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VOL. XVIL PLYMOUTH, N; C FRIDAY, AUGUST 3, L906. NO. 19
S. lllJS J3UW 13UY.
m BY W R.
THE boys at Bristol school looked
a little askange at one of the lat
est additions to the roll of that
eminently respectable Institu
tion. He Avas a short lad and strongly
inclined to roundness, and a smile of
enduring dimensions brightened his
ruddy face.' It Avas the fashion to size
up newcomers at Bristol with a view
to ascertaining their helpfulness in up
holding the athletic glory of the school.
The self-appointed committee that
looked Sammy fialpin over shook their
heads doubtfully.
Tiny football, fresh?''
"No."
"Baseball V"
"No."
'Run. jump, hurdle?"
No."
Anything you can do?"
'I don't know. Never had a chance
before to find out. You'll see that I'm
very willing."
And he smiled around at the little
group.
"Perhaps he can debate," suggested
Jim Stebbhis.
The new boy shook his head.
"No," he said. "I dou't believe I can
debate. They told me I didn't look
serious -jnonfh to be convincing."
They all laughed at this.
"When you find out what you can do
let us know." said Emory Brown.
"All right," laughed Sammy. "I'll
keep my eyes open and let you know
just as soon as I find out."
The investigators looked at one an
other. There was a drawing clown of
mouths and a quick shrugging of
shoulders.
"Very well," .said Emory Brown,
"We will learn it in that Avay."
And the investigators filed across the
campus.
"Did you ever see such a jelly fish?"
said Jim Stebbins.
Can't get mad at him either," added
Emory Brown.
Long Jack Olmsted held up his hand.
"Bet you the cub has something up
his'sleeve," he drawled. "Any takers?"
There Avas a general laugh.
"Have it your way, Jack," said Em
cry Brown. "But he doesn't look it."
"Looks don't count," drawled Jack.
"Smartest all-round chap that ever
came into this school had a face like
a wooden pie plate.".
"We admire your judgment too high
ly to bet Avitb you, Jack," said Jim
Stebbins. "But get your protege to
shake his sleeve as soon as possible."
They all laughed except Jack.
"Grin awaj-, you hyenas," he
growled. "My money talks for the
cub."
And he stalked away heavily.
Two days later he met Sammie on
the board Avaik back of the laboratory.
"How are they coming, fresh?" he
asked.
The smiling face lighted up.
"Oh, it's Mr. Olmsted," he said.
"Pretty Aveli, Mr. Olmsted. I can't
complain."
Long Jack stepped with him.
"Shaken out that hidden talent yet?"
"No, Mr. Olmsted."
"Don't forget that it is expected of
you."
"I keep it in mind. Mr. Olmsted."
"There's another thing. I've offered
to put up money on you. That is, I've
offered to bet that you have some sort
of specialty that will do you credit
and the school credit. Don't forget
it."
Sammie's smile faded.
"I'm sorry you did that," he said.
"I knewv what I'm about," growled
Long Jack. ' "And I'm not going to
hedge. If you can't find out what your
talent is, I'll have to find out for you
"Where's your room?"
"In Grace hall." .
"I'll drop in on you some time and
talk this thing over."
"Thank you, Mr. Olmsted."
Again Sammy's face clouded as Long
Jack stalked away. The confidence the
latter placed in him was highly era
barrassing. What could he do to make
good?
He started in at the gymnasium Avith
a renew pd zst. But. really, there Avas
nothing to be gained by it. He Avas
just a fair athlete, nothing more.
He played baseball Avith a hopeless
zest. He Avas only a scrub. He tried
the longer runs. He had the pluck and
the Aviiul, but lacked the speed.
Occasionally he received a nod and
an amused smile from the seniors who
had made him the memorable call. He
grinned back at them and worked
away. : -rrjrii
He meant to show his willingness,
even if nothing came of it. He entered
the contents of the freshman class: and
In two events ran third. lie Avas so
round and plucky, and his face beamed
with such a surplus of good nature,
that he received a lively round of ap
plause as he trotted on the track. But
there was more laughter than applause
when he trotted ott'.
One day w hen he was digging into
his Ovid there was a light rap at the
door and Long Jack lounged in.
"Hullo."
"II nil a:. Hr. Oluitl."
