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Newspaper Page Text10 —; : WIMSM 7 teomg!tlhMffl|nm Conducted by Mrs. Wm. Kino, 480 Courtland Ave., Atlanta, Ga. TWO WAYSJF GIVING. "If I could And a dollar.” Said little Tommy Gill. ”A-lay!n’ tn a pig's track. Or rollin’ up a hill. I’d send It to the heathen As fast as It could go. For they are needing money— My teacher told me so.” •’I can give a penny now.” Said little Willie Pool. •’And that will buy a paper To start a Sunday school, rd better give a penny. And give It right away. Than wait to find a dollar To give another day.” So Wliilo gave his penny. A wish gave Tommy GIB: Now which Aw his dollar first Go rolling up the bill? OLMSTEAD. in Little Workers. Pear Children- As there seems to be quite an excitement In regard to Aunt Susie's age. It will be as well to relieve your minds and let the guessing cease. You do not all read the paper very close ly, or you would have seen It was guess ed some time ago. and a note put at the close of the letter telling who had first guessed. 1 have forgotten the boy S name, but he guessed stxty-sevvn. Now. some of you may look upon me as quite an old ladv. but If you could see me and gee how much work I do. you would alter your mind. I will tell you one thing. I don t ac knowledge to being old except In reading badly written letters with a pencil—then 1 say. too old to see such letters. 1 here Is no excuse for any one who Is well nrnl able to sit up to send a miserable scrawl written with a pale pencil and ruhb**l out by the time it reaches me. I cannot wear my eyes out with such letters. There have downs of such como to me this Week and they have gone where all such that come will go—right to the bottom of the wastebasket. This column Is for your improvement—you are not improving by writing such letters. If you cannot write well enough to use pen and Ink. don't write until you can. but go to work and practice every <tay and you will be surprised to see how soon you can write a nice, readable letter to ’ -AUNT SUSIE.” p S— I hope you will all read the ar ticle on Longfellow. I thank the writer: such pieces are Improving to the writer and readers. LONGFELLOW. THE POET. BY JANET. CARROLTON. MISS. Pear Junior- Not. long ago 1 saw a let ter In the Woman’s Kingdom on Shakes peare. and I thought It so nice and In structive that 1 would fell the cousins what I know of 1-ongfellow, as I htwve read more of his works than any other poet's and think they are th- best. Longfellow was born February 27. ]s*i?, in Portland. Me. Ills father was a lawyer. At the age of fifteen he entered Ibiwdoin college. al Brunswick, and re ceived his d-gree of A. B. four years af terwards. While at e-dlege he contrib uted pc-ms and criticisms to several American periodicals. Among the poems were the -Hymn of the Moravian Nuns.” the "Spirit of Poetry,” the “Woods In Winter” and "Sunrise on the Hills.” Be fore he was twenty ho was appointed professor of modern languages at Bow doin. with the privilege of going to Eu rope to study, and for thr*e years he »as n diligent student tn France. Spain. Italy and Germany. After his return he re mained five years at Uowdoln and In 1*35 he was appointed professor of modern languages and literature al Harvard. Before entering up«»n ills duties he again visited Europe. He returned In 1836 and h«ld his professorship for seventeen years. Longfellow’s literary career began in IS3X in 1*39 his first collection of po»-m* appeared, entitled "Voices of the. Night.” ai d from 1*39 to I*7B his pen was never idle. His residence in Cambridge was the house whi<h Washington had used as headquarters during the revolution. In England his works are more generally known and more popular than those of any other Am* rican author His prose Is remarkable for smoothness and elegance, and a. a translator he has never had a superior. His meet popular poems are "The. -th ii “Rketeton ip. Armor.” "Building of the Ship.” "Court ship of Mih-s Standish." •"Hiawatha” and "’Evangeline." the last was liis fa vorite. He was a great fri-nd to chil dren and is often calb-d the childrens poet. He died In 1882. BIRD LOVER’S SOCIETY. Eddie J Ru«tvoll. Mr. A. Russell. Mrs. Lilli. G. Russell. Wiilte A. Russell. Hattie Rus-sell. Mattle May Russell. Ros sie V. Russell. Benton, Ark.; Jerome Tabb. Blanche Tabb. Mrs. Gcnla Tebb. Mrs. Mattie Suttcn. May Sutton. Doyl Sutton. M atvista. Mb- ; Mary and An na Wilson. Conway. Ark.; Myrtle and Jvanita Glonn. Granburg. Tex.; Lillie Adame. Cokesbury S. C.: Os<-ar Fit ji ff* tsid. Mrs. Jan« Fltsgerald. Mrs. Florio Black. Mrs. Sarah Hicks. Miss Del! Hicks. Sam Hicks. John Hteks. I>*ster Black. I.iille Moore. Maggie Hicks. Snßle Hicks. Re-sy Fitttgernld. J. D. Slsh. Mrs Susie Sf.-h. John Topham. Nora Popham, Mary Blalock. Mrs. TJzzio Chinch. Fenle Chirch. Wallace Chinch. Betty Chinch. Mrs. Nancy Robe.-tx, W. S. Itob-'.’ts. liar Popham. L. P. Chinch. I. W. Nations. George Brocks, fjestcr Jester. Haber sham cottnty; Delta Yer by. Pilgrim. Ala.; E L. Swain. W. G. Swain. TVmt vile. Ark.: Pattie Wilson. Hogan. N. C.; Mrs. G. W. Boerne. Johnnie W. Boon*-. OLD TIMES IN GEORGIA GOOD TIMES Alt 3 BID TIMES By SARGE PLUNKETT. fa. m. wrra > With The Weekly « anstituilna One Year ONLY SI.OO. This Is the only book nt Sarga Plunkett's tnlt: itabl* sketches that has ever been printed. It ’> -re ret contain any of hl» later letters but Is filled with some of bls best earlier produc tint* An->ng thm an* his war storl-s. stor.*-*i of th* heme, the customs and r>,ma n' the quaint Ideas of th** cracker, and Mt h<>mo «»■!« philosophy and otx-e-rrations well worth the reading. The book is In paper cover. 