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I t 7 1 H UNTIL- UNTIL jANUARY 1, 1889, 75 CZE2STTS. JANUARY 1, 1889, 75 OIEnSTTS. VOLUME 1. CONCORD, N. C, MAY 25, 1888. NUMBER 20 THE STOMP Standard. GREAT VICTORY OVER RIBH PRICES! THE FIRST BIG MAL I THE SPEIHG- The undersigned once more comes to tha front and avows his determlnal en o lead all competitors in the good work of saving the people money and suip plying them with a superior quality of GENERAL MERCHANDISE. We are "loaded to the muzzle," and there is danger of an explosion when we must "stand from under," for the bottom and if anybody get? caught when it falls, Open your eyes, bargain hunters, and know a gord thing when you see it, come uy uuyuijj jour Groceries, provisions and other articles which cannot be purchasod elsewhere of Dry Goods, Its, Boots ii Shoes, u. iui &eu j our country produce Deiore calling on P. S. Thanking you for past favors, I jun-ca iu uieru a continuance ot tne same. To Creditors of J. S. Fisber. Notice is hereby given that a petition las been filed before me by E. W, G. Fisher, guardian of J S Fisher, asking for the attachment of the home stead and personal property exemption fo J S Fisher, and you are hereby do tilled that petition of said Fisher's will be heaid at my office in Concord on Monday, 8th October, 1888. 13 7t J. F. WILLEFORD, J. P & GROCERS, Are fully alive to the peopled interest, and are prepared to make things lively in the sale of heavy ahd fancy GROCERIES, By puttiug them down to. bottom prices for Cash or Barter. Their stock during 18S8 will be os the very choicest and freshest, and if bom. a to please. Don't forget the place, one door be low Canuons & Fetzer. WALTER & SUTHERS. 1 8m. A Large Lot of FRESH GARDEN SEtD, LANDRETH'S Buist's and Ferry's, JUST ARRIVED AT D. D. Johnson's DRUGSTORE For Sale Cheap, A SECOND HAND OMNIBUS with a capacity for twelve passengers in gn d running order. Call at th?s office. WALTER SMS SE ASOUI if our btock is not speedily reduced fire off our big gun. Everybody has dropped out of LOW PRICES, somebody is sure to get hurt. Now if you are close calculators and and see me if you want to save money of home use. A Rneeialtv on flour the sama grade as caeap as I will sell hope by fair dealing and reasonable U. a. B JSTETW RACKET STORE IN CONCORD A NEW FIRM! More than a Slaughter in PEICES I Come and see our beautiful stock consisting of Calicos, Dress Goods, i Full stock of Notions, Men's Furn ishing Goods. A full line of Linen and a large lot of Jewelry. Also Ira Cups, Buckets and many other tnings. FELDMAN & LEVIN, Formerly of Baltimore. Next door to Mrs. Cross' Millinery The "Weekly News-Observer The "Weekly News and Observer is a long ways the best paper ever pub lushed in North Carolina. It is a cred it to the people and to the State. The people should take a pride in it. It should be in every family. It is an eight page paper, chock full of the best ort of reading matter, news, market reports, and all that. You cannot af ford to be without it. Price $1.25 a year We will furnish the Weekly News and Observer until January 1st, losty for 35-1. Head foe sample copy Address, News and Obsebyer Cck, Raleigh, N .0. LADIEWIHB Bo Tour Own. Iyelnf at Ham. ThT will dye rerything. They are sold Tery where. Price 10. a package. They hare noequd for Strength, Brightness, Amount in Packages or for Fastness of Color, or non-fading Qualities. They do not. crock or smut; 40 oolonu. for sale bjr For sale at 12 FETZER'S DRUG STORE, And JOHNSON'S DRUGSTORE. A. H. PROPST, Architect.and Contractor. Pinna nnrl R-nfimfiVn.t.irvnsi nf "hnil1- ings made in any style-. All con tracts for buildings faithfully car ried out. Offic e in Caton's building, up stairs. 13 Established FAY'S 1866. Takes the lead: does not CrtoSiki. tin w iron, nor iecay like shingles or tar .'. cwiJwns-, iwj to apply; tronu and durable: at half met of Jn. Is also a WJBMTITI7TK for PliASTER nt Half the VOHt. VA It rKTJJ double the wear of Oil and RUfJS of same material. Cloths. Oataloene and samples W. U. JfA V CUCAHDEX. S. he Oriental m, MAMMY PIIILX1S WATCH. It was the spring of 1863. A warm sun shone upon a border city spread oui on tne Danics or tne Mis sissippi a city from which some, were fleeing to get away from Yankee territory, some to escape the reported advance of the boys m gray, and some to join either the Union or Confederate armies. For days there had been an ice gorge in the river. At midnight without warning, with a roaring and a cracking, the ice had broken up and gone off with the current. As