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l! Wileon $1.50 A YEAR CASH IN ADVANCE. LET ALL THE ENDS THOU AIM ST AT, BE THY COUNTRY S, THY GOD S, AND TRUTH S. THE BEST ADVERTISING MEDIUM. VOLUME XXII. WILSON, WILSON COUNTY, N. C, DECEMBER 22, 1892. NUMBER 49. 71 1 Cash Catches The Bargains ! All Sorts Xmas now on Display at Presents The Gash Racket Stores! We appeal to . your own good judgement if it is not better to begin your Xmas - Purchases Sow. Every day you delay brings you nearer and nearer to that terrible Xmas Week Panic, when no clerk can wait on you satisfactorily, and when the Toy, Doll or Present you had set your heart on getting had f . , 1111 94 oeen "gobbiea up bv some Kina tnena. mere are so many reasons why you should buy now. The "jam" of last Xmas should be a lesson to all who put off buying. Our quarters are stocked with all sorts of things for the children as well as the grown people, and the prices well truly 'C asn Catches the Bargains." The Cash Racket Stores, WILSON, N. C, Nash and Goldsboro Streets. J. M. LEATH, Mgr. Greene County Insurance Agency, W. L JORDAN, MANAGER, SNOW HILL, - - - N. C. This Agency has been in successful operation -for about three years, and the manager has paid out thousands of dollars to beneficiaries ; and his com panies hold in trust millions more to be paid when due. The manager is mak ing hig offers to make Snow Hill the most desirable and cheapest place for the people to get insurance. Should you want to carry an accident policy you can get as liberal policy in as good, sound company as can be obtained anywhere. If you have a Cotton Gin, Store House or Stock of Goods, Steam or Water Mill, Dwelling, Barns or other Farm Property, you wish insured, you can get as cheap rates from the Greene county Insurance" Agency as can be obtained anywhere, in first-class com panies. - Cotton gins and cotton a specialty. , Particular attention paid to corres pondence, so if you desire insurance write to the manager and your wants will be supplied. Credit : Thirty day's credit given on policies when desired. Yours to Please, W.J.JORDAN, Sf'g'f. Greene Co. Insurance Ag'cy. P. O. Box No. s. Snow Hill. N. C. DR. W. S. ANDERSON, Physician and Surgeon, WILSON, N. C. Office in Drug" Store onTarbproSt. DR. ALBERT ANDERSON, Physician and Surgeon, WILSON, n. c. OiTice next door to the First Nationa Bank. DR. E. K. WRIGHT, Surgeon Dentist, WILSON, N. C. Having permanently located in Wil son, I offer my professional services to the public. EOffice in Central Hotel Building" IF YOU WISH TO PURCHASE THE BEST at the most reasonable prices, write to us for prices and catalogues. Our In struments are carefully selected and our guarantee is absolute. Cabinet Organs. We carry an immense offer them at lowest prices Stock For and par- ticulars address, E. VAN LAER, 402 and 404 W. 4th St., Wilmington, N. C. S2Ve refer to some of the most prominent families in Wilson. 10-27-31" THE COUPER MARBLE WORKS, in, 113 and 115 Bank St., NORFOLK, VA. -Large stock of finished pnts Gravestones, &c. iUUiiUiwvj Ready for shipment. BILL ARPS LETTER 8A.Y8 TIMES ARE GROWING BETTER SINCE THE ELECTION As He Predicted It Would if Cleveland Was Elected He Talks of Old Times in an Interesting Manner, Our cotton buyers say that 90 per cent of the crop in this country has been sold, and it has averaged 8j4 cents a pound, that does pretty well. I said in a former letter that the great staple went up 2 cents just as- soon as Cleveland was elected. Several men and one woman have taken offense at this and write me rather malignantly about the sin of deception, and the good woman says she had always esfSemed me to be a gentleman and" a christian until now. She says that unless I am an idiot I must know that it was the short crop that made the price advance. Weil that is so. I -take it all back. I was just mbilating. I hats all. Her party jubilated so much before the election that we couldn t keep from crowing a little afterwards. It did us so much good. 1 am just as sorry for my Republican friends as the circumstances will admit of, especially for the women, and I re member them in my prayers and hope they may receive an abundance of resignation and take comfort in that scripture which says, "The Lord loveth whom he chasteneth." Let us rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who weep. Some times the good things we haven't got are more comforting than those we have. .It is sorter like our preacher who had to get up away ia the night and nurse his little colicky boy for two long hours, and when -at last he had sobbed himself to sleep the the fond father patted him gently and whispered, "You dear little suffering darling ! Papa wouldn't take a mil lion dollars tor you ; no he wouldn't ; but he wouldn't give a nickel for another. " Eight cents is a fair price for cot ton in Texas just as fair as 6 cents is here in Georgia. , It is a pity that the price couldn't be regulated by the cost of production and let every man make ;o oer cent. Some farmers right here in Bartow county swear they can't make it for Jess than 8 