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ISSUED i. b. grist & sons, Publisher.. I % familj ^cajsgagtr: Jfcrthe promotion off the political, gotial, &jricul(ural, and flt?nimei[tiat gntgrffts of the gcoplt. . {TtRM3moLE0coiTYrAivJcEANDTV8ANCE" established \S55. YORKVILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 16, 1901. NO. 83. " # fl ?hr $torjt ?flier. LONG BARTON'S MCE In a gloomy room, made more dismal by a spluttering candle set in a bottle, the 6ides of which were covered with a copious overflow of tallow, a young man sat, attempting to decipher the words on a small piece of paper. Near him, with her head bent forward in an anxious, half expectant attitude, was his mother, on whose not unattractive face were * the lines of toil and suffering. "Well, George," she finally said, "why don't you read it ?" "I can hardly make it out, mother," her son replied, "but it's new, and he says he got the receipt from one of the great piano makers in New York. It's the stuff that makes the cases shine so. Think of it! If I could get such a polish on my skis, why, I'd win that $200 and pay olf the mortgage and get you a thick i cloak and all the things you need." "Yes, George," said the woman, a slight flush tingeing her pale face; i "but you've tried so many kinds of 'dope,' and they all failed. I'm afraid it's your way of riding, dear." "My way of riding!" exclaimed the young man, and he looked up and ran his hands through his curly hair. "Why, there isn't a man in Plumas county who can toss more 6now in a day, lift more, stand more, than can I." His mother said nothing. She sighed as she looked up at the 6now covered windows, then glanced at her companion with an expression that combined pride and pity. The young man had not overstated his prowess. He was a giant, a colossus in strength, seven feet tall, but so thin, 60 long of limb, so strangely drawn out that for miles around he was known as "Long Barton" and "Tanglefoot." He was a miner, like his father, who had been killed in an avalanche two seasons before. The winter had set in early, and a succession of snowstorms had buried the little hamlet of a dozen houses so deep in the snow that around the Barton home it was nearly 30 feet on the level, and the hamlet, so far as appearances went, had been wiped out of existence and lay with all its domestic life under the snow. The entire male population had dug the Bartons out, as in previous winters, the operation consisting in beginning a shoot 50 feet from the front of the house, or where it was supposed to be, and sinking a burrow or shoot at an angle of 45 degrees in the direction of the second story. It took some time to accomplish this after the last storm, but finally the miners reached the attic window, giving a rousing cheer as Mrs. Barton and her son appeared to welcome them. From this time the attic window had been the front door. George had cut steps up the burrow, and the Bartons, as the postmaster remarked, were "in society again." The chimney had been spliced with pieces kept for the purpose, so that the top reached the surface of the snow, and as George had piled a plentiful supply of wood in the house in September and there waran abundance of candles, oil and provisions things were as comfortable in the Barton home as in any house in the place 20 or more feet under the snow. But there is a skeleton in every household, it i3 said, and in the Barton home it was pride and debt. The elder Barton had left a mortgage on the house, which was soon to expire, and the mortgagee wished the money. He lived in the city, 500 miles distant, and did not care for a risk where the security was liable to be crushed beneath 30 feet of snow, as both Plumas and Sierra counties were famous for heavy snowfalls. George Barton had not been able to save enough money for the mortgage. Avalanches had covered the mines aryl kepi inni rrom work. Then one uight in returning home he could not find the shoot and had wandered off and when discovered was badly frozen. It was the custom in the village for the miners when going to work to plant a staff with a rag streamer at the entrance of the shoots, so that they could find their homos if a storm came up. But the wind had blown Barton's flag down. Then there was another trouble. For a number of years George Barton had been a contestant in the ski races which are the principal amusement of the people of these counties of California in winter, but in every one he had been defeated?more, humiliated, as twice, unable to control his