ronio shis avknt.
TklBs nln'l liko they used to bo
Fore sho went awny;
jMt don't look the same to mo
Doa't by night or rtayl
Weather's colder, skies nln't half ;
Like they wus when she j
Made the silver sunbeams laugh -
From the bine to me.
Seems like, fore she went away,
Nuthln' over wrong: j'
It wuz summer all the day
Summer sweet with jHonpr.
Summer In them eyes o' hers,
Bright ns luouutnln lakes
When tho wind above 'cm stirs
An' the inorutii breaks.
Summer In her lips 'at thrilled
Like tho ong birds;
Hlch nil' rosy lips 'at spilled
Music with their words.
Summer all crboul her! She
Seemed the whole day long
Just n llvln' melody
Sunshine set to song!
Will she mine again? Some time
I shall wake nil' hsar
Silver bolls' o" music ehtmo
Soft-like on tho air;
An' the wlnd'll waft Uie snows
Winter will depart,
An' the BjtriiiR'U pin n rose
Hero on my poor heart!
Atlanta Constitution.
THAT INTERVIEW. i
A Newiaf)r Story.
We wcro In a parlor car on tho
Canadian Pacific, forty miles out of
Mooscjaw, and westward bound. I
met thrco civil engineers, In tho cm
ploy of the conlpany, at Winnipeg, and
we were "chumming" It to Vancou
ver. "Deuced fine looking girl," said Par
kin, under his b recti).
"Douccd lino looking irl," said Gra
ham, with nu admiring glance In tho
direction of tho star passenger.
"Clean built and well groomed,"
muttered Clarke, critically. "I won
der how she talks."
1 had been regarding the young wo
inau carefully. Sho was vory pretty,
but that was not nlono caused mo to
transgress tho rules of good breeding
by staring hard at our charming vis-n-vls.
Was It fancy? At any rate, I
could havo sworn that, ns her eyas
met initio over tho top of the book,
there was an expression In them which
wild, us plainly as words could havo
conveyed tho Idea: "I dcslro to com
municate." It was llko a Hash, this gesturo of
tho girl across tho way, and possibly
I could havo been mlstnkeu. Could
she havo been simply tossing back a
stray lock of tho golden sheen that en
veloped her handsomo head? Perhaps
but then, that glance?
"Let's go nnd smoke," Bald Parkin,
rising and making for tho smoking
compartment.
"I'll Join you In n moment," I said,
and my companions filed out. As they
disappeared down tho alslo I cast a
guarded glance In the direction of tho
young womnn. Sho had dropped tho
book to her knees and was leaning
forward slightly. Ouo white hand lay
on the plush-covered arm of the scat
the other still separated tho leaves of
tho magazine, ller lustrous eyes woro
gazing straight at me; her lips, parted
slight)', seemed about to address me.
Surely, there could bo no mistaking
tho situation; but still, I reflected, It
was well to bo guarded In such mat-,
tors. Having filled my cigar caso
from a box In my grip, preserving
meanwhllo what I have always flat
tered myself was an air of Indiffer
ence, I made a move to rejoin my com
panions. Then, with a quick motion
of tho body, a nervous gesturo of tho
hand, she spoke.
"I beg you pardon," sho said. "I
er that Is will you grant mo a mo
ment's conversation?"
Ah, tho voice was not disappointing
quite tho rovcrse, I thought well
modulated, subdued, ladylike, In a
"word, but unmistakably American.
"1 "shall bo profoundly honored," I
answered, approaching tho plush
throne of my fascinating neighbor.
"Pray sit down er that Is If I nm
not detaining you," she went on, with
the sweetest smile In tho world, Indi
cating at tho samo time a feat oppo
site her own.
"Coolest cheek I ever encountered."
was my silent reflection, but I sat
down and awaited developments.
"It Is so er such a dltllcutt matter
to approach," she began, In a queer
sort of way, "I wish wo know each
other a little better, you know."
"Heaven send tho opportunity," I
spoke with all tho gallantry nt my
commnnd. "Lost her purse wants to
borrow money father a minister In
Montreal, and nil that sort of thing,"
I thought, nud then kicked myself for
harboring such an Idea.
"If I cau bo of any possible service,"
I said, "I shall be charmed."
"Sir," she replied, with an appealing
gesture, "you are ablo to render mo
nn Immense service If you will. Hut
stay of course you consider my ad
dreeing you in this manner an un
pardonable Impertinence. I am an
American, you know," bIio contiuued,
with a quaint little prldo In tho say
ing of it, and (with a touch of heroics)
a business woman."
