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She Chatham Qecoto. 4 II. JL. LONDON, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION, BATES 09 Ayu Ay Ay Ay - A '.V-1' ''si AD VERTIGING One square, one insertion- "' $l.CtT One square, two insertions"- - 1.80 One square, one month - For larger advertisements liberal coa tracts will be made. j DOLLAR PER YEAE VOL. X. PITTSBORO', CHATHAM CO., N. C, MARCH 1, 1888. NO. 2fi. Strictly fn Advance. -J- ! u . A Valentine. Whoa azure skies confront the day, And far and near the soft suns shine, To livo and breathe were simple joy lYri hance one needs no Valentine. r-ut when the skies are full of storm, And lost in gloom the days decline, Tl.f 1nely he rt sinks sad and chill '1 1n heart that has no Valentine. Ar.l shrinking from th' embodied death Of spaiv Iteyond the farthest sign, Tlv -pirit. frozen at its source, Pivatn of no trivial Valentine. Y. t evon then the sweet earth throbs V' it h sunbursts down her ancient line; Jw suow-ttnko promises a flower, Tli -ii'v -hird bints a Valentine, A. iv w.tli care! This fragrant hair lvu ti ue lovers' knots I twine; Th velvet lips bring Summer now To i'ie, my little Valentine! A force of nature, as the moon, Makes wide eclipse and dim design, All the great sphere of sorrow you Shut t ut from me, my Valentine 1 You are a trifle turned of four, And I am all of ninety -nine; Jlut dark aud drear as death were life If you were not my Valentine! Harper's. AUNT HULDAH'S STORY. "Do you suppo3e I'll get a valentine, Aunt Huld ihY' 'Tor mercy's sake, Kitty 1" said I, laying down on my lap t ic vest upon which I was working but to holes, ''Jo you never thiak or speak of anything V ut valentines at this time of year?" Kitty pouted, and shook her yellow I raids the real corn-stalk yellow that matched her blu3 eyes as perfectly as if t m; designer in high art had picked ilv. in oat to correspond. Well, auuty, why shouldn't I?" said s:,. ".luit look at those blue-birds thrting in aad out of the old cedar tivc! They" re twittering St Valea i u's Diy,' you may be very sure. Look at th.- crocus-buds peepiug out from under the d;ad leaves!" "Weil,'' said I, curtly, "you're i.tithcr a blue-bird nor a crocus, so how would it do if you were to go to work n Ltzr.b Barrow's new dress?" Kitty wa3 a quick-tempered little il.ii? from her cradle, and she fired up at this rebuke. "1 might have known better than to expect any sort of sympathy from an old maid!" sail she, c itching up her work baikef, and flying out of the room. It was scarcely five mioutes, however, before she returned, tearful and peni tent. "Aunt Iluldah," said she, "I'm so sorry! Please ki3S me, and be friends ! you that that I didn't mean to call name!'' "Oh, bless you child 1" said I. "I don't mind being called an old maid. I mn one, you know, and the truth oughtn't to sting." "But you are the dearest, nicest, prettiest old maid in the world, Aunt Iluldah!" cried the girl, caressingly. "Fiddlesticks!" said I. "I'm as homely as a he lge-fcnce, and I know it. Now leave off coaxing and flattering. and go about your business!" And Kitty obeyed, singing a snatch out of "Love's Young Dream," for she knew that she was forgiven. Yet the words recurred to me over and over again, as I sat stitching there with the yellow Februtry sunshine streaming tliroujh thi white-curtained window, and tin blue birds whistling to each other outsi le. Yes, I was an old mail, 40 last birth day. It was rather absurd of my pretty niece, Kitty, to expect me to sympathize with her on the question of love and lovers. Well, I would mike the best of it, I resolved, aad to try to bi as cheer ful as possible. "What's for dinner, Aunt Huldah?" wi 1 Kitty, coming to me at last "Pork and beans. You'll find the pork in the brine barrel down cellar; be sure and pick out a nice, smill, square piece, and briag the beans to me, and Til pick them over. It will 6ave you time, dear." Kitty looked at me, as I sat picking f ver the whit3 beans. "Aunt Iluldah," said she, "you've Cot a beautiful profile you have, in deed 1 You must have been .real pretty when you were a girl. Aunt Huldah, why did you never get married?" 'Because Cupid never camo my way," said I, with a laugh. "Here are the beans, Kitty, n quick as possible." Just then Betsey, Get them a-soak Mr. Chandler's maid, came in. 4 'Could you lend me a yeast- cake, Miss Darwin?" said she. 4Tve some how got clean out o' yeast-cakes. And, Miss Darwin" "Yes, Betsey." "That gray cat o' yourn has scratched UP all Mr. Chandler's seed-lettuce ng'in!" "You shouldn't have left the cold -frame sashes off, Betsey." 