THE HIITTIQ NEWS.
Published Every Saturday at Huttig, Ark
C. A. BERRY, Editor and Proprietor.
Entered as sacond class matter May 3, 1907 a
the postofflce at Huttig. Ark., under the act of Con
gressof March 3. 1879.
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Saturday, July 6, 1912.
TOWN OEFICIALS.
Tne following are the duly elected of
ficials of the incorporated town of Hut
tig:
Mayor—C. A. Berry.
Recorder—W. H. Moore.
Marshal—Thos. Ashcroft.
Aldermen- L. F. Magee, J. W. Perritt
J B. Crockett, P. H. Pitts and D. F
Collett
Board of Education—W. H. Moore, F
W. Scott, C. T. Thompson, E. N. Collett
L. G. Gibson and L. F. Magee.
DEMOCRATIC TICKET.
Governor
Secretary of State
Attorney General.
State Treasurer
State Auditor .
Supt. Public Instruction ....
Com. State Lands
Com. Mines, Mfgs., Etc.
Chief Justice Supreme Court
Associate Justice .
Railroad Commissioner
Congressman
Prosecuting Attorney.
State Senator
representative
( ounty Judge. .
S,.ieriff .
Circuit Clerk .......
County Clerk
County Treasurer..
Assessor
Coroner .
Surveyor . .
Joe T. Robinsor
Earle W. Hodges
Wm. L. Moose
John W, Crocked
J. M. Oathoul
. Geo. B. Cook
R. G. Dye
John H. Page
E. A McCullough
Frank Smith
W. F. McKnight
.W. S. Goodwin
...... E. O. Mahony
.. J. Monroe Smith
W. J. Pinson
W. M. VanHook
.J. M. Wallace
B. F. Miles
J. M. McCain
. Finn Craig
W. H. Mathews, ir
T. M. Pinson
.Levi Graham
Beauty may be only skin deep
but there is no limit to ugliness.
“Early to bed and early to rise,
makes a long day for swatting the
flies.” _
The trust that really could dis
solve is the sugar trust, and it has
too much sand.
We are beginning to think that
Harry Thaw doesn't like Mrs.
Matteawan's cooking.
When Tom Platt made Roose
velt vice president he certainly had
no conception of what he was
starting. _
Women are divided into two
classes: Those who are dying to
get thin,
If fish would bite as freely as
mosquitos do there would be less
of the well known variety of fish
erman's luck.
A business man who married an
office girl was told, when he asked
his wife to sew on a button, that he
married a typewriter not a sewing
machine._
In 1 852 the Whigs did not real
ize that their party was dead until
they received an invitation to the
funeral in November of that year.
History is about to repeat itself.
A New England bride cut her
wedding cake with a family heir
loom, a Revolutionary sword. Af
ter marriage her husband will prob
ably do well to be able to cut the
cake with an axe.
There is absolutely no excuse
for the professional slander
monger. This statement has been
rrpeated many times and it is
worth while repeating just as long
as the well known occupation of
paddling gossip exists.
If you want the boy to work well
give him the prospects of rest and
recreation when the work is done
evan before it is done if it lasts tcc
1 mg. If you want him to do the
best work, let him be sure that he
will be paid for the work he does
that he will at least have, at the
end of the season, something he
can call his own and that his pock
ets will not be continual!]
empty during the summer. A bo]
needs money just as much as.
man—not as much money, o
course, but some. Even mori
than money or rest, he needs t
feel that he is a partner in th
farm work and that his efforts ar
appreciated. To feel this way an<
to have these things are amon
the inalienable rights of which h
cannot justly or safely be deprivec
—The Progressive Farmer.
I
Castaways
By PHILLIP KEAN
(Copyright, 1W10, by Associated Literary Press.I
There was no sign of a storm when,
on that July morning, the two young
people asked Captain Green to take
them over to the Island.
"I've got to tow some barges up the
river tomorrow,” the captain said, “but
I ain’t got nothin' on today."
The little tug boat plowed through
water that was as smooth as a mirror.
Captain Green, at the wheel, threw oc
casional remarks to his young passen
gers.
"There ain’t much to see on the
island,” he observed, "but everybody
seems to want to go there.”
"It's the historical interest,” Helen
Brewster told him. "Somebody said
that, in the early days of the colo
nies, a Spanish vessel sailed through
the bay and up the river and buried
treasure on this very Island. And It's
there yet.”
The captain laughed. “I guess ev
ery inch of that, island has been dug
up and nobody ain't ever found any
j gold.”
wen, us inn to see tne place and
dream of what we might do if we
should find it”
The young man looked at her gloom
ily. "You are always thinking of what
we would do if we had money, Helen.”
She (lushed. "That's unkind." Her
voice was low so that the captain did
not catch her words.
