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SUNDAY MORNING. NO. 17 PUDDING LANE By J. Hamilton Graham Coiwrlgkt, 1 901, by A. S. Richardson I am called an eccentric man, and I am rather proud of the fact. Among my eccentricities is that of carrying an ear trumpet and pretending to be deaf whenever Igoon a journey. Asa mat ter of fact, my sense of hearing is most acute, equal to that of a fox, I think, but in carrying the trumpet I have two objects in .view —first, nobody thinks of asking me questions on tri lling matters or seeks to draw me Into political arguments, and, second, I have the fun of overhearing much not meant-for my ears. There are times wlu'ii lay fellow travelers comment on my personal appearance, much to my dciriment, but I have to take the bit ter with the sweet. v The day 1 went up toTisondon from Liverpool to be present at the funeral of lay old friend Stebbius the compart ment was full at starting. 1 had my trumpet along and copied the actions and altitude of a deaf muu. By the time tlie journey was half completed there were only three of us left. The other two men wore acquaintances. N*i'lt her was over thirty eight, and from their general 'looks 1 sized them up as belonging to the gambling and horse racing fraternity. It was eusy to see that one dominated the other, and the dominant man hud u hunted, desperate look in his eyes. I judged ho was in desperate straits for money and that ho would be willing to risk a great deal to make a haul. As soon as the lliree of us were alone he said to the other: "Now we can talk matters over and Hit tie particulars.” ‘‘But the old dozer there,” protested the other. "He couldn't hour the explosion of a ton of dynamite. If 1 thought he had 150 in his pocket. I’d twist his neck and heave him out of the door, but I don't believe lie's got 10 shillings about him.” "You'd he n fool to meddle with any one until we pull this affair off. Now !alk low and go ahead. It is on Pud ding lane, is it?”- "No. IT Pudding lane. Don’t write it down, but don't forget it. It Is a full mile from the depot. We take n cab to the corner of Iloke street, and theu we have only two blocks to walk. The place is open till 10 o’clock in the even ing.” “And the name of the party?” “Is Webb. He's a man of sixty and not in good health. One crack on tho head will settle his business. When you have done for him, you raise one of the front windows as a signal to iue. 1 shall he exactly opposite. We can loot the place in fifteen minutes if the safe is still ope!i.’J_ “I have told you I would not strike to kill,” said the weaker oue ufter a pa use. “1 don’t ask you to,” replied the oth er: “but just remember this—lf you don't finish him we may both end our cays in prison. lie's a foxy old rascal, and he may get u peep ut me. If he does, then good by. and you’ll be In the same boat. Wind's the use of being sijueamish over It? Why not make a safe job? lie Is the biggest kind of a robl er and a man without u heart." “lint I couldn’t strike to kill.” “Have your own way, but If he ones to 1 shall finish bint off In a hurry, and you'll have to stand in with ■me.” “Suppose he is suspicious of me and keeps me outside the railing?” “He won’t be. You show him the diamond ring I have to give you, and he'll invite you inside fast enough, 'l id him it's a part of a big haul, and you can steer the rest his way, and he'll pat,you on the shoulder and bring out a bottle of wine. The only thing is that you must not make a Bungle of it.” They had agreed that I was deaf, but at the same time they had lowered their voices until an ordinary man would not have caught a word. 1 heard everything, however, and I tVa soned it out that they were after either a pawnbroker or a “fence.” It was to l.e a case of assault and robbery— per haps worse. In the same cautious tones they -planned where to dispose of the pluu rlet - and in what direction to take flight, and I came to understand the .