cents, but Twas talking to Mn-Shed-aker who is a small farmer near our town and always has a little money to lend. He made nine and a half bales on ten acres this year and did it with hired labor, for he has no children and he says he keeps a strict account of every cent and knows ex actly what he isdoing and that the crop cost him 4 j4 cents a pound. He sold it for 9 4 and is satisfied. He has something to sell all the year around some corn, or hay, or a cow, or some potatoes. He came here poor and has improved his little farm and built new house out of the profits of larming. He envies nobody, troubles nobody, and is a a eood citizen.' Anothei larmer who sold a few bales at 9 cents told Mr. Milam that he didn't know what it cost him, for his little chaps chopped it out and picked the most of it, and if they hadn't done that they wouldn't have done anything else. Counting fair wages for the children he saw he reckoned his cotton cost him about 6 cents, but not counting the chil dren it cost about tlree cents. A sorry farmer fn a sorry farm is a sorry spectacle, and if it wasn't for his wife he would perish, but some how, in the "dispensation ot provi dence, most every no account, or un lucky man is tied onto a bustling, hustling woman who never surrenders and manages somehow to maintain the family. This is not fancy, but it is a fact that the more trifling or un lucky the man the more diligent is the woman. From time to time I had various tenants when I was farming and I noticed that the most indifferent menhad the smartest women tied onto them. Farming with diligence and good management is the best business I know of, and I am glad to Say our farmers are improving in their methods and their industry. I heard an observing farmer say to-day that, as a class, tney were 25 per cent. better off in this country than they were tnree years ago. . 1 ney are generally out of debt and own good stock and good implements. If a healthy man with a healthy wife has a good little farm that .is paid for he . . TM has as good, a chance for happiness and success as anybody. 1 shall never cease to cherish the memory of my farming life. And now when the children gather around the fire side they love to recall and relate the trials and tribulations, and the pleasures and delights of the ten years they lived upon the farm. They worked hard and made good crops and mixed a little sport with their labors and kept everything live ly and cheerful. Almost every night we had music and neighbors would drop in to enjoy it. I listened to them last night as they alternated with each in refreshing memories. "Don't you remember when Old Bess kicked, me over backwards and put her foot square down in the milk bucket?" "Yes, and you mauled her with the hoe handle ana broke it and von used to make me set upon the fence while you were milking and hold Old Bess's tail to keep her from switching you in the face with it, and the way you pulled the milk from her with both hands was a sight.. She was a cow, she was. Do you reckon you could milk one now or have you lost the lick since you'ye got stuck up so fine in Npw York?" "And -don't you remember when j Old Meg fell on that stob and made i a hole in her breast that you could hide a rabbit in ?" "Yes, and didn't I run my hand in it and wash it out with lye soap and turpentine and then sew it ur with a bagging needle and she go well and that was my first experience in surgery, and right there Papa said he was going to make a doctor out of me." "And don't you remember when I gave Mr. Jenkins three merino sheep for that old long-horned goat and how he knocked the breath out of me the first day and Papa got mad 'and sent him back to J enkins." "And what fun we used to have with Old Pete, the merino ram, and how we trained him 10 butt and nobody dared to get in fifty yards of him, and one day Papa was going along on his dignity like he thought Old Pete wouldn't dare to interfere with him and before he knew it Old Pete was after him and I never saw a man run like Papa did you could have played marbles on his coat tail." "And don't you remember when Ralph tell out of the top of that per simmon tree in the meadow and we all took him up for dead ; nd carried him to the house and the blood and" froth run out ot his mouth?" "Yes, and I rode Molly five miles to town in twenty minutes after the doctor and if she hadn't been the best mare in the world it would have killed her. And don't you reraem ber how Molly used to stall when she took a notion and one morning when I had had on a load of clover down in the the low ground she took a notion and after I had begged her and whipped her and worked with her lor an hour I unhitched Old Queen and rode her home and left Molly there hitched to the wagon all day long without food or water, and late in the evening I went back with Queen and hitched her alongside and got up on the wagon and said, 'Get along Molly,' and she started right off and pulled every pound all the wav home and Oueen could hardly keep up with her. That's the best way to break up a stalling horse that ever I tried, and it