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ELM CITY, N. C., FRIDAY, JUNE 20,1902.
NO. 45.
BILI. ABP»S I.ETTBR.
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Atlanta Conatltution.
I have had an occasional r^uest to
reproduce and save from oblivion a ser
mon that went the round of the south
ern press some fifty years ago and was
known as the “Harp of a Thousand
Strings.” Not long ago I quoted a
paragraph from it and a friend writes
me from East Feliciana, La., and says
that the author of that quaint old ser
mon Uved and died in that parish' and
his daughters and grandchildren liva
there now and are his near neighbors.
Strange to say the author was a minister
of the gospel, sober, serious, solemn
and devot^ to his calling and for a
long time it was not known that the
humorous writings over the signature
of “Zedekiah the Scribe” came from
his gifted pen. But some preachers
can’t help seeing and enjoying the ludi
crous side of human nature. Sidney
Smith, the famous English divine, was
as solemn as the grave on solemn occa
sions, but he inhaled a great deal of
merriment without a smile. He pro
voked others to the most convulsive
laughter, but gave no sign save in the
twinkle of his eyes. Judge Longstreet,
the eminent jurist, the learned preach
er, the dignified president of two col
leges and a university and the author of
“Georgia Scenes,” w»s of similar type.
I met him often during my youth, and
do not recall that he indulg^ in a hu
morous anecdote. The last time I
met him was during the war in the
office of The Columbus Enquirer, when
he indulged in bitter sarcasm against
some Georgians whom he called trait
orous obstructionists. 1 could hardly
imagine that he it was who molded the
inimitable characters of Ned Brace and
Ransey Sniffle. Johns Hooper was not
a preacher, but always a sedate and
very dignified gentleman. He was
secretary of the embryo confederacy
that assembled in Montgomery and
there was no sign of “Simon Suggs”
or “Taking the Census” in his solemn
deportment. My observation has been
that the best story tellers and conver
sationalists have the least inclination
to write or publish their own scintilla
tions. It was common to say of my
old partner, “Oh! rare Judge Under
wood,” but I could never induce him to
put pen to paper in that line. He said
that a good story or a flash of wit and
humor lost its relish by writing it, for
the tone of voice, the accent, the
piquancy, the facial expressions could
not be recorded.
When the Kev. J. T. Lewis wrote
this sermon it was not uncommon for
amateur preachers to perform up and
down the western rivers and thus adver
tise their business, which was jainci-
pally dat boating and peddling their
produce. Lorenzo Dow took continental
journeys from Maine to Texas, but he
was a pretty good orthodox preacher.
These flat boat preachers were a rough
and tumble set and tangled up the
scriptures awfully, but they could draw
the crowds and their whiskey was a
good card. It was an orthodox product
then and preachers and the people were
as fond of it as old Father Noah, who
was a preacher of righteousness. Bev.
Mr. Lewis does not give this preacher’s
name, but his sermon has been sent
me by my friend and I give it to your
readers as it was given to me. When
it first came forth we thought it ine»
pressibly funny. It is not so funny
now to the old people, but the younger
generation are more easily amused than
the veterans and for their sake I append
it. A pretty school girl recited it last
week at the commencement exercises of
our public school and she did it well
and brought down the house.
This sermon was said to have been
preached at Port Hudson, where the
amateur divine had “tied up” for the
double purpose of observing the Sabbath
and selling whiskey.
I may say to you, my brethering,
that I am not an edicated man, an’ I
am not one of them as believes that
edication is necessary for a gospel min
ister, for I believe the Lord edicates
His preachers just as He wants ’em to
be edicated; an’ although I say it that
oughtn’t to say it, yet in the state of
Indianny, where I live, thar’s no man
as gets bigger congregations nor what
I gits.
Thar may be some here today, my
brethering, as don’t know what persua
sion I am uv. Well, I mnst say to you,
my brethering, that I’m a Hard Shell
Baptist. Thar’s some folks as don’t
like the Hard Shell Baptists, but I had
rather have a hari shell as no shell at
all.. You see me here to today, my
brethering, dressed up in good clothes;
you must think I was proud, but I am
not proud, my brethring, and although
I have been a preacher of the gospel
for twenty years, an’ although I’m
capt’in of the flat boat that lies at your
landing. I’m not proud, my brethring,
ah.
I am not gwine to tell edzactly whar
my text may be found; suffice it to say
it is in the leds of the Bible, and you’ll
find it somewhere between the first
chapter of the book Generations, and
the last chapter of the book of Revolu
tions, and ef you will go search the
scriptures, you’ll not only find my tex
thar, but a great many other texes as
will do you good to read, and my tex.
when yon shall find it, you shall find it
to read thus, ah:
“And he played on a harp of a thou
sand strings—sperits of jest men made
perfcct.”
