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The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24
THE CORPSE RANG FOR ICE WATER

II. E. @. Bryant, better known as "Red
Buck" prints in Mondays Charlotte
Observer, this story of Butler "the
unique old negro bell-boy in the Cen
trail Hotel at C~harlotte":
1t was in the days of the late Eu-
gene Dawson hat Butler Jared worst.
Mr.. Dawson had a way of making life
miserable for hotel negroes and But
Ter was one of his pets. One night a
decade or more ago a corpse was left
at the Central over night. It came
from South Carolina and was depos-
tied in room 70, where it remained, all
alone, behind locked doors. Butler
was night bell boy as he is now, Mr..
Dawson had a room in the neighbOr-
hood of the dead body. He purloined
a key to the room and about 3 o'clock
in the morning when all was still and
at peace about the town and hotel Mr..
Dawson slipped into the room of the
corpse and rang the bell twice-for
ice water. Butler left his easy chair
in the back part of the office and
walked to the board to see what room
wanted ice water. When his eyes
dropped on "7O" his courage left him
and his limbs quaked. His eyes spread
and his mouth dropped open. He was
paralyzed from head to foot but when
he saw the sha. ? of a gown on the
wall at the head of the stairs and
heard a feeble voice say: "Ain't ye
goin' to fetch no water to seventy? 2"
all his strength came back and carried
him out the front door-half the door
going with him-and to his home in
Brooklyn. It was a week before he
could be persuaded to return to the
hotel. He argued that he would starve
before he would work where dead men
rung for ice water. People living
along East Trade tell, to this day, of
the strange noise hat Butler made as
he passed along that night. It was like
the singing of the wings of a fast-fy-
ing bat, wierd and uncanny.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24
KEEPING FRIENDS.

The less you exact of your friends
the more they will give you. FL,
yourself, give as richly and as nobIv
as you want to-of your love and Won,
confidence and your loyalty. Live IN
to your highest ideal of what a friend
should be (and the higher you make
the ideal the finer woman you will be-,
and the more friends will flock to you).
but never exact of your friends that
they shall give you more than they
choose easily to give. If someone you
love disappoints you-as many, many
more will do in days to come-do not
hold up your idea of what she should
be and do as a mirror in which to
count her imperfections. Let it pass,
if you can, with a little smile that may
be sad, but need not be at all %satirical.
And never be jealous of a friend, if
you want to keep one If anybody you
are fond of forms other friendships,
or seems to be engrossed with other
friends, do not let it make you I'M
happy; and, above all, never offer COM
ment upon her a~ll-too-evident neglect
of her old friends for new Ones.-La.
dies Home Journal.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24
ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN P1EDMOET.*

Avenge, o Lord, thy slaughtered
saints, whose bones
Lie scattered in the Alpine noun
tains cold;
Even them who kept thy truth so
pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipped
stocks and stones,
Forget not: in thy book record their
groans
Who were thy sheep, and in their
ancient fold
Slain by the bloody PiemOntese, that
rolled
Mother with infant down the rocks,
Their means
The wales redoubled to the hills, and
they
To Heaven. Their martyred blood
and ashes SOW
Ger all the Italian fields where still
doth sway
The triple Tyrant; that from these
may grow
A hundred fold, who, having learnt
thy way
Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
John Milton.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24
A CULTIVATED HEART

Two girls were talking ~.
They were young eager and ambiiti ~
and their talk was of persons WIZ
Succeeded" WHO bad
Finally, one of them exclaimo,
Enthusiastically: %
ooh, is there anything in the w..
finer than a cultivated brainw "'''
Her friend was silent a mono-,
then she answered slowly:
eyes, one thing-a cuIt;u.,
hearth" '
It was an echo of the old No..
"Keep thy heart with all diIipona,
for out of it r the issues of TfeS
Grange Bulletin.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24
DIR. BARROws AND THE BEARER.

