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YOL. I.
A NECKLACE OF LOVE.
No rubies of red for my lady—
No jewel that glitters and charms, one’s
But the light of the skies in a little
eyes of little
And a necklace two arms.
Of two little arms that are clinging this!)
(Ob, ne’er was a necklace iiko
And the wealth o’ the world and Love’s
sweetness Impearlod one’s kiss.
In the joy of a little
A necklace of love for my lady angels
That was linked by the tender, above,
No other but this—and the sweet
kiss
That soaleth a little one’s love.
—Frank L.Stanton,in Ladies’ Home Journal,
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HIS SECOND CHOICE, ,
•
“And you are really going to fall
into that trap, Dick?” said Hetty Mor¬
gan, indignantly.
Mr. Richard Garisforde looked calm¬
ly at his wrathful little cousin.
“I don’t exactly phrase it in those
terms, Hetty,” said he, quietly, “If
you .mean to question whether I am
intending to offer myself to Miss
Deerliaven, I can only answer you
yes.”
“It’s a trap, and I insist upon it,
that it is,” said Hetty, vehemently.
“Oh,.dear, why will men be-so wise
on all other subjects,and so idiotically
blind when women are concerned?
Julia Deerliaven is an ill-tempered,
scheming---”
“Hetty!”
“She is not your wife yet; no, nor
even your fiancee, thank goodness,”
persisted Hetty; “and something may
happen to open your eyes before you
have hopelessly committed yourself.”
“Hetty,” said Mr. Carisforde, rest¬
lessly turning a lead pencil rounjl and
round his fingers, “what has occurred
to give yon such a prejudice—an un¬
founded one, as I sincerely hope—
against Miss Deerhaven? She is cer¬
tainly pretty, and-”
“Pretty? Yes,” said Hetty with a
shrug of her shoulders, .“so is a spot¬
ted tiger pretty after its fashion, and
a black and yellow leopard. ”
“And amiable?”
“No,” interrupted Hetty, empha¬
tically. “Her temper is anything but
the temper to make a man’s life
happy.”
“What makes you think so?”
“I don’t think so,” said Hetty,with it;
an air of calm assertion. “I know
she is ill-natured, shrewish to her
poor old father and mother,unaniiable
in every relation of life.”
“You misjudge her, Hetty, I am
sure,” pleaded Mr. Carisforde, with a
troubled look.
“Oh, of course,” answered Hetty,
satirically, “that’s always a man’s find
argument. I only hope you won’t
my judgment correct when it is too
late to mend matters.”
“At all events she is industrious, or
she would never have undertaken to
lead the district school.”
“Yes; because she wants more
money than she can screw out of her
father for dress, ornaments and inap¬
propriate jewelry.” Hetty.”
“Now,you are uncharitable
“Oh, am I,” retorted Hetty, with a
toss of her pretty little head. “Just
you wait and see for yourself, that’s
all; only- don’t say that I haven’t
warned you.”
And she flitted out of the room like
a butterfly in high dudgeon.
“Richard Carisforde sat with con¬
tracted brows and grave, thoughtful
eyes, as he still turned and twisted
the cedar pencil between his fingers.
Could it be possible • that there was
any shadow of truth in what Hetty
Morgan had been saying to him. No:,
surely not—and yet —the reflection
would keep recurring to him that if it
was so, .what a very disagreeable dis¬
covery it would be to make too late.
He thought of Julia Deerhaven, fair,
serene and dew-eyed, as an angel—
surely she could be naught but what
she seem.ed. Hetty must be mistaken;
and yet Hetty was pretty shrewd in
her conclusions, quick to understand,
and an adept in reading all the signs ,
of character. ■
“Is there no way of deciphering
this riddle?” sighed the wentd-bo
loye)’. “Oh, for a wise woman to un¬
fold the mysteries of futurity—for. a
clue to the hidden meaning of a sweet-
voice or a gentle glance! I remember
how, as a boy, I used to write in my .
copybook, over and over again: ‘All.
is not gold that glitters.’ Can it be
possible that I am destined to live
over the significance of the words?. If
Julia Deerhaven is not perfect, then
women are more of dissimulators than'
I have any idea.”
"Don’t Give Up tbe Slxip.”
