Bemorraie tc
Bellefonte, Pa., Oct. 27. 1899.
A A HN A SH SS Se SC is.
WET WEATHER TALK.
It hain, t no use to grumble and complane,
It’s jest as cheap and easy to rejoice;
When God sorts out the weather and sends
rain,
W’y rain’s my choice.
Men giner’ly, to all intents—
Although they are apt to grumble some,
Puts most they’re trust in Providence,
And takes things as they come—
That is, the commonality
Of men that’s lived as long as me,
Has watched the world enough to
learn
They're not the boss of this concern.
With some or course, it’s different—
I’ve seen young men that knewed it all,
And didn’t like the way things went
On this terrestial ball;
But all the same, the rain some way
Rained jest as hard on picnic day;
Er when they railly wanted it,
It maybe wouldn't rain a bit!
In this existence dry and wet
Will overtake the best of men—
Some little skift 0’ clouds’ll shet
The snow off now and then,
And maybe whilst you're wundern
who
You've foollike lent your umberl’l to
And want it—out’ll pop the sun,
And you'll be glad you hain’t got
none!
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It hain’t no use to grumble and compiane;
It’s jest as cheap and easy to rejoice
When God sorts out the weather and sends
rain.
W’y rain’s my choice.
—Riley
DUDLEY BARRINGTON’S LESSON.
Milly Barrington was only 18 when she
came to live at Holly Lodge. Very young
to be married, said the gossips of the
neighborhood, still younger to assume all
the cares and responsibilities of a house-
hold. And there were not lacking doleful
prophets who declared with eyes rolled up
and mouths drawn down that Mrs. Bar-
rington never would ‘‘get on'’ with the old
gentleman.
‘‘He'is so fastidious,’’ said one.
“So difficult to suit,’’ said another.
‘His ideal is so impossibly high,’ de-
clared a third.
But to their surprise—perhaps a little to
their disappointment—DMilly and her fath-
er-in-law were the best of friends from the
very first moment in when they looked up-
on each other’s face.
Milly was anxious to learn, so eager to
comprehend the ins and outs of the great,
roomy old house, so ambitious to excel
every housekeeper in the neighborhood,
that the old gentleman said, with a smile,
to his son:
“Don’t let your little wife undertake too
much, Dudley.”
And Dudley Barrington answered, with
a yawn:
“There's no danger of that sir. The
ladies of Holly Lodge have always been
first rate housekeepers, you know. And if
a woman is at work she isn’t spending
money foolishly or gossiping.”
Mr. Barrington’s keen blue eyes regarded
his son sharply for a moment.
“Do you think Milly is addicted to
either of those pernicious practices ?’’ he
asked.
“They come natural to all women, don’t
they 2”? said Dudley, shrugging his
shoulders.
“Not at all I? said his father.
And in his soul he wondered if Dudley
was really worthy of such a jewel as Milli-
cent.
So the weeks went on, and Milly stood
bravely to her helm, until one bright Octo-
ber day the old gentleman, chancing to
pass the low kitchen window where the
vines made a screen of moving shadow,
looking smilingly into where his daughter-
in-law was at work.
“Have you got a glass of cool milk for
me, little girl ?’’ said he.
Milly brought the milk promptly.
‘‘See, papa,”’ she said, triumphantly
pointing to the table, “what a baking I
have done to-day ! Three apple pies, three
loaves of bread, a pan of biscuit, a cake
and a dozen plum tarts!”
“Bravo!” said Mr. Barrington. ‘‘But
Milly, why are you baking? Where is
Hannah ?"’
‘“‘Hannah wanted her wages raised,”
said Milly soberly, ‘and Dudley said it
was all nonsense keeping a girl when I was
so fond of housework. So she has
gone.’
“But are you fond of housework?’ he
asked. ‘‘In itself, as an abstract thing, I
mean ?”’
‘Yes, papa,’’ Milly answered with some
hesitation. “But I’m a little tired this
morning. I rose and swept the house
through before breakfast so as to have
time for the baking.”
“You are a good little girl,”’ said the
father-in-law. ‘But we mustn’t let you
work too hard.’’
‘Papa,’ said Milly, with downcast
lashes and a deep pink shadow creeping
over her cheek, ‘‘Ive heen thinking for
some time that—that—"’
“Well?” said Mr. Barrington encourag-
ingly.
“That 1 should like to ask you for a lit-
tle money,”’ faltered Milly.
“Money !”” he echoed in surprise.
“Doesn’t Dudley give you all you
want ?’’
