The La Grange Journal. (La Grange, Tex.), Vol. 21, No. 42, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 11, 1900 Page: 2 of 8
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Mark Twain la home, after his long
•tar la London. During the yeara he
Itaa made bla home abroad he has been
•t times reported as slowly starving to
;death and at other times as banquet-
tng sumptuously with dukes, earls and
,#mperor*. In 1897 and 1898 Mr. Clem-
<ens was feted In Vienna as no other
'American had been feted. On one of
these occasions be addteased his audi-
ence In the Oerman language. The
•rest humorist Is now 65. but has not
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SAMUEL L. ULEMEN3.
(Mark Twain.)
jet laid aside his pen. Mis recont work
•hows no signs of decrepitude. MU
financial prospects are good.
Brigadier General Bruce Hamilton,
the captor of the Boer General Olivier,
•i one of the fortunate men in the Brit-
ish army In the rapidity of his pro-
motion. Five years ago he was a cap-
tain In the East Yorkshire. Today he
|g the youngest British general officer.
His first experience of warfare was
gained in South Africa, not far from
the scene of his latest exploit, for he
was A D. C. to hts brother-in-law,
Gen. 8lr George Colley, nnd only Just
missed being in the Majuba disaster.
Che toff John £. Hudson.
John E. Hudson of Boston, the pres-
ident of the American Bell Telephone
oompany. died suddenly the other
morning In the
Boston & Maine
railway station at
Beverley, Mass.,
while waiting for
^ his train. For
I many years Mr.
' Hudson was a pro-
p's feasor of law In the
J Harvard university
law school. He be-
came the general
John E. Hudson, '“‘H’8®1 tho Am-
erican Bell Tele-
thons company In 1882 and was tho
legal champion of the company In tho
days of Its early litigations. In 1888
Mr. Hudson became tho general man-
ager, and In 1889 he was elected presi-
dent, which position he held up to the
time of his death.
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A Startling f'/o-Orl.
Miss Halite Ermlnie Rives, cousin to
tht author of “The Quick or the Dead,"
has written a novel that makes the
atory of the Princess Troubetskole
seem absolutely frosty and colorless.
"A Furnace of Earth” Is the name of
the latest production from the pen of
the southern girl who two seasons ago
ahocked the public by “Smoking Flax,"
an antl-lynchtng tale that provoked
criticism from the Atlantic to the Pa-
cific. After Miss Rives read what the
papers said concerning “Smoking
Flax” she wept herself Into a condi-
tion that caused her friends to put her
Into a sanitarium. Her recovery must
kara been complete, for "A Furnace of
■arth” surpasses in Intensity and
frankness anything that bus ever been
written by an American It will cause
Cola and Oulda to feel pnvlous pangs.
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MISS HALI.IE RIVES.
The author, who Is about 25 years old,
Uves with her father. Col. Stephen
Rives, on a fine old place In Christian
County, Kentucky, where she Is the
horror of all the staid matrons and
prim young women, fur In dress and
manner Mis* Rives Is quite as uncon-
ventional as In her writing.
Mr*. William F. Apthorp, wife of a
muaical critic prominent In Boston,
baa Invented a Bounding board of plate
gtaaa, which will be one of the novel
features of the new Chlckerlng Hall In
of the University
r>'
Famous Educator.
Dr. Edward Asahel Blrge, who will
fill the place of Dr. Charles Kendall
Adams as president
of Wisconsin while
Dr. Adam a Is re-
covering his health
abroad, baa been
an honored mem-
ber of the faculty
for twenty-five
years. He began
his labors In 1875
as Instructor In
natural history
and one year later
he was made pro-
fessor of soology.
elected dean of the
and science. Dr. Blrge Is not only a
scientist of eminent reputation, but Is
likewise an authority of International
note In his line. After bis graduation
In 1873 from Williams College he
spent two years In Harvard and re-
ceived from that university his degree
of doctor of philosophy. I-ater he went
abroad for a course In histology at the
University of Lelpsic. In 1897 he was
made honorary doctor of science by
the Western University of Pennsyl-
vania. He Is forty-nine years old.
Dr. Blrge.
In 1891 he was
college of letters
Max Schoenfeld. a former Philadel-
phian. now a resident of Rorschach,
Switzerland, has given $10,000 to the
National Farm School of Doylestown,
Pa., to be used In the purchase of
farms, which are to be rented to the
graduates of the school, thereby giving
them an opportunity of demonstrat-
ing the value of the Instruction they
have received and the capability of,
Jewish youth to gain aupport by agri-
culture.
