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IIITIIIIIITII‘I‘ITIIII’III
T WAS evident to the most careful
observer that'a funeral was in prog«
,ress at the Cross Roads church. True,
even on preaching days the people sat
on logs around the church door, or
strayed among the graves and read the
inscriptions with an air of gentle mel-
ancholy, waiting ,until the preacher
was rounding the bend of the road on
his old horse before they straggled into
the church. But on this occasion [there
was a different air about the little
group. Uncle Silas Benson sat on his
accustomed log, and forebore to whit-
tle as was his wont. Old man Boli-
var, beside him, was staring thought-
fully at the ground with the air of one
who reflects on the briefness of life
and the absolute certainty of death for
his neighbors. Mr. Teakwood had
brought out a chair, and was sitting
tilted back against the church wall,
with his large hands clasping his knees.
In the graveyard, just behind the
church, the women were gathered,
staring at that other woman who sat
beside an open grave, separated from
all except the large, yellow dog beside
. her.
“If this ain’t jest like Jim Dawson,”
drawled George Smith to the group at
the front of the church. “He ain’t
never been on time at airy appointment
he’s ever made, and here he is delayin’
his own funeral.”
“I donst reckon Jim’s in any hurry,”
return’cd Uncle Silas Benson, with a
dry, inward chuckle. “I wouldn’t rush
none if I was in his place; I’d jest go
slow.” '
The chuckle found instant response.
A ripple of silent grins spread over
the faces of the assembled mourners.
“What ye reckin it was that Jim died
of?” threw out old Bolivar in a gen:
eral way, at the same time taking off
his hat and gazing'mournfully into its
depths.
“The man didn’t know,” drawled Mr.
Teakwood, slipping by well-established
right into his place of spokesman.
“’Cordin’ to what the man said, he
jest slumped, Jim did. It come over
him kind 0’ sudden—first time any-
thing sudden ever struck him. He was
a settin’ on a. box in front 0’ Skaggses
old store; jest a-settin’ there an’ look-
in’ at the landscape like as if he’d made
it hisself an’ was powerful pleased
with it—” .
“If that wa’n’t jest like Jim!” de-
clared George Smith, with a, note of
distinct admiration in his voice.
“An’ all at oncet he begin to slump,
the man said, an’ was dead before he.
teched the floor. So the man came
on to let us know, so’s we could have
the grave ready.”
“They was powerful good p’ints in
Jim,” said old man Bolivar, reflectively.
“Yes; I ain’t never saw Jim have
a fuss with nobody,” ventured Mr.
Teakwood. “The nighest he ever come
to it,_ I reckin, was that time Buck
Simpkius kicked that fetch-takid dog
0’ Jim’s over at the Cross Roads. Jim
got down offcn the box he was a-settin’
on, an’ he looked at Buck for about a
minute; an’ he says: ‘I’vc got a no-
tion to hit ye!’ An’ then he clim back
on the box, an’ that’s all they was of it.”
“The las’ time I seen Jim alive,” re-
turned old man Bolivar, “was yistidday
mornin’ when the sun was about a. hour
high. He was mounted on that little
sorrel nag 0’ lu's’n an’ was a moseyin’
along to’ds town then. ‘IIello, Jim,
says I. ”What you goin’ to town for?’
‘Well, I kinder thought- I‘d go up there
an’ look aroun’,’ says Jim. That’s all
Jim ever has done ever since I’ve
knowed him. He’s jes’ been a-lookin’
aroun’. But they wa’n’t no harm in
Jim.” "
The group of matrons, rounding the
corner of the church just then, saw a
prospect for diversion, and drew near.
“I wonder what Malviny’s'goin’ to do,
now that Jim‘s gone?” Mr. Teakwood
asked of the foremost woman whose
‘sunbrowued face was framed in a pink
gingham bonnet. “I reckin she can't
' live there alone, jest her an’ the yaller
dog. A woman kinder needs a man
about the house—to feed the Muses—
an’ skeer away tramps, an’——sech like,”
he concluded. rather lamcly, for the
matron’s eye was fixed on him.
“Well, I reckon Malviny’ll go on
doin‘ the work, jest like she’s always
been adoin’,” was the cutting answer.
“I don’t want to say no harm 0’ the
' dead, but Jim wa’n’t no more good‘ to ,
Malviny than a tallered rag.”
