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An Independent Family Newspaper: IToi- tlie Promotion or the Political, Social, -Arriculttxrnl nnd.Comraorcial Interests of the Soutn. VOL 7. LINCOLNTON, N. C., SATURDAY, AUG. 23, 1879. NO. 352, PUBLISHED BY tx-.vtve: brothers, TERMS IN ADVANCE : One copy, one year . One copy, six months........... r2.00 1.00 fiirde copv, fgST To "persons who make up clubs of ten or more names, an extra copy of the paper will be furnished one -year, free of ehire. ADVERTISEMENTS Will be inserted at One Dollar ner square ("one inch,) for the first, and Fifty cents tvr square for each subsequent insert ion- ess 'than three months. No advertise ment considered less than a square. Quarterly. Semi-Annual or Yearly con tracts will be made on liberal terms the contract, however, must in all cases be confined to the immediate business of the firm or individual contracting. Obituary Notices and Tributes of Res pect, rated as advertisements. "Announce ments of Marriases and Deaths," and' no tices of a religious character, inserted er:tis. and solicited. Selected 3?pcir, A "LILY. Though the soil of sin lies on the hind, '.Throujrh slime still a lily may hir.e, Still the stars of a !st Eden "low, Looking up from the darksome mine. , 'lis a dull city court-room where Si rf, Hold Vice, sad Remorse, and Mistake, Answer questioning Law at its bar, Where Justice, though blind, keeps awake. Here a decalogue broken, lies prone O'er one who was pure once and fair, In a -mother's arms cradled king syne, Now drifted beyond human cure. Captured Theft shows its grimy hand there, And liiot, with eyes dull and red, Questions still if the pain of Remorse Belongs to the heart or the head. "M:iry Martin, found drunk in the street," The prisoner arose at the call, Young and fair, yet the soil of the street Rested thick on the dress and shawl. Very shame-faced, and tearful ami pale, And the kindly old Judge spake low ; 'Far too good for the Island ;" then asked, ' This prisoner does no one here know?" Then a young work irg man from the croud .'Stepping forward, said: "Sir, I do;" "Sue's my w ife, Sir ! T thought in my heart, This time I would let it go through. "Hut I-can't do it, Sir, after all ; She's been a goo I wife,, Sir, to me, And I love her." Some eyes looking on Dimmer grew, as the Judge set her free. When the man drew her hand in hisarm, Brushing soil from her dress and her shawl, Did the clerk -.make tin entry, "Love blooms ' w v.-i laiiuic iio biii, itiiL'i Trusting Futurity. At four hundred and something Jones Street is a fortune-teller, who has made a new departure in the as trological profession by causing her customers' horoscopes to appear on a slate lying upon the table. She en joys the large patronage due to a soothsayer who serves up at the very least a rich uncle in India, and the undying secret love of a dark-eyed person of the other sex, according to circumstances, to each cash client. The other day, as young Guffey and a half-dozen boon companions were going home from the club in a state of owlish self complacency, they came to where Signora Clementina's sign invited the passer-by to -peer into fu turity. They accordingly filed slowly in, and, sitting around the signora's table, had whole hunks of coming events dealt out to each. When they arose to depart, Guffey waited until his party had got safely into the street, and then putting his hand into his vest-pocket, inquired the amount of the bill. "Seven relatives at two dollars and a half," replied the sorceress, sweetly "just seventeen dollars even." "And you are sure everything on that" slate will come out all right?" "O ! it's certain sure." "Then put the bill on the slate, too and the wicked young man had just time to escape before an educa tional adjunct was shivered just where his head had been. Sharp. "Darn a fool ln said Wilkins to his wife. "Certainly," replied Mrs. Wilkins, flourishing a darning needle. Whereabouts are you worn out?" tsome people are too smart to live long, : retorted, he.; "My dear," she answered, sweetly, i'let me congrat u lato ypu upon -your fair prospect for a long life." : WHAT SHE BID WITH HIM. Ruth Starling smiled through the tears that sparkled on her "dimpled cheeks liko dew-drops on the heart of a rose. . "I love .Charley dearly, and I know he loves me ; but his people are rich and proud, and would never consent to his marrying a poor seamstress. When