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Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1906-03-20
Baltimore & Annapolis Snort Line R.R
Schedule IN effect November 18th. 1905.
LEAVE ANNAPOLIs. LEAVE RAIrINfnRF.
ARRIVE BALTIMORE ARRIVE ANNApoLrs


LEAVE AsNAroLrs LEAVE BALTIMORE
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09

After that night | did not see the
master for mang months; then one
evening he came into the library, look
ing older and sterner, with deep lines
in his face After that he spent near
~ all his evenings in the library. some
times with friends. but oftener alone,
reading or just staring straight ahead
into the fire SO the days rolled into
weeks and the weeks into months and
years until one evening the master
came and stood for a long time look
ing at the picture of Il woman and a
boy on the mantel. "Three years to-
night" he said slowly: three long
years"
The curtains of the doorway parted
and Il woman came forward part way
into the room. Il slender, graceful wOm-
IN who carried her head haughtily, al
though her lips quivered with nervous
ness
The master turned abruptly.
"Elzabeth," he cried.
You are surprised to see me here?'
"ElZahethw he said again in daZed
establishment. then: THE boy? What
Is wrong with the boy" he cried
sharply
She flushed painfully. 1T is because
Of him | am here. He has some claim
on you still, even though have none
She stopped abruptly ard walked
over to the fireplace, then turned and
looked at him with proud, appealing
eyes.
Il have not money enough to educate
the boy properly" she said simply,
land there is no one l could come to
but you-hs father"
He did not answer her. but with one
quick step forward took her hands in
his
"Elizabeth." he said almost tiercely,
Il love you. | want YOU"
Trembling. she leaned against the Ia
Bile
Love me? After all I did-the di-
vorcc-the boy
"Thc fault was mine. I loved You
through it all. l have always loved
you love you now
He looked searchingly at the sweet.
avertcd face. then, with quick. happy
movement drew her close.
at was not until afterward that l
knew how dearly | loved YOU" She
said, with Il little catch like Il sob i'll
her voice.
That was the dawn Of new era.
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09
say
She RehuI.ed Gladstone.

Laura Hahn Friswell, in her book,
tells this amusing anecdote of William
e. Gladstone. Miss Friswell had been
to the wedding of Sir Edward and
Lady Ermyntrude Malet and was try
ing hard to get out of the crush. 81
heard a voice saying: It's 4 o'clock!
It's o'clock We shall be late for the
house. Harcourt. We must get out.
The speaker was just at the back of
me and pushing dreadfully; but l.,
grasping my friends arm, stood back;
then ! turned my head and saw Glad
stone and Sir William Harcourt.
"'What do you mean 10y this ungen-
tlemanly behavior ! asked indignant
~. We are late for the house, madam
returned the Grand Old Man And is
that any reason why we should be kill
ed by those horses? If you were men,
you would keep the crowd back
"'Shes right there whispered Har-
court We must keep the crowd back.
l beg your pardon, madam. Gladstone
looked very cross, but did as he was
requested and muttered something
which took for an apology They
kept back the crowd"
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09

That the barometer should be so i'm
portant Il factor in indicating mctcoro-
logical conditions is to many an I'M
solVable mystery. There should. how
ever be no difficulty in understanding
that the simple principle mderly ing
the construction is that the free and
unfvt:ered air balances a column of
mercury varying in height, according
TO the circumstances of the moment.
whose average elevation at the level of
the sea is thirty inches. 1t is known,
because directly ascertainahlc, that
thirty cubic inches of mercury weigh
close upon fifteen pounds avoirdupoS
and therefore. as commonly expressed.
the pressure of the atmosphere is. I'M
der normal conditions. fifteen pounds
on every square inch ~ equivalent 10
nearly ton on square foot. more
than eight and 4 half tons on a square
yard and Of loo tons on square Of
ten and a quarter feet side. Scientific
calculation also places the aggregate
weight Of the atmospheric envelope
surrounding the world mt about 5,0OO.
00.000,oOO of tens. and this may be
represented us the weight Of solid
lcaden bah having Il diameter of sixty
miles. such figures are really beyond
human comprehension
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09

