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VOL. I.
LITTLE BROWN HANDS-
They drive the oows hojne from the pasturo,
Up through the long shady lane,
AVhero the quail whistles loud in the wheat-
flolds,
That are yellow with ripening grain.
They find in the thick waving grasses,
Whero the eearlot-lipped strawberry
grows,
They And gather the first the crimson earliest buds snowdrops, of tho
ro3e.
They toss the new hay in tho meadow;
They gather tho elder-bloom white;
They find where tho dusky grapes purplo
In tho soft-tinted October light.
They know whero the apples Italy’s hang ripest,
And are sweeter than wines;
They know whero the fruit hangs tho
thiokest
On the long, thorny blackberry vines.
They gather the delicate sea-weeds, sand;
And build tiny castles of
They pick up the boautiful sea shells—
Fairy barks from that have tall, drifted rodkipg to land.
They wave tho treetops,
Where tbe oriole’s hammock-nest swings;
And at night time are foldod in slumber
By a song that a fond mother sings.
Those who toil bravely are strongest;
The humble and poor become great;
And so from thoso brown-handed child ron
Shall grow mighty rulers of state.
Tho pen of the author and statesman—
The-aoble and wise of the land —
The sjw.ord a u A the chisel and puletto
Shall be held In the little brown band.
—M. II. Krout.
A Sog8-Srus1i Nightingale ■
BY MAJOR ALFRED R. CALHOUN
Kitty Mims is not a common name,
nor can it be truthfully affirmed that
it-is at all suggestive of romance. Yet
Kitty Mims was a remarkable young
woman; but this was due as much to
her unusual surroundings as to her
undoubted personal charms.
■Simon Minis, Kitty’s father, was
the landlord of the Aurora hotel, the
only tavern in the mining town of Ex¬
perience, Nevada, that agreed to fur¬
nish accommodations for man and
Least and kept its pledge to the letter.
Simon Mims wus known far aud
near as “the Doctor,” and he felt not
a little proud of the title. “I ain’t
never graddyated as ye moot say,”
he would explain to strangers who
came for a prescription, “but thar’s
two pains I set. on relieving every
timej and they’re the pains that most
folks in these diggings—
■troubled they’re; hunger and thirst. Are you
that way, friend?”
; The population of Experience was
largely transient and largely composed
of rough miuers, many of them for¬
eigners, English who seemed to have acquired
the language in a very pro¬
fane atmosphere.
'“The gentler sex was not well repre¬
sented. Four sets of cotillions ex-
hausled the supply, aud as they were
not always available for the Saturday
night dances, the younger men
fastened h’andkerchiefs about their
arms, and so were brevetteii “ladies,”
for the time being.
Blit, had the ladies, been repre¬
sented had. Exm^rience by the usual been proportion, and
many times
move populous, still Kitty Mims must
have beeft .the belle.
. She was over the average in height,
finely formed and with a certain pi¬
quant, self-reliant expression in her
dark feyes and about her rich lips, that
ina’de per irresistibly attractive to the
habitues, of the Aurora hotel. #
Her education was limited to a not
very familiar acquaintance with the
three R’s. But the miuers, one and
all, were ready to wager their “bottom
dollar”-that as a singer “Kitty Mims
would give odds to Neilson, Patti and
the hull caboodle of ’em, and then
■conys Judged opt many lengths ahead.”
by the effect of her efforts,
no prima donna that ever trod the
boards could surpass her when she
sang. “The lone starry hours give
me love,” which was always followed
by a storm of “angkoves. ”
But she came out strongest in “Way
down upon de Swaunee Ribher,” aud
“Home, Sweet Home.” songs that in¬
valuably, produced a great deal of
coughing on the part of her bearded
auditors, and the use of handkerchiefs
—jus! as if they were troubled with
sudden colds or dust in their eyes.
Of course, Kitty Mims had suitors,
and of course she was the cause of
mnch heart-burning amoDgst her many
admirers, for it must be confessed she
was not ignorant of her charms with
a fascinating tyranny, against which
the strongest did not dare to revolt.
