The Newark Journal.
O F. CRAIU, Editor.
NEWARK- - , ARKANSAS^
REVENGE
OF CELINDA.
BY MARY CLARKE III NTIXUTOY.
Celinda Angeline and her
mother were not friends any more
—cause: Rummaging of a forbid
den drawer, followed by the ap
plication of 1 he rod. And Celinda
Angeline, sitting in tin* kitchen
doorway, was darkly plotting re
yen go. Her mother was so uncon
scious of this plotting that she
hummed a blithe air to the time
of her rolling pin, as she stood at
the table between the two win
dows, and the sound added to tin
listener's grievance. 1'snally Oe
linda Angeline delighted to hear
her mother sing with a voice as
soft as the voice of the thrush
which nested among the alders by
the mill brook, and often as she
listened sin* thought how pink
were her mother's cheeks, how
blue her eyes, how pretty the
wisps of brown hair curling be
neath the neat coil, how white the
arms bared to tin* elbow. Then
sin* wasn’t fat like Louise Croon's
mother, or flat like Minnie Ran
dall’s mother. Celinda Angeline*
had rejoiced with affectionate
, pride that her mother was neither
flat nor fat—but now a fat mother
or a Hat mother seemed better in
her eyes than this shapely mother.
Some one was coming up tin*
meadow lane with scythe over
• shoulder, and Celinda Angeline's
sulky face brightened. Sin*
would appeal to her father
against maternal tyranny. Sin*
waited until he had reached the
grindstone, which stood in the
shade of the great maple bv the
back door, stole up to him under
cover of the ^sz-sz-sz” of sharpen
ing steel, and when In* took his
foot from the grindstone treadle
said confidentially:
“Pa, T want you to get me a new
mother!”
Her father pressed a hard brown
thumb against tin* sort he to test
its edge. There was a droll pull
about the corners of his mouth;
his eyes twinkled. ‘‘Couldn't you
get along with your old mother
until I’ve finished haying?"
Celiuda Angeline felt that she
was being laughed at. She went
and sat again in the doorway, re
sentfully kicking the toes of her
worn shoes together. By the time
her father turned down the lane
she had decided upon her revenge'’.
If she couldn't have a new mother
she would run away from this old
mother, and live all by herself
like the little boy of nursery jingle
fame!
Had she glanced out of the win
dow a few moments later the
worker in the kitchen might have
seen a figure in Shaker bonnet and !
trailing plaid shawl stubbing
through the hot dust to the turn
of the road. It was none other
than Belinda Angeline running
away from her old mother—bur
arrayed in raiment which was
that mother's own; running away
to live all by herself in the cun
ningest place in the world, where
fathers who laughed and mothers
who whipped would never think
of looking for a lost lift le girl.
At the* turn of the road was a
largo lichen patched rock, beside
which grew a pussy willow bush
and a blackberry vine. A stout
stick pushed into tin* ground at
the base of the rock helped sup
port the rail of a bridge, built to
prevent muddiness from a small
brook that each summer dried out
of sight. When there was no wa
ter Celinda Angeline had crawled
in play under the bridge, which al
lowed of her standing upright.
Hut she was not in play now, as
she jumped from tin* road onto
the bank beside the licheued rock.
She meant to live here all her life.
How cool it was in the pleas
antly dim retreat. Sunshine fell
in two long narrow linos between
1he bridge planks upon the hard
earth, where only a refreshing
dampness suggested the brook
that every spring trickled along
this sluiceway. Belinda Angeline
took off her Shaker bonnet to
make herself feel quite at home,
folded the shawl and sat down
upon it. cross legged, with a de
lightful sense of being her own
Hi isi ress.
Here no sister would be coining
in from school, and teasing her by
yirtue of three years’ seniority;
here would be no cradle to rock
when she wished to play, no ma
ternal ( hidings and punishments.
Here she would live unmolested
under her own berry vine and wil
low bush. When pussys bios
somed again she would make a
crown of them. She just loved
pussys—they were so soft, like
baby, baby kittens! When black
berries ripened she could pick
them without permission. How
she wished those green globules
were black and juicy now! And
what a beautiful great spotted
rock was that beside which grew
berry vine and willow bush. Her
own mountain! She should call it
Mt. Arrowat, and “tend” that the
Ark rested on it.