lasts, for Molly never did stall again." "And don't you remember how the Guyton hogs used to raise up our water gaps and get in the corn field and how Nabor Freeman said if we would catch a hog and mash his tail between two rocks he never would come back any more, and we tried it. We caught them with the dogs every day they came and there was hardly a hog in the neighbor hood that didn't have a broken tail, but it didn't break them o'f breaking into our fields and the Guytons threatened to law us, but they didn't. And Papa brought a big Poland -China sow from Mr. Keever and she ate up fifteen or twenty chickens the first day we got her and Papa asked him why he didn't tell him she was a chicke"h eater, and he laughed and said he thought we would find it out soon enough. And don't you remember when Paul was taking his first lessons in plowing in the field over the creik he couldn't keep his mule in the furrow, but the mule would step aside to bite every bunch of grass and Paul got mad and used cusory language for the first time in his life, and when the horn Mowed for dinner that mule didn't wait for the end of the row, but just turned square round and made for home dragging the plow and Paul, too, and he got so mad he turned her lose and ran to a sassafras bush -and-tore it all to pieces for switches' and revenge " "Then the girls took it up and talked about their frolics over the, fields and in the meadow and going to the mill and to school and getting black haws afd maypops and how we raised popcorn and goobers by the bushel, and hauled up walnuts from the low ground by the wagon load and how they used to ride on top of the hay from the clover field, and what a big time we used to have getting mistletoe and evergreens for Christmas and how Victor got on top the house one Christmas night when the house was full of children waiting for Santa Claus and he tooted his horn and raised a racket and all the little chaps thought the old fellow had come sure enough, and they love to think so yejt. Yes, and how I damn ed up the branch in the willow and made them a wash-hole and a spring board, and what glorious fun it was and nobody to molest or make them afraid." "Yes," said their mother, "you children did have a good time and a hard time, too, and it is a wonder that you are all alive today, for you had some terrible accidents and not doctor nearer than four or five miles. When that brck fell from the top of the chimney and laid Carl's head open I never expected him to live until the doctor got there, and there was some fast riding done that time, too, for Dr. Griffin at Cass Station. You wtre all very fortunate with your misl aps, but I was all the time under apprehen-" sions, and I never want tc live again so far from a doctor. Ydu may all praise the country, but will take the town every time ." Bill Arp. You cannot feel well without a clear head, and for this take Simmons Liver Regulator. The most of our ailments come from disordered livers which Simmons Liver Regulator cures. See our line of pants. Young's. Ready made dresses at Young's. THE EMBRACE OF DEATH. Indian Warriors Poisoned by Their Stolid Captive Brides. Half way up the west side of Palmer mountain there axe three rude head stones, marking the tombs of three Klickitat Indian girls, who died in cap tivity many years ago. Before the outbreak of the Nez Perce war the Cceur d'Alene Indians, who were at that time a warlike race, often overran the domains of the Siwash, Car rying off his horses, his cattle and not infrequently his wife or daughter. The Klickitats are great travelers, and they roam about from one place to an other, always, however, respecting the property rights of others. One night, so the story is told, a party of Klickitats werw attacked by a band of Cceur d'Alenes returning from one of their pilgrimages of invasion. The Cceur d'Alene braves were routed, but not nn til they had carried off three Klickitat maidens, who were highly prized by the warriors of other tribes because of their beauty, endurance and skill in the prep aration of food. The pursuit was so hot that the cap tors found that it would be necessary to release the Klickitat women or adopt some stratagem. Three young men of the tribes volunteered to bring the cap tives to" the Cceur d'Alenes, provided they were allowed to have them for squaws. The old chief reluctantly gave his consent, as he had fully intended that at least one of the beautiful captives should brighten his own tepee. It was better than to lose them altogether, however, and the three braves took the women to a cave in Palmer mountain. From there they watched the rescuing party on the plains below, and when the young Klickitat girls saw fheir people disappear on the trail of the Oeur d'Alenes all tBeir hopes of liberty van ished. One of the captives was the daughter of a medicine man and accustomed to handle and capture all kinds of reptiles, from which her esteemed and highly venerated ancestor was supposed to brew his most healing potions. The maidens appeared perfectly reconciled to their fate, and the Cceur d'Alene