200 pages, well printed, and will t* «*nt ptstpatd to any ad cr—- under the above offer As a ;-o-m!um with The Weekly Constitution one year. SI. the book realty costa you n-thing We will erad the t- k alone upon r~. !pt of 35 cents. Our supply Is limited and the offer la a par* ore. first come, first served Addreso all orders to The Constitution, never to in indlvHuai Send your SI directly, or through the local agent R-m!t by poctal, monev order, express or yugtetered latter. wherein we aseume all risks. THE CONSTtrCTION. Atlarta. Ga. Mary T-eo Oglesby. Wildwood, N. C.; Mrs. A. D. Thomas. Rudolf Thomas, Dadeville. Ala.; M. J. Johnson. Estelle Johnson, Archie Johnson. Jessie Johnson. Roy Jones. Mndtson Jones, Royio Jones. Blake Jones. Alice Jores, Grace Trapp, Biake, Tex.; J. M. Holey. Nannie Holey. J. A. Staicup, Ada Stalcup. Pioneer. Tex.; Mrs. M. R. Gray. T. R. Gray, G. M. Gray. J. G. Gray. T. P. Gray. J. P. Gray, M. F. Gray. C. T. Gray. A. M. Gray. M. L. Coleman. Simsboro. I -a.; Mrs. Laura M. Ji lies. Mrs Lydia Hawkins. Mamie Hawkins. Maud Laura Hawkins. Mollie Hawkins. Elma Hawkins. Social Circle. Ga.; Lee Shackelford. Columbus, Miss.; Mrsl Mattle Thompson. William Carey Thompson, Fay Craig. G. W. Brown. Car penter. Miss.; Clara 13. Mims. Caledonia. Ala. - JUNIOR CORRESPONDENCE (Xarenco Martin. Septus. 8. C.—Deir Junior: I am seven years old. I have two brothers and one sister. 1 liavo two pets, a shepherd dog and a colt. My > s a merchant. Some times I h«IP i» store. Young B. Olive, Camdan. Miss —Dear Junior: Mamma read me your letters about the baby cottage. 1 send 5 cents for It- I have been to school four months. lam in tne third reader. lh»th my grandpas and one grwndma came truni Georgia. lam eight years old. Travis Harrison. Glover, Ala.—Here I come a little boy eleven years old. My papa is a subscriber to The Constitution. I love very much to read the little cous- ■ ins’ letters. Will say that Uncle Bill Arp’s : wife is fAi's years old* Uncle Bill was 9 ! when she was l l s. times IS Is and he is 7 1 * th** if he. b«‘* 74. As I have i never written a letter to any paper be- I fore will close. ——• I Clara B. Mims, Caledonia. Ala.—Dear Junior: 1 think your society is very nice, and hope It will stop the people from killing the dear little birds. Oh. how I dislike to see the boys going round with their pop guns killing birds. ves, 1 want to join this society and pieage to ke*-p the rule. ... 1 am a little fatherless girl, thirteen vears old. 1 have three brothers and one sister, all vounger than myself. We live in the country with our grandpapa. Lillian Blssett. Goliad. Tex.—Dear Ju nior: I am twelve years old. I live ten miles from Goliad, the place where Fan nin and his army were murdered by the Mexicans. The old town where they were murdered Is on the west bank of the San Antonio river, and is called La Bahi. some Mexicans live th-re yet. They have dar.c complexion, black straight hair; they are a thieving, filthy race of people. This la i a farming and stock raising country. Alice McLeroy. Eros. Lc—Dear Junior: As I have never seen any letters from this portion of our country. 1 will be the first to write. lam .eight years old and have nevvr been to but one school; but I ant going to be smart and learn I fast s«> 1 can bo useful and intelligent like Aunt Susie. I am visiting my cousin, mar Rushton. 1 set.d 2 cents for you to use for tne nt- i tie girl that got stung by the kissing bug. John L B'.mms—Dear Junior: B’ease • put mln*' and mamma s names In your Bird Lovers’ Society. If you could just hear our lovely mocking birds singing m ' th trees you would not wonder ttiat we love them so well. Mamma thinks they ! sing for her nearly all day, and It realy ’ «e ms that they com- to tne ah* rev- r I i go. If 1 go to the orchard, they s:ng I there- if I go to the ginhouse, they sing there, and last tear I told mamma that 1 they met me at the well on top of the hill when I came from plowing. Will send a long list this summer. Pattie V Butcher. Ruthville. Tenn Dear Junior: Will Aunt Susie please make room for a little blue-eyed Tennessee girl? I live In the country. Father Is a farm* r. lie sold dry goods twenty years and t*ecaine tired and t»ought a farm. We take The Constitution. I like tn read the Junior page. The cousins tell about their f**-ts. I have three litti*- kittens and our old cat and a little sorrel horae. Father gave him to me. His name is Bill. Adelle Clayton. Peacock, Fla—Dear Junior: 1 am a little girl eleven year-* of ■ age. My papa is a farmer. He takes The Constitution and I enjoy reading It very much. Grandmother has a clock that has l*e. n keeping gn*»d time slxtyfive years and she has an *>ven that she baked bread In fifty years agn. Both are good yet. Can any of th- cousins tell of such good old things? My papa bought u-s a nice, parlor organ. My sister, pearl, and 1 can play right well. We are very fond of music and papa will get us a teacher be fore long. We have twenty pretty gos lings and th 'v look so cut*- ar;d tl:e<l con ing up every evening. Birdie Houston ami Nina Kelley, Pha- • Ila. Miss.—Dear Junior: Here comes two j I’tlle country courtns rapping for admis sion Into this happy band. There is a railroad being built from Rosedale, the I county seat of Bolivar, to the main line ' at Boyles, passes near our home, runs through Phalta. our country postoltice, which promises to be a city in the near future. Birdia Is eleven years old and Nina ten. We each have a p<-t cat. The Junior letters are always read first, with th- exceptioa of Aunt Susie’s. As this is • our first attempt wa will close for fear of • ■■ v.. basket. Richard. Edward and Maud Lamb, I Berkley. Ala. —Dear Junior: Here comes f thr*-e little strangers to join vour happy band of cousins. Papa Is a farmer. We I lais*- cott »n. t >rn. potatoes and all kinds <*f vegetable*. Have no pets hut two | little kittens. Our ages uro thirteen. ■ «lev. n and s’x. We -•.