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'' . ' '. "i. ,'" ' ' '' '.' ' ', I'1:- ". ; ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' .' 1 1 ---i ' - ' ' " " l- .' . ' , ' . : '.. . , : ' ' ,' ' '.' - - - ! ,-, v ; The- Ejnstqn Journal. . : , . J,- W. HARPER, Editor i Propriclor. ) 's. iTEBSSS1.50 Trr Tear, VOL. 1. KINdTON, N. C, P E I BAY, D E C E II B E E 20,1 878. O. 1. r i 1V ! -i- 1 1 An Evening Idyl. A lake lay dreaming of the stars With robe of woven moonbeams soft, While snowy clouds their flight forsook, To view her beauty long and oft. A fairy zephyr lowlr teut llis'airy form with lore bedight, -And kissed her bosom's yielding grace. Then reeled with rapture thro' the. , night . But back his yearning pinions swept, To drink again Elysian bliss. And, swooning from his passion deep, Bank drowned within her moistened kiss. .- Sad friends in dew-drop cars recline, To shower tribuUs, sorrow born,-. And wutch their tears with" diamond ."' . rnys - To ripi'les shatygc in sparkling scorn. The Man in' Possession. ijy r. s. ii. won t pay a-larthiug- no, that I won't not if I have to go to prison for it!" and down comes my father's clenched hand on the table with such a thump that it makes the reels in ray basket jump as if suddenly attacked with St. Vitus's dance. , J Yesterday-my- father had made liis first acquaintance with the . County CoUr, having been summoned by a tradesman for the b:ilauec of an ac count; which my father had declined to pay, as he hrmly believed it to be a gross overcharge; but facts, went a gaiisi him, and he was ordered to pay. lily father vowed that he would do no such thing. He called the judgment '."iniquitous and one-sided," and. ultimately expressed his determi nation to emulate dear old-!Mr. Pick wick.l and go to prison if ; necessary, rather than submit to such an injus: tice. " ' "But father," I ask, iu an awestruck tone, '"what will they do if you don't d:iv? I Shall wc all have' to 110 to Dnson?" "No, .my dear," replies my father,' calming down "not" exactly. . llie court will issue what is called an exe cution, aud try to put a man in posses session: but II think I shall prove more than a match for a County Court bailiff" Father smiles while saying this, as if the latter person were a very con tcmntible and insignificant thing'. . . "Execution! ' Mau. in possession- What do thev mean? I ain afraid to ask my father, ".'he looks so cross, so I jo on quietly with my work waiting until the frown shall have left his brow." ' . "Mary," at last exclaims my father, "I have to go to Bard moor to-morrow, aud I was thinking that it might be a wise thing to consult young Barton; lie has just come from a large office in London to help his uucle. I don't know much about him, but old Barton . has always been considered a good lawyer, aud perhaps the nephew inay bo following in his uncle's steps. At any rate,.! will make the attempt, and see if he cau't save ino from this atro cious swindle. I wrote yesterdy, ask ing him to call here, if passing, as I wanted to seo him about those leases; but I suppose he has been too busy, or perhaps my letter has not , reached him. - . My father does, not volunteer any more information, so I wish him 'good sight,' and retire to rest, to dream of executions at Newgate; and that the murderers expiating their crimes are the 'men iu possession The next morning on coming down to breakfast, I find that my father has started by the early train for Bard- moor and has left positive orders that during his absence the gate is to be kept locked aud no one admitted un- der any pretence whatever. "But tell mo why, Jane?' I ask our old cook, who has. been1 with us longer than I cau remember," and to whom the orders have been given.. "To keep out the bailiffs, miss," re- piles Jane. iot that it win oe any i good, for they, are as sharp as needles, aud nothing can keep them out if they've a mind to get in." . ".What is an 'execution, or a 'man in possession?" I Bee one?" asi. ".LJid you ever 'Only one, miss, and that was quite enough. A bailiff is the mau in pos session, aud when he or his men get into it house they sell all the furniture and J everything they can lay their hands on and that U what they call an execution." . v "But, Jane," I argue, "if we keep the doors locked, how can they get in; r, miss, answers Jane, "von aont know how . artful thev are! Tf , . . - .'1- . - j theyjwant to et into a house very much, they will disguise themselves like play-actors do. 1 remember when : my uncle John had th bailiffs in. He had kept them out tor nigti tnree when one day an old cart broke weeks too much hurt to move. Uncle had a kind heart, so he ran into the road and helped the d .'Oh! groans the rest a bit, says where you are hurt;' and with that he helps him to limp into the house. 