"FOR GOD, FOR' COUXTRY AND FOR TRUTH"
TV. 'Fletcher Ausbon, Editor
PLYMOUTH, .N. 0, FRIDAY, MARCH 31, 1803.
NO. 42.
VOL. IV.
Published by Roanoke Publishing Co.
: HIDDEN TKlWCra.
the heart of the stone ''.
' The statue is hiding;
' 'But this secret it shown
Prom' the heart of the stone,
To the sculptor alone, -
, '' That Is worth the oonudingt
a 1 In the heart of the stone
. , The statue is hiding.
: In the leares of the rose
A romance is in waiting;
, TiUhe scmmsr wind blows " '
' Trom the leares of the rose
To the page of pure prose,
' ' What's so well worth relating:
In the leares of the rose i
f A romance is in waiting.
In the air all around
A coy song is delaying; -There's
a faint sighing sound
" In the air all around
And sweet lore-words abound,
Bidden musio betraying:
' In the air all around
' A coy song is delaying.
In the heart of the sea '
There's a symphony slesplng;
, There is wafted to me
V From the heart of the sea ,
A divine melody, r
Mingled' laughter and weeping '
. In the heart of theses
:, There's a symphony sleeping. ;
In this commonplace age
Liresthe hero obsourely; '.
'But the elements rage
In this co union-place age
And Death flings down his gae, '
. In the end quite as surely;
In this common-plaoe: age
' ' .- "Jies the hero obscurely, .
, - : m .
In this world of the mart
'- , . Rises sometimes a poet;
All uaeoviei his part ,
In this world of the mart, "
For he labors for art:
'V,
But the world will not know
In this world of the mart
None ths less thrive the poor.
E. C. Uardozs, in Home and Country.
A BASKET OF ROSES.
m JEAN MtDDLVttASS.
J HERE!"
1 1 " In ' a tone hall
umphant. which
'spoke volumes. . .
..Tbe speaker 'was a
'girl on. the verge of
womanhood, a bru
nette, tall, lithe and
piquant looking. ,
As she gave utterance to this, express
Ive monosyllable' she set down on the
table such a lovely basket of roses that
lae whole air of the room' was at once
filled with,' their fragrance and their
.beauty; " 7
' Near the table, embroidering fleursde
ljs on a white satin; ground,' sat another
and a fairer girl,, far more regularly
beautiful ; a Saxon blonde. Nora Tre
herne had none of the piquancy of tjie
U J 1 .Li. T -M. .
uiuvr aim iuur uaugmy jjuiis. .
Sho raised her eyes from her em
broidery and gazed on the roses with
pleasure. ... . .
, "Oh, Lolla, how lovely I Where did
you get them! Did one of your nu
merous admirers.geod them to youP -f
One of yours, you moan."
$ "Howralnel"
' "Look at this note fastened with a
silver cord to the handle, 'For Miss Tre
heme from Sir Reginald Breton.' w
, The tone was still triumphant even
though Nora's fair cheek bleached to a
fleadly pallor JM'ihe heard it.
.; Peggie Breton sending roses to Lolla I
Envy and jealousy were by no means
rices in which Nora habitually indulged,
but the one human1 being she had ap
propriated for her own was Reggie
Breton, and 'she , thought that he loved
: She did not utter a sound, but tried
vainly to ply her needle as though sho
were totally unconcerned. She ; would
not f o' the worfd tiaVe Lolla see' how
troubled she was. '. . . . t
Meanwhile Lolla had opened the note
on the exterior ot which these words
were written, and was pursuing it with
such delight that she saw" naught of
what was written on heriister'a face.1 :
, Having drunlc.in 'with) avidity every
word the letter contaiaed, she tossed it
to Nora. 1 , . ;.
4So he has at last asked me to be his
wife tardy, halting lover though he
has been, I daresay he will not on that
account make a worse husband than
other men. Shy men are not my prefer
.c, but to beLady Breton, with five
thousand a yqar is something to set
against shyness;" ,
r s x
There was a pause, during wuiuu buo
smelt the roses'; i at last she turned
around. "
Whatl not a word of coEratulation,
grudge me my happiness. Think, child,
too, what a good thing it will be for
you. IIow I can, take you outwhat
presents I can give you.
