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Subscription $1.50 per year. WE MUST WORK FOR TH.E PEOPLE'S WELFARE. W. H. Kitehisi, Owner. VOL. 1. SCOTLAND NECK. N. 0., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1885. NO. 48. LTIUCS OF HIGH CULTURE. PRESSING AUTUMN LEAVES. ''You are the aaturun leaf," said he. "And my arms are the book, you know; Now I place the leaf in the bock, you see, And tenderly press it, so." The maid looked up with glance demure, And blushes her fair cheeks wore, And she softly whispered: "The leaf, I'm .Needs pressing a little more." sure, LIFE'S UPS AND DOWNS. In life we meet with joy and woe, Where'er on earth we go, A mixture of the good and bad Fate wills it should be so. Just in the flush of our success Reverses kill our joy, But few of us have the ups and downs Of the elevator boy. SHE COMPLIED WITH HIS REQUEST. "Pray call me a pretty name," said he One night to his darling Carrie, The girl that he had courted so long she Thought he never meant to marry. Up from his bosom she raised her head, And her cheeks grew red as roses. ki think I will call you 'man,' " she said, 'For they say that 'man proposes.' " A CHANGE OF BASE. Upon the garden gate they swung When nights were warm and fair, And pale Diana often Hung Her light upon the pair. To-night among the leafless trees The autumn wind makes moan, The gate is swinging in the breeze, Its rusty hinges groan; And where are now the youth so gay And maiden dressed m lawn, Oh. whither do their footsteps stray, Where have the lovers' gone? Go to the parlor, warm, go there, And ask, if jrou would know, That double-loaded rocking chair, That lamp turned down so low. HAPPY MOMENTS. The rose in her cheeks is red to-night, Her eyes are tilled with a tender light. And her heart brims over with happiness, For her lover's proposed and she's an swered, "xes. Boston Courier. AN OLD ARISTOCRAT. Some time ago, during a horseback ride through a hilly section of Ten nessee, I stopped at an old grey stone house that stood near the road. The place wa3 in a state of interest ing ruin. The stone walls around the grounds were covered with vines which, seeking security, thrust their tendrils into the crevices wrought by destruction. An old gentleman, diessed in a suit of almost thread bare black, met me at the gate and cordially invited me to enter the house. I was not slow in accepting the invitation, especially as a black cloud, with rumbling accompaniment was drifting over from the west, but more especially because I was hun gry. The house was not well fur nished. Every thing was faded, but I felt that I was breathing the air of extreme refinement. "Take this seat," said the old man offering me an arm chair. "Hettie,' he added, addressing a girl whom I saw standing in the hail, "tell your mother that a gentleman will take dinner with us.'' Hetlie immediately departed to execute the commission, and the host turning to me, said: "excuse me, sir, for not introducing myself soon-j er. My name is Leckford, Colonel; George Leek fori." "I should have first introduced mj-self," I rejoined, not without con fusion. I then told him my name. "Glad to see you, sir," he said advancing cordially shaking my hand. ''Did you belong to the aris tocracy before the war?" "No, sir," I replied. "That was unfortunate,"he rejoin ed . "Gold, sir, could not tempt me to lay aside my pride. I am proud, and I am proud of it.'7 Just tiien I heard a terrible crash. The old gentlemun, with great agi tation, sprang to his feet. The nest moment, Hettie ran into the room and exclaimed : "Oh, papa, the safe has fallen over and all our pretty dishes are smashed." "Great goodness, girl, you don't tell me so?'' "Yes, sir, everything is broken.'' The old gentleman struggled hard to control his emotiQn. "My dear sir," said he, "I tear that we shall be compelled to do without dinner." I ventured to tell him that I could take a piece of bread and meat in my 1'aad and eat it a3 I traveled, but he turned upon me and in a severe tone "aid : 'No man ever left my house in that manner. Twill send a boy to the village for more dishes. The distance is short; only ten miles, and he will soon be back. You must wait until he returns." I could not wait ; so, after many protestations on the part of my kind host, I resumed my journey. About six mouths later I again traveled the same road, aud, just be 'bre dinner time, I reached the old house. I did not care to make my self known to the colouel, and as I now wore quite a heavy growth of beard I decided, in order to avoid a long conversation, prompted