MUNICIPAL OFFICERS
Mayor, J. II. Holderby,
Recorder. E. \V. Madness,
Marshal, Walter Pnscoe,
Treasurer, .1. T. Tharp,
Aldermen:- I!. 1'. Bushy, It. B. Ad
ams, W. J. Cooper, C. M. Edwards
and WTCTMttns.
Council meets first Monday night in
each month.
CHURCHES
Methodist church, services at 11, a.
m and 7:30 p. in. the second and fourth
Sundays in each month. Rev. C. M.
Newman, pastor.
Baptist church, services at 3 p. m.
Saturday before third Sunday, and 11
a. m. third Sunday in each month,
llev. .J. L. Brown, pastor.
Christian church, services first and
third Sundays in each month at 11 a.
m. and 7:30 p. m. Rev. J. H. McDon
iel. Pastor.
KRATERNIT1 ES
I»annelly Chapter H. A. M. meets
third Saturday night. 1. C. Nuckolls,
L. II. 1’.; T. 11. Hearing, She.
Newark Lodge F. & A. M. No. 24S
meets second Saturday night. J. I.
Sturdivant, W. M.: J. T. Tharp. Sec.
Newark Encampment 1. O. <). F. 42
mee<s second and fourth Thursday
nights, (i. A. Ashley, C. P: G. L. Fink
Scribe.
Newark Lodge 1. O. O. F. No. 2fi.'>
meets the first and third Wednesday
nights (>.(). Moss, N. (J.; <1. L. Fink
Secret ary.
Newark Camp W.O.W. No. 2Ss meets
second and fourth Tuesday nights in
each month. W. C. Mims, C. C.;
N. A. Speed, Clerk.
Banner Behekah Lodge No. 154
meets every Saturday afternoon at .‘1
o'clock. Mrs. .1. T. Miller. N. (I.: Miss
Lucy Lawton, secretary.
Independence Lodge No. 2.479 K. .V
L. of II. umets first and tnircl Monday
nights in each month. O. F. Craig,
Protector; Zed Griffith, Secretary.
To Cure a Cough
take Ramon s English Cough Syrup ih small
doses during the day, then sleep at fl ight. A pine
tf,r baltn without morphine. 'i'ic at all dealers.
S. A. MOORE
ATTORNEY - AT - LAW.
and Notary Public,
Land titles, administration, damage
eases and eolleetions a specialty. Will
practice in all eon its of the state.
Office in Post Office Building,
Newark, - Arkansas.
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A. A. HENDERSON
Notary Public
Makes a specialty of
Writing an i o^-recting Deeds.
(Mike \vir)t II. K. Hawthorne
Talk Is Cheap
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Through a weli conduct
ed Telephone service.
Not only that, but itt
saves and makes you
money, it is probably
the greatest of modern
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conveniences, and it’s»
cost is so low that any
body can afford it.
Less Than 5c a Bay
You ()u<fUt To i hive ()n<
THE NEWARK
Telephone Exchange,
vV. C. Mims. Pres. & Gen. Mgr.
To Cure a Cut, Sore or Wound
apply Ramon’s Nefve ic Boat oil pr-aiplv i
antiseptic- stops lliejoin atjdcau«es heafirt;
THE CENTURY'S CALL
Deep unto deep, It ealleth,
The century's dominant cry;
Over the desert and over the plain,
Over the peak and the mountain chain.
Under the thrilling sky.
The vole, of might} peoples.
And the tocsin ot war and woe.
From Fast to West 'tis sounding.
And u man must rise and go.
He must leave the hearth of his mother,
And fare to the Northern zon<
Traverse the waste and dare the dearth.
Know the moods of the desolate earth,
Live in his tent, alone.
For the century bids him hasten
To find her hidden wealth,
The lore she guards and the treasure
Bhe only yields by stealth.
A man must fear no peril,
He must ride like knight of old;
To tourney and tilt, with a good right hand, |
That cleaves to the hilt for the love of the
land,
And here's to the soldier bold!
Who Is pure of thought and action.
Who is ready to serve his age,
Who cares for the thing he doeth,
And not for the soldier's wage.
