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-.. ADVERTISING BATES. Advertisements trill be inserted for One Dollar per square (one lntih) for' the first ftnd r"ift y Cents for each subsequent publication, , Contracts for advertising for any space or time may be made at the office of tha - RALEIGH REGISTER, Second Floor of fisher Building, Fayetteville Street, next to Market House. FiyettevUIe St., Second Floor Fisher Building. RATK8 Or SUBSCRIPTION : One copy one year, mailed post-paid .... One copy six months, mailed post-paid.. No name entered without payment, tad so'ptper sent after expiration of time paid for. 1 00 ? . ' ; 1 - ' -L : " - H ;; , . - - , ' " ' VOL. II.: . RALEIGH , N. C, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1885. NO. 84. MORNING. Teresa llerrttk.j A gleaming opal In a sapphire sea . Flashing across the Orient seems the sun, ; : Its bright crest topped with rubies All ablase ; . While o'er the distant hills a purple haze ,. Hangs with royal splendor,; . The grasses lift their shields of living green, . ' The birds sing fervently their matin song,' a 4 Vt mi can A hlntumma burnt tn Twrfel It is day s Kesnrrecuon j .nappy nours, ... , ( So pure, so rare, so tender.,,, i ' , I quaff in draughts the perfume-freighted air, " Elixir pure of life, that youth restores ; ' I watch the bee within the rose's heart, Steal her life's wine, then (changeful lover) dart And woo the lily slender, -I fed the fresh, free breesee on my face, I feel my being thrill with wild delight ; : ' Like Adam when he stood In Paradise ' " -And knew he lived, I feel She glad surprise ' ' ' " Of life and all Its splendor. : VARIETIES OF SOUTHERN LIFE. Over n the T'other Moantlng. JMiss Mnrfree.J ; Stretching out laterally from a lone oblique line of the Southern Alleghanies 1 1 . . i are two parauci ranges, jongwmg toe same course through several leagues, and sepa rated by a narrow strip of valley hardly half a mile in width. As they fare alone arm in arm, so to speak sundry differences between the close, companions are distinct ly apparent. One is much-the higher, and leads the way; it 8inices,oui au me ooid curves and angle of. the course., meekly attended by the lesser ridge; its shadowy coves and sharp ravines are repeated ia miniature as its comrade falls into the line of march ; it seems to have its companion in charge, and to conduct it away from. the majestic procession of mountains that traverses the state. But, despite its more imposing appear ance, all the tangible advantage are pos sessed by its humble neighbor. When Old Rocky-Top, as the lower range is called, is fresh and green with the tender verdure of spring, the snow still lies on the summit of the T'other Mounting, and drifts deep into treacherous nits and chasms, and muffles the voice of the singing pines: and all the crags are hung with gigantic glit tering icicles, and the woods are gloomy and bleak. When the sun shines bright on Old Rocky-Top, clouds often hover about the loftier mountain, and storms brew in that higher atmosphere; 'the all pervading winter winds-' surge wildly among the groaning forests, and wrench the limbs from the trees, and dash huge fragments of cuffs down deep gorges, and spend their fury before tbey reach the sheltered lower spur. When the kindly shades of evening slip softly down on drowsy Rocky-Top, and the work is laid by in the rough little houses, and the sim ple home-folks draw around the hearth, day still lingers in a weird, paralytic life among the tree-tops of the T'other Moun ting: and the only remnant of the world visible is that stark black line of its sum mit, stiff and hard against the faint green and saffron tints of the sky. Before the birds are well awake on Old Rocky-Top, nil u-hila'tKn cliif?nwfl r stilt t li?lr ; t K T other Mounting has been called up to a new day. Lonely dawns these: the pale gleam strikes along the October woods, bringing first into uncertain twilight the dead yellow and red of the foliage, pres ently heightened into royal gold and crim son by the first ray of sunshine; it rouses the timid wild-fowl; it drives home the plundering fox ; it meets,' perhaps, some lumbering bear or skulking mountain wolf; it flecks with light and shade the deer, all gray and an tiered; it falls upon no human habitation, for the few settlers of the re gion have a persistent predilection for Old Rocky-Top. Somehow, the T'other Moun ting: is vaeuely in ill repute among its neighbors it has a bad name. " It's the onluckiest place enny what nigh about," said Nathan White, as he sat one afternoon upon the porch of his log cabin. on ;the summit of Old .Rocky-Top, and gazed up at the heiehts of the Tother Mounting across the narrow valley. " I nev hearn, tell all my days ez how, ei ye will happen ter ye afore ye kin git away. An' I knows' myself ez bow twar ten year ago an' better I went up thar, one Janry rm . . . . . . souse;-an' I fund the cow, but jes' tuk an' slipped on a icy rock, an' bruk my ankle pone. - 'Twar sech a job,a-gittinrofl"nthat thar T'other Mounting an' back over hyar. It hev l'arned me ter stay away from thar.w I "Thar war s man" piped out a shrill, nuaverin? voice from within the door-i-th'e voice of Nathan White's father, the oldest inhabitant of Kocky-Top thar war a man hyar," nigh on ter fifty year ago he war mightily gin ter thievinr horses ; an' wa, araauy nuiie uv vr aw a uuus t J with Pete Dilks's dapple-gray mare they tailed her Luce, five year old she war Pete, he war a-ndin' a-hmt bint on his old sorrel mare her name 'twar Jane an Ihe Jeemes boys, they war a-ridin' arter the horse-thief too.? Thar, now ! I clar forgiu what horses them Jeemes boys war a-ridin' of." He paused for an instant in anxious reflection. " Waal, sir J it do beat ail that I can't remember them jeemes boys' horses ! Anyways, they got ter that nar tricky ford through Wild Duck Kiver, tbar on the side o' the T'other Mounting, an' the horse-thief war ahead, an' he hed ter take it fust. An' that thar river it rises yander in them pines, nigh about," pointing with a shaking fore-finger-" an' that thar river jes' spun him out'n the sad-. die like a ton. an he ' war n't seen no more till he hed floated, nigh ter Col ury, ez dead ez a door-nail, nor Pete's dapple-gray mare nulher; she bruk -her knees agin them high stone banks. But he war n srood swimmer, an' he war drowned, lie war witched with the place, cz sure ez ye air born." (- A long silence-ensued. Then Nathan '"inte raised his pondering eyes with a look of slow curiosity. "What did Tony Britt say he war a-doin' of. when ye kem on him suddint in the woods on the T'other "ountine f " he asked, addressing his son, stalwart youth, who was sitting upon the "ll'P, ui hat on the back of his head, and 8 bunds in the pockets of his trousers. "He8 iid he wara huntin', but he hedn't hc-d no sort'n luck. It 'pears ter me ez all "e game thar is witched somehow, an' ye. i L'lt no mmd shot at nuthin . . Tonv i"'ie me to-day that he irot up three deer. n Ufd toler'ble aim, an' ho missed two. ln the t'other jes' trotted off with rifle- I hull I. a T i I - ii his flank, ez onconsarned ez ef he hit him with an acorn. 