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I"ropcrtip of tlo KI;t Nut.
The wonderful stories that have been
told of the properties of the kola nut
mo more than continued h? the British
C 'iisal at l.ahia, who has written a
hi'tH-i il lcttor to Lord Salisbury on the
Mibjwt. The Avest African carriers at
That ort, who use koa and carry the
bean wrapi-ed in banana about their
.person--, are not physically speaking
mperior men i.o the Brazilian negro; yet
the African, though constantly masti
eafing kola, cn. it is said, endure fa
tigue which no Brazilian, traveler can
withstand. Where it takes eight Bra
zilian negroes to carry a load with diffi
culty, four African porteis carry it
cheerfully, singing and chanting as they
trudge along, each with a bit of kola:
bean in the mouth. As a rule the kola
eating African gangs who labor at the
hard task of unloading vessels , earn
twice us much as their competitors. The
l eans, which are described as intoxicat
ing and in no way injurious, are said to
net as a nutritive, and quench the
thirst, yet they are not strictly a stimu
lant. The supply of Bahia comes from
Lagos. ' It is best soon . after it is gath
ered, and -is sold, according to fresh
ress, at two-jtnce aud three-pence for,
each bean. It appears that the atten
tion of the Government of India has al
ready been called to the extraordinary
properties of kola nuts, and practical
information has been supplied to them
from tho authorities at Kew.
On a .Supposition. j
Whats the matter here?" asked an ;
efhVer as Le came along to tho house of
.a colored man on Beaubien street to
find the man at the gate with a club in.
his hand at'midnighL
"Keckon somebody, was a-trying to
prUuvsah," was the reply.
"Of coVe dey wasl" aldeil his wife
from the shelter of the doorway.
"Bobbers?"
"Yes, sAh!"
"But, man, ; what on earth have you
P"t in the house to tempt robbers?"
a-ked the oflicer. '
"It hain't what we has dun got in
dar', but what de robbers 'spose dey'll
lir.d." ' .
"But what could they svpose?"
"Wall, eah, I was down at de bank
to-day to see 'bout hittin' a job. P'raps
some robber seed me. P'raps he dun
got de ideah dat I drawed out a thou
sand dollars in cash. Wouldn't dat
bring him up hear rnightv sartin?"
"You'd better go in aud go to bed,"
advised theoflicet as he sauntered on.
"Yes, Fah; but not now, sah. We
heard sunthin go woosh-bilf-squashl
right by de iront doah, eah, an' we
hain't gwine to lie still an' let dem rob
bers git no bulge on us! Goodnight,
fcab, but m circle awun a bit wid dh
olub an' let 'em know Pze prepared fur
lizne&s." Detroit Free Picas.
THE STARRY HOST.
The countless stars which to our human eye
Are fixed and steadfast, each in proper
place, - .
Forever bound to changeless points in
space,
Hush with our sun and planets through
the sky,
And like a flock of birds still onward fly;
Returning never whence began their race,
They speed their ceaseless way with
gleaming face.
As though God bade them win Infinity.
Ab, whither, whither is their forward flight
Through endless time and limitless ex
panse? "What power with unimaginable might
First hurled them forth to spin in tireless
dance?
What beauty lures them on through
primal night.
So that, for them, to be is to advance1?.
Bishop Spalding, in the Century.
OLD HUNDRED. B. C, AND
THE BICYCLE."
EY AHOS It. WELI.S.
Old Hundred's real name was P. T.
Simmons. '"Just P. T;" he always in
sisted. "They don't stand for auything.
Father and mother ran out o names
when they came to rne, and gave roe ini
tials." So the village wag dubbed him
Old Hundred, for short, and the name
adhered.
. For Old Hundred was one of those
dried up little men who might be con
sidered twenty if some inconvenient Jd
ladies did not remember holding them iu
their arms just forty years ago. He wore
a dainty juvenile mustache, walked with
a smart swing, although one might no
tice that his heels . came down rather
stiffly, and played game3 among the most
frivolous at the church socials.
He was a tailor, an excellent one, by
the way, and his apprentices had by this
time ceased to grin and chuckle when
their master sprang down from Tiis cross
legged position ou the table every morn
ing precisely at ten, as B. C. passed on
her way to the postoffice, after the mai.
