VOL. XXII.
WELDON, N. C, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1891.
NO 30.
"I'SE MOAS' COT DAR."
DEATH CAME LIKE A SOFT AND FLEECY
MANTLE, AND ITS TOUCH HAD BEEN
PAINLE88.
They said there was an old colored man
in the smoking-car who wan going back
to visit hid old plantation home io Ala
bama, and I went in to havo a talk with
him. I found him to be old and wrinkled
and white-headed, and when 1 expressed
wonder that hi friendtt in Kentucky
should let him set out on such a long
journey he replied :
"Dey jest couldn't help deirsclves, sah!
Itole de chil'en I was bound to cum, an'
dey jest had to let me."
"And how long since you left the old
plantation ?"
"Way back in wah time, sah, I dun
went right off wid some Yankee sogers,
an' dat's de last I eber did see of Mars
Thomas' folks Ize gwine down to sur
prise 'em."
"Where is it?"
"Jest a leetle ways out o' Selma. Dey
tell me dar' air great changes 'bout Selma,
but I reckon I kin walk right down de
road an' find de planta?hun in de night.
Bress de Lawd, sah, but I doao' reckon I
could hev closed my eyes in death if dey
hadn't let me cum. Dar's bin sich a
loogin' to see de ole place agin dat I
couldn't stand it."
Three or four of us chipped io to get
Lis meals and make him comfortable, but
we saw that thejourney was telling on
bis strength. On the morning of the
day we were to reach Selma I could see
tkat he was weak and nervous, and when
I sat down beside him he said :
"Izo feelin' sort o' skeart 'bout myself
dis uawuin.' I had a dream last night
dat I was walkiu' long de road au' met a
funeral, an' when I axed who was gwine
to be buried a white man spoke up an'
said :
" 'Pun my soul if dat hain't Mars
Thomas's ole nigger Job, who runned
doorin' da wah! Ileah, boy, let me tole
you Burnt bin.' Yo' has come too late to
see ye'r ole Mrs, dat's him in de coffin,
an' he was axin' 'bout yo' jest de day
afoh he died.' "
I told him that dreams didn't signify,
and after a bit had the old man quite
chirked up. I got him some tobacco for
his pipe, saw that he had breakfast, and
as I left him he smiled all over with
happiness as he said :
"Only two hours mo' to Selma. I'ie
moas got dere !"
Thirty minutes later the conductor
beckoned to three or four of us to come
into the smoker. The old man sat in his
teat, leaning against the side of the car,
and seemed to be sleeping.
"He's been dead tea minutes," quietly
observed the conductor, "and he died as
J peacefully as a child falling to sleep I"
I So he bad. There was a smile on his
f old black face a smile of anticipation,
aod the pipe bad not fallen from his
fingers. Death had come like a soft and
fleecy mantle, and its touch had been
painless.
Abridged Histort of a Court
ship Met him.
Met him again in love with him.
Met him again no longer in love wtih
him, but he is io love with me because
I am so beautiful, but because I am also
good. Sorry for him.
1 T .1 1 ti .
Again i met mm ne is colder luan
he was. Think he has forgotten my
beauty and my goodness. I, however,
am inclined to think that I am in love
with him after all. How lucky he
and how 'angry mamma will bet
Mamma proved to be strangely pleased.
Makes me angry, for I know she is not
a good judge of a young girl's heart.
Flirted with him outrageously to make
mamma mad didn't succeed.
Engaged to him glad.
Married to him sorry.
When all other remedies for scroful;
fail, Ayer's Sarsaparilla, if persistly usei,
effects a cure. Beins a Dowerful ltr.
, , O f
tive, it clean the blood of all impurities
aestroysthe germs ot scrolula, and
parts new life and vigor to every fibre
the body.
im
of
THE OLD HOME.
THE QUAINT OLD TOWN THE DEAR
OLD FOLKS II EMORIES OF CHILD
HOOD. Everything seemed so funny there in
that pretty little old town. I had lived
upiu the city ten years when I went
buck to the place of my birth, to go to
the fair and meet all of the friends who
had known me since I was such a wee
boy that I did not know them. When I
got off the train the depot seemed smaller
t me than it used to seem, when my hap
py feet of boyhood trod its platform's
boards, so full of knot-holes aod splits. I
got into one of the "busses" that stood
just a few feet away. Was this the same
vehicle to whose rear step I had hung
and dodged the driver's whip? How
little and cramped, and what a noise it
made ! I used to think this "bus" the
greatest thing I ever saw, and, as I come
to look back at it, I guess it was.
