A NONG OF HOPE, or if it snows; world has one sweet rose ! prayer and sing your song: the harbor lights «re long ! Never mind about the weather, though the storm be sweeping far; the splendor of a star! Never mind about the weather; for the loneliest ship draws near QO'er the blackest the harbor lights shine clear, {Atlanta Constitution. BY WILLIAM G. LEE. At the head valley high up the Boston untains, little stream rushes abruptly with boisterous conceit from n ern in the face cliffs, bearing of a picturesque little among the foothills of a turbulent and Cav- is of rocky, overhanging the befitting title of Roaring River. On the banks of noisy boaster, out of reach of threatening power, though still com- manding an excellent view of mysterious source, I sat late in afternoon of a sultry July day. ated with the ceaseless whimsicalities of the stream and lulled by the silent surroundings my comfortable geat I had relapsed into a meditative from which I was suddenly aroused by the greeting, ‘‘How d’'ve do!” in an easy, drawling tone. 1 turned toward the speaker, a man some thirty-two or thirty-three years old, tall broad-shouldered, jow chested. of loose build, with straight, yellow hairand ragged beard of reddish hue. He was clad in coarse homespun cotton shirt and snufl- colored jean trousers. His feet were shod with coarse cowhide the legs this 1 the Sati and mood, and hol- y ong boots, t up and held by the ear-like straps of his heavy footgear. “Powerful warm,’ leaned a long, muzzle-loading rifle against tree, and mopping the perspiration from his face with a red bandanna handkerchief about his neck, } himself down edge, where, upon a huge flat surface of the aside his broad-brimmed hat, until they m bottoms of his trousers caugh he added, as he my } 1 O08eLY wi rn yroceeded jected his ’ 1 dipped with theend o simultaneous] in potat al PECKON teacher,’ | gained the plied in eidec distinetion. “Wall n I'm right you Mr. ——Wilkeson, ain't i inquired. ‘‘Wilkinson,'” I respor “SW.i-l-k-i-n-s-0-n, Wilkinson. you live near here? “Yas, down on the first this side of Dr. Tyler's plantation jest at the foot of Hog's Back. My name is Joslyn Ike Joslyn every- body calls me.” “I am very glad to haye met you, Mr. Joslyn,’ 1 said. “I wish t the acquaintance of all the people in the district as fast as I find oppor- tunity. Have you any children? 1] have none of your name on my roll yet, though I am told that the season of cultivating is past, there will be quits tion to the 1018 101 the after he [iew said of the bank that I enjoye YW, led ; Do lear clearing i OmnaKe as 800n ns the crops an addi- number of pupils now in ‘all, yes,”” he returned, ‘I've got fo They ain't none of um old enough to go to school, though, but Hetty, and she has to take care of the rest. Jest as soon as I can git any one to take care of the house and children, I'm going to send Hetty to school. Hetty takes to larnin’. knows all her letters now.” he said with evident pride. “How many scholars have you got?”’ ‘“*About thirty." “I s'pose Nate Watson's children go?’ looking at me inquiringly. “Yes, '}l answered, "1 have eight from there.’ The school’s a thing,’’ he continued presently. ‘'1I wasn’t raised in this yere backwoods country, I came from Pike county, Illinoiz, and I believe in gettin’ an ejykashun. I never had much chance when I wuz a boy. I'd like to go to ir ir. She ing earnestness, Ike's earnestness impressed me, agements of my short experience as n public school teacher in the woods of Arkansas. Did not the Hon. Oba- and write after he had married and become the father of a family? And Andrew Johnson, executive of this great nation, was he arithmetic? I was late that night and supper was waiting for me. Betsy Ann's Jaws were working. The widow and or twenty-five-year's-old daughter, Betsy Ann, seldom indulged in the extravagant habit of dipping snuff, but chewed plug tobacco of their own production and manufacture ns » substitute. Whatever the cause, all sign of Betsy Ann's disturbed equili- brium disappeared when, seated at the supper table, I rehearsed my in- terview with Ike Joslyn. “Jost like him,”’ said the widow. “He's a terrible vacillating sort o’ man. Those Pike county fellars are never no account. ‘‘He's got a nice piece of bottom land, but he's too lazy to fence it in and clear it up, and he keeps on crap more’'n . now. He ain't got ‘Pretty near four,’ Ann. “Did Ike say anything about pro- tracted meetin’ 7?’ sald the widow at wait too long, first pinkin’ll come on.” “Deacon Brown said last Sunday The Late in the day, weary does. Recognizing the home of Mr. Watson's family consisted of four children by his first wife, Mrs. Watson's five children by a former husband, and three children, fruit of the present alliance. On this ocea- the children were all, except line and the two younger, in the corn and cotton fields. Caroline was helping her mother about the ! , a small detached building about a rod from the main house Mr. Watson, a tall, powerfully built man, clad in the regulation coarse homespun cotton shirt and’ jean trowsers, minus shoes and stockings, sat the just putting the finishing touches to his rifle, which he had evidently been cleaning. Ike Joslyn lounged beside him. Upon my asking for water, Nate called: ‘*Car'line, bring the gen le- men some water.” A moment later I caught a glimpse a female figure in calico gown and sion Car kitche on poren of sunbonnet disappear by a path from the house. into a thicket of second growth pines and di- rectly after emerge, coming toward us carrying a wooden bucket. When he reached the porch and deposited the brimming pail of spring water with drinking gourd, although she never raised her which were deeply hidden in the great homely put turned immediately and retraced her steps to the kitchen, I saw a pretty sun-browned hand two small, perfectly-shaped bare feet, and just the merest glimpse of little chin beneath an knew belonged sassafras, and = ¢ eves, sunbonnet, a dainty sweet nder mouth that 1 a girl in her teens. Why ugly sunbon st should she hide her : i tho net? have pretiy eyes. Ike's gaze followed long as she was in r Ke, hotter hurch i ss. A gregation had assembled. interior was hlled to the listeners with of them sp day, though h than ever, found the old ’ ; of loneline log ¢ with no suggestion CO very UNCOY- he wi stood in respectful attitude the doors, to catch the utterances of the speaker, Sometimes loud and vehe- rising to a frenzied pitch, and again descending in low solemn tones to a whisper, succeeded by a pause of awful and In closing the preacher announced that the protracted me mence on the morrow do rways, and ered heads stood outside at t n- dows. A few colored pe ple ust outside of ment threatening silence n tings would com- to continue for the remainder of the week, and the following, if the interest already manifested did not abate. One after another the days of re- vival passed. Every day 1 opened my school, then dismissed my pupils and as in duty bound attended the meetings, At last Another and the week the great revival was over. Monday morning had come world bright and beautiful as I walked briskly along the forest road toward the old log church to resume again my school duties without interruption. In all my thoughts of the work again about to commence, the face of Caroline was vividly prominent. And as [ drew nearer the old log church ail else seemed to retreat into the background and fade entirely from my thoughts. I should learn to know seemed could, as 1 assisted and guided her innocent mind in the pursuit of knowledge. Perhaps as 1 corrected her copy or assisted her in the knotty problems of written arithmetic 1 might accidentally touch the pretty hand or the soft, wavy hair. Pike white-livered, sneakin’ horse thief gone with haired, gal?’ A mighty grip seized my shoulder rudely from my blissful dreams, twisted me around until son. fore 1 was aware of his presence. We river by the tree where 1 had first seen lke Joslyn, “What do you mean, Mr. Watson ?"’ I replied in a surprisingly calm voice, considering my state of mind, “Where's lke Joslyn gone with Car'line?”’ he demanded. ‘Ike Joslyn with Caroline!"’ I re peated with such evident astonish- ment and dismay that he relaxed his hold and his hand fell heavily to his side. “Didn't you know the dirty ‘kioty’ had ’loped with Car'line?” he asked almost plaintively, Eloped with, Caroline!” 