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4 Record. H. A. LONDON, Jr., tcord. am BATES OS ADVERTISING One square, one iii?ertl u, .... One square, two insert Ions, - One square, one month, r.nrroR and proprietor. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION: rony inoWi - - - -(tptrnpr, Wnw Diontlrj, - - 2. 1.00 vol. ni. PITTSBOKO', CHATHAM CO., N. C, APRIL 28, 1881. NO. 33. For larger advertisements liberal contract:! v. '.51 Look to the End. Will it eonie in the morning or at night, Hulilen in tlaikiuhs or swu in light ? Will it come with might of driving storm, Or Mft on the air of a new love song ? Ah ! ti ll us, yi; whisperiDg summer leaves, Or ye summer flowers, blossoming out, I ' ll u. ye llower-perfuinetl breeze, What is our angel of fate about? Huh ! Lo, (JoilV voice is heard afar, 1'iuler the glow of the evening star ; His voice is heard in infinite space, Njicakiug with inconceivable grace ; In the mighty oeeanV ebb and flow, In the flowers that wake to bud and blow, From the mou.itain tops and from tho hills, And anon in purling brooks' soft rills, y.vi ry puNing throb in naturw's tune Tecinuig with proinie of sweet connnune, Where that whii h i bom of grief and tears, lj l'nri' d w ith all the banished years-- mouldered tire burned away, Hi promise char as a new-born day, Makes strong in faith perfect rest to nap For "He givefh his lteloverl sleep.' A NARROW ESCAPE. It was dreadfully dull at Elderbusli Farm. Mr. Poyntz had hired the farm for six mouths. "If my girls are so bewitched after the easide," said he, "and the country, I'll try and give 'em enough of it !" F.lderbush Farm was in the real estate market at a low rate, and Mr. Poyntz engaged it, ready-furnished, with a gard ener, a cow, and the pony phaeton, with a blind pony thrown in. Mrs. Poyntz and the girls, however smb. is the perversity of human nature did not seem pleased when they heard of the bargain which had been driven. "But, pa," said Miss Imogen, "we didn't mean a one-storied house iu a swamp of salt marshes ! "We meant Cape May, or Atlantic City, or else that dear, picturesque Delaware Water Gap !" "There's no society here," sobbed Alexia, the second daughter, a blooming girl just out of boarding-school. "Nothing going on," said Mrs. Poyntz, a stout matron, who did a great deal of parish work, and belonged to at least a dozen "leagues," "societies" and "com munities," in the city. "You can make butter and cheese," said Mr. Poyntz, who had discovered the remains of an ancient barrel-churn in the cellar. "And there is the ocean view, and the pony, and the new row of boarding-houses just around the Point." "It's all very well for papa," said Imo gen. "He can go up to town every day. But we shall be bored to death down in this wilderness !" Unfortunately, however, there was no appeal from the paternal dictum, and the Misses Poyntz took to drawing in water-colors, walking, and boating in a venerable skiff which they found at the back of the barn, while their mother en deavored to modernize the house with Eastlake chintzes, muslin draperies and home-made lambrequins. One day. Israel, the hired man, came m. "Heard the news?" said Israel, who was one of those free-and-equal sons of the republic who never dream of the Aide social gulf that exists between em ployer and employee. "No," said Miss Alexia, who was re duced by circumstances to be glad even of a gossip with a "hired man." "What news?" I didn't know they ever had any news in this benighted region." "Once in awhile," said Israel, with a chuckle. "Mis' Parker's got a new boar dera poetess, from Philadelfy. P'raps you've heard of her Miss Emily Eglan tine ?"' Alexia and Imogen clasped their hands enthusiastically. They were both in clined to be literary. "Heard of her ?" cried they. "Why, we know all her delicious poems by heart. We've read them in the Trans 'endental Weekly ever since we can re member. Miss Eglantine ! It has been the dream of our lifetimes to see her." Israel chewed a straw, reflectively. "I read some pretty verses once that fehe writ," said he. "I do suppose, now, it's quite an art to sling rhymes together. never could do it, I know." "But what is she like ?" impatiently cried Alexia. "Tall, slender and wil lowy, with" "I only seen her trunks," said Israel "two on 'em marked 'E. E.' with canvas covers on ; big enough for smoke houses. I guess Mis' Parker had a jol ly old time, gettin' 'em up the crooked (staircase. Pete HawJey, the express man, be told me about it." And he went out to harness the old pony, to bring Mr. Poyntz from the sta tion. Imogen and Alexia looked at each "ther. "How shall we contrive to get ac quainted with Iter ?" said they. "We mustn't seem pushing," sugges ted Alexia. "Of course," said Imogen. "Wher ever she goes, she is tormented to death with people, begging