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R. H. COWAN, Editor and Proprietor. We Proudly call ours a Government by the People. Cleveland. TERMS: S2.00 Per Year. VOL. II. WADESBORO, N. C, THURSDAY, APRIL 1, 1886. NO. 26. Angola Timi-is. T?rmCTasli 1 n Advancd One Year - 2-00 Six Months - Three Months - - . . $L00 .7 ADVERTISING RATES. One square, first insertion - - (.W Each subsequent insertion - - SO l.'Kel advertisements, per line - - 10 JpSpecial rate given on applicatio for ongertime. Advertisers are requested to bring in their advertisements on Monday evening of each wek, to insure .insertion in next issue. ' PROFESSIONAL CARDS. John D. Pembertori. ATTORNEY AT LAVT, WADESBOKO, X. C. 1'r.ieM in thi Stito aal Felra i urts. JAMES 1 10CKHABT. Attorney and Counsellor at Law, WADESBORO. C. ' gT Practice at all the Courts of the States it. urn.K. W. L. l'AltSO.V LITTLE & PABSONS, ATTOKNFA'H AT LAAV, WADESBORO, N. C. ollrciiotiK Promptly Attended to. 11 . II. 1 e IJev !D E N T I S T, WADESBORO, N. c. OIicc over G. W. Huntley's Stoie,' All Work Warranted. May 14, K), tf. mi. I). B. FRONTIS, PHYSICIAN AMD SUBGEOH ti opjKKite Bank. 8 r)- UI" A. B. Huntley, AI. D. J. T. J. Battle, M. D I)rs. Huntley At Rattle, PHYSICIANS AND SURGEONS Wadesboro, NC Orllce next to Bank jrav - tf I. PI. HORTON, r nnvELEi:, WADESBORO, X. ( . UenWiii U'atohes, Clucks, Jewelry. Musi.-al Instruments, Breerh and Muzzle I.oidin Nlmt Guns, Pisbjls, Viison Institute, WADESBORO, n. c. ft I MBHHHt. PRINCIPAL. f. J. BCBXETT, A. R. J. W. Kilgo, A. B. Miss M. L. McCokkle, Assistants. The Tpring Term Logins Mondav, jun ary 11th, lysG. TriTiox In Literary Department, and $4 per month. Instrumental Music, $4 per month. Vocal Music, -4 per month. I'se of piano for practice .50 cents per mouth. Hoard. $10 per month. Contingent fee, ?1 r year. For Catalogue apply to the Principal. Alorven Ilih School, JAMES W. KILGO, A. B., Principal. ZT The Fall Session logins on the rid of August 1NS5, and runs through five months. TUITION, PER MONTH. Primary, Intermediate, . ... Advanced . 2.50 3.00 Board from $3 TO $10 per moutii. For further particulars address the Prin cipal. Ml fflUBB, . MCXUFACTCRER AXD DEALER IX Stoves, Tin-ware, Sheet-Iron AXD HOLLOW WARE. WADESBORO, N. C. HOTELS. When you go tt Charlotte be snre to cull on S. M. TIMMONS, FOR Fine Mountain Whiskies IN THE Old Charlotte Hotel CHARLOTTE, N. C. YARBROUGII HOE SE, p RALE 1611, N. C. j PRICES REDUCED TO OT THEMES call. And see ua ONE TOUCH OK NATURE. Cruel and wild the battle ; Great horses plunged and reared, And through dust-cloud and smoke-cloud, Blood-red with sunset's angry flush, You heard the gun-shot's rattle, . And, 'mid hoof -tramp and rush, The shrieks of women speared. For It was Russ and Turkoman No quarter asked or given ; A whirl of fuonzied hate and death Across the derert driven! Look : the half -naked horde gives way. Fleeing frantic without breath, ', Or hope, or will ; and on behind The troopers storm, in blood-thirst blind, While, like a dreadful fountain-play, The swords flash up, and fall, and slay Wives, grandsires, baby brows and gray, Groan after groan, yell upon yell Are men but fiends, and is earth hell! Hay, for out of the flight, and fear Spurs a Russian cuirassier ; In his arms a child be bears, Her little foot bleeds; stern she stares Back at the ruin of her race. The small hurt creature heds no tear, Nor utters cry; but clinging still To this one arm that dees not kill She stares back with her baby face. Apart, fenced round with ruined gear, The hurrying horseman finds a space, Where, wilh face crouched upon her knee, A woman cowers. You see him stoop And reach the child down tenderly, Then dash away to join his troop. How came one pulse of pity there One heart that would not slay, but save In all that Christ-forgotten sight? Was there, far North by "Neva's wave, Some Russian girl in sleep-robes white, Making her peaceful evening prayer, That Heaven's great mercy 'neath its care Would keep and cover him to-night? Ant homj 3 forehead, inthe Centurg. The, Way of the World. A TALE TOLD BY Jt POSTAGE-STAMP. Primarily I am a postage-stamp ; just a common everyday two-cent stamp, pos sessing only such attributes as are pecul iar to my class. Indeed, if I were placed among a thousand of mybrethern I doubt if the keenest observer would be able to point me out as being in any way distin guished. A vague gloom enshrouds that portion of my life preceeding its de velopment into one of the government agents (if I may so call myself) ; and I indistinctly remember of havjng been connected in some way with a copy of an English comic paper which drifted as- an exchange, into an American newspaper office, arid thence quickly into a huge waste-basket From that time until ar riving at my present state I passed through the hands of paper dealers, pa per manufacturers, and divers clerks and careless people, my last distinct impres sion being received from an engraver's