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OR?J in a manger ' at Bethlehem. Thorny the path He trod, Mournfully heavy the cross He bore, Ilclr to the wisdom of God. Mournfully heavy the cross He bore, Uroken and steep the way. Dearer His message because of pain, Light of the world to-day. Dearer Ills message because of pain, Like by Its like caressed. Gracious as rain to the sun-dried plain, Millions thoso tears have blest. Gracious as rain to the sun-dried plain Turning tho dull earth bright. Truth is in blossom because of Him, UinK in the Child of Liht. Truth is in blossom because of Illm, Sin is grown old and pray. Welcome the gladnoss of doing good, Welcome the gentler way. Wclcorno the pladness of doing good, Welcomo the joy of love, Danish tho serpent, the hawk and owl. Welcome tho child and dove. BanUh the serpent, tho hawk and owl, lianish tho man-made creed. Welcome the brotherhood broad, divine. Welcomo the man Indeed. Welcome the brotherhood broad, divine. Danish tho narrow and mean, So shall His kingdom be over the earth King In tho Nazarene. FADLETS CHRISTMAS GIFTS, BY FRAXK B. WELCH. Young1 Mr. Fadley was in a worry. He had some Christmas presents to buy, and what to get was what wor ried him. First and foremost, there was Miss Damon, upon whom he was anxious to create an impression sho must have something' appropriate and elegant," whether anybody else got : anything or not. Then there was his., J bosom friend and constant companion; Harvey, a good fellow who had placed ; him under obligation times without'" number him he could not forget. This being the case, Fadley started out to rummage the stores. lie overhauled all the leading shops in town, and by Christmas Eve had col lected what he thought was a pretty sensible lot of presents for an amateur Santa Claus to get together For the lady of his choice he had a handsome toilet outfit of combs, brushes, powder puff" and boxes, manicure implements, j hand mirrors, and no end of other ele 1 gant articles for feminine use. These : were all inclosed in an elaborately be ! plushed and inlaid case which was ' neatly wrapped and all ready to be sent to the intended recipient. For his friend Harvey he had an elegant shaving set, consisting of razors, brushes, cups, hones, etc., done up in a : substantial case which was also ready j to be dispatched to the home of his j friend. Not daring to trnst a messenger with the presents for fear of some mistake Fadley started out himself to deliver them. First he called at Harvey's house, timing his call so as not to catch his friend at home. With his friend's mother he intrusted the package, she i promising that it should not be tam pered with until Harvey should open HIS CHRISTMAS GREETING. BY ELISA ARMSTRONG. I'll I line of FUN E UAL SUPPLIES ..l kiibl. Terms cash " ! p:iii a complete stock of FlTli.NI 'I t i:K of . very description, MATTKESS 1 M'lilNdS, &c, all of which are sold lit I.V1T P KICKS. ALEX T. BAKNES, li;c:,.-! l.iiiM'mji, near Harris' warehouse. Henderson, jN . . 1 Ti If k ") nuici more: in , 'serict::i r.nd f-r-ses'. result fiomV. ailments neglected, m 't jrlay wit'i Nature'! st 'jilt health.. . I Li The cemetery gates closed with a clang behind one man as he stepped out into the snow-covered road; it was almost dark and he nearly ran into the other man who stumbled along as if very weary. "Yonder's th' shortest way into town, isn t it?" the latter asked. "Yep. Most folks want to know th' shortest way out," he grinned. "I'm glad enough to get out o' where I was," muttered the other. As he lighted his pipe the flame showed his pale face. The other man edged away. "Ye ain't been in jail?" "Worse. Penitentiary. Ye needn't be askeered, though I've had enough. Didn't do it, cither, but, ye see, I was kind o' good for nothin', an' the judge was running for reelection, so I went ' up. Got out for Christmas, though, on account o' good behavior." I "I'm, well, so 'tis Christmas time- folks oughtn't to be hard on nobody now." "No. I most took ye fer a Christmas ghost a bit ago." 'Been working late. I'm a stone ma son, and I'd promised a rich old party 7l'mkh,iw .mm. h AS IF I WERE IX SHAVE." ' 'JUST SEED ', roe I Ft- A li iyru p.n -f.-clin cut 1.1 sorts, weak :i.i! tf nor.'