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$1.00 a Year, In Advance. 3 " FOR GOD, FOR COUNTRY AND FOR TRUTH." Single Copy 5 Cent, VOL. XVII. PLYMOUTH, N, C. FRIDAY, J CNE S, 1906. NO. II. flfll lit i u J. SUPPOSE YOU Yonr burden !.i hoary, I haven't a doubt. But others have loads they must carry about. And they are not whining. Some people are glad If but half of the way Lies out of the shadow, or part of the day They see the sun shining. (Suppose you try smiling. I know you are lonely, hut other hearts ache, And bravely refuse to be hi Ivor or break Because of life's sorrow. They think of the joy in the laud far away. And hasten the slow passing hours of today With hopes of tomorrow. Suppose you try smiling. llild.t Joicey and Amy Evershed were bosom friends, according to the standard of bosom friendship that ob tains between girls in their early twen ties. They made n. point of seeing 'icti other twice or thrice every day, and spent most of the remainder of Alio twenty-four hours in writing each other effusive notes. Neither had a secret from the other. Their whole converse, viva voce or by letter, was one perpetual interchange of mutual confidences. Had you breathed to them the hint that this cxce.se of fond ness wan bound to be followed, sooner or later, by reaction that the pace, in .fact, was too warm to last they would have resented the ridiculous .suggestion with mingled indignation and amusement. And et the reaction was even then impend ins; the little rift within the lute was r-ise at hand; and a you will, probably not be sur prised to hear a man was the cause of it. The m.-in in question was Reginald Smart-Shryke, the eldest son of a neighboring squire, and heir to five or .six thousand a year. For some years .he had been friendly with both girls. Hut it was Hilda Joicey with whom he ultimately fell in Jove, to whom he proposed and by whom he was accept ed. So far all was well. Amelia Ever shed betrayed no sign of jealousy. On the contrary, she congratulated her dariing Hilda warmly on the engage ment. Hut I must get on to the little rift within the lute which I have spoken of as impending. It came about in this way: Hilda was one afternoon pour ing into Amelia's receptive ear all sorts of intimate confidences in rela tion to her .woolns by Reginald Smart Shryke. "And when he takes me in his arms and kisses me." she cried, "oh, Amelia, when he takes me in his arms and kisses me!" "Is it er very nice, Hilda?" "Nice? It is heavenly. He does it s beautifully with such such I do not know how to express it but there'3 an eloquence about it that that" "Just so," Amelia nodded, knowing ly. "To kiss like that isn't a thing that come3 all at once, either. It wants practice. And your are very lucky, my dear girl, in possessing a lover who has had such practice, and thus ac quired the art of kissing really well." i "Nonsense! You are quite in er Jror," protested Hilda rather sharply. VI am Reggie's first love. If I were not, indeed,' I should have had nothing to say to him. I am not the sort of girl, as you know very well, who cares to be one of a multitude. I must be either a man's flrst and only love, or nothing." "In that -so? Well, I confess you sur prise me." rejoined Amelia, raising her eyebrows. "For my part, I'd much rather be a man's last love than his tirst. In fact, it's only his last love that ever comes to anything. His first is usually dissipated on some impos sible person. It is with them that he gets the practice and experience, by which ht learns how to make love and kiss effectively, and" "I really think you must have gone mad, Amelia." "Oh, nonsense. It's like golf or cro quet. There's no fun in playing with a beginner to whom you yourself have to teach the rudiments of the game. ()ive me a man who knows as much as, or more about it, than I do!" "And how much do you know about it, pray, considering that you never have never had any experience of a lover?' icmauded Hilda, with ail the superiority of an engaged girl. Amelia Everslied smiled, enigmatic ally. "Ob, I know what I know," she .said. "I've bad my little experiences with men, in a probationary sort of way, just to keep my hand in against tile time when air. Right (as servant galclom styles him) comes along. "Whenever an opportunity has come my way, I have sei.ed it, and made the most of it. And I always found (which brings mo back to where we started) that those men who had pre vious practice and experience made