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' ' Mouth -k, YT .uwitorTni myotmto 'rnEVPnuiLMSu of xontit v. iLKEsnouo. MiLKi:s vouyrr am tub magmficf.st vallky of rX yavkis. 'imA.xnKn Mtmp IH NORTH WILKESBORO, N. C, THURSDAY, MAY 3, 1894. N0, 28' ( EXASPERATING HtAUtn ' H. B.1 PARKER, Jr., Nor iA.ttornoy at Law. I AM) NirrAUY'Pt'nLn, th Wilkesboro, - - N. C. Iii both State 1 Federal fourth, "i-"''"! attention to Utter. RN.HACKBTT, Attorney-at-Law, WUMBOEO, - N. O. 11. U ORCEXt. IKENE, t - Law, WILKEbBORO, N. C. i,r:Mtit o 1" H the Court. Collection! lit v. Jlfal estate old on coaimlseion. Morney I l)F. Geo. DougMon, r::Y3iciAii & surgeoh, ! North WiiMssuoro, N. C. OFFICE at RESIDENCE. ' W. P. Horton, 1. D. lMiyMMaft m4 Aars.a. North Wilkesboro, - N. C. AM, C.IU9 TKOMVTLY ATTENDED, DAY OK MOIIT, 134 rT OFFICE AT RKS1DKXCK. Jr. 1. 1 Holcomb Surgeon Dentist. 0lIc - From lt to loth dike ovrr Miller Kros.' utore of EACH MONTH 2-17-12m HOMELESS. r"he stood la the tender twilight While tbe soft wind wlilapered by. Homeless, frlemilewi si.d wetrj C'mUr tbe tfiiIok k. Tb total of violet u wafted ' from tbe Brans? turf at lirr freU And tbe promise of roininit tnmnifr Made all thing! wondrous n t. Bot alone the atood In Hie twllk'ht. With tbe dew on her yellow luur. And bar aoft cjree dimmed by unshed fart. With never a friend to rare. And never a roof to nbeltcr her Or a kludly word la Mid, A from door to door ahe moves a'nne. Begging her dally bread. Oh. think of her in your cheerful homes When the twilight ahodowi romn And yoo. gather around your bounteous board In tha aafe and happy home. Oiva her ft kind and gentle word Yon ean aurely spare her that; She way come to your door at any time Tbe humeles! old tramp rat. Philadelphia Timet. SWEET BOM-BY." Dr. L. A. Hauser, SURGEON DENTIST, :- in -: Hotel : Gordon. Very Dft Material Used All Work Guaranteed. ltt. il.viscr is a itradnate of the B. C. I). S.. ll.ltinion und offers his profeniionaleer vk'iM to the people of North Wilkesboro ami nurrnunilinu country. Can be found In his olllre the first week In each month. W. F. HOWARD, 7SWBLBE, Korti WBteloro, - N. C. ... 1 Ml linda of repairing done with nf attics and dispatch. Will be found ut Turner's rVrniturc Store. . Guarantee sat ififaction. Hew Beef Market I meat E. :vc Dj'OticJ a lirst-ola market in the Ircar of L. Davi storo and will kep hand a nice lino of all kinds of r on OYSTERS, k. r?rCiivc Mo a Califs G. W. ADAMS T. M. BUTTER, .... .mmin ifrn'n'irn, PTTTi u 11 uAivriiiit.vjr.v illiu - r,tin Street, - - IMin, N. C, Tarrcnared to do all kinda 01 Watch, Clock, and Jewelry Re Bairin". Kino Watch Itcpairing SnppialtV. SatiffjM-tlon Kua'rantee.1 in every particular Aaytbi'? In ir.y line onUred promptly at tbe lowest price prnwible. It will lav yon to eee me before buying Wcl or Jcwclry. t. Yon? PATENTS. J. R. LITTELL, Attorney and Coitnrellor In Patent, Trade-Mark and Copyright Cases, Opposite I'atcnt Oltlce. Washington. 1). C. Over twIvn vmk' eperience. AMrTRI CAS ntul Ff)liKI(;N Tutents. CAVEATS, ao'l all buoitine arininir Milder the patent u p'Ki ttlv nnd rnifullv proTiitH. UrJ Vifri:iM'.V-Macron!el ipecial atten- aiiin. vt-iti fur li formation. trV Km reci-ibt of model or akiHch of in TciitionI advise is to patentability without We used to wonder where or how Roxio first came into existence. She herself said she had lieen a woman ever since tthe began to live, and that was all wo knew of her past until something happened. We were a trio of Bchoolgirls, and Roxie the old black washerwoman, who had left her adopted town, a f ow miles away, and come to tho Spring to make her fortune by doing laun dry work for Miss Fancher's school. Roxie was not liked by people of her own race at the Springs, who called her "bigity," and she gloried in their estimate of her pride, doing all she could to merit it by switching and strutting and holding a high head when they were about, calling them "ugly as ho made sin and po buckra niggers," leaving them to in fer that she had belonged to "qual ity," although she never