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Cmtnhi Established in 1878. HILLSBOROUGH, X. C. SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 2' 1884. NEW BBniBB-vOL. v. no. 18. JIER PICTURE. 1 ee her now the fairest tiling 7 hat ever rnock-d man picturing, I j i, turf. Ler a- one who drew A-: !'- lif'n ' :i r r n ; ii and looked through Tt.f- of all Tft-'tt mystery A from a wood to open Be. 'Th- hoM, wide iy s of wonlerm?nt That trusting looked you throtigh and through : gwr-ft, ar )iff month, a bow n wbent, ' That Ht-iit Iovc-'m arrow nwift aad true. "i.;X fH t ar 1.' d inMith ! The Orient Hath not h kIi pf-ail in all her stores ; all her :oril piri-"-t sh'ires . i fragrance finch an it hath ffpent, I j . i 1 1 r e L r a ru- who krif-w IFow rare i truth to hf- untrue A? dfic who knew tit- awful hign Of d. ath, of hf. of th" divjfie Sw ( t ity, of all 1'ivt-n. ;i 1 hat'-n,;. iW-rcath th- iron-fooN 1 f.ife. I j'i'-ture hr aw seeking peace, And o.ive h-av-M ami vine-net land ; 'tVhile Htnfe utood hy on either hand. And wrung In r tears like roHarieH I picture her in passing rhyme An of. yet not a part of, these A unman lorn above ler time; A woman waiting in Ler place, With pati'-nt pity on her face. If-r f i '', her earn baby face ; H' r young face, oo uncoinmon wipe 'J'he tnd r love-liglit in lier eyen . ? UrH of Heaven outot Dlacfl. T itars that Hang an hturHnf old 'lli' ir niieilt eli Mjuenee-of Hong, Pri'in MkifH of gliy and of gold. W fare re (I'hI in purple panned along II .it patii-nt, baby lace of hern That won a thousand worahipeifl ! Tl.Mt -ilent, pleading faro ; among T. ii thousand face just the one I -Ml f-h;i!l love when all i done, ird llf'- lies by, a hai p uhh!i ung. That fa". iike hhnting Hheaven an:ong Tl.nt fae. half hid. 'mid shea ves of gold 'Hat fai-c that never can grow old ; Ai d yi t him never been quite young. JoAQlIN MlI.f.FR. lOMAXCK (IF LOS ANIiKLKS "Of all Don Antonio's graphic narra tives of tlio olden times, none is more in t resting thuu tin whioli describe his ft Iventures during the days of this con tent. On one of the first approaches iii;uli by the Americans to L03 Angeles, ho went out with lii.s little haphazard cinp;uiy of men and boys to meet them. He lnul but one cannon, a small one, tied by ropes on a cart axle. He had but one small keg of powder which wns . k'id fur anything; all the rest was '.ud ; w.'ii'd merely go off 'pouf, pouf,' tie- senora .said, and the ball would pop down near the mouth of the cannon. With this had powder ho fired 1 lis first K The Americans laughed ; this is child's play, they said, and pushed on closer. Then came a good shot, with the 1 pun. ler, tearing into their ranks a sd knocking them right and left; au-o'ie-r, and another. 'Then the Anieri faus Wguu to think, theso are no pouf balls; and when a few more were killed, they ran away and left their flag behind them. And if they had only known it, the Califomians had only one more eiiurge lift of the good powder, and the i;ext minute it would have been the Cali f. rni.ms that would have had to run nA$ themselves,' merrily laughed the sc;:ura as she told the tale. "This captured flag, with important pipers, were intrusted to Dou Antonio t" carry to the Mexican head- qimrtVrs at Sonora. Ho set off with an eso rt of soldiers, his horse decked with Mlver trappings, his sword, pistols all of the tinest; a proud beginning of a journey destined to end in a different fashion. It was in winter time; cold rains were falling; by night he was drenched to the skin, and stopped at a friendly Indian's tent to change his clothes. Hardly had he got them of! lun the mu:h1 t.f horses' hoofs was h ;u 1. The Indian flung hims If down, put hi ear to the ground and exclaimed, i ... i i . , . . '"'"uiiuw. .Americanos: a. most in A 1 - iue same second they were at the tent's door. As they halted, Don Antonio, clad only in' his drawers and stockings, crawled out at the back of the tent, and en epmg on all fours reached a tree, up which he climled, and sat saio hidden v. the darkness among its branches lis tening, while his pursuers cross-questioned the Indian, and at last rode away v:'a his horse. Luckily, he had carried into the tent the precious papers and the captured flag ; these he intrusted to an Indian to take to Sonora, it being evi dently of no use for him to try to cross the country thus closely pursued'by his ' enemies. "Ail night he lay hidden; the next day he walked twelve miles