CHARLOTTE MESSENGER.
VOL. I. NO. 27.
By-And-Bj.
What will it matter by-and-by.
Whether my path below whs bright—
Whether it wound through dark or light—
Under a grey or a golden sky,
When I look back on it by-and-by?
What will it matter by-and-by,
Whether, unhelped, I toiled alone,
Dashing iny foot against a stone,
Missing the charge of the angel night—
Bidding me think of the by-and-by?
What will it matter by-and-by.
Whether with laughing joy I went, —
Down through the years with a glad content,
Never believing, nay, not I
Tears would be sweeter by-and-by?
What will it matter by-and-by.
Whether with cheek to cheek I’ve lain,
(’lose by the pallid angel. Pain,
Soothing myself through sob and sigh ;
‘•All will be elsewise by-aud-by !”
What will it matter?—if bright—if I
Only am sure the way I’ve trod,
Gloomy or gladdened, leads to God-
Questioning not the how, the why,
If I but reach Aim, by-and-by !
What will I care for the unshased sigh,
If, in my fear of bliss or fall,
Closely I’ve clung to Christ through all,
Mindless how rough the road might lie.
Surely He will smooth it by-and-by.
Ah, it will matter by-and-by,
Nothing but thi* —That Joy or Pain
Lifted me skyward—helped to gain;
Whether through reck, or smile, or sigh.
Heaven—home—all in all—by-and-by.
LOVE AND A DUCKING.
“This is my daughter, Caroline.
Carrie, Mr. Sloane.”
Harry Sloane bowed, and pretty,
winsome Carrie Hervey bowed in re
turn.
Harry had picked out the farm as
a residing place during a business
trip.
After Carrie's father had intro
duced the young people he went to
the barn, leaving the pair seated upon
the porch.
“A pleasant spot this,” said Harry,
after he had finished admiring the
pretty, dimpled hands which the girl
had carelessly laid upon the light blue
serge dress.
“You like it?” she asked.
“Like does but half express my ad
miration. It seems as though I should
lie perfectly satisfied to linger here
forever,” responded Harry.
“But surely, Mr. Sloane, the attrac
tions of city life must surpass those
of such a humdrum locality as this.”
“On the contrary, 1 prefer what you
call the humdrum locality.”
“And why, may t ask?"
“Because, because—well, I cannot
tally explain my reason. I suppose it
is because I am heartily sick of city
ways."
“And so you come here for a
change?”
“Yes, I believe that is the reason.”
The pair sat there upon the porch,
talking upon one subject and the
other, until the evening shadows fast
deepened into darkness.
Finally Harry arose, and said, —.
“As I am somewhat tired with my
journey I will retire.”
The girl called her father, and the
latter taking a lamp led the way to the
front chamber on the upper floor.
II irry took up his travelling-bag, and
after a “good-night” to Carrie, he fol
lowed the old gentleman up the stairs,
and shortly afterwar.ls was soundly
sleeping.
“He U handsome, and so is Jack. He
is gentlemanly, and Jack is not quite
so easy. He talks and acts like a real
gentleman, and Jack can hardly ever
find the right word to say when it is
needed. Jack loves me, and I—l won
der do I really and truly love Jack ?”
Thus Carrie mused after she had dis
robed herself for the night, and sat by
the window.
.Strange, she hail never questioned
the fact as to whether or not she loved
Jack. She had always taken it for
granted that she did love the handsome,
brown-faced Tarmer-boy, who had ac
companied her home from singing in
the pariah room on practising nights in
CHARLOTTE, MECKLENBURG CO., N. C., JANUARY 6, 1883.
the winter, and taken her to picnics
and on excursions in summer.
Theirs had been on affection without
any question, any doubt or mistrast to
mar the serenity of its flow.
Two, three weeks pass rapidly, and
Harry Sloane llnds. himself musing
over the possibility of his being able to
provide for a wife. Carrie’s lovely
face, her pretty figure and her grace
have been the whole cause of his per
plexity. Before lie met her he never
haif a thought of ever marrying.
lie had espied a fine young farmer
0 n several occasions talking with Car
rie at the gate, but she had told him
that it was .Jack, a schoolmate, and a
lifelong friend.