-<• not g«*t: g to ; school now. We ’ove to go to school very much. As this is our first attempt to write, we h'*i»e Aunt Susie will tltink it w> rthy of printing. With love to Aunt Susie and the cousins. Dails Lindsey. Texanna. I. T —Dear Junior: 1 have ht**-n reading so many nice Setters 1 thought I would write one. I live with my grandma. I have five brothers and two sisters. I have a little brolhet named after Henry W. Grady, lb) was a gr< at man of the south and well known bv everybody. I like horse back riding v* ry much. Don’t you cousins think It is nice for us to have a corner in the dear <>!<! Constitution. Aunt Sush*. what y >u wrote last week about the Bint i Div.-rs’ Society. I think it is wrong to kid the little innocent creatures. I would . I‘ke to have Aunt Susie's pictur*-. We ' have a good Sunday school down here. ; ! would like a few correspondents about ■ my age—thirteen. . Rosa L. Moore, Fannvlllc. N. C.—Dear ’Junior: I have just been reading the nice i letters from the juniors, and thought I would write one. 1 am a little girl four- ■ te< n years of age. I go to school at home. My .-ch«»ol cl«»s<->l the fith. W«? had com- , mcncem<-nt on the lith ami an address by Pr-fessor Joseph Kinsey, principal of Kln- i sey seminary. Wilson. N. C.. on the 7tii. My father di>-d when I was six years ohl. My rnoth-r is living. She is postmistress and a seamstress. My sister is telephone I operator and assistant postmaster. I help them with the office ami telephone. I have a beautiful mocking bird; he sings beautifully. —— Edna Jacobs. Cullasaga. Macon County. X. C.—Dear Junior: I am an Alabama girl ' nine years old. My home is In Anniston. 1 left home May 3»th and came by Rome I and Chattanooga. Knoxville and Morris , town. Tenn.. At the latter place I visited ■ my only great aunt, who Is most blind: then I came to Asheville and Weaverville. IN. C-> — I visited some relatives there; then came to this place June 19th. I came by THE WEEKLY CONSTITUTION! ATLANTA, GA., MONDAY, JULY 9, 1900, myself most all the way. My pass is good up to August 15th, then papa Is corning. My mamma died when I was eighteen months old. Grandma King lives with us and this is the first time 1 was ever away from her and want to see her so mucn. Some of these grand mountains are b,ovo feet high and the streams are too cold tor tne to wade In. 1 am with my uncle and Aunt Mary. Miss Landon Read, Zelglervllle, Miss. Dear Junior: Again I cross the thresh hold of the dear old “Kingdom.” Happy greeting to you all. Rain, rain. How it rains. If memory did not hold out on her broad canvas the pages of sacred his tory containing the covenant with od Noah. I believe the ZelglervlHltes would send out a dove. The poor farmers flounder in the sea of despair. It has tained until 1 think it might be counted as one of I’haroali's plagues. 1 fear dear old Mississippi will tail to make her bread. Bhuklierry and chicken pie all ’’the go;’’ como and dine. 1 ask a favor of some of you. 1 want to borrow "Charlotte Temple’’ for three young girls to read. Will return the favor any way 1 can. Who will come, to my relief? Sudl® Keller, Abbeville. S. C Dear Ju nior: 1 have long been a silent admirer of the good old Constitution. I am. a farmer's daughter ami like country life, th-ugli thn.k 1 wo’ii>l llk<- <Hy Ufa '■ I i will take lor my subject 'Little Things. The happiness of our life is made up of little courtesies, kind words, sweet smiles, -i friendly letter, good wishes and good deeds. lute Is made up of little things. Little acts are the elements of true greatness, they ar*- lite’s value to its highest power. Moments are the golden sands ot life. Every day is a little lite, if we make the little events of life beautiful a.id g«*od, then is tne whole rife full of beauty ana goodness. It is the cb-se observation of little tilings which is the secret of suc cess in ev*rv pursuit of life. Human knowledge is but an accumulation of small facts. Cllda and Irona Burks. Vlnemont, Ala.— Dear Junior: As we have never seen a letter from our new town "Vlnemont,” we two little sisters thought wo would call. i’.ipa takes The Constitution and It is always a we-kome visitor in our home. We enjoy reading the Junior and Aunt Susie’s letters very mucn. We have a beautiful mountain home and this is a noted place for health, miuty people come here from different places to si" nd the sunun-T. We will now send the Junior a riddle: “In the garden was laid u beautiful maid as ever the sun shone on, she was made a wife the first day of her life and died before she was borned.” Guess who it was? We are two Ittle r’stecs. twelve and eight years old. Woodie Jackson, Asbury. Upshur coun ty, Texas.—Dear Junior: 1 am always <lellghted to read the cousins’ leters. 1 would Indeed be glad to sen Aunt Susie. I know she is a noble woman. 1 am a lit tle girl ten years old 1 live sixteen miles frt-tn Harleton. Papa takes The Consti tution, ami 1 like to read the children's corner. 1 h-vv- dear Aunt Susie and the o.vsins. I have two little brotlurs ami one little stater We a farm and papa has a store and Is postmaster at '.lds place. Mamina says she loves farm lift b. st of all. Siie likes it because it is so quiet ami then she likes to see every tl tug growing that keeps the machinery of tlie w irld running. I can c.-ok, wash dishes, milk ami sow. I am In the Fourth Reader, second speller, first arithmetic, grammar and geography. 1 am going to study hard and try and make a school mistress. Bettfo E. Dennis. Clanton. Ala..