braves, with a touch of that vanity which is so frequently found in his civi lized brothers, imagined that the great personal beauty of a Cceur d'Alene had captured and enthralled the hearts of the susceptible Klickitats. That night there was a feast, for they had not neglected to store the cave with food and bearskin The Klickitat girls laughed merrily. In Chinook, the uni versal Indian dialect, they carried on a sprightly conversation with the hated and despised Cceur d'Alenes, and sang blithe songs for their entertainment. At last the feast was over and the In dians, following the tribal customs, married each other. The last words of the simple and primitive ceremony had scarcely been said when almost simultaneously three terrific shrieks reverberated through the cavern. In the couch of each warrior had been concealed the deadly yellow rattlesnake, and each Klickitat maiden had held her victim securely until the venomous reptiles had plunged their fatal fangs again and again into the liesh. The Klickitat maidens were imme diately put to 'death by the terrified Cceur d'Alenes, but they expected no less, as they had been bitten by the rat tlers. Only one of the three Cceur d'Alenes lived, and he was captured and burned at Jhe stake near where Fort Spokane now stands by the returning Klickitats. Jbhe tragedy was so unusual that the proverbial stoicism of the Indian did not restrain him from telling the facts be fore he was burned alive, and the Klick itats put up the rude headstones of which I spoke at the beginning of this narra tive. The tale traveled from one tribe to another, and even to this day it is a proverb among the Cceur d'Alenes that the "embrace of the Klickitat maiden is death." Interview in Seattle (Wash.) Times-News. A Sure Sign. A Detroiter with some spiritualistic tendency lost his wif e several months ago, and recently he attended a seance where the spirits were abundant. "I'd like to hear from the spirit of my wife," he said. The medium hustled around, and pret ty soon three distinct raps were heard. "She is here," announced the medium solemnly. "Is she in heaven?" inquired- the be reaved husband. The medium hustled, but could get no answer. "Is she happy?" inquired the husband perseveringly. 1 ne medium tailed to get an answer after three or four minutes' effort. "She refuses to talk," announced the medium finally. "Ugh!" growled the husband, reach ing for his hat, "that ain't my wife." Detroit Free Press. - Irishmen as Thief Catchers. "Did it ever occur to you that at least two-thirds of the chiefs of police of American cities aro Irishmen by birth or extraction?" inquired T. J. Quinn, of New York. "Just consider their names a moment Byrnes, of New York; Crow ley, of San Francisco; McClaughrey, of Chicago; Harrigan.of St. Louis; Speers, of Kansas City; Broder, of St. Joseph, and so on through the list, though I now can't recall their names, but I know that New Orleans, Atlanta, Galveston, St. Paul, Indianapolis, Cincinnati, Cleve land and Omaha all have chiefs whose names suggest Tipperpry and the sham rock. "There is something significantin this. The records show that the Irishman is the greatest thief catcher in the world, despite the homilies of the novelists on the French detective. The Irishman comes into the world with an acute mind and a nervous, alert disposition which fit him excellently for the work of a sleuth. He is also a fine judge of human "nature intuitively, and is pos sessed of the bravery and combative- ness so necessary to the manhunter. "He may not be so great a general as the Frenchman, German or English man, but he can discount them in all the staadier work of a . police captain. He has fuller and freer scope in this country than in any other for the devel opment of these traits of his nature, and hence it is that he is absorbing the im portant functions of the American mu nicipal constabulary. w--St. Louis Globe- Democrat. A STREET MISSIONARY. It Was Only a Bit of Paper, bat It a Young Woman from Rain. He was one of those idle vagabonds in good clothes, with a position in society and with morals much the worse for wear. And he was just now watching a star in another firmament than his own, and trying -pi his low moral sys tem of astronom y to drag it down into the mud. She was a young seamstress who was trying to bring up And educate a little sister left solely to feer care, and she was working out the prpblem of living on the chimerical basis that what was not enongh for one was plenty for two, and she had large abundant faith in Elijah and the ravens. This was before the Prince of Dark ness began to meet her on the way home, and pass himself off as the Prince of Light, and make such a glamour in her eyes that all the rest of the world was shut out, so that she could not see the sweet, saintly face of the dear mother who had gone before, nor the innocent, pleading eyes of the little orphan watching at that upper window in the tenement house "waiting for sis ter to come." Just now, as she walked along to the corner where he always met her, she was thinking how shabby her little print