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Cincoln Hi me Journal. YOL. X. JACK SPRAT © By Edith Wyatt, I N Lake View there once lived as neighbors two children, a little boy named Milo Cox Atkinson, but called Butter, and a little girl, named and called Pe^irl Porter. To this little girl her grandfather, Major Porter, showed an affection so devoted as to be popularly supposed almost ruinous. “He just spoils that child,” Mrs. Atkinson would say, as she looked out of her window and saw Pearl fastening up the Major’s mustaches with hairpins; and she would turn away with a sigh. It was, perhaps, this devotion, but more prob¬ ably a native Impulse of the heart, that made Pearl an unusually vain child. She was a pretty little thing, with a floating mist of hair and large, brown eyes, always beautifully dressed, in little, stiff, white embroidered clothes. She was born with a sense of carriage; and she could not help knowing when ladies said in loud whispers, “Isn't she sweet?” Her reputation as a Proudy-cat among the children of Lake View had, however, been founded less by her personality than by an incident of her early youth. . When she was only four years old . she had been given a little blue silk parasol with an ivory handle. With this at church, she had been left in the pew by her aunt when that lady went up to the communion rail. IVhen Mrs. Burden had reached it and turned, that those returning might pass her, 's? hat was the amusement of the con graga.tion and her own astonishment on seeing.Pearl tripping lightly up the aisle, with her new blue parasol opened and held gracefully above her head. The aunt herself was a very dressy lady, and she more thoroughly than any other member of the family sym¬ pathized with Pearl in her taste for making calls, for wearing kid gloves, and for carrying a small cardcuse with a rose folded in it. This aunt, Major Porter’s daughter, was a large woman, with long red cheeks, tilted blue eyes and an over¬ whelming, tightly busked figure. At the top of her small forehead, long face and towering bulk she always wore a glittering little bonnet. She lived in Washington, and she was able to pet and indulge her niece only on occasional visits. On these visits Mrs. Atkinson used to watch with longing these two op¬ posite and fashionable types walking out to the carriage together. She loved Butter, but she had al¬ ways dreamed of having just such a child as Pearl. Butter’s tastes were different from Pearl’s. He had no imagination for the world of graceful convention. His companions were other grubby, freck¬ led little boys, most of them disre gardfully dressed in trousers bagging about two inches below the knee. But¬ ter numbered among bis acquaint¬ ances a boy who had run away from home, a boy who had a whip tatooed on his arm and a man supposed by Butter’s circle to be a murderer. But¬ ter cut the man’s grass, and when the man gave him fifteen cents—the mar¬ ket price is ten—Butter handed him back the unnecessary five, and said, “No blood money for me.” The man had laughed in a puzzled way. Of course, if he had done any thing else, it would have given him away. Butter also knew a boy who had a printing press; and in partnership with him he had conducted successfully an enterprise of printing pink and green highly glazed calling cards for the ladies of the neighborhood. Besides the cash capital they derived from this source, they realized every sum¬ mer a large income of pins and news¬ papers from circuses in the barn. Major Porter sometimes attended these circuses with Pearl and sat in a box for ten newspapers, and though lie was so enchanted with Pearl, he used to watch with a pang of envy Butter’s lithe wiry frame turning hand¬ springs in the backyard. For though he had never had golden curls nor carried a parasol, he bad once tumbled on the grass and chased fire engines in a dusty and happy oblivion of the customs of the world. Once a year a circus came to one of •To thino own self be true,and it will follow, as night the day, thou cans’t not then be false to any man.” LINCOLNTON, GA , THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18. 