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PLYMOUTH, N. 0.. FRIDAY. SEPTEMBER 3, 1903.
NO. 24.
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"SO RUNS THE
Hmv the steady, steady tramp
, Of the myriads of feet,
IAs they patter on the dimp
Stony pavement of the street,
Just a constant patter, patter,
And a never-ending clatter,
IAs the people who are going and the peo
ple who are coming meet;
Hushing hither, rushing thither in the dust
. and glare and heat,
lbuhing here and rushing there,
Chatins phantoms in the nir,
lAre the worn and weary people who are
tramping in the street.
' Hoar the gentle pit-a-pat
; Oi the little maid ot three;
Underneath the Leghorn hat,
Dimpled, rosy cheeks has she;
"While a dozen little others,
Little sisters, little brothers,
Preeh as mosses over which are cooling
waters running free,
Pink and white and sweet as roses sweet
as any bloom may be,
Running hero and running there,
Chrt'iig phantoms in the air,
lAre the dozen little others and the little
v nmu oi three.
Jlear the steady step and slow,
i .And the humming of a song,
, As the lovers come and go
i In the tumult of the throng;
; lAud a dozen little bubbles
Float upon their seas of troubles.
As the lovers with a method, their mcan-
derings prolong,
'As the lovers' steps are mingled with the
(rapid steps and strong.
'.Still the lovers loiter there,
Building castles in the air,
IAs the lovers' steps are mingled with thft
nnantoni cnasinz tnronor.
.. oousie u. il
onement
$T2OJt HE hot, still day had dark-
O B O mgnt wnen a young coupie
7 drew rein before the Half-
jSiWOW way House. There was a
Bound of revelry withfn when Norris
irtrew back the door and led the way
through the long hall, obstructed "by
kegs and chairs, to the little back par
lor where occasional lady travelers
.were served with such fare as the place"
afforded. The cloth on the table was
Vlingy and creased; a fly-fan creaked
rustily In Its slow revolutions, and a
fat pink moth beat against the chimney
'of the oil lamp and finally dropped into
he flame' , with a -.sizzle: of burning
grease that took away the remnant of
Eloiior's waning "appetite. She leaned
.Shack in her chair to listen to the music
f piano and violin, which kept well
ahead of the shunting feet scraping to
and I'ro in the dance hall.
Sounds oddly familiar," she mur
mured. "Kastern airs usually circle out here
Sn the course of two or three years,"
Xorris remarked, uncorking the fizzing
god;:. "They sound wonderfully sweet 'way
out here, even the dullest of them," the
girl answered, with a hint of longing..
"Oh, come, Elenor, you're never get
ting homesick at this late hour!" Xor
ris laughed. Hut something in his voice
made- her look searehingly at his stu
diously averted face.
! "You have something to tell me, Xor
ris,'' she said, suddenly leaning forward
and touching his hand.
"Why, as a matter of fact, I have,"
he answered placidly. "But first drink
your coffee. You look tired out."
"Something that will hurt me?" she
persisted.
"Well, not personally. I hope. Drink
jour coffee, please, then I'll tell you."
She drained the bitter, lukewarm
draught submissively, then pushed
aside her plate, and folding both hands
over the edge of the table, leaned to
ward him expectantly.
"Well," he began, "there was an ac
cident here lr.st night. A man got in
a ro- with a Mexican puncher, who
' 'knifed him pretty badly. Seems that
the wounded man is from the East. I
fcaud that he knew some people we
know, among theni Jack Grandls."
1 "Yes. Go on. Something about Jack,
isn't it?"
"Well, yes. He did speak of Jack's
hard luck. Elenor, does- that man still
jstaml in my light?"
A curious change came over her face,
a look which Norris, who thought he
knew her every emotion, had never
Keen there before.
"Does he, Elenor?" he persisted, qui
etly, but doggedly.
"No, Norris, thank God, no!" she an
swered in a voice that hurt him cruelly.
"He is only the shadow of the man that
once stood in your light."
"Yet you once loved him more than
.you care for me?"
I At
bniES5BHQESE
WORLD AWAY."
Hear the rapid steps and strong, '
Hear the steps of widest scope,
Which to earnest men belong;
Thrilled by fear and thrilled by hope;
In the maelstrom ever busy;
Whirling, twirling, growing dizzy,
Like the seaman in the whirlpool, clinging
to the knotted rope;
Jostling, jeering, fighting fearing neither
sinner nor the Pope.
Fighting here and righting there,
Chasing phantoms in the air;
Some are winning, others losing losing
everything but hope.
Hear the step that falters by,
Hear the clanking of the cane;
Feeble steps and feeble eye, ; '
Weary heart and weary brain;
But the all-propelling passion
In this throng and din of fashion
Keeps the weakened form a-grasping for
the things he cannot gain,
Keeps the weakened muscles rigid, while
his hopes are being slain.
