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O VJlU. IV- MOl'XT AlliV, XORTII CAIIOLIXA, SATURDAY, APKIL 21), 18V(. XO. 50. Mum 4- 13 22 anil at. n fit lit.... u i ; 55 ft' I I a:;-,, mm a r i. . Mi"?! a ..ii Mi ....... .( J Mil. tokfctu dM?"SM Jilaw-3 laiilioiwwl i VISITOR. pilELISHEO WEEKLY BY " j , AT MOW AIRY, H. C. ' rday, April 29, 1876. Ttrm. ' ' .4dvai.ee: I'lCH ANM'M. Advertising' Rates: One fVtjnjtri'. ( trn lin," r h'ns), iiiw iiwit .75ctiiK iiIt-a-li siilwt-iiii'til int-r-galSUCTitM. .Vtlivi:iii.ti IV""i lliis rnlr. $IM t--" I"-11 JMI.CK) ;u J-im ..., liiun, ti.Utl li-Mll .' 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Ther newer EliasSchaub, 1, Jones, 'al r oimninsiun nprrhant B .n nu Kiuuti yi westcru Produce, "w Derne, N.C amesW Al l ! 71 BI.OKKO.1tM. II.OW was it that I came to lie mi oltl bachelor ? Not because nC hating women, I am sure, for I liked tlu'in very miieh, and never could have spoken to one rudely or discourteously for my life. As nearly as I know it was in this wise : My father died, leaving a fam ily' of children, a wife and an old lather and mother, of whom oi. ly myself was able to earn a shilling., lie had never saved! anything. iSo, after the first great grief, when we had calmed down and were able to look matters quiet ly in the face--there -waaa wretched sort.of prospect for us. I was only an accountant, and had a young fellow's habit of wasting my small salary in a thousand different ways. Iliad been paying attention, too, to Elsie Hall, who, young and childish as she was, had a way that some girls do have of lead ing their admirers into extrava gance.. Of all the trials of thai never-to-be-forgotten time, I think the greatest was appear ing niggardly in those baby blue eyes I did not ininu wearing plain suits, discarding kid gloves and renouncing the opera'; but not t lay those bouquets, and luniks and music, and dainty bits of jewelry,""" and jr. ntlitudi Oiis trilles at Klsie's feet, was a veiy terrible ordeal. I passed it, l houe.li ; and if ever a man hud reason to be thankful I had, fur tin? acquisitive little beauty jiltiil me in a month for Tom Tandem, who was rich and lav ish of gilis. and who ran away from her after a marriage of ten ti 1 1 1 : . 1 1 1 h . I woi ki.J day and night, and managed to keep the wolf from 1 lie uuur. Sometimes I used to think linw well it was for Elsie tint she h;id ijot really loved me, for she could have had nothing but a disiiial prospect of wearing out her) oiilh in a dreary, hopeless engagement to one toe poor to marry. That was until Tom .ran oil'. Then 1 thought it would have been even better for her to have sharred our humble and poor fare and I lie love J could have given her than to be de serted so. And I pitied her, as if she had not proven herself heartless. - But I never went near her. of course: and I never spoke of he1" to my mother. I giew no-yonTrter all this while, and every year seemed to add live to my looks. 1 had never been veiy handsome or veiy merry, and soon 1 became conscious oi a peculiar miuuie- iged look, which settles down upon some people very early. iSt rangers, too, began to take inc for the head of thp family ; and once, in a new neighbor hood the butcher alluded to "my wife." I found out that he meant my mother, and only wondered that it was not dear old grannie. She was eighty, and grandfa ther ninety, and they died one bngnl autumn duy, before pros penty came to us, died within an hour of each other for gran ii ie iuut said : 1 think I'll lie down a bit, now Lemuel don't need me. I'm very tired Then she kissed me, and said : you have been a good boy to vour grandpa, J'.uward. You II have that to think of. And when next we looked at her she was dead, with her cheek upoti her hand like a sleeping child. So two were gone and we were sadder than before. And then Jean, my eldest sister, married at sixteen a physician, who carried her oil' to Hindus tan in her "honeymoon. And we could none of us feel the wedding a happy thing. J tut prosperity did come at last. I had worked hard for it, and anything a man makes his sole object in this life he is sure to attain. Ah, what a word that is after years of struggle! At last we were rich. Hrit. by that time I