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f THE PROGRESSIVE FARMER : MAY 3 1892 1 Foetrv- faMe, wealth, life, death. vVhat is fame ? Tis the .un-gleam on the mountain, reading brightly ere it flies; , Ti ' the bubble of the fountain, Kiting lightly ere it dies. Or if here anil there a hero i remembered through the years, Wt'to him the grain is zero; t .i tma still pd his noDcs and fears. Yet what dangers men 'will dare If but o! ly in the air . my be hear vme eager mention of their name ; Thou li they hear it not themselves, 'tis much the same. What is wealth ? Tis a rainbow, still receding the ranting fool pursues ; Or a tov that youth ; unheeding, Seeks the readiest way to loee; Bnt th wise man keeps due measure, Xsither out of breath nor base ; He but holds in trust his treasure For the welfare of the race. Vet what crimes some men will dare But to gain their slender 6bare, In me prom, iiioutju vrnu iota ot name or health. gome plunder, spent on vices, or by stealth. What is life ? ' Hs the earthly hour of trial For life tht's but begun; When the prize of self denial May bt quickly lost or won ; "Ti the hour when love may burgeon To an everlasting flower; Or hen lusts their victims urge on To defy immortal power. Yet how lightly men ignore AH the fuuire holds in store, Sjieuding brief but golden moments all in strife ; r in tuieidal madness grasp the knife. What is death? Part its dark, mysterious portal Human eye may never roam! Vet thr. hope still springs immortal That it leads the wanderer 1 ome. Oh, he bliss that, lies before us When the secret shall be known, Ar.d the vat angelic chorus Sound- the hj mn before the throne 1 What is fame, or wealth, or life ? Past are praises, fortune, strife ; All but love that lives forever, cast beneath, When the good and faithful servant takes the wreath. HOUSEHOLD. ROUGH AND READY CAKES. One cup milk, one-fourth cup sugar, one teaspoon butter, one saltspoon salt, one fourth cup yeast, one egg. Melt the sugar, butter and s dt in the hot milk When cool, add the yeast and beaten egg, then beat in flour enough to make a stiff dough. Let it rise over night. In the morning pull off the dough in small, irregular shaped pieces and drop into hot fat. CODFISH WITH CREAM Pick out carefully in flakes all the flesh from the remenants of some boiled codfish; melt a piece of butter in a saucepan, and idd to it a large pinch of flour and a gill of milk or creun, with pepper, salt and grated nutmeg to taste, also the least bit of cayenne ; itir well; put in the fish, and gently shake it in the sauce until quite warm. If the cxnpositioa be too dry, add a little milk or cream ; then add, off the fire, the yolks of two eggs, beaten up with a little milk, and serve. SALMON TIM BALES. One pound can of salmon, one-half cup soft bread crumbs, one tablespoon butter melted, one -tablespoon lemon juice, one half saltspoon cayenne, four eggs. Remove the bones and skin and chop the salmon fine. Mix with it the crums, butter and seasoning and moisten with the beaten eggs. Pack it closely in small buttered tin cups, set them in a pan of hot water and cook in the oven half an hour. Turn oul on a platter, pour Hollandaise sauce around them, and stick a sprig of parsley in each timbale, CREM OF CELERY SOUP. One pint milk, one tablespoonful flour, one tablespoonful butter, a head of celery, a large slice of onion, a small piece of mace. Boil celery in a pint of water from 30 to 45 minutes ; boil mace, onion and milk together. Mix flour with two table?poonf uls of cold milkr and add to the boiling milk. Cook 10 minutes. Mash celery in water in which it has been cooked, and stir into the boiling milk ; add butter and season with sait and pepper. Strain and serve immediately. The flavor ia im proved by adding a cupful of whipped cream when soup is the tureen. FRIID OYSTERS. Use for frying the largest and best oysters you can get. Take them from the liouor. lav them in rows upon a clean cloth, and press another lightly upon them to absorb the moisture; i have ready some beaten eggs and I some cracker dust. Heat enough but . ter in the pan to cover the oyster. Dip L each one in the egg first, then into the cracker, rolling it over, that it may be completely covered. Drop them into the frying pan and fry quickly to a light brown. Do not let them remain in the pan an instant after they are done. Serve dry, on a hot dish. JELLY OF GELATINE. Half an ounce of gelatine, one quart of water, the grated rind and juice of two fine lemons, the whites of four eggs, sugar to the taste. Pour a quart of boiling water over the galatine, and stand it near the fire to keep hot until the gelatine is dissolved. Add the rind and juice of the lemon with the sugar (which must, be loaf or pulverized Iw-hite): let it boil ence. take it