morning dawned all was activity on the levee. People were hurrying to and fro. Lar.y negroes that had been torpid with cold, were slowly crawling out from among the cotton bales. From the long black pipes of steamers whose captains during their period of en forced idleness had forgotton their rivalries, and whose boats had in the meanwhile been resting quietly Bide by side wreaths of smoke were curling and drifting away in tne wind, vehicles bearing passengers and freight, struggled for place on the levee. The cracking of whips, the braying of mules, the "heave ho, "heave ho or the roustabout, the shouts of the mates as they hur ried the men in no gentle terms to get on with the freight, made up a combination of sounds, a scene no where to be witnessed save on the levee of a southern river city. Among the carriages hurrying to one of the steamers about to depart for the south was one containing a gentleman and by his side a lady, his iunior, and evidently an invalid. In attendance upon the lady was an old colored woman, bent with age, but eager and willing to perform the. du ties of a nurse. The gentleman carried his deli caie companion over the gang plank and up into the cabin, where he laid her on a sofa. Kneeling beside her and taking her hand in his, he gazed upon her as if he would en grave forever upon his heart the sweet smne tnat responueu to ins. Yet they were sad smiles; it was : sad parting. The young w ife, bro ken in health, was about to depart for their former home in Louisiana. The husband, a Confed erate officer, was to go to report for duty to Gen. Albert S. Johnston, and was destined soon after to march with his regiment to join the force which Gen. Pemberton was then col lecting at Vicksburg. " Surely, Robert," the young wife said, as sne held him when he en deavored to break away from her with a view to ending tli3 parting so bitter to both of them ; " surely it will all be over soon, and you will join me, and at once the moment, peace is declared won t you ? "Let us hope," he said manfully. " I will." lie turned and hurried away. Mammy Phillis followed her master as he passed through the cabin to the staricase in the bow of the boat. "Done you fret, Mars' Robert, honey," she said: "ole Phillis '11 care for missy like she did for you when you was nothen but a little pickaninny on her bres. Robert Gibson tried to speak to her, but he could not. His lips moved but no words came. He pressed the old woman's black hand, and hurried down the staircase and out on the crowded levee. Once he turned and looked back at the boat that held his treasure. The last sight that met his gaze was the fig ure of the mammy straining her eyes to discover him among the crowd. An hour after the steamer was standing down the river while the negro deck hands stood in the bow singing the strange weird mel ody once heard never forgotten. When they reached a point near Island A a. 10, they had come to the advance of the Confederate lines They were passed through, and within a few days were again on an other steamer, moving southward. As the days passed, nearer and nearer came the boat to the sunny south. Here and there on the river banks the tender green of the pop lars and the sheen of the Spanish moss told that spring was wakings and soon the song of the mocking bird brought cheer to the weary heart of the invalid, which in spite of all its- eourage could not rise- to resignation. Mammy Phillis hover ed over her young mistress with lov ing care,'beguikling her as well as she could with; dreams of the future whea Mars' Robert should come home covered with glory which should rival Solomon's. But she saw with agony untold' that "the silver bowl was broken." Her yonng mistress life faded and flickered, ral lied, for a day, relapsed, flared for a moment like a candle m its socket and then went out altogether. One morning the bell on the steamer was struck, the fires were banked, and her prow turned to ward the shore. It was but a few miles south of Vicksburg. The boat tied to the landing, a prosession of the passengers bore the lifeness charge of Mammy Phillis to the shore, and there, after several of the deck hands had dug a grave, rever ently laid the body in it. The steamer had " lain to" at an opening in the forest. Huge cypress trees threw their dark shadows into the unknown, depths, trailing moss wav ed its gray tresses in the summer breeze, birds were caroling in all the tree tops, and the magnolia; and climbing jessamine filled the soft air with their delicious perfume. bad eyes looked on as the rough steamboat