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1 ' r f ; i , , - . ........ -: . . - ' . ' - - -- , , -"- . .. .' ., i . i . - - : . . i i ' .-- , ; . ;-.-.: , An Independent "FntniiT1 Ttfapnpip'y por t-iin rr. , 1 T!i .j. : : - : ; t ' LINCOLNTON, N. C, SATURDAY. MARCH 13, 1880. NO. 409 - PUBLISHED BY .OoLANE BROTHERS, - j: TERMS IN ADVANCE : O io copy, one year .1;... J2.00 cop)'i months,."...............' 1.00 hrilp copy, 5 Ti person who. make up clubf of vt will leurnished one yeiir, free of ADVERTISEMENTS .VIII be inserted at One Dollar ter nqnare on? inch,) for the first, and Fifty cents M!r srj'iare for each subsequent insertion-th-m three months. No advertise-t-it considered less than a. qnire. ' : Q nrtorlr. Senii-Annn;il or Yearly con--ru'ts.JFill b.G made on liberal terms the outract. however, must in all eases be o:i!inl to the immediate business of the Orm or individnal eontraetinr. - ' Ohit iirv Notices and Tributes f Res r,e "t. rated as advertisenHent. Announce Tints of Marriaees and Deaths, and no t jee's of a 'relisious character, inserted rratis. and solicited. . S tSclcctctl g?fai"cirv. THE TWO MVSTEKIES. We know not what it i, dear, this sleep ho le;ir and Mill j j " ' The failed .hands', the awful calm," the clierk 8o pale and chill, The lids .that will not lift again, though we may call and. call)'' i . i The stranjre white solitude of peaee-that .settles over all..' t j : We know-not" what it meanx dear, this 1" tlsol;ite heart pain. The dread to take our walk in it arain. daily way and We know not to what sphere .the loved - .who leave us go; v Nor why we're left' to wonder still, nor why we do not know; Cut. this we do know: Our loved and l"t. if tliey should i-oine this day Should come and ask us': "What is life ?" not one of as could say. j Ivi.fe is a' mystery, as deep as ever death can he, ' x - ' l ef, oil 1 how sweet it i to us thw, life W( I1VP m? I-Pll r .. . : " "I Tim.m . i iu!i (Kot -tfn,. tl,,-, ones snul blessed 4 $ho htmp:s. ' So ileafh is sweet to'ttsj Ivelovt'd, tliougf vvi niay tell you iiuuht; W may not" tell it, t the q iiek, this mystery of death - -Y in iy ift tell us, if ye vt;i!i, the mjM- tfiy jof hre.ith." 'iji i ilji w ho enters life i. comes not With k i'nvit'il(! or intent : ' S th )-(v who enter death must as lit- ' e'lil lre;i ent. " .u lii-vf is kiiown. IJut I believe that iotl is -overhead, . ' A:h! as li fe i to the li viu s death is U . - the Jeatl. '. f v ; ;. - -- Mtrj Mtj),-x Jiirigr. Too Km h of n Gocd Thing: A: a I'arty of yunrig jieople in Paris onvVsaiion happened to 'urn on the "l'ierUio' hisiiig, arid the question u;h pvoj-n'uuided wlio of the vauno "."'', present could boast of iiavinr oi; -being able to 'give;"hs girl" 'in- most UJss-es. Various verc the 'rnhes i h:i t qiicsiion brongnt out. i j-.rai!;,- a young man and tho girl to w'- ;n he was hetrothVd bet 200 iVaues that .they C(uld kiss 10,00 limes 111 ion Imku-s, pnividiug they would be , m 'wed ui lake an occasional glas.of w.me "bei ween." Two persons were il!,u'"le.l a committee to count the 'Uber;oj' kisses, and the work be- -i".; During the second hour tlie kiss vvere not-nearly as numerous, hr the Committee onfy counted 1,000. A Her the tliird hour, during which 1 hey managed to score but 750, furl her Tei-atioiis xrere hrought to a sudden Mandsiili. The lips of the young man w-e,,K?ized with a cramp, and he was jan w-,1 off i- a fainting - condition. 1 he jrirf a few days later, was striken iththmin . fever, which nearly car nvl 1'er off to a land wlicrc kissing is 'nown. When the people who had won the bet demanded their money parents of the girl refused to pav r share ofi!; The matter was then ,aken to tho courts, and there it was "ectded 4hat the bet must be paid. -.. -..- ' f ' . - Have'you ever come across a class of people who always manage to throw the blame for a vvrong act on ROmo "e else, and who invariably lake themstifr.o tbe injured party ? They are not the most ajrree- , l1eoP'e in the world,for the simple ason lhat no matter what they Vdo ' "7 a,waJ3 succeed in making you el that you are the sneak thief aaer a Ahat. man," said one of these k 4'has been scolding me for an hour, arid has told me at least forty os that I stblea dollar from him, X.," lhe simple truth js X only etolo t'j T1; 1 don,t wt to be bUmd ONLY A 8EWING.GIRL ; V ,.. -. , - . or .:r : . . . A TTveuty-DolIar Piece. Re ii be n narKhton Ksq was lounging before the library fire in thc stylish town house of hi friend, Major Leigh. He was just homo from a five yearu' tour oil the con linent, for he was the fortunate poss essor of half a million, and half the women in his circle were ready , -to drop into his mouth like ripe cherries while the other half were vigorously, sbaking.lhe crimson fruit before bis indifferent eyes. For