The Lincoln home journal. (Lincolnton, GA.) 189?-19??, October 20, 1898, Image 1
___ mciiltt • ▼ a ^ '; ' i ■ ■ ;f t. era f ' . : mm ' A ft 0 ’ LI s 4 I a me £ ikN II a ft YQL. VI. AT THE TURN OF THE ROAD, A moment’s pause for longing and for .The memory of a touch, warm, trusting, iff dreaming, clinging, A moment’s looking backward on the The memory of that touch grewn oold as way; i° e ! To kiss mv hand to long-past turrets gloam- A voice hushed that was sweet as wild ing, bird’s singing, To stand and think of life of yesterday. J A love whose bright flame burned in sac rlflee. A little time to drfenm of sunlit hours “Spout where white towers rise against the Only a grave! Lifo of to-day will tench me ■a sky. Its stream fleets fast for sorrow and regret. ■jFtrend again that path of too sweet flow- Beyond this tarn its swooping wave will ers, reach me, To hear again the greeting and good¬ I must go with It, us we all go! Yet— bye, A moment’s for longing and lor ■What there, in that far off pause is say you, dreaming, city, A moment’s looking backward on the Of ray past living and past loving, left way. ■Wrapped in In its golden haze, to stir my To kiss my hand to long-past turrets gleam Am/call the sigh of the bereft? ing, bitter To stand and think ef life of yosterdayl —Donahoe’s. PROVING HIS WORTH. By ABIVTUISTD W. BENNETT. MggSjkaEU HE like thing to know, I would Papa ! Zan, is when I may ask the superinten ___ | dent for an office?" a and Lyle planted L* - |,^§i® r ' kis year-old sturdy fourteen- legs far f apart as he leaned back against the telegraph table, for once heedless of the insistent, metalio clattering of the little brass instru¬ ments. “When you are old enough,my son,” was the mechanically given answer. “Oh, that’s the same old answer,” disgustedly. “To the same old question,” calmly. “You know you said yourself that there was not a better operator on the whole road than I.” f^’Yes.” §i‘And Jyroll,” I do pleadingly. so want my name on the “Are you not my assistant at a stated salary?” askedMr. Loomis, looking up from his desk for the first time during the conversation. “Yes, Papa Zan, but that is just ‘make-believe.’ I asked the paymas¬ ter last payday if my name was on the rplls, and he only smiled and said it / vfould be some day.” . “S hould that not satisfy you, my | Lyle slowly shook his head. But now that it came to broaching his se¬ cret plans to his father he could not talk so fluently as he had thought. Something would keep rising up in his throat, but finally he said: “Papa, if you will let mo go and see Mr. Chelton, the superintendent of telegraph, and ask him for an office I be satisfied.” This was not nearly elaborately stated as Lyle bad .but it was straight to the point. Mr. Loomis drummed a moment on “Very well, my son, you may take the down train for the oity in the morning and see Mr. Chelton.” For one ecstatic moment 1‘Lyle doubted his ears. Then, as he finally realized what this permission might mean, his nimble feet flew together, and as he dived out of the open office .floor he cried: Jf Mr. ‘ 1 i^irrah Loomis for Papa Zan!” and stepped to arose the window in time to see Lyle’s sturdy form skipping from the end of tie to ^the iferack end to of the tie big as he went where down long the curve, a fcridge was being could built across the deep bit Xorge. He not but smile tei as he thought how, iu his anxiety tofShve his boy always by his side since - the death of Lyle’s mother three years before, be bad defeated that very de¬ sire. He bad at first interested the boy in learning telegraphy to keep him in the office by his side, and now the lad wanted to try his new-found wings. “To-morrow! To-morrow, my name /on the pay roll!” buzzed and bounded through Lyle’s busy brain as he bounded along to the edge of the ' gorged., where the bridgemen were working. his mind busy All that approaching night was with the interview with the superintendent. He thought the vwould never come, and the ride Baity, across the sky-piercing .lain, was but a blur, fto lome way that was never quito him ho found himself in the Jintendent’s office, staring at the •oc.4 back of a man lie knew to be ie superintendent. An audience with the Emperor of all the Russians would not have been half so terrifying to him. Slowly the chair and its occu¬ pant turned around. Then, in what sounded even to himself as a very Small voice, Lyle made his errand nown. “Want a position, eh‘?” asked gruff phn Chelton, slowly, looking poor brie over from head to foot. “I be ■ A'' iriflnfeiMinA.nqt_-i need of any n nt. ion as messen