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11. THE GOUNTY FI
’ By Peter Radford.
When you enter the agricultural de
partment of the county fair, you feel
your soul uplifted and your life takes
on a new power—that Is the Inspira
tion of the soil. You are overpowered
by the grandeur and magnificence of
the scene—that Is the spirit of the
harvest. You can hear the voice of
nature calling you back to the soil—
that 1b opportunity knocking at your
door. It Is a good chance to spend a
quiet hour In contact with the purity
and perfection of nature and to sweet
en your life with Its fragrance, elevate
your Ideals with its beauty and expand
your imagination with its power.
These products as food are fit for
the gods, and as an article of com
merce they ought to bring tip-top
prices on any market In the world.
The products of the soil are teachers
and preachers as well. Their beauty
gives human life its first entertain
ment, their perfection stirs the genius
In artists; their purity furnishes mod
els for growth of character and their
| marvelous achievements excite our
curiosity and we Inquire into the won
derful process of nature.
Before leaving the parlor of agricul
ture where nature Is parading In her
most graceful attire and Bclence Is
climbing the giddy heights of perfec
tion, let us pause and take a retro
spective view. How many of you
. know that after these wonderful prod
! ucts are raised, they can seldom be
.marketed at a profit? Take the blush
ing Elberta, for example—they were
[fed to the hogs by the carload last
year. The onion—the nation's favorite
vegetable—every year rots by the
acre in the Southwest for want of a
market and as a result hundreds of
farmers have lost their homes. Cot
i ton—nature's capitalist—often goes
I begging on the market at less than
cost of production.
It is great to wander through the
j exhibits while the band is playing
j “Dixie" and boast of the marvelous
fertility of the soil and pride ourselves
\ on our ability to master science, but
i It Is also well to remember that there
is a market side to agriculture that
| does not reflect Its hardships in the
i exhibits at a county fair.
FT
: UNIVERSAL PEACE
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a controversy as to how best to pro
note universal peace. ThRt Quest*011
we will leave for diplomats to dis
cuss, but peace within nations is no
less Important than peace between
nations and It is heavily laden with
prosperity for every citizen within
our commonwealth.
Many leading politicians and ofttimef
political platforms have declared war
upon business and no cabinet crisis
ever resulted. Many men have stood
In high places and hurled "gas bombs"
at Industry; thrust bayonets Into buB
Iness enterprises and bombarded ag
riculture with indifference. Party
leaders have many times broken dip
lomatic relations with industry; sent
political aviators spying through the
affairs of business, and political sub
marines have sent torpedoes crushing
Into the destiny of commerce. Dur
ing the past quarter of a century we
have fought many a duel with prog
ress, permitted many politicians tc
carry on a guerrilla warfare against
civilization and point a pistol at the
heart of honest enterprise.
No man should be permitted to cry
out for universal peace until hie rec
ord has been searched for explosives
for no vessel armed or laden with
munitions of war should be gp-en a
clearance to sail for the port of Uni
versal Peace. Dot us by all means
have peace, but peace, like charity
should begin at home.
GRASPING AT THE SHADOW
No man—especially if he Is mar
ried—would deny woman any right
she demands. Take the earth and
give us peace, but why does woman
long for the ballot?
When all is said and dene, is not
the selection of the butcher more im
portant to the home than the election
of a mayor; is not the employment of
the dairyman a far more Important
event in the life of the children than
the appointment of a postmaster; Is
not the selection of books for the
family library more important than
voting bonds for jail and court bouse?
Why does woman lay aside the Im
portant things in life? Why leave the
substance and grasp at the shadow?
Be it said to the credit of woman
hood that it is not, as a rule, the
woman who rocks the cradle that
want® to cast the ballot; it is not
the mother who teaches her children
to say "Now I lay me down to sleep”
that harangues the populace; it is not
the daughter who hopes to reign as
queen over a happy home that lon|s
for the uniform of the suffragette. It
is, as a rule, the woman who despises
her home, neglects her children and
scorns motherhood that leads parades
and smashes windows.
CASE
By KENNETT HARRIS.
Admitting, that Stefferson is dr-ad
for the fact is altogether beyond iia
pute, there is no
the least dcubi
that he was ar
out-and-out sc.il»
wag when living.
