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V I V" 1 PUBLISHED EVERY THtiteDiY AT ROXBOHO, N. C. OLUME I. NUMBER 21. 1 1 h ... ... v 4 A. R. FOUSHEE, Eoxboro, N. O., Keeps constantly on hand at the Dry Goods, NOTIONS, , ; I ' ; ' . . . GBOGBRIES HARDWARE, e ..... ; - - V, - C TINWARE AND j CROCKERYWARE, Friend Plows fSySTbi sale at the lowest prices. All kinds of country pro duce taken for goods. 1 Agent for the New Ameri can Sewing' Machine. Pacific and Anchor Brand Guano. A CARD. The undersigned would respectfully, announce to the people of Person Coun ty that he is prepared to do all kinds o such aa Dwellim? honsea. Stors. Chnwihes and Ornamental designs &c, &c; terms - moderate, : work of the best grade and satisfaction guaranteed. For farther information call and tee at or address me at Roxboro, N. C. - r - Respectfully, J. C. MASTEfl. Btsmsw Pvtwsv. L. H. Bun. W. H. MILES, ' - . . WIT Stephen Putney & Co., ' - Wholesale Dealers in Hoots, Shoes & Trunks. 1210 MAIN STREET, i RICHMOND, VA. A. r.iURVIY, Jte of Uarrcy ft jMM .LEWIS H. BLAIR, of Lewis H. Slair &Ce. HARVEY & BLAIR. ror. 13th & Cary Streets, RICHMOND, VA. Establlahed 1840. man, 0!mnoa & Co., i qiroKTsas wHOUBAts obalsks nt - 1 -i HARDWARE, , i 1NBAN, I. 1 rson 7B0ST ETOxnra, , il.lt . BOMJIAW. l.a!HOBT- ) Ho. B "G07mfl3 ST. 8.. KHAJT. Vi RI0H2I0ND, VA. mUUm pfeffa to ordnffc - -.i IUII. S J I - Jordan. ' " . o Sometimes. Sometimesnot often when the days are long And gulden lie the rtpenins fields of grain, Like cadence of some half forgotten eon There sweeps a memory 'cross my brain. I bear the landrail lar among the eras. The drowsy murmer in the scented limes ; I watch the radiant butterflies that pass. And I am sad and sick at heart sometimes Sometimes, i Sometimes, wjien royal winter holds his way, - "wt- When every elond is swept from axnre skies, And li oseh pool and lighted hearth are gay Wltl i. laughing lips and yet more laughing eys, From I ar-off days an echo wanders by That makes a discord In the Christmas c: times; . A mon lent i a the dance or talk I sigh And seem half lonely In the crowd some . times 'A . ; Sometimes, i " 4 . - . . . s. ' ..- - ; Not often, not for long. O friend, my friend, We were not lent our life that we might weep; The flower-crowned May ol earth hath soon an end; Should our fair spring a longer sojourn .',- keep? .. Cornea -all too soon the time of fabing leaves. Come on the short, cold days. We must arise And go our way and garner home eur sheaves, Though some far-faint regret may clond our eyes i Sometimes. , Sometimes I see a light almost divine :. In meeting eyes of two that now are one, Impatient of the tears that rise to mine I turn away to seek some work undone. There dawns a look upon some stranger face; i think, "How like and yfet how far less fair!" ' ; And look and look again, and seek to trace A moment more your fancied liKener there - Sometimes. O sad sweet thought ! O foolish vain regr. a wUa it were, what time June roses bit To weep because the first blue violet We found In spring has faded long B O love, my love, if yet ry song of bl By flower scent, by so" sarpof&rhyiji38, My heart,! that fain 'onlc? be ai peace, is stirred. ' Am I to blame that ptlU I eigh somet loses ? Sometimes?' -And sometimes know jealous pang of pain That, while I w111 lonely, ether eyes May haply snr,e to yHrs that smile again, Rnnfijit.h thiun and stars of souhtern skies, J ji.st.o past! trails it sin if yet 1, who in calm contenvwul.i sees: to a wen. Who will not grieve, yet cannot quite forget, Still sends a thought to you and wish you well 1 1 Sometimes? A Year in a German Cookery School. , It was the last day of April, at half past ten in the evening. Bed time had come, and my father embraced me more tenderly thaH usual, saying "God bless you, my child," and then left me alone. I was alone, alone for the last time in my father's house, in my own dear frleuaiy roorn which'"!, had to leave next morning early tor the first time in my life. I was sixteen years of age ; and ac cording to a common custom of Ger man families, I had now to go for twelve months ' to what is called a Cookery School, in order to learn there everything that is expected from a German housewife. This custom is not universal in Germany; but it prevails in many districts, especially in the north- western provinces. A girl may be'a countess, or a oaroness; a clergy man's or a general's daughter; or else the child of a butcher or shoemaker It does not signify how or where she was born, or what her rank is. The manners of her country require that, whoever she is, she should know how to cook wash, iron, to clean the rooms,. mend the linen, and plan t the garden Of course I do not mean to say that all girls, in those parta of Germany where the custom is most general, are forced to hadergo this training. Very many, as may be imagined, shirk it; and some parents