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About Corvallis gazette. (Corvallis, Benton County, Or.) 1900-1909 | View Entire Issue (March 15, 1901)
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm KENTUCKY FEUD THAT A Change of Purpose. GREW FROM A COURTSHIP ?r i m T was a bright morning In January. and a girl was breakfasting alone In tbe somewhat dingy sitting room of a Bloornsbury lodging bouse. She was young and pretty, with delicate, thoughtful looking features. She glanc ed at the clock It wanted a few min utes to 9 then rose from her seat and. -walking to the window, pulled back the faded red curtains. "A clear sky there will be a splen did light soon for Phil," she exclaimed. She turned and made her way back to the fireplace. An envelope on the mantelpiece caught her eye. It was an old one, and had been there for some weeks, but she took it down once again, and drew a card out a mere ordinary Christmas card, with the words, "Madge, from Dick," written upon it. She gased at It reflectively; then replaced It with a little sigh. "Ah, Dick," she murmured, "if only things had gone a little better with us!" The chimes of a clock striking the hour caught her ear, and she made hur ried preparations for her departure. On her way down she tapped at a door, and opened It half an Inch. "Many happy returns of the day, Phil, dear!" she called out. "It's a lovely morning. Good-by!" She ran down the stales lightly. In the hall she was met- by an elderly looking man in a velveteen coat. She nodded brightly to him, and he opened the door for her. "Your brother's birthday?" he ask ed with a smile. "Yes. We must do something to night In honor of it, and yon must help us. Mr. Llntell! Good-by I shall be late for my 'bus!" About an hour later, Phil Halstan emerged from his room. He was a tall, well-built young fellow, with a some what heavy, Indolent-looking face. He ate a leisurely breakfast, then, lighting a cigarette, dropped Into an armchair by the fire and let his eyes travel slow ly round the dull room. A look of dis gust crept to his face. "Ugh !" he exclaimed. "How horribly mean and sordid it all looks! Shall I ever get out of It?" Presently he rose, and, going to a corner by the window, drew forward an easel. . He sat himself before it and gazed at the blank canvas. Then he felt for his box of brushes and fingered them meditatively. Finally he laid them down and looked out of the win dow. There was a tap at the door, and the next moment old Mr. Llntell entered. He lived on the upper floor and had got to be very friendly with Madge and her brother. "1 won't Interrupt you," he began, with a glance at the easel. "I only came to offer you my best wishes !" "Thanks! Please don't go," cried Phil, as the old man moved toward the door. "Fact is, I don't think I shall do much more work now rather thought of giving myself a holiday. My birthday, you know!" he added half Jocularly. Old Llntell came forward slowly. He looked at the blank canvas. "It's going to be a great thing!" ex plained Phil. "I'm working out the Idea nowIt takes time, you know." The old man nodded, and looked out of the window. He had been thinking a good deal of Phil lately this boy who got up late, sat dreaming half the day, and loafed the other, who had never earned a penny In bis life, kept In idleness by a devoted sister who, as typist in a solicitor's office, worked hard from morn to night, believing In him-heart and soul. He glanced up sharply at Phil. "Might I .see your, portfolio?" he aid. "I used to know something about art" Phil pulled it out with alacrity, and opened it for the old man's inspection. Mr. Llntell turned them over one by one. They were crude and badly done, with no sign of distinctive ability what ever. "Well? asked Phil eagerly. He shared bis sister's belief, in himself. "Give me your candid opinion." Mr. Llntell wiped his glasses and proceeded to oblige him. He told him the truth the unpleasant, naked truth and a wave of color swept over young Phil's cheek. Then he laughed. "Ifs too ridiculous," he cried. Old Mr. Llntell rose from his chair and made his way to the door. "I'm sorry," he said, "but I thought you ought to know." Phil laughed again as the door closed on the old man but U was an uncom fortable sort of laugh the laugh of a man whose mind had been suddenly confronted with a new aspect of the ease. He strode up and down the room. "Of course, I shall be famous some day