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IN THE VALLEY.
To-dav, when the sun wns lighting
house on the pineclad hill.
The breast of a bird wns ruffled' as it
perched window y sill;
on my
And a leaf was chased by the kitten on the
breeze-swept garden walk,
And the dainty head
Of a dahlia red
Was stirred on its slender stalk.
Oh, happy the bird at the rose tree, un¬
heeding the tbrent’ning storm!
And happy the blithe loaf chaser, rejoicing
in sunshine warm!
They take no thought for the morrow—
they know no cares to-day,
And the thousand things
That the future brings
Are a blank to such as they.
But I, by the household ingle, can inter¬
pret the looming clouds,
For the wind “soo-hoos” through the key¬
hole. and a shadow the roof en¬
shrouds,
And I know I must quit my mountain and
go down to the vale below,
For my house is chill
On the windy hill
When the autumn tempests blow.
My mind is ever drawing an instructive
parallel
’Twixt temporal things that perish and
eternal things that dwell;
When billows and waves surround me, and
waters my soul o’erflow,
I descend in hope
From the mountain slope
To the sheltering vale below.
I go down the Valley of Silence, where the
worldly are never met,
Where I know there is “balm and heal¬
ing” for eyes that with tears are wet;
And I find, in its sweet seclusion, gentle
solace for all my care,
For that valley pure,
With its shelter sure,
Is the beautiful Vale of Prayer.
—Nannie Power O’Donoghue.
A STRANGE
MARRIAGE.
t TIT HARRY WICKHAM.
h iii PEAKING of short
v courtships, did you
til ever hear of the
1 way that old Mr.
j, Stebbins came to
jjB get married?”
1 The speaker was
a solemn looking
young man with a
V contradictory twinkle
fi in his eye.
!] He had been in¬
i troduced to the
company a minute
before by old Mr.
Stebbins himself.
I didn’t catch his
name at the time,
and I don’t believe
_
any one else did. We leaved it after¬
ward, though in a way not to he for¬
gotten. At first I thought it was
Mileson or Miteson, and though it
wasn’t I will call him Miteson for the
present.
“Youwouldn’tthiuk,” hecontinued,
“that a sedate gentleman like Mr.
Stebbins would have been guilty of a
hasty marriage in his youth.”
“1 don’t know what you call hasty,”
responded you Hyson, jfho had been
looking furtively at a large photograph
of Miss Stebbins which graced the
mantel. “Mr. aud Mrs. Stebbins
corresponded for three years. He
told me so himself. I wonder what
young people did before the camera
was invented. The means of travel
were so slow and mails so uncertain
that, with no telegraph or telephone,
I should think that lovers would have
absolutely required photographs.”
“Sometimes they were better ofi
without them,” contradicted Miteson.
< « Yes,” in response to our looks of in¬
credulity. “some were undoubtedly
benefited by the absence of modern
conveniences. Why, I myself owe my
very existence to the tardy appearance
of Daguerre.”
Having at last enlisted our attention
and silenced young Hysou, he rattled
on like a bolt polisher.
“You gentlemen have all been
college and remember how blank and
empty the world seemed when you
first came out. 1 know I nearly died
from sheer louesomeness the year
after I graduated. I here are times
when your heart goes out toward the
oh! associations, and if there is a girl
there you half like you begin to love
her, and il you don t make her promise
to write to you you wish you had, and
if yon can t, remember her address
you try to find it or guess at it. Isn’t
so ?
Even young Hyson admitted . that
was aud sighed in the direction of the
photograph, though he is only an uu
dergraduate.
“That,” continued the speaker, “is
the way it was with a young man who
was born away back in the early thir
ties and consequently iu the days of
eight and ten cent postage aud no
daguerreotypes. He isn’t sorry for
that, though, even if it does make
him a pretty old man by now whom
nobody but his wife dares to call
Henry any more.
“Education was hard to get when
lie was a lad, but he managed, poor as
lie was, to matriculate in au old college
that is in existence yet not far from
the Catskill Mountains.