J Then Nora struggled with' the voice
that was barely at command, and said,
"I am glad you should be happy,- Lolla,
but I do not want to go out more than
I dp now,or to have any, presents from
,- 'Xou odious little thing! How proud
you are. Well, I'll keep my pretty
gifts for ; those ' who' appreciate them
Only I hope you will be civil to Sir Reg
gie when he comes, and not treat him to
any of your disagreeable airs." '
4 'I am going away to-morrow to stay
with Aunt Lou, so I am not likely to see
him for some time," almost . whispered
Nora.
' "A good thing, too. I shall have settled
everything by the time you come back.
Although Sir Reggie is a good match, 1
suppose there will , be some trouble.
Papa is like you; he always makes
difficulties where none exist, and as you
are his favorite daughter,- doubtless ha
will think you ought to be married first,
though I am the oldest." , '
' Nora did not answer. . She was ac
customed to Lblla's outbreaks, which
were generally as unjust as- they were
preposterous.
; In this instance, too, poor Noi a's
leart was too heavily wounded for, Jier
to have the courage to allude to het
pain; Lolla and Xtora Treherno were
the. two , daughters of a small country
squire of limited income. Their mother
had died when the girls were, very young
and they had been brought up in a rathel
haphazard fashion, with nothing but
their own instinct to guide them.
. Lolla made a ' friend of everybody,
while Nora, erring in a different direc
tion made no friends at all f that is, she
never confided the secrets of her own
little world. ''
She was all packed up ready to go to
Clifton where Aunt Lou lived early on
the morrow. Thus, to her intense relief,
she 'would avoid a meeting" with her
sister's declared loVer, whom, in writ
ing her acceptance, of her suit, Lolla had
begged to come over to- luncheon on tbe
following day. . . .
' Never before had she felt so thankful
as when the train that was bearing her
from her homo glided out of the sta
tion. ; .
? Aunt Lou lived in a pretty house near
the Suspension Bridge, ani there Nora
strove hard to- think that she liked the
work she was called upon to do, and
was content and at peace. If only sae
could got off their wedding; if she could
go back to her home and find Lolla
married and installed as mistress in Sir
Reignald's house she would then be able
to face life bravely.
Meanwhile she had a ": month's re
prieve. . ,' . , ,
Poor little Nora sho had no combative
powers; resigned to her fate she had left
the coast absolutely clear, and when Sir
Reggie Breton arrived at the Squire's
house to luncheon,, it was to . find Lolla
alone in the drawing room awaiting him,
and the basket , of roses, still in the
zenith of their beauty, placed in a most
conspicuous position.
He looked rcund with a bewildered
air, as if he did not wholly comprehend
the situation; but then' he was, so shy, '
what else could be 'expected?
. ''So good of you to send those lovely
roses they are divine. So like you to
remember one's pet flowers and put tbe
sentiments that accompanied them so
tenderly and prettily."
The flowers ah, yes, the Cowers I
have seen them .all grow, and Simpson
knows how to arrange them," said Sir
Reggie, still looking about the room
with an uncomfortable hesitation of man- 1
ner. ; . ; 1 ' t
. "Your sister," he asked at last, 'your
sister likes these flowers." .
"My sister thought them lovely. She
has gone on' a visit to Aunt Lou at
Clifton-, she went yesterday."
',. "She saw the flowers and went."
Lo(la nodded her head.
4 Ah I" mutteredshortly by oir Reggie,
and then a long pause.
Even Lolla was nonplussed, and began
to think there must be some missake. '
0b, I see yes, she thought "
What she thought he did not say, per
haps he did not know; at all events, he
was too shy to express it 5
- Lolla, however, was not afflicted with
diffidence, and as this big fish was wrig
gling at the end of her line, she intend
ed to land it, if possible.
