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VOLUME XXI.
WILSON, WILSON COUNTY, N. C, JUNE 4, 1891.
NUMBER 20.
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BILL ARPS LETTER.
MRS. AKP GAVE A CANDY PULLING
TO THE LITTLE CHILDREN.
Bill Arp Finds Candy Everywhere Even
sits Down Upon a Piece Mm. Arp Glo
ries in Pleasing the Little Ones.
"What's all this rumpus about ?"
I came home to dinner and found
the house full and yard full of chil
dren grandchildren and other chil
dren. "Oh, nothing much," said
Mrs. Arp. "I promised them a little
party and they have come over to
spend the day, and brought some
friends with them."
"Well, but these door-knobs are
all stuck up with candy." "Yes, they
had a candy pulling, and, I expect,
have messed up things just like chil
dren will. I will wipe off the door
knobs." "Well, but here I've gone and set
down on a lump of it in this chair."
Mrs. Arp smiled and said : "Well,
there's the washboard and a rag."
I meandered out in the piazza and
found candy deep in everything.
The chaps were on the backyard
cooking dinner on a little brick fur
nace they had built. Some were
toting water and some bringing
wood, and they had potatoes and
rice and eggs and butter and pepper
and everything they could beg from
the cook. The Waterspout was run
ning all over everything. I stopped
that part of it and surrendered to the
rest and retired to my accustomed
seat at my desk.
"Who has been here projecting
with my pens and letter pads, and
turned over my inkstand and messed
up my papers ?"
"Oh, I don't reckon they have
hurt" anything. Rosa wanted to
show me how she was learning to
write. There was very little ink in
the stand. I wiped off all that was
spilt."
II got up and walked in the garden
as King Ahaseurus did to let my
choler down, and I found where they
had been picking peas and broke the
twine that held the vine up I al
ways stick my peas with twine and
so I came out of the garden to let
my choler down somewhere else. I
looked all 'round for the children to
give them a blessing, but they had
become alarmed, for Mrs. Arp had
told them to run and hide. "I'll
wear them out" said I. "I'll wear
them all out, big and little, old and
young. I'm awful mad. I am' as
mad as a mad bull. Broke down
my pea vines !" and I mocked a bull
and pawed the dirt. The chaps had
run up the ladder and got on the
shed roof of the house and as I
pranced and bellowed around they
smothered their laughter until I was
out of sight and then they turned
loose in full chorus. I found the
buggy pulled out of the shed and
the whip gone and the calf was tied
up in the back lot with the saddle
on, so I took my seat in the front
piazza and put my feet on the railing
and ruminated. My thoughts car
ried nie away back to my childhood
when I took delight in such things
and the whole picture came before
me like the turning of a kaleidoscope.
What a pity that folks can't always
be as happy as when they were chil
dren. About this time Mrs. Arp
came out with a bundle of stuft and
remarked that she brought home
some pinks and chrysanthemums
that must he planted out. "Are you
doing anything ?" said she. "I am
ruminating," said I solemnly. "Well
you had better ruminate around for
the garden hoe, and I'll help you put
them out your back- needs exer
cise." I was picking peas the other morn
ing, and as they were of the low kind
I had to bend over smartly, and by
and by when I tried to straighten up,
I couldn't straighten. There was a
hitch and a pain in my veins, the
same old trouble I had one before
when I worked in the water half a
day damming up the branch to make
a wash hole for the children so I
hurried from the garden to the
house half bent and made my usual
fuss for help and sympathy. I was
down for two days, and took medi
cine and chicken soup, and they put
a belladona plaster on my back as
big as a letter pad, and it is there
yet, and I'm not well by a long shot,
but my folks seem to think I am. If
I get up and creep to town they put
me to work as soon as I get back. I
used to have boys of all sorts and
sizes to wait npon me and to do my
bidding, but they have all grown up
and left me but one, and he is at
school, and when he isn't he is oft
somewhere at baseball or tennis, or
picnicking around. I am the boy
now the waiting boy.