This thought reminded her of
Sunday afternoon. She guessed
her mother would feel pretty
lonesome at having nobody but
Susie and baby brother to tell
stories to any more. Ha by brother
was too little to listen, and Susie
always wiggled dreadfully be
cause she would rather be run
ning about. She fancied her moth
er looking here and there, calling
“(V-e-elinda Angeli i-ne!" her
father would get frightened, too.
and everybody would be hunting
for her, even the hired men. Hut
they neve, would see her again
until she was a young lady, who
could do up her hair, wear long
dresses, and drink tea .and eat
bread and molasses every night j
before going to bed. Then she j
would walk out some afternoon to
call tit the house where she used
to live, and her mother would
throw up both hands and say:
“For pity's sake! if here isn’t (’e
linda Angeline.” And she would
be shown into the parlor and sit
on the sofa with a fan to wave.
Beat of hoofs broke in upon Ce ;
limbi Angeline’s fancies, than
dered over her head and dust sift
<‘d through tin* cracks of tie*
planking. She rushed out to look.
It was Dr. Bartlett! lb1 ought
not to have driven so fast that the ■
dust rattled on her. With a feel ;
ing of humiliation she returned to j
her seat on the folded shawl. Of!
course Dr. Hartlett didn’t know
she was there. Perhaps, loo, he!
might be going to see somebody ;
who was real, real sick. She liked :
Dr. Hartlett. Ilf- treated her as
if she was grown up, instead of
taking her on his knee and asking
for a kiss as Deacon Peters always
did. And what a laugh he had.
Only a few days before when she
was digging in the roadside sand
by the house he had leaned from
his carriage to ask what she was
doing, and when she answered en
thusiastically that she was a doc
tor making a graveyard to bury
patients in, he laughed until an
echo laughed back from the near
woods across the Hat. If ever she
was sick she would want Dr. Bart
lett to come and feel her pulse.
She felt sure that he would give
her nothing worse than ginger
bread pills. He asked her once if
she liked gingerbread pills.
She wondered if her mother had
cut out a gingerbread man apiece
for Susie and her this morning as
usual; she wondered if Susie
would eat both gingerbread men
without regretting the absent sis
ter. Perhaps siie would be glad
that she had two gingerbread men
to eat. She always wanted the
biggest piece of pie, boon u so a In*
was most “half past seven." May
b<*. though, h(*r mother wouldn’t
let Susie have but one gingerbread j
man; maybe she would lay tin* j
other a way in thetopdrawer of the i
spare room bureau, with some
lemon verbena sprigs and the best
bed sheets and grandma’s laee
i ap. (Vlinda Angeline felt herself
growing pitiful for her mother’s
grief, and wondered if tin* ginger
bread man would keep crisp until
she was a young lady and went
home to call. It made her liungr'v
just to think about it. I>id it
take a very long while just for
blackberries to get ripe?
Something buzzed by her head,
and lighted ill her feet. It was a
mud wasp! She watched it. fas
cinated by apprehension as it
crawled over the ground search
inj? for moisture to absorb, itn
gauzy wings folding and unfold
ing incessantly above its shining
blue black hour glass of a body
It looked threateningly ugly, al
though Susie said t hat mud-wasps
wouldn’t sting, and laughed at
her for thinking they would. Su
sie was always laughing at her.
Slit* laughed at her only yesterday,
when the old gander ran, hissing,
after them, and called her “Littie
Miss Sea rev” because she didn't
like the gobbler turkey. How
queerly this mud waspdidbehave!
t’elinda Angeline reached cau
tiously for the Shaker bonnet—
and as slit* did so the bridge
space seemed tilled with horrid
| buzzings and shining blue black
hour-glasses! She snatched the
plaid shawl, and fell shrieking up
the roadside bank, to fall face
downward in the ditch. But even
Susie couldn't help running if sur
rounded by mud wasps—a whole
billion million of ’em! Of course
she wasn’t any moroafraid of mud
wasps than Susie was; she didn’t
feel one bit more afraid than she
would have felt if she'd seen a
great pack of bears and lions com
ing at her with their mouths wide
open!
Ah, how her nose did smart
from being grazed by her fall!
Probably her mother was ’most
sick with worrying 1 his long while.
Maybe she wouldn't ever, ever get
to heaven if sin* continued to wor
ry her mother. Maybe her mother
would die of grief if she didn't get
home pretty soon. Baby brother
was too little to get along with
out a mother, and Susie jerked
the cradle so when she rocked it.
Susie was not capable of bringing i
up baby brother. If her mother
died of grief would she have to be .
hung for worrvingher?
A flushed, warm and breathless I
little ^ii'l let herself in at the side
door of the farmhouse. She put
away a Shaker bonnet and it plaid
shawl, but she could not put away
a badly grazed nose, or the smart i
thereof! A delicious odor came !
from the kitchen, where her moth- !
er was taking something from the !
oven. A kettle bubbled on tie*,
stove. The table was set for din- j
ner. Two enticing gingerbread
men were cooling on the window I
sill. Celiuda Angeline sniffed
cooked molasses until further hes
itation was impossible. Her
mother, looking free from grief,
turned to see her sitting in the
kitchen doorway.
