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The army of the United States in 18S9
consisted of 2188 officers and 24,549 en
listed men.
It is the London Echo's prediction
that before the close of the present
century that city will have 5,000,000
inhabitants.
A Berlin statistician reports that the
number of suicides in the various coun
ties of Europe, including England, was
seventy-five per cent, greater between
1880 and 1890 than during the preced
ing decade.
Says the Washington Star: The great
est doer3 of things in modern times
Oliver Cromwell, Frederick the Great,
Napoleon Bonaparte, Otto Bismarck and,
after a long interval, Henry M. Stanley
have been men of colossal egotism.
The egotist puts no brakes on his own
genius, whatever he may put on other
people.
Oyster lovers will hear with alarm, '
opines the Mail and Express, that the
oyster beds along the shore of Maryland
have been so depleted that there is dan
ger of their entire exhaustion soon. Com
petent authorities state that unless strin
gent protective measures are adopted
sneedily the succulent bivalve will be
come extinct along the Maryland
coast.
Light is let in on the financial condi
tion of Cuba, notes the San Francisco
Chronicle, by the refusal of the public
executioner to give the finishing touch to
any more criminals until his back salary
of $170 be paid. This ought not to
trouble the Cubans as long as they have
a file of soldiers who can hit a mark. In
fact, it would probably be cheaper to
abolish the office and allow the military
to do the judicial killing.
Miss Irene Hoyt, the heiress of a New
York millionaire, has taken up a curious
fad. She is a collector a collector of
corner lots. She has picked up a number
of fine pieces of property in New York,
and has made many such investments in
other cities. Wherever a corner lot seems
worth adding to her interesting col- i
lection she always becomes its purchaser,
no matter what the price. Her highest
delight is found in such acquisitions.
Miss Hoy t i3 perhaps the first collector,
assumes the Chicago Post, who has made
corner lots a specialty, but there i3 no
reason why her inexpensive and amusing
fad should not be as popular as the pur
suit of old coins, autographs and postage
6tamps.
An unique gathering has been held in
Louisville, Ky., of the famous Withers
family of Meade County, all the mem
bers of which are over six feet six inches
in height, and whose average weights are
191 pounds. There are six brothers, all
of whom, but one, are well-to-do farm
ers in Meade County. The object of the
reunion was to welcome W. W. Withers,
a brother, who has been absent ia Texas
for the past ten years. They were pres
ont when the train came in, and the six,
when standing together, attracted a
large crowd, which viewed them as a
importation of Kentucky giants. One ol
the characteristics of this family is their
great affection lor each other. They are
proud of their unusual statures, but never
boast of their strength. Their mother,
Mrs. Mary Withers, is still living, and ia
eighty-nine years of age.
The question of the consumption of
timber by the railroads has been for
some time under investigation by the
Forestry division of the United States
Department of Agriculture. Circulars
have been sent out to all the important
railways for information on points con
nected with the subject, and from the
replies to these it is found that the round
total of timber ties in use on railroad in
the United States is nearly 516,000,000,
and 80,000,000 are annually required for
renewals. Including the bridge and
trestle work the annual consumption of
timber on railways is computed at 500,
000,000 cubic feet, requiring the cutting
of the best timber from over 1,000,000
acres of forest land per annum. To
meet this demand, under our present
wasteful management of timber land, the
area to be preserved for this purpose
would probably exceed 50,000,000, or
more than ten per cent, of our present
forest area. As railway managers prefer
"hewn" ties, and "one to be cut from
small trees," the timber consumed by
railroads, or twenty per cent, of the
total consumption, is taken from the
young growth. Then, sixty per tent, of
all ties are oak, the most valuable of all
our timber.
HIS OLD YELLOW ALMANAC.
left the farm when mother died, and
changed my place of dwellin'
To daughter Susie's stylish house, right in
the city street,
And there was them, before I came, that
sort of scared me, tellin'
How I would find the town folks ways so
difficult to meet.
They said I'd have no comfort in the rust
Jin', Cxed-up throng,
And I'd hare to wear stiff collars every
week-day right along.
I find I take to city ways just like a duck to
water,
I like the racket and the noise, and never
tire of shows;
And there's no end of comfort in the man
sion of my daughter,
And everything is right at hand, and
money freely nowa,
And hired help is all about, just listenin' for
my call,
But I miss the yellow almanac off my old
kitchen wall.