1902. the empty lots of Lake View, west of the Porters. It stayed for one day; and then pursued its glorious march in honor of more Western cities. This day was one long haze of delight for Butter Atkinson. Its ecstacy began in the morning when he went with his friends over to the lot to see the tent pitched, and it lasted through the con¬ cert and at the end of the circus. Mr. Atkinson always took Butter had never thought of not taking him, until one miserable day, when an uu considering Vice-President-elect and his thoughtless wife spent twenty-four hours of being entertained in the neigh¬ borhood when the circus was enter¬ taining. A large afternoon reception was given for Mrs. Kendricks at the Por¬ ters’ home. He was an old friend of the Major. Mrs. Atkinson assisted in receiving; Butter was invited by Mrs. Burden to open the door. She believed this to have been a piece of kindest consideration. Mrs. Atkinson, too. said that Butter would be glad to re¬ member it when lie was an old man; and she could not understand why he looked so morosely at the clean clothes she had with such pleasure put out on bis bed. He walked out to the woodshed after lunch, kicking his heels sullenly and listlessly against each other, and when lie came out his eyes were red. The thought of the white elephant had been too much for him. His fath er’s suggestion that it had been white¬ washed was not alleviating. Is a whitewashed elephant an ever-day sight? He had visions of running*away. But he knew he should not run away; he would stay scrawling his fingers in uncomfortable gloves and opening Por¬ ter’s door for dressed-up and worthless ladies, perfectly * healthy and able to do it for themselves, while, amid the sawdust, the opening procession was shining and glittering past unseen, never to be seen by his longing eyes. He observed, in the open window, Pearl and Major Porter, at their daily after-dinner game of “Old Maid.” Major Porter was not a kindergart ner, and he was almost invariably “Old Maid”—each time with ringing shouts of glee from his victorious grandchild, elegantly the windowsill. ' poised on But to-day her poise seemed less airy in its light ease. Butter heard no shouts, and when she turned and waved her hand to him he saw that her eyes, too, were red. Major Porter was smiting his head with despair and chagrin at being a third time doomed to a single life, and eliciting from his opponent only a very faint smile. Was Pearl, too. not going to the cir¬ cus? Far from it. For clays her grand¬ father had been bringing home hand¬ bills and posters; for days he had dis¬ cussed with Pearl what they both should wear: what time they should start; liow many glasses of lemonade they should have: whether they should look at the animals before or after the performance, and now all this was to be on the day of the reception. There were to be only ladies at the reception. There was no reason why Major Por¬ ter should remain home for it, and his enthusiasm for the circus had shown no change nor abatement. In the presence of his mistaken devo¬ tion Pearl could not endure to confess, even to her mother, that her heart was torn at the thought of her new fringed sash, the gift of her aunt, and how now she could not wear it at the re¬ ception, nor walk around with the la¬ dies. She had the dignified delicacy of many honorable little girls, and she felt that it would be disloyalty to her grandfather to acknowledge that she was no longer Interested in the circus. Her aunt said she cried because the heat made her nervous. “She doesn’t look to me able to go tooting off to that hot circus, father,” she said, coming up to the window. “I’m afraid so,” said Mr. Porter, fol¬ lowing her. “Do you care so much about it, darling?” Pearl’s eyes filled again at this. “Oh, Snooks ’ll be all right for the circus,” said Major Porter, with hasty, blind consolation, as Pearl’s mother TElJEQ started into the house with her to bathe her eyes. It was his fixed belief that the circus was the most ecstatic pleasure of every child, and any alter¬ native an outrageous disappointment. “Never mind if you aren’t all right, pet.” said Mrs. Burden, with inspired dullness. ’’Here’s Butter. He isn’t going and i doesn „u. t want to go. ^ u» He wants to see Mrs. Kendricks. And, Butter, Mrs. Kendricks has some little boys of her own—such nice, polite lit¬ tle boys — I wish you could know them.” Butter looked submissively as Mrs. Burden’s benevolent, unperceiving eyes impressively fixed upon him. “Why isn’t Butter going to the cir cus?” inquired Major Porter. Butter made no reply. guesllfcpursuca “Father too busy, I the Major. “That it? ’ 1 tv “Butter is going to see MrsAKeu dricks this afternoon,” replied JJrs. Burden. “He is going to open the door for the ladies.” Major Porter whistled. He looked suspiciously at