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WILSON ADVANCE. WILSON ADVANCE. Published, Every Tut;? sday at Wilson Nobtii Carolina. i C. C. DAMKLS, tilers aaJ Proprietors MCE. &4TU OF ADTEETi:;ra :o:- WlLSdN a D'va ; 11. 11 Ea SuBgCBiPTioN Kates in advance One Tear. - f glx Mouths . 1 u re-Money can be Bent by Money Ordor o Ketfistered Letter at our riBk. nrrici Tarboro Street, in the Old PoaV 0f Buildinu. - - BILL "ARP'S" LETTER -:o: J1E COMES UOlE AT AX UX expected noun. The old Philosopher Writes of ifte Trovble of Jlin Little Oni's at School, lloiv Tiu a Usui to WMp Hoy. When hi - tiui a Srho-jl Copyrifthtfld: All Kicfcta llescrvud l v I tot! home a way in -the night, when deep sleep falleth upon a man, anrl especially a' woman The doors- are never locked wheu l am at home, for Mrs. Arp has confidence in me. She calls me her -bulwark, her tower of strength. B,ut when I am -gone she locks and bars the doors and fastens the windows', and dreams of - Charley, Eos? and Tom Woolfolk. She knows my footfall upon 4the piazza, but I tiptoed this time and tapped gently at- the door. 'Who it that V said she. 'It's me,' said I ; 'your bulwark yonr tower.' 'I don't believe it," said sh i ; 'it s some tramp you naid you were uot coming till to-morrow night.' 'I cou'dn't Btay away from you that lou,' saiI. She lighted a candle she. always keeps one at the head of her bed and before she opened the door said, Now, William, are you sure it's you ? I was in. hopes it was Ralph. lie hasent been- home for two months nor written a line for three weeks, and I'm afraid the poor boy is sick.' (You see I am no kn to her, hut Ralph is.) 'Open tne door, it you please said I ; it is cold out here.' 8'he stirred around awhile,' and waked up '"'arl and Jessie, and they all came running to the door together, and we embraced and kissed and were happy again. When I am away, Mrs. Arp says it nearly kills her to get op out of a warm bed at daybreak and unlock the ' door for Ned to come in and make a 'fire ; and so I have had an iron latch made and fastened a cord to one end, and the cord goesJ through a.pulley in the ceiling over the door, and another "pul ley right over the head of her bed. and comes down to the pillow where the angel is sleep- J ing, and now, when Ned knocks at the door, she don't have to get up at all. Well, we talked and exchanged all the news, and I learned that rthe wood was getting low an! the eow wasn't .doing well, aul the milk wouldn't turn in the churn, and somebody had broken the pea fowl's leg. 'What about the sehool ?' said I to the children. 'How do you like tae new teach er?' 'Oh, we like him,' said Jesse. 'He is just as nice as he can be. I believe he is as good as Mr. Mobley was. 'How do you like him Carl?' said I. 'Papa, he has given me two marks already,' said Carl, 'and it was just for talking a little, and he says when a boy gets ten maiks he whips him and then rubs ont the slate and be gins again. Papa, do you reck on he means it?' 'Why, of course,' said I. 'You know the rules and you must not break them.' 'But Mr. Mobley let Qs talk a little,' said he. 'Well, my boy, if I was a teacher the boys would have to conform to my rules or quit the school. The t-jacher.'s rules are all for your good, You don't think he just naturally wants to whip yoii, do you?' 'No, sir,' said he. 1 like him. lie is a good teach er an.d treats us all alike, but I thought he mightJet. us w;istp er a little sometin es it just looks like I can't lieln it..' And the boy shuggled up to my in " the bed and put his arm around me like he didn't have . another friend in the wide vorld. What a world of memories it awakened. I usea to get whipp ings at sehool and they hurt hnrt awful bad for whippings in those days were iu earnest. They Meant business and re form. My mother could tell when I had been p iuished tell by mly subdued look, and one timejwhen she thought I was asleep she u::c )vred me and looked at the red inark3 on my legs and she leaued over and kissed me and I felt a tear drop upoi my cheek. But my father had been a school teach er and he, said it was right. One time I had a big boil soMe Where on. the suburbs and I begged the teacher not to whip me on mf 1 bile,' but I reckon he didn't! believe I had one for he bursted'it with a center shot and liked to have killed me; He was sorry for me and h Hi eyed me up, but I went hoiii,e and my mother cried and fath er looked sad and solemn and asked what he whipped me for. I told liiiii that 1 rung the bell before tne teacher got there, and another boy told on me; Long aftervards, I learned that amy father was mad, aul talked to the teacher, but he never let me know! it, nor stopped me from school. Whe.n there is no meanness in a boy's mischief,' I think thi whipping should be light. Come down heavy like you was killing him, but slack up last before you get there. One morning early, Jim Wilson VOLUME 18.-- and I got; bn a table and broke on me nail wnereon jur. .Norton a always hung Ma hat. He was a tall man, and the nall was as high as he could reach. When he came-j we were all in our places, and as he looked round and said,! 