'lit TBS Tbmbssm Mriet Egbert Craddock (Mtos Murfree): ninth "on : Boston r Hcaiebton. MlfBin Co. fverside Press. Cambria. 1886. lOmo. elotb. v.. ntnm ..iv k- .11 m. It -..ll K p ruoiisners on receipt da the price. I hev alwava beam at. vrvflmrt that belongs on that tbar T'other Mounting air witched, an' ef ye brines awav so murh leaf, or a stone, or a stiek, ye fotches a curse with it." chimed in the old m.n f'kase thar hev- boon k a, maii.i.it. killed on the Tother Mounting:" " I tole Tonv Britt thnt than the youne fellow. an' 'lowd-1 him x how he hed tuk a mighty bad snot ter m a-BUDtin'.?' i- .. I, ;J i . "What -did' be av demanded Nthn .WhlteU!it v Ji hi, b;i -l- 'y. .. , He' gay he never knowed ec thar war murders commit on Tother -Mounting, an' cfthar War, he 'spects twar nuthin' but Injuns, lone tiore asro. But he 'lowed tha .place war powerTwl onlucky, an' be be- nevea ine mounting irar wUched." : . Tony JBritt'a arter enny harm," said the octogenarian, he'll 'never come ofTn that thar Tother Mounting. - l"a a mighty place fur s bad folks ter make thar end. Thar'a that thar horse-thief I war a-tellin' rbont, an' that dapple-erav marerhername 'twar Luce.; An folks ea is a-runnin' from the sheriff jes'-takes ter the Tother Moun ting ez nateral ez ef it war home: an' cf they don t git cotched, they is never hearn on no more.'' . : He nausad imnrnfui vp! v " The rocks falls on 'em. an' kills 'em: an' I'll. tell ye jes how I knows," he resumed, oracularly. -; "Twar siity year ago nigh about, an me an' them Jeemes boys war a-burnin' of lime tergether over on the Tother Mounting. We! hed a lime-kiln over tbar, jes' under Piaey Notch, an' never hed no luck; but jes' stuck ter it like fools, till, Hiram Jeemes got one of his eyes put out. So we quit burnin' of lime on the Tother Mounting, 'count of the place bein' witched, an' kem, over hyar ter Old Rocky Top, an' got alone toler'ble well, conaid- rin'. But one day. whilst we war a-work- in' on the Tother Mounting,, what d' ye think I Fund in the rock ! The print of . a bare foot in the solid stone, ez plain an' ez nateral ez ef the track hed been lef in the day yestiddy. . Waal, I knowed it war the track o' Jeremiah Stubba, what shot his step-brother,; an' gin. the sheriff the slip, an' war las' seen on the Tother Mounting, icase His oia snoe jes' nt the track, fur we tried it. An a good while arterward I fund on that same T'other Mounting in the solid stone, mind. ye a fish, what he had done br'iled fur supper, jes' turned ter a stone." "So thar's the Bible made true," said an elderly woman, who had come to the door to bear this reminiscence, and stood mechanically stirring a hoe-cake baiter in a shallow wooden bowl. "Ax fur a fish, an' ye'll git a stone." The secret history of the hills among wnicn they lived was indeed as a sealed book to these simple mountaineers. " Ihe las time I war ter Colbury," said Nathan White, I hearn the sheriff a-talk- in' 'bout how them evil-doers an' sech runs fur the Tother Mounting fust thine : though he 'lowed ez it war powerful foxy in 'em ter try ter hide thar, 'kase he said ef they wunst reaches it, he mought ez well look fur a needle in a hay-stack. He 'lowed ef he hed a posse a thousand men strong he could nt git em out. " lie can t find em, 'kase the rocks falls on cm, or swallers em in," said the old man. "Ef Tony Britt is up ter mischief, he'll never come back no more. . He'll git into worser trouble than ever he see afore." "He hev done seen a powerful lot of trouble, fust one way. an' another, 'thout foolin round the T'other Mouting," said Nathan White. "They tells me ez begot hisself indicted, I believes they calls it, or suthin,', down yander ter the court at Col bury that war year afore las' an' he hed ter pay twenty dollars faaiKaaa when he war overseer or the road he jes war con stant in lettm' his friends, sua folks eider ally, off 'thout hevin' 'cm fined, when they didn't come an' work on the road though that air the way ez the overseers bev al ways done, withoat nobody a-tellm' on em, an' sech. But them ez warnt Tony Britt's friends seen a mighty differ. He war dead sure ter fine Caleb Hoxie seventy-five cents; crdin' ter the law, fur every day that be war summoned ter work an' never come; 'kase Tony an' Caleb hed some sort'n grudge agin one another count of a spavined horse what Caleb sold ter Tony: makin him out to be a sound 'critter though Caleb swears he never knowed the horse war spavined when he sold him ter Tony, no more'n hothis. 1 Caleb War mightily worked up 'bout tnts nyar Bnin' business, an' him an' Tony hed a tussle 'bout it every-time they kem tergether. But Caleb war always sure to get the worst of it, 'kase-Tony, though he air toler'ble spindling sort o build, he air somehow or other sorter stringy an' tough, an' makes a right smart show in a regular k hock-down anv drag-out fight, bo Caleb be war beat every time,' and fined too. ' 5 An he tried wunst ter shoot Tony Britt, but he missed his' aim. -An" when he vrar a-layin' off hoW ter fix Tony fur treatin' him that way, he war a stdppin' one day at Jacob Green's blacksmith shop yander- a mile down the valley, an he" war a-talkin' Twut it tet a tassel O folks thai'.' An' lawyer Rood, roin Colbury, ' War tbar, an.' Jacob war a-shoein' of his mare; an' he hearn the tale, an' axed Caleb whyn't he report Tony ter the court, an git him fined fur neglect of his duty, bein1 overseer of the road. An' Caleb never knowed before that it war the law that everybody what -war summoned an' didn't tome must be finedrortne over' seer must be fined hisself ; but he knowed that Tony hed been a-lettin' of his friends off.