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LINCOLNTON- N. C, SATURDAY, MAY, 31, 1879.
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THE ALBUM.
Mv photograph album? Certainly,
You can look, if yon wish, my dear ;
To me it is just like a graveyard,
Thoujxh I go through it once a year.
And new faces? No, indeed. No,
I stopped collecting some years ago. -
And yet, Jfan net te, look well-tit the book ;
It is full of histories strange ;
The faces are just an index, dear,
To stories of pitiful change
Drama and poem and tragedy.
Which I alone have the power to see.
Ah ! I thought vou would pause at that
face ;
She was fair a a pool's lay.
The sweetest rose of her Iviglish hom?,
Yet she perished f;r. far, away :
At the black massacre at (.'awn pore
.he suffered anl died we know no
more.
And that? Oh, yes, 'tis a nolbe head!
Soul sits on the clear, lofty brow ;
She w.is my friend in the days gone by.
And she is my enemy now,
Mistake, and wrong, and sorrow alas!
One of life's tragedies let it pass.
This face? He was my lover, Jeannette ;
Ami perchance he remembers to-day
TIi' passionate wrong that wrecked us
. both
Yhen he s.-iih'd in his amrer awsiy.
1 Iart-sii-k and hopeless through weary
vea rs
At length I forgot him despite these
t ea rs.
Tint handsome fellow? lie loved me too;
I And he vowed he would die, my dear,
"When I tolil him "No" 'tis long ago;
He married the very next year.
Thafone I liked a little but he
Cared much for my gold, . nothing for
me.
lirhles and bridegrooms together, dear,
And most of them parted to-day;
Home famous men that are quite forgot,
Some beauties faded an 1 gray.
Cloe the book, for 'tis just as I said
"Full of pale ghosts from a life that's
'dead. .
A' Western Romance.
Klevcn years ago the daughter
of W. B. Wallace a little school girl
of seven years was" abducted from
her farther's house, in Portland, Ore
gon. Wallace searched high and low
for her, and though he felt certain that
her mother, from whom he was sep-cfatedj-had
taken her, there was no
clue to her whereabouts. One day
last month the father was surprised
to receive a dainty missive, addrcesed
in a neat hand. lie was still more
surprised when the words ."My dear
est, dearest father," met his eye.
lie read through his tears that Lib
lian was living with her mother at
Yankima, and that she had determin
ed either to reconcile her parents or
to live first with tho ono and then
with the other. She said that ber
mother put her in the Sisters school
at Vancouver, and that she had been
educated there. Wallace remembered
that he had been a policeman at Van
couver during a part of the time men
tioned by his daughter, and had pass
ed a thousand times under the shad
ow of tho school building, never dream
ing of her presence. Ho hastened to
Yankima, ami it was agreed that
there should bo a rcconcilation. Miss
Dillian is a handMMflc young lady of
eighteen now, and tbe part she played
in tho romance makes her the heroine
of Portland and of the far Northwest.
A young man in Nebraska sent art
offer of marriage-" to a girl in Iowa
whom he fanelcd, and 'in reply receiv
ed -this telegram "Come on with
your minister-"
THE MAD3IA?PS FIRE-CURE;
Fred Brace, commercial traveler,
stepped from the cars to the platform
of Ihe station, of Marshtown, with.a
look of disgust upon his face. Cer
tainly the prospect was cheerless
enough rain and mud, mud and rain
everj where.
Fred traveled for a Philadelphia
house, engaged largely in the whole
sale trade,and M'aa their leading sales
man. He never consulted his own
convenience, should .it be ,at all op
posed to the interests , of his employ
ers. Kven Esther Morrow, with her
tender brown eyes, could not make
him neglect business, even for an
hour.Evcry body said he was fortunate
in the possession of such a sweet
heart as Esther, and so indeed he
was.
Asjias already been stated, there
was a look of disgust' upon his face,
and mud and rain cvcrj'whero else.
At the station, which was such an old
broken-down affair that it looked as if
it might have been built for some rail
rpad before the flood, there was not a
living soul besides himself. There
was nothing for it but to walk
through the rain and mud to the
village, a good half-mile off. When at
last he entered the village hotel, his
fine broad-cloth clothing looked more
like a very wet bathing-suit than
anything else. The prospect here was
about as cheerless as at the station.
