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to y U.OQ a Yesr, In Advance. "FOR GOD, FOR COUNTRY AND FOR TRUTH." Single Copy 5 Cents, VOL. X VI. PLYMOUTH, N, C. FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 101906. NO. 47. Ml. IB K n I; r MY 1 m monrn no more my vanUh'd years; An April rain of smiles 'and tears, - My Ircart is young again. - The west winds blow, and. singing low I hear the glad streams run: J lie windows of my soul 1 throw de open to the sun. Jso longer forward nor behind I look In hppe or fear ; ,,V. grateful, take the good I J he best of-now and here. find, I plow no more a desert land, I o harveat weed and tare : -lite raanna dropping from (iod's hand , Kebukes my painful care. I bmik my pilgrim staff I lay Auiup tne toning oar; J lie nnijel sought so far awa tay t weu-ome at my door. Hie airs of Spring mav nver plav Among the ripening corn. Tm- froKbness of the flower of May Mow through the Autumn morn. Yet shall the blue-cvod gentian look Through fringed lids to Heaven, And tho pale aster" in the brook Shall, see Its Image given; The ; woods shall, wear their robes of praise, I he south wind softly sigh. .Ami sweet, calm days in golden haze Melt down the uuiber sky. "Can't We Try Each Other Once More." It was almost time' for.-the Phila delphia express to be called, and in he waiting room the usual quota of travelers had gathered. It was a com mon enough scene,, but full of absorb ing interest to a .serious mite of a child sitting like an obedient little statu3 on .the seat where her compan ions had placed her,' hands, sedately folded in her lap and her plump little legs barely long enough to dangle over the edge. Her wide eyes questioned each face . about her with wistful intentness, and . there were occasional evidences of a mighty struggle of cogitation in her little mind. The man with her was kind enough, after his own lights but he was not used to children, and this child was not used to him, and she was lonely. The Desbrosses street ferry had Just come in, and among the string of passengers who hurried into the wait ing room were a man and woman, upon whom the child's eyes fixed themselves In speculative admiration. This was a stately and beautiful lady. The man was ... large, and perhaps would some day be larger, but now he carried his bieness of height and !irtrtTh with sin pnvinhlv easv swing. lie- went to the window and bought . ... i, . i onB single ticket, ana tnen me two came and and sat diagonally opposite the child and her companion. The woman was speaking in a constrain edly polite tone. "There are but a few moments to wait. I beg that you will not consider lit necessary to stay. There was no occasion for your coming at all." VV" You forgot, that there are still luame annearances to maintain," he , answered stiffly. "There is no occa ' fion to -create any more gossip than is ' necessary', and. this" is an absurd hour for you to start." "Isn't it a little late to consider ap pearances?" she asked, with a touch of, scorn in her voice, chafing at his fSfbjd supervision of her actions, which Ts-fi did not attempt to explain by any warmer motive than conventionality. She knew what, he meant that it put him in the light of a brute that she should be fleeing from hts home unat . tended at a particularly inconvenient hour. She knew that it was an ab surd journey, bringing her at her des tination at midnight, but she could not endure that silent house for anoth er minute. The fever to be among her own people the few, the very few, who would sympathize and ask no ruel questions had rushed irresisti iHy upon her a few hours before, and nhe had. recklessly made her prepara tions and started. What matter? They had agreed that the hollow sham of their married life ha'd better end at once, and that later they would be legally separated. It soon would be known to the world, and New York - tLad become a cell of torment to her. And he when he was coldest he was-i.always punctiliously polite, and he had Insisted on seeing her off if she was determined to take this foolish ' journey. His face had been hard and indifferent as the door their door had closed upon them as man and -wife, and the ride to the ferry had been made in rigid silence. Her eyes caught the child's unwaver ing gaze, and her face1 softened from its flinty composure. She had no children of her own, and tnis was such an unconsciously pathetic figure, with f"A. primly folded hands and solemn -i. The little traveler smiled faint ly and looked shjly away. Then the eyes crept back again, and friendly communication was established. For a few .moments she sat in sober con