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THE HEADLIGHT
HERE SHALL
THE SHADOW AT THE FIRESIDE.
There's a shadow at the fireside when the
sunset colors creep
And crinkle into waves of gold along the
"western steep;"'
The huge Lack-log is blazing, and before its
ruddy glow
Sits Grandpa in the great oak chair, slow
rocking to and fro.
Though his hair is whita and scanty, still
his face with pleasure glows.
His old bowed silver spectacles are aslant
upon his nose,
And by bis ample handkerchief, with check
ered lines all through,
I read his whole life's story or, at least I
think I do.
There's a flint-lock of "ya olden time," a
sword of shining steel
Mute witnesses, but eloquent, of the way he
used to teel,
And from a hook depending is a bugle,
burnished bright,
That spoke- the magic "Forward!'' in the
thickest of the fight.
His voice is low au 1 gentle now Lut then it
rang along
And held the "right wing" motionless in.
courage doubly strong,
IIi words and dee 3s united were by faith in
FreaJom's cause;
He spoke and fought for conscience sake
and not for men's applause.
Then, too, the deep sea's treasures on the
kitchen's walls are hung;
A wondrous shell, within whoss ear the far
Pacific sung;
An antler's brancli-li'e coral; u sponge of
rarest hue
All speak of dear, old Grandpa and what ha
used to do.
Now, his face is quita a stilly of the liu3-on-
gravers art;
A portrait of "old age" is he right well ho
looks the part;
And, thougli his sight is failing, there is
something in his look
Of a sweetness wisa and holy a reflection
from the book.
I lie upon the settle and witch thes;ared,
old face,
Whose wrinkles and whosa crows-feet are
but the signs of grace.
1 see with tears, through laughter, tho gro
tesque shadows go
Of Grandpa and the great oak chair; slow
rocking to and fro.
Philadelphia Ledger.
EUTH'S FEIGHT.
It was the fifth day of November
"Guy Fawke Day" in the old almanac
that hung above the mantel in my ma
ternal grandmother's long disused room
upstairs. In this northern home to
which we had recently removed, falling
heirs to it through that very ancestress'
will, the dwellers regarded November
rather as a winter than au autumn
month, and to-day the wind howled and
the rain pattered with a persistence mar
vellous to behold.
And, as it happened, I was ail alone
in the housj. Father had gone to take
his russet apples to market the apples
that I myself had helps I to harvest and
pack in the barrel and was not ex
pected home until to-morrow night at
the earliest. Jack, rav brother, was in
Montreal, fitting up the law office
which was henceforward to be his abode.
Joan, our hard-featured, cross-grained
old servant, had iroue home with the I
"rheumatics," as she termed it, to be
treated by a certain ancient Indiau herb
doctor; and just at dust-fall Peter, oui
"useful man," had thrust his shock head
unceremoniously in at the door.
"I say, Miss Ruth," he had said,
"there's plenty of wood, and every
thing's all snug for the night, and I'm
going over to Stephenson's. They're in
trouble there."
"Trouble, Peter? What kind ol
trouble? Is the old man sick?"
But in answer to my query Peter onlv
uttered an indistinct remark and wnt
out, slamming the door behind him.
I stood in front of the fire lcoking
down at the glowing embers, and pon
dering within myself. The Stephensons,
who lived in au old grey-stone house on
the other side of the precipitou? glen,
had always been a riddle to me. The
family was small, consisting only of a
crabbed old man, his portentously silent
wife, and two till, ungainly sons; and
what on earth they did with all the big,
echoing rooms, or how they contrived to
t
live, perched like eaglets on the side of
the rock, I could not form the least idea
"City boarders," Peter had once grunted
out in answer to my persistent interro
gations. But if they kept city boardeis,
why did they not leave these dreary
mountain fastnesses when the leaves fell
and the dismal autumn fogs gathered
above the cliffs? Altogether, there was
a certain atmosphere of mystery about
these "Stephenson?" that aroused all the
Eve like instincts of my nature.
While I still stood thinking, a soft
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GOLDSBOllQ, N. C, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 10,
tap sounded at the door. I opened it at
once, never once remembering that I was
"alone in the house.
"Ye never oughter'd do that, Mis3
Ruth," said the well known accents of
Mrs. Gludge, Farmer Gludge's buxom
wife.
"Do what, Mrs. Gludge?"
"Open the door after dark, when
you're aloue in the house, without askin'
who's there."
"How did you know I was alone in
the house?"
"I just met Peter goin' to Stephen
son's." "Oh!" said I. "But we don't have
tramps here, Mrs. Gludge."
"I'm not so certain o' that," said the
farmer's wife. "Your folks hain't lived
here as long as I have. We're just nigh
enough to the Canada line to have quser
characters prowlin about when ye least
expect "em. Ami then, there's Stephen
son's." "What of Stephenson's?" I cried
eagerly. "Who is Stephenson, anyway?