—Dear Junior: I !iv-- in C. ntral. Ala., in Chil ton county. I nm sorry that the sub ject of birds has been written on so little of late. Birds are becoming scarce ami the consequence is that people's cops s.re being njued mc.re ami more by Insects. My favorite birds are the black martin ami the mockingbird. The n artin Is a common-slscd bird; males are black ami hens black all except the I least, which is gray, er nearly white. They first make their appetiraneo about the Ist of March and remain here until tin- last of Jun -. Besides making a place inc-re cheerful, they are also a help* as they keep the hawks run away. Some are umier the impress! m that they cat the hot < y i»-e. but -nv father keeps bees and 1 always have ma.~tim>, and 1 m-ver saw a I**- • caught by one y -t. 1 think Bill Arp's wife is sixty-eight y • trs old. I w>-uld 11k > to < »rr< sp-unl with one or two girls, age eighte -a, in California or Mon tana. Johnnie and Willie Glllun. Garth. Va.— Dear Junior: Wo are twin boys nine years old. Wo did not like the way Bill Arp talked about the little boys In one of his letters. We think boys are just aS good as girls. The ladles in our church have made a shk quilt ami have several beg ging money on it: whoever raises the most money’ will get the quilt. Cousins, wl I you ail help us raise money on it and if we get the most we will send the quilt to Aunt Susie as a present from tile Juniors. I km>w If you all give some and b .; some we will raise the most. Some of the little girls who live near enough can ask Bill Arp for something. One of us would write to him ami beg him for a few cents, but we are boys and lie might think us fra uls. All who semi mon. ev. address MI SS Netti, Calhoun, Garth, Albemarle County. Virginia. loila May Fain, Wetumpka. Ala—Dear Junior: I am fourteen vears old and live in the little town of lYetu-inpka, on the batiks of the Coosa river. We have nine teen stores, one largo school, three churches—Methodist, Baptist and Presby terian. I am the daughter of a farmer and blacksmith. My school was out the sth of June, in our school wo have two male and four female teachers—one art teacher, one elocution teacher and two muse teachers. Profe-sor B. O. Meek Is the president of the s«-hool. Professor B. A. Taylor is vice preshlent. I am in the sixth grade. We are having bad. rainy w other; it has ix-en raining for two weeks. I am visiting my unde in tlie country an<l having a very nice time. 11.. had a large fine fruit orchard—has ha i fruit ever since June. My mother is dead She died lasi sunim-r. My uncle’s wife die<l th. last of April ami left a sweet little baby girl two month's old, 1 w.-nt to an all-day singing the second Sunday in June ami had dinner on the ground. I would like a few correspond ents; either sex. Jilarv Barnes. Wolfe City, Tex.—Dear Junior: Will you admit a young school mnrm into your happy band? 1 have long been a silent admirer of The Constitution, especially the cousins’ letters and wo man's page. Aunt Susie's bird lovers’ society certainly meets with my approval ami I want mv name enrolled as a rm-m --1» r ami when I comm* nee teaching again will trv to influence my pupils to join. Mv home is in the country, and the first sound that greets mv ears every- morning is tlie sweet songs of the im-rry little birds. What a crime it is to take the lives of such iniuK’ent little creator* s, which were s> nt into the world to make it jovous ami happy. They do no harm, but gr. it ;;o<»l in destroying insects and TM--ts vvhi< h consume <ne crops and fruits. There are millions of thes-.- tieautiful songsters slaughtered ev. ry year for the purpose of ad<<rning ladies' hats. Oh. what a cruel fashion. I am informed that the most path tie thing a hunter litis to do is to kill a heron. They are very shy ex.-ept when earing for their voting. Tit -n the mother bird will stand by the nest and light for her young till she is kill*-*!. The little nestlings are then left to starve. Any lady who wears a heron’s plume on In r hat should remember that it renres.-nts the death of a mother bird and four or live helpleaa nestlings. So 1< t us ston this sens«-less, cruel fashion. If we would not buy any bird ornament* savage men would not murder the beau tiful songsters of the forest that were put here to bless the world. Stan le* Cream Separator,-Profitable Dairying A MISSING HERO. Continued from Eighth Page. measured terms, nor did he stint his praise of the beer with which the repast was washed down. This refreshment finished, some brandy and soda was served and cigars were again the order of the night. “What was the last news you had of this ’elephant smasher' of yours?” asked Forrester, breaking the silence of physi cal satisfaction which ansued. “I’ve heard naught of him this six months past," returned Mactier. “but ho has his times and seasons, the end or middle of Septemiber he generally comes down with ivory horns, karosses and such like. He generally’ stops a b|t at Mr. Erie’s, though X think he missed last year, anyhow. I’ll send a messenger to him. No, sir,” to St. Maur, “if you'd like to see the ring 1 mentioned, here it is.” He drew a ring which had evidently been enlarged from his little finger. "Why it'a a signet ring!” cried St. Maur, taking it and looking closely at the design. “Let tne see,” said Forrester, who In sj fcted it very carefully, holding the ring ckse to the light and turning it from side to side. "Curious," he muttered, "ft is the cognizance of Marseilles, the sacred tish of Apollo, a very unusuaJ crest, I have a fancy for these oddities. Should you be inclined to let me have this for a cohplo of sovs?” “Well, no! I’d rather not, ’ broke In Mactier, before the other had finished his sentence, “North