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l)c l)atl)am Uctovb II. A. 1A)M)0., EMToK AND PKoFlUKToK. KATES ADVERTISING On1 piinri, "iif tnfrtmn- - fl.Ol' One HjiiMrp, two insertions 1.50 jOnc RqiUMf, month 2.'rt F'T Inrurr ndvir fcomotits liberal con i r:irt will 1"'. inul. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION, l)c tl)atl)am Hccorfc. dura tern Mil ft' IV, iy r- ft k . 5 One copy, "no year -One ropy, six iii'uiths . 1 n copy, three month vol VIII PITTSBOUO', CIJATHAM CO., N. C, OCTOBER 8, 1885. NO. A Nnne fit bo Sml. Alol I H';ilK'1 tk t':m s'l.nvl, A 'icav -liU iv i In my h.m l ; 1 &tIOit I ; ll Wl to u, on tin - hi 1 1 11:11110. ihi' tin 'Inv. 'H'V;M( IV"IM tln put I lSt-1, i'lll' ItMfl.ll look lil'llill l I cms! i A v :i t r.i i.i inllm hih nnl l'ntf l u-iilic l my tint siw tiy. .i zn, nMili"ti!(!, 'ttt.ll ni J v bo, Vi'!i r-ty m.uU uti .ii tti fin 11 1110, A w ic- . (I nk nljliviiin- mm u srti -ri t im tin j. u-r Wli'-ri' I him (t-'d I Jit? iui'ly lioia 1 M" tiiiiis, tiit't ',-n, lit b no niovt Ol ini iiiV'hn, iIm itnmc I It tr, To 1 avc it (link in iw. A nl t, wi'li Ilifii win count tlio nnN, An-1 llO It t!lf W:lt'M Ml 111 ll III I t I kinivv ;i i.i-titij nrni-l MnmM I 1- 1 mi-. A ii.ii' nl in nattii1; Ot'itl! tui untitnl J in I linn wrought, t'l nil my I iti'in Annl hm 1I1 uht, A"l Ii't:n tiii sc lli'- tin moment' t illicit, I'oi ril"'-.v r '' li;itiic. luoujt I). Fir ttiir. ROSA'S EXPERIMENT. Pear me," saiil Mr. Pitcher, "what are our gils so dressed up for? Aint it washing day ?" 'Hush, lather!" Haiti histhritty wife. 'They're expecting company. The Willow Kollins is coming to waah to il iy.- Mr. Pitcher whistleil softly. Piiew-w!" said he. "In my young days we didn't hire a woman at seven ty live cents a day when wc had good stout arms of our own." "Things ehangp, father," said his wife, hurriedly. 'N'ot always for the hotter, though," remarked the good farmer as he got into his onc-horse wagon and drove away. "Iear nTT," said Rosa, "what a start that gave me!" '.Inst like pal" said Fanny. "Al ways coming in when we least expect him!" 'lie's out of the way now," said Mrs. Pitcher, peeping over t lie top of the lug geranium in the window. "And he wont be laek until dinner time." "lo you suppose Ix'll be along soon," said l'osa, "How is a body to tell," retorted I'.uiuy, ra'her impatiently. '!i, Fanny, I'm afraid!" faltered Koi:i. " Yon take my place, wont you ? Ifo'U never know that it wasn't you who wrote the letter." "Kosa, what a child you are!" said Fanny, with the calm superiority that belonged to her two years of seniority. "Don't you see that it will never do for you to change your mind now?" "I wondir if he's handsome':" o'i srrveil ll'is.i, with a lit tie t xcited gig gle. "M.i, there's the apple sauce boiling uer on thu stove. Jt will be IciTid to have the house, tilled with the smell of cooking." "Huriit apph'-s nice never yet hurt an;, body," said Mrs. 1'itiher. as she made h.i-te into the kitchen, where the Widow Wolli.is was just getting the clothes into the blueing water. "Uh, dtar," said liosa, "1 am in such a I witter, ition! 1 almost wish, Fanny, I hat we hadn't answered that adver tisement." "!t" too l-tte to think of that now," :aid Finny. "There he comes this minute!" "Where?" cried Koa, divided bt I we 'ii her extreme curiosity to seo the man who had advertised for a wife in t li coliimiu itf the Fuh i'it ir Vuniily JmiiHiil, and thu instinct that bade her lice to the nearest convenient closet, 'Tie is handsome!" whispered she. "And he has got his valise with him," said Fanny. "La!" cried Mrs. Pitcher. "I won der if he i-xpccts to bo asked to stay?" "I.