"Pardon me," I ventured; "a lady
can address a gentleman under al
most any conceivable circumstances."
"Will you, then, accept my card?"
she proceeded, offering mo a tiny slip
of cardboard. I took it and read tho
Inscription: "Margaret Stanford, Spe
cial Correspondent." In the lower
left-hand comer, was printed, in large
type, the name of a well known San
Francis paper.
"Ah, I have heard of you," I re
marked. I never had, but then, It Is
the proper thing to say to a newspaper
woman. Sho likes you all the better
for it, though satisfied tba you have
lied.
Miss Stanford smiled graciously.
"That was nice of you," Bke said qui
etly, and then, without more ado, went
t the Heart of her dilemma.
"Do you know the Crown Prince of
Austria?" she began.
"No I left Vienna when only four
and-"
"Oh, plea so don't frivol," cried my
little friend from 'Frisco, "It's too seri
ous a matter."
"What? Knowing the Prince, or not
knowing hlmV"
"Both," she replied, with an air of
exasperation, "but listen: Tho Crown
Prince Ferdinand of Austria Is on this
train. Ills car Is a special, In tho rear
of ours, and he Is touring the llockles.
I have been sent to obtain an Inter
view with him, but my cant has been
returned twice by Count Somebody
or-other, who Is one of tho suite. To
all Intents nnd purposes, the Prlneo
has refused to see me."
"The Idiot!" I cjarulated-"cr I
mean tho man must bo Insane."
"No," snld MIbb Stanford. Ignoring
my remark, "ho's been talked to death,
that's all. I overheard your convorsn-
mtRA If 0 if
On ilin Arm of u StllT-lluckt'il
UlK-
nltiirj'.
tlon nnd discovered your profession.
You arcit newspaper man."
"True," I said, "but If the Prince
will) not receive you, he certainly
would not listen to my request."
"Hero Is a plan," went on my Jour
nalistic friend. "I must sec the
Prince; It's absolutely necessary to
my future. I am determined to tnlk
to htm. There Is no one else in this
pnrt of tho car but ourselves. Sup
poso you forced nn ituwclcome atten
tion on me what would I be most
likely to do?"
"You'd run awny, wouldn't you?" I
hazarded.
"Hun where?" she gasped, eagerly.
"Where should I run to?"
"Into the next car, by .love," I an
swered, catching the daring Idea.
"That's It!" and the girl from 'Frisco
literally danced on her seat with de
light. "Don't you understand tho
Prince Is young, he Is chivalrous even
hot-headed, they say. If you will pur
suo mo Into the next car I will be
your friend for life. Will you do It?"
She sat there with both hands ex
tended toward me hi nu attitude of
supplication. I saw Pnrkin coming
down the aisle from tho smoker In the
rear end, nnd witnessed tho astonish
ment on his face. He ducked out
again ns silently as a ghost.
It was risky business, this chasing
women Into prince's caravans, but
still, It was business. Lord, If 1 could
only got that royal Austrian to punch
my head, that, and the story leading
up to It, would sell like a Yankee toy
In the Strand. It was a good enough
thing to take a chanco on.
"All right," I said; "go on."
Llko lightning sho was oil down the
aisle, past tho smoking compartment,
whero my Winnipeg frlondH were
awaiting my arrival, and Into the rear
coach. Three piercing shrieks, uttered
as sho disappeared, brought n crowd
of foreign notables to her rescue, and
I was unceremoniously hustled off the
platform by one of tho biggest of tho
lot. Tho next instant I was strug
gling desperately in tho arms of those
thrco engineers from Winnipeg, who
swore I had suddenly gone Insane, and
wanted to telegraph my friends. It
took me half an hour to explain innt
tcrs to them and to tho conductor,
whoso Indignation passed all under
standing. Then Miss .Stanford
emerged leaning on the arm of a stiff
backed dignitary of the Austrian
sllH
r 'IliiH'Ti Inlmmmk
b nil' All )raJWt nt ffSak. milM'wf'YlziM"' " T"
uHL ! inml I 1 ml jl
rwm MMmsmj fflltli ft
I fOmll lie ProtoniiUly Honored."
court, who bowed her luto our car
with profound ceremony.
