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The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18

fram von Eschenbach is, many think, the greatest imaginative work in German lit- erature As retold by Richssd Wagner it Is admirable in it's constant emphasis of reverence due to the sublime subject, and this emphasis is strikingly conveyed in Mir. Buckles version. "Parsifal' was the last work of Wagner's poetical. as we'll as musical genius. an dis believed by many to be his loftiest achievement. As regards the unfolding of spiritual ob. ject it Is certainly SO. The medieval legend of the Holy Grail has a signifi- canoe as modern and universal as that of the Bible itself. This new English text Is more than mere translation; it Is poetic paraphrase told in blank verse. We welcome it as a further means of popularizing an immortally sacred story, yet without detracting. as some think that the performance of "Parcifal' in America may do. from the reverentiaI atmosphere which assuredly surround any attempt in a theater to represent the holy communion.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18
THE GREAT BLACK DIAMOND.
BY HoRAT1o 1ANsFoRD KING.

I was in Cairo when first heard the story of the Great Black Diamond, which was told to me by a swarthy, chubby fakir who strode into my presence on a wooden stump of a leg as l sat in my doorway looking out over the Nile at sunset. And nothing would do but that he sit down and impart to me a project, which. once successfully carried out, would land us both on the Island of For tune.' I will not deny that, perhaps tho I did not reveal the fact, I was some- what interested as well as being comfort ably amused, and stretching my legs out before him, which. by the by, are of credible length. I smoked my briar pipe and nodded my head now and then as a sign that I was an attentive listener. He rubbed his greasy. fat hands together when he talked and when he broke out impetuously:
 The Black Diamond! You could buy the whole of Cairo with it-by Allah you could!' his black. dog-llke eyes glittered and he thumped his wooden stump on the cobblestones right smartly to give force to his argument.
 Still" I returned, ''my friend, that would not be much. Cairo? What is it but a nest of starving mongrels and out casts that eat up what they have today and sleep out the morrow?'
 He threw up his hands with a contemp- tuous air.
 "oh, 1t would do that. maybe: then maybe 1t wouldn't But then how would you like to own even Cairo, eh?''
 I smiled blandly and pulled down the brim of my hat.
 You force your point well; give me more of your story. I will listen.''
 He paused, looked up and down the little street, then glanced over my shoul- der into the room beyond.
 "I will tell you. You have heard of the Mines of Solomon?
 I answered in the affirmative.
 But you have not heard of the Mines of Cleopatra. the great Egyptian Queen, and her great black diamond which she wore and glittered like a monsters eye on her breast: and the one which An- thony held between his eyes and said that 1t would buy all the souls of Rome. Well, out in the heart of this mighty desert that surrounds us there Is a mountain. It stands alone as a sentinel guarding vast waste. In its granite depths lies the tomb of Cleopatra and the Great Black Diamond is with her. It was buried with her there ages and ages ago. Do you believe a stranger"
 I shook my head; 1t was impossible.
 "So! he said 'T thought as much. But when I show you the chart of the secret mines ana tHo e"i4io' "not ]Aon And running his left hand up his right sleeve he produced a yellow parchment like roll, brown with age. It was made
 Instantly recognized 1t as being an ancient document My long study of Egyptian hieroglyphics enabled me to Identify its nature immediately, and springing to my feet. exclaimed:
 where did you get that-know you what it reads?"
 It was his time to smile blandly, and turning on me. said;
 T, your lOrdship, am but an humble boatsman on the Nile. but 1t so behooves and and nossess in after ages what the Queen Cleopatra has left At first. was Ignorant of It's meaning, but now-be 1t AIah's will again-I know"
 I laughed
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18
With Makers an0 Lovers of Literature
COLUMN OF
 THE "BUMTOWN DIATRIBE'

