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1 I III It'll I Ml I P II I f II I I i I I II LZA Ml. II lii! INI 111 if f y.ol iv. LINCOLNTON, N. C, FRIDAY, MAY 30, 1890. NO. 4 A'otcg. Batter, like fresh vegetables, should go into consumption atoDce. "Management." This one word Las more meaning on the farm than is generally sunpected. The number of homes in Massa chnsetta h (;3,8HS. New York Uta'te Las 673,0f.O Rnd Texas i;350,344. It is estimated that over $700, C0O worth ot clover is devoured annually in New Hampshire by the wood chuck. Great destitution ia reported among the negro settlers in Okla homa. Tbey raised little last year and Lave no seed to sow. Cleanliness is especially essential about the poultry yard- The yard should he raked and the house thoroughly cleaned at least twice a week. Eugland best batter is made in Denmark. It commands top prices in the British markets. This batter is all made from soured or ripened cream. Give your farm credit for furnish ing you a home rent free aud for a thousand and one necessaries and luxuries which you would have to pay a&h for in a city. The IJew York Milk Union an nounces the following price list for the summer months: May, two and a half cents j June, two cents, and July, two and a half cents The largest sheep ranch in the world ia said to be in the counties of Webb and Dimmett in Texas. It contains as many as 400,000 acres, and generally pastures 800,000 sheep. jE3et"toy CJ arriages ! jESaTtoy Carriages I 8S 3Mew Stlyes. I made the largest purchase in Baby Carriages this season I ever be fore made at any one time. I did it because I could buy them at 60 much less price from the maker. I buy from the maker only. I am sel ling Carriages from 10 to 20 per ceut cheaper tban I sold the same Oar riages for last season. Prices tell. I can sell you a large Rattan body Carriage with wire wheels aud upholstered seat at 7.50. I have them at S10-00, 815.00, $25.00 aud 330.00. No child should be allowed to walk wbeu you can buy one at such a price. I get up a complete line of pho tos that I will be glad to send to any one, witu very lowest prices. E. M. ANDREWS, Piano, Organ and Furniture Dealer, Charlotte, N. O. D. W. ROBINSON, ATTORNEY AT LAW. Lincolntou, N. C. Practices in this and surround ing counties. Also in State and Federal Courts. fSTNext door to the Racket. Oc4t, 1SS0. ly. L L WITHERSP00N. ATTORNEY AT LAW, NEWTON, N. C. Practices in the Courts of Cataws ba, Lincoln, and adjoining counties. ,icYTo Loan ou improved farm in Catasvba and Lincoln counties ip gums of 300 aud upwards, on louj time and easy terms. Will meet clients at the Alexander House, iu Lincoluton, ou second uud fourt Mondays in each month. Aug. 'J, lSS'A tf. RACINE. WIS. Mori Log,LumberYard & errVTRucrtsH WW Illinois farmers are refusing to make reports of the condition of the crops to State authoiities on the ground that they are used for the benefit of Board of Trade speo ulators. Illinois, Kansas and Nebraska farmers are complaining bitterly of hard times. With the most abun dant corn and orher crops they cannot pay expenses or even sell their crops. If there are any potato bags this seasou they will do you less harm if your potatoes are planted before he corn is in. That is our ex perience. It ia the early potato that beats the bug. Last year there were received in New York -5,747,553 cans of milk. As each was a forty gallon can New York received more than 200,000, 000 gallons of milk, in addition to 4.400,000 gallons of cream and a large quantity of condensed milk. The May report of the Michigan State Department shows that of the area Beeded to wheat last fall ten per cent iu the Bouthern, thirteeu per ceut in the Central and one per cent in the Northern counties will be ploughed up because of winter killing. The condition of wheat was but little improved during April, and is seventeen per cent below that of on year ago. BUGKLEN'S AKNICA SALVE The best Salve in the world for cuts and bruises, sore3, salt rheum, fever sorea, tet er, chapped hands, chilblains, corns, and all skin eruptions, and positively cures Piles, or no pay required, It is guaranteed to give perfect satisfaction, or money refun ed. price 25 cents per bor. For sale by J. M Lawins:, Pybsician and Pharmacist Piedmont Seminarj, MALE AND FEMALE. LINCOLNTON, N. C- An English, Classical, Mathematical aud Commercial School. It is thorough and practical in its work and methods. It does not assume to itself the claims of a Col lege, but is thoroughly Academic. Location health', and ot easy access by railroad. Peumanship aud Bus mess Department iu charge of Prof. G. P. Jones. Spring Term of 1890 begins