The house is full of calendars, from attic to
the cellar,
They're painted in all colors, and are fancy-like
to see;
But just in this particular I'm not a modern
feller,
And the yellow-covered almanac is good
enough for me;
I'm used to it, I've seen it round from boy
hood to old age,
And I rather like the jokin' at the bottom of
each page.
I like the M ay the "3" stood out to show the
week's beginnin'
(In these new-fangled calendars the days
seemed sort of mixed),
And the man upon the covar, though he
wa'n't exactly winnin',
With lungs and liver all exposed, still
showed how we are fixed;
And the letters and credentials that were
writ to Mr. Ayer
I've often, on a rainy day, found readin'
very fair.
I tried to find one recently; there wa'n't one
in the city.
They toted out great calendars m every
sort of style;
I looked at 'em in cold disdain, and answered
'em in pity,
"Td rather have my almanac than all that
costly pile,"
And, though I take to city life, I'm lonesome,
after all,
For that old yellow almanac upon my
kitchen wall.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in the Century.
Recta's Night Harangue.
BY JOHN J. A'BECKET.
There were a thousand things that
troubled Mr. Burnham's mind. Not all
at once, of course, because if troubles do
never come singly, they don't invade a
mortal like a plague of locusts hundreds
at a time. But there were always a few
little worriments which settled on poor
Mr. Burnham like three or four bees in
the calyx of one flower, sucking the
sweetness out of it. But the flower
which yields up its sweetness to the in
vading bee has this advantage, that it
can keep up a brave front and distill as
exquisite a perfume even if the winged
marauders filch every vestige of sweetness
from it.
And the worst of it was that, as a rule,
Mr. Burnham created, or, at least, enter
tained most of his worriments. If he
went into a restaurant for his lunch, he
could not tell what it was he wanted on
the menu, and instead of falling back on
roast-beef, which is a safe escape in this
complication, he would balance shad roe
and Kennebec salmon and spring lamb,
until he was vexed at himself and almost
lost his appetite.
But the poor man had one somewhat
justifiable source of mental trouble. It
was a sweet little girl, six years old.
She a worry? Yes; she was. And this
was only bscause she was the dearest lit
tle thing in the world. She was perfect
ly healthy, so she was exuberantly active.
Mr. Burnham was afraid she would break
her leg or get run over. She wa3 as
pretty as an orchid. Mr. Burnham used
to sigh at the prospect of her marrying
some handsome, worthless fellow when
she was eeventeen. The absurdity of
borrowing trouble a dozen years away, if
it came at all, was no help to the good
man. He was always dealing in futures
of that kind.
The chief thing that troubled him wa3
Nina's education. Through a dreadful
dispensation of fate Nica's mother died
when the little fairy was only five ; so the
task of educating the child devolved
upon Mr. Burnham entirely. And he
had very strict, conscientious views about
education. He felt that the formation
of Nina's character depended on him,
and he was so dreadfully afraid that he
mightn't model it aright.
His business kept him away a good
deal; and though he had obtained the
best governess he could find for his little
girl, he felt that parental care was an
all-important factor. He was always
thinking what he could do to improve
Miss Nina's mind and disposition. ,
The .result of this constant straining
after the best educational methods led
him one day to conceive what he re
garded as a happy idea, and an original
one, too. Much of the happiness of the
thought for Mr. Burnham lay in this
fact,. that he felt it was a bright spark
thrown ofi by his own mind, and which
hadn't occurred to anybody before.
ne was hurrying along Broadway one
day when he saw a sign tellicg of talk
ing dolls. Dolls had always seemed to
Mr. Burnham to have their value in a
child's education, because they fostered
the sense of responsibility in the little
one.
But here wa3 a "doll that could do
more than that. "I have to be away so
much from Nina," he said to himself, as
he stopped and read the sign. 'Now what
an advantage it would be if she could
have something that would say nice
things to her when I am not by!"
His ideas were somewhat vague on the
subject of talking dolls. He was really
arguing as if he could go into the shop
and select some conversational Madame
de Stael of a doll, who would discourse
etchics like a traveling missionary.
He went in. A young man with a
prominent nose and a retreating chin
advancing briskly and asked what he
wanted. Mr. Burnham said he would
like to see some of the talking dolls that
he might interview them.
The beautiful puppet3 were lying on
their back' "n a show-case, laid out as if
this were an undertakers establishment
for doIL?. The clerk extracted one ex
q'lisitey pretty doll with fluffy golden
hair, round staring eyes, and a co mplex
ion thftt put a rose leaf to shame. It
was dressed in a beautiful lace frock
with pale blue ribbons strung through it.
The cerk seized it, wound up some
apparatus in its back and then held it
perpendicularly. At the same time Mr.