"Shako hands!" she cried, her face
flashing with excitement and satisfac
tionshake both hands kiss me, If
you want to. I've got It the best
tsory that ever was printed."
Somehow I always thought that
Miss Stanford forgot to print tTio best
part of the story. And this is the
whole thuth nbout that interview with
Ferdinand,
Arthur James Pcglar.
THE KI.ECTHIG MOTOll.
It I DUplaelnir Steam a rowrr
Generating Mnchlne.
New examples of the tendency to
replace steam engines by electric mo
tors are dally coming to public notice.
Only recently it was announced that
the Baldwin Locomotive works In
Philadelphia had substituted electric
motors to drive the machinery on the
main floor of their factory, with the
further announcement that tho man
agers purposed to Introduce electric
power In all the departments as soon
as tho economy of the chnnge should
bo demonstrated." Now the Maryland
Steel company has followed suit by
deciding to mnko use of electric mo
tors In place of steam cugliips lit Its
extensive works nt Sparrows Point.
Tho acting superintendent of tho elec
trical department states that It Is tho
Intention to utilize electrical iowcr a
great deal more in tho future than In
tho past In running the motors In the
shops nnd for other purposes. All of
the smnll engines will be takon out
nnd the electrical power substituted.
This, tho superintendent claims, will
bo n saving to the company.
In running by steam, he says, tho
103S by condensation is the great
number of pipes is very heavy. The
substitution of electricity will do
uway with about twenty-live engines,
varying from twenty-five to fifty
horse-power. The change will be
made at oiiee. In the case of a large
factory, whero a sluglo engine was
employed to drive many machines, It
was found, by recent experiment, that
not more than 10 per cent of the Initial
1 force was made effective, the remain
der being used up in dragging the
chevy bolts around pulleys and turn
I ing sliafts that labored In their efforts
to resist the strain of tho bells. That
l single engine has now been replaced
: by several small and high-speed ones,
aggregating '-!."() horse-power, and tho
energy is taken rroni tnein in tne
shnpe of electricity directly to tho ma
chines, each machine being run by a
scpnrato motor. All of" the overhead
net-work of shafts, wheels and lndts
hns been done awny with, with the
consequence, aside from tho saving of
the coal pile, that instead of a dnrk
come a clean, well ventilated and well
and dirty room, the inntu shop has bo
lighted room. New York Post.
I.IKK TIIUMIKIICIjAVN.
Hinv n Klj'n Trotllnir Soiuiiln
In n
.Mlt'roplioiit'.
The improvements which W. H.
Soulby lias lately added to the micro
phone, or "sound magnifier," makes It
one of the most marvelous mechanical
contrivances of the nge. The special
construction of this Instrument Is of
no particular Interest to anyone except
experts, but what Is told of Its won
derful powers as a magnifier of sounds
well as tho scientific and unscientific
wol las the scientific and unscientific
readers of "Notes for the Curious."
After tho Instrument had been com
pleted with the exception of a lew fin
ishing touches, Soulby found it abso
lutely necessary to keep the door of
Ids workshop tightly closed so as to
admit no sounds from tho outside,
otherwise the inarticulate rumblings
given oft by the "ejector" would have
become unbearable. Kven with closed
doqrs the cap had to be kept constant
ly lu plnco on the receiver to keep the
Instrument from sending forth a roar,
which previous Investtgntlnn had
proved to be a combination of sounds
produced by watch-beat i, breathing,
tho hum of files, etc.
A fly walking across the receiver of
tho instrument made a sound equal to
a horse walking across a bridge, and
when Mr. Soulby laid his arm across
tho box, the blood rushing in ids veins
gave forth a sound which much re
sembled that mnde by tho pump of a
largo steam engine. The playing of a
piano in a house across the street was,
when ejected from Soulby's machine,
like tho roar of an avalanche, and the
washing of dishes lu the kitchen of a
house across the alley made a sound
which tho inventor of the machine
said was "a burden to his soul."
When anyone entered the room.
walked about, coughed, touched a
table or the door handles, the shriek
which Issued from tho ejector was
most painful to hear.
Hundreds of useo have been suggest
ed for the microphone, the most prac
tical being those of blood circulation
and lung tests. St. Louis Republic.
A Curious Oath.