shall pay little Madge back a thousandfold and she doesn't mind working at present!" he reflected. "And be said I hadn't a particle of ability, that I was wasting my time, that I ought to be earning my living, keeping Madge, instead of letting her !". He glanced toward the window. Tbe sun was shining temptingly. He walk ed to tbe mantelpiece and found two half-crowns which Madge had left there.. Unthinkingly be slipped these into his pocket,' then, taking hat and stick, made his way out of the house. He meant to go for a long walk, to think out bis great idea. But be found be could think of nothing but old Lln tell'' word. The idiotic sentence kept runnings through his head. He. Phil Halstan, a mere loafer! The thing was absurd; Madge herself would be the first to say so.' He walked for some time, and made an effort to think of something else. Presently he dropped Into a cheap res taurant to nave lunch. " He sat down at a table; next to him two men were talking rather excitedly. "I don't care who it isr? one was de claring emphatically. "The chap who loafs wnue a woman works for lm is a ound, and deserves to be kicked! Why, I'd sooner sweep the roadway I" Phil, with a red face, rose and hur riedly left the place. ' - It was half past 2 the same afternoon when Madge ran lightly up the stair case of the house in Bloomsbury, and burst Into the sitting room. Her face was flushed and her eyes sparkled. She saw a young man standing by the win dow. His back was turned to her. "Phil!" she cried Joyously, "I have a half holiday!" , The figure In the window turned and she gave a little cry of surprise. "Dick!" she gasped in astonishment. Dick Evington came toward her, holding out his hand. ' "Just Dick," he answered with a smile. He caught her hand and stood looking Into her face. "Something has happened, Madge, and I've come up at once from Anlngton to tell you about it." There was a dainty flush on her cheeks; he thought he had never seen her look so beautiful. , "I hope it Is something good for yon, Dick." she said. "Is It?" "I don't know yet," he said, slowly. "That Is, until I've heard what yon have to say." Now it happened that at this moment Phil Halstan was wending his way homewards. He let himself in with his latchkey and went up to "their room. The door was not quite shut, and he heard voices Madge's and another's. He recognized it after a moment. Then he caught a 'few of the words. He glanced round. The landing was dark. Hardly knowing what he did, he sank down on the first stair and listened. "I knew things would come right at last. Madge, dear!" Evlngton's voice was saying. "But I didn't think it would be as splendid as this. A good post abroad only open to a married man, too!", There was a pause. Outside Phil irrusped the bannister. There was a slight movement by him, and turning Ids head he found Llntell had crept to ill side. Then they heard Madge's voice. It was low and tremulous. "I'm sorry. Dick, but ' "Why. Madge, you love me?" "Yes, love you, Dick-always have loved you always shall! But " There was a pause, then In a whisper. "There's Phil!" Old Llntell laid a hand on the young man's shoulder. "But surely Phil won't mind!" cried Evington. "He Is a man, and can earn his own living. He would not wish you to give up this." "You don't understand, Dick!" There were tears in Madge's voice this time. "Some day Phil will be a great artist, be famous, but Just now he wants my help! Oh, Dick, I'm so sorry, but I can't leave him can't go with you though I love you so!" Phil Halstan shok old LIntell's hand from his shoulder, and rose suddenly to his feet. He stood for a moment un decided, then crept away on tiptoe down the stairs. Old Llntell followed. "What are you going to do?" he said. Phil made no reply. He crammed his hat on his head, opened the door and stepped Into the street Old Lin tell went with him, and they walked away together. "Are you going to let ber lose her one big chance of happiness?" said old Llntell, in a low voice; "or going to con tinue to. Idle your life away she keep ing you?" Phil hardly seemed to hear him. He was striding along with his hands thrust deep in his pockets, his eyes staring straight ahead of him. Sud denly he threw his head back. "You beard she doesn't want to go herself!" ' he cried, almost fiercely. "She'd soon forget all about it." "A girl with a heart like Madge's never forgets!" replied old Llntell. "What are you going to do?" he repeat ed relentlessly. "A little more time and I might do something big!" broke out Phil. "You've loafed for three years and done nothing!" said the old man. "Yon know you will never do anything In art. You've willfully shut your eyes, and used It as an excuse to yourself and her for idling!" The young man's mouth was twitch ing convulsively. "You're right!" he cried. In a hoarse voice, "but what's there left for me to do I know nothing, have done noth ing!": be finished helplessly. "Be a man. There's always some thing for a man to do! Remember what she has done for you." They reached St.