Do tell me, Mrs. Gludge."
"Well, 1 declare!" said Mrs. Gludge.
"Is it possible, now, that they hain't
told you?"
"They have told me nothing, said I.
"Well, it's likely they didn't want to
scare you or make you nervous," said
Mrs. Gludge. "But, all the same, I
think you'd oughter know."
"Mrs. Gludge," cried I, seizing her
arm, "what is it? Do tell me!"
"It's a private home," said Mrs.
Gludge, lowering her voice to a whisper,
is though the rain drops and tne rustling
ir boughs could overhear.
"A what?" I gasped.
"For people of feeble mind," ex
plained the woman, "and buries," tap
jiug her forehead, ai she spoke.
I stared at her.
"Then," cried I, "that's what Peter
neant when he said that that ''
"One of the poor creatures has some
low given 'em the slip," said Mrs.
Gludge "an English gentleman from
Montreal, as has only been there a few
lays. Nobody knows just how it hap
oened, but happen it did. My man's
:jone over with a lantern to help hunt
for him; so has Peter."
"He might have told me!" I cried in
dignantly. "Anyway, I don't thiuk he ought to
have left you here alone," said Mrs.
Gludge, severely.
"But you've come to stay with me,
Mrs. Gludge?"
"Bless your heart, Mis3 Ruth, no!
I'm on my way to carry a letter to Mr.
Romney's, up the road a very important
letter, with lin haste' writ on it." (For
in addition to her duties as a farmer's
wife, and mother of a large family of
little children, Mrs. Gludge helped her
husband in the care of the obscure little
country postorllce a mile down theroad.)
"And by the way I'd nearly forgot it
I've got a letter for you, too. That's
what brought mo here."
"For me," Mrs. Gludge?
Instinctively I put out ray hand to
rasp the treasure, while the woman
fumbled first in one and then in another
of her pockets.
'It's very strange," said she, "I
made sure I had it. I did have it when
I started away from home; but now I
remember. .lust at the foot of Gibb's
Cliff I took out ray handkercher to tie
around rav neck, the wind came ro keen
around the rocks, and 1 must a-pullect it
out with that, and everything too pitch
dark around me to see. Oh, Miss Ruth,
I'm so sorry ! Please don't report me,
there's a good young lady, or I shall
lose my place."
I swallowed do.vn a great lump of dis-
corafituie in my throat ami tried to
laugh.
"Report you, Mrs. Gludge?" said I.
"Of course not. It wasn't your fault.
If you hadn't kindly thought of me,
and started to bring it on your way to
Rnrrmrv's. von never would have lost
it."
"Aud quite true," said Mrs. Gludge,
ruefully, "but, all the same, I wish 1
h-idn'r. been so thoujhless. I'll send
the boys out to look for it just as "
"Oh, never, mind the letter," I inter
rupted, "I dare say it's only from Jack.
To-morrow morning will do very well
for that. But Mrs. Gludge you'll come
Kirk and stav with me till Peter gets
back? Jean is away you know, and '
"Yes, my dear, I'll do that," assented
the woman, evidently relieved, to be le
oil so easily on the score of the letter.
"And it won't be long first. It's only
short half mile to Romney's it the wind
didn't blow so like all possessed."
With a good-humored nod she disap
peared into the rain and darkness, and
I ran back to pile fresh logs on th
waning fire. Bank burglars, extradited
wanderers, a lunatic at large with all
these possibilities whirling in my brain
it not strange that I lighted a second
lamp in order effectually to banish all
lurking shadows from the angles of the
room, and started nervously when i
sudden blast of wind shook the window
shuttera as if with some imperious hand.
"I'll go up to the garret and bring
down some butter nuts," thought I. "It
will be fun to crack the butter-uuts aud
watch the shells blaze in the fire, and
Mrs. Gludge will like u drink of cider
when she comes back all wet and chill."
Cheered by this happy thought, 1
caught up a lamp and llew to the garrel
of the roomy old house where my father
had bestowed all the nutty treasures of
the autumu woods. Somehow PrisciHa,
the cat, ha'd got locked into the garret,
and I had to release her from durance
vile, and replace a box or two which sin
had knocked oil from the window sill,
before I came down, driving her catshir
before me, with the lamp in one hand
and an apronful of butternuts in tlu
other. Through the open keeping-room
door streamed a ray of luddy light into
the Cimmerian darkness of the hall. I
stopped abruptly. Surely 1 had closed
that door when I came out, renumbering
a certain trick it had of slamming to and
fro in windy weather like this. Aud at
the same time a curious consciousness of
some human presence near by crept over
me like au unseen magnetic current.
