PIRCY H. VAN DYKE, Publisher end Ed I ter.
NEWPORT. - * ARKANSAS.
THE YOUTH THAT IS GONE.
Sing me a song of a lad that Is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Chockful of bounce he fared forth on a day,
Not the least little-bit shy.
Startling his- raiment In pattern and hue
As the land’s- laws would allow;
Self-satisfaction most blissful he knew.
Where Is that feeling now?
Sing me a song of a lad. that Is gone.
Say could that ass be I?
It seems pretty hard to believe, but upon
My word, there’s no use to deny.
Give me again that full knowledge of all.
Give me the s-peech so slack,
Give me those clothes and the shoes too
small
And I’ll cheerfully hand them back.
Bing me a song of a lad that Is gone,
Say, could that lad be 1?
Modest nnd sensible man that I am,
It’s an awful temptation to lie.
Swagger nnd brag, riot and. jag—
His faults I could never condone.
And considering all that e was I’ve no call
To be sorry, I’m glad that he’s gone.
—Chicago I>aily News.
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INCRIMINATING
EVIDENCE <£ *
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IN the Blue mountains of the island
of Jamaica, which is said to be the
tion to these circumstances. He was
seated at his table in the largest of
the two rooms he occupied in the ltue
de la Reine Hortcnse, with the char
coal stove near by and writing rap
idly on large sheets of paper, each
of which was ornamented with an
elaborate heading in sanguinary
crimson, an integral part of which
was a choice collection of lethal
weapons, surmounted by a Phrygian
cap.
M. Beauville was aged 60. He was
short and stout, and his face was red
and his hair white. He was a patriot
of the txtremest order. He belonged
to ten clubs, and was suspected of
having been a leading spirit in twice
as many suppressed newspapers. He
was of opinion tliat all regular gov
ernment-empires, kingships and re*
publics alike—were outrages on an
enlightened age, and he was very
much persuaded that if mundane af
fairs were organized by himself and
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"HAVE I THE HONOR?" ASKED THE
PRIEST.
certain other choice spirits, an era
of brightest felicity—symbolized by
barricades and bombs—would forth
with l>« instituted.
M. Deauville was neither loved nox*
appreciated in the manner he wished
by the authorities. Administration
officials, especially when they are
French, have an incomprehensible,
yet ineradicable antipathy to all
children of freedom. The minister
of police and his hirelings were par
ticularly hostile to M. Deauville, be
cause, while they were in no moral
doubt touching the nature of his pro
ceedings, they had never been able
to obtain a scrap of really incrim
inating evidence to use against him.
That, while they had frequently ar
rested him, they had never been al
lowed to enjoy his society for any
thing near as long a period as they
desired.
M. Deauville chuckled softly to
himself as he wrote, lie. knew that
his enemies would be overjoyed to
obtain possession of the many folios
of manuscript which lay before him.
They contained the annual report of
M. Deauville’s pet club, and there was
enough matter in them, provided it
w’ere read by the proper, or, rath
er, the improper, eyes, to cast a
black shadow of disaster over the
careers of many patriots, including
the career of M. Deauville himself.
M. Deauville was not afraid. Im
munity from danger had made him
careless. He had not received a domi
eilury visit for three months, and had
strong hopes that he would not re
ceive such an honor for an equally
long time. Also, he fancied that his
door was securely fastened, and that
he was, in more than one respect,
prepared for contingencies; and, in
line, he did not expect that anything
unpleasant was going to happen.
M. Beauville had not always been a
patriot. He had once been a family
man, but his wife had died and his only
son had proved himself unworthy. He
had actually had the face to consider
that even an emperor might not be so
bad if only you knew all about him,
and lie had married the daughter of an
administrative clerk. That had settled
it. M. Beauville had disowned Camille,
albeit Ihe action had cost him sharp
pangs. He had loved him before his
conduct had forbidden the further l>e
stowal of affection.
That had been seven years ago. The
father and son had not met since. Dur
ing the period of separation the son
had not prospered. His father-in-law
had died ruined, and his own enter
prises had all come to grief. He had
been too proud to appeal for aid to his
father, who had not seen fit to give it
without being asked. Then he had
died, too, and his father bad refused t<r
see his widow and child, and had dis
appeared—gone no one seemed to
know where.