off. Hr strain it, and when lukewarm add the beaten whites of four eggs with the shells (which must have been washed v and wiped dry) Strain it till the jelly u is perfectly clear. Pour it in molds and set it to cool. It costs a great deal of money to run paper like The Progressive Farmer. iou owe anything, send the money s a?. Don't wait until to-morrow. A DRUMMER'S STORY. A Story Of More Than Ordinary Local Interest. BY R. D. WICKER, RALEIGH, N. O. 44 You don't seem to take hold, Fred," said Bob Maitland, as he nushed the decanter across the tible and blew a cloud of smoke ceilingward. "No, thank you. I never indulge now, and only have it here for my friends who take a glass occasionallv. I have not touched a drop since I was married, last summer." 44 Married 1 The deuce you say. This must be another of those dry jokes of yours, Fred. Did you ever hear any thing of it, George? Did you, Carir addressing two other young men who sat opposite, thumping on the table abstractedly. 44 Never a word, "replied both, looking up in surprise. The above conversation occurred in a room of one of Raleigh's hote not long since. Fred Bolton was a drummer for a Baltimore house, and was one among the most popular young commercial tourists who ever visited the city, and while in town might be found almost any night in his room one or two jovial companions, for while he could not bo termed what is known as a drinking man, he was fond of a glass of brandy and soda, and generally had a reserve fund of jokes on hand. 44 Tell us how you come to get caught in this net matrimonial, and why it has such an influence over your moral conduct, for I am sure there must be something' out of the ordinary in it," said Bob. 4 'It did border somewhat on the romantic; but it is rather a long story, and my wife being somewhat sensitive on the subject, I think it hardly worth while to tell it." 44 Pshaw 1 Let us have it. Hen's a light. Now go." Being thus urged, Fred Bolton pro ceeded as follows, but we shall omit the many interruptions during its re cital, and give it in his own words, as near as possible: ' ' You remember I was here la-t sum mer, and intended, when I lef c, to make Columbia, S. C, my objective point. The evening was rather a fine one, and my spirits were buoyant, as I stepped on the train bound for Greensboro. But the most trival incidents some time shape our destinies, and turn the current of our whole lives. The whistle of a locomotive, the change of the wind, the treading on the trail of a lady's drees, or the tossing away of a cigw stump, may be the turning point in our lives either for weal or for woe. "As I got on the train I went im mediately for the smoker, lis a cigar, raised the window and gazed out at the whirling landscape, and indulged in a day-dream of fairy-like air castles as the train sped on to the montnous tune of its everlasting clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, plat, plat, plat, over the ties, speeding through meadow, woods and dale, while the sun sank slowly to rest in a halo of glory behind the western hills. But I have ever found it true, that when we imagine ourselves most happy and contented withourselves and the world in general, a disturbing element is sure to pop up. There were several parties in the car who seemed to think that in order to keep ones spirits up it was necessary to pour them down, and their loud dis cussion of politices in general, and 44 Why Farmers are Poor" in particu lar, was not very edifying to me, so I retired to the sleeper. 44 As I entered the coach and looked around for a vacant seat, I was con fronted by a pair of daisy-blue eyes, fringed with long drooping lashes, and a face of such exquisitly beautiful peach-blossom tint that I vas for the moment completely dazed I could scarce get my breath and I was so nervous am sure I was awkward in the extreme ; but I could no more con trol myself than I could fly. 44 There is no use talking, gentlemen ; it was love at first sight, and I felt then and there that it would be a pleasure to die for just such an angelic face as the one before me, surrounded by a cluster of brown curls, with a nervous, twitching little rose bud of a mouth, which seemed to be asking for sympathy, aid and love ! 