davidaulloa/AmericanStories huggingface dataset:
The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1897-07-17

INESTIVAL. = The Christian Endeavor
II Society of Baust Church viii hold fes-
tival in Jacob Rodkey's Grove, near Tyrone,
on the evening of July "a. Proceeds for the
benefit of the society. All invited. iull7 Ct
The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1897-07-17
DIR. JOSEPH T. Herring. DIR. THos. J. cooNAN.
DRS. Herring & COONAN

Have this day, July 16, 1897, formed CO.
partnership for the practice of medicine. Of
fee will be at the present office of DR.. Herring,
opposite the Union National Bank, West
minister, Nd.
OFFICE HOURS.
I to A. NJ. JOS. T. Herring,
u to p. NJ. THOS. j. COONAN.
6 to8P. NJ. july II
The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1897-07-17
TN the Circuit Court for Carroll Co,

7 N the Circuit Court for Carroll Co,
Il sitting as Court of Equity.
NO. 5000 EQUITY.
Frederick l.. Bankert ct al, vs.. Calvin Bank
ert ct al.
Ordered this 18th day of July, in the year
eighteen hundred and ninety seven, that the
sale of the property mentioned in these pro-
ceedings, made and reported by John NJ. Rob
erts, Trustee. be ratified and confirmed, I'M
less cause to the contrary thereof be shown
on or before the 9th day of August, next; pro-
vided copy of this order be inserted in some
newspaper printed in Carroll county once in
each of three successive weeks before the I'd
day Of August, next.
The report states the amount of sale TO be
$725.00.
The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1897-07-17
DINJ. t. NINVV1oI1s NItTh+
True copy Test.
july1O 3t BENZ F. GROUSE, Clerk.
DANK STOCK ATPUBL1c SALE.

DANK STOCK AT PUBLIC SALE.
As administrators of Daniel J. Geiman,
deceased, and by virtue of an order Of the
Orphans Court of Carroll County, the I'M
dersigned will sell at public sale, at the First
National Bank, in Westminster, Nd, on
SATURDAY, JULY oath, A. D. 1897, at 2
O'Clock, p. M. Fory-six (4G) Shares of
Capital Stock of Union National Bank OF
Westminster, Nd. Terms of Sale. Cash.
DAVIS MYERS,
The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1897-07-17

| While Joseph Souder, OF CreSwell, Pa, was
unloading wheat from wagon on the 9th
instant, he slipped and fell upon his fork, one
of the tines of which penetrated his abdomen
about six inches. His brother withdrew the
fork after the unfortunate young man fell, and
he was carried home. The nature of the
wound is such that death is likely to result.
There was strange phenomenon at Me-
chanicsburg, Pa, on Saturday, due to the in
tense heat. The track and road bed of a sid
ing of the Cumberland Valley Railroad were
moved about l8 inches and the T rail bent
like bow. Track-sills and everything con-
nected with the siding were moved, causing a
great cloub of dust to suddenly rise without
any apparent cause. Workmen were at once
summoned to cut out the track and replace the
siding at the proper angle. An expert rail
roader stated that the expansion was sufficient
to wreck heavy train.
| Mrs. Julia Mafitt, a pioneer of St. Louis,
Missouri, and the richest woman in the city,
is dead aged 81 years. Mrs. Maffitt's grand
| father, Pierre Chouteau, ST., was one of the
original members of the American Fur Com
pany, and from 1889 to 1904 passed his time
| in the western woods trading with the Indians.
His company prospered so rapi lily from lis
| perilous work that he retired wealthy in 1904
| and accepted an appointment from President
| Jefferson as the agent for all Indians west of
the Mississippi River. The Cheuteau family
was the most prominent of all the early French
settlers in Missouri and the names form no
inconsiderable part in the history of the West
as well as st. Louis and State.
1t is claimed upon the authority of promi-
nent citizens of Henrieo county, Virginia, that
a remarkable phenomena has lifted tie bones
of dead soldiers from their graves near NAL
vern Hill and Fort Harrison. There were
during the war heavy fighting in these locali-
ties, especially at Malvern Hill, when the
killed on the Confederate and Federal sides
numbered considerable. Robert p Bennett
prominent citizen of the county, living near
Malvern HILL brought the first news of the re-
markable prank of nature to Henrico Court
House on July Q. In one field, Mr. Bennett
AYERS, human bones are sticking up through
the ground. This field formed part of the
scene of action during the memorable fights
in that neighborhood.
The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, 1897-05-22