!rSho thought, I suppose," she went
on, still laughing a littlo restraineiW,,
"that you and I could eattlo, arrange-
' "Exactly. Yet X do not quttetsee why
she should go away Perhaps jdt would
be better if I came again aao&er day,"
4 4 Certainly not. ' Papa expjedta you to
luncheon, and afterward you lean hava a
nice long talk with him, and) after the
talk you can come and sit ' infthe garden
with me."
They went into luncheon. The Squire
was aggressively hospitable dn'vhia efforts
to set Sir Reggie at his ; ease, for he was
welt aware of the Baronet's 'proclivities,
which he by no means ksasened by hts
tremendous attempts to 44drawhiro out."
Eventually, the two menadjouriied to
the smoking room, whore LoQa had or
dered coffee and where she would cer-s
talnly have made a third party but' for
tbe important issue that aha hoped would
be the result of their conversation. .
Not that she felt, by any means, as
assured about the future as she-had been
before Sir Reggie arrived that morning.
He was so strange, so undecided, that it
would not surprise her if he did " not
peak to ner father at all, end if heniid,
what would he ' sayf And- Lolla grew
white and faint from a ' sudden . pain
which this query seemedmnexpectedly to
have brought her. ' . . .
Gould it be possible after all that it
was Nora he lovedf Had she,. the infal
lible Lolla, made a mistake! She took
out the note and read it once more.
No, it was addressed and written to
her; there could be no mistake. Yet
why was he so anxious to have iNora
there! She supposed ' he wanted tha
little sister to back him up.
The interview in - the smoking (room
was a long one, and the farther it, was
protracted the more anxious Lollagrew.
At last the clock struck 4; if she had
not feared to be thought s isnmalidenly
she would have gone into the smoking
room and broken up the ccnclawe, so
impatient had she become, when aie saw
her father coming toward the? house
from a totally opposite 4 direction and,
alone. .
"Has Sir Reggie gone!" flheasked J as
soon as her father , was near, enough to
hear.
"Yes, I have just unlocked the pad
dock gate for him. It is a much, short
er walk that way."
Lolla could contain herselfmo longer.
"You have not refuse! your .coasentt to
the marriage, papa!"
"Not a bit of it, not a bit of it,fchild.
On the contrary, I have told him .I shall
be proud to have him for a son-in-law."
''Then why on earth has he gone
away!" , "
"Why should he stay! He is going to
Clifton by the evening train, I believe!"
To Clifton!"
Well, isn't Nora there!", ,
"Nora! You mean that Sir Reggie
wants to marry Nora!" '
The Squire looked at her father com
ically, then burst out laughing. His
nature was somewhat coarse. .
"By Jove, and you thought Breton
wanted to marry you! By the stars, but
here is a , blessed imbroglio quite a
"family drama 1" ' And the Squire set up
another discordant peal. .
"If he wishes to marry Nora, wny aia
he write to pie!", asked Lolla, angrily, '
taking Sir 'Reggie's letter from her
pocket and handing it to her father. -
He read It through from ena to ena,
becoming more serious as he did ao.
"A manly, straightforward letter; yes,
. . . L t t.
as I said before. I atn proua oi mm. xie
will mate little Nora a good husband."
"Straightforward, you call it, to write
to me when he means Nora! ,
"It is alt your own fuUi Lolla, and
the less you say about it the better."
44My fault, indeed I"
41 Yes. you are always trying to ad
vance yourself and thrust Nora into the
shade. It all came out during my taiK
with Breton." . .
"I don't in the least know what yoa
mean.
4 'No. of course not," and the Squire
sneered. ' " You quite forget that you
told Breton Nora was older ; than you."
Lolla hung her head. She remem
bered now, how, some weeks ago, in a
foolish, thoughtless moment, she had
made this false statement to Sir Rsggie,
and she skulked away Into the house to
hide her confusion and bitter annoyance.
She sat down to contemplate the un
pleasant knowledge that Sir Reggie wa" i
on his way to Clifton, where in truw m
arrived that evening, but too late. to call ,
at Vhe pretty house opposite the Suspen
sion Bridge.
