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A Family Newspaper : Perot ed to Homo Interests and General Heirs; TERMS $2.00 Per Ann b m All .cemnronications for the paper, aid business letters, should be addressed U - THE BANNER, Rntherfordton, N. C. PUBLISHED AT RUTHERFORDTONlV N. C EVERY FRIDAY MORNING. . ro n-v; riTST r? rJ.- orc, . . --i v- .. hp- oneiscb,oneir,rtwz:: .v. b0 71 --r , r r::. - : : I y . v , - 7 I ! , - . - - inch, each equentirtion ---.Mf II II 1 I r, ES I I I I 1 1 I I I I I I ? II II II II I t i 1 1 v 1 1 II 1.- ; III" II I I II II II II t I J il ' j 1 IX BIGHT OF HOME. 1 VI KATBXKK X. COKWAT. ' Fae he'a 1 sight, the ehctra In sight ! The longed-for lights of home I sea ! I ling for very heart's delight And yon, my iend, through drk and bright I know that you are glad for me. . It waa a stormy voyage, friend .And dare I dream the worst is o'ar? Drear presages of hapless end 1 Dismay me not ; yet heaven defend I " . Bhips have gone down In right of shore. ( ongbt to be afraid, I know, My wayward past remembering ; ' Tet calmly into port I go. " Whose " Sursnm corda" cheers me so t . c How is it I am fain to sing 7 . (a it because my mother stands - . " The tttI-me!h,er, f airHSd wtSs-r-'. " lust where the waves break on tho eanca Reaching to me her welcoming hands, Lifting to God her praying eyea ? - y . . ; . - j ), friand, I'm drifting from your Eight The home-lights brighten niomeudy f et lift once more your signal-light, In answer to my'latt good-uigbt, And tell me yon are glad for ma I ' A POLICEMAN'S MISTAKE. 1 It was a dull, rainy day, toward t?e ericl of Angxist one of those days when earth and sky alike-are gray and dreary, and the raindrops pattering against tle window sound lika human sobs. The clock that hung against the wall pointed to the hour of 3 in the aAernoon, arid X was sitting by myself in onr little, li ner office, looking out at the expanse if ,dull,' gray wall that formed my onfy . prospect from the not over-clean win dow, and thinking. I had read eveiy. square inch of type in the newspapers ; I had made out all the necessary papers . "aad documents, and now, with literally nothing to do," I was musing aboiit Kitty "El ton, and wondering how longilt . would be before I should be able $0 marry her. . ! Dear little Kitty I She. was aa swe&t and as patient as it was in the nature jpf a woinari to be. but I knew it was a haid life for her in that overcrowded milJJ ' ner'a work-room, day after day arid month aiter month, and I longed to sft ' her free from the monotonous. captivity.' She was a pretty, blue-eyed girl of 2p, . with a dimple in her ?hin, and the sweut es.t roses' on her cheek that ever inspired " ' the pen of a poet. I was no poet, yet.fi think I understood and appreciated all her womanly grace and delicate beauj' as fully; as if. my heart s thoughts could shape themselves into verse. And 'it was of them I was thinkinpr wh A y-vy-vx rnn A1 q n rl fr niamiop namck in Mr. Clenner was our "chief "a darft. silent little man, with square, stern mouth and clouded gray eyes, which ap peared almost expressionless when thejy turned full upon you, and yet a naH a mile beyond the Tillage of Drownville the residence of Mrs. Mat teson, the mother of the audacious forg er. If help was needed I waa fully au thorized to call for it upon the constab ulary authorities of Drownville, but I expeeted to need none. The rosy dawn was just flushing the eastern sky when I alighted, stiff, weary and jaded, from the train, at tho little way station of Drownville. ' ' Can you direct me to Mrs. Matte son's plade ? " I asked of the sleepy station-master, who was yawning behind the little aperture of the ticket office MattesbnMrtT Mattesca : I don't 1 know her, but I guess likely 1 can tell von where she lives. Just you follbw the main street of the village out about half a mile, and ye'll come to a patch o' woods with bars at the fence. Go through them bars a little iurtner on, and ye'll see a Kttle yaller house, just the last place in the world where you'd expect to see a house. That's where Mrs. Matteson lives." - ; I thanked my informant, and set . out on a brisk walk, carrying my traveling bag. It was quite a distance ere I emerged from the