I was ruminating, but I found the
hoe and dug around according to or
ders. Last night at the supper table
Mrs. Arp remarked as she was mak
ing the coftee that today was another
anniversary. I thought she meant a
birthday, for they seem ' to come
about once a week in the family, and
she always wants to make a little
present of some sort a spoon or
napkin ring or sleeve buttons, or
something. I tell you what is a fact
where there are ten or a dozen
children in a family to start on" and
they grow up and get married and
multiply and replenish, and the pos
1 terity keeps on getting "more thick
! er, more denser," as Cabe says, and
the maternal ancestor is a large
I hearted woman, these birthday
gifts and wedding presents will keep
the old man's surplus down as effect
ually as the Republican party keeps
it down in the United States Treas
ury. It is the easiest thing in the
world. I never saw a.mother with a
numerous flock of lovely offspring
but what she wants a big house and a
bushel of money. My wife is always
scratching around hunting up some
thing for the children. She reminds
me of an 51d hen wiih a brood of
young chickens, always a clucking
and scratching and she says that I
remind her of an old rooster who
every now and then finds a bug or a
worm and makes a big fuss and calls
up the little chicks, and just before
they get there he gobbles it up him
self. J
No she didn't mean a birthday
She said that twenty-seven years ago
to-day we were running from the
invade as fast as our good horse and
a rockaway could carry us. "Just
about this time," said she, "we were
hurrying across Euharlee bridge and
I trembled all over for fear it would
break in two, for it vibrated up and
down to old Buckner s heavy trot,
but you never slakened up a bit, and
we fairely flew through old Van
Wert, and took the mountain road
until we got to Mr. Whitehead's,
about dark."
"Yes," said I, "and we stayed all
night there, and they did the best
they could for all the runnagees, but
they didn't have room for the men
folks and we slept outdoors under
the wagon shed, and the fleas kept
us so lively that we got up in the
night and ran through the bushes to
brush them off, just like cattle do
when the flies are after them."
"And the next morning about day
light," said she, "the news came that
the yankees were coming, and we
started up that long mountain, and it
did seem to me that we never would
get to the top. It must have been
three or four miles up, and we felt
pretty safe then and stopped awhile
to rest, and then we scooted away to
Dallas and rested there for dinner,
and that night we camped out some
where near Powder Springs. The
wagon and our tent and baggage
kept up pretty well, but we found out
we didn't have anything to cook in
except a copper pot."
I ''Yes, I remember," said I, "and
we sent Tip off to a little farm house
to borrow a skillet, and he came back
without it and said the old woman
told him the old man was washin' his
feet in it, and we would have to wait
until he got through. She said his
feet had sores on 'em, and the dish
water was powerful good for sores.
Tip tried another place and got a
skillet that wasn't so popular."
"And next morning," said Mrs.
Arp, "we stopped to get some water
at a house, and the well was in the
front yard and it was locked with a
chain and a padlock, and they
wouldn't let us have a drop, and you
gave the woman 10 cents for a cupful
for the baby. Oh, it was just awful."
"I believe," said I, "that we had
about seven children then."
"Yes," said she, with a sigh, "poor
little half-starved things."
"Why, they enjoyed it," said L
"They thought it was a big frolic,
aud that we were running a race with
Joe Johnston, trying to see who would
beat to Atlanta."
"Stella was the baby then," said
my wife,, looking at her earnestly,
"a little fretful, black-eyed baby, and
now she is sitting here a mother with
a child of her own that is so much
like what she was then that some
times I imagine the child is mine and
I am getting ready to make a new
run from the yankees." 1
"May the fowl invaders live long,
when the devil gets them'" said I.
"They kept you trotting, and you
bore it like a heroine ; you have seen
a good deal of troublous life, and
I'm thankful that now your days are
calm and serene." Bill Arp.
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MEMORIAL DAY.
A BEAUTIFUL TRIBUTE TQ THE HE
ROES WHO WORE THE GRAY.
The Address Delivered by Prof. J. Y. Joy
ner, Superintendent of Goldsboro Public
Schools, at the Confederate Memorial Ex
ercises in Willow Dale Cemetery, in
Goldsboro, on Monday Afternoon, May
11th, 1891.
The following address, delivered
by Prof. Joyner on Memorial Day
should be filed carefully away. On
May 10th of each succeeding year it
should be resurrected and re-read.
