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MN iN -.N AY 7 K N V- II II II I I II II J II I I I I I I I I 1 II II II V 111 I I I tK. I I I I I I - I II III! III! I I I I II JL JLJLJLld , AlJ.iUJULJlJLJL JL . i -. ! ' , . - A. ROSCOWER, Editor, "HERE SHALL THE PRESS THE PEOPLE'S EIGHTS MAINTAIN , UNAWED BY INFLUENCE AND XJNBBIBKD BY GAIN." Yf. P. DAVIS, Pnblishcr. VOL. II. NO. 6. GOLDSBORO, N. C. THURSDAY, OCT. 11, 1888. Subscription, 01.00 Per Year. j There are 20,000 Cherokccs, 5000 jChcctaws, 5000 Chickasaws, and from 200; to 3000 Sminoles in the Indian Ter ritory. The Creeks number about 8000 jto 10,000 soul3, but it is thought about ! half of these are colored. Bangor, Me., having thus far existed without a street railway, is to redeem " its reputation on this score, observes the 'hicago Herald, by having an electric .road, thus making an exception to the usual evolution of local transportation, :whicli comprises a transition from horse cars to electric or cable motors. In this instance the proposed road is the direct , "successor of the hack. ? ITerndon James, aged thirty-five, who -County, Ky,, belonged to a peculiarly I in fortunate family. His mother killed hercclf by cutting her throat; his father jhung himself ; an aunt drowned herself in a cistern; one cousin, ayoung woman, cut uer throat with suicidal intent, but survived; another cousin, a young man, tried to shoot himself, and is now in a limine asyium. ; Before Edward E. Munch, of Buffalo, N. Y., died he directed that his body be t cremated in the Iresh Pond Crema- of tlu flower bed3 on the lawn in front of the retort house. Mrs. Munch faith 'fully carried out the directions of her xhusband, according to the New York : tiuu, and for weeks afterward his light gray ashes were plainly visible on the 4 riowers and plants where they had fallen- -j Dr. Gatling, the inventor of the de structive engine of war which bears his 'name, proposes, remarks the Mail and iiVjiw, to revolutionize tne art of -building heavy guns. The successful jordnanceof modern times is the built up gun. The Krupp and the Armstrong guns are manufactured from successive layers of steel. These are very likely to .burst, the makers bc-ing unwilling to .guarantee that a gun will stand firing . more than a hundred times. Dr. Gat ' ling proposes a steel gun cast about a " coM core, so that the cooling will go on from the inside outward, making the 'middle hardest and the outside softest. .tTlie e guns can be made for about fifty per rent, of the cost of built up guns. 1, The "record" in rapid machine work -has again been lowered. Heretofore the -Baldwin Locomotive Work3, of Phila delphia, have held the first: place with .1 r t -i, t im- zei'oru ot an eng:n:i mini in twenty r four hours, but the Pennsylvania Rail road Company has now taken the palm iby constructing a full-sized (110,000 po.mds) authracite-burniiig locomotive at the Altoona shops in sixteen hour3 and "fifty-Cve minutes. The work was com menced in the morning, and iu five min utes less than seventeen hours the engine :; w:i3 turned out ready lor use. It is to ! run on the New York division of the Pennsylvania Railroad. The feat i3 un f rivaled in locomotive buildiujr. 'j There was recently published a state smen t that it was discovered among the papers of General Sheridan that a life in . ranee policy of l5,000had been placed for him by his friend, General W. B. '.Franklin, of Hartford. A friend of the 'iamuy corrects this in the New York :;Start and the correction shows what a .generous friand General trheridan had in :his old war comrade, General Alger. It appeals that a few years ago General lAlger, at that time Governor of Michi gan, gave General Sheridan $10,0C0 in . money, npon condition that it should be 4 invested in a life insurance policy, and tint that policy should be kept up for the beneSt of the widow. The money was invested in a policy for $3."), 000, and -inquiry since the death of General Sheridan, at the office ot the company, . y was an-wjred by a statement that there a had been no default in the payments tipon the policy. v Tlie recent investigation into the f Indian troubles on the Skeena River, Br.tish Columbia, has brought to light a k deeply laid plot, by which, at two secret : meetings held at Katamax last winter, it was arranged among the Indian tribes in m that section to massacre all the white 1 .. TM- . i. J 1 Bi-mera. iuo massacre wm avertcu uy on.' of the