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- . - .. ,i ..-f O OnXCX' CTrrv tvt' t tt- 'f- if - . ;;.; . r-., ". . . i VOL. 5. LINCOLNTON, N." C., SATURDAY, MARCH 23, 18T8. PUBLISHED BY DcLANE BROTHERS, TERMS IN ADVANCE : One copy, one year, 12.00 One copy, six months,. 1.00 One?copy, three months...... 75 Single copy, 5 Ten copies, one year '. 15.00 Cn? To persons who make up clubsof ten or more names, an extra copy of tha p;iper will be furnished one year, free of charge. ADVERTISEMENTS Will be inserted :it One Dollar per square (one inch,) for the first, and Fifty cents jter .square for each subsequent insertion less than three months. No advertise ment considered less than a square. Q-i irterly, Semi-Annual or Yearly con tracts will he made on liberal terms the contract, however, must in all cases be confined to the immediate business of the ftrm or inlividual contracting. Obitu:iry Notices and Tributes of Res pect, rated as advertisements. Announce ments of Marriage's and Deaths', and no tices of a religions character, inserted erratis. anil solicited. THE LAST LOOK. There is not a mother or father who has lost a dear little child who will not th.iTik us for publishing: the subjoined touching poem, To fully appreciate the following lines you must h;ive bent over your own dear child, sweetly asleep in Jcus and ready to join the heavenly choristers. It was written by Elwin W. Fuller, of Louishnrir, X. C. upon the !eath of his litfle dauirhtcr Ethel, and is dedi- -attl to his wife : . Do not fasten the lid ofthe coffin yet, Let me have a long look at the face of my pet : FIe.is-. all q'lit the chamber, and pull to thi door. And leave me alone with my darling once more. ; Is tlii Y. ti ;v Ir.'l. ; imI 1 and so still? le.:t, b;:it, bre ;ki iir -he.irt against Ood'. will: Remember, ( Christ, - Thou didst dread Thino mvn cup. And while 1 drink mine, let Thine arm bear h up. But the moments are fleeting, I mil:-; Vt;;ini tn luy bmin , Each dear liule feature, for never airain Can I touch her;, and only God ineasure, hmv much AlHiciion, a niother conveys by, he; touch. Oil! d-our little head ; Oh! dear Hill, h lir, Pisilken, so jroTde;i,sosoft ivr.il so fair; Will I never more Miiooth; it ! Oh! -help me my (J ml. To bear this wor.-st stroke of the cliasten ing rod. Those bright little eyes that used to feijrn sleej, Or sparkle'so merrily, playing at peep, Closed forever ; and yet they seemed c!oed with 'a sijih, As, if for our sake, she regretted to die And that dear little mouth, so warm and so soft, Al w.iys willing to ki.-ssyou, no matteriow M.ft, . Cold and riid! without the least tremor - of breath ; IIv ciu!d you claim Ethel, 0 ! pitiless death ? " . lir h tnds lHo 'twill kill me, to think how they wove Ihro-igli my daily existence, a tissue- of love ; Each tinirer a print upon memory's pajre, That will brighten, thank God ! and not fade with my age. Sick or well .they were ready at every, re- i .'.in n -e iv. Sweet hands ! they deserve a rest ; 1 heii- lat ;ij.:!e tri-'k w.;s to wipe T!i-:r !.t litiic- re-tnre, io w .ve.iH good ' by.. U x :-k ! li.ile ei, L ,v darK. tile h .: V gi ioTi. iViio,'; y :r it er ; - i is'u-.l i it tint de- v ; v- r ;ii ; t F r On ! w i a siht .-wee: beyond u , ' .... ..!;! re j To .-ej li;tle "Frisky" rock' bajk 'in her 'h:dr. I " O il F.uiar, luva mercy ahd give Tiiy gra-e, i T : ee ilir lib this frow.i, tae smile on Thv i ue; To hit tUU lesso i is ;it for the -o le r i fr.Mu inv darling a lesion of re V ..l v ii ; ;i t vo.ir iio ori of ab win. -- (hus uski'il a 'avr of a vvi;ijf.-s A'ii'Ui; he was AoXUHlU- in-. -Wv-il." raid il.f witjiess, 4I should iy ihat a man who bought lieM hdi hi- waleh :l home, a id took it out of hi- )ocka to Nee iflhe luui - time to cjii home and gvt ll, tei.L-ISsiiidod." as ab- Whieh is the fastest way t rae btrawbenioB ? With a tpooD. r WASHING-DAY. BY HELEN FOREST GRAVES. "Oh, dear me! what shall we do?" said Mary Lennox. "ICs just exactly like these working people, to go and fall ill just, when we need them most! And every napkin in the wash, and not enough tablo linen to last two weeks. You mnst be a very poor manager, grandma, not to have more of such things !" Old Mrs. Lennox sighed as she rob bed the glasses of her spectacle. -'-"My dear," said she, "I should have had more if I could have afford ed them. But times arc hard, and " "Yes, I've heard all that before," said Mary, irreverently. "But the question is, grandma, fwhat shall we do about the washing, now that Ivatrinaean not come?" , , , , Mrs. Lennox heaved another sigh. She was old and rheumatic, and the great piled-up baskets of clothes seem ed a. terrific bugbear before her eyes. "I'm sure I don't know," said she. "Bui if you girls, will help a little about the dinner, I will try and see what 1 can do. It must be ;ot out, 1 suppose, and " But here a slight, dark-eyed girl, with a clear, olive complexion, and wavy black hair growing low on her forehead, turned from the table, wicre he was rinsing china. "You will do nothing of ihe kind, grandma,"- said she, as resolutely as if "he had been seventy;, instead of seventeen. 