While making arrangements for the
holding of the great congress of reli-
gions at Chicago, the Rev. DR.. John
Henry Barrows, president of Oberlin
College, had so much correspondence
that he decided to employ a stenog-
rapher. According to the Chicago
Record-Herald he did employ a pretty
young lady, who afterward figured in
an incident which that paper relates :
On the 14th of February, as the doc
tor was toiling away, his little son be-
came much excited over the sending
and receiving of valentines, and sud
denly thinking ofhis father, he pro-
posed that he and his mother send a
valentine up to the third floor.
"Wel," said Mrs. Barrows, ct is
very nice of you to remember father.
How would it do for me to write a
valentine and let you take it upw
The boy was delighted at the idea
and his mother wrote upon a sheet of
paper:
"Please kiss the bearer"
This she PLACED in an envelope,
which was sealed and addressed to the
doctor. The boy started up stairs, but
he had been running around a good
deal and his legs were weary. When
he reached the second floor he met the
pretty stenographer, who had started
out after postage-stamps or some
thing, and asked her if she wouldn't
be kind enough to hand the note to his
father.
She took the envelope, gave the
child a pat on the cheek and ran back
upstairs, where-perhaps prompted by
feminine curiosity-she waited while
DR.. Barrows opened his valentine and
read, in his wife's handwriting:
"Please kiss the bearer"
Here is where DR.. Barrows always
cuts the story of.-Literary Digest.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24

Now, indeed, is the heart of the bot
anist full. Especially is this true of
the beginner, to whom the commonest
flower viewed for the first time from
a botanical standpoint has suddenly
become imbued with an interest and
charm hitherto all unsupported. Thus
each becomes a golden nugget to be
stored away in the treasure vault of
knowledge. So the expert botanist,
whose scientific soul hungers for the
rare and therefore unfamiliar forms
of plant life, tramps over field and bog
and through woodland and swamp, tax
ing a deep and earnest pleasure in the
greetings of longtime friends, now
in a nOdding bit of color or again in
a fragrant breath waited to him by a
careless breeze, and bringing home but
a single plant Herewith counts him
self rich beyond measure. But the
tyro fills his vasculum and goes no
further than the boundary wall of a
waste pasture. The waste land is
waste to him no longer. Behold, it is
the garden of nature, and he, now
having eyes to see, wonders at the
blindness of the multitude.-COuntry
Life in America.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24
USES OF LUMBER IN CHINA.

In China, probably more wood is
used for collins than for any other
purpose. The collins are made of lum-
Der from 4 to 10 inches thick. It is
not a high estimate to say that from
5000, 900, 1000 to 10000, OOO,OO feet Of
lumber are annually thus utilized.
The great majority of houses are
built Of mud and bricks, or mud and
straw or millet stalks; very little lum-
Der is used. The roofs are made OF
either tiles or straw and mud.
Next to collins, the greatest use FOR
lumber in China is for boats. While
there are no statistics on the subject,
it is safe to say that the number OF
craft runs into the millions. The vast
coast line, the enormous rivers, the
wonderful canal systems of China are
all teeming with boats of every de-
scription, propelled by steam, sail, tow
line, or oars operated by both hand
and foot. Through vast areas OF
country, rivers and canals form the
only highways; in some sections, they
are more numerous than the common
roads in the most densely populated
agricultural districts of the United
States.-ConsuI II. B. Miller, Nlnch-
wang, China.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24
The HCme Circle.

Comes the blind Fury with the abb
horred shears, H..
And Sits the thin spun life, "But not
the praise"
Phoebus replied, and touched my
trembling ears:
"Fame is no plant that grows on NOR
tai soil,
Nor in the clustering foil
Set off to the world, nor in broad ru-
NOR lies,
But lives and spreads aloft by those
pure eyes
And perfect witness of aIl-judglng
JOve; :
AS he pronounces lastly on each deed
OF so much fame in Heaven expect
thy need"
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24

a plain schooIboy hand, and could
cipher 1 became his only clerk. But
still I had to work hard upstairs in
the factory, for the clerking took but
little time.
"You know how people moan about
poverty as being a great evil, and it
seems to be accepted that if people
had only plenty of money and we're
rich, they would be happy and more
useful and get more out of life.
GAS a rule, there is more genuine
satisfaction, a truer life, and more OBJ
tanned from life in the humble cot
tages of the poor than in the palaces
of the rich. I always pity the sons
and daughters of rich men who are at
tended by servants, and have govern
esses at a later age, but am~glad to re-
member that they do not know what
they have missed.
THE BLESSING OF POVERTY
"They have kind fathers and moth
ers, too, and think that they enjoy the
sweetness of these blessings to the full
est, but this they cannot do; for the
poor boy who has in father a constant
companion, tutor and model, and in
his mother-hoIy name-his nurse,
teacher, guardian angel, saint all in
one, has a richer, more precious for
tune in life than any rich mans son
who is not so favored can possibly
know. and compared with which all
other fortunes count for little.
cit is because 7 know how sweet and
happy and pure the home of honest
poverty is, how free from perplexing
care, from social envies and emula-
tions, how loving and how united its
members may be in the common inter
est of supporting the family, that l
sympathize with the rich mans boy
and congratulate the poor mans boy;
and it is for these reasons that from
the ranks of the poor so many strong,
eminent, self-rellant men have always
sprung end always must spring.
eff you will read the list of the I'm
mortals who were not born to de- you
VIII find that most of them have been
born to the precious heritage of pow
erty.
at seems, nowadays, a matter of
universal desire that poverty should be
abolished. We should be quite willing
to abolish luxury, but to abolish hon
est, Industrious, self-denying poverty
would be to destroy the soil upon
which mankind produces the virtues
which enable our race to reach a still
higher civilization than it now pos
sesses."
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24

