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SECOHD PART.
ART IN THE COUNTRY,
A Glimpse of the Young Ladies oi
the School of Design on Their
Outing at TYurlemburg.
BKETCH OP THE QUAINT OLD TOWN.
Iti Carious Collection of Old-Time Houses,
Surrounded by All That is LotcIt
iu Nature's Gift.
HOW THE T1SIT0ES SPENT THEIR TIME.
Excteklsr, FUMnr, and IniettlcaUBj EanUom Hilt
Tim Tau Bwifllr.
lWltiriX.1T FOB THE DISFATCH. 1
OMF, then, my lovely
fair.
Those rural delicacies!
.FVancfj Quartet.
He stood alone and
undaunted on the
threshold of the rural
railway station. The
train which had
whirled him thus far
from city life and its
invidious civiliza
tion, was already
speeding down a dis
tant gorge, trailing
long smoke wreaths
above the sun-lit river, and waking every
faun and dryad in the echoing woods of
1 Couuoquenessing.
The silent Senators of the neighboring
Tillage had assembled, as was their wont, to
witness tbe arrival and departure ot this
noonday train. With them were many red
cheeked urchins arrayed in costumes pictur
esque and cool withal, though decidedly
scanty and somewhat insecure.
Not one face in the little crowd was known
to the adventurous explorer. As be looked
around with disconsolate eyes he felt like
Cosabianaca on the burning deck, and even
essayed a pose expressive of heroio despera
tion. Meanwhile the village fathers had
been scrutinizing the newcomer to their
hearts' content, and still were puxzled to de
termine his avocation.
THE ONLY "VTSITOBS.
Commercial travelers, amateur fishermen
and artists are the staple visitors to tbeir
locality, and this sad-faced youth was
neither sketchist, rod-weilder nor drummer.
He carried no suggestive gripsack, shoul
dered no fishing-rod and bore neither paint
box nor easel. The Senators were waxing
curious; the small boys were already wild
with excitement. Finally a bold resolve
filled the breast of the mysterious stranger.
He addressed the most important-looking of
the staring council and requested to be told
the shortest cut to Wurtemberg.
At this name the reader must not permit
his imagination to run riot among the foam
ing beer flagons and mvstenons gutturals of
the "Vaterland." For this Wurtemberg
wanted by the lone voyager was not the one
we wot ot in distant Germany, but merely
a quaint little village on the banks of Slip
pery Bock creek, 'way ud in Lawrence
county.
The elderly Senator addressed, smoothed
nut h f-r.itr
lwnri1 nni fim?!.1!
ing cunningly
upon his fellows
gave the required
information.
Then another gen
tleman, who Irom
the air of import
ance he assumed,
Might have been
mayor, or rather
burgomeister of
Wurtemburg,
lifted up his
voice and said:
"Comin' to fish,
haintyou?" The
stranger shook his
head deprecating
ly. "Trav'lln'
man then?"
queried his bur
gomeistership. Again the strang
er replied in the
negative, and be- The Only Male Artist.
gan to edge slowly away lroin . the in
quisitive senator. But the burgomeister was
not going to yield up his prey without a last
effort. "P'raps your goin to make pic
tures?" he cried. The stranger vigor
ously denied any practice in art, and leav
ing the station, hastened down the foliage
shaded road in the direction of lesser Wur
temburg. 2TATTJBE IN HEB 8UMSIEB LOVELINESS.
He had been lonely during the voyage
from Pittsburg, among the morose, un
speaking passengers, buried behind their
newspapers or slumbering sonorously along
the cushioned seats. But here, on the yel
low road track, under the swavine branches.
his loneliness departed. The winds whis
pered to him through the leaves; the birds
sang for him from the treetops. Down in
the glen, below the undergrowth, Slipperv
Sock creek laughed and prattled, bounding
jnerrily over every obstacle to join its swirl
ing playfellow, the Connoqnenessing.
There was a short cut through the fields
to the town, and this track the explorer fol
lowed. Climbing over a queer, old-fashioned
stile he fonnd himself in the midst of a new
"jraown meadow, where the scent of the hay
.filled all the air with iraerance. A liitl
further on there was an orchard, but the sp- I
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pies were somewhat too youthful to be
tempting. Presently the short cut reached
the road once more, and the village of Wur
teniburg began slowly to nnfold itself. First
appeared a large advertisement, which ran
somewhat in this style: "August Blank's
jewelry establishment Cheapest in Amer-
y J&2J
A Skftcher Sketched.
ica. "Watches, silver plate and tinware re
paired here. Also photographing and shoe
making." PBIMITIVE LITTLE 'WUBTEMBUBO.
Wurtemburg, like most villages of the
kind, can boast of only one street, nor can
that bingle causeway boast any architectural
splendors. The cottages, however, are pretty
if primitive, and the principal merchants
offer an example of space-saving to tbeir
brethren in big towns by condensing some 60
different kinds of ware and business into one
small store. Trim gardens slope down to the
road irom the cottage doorways. There is a
suggestion of Rhineland about these gar
dens, with their tulips and hollyhocks; and
this need not be surprising, seeing that
Wurtemberg is one of the oldest Pennsyl
vania Dutch colonies in the State. The
place still teems with German and Holland
tsh names, and many old Deustch customs,
scraps of pottery and pieces of furniture
linger yet in the houses.
As the explorer was proceeding leisurely
up the single street, he became aware of a
gentleman dressed much after the fashion of
an Italian brigand, and carrying a large
portfolio, and an unjoinled easel.
