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The mnsfon Journal. ;: i TEKSS-$1.60 Per Tear. EIKBTON, K. C., FBIDAY, JANUABY 31, 1879. ivo. r H. 0. WEST & CO.i General Dealers In ' " " " X o i c H n, n l i s e , I and A genu for -t The livcrpool and London - and Clone, and other first clas Kire Iniurance Comianieji. i ! Drs. HYATT & TULL. ', GENERAL PRACTITIONERS OF V IVIddicine Hm-srei-y. t f Office at the l)r. Unow.v aiflce. fjan3-lyr i Dr. A. E. 31ILIER, ewaryw be done by I njljyi Office at resid nee. lioard furnlli. d to parties from the cotin r I -s- lan3-12m J.! II. ENSIH. . T.J. rilEtSOS Huso BuUUrs Unliolstcrcrs, KINGTON, N. C , Are prepared to build and repair Hrtiises and nuiki'till kind of Furnitiirt' in ?ok1 style and at reanoiiahle rates. , ; AUti HuzirifH aifd ('arts built and repaired on hurt notice. - iaiii-ian GOODS AT. LOW IMUCKS! . AT . ..' - Now in fitoro u good htock of DltY GOODS, NOTION'S, BOOTS, SHOES, HATS, AC, &C. ... Aluo constantly reciviii a fresh btock of FAMILY GltOCHKIKS,. CUTLEItY, CROCKEUY, nml HOLLOW WARE, KOL1J AT V QWEST CASH PItlCKS. I BT'A. continuance of the liberal pat ronage heretofore bestowed upon me is rcppirctfully solicited. jnnlj-12m N. D. MYERS. A. HARVEY & CO. Manufactarer8 of Fine Bkands of T O B A C G O, 12ra. Kington, N. V, I I Oil AS. F. IlAltVKY, NOTARY PUBLIC and , : ' Inferior Jurt Clerk for lenoir. foanty. 1 Probates . Deeds, .Mortgages, Licii Bonds and other .instruments-, required to bo U gistered. tdf Bluuk Deeds, Mortgages, &c, furnished free on application. jaul-3m XOUIS GUKEN FASHIONABLE BARBER and II AIR DRESS ERj "i KJKSTOX, X; C. Office, over Pellet ier's Drug Store. jan3-lyr l. j. nizx. a O. TArLOR. L. J. HILL & CO., 33oot & Shoe Makere, KINSTON, X. c. R We ere prepared with the beet WjL. FrencJi Calf Skin and Louisville Oak bole Leather, to make and re pair Boots and Siloes to :order. Katlftictlou (auarauteeil. i jant-l2iu 1. 1. liii-rott. Miller and Lumber Dealer, Klnston, N, C, Is tiow prepared to fill all orders for FIHSr-CLASS LUMBER at tho lowest Cash rate s. tsif Also kep on hand the celebrated Tuekahoo family FJour. janl 12m J. . JACHVVC. r: U. LOFTtN. JACKSON & LOFTIN, A T T O It X K Y S A f L A W, KINSTON. N. C. JlZJf Wayne. JTone. and lutXrl1 "tloapaidali bus- PriaUtr. States of .deceased arsons a Office on OonrtpIonieSauare fonnerlv oe- W. J. RASBERRY, KIXSTOX, X. C. "ZT1 Co' and Jones. " mc' on 'rt Houm. Square. janl-12m J. W. HABPEB, Attorney Vt Law, Office over Post Office, t : KINSTON, N. C. tN5 r Holds himself In -TVi ..Lc.Artili-ial T.-erti, Kx r VrTi y L or do anvthins: nc- Z I " . ' 4 - . : ; ' : ' A Twilight Bevery. BT MBS. Thotifih e&d, HU sweet to sit and muse At twilight's penslre, ttUy hour, v "Where earth is fragrant with the dews That fall unseen on every flower. " Tls then my mind doth backward sweep O'er bright and happy days gone before, Which mem'ry doth fondly, sweetly keep E'en sweeter brighter than of yore. I tilt and grieve my sad estate, y To know that I must tread life's plain, "VTJ.h no friendly smile to vheer my fate. Or wake my heart to joy again. Then mem'ry bear me back to time. When, like a sweetly gliding stream. Free from conflicts this life of mine, - Seemed one unb.oken happy di'eam. Hat when .hoe joys forever past r Come rtuhiag on my troubled mind. ILike rainbow tinifl before me cast, , They come, but leave no ray behnd. Still it is sweet io tprn again, And view thi-ongh fancy's mirrored sky, IJj-fght eceae? veflet ted on life's plai j, Qewt o my heri that ne'er c? a tlie. Selected. MENIE'S LITTLE BABE FEET. On a cold winter day, when the bit ter north wind made even well-fed and warm-clothed passers-by hurry along when ladies1, though clad in furs, looked pinched and blue in the face, and men, despite being buttoned up to the chin, felt that ; it was cold enough to render a fall of snow very probable a little girl, about eight years old, stood with a hungry look at a pastrycook's window in Piccadilly. She was scantily clad, had neither shoes nor stockings, and her .head had no protection but its own