gown was, how forlorn her last sum mer's hat, and she smiled, and the dan gerous dimples twinkled in cheek and chin as she thought of herself in a soft silk dress with a hat drooping with flowers and the imperious atr that goes with beauty and wealth, and the little sister oh, what was that? Something frightened her 1 It was only a torn play bill loosened from a wall, but it blew directly across her face and felt like a hand. As she seised it to thrust it aside she could not help seeing a line in large letters, each one of which, as she read, made a fiery impress on her soul. It was a quotation from the play, and it came into the girl's life like a caprice of des tiny, "Rags are royal raiment when worn for virtue's sake." Then she ran , not that way that she was wont to do, but back home to the little sister by another route, and it seemed to her as if she would never be safe until she had the little one in her arms and sobbed out all her temptation and irres olution in a wordless prayer for help. And help came. No one ever yet sought it in that spirit that it did not come. And she wears her "royal rai ment" today with a steadfast faith in the future that no mortal can unbalance, and the Prince of Darkness knew when next he saw her that his power was gone, and retreated whence he cams. And the torn bit of paper that had saved a soul was gathered into the rag man's basket, fluttering to the . last like a flag of victory. Detroit Free Press. A Cruel Joke. A malicious bridesmaid played a very handsome joke upon a newly wedded couple at Minerva, Stark county, a few days ago. She put them upon a dock bedstead, which tosses the sleeper ont, and wound it up for "three." The alarm of the young couple maybe imag ined but not described when in the midst of the lady's sleep she was awak ened by the horrible din of the alarm, mingled with her husband's "What's that?" and before she was thoroughly awake she was violently tossed upon the floor. Jumping up, she ran to her friend's room crying, "i 11 never speak to him again I'll have a divorce he'B infamous he's a monster!" "Good gracious I" cried her friend Libby in affected aston ishment, "what's the matter? Do tell! He he he," sobbed the weeping bride and stopped. "He what?" asked her friend; "kissed you?" "No, nor vehemently exclaimed the other. "He thrust me out of bed?" The matter was, however, explained, and there has been no divorce. Ohio Patriot. Teaching a Foreign Language. The oldest son of a Harlem household had been to Europe for an extended trip, and on his return a small brother four years old followed him about with open eyed and open eared admiration. There was a family dinner to commemorate the young fellow's return, and the four year-old appeared at the table for a mo ment on his way to bed. He was as bashful as children usually are at such times, until suddenly he said, "Pa, is damn a French word?" "No, my child," said the horrified parent. "You must never say that again." "Well," rejoined the unterrified in fant, "Brother Charley says it's French for 'Oh, iny,' and he always says it when he pura on his collar. Brother Charley's sentiment toward his youthful relative can be better im agined than described. New York Trib une. The Good and Bad of Tobacco. Dr. B. W. Richardson has the last word in The Idlers' Club Symposium on the subject of smoking. It is not, he considers, so bad as drinking if drink ing deserves the gallows, smoking de serves penal servitude for life but it is radically bad. It disturbs the circula tion, it often impedes digestion, it inter feres with the fine adjustments of the senses, and sometimes it impairs the lenses of vision altogether. Moreover, it generates a craving for itself in the nervous organism, always an evil sign, and indirectly it calls up not infrequent ly hereditary devils like cancer, which would be latent if left alone. "Think of this when yon smoke to bacco," says this authority, "and say is the habit not one more honored in the breach than the observance. Without either malice or uncharitableness, my vote is emphatically aye on that ques tion." London News. How to Manage This Child. "My papa says I am one of those chil dren who can only be managed by kind ness," said the little son of Leech, the illustrator, to a new servant, "so please go and get me some sponge cake and an oranee!" Youth's Companion. The "Newest" In Chain.. Here is a convenience, a dose cup. It means what it says; it is a tiny cup of silver, plain or gilt lined, and holds just a teaspoonful. From the bottom depends a tiny corkscrew. This Is intended to fix in the cork of the medicine bottle, aud there you are. This dose cup has led to the larger dose cup. This holds a tablespoonful, and can be affixed in the same way to the cork. Without the lit tle corkscrew it is used as a cordial cap Jewelers' Circular. Am Incident. Tm Officer Smith," he said next morning as he started with his bundle of remorse for the police court, "and it's mighty sorry I am to see the pickle you're in. Married, I suppose?" The bundle said that it was. "Tut, tut! I thought so. Ye have the