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The Morgan Monitor.
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! i >. CONTENTMENT. '
Merry Happy, the face ’neath the tattered
AVhat matters eyes matching tho ribbons on it ;
With her sunny hair, for a golden crown,
She’s the richest queen in all the land—
AVith her happy face under the bonnet.
Her kingdom, tho billowy meadows fair;
Her subjects, the birds and butterflies
Her wine, the dew in the floweret’s cup,
Which she «raffs with glee, ere the sun is
She’s the proudest queen in all the land,
With her winsome face under the
She cares not for fashion, cares not
She knows fame; •
not sorrow—to her, but a
She wears bright jewels, the wild
sweet,
And they lift their heads, her smile to
She’s the happiest queen in all the land,
’Neath her oid and faded bonnet.
To those who are blest with wealth
Comes not such joy as her life doth hold;
They think they are happy—how little
feel
The sweet content her eyes reveal;
We may find, if we search through fall
! land,
A queen ’neath a tattered bonnet.
—Good Housekeeping.
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MARIONS MISTAKE.
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BY JENNY WREN.
UCH a
i^§|i|sdt|si^^k> V wooing of Nelson was Ellis.
ISBSPp Perhaps its
'■OstSg J|] Strangeness
J M a r i o n
?W =3 nolds into
sent-. She
been so
tomed to see men at her feet—to
them smile at her bidding and
her slightest whim, that there was
singular fascination in knowing
momentary caprices had no power
sway the current of one mat’s will,
that what he thought right he held to,
even should it subject him to her
pleasure. His wooing had not
very demonstrative. In a few simple,
straightforward words, he told her
his love, and asked her to he his wife,
but when she had as quietly
him in silent wonderment at her
submission, he drew her to him
pressed a single kiss upon her
head, and for one moment, as she
in his arms, a look came into his
as of a man who has won a grand race,
whose triumph ail the world
exult in. Women smiled when the
gagement was announced. A
ous rival was removed from their
way. Men frowned. Who was this
man who had outstripped them in the
ranks ? They had not even recognized
him as a competitor, and, lo! he
borne away the prize. But of all this
outward conjecture the lovers heeded
little. Once Neison said to her, as he
bade her good-night after returning
from an evening of dissipation at some
fashionable ball:
“I shall be so glad, Marion, when all
this is over, when society will be con¬
tent to let us drop from its roll, and
retire into our own quiet homje life.”
“Oh, but Nelson,” she answered,
“society is not going to give us up
simply because we are married. I ex¬
pect to make quite a sensation, I as¬
sure you, as Mrs. Ellis.”
“A sensation! My wife a sensation?
I trust not. Wives, Marion, have
other duties, which I hope the girl I
love will find greater pleasures than
auy society can offer. I am not a
jealous man, Marion—at least not con¬
sciously so; but to see you as I have
seen you to-night, giving your smiles,
your glauces to other men, has shown
me how little I could tolerate in a
wife. But I will atone for all you
give up, dear, by devoting my life to
you, and making your happiness my
own. ”
It was hours after he left her before
Marion fell asleep. She could have
yielded society with all its glare and
glitter without a pang, but what he had
said had grated on her. He had asked,
not as a something yielded for his
sake, but taken it as a simple matter
of course. He seemed to ignore that
it might to her be sacrifice to yield
that which had really given her keen
enjoyment. Suppose tire light- in the
crowded ball-rooms was artificial, it
was none the less pleasant to her
young eyes; if the whispered nothings
in her ears were subtle flatteries, they
were so delicately veiled that they fell
softly and jarred not. It had grown
part of her life, and simply because
her life was to he merged with his
must she leave behind her all the pleas¬
ant follies of her youth?
When he next met her Nelson missed
something. Her greeting had lost
none of its warmth, her smile none of
its sweetness, but there was now and
then an absent look in her eyes which
haunted him long after he had left
her.
It was at this time that Allen Fane
■ came upon the scene. He and Marion
had been friends when children. He
had carried w r ith him all these years
the pictured memory of her face, and
when he returned to find its radiant
beauty all undimmed, the first glad¬
ness was met with the absolute shook
of finding another its possessor. He
had not been conscious of liis dreams
until he was rudely awakened from
them, as one walking peacefully in his
sleep upon an unguarded parapet, sud¬
denly is aroused to a sense of his great
danger. Marion met him with a
warmth which brought a ray of hope
into the darkness. He might yet re¬
trieve his late return, and, subtly,
quietly, hi laid the snares which were
to el/ p her feet.
