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The sky is clouded, the rocks are hare-,
’ The spray of the tempest is white in air;
r The winds are out with the waves at play,
And I shall not sail the sea today.
The trail is narrow, the wood is dim,
The panther clings to the arching limbj
The lion's whelps are abroad at play,
And I shall not join in the chase today.
But the ship sailed safely o’er the sea.
And the hunters came from the chase in
glee;
But the town that was builded on a rock
Was swallowed up in the earthquake —liret shock.
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"See that big, red-necked fellow sit¬
ing on the baggage truck?” said the
marshal to his deputy. “Just keep an
eye on him. He got in this morning
wills a faro layout, and I suspect he’s
up to as much devilment as any¬
body.'’
it was the railway station at El
Reno in June. The open space about
the depot was swarming with sweat¬
ing humanity. Carriages, trucks,
prairie schooners, vehicles of every
clac. and condition were massed ia
the vacant lots or threading their
ways through the streets. The dust
rose like a yellow vapor from the
trampled earth, covering everything,
blinding and stifling the people and
their beasts.
The big, red-necked fellow sitting
on the baggage truck was watching
a new swarm of boomers just then
sprawling pell-mell off a dust-covered
freight train. Men, women and chil¬
dren, pushing, panting and trampling
-each other were struggling from the
reeking box cars into the scarcely less
suffocating outer air
“What d’ye think o’ them fur a
hunch o’ stampeded mavericks, Jer¬
ry?” asked a bow-leggel, weazen lit
tie cowboy, edging up to the man on
Bm the big fellow only
shifted his quid, smiled absently and
said nothing . Presently through the
jam a tall young woman in mourning
edged her way to the truck, and see¬
ing Jerry idling there said;
“Could you please tell me what
hotel to go to, sir?”
The swarthy chap with the bandy
legs guffawed in the woman’s face.
"Shut up, Hatton! ” growled Jerry,
■furtively absracting his “chew,” and.
turning an unchasened but dignified
-countenance upon he woman, he
touched his slouched hat and said:
"Hotels are full, madam, There isn’t
a lodging in town fit for—”
He paused as a scared look came
into her eyes, and the boy behind her
thrust his arm round her slim waist.
“But surely there must be a place
where my boy and I can go,” she said,
her eyes appealing to the awed ruf¬
fian. He was about to explain when
the deputy marshal approached and
led the woman away.
"Don’t have nothin’ to do with such
chaps as him. missus,” explained the
deputy when they were clear of the
spot; ’he’s a bad ’un.”
But the officer couldn’t give the lit¬
tle woman any more encouragement
than Jerry, and, with her boy lugging
her "telescope,” she trudged through
the dust in a vain search for a room,
a decent shelter, even a cot in some
hallway. But the wild-eyed hotel
clerks only laughed and turned ay-ay.
Men pushed her aside and more for¬
tunate women nudged one another and
smiled as they heard her outlandish
questions.
At 8 o’clock that night the streets
of El Reno were yet choked with the
houseless crowds. The smell of wood
fires and cooking victuals mingled
with the stench of cattle and the
reek of sweltering humanity, The
darkness seemed to rise from the
earth with the now cumbrous dust. A
few blocks from the station grouped
about a torch-lighted tent there was a
jostling, shouting, scuffling mob of
hungry people. They were contend¬
ing for a chance to buy villainous
disks of dough and canned fruit that
were being soid under the misnomer
“pies.” The widow and her boy at the
outer rim of the swaying, fighting
crowd were making feeble efforts to
approach the vender. Jerry, saunter¬
ing along, saw them, and for a mo¬
ment paused with a grim smile at their
puny efforts. Then he shoved his way
into the bedlam like a football play¬
er bucking the line. In two minutes
he- was face to face with the pieman
roaring:
"Give me six of those life-preserv¬
ers. Simpkins, or I'll wreck your whole
■ outfit!”
*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, JULY 24. 1902.
"Price is gone up, Jerry,” grinned
Simpkins.
“Confound the price. Six! Quick!”
But when the giant walked off with
his six pies and bellowed “Charge
’em! ” everybody laughed at the baker
and the scramble for his wares was
resumed.
“Here’s some samples, madam,”
said Jerry, touching the woman's arm
and handing the pies to her son;
“hope you’ll like ’em. This is my
bakery, you see, and we're trying to
build up a trade.”