Burnham heard a strident voice, like a
lusty dwarf's, say with almost painful
precision :
" Jack and Jill went up the hill
To draw a pail of water
J" ck fell - down and broke his
t crown- -
And Jill came tumbling- after."
This was what this golden-haired doll
had to say. Somehow this brief history
of Jask and Jill seemed to lack a moral,
because the contemporaneity, so to
speak, of their adversity, did not really
have a lesson in it.
He turned to some of the others. Each
doll had a square printed label Betting
forth the extent of her loquacity. But
the talking dolls really seemed to have a
Btranje liking for Mother Goose
melodies. One frivolous thing said:
"Now I lay me down to sleep," etc., but
the accents of her speech did not seem
reverential enough to Mr. Burnham.
There was actually no more tenderness
in her tones than if she were reciting the
multiplication table.
Then Mr. Burnham's mind went
through another convolution, and the
result of it was that he determined to go
to the man that made the dolls, and have
some little sentiments of his own,
directed to Nina's improvement, injected
into the doll's powers of speech.
The result was that one day he came
home with a very beautiful doll. He
wound it up, and then gravely placed it
on his knee, while Nina looked hungrily
at it in an ecstasy of delight over its lace
gown and fluffy hair.
Suddenly her blue eyes dilated and her
little mouth expanded as if it were a
blossom about to bloom. She heard in
her papa's voice these words: "Now I
wouldn't do that ! Do you think it nice ?
How do persons who act that way turn
out? Be good, and you'll be happy, and
papa will be proud of his little girl."
Nina shrank away from the uncanny
thing. Its glitering eyes and tight little
pink lips were perfectly motionless, and
yet it was talking in her papa's voice. She
had glanced quickly up at his mouth
when she heard the first words, but it was
as set as the dolly's and had almost ai
sweet a smile on it.
She was just about to cry when Mr.
Burnham carefully explained to her that
it was only a little bit of machinery ia
the doll's breast that talked that way.
Gradually, the child got to like it and
would wind up th machinery and hear
the doll say with dignified precision and
great unction: "Now I wouldn't do thatl
Do you think it is nice!" and the rest of
it.
She set it off several times during the
day, and Mr. Burnham felt that he had
hit on a very ingenious scheme for watch
ing over his little girl when he was away.
Of course he had to take chances that,
as a rule, the doll would dissuade Nina,
from doing something that was not right ;
but he felt that there was a corrective
sound in the words, and that there was
no danger of her being prevented from
doing what a little girl ought to by the
doll's speech. But if she were doing any
thing he would not wish her to, the sound
of her papa's voice coming from the talk
ing doll would have peculiar force, in its
combination with the small voice of her
conscience. He told Nina that the doll's
name was Recta. Mr. Burnham knew
Latin, and Reeta means "Right" in that
language.
That night Nina had become such
friends with Recta that she wished to
take her into her little bed with her, and
her papa, after cautioning her against
kissing it for fear the paint would come
off on her mouth, allowed her to do so.
So Recta wa? laid with her fluffy
head of hair on the same pillow where
Nina's rested, and they went to sleep
together.
It was about one o'clock, when the
house was all in slumber and quite dark,
that two bold, bad men came in at the
rear door. They had not been invited,
and they would not have been welcome
had they been seen, for they moved in
quite different circles of society from Mr.
Burnham and his little girl.
Knowing they were not looked for, the
two young gentlemen let themselves in
and made as little noise as possible so as I
not to disturb anybody. They even had
some consideration for the policeman,
who might be taking a little nap in some
area way, and tried not to disturb him
either.
They were burglars, and they pro
posed to collect Mr. Burnham's plate and
any little things that might look pretty
in their own apartments over on the East
side.
They got several pieces of silver which
they put in a bag so as to carry them
conveniently, and then they stole up
stairs, leaving the bag at the foot of
them till they should come down.
Nina's room was next to her papa's,
and both led off from a very pretty sit
ting room.
The men got into the sitting room and
were groping their way about. One df
them had just taken a silver candelabrum
from the mantel-piece, and said in a hiss
ing whisper to the other:
"Bill, you bag 'tother one and let's
get. We've got enough, and this is too
risky."
Just as Bill was reaching out a grimj
hand to take the other candelabrum they
heard on the still air these words of dig
nified expostulation, with a slightly stri
dent quabty in the tones which seemed to
give a sarcastic finish to them :
"Now I wouldn't do that! Do you
think it is nice? How do persons who
act that way turn out? Be"
They only heard this much. They
were so paralyzed that they had to hear
as much as this ; but as soon as they re
covered they dropped the candelabra,
scuttled down the stairs liko two black
cats, and were out on the street in a jiffy.
