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Brown table. I fresher and I If you want In rtek the of -the .Piedmont section .put yoiir ads in THE- GRIT. THE 'i - -.-rl SILER CITY GRIT 1' ISAAC S. LONDON, Proprietor Largest circulation of any paper in the county. Excellent Adver tising Medium. Vol. IX. A NON-PARTISAN FAMILY NEWSPAPER Siler City, N. C Wednesday, January 1, 1913. $1.00 A YEAR I : , Sfe :,j " MM i 1 " 1 ' ,- " 1 . JKCUSEM! No. 20. HUGHES OVBUKED FROM IRE uuntDY OF TflE SAME flAME. T T T THE PLAY AS PRODUCED iiENRY W SAVAGE-., SYNOPSIS. .S.ut- Harry Mallory Is ordered to the Philpplnes. He and Marjorte New ton decide to elope, but wreck of taxi cab prevents their seeing; minister on the way to the train. Transcontinental train is taking: on passengers. Porter has a lively time With an Englishman and Ira Lathrop. a ' Yankee business man. The elopers have an exciting time g-etting; to the train. "Little Jim me Wellington, bound for Reno to get a divorce, boards train in maudlin con dition. Later Mrs. Jimmle appears. She is also bound for Reno wKh same ob ject Likewise Mrs. Sammy Whitcomb. Latter blames Mrs. Jimmle for her mar ital troubles. Classmates of Mallory decorate bridal berth. Rev. and Mrs. Temple start on a vacation. They de cide to cut loose and Temple removes evidence of his calling. Marjorie de cides to let Mallory proceed alone, but train starts while they are lost In fare well. Passengers Join Malory's class mates in giving couple wedding hazing. Marjorie is distracted. Ira Lathrop. woman-hating bachelor, discovers an old sweetheart. Annie Gattle, a fellow passenger. Mallory vainly hunts for a preacher among' the passengers. Mrs. Wellington hears Little Jtmmle's voice. Later she meets Mrs. Whitcomb. Mal lory reports to Marjorie his failure to find a preacher. They decide to pretend a quarrel and Mallory finds a vacant berth. Mrs. Jimmle discovers Welling ton on the train. Mallory again makes an unsuccessful .hunt for a preacher. Dr. Temple poses as a physician. Mrs. Temple is Induced by Mrs. Wellington to smoke a cigar. Sight of'preacher on a station platform raises Mallory' hopes, but he takes another train. Miss ing hand baggage compels the couple to borrow from passengers. Jimmle gets a cinder in his eye and Mrs. Jim mle gives first aid. Coolness is then resumed. Still no clergyman. More borrowing. Dr. Temple puzsled by be havior of different couples. Marjorle'a Jealousy aroused by Mallory's baseball Jargon. Marjorie suggests wrecking the train in hopes that accident will produce a preacher. Also tries to induce conductor to hold the train so she can shop. Marjorte's dog is missing. She pulls the cord, stopping the train. Con ductor restores dog and lovers quarrel Lathrop -wires for a preacher to marry him and Miss Gattle. Mallory tells La throp of his predicament and arranges to borrow the preacher. Kitty Lewel lyn. former sweetheart of Mallory's, appears and arouses Marjorle'a jeal ousy. Preacher boards train. After marrying Lathrop and Miss Gattle the preacher escapes Mallory "by leaping from moving train. Mallory's dejection moves Marjorie to reconciliation. The last day on the train brings Mallory the fear of missing his transport. Mal lory gets a Nevada marriage license. Marjorie refuses to be married by a divorce drummer. Mr. and Mrs. Jim mle make up. Kitty Lewelfyn refuses to return Mallory's braclet. Robbers noia up the train. The paa relieved of their valuables. passengers are CHAPTER XXXVIII. Continued. Mr. Baumann was making an ef fort to take bis leave,' with great po liteness. "Excoose, pleass. I vant to get by, pleass!" "Get by!" the pther robber gasped. "Why, you" "But I'm not a passenger," Mr. Baumann urged, with a confidential smile, "I've been going through the train myself." "Much obliged! Hand over!" And a rude hand rummaged . his pockets. It was a heart-rending sight. "Oi oi!" he wailed, "don't yon allow no courtesies to the profession?" And when the inexorable thief continued to pluck bis money, his watch, bis scarf-pin, he grew wroth indeed. "Stop, stop, I refuse to pay. I'll go Into bank! ruptcy foist." But still the larceny continued; fingers even lifted three cigars from his pockets, two for him self and a good one for a customer. This loss was grievous, but his wild est protest was:. "Oh, here, my frlent, you don't vant my business carts." "Keep 'em!" growled the thief, and then, glancing up, he saw on the ten der inwards of Mr. Baumann's up held palms two huge glisteners, which their owner had turned that way in a misguided effort to conceal the stones. The robber reached up for them. 