Once more Milly hesitated.
‘‘He wants to know what everything is
for,”’ said she. ‘‘He thinks two shillings
is too much for ribbon, and he says hats
ought to be had cheaper than three shill-
ings each, and he declares it’s all nonsense
to buy kid gloves when cotton will do as
well. And I do need another hat since
the rain spoiled my best one, but I don’t
like to ask him for it.”’
“Do you mean to say,’’ said Mr. Bar-
rington, leaning his elbows on the sill,
“that you don’t have a regular allowance
every week ?”’
“No, papa,’’ said Milly, lifting her pret-
tily arched brows. ‘‘Dudley says women
don’t know how to use money and that a
wife should always receive every half-pen-
ny she spends from her husband. And I
can tell you, papa, because you are so kind
to rae—I am so ashamed to have him think
me extravagant, and I really need so many
little things that men haven’t any idea of.
It’s a little hard sometimes.’’
Mr. Barrington took his purse out of
his pocket and laid it on the window
sill.
“Here, little girl,”’ he said, ‘youn have
earned the contents of that a dozen times
over.”’
Milly reached up to kiss him through
the vine leaves.
“Oh, papa, you are such a darling,”
she said.
He only patted her cheek in reply.
“Dudley don’t know what a treasure he
has got,” he pondered as he kept on his
walk up to the front veranda, where a
great chestnut tree was showering its
blooms over the steps and the balmy sun-
shine slept on the painted floor. ‘‘Heis
making a Circassian slave out of that dear
little woman.”’
And he took his book and stretched him-
self comfortably out in the hammock for
his evening’s reveries.
It was the next day that his son came to
him in the library, where a little fire of
logs had been kindled, for a chilly north-
west rain had blown all the yellow maple
leaves away, and the sunshine was ob-
secured in driving clouds.
‘“Well, my boy,”’ said his father kindly,
‘you arc off to the city, I suppose ?’’
‘‘Yes, sir,’”’ said Mr. Barrington Jr., a
tall, straight, handsome young man, with
a brown complexion and sparkling eyes.
‘And hefore I go perhaps you had better
give me a check if it’s convenient.”
“A check?’ said his father. “For
what ?”’
“I’m about out of ready cash,’’ said
Dudley carelessly, ‘and a little spending
money would come very handy for current
expenses.’’
“Ah! And what are you going to
buy ?”’
Dudley looked at his father in
amazement.
“I need a summer suit, sir,”’ said he,
Hand?’ —
‘Yes, yes,”” nodded the old gentleman.
‘And how much do you pay for a summer
suit now ?”’
“Oh, six or seven pounds,’’ answered
Dudley.
*‘Six or seven pounds!” echoed Mr.
Barrington. ‘‘Isn’t that rather vague?’
““A fellow never knows exactly,’”’ ex-
plained Dudley.
‘Ah, but you ought to know,’’ inter-
rupted the old gentleman. ‘‘And now I
am on the subject, you buy your clothes of
Poole, don’t you? Aren’t there cheaper
places ?
Dudley ignored the question and
said :
“I’ve a little bill at the cigar shop to
settle, and there are some new books I
should like to read.”’
“‘Just send in the bills to me,’’ said the
old gentleman. ‘‘I’ll pay them.’’
‘“The hootmaker, sir.”’
““You must try and not be too extrava-
gant with your boots. Young men have so
many fictitious wants nowadays. But, as
I said before, let all the bills be sent to me.
And as for the spending money, here is
enough for the present.”
He drew out a half sovereign and handed
it to his son. Dudley stared at it in
amazement.
“I expected a check, sir,” said he,
somewhat discomfited.
“Did you?”
“It isn’t agreeable to be put on such an
allowance,”’ went on Dudley sharply. “I'm
not accustomed to it.”’
‘Not agreeable, eh?’ said his father,
comfortably adjusting his feet on an em-
broidered rest. ‘‘Then why do you prac-
tice the system with you wife ?”’
“I give her all that she needs to spend,”’
said Dudley, coloring up.
“And I have given you all that you
need.”
“I am a man!” said Dudley.
“And she is a woman!” retorted his
father.
“I am the manager of your warehouse,
and I claim my honest remuneration as
such,’’ cried Dudley. “I am no beggar.
There is not a penny that I ask for that I
do not earn.
“That is Millicent’s case exactly,’’ said
the wise old advocate. ‘‘Shie does the
work of the house and does it well. She is
an economist in every sense of the word.