“Jim
work,” admitted Mr. Teakwood cau-
tiously; “but there wa’n’t no harm in
J im—an’ anyway, I wouldn’t want to
speak no harm of the dead.”
“1 recommember,” said Uncle Silas
, Benson, whetting his knife on the sole
of one shoe—“I recommember that
when I had my log-rollin’ las’ spring
Jim never got there till the las’ log was
done rolled and we was a fixin’ to set
down to supper; but I never laid it up
ag’in him; an’ anyhow, I wouldn’t want
to mention it, now he’s dead. When a
man’s departed let him rest, an’ pile I
on all the good you can think up about
Dim."
There was a general murmur of as— I
scnt——-a murmur broken by an exclama-
tion from two or threeat once.
“They's somebody a-comin’. over the
hill!”
A moving figure was visible for a mo-
ment on the white patch of sandy road
that crowned the summit of the distant
hill. No doubt it was the ad vance
guard of the approaching funeral. In -
an instant the group was broken up.
Comfortable seatsywere deserted, and,
with one accord, the mourners marched ,
into the graveyard and stood around
the open grave, every man with his hat ,
SW“ and famfliiiegupphw' Lowe i in his hand. They looked half ashamed,
‘ , ' as though the dead had found them
ELLS Gt 00-. I ' NOI’th Ave' i criticising him. . .
"organ“ 1 The womanin this chair stood up and
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wa’n’t no great shakes for.
- is.
looked. around. She had vaguer ex.
pected that she would be able to cry
when the time came, but now she dis-
covered, with" something like disap-
pointment, that she was not going to
cry after all. The yellow dog with the
cocked ears was listening.
The hoof-beats became audible; the
dog gave a low whine and began to
tremble. The little minister opened
his book" at the burial service, and kept
his finger between the leaves to mark
the place.
All at once the dog :broke through
the group and “went bounding out at
‘the open gate,_leaping around ‘ and
‘around the solitary horseman that
< pulled up there. For one awful mo-
:ment the stoudest hearts among them
beat faster. Uncle Silas Benson stag-
gered back until his foot caught in a
rcpe—like root, and he sat down unexé
ectedly upon the heap of dirt that had
'been thrown up from Jim Dawson’s
grave. The others retreated to the
back fence of the graveyard, taking the
mounds in nimble leaps; and a few
went skimming over the fence itself.
Indeed, it is said that .George Smith
:was seen no more until evening of the
‘next day, when he straggled home,
splattered and weary.
‘ell, if this don’t beat creation, Jim
"Dawson!” ejaculated Uncle Silas, who
was the first to recover himself. “Here,
make that blamed dog keep down!
What d’ye mean by this, Jim, comin’
back here alive when we was a-fixin’ to
bury ye?”
“I come to,” replied Jim Dawson,
weakly. It was his only explanation.
“Well, I wisht ye’d a-come to before
I blistered my hands helpin’ to dig that
cverlastin’ grave for ye! ” shouted Uncle
Silas, irritably. “I ain’t got no use f01
a. man that don’t know his own mind,
even when it comes to dyin’.”
“An’ now somebody’s got to go to
work an’ fill up that fetch-takid grave,”
said Mr. Teakwood, beginning to edge
‘away toward his own horse. “0’ course
we couldn’t leave it there, a-starin’
everybody in the face whenever they
‘looked out o’ the winders, an’ a-makin’
’em think it was a waitin’ fur them.
"Whoa, there, Nance! Hold up your
blamed head!” _
, “Well, I reckin’ I’ll be gittin’ along
.to’ds home,” said old man Bolivar, and
he, too, stole off in the direction of his
horse. “I promised Mandy I wouldn’t
be gone loug—uu’ I wouldn’t, either, if
it ’ud ’a’ been any other man than Jim
Dawson.”
“71th one impulse there was a general
move towards the horses and wagons.
and, before the dog had ceased his wild
jubilation, Jim Dawson and his wife
and the dog were alone. Then Mrs.
Dawson came into the road and walked
swiftly away toward a cabin on the op-
posite hill.
“If you’re a-comin’ you’d better come
on,” she called curtly over her shoulder.
“You’ve put things off till it’s power-
ful late, {111’ I’ve got to go home and git
supper.”
