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Why I Love my Xatlve state.
Ever since reading the surpris
inglj bright and meritorious essays
written by North Carolina school
boys on a subject, "Why I Atn
Proud of My State," I h ive desired
to write on a similar subject. Once
I prepared an article for test wor J
in which I compared my childhood
home with my western home. I
am aare that my western home
suffered in some respects under my
comparison, because I wrote wholly
from an aesthetic view-point. In
those days I had been removed from
that life of which I was a part.
Those of you who hare not suffered
ft like separation will not know what
I mean, but there aie some in whom
I can trust to feel f ie weight of my
words when I speak of home-sickness.
And so, with the glamour of
home-sickness upon me I wrote with
great feeling about mv dear home in
the South and waxed warm in my
praise of North Carolina the pleas
ant, sunny laud of my birth. Cer
tainly I know that my praise must
nave uesu uisprupui uuuawr,
that I must have disclosed a lament
able inability to appreciate the
splendid opportunities of my new
home. The Professor in charge
took all this into consideration, but
yet spoke very favorably of my sim
ply worded little article with its
deep, tender theme of home-love for
this reason; he said the worth of the
article lay in the fact that the writer
had felt "every word, and that evi
dently back of it all there was a
a wealth of love and adoration and
yearning that the writer had not
been able to express. This advent
ure taught me that 1 was not able
to handle my subject.
Theme Too Sacred.
This small at empt is the only
r one I have ever made to laud my
dear home country, for this reason:
It has always beeu a theme which
lay very near my heart, I feared I
might not do it justice, and that I
might disenchant it somewhat, or
dispel some of its sacredness, as the
dew from the delicate petals of a
rose. I have felt unable to han
dle, to my satisfaction, a theme fill
ed with such holy and such price
less value, xne tneory inas peo
ple do not talk fluently upon the
subject which lies nearest the heart
might be supplied in this instance.
The day may come, however, when
I can enter the sacred precincts of
this "holiest of holies." When I
do, the shrine shall not suffer of
feuce, nor my offerings be inferior.
Pride-Love.
The schoolboys and girls of North
Carolina may well be proud of their
state, with her wealth of greatness,
her enviable renown, her peculiar
situation as to true, honest, sincere
citizenship. Their love for h?r is
bound up within their pride in her.
They know not now how they love
her. Let the years ripen and pass
over them, separate them from her
across the states or by the blue ex
panse of ocean, then they will real
ize their only half suspected fond
ness for her as for a mother. The
name f her will spell "Home." The
thought of her will quicken their
pulses, any reference to her on the
past of others will cause the blood
te tingle in their veins like new
wine, making every sense alert to
acknowledge or defend her good
ness. Words are Weak.
There is no state more de serving
of the pride of her sous and daugh
ters than the Old North State. She
is the staunchest, truest, best state
in the Union. She is the brightest,
happiest, dearest spot on earth.
These are beautiful words, some of
the strongest in the English lan
guage, but they pale and grow weak
when cilled upon to express the
matchless qualities of my native
land, the state of North Carolina.
True Love
When I consider that I have set
myself to answer the question, "Why
I Love My State," I feel. inclined to
write one word for an answer, all in
capitals "BECAUSE." But my
mind goes back to enumerate the
details of her greatness, her sincerity,
her nobility, her classical worth an J
her lofty purposes, maBy of which
nave Deen Bet luriu in iue coaajro uy
tbe appreciative schoolboys. But
every North Carolinian knows, or
should know, about these things,
besides these are not the direct rea
6ons for my love. 'These count for
pride.''' Back to my question "Why
UO i Jjove ..ay riaier ijecausc
from her dust I was created, ine
came invisible force which sends
color to the petals of the countless
millions of blossoms that deck her
fields and meadows Bent the blood
of life coursing through my veins
aud gave me form and being. Be
cause my first remembrance is of
her golden sunlight tilled with the
breath of violet, hyacinth, and
honeysuckle, and of happy bird
voices blending withal. Because
amidst and around mid through her
I was bred and born and reared and
my father and mother before me.
