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It If " f inn H X Democracy Our Banner Truth Our Standard. CAETHAGE, MOOKE COUNTY, N. G, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 25. 1884. NO. 16. MOORE i " a - ; ' . . i YOL. Ill- A f r THE UNSEEN BATTLE-FIELDi There is an unseen battle field In every human breast: t Where two opposing forces meet, And where they seldom rest. The field is veiled from mortal sight ; 'Tis only seen by One Who knows alone where victory lies When each day's fight is done. One army clusters strong and fierce, "Their chief of demon form ; His brow is like the thunder-cloud, His voice the bursting storm. His captains, Pride, and Lust, and Hate, Whose troops watch night and day, Swift to detect the weakest point, And thirsting for the fray. Contending with this mighty force. Is but a little band, Yet there with an unyielding frool Those warriors firmly stand. Their leader is a godlike form, Of countenance serene; And, glowing on his naked breast, A simple cross is seen. His captains, Faith, and Hopa, and Love Point to the wondcrous sign, And, gazing at it, all receive Strength from a power divine. They feel it speaks a glorious truth A truth as great as sur - - Victors, tney must ieaiu To love, confide, endure. That faith sublime, in wildest strife. Imparts a holy calm ; In every deadly blow, a shield, For every wound, a bulm! And, when they win that battle field, Past toil is quite forgot; The pfcin, where carnage once had reigned, Becomes a hallowed spot A spot where flowers of joy and peace - Kpring from the fertile sod, And breathe the perfume of their praise On every breeze to God. MAUD. We met by chance, of course; equally, of course, it was a case of and ove at first Bight. We had ho formal intro duction, no drawing-room acquaintance. 1 On one of the loveliest lakes in the midst I of the Adirondack wilderness Maud s beautiful eyes were first turned upon me. , i ... It was two years since Tom Wntkins nud I, proud of our four years' experi ence and our brand-new sheepskins, had left Amherst with mingled feelings of joy and regret. Tom went immedi ately into the olficeof a famous New Eng land morning paper, and made his way steadily up on its editorial corps. I had gone into partnership with father, and worked like a slave, lest should be ashuincd of me ; for I had my he an imnxinse respect for him, and I knew he 1 despised lu.incss. i Having then worked two years with out interruption, Tom and I both Ifelt that we had earned a vacation, and, by a little planning, we managed to getj oil together in September of the compara tively uneventful year eighteen hundred and eighty. We both voted for the mountain in stead of the sea, and for New York in stead of New Hamshirb; so we started out determined to see all that we could of the North wooda. As we had both jogged on thus far through life without meeting any yomg woman who seemed absolutely essential to our happiness, we could look forward to a complete .rest from the use of I the pen. There would be no love letters to write every night when tired and dull; an-occasional postal card, whereon were scribbled a few words in pencil, would satisfy our friends at home. Neither did we set out with any idea of meeting, our fate. We went to cujoy the woods and each other; we rather shunned than sought society, especially that of ladies. After a dav on Lake George we look the eastern route to the woods, spending a night at Elizabethtown. Thenee we tramped to Keene, the clear moudtain streams, deep, cool woods, and grand towering peaks, more than making up for the hard roads and thick dust, so that, though tired, we were more than satisfied wiih our first day's experiences, As we had resolved to "do the mouii' tains, we climbed the cloud-cleaver, i Tahawas ; we spent a shivering uigbjt on Whiteface; whence we watched lake Placid brighten under the morninglsun ; we picked a four-leaved clover from John Brown's grave at North Elba ; we started a deer in the Indian pass, and saw! our . guide kill it; and, to crown all, we came out of the woods by way of the lakes. Our guide was a wiry little fellow, too slight to carry a boat, we thonght match, when in atcb. when he showed himself til. as whip-cord, and we had nn fema Starting from the lower Saranac U n dull afternoon, a gorgeous sunset lit up luctiouus unu nines as we rowed swiftly along; then, as the rich purple land crimson faded, the crescent moon broke .i i . , , , . . uiruuii iuu ciouus, anu we had our fir.it experience of "carries"' in this uncertain twilight. It was only a short walk, how ever, ana men we glided across tho macK waters of Hound Lake in an utter Biience, save lor tne plash of tne oars and tne scream of the loon or nighthawk Y..vf,iu.., i r . rj 7 , lUL Ka(1,lctte latl been less than three weeks in the river, whoc waters were low, and whose woods, and our campin experiences had aitcolor " h with a guW bTw reUlf- autumn color. ated with a glowing account of our boat Our nights were spent at hotels, which tnl. which fascinated her, and she im we reached late