•ifiair as plainly as if I had been tq third man. I am an imperturbable titan. I sat there' for two hours and made no sign, but 1 was doing a great deal of thinking just the same. It has always been my habit to mind my own business. I have never cared who was being robbed or murdered as long as robbers and murderers let me alone. My first idea was to keep bends off, but it looked like such a pretty case that I changed my mind. It was an opportunity for a Scotland Yard to capture a couple of desperadoes red handed, and no doubt I would he patted on the back for the pointer I was to give them. We reached -London at 8:10 in the morning, and while the two men took a cab and drove away for Hoke street I called one and drove direct to Scot land Yard. I was snubbed as soon as I arrived. An official to whom I was directed asked me if a horse had fallen down or a chimney caught fire that I came into bis presence In such a hbrry. I allow no man to rub my fur the wrong way and therefore gave this of fh ;ul better than he sent. We used up tin infinites in passing compliments, and then a detective was called to hear my story. He beard It under protest. As soon as I meutlpaed tb§ fact that 1 was not deaf he indignantly demanded: “Then why carry that ear trumpet? Your carrying the trumpet is a gross deception on the public, sir.” . “The public is not affected one way or tlie other.” 1 replied, "as it is no one’s business whether I am deaf or all right. In this case my pretense of be ing deaf lias served tlie public a good turn, unless you stand here and let murder and robbery be done.” “Sir,” he continued, “I believe you can be arrested for carrying an ear trumpet when your hearing is per fectly good. I believe such a thing comes under the head of misdemeanors. Tom, will you look in the book?” The book was consulted, and much to the detective’s disappointment, my ear trumpet was not mentioned along with pistols, knives and slungshots. “But you can be detained as a sus picious persou,” be said as a look or re lief came to his face. "Yes, that is the charge, and I shall detain you until the Inspector arrives.” “If you let those two men carry out their plan, I will make London too hot to hold yon!” I shouted in my anger. In reply I was locked up. An hour later the inspector on duty strolled in from his dinner, and my case was laid before him. It began with the trumpet. “I understand, sir,” lie said as he fixed me with a glare, “that you carry an ear trumpet to deceive the public.” “Well, what if 1 dor’ I yelled at him. “Speak respectfully, or it will be tlie worse for you. I take it that a man wlio will deceive the general public will also deceive the police. You cau tell your story, however.” I told it In a straightforward way, but when I had finished the inspector smiled in derision and shook his head and replied: “Too thin, my man. You want to lead us off on a jolly, but you've fallen over your own feet. I think it will be safe to detain you until morning.” At that hour of the night 1 could not hope to find one of my few friends in Loudon to identify me and therefore submitted with us good grace as possi ble, I almost begged of the inspector to send men to Pudding lane. He guve me a look of pity and disdain and turned away. But I was not hold all night. At midnight a report reached the yard that the pawnbroker at 17 Pudding lane hud been murdered and Ills rooms plundered, and when I was taken out of my cell into the presence of the in spector I found him both abject and agitated. He begged my pardon in tlie most servile way an?l entreated me not to make my story public and ruin him. I refused to make any promises. I laid not described the men to him in telling my story, and now I absolutely re fused to give him a clew, t had been humiliated aigl treated with contempt while trying to serve the police, and you may be sure I bore them no good will. Before I got satisfaction 1 had the Inspector, the detective and anoth er man bounced, and it was through my description of the murderers that a private detective agency ran them down in Germany and secured a big reward. Tlus Town II it cl OlfaetH. “I bad been knocking about a Kan sas town In the evening,” said a Bos ton drummer with a limp, “and in heading for my hotel I walked plump Into an open sewer which bad no red light of warning. I had a bnil full and broke my hip, and I wasn’t yet out rnf the sewer when I made up iny mind to sue for $20,000 damages. 