He would jump down, snatch up his hat
in an absent minded, blushing way, and
remark that the mail must be distributed
by thi3 time. If the apprentices had
ceased to smile at this sort of thing, you
may be sure that it had become an old
story. f
Indeed, Old Hundred had been court
ing B. C. for a long, long time. And
that was too bad, because B. C. deserved
a better fate, a more vigorous lover. No
one could tell when Susy Bennett was
first called B. C. If one could have told
thatj you see, it would have given some
clue to her age. Susy was a dear old
girl, however, with kind, laughing eyes,
ana a shrewd little brain of her own.
It wasn't her fault if she was getting up
startlfngly near a very rheumatic forty
without netting Old Hundred.
For when a man has gone through
forty years with a sneaking desire for
matrimony tilillating his heart all the
while, without the grit and manliness to
say so when given opportunity by the
proper person once, twice, daily, Cupid
despairs of him more than of the most
rabid mysogynist in Bachelordom. There
is such a thing, you know, as a heart
! which is too soft for those dainfy little
darts, which merely nurses them as u
feather pillow would.
One day the ancient twain were stroll-
ing back from the postollice at 10:30
a. m. ; with the incipient courtship-air
which had been petrified so long ago.
She was smiling at him, bravely and
hopefully, and talking bright nothings,
while his feather-pillow of a heart
fluttered drowsily.
Sudueuly there flashed around the cor
ner and bore straight down upon - them
Will Davis and Lucy his young wife, on
their bicycles, off for a day's holiday to
; gether, if one might judge from their
bundles. Upright they were, noiseless,
swift, graceful and full of life in every
movement aud in every fluttering gar
ment, glittering eyed, with handsome,
healthful faces.
Old Hundred and B. C. turned to gaze
admiringly after them
How finely Mrs. Davis
rides!" mur-
mured Old Hundred.
"And how exceedingly
Davis is!" responded B. C.
graceful Mr.
rather sharp-
"I've often thought that I should like
a wheel," said Old Hundred, with, of
course, no perception of her annoyance.
-'And I should enjoy one very much,"
added B. C.
"You!" Old Hundred blurted out,
before he thought. He took mental
credit to himielf for not finishing the
sentence !
"You can get tricycles now-a-days for
almost nothing," said B. C. slyly, "and
of course that is the nly wheel you wotild
think of at your time of life, Jlr. Sim
mons!" "Hum!" said
"Hum!" said B. C
Old Hundred, and
Now don't expect to be treated to a
lover's qua rret. Our sedate couple had
got far beyond that dangerous stage of
courtship. Yet as they parted somewhat
grimly, "I'll show him!" muttered B.
C, and "I'll show her!" muttered Old
Hundred. Anl that very afternoon the
heart of the .village bicycle agent was
made glad by an order for a lady's safe
ty, and an order for a safety for our
doughty tailor.
That was on a Monday, and our nar
rative calmly skips a month at this point,
-calmly and mercifully.
Frym time immemorial it had been
Old Hundred's habit to call on B. C. ou
Sunday evenings. At the beginning of
his courtship, the hand of the feather
hearted tailor had quivered - suspiciously
in the operation of shaving for this im
portant occasion. In the adjustment
of his necktie his clumdness had been
phenomenal for a tailor. His steps up
the broad walk which led to B. C.'s
frontdoor had been noticeably unsteady.
B. C. had coyly sent the servant to usher
him in, and often, with an affectation of
careless indifference, received him with
out rising from her chair.
All that had long been changed, but
1his pnrtkuTar nigbtgeemed to repeat the
experiences of old. Old Hundred's toi
let rras accomplished with blundering
slowness. And why does the odor of
liniments follow the fiery lover from his
room? And why does ho proan as he
bends to Teach the gate-latch? And
what has become of his brisk, swinging
gait up the board walk? And why docs
uot B. C. receive him, smiUng, at the
door? Why does she remain in that thick
padded arm-chair, and stretch her hand
out to him so slowly ? And what is the
use of using cologne where arnica has
been?
"Miss Bennet," said Old Hundred, af
ter a few wandering remarks (he al
ways Missed her) "didn't I notice a
bicycle standing in the hall-wuy?"
