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A Sketch of the •
Csmival Season
?• 1» now the carnival nearon and I can i
think of nothing tn«-re in’.< renting to wrtta 1
v »i than of h»»w It is ob*. rv«-J in New
Orlen na. One of the firet things a person
t .Mttng the city at tills ti:ne wishes to
I- im is upon wbat Cay each year the earn- |
fval season really l-vlns And the native <
of whom he tr.qiilr* * smllea a« he tells him
that It beffl"* on no particular day. And I
ft Is true. Sometimes it Is a week, ten
.’ays—perhaps a fortnight—‘w fore nrirll
pens. Th. re have been no Indications of ,
.i.n;»rea<’i!~ jr s*.,-on. On** morning
• . i stand looking out of your window
■ -klr.tr. perhaps, a Util" wearily that th
«- t-■. routine of another •!.'!’ has begun,
when ' ocr heart suddenly gives a bound
and all the dullness and weariness d’aap-
ars as If t»v magi-'. For. from a balcony
■’own the street, a little pernant Is waving
gteen and purple and gold. Tie* kind’s
coors! And In a day or two they are ,
, • •rvwhcre. fluttering from stately build- (
l-c s ■aavlnjr from pall- ties, drooping from
dormer windows, and slung banner
• >■••10 . across the streets. Then sundry
«- windows falri" overflow with nil m in
m*r of grotesque costumes and un’magina- ;
blc m' ks In others are crowns and glr-
«>• , „nd scepter -royal Jew. D waiting for
th" unknown kings and q’>"n* whose sub- I
Sects »P making ready f—- th. Ir adv. nt.
TNery ore seems to be full of a Joyous ;
tidtiu.it. which Increases until at
roon one dev a cannon booms
end his majesty. Res. arrives, and
b- ncs In the g-ar.dcst port of the c tmlvil.
rp ths curve of th* rh-rcme- the g.yly
w«wl which b •’> him Every
v. mwl rn th- river Is d.-corated in bls hon
or Tie land*. and rid-■•.< to the city hall to
r .. j. .t, r keys of th- city, and from
th- ho retires- supno*. .1»y to Ms palace.
T’> t ■ ‘uht Proteus holds forth In a gr ind
» ; ri’’: the next night betonga
Com :■ who a‘-o In. i grand parade. And
I hare seen nothing mono ben If
th- Comna and Proteus p ir.vl..«. They aro ,
d Os floats j.-pre- nt. z history. '
tnrt*—l •■y a po-m. or any «übJ-> t w’ai.h .
Bu>v h.-re-t on Chosen, and 1 I M 1 > •
a- t-y ’ :i of ros'-color 'd lights, n th
t •s- at. . -d thou-- ds of upturned faces
r -h wou.ler'ul beauty is a ".not I* lltlv
de r!b« 4. but wb. n once s . n never fad-s
from the memory of the a -tat-r. Th-*
’ V the pr r.l E k parad.'. <• .«
wou' l suppose that .a* this oc-urs In broad
darl'rht the efl t would aaurtwlv be
f ry-Ik.. - t’>- oth rs. Perhaps It
pari.i «. and I think crowds wit
m - .>o hnr.lr--1 *h •usand p>-op!e are s.tl to
• - « attr.C'-.d this p<»a.|.' !.< t year. Rex
I Ire. ns .-aen r.v • i h'lt but Comus
»■ >y has th« most m’urnific.mt of all. It
fitting «llmnx to the merry season,
vre; are -O fortunate as to occupy
Ivnt.t.; j 'onv potnt where you can
• •• the nr pcvne. th- b-iutiful women
. < tn .i too Huitlv circling
. rs the wonderful k'ngs aal queens,
•hrmi h It -d! th.- thrilling m’i-
•u long for- nie word of • xpresslon
•.. t .'.ll r. -t tiud. and yu -it as one
Ire- :n unt I th.- catl •■dral chimes lb"
. r of midnight, when something white
. ..... into t n! tht. It is th- spirit of ,
. •. I. Th •>r - tson Is end -I. and .
- rxt•• sy ?"U take the ears tor home. I
••! or weeks sft« -ward you catch your-
■ f wc-..l<ring if it all were not just a
!.• ola Snow. Monroe, Ca.
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Correspondence
Interesting Letters From the Younger
Reader of The Constitution.
Caro Turner. Gamer. N. C.-Dear Jun
ior: I wrote a little story to The Junior
• -mo time ago and was very glad to see
■ -i pr: »• I Ui‘ > tv o n-’les mid a half
■ ilarner. a pretty little village. «r.d
ci mil— from Ki.ielgh. the c. pltal of
■ ,rth CaroUnv. The place we live at Is
very pretty. There aro several large cedar
■-r » tn the y .rd that are covered with
v Ther' ar- loses, llller and white
» -evsu- k:e. and white jessamine, etc. Tne
I -use is an 01. l f i_nion. d two-story bulld
g. It 1* a very healthy place, too. To
- . t country dm Ceylon belong? Best
to Aunt Susie m.d tho cousins.
- d find JI cent* for the Grady hus-
V Lone Star. Brodnax. La.-nrar Ju
-. Here I am. aroused to activity by
- ct those boy's sarcastic "scripture
tations.” in which lie (Blinker) said.
!f - girls wished to know anything wo
■shou’J“wk tho boys." Tho wry IJ a!
J . s tlx.ugh w. haven't tho same op
portuiflty of gaMk* knowledge as U. y
: s.'e. Os course wo know all the great
men of today, and nearly all of tho pa*-t.
