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YOL. I.
MOTHER ASIA.
Mother Asia, Wo stand at your threshold
In a fur immemorial yoro,
We loft you, groat Mother of Nations,.
And now we return to your door. ** 1 '
We have circled the s<3£3 ahd their In islands,
Wo have found us new worlds the main,
We have found us young: brides o’er tho
alien tides—
Now we come to our mother again'.
Wo wandered through ages unnumbered,
Wo were nmd with the fever to roam,
Cut thenew flag that Waves at Manila cibmo
Prooiaims that' your sons have
There are weeds in the Gardens of'Morptng,
There are mildew ond dearth and decay,
And vouch and your
■ hean yeaS thim
The went, away,
Cut turn y obr old eyes i to the seaward .
Whero th ed,
Be ’rfc aa— lib other led.
D*t »>'»» ings„V§ With w.esHotittsft wnal.r-
.
They come with the strength of their
pride; mother, ‘ arise.and lift tjjm
Now, old up your
eyes— V,,
Cohold your.Ajrong sons at your side!
H Gardens of Morning,
They wili clean se P-
H ou shulfnearth o
You shall see ,tko strong arms of young
’ men. *
New DvspAlrfram- hope shall come threshold back to your by spurned, borders,
shall yout Orient
A new day rise in your skies—
Tli# youth of thCi world has returned.
—Sam Walter In New York Sun.
‘N day, i e Tftet sjhT&sayd the .pleasant T?« eta ? lea voice t0 -
John Bo^bi-s, as he stepped upon
the porofi kf front of the open door of
bn# of his regular customers.
BPqt Mrs. Dirk was in no mood to
hear little pr gi#I he(d him. Just as he spoke,
a c&me in from the opposite
door;' Waring a pitcher mtich too large
anddi^avy for. her-little hands.
Suddenly her feet tripped against a
rug, and falling forward, the pitcher
was breaking precipitated) it, and,’spilling ^trom its her contents bands,
in every direction.
y “You wicked, careless girl!” cried
Mrs. ’Dirk, dragging her roughly to
her feet, “just'see wha’t you have
done; broken a new pitcher, and
ruined my clean floor! You did it on
purpose,’too; I know you did!”
“No, I didn’t,’* said the terrified
child, shrinking from the harsh face
and uplifted hand of her tyrant*
“You little wretch! how dare you
contradict me! Take that, and that!
Now go and pick up those pieces.
And, mind, not a mouthful of supper
do you have tonight!” ■■
Here Mr. Bowers again assayed to
make himself heard, and as Mrs. Dirk
turned her head toward the door, her
flushed aud angry^face assumed quite
another expression.
“Is that you, Mr. Bowers? l'es, I
want some peas and potatoes, and will
be put to. the cart directly. That girl
is the plague of my life, and makes a
deal more work than she saves!” . ,
“Not your own child, I reckon?”
said Mr. Bowers, looking compassion¬
ately at the sobbing child.
“No, indeed; her father and
mother’s dead. Her mother used to
do sewing for me, aud when she died*
I took the girl home, thinking she’d
be sort of handy washing dishes and
running of arrants. But land’s-sake
alive! I wish I’d have let her gone
to the poor house, w^ere she belongs.”
“Sich little hands can’t do a gfe&t
deal,” responded - Mr. • Bowers, his
voice showing pity ffir the friendless
or Pi ‘They n ’' 'm
can
chief. Now/
quick, for I won’t have ,it! Bun <ai#
get the basket for Mr, Bowers to’put*
the peas in,”
Liddy stood silently by the-cart, as
Mr. Bowers measured out the' peas
and potatoes, but there was a wistful
look in "her eve3, as she lifted them to
the honest and kindly face of thejnar-,
ketman.
“Do you like apples, little gal?”
“()h! yes, sir!”
Liddy’s eTes sparkled, as 'she
caught a glimpse of tlie two t ro§y-
cheqked apples that he took from a
basket tinder the seat. Then her
countenance fell.
“She won’Met me keep them.”
“Here, let me put them in your
frock, so she won’t see them.
“Row old are you?” ,*
“Nine, sir.” ‘ ' pH
“You.don’t say so!” exclaimed Mr.
