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who had met them with such daring on so many contested fields. ‘‘ln the meantime another brigade of the division moved to the support of the little brigade, when it was made known for the first time along the line that General Stuart had been shot and was perhaps dead in the hands of the enemy. The effect of these tidings upon a body of men al ready overpowered by continuous hard fighting can hardly be imagined. Deep grief, despair was pictured upon the face of every living man. The command was rallied and formed to make a final charge for the recovery of General Stuart’s body, alive Vr dead. Captain Dorsey, commanding a company of 1 Maryland cavalry, re quested that he might have the honor of leading the charge. This was granted. The charge was made amidst a fierce storm of bullets. “General Stuart was found lying by the side of the iron gray pros trate, rational, but completely dis abled by a gunshot wound through the center of his body. Every eye moistened as it fell upon the grace ful form outstretched, the golden hair blood-stained, the long plume, which had never been lowered by danger or despair, trailing beside him. All en treaties to induce him to leave the field were useless. He begged to be allowed to die where he had fallen within of the guns. He was first in the hearts of his followers. They would not leave him. His men lifted him gently, laid him across the saddle, and bore him away from the scene of terrible con flict.”—Confederate Veteran. FRANK STROUD ON WILLIAM J. B. William Jinglings Bryan, who will be remembered as running for presi dent a few times some years age. and who, once upon a time, husthd off his chair in Chicago, and electri fied the world by shouting, “Yon shall not press this crown of thorns up;»n the brow of labor; you shall not cru cify mankind upon a cross of gold,” has made another great discovery. He says President Roosevelt, in his speech at Provincetown, Mass., has at last disclosed his scheme for central isation, and goes on to explain the great secret, saying that Teddy was an easy victim, and that if it was the public he sought to protect he would recommend Federal remedies, which would not interfere with State reme dies, and that it is the railroads, not the public .that demand the remov al of authority to Washington. Bry an goes on to say that the demo crats can be depended upon to op pose with all their might this move ment toward centralization. Smart little Billie. Give him a watermelon, Teddy.—The Davie Record. PARAGRAPHS FROM OKLAHOMA Secretary Taft, in his speech at Oklahoma City last Saturday night, made an exhaustive review of the proposed constitution and in conclu sion said: 4 ‘lf I were a citizen of Oklahoma I would vote against the constitution,” As Secretary Taft is likely to be the next Republican can didate for the Presidency and per haps stands closer to President Roosevelt than any ofher man in. the United States, what he said concern ing the constitution is fraught with much significance and the people will pay more attention to what Taft said than to all that the politicians in Oklahoma can write or say between now and September 17th. Few of the voters will make up their mind as to how to vote on constitution from reading it. The great number will be influenced by what men, in whom they have confidence, say about con stitution. Quite natural for Democratic lead ers in this country to say, “ Leaders of the Independence League move ment are attempting to humbug the people.” It is necessary for them to say something smart in view of the fact that Democratic leaders in this country have raised the tax levy from 15 mills to 21 mills, for county pur poses. The populists in two years reduced the tax levy to 15 mills and put county on cash basis. The tax levy for this year is 21 mills. In other words it costs tax payers $1.50 on SIOO valuation to defray expenses of county government under populist rule and they pay $2.10 on the SIOO under Democratic rule. Chauncey M. Depew, in 1896, said “ There are fifty men in New York City who can close every door of all our manufactories, lock every switch on every telegraph line, and shut down every coal and iron mine in the United States. They can do this be cause they control the money which .this country produces.” And Chauncey ought to know.