hands performed their strange, office. Was there no one to offer a prayer for this sweet spirit in all that company?' No! Only the uncovered heads of the rough sail ors and the few strangers there gathered bore witness to the un usual scene. A moment more and they had recrossed ; the gangplank. Mammy Phillis stood like a statute where she had placed herself at the head of the grave, deaf to all en treaties to go with the rest." " Where missy lies, dare I lie, was all she would say. At last they left her. As the boat moved away they f heard her cry, "How long, oh - Lbrd, how long I " The sun "went down, silence reigned in the vast wilderness and the stars looked down upon the solitary form of Mammy Pillis, , faithful almost unto death. . It was the summer of 1863. Grant and Sherman were investing Vicksburg. For more than a year old Mammy Phillis had watched over the grave of her mistress on that shore in the wilderness. An old cabin had been deserted by its tenants as being in too close proxi niity to the lawlessness of war, and in this the old woman had made her home. From a plantation not far distant she had drawn what scanty substance she needed, and there she stayed and watched and prayed that Mars Robert should come ana re lieve her of her lonely vigil. . One day the old woman thought she heard the booming of distant guns or was it thunder ? She step ped to the cabin door to listen. The sounds came nearer. 1 hen she heard volleys. Then the sounds seemed to recede, then to advance, yet with each advance drawing nearer, till at last the forest about her resounded with the deafening roar of artillery, the sharp rattle of musketry, the shouts of men. the neighing of horses. During the presence of these mighty concussions old Phillis sat crouched in the corner of her cabin praying the Lord to take her to his "Kingdom come. Then the sound grew further and further; the noise of the cannon became again a low muttering, and the volleys of musketry died away into an occasional distant shot. Now it happened bv a strange fate that this battle brought the end of Phillis' watch. "When the old wo man found strength and courage to go out of her cabin, she found near it the dead and the dyint. A tem porary hospital was established in a few rods, and who should be brought dying to the old crerture s cabin, but her beloved Mars' Kobtrt. None of the arts with which the aged nurse had soothed him as a child would avail now to bring him strength. No gentle ministrations or tender words could rouse him from his deathlike stupor. With his head upon her breast she croon ed over him, till the present vanish ed aud he was her own little " pick aninny " at the plantation home, and she sang the song he loved to hear as a child as she rocked to and fro Come friends come, done stop at Jordan When de waters roll away, Take up de staff and hurry on, For de Lord won't let you stray Into de promised land. Hurry on, hurry on! Mammy looked down and saw the eyes of the wounded soldier open, but a smile of recognition was all passed between her and her beloved master. "Bress de Lord he' done go heben, and when de angel Gabrel blow de horn fer de battLe- to begin,. Mars' Robert go fine dat Yank what shot him an pay him backr or Mammy Phillis don't know nuffin ob de meanin ob de Scripters." From far and near they came, a dusky crowd to pay tlielas ttribute of respect to the young massa, and he was laid to rest by the side of his loved one, in the lonely forest. Mammy sat in the door of her cab in, gray and blind waiting for the sound of Gabriel's horn, firm in the belief that somehow when Mars' Robert finds that Yank she will be there to see; ' One day after peace came, a boat landed at the bank near mammy's cabin. A gentleman came ashore and took the old woman away. He was her young master's father. Mammy went back with him to Louisiana, and when she-went " into de promised land " she was watched by those of fairer complexion,, and who were no less faithful to her than she has been to her "Mars'" and "Missy." Early rising not only give3 us more life in the same number of years, but adds likewise to their number ; and not only enables us to enjoy more of our existence in the same measure of time,, but increases also the meas ure. Landlord "Mrs. OHooliham, I'm thinking of raising your rent ."" Mrs. O'Hooliham "Begorrah, I'm glad of that for I can't raise it myself at all, at alL" Nebraska Journal. JOHN BROWN'S JEATII. Chat'; With the Man Wh led in the rProsMntioo. ; ,. j . - The only time during the whole time of his captivity that John