1 was taken to the hospital, ami next day the city attorney called on me to know what I was going to do. “ ‘l’m going to sue the town, of course,’ I replied. “ ‘But what for?’ he asked. “ ‘For personal damages. There should have been a railing or a light, but there was neither, and my Injury will lay me up for weeks.’ “ 'But don’t you know what you es caped by faHlng into the sewer?’ he asked. “ ‘No.’ “ “Then let me tell you that, the roof of the hotel fell In last night and killed three men, and if you had been in your bed you would have been crushed to pulp. You really owe this town something instead of talking abtfut damages.’ “When able to get out,” continued the drummer, “I found that public opinion was against me and the peo ple ready to stand a suit, and by ail vice of a lawyer I settled the ease for $125. I didn’t even get all that. In tumbling into the sewer 1 broke two planks and brought a eavein, and the damages w-ere assessed at ss.<;o and taken out of my money.” K* Still In tlie liuftineMM. Lord Karnes, a once famous Scottish judge, on his way southward to Perth from the northern circuit, had to spend the night at Dunkeld. Next morning he made for the ferry across the Tay, but, missing the road, asked a passer by tp show him tlie way. “With all my heart,” said the stran ger. “I see your lordship does not know me. My name's John%Gow. Don’t you remember Uie? I had the honor to be tried befthe your lordship for sheep stealing.” “Now I recollect you, John,” replied the judge. "And how is your wife? She, too, had the honor to appear tie fore me for receiving the sheep,, know ing them to have been stolen.” “Ah, we were very hlcky to get off for want of evidence, but I am still in the butchering business.” “Theu,” quoth Lord Karnes as ho came in sight of the ferry, “we may have the honor of meeting again.”— Scottish American. Ilnrdly Tlmf. Cholly—Miss Mabel, do you know you’ve stolen my heart? Mabel—Oh, well, that's only petit larceny,—NYork Journal. TUB BRUNSWICK DAILY MCWIf. LEGAL TENDER By ADDISON CLAItK Copyright, 1901, by Addison Clark The Henderson farm had ouce blos somed like a well kept flower-garden. In those days the white house, set back from the road in a clump of live oaks, was astir with life and youth. The master had been a justice of the peace and had run for the legislature. Men had called him Judge Henderson, and he had walked with his head erect. He had hail a neighbor then Whose heart was very near to his own, but the war had come and changed every thing. Hubert Stephens, the neighbor, had gone away to join tlie Yankees, and friendship was changed to bitter hatred. The master's sons, nephews and friends had also gone to tlie war, some from the north and others from the south. His slaves laid left him at the first rumor of freedom, and tlie old place soon fell Into decay. A thick carpet of crab grass anil wild morning glory vines had spread over tlie fields where had once been rows of cotton aud corn. All was silent now in the house among the live oaks. Upon a bed in tlie large sunny front room upstairs lay the master, sick and deserted no, not quite deserted, for there was left old Jerry, the last of a hundred slaves. Tlie old man turned Over restlessly in his bed and, putting up a thin, bony hand, pushed the gray hair out of his eyes. “Jerry!” he called in a feeble voice. A. wrinkled black face appeared at the door. “Y'os, Ma’se Tol, bouli X is,” answered the old servant. K “What do you mean leaving me here alone? Where ha ye you been all this time?” "I ain’t iie’n nowhnr, Ma’se Tol, 'cept ln’ In de kitchen. I ain’t lcf yo’ but a U’lc minute.” “You have! I say you have, Jerry. You’ve been gone an hour. Why don’t you bring me something to eat? Do you think that because a man’s a little sick lie doesn’t get hungry?” "Yes, sah, Ma’se Tol; yes, sail. De diniiali be ready t’rectly; would ’a’ be'n done, sah, only de bins somehow don't lay no mo’ today—no, sah, not a single alg! An’ de eo'nmeal am done all gone an’ de bac’n an' de coffee.” “Nothing to cook, eh! Not a thing to eat io the house, and I'm to He here on my back and starve, am I, Just be- * cause you’re too lazy to go to the store and get something?” “Yes, sah, Mu’se Tol; yes, sah,” said Jerry uneasily. “I’ze Jes’ a-gwiuetode sto’ now—jes’ a-gwiue when yo’ call me. Yes, sah, Ma’se Tol, but—but de money done nil gone too.” "Money! That's what is the matter, is it? Well, why didn't you