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Susanna L. o world, great world, with all thy busy days Aud -rushing tides that till thy broad highways, Thy varied merchandise and costly show, What is the greatest gift thou canst bestow o Life, with all thy striving and thy schemes, Thy fond desires and ever-chaugiug dreams, What wilt thoti give us for our eager quest? What are thy choicest treasures ? Peace and res. But peace by striving only may be won The sure reward of duty bravely done ; And those who labor and endure the best. After long toil, shall know the sweetest rest. MR. PUNSTER'S RETURX. Chambers' Journal. CHAPTER I. - Mr. Solomon Pudster and Mr. Gideon Maggleby were bosom friends, nor could they well be otherwise. They were both horn on the 29th of May. 1815, in Go wit Street. Bloomsbury ; .Solomon entering upon the world's stage nt an early hour in the morning, at No. 69, and Gideon first seeing the light about midday at No. . At the age of ten the boys were sent to Westminster School: at the ago of seven teen they became fellow-clerks in the great West India warehouse of Ruggleton, Matta .Vr Co..; at the age of four-and-twen-tv they went into partnership as sugar merchants in Mincing Lane. At that pe riod they were bachelors; and being al ready sincerely attached one to the other, they decided to live together in a pleasant little house in the then fashionable neigh borhood of Fitzroy Square. For years they were almost inseparable. Day after dav thrv" breakfasted and' dined together nt home, and worked and lunched together in the city; and but for the fact thftt the firm purchased a large sugar est'ate in Demerara, Solomon Pudster and Gideon Maggleby would probably have never been parted for more than a few hours at a time until death decreed a dissolution of their partnership. The sugar estate, unfortu nately, required a great deal of looking after: and at regular intervals of two years, j one of the "partners was obliged to cross j the Atlantic and to remain absent from his friend for live or six months. Solomon and Gideon alternately undertook these troublesome expeditions, and braved the heat and mosquitoes of the tropics; and meantime the firm of Pudster it Magglcby prospered exceedingly: and no shadow of a c loud came between the devoted friends the former of whom, on account of his being a few hours the older, was declared -enior partner in the firm. ; But in the year 1863 an important event happened. Mr. Pudster and Mr. Magle bv ran down by train one evening to see the fireworks at the Crystal Palace: and on their return journey thev found them selves in a compartment the only other oc cupant of which was a remarkably buxom and cheery-looking widow of about forty years of age. The two gentlemen, with their accustomed gallantry, entered into conversation with her. They discovered that she and they had several friends in common, and that she was, in fact, a certain Mrs. Bunter, whose many do mestic virtues and abounding good natnre had often been spoken of in their hearing. They were charmed with her; thy begged, as if with one accord, to be permitted to call upon her at her house in Chelsea: and when, after putting her into a cab at Victoria Station, they started off t. walk home, they simultaneously ex claimed with enthusiasm: "What a splen did woman ! " Ah. Gideon !"' ejaculated Mr. Pudster sentimentally, a few moments later. Ah, Solomon!" responded Mr. Mag Lilehy with equal passion. "if only we had such an angel at home t. welcome us!" continued the senior partner. think," replied Mr. Magglcby after con siderable reflection. "I will put that in, and recopy the letter, Solomon." "We are about to take an important step in life," said Mr. Pudster seriously. "Are you sure, Gideon, that we are not acting too hastily?" "Mr. Pudster!" exclaimed Mr. Magglc by warmly, "we may trust these sacred promptings of our finer feelings. We have lived too long alone. The firm needs the chaste and softening influence of wo man. And who in this wide world is more fitted to grace our board than Mrs. Bunter?" "J3o be it, then," assented the senior partner. Mr. Maggleby recopied the letter, signed it with the firm's usual signature, and car ried rt to the nearest letter-box. When he returned, he found his friend waiting to go to bed, and trying to keep himself awake by studying the marriage service. On the following forenoon Mr. Pudster, with the scrupulous punctuality that is characteristic of city men, called at Mata dor Villa, Chelsea, and was at once shown into the presence of Mrs. Bunter, who was waiting to receive him. "I am quite at a loss to understand why you have done me the honor of coming to see me to-day," said the widow. "From your letter, I judge that you have some business pro posal to make to me. Unfortunately, Mr. rather less than two and twenty hours, when at about nine o'clock in the morning of March 23, 1808, he walked into the room in which he had so often breakfasted and dined with his late friend and part ner, Solomon Pudster. Mr. Maggleby, who was preeminently a man of business, had not seen fit to go to the Isle of "Wight or to Paris to spend his honeymoon ; and Mrs. Maggleby, who was nothing if not a woman of sound sense, had loyally accept ed the decision of her third lord and mas ter. They had agreed to stay in town, and not to allow their new happiness to interfere with their material interests in Mincing Lane. Mr. Maggleby had deter mined, however, to make a holiday of the day after his wedding ; to stay at home in the morning with his wife, to escort her to Madame Tussaud's in the afternoon, and to take her to the play in the evening. With this comfortable programme in his mind's eye, Mr. Maggleby came down to breakfast in his flowered dressing-gown. Mrs. Maggleby, he knew would not be many minutes behind him, and he there fore" rang the bell for the coffee, aud turned lazily toward the table, upon which lay two piles of letters. The smaller heap chiefly consisted of missives ad dressed to Mrs. Pudster, for the marriage of the previous day had not as yet been noised abroad in i the country, and Mrs. Majrclebv had several female corresnond- Pudster, I am not prepared to speculate in J ents who communicated with her much Ju-t what" I was thinking," assented up Mr. Masclebv. who thereupon looked 'a' the moon and sighed profoundly. No ojher woman ever affected us in this-wayGideon," said Mr. Pudster; "and hi n- we are at fifty " Fifty last May, Solomon." Well, we ought to know better!" ex eiaimed Mr. Pudster with warmth. So we ought, Solomon." " Hut upon my word and honor, Gideon, Mr--. Hunter's a magnificent specimen of her. sex." vshe is, Solomon: and I don't think that we can conscientiously deny that we ure in love with her." We are," said Pudster with much hu mility. Having thus ingenuously confessed their passion, the two gentlemen walked on in silence: and it was 'not until they near home that they again spoke. "I suppose that it will be necessary a matter of formal business sugar. 