I went to the hotel and up one flight
of stairs into the office, and signed my
name, and then looked around at the
people sitting there to see if I knew any
of them. One of the men nodded, and
asked me when I got in . I could not
place him at first, but when he shook
hands with me I remembered the driver
of the "bus" the same old fellow who
used to whip at me fiom his high seat,
when I was such a little boy, in bare feet
and with cure free mind. But I was
dressed up this time, and s-jiucihiog of
that indefinable city air hung about me
I looked at the other faces, but they were
new to me eveu the hotel, which I
once thought incomparable in its grandeur
and elegance of appointments had
changed bauds. If ten years would do
all this, what changes might twenty
effect I
Then I went home to that dear place
with a big yard and great, friendly, shade
trees, so unlike anything I had seen in
these ten years of life in the city,
that there are no trees just as big
Not
and
lack
yards just as spacious, but they all
something. At home the maples
line the moss covered brick walk
that
that
lead up to the low and rambling house
look so friendly. I remember it was
ever to long ago when a man came to
our house, and told my mother that he
was from the nursery, and would lay off
the grounds. They were mere switches
to treedom they occupied the same re-
lation as I to manhood. Aod so we were
children together. I was glad to go up
the walk once more, under the sheltering
shade of those happy maples they looked
like brothers to rue, and I thought they
nodded their heads as I looked up at
them.
Years have passed since I paid that
chance visit home, but eves yet memo
ries crowd my brain, and a picture of
youth spreads itself bef ire my mind's eye.
It is the same to us all. The old home
it a vision to every man. It may have
been a wee place high up in the rugged
Alps, or an humble peasant cot in the
valley of the Rhine; it may have a sweet
little vine clad place io England, or
a lowly home in sunny France; it may
have been in the Southland, with cute
little negro boys playing about the broad
grounds with their infant masters; it may
have been a rough eabio somewhere in
the West: but wherever it was, there
the mind lingers. There go the thoughts
ia the quiet hours of the eight, when
the cares of a busy world have flown
till another sunrise. Beside the old home
there may be a little fenced plot on the
hillside, green in summer, brown in au
tumn, and oh 1 so drear in winter! Lit
tie white headstones may be there, and
around them many memories cling
I here was no sweeter moment in my
life than when I walked over the
covered brick under those maples that I
had grown up with Homer Bassford
in Detroit Free Press.
Beauty is said to be only skin deep;
but to possess and preserve a beautiful
skin, pure vigorous blood is essential
This is henf secured by taking Ayer's
Sarsaparilla ia small but freqii'-ut doses.
It is tbe most reliable of blood-purifiers
HENRY W. CRADY.
CEREMONIES AT THE UNVEILING OF
HIS MONUMENT.
The monument to tho late Henry W.
Grady was unveiled in Atlanta on Wed
nesday of last week. At 1:30 o'clock the
streets of Atlanta were thronged with
visitors from every State in the South,
and when the veil fell from the bronze
statue which stands on Marietta street,
between the government building aod
the old capitol, 30,000 people joined in
cheers as the familiar features of the
oved Georgian stood in bold relief
above the great sea of human faces. The
monument was unveiled by Miss Oussie
Grady. Never in the history of Atlanta
has a "more imposing procession passed
through its streets than the parade which
passed from the capitol to the monument.
Every civic and military organization io
the city, and many organizations from
surrounding cities participated in the
processioo, which was not less than a
mile and a half long. Confederate Vete
rans and members of the Grand Army of
the Republic marched together and were
greeted with applause all along the line.
Governor David B. Hill, of New York,
the orator of the day rode in the first
carriage, drawn by four white horses. By
his side was Governor Northern, of Geor
gia.
