xo-lozj jrxuu-itiussiviu FARMER: MARCH 29. 1892
poetry-
THE OLD NORTH STATE.
From the oriental regions, from oppression and
Thcy came in search of a happier life.
hen the Wood of the brave leaped light and
The? lm.kod to a land far over the sea.
To a land wh.re the oppressed might freedom
fnSSf&e stars hone brighter in the Western
skies.
us tie iroud North State first blushed to
Tfc
f Lcr radiant flowers and fields aglow
o' L-r own rich eoil and purest air,
And vtiduro wild eurpassiug lair.
tu there the mockingbird's notes do ring,
When i rint'time flowers his presence bung.
Thei-e the nightingale tilts his chorus gay
As lie ) earns and highs for the break of day.
Rrathe 'here a man with a soul so weak
Who does not of her proudly spt ak 't
WLo - heart do -s not with rapture swell
With Lnrning pride no tongue could tell.
Rer.eat in poem, by prose or mouth
Tuis noble JS.ate and blooming South.
Vo braver eoi-s did J anus know,
Wheii Kouie in conquering pride did glow;
Vo daughters more lovely, your eyes for to greet,
Though Venus may trtmble while this Q rei-eat.
Her so-s of the bravest, her daughters most fair;
Her ci.mate lnos-t lorely, her pleasures most rare.
Her forest ar. teeming with all kinds of wood.
Her horut-s are delighted with the words of tl e
goal.
In her hill gold and silver in abundance are
And ai? useful ii.in.rals her borders surround.
Her sceneries are grar d as the world ever knew,
Htr sons to her glory stand firmly and true.
Her niountaius are decked with glittering
flowers.
a her plains lofty pines boast their own grace
ful bowers.
Her forests are loTely with birdnest in them
bni.t.
White their respective songsters the swetett
music lilt.
Then where could be more lovely thau North
Carolin a's home?
Should any wL-di to leave it and go afar to roam
How varied her climate, how pure is the air,
Which give heaith to her sons and daughters
so fair.
She rt ache from the French Broad whose sullen
waters 1 oar, .
To the !-ui. j eastern regions where At antic's
lah the shore.
rterhight from Mt. Mitchell's crest of endless
Where none but Arctic masses would dare at
tempt to grow.
To the low ailuYiil regions, and ponds cf sink-
Where weee rice fields in culture and hear the
croak.in frog.
Then turn to nature's beauties, both in and out
of dxrs, , , ...
First see her mountain gorges through, which
ch rystal water pours.
Her grammar so magnificent, it makes me long
to soar
Far up in the areaJ.an l view her landscape o r.-
Her fcraves heed first the war-whoop when the
frigntsned eagles cry.
And t are their noble Uiom to the storm of bat
t le v ie ;
lut when the battle's iver and the blood-stained
la.:iii-r turled.
Her euoign beckons otward the oppressed of all
tue world.
Then "onward" be Lrr motto till crowned by
tnd'.ess fame
Hei sons wals. home to honor, and speak with
pride her Bau.e,
Then with enravishicg sympathy we'll sing in
gladdening tones
The requiem of a pa.-; dt cadence, and oppres
si on groans.
And feel that she has von a fame that will for
ever irlara
Her posterity'! obscure t rials or vict'ries march
tu cneer,
Then praise be to heriionor the goddess of valor
and love.
The home of the qual's shrill whistle and pride
oi tne cooing dove
How grand her institutions which afford access
to cram
A course of useful kuwledge to fashion up the
uram ;
Tor entering on 1 fe s icean where light-houses
are- but lew.
Men must deal with lirsh regards, as well as
Kind and true.
Her soil is vroductiveof manv kinds of grain
And other useful products which add unto her
gam
Her streamlets, creels and rivers add grandeur
to tier scenes.
