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X r " v ' 'V : i ILKESBORO RTH No w T. J. ROBERTSON, Editor and Publisher. DEVOTED TO THE UPBUILDIXG OF NORTH TV1LKESBORO, WILKES COUXTY AND THE JilAGXIFICEXT VALLEY OF THE YADKIX. ONE I) H.I.AU l'EU YKAK-ln A.Irance. VOL. 2. NORTH WILKESBORO, N. 0., THURSDAY, AUGUST 3, 1893. NO. 41. How's Your Liver? Ia the Oriental salutation, knowing that good health cannot exist without a healthy Liver. When tho Liver is torpid the Bow els are sluggish and con stipated, the food lies ( in the stomach undi- feeted, poisoning the lood: freaucnt hcadacho .1 I I ensues; a reeling of lassi ' 'tudo, despondency and nervousness indicato how the whole system is de ranged. Simmons Liver Regulator has been tho means of restoring moro people to health and happiness by giving them a healthy Liver than any agency Known on earth. It acts with extraor dinary power and efficacy. Rrr. R. C. Wildhh, Princeton, N. J.,.iy!i: "I find nothing help to much to keep me in working condition as Simmons Liver kcgulator." See that you get the Genuine, with red 2 00 front of wrapper. rurAHD ohlt av 9. H. XKIIXN A CO.. l'hlUdelDuJ, Far Hats! Hats! "Why do you go bareheaded when you can buy a hat at LINDSAY'S for 4 cents? You can find most any stylo of Ladies', Hen's, Boys', Childrens' hats thero you want. HE IS SELLING LADIES' Oxford Ties -AT- 75 Cents. NICE FIGURED LAWN, at 4c; CALICO for 5c; PANT GOODS for 10c; COTTON PLAIDS for 5c; BEST DOMESTIC for 61c. And there you can find anything yon want in GROCERIES. Sugar, 5; Coffee, 18; Syr up, 25, Etc. Highest Prices Paid For IPBODTJCB. 'You will Bavo money by calling on W. E. LINDSAY. (Next to Finlcy Brt.) NORTH WILKE3DORO. N. C. O. K. CA8IIIOI. J. A. CASHIOX. Horft Wilkesboro Wagon Co., CASHION BROS., Proprietors. MANUFACTURERS OF Wagons, Carts, k. ALL WOliK GUARANTEED. Repairing a Specialty. CASIIION BROS., Corner Maplo and Cleveland Sts. North Wilkksbouo, N C. AT VERSAILLES. 8he stepped upon that fragrant iward. She watched the Joyous fountain play. The girlish queen, whose futo was hard, llor sunshine lotted scarce a day. Bhe watched the joyous fountains play. Her eyes and lips with smiles alight. Her sunshine lasted scarce a day. Her hopes were lost ki blackest night. Her eyes and Hps with smiles alight. The chumiiug Murlc Antoinette; Her hope were lost in blackest night; llor follies let the world forget. The manning Marie Antoinette, Hoe loved a play, a rout or ball; tier follies let the world forget, Stio paid so dearly for them all. bhe loved a play, a root or ball; Hue loved a brilliant, sparkling genu glio paid so dearly for them all. E'en with her life and diadem. She loved a brilliant, sparkling gem. Ah! who shall count the price she paldr E'en with her life and diadem. As on tho block her head she laid. Ahl who shall count the price she paid? Ah! who can suy what thoughts she had As on the block her head she laid The past unrolled, both good and bad? Ahl who can say what thoughts she had? Ko doubt her loved Ve real Ilea she saw. The pat unrolled, both good and bod. Versailles still owns lior sovereign law. Ko doubt her loved Versailles she saw. She lingers yet around the spot. Versailles still owns her sovereign law: By no ono can It be forgot. She lingers yet around the spot Tho girlish quoen, whose fate was hard'. By no one can it be forgot She stepped upon that fragrant sward. M. A, B. Evans in Quips. ALWAYS TOO LATE. Priscilla, who often wondered why it had been necessary to name her after her dead and gone great-grand-aunt, was growing up into a fine young woman. She was 16 and tall at that. Her cousin, Tomlinson Perrybrook, then five and twenty, made up bias mind to marry her if he could get her, since in his estimation she was. tho prettiest, best and sweetest little darling living. But she was only 16. Ho would say nothing yet. He would wait until 6he was 17 and. then speak. Then Tomlinson Perrybrook, hav ing made up his mind quietly, went back to his occupation, which was what he called "improving his place." Ho laid out new paths, planted new trees, improved the garden and gave the parlor a fine frescoed wall and ceiling, a new Persian carpet and velvet furniture. Meanwhile he said nothing to Pris cilla, having not the slightest doubt that 6he liked him and would say "Yes" whenever he said "Will you?" Priscilla did like him. She was secretly a good deal in lovo with him and very much hurt that he did not make love to her. Every