press. I can scarcely be called a conceited person; still I am led to believe that my mission in the. world is an important one. I am kind-hearted, of agreeable dispo sition, and well satisfied with my lot. I frequently congratulate myself upon the good fortune which made me what I am.' How much better to be, perchance, the bearer of some kind letter, a perfumed billet-doux, if you please, than a vulgar revenue stamp, fit only to adorn a box of ill-smelling cigars or grace a barrel of in ferior liquor. A mau hurriedly places a postage stamp upon a letter, which he drops into a convenient letter-box, and entirely for gets the circumstance. It humbly serves his purpose; beyond that he does not care. But think for a moment of the travels of that same stamp, of the persons it meets, of the message it bears, and say it is not a sentient being! After my birth I was carefully ac counted for to various commonplace cials, and, after some delay, sent to the postoffice at a certain Eastern city. I was purchased soon afterward by Mr. Archibald Warrack, who tore me rudely from my friends, and, after carrying me about in his pocket book for a day or two, c ast me into a certain dark drawer of his desk. This 3r. Warrack was about twenty five, tall, graceful, and altogether a very gentlemanly -appearing person. lie dressed neatly and tastefully, but with no suggestion of foppishness. To be frank, I admired him from the beginning of our acquaintance. Regarding: his so cial and financial status, he was a gentle man of artistic tastes one of the grand army of dilettanti possessing an ample bank account and a pedigree which was never questioned. The desk, into a drawer of which I was so ignominiously thrust, stood in a sunny alcove separated from Mr. Warrack's studio by a heavy portiere. This little apartment was a very pleasant place, and Mr. Warrack spent considerably more time in lounging there than he did in working in the great, bare room adjoin ing. Art was a hobby of mine, and it was with mueh satisfaction that I found myself placed in stick a congenial atmos phere. Soon after being transferred to the drawer I have before alluded to I dis covered that my quarters were shared by a number of other persons of my own kind who were reposing on dainty per fumed envelopes. -They wore, however, black stains upon their escutcheons, which showed ihcm to be forever ruined. I made bold to iotioduee myself to one of these scarred vet?ro.s and, after a few preliminary. re:urkj concerning" the weather, politics, nd so on, said: "From your looks (date of conceling) infer that you have been dwelling with this Mr. Warrack for some .time, .and being a stranger, I shalf esteem it a favor if you will tell me such things as you feel at liberty to p:-akof concerning his private history." : "It's a sad e'Re;?.si!l my- friend, with a-deep igh. - lie loAed hazard and offi- I worn, and wu apparently in great dis tress. "How W?" I inquired, sympathetic ally. "A sad case," he continued without heeding my interruption. "Less than six mpnths ago I was the carrier of a let ter written by a you j lady named Rari den Miss Helen Rarlden to Mr. War rack, the gentleman whose acquaintance you hare recently made. This letter was written in reply to one from him in which he exhausted all the available adjectives f the English language in the sincerest avowals of love, closing with an offer of his heart and hand." "And the letter of which you were tho bearer contained " "Her aeceptance," he aid, completing my sentence. "Helen Rariden is a beau tiful woman, gifted, wealthy, and of ex cellent family. At the time I parted from her, or rather at the time she parted with me, she loved this fellow with all her pure soul loved him as man was never loved before, and he doubtless cared for her then." The emphasis of this last word was de stroyed by a pitiful sob, and for a few moments my friend was so moved that he could not rpeak. I waited patiently Until he again h'egan: "Shortly after the engagement, which naturally followed, Helen (I take the lib erty of so calling her) was compelled to accompany her mother to Europe on a trip undertaken in the hope of benefiting that lady's health. The parting of this Mr. Warrack with his promised bride was tender and touching ; I was present at the time in the gentleman's left-hand coat-nocket, and felt the beating of Helen's heart with distinctness for a few momenta. I admit that it was an embar rassing position for me to occupy, but I could not well withdraw, as I was then very much attached to this letter, as I am now." I smiled at this' bit of pleasantry, but my neighbor pressed a convenient pen wiper to his misty eyes and resumed his narrative. "After Helen went abroad Warrack was morose and melancholy for a while; ,he began several pictures with which to occupy his mind gloomy conceptions to correspond with his state of feelings. He tirst began what he called 'Arthur and Guinevere' the parting scene, you know. He