'Take 'em. You're velcome!" said Mr. Baumann, with rare presence of mind. "Those Nevada nearlles looks almost like real." "Keep 'em," said the robber, as he passed on, and Mr. Baumann almost swooned with joy. for, as he whis pered to Wedge wood a moment later: "They're really rfcl!" Now the eye-chain rolled the other way, for Little Jimmie Wellington was puffling with rage. The other robber having massaged him thoroughly, but without success, for his pocketbook, noticed that Jimmle's left heel was protruding from his left shoe and made Jimmle perform the almost In credible feat of standing on one foot, while he unshod him and took out the hidden wealth. "There goes our honeymoon, Lu cretla," he moaned. But she whis pered proudly: "Never mind, I have my rings to pawn." Oh, you have, have youT Well, I'll be your little uncle," the kneeling rob ber laughed, as he overheard, and he continued his outrageous search till he found them, knotted in a handker chief, under her hat. She protested: "You wouldn't leave me in Reno1 without a diamond, would you ?" "I wouldn't, eh?" he grunted. "Do you think I'm in this business for my health?" And he snatched off two earrings she had forgotten to remove. Fortu nately, they were affixed to her lobea with fasteners. Mrs. Jimmie was thoroughbred enough not to wince. She simply com mented: "You brutes are almost as bad as the customs officers at New York." And now another touch of light re lieved the gloom. Kathleen was next In line, and she had been forcing her lips into their most attractive smile, and keeping her eyes wlnsomely mel low, for the robber's benefit. Marjorte could not see the smile; she could only see that Kathleen was next She whispered to Mallory: "They'll get the bracelet! They'U Set the bracelet!" And Mallory could have danced with glee. But Kathleen leaned coquet iishly .oward the masked stranger, and threw aU her art Into her tone as she murmured: - "I'm aura you're too bravo to take my things. I've always admired men with the courage of Claude Duval." The robber waa taken a trifle aback. but he growled: "I don't know the par ty you speak of but cough up!" "Listen to her," Marjorte whispered In horror; "she's flirting with the tram-robber." What won't" some women flirt with!" Mallory exclaimed. the robber studied Kathleen a lit tle more attentively, as he whipped off her necklace and her rings. She looked good to him, and so willing, that he muttered: "Say, lady, if you'll give me a kiss, I'll give you that dia mond ring you got on." "All right!" laughed Kathleen, with triumphant compliance. "My God!" Mallory groaned, "what won't some women do for a diamond! The robber bent close, and was Just raising his mask to collect his ran som, when his confederate glanced his way, and knowing his' susceptible na ture, foresaw his Intention, and shout ed: "Stop it, Jake. You 'tend strictly to business, or TU blow your nose off." Oh, ail right," grumbled the reluc tant gallant, as he drew the ring from her finger. "Sorry, miss, but I can't make the trade," and he added with an unwonted gentleness: "You can turn round now." Kathleen was glad to hide the blush es of defeat, but Marjorie was still more bitterly disappointed. She whis pered to Mallory: "He didn't get the bracelet, after all." CHAPTER XXXIX. Wolves In the Fold. Mallory's heart sank to its usual depth, but Marjorie had another of her Inspirations. She startled every body by suddenly beckoning and call ing: "Excuse me, Mr. Robber. Come here, please." The curious gallant edged her way. keeping a sharp watch along the line "What d'you want?' Marjorie leaned nearer, and spoke in a low tone with an amiable smile mat iaay who wanted to kiss you has a bracelet up her sleeve." The robber stared across his 'mask and wondered, but laughed, and grunted: "Much obliged." Then be went back, and tapped Kathleen on the shoulder. When she turned round in the hope that he had reconsidered his refusal to make the trade, he In furiated her by growling: "Excuse me, miss, I overlooked a bet." He ran his hand along her arm, and found her bracelet, and accomplished wnat Manory nad tailed in. Its re moval. "Don't, don't," cried Kathleen. "It's wished on." "I wish it off," the villain laughed, and it joined the growing heap in the feed-bag. Kathleen, doubly enraged, broke put viciously: "You're a common, sneaking" - "Ah, turn round!" the man roared, and she obeyed in silence. Then he explored Mrs. Whitcomb, but with such small reward that he said: "Say. you'd oughter have a pocketbook somewhere. Where's it at?" Mrs. Whitcomb blushed furiously: "None of your business, you low brute." "Perdooce, madame," the scoundrel snorted, "perdooce the purse, or I'll hunt for it myself." Mrs. Whitcomb turned away, and after some management of her skirts, slapped her handbag into the eager palm with a wrathful: "You're no gen tleman, sir!" "If I was, I'd be in Wall street," he laughed. "Now you can turn round." And when she turned, he saw a bit of chain depending from her back hair. He tugged, and brought away the locket, and then proceeded to sound Ashton for hidden wealth. And now Mrs. Temple began to sob, as she parted with an old-fashioned brooch and two old-fashioned rings that had been her little vanities for the quarter of a century and more The old clergyman could have wept with her