BUCHANAN, GA., FIUDAY, SEPTEMBER 16. 1898.
And Mr. Diek Carisforde, too un¬
quiet to sit still,went for a long walk,
whose winding took him past the one-
story schoolliouse |where Miss Deer-
haven taught young ideas how to shoot,
at the rate of twenty-four dollars a
month, and in sight of the lower
farmhouse, under the hill, where Far¬
mer Deerliaven himself dwelt, trying
to force a precarious living out of the
sterile and rocky soil. For the fair
Julia was the eldest of seven young
Deerhavens, and money didn’t grow
on every blackberry bu3li in the pas¬
ture meadows, by any means, ns the
poor tiller of the soil found to his cost.
It was no very tempting casket to
enshrine the jewel of Julia Doer-
haven’s rich bloude beauty — yet
Richard Garisforde stood looking at it
as lovers will gaze upon the homes of
those they have learned to worship,
until the purple clash came down, like
a royal curtain all glittering with
stars, and a light flashed out of the
lowly casement, where perhaps, even
then, Julia was lightening her mother’s
household cares with the tender minis¬
trations of filial love.
He stood quite silent and immovable
for full ten minutes—then started as
if from a magnetic trance.
“I can but try it,” he said, as if ad¬
dressing some other presence than hia
own individuality. “It seems a,strange,
unnatural way of solving the riddle,
but I am placed just now in a position
where conventional form and mere
surface inquiry are actually worse
than nothing. I will go back again to
the pictured visions of my boyhood,
and temporarily play the part of the
disguised sultan who visited the
streets of the eastern city, seeing life
as from his throne he never could
have had the opportunity to behold
its various phases, Hetty’s real
friendship for me deserves that the
matter should be tested—aud if she
is really right, why then
Mr. Carisforde did not finish the
sentence—it was not an alternative
upon which he liked to look.
Miss Deerhaven, released from the
duties of preceptress of the little
schoolliouse at the cross-roads, was
stretched upon the kitchen lounge, in
no very picturesque dishabilfe, her
feet thrust into loose slippers,her yel¬
low hair pushed back, and a novel in
her hands, while the six younger
Deerhavens were playing about the
floor, and their mother, flushed and
wearied with her long day’s work
which was not yet approaoking its end,
bent over the^cdoking stove when a
knock sounded on the outer door. Miss.
Deerliaven started to her feet.
“If it should be anybody!” she ex¬
claimed, sotto voce,’ “and I such a
figure!” • Joseph,the - .! eldest
“Oh,pshaw!”said
boy. “Jule’s visitors all go to the front
door, and old Carisforde has gone to
New York, ’cause Miss Hetty told me
so when I took a pail of blackberries
up there to'Sell.this'mornin’!”
“Will you stop your noise,” said
Miss Julia, imperiously, “or I’ll give
you something that will moke, you!
Mother, .why dpn’t you go ' to the
door?”
. ‘I.. thought perhaps you were going,
my dear,” said the farmer’s wife,
humbly.
“Well, I’m not,” said Julia, petu¬
lantly. “I should think you might
know enough for that, and me in this
dress! Hurry up, why don’t yon?”
. Mrs. Deerliaven obeyed her pretty
daughter’s not very dutiful injunction,
.and’ found herself confronting a tall,
sloucliing-looking fellow, with his hat
drawn down over his ..eyes and both
’.hands in liis pockets.
“Heerd as how Farmer Deerhaven
wanted & hand to nelp along with his
hayin’,” was the explanation of the
errand that had brought him, “and,
bein’asT was out of work-”
“Mr. Deerhaven isn’t in," said the
farmer’s wife. “He’s after the cows.’’
“Well, now, if that ain’t too-bad!”
said the hand; “and me come all the
way from Smith’s Forks!”
“But I expect he’ll be back pre-.
sently,” said Mrs. Deerhaven; “won’t
' you sit down and wait a.spell?”
“Don’t' care, if I do,” said the
stranger, dropping his whole weight
upon one of the flat-bottomed chairs.
P’raps, miss, there, would give me a
glass of water.”