-Martin's Church at Charing Cross. Phil stopped and passed a hand over his brow.: The old man watched him anxiously.' He saw Phil's eye travel across the road to where the recruiting sergeants ... were pacing slowly up and down, alert for new blood. Then Phil Halstan . sud denly gave his shoulders a jerk back. "Yes," he said between his shut teeth. "There's always something left for a man to do!" He crossed the road. That night Madge was sitting alone reading a letter that had been brought to her by messenger. The tears came to her eyes as she read the last few sentences: . . ' , ... For three years I have played it as low down as a fellow can. But I'm going to be a man at last, Madge. ' If you want to make me hap py, dear, make me feel I haven't quite spoilt your life. Go with Dick!" The letter dropped from her hand. '," "Go with Dick!" she repeated in a low tone. -:. There was a tap at the door; then a man was shown in a young man with a pale and anxious face. ' - - "Madge. I couldn't leave without ask ing you once again Is it quite hope less?" he began. ' - She raised her eyes to his, and he saw her Hps tremble. ' "Not quite hopeless, Dick, dear!" she whispered. Mainly About Peopla, . Snonnholderw. "Here's a girl," remarked the query editor, "who writes to know 'what is the popular spoonholder this season "Evidently," replied the snake editor, "she's never had any beaux." "Why?" "Because If she had slie'd know that the most popular one Is the parlor sofa." Philadelphia Press. Jnst for Bnr-y. Mrs. Poppers Oh, John, you must raise side whiskers. Mr. Poppers What? You've often told me you hated such things. Mrs. Poppers I want you to raise nice long ones like Mr. Markley's. He called to-day, and baby enjoyed pull ing his whiskers so much. It was too cute for anything. Philadelphia Press. Dead Kroke. Ethel Count Spaghetti seems to lead ft monotonous life. Gladys Yes; a little change would do him good. Should Have Know i. He (in his wrath) When I married you I had no idea what a fool you were. She (In her equanimity) The fact that 'I was willing to marry you should have removed all doubts on that point. Boston Transcript. The Hall of Kloqience. He Oh, yes; he's eloquent. But I can't say I admired the whole of his speech. She No. his mouth Isn't pretty, but then it's partially hidden by his mus tache. Philadelphia Press. New Styles. "More new gowns!" he cried. "Why, yes," she answered, sweetly. "All of mine are last century styles." Philadelphia North American. Operated TTpon. Briggs I hear you havejjeen oper ating in Wall street. Griggs A great mistake. I have been operated upon. Harper's Bazar. Fixed at the Fox Oflic. Willie Pa, what's a fixed star? Pa (formerly an actor) A fixed star. I suppose, is one who gets his salary regularly. Philadelphia Press. A Panacea Fortieth Friend (since breakfast) By Jove, old fellow, you've sofa fearful cold. What are you taking for it? Sufferer (hoarsely) Advice. New York Weekly. Mutual Compassion- "Oh! my poor woman! My heart bleeds for one in your condition!" "Thanks, sor; Oi was thinkln' the Mine of the likes of you!" r Not Flump Knonicb. less Miss Sera wney says she just hates to go to the opera. Jess Yea, but what she means is that she can't "bare? to go to the opera. His Superstition. : Hicks Do you believe that it is un lucky to postpone a wedding? Wicks Yes, when the' young man needs money, and the girl is rich. Somerville Journal. The Palmist. The Palmist This line in your hand indicates that you have a very brilliant future ahead of you- Siinkins Is that so? The Palmist Yes, but this other line indicates that you are too slow to ever catch up with it. Chicago News. ; IH Hop-. Sea Captain There is no hope! The ship is doomed! In an hour we will all be dead! Seasick Passenger Thank heaven! A Sore Thing. He Wasn't that you on the piazza last night? She