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tl>« "fruiter,"
iTUST
Í porta, they mand
III rough tliv ocvan b*M
of th« promised land.
Ar&rc,u-
id. fr«« race, and aiavaa
a tryam's thrall;
jad. and young and strong,
tha open Mi
a wear nigh for iba yer -« gana by.
far tha yaara to ba.
Columbia atanda at bar wlda-awung gatas
And welcomes aacb waary guest;
With an open hand aha great* him tbara.
At tbo door of th* gold*n west;
• My lands ara wlds and tha pria* la grant.
But a man muat work to win;
Who faar* to soil bla banda by toll,
H* o««(i not *nt«r In.
"Hut to him who comea with a ataadfaat
hmrt
And a willing arm. 1 glva
The right 10 apeak as a man should apeak.
And to llva its a man should live;
Prve«lom 10 worship Ood la hi*,
And a vole* tn ihu nation's rule,
Ar-'l (ha chañe* 10 gain for hla child's
young brain
The light of tha common acbooi.
"And the home ha builds 1 will guard and
keep
From the tpoiltfa ruthleas maw.
Add the *#«' hi partís shall b* his. alone,
Hy the i*il*ht of my *rllt i law.
All thes* I «iv , fid aak hut tnt*-
I who have made ye free:
Thai ye «hall not «leave to the lands ye
leave.
But your faith ba pledged to me.
"And If tn a future year i call
On ye t'l nr hitur of nerd. .
Ye * «II l«> > our oil at m> fret and come
Wkt. ih<- b«M of your blood and breed.
And the old-world flags that mad* yo
!• ee
tthal! never t>* your* ngain.
for y* must * n¡id with the newer lard
'(¡froth th* Mali that made x men."
—Joe Lincoln, in 1.- A tt ituHrUn.
CORDELIA.
nv LIMA* tlt*EU H HH K.
She jx
poor little heroino, which any-
thing but in W j>iTijr u ith her occupa-
tion and ¡'[ 'ft', f'TltuT be
tBg that n( ,j iiiiftc.,' rl hij<! ¿¡enerul-
altiil v maid lo a fttimwtsr neighbor of
mine, the latter very <lo« fM roldan as
to boothev-5#, very untidy a# to * «tir-
ing i j i>ar« 1. and utterly forlorn and
htijK-li,'i"s n« to iiea.S ^' -jir
All that >u> only the outer lyiftk,
hot*ever, ami 1 am "tin not even King
lovely tlftiighter o in ft fairer
goal or n tweeter Qflior® than th«Cor*
dells oí whom I h rite
Our fir t intcrv « waf^l on a
«till Jtuip evening. jn*t «* the«un «as
letting. 1 v. .follv wantlt ring hoHH*
£rom the Uiteh, empty-handed,
thinking «Irt : ni)ly of thu tn-.nsti/u!
m «ml *kty She a m trudging nhi-.id
of me, lending one fat baby. pushing
another fiefore her ill a wicker
wagon, and looking *o lntie. *orare
burden *!, ami oil, fo tired' Not n hit
impatient or crow, nwrthelm. She
lifte-i the heavy earriage oyer the gut-
tm with rnotliefljf temb-riU:*#,
brushed ti >• *aixl fr'Oii the fjit baby'
frock when he met w:ih a tumble,
tóhirjmig a Mother Goose ditty mean-
while to heal hi* wound«1 feeling .
Bv the time the little procession
reached the bend in the river road,
where the full glory of the dying sun
flatbed into sifrbt. I hn<l overtaken it,
owing to divers delay can net 1 hv one
of tlm modern Cinder-Ha's
Tntl together «< gaxed nt the radiant
sky.
When the la*t area' of erimnon
faded behind the hill , the «mill maul
g«r« a quick, little *igh.
"Oh! wasn't it beaut i ful?" «he «aid,
looking at me to s<>c if 1 had duly ap-
preciated the spectacle.
