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WL» HILLSBORO, N. C. THURSDAY, MAY 5, 1898.
NEW SERIES-VOL. XVII. NO. 20.
A QUERY.
me! and what is life?
An ardent, anxious, checkered race
With Time, a little breathing space
Of care and strife.
And whither does it lead?
Alas! poor fools, we little know
U To what sad goal or bitter woe
Our courses speed.
And wherefore is it so?
Why should we struggle, fight and die,
Not knowing whence we come, or why,
Or whither go?
—J. Sansome, in Frank Leslie’s Popular Monthly.
Oh, why should I repine?
To Him who marks the sparrow’s fall
Shall I not leave my life, my all—
Ay, even mine?
Iff death be life, indeed,
Why should we longer tarry here,
Beset by hope and doubt and fear-
Why not be freed?
T was the first really
cold day of winter.
There had been
sharp winds and
frosty nights before,
but this day was
bitterly blustering.
Along the frozen
road, giving thun
derous notice of its
approach, chattered
a blue farm wagon, drawn by a white
horse, which was driven by a tall man,
who wore on his head a large green
hood of the pumpkin variety.
Every one who saw him pass, on the
way to his wood lot, said or thought:
“Joel Bennett has got out his punkin
hood.” And some of the men looked
after him almost enviously as they
paused to rub their tingling ears.
After Joel Bennett’s mother died,
leaving him alone in the old house,
the neighbors wasted a great deal of
sympathy on him. The women of
fered to do his mending, and on bak
ing days sent him pies and dough
nuts. But when he told them that he
could probably mend fully as well as
they could, and when they found that
he gave their cooking to the pig, they
sympathized less, and contented them
selves with buying his batter, which
was of excellent quality.'
With all his independence, how
ever, he had one weak point; he could
not resist Miss Serena Bowen’s gin
gersnaps. He had tried repeatedly to
make them himself, but, although at
times he felt encouraged and had
hopes of mastering the art, he finally
gave it up in disgust, and vowed, amid
a blue cloud of smoke which was
ascending from a panful of rounds of
carbon, that he never would attempt
the impossible again.
So every week he carried eggs and
butter to Miss Serena Bowen and
bartered them for her gingersnaps.
And she would remark to her tortoise-
shell cat, after he was gone: “I don’t
see how that man manages to con
sume such a quantity.”
It was five years now since, with
the remark, “I have froze my ears
once too often,” Joel had adopted the
headdress before mentioned.
The old green hood began to show
the effect of wear. There were places
where the green outside had worn off
and showed the white cotton batting
inside. It was also evident that this
threatened dissolution caused Joel
some anxiety, for jin one place there
was sewed on, with large, laborious
stitches, a patch of thick black cloth,
which, in contrast with the faded
green of the surrounding territory,
could be seen for nearly half a mile.
Everybody noticed this dilapidated
mdition, and felt sorry for Joel. “I
Ander if he’ll wear that old thing
. ct year,” said Miss Serena. And
i she looked about the cozy room
that served for her little bakery she
sighed, for some unaccountable rea
son.
Spring came, and for some little
time Joel had worn a hat, while the
Pankin hood hung on a hook in his
back entry. Then one day toward
the end of April Joel decided that it
was time to pack it away for the sum
mer.
He took it down and looked at it
dubiously. “‘I’ll have to mend you,”
he said, and preparatory to the un
dertaking he took it out of doors and
hung it on the clothesline by its two
strings to air.
Miss Serena Bowen, passing along
the road, was a witness to this act.
That evening Joel had finished his
day s work and was sitting in comfort
in his kitchen reading. On the stand
beside him was his lamp and a plate
of gingersnaps. Every so often he
would put out his hand mechanically,
take one of them and eat it slowly as
he read. The last bite he invariably
gave to the large black cat that sat on
his knees. It was evident that he
was taking solid comfort.
But presently, when his hand groped
on the empty plate and failed to find
what it sought, he roused up. A de
termined, almost grim look came on
his face, and he put the cat on the
floor with scant ceremony.
He went into another room and
came back'with a work basket and
some patches. He put them on the
table', threaded a needle with much
difficulty and then went out to get the
punkin hood.
Yet why do I deplore
My present lot? If Godso will
That I should tarry longer still
Need I ask more?