M. Beauville, however, thought of
the subject to-night, as he wrote, de
spite himself. Decidedly he might
have been less harsh to Camille. Even
patriots ought not to carry things too
far. Politics ought not to be allowed
to beset domestic joy. Camille had
not been blameless—far from it. but
the course taken against him bad been
too rough. It almost would—yes, it
certainly would—be very well if he. M.
Beauville, could meet with the widow
and the baby and do what he could for
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rapid flight, and something conspic
uously moist fell upon his paper. The
Child of Freedom had human weak
ness. He hastily.dashed an inkstained
handkerchief ovev liis eyes, muttered
a remark uncomplimentary to himself
under his breath, and prepared to re
sume his task.
But he hesitated. What was that
sound outside the door? M. Beauville
sprang to his feet and glanced toward
the stove. The sound again, much
plainer. Was it—could it be—a child’s
laughter? M. Beauville carefully push
ed back a panel in the wall and depos
ited the precious manuscript in the
cavity it covered. Then he opened
the door of his room warily, in fear of
a trap—the creatures of tyrants are
sometimes very artful, and up to
tricks.
Outside story! a priest from St. Sul
pice, with a little boy in his arms. The
one had a thin, fine gentle face, and
wore a robe of rusty black, and the
other was fat, red-cheeked, smiling,
and had a bright, warm coat.
“Have I the honor,” asked the priest,
“of addressing M. Beauville?”
“You have,” answered the Aspirer,
curtly.
“Then, monsieur, I ask pardon for
1he lateness of my visit. T have had
difficulty in finding your abode, and I
deliver my charge into your hands.
Your grandson.”
“The mother?” interrupted M. Beau
ville. startled.
“Madame died yesterday at Montma
tre. She intended to send for you at
the end, but there was not time. She
was proud, too proud and poor. Had
she approached you before it would
have been, she thought, to beg; and
you had said you hated her. So she
worked hard, but she was not strong,
and—well, her tears are dried, and
she is at rest now. But her son? Ah,
she loved him, and before she
died she prayed me to carry him to
you.”
“Do you know me?” asked M. Beau
ville of the boy, who answered by hold
ing out his hands fearlessly and laugh
ing. “No, you cannot. How should
you? What’s his name?”
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“Surely monsieur knows?”
“Yes, I remember, it is Georges. Give
him to me.”
M. Beauville gently took the boy. lie
called out to Ihe departing priest that
he would see him again. Then he re
entered his room and1 fastened the
door. He seated himself in his chair
and held eGorges on his knees. The
boy was not at all afraid, but chatter
ed in a shrill voice and in broken sen
tences, which somehow failed to sound
complete. M. Beauville listened fora
time in silence. The baby talk moved
the heart of the patriot. Eventually
he began in interrogate. He asked
about his dead son. his wife. life, deeds,
hopes, death. He learned' little, be
cause the knowledge of Georges was
limited. He sighed at last and. placing
the boy upon the floor near the Are,
at the front of the table, gave him an
illustrated volume to amuse himself
with.
The report had to be finished before
daybreak. It was brought forth and
\1. Beauville set to work at it afresh.
His heart was filled with a strange
mingling of joy and sorrow, lie was
to he allowed to do something for the
child, but for the parents he could do
nothing.
At length he became absorbed in the
report, and worked steadily until he
had finished, and then read over and
corrected what he had written. As he
finished each he dropped it abstracted
ly to the floor, where his temporarily
forgotten grandson was seated, play
ing quietly by the stove. Folio after
folio was treated thus, the boy still
making no sound. The last folio con
tained only a line or so, but M. Beau
villc held it longer than he had done
the others before he turned to send
it after these.
As it fluttered downward the door
was burst open without ceremony and
the room was filled with gendarmes.
M. Beanville rose with a loud cry and
instantly fell back into his chair. For
a second he thought himself lost. A
sharp exclamation aroused him and he
raised a white face to see what had
happened.