suburbs of the "main sheet" into a quiet and secluded road, or, rather, lane. The "patch o' woods," with the bars, and the ' little yaller house " a cream-colored cottage, liter ally overgrown with honey-suckles rewarded my search, and aa I knocked t.t thedoora clock somewhere ' inside struck 7. ' 7 A decent-looking, elderly woman in widow's weeds came to the door. "Is Mr. Matteson in ? Mr. Perley ! " " No," she answered qmckiy, with, as I imagined, rather a confused look. I did not believe her, and asked quietly : ' When do you expect him home ?" "Not at present." , to go how much more winning and graceful she was than poor Kitty Elton. ' At length an answer came to my re port to Mr. Clenner it was shcrt and to the purpose: ' Come back you are only losing time. If j the bird has flown we must look elsewhere for him." r I read . the missive with a pang. Clara Matteson's cheek deepened in color as I announced . my departure to her. .. '' "Ton have been.far kinder than we dared to hope, Mr. Meredith," Vhe said as.I held her hand in mine. . : ilYou will think of "me sometimes, Clara?" . ' ( - - The reader will easily see how our in timacy had progressed. , She smiled, hung her head, and, taking a pair of scissors from thef able, severed' one bright black curl jj from the abundant tresses that hung over her forehead. " Keep this, Mr. Meredith, in memory of mo."; . ner said; it would imdoubtedly prove a good lesson to me.' ! Perley Matteson's girlish'- beauty is eclipsed in the State's prison nor do I pity j him. The stake for which he played! was high and he lost. Chicago Inter Ocean. - s the 1 atjja if T n were turnea iuu upon you, which seemed - to , see everything elance.' He sat down beside me. " Meredith," he said in a quiet, suK- dued tone that 'was natural to him, " didn't you say you were getting tird ,5.5 of doing nothing ? ' ; . . "Yes, sir." ! " Well, I have something for you to do." .. . . v . ; ! .'; . Jj "What is it, sir?" , - j- ( " Something that will bring you both ! credit and friends, if you manage lit skillfully. I had intended to go myself. but circumstances happen untoward! and ! shall send you, instead." Bencunff his Jiead. towara me an1 ppeaking scarcely" above . a whisper, lfe told me the special business onwhictel was to be sent. There had been, it seems, a series ot very heavy forgeri. lately committed; with a boldness arl' audacity that fairly seemed to set tlie authorities at defiance. For some time he had been in doubt as to the exact perpetrator of the crime, but, after much quiet investigation and -castihg hither and thither, he had detected the ' hidden spring one Perley. Matteson4 who' had skillfully eluded all pursuit, and was now somewhere hiding in thje northeastern portion of the State. ' Has ' whereabouts had been ascertained aiS" nearly as possible, and it was for me o go quietly up and apprehend him, b- r fore'' he : should become aware of our ?. . . . i i . knowledge of all his movements. I " I sat listening to all the various de- tails of our plan as they w'ure sketched out by Mr. Clenner. The reward tht had been privately offered was high-i- ; my heart leaped as I reflected how much l - ' 1 a Tt'i i T?li L5 nearer it wouia-Dring me joaviuy naton, nor did the enterprise seem particularly ; difficult to accomplish. ' "Do you think you can do it?" Mi. Cleimer asked, after the whole thing had been laid before me. '-. . A I " Yes, sir. ' When shall I start ? " .1 I "Nowwithin half an hour." if I ' "Tes , why not?" . ' , J I X could think of ho sufficient reason except one, which I did not care to com- Imunicate to my superior the longicjj Apparently she expected me away," but, instead, :I stepped in. " Mother," asked a soft voice at the head of 4he stairs, " who is it ?" And then for the first time I became aware that some one had been watching onr colloquy from tne head of the start.. a young girl, dressed, like the mother in deep black, with very brilliant eyes, and a profusion of jet-black ringlets. " Some one lo see your brother." She came half way' down the etairs, pushing back her curls with One hand,' and looking at me with wondrous ys. Even, then her beauty struck me as I 5tood gazing at her. " Terry is not at home," she said, hurriedly. "He has gone away. We do not know when he will return." '' Evidently this mother and daughter wu'e in the secret of "Matteson's villainy, and were doing their best to screen him from its consequences. My heart bled for both of them, but it was no time to indulge in sentimentality. Speaking as briefly as I could I told them it' was my duty to compel them to remain where . 