Butter’s red eyelids. “Well, how would it be to have But ter come along with the circus party this afternoon and let Mrs. Ken¬ dricks open the door for the ladies her¬ self?” He gave Butter a nudge under the table at this last abominably weak jest. Butter could not refrain from a smile of hope. “We’ll get ready right away,” con¬ tinued the Major. “You can get your hat, I can black my shoes. Sam can hitch up the horses. Pearl can have a B. and S. or something, and then we’ll go.” “Father,” murmured Mrs. Burden in important haste, “Mrs. Atkinson got a new suit for liitai, si -especially for this. Don’t think—” “Well, Butter, I guess I’ll have to go over and get your mother to let you open the door a: the evening reception. That’s the way we’ll fix it out with her.” y® Meanwhile Mr.S|P rter had hj in Ration divv..*d mt^v< of. daughter’s distress. iSbe came back as the Major was startong off. with * thl “k tather T' a yl would said better I really stay us, sue 1 Taingoiim around* ino heeraekeri” - to let her mss pass mound It would seem that providence had arranged for a variety of tastes in the world. For on that afternoon Pearl floated airily and elegantly among groups of gloved ladies; under the bulging, bil¬ lowing tent, amid the odors of sawdust and the cries of lemonade-men, sat Butter, between Major Porter and Sam. throwing peanut shells betw T een the open board benches, his happy eyes absorbed in the passing giraffes and ponies. Major Porter was not looking at the ponies and giraffes, hut he, too, was very happy; he was watching Butter.— New York Sun. WITH FOUR TRICCERS. New Weapon Which Carries Sixteen Charges. A most successful test has , , been given to a repeating revolver winch pronuses to become one of the most commonly used weapons of its kmd in any part of the world, says the New Orleans Times-Democrat. The pistol fires sixteen shots without, leloacing, and is accurate in every particular. It 1ms but three working parts, is light in weight, cannot possibly get out of order, and should any of the cartridges fail to fire, all that is necessary is to press the trigger again to bring another cartridge into position and fire it. An explanation of the weapon’s op eration is quickly and easily given. The handle of the pistol is the naga zine, and contains a chain of sixteen cartridges. This chain is moved with each pressure of the trigger, tile same pressure firing one cartridge and push ing the next into position. The pistol is so constructed that a trigger is al ways ready to be pressed, and, there fore, the weapon can be fired as rap idly as the operator can press the trig ger. There are four triggers, all of one piece of metal, and revolving so that while one of the triggers is ready for the pressure of the finger another is moving the hammer into position and a third is ready to fall into place within the trigger guard. The three working parts of the pis¬ tol are trigger, the hammer and a spi¬ ral cone, and they are so arranged that to miss fire with this pistol is almost an impossibility thd Standard cartridges are used in pistol. The weapon was invented by W, J. Turnbull. ______ Good Deed Impressed Dickens. Charles Dickens was very much de¬ lighted with a story which Mr. Toole, the actor, once told him of a circum¬ stance on the stage of the Adelphi during the run .n . , London , of . the “Christmas Caro One of he children employed, who played Tiny ^ wag found tQ have anything but a tiny appetite and night after night the food bestowed on this child’s plate was observed to disappear with mar¬ velous rapidity. Real goose and real plum pudding were supplied for the lining scene during the run of the p j ece . A cloae W atch was kept on the c iiiia proved the fact that she—a lit tle girl p i aye( j the part—had taken advantage of a practicable fireplace to pass through it the portion alotted to iier which in its turn found its way to the hungry children of one of the “supers” in the theatre, who thus nightly enjoyed a high treat from the self-denying action of their dear little friend. Dickens’ comment when Mr. Toote told him the story was simply, “Oh, Toole, you should have given her a p the goose!” m tf,'. iljjjgj A/! 