The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 17, No. 3, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 14, 1906 Page: 3 of 8
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soiidatod stage is a modern feudalism.
Its suzerains are the president and
j board of directors; its clan chiefs are
the men who have built it and fought
! for its footing in the sharply-eontest-
Crigirs got upon his feet, yawning
rn>I stretching before he dropped back
into his corner of the wooden settle.
"Vou lissen at me; If that's the fact,
1 r. . "llin,, jou all thnt every wheel
Fed by the radiant sunshine.
Rocked by the winds of the night,
Lulled by the songs of the pine trees,
Watched by the stars, ckar and bright.
Tc have grown In the beautiful wlldwood,
Caretsi d i \ the showers and the dews,
•Upheld by the fostering mountains,
And clad in earth's tenderest hues.
Ye have garnered the wood's hidden
The sweetest fond scents of the air.
The faintest dim incense of evening,
The freshness of sunrises fair.
The pun genre of brake and of sweet fern,
Of hemlock, of spruce and of pine,
The coolness of moss and of lichen.
With the fragrance of birches combine.
The flight of the rapturous bluebird,
The gurgle of soft, rippling brooks.
The hymn of the thrushes at twilight,
And notes from some far-away nooks—
I ed field of competition. To these lead- [ on this blame', hcodoo^d railroad is
I ers the rank and file is loyal, as loyalty i soin* to stop turnin* at li o'clock on
is accorded to the men who build and J the night before that notice ta es
do. rather than to their successors who hold."
breathe from the tender-tipped
>'.1 echo thy branches among,
All shine from thy mystical color,
And by thee forever aie sung:
Sweet tree of the mountainous northland,
Girt round with the glory and power,
Impart to us strength with thy sweet-
Grant peace for the need of each hour'
—Iivdla Kendall Foster, In
inherit and tear down. Add to this
the supplanting of competent execu-
tive officers by a staff of political
trenchermen, ignorant alike of the
science of railroading, and the equally
important sub-science of industrial
man-handling, and you have the Kin-
dling for the Are of insurrection which
had been slowly smoldering in the
Trans-Western service since the day
when MaJ. Guilford had issued his gen-
eral order No. 1.
At first the fire had burned fitfully,
eating its way into the small econo-
mies; as when the section hands pelt
stray dogs with new spikes from the
stock keg, and careless freight crews
seed down the right-of-way with cast-
off links and pins; when engineers
pour oil where it should be dropped,
and firemen feed the stack instead of
But later, when the incompetence
of the new officials became the mock-
ing gibe of the service, and the cut-
rate avalanche of traffic had doubled
all men's tasks, the ilames rose high-
er and out of tile smoke of them
loomed the shape of the dread demon
First it was Hank Brodrick, who
misread his orders and piled two
freights in a mountain of wreckage
iu the deep cut between Long Pine
and Argenta. Next it was an over-
worked night man who lost his head
and cranked a switch over in front of
the westbound Flyer, laying the 1,020
on her side in the ditch, with the
postal and the baggage car neatly tele-
scoped on top to hold her down.
Two days later it was Patsy Calla-
han; and though he escaped with his
life and his job, it was a close call.
He was chasing a time freight with the
' tCopi right, l'JOl, by The Uobl ilerrill Co.j
The sonata Penelope was playing
was approaching its finale, and Eli-
nor was suddenly shaken with a trem-
bling fit of fear—the fear of conse-
quences which might invohe this
man's entire future. She knew Kent
was leaning on her, and she saw her-
self as one who had ruthlessly thrust
an iron bar among the wheels of a
delicate mechanism. Who was she to
be his conscience-keeper—to stund in
ihe way and bi-1 him go back? Were
her own motives always so exalted?
Had sho not on'p deliberately debated
this same question of expediency, to
tlie utter abasement of her own ideals?
Penelope had left the piano, and Lor-
ing was looking at his watch. Kent
saw them through the open window
and got upon his f€ct.