introductions." "No," said Alexia ; "the matter must le quite spontaneous. An acquaintance t this sort must be formed a;cidental lv? or not ni all," "There will be plenty of chances," ob served Imogen. "She must be here for the benefit of the sea-air, and she'll walk a deal on the beach. You and I will go boating, Lex, and so it will be the most natural thing in the, world that we should meet. Dear me! to think that Emily Englantine should be as good as our next-door neighbor ! How I should de light to have her autograph in my al bum !" The next morning, Alexia, who had been abroad early, to secure fresh eggs for the omelettes, in which her father's matutinal soul delighted, returned, with the news that Mrs. Parker's new boar der was out walking on the beach. 'What is she like ?" cried eager Imo gen. "Short and stout," Alexia answered, in accents which denoted a slight degree of disappointment. "And she wears a poke-bonnet, and thick boots, and stamps up and down the sands, with an umbrella under her arm, and talks to herself." "That is genius," cried the delighted Imogen. "I dare say the mood of in spiration was upon her. Oh,- Lex, how I should have liked to see her !" "I watched her for a long time," said Alexia, "but I don't think she saw me. She's decidedly eccentric, I wager." "So are all talented people," said Imogen. "Tell Israel to get the boat ready at once, Alexia. I do so long to look into her deep, intellectual eyes." "I think you'll be disappointed in her," said Alexia. "I never can be disappointed in the sacred fires of genius," said Imogen, with enthusiasm. "Emily Eglantine ! Why the very name is a pass-key to my heart of hearts !" And she went to put on her prettiest boating-suit of dark blue serge, with white silk anchors embroidered on the collar. "Come, Lex," said she, to her sister. "I shall want you to pull the stroke oar." "I'd admire to go along too," said Is rael, wistfully. "I've always wanted to see a live authoress !" "No !" said Miss Poyntz, with author ity. "We are better by ourselves." And then as, Israel went dejectedly back to the woodpile, she added : "That fellow is so intrusive !" "I think he's very nice," said Alexia, "And his father owns the largest farm on the beach. And they've been offered ten thousand dollars for it by the Salt Sea Park Association !" "Opinions differ," said Imogen, drily, as they pulled out into deep water. "Oh, Lex ! there she is, pacing thoughtfully along, her eyes fixed on the shining sands ! Perhaps, even now, some poem is forming itself within her brain. Oh, what a thing it is to be an authoress !" "Hush !" whispered Alexia. "She is looking this way. Pall a little nearer to shore, Imogen. Oh, do listen ! She's speaking !" - "Good-morning !' .said the stout young woman, with the poke-bonnet and the umbrella. "Good-morning !" the two sisters an swered, in chorus, infusing an accent of the tenderest respect and admiration in to their voices. "Going out sailing?" demanded the inspired one. "I'd like to go, too !" Imogen cast a glance of scarcely -repressed delight and triumph at her sis ter. "We should only be too proud," said she, making haste to draw her boat up alongside the sandy beach. The young person stepped in, rather clumsily, it must be owned, for one who was supposed to be ephemeral as air, and sat down. Alexia pulled off, and Imogen made an effort at conversation. "I am one of your unknown admirers," said she, a little abruptly. "Eh V" said the poetess. "I am so delighted for an opportunity of knowing you personally, "added Miss Poyntz. "Every syllable of 'Eglantine Spray' is impressed upon my memory." The stout young woman stared. Imo gen perceived that she was not progress ing favorably. "Perhaps," she thought, "she's a little shy and sensitive about her own produc tions. I'll try another topic." And she added, aloud : "I hope you like the coun try here ?" But the stout young person seemed intent upon something else she was trying to take the oar from her inter locutor. "Would you like to row?" sweetly asked Imogen. "Get out of this !" said the young per son, with a brisk blow of her umbrella- handle, aimed at Imogen's head. "Come, jump ! both of you ! 