one in the house know this except Tomlinson himself. Ho was wait ing for tho seventeenth birthday. Before that time Priscilla went to London to pay a visit. There, at tho houso of a fashionable relative, Bhe met a fashionable young man who fell desperately in love with her. In her heart Priscilla wished that her Cousin Tomlinson had been in his place, but as far as she knew her Cousin Tomlinson had no more than cousinly affection for her. Consequently, feeling that her youth was waning with the approach of her seventeenth birthday, she ac cepted her first offer and came home to tell her father and mother what sho had done. They in turn told Cousin Tomlin son, who, having contrived to hido his emotion, escaped from them as soon as possible and went home to shut himself up in the frescoed par lor he had furnished for unconscious Priscilla and cry like a girl. There was nothing for it now but to get over his misery as well as he could, and he congratulated his cou sin in a very pretty choice of words and went away to distract his mind by travel. Ho resolved not to return until the end of November. This was May. In June his aunt, Pris cilla's mother, wrote to him. One of the paragraphs of her letter con tained a tremendous piece of news. It was this: "I am sorry' to tell you, dear nephew, that Priscilla has quarreled with the gentleman she was to mar ry and that the affair is quite broken off, so that she has even given him back his ring. Of course such events are unpleasant, though we are glad to keep our girl a little longer. Mr. Dinwiddie was silly enough to be jealous without reason." Priscilla was free again. Cousin Tomlinson's spirits arose. The fres coed parlor arose before his imagina tion, with Priscilla on one side of the grate and he upon the other in twin armchairs. He saw her driving the little pony phaeton ho intended to buy for her down the broad path leading from the house to the gate, and he was just three days' distance from home, and a woman whose heart has just been hurt is always readier to accept a salve for it in the shape of a new lover, as we all know. It would be well for him to return home and exhibit himself as Pris cilla's adorer in this moment of maid en humiliation. But this young man liked to carry out the plans he had formed for himself. He had said that he would travel until November, and it seemed proper to do so. Con sequently he proceeded on his jour ney. Now, Priscilla, who had not loved her lover, but only been pleased by his love for her, had thought a good deal about Tomlinson, whose woebe gono face had given her a notion of truth the day he called to bid her adieu before he set off upon his jour ney, and 6he had actually purposely made her lover quarrel with her and broken off her match on his account. "Tell my cousin, mamma," she had said, and mamma had written. But when Tomlinson made no re sponse, Priscilla grew angry ; when he did not return or even write to her, angrier yet At last when June, July, August, September and October had iwssed she began to confess that she was an idiot to throw away a true heart for one that had no love for her, and that Tomlinson had worn a long face for some ether reason than her en gagement The consequence was that when exactly on the 23d of November, as he had resolved in the first place, Tomlinson returned home, and to lose no time hurried to his aunt's as soon as he had made himself present able, with the firm intention of pro posing to Priscilla that very evening, he stood aghast at the door of the parlor before a very pretty picture that dissolved before his gaze his Cousin Priscilla with a gentleman's arm around her waist He retreated to his aunt "Who is that?" he asked, pointing to the parlor. "Mr. Dinwiddie," said his aunt "I thought you told me" began poor Tomlinson. "Only a lovers' quarrel, after all," said the aunt smilingly and quite unaware of Tomlinson's anguish. "They've made it up beautifully." He went away shortly after and left his compliments for his cousin. Miss Priscilla married Mr. Dinwid die this time and really grew to love him, but there was something charm ing about her Cousin Tomlinson, erect as a poplar and trim as a Quaker, which was exceedingly to her taste. His little pink mouth and narrow, well drawn eyebrows were very, very pretty. His hair was always parted properly. There was no dust on his coat She sometimes contrast ed him with her husband and wished that heaven had given her such a man, but