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! XX Xj X X JUXJiO. MOCKSVILLE. N. C. .. "U'JIJ.JfllL . " 1 The oldest employes in the Postal De partment in "Washington are James H. Marr, eighty-one years - old, and Inxe Lawrenson, eighty-four. Both were ap. pointed by Andrew Jackson in 1831. Professor Baird says fishes can live to be 150 years old. We don't doubt this in the least. They are always the largest fishes too. That is the kind that always breaks away from the hook at the very last moment, and never is seen again. The electric well or pit in Taliaferro County, Ga., still continues to cure severe cases of chronic rheumatism. The well is located on the side of a small moun tain four miles from the Sharon station, on the Georgia railroad. It was dug last summer in a search for gold. .Tha Rev. John. White, a colored preacher of Greenwood. Ark., who will be 102 years old in July, has taken out a license to marry Mrs. Edie Smith, who is a giddy girl of sixty-five summers. The Rev. John has been preaching eighty-one years, and has married twice. A German paper says mat extraordi nary activity is displayed at;, the Krupp Works in Essen, and that hew biddings are required to enable the works to com plete the orders for guns for the t3erman Government within the specified time. This is not a sign of peace by a'uy means. The plan of throwing a bridge ver the Straits of Messina, that separata Sicily from Italy, will, when consummated, be one of the most striking feats of mViern engineering. The place selected is ere the channel is twa and One-half miles wide and three hundred and sixty-one feet deep, ad two piers will support a viaduct of steel rails to a height of thrue hundred nd twenty-eight feet above thk water. ':. A Springfield (Mass.) man has discov- crcd what has long been pretty well known that the real mission of the mosquito is to purify. He had two hogsheads filled with water, and into one he put a lot of wrigglers or, embryo mosquitoes. The water free from the wrigglers soon be came foul, but that containing them re mained sweet. So he concludes that mosquitoes keep our wamp3 ' from be coming foul and. pestilent. - .-- ? The attention of all electricians is called to fjhe fact that the French Gov- . ernment has offered a prize of 50,000 5 francs (about $10,000) for a scheme ren dering the application of electricity pos sible and economical as a means of heat, light, chemical action, mechanical action, mechanical purposes and medical pur poses. The adjudication of the prize is left to the Academy of Science at Paris, and correspondence from all nations is invrtcd. f There is a specimen in the United States mint which illustrates how a coi may become famous without the le premonition. In 1849 a law passed C gress ordering $20 gold pieces to struck. One piece was struck. S? thing ippened that delayed the wor and, the year closed. Then, of cowd thfi dies had to be destroyed, as nomore t)f that date could be legally issued lit is marked 'unique, " was the only or jruck and hence is "priceless.". . H A cration throughout the courJfy that are interesting reading. The grlat Cambria iro?i works at Johnstown, ?enn., which employs 6,500 persons, has decided ,to make its "company store" a co-operative concern. It sells $1,000,000 a year in goods. . The capital will be $200,000. Holdings by any one person are limited. Dividends cannot go above ten per cent. Stockholders have a first claim of six per cent. : Then air purchasers of $10 worth , of goods have three per cent, off; then the stockholders, if there is still further profit, may have their dividend raised to ten per cent. Above ten per cent, all profit goes to customers in a rebate on purchases. Colonel W. L. Utley,who recently died at Racine, Wisconsin., was "the owner of the last slave on American soil," says a correspondent of the Milwaukee Sentinel. When he was in Tennessee with his resri ment, a colored boy escaped from his master and sought refuge in the Colonel's tent. The owner came into camp the next day and demanded the surrender of his property, but Colonel Utley refused to' give up the boy. Several years afterward the slave-owner brought suit in the United States Court in the - Milwaukee District for damages, and secured a verdict of $1,000, which Colonel Utley paid. 'This," says the correspondent, "was the last judgment' of ; the kind. Colonel Utley applied to Congress for relief, -and ; more than ten . years after the emancipa tion proclamation he was indemnified by the government for the money he gave for the boy's freedom." ' The moke God empties your hands of other works, the more you may' know he has special work to give them. . - LIGHT. 