sideration, weighing some miehty prob lem in her mind, and ever and anon slipping a tentative glance, toward the - stately lady; then there, was a cau tious peep at the caretaker's face, f nd.with the anxiour, haste of one who gathers all his courage for a desperate leap, she ; slid swiftly down and was across the way before her com- PSALM. Isot less shall manly deed and word Rebuke an age of wrong : The graven flowers that wreathe the sword Make not the blade less strong. But smiting hands shall learn to heal To build as to destroy ; Is or less my heart for others feel That I the more enjoy. I'nough ihat blessings undeserved Have mark'd my erring track : That whereso'er my feet have swerved, Ills chastening turn'd me back ; That more and more a Providence Of love is understood Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good ; That death seems but a cover'd way Which opens into light. Wherein no blinded child can stray Beyond the Father's sight ; That care and trial seem at last. Through memory's sunset air, Like mountain ranges overpast, In purple distance fair; That all the jarring notes of life Seem blending in a psalm. And all the.angles of its strife Slow rounding into calm. And so the shadows fall apart. And so the west winds play: And all the windows of my heart I open to the dav. John Greenleaf Whlttler. - 4 panion could realize what had hap pened. "Won't you, please," she began, eagerly, her eyes searching the wom an's face, "won't you please tell me what a diworce is?" There! it was out that awful, un answered question which had been tormenting her small soul for days upon days and her bolstered-up cour age suddenly subsided into flatness as she realized the magnitude of her temerity in asking this strange and beautiful lady a question which had invariably met with a startled rebuff from others. Her eyes went to the floor and she dropped obviously. The effect was electrical. The two faces before her seemed suddenly ini rnobllizd. The woman looked ahead of her with hard, unseeing eyes, and winced as though struck; but the man, with a man's distaste for a scene, was the first to treat this conversational bomb as a casual matter. He leaned forward in the most friendly manner possible, although his ruddy skin had taken on a still warmer tint, and forced a smile as he looked into the wide eyes thalt gazed wonderingly into his own. "Well, now, what makes you ask such a funny question?" he queried. "I wanted to know so bad," she said, appealingly. "Mamma's got one, but she's gone avay, an everybody says 'Be still,' w'en I ask them. Nobody will tell me what a diworce is. Did it hurt mamm?" she cried. Her eyes still urged their question the ques tion that she had asked again and again, but to which no one had given her an answer. The woman leaned forward, gather ed the little bundle of loneliness into her arni3 and held her close. "Where has mamma gone, dear?" she asked. Her husband had leaned back again and was ' staring at the floor. Husband and wife ignored each other. . "Gone to be an angel," was the prompt answer, "Papa went away first, but he didn't go to be angel. Cook said so. An' mamma cried and cried, an got sick and went to bed, an' I heard nurse tell cook that mam ma had a diworce. An' w'en I asked mamma w'ot that was she jus' cried and hugged me; and I asked nurse, an' she cried, an' she scolded me an' said I mustn't ever say such a thing again. Then they took mamma away in a long carriage with flowers in it, an' the lady next door came in an' said the divorce killed mamma. An' to day I asked the lawyer-man over there an' he just jumped an' said, 'My good gracious, chile!' I do so want to know what a diworce is.". It was a long speech for a small girl, but the words tripped over each other in their haste to escape, and there were plenty more waiting to be released. The woman's voice was calm and even as she answered ; the curve of her cheek vouchsafed her husband's ylew was as fair and cold, as the snow, but the eyes fixed on the child burned like living coals. "But who takes care of you, dear?" "I don't know," she said, slowly, as though this were a new idea to her. "Mamma did, but she went to be an angel so awful soon; an nurse an' cook did, but they kissed me an' cried an' went away the day that lots of people came to our house an' bought things, Nov the lawyer-man is taking me away to live with maraaia's auntie. I guess," brightening up, "she'll take care of me now." She lifted a supplicating face to the woman bending over her, and with a child's unwearied insistence again sought an answer to the question that lay so heavily on her little soul. "Won't