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bill arps letter. Atlanta Constitution.-- , v - , V I have had an occasional request to v reproduce and save from oblivion a ser- l;.- JLUUU TIVA-ftV. UV AUU1IU V. OWWW- ; ern press some fifty Tears ago and. was mAn thor VAnt rh wMinn rvr f Ha oaii f ri known' as ' the "Harp of a Thousand Strings." v Not long ago J. quoted ja paragraph from it and a friend writes me from East Feliciana, La.', and says that the author of that quaint old ser mon lived and died in that v parish anil his daughters ' ' and grandchildren . live . mere uuw auu are uis mw- uexguuurs. Strange to say the author was a minister of . the gospel, sober, serious, ; solemn and devoted to his calling and for ja long time it was not, known that the ViimAWna nmhnmi rTTAH frit a dinmofiiiiA of "Zedekiah- the Scribe" came from his gifted pen. But some preachers can't help seeing and enjoying the lucuV crous side of v human nature, i Sidney Smith, the'famous English divine, ! was as solemn as the grave on solemn occa sions, but he inhaled a great deal ;6f merriment ; without a smile. He pro voked others ! to the ; most qonvulsie laughter, but gave no sign save in trie twinkle of his eyes. t Judge Longstree;, the eminent jurist, the learned preach er, the dignified president of two col leges and a university arid-the author of "Georgia Scenes," was of similar, type. I met him often during my youth and do not recall , that he indulged in a hu morous, anecdote. The: last; time J I met him was during the' war in the office of The Columbus Enquirer, when he indulged in bitter sarcasm against some Georgians whom he called trait ''orous obstructionists. I could hardly imagine that he it was who molded the .inimitable characters of Ned Brace arid Ransey Sniffle. Johns Hooper, was not a preacher, but always a 'sedate and very dignified . gentleman. He xwks secretary of t the embryjo confederacy that assembled t in Montgomery and. there was no sign of 'Simon; Suggi" or "Taking the Census" in his solemn deportment. My observation has been that the best story : tellers and conver sationalists have the 1 least inclination to write or publish their own scintilla tions. It was common to say ' of my : old partner, "Oh! rare Judge ' Under- wood," but I could never induce him ;to put pen to paper in that line. He said r that a good story or a flash of wit a&d ; humor lost its relish by writing it, for the . tone of voice, the accent, the . piquancy, the facial expressions, could not be recorded. J ' When the Rev. J. T. Lewis wrote this sermon it was not uncommon for amateur preachers to perform up and down the western rivers and thus adver tise their business, which was princi pally flat boating and peddling their , produce. Lorenzo Dow took continental j . i i i-ir nr lvahw ' was a pretty good orthodox preacher. ---These flat boat preachers were a rough and ' tumble set and tangled up the scriptures awfully, but they could draw s- the - crowds- and : their whiskey was a ; good cardZ "It was an"crthodox product then ana preachers and the people were f as fond of it as old Father Noah, who rr was a preacher of righteousness. Rev. : r Mr. Lewis does not give this preacher's . name, put , nis, sermon nas been sent me by my friend and I give it to your readers as it was given to me. When b it first came forth we thought it inex pressibly funny. It is not so funny f now to the old people, but the younger generation are more easily amused than f the veterans and' for their sake I append ; it. A pretty school girl recited it last week at the commencement exercises! of our public school and she did it well i and brought down the house. ' ' v. This sermon 'was said to have been . preached at Port Hudson, where y- the amateur divine had "tied up" for the k double purpose of observing the Sabbath ? and selling whiskey.' - j .v ' .1 may say to you, my brethering, ; that I am not an edicated man, an'j I , i. it : 1 1 lti aw. iiuii Kfiic ui lueiu oa uciievcs tua,i medication is necessary for a gospel mjn- ister," for I believe the Lord edicates ?His preachers just as He wants 'em J to "be edicatedfan' although I say it that oughtn't to say it, yet in the state! of ; Indianny, where I live, thar's no mjan