much the best lovers. Bumblepuppy at bridge is bad enough; but from Bumblepuppy in love-making may the saints deliver me! "Have I not spoken good practical ep? Would you find you Reggie's ptalns so acceptable if he wtre not an ANGLING FOR A RISE. TRY SMILING. This funny old world Is a mirror, yon know. Turn Us wav with a sneer, or face of a foe. Anil you will see trouble. But meet it with laughter and looks full of cheer. And back will come sunshine and love true and dear. Your blessings to double, is Suppose you try smiling. All places are open to those who are glad. Too many lack courage, too many are sad. Those near you need cheering. So sing with your burden, the way is not long. And If you look upward your heart will grow strong. And skies will be clearing. Suppose you try smiling. Youth's Companion. expert at it? You know you wouldn't." "I tell you Reggie is not an expert he has had no previous practice in making love," exclaimed Hilda, al most crying with indignation at the idea. "No?" There was a note of amused incred ulity in the interrogation. Moreover, brief as it was, it seemed to Hilda to be pregnant with sinister meaning. "I don't understand you, Amelia," she flashed out. "You are hiding something from me. You know noth ing against Reggie?" "Against him? Far from it. I know nothing about that handsonn and eminently agreeable young man but what is entirely to his credit. If he has practised and made himself perfect, that is all in his favor. And you, who have entered into the fruits of his practice, ought to corn-mend him for it most of all." "I tell you, again, he has never practised. You have no right to say such a thing. You know he hasn't, Amelia." "Do I?" Amelia smiled provokingly, as she uttered these two words, with the air of one who could, and she would, throw a good deal of light on the sub ject under discussion. "What are you driving at, Amelia? You must tell me what you mean by these odious covert insinuations. Do you know of any girl to whom Reggie has made love before he became en gaged to me? If so. who is she? I insist on a plain answer." "Oh, nonsense, Hilda," interposed Amelia, with amused contempt. "Don't make such a ridiculous fuss about nothing. Talk about a storm in a teacup! This is a veritable hurricane in a thimble. Your Reggie has been like other young men, that's all. Leave it at that, and don't talk any more rubbish about insisting upon particu lars. For one thing. I don't admit that I know any particulars. For another, if I did, I shouldn't tell tales out of school. And now, let us change the subject." But Hilda was not in a frame of mind in which she would acquiesce in being thus cavalierly put off. "You do know something," she cried, furiously, "and you shall tell me, Ame lia." "I shan't," said Amelia Evershed, pursing up her lips, with a determined air. "You shall you shall, I say," ejac ulated Hilda, more and more furious. "My dear child, do keep calm. I ab solutely decline to say any more about the matter. More especially as I have promised, but there," she broke off, hastily, with some slight appearance of confusion, as though she had been almost betrayed into making an un guarded admission, "let us consider the subject finally closed." But Hilda's keen per ption, ren dered keener by rabid jealousy, had not missed Amelia Evershed's hastily checked slip of the tongue, with its attendant signs of confusion, and with eyes blazing and cheeks aflame she was down on it like a thousand of bricks. "Minx! Traitress! I see how it is. Reggie has has been making love to you!" "Pshaw! What has put such a fool ish notion into your head?" replied Amelia, with affected amusement at the absurd imputation. But she avoided looking Hilda In the face as she said it, and Hilda was not slow to mark the omission. "It is true. I can see it is true," she cried, in furious accents. "Deny it, madam, if you oan." "I am not going to stop here to be insulted in this way by any such ridic ulous accusations," retorted Amelia Evershed, evidently glad of an excuse for terminating the interview. "Good by, Hilda. When next I meet you, I hope you'll be in your right mind again." And she took her departure. Hilda went up to her bedroom and cried for two hours and three-quarters. But the tears brought her no relief. Tears of anger never do. Besides, while brooding thus alone, her jeal cus suspicious had magnified them selves to an astonishing extent. She saw a secret understanding be tween