1 am not well off. But vtcrhans I am under a misapprehension. The letter contains an expression which I do not un derstand." "It is true," replied the senior partner, "that We Jut re some hope of persuading you to speculate a little in sugar; and there is no reason why your want of capi tal should prevent your joining us." " I .quite fail to grasp your meaning," said Mrs. Bunter. "Well, I am not very good at explana tions," said Mr. Pudster; "but I will ex plain the situation as well as I can. You see, Mrs. Bunter, Mr. Maggleby, my. part ner, and myself arc bachelors and live to gether. We find it dull. We long for the civilizing influences of woman's socie ty. We are, in fact, tired of single-blessedness. The firm is at present worth a clear five thousand a year. It will support a third partner, we think ; and so we pro pose, Mrs. Bunter, that you should join-it, and come and take care of us in a friendly vray." Mrs. Bunter looked rather uncomfort able, and was silent for a few moments. "You are very good," she said at last; "but although I am not well off, I had not thought of going out as a housekeeper, j The late Mr. Buntej left me enough for I my little needs." ! "I hope so indeed, madam. But we don't ask you to come to us as a house-, j keeper simply. Marriage is what we offer 1 you, Mrs. Bunter. In the name of Pudster J & Maggleby I have the honor of proposing for your hand." ! "Mercy!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunter in! some agitation. " Surely you would not have me marry the firm ?" " I put it in that way," said Mr. Pud ster, "because Maggleby and I are prac tically one and the same. But I will be accurate. Tlxc proposition is, Mrs. Bun ter, that you should become the wife of ahem '.the senior partner, and that Mr. Gideon Maggleby should live with us in his old sociable way. Excuse my blunt way of expressing myself, Mrs. Bunter." - v Then you. Mr. Pudster, are the senior partner !" said Mrs. Bunter, with-a very agreeable smile. "I am very much flat tered, I assure you, but your proposal re quires consideration." "No doubt," assented Mr. Pudster. "The firm is willing to wait for your re ply. In matters of business we are never in a hurry. When may we look for your answer? " "Well, you shall have a note by to morrow morning's post," replied Mrs. I Bunter. "I may say." she added, "that ! I have heard a great deal of your firm, ' Mr. Pudster; and that I am conscious that i it does me great honor by thus offering me j a partnership in it." ' "Indeed, madam, the honor is ours!" ; Sana .Til. L uns-iei, uuiii; ii.-s nc ! No sooner had he departed than the widow burst into a long and merry fit of 1 laughter. Her first impulse was to write j and refuse the ridiculous offer; but as the j dav wore on she thought better of the affair, and in the evening after dinner she I sat down quite seriously ami wrote a letter j as follows : ! Matador Vim. a. (.'uei.se a. i August 5, 1865. ! To Msxr. I'mUter rf- Magglrby, 14 Mincing j Lane, City. Gentlemen: I have decided to accept 1 the verv flattering offer which was laid wc!Ji-before me to-dav on your behalf by your as more often than she communicated with them. The large bundle was made up of letters addressed either to Mr. Maggleby or to Messrs. Pudster & Maggleby, the letters to the firm having been already brought down from Mincing Lane by a confidential clerk. It was a chilly morning, and Mr. Mag gleby with the letters in his hand, sank into any easy-chair by, the fireside, and then begun to polish his spectacles. But ere he had time to complete that operation, one envelope attracted the attention of his not very dim-sighted eyes. It bore the post-mark "Plymouth,'" and was ad dressed in a familiar handwriting. With out waiting to put on his spectacles, Mr. Maggleby seized this envelope and tore it open. For an instant ha stared at the letter which it contained ; then he turned white, and fell back with a groan. But Mr. Maggleby mechanically took the ! letter, and read aloud as follows: On Board S. S. Camel, Off Plymouth, Tuesday. s Dear Mr. Doddard : As you are prob ably not expecting me, I send a line ashore to let you know that I hope to return in time to be at business at the usual hour on Thursday. Please take care that there is a good fire in my private room, as a visit to Demerara always, as you know, renders me particularly sensitive to cold and damp. 1 am writing to Mr. Maggleby. We have had a capital voyage so far, but the weather in the Channel threatens to be rather dirty. I shall land at Grave send, and if you can find out when the Camel is likely to be there, youmay send some on6 to meet me. Yours faithfully, Solomon Pvdster. "I knew it!" ejaculated Mr. Maggleby. "I have just received the letter that he speaks of." JO "What does it all mean?" asked Mr. Doddard. "I seem to be dreaming, sir. We buried poor Mr. Pudster eight months ago, didn't we?" . "Sol thought," murmured Mr. Mag gleby vaguely. "But this letter is cer tainly in his handwriting. And look at the postmark. There it is, as plain as pos sible: 'Plymouth, March 22, 1808.' That was yesterday, and to-day is Wednesday, ; March 23rd. Just read my letter, Mr. Doddard !" and he pulled from his pocket j a missive, which he handed to his clerk. Mr. Doddard read as follows: On Board S. S. Camel, Off Plymouth, Tuesday. s My Dear Gideon : Here I am almost at j home again. I fancy that you didn't ex- j pect to see me just at present; for 1 : wasn't able to write to you before we left'1 Demerara; so, as we are now sending , ashore here, I post you a few lines to pre- ; pare you for the surprise. It is, as you : know, quite unusual for vessels of this line to call at Plymouth, and therefore I haven't time to send you a long letter; , though, if we also call at Southampton. I j will write again from there. I have told ! Doddard to send some one to meet me at Gravesend; let him take down any letters that you may want me to see at once. Yours affectionately. Solomon. Mr. 3Iaggleby was a man of considerable self-.command, and he soon partly recov ered him self. "Maria must not see me in this