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Published by Roanoke Publishing Go. fc'fOR GOD, FOR COUNTRY ND FOR TRUTH." W. FLETCHER AU8B0N, EDITOR. C. V. W. AU8BON, BUSINESS MANAGER. VOL. III. PLYMOUTH, N. C, FRIDAY; JANUARY 8, 1892. NO; 31. THE SWEETNESS OP MPS, , It fell on a day I was happy, . w . And the winds, the convex sky, 'The flowers and the beasts in the.meadow Seemed happy even as 1, " " .Aad I stretched my hands t the meadow, o me oira, iae cease, tne tree; . "Why are ye all so happy P I cried, and they answered ma. What caye&t thou, oh meadow, ' That Btretcheet so wide, eo far, That none can say how many .. Thy misty marguerites are? " .. ' And what my ye, red roses, , "That o'er the tao-blanched wail , " ; From yoarbIa black-shadowed trellis Lite flam or blood-drops fallf V "We ave borp, we are reared, and we linger - . A various space, and die. We dream, and are bright and happy, ' But we cannot answer why.". What sayest thou, oh shadow, ; That from the dreaminj hUI . '", ; "Liest so sharp and still? ' And thou, oh murmuring brooklet, , .' ' Whereby in the noonday gleam . . , ' The loosestrife burns like ruby, . . fndtllebrIlcilisters dream JHWJP6born, we are reared, and we . J IT hneer' . ' Avarious space and die; We dream, and ace very happy, But we cannot answer why." And then of myself I questioned, - ' That like a ghost the while Stood from me and calmly answered ' With alow and carious smile; ' "Thou art born as the flowers and wilt linger Thine own short space and die; Thou dreamst and art strangely happy, But thou canst not ap"wer why." ; A.rch. Lampman, in Youth' t Companion. The, Storv of a Mortgage. : r. liT LEItOY ARMSTRONG. in tne nrst piace, tne montage never should have been made. . Ben Morgan was one of your "active taen," one of the class termed "hus. tiers" in these years of , new word 'coin- logs. . He was in some regards a brill iant man. People said he could make money at anything. He bad no regular business aside from the farm, but he was thrifty, alert and fortunate. Sometimes lie had thousands of dollars on hand; sometimes he had to borrow. It was on . vmeof these latter occasions that he put the mortgage on the farm. ' It was the , first time he had ever done such a thing. Perhaps 'if Sam Morgan, his only son, who was away : at school in the- State University had not fallen .into trouble, the loan would never have been made. But it would have been better and kinder and wiser to have asked Sam to pay the ng. ; However, there was the mortgage, and there it had been since the fatal Novem- " ber 26,' 1886. Mrs. Morgan didn't really understand what it meant when she had signed the paper. She was suffering keenly,' as only a mother can, and silently, over the knowledge that Sam had been expelled. She knew very little of her husband's business. lie never talked of it much, to her or aqy one. She never knew what he did with the " money, but she knew by bis sleeplessness, by his evident mood of apprehension, by. . the puzzled expression, by the sobered face, and finally by the hopeless return one night, that (affairs- had not pros- 1 pered. . . She sat by his bedside that early win ter, she gave the medicine all through that season of illness, she followed him over the frozen ground when, they buried him in January. And then she came home and tried to take up his burden in addition to her , . ownJ , v ' ' ' - . Fanny was eighteen, and almost out of high school. , Madge was three years younger and would not be consoled. Allan was twelve, and resolute to-help his mother.. . '; ,. :. l?ircf cVi . e"1 rl 41ia nrtnv nan frlia r t j - - - ..tn rw-tnr'n hill, and Funnn wflVlrod in tnarn eth morning and ' home each night. Then she sold some of the cattle, for the feed was running short as the spring ap proached! Then she rented most of the fields, for Allan was too small to farm. -But the men, " ho gave her "one third in the field," seemed to take a very large two-thirds for themselves. kApd it was not easy to meet the constant claims which came up against the estate , during that.'first year. She wondered that her husband had left - nothing, and fully believed the time would come when some one - would find a fortune , stowed away and waiting for her. V ? Fanny, began teaching school in the ' spring of '87, but the pay was small, and the girl was away from home so much. ' How. the widow's heart hungered for her children: for a little of the comfort that had gone out of her life when that strong man laid down and died. -Madge grew restless in the loose re etraint, and troubled the mother not a .little. Allan worked lik a Trojan in the garden and the orchard.' If it had not bef h for the interest, she would h, yj gotten along Very