I f 3 rfV rf W nVS rA W KSTA BfcjSHEpjy 187 IIILLSIWROUGH, X. C, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 18, 1880. NEW SERIES-VQI, I.-Nd. 11. 0 I h ' H rTN 1 I V III! ia : it i II mi I 1 r ill h-l I ; " WW Ji ! U VVKJ VIM JLS V N (-r in x v y ( I ; .. j -i ; i . r- " - -f My Wants, j I waBt not weMllh-the yellow gold That t hillH the ouJ like Arcllc pol4. That turn U Ife the waftf!, rt; " s Aud wltlim all the better par ;L I want not wealth ; i k Onl enouh to soothe dttPt-af,' j. To wol the brow of wrwebedueaH, To bring glad huille teYe thai WM), And all my loved oueaafely Keep--- Tbl weulth I want, arid nothing more, i I want not iowVr to sway my ktud. And blindly lead a world oTbltDd. To fhirt the Kc-rie on life rent Mage, jirjimkpmi luprt-su the age; ..it pMSfr4??pr: :.j i - , hound vwnln iMon' t.ase control; To aid it In It upward flight j 'jo jron blRh realm of love and iinht This novter 1 want, and nothing inr-, I warlt not fain to have my name ' Kucireled by a firih flame j That, lilw- th- tlre n de'-eltfui ray. 4 A moment learns, thTi dlt-.i uv;y ; I want not f ime. I only want it may wild. When 1 am gaihered to the dead ; tHfWlfTHM!iTd died eonten' , j I j' I f Kuchfame I "yrmnt, aftcTMot h i it ni'-r'. -But th$ I wartVft mend,thatss true. Wbo wlttifiy.yfrtue ktffdly view. 'And all wy.lniut as klndjy wan, rnr more or ieiii'ii Minn , vU nOf e ; I andiiy ovrtr tqfhoM : .hdi"i nr5 lark. anil drear, nd'rold : "v vv4iai.Jf w Q at ytf1 o m t a y .iV-rt-lre I trefld Mt'P weary wnr. trend LAaniand even. more, I want true lose truf woman's love. As pure, as that whlehrulea above. Ah deep an the unsounded nea, And brKid oh 1" Immensity ; j And cyenmoro; 1 wunt a Hnille to light tny home, A kl to gre-t inc when I come, A'heart whow sweet and holy ehime Mhall with my own keep eveii ttm ; fcuch love I want, atitl nothing more. I want a ealna, aecluded place In the kind thoughts of all my ra-e; I want tht men Hhould enk ol me In tcentle tonoa of charity ; And even more; I waut to teJ, deep In my heart, I, ve acted well my humble part, " Aud, when my earthly eoarBe is rua, I want the Mater' kind "welf'Hone ! All this I want, and nothing more. A Dark Day. j Hetty Bockwood sat at the open window a big basket of.undarned htockiugs by her side, a new copy of ' The Latest Magazine " on the table close by, while within reach a bright butterfly hovered about a newly-opened honey-suckle growing against the win dow. The 'Spring breeze breathed balmily into the apartment,: filling her senses with a delicious dreaminess; and her eyes wandered wistfully out beyond the shaded village street to the greeu fields and budding willows bor dering the sparkling little. river. On a morning such as this who could en- took leave, Hetty also arose, and light dure to stay within doors? Who j ing her bedroom candle went slowly could endure to sit quietly ilown and and sadly upstairs. darn stockings? boy's stockings, too, When, next morning, she came with great holes in the heels of Jhem, down, her mother remarktd. as she which nierelv to look at. eau-ed her a ! busied herself about the breakfast ta- , despairing sigh. Then the new maga- j zine; how she longed to ! unfold the i crisp sheet, luxuiate in its contents, like the butterfly in the sweets of the j honeysuckle. But -Hetty's life more i resembled that of the bee than the but tertly Though only eighteen, he e eldest of seven children, most- was the Iv boys; and a goodly portion of the household work fell upon her shoul ders. Her mother was a sharp, bus tling woman, arid, though witRout an idea of being unkiud, often made her daughter's life irksome with dis tasteful tasks and wearisome confine ments. y 1 A glad, girlish voice aroued Hetty. Looking from the window she saw Siifie Lake, one of her' few intimate friends, leaning on the little front gar den gate. " Oh, Hetty, do come and walk with me down to Aunt Kllen's. I The morn ing is just lovely; and I have Mme thing so particular to tell you." " I'm afraid I can't, Susit. It is . Saturday, you know ; and I am sew injj niilxwntching baby asleep, rhile niotucr is iu nv mk iieu, "Then Dl. have to tell you now, I suppose." She came close under the window, and said, in a lower voice and mis chievous smile : - . . " Who do you think I saw just new 44 I don't know. The pew minis- ter?" :. No, indeed ; somebody very ditTer- ent from that fat red -faced old tod ger," returntni Susie, irreverent! "Oh, Susie! But who was it ? 