Consequently they did not hear Recta1
say: "Be good and you will be happy,)
and papa will be proud of his little girl."
They ran right out into the policeman's!
arms ! He was coming up the street with
that easy, rolling gait which an officer'
has when ho is simply walking on his
beat. He rattled on the curb-stone with
his club and clutched the first of the two
men. The other ran like a deer down the
street; but they got him, too, afterward.'
Mr. Burnham heard the noise the men
made, and also heard Nina scream
"Papa," in a frightened way. He rushed
into the little girl's room and found her
cowering under the coverlid, with Recta
clasped tightly to her for protection. He
called "Thomas!" as loudly as he could,
and in a few moments Thomas came
down and lit the gas, and found the bag
of plate at the foot of the stairs. Then
they knew that the house had been "bur
gled," and later the policeman told them
he had caught the burglar.
Nina had awakened in the night, and,
hearing a footlall in the next room,
wound up Recta to give her papa a little
surprise. The speech was a perfect suc
cess as a surprise, and 3Ir. Burnham felt
prouder than ever of his idea.
When the burglan learned how they
had been caught, "Bill" turned to the
other and said, disgustedly :
"It's a pretty hard go for a cove to be
dropped on by a doll-baby!"
Bat they were not used to doll-babies
that talked at night. That is their excuse
for being so flurried over Recta's night
harangue. Mr. Burnham felt that the
talking doll had more than paid for itself.
New York Independent.
Best Paid Hen in America.
A gray haired man of possibly fifty-'
eight or sixty years, of medium height,
rather rotund in build, and possessor of
a pair of beady black eyes, took a pen in
his chubby 4iat:d and indicted, "A.Bon-'
zano, Phoonix, Pcnn.," on the register of
the Gibson Hotel, CiL;innati, a few
days ago, says the Times-Stir. He
seemed to be simply and solely a well to
do business man who had come to the
city to transact business, and by his ner
vously quick manner a casual observer
might think that he would do his busi
ness briskly and shake thf mud of Cin
cinnati from his feet as soon as possible.
Now,, who was he, this man Bonzano? ;
The richest salaried man in America,
outside possibly the President of this
great and growing nation.
He is merely an ''employe" of the
Phoenix Iron Company, of Phamix, Penn. ,
and a civil engineer. Here in the West
we know not Bonzano, as he is in the
East, but nevertheless the men with cap
ital out here, who are backing up gTeat
bridge projects with theirspondulix, are
gradually coming to realize the almost
absolute necessity of having Alphonso
Bonzano look firt into the project and
then give his very valuable professional
opinion concerning the feasibility of said
project. Now as to his salary. An un
blushing reporter put it straight to the
old engineer last night:
"My salary, my son," replied M. Bon
zano.with a very strong Teutonic accent,
"is simply enormous. Does that satisfy
you?"
That is all the old man has ever been
heard to say on that apparently delicate
subject, but there are at least two men in
this city who should know what the sal
ary of this wonderful old man is an
nually. The reporter met them and re
quested accurate information on the sub
ject. The answer was simply stupen
dous. They replied in almost the samo
voice:
"About $50,000 a year."
The answer may sound more like an
exaggeration, to draw it mildly, than a
solid fact, but almost any civil engineer
of your acquaintance, precious reader,
will verify this incontrovertible fact.
They say, that in those who know him,
say of Bonzano :
"He is a man who loves his home and
family, trusts his God, lrelp3 the needy
in distress, and doe3 his work more ac
curately and quickly than any other man
of his kind in America."
British rule in India has resulted in
some good. It has abolished the custom
of burning widows alive on the funeral
pyres of their husbands except in a few
places not often visited by the authori
ties. It has also put a stop to the cus
tom of offering up female infants to the
spirits of the waters. The Ganges no
longer bear3 their bodies to the ocean.
The introduction of railways has done
much toward abolishing caste distinc
tion. The members of the different
castes are now obliged to touch each
other in railway ticket offices and they
often occupy the same compartments
in railway carriage?. They are often
obliged to drink from the same cup or
go without water, which is very hard to
do in a country where the climate pro
vokes thirst. It has not, however,
accomplished much in changing the
religious ideas of the people. Chris
tianity has made but little progress in
India since it has been under British
rule.
Montreal, Canada, has an estimated
population of 200.000.
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