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The Forrest City times., 1899-06-30
PARAGRAPHIC POINTERS.

-Democrats who want to pass Q resolution against trusts will find the plank in the Ohio republican platform neatly expressed.-St. Louis Republic an.
 The apologies for the presidents blow at the civil service law are so lame as to indicate that the presidents best friends realize that he has made bad blunder-Atlanta Journal.
 If President McKinley's new civil service order is right, it ought to have been issued two years ago. If it is wrong, it ought not to have been issued at all. With characteristic vacillation, Mir. Mckinley has taken just the right course to show that he is doing what he believes to be wrong.-Albany Ar. gus.
 Now that the republicans of Ohio in convention assembled have official. ly" rated Mir. Mckinley with Abraham Lincoln, there can be no longer any rea- son for Lincoln's oldest and best friends in the party, like Sherman, Hoar and Edmunds, to have any opinions of their own about the dministration.-Colum bus (O) Press-Post.
 The most amusing defense of Me- Kinley's backsliding on civil service re- form is the claim that he yielded par tially to the spoilsmen in order to keep them from overthrowing the entire merit system, but of course this will not wash. Mckinley had no reputable motive whatever in dishonoring his own word, breaking his promise and re- pudiating the platform of his party. He was actuated either by cowardice or self-interest, and that's all there is to it.-Memphis Commercial-Appeal.
 "A year or two ago, when the farm- CT was not enjoying his present degree of prosperity, the manufacturers of ag- organizing into trust and increasing the prices of their goods; the farmer did not have money then, and it was not thought worth while to "work" him. But no sooner does he become solidly prosperous than it occurs to the manufacturers of farm machinery that it would be good thing to increase their profits 25 per cent.-Sioux City Tribune.
 -IIanna has done much for the president. He paid his personal debts. He bought and coaxed and bullied na- tional convention into nominating him. He debauched the electorate of dozen states to land him in the white house. But in doing all this Hanna has not for. gotten to exercise his right of owner ship. He has pledged and Mckinley has redeemed. He has bribed and Me- kiniey has helped to deliver the goods. He has been the clearing house between Mckinley and the poiit::iALs.-N. Y. Journal.
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FORREST CITY ARK. FRIDAY AFTERNOON. JUNE 3o 1s99

the greatest lot of candy you ever saw ana bunch of torpedoes for to-mor- row?"
 Rosy was very small person. with a very large appetite for candy, to say nothing of strong desire to celebrate wlth the proper amount of noise the anniversary of her country's independ- ence. Her eyes grew big and ropnd at the alluring prospect, and she nod. ded emphatically her willingness to m. dertake the errand. So it was settled that she should bring them the kew that night, after her father had hupp up his coat in the closet, so there would be no danger that he would 20 there again and discover the absence of the key.
 That afternoon Sandy Mcvie and his son, stout lad of IS, paid visit to the church. Archie, the son, came out. looking very warm and tired.
 "Better have let them do it, and then make them smart for it, than to take all that trouble" he grumbled. "Or just give their fathers hint of what they are up to-"
 Since they are so fond of jokes, I'm willing they should have bit of one, :" said the sexton, rubbing his hands, gleefully. They'll catch it fast enough for breaking the church window"
 Rosy McVie stole out of the house that night after dark and delivered the church key into True's hands, receiv- ing in return an amount of candy and torpedoes that had cost large share of the boys Fourth of July savings. But they were all satisfied that it was money well spent, for they had learned from sad experience that the results of breaking windows were never anus ing.
 It was about half-past four o'clock on the morning of the Fourth when the three boys unlocked the church door. It was very quiet for Fourth of July morning. Now and then came the banging of gun. the feeble popping of firecrackers and torpedoes, and the dismal shriek of fish horn; but there were very few people astir.
 "This stupid old town will get walk ing up in minute now. And people ought to thank us. It's a burning shame to have it so still. Ycu may be sure they're making things lively over at Brownsville by this time"
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be mean enough to keep us here for long on the Fourth of July"
 Sandy McVie is mean enough for they have only taken the tongue out to repair it, or something of that kind"
 Sandy McVie meanwhile arose at five o'clock and took a walk around the church. There was no broken window.