Ills sister, Mrs. Howe she's only his half sister, you know found it out she was angry enough, you may be sure. She waited until Char ley had left town, and thon told me she didn't want mc any longer, with lots of other things a good deal more disagreeable to hear. 1 heard of your Aunt Polly's death, and thought that I would come and stay with you a few weeks. All the families are out of town now that would be likely to give tnc employment." Mary Delevan's kind heart was touched by the timid, deprecating look in the soft, dark eyes that were lifted to hers. "Tm so glad you've come, dear. I've been very lonely since aunt died. I don't mean to let you go away very soon, either. You know I always said that you should live with me when I was married. Only, I am not ma me J yet." Ruth looked a little curiously at the face on whose sweet serenity there was now a touch of sadness "And what about that handsome young lawyer, Brock ley, who was so attentive to you the last time I was here?. It is not fair for you to keep mc in ignorance when I have told you everything." " ''There is nothing to tell," said Mar,-with a smile and sigh. "Mr. Brock Icy was poor. Aunt Polly didn't believe in love, vou know. She thought people ouht not to marry unless they 'bettered their condition,' as she called it. Aunt was old and infirm, and I could not leave her. My-lover if I can "call him such got lired of waiting, I suppose. At all events, lie went away, and has named since, I have heard. Let us change the subject." The subject was pretty effectually changed by' the entrance of Kitty, uarys iime nanumam, wmi a toiler, whose contents threw her vou n r mistress into a maze of perplexy and astonishment. They were as follows : "Beau Madam : You are hereby notified that 3011 have been duly ap pointed executrix of the estate of Hester. Cady, deceased, and guardian oi'her grand-newphew and heir. "You can have all necessary papers ant information by calling at the office of North, Harding & Co., Coun- sellors at-Law, 20 State st., S :." "Can it be in tended for me ?" was Mary's wondering exclamation as she picked up the envelope, on which was written in a round clerkly hand: "Miss Mary A. Delevan." "Such a queer letter!" she added, in response to the wide-opened eyes of Tier companion, and tossing it into her lap. "Goodness me!" exclaimed Ruth, as she made herself mistress of its contents, "And who is Hester Cady?" "She is an old friend of Aunt Polly's - and why she should make me execu trix, and guardian to a boy, is more than I know !"'..-' "If it was : only a girl, now; you can do most anything with girls," smiled Ruth, in the serene conscious- ness that girls. were a. higher order of beings. "What will you do with him ?" "Impossible !" cried Mary, looking "I've half a mind not to do any- in helpless bewilderment at the smil thing with him !" responded Mary, in ig faceAbat was all of a head higher the same "aggrieved tone and man - ners. "That wouldn't do," said Ruth, wiih a sapient shake of her pretty head. lI don't know what 1 shall do with him F sighed Mary. "Of course he'll spoil my garden, hack up my furni - tore and keep me continually in hot water!" "He would n be a boy if he didn't t ,1 in 1 1 1 T1..1L tv uo mat 1 laugueu xwuiu. necr mind, Mary ; you just turn him over to me. You have two servants, and next to no sewing, and I was afraid that I shouldn't find enough to do to keep me out of mischief. Now I'vo found out what my mission is. I rather like boys; and I'll take this one entirely off your bands so tbat ho sha'nt bother yoa the least bit in the world!" Though a little dubious in regard to powers that she had never seen tested, Mary was not a little cheered by this assurance, together with Ruth's hopeful way of looking at things. The next morning the two girls started out, bright and early, in the pony-chaise, for the good old city of S , which was only five miles dis tant. They experienced no difficulty in finding the law office named, and whose only occupant was a young man about twenty-five, who was writing at a desk. "It is Mr. Brpckley, I do believe!" whispered Ruth. Rising to his feet, the young law yer turned towards them a face radiant with surprse and pleasure. It was too late to retreat, if Mary had wanted to do so, so there was nothing to do but go forward. "Mr. North has stepped out, but will be back shorilv," said Mr: Brock ley, the junior partner of the firm, in