44 New, it was just Mr. Walter ILiyrs. Now ain't you surprised ?" . A vivid I lush dyed Hettv s fair face. . x v a a, v v t c a suv reply, and Susie contin- She mad ne tied : Hb employer, Mr. Mitchell, sent him on business from Philadelphia to and as this wasn't much out of the way of hin home, they jrave him leave to stop here for a lay or two ; he, Jold rue when I met you just now. He afriveoi only ah hourujto, in the ie.from Cox's elation ; ami that iov' I came to hee him hefore ywu did. Hetty," hhe added laurhiriK?y. ' obe pa?ed on, leaving Hetty with fluhed cheeks, lrightenel eyes, and a heart thrilling with triad excitement. No wonder. For more than a year pant the tliotitrlit of Walter Haye haw hen the brightest spot, of her life, around which all a'wf-et, vagtie thoughts airo he. had ftood at that same little green garden gate, in the iiu.nlight, - on their late return from the church concert, and bidding her 'good-bye be fore going away to the great city to seek his fortune. She remembered how the warm, lingerinir clasp of his hand had thrilled her, and how he had said at lat, in a voice that almost trembled You must not forget me, Hetty. I shall thin of you ..always, and wlicn I comeback " ' And just then her mother had come oh the ?orch, and -Galled hor in out of the5 clamp air ; and so he had left her reluctantly.' Ilut now he had come I ack, and she would s n to-day. " I do . declare,' 1 exclaimed the room, her mother, 'trtlstli warm and tin shed fro? iir-baking, iMyou axe the laziest' girl I ever saw. j Here you've leen upwanls of an: hour darning one pair of stockings! What have you been about? Dreaming away your time as1 usual, no doubt, aiul with ! all the children's Sunday clothes to look over and lay out for to-morrow, besides the Saturday's 'chores.'" . Hetty penitently resumed hr work. ! But site was very glad when, toward sunset, it was all done, and she had ' leisure to run up to her own little t room ; and never in her life had she i i taken Huch pains with her appearance ' as now, while she arrayed herself in. I ; what -;he considered her most beeom- j ing toilette, a soft, dove-colored dress, j with a knot of a rose-colored ribbon at j j her throat, and another nestling like a ! ' freshly-bloomed rose in the ripples of i her brown hair. ' j i How anxiously she listened for the ! j expe-ted ring at the front door. How ; tuirrultuously her heart beat when at I length it came, and how, heavy it sank ! when old Deacon Brown stalked in, to discuss some church-matters with her father ! Then she began to look at the clock ; and her hetirt grew fainter and fainter as she saw it traveling slowly round to 8 o'clock. In River side they kept early hours, and when, at a quarter of nine Deacon Brown hie 44 Hettv Walter Haves was here last night." " Oh, mother !" There was something almost pathetic in the look and tone; but Mrs. Loek- wood was too busy with the steaming ! collce-pot to perceive it." j 44 He came in just as you had gone upstairs," she "continued. " He asked ; for you, but it w:is so late, I thought it hardly worth calling you dowruagain. He had. bven seeing Miss Mitchell ! home to her aunt's that Philadelphia' girl, you know, and I didn't know un til he nientined it, that she was a niece of his employer, Mr. Mitchell. He is certainly Improved. To my mind, there's nothing like city life for giving people what they call atii'- now. Make Eddie's milk-tea. whilst I pour out the co tree." "I think," observed-Mr. Lock wood. , as he took his place at the table and cut into the cold corned-beef, "I think I heard Ham TuP-tall say yesterday that young, Jilayes was paying atten tion to Mis Mitchell. He said he had ' seen them together in. Philadelphia. She's a haud.-ome girl, and her father's got money. If Walter marrii-s her he will do well don't bolt y--ur food .like that: cut it properly, Hr. before eating." Hetty turned suddenly si k .t heart. She said nothing, but she could not swallow her breakfast, ami her moth er presently remarked upon her pale looks. ' ! 