Indians, who, at the risk of his life, threatened to warn the Govern- ment unless the idea was abandoned. The Skeena Indians are described by the New York Post as of low stature and I degraded morals. They are all heathens i and sturdily refuse to embrace Chris , tiaiity. They are all wild and lawless, k with no more notion of fairness than a 5 wolf, whose character they exactly I para'kl, inasmuch a3 when they come to i the stoic alone they are almost vex r atiously meek and lowly, but when they ; collect in numbers they are loud-mouthed and menacing. Their faces consist mainly of racuth and cheek bones, with. I luittU, jiat nose. . THE OLD DINNER HORN. BT BET. JOEL SWARTZ. I've heard many a strain that has thrilled me with joy, But none I can say, since the day I was born, Has pleased me as well as when a small boy I heard on the farm the old dinner horn. The tube was of tin, a yard or so long. And was blown for "the boys" at noon and at mora, Its monotone din was a "welcome, come in, Come in, my dear boys, to the call of the horn I" With appetite keen, near the noon of the day, "Whether reaping the grain or plowing the corn, Or building the fence or tossing the hay. Oh, sweet to my soul was the sound of the horn! A mother's fond lips pressed the trumpet of tin, She blew her full soul through the barley and corn, I seem to hear still her "welcome, come in! Come in, my dear boy, to the call of the horn!" But the harvest is reaped and the fences are made, And gone are the boys who furrowed the corn, And all save myself, in the grave yard are - laid With the dear precious one who winded the horn. The trumpet of tin I keep in my room, Though dented and battered and homely and old I prize and revere it a precious heirloom Of mother and home more precious than crold. TTJKNED ADRIFT. BY IIEI.EK FORREST GRAVES. "Rosamond! Itosamoadl" "Yes, Uncle Phineas." "It's nine o'clock, Posamond. The clock's just struck." "I know it, Uncle Phineas.' "Well, take off them log3 that hasn't got fairly to going, and put 'em keerful in the chimney corner, and kiver up the rest with a good coat of ashes. D'ye hear, Rosamond?" "Yes, Uncle Phineas," with a sigh. "Because, you know, Rosamond, nine o'clockrs the time folks was abed." "Yes, Uncle Phineas." "And be sure you lock the big front door and bolt both the bolts, and put a cheer agin the hinges, so't it'll tumble over ef any one tampers with the fasten iaga." "I'll not forget, Uncle Phineas." George Hand. rose from his seat with a smile, as Rosamond Foster's troubled eyes met his owe. "Perhaps I had better be going,"' said he." "Evidently your uncle thinks my room will be better than my company." "You won't mind him?" said Rosa mond faintly. "Not in the least," said George. "He's quite right. Nice o'clock is the time to go home. I'll come some other evening and finish my visit." He had Rosamond's hand in his a trifle longer than there was any necessity for, as they parted ; and the girl sighed softly as she bolted the great front door and adjusted the "cheer" to the exact burglar-catching angl. George Hand had been very near say ing the word for which her heart had longed all these months, iust when Uncle Phineas' cracked voice made itself audi ble over the bend of the stairway. It was rather hard, but Rosamond' life had been a succession of mute, self sacrifices, and this oniy made an ad ditional one. But Unc'.e Phineas renewed the sub ject next day with some acrimony. "I tell you what, Rosamond," said he, "that candle-box is mor'n half empty T' "Yes, Uncle Phineas, it's the middle of January, you know," said Rosamond, gently. "I don't keer ef it was the middle of April." snarled the old man. "That's no excuse for wasting candles. Arter this, the house has got to be shut up at half-past 8 o'clock at night, and all the lights out. I ain't going to end my day 3 in the poor-house, not to please the shift less young fellers in the place. Ef they ain't got homes of their own to sit up in, I ain't goin' to furnish one for 'em." Rosamond made no answer. What comment had she to offer? Did not Uncle Phineas remind her a dozen times that day that she was a penniless orphan entirely dependent on him for the bread she ate, the clothes she wore? To be sure, there had been a hundred dollars for her, when the estate of Eliakim Fos ter had been divided, but Uncle Phineas had insisted on her laying that aside for the rainy day. Some said it was sensible thrift; some; called