as gets bigger congregations nor what ;. L gits. - . : i . " Thar may be some here today, niy brethering, as don't know what persua- v sion 1 am uv. Well, l mnst sav to vOu. v mv brethering. that I'm a-Hard Shell - Baptist. Thar's some ; folks as don't pike the Hard Shell Baptists, but I had rather have a hard-shell as no shell I at all. - Yqu see-me -here' to today,- my brethering, dressed up in good clothes; you must think I was proud, but I am ; not proud, my brethring; and although I have been a ureacher, of the gospel .for r twenty years, an - although . J'm " cant'in of the flat boat that lies at vOur landing, M'm; not proud; my: brethri ig; 'S- I am not gwine to tell . edzactly w' xar my text may be found; suflSce it to say l it IS in me leas oi tne xuie, anu yuu u find it. somewhere-, between .the first "chapter of the : book Generations; ; and the last Chapter of the book" of Revolu tion8t' ahd ef you . will go : search the scriptures, you,ll not only find my tex - thar, but a great many other texesj as ; will do you good to read, and my . tex; i when you shall find it, you shall find it to-read thus, ah - v -1 , r; "And lie played on a harp of a thou sand strings sperits of jest men made ; perfect." " t. . . ..a .; J:- : ; My tex, my brethering, leads' me to : speak of sperits.'. Now, thar's a great many kinds of sperits in the world-f-in ii the fnsa hlarr Char's ' thft RTwTnWi rirno folks call ghosts; and thar's the sperits J of turpentine, and thar's the 'sperits - as 5 some folks call liquor, and I've gotj : as U good an artikel of - them kind of sperits on my fiat boat as ever was foch ddwn the Mississippi river; but thar's a gjreat .many other kinds of sperits for-jthe ; tex says: "He played on a- harp of a v thousand strings, sperits of jest ; men f --- - ". . -'3 1 made perf eck. 't And thar's . a great many kinds offire in the world. In the fuss place thar's the common old sort of fire,; and. then there's "foxfire, and camphire, fife, before you are ready, and fire and fall backhand many other kinds uv fire, for the tex ; says. "He played ' on the - harp ; . of s. a thousand strings, sperits of-jest men made per feck." .. . : ' ... :' But I'll tell you the kind of : fire as is spoken of in the Bible,, my brethering, is Hell Fire! and that's the kind of fire as a great many "of you'll " come to ef you don't do better nor what you have been doin'for f He 'played on a harp of a thousand strings, : sperits- of jest men made perfeck." And that's the kind of fire you can' t dodge, toy brether ing, ah, for its the fire that won't be quenched. You may fly to mountains of " Hepsidan, where the ' - woodbine twineth and the lion roareth 5 and the whangadoodle mourneth for itsi-first born, but you can't hide from the-tm-squenchable fire, for it is the fire of hell and damnation, ah ! And he played on a, harprof a thousand strings sperits of jest men made perfeck. " Now as there are many kinds of sperits and many kinds of fire, ahl in the world, ah ! jes so there are many kindsaf-Christians, ahl In the fuss place we have - the episcopalians, and they are a high-sailin', high-roostin', hifalutin set, ah! and they may be lik ened unto a turkey buzzard that flies up into the air, ahl and he goes up, and up, and up, till he looks no bigger than your finger nail, and the : fust thing you know, he comes down,' and down, and down, goes to fillin' hisself on the carkiss of a dead hoss by the side of the road, ah! and "He played on a harp of a thousand strings, sperits of jest men made perfeck." And then thar's the Methodis, ah! They may be likened unto the squirrel runnin' up into a tree, for the Methodis beleeves in gwine on from one degree of grace to another, and finally on to perfection, and the squirrel goes up, and up, and up, and he jumps from limb to limb, and branch to branch, and the. fust thing you know he - falls, and down he comes kerflumix, and that's like Methodis, for they is allers fallin from grace, ah! "And he played on a harp of a thousand strings, sperits uv jest men made perfeck. " 1 And thar is the Presbyterians, my brethering, with their long frock coats and high shirt collars and dismal swamp faces, but they never cleared no. new ground nor burnt no bresh nor