Bowers, looking at the diminutive
form before him. “Why, my little
Mary is bigger than ' you, an’ she’s
only seven. But theq she’s nothin’ to
do but to grow.”
THE TRIBUNE #
"Don't GHve Up tlxe Slxip."
BUCHANAN, GA„ FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER S, 1898.
“How nice that must be! I wish I
your little girl!”
“I wish you. was, my poor child!
Hgin’t you no uncles or aunts that
would give you a home?”
i < No, sir. Mamma had a-brother in
California: and when she got too ill to
work she wrote to him'. But sh e ne vq r
answer.” ~
got no • *
The next time that Mr. - Bowers’
cart stopped at Mrs, Dirk’s door he
saw something lying Jbads near the curb of
the well by the ide,
Pbor little Liddy! that white face,
and the heavy pail of water beside it,
told the sad story I
Taking her up in his arms, he
carried her into the house.
“For the land’srsake allve!”screamrd
Ml;s. Dirk, “what is the matter with
her?”
“Matter enough, I should say,” was
the blunt reply.* “The poor little
thing’s fainted; an’ tain’t no wonderl”
“I hope she ain’t going to be sick
on my bands,’’.said Mrs. Dirk, glanc¬
ing uneasily at the pale face.
“I shouldn’t wonder a mite,” re¬
sponded Mr. Bowers, “I guess. you
had better let me take her home with
me; good country air will ' bring her
up if anythin’will.”
Mrs. Dirk gladly assented, aud half
an hour later Liddy was lifted into a
cart by the brawny arms of her future
protector;’fth'd was borue forever from
the scene of her*past toils and
ships.
As they left the dusty town for the
beautiful country Liddy’s spirits rose
higher. *
Many times Mr. Bowers got down
from his cart to pluck the brightly-
colored posies that by ‘ the road¬
grew
side, and which c&lled forth ’ her en¬
thusiasm and admiration.
But Mr. Bowers lived some dis¬
tance in the country, and at last the
little clattering tongue was still from
puve fatigue. AndraadLbdgau efropped to grow
dark the curly head lower,
aud she fell aMeep; her little fingers
to his brown, hand.
In taking the child Mr. Bowers had
been actuated by the'kindly impulses
of his nature, but as he neared home
he began to have some - misgivings as
to how his wife would receive this new
claimant upon her care and love.
But he understood her disposition
pretty well, so he deterfeiinedto trust
to his own tact, and' to the womanly
instincts of her nature.
Certainly no' *one could be more
astonished thnfiwas Mrs. Bowers, when
her husband walked’, into the house
sound with Lidd^f jaSTeep. in his arms, who was still
“JtV the last place where I should
suppose you would bring move chil¬
dren, John,” she said, sharply, “I
hope you don’tthink of keeping her?”
“Of course not, my dear. She’s a
poor little orphan that I’ve brought
home, to get her away from a cruel
woman. I’ll notify the town authori¬
ties in the morni^’, an’ have her taken
care of. You can giye her some supper,
can’t you, auV.some sort of place to
sleep?’’
“I hope I’m' not so much of a
heathen, John, as to be unwilling to
give a poor child a bed and supper!”,
Liddy was awakened and given a
supper of new milk, fresh bread and
berries, such as'she had never tasted
before.
Mrs. Bowers then improvised a b^d
for her in her own room, and having
seen the little head uj^on the pillow,
returned to the porch, where her hus¬
band was smoking. ,
“What a pretty little creature she
is,’ J she Said, “and so gentle and lov- :
ing.” '
“Yes; more’s the pity! The poor-
house is a hard place for ^ sich!”
“Dear-dead children, what .it one of
John?
“Ah, s sure!” r^spondOd
to be John.
/‘I 'left s’,pose our children’s a^likely to be
.orphans gs anyone’s. ”
: “I s.’pose;I’d better see .the select¬
men this -mornin*,” said Mr. Bowers
the next day,- as he arose from the
breakfast table.
“I dim know as there’s any partic’-.
'hurry ’.bout it,” sjiid his * wife
as
she’ glanced to whereJpiddy was play¬
ing out in tlie grass! “Let the poor
thing stay for a few into weeks; until she
gets a bit of color her little pale
face.” ■ ■ , ‘
“But she’ll be such a care to you
Mary.”