There was fresh laugh at this, but
the widow was too delighted to puz¬
zle about the joke. Jerry followed her
out of the crowd, and when they were
clear said: "Find a lodging, madam?”
She said no, and he asked her if she
had tried the Creek House.
“I’ve tried them all, sir,” she said,
her eye brightening as she watched
her boy attack one of the pies; “but
I couldn’t get even shelter. I suppose
we’ll have to sit v.p under some porch,
or—oh, I don’t know what we’ll do.”
“If you don’t mind trying the Creek
House again,” he murmured, standing
apart, “I think, in fact I'm sure there’s
a small room. There was about an
hour ago.”
And so the woman and the boy.
munching pies as they almost ran af
tor the big fellow, hurried to the
Creek House, and after some whisper
mg between Jerry and the mysterious
clerk, were led up into a stuffy, dusty
room about as commodious as a dry
goods box. They finished their pies,
exchanged the praises of the rough
deliverer and all night dreamed of
the home that they would make when
the drawings were over and they had
settled upon the first land they had
over owned.
They didn’t see Jerry any more af¬
ter that until the registering was all
over and the final drawing was at
hand. Then Harry, the boy, saw him
galloping in a cloud of dust with some
of the soldiers from Fort Sill and
thought him quite a heroic figure. Af¬
ter that such strange; sad things hap¬
pened to them that they almost forgot
their rude friend, After standing
through hot, hungry,' anxious hours
the poor woman had drawn her num¬
ber. Meeting the deputy marshal, who
always nodded to her, she showed him
her ticket and almost fainted when he
blurted:
"That lets you out, missus. Your
number ain’t no good. It’s too high.”
“But don’t I get a farm, then?" she
gasped.
“Don’t get nothin’. But don’t take
n n. They’s a thousand ’r two in the
tame fix."
She asked a dozen men at the ho¬
tel, but they all told her the same
thing, so that, convinced at last, she
ran to her squalid room and, with
her arms about her boy, wept as if
her heart would break. The next day,
thin and dejected, she was standing
at the little depot among the crest¬
fallen group of disappointed settlers
waiting for the train that was to bear
them hack to the East. Bankrupt in
purse as in spirits, the little woman
thought only of the sturdy boy who,
not understanding why. yet knew that
they had suffered, waited and hoped
in vain. He would have cried, but he
knew that liis mother’s grief was hut
waiting upon his, so he gripped her
white hand in his brown fist and grit
ted his teeth like a man.
“Going away, madam?” said a voice
behind her. She turned about to see
Jerry, hat in hand, smiling at her
boy. She would have said yes, bur her
voice choked and she only nodded her
head.
"I heard you drew a blank,” he
was saying, "and I just came over to
say—” He edged away from the lit¬
tle crowd, and the widow and her boy
followed till they vrere together in the
shade of the depot.
“Oh, about the room?” she was
blushing now. “1 didn’t mean to go
away without paying for it. But I
haven’t enough to get us back to
Kansas City. I told the clerk I’d send
him a check. I-”
“It isn’t about the room I was talk¬
ing,” interrupted Jerry, feeling his
ears grow redder as he stammered.
“Fact is, ma’am, I was in that draw¬
ing too. I don’t know what made me
go in, because I didn’t want a claim;
that is, I didn’t want one till I met—
anyway, to make a long story short, I
drew one of the low numbers. I’m
in for a good farm, and—” he paused
here as if with the pleasure of con¬
templating her expectant face.
"Would you mind taking the claim
off my-”
"But Mister?” said the woman.
“Martin—Jerry Martin,” he finished.
"I have no money, Mr. Martin, at
least not with me.”
"That’s just it.” he said, smiling
delightedly now, “you don’t need any
money to speak of. I can’t sell my
claim, but I can relinquish it over to
you, and—your heart is set on getting
a claim, isn’t it, Mrs,-?”
“Yes, sir, for my boy, you know.
I'll do anything in my power for you,
if you’ll—if you really don’t want your
claim.”
"Haven’t got the least use for it,
honestly. You see, I’m not a farmer,
madam.”
“Oh, yes, you’re a baker, aren’t
you?”
They were walking back to the
Creek hotel row to arrange this “re¬
linquishment,” which meant so much
to the woman and so littlo to Jerry
Martin.
“Baker?” he repeated, smiling at
his conceit. “Yes. and a banker.”
