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“BEAR YE ONE ANOTHER’S BURDENS."
If any little word of ours If any little love of ours
t brighter; May make a life the sweeter;
Can make a life the If little of
If any little song of ours fc.- any care ours
Can make one heart the lighter; May make another’s fleeter;
God help us speak that little word If any little help may ease
And take our bit of singing, The burden of another;
And drop it in some lonely vale God give us love and care and strength
To set the echoes ringing. To help along each other.
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^ The * Strike * of * Tillie * Slater.
ILLIE SLATER
often said she Avas
Avorking her fing¬
ers to the bone,
but nobody seemed
• to care.
Tillie’s sister
Alice Avas the
“f a sh i o n ab 1 e”
dressmaker i n
Roseberry row,
a and Tillie Avas her
assistant. She cut
buttonholes, sewed
straight seams on
the machine,
pulled out helped basting
threads, to
cook the meals,
washed dishes, swept floors and read
the news to her brother Geoffrey.
There had been a time Avhen the
Slater girls had looked upon Geof¬
frey as a helper and a protector
in the struggle Avith poverty, Avliieh
was the only legacy their parehts had
left them. But that Avas before the
accident on the neAV schoolhouse,
where he Avas working. After that his
arms Avere limp and lifeless, his back
was bent and his eyes were bad, and
the poor boy, Avith the hope and
strength of his seventeen years all
blighted, became nothing but a bur¬
den to his faithful sisters.
There were a good many times AA’hen
Tillie Avorked herself into the belief
that she was a martyr. Then she
secretly rebelled against the hardness
of her lot; but, with the exception of
commenting on the condition of her
finger tips, she considerately refrained
from complaining in the Alice’s presence. raise
But when they took baby to
she felt that she Avas justified in open
rebellion.
“It’s a downright shame,” she cried
ont, bitterly, Avhen Alice brought the
little felloAv home Avith her from the
funeral and announced her intention
of keeping him. “I declare, I won’t
put up with it. Just as if we haven’t
had a hard enough time already with¬
out this happening. It’s been noth¬
ing but work, work, work, all my life.
I’ve never had the time nor the money
to go to places and do things like
other girls. I’ve never said anything
about hoAv I felt, for I supposed you
and Geoffrey Avere suffering just as
much as I did. But when it comes
to saddling ourselves Avith other peo¬
ple’s children, lAvon’t stand it.”
“But he’s our own nepheAV,” per¬
sisted Alice, gently. “Our oavu sis¬
ter’s child. Just before Clara Avent
she called me in and asked me to take
him and bring him up, and I’ve got to
do it. Remember, he is an orphan as
well as ourselves, Tillie. If we don’t
care for him, who will?”
“I don’t know,” said Tillie, stiffly.
**I suppose you can put him in an asy¬
lum or an institution. That is where
other babies go Avlien their fathers and
mothers die, and he’s no better than
the rest of them. There’s one thing
sure, Ave can’t haA’e him. One more
mouth to feed and one more body to
clothe means a good deal to poor folks
like us. And Ave need so many things,
uoav, too. Besides, avIio’s going to
take care of him ? A two-year-old baby
can’t very Avell shift for himself.”
“Yes, I know.” returned Alice. “I
thought you could take him out for an
airing sometimes and look after him
a little nights aud mornings. Geof¬
frey and I can manage to g*t along
some way during the day. Then va¬
cation Avill soon be here and you will
haA’e lots of time to give him.”
Take care of him nights aud morn¬
ings and haul him around during va¬
cation! Yes, indeed, I see myself do¬
ing it. I’ll strike, that’s what I’ll do,
Alice Slater. I Avon’t turn my hand
over to help about one solitary thing.
If you’re going to burden yourself
with troublesome babies you’ll haA’e to
get along the best Avay you can. I
shan’t help.”
Alice sighed and commenced to pare
the potatoes for supper. Tillie took
up her Latin reader and tried to study,
but somehow she could not concen¬
trate her thoughts on the lessen.
Through the open door she could see
the baby silting by the seAA’ing-room
window in the midst of some flowering
plants that Tillie had carefully nursed
throughout the winter. He Avas a bon
nie child, and he looked so sAveet and
pretty in his pink dress and white ruf¬
fled apron that even Tillie’s hardened
heart was toached, and the thought
was borne in on her mind as she
watched him that of all the flowers
blooming there the daintiest and fair¬
est was her little nepheAV.
