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PLYMOUTH, N. C, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER t, 1899.
When the gooa times come, they needn't
beat the drum.
For the weary world will know it when the
good times come; .
There'll be musio on the hilltops and -musio
on the plains,
And musio in the tinkle and the twinkle of
the rains !
Bpi i Green-Baize Door.
' There was a mystery beyond the
green-baize door; tangible or intangi
ble nobody kuew, since no one but Mr.
Blakely ever saw the inside of the
door which shut his private roem -at
Messrs. Blakely , and, Stephen's bank
from the narrow passage connecting it
with the general offices. We were so
accustomed to the green-baize door,
and to the rule that no one was to ap
proach it, that we did not often give
the mystery much thought Ey.en
Mr. Sharsley, the head cashier, was
not permitted access. Clients' and
callers of all kinds Mr. Blakely inva
riably interviewed in another rooni,
where he was summoned by an electric
bell connected with the green room,
as we used to call it.
There was nothing strange in the
baize door itself; a plain green door,
with a brass handle, which in no way
influenced the secret springs by which
the.1 door opened and closed. Brass
headed nails marked the outlines of
the door's panels. A less suggestive
door never swung ou hinges. Yet for
ten years (the- length of time I had
been at the bank) that door had pos
sessed the most melancholy and un
canny influence over the bank's staff,
from cashier to charwoman. But no
one kuew why.
. Mr. Blakely was sole proprietor of
the 'bank, -which was the only one in
town and showed every semblance of
the soundest financial basis; and the
magnificence of his income was clearly
displayed at Somers Towers, his splen
did residence two miles out, where, at
the time of this story, he lavished the
luxuries of life upon his second wife,
a very lovely and proud young lady
half his own age or f 25. ; '
i' Mr. Blakely was a man strangely
devoid of eccentricities, considering
his conduct concerning the baize dco:;
he chief faults the . bank staff found
with him were his indefatigability.and
that whenever there was business to
be done in London selling or buying
stock, buying cash, etc. he invariably
attended to it himself,
t I was seated at the desk of the head
cashier, who was away on a short holi
day one morning in September, when
one of our clients entered the counting
"Mr. Boylonr'look here,!' he said,
slipping a crown-piece upon the coun
, ter. "Where did you get it?"
) I took up the coin and raug it. It
tang unmistakably true.
J "What's wrong with it?" I inquired,
examining it closely without noticing
any defect. "Did I give it toyou?"
I "Yes. Look at the edge; the letters'
are missing it's quite smooth."
He was light; the edge was as
smooth as that of a four-shilling piece.
I weighed it and found it true weight,
and it properly resisted the other
.1 "It's perfectly good," I said. "No
doubt it is of an experimental mint,
and got into circulation by mistake.
How will-you have it?"
"I don't care; half-crowns."
! I passed him the money, and, as he
went away, I slipped the crown into
my pocket, intending to keep it as a
curiosity. But, later in the day, when
Mr. Blakely was in the oflice,! showed
it to hiin.
His handsome dark face clouded as
lie took it and exaniiued the edge.
j ''"How did 'we come by it, Mr. Boy
, ton?" he asked. He immediately re-
i eumed his natural easy manner when
I explained that I had passed it out
and had it returned,
jj "Curious!" he muttered. "One of
an experimental mint, for it's dated
1896. Do you think we've any others
i similar?" " ,
; "No; I have been through them."
J", "Strauge! Well, I'll keep it It is
probably unique." .
i. I was disappointed with his deci
sion, as I wanted the coin myself. It
was against my principles, however, to
protest I went back to my desk, re
paid myself the five shillings I tilled
if or the coin, and forgot the matter
forgot it entirely until some weeks
i later, wheu Mrs. Blakely, to the utter
AniMnViKnt Anf Af ilia Vionlr'a - of off
turned up an hour or so before
, Up to that time, although she had
been married more than ten months,
Mrs.-Blakely had never been inside
the bank. Now she drove up in her
carriage, came in proudly and asked
for Mr. Blakely.' ,'-
I replied that if she would step into
the waiting room I would summon him
Jh the usual 'way.
