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7 4 J Subscription $1.50 per year. WE MUST WORK FOR THE PEOPLE'S WELFARE. W. JL KitcWtt. Owner. VOL. 1. SCOTLAND NECK. N. C, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 15, 1885. . NO. 47. FOR ALL WHO DIE. The following poem was regarded by Edgar A. Poe as the most beautiful and touching of its kind in the language: It hath been said for all who die There is a tear, Some paining, bleeding heart to sigh O'er every bier; Uut in that hour, of pain and dread, Who will draw near Around my humble couch and shed One farewell tear. Who'll watch the fast departing ray In deep despair, And soothe the spirit on its way With holy prayer? What mourner round my couch will come In words of woe, And follow me to my long home, Solemn and slow? When lying on my earthly bed In icy sleep. Who then by pure affection led Will come and weep? Iiy the pale moon implant the rose Upon my breast, And bid it cheer my dark repose, My lonely rest? Could I but know when I am sleeping Low in the ground One faithful heart would then be keeping Watch all around, As if some gem lay shrined beneath That cold sod's gloom, 'Twould mitigate the pangs of death And light the tomb. Yes, in that hour if I could feel From the halls of glee And beauty's pressure one would steal In secrecy, And come and sit or stand by me In night's deep noon, Oh! I would ask of memory No other boon. But Ah! a lonelier fateis mine. A deeper woe; From all I've loved in youth's sweet time 1 soon must gol , : Draw round roe my pale robes of white In a dark spot To sleep thro' death's long, dreamless lione and lorgot. . . night, A TURTLE "AS IS A TURTLE.' A MARIXE MONSTER WEIGHING SEV ENTEEN HUNDRED POUNDS CAP- . TURED AT THE HEADS." Yesterday afternoon a two-horse express wagon drove up in front of the Cull office on Montgomery street containing: a load, covered with can vas, and sis Italian fishermen. Re moving the covering one of the lar gest turtles ever seen in San Fran cisco was displayed to the view. The monster was alive, and was tied to the floor of the vehicle with ropes. It was nine feet long and seven and a half feet around the girth. Its head was larger than that of a man, while its flippers looked like large hams. Its weight was seventeen hundred pounds. The turtle is of the leather-back species. On Thurs day noon, as the fishermen's smack Catalonia was cruising outside the Heads, near the whistling buoy, the turtle was observed floating, asleep, on the jurface of the water. The six fisherman in the boat immedi ately set aboutits capture. The end oi & DoaL-uooK was driven into one of its hind flippers, while a running noose was fastened on one of the front ones. The turtle now awoke, and a desperate fight immediately ensued. In the melee before the turtle was landed on his back on the deck of the craft, the mast to which t he end of the rope was fastened was broken, and one of the fishermen was knocked over with a left-hander from the turtle's flipper. A blow from an as on tbe creature's head finally so dazed it that it gave up tho strug gle. The turtle was fully alive and vigorous 03' the time it got ashore, and more, difficulty was experienced in getting it into the express wagon. It handles its flippers like, a marine John L.- Sullivan. San Francisco Odl. Uncle Isom and the Ghosts.' Uncle Isom was whitewashing an old, dilapidated house on Whitehall street yeslerdaj. The interior had a ghostly appearance, and a gentleman said to the old negro : "Isom, ain't you afraid of ghosts? "No, sah ; dat I ain't, young mars- ter," was the reply, as the old man's face loomed up with a smile. "You are not?" ''No, sah. Dar aue no ghostis." "How do you know?" "Case, sah, when a pussun dies ey goes to heaben or purgatory, one." "Yes." "An' ef dey goes ter purgatory dey can't eet er wav : an' ef dev ter heaben dey don't wanter get er way an' cum back 'er scollop in 'roun s wurl. I'se too ole fer to let at kind er mesmerism' bizuess bod er roe." Con. The Severn Tunnel. The recenty completed Severn tunnel is one of the greatest en gineering works of the age. It was built by the Great Western Railroad Company of England, to give a di rect communication between their British line and South Wales. It is unique as a work of the kind, inso much as it passes under an arm of ihesea. The tunnel extends from New Passage