do not feel the necessity of imposing this useful education on their daughters. Yet the sense of the majority makes them alive to its ad vantages. For it must he remember ed that whether a woman's future life obliges her to do these things herself or not, and even if her position in the world allows her to keep as many servants as she .choosest these very ser vants, being German servants, expect her to know, how toT do all the work A.hich she requires of them.. There is only one difference between a baroness and the child of a tradesman. The latter learns the several duties I have mentioned in heir father's house and from her mother f while the former leaves her home to learn the same de tails of domestic service in a strance house. My luggage was prepared and every thing was finished. I had nothing to d but to lie down once more in my white-curtained bed, with iny head full of all sorts of picj;ures of my imme diate future. I They were not very nice pictures that bothered my poor brain that evening. Every girl is more or less conceited, and I am .not at all asnamea to confess that I was kept awake far beyond midnight by the idea that my hands, which until now had never.. touched anything nasty, would from the next day begin to peel pota toes, and kill ducks and pigeons, and that my complexion would be spoiled by the heat of the kitchen fire, Morning came, and with it the fare well from my father, brothers, sisters, and all my dear friends. They all ac companied me to the station. Another kiss, another shaking of the hand, and A L X A. iW uie train, siariea, carrying me toward unknown people and unknown work. The same afternoon I arrived at the s ktion of S ,in the Thuringian For est. The train had scarcely stopped when a :very , venerable-lookipg tall olji clergyman, with long white curly hair and kind blue eyes, opened the door of my carriage, asking, if Fraulein H -was In there. I said yes, and shaking hands with me, he told me that he was the clergyman K from - bellstadt, my foster father for the com- ing year. He told me to follow him to his carriage which was standing outside the station. Although I was not other wise than pleased with the old pastor's appearance, my heart beat fast ; that moment; and while Mr. K ;went to inquire about my luggage, I felt such a wish to cry that, in order to restrain my tears, and regardless of the strange coachman, who was standing by, I stepped up to the horses and embraced them tenderly, whispering into their symrathetic ears that I was very, very unhappy ! I think the coachman , fond as he was of his horses, liked my ca ressing them. i. He came up to me, tapped my shoul der familiarly, and asked me in his homely Thuiingian dialect not to be unhappy. -'."Oh,", he saia "my dear raulein, about forty young girls have I fetched at this! station in these last yearn; every one was unhappy then, or at least pretended to be so; but oh ! now much more when they had unhappy they "were to leave this station ! And, Fiaulein," he continued, 'be lieve in my prophecy you do not look as if you would be the first to leave this place without regret !" v I blessed that simple sincere man with all my heart; and it may be said here that to the very last day of my stay at Bellstadt he and I were good and faithful friends. After half an hour , we started. The weather was splendid, .and we enjoyed a delicious drive through the fascinating valleys of the Thuringian Forest, till at last Ira' carrlalreTft'w-lsANine .riasac4A fall but pretty village, stopped before the door of a two-storied house, over grown with vines and ivy, which lay nestled behind old and shadowy lin den trees. A rather small but neatly kept garden, with tt beautifiul green grass-plot, roses and other flowers in beds, fwere tobe seen at the right side of the house, while another bigger one full of fruit ,trees, potatoes, and all the vegetables required in the kitchen, lay behind the house. From this second garden I heard the joyful voices f girls at play, while a lady, the mistress of the house, kindly greeting me, was standing in the doorway. According to our education, and the courtesy We use toward elderly ladies, I went and kissed her hand, and 'she in return kissed my forehead, wishing me a most hearty welcome. Theri she took me by the hand and asked my Christian names.' After this we went to my room where I ; and two other girls had .to dwell. Everything was jnice and com fortable, but without luxury. She "Aunt Mary," as we had to call her) told me that I had seven companions, and that she hoped I would make friends with them. Then she helped me to unpack my luggage, making a close inspection to be sure I had every thing! wanted. And yes, it was all at'hand. There were I wo winter and two summer dresses, made with short sleeves, of dark and useful stuff, be side twelve large dark-biue aprons or pinafores for hard and dirty