Rufus Ford, the superintendent of
the mine, was a confident, fine-looking
fellow, and he boarded at the Aurora
hotel. Up to the in'profound time of his meet¬
aiice ing Kitty, he was ignor-
of poetry as an art. But his soul
was touched so that he attempted to
compose a song, in which he designed
THE TRIBUNE #
“Don’t Give Up tlio SLip.”
BUCHANAN, GA„ FRIDAY, OCTOBER 11. 1898.
having “darling Kitty Mims” at tho
end of every stanza. He failed mis¬
erably in the effort, as a more prac¬
ticed rhymer might have dohe.
“If the name had only been Ford,”
he said, “I’d had no trouble with it.
There’s ‘adored’ and ‘floors!’ and
‘gored’ and—and”—
“And ‘swored,” said Tom Reed,
coming to the foreman’s aid.
Mr. Ford refused any assistance, in
this connection, and it may be added
he had no admiration for the young
man who Reed volunteered liis help.
Tom was a tall, well-built man
pf six-and-twenty, “bashful as a gal,”
his companions said. lie was the only
man in Experience that neither drank
nor •** ;h these were
cc status, it was
generally thought that he would get
over the defects when he was older.
It was Rufus Ford’s privilege to sit
at the table on which Kitty Mims
waited. He was always Kitty’s first
partner at the dances; and the very
first time a buggy drove down the one
street of Experience, Kitty sat in it
beside the young superintendent.
The older men joked with Simon
Mims, aud thought the landlord was
non-committal; he gave the impres¬
sion that he would not object to Rufus
Ford for a son-in-law.
“But,” he would say, “the gal’s
young, aud as she ain’ got no mother
to advise with her, I calk’late she’d
better not think of marryin’ for some
years to come.”
The younger men gradually dropped
off one at a time, reluctantly leaving
the field to Itufns Ford; the only ex¬
ception was Tom Reed.
It might be said,however, that Tom
Reed was really never in the field. He
did not board at the Aurora hotel.
Kifty had never “sweetened his coffee
by looking into it”—a plan that was
thought to save her father much sugar.
He had never danced with her,though
(fnce when he did muster up courage
to ask her hand for the next sek, she
was engaged.
Tom Reed spent many of his spare
hours at and the pretending hotel, watching for Kitty her
Mims, not to «eee
when she came in sight.
On her nineteenth birthday Tom
sent her a bouquet of wild flowers he
had gathered iu the hills that morning
—in h#nor of the occasion the whole
camp took a holiday—and in the cen¬
tre of the blossoms he hid a golden
heart which he had himself rudely
fashioned from a nugget he had long
kept by him.
It was rumored that Rufus Ford had
sent to ’Frisco for a ‘‘dime-ant
and that Kitty would wear it at the
dauce that evening.
As often before, tbe dining-room of
the Aurora hotel did service this
night as a ballroom, and from the
Crowded doorway Tom Reed looked
at the dancers,and he caught the flash
of a jewel on Kitty’s hand.
After the dancing had progressed
some time the men about the walls
began shouting:
“A song! a song from the sage brush
nightingale!” Having no cold to urge
ah au excuse, and being as willing to
oblige them as they were anxious to
have her,Kitty Mims mounted a chair
amid great applause and sang the
favorite songs. But the “Suawnee
River” and “Home, Sweet Home”
were not given tonight, there being
no wish to divert thought from the
present festivities to other scenes.
During the evening Kitty managed
to get near to where Tom Reed was
standing, and she whispered:
“Thank you, Tom.”
His eyes did not deceive him. Some
of his flowers were in her dark hair,
and the golden heart hung from a
chain that encircled her smooth,
white throat.
Tom Reed did not wait any longer,
but went to his cabin up the moun¬
tain side and lay down, but it was not
to sleep. He could not define his
feelings, could give, if questioned, no
adequate cause for the tumultuous joy
at his heart. He was too happy for
reason, too much excited for rest.
It was near daylight when he fell
into a doze, but in his dreams he still
saw the blossoms in her hair and tho
heart of gold upon her breast.