'You attempt a day's Washing, at A'oiir a,ge ?" "But, my dear," said grandma Len iox, feebly, "who will do it?" '1 will," said the dark-eyed lassie. "fieorgie, I'm surprised at yon 1" aid Mary. "WI13', you never did -m h a thing iti your life !" 'That's 00 reason I never should." "But, Georgiu if. any one should you !" , . : ; ; "We don't jreneral I y receive com :mv iii tlie Uitehen," yaid Georric Lennox. "And if any one should orue in " -Wei:?-' "If the like my occupation, I shall e veiy much jneased ; if the3' don't, 'hey are quite at liberty to look the 1 her wy !"' And Miss Lennox tied a jSrodigions rash apron arou'iid her, rolled up her leuvts, and resolutely took her stand in front of the wash-bench. "It seems loo bad, my dear with those little, white hands of yours," said old Mrs. Xieniiox, irresolutely. tl0h, niv hands!" laughed Geor;ie. 'What are they good for, if not to nake themselves useful?" Maiy drew herself disdainfully up. "Well." said she, "I have never yet toopedxto such a degradation as hat!" . V , "It would be a great deal w'orse de- i.radanou to stand by and let my rheumatic old grandmother do the vvahiiiic," observed Geo rie, with philosophy, as she plunged her hands into the'suowy.mass of suds. Old Mrs. Lennox had been left with a picturesque farm-house on the edge of Sidonia Lake, and nothing else. Ami so old Mrs. Lennox bethought herself to eke her slendor means by the reception of summer .hoarders. Ami in September, when her two grand-dangbters obtained their fbrt uighi's leave of absence from the type-setting establishment in Troy, where they earned their daily bread, ihev came Jioiiie for a breath of fresh mom-lain air, and helped grandma Lennox with her boarders. For there wa no girl kept at the farm house, and no outside assistance called in, except as German Kairina came once a week to wash and scrub. 'It's drudgery." sighed Mary, who was tall and slender, with a fair com plexion, doll-blue eyes, and a Byronie dissatisfaction with herlol in life. I t's Vu u 1" said Georgie, who had no such exalted aspirations, and liked to make custards, wash china, and de corate th' tea tarde with Cowers. "You'll hangout these clothes for me, Mary, won't you ?" said Georgie, as she flung l lie last red-bordered towel on the top of the clothes-basket, while I wash the pillow-cases?" "Indeed I shall not," said her sister. ""With the Miss Pooieys playing cro quet in plain sight? Neverl" ! Then I must do it myself," said Georgie, with a- little shrug of the ; shoulder. "And" j But just as Bhe spoke, there eamo a tap at; the k i tchen-door. :j: ; -r r i t r .i'Corae in I" cried . Georgie,. valiant lr',; while : her ,;sister,i with burning checks, ' endeavored to bide ; herself, and; her, democratic occupation. , of peeling onions, behind the big roler- lOWCl. . Ji-; And Mr Raymound Abbott , "walk ed in,": accordingly. . ; ? ' i "I beg your pardon, Miss Georgie," said be, rather blandly. . ."I , didn't know I should disturb jtou !" 4,0h, syou're not disturbing me at all," said Georgie, sereneh", resting one rosy, dimple-dotted elbow on the washboard,, and looking at him like a practicalized copy, one of Guidos angels, out of .a cloud of soapy eteam. "But," he went on, "I was going to ask. one of the servants for a basket to bring home fish in." "I will get it for you . with pleasure," said Georgie. And as ho turned to the dresser, her sister answered the puzzled ex pression of Mr. Abbott's face. "You are surprised to see Georgie doing that?" said she, with a gesture toward the plebian tub. "And I do n't wonder.: But it's only for a frolic a wager. Girls will do such things, 3'ouknowl" , - Bui Georgie hod heard, the last words, and turned arduful with crim soned cheeks and spaakling e3'es. it is not a frolic," said she: ."And it's not a wager. It's serious,-. Sober earnest. I am doing the washing be cause Katritia has sprained her ankle, and there's no one else but grand mamma to do it!". Indeed!" said Mr. Abbott. "And can't 1 help you ?" "Yes," Georgie promptly made an swer. "You can carry that basket of clothes out to the bleaching-ground for me." "Georgie !" exclaimed her sister, as Mr. Abbott cheerily shouldered the load ami strode awa3r in the. direct ion indicated by Georgie's pointing fin ger. V "He asked me," said Georgie. "I shouldn't have asked bini!" "Judge Abbott's son!" groaned Mar3. 