you please tell me w'ot a diworce is?" It was a delicate situation. The man leaned forward and answered for his wife, who had mutely turned her h;ad away. He was fond of children. "Now see here; suppose I tell you, will you promise not to worry about it any more?" A vigorous nod. He remained silent a moment, trying to formulate an answer so simple that the child's mind could grasp it, then spoke to the anxious face: Well, a divorce is a divorce well, two people get married, you know; and sometimes it doesn't work as well as they thought it would, so they go to the lawyer-man like yours over there and get unmarried." He floundered hopelessly over his definition, ending it with an uncom fortably red face, for it was harder than he had anticipated, and two searching eyes glued to your face are apt to be disconcerting. 'l tie little one nestled back against the bosom which exhaled the same faint, uncatchable sweet odor that had always cluug to mamma's dresses, and, with her inquiring eyes still searching the man's face, propounded the- next link in the endless chain of a child's interrogations. "Please, w'y do they want to get un married?" The face above her was white, the arm about her trembled. The hus band studied the floor intently a few moments before answering, a frown gathering between his eyes and a lit tle droop of scorn self-scorn pulling down the corners of his mouth. "God knowrs," he said slowly, and stared at the floor again. A stentorian voice was intoning the departure of the Philadelphia express, and with a nervous start the woman looked up from the child on her lap to see the "lawyer-man" approaching them. . maroon me ror interrupting you, but the little girl must be going now," he said, raising his hat and bowing. The child clung silently to her new friend before leaving, and in the wom an's eyes there were hot tears, and in her throat an aching dryness, as she gave the upturned face a linger ing kiss and let her go. Her husband stood at her elbow as lawyer and charge passed through the doorway, the child twisting around for a last look. Would she rebuff him, turning the low scorn of her eyes on him? Had he been a fool to detect any feeling for him in the whiteness of her face as she bent over the child? Would he only make himself ridicul ous? The stubborn pride which had helped to drive them so far apart tingled at the notion. But wasn't it worth the risk? "Your train goes next," he reminded her, watching her face intently. "I want to go with you, Honora. Of course, I won't go if it is offensive to you, but this is such a wretched busi ness. Do you know what we are try ing to do, dear? Can't we try each other once more? I know I've been a hidebound brute; it was just cursed pride all through; but I love you, dear, and can't give you up. Let me come with you, just part Avay if you like, Honora, dear!" In his heart he cursed the public waiting room and passing pejle, forc ing him to stand like a miserable automaton and cautiously mumble the words that came rushing into his mind. Her hand touched his arm for an in stant, her eyes looked into his, and she turned toward him like a weary child. "Oh, no," she whispered back, a sob catching her voice, "I don't want to go away, dear! Oh, my husband,. I want to go back with you! I want to go home!" Agnes Louise Provost, in Woman's Home Companion. Large Families in Great Britain. In St. Botolph's church, Aldgate, there i3 a monument to the memory of Agnes, widow of William Bond, who "bore him 1G children, eight boys and eight girls." That was in the spacious ICth cen tury, but it is noteworthy that John Gully, grandfather of the late speak er of the Commons, had 24 children. A year or two ago a Northampton shoemaker entered as his plea in the police court that he was the father of 32 children, of whom 27 were liv ing; while 20 years ago Chester boasted of a couple who were "the happy father and delighted mother of 33 children," ten of them being alive in 1890. But the record in family numbers belongs to Scotland. It is that of a Scotch weaver in the lGth century whose wife bore him 62 children. Only 12 died in childhood, 4G sons and four daughters living to be 21 and upward. This almost incredible record is fully and absolutely authenticated. Sir John Bowes and three other gentle men each adopted ana reared ten of this prodigious family. London Daily Chronicle. Circumstantial Evidence. Pickpocket (to lawyer who has him free) Even you believed got me guilty. Lawyer Oh, no, not in the least. "Then why did you leave your watch and pocketbook at home?" Translat ed for Tales from Meggendorfer Blat ter. , It la aaid that