agitated state, he murmured, as he rose. " I shall go back to my dressing-room, and decide upon some plan of action before I face her." And with unsteady steps he quitted ! the dining-room, taking with him the let ter that was the cause of his emotion. Almost immediately afterward a servant ; entered with the coffee and some covered ; dishes, which she set upon the table; and ; no sooner had she withdrawn than Mrs. Maggleby appeared. She looked bloom ing, and was evidently in capital spirits. She caught up her letters, sat down smil- ! ing in the very easy-chair from which her husband had risen a few minutes earlier, j and began to read. The first letters to be j opened were, of course, those which were addressed to her in her new name. They contained congratulations upon her mar riage. Then she attacked the envelopes that were addressed to Mrs. Pudster. One contained a 'bili ; another contained a re quest far Mrs Pudster's vote and interest ! on behalf of- .Miss labitha dabbles, a ! maiden lady1 who was seeking admission j into the Home for the daughters of De i caved Trinity Pilots: and a third brought a lithographed letter from the Marquis of Palmyra, imploring the recipient to make some small subscription to the funds of the Association for the Encouragement of Asparagus Culture in the Scilly Islands. -There were also letters from Miss Martha Tigstakeand Mrs. Benjamin Bowery, deal ing with nothing in particular and with everything in general; and finally there was a letter bearing the postmark "Ply mouth." Mrs. Maggleby opened it care lessly ; but a single glance at its contents caused her to start up, grasp convulsively at the mantelpiece, utter an exclamation and tremble like a leaf. ,, " Poor Gideon!" she said. "What a TC'affuI.blow ! He'musn't see me in this agitated state. I shall go up stairs again, and decide upon some plan of action be- fore I face him." And Mrs. Maggleby, letter in hand and pale as death, quitted the room, leaving the coffee and the eggs ami bacon and the crumpets to get cold. Three-quarters of an hour later M. Maggleby ventured down stairs again. He was dressed as if to go to the City, and in his hand he held a letter which bore the simple address, "Maria." This letter ho 'Well, I never did!" cried Mr. Dod- Magglcby handed Mrs. Maggleby into one of them, and a clerk followed her. Then the unfortunate man went back for a mo ment to his private room to study Brad shaw on the best and speediest route from Indon to Gravesend. There was a train at a quarter past eleven. It was then a quarter to eleven. "And when will he lc at Gravesend?" asked Mr. Maggleby. Mr. Doddard turned again to the Time. But instead of at once lighting upon the shipping news, his eye fell upon a para graph that occupied a not very conspicu ous position at the foot of the page. Sud denly he uttered a cry. "What's the matter, Doddasd?" de manded Mr. Maggleby, who was rapidly growing impatient. Mr. Doddard replied by bursting into a paroxysm of laughter. "By Jove!" he ex claimed, " this is too ridiculous ! I never heard of such a thing in my life! It is like a play! Ha, ha, ha!" " Your merriment is rather ill-timed," cried Mr. Maggleby, reproachfully. "Tell me when Mr. Pudster will arrive at Grave send; and be quick, or I shall lose that train." "A jiutnj), too!" continued the head clerk, hilariously. "You're mad, I think," said Mr. Mag- ! gleby. ' ' What do you mean ;" j "Well, read this, sir," answered Mr. Doddard, and he handed the Times to his j principal and pointed to the paragraph. j Mr. Maggleby testily took the paper. J adjusted his spectacles and read : ; "Extraordinary Discovery at Ply- j xiotTU. I he corporation ot Plymouth re- i cently decided to remove an old and dis- j used pump which for many years has stood j handleless and dry on the Hoe. Yester day morning some workmen proceeded to remove it, and in its interior thev were as- '. tonished to discover a number of letters, which had, it is supposed, been put into the hole into which the handle for merly fitted, under the delusion that the pump was a postoffice pillar letter-box. The letters were at once taken to the Ply mouth postoffice, and were without delay forwarded to their destinations." " Can it be true?" ejaculated Mr. Mag glcby, with a great sigh of relief. "Then the fact of the Camel having been sig nalled last night off Dover is merely a THE GREAT EVIL. THE WORKING OF The Internal Revenue System. to Mr. Pud- ' coincidence?'' ter- suggested Mr. Pudster diffidjently, "for us to call imiin Mrs Runter and anorise her of the - ---- ------ - , i state of our feelings. W7e mean, of course, to follow the matter up? Certainly, certainly." agreed Mr. Mag irlebv : ' we mean to follow the matter up." Perhaps the firm had better write to her and prepare her mind," proposed the senior partner, with kindly forethought. "The firm had better write to-morrow, Solomon; but, Solomon, it occurs to me "that the firm cannot marry Mrs. Bunter. You or I must be the happy, man; and then. Solomon, we shall have to separate." ' Never!" ejaculated Mr. Pudster, who -topped and seized his friend by the hand ; never! You shall marry Mrs. Bunter, and we will all live together." " Solomon, this magnanimity!" mur mured Mr. Maggleby. who had tears in his eyes. "No; I will not accept such a sacrifice. You, as the senior partner, shall marry Mrs. Bunter; and, with her permission. I will stay with you. The firm shall write to prepare her mind. Business is business.- The firm shall write to-night; and I myself will take the letter to the post." Half an hour later Mr. Maggleby hand ed to Mr. Pudster a letter, of which the following is, a copy : 14 Minciso Lane. City, August 4, 18C5. T .tx. Ferdinand Bunter Matador Villu, Chrlxea. -Madam: Our Mr. Pudster will do him self the honor of calling upon you to morrow between twelve and one, in order to lav before you a prpject which is very mtiinatelv connected with the comfort and lr. Pudster. If he will call, I shall have mtsch pleasure in arranging preliminaries wifch him.' I remain, gentlemen, very faithfully yours, Maria Bunter. 