kitchen, work, twelve, white ones for house work, and twelve nice and neat ones for serving at dinner. After having praised my useful things, Aunt Mary smiled at my pretty dresses and hats, which we were allowed to wear on Sun day, for picnics, and other occasions. "You little vanity," she said, kissing me, "come now, I will show you the' house and introduce you to your com panions." - j After dinner, where two of the "Pen- Bionairinnen," as we were called, had served, Mr. K. read out of the Bible, gave us his blessing, and we "went to bed, for the next morning had to see us up early. At 5 Aunt Mary came to call ua." We took our bath, and tben one girl helped to comb the. other's hair. This probably because of her German nationality, but assuredly not fas the author of "German Home Life" kindly pretends) in consequence of our never having had our heads washed as children was very long and strong, and therefore would have taken too much time to comb it ourselves. From half-past 5 in the morning pur day was divided in the following man ner : The newly-arrived jand still stu pid girls began with easy work, two and two always . working together. Two had to clean the rooms and lamps and to mend the linen; two worked in the garden and had to feed the animals but except during the first month they were only expected to attend to the poultry. Two had to- arrange the dinner, tea and coffee table, and to wash, the dishes used at meals. Two again were busy inj the kitchen. All of us had to go every afternoon to milk the cows, and on a wash or iron ing day to take part also in that labor. According to this plan our work every week. we changed I began my studies. Aunt Mary was the head f all, the minister of the in terior and foreign affairs, as we used to say, while four under ministers sup ported her in both departments. These four were those girls who' had been in her house for six months, and each of the newly-arrived girls was given to the special guardianship one of these. It would be too detailed if I were to de scribe every day of my training. began the first week by cleaning the rooms and the lamps. This by the way1, is a very pleasant duty. We were not allowed to complain 6f any work, and I am glad and proud to say we never did, for we knew "it must be!" The first week is not the worst, for the work is easy. The next begins to be har der, for our backs, quite unaccustom ed to bend all day, digging earth plant ing flowers and weeding borders, ached badly in the evening. The third week again is a sort of repose. With a neat cuquetusn apron pinned upon one a frock one serves at-the meals and washes the dishes, accompanying that monotonous work by cheerful songs. But then, last but not least, that fourth week oh ! I shiver, only thinking o it ! I see myself again standing in the kitchen peeling my potatoes, prepar ing the vegetables, and ah t killing the poultry, while my six momhs experi enced companion looks at me, pitifully , smiling at my tears that I can't re strain, when Aunt Mary for the first time teaches me how to kill poultry I What I suffered that moment no pen possibly could describe. It was my firbt kitchf n day. I had just, mourn fully looking at my hands, finished my potatoes when Aunt Mary came in with six pigeons, telling me I had to kill them. My heart beat impetuous ly ; I went up to her, she took one pig eon, touched its head and turned it round. "You see that it is simple,' she said then, "do it now." ' ; V She gave me a white pigeon with dear dark eyes. I hld;itin my left hand; .1 looked at it, and oh J every thing seemed to turn round with me. IJ felt as if I could not move one limb, I was silently looking at the pigeon in my hand, wishing myself far, far away in the land where the pepper grows ; but suddenly Aunt Mary shook my arm, saying: "Well, -Elizabeth; are we going to stand here all day, dreaming htaven knows what?" "One two, three," she counteiMia voice that permidji? one, two, inrSp, ana my ngnt hStf4fler waist is but abarrewaate- was holdiixhe poor pigeon's head that iCrself in my. bitter duty had twjrJjjS?' off. Tears were streaming xkrf-- ftf m v eves- m v mmmninn hH fr if m a 1 mJ L w I kill the four other pigeons. "While I was spending the most dismal day of my Me, tne eyes of my dead pigeon followed me everywhere. Even that night was restless; all the pigeons in the world pursued me in my dreams calling out for revenge on me for their dead sister. The following .weeks brought hard work. To remain in the hot kitchen, day after daj , was not easy. To wash the greasy crockery was no joke. And then when we had to stand from morn ing to night at the sheets, table nap kins, and all the body-linen, then af terward to iron, mangle it; and all that tell you, Jwas not just a pleasure for spoiled young ladies. It is the custom in Germany to wash table linen and sheets as seldom as possible.1 Indeed it is even a sign