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VOL. I.
THE RED CROSS.
They too have heard the dram-beat,
They follow the bugle’s call,
These who are swift with pity
Oa the Held where bravo men fall.
. When the battle-boom is silent,
And the echoing thunder dies,
They haste to the plain red sodden
With the blood of sacrifice.
The flag that floats above them
Is marked with a crimson sign,
Pledge of a great compassion
And the rifted heart Divine.
That once for man’s redemption
Knew earth's oompletest loss.
These to the field of valor
Bring love’s immortal cross.
And so they follow the bugle,
And heed the drum-beat’s call,
But their errand is one of pity—
They succor the men who fall.
—Harptr’s Bazar.
Oil Giipr’s CMoroform
BY MA.JJTIE L. H0XTEB.
“I guess before the season’s over,”
said Farmer Jones, “I’ll have to slioot
old Ginger; he’s nigh unto twelve
years old and so crippled up that he
ain’t good for shucks.”
Ginger, when he heard his name
mentioned,thumped the floor with his
stumpy tail in lazy recognition; but
when the shooting part came he rose
to a sitting posture and -his battle-
fringed ears pointed “attention.”
Shoot him! Ginger! The dog that
for ten years had barked the rats and
weasles away from the chicken coops
and treed the corn-thieving coons for
the farmer and his jboys? It was in¬
credible! His age-dulled hearing must
have played him false.
“It seems too bad to shoot the poor
jold fellow,” said Mrs. Jones, 4 ( If
there ever was a faithful dog he’s been
one. But he’s so crippled up I sup¬
pose it would be a mercy to put him
out of the way; but if I were you, I’d
chloroform him instead of shooting
him.”
“I expect that would be a better
way to get rid of him,” replied her
husband. “When I go to town in the
morning I’ll get the chloroform and
put him out of his misery tomorrow.”
Ginger got onto his feet with un¬
usual nimbleness and slunk off into a
corner behind the stove, where he
could meditate unseen. Put him out
of his misery indeed! Did Farmer
Jones think because a dog was old and
had a few rheumatic twinges he didn’t
enjoy sleeping on a piece of old car¬
pet beside the warm stove, where he
could blink at people and sniff the
savory diuner odors? Would he want
some one to put him out Jof the way
when he got so old that he couldu’t
chop wood or milk the cows? And
then to be chloroformed! What the
awful thing was he hadn’t the faintest
idea, but he was sure it was some in¬
genious, newfangled way of executing
criminals.
He had heard the children read out of
their histories about the French guillo¬
tine, and Mr. Jones often read aloud
about men being hanged on the gal¬
lows, and electrocuted in a terrible
chair; but chloroform was anew con¬
trivance. He wouldn’t mind so much
going out amid the l^ash and thunder
of a gun, surrounded by the smell and
smoke of powder, as he had seen many
a brave coon and timid rabbit do; but
to leave this pleasant earth by some
awful unknown route—the very
thought sickened him with terror.
He crouched down on the floor too
utterly miserable to notice the chil¬
dren when they romped in, or to sniff
the blue smoke from the fryingpan, as
he usually did, to see whether it was
beefsteak or pork that was on the fire
for supper. When Mrs. Jones gave
him his plate of scraps—and they
were unusually good because it
happened to be chicken hadn’t that she had
been frying—he the heart to
taste them. BIrs. Jones noticed this,
and said:
“Poor old dog! I guess it’s time he
was chloroformed; his teeth have got
so poor that he can’t eat a bite. ”
Thereupon Ginger fell to with such
voracity to vindicate his teeth that he
choked and came near ending his
troubles by the strangulation route,
which caused Mrs. Jones to say:
“Just see, he’s trying to swallow
his food without chewing it. Father,
don’t you forget the .chloroform in the
morning.”
That night as Ginger lay on hjs
piece of carpet in the darkened kitchen
his heart was sore troubled. Only
that night in which to listen to the
tick,tock of the big old wooden clock;
only that night in which to watch,
THE TRIBUNE.
“Don’t Give Up tlxo Slaip.”