My tex, my brethering, leads me to
speak of sperits. Now, thar’s a great
many kinds of sperits in the world—^in
the fuss place, thar’s the sperits some
folks call ghosts, and thar’s the sperits
of turpentine, and thar’s the sperits as
some folks call liquor, and I’ve got aa
good an artikel of them kind of sperits
on my fiat boat as ever was foch down
the Mississippi river; but thar’s a great
many other kinds of sperits for the
tex says; “He played on a haq> of a
thousand strings, sperits of jest men
^laade perfeck.” And thar’s a great
inany kinds of fire in the world. In
the fuss place thar’s the common old
sort of fire, and then there’s foxfire,
and camphire, fire before you are ready
and fire and fall back and many other
kinds uv fire, for the tex says. “He
I^ayed on the harp of a thousand
strings, sperits of jest men made per
feck.”
But I’ll tell you the kind of fire as is
spoken of in tiie Bible, my brethering,
is Hell Fire! and that’s the kind of fire
as a great many of you’ll come to ef
you don’t do better nor what you have
been doin’—^for “He played on a harp
of a thousand strings, sperits of jest
men made perfeck.” And that’s the
kind of fire you can’t dodge, my brether
ing, ah, for its the fire that won’t be
quenched. You may fly to mountains
of Hepsidan, where the woodbine
twineth and the lion roareth and the
whangadoodle mourneth for its first
bom, but you can’t hide from the un
quenchable fire, for it is the fire of
hell and damnation, ah! And he played
on a harp of a thousand strings—sperits
of jest men made perfeck.
Now as there are many kinds of
sperits and many kinds of fire, ah! in
the world, ah! jes so there are many
kinds of Christians, ah! In the fuss
place we have the Piscopalians, and
they are a high-sailin’, high-rooetin’,
hif^utin set, ah! and they may be lik
ened unto a turkey buzzard that flies
up into the air, ah! and he goes up,
and up, and up, till he looks no bigger
than your finger nail, and the fust
thing you know, he comes down, and
down, and down, goes to fillin’ hisself
on the carkiss of a dead hoss by the
side of the road, ah! and “He played
on a harp of a thousand strings, sperits
of jest men made perfeck.”
And then thar’s the Methodis, ah!
They may be Ukened unto the squirrel
runnin’ up into a tree, for the Methodis
beleeves in gwine on from one degree
of grace to another, and finally on to
perfection, and the squirrel goes up,
and up, and up, and he jumps from
limb to limb, and branch to branch,
and the fust thing you know he falls,
and down he comes kerfiumix, and
that’s like Methodis, for they is allers
fallin from grace, ah! “And he played
on a harp of a thousand strings, sperits
uv jest men made perfeck.”
And thar is the Presbyterians, my
brethering, with their long frock coats
and high shirt collars and ^smal swamp
faces, but they never cleared no new
ground nor burnt no bresh nor deaden
ed no timber, nor killed no bars. They
always waits for us hard shells to do that
and settle up the wilderness and then
they will slip in and go to plantin’ and
put on heavenly airs and clum to be the
only people that are elected and shore
of eternal salvation—and they play on
a harp ofa-thousaad 8tring»^perit8 of
jest men made perfeck.
And then, my brethring, thar’s the
Baptists, ah! And they have been lik
en^ to a ’poffium on a simmon tree,
and the thunders may roll and the
earth may quake, and the lions roar
and the whangadoodle mourn, but the
possum clings thar still, ah! And you
may shake one foot loose, and the
other’s thar, and you may shake all
feet loose, and he laps his tail around
the limb, and clings and he clings fur-
ever, ah! for “He played on a harp of
a thousand strings, sperits uv jest men
made perfeck. ’ ’ Bijx Abp.
Tke W*B««rfai Storr Uttle Aalta
Ljrneliliue Brtaca l.«wleMneM.
Kews and Ottserver.
The lynching of the two negro boys
at Salisbury is a circumstance to be de
plored, and this because with it goes a
spirit of lawlessness, the very thing
which the lynchers are trying to stamp
out.
The crime was a horrible one, and
the sight of a young white woman,
her brains oozing from her broken
skull, beaten to pieces by rocks in the
hands of vicious young brutes, was ter
rible enough to cause the wildest pas
sions to animate the breasts of those
who gazed at the piteous sight.
