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Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1913-02-13
ENTERTAINED BY
SHERIFF AND MRS. C&EiRELL

JASPER, Tenn. Feb 12.-Sheriff
aud Mrs W. A. Cantren entertained a
number of guests Friday night with a
party in honor of Misses Ethel, Della
and Clara Smith, who have been visit
ing them. A very enjoyable time was
had, aud all the latest games were
played. Those present besides the hon
orees were Misses Eva Brewer, Nor
ma Westmoreland. Arina Bible, Maggie
Barlew, Wayne Layne, Fife Walsh,
NJ ssrs. Horace Hankins, Jesse Crit
fifth, Tom Hudson. Will Sexton, Sam
r. Anderson, Doss Suggs, Will Tenn
pleton, Morris Westmoreland, Albert
Mccullough, Mr.. and Mrs John Han
kins, Mr.. and Mrs. j. M. Layne, Mrs.
NJ A. Westmoreland, Mrs. G. W.
Walsh
Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1913-02-13

This is the season of the year when
the frequent colds contracted by their
children, and have abun liant reason for
it as every cold weakens the lungs,
lowers the vitality and paves the way
for the more serious diseases that so
often follow. Chamberlain Cough
Remedy il famous for its cures, and is
pleasant and safe to take. For sale by
all dealers.
Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1913-02-13
KeIlys' Ferry.

Spread 10 me Ne7OS.
At the request of my old school
teacher, thought would write lit
tie to the News, as l got letter from
her day or two ago, and she told me
she wanted me to write She asked
how we all were up here.
Mrs. Julia Newsom said she would
contri butte $25. 90 towards the cooper
alive hosiery mill to be started at Sc
quachee.
We were sorry to learn of the death
of Detective George Gault. who died
in Chattanooga recently. When a
young man he joined Buffalo Bills
Wild West Circus, and travelled Eu-
rope with them as brass drummer.
He had many friends who will never
forget his d1ollness and kindhearted-
ness The deceased was 80 years ol0
and is survived by two brothers, Poly
Gault and Ed Gault, one sister, q
wife and child. A squad of police
men attended the funeral. He went
to work one morning but was taken
sick, and when be got home was
struck with paralysis and on the ninth
day after being struck, he had another
stroke aud died in half an hour. 1t
was his fourth stroke. He is gone,
but not forgotten, never will his mem
Dry fade, sweetest thoughts will ever
linger round the grave where he was
laid. Oh, we loved him, but the Saw
Tor loved him best, so the angels
sweetly called him to that fair and
happy land, Rosebud.
Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1913-02-13

When Public Official Goes Wrong.
When a public servant gets caught
doing something he ought not to, he
always seems to derive lot of sat
isfaction from pretending that his
motives are misunderstood" says an
Ohio paper. That isn't what he says
He says: 81 have no deeirc to try my
case in the newspa pers."
Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1913-02-13

For sprain you will find Chamber
lain's Linment excellent. 1t allays
the pain, removes the soreness, and
soon restores the PARTS to healthy
condition. 25c and soc bottles for
sale by all dealers.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
A Humorous Yarn

answered Mr.. Pollock "Thirty-six gal
Ions"
Then that's the very thing" an
swered his guest. IF you've got such
thing as a large auger about the
place I'll show you how to do it now"
In the excitement Of watching this Gu
rious experiment Mr. Pollock forgot
about the unsettled account He rum
mayed in the bar and found an auger
Of the requisite size. Mr.. Twigg in
spected it with particular care Armed
with it and accompanied by his host he
descended to the cellar where the mighty
barrel stood upon its trestles He eyed
it carefully and tugged at his mustache
possibly to hide a smile
The Experiment.
mo use knocking the splgot out" he
said. You need two holes-one for
each kind of beer. The mild comes out
at one hole, the bitter at the other.
You'll find this tip so useful that youn
remember it all your life So here
goes"
He attacked the barrel with the au-
CUR, making the hole in the lower part
Of its face
Just stick your thumb in here whilst
make the other" Mr. Pollock com
piled, and he went on "The beer which
comes out Of that hole will be mild
he explained as he bored, and the beer
which comes out Of this one when I've
finished it viii be bitter very bitter
he added. inaudibly. "Ah, there, it's
done! Just stick your thumb in this
one, then I'll show you"
Mr. Pollock hastily inserted his thumb
into the second hole. and with both
hands fully occupied waited for the mir
acle.
And now" said Mr.. Twigg, allowing
his smile to broaden, I'm just go along
and catch my train. I've got five min
utes and l can just do It. As l said,
you've done me well while I've been
here and / think youn admit that I've
done you well in return. Good morn
ing Mid and bitter, remember. out Of
the same barrel Don't forget"
He ran lightly up the cellar stairs
and vanished into the stretch of sun
light beyond them Mr. Pollock, with
both thumbs stuck in the barrel, was
busy employing a somewhat slow brain
in calculation as to the choice between
the loss Of his account and the loss of
&c gallons of beer. He had not solved
the problem by the time that Mr.. Twigg
stepped out OF the little station on his
way to town.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
The Fow1er's Story. :: Weird Tai: Complete

