The Formoso Enterprise from Formoso, Kansas • 1

ENTERPRISE. FOMOSO FO It MONO, KANSAS, FHI DAY, JANUARY 24, 1896. VOL. NO. 4.

PRISONERS ON THEIR HONOR. THE BANNER OVER MIL REIGN OF THE VIOLET FAVORITE OF SOCIETY AND THE PROPER MAN. seeking, but instead has given me bacit my boy. "For years I have not observed Thanksgiving, because I felt I hud nothing to be thankful for, but to-day wo will go up to God's house to give thanks together; to give thanks for tho banner of love that has been over us all these years." "And it will he over us until the end," returned Nathan. "Yes, thank God, for my unanswered prayer," replied the old mother.

"God is love, now and evermore." was on a bright, sunshiny morning in May, 1862, thai Nathan Bryant bade his mother farewell, and wst out from thT Uttle homo 'here h'j had been so tenderly reared and sheltered, to endure the Outrank the 15oe in Favor The fleatr-ineiit Kxpreaxed by a Gift of Theiu Well Suited to Ordinary Social Usage, HE violet Is the reigning royalty Kaiy to Mintage If the OttW-er Has Their Good Will. Jasper Itamey, one of the moonshiners now in jail here, walked twenty miles to give himself up to tho revenue officers, says the Louisvillo Courier-Journal. This Is not uncommon in the mountain counties. A number of the deputies who make periodical visits to the counties of Pike, Knott, Magoffin, 6tc, have little trouble in arresting the men they are after, while other officers have to fight for their lives. It is told of ono of the deputy marshals that whenever he wants a man he simply writes a letter to him informing him that an indictment has been returned against him and that he wants to met him on a certain day at a neighboring town.

Some of the letters wind up like this: "I also have warrants for several of the other boys (naming them), and I wish you would tee them and tell them that I will be In on and for them to be there." this season. To be MOTHERS-IN-LAW UP NORTH, if sure, tho festive Those of the British Columbia line N.i Favorite Boas-In Law, A committee which has just returned to England from British Columbia, where it has been engaged in making investigations among the savages for 0 santhemum still flaunts its fuff of bloom in tho coat of the dude along Broadway, and the politician still wears a pink rosebud in his button hole, irrespective of the red cravat under his collar, aud the howling swell still walks abroad with a camel ia or a Malmaison the enlightenment of the anthropological section of the British Association, reports the discovery of a tribe known as the Ts'ete'a'ut. This tribe, though in most respects outrageously barbarous, has made one extraordinary stride forward toward civilization, for among them the committee "found the custom of avoidance between mother-in-law and son-in-law." This custom is entitled "matuo ha," a term which bears some resemblance to "mutual hate." This habit was common to all the Tinneh tribes. The savage sons-in-law and mothers-in-law were not only ashamed to take to each other, but even carefully avoided seeing each other. The reason for this curious avoidance could not be discovered.

called Nathan's name was among the MO that did not respond. A comrade had seen him fall, shot In the lnvd, and as his name never appeared n. any hospital list or among prisoners paroled or exchanged, the supposition became a reality in the minds of his friends that he occupied one of the unknown graves so hastily dug on tho field at the close of the second day's light. Accepting this belief, his mother mourned him as dead, and as tho years went by Bhe continued to griovo over her loss, lamenting sorely that she had been denied even the pleasure of caring for his grave. Instead of softening her, her affliction seemed to cause her to grow hard and selfish, and every year she lived more and more to herself, shunning her neighbors and refusing all their well menat sympathy and kindness.

Regardless of her pressing need, she steadily refused to apply for the pension which rightly belonged to her. "It is blood money," she insisted, "blood money, and do you think I could use such the price of my boy's life?" But instead of dying from the wound received in his head, Nathan had been carried to a hospital, where for months and months he lay hovering between life and death. At last he was given back to life, but regardless of the fair state of health to which he was restored, be was not himself. It could not be said that he was insane, but to him all the past was like a dream. He bad no distinct recollection of his early home, and could not recall even his own name or tell to what regiment he belonged.