“I suppose it would be hard enough
to give you tsj», Marion, to'any one,”
\
he said to her one evening when her
lover was absent. “Notwithstanding
my own love is hopeless, I cannot make
a secret of its existence to you. I
could not hide it, if I would, but to
sfee you give yourself to a man who
prizes your who loveliness only as a Turk
his slave, will possess it only that
he may hide it from the world, who
will doom your young life to be spent
only for his own selfish ends, is intol¬
erable to me.’*
“You do Mr. Ellis great injustice,
Allen. But even did I think him so
selfish as you portray him, I certainly
would not discuss his faults with any
one so long as I looked upon him as
my promised husband.”
But when again and again her be¬
trothed urged her to appoint a day
when Fane’s he might call her really his, Allen
words came to her mind.
Linked to her own unexpressed
thought which had rankled so long and
sowed the first seed of doubt, she
shrank at the idea of taking the step
from which there was no withdrawal.
“Why are you so anxious, Nelson?”
she at last said to him. “Think of the
long years we are to spend together.
Absolutely it is appalling. You will
get tired of mo soon enough.”
“Tired of you, darling! Does one
tire of the sunlight or voluntarily seek
the shadow? It seems to me since I
have met you that I have only for the
first time realized what great boon
life may prove. I have waited long
and patiently, dear. Give me the
promise I ask to-night. Let the June
roses blossom for my bride, anu the
robin’s song echo our happiness.”
‘ ‘YVhere shall we spend the summer,
Nelson?”
“I have chosen a little cottage far
away from the noise and hustle of the
world. It is perfect in its every ap¬
pointment, and we can spend the long
summer days in forgetfulness that
there exists the seething, surging cur¬
rent of human life, from which we have
so separated our own. Do you won¬
der I am impatient, dear?”
“Oh, hut, Nelson, I hate cottage
life, and I am sure our society would
become mutually unbearable in such
monotony.”
“What do you meau, Marion?” and
Nelson Ellis’s lips grew white. “Do,
you, who have promised to spend your
whole life with me, talk of it already
as beyond forbearance? Is this the
fond picture I have painted of my
home? Pause, Marion. Think while
yet on the threshold. If your life is
mine, it belongs not to the world. If
it is the world’s, then in it I have no
claim. I offer you, darling, all I have.
I ask of you only yourself, but I ask it
as a free boon aud one which-is placed
willingly in my keeping. You must
decide, Marion, for yourself. I had
hoped your decision long since irrevo¬
cable, but once more I place the choice
in your hands. ”
“You say you ask of me only my¬
self. Is it not all I have to give? I
cannot give up the world to lead the
life of a’ recluse, even though you so
selfishly make the demaud. One
would suppose I was a child to be dic¬
tated to at will. It has all been a mis¬
take, Mr. Ellis, and we may truly con¬
gratulate ourselves that our eyes have
been opened in time to redeem an
otherwise fatal error. We part as
friends, I hope?”
“Friends? Who has been at work?
Whose hand may I thank for having
laid this network of worldliness and
suspicion in the mind of a girl, who,
a few short months ago, harbored no
such thought? You could not trust
me, then, with your beauty. You
feared I would guard it beyond the
reach of other eyes. True, I might
have held it as a sacred shrine, but its
bloom, its radiance would have been
undimmed till death robbed me of
both. You give me up, then? So be
it. Go back to your world! Glory in
it; revel in it, aud teach men the les¬
son you have given me, that the
brighter the eye, the fairer the cheek,
the falser the heart. Good evening,
Miss Reynolds,” and, with a low bow,
Nelson Ellis went out from the light
into the shadow.
Marion stood as in a stupor. She
had spoken her own thoughts for the
first time, for the first time expressed
the feeling which so long had rankled.