yields nothing but Dead sea fruit in
the end. 1t isn't too late to go back.
She will forgive YOU
How can | ask her to-" said the
other YEARLY think of the grievous
wrong
Just here was taken up and car
ried over to the priest, who held me
aloft in his arms, while all the people
craned their neCks and jOstled each
other in their effort to get a better
view.
Gan antique Gheordez prayer rug"
chantcd the priest. "A sapphire on an
opal ground A rug that is to other
rugs what rubies are to other precious
stoneS-rarer, more brilliant, more
costly. Notice the harmony of the con
trasting colors-the mosaics of the Dor
derS- the splendor of the design How
much am | offered for this superb an
tique prayer rug"
Then the tide of the shouts of the de
vout broke against the priests chant,
and in its midst found myself carried
once more to the corner where the two
men stood They examined me care
fully. The face of the one who had
held back was flushed and eager.
This is the anniversary of our we'd
ding day" he said to the other, land
will do it, | will go now. | will take
her this rug as thought of the ami
versary and on it. where so many
prayers for forgiveness have been of
fered, | will offer mine"
"Oh, Allah, be mercful" he added
under his breath.
So | went with him to his home, and
he let himself in gently with his latch
key and tiptoed softly to the library and
laid me before the fire. Then he touch
ed a bell
rs Mrs. Wharton at home?" he ask
ed the man who answered his ring, and
his voice trembled in spite of his eff
forts to steady it,
The man eyed him curiously. mo,
sir" he said respectfully Mrs.
Wharton and Master Edward as been
gone. sir. some days"
Mrs. Wharton left q note. and there
is other mail" he added. placing
sheaf of letters on the table and retir-
ing with a bow.
My master tore open the small square
envelope on top, and his face went
ashen gray. 81 have warned and pray
ed and entreated," he read duly, "and
now have gone where l shall at least
be spared the insult of your presence.
You have ruined my life and your own,
but the boy shall be saved"
Under the small square envelope was
long white one. Her lawyers" he
repeated monotonously, opening it and
stumbling mechanically through its le-
gal phrasing.
Then he threw himself in a chair
and buried his face in his arms on the
table.
"Oh, my Godw he sobbed brokenly.
"Oh, my God''
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09
II Tnm unh Rccn Therc.

The great Nelson's sovereignty was
confined to the seas. On shore his val
ct, old Tom. ruled him completely. He
was no hero TO Tom. but Il boy to be
governed kindly but firmly. TO the
end Of his days the faithful old servant
ascrihed his masters fate to the fact
that he was not aboard Nelson's ship
at Trafalgar. Tom had been every
where with Nelson until the time of
Trafalgar, says Il contributor to St
James Budget On that occasion he
was detained in London too la:c to go
to sea with Nelson. and ever aftcrward
he used TO say:
IF l had only been there Lord Mel
son would MOI have been killed for he
should not have put on that coat
"IIe would mind me like a child" the
old fellow would 80 ON. "and when
found him bent on wearing his finery
before battle l always prevented him
tom, he would say, III fight this
battle in my best coat
"'Oh. no, my lord you shaun't,' I'd
say.
"'But why. TomT he'd say.
"Why, my lord? You just ask nc
questions, but fight the battle first I'd
say, and then I'll dress you up in ali
your stars and garters. and you'll look
something like. But after the battle
not before, my lord He got on his
best coat at Trafalgar because l wasn't
there to prevent him, and it was the
end of him.
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09