-an' folks einerallv. an' he ies 'creed fur Lawyer . Rood ter stir up trouble fur Tonv. An' he done it. " An' the court fined Tony twenty dollars fur them ways o' his'n. An' it kept hint so busy a-scuf-flin' ter raise the twenty dollars that he never hed a chance ter give Caleb Hoxie more'n one or two beatin's the whole time he war a-scrapin' up the money." This story was by no means unknown to the little circle nor did its narrator labor under the delusion that he was telling a new thine. It was merely verbal act of recollection, and an attentive silence reign ed as he related the familiar facts. To people who live in lonely regions this habit of retrospection (especially noticeable in them) and an enduring interest in the past mav be something- of a compensation for the scanty happenings of the present. When the recital was concluded, the hush for a time was unbroken, save by the rash of the winds, bringing upon their breath the frnerant woodland odors of balsams and puneent herbs, and a fresh and exhil arating suggestion of sweeping over a vol ume of falline water. They stirred the fringed shadow of a great pine that stood; like sentinel, before Nathan White's door and threw its colorless simulacrum.' a boast ful lie twice its size, far down the sunset roadl - Now and then the faint clanger of a cow-bell came from out, the tangled woods about the little hut, and the low of homeward-bound tattle sounded upon the air, meuoweu ana soneoeu uj uie uuuuico, The haze that rested above the long, nar row-valley was hardly v.isibley save in the illusive 'beauty with which it invested the scene the tender azuro Of the far-away ranges ; the exquisite tones of the gray and purple shadows that hovered about the darkening coves and nlong the deep lines marking tins gorges; the burnished bril liance of the sunlight, which, despite its splendor, seemed lonely enough, lying rao tionless upon the lonely landscape and on the still figures clustered about the porch. Their eyes were turned toward the oppo site steep; 'gorgeous with scarlet oak and sumac, all -in autumnal array,-and their thoughts were busy with the hunter on the Tother Mounting and vague speculations concerning his evil intent. 'It 'pears ter -me powerful strange ez Tony goes a-foolin' round that thar T'oth er Mounting, cornsiderin what happened yander in its shadow," said the woman, coming again to the door, and leaning idly against the frame ; the bread was ba king over the coals. 11 That thar wife o' his'n, afore she died,; war always frettin' 'kase - way ? down thai' on the backbone, What her house War,; the : shadow o' the Tother Mounting laid on it fur an hour an' better every day; of the worl'. She 'lowed ez it always put her in mind o' the Bhadow o death. An' I thought 'bout that" thar say in' o' hern the day when I see her a-lyin' stiff an' cold on the bed, an' the shadow of the Tother Mounting drapping in at the open door, an' : a-creepin' over her face. An' I war plumb glad when they got that woman under ground, wbar, ef the sun shine can't git ter her, neither kin the shadow. Ef ever thar war a murdered woman, she war one. Arter all that hed come, an' gone with Caleb Hoxie, fur Tony Britt ter go arter him, 'kase he war a yerb-doctor, ter git him ter physio his wife, who war nigh about dead with the lung fever, an' gin up by old Dr. Marsh 1 it looks ter me like he war plumb crazy though him an' Caleb hed sorter made friends 'bout-the spavined horse an' seeh afore then. Jes' ez soonez she drunk the stuff that Caleb had fixed fur her she laid her head back n' shet her eyes, an' never opened 'em no more in this worl'. She war a murdered woman, an' Caleb Hoxie done it through the ycrbs he fixed for her." A subtle amethystine mist had gradually overlaid the slopes of the Tother Mount ing, mellowing the brilliant tints of the variegated foliage to a delicious hazy sheen of mosaics; but about the base the air seemed dun-colored, though trans parent; seen through it, even the red of the crowded trees was but a sombre sort of magnificence, and the great masses of gray rocks, jutting out among them here and there, wore a darkly frowning aspect. Along the summit there was a blaze of scarlet and gold in the full glory of the sunshine; the topmost cliffs caught its rays, and gave them back in unexpected gleams of green or grayish-yellow, as of imoascs, or vines, or huckleberry bushes, .nourished in the heart of the deep fiss ures. " Waal," said Nathan White, " I never did believe ez Caleb gin her ennythink ter hurt-"though I knows thar is them ez does. Caleb is the bes' yerb-doctor I ever sec. The rheumatiz would nigh on ter hev killed me, ef it warn't fur him, that spell I hed las' winter. An' Dr. Marsh, what they hed up afore the gran' jurVi swore that the yerbs what Caleb gin her war nuthin' to hurt; he said, though, they couldn t holp'nor header. An but fur Dr. Marsh they would hev jailed Caleb ter stand his trial, like Tony wanted 'em ter do. But Dr. Marsh said she died with the consumption, jes' the same, an' Caleb's verbs war wholesome, they warn t no "count at alL" I knowa I ain't a-goin' never ter tech nuthin' he fixes fur me no more," said his ife, "an' I'll be bound nobody else in these hyar mountings will, nuther." " Waal," drawled her sob, "1 knows fur true ex he air tendin' now on old Gideon Croft, what lives over yander in the valley on the t'other side of the Tother Mount ing, and is down with the fever. He went over thar yestiddy evening, late; met him wheo he war goia', an' he tole me' ' He hed better look out how he comes across Tony Britt," said Nathan , White: " fur I beam, tbs las' time I war ter the Settlemiat, how Tony hev swore ter kill him the nex time be sees him, fur a-givin' of pusenous yerbs ter his wile. Tony arr mightily outdone 'kase the gran' jury let him off. Caleb bed better be sorter kecr- ful bow h goes a-foolin' round these hyar dark woods." The sun had sunk, and the' night, long held in abeyance, was coming fast. The gloom (rathe red in the valley ; a soft gray shadow hung over the landscape, making familiar things strange. The T other Mounting was all a dusky, sad purple un der the faintly pulsating stars,' save that high along the horizontal line of its sum mit gleamed the strange red radiance of the dead gone sunset. The outline of the foliage was clearly drawn against the pure lapis lazuli tint of the sky behind it; here and there the uncanny light streamed through the bare limb of an eatly leafless tree, which looked in the distance like some bony band beckoning, or warning, or raised in horror. "A&vthink mought happen thar! " said the woman, as she stood on night-wrapped Rocky-Top and gazed up at the alien light, so red in the midst of the dark land scape. When she turned back to the door of the little hut, the meagre comforts within seemed almost luxury, in their cor-; dial contrast to the desolate dreary moun tain yonder and the thought of the for lorn, wandering hunter. A genial glow from the hearth diffused itself over the F luncheon floor, the savory odor of broil ng venison filled the room, as a tall, slim girl knelt before the fire and placedthe meat upon the gridiron, her pale cheeks flushing with the heat; there was a happy sugges tion of peace and unity when the four gen erations trooped in to their supper, grand father on his grandson's arm, and a sedate two-year-old bringing up the rear. Na than White's wife paused behind the oth era to bar the door; and once more, as she looked up at the T'other Mounting. ; the thought of the lonely wanderer smote her heart. The red sunset light had died out at last, but a. golden aureola heralded the moon-rise,; and a gleaming .