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LINCOLNTON, N. C., FRIDAY, SEPT. 15, 1893.
NO. 22.
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BY JOSEPH W. HOLDtN.
The Wind King from the North cam 3
down,
Nor stopped by river, mount or town,
But like a Tjoistrou3 god at play,1 v
Kesistlesa bounded on his way.
He shook the lake and tore the wood.
And flapped his wings in merry mood,
Nor furied them till he spied afar
The white caps fiVh on Hatteras bar.
Where the fierce Atlantic landward bowh
O'er treacherous sands and hidden ihoals
He paused, and wreathed kia horn of cloud
And blew defiance long and loud ;
''Come-up! Come up, thou torrid god,
That rul'st the Southern sea!
Ho! lijshtsning-eyed and thunder-shod,
Come wrestle her with me!
As tossests thou the tangled cane
I'll hurl thee o'er the boiling main!"
The angry heavens hung dark and still,
Like Arctic night f-n Hecla's hill ;
The luermaM.s sporting on the waves,
Affrighted, tied to coral caves :
The billows checked its curling crest,
Aud tremblfng, sank to sudden rest "
All ocean stilled its heaving breast.'
Reflected darkness, weird and dread,
An inky plain the waters spread
So motionless, since life was fieJ.
Amid the eleineutal lull,
When nature died and death lay dull,
As though itself were sleeping there
Becalmed upon that dismal flood
Ten fated vessels idly stood
And not a timber creaked !
m silence heid each'hollow hull
pave when some sailor, in that nis-ht ;
uppressed with darkness and despair;
Some seaman, groping for the light, '
Kose up and shrieked.
They cried like children lost and lorn :
'Oh, Lord, delivor while you may!
Sweet Jesus, drive this gloom away!
Forever fled, oh, lovely day?
1 would that I were never born!"
For stoutest souls, were terror thrilled,
And warme3t hearts with horror chilled.
"Come ud! Come, up, thou torrid god,
Thou lightening-eyed and thunder-shod,
And wrestle here with me!"
'Twas heard and answered : "Lo! I come
From azure T&ribes
To drive thee cowering to thy home
And melt its walls of frozen foaml"
From every isle and mountain dell,
From plains of pathless chapparel,
From tide-built bars, whera sea-birds dwell;
He daew im lurid legions lorth
And sprang to meet the whiteplumed
North.
Can mortal tongue in song convey
The fury ot that fearful fray ?
Uow ship3 were splintered at a blow
SaiU shrivered into sheets of snow
And seaman hurled to death below!
Two gods commingling, bolt and blast,
The huge waves on each other cast,
And. bellowed o'er the raging waste ;
Then sped, like harnessed steed3 afar,
Amid the midnight din of war
False Hatteras! when the cyclone came
Your waves leapt up with hoarse acclaim
And ran and wrecked yon afeosv!
I Fore'er nine sank ' That lnne hnlt- aiuni
Embedded in thy yellow sands
An hundred hearts in death then stilled,
Are now careised by thee!
Smile on, smile on, thou watery hell,
And tos9 those skuils upon' the ' shore ,
The sailor's widow know3 thee well;
Uis children beg from door to door
And shiver while they strive to tell
How thou hast robbed the wretched poor "
Yon liplesi skull shall speak lor me,
This is Golgotha of the sea!
And its keen hungar is the same
In winters frost or summer's, flame!
When life was young, adventure sweet,
I came with Walter Kaleigh's fleet,
B it here my scattered bone have Iain
And bleached for ages by the main!
Tboucn lonely ence sttaDge folks have come
Till peopled in my barren home
Enough are here. Oh, hied the cry ,
Ye white-winged strangers sailing - by!
The lark that linjers on this wave, :
Will find it smiling but a grave!
Then tardy mariner, turn and floe,
A myriad wrecks are on the lea!
With swelling sail and sloping mast
Accept kind lieaveu's propitious Mast!
Oh, ship, sail on! Oh. ship, sail fast,
Till thou, Golgotha' b quick-sands past,
Hath gamed the open sea at last.
New York Ledger.
THE PINK POCKET.
BY MAEY KYLE DALLAS.
Miss Sara La Rae bad danced alllou a meager day, you would never
the evening at a ball at her next have guessed that anything was
door neighbors, the Peytons. She
wore a pretty pink dress with a
little, lace-trimmed . pocket at the
side. Her principal partner was
young Andrew, Peytpp, who was
deeply in love with her bat had
never told his love.
On this night be had written a
letter, which by adroit management
he contrived to place in the pink
pockei aforesaid. It offered her his
haod and heart and ended :
"If you do not answer, I shall know that
you cannot love me, and shall go away."