long' legs, he had at first wabbled, then slipped and gone down the slide upon his back amid the roars of laughter and gibes of the crowd of spectators. "The funniest thing about it," remarked the storekeeper, "i3 that George thinks he can ride and always lays it to his skis or the 'dope/ But, bless your heart, a man might jest as well try to ride on stilts as them legs of his'n. They ain't built for skiin. They'd make a good skid for a "bridge. Afy, "how "he did tangle up, legs and arms all in knots! Why don't some of you chaps tell him nature didn't intend him to ride skis V "Why don't you tell him ?" retorted a listener, laughing. "Waal, it ain't my business, and I get heaps of fun out of him, but it's the truth, he ain't got any lense." "He's entered for next week," said one in nie gruup. "What for ? the sweepstakes?" asked the storekeeper. "You bet!" was the reply. "He's got some 'dope' that's like greased lightning, and you can't get the secret out of him with a team of wild horses. Gus Lindberg offered him $10 for a cupful, but he wouldn't look at him, and he's given it out that he expects to win." "He'll win if the prize is for tying his legs into knots," laughed the storekeeper. "He can't equal the time he went to Miss Bates' party and slipped at the head of their shoot. It was 75 feet if it was a foot, and he went sliding down like a log of redwood?a mile a minute. The f*ont door was shut, and he struck it feet first and landed right in the party, his Legs all in knots." The ski races had been announced for a week, and Long Barton had entered. The grand prize was $250, and he believed he could win it. But on the morning of the event his mother made some excuse for remaining home and was the only woman in the hamlet not present at the races. She could not bear to witness his defeat. The course was on the slopes of the sierras, a splendid hill 2,000 feet long, slippery as glass, and of so sharp an angle that a man could not ascend it, and once on it with skis, it was a race like the wind for nearly half a mile, then out on to a gradual slope into the valley, where the little village lay buried. p i ;n xjvery tuwii ui village iu x xuxuas and Sierra counties of any pretensions had a ski. club, and many of the members were experts who had performed wonderful feats, and for this race the pick of every club was on hand at the top of the glassy slide, while an admiring crowd of men, women and girls looked on. The curious Norwegian snowshoes, which were eight feet long, four inches wide and half an inch thick, were being given their final polish, every contestant having his especial "dope/' which was his secret. Apart from the others stood Long Barton strapping on his skis, which had a polish such as had never been seen before. They gleamed in the sun with dazzling brilliance. If "dope" counted, there were those who believed that "Tanglefoot" would win. The first signal was given, and the men lined up, their long skis extended forward, their bodies in various positions. Each racer bore a long staff, or starter. Some held it on one side, some between their legs, while others extended it ahead, and as the word was eriven each man gave a mighty shove and projected himself down the terrific slide. They shot over the edge like a wave of water over a fall and seemed to rush into space, then sank 60 rapidly from view that they were gone before the excited onlookers realized it. The speed increased rapidly, and in 10 seconds was like that of a fast trotter, at 15 it was equal to the fastest train of cars, and at 20 the best men were holding their breath, as it was impossible to breathe at such speed, and the slightest swerve would send them off the track. From the side the scene was a frightful one, as it was hard to believe that human beings could preserve their position and not be dashed to pieces under such extreme velocity. But the line swept on, a few of the racers surging ahead. Half way ^own, and four are in advance, two-thirds, and one tall figure is leading. It is Long Barton. He is rushing with the speed of light. The new "dope" is carrying him on to victory. He knew it; his teeth were set; his heart was in his mouth?the goal was just ahead. Then something happened. lie swerved a tenth of an inch; a piece of ice caught the channel of his polished ski, perhaps, and the next second the line of racers rushed like the wind by a figure rolling over and over, its legs, anns and long skis seemingly tangled in a hopeless knot. "Tanglefoot" had lost again, and the loud laughter and gibes