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A FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 0 1 f - ' ..Tr. .... " .,' - -. ..'!.' " ' ,rr 0ffirifll.Drgna of tip (Drirr nf i szh nf Crmprrnntf. TWO DOLLARS A YEAH. VOL. III. RALEIGH, 1ST., O , WED1STES3 JAY; OCT. 27, 1869. f ' ' NO. 27 . i?hcf iirr( Published by special permission of the Nation al Temperance Publication Society, N. Y. ; AND" HIS TV 1 1ST E. - . , ;o: V HT jrAnYEiNG 'walker,' ' CII AFTER VI. ' . ' - - ' Cr.A'AY J Oil. . Some ttrurij;e ccmniotiou Ts iu bis. brain : be bites bis lip? ndftfirj$i ; Stops on a fmdden, looks upon the?erormd,J ' Then lays his finger oa h& temple; straight t Springs ontr into fast gait .then. 8Ls again, Strikes his breast hard: and anmi he easts :'' His ye against tie moonjUn most .strange Wures . ''" We hare seen him set himself. v-t ; i t? Grace Willoughby's sewing ' machine was out of order one tiny, and, throw ing a shawl over her head,' she? ran out to tho back yard where Joe Martm, or 'Crazy Joe as he was universally called in the village, was helping Dan split tip the great hickory log he had drawn (from the woqds a fev days previous. t Dr. Willoujghby. frequently employed this man when there was a press of work, and as he was skilful with tools Grace hoped be might be able to assist Jier. . - ' . It was a bright day in early winter. The first snow of the season had falle n the night before, and lay upon the ground white and unsullied. The air below, was quite. still, but the upper branches of the trees that surrounded her father's house swayed to and fro, and from the tops of .the pines .came the pensive music of fthe' winter, wind. Joe stoed, axe in hand, a rapt expres sion On his upturned ftee, talking softly to himself; and Dan' who had also sns ptnded work, was watching him 1 with a half-contemptuous expression on his hard, Yankee visage. Nether of the men noticed the young girl's approach, and she stood quietly observing them, before discovering herself. "There's a sound f going in the tops of the mulberry-tiees," said Crazy Joe, and it's like an army ibr battle." preparing " IVtem aint mulberry-trees," said I)an Taylor, following the direction ot Joe's eyes ; " them's young mr.ples. What are yer talkiu' 'bout, Martin ?- "There aint a mulberry-tree round here ns I know on, nor haint been since the morits-multlcaulus specelation. Nuff on 'em, then, more's the pity, an' ' some that owned 'em left with heads as crack, ed as yourn." (This last in a low voice.) " Don't yeknow the difference between a soft maple and a mulberry, Joe?" Joe dd not ansv.rer him, . or appear to notice the interruption, but went on talking; "and his voice, always musical, though unpleasantly loud in his excited moods, was now vcrv tender and soft in tone. , "The four angels stand in the four corners, holding the four winds of heaven," said he ; "for my Lord com manded that they should not hurt any green thing, neither any tree, but only those Anen,wlio have net the seal of God in their foreheads.'. He put his hand to his head with a troubled look. VThe gaiden of the Lord is full of goodly trees, the palm and the clive tre'e, tho piuc-tree and the box togeth er, but in the midst of it, and on the bank of the river, is the tree of IHV.V -He becrau to sing: - O mv brother, are you sitMnjron tlie trfe f - i ' life, ' . Xo hear -whf n Jordan rolls ' I can't say as I be, brother,' bald Dan.,,!" 1 aint dim' a tree these V-n years.', 'p&'i to go up wa'nut-trees like a chipmonkf and as forhtarin' Jordan roi XJXPnx Know as l ker about ,.T -- kind o music yet awhile. Ii's a -hard road to travel, -hey, Joe ?" Joe answered him with great solem nity : " 4 If thou hast run with the footmen, and tney have wearied thee, how canst thou contend with horses? And if in the landiof peace they wearied .thee, then how wilt thou do in the swelling of Jordan?'