'Sit down and rest yourself make your- self at home;' and uncle brings out his unu auu viian. grinned the old rascal, plumping his ugly self into the chair. 'I'm the man .v.n .m. nlinia 'Tkonlroa T will ' jwcowo.uu, Cajg uuu. j,u..g ,.v . warrant out oi 1113 pocKet, so ioru out my good bamantan, or else 1 sell eve- ry blessed stick you've got." And so Jane rattles on with anec dotes of the sharpness and junserupu lousnes3 of men in possession until I begin to regard them as isoraething aown jusi ouisiae nis aoor, auu me lug uuuiuc, auu 113 euou ua my nana spaae ana rase, my next proceeding driver was thrown off his seat and fell touches the latch, 'bow-wow! it yelps, is to carefully examine the lock. This into the road, where he lavas if he was sprining savagely at the gate, nearly foils me-it is so stiff that! rjin nver ou w nw icct. auFFuoc i.uiub uvc iwkcu very iun- Dowie oi oil ana a leather standing on express from Bard moor, he will not man. 'Come in and J ny. beemg my lookot annoyance, hela little ledge. I joyfully seize them, reach hometill seven. uncle, 'and let's see takes no notice of my discomfiture. .'Just the thinrf' I crv. The bottle U Annthpr Kn., Kfrtl ...:t more than mortal. Alter the break- ing some papers from his pocket, he without waiting for my permission, the father has to give it quite a push be fast things have tjeeu removed I per- says: bottle and feather are taken from me fore he can get in. form my usual household duties tor 1 have been papa s housekeeper since; dear mamma died and then, taking a book with me, I go to the verandah to have a quiet read before luncheon. The reading has not advanced very far when I am startled by an agonized yelping and barking just outside the gate. - .v,..'-: ;;. "1 am sure that is liny s bark, I say to myself, "tohe must have crept under the gate and is now fighting with some other dog. Naughty, quar- ! She will be reisome little tiling killed! 1 Starting from my seat, I seize the key of the gate aiid a large' garden broom which happens to be standing near, and, heedless of 'executions' and men in possession, 1 open the gate aud rush out info the road, there to see uiy puuir muo xmy iu uic t;ip most aisreputaDie looKing cur. my efforts to part them are at first fruit- less; but at last, after one or two vig orous pUshes with the broom, I suc ceed, Tiny is rescued, but at my ex pense, for J the angry cur directs his wrath against me. Terribly afraid, I turn to run, but my opponent is too quick, lie seizes hold pf my dress auu snakes ii as ii it were screamtoi Jane for assistance is at hand. A gentleman rushes for- ward, and with one or two ..smart raps of his stick drives the dog away. I snatch up my Tiuy and make a start tor the garden before the attack is re- newed. Fate however is against nie. gray, the, pattern .so small as to be al- finger o his right hand. Seeing me 'Where, where, girl?' says my fath The horrid little dog hastioru my dress most invisible not a gigantic check notice itj he said: er, springing from his seat, and upset- and of course I must 'put my foot ihrougn the noie ana awkwardly stum- ble. A strong arm, outstretched in time, just saves me irom measuring my length in the dust. "Don't be frightened," I ;hear a pleasant, cheerful voice exclaim : "there is no danger. The little dog has beaten a retreat." ! "Bow-wow-wow!" yelps the little monster in contradiction, as, executing a cautious side movement, he the attack. There is nothing renews for it but to runrand run I do. not stopping till I reach the other side of the era r- den gate, the little dog at full speed J :.. alter me. uut my ueiiverer is equal to the occasion.!. He makes a rapid plunge and seizes the dog by the back of its neck which unexpected attack! so alarms the auimal that it sutlers it- self, without a snap or bite, to be ig nominiously expelled from the garden and the gate closed upon it. - "Oh, thankt you!" I hurriedly ex claim. 'I hope you are not hurt!' For the first time I look at my pre server, apd meet a pair of merry brown eyes looking at me with an amused twinkle. ' . -- 'Stupid fellow!' I say to myself 'I wish he would jiot stare so. I don't khow what to say to him.' To add to my discomfort, I feel iny checks getting crimson I have such a tiresome ha hit ot oiushing and a truant iock oi nair win Keep plowing about my forehead, I wish that ho was a mtie awkward or oashtul. 