The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 31, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 28 November 1912 — Page 6

MADE TRAMP MINER’S HEIR

T is not often that a man feeds a stray fowl and has it magically turn into the goose that laid the golden egg, but that is just what has happened to Joe Harris of Knoxville, former auction--1 eer and member of the Tennessee legislature and now in his old age a poor poultry dealer. Twentyfive years ago Harris fed, clothed and staked a tramp miner, William Robinson.

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» whom he picked up on the streets of Knoxville, and the other day through London solicitors he learned that he is the beneficiary of Robinson s will. The one time tramp died recently in Melbourne leaving an estate said to exceded two million dollars. When he befriended Robinson Harris was a famous auctioneer and went from city to city through the south conducting sales. He was a picturesque figure. Tall and gaunt, a little stooped, always in frock coat and high silk hat. Harris attracted crowds wherever he went. He had a tremendous stock of funny stories and knew how to tell them so that when he mounted a stand to cry his goods men pushed as close as they could to listen because they were sure of entertainment. He was quick to see funny incidents and could always get back at any wag who tried to be facetious with him. Sales were often delayed until his services could be secured. He made from three to five hundred dollars every day he worked and sometimes by taking a commission would make as much as $10,500 a day. Generous to a fault, he spent and gave away money as fast as he earned it. No one in distress was ever refused help by him. One day as he waited for a train in Virginia he saw a woman crying in the station. She held a baby in her arms while a little boy about five years old sat beside her, trying to console her. “What’s the trouble over there?” Harris asked a native of the place. “She’s been turned out and has to go home to her folks,” came the answer. * “Why?” asked Harris, touched by the woman’s grief. “Did you see that rich Col. W— at the sale today? Well, he sold her husband a little house for SI,OOO. They were to pay for it on the installment plan. Her husband died last week owing the Colonel $271, so he turned the woman and the children out because, he said, he knew they could not finish the payments.” “That amount don't represent a day's work for me,” said Harris. “Call some responsible man. I’ll leave the money to finish paying for the house.” Harris was already opening a wallet containing more than SI,OOO which he had just made in that particular town. “Let the poor thing stayjn The train was whiffling/ and Harris handed over adding, “i'll be here again Mbndhy and will settle any minor expenses incident to the deal.” The favor was forgotten by Harris until a day or two ago he had a letter from the little boy, now grown to manhood. He had read an account of Harris’ good fortune and wanted to congratulate him. He and his mother had never been able to write their thanks for his kindness to them because all they knew of their benefactor was that his name was Harris and that he was an auctioneer. They did not know where he lived. This was only one of many like incidents in his life. He once gave a beggar whom he found in a pitiable physical condition in the streets of Nashville $l5O with which to go to a hospital for treatment. It was in January, 1887, that Harris met the man who has just left him more than $2,000,000. At that time Harris operated an auction house in Knoxville. As he went into town one morning he stopped by an old freight depot that he had just bought and was torn down. While he was looking about giving orders to the men a£, work, he noticed Robinson tip his shabby old hat to him. Harris stopped and looked the man in the face. Robinson was evidently hungry. “Have you had breakfast, young man?” Robinson was then 28. “No, sir; I haven’t.” “Take this quarter,” began Harris, “and go over to Ronner’s saloon and get you two drinks. They’ll brace you up. Then I’ll take you home for breakfast." At the table Harris offered Robinson $2 a day to oversee the negroes at work on the old depot. Robinson accepted eagerly. When Harris passed the depot at ngon he called to Robinson and took him home to dinner. After the meal was over Robinson