across the naour.tains to an Indian village where he Iiopxl to get a horse. It was dark when fce reached it. Cautiously ho opened door of the hut of one whom he knew welL The Indian was preparing poisoned, arrows ; fixirjg one on the tring and aiming at the door, he called angrily, 'Who is there ?' "It is I, Antonio.' " Don't make a sound,' vrhUpered 5 he Indian, throwing down his arrow, springing to the door, coming out and closing it softly. He then proceeded to tell him thatr the Americana had offered a reward for his head, and that some of the Indians in the rancheria were ready to betray or kill him. While they were yet talking, again came the sound of the Americans' horses hoofg galloping in the distance. This time there seemed no escape. Suddenly Don Anto nio, throwing himself on his stomach, wriggled into a cactna patch near by. Only one who haa seen California cactus thickets can realize the desperateness of this act. But it succeeded. The Indian threw over the old cactus plants an old blanket and some refuse stalks and reals', and there once more, within hearing of all his baffled pursners said, the hunted man lay, safe, thanks to Indian friendship. The crafty Indian assentedto all the Americans propose!, B8id that Don Antonio would be sure to be caught in a few days, advised them to search in a certain rancheria which he described, a few miles off, and in an opposite direction from the way in which he intended to guide Don Anto nio. As soon as the Americans had gone, ho bound up Antonio's feet in strips of raw hide, gave him a blanket and an ojd tattered hat, the best his stores afforded, and then led him by a long and difficult trail to a spot high up in the mountains where the old women of the band were gathering acorns. By the time they reached this place, blood was trickling from Antonio's feet and legs, and he was well-nigh fainting with fatigue and excitement. Tears rolled down the o'd women's cheeks when they saw him. Home of them had been ser vants in his father's house and loved him. One brought gruel; another bathed his feet; others ran in search of healing leaves of different sorts. Bruis ing these in a stone mortar, they rubbed him from head to foot with the wet fiber. All his pain and weariness van ished as by magic. His wounds healed, and in a day he was ready to set off for home. There was but one pony in the old women's camp. This was old, vicious, blind of one eye, and with one ear cropped short; but it looked to Don Antonio far more beantifurihan the gay steed on which he had ridden away from Los Angeles three days before. There was one pair of ragged shoes of enormous size among the old women's possessions. These were strapped on his feet .by leather thongs, and a bit of old sheepskin was tied around the pony's body. Thus accoutered and mounted, shivering in his drawers under his single blanket, the captain and flag-bearer turned his face homeward. At the first friend's house he reached he stopped and begged for food. Some dried meat was given to him, and a stool on the porch offered to him. It was the house of a dear friend, and the friend's sister w as his sweetheart. - As he sat there eating his meat the women eyed him curiously. One said to the other, How much he looks like Antonio !' "At last the sweetheart, coming nearer, asked him if ho were 'any relation of Don Antonio ?' " 'No,' he said. "Just at that moment his friend rode up, gave one glance at the pitiful beggar sitting on his porch, shouted his name, dashed toward him, and seized him in his arms. Then was a great laughing and half weeping, for it had been ru rnored that he had been taken prisoner by the Americans. 44 From this friend he received a wel come gift of a pair of trowsers, many inches too short for his legs. At the next house his friend was as much too tall, and his second pair of gift trowsers had to W rolled up in thick folds around his ankles. "Finally, he reached Ios Angeles in iivfety. Halting in a grove outside the town, he waited till twilight before en tering. Having disguised himself in the rags which he had worn from tho Indian village, he rode loldly up to the porch of his father's house, and in an impudent tone called for brandy. The terrified wtnuen began to scream: but his young est sister, fixing one piercing glance on his face, laughed out gladly, and cried: " 'You can't fool me, you are Anto nio "-T Century. A Herrhijr Field. In one of the Lofodeu Islands, off tht coast of Norway, i a .deep and tnleless lake of considerable extent, connected with an inlet from the ocean by a short and shallow ditch. The important dis covery has lately been made that this lake, though it contains so little salt lilal lilt" awri a- uvv uun... w w taMe, is stocked with herrings, which uot only thrive but breed there. They are so numerous that thirty tons of them were netted m a few days tins season. The t-tory is that they multiply faster j .ui. i tt.'inrili litittr than in thrt k-A for 1 ihe rson that the lake contains none vf their natural enemies. THK OLD LADY EEAT JOHN. THE Jl'OOEN WILL. THAT STORY ABOUT TUB WASN'T FINISHED. AMra Feaftal Drive mt Tm MltM a (rmr Nliht t MliUlfr ( m Urln Wemaa Hhm DeeUea t Live tm Spit John. The judge and I had been driving out some miles in the afternoon, and coming home in the twilight, passed a substantial-looking, though very old farm house, with comfortable barns and out-buildings, indicating a weil-to-do householder. The rich bottom lands which stretched away a half mile from the river to the hill slopes, covered with abundant birch and maple were luxuriant with grain and corn. That evening, when we were sitting in the library, after dinner, smoking and chatting, 1 asked the jndge: "To whom does that farm we passed on the level belong ?" When I asked him the question, the judge laughed outright, and after a mo ment's pause, said: "I will teil you a story. "One stormy, winter night, after mid night I was sitting here reading, the rest of tire family having gone to sleep long lefore, when old Dr. Strong thundered at the door knocker, and made noise enough to wake the Seven Sleepers. It is a way he has, and neither my wife nor the girls, who were roused out of slumber, nor I myself, had any question who was at the door. I let him in myself, and a tempest of wind and snow with him. The blast that drove him into my arms also put out the hall lights, whirled into the library, and flared the reading lamp so that it broke the chimney, and blazed up to a colored tissue-paper affair which Susie had put over the shade, set it on fire, and for a moment threatened a general conflagration of papers and books on the table. " 'Shut the door yourself,' I shouted, and rushed back here to put out the tire. That done, I went back and found the old doctor out of breath, in the dark, trying to shut the door against the wind. It took the strength of both of us to do it. Then I told him to find his wy to the library, for be knew it, and I went off in search of another lamp. "When I came back, he was just re covering his wind, and after a gasp or two, told me his errand. 'Old Mrs. Norton is dying. She can't live till morning. She's alive now only oustimu lants. She wants to make a will, and I have come for you.' " 'A nice night,' I said, for a two mile drive to make a will for a woman who hasn't a cent in the world to leave. Why didn't you tell her so, and have done with it?' " 'Now, look here,' said the doctor, 'this is a case of an old woman, and an old neighbor and a friend, and she wants you to do something for her, and you'll do it, if it is only to comfort her last hours. Get your things and come with me. We shall not find her alive if you don't hurry, and you'll be sorry if that happens. "The upshot of it was that I went. We had a fearful drive out to the farm house on the fist, which you are asking about Mrs. Norton was the "widow of John Norton, who died forty odd years before this. John Norton, when ha married her, was a widower with, oaa son, John. He was a man of considera ble property, and when he died left a widow, that son John by his first wife, and two sons by his second wife. The older son, John, had never been on very warm terms with his stepmother, and for some years had had no intercourse with the family. "I found the old lady lying in the big rootn, on a great bedstead on one side of the room, opposite to the broad chim ney, m which was a roaring fire, the only light in the room. After the doc tor had spoken to her and administered something, a stimulant, I suppose, he came over to me and said in a whisper, Hurry up, she's very weak. "I had broaght paper and pen and ink with me, I found a stand and a candle, placed them at the head of the I ed, and after saying few words to her, told her I was ready to prepare the will, if she would now go on and tell me what she wanted me to do. I wrote the introductory phrase rapidly, and leaning over toward her said: 'Now go on, Mrs. Norton.' Her voice was quite faint, and ?he seamed to speak with an effort. She said: 'First of all I want to give the farm to my sons, Harry and James; just put that down.' 