And furnish ample xwer for driving all ma
chints. :
Along her restless witers we hear the ceaseless
Of niaay busy spintles and never-tiring looms,
nusi
And there our nativt cotton and wool of finest
grade
In Dixie's sunny boriers to useful fabric made
Nor is this ail the ust to us those rivers here we
see.
As they roll their tubulent waters in laughing
and glee ;
For on their heavingxwoms and gently swelling
tide
Majestic boats in g-andeur upon them safely
nuts.
Her railways, too, ire many. Hark ! hear the
rumbling wheel,
As they're at great swiftness drawn o'er the
iron rails.
Oh! what la man h vented? There's nothing
half m grai.d
To tame that locoracli ve to move at his com
mand !
hakes lxer tli5rity monarch on Atlantic's
hen tv .ward the r s y Mountains we hear her
t:retea roar.
puviy snore,
i dcxf 3
she eve tin, for rest but onward
jvv iucvj- t-trides,
Till in Pacific's . -s the bathes her panting
Too men liar nv the Ughtning their bidding
heel, 1 1
Till by it through four country go xv. rds at dash
ing speed. I
Then ought not Ninth Carolina receive our wil-
llLglote, I
Sinra,?Ler LaTpv hrders so many glories
Her ho:ne are .t. delightful and will for-
ever he
While such At
pleasant gl '
This huhjct U
Hoping North
brighter hiii"
brauty haunts th m in
, ; k to finish I'll decline,
u ' -i -iTS. splendor to daily
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HOW THEY DROVE THE SHERIFF
4 4 It is a wicked shame 1" said little
Mrs. MacDonald, turning her flax
wheel with a fierca energy. "Of
course Mr. Libby can't pay his debts
after being ill all winter, and now just
as he is getting better and planting is
coming on, he must go to jail. I should
like to know how Peggy and the chil
dren are to get anything to eat while
he is gone! If I were a man, he
shouldn't go. But there! Men folks
haven't half the spunk as women !"
"I am sure, Marie," returned gentle
Mrs. Noble, looking mildly into her
pretty neighbor's flushed face. "We
are all sorry for him, but our husbands
have as much as they can do to pay
their own debts."
"Oh, we can't any of us afford to
pay the money," replied Marie. But
Sheriff Watson is such an old coward
that he might be frightened away.
It won't do to go against the law,"
said Mrs. Noble shaking her head
solemnly.
"The law I" cried Marie, nearly up
setting the wheel in her wrath. 4 That's
the way with you Americans, Abigail !
You'd see a man roasted alive rather
than oppose the law, but the French
people are different, I'd have you
know."
, Marie MacDonald was a lively,
warm hearted woman, impatient of
wrong and eager to help all who
need her sympathy. Her ancestors
were French, and from them she had
inherited her great vivacity and quick
temper. Her husband was a Scotch
man, and though he considered his
wife the 4 4 smartest" and most lovable
woman in all New England, he some
times wished she was not so impulsive.
On her part, she found her husband's
cautious ways and guarded speech a
real trial sometimes, but love an re
pect taught each to overlook the other's
faults.
Just now her indignation was roused
against Solomon Libby 's creditors. Mr.
Libby had been ill all winter, and hav
ing a large family to support, had got
into debt to a grocer in the neighbor
ing town. The country was new and
money was scarce, so when Mr. Libby
was notified that if the debt was not
paid he must go to jail, there was no
one to help him, much as his neighbors
desired to do so.
As Marie ceased smeaking, Mrs.
Noble arose, and taking the tea she
had come to borrow, started for home,
leaving her neighbor alone with her
black-eyed baby.
The afternoon sun shone warm, so
Marie placed her wheel under a spread
ing maple near the house, and, putting
the baby on the grass near her, went
on with her spinning.
The house was built of logs and stood
on a sloping bank, at the foot of which
a little brook fretted and gurgled at
the pebbles that sought to stop its way.