That the following view of a wo-
mans situation and feelings after the
acceptable of a proposal of marriage
is not fantastic there will be many a
reader to testify. 1t appears in. "Con-
LESSONS of a Wife" in the May Cen
fury. The heroine writes to her ac-
cepted lover:
Dear, what have we done? Oh,
what have we done? Why did you
make me love you? I was quite happy
before. All my days rose and set in
peaceful casts and wests-gray and
rose in sunlight colors. Now [ am
caught up into a stormy sky, dashed
with scarlet and purple and fire, and
swept along-I don't know where, I
don't know why-carried away from
myself, as I used to dream that I
should be if I let myself out Of the
window, and did not fall, but were
taken up by the wind, and borne to the
tops of the elms-never any higher, so
as to be dangerous, but whirled along
over the heads of people, out of every
body's reach.
"Now, we are swept along together,
you and I, and [ am out of everybody's
reach but yours. And now that [ and
my dream are one, I am afraid of my
dream; and l am afraid of you. Why
did you love me? Why did you make
me, why did you let me, love you? For
you did-you know you did: you made
me do it. I didn't want to love you.
Haven't I entreated you, by every
look and word and tone these ten
weeks past, not to make me love you?
Ny heart has been a beggar at your
feet all the spring and summer, pray
ing to you not to let me love you. You
know it has. You are not a stupid
man. You knew [ didn's mean to love
you, Dana Herwin; or, if you didn't
know it, then I take it back, and you're
a stupid man, and you deserve to be
told so. Of course you know I had to
be decent and friendly, and I didn't
keep out of your way altogether. How
could I? If I hadn't been friendly
with you, that would have been telling.
Nothing gives away the secret of a
girls heart quicker than that-not to
dare to be friends with a man. She
might as we'll propose to him and done
with it, [ think. Of course I had to
treat you prettily.
"But I didn't want to love you this
way, not this way. I didn't want to
marry you. I never thought of such
a dreadful thing! And I wish you to
understand, sir, that it is very disa-
greeable to me to think of it now. I
will be honest with you at the begin
ming of everything. IF a woman is
honest with herself and her love, she
must be honest with the man she loves.
And [ tell you, sir,-for it is the truth,
and I've got to tell you,-if I could
unlove you I would do it this minute,
and stand by the consequences"
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24
THIS WORLD Is ALL A TLEET1Ee SHOWS

This world is all a feeting show,
For mans illusion given;
The smiles of Joy, the tears OF woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful low
There's nothing true but Heaven!
And false the light on glory's plume,
AS fading hues of even;
And love and hope,and beauty's bloom
Are blossoms gathered for the tomb
There's nothing bright but Heaven
Poor wanderers of a stormy day,
From wave to wave we're driven,
And fancy's flash and reasons ray
Serve but to light the troubled way
There's nothing calm but Heaven!
Thomas Moore.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24

Senator Hoar received word that q
friend who was supposed to have aP-
pendicitis was really suffering from
acute indigestion. The New York III
bune says the Senator from MasSachu-
sets made this reply:
"That is good news. [ rejoice tha'
the trouble lies in the table OF con-
tents rather than in the appendix"
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24
The Early Struggles of Andrew Carnegie.