1 said, one day, '0 life, you're little worth Made up of toil and care and blighted hope, With ain and sin and all their ills to cope ; The day Of death is better than of birth." Even as I spoke Love put a hand in mine. And its dear presence drove all groom away, As shadows flee before the dawn of day, And life became a heritage divine. THE LITTLE TRAMP. BY TOM TEASALtr. Several years ago, while fern played as local editor of a Western rural newspa per,! was taking my customary afternoon ramble about town one day when I heard one of a group of boys in a loud voice ask an approaching lad i "Where'd you sleep last night, Bud?" I stopped and turned to see who this 'bud" was that had been asked such a singular question, lie was a slpare boy, apparently not over nine years old, and his pinched features gave evidence of want. His feet were bare, and a hat sev eral sizes too large covered his head to his ears. His clothes were commdn, but iH5t. He passed the crowd of boys, and with a step that indicated energy and ac tivity came toward me. "Mister, do you know anybody that wants to hire a boy?" he asked, in a pure childish voice, and the 'honest blue eyes looked at me hopefullyfor an answer. I knew of no one wanting to hire a boy, especially one so small. My interrogator had evidently undergone severe prlva: tions, and was doubtless greatly ill need of assistance. "What kind of work,' I inquired, "can you do?" "Oh, sir, most any kind," he replied;. "I can build fires and sweep and run er rands and saw wood, but the last work I had was on a farm, and there I dropped corn and pulled weeds and watered and fed the stock, but I took the chills, and Jir. Thompson told me that he wouldn't need me any longer, and he gived me two dollars and told me I'd have to go some where else." "And, how long now have you been without work?" "Almost six weeks." ' And do you mean to say that you have lived On two dollars all this time?" "No, sir. I got so cold o'nights that I'd almost freeze, and so I took one dol lar and seventy -five cents and bought this coat" md he looked down at the coat fondly. "I spent the rest of my money for something to eat when I got hungry," he added. The honest manner Of the boy con vinced me that he was telling the truth, and, inquisitiveness being a part of my business, I began questioning him. "Where is your home?" I asked. t "I haven't got any," he replied. I "Is your father or mother alive?" I ' 'No, sir ; they've both been dead a long feme. When they died a man come and ibok my little brother and sister away, iid I don't know where they went. Mr. 3amnbell said he'd take care of me, but I wanted to be with mv brother and sister. and I run awai' and went the way 1 nu tnem, and just kept on gom',", ahd ere the little istransre tramn broke out into deep sobs . "Mister, if you know anybody that ants to hire a boy, please tell me," he d imploringly after a moment s silence. "cause I'm so hungry." ; 1 took the boy to a restaurant near at and and directed the waiter to give him natever ne wanted. In trie conversa- on m the meantime I learned that he ad been tramping from place to place ince the death of his parents, working at natever ne could get to do for a living. often going for days with scarcelv any thing to eat, and frequently sleeping out doors at night, However, in all his tramps he had never been in a city, and he seemed to think he was the only home less boy in the world. He knew nothing about bootblacks and newsboys. When "asked why he did not go to the Orphans' Home, he inquired with wonder if there was such a place, and his eyes bearded with delight at the thought of there being a home for him. "Oh, I'd do anything for a home !" he exclaimed. "Did you ever go to school?" I asked. "No." . "Can you read?" "Yes, sir. My mother and Sunday school teacher learned me to read, and I never forgot how. I read old papers whenever I can get them. " "Can you write, also?" "Yes, sir; and just let me write some thing for you to show you." I handed him my note-book and pencil. v "Whit do you want me to write?" he asked. "Well," I replied, "write your name." He slowly and carefully scrawled his name on a page of the note-book, and with a sort of triumphant smile handed it to me, remarking: "Can you beat that?" The awkward, irregular letters, run ning across the page as though each was afraid of getting too near the other, formed the autograph of "youres truli thomas D. browne." As I had considerable work to do, I told Tom that I would now have to go, but requested him to come to the Journal office at 5 o'clock and he would find me there. "Are you the man that makes news papers?" he asked. I explained to him that I helped to make one of the many purporting to be such. " , "How much would it cost for me to learn that business? I'd like to be a news paper man, and then I'd get to read lots," he remarked. "Proprietors of newspapers are always anxious to get good, intelligent boys; and they generally pay them sufficient to live