' IIi did'the next best, however; he put
up at, aa hotel lo33 by, and then won
It might just be possible that he
would meet the fair object of hit devo-.
tion. ' - ' ' v;. . :' ;
Nor was he destined again to be dis
appointed; there she was sitting under a
tree, reading dreaming, rather.
She started up in a fright waen she
saw Sir Reggie and exclaimed :
"You here tell me, what Is it! Is
there anything wrong at home!" '
-; "What should be wrong, sweei Nora!
Why should I not come to see yoi?
There is nothing wrong bus a mistake,"
he went on, sitting down beside her.
."My basket of roses was given to'your
sister, but they were intended for. you."
"I am-not Hiss Treherne," she said
quietly. -
"No that was the mistake I made
will you forgive it!"
; Sir Reggio Breton was too loyal to im
plicate Lolla, though from . his conversa
tion with her father both the men
fully understood how the error had come
about.
"Forgive it, yes but do L look so
old!"
"No, you look much the younger of
the two, only . But I feel so ashamed
of what has happened that it is painful
to me to talk of it."
"Then let us talk of something else."
"Of my love for you and your love for
me; shall it be so, fair one?"
4If you will;", and she looked down
with a blush. New York Advertiser.
A Great Desert North f Chicago.
Within a hundred miles of Chic io
begins a tract of 7,000,000 acres of lanl
absolute ly worthless in its present con.
dition. It extends across Michigan from
Grand Rapids to Saginaw, but in the
great desert of sand there Is occasionally
an oasis covered with hardwood timber.
Lumbermen have cleared the vast tract
of its growth of pine and now nothing
but stumps remain to show that the soil
has ever been able to produce vegeta
tion. , "
Men who owned the land before it had
been cleared of its timbers have refused
to pay the taxes its ownership Imposes,
and now the title to4 the property is held
hy the State subject to transfer to . any
one willing to pay the accrued taxes.
Representative A. T. Linderican , of
Whitehall, Mich., who was recently at
the Palmer House, claims that he knows
a system of : cultivation by which these
lands can be made fertile. " While this
tract of land is, in its present condition,
practically worthless," said Mr. Llnder
man, "it is a burden to the people' who
pay annually large sums of money to
clerks who transcribe the delinquent tax
lists. Under the present arrangement '
this work must necessarily be carried on
indefinitely. Now tbe bill I propose to
introduce will' by its enactmentstop this.
The lands will be offered for, sale by a
board of commissioners. Under ' the
provisions of the bill the money realized
will be used for the establishment and
maintenance of an experimental station
to educate the holders of ' these lands in
its cultivation. It has been proved by
tests that the land can biilled by a aim.
pie method that can bo explained to the
purchasers very briefly tand through the
experimental station bgher cultivation
can be obtained. I fully believe that in
this way this hitherto .useless land can
be made productive J and valuable'1
"lt-1 ' TT IJ ' '
wuicago ieraiu.
A Harts's Expresiltnjaf Grief.
A horse not only sheds tears undei
the emotion of grief, but in moments of
sadden or intolerable . anguish utters a
most melancholy cry. In one of Coop
er's Indian novels dramatic use is made
of the scream of : a wounded horse, and
Lord Erskine, in a speech made in the
House of Lords upon the bill for enforc
ing humanity towards animals, noticed
this remarkable fact. - An eye-witness
relates the following: 4On' the advance
to the heights of Alma, a battery of ar
tillery became exposed to the fire of", a
concealed Russian battery, and in the
course of a few minutes it was nearly de
stroyed, ' men and horses killed and
wounded, guns dismounted, and limbers
broken. On passing this wreck shortly
afterwards I observed a single horse still
attached and unhurt. By ita side on the
ground lay its late master, quite dead;
The poor brute had turned round as far
as possible towards him, with ite head to
the ground smelling the body, and there
MntMi tor flowing from jts eves;
It looked so like a human being in dire
S-;?,tresa that I could net forget the sad
ex. ..3Wi for several fcdays." Tit-Bu?,
FRONTIER JUSTICE,
HOW VARIOUS BAD MEX DIED
IN THE PA It WEST.