the. 8th of January. Lsf For Circulars, iti, send to D. MA TT. THOMPSON, Principal, Liucolnton, N. C. Jau. 3, 1890. huWIN,T Iadie6 Chaise. J 4 FISHBR9SWAG9HC9 From Oody'b Ladt's Book. OUT OF THE DEEP. BY MARY I ML AY TAYLOL. " Where oea-gulls scream and breakers roar, And week and aea-aeed line the shore," ?y WY;IlEUE was a heavy fog out at eea ; kuttheauu shone bright &:dt$ 'J on the beach, a little cove formed by a wide cleft, in the gray cliffs. The sun Rhone brightly, though the ocean was roll iog heavily and the fog was creep ing in. The shore was an almost unbroken line of rugged cliffs, and the light house looked out to sea from the grim bead of a gigantic rock : on either side yawning gullies threats ened mariners with death, like jaws of some monster of the deep, and the jagged rocks were teeth ready to tear the strongest bark to atoms. When these cruel waves, that hun- grily licked the cliffs, rose in a storm, they flung their white spray high up, dashing it over the light house itself. More than one ship lost headway in those irresistible tempests and broke on that reef. Men standing on the cliffs had seen their fellow creatures perish and been unable to raise a hand to help. It was a scene of rare beauty. The meadows sloaping down crowned the cliffs with green ; far hack was the peaceful line of wood land, forming a dark, quiet back ground- Not a eea-gull winged its flight across the waters j the larger gulls, the fishing smacks, were safe iu Portland harbor. It was well, for the wind had risen, and the waves were breaking in white crests. The fog was rolling in ! It was veiling in fleecy vapor the little bonse situated a quarter of a mile west of the light-house, and which was so diminutive and lonely that it reminded observers of a her mitage j the name it really bore. Presently, over the bare cliffs that lay between it and the light-house, two figures could be discerned walking rapidly ; engaged in earnest conversation ; a tall, erect man of about thirty and the slighter form of a girl. His large, soft hat was pulled over his brow aud his clothes were rather rough, but he walked with a graceful, easy gait, unlike the common fisherman j his face was tanned and the e'ear-cut features wore an expression of settled mel ancholy. The girl an unusually pretty girl was evidently, from her dress and appearance, one of the city beauties who regularly rustica ted every summer at the hotel up on the crags- As they ueared the light house, a sailor, standing at. the door, touched his cap to them. The young woman smiled a greeting, and the man called out, pointing towards the sea : "Looks like bad weather, Jack.'" "Ay, sir. Hear that moan ; it doesn't bode much good, I'll wager." They listened a moment to the roar of the now angry waters and the ceaseless wail of the fog-horn. The girl looked up with a shudder. "I wish we didn't have that horn; it' terribly melancholy." 'True enough miss," rejoined the sailor, "but it's saved many a life, I reckon." "I noticed a sailing-vessel out at aea before the fog came in ; she didn't look like one of our ships and was heading this way, bound for Boston, I suppose. It the cap tain ien't acquainted with the coast, and fails to lie out there, there will be trouble' "Ay, I guess so," responded Jack, "but it's not likely ; them horns is steaming way bravely, I reckon she'll lie out. But look over youdtr how them clouds do roll in ! Foul weather that means. Will you come up and stay hear to-night, Mr. Lee?' "I think I shall. It looks threati ening ; I don't like those light clouds agaiust the daik ones. The fog is very heavy." "It looks bad, sir, very bad ! I reckon we'll have to put out our top-light sooner than usual to night.'' "I must hurry you home, Miss Stewart' Lee said, turning to the girl who had been listening with an anxious face. "Yes," she replied, looking np at the threatening sky. "I'm afraid, it will rain immediately. Good afternoon, Jack." ternoou to you miss." "I'll be back very soon," said Lee, and they turned and started for the hotel at a brisk pace. Why do yon go back there Yon are always puttiug yourself in dan ger,' flhe said, as soon as they were oot of hearing. 'What other use have I for my life?' he answered, recklessly. Miss Stewart' face grew grave. 'Mr. Lee,' ehe 6aid, earnestly, 'it is very, very wrong to talk ao. Our lives are not given to us to throw away the moment we weary of them.' 'An argument on the value ot life from your lips ought to convince me,' he returned; 'but a settled habit of cynicism has made that well nigh impossible.'' 