wasfive-and-forty a large, dark, middle-atied man. with a face that looked to myself in the glass though it were perpetually intent on lignres. The girls were married. Dick had taken to sea, and we saw him once a year or so, and Ashton was at home with mother and myself the only really handsome member of our family, and just two tind-twenty. And it was on his birth day; I retiiernber, that that letter came to me trom poor Hunter the letter which began : W hen theso lines reach you, Ned Sandford, I shall have my six feet of earth all I ever owned or would if I had lived to I be a hundred, We hud been young together, though he was really older than 1 ; and we had been close friends once, but a roving lit had seized him. uiid we had not met for years. I knew be had married a ymnu; Kennslt girl, alio Knew no more ; but now he told me that his dearest wife was dead, and that his death would leave a daughter an orphan. Site is not quite penniless, ho wrote ; for lit r mother had a lit tle income, which, poor as I was, 1 was nev.T brute enough to ilieddie witii, and it has deseend- xd.U). .Lex.-liiit. I. hayii. b,pen a rolling stone, gathering ho moss, all my life, and we slaid long enouuh in one place to make friends. Will jnu be her guar dian ? it is a dying man s last re qucht And l hen he wrote sume. words. coining from his In-nit. I knew, which being ol' myself. I cannot quote even here I could not think that I deserved them. And the result of that letter, and of unolher from the lawyer 1 who had Annie Hunter's little fortune in charge, was that one soft spring day found me on board of a steamer which lay at rest alter a voyage in the pro tecting arms of Liverpool, with two little hands in mine, and a pair of great brown eyes lifted lo my face, and a sweet voice choked with subs saying some thing of "poor papa, "and of how much he had spoken of me, and of the lovely voyage, and the green graves left behind ; and I. who had gone lo meet a child and found a woman, looking at her and feeling toward her as I had never looked upon nor felt Jo any other. Not .to Elsie Hall It was not the boyish love dream come agam. . Analyzing the emotion, I found only a great longing to protect and comfort her to guard her from every pain and ill, and I said to myself: This is as a father must feci to a lov ing daughter. I can be a' parent to George Hunter's child in very truth. And I took her home to the old house and to my old mother. F thought of only those, somehow, I never thought of Ashtou. Shall I ever forget how she brightened the sombre rooms How. as her sadness wore away, she sang to him in the twilight: how strangely a something which Hindu the return home, and the long hours of the eveir ing seem so much brighter than they had ever been before, stole into my life. I never went to sleep in church i:ow. I kept awake to look at Olive Hunter to listen to her pure contralto as she joined m the smguig. Sometimes I caught her eye, her very great unfathomable brown eye, for she had a habit of look ing at me. as she wondering how a face could look eo stern and grim ? I used to ask my self. Ashton used to look at her also. He had been away, when the first came to us, and when he returned she was a grand sur- prise'to 1iim. Oh, how lovely she is : lie haa said to me. She is very pretty, I replied. Atihtorr laughed." " ""' "" May I never be an old bach- elor if it brings nie to calling such a girl very pretty, he said : and I felt conscious that my cheek flushed, and I felt angry that he should have tpoken to me thus, though I never could before". They liked each other very much those two young things. A pretty picture they made in the Venetian 'window in the sun set, lie a fair-headed, blue eyed. Sa.Yim looking youth : .she so exquisitely dark (lid glowing. rery one liked her. Even my old clerk, Stephen lladley, used to gay her presence lit the office more than a dozen lamps, the nearest approach to a poeti cal Kpeeeh of which old Stephen was ever known to be guilty ; niiil I never knew hoiv lunch she was to me until one evening, when coming home earlier than usual, I saw in that Venitian window where Ashton and Oli ver had made so many pleasant pictures for me, one that I never forgot that I never shall