Homctuiug held him back, and this very something was troubling him as he leaned his handsome head against the crimson cushions of the chair and gazed thoroughly into the glowing coals. Night was just net lling down over the great city, the wind howled around the corners of the house, and gusts of sleet and chill ing rain, beat against the damask- draped wiiid(ws. Arid, as the fire light danced over lljc- costly' fimii-- tuie OfHio room, he is woiiderin- in a dreamy sort oi'a way if he shali ever lovu any woman iW'lio ' loVed 'Lillian lserry. . UkO , ? remembers distinctly, her round,; dimpled face, shaded -.'by hair of a rich; dun Void hair ; that fell about henlikeli golden cloud, re minding him of the frpirjufalVords, 'thelojTnof ffijti& itheiv failed surden!y . and tffetV h.- Kuined ma n, ahd'fronV l hat , hour Tjtfijfejtfv had been as ontTdead to him, i'oy her let ters hud ccjisctl, and alter hi ,retffrir . it' . .. . . . J . .V in 2vw lork be had searched Tor uer everywhere, but the" oiice popular Lillian -fieriy. whoso beauty andf wealth iiwl been o.-i-everv t'njrue,' .was now utterly -unknown in the ashiohable World Belle Lcih his liost's handsome brtioetle daughter jhjiHasct nut ed hint with her i n noeeu t face and gentls nranriers, and, as he had fully given ujyn hopes of ever seeing Lillian Beriy, he was seriously melilating on the jiossibility of her re fiiswig or rejecting hi in, for Belle was i thorough coq-u-tle and knew how to. Ixocp her admirers on the tenter hooks of doubt. A ring at the door bell startles him . " I s M i ss Leig h i i ?" i u q n i res a c I ea r, mellow voice, lieard disthict above th tumult of ho storm a voice which stirs every .pulse -in his body. Ho rises -to hi- f-et, then d'Ops into his. chair again as t:e "servatil admits U s h a h xUy -1 J ressed ; w o m a i . i ii lo -1 h e .warmtamji-lit half" lIieicoeH in search' of his A'oung mistress. 'Tell her I must have monej- to night," said the mellow voice, as its owner unks into a. chair 'opposite the library, door, and with her back to ward Reubeii, whoo pulses thriir as the voice awakens some answer ing chord into the. past. He had heard that voice before, but where or when he could not tell. He throws back his head and listens, steadily watching the silent figure before the hall register. Her hat -is concealed by a brown veil, now wet and limp with the winter rain, her shall is worn and faded, and her dress is of the pooresrand coarsest material. A feeling of pit stirs his'generods heart as he watches the dejected fig ure, and his fingers instinctively- find, their way into his vest pocket in search of a $20 gold piece he had placed there that morning, 'but he was surprised to find it gone. "I must have dropped it -somewhere," he said to himself, as the ser vant returned, , saying, ''Jliss Leigh says you must wait ; she has not a cent of money about her." "Must wait I Tell her I have wait ed a month already," wailed the mel low voice, and the sharp profile of a youthful 'face' is revealed, as a thin hand dashes the brown veil aside. "I must have the rnoney foc my sewing. I am half starved, my mother is dying and I will not leave this house until I get somejnoney." ' 4 ' The servant, turned awa', and Har rington,, half b a nWd of. his position as': eavesdropper, yet powerless to move, sat as . if spellbound. Hiss Leigh was certain!' careless, for he could not think it was any other feel ing thatkept the poor sewing-girl out of her wages: -J -Suddenly the quiet figure in the ball arose and picked '"tip something shining , from the crimson woo! of a Pcrsian rug before the: register, .v.,? f A 2ff gold piewy he-'hejtrd her say s fvly, and he knew it was bis own, "and they eay they have no money." , . She held her hand op to 4he light; and be noticed the transparent white ness of the slender wrist. ; 1 "- "Shall I keep it ?" was uttered In low, bitter voice. "Heaven knows I need it. God would surely hold me guiltlens if I kept this money. Ah, once I had love and warmth and gold pieces in plenty." A deep sigh Wa wafted to Harrington's 'ear, as the' speaker stOHrd with her bead bowed over the precious" money. He'fancte he could see her waver, yet h'e "little knew what a struggle was eointr on lin that young girl's breast. How the miserable mother, lying on her bed in a tireless room, was thought of the many comforts that meney would purchase were next weighed in the balance, and then honesty and ty rose up against the temptation, and, with a sob that went to Reuben's tender heart, oho cried otit with low,. mournful pathos, "No, no; I may bo . forced to be, but I will not steal. Father in heaven, keep iny hands clean and my heart pure, lor I am sorely tried." ;f3he laid tho gold'piece on the mar ble top ofa gypsy table, and the next instant t he soft