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11 l2 A. KOSCOWEB, Editor, " HERE SHALL THE PRESS THE PEOPLE'S BIGHTS MAINTAIN,- UN AW ED BY INFLUENCE AND UNBRIBED BT GAIN." W. P. DAYIS, PnMfefaer. VOL. II. NO. 5. GOLDSBORO, N. C. THURSDAY, OCT. 4, 1888. Subscription, 01.00 Per Year. r HBADLiGrHTo One of the curiosities exhibited at the Cincinnati Centennial is a petrified watermelon, which was found near the quarries of the Southern Granite Com pany, at Lithonia, Ga. In the manufacture of cotton the United States i3 the second nation in the worhi, led only by Great Britain, which u.-es fifty per cent, more than this coun try. We consume two and one-half time. as much raw cotton as Germany, in 1 three times as much as France. 1 The Moderation Society of New York Jaaa a perambulating tank of ice water, "which i3 driven about the city all day ; an 1 makes frequent stops that the thirsty , may take advantage of the water. The tack holds 300 gaUns, and on hot days ia filled three times and uses up 2100 pounds of ice. This is the second season -' of this mode of assisting temperance. I Probably the lady who purchases rib- bons for trimming is not aware, remarks t the Chicago Times, that she is con- I tributing to an enormous industry, but J such is the case. The demand for this fastiionable article is now so great that one State alcne Xew Jersey turns out ;;C,6T ),000 yards a year. This is 110,035, ? 000 feet, or not quite 22,731 mile3. s The Amphitrite, one of the double turreted monitors, which have been f fourteen years under construction in the . Brooklyn Navy Yard, is to have her I ; steam trial immediately. The Terror, j Miantonomah. and Monadnock, sister .shipi of the Amphitrite, are also pro I gressing, but it will be a long while be- fore any of these vessels, which will be .- of excellent service for coast defense, can ' be fully equipped and put in com ) mi-tsion. Sheriff Grant, of Xew York, accord- t ;r. jf to the Courier-Journal, has declared h.it he would not hold his present office " after January 1, for five times the present -.jj value of the position, which is $40,000 I per year. The new law requiring exe cutions in Xew York to be by electric 1 jfchxk goes into effect on the date named, .'ta:nl Sheriff Grant fear3 that it might til! to his lot to execute a criminal and - itlirit thereby his name might become in 'some way attached to the new system. A French inventor, M. Pagan, has discovered a way to stop the headway of a -termer in short order, and conse quently lessen considerably the dangers or collision at sea. Thehavre and Bor-d-aux papers speak of a coming test of the machine by one of the French war teamers. The machine consists of a number of parachutes, so placed that they can be tossed overboard readily and towed by a cable. The resistance, with out being great enough to produce a shuck, rapidly overcomes the headway ol the vessel. ;Says the Xew York Post: "The Liber al journals in Belgium are calling atten tion to the great increase in the number ol convents in the kingdom. In the thirty I four years from 1540 to 180 the number of such establishment increased from 77. to ?M and the number of inmates from il,.GS to-:.,20C. In the Province of Luxemburg, where until recently monks were almost unknown, there are now quite a number of monasteries. Ir the town of Bruges, the capital of West Flanders, it appears that the religiout bodies maintain no less than fortj hou.-es."' A leading Chicago restaurateur, avers , the Prairie Fanner, comes pretty neai solwug the problem of how to furnish i the poor with good food at almosi . not.iiual cos:, lie will buy the entin carcass of beef at an average cost oi eight and one-half cents a pound, re v serve for his restaurant the choice por- tiors that wouid cost him twenty-twc l . cents a pound, and with the remaindei ake soup. With the meat and breac ne proposes to furnish from a largt kitoLvn at rive cents a meal, excelleu; fool to individuals and families. Th scheme is not a charitable one, but purely a-Jbuainess venture, run for profit. ' ?'rs- ames Nader lives on a small fan tear Pottstowu, Penn. A year a?o shs A the mother of twenty-two living children, the youngest being a few mouth.