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BIORGANTON HERALD. 5;:V--o-v to "The Morgatiton Star.'' DULY FAFEfi PUSUSHED1H BURKE CQUHTY. V. C. ERVIN, Editor & Publisher. JOO PRINTING. AViih four presses, an abundance of printing material and skillful printers. The Hekald Job Department cannot be excelled. We positivelywHl not be un derbid on prices. ADVERTISING RATES. Ail M i i " w 5 5 a c o 0 H . " C9 o 8123 $3 00 $450 S 50 4 50 7 50 50 8 00 13 50 7 00 13 50 25 00 10 00 20 CO S2M 15 00 25 00 45 00 a o a e $750 13 50 22 00 43 50 CO (O Ki OJ a' I MM M 8 e 13 13 24 VOL. VI. MORG ANTON, N. C. THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 1S90. NO. 37. NV LLE. li.3 A 1 1 ' planned and developing as A (MEAT RESORT. Situated in tlte MOUNTAINS OF WESTERN SORTH CAROLINA, A iv if ion noted for liealthfulness :i 11 beauty of scenery. AN ELEVATION OF 3,800 FEET, WITH It is being laid out with taste and .-kill, with well graded roads and extensive FOREST PARKS. desirable j2aci for fine residen ce and HEALTHFUL HOMES. 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C, ra Juate ot the University of Maryland) nlT'Ts his jii-oiessional services to the citizens of M :,';. tit on and surrounding country as a Hrst- flHS IK'litM,. :f"No charge for examinations. S ii braei lon autiranteed. OFFICE AT FOUNTAIN HOUSE. .Jnrie'20-U. OSVF.RSin 0FN0RTHCAR0LINA. lb Fall Term Opets Sept. 4, Tuition .30. Voiir regular courses of study. Classical, Phll os'ji.hiiMl, Literary, Scientific, H-ei-lal courses in Chemistry, Civil and Elec irir.iti Kiiiclncerlng, Pharmacy, and otherstudiea. separate si-Uools of Law and Medicine, whose wiidenu ioay attend the University lectures. Address HON. KEMP P. BATTLE, LL. P., President, Chapel Hill, N.C. P ATENTS t avcats, and Trade-Marks obtained, and all Pa fcnt business conducted for MODERATE FEES. Wit OFFICE H OPPOSITE U. 8. PATENT JifFioE and we can secure patent in less time than those remote from Washington. Send model, drawing or photo,, with descrip tion. v,'e advise If patentable or not, free of i'iir:;e. Our fee not due till patent is secured. A PAMPHLET. "How to Obtain Patents," with names ot actual clients in your State, county, or t'vn, sent free. Address. C. A. SNOW & CO., Orpaii. Pah Oraa, Washinotoh, D. C. THANKSGIVING, 1890. Copyright by American Press Association. Before a bodeful ocean years ago, Upon a coast all desolate with snow. Where lurked the wolf and b till more savage foe. The starving Pilgrims knelt in gratitude Unto the giver of all earthly good. With death and danger by their side alway. How little in those dismal days had they For which to kneel and in thanksgiving pray When as the offset of their tears and cares Freedom alone to worship God was theirs. Nor had the patriots little reason more In the long Revolutionary war. When fate each day but new disaster bore To follow in their stern forefather's ways And yield what seemed the mockery of praise. Today with lines in happy places cast, Richer than all the empires of the past. The gray globe's greatest offspring and the last, What have we not, but that with one accord The land should render homage to the Lord? O land we lovel O land, so brave and fair. Lift up thy voice in song, thy heart in prayer; For lo! through all the years with loving care On thee his mercies God has made descend. And will, u thou art worthy, to the end. William E. 6. Fales. A BELATED ROMANCE. A STORY OF THANKSGIVING. CONANT. BY HELEN S. Copyright by American Press Association. HEN Herbert Russell arose Thanksgiving morn i n g and pushed aside the. window curtains he wondered why he had come. It was no satisfac tion after all. His d i s a p p ointment began the night before when the train dropped him at the station and he rode to the hotel in a rattling, uncomfortable omnibus through streets ablaze with electric lights and lined with shops, the windows of which were filled with goods suited to the requirements of a New England factory town. He knew that in the twenty years he had been absent the water power of the stream where he used to fish when a boy had been utilized, that mill3 had been built, and that the place had changed from a quiet village to a town of considerable impor tance; still he was not prepared for the magnitude of the transformation. There had been no railroad within ten miles when he went away, and he remembered as if it were yesterday the summer morning when he mounted the old stage, all his posses sions in a trunk strapped on behind, and all his money, a very small