of the spectators rang in his ears as, half stunned, he slid to the bottom and picked himself up. To their credit, the winners did not laugh. It was the crowd on the hill, and Barton took off his skis and, avoiding them, walked over the snow and was lost to sight in the shoot that led to his home. That night, as was the custom, there was a ball, and at the earnest wish of his mother Long Barton went. But he took no part in the entertainment and sat by the stove and watched the merrymakers, knowing well that he was the butt of them all. Late at night, while he still looked on, a crowd gathered j at the door around a man who had i just arrived?Keel Stacey, the stage j driver. 1 "Hope vou folks has extra splices on your chimneys and flags out," he eaid. "It's banked 50 foet at Evans, and the 30 foot marks on the {)ines are covered, and it's snowing ike it will never stop. But that's not what I come for," he continued, unrolling a bundle, blanket after blanket, and producing a baby that looked up at the men with a wondering gaze. "A baby J" they shouted in chorus, and half a dozen arms reached for the child. "Hold on, boys," said the driver; "business first. This is Jim Gray son's baby. His wife died last night, i and he's flat on his back. The cow 1 was killed in the snow, and there 1 ain't any milk in this town but i this," and the old driver held up a i quart bottle. "Now, the doctor I 6ays that the only thing to save the ] baby is to get it out where there's ] milk. If we don't, it will starve." t "Why, Reel," said the storekeeper 1 in an awed whisper, "it's death to i try the mountains in such a storm!" i "So I told the doctor," replied i the stage driver, "and I haven't the 1 nerve to try it. I know what ii is? < a man's life against the kid's. But i I said I'd state the case. He's a new- < comer at Sierra. He got here and 1 can't get away." i "It's 50 miles to milk if it's a i foot," remarked a red whiskered < miner in the group. "Won't bread ' and water do ?" ] "It might for some," retorted the driver, "but this baby's not built 1 that way. She wants milk, and she i won't touch anything else. They've i been trying it for days. Is there any i man here that can suggest any- i thing ?" And the speaker raised his 1 voice. 1 Every miner present knew that it ] was impossible to get out of the i mountains, even if it was not snow- 1 ing, until the snow had settled. Ev- i ery one recalled the names and faces j of men who had met death trying to 1 cross the sierras in storms, and for < ? P'vTif mftmnntc rin nnn nncu'oro^ ' a n;? I11U111UI1 VO 11V VII v U1IU u VI v\*. Then, as the driver pulled the blan- 1 ket over the little figure, which he 1 held closer to his breast, a voice i said: < "Well, if the baby wants milk, 1 she's going to have it; don't you for- i get it, boys." And Long Barton edged through the crowd and took the child in his arms. He rolled it up in the coverings the stage driver i had taken off. Then he pulled on his snow cap and, followed by the men to the door, went out into the s storm. "Well," exclaimed Heel Stacey, 1 "I'd have picked 'Tanglefoot' the last one for such a proposition. But, boys, we've mistook him. He's got , sand, for he's going to his funeral." What George Barton said to his t mother no one knew. Time was the j essence of this transaction, and in a f very short while he came up the e shoot clad in his furs, the baby t wrapped in a fur bag which was 1 slung under his arm. He carried his T staff in his hand, a revolver in his ( pocket for wolves, and on his booted feet were the skis which the incomparable "dope" had polished so that r ne could hardly stand. A moment later he was lost to view. \ The same dogged persistency which had led Long Barton to believe that he could win the race made him think that he could carry the baby to safety. If he had been asked an hour before if a man could do this, he would have said no. He strode up the little valley, keeping in the center, with the wulls of the sierras, snowclad, trembling with avalanches on either side and in an hour struck the straggling forest. He knew the trees well and for five miles kept the trail. Then he came to the first slope. By the aid of his staff he made a rapid slide, reaching the bottom of the canyon safely in a few seconds. And this was to be his experience?climbing and sliding. The next hill was so soft that he was breathing hard when he reached half way. Then he felt a tremble, a nameless thrill, and the entire side of the mountain seemed to give way, and he was carried