North Carolina Newspapers

y 1 ii 7 7 ; y 0zM ADVANCE. WILSON ADVAK ..,,,-r, F. VTCRT TIITJB SDAT AT fworSOiTBfllBOLIHA. BYr i G. f. 01S1ELS, Editors and Proprietor! Eatxj'gf ADTKaTtnro . ,.rAv l? attt.STN ADVANCE 'IET ALL THE ENDS THOU AIM'ST iiU AT, BE THY COITJfTItT'8, THY GOD'S, AND THUTIIS'." Wnr r ' """" 1 0 Om Uok.OM !nrOo y r M Adva E,: WILSON in be tom w "ti ratnurnak. . ; -or, Mroct, In the Old Pol ICS- VOLUME 17.-- CHRISTMAS TIME. hiiu. A UP OS THE CHILD- i:;:ys holiday. !oml nth-ire Ji'om ine Georgia ..;,;',isf t r to voting meth. lie " ' - . ...h-isi.tnll to marry, and we (iit iil his advice. . Sc!i V's ja&t out. There are WO liUiiureu cuiiureu ,iurueu we on this town and a" bund ed th' 'lisum on the state and ever;' i millions un me uauuu, u t uev are. kicking up a rack' t wlurever thev are. We have :ive the. roads and sidewalks ) them now. They; think that 'linstmaa belongs' to thein. and reckon it doe?, I know it does t our hon?e. It is the same Id story every' year, for lust as :ut as -one et rets too big. for he romance of Christmas, not lier set .is ready to take it m i i a x - o. n lieu xne ciiuaren are too ir the grandchildren come usliiiitr around, and now my I i If! qng after I met a good looking I matron who had thirteen child ren by one husband and the oldest was only nineteen years old, and she told me that eight of them walked two miles to school every day, and everv morning she had to put up their dinners. My goodness, what a picnic. My wife has to fix up the basket for twoj and makes as much fuss over it as if she was going off on an excursion. She is so afraid that it wont be good enough what ) there is of it, or enough of it such as it is. The next day I got J down to Ca milla and sojourned with mv friend Underwood, the reverend editor of the Clarion, and he in troduced me to thirteen and looked out of the door for more, but I reckon that .was all. . I never visited a happier house hold. His home is called Ever green and the name suits the place and the family, IN THE IRON MILLS A TO UCHING AND BEAU TI- FUL STORY. WILSON, NORTH CAROLINA, JANUARY 5, 1888. : BILL ARFS LETTER. NUMBER-48 ! mills? They took the great order tie. Tying on her bonnet she blew ifbr the lower Virginia railroads out the candle A Well Written Picture of Life in the Iron Mills. The Sirivings of a Divinely Talented Spirit to Escape from a Life of Slavery. there last winter; run usually with about a thousand men. I cannot Jell why I choose the half forgotten story of this Wolfe more than that of myriads of these furnace hands- Perhaps because there is a secret, underlying sympathy between that story and this day with its impure fog and thwarted sunshine or per haps simply for the reason that this house is tha one where the Wolfe's liyed. There were the father and son both hands, as I said, in one of Kirby & John's mills for making railroad iron and Deborah, tneir cousin, a picker in some of the cot ton mills. The house was rented then to half a dozen families. The I Wolfes had two of the cellar rooms. The old man, like many of the pud A cloudy day : do you know what thaf is in a town of iron-works t The sky sank down before dawn. m ii r 1 rr flnf i m m nvrty K!r h k air is thick, clammy with the breath of feeder ol he mills, was -,i,i .r u;n if .un.. nsu UHUBUBuiuaiiuiiiiaiiie m me. 1 opened the window, and Y ' , look out can scarcely see through Plck the w.elsrh emigrant, Cornirh the rain the grocer's shop opposite, ?ut of the throng passing u,hAr a nrwri r.T irnnt Tria,: ithe windows, any day. They are a bt the "en are puffing Lynchburg tobac- p1" ore mth? theifr masc,ea are dui me I . f . Jr rnot so brawn v. thev stoon more. Iks are fixing up a little ever reen tree for them tind they now it. Old Santa Clans is to ranee round on onr roof and me down our parlor chimney nd fill up the stockings and ad the tree with good things id it will take grandma a day r two to clean up after them . hen -the show is all over. Christmas holidays are ealthy, beautiful rest for the 'hildreu, and it does us all good j see them happy. Penned up a school for weeks and months : uzzled and perplexed over heir books ; now head and iov foof and now about half ivay between, witn many a eart ache and many, a joy all lfngled up together they need , rest, a good long rest, and 'Lristinaa is sure -to bring it. '.iit not to all no not to a2 iid that is the shadow that larkeus every joy. There "are honands of children to whom 'hrietmas never comes. no mystery still remains now a man who had nothing when he went into the war and. less when he came out and married a poor girl and settled down in the piney woods and run a one horse paper and preached just for the love of God, could ever raise such a family and own such a beautiful home. Verily, there is no excuse for a drummer or any other musician. Camilla would be a iiood town eyen it nobody lived there, but Mr. Underwood and his family. I most always visit the schools when I go to a new place. I don't like these long winded examinations, but I do like to catch up the pupils all of a sudden and peruse their hopeful faces. There is a healthy emulation ! among the schools and every town thinks it has the best in the world. The school at Lumpkin is a very prosperous one and has the support of the whole com munity. Then tnere is the school at Blakely where there is a blackboard all round the large room