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I)c l)atl)Ctnt Hccori). II. A. LONDON, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION, BATES Of ADVERTISING One square, one insertion- - $1.00 One square, two insertions - - 1.50 One square, one month - 263 For larger advertisements liberal con tracts will be made. NS BOLL IB PES iW. Strictly fn Advance. :K VOL. X. PITTSBORO', CHATHAM CO., N. C, MAY 24, 1888. NO. 38. Sip if "iY f& u iYViY" " ifVTV'iYWY - .nw m mm mm mm All's at an End. The breach is made fal-e friend, adieu; AU's at an end between us two. ,.-t other com?, with power un 1 prais, 1'n !M your image from my dayj; T!i t .shining pasr, its colors fade 1 11 have no more the Lreach U made. Ali's at nn end? Trtud instinct Hesl Tii- iv is no end to human ties; My witv has l-eirned an alica tone; Mv 'ry look rep .-at s your own; ( un natures net in foe anl friend la am we cry, All's at an end. Doia Reed Goodale, In Hsrpcrs LUCY'S BURGLAE. r.Y HELEN FOUUEST GRAVES. It was very loncsomo at Aunt Jocas ta't lonesome, tv n though I had just rone from tin willerusics of a New Hampshire mountain home into the crowded streets of New York. I had had my d roams of a career. I hail fancie I that this city expedition of mine was a sort of mission to Aunt Jo casta, whom I hd j i turcd to myjelf a pallil, d.licate woma- much needing an active, sympathetic young nioce like myself. But the first sight of Aunt Jocasta, standing with her ami3 akimbo under th3 fluttering shadow of a whole grovo of second-hind gowns and polonaises in which useful articles -she dealt dis pelled these visionary ideai to the four winds of hea von. Slie was simply a fat, vulgar old wo man neither more nor less. "Oh, it's you, is it?'' said Aunt Jo- casta, as I alighted fro:n the cabii the sultry dimness of tin August twilight. You'd ought to hev come ia tho horse cars. 'Twouldn't hev cost near so nvicii. Or I'd hev met you if you'd let me know, and we could hev come down ia tin elevated. S you're Mari a's dar tcr, be you? Don't favor her much, 1 cilculatc. No, cabby; don't you be tryi i' to come no such game? one me! Seventy-five ccnt3 is your fare, and yoa'Il r.ot get a cent more' (snatching from my hand the silver dollar which, in o'ie uencc to tin eicmanu oi my .1 lut, 1 was timilly proffering him.) The cabman muttered some very in complimentary remarks, lut jumped on his box an I drove away, while Aunt .l.caU led mc through a stuffy little tore, filled -with different varieties of v.e jnd-han t articles, from a sofa pil ! w toa pair brass lire-log?, into a Iir:y bad; p:ulor smelling strongly of i'!i:e-:uo! i a d vc3tcrday's jrridllc- i-i!v.'P, and bi cloned ms to take a slip pery, horse-hair-covcrcd chair in the "So you've conn to stay, hov you?" aid she. "If it I can be of any comfort to y iu,"' sail I, feeling rcaly to burst iato tear. "Oh, 'taint that," said tho old lady, liftiag tin lid of a fat, black tea-kettle. which va3 sintriacr on the stove, and peering curiously into its depths. " lou't need no comfortin'. I s'posc, though, there was lots o' gals to home, an I your ma was glad to get one of 'cm oil'n her hands." "I assure you that was not the reason." I burst out. "I came I came---"' 'Well, it don't matter what you came for!' tail Aunt Jocada. "You're here, and there's an end of the matter 1" Sho rega'cl mo on boiled lobster and Icttuca for s ipper, durig wli' h meal she was frequently summoned to tho shop by slurp, peremptory rings of the little bell on tho door, and I was lendcred extremely nervous by hear ing the details of one cr two of the sharp bargains which she drovo across the counter. "I do hope, if you're going to stay,' said she, returning after ono of these verbal battles, "you'd bo able to tako some of theso bothers rff my hands. It's dreaJful tryii' not to be let to take oac's tea in peace. Ar.d a fresh lobster at that, and salad fit for tin queen." I st.id nothing, but secretly calcu lated ia my own mind whether I had money enough to tako mo back to Gooseberry mountain tho next day. It was painfully evident to mo that my Aunt Jocasta and I had our being in 'together dill rent spheres. A'ter