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OXFORD, N. C., DECEMBER 21,1883.
(VOL. IX. NO 31.
To the Business PuMc.
The Friend visits about FOUR
SUNDBFJ) Fost-Offices North
Carolina^ thus giving advertisers the
advantage oj a general circulation.
ORGANIZATION OF THE OR
PHAN ASFIiVin.
J. H. Vtt.t.s—Superintendent.
Hiss E . M. Hack—Teacher of Third
Form, Boys.
Miss Lxtla Martin—Teacher Third
Forfb, Girls.
Miss M. F. Jordan—Second Form,
Boys.
MTfia Caroline Pettigrew—Second
Form, Girls.
Mbs. Jordan—First Form, Boys.
Mbs. Walker—Firit Form, Girls.
Miss V. V. Walton—Vocal Music and
Drawing.
Mbs. Rives—Hospital.
Mrs. Hutchinson-Boys’ Sewing
Boom.
Mrs. Fowler—Girls’ Sewing Boom.
Mths M. E. McPheetebs-In charge
of Dining Booms.
SPECIAL. DVTIES.
GIRLS.
Chapbl—Cosby, Broadway and Mattie
Piland.
Chapel TiAMPs—E. Kelly.
•^A-PBL Stove—Douglasa and A
eith.
CE—H. Erwin.
4.BY AND Bell—L. Hudgins.
,s—Boyd, M. Gabriel, Toung.
R.—Hood, Johnson, E. Wright,
R,—Beddingfield, Bivins, HiU,
Hatch, Powers, Watson.
SH—Lee. .
•oiler—TufFord, S. Barfield.
Water Shed—Haywood, Woodhouse
Pigs—Grady, Holmes.
Milkers—Mason, L. Hatch.
Girls’ Sewing Boom—Knox.
Boys’ Sewing Room—M. Hutchinson.
BOYS.
Cook Boom—Tate, Chambers.
T. D. R.—D. Eatliffe.
C. D. B.—Prichard, McLeod, P. White,
Lera Lynch. Haywood, E. Woody.
Boiler—W. Lynch, Haywned.
Lamp-Lighter—Gibson.
Cow BOYS—G. Poteat, Grady, W. Mc-
Guire.
Mule Boys—Parker, Austin, Wilson,
Jackson, Butler.
Hog Boys—Presson, C. Poteat.
Pig Boys—Cosby, Fowler.
Matt. BoY-B. Poteat.
THE FIESI CHRISTMAS MOEN-
IN&.
BY CUTHBEBT BEDE, B. A.
Not those in soft apparel
Was the Savior first made known;
Not to noble, or to high-born,
Not to courtiers round a throne;
Not to kings orroightymonarchs.
Was (he King of kings revea ed,
But to poor and lowly shepherds
- In the lonely pasture field.
It was toward the dawn of morning,
Ei-e the earliest streak of light;
And those holy men were watching
Through the watches of the night;
Warm and white the walks were ly-
Guarded by the shepherd band,
And the night hung like a curtain
O’er that old Judean land.
Blazing brightly in the darkness.
As they lay upon the sward,
A glory shining round them
Like the glory of the Lord;
And a wing’d and radiant Angel,
With a halo round his head,
Stood among the startled shepherds,
Bowed and aw’d with holy dread.
Spake the angel: “Lo ! to all men
Jo^ul tidings now I bring :
For to you in David,s city,
This day is horn a King—
The Christ, the Lord, the Saviour 1—
And this sign shall meet your
eyes:
The babe, enwrapp’d m swaddling
clothes.
Within a manger, lies,”
On a sudden, with the Angel
Were shining spirit throngs,
And they woke the sleeping echoes
With their joyous carol songs
“To God on high, be glory I
Good will and peace on earth ?
And in awe the shepherds listened
To the angels’s sacred mirth.
Then thej rose, nor feared, nor trem
bled,
And to David’s city sped;
And they found the Infant Saviour,
Lying as the Angel said.
His palace was a stable.
And a manger was his throne;
And to lowly shepherd courtiers
Was the Kingdom of Heaven made
known.
O that we, too, like the shepherds,
Might trust the Angel’s word,
And in that cradled infant
Behold our Christ and Lord ;
Then should we, too, like the shep
herds.
Praise God for all these things;
AnH in his uncrowned manhood
Behold the “King of kings.
A CHEI5TMAS STOEI.
BY ERNEST GILMORE.
‘Come, grandpa, tell; us a
story, please, a real Christmas
story,’ coaxed Charlie.
‘I gues my story’’bag is
about emptied,’laughed grand
pa, mischievously.