sum, in his pocket. He had started out wit-h all the confidence of youth that the world could be conquered, and he had conquered it. He had been successful from the very out set, and now he was one of the solid mer chants of the city where he had located. Tie was a favorite in society, and his luxu rious bachelor apartments were the envy of all his associates. Still he did not feel that his life had been a success. It was empty. He was 42, and already little lines of white appeared in his dark hair, and yet he was alone in the world. In the straggle for fortune he had forgotten to seek for love and home. It was in one of the hours of loneliness which came to him often now that he sud denly determined to Kjand Thanksgiving in his native town. He had no relatives left there, but at least the place would be familiar. H was not familiar, and he was disappointed. Only the outlines of th9 surrounding hills reminded him of his boy hood home. It was a clear, frosty morning. Ice had formed on little puddles in the street, and the air was crisp and bracing. After break fasting in the stuffy room of the hotel in company with a party of loud talking trav eling men and a few "regular boarders" Herbert put on his overcoat and went out liito the street. He wished to go first of all to the grave yard where his parents were buried. He wondered if he could find it among all these new surroundings. As he walked along he saw here and there houses which he recognized roomy, eld fashioned farm houses which once had stood among broad, open fields, but were now crowded in between modern cottages. Ui?y Jr;ey (Jive 5!?arpr(S. Uncle Sam and Columbia Because no monarch now lives on ameri CAN SOIL. The Czar Because there was ko dynamite in his turkey. The Kaiseb Because his royal cousins are polite "when he vis ITS THEM. Queen Victoria Because some of her soldiers-still "love the WIDOW." The Petty Princelings Across Sea Because some rich American girls marry for coronet's. ' Uncle Sam's Sons Because some American girls don't care for coronets. She verandas and bay windows of which formed a striking contrast to the square, severe outlines of the older buildings. And there was the old village green. A neat Iron fence surrounded it now, and it was laid out in walks edged with maples, their branches, bare of leaves, forming sharp silhouettes against the cold November sky. On one of the grass plots a party of boys were playing ball. Herbert leaned on the fence to watch them. How many Thanks giving games of ball he had had on that green in his boyhood days! He longed to seize a bat and enter into the sport "with the other youngsters," he said to himself, smiling grimly as he remembered his gray hairs. H3 looked around for the little church which once stood facing the green, where he had swung restless, boyish feet through many long sermons. There was a church there on the old spot. Herbert was Bure it was the same building, for he recog nized the narrow, round topped window in the belfry, but the high steps, which were so slippery in winter, had disappeared, and the entrance was level with the sidewalk; an addition had been built at one side; the building had been painted brown it was white in the old days and modernized in various ways. The old grave yard was a half mile from the church. Herbert remembered that it was reached by a country road that branched off from the turnpike. The turn pike had become the main street of the town, and he noticed by the signs on the corners that it was now Broadway. New streets crossed it in all directions, and he was at a loss which to take. A group of boys were standing near the fence watch ing the game. "Will you kindly tell me which of these streets leads to the grave yard?" asked Her bert. "The first to the right leads to the new cemetery, sir," said the tallest of the boys. As the boy turned toward him Herbert started and came near saying, "Hello, Joel" but he checked himself, realizing that the lad could not even have been born when he left the town. After explaining that the old grave yard was the object of his search, and receiving the correct information, he walked up the street. The houses grew more scattering as he approached the spot where the old inhabitants were sleeping, and as he passed between the two granite posts into the cir cle of somber fir trees which formed the entrance to the yard he began to feel at home. Dried stalks of golden rod and asters brushed his knees as he walked be tween rows of old gray stones carved with familiar names. Here and