No answer came to him, Sara
bad sent the dress, pocket and all?
away in a box to the wardrobe,
where she put dresses she waa wea
ry of. She had not looked into the
pocket and knew nothing of the
letter.
Andrew Peyton took silence for
refasal, and left the country within
a month. In a 5 ear, pretty Sara
was dead. Nobody knew it, bat
she had broken her heart over the
departed lover. And so one ro
mance ended. Oar etory la of an
other. Twenty years had passed. Moss
grew on the white stone over the
breast of Sally La Rue. And at tLe
old La liue place her brother lived
a widower, with one daughter.
Looking up at La Rue fiom the
roadoide, you would assuredly have
believed that the people who lived
there were rich.
It waa the residence, 3 on would
uaturally have said tojouself, of
people of means. And being ans
blessed with real estate, you might
have sighed, with a little spice of
envy, for folk who owned snch a
solid dwelling, such rare old oaks,
snob a smooth-shaven, green, vel
vet lawn, such a garden, and yes,
dwih a gardener. There he was
now among the roses ; but when
you have three wishes given you by
a fairy, it is wise, as the old tale
proves, never to wish yourself any
body else until you examine into
the private a flairs of that individu
al. In the story I alluded to, the
wisher wished himself "that king
there,'' seeing him iu a magic mir
ror, aod, behold 1 he was transform
ed into a monarch who bad been
conquered and was about to be put.
to death by decapitation. Thus the
envious admirer of his property,
who had wished himself Mr. La Kue
because he thought him a rich man,
would have been greatly astonished
to find himself sitting before an old
desk, trying in vain to arrange
cbaotic papers, which, when in or
der, only proved that he was dread
fatly in debt ; or to see his daughter
waited behind bim, with trembling
anxiety, knowing that he could have
no dinner but the salt pork be so
hated, unless, by chance, he had a
a little money about him. If he bad'
it all went well j but, alas ! if he bad
not, he would turn bis wild, black
eyes on her, when she bad spoken
twice, or thrice, and with his deli
cate, ivorystinted 6ngers running
through his fine, curling white hair,
would ask her, in tones of Lear-like
reproach, where she supposed he
could have gotten money f He!
It was in the old days of the
South when a Southern gentleman
might not work, and that wonderful
gardener was their only servant
He was older than Mr. La Rue, and
prouder ot the family. He did the
cooking. Be did all the work ex
cept that done surreptitiously by
Miss Sally ia the privacy of parlor
and bedroom.
This is a fascination to people of
his race in making believe a great
deal, and Scipio spoke of his fellow
slaves, sold one bv one away from
their old home, as though tbey were
about the place still, and, through
his zaal, La Rue looked as well as
ever. He mended the fences, re
paired the verandas, kept the lawn
and garden in order, trimmed the
trees, aud flourished a longhandled
duster among the cobwebs that
gathered so fast in the long, low
hung hall that the spiders loved-
Everywhere the rich old furni
ture, with little upholstery and much
1 carving about it, resisted decay.
Unless you had staid to dinner ou
wrong ; ana men tne raoie woum
have been set with old china ana
good cutlery and silver spoons.
Neither did Mr. La Rue's great
Panama hat, indestructible and
costly, or his welMaundried linen
suits tell anything.
Other women knew that Miss
Sally had not a good gown to her
name; but a man woald have
thought the afternoon dimity, made
out of an extra pair of bedroom cur
tains, very good indeed, when she
pmned one crimson rose at her
throat and another in her black
hair.
The last of a large family early
gathered to the tomb, following
tbeir consumptive mother thither
only a year or two apart, Misa Sally,
at eighteen, was the picturo of
health. The lamily sorrows were
not hers. All was over when she
was born, and life was beforo her,
aud her home was lovely, and she
felt as much above common folk as
a queen. Only asking for house
keeping money and having no
wardrobe to speak of worried her,
nntil the makeshift was concocted
Sally had rummaged the garret for
years, and had made a cloak out of
1 browu table-cloth lined with th
long, flannel petticoat that had been
hers as a baby, had raveled footless
silk stockms, aud knit them over
for herself with cotton tops, and
beaux who dropped in of an even
lug admired her greatly.
It had beeu a tryiog day. Mr.
La Rue had been quite tragic since
dawn, and, since selling Scipio
would no more have been thought
of than selling Sally, had decided to
part with the horse and carriage.
