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VOL. XXII
“JUST SUPPOSIN’.”
A Story By Laura M. Smith.
(Written for The Constitution.)
“Hetty CunurJßgs, you may come out
here to me!”
A black-eyed girl In the third seat In
the second row of tho little log school
house arose promptly and walked to
tho teacher’s desk.
The teacher stood up. She stepped
around to the side of the desk the better
to tlx Hetty’s eyes with her own.
what did you do to Annie
Jenkins just now?”
Before the question was well out of
her mouth the answer flashed back-
“Put some cold shot down her back. I
brought it a purpose.”
The teacher's white fingers tightened
on the desk and she opened her lips twice
before she spoke.
“Oh. you did, did you?”
Bhe felt this to be an utterly Insane
remark, but to save herself she could not
thins of anything else. No need to have
fixed those eyes of Hetty’s—they were
relentlessly and unflinchingly fastened
on her face. To get them off, she re
marked: “You may go to your seat and
1 will attend to you later ”
Mire sat down again at the rough red
wood desk. It was near the close of
school, it had been a hard day, and
Hetty was about the las-; straw. She
tried to reason, and tinally without reas
oning she breathed to herself: “i'll give
it up. 1 simply cannot stand It.”
For one moment she sat very still,
trying to stop the quivering of her
nerves- Then, taking a large, shaky
lovking letter in her liand, Hho arose and
■food before the school. “Children,’’ she
began, “we cannot have our picnic on
the Wth of Hepteinlw. 1 received a letter
from Mr. Johnson this morning and—l
will read to you what he says.” Then
she read the letter aloud:
“I hoonsi you wer w-oomin’ up to my
reservore next week to hav a grand
time an’ I want to say that 1 don’t want
you an’ your tribe a-runuin’ through my
ray straw hurries, so you’ll ha v
out for seme other place, an’ there ain’t
none. H- JOHNSON”
It wa* the horrible unklndiicss in 'hat
last phrase which had hurt tho young
teacher when she received the letter;
and now' as she read it again her lips
trembled so that she could scarcely con
tinue: "Children, 1 uni”—the white
fingers tightened again—“the picnic will
have to be given up because—we might
find another place —but i shall only be
with you three more days. I’m going
home—east!”
At the word “east,” a tremulous smile
broke over her lips and ended in a gasp,
r’ue sat down and laid her head on her I
desk with a. moan of physical pain, while .
t e sobs came thick and fast, ihe little |
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“THE HULL OF YOU KIN COME TO MY RANCH!”
clock said ii was time to dismiss school.
For a moment the children were held '
quiet by the spectacle of their leather in
tears, then, with faces half frightened, I
half ashamed, they gathered tip their >
dinner buckets anti stole out, disappear- i
Ing behind a rise in the road- 'Hie young ;
teacher still sat there. Every now and j
then she said over and over to hers**lf: ;
“I've given it up’. I’ve giv. nit tip'.’’—with '
everv time' a fresh sob. “i .very body <: st i
said I would —here a gloat gasp—’’..nd ;
1 have! People are so ignorant here— i
stocks and stones. Lt’s no *.i. * to try to I
do anything, even the children are ■
little brutes'"
She was half blind with tears, but she '
became conscious of a red calico dross
just then —a skirt blowing in at the door
and curling around the jam. It was
turkey red—yes, it was Hetty’s dress
and her freckeled nose and great black
eyes. It was Hetty Cummings—bold,
hard, brutal little Hetty- She stood full
in the door and gazed at the teacher.
Her eyes were blacker than ever, but a
soft black now. The red mouth was
very gentle, and that aggravating curve
around her nose was gone.
As the little girl met the teacher’s
glance all the ugly lines came back
“ Mean old thing!” she said, through her
teeth, “I’ll lix him.”
Down tlie schoolhouse hill Hetty' flew
and out upon the main road, where she
struck into a steady and determined
walk. Her black eyes were blazing. She
delivered kicks to sundry bunches of
sage brush without once taking her gaze
off the distant road ahead. This road
stretched down the valley into one of
those vast sage-brush plains lying on the
border of Nevada.