.llv ex- TL jj hau .Ifd, lioivmis, havL- no appetite Hand tati't wort-, JT P'. epiii ;:t cni ct:ik- in vr t lie most iciia- JS Me streiik'tl'etiini; ir.ccliri'ie.wl.n li is P.owii s Iron I'it Ur3. A few bft- j V.cs cure bemtit A, k rnmes II Olll I Me f S vcrv lirst .lose tt X (j -.ivil t sUin your r? ' ;ic:isant to take. It t a - iSO.I, Kidney and l.iver Troubles, Dad E'ooJ Nervous ailments Women's complaints th,. v. nuiiie it ha4crossc wrai 'u-r. All others mcsun i n reevi' t c t t vo 2.- stamps w ! s. ,t ie i "5eai'.t:tul 'v .i book tree. CH'rLCO. BALTIMORE!. MD d red n tli, MO. L. T. HOWARD, M Nt KAt Tl'liKR ASH PEAIKll IX HARNESS, SADDLES, &C, HKNDKKSON, - - N. C. ll.ivitii: bought the interest of Mr. A. F. S ii"i. 1 will continue busine.-s at the ime i;tnd Main street, opposite the IVu k ..f lleiiderson where 1 will he i l. ae,i to se ami serve my friends atid ! .'Miser cir-toiHeis and the public gener ;tIy. '..:iduci,iii: tlie only excluive har L.'s eMald jNliiiient in Henderson, I carry lit all times a full and complete stock of Harness, Sailes, BK IDLES, " Ccdlirs. Pads, A2V.iSfv-. - .. Ip ;Wii?f,;V. niiucra, iiuia, I V- -Jri. lap uobes. Hi,rsc IUankels' Curry Comos, Brushes, &c, &c. In fact, evetythins; in the. harness line, tint am tully prepared to meet all compe tition and tiive customers the very best bargains obtainable. Prices as low as any dealer, no matter who he is. fSf"All kinds of repairing promptly and well done at reasonable charges. h, T, HOWABi). j)R. W. J. JUDD, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, Offers his professional services to the citizens of Henderson and vicinity. "MARY I.Y0SS WAS THE NAME. j to have a stone put over a child's grave by to-morrow, sure, lie said hed like her to have something fer a Christmas gift." "Poor soul! I'm better off ef he J rich. I'll sec my kid to-night. My brother's been taking keer of ner since I was took. I'll take her now, an' I'm bound to keep straight, for her sake, from now on. That man got any more kids?" "None. This was only adopted; be longed to some poor relation, but he loved her like his own. Died sudden about ten days ago he took it hard, too; said he "was forty-nine and she only about ten, so he'd expected she'd choose his headstone." "Poor soul! My girl's most ten now." " " "Lemme see," he lit a match and consulted a paper as they walked alono-, "she was nine years, eleven months and three days old. It was a pretty stone; the boss says: 'Noth ing's too good for Mary,' says he." "Mary! Why, that's my girl's name here, lemme see that!" The match went out and his fingers trembled so that he could not light another. "Afarr Lvons was the name," the stone mason, gently. "Merciful God, my own child!" cried the ex-convict. Then, through the still night air, the glad church bells rang out said it himself the next morning. Then he called at the abode of Miss Damon. The ring was answered by a servant, who said the young lady was out doing her Christmas shopping. Here w-as a piece of good luck. Leaving the pack age with explicit instructions as to its delivery Fadley said he would call, Christmas night, as per previous ar- rangement with the young lady. There was a big job off his hands, and Fadley mentally patted himself on the back at having done it up so neatly. He pictured to himself the glad sur prise of Miss Damon when she should receive the substantial evidence of Ms regard, and chuckled over the little surprise in store for his dear friend and chum, Harvey. Early Christmas morning Miss Damon received her package, upon opening which she ex claimed: "Well, I never! Just as if I were in need of a shave. Who ever has been so kind as to furnish me with this ton sorial outfit?" Then her eye caught the corner of a card sticking out of one of the compartments of the case. This she drew forth ancread: "From yours faithfully, 1L IBA FADLET." "Oh!" said the mischievous young lady; "Mr. Fadley, eh? Well, just wait till he comes this evening. Pll bawl 'Next' at him; see if I don't." Of all the mortified swains that ever got into a pickle Fadley felt the worst when the idol of his heart flashed the shaving tools on him. He was utterly speechless, until it occurred to him that his friend Harvey had his dear one's toilet set