And he winked at the I'Cj in a wholly
unintelligible way,—John H. Raftery,
in the Chicago Record-Herald.
A JAPANESE INCENSE PARTY,
Etiquette of a Curious anil Interesting
Ceremony.
if you ever receive an invitation to a
Japanese incense party accept it
promptly and thapitfuily. It has no
counterpart in our own social system,
and is as merry and pleasant an af¬
fair as can he imagined. The people of
the mikado’s land have trained the
nostrils for generations the same as
wc have trained the eye and ear, and
they display a skill which at times is
startling to a westerner. There is an
odd etiquette to be followed in these
social affairs. For the 24 hours pre¬
ceding the party each guest ’ must
avoid tire use of anything which can
produce any odor whatever. Scented
soaps, perfumes, odorous foods and
even spices must r be avoided. These
prevent he user from smelling accu¬
rately and also interfere with the other
members of the party.
When ye" dress,-V* .careful to, nut on
no garment that has been kept in the
neighborhood of camphor wood, tobac¬
co, bouquets, dried blossoms or scent¬
ed face powder. When you reach the
house of your host enter it as soft¬
ly as you can, and as slowly as possi¬
ble. This is to prevent making a
draught by the movement of your own
body. Be equally leisurely in opening
and closing doors, as a quick move¬
ment induces a sudden rush of air. In
the drawing room the hostess burns a
series of incenses usually four or five
in number. Each guest is allowed to
take three sniffs of each incense and
must then jot down its name and num¬
ber upon a card. Each of the four or
five incenses is burned two or three
times so that ti.e number of cards will
vary from eight to 15, At the end the
cards are laid out on the table, and the
hostess reads the names of the incen¬
ses employed, which are checked off
upon the cards. The guest who has
guessed the largest number receives
a pretty prize, which is sometimes a
silver or bronze incense burner, statu¬
ette or carving. Among the Japanese
the average woman guesses correctly
about six times in ten, while with
American women the ratio is three in
ten. Occasionally, however, Ann rff an
women display a natural talent in this
line, and. make records of eight and
nine in ten. There is a large Japanese
colony ;n New York, and among + he
wives of the leading merchants tlvse
parties are quite common.—New York
Evening Post.
T.omlon Halfpenny Omnibuses.
The new proprietors of the half¬
penny omnibuses are showing a com¬
mendable anxiety to meet the public
demand. Already they have increased
the service over Blackfrair’s bridge
by six aduicional vehicles, the total
being now sixteen, and although at
present they think the service suf¬
ficient,, they state their willingness to
provide additional omnibuses if there
is a demand for them. The total num¬
ber of halfpenny omnibuses now run¬
ning is forty-two.—-London Mail.
Fapa.
"When my father was your age,”
she complained, “he was drawing
nearly twice as large a salary as you
get.” K.
“Well,” he answered, “you must re¬
member that in those days your father
wasn’t working for the stingy old cur¬
mudgeon who is employing me. That
was before he had gone into business
for himself—Chicago Record-Herald.
The people who look out for
own rights Seldom get left.
NOT FIRST ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP
Ubiquitous Advertising Man Had Not
Neglected tUe Opportunity.
Some years ago, when the North¬
western State of Washington was not
so thickly populated as it is now, a
young lieutenant on the revenue cut¬
ter Rush, then stationed in Puget
Sound, had an experience which lie
sometimes relates now, although it is
at his own expense.
“I was told,” he said, “that the
neighboring srow capped mountain,
Mount Rainer, had never been climbed
by any white man, or, at least, that
none had ever reached its top. I was
younger then than I am now, so I de¬
termined te gain the honor of planting
the first American flag on Rainer's
top. Several seamen volunteerd to ac¬
company me, and after spending some
days in making our preparations we
set out. Three days of weary march¬
ing and climbing brought us to the
top. With a hurrah we rushed up on
a large cliff, the highest point, and
then prepared to put up our pole. Sud¬
denly my attention was attracted to an
old staff stuck into a crack. Near its
top was nailed a small card, on which
in plain type, was printed: ‘James
Ruggles, agent for Thompson’s Elixir
for that Tired Feeling.’ ’*
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Big. Boots, Shoes &
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H ‘■xms. f/.yA si: tiottcT'" .Shoes Baigains tn; and Better
an ever was
R. G. TARVl Before.
One Dolla •an is better. Our One Dollar and Twenty-five
Dents Brogan beats the world.
