AT.L & SLEIDQ-E, PROPRIETORS. .A. ITEWSrJkl’H]^ IFOIR, THE FEOFLE. TEEUZS-S2.09 PER ANNUM IN ADVANCE. VOL. XVII. WELDON, N. C., THURSDAY, AUGUST 5, 1886. NO. 20: ADVERTISEMENTS. FORSALET I offer for sale my Store, Dwelling, Gin House and Fixtures. Good Stables, Tenant Houses. ALSO MY FARM CONTAINING 200 ACRES of the best land in North Carolina. Postoffice and Railroad station on premises. Give me a call. Terms liberal. W.T. RIDDICK, Spring Hill, N. C. June 17 3m DAVIS & CO, Mott Grocers, PETERSBURG, VA., Have a large stock now coming in and offer the Trade at Bottom Prices, viz : 1000 Bbls. Flour, good to finest patents. 100 Boxes bulk strips, ham butts, &c. 200 packages Best Pure Lard. 300 barrels and halves Mackerels and Herrings. 100 pails No. 1 fat Mackerel. 50 boxes Cod fish. 150 Barrels of Bright Syrups. 50 Barrels New Orleans and P. R. Mo lasses. 200 Sacks Rio, Laguayra and Java Coffees. 150 Caddies fair to finest Teas. 500 Boxes Starch in bulk, pound and 3 pound packages. 350 Boxes Soap, all styles. 100 Barrels Best pure Kerosene Oil. 100 gross Ralph’s R. R. Mills and Belle Snuif. 200 bags and barrels potatoes. :o: 2ALSO —-^ 500 Caddies and Boxes Chewing To bacco. 100 Cases Smoking Tobacco. 50 Barrels fine Apples. 45 Boxes fine Oranges. Brooms, Pails, Paper, Paper Bags, Canned Goods, &c. &c. feb 25 3m. PROFESSIONAL CARDS. J} 1 ° lVi tiWT'n: By mutual consent, the firm of Mullen & Moore’ Attorneys at Law, Halifax, N. C., is this day dis' solved. Either partner is authorized to receipt for the firm. Law business now in hand will be at tended to jointly, by both partners as heretofore. J. M. MULLEN, JNO. A. MOORE. Halifax, N. C. January 1.1886. OHN A. MOORE, ATTORNEY AT LA W, HALIFAX, N. C. Practices in the courts of Halifax, and adjoining counties and in the Supreme and Federal courts of North Carolina. JAMES M. MULLEN, WALTER E. DANIEL. ^FULLER & DANIEL, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, WELDON, N. C. Practice in thecourts of Halifax and Northamp- tonand in the Supreme and Federal courts. Col lections made in al) parts of North Carolina. Branch office at Halifax, N. C., open every Mon day. jan7ly. W. II. KUCHIN, W.A.DUNN. COUNTY ATTORNEY, JTITCHIN & DUNN, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, SCOTLAND NECK, N. C. mar 13tf F. H. BUSBEE, K. H. SMITH Jr. RALEIGH, N. C. SCOTLAND NECK, N. C. jgUSBEE & SMITH. Mr IT. H. Busbee and Mr. R. H. Smith, Jr,, Coun selors at Law, have formed a limited partnership for the practice of law iu Halifax county. Mr. B isbee will attend the courts of Halifax, regularly, and will also visit the county whenever his services are required. oct!6 ly fp HOMA S N. HILL, Attorney at Law, HALIFAX, N. C. Practices in Halifax and adjoining counties and Federal and Supreme courts. aug. 28 tf. p W. MASON, Attorney at Law, GARYSBURG, N. C. Practices in the courts of Northampton and ad joining counties, also in the Federal and Supreme courts. juueStf. ^y W. HALL, Attorney at Law, WELDON, N. C. Special attention given to collections and remit tances promptly made. may 1 tf. pR. J. E. SHIELDS, Surgeon Dentist. Having permanently located iu Weldon, can be found at his office in Daniel’s Brick Building at all times except when absent ou professional business. Careful attention given to all branches of the pro- ession. Parties visited at their homes whcti de- ired. julyl21y. R. E. L. HUNTER, Surgeon Dentist. Can be found at his office in Enfield. Pure Nitrous Oxide Gas for the Painless Extrac ng of Teeth always on hand. W^ tf TWO TO A BARGAIN. BY T. MALCOLM WATSON. The miller stood at his open door, A pleasing sight to see; Of worldly things he owned good store, And acres broad had he. Yes, I will wed whome’er I please, And lead a merry life, For happy’s the man that lives at ease. With a pipe and loving wife. “Oh, miller, have you flour to sell, That you will sell to me; And here is gold to pay you well Whate’er the price may be." He laughed and answered in a trice, “Of flour I have no lack. And if you would know the market price, Two kisses for every sack.” “Two kisses—it is a deal to pay,” She merrily answered back, “Yet, as tomorrow’s baking day, We needs must have a sack. And mother,” (but here she laughed outright) “Has bidden me say to you That she herself will^ome to-night, And pay whatever is due.” TURNIP SEED Brown & Simmons’ MONUMENTS, TABLETS. C HAS. ^TILLER TTrALSH. OCKADE LYIaRBLE YY ORKS, South Sycamore Street, PETERSBURG, VA. HEADSTONES, TOMBS, &c. Persons desiring work in this line will please write for designs, giving age of