and one of the sweetest of little notes that ever a lovesick fel low put together. "Great snakes, tnougivt racuey; n he reads that note I'll never hear the last of it." Then he explained the mistake and begged off long enough to hasten over to his friend's house to exchange the packages. He found Harvey at home, and as that amiable young man jerked him into the hall he simperingly inquired: "Is ray hat on straight, Ira dear, and how do my bangs look?" "Say!" fiercely ejaculated Fadley, "if you don't shut your head VU break ii for you!" But there was no time to be lost, so Fadley, after duly acknowledging 'trta the cigars were on him, gathered up the toilet set and sped back : th it to the one for whom it was intended. That was not the last of the joke on him, by any means. The thing leaked out, as such things invariably do, and poor Fadley was so annoyed by face tious allusions to his Santa Clans ex perience that he was compelled to threaten with consequences dire any , one who mentioned the subject. A cabin squatting? .on .the 'si'de of a ill; trees leaning' 'ba'ck "as "tiiojagh afraid of falling into the avihe belbw; grass green, under the! brow of airOck as if hiding from a cpw'that.stoo.d in the hollow,, rih'giiig- her bell; a -hawk; sailing round and round, :'dar,ting- Ids cove tons, hungry glanbe jaCf a pig sfv wheveunder a hen had .taken refug'e; the gurgle pfr- w.ater poiirkig per a sheli-iike ie,d. '?. 'fjajte stone; a boy and a girl standing unfler ,a tree, Ann trw.lTT .rr.nzins- ;intb a blue pool. The mhtift was .Itin'e. -the scene, tne dock- woods of' Kentucky'. " "If ' i was' rt'lia;t b,asis dow n there," said the bpy, 'ian;ii; you', wifs' tlrnj perch, I juiidn'i-jeem!!! '4sh como a nigh, you--" ' ' : She .laug,hedv u0h, ybtt'.d yant to eat rjiie fill by- yietfrse'l.;' lie gave foej a I'pcfk' .oi troubled re proach.' She' laughed ' merrily. 4 4 You can't take' a .jpki? yet, can. y,bu?" she asked- "Why yet?'-' he. replied.. "Because vou've got to b.e so well ac quainted w.i;th me,",.she recntiedl t "Is tliat a reason Svh'y I Qught'totak '.'Neil, you'll force me to ! hate you "I will? . Bat why should you want : to-make- trie so "happy?." She took up " her.-suhborijriet, which had fallen to the gr,ound, and, holding it by the strings, . 6too,d swinging it like a pendulum. "Do you mean that?" he asked. "Of course)! Why shouldn't I, Sam; you have m'rjde me , miserable all my life. Ye's, jpu have, now. All the time, a-t scKpol, whenever nobody was io'okin'-u'd,all the time try to kiss ,me, and.f hate to be kissed all the time Why, you dtori't know how tiresome it is. There, mother s callra' me, and I just know she's goin' to give me an aw ful goiiii' over fa standin' round here foblin' wi'to you. Good-by, and I hope I'll nevfcr see you again all the time tryin' to kiss me. Yes-um!" she cried, "I'm comin'." "Sh,e ran up the hill,1 striking at the trees with her bonnet. A woman, flushed "Yes,; for tfaiiijt nojfiin'- ihore than ja,; joke." ; .... . 1 ''Well then:," .he said,. can take a joke Lcould take you'.'?' .' ; .-; "Oh, could you? KnJ that wouldn t be a joke, tt wojild be iiwful serious tome.'" " , ' ' i:l ieii, qoii v f "v j You know why I ani stayan' here you know that if it -wan't Sox you i;a go away somewhere and be. a poet- You know the school-teacher . said Ire couldn't learn me any .rnore, a'nd I take it that when Bill Jimison, cantt.learn anybody anything hels goin' tpbe a poet. Jimison told me -.that I. ought tp go away somewhere said there never would be any chance, for me here. .And do you reckon I'd plow pver yonder in that blazin' field if it wan't for you? THE GIEL STOOD IX THE DOOR. on, quit!" she cried. HIS CHRISTMAS AUVEXTl'KR ri . . ToKHfcttUepreFentlliir! MS TP t jmpQ Times n Inrim-r. Fertilizers. v$szrv$?mlm r "i:t-.n and Per.nts. at SI3..VJ tk t:. 3 and Potatoes I t.. ; : . . n.d Fmits - l-t r. iV: , Kiic',iuii'i -So Pot'- "n C .'...k i . ! .iye ui .'.i u-at-fii. ft.u f,. v ... . . .!.. 1 ,W H.i.A lD.l !