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' J - j J- 7 z HEADLIGHT. -.lJKd ROSCOWIB, Editor, " HERE SHALL THE PRESS THE PEOPLE'S RIGHTS MAINTAIN, UNA WED BT INFLUENCE AND UNBRIBED BT GAIN. TV. T. DAYIS, Publisher. VOL. I. NO, 52. T AZESCE OF LITTLE WES LET. r. e i:tti V.'ts'.ej went.the plac9 seems all eo r-:::ic;e and still I r.:: Lis yell o' '-'Gran'pap'." as I'd miss 'Lc hipptrwi'' . ; ' think I ust.to eeo'd him fer his ever ;.;:iu' noise, :-t. I '-r 'y'ri:kr!!ect him as the best o1 littls :rht a hi:n:k-r5 tiaes-a day 'at- he'd fotna r:mr in in. - : : ! th noise he ever made was tic't as : i fa like tfime t o't music played oq rnrae fine instrument, rpife o' this cud'IcT!f?onieres.6eDce little r.-;.!f.y en. lie the deck don't tir.k no louder than it to do- they 6 time it "pears like it 'u'd bu'st :'kli in.tTvo-J. ... let a rooster, 'tuddent like, crow eom'ers Iff t around, HC23 e ef might?- nigh it, it 'u'd lift ms :ff the ground ' rl s-rne rvith all the ct tie Then thsy bawl tr-un I the bars, he rsi o" airly mornin", or the dusk and iew tnd stais. t'j. tho ucighbors'toys 'at passes.nerer stop. sus jest go or., "l.if :l:n" kind o' .tc theirse'v's sence little 'csley's none ' .'2 thes, o nights when Mother's Eittin' up :::comn:o:i late, L.;::j' pears er some-pin, and I set and taoke wait. I th'j mcon out through the winder don't hok bigger 'n a dime. A things keep gittin' stiller stiller stiller fill the t "mo ve Letched mysef a-wishin" Uks as I dumb on the cheer 1 j wind ths clock, is I her done fcr more n fifty yeir "ifhin' .t the iirre hed come fer us to go to r'd. i-h our last prayers, and. our last tears senc6 iittlc-Lesley's dead I JA3TES WEITC02EE F-ILET, TOM MIDDLETON'S WIFE,. BY FXOP.A HAINES LOCGHEAD, ATE MITCHELL was one of those unfortunate " wo men whose sur plus physical en ergies distinguish farihf) them from others of their sex. As a l-JE" j t.z child, she was fU-known as a "tom-'ejf- raT" hoy," and prim rpsrrr' 5jJpgg. mothers held her S5c Jpp- up as an awful warning to iheii little daughters, while in her ow n home the question of how to subdue her was wrestled over with true maternal solicitude. When she grew jp society frowned upon her as a "hoy den,"' and htr way was beset with thorns. ' , At eighteen she could row, and 6wim, tnl ricle5 and play lawn-tennis like a bfiv. She was a great walker, and upon ore occasion had walked to Mt. Diablo va b?ck in two days, with her brother da couple of friends, a feat which alone would have sufficed to place her under a ban in Sau Francisco's best so ciety. That she eacg like a.bird, danced lika a sylph, and was, altogether, a very riiahle, pure-minded girl, was a small offctt for the sum of her iniquities, and although she was exceediugly popular among a set of young and irresponsible boys, conservative circles frowned upon her, and it was gt-neraliy understood that she was a young person of most radical and dangerous tendencies. It was. therefore, a matter of polite "egret when the announcement of her cming nuptials with one of this same ocaservativo circle was leeeived. Tom Middleton was a promising young law yt r, cf excellent family and irreproach able manners. It had been generally '.mderttood that Tom's ideal wa3 of a different type, and more after the pat tern of the elegant society women with whom he had been accustomed to asso ciate, His intimate friend and boon companion, Jack Spencer, who had al- ays disapproved cf Kate, undertook to rr;a a-s the mouthpiece of society, and echoed its sentiments in Tom 'sunwilling ar. Tom stood stanchly by his colors, but his friend's words sank deep into his fonlv nevertheless. He secretly resolved fhst, fpr his. sake and her owd, Kate rr.-jX bo 'jtoucd down." He succeeded even beyond his hopes. Nice years after her marriage, few "ouid have recognized in the quiet, re-K-J'e'ssed wofrrari, thb' gay and spirited f;ir! cf former days. Kato was fond of her husband, and the alchemy of love Lb 1 wrought the chaDge; but it is a dan ceiouo thing to meddle with' spiritual :h era;'; try s well as the forces of the tx.-.tcrial world, and if Tom had known "I'at rent-up longings and rebellious in 'Ohiatons raged beneath his wife's quiet .rterkr, he" might have repeuted his t ucccis. - But h.e went on. callously and blindly, as men will when dealing with delicate forces which they cannot under f'ai:d, and Kate kept his grievances to ! jeif. Twc) children came the eld er : girl, u fiery, little creature, who toi'do the mother's heart ache, as she saw in the child a reflex of herself; the her, a boy, delilerate, like his father. v ht.'i tlie children grew larger and need- loom for exorcise and out-door air vhich t:;eir city home, would not afford, they took up their lesidence in a little 'UMtry h mie, not so far away but that T i.i ci t 1 1 travel buck and forth daily -uj.'I -atU'ivliti ?his business, and it is he e'that ciiVstory finds them. Une gray, iJecember day, Kate Btood i t .f'V wiiii'ww, sizing out upon the laud ';-.Yb. If ' lia; 1 "liet-n ' a dull, tiresomo i.!.. t'eial days before, Tom had -::iitcd o'Voii a long-promised vacation, huh to be dedicated to a hunt in t:.