fcn operator.” Bltor! [Ai Hold this in Hkil bell on ^^nnswered “To thine own self be true,and it will follow, as night the day, thou cans’tnot then be false to any man.” LINCOLNTON, GA.. THURSDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1898. the call he turned to Lyle and nodded for him to prooeed. “Yes, sir; I am an operator,” said Lyle, as boldly as he might. “Well,” eyeing him again from head to foot, “when did babies take to learning telegraphy and wanting posi¬ tions, I should like to know?” and Mr. Chelton stood up in all the tower¬ ing height of his six feet and stared down at the boy. Lyle felt his woeful lack of nature more than lack of age, but said bravely, if a little shakily; “Yo-u m-ay test me, if you don’t be¬ lieve me.” “That’s fair, at least,” said the su¬ perintendent, with a small wink at the man. “Here, Hoskins,” addressing the man who had answered the bell, “sit down and test this bo—young man.” Now, Hoskins prided himself on his ability as a sending operator,v,and he sooted himself with a determination to “rush” the youngster. He gave the “key” a few preliminary rattles and smiled grimly as he called up a divi¬ sion office where there was a flrst-olass man and commenced to dispatch some accumulated business. Lyle’s pen staggered and floundered over the first few words, and then he steadied down into the swinging “copy” of the old-timer. him—he Tips was nothing new to thought he was out at Las Palomas copying for practice! Hadn’t he copied Hoskins by the hour before for practice! He always did like Hoskins’ Morse—it was so even and well spaced! When he finally looked up he saw a kindly light in Mr. Chelton’s eyes that ho had not noticed there before. But his ris¬ ing hopes were dashed by the first words of the superintendent. “I couldn’t put the lives of whole trainloads of people in the hands of one so young, my boy, now’, could I? But I will remember you; I promise you I will,” and that was all he would do. ‘ ‘I did so want my name on the pay¬ roll for sure and certain,” said Lyle. “It will be there in time, my boy. ” “That’s what you all say,” said Lyle, suppressing a sob as he ran from the office. Soon the Las Palomas train was ready, and as Lyle took his seat in the coach his heart was sore with disap¬ pointment. “They all want a follow to be as big and as old as the mountains before they will let him do anything,” he thought, bitterly. The crew on the train was a “plains” crew, compelled to take the run over the mountain on account of a waBhout beyond Las Palomas. They were very unsociable and “grumpy” on this account, as well as on account of their engine not steaming well. At Placitas a mountain “helper” was added, and the tortuous climb to the summit was commenced. The summit was capped by a tall moun¬ tain, pierced by the longest tunnel on the road. Two-thirds of the way through the tunnel was up a very sharp grade, and it was not to exceed a rail’s length before they pitched down as steep an incline into Las Palomas. All the way up the winding moun¬ tain side Lyle watched the “double header” freight following the passen¬ ger within the ten-miuute limit. One moment the freight would be in plain sight, the next hidden by”some jut¬ ting point, only to appear later far to one side, seeming almost that it waB on another track, and again it was going in an entirely different direc¬ tion, so winding was the road. The passengers stopped at Rossita, take half way up the mountain, to water. As Lyle was standing at the open telegraph window listening to his beloved instruments clicking so merrily, the nose of the freight en¬ gine pushed around the curve, and Ben Parr, engineer of the big moun¬ tain engine, waved a friendly greeting to Lyle as he stood a moment beside his engine, oil can in hand. Then Lyle’s attention was attracted by the familiar sound of his father’s send¬ ing, and as the train started slowly he caught these words of the message: “—delayed twenty minutes in Sum¬ mit tunnel—account wet, slippery rail—” Lylfe knew the tricks of the tunnel, and that at times it was comparatively dry and at others would be dripping wet, and this without any apparent connection with the rainfall upon the mountain above. This report gave him no concern, though, until they passed Flores, the last tlie telegraph sta¬ tion on that side of tunnel, with¬ out being notified of the condition of the tunnel. Then he became uneasy. Had he not heard every train crew on the mountain say they feared Summit tunnel when the rail was slippery and another train following them - ? He felt that he must