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THE ATLANTA NEWS
M i
LOVELACE BROS..
Publishers
ATLANTA, - - -
- TEXAS
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Sheep Succeeding Cattle in the West,
The cattle barons of the west, who
once held undisputed sway over the
great public domain, have been dis-
placed, in the last few years, by new
lords of wealth and power—the sheep
men. Travel over the Pecos country
• in New Mexico, where John Chisum
ruled like a lord of old, and where his
baronial retainers fought desperate
battles with the retainers of rival cat-
tle barons, and what will you find but
sheep, and more slieep? To be sure
there are plenty Of cattle left in the
country, but they are split up in tiny
herds among'the small ranchers, while
most of the unfenced range is grazed
over by great flocks of sheep, of all
grades and values, in charge of Mexi-
can herders in all states of somno-
lency. In Montana, Wyoming and Col-
orado, wtiere the dust of the cattle
trails once clouded the blue skies, the
old highways of the steer are grass-
covered, and—the mockery of it! —
are fed over by dusty-backed herds
whose eternal "ba-a-a" brings a curl
of contempt to the lips of the cow-
man. Where the cowboys once faced
the storms of the prairie, in their yel-
low slickers, the sheep herder now
crawls into his canvas-covered sheep
wagon, writes Arthur Chapman in the
American Review of Reviews, where
he lives in comfort through the hard-
est "norther," and in summer, even co
the grassy slopes of the Rocky Moun-
tains, above timber line, one will como
upon sheep camps.
V
ISSm
The Automatic Flayer a Boon.
Until automatic piano-players came
upon the market, the lover of music
could not readily get into tonal form
that which the composer has commit-
ted to paper. Many years of study
were necessary to the acquisition of
technical ability to "render a two-hand
or four-hand arrangement of an over-
ture or symphony. Still longer tech-
nical preparation was necessary to the
performance of great compositions for
a solo instrument. Obviously, such
playing ability could be acquired only
by those with rare opportunities and
special gifts. Furthermore, opportuni-
ties to hear performances of great
compositions were very few, writes
Leo R. Lewis in Atlantic. The zealous
concert-goer, living at a metropolitan
center, would hear in a decade per-
haps ten performances of Beethoven's
Third and "Fifth Symphonies, four per-
formances of any one of Mozart's last
three symphonies, and perhaps Schu-
bert's Unfinished and Schumann's
First and Second- The foregoing esti-
mate is too large rather than too
small. During that decade ten per-
formances of any single fugue of Bach
would certainly not have been heard
in public. The concert-goer might per-
haps have opportunities to hear these
and other symphonies In four-hand
arrangement; but this could happen
only if accomplished performers were
in the circle of his friends.
Not long ago a Columbia professor
performed Foucault'g experiment, to
show that the earth does move; and
some malefactors of the press tried to
make it appear that this was the first
time the experiment had been per-
formed since old Jean Bernard Leon
Foucault himself first tried it in 1851.
Such an assumption was bound to be
challenged, as It has been by the Uni-
versity of Wisconsin, where one of
the professors has been performing
the experiment every year for a dec-
ade. As a matter of fact, dozens of
other teachers have led their physics
classes up to it annually. One swung
a clock-weight at the end of a string
in the 19-story "well" of the Masonic
Temple in Chicago some ten years
ago and, on drawing up the weight
afterward, accidentally dropped it, and
nearly collapsed as be watched it tra-
verse those 19 stories and splinter a
floor-stone amidst a throng of passers-
by. The happiness to be derived from
science, when untramraeled by scion-
tia, is like the pride of the city which
had had its new water supply (its H2
O) analyzed. "The water is very
fine," the citizens said. "It's been
analyzed and it's half hydrogen!"
IN THE LIMELIGHT
TO BRING FLEET HOME
Rear Admiral Charles S. Sperry, who will
succeed Admiral Robley D. Evans as commander
of the United States fleet now in the Pacific ocean,
and who is to bring the "big sixteen" back to
the Atlantic coast by circling the globe, has had
long and distinguished service in the navy. He is
a native of New York, but is accredited to Con-
necticut in his appointment to the naval academy.
He became a rear admiral in May, 1906.
During the war with Spain Admiral Sperry
was equipment officer in the New York navy
yard. Afterward he was given command of the
Yorktown in Philippine waters, and directed the
movements of the landing party on the eastern
shore of Luzon, which is now regarded as one of
the most thrilling adventures of the campaign
against Aguinaldo.