44 The only entirely vacant seat was just behind thi3 paragon of loveliness, and I dropped down in it in a state of complete 44 collapse," so to speak, and slowly there came stealing upon my senses, imparting a balmy feeling of dizziness, the faint sweet odor of the delicate perfume of violets indescrib ably delicious. ,4Ju3t across the aisle from me sat too gentlemen, one seemingly about fifty years of age, with an intelligent face and dignified bearing, wearing a neat fitting. m iron-gray suit, a modest gold watch chain, and eye-glasses. He smiled amiably at mp as he nodded his head in polite recognition of my enter ance, then buried Jiis face in the folds of the ne wspaper he had been reading. His companion (for he seemed to bear thit relation) was of an entirely differ ent type, being rather thick-set, red faced, short neck, and with small, restless black eyes, and dressed in a loud, bragadocia style, with a self satisfied air, and sinister smile over spreading a rather villianous looking countenance. I could not help draw ing comparisons between these two men, and my mental deductions were not very flattering to the short indi vidual, for I flatter myself that I am a pretty fair judge of human nature, as m3t drummers are. Then my eyes would involuntarily wander to the fair vision before me, and I observed that she constantly cast furtive glances at the parties opposite. I watched this for some time, all the while feeling' ill at easo and nervous, as if partially under some mesmeric spell, and felt that I must do something in order to divert the magnetic influence which seemed unconsciously to be stealing ovor me ; so I took out my order book and turned over the leaves in an abstracted man ner, when it slipped from my fingers and fell over the seat in front of me, almost in the lap of the lady sitting there. This so confused me that I scarcely knew what to do whether to apologize ty the lady and ask a return of the book, or whether I should lean over and secure the book without attracting her attention. At this mo ment she picked up the book, cast a wistful, timid glance at me, drew a gold pencil from a recticule in her lap, and turned her face determinedly the other way. 4 4 To say that I was dumbfounded would mildly express it. She deliber ately commenced to write in my book, and short'y after threw that fair, rounded arm and shapely little hand carelessly over the back of the seat, with the book clasped in her fingers, but never looking at me, or turning in her seat the while. Securing the book, I read, to my intense surprise, the following : 4 4 4 Your face looks like a kind one, and I am in dire distress. Will you help me? My name is Lydia Moss, from Tennessee, an i the gentleman in the opposite teat is my step father, who is taking me home to become the bride of the brute beside him in order that .between them they may control mv nronertv. which is considerable: but I had rather die than wed him. But there seems to be no way to avert their wishes; but I will kill myself before I will become the victim of their vile machinations. Will you marry me? I am aware that this not maid enly, bus there is no time for false modesty. If you are free I will trust you, and prove to you that all I say is true, and that I am worthy of your, confidence. I do not know you, but will trust you. If vour answer be yes, we must arrange to leave the cars at Greensboro, without their knowl edge, and have the ceremony per formed immediately. 44 1 was bewildered. I knew not what to eay or think. I was placed in a position where it was necessary to make a decision at once, without actually knowing anything whatever of the young lady; but I recklessly decided that matrimony was a lottery at best, and I felt that I could die for the fair being before me ; and without stopping to reason, I wrote on a leaf of the book it t I WILL 44 This sealed my destiny; and just before reaching Greensboro I saw the two gentlemen go into the smoking car. I followed. I drew my cigar case, and offered each a smoke, which was ac cepted. We conversed for some time, during which I learned that they were to go through to Columbia. 4 4 As the whistle ble w for Greensboro, J felt that I must do something in order to keep them where they were, and suggested that we have a drink of some very superior old apple brandy, which I told them I had in my valise in the sleeper. They accepted, and I requested them to keep their seats until I could go for it. 44 On entering the sleeper I seated myself behind the young lady and said: 4 4 4 Are you determined on this step?" 4 1 am, if you are willing to trust me.' 4 4 4 Then follow me out to the rear end of the car.' 4 4 The wheels of the car had hardly ceased to roll before we were off and safely in a hack standing near. 4 4 4 Where to, boss?" 44 4 Drive to Mr. Blank's,' naming a personal and intimate friend of mine. 4 4 Arriving there we alighted, and I explained the circumstances and my wishes to my friend, who seemed amazed, but having, all confidence in my judgement, agreed o assist me, and while Lydia was left in the hands of his mother and sister we left to secure the license and the services of a minister. Shortly after, standing in the dimly-lighted parlor, with only four witne es, Lydia Moss and Fred rick H. Bolton were duly made man and wife. 4 4 1 then bade my darling good-night, not daring to steal even one f ond little kiss, promising to call in the morning, and reluctantly departed for the hotel. "Sleep seemed out of the question for that night, for my mind was in a state of caotic bewilderment which precluded anything like tranquility; I revolved in my mind the events of the day the strangeness of the situation, and conjured up all kinds of probable and improbable theories without arriv ing at any definite or satisfactory con clusion, until tired nature asserted itself and I dozed off gently, that divine face being ever present in my dreams. 