of wealth When one washes these things but four times a year, because it snows tnatlots of them are possessed by the family. Whether the custom is a nice one or not. there can be no doubt about the work it causes. . As soon as this great wash began we gave up all but the most important house and kitchen work, and you might have seen us standing, all eight of us, round a huge tub, rubbing with soap in hot water the sheets and nap kins. Certainly it was severe labor, and my hands bled fast the first even ing. But while standing and washing even if almost tired to death by work so unaccustomed, we tried to sweeten it by cheerful part-songs. ; When the washing was finished, Carllhe coach man, had to put the horses to the wag on. Ail the things, heaped up in large white baskets, were put on it, we all got in after and off it went down to the little river.. There the things were un loaded, and each of us, kneeling on a. board, rinsed out the linen in the clear flowing water. I daiesay that this part' of the wash was the most amusing one; whether it was the kneeling at the river, or; the happy thought that all would soon be at an end, I am sure I don't know. But we were certainly in high spirits, and Carl, who silently watched us, often had to .get out of thejwuy of the shoots of water that we extravagant girls sent at him! So'the Weeks went on, each bringing its appointed task, and yet never any thing seemed too hard. Having once got accustomed to our work, we did it with good temper and lore. This was the reason, I think,, why the spirit of the house was merry and cheerful. Aunt Mary was our best friend, and in Mr. K we admired the real type of a country clergyman. I said that I nev er found my work too hard, but still there was one which I always did with a shower of tears. That, as you can guess was killing joul try ducks, geese pigeon I thihk I killed about three -dozen, but I am sure that their suffer ings were not half as bad as mine. After six months hard work I had learned enough to get a new girl under my care, and there was no roast meat, no vegetable, no pudding or cake I could not cook. Now the pleasure came'; for in teaching others I saw for the first time how much, I knew. I see, dear friends, you ; don't trust your eyes any longer, reading about j should without arborescent vegeta love, real poetical love-in a Cooking tkm : principal one which is sup- School, where you expected that senti mentality aid higher feelings would dry up in the hot atmosphere of the kitchen. Yet if you will promise not to tell about it, I may confess t you that my best friend and companion in the school, while she was there, en gaged' herself, secretly to the Squire's eldest son, and she is-now a happy wife. ' It must be admitted that not every love story which began there ended so happily. I know of one young man who once under the oak tree -asked a certain young lady to be-; come his wife, but she refused," pre tending that, long before' she came there her heart had been given away irrevocably. j . Again the last day of April arrived ; my year was at an end, I had to leave my dear school, Aunt Mary, my com panions. I did not dare to think of it. But the day appeared, and again the carriage was waiting at the door : and embracing theT all with tears oferat itude and love in my eyes, I drove away, easily reading, in my driver's good natured smiling face "I told you that you would not be the first to leave the place without regret !" E.A., in Belgrnvia, Young Peof le. The English Language. pretty deer is dear to me. A bare with downy hair; I love a hart with all my heart, But barely bear a bear. . ; Tis plain that no one takes a plane To have a pair of pears; -A rake though, often takes a rake To tear away the tares, All rays raise thyme, times rases all ; A nd, through the whole, hole wears. A writer writing "right" may write It "wrlgot," and still be wrong " . For "wrighf and rite- are neither "right,' And.don't to write belong. Beer often brings a bier to man, Coughing a eoffln brings ; And too mneh ale win make na ail, : As weU as other things. The person lies who says he liea When he is but reclining; And, when consumptive folks decline TbeyiUldeclUejJeeUnlpg. : .' . A quail don't quail before a storm A bough will bow before it: . ; Weeannotreln therainatall No earthly powers reign o'er H, The dyer dyes awhile then dies ; . , To dye he's always trying, ; Until npon his dying bed He thinks no more of dyeing. . ' A son of Mars mars many a sun ; . : All deys must have their days, . And every knight should pray eaeh night 1 To him who weighs his ways, - 'Tis meet that man should mete out meat To feed misfortune's son; The fair should fare on love alone, Else one can not be won. A lasssJncSMflLsomething' false: Thouerb Staved, she is not 8&ld, ' The springs spring forth Inprmfevnd shoots . Shoot f rward one and all; fV." Though summer kills the floweis, it iT68 : The leaves to fall in fall. I mould a story here commence, Bat you may find it stale ; So let's suppose that you have reached The tall end of our taie. Is Ioe a Stone! No, every child will say. But are you sure?