44 Well, p'raps we should an' p'rap we shouldn't," remarked the independ ent Betsey. "But our lettuce, it's a-growm' in our own garden, you know, an' it's no way pleasin' to hev the rci h oors' cats a-haulin' of it cuter the ground with their claw?. Aid it was only yesterday week the dratted creetur broko tho glass of the dairy-window, arter the pans o' cream 1" "I am very sorry, Betsey," said I; "but v "But I'm not!" flashed back Kitty (whoso maternal grandfather had come from County Cavan, in -Ireland, and who thereby had inherited a strain of fight ing blood). "Didn't your Nero break down our prettiest chrysanthemums last fall? Didn't ho worry our nicest white kitten to death?'' Betsey took her yeast-cake and flounced out of the. room. "Now she will go and repeat all this to Mr. Chandler," said I. L.-t her!" said defiant Kitty. "It's nothing more than the truth!" "But he has always been such a pleas ant neighbor," said I, piteously, "and Nero is a very nice dog, after all, when he isn't in mischief." "Well, he wouldn't remain at Elm Lodge much longer, anyway," said Kitty. "If he's really going to marry Miss Poult ney, at the Cjurt, it's likely that he'll go there to live. Though it is rather nice, having the minister for a next-do or neighbor, the dog to the con trary notwithstanding. Handy in case of a wedding." "Kitty 1" I shook my head at her. "Well," cried the wild gipsy, "how can one think of anything else on St. Valentine's Eve?" Just then Grayette cams in--our great, purring, beryl-eyed household p:t, who was dearer to my old-maid soul than I cared to acknowledge, even to Kitty. "Poor puss!' said I, caressing her with my disengaged hand. "But you will have to go away if you are becom ing a nuisance to tha neighbors." And then and there it was that I secretly made up my mind what to do. The sun set fair and golden, as if it were a spring evening, the stars glistened like dots of fire against the heavens. Kitty came home from the postoffice with sundry significant letters in her bag, and scarcely less significant roses on her cheeks, and presently the light flashed into Mr. Chandler's study window, on the other side of tho fence. In the summer-time it was hidden in a hedge of lilacs, but the boughs were all leafless now, and I could distinctly see him sitting by his fire, with hi hand on Nero's head. "He i3 fond of his dog," I thought "Well, pussy shall not make trouble be tween us any longer. Oh, dear! it will be terribly lonesome when tho light doesn't shine these nights any more when he is in u rried to Judge Poultney's daughter !" Kittv kissed me oftener than usual that night before she went to bed. "Dear Aunt Huldah." said she. "we have been very happy here, you and I, haven't we? Even though you are only a noor little 'hand ou vests.' and I a dress-maker 1' "Why, of course wo havel" said L "And we should miss each other ter ribly, shouldn't we, it it we were parted?" "Nonsense, child! What should part us?" "Oh, I don't know! Something might" "Go to bed, and don't be silly!" said I, laughing. Early in the dawn of the next morn in?, I rose and dressed myself. I had determined to take Grayetta over to the Widow Singleton's before Kitty was up in the morning, to make a fuss about it Mrs. Singleton was fond of pets, and I knew my cat would have a good home there. And, spite of my Spartan resolutions, a tear splashed clown on pussy s gray coat, as I tucked her under my plaid blanket shawl and stepped boldly out into the melting snow, now all pink with the glow of sunrise. "Poor dear pussy!" thought I "Your little, flannel-lined basket by the fire will never be of any use again ! And the cracked saucer that you lapped your milk out of I shall never bear to look at it any more; for, oh " Involuntarily I uttered the shriek, for Grayette had sprung out of my arms, and was arching her back and magnify ing every separate hair on her tail, while Nero, on his side of the fence, was barking a shrill series of defiances, and leaping up and down in vain en deavors to get fct his adversary and tear her limb from limb. "Oh, pussy, pussy I cried I, trying to recapture my feline favorHe. "Nero, sir, behave yourself I" uttered the stern voice of Mr. Chandler, once more recovering his grasp of the chai i, which Nero had jerked out of his hand in the suddenness of the fray. "Miss Darwin, I have to make you a thousand apologies for the annoyances Nero hzs caused you of late, and to thank you for the forbearance you have shown to ward him. He shall never trouble you again. I am going to send him by ex press to my brother in Wisconsin. We are on the way to the express office now, so that Nero may get the early train." 