on while learning printing, but you are most too small to be a 'printer's devil', now, Tom." ' "Well, how old will I have to be 'fore I'll be 'lowed to learn?" "Your age is not as important as your qualifications. To learn printing properly one should have a good English educa tion, and be quick to think and act." "Yes, but couldn't I do like a great man that I once read about in a Sunday school paper. He commenced to learn the printin' trade when he was a little boy, and didn't know much, but he studied hard and got to be a great mar." " Yes, it is true that : many boys get 1 . i ir education by diligent study t en tering the printing office, and som .f our greatest men were once prin j,0y8' Maybe you could, too, out jsur p nna it very hard, Tom." 1 "I'm used to hard things,"!:' rather dryly, as I started to le The oaner on which I was at t emoloved was not in the need of prentice, and the son of a politic: been promised a situation as soon i cancy was made, so there was no pU-spect for Tom Browne, the homeless anrend- less little wanderer, getting a) fe in had f-Vinf tltn'Mfiit nfRnU - Alt.Hl or talked in a maimer likely to him, for the purpose of krage the strength of his desire to Decoi I believed he would ihake av-xil satis factory aoorenticei and that the printing Office would be the best means for t proveraeht of the boy mentally, his education was very limited, it Doorer than other boys whom I had to become good printers, and sonaj ltors and publishers. I neprinting. according to contemporary , has been the school-room oi many o; prominent men of public life, and it is appropriately called by some the "Amer ican Boy's College." It has an cheat ing influence upon the boys which is to be found in no other place, and I hlcame convinced that Tom ought to be jfraced in a printing office, but I saw no lay of getting turn tnere." My afternoon's work consisted KLJsvrit ing an account of the startling derelop ments growing out of an investigation of the records of several county omcii I had about exhausted my notes w: "devil" Of the office came in rimincedt ' 'There's a little barefooted f elle; the hall that wants to see yoti. The "little barefooted feller" was! and he came toward me looking "I had frood luck to-day, an sive voU this much now for vrl done for me to-day;" and as ne saia tais he laid twenty-five cents on the fcjhb be fore me half of his earnings. E re marked that he owed me nothing nd protested against taking it v but he looked displeased I said nothing furaer, and put the money in my pocket. , "Well, I'm goin' to leave to-morrow," Tom remarked after a short silence. "You've been a mighty good friead to me to-dav. and it makes me feel Hrfder bad to think about not seein' you'ai but then I must go. It's gettui' cold weather, and I want to find asti iob if I can 'fore winter comes on. sroin' to start early in the mornin', guess I won't see you again 'forelleate" The boy s worcis maae me ieeiDaaiy, too. and I made noreDiy. Alter 101 at me in silence for a moment or t said: "Some day I'm going to be a nm a- per man, too." H "What direction do you intend t jit Tom?" I asked. m "I'm goin' to take the tr. road," re plied. ' jrS. I had a warm f rien; Hojwas tor of a newspaper i bered having heay1 dayin thecoum tweu"-o;ort v bad apprentices. ' Reooo ting wait a tew moments, as 1 nad a to send bv him, I wrote a letti monson, recommenrding Thoinas D. Browne as the boy I thought he hadlong been hunting for; that, although hawas quite small, and perhaps illiterate he was quick of movement, was anxious to learn. and I believed would be satisf actorv; Ithat at least he was worthy a trial. I haided the letter to Tom, and requested to deliver it to C. E. Edmonson! when he reached P. We then went to a boaiding house near by, and I directed thfe land lord to give Tom meals and lodging. As the lad would receive no money fron me, I also gave the landlord a dollar, vhich was to be given Tom before he left bwn. I did not have courage to bid tht boy "good-by," and without saying a vord to him I hurriedly started to leave but he caught me by the hand, and, hiseyes glistening with tears, he looked upt t me sorrowfully as ne said: I muttered some reply and htried away. That was the last time I sawrom Browne, the little wanderer, biltwo weeks afterward I received a lettetfrom Edmonson, and a note from Torfiwas inclosed, which read as follows : I "dear friend I got hear All Righkndi Am wurking in mr. edmonsons printi4joffis i like it veri well and i thanke yu f orting that letter i hope i will sea yu sum da i youres truli pf "thomas D. brows." Several weeks afterwards my conec tions with the Journal came to annd, and I went West with the innuineable caravan of fortune seekers. For seeral years I wandered through Mexico an. the Southern and Western States, iitcen years passed by. An