They knew no home but her, they
cherished no hope that was not em
bodied in her. Thus I am a legiti
mate daughter cf the staunch Old
North State and immoderately p:oiul
of the fact. Her soul lives in my
bosom, the ambitions she planted
there are there still, the visions she
spread before my young eyes while
the sun shoue and the pines soughed
arouud me long ago are before my
eyes still, and each thought of her
males them brighter aud strengthens
my purpose in life.
Ida Isooli) Mastenv
Nevertheless and Notwithstanding.
In my younger diiys out west, said
Senator Vest, I went to a variety the
ater one nisht In Kansas City.
It was one of those primitive shows
where the stae nuiuaRer comes before
the footlights without a coat and walst
cont mid with bis shirt sleeves rolled
up to the elbows to announce the nest
number of the programme.
"Miss Bertie Allendale," remarked
the stage manager, appearing In one
of the Interludes, "who has entranced
two hemispheres with her wonderful
powers, w.u now renaer in ner ; lections and Recollections.
Inimitable style that exquisite vocal j
selection entitled 'Down In the Val
ley.' "
A gentleman In a red flannel shirt
rose iu the midst of the audience and
exclaimed iu an Impressive bass voice:
"Oh, thunder: Uertie Allendale can't
sing for preen apples!"
The manager, who had started to
leave the stajre, halted and turned. An
ugly lijilit flushed from his eye. He
came down from the stage, walked
his traveling carriage was stopped by
a man on horseback, who put his head
I In at the window and said, "I believe
I you are Lord Berkeley." "I am." "I
believe you have always boasted that
I you would never surrender to a single
I highwayman." "I have." "Well," pre-
seating a pistol, "I am a single high
wayman, and I sr.y, 'Your money or
your life." " "You cowardly dog." said
Lord Berkeley, "do you think I can't
j see your confederate skulking behind
you'i" The highwayman, who was
really alone, looked hurriedly round,
and Lord Berkeley shot him through
the head. I asked Lady Caroline
Masse (1808-18W), who was born a
Berkeley, if this story was true. I can
never forget my thrill when she re
plied: "Yes, and I am proud to say
that I am that man's daughter!" Col-
Eugene Field's Breakfast.
Eugene Field, sad of countenance
and ready of tongue, strayed Into a
Denver restaurant and seated himself
at a table. To him there came a swift
and voluble waiter who said, "Coffee,
tea -chocolate-ham -'n' -eggs-beef -steak-mutton
-chop-fish- balls-hash-V -beans,"
and much more to the same purpose.
Field looked at him long and solemnly
and at last replied: "Oh, friend, I want
slowly up to the man in the red shirt none of these things. All I require Is
and said, "i ou II git out of here." This
Small I.?aks ou the I'ai in.
If the average manufacturer were
to lose as large a per cent, of his
profit as some farmers, he would
soon be bankrupt. Here are a few
leaks as I see them:
How much corn is put ou land
which can't possibly make more
thau twelve or dfteeu bushels per
acre. It is a waste of time and
implements to put jn a crop of corn
on such poor land Then after
gathering that crop, often it is sold
instead of fed on the farm aud the
manure returned to the land. Or,
if feed, it would be a losing piopo
si ion to try to fatten some of the
animals found on some farms, for
a man i3 surely losing money keep
ing scrub stock. Or, he may have
the linest of blood iu his hogs aud
still lose money, as by throwing'
h;s corn in the mud when he feeds!
it, or bv not balancing the fat he
has in the corn with protein, which
is specially needed by growing
?tock. Or he may waste lots of
valuable time carrying his feed a
longer distance than he need if he
had his crib in the right place.
Iu keeping cows a mau can either
make or lose lots of money. If he
is keeping a cow which can't bring
a good beef animal, or give a p o
titable return in the milk-pail for
feed and labor consumed, he is
losing again. Or, he may have a
good dairy cow from which he is
only making a half profit, where he
ought to have more, which he can
easily get by baying a centrifugal
separator. We have nothing on
the farm which can pay higher
interest on the money invested.
But if the dairyman keeping a herd
of profitable milch cows, should
throw under the eaves the manure
they or any other farm stock makes
he is losing again, this time in fu
tility being washed out of the
manure. If he has a straw stack
which won't turn raiu, till he feeds
it or uses it for bedding, he is cer
tainly allowing a big leak on the
farm. If he has a barn which is
no warmer inside than it is outside
when the mercury is down to zero,
he is losing feed, or money, by
warming his stock altogether from
what they eat.