“Oh, as to that, where there’s-so
many,, one more don’t make much dif¬
ference.”
“Then she’s needling clothes.”
“I can manage that easily. Mary
has a number of dresses that she’s
outgrown that’ll just fit her.”
There was a twinkle of satisfaction
in John’s eyes as he went to his work,
GoqcI, honest man! He well knew
that tlie additional burden would
oblige him to work many more extra
hours.
And as time wore away “Liddy”
grew nearer to the hearts of both John
and Mary, and was to them as theii?
own daughter. So that when Uncle
James returned from California and
sought and claimed her, only the
thought of how much better he could
do for her could make them willing to
relinquish her.
“You are very rich, Aren’t you
uncle?’.’ don’t know ,
“I what you would call
rich, pussy,” said Mr. Dean, pinchin’g
the rosy cheek that was laid lovingly
to his- “I have enough to make my
niece quite a little heiress when I
die.”
/-‘But I don’t want you to die, and I
don’t want to be an heiress; but I do
want some of your money—not for
myself, though.”
Laying down his.pa^ers, *Mr. Dean
looked in surprise upon the. sweet
face that was lifted so earnestly to his.
“What do you want it 'for, my
child?”
“For my poor foster-father. ( I’ve
just had a letter from my old home,
and they are iu great trouble. They’ve
had a great deal of sickness, and so
had to .mortgage their place—and now
it’s going to be sold.’ Oh! uncle,
think how kiid they were, when there
was no one else to be kind to me, and
let me do something for them now!”
‘-‘Of Course, my love!” said the old
man,’rising hurriedly to his feet.
“Deaf lfieantfo’fiave dear} that is a sad story you
tell! I done something
for them before this. But we must
make amentia!” ",
Mn JBo,wers,his wife and their three
children were sitting together in their
little sitting-room. ■i ~>i :
Their’hearts ;were very semowful,
for that dhy the .place .endeared to
them by so many pleasant recollections
had passed into.the btendS of strangers.
It had; been bought by a lawyer for
a gentleman out of town, and had
brought more thmUJolfn had anti¬
cipated,’no that he had something over
■with which to bqgiu his new life in
the west, whither he had decide! to
go. ' ♦
A knock at. the door announced the
arrival of a package by express.
Upon the inner wrapper were these
wdfds: • j?
A present for my dear father
and mother. From their grateful and
loving daughter, LIDIA DEAN.
Upon opening this they found, to
their joyful astonishment, a .deed of
the old homestead, made out iu favor
of John and Mary Bowers “and their
heirs and assigns forever.”
Accompanying it was a letter from
Lidia, announcing her intention of
paying a week’s visit to her old home.
The next day she came, laden with
presents for each member of the
family, and a delightful week it was
to them all.
And thup it was that John and Mary
Bowers found “the bread cast upon
the waters” returned to them “after
many days.”
The Marshes Around Borne.
The Campagna di Roma is the
’plain surrounding the city of Rome ;
it is nearly the same with the ancient
province of Latium; Is bounded
north by the Tiber and Teverone,
east by a branch of the Apennines,
southwest by the Mediterranean, and
is about sixty-five miles long by forty
broad. The Campagna included tBe
Pontine ffiaishes. These marshes are
formed by the stagnation of the waters
of the numerous streams which flow
down the Volsoian mountains aud are
prevented . from finding an outlet to
the sea by the level of the plain and,
the ‘ accumulation of sand upon the
coast. The tame of the marshes was
deriv.edirom Suessa Pometia, a V.oi-
scian town on their borders. There
is no reason for believing that these
marshes were, in ancient times very
differeat.from what they are at pres¬
ent'. In ICO B. U. a part of them was
drained with apparent success, but
the tract soon reverted to its original
condition. A part is, under cultiva-
fion, but the whole r'e'gibnfis malarial
aud unhealthy.
Sphniflh Cheating, '
?)£ •
Louis the Twelfth of France haying
made a certain, bargain^ with' King
Ferdinand of Spain, found that Fot-'
din and had grievously cheated him;
whereupon he made complaint of his
dealings. The Spanish king made
answer to the court as follows : “The
king of Franco is complaining that I
have deceived him twice; he lies. I
have deceived him more than ten
times ”
WHERE NATURE SMILES.
