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Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1899-07-14
The Now Street Gar.

Capt. Whitley put his new car OH
the track Wednesday evening. The
car was built new here except tho
iron work by T. j. Heldreth and o.
G. Emshwiller, and painted and
trimmed mp by james Wall. The
work is we'll and nicely done. 1t
shows mechanical skill and taste
which is highly complimentary to
the mechanics who did the work.
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Regular Meeting.

The annual meeting OF the New l.cba
non Baptist Association will be held
with Tnzewcll Baptist Church, Tazewell
Va, August 31st and september Isl
and 2nd, 1899, inclusive.
The cooperation Of all pastors and
luymen within the limits of the Associa.
ton is earnestly desired to the end that
we may have ,ull attendance and n
good meeting.
w. n. SURFACE,
ID. o. CLARK,
b. II. JOKES,
Executive Committee.
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New Ceiling, &c.

DIR. Jackson's drug store is receiv
ing an embossed steel ceiling, and
will be painted inside and out. When
this work is all completed this will
be one OF the handsomest drug stores
in the country. John Il. Crawford
and Brown Barnett are putting OH
the ceiling.
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Work on tho Laundries.

Mr.. j. Il. Hopkins is boring a well
on his lot TO furnish water for his
steam laundry, and is pushing ahead.
Messrs. Hartman aud Wingo are
delivering lumber on the ground for
their laundry and can merry, also.
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The Dedication.

The Christian Church, in this
town will be dedicated on the LIST
Sunday in August next. Rev. e. +.
Deval, of Iowa, Will preach the
dedicatory Sermon at IL o'clock,
Oh that day.
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Finger Amputated.

Mr.. w. b. Smallwood, who is en-
gagged in the sawmill business Oh
Mud Fork, had one of his fingers
severely mashed on Monday. He
camo ever to Tazewell and Drs.
Crockett and st. Clair found it nee
essory to amputate the finger.
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MEETING OF STOCKHOLDERS
OF TmE BANK o. GRAHAM.

or THE BANK o. GRAHAM.
There will bc called meeting OF the
Stockholders of the Bank oi Graham
held at it's banking house in the Town
OF Graham, Va, on the 10th day OF
August 1899.
BY order of the Board OF Directors
j. W. Hicks. A. ST. CLAIR.
Secretary, President.
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One of Them Captured

Charles Brown, charged with
being an accomplice in the killing oil
George Ratlilfe, and wit b illicit dis.
tilling, was lodged i'll Jail hele on
last Tuesday by Robert Baldwin.
The arrest of other members of the
gang is expected soon.
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LOCAL M ENTION
Condensed News Gath
cred in and around
Tazewell.

Brothers.
Mrs. DR.. Crockett and the chill
lren, are on visit to Burkes
Garden.
Mr.. McCorkle and son, Ross, are
at home this week from Big Stone
Gap.
Messrs. Goodman, Jos. s. Moss
and Jno. II. Greever of Burke's
Garden, were in town Wednesday
Mr.. John Slade, prominent
citizen of Clear Fork, was in town
on Tuesday on business.
Next Tuesday is County Court
day. We hope that several hun
dred Of our subscribers will call to
see us.
RumOr has it that two prominent
young people of Thompson Valley,
will be married about the Goth of
this month.
Mrs. A. B. Buchanan came over
on yesterday for few days rest.
Her friends will be glad to hear
that her health is improving.
Mr.. Powell Royal, our former
assistant postmaster is OH visit
to homo folks and friends here.
Mr.. j. III. Smith stood Success
fully His examination recently for
license to practice law.
Geo. Burke Esq. q prominent
citizen of Russell County, was in
the city on Monday.
The hay crop in Burke's Garden,
a very little of which has been cut,
is said to be very fine, and the
pastures simply magnificent.
Miss MOlle Peery is visiting her
sister Mrs. Chas, Honaker of Blue.
field, this week.
The brass band &c. heard on
Tazewell Avenue OH Tuesday
night was Mayor Doak's body
guard. He was in that section
visiting.
MIR. Whitley, the well borer who
is boring the well for j. T, Hop
kins, struck solid limestone three
feet below the ground.
The past few days have brought
good soda water weather, and
Jacksons fountain is "sizzingn all
the time.
Mr.. o. III. Patton, Editor and
proprietor of that excellent paper
the Midland Methodist, was in
town on Wednesday.
MIR. j. A. Tiller, who has been ut
home for several weeks left yester
day afternoon for Williamson, W.
Va. i'll the interest Of his oil bus.
mess.
The Roig and General Arthur
Cigars at DR.. Jackson's are the
latest, and fine ones they are, as
Is also the Portuondo. 1t will
pay lovers of the weed to try them.
Why punish your eyes with glas.
ses that does not suit, when DR..
Pobst examines each eye separate
and has the glasses ground to
correct every defect?
Mrs. j. S. French, who has been
on visit to the old home, at Bris.
tol, returned Wednesday. Rev. Mr..
French met her at Saltville with
horse and buggy and, and escorted
her and the baby home in triumph.
DIR. W. I. Hall and family spent
the day yesterday at the pleasant
and hospitable home of DIR. Thos.
G. Witten.
MIR. j. w. Spots, who was called
to Staunton on account of the
serious illness of his brothers. lit
tie daughter, returned several
days ago. The good news reaches
MS that the child has recovered.
Miss MOllie White, of White
Forge, Scott County, sister of Mr..
w. b. f. White who is on a visit
here is contributing greatly to the
pleasure Of her many admirers
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The Governor a Candidate.