"Why, Mr." Simmons! Didn't you
know that I could ride?' asked B. C.
with a radiant smile.
"Is it possible ! Why, we must have
a ride together!" cried the astonished
tailor.
"Together, Mr. Simmons? Cau you
ride, too?" inquired B. C, with real
amazement.
"Of course I can! That is urn er
in fact, I'm learning. And I'm get
ting on well, excellently well, Mr. Spoke-
itire says, for a man of my er I should
say, excellently well. But how did you
learn so soon?" Old Hundred asked, ad
miringly. "Well, I can't say that I am thtough
with my apprenticeship yet," confessed
B. C, with a charming blush, "but Mr.
Spoketire says he yardly has to hold the
machine at all, ana h? thinks I'm doing
better than most girls do who are many
years youn that is, that I am doing
very well. I need to be helped into the
saddle." )
"So do I," admitted the tailor, hon
estly. "But once in, I have absolutely no
trouble, provided the road is smooth and
level, and Mr. Spoketire just keeps hjs
hands on the machine, to kind of steady
me, you know."
"I still find it a rather difficult task to
dismount without letting the wheel
fall, that is, Miss Bennett."
"Why, do you? The last time Mr.
Spoketire helped me out he said I was as
graceful as a young girl. Mr. Spoketire
is so nice."
"Miss Bennett, we must go out to
gether next week, and as soon as possi
ble! Or rather about Saturday, eh?
We'll both bo in petter trim by then,
you know." J
"Without Mr. Spoketire, Mr. Sim
mons?" "Of course. What do we want with
that contemptible little dandy?"
B. C. smiled happily at the tailor's
manifest jealousy, yet smiled rather un
easily" and fearfully. However, she
agreed, with many a misgiving, and the
next Saturday afternoon wa3 fixed for
the adventure. '
Many a time during the following week
Old Hundred and B. C. regretted their
precipitancy. But B. C. was clear grit,
if she was approaching that awful for
tieth birthday, and the little tailor had
been roused, by the Spoketire hints to
eorrewhat of the ardor a lover should
have.
Saturday dawned perversely fair, with
roads outrageously perfect, and the after
noon saw our hero and heroine trundling
their wheels through the village out to
the Middlcton Road. "We'll not ride
through town," each eagerly agreed,
'because people might laugh," which
was very true
The Middlcton Road was an excellent
stretch for the purpose, in prime condi
tion, and little frequented. Old Hun
dred and B. C walked out of sight of
the village, chatting gayly, avoiding all
mention of the wheel. At length it be
came impossible to deny that the right
soot had been reached, and with set
faces they placed their bicycles in posi
tion. '
"You must help me on, you know,'
said B. C, with a rather pale face, but
brave withal, "Mr. Spoketire thinks it is
still necessary !"
"Oh, yes! Why to be sure!" stuttered
the little lailor, looking awkwardly
around for something to lean his bicycle
against, and at last laying it down clum
sily in the middle of the road.
B. C. sprang into the saddle witn a
feint of girlish sprightliness, and the
poor tailor's weak muscles were unable to
prevent a most portentous swaying of the
wheel.
"Mercy on us?" shrieked B C.
"Don't let me take a header before I
start I and oh, Mr. Simmons, I shall be
so grateful, if you only hold on to the
machine for a few steps, ju6t until I get
! started I"
'"Certainly," grunted Old Hundred,
whose every muscle was taxed to hold
the whcsl upright.
B. C. started, the perspiring .tailor
trotting after, both hands clutchicg the
saddle spriog contributing so materially
iSnis awkwardness to the difficulty of
the steering that the agonized maid in
front soon cried back to him, "That
will do. Thanks. Now mount and
j catch up!" and away tailed
B. C, stag
gering all over the road.
Old Hundred trotted back to his
wheel, picked it up, and glanced despair
ingly after the retreating safety. How
could he ever catch up? But that query
was merged in a greater one. . Could he
ever mount?
