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Vol, 7.
WADESBOROUOH, K. C, WEDNESDAY. MAY 18, 1877.
No. 48.
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The Wrong: Coat.
, -. i! :!' k t V .ii
--6he had promised him that eho
would mend the "lining of his
overcoat if he would wear anoth
er and leave that one at home,
and so, as he had left it, she took
it from the hall and carried it
into her sewing-room. Mrs.
Wilton had been married five
years, and never during that
time had had one unhappy mo
ment,, Mr. Wilton had been very at
tentive, very kind, very generous,
and never made her jealous;
She often said she was the hap
piest woman living.
Now, as she looked at the lin
ing and compared the Bilk with
which she was about to replace
the torn portion, she was think
ing these thoughts.
They had never had any chil
dren, but when people are all in
all ta each other, that is no very
great grief; all hefr care was for
him all his for her.
'And he is just the dearest,
" best, truest fellow in the world,'
said Eve Wilton to herself. 'I'm
not half good enough for him.
I wonder what this "ft ia this
pocket; it bulges it out of shape.'
She put her hand into the
breast pocket as she spoke, and
drew out a little package, wrap
ped up in silver paper and
tied with blue ribbon.
'Something he has bought for
- me, I expect,' said Eve. "TI won
der what it is. I think 1 won't
open it until be comes home.'
Theu she carefully laid the
eilk across the hole, and cut it
out and basted it down.
'I wonder what it is,' she said:
'It doesu't seem like a book. It
might be lace wound on a card .
real lace' '
She looked at the package
again.
'I do wonder what it is,' said
she, hemming the patoh down.
, 'There wasn't much to mend,
afjter ' all,' she said ; :1 thought
'the tear much longer. He caught
it on a nail at the office, I know.
Now I do wonder what there can
; be in that package.' '
, Eve put the coat over a chair,
and took up the little parcel.'-"--;
'Tom wouldn't mind she said;
i 'I will just take a peep. I'm sure
! it's for me.'
, Then she undid the ribbon,
unfolded the paper, and saw let
ter. 7 'Dear Tom said she ; 'he must
keep my old letters next to his
heart, and he never told me.'
' ('But the writing was not hers;
he saw that at a glance.
'- 'His mother's letters she said,
'He loved his mother so.'
. - Then she began to tremble a
little, for the letters did not be
gin, 'My dear son nor anything
like it. She cast her eye over
them. -' ' ' ; '' " .
'Tom hag loved some other
woman- before he met me she
saidt beginning to ory. Oh, what
shall ! do?' - .
t-Theu she cried out :
Ob, foolish, foolish; creature
that I am I Of bourse . she died,
aDd be loves only- me now. It
'.was all over before we met.; I
must not miud'
" But there sha paused, gave a
scream, and threw the letter from
her as though it had been a ser
pent, and had bitten her.
It was dated the past week I It
was noi lour days old 1
'Oh 1' cried Eve; 'oh, what shall
I do ? Oh, where shall I go?'
At every cry a thought pierced
her breast like an actual stab.
'Tom my Tom 1 What shall
I do ? Tom 1 To be false. Tom I
Ob, I am mad! No, there they
are; they are really there
those letters. Why do I not
die? Why do I not die? Do
people live through such things
as these?'
Then she- sat. down on the
floor, and gathered up the let
ters, and steadily read them
through.
There were ten of them. Such
love letters ! No other interpre
tation could be put upon them.
They were absurd love letters,
such as are always produced iu
court in cases of breach of prom
ise, and they were all signed,
Tour own Nellie.'
'It is all true, said poor Eve,
wringing her hancls, 'and it is
worse than anything I ever heard
of. I trusted him so; I believed
in him so.'
Then she wiped her eyes, gath
ered up the letters, packed them
up, wrapped the silver paper
about them, tied the blue ribbon,
put them back in the breast pock
et of that dreadful overcoat, and
hung it up in the ball again.
'Tom . shall .never, know., she
said ; 'I'll not reproach him. I
will never see him again. When
he conies home I shall be dead.