deaden ed no timber, nor killed no bars. They always waits for us hard shells to do that and settle up the wilderness and then they will slip in and go to plantin' and put on heavenly airs and claim to be the only people that are elected and shore of eternal salvation and they play on a harp of a thousand strings sperits of jest men made perfeck. And then, my brethring, thar's the Baptists, ah! And they have been likr ened to a 'possum on a simmon tree, and the thunders may roll and - the earth may quake, and the lions roar and the whangadoodle mourn, but the Ipossum clings thar still, ah! And you may shake one foot loose, and the other's thar, and you may shake all feet loose, and he laps his tail around the limb, and clings and he clings fur ever, ah! for "He played on a harp of a thousand strings, sperits uv jest men made perfeck." BillArp. Lynching Drlngs Lawlessness. News and Observer. The lynching of the two negro boys at Salisbury is a circumstance to be de plored, and this because with it goes a spirit of lawlessness, the very thing which the lynchers are trying to stamp out. . . . The crime was a horrible one, and the sight of a young white woman, her brains oozing from her broken skull, beaten to pjeces by rocks in the hands of vicious young brutes, was ter rible enoughs to cause the wildest pas sions to animate the breasts of those who gazed at the piteous sight. But the inhuman beasts had been found and the' crime had been fastened upon them: They -were in the hands of the law, and the courts of the State would have dealt with ; them. Their conviction, in view of . the evidence which is at hand, seems certain, and the pity of it is that a law abiding com munity has made these miscreants reap their harvest 'of death outside of the bounds of the law; and has thus viola ted the law itself . - t . Justice may miscarry' at times, but in this case this seemed hardly probable. Pity it is that the passions of men could not have controlled tnemselves and waited for the vindication of the majesty of the law. ' - . Used the Wrong DeeofJ Philadelphia Times. That Camden is as wide awake as the rest on the world is shown by, an inci dent which occurred, a few days ago in that town.. The woman of the house was called to the door and found. - a man there, with' whom she' held the following conversation: . : : "Madam, I have called for the suit of clothes to be pressed and - bru shed ' ' ?- "What suit?" ; ; , , . ' "Your husband's Sunday suit. He called at the shop r going down s this morning."; ' r " ; "And hie said to let you, have itt" tYes, ma'am.". ' St -;. 7 "Did he appear in good Health and spirits?? ... -; , " - ; , . fS :; "Why, certainly.". r ; 1 "And look-and act naturally , "Of course,but why do you ask?V . ' "Because my husband has been dead for 12 years and I had some curiosity on the subject." : . ' ; r - - . . - Perhaps I've made a mistake." ; - VPerhaps you have. The man you saw gqing out of here; this morning lis my brother. " Gpod morning." "' . -And the' man left. ' " ' . " - Strange that he who lives by" shifts can seldom shift himself. : - ' STOLEN BF GIPSIES. The Wonderful Story of Lltlle A nlta , : V'fdy '-.'i c Up, in : the Sierra ;Mountaihs is a young girl who'Is the sensation' of the hour.W nEvery.day wagon loads of visit ors come to her father's cattle range. From Sugar Pine, ,Sonora and the ranches thereabouts they come to hear the wonderful story of Anita Bradley; " Ten years ago' Anita Bradley mys teriously disappeared from Sugar Pine. Three weeks ago the; Bradleys unex pectedlyfonnd their lost daughter wilh" a band of strolling gypsies. ' r - " The events that led s up to- her . kid napping and' the strange coincidences that brought about her? recovery from the gypsies read like, the libretto of the ."Bohemian Girl," says the San Fran cisco Examiner. '- ' -'.' When Anita Bradley - was stolen by the gypsies she was a blue-eyed, sunny haired child of ,6 years, with never a care beyond her dolls. Mrs. Bradley had taken Anita and her son, Marion, 4-year-old lad, into the woods gooseberrying. Mrs. Brad ley kept Marion close' at her side, but Anita, with the greater dignity, of her six years, was permitted to wander a little distance. Presently she failed to answer her