there a white marble slab bore the name of some one who had been in the full flush of life and health when he went away. He began to wonder if all those whom he had known were dead. Standing on a knoll near the center of the yard was the massive granite THE FIRST FRIENDLY GREETING. monument he had ordered erected over the graves of his parents. It looked pompous and pretentious to him now as he saw it i among its peaceful, humble surroundings. He leaned against it and strove to unite : his past with his present. His parents he could not remember. They died when he ! was an infant, and he had been cared for ! by an uncle, kind in his way, as Herbert ' now thought of him, although he seemed , stern and hard to the lonely orphan boy. As Herbert looked at the mound which marked the old man's resting place he felt a pang of remorse that he had not been more grateful for the home which shel tered his youth. - Suddenly his eye fell upon a marble slab, "Sacred to the memory of Stephen Pbll- lips." So the proud old squire was gone' Herbert had always thought of him as liv ing and ruling fais family with despotic hand forever. He looked anxiously at the names upon the stones m the old squire's family croup. Was Margaret, too, sleep ing under the grass? With a sigh of relief he saw that her name was not there. Margaret! Her face, rising up through the mist of years, had been before his eyes as he journeyed toward his native town. How ridiculous it was! He laughed to think that a boyish fancy should come back to him. Still he knew he had never forgotten it. It was on Margaret's account that he started out into the world. Her proud father frowned on him, and she was submissive to the old man's will. He never asked Margaret to be his wife, hut he was sure when he left her that she understood him. He intended to go back and claim her when he had won riches to give him the right. The riches came sooner even than he hoped, but he never went back. He wondered now why he had not done it. He had never seen a fair face that did not grow less fair as he compared it with Mar garet. He had even cherished her memory as a secret grief, which at times gave him a feeling of superiority over those of his as sociates who were happily married. She was probably married herself now, and had for gotten him. It irritated him to think of it. A church bell ringing for Thanksgiving service vibrated clear notes through the frosty air. It was the same old bell. Her bert could never forget its tone. The call was irresistible. Leaving the grave yard he retraced bis steps to the church. As an usher gave him a seat he noticed that the high, old fashioned pulpit bad been replaced by a broad, open platform with a small reading desk, and although the pews appeared the same their doors had vanished. He remembered the click of the button and the feeling of imprisonment It gave him as his uncle closed the pew door and fastened it before service. The congregation was gathering. There were many taces, those or new comers brought to the town by the mills, which re vived no memories; but there were others, the sight of which made Herbert feel that he was living in a dream. One couple whom he remembered as lovers came up the aisle followed by a group of young people. He recognized the faces of father and mother at once, although twenty years had changed the slender youth to a portly family man and the bashful girl into a se rene matron. Then came three sisters. stout and silvery haired, evidently old maids, all of them, although Herbert re membered them as belles of the village. He thought with a little thrill of triumph of the time when one of them had wounded his youthful pride by refusing to dance with him at a rustic merry-making long ago because he was only a boy. There were other faces which recalled maay forgotten events of his boyhood- some of people he remembered in middle life, now grown aged, others of old school mates, serious now with the dignity of years. It was strange to think of them treading the quiet old paths all the long time which he had spent in the noise and bustle of the world. He wondered if he had grown as old as they. He could not realize it, and yet some of them looked at him as they passed up the aisle with the mud curiosity awakened by the sight of Btranger. He saw that no one recognized him, and he felt more lonely than before. The pew in front of where he was sitting remained empty almost to the last. Then two ladies entered, followed by a stout, middle aged man and some young people, one of