Gov. Tyler announced yesterday,
over his own signature, his candi.
dacy for the United States Senate.
The Red Cloud chief., 1899-09-22
Royal Lady Colonols.

Queen Victoria Is colonel OF a regi-
ment of Prussian dragons, but Her
Majesty has never donned the short
blue tunic and other obligatory uni
form Of this body and ridden at Its
head. Her daughter, the Empress
Frederick, Is a colonel of hussars. and
has often appeared at reviews In the
loose-braided jacket, fur cap, scarlet
tights, and gold-embroidered top boots
of her regiment, a dash OF femininity
being added In a blue skirt not belong
ing to the regimental uniform. The
present German empress is a colonel OF
cuirassiers, and at reviews rides at her
husbands side In a white riding skirt,
white military jacket, and plumed,
three-cornered cap. The Queen OF
Greece, a Russian princess, is admiral
in the Russian navy. Most Of the
princesses of the Russian royal house
are army officers OF high rank, but
they content themselves on military
occasions with wearing the colors OF
their commands, instead OF riding at
their head In full uniform.
The Red Cloud chief., 1899-09-22
THE MAN SEIZED 1T.

board. The prisoner glanced at It and
said. grimly: Wont they need that
in the yard?"
The jailer could not answer, but
kept his gaze on the baby, who had
distracted the attention OF the guard In
the corridor. The prisoner grasped
the door with both gaunt hands, and,
putting his ashen lips as near the Jail
er's ears as the bars would allow, said,
sullenly: Have you any idea OF how
you are going to die?"
The jailer, raj alarmed and dis
tressed. He had hoped to lead the pris-
one to forget his impending doom, II
only for a respite OF an hour. but this
question showed him how poorly he
was succeeding. He pretended lot to
hear, and made a move as II to go, but
the child ran to him and, putting the
stick through the bars. lisped: See,
horsy?"
A smile distorted his face as the
man took the piece of wood, then let
It drop with a shudder, speaking rapid
ly and low: Dying Is bad enough. I
suppose. under any circumstances, but
none of Is is heroic when forced to
sit, day by day, for a certain hour,
when we are to begin the process Of
'rotting In cold obstruction God! can
you think, man, how 1t feels? What
devilish irony in the fate that /, who
have always hated any public display"
he choked and the baby laughed
Should die In this way-should per-
form the tragedy OF my life before a
gaping crowd. ! tell you. man, 1t must
not-shall not-be!"
His voice sank to a whisper, but his
face was so livid with fear and threat
that the jailer grasped his baby and
moved away from the cell door. The
man behind 1t laughed a dry, high
pitched laugh.
81 beg that you won't be frightened.
! am not going to do anything violent,
except to myself, II possible. Do you
hear, man? Except to myself. Listen
to me. Every night you pray that baby
may never be In such a devil-ridden
hole as this cell. BY those prayers.
and as you hope for mercy for him. I
charge you have pity and listen to me.
! have thought OF escape. / do not
fear death. What would life he to me
now? / killed him for her, and now
now ! must die for him. BE II so, but
not that way"-and he pointed to the
bit OF wood the child had dropped
Cod not that way!" Then as the jail
er moved a little nearer, the man stag
gered to his feet and whispered hoarse-
The Red Cloud chief., 1899-09-22