'order,' we bent to our books with the usual alacrity. Then ke approached the wall, and with great dignity hang his hat upon the accustomed nail. He thought he did, but it fell to the floor, and I said 'te he,' and the other boys snickered a little. He picked up the beaver and brushed It with his red bandana and once more hung it upon the nail and down it came agaia. He never wore spectacles except to mend the pens or set a copy, and without them it looked like the nail was there. As the hat struck the floor and rolled aroumd, Jim Wilson said, 'te-he,te-he,' and I was holding my mouth, but it exploded like a squirt gun. The teacher took, out his spectacle case and put on his specks, and as he tiptoed and gazed at the broken nail Jim and I were chpking back the cachination with a strain. Seizing his hick ory he came towering over us as ha exclaimed : 'You are the very rascals that broke tha t nail.' I thought he was going to cut'us in two and shrank up small, but he come down just as light and gentle as a suc&ing dove. I saw a merry twinkle iu his eye as he said, 'now I rackon you will let my hat nail alone after this.' And we did, and loved him all the better for his tenderness. But the teachers must be sustained, and nine times out of ten they tare right. I knew a case where a bad boy fought a teacher and in the fight, the uoy got Druiseu up ana went home and went to bed and a dostor was sent for and a big fuss raised. Court was in ses sion, and the father went to the grand jury and got a true bill, and the teacher was 'arrested and tried right on the excite ment, and was convicted and fined, He was one of the best teachers the town ever had, and it mortified Him so he moved away. I learned afterwards that the boy was in a nabor's orchard .stealing peaches the next day after he got the whip pin. ' -Jz-There i3 a power of original sin and acqiured eussedness in some boys and nothing but corporal punishment will bring it out. It is like measles ; if it strikes in and stays there the boy is ruined. Better bring it to the surface by a little gentle irritation of the cuticle, and thereby save the boy's life. As a general rule parents are perfectly willing for other peo ple s children to be whipped You neer hear a schoolboy say that the teacher did wrong in whipping some other boy Teachers and preachers are the preservers of the public morals It takes both to keep the world out of jail, and I am on their side always and everywhere Take the teachers and preach ers out of Cartersville and I would move away quick. I feel their good influence over my children. But a teacher should teachv something more . than books. He should teach mor ality, obedience to parents, honesty, truth and kindness. He can inculcate these virtues every day without losing any time, and the children will never forget it. My objection to nublic free schools is their frigidity their laek of heart, They teach nothing but books, and hence it is that onme in creases at the north in propor tion to education. Ten bad boys in a public school will contami nate a hundred, uuless, the teacher stops it by constant precept. . About half the child ren in the public schools have but little moral training at home. - They just grow up and take their chances, and by and by they bring the grief that has no remedy grief that cannot be seen, or weighed, or mea sured grief that is a cloud by day and hovers around in the dark watches of the night- grief that is a fountain of hot tears, and. if they were expand ed into steam the scalding vapor would fill the worl.1. Oh the grief the siient, pitiless grief that com.es, from way ward, disobedient, ungratefu children. How few of the households that have it not. It began with Adam and Eve and is here yet. I have been up . among the hills of South Carolina frolick ing with friends and school mates at Anderson. They have blooded stock ud there : men and women, horses and cattle. all blooded. The old Carolina aristocracy has not played out nor withdrawn from the turf, H jw they managed to survive the wreck I do not know, but they still occupy stately man sions and welcome the coming and do not speed the parting guest. The town ha- splendid trade that reaches northward fifty or sixty miles. For a popu lation of pnly 3,000 there are more beautiful residences and lovelr lawns, and groves, and flower gardens than any town know ol. There are scores 01 wealthy people, and they hold up their heads with, true Caro lina dignity. I was the guest of Major Bleefcley, the brother of our chief Justice. He, too, is native of Rabun, and used to meander on screamer moun tain, and hunt for bear and deer and turkey ; but now that Anno Domini has silvered i his hair and stiffened his joints, he rides to town every day al though it is only ; half a mile away. He is a general favorite, es pecially with the children. He pops his whip at every boy he meets aud they High and say, 'Pop it again, Mr. Bleckley.' His children and grandchildren are all around him. He is Logan's brother I know from the way he does. "We talked about Thomps Allan and his brothers, and the Philips boys aad Stanford, and Camnaday Jarrett, and" Col. -Underwood, and Malcolm Walker, and the olden times until he got en thused aad said, 'Give me your hand, major, I feel just like I am kin to you.' Somebody told me that when the chief justice had spent a week or so on Su wannee mouatain and drank his fill of natare, he would foot it bacK to Clayton, where every body knows and loves him, and as he rose on the kill that over ooks the' little village, he would give three wild Indian whoops that could be heard a half a mile,- and every little boy and girl in the to wn Would turn out and run to meet him and escort