Collier's Sad "Death.
While investigating noises In the
rear of his residence In Atlanta, Ga.,
the other morning, Charles A. Collier,
one of the best known men In the
south, fell down the steps of tho back
porch. His pistol was discharged, and
the bullet entered the left breast near
the heart. The noise of his fall and
the pistol shot aroused his family. He
was found lying at the bottom of the
steps In the yard In an unconscious
condition.
Mr. Collier was born In Atlanta,
fifty-two years ago. He was educated
at the university of Georgia and was
admitted to the bar in 1871. Leaving
the profession of the law he engaged
In banking with great success. He was
president of the Piedmont exposition
Wi
CHARLES A. COLLIER,
of 1887, alderman In 1887 and 1838, and
mayor pro tempore of Atlanta In 1889.
Ills most notable achievement has
been his work In the Piedmont exposi-
tion. which greatly enlarged the com-
mercial prestige of the city. He was
president of the Cotton States and In-
ternational exposition of 1896, presi-
dent and active head of the Capital
City Bank, from which position he re-
igned only a few months ago, and was
recently made chairman of the board
of county commlsslonera. He served
as one of the twelve commissioners
from the United States to the Paris
exposition of this year, and was a
member of the Lafayette Monument
association.
Old time music lovers will recall the
unique concert performances In the
early '40s of tho Hutchinson family,
which aroused popular enthusiasm In
this country and England. John W.
Hutchinson, the only survivor of tho
family, Is now 80 years old and lives
a secluded life In a small Minnesota
tow a.
Electricity for Jchore.
His highness Ibrahim, sultan of Jo-
hore, has entered Into a contract With
the General Electric company of
Schenectady, N. Y., to furnish him an
electric plant costing between $700 000
and $800,000 to transmit power ninety-
eight miles from a cataract to the gold
mines belonging to the government,
and the company Is sending nine of
its experts to Johore for the purpose
of setting up the plant. They are un-
der contract to remain In the employ
of the sultan for a term of years until
hts own subjects have learned the busi-
ness. The agents of Ibrahim are now
contracting for the rest of the machin-
ery. which will cost In the neighbor-
hood of $250,000.
Robert Hoe. the manufacturer of
printing presses, has had a medal de-
signed to commemorate tha fire hun-
dredth anniversary at tha birth of
Qutenbarg.
SAYINGS and DOINGS
From Society to Factory.
One# queen of one of the finest
homes In the Indiana gas belt, Mrs.
George L Mason la now working as a
factory hand In the Anchor Plating
Works at Marlon to support haraalf
and two llttla daughters Her husband
has abandoned her. She haa been com-
pelled to send her children to her
mother at Macon. Ga. Still she hopes
that she will get trace of her husband,
whom she says she loves. Mason help-
ed to make Muncle and Marlon famous
as manufacturing cities. He was one
of the big promoters of the gas belt.
Inducing capltallsta to Invest hundreds
of thousands of dollars. He made a
fortune. He was for a time at the
bead of a street railway company In
Toronto. Canada. Citizens of Marion
wanted him to call his oldest daughter
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MRS. GEO. L MASON.
Marion for the town. His wife lived In
luxury In Marlon. Now she Is In pov-
erty. Once the center of society, she
Is now deserted.
M. Rostand Is reported to be at work
upon a new play for Bernhardt, which
haa for Its subject the persecution of
the early Christians by Nero. Will
Bernhardt give ua a new sort of
“Quo Vadla,” with “Poppaea” as Its
sensational central figure!
San Francisco's Crotsrth.
San Francisco does not seem to be
discouraged by ltsjoss of relative rank
among the cities of America. The cen-
sus of 1890 showed It to be the eighth
city, with a population of 298,997, while
that of 1900 makes It ninth, with 342,-
782 Inhabitants, having been passed by
Cleveland and Buffalo. Enthusiasts of
San Francisco says that the gain for
the decade has been made largely since
the annexation of the Hawaiian Islands
and the opening of trade with Japan,
China, Asiatic Russia and other por-
tions of that continent. Quoting Sen-
ator Davis’ declaration that the trade
with the east will give the Pacific
coast a population of 15,000 people. It
asserts that with the devolopment of
trade with Asia San Francisco will
show a rapid gain In population, and
the next census will show It higher In
the list, and it Is only a question of
time when It will rival New York.