“Why don’t you kiss the baby,
dearV’ said Alice, as she began to set
the table. “Don’t act that way. Poor
little thing, he has been so lonesome
yesterday and to-day without his
mother. Clara always spoiled him, I
fuess. He’ll get over it soon, but it’s
pitiful now to see how his heart is
grieved for her.”
Alice lifted a corner of ther apron to
her eyes, but Tillie turned her atten¬
tion to the Latin reader once more and
refused to welcome the addition to
their family. She did not refer to the
subject again, but her actions gave
positive proof that the strike was on.
“Tillie’s still sulking,” Alice said
to Geoffrey one morning, after her sis¬
ter had gone to school without heed¬
ing the boy Avho had held out his
chubby hands and asked, in his baby
way, to be taken, too. “There’s been
an awful change in her. She never
does anything unless I ask her to, and
she seems to hate little Hiram. I’m
sure I don’t knoAV Avhat I’m going to
do about it,” and the 19-year-old
bread-winner sighed.
“Don’t worry, Alice,” said patient
Geoffrey. “Don’t pay any attention
to her and her bad humor will Avenr off
after awhile. Anybody’d have to love
this child. It’s contrary to human
nature to hold unkind feelings toward
him."
But Tillie’s bad humor did not wear
off. The strike was continued through¬
out April and May, and Avhen vacation
began her dislike for the little boy who
had, by common consent, been con¬
signed to her care, was at fever heat.
Tillie herself often wondered hoAV she
could treat him so badly.
“Hiram SteAvart, Hiram Stewart, I
hate you,” she said one day in a low,
tense voice that fairly frightened her
when she realized Avhat a terrible state
of mind such a tone must express.
She had taken him out to the park
that afternoon for an airing in compli¬
ance Avith Alice’s request. She placed
him in one corner of a Avooden bench
and knelt before him that she might
look him squarely in the face when
telling him what she thought of him.
Even in the midst of her anger Tillie
involuntarily pronounced him the pret¬
tiest baby in the whole world, with his
soft brown hair, long dark lashes and
beautifully molded face,but the thought
did not cause her to relent.
“Do you knoAV what you have done
to me, Hiram Stewart?” she Avent on.
“You’ve made me Avork my fingers to
the bone.” Tillip could not forbear
using her favorite expression, in
spite of the fact that she had been do¬
ing comparatively little since his com¬
ing. “You keep me from haA’ing any
fun. I can’t go visiting with the girls,
but have to lug you around every
bright day instead.”
Great tears Avere coursing down the
baby’s cheeks, and his breast heaved
Avith the storm of sobs that Avas about
to break. Tillie saAV bis grief, but she
went on mercilessly.
“I had completed plans for having
a little pleasure this summer for the
first time in my life, and you had to
oome in and knock them all in the
head. Hiram Stewart, you’re the pest
of my existence. I’m not going to put
up Avith you any longer. I’m—going
—to —lose—you. ”
It seems as though the child under¬
stood the import of the words, for he
set ui) a cry that echoed through that
part of the park and attracted the at¬
tention of everybody Avho chanced to
be lounging near there.
“Oh, dear! Oh, dear!” lamented
Tillie. “I’ve done it uoav. I ought
to haA’e knoAvn better than to get him
scared. I must try to quiet him some¬
how. There, there, baby,” and she
assumed a coaxing tone, “don’t cry.
Tillie didn’t mean it. Come on, darl¬
ing, and go to sleep, Tillie’ll sing for
you.”
She took him iu her arms and sat
doAvn in his corner of the bench.
Then, swaying herself gently backward
and forward, she murmured a lullaby
Avith which her own heart had often
been soothed Avhen heavy Avith infan¬
tile woes. The afternoon sun was
sinking low, and its last rays fell
athwart the fair face nestled against
her shoulder, when Tillie ceased sing¬
ing and assured herself that the baby
Avas sound asleep. One little hand
was closed over the end of the lace
scarf at her throat, but she deftly
loosed his grasp, aud Avith a dexterity
born of a settled determination she
slipped him from her arms to the
bench.
