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The Morgan Monitor. VOL. II. NO. 14. II PER YEAR. That’s just the amount you need, and then-” “Oh, but, Dolly, I couldn’t! Why, what are you thinking of? Explain to a milliner? ABk Mme. La Rue to givo me back the money? I never could in the world! Besides, it would just break my heart to part with it.” “Then go to your father, Madge dear, and tell him.” Oh, but, Dolly, that’s impossible, too ! You see,” flushing a little, “he had to help me out last month. You know I broke Nellie Graham’s gold locket, and it cost so much to get it repaired, I had no idea. Well, I couldn’t pay the bill, so I had to go to papa, and he lectured me so. He is so particular. He said I was care¬ less and extravagant, and if I could not learn to manage better ho would have to stop my allowance altogether, and just give me fifty cents a week for spending money the way ho used to ; and I couldn’t bear that. It would be too humiliating.” “I wish your mother was at homo,” Dolly said, thoughtfully. “So do I,” sighed Madge. “But she i sn >t t and I must have the money. Look here. Dolly, Do you think I could get it if I could screw up my I courage to tell that Katherine up and .-A itTi MS a J&J '■ykwmm m§. wm ll m fm m mr. Leave thy sowing, leave thy spinning! Leave the world and all its sinning. Come and pray! Greet the joyous, radiant morning, Lift your hearts up to the dawning Easter day. ... tar lilies chastely glisten, See! they raise i heir heads and listen, Murmuring, Peace! Listen to the songs of gladness, That through sorrow and through sadness Never cease. Hear that glorious anthem ringing, One clear treble voieo is singing Wondrously: “I know that my Redeemer Jiveth, The love that unto earth He giveth Cannot die!” One long sun-ray brightly beaming, Through the chancel window streaming On his face, Seems to saint the siuger lowly, Seems to bless all in the holy Dim-lit place. reace that puts an end to sorrow, That all heavenly hopes doth borrow, On Easter day; These are guerdons, Christian, giving Blessing, love, and joy in living; Come and pray! —Pcrcival Sleet. AN EASTER THIEF. BY JUDITH SPENCER. ililr H, Dolly, Dolly, I’m in such a mm "TM pickle!” ^)|jj Dolly Merton ;{ looked up and HSl . )m .§/ laughed a little at her friend’s distressed face. “Madge, dear, in pickle. What is it you are always a this time?” Madge Townsend threw herself bock desparingly in fhe big armchair. “This is the worst one yet 1” she sighed. Dolly laid down her embroidery and looked at her inquiringly. “You know I’m tho Treasurer of our ‘Merry Workers’Circle,’” Madgo be¬ gan. “Yes.” “And the money from our dues nnd fines, and the sale of dolls and aprons amounted altogether to fourteen dol¬ lars and seventy-five cents, We’ve been trying to get it up to fifteen dol¬ lars, and we were going to give it for an Easter oficring at church to morrow afternoon.” “Yes ;well?” “Well, it’s gone!” "Gone?” “Yes; gone, and worse yet—stolen ! Not a soul knows yet but you and I, and the thief, of course. "But isn’t it awful, and what shall I do?” “Stolen, Madge? But I don’t uu- derstand who could have stolen it. Where did you keep it?” “Well, I was counting it over only day before yesterday, and I laid it down on my mantel—it was in the Tiffany note-paper box I’ve always kept it in—and then, well, to tell the truth, 1 forgot and left it out there, aud to day when I remembered and went to look for it it was gone. = “But that doesn’t prove S: WHS stolen, Madge.” “Doesn’t it? When nobody has been near my room but Katherine,tho new waitress—I never liked her—aDd she has a sick sister, she pretends, who needs ail kinds of expensive medicines 1 Sifi Hg tik W§>M : K mi mV, mymi - ■; 2 4 * “DOLLY LAID DOWN Him EMBROIDERY.” and things. Of course she stole it.,and I don’t know what to do. Mother is still away, and I really don’t dare ac¬ cuse Katherine to her face. There’s no knowing what she might do, but it’s awful to have such a thief around. And then, Dolly, to-morrow’s Easter. I’m responsible for that money, and how am I going to replace it?” “Your allowance?” suggested Dolly. “But I haven't fifty cents loft. Yon know how money always slips through my fingers. I really meant to do better this