How cold, how heartless and worldly
it had sounded even to her ears. What
was the selfishness of which she had
accused her lover but the reflex of her
ow n? Had the world really grown so
dear to her that she could not yield it
even in the first flush of wifehood
by a husband’s side? How inviting
picture had been? She had not
meant what she had said. She
not dreamed Nelson would so ac¬
her at her word, and wordless de¬
was in the beautiful eyes, as the
tears -welled up and dropped one
one faster and faster, until she
her head -in her hands and
as a child.
But there was one who heard of tho
engagement with keen exul¬
and a suppressed look of tri¬
was on Allen Fane’s face when
he saw the woman he had deter¬
to win for his own.
“You did splendidly, Marion,” he
to her. “Have I not told you from
first how selfish ho was, oven in
love,that he never appreciated you?
now, darling, that you are free to
won and I to woo, will you not let
prove that a man may he generous?
could have given you up to any other
f thought your happiness was at
hut not to one I read so well. ”
“Hush, Allen, hush! It seems to me
to listen to such words. If
were selfish, then is such selfishness
You call it splendid to show
man who has placed liis whole noble
at a woman’s feet how frivolous,
and beneath him is that for
he sues. I have thrown away
highest prize life’s lottery will ever
me. I have listened to the subtle
words which have first borne seeds of i
distrust—hut now that all is over, and !
I have with my own hand plucked the |
POPULATION AND DRAINAGE.
MORGAN, GA.. FRIDAY, JUNE 11. 1801.
ufibiossomed fruit, I can at least do
him justice, and tell you my heart ia
his, his only, though he may never
know it.”
Baffled only for the moment, Allen
determined to let time work its cure,
and sooner or later achieve the end on
which his mind was bent.
It whs a great benefit. The opera
house was crowded, and many turned
ere the curtain raised to look at the last
newcomers, who had just entered their
box. None who looked on that fair
young girl dreamed that she bore be¬
neath that outward show a heart sad¬
dened and weary, to which were ever
added the pangs of remorse. Allen
Fane is by her side to-night, hopeful,
exultaut as of old. For six months he
has played his role without faltering.
Soon he must meet his reward. The
curtain rises and falls to rise again,
The house is enthusiastic. Flowers
fall like rain upon the stage. But when
the evening is but half over and the
strains of the lovely songstress seem to
rise sweeter and clearer every mo¬
ment, a tongue of flame leaps out from
behind the scenes. The song dies on
her lips, tumult gives place to raptur¬
ous silence, and on the air is borne the
cry of “Fire!”
Men act like madmen, women faint
and are trampled to death by the crowd.
Pale but silent, Marion turns to the
man at her side. He is no longer there.
Save her he could not, but for himself
lay one desperate chance, which he
seized as a drowning man a straw. She
was alone—alone who and helpless,deserted
by him had told her of that other’s
selfishness.
“Keep calm, Marion. Our only
hope lies in decided action without ex¬
citement. I will save you or die with
you,” whispered a voice in her ear,
and turning she saw the man who had
fought his way not to life and air, but
to her side to bear her with him into
safety or share her peril.
“I am not worthy, Nelson. Save
yourself, and when you, think of me,
remember that my folly was for the
moment, that I have met its just re¬
ward, for I loved you through it all.”
“Hush, darling, hush—even though
your words nerve me to fresh courage.
Marion, will it be my wife with whom
I live or die?” ,
“Your wife, if you will take her, Nel¬
son. Happier to meet death at your
side than live apart from you. ”
But death was not to have his prey.
And, though Nelson bears on his hand¬
some brow a cruel scar, in his wife’s
loving eyes it is new beauty, since it
ever tells her of the noble struggle
which gave her life and happiness—a
life which met its rich fulfillment when
crowned by Nelson Ellis’s love.-—The
Ledger.
WISE WORDS.
Only in a world of sincere men is
unity possible, and there, in the long
run, it is as good as certain.
Man is like a plant, which requires
a favorable soil for the full expansion
of its natural or innate powers.
What men want is not talent, it is
purpose; in other words, not the pow¬
er to achieve, but the will to labor.
Drudgery is as necessary to call out
the treasures of the mind as harrow¬
ing and planting those of tho earth.
If we would be happy, we should
open our ears when among the good
and shut them when among the bad.
Generosity, to deserve the name,
comprises the desire and the effort to
benefit others, without reference to
self.
Men are so constituted that every¬
body undertakes what he sees another
successful in, whether he has aptitude
for it or not.