sketched and daubed at it for a week or so, but kicked it off the easel one day in a fit of impatience. When Helen's arst letters came to him (they are in the iext drawer below, embellished with cold, haughty foreign stamps), he replied promptly and at great length tender, loving messages. Oh, how true he was?" The starry smiiea bitterly. "But he soon became neglectful! and would toss Helen's notes into a corner of the desk and not even open them. Of course, under these circumstances, Helen did not write so often, and I soon began to notice a change in Warrack's manner. He became cheerful and planned some joyous pictures; one of them, a 'Spring' landscape, is on his easel now, and he has ordered the canvas primed for a contem plated work to be called 'The Lifting of the Clouds.'" "And what is the cause of this stidden change?" I asked. "He is interested in another direction," was the reply. "And what of Helen?" I inquired. "She is still true," answered my friend in a tone of conviction. This ended our conversation for the timebeing. My fellow-lodger drew back into a dark corner and remained silent for sevleral days. the menntime Mr. Warrack seemed happy; he spent much time in singing and whistling snatches of tunes, chiefly from light operas. He painted a little when in the right mood, and I observed through the keyhole of the drawer thnt the "Lifting of the Clouds" wras progress ing finely. It was, with pain that I thought there mightbe some connection between the title of the picture and the growing coldness in the manner of the young people toward one another, judg ing from the dwindling of their corre spondence. A few days after my conversation with the elderly stamp Mr. Warrick opened our draw .and threw in an unopened let--ter which he had just received. As soon as he went out my friend examined it eagerly. The envelope bore the card of a Venetian hotel and a canceled postage stamp whose language we did not know. "From Helen?" I said, interrogatively. "Yes," was the mournful reply. Time wore on. It is a fashion time has, even in the life of lowly postage stamps. Spring came tripping down her bright, flower-mailed path, and the dark ness of our habitation we felt the stir rinsr of reawakened life. Mr. Warrack did not. enter his studio for days at a time. When I spoke of these long abT sences to my chum he only answered in the language of "Tennyson : In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove; In the spring, a youna: man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love, . "Turns to ' thoughts ot his new love while he forgets the old," I sugjsted "Poor Helen!" he said. "Oh,wcman, you alone are long-suffering and true." Spring, summer, and fall. One bright autumn day, as my friend and I were conversing, in our qusxters, Mr. Warrack, who was sitting in the al cove reading a newspaper, cut from its society columns two items . which had i throughJthe instrumentality of Fate and the typographical "make-up," been printed in this order: "Cards have been - issued for,the wed ding of Mr. Archibald -Warrack, the ris ing young artist, - and Miss ' Florence Springer, daughter of -Jay Winter Springer, the poet. "Oh, the perfidy of man," said my poor stamp friend when I had finished reading. The other item rend: "A cablegram from Venice announces the mariiage at that place of 11. ss Helen Rariden, who has been ' sojourning abroad for s-no tim pav to ;r Arthur Lombard, f London " - "The deuce 1" gasped my friend through the dust which covered him. "Not the deuce, but the ' way of the world." said L 'Chicago Tribune. Baldness and Its Causes. Baldness, manifestly, does not indicate' sluggishness of brain, nor, on the other hand, does the loss of hair necessarily follow intense mental activity, or nerv ous irritability and sensitiveness. Other wise Carlyle could not ; have retained so full a quantity of hair down to advanced old age. On the whole, hair of the lighter shades does not seem to drop off so readily and extensively, or to lose its celor so soon, as darker hair. In both cases the cause may, perhaps, be that light hair is commonly thicker than dark hair. In lih'-h.ured people the hair may become th.'nner, or partially gray, without the defect being equally con rpicuous. A flaxen-haired belle has, it bas been said, from 140,000 to 150,000 hairs, while the dark-haired brunette has only 100,000 to 110,000. But the hair, of ladies is usually more abundant than j that of -the other sex, and grows to a ! greater length, extending in some cases j to five or six feet. With this greater copiousness of hair is probably to be as sociated the ; fact that women become baVi less frequently than men. Like grayness, baldness may occur at a very early age, and without necessarily giving evidence of diminished strength or im p lircd vitality. But about 50, or a little earlier, balducss and grayness become common. Why, in individual cases, there should be exemption more or less complete it may be