forget as long as I live. She stood with her back to me. Ashton was kneeling at her feet. The sound of the open ing door dissolved the picture ; but I had seen it, and I stole away to hide the slab that it h.nl given nie; I -sat down in my room and bill my fare in my bauds, -and woiild have been glad to hide it beneath my colli n lid. I knew now that I loved Olive Hunter; that I loved her not as an old man might" love child, but as a young man might lovo the woman who ought to he his wife better than I had loved Elsie Hall ; for it was not boy ish passion, but earnest, lieait felt love. I in love ! I arose and looked in the mirror, and u.y broad; shouldered reflection blushed before my gaze. The spring time of my life had flown, and my summer hnd corre and gone, and in the autumn I had dreamt of love's bud and blossom. I knelt beside tny bed and prayed that 1 might not hate my brother that I might not even envy him. His touch upon my door startled me. He came in with something in his manner not usual to him, and sat down opposite me. For a moment we were silent. Then he said, speaking rapidly and blushing like a girl : Ned, old fellow, you you saw me making a fool of myself just, now I suppose? I saw you on your knees, 1 said. And thought me silly, eh? Hut you don't know, Ned. You can't understand you've been so calm and cool all your life through, you know. She's driv ing me mad. Ned, 1 do believe she likes me, but she won't say yes. I'd give niy right hand for her love. 1 must have it, and I think you can help me, Ned. From something she said, I believe she thinks you would disapprove; pcrhapsyou are one of these old fellows who want every one to marry for money. Tell her you're not. Ned, dear old fellow tell her you. have no objection, and I'll never for get it indeed I won t : Tell her I have no objection, I repeated mechanically. You know you are master here, and as much my father as if you weri one instead of a brother, said Ashton. If I did not kno.w how kindly you had always felt to us both, I shouldn't confide in you, Ned, and you may thank Heaven you know nothing about it. Know nothing about it. Ah, if he could have read my heart just then ! I ll do what I can, Ashton, 1 said at last. I'll try my best. And he flui.g his arm about. me in his own boyish fashion, and left me alone alone with my own thoughts. " He had said truly ; I had been like a father to him. I was old enough to bo here,' and no one shoiild know my silly dream. I would hide it while I lived. 1 As I said once; I've only the old folks am) t In- children now. I s.ud then: I will only lliink o! mother ;i 1 1 ' ! Asblon. I."t mv own I'fe be as leilhing I have be, I lived (in- them ,if needs will die lor tliein. But I would irot see and speak to Olive ' I hat night, nor until the next dav Wi's quite gone Then in the twilight. I sat be side her took her hand. t'lr e. I sai l. 1 think vou ki.t;i l ha i Ashton loves you. Jj a tii sine he be has told you so. A i? can't you "love hiiii ? She drew her hand from mine and said not one word. 1 should rejoice in brother's happiness. I should think hiih happienTThaving your love than anything else could make him. I rokl-hiiH J wiuild tell vou so And then she spoke. You wisli mo to in a rry Ash ton. Reproach was in the tone reproach and sonow. If you can love linn, Olive, I said Mie arose. She seemed to shrink from me. though in the dark I could not see her face. I do not love him, she said. And we were as slill as death. Then suddenly, Olive Hunter began to sob. You have been so kind to me. I love you nil, she said, but 1 eaitiift-trty- h?re-iHMv.