-n't he dressed genteel V" said l!oa. all in a glow with excitement. "Ma, you go to the door. 1 feel as if 1 i mi i I n't stir a stop." The Misses Pitcher had, in a way, taken the thread of fate into their ow n hands, la a neighborhood like Fair view Centre, where there were at least five girls to every eligible young man, they felt that it was nocessary to be stir themselves in order to get married. And thus considering, Kosa, the younger, had boldly answered a matri monial advertisement. Mr. Pitcher was kept In ignorance. The girls were morally certain that "pa" would disapprove of their njw departure perhaps even go so far as to forbid it, up and down. "Ma," on the contrary, rather liked the romance of the thing. If the young man is in earnest," uid she "and I don't see any reason A'hj he shouldn't be it may be au ex zeiieat settlement for Kosa." Xt the sound of footsteps on the yioorvstone, Fanny f),d precipitately, Rom task, panting, on the haircloth sofa, a&J Mr. Pitcher hastened to aaswer the knock. "Does Mi. Pitcher live here? said a 'ta8 .young man, with sandy hair, a moustache to m itch, and Mtle-hlim yea veiled ijc&DO1 spectacles. "lie does," falteringly answered Mr5. Pitcher. "Please to walk in. My daughter is in the parlor." "Perhaps," said the young man, lies itatingly, "it might be well for me to explain to you that I" "No explanations Rre necessary," said M s. Pitcher, growing more and mora flurried. "Hm quite- understands. Please, to walk right into (he parlor. You'll find her there. Kosa, sitting exactly in the centre of the hair loth sofa, looked not unlike a mouse in a trap, wlm would fain es cape if it could. The young man set down his valise and bowed stilly. "1 hope 1 see you well, miss?" said lie. Pretty well," stammered Kosa. An I then followed an awful silence. Kosa could have jumped out of the window, if it ha tn'i been for the big geranium. Hie would havj taken ref uge through the door, if .-he had not 1 been inwardly certain that Fanny was In hiding back oi the hinges. I .Hie could nut go up the chimney i like (i draught of air; neither could she vanish into a crack of the floor. j oshe sat there and trembled. j The young man, after pnrtentioiisly i clearing his throat, began to unfasten j the buckles of his valisi "I have 3om 'tiling here which I ' shou'd 1 ko to show you." said he. i "lie has got some credentials as to character," thought Kosa, "or perhaps ' It is an engagement ring. (Hi, 1 hope it's a nice oil'"!" "Are viui fond of d io i n U ?" said the : young man. "Hut I needn't a-k. F.v- i cry New F.ngland girl is thai!" i "1 like it pretty well," said Kosa, much marveling at the question. 1 "You lead a good deal I suppose?" j ( h, yes!" said Kosa, brightening up I a little." "Kxaetl," said the young man. : "Well, I have lu re the very tiling that , w ill suit you. Yi ur next neighbor . below. Mrs. Hatterly, has taken two I copies of it, and it was she who rec ; omiiii'iided inn lo call here. A rom j plete cookery book, with all the recipes i in poetry and illustrated throughout, at only urn-dollar a volume. A sou i venir alike worthy of a parlor table ! or tin; kit It mi dresser, or even of a j place in a young lady's boudoir. And I as for literary excellence " His tongue was unloosed at la-t; ho was Millie. eutly voluble now. ! Kosa started to hi r feet. "Are are you a ' 'I'uK' she ! cried. ! That's my I'll iuess, miss," ackowl . edged the young man, unwrapping ; several ilil'lercn'ly l.niind volumes of j t he'l'oniplete ( ooK( ry Hook, in wrse.' j "Will ymi do me the favoi to look at ! this bonk ?" j "No, 1 wont!" excitedly cried Kus.i. i T only ask a tri.il to conwnce you j that -" I "Let mo go!" cried Kosa. blindly 1 rushing to the door, "1-1 am not well' I think I am going to faint. The book agent picked up his spec tacles, louked blankly at the blue, red and green volumes of his stock in , trade, and began slowiy to replace them in his valise. "I don't believe I shall make a trade here," said ho to himself. "The peo ple are queer. I hope 1 haven't got ; into a private lunatic asylum." j And he opened tho front door and walked out of the bouse, just s Kosa ran sobbing d wn the grape-vine path in the back garden, directly into the ; arms of a tall young