Onr One Dollar and Fifty Cpnts Shoes are simply superb. Dollar and
Our Two Dollar Vici Kid Shoes a big value. Our Two
Fifty Cents Hand-sewed Shoes are the best on the market.
We can give vou Ladies Shoes at 75c, but the Shoes we want to sell
ron are $1.00 and $1.25 Ladies every day Shoes and our $1.25 and $1.50
Ladies Dress Shoes. They are RED HOT BARGAINS and don’t you
forget it. Now our $2.00 Ladies Shoes are as good as anybody’s $3.00
Shoes.
We never forget the Children and Babies and this line of Shoes this
reason is better than ever before.
HATS! HATS! HATS!
Our prices in Hats are simply Tornado Swept. We give you Bov*
Hats 10c, a real good Hat 25c. Men’s Felt Hats 65c, Men’s Extra Good
Felt Hats $1.00, and so on to the end.
We don’t expect any one to come within a’ mile of us this season in
Price and Quality. When in the city be sure to Gall and Examine and be
Convinced.
GREAT EASTERN SHOE CO
907 Broad Street, Augusta, Ga.
TKo First Telegram,
The first record I find of electricity
earning money was on April 1, 1844.
The only telegraph line then existing
was the government line from Balti¬
more to Washington. As the govern¬
ment had no use for it, consent was
obtained to charge for private mes¬
sages, the postmaster general fixing
the tariff at one cent for four charac¬
ters, says a writer in the Electrical
Review.
A certain politician was willing to
take the risk of being the first fool,
but claimed to have only one cent in
thange. The Washington operator
said to Baltimore for him, "4,” which
was an agreed signal for “what time
b it?” The reply came back, “one
I’clock.” This customer seems to have
Jaid the first cent ever earned by this
freat industry. This was the only
fevenue for four days. On the fifth
Aay twelve cents were earned.
The fickleness of fortune was illus¬
trated the other day in Washington,
D. C., when a department official gave
an old man, who was a few years ago
a millionaire, a $2 a day job in the
public service. To secure this humble
position he had to enlist the influence
of Senators who were guests of his in
his special car when he attended the
National Republican convention at
Minneapolis.
NO. 8.
Domestic Ability,
An aristocratic East Superior street
woman, who has had the usual number
of failures in the way of domestics,
having tried nearly every nationality,
heard the other day that a number of
girls had come here from Finland to
seek employment as servants and that
they were highly recommended' as
strong, intelligent, capable and gener¬
ally excellent help.
With high hope the housekeeper
hied her to the office where these par¬
agons were on exhibition, and was
soon brought face to face with a
brawny specimen, who could not
speak a word of English. With the
aid of an interpreter the following:
conversation took place:
“Can you cook?”
"Oh, no.”
“Can you wash and iron?”
“No.”
“Can you sweep and dust or clean
house?”
"I have never done anything like
that.”
“For goodness sake,” exclaimed the
astonished matron to the interpreter,
ask her what she can do.”
With calmness and complacency the
reply came back: “I can milk rein¬
deer!”—Duluth News-Tribune.
Safe Protected by Contents.
After standing for a dozen years by
the side of a mammoth elm tree near
the Henry Fenner ledge property on
Cranston street, Providence, R. I„ a
grim, rusty old safe is about to be re¬
moved. The owner, L. R. Titus, has
disposed of it to a resident of the
neighborhood, who intends to tamper
with it and eventually take it away.
There is a little story about the an¬
cient safe. It contains dynamite, just
how much is not known, but Mr. Titus
thinks not more than three or four
pounds. It was used for several years
to store the high explosive used in
blasting the rock, and when the Titus
interests discontinued the stone quar¬
rying business at the Henry Fenner
ledge the safe contained several sticks
The lock became unmanageable seven
or eight years ago and has refused to
do service since. Hence the vault re¬
mained tightly closed, a rather omi
nous spectacle, standing as it has in the
epen and known to harbor within the
rusty iron walls a quantity of dyna¬
mite. For obvious reasons the owner
did not blow the door off.
The new proprietor of the souvenir
of the old Fenner ledge days will com¬
mence operations by removing a sec¬
tion of the door by drilling and taking,
away the dangerous explosives.
We never appreciate the greatness
of some men until they are dsad.