Above her rose a forest of grand old
pines towering straight up into the
blue sky, while their tops swayed in
in the light breeze, making mournful
music and wafting sweet incense all
around. The soft sunlight came through
the shade and laid along the ground in
little patches of that indescrible color
that no artist can copy, the color of a
sunbeam on a bed of pine needles.
Marie's white forehead was puckered
into two thoughtful wrinkles, and her
usual merry song was hushed. Pres
ently the baby began to cry, and she
took him up ; as she sat "nursing him,
her eyes suddenly brightened, and sh
clapped her hands and burst into such
a peal of laughter that the baby crowed
in sympathy.
Marie sprang up and throwing a light
shawl over her kead and ran down the
wood road leading to Mrs. Noble's wifh,
her baby in her arms. Her light feet
pressed the vivid moss as she hurried
on, and her dress bent clumps of grace
ful fern3 growing by the roadside. All
along the path rose patches of arbutus,
full of sweet wax-like blossoms just
ready to fall from among the shining
leaves that sheltered them. A cat-bird
called out in mocking tones as she
passed, and a tiny squirrel crossed her
path.
She soon reached her neighbor's
house, and ran in flushed and panting.
Mrs. Noble came forward in alarm.
44 What has happened?" she asked
anxiously.
"Nothing," replied Marie breath
lessly, 44 only I have such a good plan,
and if you will help me, I am sure we
will drive the sheriff yet. I want you
and Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Butler and
Mrs. Libby to help, and we will save
Mr. Libby from jail."
Marie now proceeded to unfold her
plan, which seemed to interest her
neighbor almost as much as herself.
Together they visited the next neigh
bor, who, in turn, promised to let the
other two women know the secret.
4 4 Now, " said Marie at parting, 4 4 don c
tell your husbands, for if we fail they
will never cease tormenting us if they
find it out." So each woman kept her
own counsel and they all watched for
the sheriff. I
The following day, while Maria was I
busy with her houshold duties, she
heard a sharp, imperious rap at her
door, and on answering the summons
encountered Watson, the sheriff.
Mr. Watson was a round, short, red
faced man with sandy whiskers and
green eyes and a low, wheezy voice.
He was exceedingly unpopular on ac
count of his insolence and cowardice.
It was a mystery how he ever got the
office of sheriff. Just now he was
mounted on a tall, lank white horse,
and was so inflated with the sense of
his own importance that he seemed
ready to burst. Marie said to her hus
band afterwards that he looked for all
the world like a great, yellow pumpkin.
She answered his salutation very
graciously, however, and brought him
a drink of water from the well. 4 'Is
this the direct road to Solomon Libby 's?M
he asked. 44 Oh, yes," replied Marie.
44 1 am going to Mr. Libby 's on an
unpleasant errand, madan," he con
tinued, unwilling to lose the oppor
tunity of letting her know that he was
sheriff. 44 1 am Abner Watson, the
sheriff perhaps you have heard of me."
44 Oh, yes, indeed," said Marie." Mr.
Watson considered this a compliment
and became inflated.
44 Yes, madam," he continued, 44 there
are disagreeable duties about my office,
but they must be performed,' no matter
what my feelings are, and if people
will not pay their honest depts, they
must take the consequences."
4 4 Certainly they must," assented
Maria, hypocritically.
Mr. Watson bowed low and drove
on, thinking what a sensible woman
Marie was. Before he had gone ten
steps Maria blew such a blast on the
big dinner horn that the old white
horse took fright and gave a leap
which nearly unseated his rider.
" I wonder what she is blowing for?"
thought he, 4 k it wants full two hours
of noon." Just then he heard an an
swering call ahead of him. He stopped
his horse abruptly and listened. An
other and another, each in different
directions, and the echo catching the
sound flung it from tree to tree till it
seemed to the affrighted sheriff that
the woods were full of horns.
Mr. Watson well knew how unpopu
lar he was, and visions of an infuriated
mob rose before him. He pictured
himself tied to a tree and beaten. The
horrible thought was too much for
him, so turning his horse, he applied
whip and spur, hoping to escape from
the men who, ho felt sure, were after
him.