There was not t
wet eye at his fu
neral. It wa*
about the most
arid affair with
in the officiating
clergyman's rec
ollection. The
widow's pocket
handkerchief wai
black bordered,
but it was certain
ly not moist, anf
it would kavq
been a wonder 1
it had been. Sh<
had been afflict
ed with StefTer
son for 11 years
He, the late un
lamented, had not enjoyed the best ol
reputations when Mrs. Stefferson mar
ried him. She was warned how it
would be. She might have forgotten
it, but afl her friends told her so.
They knew that the kind of son Stef
ferson had shown himself to be would
not make the best kind of husband.
The undutlful son had proved to
be a faithless husband. Marriage, so
far from curbing his appetite for
strong liquors, seemed to have re
moved any slight restraint he might
have felt.
EXTRAORDINARY
He was relieved of the r^cesslty of
working for a living because Mrs.
Stefferson had money. Luckily, it
was tied up In such a way that she
waB unable to touch the principal.
It was nearly two years after that
Mrs. Stefferson had altogether dis
carded her mourning. The rest had
done her good: She was getting com
fortably stout and had regained quite
a little of her youthful good looks.
She was sitting In her prettily fur
nished little parlor attired in a par
ticularly becoming house gown. A
large Angora cat was purring in her
lap, occasionally turning a lazy yellow
eye up at the cheerfully trilling ca
nary. The piano was open and there
was music on the rack. A vase on a
bookcase held some vivid La France
roses and on the sill of the sunny bay
window there were embroidery mate
rials and a box of bonbons.
Mrs. Stefferson laid down her novel
when her visitor was announced and
got up, to the profound disgust of the
cat. The visitor was an elderly, gray
haired woman,, with a decided chin.
Mrs. Stefferson embraced her quite
affectionately and asked her to take
off her things.
"No, thank you, my dear,” said the
elderly woman. "I’ve only a very few
minutes to stay. No; no tea, thank
you. My. but it’s pleasant in here!
it looks a little different from—
"Bessie, that’s what I called to see
you about. I heard something today
that shocked me more than I can tell
you. I didn’t believe it. and I won’t
believe It, until you tell me it's true.
Bessie, dear, you’re not going to get
married again, are you?”
Mrs. Stefferson smiled, blushed and
nodded.
The visitor gasped. "But not—not
Mr. Crawley? Oh, Bessie, I hope you
are not going to do anything so foolish
as that.”
Mrs. Stefferson colored again, but
this time with indignation. “I think I
am the best judge of whether it is
foolish or not,” she said. "I don’t con
sider that it will be foolish at all. 1
expect to be perfectly happy and if I’m
happy I don’t think it is anybody else’s
business.”
"But you can’t possibly know what
you are doing,” persisted the elderly
woman. “Bessie, you know that I am
a friend of yours and I wouldn’t have
you anything but happy. You may
not think it's my business, but I feel
it is my duty to tell you that Mr.
Crawley is a bad, bad man.”
"Oh, not at heart.”
“At heart and all through. My dear,
do you know his habits? Do you know
his character? Neither could be worse.
It’s my plain duty to tell you that, and
if you have the least doubt of it I can
prove it to you."
“I’m not going to listen to you,” said
Mrs. Stefferson. “You don't know him
as I do. Nobody does. I've heard all
those tales about him, and I don't say
that he has been perfect, but what he
needs, and always has needed, is a
good woman's influence.”
"Pah!" exclaimed the visitor. “Bes
sie, you must be a fool. Is it possible
that after all the misery you experi
enced in your first marriage you can
still delude yourself with that idea?
Did your influence help Stefferson?”
Mrs. Stefferson sighed. "You forget,
my dear, that he died,” she said gen
tly. "Do you know, I often think that
if he had lived I might have made him
see his faults and repent'of them. Who
knows but he might have become a
thoroughly good man?”
Altogether an extraordinary case,
REFUSED TO EAT MATCHES
Experiment Proved That Rats and
Mice Have Been Unjustly Accused
of Causing Fires.
Rats, mice and matches have long
been considered a source of fires. An
investigator, however, after extensive
experiment, reports, in Safety En
gineering, that there is no real founda
tion for the popular Idea. A large num
ber of rats were caught at different
times and confined in cages with the
ends open for observation. Matches
were then placed in the cages, but no
food, and the rats were left in a quiet
spot in a cellar. In every case the ani
mals starved to death or ate their com
panions. Not a match head or splint
was gnawed. The matches were well
seasoned and of different varieties
from the strike-on-the box to the
double-tip and the common parlor
match. A second series of tests was
conducted in a cage measuring more
than six feet square. The results
were the same.