supper, Aunt Jocasta went to s ep and s ored, until she was roused '-' the appearance of a pert laly's-maiJ, vith a pjscxagc under her nrrr one of !r mistress cast-off ball dresses, which Ii-' was cammiisioncd to sell. Afterward, a sjim-Ieggo I little boy 'riivod on tho scene, with a copper tea ! ,,tl!o to dispose of; and, lust of all, a l ttle old man came H, and, after a !nl(ii:g'd siege of chjiffoiing, carried if wi ne than a third of the stock in tr K tied into a co.r.pict bundle. Alter thi', there was a lively chase d wn the street a'tcr a miserable, I t-ty-faccd little girl who ha I bee.i ' au.d.t sto ilin one ol tho gayei.k hand kerchiofs that hung from tho awning "verhead. I wou d frii have iuterceded for the 'Jimbling, pmting culprit; lui my : ,l-t prom j tly delivered her over to the nearest policeman, agreeing to appear a?ainst her in court tho next morning, w M.c a mob of men, women and chil dren, who might have ascended from the cracks ia the pavement, so ins'a-'.tly did they appear, collected arpun l th? door, in vaiious stages of frantic curios ity. And this was tho homo for which had so foolishly left the sweet old farm house under the New Hampshire maple trees! If ever poor mortal was wretch edly homesicx, it was L At last. Aunt Jocasta tied on a snuffy o'.d bonnet, that looked as if it might have been slept ia every night for a week, and announced her inten tion of "runnia arcuid" to a friend of her for a few minutes. "Tho shop is shut," sail she, "and you can pull out the sofy-bedstead and go to bed any time you please. I'll let myself in with a night-key when I come in.' I gazed mournfully at the uninviting old sofa, which was eventually to be transformed into my resting-place; and then was the time, left all alone by tho light of a kerosene lamp, that smok -d 1 a lly, in which I tasted the keenest bitterness of my lonely lot. Tho rudling of the maple trees under Gooseberry mou ttaia, the rush of White Cascade, the hooting of owls in the trackless forest all thoso sounds would have been as music to my cars cox- pared with the mufll :d roar of wheels, the nso and fall of distant voices, the indescribable murmur of city life that surrounded me hero. Just then a peculiar sou id struck on my ear the gnting of a key in a lock. I started up, cvory word that I had ever read or heard of the audacity of New York burglars recurring freshly to my mind. The sound sti I continued. It was nearer than I had at first imag ined. Iro3eup, trcmblin?, and shrank back t .. A. ,11 . tutu iui uarKcsi corner o; tm room, as a tall, dark -haired youig man came stealthily ii, with a light cloak thrown picturesquely across one should?r. But then I rjmemb.'red my duty to A.unt Jocasta. Tiiat mint be performed at all hazard". And seizing up the old fashionrl brass warming-pan which stood on one end in the corner, I rushed at him without a second's delay. "Gj away from here!" I cried. "Po lice! H-dpl help! P. lice! Go away this moment!" I had the satisfaction of hearing my brass warmin pan ring a lively salute against the head of my amaze I enemy; but just at that moment I caught my foot in a rip in tin carpet and fell head long to the floor, warming-pan and all. In a second, my ant gonit, minui the hat which my implement of warfare hid knocked oil, stood over me. "You little vixen!" said he. "What ought I to do to yo i? What do you think you deserve?" "Police! ' I shricke 1, resolute to the last, although a sickening sensation of pain thrilled through every nerve, and I knew that my left elbow was bent un der me. But the word died away into a irraa- "Ar you hurt?" the burglar asked. 'I I think I've broken my arm," I "wailed. "Bat, oh, plcaso go away! R- fleet what an awful thing it is to break the commandment about stealing! You are young yet at least you do i't look very old and surely you c n't be entirely hardened t ) a life of sin. Picase 1 romise never to do so any more--and I'll let you go this time. Only promise !v The t ill burglar was looking down at me with a grave, solicitous face, across which came a shadow of amusement at my word". 