BUCHANAN, GA„ FH1DAY, AUGUST 19, 1898.
through the round, mica-covered holes
in the front of the stove, the glowing
embers die down to little specks of
light and then flicker out; only the
coming morning in which to listen for
the first cheep Jof the canary in its
cage over by the east window; only
one noon more to watch for tho chil¬
dren aud to greet them when they
came from school.
Burely he could count on life until
some time in the afternoon; Farmer
Jones always had a little gossiping to
do around the store stove, so it would
be quite noon before he got back
home with that awful thing. Think¬
ing thns, the tears creeping from
under the lids of his bleary old eyes,
sometime after midnight he dozed off
into a troubled sleep. Even then he
was pursued by the threatened disas¬
ter. He dreamed that he saw Mr.
Jones coming into the kitchen cafry-
ing that terrible chloroform in his
arms. It was a fearful affair com¬
posed of ropes and knives and wires.
What should he do? He knew; he
had never turned tail yet,and he never
would; he would fight the thing. He
would' die game as he had seen many
a trapped coon do in the brave old
days. Thereupon the grizzly bristles
along his.spine rose straight up, hi3
lips curled back from his few yellow
teeth, ‘and, growling and barking and
snapping, tire’ he flew at the monster.
“For lahd’S snkes,” said Mrs.
Jones’ voice from the bedroom,
“whatever ails that dog? Get up
quick, father, aud let him out; some¬
thing must be at the chickens."
Before Ginger was fairly awake ho
found himself out in the chill air,
with the farmer’s “Sick ’em! Sick
’em, Ginger!” ringing in his ears. He
shivered and whined for a momeqt;
then all at once a thought struck him.
He’d “sic” himself! He would run
away from the fate which awaited him
on the morrow. Why hadn’t he thought
of that before? Wanned into supple¬
ness by a glow of hope, and barking
for joy, he loped across the yard and
started up the road.
Before he had gone very far he dis¬
covered that something was running
ahead of him. What it was his dim
old eyes could not discern; but evi¬
dently fear of him was the cause of its
flight. The thought that anything on
earth was afraid of him aroused the
old hunting spirit, and ho leaped for¬
ward in eager pursuit. He could feel
that he was gaining oa the fleeting
object; he could hear labored breath¬
ing ahead of him, and was sure that
in the next two or three bounds ho
would fasten his teeth in whatever it
was.
But just then the pursued swerved
to one side and leaped onto a black
object that stood beside the fence.
Ginger heard the hiss of a whip
through the air and a crack ns it
struck; then the thudity-thud of iron-
shod hoofs on the frozen ground. He
had lost his prey, aud somehow he
couldn’t seem to breath—and the
black road was lifting up—and the
stars were coming down—-and—
“See that ear quiver; I believe he’s
alive,” said a voice that sounded like
BIrs. Jones’. 0
“I hope so. I wouldn’t take $50
for that dog,” said another voice.
“Give him a little hot milk and put a
warm blanket over him. I thought he
was dead, sure, when I found him in
the road. Hadn’t he grit, though, to
follow that thief a full mile? The
scouudrel had the buggy out of the
barn aud gray Bess all harnessed, and
would have got away with her in five
minutes more. They stole Ed Walker’s
horse and carriage and Jim Bates’
black saddle mare last night. I’d ad¬
vise Bates aud Walker to invest in a
dog.”
“Poor old Ginger,” said the first
voice, while somebody’s hand patted
his draggeld coat. “He must have
heard them open the barn door. Only
think how we had planned to put him
out of the way today. He shall never
be chloroformed now if he loses all his
teeth and I have to feed him with a
spoon.”
Could it be possible he had heard
aright? Was that Mrs. Jques speak¬
ing, or was it an angel’s voice he
heard? Was he on earth or had he
been translated to a cozy nook in some
beautiful dog heaven? He cautiously
opened a little slit in one eye and
peeped out. No, thing it wasn’t heaven, but
it was the next to it; it was the
dear familiar kitchen. He could see
the bottom of the bird cage and a
corner of the clock, and he recognized
the dotted blue calico sleeve that wa3
fluttering over him. He closed his
eye,wagged his feeble tail in approval,
then settled back into blissful
slumber.