at the vandalism. He turned on the wretch, with a heartsick ap peal: "Can't yon spare those? Didn't you ever have a mother?" The robber started, his fierce eyes softened, his voice choked, and he gulped hard as he drew the back of his hand across bis eyes. Aw, hell, he whimpered, "that ain't fair. If you're goln' to remind me of me poor old mo-mo-mother But the one called Jake the Claude Duval who had been prevented from a display of human sentiment, did not Intend to be cheated. He thundered: "Stop it, Bill. You 'tend strictly to business, or I'll blow your mush-bowl off. You know your Maw died before you was born." This reminder sobered the weeping thief at once, and he went back to work ruthlessly. "Oh. all right, Jake. Sorry, ma'am but business is busi ness." And be dumped Mrs. Temple's trinkets Into the satchel. It was too much for the little old lady's little old husband. He fairly shrieked: "Young man, you're a damned scoundrel, and the best argument 1 ever saw for hell-fire!" Mrs. Temple's grief changed to' hor ror at such a bolt from the blue: "Walter!" she gasped, "such lan guage!" But her husband answered in self defense: "Even a minister baa a right to swear once In his lifetime." Mallory almost dropped in his tracks, and Marjorte keeled over on htm, as he gasped: "Good Lord, Dr. Temple, you are a a minister?" "Yes, my boy," the old man con fessed, glad that the robbers had re lieved him of his guilty secret along with the rest of his private properties. Mallory looked at the collapsing Mar jorte and groaned: "And he was in the next berth all this time!" The unmasking of the old fraud made a second sensation. Mrs. Fos dick called from far down the aisle: "Dr. Temple, you're not a detective?" Mrs. Temple shouted back furious ly: "How dare you?" But Mrs. Posdlck was crying to her luscious-eyed mate: "Oh, Arthur, he's not a detective. Embrace me!" And they embraced, while the rob bers looked on aghast at the sudden oblivion they had fallen Into. They focuseed the attention on themselves again, however, with a ferocious: "Here, hands up!" But they did not see Mr. and Mrs. Fosdick steal a kiss behind their upraised arms, far the robber to whose lot Mallory fell was gloating over his- well-filled wallet. Mallory saw it go with fortitude, but noting a piece of legal paper, he said: "Say, old man, you don't want that marriage license, do you?" The robber handled It as if It were hot as if he had burned his fingers on some such document once before, and he stuffed It back in Mallory's pocket. "I should say not. Keep It Turn round." Meanwhile the other felon turned up another beautiful pile of bills In Dr. Temple's pocket "Not so worse for a parson." he grinned. "You must be one of them Fifth avenue sky shaffures." And now Mrs. Temple's gentle eyes and voice filled with tears again: "Oh, don't take that That's the money for his vacation after thirty long years. Please don't take that" Her appeals seemed always to find the tender spot of this robber's heart for he hesitated, and called out: "Shall we overlook the parson's wad, podner?" "Take It and shut up, you molly coddle! " was the answer he got and the vacation funds joined the old gew. gaws. And now everybody had been robbed but Marjorie. She happened to be at the center of the line, and both men reached her at the same time: "I seen her first," the first one shouted. "You did not" the other roared. "I tell you I did." "I tell you I did." They glared threateningly at each other, and their revolvers seemed to meet like two game cocks, beak to beak. The porter voiced the general hope, when he sighed: "Oh. Lawd, If they'd only shoot each other." This brought the rivals to their evil senses, and they swept the line with those terrifying muzzles and that heart-stopping yelp: "Hands up!" Bill said: "Yon take the east side of her. and I'll take the west" "All right" And they began to snatch away her side-combs, the little gold chain at her throat, the jeweled pin that Mal lory had given her as the first token of his love. The young soldier had foreseen this. He bad foreseen the wild rage that would unseat his reason when he saw the dirty hands of thieves laid rudely on the sacred body of his beloved. But his soldier-schooling bad drilled him to govern his impulses, to play the coward when there was no hope of successful battle, and to strike only when the moment was ripe with per fect opportunity. He had kept telling himself that when the finger of one of these men touched so much as Marjorte's hem, he would be forced to fling himself on the profane miscreant And he kept telling himself that the moment he did this, the other man would calmly blow a hole through him, and drop him at Marjorte's feet while the other passengers shrank away in ter ror. He told himself that, while it might be a fine Impulse to leap to her de fense, it was a fool impulse to leap off a precipice and leave Marjorie alone among strangers, with a dead man and a scandal, as the