1 always have plenty of self-possession when talking to a shy person; their diffidence gives me the hair from 1 lrap'atieut hand to his as he quite unnurt, ! catch a glimpse ot a blue, Official looking paper which has partially worked its way out of his -... ..-.. . . 1 pocket. All at once it iiashes across my mind the 'man in possession!' He must be a bailiff, and I have let him in, and papa wUl V come back to find his home devoid of furniture ev- erything seized. I have no doubt that he has plenty of assistants waiting out- side. I am very much obliged to you I try to say it willingly, but fear and indignation drive all softness from my voice I won't trouble you any long er,' I continue. 'I am not at ail afraid.' Aud I hasten to the gate to open it my forehead with an : row slits for windows, and rejoices in to land himl - 'Oiien it girl ! he says with melo- , and, raising my eyes the name ot the Keep. I remember 'Allow me to act as Wrillia'mi sub- dramatic sternness. is assuring me that he is with joy that it has a stout oak door stitute! I ' ! I am tremblinc all over, but with a ior nis aeparture; Dut that wretched animal, with revived courage, is wait- jump back with a start, and the ipudeny bailiff actually smiles; I Pardon me,' he says, politely rais mg his hat and I wonder to myself how it is that a bailiff can look.and in look and behave so.much like a gentleman 'is nnf tluo H rv I r-i fi n I rl lVl w Trv4- nn'e I . xxu.uiuv-.u, ai . uiwu i3 place?' Yes,' I reply with as much dignity ijvu.v.u vuwh,., wi.jiiiuj- neia, jjir. jnorton s place; out papa is out, and 1 do not know when. he will be back, so I do not think it will do nj Suuu iyi. ;UU .w au. 4 cu.ap ou auu tier can it gam. 1 wait, noping mat ne win go. jut nor ne nesuai.es; anu men, siowiy iaK- '1 should be very sorry to miss see- ing mm. 1 have come some distance, At io avuui. cumc icjiai uuaiucaa. x tninK ne nas oeen expecting me; ana he looks at no response your permi can amuse myseit very well strolling rourfd these nice, gardens, it you will allow me to do so. But may I hand you my card? And he takes one from a card case, I persistently refuse to see it, for I feel certain that' he must be a bailiff. His reference to papa s expecting him aud the legal business have removed my last doubt. Notwithstanding his politeness, 1 determine not to take the card, which I firmly believe to be what Jane described as the warrant. "As you please,' I auswer curtly, auu, wiiu asuu luuiiuattwu ui luy ueau i i nurry into me nouse in a great state .of terror lest he should hurry after me and force his way in! I i iasten ine uoor ana peep out oi the side window. There he stands where I lett him, Jtle is actually lighting a cigar. What impertinence! I feel a trifle softened as my nose in- forms me that the cigar is a good; one. am obliged to admit to myself that it this one is a specimen of his class, bai- liffs must be very handsome men. How well his shooting suit. fits him! It is so. neat in pattern and color a quiet like walking window panes. He takes on ins 'deer staiKcr to snaae the tuzee from the wind, and I notice that he has Deautuui Drown hair, very thicK and curly. hat a pity, 1 sigh to myself, "that such a nice looking fel- low should bera horrible baihfli What am I to do? I feel sure that j a.1 - L 11 I i iL - J I 1 I me airuii uuuub me grouuus i oiy pretense. jx o, ne must . pe concocting some ruze by which to gain an en- trance into the nouse. l resolve to prevent h,ira. 'Is not a woman a match in wit and resource for any man?' I argue to myself. 'A bailiff after al . . is only a man ting over give myself a headache. I am just about to confess that I am defeated, when the idea so long lought tor comes, I see it all in a njonjeht. The game 13 my own, it i have nerve en- oujgh to take me through it, and I think I have. 'I will lure him to the 'Wilderness,' and lock him up in the ruin till father comes home! He will most likely bring young Mr. Barton withstand. The 'Wilderness' is a wild aesenea ... . .! spot at one end of the grounds, and far from the road. It has been allow- ed to run wild on account of its pictu- resqueuess. oroaq, iussy stream isxiis over some ruuh.a 10 a ucpiu ui ai or seven feet, making a terrible noise, 1 ana wiaening into a sman iae on toe bank of .which stands a mock ruin, covered with ivy. it consists ot a I . . 