Julia stared haughtily, at him with¬
out deigning' to notice his request,
while amUwearily Mji's.. Peerhawen, the' moving floor, brought slowly
across,
' him'a gourd-shell full of clear, drip¬
ping water from the cedar pail by the
•door. the • /
“Ain’t lost use o’ her limbs, nor.
nothin’, has slie?”drawled the harvest’
hand.
“Why?’-’ asked the mother. “No,
of course not—but why do you ask?”
“Out our way, gals- don’t lop down
Oil Sofys and let their mothers do all
the work!” explained the newcomer,
“unlessthey’ve gotrhenmatizor chills
and fever, or such-like ailment!”
“Mother!” interrupted Julia, sharply,
while tho indignant color rose to her
oheek, “if you don’t stop those chil-
dren’s racket I shall go up-stairs and
stay—they’re enough to drive one
crazy! As for you, sir!” to the man
with the slouched hat, which he had
not had the courtesy to remove. “I’ll
trouble you to mind your own busi-
ue3S -”
“Sartinly, mam,” answered the
farmhand with a chuckle—and Julia
vented the wrath she could not reason-
ably expend on him in a sounding
box on the ear, bestowed on Augustus
Frederic, her third brother, who broke
into a howl.
“Ma,” cried this’promising youth,
“ain’t she to stop.? She’s all the time
knockin’ me round, and my arpis are
black and blue where she bit me last
night? It is, you cross thing!” with
a grimace at Miss Deerhaven, whose
eyes shone just then with anything
but a dove-like expression, “and I’ll
be glad when old Carisforde marries
you, and takes you off away from here,
so the-e-ere, now!’-
< And Augustus Frederic fled his
to
mother’s skirts forprotection from the
uplifted hand of hi3 elder sister,while
Julia burst into angry tears!
“It’s too bad!”she sobbed, “they’re
just a pack of aggravating little
wretches, and you back them up in it,
mother, you know you do! I hate
them all I hate home, and I wish I
was well out of iti”
The harvest-hand rose slowly to his
feet, doffing the broad-brimmed bat
that he wore, and unfastening the
folds of a cotton pockethaudkerchief
that was twisted about his throat by
way of substitute for a necktie.
“I am afraid I am one too many in
this little domestic tableau,” he said
quietly, and Ju. .* started -as if a
galvanic shot had stricken her .at the
clear, calm sound of Mr. Richard
.
Carisforde’s voice. “They say listen-
ers never hearsay good of themselves,
aud perhaps I may be charged with
enacting that part; but old Carisforde
has certainly heard much that may be
productive of good to himself. I beg
leave to wish you a very good even¬
ing-” ' .
And Mr. Carisforde bowed low and
retired, before Julia Deerhaven could
summon up sufficient presence of
mind to speak a single sentence.
He wept back to where Hetty Mor¬
gan was'sitting at her neeklework, by'
the shaded lamp.
“Hetty, ” he said, “you were right
about—about Julia Deerhaven. I hog
your- pardon for ever donbting you.
But one thing is certain—I shall never
marry now!”
Men often say this, but they seldom
keep their ‘ word. Mn Carisforde did
marry before .the year was out, and
his bride was Hetty Morgan, the
pretty -cousin who had bravely
ventured on such a timely warning!
Nor "did he ever regret his second
choice!
Speed of Insects and Birds.
It is the popular belief that the
flight of birds is much swifter than
that of insects, but a number of nat¬
uralists who have been making a study
of the 'matter think that such is not
the case. A common house-fly, for
example, is not very rapid in its flight,
but i s wings make eight hundred
beats a second, and send it through
the air twenty-five feet, under ordi¬
nary circumstances, in that space of
time. When the insect is alarmed,
however, it has been found that it in¬
creases its rate of speed to over one
hundred and fifty feet per second. If
it could continue such rapid flight for
a mile in a straight line it would cover
that distance in exectly thirty-three
seconds. It is notuu uncommon thing,
when traveling by rail in-the summer
time, to see a bee or wasp keeping up
with the train aud trying to get in at
one of the windows. A swallow'is
considered one of the swiftest flying
birdA, aud it was thought, until a.
short, time ago, that no, .insect .could
escape it. A naturalist "tells of an
exciting chase he saw between a swal¬
low and a dragon-fly, which is among
the -swiftest ,of insects. The insect
flew with incredible speed, and wheeled
and dodged with such ease that the
swallow, despite its utmost efforts,
completely failed to overtake and cap¬
ture it, —San, Francisco Argonaut,
English military authorities sajr that'
new boots will wear better if kept
about six months before using. If
kept over a year they become less du¬
rable. ___
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SAID TO BE THE SMALLEST.