state. Nebraska is too big state to be
affected by such articles as this. As a
matter Of fact the people Of Nebraska
have an exaggerated idea OF the import.
anoe Of literary or journalistic praise or
abuse. l shared in the popular view
when | was in the state. But can see
now that after all it makes very little
difference what people say. The think
ing public somehow has an approximate
idea of the real facts and if it refuses to
be doomed by laudation it is equally
slow to accept the statements Of detract
ors. 1t seemed to me when l was west
that the state OF Kansas must be in
particularly bad odor in the east, for no
state has BEEN 50 persisten,ly maligned
and ridiculed. But it did not take me
long to find that the people here know
Kansas. They have no especial love for
its politicians, but they know the state
and its resources, it's achievements and
its POSSIBILITIES.
The stories that are printed every day
have no appreciable effect on intelligent
persons. And SO with Nebraska. The
state must stand on its own bottom and
be undsmayed by puerile stories. Its
prosperity must come from its soil and
the industry of its people. Abuse can
not make its broad acres sterile or stay
the industry of the people. and praise
cannot give to the state any quality it
does not POSSESS or impart any success
it does not deserve. So let the story
writers spill their ink and scatter puny
leaves broadcast over the land; let edi-
tors point their ptful paragraphs with
sickly lies; let them condemn and let
them eulogize- Nebraska will go on
just the same, and as the years 60 by it
will tecome stronger and stronger and
the people will learn that quips and
coddlirgs do not make or unmske a
state.
The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, 1897-05-22
RANDOM NOTES.

observe from The COURIER ot May 8
that my whilOm friel d, Miss Fairbroth
or. is not disposed to cease those polite
attentions that l learned to look for
ward to with genuine interest when l
was in Nebraska. That she should re-
msmber me in the purlieus OF New ork
Is kindness unexpected even from
such source. That she should seek to
fasten on me the responsibility OF .'shap-
ing the editorial policy Of The Cot RIER"
is u compliment that would be most &C.
ceptable il it were in any wise merited.
As the editor of The COURIER mas
explained have not had any more to do
with shaping the editorial policy OF this
paper, since left Nebraska in October,
1896, than has Miss Fairbrother herself,
for instance. But l may be permitted
to say that its policy seems to me the
only correct one. Certain it is that |
would not change it. As a matter OF
fact the COURIER, since a certain day in
May, 1893, has had no policy. Prior to
that time. when it was in other hands
it had policy, and I believe it was the
most polite paper in the state. Its pol
icy then was that OF unctuous tribute 10
society. 1t had an eagle eye for func-
tions and facile pen for flatteripg. 1t
was as harmless as soft soap and as in
teresting as one or two departments of
that exciting publication tn, Ladies
Home Journal. When a change of
ownership was effected there came
conviction that Society, important as it
lie, and can testify that in Lincoln it is
more than usually varied and portentous.
does not measure tie length and
breadth of human interest. So it was
decided tc drop policy, and conduct a
journal that would, in way, reflect the
doings Of current interest in the various
broad fields OF human activity, and
thereafter THE COURIER has had, strictly
speaking, no policy. II its iudepen lent
attitude and unconventional method OF
lsOAliuS llooc suoJoSl' III "utCu its
readers are int ,rested in contradistinc =
ton to the course pu sled by its 5ntem
poraiies that Iun on ball bearings in
deep grooves, have seemed ID invest it
with definite policy that is not the
concern OF THE COURIER. There is no
policy in fearlessness and independence
and originality.
The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, 1897-05-22