-: old. There was a mortgage for ";C55o on the little Xader property. The toller of the mortgage one day, a year igo, said in a joking way to Mrs. Nader that if her family numbered twenty-four children within the coming year he would lift the mortgage. A few days ago he called to collect the year's interest onjthe debt. Mrs. Xadcr quietly con ducted him to a cradle in her sitting room, exhibited to him a pair of three wks" old twins, and reminded him of his J promise. The mortgage was can celled and the twins presented with $109 Vrijdcs. . " ' " -.s r A SONG. There is ever a song somewhere, my dear; . There is ever a something sings alway : There is the song of the lark when the skies are clear, And the song of the thrush whan the liies are gray. The sunshine showers across the grain, And the bluebird trills in the orchard tree; And in and out, when the eaves drip rain, The swallows are twittering ceaselessly. There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, In the midnight black, or the midday blue; The robin pipes when the sun is here. And the crickst chirrups the whole night through. The buds may blow, and the fruits may j grow, And the autumn leaves drop crisp and sere; But whether the sun, or the rain, or the snow, There is ever a scng somewhere, my dear James Whilcomb Riley. THE NEW NEIGHBORS. "I hope they'll be nice," said Celia, thoughtfully biting her crochet-needle, and looking through the porch-vines to ward the next house. 'They won't be," said Maggie, swing ing her pretty foot from the railing on which she was perched. "I'm certain of it; and besides, Celia, what if they are? It isn't like'y they'll have much to do with us. Anybody rich enough to buy the Moulton House associating with the poor little dot of a house next door! Oh, no 1" Maggie spoke with calm conviction, and an entire absence of despondency. She was a sensible and independent little person. Celia was watching the unloading of a van at their new neigh bor's gate. "I am afraid they are awfully rich!" she admitted. They've unpacked some of the things out of doors, and the furni ture is lovely plush and stamped leather, and cherry bedroom sets; and they've a grand piano." "Well," said Maggie, gaily, "let 'em have 'em. We've got cane-seated chairs and a cretonne sofa, and pine bedsteads and a melodeon ; and what more could you ask for?" "Well, a tew things, perhaps," said Celia, smiling at her bright younger sistcr. "If Tom Carson gets rich in the gro cery business " said Maggie, banter ingly. "Pshaw!" said Celia, getting red. "In all probability you can have them," Maggie concluded, and jumped down and tripped away. She went around to the rear of "the house, and down to the garden. It was not a large garden, and there was not much in it now but cucumbers and tomatoes. But it was a remarkable garden, nevertheless; for Maggie had made and teuded it herself. Her mother and Celia had protested, but Maggie had gone determinedly to work. For the rossession of a garden substantially reduced their grocery bills, if Tom Car son was in the grocery line; and Maggie had decided that they couldn't afford to hire Pat Murphy this year. And she was proud of her garden. They had had lettuce and onions, and beans and peas ; and Maggie's round face was browner, and her robust health more robust, than they had been in May. It was Maggie's tomatoes that made the trouble, he burst into the sitting-room a week later, with excited speed. "What do you think:" she demanded, breathlessly. "They keep hens yes, there arc fifty, if there's one; and they hain't a sign of a hen-park; and I've just been chasing them out of ray tomatoes ray tomatoes!" said Maggie almost tear fully. "The fence-pickets are so wide apart they can hop right on. They'll have to put up another fence that's ail." 