Then she stood up and looked
round. That corner of the park was
momentarily deserted. The only per¬
sons in sight were three boys in a boat,
quite a distance out on the lake, ami a
fisherman, who was just returning from
the end of the pier. She Avatched the
fisherman until he struck into a path
Avay leading south, then turned to the
baby once more. One tiny hand was
doubled up under his head and the other
nestled beneath his chin. There were
tear stains on his cheeks, and even in
his sleep his breathing was conArulsed
now and then, as thongh dreaming of
the sorrow he had just borne.
Tillie gave one more quick, fright¬
ened glance at the child on the bench,
then turned and ran, with the swift¬
ness of a young gazelle, through a
deeply shaded path that branched off
from the wide carriageway. Twilight
had already settled down in the tree
lined walk, and there was no one to
watch her flight She had almost
reached the street, where the cable
cars were running two and fro, before
any one crossed her path. Then she
slacked her speed and walked out into
the wide drive with apparent uncon¬
cern.
The clock in the tower of the railroad
depot at the head of Roseberry row
was striking seven when Tillie walked
into the kitchen—alone. Supper had
been standing for half an hour, and
Alice already had grown nervous and
anxious.
“Where’s Hiram?” she asked, when
she perceived that Tillie did not have
the baby.
“O-o-oh,” moaned Tillie over and
over again. Her grief was not feigned,
for her alarm had by that time become
genuine in realization of her oftense.
“What’s the matter?” repeated
Alice. “Where’s Hiram?”
“He’s lost, or stolen or something,”
said Tillie. “I had him on a bench
close to the lake, and I just went down
to the edge of the water for a few
minutes, and when I went back he
was gone. O-o-oh!”
“Somebody’s stolen him,” said
Geoffrey.
Alice was weeping piteously.
“Did you speak to a policeman,
Tillie?” she asked.
“N-n-o,” faltered Tillie. “I didn’t
think about it.”
Within an hour’s time a description
of the lost child had been sent to every
police station in town. That Avas a
proceeding Tillie had not counted on,
and she wondered what the outcome
would be. It practically resulted in
nothing, for in spite of the assurances
of the officer who patroled Roseberry
row that Hiram Avould be restored by
morning, the next day dawned Avithout
bringing any news of the pretty boy.
Tillie passed a miserable night. She
begged to be allowed to sit up with
Alice and the neighbors Avho had
come in, but they bade her go to bed.
“It isn’t your fault, child,” they
said, kindly. “Nobody blames you.
You look like you’d been sick for a
Aveek, Go to bed and try to rest a lit¬
tle.”
Their tender solicitude increased
her feeling of guilt. Along toward
morning she fell asleep, but she was
tormented by such awful dreams that
she Avas glad Avhen they told her it was
time to get up.
A week passed, and in spite of the
efforts of the police the Slater baby
Avas still missing. Tillie had accom¬
plished her object. She had rid her¬
self of her troublesome little, relative,
but somehow his absence did not
bring, the sense of freedom she had
expected. The strike had been called
off - , and she again helped Alice of her
oavu accord. But there Avasn’t much
to be done. SeAving Avas slack just
then, and all the duties pertaining to
the baby Avere no longer needed. She
had plenty of time to go visiting with
the girls, but she had no inclination
to improve her opportunity, and every
day she looked longingly at the high
chair Avhich stood empty among the
roses and geraniums and carnations,
and wondered what had become of
him. Of afternoons she went to the
park and sat on the bench where she
had left him in the chill of the coming
night. The picture of the baby as he
lay there was constantly before her,
and she cried out that her heart Avas
breaking. It was her first great sin,
and the punishment was terrible.
On the eighth day after “losing”
the baby Tillie walked dejectedly
through the park toAvard the fateful
spot. Her head was bent, and she
did not raise her eyes from theground
till near the familiar bench. Then
she stopped short with a cry of alarm
and rubbed her eyes to make sure she
was awake. Yes, she Avas right; she
had lost her mind indeed, for there on
that self-same bench, dressed in the
same pink frock, and lying in the
same attitude, in the same corner, Avas
the despised baby.
Her heart gave a mighty bound as
though it would jump clear out of her
mouth.
“He’s dead, and that’s his ghost,”
she cried, faintly; “but I’m going to
look at his pretty face once more,
anyway.”
A moment later she stood beside
him, aud in another instant Hiram
Stewart, in flesh and blood, not in
spirit, was clasped in her strong
young arms.