to Portskewet, a dis tance of about two and one half miles under the water, its entire length, exclusive of approaches, being about four and one half miles. The work has been in progress for thirteen years, and the total cost cannot fall below $8,000,000. The principal difficulties encountered in the work were not from the water of the es tuary itself, but from subterranean springs in the rock itself, through which borings were made. Several times the works were filled with water. On one occasion a body of water which gushed forth at the rate of 27,000 gallons per minute was met. Pumping apparatus, however, capable of carrying it off was erected and the difficulty obviated. The tun nel opens a new chapter in engineei ing of this class. It may furnish the suggestions upon which a tunnel under the Uudson can at last be suc cessfully bored. Con. How Plug Hats Are Made. To make the silk stove-pipe hats, a large square of muslin is dipped into shellac, wrung out and then stretched over a wooden frame to dry. Alter drying it is cut up into siz33 and shapes suitable for the va rious parts of the hat. Some pieces are" cut on the bias for the crowns of hats, others are stiffened particularly for the brims, while the muslin for the central cylinders, which are the sides, is cut into oblong squares. The material for a dozen of these hats is then given to a workman, who draws the frame of the hat together around the block and fastens it by means of a hot iron. The shell of the hat, as it is called, is then varnished and then dried. making it stiff, and then the silk plush is put on, a man ironing it to the shellac-covered shell and spong. ing it with every stroke of the iron. Girls sew in the. crown and the brim after the sides of the shell have been fastened, and then the seams are gone over with a hot iron, which con ceals all traces of them. The brim is then curled, as in the case of the felt article, and then the hat, goes away to the luering machine, where polish brushes, revolving rapidly, give it a high polish. From the lu ering machine it goes to the bands of a girl, who trims it and puts in the lining. Chicago Journal. The Effect Somewhat Marred. When Vestryman Green bowed his head to read the responses of the litany last Sunday, he was very drowsy indeed, and he had repeated, Lord have mercy upon us miserable sinners" but three times when he fell fast asleep. His wife nudged him with her parasol without success. When the minister reached " "And now,8eventeenthly,my beloved breth ren'' -Vestryman Green awoke, and being unconscious of the. lapse of time, responded in a sonorous and fervent voice : "Lord have mercy upon us, miser. able sinners." Neic York Times. He Paid. "I notice by the papers," he said. as he waited for the froth on his beer to settle, "that a man in a Chicago saloon fell dead just as he finished drinking a glass of beer." "I see dot same thing in der papers, too,'? replied the saloonist. "Curious, wasn't it?" 'Vaell. ldou t tnink so. lou see he drand oop dot beer und said Sharge it to me !' und tier barten der he prings oudt his club und taps him on des headt. It vhas almost eafery day somebody drops deadt here !" He laid an hickory club on the bar and looked the man full in the eye, and the beer was hardly down before it was paid for. Detroit Free Press. What Did Mr. Cleveland Whisper? The crowd at the President's re ception yesterday was not so large as' usual. In the middle of the stream of visitors was a small, rather loudly dressed lady of uncertain age who was leading a little girl baby by the hand. The little thing stood scarcely two feet high. The mother smiled sweetly upon the President as she grasped his hand, and the Presi dent smiled upon her. 