'They seem like nice, quiet people," Celia commented. "I presume they'll be willing to do something." "Xice and quiet !" said Maggie, with sarcasm. "I should think lo. ' The pokiest eld couple you ever saw. Seventy if they' re a day, and well, ju3t misers; I know they are. He what's the name? Tisdale? well, Mr. Tisdalc, he wears thedreadfulest old clothes; a coat that's just as shabby, and a leat-in old W , And she goes about ia an old sacque mat must nave come out of the rag bag; and you ought to see her bonnet such a thing!" "Peihaps they're in reduced circum stances," said Celia, reprovingly. "With that lovely house and furnish ings?" said Maggie, unanswerably. "Oh, no! And to come back to the hens they must fix that fence. I can't lose my lovely tomatoes. Think of all the cans we were to have, Celia Chili sauce and pickles, and the little yellow ones in preserves ! Oh. I won't give them up to Mr. Tisdale's hens!" And Maggie wandered away into the yard again, in aimless anxiety. Mr. Tisdale was just over the fence, hoeing about the roots of a grape-vine. Maggie looked at him in contemptuous astonishment. What niggardliness ! to do himself, and at his age, work which, he could so well afford to hire done. He was decidedly common-looking; he had a broad face and small eyes, and a stubby gray beard, and he had on a coat with frayed sleeve3, and a patch on its back. Maggie stood irresolute; Mr. Tisdale did not look inviting. Then she stepped to the fence firmly. Even then a straggling fiock headed by a highly-colored, pugnacious-looking rooster, was coming through the pickets and toward the tomatoes. "Mr. Tisdale !" said Maggie, timidly. Mr. Tisdale hoed on without response. "Mr. Tisdale 1" she repeated. He did not turn the fraction of an inch. Maggie gazed at him. "If you please " she cried, with the. strength of indignation. But her neighbor stooped to unclog his hoe in utter silence. Maggie grasped What a boor ! what a brute! WThat could Celia say now? The flock had reached the tomatoes. She could see them contentedly pecking then a dozen of them. What should she do ? The old man raised his head at this juncture and looked at her. Maggie 'ooked sternly into his sharp little eyes. "I want to ask you, sir," she said, with severity, "about your hens. They're ruining my tomatoes as fast as they can ; and I've worked over them all 8umrar. and we can't afford to lose them. Won't you " She stopped not because she had fin ished, but because Mr. Tisdale, after a blinking inspection of her, had turned about and gone on hoeing withou a res ponsive syllable. Maggie's face burned hotly ; her pretty lips trembled. "If I were a man!" she murmured, with her little brown hands clinched. 'How can he! AVhat does he mean by it? The beasti" ' ' The cluckincr in the tomato patch had reached a triumphant pitch, aud a fresh flock was wandering through the fence. Maggie forgot Mr. Tisdale. The hack was coming down the street from the noon train, laden with passengers; but she cared not for the observation of hack passengers, nor, for that matter, of kings and queens. She seized her white, beruffied apron in her trembling hands and rushed toward the garden. There was a wild cackling, a fright ened peeping of little yellow balls, and a frenzied scattering. "Shoo shoo!" cried Maggie, her voice unsteady with indignation and ap proaching tears. "Shoo!" If the hens were alarmed and tempo rarily, routed, the brilliantly-tinted, sulky-eyed rooster was not. lie stood motionless on the spot where Maggie's onslaught had found him motionless save for a rising, a swelling, and a trembling of his gay, red comb, while his eyes grew fiercer. Maggie shook her apron with cyclonic energy. "You impudent old thing!" he cried, the laughter struggling through her tears, and charged upon him valiantly. She felt a sudden whir in the air, an angry up-rising of yellow leg and bright feathers, and she put her hands to her face with a little scream. A sharp peck tame down on her fin gers; she heard his fluttering wings in the air, close to her face. She lowered her head into her apron, and fought at him with one courageous fist. And then she heard rapid, striding steps, and a rattling crash through the dry bean-vines; there was a panic stricken squawk, choked ia it3 first stage, a flapping of wings, and silence. Maggie took her head out of the apron. It was as though her fairy godmother if she had one had been at work. Mr. Tisdale's rooster lay on the ground in an expiring flutter, his sheeny neck twisted, his warlike eye3 forever dulled. And close at her side, anxious and agi tated, and withal most attractively nice looking, stood a strange young man in a well-fitting, travel-stained suit, and a soft traveling-cap. Fallen among the tomato-vines were a cane and umbrella, strapped together. 