Is it right that she should receive merely
her hoard and clothes? Is she not entitled
to a regular allowance to spend as she
pleases? Do not think me a meddlesome
old foggy. my son,’’ he added, rising and
placing his hand kindly on his son’s
shoulder. ‘‘But I have been observing all
these things, and I merely wanted to give
you a personal application of this lesson in
economy. You see how it humiliates one
to have to beg humbly for the money that
one has honestly earned—to be called upon
for an account of every penny one wishes
to spend. Don’t put your wife into such
a false position as this. Treat her as one
of the firm of Barrington & Co.”’
“Dudley stood still a moment, ponder-
ing, and then said, earnestly.
“I will sir. You are right !”’
And Milly was delighted that very day
tc receive a check for an ample sum of
money from her husband.
“Is it all for me ?’? she cried with glit-
tering eyes.
“Yes ; all,”” Dudley answered, laugh-
ing.
Bat what am I to do with so much
money 2’
“Lock it up in your desk, dear,”’ he an-
swered, ‘‘and spend it for your needs as
they occur.”
“‘But I never had so much before all at
one time !’’ exclaimed the amazed Milly.
‘No, you never had, more shame to
me,’’ acknowledged Dudley. ‘‘But I have
come to the conclusion, Milly, that you
are no child to be given a few shillings at a
time. You are my housekeeper and de-
serve your regularsalary. Ishall give you
£5 for your own personal expenses at the
beginning of every month, and you shall
use and economize it as you choose. The
household expenses, of course, will be paid
out of the common stock.”’
*‘Oh, Dudley, I never felt so rich in my
life !’? said she. ‘‘Now I can dress like
other women and give a little money to
the church and help the poor and feel in-
dependent! And I can lay by alittle, too,
Dudley, every month! Oh, you shall see
what an excellent manager I can be.’’
Dudley Barrington'looked at his young
wife, with a sharp prick of conscience at
his heart. Why had he never made her so
innocently happy before? Simply because
it had never occurred to him.
And Milly ran eagerly to her father-in-
law. 3
‘‘Papa,’’ she cried, ‘I am to have £5 a
month all for my own self and never to
give an account of a penny of it unless I
please ! It is Dudley’s own offer. Isn’t
he kind ?”’
And Colonel Barrington smiled and pat-
ted her head aud answered with a touch of
sarcasm :
“Very kind indeed !"’—Chicago Times-
Herald.
Quer 30,000,000 People Live in the Affected Areas.
The famine affected areas of British ter-
ritory in India, comprise 100,000 miles
containing 15,000,000 people and 250,000
miles of native States, with the same num-
ber of people, this estimate being given by
C. M. Rivas, of the Supreme council of
India.
Mr. Rivaz said he thought the extreme
limit of high prices has been reached.
Food supplies from Nurma and Bengal will
be sufficient.
Aibinos Are Fast Disappearing.
Few of the Pink Eyed People Exiled From Acadie.
The disappearance of the pink-eyed
Pittsleys is fast being accomplished, and it
is probably only a question of a few years
when the albinos of Massachusetts will
live only in tradition. Not a dozenof the
white-haired, pink-eyed people can now
be found in the region where more than 50
lived at one time a quarter of a century
ago. So few are they that the younger
generation about here includes many chil-
dren who have not yet seen an albino
where albinos were familiar sights to their
father and mothers. Some people may
see in this only another evidence of the
law of suppy and demand. For many
years the attractiveness of the albino in
dime museums and circuses has been di-
mished and the births of the queer little
babies have also become fewer. This is
the theory that is vehemently denied by
the albinos themselves. They are alto-
gether to shy and haughty to permit them-
selves to be hired out to show folks. In-
deed, they haughtily deny any suggestion
that Barnum and his contemporaries ever
were able to induce any of their pink-eyed
white-headed ancestors to figure in side-
shows, although tradition has nurtured
the belief that this region formerly fur-
nished al! the albinos used by museums
and circuses for exhibition purposes.
The more probable theory is that the
disappearance of the albinos is due sole-
ly to the falling off of intermarriages
among the Pittsleys and Reynoldses and
their observance of the laws of consang-
uinity. The women, while more reserved
and clannish than the men, even, have
without design or forethought brought
this about by marrying into families with
which the Pittsleys had never been allied.
These later marriages have taken them out
of the unhealthful methods of life that ex-
isted among them, and have probably re-
sulted in the restoration of the pigment in
their blood to such an amount that the
family characteristic does not appear in
the children of such marriages. It may be
due to this, or, if you believe the Pittsleys,
it is only that the hand of fate has been
lifted from them.