only re wards for his impulse. He vowed that he would hold himself In check, and let the robbers take everything, leav ing him only the name of coward, provided they left him also the power to defend Marjorie better at another time. And now that he saw the clumsy handed thugs rifling his sweetheart's jewelry, he felt all that he had fore seen, and his head fought almost in vain against the white fire of his heart Between them he trembled like a leaf, and the sweat globed on his forehead. The worst of it was the shivering terror of Marjorie, and the pitiful eyes she turned on him. But be clenched his teeth and waited, thinking fierce ly, watching, like a hovering eagle, a chance to swoop. ., (TO BE CONTINUED.) Too Much. A local author, whose name we are loath to print, was called upon by a friend one day early this week. "I am going on a long journey by train," he Bald, "and I know you have a dandy library, and I want something to read en route. What have you to lend me?" "I hate to boast but I have an aw fully funny one. Here is my latest book. I won't make you give it back if, you'll advertise it.? .; . . "But how can I do'that ?",., "Read it on the train where people can see you, and laugh every few min utes;" - r ' - the book was accepted, but a few days later the author received this telegram: "Return book herewith. Don't want it on terms quoted." " .' ;. M THE ranks of nursing out efficient hospitals ir own eloquent tale of the la- stars out by the bed of pain. For the large masses of the girlhood and womanhood the arena of commer cial life has widened its doors, and evidence is seen on all hands of the efficiency of the hew female re cruits to the business ranks. Their presence 1n this great army of stren uous endeavor wilj, tend to purify and strengthen it and make it worthier than it has ever been before. The prizes are many, but those who do not gain them must not be disheart ened. The very striving after them stiffens the fiber. "The athlete ma tured for the Olympian game gains strength at least for life." While I have dwelt in this short review of woman's progress on the more expert phases of her career, it must be pointed out that ability Is not the be-all and the end-all of wom an's existence. It 1b the great lever that moves things, bnt another qual ity is required for the settling down. Greater than all her accomplish ments is her capacity for shedding around her wherever she goes the fragrance of a sweet and beautiful life, and smoothing out the raveled sleeve of care. It Is In the belief that she to fully capable of this mission that one looks forward In confidence to the immediate future a future in which the pulse of vibrant life will throb sympathetically and intellectual ly to the ultimate benefit of the whole of the community. Lenten Fare. Egerton L. Winthrop, at the end of one of the meetings of the board of education in New York, said, apropos of severity in the schoolroom oversevere teachers always me of an oversevere parson. a dinner party during Lent, one of the guests, a famous raconteur: My dear sir, as it is Lent and a Fri day to boot would yon mind if I asked you to confine your efforts ex clusively to fish stories?' " These remind He, at said to HAT fixed the tin for tie ending of one year and the beginning of an other? More light In the countries Where win ter is cold and dark and grim the severest weath; er comes after the 614 var roes. It was in less biting air, but in increasing light, that the proof was found of the "turn b' the-year." The dead year is often buried to the dirgft oj winter's most bitter winds. The frost ig .going deeper, when the season is normal. Nature's sleep is most profound. There is only one sign that the sun has turned and is eomine back. That evidence is a lit tle imoTja day lis, a StlsjiS darkness of night But mote light is enough. It makes the change a time of joy, of new hopes and more confident turning to the future. There is the promise of spring in the added light of the day and the promise of growing good and re treating evil In the coming of the new year. It means that mankind has another chance for better things. It gives hope of a new foothold and endeavor to a fresh start The world Is invited to turn its back on the mistakes and sins and troubles of the past and look to the ever-wonderful possibilities of the unknown time to come. There is the charm and Joy of New Year's. In that revival of drooping confidence, in that lure of the Infinite, lies the appeal of the day which is al ways greeted with enthusiasm, no mat ter how many generations have seen the hopes of the year's birth wither before its death. After many fail ures success may come. Who knows? That is the magic question "Who knows V The world gains rrdm year to year In a thousand little things, and sometimes a great evil long en dured goes crashing down. Who can say what the limit of triumph may be in the better times to come? For the world, like every young year, is getting