In its little way, and that there are
some wc,nen for whom years of such
silence aAd loneliness spells death
or worse. She was always crying at
first, and never dared to tell him why
If he did not see for himself, and kept
out OF his way so that his mind should
not be spoiled for work. And he-say
that he thought 1t was something else,
and spoke harshly and sneered, and
at last got so that he lived In a world
OF his own, and wouldn't open his door
when-when he knew that her heart
was bursting outside, longing for one
kind word again. Or-or-
something like that. Could you begin
anything with that?"
No answer. She could not see, but
the mans outward stare vas as IL 1t
would never again relax. She went on
a little faster, her voice taking a thrill
just as though his silence implied
that there might be real dramatic pos
sibilities in her small inspiration.
Il think my husband could-yes!
The world Is used to seeing the man
grow Indifferent, and the cold
and pale; but you-you might take the
tragedy as It is within the foar walls,
and make 1t live and throb In there.
You might put It that at first the mans
mistake vas In always straining for
ward to his goal, forgetting that the
happiest time is now-forgetting how.
when he looks at last he will not find
just the same laughing girl as he mar
ried. Often he left her, we
will say; he wanted cheerful faces and
relaxation after his work, and the wife
was only like a ghost creeping about
the house. And so at last, for her the
only alternative to a broken heart was
a heart hardened to stone. And oh!
she had so loved him-had so deter
mined always to look her brightest and
best for him! 80 That might
have gone on until the end. as 1t often
does; but there came a blow-one blow
more than she could bear. Well sup
pose-well suppose that one day the
wife, somehow or other, heard him
talking to a friend. The friend was
quiet; he had asked: What's the mat
ter with-with her? All the romance
gone that you used to talk about?'
Make it-make 1t that she held her
The Red Cloud chief., 1899-09-22

breath for the answer, even then-even
then; that even then she was hunger
Ing to put her arms around him, and
tell him, oh, no. 1t was not gone! And
supposing she heard him say: Her!
Poo, take no notice OF her-always the
same. Wish to heavens sometimes I'd
never married-what with the expenses
and the miseries at home. Can't make
her out-not like other m Given
1t up long ago. Don't you ever marry,
old man! And supposing
the wife stood and cried to God to take
her on the spot, and hat God did not
answer, and that at last-at last, when
something seemed as II 1t would snap
In her brain-she crept into her hus-
bands study, took out the pistol that
he kept in his desk and put 1t to her
forehead, and almost pulled the trig-
ger. wouldn't a paper accept
a story like that?"
Still no answer. The man had craned
still further forward, his hands grip
ping the deck, his face gray in the
dusk, his stare widened. 1t looked-it
somehow looked as If he feared for
his life to look around, in fear Of a
hand waiting for his throat. 1t was not
his wife's talking. 1t was Tragedy that
had come creeping into the room-as
1t sometimes did when he wrote late.
and something stood and breathed
behind each shoulder.
The voice came again, as from a long
way of.
yes! Say, she paused the moment
and that saved her. She looked at his
work and thought OF his long strug-
giles and the mind that always strained
after something in life that Is never to
be found. But the thought had come
into her head, and 1t stayed and stayed,
and more than once, when he had
passed her with hardly a word or look.
No. my God! she could not bear It!
God forgive her. she cannot bear It!
The indescrlbable sob and a swift
rush. A hand had plucked open the
drawer at the mans side and some
thing bright flashed out. Just II time
he realized something and swayed up
with a hoarse cry: Winnie! No
The Red Cloud chief., 1899-09-22
THE JAILER'S BABY.