1 could only repeat in my dazed surprise. pv then as the true por his words gradually dawned upon my confused intellect, a most painful only thought in a bewildered sort of way of his kidnapping her. * Yes, they went to Devil's Gap night, and no- body knows which way they went there.” he said. * Walter says Parson Jeffries told him they rode up to his place on Tke's old grey mare about nine o'clock and he married ‘em. I lowed you helped him work up his doviltry he urging him to go. I'll kill sight if old Bess don’t fail me,’ he added, as he raised the famous rifle barrel at an imaginary lke Joslyn, We walked toward the Nate giving vent to his angry denun- ciations of Ike, and I explaining how far my suspicions were even of such a plot, and expressing my sympathy as best I could, all rather mechanic. ally, for I had experienced such a re- vulsion of feeling, the sudden awakening from my bright and happy dreams, that I was in a state of mental collapse and unfit to play the part of sympathetic sage. “Great heavens!’ 1 thought, ‘‘that sweet- faced, gentle child passively follow- ing that lout to be his wife!’ The day, as all days must, wore away at last. The happy anticipa- born in the bright, beautiful morning were never realized. i exercises were painfully tedious, The pupils, during gathered in excited little kn cussing the last sensation. 1 glad to get through with it all to my boarding place. curious how the heart rebels a AIT) in Caroline was strong on made tions ie intermissions, wer , dig was and go back against the My faith than the most damaging ey could be brought against her. the time I had reached my boarding strongest of laneo t idence | that Carolin im of place I was persuaded was the helpless viet lke That she fluence, being notized, and had allowed hersel wedded to him while not for her actions. ‘Merciful heavens!’ | “what must be mental when she regains her About dinner time appearance ‘Hello! he eried, when | [ke'a «¢ nearly fell off t perched myself with peaches i i Arouse broodings. the villai wns his mesmeric in- r either drugged or hy f to | responsible 1 ! 1 her sight of me, nme he rail fenc had in the my 84 if stunned me more 8 a tragedy now surely Won't any one pu n his gunrd? Jim again weared immedi: after dinner. The me in 8 worse state of mind ti the morning What could d avert this certain ¢ disap after: ' Was burden of my tho ‘Hello, go Lo the J - tiehit . Mr. Wilkinson ghivaree (cha wont . goin’ to shivaree Ike and Carlin So absorbed was I with my that 1 did thus aroused me. said i, “he ian’t forebodings he “Good gEracs us! going to stay t able Jim until La" is ne o be murdered, ‘No,”' said Jim, ly at my state mind ; goin’ to make a powerful lot of noise though. It kill him if he hadn't been married before ‘But, Nate?’ 1 exclaimed, in of anxious inquir “Oh, Nate's g reckon he'll know enough for his own neck.” By the time tuat Jim was ready to start, 1 had decided to go with him, fearing Nate, on learning what was going on, might work himself into a passion. At the old log I evident tor As ished of we're might a tone ¥. Of coole i off 4 : so 1 i i oH 34) church we found a crowd of men and boys with horns, cow bells, guns and every conceivable instrument for producing discordant terrifying and torturing noises. The some on horseback, presented a weird and mysterious appearance in the gathering gloom, and reminded me unpleasantly of the stories of the Ku-Klux, so familiar to one’s ears in the early days succeeding the war of the Rebellion. As we left the clear- ing about the church the dark- ness of the forest became intense, and the prvailing heavy silence, were prepared for us. The dogs werg still whining from fright inside, where they had been secured for the ocensiom, As I entered, I beheld Nate in the i foreground seated in a high-backed { armohair, the seat of honor accorded | the favored guest, holding a young | Joslyn on each knee, the young step- mother standing modestly behind him, blushing and happy.—|[Orange | Judd Farmer. OFFICIAL ETIQUETTE. | Proper Way to Address the Country's Dignitaries. The United States is the only na- tion on earth without a fixed official etiquette, At every other capital from Pekin to Buenos Ayres there is | an official of the government whose duty it is to see that social forms and precedents are adhered to and to give the sub- There is Pao- information to strangers on { ject when they apply for it, no such person in Washington. ple who want information of kind go to Mr. E. 1. Renick, the brilliant (Georgian, the chief clerk of or f pnblic build- the es nt young he State d« partment the superintendent o ings and grounds, who acts in ceremct The dean \ appealed to place of a master the White House, diplomatic of the corps by when they come here, is new ministers and he tells them what pected to do. This fact creates and is frequently peaKe There Is a 1 4 5 ISO in bers of the Dy the taste or the familiar shouia Hi Ntates ‘ 8 Patrick Ww Hm pretiy wel norable Nenate If you know h address the letter ALor, but it is better t« as and sa% Sir. Members of the House ¢ tatives Honorable Henry G of Representatives . 