reply to her questions. With these words he ushered the two into an inner office. Mary's cheeks were very' red, but there was a grave expression. in her eyes from which h.c vainlv strove to obtain an answering glance. (riving Mary a scat by tho window which he lowered for her express benefit, Mr. Brockley withdrew, ' pausing for a moment on the thres hold, in the vain hope of receiving a look from' the blue eyes that were ob stinately bent upon the floor. "What a pity he's married ; he's just as much in love with you as ever !" whispered Ruth, upon whom this lit llo by-play was: not lost. "For shame !' responded Mary, turning very red. At this moment Mr. North entered. When Mary made known her er rand, he stared at her for mmnents without speaking. "Are you Miss Mary A Delevan, of Wilton?" .' "Yes." "How old arc you '?" "Twenty-two.'' "Humph! Any one else there of L jjat name v" lty(ji tbat x know of responded i questioning, but tiding in supposin it to be a layer's way. Then, a moment later: "The the boy you mentioned, "Boy ?" "Yes; Mrs. Cady's grand-nephew ?" "Oh, yes. Well, your ward is a pretty big boy, ma'am. I'm expect ing him in every minute ; then he can speak for himself. Excuse me until then." And out of the room he darted. "Did you hear that, Ruth ?" faltered Mar-, in a tone of dismay. "A big boy ! What can I do with him? I've half a mind to to run away !" "Nonsense ! Mary ; don't be fright ened. Didn't I tell you that I'd take charge of him? I am not afraid of any boy, big or little !" Here a young man entered, who, glancing at the speaker, advanced eagerly towards her. "Ruth !" "Charlie!" j "I never thought to find you iierel" "Nor I yoa." Then, suddenly re membering Mary, Ruth added : "Miss J Delevan, Mr. Smith." "Also your ward, Mrs. Cady's grand-nephew," said Mr. North, who was just back of him. j than her own "That is the way the will reads, at all events," said the lawyer, smiling "Mrs. Cady had some very peculiar notions; her nephew is twenty-one just your own age, I believe but he is not to come into posession of his j property until he is twenty-five, or marry without his guardian's consent. If he's as willful as most young -men on that point, youH have a lively I a : r . ' 1 unto ui iu "I'm not in the least willful ; Miss Delevan will have no trouble with me at all," interposed Mr. Smith, whose countenance was expressive of the most serene satisfaction. "I I think there must be some mistake," 6tamniered Maryr looking from one to the other. "That is what I think," said Mr. North. "I have a strong suspicion that Mrs. Cady had in view, when she made her will, your Aunt Polly, as she was generally called, but whose real name was Mary, and who died about the same time. However, there being no other Mary A. Delevan in existence, there is no one to dispute your right to the office in question, unless Mr. Smith decides to do so." "Which I have no intention of doing," was the gallant response. "With one exception" here he glanced at Ruti "there is nobody else that I would rather have fjr my guardian angel." "I think I shall transfer yon to her," laughed Mary. "Ever since I had thai letter I've asked myself over and over again what I should do with you ; now I've found out. "You promised to talce- him off my hands, you know," she added, turning to Ruth. Mr. Smith eagerly protested his entire concurrence with, this arrange ment; and if Ruth was silent her smiles and blushes were quite as elo quent. The three now took themselves down the stairs to where the pony chaise was standing, and Mr. Brock ley followed. It was Ruth's turn now. : "I'm going back with Charlie," said she, as that individual drew her arm in his. "Judsinir from annearances. 1 don'tthink you'll miss me much." U C71 11 1 Guided by that roguish glance, Mary turned towards Mr. Brockley, who was standing quietly by the car iage, her eyes very bright with the indignation at her heart. "Mr. B rookie-, how is your wife?" "My wife that is to be I hope is very well, thank you. In fact she never looked so well, in my eyes, as now !" Then, in quite another tone : "I am not- married, Mary. And what is more, unless you marry mc I ; .never shall be ! ' loo happy and bewildered for words, Mary suffered the speaker to assist her into the carriage and take ... w a: place, by her side. What was said during the long and delightful drive that followed, is none of our eoncern, reader; but the satis factory