gratified the curiosity of anybody by saying so. She mw'le no mends except with us three, and he other girls wondered what we saw in the homely, surly old woman to even tolerate. But Roxie was an interesting character to us, and, the mystery she managed to throw about herself had its attrac tion. Roxie had literary aspiration, though she did not kr.ow a letter of the alphabet, and we were ambitious for her. To The Lighthouse, a reli gious weekly published by a colored clergyman in her adopted town, went many gushing effusions, bearing the name "Roxie Scales." AN e wonders! why she persisted in using this in stead of Roxie Friday, her name, and remonstrated with her, arguing that the articles were too good to appear under a pseudonym and the not havo the credit, but she was firm. These articles were on all manner of subjects. The one she seemed most concerned over was written in her own house at her dictation, enti tled "A Day In Tennessee." We worked industriously, doing our tost, while Roxie criticised right and left, made many flourishes of impatience and said she didn't believe we had ever heard of Tennessee in our lives. She ordered the best sentences cut out because they were a little exag gerated, and she was more exacting than was ever Miss Ross, who exam ined our essays and overlooked gram matical errors purposely made to test her competency. Now and again Roxie and her huge flatiron would make an angry plunge in our direction, but she always stotv twd before eettinir too near with the words in o. modified tone, "Cuillen, I'jjo s'prised at -j-V wisdom." She riieant our lack of it. Her house was a mile from the col lege, in the prettiest, wildest siot about the Springs, and on her front door a card with the words, "This is my busy day," hung from early Mon day morning until Saturday night. On Sundays she would sit at her little parlor organ and sing "Sweet Bom-By" to an accompaniment im provised for the occasion. She never varied her song, but the accompani ment was a changeable as the wind. We three would stand at the win dow and with tears in our eyes peep in upon the lonely old woman, sing ing her heart out and her breath away, her body swaying, her head in motion, her attitude and voice a des perate appeal to the God the poor soul secretly loved to send that bom by, that long delayed "Sweet Bom- by." Roxie never laughed or smiled. She had forgotten how, she said. Her countenance was the same un der all circumstances, even in her stormiest moods. Ilaving no children of her own, she had taken in, one at a time, the homeless, friendless babies she had heard of and kept them until they were old enough to earn a living. There was one with her at the Springs, a cunning little pickaninny, and to it "Miss Shiday" was a won derful woman. Roxey never scolded Beck, except for loitering on the way to and from the postofSce. Beck's in structions had been to remind the ab sentminded postmaster on Saturday that The Lighthouse should bo forth coming, and her daily query, "Any dem Lighthouse papers fer Miss Shi day P came to be a byword with the patrons. One day we went to Roxie's and were somewhat surprised to see an old negro, ragged and tattered, seat ed on her front steps, his hat beside him, his face in his hands, his whole appearance one of humble mis- erv. His broken sobs fell mourn fully upon the quiet air, and even the mocking birds that always 6ang in the crooked old apple trees ! around the door had been frightened into silenre. We went to the little washhounj, exiccting to find Roxie over the tubs, up to her elbows in soaiistirw, when there be sat on a stool, looking every bit as miserable as did the old fellow on the step. "What is the matter?" we asked. She took but a foeble notice of our presence, and went on wringing her hands, rocking herself to and fro, and making a little doleful noise tbat sounded very like the cry of the mourning doves, which kept up their ceaseless "Ooh-ooh-ooh" iack of the college, and made us homesick. "Aunt Roxie, tell us what troubles you, we said. uan t we neip youi