'I must fall in with their humor, I sup pose," she reflected. "And really, Mr. Pudster is a very nice man, and almost handsome ; and I'm sure that I shall do no harrrf by marrying him. Besides, it is quite true Jthat they must want some one to look after them." If they go on living by themselves they will grow crusty and bearish." And Mrs. Bunter sent her maid out to post the letter. Three weeks later, the widow became Mrs. Pudster; Mr. Maggleby, of course, officiating as best man at the wedding, and being the first to salute the bride in the vestry after the ceremony. Thence forward, for a whole year, the three mem bers of the firm lived together in complete harmony; and the pleasant history of their existence was only interrupted by Mr. Pudster's enforced departure for Demerara in September, 1860. Mr. Maggleby, it is true, offered to go- instead oi nim; out Mr. Pudster would not hear of it; and Mr. Maggleby was obliged to confess thatbusi I nes9vas business, and that it was certain 1 lv Mr. Pudster's turn to brave the mos quitoes. And so, after confiding his wife ! to the care of his friend, Mr. Pudster de parted. During his absence all went weil ; and in March," 1867, he returned to Eng land. But this time the heat had been too much for poor Mr. Pudster. His wife noticed that he was looking unwell. Maggleby, with sorrow, perceived the same. Pudster laughed. Nevertheless, he soon took to his bed ; and after a long and painful illness died. The erief of Mrs. Pudster and MivMag- n-ihv was terrible to witness. Mrs. Pud .well-being of the undersigned. We beg j gter iked of retiring from the world; and . Jtou, therefore, to regard any propositi"" , "that may be made to you by our Mr. P. j as made to you on behalf of the firm and j with its full" authority. Wre remain, mad- am, most devotedly yours, Pudster & Maggleby. j How will that do?' asked Mr. Mag U'lebv with conscious pride. "Excellently well, Gideon," said Mr. I'udster. "But don't you think that ' most devotedly yours ' sounds tather too distant? What do you say to 'yours ad- miringly,' or 'yours to distraction?1" ' Yours to distraction ' sounds best, I Gideon Maa-srlebv disconsolately declared that he bad no longer anything left to live for. No one, therefore, will be much sur prised to "hear that toward the end of March, 1868, Mr. Gideon Maggleby led Mrs. Solomon Pudster to the altar. "Solomon will bless our union," Mr. Maggleby had said when he proposed. "Ah, dear sainted Solomon!" Mrs. Pudster had exclaimed as she fell weeping upon Mr. Maggleby's breast. i. CHAPTER II. Mr. Gideon Magfleby had been married laid upon his wife's plate. It was worded as follows ; My Dearest Life: I am suddenly and unexpectedly summoned to Mincing Lane on business of the greatest importance. I do not know exactly when I shall return, but you must not be anxious. Yours devotedly, Gideon. Mr. Maggleby hastily seized a tepid crumpet, and without the formality of seating himself at the table, devoured the clammy dainty. Then, hearing his wife upon the stairs, he rushed like a madman from the room, and an instant afterward left the house and quietly closed the front door behind him. Mrs. Maggleby, whose face bore traces of recent weeping, entered the dining room as if she expected to find the place tenanted 4y a ghost. Discovering, how ever, that it was empty, she resumed her seat by the fire, and, with an hysterical outburst,'buried her head in her hands. "Poor, dear Gideon!" she sobbed; '.' what will become of him and me? AVe shall be imprisoned for life; I know we shall. The house will have to be shut up; the business will go to ruin; the servants will have to know all. . Oh, it is too terri ble! But I must compose myself. Gideon will be coming down, and I must be pre pared to break the news to him ; and with great self-command Mrs. Maggleby wiped her eyes and seated herself at the table. As she did so she caught sight of her husband's note, which she eagerly opened. "He has gone!" she exclaimed despair ingly, when she had read it. "I am left alone to bear the trial ! Ah, Gideon, you little know how Cruel you are. But I must follow you. We must concert meas ures at once." Once more she went up stairs. She put on her bonnet and cloak ; she covered her flushed face with a thick veil; and with out saying a word to any of her servants, she left the house, and made the best of her way to the nearest cab-stand. Meantime, Mr. Maggleby had been driv en to his place of business in Mincing Lane. He entered his office and sat down as if dazed, in his private room. Hearing of his principal's unexpected arrival, the head clerk, Mr. John uoooaru, almost im mediately appeared. He, too, was scared and breathless. "Read, sir, read!" he gasped, as he thrust an open letter into Mr. Maggleby's hand. dard. "Yet I could swear stcr's handwriting anywhere. It is rible thing for a man who ought to be ly ing quietly in his coffin to come back like this, and upset every one's calculations." " You are certain about the handwrit ing?" asked Mr. Maggleby anxiously. " Quite certain !" replied Mr Doddard. "What a frightful thing for poor Mrs. Pudster !" "Mrs. Maggleby, you mean !" said Mr. Maggleby. "Yes. I don't know-how to break it to her. It" a case of bigamy, isn't it?" "Let us hope for the best, sir. Mr. Pudster won't prosecute, I fancy, consid ering the peculiar character of the circum stances. It's his fault. That's my opin ion. I could swear, even now, that we buried him. He must have revived in his coffin, and been dug up again by the grave-diggers; and must then have gone over to Demerara, in order to avoid shock- , ing his poor wife." . "I wonder our Demarara agents didn't i say sometning about it wnen mey wrote ; ' by the last mail," said Mr. Maggleby. j "Oh, of course he kept th6m quiet, sir. ; I But it's a cruel case that's ajl I have to . i say. And though I have known Mr. Pud- 1 I ster these thirty years, and liked him too, ' I don't hesitate to say that' he's not behav- ing straightforwardly in this piece of bus iness. "Hush! Wait until you know of his; motives," said Mr. Maggleby. "He can't excuse himself, sir, I tell you," rejoined Mr. Doddard, warmly. "If he comes back, I go. So tht-re ! And I ' say it with all respect to you. sir. When ; a man's once dead, he's got no right to"! come back again. It isn't ' natural, and ' what's more, it isn't business-like." j The bitterness of Mr. Doddard's remarks ; ! in this connection may be partly accounted ' i for by consideration of the fact that Mr. j Maggleby had a few days previously an- j nounced his intention of taking the head ' I clerk into partnership at an early date. ; Mr. Pudster's return would of course ' I knock this project on the head. "Well, Doddard," said Mr. Maggleby, , I "we can't mend matters by talking. We j can only wait; and perhaps, when we see j Mr. Pudster, we shall find that " ' But Mr. Maggleby's philosophical re- marks were suddenly cut olTy by the unex I pected arrival of Mrs. Maggleby upon the ' scene. She rushed into the private