there are 10,000 tons o copper in Shanghai. ForxfKa Younger Children TOYS. All up and down the land I go With mother, making calls, And sit in chairs so much too high In strange and different halls, And cannot think of things to Bay, And feel so pleased to start away. But when we come to home again I'm glad aa glad can be To see the very oldest toys All waiting. there for me The horse with missing tail, the blocks, And all the soldiers in their box. The hose-cart with the broken shaft, The doll that will not talk, The little duck that ran so fast, And now can't even walk. They all are friends so tried and true Because of what they used to do. And every day when I'm away I know they miss me so. I never ought to leave them once. They're sensitive, you know. And just to comfort them a mite I take them all to bed at night. -Carolyn Bailey, in Youth's Companion. A' SNAIL'S WAYS. One day I found a snail in the woods. He was crawling on a mossy log. His shell was glossy and of a light brown color. Tho snail, too, was pale brown. He looked soft, as if he had been made out of jelly. He had a pair of horns thrust out from the front of his head, to warn him of danger. When I picked up tho shell, Mr. Snail quickly tucked himself out of sight inside. I took the shell home in my pocket, and at night laid it out on my table. In the morning it was gone. Looking about the.-oom, I found the snail climbing up the .wall, half way to the ceiling. I stood on .1 chair, touched him gently on the head, and, in a fright, lie drew into Ms shell, and it fell from the wall into my hand. Then I took a large china dish, and put in it a nice stone from the brook. The stone, had little lichens and bits of water weeds on it. I put water in the dish. Then I set the snail on the stone. Snails like cool, moist things. My snail at once came out to see his' new home. He began to travel around it at a great rate. He crept to the water on every side. I saw that he ate the lichens. So I brought a nice young lettuce leaf, wet it, and laid it on the stone. When the snail in his journey reached it, he tcuched it with his horns. Then lie crept upon the edge of the leaf, turned sidewise, and be gan to eat fast. He seemed very hungry. He moved along the edge of the leaf, gnawing as he went. After he had eaten about a quarter of the way along the left he turned and went back, still eating. So he kept on until he had cut a deep scallop. Then he went to another place and ate out another scallop. The children said he liked scalloped let tuce. I kept the leaf wet. At first I thought the greedy little creature did nothing but eat. I found that he liked to play and was fond of travel. He would go to the edge of the water, and, holding fast to the stone, would dip his head in for a drink,-or to get it wet. "" When he did this, he drew in his horns until they could not be seen. Then he tried to cross the water and to reach the side of the dish. He would cling fast by the hind part of his body, raise his head, and stretch himself as far as he could, and try to take hold of the dish. He often fell short and tumbled into the water. But out he would come ond try again. When he succeeded, he would walk all around the rim of the dish. One night he came out, dropped to the floor, crept over the carpet, up the leg of the table, along the top, and then traveled nil over Nan's new bon net, lie tried to oat the artificial leaves on the bonnet. There I caught him in the morning. Wherever he wrent he left a thin trail like glue. I could follow his steps as you can those of a careless boy who forgets to wipe his feet. Julia Mc Nair Wright, in Holiday Magazine. A VERY SHORT LESSON. 'Oh, dear!" whined James, "I just hate to do errands. Does Sarah need the sugar right away?" "Bight away," said mamma. "She Is baking doughnuts, and wants the powdered sugar to roll them in while they are warm. Bun, dear, and get it as soon as you can." "When I get big, I'll never dt a sin gle thing that I don't. want to.