When everything was in readiness at
the monument the band struck up Dixie
and the great throng went wild with en
thusiasm. Col. Chas. S. Northern. pres
ident of the Grady monument association,
presided. Prayer was offered by Rev. J
W. Lee, of this city, after which Fulton
Colville iu behalf of the monument asso
ciation told the story of its construction
The mooumeut originated in a call by
the young men of Atlanta the day after
Grady died. The association was organ
ized in Grady's old room in the Consti
tution office, and it at once resolved to
make an appeal for funds with which to
build the monument, stating that
would ask for contributions to this fund
for only one month, after which time it
would build the mouumont with whatev
er amount it had succeeded in collecting
in that time, whether large or small.
Contributions came from every hamlet in
Georgia and from every State in tho
Union. Subscriptions were received
varying from 5 cents to $1,000. Io
thirty days $20,000 had been raised and
designs for the monument asked for,
Alex Doyle, of New York, was selected
as the sculptor and shortly afterward
contraot was signed for the monument to
be completed io the tail of 1892. This,
io brief, was the work of the association
and history of the monument.
Hon. Clark Howell, Grady's successor
as managing editor of the Constitution
and speaker of the Georgia House of
Representatives, then introduced Gover
nor Hill, in an appropriate address, giv
ing the reasons for the selection of i
Northern orator on the occassion.
Governor Hill was greeted witb great
enthusiasm, and spoke for about fifty
minutes, being frequently and enthusias
tically applauded. 11 u address is too
long, but the opening and some of the
closing paragraphs are given:
"This is an unaccustomed speotaele,
The scene which we are now witnessing
scarcely finds a parallel in all the
history of the world. It is an oc
eurrenee upon wbiuh the earnest attention
of the whole American people is riveted
at this hour, because of its peculiar sig
nificaoce. Not to the memory of a great
soldier or a famous statesman is this
statue unveiled to-day, but a plain oitizeo
of the Republic a "journalist, orator
patriot." Did ever sculptor's chisel cut
a truer or worthier epitaph? "Journalist,
orator, patriot" what threo words por
tray more truly Grady's life-work? What
are fully io suggestion and significance?
"Henry W. Grady was not only
great orator and a public benefactor-
be was a typical citizoo. Ibe solid vir
tues of his private life fitly supplemented
the brilliant qualties of his eenius and the
great accompli -hnieuts of Id public ef
forts. He was a domeitio man. He
loved his home and his family; he was
always delighted to entertain his friends
around his own hospital fireside. He
oved the country and its quiet pursuits.
lie loved this city of his adoption and
fondly watched its proud progress. He
oved its people aod was by them in turn
beloved. He was a rare conversationist
and a genial companion. He was a true
friend and an honest man. Absorbed in
his profession, he never held or sought
office.
"He died at the early age of 39. His
wonderful career resembled a meteor
flashing through the Heavens, dazzling
us with its brilliancy and startling us
with iu sudden departure.
"Proud ought Georgia to bo of her
noil? son! Proud ought the South to be
of her great benefactor! Proud ought
the nation to be of her eloquent pacifica
tor! Beneath this bronze memorial and
throughout this broad land let Henry
Grady's memory be cherished by every
patriot. Let the story of bis great work
inspire every true American. Let the
example of his exalted purpose and gener
ous effort nuke fairer partisans and better
partisans.
"The sacred task which he accom-
plished let no man try to undo. The
reconciliation which his oloquence brought
about do man dare to disturb. Let that
hand wither which seeks again to kindle
the fires of sectional strife that Grady
quenched. A reunited people shall
quickly avenge that insult to his memory
and smother with reproach that incendi
ary effort."
DESCRIPTION OF THE MONUMENT.
The monument was designed by Alex
ander Doyle. The statue is of heroic
size. It represents Mr. Grady with un
covered head, standing in an easy attitude
with the left foot somewhat advanced
On the right and left of the statue are
allegorical figure of Memory and History,
and the figures surmount a great stone
pedestal, the sides of which bear the fol
lowing inscriptions :
Henry W. Grady, journalist, orator,
patriot,
Editor of the Atlanta Constitution,
Born in Athens, Ga., May 24, 1850.
Died iu Atlaata, December 23, 1889.
Graduated io the State University in the
year, 1868.
He never held nor sought public office,
When he died he was literally loving
nation into peace.