him to tke public square. Well, that may look undignified in fa chief justice, but still I would rather be Logan E. Bleekley than to be king. There is one product at An derson that I never saw before in the up country, and that is rice. I saw one lot of 220 bush els grown by one farmer, and he sola it ior one dollar and a quarter a bushel. It is in the hull and is all skipped to Sa vannah and Charleston for seed. The low country rice As mixed with a noxious growth just like wheat is mixed with cheat and cockle, but this up-country rice is pure, and hence commands a higher price than ' their own, The farmers around Anderson grow a great deal of rice, mak ing rrom sixty to elgnty bush els per acre on their meadow and meadow lands. Why do not our Georgia farmers try it, for there is just such land on most every farm in this upcoantry. Five cents 1 . Only a nickel a number I Just think of It ! Two of my boys are publishing a weekly magazine in New York, a magazine of thirty-two pages full of selected und ntto-ln..! reading matter for the family circle. No slush or gush or aush or froth or filth, but pure, chaste iterature for the household and all for five cents or two dollars and a half a year. It is a good idea, whether they suc ceed or not. I am going to buy a nickel's worth, anyhew, just to encourage tnem, but 1 am afraid that these 'chips of the old block' will write themselves to death. , Kill Arp. i . 1 - A POOE CITIZEN. ' 3 is inureiy too numerous in s North Carolina. ''Now they've gone and nomina ted that blatherskite Jim Bikes. and 1 don't believe he's worthy of I my vote or anybody else's" is the remark we very freduentlv hear good, honest men say-after a con vention, and then they complain and rail at the party when if thev only know it thev aided Jim Bikes to his position bv stay in e awav from the caucus. Good bouIs, "they ain't going to have anything to do with politics," oh no, they are go ing to attend to their merchandise. or larmiug, or preacnuig ana let Jim Bikes' friends capture tbe con vention, so they can have the com fort i of knowing . u that their skirts are free from the contamina te.. i ... . iiuu ui puiiucai caucuses, iauing to remember that last each as they are tne ones wno should put poli tics on a respectable clane. Wins- tcn Sentinel. EUed by Whiskey. . Last night two men of this coun ty went at night to the house of 1 nomas Absher, and knocking bim up, were aamitted. xney: were drinking and had a jag of whiskey or brandy with them. , Mr. Absher drank with them, and they gave an old man named Sweet, an idiot ic old man who lived at Mr. Ah sher's, some of the spirits. They insisted on his drinking, and plied him with if, and he continued to drink a good deal of the liquor, al though Mr Absher remonistrated with bim and advised him to stop. After awhile Mr. Sweet became in sensible and remained in that con dition nntu he died next , day at four in tbe afternoon. It is charged that, not contented with filling the old fellow np with more liquor than he onght to have taken, the men doctored his draughts by chewing tobacco and spitting the Juice into it. Lenoir Topic. If Boiling Things to a lne Point. It is told in Boston that an order was received in the composing room of the Advertiser one day last week that Christian names were to be invariably indicated s by initials, the name in no instance to be printed in full. The next -issue con tained mention of G. Cleveland, G. Washington and so on.; It is said that the order was revoked when the editor found Don Quixote' 'gQuire figuring on a proof sheet as S. ranza. ' ' . : "LET ALL THE ENDS THOU AIBI'ST AT, BE THY COUNTRF'S, TUT GOD'I; A.1D THUTIIV WILSON, NORTH CAROLINA, FEBRUARY 2, 1888. IN-THE IRON MILLS. -:o: A TOUCHING AND. BEAUTI FUL STORY. AWeU Written Picture of Life in the Iron Mills. The Striving of a Divinely Talented Spirit to Encapefrom a Life of Slavery. This Story was begun January 5th. He let her in. Wolfe did not see her. She crept into a coruer of the cell, and stood watching him.. He was scratching the iron bars of the window witb a piece of tin which he bad picked up, witb an idle, un certain, vacant stare, just a a child or idiot would do. 'Trvm to get out, old boy f langhed Haley. "Them irons will need a crowbar beside yonr tin, before you can open 'em." Wolfe laughed, too, in a sense less way. "I think I'll get oat," be said. "I believe his braia's touched," said Haley, when he came oat. The puddler scraped aray with the tin for half an hour. Still De borah did not speak. At last she ventured nearer, and touched his arm. "Blood V she said, looking at some spots on his coat with a shad' der. , He looked up at her. "Why, Deb!" he said, . smiling, such a bright, boyinh smile, that it went to poor Deborah's beart directly, and she nobbed and cried out loud. "Oh, Hugh, lad ! Ungh 1 dnnnot look at me, when it wnr my fault 1 To think I brought hur to it I And Ilovedhurbo! Ob, lad, I dud I" The confession, even . in this wretch, came with the woman's blush throned the sharp cry. lie did not seem to bear ber, scraping away diligently at, tne bars with the bit ot tiu. Was he going mad T She peer ed closely into his face. Some thing she saw there there made her draw suddenly back, some thing which Haley had uot seen, that lay beneath the pinched, va cant look it had caught since the trial, or the curious gray shadow that rested on it. The gray shad ow, yes, - she knew what meant. She had otten seen creeping over women's faces for months, who died at last of slow hunger or consumption. That meant death, distant, lingering: bnt this V hatever it was tbe wo man saw, or thought she saw, used as she was to crime and misery, seemed to matte ber sick witn a new horror. Forgetting ber fear of him, she caught his shoulders, anu looaeu Keeuiy. sieaauy, into his eye. 