‘’Dear me, child! what is the
matter with your nose?’’
Celinda Angeline remembered
Cleorge Washington who couldn’t
tell a lie. She would la* a litth
(leorge Washington—then she
would get commended, and per
haps get put in the School Reader
for Susie to see.
”1 runned away, and I wasn’t
never coming back until 1 growed
up. Hut the mud wasps buzzed
so—and 1 tumbled onto my nose.”
Her mother showed no recollec
tion of an illustrious precedent in
truthfulness. ‘'So that’s what
you've been doing for the last half
hour—running away and running
back again, is it? You are a
naughty girl, and I shall give your
gingerbread man to Susie because
you tried to punish me for whip
ping you.’’
She moved briskly about
ting dinner. Celinda Angelina sat
still in the doorway. Tears were
rolling down her face and she
could not even wipe them away
without hurting her nose. There
was more in Revenge than her phi
losophy had dreamed of!—-Orange
•Judd Farmer.
Cats on Liners.
From eight to twelve cats are
part of the equipment of every
great ocean liner, and these same
pussies appear duly on the ship's
books, where their rations are ac
counted for. Each cat is stationed
at a different part of the ship, and
certain stewards are told off to
feed them daily. There is not a lit
1 le rivalry bet ween different stew
ards when the respective merits
as rat-catchers of different cats
under their charge arc* being dis
cussed
TO WOULD-BE SETTLERS,
A Strip of Land Strewn with Skele
tons of Prospectors.
One June 15, 1903, 1,000,000
acres of land in California wen
thrown open to entry. This may
be taken up either under the des
ert land act or as homesteads in
00-acre tracts. The strip stretch
es from Mojave to the Colorado
river.
We wish to warn all intending
settlers to let this land alone, says
the San Francisco Argonaut.
There is a good deal of talk about
"making the desert blossom as
the rose.” Sonic deserts blossom,
but not this one. Nobody will
ever do more for this desert than
Mother Nature has done. The
only blooming that nature has
brought about there is that its
freckled bosom blossoms with
large alkali pustules, or pimples,
punctuated with sagebrush and
cactus. This sums up the flora of
the new Promised Land. The
fauna includes jack rabbits,
horned toads, lizards, Gila mon
sters and venomous snakes. The
soil is coarse sand and gravel, and
on top of the coarse gravel there
is a fine alkali powder which,
when the wind blows—and the
wind blows often—sweeps over
t he scorching and barren land like
the dreaded sandstorms of the
Sahara, which, by the way, they
much resemble. Even far to the
southwest, across the lofty moun
tair ranges, these desert sand
storms sometimes sweep, reach
ing t he favored dwellers in South
ern California, in the midst of
their orange groves. Even this
distant touch of the desert winds
causes trees to wither, grass t<
scorch and men and animals to
suffer keenly. Over this dreadful
desert t he sun moves like a ball of
fire across a sky of brass. Rarely
does a cloud break the intensity of
its pitiless rays.
1 host* credulous persons who
may believe 1 hat i his is I lie kind of
desert which, by irrigation, nun
be turned into a garden are
doomed to disappointment. There
is no water on this desert strip.
The waters of the Colorado may
be led to the lands of the Yuma
desert, but that is far lower in
level than are these. Much of this
Mojave strip is at an elevation of
two or three thousand feet, end
ing in igneous rock and producing
nothing but profanity.
The last hope for the settler
on this barren land would be the
discovery of precious metals.
They may exist there. We do not
say t hey cannot be found. Hut we
know that the land has been pros
pected by experienced miners for
half a century. If a tenderfoot
can find a gold mine where an old
California miner fails, he is «
smart tenderfoot. I»ut we doubt
his success.
We warn all eastern people not.
to be deluded by false, even if
well - meaning, representations
concerning this strip of land be
tween Mojave and tin* Colorado
river. It is strewn with the skel
etons of prospectors, the bones of
animals. It is a place of skulls.
Cobwebs Divert Electricity.
The* opt*ml ion of telegraph lines
in t In* Al-geut ine Republic is great- |
ly hampered by the fact that myr- j
iads of small spiders weave their
webs on 1 he wires until they hang !
down in regular festoons. These
masses of cobweb, when damped
by rain or dew, establish "leaks."
and by drawing off the current
the capacity of the lines is some
times reduced to only a tenth of
the normal.
Baby Twenty-Eight Years Old.