He made three attempts, each failure
being hidden in a thicker cloud of dust,
and inscribed in a deeper rent. But
what were clothes to a tailor? There
was Miss Bennett's unsteady form just
disappearing over the edge of the first
little hill. 4 He must catch up with her,
or be her laughing-stock forever. Luck
ily, a small boy just came sauntering by,
to whem he gave ten cents, with full di
rections, and was assisted off in much
better shape than poor B. C. had been.
"Oh, that I were eafe in my shop, sit
ting cross-legged on the table!" thought
Old Hundred. 'That bicycles had never
been invented ! That Miss Bennett were
not ss fond of them ! How smart she is?
Who would have thought it at her age I
But iust here a rut upset the train of
his thoughts, and ill but upset himself.
The small boy, left behind, was chuck
ling with amusement. How close, the
ditches seemed and tow fearfully deep?
The machine, . to the tailor's apprehen- j
sion, seemed insanely bent on plunging t
uvi luu urm&. is iunu were putieu
almost out of their sockets. Perspira-
lion Diinaea nis eyes. Jiore ana more
wildly with each rut swayed tho crazy
bicycle, and whirled Old Hundred dizzy
brain. He came to the brow of the little
hill, which seemed a fearful declivity.
Old Hundred clinched his teeth and
pushed back hard on the pedals, throw-
ug on the brake with all his might.
Just then he struck a loose stone, lost
control of the wheel, and with closed
eyes rau directly toward the side, and
upset. The little tailor rolled over and
over down the hillside gully, and lay on
top of his wheel at the bottom.
blowly Old Hundred rose, and found
to his'intense relief that he had broken
no bones. To his equally great relief he
discovered that he had broken the bicy
c'e. One pedal projected- from the
crank at a most astonishing angle.
A gay laugh rang out a few yards
farther down the ditch, and lo thereon
its bowldery side sat the stout-hearted B.
C. ; at her feet her trickv wheel!
A happy light shone in her eyes.
My wheel is broken!" said she, point
ing to a handle-bar bent back some forty
degrees.
v AJ OiAlU tug oiutiiu
mine,
tailor, showing the disaffected pedal.
"Isn't it too bad! I'm afraid we'll have
to go home."
With some toil they hoisted their bi
les to the road again, and set out for
the town, trundling them happily.
And then it was that the tailor spoke
these memorable words :
"Susy," said he, and Miss Bennett's
brave old heart knew what was ap
proaching. "Susy, you see how very
unsteady these bicycles are, separate?"
"Very, said B. C, tremblingly.
"But suppose, Susy, one were to take
two bicvele, like vours and mine, and
put a couple of axles across, and a box
on top, with two seats and a cover, what
would that be, Susy?"
"A family carriage," said B. C, look
ing downward with a smile.
"Y'es, Su3y, and it wouldn't tip over,
but would run smoothly and safely, and
wouldn't it be nice, ,Susy?" and Old Hun
dred tried to jtrundlewith one hand, that
he might use the right arm for another
purpose, but it wouldn't work.
"Wouldn't it be much nicer, Susy?"
Y'es, Susy thought it would.
And so B. C. and Old Hundred walked
happily back to town along that Middle- i
ton Road henceforth blessed to them
both, trundling the fateful bicycles,
which alone had been equal to the ending
of that long courtship.
Near town, Spoketire whirled smartly
up, and dismounted at signt of tnem.
"Had accidents, I see. Too bad.
However, I can soon straighten that
out."
"We have decided, Susy and I, Mr.
Spoketire," said the bold tailor proudly,
'to sell our wheels, and we want you to
act as agent. We 11 leave therji at your
shop. You sec, Mr. Spoketire, we have
decided, Susy and I, to set up a lamily
carriage." Yankee Blade.
Keen are the Shafts of Ridicule.
Brave heartshavc flashed out of life
from the din of many a field of battle,
the record of whoso courage could never
transcend the daily life of many a woman,
forced to keep a steady front turned to
ward the legion of annoyances that
marshal behind an inadequate income.
A pretty woman, forced to go looking
like a dowdy because she cannot afford,
or is not sufficiently selfish to wear, fine
aud expensive clothes, is a sight to earn
the plaudits of such as appreciate hero
ism of the unwept and unstoried kind.