The surgeons thought that in time his memory of the past would be restored to him, but it was not, and not knowing where to send him, he remained in the hospital as a nurse until the close of the war. Then, in company with a hospital friend, he drifted to the far West, where by diligence he succeeded in acquiring a small property and making for himself a home. Gradually, as the years went by, glimpses of the happy past came back to him. Visions of the little vine-clad New England home tormented him by their obscurity, and of the mother who watched him through Infancy there came an indistinct remembrance. Before he left the hospital he had regained some of his lost knowledge of books, but in all his study and reading of papers he never came across anything that suggested a possible solution of the mystery surrounding his early life, until, one autumn day, fifteen years after the close of the war, while reading his daily Bible lesson, he came across his parting words to his mother, "His banner over me is love." In an instant, like a flash of light from heaven, that farewell scene on the porch of the old home returned to him.

He remembered his mother's sad face and her words that called forth his declaration, "His banner over me is love." Her name and his own seemed now familiar to him, and a few moments' thought linked that scene in his life with those of his childhood and his entry into the army in such a way as to giv-j him a full picture of the past up until the time he had been wounded in battle. He scarcely dared to hope that his mother had survived all these eighteen years of suspense, but anxious to know the worst, he hastily prepared for a visit to the East, and in less than twenty-four hours was hurrying as fast as the train could carry him towards the rising sun. It wa3 early in the morning of Thanksgiving day when he reached the trials and hardships of the camp, tho march and the battlefield. He waa a handsome, Intelligent youth, a mere boy. having just passed his eighteenth birthday, and as he was all that was left to his widowed mother, it was not at all strange that she gave him up so reluctantly.

A year before, when the first call for volunteers roused the slumbering patriotism in hears all over the north, Nathan had been anxious to offer his services, but his mother had refused her consent, with the promise, however, that if he would wait until he was eighteen her objection should not stand in his way. Like hundreds of others, she thought the bloody strife would cease long before the year was over, and when she gave that promise she had little fear that she would ever be called upon to redeem it. But her word had always been as good as her bond, and when Nathan had come again to her on his eighteenth birthday, seeking her permission to lay his life a sacrifice upon his country's altar, with a breaking heart she told him to go, and when at sight of her grief he began to waver, she assured him that her blessing would go with him. Nathan inherited his patriotism as well as his sturdy New England principles, for out in the little old-fashioned graveyard on the hill there already slept three generations of soldier ancestors. His own father had been with Taylor at Buena Vista during the Mexican war in 1S47, and his grandfather had given his life in helping to win Perry's victory upon Lake Erie in the strife of 1812.

A generation earlier his great-grandfather had followed Washington through the eight years of revolutionary struggles, and now, as the descendant of such illustrious yeomen, Nathan dared not turn his back on the call of his country no, not even if his patriotism should be sealed with his blood. "I understand all this; I understand just how you feel on this subject," sobbed his mother, clinging to him, after he had enumerated some of the brave deeds of his forefathers, deeds which must not be dimmed by the cowardice of the only one left to keep the name stainless. "'Yes, I understand everything, but that does not make the parting less bitter," she added. "You are all I have, and in giving you up I surrender everything, everything." "You will still have God left, mother, and he is more and better than the best of earthly friends," remonstrated Nathan. "You know he says 'Nevertheless I am continually with Can't, you take him at his word and say, Thou hast holden me by thy right hand.

Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterwards receive me to "Yes, yes. I have no right to eoni- A Gravel Walk. The gorgeous tales of oriental splendor tell of pathways strewn with gold dust, to be trodden by the sacred feet of royalty, and diamonds are the conventional paving material for the promenade of the princes in the fairy tales. It has been left to a St. Louis business man, says a correspondent, to construct a gravel walk, neither long nor strikingly beautiful, that is a modern, if comparatively humble, rival of these glistening highways of fiction and fable, for it represents 15,000 in hard cash.

The manager of a St. Louis coffee company is the proud possessor of this unique walk. It is composed of several tons of Brazilian pebbles, that came to him in an ordinary business way during the last few years. This firm are heavy importers of Brazilian coffee. Before the berries It is said that many of tho men make their appearance at the place and time designated.