ROSE.
Sammie sprang up.
"This your den?"
"Yes. Take the big chair."
The tall senior stared about the
room.
"Mother and sisters, eh?"
"Yes. They've sent me a lot of
things."
'Very good taste. Best lot of sofa
pilloAvs I've seen. Must think a lot of
you."
"I'm the only boy. There are four
girls. Here are their pictures."
He brought the photographs from
the mantel and spread them before the
senior.
"Fine looking, all of them. This one,
especially."
"That's Flora. She's the youngest.
Ethel is generally considered the fam
ily beauty. Ethel is the one at the left.
She's to be married soon. Perhaps
you've heard of the man, Arthur Car-
stairs?"
"Eh! Carstairs? Son of the Car-
stairs in the Cabinet? Fellow who did
those fine things in Abyssinia?"
'Yes. He's all right. We like him,
although we hate to lose Ethel. The
other girls are coming down in June.
I want you to meet them."
'Thank you. I'll be very glad to.
You're a lucky rat. I haven't any sis
tersnor any mother, either."
"Our mother is an invalid," said
Sammie, slowly. "She hasn't walked
for six years." He paused a moment.
But nobody ever thinks of pitying her.
She has such a lovely disposition and
always looks as if she enjoyed every
thing." Long Jack laughed lazily.
"I guess that's where you get your
own smiling countenance," he said.
"It's something very different from
mother's," Sammie returned. "I'm sup
posed at home to grin like a Cheshire
cat."
Long Jack looked around again.
"You certainly have a nicely fur
nished nest," he said. "They don't
stint you along the expense line."
"Oh, no," laughed Sammy. "Dad is
very generous. He says money is
merely a circulating mpdium, and the
man who persistently keeps it circu
lating is the best of all citizens. Dad
never forgets that he was a poor man
at the beginning."
Long Jack stared at the freshman
with a new interest.
"Are you the son of Richard Gal
pin?" he asked.
"Yes."
"You grow more interesting, my boy.
But you can't resemble your father to
any marked extent."
"Not in figure, anyway and certain
ly not in brain. It used to worry him
to think I was stunted, but iie's all
over that now. Dad and I are very
good friends."
There Avas a brief silence. . Long
Jack's restless eyes roamed about the
room again.
"Well, how about the hidden tal
ent?" j
Sammie shook his head.
"Still hidden," he said. "But I'm
going right ahead looking for it. And
the search is doing me good. I never
Avas so Aveli and strong in all my life.
My appetite is positively fierce and
I've cut down my Aveight by sixteen
pounds. Perhaps you wouldn't think
it, but I Avas given up as a hopeless
consumptive once. That's right. They
sent me out on a ranch in Arizona. I
Avas fourteen then. Wasn't I homesick!
If it hadn't been for dad I Avould have
died. Dad sent me something every
day, and every month he came way
from New York to see me. Nobody
knoAvs the sacrifices he made to do it.
Well, I got better, but it Avas awful
lonesome. There Avasn't another child
Avithin a hundred miles of that spot,
and the only thing that interested me
Avas a little band of Indians that stuck
up their tepees along the great ravine
that ran through the ranch. I
learned to ride their ponies and picked
up a lot of Indian ways. I Avas there
nearly a year, and came away as sound
as a dollar."
"I see you have some Indian sugges
tions here," remarked Long Jack.
"Indian headdress, eh. and moccasins,
and Avampum, and a shield and a
spear."
"All souvenirs of Arizona," said
Sammy. "You mustn't overlook the
long how. There, above the mantel.
I Avhitlled that out myself. It's the
very best seasoned hickory," and I'm
very proud of it."
He took it from its hooks and showed
it to Olmsted.
"Can you use It?" the latter asked.
"Oh, yes. The Indian Avho put those
decorations on the bow taught me how
to use it. He AA'as a great chap. They
called him Wounded Heart."
"I'd like to see you handle it," said
Olmsted.
"Would you?" He looked around.
"From the back Avail of my bedroom
to the wall here must be thirty-five
feet." He was tightening the cord ns
he spoke. "Would you mind standing
here in front of the portiere with this
small apple between your fingers?"
lis picked up an arrow and fitted it to
the cord. "That's it, thank row. You
needn't fear for your fingers."