by previous acquaintance, to enter un der an assumed name. I may be pardoned for mentiouing a strange coincidence. I was again hungry. "Glad to mef t you, Mr. Singleton." said the old gentleman when I had given him my assumed name. "Did you belong to the aristocracy be fore the war? "Yes, sir." "Ah, then, I am doubly glad to see you. Previous to the great ca lamity you had no business, of course." "No.sir." ''Ah ! those were glorion3 days. "Hettie," fie continued, turning to a iri who had iust appeared at the door, ' tell your mother that .a gen tleman will take dinner with us." "Nov. I mused. "1 will set a dinner.'' Just then there came the startliuff crash. The old gentleman sprang upon his feet. "Oh, papa !" exclaimed Hettie, as she rushed into the room, "the safe fell down and broke all our pretty dishes."' "My gracious, you don't say so?" "Yes, sir, every one is broken." "Mr. - Singleton, this may not seem like much of calamity, but it is, sir. Those china. But that's well enough. The greatest grief I have is in disappointing yon. I . will seud a boy to town after more dish es. He will soon be back, for the place is only ten miles distant.' It was with difficulty that I tore myself away from the colonel's grasp but I finally succeeded. About two hours later I stopped at an humble log house, and was bountifully sup plied with food. "I stopped at Colonel Leckford's honse expecting to get dinner, but" "Heard a crash, eh?" suggested the stout farmer who sat at the oppo site end of the table. "Yes, and as I have twice been present when all the pretty dishes were broken, I hardly understand t." The farmer laughed. "That old fellow would rather die than work," said he. "He has sold nearly everything in his house, even his tablecloths and dishes. When ever a stranger happens around at meal time he hears a crash. A table loaded with "iron and bricks is over turned, and at tne same time, a stout woman strikes the floor with a bag containing pieces of a circular saw and half a dozen tin pans. I have seen it work. Help your self to the shoat." Coo. SO BLUE. "My child, you havs more than ful filled every hope I ever formed of you." Magdalen Foster blushed with pleasure at her father's words, as well she might for the letter in her baud announced that the papers sent up by her at the recent classical examination entitled her to the ninth place in the first class. She was tall and stooped slightly, her complexion, though clear, - was colorless, and she h'id the reflective, full look that is not infrequently the sign of habitual study. Yet her( face was singularly sweet in expres sion, the open, tranquil brow seemed incapable of frowning, the brown eyes might be dreamy, but never irate. "Magdalen,'' continued her father, "are you still willing to become my amanuensis?" "Oh, papa,"' returned the girl, ea gerly, "I shall be so proud if jtou will let me." Mr. Foster was an eminent student ofthe classics, and it Lad alwaj's been Magdalen's great ambition to help him in the preparation of his valuable works. She did not foresee all the results of her college achievements, and of this new relation to her father. It did not occur to the simple-minded girl that there was anything in what she had done to alienate her from her old acquaintances. Quite un consciously she awed her contem poraries, who, girls and young men alike, fought shy of so distinguished a "blue-stocking." She remained Miss Foster only in name ; to all in tents and purposes Nora was the elder sister. While Magdalen had been poring over her books, Nora had studied the art of making her self agreeable, and assiduously cul tivated various useful gifts. One evening they were taken by surprise by the unexpected arrival of Will Fairburn, an old friend and playfellow. Dinner was just being served, and the young man took his seat among them, laughing and put ting up his hands as if to petition against the volley of questions and ex clamations with which- he was sa luted. "I haven't distinguished a single word any one has said," he de clared at last. "But I imagine you are asking where I sprang from and what I've come about. Briefly, then. I'm off to the west in a month's time, and have come to bid you all a long fare well." "Farewell 1" exclaimed all Fosters. ,:What do you mean?'' "I had 25,000 left me by the my aunt," Will proceeded to explain ; "and a friend strongly advises me to invest it in cattle. He says they pay tremendously and the life is de lightful. I have consulted every possible authority and really don't see that I could do better. I hate