An Independent Family Kewgpper : For thd Promotion of the rolitlcal, gtfctal, Agricultural and Commercial Intereste of the South.
VOL. 6.
LINCOLNTON, t C, SATURDAY, JAN. 11, 1870.
NO. 293.
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lie Bore a Charmed Life.
A correspondent of-the New York
Herald tells" a queer story about tho
notorious murderer and parieide, Allen
C. Laros, who killed, among others,
l ot h his father and mother. But, al
though he did not hesitate to take the
lives of others, Laros seems to have
been afraid to take his : own. Escap
ing from the officers of tho law in
l'ennslvania, where his crime was
committed, he fled South; seeking
death, yet fearing to commit suicide.
He told the officer to whom he sur
rendered tho other day, that he bad
Repeatedly stood on tho brink of the
river, determined to end his life, but
that his courage always failed him in
the end. The vellow fever broke out
where Laros was.' He saw his chance
here, and did all in his power to con
tract the disease, which he hoped
would end his life. He nursed the
1 sick in Memphis, was constantly in
rooms poisoned by the fever,, yet, by
some strartge providence, escaped.
His strange escape seems to have
completely unnerved him, and1, iri des
pair, he voluntarily surrendered him
self to the officers", asking to be
hanged. He is tired of his life, but
fhut the courage to take it.
A lady was the mother of a bright
little boy about 3 years olo?.- The
whooping cough prevailed in the
neighborhood, and the mother became
v9ry much alarmed . lest her boy
should take it. One niffht. after the
little fellow had been put to be(T ahd?
io sleep,; a jackass- was driven past
the house, and1 Wlien just opposite set
up his he-haw; he-haw, he-tiaW. With
a shriek the little fellow was oat of
his bed; screamlngTat. the" tor? oP his
voice, "The Whooping cough! is tfOrii-
ing, mamma ; tho whooping' cottgta' is
comirg ne" didn't catch it that
time.
A bad man is" one who " grasps a
strawberry and gets a nettle instcaU.
FRANK.
"You are better now. Do not try
to talk. Just lie quiet and rest."
Was it weeks or ages, of a vague,
dreadful distress (hat Janie Drtyton
awoke from, and found her head upon
a cool pillow, in a darkened room,
and a face strong and kind bending
oyer her? Where was she? In this
world, or the next? Something
dreadful had happened, somewhere.
The young man watching her
countenance spoke :
"You were on tho train that was
thrown off the track and down an
embankment last night. Y"ou are
seriously injured, and have been un
conscious most of the time since. 1
am your physician. I want you to
try very hard to keep quiet now by
Iyir.g still, and not insisting upon
more conversation." v .
His tone as well as his words
checked her next question. He knew
what it would be, and did not want to
answer it, then. Tho strong, kind
face and composed voice, the closed
blinds and bars of light, the srsent of
roses, and some lotion in which she
was bandaged, all faded again soon,
for she was very weak. The person
at her bedside rose, and gave way for
the nurse.
"Keep her as quiet as possible. 1
will be in in the morning."
'Hc went out of the darkened cham
ber into tho sunshine. The strange
mystery of life and death oppressed
his soul, and he "hardly felt or saw
the crowd which jostled him ; but
the massive portals of a beautiful re
sidence soon swallowed him up. Old
Doc tot Earle looked up from a great
volume at the library table.
"How is the patient, Frank ?"
"The crisis has turned." '
"How?"
"Favorably."
"Indeed ! I hardly expected it."
"Nor I, sir."
Doctor Earle arose and shut the
volume.
us, I believe."
And the two passed out of the
library the rich old library "afifucnt
with rare volumes, dark with polish
ed woods, illuminated wil!h paintings,
and smelling of llussia leather. It
was like all the rooms in Doctor
FJarle's house, high representative and
beautiful.
, In the hall, under the window of
stained glass, the father paused and
looked at the son's observant face,
with a sweet, shrewd smile.
"We have a friend to dine with
us.
- "Ah! whom ?"
"MissGolding."