By evening he was almost himself
again, was able to give a little skip of
delight when he found minced meat
and 8oft crumbled ealto on his plate,
aud at bedtime he breathed a long
sigh of contentment when he curled
himself up on a feather cushion that
had beeu tucked under hi? carpet bed.
But they never in can understand when¬ why
he sneaks off a shamed way
ever any one refers to his acute hear¬
ing, or why he trembles when chloro¬
form is mentioned.—Chicago Record.
The Great Strength of Heat-*.
“Yes, the strength of grizzly bears
is almost beyond belief,” says a noted
hunter. “I have read about the
powerful muscles in the arms of Af¬
rican gorillas, but none compare with
those in the arms aud shoulders of
big grizzly bears, I have seen a
grizzly bear with one paw shot into
uselessness pull its own 1100 pounds
of meat and bone up precipices and
perform feats of muscle that trained
athletes could not do. I have seen
grizzly bears carrying the carcasses ot
pigs that must have weighed seventy
pounds several miles across a moun¬
tain side to their liar, and I have heard
hunters tell of having seen cows
knocked down as if by a tliuuderbolt
with one blow from the forepaw of a
bear.
“Three summers ago I spent tho
season in the coast mountains up in
Blonterey county, and one moonlight
night I saw a big grizzly bear in the
act of carrying a dead cow home to
her cub. I had a position on the
mountain side where I could see every
movement of the bear in the sparsely
timbered valley below me. The crit¬
ter carried the dead cow in her fore
paws for at least three miles, across
jagged, sharp rocks ten feet high,
over fallen logs, around the rocky
mountain sides, where even a jackass
could not get a foothold, to a narn *
trail up the steep mountain, She
never stopped to rest a moment, but
went right along. I followed, and
just about half a mile from the beast’s
lair I laid her *ow. The heifer weighed
at least 200 pounds and the bear about
450 pounds.”—Chicago Inter-Ocean.
The Warrior Ants.
In every ant colony, whatever the
species, there is usually a distinct
class of citizens who constitute a
sort of warrior cast, being provided
with huge head and jaws. They do
no work whatever, apparently, their
business being to fight. However,
there is a Stfhth American species, not
at all warlike, which live in trees, and
the big-headed fellows are employed
as living stoppers to close up the
small holes of entrance to the nest,
One of the most remarkable engineer¬
ing works of ants is a tunnel that has
been made by a tribe of the leaf-cut-
ing species under the bed of the Par-
ahyba river, near Rio, at a place where
the steam mentioned is as broad as
the Thames at London Bridge, Not
far from Para ants of this kind pierced
the embankment of a large reservoir,
and the great body of water which it
contained escaped before the damage
could be repaired. These ants have
been known to carry off the contents
of a two-bushel basket of maudioea
meal in a single night, taking it grain
by grain.—New York Tribune.
Queen’s Expensive Vacation.
Queen Victoria’s recent trip to the
Continent was beneficial to her gen¬
eral health and is said even to have
improved her eyesight, but these im¬
provements involved a costof $75,000.
She paid something like $12,000 a
mouth for her “apartments,” and al¬
though she was in Cimiezfor less than
two mouths, she was charged for the
full time. There was also the cost of
maintaining a strite of some 60 to 70
persons. A heavy item was the charge
for her special trains between Nice
and Cherbourg, for which the French
companies charge exorbitantly. Some
idea of this amount may be gathered
from the fact that the lowest charge to
a private person for a special train in
France is $5 a mile. The cost of the
trip came entirely out of the Queen’s
privy purse, which is held by Sir
Fleetwood Edwards.
Beaconsfleld and the Princess.
Once, while Lord Beaconsfit^l was
sitting at dinner by the Princess of
Wales, he was trying to cut a hard
dinner roll. The knife slipped and
cut his finger, which the princess,
with her natural grace, instantly
wrapped up in her handkerchief. The
old gentleman gave a dramatic groan
and Exclaimed: “I asked for bread
and they gave me a stone, but I bad a
princess to bind my wounds.”—New
York Tribune.