rial parlor, and putting his arn Y around the pole. insists on its going immediately with him to Doc Smiths. The bad booze sold in this town always makes old '-an Bivens think the pole Is man who has been badly cut in a scrap: and We think Mir. Poe had the same sort of linlluc;na- tion. though We hope on better liquor.
 Year before last a man ca. ,c through this town selling lightning-rr, Is: the next year, he had line of !.vmn-5 Jol;s; and this year. he had a work he pragse on nightly, called Every Mar His own Physician;" ard he gave us copy for a haif-column ad. If that ma" ever comes to this town again. we shoo- him on sight. Our wife got hold of the book. which. unknown to us. contained a pre- scription for inebriety, to be given in coffee without the victiuts knowledge. We felt ourselves growing less and lees peart day by day, and losing our natural appetite: but on yesterday. we arse earlier than usual, discovered the cause az cur wife was preparing OUT hii:nble meai--and now we are ready for trouble. We nave as much respect for Holy Writ as any man. but even if that fellow is selling Bibles on his next trip, he had best look to himself.
 When old Grandfer Jackson piped out. he gave us. with an admonition to read 1t carefully. an old leather-bound book called "Young's Nights Thoughts" We have read the book, and we have decided that its philosophy Is entirely impractical. We have night thoughts, all right. but they are mostly to devise ways and means to kep the sheriff from levyig on our press the next morning.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18
LIVED TILL HIS WIFE ARRIVED
Crushed by an Engirs Young Broke. man Sent for Her and Expired
 iYN TYAr AFf1Al

 A pathetic scene took place in the ao- ctdent ward of the Lincoln Hospital lase evening, when Robert Russell, is yeeTs old. a brakeman of e36 Southern BOnIe- ward. died in the arms oR his wife. wh0 had been summoned to the hospital, after Russell had been taken there from the Mott Haven yards, where he had been crushed under an engine. His only wish when taken to the hospital was that he might like to see his wife.
 Russell was employed on the Suburban Branch of the New York, New Haven and Hartford Railroad. He had been riding in the cab of a switch engine which was running slowly, and had started to jump to the ground, when he clipped and fell on the rails. The wheels passed over his body, crushing him horribly. Russell did not lose consciousness. When the engineer and several fellow brakemen rushed to his assistance he spoke to one of them and said:
 ''Cso get the little wife, Jack: and you fellows pray with me that may live to see her"
 "Jack' was starting away as hard as he could run when a policeman arrived and shouted after the brakeman to take Mrs. Russell to the Lincoln Hospital. Then he ran himself to summon an ann bulance. Mrs. Russell arrived at the hospital about five minutes later than her husband, and was promptly taken to the accident room. Russell lay on cot dying fast. but his eyes were turned toward the door. When his wife entered, a smile lighted up his face and he tried to hold out his mangled arms to her.
 life can live only a few minutes" the doctor whispered in Mrs. Russell's ear
 Approaching the cot Mrs. Russell took her husbands head in her arms and kiss cd him. He smiled again and said faint ly:
 Goodbye. sweetheart: I'm going to sleep now"
 A moment later he was dead. with the smile lighting up his features.
 We doubt not that in every issue of the large daiIies and in almost every issue of every paper published in our republic Is a similar story of heroism, love and devo- tion. These were plain men-a day laborer, a surfman. brakeman--but each man, hero, a loving, dutiful, self forgetting man; one son, another a husband who was still lover loving and beloved: the other a white man risklng life to save negroes who were strangers but who were men. In this day of bitter controversies, of fierce financial strug- gles, of harsh labor strikes and much to make good men sad and loving men des- pair, It Is well to see the other side of this complex but notable nature which in some true and real sense is created in the likeness of Jehovah. It Is a glorious world in which we live; it is a magnificent era in which we share the fortunes and labors of our race; and it is a loving, tolI- ing, heroic race of which we are mem- bers.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18
RIGHT TO KEEP HOGS.
of Georgia Begius Litigation Designed to Carry Case to
 Supreme Court