And he totters here and there,
Chasing phantoms in the air.
And he chases fleeing phantoms chasing
phantoms with his cane.
Hear the steps of old and young,
Hear the steps of grave and gay,
Firm and feeble steps among
Others in the passion play.
Here and there are bands a-playing,
Hither, thither, footsteps straying;
All is toil and all is tumult, disappointment
holds the sway;
Some aie winning, some are losing jnst so
runs the world away.
All are rushing here and there,
Chasing phantoms in the air;
And we say, and say it truly "Just so
runs the world awav."
iddle, in Birmingham (Ala.) Age-Herald.
Helen F.
Huntington.'
"Yes I loved him even more than I
love you, and he slighted and wounded
my love " She paused and searched
his eyes, which were very gentle and
also very grave.
"Norris, you know a lot about life,
but you'll never in the world believe
what that awakening cost me!" There
were tears in her voice, but her eyes
were hard and bright vs polished stone.
"But that is all past and done with
now?"
"Forever. What have you to tell me
about Jack?"
"He is here in this house, hurt.
Strange to say, he recognized me at
once last night. He asked for you,
and that la why I brought you here;
because it seemed heartless to deny a
dying man."
For the space of ten long heart-beats
she looked speechlessly into his eyes,
her face paling and reddening in wave
like succession.
"He is not dying surely!" She whis
pered so low that it was impossible to
hear her voice, but the thought was
clearly written In her eyes.
"They are afraid so. In any other
case I should not have brought you
here. I think I had better prepare him
for your presence while you wait
here."
But she Avould not be left alone.
They met the surgeon at the door of
the sick-room. "He is still under the
influence of morphia," he informed
them briefly. "I'll leave his door ajar.
When he wakes you can go In."
Norris stepped softly within the bare
little lean-to where the yellow candle
flame diffused a pallid glow on the face
of the man who had once stood in his
light. It was a very j-oung face and
singularly' handsome in spite of its
deathly pallor and Its deep shadows of
pain and weariness. Norris knew his
rival's history intimately his reckless
good-fellowship, the Intemperance and
weaknesses which had made him un
worthy of Elenor's love. Even then,
in the presence of death, it hurt him to
know that she had once loved him ab
solutely. The sleeper felt the presence beside
him, but he did not open his eyes until
Norris had returned to Elenor, still
leaving the door ajar, so that he heard
her question and the man's answer.-
"Will -he live long?" asked Elenor.
"Not longer than to-night," Norris
told her cauily yet not without honest
regret.
"Norris. if he should die not knowing
that I still cared enough to come to him
at this hour it would hurt me as long
as I live."
"Would it, Elenor?" Norris asked
tonelessly. "Ah, the pity of it! You
still care, even knowing him to be un
worthy, knowing that he never cared
enough to keep himself from unclean
uess for your sake."
"Don't, Norris!" she implored, In a
voice that brought a rush of tears to
the wounded man's eyes.
For a few seconds there 'was no
sound to be heard, then the silence was
broken by a woman's sob and a man's
contrite plea for forgiveness.
"It hurts mo to know that you still
care," said the low, pained voice of
Norris.
"No, no, Norris, j-ou mistake," she
protested piteously. "I don't care in
that way. But now that he is dying
I cannot forget all that he has been to
me."
"I understand. You want him to
know to comfort his last hour. Elenor,
if I were dying, one word of love from
you would save me. It would bring me
back from the dead!"
To Jack, listening hungrily, her love
had never seemed so sweet. It seemed
now that nothing in the world could
recompense him for the loss of that
lov which he had so recklessly squan
dered with the blind prodigality of in
consequent youth. Yet honor was not
dead . within him. All the heroism
prisoner under the dress of worldliness
and self-indulgence rose up to
strengthen his silent vow of atonement,
the resolve to yield to that other man
tlie love which was his by right of
worth.
Presently Elenor heard a slight move
ment in the sickroom, and went quickly
to the door. Norris followed her quiet
ly and took his place beside her while
she leaned over the bed to look at the
pallid face which revived the memory
of a love that needed but an awaken
ing touch to set it free. Suddenly
Elenor stooped and taking his face be
tween her hands kissed his lips.
A great sweetness came Into Jack's
face, a peace and radiance unspeakable,
which reflected itself in Elenor's tsar
less eyes. Norris squared his shoulders
against the "wall and looked down at
them silently, unseeingly, for it seemed
to" him that tangible things had sud
denly slipped away from him, leaving
him at the brink of nothingness, with
those two looking down at him from
the brink of some far-off haven of
bliss. At last Jack's voice, brought
him back to life with a start of ago
nized recollection.