If you have built castles in the air,
your work need not he lost: that is
where they should be. Now put foun¬
dations under them.
Every day is a little life, and our
whole life is but a day repeated.
Those therefore that dare lose a day
are dangerously prodigal.
There can be no social beauty, where
disorder prevails, no national beauty
where law is set at naught, no beauty
of life where the true ends of life are
disregarded.
Character is measured by the dis¬
tance traveled from the starting point,
and everything depends upon whether
the progress has been up stream or
down.
Bethink thee of something that thou
oughtest to do, and go and do it, if it
be but the sweeping of a room or the
preparing of a meal or a visit to a
friend. Heed not thy feelings: do thy
work.
Politeness is a kind of ansesthetic
which envelops the asperities of our
character so that other people be not
wounded by them. We should never
he without it, even when we contend
with the rude.
Some say that tile age of chivalry is
past. The age of chivalry is never-
past so long as there is a wrong left
unredressed on earth, or a man or a
woman left to say, “I will redress that
wrong, or spend my life in the at¬
tempt. ”
xviiy Some Trees Die.
Because they Rre allowed to lie
around in the sun and wind until their
rootlets aro all dried up. Then they
are planted like a post in a sod, with
no chance for their roots to expand,
with no chance for air or food, for tho
grass gets i£ all. Many trees die foe-
cause the cattle persistently eat off
their tops. The young orchard is not
a good place for cattle. Many trees
die for want of a little food. Others
are choked to death with grain crops,
Plant lice suck the sap out of some,
and they give up the struggle and die.
Mice and rabbits girdle some, and they
perish. Borers in the trunk near the
ground kill many. A young tree is
like a child. It needs some care.—G.
G, Groff, in New York Tribune.
IMMENSE SR EET IRON TUBS CRASH
THROUGH FIVE STORIES.
TWO MEN BURIED IN THE RUINS.
The Building, Which Was a New One,
Was Almost ltcady For Occupancy.
Thirteen Workmen Escape.
Five enormous tanks, each contain¬
ing 13,000 gallons of water, fell five
stories through the new building of
David S. Brown & Co., soap manufac¬
turers, at Twelfth avenue, Fifty-first
and Fils” -second streets, New York,
Thursday morning, burying two men
under thousands of tons of debris.
The body of William Frazer, forty
years old, a surveyor in the employ of
the Otis Elevator Company, was taken
from the ruins sometime afterwards.
Jacob Jacobson, a carpenter is mis¬
sing.
The place was nearly ready for oeou-
pancy. The tanks were to have con-
.tabled soap fat. They were put in by
tho Cotes Iron Works, of Cotesville,
Penn.
Alexander Brown, the brick con¬
tractor; Henry F. Kilburn, the archi¬
tect, and Hamilton, inspector for the
iron works contractors, were arrested
charged with homicide.
The five tanks shot through the five
floors like a stone dropping through
so much space. There were fifteen
men in the building at the time of the
accident. They we’re scattered around
the factory. There was not a second’s
warning of the fall of the tanks. They
had been filling with water for testing
and were nearly full.
The tanks were eaeh 13x13 feet
square by 20 feet in beigbt. They
were made of sheet iron and were a
quarter of an inch thick. To prevent
the water from bulging their sides,
stout iron bands had been placed in¬
side of each tank.
The fall of the tanks carrying with
them five floors of iron and woodwork
was heard for several blocks around.
At the fall of the tanks they carried
down iron girders and beams a foot in
width and four inches in thickness,
snapping them as if they were pipe
stems. There was no stopping, as
they struck the floors in succession, so
enormous was the weight of the tanks.
All the men wholiad been inside the
building were got together and count¬
ed. It was found that two were miss¬
ing. They were Jacobson and Frazer.
A wrecking firm undertook the re¬
moval of the debris. At 4 o’clock Fra¬
zer’s body was partially uncovered and
three hours later it was taken out.
Coroner Fitzpatrick said that it was
probably the bulging of the tanks
which had caused the dislodgement of
the walls and caused the fall of tho
tanks and floors.
A SENSATIONAL PRAYER
Offered Up By Chaplain in the Illinois
State Legislature.
