THE PUBLIC LEDGER.
BILIOUSNESS
Who has not suffered this misery
caused by bile in the stomach
which an inactive or sluggish
liver failed to carry off.
THE PREVENTION AND CURE IS
liquid or .powder, which gives
quick actiftn to the liver and
carries off the bile by a mild move
ment of the bowels. It is no pur
gative or griping medicine, but
purely vegetable. Many people
take pills more take Simmons
Liver Regulator.
"I have been a victim to Biliousness for
years, and after trying various remedies
my only success was in the use of Sim
mons Liver Regulator, which never failed
to relieve me. I speak not of myself,
alone, but my whole family." J. M. Fill
man, Selma, Ala.
jBSt-KVEKY package-
Has our Z Stamp in red on wrapper.
J. M. ZJEILIN & CO., Philadelphia, Pa.
MINOR WAREHOUSE !
OXFORD, N. C.
For tie Sale of Leaf Tobacco!
R. F. KNOTT I CO.,
PROPRIETORS.
jWe take pleasure in informing our
many friends in Granville and adjoining
counties, that we have purchased the
Minor Warehouse and fitted it up in
fiibt class order, and is now doing our
Lest to pay farmers rafter prices, espec
ially on all brights, as they are in de
mand. We extend to you our thanks for your
liberal patronage last year, and we faith
fully promise you that our reputation
for conducting every department of our
business in the best manner possible,
shall be fully sustained during this year
and we will ever be on the alert to guard
and protect the interest of our patrons,
seeing that they get the very highest
market prices for all grades.
We are pleased to call attention to the
fact, that since the money stringency has
somewhat abated, that all old and new
ibrights are climbing higher in prices and
are eagerly sought after by our buyers,
as they need large quantities to fill press
ing orders and are willing to pay the
very HIGHEST MARKET PRICES
for all grades. octl3 Gm.
NOTICE,
UNDER AND BY VlliTUE OF THE POWER
of sale conferred upon me in a deori of trust exe
cuted on the 25th day of August, by James
Al. llvgge & (!. O. llegge. am' duly rferistered in
mortatfage book 3,7 page lu the oflice of the
Reeister of deeds of Or nville county, default
having been made in payment of th debt secured
thereby, I shall sell for cash, by public auction to
the highest bidder, atthe court honee door in Ox
ford, Granville county, IN. t:., on the Oth day of
November. l3,the real df scribed and conveyed
in said deed of trust to-wit: Two houses aud lo' s
at Stovall, N. C, one is on Williamsboro street
atul fronts 30 feet on said street and runs back
1UU feet, store and lot No 3 formerly occupied
by YV- A. Patillo and the Granville Alliance Co.,
(2nd) the house and lot formerly occupied by
Mrs. Ida J. Knott, which fronts 1:0 feet on Bae
kervllle street and runs at right angles with said
-street back to the Oxford & Clarksvllle R. R.
and contains a six room , house. Time of sale
vm. C. S. EASTON,
A, A, HICKS, Atty. Trustee.
Oct 5th 1893. 4-W
Administrator's Notice.
TUR UNDERSIGNED HAVING BEEN DULY
qualified as administrators of the estate of
William B. Crews, deceased, hereby give notice
to all persons indebted to said estate to mske
immediate payment to us; and to those holding
claims against said estate to present them to 11
lor paymeat on or before the l.rth day of Octo
if r or this notice will be pleaded in bar of
-their recovery. JAMES A CREWS,
THOS. J. CREWS,
Admrs. of W. B. Crews, dee'd.
Oct, 13th, 1893, pct,13-6w-pd.
"AS DARBY SAYS TO JOAN."
" Well, now, the sun's a power o' heat!
The sap's a-running strong
I stopped in with the boys a bit
There, as 1 come along;
The cowslip swamp was budded thick
With now and then one blown
I fetched a couple in my hat"
As Darby says to Joan.
f" We'll have the cattle out to grass
Come Pass-day, I'll be bound;
Hear how the creeters stamp and low
Soon as they smell the ground?
It's time to rake the garden off
And set a bonfire goin':
Plan out the beds to suit ye, wife"
As Darby says to Joan.
" It seems wuth while, a day like this,
Jes' to ha' wintered thru;
I feel the sun clear to my soul.
Old as I be, I do. . . .
Mebby it would look awk'ard-liko
To get to Heaven alone;
I'd full as lives stay on a spell"
As Darby says to Joan.
M You ain't forgot the old side porch.
Back whar the grapevine hung?
They think folks didn't court and kiss
When me and you was youngl
Jes' such another likely day
The parson made us one"
As, hitching up his chair a bit.
Darby says to Joan.
Dora Read Goodale, in N. Y-.Independent.