Carried Mai! Many yea-s. '
For several years past Mrs. Harriet
L. Upton of Falrport, Lenawee county,
Mich., had the contract for carrying
Uncle Sam's mall between her home
town and Adrian. The Institution of
the rural free delivery, however, has
thrown her out of business, and Mrs.
Upton’s familiar figure is no longer
seen along the route.
Not content with handling the malls
exclusively, Mrs. Upton constituted
herself an errand boy—and when any-
body along her route wished small pur-
chases made ‘in town” she would
make them—for a Bmall consideration.
Then, too, large purchases for larger
considerations were sometimes made
for her constituents along the pike;
and when homeward bound Mrs. Up-
ton’s mall cart on many a night was
Jammed full of purchases and the
driver looked like a female competitor
of Santa Claus. She had her city cut-
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MRS. UPTON.
tomers, too. Strictly fresh eggs, spring
chickens, and gilt-edge dairy butter
could be engaged of Mrs. Upton, who
counted these luxuries among her “side
lines.”
While a comparatively young woman
her hair Is as white as snow. an<J Is
made Jo look still whiter by an omni-
present black cape and a very small
hat Although the free delivery man
has cut her perquisites more than half.
Mrs. Upton goes to Adrian every Sat-
urday. She recently said to a corre-
spondent: “I guess I'll turn out farmer
after all. I have done everything on
the farm except plow and cultivate
corn. 1 have gone right out Into the
field and I tell you It has been pretty
hard work to get In thirty-odd miles of
mall carrying every day besides.”
The eontest for the United State#
■enatorshlp In West Virginia 1« rather
a family affair. Senator Stephen B.
Elkins Is a eandtdate for re-election,
and ha Is opposed by Henry G. Darla,
bis tather-ln-lav and pradaeaaaer la
tha sane In.
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KITTY'S HUSBAND
By Author of "Hetty* Etc
444
CHAPTER XIII.—(Continued.)
After much opposition on my part
end quiet, steady determination on
Jobn’s, Meg was sent for. She was
not a very attentive, but she was a
very cheery nurse. She forgot my
medicine one hour, and gave me a
double dose cheerily the next, and
laughed gaily at her own mistakes.
And In spite of her mistakes. I got well
quickly.
But, long after I was well, Meg con-
tinued to stay on with me.
“You have nicer dinners than we
have at home,” she would confess with
sweetest candor, "and your chairs are
softer. And I feel that 1 am doing an
act of benevolence In staying. I save
you and John from eternal tete-a-tete.
Now confess, Kitty, that you are duly
grateful.”
1 was silent
“Silence means confession,” Meg de-
clared.
She stayed through almost all Nov-
ember with us. Whenever she spoke
of going „ohn gravely interposed and
begged her to remain; and she re-
mained willingly. Sometimes I wished
ungratefully that she would go and
leave me alone; but John seemed to
have more fear than I of those tete-a-
tete talks from which she saved us.
Yet, one day. It struck me that John,
too, was growing tired of her long
visit. Meg was late In coming down
stairs; he and I were alone for a min-
ute at breakfast. He held bis paper,
but he was not reading It; presently
he put It down. Glancing across at
him, 1 was pained to see how worried
and anxious be was looking.
"Meg Is staying all this week,
Kitty?” he asked me suddenly as ho
caught my questioning glance.
“You asked her to stay, John.”
“Yes, 1 know,” he said; and he took
up his paper again with a little sigh.
before her Into the fire with a far-
away gaze, and started when I entered
the room; she looked round at me,
her eyes laughing, and yet with some-
thing of mingled melancholy in their
depths.
“Why, what are you doing, Meg?” I
asked.
“Thinking, dear—an uncommon
thing," answered she; and she shook
back her fair, rippling, pretty hair, and
seemed as though she would shake
away her thoughts with the same im-
patient gesture. "I’ve seen a ghost,"
she said. "The vision has been haunt-
ing me all day. Don’t I look like It?
I’ve seen the ghost of an old love, Kit-
ty.”
She spoke lightly, scofflngly, and yet
there was an undercurrent of deeper
meaning In her tone. I knelt down
upon the rug beside her chair, and she
put her elbows once more upon her
knees and her chin upon her hands,
and again looked musingly into the fire
before her.
"You didn’t know I had an old love?”
she said, still In a scoffing tone. "You
didn't know that I went about the
world with the smallest possible
fraction of a heart, did you, Kitty7
On the whole, I got on very well. One
enjoys the world better without a heart
than with one, I think. Pretty bonnets
are more satisfactory than lovers.”