Saluting in t!»*• Army.
One thing which the voluntoers
find it hard to do—a thing which per¬
haps they will never do iu anything
like the form iu which the regulars do
it—is to salute officers. Take a vol¬
unteer who is bronzed and big, like a
regular, nnd put him iu a regular’s
clothes aud send him out on the
street, and he would certainly betray
himself as a volunteer, at his first
meeting with an officer. The regular,
walkiug on tho street, salutes every
officer lie meets by raising tho
straightened fingers of his right hand
to the brim of his hat, just over his
right eye, and keeping them there
until the officer has passed. The
volunteer cannot be made to hold his
hand there in any such way.
If he salutes a strange officer of low
rank at all, he salutes him with the
quick dash which is the regnlar offi¬
cer’s salute to the private. If the
regular soldier is seated when an
officer approaches, iu camp, on the
street or anywhere else, he rises,faces
the officer, stands very erect, and
makes this salute. No one ever sees
a volunteer private do this. Recently
a regular cavalryman was trying to
get his horse across a bridge while an
electric car was crossing it from the
other direction. The horse was
plunging and leaping wildly, and the
soldier had to work hard to control
him. At this moment a young second
lieutenant of Ohio volunteers came
along the footway. In the midst of
the horse’s gyrations the mounted
regular managed to salute the pedes¬
trian officer in proper form. The
smile of admiration and satisfaction on
that young officer’s face was worth
going a long way to see.—Boston
Transcript.
How Italians Are Taxed.
l.land tax,25 per cent; 2,tax on man¬
ufactures, 31 per cent; 3, chattels,
13.30 per ceut; 4, registry tax on civil
acts; 5, registry tax on succession; 6,
on stamps; 7, on judicial acts; 8, or.
steam gauges; 9,securities; 10, mort¬
gages; 11, hunting permits; 12, osm-
cessious to mines; 13, marine sanitarj
taxes; 14, marine duties and taxes,
15,taxes on weights aud measures; 16,
on the chamber of commerce and arts;
17, on playing cards;18,custom duties;
19, letters; 20, certificates of patent
industries; 21, exclusive tariff on salt
and tobacco; 22, tax on con'sumption
of wine, fish, vinegar, brandy, a'cohol,
liquors, moat, flour, oil, rice, tallow,
butter, lard and sugar; 23, taxes on
patents; 24, on changing or establish¬
ing n shop; 25, on passports; 26, on
technical, academical or university
education; 27, carriages; 28, domes¬
tics; 29, contributions to institutions
founded for the ]jurpose of culture;
30, on travelers’ tickets on railroads
or steamboats; 31, on theatres; 32,on
winners in lottery; 33, on manufac¬
turers’trademarks; 34, extra tax of a
second tenth; 35, extra provincial
and communal taxes; 36, tolls on pro¬
vincial bridges and roads; 37, taxes
on public weights and measures; 38,
on ice and snow; 39,on total consump¬
tion of combustibles,eatables,drinks,
building materials and fodder”40, on
families or households; 43 on beasts
of burden, driving or saddle horses:
43, on dogs; 44, on salaries of em¬
ployes; 45, on penalties securing iu
lawsuits.—Chicago Record.
Schle.v’* Fun With the Signal*.
When the big battleship Iowa
joined Schley’s fleet off Cienfuegos,
the commodore showed he could make
some fun with the signal flags,limited
as they are in expression. He ran up
on the Blassachnsetts the question:
“Have you any news?”
The Iowa answered “No,” and then
every watching sailor and officer
groaned or hurried away disappoint¬
ed. But the flagship was spelling
out another question, and the fleet
watched it:
“Are you ready for
This looked like news. Everybody
was very serious. Then it ended;
“-a fight?”
The crew of the Iowa yelled, the
other ships answered, and then the
whole fleet laughed. Commodore
Schley was on his way below before
the Iowa got up its forward signal
“Yes.” It wa3 unnecessary; the
answer was in before it.—New York
Commercial Advertiser.
Chinese Passport*.