Pygmy Locomotive of Miniature Railroad
to lie Operated at Omaha imposition,
Wliat is claimed to be the smullost
locomotive over made for drawing
passengers has been made for tho
Miniature Railroad company by
Thomas E. McGarigle of Niagara
Rnlls. This steam railroad is to be op-
orated at the Trans-Mississippi expo-
8 iti 0 n in Omaha, Neb., and. in all, six
locomotives are to be built for the
company under the present contract,
The space at Omaha is located on the
main thorougfare, occupying about
1100 feet,
The height of the locomotive from
the top of the stack to the rail is 25
i, u: k e s,aud the gauge is 12 1-2 inches,
The cylinders are 2 by -1 inches. The
boiler is 1 1-2 horse-power, made of
steel and is tested to 300 pounds pres-
sm . e , and will hold 24 gallons of
water. It has 11 ono-inch iron tubes,
each 2rfeet long. It is equipped
with two injectors and when in opera-
tion carries 125 pounds of steam. Tho
diameter of the driving wheel is 10
inches. The forward truck has two
wheels, which are 5 inches in diam-
eter, and the tender attached has two
pairs of trucks, the diameter of the
wheels being 5 inches. The tank in
the tender holds 30 gallons of water,
The firebox is 10 by 10 inches. The
weight of this little engine is about
GOO pounds, and it will run on avail
three-quarters of an inch square,
Hard coal will be used as fuel. The
capacity of the l-ocomotive is ten cars,
each Containing,two persons, or about
4000 , pounds. The ,locomotive is
equipped with sandbox, bell, etc., and
has a steam brake between the driV-
ers. One man, whose, position will be
oa a 8ea t in the tender, operates the
engine. The scale on which tho loco-
motive was built is about one-seventh
that of one of the New York Central’s
\ arRea t engines,and as it stands in tho
shop it has a very business-like ap-
pearauce.' The length of the locomo-
tj ve f^oni the point or pilot to end of
i eIu i ei - is 7 feet 3 inches.—Chicago
Railway Age. °
Grasshopper Kills a Turtle.
One of the soldiers stationed at
Tampa sent to Dr. Alfred E. Wads¬
worth of Brooklyn a letter in which
he described.a battle he witnessed be¬
tween a grasshopper and a large snap¬
ping turtle. The fight resulted in the
death of the turtle, which hud
awakened the auger of the grasshop¬
per’ Tlie by killing its mate.
fight occurred on the bank of a
small stream fa which the soldier .had
cast a fishing line. While watching
the line he -s£fw two' grasshoppers
jump from a tree and land on ; the
hank. Right beside them was a big
turtle, which immediately snapped
one oi the hoppers. Instantly the
survivor jumped, .upon the turtle’s,
back.. within "its The shell, tuftle and withdrew:- the .grasshopper its hegd
perched itself, on the edge • oF'-tho
covering, just at- the point Where the
head of .the turtle had disappeared.
There it waited patiently.
It was some time before the turtle
protruded its head. Then it did so
very slowly and cautiously, looking
about hopper. apparently for the other grass¬
The insect was on the watch,
and when the sleepy eyes of the tur¬
tle were exposed it apparently spat
into one of them. The reptile with¬
drew its head instantly. The grass¬
hopper remained where it was. The
head of the turtle was not long hidden.
In a few minutes the turtle protruded
it to look for its foe. Tho grasshopper
made a forward movement and tried
to reach the other eye of the turtle.
It failed, however, and narrowly es¬
caped being caught by the snawper.
The latter made every effort to get at
it, but, quick as were the movements
of the turtle’s head, those of its small
enemy were quicker, and the grass¬
hopper managed to keep out of danger.
Finally it managed to spit in the other
eye of the reptile. Then the turtle,
blinded, gave up the fight. The grass¬
hopper waited around for half an hour,
aud' then hopped off. The soldier
picked up the turtle and was surprised
to. find that it was dead. He says in
his letter that it must have been
'poisoned by the saliva the grasshopper
injected into its eyes.—New York
^un.