"I wanted so much to see you," he
was saying, very slowly and earnestly,
"We were such good friends in the old
days, weren't we, Elenor? I want to
ask a service of you, something that
I would not trust to any one else. Will
you write a letter for me before I die
to the woman I love?"
Elenor's head lifted, and her face
grew whiter than before, but the look
of tenderness did not fade from her
eyes. "Yes, Jack," she answered brave--,
ly, with an uugovernorable tremor of
her low voice.
"If I die, I want her to know what
she has been to me. I was never quite
sure about her until lately. Tell her
how it is with me. They say there is
always hope to the very last, and if I
live "
"If you live!" Elenor repeated in a
strange voice. . "Jack, shall I ask her
to come to you?"
"No. She is not free to come." ,
"Married?" Elenor whispered.
Jack nodded. "But I know that she
once loved me. Tell her that if I live,
the memory of her love will help me
to become the man she once believed
me to be and that it will keep me
strong and pure as long as I live."
There was a long silence, then Elenor
rose from the seat she had taken beside
him, and at the same time the surgeon
returned. He put his hand on Jack s
wrist and smiled.
"Good!" he approved. You're doing
well. Ticked up tremendously during
the last half hour. Nothing much to
worry about now but the loss of blood.
I think, by the way, that these young
people had better leave you for the
present, because I want you to put in
the next twenty-four hours in a
straight sleep."
Elenor paused outside the door and
turned to look at Norris. "He didn't
give me her address," she murmured.
'Never mind about that," said he
buoyantly. "Jack will live to write his
own letter."
'Norris," she began in a voice that
trembled slightly. "Everything has
turned out so much better than we
could have arranged it. I am glad for
his sake that the other woman exists."
'And for mine," Norris put in im
pulsively.
Suddenly she smiled, this time with
out bitterness or pain, and put her
hands on his shoulders. "Norris," she
said, "you are the dearest fellow in the
world." New York Times.
Few men undervalue themselves, es
pecially when they are suing for dam
ages. The sweetness of revenge is often
only sugar-coated.
The Power ot flot ara I
Streams of water are often obliter
ated by walls of lava 100 feet thick,
and sometimes inland mountain lakes
are almost immediately formed by
blocking up the water in this way.
Walls of hot lava have melted down
rocks and small peaks that have stood
in their way. They have also pre
served almost intact ordinary articles
and converted other things into totally
different substances. When the lava
stream overwhelmed the town of Terre
del Greco in 1704 the glass panes of
the windows in the houses were turned
into transparent stony substances,
while articles of brass, copper, silver
and iron were completely rearranged
in their structural formation and actu
ally sublimed and refined of all base
metals. Sometimes torrents of water
and mud pour forth from the volcanoes
instead of molten rock or lava, and ar
ticles in nature are preserved in these
streams better than in the lava beds.
The streams of mud lava are generally
quicker in their movements than the
heavier mass of molten rocks, and they
work destruction of an appalling na
ture, but they cover the country with a
substance which makes plant life
thrive Instead of turning the land into
a barren, rocky waste. A torrent of
mud lava poured forth from Vesuvius
in 1G22 and overwhelmed the villages
of Ottajano and Massa, burying houses
and inhabitants in its quick flood. On
the surface of this stream of mud veg
etation quickly sprang up and flour
ished and. the site of the villages was
soon a scene of rich vegetable life. Sev
eral of the volcanoes in Java pour
down streams of mud lava at periodic
intervals, and In the Andes there are
several volcanoes which inundate the
country with the same kind of mate
rial. New York Times.
The Housefly Short Lived.
' The housefly and blue bottle fly, the
bane of the housekeeper, are short
lived at best. The excitement of es
caping extermination, and rearing their
young rounds but an existence of twenty-four
hours. Nature, in appreciation
of their short career, has provided
them with compound eyes, which see
about on all sides, a marvelously acute
scent and a facility of flight which is
the aggravation of him who dozes at
noonday and who tries to catch that
one fly. When autumn comes the
death knell of millions of flies has
sounded. They make no preparation
for winter. The majority die, and their
insignificaut bodies are blown away
by the passing breeze. A few hardy
survivors linger in cracks in the walls,
creep under the door frames or in crev
ices in the woodwork. It is probable
that eggs are laid, larvae hatched; and
other flies creep from the metamor
phosed maggots during the winter. But
some naturalists assert that-the few
lingering flies are the parents of the
multitude that appear in the warm
days of June. The eggs they lay are
numberless.
Prophetic of L.og8 of America.
At the coronation of George III. the
Dukes of Normandy and Aquitabic (the
last relic of English dominion in
France) appeared for the last time.