The story of the albinos begins more
than a century and a half ago. It was
about then that traces of them appeared
in the records of the country and town
in such a fashion that there is no doubt
about the length of the albino line. Mem-
bers of the Pierce family, of Freetown,
Mass., who have been connected with the
administration of town uifairs since the
foundation of the settlement, have taken
sufficient interest in the albino cases to
keep some track of their appearances in
the locality. The albinos began with the
tragedy of Acadie. When the English de-
ported Evangeline and her friends, not
only Louisiana, but other settlements also
along the Atlantic coast received their
quota of the exiles. Freetown was one of
these places. It had been unable to supply
its quota of soldiers to the army, and at
Freetown accordingly the English left fif-
teen men and some women.
The miserable ones who were landed in
Freetown without means of sustenance
went into the woods in their wretchedness
and built huts and cabins for shelter. Some
of the descendants of the Acadians are
still living ahout Freetown, and are highly
respected and in comfortable circumstances.
Just which of the fifteen Acadians became
the ancestors of the albinos the records
do not show, but the name on the town
and country records is given variously as
Pittsley, Piggsley and even Hoggsley.
They are generally known as ‘‘Jucket
folks,”? and this is traced back to an Aca-
dian with the name of Jacquet, which was
corrupted into Jucket. None of the name
of “‘Jucket’’ has been living for ten years,
but while any of the name did live it was
in miserable cabins and huts in out-of-the-
way places inthe woods. The name Jucket
was accordingly applied to such rude habit-
ations wherever found. And they were
almost always found occupied by albinos
or white-headed Pittsleys. Early in the
eighteenth century a Robert Pittsley made
his appearance in the records as an albino.
He was first heard of in 1781, and was
connected in some way with the Acadian
Jacquets.
The Pittsleys were clannish, and the
appearance of each baby with the pink-
colored eyes attracted so much attention
to them that they acquired a habit of
moving frequently from one lonely loca-
tion to some other equally remote, where
a carelessly erected shelter with one room
protected the largest families. Sometimes
as many as thirteen adults and children
occupied one room, with a loft on top,
reached by a ladder.
The Pittsleys resented the curiosity
aroused by their appearance in villages,
and resolutely burrowed deeper and deep-
er into the woods, while the children grew
up like little savages and led a gipsy exist-
ence, until every horse trading yarn of or
story of a swap in the region was laid to
a white-headed Pittsley. The morality ot
the women has always been above reproach,
and the marriage tie always held in almost
fanatical esteem.
Medical authority holds the cause of al-
binism to be the absence of pigment in
the body and that it may be hereditary.
About 100 albinos have been horn since
Robert Pittsley, and the characteristic
seems to be transmitted through the male
and the female line. In one case they were
six albino children in a Pittsley family,
one only being a girl. She married and
had three pink-eyed babies in her own
family. One of these has married into a
family of entirely different social posi-
tion. Sheis a really beautiful women,
with rich ruby red eyes marked with the
peculiar vibrations seen in the eyes of al-
binos. Her hair is exquisite. Her hus-
band’s name is that of one of the most
famous historical rulers of the Massa-
chusetts colony. None of her children has
yet appeared with the albino features.
Others of the same generation have left
their old haunts. They have spread them-
selves over new territory in the State and
in Rhode Island, and have married other
than Pittsleys or Reynoldses, the latter
being the only family with which for a
long time they had any tender relations.
No new albinos have been heard of among
the children of these marriages, and it is
now believed by those who have taken an
interest in the peculiar people that the
strain may die out rapidly.
One of the characteristics that make an
albino so marked is the exquisite white
hair, which preserves its silkiness throngh
all neglect. Where cared for properly it
is soft as swan’s down, and distinctly dif-
ferent from the befrizzed exhibit of the
side show. The peculiarity of the red
eyes is great. Apparently they are unable
to sustain the light, and, furthermore, the
albino desires to conceal the difference be-
tween his eyes and those of ordinary peo-
ple. The result is that the lids are half
closed usually. But when the lids are
opened and a full look is given the red
eyes are startling. They vibrate and seem
fo shoot lines of red light.—New York
un.
The South in the War.
Splendid Record of Southerners in the Spanish War
and in the Philippines.