'The richest man in Ballston! He'll never ask vou to go out rowing on the lake with him again." But the reappearance of the gen tleman in question put a stop to the discussion. "Miss Georgie," said he, "I would have hoisted them upon the riggings for 3ou, but the wind takes 'em otf sol" ' "That's because 3-ou need the clot lies pins," said Georgie, handing them to him with alacrit3'. "Couldn't 3-0U come and help?"' said Mr. Abbott, wistful. "Two can manage so much better than one." "Oh, III come and help," said Georgie; "and be glad to get 1113 clothes out dtwing." She tied on her small gingham sun-bonnet, and ran out into the yel low September sunshine, while Mary burst out crying with mingled vexa tion and anger. "I never shall get over the disgrace of it in the world," said she "never, never I Georgie has no dignity no proper pride ! No; don't speak to me, grandma, or I shall sav- something dreadful! 1 declare I've a mind never to own her as a sister again 1" "Have ou finished the washing?" said Mr. Ravmond Abbott. "Yes, I've finished it," saidGeorgie Lennox. "But I. shouldn't like to earn ny living as a laundress. It's a very tiresome business." . Georgie was "cooling off," under the shadow of the frost grape vines in the woods, with a book in her band, and the curly locks blown back from her pretty Spanish forehead. Mr. Abbott looked adiniringl3r down on her. All bis life long his ex perience bad lain among the smiling, artificial dolls of conventional societ3. He had admired Georgie Lennox the first time he bad ever seen her ; but that day's experience of her frank, true nature had given depth and earn estness to the feeling. "Miss Lennox," said he, "do you know what I have been thinking' of since we hung out those towels and tablecloths together?' "Uavent the least idea," 6atd un conscious Georgie, fanning herself with two grape-leaves, pinued togeth er by a thorn. "1 have been thinking, said he, "that T should tike my wife to be just such a woman as you are." "A washerwoman ?" said Georgie, trying to laugh off her blushes. "I am quite in earnest, Georgie," he said, leaning over her. "Dear Geor gie, will 3'ou be my wife ?" "But I am only a working girl," said ingenuous Georgie, beginning to tremble all over, and half inclined to cry, "We are t3pe-setters, Mary and I,!and we are verT poor." ' 44M y own love. 3011 are rich in all that heart could wish !" pleaIed Ab bott, taking! both her hands in his; "and I want you for my veiy, veiy own !" . H Kaymound Abbott had fancied Georgie lien nox wh.en he saw her pla3'ing croquet, in pale pink muslin, with a tea-rose in her hair; but the divine flame of love first stirred in his heart when sh looked at him through the vapor3T clouds of the wash-tub Gnido's angel folding her fair wings in a farm-house kitchen ! Just so curiousby arerhiance and reality blended together in the world. Uncle Remus on Education. As Uncle Remus came up White ball street yesterday, he met a little colored boy j carrying a slate and a number of books. Some words passed between thera,but their exact purport will probabl3' never be known. The3 were unpleasant, for the attention of a wandering policeman was called to the matter by hearing the old man howl out : j , "Don't j'ou come foolin' longer me, nigger. Youer flippin' 3V sass at de wrong color. Youk'n go roun' here an' sass desc white people, an' maybe de3''ll stan' it, but we'n 3 0U come a slingin' 3-0' jaw at a man w'at wuz gray w 'en de fahmin' days gin out, you better go an' git 3-0' hide greazed." j " What's the matter, old man?" asked a S3'mpathiz:ng policeman. "iTothin', boss, 'cep'in 1 ain't gwinter hav' no nigger chillun a hoopin' an' a hollern' at' mo w'en I'm gwine 'long de street's." Oh, well school children 3rou know how the3 are." "Dat's w'at make I sa3r w'at I duz. Dey better be home jiieken up chips W'at a nigger gwinter Tarn outen books ? I kin take a bar'l stave an uing mo sense inter a nigger in one minnit dan all de school houses be twixt dis en i de Stale uv Midigin. Don't talk, honey ! Wid one b'arl stave I kin f'a'rly lif de vail er ig- nunce." "Then 3tou don't believe in educa tion ?" "Hits de ruination er dis countty. Look at ny gal. De ole 'oman sent 'er ter school las' vcar an' now we