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DOUGLAS S3 SHOE And other specialties for Gentlemen, Ladies, Boys and Misses are the Best in the World. See descriptive advertise ment which will appear la this paper. Take no Substitute, but insist on having W. L. DOUGLAS' SHOES, with name and price stamped on bottom. Sold by Ho id & Britt, Coldsboro. N. C. Wo Take the Lead. We are now handling the very best that has ever been brought to the eity Bsst Qualify and Lowest Prices. Mutton, Pork and Sausage Always on band. We pay the highest market price for cattle. Cohn & Son, OiU Maiktt t:n! Old P. O. Building. Em Mcn V e.inifd t urSEWlin.of mrory g rniiiiDy and honorali'.y. by tl.ow 71 J eiiliT w, voting or ulri, ami in lliir B own luralitii'swhrrrveriln-y '". Any I aip can Jo the work. Knay to lorn, ilhiiijr. We start von. No riik. Ynu ran devote -i.ih i.r ull voiir lime to the nork. I liis i an lt-iul,.llll liliuj.'!. WOllriVrfnl f uciesf toevei v wwlkrr. e earning from rzj to a-aw n-reea aim uiihiub, era lillla rx iierictice. We tan furnish you the mi ll teach yu HiKK. No iiarto mnlaln here. Full fltKK. XICI'i: A 0.. Al(TA, ailNE. MON H e lurnish ever nlirt-ly now li'-intHlr Is at ml all ii. il an Inf.. i itiation MISUNDERSTOOD! What inward pain we sometimes feel When we have been misunderstoo ?. How doth affection's warmth congeal When iJl intent's coin'd out of good? How many bleeding hearts there ara Whose greatest bliss was doin? good, Yet for their love receiv'd a scar From dearest friend misunderstood! Wh en death hath clos'd the eyas of one Whose heart beat ever for our goo J, How sad to know their setting sun Wasdimm'd by usrmisunderstooij 'Tis than we feel the pain wj gay a A parent, friend or neighbor goo 3, And grief o'erwheiau us Ilka a wave- Too late! too late miiuudaritoodl Oh! could ws but llva o'er ths past, And weave our web of life onca more, Glad rays of sunshine would be cast Where doubt and darkness reign'd before! Hope is not dead! the Present lives! Let us redeem it as we should; The flowers that's crush' d more fragranca gives Than bad it livel misunderstood But One there is who never fails To read the heart of man aright, Though to:-s'd on life's tempestuous gales, God will sustain U3 by His might! Let all our aims in life be pure Men may misjudge still cling to good; At last the victory shall b sure, And we shall then be understood ! John Imre, in the Scottish Canadian. A GARDEN OF ROSES. T was a settled thing in the minds of the villagers of Brace bridge that old Hol lo way was "all alone in the world." None came to visit him, and during the two years he had lived at Bracebridge he had never been absent from home for a day. tflis declining years for he was well past the sixties denied him recreation, though on wet days he would occasion ally put his mackintosh over his should ers and perch himself beside the pool for which Bracebridge was faoious and patiently watch the float for hours at a time. It is probable, however, that had it been sunshine every day of the year the fish would have been minus one enemy. For the sunshine brought the children out to play, the sunshine al lowed him to walk in the paths of his garden and watch the growth of his roses. On wet days he had neither chil dren nor flowers, so he went to the fish for consolation. Old Holloway had two sources of hap piness. His tiny cottage was known as Hose Glen. If you ever went to Brace bridge you would never dream of going away without looking over the wicket gate and inhaling the sweet perfume of the old man's roses. They lined the gravel pathway, for all the world like floral sentries, as their owner passed be tween them to the porch. Rose trees were everywhere, and every single blos som was as familiar to him as the seals on his watch chain, and he patiently fol lowed the progress of each petal and the unfolding of every bud with as much pride and care as he would that of the growth of his own child. Yes, the flowers brought old Holloway happiness. But he loved the children more. He once said that, when their tiny faces were looking up at him and smiling, they, too, were flowers. Every child in Bracebridge knew old Holloway. They called him grandfather. You never met him in the lane3 without a child hang ing to his hand or his coat tails. Why, the dear old fellow would make a point of passing by the school just when the children were coming out... .Then. he wouiu let (7iem play on the grass of his garden. Let them? Nay, he would play with them, and his laughter seemed as free as theirs, his shouts of merriment as joyously innocent. Then when the sun began to edge the hills with gold and crimson, he would merrily drive them out of his floral domains, and watch them wave their hands as they turned the pathway at tho fop onhe LiirwEfclTIed to the village. As he retraced his steps to the porch he would sometimes stand beside a tree of roses great crimson blossoms more beautiful than all the others. Their color was richer than the sweetest of the blossoms on the neighboring bushes, their perfume more fragrant. It grew apart from them, too, on the lawn. He would look at the name on the wooden tablet and read the simple word, 4 'Marion." That was the name he had given to his favorite tree "Marion;" and murmuring