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S T) S A Til Q Wholesale and Retail Dealer in aty ail Fancy Groceries. t Keeps constantly on hand a full 01 FAMILY GROCERIES AND "eluding Oats, Bran. Hay, ShipstufT, Lorn, Meal, Flour, Meat, I Suar, Coffee, Molasses,etc. I? ee me before buying. I. S. I). SAULS, Goldsboro, NC. o You Need Machinery? I L! ;ea write to "Dixie" and voi i11 will be published free. krt IU l)urohase f any of our r ls,rs, and will so inform w, ad- fa WILL MAKE YOU A PRESENT I Wription to "Dixie." mn THE "DIXIE" CO., Atlanta, Ga. IN ABSENCE. My love is far away from me to night. Oh spirits of sweet peace, kind destinies. Watch over her, and breathe upon her Keep near to her in every hurt's despite. That no rude care or noisome dream affright. Fo let her rest, so let her sink to sleep. As little clou is that breast the sunsot steep Merge and melt out into the golden light My love is far awaj', and I am grown A very child. oppressed with formless glooms. Some shadowy sadness with a name un known Haunts the chill twilight, and these silent rooms Seem with vague fears and dim regrets astir, . Lonesome- and strange and empty without her. Archibald Lampman, in Scribncr. PEG. It was not a "pitch dark" night, though there was neither moon nor star-'. The road lay white and glim mering, as ro.vls will lie even on such nights. Perhaps the moon was some where behind the clouds. Peg, the toll-keeper at the gate, had often seen the pike appear just so; and so had Jim Wagner, plodding alon the road . One might keep safely along, or might instead, by accident or a sudden tightening of the rein, turn square down the Silver Thread, thinking it was the pike especially if one were dreaming. But Jim had passed the Silver Thread safely. In soothing tones he was be seeching Black Fan to "go it keerful and not to clank her hoofs, as ef she couldn't make enough noise. For answer, Black Fan in a senselcs3 and provoking manner clanked her hoofs louder than before, and lifted her head and whinnied. There was no light in the toll-house nor sound ol life about the place; every thing was quiet and dark as it should bo at almost twelve o'clock at night. Bat as Black Fan clanked her hoofs almost in front of the little porch, the door of the house flew open and Peg came out to take the toll. It was the rule rf the pike that, after nine o'clock at night, the gate could be left untended, or the keeper, if she choose, might keep for herself the few copper3 that came. "I b'lieve she'd set up watch iu' for a feller till mcrnin'," grumbled Jim, as Black Fan rattled on toward home. "She's the stingiest woman in these parts." Bill Walsh, Peg's husband, had his blacksmith shop close by the toll-gate. If, ten years before, he had not gone to the Eastern Shore aud brought back the chills an 1 fever, he would have got on. well enough. But the chills and fever and the blacksmith trade were never meaut to go together. "He'll set an 1 shake day after day, mebbe for weeks at a time, and then not be over it," said JoshBernet, explaining this curious disease to a neighbor; "an' his face about the color of them there as'ies." There were four children at the toll house. One was a little girl who had a way of leaning out at the garret window and shaking her fist at people who, she im agined, were planning to keep her mother waiting after dark. S'.ic was such a very pretty little girl that people only laughed when they saw her shaking her fist. There were the two boys wbo went to school whenever they were sent; and then the bad little boy who generally sat on the porch in tine weather, wearing his Sunday shoes every day. He was his mother's pet. None of Peg's children were sent to school regularly. They weut when, their clothes were new; aud when these gar ments were old, faded and patched, the childien stayed at home. For Peg was proud. Her neighbors were aware of it, and shunned her ac cordingly. Poverty was, in their minds, something sent by the Lord, and noth ing to be ashamed of. Sickness was a trial sent from heaven; but pride was a crime which they could not forgive. Peg did not love her neighbors any more than they loved her. Perhaps there was a little jealousy intermixed with the feeling she bore them. Most of them were not nearly so poor as she. Some were farmers, with well-cultivated acres. There were Mr. Jones, the drov er, aud Mr. Ed Coon, who had set up a rival blacksmith shop on the other side of the creek, and got pleuty of work. "Ef Bill waru't sickly, we might hev a house like his'n," Peg had often thought, as she sat alone in the dark with a bitter feeling creeping about her heart. If Peg had sent the children to school iu old clothes as well as new; if she had allowed Bill to buy on credit just a bit down at the store, to show he could be trusted; if she had sometimes let people slip through the gate in the evening without paving the coppers that made the pike no richer; and above all, if it hadn't been reported that she'd said, "if her or any o1 hern was sick, she didn't want 'am to come with their custards