11 s K BBp mm Ws & m /. ■r. R. G. TARVER, Manager Our One Dollar Brogan is better. Our One Dollar and Twenty-fire Ceuta JWao b^ato Hie world. Our 0 ne j)oliar atl( j fifty Cents Shoes are simply thtr superb, Dollar and 4, Our Two Dollar Vici Kid Shoes a big value, Two p iftv (jents Hand-sewed Shoes are the best on the market, fy e can g j ve vou Ladies Shoes at 75c, but the Shoes we want to sell fon are ^ $1.00 a net J $1.25 Ladies every ,5 day Shoes and our $1.25 and $1.50 EC ho They are llE HOT BARGAINS and don’t you forget it. Now our $2.00 Ladies Shoes are as good as anybody’s $3.00 Shoes. this We never forget the Children and Babies and this line of Shoes ieason is better than ever before. HATS! HATS! HATS! Our prices in Hats are simply Tornado Swept. Me give you Boy» Hats 10c, a veal good Hat 25c. Hen’s Felt Hats 65c, Men’s Extra Good Felt Hats $ 1 . 00 , and so on to the end. within mile of this in We don’t expect any one to come a us season Price and Quality. When in the city be sure to Call and Examine and be Con Wnced. GREAT EASTERN SHOE CO ■) 907 Broad Street, Augusta, Ga. Birds and the Insect Pests. response ^ to a general demand for on along thls line . the de J of agriculture at Washing hag durIng the past few years, thousands of birds’ stomachs ^ a] , thg avaUable data respecting fodd tbey con t a ined brought to ^ ^ The practica i va i ue of birds cpntrol!ing insoct pes ts should be more nerally recognized and appre cjate{] by the farmer s. It would be no matter t0 kill out all the bjfd£ . jn an orcha rd or grain field and in the garden, but to exterminate the insect pests w hich would afterward have j-,,,] j.jght 0 f way to everything wou]d be uo e asy matter. The de stnict ; cn 0 f noxious weed seeds by sparrows and ether birds of that o]ass is bu t nttle appreciated, yet weed seef i s form one of the most im porta nt items of food to these birds dur j ng the fall and winter months, and jt is almost impossible to estimate the j mm ense number of noxious weed seeds which are thus annually destroy ed- —New York Sun. Our world, geographically consider¬ ed, is a dying one, and the energy of its internal heat is nearly spent; but it is not quite dead, and now and then it gives evidence of still great forces pent up within it by spasmodic and violent outbursts of volcanic and seismic outbursts, such as that which overwhelmed Pompeii and Herculane¬ um long years ago and St. Pierre re¬ cently. * ISO. LG. “No Parting There.” “Uncle Joe" Cannon sat in the rear seat of an F street car this morning looking happily at the world and sing¬ ing softly to himself the old hymn, “There Will Be No Parting There.”' Representative Mann sat beside him, reading a paper. “Hello, Joe," said Mann. “What’s 1 this—a conference at the White House last night on tariff revision?" “There will be no parting there," sang “Uncle Joe” melodiously. “What do you think of that?” askedj Mann. “There will be no parting there,” warbled “Uncle Joe." Then he said,' suddenly: “Conundrum: If it takes six months to pass a Cuban reciprocity bill, how; long will it take to revise the tariff? There will be no parting there,” con-j tinued “Uncle Joe," full and strong 1 and sweet. “There will be no parting there," 1 mumbled Representative Mann, with his big bass voice, and then they both' lapsed into silence.—Washington Cor¬ respondence of the New York World.; -IN Boots, Slices & CA-2 ■ Hotter Bargains and Better Shoes than ever was Before, BACTERIA AS FERTILIZER. Agricultural Department Solves a Se¬ rious Problem. How to do away with the use of ar¬ tificial fertilizers, compounded from the nitrates of Peru and other dry countries, and thus anticipate the ni¬ trate famine predicted by many scien¬ tists, is a problem which the United States agricultural department thinks it has succeeded in solving. If its ideas and methods stand the test of use, as there is every reason to believe that they will, the farmer of the future, instead of spending time and money for expensive fertilizers brought from the ends of the earth, will merely empty the contents of a test tube into a barrel of water, let it stand over night, soak his seeds in it, and then plant them. The result will be even better, says Crittenden Mar¬ riott in the National, than that ob¬ tained from the older and more costly_ methoas now in vogue.” Chicago packers are about to send a herd of cattle to the northern part of Florida, where the experiment will be tried of feeding the cattle on ca* vassa root, which grows luxuriantly in that part of the country. If this scheme proves successful it will place some considerable value on large tracts of land which have heretofore been regarded as almost worthless. The root has already been used with success for this purpose in a small way. •- M