It will do us good, for in it are
thoughts that breathe and words that
burn. It is a flawless gem from the
hand of a master rhetorician and we
should be proud to be able to enjoy
it. Editor.
This is not a time for hate ; it is
not a time for arraying brother
against brother ; it is not a time for
arraying section against section ; it is
not a time for tearing open afresh the
horrible wounds which civil war has
left in Southern hearts. It is a time
and an occasion that appeals to the
noblest feelings of the human heart.
It is a time for sweet peace, and si
lent reflection and holy reverence.
We are in the presence of the ashes
of our dead our dead because they
were bone of our bone and flesh of
our flesh our dead because they
died for our homes our dead be
cause they died for us. Then let us
bare our heads and do reverence to
these heroes to-day. For, judged
by that high standard which meas
ures heroism by sacrifice and service,
they are heroes.
That which makes heroism truly
heroic is self-abnegation, self-sacrifice
a willingness to suffer and to die,
if need be, for the good of others.
This is the standard established by
tfie life and example of the model
Hero of all the ages and of earth and
heaven. Hear the plaintive wail of
a uod : ' 1 he toxes nave holes, the
birds of the air have nests, but the
son of Man hath not where to lay his
head. What a sacrifice for others.
Surely He was a hero then. He
was a hero wnen fie stood in r uate s
judgment hall and wore the crown of
thorns and endured the jeers ol men
for the sake of others. He was a
hero, when he stood in the garden of
Gethsemane on that last sad night
and out of the depths of a soul
wrung with agony, cried : "Father,
if it be possible, let this cup pass from
me ; and then in the next breath,
when He remembered those for
whom he suffered, forgot his suffer
ing, and, with Chnsthke resignation,
exclaimed: "Nevertheless, not my
will, but Thine be "done." But He
was never so grandly heroic as when
he hung upon the cross and died that
the sons of men might live.
If suffering, self-abnegation and
self-sacrifice for others and for a holy
cause are measures of true heroism,
the future of Homer who shall sing
the story of American heroes will as
sign a place of high honor to the
Southern soldier who suffered and
died upon the battle field for his peo
ple and his country ; to that other
soldier who stood shoulder to
shoulder with him, and bared his
breast to the same dangers and en
dured the same hardships, and was
willing even to die the same death,
but whom God in His mercy spared,
and to the Southern woman, noblest
of her type, who suffered silently at
home, and, without a murmur, gird
ed the sword about her heart's idol
and sent him forth to do battle and to
face death.
These were all alike heroic, and
all alike deserve our honor and our
gratitude to-day. Their lives and
their examples are the richest heri
tage the South possesses a heritage
which neither moth nor rust can cor
rupt, which neither time nor tyranny
can rob her of. The civilization of
the old South may be forgotten a
new one is already taking its place
the story of her chivalry and her
wealth and her power may become a
dream of the past, a tale that is told,
but the example of these heroes will
exert its influence upon future gener
ations, shaping their lives and claim
ing their reverence, so long as men
love freedom and admire devotion to
duty.
What nation can claim a more
precious heritage ?
Then who shall say that these men
fought and died in vain ? True, vic
tory did not perch upon , their ban
ners and the star of that new nation
which they established and for which
they died has been blotted forever
from the firmanent of nations, but
their "deeds still smell sweet and
blossom in the dust." They have
opened here in our Southland a foun
tain of patriotism, pure and undefiled,
from which Southern youth shall draw
inspiration through all the cycles of
the coming ages.
It is not wealth that lives ; it is not
power that lives. It is deeds, noble
deeds that live and make men nobler,
civilization better, and life purer and
sweeter.
Bailey in his beautiful Festus has
truly said : "We live in deeds, not
years; in thoughts, not breaths; in
feelings not in figures on a dial. We
should count time by heart-throbs.
He most lives who thinks the most,
feels the noblest, acts the best" Of
nations as of men may this . be said.
They influence subsequent civiliza
tion and subsequent generations of
men through the lives and deeds of
their heroes.""