Several deputy marshals who go to the top of the Cumberland for prisoners occasionally let tho men "tend their crops" while they are under arrest. Tho officer goes through the country, meets the man and says: "Tom, I've a warrant for your arrest." "All right; I've been 'spectin' It." "I know you've a big crop, though, and as court don't meet before October, you can 'tend your crop and come up to Louisville just before court opens." Then tho man would return to hi3 v.crk and at tho appointed time he would be In this city ready to answer to the charge against him when his case was called. Several months ago one of the oldest of the deputy United States marshals In Kentucky walked up to the door of the county jail and asked for the jailer. He was introduced to Mr. Watts and said: "I have three 'shiners' that I brought from Magoffin county.

As we came on the train I left my 'mitimuses' In my saddle bags and when we came out of the coach I forgot my saddle bags. I want to know if you will let me put up these prisoners in jail hero without the papers? I will get the 'mitimuses' in a few days and it will be all right and proper." Jailer Watts told the man he would accommodate him because of his bad luck. "But where are the prisoners?" said the jailer. "Oh, them! Well, they're out in town some place. We came in yesterday and I told them they might knock about the city until I arranged it with you for them to go in here.

I'll go and look them up and bring them In." In about an hour he returned with three typical mountaineers, who said they had enjoyed looking at the sights of the city very much. They had never been in Louisville before and thought it a great cat to be able to "ride thar free," en though they came as are ready to be roasted for the market the sacks are opened and the contents carefully examined for twigs, leaves carnation. But the violet, sweet violet, is the boutonniere of the season for the modest man of correct floral intuitions. Tho bunch of violets is the really proper corsage bouquet for the maid of high degree, says New York World. The violets that bloom in the boxes at the Metropolitan opera house on the breasts of the season's beauties are proof of its reign, and beyond this, Clarence Lyman Collins, the best-dressed man in the Opera club, meandered into the stalls the other night with violets on his coat lapel, and Herbert Kelcey, the idol of the matinee girls, was seen on the Rialto in broad daylight wearing "violets dim but sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes." Besides, the fashionable florists say so.

At Thorley's, the garden place of fin de siecle blossoms.and at the "Ros-sary" on Fifth avenue, where tho young firm of society men cater to the sentiments of society Romeos, the violet outranks the rose in flavor. Even as old Herrick declared in very early English days: "The maiden posies And so graced To be placed 'Fore damask roses." "Violets," says the authority at Thorley's, "are always in good taste, if not worn in too large bunches. A small bunch of violets can be correctly worn for any occasion and at any hour. "As offerings they express what other flowers cannot. They can say delicate somethings to the adored one from the undeclared lover; they are safe to send where roses might seem to say too much; they have a language of condolence for friends in bereavement and for general social use they never come amiss.

"Whenever the sender of violets transcends good taste the error is in sending too large a bunch. The girl of his heart would think just as much of the young man's devotion and more of hi3 good sense if he gave her a small corsage bouquet of violets at half the cost of the vulgar, unwieldy, obtrusive bunch, as big as a dinner plate, that must have cost him ten or twelve dollars. With violets there is a tendency to overdo and go into extravagance, and while the florist reaps the benefits, it is still an offense to the sense of the fitting." The violet entered with the football season, and Yale is largely responsible for its social ascendency. The Yale contingent that does not wear violets in its buttonhole and violets on its corsage is craven. The violet is not in its usual type the sort of blue that Yale really waves as Its emblem, but as the next variety of Indigo tint and the best thing to be had in a flower, the violet is worn by nvery maid aud man of the Yale sympathizers.

There Is no other flower that belongs so entirely to the winter costume and nestles so ccsily in the niche of the sable collar or the bows of the muff or boa. It goes to church o' Sundays, and it goes to the symphony and the Pad-erewskf recital, and It is not out of plaz-e in an opera box any more than in a church pew. and other impurities, the latter gen erally taking the shape of small peb bles about the size- of a coffee berry. These came with sncfi regularity and in such quantities that long ago the idea that they were accidentally in the sacks was abandoned and the conclusion reluctantly reached that they were purposely placed in the bags to make weight. The daily discoveries of these Brazilian pebbles, which are paid for as coffee, will fill fin ordinary bucket.