the word he would enter the house very quietly. " uu One 'evening the' chitufeti Lad aH"gone he had bid them "goodby" a3 usual. He turned to enter the house. A whole week had passed since he had examined his favorite rose tree. Crossing the grassy lawr; he came to "Toe Marion." One of the great blossoms was droop ing, but just from the same green stalk a fresh bud was shooting forth. The old man took out his knife and cut off the faded flower. He looked at the bud thoughtfully. He seemed to read a story among the roses a story that went to Mb h'earf, HeToWed' again at'tSe dead blcsiom in hit hand, Then hit eye wandered toward the bud. He bunt into tears, and quickly turned away. "My daughter, my darling Marion I I was cruel to send you away, very cruel. A father's love for you made me think it impossible for even a husband to love you as I did". Shall T ever see you dead dead as this once beautiful blossom, which can never again help to sweeten my days and brighten an old man's life? Oh, come back to life .gain, and bring your liltle one with jou. Come come come!" He entered the house weeping. On the morning of the next day the children were on their way to school. They always passed Kose Glen and old "orrowav would invariably be at 'the :;ate. But this morning the children seemed more excited than usual; some thing had evidently happened, or was about" to happen, which made their little hearts beat faster than ever. They had staited earlier thau was their wont, for , somehow they had got to know that it was "grandfather's" birthday, and each wanted to be theie first. On, on they went, laughing, shouting and clapping their hands in delight. What was there to stop the happy ripple of their little tongues? It would seem nothing. They were children little children and were as free as the birds which were singing in the trees and on the hedge rows about them. But, as they turned the road at the top of the hill which led down to the home of the roses, theix laughter became silent, and their lips ceased to move. They gathered to gether in a bunch, not in affright, but more in childish sympathy at the sight before them. A woman sat on a grassy mound. Her face was pale, her cheeks pinched, her eyes looked as though they had shed many tears; but yet how pretty she was! She was dressed all in black there was crape on ber cloak and bon net. She held something muffled up in her arms. The children looked and guessed it was a baby. The woman smiled and seemed to invite them to come near. Then one of . the children gave' the" woman some' flowers, and a flush of happiness came into her poor, wan face. "Would you like to see my little boy?" she asked. And all the children gath ered round while the mother drew aside the scarf from round her baby's neck, so that they might see it the better. It, too, had tiny black bows on its little hat. "Oh, how grandfather would love to to see him !" cried one of the children. "May we take him to grandfather? It's his birthday to-day. It would make him so happy." "And who is grandfather?" she asked. "You don't live here, do you?" ques tioned one of the youngsters. "No," the woman answered. "I am quite a stranger here. "But why do you ask?" "Because you don't know grandfa ther," came the logical reply. "Well tell me who he is." Then one of the children took the wo man by the hand and led her to the cor ner from whence the hill started towards the spot where the roses grew. The cottage was pointed out to her. "That's Ro3e Glen," the child said. "Yes, I can smell the roses here. Ob, how sweet," the woman murmured, looking at the cottage. "That's where he lives," the little one went on. "Yes," said a child older than the others, "Mr. Holloway " The woman gave a wild scream, which almost made the children run from her in dismay. She had nearly fallen to the ground. But she was her eelf again in a moment. "Oh! my children, my children," she cried, pitifully, "don't turn from me don't be frightened don't be afraid of me! I love you, every one. Come nearer to me. Oh ! come nearer to me. That's right. I love you, every one. I know I know it is his birthday to-day. And would he would he love to see my little one, would it make him happy? Do you think he would kiss it just as he does you and give it a smile the same as he gives you? Would he take it in his arms like the tiniest of you?" She had won the sympathy of the Children about her and they all cried out : "Yes, yes; let us take it to him," A wild gladness overspread her face. Her lips quivered, her eyes sparkled. Some sudden resolve had come to her. She drew her hand nervously across her eyes; then turning to the little ones about her quickly, the asked : "And if I let you take ray child to him what will you do!" They were quiet for a moment. Then the elder child, who had spoken before, said. "I will carry him ever so careful. You can come, too." "I can come, too," she murmured; "I can come, too !" Silently she placed her baby in the little girl's arms. The children trooped down the hill toward the house, the woman following them with hesitating steps. The children had reached the cottage gate and the woman stayed out side, looking through the hedgerow and watching her little one with anxious care. One of the children, carrying the