SINGS PRAISES OF POVERTY ——

t Writer Points Out Why in Many Way* It Should Be Preferred to Affluence. . Any man may brutally pay bls way anywhere, but it is quite another thing to be accepted by your human kind not as a paid lodger, but as a friend Always, it seems to me, I have wanted to submit myself, and Indeed submit the stranger, to that test. Moreover,

even a snail has friends French Society Has Been Formed to Prevent Him From Being “Adulterated.” A society has been formed in France called the “Friends of the Snail.” The society does not concern itself with the treatment or maltreatment of the living snail. Millions of sails may be put to a lingering death m the salt X without disturbing the minds.of the members. Their friendship exists

picked up a violin belonging to Harris. “Never in my life had I heard such fiddling,” declared Harris in an interview last night. “That’s the same old fiddle there under my bed. I turned to my wife when he finished playing and I said, ‘You can expect this man home to supper tonight Anybody that fiddles like Robinson here can find lodging as well as food in my house.’ ” So the medley played on the old fiddle changed the course of events for both men. Harris can, still hear the old tune echoing down the years, but now to the accompaniment of clinking gold. “You needn’t go back to work those niggers this afternoon,” Harris told Robinson as they left the house together. “You come to the auction house with me.” It was a new Robinson, freshly shaven and well dressed in new clothes from his shoes to his hat who went home with Harris that night. When Harris went to Nashville to take his seat as representative from Knox county in the Tennessee legislature he took Robinson with him. Before starting he had his own tailor make Robinson a $45 suit of clothes. Harris had won eight silk hats on Harrison’s election and he handed one of them over to his new friend. “If I wear a silk hat to Nashville you’ll wear one too,” he said. They stopped at the old Maxwell house and Harris furnished Robinson

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with plenty of spending money. Rob-’ Inson never mentioned his relatives if he had any living. He appeared to be a man of refinement and culture, well able to take care of himself in the company of the legislators and state senators with whom he was constantly associated in the famous old hotel in Tennessee’s capital. He was grateful to Harris and warm In his praise of him. He frequently expressed his belief that he would strike it rich some z day and be able to return Harris’ kindness. One night as they were having a drink together declared that he wanted to play the grain market at old Col. Bell’s place, and Harris gave him SSO for the purpose. Later Robinson went to the Maxwell house with ■ $1,300 that he had made out of the I SSO. 1 “Now, Robinson, you put SI,OOO in ’ my friend H —’s bank here in Nashville. It is safe, and you can operate • on the remaining three hundred," ad- > vised Harris, but a day or two afteri ward Robinson appeared to be much - depressed and finally confessed that - he had lost his last dollar on May . wheat and was in debt SSO to Col. i Bell.

how can any man look for true adventure in life if he always knows to a certainty where his next meal is coming from? In a world so completely dominated by goods, by things, by possessions, and smothered by security, what fine adventure is left to a man of spirit save the adventure of poverty? I do not mean by this the adventure of involuntary poverty, for I maintain that involuntary poverty, like in-

only for of snails, the Vigneron dtlß’urgogne. Especially fed on vine feezes, he grows to noble proportions, develops a notable flavor and is therefore accorded a proud position upon the gourmet’s table. The Friends of the Snail are concerned with the posthumous reputation of this king among snails. It seems that ragpickers collect his empty shells by the thousand and sell them to nefarious dealers, who wash them with potash and then refill them with a compound of calves’ liver

Butte, Mont., was a mecca then for all fortune hunters, and Robinson was anxious to try his luck there. So Harris paid his debt to Col. Bell, bought him a ticket to Butte and gave him a roll of money. Robinson left Nashville March 10, 188?. Six years later Harris heard from him. The expressman brought him a package containing SSOO from Robinson, who was then at Cape Nome, in the gold fields of Alaska. Since that time Harris has had many misfortunes. The great strain of auctioneering both indoors and out has almost ruined his voice. He suf.fers constantly with his throat. No longer able to conduct sales, he is connected with a small poultry business and is forced to live in a very modest way. His wife, still fond of the beautiful things to which she was accustomed until late years, has made their two rooms over an old store bright with window boxes of blooming flowers and green vines. Everything about the place is neat and clean, but very plain. There are six or eight large bird cages in the combination living and bedroom, for Mr. Harris is a great admirer of songbirds and loves to hear their music. He does not seem elated over the news of his good luck, but will continue to go about his work as usual until the fortune has actually been turned over to him. As he.sat in the light of a little oil lamp on a table beside him, never lifting his eyes from the floor as he talked, he did not appear to be over 50, for his hair and long mustache are still red, with no touch of gray. He is modest about his generosity in the past, constantly declaring that he never did much for charity. “I never did anything more than I ought to have done,” he frequently asserts. “I have made over SIOO,OOO auctioneering.”