1 am the Queen of the Alaska Islands, and I am going up to see my dominions !" Alexia and Imogen looked at each other in blank dismay, as the warded off the brisk play of the umbrella-han dle. . "She is insane !" cried Alexia. "No more than you are yourself! shrieked the voting woman with the poke-bonnet ; and, soiling the unfortu nate Miss Poyntz by the shoulder, she endeavored to fling her over into the sea. "I'm a deposed queen," said she ; "but I will be obeyed !" Imogen, dropping her own oar with a scream, hastened to the rescue, and a struggle ensued, during which the frail boat upset, and all three of the women were in the sea. Not one of them could swim; but, fortunately, rescue from the shore was nigh at hand. Mr. Parker pulled out in his flat-bottomed fishing-boat, and stout Israel Peck was not far behind. "Well," said Mr. Parker, scratching his head, when he had got the stout young female, now all wet and dripping, into his boat, and saw that Israel had been equally fortunate with the two Misses Poyntz, "it's a good thing she hadn't killed 'er. She's as mad as a March hare, poor dear ! , It's my wife's sister. As we thought, sea air and plenty of fresh milk would be better for her than the asylum fare. But if these are the capers you are going to cut up, Adeliza Mary, you'll have to go back again. And so peaceable as she's been of late, too!" "I I thought it was Miss Eglantine, the poetess," said poor Imogen, with blue lips and chattering teeth. "Bless you, miss, no," said Mr. Par ker. "The trunks are here, but she don't come down until next week." While Alexia, sitting under the same rug with Israel Peck, had not a word to say upon the subject. And they all went home to hot tea, bottles of boiling water and well-warmed blankets. Adeliza Mary Stubbs went back to the asylum. Miss Eglantine came down the next week, an elderly lady, in blue spectacles and a cap, whom Imogen Poyntz pronounced "decidedly stupid," and Alexia became engaged to Israel. "He saved my life," said she, "when we were out in that horrid little boat with the crazy woman. And he's so good and substantial worth a dozen city dandies, according to my taste." And Imogen's enthusiasm about au thors and authoresses is considerably lessened. Silk Waste. Is was quite by accident that Lister conceived the idea of utilizing silk waste. Going one day into a Londo n ware house, he came upon a pile of rubbish which strongly attracted his attention. Ho had never seen anything like it be fore. He inquired what it was, and was told that it was silk waste. "What do you do with it ?" he asked. "Sell it for rubbish, that is all," was the answer; "it is impossible to do anything else with it." Mr. Lister felt it, poked his nose into it, and pulled it about in a manner that astonished the London warehouse men. It was neither agreeable to the feel, the smell, nor the touch ; but sim ply a mass of knotty, dirty, impure stuff, full of bits of stick and dead mulberry leaves. In the end Mr. Lister made the offer of a halfpenny a pound for the "rubbish," and the sale was then and there concluded, the vendor being espec ially pleased to get rid of it on such ad vantageous terms. When Mr. Lister cot this "rubbish" down to Manningham, he spent a good deal of time in analyzing and dissecting it, and he came to the conclusion that there was something to be done with it. He found silk waste was treated all the world over as he had seen it treated in the London warehouse as "rubbish." He built new machin ery and imported skilled workmen, and in the end conquered his difficulty. But he spent nearly two millions of dollars in perfecting machinery for the manu facture of silk waste before he ever made a single shilling by it. Now, thanks to his perseverance, everything that enters within the gates of the Man ningham Mills is utilized in some shape or other, a surprising variety of articles being produced from silk waste. The following may be enumerated by way of example : Silk velvets, velvets with a silk pile and a cotton back, silk carpets, plush, velvet ribbons, imitation seal skin, corded ribbons, sewing silks, Japanese silks, poplins, silk cleaning- cloths for machinery, bath-towels, floor cloths, dish-cloths, and so forth. And all these from the once despised silk waste ! The consequence has been that silks have been greatly cheapened, and that a material which was regarded as worthless has come to have a value in the market. Not a Yery Great Loss. The Cleveland Sentinel relates this in cident : A young lady went to a drug store recently, and had a prescription filled. " How much," inquired the lady. "Fifty cents," said the clerk. "But I have only forty-five cents with me," re plied the customer, "can't you let me have it for that?" ;tNo, ma'am," said the clerk, "but you can pay me five cents when vou come in again." "But suppose I were to die," said the lady, jocularly. "Well, it wouldn't be a great loss," was the smiling response. And immediately the smiling clerk gathered from the indignant flush on the lady's face, that lie had been nwundersiood, Heat and Light.. The best temperature at which to keep a room, for health's sake, is about sixty nine or seventy degrees, above the mantel-piece. Less than this is far more agreeable to many, and a greater degree of heat is unwholesome, to say nothing of the danger of catching a chill on g o ing out from a room so heated. Elderly people should never put on a cold and unaired