difficult or impossible to discover. The hair has been spoken of as a sort of excretion, or as having a life independent of the general vitality of the body. But, at best, this can only be partly true. Cases have, indeed, been alleged of the hair continuing to grow for a long time after death. But these alleged instances of the growth of hair after death have been regarded as, at best, but questionable. There is, in all probability, a connection between the life of the hair and the general life of the body too close, at any rate, to allow of such independent growth. Each hair in its minute cavity or pit in the skin is like a bulb a hyacinth, say in a glass, such as one commonly sees in windows in the winter and spring. There is, how ever, this difference, that the bulb of the hair derives its nourishment directly from the skin, and without needing such roots as those which the hyacinth . bulb sends down into tne water. When bald ness comes on through advancing age, the pits or cavities just mentioned become shriveled and decay, and then the power of producing or nourishing hair is lost, so as to defy "hair restorers" and "electrical stimulating pomades." That balddcss should be most common at the top of the head has been accounted for on the the ground of the skin being especially tight in that position. And it is not dif ficult to understand that, under such cir cumstances, the tension might have a specially unfavorable influence on the nourishment of the hair. Such causes for the falling off of hair as tobacco smoking, the excessive use of alcoholic liquors, and the wearing of tight cover ings for the head must be looked upon as more or less hypothetical. London Standard. Digestibility of Different Foods. i M. Leube in a German scientific jour nal says that the practical experiment oi examining the stomach with a sound af ter different kinds .of food have been ie gested, has established the following scale of digestibility for different foods s The most digestible are beef broth,, meat 'gravy, milk, (raw or lightly cooked) eggs, biscuit free from sugar, or English cakes. The less digestible, or second degree, comprises calves brains (boiled), sweetbreads (stewed), stewed pigeons (if they are young and the skin is not eaten), stewed calvef feet, tapioca. The third degree com prises beef raw or very slightly cooked, raw grated ham, mashed potatoes, white bread, not too new, milk coffee with bread. The fourth degree con tains roast fowl, roast pigeons, roast venison, roast partridge, roast beef (mo3t indigestible when cold). Roast veal, pike, trout and hare are very indigesti ble. Macaroni, rice, broth, soinach. and wine retard digestive process; sauces ought to be forbidden. Good Food and Buttons. Good food is almost as important a factor of human happiness as orthodox religion. Second we reckoujjimttons, and here we must be emphatic. The Frenchman who committed suicide be cause he was tired "of this everlasting buttoning and unbuttoning" might have lived to commit a worse crime if in his daily and wearisome task he had found a button wanting. The man who has well-cooked food tnd well-fastened buttons has a great deal to be thankful for. New York Herald, ' : - Even pressed-glass tumblers should never be set one inside the other. Wha goes in will not always come out, despite the proverb to the contrary. Or, to speak more accurately, if it does come out it may be in unpleasantly small fragments. LADIES' COLUMN. The Newest Limp. The fashionable woman this season goes with a , limp. Her gate is a cross between that of the gay and festive dromedary and a horse with the string halt. This picturesque evidence of blue blood and eightcen-carat breeding is aw fully English, you know, and a direct lineal Lawrenca-Tcwuley descendant of royalty itself. In the sweet erstwhile some time ago, the Princess of Wales sprained her ankle, and before the lini ment was fairly dry all fashionable women in New York and Boston when on the move looked as though somebody liad struck them with a club. It doesn't matter, however, which leg is in fashion as long as something goes- with a Kmp. Detroit Journal. Iiove and Buttons. The maidens who are members of the New Century Guild are in the full en joyment of a liitle romance, which has sprung from the advertisement which the guild recently inserted in the papers to inform the grcaf ;rmy of "bachelors and other unfortunates" that buttons would be Btrongly sewed on, and the various garments of the masculine portion of the community repaired and kept in good order for a very trifling fee. The charge for membership in the guild being so low and the attractions of the homelike es tablishment so numerous, a great many women and girls have taken advantage of the opportunity to enjoy the pleasure and instruction to be found there, and among the number is Miss Matilda J. Ridley, of Salem, N. J. About two weeks ago, as she was leaving to go home, shortly after 9 o'clock, she met on the