excitingfpolrical campaign was in progress, and !Hva or dered to accompany General &. in his canvass of a Western State for. the pur pose of reporting his " grand bvadons and masterly efforts." At mst places there were committees whose special duty it was to provide for the comfort and pleasure of the representatives of the press, and these committees, without ex ception, seemed to regard it as necessary that every member of the lofcal pjess from the item-catcher to the editor-in-chief, should go through the ceremonies of an introduction, y A large assemblage greeted our prty at a small city in the interior of the State, and a long procession, headed by our barouche, as usual, passed through the principal streets. As we were passing a ro w of fine business houses mylattention was directed by a gentleman at my sicje to an attractive building whiche stated was the publishing house of th Tirn a' prosperous journal of great iilfluencg'i!! that section, and that the editor, though a young man, had manifested remarkable ability. As the procession proceeded other evidences of the little ctf s thrift were pointed out. When wejantivea at the wigwam a large crowd had assembled Generals, spoke for over two hours and was followed by two or three local rxli ticians, who made short speeches. Vien the meeting adjourned we had iust thirty minutes left in which to reach rhe train, and as we were about to start one pf the Committee on Entertainment beck oned me aside and introduced rr Browne, editor of the Timei" a en looking young man of pleasing addreso As the fraternal grip was passed Re marked : ' "We have met before." - : 1 e" Where, and when I had met this u. Inowii fed- slbl and hAthe arian- fitin C-om, ihifiage SrtdEd- Browne I could not recall to' rnind. Ob serving my contusion, he continued : "I see you don't recognize me now, but doubtless you remember . meeting-, about fifteen years ago. in T., a half starved and homeless lad named Tom Browne." Chicago Ledger. Beecher's Love of Beautiful Jewels. Mr. Beecher's fondness for jewels is well known. P. C. Manvel, a jeweler in Maiden Lane, and clerk of Plymouth Church, said the other day: "Mr. Beecher did not care for the intrinsic value of gemSj but for their beauty of Color. He Cared touch more for opals, sapphires, rubies and rimethysts thaii for diamonds. He had hp liking for stones that had been cut for intaglios and cameos. He used to say of such stones : 'Oh, what a pity! they have been ruined.' "Form and color appealed t6 hint most strOnglyi He used to say that he liked the sapphire better than the opal, owing to the fact that the color was richer. He had several fine specimens which he car ried about with him most of the time. He used to cpme to my store and rum mage by the hour among the precious stones, and he would do the same thing at other jeweler's shops. When in Bos ton, Chicago or San Francisco, he used to do the same. He told me that one of the regrets with which he left London was that he could not bring with him an especially fine amethyst. "He did not vear jewels often. He had a fine aquamarine set in a ring, which he sometimes wore in the pulpit of Ply mouth Church. And he had a splendid opal which he Used to wear when away from Brooklyn. But he was averse to making any display of precious stones. He enjoyed their wealth of color and seemed to find inspiration in thetfl. He used to say that when tired it rested him to look at gems. "He did not have a large collection of them, but a choice one. He prized the best specimens and bought what suited his own taste. He seemed to know what he wanted, and could tell the value of a stone at once. Without special training he was an expert in gems." Neio Torn Tribune. Indian Corn as an Aid to Happiness. Some good things are heard hov arAl then in the New York elevated railroad cars, and the advice of a noted physician to a young man who complained of nervousness, loss of vision, night sweats and a poor appetite the other morning, which was overheard by a reporter for the Mail and Express, is one of them. "Throw away your cigarettes and eat a gepd bowl of mush and milk for your breakfast," said the learned doctor, "and you will not need any medicine. Indian corn i3 essentially an American institu tion. As the staple food of 'our daddies' it can really be said to have helped to lay the foundation of this great republic. With its, product, the hog, it was in the Hremote past almost the sole iood ft the rural districts, and the that . can be prepared from its forms are of mush greater variety v imrvdJs wheat. Like "bfc- rrfbbit, it is gwuto roast, tobake ortovbil, and can be fermented and turned into whisky, but its stimulating qualities We best procured by making it into a mush. It contains a large amount of nitrogen, has qualities anti-constipating and is easily