Where was Hetty going? She evidently’
knew there* was something to reach at
the end of that road. It was H. Johnson,
the writer of the teacher’s letter, and in
her heart she was kicking him instead of
the sage brash.
This 11. Johnson was the man who lived
a hermit’s—not to say a dog’s—life in a
log cabin away on the edge of the plain
at tlie foot of the Sierra Nevada ridge- He
had turned a mountain stream upon his
land, and by sixteen years of back-break
ing labor had transformed it into a para
dise compared to the arid waste around
it. He had founded a reservoir or fish
pond, and run his domain into the cool
forest.
“Oh! won’t I fix him though!”
Hetty was getting tired, and she said
this, 1 think, to keep up her indignation.
She had never been to H- Johnson’s
cabin, and she didn’t know how much
further it might be, but she had no in
tention of owning that she was tired.
She had walked three miles already;
just here the road turned shandy to the
left and she began to go toward the |
mountain. Soon she came in sight of
the green pleasant plantation.
Now, how should she proceed to “fix”
him? had had several horribly
dark mov? s * a her mind when she start- I
ed freights 1 die drew- nearer they all ;
se- tied up all J foolish.
... id i , .1* - •»’ vet. tho. ’av «vs I
wliiX as ' !,r, 'ke’ ’
She slid* from one tree to another as
she drew nearer and nearer the cabin,
a low structure near the edge of a
stream.
“If he’s in the house. I'll lay low till
dark and then I’ll do something fearful’’
gnashed Hetty.
There was no sign of life about the
place; nothing but the silence of the
late afternoon. The golden light lay
over the rough logs, the low chimney i
and glittered on a heap of tin cans just I
outside the door. The stream rippled |
softly. The shadows of the reed grasses
lay on the doorstep. Tin- wrathful little
gii-1 stood there just thrilling with inter
est. She expected every minute to see
the crabbed, selfish old man emerge from
the open door- She moved slowly
towards it.
I There she waited. Not a sound, not a
breath.
Slowly ishe arept to the door and
i peeped around the jam with eyes of
' st a riled expectancy* No one was there.
: She stepped on the door-log with an air
of possession, and gazed boldly into the
1 room.
••W ell! sho-o-t the house! was her slow
i comment, as she contemplated with
I childish disgust the dirt and contusion.
I Now was Hetty’s chance—the old man
! cone and possessions were at her
' disposal. She could tear, rend, destroy,
! k'jjut S he fftood' in the same position
i looking intently into the room.
I suddenly she turned around and gazed
ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, JANUARY 24, 1893.
I into the stream. Her face was trought
ful.
“Suppose,”—she began- Then stopped
with dreamy eyes and sat down on the
door-step with her chin in her hand.
“Just supposing,” she began again, anti
then fell to digging the toe of her shoe i
into the soft earth.
Suddenly she jumped up and disap
peared inside; an hour passed with little
more sound than before.
Then Hetty- came hurriedly out with a
queer expression on her face, and almost
flow from tho cabin siflright to her home- |
She was at her place at school as usual i
next morning. So was the teacher. There ■
was a subdued and painful atmosphere ,
in the room. The classes moved to and j
from their seats seeming to keep a watch
ful eye upon the teacher as though she
might do something strange at any- mo
ment
Suddenly every head turned at a tre
mendous knock at tlie door.
Hetty Cummings's heart gave one leap
a,nd then she commenced to work arith- I
inetic as she had never worked it before.