irresistibly down on the wines of an av alanche. He made desperate strug- { gles and by a miracle kept near the top and after much labor dug him- 1 self out. i It had stopped snowing as he ? started down the canyon, now sliding, now leaping, the famous "dope" ( carrying him well and fast. From a J deep valley he must climb the next r range, but when he was half way up ? the snow began to fall again, and he ( became bewildered. He could not c see the stars and would have to trust \ to luck. So he swung himself over I the divide and rushed down the c slopes. Another range to climb, and 1 still it snowed, and later the wind 1 rose and tossed the snow aloft in 1 great spectral wraiths that looked to { his distorted vision like shrouds. But that warm bundle so close to his heart gave him courage, and he i pushed on. 5 Five hours he had been traveling s steadily. He could not remember { how many ranges he had passed. J He had forgotten how many ranges c he was to cross to reach the town. J He made some descents that equaled \ the famous race course, narrowly es- 11 japing trees and rocks, holding one irm about the bundle, patting it as le heard fitful cries. Again he was jaught in an avalanche, reaching the lottom waist deep in snow, the baby ilmost buried. It was now daylight, ind after digging his feet out he unrolled the bundle and, protecting it, jave the baby a ration of the milk, vhich had kept warm against his jody. It looked wonderingly at him ;he while, and George, who knew rery little about babies, made up his ? .1 . *1 X 1- - J liina tnat it musi De a very guou latured one. He did not realize how weary he was until he started up again. Then he found that his foot had been twisted and he was lame. The cold was increasing, the fnow was finer md filled his eyes, and he felt that ;his was the beginning of the end. But on he pressed until the afterloon, when the baby cried, and he itopped to give it the remainder of the milk, looking at the little face with red and desperate eyes. On he vent again, now running, now limping, plunging down the slopes until lie began to experience a strange ippression, as though a band of iron was about his head. Then he seem;d to be at home, and he tried to ask tiis mother to take the baby. He suddenly stopped, trembling, realizing that his mind was not clear, and iaBhed snow upon his forehead. Then he rushed on again like a madman. How far he went no one knows to this day, but it had been many miles in the wrong direction, when, with a wild laugh, which frightened those svho heard it, Long Barton unslung i bundle and plunged into a half buried wickiup,* from the top of which sparks were rising. The men reached for their firearms at sight of the gigantic and wild eyed figure, but the squaw, laying her papoose imong the blankets, with unerring instinct caught the bundle from the bands of the falling man, and Jim Grayson's baby was saved. As for "Tanglefoot" Barton, one of the balf breeds, who came in to the village from another wickiup and who understood English, said he was jlean off his head and thought lie bad won a race.?Charles F. Holder in New York Evening Fost. BLALOCK THIRED DOWN. President Roosevelt Is Opposed to Too Much Liquor. Leumas W. C. Blalock will not be Lppointed collector of Internal revenue or South Carolina to succeed the late 3. A. Webster. He is a planter and nanufacturer, a man of means, posi,lon and influence, with a host of perlonal friends In South Carolina. Jle oined the Republican party a number >f years ago, when the Democracy of his state passed under the control of 3. R. Tilman. He was induced by his riends last spring' to offer himself as l candidate for collector and it is said ie had secured the promise of Senator lanna that his appointment would be nade at the expiration of the term of Collector Webster. The death of Mr. JVebster and the death of President dcKinley changed the status of affairs ind made necessary an early appolntnent by President Roosevelt. Mr. Blalock came to Washington two veeks ago, seeking the appointment. !e had the endorsement of hundreds of Democrats and Republicans and the avorable influence of Senator Mcjaurin, whom President Roosevelt onsults as to South Carolina app'olntnents, as did his predecessor. It is said his appointment had been >repared, and the signature of the secetary of the treasury affixed, and that he president intended to add his autorraph and announce the appointment; >ut declined to do so after charges had >een made that Mr. Blalock was conrival in his habits. After the