One evening Harry was seated in
theparlor talking with Carrie, when a
tra|i halted at the door, and Jack asked
her to take a ride. Again, when Harry
requested her to take a row on the
lake, she said she was very sorry, hut
she had an engagement with—Jack.
“Miss Hervey, that Jack seems to
take up all of your spare time,” ex
claimed Harry.
“Excuse me, Mr. Sloane, not quite
all. I believe I am at your service
when not otherwise engaged most of
the time.”
And turning on his heel Harry would
leave Carrie. This soon became com
mon, and finally Harry was determined
to end all by asking Carrie for her
hand.
“Miss Hervey, will you walk with
me along the riverside this evening?”
asked Harry oneevening after tea.
“I—l don't know."
"Os course; it’s another engagement.
No matter, I return to the city in the
morning,” interrupted Harry.
“You are wrong, Mr. Sloane; I have
no other engagement. To prove it, I
will go to the river with you.”
She put on her pretty.wide-brimmed
Gainsborough and walked by his side
to the river.
“It is pretty,” she said, gazing out
upon the lake which reflected each
shining star and fleecy, floating cloud
upon its mirror-like surface.
“Pretty lyes, beyond all others I have
ever looked upon." Something in his
tones caused Carrie to look up quickly,
and she blushed as she found his eyes
gazing straigiit into hers. “Carrie—l
I love you.”
There, it was said. The die was
cast, and Harry’s heart jumped up into
his throat.
“Mr. Sloane ”
“There now, Carrie, don’t Mr. Sloane
me. Can you not call me Harry ?”
“I might—that is, if I had known
you longer.”
“You call that fanner—Jack.”
“Oh, Jack and I were children to
gether. That makes a difference, you
see.”
"I suppose so. But, Carrie, tell me,
do you love me?” asked Harry, trying
to take her hand in his, a liberty which
she did not seem disposed to permit.
“[—l—let us go back now, Mr.—
Harry,” said Carrie."
“I love you, Carrie. Will you not
give me just one small ray of hope?”
“I—l don't know," responded she.
Harry seemed very much in earnest.
Jack had never, during all the years
of their association, spoken of love.
She, like other girls in common, had a
deal of admiration for a brave man.
And Harry Sloane seemed a valiant
personage to Currie, since he had dared
to tell her that he loved her.
“Who does know then?" asked
Harry.
»I—cannot; I—please let’s go hack
home now,” uttered Carrie.
“Shall we row the boat, the little
boat down there, up to the stream
which flows by the house?” said Harry
pointing to a small boat near them.
“If you wish,” said Carrie.
They got into the boat, and pushing
it from the shore, Harry plied the
oars. A silence fell upon them after
the lxiat had gone a short distance.
They reached the turn of the water,
where the small stream poured its crys-
tal waters into a lake. Harry turned
the boat around—horror! the frail
affair struck against a rock, and in
another instant they were both pre
cipitated into the water. Harry, as he
went over, managed to grasp hold of
the boat, and Carrie, as good luck
would haue it, found herself seated
seenrely upon the rock.
“Miss Hervey,” said Harry, “we are
in a nice predicament.”
“I’m wet through and through,”
cried Carrie.
Strangely enough, the thorough wet
ting seemed to take all the romance out
of both. Here in the water, up to
their waists, Harry hanging on to the
shattered boat for dear life, and Carrie
seated upon the rock, some ten or more
yards from shore, all—all affairs con
nected with love were utterly vague to
them.
“What shall we do?” said Carrie.
Harry did not reply. Swim he could
not, and he knew if he once lost his
hold he would go down, down to a
watery grave.
“I—l’m sorry we started. I—l
Miss, Miss Her—Hervey, we shall both
be at the bottom by morning," stut
tered Harry.
“Humph! I shouldn’t wonder a bit.
poor Mr. Sloane?”
“Wh—what do you—you mean?”
“Why don’t you do something, Mr.
Sloane? Swim to shore for another
boat. Do any thing to get me off this
horrid rock!"
“I—l can’t swim!”
“Jack can!”
“I’m glad to—to hear it. I—l wish
Jack was here.”
Carrie then seemed to be possessed
of an idea which she suddenly put into
effect, for raising her voice to its high
est pitch, she cried—“ Jack! Jack!