1 Oh, dear!" cried I ; "and I am just taking Grayette to Mrs. Singleton, so that she need notVscraWh. up' ypur?ga den seeds, nor - rob iBetsy 4airy aiy more." v : V 'What! thatHautiful cat?rcried H Chandler. "I cannot lhink of allowing I such a thing. You must keep her, Miss Darwin." "Not unless you will promise to send Nero back to his kennel," pleaded L "You have been forbearing enough, already, y said Mr. Chandler. "I shall not impose upon your good nature any more," said I, firmly. 'Just than the shutters in the upper casement opened. Kitty thrust out hex cornstalk-colored head. Her eyas were sparkling like blue stars. She clapped her hands. "Oh, I have caught you two, have P said she. "So, Mr. Chandler is Aunt Huldah's Valentine." "The first you see at the window, The first you meet on the way, Shall be your loving Valentine For a year, a month and a day." Her sweet, saucy voice rang out lik a flute on the frosty air. I stood transfixed with horror at he) audacity, my cheeks burning witl bluthes, my eyes riveted to the ground. But Mr. Chandler flung the loop oi Nero's chain over the fence, and stepped bravely to my side. "I, for my part," said he, "can wish for no happier fortune, if you, Huldah, will consent." "But you are in jest!" murmured L "I never was more In earnest in nrj life," said he, taking my hand. "We are neither of us young, Huldah, but 1 think that it is not the young alone whe know what true love means. Nor havt lived your near neighbor for a yeai without learning to appreciate th sweet unselfishness of your character. Dear Huldah, I will be your faithful Valentine all my life, if you will bul accept my devotion." Well, perhaps it is not necessary to say whit my answer wa. We are to be married as soon a3 the new rectory is finished, and Grayette and Nero are tc be trained to be the best of friends. Mr. Chandler says he will not keep house without Grayette at our hearthstone, and I am really getting very fond ol Nero. As for Kitty, she is quite con tent "Because, of course, after the valen tine that David Ely sent me," said she, " I shall be married to him very soon, and I coulln't bear the idea of leaving dear little Aunt Huldah all alone. And I take all tin credit to myself, because I don't believe either of them would have had courage to say what was in theii heads if I hadn't put my head out of the window and sung that St Valentine's refrain !" But, of course, that is only Kitty's nonsense. Saturday Night The Quaint Coreans. Although Chinese and Japanese dig nitaries have long been familiar ia this country, there is enough that is nov.l in the costumes and customs of the mem bers of the Coreannc Embassy at Wash ington to excits great attention at the capital. Their walk is described as a ' stately glide," and the Minister espe cially, although hardly up to the average height, is credited with an unusually dignified gait, set off by "a serene smile." A mass of skirts and furbelows of the richest silks i3 a leading feature in their garments, rustling as they walk; while their "tall black hats of horse-hair, set daintily on the crown of the head, which is itself topped by the coil of hair," were not removed, it i3 said, during their preliminary interview with Mr. Bayard. This head-gear, through which the air can circulate, is hardly such as an American would fancy for this time of the year; but then Americans without practice could hardly balance the hats at all. Their features, are of the true Mongolian type, and the visitors seem well pleased with their novel surroundings, and with customs which would doubtless appear more singular had not Americans been for years in favor with the King of Corea. Harper s Weekly. Remarkable Engineering Feat A remarkable engineering feat has just been carried out in China in the face of unusual physical obstacles. This was the stretching of a steel cable of seven strands across the Luan River by Mr. A. de Linde, a Danish civil en gineer, aided only by unskilled Chinese labor. Tho cable is strung from two points 4648 feet apart The height of one support is 447 feet above the present level of the river and the second support 737 feet above it Tho vertex over the water is 78 feet. The Chinese cable is the longest but one in the world. Tho telegraph air tJible across the Kistna has a span of 5, 070 feet; two similar cables cross the Ganges, one 2,900 and the other 2,830 f.et. A third liae of 1,135 feet crosses the Hooghly, and in the United States there is one over the Missouri of 2,000 feet Indian Engineering. An Interesting Performance. Mrs. Cleveland kisses her husband good bye in the railroad station when she comes shopping from Washington to New York. She puts her left arm upon his ample shoulder she can't get it around .his neck and wHh the right draws his. face down to hers, kissing it as it ..were - in transit.