no one ever guessed it, and the poor young lady seemed very much ashamed of the silly secret hid den in her breast She was in all respects a good wife and resolutely set herself to banish ing her cousin's image from her breast She believed herself to have succeeded when 10 years had gono by, but Tomlinson was still a bach elor and still kept the room he se cretly called Priscilla's parlor as a sort of secret hiding place, where he went at tunes very late in the even ing with a flat candlestick to bewail his single blessedness and indulge in retrospection. But a change was at hand. Mr. Dinwiddie, who was fond of horses, bought a fine spirited ono in th morning and rode him out in the aft ernoon. That night Priscilla kept dinner waiting long indeed forever. No one ever ate that dinner, for in tho ghostly moonlight as she sat at her window, she saw her husband s horse rush past like some black phantom without his rider. The poor follow lay three miles back upon the lonely road, prone on his face, stone dead. And so Pris cilla at 27 was a widow. As time passed and her grief soft ened she certainly looked very well in her cap. Tomlinson thought 60. so did Mr. Wincher, who settled her husband's property. This tune Tomlinson made up his mind promptly. Of courso it would be indecorous to intrude upon a wid ow's grief with words of love. He would wait a year for decency, ana one month over for good measure. The year and one month would bring them to Dec. 21, 13. Ht would propose on the evening of Dec. 24. He wrote the date down in his notebook and counted the days as a girl does those between the present and her first ball. Meanwhile he made no sign and kept away, and Mr. Wincher, being Mrs. Dinwiddie's legal gentleman, found it necessary to call on busi nessvery often. The year tottered away. Tho month after it waxed and waned. Once or twice when they met by chance something in Tomlinson's eyes had revived old fancies in tho widow's heart But at the end of the year she remembered he had not so much as called once. She gavo a little sigh and looked in the glass. "Twenty-seven is not 17," she said as she pinned on her first white col lar and tied on a little white crapo bow. "I'm sure, at least that Tom linson used to think me very pretty." Just then a servant came to tell her that Mr. Wincher had called about a piece of land. On the 24th of December, 18, at half past 7 in the evening, as he had decided, Tomlinson Perrybrook, just 86, dressed himself with much care and observed, with some annoyance, that a bald spot as big as a shilling interfered with the straightness of the back parting of his hair. But toning a pair of pearl colored kid gloves, he betook himself to his cous in's residence. He rang the bell. The girl answered it and took in his card. She returned to beg that would wait a few moments. Tom linson waited half an hour. Then a jubilant gentleman came flying out of the parlor and shook hands with him. It was Mr. Wincher, whom he knew very well. "Well go in and seo her in a mo ment, my dear fellow," ho 6aid in a whisper. "She's a little agitated. Ladies always are on such occasions. Well leave her to herself awhile." "Occasions what occasions?" asked Tomlinson. "You haven't suspected me, then?" Wincher said. "She has just prom ised to make me happy by becoming Mrs. Wincher." Again Tomlinson, with a woeful aspect uttered congratulations. Again Mrs. Dinwiddie gave a little sigh and drove away a little thought She was married to Mr. Wincher in the spring, and there was no sud den dissolution of the marriage, for Mr. Wincher lived 30 years, which, for a gentleman who was 48 on his wedding day was not doing so badly. He died of something with an ex ceedingly long name, and having been very kind indeed to his wife she shed a great many bitter tears and felt very, very lonely. She was 58 now and had no chil dren. The second widow's cap and crapo veil shaded the face of an elderly woman, but sho had grown round and had a bloom in her cheeks, few gray hairs and a splendid set of falso teeth. When she had been a widow six months, Tomlinson Perrybrook, an old bachelor of 63, utterly bald and grown woefully thin, sat over his soli tary fire. "It is queer how old fancies hang on," he said to himself. "I suppose I could have any beautiful young girl I choose to propose to" (an old bachelor always believes that, and the older ho grows and the uglier ho gets the stronger this strange hallu cination becomes). "But I am