The Headlight (Augusta, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 52, Ed. 1 Friday, July 12, 1901 Page: 2 of 8
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The largest nerdle manufactory ,n j
the worlil 1* at Reddltch, Worcester- j
■hire. KtiK Over 70.000.000 needles art |
made there weekly.
Tasmania'* tutors engaged by farm- !
era often work with their pupils in the :
fields, notably at harvest time and in
the shearing season.
An Italian named Lam-u-ithia has
invented a repeating gim which Ores |
nineteen shots without reloading and |
has all the advantages of other weap-
One ton of steel shipping equals
four of Milling shipping - that is to ,
say, a steamer can carry four tlmeh
hk much cargo any given distance in j
a year as a sailing vessel can.
A movement has been started In j
Georgia to perpetuate the memory of I
Eli Whitney by converting into an ele-
gant country club the serene of his la-
bors near Augusta, where he perfected
his cotton gin. The organisation has :
been perfected and the charter for the
Not all the '-oral reel* are found out
In the ocean. Within the last two years
several remarkable reefs of fossil coral
have been discovered near Balnbridge.
on the Flint river. In Georgia. One
reef so found consisted of coral heads,
some of them more than a foot In di
ameter. Between twenty-five and thirty
species have been recognized in these
1 a-k lier if she loves mc,
She shakes her head, and when
I turn t<> leave she sweetly sinile-.
And lures me buck again.
"Alas! you love another !'*
In angry tones I ay;
She nods, but as I turn to leave
She sweetly bids nie May.
\\ ith outstretched arms I <>fltr
My love my all to her.
And seek to cla p her. hut she cries :
Stand back' How dare you, ir?"
With -inking heart and hopeless
I turn once more, and lo!
1 bear a soft, sweet voice that >ays:
"I wish you wouldn't go."
I throw my arms around her.
And press her to my heart.
And. after while, when -he gets time.
She says: "You think you're stuart!"
—S. E. Kiscr.
What is described as an "ancient
draughtboard" ha# been discovered In
Crete, it must, by all accounts, be a
very fine piece of *ork, since it is cam-
posed of nutural crystal, ivory, gold
•"} silver, but it Is by no means
unique :.VUUghts. or the game
from which both are <iei ,..«,
known to nearly all the ancient civili-
sations, nnd Greek and Egypt an
boards are by no means uncommon.
Dr. Leopold Rieger, a fashionab e
Viennese dentist,- has Jus-t sued his as-
sistant. Dr. von Hauer, for the sum of
£130, being the estimated value of
certain luncheons and dinners eaten by
the latter while he was the fiance cf
Dr. Rieger's daughter. The engage-
ment lasted two months, and wag then
broken ofT. Dr. Rieger maintains that
the food was obtained under false pre-
tences, a.s his assistant was never seri-
ous in his attentions to his daughter.
After a deal of argument the case has
been decided against Or. Rieger. who
also has to pay the costs, amounting
A road made of slag cement
is to be constructed at North
Tonowanda, New York. The Tono-
wanda lion and steel Company
has received permission to lay
tracks on a road which Is now In poor
condition, provided it will Mag the
roadway for its full width of 66 feet.
The street is about 40 feet wide. The
method of laying this particular sur-
facing is probably novel. The molten
slag is to be run in a "hot train" of
iron cars over the track, and the slag
poured over the surface at the proper
place. The company claims that it will
cool into a solid mass.
The first active step in the war on
the famous—or infamous—Jersey mos-
quitoes was taken last month, when
simultaneous attacks were made upon
several points of their breeding
grounds. The Hackensack meadows
and the marshes about the Oranges
have always been prolific sources of
this insect pest. I'nder the direction
of the entomologist of the Department
of Agriculture at Washington, the sur-
face of the water in the marshes was
treated with kerosene. The applica-
tion will be renewed several times
during the summer. Success will be of
the greatest benefit to public health,
but the extermination of the Jersey
mosquito will rob the humorist of one
of his dearest treasures.
One of the queer charities In New
York is the auctioning of homeless and
destitute men In Madison Square every
night. Chaplain Rattier, a worker
among the poor, who Is unconnected
with any church organization stirtel
the scheme. The auct'on idea was hit
upon by mere accident, but It proved
more popular than the old style of
making collections. The chaplain will
pick out a ragged specimen of human-
ity, stand him on the curb and shout.
