We Wisson IS PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY r THE DISPATCH POBIMIG COMPANY, R. F. MORRIS, - - - Publisher. E. W. MORRiS, - Local Editor and Agent. BAYLUS CADE, - - - - Editor. SUBSCRIPTION PRICE $1.00 PER YEAR IN ADVANCE. SST’All communications to The Dis patch should be sent to Bavins Cade, Editor, Lock Box 103, Louisburg, N. C. #&”A11 advertisements must be handed in by Tuesday evening or they will be left oyer until next issue. TO MOTHERS. BY EVA SMITH. Speak gently to the children, nor wound the tender heart, The time may not be distant when you and they must part; So just forget the worries and the bat tles yon’ve to light. And in the quiet evening kiss them a warm “good night.” They, too, are swiftly nearing the battle field of life; And lest they should be worsted in the fight of sin and strife, Oh, gird them with the armor of a mother’s perfect love— A shining, pure example of faith in God above. The trials that await them in the far-off after years. The happy childish laughter may melt to bitter tears, The bonnie curls that cluster around your darling’s brow, The ruthless hand of sorrow may render white as snow. Ah! then the recollection of a mother’s tender care May smooth life’s rugged pathway—may save from many a snare; And the hush of even, as in the days of yore, ' j In fond imagination they’ll feel your kiss once more. ’Twill cool the burning forehead, ’twill raise their thoughts to God, When the loving lips that gave it are cold beneath the sod; The hardest heart will soften—ths tear dimm’d eye grow bright At childhood’s happy memories, and a mother’s sweet “good night.” -—Farm and Fireside. THE LADY’S SLIPPER. BY »UW. D. OKNE. , (Continued from last Week,) “I should not wonder*” said Mr. Floyd, “if she does not bear it better than either of us. Like the rook srpi'ten by the rod of the prophet, the wealth of many a woman’s heart, gushes forth most freely heneaUi the stroke of adversity. Believe me, Charles, Grace has many sterling qualities, which, as yet. you have dreamed not of.” While his thoughts thus fondly, and proudly turned to bis daughter the color came back to his cheeks, and his eyes were lit up with anima tion. I “The sooner she knows what lias happened, the better, I suppose,’’ said Percy taking his hat.: “Will you go with me, sir?” They proceeded to the house to gether. They paused at the threshold, for harp notes, which yielded to a light and skilful touch; mingled with a rich liquid voice from an inner apartment. Tears started to Percy’s eyes, as lie said in a low whisper, *How can I turn her song of joy into mourn ing?” “It will not do to linger here. ’ said Mr. Floyd, and taking i>im by the arm, he drew him towards the room Grace rose at their entrance, her face beaming with one of her own bright smiles. Percy grasped her hand convulsively,' and the blood for sook his lips, ou are 111, unarms. saia sue turning pale herself. “Do tell me what the matter is?” j , “I cannot—do you”'—and he looked imploringly toward Mr. Floyd. A few words sufficed to make his daughter comprehend what bad hap pened. “I am jglad it is nothing worse,” sa|d she palmly. “1 feared—1 can hardly tell what 1 feared—but your appearance, Charles, greatly shocked me,” j _ -‘But you have not one tear to give to our fallen fortunes?’ said Percy with a brightened countenance ’•Not now,” she replied, “I know not why, but all this does not make me feel half as miserable as I should imagine it would, or, per (taps, it ought.” ■ A ■ - ■' _ rfsfeeat. V 1 -A. #1 Ifa®-, TELL BOTH SIDES, AND TAKE THE CONSEQUENCES. YOL. 1. FRANKXINTON, N. C, FRIDAY DEC. S, 1887. NO. SO. “Thank heaven,” said Percy, fer vently, “the load is removed that was besriDg down my energies and crush ing me to the dust. And now sing *us one of your favorite airs, and we will leave, for I find that you not only need no comfort yourself, but that you are fully equal to the task of comforting others.” It was apparent to her, that their mode of life roust be thoroughly and immediately changed, and when they were about to withdraw, she was on the point of observing to her husband, that with the concurrence, she would dismiss the female servants that very afternoon, but upon second thought, as she felt almost sure that he would insist on retaining a part, she thought it best to make no allusion to the subject. Fortunately, the last divi dend received from the bank, re mained untouched. Having requested their attendance id the parlor, she explained to them the necessity of the parting with them, paid their wages, and give each a recommenda tion, which was well merited. As good servants are scarce, all in the course of the ensuing day, had pro vided themselves with places, except one. This was a girl of fourteen, and when, after tea, the others dis persed to their different situations, that they might be ready to enter upon their new duties in the morn ing, she sought her mistress. “Margaret,” sail Grace, “why are you not away with the rest?” “I had rather remain, if you please,” replied the girl. “Are you unable to find a place that pleases you?” “I have not tried to find one.” “That is wrong. As 1 told