fond er of Priscilla than any of them. "She is changed, of course; not pretty now, and I suppose other men think her an old woman, but she's a darling yet, and if I can get her to many a third time and come here and live in the old house I made ready for her when she was 17 the end of my life will be its happiest, and, God bless her! Ill try my best to make her happy too." Then he went to hi3 desk and looked at a bit of ribbon she had dropped from her hair the.' day she was first a bride, and that ho had saved all these years and kissed it, and taking his cane (ho lied already had a twinge or two of rheumatism) went to call upon his Cousin Priscilla. Portly and rosy, she sat knitting at her fire, neatly clad in widow's weeds. Opiosite her sat a .?tout gen tleman, perhaps two or three years her junior. "Thi3 is my next door neighbor, Mi. Packer, Cousin Tomlinon," sho said. Tomlinson bowed ; so did Mr. P. "Any relative of Mrs. Windier's I'm delighted to know; I'm sure," he said, with great emphasis, but ho did not go. It is etiquette for one caller to leave soon after the arrival of another. Cousin Tomlinson knew, but perhaps Mr. Packer did not At all events he sat and sat and talked and talked until Tomlinson, rising, said: "Cousin Priscilla, will you see mo to the door? 1'vo a word to say to you." She smiled and went into the hall with him. He drew the door shut "He pays long calls, I see," he said, indicating Mr. Packer. Something like a blush mounted to Priscilla's face. "Perhaps he thinks he has a right to do so," she said. "I'm glad you called tonight, for when a woman of my age takes such a step she doesn't like to break it to her friends herself. You must do it for me, cousin. You must mention that I am engaged to Mr. Packer. He is a worthy man and respects me very much and has 14 motherless children, and our estates join, and I am lonesome oh, so lonesome I And when people at our time of life do this sort of thing, what is the use of delay? I shall, of course, not marry before the year is out but then" Poor Tomlinson ! He sat down on a hall chair and excused the act by speaking of his late attack of rheum atism. Then ho added, apropos of her late words: "Yes, yes, delays are dangerous I" And then he said very softly: "Well, well ! Goodby, Cousin Pris cilla! Goodby!" And he held her hand longer than he had ever before and for the last time in his life and went down the long gravel path. She looked after him. "He's an old man now, God bless him," she said, "but how trim and straight he is." Then tho thought that had haunted all her life flashed into her heart for an instant and warmed it back to youth. "Ah, no fool like an old fool," she said and went back to Mr. Packer, who had meanwhilo refreshed him self with a short nap, with his head against the paper, and burst out of it with confused apologies. Mr. Packer outlived his wife, and Mr. Tomlinson died before sho did. He never made up his mind about her any more, but I often wonder how such things are fixed in the other world. Exchange. WRITES LETTERS BACKWARD. The Peculiar Accomplishment of a Pitts bars Citizen. Did you ever seo a person begin writing a letter at the last period and then write backward and finish up at the beginning? That's what Curl Maier can do without the least exer tion. It seems just as easy for him to rememl)er tho words and letters of a sentence in reversed order as it is for the ordinary person to rememler them in their regular order. It is an easy matter for him to think lack ward, and what is more astonishing he writes upside down. The lettci-s are all inverted as ho looks at them when writing. And again, in per forming this feat, which one thinks would require all tho power and at tention of his brain, lie is not dis turbed by carrying on a conversation with you, no matter how foreign tho subject may bo. Maier's performance would make one almost believe the theory recent ly promulgated by a scientist that we have "double barreled brains." If jou repeat a sentence to Maier, no matter how long it may be, after hearing it onco he will commence and write the sentence verbatim, starting at the last letter of tho last word 'and finishing it through to tho first letter of the first word. It seems to bo natural to him to invert his mind iu his work, for ho never falters or stops to think, but writes as rapidly as a person wilting in the ordinary way. "I acquired this in a ieculiar man ner," said Maier. "While I was a clerk in a