When Marie saw him pass the house,
she blew another blast on the born.,
and then sat down, shrieking with
laughter.
Great was the consternation of the
loafers at the village tavern when they
saw Mr. Watsoa tearing down the
road, bareheaded and wild-eyed. His
gaunt horse was covered with foam,
and on reaching the door, she theriff
failry fell from the saddle into the arms
of his astonished friends.
They gathered around him, asking
eager questions. 44 Is it Indians?"
asked one, 44 Indians!" panted the
sheriff, "worse than that!" 4 'Why,
I should think there were a hundred
armed men waiting to waylay me!
The woods were full of them! They
kept blowing horns to get their crew
together! I tell you," he continued,
a3 he mopped his wet face, 4 4 they are
a desperate set! It's as much as a
man's life is worth to go among them."
For a while, Mr. Watson was con
sidered quite a hero by a part of his
townsmen, while others laughed at his
adventure, but he was never tired of
recounting his narrow escape to any
who would listen. He could not be
induced to go again to collect the
money, till one day Mr. Libby came
to town, paid his debt, and told the
story of how five women and five
dinner horns had driven the sheriff
away.
44 Marie," said John MacDonald when
he heard the story. 44 Ye did weel, an'
I'm na' sorry, for Mr. Libby is a puir
hard-workin' mon, but I should na'
thought of such a plan."
44 Of course you wouldn't," replied
Marie, putting her arm round his neck
caressingly. Don't you dear slow old
Scotchman, that it takes a French
man to understand finesse."
Dora Annis Chase.
THE HERO OF HIGH BRIDGE.
BY FORREST GRISSEY.
44 How came that man here?"
4 4 Can't tell you; and what's more
neither can the superintendent nor any
of the officers," replied the roadmaster
of one of the extreme southwestern
lines, as we shook hands with the
keeper of the High Bridge, and swung
on to the rear platform of the officer's
special car.
4 4 All anybody knows about him,"
continued the roadmaster, 4 4 is, that
just as the company had about given
up getting a good, responsible man to
take the place of the former keeper,
who had been mysteriously shot, this
man walked into the superintendent's
office and applied for the place. I was
in the office at the time ; and I never
saw the superintendent so taken back
in my life. He just looked at the fel
low in blank astonishment for a minute,
and then blurted out : 4 Why man alive !
you don't want that job ; High Bridge
is the loneomest place on God's
earth.'
44 4 All the better,' said. the fellow, in
a cold-blooded way.
44 4 Very well, then, the place is
yours,' said tne superintendent, and
that's the beginning and end of all
this company knows about Argus
Steele."
Let me explain. I had just been ap
pointed superintendent of bridges, on
this line, and the general superinten
dent and roadmxster were showing me
over the road ;" introducing me to my
future duties and sub jrdinates.
The latter were uniformly ignorant
and faithful, and discharged their
monotonous tasks with a dogged per
functoriness which even the most ener
getic tracksman acquire sooner or
later. But the keeper of High Bridge
was a startling exception to the rule,
So strong was the impression he made
upon me. that on entering the car, I
scarcely exchanged a dozen words with
my companions over the next fifty
miles of our journey.
Probably I would have given him
only a passing thought had I met him
in some select circle of Boston or Balti
more, but to meet a man of his fine
pre-ence doing a wtitchman's duty at a
solitary station in the southern end of
semi-civilization ; that was the wonder
of it. On the shelf in his little 44 look
out," at the southern end of the bridge,
were several old Greek and Latin
classics and curious work on occult
science, in rich bindings, which only a
man of rare learning and fine mind
would have been able to read, let alone
enjoy. The man had those clear,
steady blue eyes that I fancy are the
special property of heroes and poets,
or of those who would become such if
the rich opportunities are presented.