44 Don't you feel well, chiM . " I no , ticed that you were Hdgetty au.i per " voiis last night. You're feverish. I ' doubt, witirthe spring weather." It wasn t much like spring to-d:ir. 0oi if suaaen enang-s pi( in.tr . t the fickle moutli of. April had taken place, and a cold; breee ard kadeu cloud replaced the balmy airs and sunny skies of yesterday. It began to drizzle, too, as the familv arose from r 1 m m rw1 the break fast table; and a bleak and cheerless pros j reel was presented with- i fut. - t Hetty was glad tlrat her nn.th ' mitted her to go to her rfKm - ; down. Tli ere was never a fire irt , nm : but she drew the bedclothes over h' r head, and wished that she could thus shut herself out from the whole-, world. She felt forlorn and miserable. All her sweet foolish dreams of love seemed to have been rudely strb-keri at a blow. Walter had ceased to care' f r her. lie had not b'ei i.'i" against a year's absence. He had been won from Iter bv that hand some, stylish girl from Ihiladelphia ; i iind Hetty hid tier face in her pillow, i and almost wished that she could die. j It was the darkest day she had ever j known. She tried to read her Bible, but could not fix her thought on it, and closed it in despair. She listened to the dismal beat of the slow-falling ' rain, and at tiinew watched the sway ing of the half-budding tree branches in the chill wind. The cherry tree be fore htr window had been'yesterday whitening into blossom. Surely the cold would kill the tender buds, and there would be no fruit. How like her own hopes and happiness ! Her mother sent for her to come down to dinner. There was, she said, no use in staying upstairs in the cold, and the child would be better bv the fire, with some niv-e wann soup. In tliere all the'afternoon Hetty sat, while j lier father and thqboys went to church j for it had ceased raining nowand j her mother read 44 Baxter's Rise and Progress 'and sang dismal hymns to : the baby. 44 Het," said Bill, upon his return from church. 44 f saw your old beau, Mr. Walt. Hayes, at church with Miss j Mitchell, and he shook hands with me and asked how the family was. She's a real swell, n regular roarer, I tell you, and if you don't shine up some, she'll cut you out. 44 William, don't let me hear aris more such slang talk from you, Ii beg," said his mother reprovingly "And Hetty," said her little sister Annie, as 'she carefully drew otT and j folded her gloves, " 1 heard Kate Haves tell Mrs. Green that Walter and Miss Mitchell were going back to-morrow to Philadelphia, and Mrs. Green said she supposed that was one reason of his coming to Riverside that he might travel home with her." Hetty lost all heart and hope at this. She longed for sympathy to lay her head on her mother's knee and tell her all. But Mrs. Lock wood, though she really loved her children, was not one of those gentle and sympathetic mothers to whom their children thus turn ; and poor Hetty went again to her lonely room, and wrapping herself in a shawl, seated herself at the window and look listlessly out. A few people were passing. She hardly notic ed them; until she sudden ly met a pair of brown eyes, and a hat was lifted ; and she drew back with burning cheeks and a beating heart, as Wader Hayes passed. How hand some he . looked K and as her mother J had observed, how improved in ap: pearance with so much of manliness and dignity. And she what could he think of her, sitting there pale and forlorn-looking, with her hair all dis ordered t about her face? He might come tliis evening, perhaps, and yet she hardlv wished it. now. It would only be .painful to see him, and tind him changed. Still, she -dressed her- t self and went down stairs, though her i head was throbbing and she felt really ill. And, all the evening she waited I aud wathced as she had done before ! and Walter never came, and she knew i knew now that he did not care to see ' her. And o ended the long, drcarv ' .lay. , Next morning Hetty aro-e feverish and ill. But she busied herself -about the household work ; and -when her mother, observing only that she' was ilull and languid, remarked that she nerdel a walk, ami d-sired her to car ry a little jar of butter to old Mrs. Simpson, she n::'de no objection. The day was pleasant though cool, and w rapping he reel f in a warm shawl of her m r'le, . and tying a pink-lined hood about h.T face. Hetty sat ofl alone7 on lu r wj 1. Ii was jathtr a long di.-tance that -he had to o - (,ut of the village and fps a tli-ld', and then by a lonely pathway liug along the foot of a hill. Mr-, Sin r. v. .iti -iiic unit- taiK- ug;, an. t u xas late when tne girl set ' out on her return . ."