I will not live to bear this.' j
Then she sat down to think of
the best means of suicide. She
could han? hat-Half to tha chan
delier with a window-blind cord,
hut then she would be black in
the face ana'1lid,ebui,, Sfre'edoM
drown herself, but then her body
would go floating down the river
to the sea, and drowned people
looked even worse than strangled
ones. Sho was tort much afraid
of fire-arms to shoot herself, even
in this strait. She would take
poison.
Yes, that would be best ; and,
though she would never see Tom
again, he would see her, and re
morse would sting him.
Here she made a great mistake.
A man who is coolly treacherous
to a woman never, has any rer
morse. Remorse in love affairs
is a purely famine quality, and
even the worst of the sex are not
without it. Howevr, it is naural
to believe that remorse is possible
to a man whom one has hereto
fore .believed to be an angel in,
human form, and Eve took a' lit
tle miserable comfort in the.
thought that Tom would kneel
beside her coffin, and burst into
tears and passionate exclamations
of. regret, which she perhaps
might see from some spiritual
post of observation. So, having
put on a hat and a thick veil, Eve
betook herself down the street
around the corner to the nearest
drugeist. The druggist was an
flldTnanf-a r-benevolent-loeking
one with red cheeks and smiling
mouth ; and when she asked for
'poison for rats he said, 'Sol'
and beamed mildly . upon her. .
'I want it very strong said
Eve. . .
'So I' said the druggist. ;
'But not fo give more pain than
is necessary said Eve. ... j '
'To the rats ?' asked the drug,
gist.
Yes said Eve, 'of course; and
it must be quick, and not make
one black in the face.'
'So Y said the druggist, slowly.
Wall what shall I srive VOU
that will not make a rat black in
the face?' ,And with a grave
countenance he compounded a
powder and handed it across the
counter, ' Eve took it and paid
the few pence he asked, and walk
ed away. :;- Vv Tr'C,.
Once home, she went directly
to her room and retired to bed,
taking the .powder, with her.
Once or twioe she tasted it with
the tip of her tongue, hoping it
was not very disagreeable. Then
finding it sweet, " she 'bravely
swallowed it. " ' .' '
'It is over she said. 'On,
Heaven forgive me, and forgive
Tom!' , . 6 ,.
And then she laid herself down
upon her pillow.' Just as she
did so the familiar sound of a
latch-key in the door below start
led her. Tom never came home
at noon, but there -he was now.
No one else but Tom could walk
in in that cool way. And now
he was calling her : ,.
' 'Eve, Eve, Eve!' Where are
you ?'
Never before had she refused
to answer that voice. Why had
he come to torture her dying mo
ments? Harkl Now he was
bounding up the stairs. He was
in the room.
'What it the matter are you
ill, Eve?' he cried.
'No,' said she faintly, 'only
tired.' h
'Ah, you look tired, little one
said he. 'I came home to get the
overcoat. I suppose you have
found out by this time that the
one ;n the hall is not mine. I
wore Johnson's overcoat home
from the office last night by mis
take, and he is anxious about it.
He asked if there was any one in
the house who would be apt to
meddle with papers or anything
in the pockets, I said I thought
not. I hadn't a jealous wife
eh? Why what's the matter,
Evo?' cried Totn. 'You must be
ill!'
Then Evs remembered all. W
'Oh, I am a wicked woman,
Tom I' she cried. 'There were
letters in the pockets-love letters,
I read them; I thought you false
to me J I I took poison, Tom
I'm going to die and I long to
live so 1 Oh, Tom, save me 1' !
Yes, yes cried Tom. . 'Oh,
good -Heavens T-arpTsdnr
'Mr. Hoffman will know. I
bought it of him. Perhaps he
can save me cried Eve, in pite
ous tones.
And away went Tom, white as
death, to the druggist's around
the corner. He burst into the
shop something like a whirlwind.
'Hie lady he gasped, 'the lady
who bought poison here an hour
ago she took it by mistake. Can
you save her? Have you an
antidote? She is dying.
'.No, no, said the old man 1 'be
calm -be at rest. No, no, she
cannot die of that. When a lady
asks me for poison, I say to my
self, 'Sol' and I give her in the
paper a little sugar and some
thing. She could take a pound.