“Are you going to stay?” he asked
as they neared the shore. "Some folks
.like to eat lunch and have me come
back for them."
“We didn't bring any lunch," Kirk
stated.
"You’ll find an old lady up there in
a little house," the captain told them.
'She keeps milk and gingerbread and
things.”
With this promise for future refresh
ment, his passengers decided to stay
aver. "What time will you come for
-is?” Kirk asked as they landed.
"About 5 o’clock." With a snort and
much puffing and blowing, the little
)oat was off. •
The island was a place of pines and
ocks and loneliness. They hunted for
.he little house, and found the old
woman gone. A note stuck in the old
'ashioned knocker told them that she
would not be back until dark.
“And there goes our lunch,” Helen
lomplalned.
"Would It be stealing," Kirk ques
Joned, "if we broke in and took what
we wanted and left the money on the
able?”
“We’ll starve If we don’t,” was Hel
m's answer.
he door was unlocked, and in tbe_
fide” kueneri they rotuuu 'eggs' ana
tread, spice cake and buttermilk.
“If you build a fire I’ll make you
in omelet," said the girl.
“If we could find the gold,” Helen
laid, “what a wonderful thing it would
>e! Think what we could do with it,
{irk.”
Again her lover looked gloomy.
'The gold of this omelet suffices for
ne," he said. "With you as my wife
l should be contented to live the sim
ple life, Helen. It would be love in
i cottage, but it would be love.”
"Of course.” Her eyes flashed.
"You always take me so seriously,
Kirk.”
His voice was very low as he an
swered her. "I can never forget that
you gave up the prospect of riches
when you consented to marry me,
Helen.”
"I gave up nothing.”
“But you love beautiful things—I am
afraid that my poverty will bring you
unhappiness.”
It was an old argument out of
which had come many disagreements.
And now it degenerated into a quar
rel. She accused him of distrusting
her, he retaliated that it was not dis
trust but lack of confidence in his abil
ity to make her happy.
A quarrel 18 never a pleasant uuhr.
but it reaches the climax of the un
pleasant when two persons are in a
place where they cannot pet away
from each other, and where there la no
one to relieve the strain of the situa
tion. The captain had said that he
could not get hack until evening.
Kirk suggested coldly that they go
down to the beach and watch for the
boat. Helen agreed, and they wpnt,
knowing well their watch would ex
tend through the whole afternoon.
The bay was ruffled by waves that
were tipped with white caps. Along
the horizon was a dull bank of clouds.
Helen shivered. "I wish the captain
would come,” she said.
"If you are cold you may have my
coat.” Kirk’s voice was cold.
Helen refused, but presently as the
storm increased, suggested that they
: i go back to the nouse. The sky w as
dark with the gathering clouds, the
1 pines bent and moaned and the birds
swooped in for shelter.
- Within the little house the air was
damp and cold. Kirk lighted the logs
In the fireplace', and Helen, warmed
l by the glow, offered overtures of peace,
f "How silly we are to get angry over
, a little thing.”
' But Kirk could not shake off the
5 depression that burdened him. “You
3 are too fine and exquisite for anything
* that I can give you.”
' The compliment did not please her
3 "You think I am just a pussy cat girl
t made for a warm hearthstone,” slit
accused him.
3 | Once more they stormed at eacj;
• other, while another storm raged with
I out.
-1 At 9 o'clock they w ere in the mlds:
; of a tempest whTch drove the waves
| high and shook the little house. Sud
! denly Helen voired a fear which had
been In both their hearts. "Will the
captain be able to get here?"
She was answered by the rattling
of the door.
"He has come,” Kirk said joyfully,
and went to open It.
A little woman stood there, bent
| and old. She had a heavy basket on
j one arm, and a bundle under the other.
"Well, you made yourself to home,"
she said cordtallly. "It’s an awful
night.”
"How did you get over?" they asked
ner. /
"The captain brought me,” she said,
"and he told me to tell you all that
you had better spend the night here.
He was afraid he would have trouble
1 getting back."
"So we are castaways," Kirk mur
1 mured.
iuiu me yuu iwu waa tfiigageju,
the old lady remarked.
"We are not,” Helen said.
Kirk flashed a surprised glance at
her. “I thought we wrere.”
"When we came over here today,”
; Helen told the old lady, "I expected to
marry him In a year—now I shall nev
er marry him.”
“Sake8 alive!" the old lady ex
claimed. "You have been quarreling.”
"He thinks I care only for money,”
Helen explained. "He underesti
mates me. And I won’t marry a man
who thinks I am just made for lux
ury.”
"Well, you Just let me make you
a cup of tea after that I’ll tell you
something.” the old lady said.
After a hearty supper the three sat
once more In front of the glowing
Are.
"You see, I live here alone,” the lit
tle old lady told them, "and folks won
der. But 1 have memories to live
with and I don't want anything else.