mother's calls. - Then Mrs Bradley Jaecame alarmed, and, with Marion strumbling along beside her, she hurriedly made a circuit of the berry patch. . She found Anita's half filled pail and her blue sunbonnet, but no other traces of the child. Could she have venturned down to, the river to get a drink? Half dragging, half carry ing, the frightened, tired little Marion, the mother hastened down where a swift-running fork of the Tuolumne hurries on to join the mainstream. When night came and Anita was not yet found cowboys on the range joined a searching party. They roamed the woods till dawn and then, with sinking hearts turned again to 'the river. It was the only solution of the mystery. Mrs. Bradley refused to believe that Anita had been drowned. On the fourth day of the search the men gave up the hunt. " That night in her fitful 8leep7 Mrs. Bradley saw Anita playing a tambourine before a motley crowd. The child passed a littlered can around for small coins and. handed the money to a swarthy woman who wore a gray scarf tied around her head and huge gold hoops dangling in her ears "The gypsies! the gypsies!" cried Mrs. Bradley, and awoke her husband to tell him of her dream. "I knew Anita was not, drowned. I felt it all along. The gypsies have stolen her." For 10 long years Mrs. Bradley clung to this idea, while others thought it but the natural impulse of a heart-broken mother to clutch at a straw. Everybody else believed that the child had been drowned. Mrs. Bradley's hope was not the creature of a grief tortured brain. A month before Anita's disappearance a band of gypsies nad camped on the Bradley range. They had , traveled down the fiodie road from Nevada and were making for Sonora, and thence down to the San Joaquin plains. The Bradley place is on a cut-off of the Bodie road, and when the gypsies strag gled by the house burdened with a sjck child and begged leave to pitch their tents near by -Mr. Bradley could not re fuse. But they were detected stealing later and were driven off. . It was two weeks after this that Anita disappeared while berrying with her mother. The years went by, but the mother never gave up all hope. Three weeks ago Mrs. Bradley drove down from the ranch to Sugar Pine. Half a mile from the cluster of pine trees that gives t,hat place its name she came upon a camp of gypsies. "I looked closely at the faces," she explained afterward to the friends who rode miles to hear the story, "but I did not recognize any of them as belonging to the band that had camped on our place when Anita disappeared. An old hag asked me whether I wanted my fortune told. While she was dealing a greasy pack of cards a frowsy-headed boy came up and said something to her. She mumbled an excuse- and shuffled off to a tent. I asked-the boy what was the matter and he told me that one of the girls was sick. It must have been my good angel who prompted me to follow the old woman.- "Inside the tent was a young 'girl rolled up in a bedquilt. ,'Her" ehort, golden-brown hair covered her face, but I brushed -; it : gently away and saw the fever spots on. her cheeks. I took the gourd of water from the crone and put it to her lips.' She opened her eyes and I saw Jthat they were blue like those of - my . lost child's, with the - same straight, long black lashes. 'I could hardly hold the water, my hands . trembled so.; My heart said 'Anita,' but-Ifdid not dare let the name pass my Hps for fear the old crone would get her away from me. ? i iKow I tell r fortune, cornel' urged the old woman- moving toward the door. But the girl gave a cry and caught my hand. V 'Let me stay with her awhile,' and islipped, a half dollar., into ., the woman's hand. t ' " "Then I'was left alone with the girl. I thought she "would remember enough to give me some kind of clue. But no sooner had the tent flap closed than she gave a contented 7sighy nestled 'closer to me and fell asleep . with her; .head - on my arm .'. I knew it was the best thing for her fever'and I knew it was 'Anita, even if the golden hair had I changed to hrown.: -I knew it just as well as though Mr, . Bradley" " - , - ;:" "But right at this part of the story is where Mr. Bradlejr always breaks into his wife Vnarrativd.