-thread edged the masses of foliage ; there was no faint suggestion now of mist in the valley, and myriads of stars-filled a cloudless, sky, " He hev done gone home by this time, she said to her daughter-in-law. as she closed the door, "an' ef he ain't, he'l bev a moon ter light him." " Air -re a-studyin' , 'bout Tonv Britt yit?", asked Nathan White. V He hev done gone homo a good hour by sun, I'll be bound. Jes' ketch Tony, Britt a-hunt in' till sundown, will ye ! He air a mighty pore hand ter work. , 'Stonishes me , ter hear he .air . even a-huntin' , on .- the Tother Mounting." ," I dont believe he's up ter enny harm. saidlhe woman; ' he hev jes'. tuk ter the wood with grief." j ' ' "'Pear terrae,H.'sair ihe daughter-in- law, rising from her kneeling posture be fore the fire, ' and ' glancing reproachfully at her' husband "pears ter me ' ez ye mought hev brought him hyar ter eat 11 is supper along of wc-nns, stiddler a-leavin him a-grievin' over his dead wife in them" witched woods on the Tother Mounting." The young fellow looked a trifle abash ed at this suggestion, never wunst thought ' f it," he said. "Tony never stopped ter talk more'n a minit, nohow.' Thecvening wore away; the octogenari an and the sedate two year-old fell asleep in their chairs shortly after supper ; Na than White and his son smoked their cob- pipes, and talked fitfully of the few inci dents of the day;' the women sat in the firelight with their knitting. Silent and ab sorbed, except that how and then the elder, breaking from her reverie declared,1 cant git Tony Britt out'n my head nohow in the won'.' . : -i ;'.; -.v - i. The moon had come grandly up over the Tother Mounting, casting long silver lights ana deep black shadows through all the tangled recesses and yawning'tchaims .of the woods and rocks. Is the vast wilder ness the bright rays met only one' human i creature, the belated hunter making his Way homeward through the dense forest with an experienced woodman's craft. For no evil intent had brought Tony Britt to the Tother Mounting: he had spent the day in hunting, urged by that strong neces sity without which the mountaineer seldom makes any exertion. Dr. Marsh's unavail ing skill had cost him dear; his only coW was sold to make ud the twentv dollars fine which his revenge on Caleb Hoxie had entailed upon him; without even so much as a spavined horse tillage was impossible, and the bounteous harvest left him empty- handed, for he had no crops to gather. The hardships of extreme poverty had re inforced the sorrows that came upon him in battalions, and had driven him far through long aisles of the woods, Where the night fell upon him unaware. The foliage was all embossed with exquisite silver designs that seemed to stand out some little distance from the dark masses of leaves; now and then there came to his eyes that emerald gleam never seen upon verdure in the day-time only shown by some artificial liebt, or the moon's sweet uncertainty. The wind was strong and fresh, but not cold; here and there was a glimmer of dew. Once, and once only, he thought of the wild traditions which peo- f ieo tbe 1 otner Mounting with enl spirits, le paused with a sudden chill ; he glanced nervously over his shoulder down the illim itable avenues of the lonely woods. The grape-vines, hanging in festoons from tree to tree, were slowly swinging back and forth, stirred by the wind. There was a dizzy dance of shadows whirling on every open apace, where the light lay on the ground. The roar and fret of Wild Duck River, hidden there somewhere in the pines, came on the breeze like a strange, weird. fitful voice, crying out amid the haunted solitudes of the Tother Mounting:. He turned abruptly, with his gun on his shoul der, and pursued his way through the trackless desert in the direction of his home. He had been absorbed in his quest and his gloomy thoughts, and did not re alize the distance he had traversed until it lay before him to be retraced ; but his su perstitious terror urged him to renewed exertions. " Ef ever I cits ofrn this hyar witched mounting," he said to himself, as he tore away the vines and brambles that beset bis course, " I II never come back agin while I lives." He grew calmer when he paused on a huge projecting crag, and looked across the narrow valley at the great black mass opposite, which he knew was Old Rocky-Top; its very presence gave him a sense of companionship and blunted his fear, and he sat down to rest for a few minutes, gazing at the outline of the range he knew so well, so unfamiliar from a new stand-point. How low it seemed from the heights of the Tother Mounting ! Could that faint gleam be the light in Nathan White's house t Tony Britt glanced fur ther down the indistinct slope, where he knew his own desolate, deserted hut was crouched.. " Jes' whar the shadow 6' the Tother Mounting can reach it," he thought,' witn a new iniusion oi bitterness, tie averted his eyes; he would look ns longer J he threw himself at full lencrth amone the ragged clumps of grass and fragments of I J A J 1 ? . . .1 . T . rocK, inu luriicu ins lace to too stars, it all came back to him then. Sometimes, in his sordid cares and struggles for his scan ty existence, his past troubles were dwarfed by the present. But here on the lonely cliff, with the ' infinite spaces above him and tbe boundless forest below, he felt anew his isolation. No light os earth save the far gleam from another man's home, and in heavsn only the drowning face of the moon, drifting slowly through the blue floods of the skies. He was only twenty- five; he had youth and health and strength, but he few that he had lived his life; it seemed long, marked as it was by cares and privation and persistent failure. Lit tle as he knew of life, he knew how hard his had been, even meted by those of the poverty-stricken wretches among whom his lot 'was cast. "An' sech luck I" he said, as his sad eyes followed the drifting dead face of the moon. " Alone o' that thar step-mother o' mine till I war growed v an' then when I war married, tin' we hed got the house put up, anrwar beginnin'ter eit along like other fmks kinM'Car'Ime's mother gip her that thar calf what growed sV as as V4 A wmr asaV TisAll"rvVt' itiniWii-i stC' ootrin we made out ter buy that thar horse from Caleb Hoxie, jes' ez we war a-starUn' ter work a crap he lays down an' dies; an' that cussed twenty dollars ez I hed ter pay ter the court; an' Car'line jes' a-gittin' sick. an' a-wastin' an' a-was tin' away, till I, like a fool, brung Caleb thar, an' he pizens her with his yerbs God A'mighty 1 ef I could jes' lay my bands wunst on that scoundrel I wouldn't leave a mite of him, ef he war perfected by a hunderd lyin', thievin'gran' juries! But he can't stay a-hidin' forever mo'. He's got ter 'count ter me, ef he ain't ter the law; an' he'll see a mighty differ atwixt us. I swear he II never draw another breath 1 " He rose with a set, stern face, and struck a huge bowlder beside him with his hard clenched hand as he spoke. He had not even an ignorant idea of an impressive dramatic pose; but if the great