The largest jewel in the crown is said
to have fallen out during the ceremony,
which is believed to have foretold the
loss of America. When the pious King
was about to receive the holy com
munion he took off his crown, a cus
tom which has been followed by later
sovereigns, and now appears in the
rubric.
Something: New in ndless Chain.
The latest form of the endless chain
Is that devised by a contributor to the
English newspapers who incloses with
his articles a polite letter and two
dozen stamps. If the article is found
to be unsuitable he wishes the editor
to use one of the stamps in forwarding
it, with the letter and remaining
stamps, to the next on a list of twenty
four other editors, who is requested to
do the same, and so on until stamps
and editors are equally exhausted.
Beginning: and End. --
'A certain gilded youth, seriously
smitten by the charm and grace of a
demure-looking country damsel, ven
tured to remark: "How I wish you
would give me that ring upon your
finger. It exactly resembles my love
for you it has no ena." "Excuse me,
sir," replied the fair one, "I think I
will keep it, for it is also emblematic
of my love for you it has no begin
ning.' The manufacture of artificial rubies,
which in appearance are as good as the
natural stones, is now a fact.
FEARED CliY WAd UiotKOYED.
Natural Alarm of New Yorkers Resid
ing in Mexico.
From Mexico City there comes in a
private letter this story of how the
rumor became current there in April
of the destruction of. New York:
"On the afternoon of the 3d inst.
there was a rumor here of a terrible
earthquake and cyclone in New York.
Everybody talked about it, and each
one had a ' worse tale to tell; half
New York was destroyed, with 1,000,-
000 people. Think of my anxiety! I
was afraid to telegraph. At last I
made up my mind to do so, but when
1 reached the cable office they showed
me a telegram just received in reply
i to an inquiry, which read: 'Not a
word of truth in it.' I was greatly re
lieved. It seems that two Spaniards
who live here and who had been on a
visit to Europe returned to New York
that day. They are known among
their friends here as 'Earthquake' and
'Cyclone,' and are besides great eaters.
One of their friends in New York tele
graphed to a friend here:
" 'Earthquake and Cyclone arrived;
have swallowed up half New York.' t
"This was the cause of the whole
thing."
FICKLENESS OF AMERICANS.
Fads Less Furious and More Lasting
With the English.
"It may sound trite and perhaps un
pleasing for an Englishman to say
that you Americans are peculiar in a
good many respects, but I am com
pelled to express that conviction, all
the same," said a Liverpool manufac
turer who was in Washington a short
time ago. "When I was in this coun
try the last time, about eight years
ago, the bicycle was an amazing craze
over here. One could hardly get
along the streets for the wheels.
Women as well as men were riding
the bicycle all over America, andjbe
newspapers were filled with bicycle
jokes. Washington, particularly,
as I remember, was tremendously
taken up with the bicycle, and there
were scores of bicycle establishments
all over the city. Now, on this visit,
I find that the bicycle has all but dis
appeared from the United States, so
far as riding for pleasure is concern
ed. Men are still using the wheel
strictly for business purposes, but
riding for pleasure has gone alto
gether out of date, and it is positively
rare to see a woman on a wheel. And
that's why I can't rerrain from ex
pressing the opinion that Americans
are peculiar in their" enthusiasms.
They took the bicycle up, made a posi
tive craze of it for a few years, and
then dropped it like the proverbial
hot potato. We didn't take the bi
cycle up so quickly in England as you
did here, but the machine is still in
great vogue all over England and the
continent, and there are more rider9
taking up the roads all the time.
The women cling to the pleasures of
the wheel tenaciously on the other
side, and, in general, the thing is not
a fad over there, but a settled and
permanent thing.
"It is the same with roller skating.
I can remember years ago when roller
skating was a prodigious fad over
here. There were rinks in every
city in the country, and young and
old took a try at the thing. Then, all
of a sudden, the craze disappeared,
and the roller skating rinks were
closed up almost as suddenly as most
of them were opened. Now the roller
skating business was never a dis
tinct craze on the other side, but there
have always been roller-skating rinks
going since the skates we.r invented,
and plenty of them are still in exist
ence in England and on the continent.
There are tens of thousands of peo
ple over there who en jay the exer
cise, and probably thr roller-skating
rinks will go on indefinitely.
"It is for these reasons that I
haven't much confidence in the con
tinuation of the automobile fad in the
States. I believe that the Americans
will become tired of the horseless
carriages aftr a while, just as they
did of the bicycle. "When the ma
chines gradually become within the
reach of the most moderate purses,
I am afraid that the bubble will col--lapse.
The Americans are unequal
led for taking up new things and drop
ping them again. In all other re
spects wholly admirable. I can't help
believing that the Americans are in
many respects more mercurial than
the French, and more prone to tire
quickly of a fad than any other na
tion on earth." Washington Post.