That was a blow. Scipio went un
der it ; Miss Sally turned pale, and
had not the heart to pat roses in
her belt. Mr. La Kue had remaik-
ed that it would be just as well not
to send the halter away, because he
would need that to hang himself
with. Bat at teatime they had
preserved pesimmons, and bread ,
aud butter with the beverage. Sal
ly found a letter at her plate, and,
opening it, read tbis :
"Dear Miss Sally : Uncle
Andrew is coming home and we are
going to give a party for him. He
has beeu away twenty years. I
never saw him before, aud I have
made up my mind it shall be lancy
'Vim in sftmft f-harater. It
is not a masked ball. Papa disap
proves of maskg, bat it will be fun-
"Come early to see the arrivals.
Won't you beg your dear father to
break through his rule for once, and
j )iuue. We should be so honored.
He needn't costume, unless be
cnooses. The elder people will be
allowed to do as they like, but you
?iu$t, my dear. Your loving friend
"'Fanny.
Op, papal'' cried Sally, all ber
sadness gone in au instaut. "You'll
come, won't you
"You have not stated icha','' re
plied Mr. La Rue, with his broadest
accent and sternest voice.
"To a fancy-dress ball, papa,
dear," replied Sally.
"I, who sit here waiting tor the
complete downfall ot oar family I,
who will leave you aoou a beggar
orphan go to a fancy ball 1" cried
Mr. La Rue. "Not anotbar wo'd I"
' Oh, papa I Then I mustn't go
either !" almost sobbed poor Sally
"You're a woman," replied ber
fattier, "The Turks think women
soulless. 1 am not euau but that
they ah right. However, I am too
poar to give you a ball-dress."
"Oh 1 I can make up something
out of nothing. It s my one talent,'
cried Sally. "But let me tell you
the occaaiou. They say your pres
ence would be an honor, and you.
might like to meet
"Not anothah wo'd'' cried Mr. La
Rue.
His obedient daughter held her
tongue, finished her bread and jam,
and, having called lor Scipio to
clear away, went up into the garret
with a candle.
"I'll go as King Cophetua's beg
garftmaid, in artistic rags, if I can't
do better," she laughed.
She looked the old bureau
through, the old cheats, the old
wardrobe, fruitlessly. Several years
of goraging bad emptied them.
But on the top of the wardrobe,
quite out of her reach, stood a long
paper box. What might it not
contain of rumpled gauze or lace
that might be "done up," or silk
that might be cleaned T Miss Sally
turned on her tiny toes and tipped
down the garret stairs.
"ScipH she cried the call was
popular in Sonthern homes, and bells
were rarer than at the North m those
, days "come here, and get that box
down for me off the wardrobe in the
garret.
Scip stumped upstairs, set an old
table against the piece of furniture,
and climbed down. On his way he
stumbled aud fell, tbo box bnrst open
and spread abroad on the garret
floor lay a pink dross of old fashioned
silk, a bow of ribbon to match a fan
and a gauzy scarf, all little bobs and
fringes. Yes, and a little mnalin bag,
from which protruded the toes of a
pair ot slippers, aud gloves all rose,
color and white.
"Why 1 has ray lairy grandmother
beu hero 1" criod Sally, joyously.
"What does it mean ?"
"I kin explain it, miss,'' said Scip,
"iJat yar dress was worn by yo' aunt.
Miss Sara. Dey called her Misa
Sally, je' like lev call yo', To cvan
yo' was boru.
".She was mighfy pretty jes' like
yo', Miss Sally ; jes' like yo An
she went to a ball in dis yar dreHS.
so bright an libely au' happy. She
came home pale an' wau' aud she
seut dis drees all folded up iu de
box np de garret. Said she never
would wear it no mo'. She hated it
an' she never did. She died early,
Miss Sally dats de story miss."
"Poor auntie, I dou't remember
her,'' sighed Sally, "but, Scip, I
think I'll take the dress down-stairs
Tote it dowu for me right away."
"YaB'ui, Miss Sally,'' said Scip,
"an' jes' 'sense me for offering one
wurd of advice: l'se of de opinion
dat ef dat yer dress seems to you to
be suitable fer dis yar ball you
needn't hab no scruples ob con-
scieno about wearin' ob it. Miss
Sarah would hab de houor ob de
family at heart fer you to dress
well, and she wasjes" your height.
jes7 your build. Dat yar dress will
fit you like de skin fits de coon,
Miss Sally. '
It did
"I'm sure,'' thought the giil, as
she tried it on before the glass, "my
poor little auntie never, never care.
1 OUlflO'C II J. Big ouv, ....o. .
the prettiest, quaintast tbiug.