"No. Show me into his private
room. I am Mrs. Blakely, " she said,
I?ooguized ,vou, madam, I re-
liut the rule i9 that all visi
tors, whoever they may be, are to be
ehowp into the waiting room, .where
When the good times come, then the right
shall trample wrong.
The world shall move forever to a ballelula
And joy will bless and brighten, and sorrow
will be dumb, , j
In that mad and merry season when the
good times come !
P. L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution.
"Nonsense!" she ejaculated. "Such
rules do not refer to Mr. Blakely's
wife. The room is at the end of the
passage, is it not?"
t 'You are putting me in an awkward
position," ; I replied. "I am not al
lowed to let visitors approach the
green-baize door "
"Ah! Her proud eyes flashed. "So
there is a green-baize door which no one
approaches? I interrupted you, sir."
"I was saying, madam, that if I let
you pass, I offend Mr. Blakely by
neglecting an old-established rule.
On the other hand, I offend you.
Pray step into the waiting room, where
Mr. Blakely will joiuyou in less than
half the time we have spent in argu
ment." When Mr. Blakely came, he did so
in his habitual leisurely manner, and
he walked into the waiting room, leav
ing the door ajar.
"Mr. Blakely," she said, haughtily,
"I have been insulted by one of your
clerk?. He refused to admit me to
your room, although he knew me."
She paused in a way that seemed to
tell me she was looking at him search
ingly. "My dear girl," he replied, tender
ly, "what has come over you? You're
not like yourself, Mary. What is it?
And what hai brought you here so un
"Bid you not hear what X said,
Richard? Surely, the fact that I have
been insulted is reason enough for the
change you remark."
"But not reason for your advent,
sines you must have been insulted
through coming here," he responded,
with his usual promptness.
"Since when has your wife been
denied the right to enter your private
room? she demanded.
"Ever since she wrongly assumed
that she had such a right, Mary. My
clerks have their ciders; they obey
them. You cannot blame them for up
holding rules I niyselt have " framed
Come, dear, be reasonable. What do
you want? I am very busy this morn
ing. The market is very unsteady just
At this juncture it struck me that it
was incumbent upon me to let them
know in some way that they could be
overheatd, or else to get out of ear
shot. While undecided which course
to take, I heard what aggravated my
"Tell me, Bichard; had you known
I was coming, would you have allowed
your clerk to deny me access to your
private room?" Mrs. Blakely inquired,
somewhat sternly it seemed to me.
"Did you ccme here to ask me
"Answer me, yes or no!" she in
sisted. "The rule is of many years' stand
ing, Mary, " he said, deliberately. "If
it were set aside for you it would be
the thin end of the wedge; my room
would no longer be private."
"You indorse your clerk's insult?"
"I uphold my clerk who upholds
the bank's rule?."
She was evidently nonplussed for
the moment by the fine fencing, for
"If you have any shopping to do in
town," he said, "you might come back
in an hour, when I shall be free to
drive home with you."
"Bichard," eh e said, quietly, "I
married you, not for your money, but
because I loved you. 1 loved you be
fore a younger man because I believed
I could trust my whole soul to you.
We have been married ihow long?
ten months; and until within a few
hours my confidence in you has been
unshaken. You let me into all your
secret hopes and fears; you kept noth
ing from me. Suddenly I hear a
strange' 6tory about a mysterious
green-baize door, which no cne but
yourself is allowed to approach. I call
the cariiage and drive here to, fathom
the depths of the mystery which I
fancied was only imaginary. But I am
more than amused now; I am piqued;
my confidence iu you is at stake. Let
me see into the room which no other
person but you has ever entsied, and
I'll go home."
"iou are the first person to suggest
that any mystery attaches itself to the
room, dear," he replied, with a good
natured laugh. "It is simply a humble
room, where I work too hard to admit
of being disturbed at all hours of the
"Will yon let me see? I don't
doubt you why should I? But I am
determinedly inquisitive. Will you
show me the room?"
"Not today, dear, I am very busy."
I felt her brush past me as she
came out of the room, aud saw her
walk round the desks, her lips tiihtly
compressed and her head very hiili.
The following morning when
turned up at the bank the porter met
me with the inquiry, Hal I seen any
thing of Mr. Blakely? No? Strange!
No one had seen him since the bank
closed the night before.. He was not
in the bank had not been home in
deed.it was Mrs. Blakely who had
driven down the first thing to inquire
bout him; and no one had seen him.