So Blinker did not name them, but he
talked as though there was not u dis
tinguished woman on the face of creation,
u«1 was talking about "broad-mlnd'd
prof- -or*.” and trying ids best to put
u- on the verge of despair. Now, little
Back from the Grave
W* cannot come, but wo can often stav
our pr .gr.ws thith. r. Diseise. like «*ery
: ng .-Is-, must have a beginning. Ail
nme nol:<4lw tend to shorten life, ana
1.-r it a speeb-s of martyrdom while
• y last. Malaria, kidney complaint. chn»n-
Indigrwtion. rh. um.itls. all h : **«
g!- nlngs. and may b" stayed at the <»ut-
■ with Heut«ttePs Stomach Bitters. This
x -elle-it tonic and alterative Is -<dav»-
. ike to tho prevention «f dtoordere of tne
*>»em and to their removal, and it.« cany
■ ■ mn-.t b-- too strongly advocated, io
. u aptsgite i.d tn.-ure tranquil r< t.
, r .* I* nn «t»irer and tdcasanter *n
thw ti- Bitters. The •!»*« ’us of overwt.rK
and . xhaustlon. m- nt tl or physical, i.:re
. ■ni.ru t«l by It. and the busy
1 ■ I- "l ' /"itJ.’.r
b-.n A.-.rv «tud.mt. author or m w»,Mi>• r
d ■ ■ frx.m it pr.J-nt relief and td
ture energy.
Blinker, don’t cast stones, but watch when
the nin«'t».enth century comes, and aee If
sonic of you great boys—not men—are not
left in the dim distance. You said you
bofM'd your letter would not create any
disturbance. If nil th. girls were like my
chum—Skiver Star—and I. you would not
write any more such letters to The Con
stitution. "For the pen is mightier than
the sword." Girls. 1 say, as the boys are
getting s.l "sharp." let us not be such
"meek little angwls." but let us give them
sis g.»od as they send. Now, boys. It is
better to be our fri< nds than our enemies.
I ■ lose with much love to Aunt Fusie and
The Junior. I inclose 10 cents fur the
Grady Ik pitat
• a T Ilnmll. I.n Jara. Cot—Dear Junior
Friends: Wilt you kindly open the door
to your arsembbd crowd of letter writers
nnd allow a Colorado fellow to Join the
merry throng of progress. 1 bring many
carefully selected congratulations to
nl .iw.r nmong you as a reminder of your
successful efforts, nnd to show my full
appreciation for every good thought that
I have gleaned from the carefully selected
letters that have been published each
week; for I have spent many happy hours
perusing them from time to time. I deem
it well for the rising generation of boys
nnd girls to become familiar with the
various Issues of tho dny. and esmdally
tho«e that are threatening the progress
and prosperity of our dear old America,
whl. li Includes our society .and our nation
al government. For very soon the rolling
tide will fall Into our hands, so let us
be prepared to do whatever part we may
undert: k" Intelligently and honorably, and
let us study out a remedy for each ail
ment. for "there Is a r< rnedy for every 111."
We must obey the laws of nature, unless
we do we will suffer the penalty of every’
law we disobey. It Is to our Interests to
obey *ll laws, and let them become a part
of our being and u guide to our every ac
tion. These laws Go<l made to guide us to
a house of glory and happiness that will
nev. r grow old or fade. Any broad-minded
person can see that it ts to our interests :
to obey the laws for tho compensation we !
receive dally. If we put our hands In tho j
lire, wo will suffer the penalty of that law.
If we expose ourselves to some contageous
disease, wo are likely to g> t sick and may
die. I! If
w.- drink whl-ky. it will prison our sys
tem and erase our mlmls. If wo don't study
w. w ill n. v. r maku scholars. If we don't
practice, we wi.l never learn to write, and
if w- don't try. wo will never accomplish
anything at all.
lioa ;-d D Payne, t'rayfonla. Ga.—Bear
Ji.nfor: I have f>r a long time thought :
of writing to the junior column, but have
never written until now. 1 always delight
in re.iiling The Constitution, nnd cspis ially
the Ji.nfor column. 1 live In tho great
mountains of north Georgia In the coun
ty of Fa.u li. noted fur Its pure water
and h-tlthful climate. I cm going to
s. now and ♦.• Joy it very much I I
rend ’> cents to tho Grady hospital. Would i
like to corr< s; o’ld with somu of tho cous
ins. Best wishes to The Constitution.
r." Knglewotx!, Tenn. —Dear Ju
nie;: It seems aa if none of the boys will
take up the girls’ ride, and so I believe I
will enter the ring. If Aunt Susie will
permit mo to do so.
I can’t possibly agree with Blinker nnd
Mr. when they say that the I
boys of today are superior Intellec- ‘
tuaily to our girls. You w.-re born half I
a century too late, Mr. BllnEer and Mr. j
Lawrence.
Fifty yenrs ago a theory of that kind ,
was considered to a great extent a very i
plausible one. but our girls of today are
ri llvir.g proof of tho falsity of h a 1
theory ; and now if Mr. Blinker and Mr.
Lawrence don’t want to be classed among
the "old fogies” they «:ad better "cat
crow” at once or elso take a back seat in
Aunt Susie's corner.
Blinker says that tho women should bo
under subjection, and If the should know
anything to ask the men.
Now 1> t us turn around. If the bova
should wish to know anything to ask the
girls. Let mo ask a few questions Ir. re.
Why Is It that the young ladles of today
get the prizes in schools?
It is simply because they are determined
to get the head, and they have patience
to do It.
Now. take up Miss Frances E. Willard,
the great temperance woman.
Who would havo done whut eho has done
or Is doing today If she Is still alive? She
Is ono of the greatest women of the day
and her name will long be remembered.
Now. 1 think Blinker nnd Mr. Claude
Lawrence will agree with the girls and
myself, or at least I think they will later
on.