"An artist of coursel" Here was a per
son who could give some valuable informa
tion anent the town, its principal hotels and
points of interest. It was the work: of an
instant to cross the road, and a moment
The Senator Were Inquisitive.
later the artist and the stranger were in con
versation. The latter individual introduced
himself as a Pittsburg reporter anxious to
glean some information relative to the artists
then iu Wurtemburg, their mode of life and
labor.
PBETTT LADIES EEOJI riTTSBUBQ.
The man of brush and pallete proved
quite a pleasant fellow. Having removed a
short briar-root pipe Irom his mouth he re
marked that the Twelve-Mile Inn was his
present place of abode, and a very agreeable
one at that. He was the solitary
male artist in town, but the ladies
of the Pittsburg School of Design
had come up to Wurtemburg in lull force
for a week's sketching. Tbey were under
the surveillance ot Miss Henderson the
desien school principal, and had located
themselves in several of the prettiest
houses. Up the Connoqnenessing there
was a camp of Philadelphia art students
and a few well-known landscape painters
were staying inlarm houses down the same
river.
During this conversation the reporter and
his new friend pursued their way up the
street, and presently reached the bridge
which spans Slippery Bock creek, and
leads to the more elevated part of the town.
From the bridge there was a splendid view!
A cluster of houses, among which was the
inn referred to. crowned the bluff summit
while the creek wound through the valley'
turning an ancient mill wheel on its way
and finally taking a great ueud to the left
and being lost to sight in the woods. On
the right ol tne valley rose hills clothed to
the top with trees of every size and hue
while through a ravine, a small, but noisy'
mountain rivulet came romping down to
wrestle with the creek.
THE ABTISTS AT TVOBK.
The artist caught sight oi a party of ladies
sketching on the brow ol a hill
and immediately led the way thither'
Afiefi,aSrtfaS,C!?t ,thltop was "ached!
and the object of the ladies' endeavor were
revealed.
They were drawing a small and grimy
boy perched lor the nonce on a Shaky
grindstone. The reporter having been
introduced.tbere was a temporary snspension
ot work, and the lair sketchers talked rap
turously about the glorious time they we're
having. One was enchanted with the river
and the woods; another with the rambling
architecture of the village. But the third
member of the party had quite a peculiar
reason for happiness.
"Of course," she observed, lilting a very
pretty face and a pair of eloquent eyes to
ward the intruders, "ol course the scenery
is charming and tbe town a dear old place;
but oh, you should see the little pigs! Mr.
Leilendorfer has such a lot of them, and
they're the sweetest, funniest little things
you ever sawl"
SINNEB AT THE XNJT.
It was really cruel of that dreadful artist
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THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH
to remark that he never liked pigs till they
were cooked; and then to break up the con
versation with the statement that dinner
time at the inn was approaching'. This inn
proved to be a qnaint old building, bearing
every sign of havingbeen an important road
house at one time. The sign, with its dove
cote on top, was what the School of Design
with one accord termed '"cute." But there
was little time for observation. The dinner
bell had begun to clang in the hands of a
stalwart hostlerjand as a wash was necessary,
the artist led the way by throwing
away his coat and neckwear and
plunging his head into a basin which stood
on the inn-porch. When he had scrubbed
himself to his satisfaction with a very
rough towel, the reporter took a refreshing
wash. Then a rush was made for the dinner
table and what tbe country can do in the
way of creating an appetite was amply
exemplified by tbe way both men "pitched
into" the viands.
It was a really country dinner; plenty of
everything, and everything good to eat.
The diuiugroom was quite a curiosity In
itself. The furniture was brown with age,
and contrasted strangely with the floor and
tablecloth, which were almost of snowy
whiteness. An old cupboard towered
grimly from a distant corner, and a cursory
examination -of the carving thereon was
sufficient to satisfy both artist and news
paper worker, that it was not built upon
American soil, but perhaps carried hither
irom far-off Holland or Bavaria.
THE ABTISTS AND THEIB HABITS.
After dinner a tour was made to the dif
ferent bonces where the ladies were Haying.
The following were the names of Miss Hen-
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demon's pupils on the occasion: Misses
Bessie Youns, Bertha Gill, Mary Reinhart,
N. L. Shields, Annie Gray, Fannie Aenew,
Margaret Farrell. Cora Lee, M. M. Lang
ley, Bertha McCracken, Mary Morrison,
Annie Robinson, Tillie Whitmore and Lot
tie Ford.
Every morning, after breakfast, which
began at 7 A. 21., the class separated into
parties; each division being assigned to a
particular point Then the sketching com
menced. Miss Henderson proved an inde
fatigable instructor. She hurried from
group to group, correcting, altering or com
mending the work done bv those ncder her
charge. The pupils must have entered
heartily into their teacher's spirit, for tbeir
sketch dooks and portfolios were tilled with
excellent "bits" irom the neighborhood.
When the gloaming set in and supper had
been disposed of, it was customary
to take short strolls by the river or through
the town; and to wind up the evening with
music. Altogether the week spent by these
budding Bonheurs and Butlers in drowsy
Wurtemburg must have been a delicious
one, after the stiff conventionality of tbeir
winter existence. Indeed they all declared
that they had never felt so near fairy land
before.
That artist iu the brigand clothes proved
to be quite a facetious fellow. He .sketched
everybody and everything. Winsome
maiden and village gamin, picturesque hill
side and tnmble-down barn, all were re
produced in his sketchbook.
r0LL OF SXOBIES, TOO.
Then his stories! There was one pleasant
tale about Mr. Georce Hetzel, Pittsburg's
well-known landscape painter. It appeared
that while Mr. Hetzel was in Wurtemburg
with some other artists, not long ago, a
practical joke was played on him. A sign
was carefully piiuted and hung up on a de
serted frame hut by the roadside. The sign
read: "George Hetzel, cobbler. Old boots
and shoes mended while you wait." On the
day after the banging of this sign, tbe hut
was besieged by hordes of good people with
broken footwear. They were all sent down
to Mr. Hetzel's residence, and the luckless
artist had to flee to the woods in order to
escape them.
