The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1902-02-14
After Hot Pursuit of Fraud, Will
liam Is Taking a R3st,
NOTHING DOING IN POLITICAL ARENA.
As a Change Of Program bartoH Man
Writes Interestingly Of a New
Liar Who overtops Baron
Munchausen.

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a time Of 10 in taking care Of myself.
For a month past have been perplex-
ed and burdened with a correspond
ence that / could not avoid. / have
answered more than a hundred let
tiers concerning the Monticello fraud,
but that trouble is now about over,
and once more l am calm and serene.
Il was a most marvellous enterprise. |
Nothing equal to It has ever occurred |
In the south One woman writes that |
she has written over eleven hundred |
letters. The area covered by it and /
The victims who suffered Is astound-
ing. My correspondents are all wo.
men, dependent, struggling women.
and they fieck the land from West Vir
ginia to western Texas. learn that
Monticello has surrendered and as
signed, which means, of course, that
the army Of these agents will have to
surrender and be resigned. Blessed
are they who expect nothing, for they
shall not be disappointed.
Just now there seems to be a lull
In the eXcitements that have agtated
the press and the public for some
time past. The negro has almost re-
tired from discussion and is the same
unconcerned creature he has always
been. Professor Stone, who has been
studying them in Mississippi, says that
in the delta where they constitute 81
per cent Of the population they are
more contented, more industrious and
more law-abiding than in any region
that he has visited. Maybe Bishop
Turner is right and they can take care
Of themselves if left to themselves.
But my philosophy is, let the problem
alone and let it work out its own solu-
ton. 1t may take twenty years, it may
take fifty, but it will solve itself.
Politics, too, is somewhat tired and
in dormant condition. The country
has ceased to make much ado over
the antics and romantics of the new
president, and is just waiting to see
what he will do next. He is a Sphinx.
He is going to do what he thinks is
right, but the trouble is, he thinks
wrong too often. He is what yor
might call finiky. When man is fin
Ky he is fniky-that's all. The word
is not in the dictionary and has no de-
finition Finiky is finiky.
Well, our state politics has subsidized
for a time The pot boiled over a
first, but has simmered down, and We
are not making as many governors
and other officers as we did before
Christmas. l don't feel very anxious
about the next governor, for will
those who are in the field we CAM
hardly make a mistake. AS Cob
would say, Its all optionary with me-
There is nothing left hardly to fus
and fume about except the Atlanta de
pot. This is enduring stock. l hav
not been in Atlanta since last Marcl
and l am not going until they bull,
a new depot. Nevertheless, we still
have the usual amount of horrors an
wrecks and homicides. 1t takes a.
the big type to keep the head line
going. Forty years ago there neve
was displayed head line nor the pie
ture of a woman in newspaper. Tn
Richmond Wing and The National II
telligencer did not even have a captio
to their editorials. You had to read
to find out what the article was abou
Now we glance at the heading an
read nothing else, and as for the pi
lures we old men can't tell the diffe
ence between Lydia Pinkham and tn
belle Of Frogtown.
But the mothers and their childre
are still left us. I was ruminatin
about the books we boys had to rea
in the olden time and how they ha
disappeared and gone out Of prih
There was the Arabian Nights" ar
Robinson Crusoe" and "Gulliver
Travels" and Baron Munchausen" p
ali were made up lies, but the bigg
the lies, the better we liked them, fl
children are all imaginative, and Il
little stories of Jack, the Giant Ki
er" and Jack and the Bean Vine" al
cinderella" have to be told over al
over again to the little ones befo
they go to bed. There are two lit
ones that have put to sleep many
night repeating these same old storiC
But the Baron Munchausen" type
lies passed Away, although it we
through many editions, and l ha
seen nothing like it until recent
when l received a little book Gale
I'm Something of a Liar Myself, pl
lished in London and New York a
manufactured by Baron Devote,
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