president had turned down dr. Blalock, the names of Dr. J. F. 3nsor, Geo. H. Huggins and Dr. V. P. Clayton are said to have been considTho tAipirrAms to South Carolina hat Dr. Clayton has been appointed vere premature, though It Is probable le will be, as he is acceptable to Senaor McLaurin, who has recommended lim. Blalock and his friends are very nuch disappointed. They say Clayton ias no influence and cannot secure for Roosevelt the South Carolina delegaion to the next national Republican :onvention. There is talk here that President Roosevelt may tender McLaurin a cabnet portfolio as a recognition of the louth. It may be only Idle rumor. Later?John G. Capers, Dr. V. P. Clayton and Dr. J. F. Ensor called on he president this afternoon and urged lim to reconsider his determination lot to appoint Blalock, saying that itories were being circulated in South Carolina that McLaurin had gone back >n Blalock. The president said this vas not true and that he could not apjoint Blalock for reasons wholly with>ut the control of McLaurin. The presdent said he would not do it and tenlered the appointment to Clayton, who vas not inclined to accept but will >robably do so.?Washington special >f Saturday to the Columbia Record. iti' The excess of births over deaths n New York is, on an average, about >,000 a year, and if there were not constant immigration into New York from oreign countries and from other divisons of the United States, the growth )f the city would be 50,000 in ten years, >r less than li per cent, in a decade. Actually, the increase in population is it the rate of 38 per cent. The terriory of New York, which had 2,403,000 )opulation in 1890, had 3,437,000 in 1900. "A PLAIN CASE OP BUSINESS." w h Ship Subsidy Proposition Dliicaiied & From Standpoint of Common g! Senile. p News and Courier, Friday. o The Yorkville Enquirer rises with si several questions of current interest, p It says: v "Do we want a merchant marine of E our own, or do we prefer to continue g paying freight bills to foreigners? If . we want a merchant marine of our J own, can we reasonably expect to bulid h up such an enterprise in competition with the subsidized foreign concerns without paying subsidies ourselves? If the foreigners find it to their advan- ? tage to subsidize their ships in order to put them in a position to carry our freights, would it not pay us to give equal or greater subsidies and carry '"^1 Aiivaaliroa Thorn mo v ho H as some of our contemporaries claim, b a 'Republican steal' in the shipsubsldy f( idea; but to our view it looks more like a plain case of business, in which a we are allowing the foreigners to get n the better of us." p Putting aside the stealing aspect of p the matter, let us consider it in the ]? other one. The "plain business" view S( will do for the present. In a general way of speaking, then, C( we suggest to The Enquirer, in the h first place, that there is no harm done w to any business community, or inter- fl1 est, or concern, when another one, a which is better prepared for such work, a] does its hauling, freight carrylhg, n whether on land or water, for it cheaper than it can do such service for it- u self. For instance does The Enqui- t| rer think that the Yorkvllle mer- tl chants and manufacturers, would be hurt in pocket, by hauling their a goods to and from Charlotte, or n Atlanta, say, rather than having them hauled by the railroads for lower rates? f( Would it "pay" the people of York- j? ville, as a plain case of business, to n build and subsidize railroads of their t< own to those points and "carry their p freights "themselves?" Is it not bet- jj ter "business" and more profitable bus- n iness for them to give their hauling to ? the railroads which can haul cheaper tI than they can? And if it is, what rea- Cl son is there for the larger business community of the country to build up C( "a merchant marine of our own," and ^ subsidize it heavily, simply to enable n us "to carry our freights ourselves," at a higher cost than the foreigners carry j, it for us? Would it not be very bad jr business, to take a plain business view y of it? And, not to extend the discussion e( over too much ground, how could we h possibly be profited by subsidizing our jr own ships to carry our freight? How would the proceeding "pay" us in the w circumstances? We mean by us the tl "business" interests and people gener- c, ally of the country?not the recipients n of the subsidies, who would be greatly tl profited, of course. The contention is jT that our freight ships cannot