natural cov ering of soft, silky hair. Her thin cotton frock was so short as barely to cover the knee, leaving the poor litije naked limbs exposed to the cutting blast. Yet the child ,was clean and tidy; and: an attentive feminine ob server might have remarked a most creditable darn on the faded calico frock, while a rent in the piuafore was so neatly mended as to be almost or namental. With all these disadvanr tages of attire, she had still a noble bearing, this poor little one; and though she shivered with cold, her foot was firmly planted on the ground aud her whole figure and eportmeut were indicative 'of something, farlbet ter than her wretched cloihinp would have led one to expect: 'More than one benevolent individual looked at the -child,, and passed by. Mendicancy and vagrancy must not be encouraged, the heart may bleed for the needy; but the hand must, it is said, under such circumstances, refrain from giv-ing- ;:' . ., A young man with a brown mus tache, no whiskers, and his hair worn somewhat longer thatt is usual with men, attracted by the child's appear ance, stopped; and took a deliberate survey of herj She was pretty, but her face being turned towards . the window, was only imperfectly seen. The young man's eye, however, rested with, delight on , the naked foot and limb, which were exquisitely moulded, and had not yet quite 16st a certain childish roundnesss. 'Delicious little toes!' remarked the gentleman to himself as he advanced towards the child. 'Aren't you cold, my dear, standing here?', he asked her . 'Yes, sir,' was the reply, as fehej turned ner lace to her mterrogater. 'You are looking at the buns. Would you like a penny to buy one ?' 'Ko, thank ye, sir,' said the little girl, dropping her eyes. ; 'Why won't you take a penny from me? Do you mean to say you couldn't eat one of those nice cakes?' The child looked at the coin tempt ingly held out to her, and with a face of distress hung-her head, and made no reply. 'Are you not hungry?' asked the young man, stooping towards her. 'If ye please. sir, dinna ask me. Mother says I'm no to tell when I'm hungry.' v J..:, 'But your mother means that you are not to tell without being asked,' was the reply. The child shook her head as if un conviuced by this argument 'Mother's most a'wfu feared for me learning to beg. Beggin' next to stealing an takin' money ye dinna work for's next to beggm'; an' I'm sure aye, to work a my life for every thing I put in my mouth or on mv back. 3 'Your mother is an excellent wo man,' he said, more to himself, how ever, than to the child; but she heard him, and looked up in his face with a bright smile. 'What does vour fath er do for a living?? asked the young mau, regarding with compassion the Ehivering little creature before him. 'He's dead, sir.' . 'What does your mother work at. theu?' 'She was a laundress, sir; bat she's 11, and no able to do anvthins '.-' Oh, bless my soul!' ejaculated the yonngman in an undertone; 'this is a dreadful state of matters. Then ad dressing the child, 'What is yonr name, my dear?' he inquired. 'Menie Broun she replied. 'Broun is Scotch for Brown, I sup pose, and the prettier name of the two. Well, then, Menie, if you must work for a living, I'll give you work.' 'Me, sir? will ye giej ork to me? I'm real strong, though I'm wee; an' I can scrub an wash,' said Menie, ea gerly. ! 'Poor little mite! Then come aion with me Turning out of Piccadilly into a street of much, humbler pretentions, he led her to a cook-shop; but stopped on the threshold to say, 'Now, Menie, I am J going to give you your dinner, and vou'U work for it afterwards. Will that do?' 'I would rather work for it first, sir 'Come along, then, and you shall. I won't force you to deviate from the bounorable course your mother wishes you to pursue. Have you any broth ers aod sisters, Menie?' t-: 'No, sir , . -.1 : ... 'It's almost a pity,' returned he. 'Your mother ought to have had a very large family, to furnish the world with honest men and women 'But hoo could she La' fed them, sir?' - . 