"Grantham is saying he had no idea
it was so late,' li? hazarded. "If I
thank jou for what you have said I
am afraid it must be as the patient
thanks the surgeon for the knife-
stroke which leaves him a cripple for
It was the c.ne word needed to
break her resolution.
"Oil, forget it; please forget it!"
she said. "I had no right * * You
ar? doing a man's work in the world,
and it must be .one in a man's way.
II* I cannot help, you must not let me
hinder. If you kjt anything I have
said distourar* jou, I shall never
tease :egrettin« :t."
His smile was a ire e indrav/ing of
"Having opened Hie door, you would
try to shut it again, would you? How
like a woman! But 1 am afraid it
can't be done. 1 had been trying to
keep away from that point of view
* * There is much to be said on both
sides. There was a time when I
wouldn't have gone into such a thing
as this fight with the .unto; but being
1n I should have seen it through re-
gardless of the public welfare—ignor-
ing that side of it. I can't do it now;
you ha^c shown me that I can't."
"But I don't want to he a stumbling-
block." she insisted. "Won't you be-
Iiev-3 that I wanted to help?"
"I believe that your motive was all
it. should be; yes. But the result is
Loring and Penel >pr. were comin,
■out, and the end of their privacy was
"What will you do?" she asked.
"I don't know: i.othing that I had
meant to do. It was a false start and
I am back under the wire again."
"But you must not tern back unless
you are fully convinced of the wrong
of go!ng en," she protested.
"Didn't you mean to convince me?'
"No--yes—I don't know. I—it seems
very clear to me. but. I want it to seem
clear to you. Doesn't your conscience
tell y->'i that you cu&bt to turn back?"
"No," he said shortly; but he im-
mediately qualified the denial. "You
niay be right: 1 ,t:u afraid you are
right. But I j-h.il! lr.ive to fight it out
for myself. There ar° n*sny things to
consider. If I hold my hand, these
buccaneers will triumph over the
stockholders, and a host of innocent
poeple will suffer loss." Then, seeing
the quick-springing tears in her eyes:
4 But you mustn't be sorry for having
done what you had to do; you have
nothing to reproach yourself for."
"Oh, but 1 have!' she said, and so
THK INSURRECTION ARIES.
When the Receiver Guilfords, great
•and small, set their official guillotines
at work lopping off department heads,
they commonly ignore a consequence
overlooked by many; namely, the pos-
sible effect of such wholesale changes
in leadership upon the rank and file.
The American railroad iu its uncon-
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"Is Durgan with us?" as'.icd Brod-
"He's wit himself, as a master me-
chanic shu'd be," said Callahan. So's
M'Tosh. But nayther wan n'r t'other
av thim'll take a thrain out whin the
strike's on. They're both Loring min."
At the mention of boring's nam" |
Griggs looked up from the stick he
"No propects o' the Boston folks get-
ting the road back again, I reckon,"
he remarked tentatively.
"You should read dose Arlcoos news-
bapers; tlen you should know soine-
t'ings alrettv, ain'd it?" said Tischer.
"If you see it in the papers, it's so."
he quoted. "What the Argus doesn't
ray would make a 'nough sight bigger
book than what it does. But I've been
kind o' watehin' that man Kent, lie's
been hot after the major, right from
the jump. You ree'lect what he said iti
them Civic league talks o' his; said
these politicians had stole the road,
hide, hair an' horns."
"I'm onto him," said Callahan.
" 'Tis a bird he is. Oleson was tell-
ing me. The Scandehoovian was thry-
in' to get him down to Gaston the day
they ray-ceivered us. ,iarl says he
wint a mile a minut', an' the little
man never turned u hair."
"Is he here yet, or did he go back to
God's country?" asked Engineer Scott,
leaning from the cab window of the
"He's here and so is Mr. Loring.
They're stopping at the Clarendon,"
"Then they haven't quit," drawled
Griggs, adding: "I wonder if they have
a ghost of a show against the politi-
"Has anybody been to see 'em?"
"There's a notion for you. Scott,"
said Brodrick. Scott was the presid-
ing officer in the B. of L. E. local.