say so? What do you stand gibbering there for and not tell what you want? Do you think I’m a beggar?” He turned over In feverish haste, his old hands trem bling nervously, and, reaching under tlie pillow, took out a large wallet, which lie opened, displaying a number of crisp new bills. “Money! There, take what you want!” v A look of awe came over the old ne gro’s face; then he smiled us with trembling hands he took one of the bills and folded it tenderly. "Yes, Ma'se To); yes, sah. De dlnnah bo ready t’rectly,” said he, and, bowing and smiling, he shambled out of the room. Two stores, in one of which was the postoiflee; a glnbouse and a blacksmith shop constituted the town. One of the stores was owned by Judge Hender son's former neighbor, wlio had gone out joyfully to fight for the Union and had come back broken, one legged, al most a pauper. But ft was not there Jerry went. He well knew that his master would eat .no food from that store. So lie passed it by and went.on to the other, where a busy, practical newcomer did a gen eral merchandise business for cash. “Evenin’, Mistali Hubs,” said Jerry | to the man who came forward to tako | his order. "Good evening, Jerry. How is Mr. ! Henderson today?” asked the proprie tor. "Jedge Ilindi’son, sah, am bettab, t’ank yo’. He am heahty, sail,” re 'turiifd the old negro, straightening up ids bent form aud looking with con j tempt on the questioner. I “Can I do anything for you?” asked Sir. Boss. "Yo’ kin, sah,” responded Jerry, and he gave his order as if he were speak ing to a servant. “Yes, to he sure,” said the proprietor i when Jerry had finished, “but excuse me. Ah, but Jerry, did Judge Hender son send the money? You know we do only a cash business.” I Jerry looked at him for a moment in silence. “In co’se I bruug de money,” he said. “Does yo’ t’iuk I done come beggin’ lo’ Ma’se Tol sump'n to eat?” | Tlie proprietor unfolded the bill which tlie old negro handed him, aud as he saw what it was smiled In a su perior manner, “Why, Jerry, this is no good. This is not legal tender,” said lie. ’.‘This Is Confederate money, i The Confederacy fell six months ago, and Confederate notes are no longer j leghl tender. They are not worth the paper they are printed on.” , “Ain’t no good? Yo’ say de money j ain’t no good?” responded the old ne gro, trembling with anger ami disap pointment. “Ain’t Ma’se Toi's money good as any money? Ain't my Ma’se Tol Ilindi’son a ge’m’n? Ain’t he pay bis debts?” Ilis voice broke to a sob and tears filled his eyes. “Ain't de money to buy my po’ marster sump’n I to eat when lie hungry?” | “Jerry, you dpn't understand,” ex l plained Mr. Hops. “Confederate money, Is no longer legal tender. Judge Hen* dersou must have sent the wrong bill. Tell him if he will send coin or United States notes we will be glad to serve him.” The sick man awoke from n fitful slumber as lie heard a step upon the stairs. For a moment he lay staring up at the ceiling and trying to straight en out the tangle in his thoughts. “Jerry,” he called at length impatient ly. "You lazy nigger, why don’t you come on with my dinner? Didn’t I tell you I was,hungry V” "Yes, sah, Ma’se Tel, heah I is, sah,” answered Jerry, coming half fearfully into tlie room. "But—but, Ma’se Tol” His lips were trembling, and the tears were streaming down Ills face. “Well, what is it? What do you stand there whimpering like a baby for? Wliat's the matter?” “Oh, Ma’se Tol,” cried Jerry, falling upou his knees beside the bed, “he say de Cornfede’ey done busted, an’ de money ain’t no good!” “The money no good! Sam Itoss said that?” cried tlie old man in a shrill, cracked voice. “He's a liar, Jerry! I'll go right down there anil tell him so.” 11c lifted himself upon his elbow anil struggled to sit upright in bed, but the exertion was too much for his feeble strength, and lie fell hack weakly upon his pillow. Theu he lay for ati hour raving iu de lirium, alternately cursing the iniiu wlio had refused to take his money and begging Jerry to bring ills dinner. The old negro remained for a long time, kneeling by the bed, moaning and praying and begging "Ma’se Tol” just to tie quiet, and Jerry vvuuiii soon have his dinner ready. Then a light broke upon his darkness. He arose and, taking the discarded bill, wont again