'You'll let mo go, will you? ' said he. "Very considerate of you, I'm sure. But the question is now how to get you up fro n the llor without hurting you. You seem to bo all tangled up in that i rass concern there." "If you wi 1 take hold of my hand," said I, 'I think I can pull myself up." And so the burglar and I succeeded m hoisting myself up and getting me on a chair. "Tint will do," said I, with dignity. "No go. At once!" "But why should I go," said the youngman. "I lodge upitain. Didn't you know that? Mrs. Pod berry kcops tho key of my room in here, and I juit ramc to get it, as usual.'' "Aro not you a burglar?' said I, with an effort. "No," said tho young man; "I'm a telegraph operator. But you're grow ing paler every minute. Shall I run for a doctor?' Tho next thing I knew was that Aunt J casta was liberally besprinkling mo with Florida water; a doctor was ban daging up my broken arm, with my burglar assisting, after a most scientific fashion, in tho background. "HowcVvr did you do it? ' said Aunt Jocast. "Hitting folks over the heads with warming-pans, and breaking your own arm, goodnes3 knows now I One might kuow you were from the comtry, tdcing decent peoplo for burglars, and raising the wholo neighborhood like thij!" "O io might know she was frcm the country," interposed tho telegraph opeiator, laughing, "because she is so ! good ana gcniic ana u c mp-uiuing. Besides, thing3 did look rather sus- icious for me, Mrs. Pod berry, you jf.ust own." "Well, I meaut to hev told her about your key, Mr. Har'orJ," said my aunt; 'but I clean iorgot it. 1 don't s'psa the child's so much to blam?, after all ; U;t it would seem as if one miffht know O a burglar from a gentleman, anyhow yen can fix it. And now, if you'ro done with Lucy's arm, dtctor, do look arter that cut on Mr. Harford's head bleedia' steady, all over his hair," I stared with terrified eyes. "Did I do that?" I ga.ped. "Not you," saidHirford. "It was tho warming-pan th it did it ;n evil- minded sort of w.rming-pin, sinco it first wounded me and then flung vou ever," Did ever acquaintance commence less auspiciously? Yt. after alL I might have beoa saved thoso iokter tears of mortification and shame, sinco Mr. Harford protested that the cut was nothing a mere scratch of tho skin--and persisted ia regarding the wholo thing as an admirable joke. In ft c-, it only seemed to make us excel lent friends. My Aunt Jocasta, however, did not improve on acquaintance, as I had hoi;c 1 she would. Perhaps there i something ant agonistic to gentleness and refinement in this second-hand business. At all events, I was heartily glad when my arm was well enough to go to Goose berry Mountain. "I shall never want to come back tc New York agjiin," said I, after Mr. Iltrford had seen to the checking of my baggage, and we stood together in the shelter of the Grand Central' depot, waiting for the great gates to open. "Not even if I asked yoa?" said Har ford. It wa3 nearly dork, and no one could see that he hid taken my hand in his. "You!" I echoed. "I've been trying for tho last week tc ask you to be my wife," sail he. "It's my last chance now. Tell me, Lucy, do you think you could lovo me cnougl to marry me? ' "I--I don't know," I stammered ;,4bul I might try." Ho stooped and kissed mc under the shadow of the monster poke hat that 1 wore. "My own darling1," he whispered "writo when you get home and perhaps I'll come out and sec you in a week oi two." So I : m engaged to Walter Harford, after all, and I thi k it extremely likely that I shall spend tho rest of my days in New York. And I should be quite, quite happy, if I could only forget that shocking episode of the brass warming pan. Siturday Night. Hctling Rid of Rats. The amount of destruction caused by rats in tho barn, in the corn-crib and under tho stables, cannot be estimated by one who has not been c died upon to fight the vermin at a disalv.int.igd through the long months of winter. A? in the houso, so in tin barn, rats and mice are a natural and unavoidable pu ishm-jnt for neglect, carjlossno33, or want of skill. Ia bri igin tho corn and grain in from tho fields and storing it r.way in the fall, it is almost impossible to prevent the introluction of several of the33 