“My darling, darling baby,” she
sobbed. “I Ioa-© you; indeed I do.”
There was a note pinned to his
dress. It Avas addressed to her. She
opened it and read as follows:
“On the afternoon of June 25 an old
man Avho was resting in the shadow
of a clump of bushes in Lincoln park
heard a little girl saying some very
cruel things to a baby. Among other
things she threatened to ‘lose’ him.
The old man was sorely grieved at
that, and after the little girl had run
away he Avent over and sat on the
bench beside the sleeping boy. It
was dark when the baby awoke and
sat up and looked around him. He
was chilled andhunp-y, and frightened
at the lonesome stillness, and if the
little girl could have heard his pitiful
erring she would have vowed never to
‘lose’ himapgain, but to love him
dearly.
“The old man took him home. He
soon learned, through the newspapers,
to whom the child belonged. He made
a trip to Roseberry row and told the
little girl’s brother and sister a few
things, and they decided it would be
well to bring the little girl to her
senses. The old man has given the
child the best of care. He would like
to keep him always, but there are
others who have a better claim. He
is yours henceforward.”
There was no name signed to the
letter. Tillle looked all around for the
old man, who, she thought, must be
near, but he had disappeared as mvs
teriously as he had come the day she
“lost” the baby.
Tillie clasped Hiram’s chubby arms
12
to her heart. She went straight -4-*
Roseberry row.
“I’ve found him, Alice,” she said,
simply. “You know all about it. I’m
sorry. The strike is over, Alice, and
if you don’t let me work my fingers
to the bone now, I’ll never forgive
you. -Chicago Record.
SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL.
The small British torpedo boat
Turbina attained a speed of thirty
three knots an hour near Spithead,
England.
In England and Wales the death
rate from typhoid fever has declined
from 277 per million in 1876-80 to 135
in 1891-94.
A large Dussand microphonograph,
now being constructed for the Paris
Exhibition of 1900, is expected to
make the voice heard by 10,000
people.
A medical authority asserts that
death caused by a fall from a great
height is absolutely painless. The
mind acts very rapidly for a time, then
unconsciousness ensues.
There are about one hundred grains
of iron in the average human body,
and yet so important is this exceed¬
ingly small quantity, that its dimi
nution is attended with very serious
results.
At present it is estimated that there
are in the world’s oceans 7,000,000
cubic miles of salt, and the most
astonishing thing about it is that if all
this salt could be taken out in a
moment the level of the water would
not drop.
Professor Dubard, of Dijon, con¬
tributes to the Province Medicale an
article showing that tuberculous dis¬
ease occurs iu cold-blooded animals,
fishes (carps) and frogs, and can be
communicated to these animals ex¬
perimentally.
The United States Government has
been invited to participate in an in¬
ternational conference to be held in
Berlin from October 11 to 16, to dis¬
cuss the leprosy question. An ex¬
hibition appropriate to the conference
and lectures on leprosy will be given.
The Schenectady (N. Y.) Locomotive
Works has received an order from
Japan for twelve passenger looomotives
for the Kiusiu Railway Company. The
engines are to be of the American
type, with cylinders sixteen inches in
diameter aud twenty-four inches
stroke. This order is said to be the
first of a series which will be placed
in this country.
Nature provides a series of hooks on
the front edge of the hind wings of in¬
sects, each hook fitting into a groove
on the hind edge of a front wing. The
front and hind wings are thU6 fastened
together on each side while the insect
is flying, and are unfastened at other
times. This explains why you have
occasionally noticed one of the species
flying, apparently with two wings,
and have 3een him display four upon
alighting. This arrangement is ex¬
tremely convenient for such little
creatures as the honey bee, which has
to enter small holes, where a large ex¬
panse of wing would be useless.
President Pierce’s Presence of Mind.
In the course of some reminiscences
of President Franklin Pierce, G. M.
McConnell tells this story in the Chi
cago Times-Herald: Some days later I
went with the member of Congress
whose Secretary I was to call on the
President on some urgent official busi
ness. My chief was a very absent
minded man in some respects, and in
catching up the short cloak then worn,
on leaving home, and throwing it over
his arm, he had inadvertently caught
up with it a certain intimate garment
of his own which happened to be on
the same chair. While he stood talk
ing with Mr. Pierce he for the first
time shifted this cloak from one arm
to the other, and to my dismay this
garment—an undershirt, in fact—
dropped to the floor between them.