Then Bhe brushed her hair into
the smooth, bat's-'wing style of the
period, and saw a picture so like
tbe portrait of her aunt in the par
I jr below that she almost ecreamed
She wore it to the ball. How
pretty she looked I How quaint !
How sweet! And who ever lacks
a compliment when Southern gen
tlemen aie near to whisper it ! The
sweet intoxicatiou of flattery that
is founded on fact had thrilled the
girl's young blood before her hostess
found the lion of the evening and
brought him to the spot where Miss
Sally stood among her admirers.
A haudsome mau of fortyfivei
youug enough in all outward seems
ing to be still charming; tall, broad"
shouldered, picturesque ; with no
gray in his hair as yet, aud with
his own spiended teeth. For tbe
first time in her lile, Sally's heart
fluttered.
"Uncle, tbis is my friend, Mies
Sally La Rue," seid the voting hos
tess- "Sally, dear, Mr. Andrew
Peyton.''
Then the pretty creature flut tered
away, and the rest of ball was Mr.
A.ndrew Peytou to Sally. We all
know what that means. For hit
part, Andrew Peyton went home
with strange sensations in his heart.
It seemed to him as if be had onct
moro seen his Sara. He had read
her name on the mossy tombstone
in the graveyard, and the barb of
unanswered letter bad rankled iu
his heart bis whole life through ;
but here, fresh and young agaiut
with a look in her eyes that seemed
to say to him : "Try, aud see it you
can win me.'' she stood in the pr
son of Sallie La Rue, her niece, act
ually in a gown of the same pattern.
He did not kuow it was the very
same, with a pink pocket at its side,
into which he had slipped tbe Jet.
ter twenty years before He dream
ed strange dreams that aighr, in
which twiu girls in rose color ran
before him. One was his love, one
a vision ; but whichever be grasped
proved to be the ghost, and melted
in his grasp to nothing.
At dawn he slept. He still slept
at eleven o'clock, when Sally, in her
dimity morniag robe, made out of
disused bed-curtains of her grand
mother's, folded the ball dress in its
box again. She examined it closely
How well they used to sew ; no
Blighting as wo slight onr dressmak
ing, and this pocket how perfectly
i-vey stitch was set. She took out
oat the kercheif, and why ! what
was this? A letter a little faintly
perfumed thing with her name up,
ou it :
! Miss Sara La Rce. :
Of course she was christened "Sara,"
though Sallio waa her home name.
She opened it, her heart beating
wildly. It was au offer of marriage
from Mr. Andrew Peyton.
What a strange romantic thing to
do a man of fiveand-forty a rich
man, a man of the world. It was
love at first sight, and what she had
always longed for. And she knew
slip also had fallen in love with him
Sho whs surn now
All morning Sally was in a dream.
That afternoon she wrote this an
swer :
"Dear Mr. Peyton : On reaching
home, I found your letter in my
pockei. Since you say silence will
mean refusal to you, I reply. But
you know f(i littln of me are yon
sure your feelings will last. You
may call if you like; papa will be
lad to tee you ho shall I but be,
fore you do, let me tell you I am a
poor gii!, indeed. Everything i
b'oing from us. Eveu La Rue, I fear
Even Scipio sta s with us out ol
love, and though my costly dress
last night migh make you think I
had some money, even that whs an
illusion. It was a dress an aunt ot
mine, who died young, left behind
her, else I could not have been at
the ball. I conceal nothing; but
you ask me if I like you. Surely
as well aa I could like you more ;
out we must know each other better
"Sara La Rce "
Scipio took this note to Mr. Pey
ifn, who awoke from his strange
dreams to read if. Ha understood
Qoro i Mil never found the
letter It bad remained in th little
pink pocket twenty years for her
neice to answer . and he shed tears
for tbe lit et time biuee he left his
babyhood behind bim. However,
he called that evening on tbe new
3-ira La Ru9 ; and they are married
now, and his wealth has restored
the old place, aud its master is hap'
py. And Sally, who loves her hus
band so well, will never dream that
tbe answered her aunt's love letter.
It is a secret buried in the depths
of that chivalrous breast ou which
she repose-.
Two Old-Time Love Iutler.
Rural World.
In an old book, dated 1802, there
jS the following curious love epistle,
It affords an admirable play upon
w ids :
M yd am : Most worthy of aduvira
lion ! Af ttr cong;deration and much
meditation on the gre;r reputation
y.u possess in tbe nation, I have a
strong inclination to become your
relation. On your approbation of
the declaration. I shall make pre
paration to remove my situation to
a more convenient station to pro
less ray admiration . and if such ob
lation is worthy of consideration, it
will be an aggrndizatiou beyoud
all calculation ot the joy aud exnl
ta.iou of Yours,
Sans Dissimulation.