But the inhuman beasts had been
found and the crime had been fastened
upon them. They were in the hands
of the law, and the courts of the State
would have dealt with them. Their
conviction, in view of the evidence
which is at hand, seems certain, an^
the pity of it is that a law abiding com
munity has made these miscreants reap
their harvest of death outside of the
bounds of the law, and has thus viola
ted the law itself.
Justice may miscarry at times, but
in this case this seemed hardly proltoble.
Pity it is that the passions of men
could not have controlled themselves
and wait^ for the vindication of the
majesty of the law.
csovernor Davi* Joins tlie CbDrelt
Again.
. Little Rock, Ark., June 8.—Gov
ernor Jefferson Davis to-day accepted
the invitation of the Baptist Church of
Russellville, bis home, and rejoined
that church.
The Governor’s friends claim this is
a vindication of him by his home peo
ple, against the action of the Second
Baptist Church, of Little Rock, in vrith-
drawing fellowship from him. It it
alleged further by the Governor’s
friends, that the action taken by tke
Li^e Rock church was the result of
resentment for the part he took in the
race for the United States Senator.
BnmpUona Necro Lawyer.
J. S. Leary, the negro attorney
Charlotte, continues to parade himwlf
and air his views. Before the Acting
Recorder, Mr. Hilton, one day last
week, he kept quoting law after the
court had told him to quit. It was in
the case of a gang of little negroes who
were charged with malicious mischief
at an ice cream supper. The court in
formed the negro that it knew its bon-
ness and the negro replied that lie did
not have to be told his. A quietus was
put on the n^ro attorney finally and
bis client found guilty.
■TOLBII BT GSPSUBB.
Up in the Sierra Mountains is a
roung girl who is the sensation of the
notur. Every day wagon loads of visit
ors come to her fath^s cattle range.
From Sugar Pine, Sonora and the
ranches thereabouts they come to hear
the wonderful story of Anita Bradley.
Ten years ago Anita Bradley mys-
tmoosly disappeared from Sugar Pine.
Thrse weeks ago the Bradleys unex
pectedly found their lost daughter with
a band of strolling gypsies.
The events that led up to hw kid
napping and the strange c(wcidences
that brought about her recovery from
the gypsies read like the libretto of the
Bohemian Girl,” says the San Fran
cisco Examiner.
When Anita Bradl^ was stolen by
the gypsies she was a blue-^ed, sunny-
hairid child of 6 years, with never a
care beyond her dolls.
Mrs. Bradley had taken Anita and
her son, Marion, 4-year-old lad, into
the woods gooseban^g. Mrs. Brad
ley kept Marion close at her side, but
Anita, with the greater dignity of her
six years, was permitted to wander a
UtUe distance. Presently she failed to
answer her mother’s calls. Then Mrs.
Bradley became alarmed, and, with
Marion strumUing along beside her,
she hurriedly made a circuit the
beny patch. She found Anita’s half
filled pail and her blue sunbonnet, but
no other traces of the child. Could she
have ventumed down to the river to
^t a drink? Half dragging, half carry
ing, the frightened, tired littie Marion,
the mother hastened down where a
swift-running fork of th« Tuolumne
hurries on to join the main stream.
When night came and Anita was not
yet found cowbojrs on the range joined
a searching party. They roam^ the
woods till dawn and then, with sinking
hearts turned again to the river. It
was the only solution of the mystery.
Mrs. Bradley refused to believe that
Anita had l^n drowned. On the
fourth day of the search the men gave
up the hunt. That night in her fitful
sleep, Mrs. Bradley saw Anita playing
a tambourine before a motley crowd.
The child passed a little red can around
for small coins and handed the money
to a swarthy woman who wore a gray
scarf tied around her head and huge
gold hoops dangling in her ears.
The gypsies! the gypsies!” cried
Mrs. Bradley, and awoke her husband
to tell him of her dream. “I knew
Anita was not drowned. I felt it all
along. The gypsies have stolen her.”
For 10 lung years Mrs. Bradley clung
to this idea, while others thought it but
the natural impulse of a heart-broken
mother to dutoh at a straw. Everybody
else believed that the child had been
drowned.
Mrs. Bradley’s hope was not the
creature of a grief tortured brain. A
month before Anita’s disappearance a
band of gypsies bad campi^ on the
Bradley range. They luul traveled
down the Bo^e road from Nevada and
were making for Sonora, and thence
down to the San Joaquin plains. The
Bradley place is on a cut-off of the
Bodie and when the gypsies str^-
gled by the house burdened with a sick
child and bagged leave to pitoh their
tents near by Mr. Bradley could not re
fuse. But they were detected stealing
later and were driven off. It was two
weeks after this that Anita disappeared
while berrying with her mother.