speak to the con¬ ductor of the message he had heard, and when he did so that official looked him over very coolly and said: “My born. son, I ran trains before you were I will see that you are not carried by your destination,” which showed the conductor held the information very cheap. All the while watchful Lyle could see that the passenger was losing a few minutes’ time, and the freight, while staying strictly within her time, was gaining on them slowly. To add tojhis feelings of’uneasiness the shades of night were creeping down the slopes and out from every gulch and gully. The headlights of the freight were flitting from side to side of the high walled pass like a will o’ the wisp, and finally to Lyle’s excited mind thoy seemed to take on a sinister and pur¬ suing glare. He oould stand it no longer, so he made bold to address the brake man, who snapped; “My very precocious kid, I know how to protect the rear of this train without any instructions from you.” Lyle sank back in his seat and the blood fled to his face to think he had been so misunderstood. ✓ “He don’t understand,” Lyle whis¬ pered to himself, “how different it is flagging a train after you’re stalled in Summit tunnel.” “If I don’t protect this train,” said the brakeman a moment later, with a sneer, .“jou’ll be on hand to do it.” Lyle walked back to tho sear coach and stood outside on the platform to hide his shame. They were almost at the tunnel’s mouth, and the grade was very steep, “—lost twenty min¬ utes—” rang in his ears. Why, if this train lost half of that in the tunnel the freight would crash into them. Then, as the engines struck the tunnel, Ljfie saw from the quickly slaoking speed that they would lose more time i* its passage, if they did not come to a full stop, with that badly steaming engine. “If I stop that freight, and there is no need, the boys will never let me bear the last of it,” bethought. Then: “I am sure that Ben Parr will not blame me for being too careful,” he whispered to himself as he grasped a red light sitting just inside the coach and swung off of the now slowly mov¬ ing train just as it was swallowed up in the black darkness of the tunnel. Even tfien he was in doubt, but stumbled back a few rail lengths in the “Well,” thickening gloom. he said aloud to himself, half covering the red danger signal with his hand, “if the freight is far enough back I will not flag them,’’and then he shuddered to think of letting the train by him and that black tun¬ nel between him and home! Then a great roar filled the rocky cut and a flare of light lit up the blackness. The freight was upon him, both massive engines working in powerful unison and running much faster than the passenger had been. A few frantic swings of the lantern brought an answer from Ben Parr that was music to Lyle’s ears, and the with a shower of sparks flying from re¬ versed engines’ wheels they soon came to a panting stop. “What’s the matter, little one?” asked cheery Ben, os he saw who the flagman was. the “No. 3 will hardly get through tunnel without stalling, so I flagged you down, Ben.” “I don’t see anything of her rear lights,” said Ben, peering out held into the black darkness, and his tone a touch of irritation. “Didn’t they have a crew on that train to do the flagging?” asked the fireman. But just then a little speck of light, such as a firefly would make, was seen wavering in the tunnel’s black mouth, and soon the brakeman staggered out into the fresh air, choked almost to fainting with the smoke made by the two puffing engines in the narrow space. Coughing up black soot and smoke the brakeman said; “If you hadn't stopped you would have been into us, sure,” and then he swore at being sent over such a division with-a “lame” engine. And old Ben Parr took out his watch, and patting Ben on the head, said: “You have probably made a present of their lives to several people this day, my boy. God bless yon!” And the brakeman peered up at him from his watery eyes, caused by the smoke undoubtedly, and said: old “Yon herel I know an lady back East who will thank you for keep¬ ing her son from being a murderer through carelessness.” * * * * * * * Strange how things will leak out. A few days later Lyle received a handsome autograph letter from Mr. John Chelton, “begging” him to accept the position of assistant, oper ator at Las Palmas, under his father, j who was being “entirely too hard [ worked,” and containing assurances of promotion why did as opportunity he change offered. mind “But his so suddenly, papa?” asked Lyle. “On account of your bravery, ” with a look that implied he could tell more if ho would. “Oh, that tunnel matter,” said Lyle. “That did not take half the courage it did to ask him for a job.” “I guess it depends ’father. on the point of view,” said his NEW WOMAN DENTIST, Experience With Her of a.