grocery store in Saxony 1 was an ambitious 6ort of a boy and always wanted to do everything different from every person else. When the customers eaino to mo for their bill, I would place the billhead in an inverted ixsition in front of mo and mako tho bill out backward as I have written for you. I came very nearly being i)rosecuted for practicing witchcraft Many people assigned this power to the witches. Then the spiritualists came to me and told me I was controlled by : won derful mind. Although I couldn't ex plain it by any other theory than that it was a concentration of my mind, I at last persuaded them that there was nothing supernatural in it. "I am not able to perform tho feats I used to when I was younger. I am getting old now, and my memory is not so good as it used to be. My eye sight is pretty near gone. I can't see very much. In looking at you I see it is a form and know that you are a human being because you speak to me, but I couldn't see my writing if I didn't use a blue pencil. It seems to be the only color that I am able to see. That's the reason I use it' all tho time." Tho old man started to write a long sentence which was given him. When he began, he said : "While I am writing this I want you to talk to me, for it seems to make my work easier. You need not le afraid of annoying mo. I could bo writing a discussion on theology and at tho same time carry on a conversation with you on the financial situation, and it wouldn't worry mo at all." Pittsburg Dispatch. A Confession From Miss Wilkin. Mary E. Wilkins "'fesses up" to the following story about her youth ful days: When Miss Wilkins was a young girl, she was invited to a paiiy, and she yearned with a great yearning for a blue sash to adorn herself for the occasion. But her mother thought differently, and Mary was obliged to content herself with a blue ribbon tied around her waist But another little girl was more lucky and appeared in the full glory of a wide blue sash. Miss, Wilkins at once took all the life out of that other little girl by telling her, in a superior way, that sashes were all, oh, all out of style, and ribbons were the only garniture a self respecting waist would acknowledge. Miss Wil kins characterizes this conduct of hers as 'a piece of cattishness" and professes repentance. Exchange. Excarsion Trips In America. America is a big country, and they do things in a big way. When an insular British association meets at Edinburgh or Warwick, the members confine themselves to such reason able excursions as Roslin or the Forth bridge, Stratford or Kenilworth. But the American Institute of Mechanical Engineers, which seems to have its homo ia New York, readily accepted the hospitable invitation of San Fran cisco. The mere going and return ing involved a direct journey of 6,000 miles, but by way of agreeable inter lude and the lightening of scientific labors many of the invited guests took a casual northern trip to Alas ka. London Saturday Review. Hash Money. Two burglars broke into tho house of a merchant who was generally considered to bo very rich. After herculean efforts they managed to open the safe, but who can describe their disappointment when they found that it was empty and all their labor in vain? At that moment the master of the house, awakened by the noise, appeared on the scene. For a moment all three stood there as if turned into stone. The merchant was the first to come to himself. "Gentlemen," he said, "let us all maintain a discreet silence over this incident and now permit me to show you to the door." Seifenblasen. The Worship of Wi t. Early northern Christ hnity trird to put down we'll worship without much success. Wry recently, if ix t now, well.-, iu Derbyshire wire "dr;rs.xl" with flowers ou a certain lay and a rustic merry making fol lowed. All thij would have lccn 'idolatry" ia the eyes of King r' Ixrfc or of St. Cummin, who died i-i 0'J A. D., and tho prac tice, really is a relic or GentSiism," as Au'.ovy calls it. Kiug Egbert imposed tlnce years of iH iiauco on people who kept wakes at wills. So did St. Cummin. But whereas the wake was originally hallowed to tho well itself or to its presiding naiad in latter times tho wells wero sacred to saints, and the wake or noctunud festival went on merrily. There is a little loehan near the Naver wluther tho country people still gather, or very lately wero used to gather, and hold a wake cn a cer tain night in summer. Tho conse quent frivolities have liecu obnox ious to tho kirk as well as to ti:o church. Tho ancient religion "prove. I an excuse for a gbiss," or a lass, or both, and all forms of festive religion are difficult to reform out of exi.