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CAL1F01IA II fflTER 2THE HON. JOSEPH C. RATLIFF WRITES TO PALLADIUM FROM LAND OF FLOWERS Graphic Description of Visit to Ostrich Farm Several Richmondites in Los Angeles. Pasadena, Gal., Jan. 20, '04. To the Editor of the Palladium: At the request of several of my friends before leaving- home for this place, to write an article for publication, I embrace the opportunity and offer the following to the Old Palladium : , Leaving at noon on the oth of JanTiary I arrived here on the ninth in Tood condition, after having traveled more than twenty-seven hundred miles. I enjoyed the trip much better than I expected, so many neAV objects of interest to be seen on every hand along the old Santa Fe route which brought our train of twelve cars into the station here on time. In crossing the mountains in Arizona I frequently had a fine view of the two powerful engines that appeared to be turning: to meet vis in rounding the sharp curves instead of being attached to our train. Never did I "witness a more beautiful sunrise, or sun set than on the wide plains of Colorado. One of the wonders of Arizona is Canyon Deaplo, a channel cut through the rock 265 feet deep and 72 miles long. The walls are sc nearly perpendicular that I think I could throw a stone across it where the railroad bridge spanned its giddy height. California is more to be admired, that is, the part that I have seen, so far than what I had pictured in my mind, notwithstanding I am here in the midst of a severe and protracted drouth. No rain of any consequence has fallen since See tlie bargains in Muslin Underwear we oiler during the last Ttreelc our clearance sale. Tlie Geo. II. Knollenberg Co. People's Exchange STORAGE Ground floor, sixteenth j and Main. Vera Smith. I 1 ' 1 " ' t FOR SALE Old papers for sale at , the Palladium office, 15 cents a j hundred and some thrown in. j FOR SALE OR TRADE A good new 8-inch well boring machine and complete outfit for making water wells. Have made two wells a day with a machine like it. Must quit work on account of age. S. B. Huddleston, Dublin. , 14-t "Wanted "Weaving at 112 westfjQfth street. Telephone 879. FOR SALE Two good houses for home or investment, 18 north ninth street. 23-3t See tlie tjarsjain.s n soiled Embroideries at Knollenlierg'ei Clearance Sale.

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last April. Night before last perhaps 2T)-100 of an inch of rain fell, just enough to lay the dust, and the papers spoke of the "Blessed Rain." 1 This is naturally a dry climate and were it not for the irrigation, with the abundance of water from the Mountains, but little vegetation could be grown. The gentle slopes from the foot hills, enables truckers and fruit growers to irrigate with but little trouble or expense; with that, bu few places anywhere can compete with California, especially in the growth and cultivation of fruits. For Southern California the orange stands pre-eminent above every other fruit, ye,t lemons, figs and prunes are raised in abundance. I think I would be safe in saying that there are 10,000 bearing orange trees within the city limits of Pasadena; the fruit seems to be safe as nobody seems to care enough for it to take it without leave. A ride through the country with a brother of Dr. Lee Hoover of

south ninth street, a short time ago, gave me an idea of the extent of the orange crop of this locality. The dealers are fearful that the market will be overstocked this year so they are working it off as fast as it gets ripe enough for market. It is too early for the lemon crop, the f ruit is not yet full grown, but like the orange, the trees are being injured by the San Jose Scale which, as in Indiana, no fruit tree is exempt from its destructive attack. I believe fruit growers have given up the idea of its extermination. So far, nothing here suits roe so well as the climate, having zero weather when I left , home, I was unprepared at the end of four dayss to enjoy a temperature where boys were barefooted, ladies carried their parasols and people sat in the open air in the city pnrks. Flowers, such as roses, geraiuiv.s, calla lilies, cannas, carnations and many others are in constant bloom. The semitropical trees and plants attain great size, especially the date and fan palm, which give the yards and lawns a beauty and grandeur not to be seen in Wayne county. Yesterday I visited the ostrich farm and was well paid for doing so. There were two hundred and fiftyeight birds varying in age from eighteen years down to two months. The superintendent, while showing us around, remarked that the males were neither "Mormons nor Shakers," that when mated they were put in an enclosure to themselves where the female would lay sixteen or seventeen eggs which required forty-one days of incubation, the female would keep them warm during the day and the male during the night. A lot of feathers and plumes are kept for sale, some of which would make a Knight Templar look green with envy. A trip to Los Angeles last week gave me an opportunity to call on Major Isaac Kinley, whose home is at that place. I found him unable to walk from a stroke of paralysis. I also called on Emma Mercer, nee Williams, so long a clerk in Crawford's store. I also had the pleasure of shaking hands "with Frank Wiggins, who is doing everything apparently that a man can do in getting ready to make a California exhibit at the St. Louis fair. Pasadena seems to be a mecca for tourists. They come here from many of the states to enjoy the mild climate and to take in the beautiful natural scenery by which the city is surrounded, and, although nearly the size of Richmond, there is not a saloon in it. I am so well (leased with the climate, the grand mountain scenery and the sociability of the people that I am almost persuaded- to make it my home, especially in the winter season. Joseph C. Katliff. OUR (Pi o ,0r 7 PER TON. BROS. CO. Mi2 r -i . a f --.s !:-': u: a i. .1