She was calling his name—louder—
louder. She was beating on tue door.
“Tom Reed! Tom Reed! For God’s
sake, come out! The mine is on fire!”
He sprang up and threw open tho
door.
There stood Kitty, white-faced and
excited.
“See, Tom! see! There are eight
men in the shaft and eight of them
married”—r-
Torn Reed did not wait to hear
more. He saw the pillar of smoke
shooting up from the mouth of the
mine, about which the peoplo crowded,
tho bravest not daring to descend the
fatal opening. Even Rufus Ford had
lost his head and seemed paralyzed.
“What are you about, Tom Beed!
Don’t go down, man! Don’t!” shout¬
ed the people.
“Stand by! the fire has not touched
the shaft. Pull up—usual signal!”
That was all Tom Reed said. The
next instant he was lost to sight.* Ho
had gone down the chain, “hand over
hand.”
Encouraged by this daring example,
the men got their senses and the
women hushed their wailing.
After long minutes, a signal camo
up from the smoking depths. The
stationary engine was started,and the
bucket rose holding four blackened,
half-suffocated men.
Again the signal was given and
again the bucket rose, with four other
men, and one of them gasped out:
“For lieavAn’s sake,lower away,quick!
Tom Reed is roasting!”
The buekot flew down the shaft
from which lurid heat gusts now came
with the smoke.
An awful lapse of agonizing seconds,
then came a signal to “Haul up!”
The bucket flew to the surface en¬
veloped in flame.
A cry of horror burst from th$
throats of strong men, and Kitty
Mims fell, fainting, beside the
blackened, blistered form that was
snatched from the month of the pit.
“Any other man but brave Tom
Reed would* have died,” was the
general comment weeks afterwards,
when it was found Tom would live—
live, but never again to look up at the
hills that he loved.
"Why—why did you go down?”
asked Kitty, as she sat beside his bed,
wondering why. he wus feeling her
fingers—they had no jewled ring now.
“I thought of the wives of the mar¬
ried men, Kitty. I was single. What
mattered It so that I saved them.”
“Hush! Tom!”
He left a tear on his hand and he
knew her lips were near his sightless
face.
“You will want a wife now, Tom.
Let my eyes do for both. Father is
willing.”
It is the privilege of queens to pro¬
pose, but when Kitty was a queen, and
she is none the less one now that she
is Mrs. Reed and the landlady of the
Aurora hotel.
If Tom Reed ever bemoaned his
calamity no on.e knew it—not even
the wife, from whom he could have
no secrets.
The Birds of Alaskn.
The following from Outing describes
some of the birds which breed so
plentifully in the laud of the Klon¬
dike:
“No sooner had the twilight settled
over the island than new bird voices
called from the hills about us. The
birds of the day were at rest and their
place was filled with the night deni¬
zens of the island. They came from
the dark recesses pf the forests, first
single stragglers, increased by mid¬
night to a stream of eager birds, pass¬
ing to and from the sea. Many, at¬
tracted by tbe glow of the burning
logs, altered their course aud circled
about the fire a few times and then
sped on. From their notes we iden¬
tified the principal night prowlers as
the Cassin’s auklet, rhinoceros auk,
murrelet and varieties of petrel.
“All through the night our slumbers
alighting were frequently disturbed by birds
down on the sides of the fent,slip¬
ping with great scratching into
the grass below, where our excited
dog took a hand in the matter, day¬
light often finding our tent strewn
with the birds he had captured during
the night When he found time to
sleep I do not know. He was after
birds the entire twenty-four hours.
"In climbing over the hills of the
island we discovered the retreats 6f
these night birds, the soil everywhere
through the deep woods being fairly
honeycombed with their nesting bur¬
rows. The larger tunnels of the rhi¬
noceros auks hill, were, as a rule, on the
slopes of the while the little bur¬
rows of the Cassin’s auklet were on
to^j in the flat places. We opened
many of their queer abodes that ran
back with many turns to a distance of
ten feet or more. One or both birds
were invariably found at tbe end, cov¬
ering their single egg,for birds, this spiecies,
like many other sea divide the
duties of incubation, both sexes doing
an equal share, relieving each other
at' night. ”
There are 400,000,000 people in the
British empire.