- It Is very much like a stone, is! it not? This Bible says: "The waters are hid as with stone, and the face of the deep is frozen." (Job. xxxviii). An Empress of Rus sia once had a beautiful palace built of ice. In Siberia, if you dig down, you will come to beds of ice just like rock. The Greeks thought that quartz rock, is a kind of ice that does not melt: Tjou have seen crystals of; dif ferent stones, some like ice and others of various colors, in rings, in breast pins, or as God made them, in rocks and in cabinets of mineral. The very word crystal is from a Greek word that means ice. If crystal . always comes from the cooling of melted rock, we might say that they are different kinds of ice. The truth is that ice deserves to be called a I stone as much as anything which has that name, The difference is that it; needs very little heat to melt it, while it takes as much to melt quartz as it would to burn up iron. If we knew water only as frozen, we should call it a mineral and put pieces of it in pur cabinet along with other specimens, and even have it set in rings and pins, if it were uncommon and hard enough. The Creator wisely made other rock so that it would not melt easily ; else the world would all have been a sea. a mixture of everything in a melted state. And he wiseiy made this min eral, which we call water, so that we could drink it ; yet so that it freezes enough to give us ice for skating and for use4n Bummer, and, when it falls from clouds, fine crystals for sleigh ing and to keep the plants warm. And God made this mineral. beauti ful for lis to enjoy the sight of it. . It is beautiful when melted as clear wa ter in. lakes, seas and streams, or fall ing as foam: beautiful as vapor in ptream and clouds; and beautiful in its rock as with marble, state, when covering a pond a great table-top of polished or cut into blue and green diocks to be stored In lcenouses, or falling as star-spangles of frost on a cold morning and covering the trees with feathery crystals. The regular and wonderfully shaped crystals of snow, such as you see pictured in books, come down now and then on very cohjl days, like a slight snow-fall, ofteu from a clear sky ; you can catch them on I your coat-sleeve and look at them with a magnifying glass. On differentj 'days they differ in form. How good and great is God, to make so many, and for people who hardly stop to look at them ! . ! Why the Prairies Axe Treeless A curious and interesting explana tion of the absence of trees on the great western prairies was given at i he meet ing of the Academy of Natural Sci ences by ;Mr. Thomas Meeham. Num berless theories have been advanced by .students in natural history why the great feeding grounds -of the buffalo ported by distinguished authors being that of climate influences. Mr. Mee ham's theory is tijat the, absence of trees -is due to artificial causes alto gether. Taught by their neces5 ties the early Indians made it a practice annu ally to fire, the high grass in the prai ries which had the effect of making the growth more luxuriant and conse quently more inviting to the vast herds of buffalo, on which the aborig ines depended greatly for sustt nance. It has been conclusively settled that no vegetation, save the hardy prairie grass., will appear on ground over which fire has swept until anothor season, so that the yearly prairie fires extended the area of the plateau until they had become almost measureless. Mr. Meeham cited several instances ef where trees had grown when the firing had been discontinued? The hypothesis was both pleasing and plausible, and has excited some discus sion among the savants. j Aaimal Ssuoalag, -L A correspondent of Uature, writing from Cambridge, Mass., says : "A lady, a friend of mine, was at one time matron of a hospital for poor women and chi.dren which was main tained by subscriptions. " One of the inmates was a blind girl who was there, not as a patient, but temporar ily till a home could be found for her. She had learned to feed herself, and si meal-times i a tray containing her dinner was placed on her knees as she sat in a comfortable chair for her spec ial convenience in feeding herself One day while she was eating, the pet cat of the establishment placed herself before the giil and looked long and earnestly at her, so earnestly that the matron, fearing the animal meditated some mischief to the girl, took her out of the room. Again the next day, at the same hour, the cat entered the room, but this time she walked quietly to the girl's side, reared herself on her hind legs, and noiselessly, stealthily reached out her paw to the plate, se lected and seized a morsel that pleased