giant, who was ' coming up from tho river, with tin overcoat on his shoulder. "liosa," said he, "i'e come here to ! ask you to pardon me. It was I that ! advertised. I did it just for a jo e. I Hut w hen .',"' answ ered it ' 1 ".lotham Filet!" cried Kosa. nearly : choking with wrath, "I'll never for- j give ;')' in this world never." j She struggled to escape from his grap, but in vain. j "Now. Kosa, don't be vexed," said i he. "You will forgive me ymi must! j And you shall marry me, too. There! I always said I couldn't piuck up a ' spirit to ask any girl to marry me; but j somehow this matter seems to settle itself. No, you shall not go till you have said yes. You're the very girl I have always wanted. And you don't know what a deal of store I shall set by you, Kosa dear." Don't tell pa about the advertise ment, then," said the fast relenting Kosa. I wont tell a living soul !" declared .lot ham. The book-agent went on his way making tolerably gocd sales that sul try day, while dotliam and Kosa sat happily under the grape-vines, and the Widow Rodins hung out the Happing sheets and towels on the lines, and sighed to think of the days when she too was young. And Mr. Pitcher was well pleased wheu he came home and learned of his daughter's engagement. "Jot F.llet is a too I fellow," said he. "lioea couldn't do better." j "Hut it isn't half n romantic a-i I j thought it 'via going to be when Kosa i iTst answered that advertisement." ' taid Fanny, sorrowfully, in the serin t uion of the back kitchen HtUn For- . r"f Oinrrs. A Iteseil Trlho. This tribe of Indians, which con tains, according to Chief C'abezon's own statement ab.int ono thousand souls, ha its rancheria near Walters' Station, about miles from this place, on the line of the Southern Pa cific railroad, west, in California. This tribe is sometimes called the , "Cahuillas." They were Christianized ! in the early days by Ca'l.i-ii padres, ( and maintain to this d.v a i-lnirchor-I ganiation and schools to educate their young. Their dialect is peculiar to the tribe and Is not understood by ; other Indians. They are governed by a single chief, who rules the tribe with absolute sway. This tribo takes its name from (he title of the line of chiefs, which is "rabezoii." The father of the present chief was called Oerva cioCabion X., and died about two years ago, according to all authentic reports, at the advanced age of 11') years. These Indians own considera ble stock of all kinds, and do more or less farming, and are, therefore, self sustaining. I Chief (lervacio Cabeon XI.. arcmn , panied by some fifteen of lis men and their wive, visited Yuma last week. Tho present chief is an intelligent man, about o1) years of ago, and is quite up in our system of government and law s. As his name I Cabeon ) in dicates, he possesses a large head, which, from his manner and versatility, must be, well stored with Indian know ledge and traditions. In conversation with him, he informal us that nil his tribe were very friendly to lnn Diego 1 CL. .1. F. laegei ). who resides across tho Colorado river on the California side. They have great faith in him. and regard him as a seer ami a man of most extraordinary ability and knowledge. Mrs. larger is regarded among them a doctress of most won derful healing powers, and their jour ney here is mostly for the purpose of securing medical aid from her. After visiting with Mr. and Mrs. larger for a few days, and receiving what medi cal aid they needed, they returned home by last Thursday's freight (rain. Cabezon and a number of bis (ribe will visit Yuma again soon for the purpose of consulting Don Diego as to (heir future movements and to havo some of their children doctored by Don Diego's wife, in whose great, heal ing powers they hae (lie most implicit faith. Xhiiiii ( Ai'U'iiih s.nHii'. ( ntcliilU' HllKC Till lb s. With the summer the green turtle and the great, loggerhead show their beads near the Keys, says a Florida letter to