.:' ; Then he continued his song: 11 0 my sister, are you sitting on the tree of -. . , : life, . . To bear when Jordan rolls? Roll, Jordan, renr" . "Yonder she stands," said Dan poinliug.to Grace, whooxlie, had just discovered.? Joe turned j" jVh yes. Miss Grace," said lie,4 with teniile, "rbu are1 on the tree 4 of life. Jdrdatf will" roll Tor' you. There's" no flaming plain enough. in youri white forehead' Again 'be pni lii haiid tit hi bmxrM- "1$ J pur head V-f ry badid-da'vt" slfe saul Imdlv w' fWM ' You know Uiere wa power gTcqtf6 torment night and day for n?ason ; but could bear it better if I could reckon the time. iYoii knoWijt says,; , it was permitted hirn'tt continue forty, and two montlrs anoja timeandHirnes, and J - Ithe dmd of a , time. ,Xw iMiss Grace, shall we count from when V the angel with the key of the bottomless pit a nd t he great chain 'loosed th old dragon that was bound for a thousand year's, 'or fro hi when the bt-ast whpse deadly wound w;i iealed. rose .out of, the sea and put his .mark, or the i num ber oChis'Uame, in nien's foreheads ? Miss Grace, do you think it was then, and Why-did he put my mark in a dif ferent place ?" -i . (i ; He pointed to the scar upon his cheek as lie spoke, doubt, anxit ty, and ' pa tient suffering mirrored in his face.' ' " What's the good f botherm' yer hrad 'bout it?" said Dan. lagne take the time, and; times, and divdin' of times. An' I'll tell you wh it 'tis," Joe Martin, if yer don't , talk less an' work more, this ere hickory ; hg won't git chopped up 'fore r.ext April. Then there'll be a time.' ;' "'Let him that hath understanding,' " said Joe, with grer.t solemnity, u 'count the number xi the beast ; for it is the number of a man, and his number is six hundred threescore and isix.' Miss Grace, When you sny your prayers to night, would you mind asking that question about the time?" "I will ask it," she said, " and! will ask the dear Savior to taks awny all this trouble and contusion from your mind, and do for you, in his own good time, what he did when he was hereon earth for a poor man as much worse Mian yo are as you can think." " With the mark on him. Miss M Grace?" "With the maik on him, Joe, to plain and so 'dreadful that every one was afraid of him ; . and he never could live with his fellow-men, but went wan dering night and day in the mountains, and among the tombs, crving, and cut ting himself with stones, and when Je sus met .him, all wounded and bleeding, he .made him well." " Made him well," repeated Crazy Joe, his hand seeking his forehead agai'. " It niust have been down in the ' lonesome valley' that he met him, for yon know, tiie hymn says : : Down in the lonesome valley, My Jesus met me Uiefe.5' Oh, rvebeen. there, Miss Grace," many and many a time ; but" I never met any Jesus. Yes, yon may ask him to do that for me, w hen the time, and times, ami dividing of times is aceompished. Oh, if I could only count up that time!" She hastened to divert his mind from this perplexing question by preferring her rt quest, and was gratified5 to see how instantly the wand ring look left his lace, and was succeed ?d by, one of grave. attention, as she explained what ln'.rnH dt d. He Miiiled when she had linilicd, made her two or three of the little fantastic bows peculiar to tiim, then drawing from a receis in the wood pile a bundle tied in a silkbandkerehief, he produced the tools he needed, and set himselt busily to work. Lraee no- - t ticed,- as , he untied this bundle, the neatness and order , that characterized the man's personal habits. His knife, chisel, screw-driver, and other simple to 'Is were in a box by themsel ves his articles for. the toilet in another, j while a clean white handkerchief, a gay neck tie, a bosom-pin, and a bottle of per fumery, explained how he had gninec among the boys of the village the name of 4 : Dandy Joe." While she stood watching his niin ble fingers as he shaped the little wedge she needed, Katie called from the kitch en door, " Miss Grace, your gintleman has come," and her mother met her in the hall. " It's Mr. Landon, dear," she said ; .