The years went by, but the mother
nev&[ gave up all hope. Three weeks
ago Mrs. Brai^ey drove down from the
ranch to Sugar Pine. Half a mile from
the cluster of pine trees that gives that
place its name she came upon a camp
of gypsies.
“I looked closely at the faces,” she
explained afterward to the friends who
rode miles to hear the story, “but I did
not recognize any of them as belonging
to the band that had camped on our
place when Anita disappear. An old
hag asked me whether I wanted my
fortune told. While she was dealing a
greasy pack of cards a frowsy-headed
boy came up and said something to her.
She mumbled an excuse and shuffled
off to a tent. I asked the boy what
was the matter and he told me that one
of the girls was sick. It must have
been my good angel who prompted me
to follow the old woman.
Indde the tent was a young girl
rolled up in a bedquilt. Her short,
golden-brown hair covered her face, but
I brushed it gently away and saw
the fever spots on her cheeks. I took
the gourd of water from the crone imd
pat it to her lips. She opened her eyes
and I saw that they were blue like those
of my lost child’s, with the same
straight, long black lashes.
“I could hardly hold the wat^, my
hands trembled so. My heart said
‘Anita,’ but I did not dare let the name
pass my lips for fear the old crone would
get her away from me. .
“ 'Now I tell fortune, come!’ urged
the old woman, moving toward the door.
But the girl gave a cry and caught my
hand. ‘ ‘ ‘Let me stay with her awhile, ‘
and slipped a half dollar into the
woman’s hand.
“Then I was left alone with the girl.
I thought she would remember enough
to give me some land of clue. But no
sooner had the tent flap closed than she
gave a contented sigh, nestled closer to
me and fell asleep with her head on
my arm. I knew it was the best thing
for her fever and I knew it was Anita,
oft even if the golden hair had changed to
brown. I J^ew it just as well as though
Mr. Bradley”—
Eat right at this part of the story is
where Mr. Bradley always breaks into
his wife’s narrative.
“You see,” he says, “I was down
in the canyon when I heard a shot. I
knew it wasn’t one of the boys,
guessed it was someone trying a li^e
gan iday on a steer. I made a bee-line
for the spot where I heard the reportof
the gun and I got them in time to see
a brown-skinned coss dragg^ii^ a year
ling into the brush, 1 knew his game
—to skin it, bury hide and hoofs
and salt away the beef. I covered him
with my gun and said: 'You blank,
gypsy, you’ll go to jail fw this!’
I nuuched him to the corral to get
one of the boys to hdp me to take him
town. The boys made him think
they were gf^g to string him up then
and there. l£e fUlow was so plumb
soared that his teeth chattered. HefeUat
my feet and began to jabber something
that I couldn’t make out at first, but 1
caught a word or two and b^n to
prick up my eats. Well, the truth of
it was that he had belonged to the
band that cawped on my place ten
yean before, when Anita disappeared.
A week after I had turned them off the
woman’s boy died, of diphtheria. It
was through no fault of mine, of course,
for it was a stomach fever he had here,
uid he was idl over it when 1 drove
them off the place. But the old hag
swore vengeance on us, and while the
rest of the band waited for her down
Eights Ferry way ske stole back here
and kidnapped Anita. She covered
her tracks so smoothly no one ever
guessed it.
‘The fellow confessed that after the
woman who stole Anita died he cared
for her like a father. He fetehed her
with him when he joined this band
and saw no harm ever came to her. I
promised him I’d let him off if he was
telling the truth and would lead us to
Nita.
All the way to the gypsy camp I.
was thinking how I’d prepare mother
for the shock, bat at the camp I found
Mrs. Bradley with 'Nita asleep on her
breast. ’Nita told us that the man re
ally had been good to her, so I told
them they’d better clean out before the
authorities got wind that they had a
stolen child with them.”
So, for the first time in 10 years,
there is rejoicing on the Bradley ranch.
Anita is putting her life with the
gypsies behind her and will soon be
deep in n^ected school-books.
I’m stiU afraid it’s a dream,” she
says, “and that I’ll wake up and find
myself with the gypsy band. It all
seems too ^ood to be true.”
»TBBBB AHB ITHKITBBBD PIB.
Nortli Carolina *^Gorn*’ vs. Kentncky
“Bye.**
astalnston Post.