I have had a hard life, and l wasn't
raised to It. My father was a sea
captain and while we didn't have
much education we had plenty of
money, and I never did any work un
til I married. Rut I never missed the
money. My husband loved me and I
loved him, and we lived here in this
little house, and I used to watch for
A Little Woman Stood There, Bent
and Old.
his boat at night, and send him away
in the morning happy, because I loved
him. And one day he never came
back, and now 1 have only my thoughts
of him. But I live here where the
waves that he loved can sing a song
to me. That's what makes life worth
while to a woman, a love to live with
and a love to remember.”
She paused and Helen stole a glance
at Kirk. He had squared his shoul
ders, and there was a look in his eyes
of hopeful expectancy. The little old
woman glanced at the two, then rose
and went into the kitchen.
Kirk went over and stood by the
lady of his heart. "Is that what life
would mean to you, Helen?” he asked.
“A love to live with and alove to re
member?”
Her eyes answered him. As he
bent over her, the little old lady came
back. “The storm is over,” she said
and went to the window.
Far in the distance they heard the
faint whistle and snort of the tug
boat
. • rt» I__ ^ I 'n riirnn) ' ' cold It' Ivlf
and bidding the old lady “Good-by”
they hastened down to the landing.
“You did not find the gold,” the
captain chuckled as he started back
to the mainland.
“No. but we found something bet
ter," Kirk murmured enigmatically,
but Helen answered. “The storm is
over and I am glad.”
Kaffir Boy’s Ingenious Appeal.
The bishop of Gloucester told a
story of a Kaffir boy’s letter at the an
nual meeting of the Eton branch of
: the Zululand mission.
Doctor Gibson said that a brother
bishop who had worked among the
Kaffirs while on furlough received a
letter from a Kaffir boy. It was a reg
ular boy's letter, and the lad said how
much he missed his missionary, whom
| he hoped soon to see back. But like
a great many people in England he
put the point of the whole loiter In the
postscript, which ran: “P. S.—Ann
| sorry to tell you that I have got nc
trousers, as mine are broken. Still, 1
! am not asking. 1 am only reporting."
That, continued the bishop, formed
one of the most eloquent appeals he
had ever known. Wherever his broth
1 er went he took that - letter, ax."
trousers were showered upon him foi
the boy.
Colored Column
The school exercises which were
rendered last Friday night were
very interesting. • Each pupil
played well their part, which re
flected very much credit to the
teacher.
R. L. Lewis of Ruston, La., was
here last week visiting his brother,
Adam.
G. S. Cox visited Monroe last
week.
John Christon of Randolph, La.,
is here visiting friends.
Prof. L. S. Scroggins and wife
are visiting friends and relatives at
El Dorado and Junction City.
Mattie Grumbles and M. Wilson
are on the sick list this week.
Alice Fletcher of Malvern has
begun teaching a term of* public
school one mile west of here.
On last Monday night at fc
o’clock the colored citizens of Hut
tig met at the school house in a
mass meeting, discussing the in
juries of the Brotherhood of Tim
ber Workers. Prof. L. S. Scrog
gins made a brief address showing
the possible danger and injurie:
that might befall each citizen and
stated that whatever differences
that might arise between the em
ployers and labors they themselves
were able to settle the affairs.
Other speaches were made by J. D.
Loyd, D. F. and E. N. Collett,
white; J. C. Collins, Joe Scott. A.
Lewis and others colored. The
organization is similar to that ol
the white citizens and adopted the
same resolutions. The officers
elected were as follows: Geo. W
Smith, president; John Barns, vice
president: L. S. Scroggins, secre
tary: the following were appointed
on the committee: J. C. Collins.
Joe Scott, J. B. Francis, A. Lewis
G. M. Averett, Will Barns and W
W. McCormick. About one hun
dred have pledged to use even
fair mean to prevent the organiza
tion of the B. of T. W.
Baptist Church.
J 'f-fuftig baptistchurch has services
every 1st and 3rd Sunday morning at 11
o'clock. T H Evans, Pastor.
Preaching every third and fourth Sun
day at Smith Chapel.
M F Holley, pastor
Lizzie Brown, secretary
Methodist Church.
African Methodist Episcopal church
preaching every 2rd and 4th Sunday in
each month. D. A. Hardon, Pastor.
The A. M. E. Sunday School meets at
2:30 each Sunday evening. All welcome
to attend. G M Averette, Supt.
Clint Royston, Secy
Lodge Directory,
GOOD LUCK LODGE No. 259 F. &
A. M meets First and Fourth Saturday
night. All visitors welcome.
Fred Huston. W. M.
Lonnie Poole, Sec.
Roosevelt Chapter, No. 188, Order of
the Eastern Star, meets every second
and fourth Tuesday in each month.
Mrs. C. Williams, W. M.