step a yonng man carrying a small parcel. He was good looking and well dressed, and touching his hat, asked with a blush if it was the place where he could have some buttons eewed on his vest. Miss Ridley replied that he had come to the right address, and that she would be delighted to serve him, vest buttons be ing her particular branch of the business. So they went into the reception room, and Miss Ridley quickly procured a work basket, and, seated before the cheery open fireplace, they chatted as she dextrously sewed on seven buttons and repaired a little break in the binding Once the matron looked in, but judging them to be old friends did not intrude. When the vest was quite itself again and had been once more tied up in its brown paper wrapper, the young man arose to go, and enquire:! the cost of the repairs. "Twenty-five cents, if you please," was Miss Ridley's smiling reply. Theee ten-cent pieces were produced? but the young lady had no change. "Wait a moment and I will get it foT you," she said, starting toward the door. "Oh, please don't bother; let me have this for change," remarked the young man, picking up the spool of cotton which had been used in sewing on the buttons. Miss Ridley laughingly agreed, and he went away. The verv next evening the same young man returned with another vest, on which there was not the vestige of a but ton, and enquired for the young lady who had so skillfully served him on the previous night. After a moment's in quiry in the library, where a group ol girls were reading, the matron reappeared with Miss Ridley, and th- young man modestly requested her to again under take the rcbuttoning of his vest. She did so, and used the same spol of cotton whic h had done duty before, the young man producing it from the left breast pocket of his coat. When he went away he said he had still another vest to be furnished with new buttons, would she do it for him the next evening? "Certainly, with pleasure." From that time on it was as good a settled, for the young man fell deepei and deeper in love. Miss Ridley recipro cated his affection, and three days ago he told her of his position and prospects, proposed and was accepted. Philadel phia Record. Fashion Notes. Bonnets are small and hats high. Red everywhere and in everything. Cats' eyes figure largely in new fringes. All the new cotton dress goods art thin. Black crape is used to cover crimsot satin. Plush continues the favorite fabric foi mantles. Homespun comes in great variety and is popular. Now is the time to buy and make Uf wash goods. Gold and silver tinsel is seen in all tht new ruchings. Skirts are either plain or laid in per pendicular pleats. nats in two shades of brown are be comingly trimmed with gold beads ir. beads in pale and deep tones. Smoked - pearl ornaments are seen, mixed with dull lead and steel beads, making a novel arrangement. Brown is the most used of any color, and "studies in brown" are occupying the attention of even the tailors. Caps for elderly ladies covering the top of the head, anc without strings oi labs, are made of full ruchings of illusion lace. . . ; " ' ' . Black bonnets are most favored foi evening wear, and? jet is the faporite gar niture, .lighted up by a bit of color, red, yellow or blue. Mad Dogs. A mad dog on the rampage, frothing at the mouth and covered with foam, is a creature of the imagination. Mad dogs are not afraid of water; un der the influence of the disease they will plunge their mouths into water to cool the burning fauces. The term hydro phobia is therefore a misnomer applied to this disease in the dog, although correct- , ly describing a symptom in the disease communicated to man by the bite of a mad dog. The bite of a healthy dog, j j even should he become rabid the week after, cannot possibly produce hydro phobia in the person bitten. Nothing but the virus of rabies can communicate the disease to man. Seizure with a fit of an epileptic character, convulsion of the body, . kicking with the whole or some of the limbs,?ehamping of the jaws and frothing at the mouth are not only symp toms of rabies, but may in nine hundred and ninety-nine out of a thousand cases, if not in every case, be considered as proof that the dog is not mad. I have neither seen, heard of, nor read of a mad dog suffering from such a fit except in the very lat stages of the disease. The true and unerring symptoms are; change in the natural disposition and temper; excitement on seeing anything bright and glistening, such as patent leather, polished metal, etc. ; a disposi tion to retire behind dark objects; a peculiar gleam in and unsteadiness of the eye; disposition to gnaw inedible things, such as straw, stanes, carpet, wood, his own chain, etc. ; snapjnng at imaginary objects; unusual excitement on hearing strange or su Iden noises; indiscriminate att icks on every other dog (in a usually quiet, welt behaved dog this conduct should, alone excite strong suspicion); chnnge in the tone of voice, the