"Was he ou the premises when yoa
locked up?;' 1 asked.
"Can't say; shouldn't think so," the
porter replied. "I left the side door
on the latch until seven, as usual, and
then bolted up, expecting he must
have gone generally goes before that,
you know, sir. He must have gone.
for I ruug his bell again and again
Mrs. Blakely came up to me at this
moment, looking pale and anxious.
j.ur. 5oyton, sue askeu, nave
you seen my husband? You were the
last to leave, I believe?"
"xes, maaam; our jl nave not seen
Mr. Blakely since he put you into
your carriage yesterday.
"That decides it," she muttered.
"Something has happened to him in
his room. The door must be forced,
Porter, go for a carpenter!"
"You take tho whole responsibility
of forcing the grccn-baize door?" I
"The whole responsibility," she re
plied, and turned away impatiently.
When the carpenter arrived Mrs.
Blakely led him to the door and or
dered him to force it. He smiled
grimly, as he looked the door up and
down. He sounded it with a mallet,
and his law fell.
"Iron !" he said, laconically . " 'Tisn't
my job; you want a blacksmith."
The porter was sent off in the car
riage to fetch a smith. When the man
arrived, he eyed the door critically
and looked dubious.
"A long job!" he said.
"Break it down then!" cried Mrs.
Blakely. "But waste no time. "
The smith bared his arms, and, or
dering Mrs. , Blakely, the "porter and
myself to give him space, picked up a
heavy hammer. He tapped the dcor
gently in various places until it rang
thinner than elsewhere. Then he
swung his hammer and struck the
door heavily, just in the exact spot,
again and again. For five minutes he
dealt a rapid fire of blows, and then
the door began to tremble, then to
shake. Fiuallv, . after ten or twelve
minutes, it gave a shudder and came
forward, swinging on its hinges.
Mrs. Blakely darted forward end
stopped. Six feet farther down, the
narrow passage another door' ob
structed the way. She signed impet
uously to the 3mith, who stepped for
ward and shivered the leck of the sec
ond door, which was only light wood.
All was darkness beyond the door.' -
I turned to Mrs. Blakely, who stood
gazing in wonderment into chaos.
"Porter," she said, in a hushed
voice, suddenly turning her ashy face
towards the light which crept down
the. passage from the farther door,
"get me a lantern. Then you can
both leave us. Mr. Boyton's will be
all the help I need."
When the porter returned she took
the lantern from him, and watched
him retreat down the passage into the
"Prop the door so that it won't
fall," she said.
I did so, and, returning to her side,
took the lantern from her.
"You had better not come, madam,"
"I am coming," she replied, calmly.
We passed through the doorway and
into a small, dark room, poorly fur
nished with a little office furniture and
littered with papers. There was no
sign of Mr. Blakely. The one window
in the wall was high up; its glass was
fastened, and the blinds were pulled.
"Look!" cried Mrs. Blakely. "Look!
I crossed to her, and glancing down
saw a square had been cut out of the
carpet, in the centre of which was a
ring by which I raised a trap.
Looking through we saw a ladder
leading down to darkness.
"Go on, sir; go on," said Mrs.
Blakely, in a hollow voice. "We must
go on." ,
Going carefully down four rungs of
the ladder I held the lantern out at
arm's length and surveyed the scene.
A stone-walled chamber stretched
before me like a large vault. In one
wall was a low, barred door; in a cor
ner was a small furnace. A peculiar
looking machine stood in the middle
of the vault, aud upon a ledge of its
frame rested a row of silver coins.
"Go on," said a voice above me.
I went down, and, stepping as I
thought to the ground, my foot en
countered something soft. . I sprang
aside, avoiding it, and saw the body
of Mr. Blakely huddled up in a broken
"Don't come'' for pity's sake don't
comer i cnea to Mis. uiakeiy. uut
already she was half-way down the
ladder. In another moment she had
stepped upon her husband's body aud
had shrieked. .
"Ah, me; ah, me!" she moaned,
propping the nodding beau upon her
knees with uenzied tenderness.