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GUBERNATORIAL GOSSIP MaJ. Steele Now Talked of As Candidate for Convention Honors. Indianapolis, Jan. 2o. Friends of Major George W. Steele, who talked with him while he was in the city to attend the recent meeting of the Republican Editorial association, received the Impression that his entrance into the gubernatorial race on the Republican side is not out of the question. Now that G. A. H. Shideler, the major's friend and townsman, has withdrawn from the race, the field is open to the Marion ex-congressman. It is known that the major has received a great deal of encouragement from all parts of the state, even on the chance suggestion of his name, and this may decide him to make a try at the nomination. The major himself has never given any public utterance on which the political gossips can base their opinion that he will be a candidate, but he has indicated that the mention of his name was not displeaslr.fr. His close friends are inclined to believe that the great majority of Republicans have not yet made up their minds as to the best candidate, and they think there is an excellent chance for a man of his qualities to get into the race even at this day and become a leading candidate from the start. It is recalled that Major Steele is a soldier and at least one veteran will be selected to go on the ticket. His long and faithful service in business and public life are referred to as another argument in his favor. The major has also had experience in an executive office, as he ws the ftst governor of Oklahoma, being appointed ry President Harrison. This is a strong argument for him. The leaders of both political parties are making arrangements for large crowds to go from here to attend the national conventions of the parties. As both conventions are to be held in cities which are comparatively close at hand, it is expected that thousands of people will attend from Marion county and this vicinity. The 'Indiana Democratic club has taken the initiative by deciding to charter a special train to carry its delegation to St. Louis. It is the plan to pick up delegations along the line so that the train will be in a way an Indiana special. As yet no arrangements have been made by the Republicans, but that a crowd of over 1,000 will go to Chicago Is a foregone conclusion. Both the Marion club and the Columbia club will arrange for parties to take in the convention. Harry S. J New has already made reservations of rooms for the Indiana delegates, and it is the intention to pick out one of the hotels for the Indiana headquarters. The first damage suit against the Indianapolis Terminal and Traction company growing out of the , serious accident which occurred to the excursion cars of the delegates to the last convention of the Royal Neighbors, in which a score of ladies wrere seriously injured, has been filed in the federal court here. That many other suits will now follow is regarded as almost certain. The plaintiff is Margaret J. Billion of Sioux Falls, S. D. She was standing on the rear platform of one of the cars, which was so crowded that she could, not get inside, and was seriously injured, she claims. Her request is for $6,000 to repay her for what she has suffered and must undergo in the future. As she is only one of a score of ladies who were hurt, it is expected that other suits may be filed. CRAZY OVER RELIGION New York State Man Cruelly Murders His Sister. Dunkirk, N. Y., Jan. 25. Miss Hannah Hall, 30 years old, was murdered Sunday at her home in Vanburen, by her brother, Isaac Hall, who gave himself up to the police. Hall, who is 33 years old, declares that he obeyed a divine behest when he killed his sister. He attacked her while she was asleep, first shooting her. Then dragging the wounded woman through the house, he cut her throat and finally placed her neck across a chopping block and completely severed the head from the body. Hall and his sister lived alone, both parents being dead. Until this time Hall was considered a model farmer and his sister was a great favorite. Hall is religiously inclined and there is no doubt that he suddenly became insane. Col. Lynch Regains Liberty. London, Jan. 25. Col. Arthur Lynch who commanded the Irish brigade against the British forces during the war in South Africa and who was afterwards convicted of treason and sentenced to imprisonment for life has been liberated on license. Lynch has not received tb royal parole.