dassent hardly' ax' er fer ter carr3T de wash'in bomel She done got bezant er bizriess. ' I 'aint larnt ntithin in books, 'en'yitjl kin count all de money I gits. No use a talkin', boss. Put a pellin book in a nigger's hands en right den en hand. I done dar 3'ou Ioozes a plow had de sp'unce un it." Atlanta Constitution. A Good Story. It is related that a bear and its leader lately arrived towards night at a village near the CU3- of L3ons, and the latter sought admission into the only inn of the place. Thb host at first declined to admit the strange pair, not knowiug where to place the animal, but finally he consented to receive them.U The bear was placed in a pigt3, and its occupant a fat pig, which was to be killed on the morrow was let loose in the court yard. In the middle of the night cries of help proceeding from the pigsty aroused the house, and the host, his wife, and the servants at once ran to the spot. It was then as certained that a thief, excited b the splendid condition ofthe pig, had de termined on eloping wifh it, and bad entered the pigtj- with that laudable intention. The bear, displeased at bei tig sudden I3 awakened by this en terprising individual, rewarded him with a fraternal hug, which caused the would-be thief to crv out so lusti-y.- The man was delivered from the paws of the bear, butf only to be handed over into the hands of jus tice. "What constitutes the chief happi ness of your life?" asked aseriousSun- dny school teacher. She blushed and then replied, "It is that John has at ' last fixed the day." I BUB CItOWNEIi AT THE BALL. The Costume He Danced in at Hangtown and What Hftpjrenetl to it. From the Virginia (Ncv.) Enterprise. Up in the hall of Pacific Coast Pioneers a few evening' ao. several of the "old bo3s" and a number of later comers, their friends and admir ers were talking over earlj da s in Colifornia. ;I shall never forget my first ball in California," said Bub Crowner. ''It was at Ilangtown, in '52. In clossin' the plains we had all kinds of bad luck. We had .some of our bosses stoled by the Injuns, some died, and at last we left behind wagons and everything but. what we'could carry on our backs. "It was every fellow for himself in a short time. I traveled on foot and took the desperate chances of findin' grub among sich w-agons and camps as 1 passed. Nearly' naked and starved I finally got to the Humboldt. I found u large part3 of emigrants camped thai for a da3T or two to rest, wash clothes, bake bread and the like. "I was a rough lookin' customer. I had on an old roundabout or warn us, that I bad wore all the way from Pike, trousers that was read3' to drop off me and a pair of moccasins I got from a Shoshone Injun for an old jack knife. "A man at the camp took pity on me, and, showing me two pair of green braize drawers, told me if I'd wash 'em I might have one pair for 013 trouble. As thc3 were sound and much better than try pantaloons. I jumped at the chance. 1 washed the articles and hung 'em up on a bunch of willers to di3r. "Presently tjie feller came and took one pair, leavin' the other for me. lie vvas-a Htllepfpirrdlin' ' hit of a 'enss, 'while I even at that time, starved as I was, weighed nigh on to one hundred and sevent3 pounds. "I took the drawers and went some distance down the river, behind a bunch of willers, to make m3T toilet. The washin' and dryin' had shrunk the drawers to siieh an extent that it took me half an hour to get into 'em. They was skin tight, and lacked six inches of reachiu' down to my ankle joints. "I walked tip and down the bank of the river for a long time before I could make up my mjnd to go back to camp. I vyent and looked for ui3T old breeches, but I had thro wed 'em into the river in ihp start and the3' had floated oflor sunk somewhere. "As I walked up and down thar by the water m3 long, slim, green legs made mo look like a fl3'-up-t he-creek, a crane, or some sicb water fowl. "When I went to camp everA-body roared and laughed, some rollin' them selves on the ground and roarin' till they was black in the face. "To keep the sun from burnin' nu ankles I got some cloth and made straps so I could strap the drawers down to my moccasing. "In passin' along by the wagons I overtook I had to stand all the fun that people saw fit to poke at me. Here comes the great crane of the de sert !' some would say, while others called me the 'green dragon of the plains. "When I got to Ilangtown I found out that there was to be a grand ball that night in the edge of the town. Before scattering out in different parts of the country the people were goin' to