A Chinese traveler applying for a
passport must have his palm brushed
oyer with fine oil paint, and then press
it on thin, damp paper, which retains
an exact impression of the lines of his
hand. Transference of the passport
is then impossible, for no two persons
have the same lines in their palms.
NO. 37.
HIS COFFIN A BOAT.
An Iceland Finhermnn llurleil In Hie
IAtHe Dory.
Herbert 1). Ward writes in the Cen¬
tury of the “Heroes of the Deep,”
one of the series of articles on “Heroes
of Peace.” Mr. Ward says:
On April 25, 1895, a fishing-vessel
came out from the harbor of Dyre
Fiord, Iceland, to bait up and set bis
trawls. It became calm at night, but
in the morning, when the dories went
out to haul, it began to breeze up.
The gale came up so rapidly that the
bead dories, iu order to save them¬
selves at all, cut their gear and made
for the vessel, which was drifting
astern, so that the men could get
aboard. Soon all the dories were in
but one, aud the skipper was in the
rigging, looking for it anxiously. It
was not long before he discovered it
to windward, bottom up, with the two
men on top.
Volunteers offered instantly, By
this time the gale was} a hurricane,aud
the sea had made rapidly. The great
danger was apparent. One of
men who went to the rescue as a mat¬
ter of course, at the peril of his life,
was Carl Eckhoff, an indomitable
Swede. I have beeu unable to dis¬
cover the names of the other two.
The wind as well as the tide was
against the rescuers. Again and again
they were almost swamped; but rapid
bailing and skilful handling carried
them on in the white helL At last,
well-nigh dory spent, they reached the
just in time to save one man
alive. But the other was dead. His
head was fouled in the gear where he
had fallen over, benumbed by the icy
water. They carried him back'to the
vessel, and worked three hours in vain
trying to resuscitate him. Then they
made for the harbor.
On the following day a procession
of the crews of three vessels wended
its way to the churchyard. Uplifted
upon the stalwart arms of mourning
mates, the dory led the way. It was
the assassin dory, and in it, in simple
state, lay the man it had killed.
Up through the churchyard, into
the plain church, the man was carried
in this strange bier. There he was
laid before the pulpit while the minis¬
ter said over him the prayer for the
dead. The freezing grave was ready.
In it John Jacobsen was buried. No
longer will be risk the gale or the ice.
The dory that had slain him was his
coffin; aud the cold earth of warm¬
hearted Iceland has covered both man
and boat iu au eternal peace.
Hone With a liille.
Adolph Toepperwein, Ban Antonio’s
marvellous young rifle shot, has just
performed another of his astonishing
feats. With a 22-calibre rifie he stood
at a distance of twenty feet from a
double thickness of heavy paper.a-boul
three feet long by two feet wide, and
shot on it the outlines of an Indian’s
head. It took exactly 152 shots to dc
the trick. It was free-hand drawing,
as the figure was not traced on the
paper beforehand. This made the
feat especially difficult, ns “Tep” had
to place every shot with reference to
where its predecessor had gone, and
where all the following shots were to
go. In other words, he had to have
every detail of the “drawing” planned
out and constantly iu his mind’s eye
while he was shooting. One shot fired
a fraction of an inch wild would have
spoiled the whole picture.—Philadel¬
phia Record.
The Increase of Nations.
While European Russia will need
only forty-five years or so, Germany
about sixty-five years, Austria-Hun¬
gary seventy years, England eighty
years, Italy 110 years, it will take
France 860 years to double its popu¬
lation. What signifies the loss of
Alsace-Lorraine’s 1,500,000 souls
compared with the loss France suffers
every year? In the last five years
the German population has increased
-by 3,000,000, who are every one fully
German; France, meanwhile, has in¬
creased her people by only 175,000,
who are not even of French national¬
ity. The increase ot a uation is of
the utmost importance to the success
of its country. It has meant much in
the nineteenth century; it will mean
more in the twentieth.
Marriage in Servia.
Servian men do not marry for love,
but to secure an additional worker
for the household, so very young
men marry women older than them¬
selves, as girls are less experienced
in housework. In the lower or mid¬
dle classes women are always helped
last, and may not sit down unbidden,
iu the presence of the men. .