It was an out-and-out country hotel,
exhibiting a very dirt bar-rootn,very
rickcty stairs, and an apparent ten
dency on the part of the whole build
ing to topple over one of those places
in which a man of experience ex-
pects a bad bed and worse food.
But Fred had to put up with it.
There were two dealers in town who
must be seen, and there was no truth
hj- which he could Icnvc till next,
morning. With a igh he resigned
himself to the situation.
When he had gone up stairs, put on
some dry clothing and returned to the
bar-room, he found the rain had sud
denly ceased, and' that the sun was
bhiniii ' brightlv. You iiiav be sure
it added nothing to his pleasure to
think that by wailing half an lnnr at
the station ho might have escaped
that disagreeable wetting.
It was just dinner-time, and having
disposed of what little ho could of
what was set before him, he sallied
out on business.
In spile of the past rain, it was a
scorching afternoon. The sun seem
ed resolved to burn the world up.
Nature seemed to gasp with
the intence heat. By supper
time everything was so dry, that no
one would ever have suspected it had
rained that day.,
After supper, the landlord said to
Fred, in an apologetic wa3" :
"Yours is a double-bedded room. I
hope 3ou won't be put out by it j but
Til have to let another gentleman
have ono of the beds."
Fred being of an accommodating
disposition, replied good-naturedly :
"Oh, that's all right l"
He spent tho evening with ono of
h;s customers -Fred found sociability
paid and at ten started back to the
hotel.
As was natural, as he walked along
the country road, his thoughts turn
ed upon his room-mate. What kind
of a man would he bo? -Short or tall,
stout or slim, gay or grave ? Would
ho snore ? The last question was by
far the most important.
When he entered the hotel, he in
quired jfthe stranger had gono to his
room. .Receiving an affirmative an
swer,ho proceeded to do likewise. His
knock at the d oar was answered by a
deep, melodious vofce,and when bo en
tered ho saw the strainger 'comfort
ably settled in an aruvchair, reading."
'Welcome, sir 1M said the deep voice-,
in quite a dramatic way.
Fredaw at a glance that the strang
er was a large, stout man, of great
strength an ugly customer in a
fight, no doubt. But bo had quite a
mild face, pleasant on the ' whole,
though tho eyed seemed very blade
and) restless. '- " ' ''
"It my habit," he saRf to Fred,
"to lock tbe door of my room and put
the key in my pocket. I think this
-wise when In '- a strange placed You
will have no objection?"'
'Certainly not,V:rcplicd' Fw-d; qhito
rden:nH with the Rtriinrvpi h -manner.
Bogg".' You have no doubt heard of
ttoggs.
Fred had not heard of Boggs, a'nd
so expressed himsclfi
"Ah," returned tno other, "I'm sur
prised !"' : . ; -
Havfntf locked the door and put the
key in his pocket, he returned to his
chair, and again" took his book in hfa
hand.
"Mr. By-thc-why vthai H your
name, sir V
".Brace."
"Thank.. yon. . TGIjj U quite an in
teresting subject npon' which 1 am
reading, Mr. Brace. -
"Indeed ! What is it, Mr. Boggs ?"
TThe stranger had been sitting with
his chair toward tho window. He
now turned it sharp! round, and
looking Fred full in the face, with
those cold-black eyes glistening said,
in a strange whisper :
"This book, sir, is upon tho treat
ment of the insane."
Fred started at the significance of
the man's manner. The quick action
of turning the chair, the glitter of the
black eyes, tho whisper, so intense in
its emphasis all seemed strangely
disproportioncd to the subject and
circumstances.
Fred making no reply, the strang
er rose from the chair and paced the
room with quick strides, continuing :
"Yes, sir; on the treatment of the
insane. But it's all bosh! None of
these doctors know anything about
the matter. I am the only living man
who understands the subject. I say
living man, because it is known to. the
dead, and from tho dead I learned
it."
The suspicion that had flashed on
Fred Brace before was now a ecrtaintyl
lie was alone with a madman ! Alough
himself a man of no mean strength,
3et when he looked at the gigantic
statue of vthc maniac it was
a great relief to think that his
insanity was apparently of a mild
type. Having read somewhere that
ft was well to humor the insane'," lie
asked :
Could you tell me the secret, Mr.
Boirjf?" "
lyooking searchingly at him with
those terrible eyes, the stranger in
quired, in fJrat bloou-CMIling
whisper :
'You will never reveal it, upon
-our soul ?"
"Upon my soul, I will never rcYca"?
it."