it an offshoot of the miserliness that underlaid his whole nature. But the old man deigned no explanation ; he only sniffed a great sniff when he heard that Rosamond'3 only brother, Jared, had put his share into an invention of kia owu wkick he was trjiag o through the patent office. "Humph!" said he. "Fools and their money are soon parted. To-day, however, he had no sooner fettled the candle question than he broached a new subject. "Give me that there money of your'n, Rosamond," said he. "I've got a good chance to invest it, where it'll double itself in a year or two." Rosamond turned red, then white. She did not speak. "Don't you hear?" croaked the old man, impatiently. "What are you standing there for? Give me the money, I say !" "Uncle Phineas," gasped Rosamond, driven to desperation, "I haven't got itl I I lent it to Jared!" "Lent it to Jared I" thundered the old man. "Flung it into the fire, you mean made ducks and drakes of it. Lent it to Jared!" "lie needed it, "pleaded the girl. "And after all, he's my brother." "And you never asked me?" "I was afraid you would not consent, Uncle Phineas." The old man snarled like an infuriated wolf; his wrinkled skin turned yellow. "Ef you're so very independent," said he, "you can clear outo' this house; my roof shan't shelter ye no longer. Clear out, I say !" Rosamond stood appalled. "But, Uncle Phineas, I've nowhere to go," she faltered. "You'd oughter ha'd thought o' that afore ye was so free with your money,' growled the old man, as he held the door wide open for her to pass out. "But it's dark, Uncle Phineas. And it'3 snowing hard." "What's that to me?" shouted the old tyrant. "Do you mean to start, or must I take you by the shoulders and put you out? Go, I say!" There was something savage in. the light of his eyes that appalled his niece, even when she opeued her lips to re monstrate still further. Without another word she glided out into the twilight tempest. , ", Everybody in Bcckerfield remembcrcdJ that .Tanu ry storm for years afterward. Young people dated back to it, old In habitants compared it with the memor able storm of their youthful days. The snow lay for weeks full six feet deep. XV? lrl f-rnatiiroc l?lr fnvpa wnlirf9 find ) weasels, crept out of the woods, and turning traitor to their instincts, sought food and shelter jicar human dwellings. Roads were impassable for weeks, rail roads blocked up for days. And not un til the spring sun unlocked the icy chain of Piimmits' Creek (one of the deepest and most dangerous streams in the neighborhood), did they discover the scarcely recognizable remains of a human body wedged among the roots of a sub merged tree. Had it not been for the red shawl that Rosamond Foster wore whe:i she left the farm-house, her re mains could hardly have been identified. But they brought her to the old Fos ter home, and Uncle Phineas gave her a decent burial. From that moment, how ever, he never held his head up. "I know they couldn't convict me in a j court of law," said he. "But it's mur der all the same it's murder. And I didn't never know afcre how fond I got to be of Rosamond. There ain't nc hired help I've had senco as over done as she done. Poor Rosamond poor little girl! And it was me killed her!' They sent for the doctor but the doc tor shook his head. "It is not a case of medicine," said he, "Them.inis not sick. He has some thing on his mind." "You don't keep a medicine to make a man forget, do ye, squire?" said Uncle i'hiueas, with aghastly sort of a smile. "If we did, our fortunes would b made," said the doctor. "No, my friend, there is nothing in Pharma copce a to meet your case, worse luck!" So the solitary old man peaked and pined as the days went by, hanging I moodily over the handful of fire, and re fusing to speak to the sympathetic neighbors that came and went. But one day when the chestnut trees were all in blossom, a carriage drove up to the door, through weeds that had grown knee deep. "Company!" said Uncle Phinea3, with a side-glsnce at the window. "Tell 'em to go away; I won't see nobody." -But you will sec me, Uncle Phineas," cried a cheery voice. "You will see Rosamond i" Rosamond was alive and blooming, with cheeks like her name-flower, and blue eyes. Uncle Phinea3 looked at her with a troubled face. "Rosamond was drowned," said he. "How is this? Are there two Ro3a moEdsi"' "Dear Uncle, I am so sorry!" ex. plained the girl. "But I never heard j until yesterday of the girl woo