look of it. I'm a married man myself. Well, well, but it's tough luck, and yet it is sort of natural-like, too, for a fel low to get off once in awhile. The hot weather and the licker didn't mix." Young Remorseful thought it had mixed only too well. "Say," continued Mr. "Officer" Smith, "do yon know what condition you was in last night? My, but it was terrible! It was disgraceful! If I was to tell the jedge you'd get it in the neck. Why, there were a thousand children poking fun at ye when I took ye in. I wouldn't have done it then, ye are such a decent looking chap, but you was speechless. Yon couldn't give an account of your Belf, so I locked ye up for your own good. So you're a married man, eh? Dear me! Any children? Two, eh? Well, now that's too bad! But I'll spake a good word to the judge for ye, so I will. You re too respectable to be in this business. Ye ought to be buying yer wife bonnets and dresses instead of wasting yer money on the old stuff." The bundle of remorse hung its head. "Say, didn't I do it up slick?" asked "Officer" Smith. "I tell you I smoothed your road well.! I'm glad he let you go. By the way, if you're chancing around our way, you or yer wife, you might drop in and give us a call that is to say, my wife. She'll fix the misses up as fine Fifth avenue and at half the cost." As the sympathetic policeman drifted away the other looked at the card which had been left in his hand. He read the following: i MME. DE SMYTHE. : : No. 41,144 Washington Street, : : New York City, : : Parlsan Milliner and London Dressmaker. : : All the Latest Modes. : : Refers by permission to Officer Smith, of : : the street police station. : Next Sunday morning young Mrs. Re morse went to church in a Parisian bon net with Washington street trimmings. New York Herald. Did She Save Anything? Not many miles from Hartford lives a little woman who, owing to a chronic leanness of the family purse, is obliged to practice small economies in order to4 pay as she goes and have a little left over at the week's end. Wishing to procure a bottle of medi cine, which at the local druggist's cost one dollar and at a certain Hartford emporium could be had for sixty-nine cents, she reasoned that the saving on medicine and a few other articles she needed would more than pay her fare to and from the city. At theame time it wpnld make a pleasant excursion for her. She went, made her purchases and in due time was seated in the suburban train speeding homeward. Chancing to look across the car she caught the amused glances of a couple of young men, said glances being unmistakably directed at her. Our little woman col ored indignantly and ignored her fellow passengers the rest of the trip by gazing at the scenery. Upon her arrival at the home station the brakeman, while assist ing her to alight, smiled a smile which just stopped short of a grin, and the now confused and angry woman started toward home. But the last straw was added when a newsboy, with character istic impudence, shouted, "I say, lady, yer's loosin yer beer!" Looking over several packages to the one tucked under her arm, she saw, not beer, but her medicine slowly trickling down over the new jacket bought that day, over her best dress, and finally to the pavement, forming a trail as far be hind as she could see. Realizing her loss she determined to save What she could. Her economic principles were too deeply ingrained to desert her now, so grasping the bottle firmly and hold ing it at arm's length she started down the last block. A steady drip accompanied her foot steps, and reaching home she succeeded in saving about two tablespoonfuls. A nick in the bottom of the bottle had re leased the liquid, and after soaking through Jhe thick wrapper had started on its downward career, regardless of lean purses or consequences. Cor. York Recorder. New He Always Paint. If Senator Pasco, of Florida, should some day rise in his seat when a vote is being taken in the senate and vote on one side or the other, the dignified sena tors would be thrown into convulsions. Pasco is a man who never votes. Since he has occupied a seat in the senate he has voted fewer times than any other member of that body. Not that he is not on hand to vote, for he is always in his seat and is one of the most punctual and hardworking of the senators. But he is always paired. He has such a good heart and philanthropic nature that whenever any senator desires to arrange a pair with him he cannot bear to refuse the request. This fact the other senators know, and utilize their knowledge accordingly. So whenever a yea and nay vote is taken the voice of the senator from Florida is heard as he rises in his seat and sol emnly announces, what every one in the senate knows beforehand, that he is paired. Not once this session has he cast a vote when the yeas and nays were or dered, and now when he rises to an nounce nis pair a gentle smile plays upon the faces of the other senators. Boston Record. Her Idea of a Democrat. A little Auburn girl, whose father is a warm Republican, had formed an opinion from what she had heard at home that all