-;.. . ::.),:.t rr. ;:i!tiuinie .vld. . under the "Did you take Miss Phair mistletoe last night?" "Yes, and then went out under her father's missile-toe." Judge. Santa Claus will be just as well pleased if you distribute a few stock ings instead of filling quite so mauy this year. An Absorbing Girl. i "There is no such person as Santa j Claus, is there?" asked a small girl of her mother. "Some folks say there Is not," was the reply. "Well, I don't care. I don't like folks who say there isn't any Santa Claus. They never give any nice presents." N. Y. Journal. A SUp. Dr. Thirdly I wish you would hold the missionary box until alter tnrisv mas; I may want to send some things. Elder Berry I know what you are thinking of; but they don't wear slip pers in Alaska. Puck. He Was Surprised. Mrs. Gazzam I've got a box of cigars for my husband's Christmas present, which will surprise him. Mrs. Maddox Women don't know how to buy cigars for men. Mrs. Gazzam I know that, so I got brother Jack to get them for me.-- There aiivt nothin' in the ground for me to dig out my fortune and my fame are in tho air and the woods." "Oh. shucks. Sam, why don't you grabble all that foolishness out of your head and rro to work. I reckon I've gone to school as much as you have, and I never have thought about beuV a poet." "Maybe XX is because you never have bee iu love," he replied, half piti- "Maybe so," she rejoined, and then in excitement cried: "Look there! the bass has cnught -the perch!" And she not. more than baid this when he seized her in his arms and passionately, violently kissed her. ; "Oh, quit!" she cried. "Don't I tell you! Mother is in the door and will see you. Go away, you you fool!" lie released her and stood gazing at ,.t "I despise you," she said. "Ah, I have squeezed the truth out of "you, have I?" "If you have yon put yourself to un necessary trouble you might have known it before " "Yes, I might, for the poet always has been despised." "Oh. has he? But if that's the case quought tobe loved," and angry-looking, met her near the door, and pointing to a churn standing in the. shade near the corner of the house, said: "Thar's that thing standin' thar all the. mornin' and vou i foolin' round down thar on the branch. You air gest a gittin' so yo' ain't no manner account on the. face . of the earth. Who was that down thar a scrappin' with you? But vouneenter tell me I know. It was that good-f or-othin' Sam Foster, A trifiin'er Wretch never lived on the face of the earth." file's from' to be a poet," the girl re pjtied, tairirijg an apron off. a lilac bush and tvinsr the' strings about her waist. "And whaVs that, for goodness' sake?" the, wpman' exclaimed; "He'd better be thihkin.', about cuttin' them sprouts outen that nofe old hillside field that he's affiietec-1 with. Conscience alive, I pity the woman lie marries." '-"I donl:t" reckon he's old enough yet to think about marry'in' anybody," the girl replied'. Uaviing tucked up her skirts she had begun to ply the churn dasher. "IN'o't , old enpugh,"- the woman snapped.' ;';'My. sak'es alive, I'd like to see, a fool fob young to think about gittin'- married these here days. And I warrant you that thar air gals fool enough to marry him. Oh you neenter jerk that dasher around, for you know it's a fact. I do believe you'd be fool enough yourself." The girl was silent. She had ceased to ply the churn dasher, she stood mo tionless, gazing down the' slope toward the pool where she and the young fel low had watched the bass and the perch. "Yes,"- the woman repeated, 4,I do believe that you'd be foc enough to marry him yourself-"' "Well, if I was to, I might not have to churn all tho time," the girl replied, resuming'her work. "That's a fact;" the woman quickly agreed. "Yes, that's, a fact, for you wouldn't have nothin' to churn. about marryln him, air you?" " 'Lowed I might, as he ain't got a cow, and that's about all I'd ask of him. But, mammy, suppose I was to tell you that I love him?" "I would think you bad lost your senses." "Well, then, I reckon I have, for I do love him. Yes, I love him so much that I despise him and I could knock him down." "Gracious alive!" the woman cried. "You've upset the churn and all the milk's gone. Come back here to me. You'll break your neck a runnin' off down thar. You are the fetchtakedest creeter I ever seed." The girl came back, laughing an apology for the mischief which she had wrought, and the woman was scolding her, though with lessening harshness, when the mirthful apology and tho