At a look from the teacher one of the
boys opened the door. A tall man edged
in and made his way to the desk where
the teacher stood- He had bent shoul
ders, straggling gray whiskers, uncer
tain. light eyes, if Hetty- had looked up
she would have seen a seared expression I
in them to match that in her own. The I
teacher waited, standing. The children '
dropped ot try thing to listen
“Mom,” he began, one big hand on i
the desk and his eyes looking out of the j
window, “I come down t’ thank ye for
what ye did to my cabin. ’Taint had a '
woman’s hand on’t since it was built, an’ ■
wen 1 come home tired plumb out ’n i
foun’ that room a-lookin’ like my- mother’s i
sittiu’-room at home th’ cupboard
straightened out, ’n the store swept up,
’n the bed made like a white man’s, 'n
the sugar bowl clean—why, 1 just darsent
stay- ’n. An' I sat down on the door-step,
an’ the crickets or suthin’ kep’ a talkin',
an' it got to seemin’ like 1 was siftin’
on the door-step ’t home, ’n the Sunday
school teacher 1 had when 1 was a boy
why*. she kep' a-comiii’ up, an' suthin’
run through my mind about coals o’ lire
bein’ heaped on people’s heads, an' 1
says, ‘lt's that school teacher, that's who
it is! She's been a-heapin’ coals o’ tire 1
onto my- head.’ An’ then the crickets or t
suthin’ seemed to say, ‘Supposin' it was
that Sunday-school teacher that was a- 1
tryiu’ to loach ‘way out here in the wilds j
’thout nobody to care whether she lived ,
or died—just supposin’ somebody sent t
her a letter like that’—here the old man
straightened and turned a steadier eye ;
on 11m teacher—’n so I thank you, young
woman, ’n tlie hull of you kin come to 1
mv pinch '.’i if 1 d< n’t give you the raid
U °He turned at the last words and with j
two shaky strides was out of the dooi 1
before the astonished teacher could say t
a Sh'elooked dazed until her eye rested ,
on Het tv Cummings—one look was sum
cient io tell her that with Hetty lay some .
part of tlie mystery. Just what H. tty s (
tai was like 1 »oer tell w*. ,
astonished and delighted. how wide-eyed
and glowing with intelligence! Anyway j
that look enabled the teacher to say ,
candy: “The third class in, arithmetic ■
will nlease step to tlie front.
1, was hard for Hetty to wait until
noon Yet when noon came and she was
called io the desk she felt uncomfortable.
'l'lie teacher looked into her flush d la -
and downeast eyes atul a Half
to her lips. “Hetty.” she said uhat
<IO von know about Mr. Johnson s house -
'l'lm little uuch of demand m the U. ti
ers tone brought Hetty s to a Imw
She threw’ back her head. Mby , •
goin’ to iix old Johnson for wrttm that
mean letter to vou, that s all did 1> *
Sone it too-only, say, wasn’t it, funny
to-Cher''”-<lrau ing closer in an a wed
wav-“that’s just what 1 said about him.
His house was just awful, teacliei. an .
lonesome, an‘l got to thinking now just
corin’ it was my father linn like that.
! just couldn’t help fixin it up
L-tv -vott won’t tell him who it was, will
von?’ Vame it will be all the same to
idm Wasn’t it funny that be said sup
midn’ about vou? H must be a good
t jiug to suppose about people, don t y ou
think? ’Cause 1 felt feartul nappy after;
ward It must be a fearful good
she added dreamily, remembering tho old
man’s face as he went out.
1 .>n<! Io.;k-e <i..m
Johnson and the whole sehoosi ent y
agreed in their minds on, the day of t he
picnic that “just supposm was a ltd
ful good way' of looking at things.
IM-KIAL OF FJ.OXS IM MEXICO.
. m Consideration
Treated witli Even
Dead Than Alive.
William Watson in Wade's Fiber and Fabric.
When in Mexico four years ago, while in
made a visum Celaya. 1 will never forget the
Bight they showed mo when leaving.
ju Mexico the peons have to pay S- (
is the lowest price) to bury one ol their dead,
and afte? three years their bones are dug
...rt i,i,l bv in what I would call the place
of stills, so that they can have the room for oth
ers This place of souls Is about forty feet square,
eighteen leet high, three w-.lls of brick, no roof.
Now this inelosure was full of skulls, egs an ;
arni“ and Friend Warbuton and another Mexican,
his ti’iend, handled them as you would shoes in a
St i could no stand the sight and smell. I Imagined
I ieit the tisiein my mouth for several (Lijb.
pt l e h’«it wa » the C, ; U "
I per d ,y and a family
of little peons to feed and clothe, say,: $ >OO.
I Tin• most of the peons hire a coftni, to be ro-
turned, lor a small sum. but those that can also.
I it buy a cheap black coilin.
Improving by Practice.
• From The Chicago News.