'Hugh i ' she cried, in a desper ate whisper, "oh, boy, not that I for God's salvenot that I ' The vacant laugh went off his lace, and he answered her in muttered word or two teat drove her away, let the words were kindly enough. Sitting thereon his pallet, she cred silently a hope less sort of tears, but did not speak again. The min looked up fmtive ly at ber now aud then. Whatever his own trouble was, her distress vexed him with a momentary sting, It was market-day. The narrow window of the jail looked down dl rectly on the carts and wagons drawn up in a long line, where they had unloaded, lie could see, too, and hear distinctly the clink of money as it changed bands, tbe busy crowd ot whites and blacks, shoving, pushing one another, and the chaffering and swearing at the stalls. Somehow, the sound, more than anything else bad done wak ened him np, made the whole real to him. He was done with lhe world and the business of it. He let the tin fall, and looked ont, pressing his face close to the runty bars. How they crowded ana pusn ed! And he, be should never walk that pavement again ! There came Neff Sanders, one of f he feed ers at the mill, with a basket ou b;s arm. Sure enough. reu was married the other week. He whis tled, hoping he would look np; but he did not. He wondered if Neff remembered he was there, if any of the boys thought of him up there, and thought that be never was to eo down that old cinder-road again. JSever again : lie nad not quite understood it- betore ; but now he did. Not for days or years bnt never t that was it, How clear the light fell on that stall in front of tha market ! and bow like a picture it was, the dark green heaps of corn, and the crim- son beets, and gulden melons There wi s another with game how the light flickered on that pheasant's breast, with the pur plish blood dripping over the brown feathers lie conid see the red shining of the drops, it was so near, In one minute he could be down there. It was jnst. a step. So easy, as it seemed, so natural to eo I Yet it could never do not in all the thousauds of years to come that he should put his foot ou that street again ! He thought of himself with a sorrowful pity, as of Borne one else. 1 here was a dog down in the market, walking after his master witn such a stately grave look! only a dog, yet he could go backwards and forwards as ne pieasea : ne nad good luck i Why, the very vilest cur, yelping there in the gutter, had not lived bis life, bad been free to act out whatever thought God had put in to his brain ; while he No, he would not think ot that ! He tried to put the thought away, and lis ten to a dispute between a country man and a woman about some meat; bnt it would come back. He, what bad be done to Dear this i Then came the sudden picture of wtat Le might have been, and now. He knew wbat it was to be in tbe penitentiary,-how it went with men there. He knew bow in these long years he should slowly die, but not nntll soul and body had be come corrupt and rotten -how, when be came oat, if be lived to come, even trie lowest of the mill- band would jeer him, bow his bands would be weak, and his brain senseless and etapid. He believed ha was almost that now. He pat bis hand to bis head, with a puzzled,'-- weary look. It ached bis bead, witb thinking. He tried to quiet bimself. It was only right, perhaps; be bad done wrong. Bat was there right or wrong for each as he t He thrnst the whole matter away. . A dark, cold quiet crept throagh his brain. It was all wrong; bat let it be t It was noth- ing to him more than the others. Let it be l The door grated, as Ilaley open ed it. ''Come, my woman I Must lock np for t' night. Come stir yerself !" She went np and took Hugh's hfrsd. 'Good-night, Deb" he said care lessly. She bad not hoped he would sav more ; bnt the tired pain on ber mouth" just then was bitterer than death. She took his passive hand and kissed it. "HnrMl never see Deb again !" she ventured, her lips growing colder and more bloodless. What did she t-j that for 1 Did he not know it 1 Yet be would not be impatient with poor old Deb. She had trouble ol ber own, as well as he. No, never again." he said try- ins to be cheerful. She stood just a moment, look ing at him. Do you laugh at her, standing there, with ber hunchback ber rigs, ber bleared, withered face, and the great despised love tagging at her heartt "Come yoa !" called Haley, im patiently. She did not move. uHagh I" she whispered. It was to be her last word. What was it f "Hugh, boy, not THAT !" He did not answer. She wrung silent, her hands, trying to be looking in his face in an agony of entreaty, lie smiled again kind 'it is best, Deb. I cannot bear to be hurted any more." "Hur knows," she said, bnmbly. "Tell my father rood-bye; and and Kiss little Janey." bbe nodded, saying nothing. looked in bis face again, and went out of the door. As she went, she staggered "Dn&kia' to-day T" broke out Haley, poshing her before bim. ''Where the Devil did yoa get itt Here, iu witb ye V and be shoved ber into her cell, next