Tne following curious oath was un
til recently administered lu the courts
of tho Isle of Man: "By this book,
ami by the holy contents thereof, and
by the wonderful worka that God has
mlraculou-ly wrought In heaven
abovo and in the earth beneath in six
days uud seven nights, I do swear
that I will, without respect of favor
or friendship, love or sln, consan
guinity or affinity, envy or malice, ex
ecute the laws of this isle, and be
tween party and party as Indifferently
as the herring's luickboue doth lie In
1 f.A ml.l11.. nt Ua Mai.
IUC iuiuuii; v luv uau.
WHAT YOUn mANI)SO.V MAY SAY
O, grandma, Is It really true
That men did once delight
To look on girls as' goddesses
Who dwelt uion n height?
O, did they really slave for Uicin
And think It was but right?
O, had they then no grievances
They organized to air?
Did they ne'er vow her tyranny
Was more than they could benr,
When woman wore n petticoat,
And never cut her hair?
O, were men happy subjects once,
Of an unconscious queen,
Ere yet the sea of Progress came
"JL'wixt them to Intervene
That heavy sea In which, to-day,
Wo watch her throne careen?
Was sho a thing of beauty once,
Kre yet she did affright
A wond'rlng world by blazing out
In blooinercttcs bedlght;
Kre Freedom In her hooks was made
Synonymous with Fight?
O, grandmn, I was bom too late!
A lump comes In my throat
To think that a divinity,
On whom all men might dole,
Died an unnatural death the day
That woman got a vote.
Boston Globe.
It was "steamer day" at Sitka and
amid all tho joyous stir and excite
ment that tho monthly boat brought
was ouo forlorn, unhappy man. Tom
Douglas watched his friends as they
eagerly opened their letters and lis
tened with assumed Interest to tho
bits of news they were .anxious to
share, for at Sitka the population
throngs to the wharf when the steain
er's whistle is heard and waits the
coming of the ship nud distribution
of tho mails. The people crowd Into
tho tiny postofiice on the dock and
watch Impatiently for the longed-for
home letters.
But Tom's home letter was uot a
comfort to him. "Well, she Is really
coming," he thought, "a mouth from
to-day, if the steamer is on time. I
will be a married man, worse luck.
How can I ever tell Natalia, dear lit
tle girl! I wouldn't willingly hurt her
tender feelings for $1,000,000, as hard
up as I tun." And Tom whistled rue
fully. Tom Douglas was a naval ollicer,
and before being stationed at Sitka
ho had been on duty a winter In
Washington, where he plunged Into
society with that gay abandon that '
only a sailor knows, for after three
years at sea a young fellow Is quite
ready for the .rush and whirl of the
gay capital. All houses were open to
the handsomo lieutenant, but there
was one where he was especially wel
come. Tho hostess was a pretty wid
ow of some twenty-six or twonly
Kovcu years of age. ller husband,
wlto had died soon after their mar
riage, seemed not to have had a very
strong hold on her affections, for :ifle
mourning him decorously for n ear
sho had blossomed into the gayest of
the gay, and her house became u cen
ter for the young officers who had
been the friends of her husband.
It was there that Tom spent the
most of his time. He dropped' lit dur
ing the morning and discussed the
newest gossip or the latest magazines,
ami came lu for a cup of tea In the
afternoon and remained till her cozy
parlor was empty save for himself
and her.
"Arc you going to the assembly to
night?" he would ask.
"Will you be there. Tom?" .Mrs.
Dccilng had such a good fellowship
way of using her friend' first names.
"Yes, 1 presume so."
"Well, then. I am going," the-little
widow would reply.
And that was the way the winter
passed, Tom running In at all hours,
privileged to smoke or read, to1 talk
or listen, the most Indulged of nil her
callers. When ids orders came for
ids immediate removal to Alaska he
nut the document in ids pocket and
went as usual to tho cheery homo of
Mrs. Deeiing. lie told her the news
and was really surprised and flat
tered by her reception of it. She
took Ixuli his hands in hers and tho
tears gathered In her bright eyes. ,
"Oh, Tom," she said, "I hate to
have you go." '
Now. It never occurred to Lieut. '
Douglas before, but tit this nnnneit
the idea did come to htm that he was
lu love with tho widow. He diew
her to him and kl-sed away her tears
and before he knew It he was en
gaged to Alice Deerlng.
He left soon alter arranging to havo .