The chaplain of the Illinois house of
representatives, Rev. David G. Brad¬
ley, opened the session of the state
legislature Thursday with the follow-
in prayer:
‘Almighty God, we seek Thy pres¬
ence and blessing at the beginning of
another day’s diligent labor. Help
us, pray Thee, in the discharge of this
day’s duties. Help these men to re¬
member tlie poor, tax-burdened people
of this great state.
Contract, we pray Thee, tho capa¬
cious maw of penal reformatory, char¬
itable and educational institutions of
Illinois. May they learn to be con¬
tent with less money and may we re-’
fuse to worship a golden calf, refuse
also to worship gold in any other form.
Forbid that any foreigner visiting our
shores shall ever again have occasion
to write:
“Money, money, is all their cry;
Money’s tho total sum.
Give us money or else wo die;
Oh, let the money come.”
“And we will give Thee praise.”
The prayer created a sensation and
was greeted with enthusiastic applause.
Missouri Congressional Election.
The election in the first Missouri
district for a sudeessor to Congress¬
man Giles, deceased, resulted in fayor
of J. T. Lloyd, demoerrt, by a plural¬
ity of 5,510 over Clark, republican.
OFFICERS WERE GAMBLING.
An Alderman and Two Policemen Were
C.'auglit In tlie Bald.
A sensation in the police department
of Chattanooga has leaked out.
Several days ago a gambling house
on Market street was raided by the
police. The only inmates caught were
Ed Spencer, alderman from the Second
ward, and Officers Robert Baird and
f. C. Morgan, of the police force, in
full uniform. The three, together
with n 'veil known gambler,were play¬
ing poker and drinking.
PROTEST MADE RY DURRANT.
A Formal Demand For Beleaae, Claiming
Unjust Imprisonment,
A Ban Francisco dispatch says:
There will be two hundred invita¬
tions issued for tho execution of Dur¬
rant and Warden Halo has fixed 10:30
a. m. as the hour of hanging. Twenty-
five medical men will be permitted to
witness the execution.
Durrant has made a formal demand
for release, claiming to be unjustly
imprisoned. This will be part of the
appeal to the supreme court and is to
cover the point which might tie
made that by failing to protest and
demand his liberty he had tost the
right to complain.
FAURE IS RESERVED.
French President Withholds His Viewl
On Monetary Question.
A Paris special says: It is learned
from an authorized source that the let¬
ters of credence presented to Presi¬
dent Faure by Senator Edward O.
Wolcott, of Colorado, and his col¬
leagues of the United States monetary
commission, designate them as minis¬
ters plenipotentiary to France, Great
Britain and Germany, with the mis¬
sion in concert with the United States
ambassadors to those countries to dis¬
cuss monetary questions and come to
some agreement on bimetallism.
President Faure carefully avoided
making a statement to them at the
audience which he accorded to the
commissioners at the Elysee palace
on Wednesday last, which might he
interpreted as n promise to take any
steps in the matter. Before the com¬
missioners left the palace he invited
them to share his box at the race for
the grand prix de Paris.
No doubt the government of France
is friendly to the American nation,but
nothing tangible will be done beyond
the expressions of sympathy and the
assurance that the matter will be se¬
riously studied.
IN MEMORY OF AMERICANS.
Cuban Sympathizers Hold a Housing;
Meeting In Washington.
A large crowd gathered at the Na¬
tional theater at Washington, D. C.,
Friday night to attend the Cuban
meeting in memory of Americans who
have sacrificed their lives for Cuba.
Speeches were made by representa¬
tives Swanson, of Virginia, and Green,
of Nebraska, and others.
Mr. Green declared that not only
should the belligerency resolution be
passed by congress, but Spain should
be given so many days to take her sol¬
diers from the island.
He made light of the probability of
war with Spain, and said that if she
declared war against tho United States
3,000,000 swords would spring from
their scabbards ready to fight and the
blue and gray would march together
to the music of “Dixie.”
Resolutions were adopted calling for
a prompt recognition of Cuban bellig¬
erency and arraigning all who make
the “honor and glory of the nation
and the demands of the people sub¬
servient to tho interests of the Spanish
bondholders and the sugar trust.”
WHITE FACED DEATH COOLY.