was bur- ! icd ia ir'hamc. I met the poor th;njg - ?' : . shivering on the road; she seemed tc have lost her way, and I directed her as well as I could, and gave her my little red shawl to tie around her neck. I took the train to Scranton, and went to Jared. I didn't know what else to do. And oh, uncle, my hundred dollars has more than quadrupled itself, and Jared's patent steam-saw is a success! He is a rich man, and we can pay you now for all your kindness to us when we were chil dren." "I reckon it won't take much to do that," said Uncle Phineas, with grim sarcasm. " But Rosamond, ye've lifted a thousand-pound weight off my heart to day. You'll come back tome, Rosamond, won't you, dear?" "For a little while, if you want me," the girl said, blushing beautifully. "But I saw George Hand at the depot when I got ol the Scranton train. He was so rejoiced that I was not dead and I don't quite know how it happened, but I have promised to marry him in August." So Uncle Phineas did not keep his niece Rosamond very long after all. But the fact that she was alive and near him was enough to give him a new lease of life. And on her wedding day the old man actually relented so far astogivehei another hundred dollar bid out of the old green chest that he kept back of the cherry-wood bedstead. " George Hand is a smart, forehanded lad," said he. "And Rosamond is a good girl a very good girl." Yankee lilade. The Corinth Canal. Good progress, says Iron, is being mace with the canal across the Isthmus of Corinth, which is being constructed by a French company. The company has received liberal concessions of land from the Greek Government, there being, however, a proviso that tnere never shall be any claim for a subsidy on behalf of the constructors. The canal will measure close upon four miles from sea to sea, with a width of 131 feet, and will be ex cavated to the depth of twenty-six feet ?Lclow the sea levehmostly through solid rock,and the expenditure will be $ (5,000, 000. The depth of water will be the same as in the Suez Canal. The work is being prosecuted by 2300 men, and is expected to take three years from now for completion. The appli ances used at present include fifteen engines, each drawing from sixty to seventy trucks. At the western end of the canal, on the Gulf of Corinth, are situated aT the large depots and offices of the canal company. Here a new town is growing up, called Isthmia. The depth of water a short distance from the shore is thirty fathoms. The work is most irksome and expensive, the canal having to be blasted rather than excavated. The sides of the canal arc of solid granite, and there will consequently be no wash ing away or necessity of dredging. The largest docks will be at the eastern end. The tariff of the canal will be fixed at s low figure, so as to catch all the coasting trade, and it is fully expected that, in spite of the great expense of the work, it will pay well in the end. PetrifacticriS in a German Church. It is a most surprising thing how in different the Germans are about their churcbe, says a gentleman writing from Bremen. Here in a prosperous, rich city, is a cathedral 700 years old, around which most of their history clusters, and one of thi towers lies in ruins, and has so lain for aiaoy years. The bricks and mortar crumble at their feet, and the citizens pass by unheeding and careless, while opposite is a beautiful new "ex change," and fine stores are seen in all directions. As we push open the door of the cathedral a burst of melody pours forth; hundreds of children, led by a splendid organ, are singing some grand old German anthems. Their clear, pure voices awake the echoes high up in the roof and touch the heart, as children'3 voices always do. After the little ones have gone away a peep at the interior is enough bare and cold, and white washed as it is, so we follow the pretty fraulein, who has opened a door in the south aisle and ushered us into the blik eller, where, for some unknown reason, nothing ever decays, but suffers a sort of petrifaction. A Swedish general killed in the "thirty years' war' lies there perfectly preserved, with bis aid ds-camp by his side : a Lady Stanhope of three hundred years ago has her teeth and her figure, and a gentleman killed in a duel centuries ago shows the wounds in arm and neck, and holds up hands with pointed, polished nails to our gaze. Against the wall leans a pussy cat ol unknown age and playfully curled