you yesterday, I have no longer the means of paying you.” “1 don’t wish for any pay. All I ask, is to be permitted to remain with you. and I will do all that I can to assist you.” This evidence of the girl’s attach ment touched one of those tender chords which had refused to thrill beneath the stern touch of misfortune, and when she had withdrawn, a few tears, which had more of joy than grief in them, gushed from her eyes. Percy retired that night with feel ings which were by no means eu viable. Thoughts of all his mother had said to him, relative to the do mestic education of a wife, obtruded themselves upon his mind. Heconld not even hope that Grace had any theoretical, much less practical knowl edge of the household tasks, on which, in the morning, she would be obliged to attempt to enter. His only comfort was, that she, herself did not appear to shrink from the prospect before her, but had froui tbc first, maintained a uniform cheerful ness of spirit. It was long before he fell asleed, and when he did, the dis comforts of an i'l-arranged table, of muddy coffee, heavy, half-baked bread, frith other articles to compare, formed the staple of bis. dreams. When he rose, instead of remaining in the house, as was his custom, to read the morning papers while break fast wos preparing, be hastened to his mother’s to see if Harriet would come and assist his wife. ‘•Why, she left town day before yesterday,” replied his mother, in an* swer to his question. “She has gone to spend a few days with her friend, Lucy Waylahd. Hepsy, too, has taken the opportunity of her absence, to visit her mother, so that I have no one except Kathleen, the Irish girl, who,' as yet, knows nothing about cookery.’ Percy felt very miserable as he bent his steps homeward. Not that be cased for once to sit down to an ill-cooked meal, but he knew Grace was ambitious and sensitive, and dreaded to witness her mortification. “1 have just been looking out, to see if you were coming,” said she with a smile. “It is seven o’clock, and breakfast is ready,” wSmsm .. “Why, who learnt you to make coffee?” said he with surprise, as he received a cup of the clear, fragrant beverage, from her hand. “A«Bt Persis,” she quietly re plied. “And did she learn you to make biscuit too?” he inquired, breaking one used. “Why, this is not only as white, but as light as a handful of snow-flakes.” • Yes, t am indebted to Aunt Per sia for the art of making coffee, bread, cooking a steak, together with seve ral other important matters, apper taining to house-keeping, but the credit of preparing this breakfast does not belong to me. I found Margaret an able and willing assist ant.” It was one of the proudest mo ments of Percy’s life when, hearing footsteps, he looked round and be held his mother. “Grace is Worthy to be your daugh ter.” said he, directing her attention to the breakfast table, and we shall be most happy to share with you the meal which, I doubt not, j7ou came with the benevolent intention to help to prepare.” Mrs. Percy; made no reply, but be fore seating herself at the table, she took her daughter-in-law’s band with a look that was sufficiently expres sive. In a little more than a week, Percy having disposed of his house in the city, hired a neat cottage a few miles distant. A plot of ground in front, which was enclosed by a sim ple pailing, was clothed with a thick, soft verdure, amid which nestled vio lets and other wild flowers, that some former occupant, with a just taste nan transplanted from their native solit .des. A sweet briar, which reached quite to tue eaves, shaded one of the parlor windows, and a veteran lilac-bush, which -lent its support io a honeysuckle, formed a ieaiy curtain lor another. As Grace anc' Harriet were ar ranging the simple furniture of a small apartment, which the former had named her boudoir, Percy en tered, and placed upon the table a rose-wood box. -What a pretty box,” said Grace. "I don’t remember of ever seeing it before.” “Lift the lid,” said Percy. She obeyed* and beheld a little black slipper. “"Why, this looks like the very one I lost,” said she. It is undoubtedly the same,” he replied, “and 1 found it some weeks before l found you.” “Do tell me, Grace,” said Harriet, “how you came to meet with so odd an accident ad to lose your shoe.” “Why, there happened to be a sud den shower one day. when I was ab sent from home, and Aunt Persia sent the carriage and a pair of thick shoes. The slipper, which, with its mate, I roiled in a handkerchief, happeued to slip out during its pas sage from my friend's house to the carriage.” “And Charles, who destined to be its finder,” said Harriet, “was so taken with its beauty, slightly alter ing the old-fashioned game of ‘bunt the slipper,’ his chief amusement was to hunt the slipper till his etforts were successful.” / “I hope he will never have cause to regret his success,” replied Grace, “for 1 am sure I shall not.” “Do not regret the exchange you have been obliged to make?” said Percy. ‘Not in the least. I already like our country cottage better then 1 did our city palace.” “There is one thing I wish you could have retained.” said Harriet. “And what is that?’ “Your harp.” The words had only escaped from her lips, wiien the voice of Aunt Per sia was beard. “Wait a minute,” she was heard to say, “and I will see where the mis* tress of the house will - ke to have it placed.” Grace ran to welcome her. “I was determined on one thing/ said her aunt^“and that was, that you should have your harp to cheer you in your soliitude, so I privately em ployed Mr. Robinson to bid it off for * • “How very generous and consider ate.” said Grace. “Now I have all 1 want. The music of the harp indeed will be delightful these still summer evenings.” Percy soon recommenced business with a good prospect of success. His being obliged, on account of the dist ance, to dine in the city, makes the time spent at home doubly delight ful. The evenings, particularly, which are usually passed in bis wife’s boudoir, often listening to one of her songs, and sometimes singing with her a favorite duet, with the moon beams looking lovingly through the luxuriant foliage of a vine which drapes the window, are so ful of quiet happiness, that neither of them would willingly exchange them for those they were formerly in the habit of spending amid the. brilliant cir cles of fashionable life. Mr. Floid, whose health and mind are stiilas vigorous as when he com meuGad life without a dollar, although his sister Persis thinks her annuity amply sufficient for the comfortable maintenance of both, has now a fair pretence for again engnging in busi ness. He is, he says, altogether happier than when he had invested ids money in bank stock, ne had nothing to do, for, line Charles Lamb, he found no work worse than over work. Wife Beating. The Dnrham Recorder says: Too many cases of wife Dealing, in the Magistrate’s Courts were directly traceable to poisoned liquor. The defendants, in every case, said: “Judge,, I love my family, but I was drunK ” Judge Shepherd seems to have worked up the blockade distil* lers, iu his chargd to the Grand Juries. Whether he can succeed in breaking up the moonshiners in using concentrated lye in distilling, we do not kuuw, but one thing is certain he has unmasked the villainy o! the blockade stills. The past summer an old blockade stiller got religiou, and joined the Baptist church, We say be got re ligion lor he quit his meanness. He gives us the following description of adulteration of the biockaders. The concentrated lye is bought by the case, and is empties into the still at botu runs; alt the buckeye and elder that can be bad is put in also. Then the cap of the still is filled with the strongest tobacco that can be had; and through this _the distillation passes We have the same informa tion fi om several other parties. If a man wouldn’t beat his wife after drinking tins decoction he is invul nerable. Concentrated lye, buckeye, elder,strong tobacco! Ugh, what a drink.—Spirit of the Age. A Cure for Typhoid Foyer, - '\ Mr. John R. Cox, a citizen of Bal timore, publishes tbe following com munication in tbe Baltimore Ameri can of that city: 1 “Some time since a gentleman in formed me that be knew of several persons wbo had been cured of typhoid fever by tbe application of J mashed raw onions to the feet- Two patients were so ill that they were not expected to live over ^a few bouts. Six large onions were pounded to pulp and applied to tbe feet of tbe patient. Ue was r lieved in a short time and got well. Tbe second case was a few weeks later and the result \ equally satisfactory. The first op portnnity I heard Iiried it upon a co! ojed boy during one of my visits to the house of reformation for colored children. He was very ill with ty phoid fever. ] named the matter to Gen. Horn, who immediately ordered the application. In a few hours be was asleep, rested well and recovered. Jenkin's Long Fast. The fasting Englishman, E. P. Jenains, who lodges with Mr. and Mrs. Thomasj^MeCalferty,, at tne southeast corner of Twenty-first and Bainbridge streets, .whose history and strange ideas were published,, in the Tima, is still keeping op his re ligious fast. He^appears to be in perfect health, and speaks in a calm and pleasant manner, “i never felt better than I do now,” he said; •*! feel as if I could fast forever. I don’t at all agree with what that doc lorsaid about me. I will^not sink or go into^a stupor. I am strong enough to make the whole circuit .of your city, as I intend to do when I begin to accomplish my mission after the 19th of this month. I know how it is tto be done—by action, not by talk or preaching; for in the glare of day I will be dumb, but at eveutide I will‘again be able to speak. Al though iny^mbsinn will soon termi nate here, yet I do uot iuteud to leave America until all tbinge are ac complished iu this country : then 1 will go to Australia. “1 was a member of the sect of Bible Christians when I lived iu England, but I separated from them long before 1 left England It is written, “Out of Zion shall come a deliverer, and l had to be in Zion (the church) before I could come^out While l was yet a farmer I met the Lord, but I afterwards went into the cattle business.’before I camcjio this country. I came to this city and settled with these kind friends in order to be in a quiet place. There will not be a mute left in America when 1 have finished my work. All my work will be done in a way known’ but not to be told. I will traverse the, whole eity.”