"Get up a committee from the Federa-
tive to go and ask Mr. Loring if there's
any use in our tryin' to hold on."
Nov,' it fell out that these things hap-
pened on a day when the tide of re-
trieval was at its lowest ebb; the day,
namely, in which Kent had told Loring
that he was undecided as to his moral
right to use the evidence against
Bucks as a lever to pry the Trans-
Western out of the grip of the junto.
It befell, also, that it was the day
chosen by two other men. not members
of the labor unions, in which to call
upon the ex-manager; and Loring
found M'Tosh, the trainmaster, and
Durgan. the master mechanic, waiting
for him in the hotel corridor when he
came in from a late luncheon at the
"Can you give us a few minutes, Mr.
Loring?" asked M'Tosh, when Loring
had shaken hands with them, not as
"Surely. My time is not very valu-
able. just at present. Come in, and I'll
see if Mr. Kent has left me any cigars."
"Humph!" said Durgan, when the
ex-manager had gone into Kent's room
to rummage for the smoke offering.
"And they give us the major in the
place of such a man as that!" with a
jerk of his thumb toward the door of
"Come off!" warned M'Tosh; "he'll
hear you." And when Loring came
back with the cigars there was dry hu-
mor in his eye.
"You mustn't let your loyalty to the
old guard get you into trouble with the
receiver," he cautioned; and they both
"The trouble hasn't waited for our
bringing," said M'Tosh. "That is why
we are here. Durgan has soured on his
job. and I'm more than sick of mine.
It's hell, Mr. Loring. I have been at it
20 years, and I never saw such crazy
railroading in any one of them."
"Bad management, you mean?"
"Bad management at the top, and
rotten demoralization at the bottom as
a natural consequence. We can't be
sure of getting a train out of the yards
without accident. Dixon is as careful
a man as ever stepped on an engine
was the master mechanic who wanted
"They are not very bright at pres-
ent. I must confess. We have the en-
tire rolitl' rtl rii": to fl; lit. and the <13
"Vou say vou'n •- n iijlng "ti
rr.iar..:'." M'Tosh put in. "Can't we
down them some other way? I be-
lieve you could safely count on the
help < f cverv man in the s rvice, barr-
ing the politicals."
"I don't say we should scruple to use
force if there were any way to apply
it. But the way doesn't offer."
"1 didn't know," said the trainmas-
ter. rising to close the interview.
"But if the time ever comes, all you
or Mr. Kent will have to do will be
to puss the word. Maybe you can think
of some way to use the strike. It
hasn't been declared yet, but you can
uet on It to a dead moral certainty."
INTO THE PRIMITIVE.
Tested upon purely diplomatic
principles. Miss Van Brock's temper
was little less than angelic, exhibiting
itself under provocation only in guard-
ed pin-pricks of sarcasm, or In small
sharp-clawed kitten-buffet ings of
repartee. But she was at no pains to
conceal her scornful disappointment
when l)a\id Kent made known his
doubts concerning his moral right to
use th;' weapon he had so skillfully
lit delayed the Inevitable confession
to Portia until he had told Loring:
and in making it he did not tell Miss
Van Crock to whom he owed the sud-
den change In the point of view. But
I'ortia would have greatly discredited
her gift of insight if she had not in-
stantly redncd the problem to its low-
"You have been asking Miss Brent-
wood to lend you her conscience, and
she has done it," was the form in
which she stated the fact. And when
Kent did not deny it: "You lack at
least one quality of greatness, David;
you sway too easily."
"No, I don't!" ho protested. "1 am
r.s obstinate as a mule. Ask Ormsby,
or Loring. But the logic of the thing
is blankly unanswerable. I can either
get down to the dirty level of these
highbinders—light the devil with a
brand taken out of his own fire; or—"
"Or what?" she asked.
"Or think up some other scheme;
some plan which doesn't Involve a sur-
render on my part of common decency
"Yes?" she retorted. "I suppose you
have the other plan all wrought out
and ready to drop into place?"
"No, 1 haven't," he admitted re-
"But at least you have some notion
of what it is going to be?"