and the class are all chalking away on the same sum at the same time and they work so fast it makes your head swim- They don't care what kind of a sum and got me :o in their pipes. I can detect the scent through .all the font smells ranging loose in the air. V The idiosyncrasy of this town is smoke.' it rolls .sullenly in slow folds from the great chimneys of the iron-ibunderies, ' and settles down in black, slimy pools on the muddy streets. . Smoke on the wharves, smoke on the dingy boats, on the yellow river cnnging in a coating of greasy soot to the house front, the two faded poplars,! the faces of the passersbv. . The krag train of mules, dragging masses of pig-iron through the narrow street, have a foul vapor hanging to tlieir reeking sides.. Here, inside, is a little broken figure of an angel pointing upward from the mantle shelf; but even its wings are cover ed with smoke, clotted and black. Smoke everywhere! A dirty cana ry chirps uesolotely'in a cage be- not so brawny, they stoop more When they are drunk they neither yell, nor 6hout, nor stagger, but skulk along like beaten bounds. A pure, unmixed blood, I fancy, tbows itself in the slight angular bodies and sharply cut facial lines, it is nearly thirty years since the Welsh lived here. Their lives were like jthtfse of their class, incessant labor, sleeping in kennel-like rooms, eat ing rank pork and molasses, drink ing God and the distilers only know what, with an occasional jhigbt in jail, to atone for some drunken excess. Is that all their lives? of the portion given to them knd these their duplicates swafm ing the streets to-day? nothinc beneath t all? So many a political reiormer win ceu you ana many a private reformer, too, who has gone among them with a heart tender With Christ s charity, and come out side me. Its dream of green fields fmtraged, hardened. hauta Claus, no tree. no pres- tangled up in trying to fol- nts, no anything bnl poverty nd want. If the warm heart bleeds when thinking about hem let it bleed and maybe he pocket willy too rieaing the children is tne iggest part of life, and is what pno-t every family man is liv- ng for, though he don t realize t, and would hardly acknowl- dge it it he did. It is the pow r behind the throne the in- entive that stimulates eveiy arentito be up and doing, fheir d uly presence, itheir de- marges his love and jbroadens ns charity: He has more re ptct for himself, for he feels hat the love of children is . a. iObler thing than thel love of aoiiey or power Or fame piankiud must have something o love, and so they will love acnt-y or fame if they have no hildren. A rich man hildren ought to adopt some lust tor his. own sake ernal relation is the elation, and no man or without The pa natural woman , ......... nappy outside or it not as at'py as they might have been Our youn-r men ouht uiarry whether they can afford to or not. It is the law of God hkI of nature. Marry when the 3rst pure love of woman comes over you. Don't get alarmed at her talks aud satins, for she is ist wearing them td attract ou aud will fober down to business when von i mnxrv Lhere will goon be others to ve lor aud work for. land the Query must L'o if vou can't nf. lord it. I always tremble for I meet icommer country these travelers1 whom everywhere on' the rail thoje nice young men of good faioi- les who are doing the ial business of the hey are not mating- hardly ver. They don't stay long iiougn in a place to fall in love, and by and by' the whole sou in lann will be lull ol con firmed batchelore batchelors who will soon cet old and eedy and wear out and die without mtnirners and only eiioutiu tneuds to bury them Tl. ill - . - , A iuey win aie ana leave no ign. iet tne young man marry and if he does have totravel he Will- get home now and than and there will always be alight Hie window for him. The faithful dog will bark a i?ood Welcome at lii.i enminc. a.nr! tlm wife and the children be so hai 'VV-, never rio happy. . "As arrows are in the hand of a "iig'.ity man, so are the child ren of the youth who marry." 'llappy is -the man! who hath his quiyerffull. ne 8houla uot Mianiea and ahaU anaV k-.;ti ii . w .... lllt einy in the trate." security lor any govern ttJe parental relations a-man reads of anarchy .... - i einble ior himself, but for his --.vu a.iiu i, aiouses ma in fJiKuation and provokes him to fnrtT J, LaV6 great IeSPeC' : . targe patriarchal fam aoj long ago I traveled .u an old gentleman in Stew, art county who had twenty-two ymiuren bv ad all settled around him and tore himself like a king, Not hest me Hi H'ht and low them. Mr. Fitzpatrick ask ed me to give them a sum not in the book and I said "a third and a half third of my age add ed to a sixth and a j half sixth of it and that sum increased by two and a half will give a sum the square root of which multi plied by my age will be 434." They fox trotted through that in a hurry, and a black eyed girl, wh got the answer first, looked at me and said : "I dident thirfk you were that old Mr. Arp." Then I told them that one time there was a man who had a diamond necklace that the king wanted, and he sold it to the king for corn on condition that the king would take a chess board that has sixty-four squares upon it and give him a grain of corn for the first square and two grains for the second, and double it every time until all the squares were taken up. Now, counting a thousand