And if this life be sad
Will death no brighter prospect bring?
Will it not lose the only sting
It might have had?
And if to die be gain
Will not my gain be greater still
To leave the world with all its ill
And all its pain?
It was gone.
He groped along the whole length
of the clothesline, but it was empty.
He lighted his lantern and searched
all the yard, but in vain.
Joel felt his loss keenly, buthekept
it to himself, and no one suspected
what had befallen him. He was a
forehanded person, and he determined
that before much time had passed he
would have another hood.
He got the materials, and thereafter
his evenings were spent in a desperate
tussle with the problem of hoodmak
ing. At such times Miss Serena’s
gingersnaps were the only mitigating
feature of his night labors. Joel’s dis
position gave way under the strain and
the black cat learned to flee his pres
ence.
The 1st of May came and the hood
was still unfinished.
One night, when Joel was surround
ed by cotton batting, cloth, needles
and thread, there came a gentle knock
at his door. He had been annoyed
before by boys rapping and then dis
appearing. Now he was glad of the
diversion, and he started for the door
in hot haste.
He sped out into the night and up
the road. In the distance he could
see a black figure. How he ran!
In' a few minutes he overtook the
figure, and, catching it by the shoul
ders, shook it vigorously. “I’ll teach
you to come knocking at my door,” he
said, fiercely.
“Oh!” gasped the victim. “I didn’t
mean for you to know I did it.”
At the sound of that voice Joel’s
arms dropped .at his sides, and just
then the moon shone out from behind
some clouds and sho ved Joel Bennett
and Serena Bowen to each other.
To think of her doing it,” said
Jo as he went sadly home. “I
wouldn’t a’ thought it.”
When he reached his door he paused.
There was something hanging to the
knob.
He took it off and carried it into
the house.
It was a beautiful brown punkin
hood, quilted with tiny stitches. In
side it were a quantity of gingersnaps
and a bunch of carnation pinks.
For full five minutes Joel stood
looking at these things, then he said:
“To think of her doing it. I wouldn’t
a’ thought it!”
Then with a beaming face he gath
ered up his unfinished hood and the
pieces of cloth and cotton batting and
put them in the stove.
While he was fixing the pinks in a
vase he was struck by an enlightening
thought. “Why, she stole the old one
off the line for a pattern.”
He took out the gingersnaps and
going to the glass tried on the new
hood. It was very becoming.
Then, in thoughtful silence, he ate
a gingersnap and gave the last bite to
the black cat.
It was a week later that Joel was in
Mias Serena’s little bakery.
“Yes,” she was saying, “I am tired
this morning. Things didn’t go well
yesterday, and there is so much to
fret about, trying to suit everybody.”
Joel cleared his throat and spoke
hesitatingly. “Would it—would it be
easier if you should only suit one?”
he asked.
Miss Serena blushed beautifully as
she answered, very low: “Yes, I
think it would.”—Chicago Record.
Gladstone’s Malady.
Gladstone’s malady is almost exact
ly like that from which Bismarck has
suffered so long, facial neuralgia and
deep mental depression being the
chief symptoms in both cases. The
English statesman, however, is hardly
likely to give the same explanation of
his pains as was recently propounded
by the grimly humorous Teuton. One
day, when the latter was obliged to
sit for hours with his fingers pressed
hard against his cheeks for the sake
of getting a little relief, he is said to
have remarked: “This is pnly just;
in my life I have sinned most with
my mouth—eating, drinking and
talking. ”
Journey of a Bullet.
In the fight in the Saran Sar pass in
Northwest India, a rifle bullet fired
by the enemy entered the muzzle of a
Sepoy’s rifle, penetrating nine inches
down the barrel. The Lee-Melford
rifle is of .303 calibre.
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DOGS OF GREAT SAG ACHY
INSTANCES SHOWING THAT THEY
USED THEIR BRAINS.
Tricks of a Dos That Wanted His Tin
ner and of One That Wanted Homage
and Sweetmeats—Remarkable Exhibi-
tions of HeasOilihg Powers in Animals.