more light It has more of the sunshine of truth, more of the life-giving rays of knowledge. If they seem cold and sterile, at times, it Is because humanity's year is still young. "We are ancients of the earth, and In the morning of the times." This increasing llht of knowledge, this brighter beacon to guide the steps of mankind, must flower and fruit in richer gains than humanity has yet won. It is an accumulating force, like the warmth which the sun gives the earth in spring The thinkers and dreamers of the world know that this is so. They are Inspired by the consciousness that with growing knowledge there must come increased power and higher wisdom to direct and control It for the help and uplifting of mankind. The faith sees the life and growth, the color and warmth of spring. In the lengthening days of winter. They perceive that the world of men and women, and of the children, too, though still far from the full tide of its Bummer, is already well lnt the long new year of the human family. They are as certain of the spring for all mankind as they are that January will pass and May will come. It Is a mistake to reflect too much upon the past It has Its lessons, but the learning of them should not so absorb our attention as to preclude us from Incorporating them into our daily life, transmuting the memory and experience into the gold of use ful practicability and ready work that yields results. Introspection was getting bo Insist ently a habit of the New Year that we are beginning to forjet it was bnt . a means to an end the re flective porch to the large and spa cious chamber of lofty resolve and ac complishment We fancy sometimes that a faint suggestion of maudlin sentiment crept into the self-analysis, converting what should have proved a stepping stone to higher planes of activity into a more pur gatory of self-abnegation ending in a cul-de-sac. We want to make our reflection an avenue that leads through paths of earnest thought to the high tablelands of glorious endeavor and achievement The soul Itself must be utilitarian and not waste Itself in unprofitable penance. What has the year accomplished for womanhood? There has unquestion ably been a remarkable renaissance of the' feminine. Woman has broaden ed her outlook, established her claim to wider recognition of her talents, im pressed public life with her power for good, and raised her physical and men tal scale of the sex. Thank God, among the general advancement there is one that is insplringly reactionary a re version to the old veneration for the sanctity of motherhood the holiest and divinest calling of all, a calling in volving great sacrifice, great Borrows, but bringing with it, on the other hand, untold compensating joys. in me meaical profession woman i With everv bnslness Item and rela- has done well, while In the humbler I tion be honest and fundamentally, by MERCY OF THE COURTS : Thoughts for New Year "Resolve and resolve and still go on the same?" Nay! Nay! not so; but rather resolve and with a steadfast purpose without equivocation or men tal reservation, harness the firm reso lution, the Will of your Intent (to the wagon of your purpose loaded with the dutiful obligations of your every day life. Obligations to home, to bus iness relations, to the proper demand of your church and social environ ment to civic and patriotic responsi bilities. Duties never clash; something is paramount something worth while. Do that! Be. true to thyself, to that con ception of that self which raises with in you a real sense of self-respect; that self which you. admire, to which you aspire; that manhood to which you would attain and toward which energies of mind and will bend, never loosing the call of the vision. Before all men honorable a high sense of honor is a well spring of conscious joy -and a reservoir of power to the possessor. The looking-glass of yourself often may discourage you, but it Is the con sciousness of what you ought to be, and the desire to attain, laying aside every weight or hindrance and run ning with patience the race you have set before you. Never stop, the cry of your soul, your real self, to the call of the unreached goal. The poets with their wide and deep discernment ofttlmes sing truly of the soul cry and Its evolution Into an abundant life. Lowell: Of all the' myriad words of mind That through the soul come thronging Which one was e'er so dear, so kind So beautiful as longing? The thing we long for that we are For one transcendent moment Before the present poor and bare Can make its sneering -comment Tennyson: O for a man to rise In me That the man that I am May cease to be. word of mouth, truthful. "Ah what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive." A lie seldom travels alone. It weaves a web, in the meshes thereof sooner or later we are humiliated. The truth alone is courageous, and courage Is a manly virtue. A lying tongue is the curse of a habit grafted on a cowardly nature. An individual is