whom Herbert recognized as the lad who had directed him to the grave yard. He knew now why he had almost said. "Hello, Joe," for the stout man at the head of the pew, evidently the lad's father, was Joe Phillips, his old comrade. And, yes, one of the ladies was Margaret! Herbert i could see only her side face, but that was ; enough. That clear cut profile was graven upon li is me mory like the profile of a Roman empress upon an antique gem, lasting for ' all time. She had grown older, but she did not look like an old maid; her girlish beauty had changed to that of a sweet ma turity; there was not a fretful line on her placid face. The old lady was probably Joe's wife, bat her face was not familiar. Joe had not married one of the village girls. Herbert wondered If Margaret was married, too. The fact that she was with her brother on Thanksgiving day meant nothing, for New England women always Cook home the, fatally estiva!. fxerocrt a erst impulse was to lean for ward and speak to Joe, bnt he did not do it. There was a fascination in sitting there unknown and watching the familiar faces. Then the lad glanced around and noticed the stranger of the morning. Her bert saw him whisper to his father, who looked carelessly over his shoulder. A sudden start, the light of recognition on the manhonest face, then an arm came over tpa .'"of the pew and Herbert's uauu seizeu wiin a neany grasp, it was the first friendly greeting. It warmed his heart, and he felt like a boy home from school as he joined in Binging the familiar Thanksgiving hymns. After service there were hearty trreet- iugs characteristic of Thanksgiving niorn- ng in a Aew bngland country church. No one was absent, and everybody that had been away had come home the son from the city, the young girl from board ing school, all gathering under the family roof tree on the day of festive reunion. Herbert was the center of a welcoming group of old friends, each of whom insist ed upon bearing him off to share the faru ily turkey. As greetings and invitations poured in upon him he could scarcely realize his desolation and loneliness only a few hours before. Joe Phillips, however, Insisted upon claiming him. He had been the first to recognize him, he said, and had the best right. With many promises to "look in" before he left town Herbert entered the family carriage with Joe, Joe's wife and Margaret, the young folks following on foot, The town had grown out around the old Phillips mansion, but it was still a stately residence, standing In the midst of gener ous grouads, with the mmo majestic elms sweeping its roof. As Herbert walked up the path to the front door between trim rows of old fir trees the years since ho stood there saying trembling farewell words to Margaret were crumpled up to nothing. He had discovered that she was Margaret Phillips still, and he wondered if she remembered that parting. He feared she did not, for she treated him with easy familiarity. He wished she would blush and look down when he spok to her, as she did in the old days. The fragrance of Thanksgiving greeted them as they entered the house. When the family were all seated around tho load ed table Herbert, accustomed to the dainty courses of a city dining room, marveled at the amount of turkey, chicken pie and boiled ham which was heaped upon his plate, together with every vegetable native to the soil. Somehow he ate it all with keen relish, and had appetite left for plum pudding and numerous pieces of pie. Mrs. Joe laughingly declared that the rule of the house on Thanksgiving day was that "everybody must taste of everything," and Herbert had no Inclination to rebel. He wondered that he felt so much like a boy. There is nothing more contagious than the hearty chtsr of a New England Thanks giving. Herbert was impatient for a chance to talk with Margaret, but not until evening, when the young folks went to a party, and "MARGARET, DO NOT SEND ME BACK." Joe and his wife were entertaining a neigh bor, did he find himself alone with ber, and then he did not know what to say. He was skillful in the art of making pretty coupliments to women of society, but in the presence of this calm, beautiful woman he felt bashful and awkward as a youth of 20. "Margaret, I have been a fool all my life!" he exclaimed suddenly. "I am very sorry to hear it. Did you como back to the old place to confess it?" she said, laughing. He grasped her hand, and all the pent up feelings of years, the struggles, the indif ference at times, tho loneliness always, the wish and the hope