- -i" i will entertain him till you1 are ready," uOhn( motheif;my!dfes86is ' good enongli," sne 'said : and with a. quick, lighstep entered the room where her lover ?aai te . heiv , r r Uiu f ; rMr. IIoraboLandon Toseileliberafely frtirr the armJiair in which he was. sea ted, wherf tnelyonng gi:T, her.hand ex- : - r .ntM-.i ip f --i" ' 1 v tended, d aiatle pt weioqme on her face4hat lJrQUght every rdiraplt Iu. play, came forward to1 meet him. He was c tall manAvith 'glossy black . hair and J M V A Ll , lUl C'U 414 ) . T iM , ,. .... j r ! , (, r i, i. . as black as a coal, set deep in Jiis head, and the, other features of his face clear cut, and in good proportion. But hje was not handsome, nd Frances Thayer flattered him when.she call, d him young looking. Thre were lines ou his fore headland about liis eyes, that only time can make; the top of his head waj quite bare, an the jo wer , part of his face, : when jn repose, dropped like that of. an old man. Standing side by side with Grace Willonghbyyin her slender, girlish beanty, her fair skin; light hair, and dimples ; making, h'er look younger thanjshe really was, with his - wrinkles, his baldness, and a certain weary, care worn expression that pervaded his whole fae, he seemed old indeed. ;" I called to give you the first sleigh ride of the season," he said, when their greetings were over. "I. am going to Barton to summon a witness. Will you ride with me?" She joyfully assented, and a few inb meuts later lie handed her. to her seat in the cutter, and with abundant care! adjusted the' robes to protect her from! the cold. Mrs. Willotighby w atched them from the parlor window. I "Grace has decided like a sensible girl," she said to her husband. "It is. a comfort to think that matter is settled What a position she will odenpy ! I declare I believe I smell burnt bread.- If that Katie has spoiled another batch Mr. Landon had taken his seat in the si igh, and was gathering up the lines preparatory to starting, when his com pauion spok?. "Wait a moment, please," she sad. "Joe wishes to speak with me." Mr. Landon turned, and saw coming toward them, through the yard, a man with curly gray hair, and an ugly scar on one-side of his fice. " It is Joe Martin," she explained, "a poor, half-crazy fellow father em ploys sometimes for tho sake of helping um. He has been doinsr some wTork or me this afternoon, and I suppose wants to show it to me. Well, Joe. Why, what is the matter with him?" The man who was by this time very! near them, and with his axe upon his; houlder, and with one hand extended,1 lad bet n making his curious little bows is lie approached, stopped ; suddenly j the childish expression of pleasure onj his face changing instantly "td one of ex- treme terror and distress 3 then, dropr ping his axe, he rushed through the open gate, and extending hotharmsapj peared about to snatch the t;irl from her seat in the sleigh. . i " Come away !" he sereamed. " O Miss Grace, come away !' " Stand back, sir," said Landon, sternly ; 44 you alarm the lady. Graces what does this mean ?" The sound of his' voice seemed to In crease Martin's agitation ttmgoverna- hle fury; He trembled all over. He clenched his fists, and stamped - on the srroun. Tlie veins in his forehead ... - 4 swelled almost to, bursting, and the sear on his cheek turning a livid purple added greatly to the friiditfulness ol his appearance. iLet her go," he screamed. " You villain! yon murderer! Let her go!" Then, as Landon started the horse, he sprang for wprd, and w ith almost in credible quickness seized the animal by the head, holding him v ith an iron grasp. " Come," said Hoi-ace Landon, angri. ly, " we have had enough of this. Let go my horse's head, you vagabond, or you and my whip will become" better acquainted" i He raised the whip, bnt Grace caught his arm. - " " 1 1 " Stop, Mr. Landon," she said. t Don't strike hi m ! Joe, for sharae ! What do you mean? This gentleman, is myineuu. ' if yon want to change your, dress 1 1 ne tnrr 1 his face folbof fnxioas an ger at the :ound of her ro!ce. ; ;; Friei.. said he 5is the wolf a friend wh n he crushes the Iamb in jiis hungry j iws? I the vullurejjv friend! when he t nrs the - little '.tender dbrt with his t -.Ions ? Miss Grace rv Miss Grace! 