Bichard, husband! You did not
merely meam yon lived your crimes
that night and now ! Oh, Mr.Boyton,
do vou understand a' 5 this? My hus-
dead. This is his secret! Last night
the night before he was restless in
his sleep, he talked of coining, yes
of coining coining silver coins and
reaping profit profit. 'You're a liar,'
he cried once in his sleep, 'the coins
are good equal to the Mint's. The
Mint makes profit on its silver coins,
and why not I?' He said that, and, as
I lay awake, I hoped he merely
dreamed I knew he dreamed. But
now I know the truth! - Dead, dead!
Yes, yes, and if you lived these hands
should kill you for the ignominy and
shame! Bichard, oh! Bichard, Bichard!"
Little beyond evidence of identifica
tion and as to the cause of dc ith was
given at the public inquest held upon
the body of Bichard Blakely, but the
police pursued the matter to some
length in the hope of discovering the
men who must have helped the banker
in his secret silver mint.
The police found the door in the
vault opened upon a narrow subter
ranean passage, running to a cottage
hard by. But when the police raided
the cottage they found it completely
deserted. Their theory is that the
banker's assistants went to the vault,
found their employer lying at the foot
of the ladder with his neck broken;
and realizing that exposure must fol
low, they took flight without delay.
Beyond the police.only Mrs.B'akely
and myself know the true secret that
hid. beyond the green-baize door
BREAKING THE- SAD NEWS.
Railroad Men on Special Duty to Notify
Wives When Accidents Occur.
"We formerly left it to some of the
employees to inform wives that their
husbauds had beerf1 kirled,' said a rail
road boss, "but now regular men do
it men who know how to break the
sad news to widows and orphans at
home. I did it myself for thirteen
years. The company chose me be
cause I was fatherly looking, and I
stuck to the job as long as I could,
but it's wearing work. To go into a
home and hear the wife singing about
her work aud be compelled to tell her
that her Jack's just been killed down
in the freight yard takes nerve.
"Of course, I had different ways of
breaking news. Sometimes I asked
what time Jim would be home, or where
he was going that night, anything to
get started, especially if I never knew
the woman. Strange to say, whenever
I came near to the- fact, saying I'd
heard that Jim wa8 hurt, the women
would scream out that they were sure
he was killed. Then I let them cry
awhile, until they'd get ready to ask
further about it. It was not so hard
after that. I often thought that the
women saw so much sorrow in my face
from my long service in the business
that they knew what I came for. I
tried to look cheerful, but there was
a weight in my heart that I couldn't
"I once called at the home of a
young wife. Her husband, au engi
neer, was killed at a bridge that morn
ing. When she opened the dcor and
looked at me she dropped in a dead
faint without a word. Afterward she
told me that she had taken a nap after
breakfast that morning and had seen
me in her dream standing in front of
her, telling her that Harry was killed.
Once the wife I came to warn was
making bread. She was up to her el
bows in dough. S. asked where Mr.
Jones lived, walked off and waited for
half an hour until she got her bread
in the pans, and then I went back and
told her the sad story of her husband's
death by a cave-in at a culvert. At
another house the mother and two
children, neatly dressed, were ready
to goto a Sunday school picnic. It took
nerve to stop them and break the news.
I begau by saying that there might be
rain. It was cloudy. Then. I said to
the wife she had better not go as Tom
might be back from work pretty soon.
Then she knew.
"I asked the company to be relieved
of my job three times before they
found some one to take my place."
New York Sun.
Thought She Should Keep It.
About the first thing a well-to-do
American family does on landing on
London soil is to hunt up the Ameri
can consulat3 and inquire the points
of the town. Oue of the things most
Sure to be recommended is the "Lit
tle Old Lady iu Threadueedle street,"
as the greatest bank in the world is
jocularly called. Ladies like to visit
the vaults of the Bank of England.
They love to see the tons of shining
gold and the bales of "crisp 'uns."
The other day a certain New England
capitalist was making the rounds with
his little daughter, a typical Yankee girl
of sweet sixteen. The treasurer, who
had reason to be particularly polite to
the American, handed the young lady
a $30,000 note to hold for a moment.