Wife's Batli Money In Turkey*
Among the Turks bath money forms
an item in every marriage contract,
the husband engaging to allow his
wife a certain sum for bathiug pur-
poses. If it be withheld, she has
only to go before tho cadi aud turn
her-slipper upside down. If the com¬
plaint be not thou redressed it is a
sufficient ground for divorce.
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NO. 4E
DECLINE OF THE DUSTER.
The Practical IHnnj>i»cari»iic»ofa Garment
That Was (luce Familiar.
A traveler by rail cannot fail to
notice the decline of the duster. And
one does not need to be, as the man
said, a centenarian to observe this.
In fact, only thirty or forty years ago
dusters wore commonly worn by rail¬
road travelers. They wero co-existent
with the carpet sack and the alligator
mouthed valise, both now more com¬
pletely passed away than the duster
itself, and almost as completely gone
as the hair-covered trunk.
The duster in its original form was
built of brown lineD, which, when
starched, stood boldly out like a gar¬
ment of thin and flexible, but not too
flexible, sheet metal. It was worn, of
course, to protect the wearer and his
garments from the dust, When the
linen duster flourished locomotives
bin ned wood, tracks wore sand-bal¬
lasted, and rails were tight, cars were
not vestibuled, or provided with dust
screens for the windows, and the time
required to cover'a given distance was
far greater than now. A duster was
far more needed then than now, aud
it was likely to be apart of the equip¬
ment of the casual as well as of the
regular traveler. Indeed, it may be
said that the casual traveler would
scarcely have thought that he had
made a trip by rail unless he had pro¬
vided himself with that indispensable
part of every traveler’s equip meat.
Prim and stiff and sheet-irony in
effect as the freshly ironed linen
duster was when first put on, it pres¬
ented a very different appearance when
it had been worn for a time. At first,
sat down in on a day such as was then
simply called sticky or muggy, but
which in these fashionable modern
days is called humid, the duster was
creased with many creases that seemed,
later, despite the weather,to be frozen
in. Aud these creases, in appearance
like accordion pleats struck by light¬
ning, shortened the garment some¬
what. They took it np, aud made it
bigger around aud more bunchy.
The next effect came with continued
wear, when the starch was all gone
out of it, and the duster became
stringy. And if before it had seemed
to shorten up and grow stout it now
seems to become lean and a tennated;
to take into itself many little rolling
longitudinal wrinkles; to sort of
shrink in on itself sidewise, aud to
draw over lengthwise, and by this
time it had probably come to hang un¬
evenly, so that the front corners had
a dip and were lower than the back of
the coat. In if its fijst estate yie linen, dig¬
duster was, not a garment oi
nity, one that had an effect of precise¬
ness, but in its last was very far from
that. In fact, it is doubtful if a per¬
son of even the most imaginative
- temperament could conjure up any¬
thing moro negligee in its general
effect than a stringy linen duster.
But the linen duster was not the
only one. There were dusters of
alpaca- and of mohair and of other
materials, some of them black and
some gray; big, flowing, comfortable
dusters, which, if not beautiful, had
at least the grace that all things made
of gootl materials possess. You could
almost tell a man, without seeing his
face, by the duster that he wore.—
New York Sun.
Why He Won the Prize.
A boy of six years who attends a
private school where prizes are given
on every sort of provocation, but as
yet had never earned a prize, came
home one afternoon, and exhibited
proudly one of these rewards of merit.
“Good!” said his mother, “but how
did you gain it?”
“I was first in natural history.”
“Natural history at your age ? How
did that happen V”
, “Oh, they asked me how many legs
a horse had.”
“Aud what did you say ?”’
“I said five.” •
“But a horse hasn’t five legs,child.
“I know; but all the other boys
said six.”—N. B. Advertiser.
An Immense China Closet.
The Czar of Russia probably owns a
greater quantity of china than any
other person in the world. He has
the china belonging to all the Russian
rulers as far back as Catherine Jne
Great. It is stored in an immense
closet in the Winter palace afc.rBt.
Petersburg.
Devotion.
She—Why, he claims ho couldn’t
live without his dear little wife.
He—All of his property is in her
name.—Harper’s Bazar.