1 ' witu a very strong iocs. I; creep out softly through the con- servatory, locking the door after me, and dodge oetween the sbruus until 1 have placed a safe distance between myself and the flower garden, where I hear my yictim walking. In a breath- less state of excitement I reach the Keep. I push the door operand en- ter. . Ugh! What a nasty, damp, mis- erable place it is just like a dungeon in some old castle. There is nothing inside but a spade and a rake and an me-inquinngly; but I make on quietly for a little time without ut- pet was t6o clever for him.' , so he continues: vith tenng a word, while I stand by con- And clapping my hands and lauth- ssiou I will wait for him: I fusedly trying to think of some means ing gleefully, relate to mv father the a rat. i l nice tne aroma oi a goou cigar aDout i must have used my greasy hand as my father pulls outot a packet of pa , but relief a place. It makes it so masculine. I an impromptu hair brush without pers a iraall sized carte-dc-visite, II 1 commence cogitaj I try to articulate in an insinuating .London! Uer an Kinus oi pians uuui 41 tone, while my stupid heart thumps Action lor false i with him, aud then we shall be all very unpleasant things to have turab- ping that my father will arrive at the right.' I think: that a real lawyer ling about one are they not?' f rum first Alas, he has no such inten- must prove more than my bailiff can Yes.' is my slow assent, adding tion, for, calling me to him, he places courage. , I push solitary tower with two or three nar- j Success! My fish nibbles; pir j pushes me toward the door. old garden stool these I carefully re- to her. She declares that balicV al niove. I hesitate over the stool, but ways hunt in couples, and that there compassion is overcome. 'No,' I say to myself, 'out you must go! If he is tired he must sit on the ground. You.j would be too handy as a battering ram' and I throw it out after the hardly turn it I am at a loss what to do, when I 'catch sight of a small very dirty and sticky, but I am too To read is impossible.. Equally use excited to heed such petty discomforts less to work. I torture myself with T 1 1 i iL- . .1 1 1 . ! ... . - so I pull out the feather and beffin to oil the lockJ I make myself in an aw- iui mees, uu ib is suca siow worK gei- ting the oil into the lock through the keyhole. ..1 ' !i 1 t - It uu, juu uusiy, . uresome ming: 1 1 cry, passionately stamping the ground, 'Who I or the lock? And, turn- ing round, I beheld my victim regard- mg me wiiH a. siigniiy asioni3nea yet amusea 100K. 1 am too much non- piussed to reply. . -jan l assist your he inquires; and, and my voluntary assistant, heedless of the dirty moss-covered step, isod his snees uusuy worKing away as a ne by which I can trap my game There is the prison, andUhere is the prisoner; but how is he to be put inside it? 'What a strongdoor this isl I should not care to be behind it without a crowbar,' he says. I answer nothing, but am ready to crv for vexation. I wish that I was w' ar as stronsr as an elephant, so that I might push him in nolens volens. 'You will find it all right now. It is still a little stiff, but you will be a- ble to turn it. , And, rising, 'the victim faces me witn a grave iace, wnicti an atonceas- sumea an irrepressible smile ot amuse- meut that he vainly strives to conceal, I flush anerrilv at his imnertinence. Alterward, when 1 see myself in the glass, my wonder is removed-my dress all tumbled and creased, is smudeed all down the front with green moss and rust, .while on mv forehead is a great splotch of dirty oil. I suppose an idea of the improvement it was add- ing to my beauty. My voluntary as- sistant stoops to clean his hands, and as he is wiping them, I notice a very handsome antique ring on the little I am rathea proud of this ring; it has been m our family for generations, It is very much admired by connois- seurs; and he holds it out to me for I decline to look at it, coldly pb- serving that I was no antiquary: and gmile to myself at the idea of a bailiff 11 f i . . . . . I lancing oi generations, as ii ne naa an ancestry, tie turns away as if to return to the garden. 'Now or never!' is the word; and with a rapidly beating heart I begin; 'Ahem! Will you not inspect our ruin?' it. , .'Is it really a ruin? he asks. T am obliged to admit that it is only ao imitation, one; aiid then confusedly mutter something about people liking to see such things. 