Ffflo Ix»ng. Walnut, la.—Dear Junior: I
have oft.-n thougnt of writing to The Con
stitution. but never could get up courage
enough to write. Papa lias been a sub
scriber for some time and thinks It ft very
fine paper. And for myself, I enjoy read
ing the Junior column. As Aunt Susie re-
I qutwts us to write on some subject, I will
I tnk» ’•Music." I have always dearly
j lov.d music. It makes homo a great deal
more pleasant and cheerful. Music Is en
joyed by both the young and old. The
1 principal part of music is tho time, for
i music Is nothing without tlnv 1 . My great
est de.slre is to become a tine musician.
I send 5 cents for the Grady hospital.
Would like correspondence from some of
the southern cousins. Best wishes to The
Junior.
C. H. Roberson. Mt. Hope. Ala.—As tho
cousins take different subjects, 1 will take
the subject "Home.”
What a hallowed name! How full of
enebnntment and how dear to the heart!
Home Is tlm magic circle within which
the weary spirit finds refuge; it is the
sacred asylum to which the care-worn
b< art r-treats to find rest from the toils
and Inquietudes of the day.
Ask the lono wanderer as he plods his
tedious way, bent with the weight of ago
and white with tie.' frost of y. ars; ask
him what Is home. H > will tell you it
Is a green spot In memory; a center about
whi' h the fondest re<-ollecti<»ns of his
grief oppress d heart cling with all the
. youth's flrst lot". It "as or."
a glorious, happy reality, but now it rests
~ !• ,i . aa In, o:e of the mind.
Home has an infiuence which is stronger
than death. It is law to our hearts and
q t>l , v ... - Ai. t/iioA: Al'lukM'A, LA., MOaN Lla. 1,1, xGVi,
binds us with a spell which neither time
nor change can break.
Home of our childhood! what words fall
upon the ear with so much music In their
cadence as those which recall the scenes
of Innocent and happy childhood, now num
bered with the memories of the past? How
often we hear persons speak of their
homes, their minds delight in dwelling
upon the recollections of joyous days spent
beneath the parental roof when their young
and happy heai ts were as light and free
as the birds that made the woods resound
with the melody of their cheerful voices.
There is nothing on earth so beautiful us
the household on which Chr'stlnn love
foiever smiles, and where religion walks
as a counselor and a friend.
The sweetest type of heaven is home.
Heaven itself Is the home for whose acqui-
Bltlun we are to strive more strongly*
Loe Burns Andrews, Whitsun.
Dear Aunt flush-: As wo have not given
anything yet for the children s ward of the
Grady hospital wo will write a short letter
and send 25 cents ca h. We «re aged five
and sev.m years. Our papa Is w ting for
n.s pm we can't write for ourselves. We
will close feeling that God wifi bloss ail
who will lend a helping hand in behal ! of
th( , hospital. Many wishes for Aunt Susie
and tho dear old Constitution.
Ethel Harrell. Barnesville, Ga -Tn this
w’ek's Constitution 1 saw In your lotter
where you wish u.J to find islands and
g;:, r 'T;L'"'pAuX:
*’Brazi'l S is” the largest and hiost hnpor
t.ant country of South America It• 1" » J
lv as large as the United States. It is rn n
in gold, silver, iron and copper. " th b
mends and other precious elottes. Braz- 1 h
rul.d by i provisional president, D. D Da
F . 1, < The Shetland and Orkney Islands
belong to Scotland. Most of these are
rocky, rugged and pictun-apie ate are 11
bv hnr«lv fishermen. < oymn ib
very large island south of India In the J n '
r^ ,: Tthe
It’ has upwaAi of two million Inhabitants.
hH moV;.h.- r i3 p-«-x n ’p i r
the cinnamon p.ant an 1 island 1«
. 'a 1 irgelv grown. Malta isiaiui i.
a v.Ty small onu in tho Mediterranean
sea below Sicily.
W J”five in th? country. exery one
wlll agre.. with me that coumn Me »»
given us much
better than our city cousins. W u can roam
over the fields and gather
too numerous to mention. And then "
have so much nice fruit that "e
joy in tho summer. can ou ‘
bv the Shady brook or listen to the songs
of th., m. rry birds and uatch the
water as ft ripples along and what a thrll.
of >v tho sweet, fresh air affords us. Girls
and boys, don’t let us b» too eager to leaM
our country homo and rush into the crowd
cd cities. , ~f c
Any one wishing to correspond wltn m<
ad Iress as above. Beet wishes to Aunt Su
Graham Olllff. Aurora. Fla.—Dear Jun
lor: XX ill you permit a llttlu south I'lone
boy to enter your charming corner? I ilx
in 11iilsls.rougn county, about one Di.t
from the Gulf of Mexico. There are i.
ir- al many people who follow lishlng fu
u living here. Tarpons ar., very nice foe
They an. caught by harpoons, borne <
them ar., five feet long when grown, bum
times there ore thousands of fish caught •>
th . passes by solns.
V..- have lucu times bathing, boating a:
fis.i” . About fixe mb s north or hero M
I’lau; n.i, Marled a city aii.'i Bella.r. I
has a bleu hotel just nnished. It has <a.
hundred and thirty rooms. It is calk .
Belleview.
Corru&pondencs solicited.
Norma Lnzenhy, Good Hope, Ala. —I w.
tirk'i lor my subject "School.” Everybuo.
that could ought to go to school. 1 go t
school. 1 ilk., to go very much. 1 stu<
hard and try to learn. Learn all you ea ■
Widia young and it will 1... a great help
you when you ar., grown. XX hen you gel o ■
and I<»'k ba< K on your seh.ml days it is .
gr.-at thing to liav.i an edu itlon. Ever;
body ought to uppreciatu thu privilege u
going to school.
