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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.”
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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,
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.”