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Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-07

every family where there are several
children. there Is pretty sure to be one
who is Of the easy job hunting class.
He Is always very particular about the
kind Of work he will do. He Is willing
to work-oh, yes. But he isn't willing
to work at any old thing that offers
itself for his consideration. He finds
fault with this position and finds fault
with that Patiently and repeatedly
his family install him in positions, but
he Is constantly losing his job" he Is
always out Of work. He rests secure
in the confident knowledge that his
family will not see him starve and he
knows that so long as the other hard
working members Of the family circle
are able to toll their allotted number
Of hours every day and draw their SAL
aries every month therefor he Is sure
Of three meals per diem and a roof 10
shelter him.
The man who Is hunting an easy
lob is dead weight on those who have
about the necks Of the workers of a
community. A drone in a hive or
workers is just so much Of helpless
incubus which those workers must
support. There is only one way to
force the man who Is always hunting
an easy job to go to work and that
is to take from him his source OF sup
ply. Absolutely refuse to give him
anything and he will be either forced
to support himself or else turn tramp
and live upon the charity Of the pub
,ic He won't starve you need not
fear that. For in most men, however
there is some latent spark Of manhood
which, when they are brought to the
test, blazes up into the desire to earn
an honest livelihood, to be a man
among men instead of a mere depend
ent upon others. And the man in
whom that spark of energy and ability
Is lacking isn't fit to be anything bet
ter than a tramp.
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-07
QUAINT CUBAN TOWN.
People of Saneti Spiritus Preferred
Saddle Mules and Carts to Railroad.

People of Saneti Spiritus Preferred
Saddle Mules and Carts to Railroad.
Sancti Spiritus the town Of the Holy
Ghost, Is the oldest white settlement
in Cuba except Barracao and Trinidad,
says the Chicago Record Herald, and
Is still very conservative and primi-
tive 1t was founded in 1914 upon a
delightful site surrounded by green
hills. groups Of royal palms and clumps
of giant bamboo. For centuries 1t has
been the headquarters Of the cattle
trade Of Cuba, and many rich ranch
men live here STILL The quaint old
cathedral was built in 1880 and is the
oldest on the island. The most con-
spicuous object in the town is the
roofiess ruin Of the Iglesia del Sagrado
Corazon de Maria (the Church Of the
Sacred Heart of Nary, which was de-
stroyed by the insurgents In 1898.
The old monastery attached to 1t,
built in 1903, Is now occupied by the
Rev. H. s. Harris, a Presbyterian mis-
sionary for his church and school.
The people Of Sancti Spiritus can
blame themselves because they are not
on the main line Of the Cuba railway.
The original survey passed through
the town, but when the agents Of the
company applied for right Of wayit
was refused. The Ayuniamento, or
common council, would not take the
nf
and distributed handbills through the
town inviting a manifestation" of
public opinion in the theatre. A large
crowd assembled. Everybody was
there The representatives Of the rail-
way made speeches explaining the
plans of the company and describing
the advantages that would be enjoyed
by the town as a station on the trunk
line between Havana and Santiago.
After they had finished the oldest in
habitant arose and opposed the pro-
ject. He was against all innovations.
Saddle mules and carts had been good
enough for their fathers and grand
fathers, he said, and they ought to be
ton. The city had prospered for near
ly four centuries without q railroad,
and it would doubtless continue to do
go without one. Railways were gener-
ally undesirable. They were apt to
bring in undesirable additions to the
populations.
1t was a long speech and was lis
tened to with reverence. When the old
gentleman concluded vote was taken
and the railway was denied the priv
ilege Of passing through the town. A
line was surveyed through the forests
and a new town called Zaza del Medic
was established directly north Of the
city Of the Holy Ghost and the station
located there. Two or three years af-
terward the people realized their mis-
take and paid a heavy bounty to in
duce the company to build a branch
line for their benefit.
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-07
NOT EXPERT IN ART.
Failure of the Average Man to Recos-
nize a Gem.