1 ' - they were while. I searched the house. Mrs.' Matteson sat down pale ands trembling ; her daughter colored high. "Mother," she said, "why do you stand by and listen . to such slanders ? it is false 1 Xiet this man search the house if he will ; my brother if as inno cent as J am !" No opposition was offered to my search. It was entirely fruitless, how everthere was nowhere any trace of the flown bird. ; Nevertheless I con cluded to remain there quietly for a day or two, to see what a little, waiting might bring forth. " f I wish to see Kitty once I started. , - V V more betoro ;i . it f ; " Just as you decide, Mr. Clentier, of course," I sai4,. rising. " If I take the "g 4 o'clock exprs8 I shall be there by dayt - Ught to-inorro'v morning." 1 ' '. Yes ; and "that is altogether the befet plan. He will not remaining j in ahr tone)lace just. t present; depend upo9 it, and what ' vou have to do must be fdone atonce." ; . ; J All through tlat long night journey I jmused to myself npon the task that la before me. Tne rouse to which 1 was 'directed was inthemidstof woods, about The same afternoon Clara Matteson came in, as I sat by the "piazza window, keeping a quiet watch on all the sur roundings. "Mr. Meredith," she 'said, " softly," " mother thinks I have been rude to you. She says it was not your fault, personal ly, that you were sent here jon such a mistake, and perhaps she is right. I am very sorry if I have hurt your feel ings." The pretty, penitent way in which she spoke quite won my heart, and a few questions on my part seemed to un lock the hidden recesses of her confi dence. She talked at first shyly,: but. afterward with more assurance, of her self, her absent brother and her mother, giving" me a thousand artless little .fam ily details which I almost dreaded to bear. The twilight talk was one of the ploftsantest of my by-no-means univer sally pleasant life, and I was considera bly 'annoyed when it was broken in up on by the arrival of the Drownville con stables who were to watch through the night. At the sound of their footsteps on the piazza floor, Clara rose up and sat down again, confused land fright ened. . ! - U " 0,'Mr. Merediths those men' ' 1 "Be easy, Miss Matteson," I said ; " you shall in no way be annoyed-by them. Your privacy shall not be broken in upon, believe me." "I know I am silly," faltered Clara, "but oh ! it seems so dreadful ! " My orders to the men were brief and. succinct. jT. . stationed them as seemed best to me, and then returned to spend the eveningwith Miss Matteson. And wheal was at length left alone Iyould not, help thinking God forgive me Was I foolish ! to press the jetty ring let to my lips ere I laid it closely against my heart ? Clara evidently thought I was for she had laughed, but did not seem displeased. . j. , Mr. Clenner seemed annoyed when I got back to the bureau rather an un reasonable proceeding on his part, for I certainly did all that man could do under the circumstances.; . " We have been mistaken all the way through, itsaems," he said, biting his lip. "Strange very strange I was never mistaken before in my calcula tions. Well, we must try again." I went to Kitty Elton's that night She received me with a sweet, shy sad ness of welcome that should have made me the happiest man in. the world ; but ii did not. Clara Matteson's dark beauty seemed to stand between me and her like a visible barrier. When I took my leave there were tears in her eyes, j ' ' Kitty, you are crying 1 " " Because you are changed. Edward, you do. not love me as well as you did 1" j " Kitty, what nonsense I " I I was vexed with her, simply because I knew her accusation was strue. But I kissed her once more,, and took my leave, moody, and dissatisfied. ' When I reached the office next morn ing, Mr. Clenner was not there. " He has gone to Drownville," said my fellow detective ; "..he