- (New York Off nhia ' CHILDREN'S COLUMN. Aboat HHmmiaar AiriU. There are about five hundred different kinds of humming birds. These birds belong exclusively to the continent of America and its islands. From America they range north to the Arctic regions and south to Patagonia, and from the level of the sea to the height of the Andci One of the curious things About the humming bird is that when rain begins to threaten he shoots ud into the air for about one hundred feet, poises for a mo ment and then dashes i-owa to . the 1 ground with a whirring sound that i3 a8 loud as the whirr of the partridge. When they hear this signal the other birds seek cover. The nest of the humming bird is a marvellous structure. It is chiefly re markable for the delicacy of its con struction, being woven out of the most gauzy materials. It resembles in some respects a miniature hornet's nest. The door of the nest is made in 6uch a way that when the bird is inside no other bird can enter without difficulty. An Adventure wits a Diamond-Back. I had gone cut for a sail. But it was in one ol those deiightiuiiy primitive "home-made" boats which abound on this rivjr, and which sail cqua'ly well whether bow foremost or stern foremost Equally well, I say, but their bost is bad. This boat would not beat to windward at all, and I was too lazy to row. I was waiting in the hope that an al ligator or bi; turtle would perhaps obligingly tow me to the shore, when from thj direction of the home there came a succession of sharp, ringing shots, evidently the reports of a rifle. And with these came the screams of children, tho barking of a dog, and other evidences of an unusual commo tion. This was, remember, on the third day after our arrival in the Land of Flowers. There were no Indians about, and it did not seem possible that the house could be besieged by bears; though, failing some such explanation at the presenca of large game, I could not surmise what this rifb fusilade meant I attempted to pole to the shore, but it soon became evident tint Harry's boat was no tsvre trua to the pole than to her course in beating to windward ; so, to solve the difficulty, I stepped overboard and waded ashore. The fun was all over by the time I came on the field; but there, in the path that led from house to river, lay a veritable diamond-back, dead; one bullet through his neck, his spine broken by another, and his tail lacerated by a third. It turned out that while the children, with "Fannie" (a favorite Gordon setter dog) were running down to the water, the dog ahead, as usual "pointed" at something in the gras just out of the path. Hastening up, in the expectatioi of flushing a quail, or perhaps a rabbit, Dotty (my daughter, aged eight) found thi-. big diamond-back on the alert and ready for business. As an armed pirate lignts its battle lanterns, clears its decks, and beats to quarters, so this terrible cruiser of the lan I his kindled his eyes into flame, disposed his body in a coil, and sprung his portentous ratt'o. Luckily, our "Dot," who had visited museums in St. Augustine, well knew what all this meant, and prepared to beat a retreat, calling on "Fan" to follow. But that innocent creature, all unfamiliar with diamond-backs, had the curiosity of her sex, and invited a nearer approach to see if the thing were dangerou or not. So, as th? snake was but a few feet off, and time was precious, and tho story of Eve and E len and th3 tempter too long to tell, "Dot" cau jht the dog by the tail, and dragged her up-hill and cut of danger. Meanwhile, the alarm had been given at the home, and a gentle man, who happened to be at home, re enforcing the party with a rifle, the rep tile was soon dispatched. In measure ment it fell short of seven feet by only one inch. And we all thought it a rather large snake to find within a hundred feet of our dwelling house, and almost in the path that we daily traveled in going to and from the river. The Herr Doctor thought so, too; but, in his seventeen years on the plaoe, he had seen but three diamond -bacKs, and these were miles from the house. And you may be sure that during that night, and for several nights thereafter, I held my little girl very closely in ray arms before we put her to bed, and that limits were promptly set to the children's explor ations of field and groves. I St. Nicholas A $2000 Pearl in an Ash Box. It is reported from Paris that a jew eler there lost a magnificent pearl, weighing 128 grains valued at $2000. He advertised liberally and a month af terward a ragpicker brought the gem to the store. She said that she had three weeks before gathered up the con tents of the ash box in front of the jew eler's and when she came to sort them over she found the