And w hat nn hone*t pair of eye*
looked out from under the rugged hat-
brim! And what n sweet little faco
my new neighbor' maid possessed!
After that meeting Cordelia viewed
me in tho light of nn obi acquaint-
ance, while I, on my part, grew more
and moro interested in this quaint
mito, with her native lo\o for tho
beautiful, her patient gen tiene , and.
over nil, iter old, old way*, compared
with her young child face.
Wore I Kitting alone on the «and,
before long a wicker carriage would
be rolled Qoiseieaaly within a few feet
of me, followed by Cordelia and baby
number two, who would cflt them-
•olves at a respectful diitanco ami
wait for mo to et tho ball of conversa-
tion iu motion.
Sbo never addressed me fir , and
•he nover replied to u question «itli-
out ilr t folding her arm# ii droll
imitation of a French maid, n hob-
Wag a courtesy the like of which
would have driven a danciiig-ma«tcr
ed a week, i think, before J made a
•ad di eovery. The poor baby in the
carriage wai blind; in all its wee,year-
old life it had never «eon the beauti-
ful world.
"No.m'm, it waan'tanaeeident It
wat just the good Lord's will to «end
him into the world so," Cordelia had
anawerod me, shielding the pathetic
little faoe tenderly from the sunlight.
"Yes, it does soem dreadful to you, I
s'pose, because you've just heard it,
but 1 can't help believing, m'm, that
perhaps he is given prettier things to
look at than we can see, for he's hap-
Ey as a bird all day long, and bo's
lughiug now, do you seo?"
"I ahould think his mother would
hardly trust him away from her for a
moment," I said, thoughtlessly.
But tho nurse's eyca grew large and
| round w ith reproach.
"Why, m'm, she don't, except with
me. She knows I'd die rather than
let him bo hurt. Mrs. Duer i just
young yet, you know, and she can't
be worried with babies all the time,"
this apologetically.
"Why, how old are you yourself,
child?" I could not uelp asking, for
her tone wa* so comically liko a
grandmother's.
"Ob, me? I'll be 14 r.cxt spring.
But I was born an orphan, you *eo,
and that always makes a person older
than their ago," was her sago explana-
tion.
Those afternoons on the bench
were Cordelia's play hours, 1 fancy.
All the morning I could see Iter from
my window, scrubbing, ¿weeping,
running errands; never for a moment
were thow small, slipshod feet at reat.
And no matter how hard the work,
or h< u frequent the demanda on her
(service#, I could hear the chirping lit-
tle voice cheerfully singing over her
toil, like * me brave, wee sparrow,de-
termine'! to l>e musical f-pite of diffi-
culties.
The more I saw of her, the more Í
thought of her; the more 1 thought
of her, the more I felt that here was
a character which needed a broader
liebl in winch to expand its fair pro-
portions.
How it «as that the little serf of
the litser household twined herself so
tightly around m; heart I cannot ex-
plain, b it before long I found myself
detummin^ ty adopt Cordelia. I,
wk* old and lonely, and f wanted ju t
such a sunny presence to sítame mc j
out of my selfish, invalid ways, and
then it was in my power to help the
struggling little soul to the beautiful
thine- of life, after which it already
unconsciously sought.
Sioiiirnglv there was nothing to
prevent. Mrs. Duer expressed her
nitiofurtion at Cordelia's ¿rood for-
tune. I had no one to consult regard-
ing my intentions but myself,and the
way looked perfectly clear.
Surb an idea r.s the child being un-
willing to e me tn m<> lo-ver entered
my bead But 1 found out there was
m<yc to yortlelin'^ character than 1
had vet discovered.
The next time we met, I proposed
the plan t<> her. seeing with delight
the grave face light up with jov she
could hardly exprés .
"To live with you. m'm! Oh, it
would be liko heaven!" she said,
softly.
And then came a cloud.
"But what will become of my
baby? Of course I couldn't take him,
too."