deceased and some limit as to price. Designs and prices will be forwarded promptly free of postage. All work war ranted to be FIRST CLASS and satisfactory in every particular or No Sale, I paying all charges. CHAS. M. WALSH. oct 29 ly T more money than at anything else by taking an agency for the best selling book out. Beginners suecesa g andly. None fall. Terms free. HALLETT Boo? Co.. Portland Maine. “Harry is coming home,” aunt Ruth said, when she read the letter Miss Braithe had brought her. “You will like Harry, I’m sure; everybody does. I wish he’d settle down. I’ve often told him so, and he’d laugh and say he was going to when he found the woman he wanted. The wo man who shares Harry Leighton’s home will be fortunate, if she knows how to ap preciate a home and a true heart.” Miss Braithe looked away with a sigh and shadow deepening in her eyes. Harry Leighton came home a few days after his letter. Miss Braithe, coming home from her day’s drudgery in the little school-house, saw a young man sitting on the veranda at Ruth’s feet, and knew that the nephew of whom she had heard so much had come. “Harry, this is Miss Braithe,” Ruth said, as she came up the steps. He rose and gave her his hand with a pleasant ease of manner that put aside any constraint or formality. He was a hand- some, frank-faced man, and commanded her respect at once. It was a very pleas ant evening that they passed together. He had read much, and he was a man who could talk of what he had seen and read, in a pleasant, entertaining way. Miss Braithe felt that her new friend was rather superior to the average men she knew. That was the beginning of a pleasant friendship. I think neither of them dreamed, at first, of its ripening into anything more than friendship. But Ruth, with .keen eyes, saw that Harry was in love at last, with the quiet- faced little teacher, who never told any thing of her past life. Whatever it had been, Ruth was sure of one thing, it had held some very pain ful and bitter experiences, and their shad ow was over her yet, and their memory haunted her like a troubled dream. ^Don’t you know anything about her ?” asked Harry one day. “Only what I have told yon'” answer ed Ruth. “She came here. She said she wanfel to get away from the city. I’m sure she’s got a good face. It’s a pure face, and I have perfect faith in her, if she doesn’t choose to take me into her confi dence.” That night Harry told Miss Braithe that he loved her. She tried to stop him. Her face was very pale, and the shadow in her eyes was deeper than ever. “You ought not to have told me this,” she cried. “Or instead of that, I ought not to have listened.„ If I had been frank with your aunt, as I ought to have been when I came here, it would have saved us this. I have deceived you both. I am— a wife.” She laid her head down in her hands and wept like a child. Harry stood there in silent pain and sur prise. “I want to tell you my story briefly,” she said. “You have a right to know it. and when you have heard it, you may not think harshly of me. “I was a child—a mere child—when I was married to Richard Braithe. My father, whose will had always been my law forced me into the marriage. “I was always afraid of the man whose name I bore. There was something sinis ter and crafty in his face and ways, and he was cruel to me from the first. “I don’t think he ever cared for me ; but I had some money that came to me from my mother, and he wanted that, and through some influence over my father, he got him to-favor his suit, and my youth was made miserable by the marriage that was worse to me than death. “Richard Braithe was a gambler and a spendthrift, and my fortune was gone in a little while. “Then he began to go down in the world, deeper and deeper in disgrace every day. “I suspected after a little that he was en g a ged in some dishonest business, and as time went on, I found out what it was. He was a member ofa gang of counter feiters. “He cursed me when he found that I held his secret. He beat me till I thought he was going to kill me in his brutal fren zy. But I could not find death so easily, “One day he came home in a wild hur ry and excitement, livid with rage. He swore that I had betrayed him. The officers were oh his track. In vain I pro tested my innocence. He struck me, and I fell to the floor insensible. I knew noth ing for hours after that. When 1 came back to consciousness, they told me that he had been captured and taken to jail to await his trial. He was tried, convicted, and sentenced for fifteen years, and there he is to-day. I