- . V ' T i ?, You see," he 1 says, f 'I was 5 down in the canyon when X heard & shot, a I knew it "wasn't, one ; of-- the 1 boys.'Tn guessed it was someone trying a little gun play on a steer. I made a bee-line for the spot where I heard the report of the gun and I got there in time to see a brown-skinned cuss cragging a year ling into, the brush: 1I kriew his game to skin it, bury the hide 'and hoofs and salt away, the heef . I " covered him with my gun and. said:; You blank, gypsy, you'll go to jail for. this I' ; v 'I marched him to " the corral to. get one-of -the boys to help me to take him into town.T , The boys made him think they were going to string him up then and there. . The - fellow was so plumb scared that his teeth chattered He fell at my feet and began to jabber something that I couldn't make out at first, but -1 caught, a word or two and began to prick up my ears. Well, - the truth of it was : that he had belonged to the band that camped on my place : ten years before, when Anita . disappearedi A week after I had turned them, off the woman's boy died of diphtheria. It was through no fault of mine; of course; for it was a stomach fever he had here, and he was all over it when I drove them off the place. But' the old hag swore vengeance on us, and while the rest of the iband waited - for her down Kights Ferry way she stole back here and kidnapped Anita. She covered her tracks f so smoothly no one ever guessed it. , - - . . , "The fellow confessed that after the woman who stole Anita died , he cared for her like a. father. ' He fetched her with him when he .joined this band and saw no harm ever came to her. H promised him I'd let him off if he was telling the truth and would lead us to 'Nita. "All the way to the gypsy camp I was thinking how I'd prepare mother for the shock, but at the camp I found Mrs. Bradley with 'Nita asleep on her breast. 'Nita told us that the man re ally had been good to her, so I told them they'd better clean out before the authorities got wind that they had al stolen child with them." . So, for the first time in 10 years, there is rejoicing on the Bradley ranch. Anita is putting her life with the gypsies behind her and will soon be deep in neglected school-books. "I'm still afraid it's a dream," she says, "and that I'll wake up and find myself with the gypsy band. It all seems too good to be true." North Carolina "Corn" vs. Kentucky "Rye."' Washington Post. An interesting discussion is in pro gress between Representative Wheeler of Kentucky and Representative Kitch en of North Carolina as to the relative merits of Kentucky "sour mash" whis key, as it is called in that State, and "corn" whiskey, as it is known among the tar heels. Up to the present time Mr. Kitchen has the bestof the argu ment, because he tells this story: "Down in my district," he says, "a drummer happened to mention that he had been in Clinton county, Ohio. 'I have a'brother living out there,' said a sad-eyed man, sitting on a box in the store, 'and if you ever, see him I wish you would tell him that I am mighty hard up, my farm is mortgaged and I don't believe I will ever be able to edu cate my children. But, anyway,' he added 'let's take a drink.' "So they took one drink of corn whiskey and then the sad eyed man had another message for his brother. 'Tell him,' he said, 'that I am getting along tolerably well, even though I haven't much money.' "Then the drummer proposed an other drink, and the sorrowful man grew happier. 'Tell my brother when you see him,' he remarked, 'that I am making a good living, getting along first-rate." "After that there were several inter changes of hospitality, and the man, sad-eyed no longer, addressed the drum mer. "Tell my brother when you see him,' wasihis final message, 'that if he ever wants anything to draw on me." "If that doesn't beat anything you can produce in Kentucky," said Kitchin to Wheeler, "I will send you a case with my compliments." No Pension Crabber. News and Observer. Gen. Maximo Gomez, the gallant old patriot of Cuba is to the fore in an ac tion which more than ever stamps him as a true lover of his country and enti titled to be classed with the patriots. The Cuban Congress has before it a resolution which carries with it a pen sion of $6000 a year for the acknowl