'Encouraged, perhaps, by this, she stood still, and then remarked, indicating the two-feet-high cherub : "This is my baby." "And a pretty little thing it is, madam," replied Mr. Cleveland, the smile still visible around his lips. "And it's only 2 years old," per sisted the mother. "Won't you kiss it?" The President looked at the crowd yet to be shaken, looked at the little mite be had been asked to embrace, and the smile fell with a dull, sicken ing thud. He whispered something in the lady's ear and she retired. Washington Post. ' Family Trovble. A boy 12 years old reported to a policeman the other day that a rob bery had occurred at a house under very mysterious circumstances. The uraof$25, which was in a china vase on a bracket, had taken wings. Were any of the doors or windows found openf 'asked the officer. "Any visitors in the house might have taken It?" "No." "And you havn't picked up who any clues, ehr" "That's the trouble, sir there's clues until vou can't rest. I want to go off and camp out, and dad thinks I cribbed the money. Dad wants to go to Chicago, and marra thinks he's got tho boodle. Marm want3 a new summer wrap, and dad savs she clawed them ducats for sure. The hired girl is going to be married next week, and dad and marm and me believe she rake in the stake to go on a bridal tour. Tell you what, mister, when I see how many clues cau be picked up on-a little case like this it makes me anx ious to know which of us will come out on top." Con Preserving one' Health. Physician (to patient) You should take two grains of quinine every hour or half boor. Patient Great Scott I doctor isn't that rather often. Physician No. Take it in a little whiskey. Patient All right 1 wo grains every how often did you say? .. Physician Every hour or half hour. Patient All right, doctor. Two grains every half hour. New York Sun. Tir Kickers. . ''Just my luck I" he groaned as he came down stairs, "Lost anything?" "Everything 1 I wanted Brown, on the third floor, to sign a. note , with me. When I got to the second land ing I met a dog coming down. "And you raised your hat?" ' "Alas I No 1 1 raised my foot." "And it was Brown's dog?" . "It was, and he was looking over the railing. "Whv didn't you plead ignorance? "I did, and so did Brown. Hanged if her didn't kick me three times and then pretend to find Out who I was I Under the circumstances I couldn't ask him to sign, you see." X A ClIld Prayer, A Texas lady said to her " little daughter: "This is your grandfather's birth day, Mamie. You must pray that he will live to an old age." Mamie "No, ma ; he is old enough already. ..I'll just pray fqi;. him to grow younger instead of older." New York Telegram. our orotners, wno nave ueen in business together ever since 1850 without keeping elaborate books or any accurate-account of the money each has drawn from the enterprise have filed a deed in San Joaquin county, Cal., providing that, as it is impossible to straighten out their af fairs, their heirs shall never ask for an accounting, but divide the prop erty equally. Afraid He Would Shoot Himself. "Now that I hare bought a pistol, wife, we need hare no fear of bur glars. . Have you placed it in a con venient place?" , "Yes, I've locked it up in my empty trunk, and Fvc thrown away the key;' "What did yon do that for?" "Because I was afraid you'd shoot yourself." Boston Courier The War Ended. ' Ye don't mean ter say that the rebellion is all crushed out, do you?" said a surprised old fellow from Wayback, "Certainly." "No flghtin' nornuthin' going on?" "No." "Well, I swan ! I've been read in' tbe Trybune for a good many years, but I never saw nuthin in it bout the warbein' over."--Con. deaf. . How Peter Duffy Warn Bared Frou Going Into the Army. During the darker days of . war, when its holiday features had given place to genuine blood and universal sorrow ; when the dazzling uniforms had been dragged through the mud and dust of many campaigns, aud the soil of the southern state had swal lowed up the dear dust of brothers and eons, and when the roll of drums and the flash of swords no longer won new fruits to death's grim car nival, there came the draft, with all of the horrors, but none of the dearly -bought glory of volunteer ser vice. .!.. Peter Duffy . an Irish blacksmith with a young wife and large family of helpless little children, was among the first in southern Wisconsin to draw a sorrowful prize. He felt that be absolutely could not go. He tried every way to evade the call to certain death, but met with noth ing but chagrin, ridicule and defeat. Que day Hon. James H. Earnest was speaking in the state senate, when a meesmger came and told him that a man outside the senate cham ber wished to see him. Owing to some misunderstanding. Mr. Uuffv was ushered in the room. He had a good deal of hair, which he allowed to grow in wild profusion. He did not bold himself responsible In any way for that hair. His head looked like an old hair matress that had been turned wrong side out by a cy clone and deserted