It takes more strength of character to
face ridicule than it does to face a battery
of Gatling guns. A sneer pierces deeper
than a bullet. A blow that only reaches
a physical nerve center does not tell like
the blow that buries itself in the soul. I
can dodge a shell, if the Lord has given
me a level head and a moment's time,
but nothing is going .to help me when
my enemy rakes me with the light artillery
of scorn and contempt. If we but knew
the inside history of the man who goes
dressed in seedy clothes, or the woman
who wears old shoes and rusty gloves,
we should perhaps uncover, when some
of these shabby folk meet us on the way,
as commoners do when royalty rides by.
-Chicago Herald.
Cleaning Car Wheels by Sand Blast.
A very efficient application of the sand
blast is made in cleaning newly-cast car-
wheels in the New York Car Wheel
Works, Buffalo, N. Y. When taken
from the soaking pit the wheel is rolled
into a. small chamber, where it stands in
a vertical position. The tread of the
wheel stands on rollers which are moved
by gearing, so that the wheel is slowly
revolved without changing its position.
A flue, into which cinders are fed by a
chute leading from a bin above, leads a
blast of air against the face of the wheel,
which is then reversed. The cinders
used vary from the size of a grain of
wheat to much larger, and are used over
and over. With this apparatus one man
can clean twenty wheels in three hours
and a half, including the time consumed
in rolling them to and from the ma
chine. The cost is less than hand labor,
and the cleaning is better done. Neu
York Journal.
No .Fireproof Buildings.
There is hardly a new hotel or business,
building in New York but that is adver
tised as fireproof, ani yet a leading
architect told me the other day that sueh
a thing could not exist.
"They may be fireproof to ail extents
and purposes," said he, "but if inflam
mable material be in thern and it gets
afire the iron girders and beams will so
expand that they will kt the floor above
down. When one floor falls in an iron
beamed building they all go, and then
the side walls fall. The ruin is usually
more complete than it is in an ordinary
building. We do not build those Iron
fireproof fronts any more, because incase
of a fire they fall forward and demolish
the building across tfce street." N
Yof-Jt Herald.
THE MERRY-SIDE. OF LIFE.
'
STORIES THAT ABE TOIjIVBY THE
FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS.
Sits and Dreams Quite Reasonable
Veryliikely Elementary Instruc
tions in Cookery, Ktc, Etc.
She sits and dreams of knights of oil
(Her mother at the washing scrubs).
Of maidens fair with lovers bold.
And longs for one with wealth untold
Whoso arms her tragi I form might fold.
And prove the prineeliest of hubs;
She sits and dreams of knights of old
(Her mother at th9 wash tub scrubs).
New York Herald.
ENCOURAGEMENT.
He "I I have called to-night to
ask to ask you for your hand."
She "Well (silence while the clock
ticks) why don't you?" Judy
QUITE REASONABLE.
"He 'escaped with his life; I under
stand." -"."
"Yes; he couldn't very well have es
caped without it." Washington Star.
?A BLUR.
"She doesn't claim to be a bud, does
she?"
"Why, certainly!"
"What kind century plant?"
Judge.
VERY LIKELY.
"Death loves a shining mark," said
the minister.
"I guess that's why grandpa wears a
suggested
Johnnie. New York
Herald,
OF THE SAME OPINION.
Daughter "Father, Mr. Hendricks is
a very bright young man." -'
Father "He must be. I notice you
never have a light in the parlor the night
he calls." Jury.
ELEMENTARY INSTRUCTIONS IN COOKERY.
Young Lady "And now, Jane,
what's the next thing to do after put
ting the meat and potatoes in the stew
pan?"
Village Girl "Please, miss, wash the
baby." Punch.
THEY RE RIGHT.
Young SDribulcr "I always give the
Gratsvale Journal the refusal of what I
write, you know."
Unsympathizing Auditor "And they
always exercise that privilege, Soribu'er."
Yankee Blade.
STIE DOESN'T WANT IT.
Miss Amiable "That's Miss Hastings.
She isn't pretty, but her face grows on
you, I think."
Miss Sharptongue "Doe? it? Well,
I should be very sorry for it to grow on
me." Yankes Blade.
VERY STRIKING.
' "You spent five years in New York,
Lord Noodleby?"
"Ya-as."
"And what struck you most foicibly
in our country?"