Olmsted laughed.
"I don't," he said.
Sammy Avalked into the bedroom.
"Steady," came his voice.
There Avas a slight twang and the
apple was shattered.
"Fine!" cried Olmsted. "Good
enough for vaudeville. How would
you and I look doing the William Tell
act?" And he laughed merrily.
"I'm sorry it isn't an accomplishment
that can be practically made use of."
said Sammy. "But it certainly brought
me a lot of enjoyment during some
A'ery lonesome hours."
"By George," cried Olmsted. "I wish
archery was a part of the Big Four
field day program."
"I'm sorry, too," said Sammy. "But,
then, you can't tell some other fellow
might be a good deal cleverer at it
than me."
"I doubt it," said Olmsted. "But I
must go. I'll see you again."
"Glad you came," murmured Sammy.
And they shook hands.
As Long Jack strode across the cam
pus he encountered Emory Brown.
"How's the protege?" called the lat
ter. "He's all right growled Jack. "And
that bet is still open."
But Emory only laughed and hur
ried along.
It was a clear and sunny afternoou
near the end of May. The campus and
the vine grown old buildings, and the
blue hills beyond, had never looked
more beautiful.
Suddenly the cry of "Fire!" rang out.
The great laboratory building, the gift
of the chief patron of the college, Avas
in flames.
There was a confused running to and
fro, the simple means of extinguishing
fires were sought, and then an alarm
AA'as telephoned into town. The flames
spread fast. They started in the base
ment and swiftly roared upward. The
building was of stone, substantially
built, with double floors and heavy par
titions that were designed to make it
as fireproof as possible. But almost
from the start the flames seemed be
yond control.
The alarm bell could be heard from
the toAvn below. And then the fire ap
paratus began to clatter and rumble
up the slope. With it came a patrol
Avagon filled with, policemen, and be
hind trailed a hurrying crowd of
townspeople.
When the apparatus got into action
the lower floor of the huge building
Avas a billowing sea of flames that
seemed to defy the stream that AA-as
sent against it. The great extension
ladder was set up against the six
storied structure and up this. hurried
the fire chief and several hosemen
Avith a line of hose. The ladder just
reached the heavy cornice of the old
fashioned French roof. The chief
meant to fight the flames from above.
And then a terrible thing happened.
A sudden burst of flame directly
against the long ladder, a flame that
was made more intense by the added
heat of burning chemicals. Before the
ladder could be pushed away from
the danger the mischief Avas done, and
the upper section, almost completely
burned off, toppled over and fell with
a ruinous crash across the sod. At the
same moment the flames burst from a
half-dozen Avindows on a still higher
floor. 1egreat crowd, roped back
by the police, uttered a sympathetic
cry. The chief and his hosemen Avere
in dire danger. They knew it. too.
Fifty feet away from them a puff of
white smoke suddenly shot upward.
The little group ou the cornice hud
dled together close to a huge chimney.
The hose had been Avrenched away
when the ladder fell. The croAvd mur
mured in sympathy. The strongest
stream that the biggest fire steamer
could throw Avould not reach the un
fortunates. For a moment firemen and specta
tors were paralyzed. To leap from
that height meant instant death. No
ladder av.is at hand to reach them. The
smoke from the roof behind rapidly
greAAr dense. They seemed doomed.
Then came a strange diversion. A
chubby figure came darting across the
campus, the figure of an eager eyed
student, whose face seemed aflame.
His eyes brightened as he stared
ahead.
"Jack! Jack Olmsted!" he shouted.
"Clear the Avay for me let me get
through!"
Long Jack whirled about and under
stood. "Make room there!" he roared, and
pushed and fought his way through
the crowd and under the rope despite
the opposition of the policemen. And
Sammy was close at his heels.
"Have the ropes ready, Jack."
"Y'es, Sammy."
The long bow was in the boy's hands
and the end of a ball of twine was
fastened to the slender arrow. He un
rolled the ball by tossing it away from
him. Then he carefully fitted the
arrow and dreAv the string taut.
The croAvd comprehended and was
very quiet. The men on the cornice
comprehended, too, and the chief drew
a little away from the chimney. Be
hind them a fountain of flame suddenly
shot through the roof.
Twang! The arrow phot upward
with its trailing length of string. It
struck the sloping slate roof close to
the chief, and that official fell upon it.