Henry F. Stewart, Battloboro, N C.
Dear Junior: I have been u silent admir.
of the young folks' page, in fact, tl.
whole Constitution for nearly four year;:
1 write to help the boys out. 1 see tin
girls write more letters in Thu Junior iuid
1 would say tho best, but that would dis
courage the boys, mid wo might stop writ
ing entirely. Fo gather your courage, boys,
and keep trying.
I toko for my subject "The Model Young
Man." Tlie model young man Is character
ized by gentleness to his mother arid sis
ters, by hl" attendance at lecture rooms
and libraries, where something useful may
be learned; by his avoidance of saloons
Willard halls and other places of Immoral
tendency; by Ids gentlemanly demeanor
to all; by his refusal to smoko or chew
tobacco; by his unwillingness to wear
flashy clothing, or e bob-tail coat; by the
fi’ofllty with which he saves money from
his earnings; by his refusal to splurge 1n
foreign countries, before ho has become
fumiliar with his own. by a perfect and
natural articulation of every word lv
ep.aks, and fltuilly by marrying a girl for
I" i- goodness, her knowledge and love of
labor. Instead of a young lady for her
showy appearance nnd commercial value.
My advice tn nil you cousins ts to
Do all the good you can.
In all the ways you can;
To all tho people you cam—
Just ns long as you can.
Correspondence solicited.
Polly, Bargent, Ca.—This 1s a grand coun
try, with all the modern Inventions to help
In every way. The great Atlanta Consti
tution reaches from the frost of Maine to
tho Golden Gate, and It Is strange to see
how the boya try to down the girls by
writing such ridiculous things as the girls
nre Immoral and intellectually Inf- rlor to
the boys. I wish to say that a fair field
tn prove their Intellectual superiority Is in
The Constitution. Jr. As for tho moral
distinction. ju*t look for yourself. I nm
g; ■! all tho boys are not like Lawrence
nnd F> roggs. It th'y were, the girls would
be In hard luck, that Is. In Indian style.
Lawrence, ar. you semi-civillzed? Though
W" must be of a forgiving spirit, perhaps
1 ■■ will reform, and we further suggest
that If he does not. he had better keep si
lent. Ixxoklnc from an Impartial point of
view, the boys as well as the girls, have a
lot <»f room to improve. Adieu for t.ie
present; success to Thu Junior and her
seniors.
Clarice Rtono, Contopa, Ala.—Dear Jun
ior: I stood by quietly and watched with a
feeling of pride the progress of tho "moral
question,” for I saw It was coming on all
right, but since you—thu boys—have gone
Boat Rowers
Bicycle Riders
Baseball Runners
The trr<»at rrusrlw rrrvlne produces an tnrr rt a«e«
▼it . authity hi the imrti and hy It> electric energy
give! lixeui the tu throw otf all aoreness.
Mnson’s Anoflyne Liniment
I have used vour Anndyno Liniment with much
satisfaction, lltsnhali player* should all m»e it. In
fa- t, alter anv lively apurt i» will Drevent auro inua-
Ch/atdatitf -hi:/ ‘ VM. ING.
Man iger and Captain New lork Ball Club.
P“Bost Liver Pill Made.”
arsons’ Pills
Positivetvrnre blllmitmeas nnd sick hemlnche,
11,, r.-*ndls.«. I' uu.'.’.aun-. '!h< y« «l’< 'nillnipurlihS
th" blood, li'llcntc women Und relief from
uslugO"'" I'rl i tl' ■" I a, y,'‘|'j*A l n-*
I,i-. JUIIbSVX Ji -It unlvui Hvuoc btoDustuOi
so far n.s to assert that our Intellectual
power is Inferior to yours I resign my place
os spectator and become ono of the "hor
nets.”
I am glad that I can write, and while my
mind has not received so much culture, yet
J feel that with the aid of the cousins I
enn, without hesitation, contradict the
statement and prove beyond doubt that
the intellect of woman is equal to that of
man. That man has more Intellectual abfl
ty is too absurd to mention, and what you
boys want to argue about It for is more
than I can say, unless It is to show your
Intellectual ability.
Up to the present century very little at
tention was paid to tho education of wo
men, and today there Is not as much care
taken in our education as in that of the
other sex, while wo read in the earlier
ages of history that men had every advan
tage that heart could wish in the cultiva
tion of the mind and body, and women were
treated as inferiors In every way; and be
cause <he women of today are advancing
and asserting their rights of equality, you
hoot at them in their endeavors. But let
mo tell you, they have done, are doing and
will do more to moralize humanity than
the mon ever will do, and if you continue
to hoot instead of going to work with your
"grand Intellect,” they will leave you in
the background for wall flowers.
After all their advantages In Intellectual
flaron in ths Wild Woods. • • •
, The Story of a Southern Swamp.
O J OEL CHANDLER HARRIS. o O
Copyright, 1597, by Joel Chandler Harris.
CHAPTER IV.
Between Night and Dawn.
When Aaron parted from Chumpy Riley
•n the hill after they had come from the
Swamp, he wont along the path lo the
spring, stooped on his hands and knees
and took a long draught of tlio cool water.
Then he went in the tear of the negro
quarters, crossed tho orchard fence ar.d
passed thence to tho flower gaiden in front
of tho great house. At ono < orner of the
house a largo oak reared Its head above
the second stary. Some of its limbs whe.n
swayed by the wind swept the dormer
window that jetted out from Littlo Crotch
ett’s room. Behind the red curtain of this
dormer window a light shone, although It
was now past midnight. It shown there at
night whenever IJttio Crotchett was rest
levs and sleepless and wanted to seo Aaron.