has done me many a gcod turn for the one I did him, and 1 fancy that old ring has brought me luck. I don’t like to part with It.” “Oh! if you are superstitious about It, I've no more to say! It looks like Eng lish workmanship—wonder where he pick ed it up?” "He might have done so in England! He was, 1 fancy, a sea-faring man and had*knockcd about the world a good bit before ho landed here.” The talk turn'd on hunting and the deeds of former Nimrods, In which St. Maur joined with great interest und a large capacity of belief, always siding with their guide, whenever Forrester d«-ul t< d 1 Is stories, or disputed his views. As the conversation proceeded and Mac tier's accounts of feats rerformed in jun gle and veldt, by rock and sliver, increas ed in wonder as his allowance of rhune diminished, St. Maur’s ambition took tire, ho informed his hearers that he intended to show tliem what an English sportsman ci uld do even though he was new to the ccuntry. “Come, St. Maur." exclaimed Forrester at length, "I think we had better turn in. If you are to perform such deeds among the big game you must te very abstem ious-brandy and water oft repeated does not clear the sight or steady the hand, you know Lady Bamboroagh's solemn charge to me the day we started." "Don’t talk in tids way to me, For rester. my mother would molly-coddle mo into a non-entlty if I let her have her way! Do you think you are talking to a schoolboy?” “By no means, but wiser and more ex perienced men than either of us have gone to pieces In the same rock ahead 1 have undertaken to bo not only your secretary, but your guide, philosopher and friend, apd, don't make any mistake, I in tend to do my duty and write home the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth to your mother. Come, be a man of sense and we may have a jolly g< od time together, if you will not, why. I'll make it deuced disagreeable/' “A good time inde- 1! when you dragged me away from Cap. Town where I was getting on like a house on fire, finding a lot of pleasant fellows! You made me act like a brute to a charming woman! She said she knew why I. was leaving and breaking all my engagements, wish you had seen the look she gava at you wdien she said It!” “Never mind, you'll find somethltig just a> charming as we go along.” Turning from him A.cl ledly, Forrester asked Mactier, "Who is this friend of the elephant smasher you mentioned just now ? “Erie, an English settler, came out here s< mo years ago to Join an old colonist, Sykes, they had been fri'nds at home, I think. Sykes died and left Erie his land— he had no family—Sykes. I mean. 1 think w< 11 stop a bit at his place, it coines In our line of march, we'll find some Thu le ks an<l waterbucks about there Just to l>egln upon. Maybe we may hit upon the ’smasher’ himself, he eften comes down to Ravenscleugh about this time." “Ravenscleugh," cried M< Maur, "why that’s the name of a farm in my part of tho country. It's odd to find it in this out of the way place.” “Ay! it’s a north country ta<ne I know,” replied Mactier. “Sykes was a Northum berland m in, I have heard many settlers name their new homes as <r the old ones!” “I think I have heard of Erie, too!” continued St. Maur, "I fancy my brother had a tenant farmer of that name who went to smash the year the Bamborough colt won the St. Ledger, do you remem ler, Forrester?” "No, I don’t. St. Ledgers an*! colts and such like aristocratic diversions have been out of my line.” said Forre-ter, with a slightly bitter laugh “I have seen John Erie often when 1 was a I'ttlo chap." resumed St Maur. “His homestead was not far from the hall. He was a first rate horseman and a gentleman In his wav His wife, too, w as very nice. She used to give me first rate griddle cakes when I used to g. to tea there. By jove! its’ like a Family Her ald story." Tho Honorable Tom babbled on for some minutes longer and then betook himself to rest In a species of hammock slung above the various imped ment s which crowded the wagon, the ni-.ttress resting on a network of strips of hide- Mactier proceeded to see that all th.* par ty was assembled, the horses sab and tiie watchman at his post. Then h too, sought a corner near the front o: the wagon, where he could see the country in front and hear any slight sound out side their moving castle, for he knew his own faculty for sleeping with one eye open. Forrester scribbled for some little time by the light of a thick candle set in a candlestick fitted with a glass shade, which sheltered It from occast nai draughts, but so far the night was still— occasionally he laid down his pen ma thought deeply, his close set eyebrows almost meeting tn a frown as though knitted In some mental effort. 110 had made the good hit in his career when the rich restless widowed countess of Bamborough engaged him is bear leader to her unsatisfactory secona son. The young earl was a pattern of stea.lv conscientious laboriousness. Ho worked on commit tees respecting railways, and inquiries Into all sorts of rights ana wrongs. He presided at scientific meet ings and gave lectures to working men in the county town adjoining his country seat whii h was in a mining district, whence his mother drew her wealth. So the countess left him alone and concen trated all her efforts In making a man of Tom. A happy accident threw Forres ter In her way and he was not tho man to lose a chance. At length he, too, closed his book, ex tinguished the light and let his busy brain repose itself. About the same time the moon was ris ing over a large roughly built farmhouse some sixty or seventy miles further north than where Mactier and his party had outspanned. The trees, fields, gardens, stackyards an<i outbuildings