'But,' raid I, 'you can't do that, Mrs. Norton; the farm isn't yours to give j ftraV J The farm isn't mine ! ' she said in a vcice decidedly stronger than lefore. j "'No, the farm isn't yours. Yo iave onjv a iutrvst in it " 4 This farm that I've run forlgotu' on i forty-three year next spring isn't mine to do what I please with it S Why not. judge? rd like to know what von ! mean? "Why, Mr. Norton, vour husband, gave you a life estate in all his property, and on your death the property gees to his son John, and your children get the village houses,' " 'And when I die John Norton is to have this house aad farm whether 3 will or no. "'Just so. It will be his.' ,v 'Then I ain't going to die said the old woman in a clear and decidedly ringing, Wealthy voice. Ami bo saying she threw her feet over the frtmt of the bed, sat up, gathered "a blanket and coverlid about her, straightened up her gaunt form, walked across the room and sat down in great chair before the fire. The doctor and I came home. That was niteen years ago. ine out laiiv la alive to-day. And she accomplished her intent. "She beat John after all He died four years ago in Boston, and I don't know what vill be left. But whoever comes into the farm-house when she goes out, it will not be John. And since John's death the farm has been better kept, and everything about it is in vastly better condition for strangers than it would have been for John." Peter Cooper's Sympathy. Sirs. Susan N. Carter, the head of the Woman's Art School of the Cooper In stitute, contributes au anecdotal paper to the December Century, in which she says of Mr. Cooper's aims : " A11 1 want,' he said, 'is, that these poor women shall earn decent and respectable livings, and especially that they shall be kept from marrying bad husbands.' "This subject of unhappy marriages seemed to be a very prominent . one in Mr. Cooper's mind. That women were often imposed upon, were ill-used and broken down, he had a lively conviction; and all his chivalry and sense of fatherly protection were enlisted to save them, so far as ho could, from these ordinary misfortunes. While the world is iiow occupied with the question of what women can be taught, , their 'higher etf- ucation,' and many kindred subjects, Mr. Ui opwf's acute genius discovered, as by intuition, many years ago, the rela tion of women of the middle class to so ciety, to industries, and the family. He saw that many of them could not marry, and he realized what must be the forlorn position of a number of elderly dangh ters of a poor man. He had noted the dangerous likelihood of giddy, ignorant young girls marrying anybody for a home, even if the wew they married were dissipated or inefficient; and he had the tenderest pity for poor widows or deserted wives. He talked many times, and at great length, on these subjects, and afl circumstances and any sort of incident brought up this desire of his heart, to help women to be happy, in dependent and virtuous. "One of the last times he was at the school, ancFwhile a celebrated New York clergyman was giving a course of Lenten lectures to women, Mr. Cooper, with his face all animated with his feeling about it, said: 'Dr. is of the wealthy class, and he has been used to deal with wealthy women. The world does not look like the same place to him that it does to me. If he could be in my place fcSr a month, and read the letters I get from poor and suffering women, ho would think that it would be best to have them taught anything which they could learn to enable them to lessen all this trouble.' " A Capture. A Chicago constable went into the suburbs to Berve a judgment for $86 on a poor widow. The woman had not tho means to satisfy the judgment, and the constable looked around to see if th ere wasn't something he could levy upon. But the-Ridow had nothing in the house save a. rickety bedstead, three or four common chairs, a pine table and a few other things of no value. The consta ble was about to return disgusted, when he noticed a Hock of geese in a pool of water near the house. "Are these beau tiful geese yours?" asked the constable of the old lady. "Yia, sir," was the in nocent reply, "them is mine, an' they are all the comfort I have." "Well," said the constable, "I guess I'fr take em," and stripping off his coat, he