bark be coming harsh, husky and hollow in sound. Even one of these symptoms should put the owner on his guard and .on the qui vive for others, and a combination of several or all of them may be considered certain evidence of. his madness. The first duty then, is to isolate the dog, and keep him confined, waiting the development of, other symptoms and examination by a veterinary sur geon ; and if the services of the latter are not obtainable, keep the patient supplied with food and water, and watch the progress of the disease. If- he howls dismally, persists in gnawing inedible bodies, is seized with paroxysms of rage, or becomes' paralyzed to any extent, al though death would certainly ensue with in twelve days dr so, probably less, from the time the seizure was first obserAed, it will be most merciful to the animal to end his sufferings by killing him. There is no known cure for this terrible malady, and it is fortunate that it is com paratively rare. Under these circum stances it is pleasant to record that a gleam of sunshine on this dismal subject comes to us from France, where M. Pasteur has been prosecuting researches iuto the nature of this disease, which has baffled the learned of every country for more than two thousand years liar pcr's Magazine. A Confederato "Ram." In the game of war the opposing armi?i strive to outwit each other. Each strives to gain, by hook or by crook, information of its adversary's move ru nts, and neithei hesitates to mislead its fo "All is fail in war" is the motto, as Admiral Portei found out, when he tried to gain informa tion about a ram which the Coufedcratet were said to be building somewhere uf the Red river. Meeting a man near Fort de Russy, which the admiral's gun-boats had demolished, he said to him: "WclLstranger, I hear you have a Con federate ram up here somewhere. Where abouts is she?" "Lemma think," said the native, scratching his head. "Yes, thar is a ram 'bout eitrht miles above h.var." ."Is it a powerful one?" asked the ad miral. "Well, I reckon you'd tliink' so ef you seen it. Its the all. fired est strong thing lever seen, an' I rcekon :it buttin" it 'ud knock them ar bows of yourn into smith ereens." "How large is it?" "Wall, it's 'bout the biggest thing I ever seen." "Tell me all about it," said the int ;r ested admiral. "Wall, gineml.'" answ. red the man, "that's easier said il ir, ioie It'san all fired buster, an' kin '11 ci cation v. buttin'. That's all v about it. i seen it on Mr. Whitler's piace, as I told you, eight miles above hyar; an' one day, w'en I was up thar, thar war a buil weighing twenty-eight hunder; an' as soon as the bull seen the ram, he 'gan tc paw the airth an' throwed up his tail, an' the ram put down his head, an' the bull bellered, an' they went slap-dash at each other, an' ef that ram didn't knock day lights out o' that bull, an' knock his tail out by the roots, an' his horns off, an' lay him out as flat as a pancake, I'm a liar !' "But," said the admiral, "lam asking you about a Confederate ram a vessel covered with iron." "Wall, gineral,". replied. the man, "1 don't know nothin' 'bout any Confederate ram ; but I'm sure the one I seen could knock the bow off them ar turtles ov yourn afore you could wink, an' I reckon he must be a Confed'rit ram, seein' he war born in these parts." The simple native, as tho admiral sub sequently learned, was a Confederate cf ficer in disguise, who thought he would play a little joke upon the inquisitive Yankee. Youth's Companion. j Buckles of brass of . the modern form are found buried in the prehistoric mounds of England. . FUN. The Knights of Labor are aiming to bring about days of prosperity. Bo$ton Courier. A yearning for sausage will now and then ' pop up in even the most poetic breast. Chicago Ledger. It is seldom that a man is sufficiently color-blind to be able not to tell a green back when he sees it. Pud: A woman hates to pass a pretty bon net in a store window, but she is always willing to go buy it. Pa(ric Jttter. There is an art in putting on gloves, says a fashion paper. Come to think of it, you have t) get your hand in, as it were, in putting on a glove properly. Posfon Courier. She "What a man you are, George; always making fun of the ladies" taper waists." lie "And whnt should I do with a taper, but to make light of it?" Boston Transcript. Ages will come and go; but woman will not be perfectly happy until she can Jiavc eyes attache 1 to her shoulders, so that she may Look up and criticise her own bac;k hair. - -Judge. An old-fashioned corner clock stood o long in one place that its wooden feet de cayed, and it fell' across the dining hall while a Little Rock family were at din ner, severely injuring two grown persons and a child. What time was it? Tho clock struck three. Hot Spring Xeir. An exchange says a woman may not be able to sharpen a pencil or throw a stone straight, "Ixit she can pack more articles in a trunk than a man can put in a one-horse wagon." No