[To Be Continued.1
"I DON'T SAY WE WOULD SCRUPLE
TO t'SE FORCE IF THERE WERE
ANY WAY TO APPLY IT."
fast mail, and the freight was taking
the siding at Delhi to let him pass.
One of the red tail-lights of the freight
had gone out and Callahan mistook
the other for the target lamp of the
second switch. He had time to ye'.l
at his fireman, to fling himself upon
the tlirottle-bar and to set the air-
brake before he began to turn Irish
handsprings down the embankment;
but the wrecking crew camped two
whole days at Delhi gathering up the
It was well on in the summer, when
the two divisions, east and west, were
strewn with wreckage and the pit
tracks in the shops and shop yard
were filled to overflowing with crip-
pled engines, that the insurrectionaries
began to gather in their respective la-
bor groups to discuss the growing haz-
ards of railroading on the Trans-West-
The outcome was a protest from the
Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers,
addressed to the receiver in the name
of the organization, setting forth in
plain terms the grievance of the mem-
bers, and charging it bluntly to bad
management. This was followed im-
mediately by similar complaints from
the trainmen, the telegraphers and the
firemen; all praying for relief from
the incubus of incompetent leadership.
Not to be behind these, came the Amal-
gamated Machinists, demanding an in-
crease of pay for night work and over-
time; and last, but not least, an inti-
mation went forth from the Federa-
tive council of all these labor unions
hinting at possible political conse-
quences and the alienation of the labor
vote if the abuses were not corrected.
"What d'ye calc'late the major will
do about it?" said Brodrick, in the
roundhouse conclave held daily by the
trainmen who were hung up or off
duty. "Will he iisten to reason and
give us a sure-enough railroad man
or two at the top?"
"Not in cin 'tousand year," quoth
"Dutch" Tischer, Callahan's alternate
on the fast mail, "llaf you not de | has kicked through its grievance com
Arkoos been reading? It is bolotlcs
from der beginning to der ent; mit
Humor* or (lie l.ntv.
Law and equity are two things which
God has joined together and man haa
When a prisoner in Justice Maule's
court was asked whether he had any-
thing to say why sentence should not
be pronounced upon him, he replied:
"I wish God may strike me dead if I
stole the ducks." Maule waited for
about a minute, and then said: "Pris-
oner, as Providence has not interfered
I must. Three months' hard labor."
A mayor on taking his seat on the
bench for the first time informed the
br.r that during his year of office he
would spare no effort to be neither
partial nor impartial.—London News,
' l. c
Ho 111 llml Title*. *
lie was an exaggerated English type,
and his appearance in the lobby of the
Broadway hotel attracted some at-
tention. So well known a humorest
as Mr. Simeon Ford vouched for the
story. The unknown asked for a light
and volunteered this information: "1
am a stranger here, d'ye know, but at
home I'm a person of some importance.
I'm Sir James B , Knight of the
Garter. Knight of the Balh, Knight of
the Double Eagle, Knight of the Golden
Fleece and Knight of the Iron Cross.
Who are you?" "Me name," was the
ready reply, "is Michel Murphy. Night
before last, last night, to-night and
and he smashed a farmer's wagon and j every night, Michael Murphy."—Y,
killed the farmer this morning within [ licrald.
two train-lengths of the shop junc-
"Drunk?" inquired the ex-manager.
"Never a drop; Dixon's a prohibi-
tionist, dyed in the wool. But just
before he took his train, Halkett had
him In the sweat-box," jacking him up
for not making his time. He came
out red in the face, jumped on his en-
gine and yanked the Flyer down the
yards 40 miles an hour."
"And what Is your trouble, Durgan?"
"Another side of the same thing. 1
wrote Maj. Guilford yesterday, tell-
ing him that .six pit gangs, all the
IIIooiiin In Winter Only.
"It Is called Ihe 'snow flower,' be-
cause it blooms only in the depth of
icy winters," says a botanist, in speak-
ing of a wonderful plant that is to be
found growing on Siberian soli.