-— Philadelphia Times, 13ht. A Prolific Family. A remarkable group of ladies are Mrs. Norman Taylor, of Norbome, and her three married daughters. Mrs. Taylor has herself twice given birth to twins, a boy and a girl, on each occasion. One of the daugh ters, Mrs. Preston S. Pounds, of Norborne, mairied in 1874, is the mother of eight children, three of whom were delivered at a birth. These triplets, two girls and a boy, are now eight years old, and are as healthy, strong and bright as any pa rent could wish their children to be. At birth the boy weighed eight pounds and the girls seven and six pounds respectively. Mrs. Pounds is thirty-three years old, six feet in height, and weighs 170 pounds. Her husband is three years older, five feet iu height, and tips the beam at only .130 pounds. Mrs. Pound's sis ter, Mrs. Henry Shafer is the mother of a pair of hearty girl twins, now nine years old, and the third sistert, Mrs. Robert Turner, of Stafford county, Kan., has a son and a daughter born on the same day, who are now eight years old and may live to 100, so far as perfect health and physical sound ness are concerned —St. Louis Re publican. - --- Mrs. Napoleon—“I hear so much about liquidation in Wall street, nay dear. Wbat does that mean?” Mr. Napoleon (who is a Wall street nan i himself and k no tvs wh«t he is talking i about)—“Well, in times gone by (sighing) it meant champagne; now i it means beer.**—Texas Siftings. RATES OF ADVERTISING. . 1 SQURFC 1 tllQCf.. Mk <tn Mb<*i«*§liOO ** * 1 month,......:.. 2.00 2 monthsi,^................. 4.00 6 months,...• 6.00 12 mouths, ..-10.00 II Contracts for larger spaces can be made at greatly reduced rates by applying to the Soliciting Ageut, Local notices to regular advertisers oue cent a .ord, Tp those not regular advertisers'ten cents a line •STSend for sample copies. The Old Bartender’s Lament. One of the old-time mixers telle me that it is hts opinion that prohi tlon is slowly but certainly getting if s grip on the country. “I can tell it,” be said, “in the falling off of , morning cocktails. It D8ed to take three men behind the bar to wait on early customers, and now]it takes but one. Then I have noticed that drinkers on the average pour out less than they did formerly. Lord bless you, I am one of the ancients in the business. 1 have tended bar in uearly every first-class hotel iu the country, and used to run on the lower Mississippi river. The drinks I have seen men pour out wouid stagger me in my best days, and I have been a pretty good drinker in my time. They used to take it straight in my early days. It is sel dom now that you hear a man call for whiskey s'might. It is some thing on the side, or a little sugar and water. 1 have noticed this ten dency to kind o’ weaken liquor for, a long time, and'I think asghow prohi bition is ^getting in its work, I am sorry, as an old mixer, to say this, for I have always been one of the kind as thought it was a sin to water whiskey or put sugar in it. A ought to take it straight or^ leave Jt alone,”—Chicugo Herald. The Court Adjourned. A witness was being examined be* fore a Dakota justice of the peace, and in tbe course of bis testimony mentioned having said to tbe prisoner at one time tbat be bad a horse be wanted to trace. “Hey?” said tbe prosecating attor ney, who was conducting the exami nation; “was it that sor’l one of yours?’ “Yes.” “Want to trade yet?’ “Dont care if I do—what you got?’ “He hasn’t anything that you want,” put in tbe attorney for the defence; “if yon want to trade I can give you a mighty good show with my bay mare.” “Order in tbe court roared tbe justice, waking up at this point. “What was tbe last testimony you gave?’ *' “I said I once met the prisoner and said to him: ’Bill, I’d like to trade you tbat sor’i mare o’ mine-’” “Hold on a minute,” sakl tbe jus tice, “you don’t want to trade your sor’l yet, I s’pose?’ “I might if I got a good chance.” “Say,” continued tbe court, “if you meao business 1 can give you jest the slickest swap for that buck skin boss of mine, an’ ’bout $10 to boot, that you ever seen T This court as adjourned for one hour—come down to tbe barn and look my hoes over.—Dakota Bell. Economy, Smith—“Have you read the book entitled “Tea Dollars Enough!” Jenkins--**! have.” Smith—“Don’t you think the an* ther has stre cbed a point in pro* claiming that a family can be kept a week for that amount!” Jenkins—“Quite the contrary. I knew a man once who was kept six months for ten doliars.” Smith—“You did!” JenKins—Yos! be stole the money and was kept for half a year In the county jail.”—Bottom Budget. . — ■ • - : Not on an Empty Stomach. Anxious Arkansaw mother—“Tom* my, is that a green persimmon you are eatin!" “Yes, maw.” “Don't yon know if ain't healthy to eat green persimmons on an empty stomach!” ■■■*«*■»■ *1 ain’t eatin this green persimmon on a empty stomach. I ate a peck of'em before I tackled this one.”

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