the Rocky mountains - the brickbats.
Under the Unond'n~ nending and the
poverty and the til AIartiC, who never
put her nose out OF doors, who never
attended a church social. never ven
tured even to a free public school show.
had an ambition fpr the boys. She
wanted the two biggest to 20 to the
state university, wanted them to go
and get an education. And they went,
and Maize Sampson says them boys,
airy one. has forgotten more about the
money question than he ever knew. 1t
looks as if after all the brickbats might
come ont; bit of money in Martie's
hands goes so far.
There are a few soldiers buried at
the Bend. Decoration day there is an
attempt at turn out, Il little speech
ing and Il little marching. A thin.
struggle column of the same warped.
bent old fellows in the same faded old
blue Up the hill they go and around
to the cemetery to decorate.
When they turn at Maize SIMPSONS
place-therc's gate there now-Martie
and more or less of the boys and Maize
kind of join in along and go over with
them carrying a basket or so of flow
ers and a bucket of water.
The boys soon stray over to where
the crowd is. around the graves of the
heroes, but Martie gets down by Il
grave somewhat apart and prods the
drifting gravel all up loose with an
old caSeknifc. You would think she
might he kneading bread there. the
way she swayS under her sunbonnet
and glovcs-for her little boiled hands
are in gloves now.
Il don't know how much good It
does Delaroo spil,ing up his grave
once a year" Ncighbor always winds
up. 1T may not do him a blamed bit
Of good; don't say it does. But I can
see them; l see them from the round
house; it does me good. HIM"
'MajcE" he will add why. I've got
him over there Mt the house. wipiug.
I'm going to put him running the sta
tiOnary if old John Boxer ever dies.
When will he die: Blame if l know.
John is Il pretty good man yet. !
can't kill him. can I? Won. then.
what's the matter with you?'
"No, Maize don't Talk as much rs he
used to; forgetting Lis passes more or
less too. Getting OLD like some more of
us. Hes kind of quit The money ques-
fiOn. Clgfrrg mo ,.t,'t M, 1,,rst.,t1 IL
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09
Tearing CnrdS.

To tear pack of cards in two is re-
garded by some as a marvellous feat Of
strength, and yet the trick is possible
to any one with fairly strong fingers.
The secret Of the trick lies in the fact
that the entire pack is not torn at once,
but in pretending to get grip on the
pack the strong man so manipulates
the cards that they overlap In this
way but a single card is torn at a time,
and once the surface is torn the rest is
easy. To any one who can hold pack
of cards firmly the trick is fairly easy,
and while in olden times a single pack
Of cards was considered to be the limit
of strength many of our strong men
tear three and four packs ut a time.
The cards are restored to their origi-
nal form before being given out for
examination, and so the trick escapes
detection.
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09
THE CAMPANERO.
Sweet and BeiI-Iilse is the Toll of
This Pretty white Bird.

Sweet and BeiI-Iilsc is the Toll of
This Pretty white Bird.
This bird, called dara by The South
American Indians and bellbird by the
English. is shout the size of a jay. His
plumage is white us snow. On his fore.
head rises al spiral tube nearly three
inches long 1t is JET black dotted al
over with small white feathers. 1t has
communication with the palate and
when filled with air looks like Il spire
When empty it becomes pendulous. His
note is loud and clear like the sound Of
a bell and may be heard ut the distance
of three miles. In the midst of these
extensive wilds, generally ON the dry
top Of an aged mora almost out OF
gun reach, you will see the campanero.
No sound or song from any of the
winged inhabitants of the forest, not
even the clearly pronounced whip
poorwill'' from the gOatSucker, causes
such establishment as the toll of cam
panerO. You hear toll and then Il
pause again, and then a toll and again
pause Then he is silent for six or
eight minutes, and then another toll,
and so on. Actaeon would stop in mid
chase. Maria would defer her evening
song and Orpheus himself would drop
his lutte to listen to him. so sweet, so
novel and romantic is the toll of the
pretty SNOW white campanero.-Wa
tons "WaGderingS In South America"
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09
ONE THING AND ANOTHER

Goats flesh or "venison' is now sold
freely as mutton in many large cities
because of the high price of real NUT
ton. An ordinary kids meat is as
juicy and toothsome as fair mutton,
says Farm and Ranch.
A steady demand for "fre horses" is
reported-weight, 1900 to 1.500 pounds
and price about 5000.
The cotton crop brings a vast sum
Of money TO America and is therefore
of great national and International i'm
portance.
For an asparagus bed (Which may be
started now select a warm, sunny
exposure and give each plant plenty
of room.
The shoulders and collars Of the hard
working horses deserve the closest at
tention and special care. Fall blowing
and other hard duties are dependent
on the soundness of the shoulders, re-
marks DR.. Curryer in National Stock
man.
An anxious season for the beginner
in poultry comes in the fall, when the
bullets demand careful and heavy feed
ing and yet do not lay an egg. They
must be fed with fair amount OF
meat If we expect them to lay early.
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09
How to Clean Old Book Plates.