“Meg,” I said, looking closely and
curiously at her, “I don’t understand
you—1 don’t understand a bit what you
are meaning.”
“Nor I,” said Meg. with an odd little
laugh that was half a sigh. ”A person
who has seen a ghost may be allowed
to be half-witted for half a day. I saw
a ghost at breakfast-time this morn-
ing. I took It in from the postman at
the door. It Is residing now In John’s
study, I suppose. And, If It were not
for an old-fashioned Idea of honor, I
and It again struck me that he did not
read It.
Meg came down stairs, gaily hum-
ming as she came. As she passed
through the hall the postman arrived,
and the brought In the letters, looking
carefully In a perfectly open way at
each one. Suddenly the smile faded
from her face; she glanced quickly at
John with a half questioning, half-
startled look.
John rose and put out his hand to
take the letters. He was more eager
than usual to obtain them. Meg gave
them to him slowly, one by one.
"Only three,” she said. "One from
Madame Arnaud. One from a person
who ought to go back to copy-books—”
John took the letters she held out
to him. She still retained the third.
"Let me have the other, Meg," he
said In a tone of tired forbearance.
She put the letter down upon the
table, but she was still holding it.
"Whose writing Is that?" she asked.
John's face puzzled me. He was
evidently striving against a sharp, im-
patient answer. He was anxious to
obtain possession of the letter, and
anxious that Meg should not any
longer examine It. Meg. too. was
graver than her wont as she stood
looking doubtfully, first at him. then
again at the handwriting on the en-
velope.
"I know that writing.” she said half-
defiantly.
“I think not.” said John.
"Tell me whose It Is.”
"I am very sorry. I cannot tell you.
It Is a private correspondent."
Meg said no more. She relinquished
the letter meekly, and John took It un-
opened into his study and did not ap-
pear again.
CHAPTER XIV.
It was a cold, boisterous day, but 1
had shopping to do, and wag out alone
oil the afternoon. I came In to find
Meg sitting pensively before the fire,
her hair ontldy. her morning drees un-
changed, her elbowe on her kneee. her
chle oa her bands. She was looking
would go and rifle John's study and try
to find It."
“Are you talking about the letters,
Meg, that you took this morning?”
“Oh, wise Kitty! About one of those
letters. Yes.”
I looked at her In perplexity. For
many minutes she did not speak again.
“I have a score of love-letters all In
that same handwriting." she said at
last, turning her head to smile at me—
“the only love letters I ever had, or
ever shall have. Preserve me from
having any more."
She clasped her hands behind her
head and laughed.
"It was such a foolish affair, so
childish, so silly,” she added, with a
lingering regret In her scornful tone.
I thought I had forgotten all about It.”
"Tell me about It, Meg.”
"Tell you about It, Kitty? Thank
you, dear. I would rather not.”
I did not urge her any further.
With her hands clasped behind her
head, she sat looking before her.
Presently she turned and looked mus-
ingly at me.
"I don’t see why I shouldn’t tell
you,” she said. "It may amuse you.
Poor little Kitty! Life is dull enough
for you: you want a glimpse of com-
edy now and then to make you smile.
Well, smile at this. When I was six-
teen, Kitty, I loqt my heart. 1 had a
lover—my only lover—laugh, dear.”
“I don't want to laugh, Meg.”
"Don’t you? Is the story so tragic?
I assure you It’s comic, too. I used to
play truant from school In order to go
for walks with him. Was that comic or
tragic or only Improper?”
"Who was he, Meg?”
"His name doesn’t matter, dear. He,
at all events, thought that It didn't
matter. He called himself Arthur Les-
lie. I found out afterwards that the
rest of the world called him Arthur 8t.
John.”
“That was Madame Araand'e name,"
I said vaguely.
“He was related la soma way, 1
think, to Madams Arnaud. It was (nfi
wera trembling a Uttl*.
yes were laughing at me.
is this agor 1 asked.
aU
I am
ha
episode, f-4
P»««a aC IHL,
them for, MB
used to Ml
day at tha
lady with _
them to me wljflfl
The same ydfifiM|
pastry cook’s still.,
that street-."
Meg’s Ups
though her eye
"How long la this
“Oh, a century ) wqg
sixteen, nearly four yean aso”
"And no one knewT**
“No one. Only tha goldaa haired
lady who sold us Jam-puffs and lemtm.
ade and Ices.”’ . >1?
“And was he as young as yonf*
Meg smiled.