Uelow this in large letters, tbe name
Henry W. Grady.
Among the decorations on the stand
about tbe monument tbis morning were
pictures of Jefferson Davis, General Lee
and Stonewall Jackson. They were or
dered by the committee to be taken down
before the exercises took place. The
only decorations on the stand were the
national colors.
ALADDIN'S LAMP
A PENNY A8 COMPARED WITH THE
MODERN STANDARD OIL OCTOPL's's
FABULOUS WEALTH PRODUCING CA
PACITV.
It is remarkable that the greatest of
fable fortunes, as well as the most gigan
tto of actual accumulations of wealth
were created by a lamp
Aladdin and Rockufellei the fabulous
and the real !
The story of Aladdin and His Won
derful Lamp" may have appeared sum
ciently marvellous in the long to serve as
a fir.it clans nursery surprise story.
doubtloss served its purpose of making
lispiug iufants open their big, innocent
eyes in wonder.
Perhaps it was all-sufficient to illus
trate the limit of inveutive imagination
in the primitive period which produced
it.
Even very small children knew tbe
stories were "fairy tales." Grown up
children have admired with equal earnest
ness the inventive brain that produce
"Monte Cristo."
Had the authors of these romances
waited until the S'undard Oil Company
had reached its present stage they would
ave remained silent. Beside this woo
er of the twentieth century, the stories
of Aladdin's lamp, Jack's bean stalk and
Monte Cristo's would have fallen so flat
that no publisher would have ' accepted
them as a gift. But their authors had
not beard of the Standard Oil Company.
There is nothing in the history of
ction of wealth that will not suffer by
comparison with the Standard's contribu
tions to the coffers of its presteges. Jay
Gould, as a marvel of the possibilities of
fioaucial enterprise, is a penny whistle
beside John D. Rockefeller. And yet
Jay Gould docs know something about
speculative financiering.
Twenty years ago the Standard Oil
Company had not been brought to life.
Twenty years ago John D. Rockefeller
was a poor man, and the score or more
of millionaires associated with him were.
as a rnlc, filling humble positions with
establishments that were competing with
Mr. Rockefeller in the oil bustness.
Those men owe their prosperity to
the'shrewd judgment, which prompted
them to desert their early patrons before
they were mowed down by the tornado
of opposition with which the Standard
wrecked all would be riva's. They got
out of the doomed establishments in such
shape as to make them valuable to tht
Standard.
They were properly and liberally re
warded for this exercise of business sagac
ity. Somo of them have thus been ena
bled to extend small favors to their pat
rons now financially wrecked on the
Standard reef.
John V. liockcteller began a rctming
crude oil in Cleveland, O., a little more
than thirty years ago. He began in
modest, unassuming way, and for many
years was content to plod along without
ostentation and gather in an honest dol
lar when the occasion offered.
lie wished a renoery so he could in
crease his business somewhat and prepare
to retire before he was too old to enjoy
his competency. He didn't begin to
attract attention as a financier until about
eighteen years ago. Then some people al
luded to him as a millionaire, tie per
haps was worth in the neighborhood of
a million.
That was more than in his early days
he had pictured in his mind's eye as
competency. He was probably too busy
then to bother about early dreams, how
ever. At all events he did not retire,
Money began to roll in on him so fast that
all his time was occupied in placing it in
safe and promising investments.
John D. struggled along under th
burden of increasing wealth aod growing
business cares until about 1875. Then
he called to his assistance his brother
William. Wm. Rockefeller is not much
given to the dull routine of ordinary bus!
ness anairs. tie is a born financier,
Some people speak of him as a "natura!
born schemer."
Nearly all the gigantic products with
which the Standard Oil Company
startled the public were the product of
William Rockefeller's prolific brain
A ad yet he is u comparatively poor man
only worth a paltry fifty million dollars.
The Oil City, Pennsylvania section
was then the only place where petroleum
bad been found in this country. One by
one rivals found that they could not
compete with the Standard and fell by
the wayside.
for a time the standards sway was
undisputed. Then the Ohio oil fields
were discovered and efforts at opposition
to the giant monopoly were mad
V ben the uoeketellers bad recovers
from the abtouishmeut such audacity
caused, war was again declared. Some
of tho producers attempted to fiuht the
giant. Then a systematic attack was
made through the local dealers, grocery
men, crockery ware stores, etc.