Alice Join liini later In the siiiiiim,
but owing to the loss of a distant rel
ative, the heir of whose modest estate j
she was, her coining had been greatly ,
delayed. It was now more than a
year since To in and sho had parted In
Washington. In the meantime Tom
whlled away his leisure hours lu the
somewhat narrow circle of Sitka so
ciety, but In that narrow buiind he
had" found n fair Itusslan tlower that
ho knew bloomed for him. Though
Tom had not made love to Natalia
ho was too honorable for that they
hud iM'en together constantly, and
each knew instinctively what was In
the other's heart.
"1 believe I'll go aud tell Natalia
all." Tom continued to muse, "right
now, for of course, as a gentleman and
otficer I am bound to keep my word,
and my word is given to marry Alice -hung
It! I wish I had never been
born. She, too, poor girl, may discov
er that my love has somewhat cooled.
If It ever was love, it never was the
same feeling that I have for dear little
Natalia, bless her loving Heart:'
So Tom went to Natalia and told her
that be wns emrnuod. and that auotli-
er month would see him married.
Her delicate face whitened, hut, eon
trolllug herself, she said:
"I congratulate you, Mr. Douglas."
Then, bursting Into tears, she turned
away. The sight of her tears was too
much for Tom. Embracing her ten
derly, he said: "I love but yoji, Na
talia, darling. Oil, that I had met you
first! My fondness for Alice wns
but ti tleetlng thing, nnd my love for
you will last forever!"
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I A WIDOW'S ;,ove. $
Pressing warm kisses on her lips, lie
held her close.
"Leave me, Tom. It Is right fpr you
to keep your word, but you should
have told me of your engagement be
fore. We had best part now. Good
bye." "But can't I come to see you. Nata
lia, as usual?"
"Why, certainly not, Mr. Douglas.
It would only be painful, for wo can
never, from this time forward, be any
thing but the most formal of friends."
Tom was touched by the simple dig
nity of the young ltusslnu girl .whose
quiet life had -been spent by the sea
shore under the shadow of the mount
ains, far from the noise of city or
town, so lie bowed to her will. Their
parting was a heartbreaking one to
both.
"Natalia, 1 can't bear to leave you.
I must have you, dearest."
"There, go now. Tfils Is only fool
ish." "Well, then, let me kiss you for the
last time, darling," pleaded Tom.
Natalia put up her little tear-stained
faco and Tom silently kissed her nnd
went nway.
That month patted only too quickly
for poor Tom, who looked with dread
toward the coming of tho steamer.
He studiously avoided !'atalla. deny
ing himself the regular afternoon
walk to the Indian river, which is
the event of the day to all the white
people at Sitka, lie kept -close to his
rooms when not on board ship, curs
ing the mistake of his lffo which was
so soon to mnko an unwilling bride
groom of him.
To Natalia, w!iosc soft, brown eyes
wcro red with weeping, life seemed a
dreary blank now that the daily visits
of Tom had ceased. There appeared
lu her mental horizon nothing for
which to live. She wondered 1ioy she
had existed before he came to Sitka.
But then she had been busy with her
lessons, and now, in tho idea of her
old-fashioned father, her simple edu
cation was complete, nnd it wns time
for her to marry one of the Itusslan
lads who sought her hand.
The next "steamer day" Tom Dou
glas was seen rushing madly to Nata
lia's home. Tho neighbors who, of
course had noted his long absence,
were greatly surprised.
"Natalia, Nafnlla!" lie cried, as soon
as she came Into the quaint drawing
room to receive lilin, "I've come to ask
you to bo my wife. Dearest, say yes,
at once!"
"Why, Tom, are you crazy? What
has become of Alice?"
"Well, by George, Natalia, she Is
married. Just think of it married!
And I am the happiest man on earth.
A pardoned convict's feelings of relief
are not to be compared to mine. You
see, soon after she left Washington
she met tin old sweetheart whom shu
, had cast off to marry Mr. I5ceiing,
i whose position and prospects seemed
I better. In the meantime this old fel
low had made a fortune, and as he
i was on his way to Alaska for a ploa
, sere trip they decided also to make It
also a wedding trip and break the
.news to mo in person. 1 tat her awk-
ward, you might think, but 1 eongrat
. ulaled them with all my heart and
i thanked my stars for my freedom.
I Come, little girl, put on your hat, and
I II take you down to tho steamer to
' oi the bride, and I'll Introduce to her
my fiancee, because you say 'yes' don't
i you. dear?"
"I uppo-e so. Tom; but ifs all so
, sudden. Shall I wear my lcg!iorn
lilt?" 't. Louis Ilcpuhllc.