down the road toward the vil lage. He would try tlie other store. No doubt Captain Bob would take the money, and his master need never know where the things came from. “Evenin’, Cap'll Bob,” said Jerry to the one figged man who came forward to meet him. * "Good evening, Jerry,” answered tlie old soldier. “How is Judge Hender son today?” “Mighty po'ly, sah; mighty po’ly, Cap’u Bob. Caln't somehow eat unitin’, nn’ lie hungry laik, too, nil de time. Don’ reck’ii yo' got nullin’ fo' a sick man—no bac’n er eo’nmeal er coffee?” Jerry handed the storekeeper tlie Dill and stood watching him closely while he examined it. When he hud looked at it carefully and turned it over and examined it on the other side, he turned to tlie old negro with nn understand ing look. “Why, of course I have, Jer ry; anything you want,” said he. - “An’ -an’, Cap'u Bob, am de money •good?” asked Jerry anxiously. “Ca’so Mistali Boss, lie say de Cornfede’ey done busted an’ de money ain’t no legal tindak.” “Sam Itoss Is a liar, Jerry, and a scoundrel too. I’ll tell him so the first time I see him. The money Is good for anything in tills store.” He stumped about noisily on his wooden leg, swearing softly to himself, until lie had made up a dozen packages and placed them on the counter—meat and eggs, cornmeal anil coffee aud whatever else the meager resources of the small store afforded. “Jerry, tell Judge Henderson that I am pleased to serve him,” said he as lie handed the to the old negro, “uml say to him that. I will cull tonight to ask about Ids health and to break with him a bottle of the old '42. I’ll wager he hasn’t smacked Ids lips over anything us good as tliut these twenty years.” “Gawd bless yo', Cap'll Bob;” an swered Jerry, with tears of gratitude iu Ids eyes. “Yo’ am a slio’ ’null white man.” "No thanks at all, Jerry—Just a little mutter of business. And, Jerry, wait— here’s your change.” When the old negro had gone, Cap tain Itobert Stephens, some time soldier and gentleman, hobbled back to the rear of Ids small store, kicked open tlie stove with his wooden leg and, unfold ing a fresh, new Confederate bill, tore It into bits and dropped it. inside. “Legal tender! Legal tender!” he muttered. “Wliy, the brute—and tlie old man starving to death!” Remarkable Cavern. Santa Cruz is famous for its caves, one being, without doubt, the most re markable cavern of the kind in this country. It is readied after passing a rough point, Point Diablo, aud from the ocean is seen to be a large black domelike object at the base of the mountain. Approaching, the boat is forced through a thickly matted kelp bed and eulx-rs the cave, which is now seen to be made up of several largo and lofty rooms. In the first two tlie walls are curiously decorated in all the colors of the rainbow, caused by chem ical action. The boat is pushed into the second and third chambers, drift ing in water of a delicate green tint and remarkably clear, tlie bottom cov ered with algae of many colors and shapes. Ahead is a black opening not much larger than the boat, through which the ground swell passes every few seconds, producing a pandemoni um of sounds—groans, roars, sucking, seething noises like the hissing of steam from some gigantic caldron, ac companied by explosions, come rushing forth to warn and appall the mariner, hut tlie boat is pushed on directly after the ingress of a roller into tlie largest cbafhlier of this wonderful ocean cav ern. It is absolutely dark except at the entrance, which now appears like n great star occasionally shut out as the waves come rolling in.—World’s Work. Appropriate. Mrs. Sharpe—They call the hell boy in the hotel Buttons, I believe. I won der why. Mr. Sharpe—Probably because be’s always off when you need him most.