grains to an ear of corn and a hundred ears to the bushel and a thousand bushels to a crib full and a thousand cribs to a barn full, and a thousand barns to a granary, how many granar ies would it take to pay the debt? ' . - Well, they would have done that but the blackboard give out and figures got scarce and so we all quit for dinner. I put on the airs of a very smart man when I go to these schools but the children of this generation are smarter than we are. It is a lightning age and they keep up with it and always make ug f eel helpless and in significant. The truth is our time is most' out and; we don't know it. I want to retire on a pension. I just want credit for 'the little good I have done as a pioneer as one Who; helped to blaze the way and i op en the road and dig up the stumps for the generation. They they may have this world and all there is in it. Our fathers gave it to us and now we will give it to our children. How short the years are growing. It used to be an age from Christmas to Christ mas but time is shrinking fast. Thto days are not as long as they used to be, and as the Irishman said, i don't believe j there are as many of them. ;I wonder bow short the year was to "Old Parr," who lived to be 136. How short was it to' Methusa- leh I I expect he could stand in the middle of the year and look back and see the tail of one Christmas and look ahead and see the front of another. But whether long or' short let us all so live that we5 may not be ashamed ol our record and regret that .we lived at all. Bill App. and sunshine is a very old dream, almost worn out I think. From the back window I can see a narrow brick yard sloping down to the river side strewn, with rain butts and tubs. The river, dull and tawnyjcolored, (la belle riviere!) drags itstll sluggishly alo.ng, tired of the heary weight of boats and coal barges, What wonder! When I was a child I used to fancy a look of weary, dumb appeal -upon the face of the negro-like river slavish ly bearing its burden day after day. Something of the same idle notion comes to me to-day, when from the street window I look on the. slow stream of human life creeping past, night and morning, to the great mills.1 Masses of men, with dull, besotted faces bent to the ground, sharpened nere and there by pain or cunning; skin fle9h begrimmed aBhes; stooping all night over boil ing caldrons of metal, laired by day in dens of drunkenness and infamy; breathing from infancy to death an air saturated with tog and grease and soot, vileness for soul and body. What do you make of a case like that, amateur psychologist? Yon call it an altogether serious thing to be alive; to these men it is a druuken jest, a jokehorrible to angels perhaps, to them common place euough. My fancy about the river was an idle one ; it is no type of such a life. What if it be stag nant and slimy here! It knows that beyond there waits for it odor ous sunlight qnaint old gardens, dusky with soft, green foliage of apple trees', and flushing crimson One rainy iuight, about 11 o'clock, a crowd of halt clothed women stop jjied outside of the cellar-.loor. S"hey were going home from the ottoa mill. I "uooa uignr, ueo," said one, a mulatto, steadying herself against gas-post. She needed the post to Steady her. So did more than oue i)f them. f "Dah's a ball to Miss Potts' to night. Ye'd best come." I "Indeed, Deb, if hnr'll come, hur'll have fun," said a shrill Welsh voice in the crowd. I Two or three dirty hands were thrust oat to catch the gown of the woman, who was groping for the latch of the door. r'-xo." i ''Xo. Where's Kit Smith, then?' I URpcorrn! nn thn nnnnl- Allpvs i . . . . "7 an mnsnlA ami ipetnnr, tnougu we neipeu ner, we with smoke and Una. An wid ye I L.et Deo aioue: it s ondecent Irettin' a qaiet body. lLay ye down, Jeney, dear,1 she said, gently, covering her with the the old rags. ilIlur can eat the po tatoes, if hcr'a hungry." "Where are ye goin Debt The rain's sharp." 'To the mill, with Hugh s sup per." Let him bide till th' morn. SU ye down." "2fo no" sharply pushing her off. "The boy '11 starve. She hurried from the cellar,whi!e the bhild wearily coiled herself up fur sleep. The rain was falling heavily, as the woman, pail tn baud, emerged from the mouth of the alley aud turned down the naf row street. that stretched out, lotg and black, miles before be'.i Here aud there a flicker of gas light- d an uncertain space of iuaddy o it walk and gutter, the long rows of houses, except an occasional lager beer shop, were closed: now and then she met a band of mill bauds skulking to and from their work. ISot many even "of the inhabU tants of a manufacturing town know the vast machinery of system by which the bodies of workmen are governed, that goes ou unceas ingly from year to year. The hands of each mill are divided into watch es that relieve each other as regu larly as the sentinel' of an army. By uigbt aud daj the work goes on, the unsleeping eugiues groan and shriek, the fiery pools of metal b..il and surg. Only for a day in the week, in hulf courtesy to public sentiment, the fires are partially veiled, but as soon as the clock strik s midnight the great furnaces break forth with renewed fury, the clamor begins with lresb, breath less vigor, the engines sob and shriek like "gods in pain." As Deborah burned down tbro' the heavy rain the n'ie of these thousand engines sounded through the sleep