office work, i haven't the brains to take up a profession, and farming here is no go. And I consider that I am rather cut out for a rancher." He ended in a tone of modest self appreciation, which was not unwar ranted, for he was a man of splendid physique. Besides which, all his tastes fitted him for an occupation demanding physical rather than men tal ability. He had never cared for study. So long as he could scrape on at school and college without dis gracing himself he was content, and devoted his heartiest eucrgies to the athletic sports in which his soul de lighted. Dinner over, Mr. Foster rose al most immediately from the table. "Can you spare me an extra hour this evening, Magdalen?" he asked. "Ceriainly, papa, I will come at once. "Magdalen is a good deal chang ed," remarked Will, as he and Nora strolled out into the garden togeth er. Nora offered her own explana tion, taking care to speak in the most affectionate sisterly tone. "Yes,"she said ; "you are right. You see ever since Magdalen return ed from Wellesly she has been en couraged in her devotion to study. People express the greatest admi- ration for her talents ; then papa has made her his secretary, and so, without being in the least conceited she naturally feels that she is supe perior to the girls she ordinarily meets. You know, Will, I can't help tbiking it was a mistake to let her grow so very learned. I think it is woman's part to be helpful and do mest ic, to take interest in the good management of small matters, and i the welfare of those about her." "Why can't Magdalen be domestic as well as intellectual?'' demanded Will moodih', 'I don't see the in compatibility." Nora did not choose to tell him that Magdalen has begged to be al lowed to take a part in the house hold affairs and that she herself had opposed the suggestion. She had lined a character for domesticity and she did not wish to have her supremacy shared. "I dare say there is no actual in compatibility," she admitted gently ; "but Magdalen is so wrapped up in her work for papa that we never think of occupying her mind with matters which I am quite willing to see after myself. Whj' should she be bothered? She is not the girl to marry, unless indeed'-' Nora laugh ed gaily "she could find a man that was all intellect and had no body needs to be ministered to." Poor Willi Magdalen joined them in the garden later on, but for his own sake he kept aloof from her. The girl was greatly hurt, as of old she had been his special friend. Too shy to complain however, she shrank into herself, and with a pang of re gret, saw Will fall into the way of the world treat her.namely. with distant respect, and Nora with familiar frioadness. He had not been at Foster's many days before his name was coupled with Nora's by all the matchmakers in the neigh borhood. - The good people were much mistaken. Will might walk, ride, or play tennis with Nora, or even constitute himself her cavalier and escort on ever7 possible occasion but secretly his heart went out to ward Magadlen. Yet how, after No ra's words, could he dream of be traying his devotion ! How could he, a uian'a wkose only attainments were those of physical strength and agil- it3r hope to please a girl thrown both by training and natural bent in the midst of purely intellectual interests? Sadly he told himself that she was not for him. Magdalen as sadly told herself that somehow she had "forfeited Will's friendship, by which, had he only known it, she had set great store. He seemed to her the perfection of a gentleman, and per haps his want of learning was the imng sue nivea oesi aoout mm ; so cordially did she hold her own blue- ness in abhorrence. Thus were the two kept apart by a phantom bar rier raised between them by Nora who, without caring for Will herself, resented his preference for Mag dalen. She was under no disappres hension as to his feelings, and yet a petty jealousy debarred her from doing what lay in her power toward bringing about a better undesstand ing between him and ' her sister. Will's last day arrived. A tennis party was to take place at Foster's in the afternoon, as a sort of farewell entertainment for him, and he did his best to throw off the despondency which oppressed nim. "Will you play to-night, Magda len !" he asked, very hesitatively in the morning. Magdalen shook her head. "No," she saidshyly, "I don't play Unnis." "Of course not,"laughed Nora ''Will, what an extraordinary idea ! As if you didn't know Magdalen was above tennis." "It is not," said Magdalen, color ing : "but that tennis is above me. I tried it