Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1893-07-06
IRONTON. MO. THURSDAY. JULY 6. 1893.
mense quantities of tiff are piled for

shipments.
The rate at which the railroad il
earring the lumber out of Southeast
Missouri and Arkansas, is terrible.
No country can long stand such a drain,
and it will take from thirty to sixty
years to reproduce that lumber. Blu,
all wonder ceased when the rate a:
which building is going on in St. Louis
was seen. There the future is also
giving notice to the present, that when
the last stick of lumber has been used
up. stone, brick, iron and glass will
raise architecture to a higher plane.
It was pleasant to see that in place
of the rocks and red brush of twenty
four years ago, good farms and dwell
ings now appear. 1t requires only a
small share of the spirit of prophecy to
see those low we'll rounded buttes
crowned with the stately country homes
of city magnates.
No reminder of war was visible, ex-
cept the empty block house at Big River
bridge.
At De Soto the train paused few
minutes. Prof. John B. Scott was
standing on the pavement opposite the
tourists window, with his back to the
train, very earnestly conversing with
another gentleman. The tourist made
a test of nerve power. Without speak
ing, he looked earnestly at the profes-
sor, who at once turned round, and
raised toward the window a haggard
face and weary eyes, followed by a
pleasant greeting. Ne word was need
ed to tell me that his fearless devotion
to his convictions of rights his eff
forts to faithfully do his duty. have
brought the Philistines on him again.
Let john B. Scott remember. that
whilst the cruciixion of Christ's body
only lasted six years, the crucifixion OF
his soul lasted thirty-eight years, and
killed him at last. He died on the
cross, but not of it. And now that the
devil has lost his power to cruelty
mems bodies, it may be of interest to
know what compensation he has gained
in the way of ingenuity in crucifying
souls. But it is enough for the disciple
that he be as his Master, it is enough
for the servant, that he be as his Lord.
The man to whom the Professor was
speaking is not his peer.
But the train went on and took the
tourist with it. AtJefferson Barracks,
where Martial Glory is supposed to set
on goose eggs and hatch eagles, three
sucking Sheridans were talking to some
ladies, who evidently are veterans well
up in the wheelings and facings and
the manual of arms.
But the Future Great was reached at
last. Stepping from the car the tour
ist asked a policeman in regard to a
house at which he had formerly stopp-
ed. The guardian of the peace and
dignity of the Future Great was dis
playing the resources of his mighty
mind to q lady, and it was overwhelm'
ing to study the far-away look that
spread itself like dough plaster over
his classic features, as he calmly disa-
vowed all knowledge of any such sub
imary thing.
Having tried the various strata OF
1otel and boarding life, from the Lin
lell down, where English is the official
language. the tourist concluded to ex-
pertinent on German as she is spoken, !
md went to the Green Tree hotel on |
second street.
The house is perfect hive. The |
is good. The opportun-
ties for studying character. are unlim-
ted. The vast majority of the board
,rs are plainly but neatly dressed labor
ne men, who are there at night. The
supply of liquors is ample and another
lass of patrons is divided into those
hat can sit under the awning at the
ront door, and those that are relegated
o the back yard.
THOMAS CALLAHAN.
(Continued.)