Supper at the inn proved much the same
as dinner had been, and after supper the
broad-shouldered host requested his two
guests to join in a "gigging" party. To the
uninitiated it may be well to state that
"gigging" means spearing fish. The giggers
wade out into the river, tonard evening,
some with lanterns, otherslarmed with long
tridents, or three-pronged spears. When
tbe gigger sees a fish by the lamplight he
strikes at it with his spear, and a good deal
oi precision is required. The artist and the
reporter were the veriest tyros at the busi
ness. They jabbed unsuccessfully lor a full
hour, at the end ol which the newspaper
man accidentally drove his spear into the
other's foot. This ended the gigging experi
ment forthwith.
Night had now began to fall upon the
little village, and there being no lamps the
roads were soon in utter darkness. The inn,
however, was always open, and thither the
amateur giggers hied them, as fast as the
artist's wounded foot would allow.
BEAUTY WITH BOD AND LINE.
One by one the cocks were crowing along
the valley, and slowly the sun was lilting
over the forest-clad hills, when the artist
and reporter arose refreshed from their slum
bers. After another bath in the inu porch
they sauntered forth for a stroll before
breakfast. Under the old mill on the creek
several of tbe young ladies were fishing,
their dainty tennis bats and out-of-door cos
tumes being admirably Buited to the place.
Further down there was another party
sketching under Miss Henderson's direction,
and two or three were attempting the ascent
of the opposite bluff. The two inn guebts
surveyed the scene for fully half an hour,
and finally took courage to saunter down
into the valley to admire the sketches and
assist in the fishing. But tbey had scarcely
reached level ground when the clanging of
a bell disturbed the peaceful scene and sent
sketches, fishes and climbers, alike in hot
haste toward their various boarding houses.
It was the summons to breakfast, and break
fast olten proves more interesting even than
art
About 9 o'clock it came time to bid good
bv to Wurtemburg, its sketching club, and
all its other pretty features, its Lieben
dorfers, Hicksenbaughs, Hengstellars and
Houghs, those stalwart scions of old Hol
lander families, whose lathers sailed from
Haarlem years and years ago. But "must
is must," and bidding all the available
members of Miss Henderson's class goodby,
our reporter hastened toward, the railway
station, in company with his two days'
friend, the artist.
The newspaper man was in the act of
getting on board when he felt a touch on his
arm. It was tbe Burgomeister.
"Beggiu' your pardon," began the village
father, "but haiut you a land surveyor?"
"Certainly not, sir," replied the reporter,
in injured tones.
"Then," cried the Burgomeister, "you
must be runnin for office. Now haint
you?"
But the reporter had lied into the cars,
and the question was left unanswered. .As
he looked forth irom his coisn or vantage
he found that the Burgomeister bad
captured tbe artist and was apparently
drawing him out to some purpose. And so
auf toitdtrtlhn "Wurtenburg.
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PITTSBURG, SUffDAY,
DOWN IN VIRGINIA.
Chatty Character Sketches Along the
Old Yalley Turnpike.
THE FAEMEE AND HIS COMPLAINT.
Story of a Woo'den Monument That Stands
Alone in a Broad Field.
AlJHT J1HIMA AND HEB POOB POLL!
rWBITTZV TOO TBX DIS PATCH. 1
EATJT1FTJL old Yir
ginla never grows weary
of being talked about,
and here are some of her
unusual features. The
scene was on the old
Valley turnpike; the
time was noon, and very
warm.
"Wall, stranger, how's
the craps down in your
districk? The' ain't
good up year, this year.
The rain is jes' been
gwoopin' down so. I was
jes' sayin' ter Mandy
this mawnin'. s'l: 'Ef
"Marks a Tragedy, we don' hev somethin'
sides them rains,' s'l, 'we'll all hev ter go
ter the po house, we will.' Thet's what I
say; en Mandy, she "
"But will you tell us how far it is to
Mt Jackson?"
"Wall. I don' know; 'pearing ter me,
though, stranger, that you is got a goll-
i ways ter go vet, en I wus jes savin
ndy, s'l: 'It's a awful way ter Mt
n, but 'twouldn' seem fur ef it herfn't
uurneu wa;
ter Mandy,
Jflp.lcson. b
been fur them rains washin' all the roads
away that a way. En the craps, stranger, is
jes
"But, my dear fellow, will you not tell us,
about how far it is to Mt. Jackson?"
THE FOBES IN THE BOAD.
"Them rains, I wus er sayin', is been the
ruination ter the craps this year. But, yas,
oh yas wall, stranger, it er 'bout nine miles
down that. I ain't been down tbar sence
the war, I am', an", I don know how fur 't
is, I don. But you jes keep right on, sir,
tell you come ter a fork in the road down
tbar, en they'll be three roads thar, stranger.
Which leads to Jackson's? Wall, that's it;
ef you go down the road to the right erbout
a mile you come ter a big hickory tree
down thar; wall, that ain' the road,
stranger. Ef you go down the one ter the
left hand, 'fo long you'll come ter my Betsy
that's the nle sow and seven the purtiest
pigs wall, s' I wus savin', she'll be eatin
'long down thar 'bout three miles, she will;
but thet ain' the right road, stranger. It's
the middle one you'll take ter Jackson's;
an', yas, you keep right on ter yer come ter
a young gyrl thar ridin' a horseback name'
Belle she's mos' always ridin' out thar in
the road an', stranger, she'll fix you; she's
ajimdandy, she is. Wall, s I was sayin'.