understanding that resulted from it can be inferred from the double wedding that took place a few weeks later, when Mary became Mrs. John Brockley, and Ruth Mrs. Chas. Smith. It Isn't the Fish. A citizen who was yesterday get- tmr ready for a trip to the Flats and a struggle with bass and pickerel, was stopped on the street by a solemn-minded acquaintance; who said : "It seems curious to me that yon will go up there and sit in the hot sun and fish, when fish are so cheap in the market." "Why, I didn't care a cent for the fish," replied the other. "Then why do you go?" "I don't mind telling you, but don't let it go any further," whispered the fisherman. "Every fisherman you meet up there offers you a ten cent ciirar and a drink of six dollar whiskey, while you may walk around town all day, aud never be asked to take a glass of water with a piece of fly paper in it !" The . solemn-minded man looked horrified, but he, hadn't gone two blocks before he entered a store and asked to see a fish-line a cheap one. In Mourning. A man was standing on a corner the other day, gazing around at nothing particular, when a friend stepped up to him and said 1 "I see you have a mourning band on your hat." KYes, I have ; it's for my mother- 1 ft in-law " "Your mother-in-law ?" "Yes, my mother-in-law," replied the man in mourning. "Why, I didn't know she was dead."- . "Well, she isn't she recovered. Events are only the "winged shut- -i y f ties which fly from" one side of the loom of life to the other, bearing the many colored threads out : of w hrch the fabric of oar characters ia made- t How to Pack a Trunk. Mr. Bowerraan and wife left for the country yesterday... One could tell their trunks were not over half full, as they were pitched into the bag gage car with a crash. They began packing a week ago. When the sub ject was broached he said he preferred to pack his own trunk, and h didn't propose to take a whole mouth 10 it. either. All he intended to. lake alon was an extra suit, and he could throw that in most anv wnvY Night before last he began work. It struck him that he had better put in an extra pair of boots, as a foundation and he flung 'em in the corners with bis clean shirts. The shirts didn't seem toVride very well, and he braced them with two pairs of trousers. Then he stuff ed his Sunday coat pockets with collars and cuffs, and found a place for it, used his white vests for "chinking," and the balance of his clothing just filled it nicely. 'The man who takes over ten min utes to pack his trunk is a dolt 1" 6aid Mr. Bowerman, and he slammed down , the lid and turned the key. Mrs. Bowerman had been at it just seven days and seven nights, and when the husband went up stairs at 10 o'clock she sat down before the open trunk with tears in her eyes. "You see how it is," she explained, as ho looked down in awful contempt. "I've got only part of my dresses in here, saying nothing of a thousand other things, and even now the lid won't shut down. I've got such a headache I must lop down for a few minutes." ? . "She went away to lop, and Mr. Bowerman sat down and mused 2 "Space is space. The use of space is in knowing how to utilize it." Removing everything, ho began re packing. Ho found that a silk dress could be rolled to the size of a quart jug. A freshly starched lawn was made to take the pface of a pair of slippers. Her brown buntiug fitted into the niche she had reserved for three handkerchiefs, and her best bon net was turned up in its box, and packed full of underclothing. He sat there Yiewing sufficient empty space to pack in a whole bed when she re turned and said he was the only good husband in this world, and she kissed him on tho nose as he turned the key. "It's simply the differenco between the sexes," was his patronizing reply as he went down stairs to turn on the burglar alarm. When that wife opened the trunk last night ! But screams and shrieks would avail nothing. Roast Neck of MttttOii. Take a piece of the best end Of the neck, trim off all superfluous fat, saw off the chine, wrap up the joint in a piece of oiled paper. Roast it at a brisk fire, basting frequently. "When it has roasted half an frouY sprinkle the joint freely with salt and put it near the fire, and as soon as it has taken a good color it is ready. Time of roasting must necessarily vary, ac cording to the nature of the fire, the size of the joint and the taste of those for whom it is cooked for eating