the wickedness in this wide world was condensed into the Dem ocratic party. While the family was spending the summer at a well known Maine resort a friend visited them to pass Sunday. He was of a musical turn of mind, though perhaps his tastes were not highly elevated. He was a great whistler, and regardless of the day he kept his lips puckered the most of the time. The little girl was observed to watch him closely all day with an -air of considerable anxiety. At length her feelings appeared to get the better of her, and calling her mother aside she inquired seriously : "Mamma, is Mr. a Democrat?" "Why no, my child, I think not," was the reply. ' 'What makes you think so?' "Well, he's been whistling 'Whoa Emma' all day and it's Sunday." Ban gor Commercial. . ...r Just Opening 1 JtLU Below New York Cost! A A Infant and Children Shoes lower than ever. Keystone hand made children shoes, Ziegler Brothers ladies' fine shoes all at reduced prices. Burt and Rockland's home-made shoes at cost at Young Brothers, Our immense stock of Over coats is being reduced every day and if y u want a fine Overcoat at half price, now is your chance not many left. Ladies' Cloaks are still being sold regardless of cost. Ladies' Dresses ready-made at $1.50 to $2.50. Hardly enough to pay for the work of maldng them at Young Brothers. I Do you want a nice Lady's Hat for fifty cents? You will be astonished to see how nicely it is trimmed at Young Brothers. Our immens stock of young mens' knitted shirts is being rapidly re? duced and if you have not bought one, you had better buy now, and if you have got to buy your boy a suit, save your money by buy ing at YOUNG BROTHERS. Cured the Wrong Thirst. A most disreputable looking drunkard went to an inebriates' retreat where they squirt sobriety into people's arms and give them whisky dosed with ipecac to get them disgusted with it. He said to the man in charge of the factory: "I have the whisky habit badly and want to get cured. I don't desire ever to touch another drop." 'Pay twenty-five dollars a week, sign the bylaws and the thing's done," said the manager. After three weeks the patient went into the business office looking very Sour. "See here," he said, "I find that I'm losing my liking for brandy. How about that? You must have given me the J wrong medicine. I came here to be cured of the whisky habit." "Certainly," replied the manager blandly. "Our treatment will relieve you not only of the taste for whisky, but of all craving for alcoholic stimu lant, be it brandy, whisky, cider or gin." "Holy Caesar!" roared the patient in a rage. "I came here distinctly to be attended to on account of my liking for whisky, and now you've been mon keying with my predilection for brandy. What kind of a skin game is this you're running? Why, I had a brandy thirst on me that I wouldn't sell for $1,000,000. My scheme was to get up a dislike for whisky so's I'd have all my taste to de vote to brandy. I've been taken in, sir. The thing's a scheme of the most con temptible order. I'll find out in the courts whether you can go around mak ing people turn against brandy against their will." His suit will be awaited with interest by lawyers as well as drunkards. A jury may be called on to assess the value of a brandy thirst. New York Herald. Society Girls Drinking from Bottles. A young lady, a "society" young lady, pretty as a picture and as fashionably dressed as only young ladies can be who can command means and good taste, taking a good "swig" or a "pull," or whatever one may please to call it, from the neck of a bottle of whisky, is not a sight calculated to please the aesthetic, but it was a common sight at the great Yale-Princeton football game on Thanks giving day. It was simply another demonstration of the truth of the proverb that "cir cumstances alter -cjases." No young man of good breedinig would ordinarily, when honored as the escort of a young lady, think of carrying a little brown bottle in his pocket that he might invite his fair companion to "smile with him." The Thanksgiving .day football game, though, is no ordinary occasion. It means sitting around in the open air on a November day for several hours, an ordeal that, in spite of warm wraps, is .calculated to make anybody feel as though the blood in the body was slowly but surely becoming frappeed. So thewise young man overcomes what ever scruples he may have when, he starts for the football game and puts in his pocket a little brown bottle of ardent spirits. Then after he has become thor oughly chilled he produces it sheepishly anw proffers it to the fair one at his side. At first she thinks she won't, but after a little while the chances are that she will think she will. By the time that the first half of the game is over she has be come reconciled to the circumstances which alter her ease and accepts the proffered flask as a matter of course. New York Times. Elegant Line Shoe Samples ! XTT-V W.E.WaIIIn&Co. FIRE INSURANCE AGENTS, (Successors toB. F. Briggs & Co.,) OFFICE OVER FIRST NAT. BANK, WILSON, N. C. 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