'I know you thiuk me imperti nent,' the girl went ou ; 'but I wish you would give some sort of reason for isolating yoarself and living in such a lonely place as this.' His face became so otern that she half-regretted her words. I could tell you I feel that I ought to tell you, but haven't the courage to risk your abhorrence,' he said- 'For shame ! Not the courage ! You who have faced death more than once to save life.' He visibly winced at this. 'IV,' he answered, m a low, strained tone. 'I am so weak that I would rather face death than lose your good opinion. I haven't the strength of purpose to listen to my judgment from your lips.' 'How do you know that they would pronounce it if she asked. I will tell you, he said, with a sort of gasp, 'tor it may be that 1 shall meet my death to-night in those black waters. I will tell yon if you promise not to speak my sen tence. I beg of you to hear me to the eud in silence.' I will give you that promise wilh iugly.' 'Then know, he began, bitterly, 'that I am a marked man. I stay here in that forlorn little house .be cause I can't go publicly to any more notable place without peril. My father, as I once told you, was not a wealthy man, aud, at his death I was theu but tweutydbree I went west and found employment in a bank whose president was an old friend of my father'. Disnamt waa James Thome. I ocennied a responsible place and was a favor ite with him, but not so with his son, Albert ; a young man of about my own age, who, from the first, was antagonistic. Time went on, the bank sustained a serious loss. A large sum of money could not be accounted for.' Jasper Lee paused, and the girl at bis side waited with a white face. A terrible dread had taken posses sion of her. The suspicion lay between myself and the cashier, oue John Eastniau,' he went on in cold measured tones, 'and Albert Thome accused me of the theft, in the presence of the di rectors.' Marion Stewart uttered an ex clamation of horror. 'The presiden didn't believe him,' Lee continued, 'but one of the di rectors did, and my indignant wrath only confirmed them iu their sus picions. The next day to make a long Htor3' short the investiga tions begau, and that night EasU man fled with some more funds, clearly proving my innocence. The girl gave a gasp of relief, but he put up his hand. Listen to the sequel ; I W2s young, bitterly proud and fiery, and couldn't forgive my accuser. It burnt like hot iron to think that the breath of no foul a suspicion bad been upon my fair name. I swore to get a lull and public apology fiom Albert Thorne. I bad some difficulty in meeting him, for he was a coward Would to Heaven, he had succeeded in eluding me ; but it was not to be. One evening, at dusk, I met him outside the town on a lonely road. Will I ever forget that day i It was the twenty-sixth of June, just seven years aero todav. I was coing out oi town and he was coming in. I re member hiniHowell ;aflight, young man, wiry and active, but with half my strength of mucle and shorter by half a head. We met, and I barred the way, demanding what was my right, an apology. He ren fused to listen, seoifidg at my de mand and in short there were hot. words, my blood rose, and we fought. 'You know the old story,' he went on, bitterly, 'Cain and Abel. I was Cau, for he was slighter, less dexs terons. There was no doubt about the issne of that struggle. We fought breast to breast and foot to foot: I killed him!' They stopped short and looked at each other. 'You killed him ?' she repeated with white lips. I murdered him.' Oh I no, no,' cried the girl, 'not that there was an equal fight-' It was not equal,' he said, with stern self-condemnation. ! had strength and ekill on my side. I can see hia white, rigid face before me now as plain a3 if it had hap pened yesterday. For seven years that face ha3 followed me, sleeping and waking, like an avenging tate It is my punishment, worse than death P How how did you escape !' she ppoke, because silence was unbear able. I fled fled like a common crim inal aud left my victim by the roadside. I went to San Francisco and took ship to New Zealand. Since that time till now, I have been a wanderer upon the face of the earth. The sole of my foot has never rested' At last, I could eni dure it no longer and making my way to England sailed for New York. On the way I thought of Cape Elizabeth ; in the happier days 6f my childhood, I came here on a visit and it has ended In building that little house, and for a year I have found something nearer peace than ever before! I have often won dered that pursuit was not keener, for I have not disguised myself nor changed my name. I never looked at but one newspaper after the deed, and that was on my way to California j it contained a full and hideous account of the affair. Af ter that, I could not bear the sisiht of a printed column.7 Marion did not answer him j her face was turned away, and he re garded her a moment iu silence. Suddenly, he heard a little sup pressed sob. 