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An Entr'acte j By FANNIE I. E A SLIP LEO Copyright. I'fp, by Fannie Heasily Leo :* ? H With a final squeal from the first 'rto'iln, that apparently tuneil hard, the ?twchestra broke into a rippling over itnre and the asbestus curtain rose up tao the painted one beneath. An usher slammed down the seat beside Elizabeth and laid a programme on It; then he handed the wat clieek to Its owner and slid away. When you have broken your en gagement with n men the night be fore, after a stormy discussion. It is not the happiest surprise In the world to find him seated beside you at the roatlm-e. where you have gone to kill time and forget yourself. Elizabeth bowed stiffly. The man responded with e<|ual Yrlgldity. She read her programme with ab sorbing Interest. It was continuous ?vaudeville. "1 Jj;ul n i idea," said the man at last, "that you would he here or I"? ",Mj movements need not interfere with yours, ,\lr. Gayden," said Kll/.a 'beth Icily. She grew stll) more absorbed In her programme. A dear old lady, with water waves and gold rimmed glasses, sat down with a thud In the seat on Elizabeth's eft and turmsl u delighted smile on the girl. "Well, I declare," she cried, "If It alu't Hessle Mclntyre! Law me?the very last person on earth I was think In' of seeiu". How are you, dear? And how's your mother? My son brought me up to town yesterday for a little visit. He got seats for the show here today, and he's eomln' for <ne si sin's his office hours are over. Ain't that Nick Cay den beside you? Howdy. Nick? You haven't changed a inlt since you left Girton. I'm real glad to see you." She stretched a black gloved hand across Elizabeth, and Nli'k was forced to shake It smilingly. "Well well well," said the old Haily, "to think of my uieetln' yon all fur . And we were just talkln' about you both lust night. See her blush," she chuckled to Nick, as the quick crimson spread over Elizabeth's face. "I hear you're to he married. Yes, Indeed we hear things In country, too, anil, of course, since you all's families used to live in Girton, everybody's in terested in you. Well, well! I wish yon all the happiness In the world, my ?dear nnd you'll need it. Marriage is a mighty risky thing. And the weddln" li to be in the spring, I hear. That's good. June and brides and roses sorter ?belong together." Slie stopped for (breath. "v\ e art- not ? began Elizabeth. She Ibtt tier lips and liegan again. "We ftiave"? "We have decided nothing definite ly," Niek Interrupted easily. "That right," the old ludy ugreed; "?bold on to your sweetliearOu' us long as you can. It's mighty nice play In', and It only comes once In a lifetime." Elizabeth smiled in spite of herself. "Some girls are engaged three or four times, Mrs. Barton," she suggested. "Oh, jus' fly up-the-creeks," said Mrs. Barton comfortably, "not nice, sincere, honest girls like you that know the right man and stick to him when they find him. I said the minute I heard of your engagement: Now, there's a prop er match. Both of 'cm young, both of ?em handsome, well off. good tempered, ?ensible and steady. Show me a bet ter, Josiah," says I." "T ought to tell you, Mrs. Burton." ?aid Elizabeth, with a rush. "You're mistaken. I'm not"? Tie curtain went up noisily. "Shucks, honey," Mrs. Barton whispered, "you're too modest--now don't talk to me. I haven't seen a show In three years." Elizabeth turned to Nick with a furl ons whisper. "This can't go on." "What are you goiug to do?" he ask "d stiffly. "Tell her"- / "'1 won't." "'It's perfectly absurd." V?'Jc shrugged his shoulders. "P-s-s h!" Mrs. Barton cried In a Joou ; var whisper. "You'll have time euough in talk t? each other all your lives. ' Keep quiet now." , After an unhappy half hour the whits i curtain Of the vitograph rolled down, and Mrs. Barton turned to tho *glrl i again. "I can't look at those things," she i smld; 'hurts my eyes. Now tell me some more about yourselves?tnukes ipo ] feel right old to think of your two chll dnb goln' tp get married. Law met l 1 remember the time you wan't no high cr than my kn"o. You were the worst youngster In tho coimty, Nlclc, and Bessie wan't far behind you. And, law, h iv you used to