Deep unto deep, it calleth,
The century's urgent cry.
Splendid and strong is the century's song,
Valor and love to the battle throng,
And It may not pass you by.
From East to West 'tis sounding.
The call for the brave and the true.
O lads with pulses bounding.
That cry Is meant for you.
Wherever the need is greatest,
Wherever the ill is worst.
Over the city's thousands thick,
Ovtt th« ■ • sorts of stone and brick.
Over the lands accurst.
The cry for help Is pealing,
Bitter with want and woe.
O brother, if you hear It,
A man must arise and go.
—Margaret E. Sangstcr, in Youth’s Com
panion.
OLD RACKABONES'
LAS T • KICK
BY ROBERT MERRILL, JR.
iT WAS a, vary qtt^ thing to have
l happen. a most ^mcanny circum
stance. at best. Perhaps only a physiolo
gist could have retained his equanim
ity.
But if Hoke Samson had been a better
boy, if he bad been anything, in fact,
except the ignorant, rough fellow he was
he would not have been so badly fright
ened.
Hoke drove a green-truck wagon into
Bristol village every summer morning.
The iresh young beets, peas, cucumbers,
potatoes and green corn which he ped
dled were all right; and for that reason
the village housekeepers were glad to
see him appear. Yet it made every
body’s heart ache to see the way he
used his old horse.
Whenever he stopped at a house, or
rather when he started on to another,
Hoke would yell, savagely; “Huddup.
Old Raekabones!” and beat the horse
with his white oak whip-stock.
It was plain that the animal could
but just drag along with his load. His
bones stood up high in his rusty, rum
pled gray hide, and his looks were those
of hopeless dejection. Evidently he was
half-starved, and the only reward for
his hard day's labor was: "Huddup.
Old Raekabones!" and a crack from the
whip-stock.
The village people talked about it,
and the Cruelty-to-Animals officer was
notified. But the selectmen of Bristol
argued that Hoke had a mother and
three sisters and that if they took the
old horse away front him the town
would have to help them. They threat
ened him. however, and bade him feed
the horse better.
Others, mostly women, remonstrated
with Hoke time and again, till he grew
insolent with them. "This is my hoss
—see? I shall drive him as I’ve a mind
to—see? Lots o’ folks git rich mindin'
their own business—see?”
Compassion had been left out of Hoke.
He was a little more cautious about
beating the horse when he saw that
people were watching him. but it was
said by some that he more than made up
for this when he thought he was out
of sight and hearing on the road, beyond
the village.
What all who knew Hoke and his
horse bad long expected, happened one
day last autumn. Old Rackabones died.
On on< of tiis trips to the village he fell
in the shafts of the v • "bout a mile
and a half from his n * n p”
that time even the n
to make him get up. The only v macr
was ihat he had not died long before!
Hoke was “mad clean through”—
that was what he said to a neighbor !
afterward—that Old Rackabones should |
“up and die" in that mean fashion, just!
as he was most needed to draw the win
ter wood. Reside?, he broke one of the
wagon shafts in falling. That was an
other mean trick! If he must tali, he
might, at least, have fallen forward, anu
not sidewise on that shaft!
Hoke unbuckled the harness, got the '
horse clear of the wagon, and then,
pulling first by the tail, then by the ears,
he battled the body out of the road and
through a set of bars into a pasture,
where he left it to fate and the crows.
The way home was over descending
ground, and Hoke was able to haul the
wagon himself.
His mother was even more angry than
he had been. She berated Old Racka
bones and the world at large all the time
they were at supper. Then an idea oc
curred to her.
“We must save his hide and shoes,”
said she. "Mis hide's worth a dollar and
a quarter, anyhow, and his four shoes
ten cents apiece. You go skin that boss.
Hoke, and do it while he's warm, and
call at Robbins’ and borrow his pinchers
to puJi off them hoss-6hoes with.”
8Lt sharpened the butcher-knife with
a wuetsione and iighieu me iauui u.
But Hoke did not like the idea ol going
hack there in the evening.
“I don't b'lieve I can do it,” said he.
“What! Pay a dollar, to have that
hoss skinned!” cried Mrs. Samson.
