"FOR GOD, FOR COUNTRY AND FOR TRUTH."
W. Fletcher Ausbon, Editor
VOL. IV.
PLYMOUTH, N. C., FRIDAY, APRIL 14, 1893.
NO. 44.
Published by lloanoke Publishing Co.
'THROUGH BURDEN AND HEAT.
Through burden and heat of the day
' How weary the .hands and the feet.
The labor with scarcely a stay
. Through burden and heat.
Tired toiler, whose sleep shall be swe9
Kneel down; it will rest thee to pray;
Then forward, for daylight Is fleet.
Cool shadows grow lengthening; and gray,
Cocl twilight will soon be complete
What matter the wearisome way
Through burden and heat?
, :r Christina Rossettl,'
USAYE COLLEGE, GIRLS.
BY H. C. DODGE.
E were two girl!
home from college
during the holidays.
At , least I wat
homo," and raj
room-mate and best
chum at school wai
visiting me. :
: Taking advantage
of the special privi-
e ' leces accoraea cc
. college girls on home vacations, . we
iwere having our own way entirely by
sitting up late and alone in the big ball
of my parents' country borne long after
the. others had gone to bed,
i The dimly glowing embers of a real ,
, old-fashioned log fire on the health gave
the only light we had or wanted. ,
Now and then a little flickering flame,
suddenly blazing and as quickly dying
out, made dancing ghostly shadows fyt
about the spacious apartment, giving it
fhe weird and spooky appearance our
romantic minds desired. .
. ' At the foot of the winding staircase
stood an ancient suit of knightly armor,
complete even to its visor drawn and its
mailed right hand . grasping its battle
spear, which no doubt, had in its day
unhorsed and pierced many valiant foe.
At the top of the . first stair landing,
was a "grandfather clock' ticking its
loudest as if trying to tell two giddy
girls that after midnight it was proper
lor them to bo in the land of dreams and
not be wasting the precious slumber
time in talking nonsense. '
r But its mournful "tick-tock, tick
tock" only made our hobgoblin sur
roundings more enjoyable and the old
knight in armor grimly watching us saw
but merry looks and heard only sup
pressed laughter, and, maybe, a few girl
secrets for his pains. '
Not another sound echoed.' through
ib? big Eitting-room hall save sometimes
ithe rising wind outside slamming a
shutter or moaning through the trees on
the lawn or drearily whistling dowrTtbe
huge chimney before us.' .
Although the romance of our situation
was delightful in the extreme, by and
by it begato impress itself in all its un
canny spottiness upon our senses. 11 .
' We became quieter, and though wish
ing to seek our cosy bed chamber above
we dreaded going to it through the
gloom of the long stairs and upper hall,
and so, yet we lingered below H by the
'dying fire.1" '
"Say, ,; Luce 1" said my chum Kate,
after a spell of dismal silence, "suppose
rthat ugly old knight by the stairs should
step down and come for us what would
you do?"
4 'I would just run' for my life, 1
guess," I answered, , while the thought
made cold chills run over me, "and you'd
run for yours too, brave as you are. Let's
go to bed, Kate." .. .
.. "O, no hurry!" she laughed, "I like
it here immensely. I dare you to go up
and touch the old fellow. Say, Luce,
mightn't there be a real, live mau imide.
that atmor now. A regular bloody
Iburglar, for instance, waiting for us to
'pass him and then G-R-A-B us to choke
our screams and cut our throats. I be
lieve I saw, it move. There I Look I . I'm
sure it made a noise.". See its eyes star
ing right at you now." .
K I could feel my hair trying to erect it
'self and in spite of the ridiculousness ' of
the thing being aught but an empty shell
I felt awfully like screaming and then
fainting dead away, Kate, seeing my
terror, kept-on.
j "I'm sure it's alive," she whispered,
'and watching us. There I it moved
again." ' ;
k '0, -Kate," I gasped, more scared
than I wanted to admit, "do please stop
' 'king so. I'm not afraid of course,
I don't think you ought to try to
scare a person. : It isn't right. Come,
ilet's go to bed.it must be alter 1 o'clock.
iWhat will my folks say when they know
y "Well, Luce, you go first and ss3 if
'it's t-fito cot that ll barbr.rlar,.