hate each othert M , )'s the time I've seen her pull that ^ow liair of yours." "It Isn't"? began Elizabeth Impetu ously. "Oh, yes," Mrs uanon laugneu, -it always wus tow. and it ntlll la." I Nlrk twinned cheerfully. I "And then you'd take her by her little I ektnny wrlata and hold her off," went I on the old lady, "till alio was Jua" like a < rajrln' little eat cluwln' and furrlnV "She a atin that way sometime*," aald < Nick, smilingly. I Elizabeth gaapod furiously. "Nick GaydenP aha crlad. -1 jiw me," an Id Mra. Karton, '1 knew I It, honey, without hki toljin' mel Whnt'g s I bred In the bone? Hut you all always I I made It up then, and you always will, i know that too." "I hop* so," Kick assured her ear nest ]y Elizabeth looked struigbt In front of her. "You were pointedly made for each other Where you goln' on your honey moon V "We had thought of California," said Nick quietly, while the girl beside bim winced. ' "That's right," Mrs. Barton agreed I "See your own country first and heath , en lands afterward. And who're your' bridesmaids to be, Bessie?" Elizabeth hesitated miserably. Mrs. Bartou's words were like suit In a new cut. They hud discussed their plans so happily, and now that It was all over, she could not forget It. She waited, like a coward, for Nick, but he sat quite 1 silent. "Your sister, of course?" said Mrs. Barton. "Oh, it's hII" Elisabeth Ktopi?Hl. "All undivided," the old lady suggest ed. "I s'poae so. But June Is only three months off now. Coin' to housckeepin' afterward or goln' to hoard?" "Housekeeping," said Nick curtly. "The curtain Is going up again," j Nick added hastily. Elizabeth sat In comparative peace through the rest of the programme. Then the last performer came to the front of the stage a boyish looking man In the conventional evening dress of the vaudeville songster. The or j chestra preluded softly for a moment, j and over the darkened theater the man's voice rang out Infinitely rich und deep: "Oh, 'twas sweet of old, when our love wo told"? "Asthore," whispered Mrs. Barton de lightedly. The beautiful voice sobbed nnd sank and rose ugain with the plain tive cry of the song and the last wail ing chord: "1 am waiting for thee, asthore," died away Into n perfect silence. There was a thunder of applause. "You used to sing that," Mrs. Bar ton whispered to Nick, "the year after you finished college. I guess Bessie remembers It. You sung it at my house one nlglit?don't you know, Bes sie?" "1?1?yes, I think I do," said a wretched nnd uncertain Elizabeth. The man on the stage sang the last bars of the song again. "Elizabeth," said Nick, very low. Elizabeth turned, startled at the sudden call, and the eyes she lifted were heavy with tears. "Asthore," said Nick, lower still. Then he helped her into her coat and wrung her hand beneath Its shel tering folds. Mrs. Barton bestowed a parting benediction on them. "I'm real glad I've seen you," she said, beaming. "Give my love to your mother, Bessie, and don't forget to send me my Invitation to the wed dln'." "It shall be the first one sent out, dear Mrs. Barton," said Elizabeth hap pily- \ Hue-Ioii nnri (lir "Arabian Malitn." Sir Richard Burton' made $50,000 out of bis translation of the "Arabian Nights." When after about tifteen years' labor he completed this valuable book he submitted It to a number of publishers, and no one would offer blni more than $2,500 for it. He was about to accept these terms when his wife said: "Let me publish this work for you, Itlehard. To print and bind and put on the market a set of books surely can not be a superhuman undertaking. Let lue try it. The publishers don't offer you a fair price. Let us, then, balk them, and if any profit is to be made from all your labor let us and not the publishers enjoy It." Sir Ulchard consented. His wife set to work. She got estimates from paper dealers, from printers, from binders. She found that to publish her husband's translation sumptuously would require $.'10,0(10. At first she was appalled. But she managed somehow to get suffl clent capital together, and ultimately the "Arabian Nights" came out. The Burtons uiude $50,000. The Sea Trait, The games! of salt wuter fish after the striped buss Is the weakflsh, or