Swiftly, yet carefully, he drew up the
stout twine, and then a light cord, and
lastly the heavy rope. And the men
crouched low because of the heat of
the glowing furnace behind them.
The rope AA-as passed about the chim
ney and the men let themselves doAvn
one by one, the chief coming last of all.
Half way doAvn they came to the tall
ladder that the men had waiting for
them, and just as they reached the
ground the roof fell in with a fright
ful crash.
Long John Olmsted overtook Sammy
Galpin half way across the campus.
He threAv his arms across the boy's
shoulders.
"They are all right," he cried balf
hysterically. "I I knew you had some
thing up your sleeve. You're the hero
of the year, you little runt!" And he
gave the lad an affectionate hujj.
"But what's the matter with you?"
And he turned the boy around.
"I cracked the bow." said Sammy,
ruefully. Cleveland Tlain Dealer.
A match company, which tried to set
up a factory at Savannah. Ga., found
that the product could not be success
fully made in the atmosphere of that
city.
The so-called "sacred running oxen"
of Ceylon are the smallest of the ox
family, and it is affirmed that their
height never reaches more than thirty
inches.
In porous glass, which is made in
France, the holes are so small that
neither dust nor draught can enter, and
yet the ventilation is said to be ex
cellent. Nearly 70.000 pounds of sheep-gut are
used annually for making strings for
musical instruments in Germany. Rus
sia furnishes most of this 01,000
pounds.
The Tan Handle is testing an electric
headlight for its passenger locomotives.
One of the company's engines has been
equipped A-ith a dynamo placed direct
ly back of the smokestack. It fur
nishes light not only for the headlight,
but for a large number of small bulbs
placed among the machinery of the
engine.
That the radio-activity of air may be
due to the escape of emanations from
subterranean regions, to heat in the
earth's interior causing the expulsion
of negative ions from certain oxides,
or to ions received from the sun, is sug
gested by H. Nagaoka, in a paper on
radio-activity and geophysical phenom
ena, published in the Fbysico-Muth-ematical
Soc. Tokyo Proc.
The degree to Avhich solids slowly in
termix is one of the recent surprising
discoveries. A New Zealand teacher
mentions the dark patches which ap
pear opposite the steel Avinding-stems
on the inside of silver AA'atch cases
forty or fifty years old. tests showing
that these patches are iron, which has
vaporized, dissolved in the wlver and
diffused into the solid metal. Still
more remarkable is an instance of the
penetration of carbon into porcelain.
Fresh pencil marks are easily remoA-ed
from an old porcelain Avriting tablet,
but some notes Avritten forty years
ago have sunk into the tablet to con
siderable depth and cannot be erased.
Amateur entomologists will be inter
ested in a suggestion by Dr. F. E. Lutz
for the preservation of all kinds of
spiders' webs. The webs should be
sprayed from an atomizer with artists'
shellac, and then, if they are of the or
dinary geometric form, pressed care
fully against a glass plate, the sup
porting strands being at the same time
severed. After the shellac has dried,
the plates carrying the Avebs can be
stored nAvay in a cabinet. Even dome
shaped Avebs may be preserved, in
their original form, by spraying them
with sheliac and thru allowing them
to dry before removal from their sup
ports. Many spiders' Avebs are A'ery
beautiful, and all are characteristic of
the species to Avhich they belong, so
that their permanent preservation is
very desirable.
The tran'smutati'iii of metals so
much ridiculed a few years ago is now
thought to be taking place in nature,
but the modern alchemist is still as
powerless as Avas the ancient one to
bring it about by artificial means. If
it ever becomes practicable, the valua
ble product will be the energy released
as electricity or in other form. Mr. F.
Sou'ly points out that the energy of
some hundreds of tons of coal would
have to bo put into nn ounce of silver
to convert it into gold; but that a more
probable change would be from a
heavy element like lead, the operation
yielding energy of great value, with
the gold as an unimportant by-product.
A similar extraction is going on at our
great poAvcr stations Avater power,
steam and gas. The fuel or high po
tential Avater is converted into baser
products, and the process abstracts
valuable energy that is converted into
useful forms.
THE "W OUSTED CHURCH"
NEW HAMPSHIRE'S UNIQUE EDI
FICE DECORATED BY WO
MAN PASTOR.