edged leader of the Cuban revolution. When he learned of this ' Gomez promptly published a letter declining to accept the pension and asked his friends to vote against the resolution. He considers Cuba yet in no condition to reward those men whose fortunes and lives were devoted to her and does not want to be specially favored, declar ing that he will wait with the others till Cuba can meet all just demands for ser vices rendered. It is no more than might have been expected from the great Cuban, and this commendable act will still further endear him ' to the . people who know what - his - life ;,h"as done for Cuban independence. '..'" ; . -" J- Born In m Penitentiary and Returned rhere Later In Life. -' Petersburg:, Va.; Dispatch. '-" , Cleveland Booth, "a negro youth, 16 years old, was taken : through this city recently, to serve a sentence of five years in' the penitentiary; for the crime of t house-breaking, of -.which he was convicted in the county court" of Surry. The remarkable feature about the -case is that Booth was born in the - peniten tiary where his" mother ; was serving a sentence' for murder, - and where , she died.; He now returns to the house of his" nativity - to serve and - labor, as a convict. 1 . r.. 'T ' -"v.vr "fi'You.rmember.of.cbarsejv'the'-last time the" 17 years locusts were ' here V saidhe. A"' . I ; : 'Sirl" . was her only answer. T He has been: trying ever ; since to : discern why she broke the' engagement. . : ;' K1VEKED AND TJNKIVEHED PIE. New York Sun. - . -."""--". A few weeks ago certain students; of Butler College, Indiana, flung into, the world this apple of strife: . .. f Resolved, That pie is of greater ser vice to civilization than ice cream." V It was publicly charged that the jury which decided against. pie -r was bribed by ice- cream. . .-Even the most - chant able friends of the jury admitted that it had listened not. to reason,'- but to gallantry, the young women of the col lege being the champions of ice cream in the -debate." j-From Butler i College the great: argument spread over; the country Patriotism, logic and fact flew to the side of pie, whose long and splendid service as the mother of heroes and the- nurse of statesmen , has ; been gratefully,- and generally recognized. But even pie eaters are .not ; infallible. The New : Orleans Times-Democrat, which ranged itself in opposition in the ice cream discussion, shows itself to be no genuine friend oi man-ennobliner pie. - The Charlotte Observer, a bulwark and battery of pie, has been- reviewing pleasantly the classifications of the pie kingdom " along ft the . banks of the Yadkin: . ' ' 'In Rowan county,N. C, they are of three varieties, known as kivered, un kivered and barred." - The New Orleans friend of pie uses this interesting scientific fact as the text for an attack on pie and for, an attempt "to inject sectionalism" into that na tional and catholic" dish : " " "It is true that in Rowan county these three species are recognized, but the people of Rowan county are sturdy Americans and they eat only one sort of pie themselves the unkivered.-V.The barred pie may -be dismissed without discussion, being a mere compromise, a pabulum for colorless individuals who are the .mugwumps of the dining room. The kivered pie, in Rowan county, as in all distinctively American communi ties, is preparedfor strangers, and is not eaten by the natives. The Row anese would as readily drink, the juice of the corn on which excise ; tax had been paid as to "eat kivered pie, which is distinctively a product of New Eng land civilization, and has no place in the simpler and more democratic State where tar adheres to the heels of the people. The -true Tarheel, the descen dants of the men who made the charge up. King -8 Mountain, the Majuba Hill of this continent, take their pie un kivered. They -will not touch the kivered abomination, ; which appeals only to those vho have reached the first stages of the ice cream, heresy. The most democratic of all pies and the most popular in all truly American communities is -the pumkin pie, and that is never kivered down South even by the most dudish of chefs." Evidently these are the words of a man who doesn't know pie, who wasn't brought up on pie, whose youth was not