1 's got the mark-of tbe beas on.hislo nead,niiutho palms of his r .newayl" . 2 ; . his hold ori 4.heifein?td' i mploringl toward lief, , seizing , the oppoftii- I hands. He 'lo strctcli and M i.:f t ill, J 10 The frightened creature snransr forward, throSving Mai tin vnth some violence oackrnpon the snow. . , - What are the authorities ' of ,yqur, town abput ?" aid Mr. Landojn, "that they suffer such a madman 'to run 'loose in the streets ? ' v Grace was looking back, and did not , heed the question. . 1 .. " Pleas driyolo wer," she said ; ilI am afraid he is injured." He checked the speed of his horse, and turned t) look. ,,tv,,. " Xo, he is not hurt," he said "See, he is getting up. It would haVe serv ed him tights ifiny horse's Keels had knocked thejerazy brains out , jpf his head. An ugly fellow, who ought to be put behind bolts and bars before he is an hour older." " O Mr. ,j Laud on," she answered, " you would not say so, if you knew poor Joe. He is ;-.s simple-hearted and innocent a 'creature as ever lived. West Union people would laugh at you if y u should tell them he is a danger ous citizen. lie was never known lo hurt a dumb animal, much less a hu nnn being. Why, the little, children of the village all love him, and it is no un common sight to -see a group rf them about him, climbing his shoulders and searching his pockets for candy. lie i . singularly mild and patient, hopelessly derarfirpooc. .fellow, on nligious sub-!, jects, but as harmless as possible. I cannot imagine what has occasioned this outbreak. I have never seen any thing like it before." - She turned' her head aain. Crazv Joe had risen "and was stai ding motion less in the middle of the road. His gray head was bare, and bo:h arms were extended toward the rapidly re treating sleigh. " Who is he, and where did he come from ?" inquired Mr. Landon. " lie was born and brought up ; h West Union," the 'replied. "His mother was, an excellent Christian wo man, a member of father's church. His father died when he Avas very young. Joe was her " only child, a bright, handsome boy, and fond of his book's and she was vefy anxious to give him 'a liberal education. She interested fath er about it, and he helped prepare Joe for college. I was very young, but I can remember a rosy-cheeked, hand some boy, who came to recite Latin two or three times a w eek. Well, she found a place in a 'store in tiie city for him, till she could earn money to send him t Xew -Haven. She was a very industrious, smart 'woman,'., a tailoress by trade, and lather says he worked night and day, in fact, killed herself for her boy. -On her death-bed si: e begged father to look after him, and he J'aith fuliy pfonised . that he would. . A nd now comes the strange part of my sto ry. , A f.w months tifer his mother's de-th, the lwiy di. appeared, strangely, unaccountablj', 1. uving no clue to his whereabouts. Father was greatly dis turbed about it, because o his promise to the poor mother. He sot the police to ivork, and he advertised, bnt with no success. And, Mr. Landon, 7we heard nothing of hin from that day, un til three or fmr vta'rs ao, when the poor, -gray-headed crnture, who has just acted sn strangely, came to our door one winter's nijiht. Father did not recognize him at first, he was so dread fully changed, but soon ascertain ed that it was poor Joe Martin. He could give no account of himself, where he had been or what he had suffered, and we soon ceased to trouble hira with questions Father got