Mr. Pierce saw it, but its owner did
not, and turned to depart. ThePresi
dent saw my look of horror and heard
the expressed snort of his own Secre
tary behind him, but only the faintest
flicker of a smile flashed across his
face, and as the gentleman—quite as of
courtly ashimself-was in the act ,
turning he caught up the ridiculous
estray, twirled it with a deft move
meat into a wad, so to speak, and j
passed it, nnseen by its owner, to and me j
as he moved partly between us
bowed us both out of the room -jith
grave, urbane, unruffled courtesy.
A FATHERS tfputt, “RLE
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T ..eft nig Poor, Crinni
Some thew^u °°' i *’ ^ Id To Dii
davs venrf° ^ cri PP le <i
about five °! n a el
woods i n v JUrbs wafi left in
to die. His ° f G
wV«n°* r ery T
cident and Jim? as due to
the child was f He " f ‘derated Qe
insects wpfant- ^ ** ' k°
revolting sight rr ible :
Tuesday “rLi” v er the fat
of the child Me-rShe >
in Woodbury ^ Ws hc
placed in the * AtWaf ia jail n charged £ 0Unty ’’
the crime ^
to Attaffla carried the el
treated, -tie had purpose of havin
could be been told that
cured. Said he:
“I went to the Grady hospital
try to place it there, but it 2? a:
for me - They said the
O Wesi p ,
J)r Goldsmit}? ^ml 1 then went to
him there treat the child ** The^ttld
that he was in Xew Yor
WO uld not be back {or t •
«i then tried to t a several ‘
the child with, and asked
sons lady, if who they knew of anyone. !
gave her name as J
Mary Willingham, of West Atlai
said she would take the child hr
days. I paid her $5 and she tool
off in a buggy.”
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ROAST FOR MRS. FELTON.
Boston Transcript Attacks Her F.«
Address as to Lynching*.
Tuesday The Boston Transcript in its issui
attacks Mrs. Felton’s red
address, editorially, as follows:
“Never was a stranger or more stj
ling address at an agricultural meet |
than that delivered by Mrs. W.
Felton, of Cartersville, Ga., before wj
agricultural society of the state
she said:
<( ( As long as your politicians take
colored man into their embrace on elec
day, and make him think that he is a:
and brother, so long will lynching prd
for familiarity breeds contempt.’
< i We should be sorry to believe!
the women of the south would tiosi
foremost in stimulating and deve]
ing that tendency to the employm
of lynch law, which has already read
the point where it causes a reprq
and blight upon the state. If
colored man is made to feel that a
not a man and brother, how can hi
blamed for acting the part assia
him, and sometimes being a brute inj
“Perhaps the wonder is that
midst of such an almost frienn
sentiment as was here given voice,!
colored element should to so gveal hul
extent adhere to progressive
standards, and when it comes to*
daring who are the wild beas‘1
Georgia socially, the black man wl
not get all the votes.”
MARTIAL LAW INVOKED
To Prevent Miners From Tresapason
Mining Property.
A dispatch of Tuesday from F
burg, Pa., says: Martial law has I
declared in Plum, Patton aud Vtil
son townships by Sheriff Lowry,
three mines of the New York
Cleveland Gas Coal Company art
these townships and all roads M
to them will be patrolled by his <1
ties. Persons walking or dri
along the roads who cannot give a
isfactory account of themselves vi
ordered to leave the neighbor^
and, upon refusal, will be arrested
The sheriff will not attempt to W
up the camp of the strikeis ml 1
court has passed on the question,
announced that he is determine
stop company’s the marching property. and trespass^ No ocel
the company’s proM
be allowed on the
who fails to have a pass signed .
perintendent DeArmitt.
WANTED MOTHER’S M0SE*
Son Deliberately Flanne-t #k»
So tlic
ecuted Fiendish Crime.
Mrs. Kate Gallagher, in for Gam;-' ^
rears a school teacher
Tex., who lived with her son.
was found a day or
throat cut from ear to ear
beyond recognition- ^
killing her the murderer set — e L
bed . twenty-eign. . , * J p3 .
Virgil, the ,
f the murdered woman, n *
son G .
arrested and confesses
^ b e crime to get money to s J
variety actress. The erune
e rately planned and execute .
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