The Borne of Fletcher.
that's Jackson's, right thar. Wall, good
day, stranger; I go up this a wjt."
Nine miles from Mt. Jackson, and he
had not "been down thar seuce the war,"
he hadn't!
"Wall, now, hello thar! I say, stranger,
ef you come across a black heifer cow down
thar, with five tits, one smaller than tbe
res', an' a bob tail, you'll drive her back
this a way, won't you?"
A, SWEET VIBQINIA BELLE.
But we did not, be assured. For we had
not gone far before we came upon another
phase and coincident noteworthy. There,
directly in front of us, riding down throueh
the beautiful country toward Mt. Jackson,
was one who answered eminently to the de
scription of "that young 'gyrl down thar
name' Belle' "; and we quickly discovered
the interpretation of Uncle Esek's "jim
dandy" fo mean simply a dream of loveli
ness. One indeed she was whose beauty and
personal attractions were truly remarkable.
And there was such a hearty, healthful
freedom of grace and manner in the saluta
tion of this typical Virginia girl that the in
quiry about the distance to Mt. Jackson led
to an interesting conversation; and one hour
after that, at sundown, we rode slowly, very
slowly, into the village, and were already
the best of friends. It was an interesting
episode, indeed, but more's to follow.
That night was beautiful and moonlit,
and we this friend of the aiternoon and I
went loping along the roadway by the banks
of tbe Shenandoah. Once she checked her
rein and gave vent to a little, light laugh.
We had been talking of some of the local
provincialities.
"Last fall," she said, "over yonder in the
valley between those mountains nearly
everyone was ill with chills and fevers, and
papa and I drove over one day with a few
little comforts, for they were very destitute.
At one of the cabins every member of the
family was ill father, mother and seven
children.
NOT UP IN BIBLICAL MATTEE3.
"Well, we went in but I am not going
to try to tell you what a miserable hovel it
was; and in the room with a dying woman
was a great, big, hungry-looking fellow who
had come from a distance out of the mount
ains. But this is the funny part: Striding
up to a picture on the wall the familiar
print of the head of Christ and the thorns
he inquired, 'Who thet wur?' thinking it
the likeness of some member of the family.
And when we told him who It was his eyes
opened wide. Surely he had never heard of
Christ, lor he remarked, 'The ole feller's
hevin' a metty hard time o' it, ain' he?' "
And then my little friend laughed; but it
was odd, witchy. On the river bank, on the
most beautiful night of a year, in the most
beautiful land of America, in halloo dis
tance of some of the purest Old World
aristocracy yet in the land, and within three
miles ot this, people who had never heard of
Christ!
Over in the mountains not far from Mt.
Jackson lives an old desperado. Fletcher
is the name he now bears; but a number
have gone before it and were each in their
turn disgraced. He has been tbrice in
tbe State's prison, has killed two men and
one woman, and bears a record of "little"
crimes unequalled, it is said, by any of his
class now living and free. He has done
something now for which he is expecting
the arrival of the authorities every day; for
when we rode up to his hut a woman, young
and fair long ago, and fallen, informed us
that "Mr. Fletcher was away," conveniently
away; while she kept the hotel with two
long shining revolvers dangling from her
belt. These mountains have loug been a
safe retreat for criminals, and they are now
full oi retired boys with shady records and
old men desperadoes of many kinds and
much ounning.
BTOBY OF X UONUlTEYxl
KfcmaillH southward Mt,Jack-
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JUNE 15, 1890.
son there stands in an open field by the
roadside a small wooden monument. The
fact that no battle was ever fought there
awakens curiosity. Over in the field it
stands alone; but one can read upon it the
following story, for it is a story, and what
is not told is easily imagined:
Captain George W. Bummers and Bergeant
N. Koontz, of Company D, Seventh Virginia
Cavalry, were here executed en June 27, 1665,
by order of Lieutenant Colonel Huzzy, One
Handled and Second O. V. M. L. without tha
privilege ot any kind of trial: they having
been arrested at their homes in Page county,
brought here, and shot
Yes, it was on a beautiful Sunday morn
ing, they say, while visiting the homes of
their parents in adjoining counties, that
they were arrested no one ever knew upon
what charge and carried to that little hill.
The tragedy, then, occurred at sundown.
And when the parents came over the next
morning, no one was near. This killing
had attracted no attention; and they found
Aunt Jamima's Tale of Woe.
but the lifeless bodies of their boys. It was
murder, cold, base, devilish, say the good
people of Shenandoah; for their sequel to it
is that these three men the two killed and
the captor commanding were rivals for the
hand of a beautiful Southern girl.
OLD AUNT JAMIMA.
Yesterday we beard of a singular thing.
And the result was a ride ot four miles
under a sweltering midday sun to see old
Aunt Jamima. By the side of a panel
fence, smoking, nodding, half asleep, we
found her. Not far away in an old weedy
pasture was an old well; and it was tbe
mystery of this well which smelt to us and
to heaven more profoundly ghastly than all
the oily fumes exhaling from the chinks of
the old darkey's cabin nearby. For here
was a suicide, cruel, intentional and willful
snicide. In the middle oi the night be had
gone down into that green hideous well and
held his head deliberately underwater until
dead, quite dead. Polly was his name, and
poor old lonely Jamima tells how it was
and gives expression to her grief in heart
broken tones; for Polly, poor Polly, was her
only companion.
"'Deed I don' know, mars ter, hu come he
do dat thing. I'se been good ter him all
dese yeahs, I is; dat dee all knows, dee do.
