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4 A c ESTABLISHED IN 1818. IIILLSBORO, N. C. SATURDAY, JAN. 10, '181)1. NEW! SERIES--VOL. X. NO. 13 rt r-7 rv mm 1 VV III III There were in operation in the South in 1859-90 as many as 1,624,335 spin-dk3. () ; :. f T Ciiv.i.i'ivi'., Turkey, i prob ablv oldest man in the world. He .iocuxcuis. to prove that he Lao lived 10' ci'rs- Ac .r'ii")-; to tho Chicago ?mW the int If .;!j-f of Representatives will Lave the i i rr- ' party m ij-rit j irk the history of !. American (Jon "res. The Washington -ir avers that the fish exhibit which this Govcrnmeot pro poses to make at the world's fair in 1893 will be sueli ' that the most picturesque ih bar of the country, can talk about it to his heart's content and not do the bubjy Arthur If. Pitcairn, a son of Canon Piteaim, of Manchester, England, has been eured of epilepsy by a delicate sur gical operation performed in Philadel phia. His skull was opened and some frj.hhleis of broken bone removed which b e! been pressing ou the brain. He has lad n't return of the epileptic syraptoni and ii deemed perfectly eured. Surgi cal ; nee nowadays is accomplishing hi irv' is surpassing anything that the old ,t.eul.:ni';,s or Kosicruciaus dreamed of. "You people of the Kast," says a post trader of New Me'rico, "would laugh to see the way we have public meetings. A man geti up to make a peeeh in English and the interpreter stands besid-i him translating into Spanish along with him, and talking ju.-l as loud and making the same gestures. We don't rjoticc the con fusion. Tie-y, do the same thing when addressing a jury or when a witness test i -ties in roiii t. it. is my belief tht New Mexico w i 1 1 never be a State until they have one oilicial language-" Tie1 raited Stale'-. Mmistei Hp-ident, writing from Copenhagen to the Secre tary of Agiieuiture, states that, Danish pork i p: "fen e d in other countries over that iai-ed in tie- United State?, because Danish swine are slaughtered earlier than ours', hogs usually being fattened and killed at ;i y";ii old. In most European countries a hog weighing -(H) pounds is preferred to tiio- ' of greater weight. There is also a general belief, adds the fwnv York H ",, that American pork is too fat, and that it would be more desir-1 able for table use if it were otherwise. Profess: ir ('nil!, of Concordia C)llege, I'eire Haute, Ind.. is a cousin of Dr. Koch. Some years ago. Professor Crull visited his now distinguished relative in Ueilin, and supplies this description of him: "In personal appearance. Dr. Koch i of medium size, but with a very broad lust, with .blue eyes rather prominent no-e, on which 'a pair of spectacles . i . ...ii t ..ii eisianuy re-i, aiei ua- . iuii wiwu ui I'earn hue. A very high forehead is eu mounted with hair of a similar lustre, and he talks slowly, with a noticeable lip. There are thiee brothers aid one sister of Dr. Koch at present residing in St. Louis, and another brother in Iowa. He mutied Emma Frcnz, the daughter of a clergyman, and has one child, who is wedded to one of his as sistant phyr icians.'' Professor Crull says that when he was a guest at the Koch household the Doctor's brothers had no faith in his skill, and one of them re marked that he "would not trust cat to his care." i j i igny Professor Slnler is"one of the most popular men in the faeultj of Harvard College, and the b iys ai'e always de lighted when tivy can get him to make a speech. After th football victory over the Yale College teini at Springfield there was of course a big "Jollification at Cambridge, aud one of its most .success ful features was a characteristic speech bv Professor Shaler. In the peculiar dnwl for which lie is famous he began: 'I -wish to s y, gentlemen, that many of you have received very low marks. 1 think this is due -somewhat to the football cntlni5ia.sm4-wb.ich has- - been si) prevalent here. I cant say that I blame you, - gentlemen. 1 went to Springfield myseif. I -settled myself quietly on--the- t-ti3 :w i n ' . i iuii--iuc tutu next to me--would not be too boistci ,f-ha. stcrous. Prettv soon I found d gotten up gen.leruen, that my hat was in the air, geu .tlemcu, -and -atrauge to say, geu tlemcn, I didn't seem to care whether it came down a!?ain or , not I intend to go to .Springfield--next year, gentlemen." RENEWAL. Out of the night. Out of the vast and vacant blu . Where the hidden world takes form anew, Glimmers a gathering light. The bud of t he dawn In the empty field of shadow glows, Grows and glows like an opening rosa And the night is over and gonel And the heart is high For the swelling green of tha mountain crest, For the music that sleeps in the robin's nest, And the rose of the eastern slcy ! AT" t e Putnam Osgood, in the Century. NED'S SISTER. Y WILLIAM r. BROWN. Trje old toll-gate seemed to be a place for restful dreaming rather than of rest lc?s living. Even the rumble of a wagon served to mark, more than to disturb, the silence