II have a friend, a wealthy man, who
is a liberal buyer Of fine paintings,
and who has very handsome collec-
ton of pictures" said Mr.. Charles E.
Tripp of Chicago, recently to WASH
ington Herald reporter.
This friend dragged me to his GAL
lery one day to look at what he con-
sidered the gem of all his works or
art, a specimen that had been admired
by all the picture sharps Of Europe
and America. He told me to, go In, In
advance and pick it out without help
from him, but that I'd do this easily
enough, for it was the kind Of MASTER
piece that would reveal itself.
We'll, never having had an artistic
education. could not find that blessed
picture in a lot Of over 100, as he had
given me no clue to 1t. When he final
ly came and l showed him about
dozen that 1 thought might be 1t, he
laughed at my stupidity Then he
pointed out his treasure, and I declare
to you 1t struck me as very ordinary
production. He could not make me
enthuse over 1t a little bit, and we
had an argument, but, Of course, L
couldn't compete on equal terms, be-
ing a heather as to art.
But 1 saw way to get even.
Bring in a dozen men Of our acquaint-
ance,' l said, and tell them to iden-
tify this masterpiece; If as many as
three out Of the dozen hit upon 1t, then
I'll set up the finest dinner in Chica-
go; If the contrary happens, the BAN
quet is on YOU He said 1t would be
a shame to make me pay for the din
ner, but the bet was made. 1 am here
to say to you that not one in that
bunch was able to pick out this much
vaunted painting, greatly to the cha
grin Of the owner, who paid up, how
ever. like a man.
THE only moral to this yarn is that
the average man doesn't care a rap
over things that excite the alteration
of the elite It's the same way In all
matters that require special education.
Your average citizen may grin and
swear he likes grand opera, but he is
liar from away back, and all the time
he Is being bored by the prima donna
he wishes he were listening to min
strels."
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-07

vorite pastime, but who could expect
to carry that plunging, swaying car to
Forty second street, Bob seemed to
be performing the wopdrous task. He
shot from curb to curb and around
and in front of vehicles and foot pas
sengers as though the drivers eyes
and hands were inspired.
Across the square at last and on up
Fourth avenue to Twenty-sixth street.
Then a dizzying whirl into Madison.
Was he going to keep to it until he got
to Forty-second street and try to make
Fifth avenue along that cOngested
block with its crush of Grand Central
passengers and lines upon lines Of
hacks and teams? No. His head must
be clear. Again he threw the great
machine around the corner and into
Fortieth street. For a part of the
block our wheels rode the sidewalk
and 1 awaited the crash. 1t did not
come. Surely the new world Bob was
speeding to must be a kind one, else
why should Hag Fate, who had been
at the steering wheel of his life-car
during the last five years, carry him
safely through what looked a dozen
a jot we swung around the corner OF
Fortieth into Fifth avenue. The road
was clear to FOrty-second; there a
dense Jam of cars, teams and carriages
- hn
seen the solid wall for l heard his
low muttered curse. Nothing else to
indicate that We were blocked with his
goal in sight. He never touched the
speed controller but took the two
blocks as though shot from a catapult
The two? No. one, and three quarters
Of the next, for when within score OF
yards of the black wall he jammed
down the brakes, and the iron mass
ground and shook as though 1t would
rend itself to atoms, but it stopped
with its dasher and front wheels
wedged in between a car and a dray.
1t had not stopped when Bob was off
and up the avenue like a hound on the
end in sight trail. l was after him
while the astonishing byStanders
stared in wonder. AS we neared BOb's
house l could see people on the stoop.
heard Bob's secretary shout, Thank
God, Mr. Brownley, you have come.
She is in the office. l found her there,
quiet and recovered. She did not ask
question. She said, Tell Mr.. Brown
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-07
Spoils In An Old Casket.