A WATERLOO VETERAN.
He Was Proud of His Medal and
His Son.
How fate drifted the old veteran into
our little Canadian Lake Erie village I
never new. Drifted him? No; he ever
marched as if under the orders of his
commander. Tall, thin, white-haired,
close-shaven and always in knee
breeches and long stockings, he was an
antique and martial figure. "Fresh
whitefish," was his cry, which he de
livered as if calling all the village to
fall in for drill.
So impressive was his demeanor that
he dignified his occupation. For years
after he disappeared, the peddling of
whitefish by horse and cart was re
garded in that district as highly re
spectable. It was a glorious trade
when old John Lock held the steel
yards and served out the glittering fish
with an air of distributing ammunition
for a, long day's combat.
I believe I noticed on the first day I
saw him how he tapped his left breast
with a proud gesture when he had done
with a lot of customers and was about
to march again at the head of his horse.
That restored him from trade to his sol
diership he had saluted his Waterloo
medal!
There, beneath his threadbare old
blue coat, it lay, always felt by the heart
of the hero.
"Why doesn't he wear it outside?' I
once asked.
"He used to," said my father, "till
Hiram Scudder, the druggist, asked
him 'what he'd take for the bit of pew
ter.' "
"What did old John say, sir?'
" 'Take for the bit of pewter!' said
he, looking hard at Scudder with scorn!
'I've took better men's lives nor ever
yours was for to get it, and I'd sell my
own for it as quick as ever I offered it
before.'
' 'More fool you,' said Scudder.
" 'You're nowt,' said old John, very
calm and cool, 'you're nowt but walk
ing dirt.' From that day forth he would
never sell Scudder a fish; he wouldn't
touch his money."
It must have been late in 1854 or
early in 1855 that I first saw the medal.
Going home from school on a bright
winter afternoon I met old John walk
ing very erect, without his usual fish
supply. A dull, round white spot was
clasped on the left breast of his coat.
"Mr.. Locke," said the small boy,
staring with admiration, "is that your
glorious Waterloo medal?"
"You're a good little lad!"
He stooped to let me see the noble
pewter.
"War's declared against Rooshia,"
went on the old man, "and now's right
to show it. The old regiment's sailed,
and my only son is with the colors."
Then he took me by the hand and led
me into the village store, where the
lawyer read aloud the hews from the
paper that the old veteran gave him. In
those days there was no railway within
fifty miles of us. It had chanced that
some fisherman brought old John a
later paper than any previously received
in the village.
"Ay, but the duke is gone," said he,
shaking his white head, "and it's curious
to be fighting on the same side with an
other Boney."
All that winter and the next, all the
long summer between, old John dis
played his medal. When the report
of Alma came his remarks on the French
failure to get into the fight were severe.
"What was they ever without Boney?
he would inquire.
But a letter from his son after Inker
man changed all that.
"Half of us was killed, and the rest
of us clean tired with fighting," wrote
Corporal Locke. "What with a bullet
through . the flesh of my right leg and
the fatigue of using the bayonet so long,
I was like to drop.
"The Russians were coming on again
as if there was no end to them, when
strange drums came sounding in the
mist behind us. With that we closed
up and faced half-round, thinking they
had outflanked us and the day was
gone, so there was nothing more to do
but make out to die hard, like the sons
of Waterloo men. You would have
been pleased to see the looks of what
was left of the old regiment, father.
"Then all of a sudden a French
column came , up the rise out of the
mist, roaring 'Vivel'Empereur!' their i
djrums .beating" the chartre.. We cave
inem room, lor we were too dead tired
to go first. On they went like mad at
the Russians, so that was the end of a
hard morning's work. I was down,
fainted with loss of blood, but I will
soon be fit for duty again. When I
came to myself there was a Frenchman
pouring brandy down my throat and
talking in his gibberish as kind as any
Christian. Never a word will I say agin
them red-legged French again."
"Show me the man that would,"
growled old John. "It was never in
them French to act cowardly. Didn't
they beat all the world, except us and
the duke?'
With the ending of the Crimean war
our village was illuminated. Rows of
tallow candles in every window, fire
works in a vacant field and a torchlight
procession! Old John marched at its
head in full regimentals, straight as a
ramrod, the hero of the night.
His son had been promoted sergeant
for bravery on the field. We boys
thought the old army of Wellington
kept ghostly step with John Locke, while
aerial drums pealed and beat with re
joicing at the new glory of English
speaking men.
After that the old man again wore
his medal concealed. The Chinese war
of 1857 was too contemptible to cele
brate by displaying his badge of Water
loo. Then came the dreadful tale of the
Sepoy mutiny Meerut, Delhi, Cawn
pore! After the tale of Nana Sahib's
massacre was read to old John he never
smiled, I think.