went last night.', : "To Drownville!" I was seriously annoyed. Did Mr. Clenner distrust the accuracy of my re ports? Qr did he imagine .that I was unable, to institute athorough and com plete investigation of the premises ? " It's very strange,", I? mused aloud. " Jones iaughed. , - ' Well," he said "you know Clenner has a way of doing strange things'. Der pend upon it, he has good reason forliia conduct." I " I was sitting t my desk two days subsequently, when the door glidod noiselessly open I and Clenner himself entered. . ! " You are back' again, sir? and what luck?" jf V "The best." !i - 1:' " You don't mean to say it " "Edward Meredith, I knew I could uot be entirely .mistaken. Perley Mat teson is in the next room half an hour from how he will be in prison." " Where did you apprehend him ? '' " At homo in his mother's house." JTkUl 1 " He was ' there all the timeyouje mained there. , Ned, my boy, you've made a blunder for once; but don't let it happen again." , " What do you mean, sir ? " For reply he opened the door of the private inner apajrtment, hia own special sanctum. A slight, boyish figure leaned .gainst the window smoking a cigarette, with black curU tossed back from a marble-white brow, and brilliant eyes. He mockingly inclined hia 'head as I stared at him, with a motion not unfa- HOW THEY PLAYED XT OX A. j DISCOrEREBii Helwas on his.way home from Dead ville, says an exchange. He had on a ragged, old summer suit, afbad hat, and he had been taking his ;meals about thirty hours, apart to make his money carry him through. -4' "Yes; I like the country out that way,'' he replied to the query. " The climate is good, the scenery is fine and some of ' the-people are as -, honest as needs be. The trouble is knowing how .to take the bad ones." Z" " I should think that would be easy." "Yes, it looks that wayi" but I had some experience. I am the original dis kiverer of the richest nune around Lead ville. . ! Yes, I am the very man, though you couldn't think itto" see these old OUB, JUVENILES, clothes. Then you don't owri it now ?" "Not a bit of it IllWplain. I was poking around on the lxlls and . found signs. ; I collected some specimens for assay, staked off a claim aid went off to the assayer's. It was two -.days" before he let me know that I hao struck the richest ore that he had evefassayed, and then I hurried back to my clam. , iHang my buttons if it hadn't Ween jumped." "How?" ; ; J ; A : ' " Why, a gang of sharpers had foand the spec, and built up a 'pole' Vhanty, and hung out a sign of First Baptist Church over the door. Tnie a3 ."hoot ing, they had; and the law out thtre is that no man can' sink a shft within 200 feet of a church building. "tTney sair mo coming; and when I got there were hold ing a revival. There .were six of 'them, and they got up one after another and told how wicked they had bveeh and how sorry they were, and woul you believe it? they had the cheek -fjo ask me to lead off in' singing. I went to law, but they beat me. Three days'af ter the ver- diet the First Baptist Church was burned ; down, and before the asles were cold the congregation were developing a mine worth oyer $3,000,000. You see, I didn't i know how to take them."1 f - i ! " Was there any particular way to take them?"! "You bet there was I 1 pught to have opened on'thatjrevival with: a Winches ter rifle, and giten the Coroner $50 for a verdrct that thy came to their death from too much Religion." THE IClHiL,lSH &QKE. The average English joke has r its pe culiarities. A sort of mellow, distance. A kind of chastened reluctance f A coy and timid, yet trusting, though evanes cent intangibiliir which softly lingers in the troubled air, and lulls the tired senses to dreamy rest, lOije the subdued murmur of a hiarse jacjss about nine Th JLnshrry Clttb. Ill try the arrow I Aad bend the bow; ' The archers are waiting, And we most go. Onr olub kaa offer lovely prize ; A bow and quiver Of monster siae! The bow of lance-wood Is five feet long; The feathered arrows Are true and stromg. If I should win it- -. Oh, dearie me I : The happiest gir la the world I'd be! We each have a name In our "Indian dub" Willi our chieftain, , " Bub-a-dn.b-duh.n Jam ,Paleblos80it', Queen of bar rase; Elsie in " Boeebud," Carrie "Brownface." "Eagle-Eye," 'Blackhawk," " Never-say-die," Thtinderclond," Snowflake," " Up-in-the-fcky," ' Are titles we give To Charley and Dan, Bobertand Eddie, Lily and Fan. Oh, which of these ten The prise shall win? I hear them coming With whoop and din I And now to meet them Well speed away ; Then I shall tell yon Who wins to-day? ToiithU Companion. Grandpa's Wolf Story j "Grandpa, won't you tell us stones from now till bed-time about what hap pened a long time ago, when you first came to Triana. ? '! said a little girl to her grandpa, a few evenings ago. j ' So grandpa related to us a story1, of a young man being pursued by Wolves, which occurred in Putnam county, in the early settlement of that part of ; tho country. .At that time there were a great many wolves in the woods. IThe men would take their guns and go to hunt them. ' ' "One evening," said grandpa, "aparty of these men met at one of the houses in Xs the settlement to go wolf-hunting. they were making preparations foij the hunt, in order that they might be more successful, they rubbed a certain kind of il on the soles of their boots, the scent of which attracts the attention of !ani mals. While doing this ayoungmah, being present, asked them to put some on his boots, only making light of them, which they did. Then they set but on their hunt This young man had quite' a distance to travel that evening through a dense forest in which were no settle ments. As he walked leisurely along all went on quietly for a time, but at lehgth his attention was attracted' by the howl of a wolf ; however, at first it caused no particular alarm. But, before he had proceeded far, he found that the wdlves were collecting in quite a large number, and were fast pursuing him. At this be becam much alarmed; he knew 'that miles up the guSoh. Heiust be a hard, j before he could reach home, or even get ened wretch indeed who 1U not lelt his j out of, the forest, the wolves would over and the scaMlnar tears steal I take him. He saw he must soon seek a . Well, well, ay brave lad," answered the cheery Toiee of old Sir William, who had entered the room unperceived, ' you're on the right road to it by being diligent at your work. Keep to that, meanwhile, and. never fear but the chance of doing great deeds will borne all in good time." Little did either speaker j or hearer guess how .soon and in what way those words were to come true, scarcely had the old ; knight left the room when the boy was startled by a sudden shriek from the balcony overhead, and by something white flashing past the win dow. "Sir William Hewet's only child had leaped out of her nurse's arms, and faUen headlong' into the river. The faint 'splash was instantly an swered by a much louder one, and the distracted household, as they rushed in a ! body to the fatal balcony, saw Ed ward Osborne's brown curly head far down the shining stream, snooting Rfrraiffht as an arrow toward the tinv white speck that floated a little beyond him. ' ' ("He has her 1" . "No!" ; "Yesl- ! " NfiL he's eone past. Stay! he's 1 ' . " turning again.' 1 " Hurrah ! he's got her at last Thank God." , . i The anxious fathers straining eyes were already too dim to see anything rtWrlv. but the iovous shout of the 7 7 keen-eyed serving-men told him that all was wen, ana in another moment ne was hurrying toward the scene of action as fast as his feet could carry him. PBut the peril was not over yet. Good swimmer as he was, the furious whirl of the current, together with the weight of his own wet clothes and those of tho child, was fearful odds against the brave apprentice. Twice his, head dropped helnw the surface, and all seemed over but he still held the rescued infant above the water with one hand, while struggling for life with the other. 