She reached out her hand m a help less, entreating way, and we rushed to her and knelt about her, togging her not to cry, for Roxie crying was as pitiable a sight as I ever looked upon. "Honey," she whispered, "dis olo woman is mighty sor'ful You see dat ole man on de stepp "Yes," we answered. "Who is heP She did not reply, but continued to moan and stare into vacancy with wide open, tear dimmed eyes. Pres ently sho got up, went to the little window and looked at the old fellow, then came back murmuring, "It's him, it's him, atter all dese yurs, it's him." "Roxie," came the plaintive ci"y "oh, Roxie She staggered to her feet, then sank down again. "Dat's somebody what I uter know," she whispered cautiously, "back in Tenn'sce long 'go. Dat's all, honey." "Perhaps it is not him," we said, thinking she would rather be brought to tolieve herself mistaken. "Dis ole woman's sutten en sho'. sho returned. "Ain't I done toted demluks in my head all dese yurs? Ever' day I says ter myse f , 'Dere s a cray ha'r, en dere's a wrinkle, en dere's h crooked laig, en dere's a stooji-etl bac', en it's all so. Dat's do same olo nigger I'ze been totin limn in my head en studyin over ull dese yurs." Sho went to the window again. then came back and sat down. "Tell us about it," we said, "and lerhaps we can help j-ou," "Yuse done done all," she announc ed. "You brung him here, I know." That was startling. We wanted an explanation. "Hit wuz dem pieces ter de papers. Dat wuz do reasin I wrote 'em. so's he'd see 'em en know I wuz livin en doin well. En dat's where Roxio Scales kems in, whut you argifhnl so much over. I wuz a Scales, en I is a Scales Friday is a ole med up name. But I didn't reckin he'd kem trackin down hyur when I hed de paper sont ter him." "Why don't you go and speak to him, Roxie? He has come a long dis tance to see you. Go, Roxie." "I wudn't speak ter him fer dis yeth !" she cried. "Dat's a ole mar ried nigger." Roxie was a rigid moralist, but here was something we could not under stand. "Kem, sit down," she said at last. "I see I hafter tell ter set my own kerrickter stret Long 'go I wuz young, en I blonged ter a gemman in Tenn'see. So did Jabe. Dat's him out dem We co'ted en married en wuz so happy, en lm-by a toby kem.. "Bout tiat trie we tifc lumpy. whut didn't hev no mammy, ter rate. She wuz 10 den -V) yurs ole. I kin hear dat Tump singin yit, a-rckiii de crib, wid de baby u-fcquallin en her a:pattin ter drown de yells, en me a-wukin in de fiel close by, long de row. 'side o' Jabe's. Den Tump wud bring us water in de long ha'dle gourd, en I'd drink fust en Jabe nex Den Tump would skeet bac' wid a basket on her head ter keep de br'ilin hot sun off, en a dancin Juba un'er de shade. We sorter kep' ter ourse'ves, kase Jabe wuz counted lakly, on we wuked de jatches of goobers en watermilluns by de branch, en de gyardens. en de ticklish nigh empty, nut l see smoete Kemin outer de chimbly whut hed lieen ourn, en I knowed Jai;o wuz dere yit. En mebby leetie Judy hd got big 'nough ter cook, fer I'd lwn gawn 10 yurs, en wudn't she be glad ter see her old mammy? I ju' fai'ly flew down lat big road, a raisiu de dust lak a boss drove. I slung dat ca'pet bag right en lcf en strut- ed prvudern I did on de Moc in Richmon. I'd been 'maginin dat baby sayin, 'Mammy, kem bac',' all dis long while, en who knowed but whut it reaa ea up ue house an cooked now, sayin, 'Mebby mammy 'ill be home terday.' "I got ter de do'.en a young yaller woman sot in do sunshine a meudin britches, but I didn't see no leetie gal flyin round gittin dinner, en dat knocked up my cackerlations. 'Do Jabe Scales live hyur? I axed de woman, en she say ho do. En I say, 'I'ze de wife dat wuz sol in slavery. "En, chillcn, who you reckin oat wuz ? It wuz Tump, dat same Tump, growed a sight bigger 'n I ever thought she would, but whut you reckin she say? 