pro ceeded to capture and tie the geese, a performance which took him several hours. He then made a proud entry into the city. ' A passenokh on the Anfeurn railroad offered the conductor a trade dollar for fare. The conductor examined it and remarked : "I don't want that piece of money." "WelL, give it to the company, then," replied the passenger. Ajteb mt twg iiia enUi rabbit "I'll etl you what it is, Bagster, your rab bits are all two inches too short here- - . lest She Snoeld Fall lfead. Philip Gnyer of PatersoH, N. J., lost a large sum of money by theft recently. He Buspected an old woman in the neighborhood, but did not have suffi cient evidence to warrant his making a complaint against her. What made it the more suspicious was that the woman called every morning to ask Mr. Gnyer if he had got any trace of the thief. The following story is -told by a Pateraon police official : Mr. Gayer ascertained that she was very snperstitons, any the next morning when she called and asked as usual, if there was any news of the thief, he replied : "No; but I expect to know who it was to-night" ." How ?" asked the woman. " Do yon see those three nails?" said Mr. Gnyer, showing the woman three very old and rusty nails. " Well, 'they came from a coffin that has been buried for a hundred years." "The Virgin save us," said the woman. "And do you see that paper?" "I do." " Well, that is a prayer, which I, just got from the priest." " AmFwhat are you going to do with those things ?" " Well," answered Mr. Gnyer, slowly and impressively looking the woman in the face, " to-night at 12 o'clock I am to go into a certain yard whero there is a pear tree. 1 am to nail that prayer to the tree with these three nails. Every time I drive a nail I am to repeat that prayer aloud. When I drive the last nail and repeat the prayer for the last time, the person who stole the money will drop dead." The woman turned pale, and departed without saying a word. That evening, about 8 o'clock, there was a rap at f his front door. He went to the door and there was no one in sight, but on the sill he found a small package containing tho money that had been stolen. A Hatr-Ralslng Episode. A young man was ushered into the parlor where sat his adored one. She was gazing sonlfully into the Are, think ing of him no doubt, but not dream ing of his presence. He tiptoed his ap . proach, and slyly seizing a straggling hair which was coyly nestled m its, blonde beauty ou the scruff of her rounded neck, gently twitched1 it and waited for the sudden start and maidenly blush, a pleased surprise. But not a start, not a surprise. Again he drew it toward him, and again did the fair one continue to gaze thoughtfully in the fire. "Dear girl, she knows not of my presence," he murmured to himself. "How glad she will be to discover her Charles so close behind her ! I will end this surprise;" and gently lifting an auburn curl from the sloping shoulders he gave it a gentle tweak, and, gentle reader, vou mav beiie-e us or not, but truly, as sure as we live he scalped tier. The whole business came off, and then she knew that Charles was there. Shall we draw a veil over the picture? By no means. Charles knew that she wore false hair, and he knew that she knew that he knew it. Besides, the girl was turning thirty and worth millions. Charles was poor) but madly in love. A poor young man, madly in love with a g'rl worth a million, is never partic ular. Dishonest Pension Claim Agents. District Attorney Corkhill in Wash ington has written a letter to Secretary Teller on the fraudulent transactions certain pension claim agents, in which he proposes to make a thorough inves- tigation of the charges rnade by those who have l-u the sufferers. He savf he has lecome satisfied that theMlraud Jury of tho District should give these complaints a thorough investigation, so that innocent men may not lie subject to unjust imputations ami the guilty may be brought to answer them. He thinks the character of the enormous frauds which are being perpetrated upon applicant for pensions by certain claim agents of Washington will, if the alle gations made are sustained by the evi dence, surprise the public, In conclud ing the letter the District Attorney says: "The persons defrauded are poor and comparatively helpless and form a class to whom the country owes special protection. If the representations made to me concerning the devices used to de fraud them f their Little earnings are true, they rival in cunning the artifices of the meet experienced s windier who practice three-card monte and similar games. 