to Wolfe's. ana suae tne uor. Along tbe wall of her cell there was a crack low down by the floor, throagh which Bhe could see the light from Wolfe's. She had dis covered it days betore. She hur ried in now, and, kneeling down by- it, listened, hoping to hear some Bound. Nothing bnt the rasping of the tin on tbe bars. He was at bis old amusement again, Something in tbe noise jarred on ber ear. for she shivered as she heard it. Hugh rasped . away at the bars. A dull old bit of tin, not nt to cue aori with. He leoked oat of the window again. Teople were leaving the market now. A tall mulatto girl, following bei mistress, her basket on her head, crossed the street just Deiow, ana looked up. She was laughing ; bnt, when she caught sight of the baggard face peering oat tnroagn the bars, suddenly grew grave, and burned bv. A , - - free, firm step, a clear cut olive face witn a scarlet tnrban tied on one side, dark, shining eyes, and on tbe bead tbe basket poised, filled with fruit and flowers, under which tbe scarlet turban and bright eves looked oat holf-shadowed. The picture caught his eye. It wa good to see a face like that. He woeld try to-morrow, aud cut one like it. Tomorrow I He threw down tbe tin, trembling, and cov ered his face with his hands. When be looked np again, tbe daylight was gone. Deborah, crouching near bv on tbe other side of the wall, heard no noise. He sat on tbe Bide of the It a. . a . pauec, tninKing. Whatever was tne mystery which the woman bad seen on his face, it came out now slowly, in tbe dark there, and be came nxeo, a something never seen on bis face before. Tbe even ing was aaraening Mst. l he mar- tr p f. had HAri near fnw tin linn. . tne rambling ol the carts over the pavement grew more infrequent he listened ' to each, as it passed, because he thonght it was to be for the last time, ior the same rea son, it was, 1 suppose, that he strained his eyes to eatch a glimpse of each passer-by, wonderine who they were, wbat kind of homes they were going to, if they bad children, -listening , eagerly to every chance word in tbe street, as ii-MUoa oe merciful to tbe man ! what strange fancy was this Y) as u ne never ebouid bear human voices again. It was quite dark at last. Tbe street was a lonely one. TLe last passenger, be thought, was gone. No, there was a quick step: Joe Hill, lighting the lamps. Joe was a good old chap; never passed a leuow wituout some joke or other. He remembered once seeing tbe place where be lived witb his wife. Kirangy Hill" tbe boys called her. Bedridden she was; but so kind as joe was to ner i Kept tne room so clean! and the old woman, when he was there, was laughing at "some of t' lad's foolishness." The step was far down the street; bnt he coald see him place the ladder. ran np, ana ngnc tne gas. 4. long ing seizea mm to. De spoken to once more. . " , - 1 - vwi uo uuiiuu one 01 tne gra ting. "Good by, J,e!"( 1 ne 01a man stopped a moment. listening uncertainly ; then hur nea on. rTbe pn oner thrust his band ont of the window, and called again, loaded; but Joe was too far down the Street. It wa a little thing; bnt It hart bim,this disap- poiuimenr L 1 a i r m . . . . --vrouu uy , joe i" De caneu, sor rowlul enough. . "Be quiet I said one of the Jail era, passing tbe door, striking on it ith his club. Oh, that was the last, was it T There was an lnexoressiBIe bit terness on bis face, as he lav down on the bed, taking; the bit of tiu. wnich he bad rasped to a tolerable degree of sharpness, in his band,-, to play with, it may be. He bared bis arms, looking intently at their corded veins and ana sinews. De borah, listened in tbe next cell, heard a sligU clicking sound, often rapeateo. ne shut her linM licli' ly. that she niicht tint icrcum ti.. cold drops of sweat broke over her in her dumb atony. ' "Hur, knows best-" she mutter. ed at last, fiercely. clatchinr the board?, where she lay. li sue could Lave ecu Wolfe. there was nothing about bim 10 frighten her. He lay quite Mill, bis arms outstretche l. looking at the pearly stream of. moonlight coming into tLe window. 1 think iu that one hour that cauue then lie lived back over all the Mars that had gone befoie. Ithiuk 1 lint all the low. vile life, all Lis wri-m;.. all his starved hoites, came then, aud stung him with a farewell i-owou that made him sickuuto d-ath. He neither moaued nor cry, but turned bin worn face now and then to the pare light, that iseemed so far off, one that said. "How louz O Lord I how lone !" j The hour wai oer at lap t. Tbe moon, passing over her nightly path, slowly came: hearer, aud threw tbe light across bis bed ou his Teet. He watched it tledily, as it crept an, iucb by inch hlawlv. it seemed te him to carry with it a great silence. He bad been mi hot and tired there always in the mi!I.! The years had been so tierce a u cruel! There was coining now quiet and cooluem aud t-letp. Hi tense limbs relaxed, and settled iu a calm languor. The blood rau fainter and slow Horn l.H Leait. He did not think now witli a sav age anger of wbat might be an 1 was not; be was conscious onlv ol deep stillness creeping over h in. At flrat be saw a eea of faces: the miil-men,- woman Le bad known, drnnken and idoateaVJanev'? timed and' pitiful, poor old Debs : then tbey floated together like a mist, and faded away, leaviug on ly tbe e'ear, pearly moonlight. vt he tier, as tbe puie light crept np the stretched-out figure, it brought with it calm aud pedce wbo aball sayT Un dumb soul was alone with God in judgment. A Voice may have aiwken for it from far-off Calvary, "Father, for give them, for they know not what they do ! Who dare say t Fitin er and fainter the heart rose and fell, slower and slower tbe moon floated from behind a cloud, until. when at l ut its lull tide of white splendor swept over the cell, it seemed to wrap and fold into deeper silence the dead figure that never sLonld move airaiii Silence deeper than that Nunt ! Sothing that moved, save the black, uau neous stream of blood dripping Blovly from the pallet to the floor. (To be Continued.) US CHANGED miND. Hov tha City Gals Zepi tnj Cld Kan a Junping. Farmer Hobbs was lni-Ui:iz I'm corn, aud as he proceeded, v. flmnt a pause In bis libors, to m.i-..