THE PINEI1UUST OUTLOOK.
Pinehurst Casino.
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OPEN FROM NOVEMBER 1st TO JUNE 1st.
This tasteful building is designed for the comfort .and convenience of the resi
dents of Pinehurst, all of whom are privileged to make use of it.
The Ladies' Parlor and Cafe are on the lower floor, and the second floor has
Heading Jfooin supplied with daily Papers and all the Popular Periodicals, Billiard
Jjooni, smoking Koom and Hath Kooms.
The Casino Cafe.
The Casino Cafe provides Excellent New England Cooking.
Table Board $4.50 per Week.
Dinners $2.50 per Week.
A BAKERY is connected with the Cafe, where families can
obtain supplies. Address for Board
Mrs. A. E. UPHAM,
Pinehurst, N. C.
THE MAGNOLIA, Pinehurst, N. C
RATES: $8.00 TO $12.00 PER WEEK.
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The Magnolia is under the same man
agement as last winter, M r. J. L. Pottle,
who has had more than twenty years' ex
perience as proprietor of The Highland
House, Jefferson Highlands, N. H. This
house is modern in all appointments;
steam heat throughout, open lires in all
public rooms and several of the cham
bers, electric lights, bath rooms, the best
of running water and perfect sanitary
arrangements. Cooking by first class
Northern cook. Table supplied with good
food, well cooked and neatly served. No
pains will be spared to make it home like
and pleasant for all guests. For further
information address
J. L, POTTLE, Pinehurst, Moore County, North Carolina.
The
CONCORD
Is now open for the en
tertainment of Ladies
and Gentlemen seeking
A Winter Home.
This house is under the management of Mr. and Mrs. .1. Milton Kobinson, of
Xort.Ii Heading, Mass., who will endeavor to make it home-like and agieeable
lor their n.-ifimiu
TERMS, $8.00 TO $12.00 PER WEEK.
West Harmony think of you, let 'em
write to the selectmen? Threatened his
life, indeed! Why, you never said boo
to a goose, since I've known any
thing 'bout you."
"I d'know, 'Liza Jane," replied Mr.
Dewey, not wholly pleased at her vigorous
defence of his peaceable character, "I
guess I was puty ha'sh with Cicero that
time when he nigh about burnt us
all uj) 1J" buildin' n tire in the middle of
the woodshed to warm his hands.
"Well, I dunno what you call harsh.
It sounded to me 's if you was invitin
him in to dinner, instid o' threatenin' his
life.'!
"Mebbe so. wife, mebbe so, but I guess
we've talked 'null" 'bout that," said Mr.
Dewey with great dignity.
The tired feeling of which Mrs. Dewey
had complained never left her after this.
Her little store of strength decreased
from day to day, until at last it was all
gone, and the doctor said she could not
live through the night.
A week had passed since it had been
explained to Mr. Dewey that there was
no hope for her, and during that time he
had gone about in a dull, bewildered
way that was pitiful to see. He had no
knack in the sick room, and it was hard
to make him understand what was neces
sary to be done. So the neighbors, who
were as kindhearted as they were dole
ful and inquisitive, took charge of every
thing and let him wander about as he
would.
When in the house, he dozed much of
the time in some hunny corner, a large
print copy of the Psalms open upon his
knees. Out of these slumbers he would
wake with a start, shuffle into the room
where his wife lay, and stand gazing at
her wistfully as an affectionate dog
might. But lie never said anything un
less she spoke to him, which was seldom
the case.
Every morn in he worked a little while
in the garden in a desultory fashion,
raking over and over again the same spot
of ground, with strange persistency, and
often getting clumsily down on his knees
to feel the moist brown earth. A few
things were already showing tender green
tips, but most were yet in seed. The air
was full of the odor of hot turpentine,
distilled from the pines. Brown wire-
grass waved its lean arms protectingly
i hove the confiding violet that nestled
it its feet, while here and there a yellow
throated iris stood stillly up, proud of its
blue an gold. Overhead a warm March
wind roared among the trees, and made
i wild witch dance in the fallen oak
ljaves. Everywhere was the promise of
fresh life and a renewal of the old.
So it was, also, in the quietest room in
the little square house. Slowly, surely
new life was springing upward from
the withered husk into the sunshine of
immortality. There had been a long
ind weary seed time, but it was nearly
past.
continued next week.
A Graduate.
"I hope," said the philanthropic caller
it the jail, "that you appreciate the true
meaning of repentance."
"I reckon I does," replied the hard
ened offender. "1 spent eight years in a
penitentiary." Exchange.
Advertise your business through the
columns of The Outlook.
An Amicable Arrangement.
Mrs. Bronson "The Sillibys have
readied an agreement with the owner of
their flat houses."
Mrs. Marble So?"
"Yes. Their children are to be allowed
to visit them once a week." Life.
A NureThliifc.
"I dunno as I kin git my money back,"
said Mr. Corntossel, as lie ruefully rubbed
Ills brow, "but I must say as how I ain't
going to recommend any customers to
that concern."
"Have you been making investments?"
"I sent a dollar to a man who adver
tised that he would tell a sure way to
make money fast."
"Didn't you get any answer?"
"Yes, He says, 'put glue on it.""
The Washington JSlar.
Feminine Diplomacy.
He "Why is it, Nellie, that I never
hear you ask any one if your hat is on
straight, as 1 so often hear other women
do?"
She "Why, dear, it's because I love
you so much."
He "But I fail to see what that has
got to do with it."
She "Just think how disgraceful and
humiliating it would be to you were I to
call any one's attention to a hat I've
worn two years."
N. B. The following Sunday she ap
peared in the very latest creation of the
milliner's art. Exchange.
Outwitting a Creditor.
Saint Foix, the French poet, who was
always in debt, sat one day in a barber's
shop waiting to be shaved, lie was lath
ered when the door opened and a trades
man entered who happened to be one of
the poet's creditors, and angrily demand
ed his money. The poet composedly
begged him not to make a scene. "Won't
you wait for the money until I am
shaved?" "Certainly," said the other,
pleased at the prospect. Saint Foix then
made the barber a witness of the agree
ment and immediately took a towel,
wiped the lather from his face and left
the shop, lie wore a beard to the end of
his days. San Francisco Argonaut.
In Germany teachers are very
badly paid. At a teachers" festival
somebody proposed the toast, "Long live
our school-teachers!" "What on?"
asked a cadaverous looking specimen,
raising in his seat. Exchange.
The following incident happened at
one of the "catecheesms" which are held
periodically in Scotland for all the mem
bers of the kirk of a certain district.
The lesson was in Ecclesiastes," says
Mr. Johnson; "and one day they had
been discussing the verse in which Solo
mon says, 'Among a thousand men I
have found one, but among a thousand
women 1 have found not one,' meaning
one just and good and upright. And an
old Scotchwoman, when she had listened
in silence and heard the rest accept it as
present and gospel truth, got her dander
up, and rose to her feet. 'Hoot!' she
said indignantly, her eyes blazing. 'Do
you find why that was? It was because
nae dacent woman wad be seen in his
company!' " Milwaukee Wisconsin.