An interesting discussion is in pro
gress between Representative Wheeler
of Kentucky and Representative Kiteh-
en of North Carolina as to the relative
merits of Kentucky “sour mash” whis
key, as it is called in that State, and
‘corn” whiskey, as it is known among
the tar heels. Up to the present time
Mr. Kitolien has the beet of the argu
ment, because he tells this story:
Itewn ia my district,” he says, “a
drummer hai^ieocd to ruiihtioa that he
had been in Clinton county, Ohio. ‘I
have a brother living out there,’ said a
sad-eyed man, sitting on a box in the
store, ‘and if you ever see him I wish
you would tell him that I am mighty
hard up, my farm is mortgaged and I
don’t fa«lieve I will ever be able to edu
cate my children. But, anyway,’ he
added ‘let’s take a drink.’
So they took one drink of corn
whiskey and then the sad eyed man
had another message for his brother.
‘Tell him,’ he said, ‘that I am getting
along tolerably well, even though 1
haven’t much money.’
‘Tlien the drummer proposed an
other irink, and the sorrowful man
grew happier. ‘Tell my brother when
you see him,’ he remarked, ‘that I am
making a good living, getting along
first-rate.”
After that there were several inter
changes of hospitality, and the man,
sad-eyed no longer, addressed tiie drum
mer. “Tell my brother when you see
him,’ wasihis final message, ‘that if he
ever wants anything to draw on me.”
If that doesn’t brat anything you can
produce in Kentocky,” said Kitehin to
Wheeler, “I will send you a case with
my compliments.”
nan BnrneA »o Oeatli.
WiLMtNGTON, June 7.—News reached
the city this morning of the tragic,
death at Point Caswell, of Mr. Joseph
McLaurin, aged 80 years, and brother
of Mr. John McLaurin, until a few
years ago editor of The North Carolina
Presbyterian. Mr. McLaurin lived
alone and during the night his house
caught fire and burned to the ground.
Neighbors got to the scene as the build
ing fell in. Later the remains of the
old man, in a terribly charred condi
tion, were taken from the ruins and
brought to the city for interment. The
deceased was a native of Wilmington,
well educated, cultured and was for
many years teller in the local banks.
Bern In m renfttentlarr anA Betnrne4
Tkere liater in Ufe.
Peterabarg, Va., Dispatch.
Cleveland Booth, a negro youth, 16
years oldi was taken through this city
recently, to serve a sentence of five
years in the penitentiary for the crime
of house-breaking, of which he was
convicted in the county court of Surry.
The remarkable feature about the case
is that Booth was bom in the peniten
tiary where his mother was serving a
sentence for murder, and where she
^ed. He now returns to the house of
his nativity to serve and labor as a
convict.
Want no color ijtne in CMnreli.
Dehtver, Colo., June 9.—Representa
tives of Denver colored churches at f
osdled meeting, have adopted resolutions
declaring they wiU renuun away from
the International Sunday -Schocd Con
vention, to be held in this city^ uid
will notify o(4ored del^^ates through
out the conctry not to attend unless an
order restricting them to a certam sec
tion of the church is withdrawn. The
executive committee’s action in mak
ing the restriotion is characterized
“unjust disorimination.”
Strange thal he who. lives by shifts
can seldom shift himseJf.
Hew Toric Sun.
A few weeks ago certain students of
Butler College, Indiana, flung into the
world this apple of strife:
Resolv^, That pie is of greater ser
vice to civilization than ice cream.”
It was publidy chai^^ that the jury
which decided against {He was bribed
ice cream. Even the most charit
able friends of the jiuy admitted that
it had listened not to reason, but to
gallantry, the young women of the col
lege being the champions of ice cream
in the debate. From Butier CoU^
the great argument spread over the
country. Patriotism, logic and fact
flew to the side of pie, whose long and
splendid service as tlw mother of heroes
and the nurse of statesmen has been
gratefully and generally recognized.
But even pie eaters are not infallible.
The New Orleans Times-Democrat,
which ranged itself in opposition in the
ice cream discussion, shows itself to be
no genuine friend of man-ennoblincr
pie. The Charlotte Observer, a bulwark
and battery of pie, has been reviewing
pleasanUy the clasdfications of the pie
kingdom along the banks of the
Yadkin:
“In Rowan county,N. C., they are of
three varieties, known as kiver^, un-
kivered and barred.”
The New Orleans friend of pie uses
this interesting scientific fact as the text
for an attack on pie and for an attempt
“to inject sectionalism” into that na
tional and catholic dish:
“It is true that in Rowan county
these three species are recognized, but
the p^ple of Rowan county are sturdy
Americans and they eat only one sort of
pie themselves—the unkivered. The
barred pie may be dismissed without
discussion, being a mere compromise,
a pabulum for colorless individuals who
are the mugwumps of the dining room.