sea trout. The sport of angling for them is generally enhanced because, feeding, as they generally do, near the surface, it Is possible to fish for them with light tac kle. While they have been caught weighing upward of twenty pounds, a six or ten pounder is a good size, and the average will only run from one to two and a half. There is never any doubt when a weakflsh bites. He does not nibble around the book, but takes the bait at one fair swoop and then starts off with It like a limited ex press with time to make up. He is a shy fish. and the man who uses a small line, light leaders and shells to his hook aid keeps quiet while fishing Is the one who is apt to have the best luck. Speed of Mslitnlnv. Modern Ingenuity has (lone u great leal In photography and by the aid of wonderfully rapid shutters lias Riven from time to time very Rood photo graphs of n llRhtnliiR flush. but the man Is not yet Isim who can make u shutter fast enotiRh to catch the real, full thiiiR. Seen at niRht, a flash of llghtnluR appears little more powerful us an lllumiiinnt than moonlight. As a matter of fact the duration of one of these flushes Is so brief that a million of them In succession eott'd he crowded Into the space of a single second. If one flash could lust hut a tenth of a second It would Rive near objects an Illumination lno.bOO times more bril liant than that of moonlight. The most rapidly rotating lax'lrs known lo sci ence appear absolutely atatlonary when lit up by It. I ((I) Gems In Terse <fb On ths Plain#. The sun sinks low. The gulden glow Falls slanting oVr the tawny plain; A gentle breeze From faroff s?*as Blows gently o'er the wagon train; A mellow beauty sot y reigns? 'Tia sunset on t*ie western plains. The twinkling stars .Through the azure bars Look down upon the darkened plain; The coyote's cry And night wind's sigh Are blended in a l??ng refrain; A mystic, wild enchantment reigns? 'Tls sunset on the western plains Long rays of light Dispel the night As slanting sunbeams span the plain; Wild flowers fair Ferfume the air. While westward wends the wagon train The god of day In glory reigns? 'Tls sunrise on the western plains. ?Louis P. Callahan In Pittsburg Dis- i pii tch. The Hulk on the Shore. Broken, dismantled and stark. Hotting and waiting the end. I urn moored In a harbor where death and the dark In limitless shadows blend. M> ke. l is burled in sand. My timbers creak in the wind; How I long for the weight of the master's : hand ? On the wheel, as we sailed to the Indl Oh. to point by the Southern Cross. Or to follow the northern star, To fly a race with the all atross To the lands that lie afar! Oh. to ride from crest to ( rest. In the teeth of a in rry gale, When the lightning's flash shows the sea's unrest, And the checks of men turn pale! The sound of the snapping mast. The shrieks of the frightened crew. Unheeded by me as I challenge the blast And plow the mad waves through! And at last in the harbor's calm, # At rest on the mirroring tide, I'd breathe perfume in the soft air's balm And the master's will abide. This was the life I once lived. And a tin i::sar??l deaths I have died While fretting here like a soul unshrived At the gre at wic water's side. 'Twere better I had gone A hundred fathoms deep To the grave for which good ships are born? A cool, sweet shroud and sleep. ?J. W. Leathers in Boston Transcript. "In a Hard Row For Stumps." You ask for manliness, martial deeds? Go back to Ohio's natal morn, Go back to Kentucky's fields of corn; Just weeds and stumps and stumps and weeds. Just red men blazing from stump and tree, Where buckskinned prophets midst strife and stress Came crying, came dying, in the wilder ness. That hard, first, cruel half century! What psalms they sang! What prayers they said! Cabin or camp, as the wheels rolled west; Silently leaving their bravest, best Paving a nation's path with their dead! What unnamed battles, what thumps and bumps! What saber slashes with the broad. bright hoe! What weeds in phalanx! What stumps in row! What rank vines fortressed in rows of stumps! And the saying grew, as sayings will grow From hard endeavor and bangs and bumps: "He got in a mighty hard rovf for stumps, , But he tried and died