'Thank yon all the same,' he sayi. 'but an outside view will suffice; no doubt it is full of earwigs and spiders, quickly, as I am seized with an idea, oh: yes! I am so terribly afraid of j ... - - them; and papa 'will insist on my stor- ing my gardening tools ip there, so that 1 am always prevented from zar- dening unless William is here to get I J M B them ior me. 1 wanteu to ao a little gardening now, glancing at him tim - idly; bnt suppose ! must wait tin WUliam comes,' and try the effect of a little sigh. I . . . . - . . m And, without waiting lor my per mission, the unfortunate bailiff braves the earwigs and spiders and enters the trap. Thank you! I cry excitedly. 'You will find them in the recess behind the door r - Hastily following him, I poll tfca door to, turn the key with a desperate wrench, and, covering my ears with my hands, fly toward the house. Poor. Jane wits are nearly scared I away when my adventures are related b sure to be another lurking about the place. So, to prevent a surprise wc carefully bolt all the doors, and, had been a smith all his life. He goes have got into the house but that vour so that the wonder is he does not hear not withstanding that it is early in the afternoon, close and fasten the shut- ters to all the windows on the ground noor. o'clock - four o'clock no father! Sur pose he does not catch the four p. rn. all manner nf hnmKIa tTilw. at last it is half nast five Ha' mnt oe Here soon; so away to my bed room window, and awit his coming and then rush to the door, and, opening it l .-.- on me cuain, cautiously whisper to him: 'Be careful, father, and come in as quiet as you can; but see if any one is watcniug, as the bailitis aro here, and have been trying to get in.' . Then cautiously unhook the chain. and open the door so "iuerlv that Oh, dad, dear,' crying and huing him, 'am so glad that you have come ine oainn nas Deen here aud would exciting events of .the day; and he calls me his 'brave little girl,' and a heroine.' but only lauirhs when assured that the bailiff 'appeared quite as a srentleman 'Well, dear,' my father begius, as we sit down to dinner. 'old Mr. Barton :. has advised me to nnv. mid apttlA't1iA matter at once in fact, he randidlr told me that he thought I was in the wrong so after dinner we will release your friend. Something warm for his inside and some rolden ointment for the palm of his hand will soon-put matters rignt. , vjia iartou is ageing very much, my .iather continues, as he reflectively sips his wine. 'He was verv nleased to see me. Wthad nnitA a long chat, lie says that Ins ueoh ew, whom he intends to succeed him. is very clever. He is a handsome fel low, judging from his photograph. His uncle gave me one.' And, after searching for some time, which he hands to me. .Onenlannft sufficient. I dash it from me, burying my face in my hands,' out: and cry 'Oh, dad, the bailiff!' ting his wine asheeagerly peersabout the room, as if . expecting an ambus cade of county court myrmidons. 'Oh, what shall I. do? Tell me. do, father, that is not Mr. Barton s like ness! - You are only fooling me are you not? glancing at him piteouslv. 'Fooling, girl!' he repeats. What ao you mean: wnose ao you imag- . n. lltl . me it to bei The bailiff's the map ehut up in the ruin!' 'Whew!' whistles my father. 'That's it, is it? Here s a pretty kettle of fish! You've shut up the young lawyer from - - itlemanly bailiff indeed! imprisonment dam- ages ten thousand pounds! well, you are a nice youog lady quite a hero- My father's eyes laugh merrily as he fires off his squibs at my expense, I do not mind his chaff, but beljeye jt is too bad that he should insist on my going with him to release my prisoner. as he insists on calling himl Out into the night we go. ' I linger behind, ho my hand under his arm and compels I - . . . ... ... me to stay beside hira. while he in dulges in dismal forebodings as to the condition in which my prisoner will be found. He rings the changes on t - 4 M n suicide and melancholy madneis. J.be ruin is at last reacnea. ine aencaie j aroma of a fragrant cigar which sa lutes our nostnis tends to remove our anxiety as to the prisoner's being to- tally destitute of comfort. My father great effort manage to turn the key and give the door a feeble push and feel it pulled open. My eyes are cast on the ground, and my cheeks are on fire as, in a scarcely audible voice I say : 'I am so sorry, Mr. Barton. Did not mean to thought you