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LL night long the fog horns had blown deafeningly. Again ani again I had dropped off to sleep only to be awakened by the moo of them, like some elephantine cow close at my bedside in the dark, filling the night writh wail and complaining. Morning broke with a veil of fog hanging dense over land and sea. It lengthened the opposite coast to tender distances. It draped the line of the woods in festoons of filrniness. evaporating farther on into thin air. , The sea was of a delicate gray, the color of squalls. Out of the dead gray sky there came now and. then puffs of wind and spits of spray,- apparent precursors of storms. The faraway sails of some little sloops slanted perilously waveward, so that, taken altogether, it appeared to be a more than ordinarily propitious day for wrecks. I put on my hat and went along by the way of the winding road, flanked "IT'S MANT A LIFE X HAVE SAVED." by two tall rows of sweet clover to the lighthouse, to see the lighthouse keeper saving lives. In spite of the occasional splash of rain, the mist hanging over and the cry of the fog horns I found him mowing grass with a rusty mower, coarse stubbly blades of grass surrounding the square stone building, at the north end of which rose the tower, white, massive and rather beautiful, topped as it was by the splendor of its glittering lamp. I could scarcely conceal my disappointment. "I thought." I said, gazing moodily out on the churning sea and the sloops of the slanting sails, "that I should find you otherwise engaged; that I should find boats dashed all about here on the rocks and you pulling people out of the water by the arms and legs." He laughed. Then the dragging of the mower over the scraggy grass accompanied the shriek of it. "YVe have enough of that to do, as a rule," said he. "Have you seen the paper signed by Schley, with honorary mention of the lives I have saved?" I nodded assent. ."Um well, yes. It's many a life I have saved here and them years I lived at the Stepping Stone lighthouse foolhardy people in yachts that don't know how to sail 'em, in catboats, in canoes, people in schooners, in ships. But this don't soe ni to be one of the days. Woiild you like to see the tower and the lamp?" I had seen both the tower immaculate, the steps shiningly white, the brass lamp glowing, mirrorlike, and the crystal globe beveled and brilliant. "No," I answered. "I'll sit down here if I may" there was a wide stone seal all around the white base of the tower "and listen to you talk." At the same time I beamed upon him with a winning smile. Nothing pleased the old man so much as to listen to him talk. Just then a girl came out of the dining room door and walked to the stile giving upon the mist draped wood. She leaned over it expectantly. She was a graceful girl, tall, slim, with reddish hair that gleamed in the gray and mist of the day, warm as a dash of late sunshine. "Who is she?" I asked."We call ber Betty," he answered, "and we call her Sea Gull, too, because well, have you ever" seen the birds flying around a lighthouse lamp, trying to beat otit their brains against It?' "Having lived mostly inland." I acknowledged with proper humility, "I have never had, an intimate acquaintance with lighthouses or tlieir lamps." The shriek of the mower stopped. Tanning on the handle, he looked reminiscently Wwn upon me as I sat on the stone step, propped- comfortably against the light b3Tiso for support. I returned his look. IT" was a wreck, weather beaten, tanned and shaggy as the black dog curled at his feet, unkempt from the crown 'rf his head to the soles of h!s feet, his overalls splashed with whitewash, his hands the color of the

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Boll, planted deep In furrows, unclean. Standing with bent shoulders, the shifting clouds for background, he formed, a fit accompaniment to the wind and the fog and the fog. horns. "I know every lighthouse," asserted he. "from Maine to Texas. For fourteen years it was my business to supply the lamps on the coast with oil. I lived all that time aboard ships, stopping off at lighthouse after lighthouse, leaving oil refined oil made specially for them looking after them, seeing that they were kept bright enough to be seen by straining eyes from long ways off." "About the birds?" I queried. The old man was apt to go off at tangents. He needed reminding. "Everywhere you find them." said he. "beating out their lives against the lamps, the same as wrecked ones beat out their lives against the rocks down yonder." "Why?" I questioned. "I d'jn't . know, unless it is because they think they can get in to the heat and the light out of tlie cold and the wind and the rain. I think that's it. They are different birds in different places. Far down south they are queer colored birds, bright as parrots; along the coast mostly sea gulls and here on the sound smaller birds, but big enough to break the glass, so strong and big sometimes that wires are put around