41 It was long after nine o'clock the next morning before I opened my eyes and realized in all their vividness the reality of the proceeding nights events, when, upon a calm review of my con duct I could scarce credit its truth and consequences; but that beautiful and bewitching face again arose before my mind's vision, and I fully determined, that be the consequences what they might, I should be loyal to the one love of my life, though I had no reason to think my affection reciprocated: but I realized the dread and abhorance on the other hand, and fondly hoped in time, by sheer force of my vast love, to win her affections. 44 On entering the office before going to the breakfast-room, I saw the clerk talking in a somewhat confidential tone of voice to a stranger, and I immagined they cast suspicious glances at me as I entered, and while I had done nothing I Iregretted, or for which I was amen able to the law, I realized the truth that 4 a guilty conscience needs no oc cuser.' "The clerk beckoned to me, and I drew near. 4 4 4 Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Pointer, Mr. Bolton." " 4 Happy to meet you, sir." 44 Mr. Pointer then asked if he could see me privately for a few minutes, and being assured that he could we withdraw to the further end of the room 1 1 i Did you come up on the train from Raleigh last night, Mr. Bolton?" " 4 1 did." ''Was there a lady on the train young, timid-looking, with brown hair and blue eyes?" 44 'There was. Her name was Miss Lydia Moss, but I am happy to say she is noic Mrs. Bolton." 41 4 What! Married?" 44 'Yes, sir." 4 4 4 Then, sir, all I can say is, i" am sorry for you!" " 4 WTiat do you mean, sir? Explain? or you may regret your impertinence." " 4 1 simply mean what I say, that I am sorry for you, for the lady is as razy as a March hare. I am an officer, and have in my possession a telegram from her sep father, Mr. Colbut, ' to retain her until ho can return from Charlotte this evening and reclaim her. It seems she gave him the slip here last night, as the train passed through. Himself and a frienl were taking her back home, somewhere in Tennessee, from some medical institu tion in Baltimore. "'My God! Let me think, or I shall go mad," I cried. 44 Say nothing about this. The lady is safe, and I shall remain here until the arrival of Mr. Colbut, and we will then do what is best to be dona under the circum stances." 44 With this Mr. Pointer retired, ex pressing his sympathy for me, and I was left with my sad and distracting thoughts, a prey to the most dismal forebodings. I knew not what to do ; I did not know whether to call on my bride or not ; I could not realize that what I had heard was true ; I could not doubt my love, and the whole cir cumstances, to my overtaxed brain, seemed to point to the truthfulness of her assertions. I walked the town over in nervous perturbation, waiting for the Charlotte train. I finally con cluded to call on Lydia, but to say nothing of the events of the morning, but to let circumstances shape my course in this matter this matter so vital to me. 44 1 found her as lovely as a May morning, with a bunch of forget-me-nots in the bosom of a white Swiss dress, with love lit eyes, long flowing brown hair, and a tauntilizing little pout, and as I looked into the liquid depths of those melancholy blue eyes, I knew I felt that' she loved, all reason to the contrary, in fact, I was in no frame of mind to listen to reason I was again under their mystic spell. My God! how could any man doubt her sanity. I shall drop the curtain over that one meeting it is sacred but I shall never live to forget its ectacy. "Before leaving I related to her my circumstances in life, family connec tions, etc. I bade her a gentle and affectionate good-bye until the even ing, mentioning that we should board the "train for Asheville that night, as this unlcoked for delay had caused me to forego, for the present, my intended visit to Columbia. . . 