He has no children except an adopted daughter, now married, who lives in Kentucky. Since the news of his fortune has gone out over the country Harris has received hundreds of letters, many of them from women who want to marry him. If he is single, they write, please notify them and they will send their pictures. “The notoriety is the only unpleasant thing about it,” he laughed, holding the lamp over his head to light his visitors down the da#k hallway of the old building, which he may soon leave for a luxurious home. Egypt to Preserve Egret. Mr. Dudgeon, director-general of the department of agriculture, states that the department is interesting itself in the propagation of the white egret, which is a great worm destroyer. Unfortunately, owing to the trade that is carried on in its feathers, the species had become rather rare in Egypt. A law has now been passed prohibiting the shooting of this bird, with the result that while in the beginning of the year there were only 800 white egrets at Slmbellawen there are now about double that number.— 2 ’ London Chronicle.

voluntary riches, is a credit to no man. It is only as we dominate life that we really live. What I mean here, if I may so express it, is an adventure in achieved poverty. In the lives of such true men as Francis of Assisi and Tolstoy that which draws the world to them in secret sympathy ia not that they lived lives of poverty, but rather, having riches at their hands, or for the very asking, that they chose poverty as the better way of life. —David Grayson in the American Magazine.

pounded up with a little brown earth and other ingredients, flavored with saffron, parsley and various seasoning herbs. The spurious snail is then sold as the true Vigneron de Bourgogne, whose price -is from 20 cents to 30 cents a dozen. The inferior quality of snail, but still a real snail, fetches only from 8 to 10 cents a dozen. The Friends of the Snail will now see to it that no shell and herb disguised liver shall in future bring discredit upon the Vigneron de Bourgogne.