11 notmcg eise were tooom niihd bv the investigation it would at least warn soldiers and their widows and 1 : w orphans of their danger and prevent ia future their being- swindled of their money, aad it will vindicate honest agents from unjust suspicion," THE HUMOROUS PAPERS. WHAT WI FIND I THFJM OTKIC. TO n.MII.S TX CZXTS AJCT A MORAL. Her i sUvcv liiBv tav son Looks like ed, it U bUrkcaed to Not a bit like the tMcing one I dropped in my pocket a weak arx Dingy I Yr. IXm't yon think it stoma It houltl ke iU hrrn !& eo thort t Um ? Would wu like to know how rsiae this eh&ng Fur nW wwe to a traod-ucw surer dime? 'ITac cue ts-in)'U and essily told, tint Uf it to luart, O son of mine 1 See if it doe uot moral ho!d For a bright, bra re boy with mxA toahina I dra from my pocktt " vpper peat See, there is the aecrttt : the sOrer dimo, Dntpped in this pv4el by ar ideot, Han rull-d sgauiat coppi all this tim. An.! the cent ii never a 14t more white Nor improved at all br ita company, , While jlit iih . r dime corn out lems bright And it ia queatioui-d, a xoxx e. Now the moral fur Uya ia wrr clear. Ym ee it. iut aou? Well, Uy it to heart And 8-e, I drop" the diver here. An J the copper there ; let them be apart. th k Bor'a aoutxxjCT. Oh. ye, the moral is clear as day, But I thought I waa going to ret that dime i He givea me the moral that' dad's way And iKx-keta the money every tiaM. AX ANCIENT AN WAT. f New Yorker "Talking abojit old horses, the oldest one in America liTes in my State." lliiladidphiau "What is his agv?" New Yorker "It can Ina reliably placed at forty-three years ; an r x-trea. urer of Richmond county says he In heres the animal's ago is not under forty-five years." Philadelphian "Yn don't say so? I should like to see that horse. What street-car line is beon ?" J'hiladclphin Call. RECOGNIZED IT. Just previous to the opening of a late meeting of the Lime Kiln Clnb the Keeper of the Sacred Relics invited all present to enter tho museum and gaze upon a reiic just re ceived from Meridian, Miss., in tho shape of an old-time plantation hoe. Nearly every member of the club tried his best to recognize the hoe as "do werry one" he used to work with thirty years ago, and more than one was affected to tears. The gentleman who so kindly presented the relic has the thanks of the club. Detroit Free Prev. CRUSHED. "How stupid I am," said Birdie Mc Hennepin, languidly, executing at tho anie time quite a respectable yawn act. "That's true," remarked Otis De Smith, rather impulsively. "Sir 1" exclaimed Birdie, "you ay impertinent." "But you yourself just .now asserted that you were stupid." "I only said so without thinking said Birdie, petulently. "Yes, and up to the time you spoke 1 had only thought so without saying if." Hang crape on the door of Miss Birdie. Another lover scratched off the list of . one of the Austin lelles. Texan Sift ing. SOWETHINO MOKE rHEPTT. "I say, Matilda', snarled Mr. Fomw gran ate, "can't you do something more useful thaa to study the fashion jour nal?" "Well, yes' answered Mrs. Tomgrau ate, "I was just thinking that I could do something else." "And what is it, pray?" "I will dress according to it, if you will allow me the money." "I have already made enough allow ancfts for your vanity snd frivolity," was the brutal reply of the Austin husband A wttin Sijting$. OVLT ON THE 8TAOE. "What is this ?" "This, my dear, is a star actor." "Why does he throw his arms in the air, and then slap his hips with his hand and say, 'Me heart is broken' ?" "Oh, that is merely the play. "Then his heart is cot broke V . "Not quite." "Why doe he say me heart' instead of 'my heart' ?" "Becanjie he doesn't know any bettej, child. He baa not studied English suffi ciently to distinguish tetween the objec tive and powelve ewrm," "Shall I say 'me heart,' 'me shoes,' 'me gloves'?" "If you oo, io y dear, I shall have to &on vou." Ecbopean CrrirA Berlin in 191 had a population of 105,000, London had one of 9.'8,Wi and Paris one of 713. Sixty rears hUr Berlin had 1,250, 000, London 4,000,000 and Paris nearly 2,300,000. Berlin, therefore, increased more thaa sixfold, London about four- L fold and Paris s about threefold. The 1 I . . population of Berlin daring the reign of King William has more thaa doubled. Failcbe should be the stepping-stone s'jcee".
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