I guv nil de po' ole nigeer bad ter eat, I
did, many's tbe time, en butyisterdy Polly
kip pestering tel I whip him I jes drest
him down lightly, marster, I did'n' beat
him much, I did'n. 'Fo' Gord I did'n',
marster; 'deed I did'n. En Polly jes did'n'
git over dat All de evenin' he look metty
sow'ful like. I giv 'im cracker, an' hoe
cak'e, an' de bes' de wus in de house; but he
would'n' eat, suh; he would'n' eat nufiin,
he would'n'.
'"Long in de middle of de night I year
sum pin strange, metty strange; en dreckly
it come ter me dat dee was sumpin done got
in de well, en wus plashin' in de water.
Sho' nuff, when I git' dar, dar wus Polly
sittin' on a rock in de water en pokin' he
hade in en out, en screamin' ter de topo' his
might,. I jes did'n' know whut ter do, I
dffl'a': X jes call ter him.
POLLY IN TME "WELL.
" Polly Polly, whut fur yo' met all dat
racket; wut yo' doln' down dah?'
"But he did'n' pay no 'tention, snh; he
jes kep hollerln'. D'reckly I say: 'Polly,
po' good Polly, come out o' dar, an' shet
yo' mouf; chile, whut in the worl' do yo'
mean by dat?'
"But, suh. he did'n' pay no 'tention ter
me, sub, he did'n'; en den I 'member 'bout
de whipping. I say: 'Polly, do come out
fer yo' old mammy. Please, Folly, 'deed,
I ain' nuver gwine whip yo' mo', Polly, yo'
mos' brek yo' ole mammy's heart cryin'
dah. Polly, chile, po' Polly, ain't yo'
gwine come out? Come to yer mammy
while she hoi' her ahms.'
"En, marster, 'fo Gord! I I I dunno
whut ter do. "Well, Polly, look up en say,
'You whipped Polly, Polly goin' ter drown
hlssetf.'
"En, marster, dat he did. He wouldn'
come out o' dah, he wouldn. It de Lord's
truff, suh, he wouldn'. He jes kip pokin'
he hade down in de water, twill he was dead
dead."
And Jamima laid her head back against
the fence panels, the pipe again sought her
mouth and she cried in low, smothered tones
about "Polly, "Po' Polly," "Polly gwine
drown hisse'f." And thus we left her.
This is true, and very singular indeed.
WiLMEB Wellington.
A COTJBTEOTS PBISOHEB.
On Escaping Jail Ho Apologizes by Letter
for Not Tlsltlna the Sheriff:
The other night the only prisoner in jhe
jail of Tattnall county, Ga., opened the jail
door with a wooden key he had whittled
from a broom stick and walked out. He
left this letter for the sheriff:
"Before sunrise to-morrow I will be out
out of your county. As I am in somewhat
of a hurry you will please excuse me for
not calling and paying my respects. If I
stay here in jail all summer my muscles
will get soft and I will not be able to do a
good day's work when I get out in the fall.
Then, there is no use in my being at an ex
pense to Tattnall's taxpayers for months,
when I might just as well be out making
my own living and a little for my family,
who live in another State. For your uni
form courtesy please accept my sincere
thanks. Tbe people ol Tattnall have been
kind to me and I appreciate it Yours re
spectfully. John F. Fbaseb.
"P. S. I will be back in October to
stand my trial, and I hope to be acquitted."
FIEE IH FIOUBEro MILLS.
II too Firemen Try lo Do Is to Save the
Adjoining Properties.
"When a flouring mill gets on fire," says
John Lindsay, ohief of the St. Louis fire de
partment, in a Qlobe-Democrat interview,
"the department is satisfied to save the ad
jacent property. There is nothing outside
of a powder mill or a paint shop that is as
combustible as a flour mill. I have heard a
great deal about the explosive nature of
flour dust, but I know nothing on the sub
ject Mr own idea of the reason why a
flour mill burns like a bonfire is that it is
built of wood in the first place, and that
every part is connected by conveyors, flues,
elevators, etc
"Start a fire in any one portion of a mill
and within five minutes the whole structure
is in flames. The department never did
save but one mill. In that case the fire
commenced on an upper floor and we kept
it there. There has been more money lost
in flour mill fires in St Louis within ten
vears than from all other forms of large
fires."
A Bat With a Welsh Dell.
If your house is full of rats catch a full
grown rat in a wire cage, then tie a little
sleigh bell about his neck and let him go.
There is nothing in the world so timid as a
rit They will flee from the rat with the
bell, and within two days jou will not find
a rat on your prtaltM,
THE SUNDAY LESSON.
Fifteen Millions of the International
Series Published
AND DISTEIBUTED EVERY WEEK.
The; Work Done by a Committee of the
Bunday School Convention.
AN ENTEEPBISE IN BIBLE TEACHINGS
, i-wnrrrait fob hb dispatch.
The approaching International Sunday
School Conventions naturally excites some
curiosity as to the "how" of the Interna
tional Lesson Series, now so popular. Al
most every tot old enough to "make the
riffle" with two or three schools for Christ
mas candy, knows that the same lessons are
used in all, and perhaps many adults know
little more of the mysterious source, except
that there is some sort of a committee.
The International Lesson Committee is
the creature of this couvention. It is com
posed of representatives of nearly all of the
Evangelist denominations. The present
committee was appointed in 1884, though
many of its members had served belore, and
is constituted as follows: Presiden't. Eev.
Warren Bandolph, D. D. (Baptist), Bishop
J. H. Vincent (M. E.), Eev. John Hall
(Presbyterian), Mr. B. F. Jacobs (Baptist),
Eev. D. Berger, D. D. (United Brethren),
Chancellor S. H. Blake (Protestant Episco
pal), Moses Hoge, D. D. (South Presby
terian), W. G. E. Cunnyngham, D. D.