rustle of sillcen skirts Kfell onHarrtngton's car as Belle Leirh came down the wide stair waj', a cloud on her loveh' brunette face. She was elegantly dressed in myrtlo-green silk, emeralds in her cars and nest ling in the filmy lace at her throat a thoroughly well-bread, fashionable woman, but cruel and heartless, alth otigh Reuben Harrington thought her gentle ant compassionate. "You here yeT?" she says sharply, anil with a slight Ptart the girt turned and faced Miss Leirh. . O ..." "Heitvett help me f" excUimotiRju.; ben IIarrrglyi, as lift, boundud -toh'U ; tect wi ( h-:1ttnc1iedr Lillian Berry ; and in such need I" ; "I must hnve some money, Miss Leigh. Our rent is due ; mother is a t d ea I h's door, I f ea r, . n ml we have not a particle of food or fuel in the house,"ecried Lillian, tears streaming down her white, worn cheeks. Her beautiful hair escaped from tinder the run of her hat and fell about her neck in shining ringlets. "Oh, Miss Leigh,. ?f you know what poverty was you would not refuse me." i "Possibly not," said Miss Leigh, W'-h a laugh that grated harshly on Reuben's ear, for lie grew heartsick when he remembered how near he hud been to committing himself to this woman. "But you ee I am not poor and never expect to be." "Ah, Miss Leigh, you do not know what is before you. I was the daughter of a rich, indulgent father ; how, Heaven help me, I am as poor as the poorest beggar that walks the streets. Give .me a little monej, if you have any humanity just a lit tle." ' . Really, 1 have not a cent in the house. Papa is short of funds,, just now." ; Reuben Harrington, standing in the ruby dusk of the library, smiled contemptuously us he thought of the $100 bill bello had that day laid down on the polished counter of. a down town jeweler for the very emerals that flashed at her dainty, shelltinted ears. "Verily, women are' a vein show," be thought, "and the smiles that beguile a man into matrimony are not to be trusted." . "Look here I" said Lillian, as she picked up the gold piece and held it toward Miss Leigh. "I found this on the rug at my feet. I was tempted to keep it, but I never did a dishonest act in my life and I will, not begin now. Women like yourself often leave us poor creatures no alternative but to beg or steal, but I will; starve and die faithful to my principles.. If this is yours, pay me with part ofU." Miss Leigh took the money arid cooly f dropped it into her pocket, while .Harrington almost shivered, with disgust. . .. . "It's mine, but indeed I can not spare a cent of it. Yoo "must wait until next week," said Miss 5 Leigh,' crossly. , i :. '! "Next week," moaned Lillian Berry turning away with a white, hopeless face. "Father, help me, for I am in sore need." She groped blindly for the door, ami fikcr f .flash . Retvpen dashed past Miss, Leigh and laid a hand on her arm. ; All the better feeling of his nature were aroused, and his fine face was crimson with indignation. !'"Miss Leigh, I am ashamed of your frnlty Five years ago this girl was rich, honored and beloved. Tou see to what straits misfortune, por. ty and death have brought Let. nave a care that your own life does not meet with a similar blight. Lil ban, my first and only love, do you not know mef Lillian, with a rosy blush creeping tnlo her wan cheeks, looked up shyly info the bronzed and handsome face of her old-time lover. "Reuben," she murmured, bursting intQ a flood of teai-s. And as Belle Iieigh, rebuked and chagrined, shrank away out of sight, Reuben took the golden head on" his bosom and told Lillian how be had given her up for lost, and that her struggles for bread f no were over, for the shelter of bis heart awaited her. ...... ."Just to think," 'sneered Belle Leigh, a few days later, "that a man like Reuben Harrington should throw himself away on a poor sewing- gtrl." : jBut Belle found that society open ed its arms to welcome the poor sew-"tg-girl, who, happy in ihe restored hralth of her mother and a.good litis bind's love, blossomed into a noble, beautiful woman, whoso purse and iifart alwa-s opened to ihe poor and if Belle" Leigh frets out :her days a discontented old maid, who despises sewing-gtrh and twenty- dollar gold pieces. "For, through one or both, I lost the best catch of the season," is her grumbling comment. ' Kight Thousand a Year. v.itlcJpapA'dccIaWii. that J3rown should not marry his charming Bmiij- heiress to eight thousand a year unless he was wealthy. ! "What is your fortune, sir?" he asked magisterially, "Well l don't exactly know," said Brown, who was as poor( as a church mouse; "but let j-our daughter be come my wife, and I promts that she shall have end less gold." "Endless gold is rather an exagger ation, eh?" remarked papa, rather surprisingly. "Scarcely in my case," said Brown, "as my my .wife, and I, be as