To restore old book plates that have
been injured by age and damp proceed
as follows Place upon a fiat surface
a sheet of white paper somewhat lar
ger than the print to be cleaned. Care
fully dampen the print on both sides
with a soft, wet sponge and then satu'
rate it with a mixture of chloride Of
lime and oXalic acid dissolved in about
equal proportions in a pint of cold
water. You can tell when the mixture
is right by its turning magenta color.
Continue TO apply it until every stain
or spot has disappeared and then with
clean sponge wash the print freely
with cold uetar
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09
TIE PUEBLO INDIANS.
Their Religion Is In a way species
of Water Worship.

Eagle feathers are much used in the
ceremonials of the Pueblo Indians, and
in order to make sure of a supply the
Zuni keep the birds in cages, plucking
a few feathers whenever they happen
TO want them On the other hand the
Moki have eagles nests located at va
rious spots within thirty or forty miles
of their towns, which are considered
the property Of different clans among
them. The eagle lays its eggs in the
same nest year after year, and the
clans inherit rights to certain nests
from generation to generation.
The eagles are not killed, but the
new fledged young ones are taken
from the nest-that is to say, all but
one or two. which must be left To
remind the eagle god to encourage the
laying of more eggs by the birds an
where the divinity will be sure to see
it; also, after being plucked, the ca
glets are carefully buried in a certain
cleft in the rocks, which is the eagle
cemetery. Here the eagles have been
inferred for centuries, and the place is
very sacred
The Pueblo Indians have a tradition
of the flood, and they say that the tur-
key is marked in commemoration Of
that event, its tail being black at the
end where it was dragged through the
mud after the water had subsidized.
The duck is another sacred bird, be
ing associated with water. From the
Pueblo point of view. anything that is
related to the all precious water in any
way is an object of worship. Their re-
iigion is made up to great extent Of
aquatic divinites and might be called
a. species of water worship.
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09
TALE OF AN
ANTIQUE RUG
. BY Edith -. Doone
Copyright, 1905, by E. c. PARCELS


| am prayer rug r. an antique
Gheordez' my master calls me-and
lie in corner of the library before
the shelves that hold his choicest books.
The morning sunshine envolps me
in a rich flood of yellow splendor; in
the evening the blazing logs in the
fireplace caress me with Pickering
shafts of golden light: at night | lie
in the soft darkness and dream happily
of the days of my youth.
Allah is good. | am content
was an old rug. worn smooth by
the bare feet of the faithful, even be-
fore ! was taken from the temple and
brought TO this strange country across
the seas. For months | lay in dark,
evil smelling places. before that day
when | found myself once more in the
blessed sunlight amid babel of
strange sights and sounds. The wor-
shippers in this new temple Swayed and
jostled each other noiSily; the priest
waved his arms madly. Going. going,
gone" he cried. Going. going, gone"
Aside from the crowd. in the corner
where | lay. two men were standing.
One talked earnestly to the other, who
listened with 4 certain embarrassment.
Tell her what You have told me"
said the first. Go home to her now.
Get down on your knees ana tell her
that you've made all kinds of an ass
Of yourself and you know it, Beg for
her forgiveness. Beg for one more
chance. Beg for the boys sake, to be
allowed to try again"
The other man flushed duly Il have
not been home for weeks" he said
hu~lily couldn't. I've done about
all the evil Il man can do-eXcept that.
l couldn't 81 from that other crowd to
her ana the boy"
But you are done with aH that now
protested the first eagerly You have
had your fling, and you've found it
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09