the New York K eoii in Post. The first iiiocnlight night they fur tively inspect the shores. Lie con cealed a little after nightfall, and the expelled Lreath of the turtles is soon heard as they touch bottom, and cau tiously peer out to see that all is quiet. The huge creatures now come forth, and reaching the topmost portion of the beach, proceed at once to dig with hind flippers a place for their eggs. Once fairly at work nothing but ab solute force will prevent their accom plishing this purpose. Indeed, we have, while seated on the back of one of the huge loggerhead turtles, taken its eggs, seriatim, until the whole com plement were deposited. At this junc ture the creature quickly rushes for the sea; not. however, until she has carefully rephu-ed the sand by the powerful sweep of the hind flippers. She has done her duty, even if her nest is robbed of every egg, and she troubles herself no more. Now is the time to "turn" the great reptile, if you care to use her llesh for food, and in the days of the garrison turtle meat was a welcome item in (he subsislenee department. Parties found much in terest and excitement in this "turtle turning." I'sually two or three men wero required. Once on their backs the reptiles are helpless. Soino exam ples weigh fliHj pounds. The hawks bill, from which the beautiful shells are taken, is common in these wafers, as the green turtle, so highly prized. Key West is the grand station for the latter, which are caught in the creeks among the mangroves, and kept for the market in pens called "crawls." Most of the turtles of the New York market are from this region. Tea Consumption. The total annual consumption of tea, it is now estimated, is .'I.imio.iiim),. K0 pounds; of coffee, 1,m..HH.m pounds; cocoa and chocolate, lMO.OHO pounds; while similar drinks are used by less civilized nations and tribes. It is the favorite drink of Kussia, Hol land and Kcgland, the last country annually iviportlng lmi.fHMJ.OiH) pounds, or several jiounds to erch man, woman and child. Phihvirlphia Ltdger. UIILIIKtIVS (OI.I MX. Thr Old Wo iimn Mill, In Apolda, Thuringen, there is an old woman mill. It looks like a big coffee mill, only it is not turned from the top, but from the bottom. From beneath it project two great beams. These are grasped by two men. win' by means of them turn the mill. The old women are dropped in at the top, wrinkled, bent, without hair or teeth, and come out at the bottom fresh as a pippin. This is alt done in one turn of (he mill. It is true, there is such a crush and crack that it goes to one's marrow to. hear it. Hut if you ask one wlv comes out fresh and new if it did not hurt tearfully, she says : "Dear me, no ! It's lovely. It is something as w hen you wake in the morning aftei a sound sleep. The sun shines in at tho window, (he birds are singing and the leaves rustling. You turn once more in your bed and stretch yourself, and your joints crack a little, but it doesn't hurt -that's all." A long way olf from Apolda there lived an old woman who had heard ol the mill. She thought she would gic anything in the world to be young again, so she one day suddenly made up her mind to go to the mill. Hut it was pretty si w work for her. She was lame, and had often to stop for racking cough, but she got on by de grees, and at la-t reached the mid all riL'ht. "I want to get ground over and lie young i'gain," said she to the man who sat before the mill, with his hands in his pants pockets, pulling rings of smoke from his pipe into the blue above him. "Hut, bless me, w hat a journey it is from my town to Apolda!'' What is your name?" asked Hie man, with a awn. "Old Mother Klappred." "sit down on the bench. Mother Klappred," said the grinder, an 1 went into the mill, opened a great book and brought out a long piece of paper wiih something written on it. "That's my bill, I s'pose," said the eld woman. ' oh, no," answered tho man, "it doesn't cost anything to bo ground over, but