compete p with the foreign freight ships, be- h cause of the very low rates of b, freight charged by the latter, and tl must be operated at a loss if ope- a rated at all and, therefore, they tl must have a subsidy to enable them to compete. It fallows, of course, d that if they were operated by means of tl a subsidy, they would still be operated 01 at a loss, in fact, but that the subsidy T would recoup their owners for such un- r< profitable business. Can The En- P qttirer say, or see, how this proceed- tj Ing would "pay" in any way the far- d mers and other people of* South Caro- m Una, and of other states, who would cj have to furnish the money for the sub- b< sidles? b; It is asserted, indeed, that the sub- sj sidles would enable our freight ships si to carry our freight cheaper than it is it carried by the foreign ships. But it may be asked as a plain business question, if our ships really need money from the public nocket to enable them T to run at all in competition with these forei&n ships, how can they possibly carry freights cheaper than their competltors? jj. Are we to understand in view of these plain business considerations, j that the $9,000,000 a year subsidy that , is asked for our ocean freight ships, p| is not Just enough to enable them to carry our freight as cheap as it can be carried by their competitors: but Is intended rather to afford them a a( profit on their service besides? The ( question is, then, finally, how can it f( possibly "pay" the people of this country, in any way, to support a merchant jr marine on such terms the terms of paying it more money for its service than we now pay foreign ships for the c, same service, and then giving it more L' millions of dollars annually in unearned money as a free gift, to make it pro- , fltable to the few men who own It and operate it? It may be and ought to be good "bus- T Iness" for the men and concerns who will build the ships and run them ana I k draw the subsidies. It Is very poor bus- T lness for the business men and the people, who will furnish the money for the I subsidies. And we take it, that business men and the people do not "want j a merchant "marine" on such conditions, and will prefer to "continue paying freight bills to foreigners" who ren- * der a full equivalent in service tor such p bills," and this, we think, is the plain business view of it. g( Resented by Roosevelt.?Shortly after Mr. Roosevelt had been called to Washington by President Harrison as the head of the civil service commls- A slon, he in company with friends, was ^ visiting the Army and Navy club. During the evening a gentleman(?) who evidently had not become recon- s died to the south, in conversation referred contemptuously to the southern people as traitors. Mr. Roosevelt kind- g? ly remonstrated and stated the charge of being traitors could not be main- et tained against the southern people. tc The gentleman (?) was not satisfied gi with Mr. Roosevelt's remonstrance and repeated that the southern people j were traitors. Again, Mr. Roosevelt |S remostrated, saying that his mother b as a southern lady, and that many c is kinsmen had engaged in that wai nd that the word traitor was offer Ive to him. Upon the word being ? eated the third time, Roosevelt she ut his flst straight from the rigfc houlder and administered the 'sola lexus" to the gentleman whose tongu as. so glib in denouncing the soutl Loosevelt reformed him! He has reat deal of reform work in his hand jst now. We wish him well.?Bor am, Texas, Daily Favorite. WHY NAPOLEON I?AILED. [e Wai Great Enough Bat Not Goo Enoagh. A recent book, written by an eml ent English statesman, Lord Rose erry upon Napoleon the Great. Is pro jundly Interesting In Its sympatheth nd yet judicial, estimate of the mos larvelous of modern conquerors. Na oleon appears, to this latest blogra her, so great In his energy, his Intel set, his genius, that he "enlarges th :ope of human achievement." H fought the Austrlans once for flv onsecutive days, without taking 01 Is boots or closing his eyes;" h 'ould work for eighteen hours at tretch; "his genius was as unfailin nd supreme In the art of statesman tilp as In the art of war, and he was a luch the first ruler as the first cap tin in the world." "Ordinary meas res do not apply to him; we seem to b rying to span a mountain with ipe." The conclusion arrived at 1 nat Napoleon was the largest person 1 force that has ever come into th lodern European world.