The long list of officers killed and wound-
ed during the struggle of the last eighteen
months includes a large share of Southern
names. As largea share of the names
known to the Southland may be found in
the list of the officers of the Army and Navy
who during the same time have distinguish-
ed themselves for heroism. Saffold, killed
Saturday at the head of his men in a charge
at Noveleta in the Philippines, claimed the
same Alabama home as does Hobson of Mer-
rimac fame. Worth Bagley, the only naval
officer killed during the Spanish War,came
from North Carolina. A negro was killed
by a fragment of the shell which struck
Bagley down. The dying ensign asked
that the negro receive the first care. Victor
Blue, Southerner and Annapolis graduate,
dared the fate that overtook Nathan Hale
during the Revolution by traversing with a
single companion the island of Porto Rico,
subsequently reporting to the American
authorities the disposition of the island’s
defensive forces. Andrew S. Rowan, Vir-
ginian and West Pointer, dared death in a
similar way by piercing to the heart of
Cuba before any other American soldier
had set foot on its soil.
Twenty years ago there entered West
Point with the writer of this article two
Southern boys—William E. Shipp and
William H. Smith. They met each other
for the first time as they left the ferryboat
to toil up the steep hill leading to the hotel.
Their orders of appointments as cadets gave
them until the next day to report for ex-
amination. The two young Southerners
occupied the same room: at the hotel; they
passed their examinations together; they
tented together during the troublesome
months of pleb camp; they roomed together
during the four years of their cadet course,
and finally joined the same regiment as
Second Lieutenants, the Tenth United
States Cavalry We used to speak of Shipp
and Smith as Damon and Pythias, and
more than once it was jocosely remarked
that in order to carry the comradeship to a
dramatic end they ought to die together.
Smithand Shipp were shot and killed with-
in five minutes while they were leading
their dismounted black troopers up the
slopes of San Juan Hill.
In the same West Point class was John
Heard of Mississippi. Head is now a Cap-
tain in the Third United States Cavalry.
On the way to take part in the battles be-
fore Santiago the transport to which Heard
and his immediate command were assigned
ran close to a point of land where a large
body of Spaniards were in ambush. The
decks of the transport were swept by Mau-
ser bullets for half an hour. It was neces-
sary to transmit orders from forward to aft.
This could only be done by the appoint-
ment of a man to do the duty. Every step
of the messenger’s way was one of immi-
nent danger, though this fact at first was
not realized. Two men were ordered to
the dangerous duty, and they were both
shot in quick succession. Capt. Heard
said : “‘I’ll ask no more of my men to ex-
pose themselves. Give me your orders.”
For twenty minutes he carried messages
from one end of the vessel to the other,
though Mauser bullets cut his blouse,splin-
tered the deck and splintered the railings
about him. Every stride of his way was
marked by the leaden volleys, yet he came
through unscathed. Xe now wears the
medal of honor given ‘For Valor.”’
In the blood of its sons in Cubaand the
Philippines the union of North and South
has been cemented.
Commercial Men and Trusts,
President Dowe, of the Commercial
Travelers National League, assumes that
the 250,000 traveling commercial men in
the United States will be a potent if not a
controlling factor in the next Presidential
election. They are against trusts for the
reason that the combinations of capital and
energy to lessen the cost of production to
consumers, largely dispense with commer-
cial travelers.
President Dowe declares that the 350,000
commercial men will drum anti-monopoly
into the ears of 4,500,000 voters during each
twenty-four hours, and he assumes that
they will be the most important champions
of the anti-trust cause.
One feature of the political crusade of the
commercial men seems to have heen over-
looked by President Dowe. This is an age
of free schools and universal newspapers,
and every consumer of average intelligence
knows that the consumers are to-day pay-
ing the needless cost of the 350,000 travel-
ing commercial men.
Their salaries and expenses add just so
much to every article consumed by the peo-
ple, and the business combinations which
have in nearly or quite every instance re-
duced the cost of necessaries to consumer,
are enabled to do so because they deal more
directly with the consumers and wipe out
the great army of middlemen who are to-
day maintained wholly by the consumers
of the country.
There is very widespread hostility to the
monopoly features of our trusts, but it is
not because they greatly lessen the cost of
production and the delivery of articles to
consumers. When the iron hand of monop-
oly is felt by increased prices to consumers
there will be aggressive rebellion, and all
classes and conditions of our people will
demand such regulations of our trusts by
State and nation as will strip them of the
power to arbitrarily oppress the people by
increased cost of products.
There will be many and powerful champ-
ions against trusts im the next campaign,
but they will not be the commercial travel-
ers of the country who must simply plead
with the consumer to pay the additional
cost of their support on the necessaries of
life.
The White Sheep of Alaska.