and left early : our davs, . mediately implored her father to take in rowing and "carrying." Almost I lost her through the lakes next summer. She under the inverted bout. - our guide! led hu(i learned to lish.row and swim, though us through the rich vegetation of the car- Jack laughed at the idea of her swim- nra, wiiaoui wandering even when the u.v, Dim lagiHjj, uuu ouiiieraiefl e Very trace of a trail to our eyes. unaccustomed 'Occasionally we heard the inrnnmin,.c sound of human voices other than lour vnunuu umo upon a similar boat n- now swiitlv our six horses sped over psrty Now and then we heard the bay- tnc rllgh road! Long before we wished ing of dogs, and knew that some poor il we rattled, into North Creek where deer was in distress, or we saw an un- the railway station made us feel that our common bird, and listened to its wild happy mountain life was at an end note; but for the most part, there were We found that our paths would di few signs of life of any kind, and I the ! verSe nt Saratoga, so we made the most silence was complete; the sense of loneli- of the few hours left. The car seemed ne'v ntense- 1 i close after or out-door life and we W hat wonder, than, that Maud seemed ! wondered if civilization were worth almost lairy-like to eves long, unaccus- wnile after all. tomed to such beliutv! As we came out upon Raquette take we felt as if we wer'approaching civi lization; clearings, wifh back shanties or more pretentious cottages occupied many of the points; and, hark ! what sound is that ? No heron's screams, or wild duck's screech, but a veritable steam whistle ; and, in the distance, we can just dis tinguish a little tug standing at the dock. Presently, coming nearej, we had a view of the passengers, anions whom, with the September sun gilding her brown hairr we first saw Maud. I say "we." for Tomssubdued whistle told me that his heart had been smitten by this nut-brown maid as well as piine. She was chattering ' merrily with her brother and father, who stood close by. We could hear their voices, and distin guish the names. Maud and Jack, by which the brother and sister addressed each other, but nothing more. Appar ently, however, they were talking of us; for, the little tug hrtng cterted just as we came alongside, our plucky litt.e guide determined on a race. - The wir 3 was against him, but he held his own; and, though the steamer passed ahead of us into the narrow Marion river, the cheer of the passengers showed that they considered him victorious, while Maud beamed upon him in a way that made us both w ish that we held the oars. She stood in the bow of the little steamer with the venerable woods behind her; hit0 V.Y" e.n branches and -' oua'dowy" spaces were Ypr me only a background to intensity ne picture 01 her youth and beauty. the sight of her I felt that I had ii enough of loneliness, and a longing cie over me, such as I had sometimes fei Jfn college, when the soft tone of a wcAan's voice reminded me of home. As we sped among the lily-pads, rich with the same autumn cofors which the maples wore, we had the (good luck to fhfd several belated blossoyns. The tug was making its way slowly for the chan nel was narrow and windirg; and as we were quite near, I fancied that Maud looked enviously at my treasures. Lift ing my hat, I tossed them at her feet. She did not blush, she did not scorn fully cast them into the 'water, nor ask her brother to throw the"m back to me; she simply nodded her thanks with evi dent delight, and, with the utmost grace, she fastened the lovely1' lotus flowers in her belt. ' . Does this strike s,ny one as a bit of flirtation? What man could keep a ' flower with a lady near on whom he night bestow it? The lilies sought their rightful owner, and I simply helped them on their rightful way, while Tom S looked at the three he had gathered as j if unwilling to imitate me, and equally ! unwilling to keep them. 'fit was a : shame to pick them," he said; and laid them back upon the water. The steamer now shot ahead, and our guide told us that its passengers would "carry' across to Eagie lake, where an i other steamer would receive them, while our carry was a shorter one further up. i Tom and I both received the news un- willingly, for we could not bear to have ! this bright vision vanish so soon. Should ; we never again see Maud? AVe looked at each other, but said nothing. ! When at length we shot out into Eagle lake, after the last of our carries ' there was no sign of any steamer; and, as we rowed on, the sun set and the moon rose, but we were still alone. ' On Blue Mountain lake we heard the steamer's whistle once more, and in the i distance saw. its column of smoke and 1 sparks as it puffed off to another part of j the shore. We felt like grumbling at j our choice of hotels, but it was now too ! late to change; so, hungry, tired and ; disappointed, we climbed the steep bill side. Our appetites -did not fail -us, how ever, (how could they in that air?), and after supper we walked up and down the broad piazza, looking upon the moon-lighted lake and mountains with a tinge of sadness as we thought our out'ng was so nearly over, and we mused upon the maiden whose beauty had charmed us. Next morning we drove a mile in the rly twilight in order to take the stage. We found onlv one unengaged outside seat, and Tom insisted on my taking that. Was he really generous, or did he have an intuition? 