The kivered pie, in Rowan oounty, as
in all distinctively American communi
ties, is prepared for strangers, and is
not eaten by the natives. The Row-
anese would as readily drink the juice
of the corn on which excise tax had
been paid as to eat kivered pie, which
is distinctively a product of New Eng
land civilization, and has no place in
the simpler and more democratic State
where tar adheres to the heels of the
people. The true Tarheel, the descen
dants of the men who made the charge
up King’s Mountain, the Majuba Hill
of this continent, take their pie un
kivered. They will not touch the
kivered abomination, which appeals
only to those who have reached the first
stages of the ice cream heresy. TUe
most democratic of ail pies and the
most popular ia all truly American
communities is the pumkin pie, and
that is never kivered down South even
by the most dudisb of chefs,”
EvidenUy these are the words of a
man who doesn’t know pie, who wasn’t
brought up on pie, whose youth was
not sustained, whose age will not be
soothered by pie. The “kivered” pie,
apole or mince, for example, stands
hi^'h in the royal family of pie. Its
triuuiphant composition requires of the
artist higher qualities of head and
heart, a more delicate touch, a higher
strain of genius, a sublimer imi^nation
than the composition of the punkin pie.
"Hiere must be magic in the upi>er crust
of it. All, that delicious, finely flaking
upper crust, designed by a deep-revolv
ing brain and fashioned by a sensitive
hand, a cate Queen Mab would be glad
to nibble! Punkin pie is a noble pie,
albeit we don’t suppose the New Orleans
critic ever ate a real punkin pie or
would know one from the common
squash sulastitute therefor; but there
goes much more skill to the making of
a mince pie. Within the fortunate in
wards of that president of pies are
strange dainties and spices and Dr.
Johnson’s drink of heroes. The ele
ments are so' mixed in it that nature
may stand up and say to all the world,
this is a pie. A great mince pie is a
masterpiece. Your punkin pie is a
good homely suhject,aTanagra figurine.
Be that as it may, “kive^” pie is a
national blessing. Were it distinctively
a product of New England, New Eng
land could afford to go out of business,
happy in the thought that it had con
ferred a priceless gift upon mankind.
Probably punkin pie is more character
istic of New England than any kivered
{He, be it mince, apple or huckleberry.
But Rowan county and all other sen
sible folks will never quarrel about the
origin of successful pie, barred, kivered
or unkivered. They will take the gifts
the gods provide.
Dos Saved the Property.
Charleston, S. C., June 6.—The
barking of a wateh dog, which aroused
the keeper on Castie Hnckney, the new
government supply station, prevented
a fearful confii^^tion last night. The
noise awakened Captain Whitley, and
as he rushed out he cfound fire raging
in the oil house, where 15,000 gallons
of kerosene were stored. There is no
fire apparatus on the little island and
the Whitely family, including
small girls, had to tackle the flames
The wood'en casks, in which tin cans
of oil w^ stor^, caught fire and
taking desperate chancef, the Whitely’s
rolled these out into the sea. By heroic
work, which was carried on at great
risk, all of the blazing casks were
thrown overboard and the new station
property was saved.
Had the alarm not been sounded by
the dog, the oil house would have
explod^ vrithin ten minutes and the
entire premises would have been wiped
out.
In the Federal Court at Raloigh last
week J. T. Corbett, late postmaster at
Selma, Johnston oounty, was sentenced
to five years in tiie penitentiary for
stealing registered packages and letters
containing valuaUes. Jos. Exum
former postmaster at Four Oaks, John
ston oounty, was sentenced to six
months in jail ior embezxling $659
of the postoffice funds. He had
turned aU of the money but $20.
A few days ago Miss Margaret. B.
Boyd, a young woman who was former
ly a nurse in Watts Hosiatal, Durham,
died in ^timore from the effects of a
blow which she received from a dehrions
Mtient whom she nursed in the Dur-
lam hoqHtal. The death of this young
woman calls attention to a profession
noUe, sdf-sacrificing one—to which
so many young women have dedicated
thew lives in recent years. It is doubt
ful if the work of the trained nurse is
appreciated as it should be. These
women who devote their lives to sick
rooms are ministering angels. No
matter what their motive for engaging
in the work, if they faithfully perform
its duties they deserve the honor of men
and the everlasting reward reserved for
those who spent their lives in relieving
suffering. The physical and mental
rtrain, the dangerous, trying exper
iences which one must undergo in con
stant attendance on sick rooms requires
more than the ordinary powers of en
durance, of intelligence, of patience
and or love for humanity. It means
practically a sacrifice of the pleasures
of life wbdch young women usually en
joy; it means, in short, a life of work
for which no remuneration except the
knowledge of duty well done can ade
quately compensate.