- i:i:'i!i!f:iiiis, in company with a party ' i u !ils. S:pj vv as thinking, with envy, of U:in hunting-party," and wondering, h;d.''bittcriy, why amusements that wei-e co: c. tied to. bv? proper and healthful for r.! n should not be healthful and proper f..- r-iincn. How she would have en : ; if iif long tramps over the hills, ' :v il'-iiiV-'nt of the bunt, the joy of i i r.ir ni?nod gun on her shoulder, nnd ; .;t that k1;o could sight nnd shoot !: V,-t t,; I'-.i-ui '. She felt a wick- i.c ! she thought of the showers tl at had fallen in the valley and the ilouds that had hung constantly ov ;he mountains. She was lonely, dull ltd cross, and Chafed against her bedg-?d-in life, with, its narrow boundaries .ts senseless restraints. . . - There was a rush of feet through the bouse, the door of her room opened, and :ne children burst in. . : . . - "Mamma, the creek is up! Take us iown to see it!" The childish longing for novelty and pcitement found an instant echo in her aeart. They had run in from outdoor play, and were bonneted and cloaked, with rubber overshoes to protect their feet from the damp earth. As for her, it was refreshing to evade Bridget's ngilant eye, and to steal out cf the front door in her loose house-dress, bare-headed, and with worsted slippers Dn her feet. They followed a garden path for a little distance, and then en tered & n2rrow lane leading to a plaoo where they were accustomed to fori in the summer time, but over which now swept a seething, tempestuous flood. As they looked and listened, Kate re alized that tbis was no ordinary freshet, but the product cf a heavy rainfall over the whole vast watershed, which bad ac cumulated its forces in thousands of tiny rivulets, and, joining issue with the mountain stream, plunged down its narrow channel, a mighty and irresisti ble power. Even as they looked she taw a wall of water suddenly rear up above and come iown toward them like a miniature tidal wave. The dam built by the new water com pany had given way! They ran back from the shore to high er ground, ana not a moment too Boon, The stream rose several feet in a second! It cut into the solid, banks on either side, and bushes and young trees, root ed up and sucked in by the greedy cur rent, went spinning by. A giant syca more wavered, flung out its bare and skeleton limbs as if in ghostly prptest, md fell far out into the stream, inter locking its branches with a sturdy ev-r-srreen oak which stood on the opposite Sank, while its trunk, loosely anchored by long, snake-like roots, tossed help lessly in midstream. "Mamma! See the big boards com ing cried out her little daughtei. Kate looked far up stream and saw a great timber sailing leisurely along. Now it caught on a projecting snag and sprung half about, low it struck on a submerged island, and idly disengaged .tself and sauntered on. Behind it was another, and yet another the stream was black with them. "Oh, my God ! The railroad bridge !" The railroad bridge, and the afternoon train now nearly due, soon to rush down i 6teep grade to a leap into that yawning shasm. Her first impulse was to start up the canon, but she instantly checked herself. What folly, when miles of overflow lay between her and the doom ed train 1 Word must be sent down to the station, and from there a telegram to the next stopping place above the bridge. But how ? The hired man 1 Jim had gone an hour before to the vil lage to get the mail and have his daily gossip with the loungers of the place. Even if he were here, neither horse nor man was fleet enongh to cover the cir cuitous road that lay between. Then she looked at the prostrate sycamore. Down the stream, leisurely, but nearer md nearer still, sailed the great timbers, "Marian, take little brother and go straight to the house and 6tay there till aaamma comes back." She had already pnlled herself up by Dne of the roots and was creeping stealthily along the swaying trunk. Here her dress caught on a branch; there she bad to climb down and crawl ilong with her feet under the water to ivoid an upright limb. Once she slipped md lost her hold, and was nearly sucked into the eddying current, but she caught it a stout projection and swung herself