No. "Then I wonder who In the world I kissed?" . , "You can probably tell by going there to-night at the same time!" Life. The Seal Thins. The divine right of kings isn't In It with the right of the married daughter who comes home for the first time to show off - her baby to her parents. Atchison Globe. Trunk WretHnr. Lady Why don't the railroads have mechanical appliances for loading and unloading trunks? Depot Master Well you see. mad am, lifting the trunks into the cars doesn't hurt anything but the men and throwing them out doesn't hurt any thing but the trunks. New York Weekly. IMsacrreed with Her. Mamma Ethel, I must really forbid you touching that lobster you know If does not agree with you. Ethel (resignedly) Very well, mam ma, but it does seem as If everything in this world that is nice is either wicked or indigestible. Life. Fhort Eaxattements. Little Boy How soon are you and Sis goin' to be married? Accepted Suitor She has not named the day yet. I hope she does not be lieve in long engagements. Little Boy She doesn't, I know, 'cause all her engagements have been snort. Tit-Bits. Antidote for Onion. "I should think you would be afraid to eat onions In the middle of the day," said the blonde typewriter to the bru nette when they met at dinner." "I'm not a bit," replied the dark one; "you see, our office Is on the thirty sixth floor, and when I go up in that elevator It takes my breath away." Yonkers Statesman. Realism. Scene: Children's party (Punch and Judy show going), Tom discovered by his hostess' papa in tears. Hostess' Papa Afraid, Tom? Cheer up, old man, they're only dolls. Poor, Frightened Tommy They won't be dolls when I dream of them to-night. Life. PnbtltnMnn "Is the boss in?" asked the stranger, entering the drug store. "No," replied ;the absent-minded clerk, "but we have something just as good." Yonkers Statesman. Easily Answered. Teacher Why should all good little boys like Washington's birthday? Chorus of Five 'Cause they ain't no school that day! Tn Theatric Par'nnc-. Amateur What does it mean in the atric circles when they say the "ghost walks?" Veteran Actor It means that the rest of us don't have to. Detroit Free Press. Cantion Answer. "Where Is Josiar?" asked Mrs. Corn tossel, uneasily. -,, "Well," answered her husband, as he proceeded to fill his pipe, "I won't say fur certain. If the ice Is as strong as he thinks It is, he's gone skatln', an' if It ain't, he's gone swlmuiin'." Boston Transcript. H's I ver Mr. Cripps Can you induce the cook to have one of her frleuds come and take dinner with her to-night? Mrs. Cripps The idea! What for? Mr. Cripps I expect to bring Jones and Smith home .with me. and I'd like to have a nice dinner for them. Phila delphia Record. Well. Wen! "Old Grouch went to the masquerade the other night disguised as a bear!" "Did any one recognize him?" "Nobody but his wife." Indianapolis Press. room by'nope dx "Have you done anything to boom your town?" . : "Wal, I reckon! Held tew indigna tion meetin's tew pertest agUn the smoke nuisance!" Detroit Journal. He Got Back. Wife (angrily)-Seems to me that we have been married so long that I can't even remember when or where we first met. Husband (quietly) I can. It was at a dinner party and there were thirtee at the table. - . Green Potatoes. .. Nearly every farmer's wife and other good housekeepers know , that when a potato has turned green by ex posure to the sun and wind it is neither pleasant nor wholesome for food, and, in fact, it is very poisonous. Fortu nately the taste Is such that no one Is likely to eat enough to get a fatal dose. This is due to the presence of solanln, an active vegetable poison, which pro bably exists In all potatoes, but more abundant in the white sorts than the red. It is claimed. In some German ex periments, it was found laat old pota toes contain more solanln than those freshly dug, perhaps three times as much, and if they have sprouted " five ' times as much and with very much more in the sprouts. Ht peeled before boiling the water extracts much of the poisonous solanln, but this is not tbe case if boil ed with the skin. Potatoes when spouted should not be given to animals it is stated, as the boiling does not re move the poison. If fed with them ani mals become lame in the knees or other joints and sometimes they die. Three Lives Already Sacrificed and the War Between Two Families Has Only Just Begun. There has broken .out in Corbln, Ky., a