that prevailed. At such fcounds Aunt Narsy would look up from her easy-chair and knitting and say: '"Thar's a team a-comin', Milly Jane." Then Milly would go out to the lever bar in the piazza and appear to watch the coming wagon. But, though she moved lightly, her steps and gestures t-eemed uncertain. In her mild, gray cyoH was a helpless, wavering look, that is only seen when those "windows of the soul'" arc forever closed. For Milly Jane was blind. It must not be thought that she was idle or fret ful, or helpless., or sad. Her slender fingers, alive with the keenest sense of touch, were very busy. There was knit ting, sewing and general housework. The kitchen garden behind the house was also a part of her care. Had her eyes really feasted upon the rich green of the growing plants she would not have handled them with greater nicety. It looked as if between the sharp hoe and the young shoots a mutual trust and rare were exchanged, ret the source was in Milly's heart that was tender toward every liviug thing. Aunt Narsy was fat and slugglish; Uncle Solon hardly ever stayed at the house. Thus it fell upon Milly to attend to the gate. But since the building of the railroad travel had decreased, until the task was easy even for her. The sound of the great wagons was to the blind girl a never-fairing source of interest. They came from the great woild's strange, far-off life, and they crept down into it again, bringing noise and bustle for a moment, and leaving silence behind. She never tired of listening to the ?tamping botses, the rattling wheels, the strange voices that marked each slow passag?. Even the long, white r;ad had its unseen attrac tion. It stretched from town to town a great vein of the world's life, sweep i" lT yet barely touuehiug her own. When the teams would halt for a rest, Milly Jane took great interest in the tired wayfarers, the more so if fam ilies of "movers"' were aloner. She o would nurse the babies, bring sweet cakes for the children and water for the mother?, and listen eagerly to their talk. She always felt as if she knew these people, and it was pleasaut to see how they seemed to like her gentle interest in their behalf. When they were leav ing, she would look after them and lis ten, as if old friends were going out of her life. One night, two men came in a buggy and stopped for supper. Que a mere youth sat on the porch wrapped in a cloak, with his hat pulled over his eyes. The other talked to Uncle Solon in the dining-room, but kept au eye upon the first, saying that Ii3 himself was a con stable and had the lad under arrest on quite a serious charge. . "He do d lare, though, as be ain't guilty; but bless jc! they usually all docs that." "He'll eat a bite, I reckon?" asked Aunt Narsy, uot wanting to see any oae go hungiy. "Says he don't want nothin'. I ast him to come in, but he eem'd backard 'nd I 'low'd I'd humor him." Milly Jane was listening. She did not say anything, but she stole out with a cup of coffee and a biscuit. As she drew near, feeling before her with one hand, the lad on the porch turned his head away. '.Mebbc if you'd eat something," she said, "you'd feel better."1 "No," he returned coldly. "I'm obliged' to ye, but I don't wiu't any thing." There was a lantern over tht gate, and its rsjs shone fully upon her sightless eyes. As she turned to go back, the. lad said interestingly : "Are you blind V Something in his voice startled her ; she seemed to listen closely. Then she smiled. 4 ' Yes but I don't mind it. Every body is so kind.'' "Did you always live here?"' he asked. "I was raised up in the Blue Ridge under old Hnow Bird Mountain. But after mother died, brother Ned went off. Then Uncle Solon come and took me away. The boy uttered a groan. "I'm afraid you ain't well,'' she said. 4 Do try and eat something." "No, I can't eat,'' he replied in a low tone. "So you had a brother named Ned?'' "Yes Iwas little then. Ned wa3 older, but he was such a good brother." She had turned her face, but he saw tears in the gentle, unseeing, eyes. He muttered something and strove to rise, but sank back again. "What's that?" cried Milly Jane. M ast your pardon, but I thought I thought'' "How what do vou mean?" "I don't know. Talkin' of Ned set me to fancyin' things, I reckon. I'm al ways a lookin' for him back." " !Nd yet you can't sec,'' said the lad in a broken voice. "There's some things I can look for 'thout bein' able to see," she returned, in a gently seproving tone. "Do you reckon he'll ever come?" Tm most sure on it. Uncle Solon says not; but ever since I was big enough to know, I've ast God to send hi, nd some time he'll be obleeged to come. The joung man's face sank still lower. At last he said : "S'pose when he do come he he comes like me?" "He won't be that way," she replied, piietly. "Ned mout be wild, but he wouldn't do in no sech way." Then she laid her hand upon his cloak. "Mebbe you didn't reely do any thing if" "No no!" he cried. "I've been reck