SjogES TALE OF GEN. PEGRAM’S RAID Interesting Story of How Eighty Picked Men Charged Through Camp of Enemy in Kentucky. Early in the month of March, 1863 (between the Ist and 10th), General Pegram made a raid into Kentucky with a force of 3,500 cavalry and three pieces of artillery. At the time the Ist Kentucky cavalry was guarding the south bank of the Cumberland river in the vicinity of Somerset. On Pegram’s approach we were ordered by General Glllmore, whose headquarters were at Lexington, to fall back to Danville. After reaching Danville General Carter, who was killed at the siege of Knoxville, made dispositions to dispute Pegram’s further advance, but after a light skirmish at Danville General Carter was ordered to fall back and take position some ten miles northeast from that point, at Camp Dick Robinson. Lieut.-Col. Silas Adams, of the Ist Kentucky cavalry, was captured and made a prisoner of war in the skirmish at Danville, but afterwards escaped from the enemy at Monticello, Ky. When General Carter reached “Camp Dick,” as it was called, he was again ordered to fall back to the north bank of the Kentucky river. Before the retreat from Danville General Carter ordered me to proceed to Lancaster, Ky., with 80 picked men Ifrom the Ist Kentucky cavalry to watch the movements of the enemy in that direction and to remain there until ordered away, writes S. M. Boone of the Ohio National Military Home In the National Tribune. No such order ever came from the general, as the couriers sent or attempted to be sent me were all captured. At this juncture and somewhere near midnight Col. Ben P. Runkle, commanding the 44th and 45th Ohio infantry, came into Lancaster from Richmond. Ky., I think, and ordered me to sadle up and proceed to Camp Dick Robinson. I told him I could not leave the post, as General Carter had commanded me to remain until he ordered me away. Colonel Runkle replied: “Our forces have been driven back from Danville, I and we must form a junction with them as quick as may be at Camp Dick Robinson. I rank you, and you must obey my orders.” We were soon in the saddle and given the advance, being well ac- ■ quainted with the country. The night was dark and a drizzling rain was falling. Near the old brick church my little gquad of 80 men ran upon the pickets, not of our own forces, as we expected, but of those of the enemy. * They were all asleep, and they were made prisoners before they knew it. The question then presented . itself: “What shall I do?’’ 1 made up my mind in a flash and said: “Boys, we will go through or die. They are all asleep/ and we have their pickets.” Gabe Greenleaf was by my side, and I dispatched Joe Blackeby to inform Colonel Runkle that instead of meeting our own we were upon the enemy, i and I was going to charge through ; their camp. Whether Colonel Runkle ever re ceived theunesage I may never know; but this much I do know, he came thundering down the pike right be hind me with the brave and gallant 44th and 45th Ohio. After I had passed the barn that stood in the forks of the two pikesColonel Runkle ordered Lieutenant Lemmon to take the advance, but the gantlet had then been run, and we got somewhat mixed up in the darkness, and so, capturing the pickets at Bryantsville, we crossed the Kentucky river about daylight. No shot was fired, and the charge was a success. The boys used to call it “Boone’s dumb charge,” and I shall always believe that had we halted and not gone through we w’ould have al' been captured the next morning. In two days after crossing the Ken tucky river we were ordered to ad vance upon the enemy, w’ith whom w« skirmished from Crab Orchard to Dutton’s Hill, where Pegram made a stand in a strong position in order t< move the stock he had captured safe ly over the Cumberland river. The battle was a sharp cavalry en gagement and Pegram was routed, bui succeeded in crossing the Cumberlanc with what men he had left and mak Ing his escape to Virginia or Tennes see. The only troops I remember figuring in this engagement were the Ist Ken tucky cavalry, 44th and 45th Ohio in fantry—as brave and gallant men a: ever formed in battle line —one bat tallon of the 7th Ohio cavalry, dash ing fine fellows, and a battery ol mountain howitzers. The Association. Irishmen were as good at fighting as at growling, which Is saying a great deal. “Ol’m sorry that Oi iver cum to this divilish war,” said one, trudging along through the mud to Fairfax C. H. after the ’Second Bull Run. “Ye’r mad because ye’r not a gin eral on a horse,” was the tantalizing rejoinder. “Not so. It’s because Oi’m obleegec to associate with such fools as yersill and Pope.” , Canfiscate Her. One of Pike county’s boys at Louisiana, Mo. found an old negro In the woods, who had heard that the secessionists’ property was to be confiscated. He approached the soldiei cautiously and said: “Massa, I wish to Gord you’d go an’ confiscate de ole ’oman." This Is Fate. “It says here something is on the knees of the gods. What do you sup pose it is?”