again and again at Welles ley, but it was never any good. I only spoil every set I play in." "Oh, well, you can't play or you won't," said Nora, impatiently ; "it's all the same." same." Nora's sudden ill temper seemed very uncalled for, but she was irri tated by the disappointment on Will's face. Presently, however, her equa nimity was restored, and she said, pointiug her hand to the young man who had turned to her, "I will be your partner, and .you, Magdalen, need not play, but shall talk to the people that is, if papa can spare us his walking dictionary of antiqui ties." Another illusion to her blueness ! Magdalen gave her sister an appeal ing took and turned away. Will fell into a brown study. During-the afternoon he played a good deal with Nora as his partner, and the two proved an invincible couple. As Nora was fully occupied with the gaiiieMag dalen was called for more than once to do her share in receiving and talk ing to the guests. They were more than ever, impressed with her intense blueness, l'or the poor girl had the heartache, and found it strangely hard to look bright and smiling. Many were the remarks made to her about Wi.l and Nora, who certain iy played admirably together. Iu the middle of one exciting set, a young married lady, who was sitting next to Magdalen, whispered confi dentially, "Those two are made for one another, sru't they ?jDepend upon it they will be partners in earnest be fore Mr. tairbairn leaves." Magdalen went a little pale as she answered evasively. "Every one liites to nave JNora lor a part- ner. "Yes, yes. I know ; but not in the sense I mean, -What a los3 she will be to us all ! Now tell me do you think Mr. Foster will let her go with him, or will they have to wait?" This was going too far, Magdalen thought. "The question has not been dis cussed yet," she replied distantly ; and, awed by her manner, the young lady subsided into silence. Magdalen went up iO her room, when the party was over, in a very miserable frame of mind. As she cast a retrospect over her life of late it seemed to her that her success at Wellesley had cost her everything she most cared about. She did not know how much her three years at Wellesley had done for her. She was not in position to realize the all important difference between her habit of mind and that of Nora's, be tween her unworldlines and Noras worldHness. The twilight deepened, and at last Will could delay the inevitable leave-taking no longer. Magdalen kept out of the room. Will's going was the most terrible thing that had ever happened to her, and she would rather not say good-bye at all, than have to do it carelessly before them all. "Where is ilagdalen?' asked Will presently. "She was looking out something in Herodotus for me just now. Will," said Mr. Foster. "Eva, go and call her j tell her that Will is waiting to say good-bye." - Poor Will I It was a bitter thought that she could not leave hr Greek of ker owa actortS, evea to bid him f&rewell. "MagJalea is riot in the study, papa," said the child, returning. "Jane says she saw her go down the garden into the shrubbery." -I will go fo her there," said Will hastily. The place referred to was a small preserve just outside Mr. Fos ter's garden, and it was not many minutes before Will found Magdalen. She was lying on the ground in the dusk, her face buried in her hands, and her whole frame shaken by violent sobs. In a mo ment he was kneeling by her side. "Magdalen," he exclaimed anx iously, "what is it?" At the sound of his voice Magda len rose and checked her tears. "Nothing, Will," she said, with quiv ering lips. "Don't say nothing when you mean something," said Will. "Mag gie, tell me what is the matter?" He was the only person that ever called her Maggie, and now the old pet name, used for the first time this visit, renewed the confidence that had existed between them as chil dren. "I'm so unhappy," said Magdalen, "so dull, and blue and stupid. I am no good to anyone, and nolody cares for me." "Now, Maggie," said Will, "you have told at least half a dozen fibs. You are not dull, you are not stupid and you are not bl at least, if you are blue, blueness is particularly charming ; you are good for a great deal, and everybody cares for you." Magdalen shook her head. "Don't be unreasonable," remon strated Will "what about me? Don't I care for you?" His voice was full of a tenderness which Magdalen shyly ignored. "You used to," she aaid. It was all over with Will ; no power on earth could have held him back from pouring out his confession to her. "Magdalen," he said, "if I tell you