Smith of Georgia BegiuS Mitigation
 Designed to Carry Case to
 Supreme Court.
 1or,a Ga. apecial to New York Times.
 Havinx0set at naught the decrees or every court in Georgia, John Smith; tne sturdy Roman who has made such Ssne fight in defense of what he con siders his right to keep his hogs within the c,tv limits or wherever else seems good to him. was this morning sentenc- ed to serve thirty days in Jail TOT again hresIinr the city ordinance which puts inc han on swine within the precincts Of the city.
 smith accepted his sentence in the same spirit with which he has met his series of defeats, in his effort to prove the ordinance illegal. He made good his threats to take his fight to the United States Supreme Court or The Hague, if necessary, by announcing that he had al- ready begun proceedings in the Federal Court for the Northern District of Geor- gia, on the plea ef restraint of liberty.
 If the district j&dge decides against him he intends to apAeal to every court that will hear him.
 Smith. though a unique character. is a man of wealth and influence. He believes he has right to keep his hogs where he pleases. and says that he has $15. 900 to spend in proving that right. He de- nounces the judges of the -ate courts as set of fools, and says he will yet prove that they are. what he thinks them.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18
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advertisement for the author of the un- signed MS. left at their offices in a red box, the title of this book needs to be explained. It has no bearing whatever on the storn in itself. which has nothing of the mystery in 1t which the title sug- gests. but Is simply a good stout exam pie of the school of romance. A hint of the time and place of It's action-England in the days of Charles l.; of the valorous young squire who loves not where his stern father would have him; of the charming damsel. also possessed of an obdurate parent who has his own plan for her future-and the imaginative read CT will be able to anticipate the enter tainnent provided In the adventurous pages of this anonymous author.
 Parsifial: A Mystical Drama-This ex- qusitely printed volume is a timely pub lication in view of the production of 'Parsifal' on the very secular stage of the Metropolitan Opera House, New York city. The grand old poem by Vol
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18

c. K. Chesterton. That Mir Chesterton has made an impression by the brilliant criticism of the work of Browning is in him by the literary public of Ameri- ca, as well as England. The first impress sion that he made. was almost startling; for attention was Instantly arrested by his Illuminating work on many of Brown ing's. too many, obscure passages. Now Illuminating is what Mir. Norman Hap good in Golfers Weekly thinks MT. Chesterton Is not. He says, Brilliant you might call him, unless you choose to reserve that word for something more genuinely artistic or more surely illum- mating" Clever is what he comedies Mr Chesterton to be- as is understood in the word smart" which he yields to the uses of fashionable society Par. To say that such a helpful critic as MT. Chester ton is a right clever chap, may imply some lack of appreciation and some lack of dignified respect for the subject. If Mir. Hapsood did not go on to say, For readers in search of penetration and the gleam of quick wits. he is . great find" we should be disposed to take umbrage at his clever estimate-for penetration is the surest characteristic of MT. Chester tons discussion of Browning's thought It Is so evident in his review of his sub
 
 serve. and the inattentive to listen; and, too the unappreciative to admire. We would be led to believe that MT. Ches- terton has not true insight, that he lacks the depth that he seems to have as H. lustrated in Hawthorne's beautiful meta phor: Somewhere. giving the impress sion of a simple but far reaching na- ture, tells how the pebbles at the bot tom of hmpid pool are further from us than they look" In short, we would be led to value MT. Chesterton for his "shine" as his critic expressed 1t, than for his power. This brings to mind the tendency, at one time, to regard Tenny- son as primarily superficial and conven- tionaf." and quoting from W. P. Trent, thought" Is rather wide of the mark. MT. Trent tells us that both MT. Brooke and MT. Chesterton are agreed demand ing poetry from Browning. not philoso- phy. or theology, or utilitarian interpre- tations of art and conduct. Both wish to read Browning primarily for aesthetic pleasure. and save, indirectly for moral and intellectual profit. This may be the explanation of what MT. Hapgood char acteriEes as a series of flashes. For the sake of contrast, MT. Hapgood has made this criticism-he introduces us to one of the finest writers in America to-day. and yet his name is unknown to nine teen out of every twenty who read these lines.
 Mir. George Santayana. This authors Interpretations of Poetry and Relig- ion.' is thus exampled as written by poet in fact as we'll as in comprehension a philosopher in all senses of the word, a man who is enabled by culture. as we'll as by insight and instinct, to walk as a friend among the masterpieces of all
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18

As captive bird doth long its wings to try So doth my yearning spirit sigh Sometimes to roam.
 But content must be. wonder why! Always at home.
 O pIantIve, restless heart, bs still. be
 still. Know that 1t is thy fathers will Thou here should stay. And the full measures Of Dis purpose nll' Tho others stray.
 The life is his appointing. He doth know The cares that press, yearnings that grow Within thy breast. Thy lot is lowly. but he meant It so: Then be at rest.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18
ed Tips From
 A Critics Culver.