aud shades of the city like f.ir-ulT thunder. The mill to which she was going lay on the river, a miie below the city limits It was far, and she was weak, ach ing from standing twelve hours at the sjiools. Yet it was her almost nightly walk to take this man bis supper, tuougu at every square she- sat donn to rest, and she knew she should receive small word ol thanks. Perhaps, if she had possessed an artist' eye, the picturesque odity of WHAT nE TUIXKS OF THE TA n IFF O VES TIOX. ' A Sensible Article on Vncle Sam' and a Protective Tariff. How Protection Ajp-cta the Farmers as Well a ether Peojtle. CopjrrifrhW: All Ulitbu Eoacrrod by Author 'Papa, what is all this fuss In the papers about the tariff. What is the tariff, anyhow?" "Well, ray children, there is a rich old (gentleman whom the people call L ucie Sam, and he Lfixvmi WWII mrm V. m i ii um ii n im lor CoMnni If I want it taken off of wooL Jo A Brown haa quit buying my corn land has ehown more disregard NEWS OF A WE Z ujr ur ma mines, oi nia personal interests than and now I want it taken off of any president eloca th days of pig-iron. I am opposed to pro- Andrew Jactoon. "XW Ynr i. tecting Joe Iirown unless he the pivotol state, the key as it protects me. When Iron plants were, and New York Is for pro are planted at CarteravllU. may-be I will be for protect- might have fudged and bridged ion, but I've got no Infantrv in- nr ,..m n .v- dustrynow. We have quit the next election, but be von't Infant business at my house. It fudire about anvthlmr. II 1 taxes these infant industries a no dodger, and he will be re powerful long time to get elected by the biggest mug grown. I wonder if they will wump party that ever wis tJr"? lue Dome, or known. He will lose lota of new ui eaougu vo Eiana alone, high tariff -A. WHAT IS UAPPF.Xivr. 1UE WORLD ABOUXD Z' A eondemd report cftke 4 yoiXervd from th cWuni XmtUnml. nen & man goes to one of these manufacturing cities, everybody Is strutting around as big as watch, and the banks lull or money, and land Is worth two hundred dollars a has a big plantation and lots of "?nt out just let congress land and he has a very laree tal? about "toeing the tariff, family of boys, most of whom &na Bcr.ooc.IX UP Pa are farmers. But one boy : by the name of Crispin took a no tion to shoe makiog, and anoth er named Vulcan took a notion What It Means. Free trade means the right of the farmer to buy where he cac buy cheapest and sell where he can sell highest. That is the real the true definition. Wilmington Star. Woman and her Diseases is the title of a large i illustrated treatise, by Dr. B. V. Pierce, Buf faloe, JS, Y., sent to any address on receipt of ten cents in stamps. It teaches successful, self-treatment. with roses air, add fields, and mountains. The future of the Welsh puddler passing just now is not so pleasant. To be stowed away, af ter his grimy work is done, in a hole in the muddy graveyard, and after that not air, not green fields, nor curious roses. Can you see how foggy the day isf As I stand here, idly tannins the window pane and looking- oat through the rain at the dirty back yard and the coal boats below, fragments of an old story float up before me a story of this bouse into which I happened to come to day, Yon may think it a tiresome story enough, as foggy as the day sharpened by no sadden flashes of pain or pleasure. I know, only the outline of a dull Jife, that long since with thousands of dull lives like its L l : i , j i . owu, waa vanity nveu auu lost $ thousands of them massed, vile, limy lives, lik? those of the torpid lizards in yonder stagnant water butt Lost ! There is a curious point for you to settle, my. friend, who study psychology in a lazy, dilettante way. Stop a moment. I am going to be honest. .This is what 1 want you to do. I want you to hide your disgust, take no heed oi yonr clean ciotnes, and come right down with me here, into the thickest of the fog and mud and foul eflluvia. I want you to hear this story. There is a secret down here, in this nightmare fog, that has lain dumb for centuries; I want to make it a real thing to you. You, Egoist, or Pantheist, or Armiriian, busy in making straight paths for yonr feet on the hilis, do not see it clearly this terrible question which men here have gone mad and died trying to answer. 1 dare not put this secret into words. I told" you it was dumb. These men, going by with drunken faces, and brains full of unawakened power, do not ask it of society or of God. Their lives ask it; thetsdeaths ask it. There is no reply. I will tell you plainly that I have a great hope, and 1 bring it to you to be tested. 