' One of the homeliest men in Detro.t has a
• ’ beautiful little girl about live years old. The
other day she was sitting on his lap with a
• .hi nd glass before her. She looked at her
' father a moment then looked at herself and
1 turned to her mother.
' ‘•Mamina ” she inquired, “did God make
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me?
l ’ I “Yes, daughter.’
, “Did He make papa, too?”
j TTien she took another look in the glass at
she said, thoughtfully,
1 * great deal better work lately, ton» he?
THE POPES JUBILEE.
CELEBKATION Or TUB
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Consecration ns An Aroiibishop-A Great
Gathering of Titled and Famous Peo
ple I’renent at the Jubilee.
, Rome, Italy, January it has surprised
; the world a little to hear that Pope Leo Kill
i -m ° U „ the eve of celebrating another jubilee.
I Hie fact is that while the last was a golden
Jubilee of ins priesthood, the coming event
i p 10 , celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the
r’ln S < TI -SC °F‘ , I consecration as archbishop
o 1 amietta. This occasion does not of course
present quite the same interest, even for the
members of his own church, as
the celebration of his ordination
as priest, which took place four or
live .rears ago. Tue picturesque crowds of
peasants from all parts of Christendom, with
| tm-ir varied offerings, frill be wanting. Nor
will Koine lie enlivened by the presence of
envoys and ambassadors from foreign codrts,
the bearers of sumptuous gifts from heretical
sovereigns, desirous of showing their appre
ciation of the solemnity of the occasion.
The deputations, if one may call them so,
of pilgrims will not be from the poor, or the
hard-working classes of humanity. They will
> be headed by great people, with great titles
I and historic names, such as the duke of N’or-
I folk, for England; the marquis of Bute, for
I Scotland, and others of like position. The en
; thuslasui and the spontanietv that marked
the jubilee of tlie priesthood of tlie
head of the Catholic eh.urch is not there. Tlie
present jubilee is a movement set on foot by
those who are convinced that the prestige of
the so-called “prisoner of the Vatican” de
pends upon his image being kept perpetually
within the circles of visible impressions, so
that it may never be forgotten for a moment.
As put by the Roman Catholics: “His faithful
children wish to congratulate him and to have
some public recognition of the event.” Hence
several countries are getting up pilgrimages
for the purpose of giving Catholies at a great
distance the opportunity of seeing the earthly
head of their church. Richer persons are con
tributing large donations, so as Io make the
expenses of the jouraey less for those not so
wealthy. Most of tnese pilgrimages will be
organized by committees and will be headed
by one distinguished man from each country.
Ihe pope and those of his oilieials whose
duty it is to attend to all matters of recep
tion, will arrange days for giving audience to
the various sets of pilgrims, each set oe.ng seen
separately as a set, but not individually, ex- j
cept, perhaps, in some very exceptional case. .
On the anniversary of his consecration the t
pope will cclenrate mass in St. I'eter’s, and
that date will be within the period fixed for j
the visit of the English pilgrims to Rome. One, i
at least, of the beatilicalions will also take ]
place during their visit, rhe English pilgrims \
are expected to arrive on the 14th of February. •
Iho jubilee mgss. jyillmke ph.fp ou the lllth i
‘>l that moiy j;.,. iln ,io;-.., ,
'no <>fthi >s j| 1( . pjl-rims on t'KiL'//'''',7” j,”
iV'toiig to the bettor class of society, fnere n. 1 -
be no oecasiou for the pope to exercise the
hospitality which lie showed last autumn <
io the deputations from the working classes s
of various nations. But should sueii be need- t
ed lie will not fail in kindness and help. The i
Iri-h deputalion is to bn received on February I
I,Sth. It will be headed by Archbishop Walsh <
in person. The persons to be pronounced s
“beatified,” tbai is. who have been transferred 1
from ihe place of departed spirits to heaven, ]
ire the Dominican priests who fell martyrs to I
the Christian faith in China, and live other I
se ular ami jr igious priests who lost their lives <
in ihe same cause in the West Indies., The 1
report that the Princess Christina of Savoy,
sister of Carlo Alberto, ami. therefore, aunt to i
Victor Enitff.iiiuel, who was first wife of Fer- I
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THE POPE AS A YOUNG MAN,
(From an Early Photograph.)