sustained, whose age will not be soothered by pie. The "kivered" pie, apple or mince, for example, stands high in the royal family of pie. Its triumphant composition requires of the artist higher qualities of head and heart, a more delicate touch, a higher strain of genius, a sublimer imagination than the composition of the punkin pie. There must be magic in the upper crust of it. Ah,, that delicious, finely flaking upper crust, designed by a deep-revolving brain and fashioned by a sensitive hand, a cate Queen Mabwould be glad to nibble! Punkin pie is a noble pie, albeit we don't suppose the New Orleans critic ever ate -" a real punkin - pie or would know one from the common squash substitute therefor; but there goes much more skill to the making of a mince pie. Within the fortunate in wards of that president of pies are strange dainties and spices 'and -: Dr. Johnson's drink of heroes.: The ele ments are so mixed in it that . nature may stand up and say to all the world, this is a pie. A great mince pie is a masterpiece. Your punkin ;, pie is a good homely subject, a Tanagra figurine. Be that as it may, "kivered" pie is a national blessing. Were it distinctively a product of New England, New Eng land could afford to go out of business, happy in,the thought that it had con ferred a priceless gift upon mankind. Probably punkin pie is more character istic of New England than any kivered pie, be it mince, apple or huckleberry, ; But Rowan county and all other sen sible folks will never quarrel about the origin of successful pie, barred, kivered or unkivered.. They will take the gifts the gods provide. v f V ' : Didn't Hare to Risk it. ; Among other things found in an old scrapbook which has recently come to light is an amusing anecdote of -Wendell Phillips, . taken from a copy . of the Richmond Dispatch at the close of the Civil war: - - - --"The distinguished abolitionist went to Charleston, S. C, once; , before' he was very well known, ,"and put up c at a hotel, -He had breakfast served in his room, and was waited upon by; a slave; - Mr. Phillips seized the opportunity to represent to the negro in a pathetic way -that he regarded him as a man and brother, and more': than that; ; that" he himself was an ablitionist. -. - - "The negro, however, seemed more anxious about his breakfast I than he was 'about his position in the social scale or the condition of his soul, . and finally Mr Phillips became discouraged and told him to go away,, saying that he could not bear to be" waited on by, a slave. '- .';, - - ' , m f . Z You must scuso me;' massa said the,, negro; 'I is 'bliged ta stay here 'cause I'ml'spohsible . for ' de silver ware. ' A? Pretty Good Reason. Durham Herald, v' -T " v' A man- that we could not conscien tiously support in; the .conventions we could not support at the polls and this is one of the reasons why we hold. off. J THE TRAINED NVUSB. StatesvlUe Xandmark. y A few days ago Miss Margaret. B. Boyd, a young woman who was former ly a nurse in Watte Hospital, Durham, died in Baltimore from the effects of a blow which she received from a delirious patient whom she nursed in the Dur ham hospital. The death of this young woman calls attention to a profession .a noble, self-sacrificing one to which so many young women have dedicated their lives in recent years. It is doubt ful if the work of the trained nurse is appreciated as it should be. These women.who ; devote . their lives to sick rooms - fire ; ministering ; angels. No matter what their motive.f or engaging in the work,-if they faithfully perform its duties they deserve the honor of men and the everlasting reward reserved for those who spent their lives in relievino- suffering. The physical and mental strains the danererous. trvine- exiwr- iences which one must undergo in con stant attenaance on sick rooms requires more than tne ordinary oowers of en durance, fiCpf v intelligence, of patience and or Jove for humanity. It nieans practically a sacrifice of the tjleasnrps of life which young women usually en- iovr.it means-in hrrr. Hfi tf mn.v for which no remuneration except the knowledge of duty well done can ade quately compensate. Every experienced nhvsician will toll W 7 you that in the great majority of cases of illness