Nor was it a false premonition. As I
stretched my neck to peep cautiously
into the room I saw seated before the
fire a gentleman a youngish gentleman
pale, black-haired, and, as I thought,
rather unsettled of aspect. And a de
cidedly wet and mud-bespattere I gen
tleman, whose raiment steamed in the
ciorious blaze aud crackle of the pine
logs, as he sat there holding out his
hands to the genial warmth.
How had he gained an entrance? Had
I carelessly neglected to bolt the idg
door after Mrs. Gludge's departure? Ye3,
I must have done so and that wa3 a
proof of how utterly unfit I was to be
left by myself. For a second I stood
there quailing and quaking, my heart
thumping like a trip-hammer and a cold
sweat breaking out upon my forehead,
before I decided what to do.
I had never seen a bank burglar, to
be sure, but I waa pretty certain this
gentleman could not belong to that race.
And I did not think he acted like any
other scoundrel who was fleeing from
the rigors of the law. He must be the
English gentleman gone wrong in his
head, who had "escaped" from Stephenson's.
I was alone in the house with a ina-
mac. Ana at ine luea my ueau
more violently than ever, and the cold
drops grew colder oa my brow.
With a sudden instinct I decided that
there was nothing for it but flight. The
worst feature of the case was that I
could not scet out of the house (be it re
membered that Peter had taken away
the key of the back kitchen door in hi3
pocket) without passing directly through
the room where the escaped lunatic sat
baskiug before the fire. This, however,
must be faced ; there was no remedy for
it, and with one blind rush I precipitated
myself through the room, tumbling over
the cat and scattering a shower of but
ternuts as I went and darted headlong
through the door, with an involuntary
shriek that might have rent the ceiling,
if ceilings were rent in that way, except
in the pages of romance.
Directly into the arms of Tack, my
own brother Jack, who was coming in
from the vau with a light valise in one
hand and a dripping carriage robe in the
other.
"Hailoo!" bawled Jack, staggering
under the blow of my very unexpected
appearance. "Why what the Ideclan
if it isn't Ruth!"
"Oh, Jack! oh, Jack!" I screams J,
clutching at him like the drowning man
at the proverbial straw.
"Where are all the folks? Wnat
have you done with Carleton?" he de
manded. But I paid no heed to his in
terrogatories. "Come, Jack!" Icrd, "comequick
ly! The escaped lunatic! He's right
there in the kecpiog room! Oh, Jack,
I do hope you've got your revolver!"
"What?" roared Jack. "An escaped
lunatic? Where the deuce has he come
from? Has he hurt Carleton?"
He made a spring toward the keeping
room, in whose door stool the tall, pale
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man, straining his eyes one into tne
night.
"Where is he?" shouted Jack.
"Where's who?" said the escaped luna
tic, in a pleasant, slightly drawling
voice. "It wasn't a he. It was a she
And she cleared the floor in a single
bound, and Oh, lam sure I beg a thou
sand pardons" as he caught sight of
me. "But please, what is the matter?"
In a second ray mental vision became
as clear as crystal. I saw it all, and I
envied PrisciHa, the cat, because I could
not vanish un ler the china cupboard as
she diil, and be gone. I could only
blush and Inns my head, and stammer
out incoherent apologies amid the laugh
ter of Jack and the polite apologie3 of
the friend whom he had unexpectedly
brought from Montreal with him, aud
whose coming had been announced, ai
it seemed, by tlu very letter Mrs. Gludge
had lost.
That's all. There is no sequel to rav
story. In real life I have found that
stories seldom do have sequels. I ha 1
had a dreadful friirht. and they all
laughed at rue at nrst, andmade excuses
for me and petted me afterward aud said
"Poor Little Ruth!" Father declared
that he would never risk such a thins
again, aud discharged Peter on the spot
but Peter came back to his work the
next day, just as U3ii.il. as Ik is here
still. Mr. Carleton was very nice
and apologetic for coming in with
out knocking, to dry himself, whiW
Jack was leading the horse to th
barn, but he has not ye
laliea in love with me. as a:
orthodox hero ought to do. The genu
ine escaped lunatic was capture 1 near
Stephenson's and taken to Montreal,
under the impression that he was the
Governor-General, going to take posses
sion of his vice-regency. And just half
an hour after we had settle! down to
the cracking of butternuts that night, a
merry group, a sepulchral knocking
sounded at the door, and Mrs. Gludge's
voice was heard proclaiming:
"If you please, miss, I've come to
keep you company !"
The Largest Newspaper.