nuisances; bat if precautions arc taken they . can be exterminated beiore any serious harm is done. Every hole or hiding place ia tho floor of tho barn or crib should be thorou ;hty stoppe I up before war is d cl ared ajahst tin ani mals. Then tho corn-crib should be set on capped po t, and wire netting nailed around the bottom and eaves. Tho horse stab'.c and cow stable should bo paved with cobble-stones covered with cement and f tar. The rats and mice will then find no hiding place except in tho barr, where there are always plenty of little corners and dark places to run into. But the intro duction of several c at3 in tin b ira will soon destroy the nuisances, if they have no better shelter than that off jred by tho b xo3 and b ags. It the grain and meal are kept in tho bara, thero i3 noth ing better to protect the bins than broad hoop iron nailed on thi edges on both sides, inside and outsile. Hem lock plank should bo me I to build the bins of, on account of ita shirp, splin tery naturo. By attending to thc33 lit tle details a great saving is made, as tho bags will soon cease to bs fud of holes when wanted, and tho corn will not bo nibbled away in such, largo quanti ties in the crib when spring opens. No man can tell how injich ho will save by thi3 extra work, for In cannot tell how much he lost before; but tho amount of worry and anxiety that ho will save himself will bo no small part of the gain. New York Examiner. A Precious Bit of Paper. "All the money you ever handled couldn't buy that little piece of paper." With that ho handed mo a manifold soiled scrap on which I could at fir3t seo nothing. At length I deciphered in rude, disputed letters tho two word?, "Dear Papa." Ho had discovered it in the playhou33 of his little daughter who di-?d only a few days ago. Some time when in the midst of her play, her little heart had turned toward him, she ha I scrawled these two words- -and then, having bnrne testimony of her love, threw tho paper away. Augusta (Ga.) News. CHILDREN'S COLUMN. Thfi land cf Story Book; At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing And do not play at anything. Now, with my little gun, I crawl All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back! There in the light, where none can spy, ' All in my hunter's camp I lie, And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed. These are the hills, theseiare the woods, These are my starry solitudes; And there the river, by whose brink The roaring lion i come to drink. I see the others far away, As if in fire-lit camp they lay, And I like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So when my nm se comas in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward 'ook3 At my dear land of story books. Robert Louis Stevenson. Fog1',R rii anil Saow. ;". Having learned how the wat.r is drawn into the air, let us see how and why it comes down again as rain or snow or dew. There is a singularthing about this moisure, which is this: The air will hold only a certaii qu antity of it, and that quantity depends upon the temperature of the idr. But warm air always holds more than cold; so, how ever warm the air may be, or however much mfisturc it may contain as in visible vapor, we havo only to cool it enough and the vapor condenses, as we say; that is, it becomes visible, first as fog or mist, and then as drops of water, such as wo see on the pitcher. And the rcaon we seo a white fog rising at right, after the sun goes down, is on'y becauso the water, which has been evaporating all day and going up into the air as invisible vapor, becomes con densed to fog by tho cooling of the air when tho sui's heat is withdrawn. Whon the sun rises the fog disappear?, but the vapor slid ascends, and when it reaches the altitudes where the air is always, coo', it becomes condensed again as fog, only it is then called "clouds." And if it becomes con densed enough to form in drops of water, they fa.l, and it "rains;" or, per haps, it snow, for saoav is but frozen rain. St. Nicholas. The IlUtt-kltfriy Johnny Porciv.i'. was a boy about nine ytars ol I who, like many other boys, hat, net learned that one might have too mifch'of a good thing. O ;c d.tyVlig-ai.4 -to his nio. her: "I wish I was a man!'' """" .. 