1$ is this, that this terrible dumb ques tion is its own reply; that it fe not the sentence of death we think it", but, from the very extremity of Its darkness, the most solemn prophe cy which the world has known of tne hope to come. I dare, make my meaning no clearer, but will only tell my story. It will, perhaps, seem to you as foul and dark as this thick vapor about us, and as preguant with death, but. if your eyes are as free as mine to look deeper, no perfame tinted dawn will be so fair with promise of the day that shall surely come, ;. I My story is very simple only what I remember of the life of one of these men a furnace tender in one of Kirby & John's rolling mills Hugh Wolfe. You knew the a quiet fee the powers an' we'll have night ot it! there'll be lasnin s o drink the Vergent be blessed and praisea ior i: I Thev went on, the mulatto iuclin iug for a moment to show fight and drag the woman Wolfe off with them, but being pacified she stag gered away. i Deborah groped her way into the cellar and after considerable stumb ling, kindling a match, and lighted a tallow dip, that sent a yellow glimmer over the room. It was low, tlamp the earthen floor covered With a green, slimy moss a fetid air smothering the breath. Old Wl!e lay asleep on a heap of straw, wrapped ia a torn horse blanket- He was a pale, week lit tle man, with a white face aud red rabbit eyes. The woman Deborah was like him, only her face was even more ghastly, her lips bluer, her eyes more watery. She wore a faded cotton gown aud a slouching bonnet. When she walked bue could see that she was deformed, almost a hunchback, btie trod sole ly, so as not to .waken him, and went tnrougu in me room oeyonu. There she found by the half extin guished fire an iron saucepan filled with cold boiled potatoes, which she pnt upon a broken chair with a piut cup of ale. Placing the old candlestick beside this dainty re past, she untied her bonnet, which hung limp and wet over her face. and prepared to eat her supper. It was the first food that had touched her lips since morning.' There was enough of it, however there is. not, always. She was hungry. -one could see that easily enough and not drunk, aq most or hp coaipau ions would have been found at that hour. She did not drink, this w o man her lace told that, too uoth Hig stronger than ale. Perhaps the weak, placid wretch bad some stim ulant in her pale life to keep hemp -r-some love or hope, it might, be, or urgent need. When the stimu lant was gone she woald take to Whiskey. Man cannot live by work alone. While she was skinning the potatoes and munching them a noise behind her made her top. f "Janey!" she called lifting the candle and peering into the dark ness. "Janey, are you theref "I; A heap of ragged coats was heaved up, and the face of a young gfrl emerged, staring steeply at the woman. "Deborah," she said, at last, '.To? Here the night.77 -'Yes, child, llnr's welcome." she said, quietly eating ou. I'TllB Pirl'a fapft H?aa hatrcrirl nrtA the sceue mtgbc have made her step stagger less and the path seem shorter, but to her the mills were only "sum mat deilish to look at by uiBht." The road leading to the mills had been quarried from the solid rock, which arpse abrupt and bare on one Hide oi the cinder covered road, while the river, sluggish and black, crept oast on the other. The mills for rolling iron are simply immense tent-like roofs, covering acres of ground, open ou every side. Be neath these roofs Deborah looked in on a city of fires tint burned hot and fiercely in the night. Fire in every horrible form: pits ol flame waving In the wind liquid metal flames writhing in tortuous streams through the sand, wide caldrons filled with boiling fire, over which bf nt ghostly wretches stir ring the strange brewing, and through all crowds of half clad men, looking like revengeful ghost iu the red fight, hurried, throwing masses of glittering fire. It was like . street in hell. Even Debo rah muttered, as she crept through, "T looks like t' devils place!" It did iu more ways than one. She found the man she was look ing for at last, heaping coal .on" a furnace. lie had not time to eat his supper, so she went behiud the furnace aud waited. Only a few men were with him. aud they no- to make iron, but they couldn't make enough shoes and iron to do the farmers, aud so some outsiders came along aud began to undersell Crispin and Vul can, and Uncle Sam got mad about it. Crispin was selling his shoes at $2 a pair, but these outsiders proposed to sell thelr's at $1 a pair, and the other boys wanted to buy them, but Un cle Sam said : So, Crispin can't make them at that price and make any money, so he . made the outsiders pay one dollar a pair on every pair- of : shoes they brought to the plantation, and he took that dollar and put it in his pocket. Then the out siders had o ask two dollars for their shoes, just like Cris pin was doing, iou fee, the old man had to over?ee all the boys and he paid himself for doing it ou; of this money. Just so he made the outside iron men pay him six dollars a ton on every ton of iron they brought and wouldn't allow them to sell it any cheaper than Vulcan was selling It. Sow all this money that Uncle Sam got from the outsiders Is called the tariff. But the farm er boys have ne?er liked it, aud want to trade with outsiders and get thinzs cheap. Uncle Sam charges these outsiders something ca most everything they bring and he is getting rich very rich. It Is now a hundred millions a , year more than he has any use for, and so the farmer boys are making a big fuss aud want the tariff re duced so that they can get their goods cheap." "But, papa, why can't Crispin and Vulcan work as cheap as the outsiders?'' "My children, there is where all the trouble comes lu. These outsiders get their labor at fif ty cents a day, and It is barely euough to live oni- Their la borers are so many that they will work for almost nothing rather than starve, i They have a small bottle from under their coat tails and go to sucking and whine out: "I'm an infant a poor little Infant ain't you gwine to protect me ? " Are you gwlne to take away my pap and leave, me an orfun 7" But