And this was often, for tl’.u youngster,
with all his activity, rarely knew what it
was to bo tree from pain. But ter his
journeys hither and yonder on the Gray
Pony he would have been very unhappy,
indeed. All day long He could make some
excuse for putting his aches aside; lie
< ould even forget them. But at night,
when everything w;.s quiet. Pain would
tap at tho door and insist on coming lu
and getting in bed with him.
Little Crotchett had many quaint
thoughts und queer Imaginations, and one
of these was that Pain was a sure enough
romething or other that could come in at
< 7' F--W/ S
([ - ’• L.,.< ■'/ W
the door and go out when it chose—a lit
tle goblin dressed in red Hunnel, with a
groen hat ni’inlng to ft sharp peak ax t.io
top end a yellow tassel dangling ut tho
peak-a red flannel goblin, always smelling
f camphor and spirits of turpentine.
Sometimes—and these were rare nights—
the red goblin remained away, und then
T.ltUo Crotchett could ab*P drcara
the most beautiful dreams.
But usually, as pocn as tho night l -'d
fu’len on the plantation uvd there was
no longer any nclre In the ho ise. the little
red goblin with his peaked green hat would
>pen the doer gently and peep In to see
whether the lad wm« asleep—and lie knew
at u glance whether Lfltlo < rotchett v. .is
sleeping or only feigning sleep. Sometimes
the youngster would shut his eyes ever so
tight and He as still as a mouse, hoping
that the rod goblin would go away. But
the trick never succeeded. The red goblin
wm too smart for that. If there was a
blaze In tho flreplace ho would wink at
it very solemnly; If not, he'd wink at tho
cnndle. and ho never was In any hurry.
He’d sit squat on the floor for many long
moments. Sometimes he’d run and jump in
’he bed with Little Crotchett and then
Jump out again. Sometimes he’d pretend
he wae going to jump In the bed. when
suddenly another notion would strike him,
and he’d turn and run out at tho door
and not come back for days.
But this was unusual. Night In nnd
night out, tho year round, the red goblin
rarely failed to show himself In Littlo
Crotchett’s room and crawl under tho cover
with the lad. There was but one person 1n
al! that region whom the red gobltn was
afraid of, and that was Aaron. But he
was an obstinate goblin. Frequently he d
stay after Aaron came ami try his best
to fight it out With the son of Ben AH;
but In tho end he would havo to go. There
were times, however, when Aaron could
not respond to Little Crotchett’s signal of
distress—the light In the dormer window—
and at such times the red goblin would
have everything his own way. He would
stay till all the world was awake, and then
he’d sneak off to his hiding place, leaving
Little Crotchett weak and exhausted.
Thus It happened that while Chunky Rlloy
was taking an unexpe< ted ride on the
White Pig, and afterwards while the three
men wore sitting on the pasture fence be
yond tho spring, the red goblin was giving
Little Crotchett a good deal of trouble.
No matter which way he turned In bod.
the red goblin was there. He was there
when Aaron camo Into the flower garden.
He was there when Aaron stood at the
foot of the great oak at the corner of the
house. Ho was there when Aaron put
forth his hand, felt for and found ono of
the Iron spikes that had been driven Into
tho body of the oak. The red goblin was
In bed with I.lttlo Crotchett and tugging
at his back and legs when Aaron pulled
himself up by means of the Iron spike;
when ho found anotln r Iron spike; when,
standing on and holding to those spikes,
he walked up tho trunk of tliu tree as if
It were a ladder, and when he went into
culture, while ours have slept, as It were,
I think they must havo had very little In
tellect to start with if it has taken several
centuries to come up with ours—to equal
ours. I say equal ours, for theirs certainly
do not surpass ours.
Girls, let’s convince them that we are
not as dull as thought to be.
"Blinker,” please tell where in the Bible
you found that passage quoted in your
letter.
Zclllo Phillips. Oak Level, Va.—Dear
Junior: If I come knocking for admittance
In your happy circle this bright morning,
will you let me in? As they all prefer sub
jects, I will take happiness for mine. Hap
piness is the great aim of every living’
soul and the chief object of our lives. If
we do not lead a useful, happy life wo
feel that xve have lived in vain and that
our Ilves have been but an empty dream,
devoid of all the pleasant memories of tho
past. . ,
Nothing done to cheer the pathway of
another or to lift another’s burden; no kind
work for a fallen brother or a bright smilo
for tho heart-broken one, and so when
closes that selfish wretched life, heaven
will havo no beaming smile to shed on the
dying pillow.
No joy given, no joy received, and may
tho world truthfully say: "Our life has
been spent In vain." Our soul has passed
Little Crotchett’s room byway of the
dormer window. The real name of the red
goblin with the green hat was Pain, as
we know, and he was very busy with Lit
tle Chrotchett this night, and though tho
lad had fallen Into a doze, he was moving
restlessly about when Aaron entered the
room. Tho Son of Ben All stepped to the
low bed and knelt by it, placing his hand
that the night winds had cooled on Little
Crochett’s brow, touching it with flrm but
gentle strokes. Tho lad awoko with a
start, saw that Aaron was near and then
closed his eyes again.
"It’s a long way for you to come," ho
said. "There’S a lot of things for you in
tho basket there."
"If twice as long. It would bo short for
mo.” replied Aaron. Then, still stroking
Little Crotchett’s brow with ono hand and
gently rubbing his body with the other,
the Son of Ben All told of Chunky Riley’s
ride on the White Pig. With his eyes closed
tho itid could see tho whole performance,
and ho laughed with such heartiness that
Anion laughed In sympathy. This was
such a rare event that Little Crotchett
opened hfs eyes to see it, but he soon closed
them again for now ho felt that the red
goblin was preparing to go.
“I sent Chunky Riley,” said Little Crotch
ett. after a while. "They’re after you to
morrow—Jim Simmons and his hounds.