A true fairy tale concerning an ORR
entail casket sold by an antiquary to
a Partisan amateur is related by the
correspondent of the London Tele-
graph.
The casket Is Of beautiful artistic
workmanship of olive wood, with in
crustations. 1t was evidently O we'd
ding present, such as it is the custom
to give to a bride in Mohammedan
countries.
There is a perfume Of rose leaves, a
delicate far-away fragrance Of the
distant east, when the cover is lifted.
The antiquary bought it at a general
sale long ago and offered 1t to purchas-
ers amid Louis XVI clocks, old rib
bOns and out of date decorations. A
lover of quaint antiques, M. Maurice,
saw the casket and bought 1t.
AS it had been knocked about a
good deal in its long journey 1t stood
in need of repairs, and M. Maurice
gave it to an expert workman to re-
store The workmen tapped 1t and was
surprised to notice a metallic sound
inside. He found that the jewel box
had a double bottom, and when open
ed there were rows Of old and odd
coins, which glittered family, but
enough to show at once that they
were of pure gold.
A numismatist declared they were
gold sequins and worth about $500. 1t
was sum which to a young bride
100 or 200 years ago represented per-
haps a fortune. The workman inform
ed M. Maurice. and the latter told the
antiquary AS they were all three
honest men each wished that the other
should claim the brides treasure.
They referred the matter to the po-
lice commissary, who gave decision
worthy of Solomon. He divided the
gold coins into two equal piles, and
told NJ. Maurice and the antiquary to
take each pile, and then left it to the
combined generosity to reward the
honest workman. This they did, each
giving him a few Of the gold sequins,
so that all had about an even share In
the treasure of the bride.
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-07
FREAKS OF BURSTING BOILERS.
The Mishap Which Railroad Ensi-
neers Fear Most.

The Mishap Which Railroad Ensi-
neers Fear Most.
"The blowing up a railroad locomo-
tive is the mishap most feared by en-
gineers and firemen," said an engineer.
1T Is seldom that any one riding on an
engine whose boilers let loose ever
gets away alive.
THE average person looking at a big
engine running along under full pres
sure can have no idea Of the tremen-
dous power that is bottled up In the
big iron can. Just consider the length
and width of one Of these boilers, and
then remember that every single
square inch Of all the surface is with
standing a pressure of 22O and some
times 240 pounds. There is no indica-
ton of the force fastened up in one
Of these travelling volcanoes until trou-
BILE develops and then the stunts that
boiler will do are almost unbelievable.
Just the other day there was a bad
explosion on one of the mountain d.
visions of the Baltimore and Ohio
railroad down in West Virginia. A big
freight engine, whose boiler was so
wide and high that it would barely
clear the top sides of the tunnels, sud-
denly let go as the engineer was pull
ing into side track.
with a crash the boiler tore away
from the engine frame, scattering the
running gear and the tender Jump
ing over freight car standing near
by, it shot a hundred feet from the
track. AS soon as it struck the ground
II gave another leap that took 1t a
hundred and fifty feet further toward
a farm house. and once more coming
back to the earth, right in front of
the house, made still a third bound,
went clear over the house and finally
landed in the orchard, a short distance
from the farm house and fully 500 feet
from the engine, having acted for all
the world just like a skyrocket that
has accidentally been touched off be-
fore being properly pointed. Both en-
gineer and fireman were instantly
killed.
Another remarkable boiler explo-
sion took place some time ago on the
New Haven road. One Of the largest
Of the freight engines was running
along under full headway when the
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-07

crowds on the sidewalk held their
breath in horror. ], too, was on my
feet, but crouching as l hung to the
sides. Thank God, that usually crowd
ed thoroughfare was free from vehi-
clas as far up as I could see, on be-
yond the Astor house. What could 1t
mean? Was that divinity which tits
said protects the drunkard and the
idiot about to aid the mad rush OF
this love- frenzied creature to his long
lost but newly returned dear one? l
heard the frantic clang Of gongs. and
as we shot by the World building,
saw ahead of us two plunging auto
mobiles filled with men. Twas from
them the gong clamor sounded. AS
we drew nearer I saw that these were
the cars Of the fire chiefs answering
call. 1 thanked God again and again
as yelled into Bob's ear, For Beu-
lah's sake, BOB, don't pass; If you do,
we'll run into a blockade. If we keep
in the rear they'll clear our way, and
we may get to her alive" I do not
know whether he heard, but he held
the machine in the rear of the other
cars and did not try to pass. Away
we went on our mad rush through
crowded Broadway. At Union Square
we lost our way-clearers. AS our au-
tomobile jumped across Fourteenth
street into Fourth avenue, Bob must
have opened up TO the last notch, for
she seemed to leap through the air.
We sent two wagons crashing across
the sidewalks into the buildings. Cries
Of rage arose above the din Of the
machine, and seemed to follow in our
wake. Bob was dead to all we passed.
His entire being seemed set on what
was ahead. I knew he was an expert
in the handling of the automobile, for
since his misfortune, automobiling
with Beulah Sands had been his ia
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-07