ap again. She could hear the swash of the heavy limbera up-stream as they rocked lazily jpon the water, but she did not dare to !ook. Before her the main trunk of the iree was lost and she saw two diverging limbs, one low in the water, the other locked with the oak in mid cir. Which :o take ' fhe dared not hesitate, bat began a. perilous climb along the upper limb, slippery sud naked in places, wavering so " that she grew dizzy and shut her eyes to keep from falling. And, so, lying prone upon it, hand over hand, ihe "crept the entire length, and tbe reat stick of timber struck heavily igainst the fallen sycamore, and just as Kate swung herself into the branches of :he oak she felt her support give way, ind with a groan, and crash, and wild ip-tossings of its skeleton arms, the old tree tore loose from its moorings, and was swept down stream toward the bay. Her hands torn and bleeding, Kate Middleton reached solid ground at .ength, and first her maternal instinct isserted itself, and she looked back and mw her c hildren standing still and look ing after her. She pointed home with a gesture that theydard not disobey, and saw them turn and run up the lane, hen sped along her way. She was not light of foot as in her girlhood; whereas, she was once fleet as i deer and swift motion was a very joy 0 her, she now realized that she was growing to be a htout and middle-aged .voroan. She moved heavily and clum sily and labored for bnwth, and her feet .vere like c ods beneath her. There was 1 hiile of rough and rocky ground to be covered before she reached the station, iud the train oh, but to possess once aiore the agility of her girlhood ! Which would be first? Would the ;rnin, flying across the upper levels of the Coast Bange, reach the next station before the brave woman had sent her message of warning ? How many times ?he asked hcrsolf the question fdie eon Id :iot have told. She .scarcely dared hope that she might be in time. Her heart UOLDSBORO, N; seemed ready, to buret with grief for the terrible, misery threatening so many happy homes. Alas I fcr the orphaned children who might cry aloud to heaven that .night ! Alas ! for fathers and moth ers whom the morrow might behold bowed down with sorrow 1 Alas! for husbands and wives She was crossing the bed of one of the abandoned channels of the impetuous mountain stream, a rock pathway strewn with the spoils of by-gone freshets, where," even then, a shallow stream was rippling past, token of the torrents sur plus force. She faltered smitten by a new and awful thought. What if Tom Torn', who was not to come for two days more; Tom who had etaited out In an altogether different direction -should have cut short his excursion, or with his party driven home by the continued rainsj somehow wandered to one of the upper stations and boarded the train there! Where was her Vaunted physical strength now? What was she after all, but a weak, wretched woman,with trem bling limbs, every muscle clogged by this great horror that had taken posses sion of her j a fierce pain gripping at her heart, something neing in her throat which suffocated her, her eyes blinded with babyish tears? Thank God! her brain kept clear and true to its purpose, and urged on the flagging body. On, on, over little hillocks, across level stretches of sand down new ravines she ran. Once she cut her foot cruelly, upon a sharp stone, and remembered, for the first time,that she had on the light wors ted slippers she had worn in the house, and had.carelessly npglected to exchange for walking-bsotswhen she ttarteddown to the creek with her children. She even bethought herself that her loose house dress was scarcely the style of ap parel in which she should like to pre sent herself at tho station, could she have her 'choice", and in the 6ame breath sent up a praysr of thankfulness for its light weight, which scarcely encumbered her movements. With all the rest of her eenses dulled, her hearing appeared to have become preternaturally sharp. She seemed to hear the' clatter of the approaching train twelve miles away. The throb, throb, throb of the engine kept pace with her beating heart. She heard the hollow echoes from the neighboring hills as the train crept over embank ments, its deafening clamor as it ruehed across trestle-work, its dull rumble as it rolled over sohrl ground. She even 6cemed to hear the engineer as he laid his hand on the escape-valv e, ready to give the iron monster voice as it neared the little mountain town, then the wild shriek of the escaping steam, the clangor of the bell, the puff, puff, puff, as the train slackened speed, the clatter of the brakes, the jangle of the couplings. Would she never