SSi Lesson (By E. O. SELLERS. Director of Eve- I nlng Department The Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.) LESSON FOR DECEMBER 1 THE LUNATIC BOY. LESSON TEXT—Mark 9:14-S. GOLDEN TEXT—"And Jesus said unte him, If thou canst! All things are possible to him that belleveth.”—Mark 9:23 R. V. I. The Disciples’ Failure—vv. 14-19. Each of the Evangelists places this lesson in close connection with the mount of transfiguration. Sorrow and sin, crushed and bleeding hearts, are always to be found at the foot of our mountains of vision and of privilege. So also is to be found human Impotence. Let us get the picture. As the little party reaches the base of the mountain they find an excited multi'ude surrounding the remaining disciples who were undergoing a series of questions propounded to them by the scribes. Arriving in the midst ;»f this questioning Jesus challenged the scribes by saying, “Why question ye them?” Before either the scribes or the disciples could answer, “one of the multitude” (v. 17) told his story to Jesus. The speaker had brought his only son, demon-possessed, to the disciples to be healed. He goes on to tell Jesus the terribleness of the boy’s sufferings, and that to his bitter disappointment and anguish he has found that the disciples are not equal to the task of healing. This inability upon their part gave the scribes their opportunity and had undoubtedly raised in the father’s mind a doubt as to the power of Jesus as well. Takes Case in Hand. Jesus at once takes the case in hand. Rebuke and pity are mingled in His words, “O faithless generation, how long shall I bear with you?” The disciples, the scribes and the multitude, all alike, are involved in his rebuke. All were in a greater or less degree faithless. Jesus had been in their midst performing his mighty deeds, speaking his marvelous words, and manifesting his wonderful power, yet they were without faith. Full often the present-day church and Christian workers stand impotent before the world’s great need because of a lack of faith. How frequently we miss a blessing because of our dependence upon some one who makes a failure of faith and prayer. Jesus was then and always has been troubled and distressed at such failure (v. 19). However, the father was rewarded when, in obedience to the command, he brought his boy to Jesus. The conversation that ensued is interesting and pathetic, one that is too often repeated today. At last in his deep anguish the father cried, “If thou canst do anything, have compassion on us and help up.” He thereby, as all true fathers should, completely identified himself with his son and his son’s need. Fewer young men of today would be demon-possessed if their fathers would have identified ‘hemselves more fully with their boys. The reply of Jesus forms the gold--1 ?n text. What a magnificent response j this father made, “I believe; help thou mine unbelief.” Small wonder . v that Jesus should again work a wronler of healing. 11. The Master’s Victory—w. 20-29. The son of man, who had just been 60 wonderfully glorified, again manifests to the world his power over an afflicted son of man. The evil one, however, never gives up his possession without a struggle. Hence it was that, as the boy was brought near to Jesus, the very worst manifestations of his malady were exhibited, insomuch, that as the multitude rushed together to witness his paroxysm and saw him as the dtemons left him, declared the boy to be dead. We must .emember how long time the demons had ruled the /x>y (v. 21). A small boy once defined a habit as “something hard to break;” very true, and the longer the habit the harder it is io break. The father’s faith was small but very earnest. It was sufficient to cry to Jesus for relief and that is always enough. Jesus repeats the man’s use of the word “if” as though ‘o challenge the implied lack of power and at once throws the burden »f responsibility upon the father? It was not the question “if” Jesus could heal but rather “if” the father could believe. Realizing his lack, the father :ried, “Help mine unbelief.” ’Tls such a cry as this God always answers. Quickly avoiding the fast gathering srowd he takes the boy by the hand, wises him up and sends him to his ’ather on their way. No father has the right to transfer his obligations, spiritual or otherwise to any organization. Entering the nearby house the disciples set us a good example by Inquiring of Jesus as to the cause of their failure, and' he tells them that the great necessity is prayer. There »re more defeats in the church of Christ and in the Hyes of his followers that can be traced to a lack of prayer than perhaps any other one element. These disciples had cast out demons before this, but, shrinking Tom fellowship with him in the death le had foretold (Mark 8:32-33), they itood condemned before him, powerless in the tact of a great need, and ‘ondemned by the multitude. “If thou :anst.” Success in the work of the gospel is never conditioned upon his ability, but always upon our willingness. A broken fellowship always spells defeat. Failing here, we bring reproach upon him and stand condemned before an unbelieving world. This does not necessarily mean that In every case we disbelieve him or his power, but rather that somewhere in the path of obedience we will find a break in our fellowship. The moat aggressive, suph as Peter, and sonfetlmes the most beloved, such as John, lose their power even though In constant association with the Christ, If (hare be any break in their fellowship. J

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