CHARLOTTE MESSENG VOL. I. NO. 36. TODAY. 4 Oh. heart, tired out with pain to'day, A thoumnd years to come V>y pain will all have passed aw nj, Thy crying shall be dumb: A* g *yly bird-wings o’er the river Shall gleam with life that once was thine, As if this pulse, with pain a-quirer, Still leaped, with gladness half-divine: To thee, to all, it is as one When once thy restless years are done.” Oh, vain to turn npon your heart And think to still it so! It cries oack onto all yonr art. With pleading, “ Ah, no, no! tor gladness dies as well as sorrow; Then let me live, since I must die. Ah, quick, for death will come to-morrow— Quick, ere my years in vain go by 1 Because to-morrow I am clay, Give me my happiness to-day !** —Miiicent Washburn Shinn , in the Century* DAISY. A clear and ringing whistle rose and fell and ruse again, a pleasant sound to hear, upon the evening air; bat the girl who stood knee-deep ia clover be side the meadow fence looked som berly down as the joyous notes struck upon her ear. “ Poor fellow ! dear fellow !” she said to herself. *“ It is so hard to go against him when he is as light hearted as that.” A moment more and Ralph Arm strong. her lover, vaulted lightly over the intervening liars and stood beside her. Straight, sturdy, brown, something of the contrast between himself, with his superabundant life, and the wee woman waiting there, seemed to strike him. “ Why, my little Daisy,” be said, with a playful touch turning up her chin until he could look into the soft eyes, that straightway filled with tears. “ Why, l)a sv !" he repeated, in an al tered, vexed voice, “ I thought when I saw you out here that you were glad to have me come. Never mind; you will lie when I tell you the news. I have paid off the last installment on the farm, and there’s to be an end of your drudgingyour life away. No more cooking for lodgers, or sitting up half the night to look out for Hick. Is he up to his old tricks again? Is that what has taken the color all out of your face?” “He was away all night,” said Daisy, in a low voice. “He never got borne until noon to-day. He is asleep, and, oh, Ralph ! 1 ain afraid to have him wake. It is so much worse now that Miss Winter is here. “ Didn’t 1 tell you how that would be?’’ reminded Ralph, not very kindly. “ Hut, luckily, it don’t matter; you can get rid of her as soon as you please, and we will have the wedding—when? 1 won’t be put off very long, my dear.” Daisy turned her lace away to the gathering dusk. " Oh, Ralph 1” she cried, piteously. “ Be contented to wait.” “To wait! What for? For Rick to drink himself to death? Foryouto grow old before your time with the hard work of taking care of yourself and hirn? Daisy, once and for all, you’ll have to choose between yyur sot of a brother and me. If you are bound to put him first, now and forever—” Thu unfinished threat fell upon other ears besides those it was intended to reach. A dogcart rolled almost noiselessly [iast on the thick green turf of the lane upon which the meadow bars gave, and Dr. Lloyd, lifting his hat to Daisy, shot a keen glance at the young fellow standing sulkily at her side, lie was gone in a moment, but somehow Ralph Armstrong experi enced a feeling of shame which kept him for the time from pressing what he had tieen about to urge. He turned and walked toward the house with Daisy. It was a shaekly, tumble-down cot tage, with mom and lichen breaking out in patchesover the decayed weath er hoarding, and a creaking porch from which the rustic benches had long ago rotted away. The picturesque aspect of the old place had taken Miss Winter's fancy, and so llttla, fair-faced Daisy had found the weekly addition to the sum which she earned with her dressmaking was all that now weat into her slia. by purse. There was a rnuflbd *Ty of “Daisy! Daisy!” as those two approached to gether; thenceonee, twice, the report <ifa pistol, together with the sound of shattered glass, was boru. to their ears. “ It’s Kick,” cried ’ViUy, breathless ly; “I looked tor h.— in his roi.u. CHARLOTTE, MECKLENBURG CO., N. C., MARCH 10, 1883. Do go and talk to Hi» Vinter. Ralph till I get him quiet again.** She was off as she spoke. Miss Winter had come to the door, half in alarm, and looked inquiringly at Ralph as he approached. “Do you think he is doing anything reckless?” she asked. “Nothing worse than smashing a window or two; it's his favorite way of calling his sister. Pity he cant put his balls to better use.** “I wonder that you leave her to he the victim of his whims,” said the lady, with a straight look at him. * “1 ?” said Ralph, with a shrug of his broad shoulders. Perhaps be did not mean to disclaim such an intention uu his part, hut it looked like it. How could he tadl Miss Winter that the only mason he had not taken Daisy away months before was because Hi it had out weighed her likiag for him? It was a sore subject with Ralph at the best, not one be would choose to parade to the world at large. Two hours afterthat Daisy stole out into the moonlight, utterly wearied with the scene through which she had passed. All her efforts had been fruitless to entice Kick lack to his bed. He sat on a bench in the kitchen, limp and stupid afterthat fit of vio lence, and Daisy stole out, as I have said, to breathe the heavy sweetness of dying roses, and brush' their dewy leaves with her face. The shadows lay thickly upon the porch, but there was a stir there, and Miss Winter's voice said softlv: “ Good-night f” “Good-night,” returned Ralph. - I'll show you to-morrow where the maid eu-hair fern grows,** He came whistling down the path to find Daisy standing by the gate. “ Welt little one, have you made up your mind which one of us you'll taker’ “ Ralph, you know that I can't leave Rick.” “It’s he or 1.