"When it opens it is star-shaped, Its
petals of the same length as the
leaves and half an inch In width. A
Russian nobleman took a number of
the seeds to St. Petersburg. They
were placed In a pot of snow and
frozen earth. On the coldest day of
the following January the miraculous
flower burst through its icy covering
roundhouse 'emergencies and two out- anfj displayed its beauties to the won-
door repair squads couldn't begin to ! ,icrjnj. spectators."
keep the cripples moving; and with- j
In a week every one of the labor unions i
Springtime—after the weather has
become well settled—is painting
time. There is no dust flying, no in-
sects are iu the air at that time ready
to commit suicide by suffocation in
the coat of fresh paint. The atmos-
pheric conditions are nlso favorable
at that season for proper dryln;; and
increased life ot the paint.
Si should be a habit with every
property owner every spring to look
over his buildings, etc., and see if
they need repainting; not merely to
see if they "will go another year,"
but whether the time has not come
for putting in the proverbial "stlteh
In time" which shall eventually "save
nine." For ono coat of paint applied
just a little before it ts actually need-
ed will often save most of the paint
on the building by preventing it from
letting go and causing endless trou-
ble and expense.
Paint lets go because linseed oil,
which is the "cement" that holds all
good paint together, gradually decays
or oxidizes, just as iron exposed to
air and dampness will slowly decay
or oxidize. The water and oxygen in
the air are the cause of the trouble
in both cases, and the only reason,
outside of its beautifying effect, that
we apply paint to wood or iron is be-
cause we want to keep water and
air away from them. Live paint,
that is paint in which the linseed oil
is still oily, does this very effectual-
ly; but dead paint, that is paint in
which the oil is no longer oily, is no
more impervious to air and water
than a single thickness of cheese-
cloth would be. If then wo apply a
fresh coat ot oily paint before the
old paint Is dead, the oil from the
new coat will penetrate the old coat,
and the whole coating will once more
become alive; and tills method of ren-
ovation may go on indefinitely.
This explains why it is better econ-
omy to repaint a little before it be-
comes absolutely necessary than a
little after. When the paint is once
dead the fresh coat will pull the
whole coating off.
In the days when repainting meant
a general turning of things upside
down, a two-weeks' "cluttering up"
of the placo with kegs, cans and
pails, a lot of inflammable and ill-
smelling materials standing around,
etc., the dread of painting time was
natural. So was the dread of sofip-
maklng time, of shirt-making time, of
candle-moulding time and the like.
But we live in an ago when soap
conies from the store better and
cheaper than wo can make it, when
shirts are sold ready made for less
than we can buy the materials, when
we can burn coal oil or gas cheaper
than we can make tallow candles,
and when all we have to do when we
want to repaint is to pick out «ur
colors from the card at the store and
pay the painter for putting on the
When it comes to picking out the
paint it is not necessary that one
should be a paint chemist, any more
than one should be an oil chemist
when buying kerosene, or a depart-
ment store buyer when selecting
shirts, or a soap chemist when buy-
ing soap. All that Is necessary to
insure a fair show Is some knowl-
edge of the character of our paint
dealer and the reputation and stand-
ing of the maker of the paint offered.
Nor must one expect to buy a pure
linseed oil paint for the price of lin-
seed oil alone. It can bo taken for
granted when anyone offers to sell
i dollar bills at a discount, he is bait-
ing a hook for "suckers." So it can
be taken for granted when anyone—
wjiether mail order house, paint
manufacturer or dealer—offers paint
too cheap, lie is bidding for the trade
of "suckers," no matter what his
But paints sold in responsible
stores under the brands of reputable
manufacturers are all good products,
differing from ono another in the less
important matter of the solid pig-
ments contained, but practically alike
in having their liquid portions com-
posed essentially of pure linseed oil.
The competition of the better class
of paints has driven inferior goods
practically out of the market, and
no manufacturer of standing now
puts out a poor paint, under his own
name at least.
As to guarahtees on paint, they
can bo taken for what they are worth.