reprimand were put to an end by tho sudden appearance of a man, who, lazily turning a bend in the path that ran round a corner of the house, came slouching toward the woman. He held up a piece of paper, fluttered it, and drawlingly said: "Got this here fer Miss NelL" "For me?" the girl cried, running to ward him. She snatched the piece of paper, ran away a short distance, halted, and read the following: Now that I have found out you hate me and don't want to Vjc kissed all the time, I am (rohv away to be a poet, and when I am one I know you will love me some and will let me kiss you a part of the time at least. If I oon t become a poet I never will come back again, for bein' a poet is the only way I can win your love, for that is tho only way I can learn to ten you now much-1 love you, and when I have done that you can't help lovin' me. for then you will see my soul all blazin' for you. I floa t reciton i can tret to be a poet before Christmas, but I am sure I will by then, rj you may look for me j Christmas; and if by any strange possibility I ! don't get to be a poet in time to reach home by j Christmas, you just keep on a despisln' me as j much as you please, but you must keep on a j waltin', and don't let anybody else grab you up like the bass done the pearch, for as I tell you I'll be back. "Yours, SAX" A change came with the reading of the note. The noon in her eyes so bered into a twilight. For the first time in her life she was serious. She turned to her mother and said: "1 am awful sorry I turned over that churn." The woman was surprised. "What's the matter, dear? Never mind about the churn. What's in the note, Nellie?" "Nothin'; only Sam has gone away and won't come back tell he's a poet and I'm afraid he won't be one before Christmas and I want him now." "But maybe he can git the job before then. It's a good while till Christmas, and a good many things mout turn up twist now and then. Don t fret none. But she did fret. She fretted for weeks at a time; at morning when she saw the dew on the trumpet vine, at noon whtn she stood, gazing into the blue pool, at evening when the whip poorwill sang his sad song. The season rinened. the rrrain was reaped, the leaves had fallen Christmas was ap- ; proaching, coming slowly down, it seemed, from the browning hills. Christmas Eve, Christmas night. The girl stood in the door, listening. No . sounds except the faint hacH, hack, hack of an evening's woodchopper, far , away, and the lowing of a cold and des olate cow in the ravine, ne did not come. . 1 The grass was green again, the . leaves came out, the blackberry briars , were in bloom, the water pouring over j the shelf of slate struck a sweeter, sad- , der note. The season drew a long breath and another change came. It was Christmas night, and the girl stood in the. door. The belated wood chopper's hack, hack, hack was heard, and the same cold cow was lowing in the ravine. "Good evening." "Gracious alive, is thisyou, Sam?" "Yes," he said, still standing back from her. The firelight falling upon him showed that he was well dressed. "Won't you come In, Sam?" "No, for you'll still have to despise me." "Why?" Because I'm not a poet." "What are you, Sam?" "I am an agent for a patent churn dasher." She sprang forward and threw her arms about him. "Oh, I am so glad," she cried. "And you may kiss me all the time." MJL Christmas,! I I marshals hWiSPL , 1 legions of pre- kM'Sifeu '7M WW III m W - ll'lf til Ml " w J UE dear word, C h r Istmas, marshals legions of pre cious memories fcJ out from the past and crowns the future with a nalo of golden, cheery promises. Out from the shadows como the festive times when Santa Claus was a verity, with his fat paunch and great, rosy cheeks; when, on awaking, stockings filled to bursting greeted the eye, and at even tide the flashing Christmas tree fairly laughed its satisfaction at the joyous ! gladness it was diffusing all around. i Day of tho children! An infantine ! laugh is the divfnest of songs in the 1 ear of the Christ, who was once a help- j less babe. His only shelter a mother's i loving breast. The Man-Christ took little ones in His arms and blessed them, de claring that all must be as they in trust and innocence, if they would be heirs to nis everlasting