not honest with him self or honorable In. hto dealings with his fellow because hie is not willing to face the unvarnished fact or bear the brunt and burden which Justly is his; a responsibility only made irksome by his cowardly He whereby he would shift the burden and stand behind the veneer of an assumption or false po sition. Fear not, the man within you will work out if you will It so; undis couraged, undismayed, pressing on, you become conscious that, having done your part, it Is due to arrive. Be not discouraged, fellow wayfarer Yield to that man within you, whose insatiable longing is the inspiration that shall bring the nobler self to being; the self that now chafes at Jimitations; that opens the windows through which you see the visions of your undying hope, though distant yet existent, and yours to obtain if you will but hold your straight-way course. Laugh at Your Burden. Most of us are bending under the burden of some great load. It may be care, it may be disappointment, it may be injustice. It may be physical pain or spiritual discouragement, but it Is heavy. Often it seems heavier than we can bear and we cry out and pro test. These burdens are very real, but really they are not half as big and heavy as we make them, declares a writer in the TJniversalist Leader. We have had them upon our shoulders, entirely out of our sight, so long that they have been magnified by imagina tion or weariness or impatience, until they seem unbearable. Now, then, whatever your burden may be, how ever long you have been carrying it, and however proud you may have be come of your self-imposed martydom Just take your surden down and look at it honestly, and you will be sur prised how it has dwindled away while you have been magnifying it in your mind. Look at it frankly and fearless ly and In nine cases out of ten will your tears be turned to laughter and your sighing into song. Feared Nebraska May Succeed Texas as Hoodoo F'roQ WASHINGTON, "Naval officers are guessing whether the United State battleship Nebraska, which ran upon an uncharted shoal a short time ago. Is going to take the place of the Ill-fated Texas, later named San Mar cos, which was the hoodoo ship "of the navy," remarked Captain L. L. Darbey, a retired naval officer, the other day. "Ill luck pursued the Texas almost from the .beginning, and it eemed that it was never out of trou ble during all the time it was in com mission, except at the battle of San tiago, where it did great work. "Before the Spanish-American war the Texas while being overhauled at the Brooklyn navy yard was sunk, be cause the yokes of its .sea cocks were broken in the course of repairs, and the water poured in qjust as if the boat had been scuttled. The Texas sank, as everybody knows, and was raised as soon as possible. It was on that occasion that Captain Jack Phil lips, one of the bravest and best naval officers, by the 'way, that ever trod a bridge, hnd some fun with Fighting Bob Evans, at that time commanding the Iowa. When the Texas was raised it was found that in the hull were thousands of eels that had been suck ed through the open sea cocks. Know ing Captain Evans's fondness for eels Phillips had a lot of them sent over to the Iowa. He was somewhat sur prised a day later to receive a note of acknowledgment from his brother offi cer, which read: The eels were fine. Jack; sink her again.' "It was Jack Phillips, yon may re member, who. after the great naval battle of Santiago, when the Spanish battleships were lying on the shores of Cuba smoking from the shot of the American ships, solemnly said to his men: 'Don't cheer, boys; the poor devils are dying.' "Jack Phillips was one of the brav est, and at the same time most relig ious, naval officers I ever knew. He was the direct opposite of Bob Evans, but the two were great friends. The Texas, you know, was afterward named the San Marcos, and was the target for gun practice a few months ago. It was a fitting end for a good old ship that had always been in hard luck, except at the time when it waa most needed. I say, I wonder if the Nebraska is going to take the place of the Texas as the hoodoo ship of the navy?" Enterprising Sam Conserves the Natural Resources IF Sam Lee should put a big gilt sign bearing the words, "Electrical Chinese Laundry," on the front of his little shop, at 3108 Fourteenth street, Northwest, any time In the near fu ture, his customers in Mount Pleas ant would not be at all surprised. In fact, a number of those who in trust their neglige to the tender, min istrations of the affable Celestial have been wondering for some time why Sam has neglected such a splendid opportunity for a bit of advertis ing. But although Sam has been reju venated to the extent where he real izes that electrical power is much stronger, cheaper, and more efficient in the long run than the muscles and sinews of the human arms and back, he has not awakened to the wonders of the "ads." Sam Is a typical specimen of the "new" Chinaman