now, in all sincerity, this tariff business has got three or lour sides to it, and it don't be come any of us common folks to be concerted about It. For half a century it has perplexed the wisest statesmen of the na tion. We admire Mr. Cleve land' pluck and his unselfish patriotism, but Mr. Cleveland knows no more about the tariff than Randall or Carlisle or Watterson or Pat Walsh or the Constitution, or a host of other thinking men.' They have all studied it and pondered over It for years, and conscientiously airier about it. Calhoun and Clay and Webster differed, and so when I bear a email politic ian blowing his bugle horn and swearing he'll be dogoned if it thus and so I'm disgusted. One time a conceited young preach er called on Mr. Calhoun, who was very sick, and began right away to talk to him about re ligion and making preparation for death. Mr. Calhoun waved his hand for him to go and said "he presumes to instruct me on a subject that I have pondered all my life Let us Lave confidence in our statesmen, for many of them are away above party when the welfare of the nation Is at stake. They will harmonize this thing in the best way possible. No body contends for free trade now. It will come sometime unless we lock our doors again f t immigration and the cheap la bor of Europe, but we won't worry about that now. Every body wants a reduction every body. The wool grower wants a reductions on everything ex cept wool. The iron men want a reduction on everything but iron, and it Is just co with the sugar planter, and glass manu facturer and every other Indus try that is protected. e are all just like Artemus Ward was democrats, but he wiu gun more irom tnoee re publicans who are for tariff re form. The masses of the Amer ican people are on the free trade line, for the masses are farmers and other who get no protection; ana tney are very jealous of those who do. A farmer said to me the other day: "Why don't Uncle Sam pay me ten dollars bounty on every bale of cotton I raise? lie pays Joe Brown six dollars and a half on every ton of pig- iron, and I'm just aa good aa Joo Urown. There la no sentiment about trade: The time was when there waa a thriving wagon shop at every cross-road In this country but our people had no internal protection against the north, and so north era wagons came down' and dried up these humble shops, and the workmen had to quit and try some other business. If a southern farmer can buy a northern wagon for sixty dol lars, he will not pay his near- eft nabor sixty five. Our wives will buy s mutrgled lace or linen from an old Irish woman for half tLo regular price if thev can get it. Heard a hardware merchant ak a farmer lfLe wanted a ball-tongue plow for less than ten rnt, and the farmer said: Yes, I want It for a nickle If I ran get 1L' Some Jews have just come to our town Tith a big lot of cloth iug that they say they got from a Cre, and the folks are Ju.-t flocking there to get a four dol lar coat for a dollar and a half. Our regular merchants are mad about it and want protection from all such Interlopers, but they can't get It. Everybody wants protection for himself and his family. It is the same old prayer: "Oh, Lord, tless me and my wife, my ccn John and his wife ua four and no more." Then there is the question abDut what to do with this In ternal infernal revenue. The farmer not only geta no protec tion or bounty on what he grows but If he grows tobacco he is actually charged a duty of eight cents pound on it, and a good deal of it can't be sold for much more than the tax. I don't blame Virginia and North ticed her only-by a 'Tlyur comes t'1 hunchback, Wolfe." Deborah ws stupid with sleep. her back paiued her sharply, and her teeth chattered with cold, with the rain that soaked her clothes and dripped from her at every step. She stood, however, patiently hold iog the pad and waiMng. "lion', woman ! you look like a drowned c,i. Come near to the fire." said one of the men, approach ing to scrape away the ashes. She sook her head. Wolfe had forgotten her. He turned, beariug the man, (and canje closer. "1 no' think; g' me my snpner, woman." She watched him e;t with a pain ful eagerness. With a wouiau's quick instinct she taw that he was not hungry was eating to please her. Uer pale, watery eyes began to Ktl'er a strange light. 'is 't good Hugh! X' ale was a bit sour, I feared." "No, good enough." He hesita ted a moment. "Ye're tired, poor las.-! Bide here till I go. Lay down there on that heap of ash and go to sleep." He threw her an old coat for a pilldw and turned to his work. The heap was the refuse or the burnt iron and waa not a bard bed ; the half smothered warmth, too, pene trated her limbs, dulling their pain and cold shiver. (To be continued.) sickly ; her eyes were heavy with sleep and hunger real Melesian eyes they were, dark, delicate blue glooming oct from dark shadows with a pitiful fright. I "I was alone," she said timidly. i "Where's the father!'' asked De borah, holding out a potato, which the girl greedily seized. "He's beyant wid Haley in the stone house. (Did you ever hear the word jail from an Irish mouth!) "1 came here. Hugh told never to stay me-alone." - I "Hugh!" -!"Ye8.'