If the farmer keeps chickens, he
should remember that they are no
better 'able to stand the weather
than his farm tools are, and to make
them profitable requires a tight
chicken house and proper care and
attention. If he can't furnish them
these things, he will rind a leak
there.
Another leak, which is not the
least but which I will make the
last, is lack of good reading on the
farm. Every farmer loses enough
for want of good farm papers to
buy them several times over in the
course of a year. They are a
necessby on every farm, and should
be t.iken aioug with other good
reading matter, for a variety iu
reading is as desirable as a variety
of food. Ind. Farmer.
invitation being declined, a combat fol
lowed, lasting about ten minutes.
Chairs were broken, and both combat
ants were bruised and battered. Final
ly the man in the red shirt was ejected,
and the manager walked back to the
stage and faced the audience with a
bloody face and clothing torn nnd tat
tered. He waited a minute, pumping
for breath, and then announced Impressively:
an orange aud a few kind words."
Montaigne on Death.
I have often considered with myself
whence it Is that death should appear
less dreadful In war thau at home In
our own houses. I believe In truth
that It Is those terrible ceremonies
wherewith at home we set It out that
more terrify us than the thing Itself
the cries of mothers, wives and chil
dren, the visits of astounded and af-
"Xevertheless and notwithstanding, 1 fllcted friends, the attendance of pale
Miss Bertie Allendale will now sing and blubbering servants, a dark room
her exquisite vocal selection entitled ! set round with burning tnpers, our beds
'Down In the Valley." I environed with doctors and priests, In
And she sang it with great applause ! sum nothing but ghostliness and horror
and an encore.
RECESSIONAL.
GoJ of our fathers, known of old.
Lord of our far flung buttle line,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet.
Lest we forget lest we forget!
The tumult and the shouting dies.
The captains and the kings depart.
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice.
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet.
Lest we forget lest we forget!
Far called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire
Lo. all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the nations, spare us yet.
Lest we forget lest we forget!
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not thee In
awe
Such boasting as the gentiles use
Or lesser breeds without the law
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet.
Lest we forget lest we forget!
For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and Iron shard
All valiant dust that builds on dust
And, guarding, calls not thee to
guard
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy mercy on thy people, Lord!
Amen.
Rudyard Kipling.
round about us. We seem dead and
buried already. Happy the death that
I leaves us no leisure to prepare things
i for all this foppery.
Who Is It?
Miss Maude Adams has a favorite
story about a "Miss Johnslng" and
"Culpeper Fete."
Fete became enamored of the dusk)
maiden and, not having the courage ta
"pop" face to face, called up the house
where she worked and asked for her
over the telephone. When he got her
on the line he asked:
"Is dat Miss Johnslng?"
"Ya-as."
"Well, Miss Johnsing, I's got a most
Important question to ask you."
"Ya-as."
"Will you marry me?"
"Ya-as. Who la It, please?"
J. W. JOLLY,
Undertaker.
I have placed in my new quar
ters, in the Ashelwro Grocery
Company building, (the brick build
ing near the depot) in Ashelxiro, a
large line of coffins and caskets,
ana undertaker's supplies, and am
now better prepared than ever to
attend those desiring my services.
A nice hearse is at the command of
my customers.
I also carry a good " line of Fur
niture including Chairs, Bedroom
suits, Couches, etc. at prices to suit.
I solicit your patronage.
JVV. Jolly, Asheboro.
Seneca on Fortitude.
To win without danger Is to win
without glory. You are a great man,
but how am I to know It If fortune
gives you no opportunity of showing
your virtue? You can Judge of a pilot
in a storm, of a soldier In a battle.
How can I know with bow great a
spirit you could endure poverty If you
overflow with riches? How can I tell
with how great firmness you could
bear up against disgrace, dishonor and
public hatred If you grow old to the
sound of applause, if popular favor
cannot be alienated from you and
seems to flow to you by tbe natural
bent of men's minds? How can I
know bow calmly you would endure ta
be childless if you see all your chil
dren around you? I have beard what
you said when you were consoling oth
ers. Then I should have seeu whether
you could have consoled yourself,
whether you could have forbidden your
self to grieve. Do not, I beg you,
dread those things which tbe immortal
gods apply to our minds like spurs.