'That would have been a difficult 4 i task, I have no doubt he renlied. As they thus conversed, Menie was led by her companionj into a street of unpretending appearance; then stop ping at the, door of one of the-houses, he knocked a ndf wasj admitted; and the child followed him up to a bright, cheerful room, with two long windows, the lower halves of w nch was covered with green baize. 'Now come to the fire and warm yourseii, aear, ior you must be more dead tha n alive this bitter day. Stay, Jet me rub your bauds for you; aod as for those poor, little blue feet do they ever suffer from chilblains?' 'Whiles replied Menie, looking about the room with some degree of wonder, for it was filled with things she had never seen I before, and I of i i i ' f ! i ! . which she did not know the use. A han-nuished picture j on unframed pictures on the! easel, some floor, a lay figure, a palette.- some Daint-brushes. and many other such articles, attract ed her attention. J. 'Now, Menie, we must come to busi ness,' said the "you ng man, dropping, as he spoke, the well-shaped little band, which he rubbed joto some de gree of heat. 4I shall tell you what work I want you to do. lama pain ter, my business is - to make pictures, ana l wish to put you in a picture, ana win require you some time every day much an hour to sit before -me Ijll pay you sa 'J3ut that s no work ureed Menie 'I couldna take money for sitting still aod doin' nothing I I 'What an independent little article you are! 1 his 13 work. Menie J I It is a trade, 'To sit still and be drawn in a pic ture? Thai's no work. I Mv mother would never believe 'But you are useful to me, ray child nay, necessarv It mav not be work to sit still and express it; but your be drawn, as you doing so enables ''But itll sit as long as you like for nothing,' said Menie, with a radiant face. - ' 'Oh, yes; that's all very well said the artist, turning away his head as if he were oflended. You'll keep your independence, but you don't care for mine. You'll let me grow up a beg gar. My mother told me it was wrong to take anything for nothing from a man, worse to take anything for noth ing from a woman, but worst of all, and mean, and base, despicable, to take things for nothing from little girls ' . Vy.' - ' - ' Here Meuie's face assumed a look of intelligence and drollery. 'You're making it up, I know it she said, pointing her forefinger know ingly towards him,' and fixing her eyes, which were full of fun, upon his face. 'It's all made unl out of vour .own head, that. Your mother never .spoke about little girls.' Well, Menie ( replied the young man, laughing, 'if I have learned the lesson, what matter who taught it to me? although mother may be used as a general term comprising all the les sons of childhood, j But to return to the chief point. What am I to do? I have set my heart on having you for my picture. I cannot I accept your service for nothing. It would be the same as begging for me to do that.' I'll take money, theri said Menie. Good. I'll give yon; then, three pence an hour, and when the picture is sold ten per cent. That is, if I get one hundred pounds, you would get ten pounds; if I got fifty pounds, you would get five pounds. 'Five pounds! Oh,. what an awfu Jot o' money!' But the picture may not sell at all, Menie, or I may get very little for it As he spoke the artist prepared his caovass, while Menie's imagination dwelt on the quantities of soup, tea, wine, eggs, roast beef, and other dain ties, which t five pounds would pur chase for her sick mother. 'You shall only sit half an hour at preseut, Menie, then I'll give you your money; and you'll go and gel your dinnerand come. back to roe 'But I would like to take the mon ey home to my mother 'My child, you must eat, or you will not be worth painting. I want a nice fat little girl for my picture, not one with a lean and starved look Satisfied with thisargnment, Menie, hungry as she was, began to consider how she should spend her three-halfpence, when, happening to look down at her bare feet, she exclaimed, 'Oh sir 'My name's Hay ward, Menie in terrupted the artist. ,' 'OhMr. Hayward, I had a pair o' red stockings an' boots wi' brass rings, an' they're at the pawn broker's. If I bad them, wouldn't they be bonnie in the picter?' 