(Southern Methodist), Prof. John A.
Broadus, D. D. (Baptist), Prof. H. L.
Baugher, D. D. (Lutheran), John Potts,
D. D. (Canadian Methodist), Eev. E. A.
Dnnning, D. D. (Congregational), Prof. J.
I.D.Hinds(CnmberlandPresbyterian),Kev,j
Isaao Errett, D. D., deceased (Christian),
with five corresponding members in Europe.
BETEN YEAES IN A COUBSE.
This committee maps out tbe lesson for a
seven-years' course, covering the entire
Bible. Tbe present course, which is tbe
third, began in 1883. Seven times 62 is 364.
Getting up that many lessons is a formidable
task, but it is not all done by the committee
as a whole, or at one session. A meeting is
held at whioh different parts of the work are
assigned to the respective members, and,
after agreeing on the general features, they
separate to complete the work assigned,
meeting annually, or as required, at their
homes. Only one year's lessons are com
pleted and published at a time. This list is
printed by Mr. L. H. Bigelow, the treasurer
of the committee, and furnished the various
concerns publishing lesson-helps.
The Lesson Committee does not prepare
the lessons ready for printing and teaching.
It does just four things:. It designates what
verses shall constitute the lesson text, it
names the lesson or gives it a title, it selects
a golden text and appoints certain verses to
be memorized; only this and nothing more.
The members of the committee receive noth
ing for their services; only traveling expen
ses are paid, and these not after the fashion
ol Congressional committees. This expense
and others of the convention is met by vari
ous resources. First, there is the fund
raised by popnlar subscriptions in the cou
vention. Then eaeh publishing house using
the list of lessons is asked to contribute. In
addition to this the statistical secretary of
the convention receives in his report the ad
dresses of a large nnmber of superintendents
all over the country, and it has been pos
sible to dispose of this for advertising pur
poses to dealers in music books, and other
supplies for quite a round sum. -
THE MILL BEGINS TO OBINC
The list of lessons for the ensning year
comes into the hands of the various editors
and compilers of help on the lessons some
time in the summer. Now the real work of
preparing the lessons as they appear in
printed form begins with the usual amount
of fault-finding and kicking over the com
mittee's work. Some of the titles are ob
jected to as misleading; the Golden Texts
may be pot metal in some instances, so far
as adaptation to the particular lesson is con
cerned, or the lesson text itself too frag
mentary or too long. In 1886 the Congre
gational, Methodist Episcopal and others of
the leading denominational Bunday school
editors "put their heads together" and de
cided that their pages were being imposed
upon by the inconvenient length of some of
the texts, and agreed to print only so much
as tbey had room for. Only one house in
the country, it is believed, was enterprising
enough to add the extra pages necessary and
print the whole text '
The number of copies of the prepared
lesson in circulation every Sunday is some
thing enormous. The Methodist Episcopal
Church alone put out about 3,000,000 Sun
day school capers and helps, 1 for ever 12
persons in the land. The Southern Metho
dist Church publishes about 1.000,000, the
Presbvterian (North) Church about 500,000,
the Lutherans 250,000, the Baptists over
1,000,000. Altogether, there must be dis
tributed every Sunday not less than 15,000,
000 Sunday school papers and lesson books,
so that by two holdintr on and two more
looking over their shoulders, every fellow
of tbe 60,000,000 might study his lesson if
he wanted to. But the distribution is not
so equal as that. It is estimated that only
10,000,000 are engaged in Sunday school
work.
THE FINANCIAL FAST Off IT.
Think of the capital invested in such a
business! When the International lessons
firat began to call for so much printing it
was nearly all done by the church publish
ing houses. But a shrewd Illinois Yankee
saw a chance for profit, and went into busi
ness on bis own hook. He used cheap
tinted paper, flashy, illuminated covers,
and cut rates away down as a
bid for patronage. And he got
it at first Then the denominational honses
had to come down in their prices and up in
the quality and attractiveness of their
goods to hold their own trade. This they
did gracefully and readily until now the
modern Sunday school lesson help is a
thing of beauty mechanically, as handy in
arrangement as a pocket in a shirt, and a
marvel oi cheapness. For about one-fifth
oi a cent one may have the lesson text for
tbe Sunday, all tbe cross references an 8
Oxford Bible gives, a section of a 55 Bible
dictionary, the cream ot a hundred or two
dollars' worth of commentaries, an instal
ment of catechism and a picture or two and
some nice songs thrown in, to keep him
from being a heathen and help him live in
the image of his Maker.
Doctob op Divinity.
THE SPOTTED HtOH FBAuDS.
Uow One of Oar Consols at St. Petersburg;
Bared TJncle 8am Bis Honey.
It was William Hayden Edwards, writes
Frank G. Carpenter, one ot our Consuls at
St Petersburg, who discovered the spotted
iron frauds, by which the valuable Busslan
iron was being passed into this country
under the low tariff of damaged iron. This
Eussian iron is the best in the world. It
comes from the Ural Mountains,and it com
mands a nigh duty. The shippers, by
sprinkling acids over it, made it look as
though it was rotten, and it entered our
ports as damaged iron.
Once passed the customs officers, a little
scraping and a slight washing took off all
the spots and made it as good as new. Ed
wards in this way saved the Government
tens of thousands of dollars and he is a
cheap man at the (4,000 which TJncle Sam
I pays mm as the present consul uenerat to
I Berlin.
One
lo the Wake av Tim O'Hara
Came company;
All St. Patrick's alley
Was there to see.
The Wake av Ttm C-Bara.