gaunt cliff had been the stage of a theatre his attitude and manner at that instant would have won him. applause. He was all alone with his poverty and his anguished memories, as men with such burdens are apt to be. The bowlder on which, in his rude fash ion, he had registered hu oath was harder than his hard hand, and the vehemence of the blow brought blood ; but he had scarce ly time to think of it. His absorbed rev erie was broken by a rustling other than that of the eddying wind. . He raised his head and looked about him, half expect ing to see the antlers, of a deer. Then there came to his ears the echo of the tread of man. His eyes mechanically followed the sound.1. ' Forty feet, down the ; fce of the crag a broad ledge jutted out, and upon it ran a narrow path, made by stray cattle. or the feet of their searching owners;- it was visible from the summit lor a distance of ft hundred yards or so, and the white ? glamour of the moonbeams fell full upon L Before, a speculation had suggested itself, a man walked slowly into view along the path, and with starting eyes the hunter recognized his dearest foe. Britt's hand lay' upon the bowlder; his oath was in his mind ; ; his unconscious enemy had come withia his power. Swifter than a flash the temptation was presented. He remembered tha warnings of his lawyer at Colbury last Week,, when the grand jury had failed to find a true bill against 'Caleb Hoxie that he was an innocent man, and must go un scathed, that any revenge for fancied Wrongs would be dearly rued ; he remem bered, too, the mountain traditions of the tailing rocks burying evil-doers in the heart of the hills. Here was his opportu nity, He would have a life for a life, and there would be one more legend of tbe j very stones conspiring to punish malef ac-, tors escaped from men added to the terri-' ble " sayinV.' of the Tother Mounting. A strong belief in, the supernatural influences Mbe place, was rife within him; be knew nothing of Gideon Croft's fever and the errand that had brought the herb-doctor through the "witched mounting; "had he , not been transported thither by some in visible agency, that the rocks might fall upon him and crush him t Ihe temptation and the resolve were simultaneous. With his hand upon the bowlder, his hot heart beating fast, his distended eyes burning upon the approach ing figure, be waited for the moment to come. . There lay the long, low, black mountain opposite, with only the moon beams upon it, for the lights in Nathan White's house were extinguished; there was the deep, dark gulf of the valley ; there, forty feet below him, was the narrow, moon-flooded path on tbe ledge, and the man advancing carelessly. The bowlder fell with a frightful crash, the echoes rang with a scream of terror, and the two men one fleeing from the dreadful danger he had barely escaped, the other from the hideous deed Le thought he had done ran wildly in opposite directions through the tangled autumnal woods. Was every leaf of the forest endowed with a woeful voice, that tbe echo of that shriek might never die from Tony Britt's ears? Did the storied, retributive rocks still vibrate with this new victim's fren zied cry? And what was this horror in his heart! Now so late was coming a terrible conviction of his enemy's inno cence, and with it a fathomless remorse. AU through the interminable night he fled frantically along the mountain's sum- rait, scarcely knowing wbither, and car ing for nothing except to multiply the miles between him ana the frightful object that he believed lay under the bowlder which he had dashed down the precipice. The moon sank beneath the horizon ; the fantastic shadows were merged in the dark est hour of the night; the winds died, and there was no voice in all the woods, save the wiiil of Wild-Duck River and the forever-resounding screams in the flying wretch s ears, bometiuaes be answered them in a wild, hoarse, inarticulate cry ; sometimes he flung his hands above his head and wrung them in his agony; never once did he pause in his flight. Panting, breathless, exhausted, he eagerly sped through the darkness; tearing his face up on the brambles; plunging now into gul lies and unseen quagmires; sometimes fall ing heavily, but recovering himself in an instant.and once more struggling on ; striv ing to elude the pursuing voices, and to distance forever his conscience and his memory. And then came that terrible early day light that was wont to dawn upon the Tother Mounting when all the world be sides was lost in slumber; the wan, melan choly light showed dimly the solemn trees and dense undergrowth ; the precarious pitfalls about his path; the long deep gorges; the great crags and chasms; the cascades, steely grsy and white ; the huge mass, all bung about with shadows, which he knew was Old Rocky-Top, rising from the impenetrably dark valley below. It seemed wonderful to him, somehow, that a new day should break at all. If, in a re vulsion of nature, the utter blackness had continued forever ' and ever it would not have been strange, after what had happen ed. Ho could have borne it better than the sight of the familiar world gradually growing into day, all unconscious of his secret. : tie had begun the descent of tbe Tother Mounting, and he had seemed to carry that nale dawn with him; day was breaking when he reached the foot of Old Rocky-Top, and as be climbed up to his own deserted, empty little shanty, it too stood plainly defined in the morning light. tie dragged himsell to the door, and im pelled by some morbid fascination he glanced over his shoulder at the Tother Mounting. There it was, unchanged, with the golden largess or a gracious season blazing npoa every autumnal leaf. He shuddered, and went into the tireless, com fortless house. And then he made an ap palling discovery. As he mechanically divested himself of bis shot-pouch and powder-horn he. was stricken by a sudden consciousness that he did not have his gun 1 One doubtful moment, and he remember ed that he had laid it on the crag when he had thrown himself down to rest. Be yond question, it was there yet. His con science was still now his remorse had fled. It was only a matter of time when his crime would be known. He recollected his meeting with young White while he was hunting, and then Britt cursed the gun which he had left on the can. 1 he dis covery of the weapon there would be strong evidence against him, taken in connection with all the other circumstances. True, he could even yet go back and recover it, but he was mastered by the fear of meeting some one on the unfrequented road, or even in the loneliness of the Tother Mounting, and strengthening the chain of evidence against him by the fact of being once more seen in the fateful neighbor hood. He resolved that he would wait un til night-fall, and then he would retrace bis way, secure his gun, and all might be well with him. As to the