"My creditahs." Judge.
A BLACK SPEEP.
Brown, (speaking of Badleigh, who
has cot led an exemplary life) "But
Badleigh ha3 a bright future before
him."
Fogg "Blight? Emphatically; I
should say lurid." Beaton, Tramcript.
IT WAS A COLD.
Miss Sharpe "Oh, how do you do,
Mr. Sissy? You are not looking very
well."
Mr. Sissy "No, Miss Sharpe; I have
a cold or something in me head."
Miss S. (calmly) "I think it must be
a cold, Mr. Sissy." Continent.
couldn't help herself.
Watts "So she refused you, did she?"
Dumley "Yts; said she wouldn't
even be a sister to me. That made me
mad, and now she's got to be one to me."
Watte "How is that?"
Dumley "I proposed to her sister
and was accepted." Boston Herald.
WISE OLD PATER.
Cleverton "Have you any idea how
much that dress cost that Miss Swaus
down had on last, night?"
Dashaway "Yes; $125."
Cleverton 'How did you come to
know?"
Dashaway (sorrowfully) "Her father
took pains to tell me the other day."
Cloak Review.
NOT THE SAME KIND.
"Marie, what are those things on that
tree?"
"They're blossoms."
"Oh, does the tree drink?"
"No, of course not. What put that in
your head?"
"Why, I heard grandma tell mamma
that drinking was putting a beautiful
blossom on papa." Judge.
DISENCn ANTED.
A great disappointment has fallen on
Fickleby."
"How's that?"
Before he was married he thought
his wife was an angel."
"Yes?"
"Well, since then he has found out
that she not only is not, but is in no
hurry to become one." Botton Tran
script. IN THE WRONG I.ENB.
Enfant Terrible(inteiitly watching Mr?.
Scareall, a newly arrived guest, who is
uopacking her trunk) "Well, I don't see
as you've brought any rope at all. "
Mrs. Scareall "Any rope, my dear?
Did you want me to bring a rope!"
Enfant Terrible-" Y'es ; I've been stand
ing here all this while to see the horrible
things that Aunt Jane told mamma you'd
be sure to bring in the clothes line.'
Harper't Bazar,
IMMATERIAL.
"Oh, you you infamous what sliall
I call you?" exclaimed tho
enraged
kitchen lady. I
"Call me wot you please, ma'am,'' re
plied the imperturbable -milkman whose
horse had stamped and spattered muddy
water all over her. "Call me wot you
please," he repeated, cordially, as he
gathered up his lines and drove off.
"Tb' hain't no rule fur the pernunci
ation of proper names." Chicago Tri
bune. PATINO OFF THE GROCER.
Doctor Barrowbf was canvassing for
the post of one of the physicians to
Bartholomew's Hospital. With a view
to obtaining the vote of a certain influ
ential grocer, he called upon him, and
found him bursting -with importance as
he strutted up and down his shop. With
a mixture of insolent patronage and in
sulting familiarity, he slowly approached
the Doctor, and said :
"Well, my friend, what is your busi
ness!" Barrowby paused, looked him straight
in the face, and said:
"I want a pound of plums."
Greatly confused, the grocer puttup
the plums, whereupon the Doctor .put
them in his pocket and marched off
without asking him for his vote. Tid
Bits.
CUTTING IT CLOSE.
A man was selling flowers at the cor
ner of Broadway antt Canal street the.
other day when a married couple, came
along and stopped a moment to admire
the roses.
"Will ze laidee haf a bbotiful bokay
for only ten cents?" asked the dealer.
"I'd like one very much,!' she replied.
il "Well zc bootiful laidee won't get
one!" bluntly added the husbaud.
H,When a feller has come to New York
and bought a wagon load of gimcracks
for 'leven children, a present for the
schoolma'am and a jackknife for ' the
hired man, and won't have but two cents
left after buying tickets for home, his
bootiful laidee has got to be satisfied
with snuffing at the weeds along the
railroad track. Come along, Nancy !'V-'
New York World. . ... '
A UNIQUE WjJLCOME.
While General Grant was President he
visited Maine, accompanied by several
members of his Cabinet, to formally open
the then American and European Rail
road, running from Bangor to the New
Brunswick line.