1 "Courage, my hearty," said a hoarse voice .beside him. "Hold up just an- ! other minnte. and all's well." - ,, , . I j At the same moment a boat pulled by two sturdy 'watermen, who had put off I from the shore on the first alarm, came sweeping up to the sinking boy. 1 A strong hand caught the child from his ' failing srasp, while, in another instant, . lie was seized and dragged into the boat j rtf ter her, just as the last remnant of his i overtasked strength gave way. I "Git her he.ad round, Tom," said one of the boatmen to his' comrade, "and pull with a will, for that's the young- rLEASANT&IES. way, or I'm miliar to me. "Clara Matte Jon!" , " Yes," he said, in a soft, sarcastic voice ; " Clara Matteson, or Perley Mat ieson, er whatever you choose to call me ! Many thanks for your politeness, Detective Meredith, and, if you would like another lock of hair" M turned away burning scarlet, while , Mr. Clenner closed the door. "Never mind; my boy, it will be a lesson to you," he said, laughing. " He makes a very .pretty girl, but Lam not at all susceptible1." What a double-dyed fool I had been! I had lost the reward failed in the esti mation of my 'fellow-officers, and be haved like a brute to poor Kitty and all for what ? 1 I . . . . I went to Kitty and told her the whole story, and, to. my surprise, the .dear, faithful little creature loved me just as well as ever. ' j '; ' ..-,"" ; ' "I won't be jealous of Ferley Matte son, Edward," she said, srniling "what ever I might be of his sister. And, dearest don't be discouraged. IH wait as long as you please, and you' will be a second Mr. Clenner yet" ; ' She was determined to look on the bright side of things, this little Kitty of mine ! . But I felt the mortification none the less keenly, although, as Mr. Clen- down his furrtwea cnees alter ne has read ah English joke. There can be no hope for the! man who ias" nol been touched by the gentle, pleading, yet all potent, sadness embodied : in the humor ous paragraph sof the true Englishman. One may fritter away his: existence in chasing the follies of ou day andgener ation and have naught tolook back upon but a choice assortment of iobust regrets, but if he will stop in his xaad career to read an Eugli3h pun his -attention will be called to the solemn thought that life is after all but a tearful journey to the , tomb. Death and disasteriou eveiyhand may fail to turn the aaind of a thought less world to serious matters, but when the London funny man grapples jj with a particularly skittish and evasive joke, with its weeping-willow attachment, and hurls it at a giddy and reckless humani ty, a prolonged wail of anguish goes up. from broken hearts and W omber pall haitgs in the gladsome sky like a-pair of soldier pants with-only one suspender. Laramie Boofmerona. V1--' m j One would have thougltt;tand; would have been justified in thinking, that the late President Garfield ws surrounded as a patient by every ppliane that could' possibly be neededV'- fThe doctors had a continent to draw Mpon for any thing that wouldaid hrecotery or promote his comfort Unknown friends had forwarded articles, rany of them useful, and any wish would haVe met with instant attention. This was the sit uation; but at the supreie moment it was found that two simple," and seme times necessary, articled were wanting and could not'b had. . When Boynton went into the President's room upon the summons of Swaim he saw at once that the President was sinkingj.fasti and sent for mustard and ammonia, r There was not a drop of one or a grain of the other to be had nntil a messengejnad gone to the Elberon. Of course, .neither would have availed. The hc iafoonte. But the absence of both illusraiep how im possible itj is to provide for every contin gency in a case like the Pregideni's. SiTTiso Bull wears -4lpetaces and place of refuge from the hungry and ex cited beasts. , , , L "He quickened bis pace from a slow, leisurely walk to a hurried run, yet! his pursuers were rapidly gaining on lim. He now espied a partially completed hut in which he thought to take refuge, but on reaching the place the wild animals were1 so close upon him hehad not time to close the door, but sprang upon1; the joists, for there was no ceiling or loft in the house, but soon found this to be ho place 01 saiety, as tne. woives leapeci fiercely at him. But now he must plan some means of escape, so he "seized a board with which he managed to push the door shut ; then, slipping a board in the roof, he climbed out and down; the outside of the hut. Leaving his enemies Zntrappedin the room, he hastened .to the nearest settlement and got help -and killed the beasts which had so eagerly pursued him. There