This was the still more canons
answer :
Sir : I perused yonr oration with
much deliberation at the great infat
uation of your imagination to show
such veneration ou so nlight a foun
dation. But, afier examination and
much serious contemplation, 1 sup
posed your animation was tbe fruit
ot recreation, or had sprung from
ostentation to display your educa
lion by au odd enumeration, or ra
ther multiplication, of words ot the
same termination, though of great
variation fn each respective signifi
cation. Now, without disputation,
your laborious application in so ted
ious an occupatiou deserves com
mendation and thinking imitation a
sufficient gratification, I am with"
cut hesitation Yours.
Mary Moderation.
Sabscribe for the LINCOLN Cou
BiEB, 8L25 a year.
For the Courier.
Item from It n tit erf or d
College.
On yesterday we had Ihe moat
powerfal storm of wind and rain thi
Ia been experienced here sinoe '52
The clouds and wind came from N.
E., and kept up one continual blow
from 2 A. M., to 7 P. M. The com
I es as flat as if a log had been rolled
ever it. The corn blades are torn
into strings. Corn is certainly great
1.7 injured. To-day, 3Ut inat., it is
raining again, though there is no
wind.
Our community is remarkably
tealthy and peaceful. . Alcoholic ll
qnors seem to havo "signed us a qaiS
c'aim" thanks be to Ood. Our stu
dents are a qniet, studious, peaceable
set of young people. We have a
goodly representation from old
Lincoln Co.; and some of the best
materials, found in humanity.
Rev. Prof. J. K. Aberoethy, our
accomplished pen-man, has "stacked
his young wife out" at her home and
returned to his place in the college
We whalf have, to give him op in
November ; for he has determined to
drop the pen aud take his saddle bags
as an Itinerant, Methodist preach
er. Prof. Abernethy has beeu our
Prof, of Penmanship for a number
of yearn, and I am sure he has no
superior as to thn Science or Ait of
Penmanship in N. C. Vre shall part
with him with much regret, and kuow
not, as yet, how to till bis place.
Ihe college here opened with 50
odd the first week and additious
have been made almost daily. Oar
Theological class is smaller than last
term, becanse. Heven of its number
have been licensed to pieach and are
making arrangements to enter the
regular pastorate.
Several families from about Oliu
and elsewhere are moving here to
educate. We eonld rent a dozen
houses just now If we had them.
News reached us here yestejday
uqon tbe wires that Mrs. Minnie
Aiavun.ier formally uf Char lot i.e,
nownf Hickory, is dead, x r.oro
this death, because she was a uotb
It e lady, well known all over these
counties. The waldeuses are still
increasing in number by tbe addition
of families from Turin in Italy.
They are an excellent class of peo
ple. Success to the "CouKiaR'' aod its
auouiplished. preseut Editress.
Old Lincoln County is our childhood
borne, and we feel a deep interest
in ail her public enterprises.
Trebok
Aug. 31st, 1893.
Xo AM Talk ?
This query is made by a writer in
the magazine of- Natural History,
and he then goes on to say : I one
day saw a drove cf small black ants
moving perhaps to better quarter?.
Tt e distance was some 150 yard?.
Almost all which came from the old
home carried some of the household
goods. Some had eggs, some had
what may have answered for their
ba xm or meat, some had one thing
and some another. I sat and watch
ed them closely for over an hour.
I Doticed that every time two met
in tbe way they would bold their
heads close to each together aa if
gr eting one another, and no mat
ter how often the meeting took place
tnis same tbiug occurred, as though
a snort chat was necessary.
To prove more about it, I killed
one who was on bis way. Others
beiog eye witnesses to tbe morder
went with peed, and with every
ant they met this talking took place
as before. Bnt metead of a pleas
ant greeting it waa sad news they
had to commuuicate. I know it was
sad news, for every ant that these
parties met hastily turned back and
fled on another course, as much as
to eay, "For the king's sake and for
your safety do not go there, for I
have seen a monster, just behind
that is able to destroy ns all at one
blow. I saw him kill one of oar
family I do not kuow how many
more are killed." So the news
spread, and it was true. How was
tbe news communicated, if not by
speech ?
LADIES
Needing atonic, or children who wantbuflA
in up. fhould take
BROWN'S IRON BITTERS.
It U pletMQt to take, cures Malaria. LnS-
CSfUon, milougnegi and Liver ComDlalaia,