dinaud II of Naples and mother of Francis V
was to be among the beatified personages,
1 turns out tojie either not to have been true
or else some flaw has been found in the abso
lute perfection of her record. Joan of Arc,
who was talked of for a while seems novv to
be considered as out of the question. Her
romantic story appealed more strongly to
Pi is IN than to the eminently practical Leo
NHL The pilgrims will, it is said, be receiv
ed in the same manner in which those per
sons who are admitted to private audiences
of Ills holiness are received. To quote from an
excellent description written to us by an En
glish iadv frieisd who has recently been pre
sented to' his holiness, “(me lias to climb many
stairs and to go through miles of grand halls
and pass Swiss guards, until one reaches a very
' large and lofty hull, where some of the
pope’s own household servants are in atten
dance. These are most dignified personages,
wearing a loose coat, called in heraldic par
lance a tabard, of richly brocaded silk of tho
hue of a ripe red gooseberry. with knee
breeches to match and silk stockings and
velvet shoes of the same shade. If the person
to be presented is a lady and has an outer
shawl or cloak, one of the servants takes it
from her and lays it down on one of the many
carved benches ranged around the hall, ihe
card of admission borne by the aspirant to
the audience is examined an<l in a low whisper
and bv gestures one is moved forwards into
an apartment which may be called a salon.
This is riclilv carpeted and has chairs covered
I with silk of the same color ami quality as
I the men servants’ coats. 'lhe walls are fres
coed with pictures representing sacred sub
jects. There is no mirror in the room, mid
on tlie one solitary marble-topped, gilt-legged
table, between the two big windows, stands
a very large and beautifully executed crucifix
in ebony and ivory. More of the crimson
coated serving men meet one here, take
another glance at one's ticket and motions
one to a seat. ‘Last come last served.’ ”
It is. of course, probable that in the case
of the deputations of pilgrims there is some
arrangement among themselves, upon which
their order of precedence depends. <>n ordi
nary occasions those favored with, audiences
wait for a length of time, measured by the
period accorded to those who have preceded
them, into the presence of tlie holy father.
XVe cannot do better than resume tho account
’ written of her experiences by the lady we
i mentioned before. “We.” she proceeds, “who
.' i were to lie favored with an audience waited
j | a Hie before named salon. for a
: considerable time. Every now and then ser
; va nts glided mysteriotisly'across the salon from
■’ i the greater outer hall into some room be-
I voml, or an ecclesiastic, some humble priest
I in ■>.’ soutana or a great prelate In a purple
1 robe missed to rind fro The audience hour
. was’l2 o’clock at noon, but it was twenty
t I minutes past that time when two of the men
ecrvnnts and a very benign-faced old gentle
z i tmui In the ordinary evening dress of the
I alntaenth century, but wearing many orderi
ana medals, came to the inner door and
becKoned half a dozen wno sat nearest, and
these, going before, led the way. After about
five or six minutes these came out, mostly
one by one, ami disappeared into the great
outer hall. As fast as tne groups of people
left the room to be presented those left be
hind kept moving upward on the seats, until
the last four persons of the whole
party of sixty muved into the inner ro> m. I
was one of these four. The benignant white
haired gentleman motioned, me into what is,
I believe, a small, narrow room, comparative
ly small, 1 mean, but not really. But I can
not tell you what the room is like. I thought
only of having reached tlie goal and of him
who sat bending forward in a low chair, can
opied, I think, and gilded. On either side of
him stood Monsignor Volpi (his maestro di
casa) and another domestic prelate. As I
said. I thaught only of the thin, shadowy,
bending figure, white from head to foot, save
the purple gold-embroidered slipper, with a
long, ibis face, carved as it were out of ivory
and lighted by (Le most piercing and brilliant
yet. at the same time, the most tender black
eyes I have ever seen. 1 had a
good look at hini, because two dear old
Breton peasants and an elegant, evidently
high-born Englishman, were presented be
fore me. I saw his kindly looks and
heard his low, tender, soothing tones, speak-
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THE POPE IN HIS GARDEN,
From a Photograph.