assimilated. Though origi nally the poor man's food, it has come to be the rich man's luxury. It is cheap and has great nutritive properties. A course of Indian meal in the shape of Johnny cake, hoe-cake, corn or pone-bread and mush, relieved by copious draughts of pure cow's milk, to which, if inclined to dyspepsia, a little lime water may be added, will make a life now a burden well worth the living, and you need no other treatment to correct your nervous ness, brighten your vision and give you sweet and peaceful sleep. Mounting a Herd of Buffaloes. Mr. Hornaday, the Government taxi dermist, has a herd of queer-looking buf faloes in his studio in the old armory building devoted to the Fish Commission in Washinton. They are all the hulks or insides on which the hides are to be stretched. Mr. Hornaday does not use the sekletons of the animals in mounting them, but makes up wooden ones. The whole herd, when done, will be mounted in the National Museum, and the poor, old moth-eaten effigies now on exhibition will be burned. As soon as Mr. Horna day finishes the bull buffalo, on which he will take the greatest pains, it Willi be placed out in the Smithsonian grounds, where earth and background will resem ble as much as possible the animal's na tive plains, and the taxidermist, rigged up in cowboy hat, leggings, and hunting shirt, mounted on his broncho, cinched and loaded as he was in Montana will go through the pantomime of shooting the old beast again. During the performance oovpral instantaneous ohotographs of the oiece will be taken. This bull is the finest , -.r . r J 3 "L : 1 4 buiiaio Jnr. iiornauay seuurcu. wmie uui on his official hunt. He was the last one eopn on d his eaDtor rode up alongside and had an opportunity to study the no ble animal tor several minutes Deiore T,nnfino him. Mr. Hornadav even dis- mounted and sketched the old fellow. This has been of great advantage in stuffing and mounting him. New York Sun. ' Getting' Ahead. i. saw a classic head With many a flowing curi, A sweetly pretty face And figure of a girl ; I stood and pondered long, In meditation lost, And tried to reckon up How much the fixin's cost. Texas Sif tings II. I saw a modern head That smelt of hair oil crude, A simple grinning face And figure of a dude; I stood and ponder'd long, In meditation deep, And tried to calculate How long the thing would keep. Gorham Mountaneer. in. " I saw a gory head . 'Twas scratched and sadly torn ' Upon whose troubled face A slugger's wounds were borne ; I stood and pondered long, In meditation lost, -Wond'ring from whose sanctum The fellow had been tossed. Whitehall Times. m AND MKS. BOWSER BOWSER SHOW'S GREAT TEN DERNESS OF HEART. Hat . Balked in his Endeavor To Do Good A Talk With KHaa. "I don't want the public to' get the im pression that Mr. Bowser is not a! good hearted man," says Mrs. Bowser, if. the Detroit Free Prv!. "Such an idea would do him great injustce. He is a little queer in some of his ways, but all right as a whole, and a more tender-hearted man never lived. When we began house keeping and got our first hired girl, Mr. Bdwser called me into the library, shut the doorrand dropped his voice down to the confidential pitch and said :" "3Irs, Bowser, let's start out right. Let's respect the feelings of that poor girl in the kitchen "Certainly." "She's just as good as we arc, and we musfl't piit ofl any airs over her. She shall Cat at the table with us,- and if she has any time from her work ton might learn her how to sing and play the pinna." "I can't ouite airree with vou. Mr. Bowser.'' . i "Oh, you can't Woman's mortal j enemy is woman. Well, I'm going out and have a little talk with Eliza and tell her what I'm' willing to do.'' I listened at the kitchen door. Mr. Bowser is no man to beat about the bush. He went right at the busint-s in hand by saying : "Eliza, nobility does not consist in riches." She slid away from him toward the sink. "You are riot to blame for being in yottr present position. How would you like to take singing lessons?" She looked at him with open mouth. "And learn to play the piano?" She opened her mouth till wider. "And, perhaps, learn how to sketch and paint?". She seized a pan of water in the sink and whirled on him with: "You cross-eyed old reprobate lo talk to an innocent girl in that, fashion I Get out of my kitchen or I'll drown you in a minute !" When we sat down to supper I won dered why Eliza hadn't put on a plate for herself, and I asked Mr. Bowser when I should begin her piano lessons. "Mrs, fiowser have you lost the little sense you possessed two or three months ago?" he hotly exclaimed, and I thought it best to let the subject drop right there. A few days after that a boy about eight years old came to the door to beg, and as soon as Mr. Bowser caught sight of him he observed : "Call the little shaver in and