“That never ll do! You go skin that
hoss, Hoke, and go right off, too, before
he’s cold.”
Hoke set off with lantern and knife,
having little stomach tor the job. He
called at their neighbor Robbins' to
borrow the pincers, and succeeded in
coaxing little Jimmy Robbins to go with
him to hold the lantern.
The gray body did look rather un
canny by lantern-light, lying iliac in
the dark pasture, and some an... <. a
dog, probably, was sneaking rout e. . at
slunk away as they approached. It ei.i
not add to the cheerfulness that an owl
began to hoot down in the swamp be
low the pasture, and that ere long a
dog—perhaps the same one—raised a
melancholy howl at a distance.
fioKe ieit queer an over; out ne pot
to work after a shaky fashion, ami
pulled off the shoes from the two fore
feet and one of the hind ones. The
other, the under one. bothered him.
The leg was drawn up. the tendons con
tracted. but they stretched out when
he pulled at the shoe. When he let no
they drew back in an odd way.
It came into his mind to cut the cords
and, seizing the leg by the fetlock, he
began hacking with the large knife
above the “gambrel joint.” Quite by
chance he partly severed, not the ten
dons. but the sciatic nerve, or what
corresponds to that in a horse.
Instantly a singular phenomenon was
exhibited. The cut through the nerve
sheath liberated the residual nervous
energy of the nerve rrunk. The flexor
muscles were first stimulated to contrac
tion; the leg jerked itself trom Hoke's
hand!
This of itself was somewhat alarming,
but even before he could step back, the
extensors felt the n flex stimulus, and
the leg straightened powerfully—much
as if a living horse had kicked. Hoke
was standing exactly in line, and the
result was that hoof and shoe landed
pretty nearly over his solar plexus, with
such violence that he was bowled over
backward and measured his length
among the stones of the pasture.
Little Jimmy Robbins, who had stood
holding the lantern in a rather per
turbed state of mind, no sooner saw the
dead horse kick Hoke over than he
dropped the light and fled homeward,
with a howl of terror.
And Hoke—well, no one knows just
what Hoke did or thought. He haa
after in a eoncition. mentally, tnat
frightened his motlier. although she was
not a woman easily alarmed.
Hoke rushed in at the door, with eyes
sticking out, and white as a sin et. Per
haps it was partly the kick on his stom
ach. All he could say was that dead
Old Rackabones had tried to kill him!
The kick itself is easily explained on
grounds of nerve action; but Hoke knew
little of nerves. He sat by tin stove and
shook like a leaf. His mother could
hardly drive him to bed. The next day
he pretended to he sick and kept in
doors. For more than a fortnight he
could not be induced to go out after
dark. For. like most cruel boys, Hoke
was a coward.
Meanwhile the selectmen had interred
Old Rackabones at the public expense.
Hoke's courage rose a little after he
learned that the old horse was under
ground; but people noticed that he had
a scared look round the eyes the rest of
the aurttmn.
In November he went to work with a
gang of Italians excavating gravel for
a new railroad that was to pass within
a mile of their house. He is still ex
cavating. That seems fit employment
for him. It is. no doubt, better that a
boy like Hoke should not have dumb
animals at his mercy Pick and shovel
do not suffer from his cruelty.—Youth’s
Companion.
Do It Now.
When you’ve got a joh to do.
Do It now!
If it's one yon wish was through.
Do it now!
If you're sure the job's vour own
Don't hem and haw and gruan
Don't put off a bit of work,
Do it now!
It doesn't pay to shirk.
Do it now!
If you want to till a place
And be useful to the race.
Just gel up an.l lak. a Place.
Don’t linger by the way.
Do it now!
You'll lo. e if you delay.
Do it now!
If the other fellows wait,
Or postpone until it's late,
You hit idi a fast.-r gall—
Do It now!
—Frank Farrington, in N. Y. Sun.
The day started ith a frown is quite
apt to end with a laiiure.
Do it now!
Do it nuw!
■ . GO SKIN THAT HOSS, HOKE.”
new r described liis emotions. The
hit;. . was pretty nearly knocked out
of !. :n; but he got away from there,
son w. and arrived home not long
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