Emma Bearl, Secy.
BLUE LIGHT LODGE No 153 K. of P.
meets First and Third Tuesday in each
month. J B Francis, C. C.
Sanders Simmons, K. of R. S.
LEBANON. No. 41. R. A. M. meets
fourth Thursday evening in each month,
au 7:30. Joe Scott, H. P.
John Law. Secy.
EAST LAKE LODGE No. 6362 G.
U. 0. of O. F. meets First and Third
Thursday in each month.
G. W. Smith. N. G.
W. I. Henry, P. S.
ELECTRIC LIGHT COURT OF CA
LANTHE, No. 70. meets first and third
Tuesday in each month at 1:45 p. m.
Mrs. Sanders Simmons, W. C.
Queen E. Tate, R. D.
HOUSEHOLD RUTH, No. 2990. of
G. U. 0. of 0. F., meets the first and
third Thursday in each month at 1:50
p. m. Laura Sims. M. N.G.
Cornelia Peoples. W. R.
SPINOLA Lodge No. 261, C. W. ol
A., meets every first and third Wednes
I day night at 8 o’clock.
W. 1. Henry, Gov.
S. G. Craiton, Secy.
Board of Education W. A. High
president; W. M. McCormick, vice presi
dent; Joe Scott, treasurer; Prof L. S
Scrog&ins. secretary; Lonnie Poole, as
sistant secretary.
Royal Circle of Friends. R. A.William:
No. 324. meets every first and thirc
Friday night. All visiting friends an
welcome. S. S. Simmons, President.
Lula Oliver, Secretary.
RAILROAD TIME TABLE.
LOUISIANA & PINE BLUFF.
Leaves Arrives
5:30a.m. Huttig 6:15a. m
3:00 p. rn. Huttig 3:45 p. m.
Connects at Dollar Junction with St.
Louis. Iron Mountain &, Southern Ry.
St. Louis. Iron Mount/in & Southern
LITTLE ROCK & MONROE RY.
South
7:35 a. m
9:40 a. m
Leaves
12:35 p. m.
Huttig
Monroe
LOCAL.
North
3:27 p. m
1:30 p m.
Arrives
1 1:45 p. m.
Huttig
Sr. Louis, Iron Mountain &, Southern
FARMF.RVILLE & SOUTHERN RY.
North . South
7:10 a.m. Huttig 3:55 p. m
6:10 a.m. Farmerville 5:00 p. m
LOCAL.
10:15 a.m. Huttig 2:25 p.m.
tArrives Monday, Wednesday, and Fri
day from Monroe and goes to Farmer
ville.
tArrives Tuesday. Thursday and Satur
day from Farmerville and goes to Mon
roe.
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LODGE DIRECTORY.
ROWLAND LODGE No. 594 F & A.
M.meets every second and fourth Satur
day evenings at 7:30 o'clock. Visiting
Masons always welcome.
C. R. Duncan, W. M.
C. A. Berry. Sec’y.
HOWARD CHAPTER. No. 122. R. A.
M. meets every first and third Thurs
day evening at Masonic hall. Visiting
companions welcome.
C. T Thompson, H. P.
C. A. Berry, Secy.
HUTT1G CHAPTER No. 220. Order of
the Eastern Star, meets every first and
third Friday evening at 7:30 o’clock.
Visiting brothers and sisters welcome.
Mrs. W. H. Moore, W. M.
Mrs. L. G. Gibson, Sec'y.
HUTTiG LODGE No. 348 I. O. 0. F.
meets every Tuesday evening. Visiting
brethern cordially invited to attend.
G. C. Waller, N. G.
H. Sf.hon. Secy.
HUTTIG REBEKAH LODGE No. 66,
meets every second and fourth Wednes
day n ght at 7:30 o'clock. Visitors are
Invited. Mrs. R. W. Cargill, N. G.
Mrs. Chas. Saxe, Secy.
SWEET BAY CAMP No. 41 1 W.O. W.
meets every first and third Saturday eve
nings. Visitors made welcome.
J. R. Sims, C. C.
J. C. Bridges. Clerk.
SWEET BAY GROVE. No. 145, V/.
C., meets every first and third Wednes
day afternoon in each month. Visitors
always welcome.
Mrs. C. A. McCormick. Guardain.
Mrs. J. C. Bridges, Clerk.
UNION CAMP No. 15365. M. W. A.,
meets every Monday night at 7:30o'clock.
Visitors always welcome.
L M DeSpain, Con.
J R Sims. Clerk.
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Because of a Yellow Letter a beau
tiful young girl tried to take her life;
C| Because of a Yellow Letter her father
was seized with apoplexy;
€][ Because of more Yellow Letters an
aged lawyer took poison;
A young girl drowned herself and
€fl An elderly spinster hanged herself in
a room of a hotel twemy miles away
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