bowlder were men never before buried under the falling rocks of the T other Mouting! Without food, without rest, without sleep, his limbs rigid with the strong ten sion of his nerves, his eyes bloodshot, hag gard and eager, his brain on fire, he sat through the long morning hours absently gazing across the the narrow valley at the solemn maiestic mountain ODDOsitc. and that sinister jutting crag with the indis tinctly debned ledges of its rugged sur face. - After a time, the scene began to grow dim ; the sun was still shining, but through a haze becoming momentarily more dense The brilliantly tinted foliage upon the Tother Mounting was fading; the cliffs showed strangely distorted faces through the semi-transparent blue vapor presently they seemed to recede altogether; the val ley disappeared;' and 'all the country was nlled-with the smoke of distant, burning woods.' He Was gaspine'when first be came sensible of the smoke-laden haze, for he had seen n6thmg of the changing as pect of the landscape ' Befbre his vision was the changeless picture of a night of mingled moonlight and shadow, tbe HI defined black mass where Old Rocky-Top rose into the air, the impenetrable gloom of the valley, the ledge of the crag, and the unconscious figure slowly coming with in the power of his murderous hand. His eyes -would look on no other scene, no other face, so long as he should live. He had a momentary sensation of stifling, and then a great weight was lifted. For he had begun to doubt whether the un lucky locality would account satisfactori ly for the fall of that bowlder and the hor rible object beneath it ; a more reasonable i conclusion might be deduced from the fact that he had been seen in the neighborhood, and the circumstances of the deadly feud. But what wonder could there be if the dry leaves on the Tother Mounting should be ignited and the woods burned I What explanations might not such a catastrophe suggest ! a frantic flight from the flames toward the cliff and an accidental fall. And so be waited throughout the long day, that was hardly day at all, but an opaque twilight, through which could be discern ed only the stony path leading dowa the stony slope f rbm his door, only the blur red outlines of the bushes close at hand. 1 only the great gaunt limbs of a lightning- scatned tree, seeming entirely severed from the unseen trunk, and swinging in the air sixty feet above the earth. Toward night fall the wind rose and the smoke-curtain lifted, once more revealing to the settlers upon Old Rocky-Top the sombre Tother Mounting, with the belat ed evening light still lurid upon the trees only a strange, faint resemblance of tbe sunset radiance, rather the ghost of a dead day. And presently this apparition was gone, and the deep purple line of the witched mountain s summit grew darker against the opaline skies, till it was merged in a dusky black, and the shades of the night fell thick on the landscape. 1 be scenic effects of tbe drama, that serve to widen tbe mental vision and cultivate the imagination of even the poor in cities, were denied these primitive, sim ple people; but that magnificent pageant of the four seasons, wherein was forever presented the imposing splendor of the Tother Mounting in an ever changing grandeur of aspect, was a gracious recom pense for the spectacular privileges of civ ilization. And this evening the humble family party on Nathan White's porch be held a scene of unique impressivencss. the moon had not yet risen; the winds were awhirl ; the darkness draped the earth as with a pall. Out from the impenetra ble gloom of the woods on the T'other Mounting there started, suddenly, a scar let globe of fire; one long moment it was motionless, but near it the spectral outline of a hand appeared beckoning, or warn ing, or raised in horror only a leafless tree, catching in the distance a semblance of humanity. Then from the still ball of fire there streamed upward a long, slender plume of golden light, waving back and forth against the pale horizon. Across the dark slope of the mountain below flash es of lightning were shooting in zig-zag lines, and wherever they gleamed were seen those frantic skeleton hands raised and wrung in anguish. It was cruel sport for the cruel winds; they maddened over gorge and cliff and along the wooded steeps, carrying far upon their wings the sparks of desolation. From the sum mit, myriads of jets of flame reached up to the placid stars ; about the base of the mountain lurked a lake of liquid fire, with wreaths of bine smoke hovering over it; ever and anon, athwart the slope darted the sudden lightning, widening into sheets of flame asjit conquered new ground. I be astonishment on the faces grouped about Nathan White's door was succeeded by a startled anxiety. After the first in coherent exclamations of surprise came the pertinent inquiry from his wife, "Ef Old Rocky-Top war ter ketch, whar would we-uns run ter? " Nathan White's countenance had in its expression more of astounded excite ment than of bodily fear. "Why bless my soul I" he said at length, "the woods away over yander, what hev been a-burn- in' all day, ain't nigh enough ter the Tother Mounting ter ketch it nuthin' like it." 1 The Tother Mounting would burn, though, ef fire war put ter it," said his son. The two men exchanged a glance of deep signihcance. " Do ye mean ter say, exclaimed Mrs. White, her fire-lit face agitated by a sud den superstitious terror, " that that thar Tother Mounting is fired by witches an' sech?" "Don't talk so loud, Matildy," said her husband. "Them knows best ez done it." " Thar's one thing sure," quavered the old man: " that thar fire will never tech a leaf on Old Rocky-Top. Thar's a church on this hyar mounting bless the Lord fur it! an' we lives in fear o' God." There was a pause, all watching with distended eyes the progress of the flames. ' It looks tike it mought hev been kin dled in torment," said the young daughter- in-law. 'It looks down thar," said her husband, pointing to the lake of fire, ' like the pit itself." The apathetic inhabitants of Old Rocky- Top were stirred into an activity very in congruous with their habits and the hour, During the conflagration they traversed long distances to reach each other's houses and confer concerning the danger and the questions of supernatural agency provoked by the mystenous firing of the woods. Nathan White had few neighbors, but above the crackling of the timber and the roar of the flames there rose the quick beat of running footsteps ; the undergrowth of the forest near at hand was in strange com motion ; and at last the figure of a man burst forth, the light of the fire showing the startling paiior of his face as he stag gered to the little porch and sank, exhaust- ea, into a cuair. " Waal, Caleb Hoxie I " exclaimed Na than White, in good-natured raillery, "ye'ro skeered, fur true.l What ails ye, ter think Old Rocky-Top air a-goin' ter ketch too ? 