 So they gave it up, the young rascals, and have probably gone over to Bor- rowsville to do their celebrating" said the sexton to himself, and felt disap- pointment that he should be denied the grim satisfaction of bringing the young rascals to justice. Well, Cherryfield will be the quieter for their being out of it today" he added, to console him. self
 If not exactly out of Cherryfield, they were certainly too far above it to inter- fere with its qmct. A faint echo of dis tant Fourth of July noises came tanta- lizingly to their ears now and then. The minutes dragged along heavily. They had no means of telling time, and an hour seemed like day; but night final ly came, the dimness deepened to utter darkness, and, stretched upon the floor, they all fell asleep. Being boys, they could sleep, although the floor was hard and keen gnawings reminded them that they had gone breakfastless, din- nerless and supperless.
 When True awakened, little shaft of sunlight shons through the small window, away up in the dimness of the steeple. It danced upon the cobwebs that covered the dusty beams until they looked as if made of gold thread. A great, long-legged spider was dragging hapless fly into his web. The spiders web had been partially torn away, and the dust had been brushed from the beams in the corner near it. There was a little scaffold in the corner covered with shavings and chips, evidently left
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Brownsville was town on the other side of the river, where the boys meant to assist in the celebration after they had walked up Cherryfield.
 "They won't thank us, you know, ' said Penney Cole. Boys never are ap, preciated."
 q don't expect it will be just ex- actly thanks that we shall get" said True, drily, as he turned the key in the lock behind them. Anybody that's afraid had better back out now"
 Nobody backed out. Six hands seized the bell rope. There was "a long pull, strong pull and a pull all together"
 But no sound followed. They looked at each other in silent amazement and tried it again. They could feel that the bell swayed backward and forward ; but it did not ring. What could be the reason?
 "Somebody must have muffled it!" ex- claimed Rob.
 "WeIl go up and see what's the mat ter, anyway" said True.
 A long, long flight of steep and nar- row stairs led to the first landing in the church steeple. Beyond that was a ladder leading to the bell loft. There was a trap door which they pushed open, and all scrambled up to the loft.
 If here isn't a go! The tongue is pone from the bell!" cried True. Now who do you suppose did that?'
 .sposv must have told on us. I just wish we hadn't given her all that can dy," lamented Penney.
 The great bell hung there empty, nowerless to arouse any Fourth of July enthusiasm, and looking as sad as If 1t realized its dumbness.
 q should just like to catch the fellow that did that" said Rob, flourishing his fist at an imaginary foe, as he did so, un- fortunately striking the trap door with his elbow, and causing it to fall with a crash. It was somewhat dark in the
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bell-because that little old sexton, Sandy McVie, is too lazy, suppose"
 Truman Bluford, generally known among his comrades as True Blue, was excitedly anrnnncing this dismal news to Rob Tripp ard Penney Cole, in his fathers store.
 "Tbere's no patriotism in Cherryfield. They've all forgotten how our fathers fought and bled," said Rob Tripp, who liked to read nothing but stories of bat tie, and meant to fight something when he grew up, if it were only Indians.
 Tt will be as still as Sunday, know. What is the Fourth of July, without a racket?" said Penney Cole, dejectedly.
 T tell you, boys, something ought to be done!" said True.
 That was what the boys liked about True. He was always ready to do some- thing. Older people were inclined to think he was little too ready to dc mischief, but the boys were generally ready to follow where True led the way.
 We might ring the church bell, said True.
 That wasn't much to do, Rob thought; it sounded rather tame. Still, it would oe run to wake the stupid Cherryfeld people out of the maps which they had no business to be having on Fourth of July morning, and startle the select men, who had decided that there should DC no ringing of bells.
 How could we get into the church?" asked Penney Cole, who was of prac- ucai turn of mind.