well. "But there ' before her, less than four years away ,now, was tha. impending mortgage, and nothing' on earth, unless it were the hidden treasure, could ever vanquish it. ' . N w Bo one year grew into two; and two into three; and three years finally added to tnemselves a fourth. Fanny was a 6trong woman now. She had found her footing, and the world did not daunt her. She had ptc?en her worth, fchi her services were rewarded, Madgt had never attempted high school. The walk was too long", and besides, her mother could not consent to lose her. Allan had saved a little, and had developed some of his father's talent for trading. The sheep and the calves naa grown into money. IIo had made more money with them.' Faanv had finished her school, and the three chil dren were sitting with their mother about the fire in the 'evening. "We have just managed to live And keep up the interest,'; said Mrs. Mor gan. "Nd one but a widow can know how the farm is stripped when the good man dies. "But we have always held tdgether, ana we are veiy happy," said large hearted Fanny.. . vii is wasn i tot tne mortgage we would get along all right," said Allan. "But the mortgage. is there," sighed motner. "vve cannot meet it in. any way I can see, and next j ear we must lose the farm." 'Seme one is coming," said Madge. The dog began barking in a most for bidding way. He tempered the threat. ening tone little by little, and; presently they knew by the rapping of his tail on the kitchen door that he knew the vis itor and would welcome him. . . It, was 'Squire Folkstone. . "I thought I would call a minute," said the farmer. He never tailed unless the quarterly interest were due, and the widow was by no means sure bis visit portended pure kindness. She remem bered how her husband had scorned the slow, scheming old man. ' "I just wanted to say a word about cutting down trees m the woods," he continued, turning to Allan. "What about it?" asked he young man. Allan was taller and heavier than 'Squire Folkstone.' His mother noted that with pride as she watched him front ing the money-lender. Well, ', you know I hold a mortgage on the farm, and every stick of timber is worth something," -j ; ".Yes, but we have to have fire wood. H "And you could get fire wood without picking out the best red-oak trees, couldn't you? I was walking through the - woods the other day, and I noticed whenever you cut down a tree you al ways cut down the finest one. Now," of course, you can't expect' to pay that mortgage next year. The farm will naturally fall to me, and I have a right to see that you don't damage me." , u There was a moment of very painful silence. It was the heaviest cross the widow had had to bear. She could not truly hope to pay off that awful mort gage. The possible fortune that Ben Morgan might have left seemed never forthcoming. She had done the very best she could. So had her children. She thought of Sam, long since lost sight of, and wished he were here to protect his mother and save the heritage of her children. : , ; ' Allan ; seemed struggling with a pas- sion too great for his untrained control. ; Presently he said? - "What business had , you in ths woods?" t 4 ' ' "Well, I had a right to see that my property was not " - "But this isn't your property," pro tested Allan. "But it will be,", said the 'squire, lift ing his eyebrows and smiling a very hard smile at the young man. , "But it won't be," retorted Allan. We are going to pay that mortgage when it is due. Now, don't let me hear of you on this farm again till your claim is due. I guess I will go a little farther You came here with a mean purpose to night. I guess this house is too small for you and the rest of us. You get out! Get out; 'Squire Folke tone?" "Allan" protested Mother Morgan, but ber heart darned with the proud cer tainty that he was justified. "What why," began the 'squire, rising in something like fear; for the youth was angry and very strong. "Go out, I tell you. Go, or . I will" He did not need to finish the threat. The justice started to his feet, felt be hind him for the latch, opened the door in a bewildered fashion, passed out so hurriedly that the dog sounded another threatening bark, and so escaped to the highway. . "Now, what shall we do?" asked tim orous Madge. ' . "Do just what I said," replied Allan; "pay the mortgage." "But, my son, we have nothing to pay it with," said the widow. She was full of misgivings after all. "We will have' said Allan. Then they began planning. ' Fanny would draw no more money till the end of the winter term. ' It would be a little inconvenient, but Allan would take the eolts and drive over after her every Fri day night, and take her back to the school every Monday morning. Madge would help