her, and, Bilently as 'she came, depart ed to enjoy her stolen meal. The girl never noticed her loss, and when told ol it by her companions laughed very heartiiy." It is evident that tb,e cat from obser vation had entirely satisfied herself that the girl could not see, and by a process of reasoning deiided she could steal a good dinner bjf this practical' use of her knowledge, f Laugh YfjJie y0May lives are liKe tne moon, never see but one side of them here. The escape of a steam boiler has a, sort of flue-went expressson. Now is the springtime of our discon tent. The season of marrying and giving in marriage is upon us : If you have anything to tell about a macl dog, the Boston Transcrpt ad vises you .'to communicate by tele phone or postal card. ; ' "Enny man," says Josh Billings, "who kan swap horses or ketch fish and not lie about it, iz just as plus az men ever get to be in this world.'-' The Boston Post has learned the enormous capacity for profanity af forded by the English language, in the example of a par roV which speaks two hundred and fifty ords. - It is terribly embarrassing to come inW a town from a fishing excursion and find there is not a trout, in the market. The Boston Girl- I told her of a maid whose mind ; Was filled with tender thoughts and fancies A lovely being of the kind ; They write about in romance. "Knowf-st- thou," said I, "ibis maiden lair, ; Whose beauty aoth my thoughts beguile?" She answered with a dreamy air U "Well, I should smile T" ' . "Her cheeks possess the rose's hue, ; No form is daintier or completer, Nq,halr so brown, no eyes so blue, i No mouth Is tenderer or sweeter. The lavored youth who gains the hand Of this fair girl will ne'er regret it." With modest grace she added : "And ' : . Don't you forget It." "O thou dear mistress of my heart f . . My angel t let me kneel before thee And say hew heavenly sweet thou art, ; A.nd hOw devoutly I adore thee." She turned away her lovely head, ' And with a languid look that fired My Soul, in murmured accents Baid, i "You make me tired." Have animals souls ?" is anot her rat tling conundrum that has agitated the soul of science for years. Of course they have souls. Just look into a cow's eye" and see if you ddn't find just the same dreamy sort of expression that y pu noticed when last you gazed fondly pto the eyes of her whom you kne w positively is the very essence of condensed toul. . Poem Of The States. A. gren tie Miss., ot.ee si eied with chili, i Was feeling most Infernal 11U, ' : When came in Md; for to know .IfjN. Y, service he conld do.. ' "Oih," cried the maid (for scared was she) . MJJo you Ind. Tenn. to murder Me. T" said the doctor, "I Kans. save : Yoju from a most untimely grave, If yoa will let me Con n. your case And hang this liver pad in place." "Am I a foolT" the paUent cried. "I cannot Del.,' the brute replied, "But no one can be long time III. Who Tex. a patient blue Mass. pill." "Ark I" shrieked the girl, "I'll hear no Mo Your nostrums are N. J. now go !" "Do you kuow a person named John Fairchild," ; inquired one citizen Of another, as they met the other day. Johh Fairchild? No; never heard of him." Such a person called on" me yesterday and said he was on old friend of yours." "Then he lied. What did he want?" "He asked for the loan of $5."i "And because he said he was an old friend of mine you let him have it, the villian!" "No, sir; because he said he was an old friend of yours I showed him the door at once!" "Urn," growled the one. "Um,.' replied the other, and they slowly, backetl off .and continued their waj s. The Locusts f Egypt. teal Pasha has sent 500 men to the plain of Troy to aid in the destruction of tlje locusts. In the heat of the day they? are taken by driving them on? to sheets; in the morning and evening, when stationary and massed an inch deep, they are stamped or rubbed out witbl the foot. In the collection of the locusts by means of sheets, personal observations show that the insect hes itates to jump on to white-colored cloths, but has no objections to dark. The difference in the take on the dif ferent colored material is striking. Of all tbe methods of extermination, the most effectual is the rubbing out with the foot in the early morning and in the Evening, hen the nature of the ground will allo w of its being adopted fotl instance, when the locust de scends to the plains in the minor stage of its growth. ? The Insect on being first hatched weighs about 300,000 to thAtnn. and a closelv-packed line of ! shnfainz their feet obliterates who. e armies. The Causes of Heat in Mines. Lime is undoubtedly one cause of heat in oui mines, but it is not the only nor great heat producer. Lime is local in its-action; the heat produced b.r it is confined to certain sections oi the mines, while und irlylng the whole length of the Comstock lode is that , which causes the general heat, namely the deposits of Iron