for the future, burst from his lips. "Margaret, do not send me back to my lonely, dreary life. Help me to forget it, Margaret, and forgive mo." "Herbert, there is nothing to forgive," she said, drawing away her hand. "My life has been very happy. I have never wished to change it. I do not wish to change it now; it is better as it is. You must not feel lonely or dreary. You have friends here who will always welcome yoa, who would have welcomed you before had you come." She smiled as she spoke, and Herbert saw that his passionate words had made scarcely a ripple upon her heart. For the moment he felt as if be had been ship wrecked on a desert island, yet at the close of the evening, as he walked back to hU hotel, he whistled an old love song, and was in high good humor with himself and all the world. He was determined to work with all his heart and soul to win her. It was a long and desperate struggle, but in the end Herbert gained a brilliant victory. There was a grand wedding at the old Phillips mausion on tho next Thanksgiving day, and now Herbert in sists that Margaret was waiting for him all those years, while she declares thatTshe was not. That is the only point upon which they do not agree. Thankful, and Yet I am no bog, I only seek My three times seven meals per week. Two suits of clothes, a plain block bat, A pair of shoes, but one cravat. For brown stone fronts I do not cars. And when I ride I pay my fare. Like Qoald I do not want the earth, I'm satisfied with my small hearth. I'm thankful that my wants mn few I say no more I'm do Depew. I'm thankful, I'm contest, and yet Sometimes I feel a faint regret That I am not like other men. Who hold tour aces now and then. Tom Massox. In the Nanerf. Flossie It's Fanksgivin', ain't it, mam ma f Mamma (wearily) Yes, Flossie. Flossie What's yoa doin' to dive tanks for, mamma? Mamma (Impatiently) I don't know, Flossie. Flossie (cheerfully) I know, mamma. I less you better dive tanks cause I isn't twins. Our Very Host People Confirm our statement when we Fay that Dr. Acker's English Remedy is in every way superior to any and all other ? reparations for the Throat and Lungs, n Whooping Cough and Croup, it is magic and relieves at once. We offer you a sample bottle free. Remember, this Remedy is so'd on a positive guar antee. For sale by C. S. Kingsmore, Druggist, Morgacton, N. C. S3TBlank Warrantee, Deeds. Bonds for Title, Real Estate and Chattel Mortgages and Real Es tate Options always for sale at The Herald office. WW BRICK WHITE'S BANTIES. It was the night before Thanksgiving, and two people were unhappy J. Knoi Faber, newspaper man, because he did not have a pathetic idea for a Thanksgiving story which was due on the city editor's desk the following morning, and "Brick" White, newsboy, because he did have a pathetic idea for a Thanksgiving story, and at 0 o'clock that evening Faber was cross ing City Hall park. New York, when pleading voice addressed him. "Hey, boss, please buy a yuckstra. Urn stuck wid twenty, an' ef I don sell 'em de ole woman's guiu' to kill me banties." The speaker was a very small boy with a very large bundle ot papers. Faber glared fix edly Into the boy's eyes until they filled with tears. "You're not lying to me? What's your name? and what are your banties?" "Hope to die, boss, if I ain't giving it to ye straight. Me name's 'Brick White, an I got a banty rooster an' a ben, an' they're me pets, an' cf I don' git enough money fer to buy a cbickin fer Jen's Thanksgiving dinner do ole woman's goin' goiu' to chop off the banties' beads off." The boy was sobbing now, and borinz one cold and grimy fist Into his eyes. Faber drew him out of the rush and Interviewed him. "Ye see boss, when I was a fresh air kid las' summer over'n Jersey I got stuck on a couple o banties. They'd come when I called 'em an eat out o' me band, an J hadn't never seen no banties before, an' he was such a regular little slugger, he was w'y, say, he'd sail into de bigges rooster on de hull farm an' do 'cm, too, he would an the woman she give 'cm to me fer a pres ent. I lugged 'em home wid me anfixed up a coop iu de windy, an now every day do little hen she'll go 'chuck, chuck, te cackut: au' lay do littlest white egg ye ever see, an' Sullivan dat's do rooster he'll walk around da coop prouder'n ' if he owned FiV avca'o. Me ole man was killed on de elevator railroad, an' do o!c woman she siie washes, an Jen. that's me sister, s.io s been sick a long time. Doctor says she'll die Boon, an she's been wanting a taste of cb'.ckin ever