overcoat before going out-of-doors in winter ; it takes but a few mo ments to warm, so there is no need to run any risk. It does no harm, either, to warm both fingers and toes before going out ; then,, if a brisk walk be taken, there is little fear of any sudden or dangerous lowering of the animal heat. Walking can be done w ith greater ease and comfort if the clothes be light; and it is a very easy thing to have them made of materials that are both light and warm. The chest in people ad vanced in years needs all the protection you can give it ; and here I tell you something worth remembering : the back requires protection from the cold as much if not more than the breast, and yet protectors are nearly always worn on the chest only a mistake that is fatal to thousands. The custom of taking cor dials, generally of a vinous nature, to keep up the animal heat, is a very bad one. Never take a cordial of any kind if you can really do without it. If one be very wreakly in constitution, he should consult a medical man on the subject, and do exactly as he advises. There is no light like the light of day; the lower animals seem to know this, and make it their maxim to go early to bed, and be astir with the dawn. We human beings, however, must have ar tificial light of some kind, though we should never forget that candles, lainps, and gas all consume our precious oxy gen, and produce poisonous carbonic acid gas ; and the larger the burner, the greater the amount of oxygen consumed, and the more the need for perfect venti lation. Even four per cent, of carbonic acid gas in a bedroom is injurious to health and dangerous to life ; therefore I warn my readers against the too com mon habit of burning lights all night. For many reasons, too numerous here to specify, sleeping in the dark is more re freshing than in a glare of light, wheth er natural or artificial. Everybody should wear some kind of flannel under-clothing all the year round ; though, if I must make an ex ception, let me advise them that flannel be worn in winter and silk in summer ; and this I mean to refer also to a change, in hot weather, from stockings or socks of wool to those made of the softer and thinner but none the less comfortable material, silk. Those who suffer from cold feet should wear two pairs of lUjlit soft socks. Old people should always have their feet thus clothed, for their hearts are not so strong as they were in by-gone days, and can not pump the warm blood to the extremities with the force they were wont to. Few things are more destructive to, or rather, I should say, few things tend more to waste, the animal heat than cold feet and cold hands. The old among us should protect both, not forgetting that the spring and winter months are par ticularly fatal to those advanced in life. The aged ought to wear a flannel rather than a cotton night dress; it should be of sufficient length, too, to cover the limbs, and bed-socks should also be worn ; these should be of the lightest, softest wool that can be pro cured. They should have a sufficient quantity of bedclothes, and no more, each blanket being light and soft ; but heavy counterpanes should never be slept under, for the weight of them makes sleep fatiguing, instead of re freshing, as it ought to he. Harper's Weekly. Eyesight. Milton's blindness was the result of overwork and dyspepsia. Multitudes of men or women have made their eyes weak for life by too free use of the eyesight, reading small print, and doing fine sew ing. In view of these things, it is well to observe the following rules in the uses of the eyes: Avoid all sudden changes between light and darkness. Never begin to read or write or sew for several minutes after coming from dark ness to a bright light. Never read by twilight or moonlight, or on a very cloudy day. Never read or sew directly in front of the light or window or door. It is best to have the light fall from above, obliquely over the left shoulder. Never sleep so that on the first waking the eyes shall open on the light of a window. Too much light creates a glare, and pains and confuses the sight. The moment you are sensible of an effort to distinguish, that moment cease and take a walk or ride. As the sky is blue and the earth green, it would seem that the ceiling should be a bluish tinge, and the carpet green, and the walls of some mellow tint. The moment you are prompted to rub the eyes, that moment cease using them. If the eyelids are glued together on waking up, do not forcibly open them, but apply the saliva with the fingers. It is the speediest diluent in the world. Then wash your i fftce and eyes in wnvra water, Florida Oranges and Alligators. "For three hundred miles south from Jacksonville, along the St. John's River, and still further north and east," said Jay Gould to a New York reporter, "the coun