pearl. The Pekin duck is very prolfic, grows rapidly, and when full size veighs from 12 to 14 pounds per pair. AROMATIC SPICES. Every Quarter of the Globe Ran sacked for Sweet Savors. How Pepper, Cinnamon Cloves are Prepared. and "Don't stand so near the wheel I It weighs, two tons and is making 600 revo lutions a miiute. The suction is enough to draw you in." "" 5 So spoke the engineer as a New York Midi and Express reporter looked at the machinery that operated long' lines of shafting and belting. The engine works all of the machinery in a great spice mill, one of - the largest and best equipped in the country, and located right in the heart of New York City. Standing on the top fl or the superin tendent said: "Here are the spices as they come to us. This bin contains mustard seed, this one is full of whole peppers from Singapore, and here we havs cinnamon from Ceylon and ginger from Jamaica. There are several bins of each kind of spice, an t each contains different grades. The mustard seed is fed ihrough pipes to a pair of large steel rollers on the floor below. These crush it out into small flakes. The first qua'.i'.y of mustard is made by putting these flakes into a long row of iron mortars, in which the H ikes arc pounded to an impalpable powder by steam trip hammers." Twenty-five of these hammers began rising and falling at this moment and the noise was so great that all further words were lost The powdered mustard wa3 shovelled up into screens made of the finest silk and placed in sets of eight on oscillating tables. The second grade of mustard, after being crushed, is placed in bags between hair mattresses in a hydraulic press and subjected to a pressure of 5,000 poui.ds to the square inch. This re moves a large propoition of the oil, and leaves a dry, hard cake, which, when ground, is sold for second-grade mustard. The oil is used by confec tioners, and also in place of olive oil for packing sardines. Long pipes connect with the pep per tins on the top floor, and feed the whole pepper seeds to the mills. These aVe similar to flour mills revolving stones. The pepper when ground is picked up by an endless chain of buck ets and taken to revolving screens; the coarse parts are returned to the mill, and the fine pepper passes into bins in the packing room below. Cinnamon, all spice and cloves are ground in a similar manner. Herbs, such as thyme and sage, require a special mill It is a pair of stone wheels that travel around a centre, grinding substances on the stone floor. They are enclosed in a tight room so that nothing escapes when they are at work. In the packing department of the mill two dozen girls are at work making and filling boxes with th? different spices. A box-folding machine does the work of ten girls. It takes the flat cardboard, folds and pastes it and turns out a box every three seconds. The automatic weighing machine is a revolving marble table, on which are four sets of scales. The weights are set at one pound on each oi the scales, a cardboard box is placed on the scale and a tube from above fills the box until it contains just one pound. When the scale reaches the balance point a valve shuts off the sup ply until an empty box takes the place of the full one. Stepping into the office the superin tendent explained that the best pepper is the "shot" pepper, as it is in heavier grains than the Signapore pepper, which i3 the second grade, but both kinds come from Singapore. A still lower grade comes from the island of Sumatra. White pepper is the kernel with the shell removed, and though just as fiery it has not the fl ;vor of the black pepper. Pepper is often adulter ated with charcoal and buckwheat The best red pepper comes from Natal and costs fifty cents a pound. A lower grade comes from Zanzibar. Brown nutmegs from Penang, W. ,,are the best They are in iheir natural state, and are so full of oil that it will ooze out if an incision be made. The nutmegs kept by most grocers are the lower grades that arc put through a 'sweating process to remove the oil, and are rolled ia lime to cover up all the de fects. Th) best cloves come from Penang and are fcu t dried. . Cheaper grades come from Zanzibar, and are kiln-dried, with much of the oil extract ed. Ground cloves are adulterated by leaving in the stems. Pimento, or all spice, comes from Jamaica. The best ginger also comes from the same place, and is bleached whit a. Borneo ginger is often chalked to make it look like the bleached arti cle, African ginger is dark in color and poor in quality, but as it is very much cheaper than the other kind it is most used. Ceylon cinnamon is worth $1 a pound, and is very little used. Cassia, rhc outside bark of the tre-. is the sub stance