“About a year after he got his de¬
gree he was one day feeling blue, dr
spoony, to be exact, thinking of Molly
Sharp, whom he had flirted with in
the silly fashion of a student. Then
he saw in an old newspaper a personal
to the effect that Mr. and Mrs. John
Sharp, with thpir daughter Molly, had
returned to Tarrytown after a brief
visit to relatives in the East. The
East in those days meant New Eng¬
land, and Henry was vexed to think
that Molly had been in his own section
without his knowing it. But he had
her address now and could write. She
could do nothing worse than leave his
note unanswered.
“It happened that when Miss Sharp
read the epistle she was day dreaming
over her memories, too. There was a
certain Henry who figured in them
largely. She, too, had gone to the
little college up in the hills, which was
one of the first co-educational institu¬
tions in the country. She, too, felt
glad to get the address of an old
schoolmate. So she answered as soon
as maiden reserve would permit.
“You can imagine how things went
after that. They corresponded regu¬
larly. They recounted old interviews,
stolen ones, of course, indulged in at
their peril. The experience of every¬
body at school is practically the same,
so I needn’t recount the particulars.
Then they drifted to sheer lovemaking
of the old fashioned, practical sort, in
which the words husband, wife and
housekeeping bore a prominent part.
Neither of the young people was rich,
and it wasn’t the custom to waste in
useless galivanting and courting the
money that should be used in purchas¬
ing household furniture. Besides,
they had met frequently during the
blissful six months of their early
flirtation and were consequently as
well acquainted as they thought neees
savy.
“Finally the day was set, and Henry,
after three years of wooing, undertook
the difficult journey to his intended
for the first time. He arrived three
days before the wedding and found
her waiting for the stage, ready to ac¬
company him over the two or three
lonely miles that lay between them
and home.”
Miteson stopped, heaving with in¬
ward laughter.
“I don’t see anything funny in that!”
cried Hyson. “I think it was rather
nice.” He had voiced the sentiments
of all, but we listened when the narrator
recovered himself.
* ( Nothing funny about it? Why,
he found himself face to face with a
perfect stranger, and she advertised
to be his bride within three days. He
had been writing to another Molly
Sharp all the while. I told you that
all people had about the same experi¬
ences at school, especially at the same
school, and lovers are all alike, too, in
one respect—they don’t write much
about sublunary matters. So it was
small wonder that he never found out
his mistake until he saw her. If they
could have exchanged photographs, it
would have been different and the ro
niance spoiled.”
. . But what did he do?” asked young
Hyson.
“He fell in love with her on the
walk home.”
“And she,” I demanded—“she had
been writing to the wrong person, too
—er”—
“You must ask my mother,” inter¬
rupted he, with the contradictory
twinkle more in evidence than ever.
“What yarn has my son been telling
you now?” asked old Mr. Stebbins,
who, with his smiling wife on his arm,
entered the apartment.
• My son! So that was what our host
had said when he introduced the
young man, who had just returned
from abroad and was consequently
even a stranger to Hyson. And Mite¬
son was just a name created by my
fancy.—Doualioe’s Magazine.
The llthnoloffy of Kissing-.
The kiss was unknown, I think,
among the aboriginal tribes of America
and of Central Africa. From the most
ancient times, however, it has been
familiar to the Asiatic and European
race. The Latins divided it into three
forms—the osculum, the basium and
the suavium; the first being the kiss
of friendship and respect, the second
of ceremony and the third of love. The
Semites always knew the kiss, and Job
speaks of it as part of the sacred rites,
a3 jt is to-day in the Roman Church,
The Mougoliau kiss. howeveT, is not
the same as that which prevails with
us j Q jt the lips do not touch the
surface *of ,the persou kissed. The
nose is brought into light contact with
tbe c heek, forehead or hand; the
breath is drawn slowly through the
nostrils, and the act ends with a slight
smack of the lips. The Chinese con
s j der our mode of kissing full of coarse
suggestiveness, aud our writers re¬
cr ari | their method with equal dis
dain
Darwin ami other naturalists have
attempted to trace back tbe kiss to
; the act of the lower animals who seize
their prey with their teeth, etc.—Dr.
Daniel G. Brinton, in Science,
i
He Wears a Bell.
! A Milo woodehopper, who goes
about his work with a huge cowbell
attached to his back, says he means to
take no chauces. “No fool shoots me
for a deer,” says he.—Lewiston (Me.)