went to see him once. He swore he would kill me if he ever got out of his cell, and could find me. He thinks I gave him up to justice ; but I did not. This is my story. It is true, every word of it. They will tell you so, if you will take the trouble to ask. When I came here, your aunt thought I called myself Miss Braithe, and I thought it would be no use to correct the mistake she had fall en into. If I had it might have saved us this.” “My poor, poor darling,” Harry said tenderly, with his eyes full of tears ; “if you can bear what you have borne and have to bear, I ought to bear the burden that the loss of you will be to me, without any murmuring. I love you and I shall never love any other woman. But if! can not have you, I cannot keep the thought of you out of my heart; and some time, it may be, the shadow will lift, and then I can claim you, and help to make your life what it ought to be; for I know you love me. I have read it in your eyes.” And he bent down and kissed her. “Yes, I love you,” she sobbed; “that will make the burden heavier—or lighter —which ?” Her eyes looked far away through the tears that filled them. “It is not long till heaven, and these crooked paths will be straightened there.” * * * $ The train was waiting for the men and and women who had been somewhere and were going somewhere. Do you believe in fate? If you do perhaps you will say it was waiting for Richard Braithe. Harry Leighton leaned out of the car riage window, and wondered why they were not starting. The platform was empty. There were no passengers to get in. A liue and cry attracted his notice. He looked that way and saw a man coming toward the station at the top of his speed, pursued by two other men, a lit tle distance in the rear. At that moment the train began to move. On—on, came the man who was flying from his pursuers—on like the wind. The train was moving quite swiftly now. - The man gave a leap and grasped the door of a carriage. There was a sudden lurch of his body. And then he went down beneath the wheels of the serpent juggernaut, and a cry if borrow went up from his pursuers. The train was stopped as soon as possible. B it the man who had made one grand and mighty effort to escape from the danger of capture was a mangled mass of lifeless flesh. He had escaped by the way of death. “Who was he ?” Harry Leighton asked, turning away sick and faint. Richard Braithe, the counterfeiter,” one of the officers answered. “He was trans ported for fifteen years, and effected his escape.”. * * * * * * And so the shadow lifted. Death brought freedom and peace, after storm and sorrow. It is always thus. Out of death life is born. And Harry Leighton’s wife, contrasting the old life with the new, wonders if earth ever held a happier heart than hers. But her happiness is chastened by the shadow that ended in death, and it is purer and sweeter for the memory of what she suffer ed in the days gone by. A TALE OFA LOVER. “Do you see that row of poplars on the Canadian shore, standing apparently at equal distances apart?” asked a grave- faced man ofa group of passengers on the Fort Erie ferryboat yesterday. The group nodded assent. “Well, there’s quite a story connected with those trees,” he continued. “Some years ago there lived on the bluff, in Buff alo, overlooking the river, a wealthy banker, whose only daughter was beloved by a young surveyor. The old man was inclined to question the professional skill of young Rod and Level, and to put him to the test directed him to set out, on the Dominion shore, a row of trees, no two of which should be any further apait than any other two. The trial proved the lover’s inefficiency, and forthwith he was forbidden the house and in dispair he drowned him self in the river. Perhaps some of you gentlemen with keen eyes can tell which two trees are the furthest apart.” The group to a critical view of the situ ation and each member selected a different pair of trees. Finally; after much discus sion, an appeal was taken to the solemn- faced stranger to solve the prob.em. “The first and the last,” said he, calmy resuming his cigar and walking away with the air of a sage.—Buffalo Courier. Coffins.