-lowly n racing the little pathway under the dripping bce ..-lies, Hettv fau-ed at the t le which letl into the open tit Id. It tas pleasant here. The sun shed a golden light over the beech boughs, and a breath of spring-time woodland fragrance floated on the air. Somehow Hetty felt soothed, as she t(Ml restlnir on the stile, and looking ) ; - 0 dreamily at the white clouds overhead. n approaciiing lootstep startled her. Turning, she aw a man's figure corning along the pathway, and an other glance; showed her that it was Walter Hayes. Her . heart gave a great throb and then seemed to stand still. He came on straight toward her his hand extended,' hia lips smiling, Kis eyes looking straight into her own " Hetty !"j She looked up at him, half in hope I half in doubt, and theixlor came and went on her face. " Hetty i have waiitednso much to see you." j She could not mistake the sincerity of his tone, jor the look' of the brown eves; and she answered simply and naively. j " I thought you had forgotten me." " Forgotten you ?" She could not have told how it hap- pened ; butmehowhe found herself j seated on the step of the stile with i Walter beside her, and her cheek close, j ah! very close to his; whilst all the world around seemed transformed into a strange beauty and glory. Such mir acles does a moment sometimes work in our lives. As they, walked slowly homeward to gether, he told her what one thing and another had prevented his seeing her; among the rest. Bill, having confiden tially informed him at church, in an- ; swer t Tiifj inquiries, that she was "too sick to come down stairs that day "a statement which he unfortu nately credited, and when this morn- ing he had; calIe(i and learned j her mother tvhere she had gone, he had j lost no time in following, j "But, Walter,'; said Hetty, hesita- tingly, 44 do you know I heard some j thing aboutryou and Miss Mitchell?" He laughed, t - "Mjss Mitchell is te be married shortly, Hettie, to our junior partner. I She has been very kind to me, and so , Tr tt T uncle, my. employer. Indeed-, wanted to tell you of my good fortune ami good prospects; and to ask you, darling, if, when" And then1' the words which had been for a whole year delayed were spoken; and Hetty j wandered asjdie came in sight of her; home, hether this could be the same world that it had been on that dark, dark day, yesterday. A Queer Trade. France, always fertile in discovering professions for her children, has just invented a new oc cupation. g A man goes about thestreets of Paris bearing a small tray covered with a green cloth. On this tray are a pack of cards, a set of dominoes, and a dice-box. jWith this stock-in-trade, the man, who styles himself 44 L' Ama teur," goes to the houses of invalids or idle persons, and for a small fee plays with them at any of the games that can be' managed with such properties as cards, dice and dominoes. It is said that the "amateur" makes a very com fortable living by tUis discovery of a want in the social -organization of Paris. Undoubtedly this amateur card player is much more likely to be in de mand than, the , eehri-mythological Quatorzieme, who was supposed at one time to earn a livelihood in Paris by I attending dinner iarties, where, through some mistake, the number of guests wasj the fatal 13. This number 14 was expected to entertain the com pany with! brilliant conversation, and was said to receive a large fee ft r his. services. But the persons giving din- ntrs wnojso iar aery tne taws lain down b(y Brillat-Savarin as to be in any danger of finding themselves at the eleventh hour with 13 at table are comparatively few, and there must have been seasons when Quatorzieme had but a dulj time of it. How the Ancients Ground Grais. Mrs. B. B. Heading has pre - sentei to the Academy of Sciences, on lhalf of J. H. Sisson, of Siskiyou county, a ntetade of basalt rock, "found nine feet below the surface of the earth near the Oregon boundary line. The metade was used by the ancient ativen races for the purpose of grinding grain, rA I f t Vl ? C c mftn Vine M fkt I ,m t , . r. A A. , ly raLsel atsjut the elge on the two , , ' , sides and at the unner end. and is ' . . . . arui iweiuy iwo incnes long ana nr- teen inches. in breadth. It is supported4 by three Iegi, the upper one being an inch or so longer than" the two lower, thus glviujg it the jvequisite incline so that the grain, cilshed to flour by , his influence his life. It dignifies , ohsly expliiu4 hUabeeuce and Ume means of a heavy rbller, can slide oft , him in every station, exalts him in nets to his friends uijoals return, by iuto a vessel placef Vat the open end j every condition, and glorifies him at j saying that he had jut got back fram for that purpose. t every period of life, Huch a character ! LeadvHIe. :".' " The Pastor's Salary. HOW A illLllK VOLLl.K('TI IT. f - .