Journal.
)
PROTESTS AGAINST STATEMENTS
ABOUT SLAVE TRADE.
SOUTH WAS AGAINST THE TRAFFIC.
The Bartow Man Calls Down Mr. McGee
on Dlvere Points In His
Allegations.
Mr. Folsom gave an interesting
sketch of Mr. McGee, the old slave
trader of the Wanderer, who, he says,
celebrated bis 70th birthday recently
in Columbus, Ga., where he lives. As
one of the invited guests, he could
hardly do less than to write pleasant
things about the old man, and as a
graphic writer of light literature, he
felt constrained to make the old man
a hero if possible. The pressure of
the press for something new and
startling is very great, and sometimes
these bohemian galley slaves have to
ignore facts and deal in fancies.
Mr. Folsom says that this old vet¬
eran has been an important factor in
Georgia’s progress; that among other
notable acts and deeds he took an act¬
ive part in our war with the Creek
Indians and in removing them to the
Indian territory, and that he was a
promoter in the building of the old
Monroe Ufostern). railroad (now the Macon and
Well, now, this old man
must have been a very lively youth and
unusually precocious, for those Indians
fought their last fight in 1835 and
surrendered and were at once sent to
the territory. Mr. McGee was then
just nine years old. The Monroe
railroad from Macon to Forsyth was
built in 1843, when this young man
was 15 years old. Probably he toted
water for the boys or perhaps he for¬
got, and it was bis father who did
these big things. But all this amounts
to nothing.
The important perversion of state
history is his declaration that a large
and influential portion of the good cit¬
izens of Georgia gave countenance to
and encouraged the venture of the
“Wanderer” in bringing slaves here
from Africa. He can’t prove this by
any respectable citizen now living.
The slave trade was under the ban of
all good people. Georgia was the
first state that prohibited it. This
was done in 1798, which was ten years
before congress abolished it, and from
then until the late war no respectable
citizen ever thought of trying to evade
the law. Georgia was and still is
proud of her record on the subject,
and would be prouder still if the
“Wanderer” had never landed a cargo
on our coast. Mr. McGee seems
quite boastful of his success in reap¬
ing a harvest of blood money out of
this horrible business. Seven hun¬
dred human creatures thrust in the
hold of the vessel, packed in like hogs
and dying by scores of beat, suffoca¬
tion, filth and homesickness on the
long voyage and their carcasses thrown
overboard to the fishes. All this Mr.
McGee tells—and that they made a
second voyage with similar horrors
and similar results, and how he pock¬
eted $10,000 from each cargo. Con¬
science does not seem concerned as
yet. John Newton, the composer of
the sweetest hymn ever sang, was
once a slave trader, but repented un¬
der John Wesley’s preaching, and
never ceased to repent, and expressed
his gratitude when he wrote:
“Amazing grace—How sweet the sound —
Tliat saved a wretch like me!”
And when old and infirm, his friends
begged him to quit preaching and rest.
He said, “No, no! Shall the old slave
trader stop preaching as long as he
can walk or talk? No!” Even in
Savannah, where Charley Lamar lived,
who was the leader and part owner of
the Wanderer, General Henry R.
Jackson, as United States attorney,
pursued the captain aiid crew and
owners with unrelenting diligence for
two years, but the free use of this
blood money in some wav defeated
tus purposes, Ash Mm n tins slave
trade was ever favored or winked at
by the good people of Georgia. So
far from it, there were at that time and
previous many good men who with
Chief Justice Lumpkin at their head,
were trying to formulate a scheme of
gradual emancipation on Henry Clay’s
plan. Another fact remains that all
the ante-bellum citizens know to be
true. The dealing in slaves as a trade
or profession in Georgia was under
the ban of public opinion. They
were not altogether socially ostracised,
but they lost their place, if they ever
had any. < . Who is that man that is
strutting around town?” “Why, he
is a nigger trader,” aud that answer
settled his status. His society was
not wanted by good people. No doubt
some of them were clever men and
honest, but the presumption was that
they were hard-hearted and of an easy
conscience. General Forrest was a
negro trader, it is said, and no doubt
was respectable and reputable, but
nobody ever accused bim of having
high moral sentiments or emotions.