'Mebby you wuz his wife in slavery.' says she, 'but I'zo his wife in freedom, en Jabe's gawn ter town wid Mawse Aleck's team.' "Ijisfellflat. Debref wus knocked outer me. " 'Dullaw, ef dis ain't A'nt Roxie V 6ay she den. En I 6ay, 'I nuver b'lieved Jabe wud do dat : You cudn't a-beat it inter my head all day long, ef I wuzn't hyur ter see fer myse'f. Whut med you, Tumpj' "She begin ter cry en said dcy didn't reckin I'd ever bo bac', en lak ez not I'd married agin too. I luked at her stret. 'Dem ain't my idees of marriage,' says L ' hey's my baby, dent' She sorter gasped en showed de whites of her eyes. " 'It 8 dade,' she say, en de news Bprawled me flat. " 'Whey is it I axed. " 'Dade,' she say again. " 'Whev's its little bones, I'zeaxin?' "Den she p'inted out de place, en I lef en went ter dat leetie grave, whut wuzn't no bigger'n de crib I'd seen it in las', en fell down 'side it en hid my burniu shamcfacein its cool green grass, en to 1 got up 1 heard a bnap en knowed my heart hed popped in two at las'. It was ter'ble still out in dem woods. De wind jis' move de broom saidge, en do pine trees roared 'nough ter mek you feel skeery when yuse way on: in a grave yard by yosei. JNown then a pa'tridge wud whir up en mek me jump. All ter wnnst I heard Bumpin lak sum pin sayin, 'Hurry off!' en I nuver stopped ter think it out. but hurried at wunst. "So I kem down ter dishyer stato en nuver let on who I wuz tell now, Dat ole nigger out dere is Jabe Scales. Dat's Tump's ole man, not mine, en I ain't gwan hev speech wid him. I'se too puppindicklar ter resk multi plyin words wid him. She broke into sobs again, and we went to the window. "He looks poor and old ard for Baken," we said. "Hear him cough Look at the old hands shake, and his toes are out of his boot. His trou sers must have been cut when the water was high, and look at that coat 1 Poor, dilapidated old man 1" Roxie came and peeped over our shoulders. "Dasso ," she said. "Dat Tumo orter patch his duds. He luks lak.t Vi-jeercrow, tubbe sno: henick kerns shell to skeered cyjter her senses by him. I'o gwan put my scniples in . 15 pocket, eu feed him, en clean him up, en sen him bac' ter dat Tump tor show her how ter treat a man. She did put on monstus airs when she say she wuz his wife in freedom, lak freedom wuz de pra'r book. I ain't nuver called it sich a fine thing ter to a wife in freedom." She bathed her face, then went out into the yard, singing as mournfully as ever: "Dey's a lan lat U fa"rcr den dar. En by faith we kin see it far off." She pretended to see nothing but the clothes on the lines, which the me, en id go on iy mysei en think over 'em en cry, en at las' I cudn't keep funi kemin no longer. Tumpy she doue dade en gawn. She nuver tol me tell de las' dat you wuz back dat time. u I didn't blame her. kase it wudn't a he'ped matters none. En she say. 'Go hunt A'nt Roxie en mek it rijrUt.' But I ain't axiu you ter marry me over. Roxie. I know yuse lukin up highet trees fer totter berries, but I jis' wan ter stay roun in hearin of you. Kin I, Roxie?" . Roxie brought her eyes back from the hill. She looked once at the eager old face, then looked down. Old Jabe leaned heavily on his cane. En Tumpy 's dudet" she said at lost. "Two yurs, kem nex' month." "She done all right by j-ouP "She done her bos'," was the refly. "You didn't miss me, dent" "Yes, I did, Roxie, but Tumpy 6orter kensoled me en we talked er- bout po Roxie ever' blessed day." "Po'Tump! En wheyd you lay her?" "Side o' leetie Judy." Roxie got exceedingly busy all at once and palled the clothes off the line with a vengeance. She tore a lace curtain into fragments in her excite ment, then flung it away as if it did not belong to Miss Fancher, and as if Miss Fancher were as amiable as a spring lamb. Old Jabe watched her with fascinated eyes. "Lemme he'p tote 'em in," he said, Taking up the basket, he carried it to the steps. "Roxie, it luks homey "bout hyur. he said presently. "Doan' it, now?" Roxie's eyes traveled no farther than to where the crooked, stooped old man stood, gazing contentedly about him, drinking in the peace and beauty of the hills and valleys and little brooks, not overlooking Roxie's clean yards, big wood pile and show on all sides of a modest plenty. "It do now," she answered