---w.. . A. V 1 ItV IW1, ' A worthy miller as the storv is told j."kinj- sycophant, a treacherou' ! in Rev. Duncan Dunbar's rueiuoir- , nwwrbw wchchMtor. S was once pained by hearing that the Pl,r J frunratul righteous ! minister was going away for want of ! mss "'N'ritiff in such a person. If .support, the church having divided. A"1"' mn bllt how much a geod .that thev could no lontrer raise his ' 0 n'mi'Ur "M dignify and exalt 'salary. He called a meeting and ad- hou' R!orioalt would make dressed his brethren very imnh st!v, ' tlTr"Ts, venr fn this life; ever j for he was ene of the 'iHwrest among r-W-e ttud I hem yielding to the 1 the comfortable farmer, "lie asked if base born punisee ef the want of money was the only rea son for his change, and if all were UI,lted in desirin the of the , pastor could they still keen him. There was but one voice in reply. The pastor , Mulciber ior Vuh-aip was the artifi was useful and '.beloved; but the flock ,H'rof heaven -in the Oreifk mytholo was so poor! " Well," replied the mil- ! sy ud they are riot far wrong who ler, 44 1 have a plan by which I can presented Tuhal-Cain', the first me- raise his salary without asking one of you for one dollar, if you allow me to - a 1 take my own way to do iL wjll as- sume the responsibility for one year. nae x your consent, . Of course they could not refuse this, I T T a. n although thy expressed surprise, knowing the miller to be a poor man nn, . . a ,.t, V : The j ear drew to a close. The niir i9ter had hocQ tdessed in his labors. and ne one hal been called oh for money. When they came together the miller asked the pastor if his wants had been supplied and his salary tm-L He replied in the affirmative. When the brethren were asked if they were any poorer than at the beginning of the year, each one replied 44 No," and asked how they could be when they had paid nothing. He asked again, 44 Is any man here any poorer for keei ingthe minister?" and the reply was the'same as before. 44 Then," he said, "brethren, I have only to tell you that you have paid the salary the same as you always did, only more of it and with greater promptness. You remem ber you told me to take my own way in this matter, anft I havo done so. As each of you brought his grist to the mill, I took out as much grain as J thought your portion and laid it away for the salary. When the harvest was over I sold it, and paid the minister regutarly from the proceeds. You con- fess that you are no poorer, so vou never missed it, and therefore I now propose that we stop talkinir about novertv. and about letting our minister go, and add enough to his salary to make us feel that we are doing something!" Mr. Dunbar used to say, " () for a mil ler in every church "' Religion andPhilosophy. Nature takes a plain human face and sets sweet thoughts and kindly im pulses at work upon it, and it grows into beauty. , 44 If our hearts condemn us nct.then ! have we confidence toward God." j Country ladies-' in English homes, When achild picks flowers in afield) says the Londqn Acu, do not btop at and brings us thewltole handful, one I carrying oat the tradition of their great up nd one dowu, we see more clearly j grajudinQUitrAin ordering well their thejbeauty, the harmony iu color and j houMrltolds. They take a great aa4 form that is so good to our sight. We growing iui crest Iu the eHnomic qu arrange them, and altogether they Hons of riiodefriHimes relating to sanl blend in a beautiful whole; so that we tary rt-fonns andMmprovehienU. They do not look at one, hut at the whole btudy thedoctri1iebf'ioHtical economy bouquet. This perception of the bar-1 which may teairsh them. how to raise the' mony of beauty is an instinct in us, conditiouof Uieir,tejiautyet avoid any lying In. our eyes and ears those risk of pauperizing, jfljyjr plan cot bridges between our souls