"INTELLECTUAL CONTACT."
Mr«. SUiggins Felt Denied u Great Benefit
Her Spouse Knjoyeil.
His wife had been home all day and
was anxious for a little news.
“You are down town every day and
have a chance to see people and en¬
gage in conversations,” sho said re¬
proachfully, “while I am right here in
the house with no chance to meet any¬
body. - , *
“But I go down to work,” ho pro¬
tested.
“Yes, but you can’t help seeing
somebody you know and exchanging
views and getting the benefit of in¬
tellectual contact. The benefit may
be imperceptible at the moment, but
it exists. Now, I dare say, you haven’t
got into your office before you meet
somebody. ”
“That’s a fact. I met Miss Biuks.
She must have read about some bar¬
gain that she apparently wanted. I
don’t see what else could have gotten
her out so early.”
“And, of course,” she went on tri¬
umphantly, “you paused and ex¬
changed a few words.”
“That’s a fact. We did. She said,
‘Howdy do, Mr. Skiggins.’and I said,
‘Howdy do, Miss Biuks. I >>
“Was that all?”
“Every word. I met Breefer. the
firm’s lawyer, just as I was going into
the elevator.”
“And what did he say?”
“He said, ‘How are you?’ and I
said, ‘Hov* r are you?’ to him.”
“Are you quite sure that was all?”
“Quite sure. He was in a hurry to
get to the street and I was in a hurry
to catch the elevator. During the day
a few book agents tried to get at me,
but I had given orders that I was not
to be disturbed. A man can’t work
and be sociable at the same time. A CO
I was coming home I met my brother.
“Of course, you stopped to chat.”
“No. We didn’t chat. He said,
‘Hello, Frank,’ and I said, ‘Hello,
Jim,’ and that’s all there was to it.
Honestly, Sarah, I must say I think
you overestimate the imporrauce of
this 'intellectual contact’ idea.”—De¬
troit Free Press.
New IT so for a Church Steeple.
Church steeples are generally con¬
sidered as of little use except for the
sensatiou they cause by occasionally
falling down, and for serving as a ref¬
uge for bells, which often disturb the
repose of the community. It has been
left for the village of Long Sutton to
find a new municipal use for these
miniature “star-pointing pyramids.”
The urban district council of the
place mentioned have a fire engine
and several lengths of hose, but are at
a loss for a means of drying the latter
after they have been washed iu pre¬
paration for a conflagration, on any
sqple, that may take place. After due
reflection they severally amf con¬
jointly evolved the brilliant idea of
utilizing tho steeple of the parish
church for the purpose. The proposi¬
tion that “hose” exhibited on a church
might be construed by some as un¬
authorized ecclesiastical vestments
was considered frivolous, and the
vicar was accordingly requested to
make room for the articles, At first
he demurred, finding no jDrecedent
for such a use of the church fabric,
but after a long correspondence he
seems to have conditionally granted
assent. He insists, however, that the
whole matter must be left to bis
superintendence, because lie repudi¬
ates the notion that tho urban dis¬
trict council have anything to do with
church management. Firehose hung
out for drying purposes can hardly be
considered an ornament to a steeple,
but really good effects might be ob¬
tained, burnished especially of the sunset kind,
if the helmets of the fire¬
men could be added.—London Tele¬
graph.
Saw Napoleon.
The two men living in St. Helena,
who were born respectively iu 1798
and 1802, are not the* only persons
now living who have seen Napoleon
the Great. Mr. Thomas de Moleyns,
who was for many years county court
judge of Kilkenny, who was called to
the Irish bar in 1832, aud appointed a
Queen’s counsel in 1855, served in his
early boyhood in the royal navy. Mr.
De Moleyns was a midshipman on
board the Bellerophon when Napoleon,
on July 15, 1815, after “the hundred
days,” placed himself under the Brit¬
ish flag and was received on board
that vessel.
The difference in time between New
York and Manila is thirteen hours.
When it is noon at the former place it
is one o’clock the next morning at
Manila.