“ said Ralph, stub bornly. “lie has no one else.” pleaded Daisy. “ Have I ? There's no use arguing, it’s got to be one thing or the other. I want a wife in my home, and if you won’t have me maybe there are others that will. Sweetheart, say that you (are too much for -me to send me away.” “ Oh, Ralph, you must wait.” Ralph muttered an unpleasant word, and fiung away without a gowhulght An unsteady step came down the path. “Looking for me. RkkF* Daisy tried to speak cheerfully. “ No; get away!” Rick spoke wildly. “ You've been out with Ralph; you'll go off with him next. You're tired of me, and I can’t do better than to make an end of myself. I'm going the straight road.” Daisy threw herself before the gate; she clung to him. pleaded With him. Half erased as he was. Riek was in no condition to go back to the village inn and the rough crowd which would he gathered there at that hour. Rut all of a drunken man's obstinacy wa< aroused, and while they stood thus there came again the roll of wheels that were checked suddenly, and Dr. Lloyd sprang down as he took in that scene at a glance. “Go into the house. Richard,” he commanded, ami Rick, without a word, obeyed. “I’ll give him a powder,” said the doctor to Daisy. "t ou must sleep yourself to-night.” He stood talking with her after he had seen Rick safely in hia room. -So he has had the pistol again. Well. I don't think that need alarm you; Kick isn't one to do himself any harm. He has been sty enough to hide it again, or 1 would take pumeasion of it. He is never violent toward yowF* “ Oh, no, never.” “Not quite brute enough for that,” muttered the doctor, an he took his leuve, and Daisy slept peacefully alter * She did not renlly believe that Ralph meant what he said, but he seemed de termined after that to visit his dis pleasure upon her. Mm Winter came back from bar walk next day with her hands fun e< ferns. •• So Mr. Armstrong isn’t your m gaged lover after aUF* she re marked to Daisy. “ I would have been flirting with him befutethia if I hadn't supposed he belonged to you.” “ Flirting! Oh. Miss Winter T* “ lie isn't a bad hand at the pud me himself,” remarked Mt*» Winter,coolly. She understood the situation much let ter than she pretsadeiLand died Ralph none the less became he a- -tie d on the point of deserting Us little white Daisy fur her. Rick had avoided the lodger from the first It was a revelation to Daisy when she came upon him one day hold tan crushed flower which Miss Winter had worn. He had not been near the vil-. lage for days. Languid and spiritless he had crept about the house or lain ia the long grass with a look on his far* which went to his sister’s heart She understood it now as she saw him lift the fsllen flower and just touch it with his lips. “I have been mad enough for that, Daisy—to fall In love with her. And if I had not thrown away my own manhood I need not now be in despair. That is the bitterest thought of all,” " It is not too late to be true to your self yet Hick.” She had a little hope that this new feeling might work some good in him, l>ut before the week was over he had broken bounds again, as if determined I to bury regret in oblivion. Meanwhile the time came for Miss | Winter to return to the city, and she | sent for Ralph, who had promised to ; drive her to the station. He came with his light carriage and mettled ! horse, looking neither sorry nor cast down, Daisy observed with a throb of the heart. “He isn’t false, then; he’ll come back to me again when she is gone.” Rick had been at the village. He was on his way home when, at some distance away, he saw the carriage standing at the parsonage gate. Ralph and Miss Winter were just taking their places in it, the minister stood on the steps, and the curious face of a servant looked down from a garret window. As Ralph settled down ia his seat his glance fell upon that shambling figure by the roadside, and he gave a vicious cut with his whip. The spirited horse started with a plunge, a buckle snapped, and then the next instant his driver had lost all control over him. Rick had taken in the scene which his eyes rested on, and a sudden still ness went over him. -They’ve been getting married!’’ he said to himself, aghast,. “ Been get ting married, and he has cheated Daisy. But lie shan’t get away so easy as that.” His brain was clouded with liquor; some blind impulse of cage and re venge moved him, and his lingers Hasped and brought out the weapon which he sometimes carried. They were close upon him now; he liftedhis hand and fired—at the horse, there is every re ason to believe, for there was a dangerous emliankmcnt near, toward which the runaway was heading. But he missed his mars and the next in stant the steels!iod hoofs were tramp ling him down. A little further on and the carriage was wrecked. Ralph Armstrong was [ticked up bruised and senseless; his uewly-made bride was dead, a bullet in her heart, and further back was a bleeding, pulpy mass beaten down in the dust, that groaned when’ they touched it, but was beyond human aid. The horror of that time was a year old when Ralph opened the rackety gate and made his way again to the old house. Daisy was sitting in the porch, all in white, as he remembered her so well. Then lie was holding her band and looking into her startled eyes. ' - My little white Daisy,” broke over his Ups. “ I never really loved any one 1 u* you, and 1 have come back to ask you to be my wife, after all.” “Oh. Ralph, don’t you know?” “ Know what?” he asked. “ That lam Ilr. Lloyd’s wife. I was married a week ago.” “ And—are you happy?” lie wanted her to say no; he thought his own misery would be easier to bear if he knew she shared it. There was a sound of wheels nearing the gate. Site turned her face that way; a beau tiful flush tinged it, and that look answered him without the low-spoken words: “lam very happy” A tMelea Throne. Monarch! have stolen thrones, but we never knew of a throne being stolen from a ruler until the gable reported that Kirg.Tohn.of Abyssinia, had lost his liy tha t —not metaphori cally. but literally. He recently ordered this article of furniture to be manufactured for himself in Aden, at a not of #25,000, and directed it to be sent to Adua by caravan. A band of desert roldiers, who make the neighbor hood of Aden their field of depredation, attacked the caravan, the guards dis persed. and the throne, together with a large quantity of other valuable propj rrty.was sailed and carried off. Thrilling Fight If Ith a Lioness. Peter Marvin, an animal trainer on ployed at the winter quarters of a cir cus in Philadelphia, recently had a desperate encounter with a lioness named Juno in a close room filled on three sides with dens of beasts. The lion had become jealous of the atten tions shown three cnb lions in a den directly opposite her own. After feed ing the cubs the keeper patted them for a while, which threw Juno into a violent rage. Marvin turned to qnlet her, and as be advanced toward the cage he stumbled and fell against the bars. In an instant she seized his right arm above the elbow. In order to protect his head and body the man fell and | with his left hand grasped the bottom ! of the cage. Juno held his right arm with one paw and struck through the bars at his head with the other. A lad named Donohue grabbed an Iron bar and tried to make Juno drop Mar vin. The boy’s efforts only increased the rage of the beast. By this time every animal in the place was wildly excited, and their roars and cries were heard squares away. As there is a small army of workmen about the place the lion house was soon surrounded with men. In the meantime Juno had torn the flesh from Marvin’s arm, struck him several wicked blows on the shoulder and then allowed him to drop to the ground and crawl away. Just as the rescuers reached the doors they heard a sound of crashing timbers, accompanied by a series of roars. Juno had thrown her body against the bars and broken through. The interior of the building was dark, and no one dared to venture in. They heard Juno around the place and they hesitated. They supposed that Mar vin was dead He, however, managed to reach the rack in whicli the heavy iron bars used to clean the cages are kept. Snatching one of the 'irons he boldly advanced on J uno, who crouched in a corner. Above the din of the beasts within the men at the doors, to their astonishment, heard Marvin or dering the lioness back to her cage. This reassured them and they started to enter. As the doors opened Juno sprang over Marvin’s head and took refuge in a stall. Marvin shouted to close the doors, and, following the now cowed lioness, struck her twice with the iron bar. Then he poked her out, and with an angry roar she vaulted hack into tier cage and the danger was over. Marvin's injuries wore attended to by a physician, who said ho would not lose the use of his arm. The Nutritive Properties of Rice. The increase in the consumption of rice lias lately attracted the attention of several men of science in Germany, and among other investigations, ac cording to the London Lancet, an at tempt has been made by Professor Voit to discover the relative capacity which various forms of nourishment possess of being incorporated into the system. lie has drawn up the follow ing table of the percentage which re mains in the body and of that which leaves it: Percentage Percentage which is incorporated. not retained Meat 98.7 8.3 Rice 88-1 3.9 Eggs 94. S 6.2 White bread 91.4 6.8 Maize 99.3 8.7 Potatoes 90.7 9.3 Milk 88.9 11.1 , Black bread 88.6 11.5 According to these results meat and rice leave the smallest amount of