ing exquisite French. The young Englishman i
seemed to he urging some petition, pernaps;
the answer was wlusp< ied in verj’ low tones. |
Then my turn came. Tne white-haired gentle
man led me to the pope’s feet., and Monsignor -
Volpi taking my card, whispered my name to I
his holiness, who repeated it. adding: "Je I
veils salue.” “Are you English?” he asked. I
“No, my father, I am Scotch.” “Ah. that is •
well, I love the Scotch.” More folkqyed thin
can hardly b“ fepcatwd. amlaj.q 'be '
' VrehaHy. ii llu-re be a
of pilgrims, the greeting t’ * .Wer
shorter, but as far as i is bk ™ a, (i on
tain thus long beforehand t it > J
will be after the pattern 1 -‘t/.-d "or
chair, ami Dienl repeiih |
to say a word t,r !'' !■- > over although I
I
lest the poutitl should b ’ r p ,,p t . B aid: I
ln rP p!y to nil retnon- ■ ■ 1 , knCmimH. I
“()-gi comnmmlo io I oda.. > I
'let cbmenls-of ’
eh''' i n- The “llb i-.I
kill short ly eeremoniei and
mhnnd “•hi re F.brtmry ::d. M;.r-h bill and 12.11.
ul owever mobable that one of lh< <.t<-
“JSes'rf hentilictfion will be td
M,y for the final
cannot arrive bofor ■ ' jt , the Cardinal
decision on the sub.l t 1. ~f
Alolsl J .'•“. 'a ptelee of I K W;; l <h
rites. Archbishop v.u- " . eoi.-ns-
will remain in ‘j”" 1 ;; "'.'J /.I , i .5;„:.,-y. wmn
lb','.; 'win bo rn'ated cardinals. There
111 ? . . ■ i . .mm cerene ’ it’s in ’n
,f‘st l Lnwi-ence, where the pope was
basilica 01 .. V p-'r< atro. < .inllnal
emis-crnted Lm mp MO „f
£Sssos S nt which Ml the'pontifical aendo
m"es ami rolimons i";t it Miotm,
seated. 1 memnber 1593. to glv<‘ faeiil
' nel ?'
forming part , f,ie M'r< i . i jjm<> Th( .
l the i'nl "n
Lent. r H , ';V th n 7> n 't'thnt l daU‘ falls'nppnrentlv |
February 15th but tm tam interesting I
s .rflhe ,
jubilee ’t«olf. g it be hoped that
Vss likely to
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THE POUE'b MOTHER AND I aHo-o.
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i < itv. <all t n inhabitants of Rome, pariieu
. vantage the a Ppronehiiig one. when
[ larlj m ‘‘i- almost exclusively to the
‘ r0 1 Cl‘ sJ This .ousideration cannot
: ll to *; he mirV both ’ in relmi.'m
PRICE 5 C NT S
probably be issued at the end of December or
I at the beginning of January, announcing the
special indulgences to be granted in honor of
his jubilee. On the occasion of the sacerdo
> tai jubilee, indulgence was given to “all such
' Cl rlstians of both sexes who shall make the
pilgrimage to Rome on the occasion of our
sacerdotal jubilee, so giving public and open
testimony of their piety in the mime of their
nations, and rendering homage and obedience
due to the supreme authority granted to us by
God; and also to ail such Christians as shall
accompany in their minds and hearts tlie
said pilgrims to Rome, and to all and sundry
who shall have aided in any way toward lite
good result of those pious pilgrimages, if ou
tho day of our .sacerdotal jubilee, which is the
first day of the coming January having at
tended a novena, confessed and received the
holy sacrament, shall attend their own parish
church and there put up prayers for the
■ concord of Christian primos, for the extirpa
tion of heresy, the < onversim. of sinners and
the exaltation of holy mother church, to
these are conceded, in the Lord, plenary in
dulgence and remission of sins. And these
indulgences are applicable also to the souls
in purgatorv.”
Most probably the same form or something
like it will be used in the present ease.