The Rev. Mrs. Mcnmouth Found the
Church Bare of All Ornament and
Without an Organ Use She Made
of Worsted and Paper-i Mecca for
Sightseers.
Probably the most unique church to
be found anywhere in New Hampshire
and probably in the New England
states Is the little union house of wor
ship in Eact Canterbury, some six
miles from Canterbury Centre and 10
miles from the nearest railroad, writes
the Canterbury correspondent of the
Boston Herald. The little church,
which is known throughout New
Hampshire as the "Worsted" church
has been the home of the Congrega
tional and Methodist societies since
1839, the year in which the building
Avas erected.
The unique feature of this meeting
house is its interior, which is deco
rated wholly with worsted and paper,
but considerably more worsted than
paper, and it was on this account that
the edifice received its name, the
"Worsted" church. While this place
of worship is in a secluded part of the
toAvn, to which access is gained only
by walking or driving over 10 miles of
country roads from the Canterbury sta
tion of the Boston & Maine railroad,
the church register shows that hun
dreds of visitors are , shown through
the church eA'ery year and especially
during the summer season by Frank
Brown of East Canterbury, who is cus
todian of the little edifice. The resi
dents of the town frequently visit the
place, and are regular attendants at
every Sunday service which is held
during the summer season, when it is
possible to secure a clergyman to fill
the pulpit. To the natives and more
especially to those who are members
of the church, Methodists or Congre
gationalists, the place is the pride of
the' town. The people of Canterbury
( swore by the decorator, Avho was also
jthe preacher, and she was Mrs. Sarah
jiinzaoetn aionmouin.
To all Canterbury and the surround
ing country Mrs. Monmouth was a re
deemer. She was always sought in
case of trouble and her advice was
final. When any of the good Christian
people were ill and feared they Avere
going to die they had to see Mrs. Mon
mouth and a few comforting words
from her had a better effect than much
of the medicine prescribed by the vil
lage doctor or by his wife in his ab
sence. The preacher held the esteem
of every man, woman and child in the
village and she respected thm.
Mrs. Monmouth, who Avas pastor of
the church, died nearly 20 years ago,
after administering to the spiritual
wants of the people of Canterbury for
more than 10 years. .Her death was
due tc overwork in striving to do
what was almost impossible in the lit
tle church, where she preached, lived,
slept, cooked and ate. While she had
a comfortable little home in Canter
bury Centre, sime six miles away, she
was too anxious to be near her people,
and cn that account she made her
home as near to them as possible, and
found' that the church was the best
place she could be found day or night.
Her principal services were on the
Sabbath, when she held one in the
morning and another in the evening,
Avith Sunday school at the noon hour.
During the week, too, she had prayer
services, and although many of her
congregation lived miles aAvay, they
never found it inconvenient to attend
and listen to her advice to men and
women.
Mrs. Monmouth Avas not an ordained
preacher, nor did she have a license;
but she took the place of the regular
pastor one Sunday during his ab
sence and made such an impression
upon the congregation that a commit
tee of the churchmen Avaited upon her
and asked her to fill the pulpit regu
larly. She consented to do so, and
in less than a month she was the
regular preacher. When Mrs. Mon
mouth assumed charge the interior
of the church was Avithout decorations
of any kind. There was not a picture
on the walls, and, in fact there was
nothing but the pulpit and pews. The
Sunday services consisted of a ser
man by the pastor, and occasionally
the members Avould attempt to sing a
psalm without the aid of an organ or
piano. While the preacher was a good
pastor, he had a small congregation
and saw no prospects for enlarging
it.
