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North Carolina Town where Time
and Tide Seem to Have Waited.
HERE is a little town in
North Carolina where
time and tide seem to
have waited says the New
lork Herald in a copy
righted story by Louise
Eberle, where a century past and gone
has sat down to rest and wait, maybe, the
end of time. The spirit of that other
century finds here unchanged the scenes
of her youth streets, houses, ivy covered
church and schools, great trees and
above all, that city of the equal dead that
is the great beauty of the place, all are
as they were when her first days dawned
among them and she looked forward with
wide young eyes to what the years would
Each Easter there is held in this old
city a feast given by the living to both
living and dead, where those who have
died since the Easter before are, as it
were, the guests of honor. And this is
the strange tale of it.
The twin towns Winston-Salem are
veritably an example of the past chained
to the present. Winston new, bustling,
growing, the worm s largest tooacco
market, thrilling with life and energy ;
Salem what its name means, peace
peace with a century and a half drawn
over her head like a veil to keep out the
glare of the world.
About 1752 the settlers of this town
came from M ravia, and there was then
transplanted to this new soil a bit of the
Old World that has remained as it was
unchanged, unchanging, waiting and
content to wait, sitting aged among
strong young cities, untouched by their
youth, their progress or change.
The outer world take3 very little cog
nizance of this ancient, quiet place save
to send its sons and daughters to its fam
ous schools to be educated till Easter
week. Then trains bring in outsiders
till Winston is crammed for it is the new
town that, with its modern accommoda
tions, reaps the financial benefit of the
attractions of the old, to which the old
place is serenely indifferent. Thousands
come and each year the throng is greater,
and all who come leave wondering why
no pageant has ever awed them as this
ceremony, so simple that even the word
'ceremony" is too much.
A love feast and an eastern dawn ser
vice are what bring the outside thousands,
the first taking place on the afternoon of
Saturday, or Great Sabbath, and the
second Easter morning. It is the love
feast that has about it the element of the
emarkable that sets the thing apart,
unique, unanalyzable, and holds a multi
tude in a spell it cannot define. For it is
so devoid of the mysterious that it be
comes a mystery itself, like the sun that
by un wrapping itself utterly makes it im
possible for the human eye to look upon
it ; for so simple is it that it has about it
the awe of the simple manger at Beth
lehem; so empty of pomp that it bows
the heart to worship as the splendor of
no king could do. Its one explanation
is that it is in spirit and .truth, as well
as in title, a love feast.
All in the hot spring sunshine the
people gather and crowd the wide roads
between rows of giant ancient elms.
They pass, on their way from one town
to another, the museum where is a won
derful collection of relics of the ancient
days, one of the quaintest being the fire
engine with leather buckets brought
from Europe in 1695. The boys' school
building now used by the local historical
society, dates back to 1794, and the girls'
school with its white pillared, ivy cov
ered portico, has long passed the cen
tury mark. To it maidens came in the
olden day from far and wide ; came by
stage or on pillions to receive the polish
necessary for a Southern lady.
But quaintest of all is the little gabled
brick dwelling which was built in 1769
as a "brethren's house"' but which is
now the ."widow's house." It proudly
boasts an ancient ghost, the "Little Red
Man," who, clad in scarlet jacket and cap,
remains faithful to the house where he
once lived in flesh.
Washington was, once entertained in
Salem, and the old brick tavern where he
rested still stands as a memorial.
But for all their history there is no
place in the old town which can rival in
the hearts of the people the ancient
church, built over a century ago. It
stands at the crossing of two quaint
streets, plain, unpretentious, ivy covered.
Its one claim to distinction, being that to
it come each year from far and near thou
sands united by no bond of blood or in
terest, drawn solely by the .knowledge
that here each year there unveils itself in
hearts the spirit of brotherly love, that
primal emotion of the soul that antedates
man's history, in the flesh, that is the
voice of deep calling unto deep. The
stranger coming for the first time may
have expected to find a strange pomp and
ceremony the magnet which draws these
thousands, but it is the lure of utter sim
plicity and the irresistible attraction of
love alone that brings them.
When every nook and aisle has been
filled the ' Bishop rises to welcome the
throng. The present Bishop is Edward
Rondthaler, a man whose gentleness and
childlikeness are his only cloak of dignity
and who is patriarchal because of them.
In his greeting he does not speak of wel
coming strangers to his church ; he tells
of his gladness at seeing so many chil
dren of one Father and one Christian
Church together. Then he speaks of the
love feast, and as the quiet words go on
one realizes slowly that this great re
union is not only of those who are there
in the flesh, but of the dead also, and
strangely, without fear, one feels that
this thing,unbelievable in other surround
ings, is true here that all are gathered
together from both sides of the veil in
peace, in love, in fellowship. Then
there is no mystery about it, no miracle
about it in utter simplicity, in words
like a child's the Bishop speaks of the
presence there of the elder brother of
them all, Christ, and one feels that this