softly. "Go buil on a fire in de kitchen, Jabe, en le's git supper. En when dat poke easy chile of a Beck, whut mus' tek her observations ez she goes long, puts in her 'pear'nece we'll sen her fer de preacher. And Roxie began "Sweet Bom By," singing so merrily we knew it had come at last, just as Beck, still "kiten her observations," came over the hill with a Lighthouse under her arm. Mrs. A. W. Bissell in Hartford Times. A C!m of IrrM! I Wboift tvrrytwnc IAIwaya A innr, tw ltc New. snot only true that there are per sons who read only the newspapers, but read them very thoroughly. It is jjerfectly amazing how long they take over it, especially in clubs. 1 noticed the other day what I am6uro , was a naturally to-nevolent old gen tleman waiting for aueveni!;paper, which was "in hand," and going through the whole gamut of human passion from impatience to despair. He was one of those iei:ons who taih. to themselves, and under the circum stances unnecessarily loud. At first he was almost placid. "I suppose he wm nave uone wuu u presently," he muttered. Then, "WTiy, the man must be reading the advertisements" then, "Why, the fellow must to learning it by heart ; then, "The wretch must to doing it on purpose," and then, "At last!" when it was put down, and he fell upon it like a tiger. I am sorry to say this was not the end of it, for finding, after all, that it was an evening iaper of the day before, which, we may bo sure, he had read, he uttered a word begin ning with a very big D that electri fied the reading room. The other man probably did not care about the date of his japer. He only wanted to read something con tinuously, as an insect devours a leaf without heed to the details of its con struction. It is the sani9 class of person (though he thinks himself very superior) who boasts that he reads Horace or Montaigne every year right through. They have not the faculty of attention, and therefore each time it h new to them. When I wits a boy, I was not mis chievous like other boys, but tonevo lent. One of my little amusements was to take out the bookmarker of my uncle's favorite volume and put it back about 50 pages every day. By this means, instead of its lasting him only six months or so, I prolonged his pleasure for perhaps a year and a half. James Pain in London 111 us trated News. Three Time Seven. In the "Life and Correspondence of Arthur Penrhyn Stanley, D. D.," the author tells us that the distin guished preacher had an entire lack of humor, and he cites an amusing incident in proof thereof. I was telling Dean Stanley that Musician Halle's cook had lately won a good round sum in a lottery with the number 23. Halle was interested and asked her how she came to fix on so lucky a number. "Oh, sir," said she, "I had a dream. I dreamt of number seven. I dreamt of it three times, and as three times seven makes 23, 1 chose that number, 6ir." When I had concluded my story, I observed a wistful expression on thurs countenance, a.& Tfwere ready nay, auxfaf-to to amuse I, but could npf for the life of him quite manage, itl Then suddenly his face vvightened, and he said, but not with out a tinge of dejection : "Ah, yes, I see. Yes, I suppose three times seven is not 23." A Suet ion Sand Dredge. A notable work in its line is de scribed in The Engineering News namely, a suction sand dredge with a capacity of 4,000 tons per hour. built by the Naval Construction and Armament company of Barrpw-in j t urness, England, lor oiierations on the Mersey bar. 1 he sand pumping machinery consists of two centrifu gal pumps with 36 inch suction and delivery pipes. These pumps are on each 6ide of a well and draw from T head at the top of the suction pipe, and around this head as a trunnion the tube can be raised or lowered to suit the depth of the water, and a ball and socket joint gives a certain amount of lateral motion. The suc tion nozzle is turned over at the bot tom, with its aperture almost at right angles to the axis of the tuto. The hull of the dredge is 325 feet long by about 20 feet 6 inches deep and 40 feet 10 inches