They are still added to the gniv 1 path as they come in. jwunin: kv iUle hamlet where all his boyhood A French stutue to Newton, The French seem to be ahead of every nation in the honor which they pay to great men, especially great men of science, and this honoris not confined to their own countrymen. A number of streets in Paris are called after eminent foreign savants, English and other, and monuments are even erected to illustrious foreigners. For instance, the municipal council of i'aris has decided to erect a statue to Sir Isaac Newton, and in doing so it honors itself. With so many of our own famous men of science, dead or alive, waiting in vain for public recognition in this noble manner, it is hopeless to expect the lord mayor or the county council to reciprocate the compliment and honor the great investigators of France in this way.

London Globe. Jays had been spent. A few words of inquiry at the station gladdened his with the assurance that his mother was yet alive. But when he reached the little cottage where she still dwelt ho found it much more difficult to convince her that the gray-haired man who stood before her was the rosy-cheeked boy who eighteen years before had gone away looking so young and handsome in his suit of blue. After relating his long, sad experience, he said in his old boyish voice: "Mother, I am your loving, warmhearted Nathan yet, your boy given back from a worse condition than A Novel Iteiiirdy.

A Virginia g'ntleman, during an athletic exercise one day, felt a sudden pain, and fearing some internal Injury sent for a negro living on the plantation who made pretensions to medical skill to prescribe for him. The negro, having sagely Investigated the case, prepared and administered a dose with the utmost confidence of a speedy cure. No relief being obtained, however, a regular physician was sent for, who on arriving inquired of the negro what he had given. Sambo promptly responded: "Rosin and alum, sir!" "What did you give them for?" continued the doctor. "Why," replied Sambo, "de alum to draw de parts togeder aud de rosin to solder 'em." Heard the Name Before.

A good story is told of a negro janitor in New York. An occupant of one of the legal offices from which he dally in the winter season removed ashes was moved to present him on Christmas with a handsome gratuity in legal tender. "Merry Christmas, George." he said. "By the way, George, what is your other name?" "Washington, sir George Washington." "Yes, I be leve I have heard that name before." nid the lawyer. "I s'pose you has, sab; I s'pose you has," said the darkey, "l'te beta takin' out ashes here for twenty years," A Well-Paid lioveraeaa.

One of the best paid governesses In Europe is the young English woman jrho has charge of the little king of She receives 14,500 a year, and there are some people who thinks she -raa every cent of it. ieath, but in all these years God's I banner over me has been love, and it was His love that directed me to the passage in His word, my farewell words to yon. and through that banner over me opened up the dark recesses of my mind to the admission of the light for HIS COMRADE HAD SEEN HIM FALL. plain." answered his mother. "I think I can trust him for myself, but oh.

how can I endure to think of you my baby, being compelled to undergo such hardships as army life necessitates?" "It will not be compulsion, mother, dear," argued Nathan. "All I do or bear will be done or borne willinglv, and 'tis sweet and glorious to die for one's country. And. then, mother do not forget that I will be kept in the hollow of God hand, and that hi 'banker over me will be lo For more than a year Nathan's letters came regularly, bright, cheery letters, telling only the happy side of army We. and then with his regiment be went into the battle of Gettysburg, but three days law.

when the roll was A Great Clock. The ancient city of Rouen, France, owns the very earliest specimen of the larger varieties of the ancient clock-makers' triumphs. It was made by Je-han De Falains, and was finished and t-et going in September, 1389. So perfect in construction is this ancient time recording machine that, although ft has been regularly striking the hours, halves and quarters for more than half a thousand years, it is still used as a regulator. The case Of this early boro-logical oddity is six feet eight inches In height by five inches broad.

For 325 year it continued to run without a I fUGRium, being provided with what the old-time clock-niakers called a Cah I It Name. Twenty-four miles northeast of Terrell. on the Texas Midland railroad, of which E. H. R.

Green, son of Mrs. Hettie Green. Is president and general manager, is a station named Sylvia, named in honor of Mrs. Green's sister. A postoffice has been established there, but the name Sylvia would not be accepted by the postoffice department.

Out of a number of names sent for selection Cash was accepted Money is postmaster at Cash. J. Money receiving the appointment ta postmaster. whicn I had long been praying." "Nevertheless, continually, thou art with me," repeated his mother, no longer in doubt concerning this son. who had been lost, but wag now found.

"Truly His banner over you has been love. All these years I have been figbMne; against Him. I would have been even for the certainty of your death. In His great love he has denied me the grave for which I was.