mother as she never had helped before, and Allan would sell all the stock that could safelj be spared and fit the farm for working as soon as spring opened. "I do wish Sam were here," said mother. T "Sam will bo here wheu the mort gage is paid and will help us celebrate," said hopeful Allan. "I am glad we kept the two lower fields last fall and sowed them in wheat." So day followed day, and the frost of winter melted into the veins of spring "Goin to be most too wet to plant corn in that field," said f )quire Folk stofl cheerfully, leaning"vver the fence . Where Allan was heaping brush on a patch of hew ground. ''Well, uiebby, mebby," replied the young man. "It does look cloudy now, that's a fact' ; . But he did not desist from his work ing. ' ' ':.'" V' - 'Goin to -plow up that (all wheat, ain't you?" persisted the money-lender "No; why?" "'Cause it's Winter killed,',' replied the 'squire. "It never can makeand with all this wet weather agin' itnowk", Allan was by no means sure; Boys do not watch tho seasons: But there was one thing that armed him. It w&s hope. He never flinched for a moment. He did the best he could, and counted on fortune to favor him. She did seem inclined to smile, for in spite of the rainy February and the cold March, the wheat came up splendidly. In spite of the threatening , drouth through April, the corn ground broke up in the best of shape, aad about the middle of the month Allan came ; in at night and reported the fields veady for planting. . ' " 'Squire Folkstone says it is too dry to plant,'; said Madge. "He called me to the fence and told me so this after noon when he was going home from town." - .. .... .. . . ,: , 1 Well j we'll plant to-morrow just the Eame," said resolute Allan. "And we'll want all the help you people can give us." He was filled with the zest of ac tion, encouraged by the crown of man hood he ; knew he was earning. . His sleep was so sound up there in the little bedroom under . the roof. The night fled away with such unlimping thread. The morning came with such . brimming goblets of life in its hands. Allan was up very early. It was to be his first crop of corn. - : That day was worth a fortune to the Morgan farm. It was not alone the proof of Allan's manliness, it was the proof of Fanny's strength. " She had driven horses ever since she was a little girl. She knew they could not afford to hire a man. So she shaded her face in asunbonnet and mounted the driver's seat of the corn planter. She drove all day through that . sultry' sun, closing her lips and turning her eyes from the clouds of dust that rose repeat edly. Allan sat there behind her, silent, grim, . determined, throwing tne lever forward and back and dropping the chosen grains exactly in -crosses. Madge brought them a luncheon and a mug of cold milk when the forenoon had half vanished. She and mother planted the corn in the new ground, where the checkrower, would not work. Allot that day, nearly all of the next, and then the planting was done. Allan took a gallon of grain from the sack at the end of the field and planted it all in a "king-hill." "That's for good luck" ho . said. "Fanny, you're . worth as much as man." . '. "Thank you," said Fanny, as she looked at ber tortured hands. She was really very tired. "Too bad to lose all your seed that way." called 'Squire Folkstone, while Allan was busy about the barn at the close of . the day. "See that moon? Goin' to have two weeks of dry weather. Besides, no one ever ought to plant corn in the first quarter." .The boy did not answer. ? - The next morning: was Sunday. Allan was roused by the rolling: of thunder. He was lulled to sleep again by the soothing cound of rain. He only waked an hour afterward when his mother called him. "And the corn is all in I" she added thankfully. 'Squire Folkstone was willing to ad mit that Allan had been favored of the weather in the matter of corn, but he had plenty of time to prove that this rain was the worst possible thing on wheat. "That long dry spell filled it with fly, and if any of it misses the fly this rain will fill it with rust," he said. "And if it comes to a good harvest it will . fill you with disappointment." laughed the young man. All through the months of summer and autumn it seemed .the God of the widow and the fatherless smiled upon them. All through the season when the sun above and the earth below, when the dews of night and the winds of dawn were pouring their treasures into the ears of corn and the heads of wheat, it seemed that a greater hand was doing the work, that a greater hand had phnnecL Never in all the years of his crabbed life had old 'Squire Folkstone seen such wheat as the harvester found on the Morgan farm. Never in the memory of the neighbor hood had such giant stalks' born such massive ears of corn. ' Never had the orchard swung, such luscious treasures above a sod so fragrant. And never had the humbler crops of berries, plants and potatoes so richly rewarded industry. But these neighbors will long remem ber that Fanny Morgan did many a hard day's ' work outdoors. They will - not soon forget the sight of tender Madge struggling bravely, if not quite effec tively, with burdens that a man might have wearied under. 