baby in her arms, crossed the lawn toward old Hollo way's favorite rose tree, Marion." There was ju?t room for the eliild to stf nd beneath the great cover ing of green leaves and flowers. Then the other children ran to the porch. They cried out: "Grandfather! grand father 1 Many happy return? of the day ! many happy returns of the .,di !" The old man beard their voices and eame to the door. How those children danced and shouted ! They got hold of both of his hands and his coat, and, with merry laughter, pulled him across the lawn to his favorite tree. Then every little tongue became still, a? though waiting for him to speak. He looked at the picture before him. There, be neT,hthe coyer of blossoms, stood a little girl, looking up at him with" a "facVlit up with smiles. She held out to him a baby. Scarcely knowing what he did he took the child from her arms into his own, and covered its tiny face with kisses. He looked round about him, not knowing what to do or whither to turn, but his lips were muttering one name. Again the children took hold of him and pulled him along the path toward ;he wicket gate. They opened it, and the woman was still standing there, her pale -e now nusnea, ner once aim eyes orighter still. "Marion 1 Marion!" the old mau cried. She fell on his shoulder, with her arms about his neck. Ju?t then the school bell rang out, and away the children ran up the hill, their voiceVshouting all "the way, "Aliny uappy return? of the day, grandfather! many happy returns of the day!" The old mau, caressing the child as he carrried it close to his breast, with lis daughter's arm? still clinging to his neck, walked up the pathway. The bud on the rose tree seemed to peep out from all the other crimson blossoms. They entered the house together. Strand Magazine. Curieut Tricks ef Memory. One of the queerest freaks of the memory is the trick often enough noted, for that matter which some peo ple's memories have of seeming to rec ill only the things that the mind never made auy effort to remember, and let ing go irrevocably all the things that the mind did consciously attempt to store up. Possibly the Listener has once be fore told the story of a friend of his whose occupation is more or less literary, who can remember but one single piece of poetry, and that was a piec? of dog gerel that his seat-mate in school once learned I AH the divine verse that he himself has often labored to ommit is gone forever; but this pieci of doggerel which the other boy labored to learn, but probably totally forgot in a month or a year, sticks fast in his mind. Every body's memory has a tendency to hold fast to miichief and nonsense, and let serious and important things go. How ever, this very characteristic of the memory is a thing that tan be made use of if we know how to do it. If we are bright enough at the right time to take in these useful things somewhac after the easy and enjoyable fashion tha: we take the agreeable nonsense, the chances are that they will stick by us. Boston Transcript. LADIES' COLUMN. THE RETURN OF ALPACA. That wiry, ungraceful material is once more with us and promises to be consid ered very smart. It is very satisfactory foi bathing gowns, as it holds much less water than flannel or serge and does not flop sq dreadfully about one's figure, A very pretty bathing goyn may be made of gray alpaca, with a yoke and trim mings of white. Some very smart bridesmaids frocks are being made of pale pink alpaca in plain coat and ikirt faibioa with double breasted waiitooat of white alpaca. With these white Leg horn hats trimmed with pink and black ostrich feathers will be worn. A white alpaca skirt and coat worn over a pale green shirt is very chic Once-a-Week. THE SPANISH GIRL's MANTA. Though the manta is exceedingly be coming to everybody, writes Fannie B. Ward, from Valparaiso, Chile, it suits the big black dyes of these Southern sister far better than the Saxju bluo or gray. It not only enhances grace and beauty, but hides slovenly dressing aud all de fects of figure. When properly draped it makes an old W3in.au look younger, a skeleton form appears reasonably plump, a meal-bag-tied-in-the-middle shapa al most slender, and renders a really hand some face perfectly irresistible. Some of the mantas of rich silk, covered all over with magnificent embroidery and tded with real Spanish lace cost from $200 to $1000. There are cheap ei varieties, all the way down to twenty dollars ; and the coarser grades, such as are worn by servants and los pebres gen erally, can be bought as lo w as 5. A MODEL HOUSEKEEPER. Edward Everett Hale says Mrs. George Washington was a model housekeeper. In a set of books kept expressly for that purpose Mrs. Washington made entry of housekeeping duties accomplished from ,day to day, and noted how she superin tended the preparinj of the supply of smoked meats for the plantation, how, 'with her own hands, she cut out the clothing of the slaves, and so on. Let ters of Lady Washington's daughter and .others testify that after the death cf her husband the hospitality of the Mount Vernon home was kept up. ! The statement that the room in which General Washington died was shut up just as he left it and that in the presence of others, at least, his wife never entered it again, is, perhaps, true. ! The