and their gelatine," things might hive been differ ent. When Bill found her, during his oth erwise unhappy sojourn on the Eastern Shore, he sav, under 1m;- tiUed-back sunbonnet, the biggest of black eyes, the reddest of cheek3, and the daintiest of dark brown curls. Bill had br.iggel about "un our way" until it hid seemed to her imagination a paradise; and she had come back with him, his wife. But "up our way" Bill had see:i her harden until the black eyes had no laughter in them; had seen the red cheeks deeper dyed with auger and in dignation and jealousy; had seen her grow into a sharp, quick, grasping little woman, whom the Turnpike Company was glad to have at the toll-gate. "Ef Bill warn't sickly, we might buy yonder corner of John Lawrence's field, aud build a home with red trimmin's," ran Peg's thoughts again. "I reckon like as not some other body'll be along and snap it up before our ryes, and Bill not a-keerin a pin. Ef them Browns buys the lot and puts up their fanr:y buildiu's on 't, I'm a-goin1 to leave. Th-e vhop won't be much trouble for to earry away." Then she started up and said "Oh!" and clasped her hands together and laughed, as she might have done when she was down on the "Easte'n Sho'." She tiptoed softly out through the nar row passageway and up the steep little steps to where the bad little boy lay asleep in his Sunday shoes; for he would not take them off for all his mother's begging. She knelt beside him, aud began to un tie the strings. She had forgotten that she felt "sick aud tired and most worn out." Her black eye3 were laughing still, as she stooped over aud kissed her pet. But when she kissed him, the laugh ter died out of her eyes, and there came an anxious look instead. She put her little, hard brown hand on his forehead, and then on his cheek, and then oa his chubby wrist; and as she listened to the irregular breathing, John Wynu drove past, and wriggled with delight to think that he had cheated the toll for the second time. The drivers were not kept waiting the next day. Dan Toomey's fast marc was obliged to pause an instant. John Wynu tried it again, was trapped ; but Peg's pet did not sit on the doorstep that sunny Tuesday and swing his Sabbath-shod feet as if there were nothing in the world so fine. "Has Walsh's children stooped a-"oiu' to school altogether?" inquired Mrs. Coon, as Mary and Belle came bouncing in with their satchels. "Some 'n's sick, I s'pose," said Belle! "I seen the doctor's horse tied to the tree a pawin1 like he'd been there a long time." " 'Hum ! Now I wonder if cuitards and gelatines wouldn't come into account!" said the rival blacksmith's wife, with a shrug of her shoulders. "They's sick at the toll-gate." The news spread swiftly. "Down with the measels or somethin'." Very soon the word came, "They's down with the scar let fever!" Then Mrs. Coon forgot and forgave, and sent Mary over with a dish of jelly, covered with her finest napkin; but the napkin and the dish both returned with Mary, and the jelly, too. A little white coffin was carried out from the toll-houe one day, and old Mrs. Lisle fell to crying and sobbing as the burden was carried past the store. "An1, -jeyerso much as a cracker," she moaned, "an' no milk nor nothin'!" "The proudest woman in these parts," cried Josh Bernct, thrusting his hands deep into his trouser's pockets, anil ve hemently pacing the iloor. "By George!" exclaimed Colonel Green, puffing and blowing. "Bill Walsh is down himself; taken in the night, and raving like a loou. I say something must be done." There was a light in the toll house rvjw; it seemed as if it had been there a long time a steady, mellow light, that fell across the road and lost itself in the grassy field. But the door flew open as usual when WH1 Smith's wagon drove up, and Peg came out for the toll. Thinking of the unhappiness and pov erty within, AVill timidly held out a sil ver quarter. "Three cents." said Peg, sharply, and handed him back the change. The humming-birds whizzed away sud denly from the great clustering honey suckle at the end of Col. Green's front porch. They had dipped their bills un disturbed into the sweetness of its honey, though the Colonel's voice came big and blustering out through the open sitting room window. But this disturbance was more than a voice; it was a girl who came rushing to the bench under the vino aud threw her arms on the railing, with her head iu her arms, and began to weep. First she sobbed vehemently, as if she had been keeping back the tears and could do so no longer. Then she wept more softly, aud at last stopped alto gether, und fell to wondering a little in dignantly why her grandfather and the rest of the people did not stop talking and set towrork to do something instead. "If I were only a man," said Hetty Green, hopelessly, "I should think of some way." She pressed her face deeper among he fresh leaves and sighed, thinking. Then she began to wonder what she would think of if she really were a man. As she puzzled her brain she stood so silently that the birds came whizzing " about again, oaly