the product of that stirring spirit which caused the an cient empire to become transformed into a republic in a remarkably short period, and with the loss of only a few hundred heads and other inci dentals. Sam is wide-awake and alert, and in the "Mellcan slang" he is "on the job." Therefore, when an enterprising salesman revealed the wonders of a new and ingenious device for iron'ng clothes at the cost of but little perspiration, less; physical energy, practically no mental waste, and only a few cents a day In the cost of power, Sam said: "I buy him." Now Sam irons with an electrical iron which saves him so many hun dreds of steps a day between the stove and his ironing table. Further, the iron is so arranged that by pull ing a string he releases a weight which bears down on the top of the Iron and relieves him of that duty. Better still, the pulling of another string lifts the Iron just the right height above the board and Sam does not have to lift it and put it on the old-fashioned iron bolder. my Holmes: Build, thee more stately mansions O soul As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple nobler than the last Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast Till thou at length art free. Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea- Most Famous City In History. The one spot whlah more than an other has controlled the history of Europe lies, strangely enough, not in Europe itself, but In Asia. For the possession of " the site where Christ "suffered, was buried and rose again." more blood has been shed than for any other. ' An immense number of lives were laid down during the Cru sades; and for 600 years before the Crusades, and even to the present time, a constant stream of pilgrims has poured into Jerusalem to worship at the spot made sacred by the cruci fixion of Christ. From the fourth cen tury after Christ until 50 years ago this site was generally conceded to be within the Church of the Holy Se pulcher. Now two sites dispute the claim of being the actual Golgotha. This latter claimant is known as "Gordon's Calvary," though to an American, Dr. Harlan P. Beach, of Yale university, is due the actual dis covery of it, General Gordon, the hero of Khartoum, having first se cured for it general recognition Christian Herald. The justice of the peace was In the south and a marked state of igno rance. He was approached by a man desiring a divorce, and he did not know what to do. Calling a friend to his side,- he whispered: "What's the law on this p'int?" "Yon can't do It," was the reply. It's out of your jurisdiction." The husband, observing the con sultation, and feeling keenly his desire War Balloon Destroyed. The German paper Schuss and Waffe describes a bullet named for its inventor, Lentz, for which great things are claimed in the way of de stroying dirigible balloons, which will undoubtedly appear in the next war between nations of the first rank. Instead of being a shell fired from a howitzer, like other projectiles of this sort this bullet can be made up into cartridges for the ordinary rifle. Two prongs are held in slots in the bullet while it is in the barrel of the to escape from his matrimonial woe, explained : "I'm willin' to pay well; got the money right here In this sock." At this the Justice assumed his grav est Judicial air. "Obviously he was deeply pained. Never before in all his life had he been so bowed down by grief. "You knew before you came here," he said sadly, "that it wasn't for me rifle, but fly out when it is in the air. When it enters a' balloon casing, the strain on these prongs releases a spring, which- explodes a primer, set ting the gas on fire. . ( While a dirigible might escape the few shells fired at ft by a cannon, it would hardly hope to pass unhlt through the hail of bullets fired by a regiment; and one such bullet ex ploding within its envelope would de stroy the balloon, as the unfortunate Wellman balloon exploded last summer. Too Strenuous Plan of Teaching. "Once upon a time, many years ago," says the Western School Jour nal, "this editor visited a school in which the teacher in the grammar class tried to illustrate every verb by appropriate actions. Thus the verb run was pictured In a scamper around the schoolroom: the verb strike took form on a boy's back. 