en-ompassing the edifice Indicated much rural wealth and the baying of some wakeful hound broke the profound stillness. Presently an upper window opened and a head appeared, while a voice called clearly in a ringing musical tone, “Quiet, Gellert, quiet, good dog, to kennel. I cannot sleep, naughty dog; to kennel!" The dog yelped a recognition and was silent for a few minutes, then whined as If asking for company. “Yes! dear old Gellert. I Ilk© to go down to you, but I must not." and she withdrew from the window closing ft and walking to ward a large old-fashioned sofa, where some wraps lay she took up a shawl and moved noiselessly back. “What are you doing Madeline?” asked a childish, querulous voice from a little bed in a corner of the large, low room. "I cannot sleep when you walk about! Do put out the light. "Yes! I am going to cover up the win dow, Dolly," and the speaker paused In the full, silvery stream of moonlight, a slight girl looking taller than she really was In her long straight white night gown, her loose sleeves falling back as she held up the shawl showing snowy, rounded arms—a rare but exquisite beauty. Her face, which was rather short but del icately oval, was lit up by a pair of eyes dark but not black, and smiling in har mony with her red, parted lips, as she looked lovingly toward tho speaker. Hav ing pinned the shawl to a couple of hooks at either side of the casement she went over to the little bed. for there was suffi cient light still to show tho larger ob jects in the room, "are you warm enougn, dear?" she asked. "Oh, yes! It is not cold tonight, are you reading still?” “Oh, no, Dolly! It Is quite the middle ot night. Gellert roused me with his baying. Now go to sleep, dear, I am going back to bed.” 4 A small pair of arms emerged from the t>ed clothes and were thrown round Made leine’s neck. “Kiss me good ntght.” “God bless you, my sweet!” and hav ing tucked up her little roommate, Mad eleine kissed her tenderly and returned to her own bed, but not to sleep. First she lay listening to the profound and solemn silence which seemed an em bodiment of the vast solitude which sur rounded their abode. It was little more than a year and a half since she had left tho thickly peopled neighborhood of London and the terror of her present isolation had not yet worn off. Madeleine was physically a coward, and quite un aware that deep down in her scarcely developed nature lay a vein of undiscov ered gold, rich with wondrous possibili ties, among them the courage which comes from high-toned will and spiritual conviction. At this period of her young existence she was depressed by a sense of her own Inslgnficance, ner valueless ness in the eyes of all with whom she was in any way connected. Her only protector was her half broth er, Jon Erie, a man quite old enough to be her father—lndeed she had never known any other—and he was a stern, si lent representative. She thought little of such things till she was suddenly uprooted from her childnood's home and plunged into that miniature world, a school. Then vague hints dropped here and there respecting the extreme good ness and generosity of Mr. Erie, her schoolmistress’ exhortations to diligence and attention in order to prove her grat itude to her excellent brother suggested that she was entirely dependent upon a relative who was in no way bound to support her. Unfortunately John Erie was naturally taciturn and undemonstra tive; moreover, he had never forgiven his father’s marriage or ceased to dislike his late stepmother. Though too just to deny his half-sister a shelter in her fa ther’s house, he was not generous enough to forgive her existence. When, after two or three years of happy married life and the birth of twins —son and daughter—troubles came thick ly upon him; John Erie grew almost ino rose and Madeleine grew quite ashamed of herself for living on. Then an open ing offered .or the wldowca, ruined man in the rich lands of south Africa and the clouds lifted somewhat; finally ho was able to call his children nome to his new count! from the school, where, through the help of friends and relatives he was able to keep them. To Madeleine, who had tor some time earned board and lodging as junior teacher in a large school, he sent his commands to return to his care, but though ho told her she would be welcome, lie auued that he hoped she would be able to make herself useful, a hope. Madeleine thought, which implied a doubt. Fortunately, Dolly and Jim, who became her pupils, became her dearest friends, and with them she knew some happy hours. So she lay and mused, feeling more and more wide-awake as her brain worked more intensely. Whj’ did her brother ex clude her from his heart, from his knowl edge? He knew nothing about her, and he did not wish to know. Why, he had kinder words for Gellert and the sporting dogs that ran at his heel than tor her. She had often tried to talk to him, to draw him to her by touching little wiles, but he was simply unapproachable. For the hundredth time Madeleine told h« r self it w is all in vain—that she would never try again. "I can be of use to Jim and Dolly, though," she thought, "and 1 will stay here till they are sent to school. Then 1 will go. too. 1 will earn my own bread, even if I have to go into a shop, or as a servant. Happiness will come to me some time. Life is so wide and deep and love ly there must be good in it even for me! Oh. how far away 1 am from my dear, good, wise Miss Price. When shall 1 see her again?” This was the head governess umier whom Madeleine had worked for nearly three years, and to whom she was deeply grateful. Then her tiioughts flew away to <hs question of dress, a very troublesome one. At present Madeline was