month,but Thursday I bought the loveliest new hat for Easter. When I saw Jennie Warren’s I was dying with envy, bat mine is much prettier, and it ought to be—it cost fifteen dollars. Idon’t know what mamma will say, but it’s a beauty.” “Look hero, Madge. Wouldn’t they take it baok again if you explained ? upon quires of pink, glazed paper which showed them off to the best ad¬ vantage. She smothered a sigh as she care¬ fully wrapped them in paper, for they had been a labor of love, and sho had counted so much upon her mother’s and sisters’ pleasure in the surprise she had prepared for thorn, For- tunately, no one was in the secret but her friend and herself; and if by sacrificing them she could get poor, careless Madge out of this serious dif¬ ficulty, ought she not be willing, even glad, to do so? And especially ns during the evening she would have time to embroider initials on a hand¬ kerchief apiece for her mother and sisters, and she could make other centrepieces at some future time. Together the girls went out and down to one of the large fancy-goods shops where they were both unknown. Dolly turned rosy red, as she stated her errand, and flushed still more deeply when the head woman calmly but decidedly freused to buy. The Bame thing occurred again. The afternoon was waning; the girls were in despair. Dolly had a music lesson at half-past four, aud at last there was nothing for her to do but leave Madge with the undisposed of m m ?(©■ w w t % A* s § ’r^ -5V. I* ilfiMw (I "to nt Wt / r W7, 7 fk ( ’) ri EASTER TREASURE. I tilled my house with flowers for Eastar Day, All that the loveliest nnd sweetest bloom; I In every nook some cluster lay, Perfume and beauty gracing every room. k Boses nnd lilies, spicy holiotropo. Carnations, hyacinths and daffodils, Pansies for thoughts of love and ardont liopo, And sweot bluo violets bringing balm for ills. * The flowers wero all for him, my boy, my boy! And I thought gain mayhap ho might from little heaven added look joy, smiling down some ll Seeing his mother's lovo in blossoms shown. Thero was a woman bowed with grief and caro Who-told me, amid tears, how faraway i In father-land hi>r kinsfolk forth would faro To church with hymns nnd flowers on Easter Day. il it Poor homesick soul! I had no flowers to spare, But yot, grief somehow hath eompolling power; I gavo from all my rich abundance there j A small jar with a rod geranium flower. , ll i Even wlillo sho wont with gratoful smile nnd thanks, A neighbor’s My little child came bringing mo j A single lily. flowers stood In ranks ; What could a single added lily bo 1 I took It from her little loving hand, Ami gave the eager upturned faco a kips; ,1 My boy in heaven would soe and understand i How mid bis wealth of flowers came also tills. That night I dreamed of Holds and gardens fair Where light was shining nnd where fountains played, ,1 Where chanting voicos thrilled the fragrant air, And whito-robed peoplo with glad faces strayed. And one thero was. a little • :y apart, My boy, my own, in heavcn f s sweet Enste r hour, Clasping A and with radiant smile upon bis heart lily, a red geranium flowor! 1 —Mary L. B. Branch. that I knew she was a thief, and to have her arrested if sho not put it back on my mantel by morning?” “Oh, no, no, Madge; don’t think of It isn’t a question of courago, but thero might bo some mis¬ “No there isn’t,” Madge said, posi¬ tively ; “and how else am I to get the ?” “Madge, would you mind my tell¬ mamma?” “Oh, Dolly, 1 should die of shame if anyone were to know of it but you. Even the girls must never know what a careless treasurer I am 1” Dolly looked very thoughtful and anxious. Tnis seemed to her the worst Ecrnpe her happy-go-lucky friend had ever got into. Madge was a warm¬ girl, but careless and extrava¬ as her father had said, and Dolly that if she could not suggest some remedy, even worse trouble follow. While Mrs. Townsend away with her sick mother, con¬ Dolly felt that in a way sho be guardian over thoughtless and extricate her from ail her At last her brow cleared. - “Madge, dear.” “Yes, Dolly?” “I think I can help you out,” “Ob, you darling! I knew you 1” “I have five dollars you can take. I was saving it for—but no matter; and then there’s my embroidery. If