This rare, wild white sheep, says ‘‘Out-
ing’’ is found nowhere in the world but
Alaska, and few specimens for mounting
whole have ever been obtained. This
species, named Ovisdalli by Professor Dall,
differs from its cousin, the Rocky moun-
tain big horn (Ovis montana) in color, O
montana being a dull brown in mid sum-
mer, changing to a grayish drab in winter,
with a light ashy colored over the ramp all
the year, while the O. dalli is snow white
at all seasons—in fact there is not a colored
hair on any part of his body. He is not =o
stockily built as our ‘*big horn,’’ yet more
trim and shapely. Two of my specimens
stood forty-two inches at the shoulder. His
limbs are not quite so heavy, and his horns
will not average as large at the base, al-
though quite as long. The horns of my
largest specimen of 1897 measured forty-
one and a quarter inches in circumference
at the base.
The flesh is the most delicious of all wild
game. In the summer this sheep lives
chiefly on the rich, succulent growth of the
Aspleninm septentrionale, which grows in
the crevices of the rock on the sunny slopes
of this rugged range. This beautiful ani-
mal must endure hardships to survive the
winters of this icy North.
An Agate Bridge.
Wonderful Sight in Arizona's Petrified Forest.—
Colors in Wood Turned to Stone.
To my mind, next to the Grand Canyon
of the Colorado, the most interesting and
impressive of the natural wonders of this
great Arizona museum is the petrified for-
est, which is nearly 100 square miles, with-
in easy distance, either on foot or horse-
back, from Billings Station, on the Sante
Fe Railroad ; but it can be more easily
reached by carriage from Holbrook, where
better accommodations can be found. The
government explorers have christened it
Chalcedony Park.
The surface of the ground for miles and
miles around is covered with gigantic logs
three or four feet in diameter, petrified to
the core. Many of them are translucent.
All present the most beautiful shades of
blue, yellow, pink, purple, red and gray.
Some are like gigantic amethysts, some re-
semble the smoky topaz, and some are as
pure and white as alabaster. At places the
chips of agate from the trunks that have
crumbled lie a foot deep upon the ground,
and it is easy to obtain cross sections of
trees showing every vein and even the
bark. Comparatively little of this agate
has been used in manufacturing, although
it is easy to obtain. Manufacturing jewel-
ers of New York have made table tops and
boxes and other articles from strips that
have been sent them, and if the material
were not so abundant its beauty would
command enormous prices. Where you
can get a carload of jewelry for nothing
you are not likely to pay high prices for
it.
A bird’s-eye view of the petrified forests
on a sunny day suggests a gigantic kaleido-
scope. The surface of the earth resembles
an infinite variety of rainbows. The geol-
ogists say this great plain, now 5,000 feet
above the sea, was once covered by a for-
est, which was submerged for ages in water
strongly charged with minerals, until the
fibres of the trees were thoroughly soaked
and transformed into eternal stone. Many
of the trunks are still packed in a decom-
posite of fine clay, which was left by the
receding waters, but the erosion of the
wind has pulverized much of the clay and
carried it off in the air, exposing the se-
crets that nature buried under its surface.
One great tree spans a deep gulch forty
feet wide. It lies where it fell centuries,
perhaps ages, ago, and is a most heautiful
specimen of petrified wood. The rings
and the bark can he easily traced through
the translucent agate, and it is firm enough
and strong enough to last as many centur-
ies as it has already spent in its peculiar
position. It is undoubtedly the only
bridge of agate in the world, and alone is
worth worth a long journey to see.
The Indians of the Southwest used to
visit the petrified forests frequently to obtain
agate for their arrow and spear heads, and
the material was scattered gver the entire
continent by exchange between the differ-
ent tribes, from the Isthmus of Panama to
Behring Strait. The great deposit here ex-
plains where all the arrow heads of moss
agate came from, and other weapons and
implements of similar material that are
found in the Indian mounds and graves of
the Central and Western States. In the
stone age the agate of the petrified forests
was the very best material that could be
obtained for both the implements of war
and peace aud for the aborigines. A
scalping knife could be made very easily
from cue of the chips of agate and could he
ground to a very fine edge. Many crystals
were used for jewelry and ornament also.
Roasted at the Stake.
Fiendish Negro had Cremated a Family Alive. Drag-
ged Perpetrator of a Hideous Crime to the Scene
of His Murder and Burned Him.
Joe Leflore, a negro, at St. Anue, Miss.,
was burned at the stake here Friday night
for a crime even more horrible than the
vengeance wrecked upon him.