careful nursing is the impor tant thing: that nomattt nhow skilfu tic ujroiviau, iu ninny tuBuiucea a p:. tient's life is lost tmerlv for lack nf proper care and attendance in the ab- sence 01 tne pnpsician. ? And : what a burden do these trained nursfis tn L-o from the shoulders of those in a homo where there is sickness! Thev seo that the t physician's -directions are faithfully followed and assume all the care of a . patient. By reason of their training and skill they do what ex perienced hands cannot do. no matter how anxious and willine? these mav h All hail to ; these Sisters of Mercy, the trained nurses! This one who lost hor life in the discharge of duty is as deserv ing of a monument as any of the iarreat capuuns wno nave . won lame and re nown by : doing nother more their duty. It is to the everlasting credit of the young woman of the South that so many of them are giving their lives to tnis great work. War on Dlrdon IUti. Members ot the Illinois Audubon Society, after years of attempted moral suasion, has begun aggressive action to stop the sale in Chicago - of birds - and plumage for millinery purposes. The action was taken after conference with State and ; Government officials and with the directors of kiudred societies all over the United States. Last. week there was mailed a notice and a warning to every milliner and to every dealer in millinery goods in Chi cago. ; The notice calls attention to the law, which is quoted, but the meat of the communication is near its end, where whblesalers and "retailers alike are told that unless they comply with the statute prosecution will follow. s,The law on birds for ' milinery pur poses makes necessary only the proof that a dead bird or a part -of it is held in possession- The Only birds .which may legally be used to trim bonnets aie those enumerated in the law. . It makes no difference whether ' the bird was killed in Illinois or not. That point has been passed upon v by the " Illinois Supreme Ctourt';" : ' - '- The act known as the Lacey law, a Government statute H forbidding the transportation from State to State of an imals or birds killed illegally, 'could easily be invoked were the State law not as strong as it js." ; Sue Showed Htm Her Work. . The woman had her arms in the tub. and was fiercely scrubbing one dirty garment after ' another. - Book agents don't often . penetrate to that part of Chicago, but this one did. . He knocked on the iron t door until he was tired , and then he went around to the back door. '..The woman was bobbin er un and down over the washboard. ' 'Good mornin&r. madam" said th a book agent, pleasantly. 0t r ." ' "Good mornin',-' said the woman. shortly; rv--VrVr-i-- -,--',N-Vi.-;-V ' "Pleasant day" observed the book agent, sparring for ah opening. . uood enough: answered the wo- man.:. : ; -. -.- ::' : "Excuse me. madam." said the book aeent, "but I have here a work that I would like to show you." ' 'Have vou ?" answered the woman. "Well. I've cot a loi of work that I'd like to show you." She took one soapy band out of tne tub and waved it at. a great pile of dirty clothe, ' mat's my, work," "vent on the woman. ; "If your work can-heat that, all right: it; if it can't, why skipoui,.. The book agent skipped. - Diimptious Negro Lawyer. J. S.Learv. the nesro .. attnmflv. nf Charlotte, continues to parade himself and air . ms views. ' Uefore the Acting Kecorder, air. Jtlilton,. one. day last week," he kept auotinfir law after the court hadjtold him to quit. : It was in the case 01 a gang of httle negroes who were charged with malicious mischief at an ice cream supper. The court in formed the negro that it knew its busi ness and tne negro replied that he did not have to be told his. A onietim was put on the negro attorney finally and nis cneni ion no guilty. - ; :, ,.A 5-year-old girl living on West Mul berry street, like many older persons, becomes" much alarmed at thunder. 'What's that, mamma?" she exclaim ed, recently during a storm. With the idea of impressing her, the mother replied: . "That's - God r speaking to you" Instantly the little one replied: "I wish you would tell Him not to talk so loud.. I'm not deaf." .
The Chronicle (Wilkesboro, N.C.)
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