her Reggie and Amelia. She saw herself betrayed, in her tenderest affections, by one whom she had sup posed her most faithful and devoted friend. She saw her lover's heart stol en away from her, and her whole life laid waste and desolate by the ser pentine wiles of that diabolical minx. All this she saw, and a hundred other things besides. When Hilda came down to tea she found her brother Philip just returned from business. He saw at once by her red and swollen eyes, that something was the matter. He asked her what it was. Then out it all came. "All," do I say? Yes, far more than all. Philip who was a good brother, was greatly aroused and perturbed by the tale of his sister's wrongs. "Something going on between Smart Shryke and Amelia Evershed," he ex claimed. "Tut-tut! It it is too out rageous. I can can hardly believe it either of him or of her." "But it is true!" cried out Hilda, clenching her hands excitedly, "she as good as confessed it to me. I don't blame Reggie so much disloyal and perfidious as he has been. It is more that snake Amelia's fault than his. She has beguiled him to his downfall, like her congenial prototype in the Garden of Eden." After tea, Philip put on his hat, and, with a determined air, sallied forth. Hilda had no doubt from his manner that he had gone to demand an explan ation from Reginald Smart-Shryke. It was three good hours before he came back. Hilda looked up at him anxiously. "Well?" she inquired. "It is all right," answered her broth er, smiling. W'hat do you mean by 'all right?'" "I mean it is as I half suspected from . the first. There has been an egregious mistake. Amelia Evershed doesn't care twopence for Smart Shryke, and there has never been any thing between them." "Reggie has told you this?" "No; I haven't seen Smart-Shryke. I have been to Amelia's. She has told me." "Ah! I'm astonished at your having done that, Philip; still more at your having allowed yourself to be deceivet' by that minx's plausible and interested lies. For, of course, she would tell you that she was innocent,. But " "Half a moment, Hilda. She has not only told me that she cares noth ing whatever for SmarfShryke, but she has also given me incontrovertible evidence of the fact." "Evidence? What evidence?" "She has promised to marry me." "Why id you make me so unhappy by all those false insinuations against Reggie?" cried Hilda Joicey at the next meeting with Amelia Evershed, shedding tears of mingled reproach and joy ' upon the other's bosom. "Why did you pretend that he had been making love to you? You did it in jest, I suppose to get a rise out of me. But it was a cruel, cruel joke, oh my.melia." "I did it, I confess, to get a rise, but not out of you out of some one else," said Amelia, smiling. "Out of whom, then? I do not un derstand you. "Out of that very procrastinating admirer of mine, your brother Philip," said Amelia Evershed. Truth. Troubles of a "Faculty Wife." The wife of a young instructor who has $800 to $1000 a year must do her own housework, and can hardly offer her friends even tea and thin bread and butter. She is probably gently bred, often college trained, almost al ways plucky and independent. Even if she could leave the baby, she will not, after the first year or so, accept a great deal of hospitality while the pleasure of returning it is entirely out of reach. Nor is there in this any commercial element of social barter. She simply knows that friendships may be spoiled t)y having all the fa vors on one side, and wisely avoids the danger. She keeps her friends, and has, probably, a pleasant neigh borhood life, but that does not prevent her missing the larger opportunities. Carried on in various lines, this cer tainly makes a "difference," and the difference is felt the more keenly just because of the general democracy of sentiment, and because a faculty of say 250 members may easily embrace all the degrees between a two-maid establishment with wine-cellar at tachnient, and a no-maid establish ment with corn meal mush for dinner and salt-cellar attachment. The At lantic. An Indian's Love for His Dog. Colonel Holden of the Fort Gibson Post, who sympathizes with everybody in hard luck, printed this letter from Richard Benge, a Cherokee, whose pack of trail hounds has often made music among the Fort Gibson hills: "Will you please let me have a small space in your paper? I won't write much. I just want to tell you old 'Drum,' my good oid dog, is dead. Ha died of I don't know