tail, and overhead are birds and game, with their feathers quite intact, and under neath lie heajis of bones and skulh very nightmare of a spot. Gideon Thompson, the oldest man in Bridgeport, Conn., is 83 years of age. The Orchid Fad. There is an orchid establishment in Jersey City, N. J., which is a branch of an establishment at St. Albans, England. Rare and costly orchids of hundreds of different kinds were ten there by a New York Telegram reporterl "What is the price of this one?" he asked, as he pointed to a large, yellow flower with ruffled edges. "That one i3 worth $250." "Why are they so costly? "That variety is quite rare. You will notice that it has an extraordinary dark shade near the centre of the blow. Hero is one that you might think more beauti ful than the other, but it is much more common, and we can sell it for $75. "The prices of orchids range from $1 to $1000 each. Their cost depends on the rarity of the variety, the expense of collecting them in remote parts of the world and the difficulty with which they are imported. "Then, too, they are very slow to multiply from bulbs, and it takes from ten to twenty years to produce flowers from the seed." Why were not orchids introduced sooner?" "Attempts have frequently been made to do so, but they were failures because their culture, which in reality is very simple, was not understood." "What kind of treatment do they require?" "The orchid is an air plant. If planted in earth its roots will immediately strike out for its favorite element, and the plant will not do well until air is reached. They grow finely on pieces of wood or bark, and, in dry atmospheres, it is well to put them in pots containing damp moss;" "Is the orchid trade very large in America!" "Xo; it i3 yet comparatively small. Perhaps the finest . private collections in this country are owned by Mr. Kimball, of Rochester; Mr. Vanderbilt and Jay Gou!d. In England they are rapidly becoming famous, and it is probable that they will in time entirely supersede the rose all over the world, as they are more beautiful, fragrant and lasting. "The finest bouquets ever made were entirely of orchids. They "were from the Queens of England and Saxony. Many men were employed several days in co-1 Iecting the flowers which, for the two bouquets, cost about 3000. They were gathered from all parts of the world." Five-Cent Meals in. Chicago. Five-cent meals have been often dreamed of, but one that could be eaten has never been known, in this country at least. Everybody knows that there is enough good meat wasted in Chicago every year to feed all the people that so often go hungry, but the trouble is to use it. When the Chicago Herald called attention to the high prices prevailing the butchers at once replied that the trouble was everybody wanted porter house steaks, and none would use the other pieces that were perfectly good, but not so easily cooked. But H. M. Kinsley, thft restaurant man, thinks he sees a way in which he can benefit himself and some poor people at the same time. Such beef as he uses in his restaurant costs twenty two cents a pound. An entire carcass costs eight and a half cents a pound all through. Buying by the carcass instead of by the loin he figures that be can save the steaks and roasts for the restaurants, and then, with good cook ing, make the rest of the meat palatable, and thus sell wholesome food to the poor at a nominal cost. His scheme is to es tablish a large kitchen in the poorest district of the city, and he says he can furnish good soup and bread enough for four for twenty cents, and can feed a family of six for half a dollar. Nothing but the best material is to be used, nothing that is left over from other meals, but simply the meat that is not served in the reslaurant. "The scheme is not a charitable one," said Mr. Kinsley, "it wholly and purely a business pro position, but if at the same time I can furnish good, cheap food to poor people, food th it is fit for their children to eat, such as much that they now use is not, I ihink I will be doing a good thing at the same time. Such a place I will have running by winter." Bremen's Roland. 