before you are put in you must sign this paper." "Sign exclaimed the astonishea woman, "Are you going to make me sign away my poor roul to the devil? No, sir, you don't make mo do that. I am a (iod fearing woman and hope lo get to heaven at last." oh. it's not quite so bad as that," wild the grinder, laughing. "There is nothing on this paper but a memo randum of all the foolish things you ii.ive ever done in your life. They are all put down in exact order, ju -.t ai -ronling to (he day and hour you com mitted them. Hcfore you ar" ground aver you must promise tha' when you Minn out young ymi will do them all )ver again, just in the order they ?amo before, exactly as they stand on this paper." Thereupon he began to run over the list with a malicious jrin. "It's true there's a pretty good lot of them a pretty good bt of Uiem. From sixteen to twenty six, une every day. two Sundays. After thai it's a little better. Hut when you gel up to forty, bless me, what big ones ! Later, things go tolerably well." "Well," exclaimed the old woman with a sigh, "I don't seo how it is go ing to pay, then, to get ground over." "'True, true," said the man. "For most people it doesn't. That is the reason we grinders have such an easy time of it. We have seven days' rest in a week and the mill stands there st ill, particularly in these later times. In old times business used to be brisker." "Isn't there any way possible to cross off just two or or three things from that list?" said the old woman imploringly, stroking the man's cluck persuasively; "only just three, dear. I will promise all the rest if I must." "No," said the grinder, "that is out and out impossible. The whole or nothing." Poor old Mother Klappred thought It all over. At first she had hall a mind to sign and jump in, but all at ome she turned suddenly to the man and said. "Here, take your paper. I don't want to have anything more to do with your old mill;" and off she hobbled toward home. When she ar rived all her neighbors came about h r with wondering eyes, exclaiming, "Why, Mother Klappred, you have come back just as old as you went away! Isn't it true about the mill?" "Y e n, it's true enough," said she, roughing and clearing her throat; "ves, It's true. Hut I I was dreadfully if raid of it. And then - and then Lor! what's the ue, just for this little bit of a scrap of a life." Christina Wtrkly fmm thr (io iiHiti. To labor is noble, let our tasks bo ver so lowly. p.KoniHTix by Tin: Tint. A Ohistly Harvest Olenned from New York Rivers. Many Human Bodies Cast Up Every Year-Scenes in tha Morgue. A New York letter to the Cincinnati Eifin'm; says: .VI tho year through dead bodies are found in the rivers, but in tho spring the season opens at the morgue and at the potter's field, .lack Frost puts an end to it in No veinher. In (he brief six n onihs how many an anxious query is answered by the waters, ho'V many a dreaded secret revealed. And, alas! how many a one is buried unfathomoil, unsolved, to which henceforth the cemetery of tho unknown dead only holds the key. Somewhere bet ween a hundred and fifty and two hundred human bodies lire cast up by the rivers every year; the number varies. In hard times, when business is bad and work scarce, the record runs higher than in more prosperous years, and the excess is credited to suicide. Hut, bad Reasons or good, quite one half of the "found drowned," are buried unclaimed and j unrecognized. Who they were and limv they met their fate is never found I out. Sucked under in the mad whirl ' pool of metropolitan life, in which on ly the sum, not the individual, counts, they are lost, unmourned and un sought. Of the anxious army of si archers who daily troop through th') dead-house, huntiog for some sign of missing friends, no one has a glance of interest or recognition for these outcasts. It happens, indeed, that Rome stranger's corpse floats ashore dressed in such rich clothing, with jewelry and gewgaws, that public in