‘No, no, I know better.
Tell us one, grandpa,’ added
Ned.
‘Oae that r©ally|happened,’
echod Fanny.
Grandpa was sittinglin a
roomy, softly-cushioned arm
chair, such a chair^Ias loving,
cheerful old people love be
cause it holds 80 many little
folks—so, after lifting little
Bess on one knee^and Fanny
on the other, he still found
room on the arm of the'chair
for Charlie, while Ned found
a place on a stool by the dear
old knees, and grandpa^,be
gan:
‘Years ago,—about twenty,
I think.’ —and he looked ro
guishly at his daughter_,a pret
ty girl of ten who was accustom
to have many delightful talks
with her mother in a sunny,
roomy sitting-room. The
little girl was only a frolic
some, round-faced child, but
she was a little woman for all
that, and you would have
thought she was l«er mother’s
sister could you have heard
her talk for, young as she was
hor mother made a compan
ion of her, (and it would be a
wise thing if more mother’s
followed her example.) The
day before Christmas she was
out driving with her mother
(they were talking about
what they could consistently
spare for the poor, for Mrs.
E—was very generous, and
many presents of clothing and
food found their way to the
humble abodes of the desti
tute, from her hand,) and saw
just before them, at a street
crossing, an atom of a girl
witn pinched, woe-begon face,
tangled hair and tattered
clothes, and a rough basket
in her blue hands,
‘Oh, Mamma, do look at
that poor little girll’ said ten
del hearted Lina. ‘Please
stop.’
‘Same name as my Mam
mals,’ mattered Bess.
‘Mamma, halted. The child
said that her mamma was sick
and suffering. That she had
no money to procure bread for
her family, that she had two
brothers and a little sick sister,
'rhat Dickie swept crossings
and sometimes sold papers,
tliat Ned was too little to
work, and that she sold pins
and needles whenever any
one would buy.
‘I need some, Mamma; let
us buy some please;’ begged
Lina.
‘Mamma smiled and asked
the child where she lived.
‘No. 54 Crosby Lane,’
plied the wafo.
Some people called this
good Christian lady eccentric,
and perhaps you would have
have thought so. She was
80. For, although she was
very handsomely clad, she
threw back the lap robe and
said: ‘Jump
and we’ll Ciiry you home.’
‘The child hesitated, and
well she might, lor she had
never had a ride, and not too
many kind words offered
from richly dressed people.
either,
‘Lina called, ‘Come, little
girl, have a sleigh-ride.’
There was no resisting the
sweet voiced girl,:80 the child
timidly entered the sleigh.
Linars mamma tucked the
robe about the child and "ask
ed her to direct the way home.
When they arrived^there they
found tisat the child had^ told
the truth, although her poor
little words had but inade
quately described the desola
tion of that poverty stricken
abode. The mother sketched
her bistory briefly— few
words, but oh, bow suggetive
of the sufferings of the very
poor. The listener’s sympa
thy was thoroughly aroused
and the pitying tears were
not restricted, but they made
tbeir call very brief, for they
found tbatthe family were on
the verge of starvation. Mrs.
E drove to a grocery and
ordered provisions sent, then
driving quickly homewird,
she sent Michael with coal for
immediate use and Biddy
with some boiling hot soup.
‘Shure, and its coal it’ll be
before I get there I’m af-
ther tbinkin.’
‘Never mind Biddy, it will
taste good to starving children
if it isn’t hot’
‘They searched that night
for clothing, and a well filled
basket found its way to the
shivering little ones next
morning, which comforted
tender little forms and caus
ed sad little hearts to become
happy, and Lina carried all
the money she bad saved for
a Paris doll and gave it to the
poor woman with a ‘Merry
Christmas.’ The woman’s
vo.ee trembled as she held
lier thill hand on the giver’s
flossy head murmuring, Thank
you, dear, thank you. 1 can
not give you any return, but
God will, for ‘inasmuch as
you have done it unto th(3
least of these, you have done
it unto me.’
‘She was a seet ittle diri. I
wis I tould play wis her, said
Bess.
'Yes, and so very generous,’
added Fanny. T wish
could have known her, did
you know her, grandpa?’
‘Yes, slightly,’ laughed be
‘And did sbe livel’
‘Live, I guess sbe did, and
sbe has tour great children of
her own now,bull don^t know
whether they would be wil
ling to give up Paris dolls or
not.’
‘Ob, Grandpa, does she
live in Fairfield, and will you
show her to-us when we come
to visit youf
‘I can gratify you now, it
you are very curious, look
over there.’