train. My eyes went out with this man
here. | wish to God it was me, and him
standing over. man that's color
blind and don't know thing on Gods
earth but runnin' an engine is worse
N dead man."
Neighbor went home thinking.
They buried Delaroo. But even then
they We're not through with him. Della
roo had insurance in every order in
the Bend, which meant almost every
one on earth. There was no end to his
benefit certificates and no known bene-
ticiaries. But when they overhauled his
trunk they found every last certificate
filed away up to the last paid assess
ment and the last quarters dues. Then
came a shock. People found out there
was a beneficiary. While the fraters
were busy making their passes Delaroo
had quietly been directing the right
honorable recording secretaries to make
the benefits run to Neighbor, and so
every dollar of his insurance ran. No
body was more thunderstruck at the
discovery than the master mechanic
himself.
Yet Delaroo meant something by it.
After NeighbOr had studied over it
nights the best of a month; after Maize
Sampson had tried to take the color
test and failed, as he persistently said
he would; after he had gone to tinker
ing in the rOundhouse, and from tinker
ing respectfully, and by degrees down
the hill to wiping at S1.40 day, with
time and half for overtime, Neighbor
bethought himself all of a sudden one
day Of a paper Delaroo had once given
him and asked him to keep.
He had put it away in the storekeep-
er'S safe with his own papers and the
drawings of his extension front end
patent-and safely forgotten all about
1t. 1t was the day they had to go into
the county court about the will that
was not when he recollected Delaroo's
paper and pulled it out of its envelope.
There was only half sheet of paper
inside with this writing from Delaroo
TO Neighbour:
r. i. A.-What is coming to me on in
Sur3ncc give to Marty Sampson, wife of
MAZE Give my trunk to p. McGraw.
Rispl. p. DELAROUX.
When the master mechanic read that
before the probate judge, Maize Samp-
son took attending; Martie hid her
face in her shawl, crying again. May
be glimmer of what it meant came
for the first time in her life over her.
Maybe she remembered Delaroo as he
used TO sit with them under the kero-
sene lamp while Maize untiringly
pounded the money question into him,
smoking as he listened, and Martie
mended on never ending trousers;
looking from Maize Sampson, heated
with monOlogue, to his wife, patiently
stitching-no comments, just looking
as Pierre DelarouX could look.
Strange, Neighbor thought it, and yet,
maybe, not so strange. 1t was all there
III the paper-the torn, worn little book
Of Delaroo's life. She was the only
woman on earth that had ever done
him Kindness.
Nobody at Medicine Bend quite I'M
derstood it, but nobody at Medicine
Send quite suspected that under all the
Darrenness up at MAZE SIMPSONS an
ambition could have survived; yet one
mad. Martie had an ambition. Way
down under her faded eyes and her
faded dress there was an ambition, and
mat for the least promising subjects in
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09
THE
Story
By FRANK H. sPEARMAN.
Continued From Page Q

M iyhbor went up next night to see
49, some minor matters connected
witb tie funeral and the precedence of
IA various dozen orders that We're to
march ne found Maize Sampson and
Mantle alone in the darkness of the
narlor with the silent Delaroo.
Maize turned to the master mechanic
TO- where Delaroo lay. "Neighbor,
vnu might a. well know it now as airy
finc. Don't you say so, Martie? Mar
Ia. what do you say?" Martie burst
into tears. but through them Neighbor
carclt the engineers broken confes-
sioD "Neighbor, I'm color blind" The
master mechanic sat stunned
"Truc as Gods word You might as
well know it now. There's the man
A. ~ between me and the loss of
nv flr. It's been coming on me for
fvo wears. He knew it, That's why he
staved in my cab. lie stayed because
i was color blind. He knowcd I'd git
kercheI the minute Il new fireman come
n. Na.ghbor. He watched the signals.
Dclar9o. I'm color blind, God help
ne
Naic Sampson sat down by the cof-
fn. Ndrtic huShod her crying. The
thr,o -at in the darkness.
8 at wouldn't worry me 50 much if it
Wasn't rr the family, Neighbor The
Nonan-and the boys. l amt much
asavin; You know that If You can
h ila Job can get bread an butter
b. of. rive it to me. can't pull Il
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09

Miss Wellon-The impudent thing told
me to my face that / was getting old
and wrinliled
Miss Tartuu-I wouldn't mind it.
She didn't say it to your face, you
know. She couldn't see that.-Chicago
Tribune.
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09
recommending.

Visitor ito convicD-I suppose you
find your life here very tiresome, my
friend, do you not? Conviction, no
sir. have been a burglar for a good
many years and have worked hard and
conscientiously at the business, and as
I'm only in for three years l feel thai
the rest is doing me good
The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-03-09

81 once" said the colonel solemnly-
81 once, and only once, had all thirteen
trumps dealt me-"
"Er-I suppose you were the dealer
suggested candid friend
mo. sirl7 roared the colonel. mo
sir, was not the dealer!'
"Then may l ask what happened to
the trump which the dealer turned
upT'
And a terrible silence ensued.