NO. 40.
INDIANS CROWINC COOD.
Army Post* In Arizona ami New Mexlet.
May lie Abandoned.
It is rumored iu department head¬
quarters that there will be a rattling
of dry bones at some of the older
western posts in the near future. As
a result of the shake-up predictions
are that a number of them will be
stricken from tho list of necessary
stations and either sold at auction or
turned over to the Indian service for
agencies.
Whipple barracks, Arizona, was
abandoned some time ago, aud but a
small handful of men are kept there
under Lieut. Tupes. As negotiatious
for the sale of this post are about
completed tho detachment will proba¬
bly be withdrawn in a short time,
after which it will be turued over to a
custodian, who will look after Uncle
Sam’s interests until tho sale is con¬
summated. It may be used as a train¬
ing ground for several Arizona troops
which are beiug fitted for service at
the front, but nothing definite on this
score is yet known.
Five years ago it was thought the
height of folly to think of abandon¬
ing any of tho Arizona military posts,
which are in the region infested with
Apaches, but today it seems to be the
settled make these policy of self-supporting, the government to'
men and
therefore safe ciiizens. As rapidly as
the Dawes hill requirements are com¬
plied with tho Indians are admitted
to the rights of suffrage. These re¬
quirements are “the severance of all
tribal relationships and the adoption
of the modes and habits of civiliza¬
tion.” This will soon cover the whole
Apache tribe, ouee so bloodthirsty,
aud it is not improbable that the next
five mouths will see the abanbonment
of Forts Apache, Graut aud Huach-
uca in Arizona, and Wingate and
Union in New Mexico. The only rea¬
son why the government keeps troops
iu those God-forsaken regions now is
because of tho fancied fear of the In
dians.
It is also the policy of the govern¬
ment to turn over all abandoned mili¬
tary posts iu tho Indian country to
the red men to ^e used as agencies;
thus, as in Utah, can be seen the
Ouray agency, once the site of old
Fort Koubidoux; in Montana can bo
seen the Fort Peck agency, once the
site of a military cantonment of that
name, and in Arizona the Fort Defi¬
ance agency flourishes where once
stood that sentinel of the advance of
civilization westward, Fort Defiance.
Iu speaking of the Apaches recent¬
ly, General Sumner said: “It is gen¬
erally misunderstood this question of
the Apache Indians. They are gen¬
erally looked upon as beiug bloodthirs¬
ty, fierce warriors. On the contrary,
I never dealt with easier Indians to
handle. strides toward T^gy civilization a v £ making ns anybaTu! rapid
as
in the United States and no more need
watching than many of the tribes of
the Indian Territory. The Utes are
vastly more turbulent and troiible-
some.”
Electric Cars Promote Health.
A young jihysician said to me one
day recently that the number, of chil¬
dren who actually owe their lives to
the electric cars may be estimated by
thousands.
“You can hardly calculate,” said
he, “the good that a ride into the
country does a baby who is fairly
prostrated with heat. It is possible
to find along the lines of the electric
railways places where the tempera¬
ture is twenty degrees lower than iu
town. The cool, fresh breeze after a
stifling hot day in a close room in
town means a new lease of life for a
child. I wonder that some fresh air
society doesn’t charter a car on some
of the lines and reserve it iu the even¬
ings for mothers with sickly little chil¬
dren, letting them ride free. I don’t
know of any charity that would be
cheaper, and I don’t know of any that
would do more -good here in Wash¬
ington, where a four-and-a-sixth-cent
ticket puts within reach of everybody
a luxury for our grandfathers couldn't
have had a million dollars.” —
Washinton Post.
Unique Curoet#.
The largest carpet in tho world is
at the Carlton club, in London. It
cost $40,000. The next largest is iu
Windsor Castle. It is estimated to
contain 60,000,000 stiches, and it took
twenty-eight weavers fourteen months
to make it. The most costly carpet,
it is thought, is in possession of the
Maharajah of Baroda, in India, which
is said to have oust $1,000,000. It is
decorated with pearls and diamonds*
and took three years to weave.