Bangor has never been honored by the
presence Jf a "first citizen" before, and
the city was dressed in gala garb' to re
ceive him. It so happens that the most
imposing structure in the. city is the jail,
and it has extensive grounds aud shade
trees around it.
When the procession from the railroad
station had reached the grounds the
General's attention was called to the
crowning feature of the decorations. A
large floral arch had been constructed at
the entrance bearing the inscription:
4 Welcome."'
"Ah," said the General, much pleased,
"what public building is that?
"The jail," replied a member of the
committee, and then for the first time
the blunder of it dawned upon them.
New York Herald.
Strange Tilings From the Clouds.
A phenomenon which probably has no
parallel on record was observed in Buf- ;
falo, N. Y., the other day. At 10:30 j
a. m. Park Policeman Edward Fitz- j
Gibbon was standing near, the FroQt
House when, as he at first supposed,
heavy drops of ram began falling. He
noticed that they fell with unusual force
upon his hat and clothes, and upon ex
amination he discovered that instead of
rain a shower of small shot was falling
from the clouds. Joseph C. Green, an
other park policeman, noticed the strange
phenomenon, and these men, together
with Mrs. Buchannan, her sister and
other?, were all witnesses of the leaden
shower. The shower lasted for over an
hour, and the people in the neighbor
hood caught the shot in bats and aprons.
Reporters visited the place next flay and
gathered a quantity of the leaden rain.
During a thunderstorm the same eve
ning live turtles, some of them as large
as a man's hand, fell on the farm of Adam .
Walker, in Coal Creek township, Ind.
No trees were near and they must have
dropped from the clouds. Chicago
Herald. ' '
Useless UigIn?.
Two of tile strongest advocates of re
taining sail power on vessels of the new
navy as auxiliary to steam have bee.i
Admiral Walker and Chief Constructor
Wilson. Both have materially altered
their views since observing the experience
of the Chicago while on the squadron of
evolution. Admiral Walker found that
her sails were of no use whatever, except
to steady her in a heavy wind, and for
this purpose fore and aft rig would be
sufficient. The Admiral is of the opinion
that sail power on twiu-ecrew vessels is
simply a useless encumbrance, as the sails
are practically never used, and the rig
ging only furnishes additional resistance
to air, and is so much additional dead
weight to be carried. The only twin
screw vessels of the new navy with square
rigging are the Chicago and the New
ark, and It will probably not be long be
fore all their rigging comes down except
the low masts, with the military tops,
and a simple fore-and-aft Tig. Picayune.
Hon to Clean a Plaster Cast.
A correspondent of a leading scientific
Journal states that a bust or statute can
be most thoroughly cleaned, provided it
has not been painted, oiled or waxed, by
inverting it and filling- it with water free
from iron. The water is then allowed to
filter through the plaster. After the
filtering has been kept up for a sufficient
time, and the outside surface occasionally
washed with water and a soft brush,, the
plaster is allowed to dry. It is then
found that all the dust has been washed
out of the pores of the cast, which is
thus restored to its original whiteness.
New York Commercial Advertiser,
A MILITARY EXECUTION.
THE
FATE
OP i A YOTJNO OFFICER
IN MEXICO.
Shot to Death for Drawing a
Upon Ills Superior Officer'
Pistol
Shoot
Straight at My Heart."
The follawing particulars of the recent
execution of Lieutenant Ktujierroa, a
young Mexicau officer, are given by a
Times-Democrat correspondent : Monterey
and the State of Nuevo Leon has been
the theatre of many military tragedies,
but the shooting of Salvator Estupcrron,
second lieutenant of the Mexican Cav
alry, was the saddest that has ever dark
ened the annals of the State. A brief
history of the event which led to this
rooming's execution is necessary to. a
proper understanding of the case. Last
December a company of tlu Thirteenth
Regular Cavalry was ordered to do
special duty atCadcreyta, a small town
on the Gulf road. The comiaBy was iu
command of a first lieutenant and the de
ceased. A dispute arose between the
officers, and Lieutenant Estuperron fear
ing, as his friends say, that his life was in
danger, drew his pistol, but did not
shoot at his superior. It is claimed that
fie snapped the pistol", but it missed fire.