Every experienced physician will tell
you that in the great majority of cases
of illn^ careful nursing is the impor
tant thing: that no mattei how skilfu
the physician, in many instances a pa
tient’s life is lost puerly for lack of
proper care and attendance in the ab
sence of the pbpsician. And what a
burden do these trained nurses take
from the shoulders of those in a home
where there u sickness! They see
that the physician’s directions are
faithfully followed and assume all the
cane of a patient. By reason of their
training and skill they do what ex-
serienced hands cannot do, no matter
low anxious and willing these may be.
All hail to these Sisters of Mercy, the
tmned nurses! This one who lost her
life in the discharge of duty is as deserv
ing of a monument as any of the great
captains who have won fame and re
nown by doing notber more—their
duty. It is to the everlasting credit of
the young woman of the South that so
many of them are giving their lives to
this great work.
THB TBAIR]
Blljali** ttore Trial.
Biblical Kecoraer,
Many of our readers have heard of
Dowie, the Chicago man who claims to
be Elijah come again, and who has a
great following. They will read this
paragraph from the Journal and Mes
senger with interest:
No one is glad that George Alexan
der Dowie, the allied mountebank, is
suffering from a great affliction. All
who h^rd of it deeply sympathize
with him in the death by burning of a
beloved daughter. . But a great shock
must be given to his followers, as well
as to his own assurance, by the fact
that, though he spent a day and a
night in prayer for her recovery, no
answer came. The girl of 21 was heat
ing curling irons, to curl her hair, over
an alcohol lamp, when it exploded and
set her clothing on fire, burning her
fatally. She Unbred for about twenty
hours. No physician was summon^
until it was altogether too late, and she
died in great ^ony while her father
was praying for her recovery. We do
not gibe nor jeer at him. His sincer
ity was put to a severe test, and he
withstood it well. But everything was
at stake. Had he called a physician
at the outset all his pretense would
have been exposed and he would have
been ruined in a day. There was only one
thing to do, and he was equal to that.
He must stand firm as a savage is firm
under torture. Only just before death
came was a doctor sent for. No doubt
Dowie will have an explanation, and
those who have attached themselves to
him will still continue to defend him.
But this last illustration of the falsity
of his theory will keep many from go
ing who otherwise might have risked
money and life to benefit by his meth
od of healing.”
Cliambera’ Joomal.
Printers are responsible for many
charming mistakes, and some of them
admit the fact. Witness the volume
of sermons recentiy published which
contained the startiing admission:
Printers have persecute me without
a cause.” Of coarse it should have
been “princes;’’ but no doubt the com
positor was satisfied, but I don’t com
plain.
Parsons are the especial butts for the
jokes of the merry typesetter. A
Methodist minister is reported to have
said: “Methodismjs elMtic, expansive
and progressive.” Was it sheer wick-
«dness that made the printer substitate
e for a, altering “expensive” to the
more shocking term? The bishop of
St. Asaph, addressing his old parish
ioners some time ago at charleston,
referred to his “younger and rasher
days.” He was natui^ly reported as
having spoken of his “younger and
masher days.’* No wonder John Mc
Neill said that when he took up the
daily papers and read his reported
utterances he always sighed, “Verily,
we die daily!”
He Forcot Bis Bank Deposit.
New. York San.
Martin Anderson of Hoboken depo
sited $200 in the bank of Savings at
Fourth avenue and Twenty-second
street, Manhattan, in 1840. He lost or
mislaid the bank book, and when he
died didn’t mention anything about it
to his family. Recently his daughters
saw a newspaper advertisement request
ing Anderson or his heirs to call at the
bi^. There they learned that the
deposit made by their fMher now
amounts with intnest to more t
t $3,000.
BTATB HBWa.
Mr. Wm. Powell, a Wake ooonty
fanner, aged about 60 years, dnpiNd
dead Friday while plowing in the
Lightning struck and bmmed a
stable on Col. J. S. Ckrr’s OooooeedMe
farm in Orange county Saturday after
noon. The loss is said to be $2,000.
The postoffice at King’s
was robbed Wednesday night. The
safe was forced open and about $75 in
cash and $700 worth of postage stamne
were taken.
Eighty-one applicants for lioeaM to
practice medicine, two of whom an
ladies and six are negioea. wen
examined by the State boaxd of medioel
examiners at Wilmington last weak.