The story of Rome's conquest and
power may be dimmed by the mist
of centuries, but the story of "Rome's
hero, who single-handed" held an
army at bay and saved the imperial
I ntV. Shall thrill tVirVMlrrli Vitirnan
j j - hi fcarvg iiuiii 1.
hearts so long- as freedom hath an
' abiding place upon this earth.
the bright star of Greece set cen
turies ago, but the deeds of Greece's
J heroes left a glorious halo about her
j name that has lighted many a na
tion since through the darkness of
tyranny. The glorious example of
the heroes of Marthon and Thermop-
' ylae shall feed the fires of freedom
and of patriotism in human hearts till
time shall be no more.
In the records of relentless time,
the Southern Confederacy is enrolled
among the nations that were, but are
not. Yet, amid its ruins, like fade
less stars, shall ever shine, upon the
pathway of the nations, the deathless
deeds of its heroes.
As I have heard old men with
trembling lips and tear-dimmed eye
describe die closing scene of the
great tragedy at Appomatox, my
heart has burned within me, and I
have thought, surely there is in all
history no picture of sublimer hero
ism. I would that I could describe
that scene to-day with half their elo
quent simplicity. For that, scene
alone, could we but get a faint con
ception of it, would speak more elo
quently of the character and the he
roism of the men who wore the grey
than any words that have ever fallen
from human lips.
Would you know of what stuff the
Southern soldier was made ? Would
you get some faint idea of what he
endured for our Southland and for
us, go with me to the field yonder at
Appomatox.
The Southern cross still proudly
floats in the breeze, but it is no lon
ger bright and beautiful and stainless
as it was when the South's fair daugh
ters prepared and gave it with their
prayers to wave over the South's
brave sons. It is tattered and torn
and stained with the blood of heroes
now. Fit emblem now of the men
o'er whom it floats, of the cause for
which it stands. Behold beneath its
folds the shattered wreck of a once
proud army. Old men,whose-locks are
silvered with the sands of time, whose
forms are bent with the weight of
years, are there. Young men, middle-aged
men, in the full strength
and power of their manhood, are
there, beardless youths, scarce en
tered their teens, the pride and hope
of fond mothers whose hearts are
wrung by the separation, are there.
In their wan faces, in their wasted
forms, in their hollow eyes, in their
half-clad bodies, I read, in part, the
fearful storv of their sacrifice and their
suffering while following that old flagj
for four long years, through heat and
cold and fire and blood and death.
The scene, changes. From camp
to camp from man to man, with
lightning speed the whispered mes
sage flies: "Lee has surrendered."
The war is o'er ! Peace is at hand !
Peace after the turmoil and restless
ness of civil war ! Peace ! What a
wealth of meaning and of happiness
in that one word Everything invites
to peace to-day.
The sun is filling all the earth with
glory and with peace. In the or
chard hard -by the birds are singing
their sweetest songs of peace. The
old earth is arraying herself in her
brightest robes of peace. The spring
zephyrs rustling softly through the
new born grass and the branches of
the newly budding trees whisper
peace. Ah, it is a peaceful scene
one of those quiet days in the beau
tiful spring time that lulls and
soothes and speaks to human hearts
of that peace which passeth all un
derstanding. Surely peace will be
joyfully accepted by these sorely
tried men.
What ! Has the world ever w
nessed such a scene ? A wail of woe
rises from that host of men ! An
army in tears ! Strong men, unac
customed to weep, weeping like
children. Weeping for what? jln
God's name has not the sacrifice been
great enough ? Devastated fields,
ruined fortunes, blasted home, brok
en hearts--all these and more you
have given for your country. Sur
rounded at this moment by an army
of four times your number, with all
the world to reinforce it, your cause
is hopeless. Accept then the peace
that is offered you and rejoice.
Surely you have earned it if ever
men did. Wife and children and
father and mother and other loved
ones are waiting anxiously for your
return. Why, oh, why do you
stand there weeping !
Leonidas and his brave three hun
dred, to set Greece an example and
to teach Persia a lesson, faced Xer
xe's millions at the Pass of Thermop
ylae, and, without a quiver, met
death. But it was amid the excite
ment and shock of battle.