Over by the drop-light sat
mamma, blushing and smiling.
‘Oh, Grandpa Emerson, is
it our own mamma you’ve
been telling us about?"'
‘Yes,mamma's the very girl.’
Such hugs and kisses as
mamma received then caused
grandpa to clap his hands in
glee. Just ihen, Mr. Howard
entered the hall, stamping the
snow from his boots. One
child brought the boot-jack,
another his slippers, while lit
tle Bess dragged his gown
along. The sunny tempered
father, who usually caugbt up
hh baby daughter and gave
her six bites (?) for her attend
tion, now-looked very sober
and on Christinas eve, too
Wh t could be the matter?
Bess was angry and turned
her back, grandpa inquired:
‘What^sthe trouble, George?’
Mr. Howard held his slip
pered feet up to the warm
grate an i said: ‘As I sat in
ray. office, this afternoom, a
man applied for a porter’s sit
uation—having as ma^y al
ready as I needed, I answer
ed him accordingly, but as
he turned to leave, he gave
me such a disparing look,that
it bauts me yet; as he left the
ou-er door his foot slipped and
his ankle and elbow were
both badly sprained. As I
was just about to come home,
the cutter stood waiting for
me, so I had Jerry heh' le
li'thimand we carried u. i
home—if one could call t) .)
dismal, uncarpeted attic r' u. i
by such a name. It wj ;
^canfly furnished Indei a .
I saw w’^aa a rickety table,two
forlorn chairs and a cradle
that looked as if it might have
de?eaded from Noah—and it
was such a weary way up, up
the long flights of close
stairs, and so isolated from
warm human life and the glo -
rious sun, that it seemed a
very prison house. Well, we
laid our burden down on a
low apology of a bed, for
there was no bedstead. Just
here there was a suspicious
dimness in and about Mr
Howards^s eyes which called
Bess to relent, so she rubbed
her little soft hand over his
face, saying :
‘Who hurted ou, dear papa?
Naughty man to make ou
cry ’
‘A woman sat there stitch
ing by a flickering, waning
l imp, looking so weary and
hopeless, that my heart sob
bed for her. A weekly child
moaned in the cradle and four
others bung about the room.
Jerry brought a physician
and he cared for the sore
limbs,and I promised the poor
fellow (who the doctor said
was a worthy man) work
when he will be able to do it,^
‘And ni warrant that’s not
all you did, eh George?’ quer-
u-d grandpa
‘Well, I left a trifle of change
with the haggared-faced
mother, but what’s that, whe
the little things are almost
naked, nnd Christmas eve,
too ’
‘Mamma,’ spoke up Fanny,
‘why cant we make up a
Christmas basket, just as you
did . nd give the poor child
ren a merry Christmas?’
‘Ob, yes, do,’ chimed thf3
boys.
‘And I’ll div my pretty
woolly dog,’ added Bess.
‘That’s just it, my generous
little flock,’ said papa. ‘We
camint do too much on
Chriatmass for God’s poor,
after His great gift (oi that
day, of all-days- What was
it Bess?’
‘His only son,’ lisped Bes .
T’llbe a captain,’ said Mara
ma- ‘Now disband and see
what trophies you can com
mand.’ Fifteen minutes later
and a clothes basket was
brought into the hall and all
met to deliverer their treas
ures. ‘Yours first, Bess,’ so
Bess laid in the bottom of the
basket a china doll, which has
lost an arm and a leg. ‘She’s
dot a pity face, she comment
ed. A woolly dog next, des
titute of ears-.-a torn picture
book and the remains of a box
of buiibing blocks, Fanny
and Charlie laughed, and Ned
said, ‘you just take ;;those
old things out, Bess
Howard* But Papa, said,
‘leavethem alone,they'll please
poor children who have no
toy,’ and Bessindignently ex
claimed. ‘You need not laugh
I dess I dot somefine else--"
somefia new, too,’and uncov*-
ering her apron, she revealed
her pretty new scarlet mittens
which .she had carried to bed
lor three nights, she loved
them so. ‘Mammas own child,’
murmered Grandoa, while
Mamma asked, ‘Why Bess,
dear, what will you do for mit
tens?’ ‘Let me div”em to the
poor cold little dirl Mamma,
dear, my hands are warm.’
Mr. and Mrs, Howard ex
changed glances uiHerstand-
ingly, and gave their consent.