Brown showed, temper, according to Mr. Andrew Hunter, was when his wife visited him the day before the execution, and Gen. Taliaferro, who was in command of the troops, re fused to let her remain over night. Brown did show a risrht smart temper over that." said Mr. Hunter. " But he soon calmed down and ac quiesced in the arrangement. Mrs. Brown stayed in jail two or three hours and was then sent down to Har per's Ferry, where she wainted until next day, when the body of her hus- Dand was delivered to her. She was a woman of very little sentiment, I think, for while she was at Harper's Ferry waiting for the body she was getting receipts to make particular dishes." Of the last act in the tragedy Mr. Hunter tells some interesting re miniscences. He. with Mr. Smith. of the millitary institute, went out the afternoon before the execution and selected the location for the gal lows, which was immediately put up by Capt. Cockrell, the town carpen ter. THE EXECUTION. "We chose an elevated place, just out of town, where there wasn't a tree or anything else to serve as a landmark! Our idea was that the exact spot should be forgotten as soon as possible. And we were eminently successful. There isn't a man living, except myself, who can tell you just where John Brown was huHg. I can put my hand on the spot, but wouldn't. The gallows was put up the afternoon before, and it was taken down a soon as the execution was over, and the timbers were stored in the jail yard. Afterwards the gal lows Avas erected as wanted for Brown's companions, but not in the same place. As soon as one hanging was over the gallows was taken down. When the war came on the timbers were moved from the jail yard and built into a porch to hide them from the Yankees There they remained until a few years ago, when their owner, Capt. J. W. Coyle, sold part of them for more than his whole house cost him. They were taken north to be destributed among ad mirers of old John Brown." Some things which have been printed about the execution were ut terly untrue, according to Mr. Hun ter. " That story of John Brown stop ping on the way to the scafford to kiss a little negro child is ntterly false," he said. "No negroes were allowed to come near. I saw him all the way from the jail to the gallows. I was close by the scaffold when he mount ed it and I heard him say in a plain tive tone, 'I hope they will not keep me standing here any longer than necessary.' The military were go ing through a lot of movements. While Sheriff Campbell and Capt. Avis were binding him and adjust ing the rope I heard him say, ' Make haste!' ' Make baste' When I heard that I dropped my handkerchief as a signal for them to cut the rope which held the drop, and they obeyed. The military kept on moving about, but before they got into position and knew what had happened John Brown had been hung and was as as dead as Henry VIII." THE LAST SKETCH. Strother, the artist and author, best known to the literary world as Porte . Crayon, until recently in the diplomatic service of this country,. was a nephew of Mr. Hunter. He was here during the the trial report ing and sketching. " Strother," said Mr. Hunter,, "was with me when the drop fell. He slipped up, raised the cap from John Brown's face and commenced mak ing a sketch of the dying man's face. On my asking some question, Strother replied that Lydia Maria Childs had published her wish to have a picture of John Brown in every condition of life to hang in her room, and he was taking the sketch that she 'might have him when he was finished.' " Mr. Hunter says that he imme diately had Brown's body packed and sent off that afternoon to Harper's Ferry. "Not one of them was buried here," he added. " I shipped the bodies north to friends and was very glad to do so. Stephens' sister and Bweetheart came here from Con necticut and were with him the night before he was hung. They took his body with them. " There was one thing in connec tion with the execution of Brown I have always regretted," said Mr. Hunter, as he concluded his re miniscences' " and that is this : As he ascended the gallows he botfed to me very politely. I was looking in another direction and did not see him, but was told of it afterward. If I had seen him I should certainly have returned the bow." Mr- Hunter said this with the sincerity of a Virginia.gentleman of the old school,, who felt that by acci dent he failed to sustain on one oc casion his reputation for good man ners. "W. B. S." in Globe Democrat. REPTILE WELL-SINKERS. . A True Snake Story. A singular illustration of precoci