* Why, then, did his career end in de ?at and exile? Napoleon's own sayin i a revelation on this point. "I ar ot a man like other men," he assei ;a; "tne laws 01 mortality couia nc e intended to apply to me." He be eved that religion was essential to th ation he ruled; but not to himsel [e was not antagonistic to it; he pa ronized it rather. But for a man a onsciously great as he to obey th en Commandments when they ra ounter to his own views, appeared t im absurd. Humility was in his eye 0 virtue; but an entire mistake. Yet humility alone could have save 1m. The dangerous, the fatal elemer 1 Napoleon's nature was ambition. I outh, he was phenomenally sane an 'ell-balanced. But his little knowl 3ge of his own powers unbalance Im; nothing seemed impossible: noth ig seemed as important as his Ow estlny: "the Intellect and energ rere still there: but as in caricature iey became monstrosities." The me the inevitable collapse of insan nd impossible ambitions: and at 4i le man who had dreamed of govern ig a world became a captive exih [is conquests left no mark: the king e made lost their thrones; France wa eggared and exhausted by him; an ie greatest gifts ever bestowed upo human soul' since the days of Caesa ius failed to help forward the work If any one was ever great enough t o without goodness, Napoleon wa le man. The result of his experimen light to be enough to satisfy anybodj here is no need for smaller men t ;peat the test; it stands as a flnalltj lain, simple goodness is the necessi ir of great souls as well as lesser ones uty is the supreme law. God, the al ilghty ruler. Napoleon failed not be iuse he was not great enough; bu ecause he was not good enough. "Nc y might, nor by power, but my spirit lith the Lord of hosts." That trut :ands; and we may stand or fall b , as we choose. ? m % "LORD, KINDLY LIGHT." he Text of the Ftmoni Hymn Tha President McKlnley Loved. In reprinting below Cardinal New lan's famous hymn, which Is said t ave been one of President McKlnley' ivorltes, the Indianapolis Journal ha Iven the version used in "Lyra An licana," a hymnal of sacred poetr ublished by the Appletons in 186E he difference is in the first line onlyLord, Kindly Light;" but It is an im artant difference, the opening wop iding a force which the invocatio: Lherwise lacks. It is presumably th >rm in which the line came from New lan's pen, thougn the other has beei icorporated in the hymnal in com ion use and is the only one known t lost readers. In the "Lyra Angll ma" the hymn is called, "The Tru lght," and reads thus; the true light. ord. Kindly Light, amid the encir cling gloom, Lead Thou me on! he night is dark and I am far fror home; Lead Thou me on! !eep Thou my feet, I do not ask to se he distant way; one step's enough fo me. was not ever thus, nor prayed tha Thou, Wouldst lead me on; loved to see and cnoose my pain, uu now Lead Thou me on! loved the garish day, and, spite o fears, ride ruled my will; remember not pas years. o long Thy power hath kept me, sur it still Will load me on! 'er moi.' and fen, o'er crag and tor rent, till The night is gone, nd with the morn those angel face smile fhich I have loved long since and los awhile. Joseph Fritz, of Byron, Mich., i resident of the Epworth league there nd is also a bartender in his father'; iloon. He is only 19 years old, am insiders himself subject to his fath 's orders, so the ministers of th; iwn advised him to remain in his po tion until he attains his majority. 3" The Rev. John Kerr, of Lima, 111, said to be the owner of the oldes ible In the United States. >f THE CANAL A NECESSITY. P, " National Farmers' Congress Alive to the Situation. >t At the Farmers' National congress, it held In Sioux Falls, S. D., last week, tr Hon. Harvle Jordan, agricultural editor ,e of The Journal, Introduced the resoluj, tions calling for the construction of the a Nicaragua canal, which were unanlls mously passed. Mr. Jordan was also unanimously elected first vice-president of the National Farmers' congress by acclamation. This is quite a courtesy to the South and honor to him. d Acrordlnv to thi> Sinn*' Folia Armis. Leader, Mr. Jordan made the principal l_ address of the session, speaking on "The Nicaragua Canal; Its Importance to Farmers of the South and West." , The Argus-Leader says: "Mr. Jordan lt is president of the Southern Inter-State _ Cotton Growers' association, and agricultural editor of the Atlanta Journal. I_ His address was keenly listened to by e the delegates, and called but an intere esting discussion. Mr. Jordan is one of e the most prominent planters of tl^p ff south and has been for some time a e member of the