And he has a catch dog with him. I. saw
the dog today. He’s named Pluto. He’s
big and black and bob-tailed, and his ears
have been cropped. Oh, I’m afraid they’ll
get you this time, Aaron. Why not stay
hero with me tomorrow and tho next day?”
"Here.” There was a note of surprise in
Aaron’s voice.
"Yes. What’s to hinder you? I can keep
everybody out of tho room, except—
AAHOX A.»« LITLE CROCTHETT.
"Expect somebody," said Aaron, smiling.
"No, no! The White-Haired Master Is a
good man. Cood to all. He'd shako his
•head and say, ’Runaway hiding in my
house! That's bud. bad!' No, Little Mas
ter, they’ll not get Aaron. You shop.
Tomorrow night I’ll come. My clothes will
be ripped and snagged. Have mo a big
needle und some coarse thread. I’ll mend
’em here, and while I’m mending I may
tell u tale. I don’t know. Maybe. You
sleep."
Aaron was no mesmerist, but somehow,
tho red goblin being gone, Ltttle Crotchett
wus soon tn thu land of dreams. Aoion
remained by the bed to make sure the
sleep was sound, then he rose, tucked the
cover about the lad’s shoulders (for the
morning air was cool), blew out the candla.
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Into the nover ending eternity, without
the smile of God to greet it and shed Its
golden beams about it. Thus we are taught
not to live for self aione; not to seek
one’s own pleasure without giving happi
ness to those around us.
The great Father nt all intended for us to
be happy; then why should we not !*••, not
only in this life below, but in the life be
yond thu tomb? We havo none to bl.: me but
ourselves. "Well,” says one, "happiness is
not found in poverty. 1 must be wealthy
in order to be happy. X must live in
ease and luxury."
This is a grave mistake. Wealth and
happiness are seldom found together. Our
happiness is not altogether dependent upon
onr environment.
There are many little acts of self-denial
and kindnesses we might p .-riurm < ;.cii
day, if we would only look about us and
find them, to secure this coveted treasure.
We must first give it to others.
Poor Scroggs was defeated on tho moral
question ,and I think Laurence will have
to give it up, as the girls are throwing
shells at him hot and heavy.
I would like correspondents; either sex.
Claude Lawrence, New Birmingham, Tex.
Dear Junior: Rally round tho flag, boys;
rally once again! Abandon not tho dear
old Junior to the girls. They w ill begin to
think that in the course of progress and tho
went out on tho roof, closing the window
sash after him. and in a moment was
standing in tho flower garden. There ho
found Rambler, the track dug. awaiting
him, and together they passed out into
the lot and went by the spring, where
Aaron stooped and took another draught
of the cool, refreshing water.
All this time the three men had been
Bitting on tho pasture ft neo at tho point
where it inters'xted the patii hading from
the spring, and they were sitting th< ro
still. As Aaron started along this path,
after leaving tho spring. Rambler trotted
on before, and his keen nose soon detected
the presence of strangers. M ith a whine
that was more than half a whistle, Ramb
ler gave Aaron the signal to stop, and then
went toward the fence. Tho situation be
camo clear to him at once, and It was
then that Chunky Riley and the three men
had heard him bark. Tliey called It bark
ing. but it xvas a message to Aaron say
ing:
"Look out! Look out! Son of Ben Alt.
look sharp! I see three—Grizzlies two. and
another.”
There was nothing alarming in the eq
uation. In fait Aaron might havo gone
within hailing distance of the thr o men
without discovery, for the spring lot was
well wooded. If Mr. Addi. on Abercrombie
had any peculiarity it was his fondness
for trees. Ho could find something to ad
mire in the crookedcst shrub oak end in
tho scraggiest elm. He not only alloxy'd
the trees in the spring lot to stand, but
planted others. Where Aaron stood a
clump of black jacks covering a quarter
of an acre had sprung up some years be
fore. They were now well grown saplings
ar.d stood as close together, according to
the saying of the negroes, as hairs on a
dog’s back. Through these Aaron s owly
edged his way, moving very caretulb,
until ho reached a point close eiiougii. to
thu three men to see und hear what -was
going on.
Standing in the black slu.dow of these
sappllngs. he made an Important discov
ery. Chunky Riley, it will be remembered,
suspected that tho two Oossetts and Mr.
Simmons were intent on capturing Aaron
but this was far from their P ur P<>se. The
had no such idea. While Aaron stood list
ening, watching, he saw a tall shadow
steal along tho path, liu heard the
of a dress and kn*w it was a
shadow stole along the path until came
to tho three men on tho fence and then it
stopped.
“Well?*’ said Mr. Gossett. sharply.
"What did you see? Where did tho nig
ger go? Don’t stand there like you are
deaf and dumb. Talk out’’’
"1 se d him come sum do spring. Mare
tar. an’ go up by do nigger cabins. But
attar dat 1 ain't lay eyes or. im."
"Did ho go into the cabins.” , _ ,
“I lis’n tut eve’y one, Marster, an I a*n t
hear no tulkin* in but one.
••Was ho In that one?”
•*JSf ho wuz. Marster, ho wa’nt aayin
nothin’. Big Sal was talkin’ wld Randall,
BUh-” v- . •>».
••What were thoy talkiUFT a “’Ut.
"All de words I hear um say wux ’bout
der Little Marster—how good he 13 un’ how
he all de time thinkin’ mo’ ’bout yuther
folks dan ho do ’bout his own suf.
"Humph!” snorted Mr. Gossett. slr. Sum
mons moved about uneasily.
"Whyn’t you go in tin’ s 0 whetner Aaron
was in there?" asked George Gossett.