Week after week, month after month,
as hideous tidings poured rapidly in,
his face became more haggard, gray
and dreadful. The feeling that he was
too old for use seemed to shame him.
He no longer carried his head high as
of yore. That his son was not march
ing behind Havelock with the aveng
ing army seemed to cut the veteran
sorely. Sergt. Locke had sailed with
the old regiment to join Outram in
Persia before the Sepoys broke loose.
"I'm feared something's gone wrong
with my heart."
Months went by before we learned
that the troops for Persia had been
stopped on their way and thrown into
India against the mutineers. At that
news old John marched into the village
with a prouder air than he had worn
for many days. His medal was again
displayed on his breast.
It was but the next month, I think,
that the village lawyer stood reading
aloud the account of a great Sepoy fort.
The veteran entered the post office and
all made way for him. The reading
went on:
"The blowing open of the eastern
gate was the grandest personal exploit
of the attack. It was performed by
native sappers . covered by the fire of
the Sixtieth regiment and headed by
Lieuts. Howe and Salkeld, Sergts.
Smith, Carmichael, Burgess and Locke.'
The lawyer paused. Every eye turned
to the face of the old Waterloo soldier.
He straightened up to keener attention,
threw out his chest, tapped the glorious
medal and so saluted the names of the
brave.
"God be praised, my son was there!'
he said. "Read on."
"Sergt. Carmichael, while laying the
powder, was killed, and the native
havildar wounded. The powder having
been laid, the advance party slipped
down into the ditch to allow the firing
party, under Lieut. Salkeld, to do its
duty.
"While trying to fire the charge he
was shot through one leg and arm. He
sank, but handed the match to Sergt.
Burgess, who was at once shot dead.
Sergt. Locke, already wo inded severe
ly in the shoulder, then seized the
match and succeeded in firing the train.
He fell at that moment, literally riddled
with bullets."
"Read on," said old John, in a deeper
voice. All forbore to look twice upon
his face.
"Others of the party were falling
when the mighty gate was blown to
fragments, and the Oxford light in
fantry, under CoL Campbell, rushed
into the breach."
There was a long silence in the post
office till old Joh n spoke once more.
"The Lord God be thanked for all
His dealings with us. My son, Sergt.
Locke, died well for England."
Nervously fingering the medal on his
breast, the old soldier wheeled about
and marched proudly straight down
the middle of the village street to his
lonely cabin.
The villagers never saw him in life
again. Next day he did not appear.
All refrained from intruding on his
mourning. But in the evening, when
the rector heard of his parishioner's loss,
he walked to old John's home.
There, stretched upon his straw bed,
he lay in his antique regimentals, stiller
than at attention, all his medals
fastened below that of Waterloo above
his quiet neart.
His right hand lay on an open Bible.
His face wore an expression of looking
forever and ever upon Sergt. Locke
and the Great Commander who takes
back unto Him the heroes He fashions
to sweeten the world. Toronto Mail.
When catarrah attacks a person of
scrofulous diathesis, the disease is almott
sure to become chronice. The only
efficacious cure, therefor is Ayer's Sarsa
parailla, which expels 'scrofula from the
system and the catarrh soon follows suit.
Local treatment is only a waste of time
H. Heineman, Milwaukee, writes:
"One box Japanese Pile Cure has cured '
me of a case of 28 years standing, after
being treated by New York's best physi-'
clans." Sold by J. G. Hall.
FOR SUNDAY READING.
SHUT IN.
Shut in, but not alone: '
Who closed the door, Himself is hero.
Speaking in words of Heavenly cheer.
And calling me His own.
I see the clouds sail by,
Like silent ships on silent seas:
But winds and clouds their Sovereign please.
Their path is marked on high.
God's will is in the rain,
The seasons of the rounding year;
It glistens in the falling tear;.
God's will is my pain.
So in thatWilllrest;
His loving hand makes all my bed,
And on that hand I lay my bad.
Remembered, loved and blest.
The Sabbath comes and goes.
Bringing its hush of peace, its silent calm.
But not for me the temple psalm
Yet this my Father knows.
He giveth songs at night.
And thro' the day sweet anthems roll
Within the chancel of the soul
To Him who makes all bright.
I dare not then repine,
But wait to do the Father's will,
Bidding my doubts and fears be still; 1
"My times" are His, not mine.
Rev. Henry Burton, in Central Presby
terian. WEAKNESS MADE STRENGTH.