-' said James, when he was back at his play once more. "It seouis little boys have to do all the mean, jobs, and it isn't fair." "But you like-, doughnuts so well, nid mamma, "and S.'unh does so many nice things for yen that I shoulfi think you would like to do errands for her once in a while. Do you think you would be happier if you only did the things you enjoy?" "fVinvKf " s.iiil .Tfliiips nrnmnf iv. "IV! I like to try that way for a Avhile.' "Well, suppose you do this week. We'll all do just things we like, and see i we get along better. I think you I 1 1 will be ready to go back to the old way before supper time, though." "Indeed I won't, mamma. That Is the best thing you could say, for I want to play in the sand pile all day at my fort without having to do a single thing. Are you sure you mean it?" "Perfectly certain, James. We will wait till you are ready to go back to the old way, if that is a month." "Nothing but bread and butter for dinner?" said 'James, in great surprise. "I'm as hungry as anything." "I told Sarah to get some other things," said mamma, buttering a slice of bread for herself, "buj she said she wanted to finish canning her berries. She hates cooking, anyway. Don't you want anything for dinner?" "Yes, please spread me some bread, mamma." "I just hate to spread bread, dear. Help yourself." "This is the afternoon of tire party, mamma," said James, watching the hands of the clock drag slowly around to three. He thought that surely he would get something besides bread and butter at the party, and he was so hungry! When he asked Sarah for a doughnut in the kitchen, she was too busy to do more than complain because he bothered her. "Is that so?"' asked mamma, with out looking up from her book. "When will you get me ready, mam ma," w ent on James, as the big hand moved a little farther. "I'm afraid I'll be late." "I don't want to stop reading," said mamma. "I thought we were to dc only the things we liked to-day, and 1 don't like to leave this comfortable chair." James went slowly to his room and began to put on his new suit by him self, but everything went wrong. A button came off, and he couldn't find his shoes, and his hands looked dirty in spite of all his efforts, and the first thing anybody knew the big tears were rolling down his cheeks.. "I want to go back to the old way. mamma," he sobbed, throwing himself down, on the floor by her side. "I didn't know how horrid it was to be selfish till to-day." "Are you sure?" asked mamma, lift ing the little head from her lap to look straight into the tearful eyes. "Do you want to do the hard jobs along with the easy ones?" "Indeed I do; and, mamma, won't you please hurry, .so I can go? I am so hungry!" "Well, well," said Sarah next day, "how-'s this? My kindling-basket is full, and I didn't have to say a word about the scraps for the chickens. I think a small boy must have had a very good time at the party yesterday." "I did, but I found out before I went that it. doesn't pay to be mean and selfish," said James. "Could I have a cooky, Sarah?" "Half a dozen if you want them,' said Sarah, heartily. "I wish all boys and girls would learn that lesson, and the world would be a lot nicer place then." Hilda Richmond, in UniteJ Presbyterian. DOUBLE BEHEADINGS. When the following words have been doubly beheaded the initials of the re maining words will spell a ceremony that takes place when a new ruler as cends the throne in any country. 1. Doubly behead a word meaning to approach and cot a word meaning expense. J. Doubly behead a word meaning to utter a loud and sudden outcry and rot ji word mo.ininc not In. 3. Doubly behead a word meaning to go out of the way and get a word meaning one of a number of lines or parts diverging from a common point or center like the radii of a circle. 4. Doubly behead a word meaning to clean anything by rubbing it and get a pronoun meaning pertaining or be longing to us. o. Doubly behead a word meaning to signify or point out and get a word meaning a brief writing Intended to assist the memory as a memorandum. 6. Doubly behead a word meaning not firm or durable and get a word meaning to be affected-with pain or uneasiness of any sort. ".Doubly behead a word meaning to relate in all particulars and get word meaning the part of an animal which terminates its body behind. 8. Doubly behead a word meaning cn edging of fine linen on the bosom of a shirt such as used to be worn and get a word meaning contrary to good in a physical sense. 0. Doubly behead a word meaning to wrinkle the brows, as in frowning, mil get a word meaning a bird. 10. -Doubly behead a word meaning a causeless and unreasonable change vr alteration and see t a word meaning substitution of "a new debt for an old cno. Answer Coronation. ew York Mad A statue of the Sumeriu King David, found at Bisniya, Babylonia, recently, is believed to date back to 4500 B. C. A Rose By Another Nam. In the long and a'mmsiag chronic! ef dramatic contretemps- none Is more ludicrous then something- of CSara Morris. It 'happened years ago, dur ing a New York run of "Camille," but it was bo far from the sort of thing tliiat is easily forgotten that Miss Morrigi still loves to tell the Btonv usually prefacing it with:. "Somewhere in the wide, wide world, there is a.n aotor and a good actor