room, stretched forth a letter, and fell sobbing upon her husband's neck. Mr. Maggleby placed his wife in a chair, ! opened a cupboard, gave her a glass of I wine, took the letter, and read it. Like I the others, it was dated from on board the Camel, off Plymouth. " My Own Dear est Wife," it ran, "in a few hours from this I shall, I hope, be with you once more, never again to leave you. I ought to have already apprised you of the prov able date of my return, butjat the last mo ment before starting I had no opportunity of writing. How glad 1 shall be to see you ! My long absence has been a great trial to me, and I feel sure that it has also tried you; but it is now almost at an end. I will, if possible, write again from South ampton and tell you exactly when to ex pect me. The sea in the .Channel is so rough that at present it is difficult to say when we shall get into the river. Your ever loving husband, Solomon. "It is most painful!" gasped Mrs. Mag gleby. " What can we do, Gideon? You must manage to meet Solomon at Grave send. Look in the newspaper, and sec whether the Camel has been signalled yet. He must hear first of w hat has happened, either from my lips or from yours; and I am, really not well enough to go myself. I thought that he w as lying cold in his coffin. Oh, that I should Jave committed bigamy! I ought, to have remained faith ful to his memory. This is my punish ment. But he must he shall forgive me!" Mr. Doddard had gone into the outer office, and had sent a clerk for a copy of the Time. With this h now returned; and the paper was opened on Mr. Maggle by's table, and eagerly scanned for news of the Camel. "Here we have it !" said Mr. Doddard at last. " ' Steamship Camel, from Demerara to London, with cargo and psssengers, was signalled off Dover at one o'clock this morning.' Then Mr. Pudster will be at Gravesend in' an hour or two, sir "Most certainly," said Mr. Doddard. "Thank heaven !" cried Mr. Maggleby, fervently. "Send the cab away, Doddard. ! But no! I'll go home again at once, and set my poor wife at ease. Ha, ha! I do re- ; member, now, that when poor Mr. Pud ster came home from his last voyage- he discovered that some letters which he had posted at Plymouth had not been deliv ered. We didn't miss them, because, as you know, Doddard, he wrote again from Southampton." "Of course he did, sir," said Mr. Dod dard. "Well, let us congratulate our selves. It would have been a fearful busi ness or Mrs. Maggleby to have to go through." "And it would have been bad for you, Doddard, for it would have spoilt your chance of a partnership for some time to come. Now I'm off." Mr. Maggleby put the Time in his pocket and departed ; and when he reach ed his home and showed the paper to his wife, the couple sat together for at least half an hour, talking over the extraordi nary nature of the adventure. "Well, we shall be able to go to Mad ame Tussaud's and the theatre after all, Maria," said Mr. Maggleby at luncheon. And go they did; and what is more, Mr. Doddard became a partner a fortnight later, the firm thenceforward being known leby & Doddard. Raleigh Rcgister, June 11th. In 1 862 the Republican Party gave to the country the Internal Revenue System of Taxation, claiming it to be a necessary war measure. Since that day there has been no time at which the Democratic Party had full possession of the Federal Government, and the Internal Revenue System is in consequence still a burden upon our shoulders. No longer than two years ago the Republican Party of North Carolina formally, in its State Convention, proposed to continue the system, on the pretext of furnishing funds for education al purposes in the State. It. was hoped that this pretext, though as little likely to c carried out as" any ever suggested for the delusion of man, would dull the edge of the constantly growing hostility to the system and everything connected with it. This hope proved a vain one, however, for the bitterness of the hatred of our people for the Internal Revenue System and its administration has intensified more and more, day by dav, until the present time. Accordingly, in deference to this state of facts the Republican party, at its State Convention held in this city last month, declared that the Internal Revenue System ought to be abolished. Of course this is a plain acknowledgment of the consist ency and strength of the position of the Democratic party in North Carolina, whether sincerely and honestly made or whether made only for effect and to re move stumbling biocKs irom tne patn-oi their candidate for Governor. It will take but a moment's considera tion to satisfy any oue that this professed wonderful conversion of the Republican party to Democratic principles is a false and hypocritical pretence. In the first place, the System provides pay and prov ender for over six hundred members of the partv year bv year; These men, col lectors, gaugers, store-keepers, &c, &c, receive each year over $300,000. Does any sane man suppose that the Republican party is honest in professing to be willing to give up such magnificent "spoils" as these, over $3,000,000 every ten years? We think not. But who are the men who brought the Convention up to the scratch of professing a willingness to sacrifice these spoils? Isaac J. Young, J. J. Mott, Thomas N. Cooper, O. J. Spears, R. M. Norment, and some forty or fifty others of that sort, all of them being then or shortly before Rev enue officials. Colonel Young, during his eighteen years' service as Collector, it is believed, "has been paid some $125,000. And so with the others, in proportion to length of service and grade of office. Does any sane man suppose for a moment that these officials are sincere in their declarations of willingness to turn loose the Government teats they have so long been sucking? We think not. Democratic North Carolina pays $2,476, 440. Why should Republican Iowa, with more than twice as much property as we have, pay only one-third of what we pay? Iowa pays $923,777. We pay $2,476,440. If it be replied that the Internal Revenue tax is a tax on production, the answer is easy. Why should the Federal Govern ment tax North Carolina productions more than the productions of other States? Oppressive Administration. 