try is dotted over with orange groves of from twenty to twenty-five acres in ex tent. It takes about five years for an orange grove to mature so as to produce fruit for the market, but nevertheless new groves are constantly planted, and are looked to as a sure source of revenue. When an orange grove begins to bear fruit it apparently never wears out. I heard of one tree which bears annually from six to eight thousand oranges, but that is above the average." "What is the cost of an orange grove?" "As I said," replied Mr. Gould, "they vary in extent from twenty to twenty five acres, and are worth from $50,000 to 5100,000. But they yield a handsome percentage. For instance, Mr. Hart, who lives just above me here, owns a grove of about twenty-five acres, and he informs me that it yields him a net in come of from $15,000 to $20,000. "Is this interest growing?" "Decidedly so, and I think that with in the next five years Florida ought to be able to supply the entire demand of the United States for oranges. I believe that the sweet orange is not a native of Florida, but has to be grafted upon the tree which bears the sour orange. On one tree you sometimes see oranges, lemons and limes growing together. Of course the several fruits have been graf ted ; but it is interesting and peculiar to a Northerner to see these fruits grow ing in a happy family on one tree. . It suggests a horticultural paradise." "Is orange growing the chief industry of Florida?" "By no means. Not to speak of cotton and live oak and the like, you must not forget the alligator," said Mr. Gould, smiling and evidently thinking of his alleged "alligator farm." "But is the alligator a sufficiently val uable animal to make his cultivation re munerative ?" "No ; his hide is the valuable por tion of him, and even that is worth com paratively little, though I believe they make it into boots in England." "But does Florida cultivate these reptiles?" "That is not necessary. The.alligator cultivates -himself and produces quickly and numerously. The whole swamp and river country is filled with them." "And are they dangerous ?" "Well," said Mr. Gould, "it is as well not to get in the way of their tails. I think they strike their victims chiefly with their tails. Nevertheless, the eleven inch iaws of some of them are not at tractive. My son killed one which resembled a whale on four leers. Our party killed over thirty of them. Wheth er I killed any or not myself is a diffi cult question for me to answer. I saw some live ones just before I fired, and some dead ones just afterward ; but as several rifles went off at the same time, I cannot assume that it w as my gun that killed an alligator. But alligator shoot ing was not what interested me in the South ; the blossoms, our wedding blos soms of the North, you know, were on the trees, and yet the ripe, golden fruit was there too." Fretful Words. Why be so severe in dealing with the faults of those at home while we excuse anything friends or acquaintances may do ? The laws of politeness should be binding at home as well as abroad. We enjoy seeing our husbands ana wives polite to our neighbors, only let us be sure to practice our good manners at home. There are husbands who would hasten to assure a neighbor's wife, who had, in her haste, burned her biscuits, that they "greatly enjoyed them when they were so nice and " brown," who would never think their own wives needed the same consideration. No man can be a gentleman, though ever so genial abroad, who is a tyrant or habit ual fault-finder at home ; and no woman is a real lady who is not a lady at home in her morning wrapper, as well as in silk in her neighbor's parlor. One mem ber of a family who begins the day with fretful words and harsh tones, is gener ally enough to spoil the happiness and temper of the whole for the day. Not all who hear the impatient word give the angry answer, for many choose to suffer in silence ; but every such word makes somebody's heart ache ; and, as a rule, it is somebody whom we love and would do anything for, except to keep back the unkind, sarcastic word. Then do not let us make ourselves and others miserable by being fretful at home. The Course of the Earth. If the earth could be suddenly stopped in her orbit, and allowed to fall unob structed toward the sun,, under the accelerating influence of his attraction she would reach the central fire in about four months. But such is the compass of her orbit that, to make its circuit in a year, she has to move nearly nineteen miles a second, or more than fifty times faster than the swiftest rifle ball ; and moving twenty miles, her path deviates from perfect straightness by les than one-eighth pi an inch. A Terrible Double Tragedy. Neapolitan society has lately been much exercised by a terrible "tragedy in high life." For some time