wonder. Tho ladies' trunk built for summer travel holds more articles than a four-horse wagon . Norristotcn Herald. "I hope, my dear," said Mrs. Wise who, very properly, dislikes owing money, "that you paid Mr. Friend the dollar he lent you last week." "Of course I did," replied her husband. "1 always pay my debts promptly. I bor rowed of him yesterday and gave hiue back $1." Harper Bazar. A Horse Whips a Lion. I think it was while on board this vessel that I heard the following very in teresting story from Captain (now Gen eral) Wallington, who was himself an eye-witness of what took place. Before the declaration of peace, this gentleman hud been ordere l to proceed with a body of artillery on a further voyage up the Tigris. Owing to the tremendous force of the current and the difficulty of always feeling sure as to the channel suited to an ocean steamer, it was only possible to proceed during the hours of daylighfr. As the shades of night approached, the vessel would be moored in deep water till the morning. Once, while thus at rs.t during a very dark night, one of the artillery horses, through some accident, fell overboard, and was instantly swept out of sight i;t a speed that rendered all help to the poor animal quite out of the question. The first thing in the morning, however, everyone was on the lookout to. see if he could perchance observe the form of the missing steed, for the coun try around was flat and open, and there was no reason to suppose that the animal, if he should be fortunate enough to effect a landing, would wander to any great distance from the bank, where there was certainly plenty of water and more fod der, than elsewhere. "Sec!" exclaimed some one, "there he is." Yes, he was all right, aud grazing contentedly on a poor patch of cultivation which was mixed up in a straggling sort of way with low Bcrub jungle. "Why," said another per son, there is a pig following him about." On this, telescopes and binoculars were brought to bear upon the distant scene, which was nothing more nor less than the horse wing stalked by a I i n In vain did the be&st of prey use all his cunning to advance, under cover of the bushes, to springing distance. The horse always seemed to know the whereabouts of his enemy, whom he invariably foiled by trotting just at the right moment into the centre of another scanty grain field and there grazing with such feelings i:s only another horse coul 1 describe, for few human beings woul 1 think of eating under these circumsta ices. At la.-t the lion judged the time had come, and, with a bound swift as lightning, was seen fly ing through the air with a force and pre cision that seemed to mean instant death to its intended victim. But an artillery charger, trained to the aits of war and armed with iron hoofs ;s not, so easily to be made mincemeat of. All were delight ed to witues-i the fine defeuse made by this courageous courser. Lashing ou vigorously, he received the lion with such "right and left" that the blows could be heard like the sound of a flail by the people on board the steamer. Not only did the monarch of the forest fal1 crumpled and worsted t) the earth, but, unable to renew the combat, he slunk back and vanished into the jungle whemc lie had come. "Our Irulltn Stations." 1 It Was So Far Away. "I wish 1 were yon star," he said dreamily. "So do I," she returned .promptly, heroically swallowing a yawn. "And why, dear one," he asked im pulsively, "why do you wish I were yoz brilliant orb?" "Because," she replied in cold, mat tcr-of-fact Bostonese tones, "because yoi brilliant - orb is just 11,760,971 mile! away." ' And he faded silently out like a mis before a summer sun. New Hat en. New "The EterlasUoz Aran. IHlgrim on tho road to glory, iVeasiDg toward tho Heavenly prism if id the ilia that now disturb tit, 'Jf id the dangers that arise; SThe.ii the way is dark and dreary, Ku g t, filled with vain alarms, tVlien perplexed, exhausted, weary, Trust "the Everlasting Arms.' And ivbn all below Is closing, . When thou drend'st the-briny flood When thou feel'st the waters ruing Tbou shalt find the promise good. Timid Christian! ventureon It; Bid farewell to all alarms; Tis enousrh that underneath thee Are "the Everlasting Arms." RELIGIOUS READING. 