3. The oppressive, outrageous manner in which the system is administered. A raid, as it is called, may be organized whenever the Revenue, officials choose to order it. Armed men, in such numbers as to the officials may seem best, go about the. country in such directions as to the officials may seem best, asking nobody's permission and getting nobody's consent. There is no law to stop them, for they are above all law, that is, all State law. They ride up to a man's house or to his still, and upon slight provocation, or upon no provocation at all, it may be, they shoot him down. Sometimes they prefer to wait until night-fall, when, having silently sur rounded the house they wait for their man to come to the door, and then shoot him down. If the raiders are indicted in the State court, all they have to do is to call the at tention of the Federal court to the matter, and the State court is at once forbidden to try the case. Of course Federal courts, that is to say, Internal Revenue Service courts, do not convict men for acts committed "in the discharge of their duty," and so the Rev enue raider goes clear. These things have been done, and they may be done again to-day, to-morrow, at any time, and the whole power of the State Government may not prevent the crime or punish the criminal. Is a system that permits such crimes as these a urooer svstem for the collec tion of taxes? Away with it and let us have one that pays more regard to human life than it pays to the capture of a paltry whisky still, whose highest annual tax would scarcely pay its owner's burial ex penses. If whisky making be not wrong in it self, how can the Government justify itself in permitting its citizens to be killed by the tax gatherers for making it? Is life so cheap or money so dear that the collection of taxes may be enforced by the taking of life, when the amount of money necessary to support the government can be collected at a less cost in money and no cost in life? We oppose any system of taxation that needlessly or heedlessly permits or pro vokes the shedding of human blood in its administration, and favor those other sys tems that neither permit nor provoke such bloodshed. Partisan Emissaries. 4. Its employes constitute a well dis Everybody knows that it is upon the j ciplined corps of partisan agents support pav and patronage ol tne internal itevenue eu at iiovcrnment. expense as Marrnl, CO The Colors of Horses. Svstem that the Republican party in North Carolina lives and fattens. Take out of the Republican ranks the Collectors and the Deputy Collectors, the spies, the de tectives, the special agents, the store keepers, the gaugers and the instructors in sraucinGf. the raiders and their com- i mands, by whatever name called, and I those dependent on them, and how many I white men would be left '. Why scarcely a ! corporal's guard. ' The only reliance then for those who ! truly desire to get rid of the Internal Rev I enue System is upon the Democratic party. The Democrats now as heretofore de- ! mand the entire abolition of the Internal j ' Revenue System for many reasons. Among them are the following: The mere statement of this objection carries conviction of its force and truth along with it. Places in the revenue ser vice are given as rewards for services ren dered to the Republican party, and are held by the continuance of such service. Think of the thousands of men in the revenue service, and of the work they are daily doing for the Republican party. And yet these same officials are fed and clothed out of taxes that come in as full measure from Democrats as Republicans. Is it right to take Democratic taxes and feed Republican partisan agents with them? Source of Corruption. Daumas The Horses of Sahara. The Arabs of Sahara are very particular as to the color of their horses. White is the color for Princes, but does not stand heat. The black brings good fortune, but fears rocky ground. The chestnut is the most active. If one tells vou that he has seen ahorse fly in the air. ask of. what I th(l pViU,tjon8 !lre fairlv adjusted, and its Sneaks, Spies and Informers. ! I 1. It is based upon the trade of sneaks j and spies, eavesdroppers and informers, i The trade of the spv and the informer ! has ever been a most hateful one, and no t . .-. C I,..-.,-',.,.. 1 , . . 1 f ,,.-.n it . . l - . Ti .1 1 color it was: if he replies "Chestnut, believe him. In a combat against a chestnut you must have a chestnut. The bay is the hardiest and most sober. If one tells you a horse has leaped to the bottom of a prec ipice without hurting himself, ask of what color he was, and if he replies "Bay," be lieve him. Ben Dyab, a renowned chief of the desert, happening one day to be pursued by Saad-el-Zenaty, turned to his son and asked, "What horses are in the front of the enemy?" "White horses." replied the son. "It is well ; let us make for the sunny side, and they will melt away like butter." Some time afterward Ben Dyab again turned to his son and said, "What horses are in front of the en emy?" " Black horses," cried his son. "It is well; let us make for stony ground, nnd we shall have nothing to fear: they are the negroes of the Soudan, who cannot walk with bare feet upon the flints." He changed his course, and the black horses were speedily distanced. A" third time Ben Dyab asked, "And now what horses are in the front of the enemy?" "Dark chestnuts and dark bays." "In that case," said Ben Dyab, "strike out. my children, strike out, and give your horses the heel, for these might perchance overtake us had we not given barley to ours all the summer through." administration impartially conducted, can i ever hope to be otherwise than odious, j To the average American, sneaking and j eavesdropping in private life are not agree able things, but when they become profes- ; f essional habits indulged in for pay by ofti- i cials, not of the State, but of the Federal j Government, there are few men who can j submit to them quietly and peaceably. That the system of taxation known in this country as the Internal Revenue Sys- tern rs built upon the trade of the sneak i and spy, the eavesdropper and the in- i former, no honest man may deny. This : feature of the system, involving, as it i necessarily does, the employment of spies i and detectives, and the payment of re- j wards to informers, thereby creating a j market value for "testimony" to insure "conviction," testimony given not to vin- ; dicate the law, but to secure the reward ! for conviction, is enough to make the pres ent system hateful in the extreme. It is an odious thing to a North Carolinian to know that himself, his family ana his property are continually under the eyes of Federal spies. '. The patronage of the system affords a never failing source of corruption; it enables collectors to buy up voters and to put canvassers in the field at Government expense. The abolition of the system would break up those nests of Federal patronage which have infested the States for more than twenty years and have been the source of more tyranny and of more interference with the freedom of elections by the pat ronage of the Federal power than has ever been known in the history of the country. The system is a fearful nest from which patronage hatches the instruments for con trolling the elections in the States. Does not every man in North Carolina know this? " . Above North Carolina Law, Unequal Taxation. "Go, Gideon, go!" 