Misfortune Is virtue's opportunity.
Sympathy For the Brave.
A wounded soldier, young and good
looking, was In a hospital In Philadel
phia during the civil war. Euter a
lady. "My poor fellow, can I do any
thing for you?" Soldier (emphatically)
No, ma'am, nothing. Lady I should
like to do something for you. Shall I
not sponge your face and brow"? Sol
dier (despairingly) -You may if you
want to very bad, but you'll be the
fourteenth lady as has done It this
morning.
The Plucky Earl of Berkeley.
A story of highway robbery which
excited me when I was a boy was that
of the fifth Earl of Berkeley, who died
In 1810. He bad always declared that
any one might without disgrace be
overcome by superior numbers, but
that be would never surrender to a
single highwayman. As be was cross,
lng Hounslow heath one night on his
way from Berkeley castle to London
Edison's "Fake" Cigars.
Mr. Edison once complained to a man
in the tobacco business that he (the In
ventor) could not account for the rapid
ity with which the cigars disappeared
from a box that he always kept In bis
office. The "Wizard" was not Inclined
to think that be smoked them all him
self. Finally he asked the tobacco man
what might be done to remedy the sit
uation. The latter suggested that he make
up some cigars "fake" them, in other
words with a well known label on the
outside.
"I'll fill 'em with horsehair and hard
rubber," said be. "Then you'll find
that there will not be so many miss
ing." "All right,", said Mr. Edison, and he
forgot nil about the matter.
Several weeks later, when the tobac
co man was again calling on the In
ventor, the latter suddenly said:
"Look here! I thought you were go
ing to fix me up some fake cigars!"
"Why, I did!" exclaimed the other in
hurt surprise.
"When?"
"Don't you remember the flat box
with a green label cigars In bundle
form, tied with yellow ribbon?"
Edison smiled reflectively. "Do you
know," be finally said in abashed
tones, "I smoked every one of those ci
gars myself!" Saturday Evening Post.
Report Small; Action Big.
Sir George Walton, admiral of the
blue, was detached Aug. 11, 17J8, with
the Canterbury and five other ships
after a Spanish fleet, and on the 18th
be forwarded to Admiral Byng tbe fol
lowing letter:
Sir We have taken and destroyed oU
the Spanish ships and vessels that were
upon the coast.
The number as per margin.
I am, 4c, Q. WALTON.
Canterbury, off Syracuse, Aug-. 16, 1718.
. TAKEN. BURNT.
Admiral Mart and Four men-of-war
four men-of-war, 60, of 64, 44, 40 and 81)
ii, 40 and 24 guns; a guns; a flreshtp and
ship laden with a bomb vessel,
arms and a bomb
veBseW-
Schopenhauer on Man and Dogs.
If you had a dog and wanted to
make him fond of you and fancied that
of your hundred rare and excellent
characteristics tbe mongrel would be
sure to perceive one nnd that that would
be sufficient to make him devoted to you
body and soul if, I say, you fancied
that, you would be a fool. Tat him,
give him something to eat, and for tbe
rest be what you please. He will not
in the least care, but will be your
faithful and devoted dog. Now, believe
me, It Is just tbe same with men ex
actly the same.
Feebles' Wish.
Feebles (about to be operated upon.
for appendicitis) Doctor, before you
begin I wish you would send and have
our pastor, the Bev. Mr. Blank, come
over.
Dr. Sawem Certainly, If you wish
It, but-ah-
Feebles I'd like to be opened with
prayer.
The Vice of Excess.
If we carry our work or play to ex
tremes, nature will present a bill for
the excess. Moderate rowing Is bene
ficial to the lungs, yet more than one
professional oarsman has died of con
sumption. Physicians are familiar
with the irritable heart of young ath
letes and soldiers. Tbe pulse is rapid
and Irregular, with palpitation, show
ing that the circulatory apparatus has
been strained. Races ruin nine-tenths
of our thoroughbred horses before they
reach maturity. The attempt to break
a record has ruined many a young man.
O. 8. Marden.
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