to be started off ou another tour as she jumped up and ran back into the house. If they had remained aud peeped in at the window, they might have seen Hetty performing an ecstatic dance across the sitting-room floor to where the worn-out Colonel rested in his leather chair. They might have seen her fling herself upon the arm, and whisper in the Colonel's ear exactly what he and all the other people must go and do. But the birds must have been sorely puzzled, for why should a whisper from a girl who was always whispering make such an impression upon a gray-haired, sensible man like the Colonel? lie did not wait until she was done whispering before he was tapping his feet on the floor aud nodding his head, and exclaiming, "By George!'1 in ap proval. Whether or not she was really done they could not have known, for the Colonel suddenly put on his hat and left the room. All around tbe country for miles and miles drove Hetty's grandfather, the Colonel, pausing for an instaut at every house on the way, rushing iu and out of Dilltoa's livery stable, and exclaiming and gesticulating to every man ne met. When Colonel Green reached home that night he wa3 ready for be 1; but he did not go to it. He ate his sunper in i desperate hurry, and ordered out his tired horse. John Wagner and Will Smith did an outrageous thing. Bill Walsh, as every body knew, was down with the scarlet fever, and three children lying ill in the next room; but these two young fellows drove through without paying, right under Peg's nose. She did not call angrily at them, as she would have done a week before. She turned about in the doorway and put her hands over her face. Some one upstairs tossed and moaned, and a child's voice screamed for water. She let her hands fall, and ran up a3 fast as she could. Tiie beautiful day had been good to her sick ones, but what had it brought to her? What had the doctor been say ing? That the invalids positively must have beef tea and chickens, grap3s and orauges. Peg clenched her littlo hard fists aud pressed her lips tightly together. Beef tea and chickens, grapes and oranges! It wa3 not that they ought to have these things not that it would be well for them to have them, but that they must have them. "They mast, they must, they must," said poor Peg, under her breath. She went to the window and glance l quickly down the road in the gathering dusk. No one was coming, but to Peg's ex cited fancy there was some one hurrying along, this way and that way, up and down and around. It was the beauty of Peach Blow that little village down on the Eastern Shore begging, "up our way." Not for brekd; that any one who is hungry may beg for; but for beef tea and chickens, C grapes and oranges ! A singular sick and giddy feeling came over her. She knew she must do this. God had punished her sin of pride, surely. "I irust, I must !" muttered Peg. Then she darted down the stairs, quick as a flash, and stool at the gate waiting for her own and the Company's money. John Wagner cried out: "We're caught," and Wdl shouted: "Ban it fast!" but it was no use. Peg took the money hers and the Co.npauy's. The old clock inside the door struck nine. What was that do-vn the dim roadway? Another buggy. She stood and waited for her money this time. Why, there was a double team com ing, and another! Was there a party somewhere? She had not heird. One after another carrages caaii pour ing iu, the one-horse wagons, two-horse wagons, six-hor.se teams and eight-hone teams; there were little limping ponies, whose trotting day had long been over, and carts ami sulkies and horsemen, and mules, donkeys and goats. Pe dropped her money from her hand to her apron, and stood then holding it up. The lamps from a livery stable carriage threw ther liiiht upon her lace, showing the great, wo.rleriug black eyes and the kinks of the br.vvu hair. Some laughed softly as they jingled the toll into the apron; some reproached her for sitting up s late to catch a party ; some declared vehemently that they weren't going to pay at this time in the night, but they paid just the same. One voice an old man's near the end of the cavalcade cried out triumphantly, "By George!1 and the last of the train passed through. "Did you catch Jeui Peg?" Thin and weak came the voice from the bed, with just a tremor of humor iu it. Peg looked at him. She could see that he was much better. Peg held open her apron so that he might see that it was full. Then she went down on her knees beside the bed. "They done it a-purpose, Bill!" she said, and could say no more. Yuullt Companion. Three Miles Underground. Colonel Ilufus Hepthcronc is a promi nent ranchman of Martin County, Texas, and wTas recently the hero of an adventure rivaling the extravaganzas of Jules Verne and Haggard, but which is vouched for by several other well-known reliable gentlemen. Colonel Heptherone in com pany with three, was endeavoring to ford a small stream of the clas3 known as lost rivers, as it loses itself in the earth after a run of a few miles. This streim, which is known as Pilgrim's Friend, is very