we only sell those three centre¬ I’ve just finished!” Mudge knew that her friend had been working on them for the past two months, in secret, for Easter gifts for her mother and her two married sisters, and her heart gavo a quick throb of compunction and regret as she realized the extent of Dolly’s gen¬ erosity. “Oh, but, Dolly, would you?” “Yes, dear, on condition that you tell your mother all about it, and ask her advice just tho minuto she gets home.” Madge promised, and Dolly brought from their hiding place the three beautiful centrepieces, whioh had been carefully pressed, and tacked POPULATION AND DRAINAGE. MORGAN, GA., FRIDAY, APRIL 16,1897. counted out the money and banded it to Madgo. With a grateful “thank you” Madge hurried away, stopping just for a mo¬ ment to tell Dolly of her suocess and then speeding onward to her home. [l fi } w Ac;;' •A s ^n “WE—THAT IS I—NEED THE MONEY AT ONCE? SHE FALTERED. ” embroideries and hasten back to bo in timo for her lesson. Meanwhiio, Madgo had been expe¬ riencing a variety of emotions. At first indignation against the new wait¬ ress—the thief—who had mado this disagreeable business necessary, hail been uppermost in her mind. But gradually, as she noted Dolly’s eager interest nnd anxiety to help her and her distress at their lack of success, she began to feel a sort of admiring envy of her unselfish, loyal friend, and a queer sort of indignation against herself and her own carelessness in leaving money for which she was responsible lying around where tho first dishonest person could take it un- perceived. If she was so to blame, surely she ought to bo willing to endure a little humiliation. So, with sudden deter¬ mination, sho started for the fancy- goods shop, which hor mother always, patronized, and where she was well known. The head woman, Mrs. Leo, herself came Madge forward,smiling and bowing when entered. “Good afternoon, Miss Townsend, what can I show you to-day?” “Oh, I’ve not como to buy,” Madge stammered. “I’ve como to show you something. It isn’t my work—it’s a friend’s—but she has let me take it, because—because—mamma is away, and we want to raise some money be¬ fore a certain day, and—and—we oouldn’t tbmk of any other way.” “I see, yes, the embroidery is very prettily done. You want to leave it hero for mo to sell for you on commis¬ sion ?” Madge’s faco flushed still rnoro deeply. “We—that is I—need tho money at once,” sho falterod. “How much do you want?” inquired Mrs, Lee, hor eyebrows lifted in sur¬ prise. “Oh, what must she be thinking of me?” thought Madge. “Niue dollars and seventy-five cents, please,” she murmured, faintiy. And Mrs. Lee, knowing that the work would readily sell for more than that amount, and feeling, too, that it might be poor policy to refuse to oblige the daughter of one of her beat customers, smilingly Her heart was lighter than it had been all day, and yet she felt a strange, unexplainable, underlying burden of regret and shame. To her joyful surprise an upward glance as sho approaohed the house, revealed her mother’s faco at the win¬ dow. “Oh, mamma, mamma dear!” sho cried, as sho threw herself in her mother’s arms, "how 1 havo wantod you and longed for you! Don’t leave mo again. Aud I’ve so much to tell you. You will be sorry and ashamed of me, I know. I havo been so care¬ less, so cowardly, but you ought to know about Katherine at once. It is really dreadful. And Dolly Morton is the dearest, noblest, most generous girl I know.” And then she poured into her mother’s ears the whole story of the stolen money, and how sho had been afraid to accuse tlio thief to hor face, ashamod to go to her father again and tell of hor carolossness and extravagance, and how unhappy she had been until Dolly Merton had so sweetly Mrs. Townsend como forward looked to her roliof. sho listened this very grave as to recital. When Madge had finished she said: “The first thing to do is to buy back Dolly’s embroideries and return them to her at once with the money she gave you. Here is my purse, go back di¬ rectly to Mrs. Lee and pay hor what¬ ever she may ask. The other si do of the matter wo will consider later on. Hurry now, dear, or the shop will be closod before you can got thero.” Mrs. Lee smiled as Madge reap¬ peared breathless before her. “Mamma has just returned,” the young girl said, joyfully, “and she knows all about it and has sent me to buy back tho centrepieces you so kindly bought from me just now.” So Mrs. Leo brought them out and wrapped them up, and refused to take more than she had just paid for them, knowing well that by so doing she was paving the way for generous profits in the future. That evening, right after dinner,and just as Dolly had shut herself in her room and was diligently at work on one of tho haiulkcrchiofs, which wero to take tho place of her pretty vanished centre-pieces on tho morrow, there came a tap at tho door,and thero were the centre-pieces again; and a note from Madge telling how hor mother’s unexpected return enabled her to solid back tho embroideries and the money wit h a thankful heart, at it the assurance that she would never forget hor friend’s sweet kindness. So Madge,asTreasureroftho “Merry Workers,” handed in fourteen dollars and seventy-five conts after the service that Easter afternoon. And sho felt very thankful that everything had turned out so well— for hor sick grandmother was improv¬ ing—her mother was at home again— and Dolly’s willing sacrifice had been unnecessary after all. But still sho was not happy, and strnngoly enough,sho took no pleasure in tho now hat which only yesterday she had thought so fine. It had seemed impossible to part with it thon, though sho had been ready enough to accept Dolly’s far greater sacrifice! Sho half envied Dolly to-day, wearing hor old felt; her money had not been all spent upon herself! And Madgo ponitently resolved to please her fathor by learn¬ ing to spend her allowance more wise¬ ly and less selfishly in tho future, and to keep a certain proportion of it for an “emergency fund” as Dolly had so often laughingly advised. But about another thing sho was still dissatisfied and uncomfortable. Though her mother bad como to her rescue and supplied the missing money, the fact remained unalterod that tho “Merry Workers' ” money had been stolen, aDd the thief was still at largo. Mamma had said,as Dolly had dono: “There may be some mistako. I am not suro that Katherino took tho money.” Madge They woro both very blind, for felt positive that it was so. “What olso could havo become of it?” she had asked herself, conclu¬ sively, again and again. But on Easter Monday morning, as sho was rummaging through her un- A COMING-OUT PARTY, K 0M ,-L & m U its p V 4 v\V si - 7 / 1 '-7 s . I Ml in » ill ■n. tidy closet for a missing glove, she box—a camo suddenly upon a familiar looking Tiffany's note-paper box—with its contents all untouched ! Aud then, in a quick-shamed flash of recollection she saw herself hastily placing it there, out of sight, when sho was oalled downstair? suddenly, several days be¬ fore. And feather-brain that she was, sho had afterward forgotten all about it. Her mother had gone out aud it seemed au age until she returned and Madge could mako a full and completo confession. “Oh, mamma, what hnvo I done?” she cried penitently, “I have ac- cased an iunooent persoD. What amends can I ever make to poor Kath- criuo 1 I have been so wicked, so selfish, so thoughtless, so blind and silly aud extravagant. I can see it all now. I have been learning so many lessons those past few days, and now, this, too 1" Mrs. Townsend laid hor hand ten¬ derly upon her daughter’s bowed head. “They are all comprised in this, my dear: ‘Charity,’ which is the same as love, ‘sufforeth long and is kind ; cn- vieth not, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil. 1 ” “Ah yes, mamma, I understand,and that is Dolly’s way; it must be,” Madge said, thoughtfully. “And be¬ fore next Easter comes around,” she continued, looking up steadfastly into her mother’s eyos, “I will try to make it my way, too.”