'So far as that is concerned, I could put in the red stockings and boots with brass rings, although you did not wear them was the reply. But it wouldoa be tiue, it would be makin' folk believe I have what I havena 'What a truthful little thing you are! I have a great respect for the mother, Menie, who has-trained you so well. Will you take me to see her?' The child bashfully bent her eves on the carpet, and was silent. 'You dn't seem to care about tak ing me?' said the artist. 'We're sae poor, an' mother thinks sbame she returned. 'Pardon me, Menie, I was an un gentlemanly fellow to push you iuto a corner in this way; but you must go now, and get your dinner And he put three-halfpence Into the child's hand, saying, 'Do you know what to buy?' 'Yes; baked potatoes an' butter she replied, promptly. , 'That's right. Get something hot, and Come back to me when you have dined - So Menie ran off,, quickly purchas ed, and ate her potatoes with a keen appetite, and soon returned to her post. 'Would you draw up your petticoat a little bit, Menie, to give me just the least thing in the woild more of the le?' asked Mr. Hayward. But the child turned away her head with an offended expression. m 'A very little higher would be suffi cient. Allow me, my child, to show you how much, or, rather, how little said the artist, rising and advancing towards her. ' . No cried shewith starting tears; 'I think shame 'Very well said Mr. Hayward, re turning to his seat and smiling at her curious Scotch idiom, 'I yield to you on this point also; but it would have been a prettier picture with a little more of the leg, and would have sold more quickly and brought a larger price.' J Menie thought of her sick mother, who required wine and nourishinc ioou,anu ot the ten per cent, she was to get, and putting down her hand drew up her petticoat just a hair's breadth; but the artist did not imme diately observe her action. ''Mr. Hayward, I'm pulliug 't up she remarked shyly, while her face be came very red. There was no more of the limb seen than there had been before, but the conflict between mod esty and filial affection was so touch ingly expressed in the face and atti tude that it struck the artist that this in itself would make a good picture. ' 'You are a dear obliging little soul. Just hold it as you are doing he said, and unless I am a stupid fellow, it cannot fail to be a nice picture When the sitting was over for the day, Menie ran joyfully home to tell her sick parent all that had nrrnrrp! although knowing ber mother's rijrid principles, she was at raid she might have some difficulty in convincing her that the money she held in her hand was honestly earned." Mrs. Brown's dwelling was poorly furnished, but verv clean and onlrlr There was no fire in the prate, ami th sick woman, whose weakness was less attributable to disease than to insuffi cient nourishment, shivered under the scanty Ded -clothes which covered her. un, mother,' cried Menie, the mo ment she entered the room. I h earned sixpence the dar; but the een- ueman wouia make me spen' three ha'pence on my dinner, and so I have onlr that back and she nnenMl her hand and displayed her precious cop pers as she spoke. Then in reply to her mother' questioning look, Menie related in what manner she had ob tained the money. Mrs. Brown, how ever, was incredulous. What use could a common little lassie like you be to the gentlemanf she demanded. 'It's all a pretence, Menie. He saw you were poor, and wanted to give you money, and made this excuse. A dirty, barefooted, beggarly-looking wean like you! It's likely he couldna get far better for his picture? Menie looked disappointed; she was afraid her mother would not accept the fourpence-halfpenny, and al though she believed herself to be a mean-looking child, she could not for get the earnestness of Mr. Hay ward's manner, and was convinced, strange though it seemed to her, that he had a sincere wish to have her for his pic ture. 