So far as is known the tmly lady
rural free delivery carrier is in Oon*
gressman KlutU’s district. Mias Nidi-
olson has been carrying the mail ofcr
a route from Statesville for some
months and has given entire satisbo-
tion.
Editor Jos. Robinson, of Goldabcxo,
and Mr. Chas. L. Abemethy, of Beau*
fort, who were candidates for the
Democratic congressional
in the third district, have withdrawn
and the unanimous renominaticMi tif
Congressman Thomas, of New Berne,
is now assured. Mr. Thomas is serving
his second term.
The famous Amos Ow^ Cherry Tkee
case was called in the Federal Couzt at
Charlotte, Monday afternoon at three
o’clock. The case attracted a laife
crowd to the court room and it wfll be
heard with much interest. In the list
of witnesses that the govemmrat fce*
subpoened are about twenty ladiesfirom
this and other sections (rf the State.
The twenty-eighth annual
of the North Carolina Dental
will be held in Ralogh on ThuiBday,
June 19th, at 10 o’clock in the
chamter. The address of wdoome will
be delivered by Govemw Aycock
the response will be by Dr. H. D. Bmi-
per, of Kinston. The esayist ol the
meeting is Dr. J. S. Betts, of Oreeni-
boro.
In the baseball game at Wilmington
Monday between tiie Wilmington anH
I^eigh league teams, Treager, of Bal-
eigh, ^t in the faoe of fidier, of
Willmington, who shoved him away
with his hand, wherepun Treager straw
him in the back with a bat. Treager
is in jail and Fisher in the hoqpital
badly injtured.
^ The sixth annual conventicm of the
North Carolina Banker’s Associati«m
will be held June 17th and 18th at
Savannah, Ga., in onjuncticm with tbe
State Banker’s Association of Geon^
and Virginia. The program for Wb
interesting interstate convention is now
being issued, and the oonventim pram*
ises to be a great occasion tox finamrfol
men throughout the entire Soath.
Seymour Hancock, postmaster al
New Beme, who wants to be reai^toint-
ed, is charged with gamMing he
was in Washington li^ week trying to
explain just how it was. Tbe chaige is
in the form of a copy of an indiotmenl
and is in effect that he played pool for
money. Hancock haa an affidavit
from the owner of the pool room ^
no gambling was indulged in save .
the loser, as usual, paid for the
Of course nobody woald expect the
owner of- the pool room to aHmit that
there was gambling in his plaoe.
IVecroea Byin« la Onkn.
Philadelphia Medical Joomal.
The n^n^ question seems to be in a
fair way to settie itself in Caba without
recourse to aid of Philanthropic tMsia
ties or governmental r^jolations. Ma
jor Gorgu tells us in his report on tho
vital statistics of the dties of Havana
and Guanabacoa that daring the month
of January in those cities the native
whites showed an excess oi 188 hirtto
over deaths, that is, the figures were
457 and 269, whereas the native negroii
showed an excess of 53 deaths over
births; that is to say, figares woe 188
and 70. The fignrw for the year 1901
are even more significant. Daring the
twelve months the native wiutea Iqst
518, making a total gain forthe native*
of 1,227 inhaUtants. The of
foreigners brought the difference dowtt
exactiy one, although it must be re
membered that the number of foceign-
ers dying indicates that the cifyisgain^'
ing rapidly in population by «
tion. If this keeps up for a reasonable
length of time there will soon be no
negroes left in Cuba, and this nolwiUi-
standing the fact that the diflBcalfy of
obtaining marriage licenses does not
appear to have any deterrent
upon the increase of the negro
tion, because of all births ammg
negroes fifty-seven were legitimate and
only thirteen were illegitimate.
North Carolina Prepni«BC*Oal«taaSe
The official and the executive ooof
mittee of the State library and Histor
ical Association met in BaMgh laet
week and arranged for securing a char
ter for the Roanoke IsUnd OdebcatioB
Comi>any. It is proposed to start with
$10,000 and to have 100 contribatwne,
one in each cotmfy, each giving $100.
It is quite possible that the ofRcen aaA
the committee will visit the island Ji
4th. There will be no cdebration
'SL
year ot the anniversary of the
on Roanoke island, bat the plan now
is to have a great one next >ear.
Com an« Cotton In Tana SeSWaw
fto»Bronafc».
Dallas, Tex., Jane 18.—Thediov|^
which has existed throoghont Tssns
for neariy four wedks is damaging the
corn and cotton cn^ materiaHy. b
some districts the h^ winds have lit
erally ruined the crop. In Dallaa aatf
vicinity the season has hem obb-
suaily hot and dry and for the
week ‘ ‘
ninety ot above each day.