"What am I bid?" The crowd Invari-
ably takes the cue with good humor,
anil someone usually starts bidding at
five cents. Often the homeless ones a- e
"knocked down" at fifty or sixty cents,
when the crowd Is especially llbfrat or
good humored. The money is then
passed over to the object of Ms attrac-
tion. Every night between eleven and
twelve a line of homeless and penniless
men form In Madison square and a* th
theaters empty their crowds. Chapla'n
Ratsler mounts a bench and invltei at-
tention to bis human wares.
Limitations of Miss Lane.
BY JI'LIA VALENTINE BOND.
.'Copyright, 1901, by Dally Story Tub. Po.)
\ man and a girl—that most ancient
of combination*—with its endless
chain of possibilities—are seated side
by side on a bank of coarse grass and
gray boulder, looking seaward. The
9Id duel of the sexes has been waging
tot ween them for the best part of an
hour, but as yet neither party lias
been worsted. There are no seconds,
unless a small boy disporting himself
in the middle distance could so be
counted. At any rate he serves as a
sort of time-rest to the conversation,
occasionally drawing the attention of
the pair to himself by the narrowness
of bis escapes from bodily injury. His
efforts are directed toward fixing a
flagpole on a tree in honor of the ap-
proaching Fourth of July. Dr. Randall
hazards the prophecy that one of these
days Jack Uughes will kill himself.
"Not he." says Miss Un<> cheerful-
ly: "but I wish he'd come down. I love
boys who want to do dangerous things.
k'Jt I <?«n't bear to see them at it."
"You're simply," he says, "the most
feminine woman I've met."
"And is that why you like me?"
"One of the whys. There are others."
"I don't think I like the obvious."
returns Miss Line. "It is as bad to be
labeled feminine as being called swee t
"You couldn't be the first without
being the two last. Why, I wonder, do
women gird so at belonging to their
own sex? Do you ever hear a man ob-
ject to being called a manly fellow?"
"I deny that we do gird at It. It is
only the never getting beyond one's
limitations. Suppose one is a primrose
by a river's brim: you don't want to
be that end nothing more. It is the
eternal feminine 1 object to."
The man smiles beneath the shelter
of his hat brim.
"Getting beyond your limitations."
he says, "confessedly out of your
depths. Who appears to advantage.
peasant that 'men are a very poor
class of society.' "
"Do 1?' she laughs. "Ask any of the
women over there"—pointing in the
direction of the little summer settle-
ment across the hill~"they will tell
you Mies Lane Is nevfr so happy us
"I Have No Patience," began Miss
man or woman. In that situation?"
"What are a woman's limitations?"
impatiently. "I mean, of course, your
idea of them. I know all men have a
cut-and-drled theory on the subject,
ready for use at a moment's notice."
"Evidently you agree with Hardy's
A Bag of Familiar Patterns.
when she has a man tagging at her
"And you deny that your sex is
"That isn't spiteful, after all. per-
haps," ruefully. 'I dare say it is only
true. 1 do like them—I," lamely, "have
always been accustomed to them."
"Don't annihilate me for saying
therein lies the chief charm of the
"Oh! no. You're welcome to your
opinion. I believe I even asked for It."
"You did. You said, 'What are wom-
an's limitations?' And you accused me
of baving a cut-and-dried answer. But
you didn't wait for it. 1 was about to
say I'd never found a woman's limi-
"Then," calmly, "you were al«ut to
tell an untruth. There was never yet a
man who hadn't set the boundary for
"You don't mind if I smoke?"-She
nods permission. "I admit there are
just one or two walks in life over
which it is written—-'Verboten zu
Rlngnng,' to a woman."
"Well, medicine and the law, to be-
gin witb. As a doctor 1 have it on my
conscience to have dissuaded at least
three young women from becoming
The silence that follows this state-4
ment becomes fairly ominous.
"1 have no patience" begins Miss
Lme at last, "with a man—no respect
for one who says such a thing as
that. I am sorry—I—really thought
better of you." She rises to her full
height, which is nut a great one. but
gives her unfair advantage over her
prone combatant, who sits up physic-
ally and metaphorically.
I am awfully sorry," apologetical-
ly. picking up a fallen hatpin; "I didn't
mean to hurt your feelings. I couldn't
tell l was treading on sacred ground.
Somehow one doesn't associate you
with any of those pursuits. You are
"So feminine." she interjects icorn-
fully, -but I can't help that."
"N«, thank heaven," devootly.
A gleam of mirth steals into her
ey< \ and she reseats herself.