She demurely said: "Thank you ever
so much, aud opened her tiny purse
preparatory to depositing it snugly
therein. She had partly folded it
when the genial treasurer started and
"I really didn't give it to vou to
Miss Innocence opened wide her
beautiful eye.", and as she 'if turned it
"I beg your pardon I mUnndev
id Ton : I 1 ': . f , cni V, pou-
QUAINT AND CURIOUS-
One of the fashions established la
Paris iu recent years is to leave bicy
cles in pawn for the winter at the
Mont de Piete. Experts estimate their
value, and those who bring the wheel
are obliged to take the sum offered,
though most of them would like to
take much less with 'a view to escap
ing the charge.
A European government servant was
recently married to a native woman
in Samarang by the Mohammedan
ceremony. It took place in the mesjid,
and it was conducted by the penghulu,
but the bridegroom was not present
He had given written notice that he
would not put in an appearance, bnt
he sent his hat, and that was, accord
ing to native custom, quite sufficient
She married the hat.
A mining engineer of Six, Belgium,
wrote a little book last year in which
he advanced the conclusion that coal
mining was first begun in 1113, in the
Worm district of Belgium. Now he
comes out in a sequel saying that he
is convinced that the industry elates
from some years earlier than this,
according to some ancient records.
Coal was first mined in England (or
rather Scotland) on the Forth river,
and the monks of Holyrood Abbey,
Edinburgh, had the right of tithes in
these mines, from the king. This
was about 1214.
A rat's tail is a wonderful thin.
There are more muscles in this curious
appeudage than are to be found in
that part of the human anatomy which
is most admired for its ingenious
structure namely, the hand. To the
rat, in fact, its tail serves as a sort of
hand, by means of which the animal
is enabled to crawl along narrow ledges
or other difficult passages,, using it to
balance with or to gain a hold. It is
prehensile, like the tails of some
monkeys. By means of it the little
beast can jump up heights otherwise
inaccessible, employing it as a pro
The oldest orange tree in France
has just died. It was brought to
France with several others in 1421, by
Queeu Leonore, of Castile, the wife of
Charles III of Navarre, and in 1684
Louis XIV, ordered that it be trans
planted to the orange grove in Ver
sailles, and there it has remained ever
since. During Ihe last two centuries
the tree has been known as the Grand
Bourbon, and for many years every
possible care has been taken to pre
serve it from decay. Now it has
ptassed away at the great age of 478
years, and many Parisians who knew
it well are sorry that they will never
again see this stately ornament of the
A quaint old custom still prevails in
the beautiful country on both sides of
the Danube, some hundred miles
above Vienna, commonly called the
Wachnau. At the summer solstice
fires are lit on all the more prominent
heights of the mountains that give the
Wachnau its peculiar charm. The
picturesque towus and villages on both
shores are beautifully illuminated, and
the bridges across the great river are
ablaze with a million lights. The
most charming sight of all this year
was the illumination of the ruins of
Castle Durenstein, above Krems, the
legendary castle where Bichard Cour
de Lion heard Blondel sing outside
his prison walls. This festival is now
called Johannisfeier, or St. John's
fete, by a devout population, but the
old people call it" by its real Pa
pan name, Sonnenwendfeuer, Solstice
They Tarried Not.
The Indians of Mexico know noth
ing of the laws of contagion. They
display an apathy toward certain loath
some diseases which surprises a for
eigner. In a recent hunting trip in the
Sierra of Pueblo our party of eight
was descendiug toward Zaeapoaxtla.
We rode leisurely, for the trail was
narrow and hemmed in by Indian
huts. At the door of one of these
stood a woman aud a little girl. We
stopped to inqnire the way, when the
following conversation took place:
"Good morning, senora."
A very good morning, at
"This is the road to Zaeapoaxtla, is
"You are quite right, senor."
"And is it very far?"
"On the contrary it is a very little
"A thousand thanks for your kind
"There is nothing for which to offer
"Is the little girl sick, senora."
"She is a little sick, senor."
"What is the matter with her?"
"She has the smallpox, senor."
"Ah, good day, senora." Forest
Anxlom to Know.
Employer For lunch you will have
thirty minutes. .
O'Toole And how w ill Oi ate them,
When the daylight fades away
And the sunset colors play
O'er the mountain in tbe west -That's
the time I like the best;
When I've done up every chore,
Gatherin' jest outside the store,
With the jrood old chums I prize,
Settia' 'round an' talkuV wisei
'Lections an' monopolists,
Base ball games and fights with flst
Naval victories, war on land,
Trusts, Imperialism and
All the rest! If you'd come 'round
You'd eDjoy it, I'll be bound.