There, he moved again. I'm sure a
man's inside the armor."
"No. We'll go upstairs together, I
spoke, "give me your hand."
Kate evidently had frightened herself
more than me for hor hand trembled as
I took it. "Now 1" I boldly whispered,
"come." And away, we fleshed Dy
the grim sentinel and up into ray room.
After I had locked : the door in the
dark I found a match and lighted a
candle standing on the dressing , table,
and Kate and I both looked into the
glassto see who was the whitest. I
suppose. ' .
Then we began laughing. "I never
thought you was such a coward, Luce,"
said Kate, "where's all your college
grit?"
"And whero's yours?" I answered,
"you were more scared than I. Why,
you haven't nerve enougn to naze a
freshman or play tricks on a professor."
And so we bantered each other as we
prepared for our neoded rest. . '
Then blowing oat the candle, we both
said our shortest college prayer, and
jumped Into bed.
But we couldn't sleep till our excite
ment subsided, and so we talked. '
"What ' would you do, Kate,"
asked, "in real danger? Would you
faint or go into hysterics?"
s "Neither, Luce," she laughed. "I'm
not built that way. ; I'd be as cool as a
cucumber, and as brave as a lian in any
emergency. I often wish I had a chance
to prove it." -
. "That's my case, exactly," I earnestly
laid. "I may be frightened at at a
mouse, for instance, but I don't think a
maneven a robber could scare me.
rhere ! I forgot to open the window for
air. I'll do it now." . ''
. Out of bed I got and lifted the window
shade and stood for a moment gazing cn
the lawn. The sky had been overcast in
the early evening, but now the broken
clouds were flying before the wind. The
old moon, lately risen, shed enough
beams on the soft snow to make the night
effect of light and shade weirdly beauti
f ul, particularly about the large ever
green trees swaying in the gale. . v
As I watched the dark shadows they
cast on the snow when the' moon peered
through the cloud rifts, my attention
was directed to the tree nearest my win
dow, v Its shadow seemed strange, I
thought, and at times looked as if some
thing or somebody was moving under or
around the dense brauches.
Finally I whispered to Kate to come
take a peep, too. , .
"There's something alive there, that's
certain," she. said, after a moment's in
tense gazing, "but don't let it see us.
Keep out of the moonlight. Goodness!
it's a man two of them. What can they
be up to?" f " I ''.; - '
"Mischief, Katel ... They must be bur
glars going to rob us. See ! That's the
end of a ladder sticking out. Now, my
college heroine t your chances to dis
tinguish yourself has come and mine
It's lucky we stayed up late. Slip on
something quick, and we'll nip their de
sign in the bud. I've got a pistol and
you know how to shoot, if I don't."
V It was my brother's revolver I re
ferred to. During my absence he used
the room, and that loaded weapon was
in its case in a bureau drawer. ' r
i I showed it to Kate, and she grasped
it fearlessly. , "It's1, fortunate, Luce,"
(she spoke low and . without a tremor)
"that I'm tomboy enough to like fire
arms. .They call me a crack shot down
South when I'm homo. But where's your
gun?"
"I'm more afraid of a gun than a bur
glar. Stop! Ye!, there's a hatchet in
the closet. IH take that," and I did.
"Now, then, Kate," I quickly whis
pered, "I'm in command, for I know the
house. . Seel the fellows are taking the
ladder around. They'll evidently try
the back window of the fireplace hall.
We'll sneak down and lay for them, one
of us on either side of the window.
While they are forcing an entrance you
shoot and I'll chop but not till I order.
Remember if we don't capture, or at
least, wound them so they don't leave
tracks, no one will believe us.. Instead,
well be laughed at. Your nerves are
steady, Kate t You don't want to yell
for help, do you?"
! "Lead on I, I'll follow!" smiled Kate,
with a look that showed a true college
girl's courage. ' , .
' "All right, then," I coolly answered,
"Attention, company 1 . Shoulder arms!