1 asked myself, as suddenly our acquaintances of yesterday came down the steps and entered the stage.' Maud wore her lilies and nodded pleasantlv as our eves met; but she took ! a 9eat directly opposite to Tom. n seemed to me a very uninteresting road. I saw little but the blackened trees and the burnt wilderness. I was sadly bored by a talkative seat mate, but there was no chance of relief until we reached Cedar river, where the stag3 was j exchanged for a Concord coach. 1 found that Tom had made great ad vances in the acquaintance of the little party to which Maud belonged, and which I now joined. We all climbed on rt, "oach. and thnncrh tbn sun . . 'O&i. ever and the dead trees Jua tlic ... jmpira'Je. , Maud's'lather proved a good-natured man, wnose nay-lever had driven him to 'the woods; and on the shore of Raquette iakfN with Maud and Jack, had been camping in a bark shanty, and without a guide. They told us of their experiences in a frank, jolly way, that made camping seem the most desirable kind of life imaginable. Maud looked on us with mviilont l-ilt-rr ,..l..k , V t ,1 it.i -.rr... yj nutu sue luumi mat we nr. ng where the water wasn't over her head. She got enthusiastic over her row iug, however; and said she could cook fish as well as catch them, and make splendid pancakes', and we doubted one of her accomplishments, As we rumbled along, talking merrily 1 in spite of the noise, a saucy gust of wind caught Maud's hat and whirled it out of the window. "What shall I do?" she appealed to us; for Jack was laughing, and her father evidently puzzled. That's the "only hat I had with me, and I can't go bareheaded." "I might lend you this," said Jack, offering his straw, which was very much the worse for its camping experiences. "lean do better than that," said I, Jack's suggestion having reminded me of something; and I soon pulled out a skull-cap of the same general color as her dress. "Wouldn't this do? I have some pretty wings if you want to trim it." She chose a gray one out of my store, with which her deft fingers soon trans formed the cap; and when it was on her head she looked prettier than ever. We four admiring masculines congratulated her on her suceess, and I was in clover. Tom was distanced again, for be, too, had a cap, which he would have been only too happy to see on that graceful head, if he had only thought of it But there was little time for regrets. Already we were nearing Saratoga, and must part with our friends. Good-byes are seldom pleasant. Per haps it is well that they are often hur ried. A few words, a touch of the hand, and she was gone. " Did we ever see her again? Which of us won .her? Was one made happy, the other heart-broken, and our friendship thus shattered forever?" No, dear reader. It is possible for two men, who have fallen in love with the same girl, to be content to hold equal places in her affection if she is only eight years old. Jawt Clark, in Outing. How Cotton Is Worked. Here lie heaps of snowy cotton wool as it has been opened out of the bales in whjch it was carried across the' Atlantic. Take up a tuft of the wool and examine it. The fibers lie in-air directions and are apparently in a state of hopeless en tanglement. It is evident that before they can be formed into a thread they, must be brought to something like par allel order. Accordingly we find that the first business to which the cotton spinner applies himself is to give the fibers the needful parallel arrangement. This he does by means of a machine known as a carding engine. This con-w sists of a series of drums or cylinders, covered with fine wire spikes. As the wool is passed through between the cyl inders the spikes catch the fibers and draw them straight. After this opera tion has been repeated .a sufficient num ber of times the wool is drawn off in the form of a soft rope about the thickness of one's finger. As yet it has received no twist, and consequently has to be dealt with tenderly. The rope of fibers having been wound' upon large bobbins, is taken to the first of the series of spinning machines, by i which it id drawn ut-ande-sltghtly twisted into 8 cord of about the thickness of a quill. This cord is then passed to another machine, which draws it out still fur ther, and gives it some more twist. After it has been brought to the desired degree of fineness by operations such as these, it receives the final drawing and twisting on the spinning mule," a most complicated piece of mechanism. So far we have only got a single yarn to ward the formation of a thread, and we must follow that . yarn to the doubling machine. Before being placed on the machine, however, the yarn has to be passed rapidly through a gas flame, in order to burn off the loose ends of fibre. Were this not