Georgia legislature. a Those that knew him only by reputag tion were much surprised to find so # young a man." B The discussion that followed Mr. Jordan's address led up to the passage of the following resolutions, which were ie offered by him: a Whereas, the rapid expansion of agrl-. I8 cultural production, manufacturing industries and commercial trade generale ly in the United States is growing beyond the demands of present markets both at home and abroad, and g Whereas, It is deemed of vital imn portance to cultivate better trade rela.. tions with the Central and South Amer)t lean republics and the Asiatic nations of the far west; and e Whereas, The government of the I United States is already committed to, and will enforce the integrity of the g Monroe doctrine, e Therefore, Be It resolved by the Nan tional Farmers' congress that the con- > 0 struction of the Nlcaraguan canal is ,s deemed highly essential for meeting the objects and purposes above set forth, and we hereby earnestly petition the lt congress of the United States to take n immediate steps toward the opening of tho noM fa+Vimion ronol that aomh d ? ~ , may be speedily opened to the com d merce of the world on the high seas, and that It be built and controlled by the federal government of the United States without the aid of, or Internay tlonal complications with, any foreign " nation. The resolution received a second by g Mr. B, Cameron, of North Carolina, (' and was unanimously passed by the s congress.?Atlanta Journal. TRIBUTE OP THE SEA. - The Awfnl Record of Lives and Vessels Lost Every Year. r Lloyd's annual return of vessels lost and condemned shows In a striking form the prodigious tribute that Is t claimed every year by the sea. The loss of life Is not given; but no less ^ than 702 vessels of upward of a hundred tons were reported last year as abandoned, burned, missing, In collls~ Ion, wrecked or foundered. To this vanished fleet must be added 146 vessels which were broken up or cont demned. The total tonage lost at sua it is upward of half a million?the equlv^ alent of 500 craft of a thousand tons apiece. No wonder the underwriters are busy. England can congratulate herself on holding the front rank In point of security for, while its actual losses are the heaviest, the number of wrecks ret latlve to the tonnage afloat is smaller than that of any of the first-class maritime powers. To be strictly accurate the colonies came out a fraction better 0 than the mother country. Germany s comes next and Norway, with Its big 8 fleet of the cast-olt vessels of other I liatlUIIOf OliVTVO bliv lltQ IIVUV> |/W? y of losses, 6.39, as compared with 2.39 ' for England. Norway's fleet of floating coffins has grown to be something of an international scandal, and it is ^ time a conference was summoned for n establishing some general standards of e safety, by which every nation should be bound. We are by no means blatne11 less ourselves in respect to finding and manning; but we are in a strong 0 enough position to take the initiative; and as large charterers of Norwegian e tonnage, and in our capacity of salesmen of the very ships which come lo grief on our coasts at every gale, we are by no means free from responsibility. One disquieting^ feature of the a return is the extremely small proportion of vessels condemned to the nume ber owned. Last year 146 vessels brokr en up out of the world's fleet of 24,892. We imagine that Lloyd's is hardly satt isfled with a state of things which marks the survival of some thousands of unfit ships and almost certainly accounts for the wreck of others.?London Daily News, f , , t Why Girls Cannot Throw.?A great deal of fun is poked at girls because e they cannot throw a stone or a snowball and hit the person or thing they are aiming at. The general idea as to why girls cannot throw as well as boys lo that tHov hova not aomifred the s knack by practice as their brothers have. Another explanation is given by 1 a medical man which tends to show that girls could never learn the knack, however, much they tried. When a boy throws a stone, he crooks his elbow and reaches back b with his forearm, and in the act of 1 throwing he works every Joint from shoulder to wrist. The girl throws with her whole arm rigid, whereas the B boy's arm is relaxed. The reason of this difference is one of anatomy. Tne feminine collar bone is longer and is set lower than in the case of a male. The long, crooked, ' awkward bone interferes with the free t use of the arm. This is the reason that girls cannot throw well.