For this offense he was placed tinder ar
rest and tried by a general court-martial
and sentenced to death. .
There were extenuating circumstances
admitted, and the icae was carried to
the highest Federal courts. Pending a
decisiouithe first officer of the company
was shot-dead in the portals at Mon
terey by one of the soldiers, and the
soldier, while yet tho smoke was
curling from his weapon, was shot
down by the captain of the company.
Whether these deaths affected the par
doning power or not will never be
known, bht the finding of the court was
approved,! and powerful personal appeals
by person! intimately associated with .
President Diaz were unavailing. The
death warrant, was signel and carried in
to execution. That the officer was ad
mired by the people and dearly loved in
his regiment was well known by the au
thorities, as the precautions taken by the
commandant of the department were
ample proof.
The time of the shooting was kept a
profound secret until theTiight before the
execution. The cathedral clock chimed
four. There was a sharp bugle call, a
hurrying of mustering feet, quick com-
mands and rapid evolutions and in a few
moments the garrison fell into line. The
gate in the rear of the barracks was
opened, and the Thirteenth Cavalry in
full marching order on foot, issued forth,
followed by their band with muffled in
struments. The Fifth, Cavalry followed,
.and then the Fifth Infantry. They
formed a square, three sides of which
I consisted of the representative rcgimentSr.
The fourth was the wall of the barracks.
The general commanding the department
and staff took up a position iu the centre.
When the troops halted the commanding,
officer -called, "Attention?" "Fix
bayonets!" He then announced the sen
tence, and added :
"If any man moves in the ranks or
gives any expression of sympathy with .
the prisoner or fault with the sentence
.he shall be committed to prison from one
to five years, depending on the gravity o!
the offense."
The sileuce as of death fell upon the
soldiers and the few spectators who were
allowed to be present. Afar off the
church bell tolled the knell for the dy
ing. The early sun just gilded the
mountain peaks that rise like giant senti
nels araand the historic city, and one's
thoughts went back to the dulL gray
morning long ago, when an American
soldier knelt upon his coffin and met a
bloody death almost on the same spot.
Great white, wreaths circled the higher
hills. It is now 4:45. From out of the
gate issued a company of the Thirteenth,
afrits head a prisoner, and by his side a
priest. With a firm tread and a proudly
lifted head he marched, never faltering
or halting, but with a bright smile upon
his face, he looked the least concerned
of ! the partj. He halted at, a small
marked elevation twenty feet from the
barracks wall. His company filed past
and formed in front, four lines deep.
Two lines advanced, halted, and one
still advanced. ' There were six men in
each line. The firing party thus con
sisted of six men in the front line within
! ten feet of the prisoner, and the second
; line within fifteen feet. The other two
I lines formed a reserve. The death knell
tolled and the clock struck 5. The offi-
cer advanced to bandage the eyes of the
: prisoner, but the latter waived the ofli
cer aside and said : -!
"I have looked too often in the face
. of death to fear him now."
"It shali be as you wish," said the
captain, as he took his place at the left
i of the firing party. Taking off his bat
' the prisoner surveyed the assembled
troops, looked once at the 'sun-tipped
hill's, and said to the firing party:
"Shoot straight for my heart, but do
not strike my face. Adieu," And
bringing his hands to the position of
"attention," he awaited the end. - There
was a slight flash of the captain's sword.
The guns came to.j'VRcady I" Another
flash. "Aim?" The blade drops. Six
sheets of flame dart toward the prisoner,
who sprang into the air with three bul
lets in his heart. The surgeon took
his wrist. The captain gave a quvck
command, a soldier stepped
from tho
ranks, and placing his rifle to the pris
oner's head, fired. In less than fifty
seconds from the drop of tbia 'sword
Lieutenant Estuperron was dead. The
bugles sounded. The troops filed past
the body ; it was pat Into a coffin and
the grim tragedy was over and as
brave a man as ever buckled on a sword
bad crossed .to the "bivouac of the
dead." ' . t
! Daring the past year there were over
5,000,000 pieces of matter withdrawn
from the mails because of incorrect or
Insufficient addresses.
! The persecution of Hebrews on the
Island of Corfu is said to havo been
planned by Russia. -
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