custom of keeping a room closed for two years after a death has occurred in it is a very common one in the South ern States. New York Press. FASHION NOTES. Crimson and red are passe. Many women are wearing bracelets above the elbow. The style is rather ef fective with Empire gowns. The clinging skirt is now the rage, all 'narrow effects which diminish the width of the hips beingsought after. Three rows of inch-wide black satin ribbon set half an inch apart from each other roundUhe skirt are a little newer than the silk ruches. There have been ;f ur capes, cloth capes and lace capes, but the newest cape is a creation of feathers. It is a decided novelty, and, reaches just below the shoulders. Sashes just now are of two styles, either very narrow;, only a ribbon folded round the bottom of the basque and tied at the back, or of soft ,silk folded very widely round the waistiand fastened with an enormous rosette at the leftside. Plat-val lace is one of "the mo3t dura ble and manageable members of the lace family and launders admirably. Hough iron it, then with sliitly damp fingars pull the i lace from selvage to edge, and all ofkthe figures will come out in fine style. An evening dress recently worn by a pronouncedbrunette was of lemon-yellow velvet. There was no other color visible in thetentire costume, which wa3 severely plain and without trimming. Even the plaiting of chiffon about the half-low corsage wasiof the same tint as the dress. Low shoes are extremely comfortable and pretty lor the house, but will weary the wearer almost beyond endurance when worn for long walks or much standing about. Many Udies do not know why they feel so worn out. Let them try French-kid boots which are perfectly easy, and note the difference. Velvet ribbon and piece velvet is used wi.h the thin ues t materials. . , There rfl velvet" corselets and deep velvet cuffs, velvet trimming at the bottom of the skirts, velvet girdles cr belt3, and so-on interminably. Butterfly knots are a favorite ribbon trimming, also four looped rosette bows, the windmill bow, and the big flat scarf bow. The old-fashioned diamond jewelry looks absurdly ponderous for present day wear, and ladies of haut ton are finding that they must cither have the family jewels reset pr not weir them at all. Tiara are uot so muuh worn as they ware a short tima a.30. Few womea look well la a coronet, handsome though it is. Comb3 or pins are much more be coming. Hew Werdt Change. Long ago, when a certain article made of sturgeons bladders came into use in England, it was known by its Dutch name "huizenblas," that is, "sturgeon bladder." The tqrni was a meaningless one to English ears, aud by some means or other was transformed into the word which we all know, "isinglass." The change was precisely like that which in some quarters has turned "asparagus" into "sparrow grass- In the same manner the old word "berfry," which meant simply a watch tower, was transformed into 'belfry." It became the custom to hang bells in such towers, and by common consent a change of spelling followed. What is the derivation of the word' "steelyard?" Most readers would reply without hesitation that it must have been invented as the name of a certain famil iar instrument for weighing, an instru ment made of steel, and about three feet in length. In point of fact, however, the word meant in the beginning nothing but the yard, or court in London, where tne continental traders sold their steel. In this yard, of course, there was somo kind of balance ior weighing the metal a steel yard balance. Language ii full of such cases." Blind fold" has nothing to do with the act of folding something over the eyes, but is "blindfelled" cr struck biindf "But tery" has no connection with butter, but is, or was, a "bottlery," a place for bot tles. A "blunderbuss" was not an awkward or inefficient weapon, but on the con tary was so terrtble as to be called a "dondeebus," that is to say a "thunder box" or "thunder barrel." The advance in the art of war is happily or unhap pily typified by the fact that a weapon ence so terrible has become an object of ridicule. Will the world ever find our present iron clads and mortars nothing but things to laugh at? Chambers's Journal. Where tfiTLlairrs fheTTeavrrtf. It depends on the kind of road whether the load should be heavier on the fore or hind wheels of a wagon. On a smooth road the heaviest part of the load should be toward the front, but when the road is soft or rough it should' be on the hind wheels. The larger the wheels the easier a load is lifted over the rough spots or the stones on a road, because the leverage of the spokes, which are longer in a wide wheel, raises the weight with more ease. There is no' lifting of the load on a smooth, level, road, but a sliding motion of the box of i the wheel on the axle. And the smoother the wheel works on the axle the lighter is the draught. But when the wheel comes to a stone or a hill, or works in mud in which it sinks, the load must be lifted bodily over the obstruction. New York Times. Absolutely Pure. A cream of tartar baking powder. Highest of all in leavening strngth. Latest U. S. Government Food Report. P.OVL BaKINU POWKER CO., 1CWU St., N. Y
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