by its friends. He became the cynosure of all eyes. ihe speech lost its interest and came to a close. . "Now, Peter," said Mr. Earnest, what's is the matter with you?" r'Sinator. I'm - kilt, I'm a cold carpse. Me wife is a widdy. They do have me drafted j Jim.. There's only half a moile bethune me and paradoise. I want you to see the President or Jiff Davis, or ... Gineral MickLillan. or some of thim byes and save meloife. If ye cant' doit Jim I'm gone oop, and rae wife is a weepm' widdy bound for the poor house beyant. Hilp me out, Sinator. Pass a bill making it a filony on the ngh saze to draft an Irish ordan into this ; gineral massacree. Do that JinV and I'll pray for you all me loifeahd the Lord knows you naaeu, coo ana I'll ao all your blaCKStmthin' at hair price. Mr. Earnest thought all those things were impracticable. . "Peter," said he," you seem to be elected by an overwhelming major ity and lm afraid your .resignation would not be accepted. Unless you tail to pass the medical . examination you'll have to go, I guess. Then Mr. Duffy thought of some thing. "Sinator, to tell the trooth, I can't hear very well meself. . Whin I was an apprentice a red mool kicked the dayloights out of me and impared me listeners." Mr. Earnest had never noticed this, but he really didn't want to see Duffy go and in the kindness of his heart he encouraged the idea a little. He even went oyer to see Dr. Hovt at Camp Randall, and while they made some scientinc - experiments with lemons and sugar and spirits, he drew the conversation toward Mr. Duffy. The next day Mr. Peter to come down Hotel and visit him At the appointed hour Earnest told to the Park at his room. Senator Ear nest produced a list of questions and told Mr. Duffy that be would have to answer these satisfactorily. Pa tiently they set to work like a class of students who', have secretly se cured a list of queries prior to the day of examination. Every d iy after the legislative session h id closed, Mr. Earnest would repair to his room in company with Mr. Daffy and they would go through tbe re harsal. Finally, tke time for Duffy's examination came, and Senator Ear nest hsd to go to Camp Randall to assist. A question would be pro pounded to Peter, and he would turn with great gravity and earnestness to Mr. Earnest, who sat by htm, and ask: "What do he say Jimf Then Jim would bawl the question into Duffy's off ear. The examination went on first rate, only that Earnest nearly died trying to keep a straight face. Finally came the last test, which generally caught the impostor. Dr Hoy t turned with great disgust to the examining surgeons and said. "Gentleman, we dont Wank this bump on a log. He can't a ear any thing. I think we bad better leave the blankety-blank wooden-head at whore his family could attend to him and see that he don't miss the resur rection." j" This was said in a low tone of voice to catch the unwary Irishman, but slowly he turned to Senator Earnest and gravely inquired : "What do he say, Jimr" Then Earnest red in the face with suppressed emotion, bellowed into Duffy's best ear : - "The doctor says you can't hear anything. He thinks you had better stay here where your family can call your attention to the resurrection." Bill Nye, in New York Mercury. The Vla4e" la Judicially Statd. De- "Let me state to you first, Judge that I am a dude, and I am proud of it. You ought to use moderation in my sase on that aecount. I plead guilty, but I think, sir, that the jus tice yon dispense shuold be highly seasoned with mercy, for I am a dude and not entirely responsible.". The foregoing statement came Edward Pekins, whom the old sailor officer with ships and things done in blue on his wrist had just led up to the bar of the Yorkville police court yesterday morning, charged with larceny. He was a dude that had seen a good many hard winters, and had a Quit of clothes that had evident ly reposed in an ash barrel. 