trying to hoe his row." Oh, brighter and better that ten pound hoe Than brightest broad saber of Water loo! Nor ever fell soldier more truly true Than he who died trying to hoe his. row. The weeds are gone and the stumps arc gone. The huge hoptoad and the copperhead. And a million bent sabers flash triumph histead From stately, clean corn In the diamond sown dawn. But the heroes have vanished, save here and there. Far out and afield like some storm riven tree. Leans a last survivor of Thermopylae. Leafless and desolate, lone and bare. ?Joaquin Miller in Harper's. A Meadow Darling. One day I met a little maid who roamed the meadows over. A slender, winsome little thin*?, oh. so very fair to see! I lost my heart completely when she leaned to kiss the clover As she wandered through the meadow with the butterfly and bee. When apple treee were blooming, through the orchard she was going. I hqve seen her at the pasture bars and coining up the lane Or along the dusty highway, where the pink wild rose was growing. And I've met her on the hillside. smil ing brightly through the rain Tbey say her name Is Marguerite, this darling of the meadow. With her snowy, pointed ruffle and her yellow shining hair When June put* ?? r robe so green of shifting shine > t. i sha ow Aud the robin" wake the countryside, you'll find *. ? d: !s fair. ?Jean Flower in N Oiioiand Magazine. Dedication. With favoring winds o'er sunlit seas We sailed for the Ilesperldes. The land win re the golden apples grow But that, ail, that long ago. How far since then the ocean streams H4w> swept vis from that land of dreams. That land of Action and of truth. The lost Atlantis of our youth! Whither, nh. whither" Are not these The tempest haunted Hebrides. Where sea gulls scream and breakers roar. And wreck and seaweed, line the shore? Ultima Thule! Utmost Isle' Here In thy harbors for . while We lower our sails, awhile we rest From the unending, endless quest. Longfellow. Competition. The race is won! As victor 1 am hailed With deafening cheers from eager throats, and yet Gladder the victory could I forget Tha strained, white faces of the men who failed. -Julia Shayer In Ceptury. t EDIBLE BIRDS^ NESTS. The W?> They Are Umbered by Ihl Uyaka In Borneo. Edible birds nests are found In the clefts of rocks or in underground caves which ure frequently of great extent. John MacGregor in writing of a bird nesting experience be had in Borneo j says: "Off we went with about a dozen Dyaks, us the little bronze aborigines of this part of Borneo are called, for ; guides. The entrance to the cave was so small and so elevated that I had some little difficulty in reaching It. i After we had traveled for some dis tance we came across the Inevitable | stream. The ground, which was to a. great extent comjiosed of the bed of the stream, was rough and irregular, j We were lighted on our way by torches carried by our Dyak guides. At last ( we came to a passage that seemed a veritable eye of a needle, so hard it, was to enter, for it looked so narrow and confined that I despaired of ever getting through It. When I fairly got. squeezed into the breach I could force I myself neither upward nor downward ?for that was the direction of the pas sage- and there I was, suspended like Mohammed's coffin or a trussed fowl. By dint of wriggllug, however, I at last found myself on the top of the passage, minus a certain amount of skin and some buttons from my tight fitting khaki coat. "Still on we jogged for the best part of a mile, when, lo and behold, the caves In which the birds were breeding and which were to be the limits of our underground wandering^! A faint glim mer of light could be seen through a lift in the rocks far above us, and it was through this small rift, which was a sealed passage even to the Dyaks themselves, that the birds passed In their journeys to and from their nest ing grounds. Our arrival, of course, disturbed whatever birds were there, and they disappeared as best they could. And there, for a time, we watch ed the Dyaks going through their gym nastics of robbing the birds' nests, with their ropes and long poles creep ing along the high ridges and ledges In the lurid light of the torches like un earthly