“No. not as young as I," she said
drily. He must have left school tea
years before. He had left college. Ha
had left the bar—I think perhaps he
had left half a dozen other professions
which he never mentioned. Oh, y«o
Kitty, he was In every way a hero, old
enough, tall enough, dark enough,
wicked enough, I dare say!"
‘You were In love with him, MegT"
“I thought I waa, dear. One caa
Imagine most things when one la six-
teen, or a little over."
"How did It end, Meg?"
“It didn’t end. He left a note one day
with the golden haired lady, asking me
to go for a walk with him by the 8er»
pentlne. I lift a note In answer to say
that I would come. I went; but ha
forgot the appointment. He never
wrote to me any more. I have not seen
him or heard of him from that time to
this. 1 have often been very glad."
It was hard to know what to say. I
sat looking at her thoughtfully.
"The letter that came for John thip
morning was from him?” I asked.
"Yes—I am sure of it,” said Meg,
She rose from her seat, humming a
scrap of a song.
"1 shall go and dress now,” she sal*.
“When one telU one's love stories on#
should always tell them In picturesque
dishabille. Did I look sufficiently love-
lorn? Did I amuse you, KlttyT Well,
I am tired of looking ugly; I shall g*
and dress.”
She went away, still humming, up
the stairs, and I sat reflecting on afi
that she bad said. Was Meg laughing,
or was she In earnest. I did not know.
So deep was I In thought that I did'
not hear the door open, did not heat
John enter. • >
"Kitty,” he said In a quick ton*
less calm and steady than was hid
wont, “I want to speak to yon. Coma
into the study with me; I want to
speak to you alone.”
“Meg has gone upstairs," I observed,
rising obediently, however to follow
him.
He closed the study door behind US.
and drew forward a chair toward tha
fire for me. It was weeks since I had
sat alone thus In John's study with
him. 1 looked around the room. II
somehow looked more dreary than II
had been wont to look. The dust lay
thickly on the chimney piece and writ-
ing table; there were no flowers any-
where; the hearth looked dirty; the
fire burnt dull and low, and John him-
self had changed since I had sat there
with him last. He looked sadder,
older.
"Kitty," he said, standing before me,
one elbow on the chimney-piece, and
looking down at me. “I am going to
entrust you with an Important secret."
He waited. I looked gravely at him.
and did not answer.
"I feel sure that I can trust you."
“Yes,” I replied simply, "you ca»
trust me.”
(To be continued.)
PRINCE OF MONACO’S WIT.
Wbj tli. Am.rlr.n, Who Usd Ho TseA
Wilted.
“I noticed an interesting sketch of
the prince of Monaco,” remarked a
prominent New Orleans educator to ■
New Orleans Times-Democrat man. ‘‘1$
is not generally known that the prince
besides being the greatest gambliufi
house proprietor In the world, Is also
a scientist of high repute. He has mado
a study for years of deep-sea forms of
life, owns the best-equipped vessel
afloat for that sort of investigation
and has written several valuable works
on' the subject. In fact, some of tho
text books used right here in New Or-
leans contain contributions from hli
pen. His specialty is the cephalopoda
or octopus family, and unkind peoplO
might detect evidences of the eternal
fitness of things in the circumstance
Nevertheless he has made some veTp
Important discoveries and has broughl
to the surface scores of strange aiifi
unknown types of those curious mon-
sters called devil-fish. In connection!
with his scientific pursuits I was ones
told a curious story by a Harvard pro*
fessor who once visited the prince ax
his home, and I don’t believe the yarn
has ever been seen In print. At th*
time of the visit a couple of other
Americans were present and one «
them had the execrable taste to ad*
vert to the gaming casino which i,i the
principal feature of Monaco. ‘I_ H*® *•
go there to look at the frescoes, •
said, ’but I keep away, from the roo-
lette wheels. To my way of thinking
a man who plays them might ■*
throw hia money In the ocean.’ ‘Thai,
my dear air,’ replied the prince lmp«"
turbably. ‘la precisely what he doea. no
thrown hla money In the ocean. .*7
entire personal Income for the last arm
yeara haa been devoted to
etndy. Yon will allow me.’
•to compliment yon upon your eingw-
lar perspicacity.’ The Americas wine*.
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The La Grange Journal. (La Grange, Tex.), Vol. 21, No. 42, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 11, 1900, newspaper, October 11, 1900; La Grange, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth997578/m1/2/?q=%22%22~1: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Fayette Public Library, Museum and Archives.