less, but I never did what they think I did . " There vras a pause, then he asked : "If your brother should ever come back, what would you want him to do?" "I'm ouite happy here," she said, softlv, "but I think I'd like for Ned 'nd me to be together again, always just as we used to be. He's been gone a master while. Sometimes I wonder bow old he'll be when I see him again." The prisoner sighed so deeply as tj again draw her attentiou. "You're very porely. If you'd only eat" "Milly Milly Jane," called Aunt Narsy from the kitcnen. "What's gone with the child?" "I mustgo," she said; but as she put out her hands to return, he moved sud- i denly, then restrained himself. "Milly Jane," he whispered, "don't vou forget your brother Ned. . Don't ye stop lookin' for him ! One of these days he'll come imck he may need you wuss'n you do him." The constable and Uncle Solon bustled into the piazza, and Milly, withthese words ringing in her ears, went into the house. "Better stay all night," said the gate keeper. "No, I must keep on to Danville, to night. I always feel safer when I've got a man under lock 'nd key." The buggy rolled away. The blind girl wondered at herself, that she had spoken so freely of her brother to a stranger. "But somehow that pore boy made i me think of Ned," she reflected. "God ain't hard -hearted He'll fetch my brother back some time." II. At the little town of Scooby, in North Carolina, a young man lay in jail wait ing for his trial. He denied his guilt, though he owned he had led a wild, un settled life. He told a straight story about the horse he was charged with taking, but was not believed, as the ani mal itself could not be found. One day a stranger rode up to the court-houses went in and asked for the sheriff. Taking that officer aside, he said : "This boy you have in jail here it not guilty. He hired that hcrse for me; but you haven't got the nag back yet, I gueas ?' ' "No, we haven't; but " "Look outside, and see if that is not the animal." 'That certainly is Jim Forster'a horse or its shadder said the sheriff, sooe- what perplexed. "The lad told a straight tale, bat we didn't inow how true it was. "Jut so; but he is clear. If any one is to blame, it's I. I'm ready to pay all costs and charges." "Weli but who are you?" "Here are papers that will prove who and what I am. You see there has been some oil boring going on down in these hills, and I was sent down from tha North by a rival company to watch things. I lay around quiet for a .month, when they made a strike. I was thirty miles from nil or telegraph, and bad to get there at once to send the news. So I got this lad, whom none of you know, to hire the best horse to be had for love or money. Then I took the horse, paid him off and we parted. When I got to Knock V Ridge, the nearest station, I found I would hive to keep on to Richmond. I left the aorse, wrote back to Forster and went oi by rail. Next I read in the papers that the horse was missing id the poor boy in jail under a charge of j .taking it; so back . I came to Knock Ridge, found the horse and here I am. I guess my letter must have gone wrong, as no one had been to get the nag." These facts being proved, and all charges paid, the youth was at onco released. Then the stranger, whoso name as Derrick, took the boy aside and said: "My lad, I'm sorry I was the means of getting you into this scrape, for you did me a favor. If you care to go North with me and buckle down to steady work, I'll put you in the way of making a man of yourself." "I'll go," said the lad, "on one con ditibn." "I hope it, is a good one." "So do I, sir. I've been goia1 down hill 'nd I know it; but the other day I met some one who has always belived in me through thick 'nd thin. If I go with you, it is only to come back by-'nd-by, when I've done something to .show her Go1 bless her! that she was right." The shrewd Northern man looked puzzled, but soon smiled and held but his hani. "I see no harm in that. Only stick to this resolve, and you'll come out all solid vC" III. It was winter at the toll-gate. With bad weather and wor-c roads, the tolU decreased and times grew harder. Aunt Narsy, fleshy and quite helpless, did little else bu'W worry. Uncle Solon's view of things was now more gloomy than ever. If Milly did not despond, it vaa because of a hope time failed to banish, aud a faith reason could not de stroy. Had she been as the wise are, she might have learned to despair; but be ing in many things like a babe, she worked and; waited, and; was not un happy. But it chanced tint, o-jp blustery night, another buggv drew up at the j gate and as Milly Jane came out, a well dressed lad jumped down and clasped her in his arms. At the first sound of bis voice she shrank back, saying t "It it's the prisoner " "No, Milly no prisoner now thank God! It's brother Ned come back never to leave you again, if you'll let him etay." ' Milly put up her hands and felt his face, hia bead, his arm, while a mute