Jack!”
“Hallo!" a voice in the distance re
sponded.
“Quick, Jack. Out here in the river
where the stream flows in,” cried Car
rie, as she espied Jack’s form upon the
shore.
And then Jack dashed into the
water and walked as quickly as possi
ble to Carrie, took her in his arms, and
walked back to shore.
"Help? How am lto get ashore?”
yelled Harry.
“Walk ashore! The water is abbot
waist-deep. You don’t want me to
carry you, do you?” exclaimed Jack,
us he walked off towards the house,
Carrie, very limp and dripping walk
ing by his side.
Harry walked to shore. What a fool
he had been. If he had only known
the depth of the water, perhaps he
would not have lost Carrie.
Anyhow, he returned to the eity in
the morning; and I can assure you he
never mentioned the little circum
stance.
Carrie and Jack were married short
ly afterwards. She said that the sight
of Harry in the water hail cleared away
all doubt, and she straightway knew
that she did indeed love Jack!
Oil upon Troubled Waters.
Captain Brice, one of the inspectors
of the Board of Trade, was in Aberdeen
Scotland, the other day, watching ex
periments for the purpose of rendering
the passage of vessels over the liar safe
in stormy weather by pumping oil upon
the water. A heavy southwesterly
gale was blowing. Seal oil was used
After the pnmps had l>een at work
twenty minutes the crested waves
which were dashing with great fury
against the piers, became greatly as
suaged, and the entrance was rendered
safe. Thh experiments were considered
successful.
A prize exhibition of St. Bernard
dogs was lately held in London. The
highest prize was won by a monster St.
Bernard, whose master refused fIoO.OOO
for him not long ago.
The United States produce thirty per
cent, of the grain and thirty per cent,
of the meat of the world.
A Mormon Romance.
When the overland train reaches
Ogden, the agitation of the female
mind about visiting Salt Lake City
becomes evident. There are always
some ladies going there for the henetit
of their health, and many more to
gratify their curiosity; for, strange as
it may seem, the Mormon stronghold is
the great business, social and educa
tional centre between Omaha and San
Francisco. The conductor told us that
there were always tatties bound for
Salt Lake, particularly during the
winter, when the climate is salubrious;
yet even in a large party the members
of the fair sex felt ahalf-amused trepi
dation in preparing to inspect a society
so entirely at variance with their prin
ciples and notions of propriety.
What, then, wasoursurprise to meet
on the very day of our arrival a Phila
delphia lady, a niece of an eminent
Presbyterian divine, who had been re
siding in the capital of Moriuondom
for live years! She wasa widow, whose
extensive landed interests lay in Idaho,
and who had found fine educational
advantages for her children, and a
pleasant social circle for herself beneath
the peerless blue sky and within the
circling snow-capped mountains that
bound Zion. She li’vU in a double
house with long French windows, sur
rounded by a-blooming garden. The
furniture was elegant and convenient.
Church privileges were ample, and she
had some friends among the Mormons.
Her bete noire was her landlord, whose
particular offence was his too great de
sire to make improveufents and repairs
upon her residence. His maimers were
very mild and pleasant; but he at last
justified her antipathy by sending his
first wife to ask her to be his fourth
spouse. To free herself from associa
tion with him after this, she bought
the house, when he coolly told her that
what she regarded as audacity hud
been prospered by the Lord, and ena
bled him to sell at a profit.
The romance of Salt Lake City is
the story of Libbie Young, and visitors
are sure to hear it as an illustration of
how love rules the world. Libbie
Young resided in Philadelphia. One
of her relatives was the second wife of
Brigham Young, Jr.,and white visiting
her husband fell in love with Libbie,
and Libbie became infatuates! with
him. She refuse! to marry him, how
ever, unless he discarded his wives—
an agreement which, strange to say,
was agreed to. Brighaui, Jr., then
made a settlement on eaeh of them,
and he and Libbie were married. They
lived happily until the death of old
Brigham induced his son to look to the
succession to the presidency, when, to
strengthen his influence with the
church, he took to himself two new
wives. On this Libbie left him, and
ever since both of them have broken
hearts. She still maintains intimate
relations wih his former wives, and
frequently visits them; and when she
goes to Salt l.ake, Brigham hovers
around her residence to get a glimpse
of her, but she will not see him. And
yet everybody says she loves him and
he still loves her. though ambition
proves the stronger passion.—Lipjtin
atU't: Muyazim.