what only he just got sick and died. Poor old Drum is dead and gone where all good dogs go. I feel sorter lonesome since old Drum died, for I've only old Spot and Mues left. Old Drum was the best. When he barked you knowed it was a 'possum or a coon. Old Spot is all right, but he won't bark, just wags bis tail." Kansas City Journal. ANIMAL TAMING SECRET BY NO MEANS THE MYSTERIOUS ART SOME "PEOPLE THINK. Wild Beasts and Birds Quick to Dis cover When the Law Protects Them. Ability of Animals to Take Care of Themselves When They're Hunted by Man. "The taming of animals, and es pecially our common birds and mam mals, is by no means such a mysteri ous art as many persons suppose it to be," said G. Alden Loring, who has aerved as field naturalist . for the United States Biological Survey and the Smithsonian Institution. "Most animals respond quickly to kind treat ment. "Once assured of our friendliness they seek our company, build their homes near ours and visit our grounds in search of food. Sometimes they become so confiding that they enter our houses, take food from our fingers and even perch on our hands. "But if we hunt them and do all we can to destroy them their attitude to ward us is just the reverse. They take to the open fields and forests and arc ever on the alert for danger. "Probably there are no better illus strations of the ability of some ani mals to take care of themselves once they understand that we are their enemies than the cases of the red fox, woodchuck and common crow. Here we have three creatures that have been persecuted from the time when the country was first, settled, yet within the last decade, despite the wonderful improvements in firearms, traps, etc., their numbers have not become smaller in the least, while others of greater strength but weak er minds have been exterminated. "What has been the result of the warfare against these animals? It has served to make them specialists in the art of self-preservation, and to day Br'er Fox and Jim Crow have the reputation of being two of the smartest creatures living. "It might surprise many of the Central Park visitors to know that the little bunnies that take nuts from their hands and perch on their shoulders while eating them are so fearful of man in many other parts of the country that without the ut most' stealth and caution the hunter cannot approach within shooting dis tance. "Why are the squirrels so tame in Central Park, and so shy in other places? Simply because they are fed in one place and hunted in others. If the Central Park squirrels were hunted, they, too, would become wild in a remarkably short time. "To a certain extent the same is true with all animals we make them our trie ids or our enemies. That animals are quick to discover and take advantage of a closed season has been proved by the deer in the Adirondacks and the Western States. All the guides and mountaineers who live in a deer country must protect their gardens with wire netting, else the deer would soon ruin them. 'As soon as the hunting season opens and several shots have been fired few deer are seen near houses, and from that time until the season closes they are as shy as hawks. "To appreciate fully what can be accomplished by protecting animals we have only to turn to the Yellow stone National Park and compare the foal.ts of the animals living there with the habits of their kin who live In the country just beyond the boun daries of the park. Most striking of all is the change that has occurred (n the habits of the bears that have become Uncle Sam's wards. "The sportsman who has hunted bears in the Jackson's Hole country, just outside the park, knows that Bruin is one of the most difficult of all largo game to approach. Both his eight and his hearing are defective, but if you wish to get within rifle thot of him you mush take advantage af the wind, elae he will surely get scent of you and your chances of see 'ng him again that day, unless you have a pack of good bear dogs, is 6mall indeed. "But in the Yellowstone Park, ivherc hunting has not been permit led for years, the bears have lost all (ear of man. They have become so lame that it is one of the sights of the park to visit the garbage dumps tear the hotels and watch the bears feeding in the evening. "Some of the huge good natured unites get impatient as the wagons tarrying the refuse barrels approach, fend without waiting for the drivers (o dump the barrels climb into the back of a cart and in