'But' remarked the visitor, 'what are you going to do with the verb lie (to tell an untruth)? You surely wouldn't ask the children to lie, and when the verb howl is in the lesson would you bid them howl?' She had never thought of that, but the absurdity of her method seemed visible to her. We hope so." to separate husband and wife, and yet you not only take up the valuable time of this court by talking, but yon. ac tually propose to bribe me with money. Now, how much have you got in that sock?" "About six dollars and a half, your honor." "Is that so? Then I fine you five dol lars for bribery and a dollar and a half for taking up my time with a case out of my Jurisdiction; and may the lord have mercy on your soul!" The Popular Magazine. Dairy Cow at the Head. The dairy cow owes a salute to the Country Gentleman for the compli ment paid her in saying that "civili sation and the dairy cow are closely associated." As a food producer, says the Country Gentleman, the -cow re turns eighteen pounds for every hun dred pounds of feed given her, while her nearest competitor, the hog, re turns only fifteen pounds, and the hen. with all her cackling, gives the owner but a scant ten pounds of food in, re turn for bis "investment of a hundred He Wants a Wife, and Wants Her Double-Quick AUGUTJST SEYMORE, otherwise known as August Schaefelsky de Mukkadel de Castellans, one time dentist to the bey of Tunis and his harem, wants a wife, and wants her double-quick. He has from now un til January 1 to persuade an Ameri can girl to marry him, or he will for feit a legacy of $150,000 promised by a California woman. An aunt, formerly of Oakland, Cal., told him five years ago that if he would earn "something worth while and capture an American for a wife," she would give him $150,000. Seymore 1b a relative of the Cas tellane family made famous by the marital difficulties of Count Boat. He is now in Washington, where he expects to remain until he finds "the woman" that his aunt told him he must have before he is entitled to her money. He has lectured, written, prac ticed dentistry and served in the French army. In a wife he would have a chum. "I used to believe In my mother's view of marriage the marriage of the eye but I have come to the view of the marriage of reason," said Sey more. "Mother said that marriage progressed from the stage of catch ing, or buying, a woman to the wooing of a woman regarded in a nobler sense, and the winning of the wife. "Now I feel that the marriage of the eye Is the result of the sentimen tality of youth and immaturity. Bet ter Is that marriage where the couple are partners, chums, sharing every thing alike. I don't believe in the marriage where the man has the mon ey and forces his wife to ask him for every cent she gets. "Rather, there should be a balance of power, so that the man and the woman are on an absolutely equal footing as regards money, morals pleasures and sorrows." In Doubt as to Mr. Wilson's Mode of Locomotion JUST at present Washington is won dering whether it will soon behold a president of the United States roll lag leisurely by on his bicycle. It has just come out that the president-elect is fond of that manner of locomotion. He has gone on his vacation, and pro poses to spend a part of it riding on his wheel. He has pedaled over many miles of English and continental roads in this fashion and likes it. Time was when Washington was filled with eminent men and women awheel, but they have all vanished save one, Assistant Secretary of State A. A. Adee. He is the permanent assistant secretary of state, a man who sticks to his own notions about things. Ev ery summer he voyages to Europe and spends a month or so bicycling to places of interest He and the new president should establish cordial re lations very early. If as president Gov. Wilson wants to "bike" around Washington, he will not want for good roads. They stretch in every direction, except toward -Virginia The secret service men who guard him, of course, would also have Sizing Him Up. When you call the average young man honest he is likely to feel a mild sort of gratification. When you call him competent his chest begins to bulge. When you call him a heart breaker he slaps you on the yhoulder and gives you to understand that he considers you a person of remarkable perception and unerring judgment Dally Thought A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is bu saying. In other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday. Pope, to be mounted, but that is only an incident They have been accustomed to following the president on motor cycles and sometimes in an automo bile of their own. If the new presi dent takes to bicycling, however, offi cial Washington will do likewise. That Is a way official Washington has. u Gov. Wilson goes out much, awheel, it will not be long before embassadors and ministers and secretaries and mil itary attaches will also be pedaling along the sleeky-oiled roads and dodging automobiles. Cabinet officials ' and congressmen will do likewise. The revival of bicycling among the well-to-do may be expected somewhat all over the country. Reason for Superiority. The demestication of animals and the utilization of plants does not go very far except under a civilized peo ple. Contrast the age of Peru and Mexico with that of Egypt Babylonia and China; and one reason, for old world superiority in the mastery of nature is plain. A La Mode. "What wai the chief food of th woodchoppers in whose camp yon spent your vacation?". "Pork and po tatoes, served in the form of chops and chips.' Christian Science Monitor.
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