the proud possessor of two sovereigns and a half—the gift of a well-ofi sister far away, and she needed a new dress. "I heard brother John say that some trading traveler would be coming past hero soon, perhaps be will have some stuff that would do. It must be thin, tor sutpmer is coming on. oh, Gellert, you are too t’resome! I shall never get to sleep.” But she did not know how tired she was, ami even as she said this, unconsciousness began to steal over her. Daylight tilled the chamber when she awoke again. (To Be Continued.) The Modern Mother Has-found that her little ones are im proved more by the pleasant Syrup of Bigs, when in need of the laxative effect of a gentle remedy than by any other. Children enjoy it. and it benefits them. The true remedy. Syrup of Figs, is man ufactured by the California Fig Syrup Co., only. ♦ Virginia’s “Jim Crow’’ Cars. Richmond, Va.. July 2.—What is known as tho “Jim Crow" car law, providing for the separation of whites ami blacks on railway trains, went into op<>ration In this state yesterday, and so far seems to be working smoothly. No trouble is re p< rted on any of the lines centering in this city. A New Cure For Cancer. Dr. Hathaway’s New Serum and Anti septic Treatment for Cancer and other malignant growths < ures al! forms of these dangerous diseases without the knife or any operation. Eight years of success and the verdict of the whole med ical profession have demonstrated this. Write for his new book on “Cancer and Its Cure.” J. Newton Hathaway, M. D., S-'zi E South Broad street. Atlanta. Ga. GURtS All IweTaiLS. Best Cough Syrup. Tastes Uoud. Use EdOO (Written for The Weekly Const 1 tut 17n) How fast the earth is shrinking. How far away was China when we old men vere boys. It took a three-years cruise around the world to find It, and even then cur merchantmen ••a’y touched at the ports and learned but little of the vast unknown Interior. Her Immense domain was set down at five and one-half millions of square miles, being one-tenth of the habitable globe and nearly twice the area of the whole Unites States. Her popu lation was in 1850 500.000,000 and is now probably 600.000,000. Her government for at least 3,000 years hes been ore of rev olutions. internal broils and changes of dyrasty, but it has stood and still stands and no doubt will continue to stand. Travelers tell us that the stagnation and Ignorance that has long been charged upon China does not ixlst; that they are an Industrious peace-loving people, and all their troubles come from outsiders. I was ruminating about this China busi ness and the war over there and the cable dispatch *s that come in a day. for we had an old-time district school in our town last nijht and cld Mother Felton and myself were the two youngest schol ars. She had on a draw-string frock and a pair of pantaletts and was sucking a stick of molasses candy, and I had <»n a shirt and one gallus and a pair of breeches that come down nearly to the top of my blue nome-made socks. She was Becky and I was Bill. We belonged to the Infant class and had to stand up and spell "ba” and “bee” and “bo. Becky cried because she couldn’t spell “ax” and had to go foot. I consolated her all I could. Kirby Anderson was the sn allest boy in schcol and the largest dur.ce. He was in geography and said China was as big as Bartow county, and that’s how I come to ruminate about China. All that I ever learned about China in my geography was that Pekin was its capital and the people were all heathen and eat rats, and there was a great wall around the entire country. Our Icok m akers ought to have known better, for Marco Polo hi d traveled all over that country and livad there for twenty-four years and was made governor of a large province, and he says he never mingled with a better people. Confucius gave them laws 2.J0) years ago that they still revereuce and obey. Families are faith ful to each other and children are taught to otey their parents as long as they live. Confucius had such reverence for his mother that he mourned for her for three yeers when she -lied. How many sons do that in this Christian country. Os course they have some race traits and customs that seem very bad to us, but they are not malicious nor selfish nor are they re vet, geful unless wrought up to It ty bad treatment Our Christian people massa cred tOO of them out west a few years ago for no crime but because they were in tho way and wanted work and accepted it at less wages Who ever saw a more harmless. Industrious people than those scattered Chinamen who are found in al most every tow i and village in this coun try. For thirty ysars I have observed them in my travels from Virginia to Texas and never heard a complaint. Bet ting and gambling is a national amuse ment, but it Is on a limited scale and makes nobody rich or poor. It doesn’t compare, with our stock gambling or high rolling on steamboats or Kentucky poker amt ng the bloods. I never saw General John C. Breckinridge but once, and that was at a faro bank in Richmond during the war. Colonel Towers took me in thtre to show me hqw the thing was done and to our surprise Breckinridge was doing it. But the great crime against China was the introduction of opium from India by the English. This began in 1810. and in 152.8 had gotten up to 7.000 chests. In vain and in vain did the emperor and his counsellors protest and plead. They saw that the opium habit was spreading and ru'r.ing their people. In 1838 It had in creased to 24.0v0 chests, and Its importa tion was stopped by force of arms—and 21.000 chests were seized and destroyed. This brought on a war and the Chinese g< vet nment had to pay J21,Wj0,000 for the opium destroyed, for its value was SI,OOO a