terest is strongly excited by the news paper account, which, in the end, brings the friends from a distance. Hut this is rare. The dock-rats, who reckon the rivers' dead as among their just perquisites, are on the lookout for such "lloaters." and empty pockets, torn or turned inside out, perhaps, tell too often of their victims. For every rich "find" that escapes them and is written up in tho newspapers, tho chances of those who come after are vastly dimished. It may, foo, beset down as a generally safe princple, that people with money in (heir pockets rarely get drowned. Suicide, or the drunken groping about the piers at night account for the great mass of lloaters, without a doubt. In either ras"' the victim is not likely to have much money. Poverty i, of all, tho mi st frightful cause of suicide, and tho occasional pawn ticket, the brick ov flat iron in the otherwise empty pocket, (ell the story more plainly than any coroner's verdict, of the drunk en wanderer, the thieves who prowl about the piers at night know how to take care. Cases of mistaken identi fication by parents of ihildren, or by children of father or mother, occur every week at the morgue. Partly is this, in all probability, due (o the shocking state of the corpse, its black ened and distorted features, and part Iy to the unhallowed surroundings, which inspire the vi-itor with irresist ible disgust. New York's morgue is its meanest disgrace a rickety, foul smeling old but in the Kelh'vue lls pital grounds, down at the foot of Fast. Twenty-sixth street, undermined by age and rats, and soaked through and through with decay and corruption. In a long frame shed on the pier, in which the temperature in duly and August rarely sinks below Jin-, the dead are laid in a long row, in rude pine-board collins on saw-horses, ollen fifty or sixty in the row. The hospi tals as well as the rivers and the tene ments of (he poor send their nhsre. The stench is fearful; the sights wit nessed in that shed unutterably sick ening. Woik-house help is employed in drugging in the corpses from the dead-wagon, and in packing them for burial, a simple matter enough. The swollen corpse is jammed down in a pine box as nearly as may be its size, the lid spiked down with ten-penny nails, name and date of death put on w ith a pencil, if the tenant came from a hospital and was known, the simple word unknown," if the streets or the river spewed him out, and the ghastly freight is ready for shipment to the Potter's Field when the steamer conies on burial days, twice a week. Less than a score, probably, of the whole number of drowned persons that are found in our rivers in the course of the year are women. With out a doubt they are all suicides. Men have a hundred chances to a wo man's one of tumbling into the river by accident. In the spring and sum mer comes a limited crop of buys, most of them nude, victims of a ver nal ambition for a swim at the pier when no policeman is in sight. Occa sionally a dredging-machina brings up part of a body, the mutilated trunk or a human head, show ing that the deep has secrets which it does not divulge; that there are d.'.id who nerer rise to the light of day. () hers are car ried out to sea and thrown ashore on Stateu Island or Hay K dge, w here thu tide sets in strongly, or pa s beyond Sandy Hook to (he great ocean, tu be heard of no more. A 1 in n I'owiler-II'iiise, "They tried Ho- gum gau.o on me down in IVnnsj Ivania." said the old tramp, as be gi.t a fresh brace on tho fence for his back, "but I came out ahead, considerably ahead." "How was it?" "Well, I struck (he town of York one day, and I didn't look a bit like a gentleman. My duds were old, my complexion ruined, and i was all run down at the heel, l.ver in York?" "No." "Well, the people In York neither send money to the heathen in Africa nor waste sympathy on the tramps in America. 