specters. "These peculiar nests are built by a species of swallow. The nests consist of shallow, cup shaped cavities, trun cated at one side, where they are at tached to the roeks like brackets to a wall, and forming something like a two-thirds segment of a circle. It is not always easy to get at them, as they are sometimes glued to the per pendicular sliles of the solid rocks high overhead, so that the nest hunters have to scale these crags with ropes and poles to get at them. In substance they consist of nn elastic, semltrans parent, mucilaginous material, which is said to be a secretion, or macerated food, from the crops of the birds them selves. "As robbing these uests for coinme" cial purposes forms a part of the Dy aks* means of livelihood, the birds have frequently to build twice or even three times during the season before they are able to hatch their offspring, and it is noted that each successive crop of nests deteriorates in both con struction and composition. The nests built at the beginning of the season are bright and transparent and are consequently known on the market f < 'white nests,' but when they are rob bed the next crop is not nearly so pure in substance." Tn (he Sickroom. In a sickroom open the door prompt ly without rattling the handle. Walk in quietly, but do not take os tentatious care to glide in absolute si lence. Don't pause and murmur in quiries to the nurse, but go straight to the bed and speak In a clearly audible, everyday tone to the patient. Choose topics of interest that will en tertain wtthout being exciting, leaving a few new ideas with your invalid as food for pleasant reflection after your leave taking, and making only a pass ing reference to the present malady. Look as fresh und pretty as the pow er in you lies, and thereby act as an unconscious tonic to your friend. Avoid any article of dress that jingles or rustles. Having risen to say goodby, go in stantly without lingering over last words or pouring forth exaggerated condolences and hopes. TTi?- House of Lords, The house of lords was composed chiefly of clerics untfl the time of Ed ward III. Thus In 13W the peers were ninety spiritual and fury-nine lay mem bers, including twenty archbishops and bishops, sixty-seven abbots nnd priors and three masters of orders. Many clerical dignitaries summoned did not attend at Westminster, refusing to rec ognise the authority nt iiarllnment over their own oonvocation* of Canterbury and York. It was partly from this cause that the lords spiritual decreased in number until early in the reigu of Edwsrd III. the upjsT house consisted | of eighty-six lay and only forty-live ] clerical peers, while during Elizabeth's parliament there were forty-throe aud twenty-six respectively.- London Stand ard. The Hate of Unman Grorrtli. "We grow at a uniform rate," said a physician. "There are rules of growth tiiat unconsciously we all obey. "Take the average man. He grows as follows: "First year, eight Inches; second year, six inches; third year, Ave Inches; fourth year, four Inches; fifth year, four Inches; sixth year, four Inches. From the sixth on the growth Is slower until the sixteenth year?It Is ( only one anil a half Inches a year. The seventeenth year has a growth of two ] Inches. The eighteenth year has a : growth of one Inch. At eighteen the average mau ts five feet eight Inches ] high. Thereafter he grows no more."? I' Philadelphia Bulletin. CONDENSED STORIES. , A Society Story Which Concerns a Cup of Tea. A belated society tale goes back ward to the season when Harry Lehr was courting the lady who is now his wife, says the New York Times. One day Mrs. Dahlgren acciden tally dropped a ten dollar bill into a tea urn which had just undergone inspection in anticipation of com ing guests. When these guests ar rived Mr. Lehr was among them. The hostess had forgotten her bank note in the urn and innocently brew ed the tea. All noted the peculiar flavor, but drank it bravely. The cause of their secret mystification might have gone politely undiscov ered had not the hostess proceeded to give a lecture on the subject of brewing tea. She removed the lid of the urn to illustrate her point and revealed no tea leaves, but a ten dollar bill. She