'Marion !' he exclaimed, 'forgive me for calliug you by that name. Y"ou are weeping I am not worthy of these tears !' I see,' he said, bitterly, aa she waa silent, 'you condemn me in spite of your pity.' I am sorry for you,' she answered with quivering lips. 'Heaven kbows how sorry !' 'And Heaven bless yon for it,' he responded in a deep, low voice, Thev turned and walked up tbe path toward the hotel ; the wind was so high that she was glad to cling to his arm, and the storm came on so tast tbat there was no time for more woids nntil he left her at the door. The eyes that nhe raised to his were beautiful with the light of a great pity for this man who had ruined his own life. 'You do not despise me, then V he said, as their hands clasped. 'I pity you with all my heart,' she answered, in an almost inandis ble tone. 'I shall always be your frieud.' Her emotion choked her and she turned and went in abruptly. Jasper Lee stood for a moment on the deserted piazza, looking up at the frowning heavens, and then went down the cliffs. This man had not the character. istics ot an avowed murderei Looking at him, no one would have supposed him capable of killing am other, even in the heat of passion ; but he wa3 thirty now, and was bu' twenty-four when he wiped out the insult offered him, in tbe slanderer's blood. Since then there had been more than sufficient opportunities for repentance. The crime com-s mitted in the moment of uucontrol labia wrath smote him with horror when he beueld its consequences. His friendship for Marion Stewart, which had ripeued into devotion, served to heighten this self-con-demuation. and the motive which prompted this confession was pure ly uiiBelfiah. ne could not consci entiously allow this girl to regard him as other than he was, a man burdened with the memory of a crim( Miss Stewart was the only person af this summer resort, who treated him with uniform kindness. She was an orphan, in the charge ot a spinster annt who did not wholly appiove of Lee ; but was willing that her niece should show courtesy to tbe solitary stranger. And to the lonely man, this friend liness was dangerously dear. Wil folly blind to the consequences, be sought her whenever an opportuni ty preseuted Itself, which, to be sure, was not olteu ; for she seldom strayed far from the hotel, and he , shunned the crowd of summer goesta, who regarded him with cui rioaity. Still the chances for meet ing were sufficient to allow their friendship to grow, and, finally, by an untoward accident, he discov ered that she was not entirely indif ferent to his devotion. Then, tor the first time his unhappy sitna tiou was revealed to him. He de termined to undeceive her, to expose hia own culpable conduct, rather than disturb her peace by recollec tions of an attachment that could never end in anything but sorrow for both- It was not ao easy as he supposed to disabnee her of her fancy for this hero, about whom she had woven the fabric of a ro- ma nee. He was destined to remain a hero to her. This man, by birth a gentleman, leading a rough life, aud famed already for his heroic courage, was an ideal figure to her imagination. Jasper Lee, not knowing this, was embittered by the thought of the love that might have been his. He walked along the cliff with bowed head the burden was iucreased a thousandfold. The fog had grown so thioC that the figure of the sailor at the light bouse door was like a great black shadow iu a cloud. Ah, Jack, this is pretty dense,' Lee raid, rousing himself as be ap proached. Hark !' cried the other. 'What is tbat V They both listened. Above the roar of the waves and the wail of the fog horn came a deep, ullen rumble once twice and the tky and gray waters were illumined by by lurid flisbes the tempest had broken. 'Come in, air ! Jack ex claimed, his voice hardly audible. 'It's been coming mighty low, but it's here at last loot sbaip !' The two young meu sprang quick ly back from the edge of the cliff into tbe building ; a moment sufficed to put on robber coat and rush out again. They were welcomed by a sheet of bliuding spray, mingled with rain, that ntung their faces, and deluged them with water! It was not yet five o'clock, but they could only see the white foam daahing up over tho rocks. Keyoud, the fog hung like h dense veil. 