Sunshine chased every shadow from
Frank Earle's face.
"Is Gertrude in town ?" he cried.
"She is, indeed, and will spend
several days with us."
And now, for the first time in many
dajs, the 3-oung girl, scalded and
bruised by the accident of the rail
road train, was banished from the
mind of the young physician.
Miss Gertrude Golding was a beau
tiful woman. She was all that a per
fect physique, great, inherited sweet
ness of nature, a fine intellect and high
culture could make her a peer for
any man, certainly ; and Frank Earle
had claimed her hi9 from childhood
With a feeling of joy and triumph. A
generous and healthy nature his not
a trace of anything morbid in it.
It was not in him to assume a con-trol--not
in her to accept such. Peo
ple said they were more like coraT
rades than betrothed lovers, and per
haps it was so. But the betrothal
had been so long ago when they
were less than twenty, and now they
were. twenty-six that tbey hardly re
membered when it toolc place.
Their marriage had always been,
,and was still, a matter some,what far
iri the futnre. Three yearsr of his
iyonrjg manhood Frank' h' ad spent in a
sick-chum bcr.- Skillful care, the de
votion Of a good' mother, and great
patiehde, had finally overcome the
tendency tb'dhrohic ill health. And
now his medical 6tudies thus de
layed he was just entering" his
father's" rlractico.-
i. fjrbrtrude lived' out of town, at xt
lovely place upon, the" edge of Moon
Lake, busy there with a hundred
duties and pleasures. Hfer mother's
invaluable assistant, her father's com
panion and amanuensis, fellow-student,
with her brothers, and governcs to
the orphan children of a widowed
sister, as I tell you, she gave and par
took freely of the benefits of her sta
tion, and enjoyed life with the zest of
one utterly healthy in mind ifad body
and thoroughly alive in heart-, nerve
and brain. And now there was a new
plan.
"Frunk, I am going with .papa to
Europe for a year'
"How soon ? Not this snmmcr?"
"Oh, no ; not until fall."
"To stay until rreStfall?"
"Well, untff next summer, certain
ly. Papa wants to finish his
book in Switzerland. Shall you miss
me?"
"Perhaps," with a rjiiiltzical smile.
There was a deep tenderness, and
thorough respect and confidence be
tween the two which 8eldorfi ' fotfnd
expression merely in woftfs:
Frank said that the only drawback
to a period of Gertrude's society was
that he was listless after partfh'g from
her. Her spirituality afoused and
quickened him to a fuller enjoyment
than ho ever felt at any other time.
Now, when she had gone back to
Moon Lake, he got rather lazily into
working order again. "
"I'll go your rounds to-day, father."
He marched resolutely out to the
hng7- Three hours of mandrake,
morphine, and bronchial difficulties,
were not alluring; but a northeast
storm was brewing, and the old doctor
must not be exposed; to it. Frank
awoke to interest, however, as he re
membered the patient at No, 5 Pine
.Street. v '
Janie Dayton sat pillowed up in
bed. Her left arm lay in its sling
upon her bosom. The golden-brown
hair, combed smoothly away from her
temples, hung sbining over, her
shoulders. Out of its wealth, her
small white face turned hungrily to
her visitor.
He knew, by.' the -.strained, wide
look of tho large dark ej-es, that she
had learned of her affliction of her
mother's death by t he accident which
had so nearly killed her also.
"Poor child 1" he said, gently taking
her hand.
'What shall I do ?" she asked, look
ing at him with agaze so near insani
ty that he changed color with the
discovery. "There was only mother
and I!'"
r-tou will try to bcr it bravely,"
holding her strahTd' eyes with the
steady compcsfure of his own. "The
world is full of such troubles, my lit
tle girl. You are not alohe."
"I am alone !" she exclaimed, in de
solation. "She was all I had to love.
Mother; mother; mother I"
His heart ached.
"Do not cry so violently. You are
undoing all I have tried to do for
3'on
"Oh, for the pity sake, let her cry,
sir!" whispered his nurse. 'She
found out by accident, last evening,
that her mother was dead and buried,
and there she's set in bed rockinjrher
self all night, with not a wink of
sleep."