rapid, running downward with great speed, and is at all times considerel dangerous to cross, but being in haste Heptherone and his party resolved to try it. The former gentleman led the way, and had only proceeded a few feet when his horso was caught iu the current and borne away before the others could lend any assistance. Heptherone soon lost his hold on the animal, and gave himself up for lost on approaching the sinkhole, through which the stream lose3 itself. He made an attempt to catch at the eartli as he went under, but, carried by the powerful suction, vanished with the stream. He became unconscious at this point, and knew no more until he found himself in the hands of a couple of negroes, who were endeavoring to restore him to consciousness. These stated that they had been fishing in a small lake kn jwn as Johnson's pond, when they saw the body of a man rise suddenly to the surface of the water, and, putting out iu their boat, rescued the Colonel, whom it proved to be, though nearly capsized by the volume of water that seemed to burst at this point from the bottom of the pond. The spot where the Pilgrim's Friend lose3 itself i3 over three miles from the lake, with which it has no visible connection, and there ca i scarcely Ik: a doubt of Colonel Heptherone having male this incredible journey underground and in the space of a few minute ?. Philadelphia Times. Russia is now rapidly constructing the ! longest railway in the world. It is 47S ' mile3 long, nearly twice the length of the ! Canadian Pacific, and runs from Miask, j on the eastern side of the Ural range, to Vladdivostok, on the Sea of Japan. This road will make England's po3ition in India very insecure. A Snake With Two Tails and No Head. "Talking about snake stories," re marked Mr. W. F. Do.vden, "reminds me of a curiouj thiug I once saw done in Dixie. Marmaduke's column of Confed erates were marching through the pines away down in Arkansas one morning hunting for a locality where grub was. not so distressingly scarce as it had be-' come where we were camped. The Gen eral and his ecort were riding at the head of the column. Looking down in the roa l I saw a peculiarly shape I snake and at a second glance I remarked : General, here is a snake with two tails, amino head." General Marmaduke and several members of his staff stopped their horses to get a better view of his snake ship. Upon close examination it va seen that what appeared to be one snake was really parts of two. That they were about the same size and one had partially swallowed the other had swallowed it too far to disgorge before discovering that it was a physical impossibility to swallow it entirely. "This is a true story," continued Mr. Dowden, "and I often think of the peculiar appearance of the thing.' Mt .shall (.Vo.) Ikinorrai Xecs. Pearl Fishing in Lower California. One of the largest pearl fishing grounds iu the world is in the Gulf of California. "The pearls," says i cor respondent, "are not generally regular in shape or very pure in color, but some are of large size, and many of the rare black pearls aro iound. The divers are nearly all Indians and their equipment is of the simplest kind, consisting only of a basket hung around the neck, iu which to collect the oysters, a knife to detach them from the rocks and a stone with a cord attached. AVhen a diver goes down he takes the cord between his toes, the weight of the stone carrying him at onco to the bottom. He gathers oysters as long as his breath holds out, and then, rises to the surface, to descend again ia fifteen minutes. Some of the divers are wonderfully expert, and can remain un der water for as much as two minutes before rising to the surlace. The mor tality among them is fearful, for the Gulf of California Is infested with huge man-eating sharks, who carry off scores of mec every year." An Odd Cat. A mother cat belonging to Station Agent Simpson's household gave birth to a litter of kittens a lew weeks ago among which is one that looks and acts like a rabbit. It has no tail and its hind legs and feet are precisely like those of a rabbit. It does not, walk or ciawl like a rabbit, resting with the hind feet and legs to the joint on the ground like a rabbit. It also shows a partiality for vegetable food and nibbles clover and grass when offered it. It is a decided curiosity and the cause of this remark able freak of nature is a question for scientists to solve. Two or three years a'go this same mother cat adopted two young rabbits which were given her while she was nursing a litter of kittens, and she exhibited a special fondness and af fection for them. An account of thia was given in the Tribune at the time. Could this fact in any manner lead to a solution of the present problem? Line xillt (Jove a) Tribune. A Tawrence (Ivan.) clrug store windowi is ornamented with two native leeches, : which measure a foot each in length,' and have, combined, a blood capacity of one gallon. Willis! Absolutely Pure. A rifim of tartar baking powder. Highest of all in leavening strength.. , itet II .S. Government Food Report. ' 1