kingdom. Day of home-bringing and home gathering, when the loved ones meet and unselfishly live in the pleasure each of tho other. Tender affection banishes self and man lives in touch with his fellow, glorified of the divine I benediction of love. He is nearest to divinity who gets farthest from self, and the gifts of Christmas-tide are so many pledges of disinterested esteem for the recipients. time is this when care rolls away like a scroll in the fire. and mirth and good will become the all-pervading genii of the household. Love and joy cross the threshold and kiss one another, as they pronounce a blessing upon all beneath the roof. Peace covers the dear ones as a man tle, and gladness so abounds that it is the day of all days throughout the metes and bounds of Christendom. Christmas of sleigh-bells and crystal snow, Christmas of warmth and flow ers, for the Christ-day girdles the earth and embraces all climates and all nations, and everywhere, thank God! it is a day of festive joy and hap piness a fitting commemoration of the fulfillment of the promise made by the herald of God in the glowing words: "I bring you glad tidings of great joy, which shall be unto all people." It is peculiarly the Chr?st day, a time when th : beauty of His self-abnegating life is rejected in sublime majesty. j Never a selfish shadow obscure His i path; His the grandest of all epitaphs; 1 He lived and ne died that others might j live forever. A man without a home, ! He has gladdened and brightened mil lions of homes. He was a man of sor rows, acquainted with grief, j-et from His presence an ocean of consolation has spread out and covered the earth with its -waters of healing. His last prayer was an intercession for His ene mies, and His last sigh a breath of con fidence in God. The glory song of the herald angels, sung at the first Christmas, that paean of praise to God and pledge of peace to man, shall never die. The grandest of all carols, dearest of all angel hymns, time has destroved none of its sweet ness and has preserved all of its prom ise. Peace and amity dwell where the spirit of Jesus prevails, and each Christ day is a benison indeed to those who see His face through the clouds and tne mists of mortality. Christmas, the home day, the Christ day! May its lessons and its blessings gladden all hearts and make a truth of the common salutation: "A Merry Christmas be upon you." WlIXIAM ROSSER COBBE. Mr. S. A. Lefcber Itossmoyne, Ohio. Terrible Misery Heiress With Rheumatism and Without Appetite Tired Feeling and Pains Dispelled by Hood's Sarsaparilla. " I was i:i terriMo miseiy xvitU rlicumaUsm in r.-y l.i;is a::d lewcr limbs. I read so l.iueh :: ...tt Hood's Sars.ip.-u ilia tU.'it I thought I ..:, I try it r.r.d sec if it would relievo me. V. '.-.en I rr!iii".eiie.(d 1 cnu'.J not sit tip nor oven Uru over i t l ed w ithout help. One bottle cl Hood's Relieved Me sci mucU that I was soon out of bod and could vai:;. I l;:..l ulsj felt weak and tired all Urn tiiv.o ; con!, I t.d sleep, and obtained sollttlerest i:t iii-'.it th::l 1 lelt all worn out in the morning. I had no appetite t j cat nnyUuug, but Hood a Hood's Cures lUriiipiiriilsi restored my appcUte so that 1 could cat without any distress, and I liavo triined rapi'llv in strength. I have t-M:ca flvo liotllesof H'Mi.l's S:irsMp:trlIla and I mil as well a i ever." Mi:s. Ii. A. I.kkki-.kk, Kosstnoytie, U Hood's PiliS cure liver Ills, ctmstlpaUon, fcili auiuess, Jaundice, skk Ue&daehe, ludlgesUua. GRATEFUL COMFORTING. EPPS'S COCOA BREAKFAST-SUPPER. " By a thorough knowledge of the nat ural laws which govern the operations of digestion and ntitrilion, and by a careful application of the tine properties of well selected Cocoa, Mr- Epps hits provided for our breakfast and supper a delicately flavoured beverage which may save us many doctors' bills. It is by the Judicious use of such articles of diet that a constitu tion may he gradually built up until strong enough to resist eveiy tendency to disease. Hundreds of subtle maladies are floating around us ready to attack wher ever there is a weak point. We may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortified with puie blood and a prop erly nourished f raiue." t'icil Serctre (jtizctlfl. Made simply