'Mother, I'm sure he does want me she said; 'ho looked real sorrv when I said I wouldna take mouey for sittin' .ln!n' . t ' " uuiumg, an i m to go every day an' get ten pet cent, when the pic ture's sold. Do you know what ten perpent. is, mother?' 'Yes said Ihe woman, favourably impressed with this business-like ar rangement 'I cauna understau' though, she added, 'why the gentle man wanted a poor lassie like you Mrs. Brown considered it her duty to repress all tendency to ' vanity in her little daughter's mind; but Menie was not disposed to be vain; and never gave a thought to her own appear ance. 'May I spend the money, then, moth er?' she asked eagerly. 'Weel, weel then was the reluc tant concession. Afraid that even this half-hearted permission might be withdrawn, the child hurried out, and returned with a cup of tea, a twopen ny loaf a pennyworth of butter, and a halfpenny candle. Then as she made some bread and butter for her moth er, shivering the while, for the bleak wind blew in at the ill-fitting case ment, and beneath the door,' and up through the seams of the flooring, Me nie thought of all the nice things she could buy when the picture was sold. We'll get coals, mother, and have such a roaring fire,and I'll buy a round of beef, and soup, and I'll buy steak an make beef-tea for, 'ye,- an then you'll get well, I'm sure said Menie. If it's all true ye say, an' if the pic ture was sold, I would be very clad to hae bit o money beside, me to be ready for ray burial returned Mrs. Brown reflectively. Menie's face fell. She knew that to have no money ready for her funer al expenses occasioned her mother much regret, yet ' the thought that, when the picture was sold, her share in the proceeds might be devoted to a purpose so doleful, deprived, her of all the pleasant anticipation in which she had a moment before revelled. From this time Menie began to take an interest. in art. She stopped at all the priutellers' shops to examine the pictures, and was surprised to" find that a scarcity of clothing in the fig ures which composed a picture was by no means an uncommon occurrence, and that even grown women had' 'sat to be drawn as she expressed it, de void not only of shoes and stockings, but sometimes even of more necessary habilaraents. She also found that poverty was quite as frequently delin eated a3 wealth, and discovered that, although in real life. 'she decidedly preferred the gaily clothed to the meanly attired, it was not sa iu picto rial representation. Here1 the ragged boy, who had broken bis jug and spilt hi3 milk, interested her exceedingly, and there the beggar woman with the baby in her arraa formed an irresiita ble attraction. Menie's viiits to the artist were very pleasant to her, for it was no small delight to the half-starved child to sit in a warm room during a given time every day, to feel a carpet under her feet, afcd be able to hold her hands stiff with cold to thekindly blare. As time parsed on Menie obtained some other occupation. Mrs. Smith, the land lady, got a Jittle baby, and, as she feared 3Irs. Brown was too poor to be able to pay the rent, it occurred to her that it would be a good plan to make Meuie nurse and errand girl, letting her' work stand in place ot the rent. In this way the child became a pa tient little drudge, receiving, many a cross word and hasty slap, but bearing submissively all this ill treatment and pri vation. Thus the miserable wiuter, the dreariness of which was only re lieved by visits to the 'artist and hope in the picture, passed by. Spring came, but Mrs. Brown, weakened by long tnouth of misery and want, grew worse, and the terrible fear possessed the child that her mother might die. Cold, hunger, and rough usage seemed nothing in comparison to the bereave- mentshe dreaded. ' : -' At length, to Memo's great joy, the picture waa finished, and Mr. Hay ward came to tell her it waa hung up in the Academy for exhibition. It was the first time the youn? man had seen Mrs. Brown, and as he looked round the room, and turned his eyes on the wan face of the sick woman, the thought