Go home and tell her so. I nev
er sell poisin to women : so be
calm.' ,
So Tom flew home again, and
Eve rejoiced; and hearing that
Johnson was a single man, who
admitted himself to be engaged,
she did not rip the patch off his
coat as she at first intended.
The Adventnres of a Goat in Mr,
' Burdock's Garden.
Last v Monday afternoon the
eleven-Boblink; boys' surrounded
and-cajrght an enorrnoua-j-shaggyf
a tron g-s uielli n gt r w Icked - laaki n g
goat of the masouline gender,
turned him loose in Burdock's
garden, nailed up the gate, and-
then went: home and flattened
their eleven little noses against
the back . windows to watch for
coming events..
-Before his goats hip had spent
three minutes in that garden he
had managed, to make himself
perfectly, at homepulled down
the clothes-line, devoured two
lace collars, a pair of undersleeves
and a striped stockiug belonging
to Mrs. B., and was busily en
gaged stamping one of Burdojck's
shirts when the servant came
rushing out with a basket of
clothes to hang up. ' ' ;
; 7 'The saints preserve us !' she
exclaimedy-ooming to a full halt,
and gazing opea-mouthed at the
goat who was calmly munching
away at the shirt.'. . ;.'
'She! Shew! Shew,tfiere !
screamed, the .girU-settingawu.
her basket, taking her shirts in
both hands, and shaking them
violently at the intruder. -
Then the goat, who evidently
considered her movements in the
light of a challenge, suddenly
propped his ' wicked old head
and darted at her with the force
of an Erie locomotive, and just
one minute later by the city Hall
clock that girl had tumbled a
back somersault over the clothes
basket and was crawling away in
search of a place to die, accom
panied by the goat who butted
hej on the bustle ground every
tbirtdsecond.. .
It is probable he would have kept
on' butting her for the' next two
weeks it Mrs. Burdock, who had
been a witness of the unfortunate
affair, had not armed herself with
the family poker and hurried to
the rescue. " ' , -
'Merciful goodness l-Anniedo
get up on your feet she exclaimed
aiming a murderous blow at the
beast's head and missing it by a
few of the shortest kind of rtiches.
It was not repeated however,
owing to the goat suddenly rais
ing up On his hind feet, waltzing
toward , her, and striking , her in
the small of the back hard enough
to loosen her finger, nails, and
destroy- her faith in a glorious
immorality. s.cV-u ,
, When Mrs. B. returned to con
sciousness she crawled out from
behind the grindstone, where she
had been . tossed, and made for
the house, stopping only once,
with the goat after her, and but
ted her head; first into the grape
arbor. ; 1 :-;;:' : ;
Once inside the house, the door
was locked, and the unfortunates
sought the solitude of their own
room, and such comfort as they
could extract from rubbing and
growling, while the goat wander
ed around the garden like Satan
in the book of Job, seeking what
he "couldllevdur, SndTthe eteVe'lS
little Bobliok boys fairly hugged
themselves with pleasure over
the performance.
By the time Burdock returned
home that evening and learned
all the particulars from his
arnica-soaked wife, the goat had
eaten nearly all the week's wash
ing, half the grape yine and one
side of the clothes-basket.
'Why in thundeTa'on't you put
him out and not loave him there
to destroy everything?' he de
manded angrily.
'Because he wouldn't go, and 1
wasn't going to stay and be kill
ed, that's why J' answered his
wife excitedly.
'Wouldn't fiddlesticks he ex
claimed, making for the garden,
followed by the entire family.-
'Get out of here, you thief I' he
shouted as he came into the
garden, and caught eight of the
shaggy and highly perfumed
visitor
The goat bit off another mouth
ful of the basket, and regarded
him with a mischievous twinkle
of his eyes.
You won't go hey ?' exclaimed
Burdock, trying to kick a hole
in the enemy's ribs. I'll show
you wheth' - . , ; , , , ,,
--The sentence was left unfinish
ed, as the goat just then dropped
his head on Burdock's ' shirt
bosom, and before he could recov
er his equilibrium be-bad been
butted seven times in seven fresh
spots, and was down on his knees
crawling around in a very un
dignified manner to the horror of
the family and the infinite glee
of the eleven young Boblinks
next door. - ' '
; 'Look out he don't hurt you 1'
screamed Mrs. Burdock as the
goat sent him flying into a snow
pile.