“The physical expressions which
animals employ to manifest their pas
sions, requirements, distresses, and
emotions,” said a naturalist in the New
York Sun, “are precisely similar to
man’s. They caress with their lipsand
limbs; show resentment by facial dis
tortion, bites, and kicks, and fear by
a tremor; they leap with joy, loll with
thirst, lag with fatigue, and attack for
revenge and reprisals. Even fishes,
with their poor, deficient bodies, are
able to manifest many apparent men
tal operations in a manner intelligible
to man as well as to one another.
“There is no end to the authentica
ted instances of animal sagacity indi
cating premeditation, plan, purpose,
sense of duty, prudence, gratitude,
method, judgment. Animals memor
ize, They cherish malice, they dream
in their sleep, they can count, they
have a sense of injustice, a conscious
ness of error, and notions of forgive
ness and reparation. Animals medi
tate. Dogs have been seen to sit in a
fit of such abstraction that no one
could engage their attention, and pre
sently start off with an impetus that
showed plainly there was mental im
pulse behind it. A friend of mine had
a setter dog so intelligent that at a cer
tain hour every day he carried a coin,
inclosed in an envelope by his master,
to the butcher’s shop, deposited the
money on the counter, and got in re
turn meat for his dinner. One day
the dog’s master, being very busy, did
not put up the coin as usual, and the
dog, after waiting some time and seeing
that there didn’t seem to be any chance
of his getting his dinner, went away.
An hour or so later the butcher came
into my friend’s store and told him
that there was no money in the enve
lope the dog had brought over that
day. The dog’s master informed the
butcher that he hadn’t sent the dog
with an envelope that day, and was
astonished to hear that the dog had
visited the butcher’s carrying an en
velope as usual. The dog had put
down the envelope, got his meat and
scampered out of the store as if in a
great hurry, something he had never
done before. Every time before that
he had brought his meat into his mas
ter’s store and eaten it there. This
time he had not been seen since he
went away. His master looked him
up, and found him lying in the grass
behind the store, and in response to
his master’s call the dog came to him,
a most shame-faced looking animal,
his hanging head and drooping tail
betraying the guilty feeling he had.
The dog, having seen that his master
wasn’t inclined that day to give him
his n lal envelope inclosing the coin,
had picked up one somewhere about
the store, taken it over to the butch
er’s, and, getting his meat, scampered
away before the cheat could be dis
covered. Heknew he had done a wrong
thing, and that if he took the meat to
the store as he had always done be
fore he would be found out at once,
and when his master called him he
hadn’t the face to try and hide his
guilt.
“I had a Newfoundland dog once
that one day bravely rescued a child
from the water at a seaside resort
where I was stopping. The act was
rewarded by much carressing and
petting of the dog, and by his being-
fed generously with candy, of which
he was extremely fond. This ceased
after a day or two, and then one day
the news came to me that a little girl
had fallen from the end of the pier and
that Ponto had rescued her. Again
the dog became for a time a great hero,
and the best of bonbons came again.
This in turn became a thing of the
past, and then, the very next week,the
dog rescued another child that had
fallen from the pier. Petting and
candy followed this third noble act,
and when they again ceased only a
couple of days passed before Ponto
had brought safely ashore another
child that had tumbled into the water
from the pier. , Now, it began to
strike me as something odd that the
dog should happen to be so oppor
tunely present on these critical occa
sion, and when he ceased being the
petted hero after this fourth life-sav
ing effect I kept a slyeyeon him. The
pier was a favorite play spot for the
children, although so many of them
had fallen into the water, and one day
I saw Ponto strolling down there to
join them. I followed without his
knowing it. He mingled with the
children, and before long I saw him
deliberately, in apparent play, edge a
little boy toward the side of the pier
and actually pushed him off into the
water. Then he jumped in after the
boy and easily carried him the short
distance to the shore. The scoundrel
was actually making a practice of
tumbling children l:rom thepier and
magnanimously saving them, just to
receive the homage and praise and
sweetmeats of the grateful and admir
ing guests. I shipped this Jekyll and
Hyde dog back to New York that very
day. Now, if he hadn’t reasoned all
that sly business out and acted on his
conclusions, I don’t ’know what it
might be called,”
HOW WILD ANIMALS DIE.
Hunger Gets Theui, Even If They Escape
the Gun or Spear.
What becomes of all the dead birds
and ^riinl^? Some of them, hast
ened in their exists by villainous salt
petre, go into cooking pots or yield up
their blood-dabbled feathers for wo
man’s adornment. But how about
those who die a natural death?