Frank felt sick with sympathy.
He went away from the heart-broken
girl, to be drawn back before night,
saying many kind things, trying to
infuse a little hope into the dark
spirit. But it was like warming a
statue to life to kindle '"light in this
crushed, white creature.
"She'll just fret her life away, doc
tor. It's no use; you'll see," said the
nurse, apart.
Then Gertrude departed, earlier
than she had expected, and Frank did
not see Janie Dayton for several days.
He returned to her residence appre
hensively. Her little waxen hand closed about
his finger like a child's as he sat
down.
i tll am glad you Jiave come," she
said, in a low, weary, weak voice, very
pitiful, because so young and utterly
without hope J "I want you to tell
rae what I ought to do.' 1 will try.'
"That is--right. Now take this
ordral, and then I will talk witli you
a" little while."
It was as he supposed. Sho bad no
friehds;-no home, no money, no skill of
any kind, and she was hardly tixteen
years old. '
"And no strength," ho said, deter
mined Jtd 'speak cheerily. ulWell, yo
are riot to blamo for that. For
tunately people earn their living
without strength. Hurry and get
well, and I will take ftiu. to a friend
of mine who will teach you to finish
photographs. That is pretty work.
And as for friends and home, that
will come, I promise you," looking
wjth pleasure at the first faint Smile
tfrid tinge of roseafe Color on the thin,
white cheek.
He kept his word. But with
health came an exquisite beauty to
this guileless, fragile creature, and
Frank saw that too much publicity
was unwise, and requested his friend
to send tho work to Janie's room, af
ter the first few preliminary lessons
a sunny room, bright with pictures,
books and flowers, and soon. Janie
Da3;ton's past receded into dream
land ; only the present was vital and
full.
If Gertrude had not gone. Frank
would have put Janie in her care,
But there was no use in speaking of
that now
Compassionating the strange isola
tion of this young creature, he made
it a ffile to never let a day go by
without bestowing upon her some
mark of kindness.
Sometimes it was but a cheerful
word, a new magazine, the daily pa
per often cr, a few flowers, or some;
rare, sweet book. Kindness deepen
ed to affection on his part. Gratitude
and trust swelled to passionate love
on hers. Pure of intention, he did
not realize that he had builded so
badly, until spring came.
Janie, having prospered, and need
ing such, had added a little studio to
her room, and as she sat there, Frank
slopped to leave an oi-der from a
friend for a little water-color sketch,
such as Janie bad shown unusual
taste in executing.
'"And now thatlhavecorigrfitntated
ypu Janie, I want you to congralute
mo7""A"rvery dear friend of mine is to
return from Europe next month I
have just had a better Miss Gertrude
Golding, the ladv I am to marry."
He turned toward a window, with
a smile, tapping his leg with his
cane.
"She is a very superior woman.
You will find her a friend worth
having. I have already written to
her about you."
He turned now to meet Janie's
smile. He only saw her swajr in her
seat, and fall, with a deathly face.
upon the carpet.
. He caught her up, and placed her
upon the lounge by the open window.
A rainy gust from a passing shower
swept over her. He stood looking at
that gentle young face; for, the first
time his eyes were opened,
r She lifted her lids at last, and with
. returning life came memory. A bit-
ler cry oroe irom ner nps, ana sue
covered, her face with her . hands.
How small and childlike the' shrink
ing, trembling figure! So good,
gentle and tender, and he had added1
another grief to her life I
"Janie! Janie!" he said, beseech-
inglyi
Her bitter weeping gave him aH'in-"
tolerable paih
"Janie! poor little thingj do you
care ? Have I made you so unhap
py when I was trjung to make you
.happy?" and involuntarily his arms
were around her.
"Do I care? I love no one no one
bat you, in all the world !" she sob
bed. It was true. He had won her Iovel
She was his, with all her sensitive,
sweet heart, her youth, her purity,
ne lifted one little white hand to his
lips, and kissed it reverently.