44 1 met Mr. Colbut at the depot that evening ; we repaired to a private room at the hotel, and there I told him the whole circumstances, omitting nothing ; I showed him the note she had written in my order-book in confirmation of what I had said, and he seemed both distressed and angry, but calmly asked me what I proposed to do. He stated that the lady had been thrown from a horse while on a fox hunt the year before, injuring her head, which threatened her life; that she had re covered physically, but her mind had been so impaired that she required constant watching for a long time. She seemed to forget almost every thing pertaining to the past, and imagined herself to be persecuted by her friends, and especially himself, who she claimed to be in league to force her to marry ia order that he might have complete coatrol of her property, which was in mining stocks and real estate in Ten- j nesste, left to her by her deceased father. He pointed out the folly of this, as he was her lawfully consti tuted guardian ; he said he had sent her to Baltimore for treatment, where she had been much benefitted, but being informed by the physicians there that her case was hopeless owing to some intricate fracture of the skull, which seemed to press the brain, and which would necessitate a dangerous operation being performed, he had been to take her home, and I knew the rest. 4 4 At the close of this statement he suggested a divorce, bit said if I did not desire that, for the sake of keeping the matter as quiet as possible, he would turn over her property to me, now her lawful guardian, and that perhaps under persistent treatment her mind might be restored, as she was never violent or hysterical, but labored under such hallucinations of mind as de scribed. " I informed him that I should cling the closer to Lydia, and that if she con tinued insane enough to love me, I should be only too happy, and that he might express her trunk to Asheville, and I should say nothing to her of his return, but would visit him and her mother immediately after transacting my business at Asheville. "I satisfied him also on the score of family and eligibility, and we parted. 4 4 That night we took the train for Asheville, and I was once more m an ely jium, as I clasped that little hand in mine, and thought how innocent, helpless and dependent she was, and my heart warmed to her with a more intense glow than before, if possible, on account of her affliction. 44 1 shall never forget that night the 22d-of August, 1891 if I should live to be a hundred years old. I lay back in my seat and revelled in day-dreams of the future, with the fair picture of Lydia ever in the foreground. My nervous system, which had been so highly strung for the last twenty-four hours, compared to the present blissful calmness now settling over me, relaxed, and I soon found myself lost in slum ber, while the cars sped on through the midnight gloom, taking many to a home beyond the skies. Suddenly the cars gave a lurch, a crash, there was a medley of groans, shrieks, prayers and imprecations. 44 The next I remember, I opened my eyes to find that my legs were impris oned by a pile of broken seats from be hind; the window-glass,' or something else, had cut my face, which was bleed ing profusely, and I knew that I was in a railroad wreck. My first thought was of Lydia, whom I found lying par tially under me, with her head un protected, and I could see that she looked like a corpse ; but I could render her no assistance on account of being so pinned down. At this time some gentleman, thinking not of himself, but of others, 6houted that he was free to render aid to those needing it I c vlled out, and he lifted the debris from me, and through his aid we succeeded in extricating Lydia, who, to all ap pearances, was dead. 44 1 did not stop to succor others, but finding I was comparatively uninjured, I clasped my darling in my arms, and succeeded in bearing her to the track above, and hastened, with all the speed which fear and despair could lend to me, up the track A small light soon glimmered in the distance, which I knew to be a light from some house. I bore her there, awoke the surprised and alarmed inmates, explained, as best I could, and resorted to all the homely remt dies at hand to resuscitate her. To my great joy I found she was still alive, and I immediately dispatched the kind hearted husband to Statesville for a physician and resumed my efforts. By the light of a pine torch, (the only available light on the premises) I dis covered a deep gash on the back of her head, around which were clots of blood and knots of hair. With the aid of the lady of the house, we dress ad the wound, and shortly after I was over joyed to see her open her eyes, and look around bewildered. 44 4 Where am I? What has hap pened?' she asked. 44 4 Hush! you have been sick, and must not talk. Try to sleep, and when you awake you shall know all." "She lay back like a tired child, and slept. 