ty, and of the fact that ?dumb ani mals oftentimes are capable of mani festing gratitude, was developed in the experience of Fanner Joshua Broadhead, of Moon township, some days ego, says the Pittsburg Post. While the farmer was liding along one of the roads which led back from the Ohio river to the wilds of Wash ington county his attention was at tracted by the rustling of the dry leaves by the roadside, and on mak ing a closer examination he found that a large full-grown rattlesnake had in some manner got caught be tween two fence rails, and with the aid of its mate was making frantic efforts to extricate itself.' The two snake 3 would twine around one an other, giving the assisting reptile enough strength to -twine its tail about a neighboring sapling. They pulled and pulled, but their most vigorous efforts availed not. Farmer Broadhead, who is a kind hearted man and a coi responding member of the Western Pennsylva nia Humane society, watched them for some time, and finally, alighting from his wagon, he removed the rail and released the imprisoned crea ture. The two snakes seemed to be electrified with joy and happiness, and wriggled around the road in front of the farmer in playful gam bols, and tried in every manner to testify their gratitude. Finally one of them wriggled up to one of the wheels of the wagen, and crawling on the seat seemed to look attentive ly at a copy of an agricultural jour nal lying there, which the farmer had juet taken out of the postoffice. It was addressed to "Joshua Broad head, Podunk Cross Roads Moon township." A minute later the snake crawled down out of the wagon, and and its mate looked attentively, and it seemed meaningly, at the farmer out of their bright little shining eyes and theD wriggied over into a mead ow, sounding their rattles in a joy ous manner. While Mr. Broadhead was deeply impressed at the time by the singular actions of the snakes, he soon thought no more of it save to reflect that he had done a humane act. When he sat down to breakfast on the succeeding morning his wife told him that a grasping lawyer bad been down to see him with a notice that he was about to foreclose a mortgage which he held on the good old farm er's homestead, and as the crops had been bad, and he was not prepared to settle, he felt verry much depress ed. Then there came a rapping at the kitchen door, and" with a dread at his heart that the sheriff had come at last he opened it. To his infinite astonishment he found the two rat tlesnake that he had met the preced ing day coiled upon the steps. They had evidently rapped on the door with their rattles. He stepped back quickly in alarm," but the playful demeanor of the snakes reassured him. Then one of them flirted up its tail aud beckoned to him to come outside. The farmer could scarcely believe his eyes, but finally stepped out into the yard. The fcnakes wrig gled along in front of him, every now and then turning their heads to see if he was following them. They started off towar J the barn, twisting up their tails at intervals and beckoning to him. At last they led him to a secluded hollow, and here he was dumfounded by seeing thousands and thousands of rattle snakes ranged in lines As he came into view they all began to sound their rattles, and the noise was like a hundred saw-mills and a couple of dozen nail factoaies in full blast. The strange sight terrified him, and he was about to flee when the snake which he had rescued looked up at him so appealingly that he be came tranquil. Then the snake which had been rescued from a lin gering death began to bite the dust and whirl round aud round in great spiral convulsions. It kept right on biting until it had dug quite a deep hole in the ground with its sharp fangs. When it had gone down into the hole perpendicularly until noth ing was seen but the tip of its tail, its mate took hold of the rattle and re peated the whirling, whizzing opera tion until it too, had disappeared in the hole in the ground. ' Then air other snake took hold of its tail and went down also.. Another and anoth er, until hundreds oi snakes naa gone down out of sight, did they continue to disappear. This was continued for several hours and snake after snake had gone down the hole until it must have contained several thousand yards of rattlesnakes in one string. For some time the farmer was com pletely puzzled to unravel the mys tery, but finally out of the hole there came a mighty roaring, rushing sound. There was a great gush of dust and snakes, and then a shrill noise which told the story. It was a monster