"Oh, what is the use?" she cries. "I
thought years ago I had learned to
control myself. I know and love so
many splendid women who are nuruea,
and my best fiieod." firmly, "is a doc-
tor—a woman doc tor. So it hurts me
to the quick to hear your easy con.
tempt for them."
"But you mustn't think for an in-
stant that I feel a contempt for them
L' sides 1 am only a man in a thous-
"Yes," she says, wlh a catch of het
breath, "it really doesn't matter what
"Oh! but I hope It does—just a little.
It matters so much to me. 1 have only
known you a short month, but there
are timois when time doesn't count
Surely, you know I love you"
Suddenly across his speech there
breaks a child's cry of terror. Turning
sharply he sees little Jack Hughes fall
heavily from the high tree where he
has fixed the flag. Moved by a common
impulse the man and girl go tearing
down the hill together without a word.
Miss Lane kneels by the boy and
with her ear to his breast listens to
the faint heart-beat* that assure her
life is still there.
"I'd give a good deal for my surgic-
al bag just now,' says Dr. Randall
when the boy has been laid on his own
bed in the cottage where Miss Lane's
summer has been spent. "There's ar.
ugly fracture here that needs looking
to at once. Let me see," and he glances
about to discover some impromptu
means to wrest to his own ends.
Miss I^ane stands' irresolute for a
brief moment, then is out of the room
in a flash. When she appears It is with
a bag of famiflar pattern wherein is
found all that is needed to the sur-
"This," she says coloring, i'l happen-
ed to know was in the house."
Miss l.ane watches him approvingly
In silence as long as all goes smooth-
ly, but when a cry of agony breaks
from the child. "Don't you think"—
she says. "Just a whiff or two," he
answers with perfect comprehension,
and in a few moments Jack is lulled
off on the blessed fumes of ether.
When all is well over and they stand
together on the porch outside Jack's
little room in the falling twilight.
Miss Lane somehow finds herself in
Dr. Randall's arms.
"I am glad that man, proud man,
never d'ssuaded you from becoming a
trained nurse," he says. "Jack would
have fared badly today .if between us
we hadn't surprised your secret."
"I have been a doctor for two years."
says Miss Lane demurely. Then, after
a pause, she adds with a little smile,
"I was to 'have been one of the lights
of orthopedic surgery."
"Was to have been?" he echoes, as
he draws her closer to him. "Why,
You," she returns briefly. I hope I
know my own limitations."
Ciimtilt to Hacrctl Music.
There is a gambling house in Phila-
delphia whic.'i i-mp oys an automatic
church organ instead oi a lookout man.
"The scheme," says the Record, "has
worked beautifully and neither the
neighbors nor the 'fly cops' of the dis-
trict are onto the game. When the
organ is started, you might think in
passing the bouse that a prayer meet-
ing or a revival service was in prog-
ress behind the closed blinds, for it
plays nothing but hymns. All the
evening It switches from Nearer, My
God. to Thee, to Rock of Ages, and
then to From Greenland's Icy Moun-
tains. And all the time the chips are
rattliag and the 'kitty' is growing fat.
Think of raiding a joint where the or-
gan was playing "Nearer, My God, to
Frrila lla< No Summer llitln.
There is no rain In Persia during the
summer months, and the land is bar-
ren'except where there are streams of
water for irrigation. The mountain
streams are conducted in an under-
ground channels, formed by digging
pits, about thirty feet apart, and tun-
neling from one to the other. Ti ls
prevents thq evaporation of the water
by the sun, and at the same ilme
usually finds a clay bot'om so' that
there Is not so much lost by absorption
and leakage. Little t hannels branch
off from time to time, and bring some
of the waten to the surface, where it is
carried about in little ditches, to water
Th« Itiirr Mntl Hamilton rinilllm.
Mrs. Elzabeth Burr Hamilton, said
to be the last member of the seventh
generation of the Burr family, who
died at Bridgeport. Conn., at the age
of DO, was the fifth cousin of Aaron
Burr, the third Tlce president of the
United States, who killed Alexander
Hamilton, the lawyer and statesman,
in a duel in 1804. Her death recalls the
fact that, though the families of Burr
and Hamilton weie the most bitter en-
emies at the begltning of the Inst cen-
tury. love found t way 32 years after
the famous duel to bring the families
together again Ik the marriage of
Elizabeth Burr and Alexander Hamil-
ton in 1836.