real old-fashioned feud. One with love as a beginning, and hate, murder and death as an ending. In the very begin ning of it the first battle two men and a woman have been killed, one house has been blown up with dyna mite, another riddled with bullets, and several people are in jail charged with murder. It is a feud which has every prospect of long life and Is marked with all the wild passions and semi-savagery which have so long characterized .the mountaineers of Kentucky. The story of the love of Rolla White for Jane Shot well would read much as other love affairs where the father of the girl objected, were It not for the fact of the peculiar temperament of the mountain people, and their custom, from time immemorial, of taking the law into their own hands and them selves demanding and taking "an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth." Six years ago the Whites moved to Corbln from their Virginia home. There were the three sons, two daughters, and iims aim uiviuer, me Doys BUI, Koach and Kolla established a restaurant and store In one fart of the town and a hotel in the other. They lived as peace ful citizens until the present tragedy. The Shotwells have been residents of Corbin for about the same length of time. Their family home is at Rock hold, about ten miles away. The father, James Shotwell, set up a flour and saw mill on his arrival In Corbin, John Shotwell and the other boys aided their father in the milling busl ness. The Shotwells did not lead the same quiet life as the Whites, and were frequently in shooting affairs. In October. 1897, the Shot well boys figured in a street fight in which Police Judge Moffett was killed and W. S, Holland badly wounded. Holland was the man -who had quar reled with the Shotwell boys, and they ran him into a building and riddled him with bullets. Judge Moffett was killed by a shot from within the house. Last February they figured in another riot in which Deputy Marshal Henry Hart ford was killed. ' . . Rol a Meets Jane. About three years ago It was noticed that Rolla White had begun to "spark" Jane Shotwell, the pretty brunette daughter of Jim ShotweIlv Time went by and other boys did not cease to call, but .Jane seemed to prefer sitting out on the little porch with Rolla, resting easily against the railing and talking with him, to receiving the attention of other suitors who were more to her father's liking. The father banished Rolla from the bouse, and often the girl would slip out from the house, meet the boy 'in the "big road," just where the turn cut off the view from the house, and stroll away over the hills, planning BEST IN ALL THE UNIVERSE. American Spectacle Are Worn in Alt Parts of the Wor d. "Up to fifteen years ago," said an optician, "tour-fifths of all the finer spectacles used were made in France. In the past six or eight years French spectacles have been largely supplant ed by American glasses, which are now sold even In France. "American spectacles are now easily the best in the world, and their superi ority is due to the same characteristics that mark so many American manu factured productions namely, adapta bility to their use, good workmanship, uniformity and interchanges bill ty of parts. There have been made in this country great Improvements in the special machinery with which the spectacles are made, so that the parts are produced with precision. "You will see an Increasing number of signs saying that spectacles can be mended while you wait This can be done with these finely made American spectacles. You break a bow, for In stance, of your steel spectacles any one out of a thousand bows of the same style will fit In place of It "American spectacles may not be the cheapest produced in world, but they are certainly the best, and a good proportion of the population of the world that uses glasses how looks through spectacles of American manu facture. "We pay much more attention to our eyes in this country now than we formerly did. There are many more oculists here than there formerly were, and many more skilled opti cians. And of people who ought to wear glasses. Including,, for instance, children, ? a greater . proportion now than ever before do wear them "I dare say that a third of the spec tacles now made in this country are exported, and our exports . of . these goods are all the time Increasing. We sell spectacles In China,. In Australia and' New Zealand, in South America and south Africa, and