Tbp Leiral Killing of an Eijchtten.
Tear-Old CoyA Desperado's
' Quick ranlshment For.
an Awful Crime.
4jsT"I execution, legal or other
wise, ot any human being i3
certainly an interesting, al
though decidedly dolorous
subject," said an ex -United States
Deputy Marshal from Oklahoma. . "In
Western districts. Government Marshals,
men who do not value their own or
others' lives at a farthing when making
an arrest or trailing a criminal, shrink
back appalled at the bare idea of having
to 'pull a trap' at a legal execution. Jack
Still well, the oldest," most noted, and
desperate officer on the border, with a
record of over forty deaths to Sis ac
count, once said to me as we stood to
gether at the hanging of two Creek In
dian jnurderers ' at Wichita, Kan,..
" 4I have' pulled tbe trap at seventeen
executions, and I have never done s
without ' a feeling of horror and a de
iire to shirk my duty. I would willingly
forfeit three months' salary rather than
obey the mandate of the Court in this
particulars
As It was with Jack at this execu
tion, so it Is with a spectator, at least at
his first hanging. I remember distinctly
my original experience in this line. , It
was also at Wichita. An eighteen-yoar-
old boy, Lee Mosher, had been convict
ed of having deliberately planned iai
carried out the plan to kill a man when
only sixteen ' years of age. A large
stockade fifteen feet high had been
erected just outsidethe jail, and on the
morning of v the . execution a curious
crowd gathered' there with the morbid
desire to see the condemned boy as he
passed from the jail to the stockade an
nex. When the hour arrived for tht
execution the prisoner was taken froit
his cell into the jail, parlor, and there,
standing ghostly white but firm and
determined, the death warrant was read
to him. The Marshal reading the paper
broke down and sobbed like a child, the
prisoner's lips quivered painfully , for .s
moment, and all persons present brushed
the tears from their eyes as they followed
the officers and the boy from the build
ing and through a lane of aaxioui spec
tators into the door of the stockade.
The rabble saw the feeling that
animated the select few who followed the
boy and it was communicated to . them.
Perhaps there was not one in a hundred
but would have turned him free if they
could have done so. Numerous petitions
had been sent to President Cleveland, ,
but no reply had been received. V
'Once inside the stockade the door,
was shut and barred. The condemned
boy mounted the scaffold with a firm
step.' The noose and blackcap were ad
justed and the. trap .sprung. As the
body shot through the hole my knees i
almost gave way under me, and I heard
a great sigh of pity go up from those
around. Before we could recover from
the shock a thunderous rap came upon
the door and a thousand voices on the
outside shouted: v
A reprieve I a reprieve I Don't hang
that boy on your lives 1' ;
The officers turned pale, and the
spectators as they looked in fascinated
horror at the swaying, shivering body at
the end of the rope, gasped in horror.
Soma one opened the gate to admit the
messenger, and the mob outside saw the
dangling body. Then ascended a cry of:
f 'Lynch the officers. They hung
the boy after he had been reprieved.
The message, however, did not
prove to bo a reprieve, but was a nobice
that the President refused to interfere. ;
A border tragedy was thus narrowly
averted. I have never forgotten my
feeling of utter weakness and knee shak
ing as I experienced it then. .