- IA vexed frown crossed her face The girl saw it, and added quickly, "i nave not seen Hugh the day, Deb. The old man says his watch lasts till the mornin V The woman sprung Jup and has tily began to arrange some bread and flitch in a tin pail, and to pour her own measure of ale into a hot- 17a Time far Delay. It behooves Congress to do what it intends to do with the tobacco tax without delay. Postponement involves such uncertainty as . will demoralize to some extent the trade and entail loss upon small dealers, who represent the larger proportion of the tobacca iu teres ts in the coun try. Tbe wealthier dealers can proceed, with less peril, in their transactions, because they have the needed means to protect them selves from financial rmo. Not f o with the smaller dealer. He is afraid to do anything until the re sults of legislation are ascertained. Charlotte Chronicle. If you are bothered with '-hard times" and want to learn how to turn yonr time Into money quickly and pleasantly, rlte to B. F. Johnson & Co., Richmond, Va. They have a plan on fjot that you carefully to consider. Gov. Scales1 health is said to be very poor, we regret to learn. poor food and poor clothing and live iu shanties, and their little children nearly, freeze in the winter and have a hard time, but Crispin ani Vulcan pay their hands a dollar a day, and Uncle Sam say that is right, and he won't allow any poor people to suffer on his planta tion." "put, papa, why don't Cris pin and Vulcan quit their busi ness and go to farming too, and then these outsiders could come in and sell their shoes and their iron cheap to the farmers.' "Because, my children, there are so many farmers now they can hardly live. Crispin and Vulcau aud all their workmen now buy corn, and flour, and meat, from the farmers, and that helps a good deal ;. but if everybody was farming there would be nobody to buy from them, and these outsiders would soon put their shoes away up to three dollars a pair, for they would have no competition. Competition is a good thing, and keeps business lively and prosperous all round. ' Then there is another reason why Crispin and ulcan don't quit. All their money is in their Du slness, aud if tiiey quit It they lose it. They don't know any thing about farming, and they couldn't get a start if they did.' The world moves and so docs the nation. Mr. Cleveland's message has shaken her up and something is going to be done. We have been brooding and fussing over this tariff question a long time but it is coming to a focus. Mr. Cleveland is the people's president and the peo ple demand a reduction. Wo be to the man or the party that says 'nay.' Ten million surplus a month is an outrage. . One hundred and twenty millions a year drawn irom tne people and locked up in the treasury. Uncle Sam is mean to his child ren, mean as a ao. no ever heard of a father getting rich off of his children after that fashion, l paid a aouar and a half for Carl's hat and two dol lars for his long pants and I'm mad about it. I could have bought them in J-.nsland or Germany for half tho money, I'm writing on s letter pad now that cost me twenty-five rents, and if it wasn't for the tariff could have bought It for fif teen. Plazue the tariff. I. want it taken off of the clothing right away. . I've sold my shep and about the war when he said the union must be preserved even if he had to sacrifice all his wife's brothers, and cousins aad uncles. There are a million v j growers who are making it M? a fuss over the prfslder.'. '- m t r' ' sage as the bees make iu .. 'Ave i -:'f Caaoliua for raising a howl- Then there is the wMfky tax that nobody object.- :o. So, not even the man who drinks it, for he knows that he cughtent to do it, aud Is perfectly will ing for everybody else to quit. and Le wouldn t drink it him self if he was away off on des ert island where he couldn't when you want a littlo of honey. There are flty-n:Iih"'& of people in the nation ' r ty-nine millions sayj ul... i. slir off nf vnnl. Thpr uta ttr.i ' millions engaged in he iron and steel business and forty eight millions say take a slice off of iron and so It goes all round. Birmingham boasts that she Can make Iron at nine dollars a ton. She is now sell ing it for eighteen and is pro tected from J-nglish iron by a duty of six dollars and fifty cents a ton. Reduce that duty to three dollars aud Birming ham could still make .money. She says she can. Her furnaces wouldn't stop nor wages be re duced but little, aud that little would be more than compensa ted when the laborer could buy his hat and his blankets and woolen shirt and his coat and his shoes and his molasses cheaper than he did before. Take a slice all round off of the necessaries of life, and if need be put it on the luxuries. The case of the sugar planter is the hardest of all. for it Is buckle and tongue with him now. Su gar is cheap, very cheap, four teen pounds to the dollar, and molasses is cheap, and yet the government collected last year 56 millions of dollars from the duty on Imported sugar and molasses. Just think of it. Twice as much as was collected on iron and steel; and ten times as much aa was collected on wool and yet there are forty nine million people howling for cheaper sugar. Ixt any man put the question to himself, Suppose you had your all inves ted in a sugar plantation and you could just barely live at the present low rrices, what would you think of a govern ment that would cru.