Wonderful Vegetable Production — A
Land of Fat Things.
Peru is a land of fat things. There
are really so many wonderful prod¬
ucts hero that I hesitate to describe
them foe fear I may not be believed.
What would you thiuk of string beaus
as long as your arm. We saw lots of
them' at the vegetable stands. They
were tied up iu bunches and bung
upon poles. We saw potatoes as yellow
gold. * These tlie amaril-
as are papas
las of Peru, which are a bright yellow
wheu cooked. We saw sweet potatoes
of mauy kinds, some of which were
as bi}g as the yams of America.
Then there were quantities of yucca,
a tuber which grows about two feet
long, and which is as big around as a
baseball club. It is not unlike the
potato, but the flesh is more trans¬
parent, waxy and jelly-like. This is
one of the chief foods of Peru. We
saw roasting ears nt nearly every veg¬
etable stand, and iu the grain mar¬
kets handled varieties of corn which
I have never seen at home. Some of
the corn was as black as ink, and an¬
other kind was of a light yellow, with
grains almost as big as a Lima bean.
These two.varieties are so meally that
you can make flour of them by pound¬
ing them with a stone.. They come
from the mountain farms, and to a
great extent form the food of that part
of Peru. We saw squashes and
melons of all kinds. Many of the
vegetables I could not understand, and
the fruits embraced’ those which are
grown in the tropics, as well as ap¬
ples,. peaches and pears. The apples
not good, however, and most of
the peaches we saw were of the cling¬
stone kind. The best fruits are the
grapes, the Chiremoya, which is as, big
as a naval orange, and which tastes a
little like ice cream; the palta, which
is eaten as a salad or an appetizer,
with vinegar, salt and pepper, aud
which has a flesh not unlike that of
of stiff butter; the blue and white
figs, which grow in' alt the coast val¬
leys, and bananas of mauy kinds aud
different varieties of oranges, limes
and lemons. Then they have here
guas^s, pomgranates; tunas, the fruit
of the cactus, and olives, which are
pickled in such a way that when they
come to the table they are 'black and
soft rather tkau green and solid, like
pliyes, we eat.—Frank G. Carpenter
in Washington Star.
The Iiothschild of Central Asia.
Aron beii Khassof of Bokhara, known
as “the Kothscbild of Central Asia,”
is probably the wealthiest Jew iu the
Trans-Caspian possessions of Kussia.
He is an importer of silverware, and
he aims‘now to establish an agency of
bis business in Hamburg. He is the
leader of his coreligionists iu Bokhara,
where the Jews are numerous and
well treated, though, like the so-called
Multans or British Indian subjects in
the Khanate, they have to pay double
taxes. They appear to thrt ve and
make money, aud are on the best of
terms with the Emir’s Kush-Begi, who
certainly appears desirous of main¬
taining friendly relations with them,
and does not hesitate to invite them
to hi3 table on festive aud other occa¬
sions,. Even at the religious initia¬
tion of his two sons this high func¬
tionary thought the ceremony incom¬
plete without the presence of twenty
representatives of the Jews, headed
by the “Botiisch'ild of Central Asia.”
Couldn’t Catch Gladstone.
On one occasion two gentlemen,
invited as guests at a table where Mr.
Gladstone was expected,made a wager
that they would start a conversation
bn a subject about which even Mr.
Gladstone would know nbthing. To
accomplish this end they read up an
ancient magazine slbject article-ou some un-
familiar connected with
Chinese manufactures. When tlie
favorable opportunity came the topic
was started, mud the two conspirators
watched with amusemeiit, the growing
interest in the subject which Mr.
Gladstone’s face betrayed. Finally,
be joined in the conversation, and
their amusement was turned into
gnashing of teeth—to speak figura¬
tively—when - Mr., Gladstone said:
“Ah, gentlemen, I perceive you have
been reading an article I w’rote in the
-magazine some _ thirty or forty
ago.”—St. James J 4 (Loudon)
Ilimensinns.