past the ! Countes3 del Cigno, a lady of extraordi nary beauty, had been notoriously at odds with her husband, a gentleman to whom she had, at the urgent instance of her family, most unwillingly given her hand, her heart having been already bestowed upon a young Austrian artist, who quitted Europe for America on the day of her ' marriage, only returning thence to Naples a few weeks ago. He became, it would appear, a frequent guest at the Countess' evening recep tions a fact which reached the ears of Count del Cigno at his club, where ho spent the greater part of his time, by night as well as by day. One evening, just as the painter was issuing from the doorway of tho Palazzo del Cigno, the Count drove up to the chief entrance, and while alighting from his carriage, noticed his wife on the first floor balco ny, waving her hand in farewell to her old lover as he descended the stone steps leading to the street. Without a moment's hesitation the Count drew a stiletto from the breast pocket of his coat and buried it to the hilt in the bosom of his rival, who fell, mortally wounded, to the ground. As Del Cigno was getting into his carriage, however, a bullet from the Austrian's revolver, fired, as it were, at the point of death, .passed through his head, killing him on the spot. Five minutes later the artist also breathed his last. This horrible encounter took place under the very eyes of the Countess, upon whom the spectacle of her husband's and lover's violent death inflicted so overwhelming a shock that she became a raving mani ac, and is now under restraint in a luna tic asylum near Naples. London Tele graph. The Ear. The internal ear, says the Youth's Companion t is an exceedingly delicate and complicated organ, and is therefore specially susceptible to disturbing influ ences, xience ear-acnes ; aoscesses ui the ear ; thickening of the drum, ren dering one hard of hearing ; bursting of the drum, causing deafness ; and gather ings within the ear of solid plugs of wax. The close connection of the ear with the brain very often results in an extension of an inflammation irom the former to the latteV. Ear troubles begin early. The child is inclined to put small things into it r such as beans, coffee-kernels, pebbles, etc. Tnese, if they have been unnotic ed, irritate and inflame and may become sources of most serious mischief. Older persons are hardly wiser who pick their ears with pins. The ear should be let alone except t 1 1 L in cases wnen removea uy uu expert phvsician. It is needed where it is, to prevent the ingress of small insects and dust. It commonly takes care of itself. The bather too often does himself 11 ? A A- serious miscmei oy arrowing waier iu enter the ear. Thousands of bad cases occur yearly from this cause. The trouble is increased if the water is salt, as its absorption leaves hard, irritating crystals behind. One should never dive; and the onset of the surf should be received at the back. In winter, the steady blowing of a strong current of air upon the ear is dangerous. The cold air penetrates to the blood-warm interior, congesting and inflaming it. It is not always easy to avoid such a current, and it would be well, when likely to be exposed, to wear in the external ear a pledget of cotton. A little care may save from excruciating pain and permanent harm. An Unique Comparison. Man's life is a game of cards. First it is "cribbage." Next he tries to "go it alone" at a sort of "cut, shuffle and deal" pace. Then he "raises" the "deuce" when his mother "takes a hand in," and contrary to Hoyle, "beats the little joker with her five." Then with his "diamonds" he wins the "queen of hearts." Tired of "playing a lone hand," he expresses a desire to "assist" his fair "partner," "throws out his cards," and the clergyman takes a ten dollar bill out of him on "a pair." She "orders him up" to build fires. Like a "knave" he joins the "clubs," where he often gets "high," which is "low," too. If he keeps "straight" he is oftentimes "flush." He grows old and "bluff," sees a "deal" of trouble, when at last he "shuffles" off his mortal coil and ' 'passes in his checks," and he is "raked in" by a "spade." Life's fitful "game" is ended, and he waits the summons of Gabriel's "trump," which shall "order him up." Not Agreeable. As a rule, the plain, unvarnished truth is not agreeable. Speaking ft is not always a virtue. Concealing it is very often judicious. It is only when duty calls upon you to reveal the truth that it is commendable. A tale-teller may be a truth-teller, but every one dis likes the character of a person who goes from one house to another and inter communicates pll he sees, or iears. ITEMS OF INTEREST. Homely women look the best in big hats. We state this in the hope of see ing only small hats at the theatres. The value of real estate in