ley when he comes that I should like
to see him. Then she ordered me to
get the afternoon paper. 1 handed
it to her an hour ago. think she be-
lieves herself in her old office. 1 shut
off the floor as you instructed. 1 did
not dare go to her for fear she would
ask questions. l have"-but Bob was
up the stairs two and three steps at a
time.
Ny breath was almost gone and 1t
took me minutes to get to the second
floor. My feet touched the top stair,
when, o God! that sound! For five
long years I had been trying to get 1t
out of my ears, but now more cultural,
more agonized than before. it broke
upon my tortured senses. I did not
need to seek its direction. With a
bound l was at the threshold Of Beulah
Sands -Brownley's office. In that brief
time the groans had stilled. For one
instant l closed my eyes, for the very
atmosphere Of that hall moaned and
groaned death. l opened them. Yes,
1 knew 1t. There at the desk was the
beautiful gray-clad figure Of five years
ago. There the two arms resting on
the desk. There the two beautiful
hands holding the open paper, but the
eyes, those marvellous gray-blue doors
to an immortal soul-they were closed
forever. The exquisitely beautiful
face was cold and white and peaceful.
Beulah Sands was dead. The hell
hounds of the System" had overtaken
it's manned and hunted victim; 1t had
added her beautiful heart to the bags
and barrels and hogsheads stored away
in it's big "business-is-busine safe
deposit vaults. My eyes in sick pity
sought the form of my old schoolmate,
my college chum, my partner, my
friend, the man I loved He was on
his knees. His agonized face was
turned to his wife. His clasped hands
had been raised in an awful, heart
crushing prayer as his Maker touched
the bell. Bob Brownley's great brown
eyes were closed, his clasped hands
had dropped against his wife's head,
and in dropping had unloosed the
glorious golden-brown waves until in
fond abandon they had coiled around
his arms and brow as though she for
whom he had sacrificed all was shield
ing his beloved head from the chills
and dark mists Of the black river that
laps the brink Of the eternal rest. The
System" had skewered Robert Brown
ley's heart, too. I staggered to his
side. AS touched his now fast-icing
brown my eyes fell upon the great
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-07
CHAPTER X.

The instant after the gong sounded
Bob Brownley was alone on the floor
at the foot of the presidents desk.
His form was swaying like a reed on
the edge of the cyclones path.
Jumped to his side. His brother, who
had during Bob's harangue been vain
" endeavoring to beat his way
through the crowd, was there first.
For Gods sake, Bob, hear me. Word
came from your house half an hour
ago of the miracle: Beulah has awak-
ened to her past. Her mind is clear;
the nurses are frantic for you to come
to her"
He got no further. With a mad bel
low and a bound, like a tortured bull
that sees the arena walls go down,
Bob rushed out through the nearest
door, which, I thanked God, was
side one leading to the street where
the crowd was thinnest. He cast
wild look around. His eyes lighted on
an empty automobile whose chauffeur
had deserted to the crowd. 1t was the
"OTh OI d ScCOUu W Slcllh IL, VI SNAA
other to jump into the front seat
Quick as had been his movement,
was behind him in the rear seat. With
a bound the great machine leaped
through the crowd.
IN the name of Christ, Bob, be
careful" 1 yelled, as he hurled the iron
monster through the throng, scattering
it TO the right and left as the mower
scatters the sheaves in the wheat
fields. Some were crushed beneath
it's wheels. Bob Brownley heard not
their screams, heard not the curses Of
those who escaped. He was on his
feet, his body crouched low over the
steering wheel, which he grasped in
his vice-like hands. His hatless head
was thrust far out, as though it strove
to get to Beulah Sands ahead OF his
body. His teeth were set. and as l
had jumped into the machine l had
noted that his eyes were those OF a
maniac, who saw sanity just ahead II
he could but get to it in time. His
ears were deaf not only to the howl OF
the terrified throng and the curses of
the teamsters who frantically pulled
their horses to the curb, but to my
warnings as well. He swung the ma
chine around the corner at New street
and into Wall as though it had been
the broadest boulevard in the park
He took Wall street at a bound l was
sure would land us through the fence
into Trinity churchyard. But no.
Again he turned the corner, throwing
the Juggernaut on it's outside wheels
from Wall street into Broadway as the
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-07
FRIEND OF IRON HORSE.
A Veteran Railroader Views Its Pass
ina With Reqret.