have a big dance together. "In the evenin' I thought I'd slip down to where the dance was to come off and look on. I found they had set up a lot of crotches in which the3' had laid poles, coverin' the whole with pine and spruce boughs, making a sort of canopy. The ground had been leveled off and beaten down till it was like a brick3ard. "1 found two or three fiddlers mounted on pine boxes, .and with them a feller-with a clarinet. Thc3' were makin' pretty fair music, and a great crowd wis dancin' awa3' for dear life. L "I looked on for a time, bat pretty soon I got excited and like, forgot all about my drawers, and sailed into the thick ofthe business with a big Pike county gal, with sun-bonnet off and hairhaugin half av :i to her heels.' "I can tell 3011 we made-' the dust j fly. I soon .-aw that, though mv drawers might Ik a little tight, I had on about the soundest and gave-t rig in the whole place. I looked as though I was in some kiml of-.ma. quuradin' outfit, arid bciran t con-id-' e r my s 1 f 1 h e Lean a f t h e I u 1 1 a re gular ilandv. "I .made I hem long, green les.js of mine fly in swingin' on the coiikm, and was the wonder i t' ivitv n.:.n, woman and child at l he. h.JI. 'I - got so excited about the sensation I was making' that I cut all kituU of pigeon wings and fancy flourishes, hriugiu' down the house' eVerv time. 'Go in, green Iog !" the VUer out side would boiler, anil go in 1 did. Finally, a couple of children couio waltzin' along. I thought it would be a good trick to sling one of niv longg.re:n legs, circus fahion, over the heads of the little couple. "I tried it, and left that hall runnin' like a skecred kiotee, and don't know' that I've ever sot eves on tnkn, wo- man or child that was there 1'foiu that day to this. j "Guess you have," said an o! 1 chap among the listeners. "1 wjis tharanld saw the whole performance. It wis nn' oldest gal you was a-uancin' with." " j , "T he little gal ynn't ri e d ' to swing 3our leg r.ver," said another old cock, "was mv child, and she is. now -the wife of Senator W s, of Califor nia." "I am the very man that gave yon those green braize drawers," said an other of the part "I remembered you as soon as you mentioned what happened out there n the Hum boldt. " "Wonderful! vonderful !' . cried Bud; then turning to a. "pioneer" bit ting near, ho said : "And you ?" . "Damfino," said the man-address-' ed. "I guess I must a-Lin the Injun, that traded you the moccasins." "Cheek." Cheek! Wh', ti.at's no name for it. He was an itinerant vender' of lamp-burners, this one, ami he gener- uIIy gained his cud wherever he was permitted to enter a house. Ycster daj, while traveling about the' city, ho wandered into i house in the southern part of town, where borrow e vide nth reigned. The lamp man, finding the door open, walked right in, and there found a poor woman in tears, with a friend or two t tying to console her for the loss of her hus band, who lay .dead in the same room. "Can I sell 3-011 m3 new patent lamp-burner, ma'am ?" said the ven der. "No, sir," replied the woman, be tween her sobs, "I don't with any thing ofthe kind." "Please let me explain its beautic, ma'am," said he, "and I'm sure N'ou'il take one. You sec thi" "But I don't want it, sir," .she Faid. "I wish 3'ou would go away. Don't 3-ou see my poor dear husband lying here? Leave me with 1113' sorrow."' i'OIi I yes'm, and I sympathize deeplj' with 3011 ma'am. Excuse mo 1 can't keep back these tears. Oh 1 ma'am, if 'ou 0013- knew what a great consolation these patent lamp-burn ers of mine are on such occasions these you would not be without one a single minute. Why, ma'am, put one of these in his hand and it would light him through all the darkness he has to pass through without any trouble; and when 3011 come to die, he could bold the lamp for 3ou when you go . to ascend the golden fdairs." And that precious scoundrel kept on in that strain until be bad bold half-a-dozen to cveiy female in the room. Check! Oh! no. At a Sunda3'-PchooI a teacher asked a little boy if he knew what the ex pression '-sowing tares" meant. Court h I do," said he, pulling a part of his trousers around in front; "there's a tear 1113 ma sewed I teared it when I was sliding down hill." When a man leaves our feide and goes to the other side he is a traitor, and we always feel that there is a subtile something wrong about him. But when a man leaves the other side and comes over to us, then he is a man of great moral courage, and we" always feci that he has sterling stuff in him. He-
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