3ut the quaintest thins in Bremen is its statue of liberty, the "Roland." as it is called. It is a colossal figure, eight een feet high, and was erected in the centre of the town in 1412. In one huge hand the giant holds a shield marked with an eagle (that symbol of liberty in all ages), in the other a naked sword. It was the gauntlet thrown down to all the world that Bremen would be free, a free dom so successfully maintained that even now, though a part of the German empire, Uremea is free city and ha3 a free port ' FUN. w-:- The home stretch The clothes line. Prophets of Evil The wages of sin. To make a long story short Cut away all but the wisdom. The young man who is too fresh ge erally finds himself in a pickle sooner oi " later. Oil City Blizzard. It is confidently asserted, that not all the men killed by falling beams are vic tims of sunstroke. Time. -1 Judges are the ones who lay down tho law, and when it is nicely laid down the lawyers jump on it. Epoch , The first assisted Italian immigrant to this country was a person named Christopher Columbus. Puck, j-t-t The sacred cow of India is the "nly representative of the bovine tribe which can be classed as a beast of pray. Pitts hurg Chronisle. -"iSr? V The artist who put up gilt signs may not be much of a correspondent, but he turns out some brilliant letters. Her cliant Traveler. Ships are about the only thing we know of that can travel mile after mile on tacks and show no signs of pain. Dansville Breeze. "How fond Charley Roberts is of his father! He fairly worships him." "Yes; he takes after his father in that respect." Harper's Btzar. .. Blinks "Struck it, by Jove! Trav- eled in elevators for ten years. Never truck one before waiting at the floor 1 wanted to leave. Ninth floor, please." Elevator Boy "Elevator's stuck. Ain't runnin to-day." The Cartoon. Guest (indignantly) "Waiter, there are feathers in this soup '." Waiter (in specting it) "Why, so there are. I thought I was giving you bean soup. It's chicken broth, sir; costs ten cents more." (Changes figures on the check.) Chicago Tribuni. Wife "Shall we go to th2 picnic to day, dean" Husband 44 Just as you say, love." Wife "Well, if we go, we must take the baby." Husband "Oh, by the way, there's all that cordwood to cut and split. I guess I'll stay at home.1,v Burlington. Free Pras. He "Getting married seems to be very dangerous now. No fewer than seven brides have been instantly killed on their wedding day th:s year. Sh (ingeniously) "But no true woman will shirk her duty, Tom, through craven fear of death." Neu) York Nut. He was te:ling the boys that he had never been troubled with corns, and hs was an object of envy and admiration but this did not last long, for as he moved away the peculiar joint motion of his knees betrayed the fact that he woro patent .wooden leg. Acorns do not grow on basswood. Atlanta Cjnsttitu Hon. 'Til take your caramels and gum drops, Mr. Peduncle," said Willie, can didly, as he pocketed the confectionery given to him by tha young man, "but I'll tell you right now that Irene isn't at home and isn't going to be, either, un less Mr. Hankinson conies. She told the girl so herself five minutes ago. I heard her.' Chicago Tr'diune. Girl Braidmakers. Ladies whose gowns are ornamented with thoe intricate braids once so fashionable and still largely worn hardly suspect whence the rich handiwork comes. Some hundreds of Brooklyn girls, either in factories or at their parents' homes or in hr.mblc lodgings of their own, make the braids by band. They receive patterns and materials from the business house which sella the braid to the retailers, and are paid when tho article is turned in. "The business isn't very proStable," said a ruddy, blue-eyed English girl, as - she bent over her work. "We are paid from twelve to twenty cents a yard, in accoidaace with the diiiculty of tho pattern. If one works all day and is clever with the needle, one may make $10 a week, but that i rare. One is lucky to make $7 a week the year round, and many girl do not average above 5 a week. Summer is the best season. I suppose the braid for winter dresses is made then. We do not work directly for the shops, but for middlemen. Tbo designs, you see, are on paper. When the braid is finished it is torn from the piper, rolled up in a bundle or wound on a board and ta'ea to the employer. rt "Is no braid made by machinery?" "Yes; but it is not so pretty or dura ble as the hand-made braid." New Yrk TeUgram. - Next year a cedar block pavement oa a concrete foundation, announces the Atlanta Cciu'itutivn, will be tried in Chicago, as a substitute for the granite blocks. The objection to a granite street pavement is that it mates too ouch noLse. . - ;
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