'Then listen to the secret to)d me
by the dead. Like cures like all the
world knows that, or ought to. Why
are men insane?"
Here the maniac stood by frcd'y
side, and whispered in his car ;
'Why arc. they insane, I ask? Be
cause their heads and brains arc hot
because their brains arc on fire !"
Oh, the terrible emphasis of the
man's words and manner ! oh, the
wild glitter of those dark ej-es ! Fred
shuddered at thcterrible fancy.
Have I not said like cures like ?
Then, what is the cure for a burning
brain? Fire, fire! Lurid flame, with
its scorching tongues !"
The man's earnestness was awful.
Fred dared not call for help could
only sit there striving to hide the fear
that caused cold sweat to burst from
every pore.
"Aye," the madam went on, "walk
the' insane quickly through fire, and
they are cured !"
Suddenly, he placed his hand on
Fred's forehead, then burst into a low
triumphant laugh.
"Why, man, half the world's mad,
If they did but know it. You arc mad
your head burns and scorches my
hand! Oh, if it were winter, and a
fire in the grate, how quickly I could
cure j-ou !"
How devoutly thankful Fred felt
that it was summer 1 Still, tbinfcrng
, to humor the madman, he said :
"I am surprised to hear that I am
insane, sir ; but you nrnst know, nd
I yield to your experience. I even re
gret that there is rx, fire in the grate.
Where there, I would gfadf permit
you to try the experiment," ... , ; ,
Thus the terrible hours wore , on;
Fred not daring to : go to bed, the
madman- showing no desire to do so.
It was past midnight all had retired,
and silence reighned throughout- the
bouse. Tho madman was- seated
agaih;-but still poured out his-stratige
vagaries.- Jit one. time lie liad .sug-
and taking the lamp in his hand,
almcrat carried the idea into execution,
red dissuaded him however, by sug
gesting that the flame would not be
hot enough. v , , , - j. :
As ire have said, it' was past mid
night and alljwas still. Sddenly the si
lenco wtfs broken by cries of terror
knd the tread of hurrying feet upon
the stairs. Tliere was a suffocating
smell in the i-oorn; and both men,
sintiing at-J tho door, saw smoke
sweeping through its chinks, A
moment after there wa's a fo'tfef fa'pi
and a voice .screaming : Quick, quick!
for j-our lives ! The ' house is on
fire!"
Fred sprang to his feet, but like a
flash the madman was upon him, pin
ioning i ft? to the chair.
"Fool !" he hissed out, "do you not
sec that this is a Providence ? The
flame shall cure ou this night!"
That grip was tiki iron;
there was do shaking it off.
The house seemed deserted now,
but Fred could her voices outside be
neath his "window ; but his shriek for
help was smothered by the maniac's
strong hand.
The voices outside were many, and
the village engine was already pouf
ing 'its streams upon the burning
building.: The room was full of smoke,
but still that madman pinioned Fred
to the chair and smothered bis cries.
Suddenly be loosed his hold, and
drew the key of the door from his pock
et. Fred sprung to the window.
Those below, saw him.
"A ladder ! Help ! help 1 for
heaven's sake ! I am alone in this
room with a madman !" ho cried
out.
But the maniac's hand was on his
neck and his powerful arm around
his waist. The open door, already on
fire, showed the centre of the building
one lurid flame. Even at that distance
it almost scorched him. It seemed a
miracle that tbe -roam in whieh they
stood was not tin fire. The stairway
fell with a'crash, arid before them was
only a yawning gulf of flame. Fred
was a powerful man, and, as the mad
man dragged him tcwarrd it," ftfttgbt
every fhi'hv
But what avail was his strength
against that of the maniac? Inch,
by inch, foot b)v ffrj?.,- he tts drawn
nearer that awful gulf. 1 The hot
breath oflhe fire ws ncrw intolerable.
fJi'frt trc restated vrt!gfTmsration1
stiff thrc lunatic, lairghing" with' that
wild triunfpirant Jauglv, dragged him
nearer to that horrible fa'tc.
Hotter, hotter, grows the air I- One
burst of flame darts into the room,
and leaves its mark upon the mad
man's faco; but fie Only laughts the
louder and drags Fred on.
So choked and strangled by the
srnoko now that he is almost uncon-
pious, Fred closes his eyes ;wbFle' Ms
burning flesh shrinks from its coming
torture. .