*Man Who Thought He Was. Smart. Everitt told this, according to the Chicago Record, at a meeting of the Fool-Things-We-Have-Done Club; “She. was a dentist and had opened an office on the eighth floor. Nearly every impressionable young man in the building was her slave, but she didn’t seem to know it. “One day I picked up her glove in the elevator and she thanked me so sweetly that I went five doors beyond where 1 wanted to get off. Next day she froze me when I tipped my hat, and the glove was evidently a closed incident. Finally I decided to feign had a toothaohe—something I never in my life—and become acquainted with her as a patron. Accordingly I entered her office, and sitting down in the waiting room, gripped my jaw in both hands, emitted several blood curling groans, and tried to look like Richard Mansfield. “Soou I was in the chair of torture and the dentist was endeavoring to find the toothache, which I had de¬ scribed with a Steve Cranish elabora¬ tion of detail. Every time I en¬ deavored to start up a conversation, j however, she would open my mouth and try another test. She used air guns, hydraulic machines, buzzers, jabbers, grinders, hammers aud har¬ rows, and when I endeavored to ex¬ plain that the ache was gone she stuffed enough rubber in my mouth to make a poncho for a soldier, and I couldn’t even bark. “Finally she slipped a wedge be¬ tween two teeth and then touched some sort of an electrical apparatus that spread the molars at least half an inch. I mustiiave grown pale at this, as she took the rubber out of my mouth and gave me a drink of water, after allowing me to climb out of the chair. * ■ 'I’ve tried every test known to den¬ tistry,’ said she, sweetly, ‘but I can’t find the ache. I guess the trouble in your head is not with your teeth. You should consult a brain specialist.’ “Well, at this shot I couldn’t even apologize. I simply sneaked, and next week I moved my office to a building four blocks distant, I don’t believe in women entering the profes¬ sions, anyway.” The Volunteers* Provost Guard. This provost guard of volunteer sol¬ diers is a different proposition alto¬ gether from the provost guards that are occasionally organized at Western military posts to corral tumultuous regular army soldiers. They don’t call it a provost guard iu the regular army, except in the official reports. The soldiers call it a “runningguard,” and the term has a double meaning, for sometimes the guard has to do the running in the wrong direction when its members are set upon in force by recreant soldiers. A run¬ ning guard is not often organized in the regular army, and when an armed squad or platoon of men is sent away from an American military post to do a bit of rounding up in a nearby town there is nearly always trouble in sight. The famous Walla Walla row, more than ten years ago, is a case in point. Nearly a dozen regular army soldiers with good records behind them did ten years each in a military prison for their share in this job. One of the soldiers was killed in cold blood in a Walla Walla saloon by a gambler, and the gambler’s part was taken by the hangers-on in the town. When the soldiers heard of it they made for the locked rill ■ racks in their quarters, broke the lacks, and set out for the town in force. They shot up Walla Walla in a way that had never before happened iu that one-time woolly town, and they killed a number of men. All of the soldiers who took part in the disturbance were court martialled -ud heavily sentenced. It took the largest provost guard ever organized in the American regular army to round up the soldiers who had set out to revenge the death of their comrade.