Any reputable manufacturer will
make good any defect actually trace-
able to the paint itself and not to im-
proper use or treatment of it. The
really important guarantee which the
paint buyer should exact from his
dealer is that the paint is made by a
manufacturer that knows his busi-
ness and that the paint Itself has a
record. If he secures this guarantee
ho can afford to chance the rest of
it—the paint will undoubtedly give
good service if properly appllec ac-
cording to directions.
der governor vorwarts."
"Then 1 am tellin' you-all right now
there's goin' to be a heap o' trouble,"
drawled "Pike County" Griggs, the
oldest engineer on the line. "The
shopmen are b'ilin'; and if the major
puts on that blanket cut in wages he's
"'If,'" broke in Callahan, with fine
scorn. " 'Tis slaping on yer injuries
ye are.^listher Griggs. The notice is
out; 'twas posted In the shops this
"Then that settles It," said Griggs,
gloomily. "When does It take hold?"
"The first day av the month to come.
An' they're telling me It catches every-
body, down to the mlsslnger h'ys in
H hill Mil- >1 I'll 111.
mittee. His reply is an order an- I A rich but ignorant lady, who wa3
nouncing a blanket cut in wages, to go | rather ambitious in ner conversational
into effect th'1 first of the month. That j style, in speaking of a friend, said:
means a strike and a general tie-up." j "lie Is a paracram of politeness."
Loring shook his head regretfully. "Excuso me." said a wag sitting
"It hurts me." he admitted. "We next to her, "but do you not mean a
had the best-handled piece of railroad ' parallelogram?"
In the west, and I give the credit to the | "Of course I do!" immediately re-
men that did tlie handling. And to piled the lady. "How could 1 have
have it wrecked by a gang of Incom- made such a mistake?"—London Tit-
The two left-overs nodded.
"That's just it, Mr. Loring," said
M'Tosh. "And we're here to ask you
if It's worth while for us to stick to
the wreck any longer. Are you folks
"We have been trying all legal means
to break the grip of the combination —
"And what arc the prospects?" It
Mrtlioil In It.
Violet—Isn't your father generous
to give you such a big allowance?
Clarissa—Oh, I don't know; he's
pretty shrewd, you know. I heard him
tell mother that It was a good deal
cheaper than giving me mdhey when-
ever I asked for it.—Datroit l-'rce
Prosperity has ruined many a man.
but if a fellow is going to be ruined at
all that Is the pleasantest way.
will have Defiance Starch, not alone
because they get one-third more for
the same money, but also because of
Fat's Idea of an Isand.
Teacher—Patrick, describe an island.
Patrick—Shure, ma'am, It's a place
ye can't lave wirlout a boat —Pilgrim.
Ingenuity of the Lazy Genius.
There is no doubt that the average
loafer displays considerable genius in
keeping out of a job.—Brookfield (Mo.)
Try One Package.
If "Defiance Starch" does not please
you, return it to your dealer. If it
does you get one-third more for the
satno money. It will give you satip-
laction, and will not stick to the iron.
THE DOCTOR'S MELONS
When Dr. Craekenthorpe moved out
from the city to Ferndale he had
given as l:is chief reason for leaving
the flat. "I want a garden." Hal
islis. onions and lettuce bad already
bull enjoyed, and peas were soon
coming on, the doctor gleefully told
himself, but the spot of ground toward
which neither he uor Malachi, his
colored driver, could look without
"dribblln' at de mom" as Malachi ex-
pressed it, was a section given over to
melons. Not that they looked promis-
ing yet, but Malachi and his wife,
Amelia, who was the doctor's house-
keeper, had used all the wisdom gained
from years of experience and had
brought these young vines to that
point where melon bugs lose interest
Soon blossoms began to appear in
such abundance that Amelia's mathe-
matics gave out, and their son. John
Quincy Adams, was made to count
Late in August the sleek bodies of
the watermelons began to be quite
noticeable among the lusty leaves,
while close by the globes of the niusk-
1111 Ions, with the slices already plain-
ly Indicated, exhaled at dusk a fra-
grance which made the sport hard to
pass. Nightly Malachi and the doctor
and sometimes Amelia made the
rounds, thumping the watermelons,
sniffing at the musknielons, until one
Saturday night it was decided that to-
morrow the first ones should be picked
for the table.