-t-cuce. The masa was easily "hhn.ipt d out" in Scotland, but tho repression of Robin Hood's games nearly caused a revolt against the ministers. Tints well worship lingered on, icrhais lingers yet, though tho pilgrims aro honoring an unknown naiad or a disestablished saint. London News. A Illrthclay Surprise. It was a raw and gusty day. Great clouds of dust came whirling lieforo tho wind, but tho lady in tho percale waist, accompanied by tho lady iu tho china silk, never noticed it. They conversed fluently. The one eyed man who was offering small red bal loons for sale at a sacrifice t mako room for spring stock chanced to overhear now and then u snatch of their discomse. "Yes," quoih the lady in percale, "it's my husband's birthday, and I'm going" Tho balloon man could not h' lp no ticing, although it was oubido tho lino of his business, that t-ho was very sweet, and tl;ro c rept into Lu heart a feeling akin to regret that he, too, was not married. "to fcurpriso hii:i." Involun tarily tho fellow's glance followed her to tho next store but ono where sho purchased an imported hat with ostrich plumes. "L-n't it swevtf exclaimed the lady in china silk. "And do you think ho will bo sur prised?" "Yes," was tho confident reply. "I know ho didn't expect mo to get a new ono this month." The balloon man shuddered end looked tho other way. Chuv.o Dlado. Siuc:ilii.; For .Tu-ticc. A few mornings ago, nhortly after the adjournment of tho Jefferson market court, a man cuuio iu and wanted a warrant. "You can't get it inw," explained ono of tho olnccrs. "Tho judge is gone for the day." "Where can I find him if" "You'll have to wait until tomor row morning to transact any busi ness of that sort" "Wait until tomorrow!" he ex claimed, wiping tho perspiration from his forehead and gazing at the empty bench as if he'd like to jump aboard of it and issue the warrant himself. "There ain't no use of getting ex cited," continued the officer. "You don't expect to Iks murdered, do you? And nobody ain't going to lain your houso down, I guess." "Well, you keep on guessing," re plied the exasjerah-cl citizen, "but if you had a woman next dr haugin over your back yard fenco from momin till night talkin to your wife while you was waitiu, hungry for your meals, I'm Ixtiin you'd squeal for justice a good deal louder 'n I can." New York Times. They Outgrow It. The office boy had been roasted by the boss until he was so tired t h.t ho adjourned to a remote corner and collapsed on a chair, where a vLitor found him. "You seem to bo in trouble," said the kindly caller. "I am," answered the boy. "The old man thinks what ho says, and ho says enough about me to hang me up if ho was a jury." "That'll be all right after awhile," 6aid the visitor encouragingly. "I know it," and the boy's face brightened. "Don't I know it By gravy, if it wasn't that a boy can't le au ofHce lxy always, I'd go jangle myself," and ho kicked tho ofiico cat over tho railing and went and meas ured hLnself against tho wall and looked longingly at tho distance be tween the pencil mark he made and one a foot and a half alove it, where the old man's head reached. Detroit Free Press. The I'uhcard XoUc of Injects. Entomologiits have succeeded in recording the cries of many insects by the ordinary system of musical notation. But this method does not show the actual pitch, which is usu ally several octaves alve the staff. It merely serves to express the mu sical iuterv:ds. It is known with rea souable certainty that many inse-cts have voices so highly pitched that they cannot be heard by the human ear. One evidence of this fact is that some people can distinguish cries of bisects which are not audible to oth ers. Washington Star. DIGGING P0STH0LE3 DY LIGHTNING. A Man from Colorailo Clvr an t.i!luniit. oils Hired Man mt loli.t. The man with Ukj gingerbread board was watching his neighbor la boriously digging jHistholeH. "They didn't dig in that way out in Colorado when I lived," rciid he. The neighbor, who was a hired man, dropped his patent "digger," looked around to s. e if bis employer was visible, found ho was not, and took a seat on the ground, ready to listen. "How did you work it?" be asked. "By steam?" "Steam?" said tho mnu with tho ginger beard. "Naw. Done it by lightning." "Lightning?" "Yas. You