The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-08-05

An, the horrors of the dread scourse! Strong men wept when they heard It. The last was the deadful blow. Little children moaned as they crept in their trundle-beds. Women linked their hands and lifted them appealingly.
 but impotently to the unfathomabie tne unfeeling stars. The blush of modesty, the ruddy hue of health fled from the maiden's cheeks and she stood wide eyed and pallid, staring out in the night at the new and great terror. The words of love frozen on the lips of the ardent youth, his tongue clove to the roof or hts mouth and his hands were as the hands of one shaken with the palsy. The worst had come. It was that yellow fever had broken out in Mont gomery It was not that the saffron scourge had entered like a thief in the night and gained a foothold in the beautiful city on the Alabama, for 1t had not. An, that this was all. But fate had struck the city far more cruel blow.
 Birmingham auarantined against Montgomery:
 tined; it was terrible when Letohatchie put the ban on tho Capital City; 1t was horrible when Hurtsboro and Livings- ton barred out the citizens of Mont gomery, but when Birmingham did 1t, the walls of the Capitol trembled and Montgomery almost dropped the last game of the series with Memphis An, the horrors of the dread scourge! the woEst. Let the grief-stricken peo- pie steel themselves for that awful time when Irmadale ard IshkoOda may join | hands with their sister city of Birming- ham and shut out hope from city al- | ready saddsned by the heavy hand of | fate.
 Were there no just men, no charitable
 men in Birmingham to stay the nana that dealt the fatal blow? An. no; 1t was not done in anger,s but in sorrow. | Birmin gham only did this dire and dreadful thing because she felt that 1t | was her duty. It might destroy Mont gomery but Birmingham had to do it. Let not Birmin gham repine or look In the news columns of the paper to see if Montgomery has been wiped off the map. The terrible things that the city of the footpad. of the Rabbit Foot" sa- loon, and of the armed and impetuous | striker, expected the terrible thin gs
 that have been outlined above. have l not come to pass. Dexter Avenue IS not a deserted lane. The Court Square
 fountain has not dried up. And in that
 modest and unostentatious place on North Court Street, Jerry is mixing 'em W1tH f&S ohhi J1Ss os hO sfeAS always done when there was a Birming- ham man in front of him reaching for | the railing with his left foot. Pat Sweeney continues to move majestically
 out on Court Square and gave the coun-
 try wagon out of the way with Move
 arn. there will yesr'
 Happy. but misguided people throng | the sidewalks. Prattlfng children in
 charge of grinning nurses board the street cars and ride out to the parks. ignoring the horrors that surround and unconscious of the fell blow that Bir-
 mingham has dealt the city. Obtuse people who can't be made to see the | situation in its true light. go right on | transacting business. The merchant. | the lawyer, the doctor. the newspaper
 man, go down town as they have al- ways done. to their daily tasks. and put | in the usual days work. Contented people walk about the parks and drink | in the music of the orchestras.
 And strong men happy and contented greet each other on the streets as the | shades of night are falling. and say:
 Well, we beat 'em again. Amt we got a peach of a team. D'yever see any thing like the way Oldring has improv- i ed in his hittingr
 When men heard the fell news from | Birmingham their brains did not reel |. They did not throw their hands to | throbbing tortured brows and moan,