'Are you hurt?" he said. He had taken out hi3 handerchief, and was pre-ssing it to her hand, on which the blood had started. "I saw it fiorn the hack, you see, and I lost no time in getting over. Do you think your hand is badly hurt:" "Xo," said Maggie, bewilderedly. But she was not quite dazed. She saw that the hack had stopped at the Tis da'es' gate, and that a trunk was unload ing from it. He had come on a visit ; a relative, probably. She felt a thrill of regret at that. "No, she said, gratefully; "it was just a peck. How very good in you! And look at your handkerchief 1" "My handerchief!" said the young man, reproachfully. For Maggie, her pretty, brown face flushed and her eyes softly smiling, looked very sweet, despite her rumpled hair and her wrinkled apron ; and there ws something more than mere polite concern in the young man's pleasant eyes. He took her arm, still anxious, and led her to an upturned box at the edge of the garden. There was room for them both, and they both sat down. "Thank you! I do feel a little queer. I was frightened," Maggie admitted. "And I can't thank you enough for your goodness. What should I have done? I think he really meant to kill me and just because I wanted him to go home!" He joined in her laugh, reassured by her brightness. f'Home?' he repeated. "What I next door?" Maggie nodded. "They have so many chickens, and they're all so fond of my tomatoes." They laughed. Somehow they felt as though they had been acquainted a long time. must see to that." said the young man, decisively.' "I'll speak to Wilson about it. lie must have a park built, certainly." "Wilson?" said Maggie, timidly. "My man gardener, or whatever you pleas? he does a little of everything," he explained, smiling. "They came on ahead, you know is your hand better? he and the housekeeper to get things settle 1 a little. Why, you didn't think," he qv.eried, studying her puzzled face, "that they wwncd the house? that they were the people?" He could not help laughing. And he took a card from his pocket-book and gave i: to Maggie, getting up to bow, with burlcrque formality. It bore the .-...c f IlarUn C. Tisd ale. "Yes yes, we did!" said Maggie, rather faintly. "Mercy, I'm so glad!" xVnd then she blushed, and could have bitten her tongue; but Mr. Tisdale looked delighted. 'I you sec, he was so horrid," Maggie explained, confusedly. "I spoke to him about the fence, and he wouldn't even ansv.-er me; he didn't pay the slightest attention." "Oh, Wilson! Did he have his ear- trumpet?" said Mr. Tisdale. "Ear-trumpet? no," said Maggie, wondering what was coming next. "Oh, well, he's awfully deaf!" her new neighbor observed, with twinkling eyes. And they both laughed again; he jaily, she bewilderedly, and both with 'iy enjoyment. "My mother came with me; we're all he family," said Mr. Tisdale, hastily, as X. aggie, half frightened at the odd, new pleasure in her heart, rose. "You must come over and sec her. You're sure you're not hurt?". "Very sure," 3aid Maggie, fiushiug under his eager eyes. Ho They Vote'm Mexico. The election for President in Mexico has recently taken place, and a corre spondent of the Boston Herald tells how the voting is done in that country. The election takes place on Sunday, and the polls were open all over the City of Mexico. Ai most of the polling places, situated in the "zaguans," or porticos of houses, there were two men sitting at a small tabic. There was no ballot box or electoral urn, merely printed forms on wh:ch the citizen voting indicated in writing his preference for elector and then signed his name It was very quiet at all these places, and no soldiers were to be seen at the polling places, and no show of power in any form. All was as democratic as an election in any rural town in Massachusetts. No loafers were permitted, and nobody came up with a bunch of ballots urging the voter to take this cr that ticket. There were no ward politicians out, nor did any wear a badge. Any one who desired voted without let or hindrance. All the stories of troops at the polling places, and of high-handed interference with the popular will, turned out to be mere bugaboos, like too many Southern outrage yarns in our Presiden tial contests. True, very few peopte voted, for the average citizen down her"! is no politician, and so long as he cai ro to bed at night in peace and get up ic 'he morning unawakened by canonading. J he lets politics run as they please. John Detwiler, of