in general uso and costs about one-tenth of the genuine article. the fountain of loath. T For the lat six years ever since the foundation of Chamberlain--the Sioui Indians have endeavored to prevent the whites from getting possession of Amer ican Island, which lies in the centre ol the Missouri river. It was always sup posed that their reason was of a mer cenary character, anl that their object was to cut the timber with which the island is covered, and turn it into the bright, yellow gold which they row covet so much. But a different reason has lately, and by accident, been discovered. It has always been supposed that when the Spaniards failed to discover "fhe fabled fountain of perpetual youth among the everglades of Florida, the romantic dream ended there and men grew old and gray as of yore. Not so, however, as this narrative will show. Oa the upper end cf this island, hidden by drooping evergreens, and shaded by stately cottonwoods, i3 a spring. It bursts forth clear and beautiful, and with a murmur as soft as a maiden's prayer glides from its island home into . the yellow, gurgling water i of the Missouri. The water retains the same temperature winter and summer, and its volume re tains its uniformity throughout the year. It contains, i all probability, the dif ferent carbonates, and that is the cause of the youth-retaining qualities which Indians attribute to it. The secret was let out a few days ago by an old hunter, who was familiar with the Indians and the spring long before this place existed in tho fervid imagin ation of John H. King. .They have thrown a sanctity around it, and for years have been in ths habit of drink ing of its life-giving principles and ol immersing the younger members -.of the tribe in its mystical depths. They im agine that its source lies amid the per petual fires that radiate from the centre of the earth, and that the fountain is presided over by the father of the Indian race, who is doomed throughout all time to regulate the temperature of the spring for the benefit of those who dread to see the footprints of old time mar their classic features. St Paul Globs. Jay Gould's First Love. At Plattsburg, N. Y., Jay Gould's first love keeps a boarding place. She i3 elderly and gray haired now and i3 not strikingly handsome, but in her day she was blithesome and pretty. She was the daughter of a country storekeeper. Jay Gould, after leaving his father's farm, went to work in the store, and promptly fell in love with the ro?y cheeked maiden. But the old man had much higher views of his daughter's future than her marriage with a young man in his own shop would realize He not only gave young Gould to under stand that a marriage was out of the question, but dispensed with hi3 ser vices as welL Jay took his rejection philosophically enough and gave him self up to the work of making a fortune. While he was growing rich and richer and piling million on million, his old love was vainly trying to battle with misfortune. Her father, who had plumed himself so proudly on the ownership of his "general store," failed; the husband whom she took after Jay Gould had gone away brought little to her; and so at the end she en deavors to eke out an income by open ing her house to summer boarders. She has a wondrous amount of philosophy in her make-up and very little envy. She is bright, good uatured and contented with what fortune has brought o1 cught one to say left her. Some o Jay Gould's relatives spend a few weeks at her farmhouse every year, but Jay himself never goes there. Chicago Tribune. Yerifying Thermometers. Any one can verify his instrument at the freezing point by immersing the bulb aud tube in melting saow or broken ice up to the top of the mercury column. The mercury, after a few minutes' exposure to the ice, should stand at 32 degrees, or freezing. This method is in use in the United States signal service, where all thermometers are verified four tim3s a year with I great care. The errors tor other points of the scale may best do deter mined by immersion in water with a reliable instrument Tin water may be gradually heated and the instruments compared at various points as the tem perature increases. Th.3 water should be constantly stirred and care should be taken not to fore 3 the mercury t the top of the tube, thus breakin g the ther mometer. A commoi difficulty with cheap instruments is that the tub 2 is liable to slip on tin scale, rendering tho readings erroneous. In selecting a ther mometer the purchaser should see that the tube is securely fastened in its place. Boston Transcript Not For the Table. Servant (in boarding home); "Ah, Misther Dumley, such beautiful ducks came today." Dumler (excited): "Dacks! You don't say so, Bridget!'' Servant: "Yis, sorr, it's an ile paint in' fer the dining-room." Epoch. Too Late. The poet paused and listless dropped his pea. 4Tll think no more," he said. "The world is old. 