'Of course you know what a dude is, Judge," he continued. "I do," replied Justice Gorman, "but it don't bear, a red nose, nor a week's growth of beard like you. A dude is a good suit of clothes j with nothing in them. Yon are not dude and you are held." N. York World. Olood Advice from n Humeri t. v To young men Bob Bnrdette has this to say: You take a basin of water, place your finger In it for twenty-five or thirty seconds, take it out and look at the bole that is left. The size of that bole represents about the in pression advice makes on a young man's mindi Don't depend too much on your family tbe dead part, I mean. The world wants live men; it has no nse for dead ones. Queen Vic toria can trace her ancestors back in a direct line to William the Gon- qnerer. If yon cannot get further back than your rather yon are better off. Your father was a better man than old William; be bad better clothes to wear, better food to eat, and was better housed. If yon are a diamond, oe sure that you will be found. Cheek, brass or gall neve gets ahead of merit. I love a young man who is straight forward. Ask for what you want. If yon want to marry a rich man 's daughter or borrow $500 from him, ask him for it; it amounts to the same thing m the end. It is always better to astonish a man than to bore him. Remember that in the morning of lffe come the hard working davs. Hard work never killed a man. It is fun, recreation, relax ation, holidays that kill. The fun that results m a neaa next morning so big that a tub could hardly cov er it is what kills. Hard work nev er does. You caa't afford to do anything but what is good. You are on tlress parade all the time. Don t be atraid oi pounding per sistently at one thing. Don be afraid of being called a one-idea man or a crank. If you are a one idea man or a crank you are more than most men. It takes a smart man to be a crank.. Kissed tne wrong Katie, A certain lady near here suspected that her husbond was in the habit ef kissing the cook, a pretty girl, by the by and resolved so detect him in he act. After watching four days, she heard him come in one erening and gently pass through into the kitchen. Now, Katie was ont that erening and the kitchen dark. Burn ing with jealousy, the wife took some matches in her hand, and placing her shawl over her head as Katie often did, she entered the kitchen by the back door, and was almost imme diately seized and embraced and kissed in the most ardent manner. With-her heart almost bursting with rage and jealosy the injured wife prepared to administer a terrible re buke to her faithless spouse. Tearing herself loose from his embraces, she struck a match and stood face to face with Katie's beau, one of the neighbor boys. Her husband says his wife has never treated him so well since the month they were married as she has for the past week. Dan bury Pott. Bad Penmanship. In spite of theory of a bad penman who wrote a sprawling hand (was it not the first Napoleon?) that the poorer a man's handwriting is the more character it has the majority of letter-writers, authors, scholars and journalists are envious of the clerk and copyist with their art for writing a clear and beautiful band. As a nation, we have sadly degener ated in the art of using the pen. Comparing the beautiful and uni form handwriting of the last century with the skim-along spider-track rail-fence style of the present day, one almost regrets the fact that the gooscquill has gone out of fashion and a stiff and awkward writing im plement been substituted in its stead. A fortune awaits the man who will invent a flexible wnling-stick not a gold pen tipped with platinum of some nbneorrosive material. It is so hard to break in a pen ; and bar ing worn down the points to suit your style, they are likely to snap or splatter before you bare tossed off a dozen pages of manuscript. Then there is the annoyance of get ting a fiber between the nibs, anal. ogous to that of getting a bit of meat between the bicuspids at the dinner table ; and nine persons out of ten will wipe the pen frantically on tbe occiput to rid of the filament and catch a hair 1 A new steel pen is as awkward as a phenomenally ttiff collar, or a pair of new shoes ; and, moreover, as tee average penman is in a continual danger of "impaling himself on his own pothooks," per haps the only relief is found in the type-writer, which seldom betrays one into a loose and slovenly style of handwriting. H Vaji Santvoord in TJie Current. The Girl at the Gate. Hearcn bless the girl at tbe front gate with peach bloom on her cheeks and lore light in her eys. Men would shut her out of our literature, but I am not one of them. The girl at the front gate can nerer grow old to those who hare been there with her. Years may come and go, but the music of the lowroice at the front gate