were a a i Tis too much. And fal tering,! and, ignominiously bursting into tears, run to my father and bury my face on his shoulder. There, there, my girl!9 cries my father : soothingly. He holds me to him, and, softly patting me with one hand, he turns to Mr. Barton, and says: 'We must ask your forgiveness, Mr. Barton; and feet sure you will give it when I explain how my little is - - girl has made a great blunder. She thought you were a County Court bailiff!' aud my father explains every- thing tohiro. . : When he has fluished. I raise my head and, glancing shyly at Mr. Bar ton, say 'lam sorry to have made such a blunder. It was so foolish; but fright is my excuse!' There is no use to relate the many things Mr. Barton said. He made so many excuses for me, and was so good natured, that by the time wc had reached the house my self possession had returned sufficiently for me to bo able to laugh at an amusing anecdote he related to us. Fortunately dinner had not advanc ed very far when my bluudcr Was dis covered. We made a verv merrv par ty that night. My father brought out : some of his cherished port that sa w the-." 1... light only on very great occasions; and, as he insisted onMr. Barton stay lugmi uigui, ana tne nest morniug in saying 'good bye gave him a very pressing invitation to come and sec us often, I am justified in believing that my prisoner had created a very favor able impressiou on that adamantine -structurca father's heart. ; ' ' : Three months later. A sharp Win ter has set in, and the stream is still. The lake is frozen over, and I am sit ting on the bank while Mr. Barton is assisting ine to remove ray skates. My first lesson in skating has just been re ceived. Audit was so pleasant! My teacher's arm was so stroiig'aud he held -my hands so" tight! j Do you remeipber the aAernooii when I locked you up?'! I ask as wo carry our skates into the ruin. 'Kemember?' he cries,' -looking 1110 full in the1 face. 1 should think so I It was the happiest day of ; my exist ence - ; ; . ;x . .' Stupid little goose that I am, I be- v gin to tremble, and my foolish checks flash the tell tale color. The spates fall to the ground as mv hands are . softly grasped and my. prisoner makes V me captive. I try to release "myself,v but my efforts cease as my captor, in almost breathless words, tells ine ho loves me. I o not know whether he gets an answer, but in a moment lie has drawn me to him. And with my head pillowed on his breast, and liis arms folded around me I know .that I am his ahd that he is mine ! 'Hey-day !'. exclaims, a voice, as ray father suddenly appears on the scene. 'What does this mean V r- 'Onlv the man in possession!' re plies fr. Barton, graspiug irty father's readily outstretched hand, A Spacious Aimrtiuciit. The nephew was the typical nephow of the comedies and uoveU ; the uncle, the typical uncle. The former got him- ' self into debt; the latter had to help him out of debt. Bat the most long-snaring of rntd must at last lose patience, and one flno day the uncle writes to his dear nephew that all is over between them. Not atf other penny. The nephew flies down to his uncle's country seat and fall at hia vencrablo relative's gouty feet. " Uncle Peter, dear Uncle Peter, jaut this onee. Aid me to fctrafghtr.n out this snarl in toy naocea, and X will ncr- , er, never come' p you again. " "Ob, l;oland J know yon too welL My siater'a son rmy puly aiatera son, saya the old man, wiping away a fartiro tear. r. ;.;. -;' "Jih, your heart is touched ; you will ; assist inc onco more?" saya the young man. ; ' . , ' Listen," said hia aged lelalire; have yoa a rule?' A which?" . "A rulea foot rule"? ' Why should I have one ? I ain't a carpenter.'. Go rnd find ono immediately." The young man, puzzled bat hopeful, goes, and at the end of half an hour re turns and cays: Uncle dear, hero is the foot rule." Very well measure this room, length, breadth and height, row to as-; certain it cubic dimensions." : The young xaan, more puzzled thaar ever, sets aboat his task, and at last make his report. Uncle, the room the room coutiins 3,010 cabio feet.- "Yoa axe suro of that ? ; "AbaoluUly.- - Very well, says lLo old gentleman, rising to his feet and speaking la a tuno of thunder, sad now, sir, if this room which contains 3.010 cable feet, wcro filled with double eagles packed so tightly that yoa coaUu't ram, jam or cram a three-cent piece into it, I wsn!T riot give you a in ay. f.
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