On a hundred hard fought battle
fields these Southern soldiers as
bravely bared their breasts to the
missiles of death, and now they
weep because they are denied the
privilege of giving to their country all
that is left life.
The Spartan soldier died in battle
for his country but the Southern sol
dier weeps in peace because, for his,
he cannot die.
Men of the new South, rejoice that
you have had such brothers. Wives
and mothers join in an anthem of
praise to-day that you have had such
husbands and sons. Little children,
thank your God for such sires and
ancestors. Angels in heaven, hush
your songs in silent admiration of
) 3ULH w !
Ah ! those tears that fell that day
were consecrated in the sight of God,
and angels must have caught them
up and hastened to lay them as
sweet offerings upon the altar of
Paradise, where every tear-drop be
came a glittering diamond to sparkle
in me cruwns inai cnnsiian patriots
I 1 11 r
lijcic siictu wear.
Scatter the flowers of love upon
the graves of these dead heroes and
leave not one unadorned. True they
may wither and die in a day, but
tokens they are of the undying love
of a grateful people ; emblems they
are of the lives and examples of those
who sleep beneath, that, like peren
nial flowers, shall fill all thVyears
with their fragrance.
But while we honor the dead, let
us not forget to do justice to the liv
ing Let us scatter, while we may, the
flowers of loving deeds along their
pathway of life. Silently, one by
one, these grand men are passing
to their reward, and ere long not one
shall be left to tell by Southern fire
sides, to the rising generation, the
story of Southern heroism. Why
wait till "God's finger has touched
them and they sleep" before showing
our love ?
Why wait until these brave hearts
are cold and cannot feel before show
ing our sympathy. Those who
sleep beneath the sod there have
taught us how to die for country and
for truth, but these, whose lives God
spared, have taught us how to live
for country and for truth. Honor
both ! Thank God for both !
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Resolution of Respect.
The second Quarterly Conference
of LaGrange Circuit, Methodist Prot
estant Church, N. C. Dist., having
been officially informed of the death
of Capt. James P. Speight, a member
of this body, a committee was ap
pointed to draft suitable resolutions
expressive of the deep sorrow of that
body.
Whereas, it has pleased Al
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Father, to remove from the sphere of
life and from the church militant to
join the church triumphant our be
loved Br. James P. Speight who
serenely fell asleep in Jesus at his
home in Green county, N, C, April
4th, 1891; in the77th year of his age,
therefore be it ,
Resolved, that in the death of Bfo.
Speight the Methodist Protestant
Church at Tabernacle has lost one of
her most devoted and consistat mem
bers. That his wife has lost a husband
who has ever been loyal and Jloving
toward her and whose delight it- was
to make her happy and pleasant.
That Green county has lost a
valuable and esteemed citizen who
represented her and Lenoir in- the
"State Senate.
That the loss of such a man can but
be keenly felt as far as his influence
extends yet our loss is his eternal
gain.
That these resolutions be recorded
on the minutes of this Conference and
sent to the Methodist Protestant and
Wilson Advance with request to
publish. ' "I
W. L. Harris, V
E. A. Wright, Com.
J. H. Garris, j
The Spring Medicine.
The popularity which Hood's Sar
saparilla has gained as a Spring med
icine is wonderful. It possesses just
those elements of healthgiving, blood
purifying and appetite-restoring which
everybody seems to need at this sea
son. Do not continue in a dull tired
unsatisfactory condition when you
may be so much benifited by Hood's
Sarsaparilla. It purifies the blood
and makes the weak strong.
Senator Call Re-elected.
Tallahasse, Fla., May 26.
Senator Call was re-elected U. S.
Senator by the Legislature in joint J
session to-day. He received 51
votes : only 54 members being pres
ent. The anti Call men absented J
themselves from the joint session.
Blood diseases are terrible on ac
count of their loathsome nature, and
the fact that they wreck the constitu
tion so completely unless the proper
antidote is applied. - B. B. B, (Botan
ic Blood Balm) is composed of the
true antidote for blood poison. Its
use never fails to give satisfaction.
ROSES OF Jl'SK.
BY EMMA C. OOWD.