MansTcld. Ohio, claims to be the oldest active traveling salesman west of the Alleghenies. lie has been on the road constantly for thirty -five year. LADIES' COLUMN. Seafaring Irish Women. The women of the Irish coasts and islands are as skillful as the men in handling the oar and rudder. They know every sunken rock and dangerous current of the intricate channels between the great island of Aran and the main land, and take boats in and out in all weathers. For many years a Grace Darling of this western coast, the daughter of a pilot who lived on Eight9 Island, went cut in storm and darkness with her old father, never trusting him alone, as she knew his weakness for the whisky. This brave girl never flinched from facing the wildest gales, fearing that disaster might befall her father and the vessels it was his business to guide to a safe anchorage if she were not at the helm. Many a ship's crew beating about between Aran and Owey owed its preservation to Nellie Boyle. Two sisters have taken the post boat into Aran for many years past, their father, John Nancy, being now old and infirm. WomarSa World. The rt of Whistlinrr. The London Saturday Review, speak ing of Mrs. Alice Shaw, the American lady whose whistling performances have been astonishing London society, says that many people have been asked out to hear her, regarding the whole thing as a joke, and have come away in simple wonder at the unlooked-for display of her powers. They have found her a sound musician and a subtle mistress of her particular art. They have found that, through ' her special medium, she could fill Covent Garden with ecstatic trills or sink into the softest whispered notes, the execution of which only years of reheaisal could achieve. It may be difficult to conceive a whistling prima donna; but the fact is that whistling as a fine art is worthy of attentive study. Those who have once heard Mrs. Alice Shaw cannot fail to realize that, if whistling were cultivated as a fine art by those who, in addition to musical endow ment, have, strength ot vocal chord, a high-roofed palate, and a flexible buccal -psrturc, the might be trfcfe cd - to take part in a concert, as of many clarionets, with an effect more thrilling than the most exquisite instrumental music has ever conjured up, and which, from its novelty alone, would be more surprising than any concert hitherto heard, whether instrumental or vocal. Different Ideas in Stjle. The beauty of Catherine of Russia, it i3 said, consisted in her green eyes. A damask cheek, history says, is about all that was required to captivate the poet Cowper. Queen Elizabeth had red hair not the gorgeous Titian red but an out-and-out carroty red. Lucretia Borgia was a model of beauty in her time, and is said to have had scarcely any neck at all. A Kamschatdale belle is four feet high, and one of Patagonia ranges anywhere from six to seven feet. Lady Jane Grey had a long, thin neck and a multitude of suitors who were al ways discoursing on her beauty. Ben Jonson was inspired to write of a beauty with "Howing hair, a sweet neg lect, and a face marked with simplici ty." The beauty Byron dwelt on mostly is said to have had glossy hair, slanting eyebrows, glowing checks and constant blushes. The Circassian beauty is a young woman with dark, piercing eyes and kinky hair, standing straight out around her head. This is the way Spencer, Ihcy say, de scribed his beautiful lady: "Her eyes are like sapphires, teeth like pearls, hair like gold, and her hands are of silvery whiteness." Cleopatra's loveliness, it is said, made a great impression upon both Marc Antony and Casar, but if the Queen of Egypt was like the rest of her race, as shown in tablet, tomb and monolith, she was far from beautiful. Helen of Troy had a-long nose, ending in a good deal of tip aud running down in a straight line from-her forehead. Yet both by Mcnclaus aud Paris, and indeed by the entire Trojan and Greek nations, she was considered one of the hand somest women of the age. - Fashion Notes. Tucked waists are a feature of thin muslin dresses. White wool costumes are effectively trimmed with mouse-gray velvet. There is a decided revival of black in Paris for dresses; indeed, whole toilets are black. The old-fashioned corded and cross barred organdy muslin is again in high 1 favor, as well as lace-striped batiste. 