pyrites. The hot test places in the mines are where the heat is generated by both lime and py rites: it is is the heat from the lime added to the general heat from nature's workshop below. ' The hot springs of Colorado may de rive a port'on of their heat from the de composition of lime, but this is but a secondary cause. The great and first cause of heat in springs and mines la the decomposition of iron pyrites masses of iron and sulphur. At Steam boat Springs and other places in Colo rado, and at most of the hot springs In California, the heat is produced by the burning out or decomposition of Iron pyrites. At Steamboat Springs th course of the deposits of iron pyrites U northeast and southwest, the same as that of the great mineral bearing veins of the State. The line of active spring follows the court e of this depoeit, mov ing toward the northeast. At the south w'ett end are to be seen places where the deposit of iron pyrites and similar minerals eairying large quan tities of sulphur has burned out and he epriLcs have died awav. The pro- flfflffpLDurnlc r1 slowly movin i x T 1 i ia to norin" BU . " ow lue writer sa a new sprli JU8t FtUD8 UP tnrou meadow land lJieio-Wance of the older and larger outybut on the same general line, well out to the northeast. The base metal deposit at Steamboat Springs also has the same dip as the Comsiock, andjs working east as well as toward the north. Bv sroinir from half to three-quarters of a mile west of the present active eprinca at Steam boat, one may see wbere the springs were s Res ego, alone near the crop- pi ngs or upper edge of the deposit or pyritic matter. As the decomposition proceeded downward and eastward along the dip of the deposit, the steam and hot waier found or forced new ver- ticarchannels of ewape. Some of these openings are probably natural crevices but the majority are undoubtedly rents produced by the force of steam and pent-up gases. Even on the surface of Steamboat Springs are to be seen long rents from au inch or two to over, a foot in width that have a northeast and southwest course. I In California some of the hot springs are observed to be dying out at one end of their line and advancing other. into new ground at the At Steamboat Springs we probably see a big mineral ttock) in process vein (like the Com- of formation. Ages ago there was probably a line of ho springs along the course of the Com- stock. The mines of Europe and Mex ico, which are comparatively cold at great depths, are undoubtedly agesand ages older than the Comstock. The Comstock is probably the youngest mine in any pjrl of tbe world that is now known or being worked. Here, down iu "our low er levels, we are fol lowing close upon the heels of nature getting well down into her workshop. As' to the beat jgenerating power of sulphur and ironJ those who desire to Siemsclves. .Take a filings, borings and do no may satisfy fevrpouiid of iroi drillings fiotn a machine shop, wet them and mix in a pound or two of sulphur, thn tarn p the mixture firmly into a hole in tbej ground like a post hole covering with two or three inches of dirt, and inathoTt4srelher will be seen a miniature volcano, th batch of iron and sulphur taking fir. spontaneously. Philosoph cal Truths. Little drops . of rain brighten the meadows; and little acts of kindness brighten tne worl.l. In life two .-men have failed from de fect in morals where one has failed from defect of intellect. His Owa to Eaeh. The world is very rut 11 .'so small it Is," Smiling said one, "thai cone need ever miss His own : for It is nre to come' by way Undreamed of, on aonjie happy, golden day." "The world Is very wide ! ' another sighed ; 'So measureless the spaces that divide. That one may seek, and Journey on aloae. From birth to deal h, and never find his own." "The world is beaniirul and bright!" said one; " The red rose opens to; the wooing sun ; In bosky depths the w id birds flit and sins, To couing mate, with b ver-llrine wlngl i "The world is very sad tbe otbef sighed, . "And over-fuU of gra ves, thongh deep and W0el lhe great sea throbs with never-ceasing moan, And only death car give to each his own.. If a man be gracious to a stranger it shows he is a citizen of the world, and that his beart in no island cut oft from other lands, but a continent that joins them. . . If I do not keep step with my com panions it is because I hear a different drummer. Let a man step to the mu sic which he hears, however measured, and however far awsy. Is it import ant that I should be matured as soon as an appe tree, aye, as soon as ah oak? May not my -life in nature, in proportion as it is supernatuarl, be only the spring and infantile portion of my spirit's life? Shall I turn my spring to summer?! May I not sacri fice a hasty and petty completeness here to entireness there t If my curve is large why bend Jit to a smaller cir cle. The society I was made for is not