Six or seven years ago Andrew Car
negie, the millionaire philanthropist,
wrote for the Youths Companion an
article on GLOW l Served Ny Appren-
ticeship as a Business Man." The ar
ticle has been recently brought to our
attention again, and from it we make
the following extracts that we think
will be of interest to Progressive
Farmer readers:
"The eldest son of parents who were
themselves poor, I had, fortunately, to
begin to perform some useful work in
the world while still very young, in
order to earn an honest livelihood, and
was thus shown even in early boyhood
that my duty was tt assist my parents,
and like them become, as soon as pos
sible, also a bread-winner' in the fami-
~. What I could get to do, not what
/ desired, was the question.
"When I was born my father was a
well-to-do master-weaver in Dunferm-
line, Scotland. He owned no less than
four damask looms and employed APP
prentices. This was before the days of
steam factories for the manufacture
of linen. A few large merchants took
orders and employed 'master-weavers,'
such as my father. to weave the cloth,
the merchants supplying the materials.
Gas the factory system developed,
handloom weaving naturally declined,
and my father was n of the sufferers
by the change. The first serious lesson
of my life came to me one day when he
had taken in the last of his work to
the merchant and returned to our lit
tie home greatly distressed because
there was no more work for him to do.
l was then just about ten years of age,
but the lesson burned into my heart,
and I resolved then that the wolf of
poverty would be driven from our
door some day if I could do it.
"BETTER FOR OUR BOYS
"The question of selling the old
looms and starting for the United
States came up in the family council,
and / heard it discussed from day to
day. 1t was finally resolved to take
the plunge and join relatives already
in Pittsburg. I we'll remember that
neither father nor mother thought the
change would be otherwise than a
great sacrifice for them, but that 1T
would be better for u two boys
"In after life, if you can look back
a S I do and wonder at the complete
surrender of their own desires which
parents make for the good of their
children, you must reverence their
memories with feelings akin to wor-
ship.
"Arriving in Allegheny City, four of
us-father, mother, my younger broth
Ell and myself-father entered a cot
ton factory. / soon followed and served
as a 'bObbin boy and this is how I be-
gan my preparation for SUBSEQUENT
apprenticeship as a business man. /
received one dollar and twenty cents
a week, and was then just about twelve
years old.
Il cannot tell you how proud I was
when 1 received my first weeks earn
ings. One dollar and twenty cents
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24
FAME

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit
doth raise
(That last infrmity of noble mind)
To scorn delights and live laborious
days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope
to find,
And think to burst out into sudden
blaze,
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24

made by myself and given to me be-
cause I had been of some use III the
world! No longer entirely dependent
upon my parents, but at last admitted
to the family partnership as a contrib
uting member and able to help them!
/ think this makes a man out of a boy
sooner than almost anything else, and
a real man, too, if there be any germ
of true manhood in him. 1t is every
thing to feel that you are useful.
Il have had to deal with great sums.
Many millions of dollars have passed
through my hands. But the genuine
satisfaction J had from dat one dol
lar ard twenty GEMS outweighs any
subsequent pleasure in money-getting.
1t was the direct reward of honest,
manual labor; it represented a week
of very hard work, so hard that but for
the aim and end which sanctiied it,
slavery might not be much too strong
a term to describe it.
"For a lad of twelve to rise and
breakfast every morning, except the
blessed Sunday morning, and go into
the streets and find his way to the
factory, and begin work while it was
still dark outside, and not be released
until after darkness came again in the
evening, forty minutes interval only
being allowed at noon, was a terrible
task.
HE DREAMs-AND is HAPPY!
But l was young and had my
dreams, and something within always
told me hat this would not, could not,
should not last-I should some day get
a better position. Besides this, l felt
myself no longer a mere boy but quite
"a little man. and this made me happy.
"a change soon came, for a kind old
Scotsman, who knew some of our rela-
tives, made bObbins and took me in his
factory before [ was thirteen. But
here for a time it was even worse than
in the factory, because I was set to
fire a boiler in the cellar, and actually
to run the small steam engine which
drove the machinery. The firing of
the boiler was all right, for fortunate
ly we did not use coal, but the refuse
wooden chips, and / always liked to
work in wood. But the responsibility
of keeping the water right and of run
ming the engine, and the danger of my
making a mistake and blowing the
whole factory to pieces, caused too
great a strain, and I often awoke and
found myself sitting up in bed through
the night trying the steam-gages. But
| never told them at home that [ was
having a hard tussle.' No! no! every
thing must be bright to them.
This was a point of honOr,for every
member of the family was working
hard except, of course, my little broth
er, who was then a child, and we were
telling each other only all the bright
things. Besides this, no man would
whine and give up-he would die first.
"There was no servant in our family,
and several dollars per week were
earned by the mother by binding
shoes after her daily work was done!
Father was also hard at work in the
factory. And could 1 complain?
PROMOTED TO CHIEF CLERK
"My kind employer, John Hay, peace
to his ashes soon relieved me of the
undue strain, for he needed some n
to make out bills and keep his ac-
counts, and finding hat I could write
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24