1 And none of them can overlook the 'tedions days when mother added her strength," that had never before been tested so roughly, to the efforts of her children.' As to Allan,'! he found his abundant reward. The crops had prospered mightly. - His resolution, taken without the aid of horoscope for the future or experience for the past,' had. been . vin dicated. The summer was over, the harvest was ended, and they have beeu saved. This is a simple story. ,It is the story of a year just ended, the story of a season when the gathered sunshine of seventy two consecutive days have heaped their golden treasures in .our land. It might be easy to bring back that prodigal son at the last day of grace, , supplied with Ben Morgan's missing treasure and let him lift the mortgage that no ; hand at home could manage It might be easy td draw upon the undepteted Stores of the improbable But it is much nearer the truth to say that these four helped themselves, and then God filled the measure of their needs. t 77m Voice; . Lieutenant Draro's Iiidia:is. There is a company of cavalry at Fort Niobrara, commanded by Lieutenant Dravo, of which he is very proud. " , "On the 21st da; of April," said the officer, "I completed ths enlistment of the fifty-five Indians in my company. An Indian is more easily enlisted into the cavalry, because he is allowed a horse." . "His own pony?" - ' . . . "N04 he must be mounted upon a horse as the other civalry soldiers are." ' - "Do you find it difficult to discipline the Indians?" "Not at all; They obey Orders better tha white men, and you should see the imprdvemsQt in them: The' comparison between the Inc&u soldier and their re latives at the agency is most favorable to the soldier. An Indian, while he is not round-shouldered, leans forward and bends his knees, but six! months' 'setting-up' drill has changed all this materi ally. Ten of my men are from the Car lisle School in Pennsylvania, " and the junior corporal is a son of the famous Two Strikes. We have a school in the garrison and they are at present learning the alphabet. It is hard for them, too, but they are very much in earnest and learn readily. I promised them when they enlisted that they should be as fully equipped as the white . soldiers, and . I have just returned from a nine days' trip around the reservation, in which they proved my words good to their relatives and friends." . . "How did you induce ' them to iut their hair?" "It is funny about that. I toli them they could have no uniforms until they were clean and their hair cat. This was Saturday; if they were ready, they could don their uniforms Monday morning. Sunday the whole day was spent in bathing, six at a time, and , on Monday morning the entire company reported, clean and with hair cut. I explain to them their orders. They wish sincerely to learn the white man's way,; and, as I said before, are the most earnest workers imaginable." , r "j v v i Lieutenant Dravo is in Omaha - under orders to be consulted upon army mat ters. . He is enthusiastic upon the Indian question, and personally cares for the men. Omaha World-HemM. : Limit of Vision. . 1 A well-known and popular journal of science published the following just af ter the. close of the Egyptian war of "An interesting experiment in helio graphy, or signalling by sunshine, was successfully made in Egypt during the recent campaign. Colonel Keyser as cended .one of the Pyramids near Cairo, and by means of a heliographic mirror reflected ' a ray of sunshine to Alexan dria,120 miles away. At that great dis tance the signals, appearing like pin points of brightness, were ascertained to be a message from Sir Garnet Wolseley to the Khedive." . . Professor N. B. Webster, in comment ing on the above, says:; ."The remark able point in this statement is that the rays of sunlight, if seen from the earth's surface by those at Alexandria, must have been curved or bent from a tan gent, or else the pyramid climbed by Colonel Keyser was at least one mile and four-fifths in height. The fact is that from the top of the highest of the pyra mids the limit of vision fixed by the ro tundity of the earth is about twenty- seven miles. If two pyramids were each 480 feet high and sixty miles apart, their bases having a