It 'ud fill you with surprise
If you heard us taikin' wise.
Golf is what some people like.
Others fish or ride a bike;
Some play ball or sail a boat;
Some'Il sing by ear or note.
But us folks our pleasure finds ,
Jes' lmprovin' of our minds,
When the busy daylisht dies,
Settia' 'round an' taikin' wise.
'Course, we're amachoors. That's alL
But I've heard big men an' small
Meetin' to debate fur pay
Made their daily bread that way. -
'Twan't no more convincin than
What'll pass from man to man
When wo folks extemporize
Settia' 'round an' taikin' wise.
Tommy Say, paw. Mr. Figg -Well?
"How big is the universe?"
"As big as all out doors, of course.'
He I wish I could be a kissing bug
a little while. She Oh, well, there
might be a little kissing bee, yoa
Williams The baseball profession
eeni3 to be getting overcrowded..
Hopkins .Yes, the colleges are turn
ing out more players than the clubs
"Do you mean to say that you will
recognize Aguinaido as a -dictator?",
asked the rebellious Filipino. "I can't
help myself," was the sorrowing re
ply, "I'm the official stenographer."
. Mr. Kiddby Who is making that
infernal jangle on the piano? ' Mrs.i
Kiddby That is Constance at her ex-',
arcise. Mr. Kiddby Well, for heaven's
sake, tell her to get her exercise some
"When a man pays attention to a
woman," says the Manayunk Phil-;
osopher, "it's generally a sign that he
wishes to marry her, and when he
doesn't pay attention to her it's often
a sign that he has married her."
"Freddie," said his mother, severe
ly, "didn't I tell you that yon'
shouldn't ride your bicycle today, be
cause, you . were naughty?" "This
isn't niy lucycle," said Freddie; "it's
Tommy Jones's. We've exchanged just
for today." .
"Your hair isn't wet, uncle, is it?,':
isked little Tommy. "No, of course'
not," replied the amused relative;
"what makes you think my hair is
wet?" "Because I heard mamma say
you had a hard time to kesp your head1
Little four-year-old Flossie was
looking at a picture book and finally
said: "Mamma, why do men hunt'
lions aud tigers?" "Because they
ire cruel and kill sheep and poor lit
tle innocent Iambs," replied her
mother. "Then why don't they hunt
the butchers, too?" she asked. "
Mrs. Newham Oh, John, there"
was such a tender-hearted tramp here
today! Mr. Newham Tender-hearted!
Mrs. N. Yes. I asked him to weed
the garden to pay for the dinner I
had given him. and he said he was a
botanist, and that it hurt his feelings
to destroy living plaats.
"When I can't sleep at night," said
she, "I say to my husband, 'Oh, read
me one of my dear minister's ser
mons!' And he has not , read live
minutes .when I am sound asleep!"
The "dear minister" said, of course,
that he was delighted to hear it; al
though it was not wholly for that pur
pose the sermons were published.
The Came of His Modesty.
The cause for the modesty of the
echool boy who gave the following ex
cuse for being late is obvious.
One morning last week he came in
about ten minutes late.
"Willie," said the teacher, sternly,
"what made you la'e this morning?"
Willio hung his head down and
shuffled his boots on the floor.
"Willie, why don't you answer my
"Has I got ter tell?" he whined.
"Certainly," repdied the teacher.
"Why will I haft ter tell?" he asked.
"It is oue of tho rules of the school,
and if you want to come to achool you
must abide with the rules."
- "Abide with tho rides."
"Wol'3 abide mean?"
"To stand by, ihat i?, you rmtst
obey tho rules of the school."
"Then I'll have ler tell or leave tha
The tardy Hd unfiled this foot.the'i
that. He looked at the teacher to see
if she would not relent. Then ha
gazed at the scholars, who were all
listening for his reply.
"I ha I tor wash and wipe therdishe
this iijoriun', because my madder is
siok an' couldn't do it"
'Ho was.-ex?nscd, but he knew that
his life would be in ado miseraUiy-tint
rest oi the dy lr tic s.:-V?.?:-i-. . N .-