extrava gent as we might, should never be able to get through it." "Are you telling me the truth ?" "The truth, I vow it !" "Then take her, my boy," said papa, grasping Brown's hand ; "and happy am I that my child has been saved from the clutches of fortune hunters." Well, they were married, and Brown made tho money fly at such a rate that when his wife's milliner's bill came in he was obliged to confess himself stumped. Mrs. Brown immediately sent for her papa. "What's this?' said papa. What do you mean, sir ? Where's the end less gold you promised, eh ?, "I've kept my promise," answered Brown. "I gave your daughter end less gold when I married her a wed ding ring. And, my dear," added Brown, turning to bis wife, do you think that both of us coujd ever get through anything which only just fits one of those taper fingers?" Papa looked as if be was going to have a fit, but a remark of his daugh ter's averted the catastroghe. "Wefl, papa," she said, "there's still one thing in our favor. No one can 6ay that I've got an idiot," So the storm blew over ; and now Brown and his wife, though they do have to manage on eight thousand a year, are tbe happiest couples in the two hemispheres. -Still, the bride groom admits that his wao rather a rpltyex peri merit:" - -Julio, wire you . ever in the Jrosi-noss--Wbat business ? A sugar planter, " tni course I was. When was dat,my coloured friend ? De day 1 buried dat old sweetheart of mine. An Irishman recommending a cow, gaidthe would give good milk year after year without having a calf, be cause it rd in the breed, as she came from a cow that never bad a qalf. Poor Outlook for Contractors. i Those who have taken big contracts at the low prices for labor and materi als are likely to have a hard time of tt. Messrs. Herter A Co., who have the contract for building and furnish ing W, H. Yanderbilt's new house Tor $1,500,000, are threatened with a strike which may cost them msnv thousand dollars, there being a lime clause in their contract with Yander bilt stipulating for a prnsfty of $100 a daj- for any delay in having it done after the first of May. I hope that Hester's experience with Vanderbilt will not be so unpleasant as was that of the unfortunate 'contractor who furnished the stone for A. T. Stew art's marble palace j very much hap pened then that is occu ring now prices and labor went up like magic. The contractor for Stewart's honso, whose name I have forgotten, was caught with a contract which to carry out, meant the loss of several hun dred thousand dollars ; in other words ruin. He went to Mr. Stewart and, showed him how the matter stood ; that everything had doubled in price since the contract waasigned. Stew art refused to allow one cent extra on that account. The man fell in a fit in Stewart's office and died a few days afterwards. It was perhaps this event which gave rise to tLe story that Stewart was haunted with the notion that ho would not live long after his house wa9 finished. Be fore the building was half done two men were killed by falls, and gome other unpleasant things happened a coffin was found, with a skeleton in it, in digging the foundation for the main steps. Whatever may have been the truth as teethe old million aire's superstition;' it is cortain that be never entirely finished the outside of his palace. He lived in the house the,.costfy' i a , A m er jcalhr fi ve years, but'Wver allowed the tempo rary wooden fence in front of the si able doors to be replaced by the bronze railing which was evidently provided for in the original plan, and which has since been erected. New Ideals of Marriage. It is indubitable that tbe girl's ideal of marriage has of late years greatcly changed ; and the change has been produced in part by what she sees, and in part by what she reads. We entertain no doubt that the female novelists who have follow ed in the wake of the late George Laurence have materilry modified the ideal of a suitable lover as entertain ed by many of their sex. 'Ouida, Miss Branghton, Miss Annie Thomas, and others, have accustomed them to ferocious ' lovers but we will toot waste our time in repeating a descrip tion of physical peculiarities of the Adonis of tho Period according to the standard of the female three volume novel. Everybody k no ws the sort of hero, half Ajax, half Paris, of their monotonous pages. Grown-np people may smile at such absurdities but girls are very impressionable, and when once they have adopted such an ideal, it is not easy to expel it from their minds. The person hardly exists in real life ; the nearest approach to it being any or every un principled man who is prepared to make 'fierce love to any fool he meets. Obviously this is not a con dition Of things favorable to mar riage; for while it makes girls more prompt, and indeed eager, to flirt, it