Asbestos.
Astiestos is not a rare mineral, as It
is found in most of the middle and
northern States in this country and in
Europe, in all mountainous sections.
In New York there is a deposit in
Richmond county which affords fibres
two feet long. In Brunswick, N. J.,
there is a fine deposit of the interlaced
variety, the mountain leather, so-called.
In Maryland, asbestos of good quality
is found in several localities. In Mas
sachusetts it occurs at Brighton, Shef
field, Pelham, Windsor, and several
other towns. The mineral is plentiful
enough for all our wants, even if, some
day, it is used in house construction,
an event not improbable. —Boston
Journal of Commerce.
V. C.SIITH. Publisher.
Dreamland.
'Only in virions does the future wait
To lell os of the mysteries to tie; »
Vet even thas we linger at the gate
That opes eternity.
Rveept in dreams, the Past comes not again
| With ail its vanished weight of ioy and
fears;
I that blind!} we e -trace, in grief ami pain.
The saddened bygone years!
the present lives; to bane ns or to bless
Within its guidance does the Future hide;
’ Pe Past hoi-ds over it with teade.ruo.ss —
All good is at its side.
iTo live within the Present—jet to take
From out the Future and the darkened
Pet
| Ml hope* and lessons that for gixalnem
mate—
May this be oars at last !
—'VvirisuL Svwvksi« loafV-- t'oetjan*.
ion.
PDSEXT paragraphs.
A tale of the sea—A sea-serpent'*
* tail.
The latest thing in cradles—The new
1 baby,
A" ears are like tigers. They always
: com® with a spring.
Definition of a soldier of fortune—A
, soldier who has none.
When a man wants to step on the
scales he gets aweigh.
We admire spirit.il animals, but de
liver us from a wildly enthusiastic
mule.
The rising young man of the future
is one who will Vie willing to jump up
and buiki the morning fires.
There are a good many desolate and
uncomfortable things in this world, but
a plug hat in a snow storm strikes us
as about the climax.
What is the difference lietween a
glass half full of water and a broken
engagement?"—One is not filled full,
and the other is not fulfilled.
With exceptional truthfulness a
quack doctor begins hts advertisement;
: “1 offer my valuable services to all who
: are so unfortunate as to require them.”
Life must be a perfect desert to tbs
women of Salt Lake. What can they
talk about ? There’s absolutely nothing
a man of that eity can do that is scan
[ dalous.
Said a farmer, who was given to long
drinks, to a brother agriculturist.:
“What breed of cattle w ould you advise
:me to adopt?” "Short horns,” was the
! significant reply.
Four daughters of a Kentucky farm
| er eloped in .ate night, each couplo
1 taking a different road, and it drove
i the old man about crazy to decide
i which party to pursue.
Dong Tong is the name of a very
1 successful Chinese artist at Chicago.
11c has painted the picture of a man
and a dog. and you can tell which is
I the man and which is the Jog almost at
a glance.
“Juba, my little cherub, when d.tes
your sister Kmma return ?" “I don’t
know.” "Didn't she say anything be
fore she went away?” "She said, if
you came to se*> her. she’d be gone till
doomsday"
One gaea! unpleasantness attending
i a man's getting married is his utter
i insignificance on the .ie. asion. The
bride is the object of attention as the
star jierformer of the show, is
, regarded merely as a pro
i perty.
An exchange asks in bold head lines:
f "Why do woman work?” Well, some
women work'because they enjoy it, and
others because their husltattds are busy
in potit ics ami the w .matt of the house
is obliged to hustle around and earn
I their daily bread.
One day towarvl nightfall, ami in un
certain light, a man Imught an over
j .scat of pretented pimp color. The
next morning it proved to tie of a quite
too uamiatakcahle green. Returning
it to the shopkee|ier, that worthy
,vg.ird>il the buyer raltuly and said;
! “You must have a little patience with
I it, my dear air; it ian't ripe yet.’’