I love you, worship you, think of you Eight and day, could you answer anything but that you don't care whether I do or not!" It was out now. Magdalen stood and gazed, as if she could not believe he ears, at the hand that had grasped hers. At last a smile of wonderful happiness stole about her lips. "Why, Will," she said raising her eyes to his ; ''It was just you that I minedd most of all about ; but you don't 3Tou can't really mean" Will did not find it very difficult to satisfy her that he could and did mean all and more than that he bad said. Great was the amazement of the Fosters when presently they re entered the sitting-room together, and Yfill announced that he never meant to say good-bye to Magdalen at all. Mr. Foster's consent given, he changed his plans, invested all his capital in the east after all.and event- ually settled down on a large iarm near the Fosters, as happy a hus band, with as happy a wife, as was to be found in the United States. Is this possible? Could they live for lomj together without a difference between them becoming a discord? Yes ; for the wise "Professor at the BreakfastsTable" points out to us, "It takes a very true roan to be a a fitting companion for a woman of genius but not a very great one." That Descending Dove. A New Haven, Conn., dispatch savs: "While the Key. Air. UiarK was preaching in East "'Haven Con gregational Church, and had fin ished the prayer preceding the ser mon, a dove alighted upon the cen tre gallery, in full view of the con gregation, and began cooing. When he had finished his prayer the dove perched on the gallery railing oppo site the clergyman. When he read the first chapter of St. John's Gos pel at the thirty-second verse "I saw the Spirit descending from Heaven like a dove, and it abode upon him" the dove flew to the desk and perched upon the open page of the Bible. The pastor's text was from the fourth verse. It then settled upon the platform be low the pulpit during the sermon. At the conclusion the pastor en gaged in sacramental services and closed the Bible. The bird 'thrice stepped from the book and on again, and then nestled by its side. When he had concluded the pastor referred to the interruption and coincidence and said the winged visitor might be taken as emblem atical of the Spirit in the church Then the bird perched upon the pastors head. The effect was electrical and many ladies were in tears. The pastor took the dove and held it to his breast and gave the benediction. It was Stephen Bradley's pet dove which had fol lowed his sister to church. The rest of the family trid to drive the little thimg back, but it followed the young lady in, and flew by the way of the gallery stairs. Much com ment is made in East Haven, and it is regarded as almost miraculous. Albany Express. nooiwirvKii a iik. THE NOVEL SCHEME OF AN OHIOAN TO INCREASE HIS YIELD OF EGGS. Mr. Ingenius Workhard has per formed a great service to his country it will be observed, and he deserves a crow-mo from every thoughtful citizen. Of course he will not re ceive one from every thoughtful citi zen, but if he did it would be no more than he deserves. 0 Mr. Workhard was the happy pos sessor of a good fat hen, which, like other good fat hens, laid one egg a day, including Sundays. Mr. Work hard, however, was not satisfied with what his good fat hen accomplished in this direction, so he set about to devise ways and means by which it would be persuaded to add to the daily delivery. Coaxing proved (hen) fruitless, and cruel treatment was in vain. Workhard wracked his brain and studied. At last he hit upon a plan. 0 0 A nest with false bottom was con structed. It worked automatically in such away that when the good fat hen laid her accustomed egg it would go beyond the seeming limit of the nest, and peacefully repose beneath the false bottom, away from galli naceous sight, The good fat ben was a cautions bird, and was accus tomed to look in her nest after she had deposited her gg. in order to as sure" herself that it was real there before beginning her gleeful cackle. The first time the ingenious nest was put in position the hen was nearly knocked over the ropes in one round with astonishment when she found no egg. Consternation was on her face. It occurred to the honest hen however that she had made a mistake. She was off her base. She had laid no egg. So, like the good hen she was.she immediately proceeded to lay another. 0 00 The science worked we.U. Work hard had two eggs a day for some time and then yearned for more. 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