Forward, march 1"
; Hatchet and pistol in baads we noise
lcr:!y nrle our way past t'Q old clock,
whose "tick tock tick took" in the dark,
ness and stillness sounded like "go back,
go back," past the ancient knight la
armor, whose grim, ghostly form seemed
bigger and fiercer in the expiring glow
of our log fire, till we reached the rear,
window of the hall. Its solid shutters
were tightly bolted, and in ordejr to
shoot when the time came Ve softly
raised the shade and sash. Soon our
strained ears heard the ladder go up and
the shutter tried. '' " . '
' In the altnost pitoh darkness of the
ghostly hall we took out positions, Kate
to the right and I at the left of' the win
dow, and wailed, wondering how the
burglars intended to break in. It seemed
an age before we heard a slight sound of
boring by some tool the robbers were
using. Then it stopped and for a while
we thought the attempt had been given
up to find smother and easier entrance.
; The suspense was more dreadful than
when we knew what the villains were
doing. ' While enduring that awful
terror, something I couldn't see touched
my dress. : in spite or mysnf 1 almost
screamed. But, happily, it only was the
cat and I whispered so to Kate for fear
it might give her the shock I had re
ceived. '
A faint noise of sawing on the shut
ters luckily came then to dissipate our
panic and restore our nerves for action.
Scarcely perceptible was the sound as
wo listened with loudly-'joithg hearts
and without knowing exactly what it
portended. '
Suddenly the moonlight shone through
a small square opening in the shutter, on
my side and a huge, black hand in
serted itself and fumbled around to find
and unfasten the bolt., ;
- 'Quickly I raised my hatchet to chop
then a more daring and less horrible
plan of action came to me. '
Dropping my weapon ' instantly, I
grabbed the burglar's hand- with both of
mine and bracing one knee against tho
windowsill I pulled that demon paw in
farther and held it.
, Ha! I hadn't pulled stroke oar in our
college crew for nothing. Now my gym
nastic lessons hauling myself hind over
band up ropes acd swinging on trapeze
bars served me well. ' '
Vainly those coarse, hard fingers tried
like snakes to wind about mine and hurt
them. Vainly that strong, rough, mur
derous hand sought to tear itself from
my college learned grip. ' The more it
tried the tighter I held. -
"Shoot. Kate! Shoot right through
the shutter! Quick before I weaken,"
I yelled.
"Baug!" went a bullet.' "Bangt
Bang I" two more. I felt the muscles
relapse in the hand I clutched. Mine
did, too. Then I let go, heard a fall
and shouts outside and (they toid me
afterwards) I fainted.
, Kate and l totn lay m "neaps on ma ,
floor when father and my brother rushed
to our aid.
One burglar was captured alive after a
sbiart chase in the moonlighted snow.
Tha ether was found where he fell
But they never told that to Kate till the
coroner's inquest and then they had to.
Detroit Free Press. . ....
Despised "Stane Ctal."
At the beginning of the present cen
tury anthracite or "stone coal," as it was
called, was not used at all except by
blacksmiths and iron workers in the dis
tricts where it was found. - It was be
lieved that it could not be made to burn
except by an artificial ' current of air,
such as a bellows supplied. In 1803 two
great boat loads of it were floated down
rom Mauch Chunk, Penn., to Philadel
phia. Not a lump of it could bo sold, .
because people did not consider it of any
use for fuel. The city authorities tried
to use it for a steam engine at the water
works, but it would not burto. ; Finally
they gave it up, declared the coal worth;
less and caused 'what remained of it to
be broken up and spread instead of gravel
on the footpaths of the public grounds.
This failure put a stop to the mining at -
Mauch Chunk, but it was renewed in
1813. and in the following year an ark
load : of the coal was started down the
Lehigh River to Philadelphia, by way of
the Delaware. Its owners put up stoves
in conspicuous public places in the cit-
ies, built coal fire3 In them and invited
the people to stop and inspect theia,'
They went to private houses and pre
vailed on the inmates to b& allowed to
kindle anthracite fires in i the, grates
which jhad been built for the use of soft
coal. 'CThey even bribed journeymen In
blacksmiths' shops to give their coals a
fair trial in the forces. Washington
Star. I ' ' .
ASIATIC EMBASSIES.
bADItiS OP CHINESE, JAPANESE
AND CORE AN LEGATIONS.