As l understand it Miss Fairbrother
objects to THE COURIER becaus, it does
not give enough attention TO Woman's
clubs. Undoubt eddy this maje:t lady
has other objections, but this is the
chief one. A comparison between the
COURIER and Miss FaIrbrother's dainty
publication will, believe, show that the
Womdn's Weekly may have greater
proportion OF matter devoted to womaL 3
cubs than has The COURIER. But
there is no paper in the state that has a
greater claim to the considerat on OF the
women than The COURIER. 1t is owned
and conducted by women. 1t deals in a
spirited manner with tho; e subjects in
which intelligent women are interested.
1t prints large quantity OF Womau's
club news. Should the state federation
make The COURIER its organ the women
OF the state would have journal that
would contain all the news Of their
various organizations. at the same time
presenting the woman's point OF view on
the broad subjects with which all per
sons, men and women are concerned.
The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, 1897-05-22

have not read Miss Alice French's
THE Spellbinder,' but it seems to me
that the people Of Nebraska allow them
selves to be too much wrought up by
publications OF this so:t.
have heard several persons here
speak Of the story and l have been
asked about the country about Valen
tine; but no one hes TAX N the story as
rejecting on Nebraska as whole ard
do not think it has had the slighss ef-
feet in arousing prejudice agains: the
The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, 1897-05-22

Mrs G.-Niss Yellowleaf is one wo
man who never lies about Ter age.
Mrs C.-Yts, she never tells il.
The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, 1897-05-22

Bryce-Colonel Kaintuck is a rough
diamond.
Gryce you can't call him gem
o. the fist water.
The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, 1897-05-22

Squllor ard luxury go hand in hand
the world over. Misery ind happiness,
sorrow and Joy have common habitat
Drouth and famine are not the only To-
Cal color in Nebraska. The sunshine
and the blue sky and the pure air, the
song of the harvesters and the glory o.
mountains of golden grain are just as
much part of tie pie ture as the bits
that such writer's as Mrs Peattie and
Miss French have resent,d-aye they
are, as The residents Of the state know,
by far the larger part Of the Picture
And other people-those outside OF the
stats-know this too. They retain their
knowledge Ct the proportions of thin gs
after all the kippering scribblers have
had their FAY.
New York, May II, 1897.
W. MORTON SMITH.
The herald., 1897-12-26

man before him, and bade him be
gone, and cursed Muireall.
Scarce, however, was the minister
gone, and he muttering sore and
frowning darkly at that, than Gorro-
malt reeled and fell.
The blood had risen to his brain, and
he had stroke. Sure the sudden
hand of God is a terrifying thing! 1t
was all we could do, with the help Of
Maisie and Kristen, to lift and drag
him to his bed.
But an hour after that, when the
danger was over, ! went to seek Morag.
L could find her nowhere. Maisie had
seen her last. l thought that she
| had taken one of the horses from the
stable, and ridden toward Kilbrennan;
but there was no sign of this. On the
long, weary moor-road that led across
Strathglas to Strathgorm, no one
could have walked without being seen
by some one at Teenabrae. And every
one there was now going to and fro,
with whispers and dreadful awe.
| SO I turned and went down by the
inn. From there / could see three places
where Morag loved to lie and dream;
and at one of these l hoped to desory
| her.
And, sure, so it was. A glimpse !
caught Of her, across the spray Of the
The herald., 1897-12-26