goin' for the light, the only thing l
could see"
You must have known you were on
the right road, then" l suggested.
That I didn't" he replied, speak
ing as a man does when he has been
running hard for I couldn't tell but
that the light were Jack o. lantern
that would go out when I come nigh 1t
an leave me in tn worstapart of tn
marsh. or that t'other old owl weren't
a real witch what 'ad set it there for
to drown'd me by BY anyway, the
light were better than the darkness,
an so l run as best | could an slipped
twice an dropped a brace O. me birds
an dussn't stop even for they, an
went on an on till II seemed I'd never
get to the end O. tn runnin'; but the
light kept all on a-twinklin' an so !
kept all on a-runnin', an at last |
seed a bit of the breakwater, an then
all the things shaped themselves an |
know'd in a moment where / was. An
the light were in me own parlor. for il
CHANGED that me brother Jack 'ad
come along, an bein' lonely like, ''ad
just lit the lamp for to see by, an If
IL ddu | Dttu lOI llldl / q never ave
seen land again. | count tn old owl
would ha had me drownded"
That is three years ago. you tell
me-" I said Il should have thought
you would have forgotten the trouble
by now"
The old fowler stirred uneasiIy in
his chair.
4 'ad forgotten it." he confessed,
but last night, when l were down on
the wall at flight time, t'other old owl
came shrikl:in' past me again, an !
know'd she wanted to get me back on
the saltin's for l count she's a witch,
an it's er night An that's why l
ont goo.
DO ye listen" he said in hushed
tones. DO We listen"
I stirred the fire to glow that lit
the fowler's scared. white face Some
thing gray and silent sailed between
the window and the faint light of a
moon half hidden by a clouddrift-a
big owl passed, hooting.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

An when ! got down there and
took me place just afore flight start
ed, blame me if I didn't see another
greet old owl swoopin down FIR the
land; an l dussn't shoot it, not know
in when the flight would start, an it
come right past me, shrikldn' just
like the one I'd shot the t'other night,
and l knowed somethin' was wrong.
Flight come late. 1t We're ten min
utes fore the first birds come over,
and then they come all right and
got six or eight, and thought to my
forgot to tell We that l admit brought
Spot wi me COS shed hurt her foot,
an ia to leave her behind so | 'ad
to pick up me own birds, an for to do
that I kept all on turnin' round, and
two was cripples an ran; and when
ia got the lot and the light were
most gone, blame me if l knew where
the land was and where was the sea.
Il didn't know nOWt about it at
first sJartin off. Seemed to me |
were headin' towards the land right
enough, and then / come to a place
where the mud-bank stopped and
there We're deep water twenty yards
wide comm down with a rush from
two sides at once / looked for me
landmarks, but couldn't see nothin'
an / knew there was somethin'
wrong.
IL grewd more an more skeer'd
like, an begun to run forrard hard
as ever 7 could, an wherever l went
the water kept all on chasin' arter
me. an blame me, if that gre't ole
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

Things went along quietly with Jennie for
/ three or four weeks. She had paid the
$1.50 weekly installment on her clothes reg
ularly, but she noticed everything was not quite
right at the office. Her former girl friend would
not speak to her. and Jennie often noticed her whis
pering to the other girls, and then they would all
look at Jennie.
Jennie knew they talking about her, but
she could not find out what it was they said.
Usually, in the office during the duh season.
they laid several Of the girls off let them 90 en-
tirely, but they always kept the best ones-the
ones that always did just little MORE than the
boss asked them to do.
Jennie had always been among these for she
worked hard and kept her mind on her work
that Is, she used to before she got the foolish ideas
about clothes and wanting to do like other girls
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
Mild and Bitter