The landing party of the Yorktown was captured by Aguinaldo's men.
Some of them were wounded, and all were taken prisoners. Then began the
famous chase of the insurgents and their prisoners throughout the length of
the island, resulting in the release of the men at Apanyi, on the northern
extremity of Luzon. The officers and soldiers who went to the rescue of the
Yorktown men were popularly known as the "hare and hound" expedition,
and untold hardships were endured.
As one of the officers under Admiral Walker Sperry helped to make suc-
cessful the picturesque voyage of the "white squadron" which visited Europe
and South America in 1891-93. From the commander of the New Orleans on
the China station, Admiral Sperry became president of the war college.
His next detail was to the last Hague peace conference, where he went
as one of the American delegates. Returning from The Hague, he was given
sea duty, and assigned to command the fourth division of the Atlantic fleet,
in which capacity he has made the trip around the horn with Admiral Evans.
Admiral Sperry is 60 ye'ars old and has been in the navy since his gradu-
ation from Annapolis in 1866. He is a native of Brooklyn, N: Y. His appoint-
ment as ensign was in 1868 and he became a captain in 1900. Since November
16, 19Q3, he has been president of the United States Naval War College at
Newport, R. I, as well as a member of the general board of the naVy.
EX-SENATOR UNDER CLOUD
And now there is the report that an-
other American heiress is going to try
matrimony with the earl of Yar-
mouth. The optimism of the age is
against placing any person of condi-
tion In the hopeless class, but if tl^s
Is true we will have to believe that it
is impossible for some American heir-
esses to learn even the most evident
lessons.
Boston physician says singing ex-
i germs from the throat, and he ad-
i everybody to attempt it whether
he can turn a tune or not. Just what
the Boston physician has
mankind is not disclosed. But
a mean man all the same.
sgrr. , igs
the only way to " stop the
of horses Is to bring on
truck, "then the driver could
carburetor over the head
to his heart's content and
bystander would protest.
Marion Butler, former United States senator
from North Carolina, who is accused by Con-
gressman Lilley of being hired by the Electric
Boat Company to influence legislation, has had a
somewhat checkered career. He was studying
law at the University of North Carolina when
his father died and he had to return home to
run the farm and attend to the bringing up of his
younger brothers and sisters. For three years
he also taught in a neighboring academy. Then
he became a politician and a newspaperman by
joining the Farmers' Alliance and starting two
papers, the Clinton Caucasian and the Raleigh
Caucasian. This proved a stepping stone to
the state senate which he reached in 1890. The
following year he became president of the Farm-
ers' Alliance and in 1894 was elected president
of the national organization.
Butler had the strongest kind of an antipathy for Grover Cleveland, and
when the latter was nominated in 1S92 he left the Democratic party. He did
not retire from politics, however, for he immediately set to work to organize
the Populist party, and some of the literature he sent out in connection with
that movement was of a "screaming" description.
In 1896 he was elected to the United States senate for the long term,
and sat until 1901, during which time he was also chairman of the national
executive committee of the People's party. During this time also he reentered
the law school and commenced the practice of law within a year. He has law
offices in Washington as well as in Raleigh, and it is because he accepted
the business of the Electric Boat Company when it came his way that he
comes under the suspicion of Congressman Lilley.
The former senator has a way of saying exactly what he means, and
there is no mincing of words with him, as was shown during the race troubles
in North Carolina.
A VETERAN REGENT
, Prince Luitpold, regent of Bavaria, celebrated
the eighty-seventh anniversary of his birth a few
days ago amid a brilliant gathering of the Bavar-
ian nobility. Telegraphic congratulations came
from Emperor William and the heads of the
reigning houses of the empire, and from abroad.
Later there was an immense military serenade
before the palace, in which the entire garrison of
Munich took part. The prince replied by appear-
ing at one of the palace windows and bowing.
The effects of his many years are almost
unnoticeable. The venerable regent looks much
younger that he is. He is in splendid physical
condition. His limbs have retained their elas-
ticity, his muscles are still hard, and nearly every
day he defies wind and weather and undergoes
the hardships of the chase, wearing always the
old fashioned greenish-gray shooting costume peculiar to Bavaria.
He goes about in thick hob-nailed shoes drawn over his bare feet, the
woolen stockings of his costume merely covering the calves of his legs. His
knees are bare, for the trousers of this costume are short knickerbockers.