Red as the wine of forgotten ages,
Yellow as gold of the sunbeams spun,
Pink as the gowns of Aurora's pages,
White as a robe of a sinless one,
Sweeter than Araby's winds that blow,
Roses, roses, I love you so !
Crowning the altar where vows are
spoken, -Cradling
the form that is still and
, cold,
Symbol of joy, and love's last token,
Telling the story that never grows
old !
Spirits of beauty, whom none debar,
Know ye, I wonder, how fair ye are?
Glory of monarch, in palace royal,
Queenliest charmers of all the place;
Blooming for yeoman, tender and loyal,
Bending to kiss his toil-stained face.
Roses, roses, born but to bless,
Yield me your secret of lovelines !
Ladies' Home Journal.
A BACHELOR'S GROWL.
What is't you say to me, sir ? What !
me marry !
Become a Benedict, sir me ! and
may be
In future be obliged at night to carry
Across an icy floor a squalling baby,
Or be roused up from sleep by son or
daughter,
With, "Papa, please, I want a drink of
water !"
Or, what is worse than that, some
winter morning
Be awakened from my sleep O fate
most dire !
When frosted trees the windows are
adorning
With, "John, get up at once and
make the fire !"
And learn O, tno, I don't think I'll
begin
To dodge a flat-iron or a rolling-pin !
Get married ! when I know that every
woman
Will have the last word, be she old
or young,
And be obliged, when a storm is com
ing, To leave the house, or sit and hold
my tongue ?
Or be obliged, whenever I provoke
her,
To dodge the wood-ax or the kitchen
poker ?
Let those who love such exercises
4 marry ;
But I in single life still mean to tarry.
Somerville Journal.
No child will have a rosy complex
ion as long as worms exist in the in
testines. Shriner's Indian Vermifuge
will desroy the worms and restore
the health of the child.
ARRIVED SAFELY.
Rev. F. F. Eure Hun a Pleasant Trip to Hi
Far-away Home.
(special cor. the advance.)
Marble Hill, Mo., May 21.
We reached our home safe I be
lieve. It is a little over two days
and nights ride. The prettiest
scenes I ever saw were the Alleghany
Mountains. Sometimes I was far
above the land, and at other times I
was under it. I could at some
points see other trains running over
me, and again we would be running
over towns, and trains under us. The
beautiful flowers that nature had
planted were a grand thing to look
upon. I helped debate the beauty of
nature and art one time, but did not
know anything of the beauty of na
ture at that time. I went into Cin
cinnati over the tpwn, and in St.
Louis under the town. Mr. Farmer
fixed my ticket wrong and they put
me on the Pacific Road instead of the
Iron Mountain, and we had to come
back and start again. There are on
ly.three bar rooms in this county and
several counties around have none.
Bro. Kendell, our P. E., is from N.
C, and is a very hard worker in the
cause of Christ. We have rain a
plenty here. Had a fine rain yester
day and hail to accompany it across
the hills and valleys. Corn is worth
50 cents per bushel here. Wheat 60
to 90. Wheat crops are fine here
this year ; so are the other grain
crops. They have nice stock, horses
and cattle. Butter sells from 6 to 10
cents per pound. Milk 10 cents per
gallon. We have a very nice house
the good people have prepared on
this work, in town, Marble Hill, the
county seat. Negroes are a curiosity
to the people out here. There were
some here a few days ago, and it was
in the .paper it was such a curiosity.
We have no cotton and tobacco out
here. It is grain. They all live
well.
Your Friend,
F. F. Evjrk
Tarboro New from the Advocate.
The steamer Greenville came up
here Monday. When it sunk some
time ago it was not due to disar
rangement of machinery as was then
reported, but to overloading.
W. S. Wilkinson, who was in town
Saturday, told a reporter that Battie
boro is to have increased educational
facilities.a Male and Female Institute.
Work will begin on the building this
week and it will be completed about
August and readv for occupancy by
the Fall term. Stenography and
music, with other branches will be
tatitrht : also telegraphy in the pri
mary department Mr. Wilkinson,
who is a most competent instructor,
will be the principal.