NE R. POLLOCK, the landlord of the
MI Comfortable GILL" sat at his
door looking cute upon the
dusty road and the stretch of meadow
beyond and beyond that again at the
line of pollard willows which marked
the stream. He took from his pocket
a large white handkerchief. upon which
a crop Of red spots had broken out
very much as though it had had the
measles, and wiped his forehead with
it, careless of infection.
The morning was hot, and he had just
been engaged in severe physical exer-
ton, nothing less than the conveyance
with the help of the brewers men, of a
thirty-siX gallon barrel of ale into the
cellar. The feat had been safely ac-
complished, and he had cause for salts
faction. Yet all was not well with him.
There was slight frown upon his fore
head and a thoughtful expression in his
watery blue eyes as they roved across
the meadows to a spot by the stream,
where stood a figure of a man clad in
Norfolk jacket and knee breeches and
carrying a fishing rod. Mr. Pollock
eyed him thoughtfully, and scratched
his stubble on his chin-of which he had
two.
Been here three weeks" he NUT
tered, and l amt seen the color of his
money yet. Promises-yes! Settle when
he goes! But then, he amt a-golng-
and living on the fat of the land, too
Not overmuch baggage to speak Of. Of
course, he may be a gentleman. Very
likely he is. But then, again, he mayn't
be. No. It's no go. I'll have it out
With him this very morning"
He stiffened in his determination as
he saw the fisherman turn from the
stream and come toward him across the
meadows, 1t was evident that the
mornings sport had not proved very sat
isfactory. AS he came nearer he re-
vealed himself as a slightly built man
with dark hair, narrow black eyes and
a humorous twist about the corners Of
his mouth. He greeted Mr.. Pollock
cheerfully, but the landlord. having
made up his mind to an unpleasant
duty. was not to be put off by bland
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
Talked Through His Nose.

From America comes the story of a
Scotsman who. While viewing a stat
ne of George Washington, was ap-
preached by an interested American.
II think you'll agree with me, sir"
said the American. that he was
great and good man. A lie never
passed his lips"
"Weel,' said the Scot, Il suppose he
talked through his nose. like the rest
o. We"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
.HEY were openly counting!

'NAE1 were openly COuIllHs.
II was in the Continental
train running down to Naples.
Smithson, clerk in London shipping
office, on the most ambitious vacation
of his life. was the chief spectator.
The tall dark Italian who was talk
ing to the young couple in animated
style did not seem at all embarra ssed
by their conduct.
Smithson shifted in his corner seat
and tried not to look in their direc-
ton. But his glance repeatedly
strayed to the olive complexioned girl,
jet-haired, brilliant-eyed, whose ador-
er, as young and sun tinted as herself,
embraced her neck with his right arm.
and fondled her fingers with his other
hand.
"Ah!"
Smithson had remembered he was
in Italy-the country of romance. He
felt more at ease. To show his toler-
ance he would beg a match. Igno-
rance of Italian was nothing to a man
crossing the Continent to catch a Ger
man liner for the return Mediterra-
mean trip-all to be achieved in a
fortnight.
After several genial glances at the
trio, which seemed to give great Of
Tense, he took out his pipe, and, fixing
his eyes on the tall. dark man. he
pointed to his empty bowl and struck
an imaginary match on his trousers.
A direct insult could not have
caused a more startling outOurst. 1t
came like a gunshot-
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

she
OF late Jennie had been thinking more of the
good times she had and wanted to have. than she
had of her work, and had made several mistakes
in her work. for which she was called down" by
the boss.
She felt and knew that the other girl was doing
all she could to make Jennie lose her Job and
what then Of the $3.50 weekly instament on her
clothes, and also the remainder of her $500 week
that was SO badly needed AT home.
Jennie had not the fellow since Tom met
them at the door going to the hotel and had re-
allied what narrow escape she had when Tom
told her what awful place it was. one of the
girls told Jennie that the boss wanted to see her,
and with drynesS in her throat and futtering
heart she went slowly toward the private office of
the boss. HAL COFFMAN.
ITO be contnued)
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
A Vacation Idea.