— Philadelphia Press. PICTURESQUE HOME OF MRS,H,MOULD Eight miles from this city, on the Sterling road, is the beautiful subur ban home of Mrs. H. S. Gould, hears the attractive name of “Avoca Villa,” and is one of the most unique and original country homes in the south. The house, a spacious log-cabin, built, of rough logs, nnishod in the interior in beautiful hard-oil finish, stands in tlie midst of acres of grassy woodland and rich fields un der cultivation and is, indeed, pic turesque and most appropriate to this charming setting. Inside, the great beams and heavy iron bolts and girders add to the unique and substantial appearance of the rustic domicile. A porch overlooks the river flowing in .front of the grounds, where one sees a small pleasure boat in which Mrs. Gould’s visitors often enjoy a row on the smooth water. Later on tlie clever and hospitable chatelaine of this interesting place, intends to purchase a steam launch to contribute to the pleasure of her guests, since she expects, during tho winter, to entertain many of her nor thern friends /as well as the many friends she lias won during her stay in the south. By next spring the grounds about the house will be transformed into a veritable paradise of greenery and flowers. Mrs. Gould’s energy and ex ecutive ability insuring quick results from all the planning and prepara tions now going on under her super vision. All sorts of trees, shrubs and foliage plants are to be planted this fall, and every flower that can lie induced to grow ami blossom in Glynn county, soil will soon add to the charms of Avoca Villa. per cent. Wouldn't you like to look through our store? You're welcome. C. JVIeGARVEY, 316 Newcastle Street. AT 312 NEWCASTLE STREET, YOU WILL FIND THE NEW CONCENTRATED MALTED FOOD, MALTA-VITA. THOMAS KEANY, ’Phone 11. 312 Necastle. The Only Guaranteed Kidney Cure. is Smi—'s Suie Kidney Cure. Your druggist will refund your money if after taking one bottle you are not satisfied with results. 50 cents. ROB ROY FLOUR IS TnE BEST. Notice. I beg to announce to my friends and the public that 1 have removed my business from Newcastle street' to Og lethorpe and Bay streets, between Gloucester and Monk. I shall be pleased to serve all who use feed, and can supply them in quan tities or from one sack or bale to car loads, to suit any one’s wants, at tlie lowest possible prices. Telephone 93. J. M. BURNETT. SEPTEMBER 14 Situated in Glynn’ county, a few miles* from Brunswick. t Already many acres of the rich land surrounding the grounds are under cultivation, and cotton, corn and upland rice grow here in perfection. The melons raised on this plantation this year were the finest produced in this section. A fine artesian we., gives a supply of pure water which is carefully utilized all over the place. An interesting feature of mis model farm is the poultry yard where Mrs Gould’s fancy, fowls, many of them prize birds, attract much at tention. Here one sees in perfect ion specimens of the Barred Ply-’ mouth Rocks, Brown Leghorn, Black Minorcas and Partridge Coch ins-. Two incubators which success fully hatch broods and broods of teresting feature. A herd of flue Jer sey cows will soon be a valuable ad dition to the live stock on the place. The furniture,which will be made to order, will be in thorough keep ing with the house, and wiii be hand some, substantial and papropriate. The portieres and tapestries will also be decidedly novel and artistic. Mrs. viou.d is an ideal hostess and many of her friends here enjoyed her charming hospitality. To visit this artistic and attractive place once insures the desire ,o go again and Avoca Villa is destined to be a very popular place socially as wen as one of the most interesting and beauti ful suburban homes in the country. Now that Mrs. Gould has demon strated so successfully the possibil ities of the healtnful pine lands around Brunswltk, the probability is that many others will follow this piofteer attempt ant. we shal. see Glynn county blossom like the wilderness. •:V®i iWu | A SINKING FUND must be provided for the maintenance Sf some plumbing work. Its original condition was bad and it is in constant need of repairs. If the system is not extensive bet ter have it pulled out and MODERN PLUMBINu sustituted. Our work is ot a htgn order, and repairs will not be neces sary until" the first cost lias been made repaid. An estimate costs noticing, but will throw much light on charges. A. H. BAKER, 205 Gloucester, Street- Reduced Rates to Birmingham, Ala. The Southern Railway will sell tick ets to Birmingham, Ala., and return on September 14th, 15th and 16th, at one fare for the round trip. Tickets good returning until Sept. 27tn. For further information call on, or address, C. L. CANDLER, Agent. Swan's Down flour Is he best. Read the News’ Want Column.