sec, In tho part of tho btato I was in they is no metals of any kind in the ground ami no trees. I've often watched tho lightning ca vortiu around in tho heavens for a hour at a time, jist nchin fer wome thin to striko at, but not l-in able to do so, 'cause they wasn't nothiu it could tako a 6tart at. No attraction, you see. Well, ono day I was u -sweat-in away, just like you would Ihj if the 1m)ss was around now, when a old feller that lived there beforj 1 come come along and says he'd t-iliow mo a schemo to save all that work. You can bet I was williu, so ho sends mo to tho houso fer a bag o' tcupenny nails, and ho plants a nail in every placo I had marked fer a hole. 'They is a 6torm oomin,' says he, 'and if I hain't mistakened, she is a-goin to do the job in one whirl.' I didn't say nothing, fer, honest, I thought ho was crazy, an I lowed I'd letter hu mor him. "After he got tho nails all planted ho dragged mo away to a safe dis tance an told mo to watch her work. Pretty soon tho stonn como along, with moro thunder an lightnin m it than you will seo hero in a month o' Sundays. Directly it got over them nails. Then bliffl blaml It went to pluggin away at them there nails stuck in the ground, tho most do lighted lightnin you ever seo to git somethin to shoot at And ev'ry time sho hit there was tho neatest post hole dugout you ever see. I did haf to trim a few of 'em up with a spade, but as a gineral thing they was as neat as a body would want to look at Natur is mighty useful if you know how to handle her." The hired man said "Gosh I" and resumed work in the automatic man ner of one in a dream. Indianapolis Journal.. Wedding Ceremony Trociiutlons. Thero aro certain precautions in cumbent upon tho would bo bride and groom and their friends by tho close oW'rvation of which they may hopo to give tho final slip to tho ill luck which would appear to 1m lying iu wait to devour them. They must not oieii an umbrella in the houso, even though they have seen tho mis chievous bridesmaids pourqunntitjes of rieo into its case. On the con trary, they owo it to their hopes f futuro happiness to provide all the rice and old shoes they can get- A horseshoo must be hidden in tho flowers beneath which tho ceremony is performed, and a wishbone must keep it company. Of course tho brido must wear Something old and something new. SonM-Uiiuif borrowed and something bine. If one of the couple can manage on the way to tho ceremony to catch sight of a spider, a toad or a wolf, ho or sho may congratulate himself or herself. On the other baud, it would lie well to send an accommodating friend ahead to put out of tho. way such unlucky objects as a monk, a hare, a dog, a cat, a lizard or a ser Ient If a raven croaks above tho bridal party, it will save trouble to givo tho wholo thing up. If cither one trips on the way to tho church, the stcpKmust bo retraced, and filial ly, when tho portal is reached, both bride and groom must put tho right foot first on the step of the church. New York Sun. Fineness of Engravers' Lines. In St John's college, Oxford, in preserved a portrait of Charles I in which the engraver's lines, as they seem to be, are really microscopic writing, tho face alone containing all the book of Psalms, with the creeds, and several forms of prayei-3. The learned Porson is known to have indulged in this species of curi ous idleness occasionally, and jMr haps the Greek verses from the Mo dea of Euripides, with Johnson's translation of the same, for Buruey's "History of Music," were executed by him. Though consisting of 2'JO words, they are comprised in a circle half an inch in diameter, with a small space in the center left blank. Boston Commonwealth. A Remarkable Cause For Action. From a remarkable case heard in tho Oban small debt court tho other day I gather that a belief in witch- crait is sun more or less prevalent in the highlands. Onedairymau named Campbell sued another named Black for damages which he alleged he had sustained in his character and repu tation in consequence of tho defend er having asserted that "ho had an evu eye," ana mat with this wicked organ he had injured two cows by -upsetting'- ana "lelling" them. I am glad to say that the Scotch law does not recognize this cause of ac tion, and the sheriff dismissed the case. Are there no schools hi Obau to root out such dense ignorance? London Truth,
North Wilkesboro News (North Wilkesboro, N.C.)
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