4 Why, Johnny?' "So that I could have as much black berry pie as I want." 'Djn't you have as much, now as you want? Yuu always share with us." les, motner, l have one piece, some times two piece3, but I want a whole one, and when I get to bo a man I mean to have a whole blackberry pie to my self.'' "Well, Johnny, you need not wait to be a man for that, you may havo one now." "What, mother! a whole one all to mysc'f?' "Yesrycugo and pick the berries and I will have tho pie for you, and you may have it all to yourself." "Oh! goody! ' exclaimed Johnny, and in great glco he ran off for a basket and went for the berries. Ho brou dit them home, and his mcthcr made a nice, fat bei.ry pi", in one of those largp, deep, oblong tins -which our mothers used to havo. When Inked it was handed over to Johnny, who sat down in the corner to eat it. II i began with a hearty relish, smacked his lip, and pronounced it a real good pie, and soon had half of it devoured. But such a pio is a great deal for one little boy to cat at once; he attacked the latter half with much less ea-erncss. His mother saw his failing appetite, and pleasantly sail: "Johnny, you r.ced not cat it all if you do not want it." But Johnny had undertaken to eat a whole pie, and did not mean to givo it up, so he .answered: "Yes, mother; I do want to eat it all, but this part is not quite as good as the other half." "That can't be, my son, for it was all made together. Otcpartmu t bo jus- Johnuy kept on eating, 1 ut slower and slower, and evidently with less relish. Ho persevered, however, till ho swal lowed the last moutl f .. Then he pushed the empty tin aw.:y and said aloud: "I wouldn't give a cent for a black berry pie." This truo story is not a strargo one at all. Manyaboynow thinks that if he only had a man's liberty, he would be happy, but if he should have a man's liberty without a man's judgment to guide him, he would only make himself miserable. Be thankful boys, that yo cannot always now do just what you please." Character is. very much like cloth in cio- respect. If white it can bo dye 1 b'ack; but once blackened it cannot bo dyed white. AMERICAN GLACIERS. A Sublime Feature in the Moun tain Landscape of the North. America's Icy Giant, the "Great Glacier of the Selkirks." The United States is just a degree or so too far south to be able to support glaciers of any account, although some of its mountain ranges are lofty. Upon the Cascade Range of Oregon and Washington territory many glaciers of good size exist, anl a few remnants are found ia the Sierra Nevada end that northern branch of the Rockies called the Wind River range. From the Canadian boundary to-th-ward, however, the whole of the intri cate ir. u itain system covering British Columbia i3 stuld.d with glaciers, which are encountered at less and less elevation as you go r.orth- ward, unti', in the gorge of the Skeena river and the fiords of tho Alaskan coast, they descend into the very sea. Tho whole breadth of theso mountains is now traversod bv the Canadian Pa cific railway, and from the car windows dozens of glaciers are plainly visible. Tb-y begin with the ascent of the east ern slope cf the Rocky mountains, and only disa; jvr.r when the coast . range has been ii t bchinel, and the Pacific is almost ia ti:rht. 500 miles west of the first experience. In the Rockies the ice is restricted to the bare summit re gion, and nowhere fat least neat the railwavi descends below timb.T line. In the Selkirk and Gold ranges, at th sources of th: Columbia river, west of the Rockies, however, the ice reaches far down into the dense forests of gi gantic co lar and fi-. which cover the o ? valleys and lower part of tho peaks. The most extensive of all theso gla ciers occupies a very lofty plateau at the summit of tho macrnificcnt j Selkirk mountains, ju t west of the railway pass, and sends down huge arms into several radiating ravines. This plateau, which is scores of miles in extent, and en circled by peaks that riso far into the realms of peipctual winter, is wholly covercel by a snow fie'd, underlaid with soli 1 ice of