indisposes them to appreciate atten tions of a more delicate, but more practical kind. So much for the change produced in tho ideals of women by what thread. The trans formation is completed by what they see. While tilly novels tell them that a lover, to be worth anything, most rail against heaven and bite the grass with his teeth, the wbolo arrange ments of society keep daily telling them that a husband is no good at aH unless be has st, great deal of money. - i When grim death get a fair grip" upon some old Republican office-bolder, the conscience fund of tbe tJnited States is increased. Last week Gil- fillan received $529;2.to be added to the fund. If all of the Republican scamps would own up, and shell out, there would be money enough in the Treasury to equalize the bounties to lMoldlen.-Indinajolis Sentinel, Dem. Tl "2 I ... J 1 "Gents." Mr. Kichard Grant White wittily remarks that "gents" and "'pan U'V be long together for tbe former always wear the latter. If "gent" is to be tolerated by careful writers, then let us accept "pants" for trousers," trans pire" for "happen" or "occur," and, in brief, adopt all the variegated and wonderful vocabulary of the average newspaper. The word 4gent" howev er, does describe a class. When you see a greasy young fellow, who seems a crofs' between a rustic and a negro minstrel off duty a person with cap set far' back on his closely cropped head tight trousers that grow sud denly full at the ankle, and shoes with turned-np, pointed tips (where does ho get those shoes?) when you see this vulgar little object, yon co a "gentl" Yon will encounter him on the street corners in shabby neigh borhoods, gating admiringly at the lithograph of some famous clog dancer or cheap blonde In a drinking ahop window ; you will meet him therebtHeavei preserve you from everjcIng bin! in decent literaturel March Atlantic, Someeople can say a mean thing as thOugli -It were a compliment.while others seem -doomed - to utter their compliments as though they were bits of slander. Tact is the ability not only to say tho right thing, but also to say it at the right time and in tho right way. A gentleman lately met his fate in a zoological garden, His fate was in the shape of a beautiful young lady who was not at all averse to the possibilities of tho future. She was not unwilling to spend the monev. of any-eligible person who presented himself in the role of a husband. "Ah, my dear Adelal ' he said, as tho two gaxed at the wiloVanimnts. of the menagerie, "wherevi'I meet you I find thaFyou are the greatest ornament of the place." Whether he meant that she had qualities of character superior to those of the lamb from Tarta-, or other qualities resembling thoe of the tiger from Bengal, sho did not stop to think. He went home, how- f ever, at a somewhat rapid pace, and with a sort of crushed feeling at the heart which makes it impossible for him to be quite happy. There is nothing in tho world which better illustrates the possibilities of an enduring patience than German scholarship. The only stimulant in which tbe spetacled professor indulges is a glass of beer, or perhaps a mild cigar, or, better still a rare and de lightful combination of both of these elements of human happiness. The American leaps where the German crawls. Still it sometimes happens that the tortoise, who plods along at an even gate, and who recognizes the grand fact that plodding is the only sure road, though it is oftentimes a long one to success, outstrips the fleet footed bare, who -disports himself u n der the impression that a tortoise' ought not to b a difficult opponent in a race. One of the. most beautiful incidents in th life of Lessing sug gests this line of thought. Recog nizing the unspeakable, happiness of the man who seeks for trutb,and who once in a while finds a glistening par ticle, he said : "If God held in His right hand all truth and in His left the eternal striving after it, and should say to me, 'Choose,' I would take what He held in His left bxrd, andf say. to Him, 'Father, give me this ; pure truth is only for Thee." Persons who are constantly saying that they are frco from prejudice are generally more prejudiced than others, though they are not aware of the fact. They are like the old lady who de clared that she was open to convic tion, but, shaking her bead, she added that she would jost like to see the man who could convince her. The South Carolina cotton factories give Support to 10,000' jftraoftB. The student of tfa University of Virginia have begtfrV tbe publication of a monthly magazine. The colored. Good Templars in Virginia have organized a Grand Lodge for thai Stativ :Tbe , fnt'ipfen moustache on the female lip is among tiro- ills that flesh is hair to. t 5 ; C I i ! r,
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