- -Please io let me go somewhere else. I must I cannot live here. (Jo from us. Olive? I Raid. Nay. we are not tyrants; and once assured y mi do not love him: Ashton will Hush ! she pleaded hush ! l'lease let me go away ! please let tue go aw ay ! The moon was rising. Her new born light fell upon Olive's face. Perhaps" its whiteness made her look pale. She leaned against the wall with her lilt It hand uxn her "heart, her unfathomable eyes full of pain. How had I Imrt her so ? A new thought struck me. Perhaps you love some one else. Olive? And at that she turned her face from me. and hid it in her hands. Too much too much. You might have saved me that, she said. Let nie go away. I wish you had never brought me here. And I arose and went lo her. I beut over the woman 1 loved. I touched her with my hand; her soft hair brushed my cheek. Olive, I said, if coming here has brought pain upon you, I wish I had not. . I would have died lo make you happy. And my voice trembled, and my hand shook, and she turned her face towards me again and looked into my eyes. What she saw in mine I do not know the truth I think. In hers I read this: I was not old to Iter; not. too old to be loved. I stole my arm about her, she did not untwine it. 1 utter ed her name, Olive, huskily. Afterwards I told her of my struggle with myself, not then. I said: Olive, I love you, but it cannot be that you care for me. I am old enough to U- your fa ther. - And again I saw in her eyes the hippy truth and took her to my heart. Rut we kept our secret for a while, for we both loved Ashton, "and both knew that his wound was not too deep to find a balm ; and within a year, when the boy brought home a bride, a pretty creature wlip n he loved, ann who loved hun. I claimed Olive. And she 'is mine now ; and the autumn blossoms of my heart will only fade on earth to bloom again throughout Hernily in par adise.. "Two things needing light to enjoy a kiss ni,d a good cigar are worthless in the dark." The cigar, we admit, is ; but, the individual who says "a, kiss is not ei.jojed in the daik, has CeTtatrrl y Tiever trteth t he" expe rf ment. wit'iitle Kt-rildiumixineiil." M hen a young man. says the Ital -igh Sentinel, who has just reached the years of goslinghood, has his boots blacked regularly J.wice a day, puts on a new pa per collar before each men) trims his finger nails every hull" hour, keeps his ihree-fuz. power miistaclie perpt'tlially dyed and scented and his hair solemnly done up ami elaborately parted Oehiiid, with semi-occasional practicing- of graceful altitudes and seductive smiles in the re llective bottoms of new tinware, you can bet yourlast "rag baby" that some girl's heart or his'n is ht Btate"of-LtrtTe-4fwfloiti-iiiixtuent.'rv You net. The DIH'ei-ence Between 'Km. There is a vast difference, Rays the Danbury News, in the" con duct of a man and a woman in new clothes. When a woman gets a new suit she immediately prances down town, and for hours will walk contentedly along a crowded through fare, receiving fresh impulses of joy every tune another woman)scans her wardrobe. , Rut a man is so different. He won't put on his new clothes for the Grst time until it is dark. Then he goes down town so ciu "lTof8lyasrHnifsX"cTeale The impression that he is sneaking along. If he sees a crowd on a comer he will slip across the way to avoid them, ar.d when he goes into his grocery he tries to get bthfud as many barrels and boxes as he cant All tl(,e, time he is trying his level best to appear as if the suit was six months old, and all the while realizes that he is making an in fernal failure of it. We hope the time will come when new pants will be so folded by the manufacturer that they won t show a ridge along the front of each leg when the wearer first puts them on. DliatTibulioaa of the Bible. An English paper, in sneaking of efforts for the distribution of the Rible among the heathens, says : "Supposing the Bible So ciety to continue its operations on the, same scale as during the lust two years, it will take up wards of G 15 years to supply the Holy Scriptures to the world." The same paper adds : "The sum spent in. intoxicating liquors in Britain in sis-months is suffici out to purchase a shilling copy of the Bible for each of the 700, 000,000 of poor benighted, hea then." It also savs that one sovereign is spent in liquor for every twopence given for Chris tian missions! This is a start ling exhibit, yet to a great extent its counterpart exists in our own country. Intoxicating liquors are the greatest of all obstacles to the progress of Christian re ligion, and yet even many pro fessed Christians are indifferent to the importance of the temper ance reform, and give little either of their substance or sympathy for its promotion. To the Point. An exchange savs: 'Com pare the publisher of a newspa per, who has got to go all around the country to collect his pay, to a farmer who sells his wheat on credit, and not more than a bushel to any person. If any farmer will try the experiment of distributing the proceeds of his labor over two or three coun ties, with an. additional one in two or three distant States for one year, we will guarai.lec that he will never, after that j ear's experience, ask a publisher to supply him w ith a paper a year or two without the pay for it. iuniiiiiou is uoinK m fiiu : : A l to the Centennial an old chest ! hat has Ucn in use since 174'.'