Another thing I noticed in his room
which seemed even more out of place
in his perch on the edge of a precipice
between two rock-ribbed mountains
than did his classics, was the most
modern make of a wheel. I had
laughed outright when I saw it lean
ing against the wall and told him that
44 Bighorn" or 44 Mountain Goat" was
the only breed of bicycle that Could
operate in his territory. His only re
ply to my bantering was a sort of half
hearted smile, good natured enough,
but far too sad to be an expression of
r. muse mon t.
From that time on for three years
and over, I saw Steele every month;
but the first impression which he made
on me always remained, and the better
I came to know him the stronger was
my conviction that the man had some
hidden mystery in his life that would
some time come to the surface again.
But I never though of this without also
thinking with a good deal of enthusi
asm, too, that man had the right kind
of stuff in him, that, whatever came,
he would come ous all right in the
end.
Of course we got to know each other
pretty well, in a way. Occasionally
he would make some statement of
facts, and when pressed for his au
thority, would cite his experience in
different countries which showed a
wide range of travel. Once I remem
ber, after I had made an unusually
close inspection of the bridge, I made
Lliie remark that it seemed as though
an earthquake couldn't dislodge that
bridge.
"Think so?" was his laconic answer.
44 Well of course I don't know," I
answered, 4 4 as I never witnessed one.
But you don't seem t3 share my faith,
perhaps you have felt one, and know
more about it?"
4 'Yes, I have been in one," he re
plied, at the same time turning his face
from me, and chocking audibly.
Of course I changed the subject, and
never referred to it again in his pres
ence until the morning of April 24th
last, just after the severest earthquake
shock which has been experienced in
the Southwest since 1868. And well
might I refer to it then, even in
Steel e'3 presence, for it shook that
bridge, just as the early morning ex
press was due, so that the addition of
500 pounds to its weight would have
plunged it into the bottom of tne ravine
below.
This is how it happened, and I give
it in his words, as he gave it to the
officers of the road.
"Gentlemen, a3 you will not be able
to understand all the circumstances
without it, I will explain to you that I
was stopping in Naples with my young
wife and little girl at the time when
the great earthquake of Casamicciola
occurred, in 1883. We were buried in
the fa' ling buildings, and when, weeks
after, consciousness returned, I was ly
ing in a hospital. Those who had res
cued me from the ruins stated that the
dead body of my wife was found beside
me, but not the slightest clue could be
found of my child, dead or alive. From
that time to the day which I applied
for the position as keeper of High
Bridge I did nothing but search for
some knowledge of my child, but with
out any tangible clue, and only enough
of that which was intangible to form
the basis for a hope .or an impression
that she was living. Under that im
pression I have not only scoured Italy
but every country in which I had
hopes of finding a clue.
Much of my search pilgrimage his
been made on the wheel which some
of you have noticed in the "look-out"
at the bridge. On the day which I ap
plied for the position as keeper, the
last of my fortune had beon spent and
I had only a few books and my wheel.
I could part with neither of these. My
resources were exhausted and must be
replenished. More than this I was led
to seek this position from the very fact
that it was solitary and isolated. The
impression was so strong upon me that,
as I had exhausted several years and
thousands of dollars in search of my
child among the people, without re
suits, there might be a paradoxical
providence in pursuing an opposite
course of retirement, seclusion and rest
.from pursuit.
"I obeyed that impulse, whether
wisely or not I was in doubt, until the
moment when on the morning of the
recent accident I took down my lantern
preparatory to making my beat over
the bridge, before the evening train
should cross. As I stepped on to the
track, in front of the 'look out,' I re
membered that I had felt strangely do
pressed all the preceding day, and that
my mental state was not unlike that in
which one recalls the impressions of a
bad dream Before I had taken six
steps the whole sickening recollections
of the moment in which the earthquake
began to rock the walls of Naples crept
over me, because the first of those sen
sations was being repeated. I knew
what was coming, and I must confess,
gentlemen," that the motive of stopping
the train, which that instant I heard
whistling around the mountain side,
before it should reach the trembling
bridge was intensified by the feeling
that upon my success in saving that
train hung that for which I have spent
the best of my manhood, the discovery
of my child. To signal from the look
out end of the bridge was, as you know
hopeless, because of the curve at . the
other approach. It was equally hope
less to attempt to run the length of the
bridge before the train would be upon
me. That moment my eye chanced to
see the flash of my lantern light upon
the nickel of my wheel, which I had
taken outside to oil. It was my only
hop ! To make it tread the centre of
the track, across the bridge in four
minutes, meant life to that train load
of human beings and perhaps to my
child who could? Anything less
meant well, you know.