wide, the load ed draft being 16 feet and 4 inches, She has twin pcrew engines and sr-eu of 10 knots loaded. The sun I is pumped m-frnii'55n7l lions snow that the latter may U filled at the rate of 100 tons r minute. The Old Friend And the best friend, that never fails you, is Simmons Liver Regu lator, (the Red Z) that's what you hear at the meniio i cf this excellent Liver medic'ne, and people should not to )ersuaded that anything else will do. It is the King of Liv r Medi cines; ia better than pills, and takes the place of Quinine and Calomel. It acts directly on the Liver, Kidneys and Bowels and gives new life to the whole sys tem. This is the medicine you want. Sold by all Druggists in Liquid, or in 1 owder to to taken, dry or made into a tea. TEVKRT PACKAGE- a tbe x Htaaap la re wrapnar. J. H. tElUH , ituua.ihu, rv. J. W. BARBER -SUCCESSOR TO J. W. BARBER k CO., North Wilkesboro, IN. C, DKAI.Ei: IX 1 UefleralBercliartise ASP Country -:- Produce. HE MAKES A Sl'fVk U.TY IN Groceries, Driis, Halsioes. NOTIONS, &c. ' UPars Ccslb. for .".PRODUCE.'. wuk dat old mistis wudn't let nobody ; took off, piece by piece, and put into else tetch. But one day ole mawster baskets. Craves of Two Famoua Kentaeklaaa. With heads facing each other tho great Longfellow and scarcely less renowned Ten Broeck are taking their final rest in the soil of the fa mous Nantura Stock farm in Wood ford count, the home of the Har pers. The grave of Ten Broeck is surrounded with a neat fence of pal ings, painted white and tipped with green at the top. The grave of Longfellow has not yet been in closed. Between these two equine wonders of the turf rises a handsome marble 6taff, which presents four went en died, en Jabe fell ter de sou. Mawse Aleck, en I fell ter Miss Sallie. En Miss Sallie she married, en her man nuver b'lieved in ownin niggers, but he b'lieved in sellin em en puttin de money fer 'em snug in his pock ets. He sol me, en I wuz kerried 'way off ter Mis'sippi. I togged him, en Miss Sallie tog him, but she wuz leetie, en he was big en domineerin en med her pass her cawnsent. " Fo gom I went ter decnb en tuk a long luk at dat po' leetie sleepin baby, whut wudn't soon hev no mammy, en Jabe was cryin fit ter die, en Tump wuz yellin on de do' step. It wuz wuss'n dyin stiff dead, but whut kem 'way atter dat wuz wuss yit. I luked bac' 'long ez I cud see a sign of de cabin or de smoke, en 'bout de time I wuz gittin outer sight I heard de'baby cry, en day cry rung in my head fer yurs en yurs, en I hear it yit. It wuz lak it say, 'Kem bac', mammy,' en I cried en cried, too, en when de s'render kem dat cry med me plod bac' ter f j t:i Tire old man left the steps uu 'F t , v ! Johnson and imported Rossingtoa will doubtless, when their time comes, complete the quadruple grave. As yet the marble shaft contains but one inscription, and that recounts the birth, performances and death of Ten Broeck, who beat Longfellow to the tomb. Louisville Courier Journal. ole Tenn'see. I wanted ter see Jabe en Tump en all, so I wuked hard en ! Huhkom you got saved money, den started ter em. I fum home then!" and tottered toward her, "Roxie !" he called in a tremulous old voice. "Whut ole man is you?" sho asked, tunning and looking at him uncon cernedly. "Doan' you know me, Roxie?" he 6aid, casting a sheepish, deprecating glance at his rags. "I guess you ter to some ole man slipped off fum de po'house," was the cool reply. "Roxie!" "Or some ole runaway nigger been hidin ever senco tofo' de wah." "Now, Roxie!" "Or some ole ha'nt of a nigger whut de Ku Klux hung." "Why, Roxie!" "Or some ole skeercrow whut got blowed erway en lodged down hyur." "No, I ain't, Roxie, none o' dem. I Tze a po', no 'count ole nigger named Jabe Scales, what uster live up m Tenn'see, dat you wuz married ter 'way wunst." "De laws a massy!" crclaimed Roxie. "Ain't you outer yo' mini strayed off so fur A ad She. Thanked Him. A man whose facial expression in dicated that he was at war with all mankind, himself probably included, boarded a State street motor car in which there was a seat