1 and chambray and Scotch ginghams ai ! welL India pongee grows more and more the rage, and is used indifferently for gowns, hats, wraps or blouses, which are usually trimmed with a sharply contrast ing darker hue. Among flower-bonnets lately seen abroad, one especially notable was of realistic red clover, and another of thistle and four-o' clocks upon a foundation of twisted grasses. FUN. A ground-hog Sausage."" Around New York Water. Is the wife of a Pasha a mashat Poor quarters English shillings. The most reliable weather report clap of thunder. The thermometer must register, event though it does not vote. As a rule, orchestra leaders are moral heroes. They all face the music. "Feathers marked down," advertise a dealer. That is dishonest. Life. There will be a cold Dey in Algiera when the monarch of that country dies. It is a queer coincidence that dates and numerals are both natives of Arabia. Time. It is said of one fashionable young man that he never paid anything but a compliment. "Yes," she said, "the waves in a storm reminds me of our hired girls at home. "Hired girls, madam?" "Yes, they are such awful breakers." Ocean. v. "Yes," said Quiggles. "I have a good deal on my hands just now." "So I perceive," replied Fogg; "why don't you try a little soap and water V Tramp No. 1 "1 say, Jem,' I've got a dandy new name f er me old shoes. Call 'cm corporations now." Tramp No. 2 "Ferwhy, me boy V Tramp No. 1 "'Cause they've got no soles.' 'What makes you jam everybody up in this corner!'" yelled a man in a crowd to a policeman. "I want to preserve or der," replied the policeman, as h-i pro ceeded to pound a man into jelly. A new reporter was sent to investigate a rumor that a well-known citizen had become insane. The next morning the following paragraph appeared in the paper: "There was a report yesterday that something was the matter with Mr. Sander's head. It is as sound as it has always been. There is nothing in it." The reporter's -career ended there and then. Mercury. , Peppermint Farms. The name "peppermint," is said to have been first given to the plant by Kay, in 1704. Its commercial history dates from 1730, when it was first grown in Michham, Surrey, England. It is claimed that Mr. Barnet, of Wayne County, N. Y., was the first to engage in its culture in this country. This was in 181C. In 1835 it wa3 started on White Prairie, Mich., and is still quite extensively grown there. The time for planting is in the spring. The underground stems are set in furrows tv o and a half feet apart. The second crop is taken o J, as it gets too troublesome to keep weeds down. It should be harvested when the plant is in full bloom. The crop,' afte being mowed, is left to dry in the sun before being drawn to the distilleries. The annual production of oil of peppermint in this country is about 125,000 pounds, sixty per cent being raised in Michigan and forty per cent in Wayne County, N. Y. About 2009 pounds of well-dried leaves yields eighteen pounds of oil. The yield per acre ranges from three up to twenty eight pounds, or say an average of six teen pounds. Something like 10,005 acres are under cultivation in th;3 crop, and ('1.50 per pound is calculated as the cost of production, aud a margin for profit. The balance is distributed among the manulacturers ani reSners. The range of price in the New York market since 18G1 has been as low as SI. 75 last" December, and as high as $4 in March 18S5. It is rarely below $2.30. In 1883 and 1883 it was over $3. It is much adulterated, and this seriously aaects the genuine crticle. Prairie Farmers A Lapland ForESt Giant. - In Lapland there has just been felicd a pine tree which is de?cribed as one of the largest -ever grown in Sweden. I tj was 12u feet high and at two feet from the ground hal a diamzler of 12 J feet. These are large dimensions for Scot.h fir; an1 et there are pines beside whkh it would be but a dwarf. There fire specimens of the giant pine or sugar pine of California, for eiample, .that rise to the he:ght of C00 feet. The spar of the Douglas pine at Kew, England, is 15i)fect; there are mast spars of the Cowdi piae 200 feet long, while a speci men of the Wellsngtonia g;gmtea has . bcea described as 430 feet hih and 11G leet in circurnfcrence. , ; j
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