His war record is splendid and there
was no discount on his ability or his
patriotism.
Now this transfer of negro savages
from the jungles of Africa to a civil¬
ized country was no doubt a blessing
to them, but it was against the laws of
Georgia and the United States and
the agreement of all the great powers
across the seas, and the mode and
methods of it were horrible. Mr.
McGee says that many of them died
from grief at being, torn from their
home and country. I well remember
seeing some of them at work in Colonel
Mott’s garden in Columbus, and my
heart bled for then, for they looked
forlorn and miserable. They could
not speak nor understand our language
and had to work by signs. Of course
they became weaned in time and took
wives and reared children, and occa¬
sionally we find some of these and
their children here and there in our
state—and they rejoice that they were
brought from the dark continent to a
land of freedom.
Now the historian and newspaper men
of this generation cannot write intel¬
ligently or correctly of the events of
ante-bellum days, and it keeps the
old men busy in defending the state
and her people from misrepresenta¬
tion. Even our own children have to
be told over and over again how we
used to live and what was the true re¬
relation of southern masters to
their slaves. I remember when it
was the strongest incentive to good
behavior for a master to tell his slave,
“if you don’t behave better and do
better I will turn you over to a nigger
trader and he will take you off and sell
you.” Folsom that
Mr. McGee told Mr.
the negroes cost them a dollar or two
apiece in Congo—paid for in trinkets
—and they sold them for $600 or $700
apiece when they got them here. That
was a good profit if there is no blood
money to be counted in heaven—no
discount for murder by slow and hor¬
rible degrees. There were some feat¬
ures of our own slavery system that
were bad enough and gave deep con¬
cern to all good citizens, but there
was nothing to be compared to this
importation from Congo and our pride
has been that only New England bar¬
barians engaged in it. The eminent
Judge Story once charged the grand
jury in Boston that it was notorious
that Boston people were deeply en¬
gaged in the slave trade and were
amassing fortunes out of this blood
money and it was a disgrace to their
civilization and must be stopped.
Next morning the newspapers of
Boston lampooned him for that charge
and intimated that it was none of his
business. Boston and New Bedford
continued it until 1848, and when they
could sell no more to the south they
sold them to Brazil and other coun¬
tries. These are the facts that have
been kept behind the scenes while
Harriet Beecher Stowe and Wendell
Phillips were engaged in denouncing
the south for defending slavery as a
system. General Grant owned slaves
up to the very date of their freedom,
and they built a million-dollar monu¬
ment to him and sing his praises, but
continue to abuse the south. What a
curious people they are.
All of Lincoln’s wife’s people were
slave-owners and her brothers were in
the Confederate army and Lincoln
said: “If I can save the union with¬
out freeing the negroes I will do it, ’
and yet these same fanatics built a
monument to him for proclaiming them
free,though he said that he did it only
as a war measure, The fact remains
and will remain, that neither Grant
nor Lincoln cared anything for the
negro, and the fact remains that the
manner of theif freedom has been
their greatest curse. Of course we
cannot expect the north to do us just¬
ice, but we cannot let the utterances
of Mr. McGee ox any other southern
man pass without a protest.— Bill
Arp, in Atlanta Constitution.
EUROPE WILL HELP SPAIN
•Should Trouble Arise Over Demand
For Apology.
The Figaro (Paris) says: “No state
could make such an apology as the
United States demands from Spain
without the loss of all dignity. If the
United States should attack Spain
under such a futile pretext as the De
Lome incident the whole of Europe
would support t he la tter.”__
ENSIGN WASHED OVERBOARD.
J. R. Breckenridge, of the Cushing,
Drowns Near Havana.
The following cablegram has been
received by the state department from
Consul General Lee, at, Havana:
“Ensigu J. R. Breckinridge, of the
Cushing, was washed overboard aud
drowned a few hours before the arrival
of the vessel in this port. The body
was recovered and I am arranging to
have it embalmed and sent home. »t
ANTI-FREE PASS BILL
Will Still Be Enforced In the Palmetto
State.