'Tain't nigh dry enough, I'm a-thinkin'." "Fire kindled that thar way can't fetch a leaf on Old Rocky-Top," sleepily piped out the old man, nodding in his chair, the glare of the flames which rioted over the T'other Mounting gilding his long white hair and peaceful, slumberous face, "Thar's a church on Old Rocky-Top, bless the " The sentence drifted away with his dreams. " Does ye belie ve them them " Ca leb Hoxie' s trembling white lips could not frame the word "them done it I" "Like ez not," said Nathan White. ""But that ain't a-troublin' of ye an: me, I ain't never hcai-n o' them witches a-tor mentin' of honest J folks what ain't done nuthin' hurtful ter nobody," he added, in cordial reassurance, j His sob was half hidden behind one of the rough cedar posts, that his mirth at the guest's display of cowardice might not be observed. But the women, always quick to su'pect, glanced meaningly at each other with widening eyes, as they stood together in the door-way. " I dunno I dunno," Caleb Hoxie de clared huskily. " I ain't never done nuth in' ter nobody, an' what do ye s'posethem WltfhpQ fln' CPVl Inno tni ma lao' nirvKt rn mat I'otner Mounting ? I war a-goin' over yander ter Gideon Croft's fur ter physic him, ez he air mortal low with the ffVPV an' T T nror .Mmin nlnnnclii syt that thar high bluff " it was very distinct. with the flames wreathing fantastically about its gray, rigid features "they1 throwed a bowlder ez big ez this hyar porcn down on ter me. It jes' grazed me an' knocked me down, an' kivered me with dirt. An' I run home a hollerin'; an' it seemed ter me ter-day ez I war a-goin' ter screech an' screech all my life, like some onsettled crazy critter. It 'peared like twould take a bar'l o' hop tea ter git me quiet. An' now look yander!" and he pointed tremulously to the blazing moun tain.' -- " 3i rrU J ; -ilii .- There was an expessio of conviction en the women's faces. All their lives after ward it was there whenever Caleb Hoxie's name was mentioned ; no more to be moved or ehanged than the stern, set faces of the crags among the fiery woods. ihax'8 a church on this hyar moun ting," said the old man, feebly, waking for a moment,' and falling asleep the next. in at nan wnite was perplexed and doubt ful, and a superstitious awe had checked the laughing youngster behind the cedar post. . A great cloud of flame came rolling through the sky toward them, golden, pel lucid, spangled through and through with fiery red stars, poising itself for one mo ment high above tbe valley, then breaking into mynaus oi sparKS, ana snowering down upon the dark abysses below. "ijook-a-hyar!" said the elder woman. n a frightened undertone, to her daughter- in-law; "this hyar wicked critter air too onlucky to be a-sittin' 'longside of us; we'll all be burnt up afore he gits hisself aw ay from hyar. An who is that a-oomin' yander f " For from the encompassing woods another dark figure had emerged, and was slowly approaching tbe porch. The wary eyes near Caleb Hoxie saw that be fell to trembling, and that he clutched at a post for support. But the hand point ing at him was shaken as with a palsy, and tho voice hardly seemed Tony Britt's as it cried out, in an agony of terror, " What air ye a-doin' hyar, a-sittin' 'longside o' livin' folks ? Yer bones air under a bowl der on the T'other Mounting, an' ye air dead man ! " They said ever afterward that Tony Britt had lost his mind " through gom' a-huntin' jes' one time on the T'other Mounting. Ills spirit air all broke, an he's a mighty tame critter nowadays. " Through his per sistent endeavor he and Caleb Hoxie be came quite friendly, and he was even re ported to "'low that he war sati'fied that 0 A Is ndvoi" nri n Tiia wtfo nntriin' tor Sni " wuaw uw v j uuvuui V. UU " 1 hough," said the gossips of old Rocky- Top, "them women up ter White's will hev it no other way but that Caleb pizened her, an' they wouldn't take no yerbs from him no more'n he war a rattlesnake. But Caleb always 'pears sorter skittish when ho an' Tony air tergether, like he didn't know wnen lony war a-gom' ter totch him a lick. But law ! Tony air that changed that ye can't make him mod 'thout ye mind him o' the time he called Caleb a ghost." A dark, gloomy, deserted place was the charred T'other Mounting through all the long winter. And when spring came, and Old Kocky-Top was green with delicate birds and chorusing breezes, and bedecked as for some great festival with violets and azaleas and laurel-blooms, the Tother Mounting was stark and wintry and black with its desolate, leafless trees. But after while the spring came for it, too : the buds swelled and burst ; flowering vines festooned the grim gray crags; and the dainty freshness of the vernal season reigned upon its summit, while all the world below was growing into heat and dust. The circuit-rider said it reminded him of a tardy change in a sinner's heart : though it come at the eleventh hour, tbe f lorious summer is before it, and a full ruition ; though it work but an hour in the Liord's vineyard, it receives the same reward as those who labored through all the day. " An' it always did 'pear ter me ez thar war mighty little jesticein that, ' was Mrs. White's comment. But at the meeting when that sermon was preached, Tony Britt told his "ex perience." It seemed a coniession, (or ac cording to the gossips he " 'lowed that he hed flung that bowlder down on Caleb Hoxie what the witches flung, ye know 'kase he believed then that Caleb bed killed his wife with pizenous yerbs ; an' he went back the aex' night an' fired tbe woods, ter make folks think when they fund Caleb's bones that he war a-runnin' from the blaze an' fell offn the btufL" And evervbodv on Old Rockv-Ton said. incredulously, " Pore Tony Britt 1 He hev los' his mind through goin' a-huntin' 1esT one time on the T'other Mounting. WHAT SOME DEMOCRATS SAT Republican adso say mf One Another. I New York Times. 