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
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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-
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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
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ner ow spoken by’ taly