Agents of tbe octopus were actually
sent to watch the local dealers when de
livering oil, that their customers might
be enticed away wiih oil nt tht ir own
price or, if necessary at no price at ail.
Thus, in time, another monopoly was
obtained The Standard iuvesteda lurue
amount of ujouey in Mispressing this at
tempt to revive opposition.
The Standard managers are shrewd
business men, however. They soon re
cruited their losses. They argued that
le benighted people who had so far
forgotten their patriotic duty as to en
courage opposition to the Standard were
to blame for all the trouble. Therefore,
fast as the company re-established its
monopoly in any section it promptly ad
vanced the price of oil for that section.
Tho advanced was maintained until
tho company had recovered all losses
sustained in eradicating opposition. As
rule tho advance was found to be se
itisfuctory to tho company by tbis time
that it was adopted as a permanency.
While prices are kept up to the consum
er tho poor producer is crowded to the
wall.
It is alleged that the refined oil sold by
the company does not cost it a penny;
that residuti, which is known as parafine
and of which vaseline, cosmoline, chew
ing gum and many other articles of com
merce arc made, reimburses the company
and leaves the oil proper as clear profit.
For this oil the company gets 85 or 86
a barrel. When the company obtains
full control of the oil producing regions
its profits will be larger.
If its plans do not miscarry, and there
is no reason to suppose they will, it will
in a short time own real estate of fabu
lous extent and value. Its revenues are
counted by the scores of million dollars
annually, and it is engaged in a never
ceasing effort to extend them.
There is a constant outlook for invest
;nts on a larger scale. The finances of
the company and its promoters have long
since exceeded the demands of the busi
ness proper. The managers are toe
shrewd and thrifty to allow themselves
to lie idle. They are always on the alert
to turn an honest million or two.
Aod what a sleek, well-fed, pleasant
collection of managers the building 26
Broadway shelters! First there is John
D. Rockefeller. He is hut little past fifty
years of age, and appears to be good for
many years more of active pursuit of a
competency on which to retire. He is
worth so much over 8100,000,000 that
he himself cannot make an estimate of
the amount.
He is easily the wealthiest man in this
country. If he lives live years he will
unquestionably be the richest individual
in the world. His income is the largest
of any man living. It is estimated at
820,000,000 to 825,000,000 a year.
When his daughter was married recently
he gave her a check for 81,000,000 to
begin housekeeping on.
William Rockefeller is said to be worth
850,000,000. His income is probably
now over 85,000,000 and possibly as
much as 810,000,000 a year.
John D. Archbold, vice-president of
the company, started io as an office boy
for F. W. Abbott, an oil dealer at Titus
ville, Pa. He was promoted and became
valuable to his employer. He was secur
ed by the Ssandard company, and being
brilliant was rapidly advanced. He is
worth 812,000,000 or 815,000,000.
Henry M. Flagler, seeetaiy of the com
pany, started in wi tb some money. By
industry and economy he has accumulat
ed about 820,000,000. He daily glides
up and down the Hudson River in a 8500,
000 yaoht. He runs the Ponce de Leon
io Florida, as a plaything to amuo his
leisure moments.
Henry B. Payne, ex-Senator from
Ohio, is worth 88,000,000 or 810,000,
OUO, the bulk of which was made in
Standard Oil speculations.
Ex-Senator Payne's son is credited
with S.,000,000 made out of Standard
Oil, and his son in law, William C. Whit
ney, of this city, is supposed to be worth
84,000,000 or 5,000,000, mainly deriv
ed I rum the same source.
Io their train is a 'job lot" of one and
two millionaires, probably Gfieen ortwmty
of i lie m in all, who owe their modest for
tunes to Standard.
Is the unit of this incredible aggrega
tion nf wealth the rich man's dollar?
Not The pennies of the poor compose
the tribute. New Yoak Recorder.
Popularly tailed the king of medicines
Hood's Sar-H unlla. It conquers
iter f'uui, salt lLeuui and all other blood
diseases.