It is the rarest thing to find the
bodies of wild animals, except such as
have plainly died in conflict or by
accident. At salt-licks the ground is
often covered with the bones of ani
mals who have been killed in fights
with each other.
In tropical countries the bodies of
dead animals rapidly decay and their
smaller bones are devoured by greedy
beasts of the pig and hyena types.
But the same scarcity of animal re
mains is noted in the Arctic regions,
where decay is almost unknown. Here
big beasts like the Siberian mammoth
have been “cold-storaged” for many
centuries, and actually eaten at the
last.
But each succeeding spring does, as
might be expected, disclose the skele
tons of birds or animals who have
died during the year and been buried
by the snow. Yet birds swarm by the
millions in summer on the Arctic
tundra and seals, reindeer, foxes,
walruses and other land and water
animals are there. Nordenskiold
notes this strange absence of “self-
dead” polar animals. Not one did he
see, though there were plenty of traces
of man’s wanton waste of life in crea
tures dead of gunshot wounds. “The
polar bear and the reindeer,” he
writes, “are found in hundreds, the
seal, walrus and white whale in thou
sands, and birds in millions. These
birds must die a ‘natural death’ in
untold numbers. What becomes of
their bodies?”
It is strange that on Spitzbergen it
is easier to find the vertebra of a
gigantic lizard of ’the Trias than the
bones of a seal, walrus or bird which
has met a natural death.
It is probable that animals almost
universally hide themselves when they
feel the pangs of approaching death.
Their chief foe is hunger, coupled
with old age. Distemper kills foxes
and wolves as well as domestic dogs
and cats. Chills and heart disease
count animal as well as human victims.
Old animals die of indigestion,
especially when their teeth become
too poor to permit of chewing their
food.
Tumors, diphtheria and consump
tion are frequent animal complaints,
and anthrax, influenza, glanders and
cholera claim their share. Rabies
comes in epidemics among wild ani
mals as well as tame ones. It was so
common among foxes in 1830 to 1838
in France and SwitzerlarW^that fox
hunts were organized oar'the protec
tion of domestic animals.
All this, however, doesn’t explain
what becomes of the dead animals.
Perhaps that will cease to be a mys
tery when we find out where all the
pins and shoe buttons go.—New York
World.
W, SE ^0505.
Education is a mental mariner.
Vanity is the yeast cake of pride.
Reading is planting seed thoughts.
Character is the mirror of thought.
Effort converts the ideal into the
real.
Moderation is a check to presump
tion.
The past is the shoolmaster of the
future.
Reason is the dissecting knife of
thought.
True politeness is kindness kindly
expressed.
Make education a science and it -will
become an art.
The true prophet is seldom a
prophet to his own people.
If stolen dollars would burn, there
would be some hot pockets.
Sympathy is the channel in which
the current of a man’s thought runs.
Tolerance is good, so far as it goes,
but it has no place between equals
and friends.
There is a vast difference between
speaking “one to another,” and one
about another. 3
Some men blow their own trumpets
by praising in others what is most
conspicuous in themselves.
It is one thing to survey yourself
with pride, and quite another to ex
plore your heart with humility.
Without first making everything
else, God would have been without a
language with which to speak to man.
—Ram’s Horn.
The Drink a Man Needs.
An average man requires fifty-nine
ounces of food per diem. He needs
thirty-seven ounces of water for drink
ing, and in breathing he absorbs
thirty ounces of oxygen. He eats as
as much water as he drinks, so much
of that fluid being contained in vari
ous foods. In order to supply fuel
for running the body machine and to
make up for waste tissue he ought to
swallow daily the equivalent of twenty
ounces of bread, three ounces of po
tatoes, one ounce of butter and one
quart of water. The body of a man
weighing 154 pounds contains ninety-
six pounds, or forty-six quarts, of
water.
Heart wounds, -
Several instances in Which Patients
Have Recovered;
The, murder of the actor Terriss has
directed public attention very strong
ly to the subject of wounds of the
heart, and professional interest is
aroused by the important fact that,
notwithstanding the extent of the
wounds “which pierced the heart
right through/’ the murdered man
lived close upon an hour; The cases
in which patients suffering from small
wounds of the heart have lived for
some time, and have even recovered,
are by no means rare. A case was re
ported to the Clinical Society last
year in which a man who had been
stabbed over the third left costal carti
lage, and had suffered severely from
hemorrhage, died seventy-nine days
after the injury from general causes,
and after death a scar was found in
the right ventricle, showing that that
the heart had been penetrated. But
much more severe injuries of the
heart may be recovered from.