done the finished thread would have a rough exterior, and would not be so easy to deal wiih. Two lengths of yarn are now twisted together, and then three of these double filaments are formed into a thread. The thread is reeled off into hanks, and in that.form is either bleached or dyed as may be de sired. All that is now necessary to do is to polish the thread by passing it be tween rollers having a peculiar motion, and to wind it upon the bobbins on which it is sent to market. - Chinese Burial Grounds. As you walk around Shanghai you think about half the land is waste. ;You fancy it is left, as large coverts and heather-clad heaths are left where game preserving flourishes; but if you look closer, you see turf-covered mounds. It is a burial ground. Nowhere else in that neighborhood will you see a square yard of land that is not under tillage. Half our little wars with the Chinese came from trespassing on these cemeter ies. The French at Shanghai had what threatened to be a row when they wanted to drive a road through one of them. They are "taboo." Sometimes of an evening you may see a village elder walk ings around and explaining to the young sters that their oncestor of a hundred years a'" ""Fied here, and - that five r jr lStt!o-I-3iat happy father who VaTaised to rank of marquis because his son came out first classic an I senior wrangler in the final examination. I am speaking of an old burial ground. In a new one you see the solid, highlv-varnished coffins (often carved) lying on the surface. There they are left for a year or two, after which they are thatched or bricked over, according to the wealth l6f the family, the result? being a mausoleum j like those set up to several of our royal family. This soon gets grown over with J grass and wefids, and ends by becoming ; a mound still hallowed in the recollec , tion of the elders, still visited on anni I versaries with the appointed offerings. The thing to remember is that in China all is above ground : there is no digging of graves; simply laying down of coffins and covering m by-and-by. In old times they used to bury beside their dead, gold and precious stones of all kinds. They are more economical nowadays ; one remembers how they burn horses, and birds, and furniture, etc., cut out of gold or red paper, in stead of the old offerings, which have grown too costly. In their present state of mind the Chinese are not likely to take to cremation or to let their grave fields be desecrated by plow or spade; therefore they are bound to go in for ' sewage, and if our people out there want to make life pleasanter let them try and get an imperial edict for deo dorizlng. Our residents cannot com- : plain much about the unhealthine-s oi i the present system, ine Chinese are, on j the whple, a healthy people. All th$ Teat j Hound. FOR FEMININE READERS, The' Wedding TCreath of myrtle. In many parts of Germany it is still customary for the bridesmaids to bring the myrtle wreath, which they have sub scribed together to purchase on the nup tial eve, to the house of the bride, and to remove it from her head at the close of the wedding dav. After this has been done the bride is blisdfolded, and the myrtle wreath being put into her hand she tries to place it on the head of one of her bridesmaids as they dance round her; for, in accordance with an old belief, whoever she crowns is sure to be married within a year from that date. As may be imagined. this ceremony is the source of no small excitement, each bridesmaid being naturally anxious to follow the ex-, ample of the bride. (ieWt Magazine. - -r-- --..-.. Significance of Feminine Names. The Notes and Queries gives some in formation regarding the derivation of ladies' names that will be of interest: Annabella is not Anna bella, or fair Anna, but the feminine of Hannibal, meaning gift or grace. ' Arabella is not Ara bella, or beautiful altar, but Ora bilia, a praying woman. In its Angli cized form of Orabel it was much more common in the thirteenth century than at present. Maurice has nothing to do with Mauritius or a Moor, but comes from Ama ic himmelrcich the king dom or heaven. Ellen is the feminine of Alain, Alan or Allan, and has no pos sible connection with Helen, which comes from a different language and is older by a thousand years at least. Amy is not amee, but from amie. Avice or Avis does not exactly mean advice, as some seem to think. It comes from Edwis, and means happy wisdom. Eliza has no connection with Elizabeth 1 1 is the sis ter of Louisa, and both are the daughters of Heloise, which it Hele-wis, bidden wisdom There is, indeed, another form of Louisa, or rather Louise, which is the feminine of Louis, but this was scarcely heard of before the sixteenth century. The older Heloise form of the name Aloisa, Aloisia, Aloysia, was adopted into mediaeval English as Alesia a name which our old genealogists always, con fuse with Alice. Emily and Amelia are not different forms of one name. Emily is from iEmylia, the name of an Etrus can gens. Amelia comes from the Gothic araala, heavenly. Reginald is not de rived from Regina, and has nothing to do with a queen. It is Rem-alt, exalted purity. Alice, Adelais, Adelaide, Aliza, Alix, Adeline arc all forms of one name, the root of which is adel, noble. But Anne was never used as identical with Annis; or Agnes (of which last the old Scottish Annas is a variety); nor, as I sturdily maintain, was Elizabeth ever synonymous with Isabel. J , Fatthjon Primrose. pinK faille over silver brocade gives a very pretty effect. A dress of pale violet surah is trimmed with a profusion of soft yellow lace caught up with clusters of violets.