A flannel shirt, a rough home-spun jacket and a soft Alpine hat, adorned with
the beard of a mountain goat, complete his outfit. He passes many a night in
his sparsely furnished and primitive shooting lodges so as to be ready for
the early morning excursions after game. The regent only stops hunting
when the snow in the mountians is too deep to permit travel.
The regent only dresses in uniform when compelled to do so by court
etiquette. The Bavarian people seem to have forgotten King Otto, the mad
ruler of their country, who has been interned in a suburb of Munich since
1S86. The Bavarian parliament would have made Luitpold king in succession
to Otto had he not refused to accept the post.
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LORD WHO TALKED TOO MUCH
Lord Tweedmouth, first lord of the admiralty,
who has stirred up,a great muss because he
bragged about a personal letter received from
Emperor William, has been In English politics
long enough to keep his mouth shut. If he were
a plain American he would be known as Edward
Majoribanks. His wife is a sister of the duke of
Marlborough. He Is an Oxford man and a law-
yer, and first entered parliament in 1886. In
1882-5 he was home secretary. When made first
lord of the admiralty in 1906 he did a very pleas-
ing thing from an American standpoint. Up to
that time it had been the rule that in all con-
tracts given out by the admiralty the contractors
should engage themselves to use nothing but
British manufactures and materials. Tweed-
mouth decided the admiralty should be free to
buy in the most profitable markets. This gave American firms a chance to
compete against English concerns.
Lord Tweedmouth has been singularly unfortunate in private Investments.
Not a great while ago he transferred the Meux brewery, of which he had a
large bunch of stock, into a joint fctock company ,and when the scrip was put
onto the market Its fortunes began to decline, and with It went considerable
of Tweedmouth's money, for he fought hard bolstering It up. Other invest-
ments also panned out poorly.
Tweedmouth descended from Thomas Marjoribanks, who became lord
provost of Edinburgh in 1541, and has an only son who, after emerging vic-
toriously from a breach of promise suit brought against him by Miss Birdie
Sutherland of the Gaiety theater, married Miss Muriel Brodicks, daughter of
the secretary of state for India is the Balfour cabinet.
SERIAL
STORY
THE HOUSE OF
A THOUSAND
CANDLES
By MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Author o! "THE MAIN CHANCE." ZELDA
DAMEB0N." Etc.
Copyright 1905 by Bobbn-Merriil Co.
CHAPTER I.—Continued.
I had no intention of allowing him
to see that I was irritated. I drew out
my cigarette case and passed it across
the table. ,
"After you! They're made quite
specially for me in Madrid."
"You forget that I never use tobacco
in any form."
"You always did miss a good deal of
the joy of living," I observed, throwing
my smoking match into his waste-
paper basket, to his obvious annoy-
ance. "Well, I'm the bad boy of the
story-books; but I'm really sorry my
inheritance has a string tied to it. I'm
about out of money. I suppose you
wouldn't advance me a few thousands
on my expectation—"
"Not a cent," he declared, with quite
unnecessary vigor; and I laughed
again, remembering that in my old
appraisement of him generosity had
not been represented in large figures.
"It's not in keeping with your grand-
father's wishes that I should do so.
You must have spent a good bit of
money in your tiger hunting exploits,"
he added.
"I have spent all I had," I replied
amiably. "Thank God, I'm not a clam!
I've seen the world and paid for it, and
I ask nothing of you. You undoubt-
edly share my grandfather's idea of
me, that I'm a wild man who can't
sit still or lead an orderly, decent life;
but I'm going to give you a terrible
disappointment. What's the size of
the estate?"
Pickering eyed me—uneasily, I
thought—and began playing with a
pencil. I never liked Pickering's
hands; they were thick and white and
better kept than I like to see a man's
hands.
"I fear it's going to be disappointing.
In his trust-company boxes here I
have been able to find only about ten
thousand dollars' worth of securities.
Possibly—quite possibly—we were all
deceived in the amount of his fortune.
Sister Theresa wheedled large sums
out of him, and he spent, as you will
see, a small fortune on the house at
Annandale without finishing it. It
wasn't a cheap proposition, and in its
unfinished condition It is practically
valueless. You must know that Mr.
Glenarm gave away a great deal of
money in his lifetime. Moreover, he
established your father. You know
what he left,—it was not a small for-
tune as those things are reckoned."