2: vf Represen- thus The Turner, House Washington. but ordinarily in conve addressed LP are hoy SAAT Y should be called by their ac Mr. C 5 3 pithough ni Names Maddox of ns abaniss.’’ or ne out and are usu; or them have titles “Governor, '’ 'y called “Judge The commonest and mistake made is to of a member of the Secretary Lamont,” a member of the senate Mra, Senator Washburn.” That is exces. sively jvulgar, as Mrs Lamont is not a secretary nor is Mrs, Washburn a senator.—{ Atlanta Journal. “General, most frequent refer to the wife cabinet as ‘Mra, or to the wife of as Russet Oranges. ping of a twig, seemed to fill my very soul with a most portentous foreboding. After a time the heavy down upon us like a suffocating pall, seemed to lift a little, and the thick parative light. The dim outlines of those who were ahead loomed up in We were approaching Ike's clearing. toward the cabin whose dim outlines we now discerned. The old log house was dark and silent as the grave. could nut enter into sympathy with the rest of the crowd. A presentiment or intuition of impending evil seized me. Nota dog barked. No sign of life seemed to exist about the place. Suddenly, at a signal from the leader, the most unearthly, hideous noise filled the air and re-echoed far into the forest, seeming to my over. wrought imagination to possess the very universe, Just as I began to wonder if I had really met the eternal doom of the unconverted through some imperfec- tion of creed, a door suddenly opened, a flood of light poured forth and the wh photon voice exclaimed, doorway. n as he A little item in the New York Con- fectioners’ Journal, in which golden russets and small dark russets are incidentally stated to be the best keeping oranges, has called to our | mind a very general experience which i we have never seen referred to in print. We buy for our own table | consumption russet oranges in prefl- erence to bright oranges, and yet in four official work we are in constant | receipt of requests from orange grow. {ers for methods of destroying the {rust mite. The hardening of the | kin of the orange from the work of ithe rust mite undoubtedly keeps ment, and retards decay. The selec tion of bright oranges was a fad among growers and wholesale buyers which did not last. The time has come when russet oranges for ship- ment command higher prices and when remedial treatment for the rust mite is only necessary for a great excess of this Acarid. The change in public opinion In this matter shows that utility governs sven sens timent.—{ Insect Life. es AAA A She (nestling up to him)—I know we are poor, but Charlie says Pha oye i fake way. “ er Father (grimly)—Yos, yes, has made AL about eight tons of coal and $00 worth of gas in the THE JOKER'S BUDGET. JESTS AND YARNS BY FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. A Defsnce--And Ethel Blusheod-- too Practical--Time To Build the Fira A DEFENCE, i - Notwithstanding Col. Bangs is only a militia Colonel, and never had a title in his life until a year ago, he docs not like to air his Colonelcy on all occasions, and for some time he lings looked with disfavor upon the cards of his wife, which read, "Mrs. Col. Bangs.”’ The other day she told my dear.” he respond counterfeiting?’”’ “Faleely, judge, falsely.” erfeit tive dollar bill in sion.” “1 know it. sentiment, pened ter Jub ‘twas a case o drif’ my way, an’ me an’ me partner went ter work an’ made a picter of it, jes fur a souvenir,” — {Washington Star. AND ETHEL BLUSHED. Tommy —Y eg cats can see In the dark and so can Ethel; ‘cause when Mr. Wright walked the parlor she was alone in the dark, 1 heard her say to him: **Whjy Arthur didn’t day.” into sittin’ when vou gel shaved FOG PRACTICAL. * No, Herbert tone, “it trust my futu “*And why? I have watched It nck Y SOL Craves, she said impossible. | re with vou. your 8 the mark 10 see have detected ¢ which 1 “Wha “You leave in “But that's only o« I know it is, Herbert : fore it is love MMINOHn sense utiful i with niatunt« heav- ys 14 Musi rn rk Press. a Second ! the report that ing blind proves « FOR REQUIREMENT, went before the 3 oo ‘Your Honor, for the arrest woman modestly inquired can I have a warrant terday.’’ Judge—Certainly, ma'am, I will make out a warrant on the ground of Judge—In a month? Why don’t you take it at once? Woman—Please, your honor, when his wife ag most men to other women, “‘but if Ido I shall have that ‘Colonel’ omitted.” “Oh, no,”’ she protested; ure “what ’ “Because It shouldn't be there.’ “Why not! It is only a designa- tion of who I am, and you are Col. Bangs, aren't you?" “Of rourse 1 am. “Then am | Bangs?" 1 he Colon i bowed “For the he responded ‘hal Bangs you were not Mrs, ] and the Colonel won troit Free Press. way same regson A FAIR ' said inking nificently sked his it would 1 ic send down a re- benefit of us OTers Friend want witl Bender] mu the trip in A carriag 80 as to get an idea of the York LCeners lt N¢ Ww Weekly. Mab tive Tom Miss Grotox? means busi Maude~—There l-—Da vou Terrapi I wond nis ERS , ut her to ea » Means anyihang dor 1 Ove? of the hicag the side Tribune. steamer. AN IM” PARADISE RFECT Hungry Higgins—How would yot like to live in one of them South Ses Islands, where all a feller has to de to git his grub is 1 off the trees with a club? Wear Watkins—Say 0 Knock it v won't it il off if he will lay down under the and wait long enough ?~{ Indian- apolis Journal. red TAUGHT HIM HIE ERROR. His Mother—Johuny, always re- When you see any little boy showing anger. take him aside and make him feel that he is wrong. Did you do so vesterdaj with naughty Tommy Tubbs? Johnny-—Yes, indeed, I did. 1} the hospital. MOTHER'S DARLING. Suburban Boy—Mamma asked me what was my favorite flower, an’ w'en 1 told her golden rod she said 1 was poetic. Wot does that mean? Little Girl=—I don’t know. Why do you like the golden rod? Record. Antiquity of the Alphabet. According to Philippe Berger's book entitled ‘Historie de 1'Ecritus dans 1'Antiquite.’’ the alphabet was invented about the year 1500 R. OC. that invented by the Phoenicians being without doubt the oldest of ul the forms of expressing thourht or sounds by character. Originally it without any bother.—~{Good News. THE CORRECT THING TO DO. Keedick-=Young Browne added the “a” to his name after he inherited his uncle’s big fortune. Fosdick—That's quite right. Rich people are entitled to more ease than poor people. WELL KNOWN, “1 want you to publish these poems in book-form,” said a seedy- looking man toa New York publisher. Publisher-1'1l look over them, but 1 eannot promise to bring them out unless you have a well-known name. Poet—That's all right. My name fs known wherever the English language is spoken, “Ah, indeed! What name?” ‘John Smith.’ =| Life. AT HIS DISTANCE, “Mr. Spooneys,”’ she said, severely, ng over to the other end of the "1 must ask you to keep your distance. “So I shall, dear Miss Euphrasia,”’ aid Mr. Spooneys, edging over after jer, “and my distance Is about a inch and a halt.’ =—{Chicago Record. © is your | & series of hierogiyphics or picture. | characters, the idea of an elephant {or an ox being expressed by rude sketches of such animals; abbrevia- tions being in the form of a pair of tusks, horns, ete. Professor Auer | says that, taking both the ancient and modern alphabets into account, {as many as 400 different sets of char | acters, hieroglyphics and letters may | be enumerated; that these are all | outgrowths of the Phoenician mode {of mutely expressing thought or sound, and that if we should set | aside slight variations of form, the {grand total of 400 alphabets would dwindle immediately to less than fifty. The best oriental scholars have given it as their opinion that the original Phoenician alphabet was composed of but sixteen characters, et it is known that it contained at cast twenty-one and probably twen- ty-two at the time when it was adopted by the Greeks. Why or by whom these extra characters were invented, or why such an gion Wis necessary, never been ox- plained. —{8t. Louis Republic. carn " 14 ner ow spoken by’ taly
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