The ostrich cm tickle any womat
with his feathers
MOVING PULL-CROWN TREES.
•mm Forty Xmk Old Takea Iraa Na-
tive Moll io (It;.
When Andrew Carnegie sailed for
Europe be said he expected to return
In the fall and to find waiting for him
hU magnificent new home on Fifth
avenue in the' block surrounded by
Ninetieth and Ninety-first streets. In
the grounds sunoundlng the bulldihg
there will be at that time a large- grove
of trees growing Just as conildentlj
and prosperously as if they had fur-
nished the shade for the place for
many a year. These trees have been
brought fi^om Westchester county ami
from the border of Connecticut. They
have been selected with the greatest
care, all with a view to harmonizing
with a distinctive artistic design. They
have been taken up, root and branch,
and hauled in huge trucks from their
native spots to adorn Mr. Carnegie's
Fifth avenue park. In moving these
trees care was taken not to injure the
smallest of their twigs. There was
no paring, no cutting anywhere. Mr.
Carnegie is getting old. and he wanted
these stately growths, now In all their
native glory. They were to grow in
Fifth avenue just as they had done in
the woods aud forests for 20. 30 and
40 years. Modern science and invent
ive genius have made it possible to
transplant trees now without the loss
of any of their vitality or any of their
' beauty. This Is done by means of a
| complicated trucking system. At-
i tached to the axle joining two heavy
iron wheels Is a long wooden pole, at
right angles to the axle, and forming
J a sort of cross with it. The axle is
covered in the middle by a sort of
felt saddle. This apparatus LS moved
against the tree, the saddle against its
side. Two large hooks, like fishhook®
are then placed under the two main
roots of the tires. These hooks art
suspended by a cable stretching ovei
the top of the pole attached to the
axle. This cable is now pulled over
the top of the pole by a machine, and
the hooks pull the tree up without in-
juring It, bringing the small flbroiu
roots and the earth that surround?
MINER IN PARLIAMENT.
IlithvU Aml>llion t« Ser*e lntarnU of
Having spent 18 years under ground,
wielding a miner's pick when he was
10 years old, the member of parlia-
ment for Morepeth, Thomas Burt,
might be expected to know a little on
mining matters and the wages of tha
black toilers. Burt's history affords a
grand example of that ennobling prin-'
ciple of "self-help" which Smiles ha*
advocated and Abraham Lincoln ex-
ploited. The son of Prter Burt, a
miner, born at the heginuing of th
Victorian era in a tiny cottage ad-
joining the coal line which runs from
Blackworth to the Northumberland,
docks. Thomas had to rush his village
schooling and assimilate his wisdom
with the aid of stray books and a dig-
ger's lamp. No astrologer could hava
foretold that Oils rough Northum-
brian lad was destined to be an officer
of state In the Victorian reign. The
youngster went down into the pit. the
mental companion of Shakespeare.
Milton, Scott and John Stuart Mill. As
young Burt grew up he was always on
good terms of fellowship with asso-
ciates without deeming it necessary to
accompany them to the public house.
He has always been an abstainer. H*
also became a Primitive Methodist and
a man of peace. He had no ambition
save to Berve the interest of his fel-
low-miners. They have ever respected
him. and given him a choice of offi-
cial positions In their unions. Since
1874 he has enjoyed the by no means
slight distinction of having sat in the
house without losing those good qual-
ities which caused hiin to be sent there
by his companions in toil.
M ilan of Nolur Sjftem,
Professor Neweomb, the astronomer,
discussing the advance made in that
science during the last century, says
that mankind is only beginning to
learn something of the truth, and that
the greatest victory of the astron-
omers In the nineteenth cen-
tury was the determination of
the exact motion of the solar
system, which is moving in space
at the rate of 40.000 miles an hour, but
no one can tell whence it came or
whither it goeth. Another important
improvement is the application of me-
chanical methods for recording astron-
omical phenomena. An astronomer of
a few years ago was compelled to keep
his eyes upon the stars and sketch in-
accurately and imperfectly the objects
that passed before his vision. The in-
troduction of automatic photography-
gives him an exact record of every
event among the heavenly bodies, al-
though he may see nothing of It him-
Two I.ltn Coinptrrri.
A curious fact is revealod by th*
Peerage with regard to the earl c.r
Ivflcester. He and his father named,
and exactly 100 years lie between the
dates of the two ceremonies. Each
man had two wlvea, and the present
earl is a eon of his father's scconJ
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