After breakfast the family proceed-
ed to the patch, doctor ahead, face
beaming and good will toward men
in his heart; Malachi, full of quaint
humor, following at a respectful dis-
tance, carrying a butcher-knife, the
edge of which he kept furtively test-
ing: Amelia, spick and span as to
apron, bringing up the rear with a
mammoth dlslipan. for she was to
have the pleasure of bearing the mel-
ons into the house. But alas, the
vanity of human wishes! Those mel-
on'. were nowhere to lie found. The
group gazed in speechless amazement
at first, anil Malachi and Amelia sank
Into gloom so profound that the doc-
tor rallied and pointed out several
more melons nearly as mature as
those they were mourning for, which
would be ripe, he felt sure, beforo
one could say "Jack Robinson."
But each time the wily thief knew
nlso, and the repeated disappointment
began to tell upon tills erstwhile hap-
py family. Malachi began to look on
the dark side of life. Amelia, a most
kindly, trusting soul, suspected gro-
cery boys and oven her own friends.
The doctor Joked at first, but Anally
swore roundly, and one night ho
emerged from Ills office with a sin-
ister look, nnd when he reached the
beloved melon patch he did a very
strange thing. In the dim light of
the garden he sank on his knees and
handled each of the fragrant globes
with apparent fondness, as if bidding
It a long farewell. While ho was at
his devotions he heard Malachi call-
ing, and. scrambling to his feet, he
made his way hurriedly to the house.
Along toward morning lie was called
up from sound repose by a telephone
message from Mrs. Ogleby: Would
doctor kindly come at once? Her son
Richard had been taken violently HI.
While the doctor was deliberately
dressing the bell rang again, and he
learned that the mayor's son, Ned
Vllns, was acutely ill. „ 4 ^
The doctor and Malachi put in a
busy day, for this mysterious illness
seemed epidemic. It was no respecter,
of persons, ns It attackgd those of
liTgn and low degiee alike; but It
seemed limited to the youth of the
land. Mayor Vilas and several well-
to-do men got a specialist to examine
the water, and another to see If any
fewer gas could be detected; but as
the sufferers rapidly grew better in-
quiry (lied down.
Toward the end of the siege Malachi
came to Dr. Craekenthorpe and, re-
mising his cap respectfully, sadly
"Mars' Crackenforp, I reckon I'se
on to yo, case 1 dun found dis here
in de melon patch (handing the rather
shame-faced doctor a hypodermic
syringe), "an' I done noticed dat each
one o' ilem big melons is got little
places where its been punched. Dat
low-down nlggah, 'Mella's boy, an'
mine, he's sick along o' the rest."
"Don't worry, Malachi. It was only
"I don't keer what kin' of cack it
was, case I 'low he'll pull froo; he's
too ornery to die. But when he's up
and ramptlous again. I'se gwlne lam
time outen him."
"Oh, let him off, Malachi! Hasn't
he been satisfactorily punished "
"Satifacshusly punished!" snorted
the irate old man. "Wal, I reckon
not! Who tuk keer ilese here melons
from de fust? Me an' 'Mella. Now
dis here pestiferous boy's at dem mel-
ons an' me and 'Mella's had to take
keer on him. How cum you call dat
The doctor wisely held his peace,
for he realized that the fat roll of
bills In his pocket helped him to be
philosophical about his melon crop.—
Calling on America for Kelp.
The appeals for American assisanre
made In behalf of afflicted peoples c f
the old world are recognition of the
abounding prosperity of this country
and its proved willingness to give
from its abundance to those 111 d:s-
tress. The United State3 first tot an
example or generosity on a large sea o
at the time of the great Irish faralno in
the first half of the last century an I
from that time on American ear- t.avo
never been deaf to appeals for help
from across the water.—01# .'Claud
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