44 1 caught my lantern on to the han
dlebar and sprang into the saddle.
With nearly my whole weight thrown
into every stroke, she responded to my
will like a part of my body. I could
feel the vibrations of the bridge in
crease with each second as the roar of
the swiftFjr approaching train grew
louder and louder. Could I save it?
A moment more would tell. As I flew
over that last span the rocking was
tremendous! But, gentlemen, if the
span had snapped when I was within a
rod of the abutment, I believe that ma
chine would have made a leap and
carried me ov r, at the speed she was
under. Well, you know the rest ; the
wheel saved the day, and, gentlemen,"
said the hero of High Bridge, in a broken
voice, " that train carried a messenger
of the Italian government who brings
me certain proof that my child has
been discovered and will soon come to
me.
If the carpets and furniture of ilie
director's room had never felt the
touch of tears before, theydld that
day.
If you should happen- into the vice
president's room of this railroad you
would notiqe' the wheel which made
priceless time that night over the rock
ing bridge. At the desk you will see a
man of middle age, who never looks up
at the wheel without a brighter gleam
in his clear, blue eyes ; a gleam whose
warmth and tenderness is exceeded
only when a tall and beautiful young
woman enters, and resting her arm on
his shoulder, says with a slight foreign
accent: 4 4 Father, dear, aren't you
'most ready to go home with me?"
Wheelmen's Gazette.
Dr. V. N. Seawell, Assistant Lec
turer for the State, will visit Rich
mond and Montgomery counties and
address the citizens in behalf of the F.
A and I. U. at the following times and
places :
Ellerbee Springs, April 16.
Green Lake, 44 18.
Oak Dale, 44 19.
Hoffman, 44 20.
Laurel Hill, 44 21.
Rocky Ford, 44 22.
Pike, " 23.
Brownsville, " 25.
Terrell, " 26.
State Line, 4 27.
Hamet. " 28.
Speed Town, " "
Providence. ' 4
29.
30.
Macune, May 2.
APPOINTZJiiri1
Dr. N. M. Culbre h, Lecturer for ths
Sixth Congressional District, will ad
dress the members and friends of th
Alliance at the following times, and
places:
BRUNSWICK COUOTT.
New Britain, Friday, April
1.
2.
4.
5.
6.
7.
Mt. Pisgah, Saturday,
Bethel, Monday,
Town Creek, Tuesday,
NEW HANOVER COUNTY.
Masonboro Hall, Wednesday, April
Harnet Township, Thursday,
PENDER COUNTY.
Rocky Point, Friday,
Canetuck, Saturday,
Atkinson, Monday,
ROBESON COUNTY.
Ten Mile, Saturday,
Great Marsh Alliance,
Ashpole, Tuesday,
Maxton, Wednesday,
RICHMOND COUNTY.
Old Laurel Hill, Thursday,
Hamlet, Friday,
Elerbee Springs, Saturday,
Zion, Monday,
ANSON COUNTY. .
Lilesville, Tuesday,
Marven, Wednesday,'
Union Church, Thursday,
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April
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9.
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11.
April 16.
44 18.
44 19.
44 20.
April ?!.
22.
23.
25.
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April 26.