mot now" she answered, wearily.
Il will tell you tonight; but not
now.'
And so we went back together, she
too tired and stricken for tears, and
l with so many in my heart that there
were none for my hot eyes
AS we pass, :, the byre we heard
Kirsteen finishing milking song, but
we stopped when Maisie suddenly
broke in, with her strange vild, haunt
ing-sweet voice.
I felt Morag's fingers tighten in
their grasp on my arm as we stood
silent, with averted faces, listening to
the old Gaelic ballad of "Morag of the
Glen
"When Morag of the Glen was jey
They took her where the Green Folk
stray;
And these they left her, night and day,
A day and night they left her, fey.
And when they brought her home
again,
Aye of the Green Folk was she fain;
They brought her leannan, Roy Nc
! Lean,
She looked at him with proud disdain
For I have killed a man. she said,
A better man than you to wed;
| slew him when he clasped my head,
| And now he sleepeth with the dead
"And did you see that little wren?
My sister dear it was, flew then!
That skull her home, that eye her den
| Her song is, Morag O. the Glen!
| "For when she went I did not go,
But washed my hands in blood-ret
woe;
o wren, trill out your sweet songs
| flow,
Morag is white as the driven snow!"
TO BE CONCLUDED.
The herald., 1897-12-26

| in the hawthorn times, the cuckoo
called joyously across the pine-girt
scaurs and corries on -elbeinn, or, in
summer the swallows filled the straths
as with the thridding Of a myriad shut
ties.
Sure enough I was too young to be
! there though, indeed, Morag was no
more than a year older, being twenty,
but when my mother died and
father went upon the seas upon one
of his long whaling voyages, I was
glad to leave my lonely home in the
Carse O. Gowrie, and go to Teenabrae
in Strathglas, and to be with my aunt,
that was wife to Archibald Mac Alas
dair Ruadh-Archibald Campbell, as
would be called in the lowlanf way,
or Gorromalt, as he was named by
courtesy, that being the name of his
sheep-farm that ran into the two
straths where the Gorromalt water
surged turbulently through a narrow
wilderness of wave-scooped, eddy-hol-
lowed stones and ledges.
l suppose no place could be called
lifeless that had always that sound Of
Gorromalt water, that ceaseless la
mentation of the sheep crying upon
the hills. that hoarse croaking of the
corbies that swan black in the air be-
twixt us and Maol-Dunn, that mourn
full planning of the lapwings as they
wheeled Querulously for ever and ever
and ever. But to a young girl, the
whole of this was an unspeakable
wearness.
Beside the servant-foll1 there were
only Archibald Campbell, his wife.
who was my aunt, Muire2ll the elder
daughter and Morag. These were my
folk; but Morag I loved. In appear
ance she and l differed wholly. My
cousin Muireall and 7 were like each
other; both tall, dark haired, dark
browed, with dusky dark eyes, though
mine had no flame in them; and my
face, too, though comely, l am glad to
know, had not that touch of wildness
which made Muirealls so strangely at
tractive, and at times so beautiful.
Morag, however, was scarce over me-
dium height. Her thick, wavy haii
always retained the captive gold thai
the sunshine had spilled there; hei
soft, white, delicate, wild-rose face
was like none other that 1 have ever
seen; her eyes, of that heart-lifting
blue which Spring mornings have, held
a living light that was fair to see, and
gave pain, toe, perhaps, because of
their plaintive, hillside wildness. All.
she was a fawn, Morag!-soft and
sweet. swift and dainty and exquisite
as fawn in the green fern.
Gorromalt himself was gaunt, stern
man. He was six feet three, but looked
less, because of a stoop. 1t always
seemed to me as if his eyes pulled
him forward; brooding, somber, OBJ
scure eyes, of a murky gloom. His
hair was iron-gray and matted; black
er, but matted and tangled, his thick
beard; and his face was furrowed
like Ben Scorain of the Corries.
The herald., 1897-12-26
"Cadgine" in Paris.