—E. A. Cuthrell still keeps on hand a large assortment of wooden and metallic coffins and eases of all sizes and qualities. Orders by mail promptly atten- I ded to. CHEERFUL DAKOTA LIAR. Dakota Letter to Modern Miller. In the East thousands of people plant and sow “in the moon” to insure rapid growth, but in Dakota it is dangerous to plant in the prolific phase of the moon, so they are careful to plant at such a time that the moon will exert its influence in holding the crop back. I have known several disasters to result from neglect of this precaution. One day last January I got lost out in the country, and while I was toiling through the long, new grass I saw a man, with nothing on but his sus penders, tearing along like mad. He stop ped me just long enough to tell me what was up, and off he went again for the Iowa side of the Sioux River, which he cleared at a bound, and fell on all fours into a snow-drift four feet deep. He said he and his wife had looked up the moon bus iness, and had planted their garden the evening before, but happened to get hold of last year’s almanac and missed it about four days. The result was that when he woke up that morning the beets that he had planted forty feet from the house had crushed in his cellar wall, and had also taken the door off its hinges, and were just mopping the floor with all that was left of his hired man, whom they had snatched out of bed in the attic. He didn’t know where his wife was, but saw some shreds of a night-gown and several agate buttons in the front yard as he fled. He said there were pea-vines after him with pods on ’em large enough for phantom boats; and one could see by the way he was dressed that if he was a liar at all he was not a regular Dakota thoroughbred sample. If I really thought 1 would ever become an average Dakota liar I would want to die. About two weeks ago I saw a farmer behind a straw-stack gathering in a heap a lot of old bones and pieces of hides and sprinkling salt on them. Yesterday I saw the same man selling a fine pair of steers to a butcher uptown. They were so fat and had filled out so fast that he had pie ced out their hides with an old buffalo robe. He swore that they were the same cattle I had seen him kicking together be hind the straw-stack. He said all they had eaten was some wild grass that had sprung in his door-yard, where the women folks had thrown out a few tubs of soap- suds washdays. He said he had learned that the best way to winter stock in Dako ta was to knock them ail to pieces iu the fall and set them up again as wanted; oth erwise, unless we get a blizzard every week, they were liable to get too fat and round on the native grass. Last fall I stopped at a house to borrow a match to light my pipe with. The man told me to go right out in the garden and pick all I wanted. I did not know what he meant at first, but he went out with me, and—I’m almost afraid you’ll think I am a liar for telling it—there was about half an acre growing of the finest parlor matches I ever saw. They were thick as hairs on a blind mole. He said he had a poor crop the year before because the seed was too good for such soil. This year he had mixed his seed matches with one- fourth tooth-picks and got a splendid yield. EARLY DEVELOPMENT. In a very curious article which James Sully has published in the Nineteenth Cen tury he adduces evidence which seems to establish not only that precocity is not necessarily a sign of disease, but that ex ceptional capacity, especially if it is of the original kind which comes within the scope of the word “genius,” is very apt to be precocious. He shows that out of 287 great musicians, artists, scholars, poets, novelists, men of science and philosophers, 231, or four fifths, were precocious chil dren, giving signs of their unusual capac ity in their special line of thought long be fore they were 20; indeed, in some cases before they had emerged from comparative infancy. Mozart was exhibited as a pian ist before he was 5, and Mendelssohn’s first cantata was written at 11; while Bee thoven at 9 had outgrown his father’s mu sical teaching; Raphael was a scholar in the studio at 12; Titian painted a Madon na at the same age ; Morland was an ac cepted portrait painter, highly paid by his customers at 10; Landseer exhibited his pictures at 13, and Flaxman carved busts at 15; Goldoni at at 8 sketched out a com edy; Calderon wrote a play at 14 ; Goethe was a poet at 15 ; Beaumont composed tragedies at 12, and Cowley’s epic, written at 10, is said to be “an astonishing feat of imaginative precocity.” Scott invented stories at 12; Dickens was a charming “ra conteur,” the delight of his companions at 9, and Charlotte Bronte wrote stories, as well as poems and plays, at 14. Grotius was a scholar at 12; Porson could repeat the whole of Horace and Virgil before he was 15, and Macauley at 8 put together a compendium of universal history. New ton was a mechanician at school; Laplace, while