Such, as far as wo can learn beforehand,
will be the order observed during the ap~
proachlng pilgrimage to Rome. By the time
the year of jubilee has expired some other
occasion for bringing together the faithful
children of the holy see will doubtless have
been found. HELEN ZIMMERN.
Snowballing in BiUville.
The whole town turned out yesterday and
pitched Into the snow;
The parson led the rumpus an’ he shouted,
“Let her go!”
every man—he rolled him tip a ball an’
First. Deacon Jones, who dtan t oteve a man
could fall from grace,
Jes’ bit the parson In the back an’ snowed
him in the face;
An’ the parson dropped bls snowball — bls eye
was red us blood,
An' when be clinched with Deacon Jones, the
deacon’s namo was Mud!
Then Deacon Jones’s wife came out an’ hit
the parson one.
An’ in a second an' a half she had him on
the run;
Then ail went in for flghtin’—they fought
from fur an’ near; f
The mayor jumped on the marshal an’ toe
marshal licked the mayor!
We don't want no more snowballs in Bill vide
right away.
For half the town is laid up now, with
doctors’ bills to pay;
The undertaker’s smilin’ as he hugs his bit
off ears;
We’ve had snow enough in Biilvlile to last a
hundred ;irs _ FI{ANK L. STANTON.
A Spunky Confederate.
General LaEnyette MeLaws, of Georgia,
was missed from the last session of the
world’s fair national commission, says The
Chicago lieraid. Hi* had attended every
previous session of tile federal ooatd, and
some surprise was expressed at his absence,
especially as members were t<> takp pat' l m
the festivities of dedicating the exposition
building. , , , , x
General MeLaws was one of the hardest
fighters in the confederate army during the
r,’.’, ..;il disturbance, but after his saber had
been pounded into a priming knife he be
came an ardent republican and once mote
yielded himself to the service of his country
in ihe capacity of postmaster and various
other otiices that brought him in contact
with the federal treasury. General MeLaws
however does not appear to have become
thoroughly reconstructed, in spite of his
long and faithful service as a federal olii-
“Just before starting for Chicago,” said
I a member of the national board, “I received.
' a long letter from General MeLaws in
I which he explained, as I afterward learned,
whv he would not attend the October cere
monies. The letter was enough to strike ter
ror to the heart of the bravest, writing-mas
ter. It was so difficult to decipher that I
couldn’t take time to rend it before coming
away. On my return from the ceremonies
I went to work t<> read the letter. General
MeLaws evidently supposed that his ab
sence would be notice 1. as it was, and wrote
to me to tell me why he remained away.
Tie bad been reading about the. preparations
for tile parade and other festivities and saw
that (x on oral Milos was to ride at tno hoad
of the procession. ’I will never consent
he said, ‘to ride in a procession led by Jaw
*'vi jailer.’ Had this reason been as
signed by some vehement, democrat, it would
not have struck me as peculiar.” said the
commissioner, “but coming from a veteran
republican office-holder, it was very amus
ing, to say the least.”
Entombed Alive.
From The New Orleans Times-Democrat.
Mrs. Mary Slack, of Baltimore, has had t
remarkable experience. Stic attended t
neighbor’s funeral on Tuesday, and burins
the final ceremony, which look place In j
vault in Woodland cemetery, she droppec
asleep. She was sitting on a camp chair ir
an obscure corner of the vault, and when at
4 '0 o'clock the mourners departed she die
I not awake. The door clanged the lock sllppec
i into place, but still she slept. At 3 o clock
Wednesday morning she awoke, shivering
For cries aroused the guard, who. Instead o:
ooeidn- the vault door at once, telephoned tc
’ v->ine Bros., undertakers, begging them t<
! nme <r’i«-’dv. because their last “subject’
| Hui eoim- to'life and wanted to get out of hei
I coilin Two polie. m.m were also summonec
| in hot haste. During all this delay Mrs.
I Siach had been rending the ah' wuh hei
I erics for assistance, but the guard waited foa
I +l.O niXrtakers. Finally undertakers, police
I nen - d guard eamiously unlocked the door
: , u th woman tumbled out. nearly exhausted
■ ?' and exertion. The woman was
from fn ? . •“‘ * homo lu an undertaker!
i and U Quite ill from th. ettecU of het
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