Muhlig relates the case of a man
who was stabbed with a stiletto on the
left side of the sternum. For a time
his life was despaired of, but he re
covered, and returned to his employ
ment; and on his death, from other
causes, ten years later, it was found
that the pericardium was intimately
adherent to the heart, and that there
was a rounded opening on the inner
surface of the right ventricle admit
ting the little finger, and a corre
sponding hole in the inter-ventricular
septum leading into the left ventricle.
It is, however, very important from
a medico-legal point of view to remem
ber that after large wounds of the
heart patients have been known to
walk or run some considerable dis
tance after the receipt of the injury.
An instance is on record in which a
stag, the auricle of whose heart had
been practically destroyed, ran fifty or
sixty yards. Taylor relates the fol
lowing case: The keeper of a disre
putable house was tried in Glasgow in
the year 1819 for the murder of a
sailor by shooting him through the
chest. The auricles and part of the
aorta next to the heart were “shat
tered to atoms” by the slugs and
brass nails with, which the piece was
charged; and, in the opinion of the
medical witnesses, the deceased must
have dropped down dead on the mo
ment that he received the shot. The
body was found in the street, and the
door of the prisoner’s house was
eighteen feet up an entry; so that it
followed, if the medical opinion was
correct, that the prisoner must have
run after the deceased, and shot him
in the street. It was, however, urged
and proved that he had shot the de
ceased through the door of his own
house, while the latter was attempting
to enter by force.. There was, in fact,
a stream of blood from the door to
the spot where the body lay. The
prisoner was acquitted. But many
very extraordinary instances of the
persistence of life after injury to the
heart are on record; for example, one
of a man who lived for twenty days
with a skewer traversing the hear!
from side to side, and another of a
boy who lived for five weeks with a
piece of wood three inches long in his
right ventricle.—London Hospital.
Oregon Sends Its Carp East.
At last a market has been found fol
carp, and if it only proves adequate tc
the supply which can be furnished,
the number of carp in this section will
soon be reduced. Mr. Reeder, ol
Sauvie’s Island, says there are now
three men fishing for carp in the out
let' of Sturgeon Lake, and they sell
their catch to a dealer in Portland for
two cents per pound, to be frozen and
shipped East. If the fish find a ready
market and the sale increases there
will soon be many more persons fish
ing for them.
When the water is rising the carp
rush up the river into the lake, and
when the water begins to fall the sa
gacious fish rush out again. They
are caught in a bag or purse nets set
in the outlet of the lake, and by
turning the nets around as the flow of
the water changes they are caught “a-
comin’ or a-gwine.”
The lake and sloughs on Sauvie’s
Island are swarming with carp, and
there is no end to the quantity that
can be taken. Carp grow to weigh
forty pounds or more and it is said
that some weighing forty pounds have
been seen in Sturgeon Lake, but the
largest seen in the market here
weighed a little over twenty-five
pounds. If the Eastern people will
eat carp, they can have all they want
at low rates from this section.—Port
land Oregonian.
” Thicker Shoes.
Women have made a great advance
in the matter of being properly shod
for walking. We can remember when
paper soles and silk stockings were
quite as often seen on a winter pave
ment as anything more sensible. Now
they wear a thicker sole. As a conse
quence, red cheeks have taken the
place of blue noses; and though the
family physician may have a fee or
two less, we know of nobody else who
can grumble. Ah! we forgot—the
shoemaker. He tells us, that since
ladies took to thick soles he sells only
one pair of boots where he used to sell
two. So that, as a matter of economy,
it seems the ladies have reason to con
gratulate themselves on this blessed
reform,—New York Ledger,.
LIFE’S SUMMARY.
What have we won? Old aga and silvered,
hair;
Some small successes that we never
sought;
Some blessings that, though sweet, we
yearned not for;
Some victories for which we never fought.
What have we done? Worn out our youth’s
desires,
Its high ambitions and its earnest will 1
In vain endeavor. Then, all longing past,
Wesee our days with unsought duties All.