—New York Sun. A Gigantic Kitchen. The largest kitchen in the world is said to be in the Parisian store, the Bon Marche, which has four thousand employes, The smallest kettle con tains one hundred quarts and the largest five hundred, Each of the fifty roasting pans is big enough for five hundred cutlets, When omelets are on the bill of fare, 7800 eggs are used at occe. For oooking alone sixty cooks aud one hundred assistants are always at, the ranges. A Family of Twins. Mrs. Edward Harris, of Richmond, Mo., £ ty-three years old, recently gave birth to twins for the seventh time. Hiey are all living. A .MISSIONARY ROMANCE. History of the snip That Spreads t.u» Gospel In the JLadrones. People who went to Sunday-school forty-five or fifty years ago and saved their pennies to pay for a missionary ship called The .Morning Star will be in¬ terested to know that she was designed for work in the Caroline and Ladrone Islands, which are again demanding a shade of our attention. The ship was suggested by a New Bedford whaler named Ira Lackey, who made a cruise in those parts, and on his return ap¬ pealed to the American Board of For¬ eign Missions to sent its agents there. The vessel cost 818,000, which was contributed by Sunday-school children. It was launched in 1856 and sent to the South Pacific loaded with Bibles, hymnbooks and other literature printed in heathenish languages. Fora quar¬ ter of a century the brig was used by the missionaries is cruising about the Spanish archipelagoes, with its head¬ quarters in the Carolines. The story they tell here is that Ira Lackey learned the watch and clock business, but went out as a sailor and took command of the bark Harvest. On the coast of Rusaie, one of the Carolines, he was stranded, but didn’t give up the ship. He had no tools to make repairs but such as his own in¬ genuity could invent. Fortunately one of the crew could speak the lan¬ guage of the people. The king was dangerously sick, and gladly accepted Captain Lackey’s offer to prescribe for him. He recovered. Nothing could exceed his gratitude and that of his subjects. A great friendship sprung up between the captain and the king’s little son, a bright boy of four or five years old. The king was most desir¬ ous to learn about the United States and the reason the people were so much better off than in his own country. He insisted that Captain Lackey read and preach from the Bible to them every Sabbath day. The savages listened with attention, and when Captain Lackey left he promised the king he would send him missionary teachers. Twenty years after Captain Lackey’s old shipwreck he visited again his landing place. The former king was dead. The young prince, a Christian ruler, remembered him. Under his lead and that of the missionaries the people, now neatly dressed, assembled on the shore in an orderly manner and formally greeted their benefactor by singing sweet songs and hymns of praise to God. WORDS OF WISDOM' They also serve who only stand and wait.—Milton. The man who pardons easily courts injury.—Corneille. The best teacher one can have is necessity. —Shakspeare. Good manners and good morals are sworn friends and fast allies.—Bartol. To be good and disagreeable is high treason against the royalty of virtue. —Hannah More. It is not the place that maketh the person, but the persou that maketh the place honorable.—Cicero. The opportunity to do mischief is found a hundred times a day, and that of doing good but once a year.—Vol¬ taire. The conditions of conquest are al¬ ways easy. We have but to toil a while, endure a while, believe always and never turn back.—Simms. So remarkably perverse is the nature of man that he despises those that court him, and admires whoever will not bend before him.—Thucydides. Mental pleasures never cloy; unlijje those of the body, they are increased by repetition, approved by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment.—Col¬ ton. Much ostentation and much learning are seldom met together. The sun, rising and declining, makes long shadows; at midday, when he is high¬ est, not at all.—Bishop Hall. Tho Highest Observatory in Britain. It is proposed to close the highest observatory in Great Britain, situated on Ben Nevis, the members of the Scottish Meteorological Society having exhausted their public-spirited gene¬ rosity after contributing fully $90,000 to equip and carry on the high and low-level observatories on Ben Nevis for some seven years. There is a preva¬ lent feeling north of the Tweed that as the observations taken are in the interest of the “science of the atmos¬ phere” generally, the government should now step in and contribute the $2000 annually that is necessary to keep the observatory going in the meantime.