1 " Who is proprietor of the New Tori "George Jones." " Is George Jones a Christian? ",- "He is a Christian to his back hair. He is ahead of all professors." "Does he keep the golden rule? Does he love his enemies? " "Oh, he is way ahead of the golden rule." " How is that?" " Why he not only loves his enemies, but he hates his friends. ' THE CHRISTIAN CHARITY That Is M etod to Pnblle Servants. f Chicago News. ( "I guess I had better arrest you." " What for? " "You're a trusted employee, ain't ye? "Yes, sir." "Confidential clerk?" "Yes. I have'the full confidence of my employer." "I thought so. Come along." .1. ' But why ? I haven't stolen anything. "P'raps not, but you are probably just going to." t Father, mother and Son. fFhuadelphiaCall. ... Anxious Mother " Edward, I wish you would go up stairs and see Charles. ; The poor boy is in great distress." Unfeeling Father "What ails him!" "Remorse. I forbade him to go fishing with the Simpson boys, and he went. He is. very much grieved over his disobedience, Ani? U rctatlv ai.lr vwl inMlftttul wmItI1 crawled up stain. Make yourself easyr my dear. . There is another name for it be sides Remorse. It is generally known as His First Cigar.1" THE CHATHAIQI LYNCHING. The Way of It and Who did it. . I Chatham Record. The -sheriff as soon as he rode out to the scene tof the lynching, sent for the coroner, who came, and, summoning a jury, held an inquest. The only witness examined wasM. Thomas Cross, the jailor, whose testimony) in substance was as fol lows: At 10 minutes to one o'clock, oh Monday night, his was aroused by a knock ing and calling at the frontdoor of his res idence (about 100 yards from the jail)', and upon opening the door he was confronted by about 20 men' with disguises on their faces who demanded the jail keys. He re fused to surrender them and started back into his bed -room, but they followed after him and forced him to give them up. Then they made him put on his clothes and go with them to the jail and unlock the door. At the jail were assembled a great many more men the crowd altogether being es timated at from 75 to 100 and as soon as the door was opened they seized and tied the four accused murderers and quietly marched them oat of town. Very little was said by anydoeand he did not recog nize any of the prowd. Ihe Jury of mquest, after hearing the above evidence, Returned a Verdict that the deceased eame to their deaths at the hands of persons unknown to tbe Jurors., The bodies of the deceased were then taken and buried at the county's expense. As yet no one of the. lyncbingpflrty is known but it 19 thought that most'of them came from distant parts of the county.: .Some of , them crossed i Haw river at Bynum's bridge, some atJMborc'sbridgc'and others passed down the road towards Lock vi lie. SOHK USEFUL ARITHMETIC Which People find Hard to I.earn. New York Journal of Commerce. J The reckoning of percentages, like the ' minus sign in algebra, is a constant stum bling block to the novice. Even experi enced newspaper writers often .become muddled when they attempt to speak of it. The ascending scale is easy enough: Five added to twenty' is a gain of 25 per cent. ; given any sum of figures, the doubling cf it is an addition of 100 per cent. But the moment the change is a decreasing calcu lation, the inexperienced mathematician betrays himself, and even the expert is apt to stumble or go astray. An advance from ' twenty to twenty-five is an increase of 25 per cent., but the reverse of this, that is, a decline from twenty-five to twenty, is a decrease of only; 20 per cent. There are many persons, otherwise intelligent, who cannot 6ee why the reduction of one hun dred to fifty is not a decrease of 100 per cent, if an advance from fifty to one hun dred is an increase of 100 per cent. The other day an article of merchandise which had been purchased at ten cents a pound was re-sold at thirty cents a pound, a profits of 200 per cent, i whereupon a writer, in chronicling tbe sale, said that at the be ginning of the Recent depression several invoices of the same class of goods, which had cost over thirty cents per pound, bad been finally sold at ten cents per pound, a loss of over 200 per cent. I Of course there cannot be a decrease or loss of more than 100 per cent. , because this wipes out the whole of the investment. An advance ; from ten to thirty is a gain of 200 per cent. ; a decline from thirty to ten is a loss of only Cflf per cent. The New York Sun , frides itself on the exactness and purity of ts style, and indulges in frequent criti cisms of its contemporaries; but in its Thursday morning's description of the great orchid 6ale, it affirms that "some of the highest-priced plants brought 150 per cent, less than t Mrs. Morgan paid for them." Of course if nothing was realized from them, this would only be 100 per cent, less than they cost. THE LAW-LOVING NORTH. iu ; The Mem to go a la Lanterne. Gen. Ben. Butter, In New York Tribune. I have grandchildren who will live to see the Yanderbilts and the Goulds taken out to the nearest lamp-post and hung in the most scientific ana SkHlur manner. After there has f been bloodshed we shall settle down again for a while. These money kings seethe dangers slready. ' But tney do not see une remedies. . w nen l was a candidate for President, Gould said But ler must be driven into the ground. He couldn't see that it was better for a man with considerable wealth and a family and property interests to be at the head of the masses and able !to control them. He only saw in the background the torch of Com munism, as he thought.- Some day a real red Communist will lead these men, and then be will see the difference, As the head of the Labor element. I could have settled this whole rail rond question as no other man could? settle it: The mistake 1 made in, running for President was like running, against a stone wall. -1 thought the laborers of i the new Republic were more intelligent.! They are not intelligent. ' They were afraid of me because I had a little property. . tThey were just as foolish as Would, iiut (bat is not au. mine que of ten of them would sell their votes for $2 apiece. f " New Torn; and London. : f New York Journal of Commerce. -According to the last annual report of the New,.York Fire Department, the num ber of buildings in this city in 1883 was 105,951, of which 77,233 were dwellings, and 28,716 were business tenements more or less inhabited, and the number of plans for new buildings filed and the number of new buildings proposed during 1884 was 2,897. For thitee previous years the pro posed new buildings were as follows : 188' 2,623; ,1883, 2,5,77; 1881, 2,682. . - r. Our latest report of the number of in- . habited houses in the London Metropoli tan Police District is 645,810. Between 1840 and 18?3Hhc official records show that 262,563 new houses were built. In the ten years f ram 1871 to 1881. the increase was 117,024 houses. In the old city or London there are only 6,493 inhabited houses. In tie " Registration " limits there are 1 486,286 houses. Settling: m Vexed Question. New York World.! . - Mr. Cable, the Southern novelist, has attracted some attention by writing about the intensely bewildering: subject of Wo man Suffrage mystery which he says he -has never thoroughly studied. Neverthe less, in a letter jto Col. Higginson, he sums , up. the issue in these thrilling words: . " If our mothers are; not fit to vote,' they ought to stop bearing sons.? This sounds sen tentious, bat how would it do to place the antithesis thus I "If our fathers, are not fit to bear sons, they ought to stop voting t " Doesn't that settle the suffrage -problem f1 ;:, . , I' '.., ' !' The total cotton receipts at tho ports since Sept., 1 are 434, 60 bales, against 392,909 last year. i-' i r 1
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