He knows the madman fa preparing
for one last mighty struggle, and that
when it is over he will be the prey of
that awful flame.
But there is a heavy footstep be
hind them. Upon the madman's head
with crushing power, the strong arm
of a brave young farmer brings down
a heavy cudgel. The maniac falls for
ward over the edge of the doorway
into that pandemonium of.flamc. --
That same strong arm is around the
now unconscious form of Fred Brace
and is bearing him toward air and
life.
When he opened his eyes again, he
was in bed, - and sympathetic faces
were bending over him.
He was not seriously injured, arid in
a few days he told his Esther all the
terrible stoiy," and kissed away the
tears she shed in sympathy.
When the debris of tbe firo was
cleared away, the body, of the poor
maniac, charred past recognition, was
found. How tho fire brofeo otfti was
never known.
. It is not often that a soft ?nsfrer
turns away wrath, after all. He
wanted, to appear modest, far more
modest than he really was, and so
when , she shyly asked, - "What are
yon?" he answered with a sigh, "1
am nothing.". Then her woman's wit
rose right un. and she said- in- gentle
tonesc- Pbn-;-sirv- X suppose that 14-
must benextonottiing."'
. Texas contains 175594.570 . acres of
Work of Tlri 6Trorth Ga.,
Roughs.
FVom' th'e Atlanta Constitution.
KingstonGa., May 23.
Just before noon to-day the depot
at this place was the theatre of one of
the hardest fought and bloodiest
rencounters ever known in north
Georgia. Tbe facts In the case can be
readily told and arc suggestive.
This morning a lafgo paVty of
Sabbath-school pfetfpTe from Acwbrth
featlted1 frer'e op'ori tHe" tfffirf to spend
th'e cifty fn' plcrric and other pleasures.
Among those who accompanied the
party were three brothers named
Morris, from Acworth, one of whom,
Thompson Morris,1 was the town
marshal of Acworth.-'
These rffen appear to have been fn
tho mood to enjoy a frolic not at all
in keeping with the objects of their
neighbors mad brought with them, or
procured herb, whisky enough to
make them boisterous and unruly.
They visited a bouse of bad character
in this vicinity, it is said, and were
ordered away from it on' a'ccfttrnt of
their unseemly behavior. After
leaving it Thompson Morris is charged
with borvrng fired his pistol in the
strcctSj thereby violating an ordinance
of the town, Kingston being incor
porated. Mr John Buirough, the
town marshal, approached the party
and told tbe offender that he had
violated the ordinance and he would
have to arrest him, or collect from
him the usual fine of one dollar. Some
discussion of an angry nature ensued,
but Morris paid the dollar'. After
wards some one informed him that
Burrough had no right to collect the
dollar from him, and led him to think
that he had been imposed upon by
the officer.
Morris followed Burrotiirh down to
tho depot and spoke to him,' telling
him that he (Burrough) had no right
to collect the dollar from him and
making some angry and, excited
remarks.
Burrough said: "There is the
mayor over (here ; go and ask him if
1 did not have the right and if I was
not ?fr dut bound to collect ft'
Morris retorted: "Yon call bihV
over here yourself!"
Burroughs' said ; "That is not my
business;' if you want to ask him, go
and do so yourself,"
Morris thereujtori flew riito- a rage
and slapped Burrotiglf in the face,
cursing him as he did so. Joseph
Morrw and the other brother were
standing by, in assisting distance.
Burrough raised his stick as though
to defend himself from further assar'
when Joseph Morris drew his pistol
and snapped it in an attempt to shoot
Burrough. The latter stepped back
to avoid this new attack and Tbomp
son Morris and Burrougb also drew
their pistols and" a general fusHade
began between the two brothers upon
tthe ono side and Burrough alone upon
the other. '
Burrough began to retreat across
tho railroad tracks and the Morrisses
pursued him. The firing was
rapid and at close quarters. The
Mori isses fired until they exhausted
tho chambers of their revolvers, while
Burrough fired at each as best ho
could and shot both bis pursuers.
Although thus wounded they sup
plemented their bullets with rocks
and threw at Burrough until they
fell in their tracks from the effects of
their wounds. Burrough also sent a
ball through the clothing of the third
brother. Burrough was not hit by
any of the shots fired at him.
. Thompson Morris was shot near the
region of the heart and died in about
thirty minutes after ho was struck.
Joseph Morris was shot in the abdo
men and lingered until C pi m-., when
he, too, expired.