geodetic level, the bright est light at the top of one would be in visible from the top of the other. In popular histories of the Seven Wonders of the .World read that the Pharos, the first lighthouse, couli bo seen at a dis tance of 100 miles. In order for this to have been possible the Pharos must have been about a mile and a quarter in height. St. Louu Republic., Coke Made by Nature. A seam of natural coke, closely resem bling the manufactured article, has re cently been discovered in New South Wales at the Bull Pa33 coal mines. The coal measure at this point covers an area of about 550 acres and is six feet in thickness. . The upper half of this seam . is coal of a character differing but little from the ordinary Australian, coals, while the lower portion of the measure is a natural coke. The junction of the coal and coke is clearly de lined and can be traced all through the workings, . This natural coke h slightly heavier than the manufactured artie'e, contains slightly less fixed carbon, but a much smaller quantity of ash and a lower per centage of sulphur.' This natural coke burns -without smoke aad can be mined for much less than the cost of manu factured coke.' Philadelphia liecord. Every teacher who has tau?ht in the public schools of. Sweden five years or more receives a pay of at least $139 a year. BUDGET OF FUN: HU310ROUS . SKETCHED frROAi VARIOUS SOURCES. , An Awful Warning A Dainty Dog Didn't Know How to Apply It A Social Catechism Kather Stale Bread, Eta lie didn't read the papers for they hadn't any news; At least,- they didn't coincide with his es pecial views, And when he cams to town one day, with - criticism rips, 1 He climbed to an electric lams to light bis ancient pipe: He hadn't read the papers but be knew jusc what was best', He simply touched the wires and the fluid did the rest. - Weekly Journalist DAINTY DOS. Tramp "Say, guv'n'r, will yer dog bite me?" Owner "Not he. He's very particu lar what he eats." Judge. MIX AND MONET. , "Money talks," remarked the rich Mr. Smart'cllique to a young woman late one eveningi "It goes Sometimes, too,' she replied, and he didn't Understand Detroit Fret Preu. didh't know how to apply rr. Lady (to rheumatic old woman) "I am sorry you should suffer so yow should try electricity." Old Woman "Thank you kindly, cam. Be I to swallow it or rub it in?" Teste Siftxnqt. A SOCIAL Oh.?.CCHI63r. : "And what do you mean by a wise man?" "One who can do without the world.44 "And by a fool?" "One who fancies that the world can not do without him." Judqt. HIS VICTOR? W01T Returned Tourist "Is Mr. doodheart still paying attention to your daughter!1 "Indeed he isn't paying her any atten tion at all." : , ' -. Indeed I Did he jilt her?" "No. he married her.' St. Louu Siar-Bayingt. , SEB WAS PERENNIAL. ' . "Mrs. Trotter," quoth Mr. T., "you remind me of certain flowerg by your di rect oppositeness to' them." : "Wha-what do you mean, sir?" "I refer, madam, to those dainty flow ers that always shut up at sunset." Harptr'e Bazar. AN ANGLOMANIAC. Morrison "I hear Stivey met the Prince, last summer." Jansen "Yes." . Morrison "What did Stivey say to him?" , Jansen "Apologized' for being an American." Life. ' RATHER STALE BREAD. Mrs. Slim Diet "The boarders are coming in. Cut the bread, Matilda." Miss Slimdiet "Ma, I saw in a so ciety paper to-day that bread should be broken, not cut." Mrs. Slimdiet "That's the style now, eh! Very well. Where's the ax!" Good News. johnny's poor luck. - -"Well, johnny, what are you thankful for?" asked the invited guest. "NuthinV said the boy, "I 'ain't had any luck this year. On'y had one cold all the . fall, V that wasn't bad enough to keep me out of school more'n a day. My chum's had the mumps, 'n' has been out three weeks." Battr. A TOCCH OLD SPONGE. - Uncle Joe (on his second eight-month visit to Johnny's house) "Johnny, stop pinching your uncle. What are you up to, you little raseal I" Johnny "Why, ma said y6u were a regular sponge, and I was pinching you to see if you would squeeze up like my sponge that I bought down (town."- Pharmaceutical Journal. HE FOLLOWED INSTRUCTIONS, Lawyer "Now, sir, listen to me, and please give straightforward answers. You say you drove a baker's cart!" "No, I did not." "Do you mean to tell me you do not crive a baker's cart?" "No, sir." "What do you do, then?" , "I drive a horse." London Til-Bits. W ANTED A HEAD PUT ON HIM. An old man with a head as destitute of hair as a watermelon, entered a Man hattan ateniie- drug-stdrV and told the clerk be wanted a bottle of hair restorer. 1 Wbatkiadof hair restorer do you prefer?" '" ' - ')'- "I reckon HI have to take a bottle of red hair restorer.