- his case very clearlg; Yes,' ku'lI Ik-, '1 calc'late some on visitin '1j.ih this winter. He lives in New Yi. ye know, and I neve've f it fm- to go because they're powerful lm ieople, an' I always inUm t-: 'twoula be a put out to V1.1 t trapse round with me. "L jd, iu l.is office all day, an' the u.ilt seeiu' about their clo'es, and their mother is on a good many Uoi;d an' sich.' 'What's made you change vonr mind, under &ked a iifiglil;. who had rome in to change words a spell.' Til tell ye ' said the farmer, look mg at a red ear before he laid it down, and iiossiblv remembering the days when be and Abigail wm young. 'The gals bre spent the summer down here, ye know, and fli.i't they made things bum!' Made a good d-al of trouble. knowingly voluutecte 1 th neigh bor Wal, no, 1 shouldn't ezacklr f. trouble, for we was glad to M e Yu.; but bless 'em! they duln t make 110 bones of heuderin' my wotk, I can tell ye. Sometimes t' ey peeim d to think 'twos play, got up for them to look at.' Now, I shouldn't ha' liked tint,' said tbe neighbor, with a dccl- ion. 'It did bender, I can't deny. Cla ry, she'd beg to ride a little ways on tbe mowing machine, and I'd have to toller on, my hair turnm gray, wbat ou't badn t tnrn d be tore, for fear she'd cut bersf If all to eices. 'Then, when we was hurrying for dear life to get in a load, an' save it from wettin,' both the gal 4 mu-t ride In the rack and help load ; and. I'll be nnttered, when we w.i.h mm Ing back, and puttiu' for the burn. with the big drops uhiir all ov er as, Jennie she IioIUtk "O Uncle rter, stop the oxm! Do! Do!' ' I thought she'd got hurt some ways, to say tbe least otrt, and what do you &'ioee was the niattt 1! She'd seeu a big ros'berrv bush an nothiu' would do but she mu.-t sto;t au' eat. That time, though, I di'.nt give in, out uruv on. They seemed to be jxiortv liwlv gals.' Lively! They tooted horns every time we went to ride, an' waatcd tomakejack-o'-lauterus, I blessed my stars punkins hadn't come! -an : asked the hired men all manner o' j ridiculous questions, an' went walk ! in' around with long poles in their sticks.' If it's the fashion in New York ; must ' else;' I.' S to make such a pow i; sound like Babel au' eotlr:.' but I'm going there to . 'ibeye real w arm 1 aVt m Le.ultd gals, and seein' they !Hli'.:rd in benderin' other folk's w.t t . why I don't mean to be back'ard iu ben derin' tbeirn.' Youth' Compan ion. ; ON TO CHILHOWEE. :0: 1IO W GEOLOGIC LSUIl t'Ei: . Oi:s SPEXT A XIGI1T. 'At Our Arrival There IfVi a Tuti'.lJead Thrut From Ileliind Ertry Available Hiding Flare on tif Premise. It was on Ohilhowee one evening that several hunters stood watching my queer look ing instrument while I saddled "Jack" and made ready for de- pcen ding the mountains. Jack Is One of those solemn. melaucholy mules with a face that beais the mark of an un utterable sorrow. To see hi 111 standing with ears pendant and that expression of woe upon his face will move the stoniest heart that beats. And then sometimes, as if the anguish tan be bourne no loncer, from his inmost be ing there cornea a mufHed moan hi-? luad lilts, hia ears eo back while the moan swells into a piteous lamentation that peeks in valnl vent tit hl3 wretched ness, for with a still fob tho head nlroops, the ears" fall and the airony fettles on his face aain. One i;f the men was observ ing Jack's solemn visatre close ly when presently he slapped his hand upon hU knee. "?ee seji, I be dura!" was the ex clamation. "Yer hol yer age well ole feller, but I knowd yer by yer face," he added. His companions pressing around confirmed his conclus ions. It was evident had mistaken 4he brand 1'.. S.," for and fancied that that ho oCiclal C S ," Jack's loni: face was from the memory of that lott ciusa which he was supposed to haVe aided and at betted twenty-five years be fore. IJy. the time the baggage wis upon the patient breast an J inquiry was made for tbe neat est llOIHC. "W-a-a-1, Silas, he live In the cove yuuder an' about r.s nigh as ye can git" answered one as he rolled his quid of tobacci and expectorated profusely. "Waal." 'Ireckin I can take yer in," at length came from a lank, sallow faced hunt er, 10 whom the -others turned for answer. "I reckin I can ef you can put up with our far', case th- olo uaiu is kinder po'ly. Ti.ins is gone agin her, au' he air mighty upsot." Certainly wa could put up with bis fare, and were soon cJamberin-4 down towards the little cabin on the mountain side. "S-t-r-a n-g-er,. drawled Sil as presently, loppiu short, ' the ole 'otnao air mighty up sot, tl.injs is one agin her," and withoiit awaiting au answer he trudged along, eyeing the wLile my aticic-ut mule. Silas was even more quiet tluii his quiet brothers," aud aski-d iLit a question as he led the way through the forest. But as we ueared the little clearing whetethe houle sttHd he 'paus ed a ..