"You know his mother wouldn't
part with him," I said, reproachfully,
honoring the little maid all tho moro
for thinking of her helpless charge.
"No, of course not. I was talking
foolishly when 1 asked it. Oh, Miss
l.ilbe, don't think me ungrateful!
Thank you a thousand, thousand
time for wishing to ^ivc mo such
happiness but 1 couldn't leave my
child," she said, firmly, the tears
standing in her honest eyes, though
tho pretty month wore a brave smile.
"I've been with him ever sinco ho was
horn, and he'd grieve himself to death
after me if I left him. It isn't as if
be could see like tho rest. Ob, I
couldn't desert him w hen he loves mo
so.
i"
And sbo remained Arm in spitu oí
all pei'biKtsioiiH,
1 thought her a heroine then, to
sacrifice her ow n decires so cheerfully,
' and 1 am ashamed to sav I wronged
her hy hoping, before tho summer
passed, sho would «bango her miud.
I nover dreamed of tho couragc and
or I would have
known such hopes would never be
fulfilled.
It was late in August when the aw-
ful aeoident happened—on a warm,
sultry night, when sleep was impos-
sible even with open windows.
I lying awake, was the first of our
household to hear the dread cry of
"Firet" the cry which means a gener-
al rallying in these little, wooden, sea-
side villages, where fire engines are
things unknown.
To my horror, I found it was the
Duer cottage, and, hurriedly dress-
ing, I joined with the hastening
crowd, illness and age alike forgot-
ten in the terror of the disaster.
Tho house, a mere tinder-box of
fancy carvings and balconies, was al-
ready beyond tho control of such
scanty means as wcro being utilized,
and a dreadful ory was being raised:
"Two children are yet on the upper
floor and the stairs are gone!"
With a sinking heart, I gazed
around. Mrs. Duer, safo among her
scattered household goods, sat wildly
sobbing, the older child in her lap.
But Cordelia and her charge were ab-
sent.
Kven as I looked, a little, white fig-
ure fluttered to the attic window, with
a pallid face lit up by tho flames.
"Jump! jump!" shouted tho
throng, extending strong, willing
arms.
But she did not stir.
"Is the baby safe?" sho tailed.
No one answered her question; but,
pushing through the crowd, I raised
my voice imploringly:
"Jump, dear child! You will not
bo hurt."
But the clear question came again:
"Is the baby there?"
Then T think our silence told her,
for, turning, she vanished from our
sight.
The men redoubled thoir efforts.
One bravo fellow found a ladder,
which ho placed against the cracking
walls, and, unmindful of showering
sparks and smoke, struggle*, to the
window.
A wild shout went up, for, as He
reached it, the little figure came
again, this time with the baby in her
arms, which she gavo to tho brave
climber.
When the child was safe in his
forms. sTie left her post—none too
soon; for, as tho rescuer, with his
double burden, commenced his dow n-
ward journey, a cloud of sparks as-
cend ed, and only flamo and smoke
tilled the space w here, a moment be-
fore, my brave little maid had stood.
The ladder swayed and tottered, but
the three reached the ground in
safety.
And, then, what a shout went up!
It seemed as if the crowd went mad
with joy. I am an old woman, a
feeble one at that; but I know I add-
ed my mite fo the glad riot.
Men waved their hats and women
sobbed with thankfulness. As for
Cordelia, they would have carried her
about town in a triumphal proces-
sion, I think, if she had not fainted
dead itwuy in my arms, and so brought
them to {heir «enscs.
The next day I went to see my
heroine, at the hotel where the fam-
ily had sought shelter, and found her
in bed, resting after the shock ami
looking smaller than over.
At her feci sat the fat baby, gazing
at her in round-eyed wonder; and
nestled by her side lay his little
brother, doubly Cordelia's baby now.
' *> a>
"Uh, Mi-; Lillie!" she cried, when
I entered, holding out both hands in
joyful welcome. "What do you
think? Mr. and Mrs. Duer say lam
to lie thoir very own little girl now,
and the boys are to be my brothers.