I was restless under this recital. My
father's estate had been of respectable
size, and I had dissipated the whole of
it My conscience pricked me as I
recalled an item of $40,000 that I had
spent—somewhere grandly—on an ex-
pedition that I led, with considerable
satisfaction to myself, at least,
through the Sudan. But Pickering's
words amazed me. x
"Let me understand you," I said,
bending toward him. "My grandfather
was supposed to be rich, and yet you
tell me you find little property. Sister
Theresa got money from him to help
build a school. How much was that?"
"Fifty thousand dollars. It was an
open account. His books show the ad-
vances, but he took no notes."
"And that claim is worth—T
"It is good as against her individu-
ally. But she contends—"
"Yes, go on!"
I had struck the right note. He was
annoyed by my persistence and his ap-
parent discomfort pleased me.
"She refuses to pay. She says Mr.
Glenarm made her a gift of the money."
"That's possible, isn't it? He was
forever making gifts to churches.
Schools and theological seminaries
were a sort of weakness with him."
"We'll pass that. If you get this
money the estate is worth $60,000, plus
the value of the land out there at
Annandale, and Glenarm House is
worth—"
"There you have me!"
It was the first lightness he had
shown, and it put me on guard.
"I should like an idea of its value.
Even an unfinished house is worth
something."
"Land out there is worth from
to f 150 an acre. There's an even hun-
dred acres. I'll be glad to have your
appraisement of the house when you
get there."
"Humph! You flatter my judgment,
Pickering. The loose stuff there is
worth how much?"
"It's all in the library. Your grand-
father's weakness was architecture—"
"So I remember!" I interposed, re-
calling my stormy interviews with
John Marshall Glenarm over my
«hoice of a profession.
"In his last years he turned more
and more to his books. He placed out
there what Is, I suppose, the finest col-
lection of books relating to architec-
ture to be found in this country. That
was his chief hobby, after church af-
fairs, as you may remember, and he
rode it hard. But he derived a great
deal of satisfaction from his studies."
I laughed again; it was easier to
laugh than to cry over the situation.
"I suppose he wanted me to sit down
there, surrounded by works on archi-
tecture w|t)i tfee idea that a study of
the subject would be my only resource.
The scheme is eminently Glenarmian!
And all I get is a worthless house, a
hundred acres of land, $10,000, and a
doubtful claim against a Protestant
nun who hoodwinked my grandfather'
into setting up a school for her. Bless
you heart, man, so far as my inheri-
tance is concerned it would have been
money in my pocket to have stayed in
Africa."
"That's about the size of it."
"But the personal property is all
mine,—anything that's loose on the
place. Perhaps my grandfather plant-
ed old plate and government bonds
just to pique the curiosity of his heirs,
successors and assigns. It would be
in keeping!"
I had walked to the window and
looked out across the city. As I turned
suddenly I found Pickering's eye bent
upon me with curious intentness. I
had never liked his eyes; they were
too steady. When a man always meets
your gaze tranquilly and readily, it is
just as well to be wary of him.
"Yes; no doubt you will find the
place literally packed with treasure,"
he said, and laughed. "When you find
anything you might wire me."
He smiled; the idea seemed to give
him pleasure.
"Are you sure there's nothing else?"
I asked. "No substitute,—no codicil?"
"If you know of anything of the kind
it's your duty to produce it. We have
exhausted the possibilities. I'll admit
that the provisions of the wijl are un-
usual; your grandfather was a pecu-
liar man in many respects; but he
was thoroughly sane and' his faculties
were all sound to'the last."
"He treated me a lot better than I
deserved," I said, with a heartache
that I had not known often in my irre-
sponsible life; but I could not afford
to show feeling before Arthur Picker-
ing.
I picked up the copy of the will and
examined it. It was undoubtedly au-
thentic; it bore the certificate of the
I was silent after this, looking out
toward the sea that had called me
since my earliest dreams of the world
that lay beyond it.
"It's a poor stake, Glenarm," re-
marked Pickering consolingly, and I
wheeled upon him.
"I suppose you think it a poor stake!
I suppose you can't see anything In
that old man's life beyond his money;
but I don't care a curse what my in-
heritance is! I never obeyed any of
my grandfather's wishes in his life-
time,- but now that he's / dead his last
wish is mandatory. I'm going out
there to spend a year if I die for it.