'exclaimed Mrs. Maggleby. "Lose no time. Take a spe cial train if necessary. Tell him all, and implore his forgiveness." , "Yes, I think I had better go, Maria," said Ma Maggleby. "I will send a clerk home with you, and will telegraph to you as soon as I see your your late husband. In the meantime, try to be calm. Please tell them to call a cab, Doddard." Mr. Doddard returned, to the outer office, and despatched a messenger for two cabs. Mr. A Ship Loose at Sea. New York Herald. j The lumber-laden schooner Maggie M. Hirers, which was abandoned water-lofi- ged, near Cape Hatteras, on January 7, still outlives the raging Atlantic gales. A vessel arriving at Halifax last week re ported passing this derelict on the 11th inst. in latitude 37 deg. 05 min. north, longitude 64 deg. 16 min west, dismasted and covered with barnacles. After her crew left her she drifted three hundred miles in an easterly direction right across the Gulf Stream current, then altered her course, traveling one hundred and twenty miles due southeast; then for forty, days moved to the north northwest. In May she was seen heading for the Florida coast ; in June she turned toward Savannah, and since then she has been twice reported drifting to the northeastward in the Gulf Stream current. She is now probably about two hundred j and fifty miles southeast from New iork, and having gotten by the aid of ocean currents fairly within the "anti-trade" wind belt, she will be speeded by combin ed wind and current agency into the great ship routes between America and Europe. She is not a "spectre bark,"but an almost solid mass of lumber, and hence a grave menace to navigation which may for years survive the disintegrating power of the waves unless some one blows her to pieces. The Government would do a good service to commerce by despatching a naval steamer to find and sink or else bring into port this seemingly indestructible rover of the deep. 2. The taxes imposed under it are most unequally adjusted, and oppress very greatly the industries of North Carolina. These Internal Revenue taxes, be it re membered, arc not poll or personal taxes, but property taxes. Why, then, should North Carolina, with a total assessed prop erty valuation of less than $170,000,000, pay $2,476,440 to Messrs. I. J. Young, Thomas N. Cooper and the cest of the In ternal Revenue officials, when the State of Kansas, with a property valuation of $J70, 813,313, pays only $239,527 in that way; that is to say, not one-tenth of what we G. Its employes are responsible only to the Federal authorities and can and do set the State authorities at defiance. No revenue officer can be tried for any offence in a State court unless he so pleases; and still they arc not satisfied, but are clamoring that Congress shall give them still further protection; not satisnea with this, however, they demand also that Congress shall pass a law for the trial and punishment in the United States courts of persons who kill, or make assault with in tent to kill revenue officers while engaged in the performance of their duties, the present law on the subject being, in their opinion, "entirely inadequate to the many heinous crimes against the lives and per sons of officers of the Government which have been committed in the past few-vears." When they get that law, their protec tion will be complete indeed; for then not only must they themselves be tried before the Federal courts, but any man whom they may choose to swear against. Down with such a system, say the Dem ocrats. No man on North Carolina soil otfght to be above North Carolina law. State Government Destroyed. pay : Why should the State of New Hamp shire, with a property valuation of $30, 000,000 more than we" have, pay less than one-eighth of what we pay? Whv should we. with $40,000,000 less 7. It dwarfs the State Government and unduly magnifies the Federal Government ; or, to put it in plain English, it strips the State, its Government and its courts, of their sovereignty and makes them subor dinate to the meanest revenue officer in the service. The worst ga-iger at the smallest still m.. i, mav set tne wnoic maw, us courts ami property man i umicsaci:, wiv nvi r . . L .A., -i. t " i its military, that is to say. its entire au iwice wiiai sue pays iu iiituiiiui ucicuut officers? Why should Rhode Island, with almost twice as much property as we have, pay barely one-eleventh part of what we pay? We pav $2,476,440; Rhode Island pays $209,079. Is Connecticut any better than North Carolina, that with nearly twice as much property as we have, she pays not one- ! fourth as much as we pay to Internal Rev- j enue officers? j Why should Georgia, with near $70,- j 000,000 more property thau we nave, pay less than one-sixth of what we pay in that way? Why should Maine, with $70,000,000 of property more than North Carolina has, pay only about one-thirtieth of what North Carolina pays? " Republican Maine pays to Internal Revenue officers $82,457, while its military, that is to say, its entire thority, utterly at defiance. If this be not centralization and consolidation in its very worst form, what is it? There can never be local self-government until this horde of "Federal officers with their Federal courts to protect them from punishment are sent adrift. When that is, done the State courts will resume their old time sway and the Federal courts will shrink back into their former insignificance. "My whole connection with the road has been as open as the day. If there had been anything to conceal about it l snouia not have touched it." Blaine, in House of Representative. "No ne will ever know from me that I disposed of a singledollar in Maine." Blaine to Fviher. Described by Blaine's Chief Assistant. Ben Butler at Lynu.J Now what is the condition of the coun try? The shops of all descriptions where workingmen and women obtain their live lihood are either closed or working short time, or at insufficient remuneration cither of the laborers or the owners of the shops, when our warehouses are bursting with