1 struck thirteen liuiises in succession Mini didn't get a bite, and I was looking around for scrap-iron to stay my stomach w hen along comes an ollicer and givs me I he collar. Ho was taking me to the cooler when a wagon drives up and the chap on the front seat calls out that he will srive a steady job for Jl a day." "What at?" "You wait a minute. I didn't hank er for 'vol k. mind you. but 1 didn't care for the jug, and so, as the i llic-r was willing, 1 climbed into the wagon and away went. That job wa-, in the pow der houses which blew up the other day. The manager thought, h" had a big joke on me, and '.hough I didn't like the idea of working over a volca no, I turned to an I put in thru' days before I quit." "Why did you quit ':" -Well, on the third day, as I was carrying powder to the ti'rebnu-e, the manager came into the building. There was a busted keg on the iloor, and I was smoking my pipe. lie. didn't notice this until lie got past me and 1 had him cut nil'. Then I sits down by the bunted keg, pulis away at my pipe, and says I: " 'Mr Manager,' if wo gel there at the same moment. ymi nius! (jive me a fair show." " "W where''" says he, his face whit er than snow." ' 'At heaven gates,' I answers." "With that lie wanted to know if I hadn't ra'her take t" in cash all the money be had with h iu go west and run lor nlhce and becoin a great man, and I didn't know but l would. He tossed me his wallet, remarking that the train would leave in about five minutes, and I picked it up and walked olf. I reckoned '. Icing per sued, but he didn't even yell after me. The last I saw of him his legs were giving out a' the knee, an I a snow landscape was no comparison to his complexion, lie may have picked up another tramp sine, b it I mu ss not I g-U-t'-S s not." ' "' '. y'-w. A Southern lleieiile. Perhaps the stroiigesi in in in Geor gia is Mr. 1'ieiissee, lh" blaeksmdli at Hill limine' s simp, M ti ';. lie is abllllt SIX feet, till III'l.l'S lllell. stands erect, and his m :clcs are prominent. He siauds and with nlie hand raises a I-'" pound anwl out straight lorn ini'uile. and lakes a large carl w ! 1 in one hai.d by one spoke and hoi Is it out horizon tally at arm's length. ii:i healing ol of bin wonderful luu-cuiar power went 'over las' Moiilav to witn-s' some of this modern samp-m's strength, and when we asked him about it, "Ves," said he, ! think I am strong as any man in this country. I cm take this anvil and throw it from here 1o that wagon (a distance of titty yards). I n.e the hammer with my right hand, i n' I believe 1 am stronger in my hit. Here, feel of (his arm and the inu cles; measure it if you want t. Win ti I used to shoe horses I never encoiin tered one that 1 couldn't manage. 1 could hold them, ev' n if they were wild. I have never loim.l a man that was as stout in the arm' ns lam." - I. lick and l.'.ilmr. If the boy who exclaim! ' just my luck!" was truthful, !'o would say "just my laziness!" or "just my inat tention." Mr. Cobden wrote proverbs about Luck and Labor. It would be well for boys to memorize them: Luck is waiting for something ti turn up. Labor, with keen eyes and strong will, w ill turn up something. Luck lies in bed and wishes the postman would come and hriug him the news of a legacy. Labor (urns out at six o'clock, and with busy pen or ringing hammer layr the foundation for competence. Luck whines. Labor whistles. Luck relies on chances Labor on character. Luck slips down to indigence. Labor strides up to independence. ' Tho Koval RiuiiI. It Ihe on it h si'iviih sown tiih -oire-w, An t our Ik':ois u luai miiin, J it not fie l.iin, iv .li'V IHI I I'llV tlln .ll:OIu- I'llill hi it null to neck it liii'lriv, Aii'l n ox! In lind u my I i lliiil'l oui li" ii hoi Is "I 'ploiMirn Wiivb. nl wulit mini wu-li nwnv. Mm k mi lii l'l to prove JTi'iir iinwe lie A lino oveiy iln ; I lii'in ittc i nt'tnic wflliin to, lwr eici-i loi ilici IV.tv. l;lllll' liol'IU Willi ( . 1 1 t I ' I-01 . 'In ill ''iMt'i Hie ili moii pie.: ( iili-liier .HI loci J'lnnl oitl lln-liitf ; (in Ihc iiitiipiol- of vim.'