of what this mother and child must suffer from sheer want made his heart ache. For their sakes as well as for his own, he earnestly desired the sale of his picture. After a few remarks to Mrs. Brown, he said, 'I suppose you would have liked to see the picture? '2s o, sir. No! why notT 'The wean wasna in a state to get herser drawn.. Wi a torn pinafore, maybe, an a dirty face, an no shoes an stock ins, it ' Excuse me, Mrs. Brown inter rupted Mr. Hayward, 'the pinafore was not torn, and the childs lace was uot dirty, and, if it had been, I couldn't have painted it. There is' nothing so difficult to paint as dirt.' 'It's a good thing returned the wo man; but there's none o us sir, likes to be takeu at our worst When my poor wee lassie's shoes an stbekins oot o the way, an her best frock no jilt at hand, to think that she was to bo painted in a picter that'll last for years! 1 I admit it docs seem a little unfair, as you put it returned Mr. Hayward; but you overlook the fact that your girl is remarkably nretty, and grace ful in figure. If I have done her any thing like justice, she must be univer sally admired But Mrs. Brown had no vanity not even maternal vanity and the artist's words did not afford her; the pleasure. he had hoped. Presently Menie herself entered, and Mr. Hay- ... t i ; .i a. i j i . . nnru, irciing inai U0 OKI not SUCCeed in making his visit agreeable to Mrs. Brown, invited the child to accompa ny him to the Academy to see tho picture. Menie was delighted, not that she had any desire to see the pic- . ture, but because she was curious to know what sort of place the Academy . was. ... You will allow her to cro? asked the young man, appealing to the mother. Un, 1 suppose there s nothing to hinder her, ... thcugh' she's & bounylike sicht to be goin through the street wi a gentleman was the dry and sarcastic reply. menie pui on a nnght smile aud a clean piuafore, brushed her hair, and declared herself ready to go. It was a lovely April day, and a gentle breeze wafted the light fleecy -clouds across the blue sky. The trees L in the park they passed were lovely with the tender green of spring, the birds sang in the branches, aud the streets were gay with the flowers of the season. The richly -dressed little girls, with their new ipring liats and frocks, were very interesting to Menie. In her estimation rich children, as she termed them, were all beautiful and ' good, and she regarded with the live' liest admiration tuany, over-dressed little people who were not in any re spect worthy of comparison with her be If. . When she entered the Academy her face was radiant with joy. 'Oh, this is just the kind o' place j. like!' she exclaimed; and, manifesting no curiosity regarding the picture of which she formed the subject, she loitered in each room to examine and admire every work of art iu turn. - - Mr. Hayward patiently waited, sod encouraged her to express her opinion on the pictures; hut when he led her to his own, she scarcely glanced at it, turning round at once' to look atsorae thiug else. As her eye lighted on a Cupid, the averted her face, with a strong exnrLron of dlapproval,which afforded her ctjuipauioii considerable amusement. : You doa't like that picture, I see, M enie said 31 r. Hayward, laughing. - life might ha' thought shame to be drnwed that way was the reply. Then, after a pause, He has had ev ery one o his clothes at the pawnbro ker's. . to be coxtinced. Getting nppAragripbs is like get ting up in the morning when jou woold -rather lie still than uot. ". . . Matthew T. Brcnnsn, a well known New Tork politicten, is dead. He had filled terwral important municipal of fices. A spci to the Macon Telegraph ssys a fire in Tslluba, FU., destroy ed the Episcopal Church, rectory 'and school house. Loss $3,000. . A Portsmouth, X. IL, diipatch states that the break iu the direct cable, which occatred on the ith inat., kan been lo cated in water from tweutrto twenty five fathom deep, about six miles from Torbay. Arrangements are pr02reis ing to make the repair.
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