t,oM BViatl T than anhatiritfA far fhiS. anticipation of that this poor reality I would rather nave, tne unmlxea pectaUon of that than thu reality, life is a waiting, so be it. I will not shipwrecked on vain reality. :'' A Skilled Detective. TaraTellaf the XyiLry of a Sehbary. About two years ago Mr. AamrUh Boody, of Newark N. J., a retired . plumber, on returning from a visit to New York, was astonished to find the . front door of his splendid resldenoe standing open, although. h-btI closed it securely upoitkla departure. Pro- . ceedlug fur her he at once perceived by the empty wine bottles and eosly viands scattered over the mainslficlent satin furniture that the house hd been burglarized In his absence. A pender ous half trunk, in which hs kept bis valuables, had been opened and a set of studs and a package of lour per cents removed. It was Impossible to tell exactly when tbe robbery had oo cured, but the excited millionaire at once started forpolios headquarters. Ou the steps of the office he tered a keen-looking man, with the eagle nose and hawk eye peculiar to detectives, who inquired If he wished to see the Chief. -f I "Immediately !" said the millionaire plumber. ' ? "He Is in New York," replied the man, on the steps; "but if it la anything; of Importance I will attend to It In his plaje." . V jV- : V,' ' p. y: "I've been robbed," said the victim. "I knew it," replied the police at tache, with the. true promptness' of the profession. "Let us at once to the spot" ' ' The plumber led the way to the house. -1 f "I truat nothinor has been moved since the crime was discovered il' J the detective, as they Absolutely noThlng," said thT gentleman, who had read Gabol M. Lecocq" four times. , V "Because," said the detective, "f" depends upon a careful study surroundings," and he began his 1 . ill.ii a s ugauons Dy measuring a square as of the dust covered lid of the Wat-. He then , produced a small jf011 scales, and scraping off the lir00 dust reftrred to, carefully weighs ' same. ;, ;l" "Let me see," he muttered, ma calculation; "dust settles at theas of 648 lOOOths of an inch per hour. - is, therefore, certain that the burgl . was committed last Thursdav at T.15 A. M." . r- Dear me," said the old gentleman ; The detective now approached the ' remains of the robbers' repast. "There were three rob ers," he said. . "Yes. but here are foursrlasses used." exclaimed the old gentleman. The fourth waSiuereJus'dd tot the corky top from the bottles," ex claimed the detective, who gave his name as Kickshaw. "One of them was a powerful man of advanced age. See this bitten cracker with the marks . of decayed teeth. The second was a dandy with a long moustache, for you can perceive here he has repeatedly wiped it on his napkin. The third burglar was unmistakably a woman." "A woman ?" gasped the house owner, v. , "Precisely. You see she has eaten ' nothing save pickles and the Icing from this cake. ' In her nervousness she has upset the alt-ahd'cCat her wine on the cloth. It was her first affair of the kind." : - "Yes, I see," said old Boody, much interested. "And a pretty woman as well," went on the detective. "You notice she has brushed the dust from every mirror in the room to look at herself. Next, we find that they divided the plunder on the spot. . Look 1 were not these broken tapes the ones with which your bond package was" tied ?" - ' '.Tbear stiw." '"'- t.,'-'''.- - t KiS"During Ui division Ti "But how cttCtwnow that?" as led Boody. ' "By this overturned chair. Besi .he piano Is open, and marks of fingVs re on the bass keys. Women always sit down on that end of the piano whin angry.' "Even when burgling ?" said tie other party. . "At all Umes,' replied KickshaV; if? makes no difference whatever, 'ihe woman bad red hair." "Had, eh?" "xes sne mrew vnai doojc ia I!ie corner at the o d man, and made nose bleed. .See fh1T toy til . f . with blood, No one but a red-hair woman would have done that;" "How do you know Jhat It was the man's nose?" ' V; "Because," replied the detective, using a pocket microscope, "the blood globules are those of an elderly person," ' -'I suppose they did not stay here abouts long?" queried the plumber. " "Nfy they left the next morning for Chicago." "'- . n f a. . w . : . t' ; . ureat xieavens j w nat ao yc mean?" said the old party. "Are von magician?" , . , $) "It is very simple;', replied the h' man "Sleuth hound,". "On this crnr1 pled scrap of paper you will see soif figures. Of course the theives could f realize on tbe bonds at once. ' T? therefore, made a computation to 7 cover just how far their immediate would take them. Chicago- was result, ms the total arrived at ia the to that city multiplied hjr three." ( 1 see I see," said tbe plumber' train," continued the thl' promptly. "Let me ss had better letr5-" Botf t I
The Roxboro Courier (Roxboro, N.C.)
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