1.-The locomotive was to the land
what the steamboat was to the river"
said veteran railroad manager to
reporter for the Chicago Inter- Ocean.
Some one had asked him II he was not
glad to see electricity taking the place
of steam in the operation Of railroads.
"The business has had to come to
It," he said, with sort Of lamentation
in the confession. $50 commerce had
to give up steamboating and come to
the railroad when steam was the pow
er on land.
"But personally it fills me with re-
gret to see the locomotive going to
the dead yard. There was always
something human, to my mind, in the
iron horse.
"Tt completed the picture Of a land
scape. II man had been rambling
in a wilderness all day and suddenly
came upon a bit Of view in which a
locomotive was making whiri with
a long train of cars, the scene was
inspiriting. 1t made the observer
feel as If he were on the rim Of civil
lzation.
"The long pail Of smoke or the white
cloud of steam against the sky added
to the picture. The electric engine
can never make such a scene.
Have you ever stood on the plat
form of station when a locomotive
thundered in with It's train that was
an hour or two behind time? It had
the animated nature Of great horse
that had just come to the wire after q
hard and close race. 1t breathed like
a sprinter after long run. It trem-
bled in its iron harness like living
creature.
1.-The electric motor comes to a
standstill in an instant. 1t looks like
something decapitated, anyway.
do you remember a picture that
was painted a long time ago, called
Flight Of the Fast Mail? It was
copied and brought down to the level
of a chrome. and then 1t was reduced
to a cut and used as an advertisement.
But 1t always had motion. 1t was a
combination Of power and speed, and
1t was as graceful as a swallow on the
wing. For many years in the offices
Of hotels and on the walls Of barrooms
in towns remote from the big cities
there used to be seen pictures Of mid
night races on the Mississippi, or
scenes of steamboats, wooding up by
torchlight. People from the back set
Elements gazed at those old-time pic
lures with as much interest as the
new generation visits the art galleries.
Gradually these pictures were talk
Ell down. Railroad scenery took their
place. The locomotive was the centre
piece.
"Then poets sang the praise Of the
iron horse. Ever notice how crowd
in city will look at a moving picture
on a canvas Of a railroad train drawn
by locomotive? The vitascope made
it reality. You felt like getting out
Of the way when you saw II coming.
with all Of its speed, with all Of
It's power hidden from the sight, no
electric engine or motor will ever sat
isfy the eye. And as for the feeling
os safety. shall never lie down In a
sleeping car, no matter how luxurious
it may be. knowing 1t is being hauled
by an electric engine, and feel quite as
secure as have always felt when
knew the locomotive was at work up
in front. Me for the old iron horse"
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-07

&J A boy asked his sister what
Amen" means. She replied: Don't
touch It," One day the mother asked
the girl what Amen" meant, and again
she answered, Don't touch It." Where
did you yearn that?" "Why, you told
me 80, yourself" "Oh, no. 1 told you
so let 1t be- Detroit Free Press.
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-07

fB Enterprise and advertising make
the biggest pair in the deck.
89 Most people would fall short II
measured by the golden rule.
The Paducah evening sun. [volume] (Paducah, Ky.) 1906-1929, 1907-05-04
S44se44444444,
4 IN THE COURTS |
Circuit Court.

The order of yesterday was set
aside and a Judgment entered for $4S
today In the appeal case of L. l..
Creasey against w. S. Spann.
d. J. Randle against Florence e.
Randle and T. E. Russell, admins
traitor, against L. B. Spann, dismiss
led.
Andrew p. Hamburg. ct al. against
J. c. Boaz, administrators, Judgment
for sale entered.
Phoebe Riglesberger, ct al. petit
TONERS, ex parte. report of commits
sioner filed showing that Jesse Gill
bert and Pat Lally, purchasers of
property sold By order of court. fail
ed to make bond
B. F. Spraggs against Garner
Bros, Judgment for the defendant
entered. spraggs sued for $500 for
furniture confiscated on attachment.
In the case of Lacy Hall against
the Paducah Furniture Manufactur-
ing company. verdict for the de-
PENDANT was returned. He asked
$4,000 damages for the loss of sew
Ieral fingers.