their efforts to Uppease theier hunger tip over the barrels, with results that do not add to the dignity of their appearance, "Yet the park bears do not at tack man newspaper stories to the contrary notwithstanding. The worst sin charged against them is the oc casional mixing up of a camper's out fit during his absence. "Other animals in the park are al most, equally tame. Mountain sheep saunter up the slopes as the tourists approach, occasionally pausing to look back. Large bands of elk divide in order to let the stages pass, and on the parade ground of the fort and the lawns about the hotels mule deer feed without displaying the least sign of timidity. "In Biscayne Bay and on Lake Worth, Florida, the winter tourists have recently begun to feed the scaup ducks that winter in the South in immense numbers. It is a com mon sight to see small pleasure craft passing in and out among the flocks, the tourists lossing bits of food to the ever watchful birds which scram ble for it. Sometimes they even swim alongside the boats and take food from' one's hand. "These, remember, are the same ducks that a few months later will be on their way to their Northern breeding grounds. Ask a hunter on Long Island Sound how close you can get in a skiff to a flock of scaup ducks. He will tell you that if you succeed in sculling within long shooting range of a flock once out of twenty attempts you will be doing well. "Last year a iaw went into effect that prohibits the shooting of ducks after the first of January. The result was that in many of the small vil lages situated on streams and rivers ducks spent the winter within a stone's throw of houses along the bank and in many instances the resi dents actually fed them. "Circumstances sometimes cause a bird or a mammal to commit acts that it would never do under more favorable conditions. For instance, last winter severe cold weather clos ed Cayuga, Seneca and other lakes in New York State and deep snow cov ered the ground. "The gulls were compelled to seek the open rivers, and the crows came to the barns and the suburbs of the cities and villages. The pangs of hunger seemed to dull their sense of fear to such an extent that they were willing to risk being killed rather than starve. "An animal loving Justice of the Peace who lives on the banks of the Susquehenna River in a village up the State came to their aid. From December until the weather moder at ;l he ran a free lunch counter on the edge, of the ice within fifty feet of his house, and fed several crows and a flock of gulls that called daily for their meals. "But it is not necessary to wait for cold weather to tame animals. Any one living in the country can, by plac ing food at a distance and gradually bringing it nearer' and nearer the house, draws the birds and animals close to his sitting room window. Then by patient waiting a few of them, the chickadees, white breasted nuthatches and squirrels, can be en ticed into the house, to be educated further, according to your will. "If you befriend the birds and mam mals in this way yon will soon dis cover that much heretofore inex plicable influence ever animals is simply the result of kind treatment and knowledge of their habits." New York Sun. HOW CHOCTAWS HUNT DEER. Hounds Run Animal to Cover and Indian Kills it With Stone. A better illustration, according to the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, of the primitive methods of the Choctaw In dian hunters could not be given than the following story, as told by eye witnsses of the feat: A squad of huntsmen had been hunting nearly six hours one day, just before the first fall of snow. The mountain's and valleys were covered by a heavy frost. A deer which had evidently been shot had just passed down the mountain and headed for the creek half a mile below. The hun ters followed the scent as fast as pos sible. Reaching the heavy growth of brush and trees which swept the bank of the stream, they saw a young In dian riding right toward the creek, Several hounds were baying, and when they approached closer they saw that the dogs had run the deer to cover. He was a beauty, and pre sented a grand sight as he backed into the creek from the great red rocks, with the pack of hungry In dian dogs following him and barking loudly. The Indian quickly sprang from his pony and picked up a stone about, the size of a baseball. He drew taek deliberately, just like a crack baseball pitcher, and then hurled tho stone through