The Light In Which We Should Consider
the Limitations of Our Lives. t
There is, for many people, a certain
exhilaration in fighting" against exter
nal obstacles. For a healthy nature,
struggle, however arduous and pain
ful, has always an element of inspira
tion, and J he man who is dealing with
a difficult external problem has the sat
isfaction of se'eing-, from day to day or
from year to year, the evidence of his
growing mastery of his material. This
element of inspiration disappears, how
ever, when one comes to deal with
one's own limitations; those invisible
boundaries which character or inherit
ance or Providence has set to individual
activity and influence. Every thought
ful man or woman recognizes
these limits, which it seems at times
impossible to pass beyond; there
are moments in the life of every such
man and woman when a Chinese wall
seems to be built about them, of such
adamantine structure that no door can
be opened through it. That which
gives life its interest is the presence of
more or less distinctly discerned ideals
of character and achievement, and that
which brings with the recognition of
limitations the profound sense of dis
couragement, and, at times, of despair,
is the feeling that these ideals are im
possible of realization. Many a man
successfully, or at least courageously,
sets himself against all the odds which
external fortune could array against
him, whose heart fails when he sees
the limitation of his own ability. The
eager desire to pass beyond the furth
est point of power we have
yet reached, the intense longing-
to work out of ourselves
into a personality richer and more com
prehensive, the passionate desire to de
tach ourselves from faults which we
recognize, the recurring weaknesses
which humiliate us, and the conscious
ness of limited faculty or gift constantly
borne in upon us, bring- with them, at
times, a sense of intense discourage
ment. There are moments when it
seems 'as if it were not worth while to
go as far as we are able, because we are
not able to go as far as we would. But
there is a great fallacy in this view of
ourselves. The limitations which we
discover in our own characters and our
own ability are not like the mountains
which inclose the valleys, and which,
being immovable, mark their lasting
boundaries; they are t constantly,
although often unconsciously, pushed
back by the 'steady expansion of our
natures. For limitation yields in large
measure to the power of growth. The
halting speech often becomes the spur
of a noble oratory. When . limitations
are recognized and accepted as part of
the discipline of life, they become
sources of strength and grace to us. It
is the sublime truth about life that
there is absolutely nothing in it which,
rightly used, may not contribute to a
man's growth; and many a human soul,
recognizing that its limitations are
divinely ordained, has drawn from that
recognition a strength of patience, a
sweetness of temper, and a beauty of
spirit which have, after a time, dis
solved the limitations themselves in
that Divine atmosphere which knows
no boundaries. Christian Union.
Elements of Popularity.
Thompson Jones seems to be very
popular. I wonder what's the reason?
Johnson It's all due to the way he
greets a man.
"Yes?"
. "Nine times out of ten he says let's
have something." Texas Sif tings.
What He Thought.
"I think it possible that marriage is
the only state that is conducive to real
happiness."
"Are you married?"
"Er no; but I am engaged."
"Yes; I thought so." Chicago Rec
ord. .
Quite a Respite.
Crossgrain This has been a delight
ful winter for me.
Miss Warbler I've had such a cold
I couldn't sing a note.
Crossgrain All the girls I know have
been in the same fix. N. Y. Herald.
An Error of Distinction
"What does Tennyson mean about
the after-dinner talk across the wal
nuts and the wine? We don't have
walnuts in the after-dinner talk."
"We have chestnuts, though."
TOBACCO -:- WANTED
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Affiance j arehouse
OXFORD, N. C.
WE HAVE :
1st. A corps of successful buy
ex s.
2nd. A largo and well lighted
Warehouse, surpassed by none in
the State.
3rd. Last, but not least, plen
ty of cash among our tobacco
men to make every pile of tobac
co bring full market price.
311 hard work, HONEST
WEIGHTS, fair dealing ai.d the
highest market price is what you
want, then bring your tobacco on
to
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OXFORD, N. C.
ocrlD.
SPECIAL
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A1IS
Oak finish, Ladies Tart and
harness, as good a new, at about
half cost.
Two elegant new style Surries,
reversible, 2 or 4 pissenger, and
two very strong Columbus Bug
gies at cost.
One Ross Feed Cutter, been
used very little, at half price.
Rmemier, we carry every
thing in Hardware, Tinware,
Crockery, Glacswnro, Wood and
Willow-ware, Builders' Material,
Doors, Windows. Blinds, Lime,
Plaster, Cement, Cow Hair.
In fact5 everything for the
Farmer, everything for the House
keeper, everything for the Me
chanic except dry goods and gro
ceries. Guns. Pistols, Loaded Slu-l's,
Caps, Dupont's Powder.
Excelsior and New Lee Cool;
Stoves, Open Franklin Stoves. A
handsome line of Grates.
jgCome to see us and if vou
owe us make arranement-i to pay
us tit once. We nne1 the money
and mut insist on settlements of
amounts due us.
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