-a in. f ' ... "i-t-r-a-n-g e r. thlncs are goiia a,'iu her, she air ri?hT7l upsut, came tha ominous sen tence once more, and as I look e l at Silas' face it seemed only lcs loii' anl .ad than Jack's. Hut we had entered; tha clear in.', an 1 there on the verge of the cl II, perched like a Huffy owl on a limb, was bis little log house. S near the brink it reited that a tree had been fell ed anl rolle.l to the edge of the n-cks to guar 1 uuwary tteps. U'.r tho lu aiulo was held in forks, ti.d twii.lng around and arouud this a gou d vine had fetreihad its tendrills. A ray of sunlight touched the broad leaves - and yellow blossoms, anl through these the purple lowlands could be seen stretch ing away beyond the shadow of the mountaiu. . Silas bade us wait outside while h went within to an nounce us. But he had not spoken before a sharp, scolHng voir opened upon him. "Waal here yer come a saeak- iu in hke a hangdog, been at rape-in' about the tha mount ing all day an' nary mouthful o' vi.-tuils in the house an' narry flick wood to git supper.- A imMnbiing within seemed iiiterrediu for us, but the next moment shs btvan aiai?. Xaw' llaint I tol ! yer time an' ak'in uot ter fetrh nobody her? ! Its all I can do ter keep tue.-e ten chillen s sHilan body together, an now yer fetch a whole passel o' men here, an' we haint got nothiu nohow." Again the mumbling seemed interceding for us, but it was no use, for the sharp voice cut him off. The situat'nri was unideasant. n .. . . . . -:f..i - ' .J. :.T", : n . ...... t-.....i. .ii 1 m. 1 auu itiiiiik The pr '.-i-ect of sleeping on the ground rapperles was not eu ticinr, ;r.d when pres-ently the woman, with the ubiquitous baby, appeared at the door we put forth our persuasive power to win her. Perhaps it wa our beseeching or the com pliments lavished upon the lit tle brat, but I ehall always NUMBER-1 think it was Jack's sad. tnUn. choly faced that touched her heart, Telling m at lenirth to dis mount, she placed chairs oat la front of the cabin for our comfort, and then hustled about preparing Dre and supper. The baby had been given to a little tow-head urchin, and moving out directly in front of as be settled into a statuesque stare, ucioi ueeuiB) 11 tu ut bowl ing humanity in his arms. At our arrival thera ThiA tn . tow-head thrust from behind every available hiding place on the premises, and I was ju;t wondering whether they could have vanished when a great hullabaloo arose. -iiero Hire I Here Smut! Catch 'em thar! Catch 'em !" followed by screams and whoops and barking, cackling and flut tering. The next Instant a half-grown chicken flew rouad the coruer nd panic stricken sought refuge under my chair, then flattered on into the hoaee. Surely semething terrible wae happening and I was In the act of rising when a pack of core dashed upon its hot trail, and running under the chair and between my legs npset me ia a heap. By the time the whoop ing mob of two-heads had stum bled over the debris the dos were in the house and the old woman was adding her Voice to the uproar. Had the chicken but presence of mln 1 it might easily, in the contusion, Lave escaped to the mouatain. Bat an old hen would 1 ire lost her wits in that tamu'.- Presently i long drawn squawk pugeeeted that iry supper was captured an 1 th yirr.;lj was confirmed when heiJIesi chicken jump ed r-ceiitrlcally in view. Having done their duty the eight tow-heads joined their brother, aud standing about In a half circle pinned me down with their eyes. In vain I trie3 m ttare tl.cm out of counten ance, r 1 leaned forward, knit my brows and tried to look terrible ; but they might Lave been so many brontes for any Impression ray dramatic effect had. Silas Laving carried in his arm rul or wo.d and a basket of apples shaken from a tree near by, moved a chair outside and lit Ms pipe. "Are these children yours ? I asked. '"A-a-a-I, they say they Is," was tue ambiguous answer. "Several ot them twins. suppose ?" "Naw, not exactly, but mighty nigu." - i "Fine land along the moun tain, why do you not cultivate more ?" I queried. "W-a-a-l yer see ef I plant mo' c-iru I Lave no time to hunt," Le said. "Git outea here, I telly! uitouten here !" came for the a - A I A 1 At. .a iwcniieiu time ir " ibe wo man's sharp voice, she kick ed the hungry curs array from the hearth. But the dogs only retreated howling under the table. "Why don't yer drive some o' them thar dorgs outer thar V asked S las as Le slowly puffed tne smoke from Lis mouth. "Drive out some of the dorrs. is it? Why don't I do it!" came the shrill voice. Yoa can't move I Vpse ! No, you've sot in that cheer ti!l you've growned thar, I reckon !" S!owly Silas arose and went within. Whack ! whack ! With howls the dogs retreat ed, but turned wistfully again at the cabin door. "Now break that broom handle over that dorg. will y ! Aud tell me whar the next one 'o accomin'from won't ye? You'll not letch it Ler sho an' certain, not ou!" And the tin ware rattled as the -rtot' wo man burl'ed about 00 the creaking floor. But Silas re sumed his pipe and chair; "Yes," she contiuued, "you'd sot in that cheer andemoke 'till the yearth gapped under yo' ur.der yo foot an naver a foot would ye' move! When Gabriel blows