natural-gas roarer. The snake that he had rescued, having seen his name on the paper in the wagon, had gone to Farmer Broad- head's house. While listening at the door it heard about the impend ing foreclosure of the mortgage on the farm, and in;order to show its gratitude it had , called in its asso ciates and had dug the well in order that its humane savior might be in dependent for life. i i ii Who is Never Craay There are many firm believers in the theory that most people are crazy at times, and facts seem to support their belief. The following. from a source unknown to the writer, will likely remind a number of our readers of some incident in their ex-. perience, which at. the time of its occurrence seemed to tbem most unaccountable : "A wise man will step backward off a porch or into' a mud-puddle, a great philosopher will hunt for the specks that are in - his hand or on his forehead, a hunt' ter will sometimes shoot himself or his dog. A working girl had been feeding a great clothing knife for ten years. Gne day she watched the knife come down slowly upon her hand. Too late, she woke out of ber stupor with one hand gone. For a few seconds ber mind had failed, and she sat by ber machine, a temporary lunatic, and had watched the knife approach her own hand. A distin guished professor was teaching near a eanal. Walking along one evening in summer he walked as deliberately into the canal as he had been walk ing along the path a second before. He was brought to his senses by the water and mud and the absurdity of the situation. H had on a nevr suit of clothes and s new silk hat, but, though the damage was thus great, he still laugh? over the ad venture. Our mail collectors find in the iron boxes along the street all sorts of papers andartieles which have been put in by some hand from whose motions the mind has become detached for a second. A glove, a pair of spectacles, a deed, a mort gage, a theatre ticket, goes in, and &a goes- the person, holding on to the regular letter which should have been deposited. This is called absent-mindedness, but is a brief lun acy." Pnlic Opinion. Death of Rev. N. II. . Wilson-. In the death of this most eminent and greatly beloved "Servant of God." not only the sect of which he was so devoted a member, but so ciety and the State at large is de prived of a shining light. It is a somewhat difficult task to chronicle with an approximation even to a just tribute the many brilliant qualities of this faithful veteran inthe "Vine yaid of the Lord," and we must be content to let those whose pen can more directly and with the aid of a closer intimate personal acquaint tance portray the many noble qual ities and virtues of the lamented dead. Dr Wilson was a native of Guil ford county, and was born near Greensboro cn the 23d of December, 1822. His eaily education was o b tained at the Friend's School at New Garden. In his 21st year he con nected himself with the Methodist Church and stnrtly afterwards mar ried a daughter of Rev Geo H Greg ory, of Washington, N (J. He was appointed Presiding El der of the Salisbury District in 1851. and subsequently of the Greensboro District. In 1876 he was made Pre siding Elder of the Raleigh District after which he was transferred to the BiRsboro District and subse qnentlyreturned to the Raleigh Dis trict. For som years he was a Trustee of Greensboro Female Col lege, Besides those mentioned he has fillnd other importent positions in the church of which he was eo prominent a member. Raleigh Vis itor. ' A very pretty effect may be pro duced by causing a candle to burn while almaot immersed in water in a tumbler. The experiment is very simple i Insert a nail not too heavy in tb lower end of a short candle in order to make that end heavier, and place the whole in a glass containing enough water to reach, the upper edge of the candle without wetting the wick. At first though nothing seems stranger than to expect a candle to be entirely consumed in such a sit uation, but it is simple enough. As the candle burns, it grows lighter and lighter and rises gradually as- it diminishes in length, so- that the lighted end always remains above the surface of the water. Fortune knocks once at every man's door, but don't go hunting, through the beer-saloons for him if the man happens to be out. I take Christianity as I take bread because I feel and know that it supplies a want of my nature, the deepest want of all. Barber (to customer) : "Have you heard of the bad scrape young Brown has got into ?" Customer : ''Why no ; when did. you shave him last ?" Epcch