A Sunk,. ItiuiK-H Ithfir.
Tho following niake sto-y is v ached
for by several iicrsi-us whoso er.tcilv
.. ..e,,uu ,..cm ........... ui iiieiii '"-,
a 1iiiiI.uk lawyer h.-tc for his health, !
and tuiot her a preacher: I
Yc.sleiilav Anlnir IMlien ami .lames
Wo dell, while in iho mnuiilnins near!
Addison, Wis., caught a large bla-k-
snake. The leptiie was a big one, but
not remarkably large. A string was
tied around Its neck and it was
brought to WodeH's house, whore It
was hitched to a stake. Wi.dell's chil
dren were much interested In It, and
prodd d it with sticks till the snake
Ih'diii'c wild with rage. It being a
lr.'irniles v;ii lelv It ivns flrw.Miwl lnti.i-
, to ,., tt ,l'sce what It would do.
The snake crawled oil' slowly until
came to a small apple tree, which It
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v.. ...... ,. ,... a.i . i.i-m .ll.lll M tin ,1.1. ,1 lli
Out on this It crawled until It found
a branch about twice as large as Its
, own Ixidy. It stretched Itself along
I the limb and. doubling Itself nbout tho
i middle, began to wind the rear half
, of its body around the front half till
j It was about the shape of two 'wires
, which a lineman lias spliced. Tho
I wlrdlng process was kept up, the coils
awing forward and lightening till
the middle and strongest part of Its
body covered Its head. Then the
snake deliberately put n tho pressure
and squeezed its head Mil it liursr open
:.ud death ioIIoed It.
Louisville Cour-
tor-Journal
Norilitu mill (he llcKcucrutcM.
Not ji few of my adversaries have
found refuge In the contemptuous as
sertion Unit I showed no comprehen
sion of the men whom I subjected to
my analysis. I had no conception of
poetry or art. I wonder If these
phrases havo made any impression
upon my readers. I have no need of
answering them. I have devoted
mi'ch space In my look to the pre
tension of the degenerates that they
hive a finer Intelligence and more del
icate precept Ions than those who deny
the beauty of green-tinged human
laces, senselessly raving verses, and
Idiotic marionette dramas. This pre
temion Is scarcely worth a shoulder
rirug. To disprove It would be ab
surd. The black cannibals from whose
feats Livingstone turned away with
i horror grinned nt him and said: "You
have no taste. You do not know what
Is good." These cannibals were firm
ly convinced thnt Livingstone laek-'d
all higher Intelligence,
"A lteiily to
, My Critics," by Max Nordau in The
, t.entury.
'The World In Mine."
"What's the matter?" asked the po
liceman. "Haven't you any plnco to
go?" "Any place to go?" replied Me
andering Mike, with contempt, "l'vo
got the whole United States lefore
me. I've got so many places ter go
to dat It's worrylu' me dizzy makin'
up me mind which way ter start."
Washington Stnr.
A N12W AMI5RIOAXEDKN.
Qni-er l.-KiiiN f Turnip unit Pumpkin
Wlirn liiiiiilKruiitK r Wuntot,
Vew York Tribune.
There is a inau hero from Georgia
burdened with schemes for making hit
region prosperous. Ho owns land by
the thousand acres and thinks that if
he can persuade immigrant farmers to
buy oT htm it will bo to their everlast
ing prosperity, and help him along in
tiio world, besides doing a. little for, his
state, lledoubtsnotthuthisniolives
aro patriotic. "The people of Geor
gia," hosays, "don't bother their heads
about immigration. Foreigners may
coino tliero if they want to, but they've
got to coino without begging. "We
don't mind their coming if they'll set
tle among us nnd learn our ways, but
wo don't want 'cm in colonies, bringing
their socialism and communism and
their other isms with them to destroy1
the peace of our state. Give us immi
gration, but notcolonizntion.' That's
the way they tulkandthat'swhy wuVe
had no agent to turn foreigners down
our own way."
"What inducements havo you to of
fer to fanners?"
"Nolhitigcxtr'ortiary, I reckon. My
region's tho Eden of America. Tlmts
all. Ain't no place that can beat it
for crops."
"Corn?"
"One hundred nnd thirty bushels to
the acre. Plant in April -ami gather
in November. Ono plowing, no hoe
ing. Fodder till you can't vest. Have
to pull it from horseback. Why?