 Break in, of course" replied True, eoolly. You can't expect to have all that fun without-well, without hear Ing something about it afterward. We could break window in the porch; and when we once got hold of the rope, wouldn't we make people think the bell was bewitched! They'd blame Sandy nicNie for not being on the watch, too. U would be good joke on the old ras- .al. He's got us into enough trouble by telling of us."
 lrue's father was coming from the oack part of the store, so the boys low 'ieo their voices and walked quietly .u' at the door; while behind the coun- ' rom the stepping posture in which hao been measuring for himself . sanoh of molasses, arose Sandy McVie. ne looked after the boys, with all tke snrewd little wrinkles in his face draw "g themselves up into hard knots. good joke on the old rascal, eh ?" ne muttered. 'There's never any know .ng now joke may turn out, my fine ,enows! You're fixing Fourth of suiy celebration for yourselves that'Il " more than you bargained for if I'm not mistaken.'
 me boys went on, all unconscious na, Sandy McVie had been listener ne conversation that was certainly "o. intended for his ears. lt would be a good thing if we could ss' into the church without breaking a ,,.n ,M.naow'' said Penney Cole. There's n,ie Rose McVie now. Let's ask her "nere her father keeps the key" hanging on a nail in the closet, un- ei ms coat" replied the little girl, on 'elng questioned.
 Couldn't you get it for us, Rosy, and WI 'ei anybody know it. if we gave you
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The intention of fine renublica,

The intention of the republican members of the finance committee to hold their conference in New York be- hind closed doors is only another sug- gestion of how little there will be for the public in the entire currency re- form programme of the administration. Detroit Free Presa
The Forrest City times., 1899-06-30
Good Barbers.

In India the native barber will shave you while asleep, without waking you. so light is his touch.
The Forrest City times., 1899-06-30
Au n q | q GH GLORlOuSlh IF Ih>


 With bursting cracker and roaring gun He walked the neighbors. every one; He scaved the cat out of all her sense, And Lew the slats off the picket fence, And came to breakfast with one black eye, And said: "Hooray, for the Fourth Of
 July!'
 He ate with hurry and frantic haste, For never a minute had he to waste; Then out again to the fray he sprang And turned things loose with mighty
 "bangp
 He fizzed and spluttered and boomed and
 crashed,
 While dishes rattled and windows smashed; {; And when, all grimy and sore and lame. Torn and tousled. to lunch he came. On his swollen lips was the joyous cry: "Ain't I glad it's the Fourth of JulyP' All that day, till the twilight's close. The powder-Anoke from the garden rose; All day long. in the heat and dust. Little Adelbert banged" and bust" Till just as the shadows began to creep, He blew himself in a senseless heap. Burnt and blistered and minus hair They brought him fin for the doctors care; ; But late that night, he was heard to sigh: q wish every day was the Fourth of July!" Joe Lincoln. in l.. A. w. Bulletin.
The Bourbon news., 1899-11-17
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voyegc. They were too valuable to take
any chances with and one of them was
slightly lame from fall in his cramped
quarters on the steamer. To replace an
animal was also impossible, for fabu-
lous prices. were being offered for any
thing that ceuld by any possibility bear
a burden.
1hel- again, 1t was necessary to make
a careful search about the camp to see
if the man TarboX, mentioned in the
letter, had arrived yet. If they could
find him all would be plain sailing, and
be could pilot them back. There was
also a chance that the dead miners
brother might be even then on the spot.
But they found it a difficult task to
get any information. The population
of the camp was changing daily. No
one paused longer slan was absolute
ly necessary, and each was too busy
with his own affairs to take notice of
others.
Besides this, they were obliged to
avoid giving many details which might
perhaps have helped them, and at the
close of the second day Tom said, as
they sat in front of their tent, smok-
ing:
Its no use, Green. We might as we'll
be off and trust to luck. We can't ask
what we want 10 know without arous-
, ing suspicion and we'd better give it up.
The horses seem to be in pretty good
shape now and move we start off in
the morning"
Before his friend had time to reply
a woman's voice sounded clear and dis
! tinct through the darkness:
Help! Help!"
The two men sprang to their feet.
! Tom was a little in advance as they
dashed off in the direction Of the cries
and was first to arrive at q little open
ing, where a red-shirted figure was
holding a struggling form in his arms.