As each folio of the report had been
tossed from the table to the floor little
Georges had seized and transferred
them to the stove. Absorption in his
work and temporary forgetfulness of
his grandson’s presence had prevented
M. Beanville from being suspicious
or detecting the odor of burning
paper.
The incriminating evidence was a
mass of ashes.—St. Louis Republic.
COINS MONEY FOR OTHERS.
Our Government Malte* the Currency
for Ilotb Centra.! anil South
America.
Whether or not President Castro, of
Venezuela, is compelled to seek
safety in flight from that country, the
coinage of silver money for the exist
ing government will in no way he af
fected at the United States mint in
Philadelphia. It has been reported
that n large shipment of this character
has been ordered returned because
of the strife for power, but Assistant
Coiner Robert Clark states that there
was no truth in it, says a Philadelphia
report. “In fact,” he said, “we have
nr> direct dcrRinc with these covern
ments. Some time ago a firm of New
York bankers and brokers, acting for
Venezuela, ordered 300,000 five-bolivar
pieces and 250.000 two-bolivar pieces.
“The first mentioned amount is
equal to $300,000 in our money and the
second to $02,777.80 in United States
subsidiary coins. The five-bolivar
piece is equal in weight and value to
two of our half dollars, and the two
bolivar piece is about the size of our
half dollar. Yesterday Cashier Mur
phy shipped 150,000 of the fives and
125.000 of the twos to the parties in
New York through whom the order
came. They, in turn, will send them
to Venezuela to-morrow. We have in
addition another order for 72.000 fives
and 00.000 twos. We were paid for the
work before the coins left here, as is
always the ease. They send in the sil
ver. and as soon as the check in pay
ment for the coinage is received we go
ahead and make the delivery as quick
ly as possible. There is no instance of
money made here for other countries
being returned on the ground that it
was faulty.
“There has not been a great deal of
this work for outsiders lately. A short
time ago. however, we got an order
for 500.000 50-centavos for the govern
ment of Colombia. These pieces are
equal to our half dollar. We finished
the first portion of the Venezuela
money in a few days, and will try to fill
the other contract before the end of
the present month. At-present we are
engaged upon 1,500,000 of our own
standard dollars, and are running
right along on the subsidiary coins,
five-eent pieces, tens and twenty-fives.
There is no limit, to the turning out of
pennies. About ten presses are work
ing. Five are on nickels. We are get
ting ready for the fall trade, which is
always busy.”
HOME IS ON THE SEA.
Ancient Mariner Who Han Croaitd
the Atlantic Ocenn Over One
Hundred Timeti.
The distinction of being the cham
pion ocean traveler belongs to Capt.
Peters, who commands a vessel of
the Dutch-American Oil company.
On his latest arrival on this side the
other day Capt. Peters completed his
one hundred and first round trip
from New York to Rotterdam, Hol
land. He has never been wrecked or
injured by stranding or collision, and
of the several crews he has com
manded in the Chester, the Charlois
and the Rotterdam, the vessels he
has successfully steered abroad since
1887 in the interest of the Standard
Oil company, he has never lost a man
or had one laid up with serious ill
ness, says a New York exchange.
The seafaring man scarcely less
than the landlubber himself fights
shy of the “oil tanker.” The pros
pect of a voyage in one has too much
of Seylla and Charybdis in it—of
death by fire or water. Yet Capt.
Peters, seated comfortably in his
cabin aboard the Rotterdam, while
the liquid cargo of nearly 2,000,000
gallons of refined petroleum was
squirting into 16 compartments be
low us, said placidly:
“There is no danger whatever.
You can see for yourself. I am a
pioneer captain in this trade; have
seen the oil shipped by sailing ves
sel and by the tanker. I have made
four voyages by the Chester, 93 by
the Charlois and four by the steamer
Rotterdam. By the Chester and
Chariots 1 took over an average of
it bout 1,200,000 gallons each trip, nine
to the year; by the Rotterdam about
1,800,000 gallons, 11 to the year.
Multiply all that by 100 and you can
see the millions of dollars’ worth of
ail 1 have taken to Holland—with*
out losing a life or a ccut.*'
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i
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DR. H. O. WALKER,
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Office: Redman’s Drug Store.
Newport, - Arkansas.
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