Wednesday, afternoon, Calvin An
derson. 17 year old son of Baldy An
derson living in No. 5 townshid, near
Whittakers, met his death in a most
horrible manner. He had been
plowing in the field and when he
took his mule from the plow, in some
way he became entangled in the
traces. The mule became frightened
and ran away dragging young An
derson some distance. His head was
beaten against the ground, logs and
trace, and severely bruised from
which wounds death soon resulted.
THE
Completest,
The Neatest,
STOCK OF
MEDICINES,
MEDICINES,
MEDICINES,
MEDICINES,
PATENT
PATENT
PATENT
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Dr.
STATIONERY,
STATIONERY,
STATIONERY,
STATIONERY.
PERFUMES AND EXTRACTS,
PERFUMES AND EXTRACTS,
PERFUMES AND EXTRACTS,
PERFUMES AND EXTRACTS,
TOILET SOAPS,
TOILET SOAPS,
TOILET SOAPS,
TOILET SOAPS,
Anderson
SPONGES,
SPONGES,
SPONGES,
SPONGES,
FANCY TOILET ARTICLES,
FANCY TOILET ARTICLES,
FANCY TOILET ARTICLES,
FANCY TOILET ARTICLES,
TOOTH BRUSHES,
TOOTH BRUSHES,
TOOTH BRUSHES,
TOOTH BRUSHES,
Co.
SPECTACLES,
SPECTACLES,
SPECTACLES,
SPECTACLES,
LAMPS AND LAMP GOODS,
LAMPS AND LAMP GOODS,
LAMPS AND LAMP GOODS,
LAMPS AND LAMP GOODS,
PURSES,
PURSES,
PURSES,
PURSES,
POCKET BOOKS,
POCKET BOOKS,
. POCKET BOOKS,
' POCKET BOOKS,
BILL. BOOKS, BLANK BOOKS,
BILL BOOKS, BLANK- ROOKS,
BILL BOOKS, BLANK BOOKS,
BILL BOOKS, BLANK BOOKS,
TRUSSES,
TRUSSES,
TRUSSES,
TRUSSES,
U.
SURGICAL APPLIANCES,
SURGICAL APPLIANCES,
SURGICAL APPLIANCES,
SURGICAL APPLIANCES,
TO BE FOUND IN WILSON
AT-
THE DRUG STORE OF
DR.W.S.ANDERSON&CO.
WINSTON HOUSE,
SELMA, N. C.
MRS. G. A. TUCK,
PROPRIETRESS.
DR. W. S. ANDERSON,
Physician and Surgeon,
WILSON, N. C.
Office in Drug Store on Tarboro St.
DR. ALBERT ANDERSON,
Physician and Surgeon,
WILSON, N. C.
Office next door to the First National
Bank.
JOHNRTliEST'S
BARBER SHOP,
TARBORO ST., WILSON, N.C.
Satisfaction guaranteed or money re
funded. Hair cut in the latest style.
DR7 E K. WRIGHT,
Surgeon Dentist,
WILSON, N. C.
Having permanently located in Wil
son, I offer my professional services to
the public.
0r"Office in Central Hotel Building.
UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT.
THE
Overbaugh House,
FAYETTE VI LLE, N. C.
A. B. McIVER, Proprietor.
Rooms large and well ventilated.
Centrally located and offers special in
ducements to commercial men.
jyTable first-class. 4-16-tf.
DR. R. W. JOYNER,
DENTAL SURGEON,
WILSON, N. C.
I have become permanently identi
fied with the people of Wilson ; have
practiced here for the past ten years1
and wish to return thanks to the gener
ous people of the community for the
liberal patronage they have given me.
spare no money to procure in
struments that will conduce to the com
fort of my patients. For a continuation
of the liberal patronage heretofore
bestowed on me I shall feel deeply
grateful.
GASTON & RANSOM,
THE WILSON BARBERS.
When you wish an easy shave,
As good as ever barber gave.
Just call on us at our saloon,
At morning, eve or noon.
w. rut and dress the hair with grace,
To suit the contour of the face,
Our room is neat and towels clean.
Scissors sharp and razors keen,
thincr up think, vou 11 find
To suit the face and please the mind.
And all that art ana skiii can uo,
If you'll just call we'll do for you.
w.s.
Druggists,
Wilson