and the j tge wiiicji shall permitof decent liv created things, even in the beating of ing aud yef brtrig in a fulf, or approx the wavea of the air made manifest iu inrately fair; return 'onSdtlay. They sund. ' 1 organize clab., rMJIfl-rooiiis, aud A celebrated author says : 44 If I were j penny readings, and . an-ourage th to choose the people with whom l ! womea to c-tnp vuwlk their hu- would spend my hours of. couveiition, they should be certainly such as labored no farther than to make themselves readily and -clearly apprehended, and 4 would have patience and curiosity to understand me. To have a good serme, j and ability to express it, afe the rno-t essential and uecee-sary qualities in i companions. - When thoughts rise in j us fit to utter among familiar friends, 'there needs but very little care in clothiug thern." ' Take care of onr health. . Keep tf'iis wonderful machine which we call the j body this mechanism which is at i once the domicile and the servant, the j transfwrter and the feeiler, of the soul I and of the mind in the highest state of efficiency.. Study the laws of health, ' and obey them conscientiously as the : laws of morals or of civil and social duty. A miad diseased is often but.l . V. wvn A I -J 1 At ' . . I I . . . , , j. , , , , . , store the body to health and the mind A . . . . , . will often be restored to it activitv .. . .. . i ana iu intellectual anaxeven moral strength. " J There is nothingxwhich adds so much to the beauty ahj power f man as -a j good, moral character. It iihis wealth is more to be desired than everything ; else on irth. It makes a man free and iriiieirfonan t 'Vn. humAp nature.- - ""f uJ nature OK5raon a Solbraon and the Blacksmith chanio, as the father of civilization. Thf blacksmtth has sometime been called the klrtg ofhTechanics, and this is the way he H aidto have earned his distinction : . 1 1 me storv troes that.riurinir th - - --" biiil ling of JMommrs Temple, that wise ruler decided to treat the artisans employed on his -famous edifice to a banquet. While t ho men were enjoy ing the good things, his bounty had provided, King Solomon moved about from table to table, endeavoring to be come better acquainted with his work men. To one he said : 44 My friend what is your trade?" " A carpenter." " And who makes your tools," 44 The blacksmith," replied the car penter. . To another Solomon said : 44 What is your trade ?" and the r ply was ; . " A mason." 4i And who makes your tools?" "The blacksmith," replied the ma son. A third stated that he was a stoae cutter, and that the tdacksmith also made his tools. The fourth man tha King Solomon add rwsed Was the black smith himself. He was a powerful man with bared uraw, ou which the muscles stood out in, hold relief, aud - . i. .... . .. . . . ' lulu a " at And what is your trade, my good man?" said the King. " Blacksmith," laconically replied the man of the anvil and sledge. 44 And who makes your tools?" 44 Make them myself," said the black smith. Whereupon King Solomon Immedi at ly proclaim d him the'King of Me chanics, liecaiifceV he' could not enl I make his own tools, hut all other ar sans were forced to jjo to him to har tneir tools made ; i Soma English, Ladies. j boiid' ajid fcoriifcoti fjje-prjnciple that j even they may have feoinethiug they are pleased to call their" mi uda. They get the tads an'd lasses tlo oorne of an evening ti thS"Mg house.' and enjoy ! ic k netlt, if it be nothing more, of i theHK-iety for anjiuuxof aa educate!. t well-umanertd woman. They hav ; been known to but Id muiic halls in the i ; grounds, ere t an organ and g.ve the . p'ple perhxilcal concerts. With all ; this there i4 no saerifice of the more r highly pistil aooial pleasures and du ties. Nothing' of wi tne interest we have enutucatod, or olliers more ex tended, interferes with the dinners to the neighlvM on moonlight nights, or the entertaining of a hou- Irty n friends frora town. Lxrerv1itnts are being made in rice culture on high ground in Florida, without floding the field, and very sa rrior rice has U-eii proxluced, w bush- , , ... w, t , el" to the sxre. The land was prepared . ... 1 witnoui using rerriuixers. A young man who went into the i fountry ,"lHtfodnc1jimself to a spring hen roost and heard' something go off very much like a shotgun, eimultane-

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