Ascended tlie Scaffold NonclmlentJy Smok¬
ing a Cigarette.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Hen¬
ry White, tho murderer of Police Offi¬
cer William Jackson, cooly descended
into the yard of the Muscogee jail at
Columbus, Ga., Friday to pay the
death penalty for his deed.
The young man was more composed
than any member of the party which
escorted him to the gallows.
Not once did he show the white
feather during the long hours of the
last day of his confinement and at his
death the culmination of liis wonder¬
ful display of nerve was reached. Ho
made no speech—simply bade those
about him “goodby.”
The trap was sprung at 1:32 and at
1:42 White was pronounced dead.
His neck was not broken.
DURRANT HANGING POSTPONED.
Judge Gives Attorneys Permission <o Ap¬
peal From Ills Decision.
A San Francisco special says: Theo¬
dore Durrant will not be hanged ou
next Friday.
His attorneys have gained for him a
new lease of life for four months at
least, and the condemned man made
merry in his cell when he heard the
cheerful news.
He had become resigned to his fate,
when information was received at the
prison that Judge Gilbert, of the
United States circuit court, had grant¬
ed his attorneys permission to appeal
to the United States supremo court
from his order previously made deny¬
ing the application fora writ of habeas
corpus.
UNLOADED THE GUN,
But In Doing Son Young Boy Kills His
Two Sisters.
At Greene, la., the 15-year-old son
of L. Schwartz, while attempting to
unload a gun, discharged the weapon,
killing his two sisters. The bullet
passed-through the neck of one sister
and struck the other sister just above
tho heart.
IRISH HORSE WON DERRY.
Galtee More Heeures For Ills Owner the
Sum of WHO,ODO.
The derby of 1897, derby stakes of
6,000 Epsom, sovereigns, ($30,000) was won
at, England, by Mr. J.Gubbins’
brown colt, Maltoe More.
Thousands of people watched tho
race and interest was more intense,
perhaps, than on former occasions.
This time tho favorite won. Belting
on the Irish-owned horse, Galtee More,
was at odds three to on«.
A DAY OF SPEECHES.
A KeHoliition Panged For the Benefit of
Houtli Carolina.
The seriate had a period of speech-
making Friday and as a result little
progress was made on the tariff bill.
A resolution aiming at u solution of
the South Carolina dispensary muddle,
and for which Mr. Tillman has con-
contended for, was passed. It reads
as follows:
“Resolved, That the committee on the ju¬
diciary be directed to consider and report,
by bill or otherwise, what legislation, If any,
Is necessary to give full effect to the purpose
of the act approved August 8, IHHO, entitled
‘An act to limit the effect of the regulations
of commerce between the several states and
with foreign countries in certain cases.”’
T. P. GREEN, MANAGER.
CYCLES AND CYCLISTS THE SUB¬
JECTS 01 SOLILOQUY.
M ENJOYABLE TRIP TO CAROLINA.
The Philosopher Makes a Swift Journey
Homeward to lie Present at His Help-
moets’s Birthday.
The bicycle lias come to stay—at
least until there is something better.
Prejudice is passing away. I confess
that l had it, hut I am cautious now-a-
days and made no fuss about it. Some¬
how I don’t favor things that I can’t
do myself. I don’t like to ho left be¬
hind. One of our school hoard re¬
fused to vote for our superintendent.
“1 believe he is the best man of all,”
he said, “but he rides a bicycle.” I
was in South Carolina last week and
found them everywhere. There were
eighty-seven registered in the town of
Blackville and nearly half of them
were used by girls and matrons.
It is a beautiful town, as level as a
floor and the streets look like they
have been fore planed and sand¬
papered. The light, sandy surface is
not much in the way of the wheels
and the pretty girls wheel to school
and to the postoffiee and the stores
and go visiting and take their evening
excursions. They ride with grace and
modesty and nobody objects or is sur¬
prised. There is a first-class repair
shop there, where every broken or
damaged part is mended and even
plating in silver and brass is done.
From this skilled mechanic I learned
that it cost a man about $5 a year to
keep his wheel in order and cost, a
woman about $1.60.
“You see,” said he, “the young men
take more risks and ride over the cross-
ties on the railroad track, but the
girls are more prudent and careful.