She slipped from his arms and fell
at his feet.
1
"Oh, Frank, do hotdo not leave
me
He looked do1 wn upon her for a
moment in silence, too deeply moved
to speak, untill she fell prostrate, and
lay moaning. Ho bent and lifted her
then.
. "Janie, I will never leaver yon: 1
have no right."
He uncovered her drenched face
ahd'looked into her sweet eyes.
"As I deal by you, so may God deal
by rrito!"
"And you say you do not love
her?" '.'-?;; . ' ' ;
. "I do not say so, Gertrude. ' She is
a weak, childlike, beautiful creature,
whose clinging love has twined about
me. No one ever knew her, I think, j
who did not regard her ! with affec
tion. She. Is is pure as a dewdrop,
guileless as an infant. I do love her j
for what she is, and if I leave her she
wilt die! Shall 1 leave her, Gertrude?
Gertrude Golding spoko with an
effort, but she spoko ctearlyl
"No!" sho said. "I can stand
alone ; she can not. In giving yon up,
Frank, I give up murriage, but I do
not give op everything. 1 can yet De
happy." , ! -
"In giving yon np, Gertrude, I
give up a source of inspiration that
would surely make me a greater man.
I, too, in a sense,shall be alone."
They looked earnestly, at ea'ctf
other. A few more earnest words,
and they were parted.
Frank married Janie. His friends
were surprised ; his parents disap
pointed ; but many said :
"She is a lovely little thing! I do
not wonder that he preferred her to
the proud Miss Golding."
in referenco to Gertrude, Janie
never probed his heart. From f He
time she hetml her name, a shadow
fell on her face which never afterward
wholly departed.
She was grateful, tender, loving,
humble. She strove to sweeten ner
husband's life, and she sncceeded. Ho
was never an unhappp man. '
When he took Janie' to his heart,
he counted the cost of what ho re
linquished. . He never counted it
again. He sent by a friend to tell
Gertrude, after she had gone abroad
again; that hfs wife was very happy,
and a blessing to hini. And it was
true.
The years wdht on four, six, eight,
ten !
A little, embroidered" handkerchief
felt from" Janie's" hand one day, and
Frauk, picking it up, saw that it 'was
spotted with blood.
"What is this?" he asked.
"My cough," she murmured.
He started and turned pale.
"Has this happened before, Janie ?"
"Yes ; several tfmes."
He knew that she was ill, had a
cough, but no one had ever noticed a
.1
change from her usual exceeding de
licacy. He .took her small face be
tween his hands, and turned it to the
light. There he read the whole
story. 1
Yes, Janie was dying. Born of a
consumptive family, only the exceed
ing comfort of her husband's horri'e
had cherished and preserved her life
so song. She lingered nearly a year,
and then died.
The busy world had forgotten
Frank's early engagement. There
were two hearts that never had.
A year later, society read in an
nouncement of the marriago of Dr.
Frank Earle and Miss Gertrude Gold
ing. It occasioned some reminiscen
ces and many atirmises, but no one
guessed the truth.
A Young Girl's Obtuseness.
From the Rockland (Me.) Courier.!
A young man and his favorite com
panion sat near the front at Burdetie's
lecture the other evening. When the
Hdtfkeye man had just finished con
vulsing his hearers with an account
of a youth's first shaving encounter
with a barber, the young man leaned
over and whispered v
"That's true-' to' life, I can tell you."
"How cam you tell me?" inquired
his girl.
"How?" he replied in a whisper,
"why that's just the way I felt when
I first got shaved."
''When was that Tr she1 asked.
"Oh, before 1 raised my moastacHe,"
he returned.
"What moustache?" she queried, a
little surprised.
"What moustache do you suppose V
he retorted, turning red.
"Wby, Charlie," whispered the girl,
"I never saw any moustache. Do
you mean--"
"Xever 'mind what 1 mean," hissed
the youhg man between his clenched
teeth. And he stared very hard at
the lecturer all the rest of the evening,
but somehow couldn't see anything to
laugh at. Sunday night he went to
see a new girl.