'The hell, the bell !' shouted an other sailor, an old man, who wan Jack Forsyth's father. Hs fcoo was already there, and soon the warning notes of the great bell rolled out over the lury of the waters. All through that, lonely, fearful night, when they could scarcely hear each other speak, the men in the light honee watched aud waited in strange anxiety. There were four of them, the two Forsyth?, Lee and a young fellow from Portland, who was trained for the life saving service. They had pafed suh nights before,but never experienced such a feeling of almost fear, mm who scarcely knew the name. They did not lie down, and once, at mid night, when the ceaseless roar ot heaven's artillery lulled for a mo ment, they thought that they heard cries. In the dense darkness of the night, the lightning showed ihem a seething sheet of foam beneath, but nothing more. Towards morning the tempest rose and the wind seemed ready to tear the lighthouse from its rock foundation. Would daybreak never come ? At last, aa Jasper Lee went to the window for the twentieth time in half an hour,he could tee the white glimmer of dawn in tbe East. "Jack I" he called suddenly, in a low, agitated voice, and then, ai the young fellow approached, h pointed to a dark object, lying iu tbe water just below. Wuat'a that!'' And it was true. It was light enough to see.lying below th crag?, the hulk of a vessel. The men rushed out, the necessary implements were close at band, hut there was little chance of saving life. The could not distinguish much, but -a tih revealed human beings etrugglirg in the flood. The vessel lay oa her aide on the reef ; her aiaits gone, and being rapidly beaten to pieces. Four figures were connted clir.giog to the wreck. It was a strange scene, and one of fearful majesty. The morning was dawning at last, and the first gray light begau to bii: ou the wild ocean: Above, the clouds were flying before a heavy gale and the rain fell in torreuts. It was a woikof great difflrulty and danger to connect the wreck and the cliff by shooting hawstr across. Fortunately, one of tbo castaways waa able to aid by stca- ring the line to the beams of the ship. After that tbe passing down of the heavier cables was compara tively easy. At last the whole ap paratus was iu working order, and the basket, a circular arrangement made to hold one persou securely, was ready to be let down to Ihm hulk. But if was no light thing for a man to go down aud utand on that breaking vessel nntil the men were hauled up one by one. No light thing, when any moment tbe water might wrench the hawser loose and cut off all cemmonication with terra tirma, all hope of life ! "Who will go ?" 'I." It was Jasper Lee who stood forth, Stripped of all extra weight aid clad only in his -lo.-e-fitting woolen jacket and tioii-rra, bare-headed, and with the light of a eplend d reiolution on his face. Tnere was a general protest. A member of the regular crew ought to go ; this was no common peril. "You lose time," cried L-e, spring ing into the conveyance. "I am feat dy ; let her go !' Intra waa no chance lor farther dispute. The vo'uotoer was swiftly lowered into the jaws ot death. It wai a ternble thing to look on aud see the young fellow standing there on that lolling ve.shel, fighting with the waves for the lives of his fellowi creatarea. One ar a time was gecurtd in the basket and hauled up. lat only one lemained. Then carcej the tu of war, tbe sea and the dauntlesa rescuer fought hand to hand. And when the castaway waa finally on tbe cliff, the men felt that Lee himself would be swept out b fore the little conveyance could be sent bark. The vessel was breaking aud the waves had thrown him down ; he waa clinging to the spars. At last the basket shot down the ropes and he managed to reach it. Only the deep boom of the waves was heard. The apray covered Jatper. Moments seemed hours. The men above could see nothing. Then the water rolled back aud he emerged from the foam. A shout burst from the group, a wild, heartfelt cheer. The basket quiv ered and rose, and then the sailors could count the waves, eight had broken and the ninth the death, wave came rolling and leaping in; higher than the others, it swept over the little craft, anil swinging it in broke its moonnj from the wreck and dashed it to atoms. The nearly-rescued man was struggling in the sea. A cry of horror broke from the watchers as Jasper was swept out. 'Lost!" Oh, the anguish of that cry in sorrows of the deep ? .So helple3 so comprehensive so crushing on; little syllable of infinite woe lost ! "The rope! 6ee how it swingg there's some one on the ropeT' Jeckcried. Haul in!" With renewed hope,they pulled. The next moment there was a cry Continued to Fourth Page.
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