In all cases the rats were without
food from two to three days, then the
matches were introduced and the rats
died from starvation within one to five
days after. Like experiments were
conducted with mice and the same re
sults obtained, the mice being hungry
from two to three days, then the
matches were introduced and death
followed in one to five days. In the
larger cages the rats were fed for
periods varying from twenty to forty
four days in order to permit the ani
mals to become accustomed to their
surroundings and act normally. A
greater variety of matches was used
in this test. The rats were imprisoned
together in this case and many were
gnawed and eaten by their compan
ions.
Willing to Oblige.
A lady warned her new gardener
that her husband had an irritating
habit of disparaging everything in the
greenhouse, and of ordering in a reck
less manner new plants to be bought,
but on no account was the gardener
to humor him. “Whatever he says,
throw cold water on him, or he will
ruin us with his er*ravagances.“
At this point the new gardener
turned on her a white and startled
face. “Ma’am,” he said, "if he orders
me to pitch every plant in the place
on the rubbish heap, I sha’n’t ever
have the pluck to douse him with cold
water. Won’t it do as welj if I get a
drain of warm water out of the boiler
and let it trickle gently down his
neck?"
Marooned Fishes.
When the water of the Mississippi
river and its tributaries falls after the
annual freshets, It leaves many casual
ponds and pools. In them are held cap
tive great numbers of fishes, which
the bureau of fisheries undertakes to
rescue each year, before they are
killed by the drying up or the freezing
of the waters. During the fiscal year
1914 the bureau thus saved 2,500,000
fishes of all species—about three times
as many as it saved the year before.
Most of the fishes it returns to the
main streams, but some It keeps for '
culture in ponds or to stock waters in
other parts of the country.—Youth's
Companion
LODGE DIRECTORY.
ROWLAND LODGE No. 594 F. & A.
M.meets every second and fourth Satur
day evenings at 7:50 o'clock. Visiting
Masons always welcome.
C. T. Thompson, W. M.
C. A. Berry. Sec’y.
HOWARD CHAPTER. No. 122, R. A.
M. meets every first and third Thurs
day evening at Masonic hail. Visiting
companions welcome.
L. F. Magee, H. P.
R. W. Beede, feecy.
HUTT1G CHAPTER No. 320, Order of
the Eastern Star, meets every first and
third Friday evening at 7:30 o'clock.
Visiting brothers and sisters welcome.
Mrs. C. A. Berry, W. M.
Mrs. L. G. Gjbson, Sec’y.
HUTT1G LODGE No. 348 !. 0. 0. F.
meets every Tuesday evening. Visiting
brethern cordially invited to attend.
A. P. Holtsford, N. G.
E. L. Ware, Secy.
HUTT1G REBEKAH LODGE No, 66,
meets every Monday night at 7:30 o'clock
Visitors are invited.
Mrs. Dona Holtsford, N. G.
Mrs. May Claybaugh, Secy.
SWEET BAY CAMP No. 411 W. 0. W.
meets every first and third Saturday eve
nings. Visitors made welcome.
L. M. DeSpain, C. C.
J. C. Bridges, Clerk.
RAILROAD TIME TABLE
St. Louis, Iron Mountain & Southern
LITTLE ROCK A MONROE RY.
South North
5:25 a m Huttig 3:23 p. in
7:55 a. m Monroe ... 1:00 p m
local. *
Leaves Arrives
1 1:55 p. m. Huttig 12:15 p. m.
St. Louis, Iron Mountain &. Southern
PAHMEHVILLE A SOUTHERN RY.
North South
4:42 a. m. Huttig 3:54 p. m
3:15a. m. A Farmerviile 5:20 p. m
local, t
10:15a.m. Huttig 2:25 p.m.
tArrives Monday, Wednesday, and Fri
day from Monroe and goes to Farmer
viile.
‘Arrives Tuesday, Thursday and Satur
day from Farmerviile and goes to Mon
roe.
Glaciers Shrinking Away.
All of Switzerland's glaciers are re
ceding perceptibly, one notable one
having shrunk more than one thou
sand feet In the last ten years.
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