Every man likes flattery. It is
pleasant to be told that' we are great,
even if we know him to bo a fool who
tells us.-
Rag Carpets.
Noticing a short time sinco tho re
marks of Several housekeepers about
rag-carpets, I thought I would set
down my experience upon the sub
ject. All admit that carpets man-
ulacturcd from cast-off garments are
both useful and comfortable. I. can
not see much beauty in them myself,
but I discovered long ago that com
fort is of more importance than
beauty. I am always makinjr ra
carpets, and I presomo I shall do it as
long as life and strength permit.
When a garment is laid aside for
good, my practice is to strip it to
pieces, wash thoroughly, and cut, sew
and wind it into balls. I have a tight
barrel, with a paper spread over the
bottom and a sprinkling of fine tobac
co scattered over it. I put my balls
the n barrel, and every spring cut tho
rags at my leisure ; the children can
sow and wind them just as well as
any one. 1 sprinkle fine tobacco
over the balls and tuck an old sheet
over them ; cover tho barrel up tight,
and it is all right tilll get ready" to
add another contribution. In this
way I get my rags ready and keep
the house clear from an accumulation
of old, dirty garments that nro a
nuisance any way.
In making carpets I allow a pound
and a quarter of rags to fill a yard of
cloth 7 for a room twenty-live feet
square I calculate to have about
thirty-five or thirty -six pounds of
rags. If thcro aro any odds or ends
left over they are woven into a rii
that can be spread before stoves or
doors. I never expend time or labor
in coloring my rags. The last carpet,
I made I had rags enough for seventy
eight 3-3 rds, and I never fc'It'the labor,
at all ; it was done at odd jobs, and 1
Was astonished' to find I had such a
quantity finished. Lgencrally allow
threo knots and a half of warp to tho
yard. The labor of reeling and coloring-
the' warp" is" tlVe hardest part of the".
work for me. I know ever so many
people who color and pass a wholo
season over a carpet, but when it is
dbno it is only a rag carpet. Tho
prettiest one I ever saw was just
brown and blue, narrow stripes of
each, and shaded from dark to light j
a little black was woven in to ffto
tho dark contrast. One reason why
' we enjoy rag-carpets is this ; wo are
not afraid to use them, and when ono
is worn out wo can make another
just as good. Sweeping carpets wears
them out faster than using by half.
A stiff brbbm should never be used on
carpets; picking up shreds and bits
is the best way,' and brurdi the dust
off with a soft brush. S. II. II.
- His Former Address.
A Milfofd man, stupefied by drink
and the cold, was found near the Fair
Haven rolling roilj, the other night,
and taken in and rcsuscilated amid
the lurid glare of the molten iron and
the machinery. As he slowly camo
to and was asked where he belonged,
he looked about him in a frightened
manner and replied, "Well, when I
was on earth I lived in Milford."
j,.
Springfield Republican;
Coughing Up a IluIIet.
On the 4th of July, 18C3, at the bat
tle of Gettysburg, Albert Jackson was
shot in the right lung. The bullet
was not extracted. Mr. Jackson re
covered and removed to this coast.
Yesterday he was taken . with a vio
lent fit of coughing, something ob
structing his wind-pipe, and in tho
paroxysm the bullet was coughed up,
- Eureka Leader.
Puck has written an obituary which'
ought to receive the prize of a chaplet
of dry parsley. Not every poet could
express so much in so few words or eo
delicately refer to sad facte
A lady named Mary Magui -ah
Had trouble' in lighting her fi-ah ;
The; wood being green, a
She used kerosene
(Pause. Then continued solemly.)
She has gone where the fuel is dry ah.
When mountains are in the way of
the Lord't people, ho docs not permit
them to ascend and pass over their'
summits, but ho bids the mountains
give way. 1 ; He will not suffer his
saints to walk too high ; therefore, in
his providence he reduces the hills to
the vales, which aro pleasant and sai l
to humble pilgrims.
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