questioning shone in hery sightless eye?. Then, as the welcome truth at last made itself felt, her face rippled into smiles. Ned Ned!" she cried, pulling. him into the rogn, where Aunt Narsy was making coffee and Uncle Solon lay propped up with pillows. "I knew he'd come the good Lord Va'n't goin' to keep him from me always.'" Yankee Blade. A New Tropical Fruit. Carl Willing of the Government nun cry has sent to this office a specimen of a new fruit, which reembles a large yel low guava more than anything ve have. The seed, however, grows on the outside on the flower end of the frait, and re KTirnble a thick kidnev bein. The tree grows abundantly in the West Indies and overshadows it. He p.,! his "Land to South America, in size rat'asr small, like his forehead in graceful oriental saiuta thc guava. In Brazil it is called caju, i tion, and begs you in broken French or and in the West Indies cashew. We ! Spanish if yo-: do not understand Ara have not had a fair chance to test its j bict to consHer hi houe and all that it quality as a frait, but should p! ;ata 11 test of alosgside the Tahttan vi or the fines our largo guavas. Hon. Joseph Marsd brought some of the seeds of this fruit from the West Indios several years ago, ani these trees probably sprung from tbsni UonoMu Airertittr. ORIENTAL LADIES. IT 19 POSSIBLE TO SEE THEM. BUT NOT AT ALL EASY. Interesting Things About the Homes and thV Home L.if of the People ot Mohammedan Countries Inquisitive Beauties. Even under the prevailing iron system of seclusion the bcautica of Islam are not wholly cut off from the; civilized world. Men, indeed, arc absolutely forbidden to approach them, and so strict is this pro hibition that it extends j itself not merely to foreigners and unbelievers, but to those of their own race and creed arid eveu to their nearest relations. From the day of her marriage to the dai' of her death a Moslem bride must never see or be seen t . by any man save her husband. But witb lady visitors it is quite a different matter. Seldom, indeed, does the most jealous and fanatical of Mussulman huslands ob ject to admit them to the society of hi wives, and, in fact, such visits are often looked upon by the honest Bluebeard ic the light of a favor rajther thanau affront, inasmuch as it keeps his own ladies in good humor for the time being aud eaves him the trouble of doing anything to entertain them. i j Let us suppose that you are a European or American lady traveling along the North African seaboard and ttbont to jay a visit to the caged beauties in the home of some great Moorish dignity in Mo rocco. Following the two tall, red capped, white-frocked Moorish soldiers sent to conduct' you, you thread vout ': way through a erfbweb of narrow, gloomy, filthy lanes, almost blocked at times bv j heaps of dust and garbage, among which i . ; . nuniners oi gaunt, wolUsli logs are root ing hungrily. Meanwhile your two guide clear the way, for your horse "or "donkey through the eddying whirl of men, boys, camels, asses, horses and old women In constant shouts of "( heloh! cheloh!'"! (look out) and remorseless punches with j the brass-shod butts of their rirls. j At length you halt in front of a hih. I & " ! ,jnre indowiess wall, the only visible j opening in which is a deep, shadowy j porch of the key-shaped form, peculiar to fsaracente architecture, edged with curious fretwork, and brilliantly paint ed with alternate stripes of crimson and blue. This leads into a marble paved quadrangle with a tiny fountain splashiug and tinklijig in the centre the. "natio'' of the Spaniards, iu fact, borrowed by them from their Moorish conquerors. Shady mlonuades run along its four sides, above which are cloistered parages protected by screens of TfttTicc work. And now you discover why the outside of a Moorish house i-, always windowless, for with a 'jealous prccau- tion thoroughly characteristic of th' East all the windows open upon the in ner court ! ! Visitors being frequently received in thecourt itself, it is strewn with mats or carpets and shaded "from the weather bv a colored awning, which mbdues the burning African sunshine into a rich summer gloom of purplt twilight, such as that which hll the aisles of some vast cathedral. Beyond this; lies a spacious saloon, with a richly carpeted fkor aud a paneled ceiling, for which any Venr tiau noble of the fourteenth century would gladly have given half his ycaily revenue. 