reach the little red station-house, how plainly in sight at the end of the smooth graveled road She was passing tbe post-office, where people idly gazed at her. What mat ter! If only there was a horse and buggy in sight, to help her on her way! If only one of the loungers would un derstand and take up the mission which her sjient strength seemed inaiequnte to fulnl! But s' e might not turn aside. On the depot platform more loungers, Jim among them, rolling a quid of to bacco in his cheek and talking earnestly about the state of the weather and the prospects of the growing crops. They all looked upon her as a mad woman, as she ran past them, Jim muttered an expletive under his breath, moved by the strong indignation that must always possess a self-respecting servant, when master or mistress does something derogatory to the dignitvef his "fani- The station-master was in his office, talking with a gentleman who had come down from the mountains, and was wait ing to take the train to the city. He was clad in a hunting suit, and was talk ing with some excitement. "It has rained all the week." he was saying; "you think it rains here in the valley, but, great guns ! you should be i up in the mountains in a rainstorm, j Sheets and sheets of it blizzards of . sleet and hail, and the wind blowing like a hurricane. Wo broke camp yesterday. I took a bee-line down here. The rest crossed the hills to tho station above. They'll be down on the four-o'clock." Voice and speaker were familiar to the woman who stood in the doorway, both hands pressed to her panting breast. The words came only too distinctly to her quicken eel senses. Then her pre monitions were true, and Tom Tom was on that fated train. Again her body reeled, but her steady brain saved her. "Stop the train I The bridge is gone !" she cried. Both men looked up, startled at the words. With the prompt movement of a man trained to obey orders, the agent leaped to his instrument ; the other man, 6lower to comprehend, came forward, the look of amazement on his face, as he viewed the singular apparition in the doorway, giving place to amused indul gence, as he recognized the speaker. What an eccentric, impetuous girl Kate Mitchell always was, and what a life she must lead Tom Middleton ! "This is quite an unexpected pleasure, Mrs. Middleton." he said smiling. She waved him back with a single im perious gesture. There was a brief si lence. 'Ihe operator listened intently, with his head resting on his hand. Kate Middleton remained standing in tho doorway, her bands clasped low, her face blanched with dread, and all her soul absorbed in listening. Jack Spen cer, slowly comprehending tho meaning of tbe scene, waited, his interest grow ing with every moment's delay. At last it came, the monotonous click, click, conveying its portentous message in a language unknown to two of the three listeners. The operator arose from his chair. "Just in time. The train was pulling out of the station, but they stopped her." isA K'i iff C;, THURSDAY, AUG. 30, 1888. . Kate Middleton clutched at. he door way. For the first time in her life hsr headgave way. She was again on the swaying sycamore, and the limb was cracking, breaking, going down. Sli9 felt the water on her face and opened her eves, to find Jack Spencer support ing hx head, and the station agent pouring ice-cold water over her. . "She'll be all right in a minute," said Jack, cheerfully. "Xow, Mis. Middle ton, with your permission, I'll see you home." She borrowed a hat and cloak from the station agent's wif ?. Jim brought up the horses. Jack Spencer handed her into the wagon, wit . grave courtesy, and they drove off, be Jie of the loungers, dimly understands -what she bad done, looked on cuiiont'" That was all. Xo fuss, no for.nai tributes, no speech making even froti the two who under stood,' There was no deputation of strong men to tender her public tribute, in voices shaken by sobs. Contrary to all tradition, and unlike any hero or he roine who ever saved a train from wreck, she wafi on the wrong side of the bridge, and the people most deeply concerned were nine miles away. She had little to say on the ride home ward, although Jack Spencer was atten tive and talkative, and tried, as hard as a man could, to show his appreciation of her brave deed. Perhaps she was em barrassed in the consciousness of her odd attire, and the curious looks cast upon her as she rode through the vil lage. Perhaps she was secretly ashamed of her mad race, and of the exceptional, unwomanly physical prowess that had made it possible, notwithstanding the fact that it had saved many lives. She did not even invite Jack to come in when she reached her