—Westminster Gazette. The Speed of the Blood. It has been calculatad that, assum¬ ing the human heart to beat sixty nine times a minute at ordinary heart pressure, the blood goes at the rate of 207 yards iu a minute, or seven miles an hour, 168 miles a day and 61,320 miles a year. If a man eighty four years of age could have had one single blood corpuscle floating in his blood all his life, it would have trav¬ eled in that time more than 5,150,000 miles. Japan, which forty years ago had no other than coasting vessels, now has several large steamship companies, the largest of which owns sixty-threo vessels. - NO. 20. DOLOR OF THE NEGRO BABIES. French Physician Fays They Are White and Turn Black. Several years ago Dr. Farabeuf, pro fessor of histology. at the Faculty of Medicine at Paris, stated in a public lecture that negro babies at the time if birth were of exactly the same color as white babies, and that they showed (igns of colon only after an interval, nsually of several days, but often ex¬ tending to many weeks; finally, that the skin never attained its darkest tint until the age of puberty. This assertion caused a good deal of discussion at the time. One physician, Dr. Florain, who had spent some years In Africa, denied it emphatically. Ho declared that the children of black parents were invariably born black, and that they were as black at the age of 2 months as they ever would be. To this impeachment Dr. Farabeuf made a single response: “Black babies are born white.” Last summer there was on exhibition at the Champ de Mars a Soudanese village, the colony of which numbered several hundred persons as black as ever born. Another investigator, Dr. Collignon. saw there an opportunity to settle the controversy. He set to work scientifically, using the Broca chromat¬ ic scale to verify his tints. This scale |s made up of thirty-four gradations, the gamut beginning with cream whits and ending with ebon black, the inter¬ vening shades giving all the grades that one could obtain, say, by pouring milk Into a cup of black coffee. The first case that Dr. Collignon had a chance at Was the birth of a boy on Sept 19. The parents were coal black. “I arrived at the moment of birth,” says I)r. Collignon. “Armed with my scale, I examined the child the instant it had been washed. Its skin was of a Very light pink, somewhat lighter than the No. 24 of Broca. Within a very short time the skin was suffused with a deeper tinge, which gradually became ii delicate Hlac. Certain parts of the body hand, were darker, but, on the other the feet and hands were of a beautiful rosy tinge. The hair was very fine and abundant, not curly, and, per¬ haps, three centimeters in length. “The next day I saw the child again, and it was perceptibly darker; the bands and feet were reddish. Ten days later the main tint of the body Corresponded to No. 29 of the Broca Iscale, which is that of a light-tanned leather; the ex it eurii.lt. s v. ebe briek-rfld. Tlie baby shortly fell ill. and was taken to the hospital. I saw it again when It was fifteen days old, and by that time its color had deepened to chocolate.” In the second case Dr. Collignon did hot see the new-born child until twelve hours after birth, when it was the color of chamois skin. The third and fourth cases were practically like the first. In subsequent cases the peculiarities of the first were confirmed; from all of which data the investigator felt jus¬ tified in saying: "The negro baby comes into the world a tender pink color; the second day it is lilac; ten days afterward it isthecoior of tanned leather, and at fifteen days it is chocolate. The human epidermis, or buter layer of skin, is composed of three films superimposed one upon the other, and holding between them, in the case of the negro, the coloring matter which makes him brown or black. This pig< ment is semi-fluid or in the form of fine granulations; in thy Indian it is red, and in the Mongolian yellow. Freckles are made of this pigment.—Chicago Inter Ocean. This will be tne best illustrated war ever fought. The art of illustration had reached a high degree of excellence during the civil war, but it is not to be compared with that at the present time. The artist and the camera ac company' our fleets and our armies , everywhere, and every move and inci¬ dent is recorded in picture. Processes of reproduction are so cheap -.that a maximum of excellence is attained at a minimum of cost. The newspapers and the magazines contain a profusion of war views, and the dweller in the re¬ motest interior point is afforded a con¬ tinuous and exact panorama of the op¬ erations on land and sea. GEORGIA RAILROAD. —a iv r>~ Connections. For Information as to Routes, Sched' —ules and Rates, Both— Passenger and Freight Write to either of the undersigned. Yon will receive prompt reply and reliable information. JOE. W. WHITE, A. G. JACKSON, T. P. A. G. P. A Aixgusta f Ga. ft W. WILKES, H. K. NICHOLSON, C. F. & P. A. G. A Atlanta. Athene. W. W. HARDWICK, S. E. MAGHJj, S. A. 0, F. A. Macon. Maoofc, M. R. HUDSON, F. W. COFFIN, a F. A. a F. & P. A. MilledgeviUe, Augusta.