thought of that class of scientists, wbe believe that there Is no conflict between the doctrine of evolution and religion.
 Mrs. Aiden's Mara" will bs warndns against Mormonism.
 There may be some boys and giris v1o will welcome two moro exciting histor1pa1 stories from Hsnty's pen. After hiB dea1h these two stories were found. Ono e c the march of the allies to Pelkin. the c<ner of the British campaigns in India an4 Africa.
 Miracles are what the uninformsd ned to give them the grasp upon the expiana~ tions of natures miracles in co far ae they are known to man.
 "A History of Christianity from q. Paul to Phillips Brooks is toe ssctnrzaa to accomplish wide purpose It h wrse. ten with spirit too narrow to permit q its being helpful in the general study oS church history.
 The Flower Beautiful: whak te 60 with beautiful flower. so as to reaiise all fts beauty. is distinctly shown in this book. both by instruction and illustratiou.
 '-rhe Open Door," by Henry Van Dyka "A Notable Book"
 Mir. Arthur T. ouiiisr-Coueh has wrst. ten the true story of Wesley's brslIIzuk sister, Hetty.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18

large barges were driven on shore and
 thousands wont from Norfolk to zee tlla
 wrecks. Here there is . life-savinx eta-
 ton and one of the men stationed there
 Is surfman William Capps. We reprint the simple telegraphic account of his as- ton:
 The rescue of the rennaininr three ne. groes of the crew by Surfman Wfiliafn Capps of Sea Tack Station was one of the most heroic acts in the history of the surfmen on the virginia coast. "Capps, while two miles from any other human being and patrolling his stretch between the stations. saw one negro over | 100 yards off shore in the roaring surf. Without a moments consideration of the ] peril he was facing. he stripped and plunged into the sea, that was already a seething mass of wreckage from the
 barges, and after a haif-hour battle, sim i gle handed, brought the unconscious man | ashore.
 He had not recovered his breath before
 he discerned through a rift in the spume another form, and once more he went into | the surf.
 'This time, by reason of his exhaustion.
 his struggle was a harder one. but he
 eventually succeeded in saving the negro. Placing both men under the lee of cliff 1 he started back to the station to give the alarm when he saw the third kegro in the
 waves and for third time plunged in and brought an unconscious man ashore. "Capps did not cease his work until all three men had been cared for at the eta.
 ton. and at midnight he resumed his reg
 ular trick at patxoliing the storm-sweps coast"
 | Tn the same paper among the ordinary | local items was an account of the power \ of human love to stay even death itseK until the cravings of the loving heart | found rest. The story as told by scIna
 nameless reporter is worthy of preserves | tion:
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18

The Monar ., Billionaire-A crude at tempt to use fiction as a vehicle for pro- pagandist theories.
 My Friend Annabel Lee-A Japanese image which she christens Annabel Lee. and with whom she holds a ser.es of rambling. pointles< conversations. Is the highest flight of Mary McLane's imagi- nation in her latest modest offering to the public. The book irreslstably sue gests the Shakespearean quotation. Fall of sound and fury, and signifying nothing
 The Maids of Paradise-A tale of the Franco-Prussian War which shows close study of the subject. The realism of some of the battle scenes of some Of the pictures of army life fairly equals that of Zola's famous "Debacle." Throughout the romance IS stirring and exciting.
 The Ms. in Red Box-To those who have not already heard of the publishers
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18
CONFETTI A GoDHEAD. "Abut Thesseus. Bacchus Venit

By Leonora Beck Ellis. On sun spent sands of Naxus. lapped harsh in grief, bereft, Sleeps she whom love and lover witt taunting hope, have left. Dark Envy. thou. not pity, straight dost my heart bethrall A God: O, Oriadne. comes not to waken all Sherman has given this little song the atmosphere of the Bait Whatever be our station, with Providence for guide, sich fine circumstances ought to make us satisfied. For the world Is full of roses, and the roses full of dew, And the dew is full of heavenly love that drips for me and you
 James Whitcomb Riley. If you loved only what were worth your love.
 Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you; Make the low nature better by your throes! Give earth yourself, go up for gain gain above. Browning.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18

You cannot polish highly stone that is not hard enough to resist being polished From The Mettle of the Pastures To meet Abe Lincoln as u poverty stricken" infant, as we do in Round Anvil Rock is to be surprised and de- cided feeling of strangeness--for it is hard to think of Abraham Lincoln as a babe. Dr. Crandall has given us in How to Keep We'll" the best information that he could give us, viz: simple treatments for the common ailments.
 Mir Mover makes us wonder. not only at sleep itself. but at the many things which have been thought and said about sleep. His compilation in .'The witchery of Sleep Is wonderful.
 What an exquisite book '"rhe Song of the Cardinal" Beautiful pictures, beau tiful binding. beautiful printing, beauti- full story.
 Polished, picturesque, typical and frank narratives of Western life." Bret Harte. f.tf What a picture of innate depravity, in Mir. stuart's The Samaritan" If Chris tian Scientists will read this book, with out bias, they will be convinced that there Is such thing as evil.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18
TODAY.