w!ho can never eat celery without thinking ot mft." Then stie explains: "la the first scene of 'Cam'llle, aar you remember, Armand takes a rosw from his1 inulstres as a love-token. But this particular night, just before we reached that point, I suddenly miss-ed the flower from its accustomed place on my breast. I In-ad to have the blossom or something for a sub stitute; the, strength of the seen hung on dt. As I talked my lines I hunted the stage with eager eyes, 'hut no ro3e was there, amd the only, pos sible something in its place wae the celery on the dinner table of the set ting:. "Any port In a storm. I moved ov er to the table. I twisted the celery tops dnto a tight bunch and I began the words: 'Take this flower. It held and caressed it will fade In an. evening.' "Armand rose to the occasion, for he managed to control himself long enough, to reply: Tt is a cold scent flower. It is a 'strange flower.'' "And I thoroughly agreed with him!" Harper's Weekly. Labor's Dawn, The toiler's day begins to dawn. Its golden morn comes gently on; Yon mountain rises from the night With helmet gilded with its light. There high appears the morning's glow. While black extends the night below. Where prowl the creatures of the dark. Where still is heard the watchdog's bark. The light that tips yon ntountaln's crest Portends the age of darkness past; That gloomy night shall lose its sway; The world of toil shall have its day. l"he clouds that clothe ' the mountain's side Begin to fall apart, divide; The day shall follow break of dawn And labor come unto its own. Shall peace not usher in the day; ' On cloud and crag shall lightning play; Shall thunder's voice the vale awake And wild the storm in fury break. Shall rather reason's ray serene With soft effulgence light tie scene, A world where love and labor reign. With peace on earth, good will to man Charles E. Milroy. - Tb Careless Writer. Oh., careless, awpercareless wight! Why dost with pen or pencil write. As either comes? And paper use 'r Without dLstlnetion. none refuse? i i Why do you like a board as well j 1 As desk inlaid with tortoise shell? j 4 Why write alike amid the bloom J Of garden and your cozy room? - ,, . In fine, lest you get somewhat mixed,- -- Why haven't you your habits fixed? Why should you? Simple! Don't' yea know That if some day fame's trump shoule blow. And some few people speak 5Tour name With loud and most admired acclaim. And from the papers came around , Reporters with a look profound And didn't find your stuff you - wrote Always upon a special "note," And used a certain kind of pen. Wrote always in your favorite "den." (Which den. of course, with artless craft. All ready, to be photographed In disarray you ever keep A state to make a housewife weep!) And all the other smart details They hand the people but in bales Why don't you know those persons bright Could not a single column write. And, missing them, most folks would say: "He ain't no lit'ry man! Go 'way." New Orleans Times-Democrat. . Murders and homicides decrease more than 2,000 in the United States in the past ten years. Lynch inss decreased one-half. All the fun of hiurging a girl is guessing whether she really means you mustn't or not. So.3-'06. UNSCONCIOUS POISONING. How It Often Happens From Coffee "I had no idea," writes a Duluth man, "that it was the coffee I had been drinking all my life that was responsi ble for the headaches which were growing upon me, for the dyspepsia that 0 medicines would relieve, ana for the acute nervousness which un fitted me not only for work but also for the most ordinary social functions. "But at last the truth dawned upon me, I forthwith bade the harmful bev erage a prompt farewell, ordered in some Postum and began to use it. The good effects of the new food drink were apparent within a very few daye. My headaches grew Jess frequent, and de creased In violence, my stomach grew strong and able to digest my food with out distress of any kind, ray nervous ness has gone and I am able to enjoy life with my neighbors and sleep sound ly o'nights. My physical strength and nerve power have increased so much that I can do double the work I used to do, snd I feel no undue fatigue af terwards. "This improvement set in just as soon as the old coffee poison had so worked out of my system as to allow the food elements in the Postum to get a hold to build me up a sain- I cheer fully testify that it was Postum and Postum Jtlone that did all this, for when I began to drink it I 'threw physic to the dogs. Name given ty Postum Co..,. Battle Creek, Mich. There's a reason. Bead the famous little book, "Tho Road to WsUville, la pkS.