We have every one of us a big world
in ourselves to reclaim from evil. We
a do it, but it will need courage as
well as patience, and in trying to over
como evil in ourselves, we may come
to have a broader charity for our fell
low mOrtals. Crust and try are a
knights SOPHISTICATED.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24

A Judge, in remanding a criminal
called him a scoundreL. The prisoner
replied: "Sir, I am not as big d
scoundrel as your honor"-here INC
culprit stopped, but finally added
"Etakes me to be-" "Put your Woro'
closer together" said the judge
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24

mos. 53. 81, IS, of our series of the Worlds
Best Poems, arranged especially for THE Pro
GREssIVE FARMER by the editor. In this
series selections from the following authors
nave already appeared: Burns, Bryant. Mr. and
Mrs Browning, Lord Byron, Campbell, Eugene
E1eld, Goldsmith, Leigh Hunt, Holmes, o mar
fHSnuSyyam, kipltng, Lampman, Lanier, Long
AellOW, Lowell, Markham, Macaulay.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1902-06-24

Col. Odds: There is general comn9n'
on the cIeanness of the crops ana 'n0
garden-like appearance of most tarnl''
Der Nordstern. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1874-1931, 1902-02-06
Gin uatiDnales Mtttel.
l1nb feline wnuoeruoQe Wirfun9.
@ito sensmmen uaa sutem stod nllo
tuirb blaues 8lut In Gure Mbern
brinsen.

Wir uebmen m, baB Cure gei1merbe BON
elmer franfen 9eber, Nieren, Wta9en ooer Sins
seweibeH itammt, nnb bab lie ben betlenoen
Gi9eni6aften bes @aScarine anbeim9e9eben
lit. Serropfuns, nnperbauli6felt, Sldbun9,
Ma9en: Satarrb, Spspepl,e, f%olternoes Topfs
web, Eiidenmeb, S6rpinoei unb ALE Trant
beiten, bic perurIa6t meroen our6 tranlen
unb untbGtl9en 2uitanb Der Niereu, 2eber,
bes Wa9ens nnb Der Gingewei6e, nerben pos
iitiu fir INNER 9ebeilt burd btes number
bare Wittel rSaScariue". 6ra9t Sbr, ma
rum mir nit FOLDER Side,beit ipr.den ton:
nen2 Yie mir bies milen2 Bon ben ptelen
Sauleuben, melde barunten l,tten unb Gas:
carine als Wittel ba9eseu sebrau9t baben.
Ni6t in einem ein5i9en Sale bat es et,te poQ-
ltGnb'ge Seilun9 perfeblt. Sbr mo9t piel=
lei6t lagen: mein Sau lit uerl6ieoen; er 1T
al nett por9el6ritten. SD babe anbere Wtt
tel benz Subeno aebrau6t unb murbe pon
eiuem Doctor nod benz anoeren bebanoelt,
aber a0es bat nl6ts 9ebolfen. Ste tonnen
in meinem Sale ni6t ii6er lein. @Htl6ul
bi9t nns mir Iasen, mir f0Hueu, unb mir
%bebaupten bies, neil mir bunberte Sale, Die
eerabe 70 i6limm uno nod i6ltmmer oils Die
@urigen rparen, SG0e. III oenen Der Srante
anfeeeebem mltrbe ais iolder Der nurrnebr
ben Sob Al erlparten braubt. UNI pom ieinem
2eiben erlOit gu wsrben, aufsdblsu fOnuen,
in benen .9ascarine" Seiluns bradte. Oa
ber iasen mir: Gascarine miro Sud seiunb
MAIDEN.
@ascarine lit Elm natur!i1es Wittel, benz
Jtaturseies semdB prdparirt, unb es bat fel
ne unnatiirli6en @irtunsen. gs peruria6t
benz belifateiten Masen ntdt bic serin9lte
StOruns unb fneift ME. @s belorSt ietne
munberbaren Sellun9en, obne bic 9erin9ite
llnbequemli1feit ober Storun9 benz Yatien.
ten gu brinseu. &auft beute nod cine Sla
l1e pom Gurem @potbefer. Seilung ga:
rantirt ODER @elo 3uriidertattet. soc.
8ebrioer 8ea & Co., Wiuneapolis.
Qouispiue unS Stem 0orf.