I can't love them better than I did
before, of course; but I'll have a fa-
ther and mother now, and never be an
orphan any more!"
Dear littlo heart! how her face
shone, and her eyes w ere liko stars as
she tool me.
Scattered around tho room were
baskets of fruits ami flowers, and on a
stand, by the bed, stood a case hold-
ing a tiny silver watch.
"Some «>f tho kind people sent me
that," she said, flushing pinklv.nsshe
saw me stoop to aeo it. "I think they
are very good t:i mo."
"But you deserve to have them
kind, Cordelia," I said. "You did a
brave thing, my dear; and there is
nothing the world respects more than
t bravery in a good cause."
ed, with a „
wonder if thay thought I would de-
sert m v baby the first time he reaUy
needed'me?"
Three years havo passed since then,
and Cordelia is fast growing into
womanhood. A brave, true woman
she will be, I know—rich in every
good quality, for adopted parents, lit-
tle foster-brothers, friends and com-
panions, all have a note of love U.
their voiees when they speak of my
girl.
As for me, if you'll promise never
to tell, I'll confide a secret in you.
When Cordelia is 81, she will be an
heiress as well ae a heroine, for I am
sure my little fortune will do as much
good as money can do, if those small
hands, still marked with work for
others, have the distributing of it.—
Golden Days.
Sheep are u ed as besets of burden
in India and Pcrei
THE VIR8T PHONOGRAPH.
Was Hade for Bdlsoa by Joba Krvesi,
Ob* oí lis Assistaats.
The man who made the first phono-
graph was buried at Schenectady on
February 25. He was one of the lit-
tlo band of men who worked with
Thomas A. Edison at Menlo Park and
through whore skill ari faithful as-
sistance were developed the many in-
vention* which gave to Edison the
name of "¿he Wizard." It was in
those days that Edison used to become
absorbed in the development of an
idea, work at it without rest or Heep
for two or three days and nights and
keep all those about him busy at the
same time. He would call an organ
grinder from tho streets to keep his
men Awake or would resort to some
other such device, and when the
strain was finally over charter a boat
and take all hands down the hay on
a fishing excursion. Among the most
tireless of the men about "the Wiz-
ard" about that time was John lvruesi,
the man who made the first phono-
graph. The idea had come to Mr. Ed-
ison as an inspiration a few days be-
fore while he was experimenting with
a telephone disk. The disk was not
inclosed, and there was a sharp-point-
ed pin on the back of it. As Mr. Edi-
son spoke against the face of the disk
it# vibrations drove the pin into hie
finger.
"If tho disk hts power enough to
prick my finger," thought the Wiz-
ard, "it has power enough to make a
record which can be reproduced."
A few days later he called lvruesi
to him, and. putting into his hands a
rough sketch of the phonograph, ex-
plained what the thing was to do and
told him to make it. It wa* a roll ma-
chine, the roll covered with tinfoil
to take the record.
Kruea made the machine and
brought it to Mr. Edison. Edison set
it going and spoke into it:
Mary had h lltt!« lamb.
Its llecce wa white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb watt sure to go.
Then he smarted it to repeat his
words, expecting at the best but a
hoarse murmur in answer, lie was al-
most awed when he heard his words
actually repeated in clear tones by the
Httle machine. That machine u now j
in the patent museum at South Ken-'
sing ton.
Mr. Kruv«i remained with Edison
and became one of hit partners iu tho
development of the electric light, and
in 1886, when the Edison machine
works were removed lo Schenectady,
he went there as assistant general
manager under Mr. Samuel Insall. In
1892, when the General Electric com-
pany was formed and the whole plant
of the great combination was consoli-
dated, Mr. Kruflfi became general
manager of the works. It was under
his supervision that tho Schenectady
works, tho largest and most complete
of their kind in the world, were do-
signed and built. At the time of his
death Mr. Kruesi was tho chief me-
chanical engineer of the General Elec-
tric company. Of the original Edison
band of workers only three were ab-
sent from the funeral. These wero
T. Martin, editor of the ELeetrieal
Rngineet; Luther Stieringer and E.