a mere lad, was a mathematical teacher; Pascal at 18 invented a calculat ing machine; and Leibnitz thought out difficult philosophic problems before he was 15. These are mere selections from much longer lists; and as in many cases the ca pacity must have .appeared and have ped cither notice or record, ^' it that with men of geniu° times ol the most v an almost mira xule. GATHERED TREA^T^ . The roses of pleasure seldom last long enough to adorn the brow of those who pluck them, and they are the only roses which do not retain their sweetness after they have lost their beauty. Our happiness and misery are trusted to our conduct, and made to depend upon it. A clear conscience can bear any trouble. A flow of words is no proof of wisdom. A fault once denied is thrice committed. A danger foreseen is half avoided. A young man idle, an old man needy. Think much, speak little, write less. Better it be done than wish it had been. Report is a quick traveler, but not a safe guide. A wise man changes his mind, but a fool never. A little of everything is nothing in the main. A civil denial is better than a rude grunt. The greatest wealth is contentment with a little. Time is the rider that breaks youth. Willows are weak, yet they bind other wood. There are some persons who ngver suc ceed from being too indolent to attempt anything; and others who regularly fail because the instant they find success in their power they grow indifferent and give over the attempt. The loving heart is the strong heart. The generous hand is the hand to cling to when the path is difficult. There is room for the exercise of charity everywhere—in business, in society and the church; but the first and chiefest need of it is at home, where it is the salt which keeps all things sweet, the aroma which makes every hour charming, and the divine light which shines starlike through all gloom and depression. WHAT HAPPENS TO A GIRL. Thirty-nine girls. In ten years fifteen will have married. In ten years seven out of the fifteen will be widows dependent upon their own exer tions for bread and meat. In ten years fifteen of the remaining twenty-four will be sleeping beneath the sod. And how far apart they will be sleep ing ! One in Georgia, one in California, one in Ohio, one in Virginia, another, per haps, in a missionary’s grave in China, an other amid the ashes of the ancient Aztecs of Mexico, another-—but only time will tell where they all will sleep. In ten years, the nine I have not yet mentioned will begin to lose their sweetness and develop something of the sourness supposed to be inseparable from women who are destined to be old maids. In ten years, not one of the thirty- nine but that will have tasted of the bitter ness that comes in time to all human be ings. Hope will be blighted, loved ones will be claimed by that same skeleton you beheld just now, sorrow in a hundred forms will be experienced—indeed, to every one a surfeit of dead sea fruit will be offered. MIDSUMMER MAD. [From the Philadelphia Times.] The silly young graduate who wites A. B. after his name on the hotel register. The silly old maid with a fuzzy lap-dog that she fondles and calls “her baby.” The silly fellow in a short, tight bathing- suit who lolls and dawdles in the sand to show his shape. The silly bore who thinks he knows everything and gets acquainted with peo ple to talk them to death. The silly nurse-maid who wears Rhine stone ear-rings and gets herself up in a cheap imitation of her mistress. The silly snob who tries to impress stran gers by talking familiarly of important people he doesn’t know. The silly widow who makes her even ing toilet at her window on the ocean front without pulling down the window. The silly father who makes a tremen dous fuss over his baby and asks every one he meets if they’ve “seen his boy.” The silly old married woman who wears short skirts and sashes and skips around the hotel porch like a girl of sixteen. The silly bather who goes out beyond the stake to show he’s not afraid and has to be lugged in likea soaked rat by the life-guard. The silly girl at the seaside who plasters her complexion an inch thick with cosmet ics and thinks nobody knows the differ ence. RULES OF CONDUCT. 1. Never lose any time. I do not think that lost which is spent in recreation evr day; but always be in the habit ' V employed. 