There is a writer across the seas, called
Mr. Bnbert Louis Stevenson, who make
most delicate inlay work in black and white,
and files out to the fraction of a hair. He
has written a story about a Suicide Club,
wherein men gambled for death because
other amusements did not bite sufficiently.
My friend Private Mulvaney knows nothing
about Mr. Stevenson, but he once assisted
informally at a meeting of almost such a
club as that gentleman has described, and
his words are absolutely and literally true.
As tbe Three Musketeers share their sil
ver, tobacco and liquor together, as they
protect each other in barracks or in camp,
and as they rejoice together over the joy of
one, so do they divide their sorrows. When
Ortheris' irrepressible tongue has brought
him into cells for a season, or Learoyd has
run amuck through his kit and accoutre
ments, or.Mulvaney has indulged in strong
waters, and under their influence reproved
his commanding officer, you oan see the
trouble in the faces of tbe untouched twain.
And the rest of the regiment know that
comment or jest is unsafe. Generally, the
three avoid orderly-room and the corner
shop that follows, leavingthe young bloods
who have not sown their wild oats; but
there are occasions
For instance, Ortheris was sitting on the
drawbridge of the main gate of Fort Amara
with his hands in his pockets and his pipe,
bowl down, in his mouth, Learoyd was
lying at full length on the turf of the
glacis, kicking his heels in the air, and I
THESE TVAS THE
came round the corner and asked for Mul
vaney.
Ortheris spat Into the ditch and shook his
head. "No good seein' 'im now," said
Ortheris; " 'e's a bloomin' camel. Listen!"
I heard on the flags of the verandah oppo
site the cells, which are close to the guard
room, a measured step that I could have
identified in the tramp of an army. There
were 20 paces crescendo, a pause, and then
20 diminuendo.
"That's 'im," said Ortheris. "My Gawd,
Tba's Mm. All for a bloomin' button you
could see your face in an' a bit o" lip that a
bloomin' harkangel would 'a guv back."
Mulvaney was doing pack-drill was
compelled, that is to say, to walk up and
down for certain hours in full marching
order, with rifle, bayonet, ammunition,
knapsack and overcoat. And his offense
was being dirty on parade! I nearly fell
into the fourth ditch with astonishment and
wrath, for Mulvaney is the smartest man
that ever mounted guard, and would as soon
think of turning out uncleanly as of dis
pensing with his trousers.
"Who was the sergeant that checked
him?" , .
"Mullins, o' course," said Ortheris.
"There ain't no other man would whip 'im
on the peg so. But Mullins ain't a man.
'E's a dirty little pigscraper; that's wot 'e
is."
"What did Mulvaney say? He's not the
make o'lnan to take that quietlv."
"Said! Bin better for Mm ef e'd shut 'is
mouth. 'Ovf we laughed! 'Sargint,' 'e sez,
'ye say I'm dirty. 'Well,' says 'e,' 'when
your wife lets you blow your own nose for
yourself perhaps you'll know wot dirt is.'
'You're him perfectly eddicated, Sargint,'
sez 'e, an' then we fell in. But alter p'rade
'e was up, an' Mullins was swearin' Mmself
black in the face at Ord'ly Boom that Mul
vaney 'ad called Mm a swine an' Lord knows
wot all. You know Mullins. 'E'll 'ave Ms
'ead broke in one o' these days. 'E's too
big a bloomin' liar for ord'nary consump
tion. 'Three hours' can an' kit' sez the
Colonel; 'not for bein' dirty on p'rade, but
for 'avin' said somethin' to Mullins; tho' I
do not believe, sez 'e, 'you said wot 'e said
you said.' An' Mulvaney fell away sayin'
nothin. You know e never speaks to the
Colonel for fear o' gettin' imself fresh
copped."
Mullins, a very young and very much
married sergeant, whose manners were partly
the result of Innate depravity and partly of
imper.ectly digested board school, came
over tne nriage ana most ruueiy askcu
Ortheris what he was doing.
"Me?" said Ortheris, '"Ow! I'm wait
ing for my c'missiou. Seed it comin' along
yit?"
Mullins turned purple and passed on.
There was the sound of a gentle chuckle
from the glacis where Learoyd lay.
'"E expects to get bis c'mission some
day," explained Ortheris. "Hiven 'elp the
mess that 'ave to put their 'ands into the
same kiddy as Mm! Wot time d'you make
it, sir? Fower! Mulvaney Ml be out in
'arf an hour. You don't want to buy a
dorg, sir, do you? A pup you can trust
'arf Eamporeby the Colonel's grey'ound."
"Ortheris," I answered sternly, for I
knew what was in his mind, "do yon mean
to sav that "
"I" didn't mean to arx money o' you
any'ow," said Ortheris. "I'd a sold you
the dorg good an' cheap, but but I know
Mulvaney '11 want somethin' alter we've
walked 'm orf, an' I ain't got nothin' nor'e
asn't neither. I'd sooner sell you the dorg,
su's trewth I would!"
A shadow fell on the drawbridge and
Ortheris began to rise in the air, lifted by a
huge hand upon his collar.
"Onything bnt to 'brasas," said Learoyd
quietly, as he held tbe Londoner over the
ditch; ''onything but to 'brasas, Orttiris,
ma son! Ah've got one eight of ma awn."
He showed two coins and replaced Orth
eris on the drawbridge rail.
"Verv good," I said; "where are you go
ing to?"
"Goin' to walk 'im of! when 'e comes ont
two miles or three or fower," said Ortheris.
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PAGES 9 TO 16.
A STORY OF THE REGIMENT.
WH1TTEN TOE THE DISPATCH BT
RUDTABD KIPLING,
of the Most Tal!ced-Of Writers
of the Bay.