Oh, no, it does not cost one-tenth as
much to keep a wheel in order as it
does to feed a horse. With careful
nusgee a good wheel ought to last ten
years, but the improvements come so
quick and fast that the old style Soon
becomes a seen -hand and is sold for
half price and a new one bought.
Like the sewing machines, the price
will soon come down as the patents
run out and then a good wheel can he
bought for $30 or $40,”
My next stop was at Bamberg, a live
town on the South Carolina road, and
the first thing that greeted me was a
bicycle dress parade and then a tour¬
nament. Riders and wheels were all
decorated. Some of the men were in
fantastic array; the wheels were
adorned with gay colors of ribbon and
fancy paper. The company was forty
strong and had its officers, who gave
command, “Right wheel, forward
roll, evolute, speed well, round the
bend, wheels ahoy, slow up, dis¬
mount, salute your queen,” etc.
There were some young ladies
in the procession and some men in fe¬
male garh, but it took no Solomon to
divine their sex. Bamberg is an old
town made over, renewed and invigo¬
rated by the wheels and spindles and
looms that hum day and night in a
large cotton mill near by. This mill
has brought good schools and artesian
wells and new hotels and churches
and many beautiful new rcsideuces.
A cotton mill does as much or more
for a town as a pension agency. The
latter pours free money into a commu¬
nity, and free money goes as easy as it
comes, but a mill distributes money
that is earned. I saw more mills at
Orangeburg and that city is on a
boom. More mills are being built—
built from the dividends of the first
mills. The town is stretching out and
putting on city airs. I wish it would
stretch to that Coast Line depot, for
it is an awful long mile for a man of
iny ago to walk and carry a valise. I
was told that a hack would come
for me at half past 5 o’clock,
but as it did not come, I
walked for fear of being left. It was
a little after daybreak by that eastern
time and I had hardly got rested in
the depot before the street car came
rolling down without a passenger.
What an idiot I was, hut nobody told
me how to do and I wouldent have
been left for $1(1. But just think of
it, I left at 6 o’clock and reached At¬
lanta at 12 o’clock—261 miles in six
hours, 43 miles an hour, including
stoppages. eling I This did was the fastest trav¬
over in my life. 4 visited
another town that is just taking on its
second growth. Ht, George is a lovely
little village that has recently been
made a county seat and the people are
proud, very proud. They are prepar¬
ing to build a courthouse and expect
that factories and street cars and Wll-
terworks and gas lights will soon fol¬
low.
“But right now,” said my friend,
“we have a town full of the prettiest
girls in the state.” Yes. His wife is
in Europe and every girl looks sweet
to him. I learned that the town was
named for a clever old settler by the
name of George, but how he came to
be canonized into a saint I did not
learn. 1 met a Howell there—a cousin
of Evan. He is editor, postmaster and
general factotum and a rebel to tho
core. Our own I), li. Freeman of
Gartersvillc,another editor, has proved
his claim to the youngest soldier of
the confederacy, but Howell pushes
him very close, for he ran away when
he was fifteen years old and fought at
Vicksburg and Chickainauga aud then
got into a hospital at Rome aud Dr.
Miller took pity on the beardless sick
boy and cured for him two months at
liis own home and then sent him home
to his mother.
But Ram well, old time-honored
Barnwell, quiet, peaceful Barnwell,
gave mo tin most royal wel-
oome. T1 o'.o good people are not
in a hurry a’> >nt anything except once
a year, and that is on the race track.
They trot around that and talk politics
and discuss Ttllmanism and the <Tis-
pensary on the way. What fine old
gentlemen I met. A riper scholar than
Colonel Simons, a son of William Gil¬
mer Simons, can hardly he found. A
handsome man and a pleasant and
earnest talker. Then there was ex-
GoVernor Haygood—General Hay-
good, the hero of Petersburg. His
solid, massive, benevolent face made
an impression on me that will endure
as long as I endltro. But who would
have, thought of finding there a brother
of Mrs. Lincoln— ])r. Todd, a leading
physician and surgeon, a friend to the
south, a life-long Democrat. He has
domiciled there ever since the war and
commands the respect of that people.