some, as I said. In France, and more or less of them in Germany and other countries of con with Rolla what they would do when "father came to his senses." . But Jim Shotwell was not to be deceived, and one bright afternoon, some mysterious shots were heard up at the bend In the road, and rumor says that .44-callber bullets burled themselves in the red clay close to where Rolla White "stood waiting for the coming of his sweet heart. But the Spanish war came on and Rolla W7hite volunteered. He was made a sergeant, promoted for soldierly conduct. He came home with his regi ment, was mustered out and brought to Corbln with him a wound received in action, which caused the girl to add compassion to the love which she al ready bore him. He renewed his atten tions under the same protest from Jim ShotwelL The other day the boy passed close by the spot where Jim Shotwell was sitting, his chair tilted back against the wall of the drug store. A quarrel fol lowed. How It began no one knows. A passer-by heard the contemptuous words, "You don't stand for nothln' in this community, and you can stay away. You understand?" With flushed face and uncontrollable anger expressed in the flashing of his eyes, the boy flung back the answer, "If you don't like me, you old scoun drel, you had better come and get me now and stop me for good." " Jim Shotwell started to rise from his chair, but only started. Like a flash, Rolla White had drawn his weapon and Shotwell fell, wounded In four places. He was carried to his son John's resi dence across the street, to die the next morning. Rolla White took refuge In his brother's store. The shooting occurred at noon. . At 6 o'clock it was dark and the Shotwells had gathered their clans. Old man Bill Shotwell, brother of Jim Shotwell, and his two sons. Dee and Parrish, the McHargues and other friends, had col lected. Then the riot began. Who par ticipated in it the courts will have to determine. The White store and res taurant was blown up. Windows and doors were wrecked and the men in side dashed to the celling. Well know ing what was attempted and ' what would follow, the White .boys barri caded themselves In their back room, making a breastworks of flour sacks. The debris caught fire and Sutton Far ris rushed in attempting to put It out. Then the first volley of shots was fired and continued until eighty or a hundred-bullets had. pierced the wall.. There was a respite for a few minutes, and Loach White, stepping into the main room for other sacks of flour to add to the barricade, stumbled over the body of Farris. . Then the shots were heard half a square away. It afterward developed tinental Europe. Large numbers of American spectacles are sold In Great Britain. I guess you would find that shipments of such goods from here to England are made as often as weekly. I imagine that there are now worn In England and In Scotland more spec tacles of American than any other manufacture." New Y'ork Sun. ' Two Converts. . No man, it Is said, is a hero to his valet The association Is too Intimate. But a man may be a hero to his re porter. There is a story of two brothers, shorthand reporters, work ing on different newspapers, one' of the brothers being a Republican and the other a Democrat "which affords an illustration of this truth, t The Republican reporter was detail ed, during the recent presidential cam paign, to follow Mr Bryan wherever he went and to take full notes of his speeches, sending the same by ' wire every 'night to the paper on which he was employed. To the Democrat reporter was given a similar assignment except that he was to accompany Governor . Roose velt whose speeches he was to report in full. : . . After the campaign was over ' the two brothers met at the paternal man sion for the first time in many weeks, and they looked rather sheepishly at each other. , "Well, George," said one of the two, "after campaigning with Bryan three months I've come back a Democrat I'm of your politics now." "Not a bit of it!" returned the other. "I've been campaigning with Roose velt and -I've come back a- Republi can!" Statistics of Suicide. - In a paper printed In the American Journal of Insanity, G. Styles presents statistics regarding the occurrence of suicides. Fortjf .