A Columbia, S. C., special says:
Members of the legislature and state
officers must pay their fares on rail
roads for another vear. At least the
anti-free pass law which was passed
dnring Mr. Tillman’s term as governor
will stand. For two years the house
has repealed this law. The senate at
Friday’s session killed the house re¬
pealing bill.
KO APOLOGY
FROM SPAIfl
Woodford's Demand For a Disa¬
vowal Turned Down.
SPANISH CABINET DECIDES
Barnabe Is DeLome’s Successor.
Canalejas’ Letter Returned.
Advices from Madrid state that at
a meeting of the Spanish cabinet, hell
at 5 o’clock Monday afternoon, over
which the queen regent presided, Senor
Gullon, minister of foreign affair , i n .
formed the ministry that United States
Minister Woodford had just handed
him a note referring to Senor Dupuy
DeLome’s letter and to the meaning
of several paragraphs in it.
The note from Minister Woodford
demanded that Spain should formally !
disavow the insults to President Mc¬
Kinley contained in Senor Dupuy
DeLome’s letter to Senor Canalejas.
The cabinet council, after a warm
debate, it is reported, decided unani¬
mously to reply to Minister Woodford
that Senor DeLome’s spontaneous res¬
ignation and the terms of the decree j
accepting it were considered sufficient 1
satisfaction.
It is understood that Minister Wood¬
ford received this intimation and dis¬
patched a long cipher telegram to
Washington.
At the meeting the cabinet selected
Senor Louis Polo. Bernabe as minister
to the United States to succeed Senor
DeLome and subsequently Senor Gul
Ion, minister of foreigh affairs, sent a
cablegram to Washington so informing
the secretary of state.
Better Sent Canalejas.
A Washington special says: Monday
night the state department received
official notice from Madrid of the se¬
lection of Senor Louis Polo Bernabe
as United States minister to succeed
Senor Depuy DeLome.
Senor Bernabe is a son of Vice
Admiral Polo, who formerly repre¬
sented Spain in this country. Senor
Bernabe is now engaged in a special
department of the foreign ministry at
Madrid, dealing with commercial mat¬
ters and consulates.
Actuated by a sense of honor and a
strict idea of justice, the state depart¬
ment has taken steps to place in the
hands of Senor Canalejas, to whom
the letter was addressed, the epistle
written by Senor Dupuy DeLome,
which led to the resignation of the
minister.
The transaction is explained in the
following brief statement given out by
the state department:
“Recognizing that the legal ownership of
the DeLome letter is in Mr. Canalejas, and
his agent and attorney, Mr. Carlisle, having
presented proper authority to receive the
same, the letter was delivered to him to¬
day.”
Mr. Carlisle was fully authorized to
apply for and receive the letter, hav¬
ing the cabled authorization irom
Senor Canalejas. In the view of the
state department the letter was a
stolen document, and in that, like any
other piece of property, should upon
application, be delivered to the right¬
ful owner.
There was no other course left
open, for in the United States as in all
other countries having a code of laws,
a letter becomes the sole property of
the person to whom it is addressed
immediately it starts on its way from
the sender.
Even the writer cannot obtain pos¬
session of it without consent of the
person addressed; the limit of his
powers legally being in certain cases
to stop the delivery of the paper.
GENERAL~STRIKe” DISAPPROVED.
Recommendation of Textiie Unions
May Fall Through.
From advices received at Boston,
Mass., Monday night from various
mill centers, it seems to be the gen¬
eral opinion in mill circles that the
recommendation of the textile unions
that a general strike be undertaken by
the operatives in all New England cot¬
ton mills where a reduction of wages
occurred wiii not be accepted in all
places.
DAUNTLESS OFF AGAIN.
Gams Little Tug Eludes Watchful Eyes
at Savannah.
The officials of the treasury depart¬
ment at Washington have received in¬
formation through Spanish sources
that the suspected filibuster Dauntless
has succeeded iu eluding the vigilance
of the government officials at Savan¬
nah and has passed out to sea.
The Dauntless is said to have a car
. ammunition ... aud , other
S° ° a ™ s ,
8U PJ> he8 . “tended for the Cuban msnr
uotlfied , J the he customs treasury ° &cers department aud reve has '
nue cutters along the coast to be on
the alert aud detain the supposed fili¬
buster if possible.