"Bekaze, Marso George, dey’d a Kno a
right pine-blank what 1 come fer. ’Sides
dat. Big Sal Is a mighty bod nigger 'omaa
when she git mad.”
*‘You’ro b g us Bho !s, ' BUgffestcu Mr.
Gossett. , .... _
"Yes sir; but I ain’t got da ambition
what Big Sal got,” replied the woman
humbly.
"I tell you, Bitumens, that runaway nig
ger Is the Imp of Satan,’’ remarked Mr.
Gossett.
"But. colonel, If he's that, what do you
want him caught for?" Inquired Mr. Sim
mons humorously.
“Why, so much tho more need for catch
ing him. I want to get my hands on him. i
it I don't convert him, why, then, you may
go about among your friends anil say that
Gossett Is a poor missionary. You may •
say that and welcome."
"I believe you!” echoed George.
“You may go home now,” Bald Mr. Gos
sett to the woman.
"Thaney, Marster.” She paused a mo- >
ment to wipe her face with her apron, and I
then climbed over the fence und went to- ,
ward tho Gossett plantation.
Aaron slipped away from the neighbor- I
hood of the three m. n, crossed the fence '
near where Chunky Riley had been stand- I
Ing, went swiftly through tho pasture t >f
half u mile, struck Into tho plantation path
a hundred yards ahead of the woman, . * J
then came back ulong the path to mett
her. Whe 1 he saw her coming ho stopped,
turned his back to her, and stood motion
less In the path. Tho woman was talking
to herself as she camo up. but v. n she
saw Aaron sh< hesitated, advanced asi ',
and then sto< d still breathing hard. All
her superstitious fears were aroused.
“Who is ;.<ui Who is <1 t,? Name or da
Lord! Can’t you talk? Don’t be fooln' wld
mo' Man who Is you?”
"One!" replied Aaron. Tho sound of a
human voice reassured her somewhat, but
her knees shook so pho could hardly
stand.
"What your name?” sh" added again.
"Too long a name to tell you.”
"What you doin’?”
"Watching a child—looking hard at it."
"Wuz you. sho nu.T?" sho came a step
nearer. “How como any chil’ out dis tints
er night?”
"A black cl.lid,” Aaron went on. "It's
dress was afire. It w. nt up and down the
path here. It went across the hill. Crying
and calling— < ailing and crying. Aaron!
Aaron! Mammy’s hunting for you! Aaron!
Aaron! Mammy's telling on you!”
"My Lord from heaven.” moaned the wo
man; "dat wuz my chil'—do one what got
burnt up ka.se 1 wus off In do till'.’’ She
throw her apron over her head, fell on her
knees and moaned and shuddered.
“Well. I’m Aaron. You hunted for mo in
the nigger cabins; you slipped to the fence
yonder; you told three men you couldn’t
find me.
"O, Lord. T wus ’bleeged ter do it. It wuz
dat or t ike ter de woods, an’ dey ain’t no
place for me In de woods. What'd I do out
dar by meee'f at n’ght? I know’d dey
couldn't cateh you. O. dat wuz my chil’.”
I "Stand up." Aaron commanded.
"What you gnvine t r ■lo?" the woman
asked, slowly rising to her feet and holding
herself ready to dod-e un expected blow—
for, as she herself said, she was not at all
"ambitious."
"Your breakfast Is ready, and I’ve been
advance of the times we have evoluted
Into know-nothings and the first thing you
know they will be agitating our page with
the problem “What Are Boys Good for
anyway?” But. boys, come on with your wit
and buoyant spirits, and throw more life
into Thu Junior column, because the girls
are letting it become a little dry. as they
have about worn a few subjects thread
fa ir, for when they strike a subject like
fleroggs they all feather in and tell about
the same thing in a little different lan
guage, and I guess Seroggs thanks his
st .rs for that difference, for it must have
grown monotonous. So some of you boys,
send in some letters full of Inter* st and
give The Junior a send-off. Then let the
girls follow suit. I think there is nothing
more profitable than to discuss some vital
subject which effects life and character,
thus trying to rates the mor ■ls and am
bit; ~n of our young friends. But many of
our letters are too stiff, formal—wanting
In life and wit. which would so brighten
our page. If we could only get some cous
in living along the coast to tell of his ad
vent un .< or describe sumo thrilling incident
of sea life ur if same cousin living in the
Rocky mountain range. where nature
makes so subilmo a display, would give us
,-. vi-rid description of tho scenery, now it
w .nld bring out the talent for vivid d' scrip
tion and lively narration, how it would
make our page grow in interest and soon
we could feel that we had built up the
b. -t junior page that any paper could
boast of in this bread land. Then we may
greatly aid In tho success of our beloved
paper.
waiting here to give ft to you. Hold your
apron.”
The woman did as she was told, and
Aaron took from the basket which Little
Crot' hett had given him four biscuits and
as many pieces of ham.
“I’ll take um, and thanky, too." said the
woman; “but hungry as I is, I don’t b’lleve
I kin eat a mou’ful un um atter what I
done. I’m too mean to live."
"Get home. Get homo and forget It.”
Aaron replied.
“O, X can’t go throo dem woods atter
what you tol’ me,” cried the woman.
"1’1! go with you.” said Aaron. "Come.”
"You!” Th-- woman lifted her voice until
ft sounded shrill on the moist a!r of the
morning. "You gwlno dar to Gossett’s?
Don’t you know dey ergwine her hunt you
in do mornin’? Don’t you know dey got <le
dogs dar? Don't you know some er der
niggers’ll see you—an’ maybe do overseer?
Don’t you know you can’t get away sum
dem dogs ter save yo" life?”
"Come," said Aaron sharply. "It’s late ’•
‘fM;n’, now. Es dey catch you. ’taln’t me
dat done it," the woman Insisted.