- years ago It was shown that only 4 out of 10,000 per sons rated as paupers died by , their own bands, while ; 7 coachmen or other servants, 5 bankers or other pro fessional men, nearly 8 soldiers, 7 that the White home had been ' fired Into. Mrs! Bet tie White, the aged in valid mother of the White boys, rose from her bed. and calling her daugh ters to her side knelt ' with them In prayer.' She thinks she was spared on account 6f her petition to the Heaven ly Father. But the wait at the White store was not long. , Again -the bullets whistled through the building, and the volley was repeated time and time again. "Let's fire ino that door and see If they will answer," a voice was heard. The Whites crouched lower, but for some reason the volley did not come. They would have been killed had the suggestion been acted upon. Sheriff Sutton arrived at midnight from the county seat at Williamsburg with a force of deputies, and spent the night in the store with the White boys. From the time of the explosion no one inside dared strike a light, and In utter darkness the night was spent. Morning dawned, and outside the store was found the body of Susan Cox. The woman had tried to climb a side fence In order to reach Rolla White and warn him. Two bullets had stopped her. They plowed their way through her brain and she fell, face down, to the ground. Two dayB she lay unburied. She was a woman of bad character, had left no friends and no money and the town was bankrupt. A private subscription finally was taken up and the body burled in the com mons in a plain wooden box. ' The Cry for Ven seance. Rolla White and the Shotwell bovs are In jail at Williamsburg, and noth ing further Is expected to happen until their release. While Sheriff Sutton was conveying Rolla White to the Will iamsburg jail fifteen of the Shotwells boarded the train, armed with shot guns and rifles, and entered the bag gage car. Where the Sheriff ho hio prisoner. The train was then just lea v- mg tjormn. "jomo and ran for . life," said the Sheriff to White, and himself faced the intruders. day the militia arrived with a Catling gun squad and the Shotwells were lttSlVl Itrlllfl. John Shotwell. since '' Ills fothQT.' death the leader of his faction, is about ; 30 years old.. has a robust stui-dv Bir- ure, cola uiue eyes and a light mus tache. Determination is written in every line of his countenance, "and he has said to close friends that be will not rest until he has avenged his fath er's death. He says they may put him in loll: A ..e . .-... i i jou anu iciubc ui uj -iiuuu or Keep White behind prison walls, but they cannot keep him from accomplishing his revenge. ., He is-something nf silent man and expresses' himself In a few words. His brothers rely on him implicitly, and will support him in any action he may plan to carry out , ... , tailors. : shoemakers . or hnk-ora nn.i only 1 3-10 carpenters, butchers and. masons out of .10,000 were suicides. Sweden had the lowest average of all the countries considered, .namely, t suicide to 92,000 persons; Russia had 1 to 83.000; the United-States I to 15, 000; Saxony. 1 to 8.446. In St. Peters burg and In London the proportion was 1 to 21.000. If we take the statis tics of the fifty years just passed for France the . following results: For every 100,000 Inhabitants of France there were in 1841-45. nine suicides;. In 1846-50, ten r in 1861-70.- thirteen; In 1871-75, fifteen; in 1876-80, seventeen; lnv 1889 alone, twenty-one: In 1893, twenty-two;, in 1894. twenty-six. Dur ing the years 1826-1890 the percentage of suicides increased in Rele-lnm 7- per cent.; In Prussia, 411 per cent; la Austria,; 238 per cent; In Franch, 318 per cent; in Saxony, 212 per : cent: in Sweden, 72 per cent; in Denmark, So per cent . . In One "Word. '. - 3 man always to enter into an elaborate explanation of his feelings in order to make them clear. , "What's the name of the. fellow who wrote the tune of that coon song we've just been favored with?" asked one man of another at a meeting of . the Amateur Composers' Club. ' "Jones," returned the other man, "James Jones, I believe. Frank Wal ley wrote the words." . ' "Ah, I was about to ask the name of Jones' accomplice," was the rejoinder. : Costly Hailstorms in France. ;' The annual loss to France caused by the ravages of hailstorms Is said to amount to about. 83,000.000 francs. From 1873 to 1895 the figures" varied -from 40,000,000 to 134,000,000 franca., , , Italians as Cotton Pickers. ' In the south the Italians are found to be good cotton pickers. -They- are ouick and have nimhla flncnm ' Stimulants seldom hurt a man IX h leaves tbem alone.. .