2s"o chairs an-jto be seen, but the soft cushions scattered about the or and the velvet or damask bolsters placed along the sides of; the room show wneie tne inmates are wnt to souat- oi recline. The upper part; of tb- wall is frescoed with appropriate text- from tb Koran in quaint, arrowy Eastern char acters, while along thrj Jower part da mask hangings of white,! scarlet or blue mask the doorways of several bedroom- from which three or four tps of pol ihed white m.irble lead down into the saloon itself Suddenly the hancings of a curtained archway at the far end of the room an thruit aside, and the master of the house in person comes forward jto greet vou a ; stately old Eastern gentleman in flowing Moorish robe, whose lung i!ky beard i as white as the rnauv f-ld'jd turban that it ( . . . ... -oma,ns a ynir waich J" Mare requeued to "honor with the touch en i of your foot the threshold f his home." j Following the old gentleman's guid ' j ance, you are led through a maze of dark j passage and low doorways till you feel ! as if play a: - a acver-cadbg gamv cf hide-and-seek. At length you halt be fore a flight of broad marble steps lead ing up to a high archway, through the curtains of which come the ripple of fe male voices and the silver tinkle of girl ish laughter. Beside the stops stand like bronze statues two gigantic black 1 Si.avft?, gorgeous in white and crimson, with drawn swords gleaming in their huge bony hands. But at the sight of the "master" and the "Faringhi kha noom" (foreign lady; the sabres are low ered in salute, the curtains fall back and you are ushered iuto the midst of a scene which appears to have come bodily out of the "Arabian Nights. ' Before you lies a large and lofty room, the shadowy interior of which looks de lightfully ool aud shaded, after tho blistering glarejmtside. The rich Per siau carpets leave enough of the floor un covered to let you admire to the full one of those, miracles of ornamental Mosaic which are still the wonder of all who visit the Taj Mahal or the Alhambra. From the vaulted roof hang splendid silver lamps of the kind familiar to those who have seen t he mosques of Tun is and Cairo. Tall vases filled with gorgeous flowers .stand ranged along either fide of the entrance, ami above the silken hangings that clothe the low er walls rows of stately arches rise in all the splendor of their fretwork, lighting up with one great rainbow the dim and dreamy twilight of that enchanted palace. At the. 'far end of the apartment is a small, high roofed alcove, raised Home- what above the rest oi the room, from which it is separated by a movable silver balustrade f-omcwhat like a large turn stile. This recess is lighted by a swing ing lamp of embossed gold, tilled with perfumed oil, the oft light of which is flashed back in a thousand sparkles from the counties tiny mirrors that cover like scales the whole surface of the wall. In the alcove sit or recline upon soft cushions about a dozen women (some of them not yet past girlhood representee all types, from the sleek, tiger like beauty of the Circassian to the heavy, expressionle-s features ' of the West African .laloof. At first sight they look like an airy cloud of white drapery, and only by degrees do you take iu the de tails of the long white veil swathed round the forehead and floating down the back, the loose, widc-slccved em broidered jacket over a thin white bodice, the. broad jeweled girdie, the trousers of rle.sh-c olored rilk and the dainty little pointed fdippers, stiff with gold lace and richly embroidered witb seed pearls. , Just at first they are rather shy of you, but this soon wears off, and when freed from the overawing presence of their - portly lord and master, they crowd around you and chatter to you like children, ex hibiting with childih pleasure the jewels, chains and bracelets which hang on their smooth ne ks and louud arms it thickly as tinsel on n Christmas doll. The first thing to be done is to give you some green tea, which replaces toffee in Morocco. The sprig of mint that floats 1 in it is almost as great an addition as the lemon juice ucd in Ibi'sia. while tho ac companying sweet meats of almond paste, mixed with sugar and orange flower? bruised into honey, are equally novelties in their way, and the quaint little handle less cup", set like- flowerpots' in silver stands. would make any collector's mouth water. - . s When you have drank your three cups (the regulation number iu Morocco) the the ladies offer you a long pipe of East ern tobacco flavored with rec water, and express great surprise at your r.-ftml. Then thcyw begin to criticise your dress . which they examin- with marked inter est and diguicd amazement nhilc ask ing vou all ort of qu'tions, aud when th- time comes for, you to depart you vou hardly know . which to won der a nvt the extreme ' ignorance riend or their in.tiablt f '.J tj t Li V cunositv. Cromwell's Baby Clothes. Oliver Cromwell na really -Ece a baby, his baby-clothes are etili to l-;s.-er at the famous hour of Chequers, in Buckinghamshire. - They ate carefully chrrihed by th jreat u-vner. The costly atin robe in -which he Chr:.fc tenet has smrc been med for ma-ny o Hi descendant. cll as for tho babies ! of the family thit now ovm Chequer. glx tinv raps, walloped round the edg hw witU libbon that now vet- ! low with age, form part of th': collec- I tion. London t rr. 1 ! A gaetronomiC noveity is a ptMOing iSitfXt of wedding cake
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