great depth, and tho "Great Glacier of the S.lkirk," together with several others visible from the cars, arc only overflows of this wilo mer do f? act. Ttushe.l thrcu rh nans in tuo rim O T I f of cliff, and formiar? outlets for the constantly augmented congelation. Within a mile of the foot of the Gre:.t Glacier stands the railway station called Glacier. This is little more than s hotel, which has been built by the rail wav company for the accommodation of tourists, ar.d is most excellently main tained. It stands half-wav un an enor mous ravine, which below sinks into pit some miles ia diame!cr, whence the Illicilliwast Rtvtr :dlirds the railway I a passf.gc out of the mountains we t ward - ... j ar.d which is surrouidcu ly snowy anu grandly outlined pc ks. Down this ravine comes an imp tuous liver whose water, like th at of nearly all tho other Rtri'niTM i i those mount:.ins. is white as milk, declaring its glacial birth; and up the banks of this most romantic strram lhroii"h a fcre.t of trees, some , of which are more thai 250 feet height, a good path leads to the foot o the glacier. Dec: ly ensconced below m the green forest, a id overshadowed above Ly gi gantic walls and piinacle?, dark, snow streaked rock, the glacier forms a sub lime feature in the mountain landscape frrm many distant points cf vl w; but when one comes suddenly ut of the woods at a poi .t in the path only 500 vsird from the icj. the scene that j ' bursts upon his' vision is m st imprcs sive. Between two prodigious mount nins. whose sulintered battlements are unrelieved 1 v anvthin? Ics3 stern than patches of snow, lies a slope of ice te miles in length and a third of that 1U width. It is broadest at the top, where it rests in in? -c I outline against the sky so nc 2000 feet above your stand point, then diminishes somewhat toward its round jl, conv x forefoot, so that its whole sh na is that of a saddle-flap. At . 4 the top the ice has bro'.en into a per feet chaos as it fell over the steep rim of the plateau; but lower down, where the slope is easier, its sur face shows almost unbroken and billowy outlines, conforming to the trough of its bed. The general color is grayish white, the delicate gradations of which mark tho undulating vaiiations of the surface; Lut tho broken masse s at the crest, the numerous crevasses or cracks which deeply scam its surface in all directions (but most often crosswise) and the profound rifts and breakages where tho ice steadily breaks down at the foot, are vivid blue, or in some lights clear grass green. But these colors and gradations of tint vary with every alternation of sunlight and clouJ shadow. At each side of the f lacier are great ridges of broken rocks and bowlders (moraines), th.-.t upon the left .being particularly prominent. In front of it is a wide area of b. wlders and gravel, through which trick'e a numl er of rivulet?, speedily uniting 'nto the river, which half a mile down rcc.ives a powerful tributary from another I?':'"0"?! lcmz to tno same from ys-hoi- rivulets como lows that reach, far ucd-.r the ice gleaming blue tunnels, lighted by the i crevasses that let azure rays filter into ! . . . . i their depth. But it is unsafe to creep into any of these crypts, for masses of ice arc continually f illing. Farther up the side,. however, there is a cavern in the ice, whence once, no doubt, issued a large stream, now diverted, and here one can cater and remain in safety. It is like a cavity carved in a mass of turquoise. The rugged walls are lu minous blue, and the very atmosphere of this wonderful ct.ve is saturated with the same rich color. Harper's Weekly. Western Cattle and Telegraph Poles. The Union Pacific train runs for miles, hundreds of miles, along the Platte and SvUthPlaito river?, and ycu begin to seo that the engineers of these western railroads must have loved the rivers, for they followed them very closely, and when they get further on among tho mountains there is no stream so perverse, or crooked in its ways that the engineer will depart from it. These are the plain?, whero little or no rain falls, where practically nothing but grass grows without irrigation. I believe