'BarfGftfgh', knowing that there' were
so many citizens of Acworth present
in the town and fearing they might
pdesrre to rawke trouble for bim, disap
peared and his whereabouts are not
known. It is expected that he will
appear to-morrow as the general
public verdict is that his acts were
purely in self defence.
He is a: man of cool and determined
bravery and strict in the performance
of his duties. At the same time he is
one who would not do another an an-
The father of the unfortunate
Aforris was in Kingston and with his
accompained by him and his other
son and citizens of Acworth, were
taken upon the down train to-night to
their homo to await burial on Sunday,
it is thought. Tho elder Morris dc-
ceasd, leaves a family it is said. Thd
affair is very deeply deplored by every
one, and tbe family of deceased have
the sympathies Of aIl,noiwithstanding
the young men lost their lives in this
reckless and unnecessary manner. Mr;
Bufro'crgh is reported as much affect
ed that ho should have been forced to
kill theso young men, but feels that
but for Providential direction to tho
affair ho would himself have been th
victim.
How a Young Man Lost His Do
''This is tho station, is it ?" he asked
as they opened tho 'dcor of cell No. 5
at the Central and waved him. in.
"Yes." '
uThcn I'm the same as in jail,, am
I?" J
"You are."
"All right! This is the last gel"
darned time I'll believe anybody
under oath ! So g ahead with your
Old brfstfle business."
lie was a young man of 24, wear
ing his overalls in bis boot legs, and" "
before coming to town he had broken
off1 a twig from a poach tree and
placed the blosoms behind his hat
band and over his left car. "
"Hast thon been deceived ?" in
quired our reporter, as the officer got
through locking the cell door.
"Hast 1 1 ell, you'd better bet I
hast I ! I'm a reg'Iar eight rail fence
blown (fat by a tornado.1 I'm going to
commit the suicide when I get out o'
this, I am !"
A chow of tobacco and a few kind
words opened his heart,, and ho ex
plained :
"You see, I lost my dog in town
the other da', and I come in this
morning to find him. Dad, tho
darned old" bosswood, told tno to call
on a fortune teller and find oat who
slole Tige, aud I was fool enough to
do it fool enough to doit! I
i to
back
called on a woman back up here
I about a mile, gfn her $2, and tays J,
wherc's Tigc ? He's up here in a
Dutchman's yard, says she. Did ho
steal him ? says I. Ife did, says she.
Then I'll bust his bead, says I. .You
will marry rich, have lots of happiness,
live to be 100 3'cars old and go to
Heaven when you die, eaj's she, and
she Stopped -rolling her eyes and
hawked onto them $2 like a turkey
on a 'talcr-bug."
"And vou found Tigc?"
"You hold on ! I found the Dutch
man's, and says f, wherc's my., dog ?
I don't know says he. You're a liar, .
says I, and with that we had it which
and t'other, and ho had. just flung md
out doors tfheii (ho constable earns
along and nailed me."
"Well ?"
"Well, I'm in a nice fix, I am ! Tige
gone, 2 gone, me in the jug and dad
planting corn with a blind eye and
lame back ! We're a nice family
take us all in a heap, and you go out
and bet ten to one we arc ! No, you
can't help any, Mess you want to leave
me a lead pencil. I feel like com--posing
a poem on a fool, and I'll
write it on the wall' here. Good-bye,
Mister come back in an hour a'nd I'll
have a poem done and be in my grave
mebbe, for I can't bear up under
more'n a wagon load of woe" De
troit Free Press. -
"Patrick," said the priest, "tho
widow Molony tells me that you have
stolen one of her finest pig. Is that
so?" "Yes, yer honor." "What have
you done with rt f "Killed and ate
it, j-cr honor." "Oh, Patrick when
you are brought face to face with the
widon7 and ' her pig on Judgement,
Day, what account Wrll "you give of
yotafserf -cvhen the vidow accuses yon
of the theft ?" "Did you gay that tbfTy
pig would be there, your riverence T1
"To be sure I did." "Well thenyour
riverence, I'll say,
there's your pig f"
'Mrs. Molonyy
Life changes its aspect as we grow
old. In our young dayswc arc com-
pellcd to give tbe closest attention to
the rufe of three. As we advance in ,
years, htfwcver, things simplify tbcm4 .
TjIves in a very mysterious way, and
jft we arc married we generally find that
the rule of one is about all wc can sub-