Upon John Ruslin's writing desk
 slab of chalcedony lay, And on it, cut in careful script.
 The word Today" Honored of all, a wondrous man,
 And held a prophet in his way, He let Tomorrow bide its time.
 And used Today" Upon the tablet of the will
 How good to write the selfsame way, Putting off tomorrow's uses by
 The word Today" Harriet Prescott Spofford in St. Nicho.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18
''IN THE IMAGE or GOD
 CREATED HE HIM g
L Lexington (Ky.) Herald.

Lexington (Ky.) Herald.
 Sometimes a friend in a good-natured way ''pokes fun" at The Herald both for it's habitual optimism and it's admiration of the age fin which we live. The writer smiles at the friend and his effort to make sport of these views and continues to be an optinist and to feel and express his growing admiration of the spirit of this heroic and progressive era.
 By mere accident we picked up a New York paper and rather lazily ran our eye over its columns, and among other items we find these:
 A plain day laborer named John Conroy, as he was hurrying through his days la- Dor near sundown, by no fault of his, fell through an open shaft and broke his back; he was carried to the hospital, and on being asked his name and number he gave a false number and wrong name When he was informed that his death was only few hours of. he asked that pains be taken to notify sister but not any one else, and explained that his mother, an aged woman. was then on her death bed and he feared the shock of a sudden of his fatal accident and ap- death would be fatal to her and for this reason in his agony he had yet love and pity strong enough to think of the plan to give a false name and num- Der until his sister could be sent for by A and his mother not informed, His sister came and death also came, and the day 1aborer was sent to the morsue: but who doubts where that heroic and loving soul found its true home?
 Some days ago terrific storm ragged on
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18
A QUIET LIFE

A QUIET LIFE. A quiet life is mine. all closed about, can go neither in or out As others go.
 Within my daily path no flowers sprout Nor sun-beams glow. look far out onto the oceans breast And watch the white sails on its crest Tossing SO free. Whilst I at anchor here must ever rest, No strange lands see. lift mine eyes to the hills around Towering with beauteous verdure
 crowned In sunlight there
 Whilst I must tread for aye the valleys
 ground In shadow here bend mine ear. and OCT the way to me Comes strains of music and of glee From stately halls Whilst 1 must dwell within the minstrelsy Of cottage walls.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18
IN POETIC REALMS
 OF FACT AND FANCY
SURF MUSIC

All day heard along the sandy shore me melancholy music of the sea A"e ne Seen rooed choir of Ocean sing to Chanting legends of their ancient ,or. ot near the tales of mariners of wore .0i c. UT ships gone down, of tempests bIoS,,,, l hear the mast, memberinr tb. .r
 Frieve for the grove and its leaves or.o
 more. 'es once But when night comes in the deep blu. Gather the stars above the field of to.-. The music changes and in fancy. Again the old familiar forests roam
 And hear the masts companions as tbav
 cry: 'AeS Blow wind, and bring our brother home Frank Dempster Sherman in AinsIee's
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-18
POEMS. RY Omar Kima.


 By Omar Kline.
 Maybe we haven't spelled Mir. Kime's name exactly right. hut If he knew how much we admire his poetry. we know he would pardon us. At one time he must have run a country newspaper. because we can see he has tasted the real thing in the way of trouble. This reminds us that that old loafer Sol Macklin, once stated before a knot on the drug store corner. that ours was not a newspaper. He based his assertion on the fact that we did not print the report of Dewey's victory in the Philippines until two months after 1t had happened. However. after we found out that Sol thought the Philippine Islands were somewhere in the Missis- sippi River. we treated his criticism with the contempt it deserved. But. we sympathize with Kime, and if he ever wants to come and sit in our sunshine and chew our tobacco, why we'll make him welcome.
 Masters B. Stevens.