Whfn the new preacher assumed
charge she purchased an organ and
installed it in the choir gallery, and
in the choir loft she placed a little mot
to, "Give thanks and sing." Avhich she
Avorked out in worsted in bracken
burg. This was the first of a series
of Avorsted needlework, and from that
day fcr nearly 10 years, or almost dur
ing the entire time of her pastorate,
she worked daily upon something or
other cf worsted which she used to
decorate the interior of the little meet
ing house. Several of the quotations
which she worked out in worsted and
framed in the same material before
hanging on the walls were very appro
priate, the members of the church
say, and among them were, "Get wis
dom. God loveth a cheerful giver,"
which was hung over the poor-box;
"Enter betimes the open door," which
was in a conspicuous place In the ves
tibule, and another, "Work while? the
day lasts. The night cometh wherein
none can work," hangs on the wall,
where no one can fail to see it. Over
the pulpit is probably the most elab
orate which she worked out in a
frame. This reads: "Ye are come un
to Mt. Zion and to the city of the liv
ing God, the heavenly Jerusalem and
to an innumerable company of angel3,
to the general assembly and church
of the first born which are written in
heaven and to God, the judge of . all,
and to the spirits of just men made
perfect, and to Jesus, the meditator
of the new covenant, and to the blood
of sprinkling which speaketh better
things than that of Abel."
The decorations include draperies,
streamers of worsted and paper sus
pended from the walls and ceiling with
festoons of the same material where
the streamers meet. Window shades,
table covers and a thousand and one
other things about the interior of the
little edifice are of worsted, and those
who were very intimate with the
preacher say that she used thousands 1
of yards of the material to do the
work, and what was more, she pur
chased it out of her salary, expending
every cent in that direction.
The work throughout is artistic and f
the many colored shades of worsted
are blended together with the greatest
accuracy. The best of material was
used, and much of the work is of such
an excellent design that the pastor
was acknowledged as an artist after
she completed it. Worsted flowers,
white calla lilies, roses, Mayflowers,
and almost every flower in worsted
adorn the pulpit and a circular arch
which extends over it. While these
decorations have been in the church
for more than a quarter of a century
they ar 'n almost the same condition
today as they were when they were
first put up. While the pastor was V
alive, she personally took care of the
decorations and kept them clean, and
her example was followed by the mem
bers of the church after her death.
During the whole time Mrs. Mon
mouth was engaged in the decorating,
and that was almost the whole time
she was pastor, she made her home in
the choir loft and she would give it.
up Sunday to the choir singers. Al
though she was recognized as a good .
preacher and a most attractive pastor,
she was also considered very eccentric .
and the idea of decorating a church
with worsted Avas one of her greatest
eccentricities.' As a preacher she fol
lowed the style of Henry Ward Beechr
er and very frequently memorized his,,
sermons and delivered them to, her
congregation. While her regular con-,
gregation never numbered more .than.
50 she was always favored with a large
audience of townspeople, and in the .
summer by vacationists: The seating
capacity, which is 200, was very fre- ;
quently taxed to its utmost capacity.
After her death the Union Society of
Methodists and Congregationalists was
unable to secure a pastor, and only . ,
during the summer months services
are held. At all times during the year
the church is open to the public, and if .
there is anything that Sexton Brown
likes it is to show visitors through the
old edifice.
Another eccentricity the pastor pos
sessed was her fad upon economy, and
while she was worth thousands of dA- .
lars, she boasted that she lived on 10
cents a day and had all she wanted to.
eat for that money. She was . so .
anxious to have her friends follow her
example that she wrote a book upon
the question and distributed thera
among her friends; but they took such
little interest in that part of her
preaching that there is not one of the
books to be found today in Canter
bury. She died January 16, 1887, at
the age of 59. at the home of a relative
in London.
Gets News From Windmills,
In Holland births, marriages and
deaths, instead of being recorded in
newspapers, are indicated by wind
mills. When a miller gets married h
i stops his mill with the arms of the
wheels in a slanting position and with
the sails unfurled.
His friends and guests frequently dc
likewise with their mills, in token oi
the ceremony. To indicate a birtt
the Avhcel is stopped with the arms in
a slanting position, but at a mor
acute angle than for a marriage, and
with the two upper sails unfurled.
Should a miller die the sails of hit
mill are all unfurled and the whee!
is turned round until the arms fornr
an upright cross, in which positiot,
they are left until after the funeral
has taken place.
Lyman's Annuity.
Yankecland is conservative even tl
perpetrating its traditional traits.
Here is the latest example o fshrewd
ness in Lyman Jennings of Athol, whe
gave the town $9000 on condition oj
receiving from the town an annuity ot
$340. Up to date he has had $16,200
and is still hearty and with a prospec
of getting considerable more.
A New York politician who advertf
fd for a wife failed to make a ehoic
out of 200 appl'cants. t
f )