was appalled. The urn and all the cups were sent away. She made profuse apologies and insisted upon serving each of her visitors with a fresh cup when the new supply appeared. When it came the turn of Mr. Lehr she ask- ' ed: . "How will you have it ? Strong?" "Not quite so strong as the last," 1 replied Mr. Lehr. "jfake it about $9.75, please." A Happy Quotation. Senator Blackburn says that the most felicitous quotation apropos of any pending measure in the senate was uttered by the late Senator Vance of North Carolina. A strong effort was being made in the senate to p..ss the Paddock pure food bill. Conger of Iowa, at pres . 11 i r? i SENATOR VANCE AROSE FROM HIS SEAT. - w?-- ?-V. tm-~ ?- -*? ?? ent minister to China, had succeed ed in getting the lard bill bearing his name through the house, but the southern senators had defeated it in the senate. Frequently, however, an effort would be made to get the pro visions of the Conger bill attached to the Paddock bill as amendments. At a time when Senator Paddock had the floor to present the merits of his bill he was interrupted by an other senator, who intimated that, inasmuch as the Conger lard bill had passed the house, it might be better to more carefully examine its provisions. At this juncture .Sena tor Vance managed to secure recog nition. '"Mr. President," exclaimed he as he slewlv arose from his seat, "the Conger lard bill is dead. " *Ti? Greece, but living Greece no mo re J** No more was heard from the Con ger people. Th? Man In the Street. Congressman VV. Bourke Cockran amused some of his political friends at the Waldorf-Astoria a few nights ago by a story of the twelve-year old son of a friend of his, an Eng lishman living in New ^ ork. The boy, like his father, was born in England, but had been going to school here for six years and in that time had studied his American his tory with a due amount of American patnotism. A few evenings ago the boy was < talking over the battles of the Rev olution with his father and discuss ; ing the campaigns of the British Finally, after a little thought, he astonished his father by blurting out: "Well, pop, we licked you twice, anyway, didn't we?"?New York Times. Lord Ro?ebery'? Two Ploaauret. Lord Roseherv once said to me: "Thar ' ar two uprcme pleasures in a man's life. One is idoal. the other real. The ideal joy is when ii man receives the seals of office at the hands of his sovereign; the real pleasure comes when he carries them back."?II. W. Lucy in I-ondon Magazine. f ? ? 1 The North Carolina College of Agriculture And Mechanic Arts t (ffers practical industrial educa tion in Agriculture, Engineering, Industrial Chemistry, and the Textile Art. Tuition a year. Boned a month. 120 Scholar sh pa. Address PRESIDEM WINSTON, West Raleigh. N. C. tt-ltf 8. I UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA I789-I905 lead of the State's Educational Sjstem DEPARTMENTS. Collegiate, Engineering. Graduate, Law, Medicine. Pharmacy. Library contaiffs 4:5,000 volumes. Ntw water works, electric lights, eoutral beating- system. New Dormi tories, (gymnasium, Y. M. C. A. Building, eeo STUDENTS 66 INSTRUCTORS The Fall term begins Sept. It, 1905. Address FRANCIS P. VENABLE, President, Chapel Hill, N. C. J. 7VY. BEATY Sole A>jent in Johnston County for the Domestic, New home antf Other Sewing ** Machines. SsmitHfield. IN. C. Treasurer's Card. ALEX. WI6G5, Treasurer of Johnston County, WILL HE IN SMITHFIELD EVEHY Monday and Saturday and Court Weeks Office in back room of the Bank of Smi th held. In his absence county orders will oaid at the Bank Houses for Rent, I! you want to rent any kind of a house in Smithfield please let me know it. J. M. EEATY. SMITH FIELD N. C. WOOD'S i Seed Potatoes j IN COLD STORAGE For Laic Planting. Planted in June and July, these yield large crops of tine potatoes ready for digging just before cold weather' comes on, carrying through the winter in first-class condition for either home use or market. By our methods of carry ing these Late Seed Potatoes in cold storage, we are enabled to supply them unsprouted and in first-class, sound condition, just when they are required for late planting. 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