When you go into the country or
to the seashore for your vacation,
take a book on ornithology along,
and make acquaintance with the
many species of birds which you are
sure to see. Study them with an
opera glass and make photographs of
them with your camera. Learn to
distinguish them from one another
not only by their plumage, but by
their songs, their calls, their manner
of flight, the character of their nests
and the places that they most fire.
quent; watch their daily life and
habits; follow them through the fields
and into the forests-and don't shoot
them! You will find in this way that
a new source of interest in the world
you live in has been opened for you
One of the recolIections of child
hood that l should most regret to
lose is that Of the wonderful song
of a thrush that / used to hear at
shutdown, ringing across the fields
from some far-away hidden place, the
sweetest sound l ever heard l
would leave my play and stop to
listen in simple wonder. 1t was long
before l found out the name of the
bird that sang that marvellous even
ing song, which fascinated everyone
who listened to it, and I never caught
sight of the bird itself, and yet il
seems to me that l shall hear that
melody as long as the cells of mem
DRY transmit their impressions!
And yet men endowed with the d.
vine gift of human intelligence muir
der birds by wholesale; murder them
for their pIumase; murder them to
get a new dainty for jaded appetites;
murder them, most horrible of all, for
the mere sake of killing; to see their
delicate feathers fly from the impact
of the shot, and their little bodies
drop mangIed upon the ground! And
this is called-SPORT!
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
81 The Murder of the Birds


attention to one of the most neglected
parts of everybody's education. The
man or woman who knows the birds is
a rara isC'rare bird'O in these days,
and that, too, when so much is said of
the charms and wonders of natural
history. Even in the country, there
are only about half a dozen birds, such
as the robin, the bObolink. the barn
swallow. the bluebird and the sparrow,
that any person you meet can tell you
anything about. For most people birds
are only birds. Yet if you will read
such a book as old Gilbert Whites
Natural History of Selborne"-one Of
the most delightful books ever written
you will be quickly convinced that
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
Accepted.

Darling" whispered the ardent
sutton, II lay my fortune at your
feet"
Your fortune?" replied she in sur
prise. Il didn't know you had one"
Wei. it isn't much OF a fortune.
but it will look large beside those tiny
feet"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
SmithsOn on the Continent

| 1t was electrical The Italians
face relaxed. The anger went out of
his black eye. He bowed magnificent
ly and stepped aside, and after vol
uble explanation to the lovers. sat
down.
| Smithson whistled mentally
"Phew! He thinks I've apologized"
Presently the tall man turned, and
pointing to Smithson's gold watch
stammered slowly: "You-haf-
time2'
What! You speak Englsh?"
Smithson proudly exposed to view
the face of the watch.
"A leetle" was the answer.
All four were now smiling. The
beautiful girl, especially. seemed
gratified at the calm after the storm
The train ran into the station.
"Naples?" Smithson exclaimed
"Anpoli." the Italian answered
you eat?"
Rather"
With a pleasant farewell the lovers
casting after the beautiful girl a re-
gretful glance, accompanied the tall
man on foot to a restaurant. AN
experience to tell the chaps at home"
he told himself Cant stand a vaca-
ton without incident"
But he grumbled when. after a
meal of delicate dishes which he could
scarcely swallow, the proprietor Of
the restaurant negligently placed be-
fore him a bill for two.
An Argument.
No, no, you mistake" he said cas-
lily.
Sir, our price" stammered the pro-
prietor, reproachfully. And the dark
man nodded assent.
But I've not brought you-you
brought me-you crook" Smithson
expostulated. He offered five francs
half the sum claimed
The proprietor rejected it with a
torrent of protest, endless as the dark
mans in the train.
Smiling, as before, Smithson re-
peated the verse which had then
feet. Finally he exploded: Il wish
l knew Paradise Lost I'd recite
the whole book at you!" AS last
resort, with a forced smile he began:
The boy stood on the burning
deck"
'Burnidek?" the proprietor inter
rupted. What ess 'burnidek'?"
"Confound you" Smithson thun-
dered, that's where the boy stood
Do you think I'm going to listen to
you fellows EARNING without saying
a word?"
A passing gendarme entered. Pro-
test was useless. As an alternative
to accompanying the officer Smithson
paid ten francs and stamped into the
street.-The gendarme accepting from
the proprietor one franc for settling
the dispute.
On his way to the landing stage
whittier he went to inquire if his liner
We're in, Smithson felt for his watch
1t was gOnei
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
He Speaks.