—Frank Leslio’s Pleasant Hours, Good Friday Superstitions, There are many quaint superstitions attached to Good Friday. From ear¬ liest Creole days the girls in the French quarter have made It a point to rise at break of day and clip tho ends of their hair; the adage runs that such action seoures a beautiful aud glossy growth. But it must bo borno in mind that the clipping must bo dono before daylight. Here are some other superstitions: If you have been unsuccessful in rais¬ ing a plant, put a cutting in tho ground on Good Friday morning; the plant will thrive into graco and beau¬ ty. It is very unlucky to sow or cut out a garment ou Good Friday. The person for whom tho garment is de¬ signed will never live to wear it. If you have a great desire to obtain a particular wish which is your dream by night and day,visit seven churches, praying for your wish, and it will bo granted. Another way of obtaining your desire is to bo in tho ohuroh ex aotly ns tho clocli strikos 3, anil ask your favor. It will bo granted within the week, A Fish llono Diet. .* 'Ll ’'^Ye¬ *'• -v ; ' “I’ll be glad when Lent is over.” An Aesthetic Jack Horner Pie. A new idea will lend interest to a luncheon that is to be given during the Easter holidays by a New York schoolgirl. Tho table will havo ns a centrepiece a nest of excelsior, com¬ pletely covered with smilax, maiden¬ hair l'erns and violets. Within tho nest there aro to ho little Eastor gifts, or, more properly speaking, Easter favors, for the guests. To each of these favors a ribbon of pale violet or green is to he attaohed, and then laid across or along tho table to the place of the guost for whom it is intended, the end boing made into a graceful bow. These ribbons are to be considered as moiely decorative until just beforo the guosts leave tho table, when the flowers aud ferns aro to bo lifted from the top of tho nest, and a light “rein- ing-in" movemont of each ribbon will bring tho gift socured to the other end safely to its destination. It is simply an aesthetic, idoalized Jack Horner pic. A Gentle Easter Reminder, lie bad boon reading au Eastor bon¬ net pleasantry aloud to hor, but sho did not join in his “ha-ha,” He read it over, but sho was silent and unappreciativo as before. Thon he grow a little indignant and exclaimed: “Great Scott, Maria I Haven’t you any sense of humor at all?” “Really,” she replied, “you can’t expect doesn’t anybody understand, to laugh at what ho It has boon so long sinco I’ve scon au Easter bonnet that I honestly don’t feel like assum¬ ing that I know what one is.”—Wash¬ ington Star. One Place Where She Was Not. “This is tho only troublo I ovor got into,” said a oitizen of Arkansas City as his neighbors drew him wet and shivering from a cistern, “that didn’t havo a woman at tho bottom of it.”— Kansas City Journal. T. P. GREEN, MANAGER. lt RANDOM REMARKS ON THE DING. LEY TARIFF BILL. "MUDSILL HAMMOND” IS QUOTED. It AVns Ho Who First Said “Cotton 1* King*’—William Sees a Proph¬ ecy Being Fulfilled. In my last letter I said that I did not, know who first said “cotton is king.” This admission of my igno¬ rance seems to have surprised and »" aliened somo of my Carolina friends and now I know from many sources that ox-Governor Hammond said it in a speech in the United States senate in 1858, during the debate on the admis¬ sion of Kansas. It was a great speech, for he was a great * man. It was a states right speech such as Calliouu might have made, and in it ho said: “No, sir, you dare not make war on cotton—cotton is king. Until lately the bank of England was king, but last fall she tried to put the screws upon our cotton crop and was utterly van¬ quished—cotton is king.” That speech gave much oftenso at the north and won for him the titlo of "Mudsill Hammond,” for in it he said: “In all social systems there must be a class to do tho drudgery of life—a class re¬ quiring but a low order of intellect and but little skill. This class must have vigor, docility and fidelity. Hu oh a class you must have, or you would not have that other and higher class which leads progress, refinement, and civilization. This inferior class con¬ stitutes the very mudsills of society and of government, and you might as well attempt to build a house in the air ns to build except upon the mud¬ sills. Fortunately for the south, she has a race adapted to that purpose. We call thorn slaves—a word discard¬ ed by ears polite—but you have a sim¬ ilar class at the north. Yes, you have it—it is there, it is everywhere, it is eternal.” I remember how the northern press scarified him for his mudsill speech, lmt ho spoke the truth and it is still the truth, and more so for the mudsills