the rain belt ha in theso last thirty years, moved west in Kansas and Nebraska "somo one or two hundred miles, and that there are now many pro ductive farms where even so recently it was thought useless to try to raise crops. But the rain belt has vet plenty of W A room to go west in. There is water in the South Platte, and at times a good deal of it a broad, shallow river with low banks, running through a flit and IcVel country, fiat and level for miles and miles, with here and there an irri gated spot and with some groat irrigat ing ditches dug by companies that havo spent lots of money in the work but the country is mostly given up to stock raising, and tho 6tock stays out all win ter. Tho grass cures on the ground, and the cattle cat it the year round, for it is seldom all covered with snow. The cattle go to tho rivc-r or toother streams or wet places for water. They wear trails across the plains in their marches, and many paths are worn to and from the telegraph poles along the railroads, which the cattlo march to to scratch themselves on. Sometimes for miles tho lower parts of tho telegraph po'e3 are worn as smooth as though they had been sandpapered, by tho scratching of tho cattle. -New Y rk San. The Little Prince and the Grenadiers. An old soldier contributes to the "Pots lam (Germany) Ziitung" this story: ' One morning in May, 1859, I, then serving in the 1-t Regiment of Foot Guar. Is, was marching with my comrades along tho roal between Sans S uci and tho Orangegebaudo toward the village of Eiche. We had just ar :ivcd at tho broad avenue which leads .'rom the new palace into the road when the crown prince and his family ap peared in sight; little Prince Wilhdm in a panier on a donkey led by a turse, the crown prince and princess arm in arm about twenty yards behind him. Wnca the crown prince perccivad u3,ho ca led out 'Litbanau, let your company halt a moment.' Then he s topped up to tho donkey, lifted tho little prince or.t of his panicr and ramc toward us. 'Good morning, kinder,' said the crown prince to u, and we shouted back in unison:. G.od morning, your royal highness. 'I want just to show you my little son,' and he mado the littles prince shake hands with his tiny fist with every grenadier. Tho crown princess stood by smiling, watching the scene. When we had all been shaken hands with the crown princo again wished us 'G)od morning,' and contin ued his w .lk ; we went on in capital spirits to our full duties. Second Lieutenant Von Liebanau, who was then in command of cur company, is now well known as court chamberlain to Princo Wilhelm. Only a man, -who in his soldier days had been an actor in a scene like that, can feel how a bond is formed thereby between prince and people which nothing but death can break." A Hasty Meal. Olive oil is the great product of tho province of Otranto, in Italy, says a tourist, and at B.indisi it is worth while to visit one of the houses where the merchants keep this valuab'o com modity. They have large cisterns, like tanners' vats. Between these there is small standing-room, and I was warned to take care not to fall in; one may be . very fond of bathing, and yet not care for a dip in olive oil. They tell of a dog that fell ia one day, but, luckily, was got out, dripping with this oil, so valuable here as a sub stitute for butter. A crowd hunted tho poor beast with pieces of bread, rubbing them on him for the oil, and eating as they ran all through th3 town. Tour ists had better be careful, or the dog's fate may be theirs. Mathematical. the new "Mary, why don't you use capot I bought?" Mary "Plc&se, mum, cook says she is very sorry, mum, but tho new teapot ha3 fell in three halves." Bazar. "Clear the Way." : The city lies in hushed repose, The wintry night-wind freshly blowis. As if to rock the cradle host In Cher's sweet oblivion lost But hark! a. sound, and lo! a si?ht That wakes the town in the dead of night. A shriek and a glare, A cry of desp dr At the flames in their ire, - ' ' For the one word is "Firel" The people rush out, And, witn hurry and shout-, Press on to the light As it brightens the niht, And spreads like a banner unfurlol up on high, A