“You must admit that your argu¬
ment was rathei* thin. ”
“My dear sir,” remarked the man
who was fillibustering, “in a case
like this it is not the thickness of an
argument that counts. It’s the
length.”—Washington Star. /
NO. 39,
THE VANDALIA’S FLAC.
A llellc of the Great D funster at Apia I*
Now Preserved at Annapolis.
When the ships went down in the
hurricane which tilled Apia harbor with
wrecks a few years ago there was uo
time to save anything, nor did any one
have any thought of salvage, save of
winning his own way through the
savage whirl of waters to the beach.
Th? souvenirs came later, when the
gale had blown itself out aud the
beach began to be strewn with frag¬
ments of the stout fabrics which once
had been fine ships. Go where one
will on the north, coast of Upolu, it is
not difficult to find some bit of the
the Trenton or tho Vandalia, a piece
of a mast or spar, a deck grating,, or .A
cupamlplato of the crew’s mess equip¬
ment.
The most treasured of all such
memorials was the "‘24-foot ensign
which the Vandalia flew. When the
divers brought it up from t)ie wreck,
Lieutenant Carlin, with the consent
of Admiral Kimberley, deposited it at
the United Stutes consulate as a sou¬
venir. This wnS' the old consulate,
close by the month of the Vnisigaus
lpver, and quite near the spot where
tho Vandalia came to destruction.
When the new consulate around tho
point iu Vaiala was occupied the gen¬
erous wall surface offered a place ou
which to drape the historic ensign,
supported by rusted cutlasses which
were recovered from the wrecks. Here
it hung for several years, until it was
time to paint the wall again. Then it
was found that the bunting had stuck
fast to the paiut in places, aud the
painters, iu stripping it loose, were
tearing it. This seemed a desecration
iu thp eyes of the lady of the consu¬
late, and she personally undertook its
removal with the aid of hot water.
Finally the flag was soaked free and
■spread iu the bright sunlight to dry.
Its long soaking at the bottom of the
harbor had rotted the bunting aud it
could be bandied only w ith the utmost
care. Even wheu it was laid away iu
the flag locker it was still fast going
to pieces under the combined ravages
of mildew aud insects, the two great
enemies of everything in those' exces¬
sively humid islands. The flag was
carried ou the property return of the
Apia consulate aud it took a year of
red tape aud correspondence to get it
transferred to the state department in
Washington. Finally the necessary
permisslSii was "received anclTlie VnffT
dalia’s flag was b.oxed for shipment.
As it was carefully laid in.the box,
camphor was thickly sprinkled in
every fold and the operation was
gravely superintended by the official
kitten. That irreverent animal fin¬
ished by crawling into the box and
narrowly escaped being shipped away.
The la3t publioappearance of the flag
was at the Independence day celebra¬
tion last year, when it was displayed
between two cocoanut trees at the
picnic of the American children of
Apia. When the flag was received at
Washington it was turned over to the
navy department. Then it wasprompt-
ly seat to the naval museum at An¬
napolis, where it will be cherished
among the other objects which recall
the great events of our naval history,
none of which will be’ longer remem¬
bered than the great Apia -gale of
March, 1889.
False Imprisonment In Germany.
Germany’s court of appeal has drawn
• a'fine distinction in a case of false im-
prisonment. A doctor’s boarding
house keeper took away his only pair
of boots to prevent bis leaving the
house, and the doctor recovered dam¬
ages in tho lower court on the ground
that he was thereby imprisoned, as
liis social position forbade bis appear¬
ing in the streets barefoot. The court
of appeal has ordered a uew trial on
the ground that the doctor’s freedom
of action was merely limited' and im¬
peded by bis landlady’s act, but that
it was not impossible for him to move
out if be bad wished to.—New York
Sun.
Just n Siisrgestion.
A Frenchman applied to a local offi¬
cial for a passport to visit Klarter-
wingsehen, in Switzerland. The
functionary, who was not a fellow of
an y geographical society, struggled in
vain ' with the spelling of the place’s
name. Then, unwilling to confess his
difficulty, he blandly added:
“Wouldn’t you as lief visit some
other town?”—Judy.
Rattlesnake poison has for some
time been known as the most virulent
of all animal venoms, and its effect is
to destroy the coagulability of the
blood.