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Hopewell Church, Friday,
Speaking: to begin at 11 o'cld,
at each place. The public, boX
and gentlemen, cordially invito
tend ther e meetings. jL-"-
Appointments of Hon. G. W. Wil
cox, Lecturer of 3d Congressional Dis
trict, Jon s county :
Pleasant Hill Alliance, March 28.
Trenton, Tuesday, 44 29.
Pollocksville, Wednesday, 44 30.
Fraternally,
J as B. Stanly,
Sec'y Jones Co. Alliance
J. Z. ' Green, Lecturer of Union
county, will address the public at the
following times and places:
Price's School-house. Tuesday, Mar. 29.
Benton's X Roads, Wednesd'y, 44 30.
Goose Creek, Thursday; 44 31.
Richardson's Creek, Friday, Apr. 1.
Ento, Saturday, 44 2.
Speaking will begin at 10 a. m.
J. M. M ewborne, Lecturerer Second
district, will speak at the following
places in Lenoir county:
La Grange, Monday,
Deep Run, Tuesday,
Woodington, Wednesday,
Sharon. Thursda ,
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State Lecturer J. S. Bell will be at
each place and address the people.
J. T. Askew, County Lect'r.
Dr. D. Reid Parker, Lecturer 4th
Congressional District, will address the
brotherhood and citizens generally in
Nash county at the following times
and places :
Nashville, Tuesday, March 29.
Springhope, Wednesday, " 30.
Stanhope, Thursday, 44 31.
Stony Hill, Friday, April 1.
Speaking will begin at 11 o'clock a. "
m. at each place. The merchant, tha
preacher, the lawyer, the teacher, tho
mechanic, the carpenter, the farmer,
the laborer are all invited to attend
these meetings. C. H. Baines,
Sec'y Nash Co. Alliance.
NOTICE.
It is requested by the Executive
Committee of the N. C. Farmers' State
Alliance, that all propositions for the
meeting of the N. C. Farmers' State
Alliance, for its annual session the sec
ond Tuesday in August, 1892, should
be addressed to W. S. Barnes, Sec'y
Treas. N. C. F. S. A.. Raleigh, N. C.
The propositions should be in this office
by the first of May. Please give rates ,
or board and facilities for taking care
of the officers, delegates and friends
who may attend. W. S. Barnes,
Sec'y-Treas. N. C. F. S. A.
NOTICE FROM STATE EXE
TIVE COMMITTEE.
The State Alliance does not
expenses of anyone visiting?'
mg to Alliances except the v
dent or Lecturers, and
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invitincr speakers to
address thtV
should expect at legt to pay their c ,
penses.
S. B. AleSjider, J. M. Mewborno, J
SJohnstm Committee.
f If you will plant cotton, plant
V a ti t ct-r.i. "cv.. f.nio n r
per bushel, f . o. b. Fayetteville. N. C.
I have sold none of my crop forlcn
than 10 cents per pound. I refer 1 7
permission to J. & O. Evans, Farmers'
Exchange, Fayetteville. Addreea .
Jas. S. Evans,
(765) Fayetteville, N. C.
STILL - ALIVE!
THE - MOSELEY - HOUSE,
Cor. Wilmington and Hargett Sts .,
Baleigli, 2ST- O-
Convenient. central, neat, pick
et with all the necessary corr.f
for the travelling public.
Rates, $1.50 to $2.00 per day. :
rates by the week or month.
Make Your O-ezti Checs
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Send $1.00 to C. E. Kl? tinger Powell, H- D , r
receive ten rennets and complete lnstru;
for making cheese at home. , (nu
i waniea.
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To sell a pair of nice match horses, strawberry
rAon n rrTl ry -arairtht. U 111 rmrmrla JLfrh. t hl"C'S
years old this spring : have been worked torn:
Erice $110 each. Apply to
V. H. WORTII, 8. B. A.,
Or JXO-NT, Jefferson, N". C. i2'
TleOTsiva Faimer from
April Mlf&i M for Fiftj
CCIllS M-P your Clubs.
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