were about, fifteen of the wolves. He proved more success ful than the hunters. "Indianapolis Journal. i ' 1 The Apprentice's leap j ) . Sunset over London on a fine surhmer evening in the days ef "good Queen Bess; " tall, quaint old houses, jwjth peaked roofs and countless gables, stand ing up on every side, and the Thames lying in the midst like a broad sheet; of gold, save where it was flecked by ; the dark shadow of London bridge, then a with houses along jeach wants false teeth. regular street, side of it j i Just above the middle arch rosea house larger than the rest-that of Sir J William HeweV cloth-worker and Burg ess of the city of London. The sunset, made a glory upon the windows of ; the old mansion and lighted up the balcony, on which Sir William's baby daughter was crowing and clapping her j; tiny bands with great glee at the sight of it and stole into the work-room, where h,- vYnrtrAt ATJTjrentice. Edward Os- borne, was beginning bis task by sing ing the ballad of "Brave Lord WJllough by." wbieb was as popular in that af e ....... ..... i ;? as "Glory Halleliilatt" is in tms. r& Ah Icouid but have a chance ol doing suck deed as thaf murmnred w the boy as he ended. iter's father running this much mistaken." i Scarcely had the boat touched the y wharf on her return, when old Hewet sprang into her like a madman, and, fifiding his child unhurt, flung his arms round the neck of the half-drowned apprentice- j " God blcs Aheo, my son ! " cried he, fervently. " Let them never call thee a. boy again, for few men would have dared as much." "Let them call him a hero," said a voice behind him. ' iThe boy looked up with a start Be fore him stood the handsomest man he had ever seen, in a rich court dress, looking down upon him with gmve, kindly eyes. It was Sir Walter Baleigh, famous even then aa one of the greatest men whom England had evet produced, but destined to oocome mare lamoua . still as the colonizer of Virginia. Ten years from that day there was a . great merry-making in the old house on London Bridge, and Sir William Hewet, still brisk and cheery as ever, though hisvhair was now white as snow, sat at the head of his own table, amid a circle of j guests,, whose names are in every history of England. At his right hand sat his daughter's newly-made husband a tall, fine-looking young man, whose clear, bright eyes faced that brilliant assemblage as boldly as they had looked down on the foaming waters of the Thames years before. ' This is the. man to whom I have given my girl, fair sirs," said the old Vnio-ht " Manv a rich man and many a grandee have asked me for her T alwavs said. ' Let the best man win. "And so he has," cried Bit waiter. Raleigh, grasping Osborne a nana; " and the fairest lass in London may be proud to bear his name, for I'll warrant it will be famous yet Baleigh spoke truly. A month later, he ex-aDDrentice was Sir xxlwaril us- borne : yet lew years, and he had be come nerin ; ana wixeu mo Armada came, foremost among the de-' fenders of England was Osborne, Lord Mayor; of London, from whom the English Dukes of Leeds are still proud to trace tbefr descent Harper 8 Young People. - '' Afebfectlt square man. is 'round at the right time. . Bees think there is no place like comb honeycomb., Afteb man came woman, and she - has been after him ever since. ? Elect Bicrrr in Franklin's time was a wonder ; now we make light of it The difference between a boy and a bee is that a boy's happiest days are bis school days, and a bee's are its swarm days. " .. - . ; A UTTLB boy remarked j "I like . grandpa because he is such a gentle manly man; he always tells me to help myself to sugar." Wb are told that a man's body is three-fourths composed of water, but it is hard to believe this while ' looking at a Cincinnati man. Boston Post. ' ' ' Oio) proverb : " The darky's hour is lust before the dawn, remarkea Sambo, when he started out before day break to steal a young chicken- fox breakfast . - ; ;J It is said that kerosene f will- remove etains from furniture. It has also been known to remove the furniture, stains . and all, with the stove and a red-headed-servant girl thrown in ofttimes. j . " Whenever an enthusiastic fisherman speaks- 6f choice trout as "speckled beauties," all