the air. It struck the deer squarely between the eyes and down the anisial feil in a foot of water. Like a cat, Quick Eye, as the Indian was called, rushed to its side and pulled the dogs off. Thj stone had done its work. As though it wa3 a usual occurrence, the Indian pick'. d up the carcass, tossed it over hia shou'der and carried it to hi.i horse, alter which he rode toward hia home. Fodder and the Forum. J. W. Wbitaker, a tiller of the soil, left two wivks ago to study under the guidance of a noted lawyer. After being back some time and failing tc get a o30 wont to the farm again, fully convinced that there is nioro fodder in the fields than in the law i biz Kiel Evolution. THE POINT OF VIEW. They eat before the kitchen rang?, The corn whs bobbing In the pan, She was a sweet and loving lass, He was a brave but bushful man. For full n rear on her he'd railed An looked the love be bore the tnq tut stin it seemed he never would Jicclare himself without her aid. Ko weary of the long delay. A hint resolved to give to him, Sh said. "Look at the frisky corn! J do declare it's popping jiin ! "It's popnin', ponnin", Jim! Dear me: "ii.ir iti ir renin-, don t you know t lie blushed and rose. "I guess," said "It's tollin' me it's time to go!" Henry Waldorf Francis, in Woman's Companion. nJNNTSlDtoFUl 'I'm sorry she refused, old n "How do you know she did?" "E body says she's such a sensible f Cleveland Leader. "Did I understand you to say they aro related?" "Merely business way. He married into family." Milwaukee Sentinel. "So Mtiltim, the trust magnate retired from business, has he? much do you suppose he cleaned "Everything in sight but his rec Chicago Tribune. "There is no short cut to fame marked the Wise Guy. "How a the upper cut?" suggested the Si Mug, looking up from the spo page. Philadelphia Record. "I feel the poetic fire," he "That's all right," replied his but it won't do for warming purp Better go out and order a toi coal." Atlanta Constitution. "What is your preference for national plant?" "Well, if the lar mark is to be our national si think our national plant should b mint." Baltimore American. Overheard at Palm Beach. Newritch Is your husband fon piscatorial pursuits? Mrs. M? quick No, he spends all his tin fishin'. Philadelphia Record. The Rejected Do you refuse on account of my poverty or 01 count of myself? The Rejectn Neither it's wholly on my owx count. Cleveland Plain Dealer, i "Of course, Rounder led a very life." "Yes; he's going from ba worse." "Ah! you haven't h then, that he's not expected to lii "Yes, I have." Philadelphia Pre! Mr. Stoplate Oh, Miss Tersf that air you just played takes back to my mother's knee! Tersleep Will she spank you staying out so late? Cleveland J er. "Well, well, there goes Miss St When I saw her last she was p as a bachelor girl. That's her ho "All that's changed now. She drc the hobby for a hubby." Philade' Press. "Yes, de professor an' me pi a duet on de orgen wunst," "Y "Yes, me. Wrhen I stopped, stopped." "But you don't know key from another." "Sure not. de pumpin'." Cleveland Plain er. "Sometimes," said uncle Eber. 'pears to me like a reformer wra o" deshere people dat has to talk hours an' a half to 'spress one o d commandments. An' dar warn' dispute 'bout dat in de firs' plac Washington Star. "You said some time ago you going to retire from politics." answered the man with a good "but the statement attracted so attention I concluded I could where I was without being noU Washington Star. "Here is another question ought to be brought before Congr said the earnest citizen. "My sir," answered Senator Sorg "Consress now has all the dues' it can take care of. What" it r is some answers." Washington 'These editors are hard to pie "What's the matter now?" "They to send back my stuff because could'nt read it. "You ought to i typewriter." T did, and now they ' it back because they can rea What's a fellow to do?" Philade Ledger. "The boss insists upon our em ing his son here, and it's as much can do to keep him idle," said the editor. "Idle?" remarked his fr "You mean busy, don't you?" ' don't. If I kept him busy it would three or four other men busy coi. ins his mistakes." Philadelphia P His Lurid Style. The Lady Interviewer And brought that lovely parrot from th fated ship? What a beauty? Do talk at all? I The Sailor Man (embarrassed if E-r-yes, quite a bit, mum, but not publercation! Brooklyn Life. I t
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