. i - - I - Mwykiiih-ttiiy-'lw-eir -tout'litfiH with earthquake. 1 J:iluiee Women. The .laiiaiK s women are usu ally small and ihimpv. Vet are often ii'i( beaut. I'ul, with small Iftnils and feet, ami are exceed ingly neat in dress and coiffure. Their hail is not. us is generally supposed, a true black, but is a very dark brown ; ..in. some in stances it is a pronounced red lis blackness, and. unfortunate ly, eoaisness also, is promoted the custom of shaving the heads of. .1,11, 1,-... . f, , 1 1...: .. ... .. .m...vh i.uiH vnvn Ti-i-y mrtrr.- It is do to appear very black and glossy by the use of ungu ents and baiidoliu made from a nuicilagions plant. Like the other sex (and this custom is uni versal among people of every Hue in .liipitu) they bathe daily in hot water, a public bath cost ing only half a cent. Since 1808 the government has prohibited the promiscuous bathing of both sexes', formerly a common habit. The women above twenty years old, from time immemorial have blackened their teeth w ith a mix ture of galls and powdered iron ; hut the Empress does not, and many ladies are now abandon ing the fashion. Tlie former custom of married ladies shaving off their eyebrows is also falling into disuse. The peculiar style of coiffure at once distinguishes a Japanese maiden, wife widow ii inuiumc. nuiiitril niu carefully educated in household duties ; Imt the lower classes ac quire very little book learning, though nearly all women can read and write. The young wo men of ,ibe higher classes devote much lime to fancy woik. their bright colored robes beir.g em broidered with gay silks and gold. They are carefully taught from various books devoted to the duties of a wife, mother and housekeeper. The three princi pal dut ies as set forth in a large volume, entitled, "Woman's Great Study," are: 1. Obedi ence tn parents when a child. -2. Obedience to her husband when a wife. 3. Obedience to her eldest son when a widow. Half their education is in books of etiquette. There is no dis tinction between politeness and morals Lying, cheating, de ceiving, slundvring, and like vices are "not polite," and so are not permissible. A Clerk's Klory. "When I used to tend store the old man came around one dav. and says he 'Boys, the one who sells the most between now and Christmas-gets a vest pat tern as a present.' Mayiie that we did imt work for the vest pattern. I tell you there were some tll s'ories told in praise of goods about that time; but the tallest talker, and the one who had the most cheek of any of us, was a certain Joe Gnirea, who roomed with mer He could talk a dollar out of a man's pock et when the man only intended to spend a sixpence ; and the women Lord bless vou ! they just handed over their pocket books to him nd let him lay out what he liked for them. , One night Joe woke me up with: 'By jove old fellow, if you think that ere 's got cotton in it, I'll bring you down the sheep it was cut from, and make him own his own wool "J'won't wear out, either : wore a pair, of p.mls of that s'nfTfor live years, mid they are as good as when I first put I hem on. Take it 30 cents, and I'll sav you don't owe me any thing. Eh too dear? Well, call it 28 cents. What d'ye ly ? All right ; it's a bargain ' I could feel Joe's haiidi playing about 'the lied clothes for an in stant : Ihcn rip. Sea:, .vent some thing or another, and 1 hid my head in ik-r iho blanket?, per-fec'.lv-corivnlscil with laughter, find jieif. e,ly s'.re (hat-Joe had torn tbe best shrot from ton fa hiittion u ,,f ..wokn t in " " '" , .,,,,,;,,., ,' .i,ll,i ,... ....a. ,,. u,,jti h; j', om liottiiiii t.i the I'l-ii il' band. --.t: Sulwnbe tor the Wir.'K. i Sa
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