Yet, after all the failure and defeat,
The broken hopes, th® joys that would
not stay,
Grown strong with strife, our souls rejoice,
and own
The way God led us was a blessed way.
—Adelaide D. Reynolds, in Christian Regis
ter.
PITH AND POINT.
“He’s rather timid, is he not?”
“Very. Why, he’s so timid that he’s
scared by war-scares!”—Puck.
He—“Then I go—and for ever.”
She—“Very well! But don’t call to
morrow evening; for I sha’n’t be in.”
—Life.
Watts—“Bixley is a] sad wag.”
Potts—“Especially when none will
laugh at his jokes.”—Indianapolis
Journal.
Mrs. B.—“The lady Dabbs is go
ing to marry is highly intellectual.
She speaks three languages.” Mr. B.
(condolingly)—“Poor Dabbs.”—Bos
ton Traveler. ,
“The jury were but several days,,
and then failed to agree.” “That
shows the folly of masculine juries—a
jury of women would have disagreed
much sooner than that.’’—Tit-Bits.
She—“I know there’s something
I’ve forgotten to buy.” He—“That’s
just what I thought.” She—“Why
did you think so?” He—“Because
you have some money left.”—Tit-
Bits.
She—“I suppose the underground
road will be run by electricity?” He
—“You can’t tell. Electricity will
probably be a back-number by the
time the underground road is built.”
—Puck.
The Sitting One—“Jones is so
near-sighted he once took a man for a
giraffe.” The Standing One—“That’s
nothing. I once took a lady for a
sail.”—Browning, King & Co.’s
Monthly.
' Lady—“Now that you have par-
taken of a good dinner, are you equal
to the task of sawing some wood?”
Tramp—“Madam, equal is not the
proper word; I’m superior to it.”—
Chicago News.
“Steam has rendered man inestima
ble service,” remarked the observer
of men and things, “and women, also,
since it has enabled her to open her
husband’s letters without his knowing
it. ”— Detroit Journal.
Her Adorer—“May I marry your
daughter, sir?” Her Father—“What
do you"waut to marry for? You don’t
know when you’re well off.” Her
Adorer—“No, perhaps not; but I
know when you’re well off.”—Truth.
Mr. Perkley—“Oh, if you could
only learn to cook as my first wife
did!” Mrs. Perkley—“If you were as
smart as my dear first husband was
you’d be rich enough to hire the best
cook in the land.”—Cleveland Leader.
Maude—“Young Dashing is simply
awful.” Clare—“Why, what did he
do?” Maude—“The very first time I
met him he had the audacity to put
his arm around my waist twice.”
Clare—“Is it possible! Why, 1 had
no idea his arm was long enough for
that.”—Chicago News.
“Why, yes, the boy was eternally
playing the violin about the house,
and in self-defence I had to hire
teachers, and let him develop himself
into an artist or it would have been
unendurable.” “That’s what might
be called making a virtuoso out of ne
cessity.”—Chicago Tribune.
One day an Irishman was taking a
walk in a small town near Glasgow
when he met an old friend. After
walking along the road together, Pat’s
friend said to him: “Have you heard
the latest news?” Pat—“No; what is
it?” “There’s a penny off the loaf.”
Pat—“Bedad, and I hope it is off the
penny ones.”—Tit-Bits.
The Zoar Community.
The community of Separatists at
Zoar, Ohio, which was established by
a band of Germans from Wurtemburg
early in 1800, is now held together by
three old widows, who refuse to con
sent to the dissolution of the society.
The women in Zoar have a vote on all
questions pertaining to the manage
ment of the community, and there can
be no disbandment unless by unani
mous agreement. All of the members
of the society are said to favor a
division of the property, amounting to
about $1,000,000, excepting these
three venerable women, who are satis
fied with the community plan of gov
ernment, and declare that it must be
maintained while they live.
British Naval Divers.
Divers in the British navy, before
being passed as proficient in their
craft, have to be able to work in twelve
fathoms of water for an hour, fifteen
fathoms for half an hour and twenty
fathoms for a quarter of an hour.—
San Francisco Chronicle.
The Horse Next to Camel.
The horse will live twenty-five
days without food, merely drinking
[ water.