hira into the asylum for the insane as a State pa tient, thinking he might be cured; l)ut the physician soon pronounced it a hopeless case, and poor Joe, who had probably led a wandering life, was so ery unhappy in -his confinement that i' it was thought best 'to release him. He lives in a little house by himself oh the edge of the village, and earns a liing by sawing wood, and clearing paths in winter, arid by. gardening in the"? sum-, nier. u Every vne pities him and treats himkiad!x..Even:the boys of ; the rib JaSi though they, have theic jtosk with him,' are seldom rude.; I believe . he is truly arCliriTan." He-knows his Bible almost by heart. ? Heis, never absent from church W-the SaWnitlijnd waks i - - t 1 - !f t'l- Voidest 'winter nightsto attenu tiic; , .y meeting. ire'sincrs stran'gp hymns and songs that no or.e.abouthere ever heard before., He attends all the ; funerals, and there can hardly, be a towrmeeti ing without him; He can preach and pray to the ,great "edification of the boy.-, but his forte is temperance, You should hear him tnlk temperance. lie is a stanch teetotaler, and -gives iune talent, ami everyfeent of moneyhe can spare, poor fellow, to help the cause." " What did'you call.him, Grace ?". " Joe Martin, Have you heard the name before; Mr. Landon ?"r- ' "That, or one similar. A mere co- ii cielene, nothing more." Then he. turned, to her, smiling. " Grace, when do you mean to drop the Mr.,' from my name?' Can I not teacli vou to call me Horace?" Mr. Landon was a good talker. His mind was stored with knowledge, which his fluent tongue was capable of uttering with flowing grace and elo quence He had the'' f.culty of introdu cing old ideas in new shapes, clothing tK-m in choice diction, ar.d serving them up in brilliant style, and for' the next two-hours he exerted his corsvef- sational talents to the utmost to enter tain the young girl .at his sider Per haps he wished to drive from her mind all recollection of the unpleasant inci dent at ' the'" commencement, of their ride. If s he was very 'successful. -j She. laughed at his sallies of wit, till tho dimples flashed in and out of her cheeks; blushed with innocent pleasure at his delicate. flattery ; or listened in rapt at tention, her blue eyes moist with feel ing, to his well timed - quotations from her favorite poet. Smiles and tears came to her at his bidding, smiles that lit up her tace with an ever-changing beauty, and tars that softejied her eyes, and added tenderness to her flexible mouth. ' "Mother," she said, standing by Mrs. Willoughby's chairTthat night,; " mother, I amryery happy." - Yes, dear, and well you may be. r Mr. Landon is one of a tbousard, - so brilliant, so accomplished, and able to give yoii every luxury that money can purchase. Yon will have a good has Imnd, "Grace," and hho added as- her datmhler left the room, "and sngh a pOSit 1071 Tho Poplar Trough. About sixtv vears ajzo, a man lived on the edge of a forest, w hose father ad raised him very tenderly, and loved nm very trnhfully ; and finally given dl his property to his son, as his .wife ind other children were all dead ; and le intended to stay with hw beloved son - is lon'ir'-ss helid.' " ' 1 ,n' But the old man lived too long. He became blind, Iara : and . foolish. He lost the sight of his eyes, and alas! he lost the leve of his son. HU hands be came so weak and trembly that he would drop the spoon or cup while he was try- ihsr to drink. He broke so many cups and plates, and made so much grease oo the carpet, that bis son's wife used to scold, and said : He's good for noth ing, and in the way; he does nothing but break crockery, and make grease, And so the old man's tiie was a very unhappy one. One day the man saw; his old father drou a nlate and break it. ! He burst out into agony scolding, and said r I will make you a trough. You are dirty as a pig,1 and you shall eat like pigs.' Poor old father. So he started out into