own door, but descended from" the wagon with great dignity, and only relaxed a little when Jack said, very earnestly: "I shall never underrate the value of Shysical training for women again, Mrs. liddleton. Some day I shall beg to put my little daughter under your tute lage," Which was a great concession for Jack, whose little daughter was the apple of his eye, and whom he had hitherto only looked forward to making an accomplished woman, of elegant manners. Neither honor nor praise awaited Kate in her own home. Bridget scolded her and put her to bed, and declared that 6he "wnd surely catch her death a-cold, an she deservea it well," and tried to save her from the consequence of her misdeeds at the same time. Of the children, Harry stubbornly resented her base desertion of them on the bank of the raging stream, and Mar'an, with her mother's Epirit of adventure Etrong upon her, terrified the household by a vowing her intention cf going across the water on a tree the first time ehe could escape parental authority. The mother had her reward, neverthe less. Late that night, when the children were asleep and Bridget had' relaxed guard, Kato escaped from bed, and don ning a wrapper and shawl, laid herself down upon the loungo before the open fire, to enjoy scanning the daily paptr. The rain fell steadily without, so steadi ly that the sound of a horse's hoofs coming up ine soaaen tinveway was scarcely distinguishable from the patter of the rain-drops. Kate started up as she heard a step outside tho door; an other moment, and Tom was before her, looking very solemn, like a newly mater ialized ghost. j Tom V she cried, sharply, and then she seemed to cower before him ; yet not before him, but the horror of tbe after noon, which again descended upon her nnd took possession of her. Tom, her husband, might have been one of that grizly throng of mangled, crushed, dead, and dying phantoms of tho might-have-been, ever torturiDg her mental vision. She pressed her hands over her eyes, as if they might bar out the sight. "Oh, you ought not; you never should do 6uch a thing," sho said. After all, she had nerves, nnd they had been corely tried that day. What do you mean?" gravely de manded Tom. " This was indeed a sorry greeting after all he had been through. "You shouldn't have come homo in tlm unexpected way; you should let people know when you are coming." "Kate," 6aid Tom solemnly, seating himself on the sofa and drawing her down beside him, "you will speak dif ferently when you know how near I came to not coming home at all ; I have traveled twelve miles on horseback over a rough mountain road to get hero to night. We wero just starting out of Prescita when we were notified that the bridge three miles below there six miles above here, Kate had been car ried away." "How did you find out?" Kate was herself again. There was a little twinklo in her eye, but her lip trembled. "As to that," replied Tom, "reports are somewhat vague. But all accounts agree it was a woman. And she did wonderful things. The bridge-tender's wife, I believe. Floated down stream on a timber, somebody said. Started, all dripping, for tho station, and got thee in an unconsiderably short time. Not a minute to spare. If it hadn't been for her! -oh, it was a wonderful feat, everybody says." "But how very unladylikel" said Kate, in a shocked voice, stooging to pick up something from the floor. "Unladylike!" cried Tom, excitedly, "I tell you, Kate, that was something worth while. Very different from your lawn-tennis practice. When a woman puts her strength to such a use aud such a strain as it must have been, by Jove! Why, Kate, I doubt if you could so much as walk to town and back. But when a woman saves two or three hun dred lives at one stroke ! My good ness, Kate! What have you been doing to your foot?" For Mrs. Middleton had unconscious ly pushed the wounded foot into sight, and its load of bandages, piled up by Bridget's clumsy fingers, and finished with a red flannel swathing, was indeed calculated to strike terror to tho be holder. "I I took a little walk to-day,' replied Kate, guiltily, trying to hide the foot again beneath the hem of her dress. "But don't let us talk about that. Tom. I'm sorry I seemed queer and cold when you came in. I wasn't feeling well, and you you looked so. It made me shiver.' Lise many peoplo who are dauntless in the presence of real danger, Kate had all her life been f hv of praise. If she could have kept the knowledge of her escapade, as she mentally termed it, from her husbsmrt,- fcl s Wonld gladly have dene it. But, Sfsffci as he was m sorie wsys, obtuse as he its, he was not to be put 63" in this way. He n as llfady on