The rider turned his fascinated eyes
from the yawning grave and the heap
of red clay beside it, and followed slow—
ly after. The dog trotted beside him,
his red tongue hanging, his eyes on his
master’s face.
Jim Dawson sat, down in the door of
the cabin while his wife. threw things
about noisily in her preparations for
supper. '
“I couldn’t help it neither way. Mal-
viny,” he began, a tremble of weakness
running through his slow drawl. “I
was a settin’ there, not a-thinkin' of a
thing in the world, when all at oncet I
jest slumped; an‘ likewise I was a lay-
i in’ there, not a-thinkin’ of a thing in the
world, when I come to. I'm sorry ye
; had all the trouble about gettin' the
grave dug, an‘ goin’ to the fun‘ral—"
The timid, yearning note was in the
soft drawl, but it brought no response
from Melvin y. A quicker car than hers
had heard. The dog, whose, head had
been on his master’s knee, suddenly
sprang higher and laid his awkward
paws on Jim’s breast, looking straight
into his eyes as only a dog can look.
And then something dawned upon
Jim Dawson’s troubled consciousness.
Surprise and something like exultation
5 was in his voice as he muttered: .
l “Well, by Ned, the dog’s glad I come
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to! ”—Saturday hvening Post.
On a. Strange Journey. ,
As some drivers of the royal artillery
were at riding drill one day, one 6f the
drivers’ horses bolted with him, and
was making his way toward the stables,
when an officer met”them.
“Where are you going?” inquired the
officer. . , .
“I don’t know,‘ sir!" shouted the
driver, as he flew past. “Ask the
horse!"——-Spare Moments.
l Classical.
Pliidias-48ay', Pericles, you make me
wearywith your shouts of war.
Pcriclesi—And you make Minervas
with your mallets and chisels.-:SS'T3'
ruse Herald. '
INSPECTION OF PLANTS.
In No Other Way Cafi the Introduction
and Propagation o! Insect
Pests Be Prevented.
The need of government inspection
of all importations of plants and shrubs
and the. danger to the agriculturists of ’
the country through the present lack
.of such inspection, was clearly shown
the other”. [ at the agricultural de<
partme/ ~"_";lildings in Washington,
when 5‘ {5/ large boxesof plants ar-
rived 1.__ I-j‘Japan. They were opened
and a number of them found to con-
tain young camphor trees intended for
distribution among the southern staes.
As is usually the case, the various sci-
entists of the department—the bug
men, the fungus specialists, etc.,—Were
present and on the lookout for any new
bugs, fungi or other pests. The expert
examination resulted in the entire lot
of camphor trees being burned up, al-
.though to all appearances they were
fairly healthy. Every plant was affect-
ed by a kind of anthracnose, and mil-
dew and a species of scale insectgvere
found.
The camphor tree as grown in the
United States is remarkably free from
diseases, but with the distribution
which might have been given this lot
of trees, perhaps highly injurious dis-
cases and insects w0111d have been in-
troduced in all camphor growing sec-
tions: Such diseases frequently do not
develop on' the one or two-year-old
nursery plants, and if sent out’By
nurserymen who do not take especial
notice and who, anyway, having paid
for their importation, are loth to adopt
stringent measures, are very liable to
spdead an ineradicable disease before
its very existence may be known. The
camphor industry in the United States
is not now an important one, but in
later years it may be, yet this is simply
an example of what is liable to occur
in other and more valuable industries.
There is absolutely no national protec-
tion possible under present laws. If
the nurseryman wishes to import a
similar' lot of camphor trees from
Japan, or some other more widely
grown tree, and send them out broad-
cast over the country, even though they
be full of diseases, he cannot be stopped
by the government. Many of the worst
diseases and insects have been brought
into the United States in_ this manner,
requiring the annual outlay of thou-
sands of dollars to combat their depre-
dations; whereas, at a comparatively
small cost the government could en-
tirely control all imports of plants.
seeds, etc.. and save growers from pos-
sible additional losses through these
mediums. Germany, France, Italy and
even dozens of unimportant colonies
are enforcing stringent regulations in
this respect, but the United States, the
country in which the imports are larg-
est and most varied because of the en-
ergy of her people, is the farthest Tie-
l1ind.——-Journal of Agriculture.
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There is a man in western New York
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public sprayer.—-Farm and Home.
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