the woods with his axe on his shoulder. His lit tle son, about six year? old, folio wed v (To be Continued.) i t -. i t - hira. He soon found a poplar treey Ctlt it doVn, and began to hew oot- Woe f ir a trough; After a little,"' Uof WxaP tired and stopped to rest. , , ' Pa, what are fou going to do, wila that tiee--are you going to burn it ' ' No, fio not going to bum it " Are you going to maie. rails Willi" tliio my son I am- not going to make.. rails with it.: . ' .v. Well pa, Athat are you gonr to. do 'II pa, Athat are vou coinr to. uo with it ? ; . ' . I anvgomg to make A trcuh - k For your, grandpa to cat out f.' ;Fdr grandpa? And thea tie fcllovv stopped," o .think: Aflcfrf J whilo In added, aV wiU, jo. f cT nicf "and VU iaakcTy mi UoughV ttfa pa, when ymi et old and blind V4 The man let go his axe, and bcMn o think. Ili little boy had unconscious ly touched him iu the only tender plabe. He sat down, and began, to remember all his father's love to him when a little boy. He went back and told hit wild what had happened. From that f hoar ? the good old man was kindly cared foiy4 his wants supplied, his mistakes ovr ' looked, his weakness provided agaiflst by constant attention, till he died. ' Do yon ever feel worried with th ; care your parents or aged relatives need? ? llemember hdw they cared ; for" -you1 once ; and how you may need kindness ! from vour children. - -. i The Old Scotchman. I never drink a cup of water without4 ihrujwing of an old Scotchman, who' when I was a boy in the city, q New f York, acted as a porter in the establislkit men tin which I was engaged. Hi1 must have been very ,pbor ; for, then fully. sixtyrfiye or teveuty years onge 4 he was employed, day, after day; Jrtf dragging a little hand-cart, often laden with heavy burden?, over, crowded 'and' .... r stony pavements. V Til nnr sttrm wna r sfnnn Jar rnf.n ished daily with pure water and ice,and' many a time during the- dsy the " oldr man Would come to drink. When ho had filled the cup, he would take off his worn cap, and while his thin gray locks fell over his forehead, lift- up his (ace' with closed eyes for a moment, with" reverential, aspect, arid in silent prayer. and then drink. Nq matter what haste, I or who observed, he always ? did ;tbr same. " . Since then it is twenty-five or thirty f years I have drank from the icy pools, that gather on the snrface of thegla ciers of Switz'-rland, and. amidst the burning splendors of Vesuvius, in his orn stormy Scotland, r and on , the stormy sea, bu very rarely or ,. never without thinking of that old; Scotch man,-6r admonished by him, withonV lifting my heart in gratitude to Got?. One thing is remarkable ; I cannot driuk with my hat- on. The white? locks of the old man 1 seem tc- shake themselves before nie, as if to admonish1 me of irreverence, Tand !iU meek eyes; seem to be lifting therns'elyca'op to Go to plead that I may not 7 forgetil the Giveri- Without douWthe bid cian Tint how that little habit of his hal itself into my. life, and hotr to me U haiF been, for more than a quarter of 4f? century, day by day; that. little" ;3t v ' preacher of righteousness ! I How could he have ceased to live irf, ray memory ? j Had he perpetuated his name, ana Jorm, ana piexy in my nesrs j Christian, never torget to recognize God. Evangelist. As EicrriNa Fox Cuase.A few ville train was passing by Amelia C. IL9 cornneia m iron-, 01 a . engine zav maae gooa ume up me iraos, noaouDi, frightened by the bcadl light. The. chase continued for ..-tome s-two. xaues,. when poor Re j card went ."under" the. engine and "up" the spout. The fire-.; man took positien on thei cow-catcher,,; t'm"y' ,r 4I1. . .. ilUU W WHW W-w wn. - ' - v W, but fearing it would bite him,; dicL npt "haul in. A prize bull at the New Jersey Fair gored an admiring boy to death . 3 A St. Xouis husband hat; paid h wife $2,000 to desert himt ' 5 ,
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