the freckled-faced; girls within hearing simper, blush! and mur mur : " O, the insincere man."" - T ' Mrs. Sprigoiss was boastings of .her new house. The windows, she said, were all stained. ''That's too bad!. But won't turpentine or benzine wash it off?" asked the good Mrs. Oldbodyj'' "I've often heard of the fruits of mar- -1 ill i i J nage, said isuotnes, . wnen uuuruiou that he was the.father of twins ; " but I most seriously protest against having those fruits presented to me in the shape of pairs." A chick lived ; a chicken died; His drumsticks and his wings were fried, His feathers by a dealer dried, And, very shortly after, dyed. Soul he had none. .Admitting that, How cornea it ? There upon her hat , Hia plumes a mortal chiefcen'a--rise . A glorious bird of paradise. Ah," said a great rascal to a writer, " what a capital story you could make if I were to tell you my life." "Go ahead, Tm listening." " Yes, but you see that which is interesting I can't telL and that which I can tell is not interest- - , ing. At the restaurant : '" Bah I what a steak. . One-half the cooks ought to be sent where they came from." "Yes, but where do they come from?" MHaye you never heard that. God seafia the food and the other gentleman the cooks?" ' ' ''. ( "Whebe is the island of Jav5t uated?" asked a school-teache of a small, rather forlorn-looking boy. "I dunnp, sir." "Don't you know where coffee comes from? " "Yes, ; sir, we borrows it ready parched from the next door neighbor." ' " ; - Swebt flowers 1 that from your sonny nook Give welcome ib the vernal Bun ! . Bow Joyous as each bright eye looks Aloft, dth seem the life begun. How eloquent ye seem of days When lovers near your haunts will cnanea And she your dainty forms will praia Arid he up sodded cliff s will pranos. And get much verdure on his p&DW tUt: n S3TOBIES aoout 'mmT who have takes kipdly to the plow, and who have even worn toothpicks, come in from the West now and then, but not until lately was there any positive evidence that the say acr( in becoming really civilized. White Thunder buttonholed Secretary , Kirk- wood and actually asked him lor an office tne position made vacant by the death of Spotted Tail. It is true that the Secretary has no control of the chieftain ship of the Brule Sioux, but the fact re mains that the Indian is n office-seeker, and therefore eiyilized. : The last word received from the ad venturous Stanley was to the effect that he was lying at the point of death in Central Africa. !The universal sympa thy which his death under such circum stances would exeite, would show how different his posi tioh is now from what it was when he first became known aa an African explorer. Doubts were then cast upon his veracity. It was said . that his reports from Livingstone were bogus and sensational; that he had merely skirted the coast and returned to civilization ; that he. was not much of an explorer after alL Then his science was attacked, his written style,;1 his courage, and finally his humanity. He; came oui of the trial well.' Every word that he brought from Livingstone cwaa estab lished by proof. He added to his other exploits the marvelous trip . down the Congo, and at last had the pleasure 01 seeing bis fame as an African explorer resting upon solid foundation. His re turn to the Dark Continent on a commer cial expedition was a wilgoose chase. He must have known that the plan ol flaring trading-stations in Equatorial Af rica was doomed to failure. His con nection with that enterprise is the mor remarkable on this account . Thle New York Times advances a new , theory to. account for it, supposing him to nava been affected by the -African .f ever, which has seized all explorers before him, and has seldom let .one go until deai. Livingstone's mind wa touched by it ; and Stanley himself in his last visit to America showed hat, ravages il had wrought upon hi. The theoi7 ingenious and clansible. . Oases cut from the battlefields of CJhicamauga and Mission Bidge wfiT goon be offered for sale at $1 each, to raise funds for the erection of a $10,000 Methodist Church in Cttanooga: 1 - i'-.V tm 1 i -'- . . i r
The Rutherford Banner (Rutherfordton, N.C.)
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