for only one more. This he took. Shortly after ward a young woman entered. There was no seat left for her. Seven men stared intently at their toes, and three others became interested in thought. The man with the warlike face rose and offered his 6eat The young woman smiled pleasantly and said "Thank you." Then the man who had given up his &eat went out, slammed the door , after him and got off the car in such I a hurry that he turned several back j somersaults tofore he stopped. He I was a humorist who had often writ ten paragraphs about women who do not thank men who give up their seats in street cars. Albany Express. Serlona CUarge Afalnat th Oyster. One by one this end of the century age of materialism is destroying all our popular ideals, and if it continues 1901 will find itself compelled to set up an entirely new lot in the absence of any holdovers. The latest instance j cf destruction comes from a profes i sional hygienist, who makes serious allegations against the oyster, under : taking to prove that the popular no I tion that this succulent bivalve just : about digests itself is all wrong. He says that the oyster is three hours and a half in digesting and as an af t , er theater supper is about as suitable j as a lobster salad topped off with hot mince pie. And no one believes him. i New York Herald. Quite Test. He How could you, base, deceiv ing girl, when every one knows we were engaged, act as you have? You asked that odious Jack Harkins to call on you, went to the theater with him, accepted a ring from him and allowed your engagement with him to be published. Then you send for me and tell me that you loved me all the time, even after you did all those things. She Then you don't love me if you talk that way ! "What" "I only did those things to test your love." Boston Traveller. wuz happy 'nough on ae way bac ter do me a lifetime. "When I got ter de old neighbor hood wunst mo', "I kem ter fin you," he said. "I med s'arch tell I foun you, Roxie." Roxie's hand clutched at the I flew lak I hed clothesline for support, and she look- wings, I wuz so j'yfuL I walked : ed away toward the mountains, fum de railroad out, fer I'd spent "I got dem papers, dem Light mos' of my change fer presen's fer houses, you sent, Roxie, en Mawse Would Not Soaad Well. Clara The paper says that in Italy they have begun to number the clocks from 1 to 21, beginning at 1 o'clock in the morning. Dora That's horrid. Just imagine how pa would look if we had to tell him that Arthur and Gus staid until 'em alL De qua'ters wuz mighty j Aleck's leetie boy uster read 'em ter j 23 o'clock!- New York Weekly. A Musical Clab. One of the toasts at the Young Men's club of Rollstone church, Fitchburg, was, "The music of the church, and what the club can do to improve it." We should think a club properly used might bo very benefi cial in some church choirs. Boston Bulletin. Koblo Korear. Yesterday I told the members of the Stimmritze that their vocal so ciety consisted of a set of duffers, and today they have unanimously elected j me an honorary member! Deutsche Wane. LOOK KMOUR They are datringiig every day for tho want of Paint. Don't let them rot down ; but f have them painted rS ; nicely in the ' v very latest - j-f STYLES :-: DESIRED. Graininf, Papering tc. All who lived anv work done in inv lirfet' will do well to get m v very low prices for a lirst-clsss i'oh. j Don't Neglect.Your Roofs. use the Asphalt Roof Paint which is fire proof Write me at Pilot .Mount" in, or North "Wilkesboro. X. C. W. M. ROYLES. t . 5. cAstnox. 1. . CAKIIIO. North Wilkesboro Wagon Co., CASHION BROS., Proprietors. MANUFACTURERS OF Uagoiisjarts, k. ALL AY0UK GUARANTEED Repairing a Specialty. G-Itto us ex. txiaX. CASllfOS BROS., Corner Mmuc and Clcvelnd Stf. NOKTII WlLKKSBOKO, Nr C. V . v e ' - V 1 f' . v . 'i - j : 1 ' y - - J ; JWES! Vjn ' I 4 KJrj. riajitiul thu ptr.) V r 4 1 -r v
North Wilkesboro News (North Wilkesboro, N.C.)
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May 3, 1894, edition 1
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