II was all The sault Of the baJy. So
the jailcr said. and so everybody be-
lieved. At the same time IL was de-
clared absurd that a baby should be
allowed companionship with a IL
derer. and beyond all decency that
bottles OF laudanum should be left
within It's reach. Indeed, there was a
great deal OF talk, and much disap-
pointment over the AFFAIR. Not since
the lynching OF the negro lilly, two
years before, had there been a hang
ing In the Jail. And this time II was
to have been conducted on the strict
est principles of the hangman's code.
SO very proper were all the arrange
ments that the citizens spoke OF the
coming execution" with quite the de-
corum which an eastern town would
use to discuss "A pink tea. Small won
der then that everybody-especially
those holding tickets OF admission
was outraged. In fact, so much vas
said that the TALLER resigned and he
and his wife-with the baby. who had
done all the mischief-movcd to an
other town. The j~ailcr's wife declar-
ed that his nerves seemed d~readfully
upset about the whole thing and she
was glad he had given up the Jail
business" Farming was nicer work
anyhow, she allowed. and the baby
seemed to thrive better. As for the
baby himself, ne told me in strict con
idence just how 1t happened.
The prisoner had never made the
slightest effort to escape. From the
time sentence was pronounced he
seemed to begin to die. lie would sit
for hours without moving a muscle
would neither eat nor drink. A horrid
sort OF stupor possessed him, from
which the kind-hearted jailer was pow
erless to rouse him, until one day he
thought OF his baby, Ted. the only bit
OF sunlight In the gloomy house OF
bondage. The lovely child blossomed
X a Sharon rose in this desert OF
sin and death, and the very sight OF
him might, 90 the TALLER thought. bring
peace and healing. So one day the baby
was brought to the death watched cell
His tousled, yellow head peered Gu
riously in. and his small voice had a
ring OF pity in 1t as he said: Dark.
poor man." And the prisoner came tc
the grating and stretched out eager
hands, clasping the tiny fingers rested
trustfully in his. And nobody dis.
turbed them. for the poor man" was
crying, and so they were not afraid.
The baby came again, and often, and
they noticed that the prisoner would
always eat what he brought; a bit oil
candy or a dirty lump of sugar was his
daily offering, and 1t was never re-
1ected. One day the jailer came, too
and they both watched the boy. He
was playing horse with a piece OF pine
The Red Cloud chief., 1899-09-22
MOCK HANGING IN A CHURCH,
A Gruesome Performance Entertains .
Coiored Congregation.

Colorcd Congregation.
Kansas City Journal: A most start
ling and unique entertainment, In
which the principal feature was a
gruesomely realistic imitation OF an
execution by hanging. was given In the
colored Baptist church in Carthage the
other night, and attracted a crowd
which packed the big building to its
utmost. An interesting account, given
in the Press of the tragic" affair Is
as follows: "The audience assembled
in the basement OF the church, where
the gallows was erected. reaching up
ward about FIVE or six feet. The drop
was only a short one, but every other
detail was carefully copied from a
sure enough hanging scene. About .
o'clock Peter Gibson and Sporting
Willie Hancock came in. leading Art
Irwin, the boy condemned to the gal
lows. A suppressed murmur ran over
the audience, which waited with batcd
breath the finale Of this strange scene.
The lamps about the walls cast a shud-
dering gloomy light about the room.
anu a SupeiotiIious hoiioi Souiu w
traced on many a face. But Negro
good humor can not long be sup
pressed, and scarcely had the first feel
ing of awe passed away, when some
lusty voice broken out In a hearty
laugh. This soon spread. and the
scene lost a large share Of its grue-
someness. The convicted murderer
was led up the steps Of the ~improvised
gallows, his arms and legs were tied
and a rope was fastened to his neck.
a black cap vas adjusted, the trap
sprung and the body dropped. So far
as actual appearance went he might
have been hanged by the neck. The
body turned and twisted as the rope
dropped, seemingly limp and lifeless.
and was carried out on a stretcher
amid a deathly silence. The affair,
however, was not so realistic as It
appeared, for before entering the room
another rope had been carefully har-
messed around Twins body, with a
loop coming under his collar. This
last rope was concealed by the boys
clothing, and although the rope ap-
peared to enclrcle his neck, 1t was In
reality fastened to the loop under his
collar. After a few minutes in which
to remove ropes, etc. Irwin returned
to receive the congratulations Of his
lady admirers, who gathered around
the little hero in groups"
The Red Cloud chief., 1899-09-22
VOTING BY MACHINERY.
Nebraska To Try Automatic system of
Selecting Candidates.

The state OF Nebraska has ordered
1900 voting machines at $500 each. a
total OF 81, 900, 900. says the st. Louis
Globe Democrat. This machine Is pure
ly mechanical In construction. The
regulations are complete In every de-
tail. Split tickets can be voted as
readily as straight tickets. The booth
stands six and one-half feet In height
and is about four feet square. giving
ample room for voting. Though made
OF steel. II can be carried about with
out d~iiflculty, although rather heavy.
The voter, upon entering the booth.
faces q square steel box about three
feet in dimensions and three Inches
thick. On the face Of this square Is
a long, narrow row of glazed open
ings, in which appear the different
tickets to be voted. Each party ticket
is printed on a slip OF It's own. The
candidates for each Office are In align
ment and the whole arrangement Is
| similar TO the regular Australian bal
lot. But at the point where the voter
| usually puts a cross Is a nickel-plated
button and at the top OF each party
| ticket Is a lever. AS the first vote Ia
cast a bell rings. This informs the
judges that a voter has started TO cast
his ballot. A straight party man has
only to pull the lever and his vote Is
cast. A man who wants to scratch
| registers his vote by the buttons.
When the straight ticket is voted. by
| pulling the lever down, the mechanical
counters all down the line register one
vote for each candidate. On the out
side OF the booth the voting register Is
locked by three different locks, one OF
which is given to each Of the judges.
The Red Cloud chief., 1899-09-22