1t is mournful fact that most Amer
leans who go dead broke in Paris are
obliged to cadge or get home quick. EN-
ployment is next to impossible to find.
Friends and acquaintance grow cold.
One must seek new acquaintance. To
cadge is to hang around the American
bars, like Henry's or Pulaski's or the
Chatham, pick up Americans and treat
them to a tale of woe. The tourists
hand dives down into his trousers
pocket. Two dollars, five, or even ten
may come out, with his blessing. There
are some fellow-citizens in the gay
French capital who never borrow less
than $40.
Americans who would not give a
stranger ten cents in New York will
very properly-perceive a difference
when in Paris After all, the dead
broke beggar is fellow countryman.
He must have had some money to get
over. Here is a pawn ticket which he
offers to dispose of. His tale Of woe
sounds true-in fact, 1t nearly always
is a true one-mere imagination is not
in it with the facts when one Is broke
in Paris. 1t is sad to see fellow coun-
tryman so far away from home, in the
midst of the bright gayety yet lack
ing food-although he always has clean
linen. Perhaps he has been reckless,
dissipated.
This is cadging, very profitable for
young men Of education and good
breeding. Nearly any American will
lend you fifty cents at least to get
meal. There is no free lunch in Paris.
The herald., 1897-12-26

have been able to get rid of them Is
by fastening a scythe blade to a long
handle and cutting them off near the
roots. The only good this does is to
remove them out of the way of the man
who uses the scythe. The floating
stalks drift down the river until they
find congenial society somewhere else,
where they take root again.
The body of the plant is a bunch Of
bulbs, which pop on being broken,
showing that they are kept afioat by
the air that is in them. The roots are a
mass of tough fibers about eighteen
inches long. The part out of the water
| grows to be from six inches to three
feet high, with leaf on top, of a rich
green in color. The leaves and roots
become so interiaced as to form what
looks to be solid ground; a plank
twelve inches wide and ten feet long
thrown on top of a bunch will support
a good sized man.
Last year the river men had a sne-
cial meeting to determine what to do
with this pest, which was damming IN
bayous Terre Boone, Blue Gaillou. De-
barge and others, and strangling the
| lumber industry. 1t was resolved to
abandon the bayous already invaded
ny tHe nydclnth, as 1t would cost too
much to clear them, and to try to pre-
serve those still free from it by means
of booms or screens thrown across the
stream.
The news now is that all efforts to
stop the spread of the pest have failed.
1t has invaded Grand Lake, forty miles
long and from two to ten broad (con-
siderably larger than Lake George) and
threatens to convert it into a waterv
meadow,-a score of purple islands
floating on it's bosom and drifting from
one side to the other. Even the At
chafalaya, the largest river in Louisi-
ana after the Mississippi and one-third
the volume of that stream, with a We
locity of four or five miles an hour. is
already blotched with hyacinth islands.
If the experiments now about to be-
gin under the direction of Engineer LIE
Baron prove a failure, it looks as
though the waterways of the South
west might be completely damned up
and rendered unnavigable by this pref
ty lilac-colored plant, which may be q
thing of beauty, but is very far from
being joy forever in the opinion of the
rivermen.
Copyright, 1897, by Bacheller Syndicate.
The herald., 1897-12-26

to him, like unto that of a son of
Anak.
well, we'll, well. it is just for telling
you I'll be. Sit down, Gorromalt sit
down, Mr.. Campbell, sit down, man,
sit down! All, sure, now, that is bet
ter! Well, we'll, God save us all from
the sin that is in us; but-ah, moth
ering heart, it is saving you I would be
If 1 could, but-but-'
"But what" thundered Gorromalt
with a voice that brought Maisie and
Krsteen out of the byre, where they
were milking the l-ye.
"He has the mercy, He only! And
it is this, poor people; it is this: Muir
call has come to sorrow"
What sorrow is the sorrow that is
on her?"
1.-THE sorrow of woman"
A terrible oath leapt from Gorro-
malt's lips. His wife sat in a stony
silence, her staring eyes filming like
those Of a stricken bird. Morag put
her left hand to her heart.
Suddenly Archibald Campbell turned
to his daughter.
| "Morag, what is the name Of that
man when Muireall came to know
when she and you went to that Sodon
and Gomorrah which men call Lon.
DOM"
The herald., 1897-12-26
copyright, 1897, by Fiona Macleod.)