-h you What would you think of your member of congress who voted for such a measure ? And right there ia the rub. The members of congress are going to stand by their constituents and they ought to. It is going to be political long suffering work to harmonize on any bill, especial ly on the eve of another preal- r.i H. But what we He way it is ; . aQ oTly can Le it ut. 'he i i-f t!. ;" s "..!.! -- r- ; t do object collected, afford to expensive -ernment. r--1 out. fr. A bar room in Goldihora fo -,,. ed a boa fire la that i-laoe ( .. mas sight. 2we rioBC!- fc5 1 o-A Jail in CbarMle Fridav nirt tore .Christmas. thedesthof htUe child m ; . place of hydrophobia. Sam Sa moor, of AfcLer;i , tabbed by a drunken vru man be attempted to nat cut ilar. Mrs.Ja.L Ewer, of Ad was accidentally bot In the a pistol in tbe bauds of a c. fUlow. Tbe Semi-Weekly yews .. name of a newspaper paV..t Khzabela Citj. It is a very n . . . UesbetU llev.Cbaa. 8. Farri. fa of tbe Biblical Ioordr. h an a position on the Xew York iner, as a corrcpotiJrut c i cute. 8. I. Hounds, editor and ir . pal proprietor of lt Omaha I - . bean, is dead. He was lb public printer at Watlictoa u the UepaUican regime. Tbe tin bone on OoL 1 A pUoa, tear Greenville, Ls destroyed by ore, we see tn lU-fiector. Tbe building aa bale of cotton were ooautue . - sured for t7(0. Tke Kvenlog Telerrstn . same of a tr dsdr .! ' ; started la Goilb?to Vv M - Bosmwer. That t.Uo !i-b.1 . . one live daily, nl wuh Hi- vector ooors- Tbe Nbrlll Owner rt named Edwards was cap: a tbe Mann mice a few Jit a leg wbtskey wilboct l.nu- is la Jail ar aUri:!e a a : : bearing before Ufiitt-4 StaUt . uobbins. Tbs Nashville Coaner t day tDornicg at the rtagtoa mine la tns c Joan? nan named Jim liar bd!y maabe4 op ty tbe t si ring ia oa bim, we boj tiot Dowerer. A twrire tear c4J Ix.t ia 3 Join Gienaas. has tw-ra forlorgery. This is tut lence. Tbe ironble w iti b: j -ther rtt loto och ixM-aV.y their pleats pay Uki U;1i uoa io la em. Tbe Charlotte Irmocrat i immense amount of torches was mads in this state tl falL In some counties in U era part of tbe slate as t:rc 1 003 gallons were made, a i mot of It is aa good as arr : e J moUaaea. Tbe Caleieb Nevs-Q'w.t j a nan named Ld IUm, c County, attempted to com:: a few cars since. It crazed with drink and a't to cot bis throat with a LmJ . knife was too doll and be oi ceeded la scratch log Lis lac , badly. i 11. 1 : Ih. Vliy T.'.t "who h A -1 i 1 - I ll ' II Lj .1 i; nto "v1!. every ma. . . to and let the b lect the tax from -1 . The revenue would be iu creat and not half -so expens... jet every man have an equal chance, money, or no money. Our people are utterly tired and outraged at this Inquisition business this ' hunting down by day and by night, with murderous weapons this pros ecution of the poor man for do ing what the government li censes the rich man to do. iPe'l, I reckon that congress will harmonize this thing some way. I hope so. I sympathise with them. I . do. I'm not mad with Randall nor Carlisle, but I sympathize with them. and I do hope they will pray over this business and fix it op. One thing is certain , they must stop that surplus. It is the peo pies money, and if congress can't do anything else they can give it Lack to the people. Tour it back In the jug. Give It back to the states according to population. Then Georgia will get about lour millions a year, and that will run tbe legisla ture that sits and sits so long, and hatches nothing, and it will pay all our taxes and school our children. It will do all that more. Bill Act. The Baltimore San tajs 1 1 Carolina: letter from aa intcl'.ig re L?iLe man, cow t ' !;'.. "i Ina, gives an .'-,: f:lj indoor ;.-. .;. ii, :j .'t ta r , . ' - ' . - -i , - t ' i !, 5' According to rbe new war tariff defender, Troteetioa and lYwperi ty are twins.- Where was tbe 1st ter biding daring tbe long period of panics bank raptures, boslness stagnation and labor trouble b tween 1$12 and lT Ex. ATalrncralcs. It is about as fair to accaae tbe man who desires an Inu-lllxent and jodicioas revision o(J tbe rra of uricjc m x ree-arauer as i to du vbo barns the rabbish fa Lie bsck yard of being ao incendiar In- viuenoe journal, lie p. ... i 3 Matter Freddie u. e meant tbe leat lmjKnot i . in tbe booM-lidd. One eve ter be and bis siitrr tiJ g bed In the nurwry a tiqUi der sbowec came on. Tb cli mother, thinking it tnibt I Ibem, went on stairs to r tbem. Taosing jat outv nursery door, sbe beard 1" to bis ter, bo wa c-rjiof 'yy be "frald, baby. Me sa bere,. Tij Zlej Zito Lr: Some IlcioUica ia il.e woald like very tnaeb to d f Lamar for tbe U. H. Surre m Jadgbip. All soru of o'. j are raised, bet there H co I any of tbem. Tber are r captions and untenable, 3 he l'et - objection urged is that Le vod fa 1 -73 against a relatione! Mr. Kdmnnas in tbe Fnt "dnHtrltg it as tbe jodgment of tie S't-.c tbat tbe thirteenth, focre&'..u and fifteenth amendments lo ile Con stitution are as valid as av oir part of tbe Constitution aud U-t.'.d be enforced by legitJatjon, L.i- cbane. A LcA lira ZiZ. her. EL. Tell, ol tl.e j"rlu Carolina Methodist Co&frtebcr. ia answer to a w llotUtid n.a:a vbo wrote bim, rae Inform oe a to tbe rri gious belxf f the SoctV Ibo replied: toV Ut.cr tn tbe Bible aoooast of cr-s!on. V mj stents, fl.C;cn!lie, sd sbnt joa are pleased to cs.l abun!-lft. Vim believe tn tbe Tneitr, srd me glad we cannot explain it. And if yoa art now prepared to besr tbe worst we believe la a tfal, bell r There U a strong smell of brimstoce io these tere frtnWQ ocs Norfolk Virginian,