I knew his younger brother, who was
an nuterrifled rebel and was an aide-
de-camp on Joe Johnston's staff. Is it
not singular that all of Mrs. Lincoln's
kindred were loyal to the south during
the struggle? 1 remember that one of
her nieces presented a flag to the Sel¬
ma Guards when they started to Vir¬
ginia. I wonder if Mrs. Lincoln’s kin¬
dred were all traitors and guilty of
treason.
But I am home, again and happy—
not that T was unhappy while away,
but a feeling of rest and repose comes
over me here that l cannot find abroad.
T would never leave home if there was
not a pressure of necessity, and I
count the days and the hours when I
shall return.
There lias been another birthday in
the family and 1 was bound to be here.
, My wife, Mvs. Arp, shall not close her
sixty-fifth year without my presence.
It is is all over now—the morning kiss
and a ten-dollar bill slipped under the
breakfast plate was the best I could do,
and 1 don’t know yet which was most
appreciated. She will spend that
money on somo of the children or
grandchildren. Strange to tell, but it
is true, one of onr neighbors bas tho
same birthday and is the same age
and invited my wife to dine. Of
course she accepted and found there a
goodly company of matrons. There
were nine of them and they were
over 000 years old. No, I don’t
mein that; I mean that the sum of
their several ages was 000. Some of
their ages had to be guessed at, for
they were widows. They talked prin¬
cipally about ante-bellum days and the
times “when niggers was” and alwut
the falling of the stars and when
matches and steel pons and cooking
stoves and kerosene oil first came ami
about the old high swung carriages
their fathers owned and how the stops
folded up in the door and were let
down like a staircase and a little nig .
stood up behind and a big nig set up
before on a dickey and was proud of
belonging to “quality folks.” Their
one of the most ancient of these ma¬
trons said that kind of riding was all
right and ladylike, but ns for her, she
never intended to ride a bicycle, no in¬
deed—not unless they invent a side
saddle arrangement, said another.
It was a goodly company and no
rude man need apply. They discuss¬
ed no gossip and had kind words for
everybody and closed the happy com¬
munion with prayer—a good, humble,!
grateful prayer by one of their number.*
My wife says it was a day to be re¬
membered and slie has invited them
all to meet at our house ou her next
birthday and spend another centennial
Amen and amen, say I, and may the
good Lord take none of them away.—
Bum Arp in Atlanta Constitution.
Fisherman’s Worst Enemy.
There is in New York rivers and
lakes a parasitic fish,the lamprey,which blood of
lives entirely by sucking the vig-
other fishes, attacking oven such
orous fish as the black bass and the
pickerel. Professor Gage of Cornell
University has seen 12,000 of these
lampreys spawning at one time in the
inlet to Cayuga Luke alone. By ac¬
tual count twelve out of every fifteen
bullheads caught in Cayuga Lake and
tributary streamsliave been attacked by
bloodsuckers, and Professor Gage,
who has made a special study of the
lampreys, makes the sober scientific
statement that they actually destroy
more good food fish than all the hooka
and nets of all the legal and illegal
fisherman of New York State. The
lamprey is about the size and has
somewhat the appearance of an eel.
An effort is now being made to obtain
from the State a small appropriation
to see whether the lampreys can be
exterminated by trapping them aa
they go up tho creeks to spawn in the
spring, ns Professor Gage thinks they
can. If so, we may see the day when
fishing with nets may safely be made
legal throughout the State.—Now
York Press.
A Converted Skeptic.
An exchange tells of an old man whc.
would not believe he could hear hi w
wife talk a distance of live miles by a
telephone. His better half was in a
country shop several miles away wherd
there was a telephone, and tho skep T
tic was also in a place where there was
a similar instrument, and on being
told how to operate it he walked bold¬
ly up and snouted: "Hollo, Sarah!”
At that instant, lightning struck tho
telephone and knocked the man down,
and as he scrambled to his feet, ex¬
citedly cried: "That’s Sarah, every
Inch!”
The American Baptist Near Book for
1897, just Issued, gives the following
denominational statistics: Ministers,
27,267; Churches, 40,658; members, 3,-
324,038; Sunday schools, 23,7 87; teachers,
164,431; scholars, 1,590,190; uni versi¬
fies and coilogea, 37 theological semi¬
naries, T. The members of denomina¬
tions which are In harmony with the
Baptists in tho matter of church polity
1 anil immersion number 5,134,378.
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