When Burdock had got his
bald head out of the snowne
was mad al over his clothes, and
tried to clutch the brute by the
horns, but desisted after he'd lost
two front teeth and been rolled
iu the mud. :
'Don't make a living show of
yourself before f the .neighbors
advised his wife. ; 1 . ; !
'Come in, pa, and let him be
begged bis daughter.---:-
Qolljr, dad, look out": he's a
comin,' again I' shouted his son,
enthusiastically. .. , ,
Then Burdock waxed profane
and ; swore three-story oaths in
such rapid succession I that hi
family held their breaths, and a
Eious old 1 lady, who lived in a
ou8o in . the rear, shut up her
windows, and sent out the cook
to hunt for a policeman or a mis
sionary. . -'.n-'i :-' ,-.';'?
- Run for it; dad advised his
son. a moment , later when tho
goat's attention seemed " to ba
turned away. ' . - :
Burdock sprang to his feet and
followed his offspring's sugges
tion He was legging-it in eu-
(erb style, : and the chances of
tis reaching the house seemed ex
cellent, when the fragrant brute;
suddenly clapped on more steam;
gained rapidly and - darted be
tween his legs, and eapsised him
into an ash box. ; f
His family dragged him inside,
auother candidate for rubbing,
arnica and a blessed haven of rest.
1 The back of the house has been
hermetically sealed and Burdock
now proposes extending an invi
tation to the militia regiment" of
Brooklyn to come and pratice
marksmanship off the roof, prom
ising to furnish a live goat for a
target, and a silver plated napkin
ring as the first prize.
Tho goat still holds the fort. '
-"t v' Doable Rap, "
Last evening as the Widow
O'Connor, of Lacrosse 7 street,
sat iu her cosy cottage ho'tnethff
stoves all down and her form
enveloped in two bedquilts to
keep from being frozen stiff, she
suddenly heard a tapping, - as ot
some one gently rapping at her
kitchen door. 'Who is there ?'
the widow muttered; 'Tis Wil
liam McGeet a strange voice
stuttered, jind then he kicked his
baraeitxTcts upon that kftoTied'
door.
. She opened the door and warn
ed him to go away or suffer fatal
injuries but he wouldn't go. He
said he wanted to marry, and he
was going on to tell what a beau
tiful home he owned in tho su
burbs of , Toledo, and how se
dative goats, reflective cows and
squealing pigs surrouoded his
lone paradise, when the Widow
O'Connor whacked him on the
head with a stool and called for
the polioe. '
'William McQee, stand upt'
ordered the court.
'Here I am answered William,
looking as innocent as a lobster
at the Central Market,
'Do you plead 1 guilty to all
this, William i
pleads , guilty to none of it,
I was pretty drunk, I'll ad
but as for knocking on a
sir.
mit,
door
think
I. never did , .I'd no more
of asking that woman'to
marry me than I'd ask Queen
Victoria.' ' ' ' " ' :
That's that?' called the wid
ow. 'Ain't I every bit' as good as
any queens in 1 this : world?
D'ye suppose I'd take a back seat
for . Mrs. Victoria, or anybody
else?'. V " V, ' . :
f Woman, hold-toy tongue and
learn wisdom -from - the way I
shall send this man to reflect be
hind : wruught-iron.', bar com
manded the .oourt. -'VVilliam
McQee U guilty. , There's the
scar, where you hit him, there's
his' torn collar where the officer
grabbed him and his breath yet
smells of bad liquor,' , ' J " C Vi
'I'll give fifteen .cents to settle
the case, and 111 leave town in a
one-horse wagon !' exclaimed the
prisoner.,' . .-v' ':. t-f si" 1)
'Would 1 have a strange roan
kick on my door for fifteen oents.T
howled the widow. l " S
Would I let a flfteen-oent
mau come into this town and get
out alive!' said the Judge,
'William looked at the widowi
with -love, appeal and sorrow all
mixed up in his sad smile, bat
she would not melt. .Tears stood
in his eyes as he turned to the
desk, but the laws ot Michigan
must be respected. . inkth-.