- The ladies of the American colony in Paris have set the fashion of painting their felt hats in floral designs. Pompadour lace comes in the piece this season, and makes exquisite over dresses with colored satin beneath it. Surah, kilt plaited and bordered with cream lace, is used to trim the silk and woolen street costume of little girls this season. A very handsome suit is of ecru cloth, the sides of dark brown velvet, and the front of still darker brown velvet bro caded in peacock feathers. Velvet bodices are made open in a square in front, and completed by a high chemisette of whatever light material, such as crape, gauze, surah or lace, may be desired. The corsage this season may be plain or full, basqued or pointed, round waist or princess shape ; it may Lave a plas tron or vest, or it may be a jacket or cuirass; for each and every form is alike in favor. Silk jersey cloth is introduced for win ter wear, and is of a superior quality A fleecy lining takes away the thin flimsi ness of last year's goods, and yet does not interfere with its elasticity or pre vent its adapting itself to the form of the wearer. The crown princess of; Germany has had a charming gown made of dark slate cloth, with- slate and gold interwoven braid, buttons to match, bodice very short, long loose drapery and plain skirt. The jacket was braided to match, and hat en suit. A lovely dress has a front of brocaded apples and grapes on velvet. The Jrapery at the side is of brown satin, di vided from the back dupery by brown velvet. The brown satin was finished with gold and brown passementerie . th basque of brocaded velvet and satin To meet the demand for big bonnets the English milliners have brought out large caieehe-like poke, which the wear ers of the small bonnets have dubbed the " Salvation "' bonnet. The " Salvation " bonnet is said to be favored by ladies of a serious and dignified '"Ountnpjico The back breadths of skirts are tied in place very firmly this winter, not with the intention of making the front look scanty, but to make t he b ck seem full. Four," and even five, sets of tapes and elastics do the work, both in those skirts which have springs and in those from which thev are omitted. Reform In HeaI Covering. There can be little question that the continued ciose covering of the head with hats and caps is one of very con ctont rancp haldness. Women in our J 0U mMrv " - own communities, seldom lose their hair, except from sudden causes ; and amoug those nations where the head is habitu llr lp.ft bare or but slisrhtlv covered. I baldness is practically unknown. At . .. . , i j i - , - -. . the same time ine oeam, wmcn is oi tne same class of hair as that of the scalp, but which is always uncovered, does not j fall out with age. A retorm in our style of head gear is very desirable, but I it is not at alllifrely to be accomplished. Scientific Amer. na. ! More than f 2,500,000 will have been expended in erecting thfi sixteen, statues and monuments in Washington when the j Washington Monument snail be com- 1 pleted. FACTS FOR THE CURIOUS. Gingham was first manufactured in the United states by Erastus Bigelow, at Clinton (a town founded by him), in Massachusetts, about 1846. Heroes were, in ancient times, immor talized by being placed among stars, a custom to which Bradford refers to in "A far more glorious star thy soul will make than Julius Caesar." s Among the Egyptians the cat was held sacred to Isis.or the moon, and worshiped with great ceremony. In the myth ology of all the Indo-European nations the cat holds a prominent place, and its connection with witches is well known, Fresh-Vater worm3, like the leech and earth-worm, breathe by the skin. The body is always covered by a viscid fluid, which has the property of absorbing' air. Tha aicistherefore, brought into im mediate contact with the soft skinVuh derneath which lies a dense network of blood vessels. Drinking water seems to be furnished nearly everywhere outside of America in a flaring bottle with a Deck about an inch and a half in diameter and long enough to be comfortably grasped. In India these ewers are made of pottery, in order to keep the water cool, and it is wonder ful how well they jiccomolish this, con sidering the climate. Elsewhere the bot tles are of glass, varying somewhat in shape. The oldest English newspaper still ex isting is the Loudon Gazette; but there are others, still held by private persons which date their birth as far back as the seventeenth century. Thus the Wor cester Journal was