A woman, aged US, has died in
Bavaria in the cradle in which she
was lain soon after her birth, and
in which she had passed tin* whole
of her life. She preserved to the
end the size and appearance of a
baby a few months old, though her
mind developed abnormally, and
she was a persistent talker.
His Own Master.
No man is free who hasn’t got
himself well in hand.
HOW CHEAP BAKING POWDER
IS MADE.
A recent seizure of a lot of “cheap"
baking powders by the authorities of
a neighboring city has exposed the
character of the low priced brands of
baking powders which many manufac
turers are offering throughout the
country. The price of the powders first
attracted attention to them. Samples
were taken and analyzed. The official
report of the analysis showed the stuff
to be “alum powders," composed chiefly
of alum, sulphuric acid and pulverized
rock. The powders were declared dan
gerous to health and several thousand
pounds were confiscated and destroyed.
Physicians have frequently cautioned
consumers against mixing food with
these so-called “cheap” baking powders.
They are all found, when analyzed, to
contain large percentages of alum and
sulphuric acid to which are added vari
ous sorts of filling matter sometimes
both injurious and nasty.
The high class, cream of tartar bak
ing powders, are the most economical
and wholesome and should always be
selected for use. They will be found
cheaper in the end. besides making the
food better and more healthful.
Cnrtots* Amnvcm.
At a school in Germany an examina
tion was recently heid. and here are
some of the answers given by the pu
pils:
“Veres plundered the temples of Sic
ily and then took them home with
him; nevertheless, he won his lawsuit,
for he bribed his opponent.”
“Napoleon I. was born < n August 18,
18f>8, and this was destined to be the
most remarkable in his entire life,
since he ascended the throne of France
on December 2, 1S<>4.”
“In the time of the ancient Romans
priests wore a fillet, which went over
the head and neck and into the shoul
der-blade.”
“Schiller’s life came to a final end
on May 9, 1805.”
“There were three Punic wars—
namely, the first, second and third.”
“In reading Klopstock one must look
for the argument, and even if it is not
there one must find it.”
“in regard to Homer, no one knows
whether, where, how or why he was
born.”
“The national hymn should always
be sung standing with bare feet."
“Ladislaus Posthumus was a good
humored ruler, but he was defective in
the matter of birth.”—St. Louis Star.
C'roMied I yriint.
Paul the First of Russia was very
deaf and also very tyrannical. One day
an aid-de-cainp, intending to please
him, approached and cried into his
ear: “I am glad to see, your majesty,
that your hearing is much improved."
"What is that you say?” growled the
czar.
Raising his voice the aide-de-camp
said: "I am glad that your majesty's
hearing is so much improved.”
"Ah, that’s it, eh?” chuckled the
czar, and then added: “Say it once
more.”
The aide-de-camp repeated the
words, whereupon Paul the First thun
dered: “So you dare to make fun of
me, do you? Just wait awhile.”
Next day the aid-de-camp was on
his way to the mints of Siberia.—St.
Louis Star.
Reciprocity With Ciinada.
Where there are common interests
there should be a common country.
There is no doubt of the advantages
which would acme alike to ihe people
of Canada and of the United States
from unobstructed commercial rela
tions. If the bars to free trade should
once be pulled down they would never
be again erected, and political union
would almost inevitably follow com
mercial union. It is only the repre
sentatives of officialism, and of special
interests opposed to the general inter
ests, that obstruct popular inclination
toward the tender of reciprocal advan
tages which should nattrrally result
from the inheritance of a common lan
guage, a common law and a common
heritage of opportunity.—Philadelphia
Record.
St. Pierre and Sodom.
Emperor William compared the dis
aster at Martinique to that at Pompeii,
but Mme. Jane Dieulafoy.a well-known
French writer, maintains that it re
sembles much more closely the disas
ter which befell Sodom and Gomorrah.
“It is impossible,’ she says, "to read
tbout these two disasters without be
ing struck by their similarity. In both
cases the country was admirably fer
tile—indeed, a veritable Garden of
Eden: in both cases the sun rose radi
ant. and scarcely was it above the
horizon before a stream of fire and
rocks was launched into the air and
fell upon St. Pierre and the two ac
cursed cities; in both cases a column
of black smoke arose fro?i the crater
and mounted high up into the sky.
"It is true that volcanic eruptions al
ways present somewhat similar phe
nomena, but it is very doubtful if any
eruptions ever resembled each other so
much as these two.
“Moreover, this similarity is espe
cially interesting, since it is a clear
proof that the Biblical writers ob
tained their facts from sure sources,
and took no pains to distort them.”—
Sc. Louis Star.