are more numerous now in proportion to population. Almost everybody in this region is a mudsill, and if that Dingloy tariff hill becomes a law the masses will all bo mudsills for the privileged and protected classes. The common people of a nation can never prosper under a protective tariff until a ran i can lift himself up by the straps on his boots. Only the protected will prosper and they are but a small class compared with the unprotected. Even Mr. Atkinson, the Boston statesman, says the Dingley hill will prove a bur¬ den on the people aud bring in but little revenue. But T did not intend to branch off on this tariff question, though it is an alarming and serious one to the south¬ ern people, for wo mauufaeture noth¬ ing to speak of. Everything in this room where I am writing came from the north. I have been working in my garden all day with northern tools aud even the wheelbarrow has the stamp of “Grand Rapids" upon it. I didn’t, used to Vie n mudsill, but I am now and my hands are so cramped by digging and forking the ground that I can hardly hold the pen in my lingers. But Senator Hammond did not ltso that word in any invidious sense, lie did not mean to sling mud at anybody. Ho had built a mill on his farm and knew that it was necessury for the mudsill to be sunk deep down below the water and quicksand or olso the floods would wash the mill away. Protection props will not protect the mill unless tho foundation is laid deep and strong, and it is the toil anil sweat of labor that makes our food anil clothing. Labor is the mudsill—tlio foundation of society and government. Extinguish labor for a year or half a year or oven a month and the Goulds and Astors and Vanderbilts would perish. Wo are told that thore is never a week’s supply of food in New York and those millionaires couldn’t ride and wouldn’t walk to the west after it. I am mighty sorry for these rich and helpless people. Just let the trains stop running and the cooks quit cooking and all the butchers and ba¬ kers shops be closed for lack of sup¬ plies and all the horses get out of food what would become of the millionaires in New York city? They would bo as helpless as a painted ship upon a painted ocean. They would be like Mr. Ronss, who says he will give any man a million dollars who will restore his sight. The mudsills must the only not bo dishonored, for they are class who are fulfilling des¬ tiny, for the Lord said to the man, “by the sweat of thy face shall thou eat bread.” Yes, I am a mudsill right now, and if it is u curse it brings a blessing with it. I work hard at manual labor and get all over in a sweat of perspiration, as Cobe says, and I feel proud of my day’s work, and Mrs. Arp gets off hor mutronly dignity and walks out to see what I have dono anil condescends a few re¬ marks of approbation. That satisfies me till next morning, when I work some more before breakfast—work makes mo forget to brood over little troubles and it gives me a good appetite anil my food digests and I sleep better and snore less and don’t cry out with the nightmare. It is a blessed privilege to be a mudsill, a horny-handed son of toil, for it secures good health and brings a man nearer to his Creator, for he was made out of dirt anil unto dirt ho must retnrn. Adam worked in a garden and.so do I. Eve stepped around and smiled on Adam while he toiled and so does Mrs. Arp smile on me. Ho let the tariff roll on. It won’t affect what I raise in my garden, I reckon,—B ill A-ur in Atlanta Constitution. PRESIDENT’S FLOOD MESSAGE Promplly Acted Upon I5y Hohho and Sen- ate—8200,000 Appropriated. The president Wednesday sent the following message to the senate and house of representatives: “Information which has recently come to me from the governors of Arkansas, Mississippi and Louisiana and prom prominent citizens of these states and Tennessee, warrants the conclusion that widespread disaster, involving the destruction of a large amount of property and the loss of human life has resulted from the floods which have submerged that section of the country. They are^ stated on reliable authority to be the most destructive floods that have ever dovasted the Mississippi valley, the water being much higher than the highest stage it has reached