"Come, I must be getting along," wts
Aaron’s reply.
He went forward along the path, and
though he seemed to be walking easily, the
woman had as much as she could do to
kee»p ’near him. Though his body swayed
slightly from side to side, he seemed to be
gliding along rather than walking. Ahead
ot him, sometimes near, sometimes far and
frequently out of sight, a dark shadow
moved and flitt< i. t: xvas Rambler going
In a canter. A hare jumped from behind
a tuaso-k and went skipping away, it was
a tempting challenge, but Rambler hardly
glanced at him. "Goodby, Mr. Rabbit, I’ll
| see you another day.”
Thus Aaron, the woman and Rambler
went to Gossett's.
‘•->1 m. ain’t you tired?" th“ woman asked
when they camo in sight of the negro quar
ters.
"Me? I'll go twenty miles before sun
up," replied Aaron.
"I never tell on you no mo’." said the
woman; "not es ,dey kill me.” Sho tum -d
to go to her cabin, x*hen Aaron touched
her on the .shoulder.
"Wait!" ho whispered. "If it brings
more meat for your young ones, tell! Fet. h
the men here; show ’em w:i. re I stood if
it brings you more*meat fur your babies."
"Sho’ ’nuff?” asked the won: in, a mazed.
Ahron nodded h!s head. "What kind er
to l.s is you"" sho cried. "You ain’t no
nigger. D y ain't no nigger on top er de
ground dat'd stun’ up dar an’ t Ik dat
away. Wilt 3ey ketch you es I tell?" The
woman w. 13 thinking about the meat.
Aaron lifted hte r.-’tit hand in the air,
turn'd and d: - Appeared In the darkness,
V.-,.... ? 4 r. ,-.'.- c-.arging to the gray of
d< ..:u i.e v onian remained where she
was standing for some momenta as if con
s.u ring sozus serious problem. Then she
shook lier head.
“I'd git de mc.it —but d'-y mout ketch "in.
ui’ dea w*hat'd I look like? '
This remark seemed to please her, for
t n i: >.l it more th m once before mov
ing out of her tracks. When she did mote
she aent to .. r < -b.n, kindled a lire, cooked
sometiiing for her children—she had three—
placed a biscuit and a piece of hum for
and, although she -nad not slept a
wink, prepared to go to tho field. It wea
aln.ust tune, to. . .or silo ard the bug
feeder In the hursa lot talking angrily to
thu mules as ho parcelled out it .ur uora
and I'uxnga. I’reseully sue heard mm lima
c,u,...g ino faugo to get a bite ox cum—the
1. ttemng ~o„s that were rum.ing -oval ux
thu hoxse iOi.
xiouii, too, she heard the sharp voice of
Mr. Gossett, her muster, culling 10 tne hug
XeeueT. And you may be sme u.j inaa
Went as lasi us his i-_gs cuuiu curry h.ui.
Get out u. the way, dug, cb.ca.ens, waeei
burrvws, wuod-.'.ie, everything, ..nd let lae
negro run to h.s master! xiuu ha seen the
horses? O, yes. marster, tnai he hadl
Tiny w. re Blanding at the lot gate und
they whickered ai d wiiinn, d so that as
was Oblafed lo go and see what the trouble
was. An i there Were the .Mr. Sim-
mons's among the rest. les, marster, and
the h t us
I alarming tii-s 1 g.'iboibood, thinking some
thing serious u.il happened, when the
; thought came to i-is mir.d that the horse*
hau grown t red u- w Ht;ng and h.ui broken
i louse from their fastenings.
! O, yes, marst r, they would do that way
heap of
sense. ♦ -pecially mursters horses. When
the
i low him, and then they broke loose, too.
; And they we;.- ifd—e,.: ng rig-it now, and
I ail fiX’-U up. Saddle 'em by sun up? Yes,
■ marster, and t -for - that ts juu want 'em.
, to already had .1 right smart.
' u. co. .' .. . . goux clean ■
luCa ;oi‘ Aaruil, a- .. . * -nr lu gu. *le kadi
no tear tux Air. Gossena nuuuus. joul ns
- - - - - ■ l - ■ ■ get -
I Ung a«uy irom >e mat uur.. rncuu.S
| la-u uauiea. it i.e cuu.a uu.-.uuueutef
. ;ed
tten <1 -th was the troutnas
a a
j'io. ss.oiui-i negro nuuier, and nut uo
-.---• *. pride In iu
In. .. a j al . w. aa 1. n desire IO
1 ■ I . . ' #up»
posed tii.il Mr. smimons nad made a stuuy
ut Hie tactics us ‘ le li.gllive aegiuwi.
As u matter 01 tact. -dr. Simmons was a
very shrewd man. He was also, m spite
of nls calling, u Very- kind-heart d man.
In I*:s* sum a- desp;.-- d .xi.. Go.-s- it, whose
»e-rues were eo., laiilly in tin woods, and
loved und udm.rcd Addison Abercrombie,
wl use negroes never ran away, ♦iial who.
If ex • nt a '-re a Xu-
gftlve, would never call m Mr. Simmons lo
cuteh’thcm.
Aaron was for afield when, as the sun
rose. Mr. Gosreit s hog feeder c.ihed the
bo Fc g.rt ana ~k 1 h rt > t'-,l Mr. Gossett
■ at
the front gate. Tie n Mr. S minons’s uogs,
w .,„ i hud b'-i shut up .a the carriage
s
hounds were given h;iK-eooked cornmeal,
but the catch log. Pluto, mus - have
I raw m it wrtri a ■■■ - ■ fl
at on.- gulp. Thi- done, Mr. Simmons bi.-W
on- short, sharp note on his horn, and the
hunt for Aaron begum.
(To be continued.)
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