will not be stilled and the memor3' of the cherry lips we kissed at the front gate will hold, oat faith fully to the end. What if the old gate does sag and its hinges rattle and its latch refuse What if the posts some of its pickets love tbe dear old love it for the sake to hold it shut? are shaky and- are gonef We relic still. We of the girl who there by it with used to stand out roses on her cneeKs ana nectar on A her lips. We held the gate and and couuted the stars and bade good by and then counted the stars again. How many times of a night was good-by said? How many times did lips meet o'er the old dear gate? The old gate knows but it will never tell. The old front gate may have couuted the kisses, but I nerer did. And I am not sure that the girl with the peach bloom cheeks never did. And what of the girl with the peach bloom cheeks? Ah, me I She mar ried .another. She forgot her vows at the old front gate, as some girls will, and married a richer, and hand somer man. And I? Well, I went- to another front gate, where there were other peach bloom cheeks, and other lips as sweet and just so many stars to count. And now I have a . front gate of my own and a girl of my own with peach bloom cheeks, who counts the stars with the boy of the girl whose vows made with me at the first front gate were broken. But he is a true, good boy, and my girl is a good, true girl, and Heaven bless them both as they stand to-night at the old front gate. Si. Louis Magazine. Wild Horses or the West. The wild horses of Wyoming and western Nebraska are compact little animals, weighing 800 to 1,100 pounds. The majority of them stand fourteen hands high. In color they are usually brown, sosrol or bay. A grey is seldom seen, un less it is a horse that has strayed away from civilization. Their tails grow long, frequently dragging the ground, but their manos are like those of other horses and not flow ing to the knees as arjo represented in some books. The eye, probably from being constantly on the watch, is larger than the eyes of the do mestic horse, aad even when tamo the eye remains a distinctive mark of the horse's origin. Wild horses. when captured or tamed, are su perior to horses of tho same size. Many of them are used by the cow boys, and others are broken to har ness and driven as carriage horses, being entirely trustworthy. Scot tish Agricultural Gazette. NEW ADVERTISEMENTS. BUCKLEN'S ARNICA SALVE. The best salre in the world for cuts, bruises, sores, ulcers, salt rheum, fever sores, tetter, chapped hands, chilblains corns, and alt skin eruptions, and posi tively cures piles, or no pay requirea. it is guaranteed to give perfect satisfaction, or money refunded. Price 25 cents per box. For sale by . T. Whitehead Vo. W. H. HITCIIIN. W. A. DUKH, KITCHIN & DUNN, ATTORNEYS A COUNSELLORS AT LAW, Scotland Neck, N. C. jyOffice on 10th Street, first door above Main T AILRO AD HOUSE, XX SCOTLAND NECK, N. C. MR8. LAURA BELL, Profrietbess Good beds, polite and attentive arrant, the best table the market affords, and good water. Neatness one of its special aims. Stop at the Railroad Ilouse. D AVID A. MADRY, BRICK MANUFACTURER. Will take contracts for furnishing Brisk as chep as the next man, and give oetter work. Satisfaction guaranteed. Tho best brick in the market made by him at lowest prices. Uire him a trial Brick always on hand and for sale in any qnantity. Scotland Neck, N. O., June 25, 1886. klFE and FIRE INSURANCE I am representing the strongest, most liberal, prompt and reiiaDio companies m the U. S. Call at my office, take out a policy ann securo your property. A policy in the iEtna Life Co., is more secure tnan ou vao Banks in tbe Union. J. H. LAWRENCE, Scotland Neck, N.C. MISCELLANEOUS. NOTICE. :o: S3 YEARS AT THE BUSINESS Look to your interest and dont be DECEIVED. NEW MAN but an OLD BUSI NESS R. B. Pierce can be found at Mr. P. E. SMith's shop where he has a Good Stock of the best Material which he will make up in Buggies, Wagons, Carts, &c. at short notice. and offer the mo3t reasonable Term?; Horse Shoeing a . SPECIALTY Call and see me, it will be to your Interest, Respectfully, R. B. PIERCE. Remember that 1 can sell you bug gies as cheap as you can buy anywhere in the world. I sell the celebrated Wrenn work. 0. W. Dcnn. Another of Stovc3 jt r.colv. ed at F. gtes ? 3
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