.. Oh ' tlio earth is lille.l ilh i;lii'iii.. Alii Lilt lillllio lai-r.i" I'lmv; II we m n,i -I-- I ul' ehii'-s. W'l' t'.ltl leap no WIT. I- til" woe. liv the ii ii.alil I'litli- ol 1 1 1 1 v . 1 All the hiili-l ll'iwi'i- Moon! : ; Ati'l uli'i-n .mil kno.M niuuht -uvo lionor, M'C. mi ti'i t -r in a lollili. IIFMOKOl s. ; A bang uji affair - A dynamite car ! tridge. Tho bigger the picnic the heavier : the rain. A polite way of dunning a delin quent is to send him a bouquet of forget-me-nots, j A declaration of war Throwing old ; tin cans and other refuse into the j neighbor-.' yards. "No, sir," he said to the captain, "I ! am not seasick, but I'm disgu-ted with ; (he motion of the vessel." A contemporary remarks with strict j veracity that it is a cold day when ice cream is leit in the hands ol the con fectioner. .Joshua could successfully command the sun to stand still, but be could never have kept a six year-old son still w hile his photograph was being taken. V cynical bachelor of aimthi l' city says woman is a good deal like tho aceoriicon. Von cm draw her out, but she "makes m-,!sic" if yuii attempt to shut hrr up. A young lady who read that bops were being seriously injured by wet weather, declared thai no amount of wcl weather would prevent her from going to a good bop. A llcrliu physician claims to hau invented a machine for looking into the brain. It is probably a new fan- gled corkscrew, alt hough the old will uncoM-r the brain of most iind my man. A llaptist iniiilsii r was uiice as'.ea how it was that he consented to the marriage of Ins daughter tn a Presby terian. "Well, my dear friend," he re plied, "as far as 1 have been able to discovi r, Cupid never studied th1' ..logy." "!'"oh"' remarked the wise conceii go. T. a- the ,0 co.iipli-.lied bill quiet pei h'riuor of a piano solo was leaving the stage; "that fellow c.m't play. Why, he don't wriggle his body, nor throw bad his head, nor sink out his tongue , .jt ." Itnasl lli.r.e in I iiglainl. There aie many people who prele, horse to bei'l, but as il is a point in dispute, a pi a t ical step f'T solving t he di.ub! i being taken in Manches (I'. A hundred h"lsis aie slaughtered in that . ily every week, ami out up and sold as butcher's iiii-at." The trade is culled oil ill the poor dis tr.iis. where the steaks tmd ready pinch, iseis at prices ranging from fivii pence in eight pence per pound. Then) can be no pretense for saying that the ilesh o! a healthy horse is not lit for human food. There are epicures who prefer it to the choicest beef, but has been (heir rare goo 1 fortune to get a dainty dish which does not ordi- i nanlv conic into the market. The question is not whether the ilesh is li! t'l he eaten, but whether a wholesome an i m d is killed for sale. It will not pay a butcher to buy a healthy horse to slaughter and retail at prices lower than is paid for beef, and it may therefore be safely assumed that the animal which find their way to the sh. nobles are cither diseased or so used up as to render them quite unsuitable for a poor man's table. Th re is no doubt, then, that a cruel fraud is per petrated upon the buyer of this stuff by the butcher w Im deals in i. and the i.iily way to check it is by regulating tli" same utidel specific condition and (his i what (hey are trying to bri' 'gal out in Mati'-hesh r. When the restrictions are enforced it will be in teresling to note whether horseflesh at eight pem e per pound can compete with American heel, .iv, j,,,,, unit- i. I It. y W.inbl Ituth Feel Had. Little buy Would Mr. Washington have fell b id if his little boy (ieorge, had told a lie about the cherry tree? Father Ves, my son. Little boy Would you feel bad if I should t il a lie, father ? Father v"s. my boy, we would both feel bad. -Hftw York Z'iuttn,
The Chatham Record (Pittsboro, N.C.)
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Oct. 8, 1885, edition 1
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