sigh and a terror against the dirk sky! But hark to tha clatter, than music more sweet, Of the rolling wheels and the horses' feet! "Out of the way out of the way ! They come to save; now clear the way!" A sea of faces upward turned, One fear by every heart inurned; By ruddy light is clearly read On every brow the anxious dread. A mother 'mid the bright light stand?, Her neck tight clasped by baby hands, And through roar and hiss, Not quite they mis3 Her piteous frenzied cry; But mounting quick on high, A hero springs, His helm a star Of hope, that flings A halo far 'Mid the lurid light. For a moment lost, then dimly seen As it gleams on tho sight, The curling wreath of smoke between ! Up the ladder one rushed, but three come down, And the shining helm is a hero's crown! Yet heeds not he what people so', He only bids them "clear the way!" -Chamber's JournaL IIUMOROU& A bad pen Penury. Time gallops under the spur of tho moment. . It is a strange fact that silk dresses cannot be satin. Bismarck of ccu-so considers that all is fair ia war, but he ii not to ready to concede that all is fair ia love. Boarder (looking over breakfast table) Liver is that all there is for breakfast, Sarah? Sarah Slim c, sorr, there's liver enough there for sax. Professional gamb'ers have a great many superstitions. O ic of the most practical i?, th at if they deal the cards themselves they have a much better chance to win. There is a little girl in New York whose commercial interests are so pre cocious that she rents furnished rooms ia her doll's hcu e to her sisters for a fixed number of carameU each week. "One thing, Maria," said the tarred-and-feathered gentleman, ss his wife was plucking him, after the festivities: "the tar aiu't no special use, but there's 'most a dollar's worth of feathers on me." A western baseball supply dcale places the usu al array of bat3 and balls in his show window, and then adds to them a largo roll of court plaster, a huge bottle of arnica and a pair of crutche?. "Wal, wal, wall" sail Mrs. Sprig gins. What fools some mortals bo. They went and raised 3,640,899 carats in tho Diamond Fie!d3 of Afriky last year. It 'pears to me like as if I had a good soil to grow diamonds on I wouldn't waste no time over garden sass." As the lat rote of that touching lit tle ballad, "Tho L tter that He Longed For Nevo: Came," vibrated on the even ing air she turned to find a tear trick ling slowly down his cheek. "Ah, Mr. Sampson," she said, sympathetically, "you, too, have 'longed.'" "Yes," ho replied 1 uskiiy, "two years ago a very dear friend of mine went west on $25 which I loaned hi n. and for aught I know he may be dead." The Puss and the Goldfish. William R. Neville of Hampden has a goldfish which has had a singular ad venture with a cat. The fish is six inches long, and its world extends only to the limits of a glass jar on a tabic in Mr. Nevil!e;'s store. For company it has three or four silver fishes. A largo black cat, which has watched the com pounding of meelicines in that store Jor a number of year, and which has walked among the medicine bottles on the shelves without doiag any damage, manifested a great affection for tho goldfish. After making his daily rounds, Tom would stealthily approach the jar, look in, settle down by its side, and sit for hours and observe the antics of the goldfida. Tho latter did not seem to desire an acquaintance with the cat, Lut appeared alarmed. Day after day Tom resumed his vigi!. By degrees tho fish became accustomed to Tom's visits, anej soon got over its first alarm. Courting the confidence of the fi?h, Tom would sit and blink. Finally one morning the feline ma 1c a sudden lunge into the jar and brought out tho golden fish, which he carried to a back room to devour. Seeing his pet fish in i the mouth of its insidious enemy, the j doctor rushed to the rescue. The fish j is now back in the j ir and is as frisky as ever, showing, however, the marks of the cat's teeth in its sides. Baltimore, American.
The Chatham Record (Pittsboro, N.C.)
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May 24, 1888, edition 1
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