'Tis filled with thought, and weary-minded , menv - t Have gleaned enough from all thattmu has told. Til write no more; all themes are over wrought And only wrinkles deck the pale sad brow of Thought , , ; "Why store the brain, -to stoop beneath, th weight Of never-sated reason's cumbrous load? Only to know tho fixedness of fate To bear the pain and still apply the goad? And then, when all the lease of life is spent, But be more gray than wise, more feeble tha content! "Why should we reck of days or years oi ages? Why note the mysteries each moment brings? Why heed the hoarded wisdom of dead sages? Why pore o'er histories of fools or kings? Away withall the past! all ghosts of time And all the grinning skeletons in prose or rhyme. " Til rest me here. The soul most yearns fot rest; The vacant mind is fetterless and free. All things that live, save man, live to attest Unalterabla nature's stern decree; Then blest the boor, who lives and dies serene, Careless and dull, nor thinks what is, what ' might have been!" Too late, too late! The craft once cast adrift Upon the shoreless sea must restless float; All points converge and useless every shift To the blind pilot in each fated boat. Then spread all sail! catch every wind that blows, bravely sail, and sink, and then whe knows, who knows? Charles L. Page in Overland. Sail, HUMOROUS. p, h a clothes rub for the washsr woman on Monday. It is the dry goods clerk who most frequently sales under false colors. The whale and the school girl are tho great sources of blubber ia this country. The man who is slow to express an opinion might just as well send it by freight A show spoken of as "a rare enter tainment" proved to be a performance not well done. The reason why some people nevei grow old is because they do all theii growing when they are young. We often sec the words "John Boyle O'Reilly" in the papers, but we never hear whether Johunas done it or not What is the difference between a tuba and a foolish Dutchman? One is a hoi? low cylinder, aud the other is a silly Hollander. Lady to tramp : Poor, man, how did you come thi3 way? Tramp: On toot, mum. Don't believe them as accuse me of tryin' to work sympathy just after steppin' off a parlor car. . "I'd like to cuff you. you youig ras cal 1" exclaimc 1 an irate man, who had been a target for the lad's snowball. "Yer would J eh! Well, collar me fust and cuff me afterward, old man." "No, sir!" exclaimed old Mr. Get there to an agent who had ruthlessly invaded the sanctity of his private office; "I won't look at your cyclopaedia; 1 don't want it; I won't have it My boys have all got bicycles, and I'm not going to buy anything new for them to break their young necks off of!" An Old Joke Rim Down. Everybody has heard the story of two duellists, one a big burly fellow, the other a small slender one, and the sug gestion of the latter that his size be chalked out on his antagonist, and that the shots outside these marks be not counted a remark variously ascribed to celebrated people, and most common ly perhaps to John Randolph, on the occasion of his duel with Henry Clay ia 1826. The original story comes to tho surface now in the first volume of "The Eirly Lifo of Samuil Rogers," just published. It occurs in his diary of a trip through W ales in 1800, whero he records it as happening at Swansea between two farmers a few weeks before his visit Charleston News and Courier. A Moonless Month. The month of February, 1866, was in one respect the most remarkable in the world's history. It had no full moon. January had two full moons, and so had March, but February had none. Do you realize what a rare thing in nature that was? It had not occurred since the time of Washington, nor since tho discovery of A'uerica, nor since tho b3 ginniag cf tho Christian era, nor the creation of the world. And it will not occur again, according to the computa tion of astronomers, for how long do you think? 2, 500, 000 years. Was not that truly a wonderful month? Golden Days. Squelched. The occasional contributor dropped into the sanctum wearily. - Seated at the desk was a beetle-browed tramp printer. "Are you the mule editor?" softly in quired tho visiting contributor. "Fay," answered the apparition, poising a proof slipia his delicately dis colored digits. "I am thi calf editor. Dojou wish to be edited?" Washing ton Hatchet.
The Chatham Record (Pittsboro, N.C.)
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March 1, 1888, edition 1
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