'ilnanriUrlom Way. 4fNof" said tin lawyer, "I shan't press your claim against that man; you can ' get some one else to take the case, or . you can withdraw it, just as you please." "Think there's any money m itr "There would probably be some mon ey in it, but it would come from The sale : of the little house the man occupies and calls "hon;" but I don't want to meddle with the matter, anyhow." "Got frightened out of it, ehl" "No, I wasn't frightened out of it?" "I suppose likely the old fellow begged hard to be let off?" -Well yes, he did." "And you cawl, likely?" "No, I didn't speak a word. "Oh, he did all the talking, eh? "Yes." "What in creation did you dot' "I believe I shed a few tears." V "And the old fellow begged you hard, . you say ?" "No, I didn't say so; ho didn't speak a word to me." "Well, may I respectfully inquire whom he did address in your hearing?" "God Almighty." "Ah! he took to praying, did he?" . "Not for my benefit, in tho least. You see, 1 found the little house easily enough and knocked at the outer door, which, "stood ajar, but nobody heard me; so I stepped into the little hall and saw through the crack of a door a cosy sitting-room, and there on a 'bed, with her silver head high on pillows, was an bid lady who looked for all tho world just as my mother did the last lime I ever saw her on earth. Well, I was on the point of knocking, when she said, 'Come, father, now begin; I'm all ready;' ana down on his knees by her side went an old, white haired man, still older than his wife, I should judge; and I couldn't have knocked then for the life of me. Well, he began; liit, he reminded God that they were still His submissive chil dren, mother and he, and no matter what lie saw fit to brimr upon them, they shouldn't rebel at His will ; of course, 'twas going to be very hard for them to go out homeless in their old age, espec---ially with poor mother so siok and help less, and oli! how different it might have ' been if only one of their boys had been spared them ; then his voice kind of broke, Find a thin, white hand stole from under the coverlet and moved softly over his snowy hair; then ho ent on to repeat that nothing could be so sharp again as the parting with those three sons unless mother and he should be separated. But it last ho fell to comforting himself with the fact that the dear Lord knew that it 4 was through no fault of his own that , mother and he were threatened with the ' loss of their dear littlo home, which meant beggary and the alms-house, a place they prayed to lie delivered from entering, if it could bo consistent with God's will; and then he quoted a multi tude of promises eoncerning flic safety of those who put. their trust in the Lord; in fact, it was the most- thrilling plea to which T ever list'-ned; and at last he prayed for God's blessing on those who were about to demand justice.'' The. lawyer then continued, r.iore slowly than ; ever, "And t believe I'd rather go . to the poor-house myself,, to-night, than to stain my heart and hands with the blood of such a pros--cut ion as that." "Little afraid to defeat the old man's " prayer, eh?" "Diess" your soul, man, you couldn't defeat it!" said the lawyer. "I tell you he left it all subject to the will of God; but he claimed that we were told to make known our desires to God. But of all th" pleading I ever heard, that beat all. You see, I was taught that kind of thing myself in my childhood, and why I was sent to hear that prayer I'm Mire I don't know; but 1 hand the case over." "I wish," said the client, twisting un easily, "you hadn't told ine 'about the old fellow's prayer. 'V "Why so?" "Well, because I want the money tho place would bring, but I wan taught the Bible jill '-traitrht e nough when I was a voi.i:igter, and I'll hate to run counter to that vou tell about. I wish you hadn't heard a'word of it; and another time I wouldn't fKten to petitions not intended O for my ears." The lawyer smiled. "My dear fellow," he said, "your're wrong again; it was intended for my ears, and yours too, and . God Almighty intended it. My old mother used to sing abut God's moving in a mvsterious way, I remember.'' . "Well, my mother ifsed to sing it, too," said the claimant', as he twisted his - elaiin'papers in his fingers. "You can ;l iii the morning, if you like, and tell ' mother and him,' the claim has been met. . "'In a mysterious way,' " added the lawyer, smiling. Christian Union. As is the fresh breeze to a ship be. calmed at sen, filling her sails, and driv- ' in" her onward in spite of herself, SO is - . the Spirit of God and of Christ to' the torpid, languid human soul, which will not be' roused except by a iower greater and higher than itself. As is the fresh air to a close infected room, so is the keen, invigorating breeze froni the throne' . of God, which pours into the narrow chamber of the heart, stuffed with the ' prejudices and passions and fancies of our own little circle, of our own little thoughts, whose doors have never been opened to new ideas or bright feelings, whose windows have fceen closed against all wider and higher views. Dean Stan- , ley. ' - ''..'. The largest clock ever known is that in the cathedral at Strasburg. Itris one hundred feet long, thirty feet wide and fourteen feet deep, and has been in use for three hundred yeara. Baron Leon de Lenvai, of Nice," has offered a prize for the best easily carried instrument fer the use of" the deaf. It must be constructed on the principles ol the microphone, and must be sent in be fore the end of 1887. - The raihoads in the United States give arork to 630,000 people. V
The Anson Times (Wadesboro, N.C.)
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