- That was the color it used to be when I was a boy." Texas Sittings. ; ' :" . THESE W-EVER 'IMPROMPTUS, ," Bulfinch- "That .was .a wonderfully clever speech that jour, husband', jut made; and he tells me it was entirely impromptu." Mr. Wooden "Oh, yes quite so. Bulfinch "It is marvelous that he)' could do so well when he looks so tired." Mrs. Wooden "Well, I should think he might look tired; he sat up all night thinking what he'd say." Boston Cou riert ; ' .-. '" . V;! WHY HE WAS SO OENEROC8. . - Mrs. Grayneck "Johnny, I am very glad to see that you gave your sister the largest half of your apple." - . 1, Johnny VYes'm, I was very glad to give it to her." - ' Mrs. Grayneck "My little son, you do' not know how it delights me to hear you say so." , , - Johnny "Yes'm; there was a big worm hole in that ' half." Boton Cou rier ' ' ' ' A QUICK CURE. Wagg "It's too bad about the girl that jumped off the Washington Monu ment, isn't it?" Wooden "Why, what did she jump off for?" ' " Wage "Why, you see she was very r thin." t Wooden "What had that to do with it?" V Wastct "Whv. she thousht she'd come down plump." Bctton Courier, ; THEY AGREED." . ' Capitalist "My letting of the job for 1 putting up that building, sir, . will de pend on circumstances. I want to know whether you and I agree on the proper limit as to hight." , - . r' Architect and Jiuilder "l nave ait -yavs had decided views on that Bubiect, , May I ask how high a building you con-' template peUing upi "Seventeen stories, sir." . (With much firmness)-"In my opln- ion, sir, the limit for a building of this class should be seventeen stories."-- Chicago Tribune. ' . CHEAPER IN THE END. (," S.oisilon "So you are not going to. housekeepiag when you get married?" ) De Boarder "No. We shall take board for a year." f n "Isn't that rather an extravagant way to begin?" ' - ' l "Notatall. X desire my wife to study i economy of my landlady. Then we willi start housekeeping,' and I will makehert an allowance of as much a we ek as we! paid for beard." " "What do you think will be the rs-f. suit!" J "Well, by the time we are old she; ought to have about a million." jYo f Tork Weekly. . v STILL GOINu. . : One day a Lie broke out ef its inclos,-; ure and started to travel." And the man who owned the Premises j saw it after it had started and was sorry ! he had not made the inclosure Lie-tight, i So he called his swiftest Truth and I said: '- ' ' ' "A Lie has got loose and will do much 1 mischief if it is not stopped. I warrt you to go after it and bring it back or. kill 1 it!" ; So the swift Truth started, out after'-. the Lie. y ,' But the Lie had one Hour the Start. . 1 At the end of the ftet Day the Lie was i going Lickety-spht. . me xrucn was at long way behind 16 ana was getting! Tired. . t It has not yet caught up. . ' , . And never will. Chicago Tribune.1 . " "-1 ' HE WANTED IT LIVELY. ;v He was an old bachelor looking for ! beard. ." " -. . ' ' "Is it pretty lively here?" he asked, as the landlady was showing him about, j "I should lust say it was. .Now, it you take this room there's a man and his 1 wife on the neht. . They re always quar-1 reling, and you can hear every word that ! is said."- : ' "; v,- "That must be interesting." "And on the left there's a young man that is learning to play the cornet. He practices half the time. And the family) across the hall have a melodeon. I have t a piano myself, and a girl upstairs Is learn- ing the violin. . I thins you win nna it lively here." ' . ; But he said if there wasn't a xylophone and a calliope in the house he .wouldn't! take the room. He was afraid he would I be lonesone. Detroit Free Press. ,s Petticoats First Worn by Men. It 4s a remarkable fact that the petti- j ccatwas first worn by men, and that; even in this age and generation men are loth to discard its : flowing - drafrv. 1 When Henry VIII. went to meet Aaos of Cleves he was habited, we read, "in a) coat of velvet, somewhat made like a) frocke, embroidered all over with flatted j gold of damask e, with small lace mixed between, of the same gold, and other! laces of the same going traversewise,that the Ground little appeared ; and in a de-' script ton of a similar garment belonging to hit father, Henry VII., we road of its being decorated with bows . of ribbon, j quite as a belle of the present day would; adorn a ballroom, dress. Glasgow Ber-'-all. . ' ' Fishermau'a Luck. Abner Wilson, a farmer who lives ear St. Joseph, Mo., went fishing the other day with a seine in the creek that runs near his home. , Finding' something dragging heavily at the seine, he got into the water and pulled up an old coffee jtot, which, upon examination, proved to con tain $671) in cold coin, nane of a later coinage than 1857. iVw Orleans Pici- yune. . ' .
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