you'll be the las' ghost ter git outen yo grave, an' then come alimpln' au' a gumbliug up in lln. Lop'n the Jedge'll have mercyon yer 'case ye so lazy." "Ye war taiwhty glad ter git me," ventured Mln. "Glad ter git yer ! Glad ter git yer! I married yer Outen pity 'case no other otnan on this green yearth would a Lad the likes 'o yer, an' yer ais forever an-etarnally tellln' me I war glad enough ter git yer !' " "Silas is very tired madam," I Interpoed for the sake of peace, "he has been with me on tbe mountain all day." "Iazy," was the laconic reply. "Kf a imn's a man' why can't Le be a man," she went on. "Thar he sots an' smokes day In.' day out an the grass growln Ligher'n the corn, an' the collards had narry lick ttrack In m elrce k In '1 moon cbanged, an' the wods black with huckleberries as orter be picked an' dried." "Plenty o time." drawled Silas. Yes, plenty of time, plenty of time ! Is what I Len abeaiing on for ten years ! she said sharply. And ef I hadn't mar ried yer the first crap yer ever planted would a been In 'he (1 - Tfcrv Mr Six Momto. . " Ubml tMaaoQBU will ba Tor Ijtc,1 - A4 nriwu. I as4 fur Coatr. t. It on , z- , field now, and I wlh terL?ivta I war thar ? She air mighty up-ot, 1 Silas as the scolding voice ceas- -ed for a moment WitUn." ic ' air mighty upsot ttr 'tr, things is gone agin her. zi.l fc 9 drew the blue smoke deep anl ( strong. "I plowed tLe t'J I planted the corn, s.. t-cj-.a again, but I agwlu ter work !t I can't nuss cLillen au viva cloth and cut wood and mik j a crap, and I alut a'win t,r, 2.7. 1 I got the rbeumatiz to-, ai.d I believe thedrapsy's coiui.', in 1 my Lead aches ti'l it nrh t ut busts, and yer jes st tl.?r 1 n 1 sot thar and dou't do fcV.L'a !' sui jr is re u :y a ..a et youins is r-ady, she sa;l length, appearing intt. J: way. Our toilet wa in open air. aud 1:1 inrougn the low d s.r.ray, V) prepared to dj J i-tir : spies and chicken. T aud children wer n!r . ! - rcuiuira ; u latter Cf , . . , m . , ... u long txnenck the m '. f t broad table. A siuw! r'j:.r showed that water v a 1 . -nopoly of theirelder. r I' elders, for all of thd z-: ! c were smeared with i:i..;-- from former meal. H lid even gottsu Into t,-ir ! a'r w J matted It up with feat. -r, it n pillows, and over all u; a c .t of grime from the e.i,i heated adventure. " On the centre of the ! .f L. ble was a tray of the it,-; !-..:.. 'pie' and near by a j a-i .M.--cult,each as big as a sur r. A little pot of satuLuin ndilo dish of stewed cLick. -n t ;-t these company. TLe low-Leads Lad t. t wait ed an invitation and a!i ?. !y their faces were d vrn ..ter plates of molass wl ;rh t! a dirty Lands popj I , . it in -dustriously. That is 1 1. l.i'. t r ones were so -tifc-a.c!. "il.a smallest three Lad be:j 1 - ft la the struggle for TeS-i n-r f r the plate of tlsruit . n t: t side of the table was n! a 1 wLIIe tLe third grabbed a tr:- : ment of biscuit that Lis r. i . v bor Lad. for an In-ta; t : . ! down. But before it c 1 reach Lis mouth the otL r l.-i seized Lis Land and pummel tLe robber In t! f-. One cup of milk was .v. r'. - ed on the table, a plate f j lasses went to the grout, .", t : tbe bench with the La'l d brats upset opon the d 1, - . a it the combatants cliuch-d i " floor. The affair w.n . r interesting, and I wts i.. .;i to Lope that t-ach w.u ' x , In the grasp of the .-, ! . - -, :. the old woman turo I -them out of dVor, w!4. . . . howled and fought unm 1 . Now Laving ir.iiui. turned our fcttenti.ii t"i chicken. But the u-:; that onfortunafe fovri tome so stroucly i v r. pursued it Lad 1! wn ' : protection, "Low IV C , -terror away, Indtn-1 1; . squeak seemeJ yet. r.. . my ears, and thtra u r -step acarwai crunrhing its L-a 1 ! r , 1 a T - - 1 I not rat il But 1 :. - ; spoonful of fcur app: -r. que?tlng a cup of mil : break open one tf 1!.- j moth bisruIL The w 1. i . 1 , ed out the milk f or us.., isterlng the w L i 1 - t . l. ; consolation of the tn i-l nal sort. At length t. was open. Heavy an 1 with soda it was uul l!. that rose from it , rm with a j-erulUr ' There was little chat.r, r- 1 i r. to : with Silas, wLo' s.ll 1 g vliU Lis Lead down anl -,....) was vblrvlous t-isll : it ib I4ii iemre ur.n. m - tried to draw tLe w . .1 . . i . : . conversation, out s:.. mighty upsot" and w .:i Ulk "Now wLere we In -," -. J one presently, tLinii.ij : terest Ler in cooking, u n r Ittlesodaln brei l, i . : can't taste It at all." "Waal, now, whattea il o' pultln sody Iu l r-.- ! aint gwine ler lateit!' the annihilating reply. bupper Cnlshe l he w roceeded to g?t tl-er!.. to bed, and watcLio,' ' - r ooger wonderei ILst ar t; not make a crop in !:..; u t her other duties, ll v : t' s old story cf the fox. t! ir ... and the corn Two ; youngsters would be put l ' and before another j d:.-! they were Cghtin.'. .: i length all were rtu-z . : i .: two beds with the rri :;.-.-; molases still uik.u tl. i.- '.1 . Then pointing to ! : ! - remaining sh "Tbar's yV tl, .ra . . : you ins is in ready tr 1..: 1 The days work e: length the pir tire 1 r- - sat by the fire and sr:;-":' . ' r pipe th only . 1 .' -r life. Silas Lead Lad -ped upon Lis breat . : .. . snoring Leavily.Etid : ently the woman k:. . ! l-f ashes from Ler pipe 1. 51 was bed time an I '"':; re tired to oar li e-. embarrassment f! - r i nerseii ior tea, iiif ;-a flickered and bar I '. ' I soou sleep was upon V. r t bold. Joas W. Hav elgh State Chronic '.e. On tCft.O timninB. Or. Monik