Even as he was being dragged to the
spot where he knew he must be tortured to
death he told with bratal frankness how,
on Wednesday night, with two other
negroes, he had gone to the house of J. H.
Gambrill, tied Mrs. Gambrill and her four
children together on the floor of the house,
saturated the surroundings with kerosene,
robbed the house and cremated the bound
victims alive.
DEAD IN THE RUINS OF THEIR HOME.
Early Saturday morning the charred bodies
of Mrs. Gambrill, her two grown daughters
and her two little sons were found in a
heap in the smoking ruins of their home.
The husband, who was absent, was
known to have left a large sum of money
in the house, and investigation led to the
certainty that not an accident, but a hide-
ous crime, had occurred.
It was discovered that Lefloreand anoth-
er negro had disappeared, and, as circum-
stances pointed to their guilt, they were
pursued.
THE MURDERER CAPTURED.
Early last evening Leflore was captured,
several miles from the scene of the murder.
He vigorously protested his innocence,
and tried to convince the posse which cap-
tured him that Bob and Andrew Smith
had committed the crime. But finally he
broke down, and said that he was guilty.
He said he hoped for no mercy, and recited
all the details of what he had done.
He declared that Bob and Andrew Smith
were with him, and these two were also
captured.
BURNED ON SCENE OF HIS CRIME.
“Burn him!” “Burn him alive !”
yelled the mob, and dragging the three
negroes along, it started back to St. Anne’s.
On the way Andrew Smith escaped. The
other two were taken to the yard where
the Gambrill residence had stood, and tied
to stakes driven in the ground. Wood
from the ruins of the house were piled high
around them and then set on fire.
Bob Smith had not confessed, and fran-
tically protested his innocence. Finally
the mob began to doubt his guilt, and he
was cub loose, badly burned, but not fatally.
No such mercy was shown to Leflore.
He made no effort to deny his guilt as the
flames rose around him, and his pleading
was only that some one in’ mercy send a
bullet through his head.
The crowd made no response save jeers
and reproaches, and stood about him grim-
ly watching his torture until his cries ceas-
ed, and he was burned to a crisp.
Here's a Little Bee Story.
Robbed of their Honey, they Promptly Re-seized It.
A curious incident of the bee world, says
London Z7it-Bits, is reported from Hamp-
shire. A cottager took two large bars of
honey and a square section from one of his
hives. This honey he put in a large pan
and covered it with a cloth, placing it in
an upstairs room of his cottage. During
the day the bees got scent of the honey
through the open window, and the whole
hive entered the room, crept under the
cloth cover, and took away all the honey
in an incredibly short time, and stored it
in their hive again. The quantity was
about ten pounds in weight.
A Blind Hunter,
“Tom” Johnson, of Jessamine County, Ky., Is a Ver-
itable Wonder.
Near this place, among the cliffs of
Jessamine county, is the modest home of
‘Tom’ Johnson. Since early youth
Johnson has been blind, but notwithstaud-
ing this fact, he is one of the most enthusi-
astic fox hunters in the State. Often he
follows his hounds alone among the Ken-
tucky Kiver cliffs, going at a gallop that
one with keen vision would not dare imi-
tate, and although he has been doing this
for many years he has never met with an
accident. He knows every nook and crook *
in the cliffs, and when he comes to a very
dangerous point he dismounts, takes hold
of his horse’s tail and the animal guides
him to safety.
A short time ago a party of hunters from
Madison and Garrard counties came here
and with the local hunters spent several
nights chasing the fox. Johnson was with
them, and on the second night they lost
their bearings, became separated, and none
of them except Johnson was able to make
their way out of the cliffs that night. The
following day three of the hunters came to-
gether at Wolf’s Point. Much apprehen-
sion was felt for the safety of the blind
man and they decided to go to his home,
several miles away, to learn of him. They
did so and found him seated on the veran-
da playing the violin.
Jobnson owns several fine hounds and
frequently trades dogs, and gets the best
of it about as often as he is worsted, he
possessing the wonderful ability of tell-
ing by touch the animal’s good qualities,
the color of the coat and the number of
spots on the body, and he can always tell
his dogs from the others by feeling
them. Years ago, Philip Harrison, an
old hunter, died in this county, and in
his will he bequeathed his fox horn to Col-
onel Jack Chinn, of Harrodsburg. A few
weeks ago Johnson rode over to Colonel
Chinn’s and the horn was shown him. He
had hardly taken it in his hands when he
exclaimed : “Why, this is Phil Harri-
sons old horn, and I haven’t seen it
before in twenty-five years.”