44 4 No tongue can, tell how I prayed God to spare her. He, answered my prayer, for as the dawn came peeping through the tree tops, and the strange but sweet notes of birds were piped through the morning air in a grand chorus of melody, heralding the morn, she opened her eyes to light and reason. But while the light of reason shown in those beautiful orbs, I was pierced to the heart to find that sha had no welcoming smile for me ; that in gain ing her reason I was lost to her and love I I felt that if ever I possessed her love I should have it to win over again. 4 4 Dr. Scott soon arrived, and after dressing the wound and making a thorough examination of her injuries, informed me that with good care she would be all right in a day or two, and hastened on to Bostian Bridge, the scene of the wreck, little dreaming that the wound on his patient's head had been the means of relieving a pres sure from the brain which restored to the world the reason of one of God's loveliest children. 44 It is useless, as well as impossible, to describe the horrors of that fatal wreck, so graphically portrayed by our journals, and which are to this day so harrowing to the feelings of those who suffered, and to the friends of the los?r 44 During Lydia's convalesence I ex plained to her that we had been joined in wedlockj the circumstances attend ing it, and the decision I had arrived at upon finding out the true state of affairs. When I exhibited to her gaze the note she had written in my book, she blushingly said : "'Why, Mr. Bolton, you might have known that any lady who could be guilty of such conduct as that was an insane creature," but acknowledging that she remembered my face, as in a dream. 4 4 4 1 will agree with you, if you will only substitute 'Fred for Mr. Bolton." "Fred!" 4 'I clasped her in my arms, but could say nothing more than 4 4 4 Thank God!" 4 4 We left the home of the kind but simple-hearted couple the next day for Asheville after liberally compensating them. I found Lydia's trunk had pre ceded us, which helped her and myself both out of a dilemma which I think I never could have been equal to. 44 We stopped at different hotels she registering under her maiden name, as we b )th agreed that another ceremony was necessary to make us one, the first marriage not being lawful because of her insanity. "When we arrived at her mother's three days later, and they were ap prised of Lydia's mental transition through the Bostian Bridge wreck, words are inadequate to describe the joy of her mother and surprise of Mr. Colbut. 44 A few days later there was another wedding, under more favorable and happier auspices, and I am to day the hnTVii PRt man in threes Srafno lhis is my last commercial trip. gentlemen. I ehall spend the remain ing days of my life at home. I only gained Lydia's consent to fill this en gagement with the firm upon the promise that I would never drink an other drop, and that when tempted, to think of her and the Bostian Bridge wreck. 4 4 Good night, gentlemen." PUBLIC SPEAKING IN ROWAN CO. A. u. bnutora, Lecturer seventh district, will address the public at the iouowing tunes ana places : Peeler's School House, May China Grove, Enochville, Mill Bridge, 7r Speaking to begin promptly at 11 a. m., each day, and a private meeting of the Alliance will be held after the public adlresses. STIIJL - ALIYE! the - moseLey - house; Cor. Wilmington and Hargett Sts., Ealeigli, 3ST. O. Convenient, central, neat, pleasant, et;., with all the necessary comforte for the travelling public. Rates, $1.50 to $2.00 per day. Special mtes by the week or month. (788) Make Tour Own Cheese I Send fl.00 to C.E. Kittinger Powell, 8. D an! receive ten rennets and complete ins tract io. if for making chtese at home. (771) Farmers' iianoe Warehouse Go. HENDERSON, N. C. Highest Prices-Lowest Charges. Author ized Capital, $100,000. In commencing thK the fonrth year of the successful management of the Vance County Co-operative Alliance Warehouse Company, ttr leave to thank the Alliance and the public x larsre for the Increased patronage given up last year, which was about double that of any previous season in sale of Leaf lobar co. We arf nappy to sav that the Company has Jufet paid out to ijtockholdera a twenty-five per cent. C a.l Dividend S net earnings for the past twelve months, and has saved besides, to farmers wbo have sold with us, thousands of dollars in ware house charges. . .' Do not be deceived by the macy mis-statements made to you by aiemies of this' house, who are obliged to tell U& tales to get your con sent to pay. their high charges. We giv e highest market prices, while our charges are the lovwK This justifies us in calling ours Til a t$t -HOUSE in one of the best markets to be found anywhere. Yours fraternally, (754) W. H. JENKLNS, Slanager, K i x ,4 4 'r ' 1 J
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