residu um, and occasion the smallest excess ive exertion to the indigestion, and, in fact introduce the minimum quantity of ballast into the human frame. Dr. Konig, of Munster, considers that the fact, of large masses of population fir ing on rice is easily accounted for; and in summing up the information col lected upon the subject, Professor Volt remarks that potatoes, when consumed in excessive quantity, fail to nourish the frame effectively, make the blood watery, and render the muscles weak. Apart from the subject dealt with in the tablb drawn up by Pro* fessor Voit, the question of the rela tive nutritive value of rice and pota toes has been investigated by Dr. Kontg, who isof opinion that if similar quantities of both articles are com pared, the former possesses fourtimes the value of the latter in really nu tritive properties. It is also remarked that the introduction of rice as a sub stitute for potatoes is facilitated by the fact that no such variation takes place in its quality as U the case with the potato, whicli is liable to be ma terially influenced by the effects of un favorable weather. ER. f. C. SMITH. PnMisber. DIRGE AND ANTHEM. Oh, the joys Ihst we pane, and grasp noil Oh, the loves that we meet, and sleep uoft Oh, the light that we/ail to eea! Oh, the eyee the’, have plead, nnheeded! Oh, the hands we have spurned, thong needed! Oh, the beauty that was to bel Oh, the songs that have died in singing! Oh, the dirges that will keep ringing! Oh, the words that we leave nnaa'd! Oh, the hopes that were never spoken! Oli, the hearts that are stung and broken! Oh, the silence of the dead! Oh, the dear ones that we keep waiting! Oh, the tru-t that we pay with hating! Oh, the waarinees of years! Oh, the leaves that are the brightest, dying! Oh, the winds that are always sighing! Oh, the bitterness of tears! Oh, the future, grand and glnrions! Oh. the life, o'er death victorious! Oh* the bonndiessness of btisa! Oh, the hnnds that we clasp forever! Oh, the love that no graves can severl Oh, why should we monrn for this? —Thomas S. Collier. HUMOROUS. Good-looking men—Astronomers and mieroscopists. In the spring the trees wifi start • brancii business.— New York News. The active drummer may be regard ed as a commercial sccnter.— Picayune. A man’s tongue often betrays him, but he can always count on his lingers. The proper place for a corner in coal—down the cellai.— New York Commercial. The sheriff does not always look lik« a criminal, but he often takes after thorn.— New York Journal. The success of an afcliitect's plans depends very much upon what con struction you put upon them.— Boston Post. The presiding officer of a caucus is called the chair, because everybody likes to sit down on him.— Boston Transcript. “ ’Twere better we had never met,” as the goat remarked after his unsuc cessful attempt to knock a cast-iron dog clear across a three-acre lawn. Isn't that a grand fountain ovei there?” she inquired, as they walked through the wood—” a fountain for lovers to linger near?” “No,” he responded, “ I think it a very cheap sort of fountain for lovers.” “ Will you tell me why ?” “ Certainly ; it is not a S'ida-water fountain.”— Puck. King Theeliaw’s baby is rocked U sleep in a mango-wood cradle, cased inside and out with plates of gold, set witli rubies, emeralds, sapphues and diamonds, worth nearly a million dol lars, but it takes just as muca pare goric to put it to sleep as if it was rocked in a section of a tlour barrel— Siftings. A Chicago clothing store gives s present of a coal stove witli an over coat. Tiiat is a great deal better than painting a fire-place on the tail of a coat or putting a coil of steam pipe in the back lining.' Some of the ready made coats neeid a furnace in them to keep a man warm. More wool and wadding and less coal stoves is what the boys want.— Peck’s Sun. The Rev. Henry Cox was secretary’ of the Young Men’s Christian associ ation in San Francisco, pastor of amis sion church, and a Unit'd States pen sion agent. Thomas Hill was a blind and paralytic pauper in the county almshouse. Under the new law Hill was entitled to $7,278 in back pen sions as a veteran of the Mexican and civil wars, and to $72 a month for the remainder of his fife. United States Senator Miller wrote to Cox at the sug gestion of the commissioner of pensions tn Washington, asking him to pay particular attention to this award, as the amount was unusually large, and the helpless recipient might fall into swindlers’ hands unless protected. Cox’s method of getting control of the matter was to induce Hill to sign an irrevokable power of attorney, au thorizing him to take possession ot all the money; and when lie had got the cash he used it for a personal specula tion In mining. He prayed with his dupe and sang hymns to. him, but this only allayed suspicion for awhile. An investigation has resulted in an ex posure, but the unfortunate veteran's fortune is probably beyond the reach of recovery. Hills that look as if they might fall over have probably been tipped by tbs ;olden sunlight.—Picayune.

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