established in 1CU0 and the Edinburg Gazette nine years later. The oldest London daily paper still existing is the Morning Pout, founded in 1772. The London Times, under its present name, dates from 1788. Herds of elephants usually consist of from thirty to fifty individuals; but much larger numbers, even upward of 100, are by no means uncommon. A herd is always led by a female, never by a male. In loca.ities where lodder is scarce, a large htrd usually divides into parties of from ten to twenty. These remain at some little distance from each other, but all take part in any common movement, such as a march into another tract of fcest. These separate parties are family groups, consisting of old ele phants with their children and grand children. The Moon's Velocity. "We can faintly picture, perhaps," says a writer in the Century, "how it would seem from a station near the lunar orbit to see the moon (a moving world) rush by with a velocity greater than that of the cannon-ball in its swiftest flight ; but with equal speed its shadow actually travels along the earth! and now, if we return irom our imaginary station to a real one here below, we are better pre pared to see why this flying shadow is a unique spectacle, for, small as it may be when seen in relation to the whole globe, it is immense to the observer, whose en tire horizon is filled with it, and who sees the actual velocity of one of the heavenly bodies, as it were, brought down to him. "The reader who has never ascended to the Superga at Turin will recall the magnificent view and be able, to under stand the good fortune of an observer (Forbes) who had the opportunity to witness thence this phenomenon, and un der a cloudless sky. 'I perceived,' he says, 'in the south-west a black shadow like that of a storm about to break, which obscured the Alps. H was the lunar shrdow coming toward us.' And he speaks of the 'stupefaction' it is his word caused by the spectacle. 'I con fess,' he continues, 'it was the most ter rible sight I ever saw. As always hap pens in the case of sudden, silent, unex pected movements, the spectator con founds real and relative motion. I felt almost giddy for a moment, as though the massive building under me bowed on Ihe side of the coming eclipse.1 An other witness who had been looking at some bright clouds just before me, says : 'The bright cloud I saw distinctly put out like a candle. The rapidity of the shadow and the intensity produced a feeling that something material was sweeping over the earth at a speed per fectly frightful. I involuntarily listened for the rushing noise of a mighty wind.' ' Gardens of the Pekin Summer Palace. Mr. Swinhoe and Sir Hope Grant bc-th paint it in glowing colors such a pleas ure garden as Kublai Khan planned round his "wondrous dome, by Alp, the sacred river." "Twelve miles of pebbled paths leading through groves of magnifi cent round lakes, into picturesque sum mer houses; as you wandered along, herds of deer would ambl away from before you, tossing their antlered heads. Here a solitary building would rise fairy like from a lake, reflected in the blue iter on which it seemed to float. Tnere a sloping path would carry you into the heart of a mysterious cavern leading out on to a grott in the bosom of another lake. The variety of the pic turesque was endless, and charming in the extreme. The resources of the de signer appear to have been unending." And what the emperor had in its full g ory round his summer palace every Chinaman who has made a little money trie3 to have on a small scale round his house. It is the gardens which, in the absence of many of our modes of sanita tion, keep the dense populations of Chi nese cities tolerably healthy, for trees are great absoroers of bad and diff users of good gases. We have a great deal still to learn from them in the way of gar dening, and it is no use crying down our climate the climate of North China is a verv harsn, ungenial one, far worse for both men and plants than ours. It is not the climate that is in fault, but the gar deners; ours do not put the heart and the patience into their work that John Chinaman does into his. All the Ye r Sound. ' There are supposed to be considerable over 100,030 commercial travelers or "drummers" in the United States. They are organized into associations, with headquarters at Boston for the Eastern States, and at Chicago for the Northwest. In most cases the association is a mutual insurance company. " The young Sandwich islander who can justote is "Wakalauumamakumakki." Thi is, he is "twenty-one." HUMOROUS SKETCHES V Wear Them Himself. "He's got 'em on! He's got 'emonT triumphantly exclaimed young Johnny Jarphly at the breakfast tables "Got wot on?" asked hb ' mother in surprise. ",What ails yon, Johnny! What are you peeking under the table for? Why don't you sit up straight and eat jour meal f 'Pah's got 'em on! I see 'em!" em phatically asserted Jarphly's heir. "Got wot on: sir? Wot are von talk ing about V sternly asked bia father. "vny, you got your pants on, ana l heard Mr. Smil say he thought Mah wore 'em. Pittsburg