The largest newspaper, to my knowl
edge, ever published in this country was
The Illuminated Quadruple Constella
tion, New York, July 4, 1859, a mona
ter paper filled to overflowing with use
ful and entertaining reading for every
body. It was a 28,000 edition and sold
at fifty cents a copy. The size of this
mastodon sheet was 70x100 inches, or
almost forty-nine square feet, eight
pages, thirteen columns to the page, or a
total of 104 columns, each forty-eight
inches in length. It was illustrated with
good portraits of President Jame3
Buchanan, Edward Everett, Henry Ward
Beccher. N. P. Banks, Edwin II. Chapiu,
Horace Greeley, Elizabeth B irrett Brown
ing, Alexander voa Humboldt, James
Gordon Bennett and several others. The
paper contained thirty-six different poems
entire, among then: "Bral lock's De
feat; or the Battle of Monongahela," a
pcem of sixty four eight-line verses, oc
cupying one column and a fourth, or
exactly five feet of space. Among other
articles of especial note published in
that leviathan sheet was the celebrated
"Moon Hoax," taken from a copy of the!
New York Sun published in 1S35. The-
weight of the paper required for the edi
tion of 28,000 was equal to that require
for printing 2,000,000 copies of either
the New York Times or Herald. The
paper cost the publisher, a Mr. George
Roberts, '0 a ream and each ream
weighed 300 pcundc. It required the
work cf forty persons ten hours per cay
for eight week3 to set up and publish
this gigantic edition. St. It'di RepuUie.
Scentin:i Newspapers.
According to a L ju Ion ieiter "a de
cided innovation in the printing world
has been introduced into the office the
News and Post, of which J. II. Copies
toil, formerly well known in New York
as a journalist, is th manager. Any
desired odor any b-- produced, and the
cxpeiiment has proved not only a great
success, but a big a 1 vvrti-:".n..r:t for th-.-journal."
There is nothing n-.-w h i kv th-; m
journalism. A Canadian patent f r
scenting white papor for newspaper wu
granted years ago. Any on? interested
can find it in the I)j:aiuioa patcpt pub
lications on file in the Astor Library.
Neva York News.
En-land may yet have to go to war,,
suots the BuiTalo Esprt$ in order to
give her soldiers something to think of
besides mutiny. That was the reason ;
wbv Louis Napoleon's wars were f.-uiht.
GAINS
EI011T PAGES.
The Reporter's nev?rn?.
I was lunching, say a correspondent
of the Washington PjJ, with one of
the best reporters in New York, and in
the course of the meal he tld the fol
lowing story: lie sai l that recently he
was assigned to write biographical
sketches to accompany two cu:?. Con
cerning one of them he had very mis'y
knowledge. All he knew w.s that the
subject was a sporting character of somt
sort. Armed with this clew he called
upon the editor of a sporting papar for
information. lie asked this dignitary,
"Do you know such a person as Will
iam Easton?" "William Eastouf" re
plied the sporting editor, with undis
guised amusement and scorn in his tone.
"Don't you know William Easton? Well,
you must be fresh. Why, I supposed
everybody knew who Willi im Easton
was: Why, he's the auctioneer in the
New Yoik Tattersalls." The reporter
took the rebuke meekly and then showed
him his second out. "Here's another
man," he said, with a demure expres
sion of innocence on hh face. "Perhaps
you can tell me who he is. But tho
sportiug editor coufes-e 1 his inability.
"Why," said the reporter, "this is a
portrait pf Shelby M. Cullom." "Cul
lom," said the sporting editor, with a
meditative aud far-away look. "Who's
Cullom? Doe he keep a stabler' "Why,
you must be fresh," said the reporter.
"He is United States Senator from Illi
nois, the friend of Lincoln, father of the
interstate commerce law, and one of the
likeliest candidates for the Presidency
of the United States. Didu't you ever
hear of Cullom? Why, I supposed
everybody had heard of Cullom." The
sporting editor smiled a painful smile
and said he thought honors were about
eveu,
A Brilliant Scheme.
"That's a good story," said the news
paper man's friend as he finished read
ing the tale. "You can sell that."
"Well, I don't know about that,"
said the newspaper man doubtfully. "It
has the merit of brevity, of course, but
the papers are not rauniug much to that
style of story now."
"I sec 'em every day."
"That may be, too; but it's no sign
that this will be accepted."
"I'll bet you a dollar it will be."
"Take you!" shouted the newspaper
man so suddenly that it made his friend
start.
The friend reached down in his pocket
and pulled out a silver dollar, and as he
put it up he said :
"Lock here, old man, what's the
game?"
"Playing a sure thing," was the re
ply. "I'll get $3 or 4 for that if I sell
it and $1 if I don't. I've got three beta
cn three different storie3 now, and if my
friends hold out I'll make an everlasting
fortune with icy pen." Chirsigo Trilune.
"AuVeriisemsnL"
The editor of Amcriain Notes and
Q'lerits (Philadelphia) asked 480 editors
all over the country which pronuncia
tion each preferred: adveritscmeat or
adrertLsement. Roughly speaking the
canvass yielded, from all parts of the
country: For adrez-tisement 230 votes.
For adverfiV-ment 250 yotes, or a ma
jority for adverfitfment of twenty votes.
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