senca she had some onct about four years ago, when she wus in de hosspittle. I want Jen to have tho chickin, but I do' want her to eat my banties, au' she wouldn't neither if she knowed, but ma won't let me tell her. got me eye on a big chickin down to Wash'n'ton market, and 1 been hustlin' all day an' ain t got half euough money yet. Ef I could git rid of these 'ere papers I cor.i.r' "Where do you live?" Faber asked cold ly, turning his head away. "No. Bayard street. YouH take one of these yuckstras offen me, won't" But tho stranger had gone. With a de spairing glance at the big bundle of extras "Brick" manfully dashed away his tears and again cried, "Yuckstra! Yuckstra!" Thousands of peoplo hurried by the little shivering figure, but at the end of an hour only three paers had been soli "Brick" began to slowly work his way up the Bow ery. At 11 o'clock he reached home, tired, hungry, coll, and weeping bitterly. He had fifteen papers left. "Sully's a dead rooster," he moaned as he took a last look at his pets before tum bling Into bed. Early Thanksgiving morning a district messenger boy left two packages at the door of Mrs. White's rooms. One was a great fat chicken labeled "For Jen," and the other was a big bag of feed marked "For Sullivan," and when "Brick" saw them he yelled with delight, seized a wild ly clucking bantam in each hand, and ex ecu ted a Bowery war dance on tho floor, and the city editor of the brightest evening paper in New York assured Faber that his "Brick White's Banties" was the best thing he'd done for the paper in six months. Eaele II. Eaton. oitoTb"k,"l' "I have here, sir," said the poet, handing the editor a roll of copy, "an ode to Thanks giving which I hope you can use." "Well, I can't," replied tho editor rather curtly. "I've got one of my own amount ing to (2 for the turkey. How much is yours?" No Doubt About It. Head of Firm (tho day before Thanks Kivinu) Mr. T ravers. I have ordered a turkey sent around to your home as a slight testimonial, etc I T ravers (at the table the next day) Well, there's no question about Its being slight. "Without irreverence it may be said that the negative side of things calls for unu sual thankfulness this year. We are thankful that so many things did not come. Tho cholera stopped in Spain. France is fighting it back from her borders, and with success. The financial panic did not come, though many experts expected It in September. The great drought and flood foretold by various weather prophets were withheld. Tho failure of 'crops was, n'rall, not a fourths bad as we expected. We are thankful for negative blessings. 'I'm going to give thanks to-morrow for all the blessings I hare enjoyed for the past year," said the old man devoutly on Wednesday. "Ugh!" grunted Ms wife, "and it's ail you ever will give, too." CSA large line of fine stationa ry, linen envelopes and note and letter heai!s, elegant visiting and invitation cards, just received at The Herald office. Send in your orders for printing of all kinds. Zj" When you are in noed of Letter Heads, Bill Heads, Envel opes. Cards, Hand Bills, Posters or any other kind of Printing, give The Herald Job Office a trial. 57"IIave your printing done at The Herald Job Office. THANKoC.lH TAVERM. lODprrWtit by America Ft JUsactadoa.1 Tb landlady talks to a vHitor wtta gratafol r suits: ILASCSGITCrS its I taUtidtl Ml7 J Air a I Wad, I tboact.1 k wastraa. ' sad r-' ' mm mmm ftJl kto f?- r.-- I ? . k that aam - rrr a nouua I b4 Woe I was nsM As' loo, that ma h chiUora wouklal ciatza tber owa dad. Too at. It was this way: Me aod BOJ bad a faa BUr. dar artor day. An' b kp fttxla was, Tell I ' couldn't aad k ao toojrr. lo Ire wkk Ue mean, ora'ry cuss. Bo I rtx la my wrath. An' wn I to him. "Bill, Too es f oiler yer path. Not mine; I gat my fiS Ot J tola" my footsteps with youm. I kta make my own way, an' I wU." EIH tuck k most meek. ' But I seen he was stock. Though be didat ones speak. Ad' I laughed at my pluck. AO' a, tickled roe so when bn left, I shanty TbanksTtn' fer hick. That's twen:y yer gone; Bill be never coma back. But somehow 1 dkuY git on Ho better. Tbar's a lack That nothln' wont fid. Vrpt tears; and rvo cried lots of rimes ter u.n to An' yoa air BID? Weill weOl I knowed It was yon! An' eotna back to stay? Do ted. Its too good to be tract Butnireskltl An' say. BOL m Dot cfiangs the Bam of the shanty, would you? Wax J. Luma A Ileal Maws Old Tklag. Of all the flock the turkrr cock Was rooating oa the lowest limb; Tbe females fat abort him sat And. tremUing. Hatened