eoods on this coast, in this part of the country, and every merchant and trader will tell you that he cannot sell anything. Why not? Men are born naked, as usual. I suppose, and want clothes, and are born in want of shoes. Why can't they sell them? It is because the multitude, the mass of the people haven't money to buy, and every trader will tell you that he must look to the mass, to the many, for his cus tomers, and not to the few. Therefore it affects every trader, every merchant,-every exchanger of goods. Every class of busi ness is dull now. I have just returned from a six or seven thousand mile trip through the West, and there they have" the most beautiful crops that the Lord ever blessed His people with. It is won derful. Yet they were in such a condition of distress! Of course, they always have enough to eat. The surplus is what they sell, and with what they sell they buy our goods; but they cannot sell their crops for anything. For instance, in Cass county. Iowa and I speak of that county because it was the most beautiful country my eyes ever rested upon, and I told them what I am about to tell you in their principal town, Atlantic, their corn was selling at 18 cents a bushel. It cost 2 cents to have it shelled, and they had to pay out 5 cents ou the average to get it to the railroad. Laughter. What was there left for the man who raised the corn? He was in the condition where the more he raised the worse he was off, for he had more to han dle, more to send away and take care of, and it brought him less, because it takes two bushels of corn to get one to market ; laughter that is, to our market. And so with the financial condition of the country. Some of them used to think I did not know much about finances. When I used to talk to you about the greenback they said I was a little crazy on the finances. I told you that the green back was the constitutional currency of your country7, and last year the Supreme Court of the Lnited States, alter solemn argument, every Judge being in his seat, decided that in peace as well as war the legal tender notes were the constitutional currency of the United States. They de cided it, my friends, eight to one, not eight to seven. Laughter and applause. True, I had to wait fifteen years before my words were made good, but I always feel content to wait. Great applause I have always believed in the old German proverb, ' ' When you are the anvil, bear ; when you are the hammer, strike." Ap plause. Now, then, in 1878, six years ago, there was in round numbers of legal tender notes in circulation $343,000,000. There were also of national bank notes in circulation $322,000,000, or an aggregate of $66o,000,000. There were 48,000.000 men in 1878, 300,00.000 in 1880 and 55, 000,000 now. That $665,000,000 gave $14 a man in currency to carry on business. Since then what has happened? In July, 1884, there were, in round numbers, legal tender notes held in the Treasury, $43, 000,000; national bank notes, $11,000,000: in national depositories, $14,000,000 ; with drawn from circulation, $125,000,000, making a total of $193,000,000. Deduct ing from the amount of money in circula tion in the year it would leave all the monev now in circulation $472,000,000, and that, at 55,000,000 people, is $8.75 to a man. iSow, then, unless we Jiaa too much currency in 1878, and nobody com plained of that unless it was very redun dant in 1878, when we had 665 million for 48 millions of people, or $14 to a man. how is it now, when we have got only 472 millions to 55 millions of people, and have grown richer and have more business '. And now, without opposing the banks or opposing anybody, only saying that we have got money locked up in the Treasury, our country is burdened for the want of circulation, aud all business men know that three months ago it was impossible to get any money out of the banks or for the . banks to get it for themselves. That is one trouble, and it is a trouble which ought to be changed. It is a trouble that I had the honor to predict in 1868 and 1870, and my speeches are on record on that subject, and I advised means of get ting this money out of the Treasury. The difficulty is we have got a surplus in there, and we cannot get it out. That is our cur rency. When we were forty-eight million of people, the boy of 10, we will say, six years afterward, his clothes having dimin ished nearly one-half, we make' them fit the man of 22, and the pantaloons are a little stretched. Laughter and applause . That is all. There is no witchery about this. It is a plain, commonsense, business proposition, for I came here to talk busi ness politics. Now then, my friends, there is another trouble, and that is the condition of the railroads and the discriminating rates of freight. The railroads are encumbered with debt. You don't know much about it here. One railroad iu that county I spoke of "I could build for $10,000 a mile and equip it as well as it is equipped now ; and yet that railroad is mortgaged for $64,000 a mile. Not only that, but the Government gave a grant of land ten miles 1 . , "i-l . TITl 1 4 .1 4 wiae to DUliu 11 on. v uo nas goi, mai odd $65,000? Whoever has, we have got to pay freight and passenger rates to pay the interests on these mortgages and make a dividend on the stock. Is it any won der that we are burdened? The Republi can party, I am sorry to say, is responsible for all this, and the monopolists control the old parties in every political contest. You hear of one man's giving so much, and how much such another man will give. Give for what? Did you ever know a very rich man give money for nothing? I never did. Great laughter and applause. No man does it. They give it in order to hold the control of the party, and they are responsible for that condition of things and therefore I cannot support them. Applause. Then there is the other great trouble to contend with in the competition of our labor with the old slave labor at the South. When I spoke of this at Lowell the other night I was taken up by newspapers. Why, they said if these men down there are not satisfied with their wages, why don't they emigrate to the North? Oh! yes, live on half what we do ana men nave plenty ior railroad fare to emigrate with. They can't. Laughter. Why don't the miners in Pennsylvania get away? Why don't the miners in Ohio leave together for some where else when they have succeeded in importing Italians and Hungarians who do their work for sixty cents a day? They can't get away. That's what's the matter.
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