hi3 knees beside hih cutting threauj?, removing pins and undoirig tloths, in 6pite of her protests, until he disclosed a little foot, purple with bruise?, and with an ncly, gaping cut in one side. "No woider yon are not yourself to night. A 'littli walk!' t should say so. Kate, what nave you bec tip fo now!" "I had ou my slipper?," c6fesed the culprit, "and there wasn't tiiKS to change them. Let it pjone, Tom. It'll be all right to-morrow." "A little walk!" persisted Tom. "Great Cscsar, Kate, yon are not to be trusted alone any more than a two-year-oldbabc, I'll never dare to go oft and leave voii again." "lit hadn't taken my little walk you ycu you mightn't have had the chance '" cried poor Kate, cornered at last. "My soul !" cried Tom, a light dawn ng upon him at last.. "It was yoii I"' I think he kissed the litt!e, lame. bruised feet. I am afraid he di 1 a great many foolish things and humbled him self most lamentably to show his love for his brave young wife, his pride in her, and his contrition. There was a purse made tip by the passengers on the overland train that fateful day, to reward the plucky woman who had 6aved them front such a fright ful disaster, but they were never able to find her out. The station master and Jack Speneef kept their secret well. The only subscription that ever reached its destination was Tom Middleton's. His wife sometimes wears a very Ugly brace let set with a couple of very large and ponderous gold coins. When people question her about it ehe replies that it is a medal Tom once awarded her for ft race she won. Jt is generally under stood that she refers to some rowinpf match or horseback ride, for there are boats on the pond now, 6addle-horses in Tom's stable, and a tennis court on the lawn. But even as she answers Kate sees again the railroad train, with its precious living freight, thundering on to destruction, and a woman, bare-headed, wild-eyed, with draggled drees end bleeding feet, racing desperately across a rough country in a mad effort to avert the impending danger.-! Argonavt. How Storms Are Made. Our earth only receives a small frac tional part of the sun's heat; but, what ever that may be in the year, more or less than the average, the entire surface of our earth must feel and be subject to the effects. And one thing is certain namely, that a year or series of years, of excessive Ennlight will inevitably be year and seasons of excessive atmospherio dis turbances, because increase of heat will produce excess of evaporation, excessive precipitation; and, during a prevalence of this excess of sunheat, there must be over limited areas violent ctorms both summer and winter. When very large areas of the atmo sphere have been, by excess of heat, brought into an unequal state, as larg areas of lower stratum of highly-heated air and vapor, which is also intensely electric, the conditions to produce sand spouts, water-spouts, and tornados, are f ullv ripe. The upper and colder layer of the atmosphere cannot cool the lower highly-heated and vapor -ladened strat um to evenly and quickly as to prevent vents in the form of funnels forming from the lower stratum to the higher stratum, causing a rupture which takes place upward in a pipe form just as water m a tank or basin, having a bottom means for discharge by a pipe flows out with a whirling motion in our northern hemisphere elways m the di rection of the hands of a clock and so the heated, highly electric and excess ively vapor-laden atmosphere breaks into tho cold atmosphere above when at the level of the "dew point" inriaible vapor becomes risible, parting with its latent heat, which so rarities the air as to force some of the condensed atmosphere in visiblo clouds, mounting thousands of feet above the condensed dew point into a region above the highest peaks of the highest mountain. To feed this pipe, or, as in some cases, pipes, the lower stratum flows in from all sides to rotate and ascend with the intense velocity of steam power, suffi cient to produce all the disastrous effecta of the wildest tornado, there being almost a vacuum at the ground or water line, as the phenomenon may be on the land or over the sea. On the land trees are tw isted and uprooted, houses are un roofed, solids of various kinds are lifted from the earth, and human beings have been blown away like dead leaves. There are, also, records of railway wag ons having been blown off the rails. In deserts entire caravans have been buried beneath a mountain of blown sand- camels, horses, and men; while in Egypt there are ruins of cities, massive temples and monuments deep buried in the ad loinintr desert sand. At sea many a eood shin caught by a tornado