j 1L2 lumps to protect them. Why. some mornings Naomi and I" Naomi was his wifc "find them thick on tlie ground all around this lighthouse, sonic dead, some dying." "A life like ours is full of awful things," he began, with apparent irrelevance "of wrecks and broken bones and dead bodies. For instance, one moonlight night last winter I stood out on these rocks above the sea wall and saw way out at sea a while arm waving, beckoning to me to come. I ran down to the beach, got out my boat and rowed to it. the arm r. 11 the time waving and beckoning. I rowed closer until at last I come to it." "Well?" as he paused. "The man had been dead for days," he finished. "It was the lashing of the waves that moved the arm up and down so's to make it seem like it beckoned to me to come." I shuddered, broad daylight as it was. staring out at the death dealing sea and listening to the wail of the fog horns. The lighthouse keeper leaned more heavily on the handle of his lawn mower. According to all my preconceived ideas of men of his calling he should have been tall, lean, slightly cadaverous, large eyed and picturesque, perpetually polishing away at his lamp or gazing out at sea through the medium of marine glasses in search of wrecks. On the contrary, he was short, thick and stubby as the grass he mowed. His yellow teeth were smuggled. His err-, were small, narrow and keen, and po" try was absent from his makeup, likewise picturesqueness. "Do you remember," he asked, "the burning of the Nutmeg State?" "No." said I. "A whole state, was it?" "Of course not. A ship. It was all of fifteen years ago when it happened. A terrible thing it was. A big. fine boat burned to the water's edge in sight of land and more lives lost than you'd want to count. Well. Sea Gull was on the boat, she and her mother. The next morning, coming out here to the sea wall, I found them on the beach. They had drifted there, she and her mother, her mother dead and Sea Gull clasped in her arms, unconscious. We brought her back to life, and she's been with us from that day to this." "Do you know her real name?" I asked. "No. We never knew. She was too young to tell it, and therp was no name on her clothes. We called her sometimes Betty, sometimes our Sea Gull." The girl at the stile had put her hand above her eyes, looking down the road toward the way of the wood. The oval of her cheek was olive. She might have "DO YOTJ KKOW HER KEAIi NAME?" I ASKED. been Italian, , French or Spanish. It was impossible to tell which.. But she was evidently of foreign origin. "Don't you know her nationality?" I questioned. "No. We don't know nothing about her. excepting that she's been the sunshine of this old house for fifteen year. She's been with us through joy and sorrow and happiness and misfortune and smiles and tears." He drew a sleeve across the stiff brush of his mustache.

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A HAND CLASPED THE SLIMNESS OF HEB WAIST. complaining, "it wouldn't matter so much maybe, but you've got to live in a lighthouse from one year's end to another to understand what it is. to know the loneliness of it. You've got to listen to the waves tearing down the sea wall, snatching your boats from their moorings and carrying them off out to sea, and the wind whistling forever and ever and death alwaj-s knocking at your door." "And the fog horns blowing," I inserted, helping him on. "Yes. and the fog horns blowing and screeching and moaning like, human things In pain, roaring in your ears the live long night, driving sleep away if you dared to sleep, which you don't, because you've got to keep your eyes open for fear the lamp might go out and some poor soul get lost in the dark without it. Yes; you've got to have that weight of lives on you day in and day out to know wrhat It is to live in a lighthouse." He grasped the handle of the mower and once more scraped it wheezily across the grass. "Having Sea Gull with us sort of lightened it," finished he, "but bow we're going to get along without her, Naomi and me, is more than I can tell." I rose, stretched wide my arms and looked about me. Out at sea the fog hung misty as ever. The waves shone gray. They lashed themselves to fury. They dashed up spray. The little sloops here, thereand everywhere bowed low, righted themselves and bowed again. At my side the tower -rose .coldly white, and beyond the lowering sky shone steel gray, with the old man's bent form dark against it. It "was a dismal picture. Sighing, I turned for a little .sunshine to the stile and the girl. 1 found it there. Her warm head gleamed in the mist pressed close to a dark one. A hand reached forth and protectingly clasped the slirnness of her waist, and I. looking on, found myself rejoicing that the young man had come from the town four miles away across the island and rescued the Sea Gull from the life of the lighthouse and the loneliness of it. Clinniinsr and Butter. Fleischmann considers "that the fat globules in milk are in a superfused condition and that churning is simply solidification. This view, however, appears untenable, because the globules themselves are solid at a low temperature. Soxhlet holds that each globule is surrounded by a solid membrane and that churning results in the rupture of these and the cohesionbf the fatty particles into one mass. Storch advances a similar view and says that the production; of butter is due to the gradual rubbing off of a semisolid mucoid substance. The most modern theory and one which is in accord with all known facts Is that there is an elastic layer, whose nature is not precisely known, round each fat globule, and during the process of churning the globules tend to cement together, so that nuclei are formed, which increase in size, and as they become larger the resistance t. their complete union diminishes until at last the butter "comes." This Is confirmed by the microscope, for before it is worked into a mass butter 1 sen to consist of innumerable fine grains. Sometime rrojtll. "I believe be made a fortune ont of fiction." - "Indeed? What kind of fiction? j "Wall street rumors." Puck. !