Ciiarlie put in a great package
i.i Sunday School papers
•They’ll be so nice for the
boys to read in that lonely
room,’ he said, following them
by a pretty cap which bad
grown too small, a slate with
out a frame, a penknife, two
oranges, ‘and Mother,’ he
whispered, ‘Grandpa gave me
fifty cents to buy what I liked
may I give them that?’ His
mother consented. Fanny
gave a worn plaid dress, a box
of dolls, a small tea set and a
warm hood. Ned gave an
outgrown overcoat (so much
better than to leave it for
moths to corrupt), a testament
and a box of boubonsw Grand"
pa put in oranges and grapes
which he had brough from
home, and Mrs. Howard put
the finishing touch by addinit
a comfortable, lined wrapper
of her own, s; rae outgrown
flannels, a hhinket, some
stockings, Avd sundry other
thiiiga,
‘Shure and I tliought tlie
• basket would be after breaking
wid ail that load,’ shouted fat
rick, upon his return Better
that the basket should break
than the hearts,oh, Pat ? ’ an
swered Mr. Howard. ‘Yes,
yes,’ asserted Pat ‘much better
God bless ye air ’
dSteeeSt imSsT
A t ranch geographer ha» bes n
coQgtracting a long table show
ing diflerent rates of progression
He has reduced the different
rates to the number of yards per
second.
A i»an walking 3 miUs
itour moves at the rate of IJ
yards per second, A ship going
at 9 knots an hour moves about
5 yards per second, and an ordi
ry wind at about 6 yards, while
a “fresh breeze’’ has a speed of
II yards per second.
A race-horse trotting makes
13 yards and galloping 16i yards
per second, while an express train
60 miles an hour, doe -s about 29
—about the same rate as a
tempest—and a carrier pigeon
19J yards.
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heartburn, malarial affections, kidney
disease, liver complaint and other
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Brown’s Iron Bitters and see how
greatly it will benefit you. It surpass
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of the blood and a perfect regulator of
the various bodily functions. Ask
your drugists.
THREE CONUNDRUMS.
’Twas Harry who the silence broke :
“Miss Kate, why are you like a tree?’
“Because—because I’m bo’rd, she
spoke.
“Oh, no; because you’re woo’d.” said
I e.
“Why are you like a tree? ” said she.
“I have a—^heart?” he asked so low.
Her answer made the young man red.
“Not that—^you’re sappy, don’t you
know?”
“Once more, she asked, “why are ["you
now
A tree?” He couldn’t quite per
ceive.
“Trees leave sometimes, and make a
bough,
“And you can always bow—and
leave! ”
FEI&HTBNED TO DEATH.
There are foolish persons
who think it a joke to point a
gun at people. Others look
upon it as a good joke to
frighten a child or a woman,
'fhey are too brainlesj to re-
fleet tliat the “lun'' m vy mean
committing a homicide. The
London Daily News mentions
a “joke"’ which had a latal ter
mination, and comments upon
it as follows: “A girl of
eighteen named Harriet Eth
erington, has just been frigh
tened to death at Brockley,
“She was walking on a
oiiely road beside a cemete
ry, when a man with some
thing white round his face
flew out at her.-*
“Probably the neighbor
hood of the graves may have
disposed her to be readily
alarmed. She went home,
told her story, and fell down
dead at her father's table.
“There is a class of idiots
w ho think it amusing to play
on the nerves of women in
this manner.
“To be frightened terribly
b}- a person in a hideous dis
guise who leaps out suddenly
in the dark, a girl need not be
superstitious, or inclined to
bt.-liev8 in churchyard spec
tres.
“Tiie suddenness of the at
tack might startle a man of
sironge nerve for a moment.
To a girl,still more to a child,
su.h an attack may mean
simple murder.”
APAETHIAN AESOW- .
Sarcasm can he made to
weigh a ton to the square
itich, if its author takes time
to consider and take aim be
fore making the shot In this
case the'provocalion was suf
ficient, and the punishment
well-deserved.
On a Lake Shore train go
ing into Detriot the other day
Was a newly married couple,
the bride appearing to be’
about twenty five years old
and the groom being a dap
per little chap a year or two
younger. A lady who came
aboard at Wyandotte took a
seat just ahead, and, after a
tew minutes, she heard the
pair criticising her bonnet and
general style. Without show
ing the least resentment in her
countenance, she turned
around in her seat and said.--
“Madam, will you have
your son close the window
behind you?”
The “son’’ closed his mouth
instead, and ' the “madam^
didn^t giggle again for sixteen
miles.—Free Press.
Mi-s, Margaret M, Pope, Rich Square
N. 0., says: “Brown’s Iron Bitters
jjas restored my strengtli and given me
hearty appetite.”
    

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