Telegraph. A Lying Crowd "Where were you when the first shot was fired?" askedan Austin lawyer of 4 female witness in a snootiest erapa. , "I wns lying down on thetofa." " "And where was your husband?" "He was lying down on the back gal lery." "And where were your children?" "They were lying on the bed fast asleep." "Any other member of your family lying down?" "Not that I know of, but if my brother had been there he would have been ly ing down in the court house. He is a lawyer like you." Sif tings. Liked to Meet Him. " Let's cross the street and meet that fellow again," said a man to a com panion with whom he was walking. " Why didn't you speak just now if you have business with him?" "I have no business with him." "Then why do you wish to meet him again?" ' ' Well, you see I used to owe him, and in consequeuce would avoid meeting him. Recently I paid bim up, and now I like to meet himj It's like Mark Twain's story of the Doy who found a dime. He kept throwing it out in front of him to find it again. Come on, I want to meet him. I wish I had nothing to do but to meet him all day." Arlcansaw Traveler. Not Good at Conundrum. His heart was full of a burning desire to say something not only complimentary but' brilliantly suggestive, so after re volving the matter in his mind during a ten-minute burst of silence he said, gaz ing into the crackling fire:; "Ah, Miss Eunice, why is"1 the andiron so like myself. j And Miss Eunice, looking so solemn ly demure that the clock stopped, said that she didn't know, unless it was be cause it had a brass head. He was groping blindly for the front door before she could catch her breath, and it didn't appear to relieve him a bit when she followed him down the hall to tell him that she-wasn-'t good at conun drums, auyhow. He only went out into the Starlight and held his throbbing tem p'es by the bits, and wished that he had died when he was a laughing, innocent babe. Hawkeye. Turned the Tables. A group of actors stood in the Tre mont house rotunda one evening ex changing gossip after their respective performances, when one of them, gazing at a lithograph of John T. Raymond, the popular comedian,; said he was re minded of a "little incident." "It happened in Baltimore, when Ray mond and I were members of John T. Ford's stock company at the time the first gun was fired at Fort Sumter. We had a jolly company, with John as our comedian, and though we were all over worked we found time for fun. j "The war excitement ran high in Bal timore in those days. One night, oV rather one morning, for we had stayed beyond the stroke of 12 at a favorite Bohemian haunt and the morning was breaking, Raymond, Jack Heme, now of "Hearts of Oak," Owen Faw cett and myself were returning home along Gay street, when we espied a simple old German washing out his saloon, and quick ay a flash an idea for a practical joke entered Raymond's head. With a few words to us he entered the German's saloon with a brusque, official manner, and, taking a tape measure from his pocket, he, with Heme holding the other end, proceeded to measure ofl the dimensions of the saloon. The German was mystified, but we paid not the slightest attention to him. Finally he begged to be told what we were doing. " 'There's no use making any fuss.' said Raymond, ' for we are officials of the United States government, with orders to appropriate your property for an arsenal,' and he walked with the tape-line out into the kitchen end meas ured to the back of the 6tove. Then the saloon-keeper became wild. He entreated, praved, offered bribes, and set up the drinks, but Raymond was incorruptible and could not be cajoled or persuaded out of his purpose. The Germans anxiety grew greater every moment, and finally, when goaded to frenzy by the laconic replies of Raymond, he rushed frantically up-stairs, s we thought to call his wife. But there waa desperation in his eyes A moment after he returned, but the tables were about to be turned. He carried in his hand an .old-fashioned pistol, and was making it ready for immediate use. Well, I don't think it took us two seconds to let him have the whole sa oon all to himself, but he followed us to the door, and, with a German oath, discharged the blunderbuss right after Raymond. Fortunately it was loaded with bird shot, but tne yell that John set up when be caught about aixot the pellets in the back could not have been louder had he been overtaken by a cannon ball. The escape was a lucky one, and for a week Raymond stood up to eat his meals. He didn't at tempt any more practical jokes, either." Chicago News. In a single block in New York, bounded by Fourth and Fifth streets and First avenue and avenue A, there are living 7,000 human beings, according to the re port of the sergeant of the police station f that is in tnat oiock. aiany a innving town contains not Lai so many. The two tiny satellites of , Mars, which were discovered by Professor saph Hall in 1877. have diameters ' tnan tea miles each, and are the s" bodies known. st celestial FOR LOVE'S SAKS. If yon had known the day I left