As he was nearly within striking dis
tance the female managed to free her
self, but instead of running away she
dealt the man a resOunding slap on the
cheek and painted:
"You big brute! You-you-"
What she would have added was lost
for the rufian, maddened by the sting
/ ing blow, raised his hand to strike her
He was too late, however, for just as
his fist was raised Tom dealt him a
straight right-hander that stretched
him on the ground at full length.
| ITO BE CONTINUED
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could do nothing but stand still. Each
second he expected to feel Green's hand
on his shoulder, and he was too con-
fused to think of any plausible story.
do they suspect me?"
This was the one thought that flashed
through his brain as he waited.
Hold on!" repeated Green, thrusting
his head into the tent. Take it easy
till | get the fire going. Doesn't need
but one Of u.s."
With a gasp of relief the mate
slouched his hat over his eyes and hur-
ried away from the spot as though a
ghost were pursuing him. He did not
stop until he had joined Bowers, who at
once noticed his disordered appearance,
and exclaimed:
whats up, pard? You look like yer
was scared ter death"
Hes here! | saw them just now"
whats that? Saw who?"
"Scott! And Green is with him!"
"And who the devil is Scott and
Green? Can't yer talk plain an not
stan thar splutterin' like yer was goin'
ter flop? What's the row, that's what
want ter know?"
BY this time the mate had found his
tongue, and he said, hurriedly:
Scott is the young chap l got the
papers from, and the other was second
mate of the vessel with me. We must
get out of this quick!"
Right We are. They must hev come
over from Skaguay on the boat yester-
day. 'Twouldn't do fer them ter see
yer 'roun here. They'd be on ter yer
racket. Chuck them clothes on that
boss, an let's light out. We've got ter
git big start on 'em, anyhow. 'Tain't
likely they'll start to-day"
Il don't see how they got here" said
Rider, as they started off through the
tents, leading their horses. Il took
every cent he had and don't believe
the second mate had much"
wall, they're here" replied his COM
panion, philosOphically ''an' of course
they're bound for that mine. He's
raised the stuff somehow. We've got
ter git thar first"
Half an hour later they had left Pyra-
mid harbor behind them, and were rid
ing along the trail as fast as they could
urge the pack horses, while Tom and
Green were discussing their rude break
fast, in blissful ignorance of how mar
rowly they had missed the man who
they fully believed 20 have already
reached the writer of the lost letter.
Although they were eager TO be off at
once, it was impossible to start.till the
horses had fully recovered from the sea
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81 don't know. He was alive the next

81 don't know. He was alive the next
morning"
Know who hit him?"
"No."
Then you're all right. aEG I'll Join
yer. But, see here, Rider, if that is your
name, there's one more TO this thar yer
think. You say there is one man up tC
the place now besides the cne tat was
10 come in after grub in the spring.
Now, why can't we run across this chap
on his way, anG-well, he must be taken
care of. Then We can go to the place
where the gold is and look after your
other friend. We shall have the whole
skootin match to ourselves then.
What's to prevent us stakin' out claims
and layin' round loose, then sellin' out
for big money when the rush comes?
It's wuth million apiece to US, mani"
But what about these men?" whis-
pered Rider.
Bah! Yer chicken! They'll never
be missed!'
You mean to murder them?"
''See here" said Bowers, don't you
be fool. This thing has got to be
managed right, an it's lucky yer took
me in. You'd spoiled the whole
racket. I'd like ter see yer work it
alone"
Riders heart failed him for an in
stant. but pull at the whisky bottle
revived his courage, and for another
hour the two conspirators continued to
plot against the lives and wealth of
their fellows.
They had decided to start at once on
their villainOus errand, and the follow
ing morning they were astir before day
light. They wished to avoid observation
as much as possible, and but few peo-
pie saw them as they loaded their
horses.
Bowers was attending to this, when
Obed Rider, who had been bringing the
goods to him, remembered that he had
left some articles to dry on a small
bush not far away, and hurried after
them
By this time it was broad daylight,
and fires were being started in the
stoves here and there. He was passing
close behind one of these when sudden
ly his heart seemed to leap into his
throat, for a voice he could not mistake
sounded clearly:
Hello, Green! You're up early! My!