let him see that the milk of human hindncss has not all dried up. Now give him a good breakfast." The cook stuffed him until he could eat no more, and then Mr. Bowser brought him into the sitting-room and cut his hair, washed the little one's face with his own hands, and was going to call the cook in to washihis feet, when I protested: 1 "ISbw, MF. Bowser, tltyit Is going too far. We don't keep a county house here." "Don't we? I wouldn't have your mean spirit for all the money in America! It is just such people as you who have ad ded to the woes of poverty and the wick edness of the world." "But we can't make such a fuss over every beggar who comes along." "Nobody expects you to. Vou are ex pected to stand in the door with a crow bar and brain every poor unfortunate who stops to ask for a mouthful of food. I shall go home with this boy. 1 want to have a talk with his father, and it may end in my adopting him." Mr. Bowser led the boy away, and it seemed, as I afterwards came to know, went home with him. When he left the boy's house a man was chasing him with a shovel, and a woman with a hoc handle was trying to head him off, and the boy himself stood in the door and clapped his hands. Whon Mr. Bowser came home I asked what had become of his adopted son, and he roared at me : "None o' your business! If I had your spirit I'd expect to be struck by light ning !" When we got our horse we got a man to take care of him, and at their first interview I heard Mr. Bowser say-' to him : "Now, Mr. Johnson, you are not to blame for your lack of education. ' You have not had a show. Take that barn and manage it according to your own judgment. I've got a suit of clothes in the house for you, and there are plenty of books in the library." Mr. Johnson took ten books from the library on the first day of his arrival. On the second day he disappeared. So did the books. So did the harness and robes and a lot of tools. Mr. Bowser was furious. He wanted ten detectives on the case all at once, and as he started to telephone for them I said : "Perhaps he has retired to a cave with the ten books to enrich his mind." "And perhaps I ain't the biggest idiot in the State of Michigan for marrying you 1" he shouted back as he ground away at the crank and lifted the Chief of Police of his chair. Already Pressed. "What does this mean, Emma?" asked a boarder who had just joined the select circle in Montague Place. "Did this turkey wear a shirt?" "What do you mean, Mr. Brown?" re turned Emma severely. "Here is a shirt button in the stuffiing, and I merely wanted to know if it be longed to the bird," said Brown, carefully placing the button on the side of his plate. "Now I think of it, sir, it may be all right ; I believe the missus bought that turkey already dressed." Not bad for Emma. American Register. No Silver Lining Any More. Something had gone wrong with Sar casticus, and he was despondent, "Come, cheer up," said his wife. "It will all come out right in the end. You know 'every cloud has a silver lining.'" "No, I don't know it," replied ar casticus gloomily, -'and what is more, I don't believe it. If they did have a f.ilv tr lining somtf smart cuss -would have in vented a machine for ripping the lining out before this." St. Paul HeraU. Wouldn't Spoil the Dlaaer. An old! war veteran, who had been through half a dozeai campaigns and was flot very particular about what ho te, was invited out to a swell dinner party. sat almost directly cyposit th hostess,- and was painfully conscious that every move ho mode could bo observed by her. Suddenly, at the Iright of the festivities, the veteran cam across a caterpillar in his salad. A furtive glance at the hostess disclowd the fact tliat h too hed disepvered the embnrnwsing circumstance. It was a critical moment, but the old soWier was equal to the oc casion. Without changing a muscle gathered up the caterpillar with a fork ful of the salad and swallowed both ! The look of gratitude which he received from his hoste, ft few minutes later, warmed the very ccwkle of his heart. In due time the story lelud out, and when somebody nsked the old Afrmpaigner how he liked caterpillar Fabu?, the reply came like a hot-shot : " Do ym take me for a man who would spoil du111 party for a little thing like a caterpuuir I 1 Detroit Free Prf "S. A kkwspapkr corresi ondent writing from Jacksonville, Fla., says that the town is full of Northern folks, and that the position of the natives is well stated in the words of a little darkey who, Bsked how he got a living, said: "In do Bummer, sah, we lives offen de fishes; and in de wintah we lives offen de sick Yankees." 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The Davie Times (Mocksville, N.C.)
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May 20, 1887, edition 1
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