'The next time I' saw a man hung
it was not a legal execution by any
means. I was doing newspaper work for
Eastern papers around the Oklahoma
country in 18S8, and while at Purceli I
had an experience that I don't care to
repeat in kind, . ;
"The place was filled up with strang
ers. The Santa Fe depot is down in the
valley near the South Canadian River,
and tbe town ft perched high up on a
projecting spur of tbe Arbuckle Moun
tains. 'During the months prior to the
opening of Ok.lab.orai. the river bottom
was one TO!: "i of wagoas, osen, horse9,
shows. Here you found the Buckeye
from Ohio, tbe Hoosier from Indiana,
the Sucker from Illinois, and representa
tives of other Eastern and Middle Statea
who had been lured out to this wilder
ness by glowing newspaper reports of
the new Ei Dorado. Of course, gamblers
of all descriptions abounded, from three-card-monte
and shell-game fakirs up to
the regulation keepers of a tiger den. (
"The ' 4 tough citizen also abounded. '
One evening as the train froai the south
drew up at the depota drummer stepped
on to tho platform wearing a stovepipe
hat. He was eyed curiously by the con
jjlomerated mass of humanity present,
but no one offered aoy reoiark until he
had almost reached a sta-je watch was
used to convey passengers up tha moun
tain to the Clifton House. Then n
brutal-looking, swaggering bad man'
pulled a revolver, and, ' laughing hoarae
Jy, said
Dont allow no sich hats hjar
His shot, instead Of piercing the tile,
went throusrh the stranger's head and
killed him. ; . ' ; '
44 'Lync'i the hound P and 'Cuss' his ,
hide, string him upP arose in fury on alt
sides.
"As the train pulled out of the depot'
. the passengers strained their eyes out of
the windows to watch a frantic mob as
it bore a struggling, swearing, praying,
crying,-hysterical wretch off toward a
lone tree on the river bank. 4Texas'
Kit, as the ruffian called himself, broke
down completely, r nil his cries and "
pleadings for mercy still ring in my ears.
He was swung off,' however, at tie end
pt a lariat, and his body remained swing
ing there as a warning to fools like him,
until a Marshal cut it down the next
evening. - .
Hanginp legally or even ordinary
lynching Is a comfortable death C3!B
pared to one I rritnessed in No Kan's .
Land four years- ago. I was r at Beaver
City when a desperado committed an
atrocious crime. Before he could be !
apprehended he fled.;- A , posse was or-
ganized and a rapid horseback pursuit
commenced. ; Soon the crowd. of yelling
avengers closed in on the1 victim, a dozen -snake-like
lasso coils went whirling and
, hissing through the air, and three reached
the mark. . The man was torn from his "
saddle and literally dragged to death. '
He clutched at sage bushes and tore them
out by the roots. . .He dug his hands and
arms up to the shoulders in the desert
.sands, and he cried for mercy as long as
there was a breath left in his miserable
body. When at last the riders pulled ia
their ponies and we reached the body we
'found it one mass of broisei." The flesh
of the hands, where lie grasped t the
bushes, was , literally . torn from the '
bones, and his death was truly an awful
one. Such is punishment,- legal and
otherwise, in the great West. New
York Sun. ' ,
'Man's Sense af Touoh.
The sense of touch, in man is most
highly developed on . the skin, . but
mucous or serous surfaces are also .
capable of conveying impressions. Some .
parts of the body are more sensitive
than others and are usually devoid of
hair, as the tip of the tongue, the ends'
of the fingers and the lips. It is noticed'
by Chambers's Journal that these are so
situated to keep us conveniently in
formed of what is gaing on around us
' Some of our most important organs for .
instance, the heart, the brain and tho' .
lungs are, strange to say, quite insen- .
sible to touch, thus showing that not ,
only are nerves necessary for the sensa
tion, but also the special end organs.1
The curious fact was noticed with the
greatest astonishment by Harvey, who, '
while treating a patient for an abscess '
"that caused a large cavity in his side,:
found that when he put hts fingers into,
this cavity he could actually take hold
of the heart without the patient being in
the least aware of what he was doing.'
This so interested Harvey that he brought
f King Charles I. to the man's bed side
that "he ; might himself 'behold and
touch so extraordinary a "thing." la
certain operations a piece of skin is re
moved from the forehead to the nose,'
and it is stated that the patient, odd'j
eaough, feels as if the new nasal p:v.i
were still in his forehead and may ' V
a headache in his nose.
A Beggar's Rinj. v
The street beggars ia Barcel
Spain, have entered into a solemn
enant to withdraw from circulation
toe two-centirae pieces which t
ceive from the charitablo pr'i ,
to compel their benefactors t
tbe coiii cext in value, v" ,
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