before. Hundreds of acres of uncultivated soil aud much growing crops are in¬ cluded in the submerged territory. In this section alone there are 50,000 people whose property has been de¬ stroyed and whose business is totally suspended. Growing crops have been ruined, thousands of cattle have been destroyed and the inhabitants are threatened with starvation. A great majority farmers of the sufferers are small and they have thus been left entirely destitute, and will be unpre¬ pared for work oven after the floods have subsided. “Under such circumstances the citi¬ zens of these states look for co-opera¬ tion and support from the national government in relieving the pressing cases of destitution for food, clothing and shelter, which are beyond the reach of local efforts. The authorities who have communicated with the executive recognize that their first, and most energetic duty is to provide as far as possible within their means for caring for their own citizens, but nearly all of them agree in the opinion that after their resources have been exhausted a sum aggregating at least $150,000 and possibly $200,000 will be required for immediate use. The local authorities have reluctantly confessed their inability to further cope with the distressing situation un¬ aided by relief from the government. «( The citizens’ relief committee, of Memphis, which has taken prompt action, has already cared for from 0,000 to 7,000 refugees from the flood¬ ed districts, and they are still arriving in that city in largo numbers. Sup¬ plies and provisions have been sent to the various points in Arkansas aud Mississippi by this committee, but the most that can be done by these efforts is to partly relieve the most acute suf¬ fering. “It 1ms, therefore, seemed to mo that the people should be promptly in¬ formed of the suffering needs of these stricken people, and 1 have communi¬ cated these facts in the honest belief that the legislative branch of the gov¬ ernment will promptly reinforce the work of the local authorities of the states named. William McKinley. “Executive Mansion, April 7, ’1)7.” The message when read in both houses, was promptly acted upon. Congressman (latchings, of Missis¬ sippi, offered a resolution appropriat¬ ing $200,000 for the relief of the flood sufferers. This resolution was prompt¬ ly passed by the senate and transmit¬ ted to the president who signed it at 1:55 p. m. SIMPSON CREATES A SCENE. II« Denounce Speaker Heed For Refusing: to Name C'ommitteeH. Mr. MimpHon (Pop.) Kansas, created a scene in the house Wednesday by denouncing Speaker Reed for his fail¬ ure to appoint committees and an¬ nouncing that he would oppose all at¬ tempts to legislate by consent until the house was organized. Speaker Reed replied that the house had control of the speaker; reasonable time had always been allowed the speaker for estimating the new mem¬ bers; he had consulted with the new members and he had supposed until now that the feeling of the house was that the committees should not yet be appointed. TWO BROTHERS-IN*LAW KILLED. M ©reliant Mu y«, of Tumpa, .Shoots Will And Mhpvo Hammond. J. H. Mays, a business man of Port Tampa City, Fla., shot and killed Will anil Murve Hammond, his brothers-in- law Wednesday evening. Tho Hammonds have boon employ¬ ed by him, hut recently lie determined to discharge them. Wednesday night the brothers went into May’s storo anil attacked him. WANTS FUNDS FOR THE COURTS. Attorney General McKenna Makes Appeal for an Appropriation. Attorney General McKenna lias written a letter to the senate commit¬ tee on resolutions representing neces¬ sity for an immediate appropriation to moot the expenses of tho spring terms of the federal courts throughout tho country. He says that unless an ap¬ propriation is made the transaction of business will lie seriously embarrassed and tho judges compelled to adjourn court unless the practice, with all its accustomed abuses, of issuing certifii- cates is resorted to. Ho suggests tho passogo of a joint resolution as an emergency measure appropriating $450,000. There wore only 1SS7 natives ot Greeco in the United States in 1890, according to the Federal census, a smaller number than of any other na¬ tionality of which computation was made