It was Johnson who solved the “Phan.
tom Fox’’ mystery that for many months
puzzled the hnnters of this and other
counties. Week in and week out this fox
Jed the dogs a merry dance, but each
night, after ranning the dogs nearly t
death, its trail would be lost in the blue-
grass pasture in the Poor Nick neighbor-
hood. Johnson heard of this and sent
word that he wanted to hunt the phantom,
50 a hunt was arranged. On the appointed
day hunters from Garrard, Boyle, Lincoln,
Madison, Washington and Anderson Coun-
ties congregated near Ebenezer Church
with the pick of their packs, determined
to give the phantom the run of his life.
Reynard was jumped at 8 o'clock at
night, and after traversing many miles of
country with the dogs in hot pursuit he
reached the pasture at 12 o'clock, and
there, as before, his trail vanished. John-‘
sen, mounted on a fine saddle horse, led
the chase, and reaching the pasture he
heard the tinkling of several bells and was
told that a flock of fifty sheep were grazing
in the same pasture. *‘That explains it,’’
exclaimed the sightless Johnson; ‘‘you will
(ind Mr. Fox on the back of one of those
sheep.” And such proved to be the case.
Upon bezoming tired the sly animal would
strike for the pasture, mount the back of
one of the Cotswolds and take a ride, thus
bafiling the hunters.
For Whom Yeon May Vote.
Officicl Ballot of Eight Columns Certified by State
Secretary.
The official ballot to be cerified by the
Secreiary of the Commonwealth this year
will contain eight columns. They will
run across the face of the hallot in this
order :
tepublican—State Treasurer, James E.
Barnett ; Judge of the Supreme Court, J.
Hay Brown ; Judge of the Superior Court,
John I.. Mitchell.
Democratic—State Treasurer, William
T. Creasy ; Supreme. Court, S. Leslie Mes-
trezat ; Superior Court, Charles J. Reilly.
Prohibition—State Treasurer, John M.
Caldwell ; Supreme Court, Agib Ricketts ;
Superior Court, Harold L. Robinson.
People’s—State Treasurer, Justus Wat-
kins ; Supreme Court, John H. Stevenson ;
Superior Court, Nathan L. Atwood.
Socialist Labor—Court will determine
next week which faction of the party,
which has filed two sets of nominations, is
entitled to a place on the ballot.
Union Reform-—State Treasurer, Samuel
D. Wood ; Supreme Court, John H. Stev-
enson ; no nomination for Superior Court.
Bryan Anti-Trust--State Treasurer Wm.
T. Creasy ; Supreme Judge S. Leslie Mes-
trezat ; Superior Court, Charles J. Reilly.
The eighth and last column is blank and
reserved for the voter who is not pleased
with any of the tickets, and who desires to
vote for other persons not named hy any
party.
—-—An action of the Presbyterian church
gynod in Western Pennsylvania brings
into prominence a pathetic illustration
of those who are growing old and being
forced by declining years from active use-
fulness.
The synced decided to remove Dr. A. B.
Miller from the presidency of Waynes-
barg College, a responsibility he had filled
for the past forty-nine years. The only
reason given for the change was that Doc-
tor Miller had become too aged for the
work, and he was proffered the chair of
philosophy at the nominal compensation of
$800 per year. Most touchingly the vener-
able college president pleaded that he
might be allowed to round out a half cen-
tury of service before being finally shelved,
submitting in his support a petition, signed
by all but one of the 400 students in the
institution last year, asking that he be re- *
tained. But the synod was not to be,
moved, and Dr. Miller was deposed.
A THOUSAND TONGUES could not ex-
press the rapture of Annie E. Springer, of
Philadelphia, when Dr. King’s New Dis-
covery cured her of a hacking cough that
for many years had made life a burden.
She says : ‘‘After all other remedies and
doctors failed it soon removed pain in my
chest and I can now sleep soundly, some-
thing I can scarcely remember doing before.
I feel like sounding its praises throughout
the Universe.” Dr. King’s New Discov-
ery is guaranteed to cure all troubles of
the Throat, Chest or Lungs. Price 50c.
and $1.00. Trial bottles free at I. Potts
Green’s Drug Store.
——Remember in shipping your ap-
ples this year that the barrel must
be of legal dimensions or be marked ‘‘short
barrel’’ under penalty of $5 for every small
barrel used. The specified size is: Head
diameter, 17} inches; length of stave, 27}
inches; bulge not less than 64 inches out-
side measurement. f