Do you get my idea?" '
"Humph! You always were a
stormy petrel," he sneered. "I fancy
it will be safer to keep our most agree-
able acquaintance on a strictly busi-
ness basis. If you accept the terms
of the will—"
"Of course I accept them! Do you
think I am going to make a row, re-
fuse to fulfill that old man's last wish!
I gave him enough trouble in his life
without disappointing him in his
grave. I suppose you'd like to have
me fight the will; but I'm going to dis-
appoint you."
He said nothing, but played with hi*
pencil. I had never disliked him so
heartily; he was so smug and comfort-
able. His office breathed the very
spirit of prosperity. I wished to finish
my business and get away.
"I suppose the region out there has
a high death rate. How's the ma-
laria?"
"Not alarmingly prevalent, I under-
stand. There's a summer resort over,
on one side of Lake Annandale. The
place is really supposed to be whole-
some. I don't believe your grand-
father had homicide in mind in send-
ing you there."
"No, he probably thought the rusti-
cation would make a man of me. Must
I do my own victualing? I suppose I'll
be allowed to eat."
"Bates can cook for you. He'll sup-
ip
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I Found Pickering's Eyes Bent Up5n Me With Curious Intentness.
clerk of Wabana county, Indiana. The
witnesses were Thomas Bates and
Arthur Pickering. s
"Who is Bates?" I astced, pointing to
the man's signature.
"One of your grandfather's discov.
eries. He's In charge of the house out
there, and a trustworthy fellow. He's
a fair cook, among other things. I
don't know where Mr. Glenarm got
Bates, but he had every confidence in
him. The man was with him at the
end."
A picture of my grandfather dying,
alone with a servant, while I, his only
kinsman, wandered in strange lands,
was not one that I could contemplate
with much satisfaction. My grand-
father had been an odd little figure of
a man, who always wore a long black
coat, silk hat, and carried a curious
silver-headed staff, and said puzzling
things at which everybody was afraid
either to laugh or to cry. The thought
of him touched me now. I was glad to
feel that his money had never been
a lure to me; It did not matter whether
his estate was great or small, I could,
at least, ease my conscience by obey-
ing the behest of the old man whose
name I bore, and whose interest in the
finer things of life and art had given
him an undeniable distinction.
"I should like to know something of
Mr. Glenarm's last days," I said ab-
ruptly.
"He wished to visit the village where
he was born, and Bates, his companion
and servant, went to Vermont with
him. He died quite suddenly, and was
burled beside, his father in the old vil-
lage cemetery. I saw nim last early
in the summer. I was away from
home and aid not know of his death
until It was all over. Bates came to
report it to me, and to sign the neces-
sary papers in probating the will. It
had to be done in the place of the de-
cedent's residence, and we went to-
gether to Wabana, the seat of the
county in which Annandale Ites."
ply the necessities. I'll Instruct him
to obey your orders. I assume youli
not have many guests,—in fact,"—he
studied the back of his hand intently,
—"while that isn't stipulated, I doubt
whether it was your grandfather's Idea
that you should surround yourself—"
"With boisterous companions!" I
supplied the words in my cheerfullest
tone. "No; my conduct shall be ex-
emplary, Mr. Pickering," I added, witk
affable irony.
He picked up a single sheet of thin
typewritten paper and passed it across
the table. It was a formal acquies-
cence in the provisions of the wilL
Pickering had prepared it in advance
of my coming, and this assumption
that I would accept the terms irritated
me. Assumptions as to what I should
do under given conditions had always
annoyed me, and accounted, in a large
measure, ^or my proneness to surprise
and disappoint people. Pickering sum-
moned a clerk to witness my signa-
ture.
"How soon shall you take posses-
sion?" he asked. "I have to make a
note of It."
"I shall start for Indiana to-mor-
row," I answered.
As I rose to go Pickering said:
"It will be sufficient if you drop me
a line, say once a month, to let me
know you are there. The postoffice is
Annandale."
"I suppose I might file a supply of
postal cards in the village and arrange
for the mailing of one every month."
"It might be done that way,** he an-
swered evenly.
"We may perhaps meet again, if I
don't die of starvation or ennui. Good-
hy."
<TO BE CONTINUED.)
Wasn't Sure.
Mamma—You should be polite, dear,
and offer to share your candy with
papa.
Little Margie—I would, mamma, ff
I was sure he'd be polite and refuse it.
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