copyright, 1897. by Fiona Macleod.)
PART l.
It was a black hour for Archibald
Campbell of Gorromalt in Strathglas
and for his wife, and for Morag theii
second daughter, when the word came
that Muireall had he sorrow of sor-
rows. What is pain, and is death q
thing to fear? But there is sorrow
that no man can have and yet go free
for evermore of q shadow upon his
brow, and there is sorrow that nc
woman can have, and keep the moon
shine in her eyes. And when a woman
has this sorrow, it saves or mars her;
though, for sure, none of us may dis
cern just what that saving may be. OF
from whom or what, or what may be
that bitter or sweet ruin. We are
shaped as clay in the potters hand;
ancient wisdom that we seldom learn
till the hand is mercifuly still, and
the vessel. finished for good or evil, is
broken.
1t is a true saying that memory is
like the sea-weed when the tide is in
but the tide ebbs Each frond, each
thick spray, each fillicaun or pulpy
globe. lives lightly in the wave; the
6iCCu Wdtci 10 lNil VI Slld dhSC
OF sea-magic and sea-music; the
hither-how and thither-surge gives
continuity and connection to what is
fluid and dissolute. But when the ebh
is far gone, and the wrack and the
weed lie sickly in the light, there is
only one confused, intermangled mass
For most of us, memory is this tide
left strand; though for each there are
nn1 r1Ic ;o1, 4, ~,
does not lick up in it's thirsty way
depthward, - narrow, overshadowed
channels to which we have the in
tangible clues. But for me there will
never be any ebb-tide of memory for
one black hour and one black day.
A wild-lone place it was where we
lived; among the wet hills, in coun-
try capped by slate-black mountains.
To the stranger the whole scene must
have appeared grimly desolate. We
dwellers there, and those of our clan,
and the hill-foll1 about and beyond,
knew that there were three fertile
straths hidden among the wilderness
OF rock and bracken: Strathmor,
Strathgorm, and Strathglas 1t was
in the last we lived. All Strathglas
was owned by Archl aid Campbell,
and he leased Strathgorm to where the
GOrrOmalt water cut it off from the
head of Glen Annet. The house we
lived in was a long, two-storied, white
washed building. with two projecting
TANKS There was no garden, but only
q tangled potato-acre, and a large. un-
kempt space where the kali and the
bracken fiourished side by side, and
the kali pershing day by day under
the spreading, strangling roots of the
usurper. The rain in Strathglas fell
when most other spots were fair The
gray or black cloud would slip over
Ben-Vreac or Melbeinn and would
become blue-black while one were
The herald., 1897-12-26
lin THE. NAME OF GOD, MAN, SPEAK QUIT"

wondering If the wind would lift it on
to Maol-Dunn, whose gloomy ridge had
two thin lines of pine trees, which,
from Strathglas, stood out like brist-
ling eyebrows. But. more likely than
not, it would lean slowly eastward.
and sometimes lurch like a water
logged vessel, and then spill, through
a rising misty vapor, a dreary down
fall. Oh, the rain-the rain-the rain!
how weary grew of it, there; and of
the melancholy mehing Of the sheep,
that used to fill the hills with la
fnentation, terrible, at times, to en-
dure.
And yet, I know, and that we'll, too,
that am thinking this vision of Teen
abrae, as the house was called, and OF
its dismal vicinage, in the light Of
tragic memory. For there were sea-
sons when the rain suspended, or came
and went like fugitive moist shadows;
days when the sunlight and the wind
made the mountains wonderful, and
wrought the wild barren hills nearer
US to take on softness and a dear
familiar beantHa hours, even, when,