has been overwhelmed and sent to the bot torn whole. Pall Mall Gazett. Should Carry Chalk With Them. He wore a white waistcoat and a white four-in-hand tie and he was standing on tho front platform of a Broadway car smoking a cigarette. Tho street was muddy. Presently his gleaming waist coat and his immaculate tie were orna mented with splotches of mud. He look ed annoved and anarrr. Ho said some thing which Col. Sheppard would never print. He drew a cambric handkerchief from his pocket and tried to wipe the mud off. He only succeeded in rubbing it in. He looked moro worried than ever. By his side was a flashily-dressed voung man smoking a big cigar. "Kinder muddy!" said tho flashy young man in an off-hand tone. "l'es," said he of tho white waistcoat, ns he rubbed at the muddy spots. "And I don't know what I shall do. I'm going to mako a call, and I live too far away to co home and change my clothes. The flashy young man puffed his cigar in silence 'or a moment. Then he thrust his hand in a side pocket of hia cout and fished out a cube of billiard chalk. "Try this," he faid, He of the white waistcoat took the chalk and carefully rubbed it over the srots. In a few minutes ther had all disappeared end his waistoont aud neck tie were purely white, Sun. eDDirog I hereby flctify the publie that I have picked cut EIGHT THOUSAND DOLLARS worth of Spring and Summor Goods, which I have put'6a aeperate tables. I shall sell them at ANY PRICE, no matter vha you offer me, the goods are yourr I don't believe in carrying ever good 'rom one season t another, and put camphor in there I womH rather sell them st ten cents on the dollar. ' MY MOTTO IS: "QUICK BALES AND SMALL PROFITS" to kfr tbe wheels lolling. Below I will five ycu a few prices which will tell the tab? . ISO Rolls of Straw Matting from 15 io 25 cents pr yird, worth 50 cents. djQ riOA wrth of BILKS and SATINS, in all shades, I shall dispel Pt3) JJJ at 85 cts a yard ; the resl value is 1 .40 everywhere. Cf Pieces Plain and Fringed SATTEENS at 14 cents perysH? vU regular price 25 cents. StfU Fine SILK PARASOLS to be told at any price. ETSJg: CA Pieces of SCRIM for window curtains, 1 8 4 yards wide, at 1 5IJ cents a yard, worth 29 cents, in eight diSernt shade? and patterns. Clothing, Clothing, 150 MENS' DUSTERS at 45 cents a piece. 1,500 MENS'. YOUTH'S and BOY'S ALL WOOL SUITS, in Back and Frocks, tbe regular price $12.50, they are now moving at $4.75. 2,-Wl Pa'r cf Durable WORKING FANTS at 75 cnts a pair. - Furniture! Furniture!! Furniture!! I HEREBY notify the publie that I am selllna cut my entire stock o FURNITURE AT ANY PRICE, and departments require my entire time and mov. i ?m determine:! tnat tne rurniture Jit el (H. FOR GASH ALL the goods I have mentioned herein will be cold, end MUST BE SOLD for cash or WHEN you leave home with the intention urumers; come where ALL these goods were bought for it T l j J - 3 ;j u i rnw in ua so, ana coasiuenag xae aoovc pnce it DCgins io look very much lik it. Heoif mber the sign in front of my store. Joseph The Champion H. WEOL Wholesale and Rotail Merchants, G0LDSB0B0, H C. IN ECONOMY THERE IS WEALTH! OE MONEY THERE IS ECONOMY! In buying 3 cur goods of ua you will JUDICIOUSLY'. : . 4 HAVE YOU VISITED Our CJotbin'and Gents Furnishing Department. If not, depend upon it you'r "behind the times in knowledge of the prevailing fctyles. WE MAKE A Of our Merchant Tailoring Department, concern iauor. nc guarantee iu pie: iui. OUR DRESS GOODS DEPARTMENT -is pronounced the most extensive in the incy are rtftAi. REMEMBER THE ONE PRICE SYSTEM When you enter our ehoc Department. Wc are selling only S'aoes of well-known manufacturer', and guarantee iithfaction as to PRICE and QUALITY. WE WILL DUPLICATE BILLS From aoy Market in our Whjlcalc Department. Call and be conrnced. TChildreu's Carriages :n the mot unique rvles. ... CARPETS, MATTINGS, OILCLOTHS, ETC. A large assortment of new and exclusive pattern?, at Lowest Prices. IT WILL COST NOTHING To look through ur Stork and convince yourself that we carry the most com- " ' ' plete line. H. 7EIL BEOS. Subscription, 01.00 Per Year. Qu. will not keep it any more. My other attention and ccmpells me to make th'a OR ON TIME. on time. to visit my store don't oe misled by you intended to go. SPOT CASH, and I can give thm away t . t . .. , . Edwards, of Low Prices." & BROS-, IN THE JUDICIOUS EXPENDITURE find that yoi are eipendlng your mony SPECIALTY and have your garments made by famwv city. They arc NICE; they arc NEW
The Goldsboro Headlight (Goldsboro, N.C.)
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Aug. 30, 1888, edition 1
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