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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
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-- 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,