unto him. "Dear rlrta,- aald be. -I think I sea A baa k above us la tits sky. Too come below and I will go Above to guard yoa or to dJa. With Happing wins tbe afDy things Flew down npoo toe Umbs below. While be, the knava, m accents brave. Declaim that be tbe em should go. With good sight peep tbey fell But soon awoke with frightful as on by ooe the farmer's eoa Wrung every neck within his rcb. Of all the dock the torkry cock. A perch upon tbe highest tuna, Alooe was pared, who thus bad soared The aiily bees to swap wtth him. Washington Post, Tbaakagtvlnc Day. Thanksgiving day. Lift op your erea, my deac Tour eyes so tender and so snnahlna dear. That now the heavy cur .tog laabea sweep Reveal to me the hopes that baply sleep Within their depths; too day so prised Is aeae lift op your eyes, my darting, without fear (Their silent wmij my quick heart will bear And say If I with a Dew Joy may keep Thanksgiving day. What though tho reaped Oelds are brown and One glance can fill my world with happy cheer O gracious eyeai O little hands that creep To mine! O harvest that my Ufa shall reap To make for me of all tho whole round year Thanksgiving day. -Cnrlotta Perry m Harper Basar Am Esceptlaaw She (gratefully) Well, everybody has something to be thankful for. He (casually) Except tho turkey. A Fearful gappoelUow. Mrs. Slimdiet (tbe landlady) WU1 yoa bare some of tho turkey, Mr. Daahawmy f Dashaway You didn't suppose for a meat, madam, that I wanted it alt. Sea-n Liver Pills are put up in two sizes, large and small. They are giving wonderful satisfaction ask laxative and regulator. They do not gripe, or leave the bowels consti pated. Try one box, and you will use no other. Sold and warranted by John Tall, Druggist Pebsoxs who lead a life or ex posure are subject to rheumatism, neuralgia and lumb;ico, and will find a valuable remedy iu Dr. J. II. McLean's Volcanic Oil Limtnebt: it will banish rain and sabtlae In- Carnation. , come oack. POWDER Absolutely Pure, A cream cf I ri r i.-,v :., - nigheei of all in leavening strength.- THE RUTHERFORD COLLEGE, NORTH CAROLINA, Will orwn Fall T.m l .. r.. ttu . I - - - - M., Wf, VUI, A . I With a full corn r.f nrfuwr. extended course of study. Board, from 5 to 9, all expense included. Tuition, from $l-to per month. Matriculates last year. 213. rrorperU " "jjuter lamn at present. Send rtn vrm ,Annt. .. i. i. t . ----- - J -- jvuufe i i io IV l LIU healthcst place in America. xor tnx-uiars. a.l Irens. K. L. AREIINETI1Y, Pres. Rutherford College, X. C. DAVENPORT FEMALE COLLEGE, TJEIsOrR, 2ST. c. The bet liool for young- ladies In Western North Carolina. A full faculty of scholarly, experino ed, and cultured teachers. All art graduates of the best schools of the United states. Liberal and useful courses of study. Music and Art ar. prominent specialties. Aims to develop the highest type of cultured woman hood. For health, the location, ami rlinu cannot be surpassed. Tho" Lcilaing cuuvaieu ana cotmorUMy lurruahed. - ui uuuic auu appliances. The school refers to any of iu patrons. For circulars anil furihor inr... lion, address JOHN D. MINICK, A. D., Pres. dec 2ft-Mtf GILMEU HIGH SCHOOL. This school is Fneeiallv nl to Eire bOY8 a tboronfh training for college ami for the business pursuits. We will tie vote special attention in preparing teachers for the freo school work. Prices ranee from 2 to 1 ner month. Hoard cau be had at fS per month. When it is desired, pupils can make arrangements to boa id themselves. This school will berfin on 1st flav or September, 1800. Tor further particula raddres.4 the principal. JOHN A. GILMEli. jlOSm. CLAREMONT COLLEGE, IIICKOUV.N.G. IlIGIIIIST GKADr. SCHOOL, FOB GIRLS IX THE SOUTH. Beet advantages to Higher English, Music, Art and Languages. A full Collegiate Coumj with De gree of A. B. . Special Courses in all Departments. Higher in Grade, Superior in Scholar ship. Better in Equipment, Abler in Faculty, and More Comfort able in Home Life than any School in the South. Mtaws iwm His t latMw 6i Send for circular. WILL. II. gAXBOI.3, Pre, jane 1st Ihe J. & P. COATS' SIX-CORD SPOOL C0IT0N. TOU CAN BUT IT OF I. T. DAVIS. fttrtO-ly 0 CHILL CURE. CITEAPEST HIDICIIE kilOWI COMocro ouAiyrv amo acre o oosc XT WILI, AXSO om.X3 BILIOUSNESS, DYSPEPSIA, axd ciraowio oonrxrazioa. JOHN TULL. DSWftCIST. Morgan ton, ICPMJ. N-C. Cm.. BIS! W jr i ss irniMiiir lllCUIUlIMCr
The News-Herald (Morganton, N.C.)
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Nov. 27, 1890, edition 1
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