2. Never err in the lea: 3. Never say an ill’ when thou canst 8” Not only speak 4. Never 1 body. 5 MRS. CLEVELAND’S ROOM. THE APARTMENTS AT THE WHITE HOUSE RESERVED FOR HER USE. If you should take the President’s house and run a line through it from north to south, at the end of the library, you would cut off Mrs. Cleveland’s part of the man sion from that of the President’s. She has five bed-rooms, and they are all large and airy. Just off’ from the library there is a cozy room which used to be known as the girl’s room, and it was in this that Nellie Grant lived and Nellie Arthur oc cupied it during the last Presidential term. The Presidential bridal chamber is the state bedroom, and it looks different now to what it did when Mrs. Cleveland first came into it. There are more home touch es. and the dressing table always has it flowers. When President Arthur was here be had his wife’s picture, which hung on one of these walls, wreath ed with roses every morning. Now the roses are every where about the room, and the gardener has done his best to make it look beauti ful. There is a wide lounge, or divan, at one side of the room, and the bed is of rosewood, with a great canopy of silk bro cade in gold and silver above it. A rich Turkish carpet covers the floor, and there are a number of easy chairs scattered about the room. Great chunks of wood lie upon the highly polished brass andirons, and the mantel is covered with a heavy velvet cloth of a soft, dark red. There is a tidy on one of the armchairs bearing the in scription in red, white and blue silk: “God bless our country and our President.” It was in this room that the Prince of Wales slept when he visited the country, and if Victoria dies soon enough the bridal cham ber of President Cleveland will have been the only guest chamber in the United States that has slept a king. SUPERSTITIONS. American Angler. My father, an officer in the British ser vice, was an enthusiastic amateur sea fish erman. He it was who taught me to catch mackerel, with a trout rod and fly, or rather with a white or grey feather tipped with scarlet and made in the form of a fish—not a fly. The good old gentleman was genial and garrulous, and nothing de lighted him more than to converse with the rough but honest fishermen of the const. On one Queasier. ™ jhf CoU J'™** of Fifeshire, Scotland-_ near Pitten . 1 think—a group o f fishermen were seated OB the beach lazily mending their nets, at a distance of fifty yards or so from a boat that had been drawn up above high water mark. Two or three pigs were rooting for mussels at some further distance off. Happening to point to the animals and make some remarks respe cting those swine my respected progenitor was astonished to see every man leap to his feet and with horror depicted on his face run at utmost speed and place his finger on a nail or ring, bolt or thole pin or other piece of iron of the boat, to break the evil spell. At the same time my amazed parent was warned never again to utter the word swine on the sea coast. If he should have occasion to mention the malign animals at all he w:g to call them beasties. Subsequent inquiry could only elicit a confused statement that the devil enters into swine (not beasties), caushing them to run down a steep place into the sea and spoil the fishing. A BOY CROWN UP. Young people rarely realize, when criti cising their elders, that the traits or habits that seem to them obnoxious were formed in early life. If their manners are rude, if they lack tact, if they are not well in formed, it is because they have not made use of their opportunities. Manners are the truest indications of character. A dis courteous person is both careless and sel fish, for the best manners are but the ex pressions of the Golden Rule; they are the card of introduction to strangers. A friend can introduce you in good society, but he cannot keep you there; that depends on yourself. A boy of kindly nature is rarely rude. A boy of selfish nature is polite only when his own desires are not interfered with. Every man is the result of his own boy hood and youth. If he has read good books, kept himself informed of passing events, he becomes what the world terms a well-informed, intelligent man has wasted bis tim“ ' read only ser neglected surely pc tires’" ADVERTISEMENTS. B LOOD A ND MONE VT The blood of man has much to do in shaping his actions during his pilgrimage through this trouble some world, regardless of the amount of present or expectant money in pocket or stored away ’n bank. It is a conceded fact that we appear as our blond makes ns, and the purer the blood, the happier, healthier, prettier and wiser we are; hen-e theoft repeated interrogatory, “how is your blo id?" 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