chest. Then a treaty was patched up tind the opium business increased to 74,- W 0 chests in 1860. I wonder what it is new. But the English merchants now pay a duty, but ’hat amounts to sev etal millions of dollars annually. M'hat will not Johnny Bull do for money? No vv< nder Chinamen have a suspicion of all f< reigr.ers and a contempt for our mls si< r.aries. The Chinese'authorities passed a law against eating opium anti gave It a death penalty, but it was smuggled in all the same and they' declared that not even Buddha could stop It. Now as to that great Buddha, my read ing tells me that the common people do not express any great adoration for him r.or faith in him?. As Dr. Johnson re marked to Boswell, “it is necessary for every nation to have some religion, whether they understand It or not,” and hence the superstition of the Chinese has taken hold of Bildha as the best they can do. But this unknown God has failed them so often in great emergencies they have no unwavering faith in him. 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It is possible for yon to make SISO best i~ ~ ■ commission and what you may secure on your guesses In the cotton crop contest Co-ni \ race and help us to help yourself. ,n, ° ; THE ATLANTA CONSTITUTION, Atlanta, Ga. yet there are over 1,000,00) priests In th* empire who make a beggarly living out of Budohalsm. Bui-lha has given them a little god for everything. Everything that concerns their temporal welfare; nothing for the heart or the Immortal scul Thev do not believe In either. The** say that there is no future life, but if > there is then good conduct In this life I will ensure safety tn that. If the rice wants rain, they appeal to the god of rain. If the drought continues long, they drag the little rain god out on his wheels and let him stand in the burning sun until It does rain. They want him to see and feel how hot It Is. If the rain comes I too much and lasts too long and the rice Is sprouting In the fl'Ms they get their sculrt guns and drench the rain god every day until he stops tho pour down. eight to have had him over here this June and put our Chinamen to work on him. But tho govornment—the government of 60*.’,(*10,000 of people does not cost half as n uch as ours, with about 80,000.000. The per capita tax is about 75 cents, and al! taxes are paid !n rice. China has no bended debt. No revenue from whisky or wine, for none is distilled or drank. Ncthing is in her way of peace and con tentment save foreigners and opium. I do not know what is the salary of the emperor or empress, but all salaries are small. Tho prince who Is to succeed the emperor gets only $16,000 per annum. Then there are thousands and thousands of officials In every province, from the gov ernor down, but their pay Is small. A scldler In the standing army gets but $1 per month. That army is compos'd of about 1.000.000 of men. The emperor has no arbitrary power. He must conform to the laws and must advise with his cab.- ' net, and behind all is the great beard i of control that represents the pccple a:. 1 I is made up of two or more learned an 1 good men trim every pr>Wince. Tb beard does not act often or on trifles, but when any great emergency crises th y meet at Pekin and their word controls the emperor and everybody else. That i is not a bad government. Is It? The em | I'eror is entitled to an impress and two ' other wives, who are called queens. If i the empress leaves no son then a son of a queen is taken, but nobody knows which son until the emperor dies, for ’ Confucius said that If the young man i knew that he was chosen It might make I him arrogant. | Another peculiar and democratic pro- I vision of the constitution is that the no bility shall not always be nobility. Ev ery generation Is reduced in rank and power down to the seventh, and then th- : become as the common people. This keeps the nobility on the down grade and keeps the government from being overrun by a pampered aristocracy. That's good. ; Yes. It Is better than the English law of prlmo-genlture. which gives all rank and i the heme estate to the eldest son" and ! tells the others to go to grass. I saw ! a number of the grass fellows In Florida. I On the whole, I like the Chinese gov- I ernment and I have respect for the peo ple. Bret Harte wrote : "That for ways that are dark And tricks that are vain, The heathen Chine is peculiar.” Yes. I expect Bret was trying to wta I their money and they won his. i This is enough of geography. I have i written It for Kirby Anderson and Bert | Morgan and their rort. Paul Akin called | our little grandchild to come out on the | verandah and kisa him goodnight. She ■ had put on her night gown and said to her mother: “Mamma, Paul doesn’t know ' any better, does he?" There are a good n any big school boys who know no mvro i about China than Kirby. BILL ARP. I That Tired Feeling caused by the de i pressing effects of changing season and. the debilitated condition of the body is overcome by Hood's Sarsaparilla, the best blood purifier and strength giver kt own, CRARAPPLE BLOSSOMS. In Retrospect. Sweetheart, when the apple blossoms. Bending low. Fill the airs of May with fragrance. As they used to. lung ago. Then your face, still unforgotten. In the lapse of years, | Comes again in haunting fancy. • Dimly seen through tears. ’Neath the ripening suns of many sum mers. Since the days of old. Have the emerald tints of springtime. Changed to autumn's gold. But the memory of beauty. Such as yours. Through the passing of the seasons. Still endures. Though the chains of life have bound me, With Its lessons—learned too well. Guardian thoughts will still surround me. Sweetheart, hail! farewell! —G. W. BISHOP. Bloomington. 111.