California shown bv the census returns to be is $466,273,585, personal property $118,-, 304,451. . The Connecticut House defeated a. proposed constitutional amendment pro hibiting the manufacture and sale of in toxicating liquors. Mrs. Florence Williams, an adopted daughter of the novelist, G. P. R. James, has returned from a long sojourn in Australia, and is delighting the ladies of San Francisco with a series of lec tures on various topics. A corporation has been recently organ ized in Boston with a capital of $1,000, 000, to finish the bottoms of boots and shoes by a new invention. It is claimed that by the aid of tho machine 600 to 800 boots can be finished by one opera tor in one day, where 150 to 200 re now done by hand. Queen Victoria's gold and silver plate, which is kept at Windsor, is said to be worth $15,000,000. When the Queen entertained the late Czar shortly after the marriage of his daughter to the Duke of Edinburgh, gold plate to the value of $10,000,000 was used. The custodian ship of the gold-pantry at Windsor is considered an office of great trust. Some time since a letter was received in New Orleans directed "to the Biggest Fool in New Orleans." The postmaster was absent, and on his return one of the youngest clerks in the office informed him of the letter. ' ' And what became of it?" inquired the postmaster. "Why," replied the clerk, " I did not know who the biggest fool in New Orleans was, and so I opened the letter myself f "And what did you find in it?" inquired the postmaster. "Why," responded the clerk, "nothing but the words, 'Thou art the man!'" The Hottest Place on Earth. A singular phenomenon is reported from Aden. A heavy shower of rain has actually fallen there, and the Arabs and other inhabitants feel at a loss to ac count for it. Such was the effect of the down-pour that the air afterward became so cool that Europeans could tolerate a light overcoat, and Arabs and Abyssin- ians their cotton cloth, without feeling in the least discommoded. This is truly a wonderful state of matters for Aden, which is the only station the British possess on the coast of Arabia. It has the unenviable reputation of being the hottest place in the world. Situated at the southern bend of the Red Sea, not far from that celebrated Bab-el-Man-deb, or Gate of Tears, which the Arabi an and Indian navigators at one time never entered without believing that in all probability they would never survive either the shoals or the calm, stifling heat of the Bed Sea. Aden is built at the foot of a bare volcanic rock, and is not much oftener visited by a refresh ing breeze than it is by rain. British soldiers, whose lot has cast them upo that bleak spot of earth tell wicVjd stories about it. One is that the Euro pean residents are, in the absence of shady trees on the barren peninsula, ac customed to cluster under the lean flag staff that stands on Aden Point, in the hope that they may share the grateful shadow that it casts upon the ground. In the vicinity of Aden there are enor mous masonry tanks which the Arabs assert to have been built by Moses. These tanks three in number are sit uated in a corner formed by the junc tion of high volcanic rocks, and are connected by gradually descending flights of Titanic steps. They have never been even half filled within the memory of man, and this has made cei--tain philosophers opine that the seasons in the Bed Sea must have changed with in the last two thousand years, as Moses would never have been so foolish as to build colossal stone reservoirs if he knew there never would be rain enough to fill them. Previous to the construc tion of the Suez Canal, Aden used to be visited by light showers about onco every three years ; but within the last twelve years these showers have become more and moTe frequent, and now they appear to have culminated in the down pour which has caused so much surprise. Old navigators of the Pied Sea are con fident that this seasonal change is due to the Suez Canal, and perhaps their theory is correct that the new water connection between the Mediterranean and the ancient Erythrean causes rain clouds to travel from Eastern Europe until they are broken by the heights of Aden and descend in the form of rain. A liad Showing for Chicago. The Chicago Tribune says: "There four hundred saloons in this city which are merely the vestibules of dens of iu famy rooms where prostitutes of the lowest grade ply every visitor with so licitations too vile for description and publication. In these saloons men are made drunk and robbed, and handed over to the tender mercies of the inmates of the brothels of which they constitute the entrance."
The Chatham Record (Pittsboro, N.C.)
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April 28, 1881, edition 1
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