Morning, Mr. Twigg." he said alb
ruptly, in response to the fsherman's
greetings. No luck, l suppose? one
can't do much when the sky's as bright
as 1t is. There's a small matter l was
wanting to speak to you about-that lit
tie account of mine"
He coughed and drew his stout form
little more upright. Mr.. Twigg's dark
eyes rested upon him a moment and
then wandered away TO the right, TO
where the little country station stood,
neat and trim, amongst its fowery
beds.
Il think l told you" he said. that /
PROMISED to settle when ! left"
Exactly" answered Mr. Pollock ca
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19
Bright Eyes.

A less steady eye would have quail
ed beneath the Italians flashing gaze.
But SmithsOn had noticed the curious.
bewitching light in the orbs of the
beautiful girl, which were directed
toward his face, and he replied grand
ly:
Not at ALI"
The dark man retorted with tor
rent OF sentences.
Sr'ithson might have used the sin
gle H,Lian word he knew, apologize"
but he recalled the advice given him
by an uncle at Dover: Nephew. if
you get into vocal dilemma with a
foreigner, meet volubility with volu-
bility-recite poetry, anything; but
don't falter, and, above all gesticu-
late and smile"
Sentence on sentence still stumbled
from the dark man. A look of soft
ness had come into the eyes of the
girl opposite, put she chung to her
lover as if the little clerk was a bold
highwayman.
There was no longer any reassur-
ance in the beautiful girls face When
the little clerk sought it she cringed
before his glance, and the tall man
moved to screen her from view
The train slowed down slightly. Oc-
casionally the little clerk cast a fur
tive glance at the scenery flying by.
He could think only of poetry as a
means of stemming the others tide Of
wrath. He leaned back and with the
smile of seraph looked up at him
and begin in pathetic, pacifying tones:
An Experiment.
Il am out of humanity's reach.
l must finish my journey alone.
Never hear the sweet music of speech
l start at the sound of my own"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

gerly, seeing an opening for effective ar
gument And what l want to know
is. when that's going to be, for, you see
supposing you was to stay here for
ever then you wouldn't ever settle it.
Now as man to man, would you?"
Mr.. Twigg laughed.
We'll, no." he admitted, pleasantly
Since you put it that way, 1 shouldn't
But you needn't be afraid. Very nice
place, this-pleasant, and quiet, and all
that, but not quite the spot for a per-
manent residence. As a matter of fact,
was thinking of leaving this morning
There's a train in about a half hour,
isn't there? And I've sent my trunks
up to the station"
"Oh, you have, have you?" said Mr..
Pollock, with a momentary suspicion.
Then you and me can settle up before
you uncomfortable and pleasantlike. -
Certainly" answered Mr. Twigg,
promptly. I've just got TO go upstairs
and pack the small handbag, and then
I'll come down and settle up"
VERY well, sir" said Mr. Pollock, be-
coming more respectful at the pros.
pect Of approaching payment you
can't say no fairer than that"
His Account.
He went into the bar TO add up the
details of his account putting on a few
dollars for luck. When Mr. Twigg de-
scended ne presented him with the bill.
The fisherman put down his handbag
and thrust his hands into his trouser
pockets, as though to produce the neces-
sary coin. In the midst Of the process
he paused and looked abstractedIy at
the landlord.
You've treated me very WELL" he
said, and l shall recommend this place
to my friends. And in return, 1 can
show you a tip that ought to be use
full to a man in your line Of business.
If you'd like to know I cap show you
a way to get two kinds Of beer out of
one barrel"
Two kinds of beer out Of one bar
rel?" said Mr.. Pollock. staring why,
It can't be done"
1.-TWO kinds Of beer" repeated Mr..
Twigg Mild and bitter"
"WeH, If you can do that" said Mr.
Pollock. scratching his head. you're a
marvel"
IT'S perfectly easy when you know
how to do it," answered Mr. Twige,
nonchalanuy. "Tn be glad to snow it
to you. You've got a barrel Of beer
in the cellar I SUPPOSE"
Just got a new one this morning
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-19

the bird world is worth a great deal OF
attention, and that those who know
nothing about it are as ignorant of
some of natures greatest charms as
are those who do not know one star
from another