The footsteps within ceased. I heard tbe
dull thnd of a knapsack falling on a bed
stead, followed by the rattle of arms. Ten
minutes later Mulvaney, faultlessly attired,
his lips compressed and his face as black as
a thunderstorm, came into the sunshine on
the drawbridge. Learoyd and Ortheris
sprung from my side and closed in upon
him, both leaning toward as horses lean up
on the pole. In an instant they had disap
peared down the sunken road to tbe canton
ments and I was left alone. Mulvaney had
not seen fit to recognize me; wherefore I
felt that his trouble might be heavy upon
him.
1 climbed on one of tbe bastions and
watched the figures of the three musketeers
grow smaller and smaller across the plain.
They were walking as fast as they could put
foot to the ground, and their heads were
bowed. Tbey fetched a great compass around
the parade ground, skirted tbe cavalry
lines and banished in the belt of trees that
fringes tbe low land by the river. I fol
lowed slowly and sighted them, dusty,
sweating, but still keeping up their long,
swinging tramp on the river bank. They
crashed through the forest reserve, beaded
toward the bridge of boats and presently es
tablished themselves on the bo.w of one of
the pontoons. I rode cautiously till I saw
three puffs of white smoke rise and die out
in the clear evening air and knew that
peace had come atrain. At the bridge head
they waved me forward with gestures of
welcome.
"Tie up your 'orse," shouted Ortheris,
"an' come on, sir. We're all going 'ome in
this 'ere bloomin' boat"
From the bridge head to the forest offi
cer's bungalow is but a Btep. The butler
was there, and would see that a man held
my horse. Did the Sahib require aught
else? a peg or beer? Ritchie Sahib had left
TWELVE AV THEM.
half a dozen bottles of tbe latter, but since
tbe Sahib was a friend of Ritchie Sahib and
the butler was a poor man
I gave my order quietlv and returned to
the bridge. Mulvanev had taken off his
boots and was dabbing his tees in the water,
Learoyd was lying on his back on the pon
toon and Ortheris was pretending to row
with a big bamboo.
"I'm an ould fool," said Mulvaney, re
flectively, "dhraggin' you two out here be
kaze I was under the Black Dog sulkin'
like a child. Me that was souldenn' whin
Mullins was shquealin on a counterpin for
foive shillin's a we e"c, an' that not paidl
Bhoys, I've tuk you four miles out of nat
ural pervarsity. Phew!"
'Wot's the odds as long as you're 'appy?"
said Ortheris, applying himselt afresh to
the bamboo. "As well 'ere as anywhere
else."
Learoyd held up a rupee and an eight
anna bit, and shook his head sorrowfully!
"Fower mile from t' canteen, all along o"
Mnlvaney's blarsted pride."
"I know ut," said Mulvaney penitently.
"Why will ye come wid me? An' yet I
wud be mortial sorry if ye did not any time
thoueh I am ould enough to know bet
ther. But I will do penance. I will take
a dhrink of wather."
Ortheris squeaked shrilly. The butler of
the forest bungalow was standing near the
railing with a basket, uncertain how to
clamber down to the pontoon.
"Might a knowd you'd a got liquor out o
a bloomin' desert, sir," said Ortheris grace
fully to me. Then, to the butler : "Easy
with them there bottles. They're worth
their weight iu gold. Jock, ye long-armed
beggar, get out o' that an' hike 'em down?"
Learoyd had the basket on the pontoon
in an instant, and the three musketeers
gathered around it with dry lips. They
drank my health in due and'ancient form,
and thereafter tobacco tasted sweeter than
ever. They absorbed all the beer and dis
posed themselves in picturesque attitudes to
admire the setting sun, no man speaking for
a while.
Mnlvaney's head dropped upon his chest
and we thought that he was asleep.
"What on earth did you come so far for?"
I whispered to Ortheris,
"To walk 'im orf, o' course. When 'e's
been checked we alius walks Mm orf. 'E
ain't fit to be spoke to those times, nor 'a
ain't fit to leave alone, neither. So we takes
im till 'e is."
Mulvaney raised his head and stared
i..indf in.n ilia .nnut "T fisi? rmr mfl. '
said be, dreamily, "an I had my bay'nit,
an' Mullins came round the corner, a'n' he
looked in my face an' grinned Cishpitefnl.
'You can't blow your own nose,' ses he.
Now I cannot tell l what Mullins' expayri
ence may ha' been, but, Mother av God, he
was nearer to bis death that minut' than I
have iver been to mite an' that's less than
the tickness av a hair."
"Yes," said Ortheris, calmly, ."you'd look
fine with all your buttons toek orf an' tbe
band in front o' you walkin' round alow
time. We're both front rank men, me an'
Jock, when the rig minst's in 'ollow square.
Bloomin' fine you'd look."
"Mullins! Wot'ifjMullins?" said Learoyd
slowly. "Ah'd take a compn'y o Mul.
linses ma hand behind me. Sitha, Mul
vany dunnot be a foot"
"You were not checked for fwhat you did
not do, an' made a mock av afther. Twas
for less than that the Tyrone wud ha' sent
O'Hara to hades instid av lettin' him go by
his own choosin' whin Bafferty shot him for
his divilment," retorted Mulvaney.
"And who stopped the Tyrone from doing
it?" I asked.
"That onld fool who's sorry he didn't
shtick the pig, Mullins." His head dropped
again. When be raised it he shivered and
put his hand on the shoulders of his two
companions.
"You've walked the divil out ar me,
bhoys," said he.
Ortheris shook ont the red-hot dottel of
his pipe on the back of his hairy fist
"Tbey say hades's 'otter than that," said be.
as Mnlvaney swore aloud. "You be warned
so. "Loot yonder!" he pointed across the
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