meat overdone or underdone. No hard and fast rule can be given for the time of roasting. Run Out. Little Gcorgie Johnson is a bright little fellow of his years, and is noted for his smart sayings. The other day he went into a neighboring candy store, and inquired for a particular kind of candy. "Well, I am very sorry, ; Georgie," replied the owner of the store, "but it has all run out." . "Well, then, give me some almonds," said Georgie, "They arc ran out too. ."Won't any thing else do yoa?' continued the man ,' Any cocanats?" inquired Georgie. "Well, that's too bad, Georgie they are run out, too." Becoming disgusted; Georgie archly inquired : ... VDon't you think, Mr. 31., that you had better run out, too ?" -It "does not follow that a man will at last learti to keep bis word because he finds, ' that ' nobody will take it, . ' . ; - Religions. The secret which you never tell Is the - only one that isr absolutely safe. tgnoranco of the whole truth is the source wnence proceed tho greatest errors. . The man who does not help ns at the right moment does not help us at all. Some one has said that there is no pleasure that can equal that of going to chnreh.- He who has a true friend has great riches ;, he who has a false friend isr ' hopelessly in debt. There is happiness enough in the world for all of us. The chief diffi culty is in getting our sharo of it. A kind word is worth sometimes more than a dollar. And yet if the exchange could be made at par every body would make a business of say ing kind words and so their kindness would bo destroyed. Value of Sheep Manure. There is no manure more fertilizing in its naturo than that of tho sheep, and it does not so readily waste by exposure as that of other animals. A German agriculturist has calculated that the droppings from 1,000 sheep during a single night would manure an acre of land sufficiently. Cloter Pasture. Clover pasture when young and growing rapidly is generally consider ed too full of water, compelling animals to eat too much bulk in order to obtain sufficient nutriment, ex panding their stomachs and crowd ing upon the space allotted to tho lungs and other viscera. Clover is undoubtedly less valuable for young pasture than for any other purpose to which it is usually devoted, but if allowed to blossom and then cut, wilt ed and fed in tho stable there is scarcely another forage crop that will yield so much food? per aero for stock, and farmers are fast finding it out. One acre of clover cut and fed in this way will keep a given nflmbor of animals as long and well as two acres pastured, and stock will not be obliged to expend nearly as much of the force acquired in fighting flies. Manure. This is a favorabjo month for gatby ering materials for tho compost heap. Road dust, which is particularly val uable for adding to the compost heap and mixing with the scrapings of tho poultry yard, may bo gathered now in abundance. The damage which is frequently done to manure by ex posure to the hot sun may be avoided by keeping it in compact, flattened heaps and watering now and then if need be with a few barrels of water Cat all weeds oat of tho pastures, lest they may be cropped by cows or horses, and tho seeds brought homo to go upon the fields again in tho manure. . : 4m Bran for Cows. A great reccomnsendation of brart as food for cows is that it restores to the soil the, phosphates and other saline materials which milk carries off in large quantity. The pastures of our old dairy farms have become ex hausted of their salino elements by the vast amount of milk and bones they have produced, and there is no more effectual restorer of fertility than bran. We have seen wonderful effects on old, worn out pastures by feeding tho cows, not only in winter, but all through the .year, with wheat bran. In summer it is fed, three or four ouarts Der dav to each cow made . A " . " into a mash with whey, and tho re sult is seen in the pastures, not as soon, but as nearly, as in tho milk pail.: In the winter bran and roots, or brain and .meal, in conjunction with early cut hay, make cattlo thrive and giro a wonderful potency to the pile of manure. . By the falling of a rotten bridge over the nousatonky at Stockbridge, Mass., yesterday, a wagon containing eight persons was precipitated into the river, s One was taken out dead, two badly hurt and. the others more or lets injured. : .
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