yon, dear. With what sad pains-1 quelled the rising tear, How bard I strove with all misleading art, To hide the impulse of my breaking heart. Ton would have spoken words t might not hear. I loosed your hand because I loved yon so; Loving yoc well I could not wish yon woe. I saved you from yourself, at any cost, I said joa should be saved tho I were lost Yon called me heartless. Ah, that bitteri . blow Is harder than all else: for love's dear sake, I have won love's despite; they do mistake, Who pray for earth's weak ones; fervent and long, Should be the prayers for tnoss the world callsstrong, T O Those sad, bra ve souls for whom OoA's hserV. PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS. With the drunkard life is reel. ; A last resort The cobbler's shop. An open question Who will shut tha door? . i A sound reason A fog-horn conclu sion. New York Journal. Lucifer is the name of a Kansas paper. Who dares make light of it! A provisional request "Gimme some thin' to eat." Maratlton Independent. A tie game Pretty girls begging gen tlemen's neckwear for cra.y quilts. New York Journal. 'The girl who is looking for a place in a church choir must have the key to the situation. Boston Dudjet. "A train behind time," remarked Jones, seeing an elderly maiden tricked out in full uowing robes. Philadelphia News. - "My bow is all unstrung," warbles a' fair poetess. Wonder if her beau had been out on a racket. Burlington Free Press. "That's a very musical bird." said the groceryman, pointing to an ant that was running up and down the scales. Boston Junes. You may fool your friends with cheap silver plated ware, but you can't fool a burglar. He won't touch it. Philadelphia- Call. Why is a cornet player like a signal service storm observer I One blows the notes, and the other notes tho "blows." Jingo. Bridal cakes are sometimes kept for fifty or a hundred years, and no wonder. If the bride makes it herself she does not want to throw it away, and nobody will eat it.-PMladflphia Call. A Fifth avenue New Yorker keeps a cow in his back yard, and up to date 452 milkmen have been spotted peeping over the back fence to see what the ani mal looks like. Lowell Citizen. Ouidasays: "A girl's love must never be begged, but conquered." That's all very well, but how to subdue the thick soled parent of the period is what's bothering our young men now. San Francisco Post. "You'll excuse me," said Fogg to the milkman, with whom he had been having along discussion, "but your arguments are very unlike your milk." "How's that ?" "Why, they won't hold water" Boston Transcript. "There is nothing impossible to tho determined spirit," says a philosopher Evidently that philosopher never tried to reach up behind his shoulder to get N hold of the end of a broken suspender. Sumerville Journal. WORDS OP WISDOM. Promise little and do much. The one answer to all criticism, the best test of all work, is result. As you cannot avoid your own com pany make it as good as possible. Partings and heartaches must come at some time or other, even in the happust lives. A good conscience breeds great reso lution, and an innocent soul is impreg nable. In condemning thfe vanity of women, men complain of the! fire they themselves ,have kindled. A man too busy to take care of his health is like a mechanic too busy to take care of his tools. He that, to the best of his power, has secured the final stake, has a perennial fountain of joy within him. It is oftenest the simplest, one might almost say the softest, nature which re fuses the world's seal, and wears its own to the end. There is only one stimulant that never fails, and yet never intoxicates. Duty. Duty puts a blue sky over every man up in his heart, mayixs into which the skylark, happiness, always goes singing. Until every good man is brave we must expect to find many good women timid ; too timid even to believe in the correctness of their own best promptings, when these would place them in a mi nority. The First Fly Fisher. The first and, indeed, the only writer among the ancients, so far as we know, who makes mention of fishing with the artificial fly is Aellanus, who lived in the third century. In the fifteenth book of his history he says: "The Macedonians, who live on the banks of the river Astneus, which flows midway between Berea and Thessalonia, are in the habit of catching a particular fish in that river by means of a fly called hippurus; a very singular insect it is bold and troublesome like all its kind, in size a hornet, marked like a wasp, and buzzing like a bee. From this "iccount of these fish thev must have been trout, and he exactly describes the method in which a trout feeds at pres ent. "When one of them sees the fly floating toward him, he approaches, swimming gently under the water, fear ing to move the surface lest his prey fchould be scared. Then drawing nearei underneath, he sucks the fly, as a wolf, caiches a fheep from the fold, or a goose from the farm yam, i done SO disappears under the r " "' V J L
Moore Gazette (Carthage, N.C.)
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