with boiling water or milk. Sold only In naii-poutsu ims, by Grocers, labelled thus : JAJIKS KIM'S & CO., Ltd.. Honxeopathic Chemists, London, England. PARKER'S HAIR BALSAM CWiinr and N-.ulific th ha.tr fruwth. ore Oray Color, tailing. l - I'arkcr'aOinKerToiiic. K cm,-, iik- "7 W'rak I.uiir. Orhililv, Imligwoon, rain, J c in um. .! f B. SHAW. Attorney ad Counselor at Law, NOTARY PUBLIC and UEAL ESTATE AGENT, HENDERSON, - N. CAROLINA. Practices in State and Federal Courts. Settlement of Estates and Collection a specialty. Iians Negotiated. j ii. ititmoKics, ATTOItXKY AT LAW, Mu;:vLrciiso:v. - is. c? Office: In Harris' law ouilding neat court house. dec31-Gi jit. r. s. iiaickis. DENTIST. HENDERSON, N. C. CONSIDERATE LOTHARIO. A HTOffice Street. over E. G. Davis' store; Main Jan. 1-a. Don Juan O'Rafferty Sure, and Bhave smooth the convexity of me up per lip. I want to make it aisy for the ladies until this missletoe business is over. Texas Sittings. Something for the Roy. Office Boy Are you going to give me anything for Christmas? Boss Oh, yes; a few errands to do. Detroit Free Press. Hells and Rills. Mrs. Newlvwed Howl love to bear the merry Christmas bells. Mr. Newlywed I'd like to hear them. too, if Christmas bells were not so con foundedlv purreestive of Christmas bill. ! A Chriitmas Rhyme. A maid so sweet, A bird so neat And plenty of holiday cheer. Old friends we'll meet And fondly greet, For Christmas now is here. The Old and the New. The Old Year laid upon the portals of the past A tirtublinE hand. I And said : ' Oh. let me dis and be at rest U'itlnn thv mistv land ! Then all the tears that lived and died before Readied forth, and drew the wanderer safe within the door. The New Year laid upon the portals of to-day A firm vmillff hand. And said : " Oh, let me come and live and work iir:r.;n iiurr lan.1 Then all tlie years that are to be replied : T rlf,ryn.1 l! i.'n,: . . 1,1 " ami drow lie vouth 11 CIlUUl hUII. J A lll-T t J .'it . ...... . , - - y inside. jr-R. c. S. BOYD, Dental Surgeon, 3 MKJDEUeOl,K. Satisfaction guaranteed aa to work and prices. W. W. Rowiand, (SuccesHir to Rowland & Powell) and drew -Kathleen R. Wheeler, in Lippweott t. Christmas Eve. Little bits of stocking, Hung up in a row, Always make Kiis Kringle IW.u t tho rliinmev CO. Detroit Free Pre: Irresistible. Book-canvassers should take courage from a story told by an English lectur er on "The Art of Bookbinding." A man of thru- profession had called 'Well, I'd rather not have nothin' to J at a noUse whose occupant met him with a growl. "It's no use to me. I never read." "But there's your family," said the canvasser. "naven'tany family nothing but a cat." "Well, you may want something to throw at the cat." The book was purchased. chnrn. I wish there wasn t a cow no where. I hate 'era. All the time goin' j about causin' folks to churn. If i was to marry a man I'd see that he didn't have a cow;" "Yon can safely marry Sam, then. ITe'll never have one he'll never have anything." , "He'll have a wife if he marries, l reckon." "Don't you sass me, NelL I won't have it." "I wouldn't sass you, mammy. You know I wouldn't; but he would have a wife if he married, wouldn't he? If he didn't there wouldn't be any use in rnarrrin'. would there?" "Hush sich foolishness. It would de pend altogether on the woman he got." "Suppose he got me?" "Look here, NelL You ain't thinkm' Christmas Bells. O happy bell3 ! through coming years We hear, in your glad sending, The message still of peace, good-will All jarring discords blending. O bells of God ! ring on, oar souls To grander action nerving, Till all oar days are Christmas days Of living and of serving. . Caroline A. Dugan, m Uomt, Attention is called to my stock of GENERAL MERCHANDISE which was never so large or attractive as it is this season. Complete line of DRY GOODS Al Boots, Shoes, Hats, Caps, Staple aid Fancy Groceries. All at BOTTOM PRICES. I buy for cash and WILL NOT BE UiN- IJERSOEI). I make a specialty of SHOES AND FAMILY GROCERIES. It will pay you to see my before mating your purchases. stock The man in the moon hangs up his A AI ROW I A N D. stocldDg.-Golden Days. w" ww 'A ,1 -A s 9 fx L
Henderson Gold Leaf (Henderson, N.C.)
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