11. Johnson, all of whom were un-
avoidably detained elsewhere.
Mr. K rue si was a native of Switzer-
land and wae born in 1813. Ho came
to thin country in 1S70 and went to
work for the Singer Sewing Machine
company at Elisabeth port. In June,
1872. wliile Edison was making gold
and stock exchange telegraph instru-
ments in a Newark «hop, K rues i
joined him and was onu of tha first
of his workmen to he transferred from
commercial to experimental work
when Edison got money enough to
open a shop for the development of
his ideas in 1875. That shop was in
Urcene street, Newark,
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REPRESENTATIVES.
Congressman, 9t It Dint.. A. 8.1
State Senator, 10th Diat. .Heber f
Rftpreaent'i ve 48th IM«t.. 8. H.Goo
Representative 49th Diet—J. H.
DISTRUST OFFICERS.
District Judge Ed R. Sinks
District Attorney....J. P. Buchannan
District Clerk O. W. Grant
COUNTY OFFICERS.
County Judge E. G. Banks
County Clerk John McCowen
County Attorney R. J. Alexander
Sheriff C. W. Curry
Treasurer Ben B. Hunt
Ts* Collector W. jf, Harris
Ta* Assessor W. A. Duckworth
Surveyor J. F. Hervey
COUNTY COMMISSIONERS.
Precinct No. 1 T. J. Newcomb
Precinct No. 2 Surry Smith
Precinct No. 3 G. T. Jackson
Precinct No. 4 A. H. Adams
PRECINCT OFFICERS.
Phbcinct No. 1.
Justice of the Peace J. R. Smith
Constable E. R. Webb
I'RROINCT No. 3.
Justice of the Peace.... J. G. Ragsdale
Constable J. B. Blake
Prkcimct No. a.
Justice of the Peace G. T. Jackson
Constable C. L.Wood
PaeciNCT No. 4.
Justice of the Peace Tho*. Keese
Constable J, I. Isbell
I'ltneiNer No. ft.
Justice of the Peace R. Puckett
Constable A. Cherry
I'rscikct No. u.
Justice of the Peace L. C. Bullock
Constable John Mikcsku
l'nsciw t No. 7.
Justice of the Peace D. G. Bowers
Constable E. O. Skelly
CITY OFFICERS.
Mayor John Alexander
Marshall M. D. Rogers
Aldermen-—J. A. Grav. A. F. Grabow,
J. H. Alexander, J. M. Philp, J. W.
McArtor.
COURT SITTINGS.
District Court—Meets the tenth Mon-
days after the lirat Mondays in March
aiul September (May IS a'nd Nov. 13,
1899).
County Court—Meets in regular ses-
sion on the lirst Mondays in Janu-
ary. March. May, July, September
and November.
Commissioners' Court—Meets in regu-
lar session on the second Mondays
in February. May, August and No-
vember.
WANTED—SEVERAL RKIUilT an I1UN-
itNt in-r-tims to fi |jr<*M>iil u* ti> Mtimigürs
In tills mid cIom' by counties. Suliir.v #Ww u
your unci cxiu-iim-s. ftrulnlii. boiiti-Hile. no
more, no !«•*•> xulury. Position permanent.
Our rcfrri'iiro. uy bunk In noy town. It Is
Bk«lnly office work eonrhicUHl nt home. Kef-
eroix'i*. Enclose sHf-iitlilrcssi'il stunipi'd on-
velnpe. The Dominios company. Dept :i.
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Furniture Co.
$
j We have now on hand the
$ largest stock in our line
| ever brought to Caldwell,
$ consisting of ail sorts of
^ Furniture, Carpets, Mat-
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$ Musical Instruments, Pic-
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UNDERTAKING
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