Amt [ sleepy"
1t was Tom SCOTS voice, and the
mate stopped as though he had been
shot. Glancing furtively over his shoul-
der he saw the second mate in the act
of kindling a fire.
Even as the guilty man looked his
shipmate turned suddenly toward him
and started toward the entrance of the
tent, while Rider turned his head away.
but could not lift his feet from the spot.
Hold oni" said Green.
Rider dared not look up. He had been
taken so completely by surprise that he
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4 certain curate was of painfully
nervous temperament, and in conse-
quence was constantly making awk-
ward remarks-intended as compli-
ments-tO the bishop and others. Hav-
ing distinguished himself in an un-
usual degree during a gathering of
clergy at an afternoon tea at the bish-
ops palace, he was taken to task for
his failings by a senior curate, who was
one of his companions on the way
home. Look here, Bruce" said the
senior, decidedly, you're a donkey.
Why cannot you keep quiet instead of
making your asinine remarks? l am
speaking to you now as brother
Loud laughter interrupted him at this
point, and for moment he wondered
why.-Tit-Bits.
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TIE CHOOSING.

Laura will not be ''My Lady"-in her silks
and satns fine;
Ana the great but wait to wonder. and
-, tnelr dreSms of Love resign;
inoueh they offer gold and jewels-all that
Falner women crave,
Laura III be no rich mans darling-I,aura'U
be the poor mans slave!
Out! you dreamer" quoth the mother
ola IN years-by sorrow tried;
III you walk the worlds way, Weeping
x,,,,, Wnen the foctman bids you ride?
III you hloe you in hovel-go a beggar
to the grave?
Ou' upon the poor mans wooingi Who
would be the poor mans slave?
Heed you, lass. the words of wisdom ;
Let but Poverty appear
IN the door, and Love, affrigEted, flyeth
out the window, dear!
w ould you welcome thorns for roses, so to
cry when none can save?
Bitter bread the poor man brings you
Out upon the poor mans s.aver'
Does she listen? Teardrops glisten. Rut
she heedS no golden gleam:
IN the green heart of the meadows weighs
her Duty and her Dream.
Tramples all their gold and iewels-aIl tina t
Vainer women crave
Arms around the weeping mother: LET
me be the poor mans Slave!'
3 L. stanton, in Atlanta Constitution
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FORTRESS OF THE HEART.
An Impenetrable Shield That Gives
Way Only to the Trusted
Friend.

There is many a story in every hu-
man life that never is seen in print, and
even under our very eyes there are
often victories won and trials under
gone that we never know. No battle
ship was ever more thoroughly pro-
tected by it's armor of steel than is the
human heart by its physical covering.
Some people are more easily read than
others, but the most frank and open
countenance often shields it's secrets
and romances from other eyes. The
Englishman believes that mans house
is his castle. 1t is the universal belief
that a mans heart is his fortress.
There doors are shut that no guns or
machines of war can batter down; the
windows are impenetrable. Yet with
in, all may be bright and cheerful and
happy, and not ray of light reach the
outer world. Or the exterior may pre-
serve it's gay and careless appearance
when all within is dark and full of
mourning. No one can tell what is 60
ing on in any others breast. How
careful, therefore, should we be. A
single sharp word or thoughtless re-
mark may touch the quick and bring
untold pain.
But it is not always thus. Some day
there comes a time and a friend, for
whom the doors are thrown wide back
and the windows opened to the light.
There is full and free narration of all
that has gone on. 1t is good for the
heart, for the confession is light and
fresh air to the close and molding man
sion. There is joy, indeed, when a heart
finds a confidant to whom it can unbur-
den its joys and cares, and friendship
is strengthened, so that it seems it can
never be broken. But, alas! it is too
often the case that a word or deed
misunderstood causes the keeper of
the fortress to close it's doors and blind
its windows. This is the foolish way of
the world, instead of forgetting, for
giving, paying no attention to small
and trivial and unimportant things
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