ly: can old bottle. | could break It II.
pieces; or a ropc-but no. the guard
would see me. Some ug-anythlng.
so 1t be strong enough. but bring it
oh, let me have 1t before before they
come to met"
Not a word had the jailer spoken
during this plea OF agony. Then the
guard came up with the little one.
The kid wants to kiss man." and
the prisoner stretched his arms
through the grating and stroked the
curly head. The beautiful baby face
III up with an angels smile. "By-by.
man." he said, and his father carried
him away, with no sign OF response to
the wild look OF entreaty In the eyes OF
the doomed man.
Next day the baby came again. This
time he passed the guard. returning his
challenge. "Hullo. two-year-old!" by
only a dlgnified sta He toddled mp
TO the prisoners cell, and the first
glimpse of the yellow head brought the
wretched occupant forward. HE at
tention was attracted to the small tin
ear the child carried. See there!"
And the little one proudly tapped 1t
against the iron grating. With fever
ish haste the man seized It, and with
an effort wrenched OFT the cover. In
side was a small bottle containing a
brown liquid, which he smelled. then
sighed as with infinite relief. A sec
ond's hesitation, n glance upward,
which was more a despalring inquiry
than a prayer. and he raised the phial
to his lips. Then he crawled to the
cot and crouched upon II. while the
baby tip-toed to see. Only the baby!
No pitlless crowd OF ghouls; no vul-
lures watching the dying struggles OF
their prey; only the baby! And to the
dying mans vision the aureole OF hair
and reckoning hands were those OF a
heavenly spirit.
The phial dropped 10 the floor. the
shaven head sank back, and the pris-
oner was free. Gertrude Cunning.
The Red Cloud chief., 1899-09-22
Surface Observation.

The remarks made by a countrymaL
when he gets his first view Of the
ocean are not always remarkable for
depth and appropriateness. A stroller
on the beach OF a Massachusetts sea-
port overheard the opening remarks Of
a farmer and his wife who had come
from northern New Hampshire, as he
subsequently learned from their con-
v~ersation. "Well, I feel to be glad
we've come, william" said the woman,
with a Sigh OF pleasure, turning from
the sea to face her spouse. Would
you aver have believed there was such
a sight of water in one place In this
world?" "No. l wouldn't" returned
william. "And when you consider
that we can't see any but just
what's on top, it's all the more aston.
ishin', Sarah. now Amt it?' ~
The Red Cloud chief., 1899-09-22

my mind. 1t is silly, maybe, as I tell
It, out you-my husband, might make
It clever and interesting. You say your
stories are always twaddle as you first
get them down."
do I? Well, what is IT." he said,
staring across at the opposite roofs.
"This situation Is novel. Go on. Never
mind so long as there Is anything at
all in It."
There is-there is a woman's heart
In It, I think" she whispered. as that
any good?"
"Oh!" he said. Her voice had tailed
of as II she had a real idea, but was
afraid Of the sneer. well, there US
ually is-that's one OF the component
parts Of the average story. Even hu-
NOR Is the brighter for tragedy lurking
in the background. you. know. Any
thing In the heart? That's the point.
Yes; anything in this hearth"
Another silence. Couldn't tell
you just as 1t came to me, them" she
said. I'm not clever enough to know.
It's more OF a sketch, perhaps. IL
imagined two lovers. very dear lovers.
They got married and there wac a
beautiful world before them, with such
peace at the end. II they knew! Make
the man an artist. He lived for his
art. The girl-the girl was only just
a girl; she lived for the man. She
hung on his every word, you might
say; she prayed for his success when
he was never there to hear, thought for
him In ways that he would never know,
and checked her singing, and moved
always SO softly. so that he should
never be disturbed at his work. You're
not writing. Is II so siiiy?"
go on" he whispered. There
there's nothing to write yet"
THAT went on for years. The man,
deeper and deeper In his work, never
saw that his wife was changing; that
the light had gone out of her eyes.
He forgot all he had meant to be-
forgot after a time aver to kiss her;
and the girl-she could never bring
herself to remind him. Oh?
Still, she lived only for him, but he
never cared what she wore. never
thought that her work might be hard