Stalks so high can't reach to the top.
There's only one trouble with crowing
corn in Georgia; you don t have
enough nubbins to feed your steers."
"Nubbins for steers?"
"That's what's tho matter. Tho
ears aro so big that a steer can't get
'em in his mouth. See? You've got
to chop Vm up, and that takes time."
"Do you grow potatoes?"
"Sweet? No. They grow themselves.
Wo just give 'em half a chance.
Run a furrow in tho sand, drop in
your seed, cover it with your foot as
you go along and leave the crop to it
self. It grows summer and winter nnd
you needn't over dig it for a year or
two. Of course, by-and-by tho 'ttiters
get too big to bo good. At 18 month
old half a ono makes a meal for ten
persons."
"And turnips?"
"A few. It don't take many to do
us. We daren't sow the seed A3 your
Northern fanners do. Wo check oil
tho turnip patch like n chess-board,
inn king the corners eight feet apart, so
that tho turnips won't crowd. It
don't do to havo tho turnips too
thick. How large do they grow?
Well, I had l-l merino sheep, fine fel
lows they were, and I use to fold 'em
every night for fear of dogs. Ono day
three of the biggest wcro missing and
the whole farm turned out to find 'oni.
We hunted for 'etn lor two days, killed
17 dogs on suspicion, and gave up tho
search. The next day 1 found the
tlirceinsideof one of my turnips. Yon
see they had jumped into tho turnip
patch and eaten their way rigbt into
one ot the vegetables."
"How could you feed such things to
youi stock?'
"Oh, we have to chop 'cm up. I use
n 1 ."i-foot cross-cut saw on mine."
"How about pumpkins?"
I "I'umkin
.' Nicy luuiy sweat, they
grow -o fast
There ain't no prettier
;,. ,lflI1 Ult, HMind of growing pun-
j-j,,.,. h,.s.,. ,.. -,:-ow hi tho world,
self-acting. lYowsniidblnckbinUwor-
lied us lot until 1 inadethedUcos cry.
Plant one in your raspberry patch and
the bird, won't come around. Why?
The grow mg pains and tho groans of
the punkiii trmhten 'em nway. tever
hear of Punkin Vino creek? Got its
name from a punkin vino. Years ago,
when the Cherokee Indians lived in
North Georgia, they wanted some sort
of a bridge across tho creek. There
wasn't n tree around, nnd they didn't
know what to do. An old settler said
he'd fix it. Ho planted a punkin seed
near the bank, and, when tho vino be
gan to grow, he trained it in the direc
tion of the water. In a few days it
grew ncros-. to tho other bank, and
bore a big punkin on that side, which
held it so that the Indinnscouldcio.-s,
Any old fanner down there'll tell you
that story. From what I've fcecu of
piuikiiiH I readily believe it."
"Is yoiir's a "good fruit country?
any iipide-?"
Moie ii wc know what to do with.
1 turned inv hogs aud my neiihbor-.
into inv on hard tho othev day to -ee
jf thev couldn't rid mo of a few lui-hl s
i 0f u,'. f,..,j.. j". ..- didn't do much
good, I drove ; IiiouaIi the nevl day
with u hor.-e nnd buggy. The tipples
were so thick on the ground tlinttheie
was ti i egular slucii of cider following
mo wherever 1 went. Mashed out, you
know, bv tho wheels nnd the horse's
hoofs. That'll give you some idea of
our fruit crops. Anything else you'd
like to know?"
"Is it all like what you've been tell
ing me?''
"Kvery man for himself, you know.
I'm talking for my own region. I
haven't traveled much."
"Do you mean to say"
"Yirting man, 1 haven't got time to
go into details. Do you want to go
to Georgia? Coino down and start a,
newspaper."
A wooden ship of 2,028 tons is a
curiosity indeed, and it is no wonder
that tho people of thowholesurround
ing country ' poured into liockport,
Maine, to see the launch of tho big
four-master Fredrick Billings.
Benson's watch, the size of a six
pence, creates quite a sensation at the
London "Inventions," There is an
other thesue of a shilling, which shows
tho time, the year.the month, tho day
of the mouth nnd wcek and tho phase
of the moon, It arranges itself to suit
the exigencies of leap year, nnd per
forms nil theso various functions by
being wound as an ordinary but less
complicated chronometer. It repeats,
when required.tho hours, thequarters.
und minutes dn a deep-toned gon. It
is priced at 500.
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