—The Peo ple’s Voice, Norman, Okla. A FANCY FROM FOND ANELLE. (From the Youth’s Companion.) The rose in the garden slipped her bud, And she laughed in the pride of her youthful blood, As she thought of the Gardener stand ing by— “He is old —so old! Ard lie soon will die!” The full Rose waxed in the warm June air, And she spread, and spread, till her heart lay bare; And she laughed once more as she heard his tread— “He is older now. He will soon be dead.” I But the breeze of morning blew and found That the leaves of the blown Rcse strewed the ground; And he came at noon, that Gaidener old, And he raked them swiftly under the mould. And I wove the thing to random rhyme, For the Rose is beauty, the Gar dener Time. MOB OHASES TWO THOUSAND CHINESE FROM HOMES. Vancouver, B. C., Sept. B.—A riot occurred here late tonight, in which two thousand Chinese wore driven from their homes and SIOO,OOO worth of property destroyed. The local governor of British Columbia was burned in effigy by ten thousand la boring men at the close of a parade and an anti-oriental demonstration. WATSON’S WEEKLY JEFFERSONIAN. Pages Prom My Scrap "Book. LEONA. By James G. Clark. (Competent literary critics have pronounced the following poem unsur passed by any other production of its class in our language. It is per fect in rhyme, beautiful in figure and expression): V Leona, the hour draws nigh, The hour we’ve waited so long, For the angel to open the door through the sky, That my spirit may break from its prison and try Its voice in an infinite song. Just now, as the slumbers of night Came o ’er me with peace-giving breath, The curtain, half lifted, revealed to my sight Those windows which look on the kingdom of light That borders the river of death. A vision fell solemn and sweet, Bringing gleams of a morning-lit land; I saw the white shore which the pale waters beat, And I heard the low lull as they broke at their feet Who walked on the beautiful strand. And I wondered why the spirits could cling To their clay with a struggle and sigh, When life’s purple autumn is better than spring, And the soul flies away, like a spar row, to sing In a climate where leaves never die. Leona, come close to my bed, And lay your dear hand on my brow; The same touch that thrilled me in days that are fled, And raised the lost roses of youth from the dead, Can brighten the brief moments now. We have lived from the cold world apart, And your trust was too generous and true For their hate to o’erthrow; when the slanderer’s dart Was rankling deep in my desolate heart, I was dearer than ever to you. I thank the Great Father for this, HIGH CLASS SECURITIES Among others, we mention a small block of stock in one of the largest and most conserva tive banking institutions in the Routh, which will increase 150.00 per share in the next year. This is of interest to large or small investors and will be on the market but a short time. You will find this a genuine barirain. Call or write CHAS. E. THOMPSON, Stocks and Bonds, 204 Equitable Bldtf., Atlanta, Ga. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBMMM Phinizy & Co. COTTON FACTORS Augusta, Georgia That our love is not lavished in vain; Each germ in the future will blossom to bliss, And the forms that we love, and the lips that we kiss Never shrink at the shadow of pain. By the light of this faith am I taught That my labor is only begun; In the strength of this hope have I struggled and fought With the legions of wrong, till my armor has caught The gleam of Eternity’s sun. Leona, look forth and behold From headland, from hillside and deep, The day king surrenders his banners of gold, The twilight advances through wood land and wold, And the dews are beginning to weep. The moon’s silver hair lies uncurled Down the broad-breasted mountains away; The sunset’s red glory again shall be furled On the walls of the West, o’er the plains of the world; And shall rise in a limitless way. Oh! come not in tears to my tomb, Nor plant with frail flowers the sod; There is rest among roses too sweet for its gloom, And life where the lilies eternally bloom, In the balm-breathing gardens of God. Y r et deeply those memories burn Which bind me to you and to earth, And I sometimes have thought that my being would yearn In the bowers of the beautiful home, to return *. And visit the home of its birth. ’Twould even be pleasant to stay And walk by your side to the last; But the land breeze of Heaven is be ginning to play— Life-shadows are meeting Eternity’s day, And its tumult is hushed in the past. Leona, good-bye; should the grief That is gathering now, ever be Too dark for your faith, you will long for relief, And remember, the journey, though lonesome, is brief, O’er lowland and river to me. PAGE FIFTEEN