Thirty ilays mid the oourf,
and Mr. MoQee went into the
corridor add sttrdown on- an
empty , tobacco , pail and said he
could whip Bussia and Turkey
ia two minutes by the watch. .
The slini"womiin" coughed foiir
times in succession as his Honor
rattled his papers.' ' ' A
! The fat man deliberately rais
ed 1 his red ' handkerchief to his
nose and blew tour toots on his
horn."1'" '--'
It ' needed: only one word to
bring matters to climax. He
ached to tell her to go to Colora
do for her, consumption, and she
wanted to tell him to go to Tex
as1 with his catarrh. Detroit
Free Press,'' v-j;; h-
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Atk U Old Woman
A gentleman traveling out
West relates tha following j, 7
f Biding horseback just at night
through the woods : inSignor
county,; Miohigan, I came into
the clearing, in the middle of
which stood a log house, its,pwn
er : sitting in the door, smoking
his pipe, j Stopping ray horse be
fore him, the following conversa
tion ensued iutctj r-il
i 'Good evening sir, said I. ,
V 'Good evening,'. a . i
U 'Can I get a glass of milk. from
you to drink ?', , : iai ;o s
'Well, I don't know, v Ak the
old womannit -..yn.nf-fl m.i'
By this time his wife was stand
ing at his side, -ism -1 ..,
. 'Oh, y,- il he, 'of course
you can .t,. , ;,s.,a--- .
While drinking it tasked :
I 'Think we are going to have a
storm r . -n. : ..- U ,-it. v-U ' :
. 'Well Ireally'don'tknow. Ask
the old woman she can tell.'
I guess we shall get one right
away said the wife.- ' "
Again I asked;. . ; . - a
'How muoh land have you got
cleared here V ' .'vs... .
''Well; I really don't know. Ask
the old woman. she" knows.'
' 'About nineteen aoressaid she
agajn answering. t. , . ;
Just the. n a troop of children
came running and shouting
around the oorner of the shanty.
'All these your children said I.
'Don't know. Ask the old wom
anshe knows.'?; . i.-t;.Lr.
1 did not wait to hear any re-
Edy, but drew up the -reins and
eft immediately. - .
- A droll fellow was asked by
an old lady to read the newspaper,
and faffing it up, he began as
follows: , 1
Last night yesterday morning.
ust before breakfast, a huugry
oy jibout 40 years old. bought a
penny custard, tor -three pence,
and threw it threw a brick wall
made of iroo pine feet thick, and
jumping over ' it broke hU ancle
right off above the knee, fell into.,
a dry mill pond and-got drown
ed.' About 40 'years after that,
on the same day a high wind
blew Yankee Doodle on a frying
pan and knocked the old Dutch
Church down aod killed an old
sow and two dead-pigs at Boston,
where a deaf and 'dumb man was
talking Frenoh to his aunt
Poater. r & k
U AgreaL.Tgood, and-a right-
dhdu is a Hinn 01 uivinny lougeu
in flesh, and m iy be the blessing
of., slave .as. well as of a prinoe. .
It: came from hsareo, and to
heaven it must return ; aod it is
a kind of heavenly felioity which
a pure and virtuous mind enjoys
in some degree even upon earth.
, 'May yoar seed-time and har
vest of t pickles . be beautiful'
With this appropriate sentiment
the pupils of the winter school in
Oritteriden, New York, preseuted
their '. prinn! pal "last Thursdiy
with an eleirant out irlasn Dickie-
faster in token of their (undoes
ior him and. his' for pickles. :,
; It Is interesting; to ' sit in a
flour store now as the proprietor
reoeives a dispatch, and. yells:
They're a throwm shells acrosti
GrassaoorantchzBfflavarioai an
some one is ' going 1 to get hurt.
Torn out all baud and mark ey-.
ery ' 'dariged-brl up"half a
dollar. -Kome Sentinels s -
m 1 ' 1 1 1 m 1 1 ;
'Work- Uoolittle' U tha sio.
ever a wholeitle store In New
York'. . 4' - . , ;
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