The Wife ot the Chinese Minister
Ureases With Mongolian Maj
niflceceThe Japanese and
"j" the Corean Ladies.
'; ! -
y ' 1 ' rUERE are two ladies inf the
I Chinese Embassy , at Washing-
Jk ton, says a correspondent of the
Star-Sayings. The wife of the
Minister, who has a name unpronounce
able and unwritable, is called by the peo
ple in Washington, . Mme Tsui. She
never attends any of the social functions,
never receives callers and never goes out
unless she is closely attended,
t Mme. Tsui, however, I found most in
teresting. It was through the courtesy
of the First Secretary that I was allowed
to see her.. Sho came down to the par
lor atttended by the interpreter, two of
the Secretaries and the wife of . one of
the Secretaries, Mme. ' Waog. She was
arrayed in all her Mongolian splendor.
Her petticoat of white silk was heavily
embroidered with gold. A sort of tunic
of black satin worn over this had also a
heavy border, of embroidery. Her sleeves
were of white China silk, very full and
very fine. Her feet were in embroidered
satin shoes that were certainly not more
than 2 inches long, and the stockings
just visible above them seemed to be of
solid gold thread. Her straight black
hair was worn brushed up from the fore-,
head and ornamented with many golden
pins. This coiffure was fearfully and
wonderfully made and must have cost
somebody a deal of time and patience.
Her hands were very plump and
pretty. Upon the first finger of each she
wore a mystical looking ring one of
gold filagree, set with a large catseye,
and the other , a huge blood red stone
that resembled. a carbuncle. I was told
that this lady was considered a great
beauty in China. Her eyes are black as
sloes, and the corners of them have a de
cided downward curve. .- Her mouth is
red and full, and her complexion is a
clear olive tint. The breadth of the
face just below the eyes is not according'
to the European standard of beauty, but
this, I am told, is what renders her such
a very great beauty in China. ' She wore
huge ornaments in her ears-, but they
were held on by gold springs. Her ears
were not pierced.
Mme. Tsui does not speak one word of
English, but she talked very readily to
the interpreter. I asked her how she
liked this country. She replied guard
edly: "It is very well. All countries
are very well to those who live in
them." I said: "Do you not think that
women of America have much more
freedom and independence than they
have in your country?" The interpreter
propounded my question in the queer,
choppy language of China. The wife of
the Minister looked down at her plump
hands and then at the tips of her little
shoes. Then she looked at the Secre
tary's wife, who smiled; then, looking
back at me, she made answer: "Your
country has its customs, and my country
has its customs, also. It is not for me to
say which is best."
The Secretary clapped his hands, or
rather he rubbed them together in a
pleased way and laughed, as he said in
very good English, "Is she not a true
diplomat?" The little woman seemed
utterly unconscious that she had made a
clever romark. I asked her if she would
not like to attend the receptions . in
Washington and the balls. I thought
she looked a little wistful for a moment,
but she answered readily enough: "It is
not the custom of my country. We do
not dance, and I do not understand Eng
lish, and I know nothing of American
manners. I think it is better that I stay
at home." Then I asked her how she
passed her time. This seemed to Interest
her. . She took up the border of her
black satin tunic and held it toward me,
speaking eagerly in Chinese. She seemed
to forget that I could not understand
her. ' '
"She says," explained the interpre
ter, "that she did this embroidery her
self, and that she does a great deal of
embroidery. She , makes her baby's
clothes." Then I asked to see the baby,
and after some consultation it was brought
down. It resembled nothing so much as
a funny little brown doll.' It squinted
at me through its little slits of. eyes and
puckered its face into n grimace;, which
the fond mother called a smile. ,
I saw the ladies of the CUinese Em
bassy a day' laisr. out for their walk.
They w;re veiled asi closely atteadsd.
Taey went down to the Central MirKot,
which seems to .have a great attraction
for them. The two younger women
seemed quite giddy. They gathered up
a handful of potatoes from" one of the
market stalls and pelted each other wifh
them. ...!.''
Mme. Tateno, wife of the Japanese
Minister, is a very different type of a
woman. Not only does she attend all
the social affairs in Washington, but she
' enjoys them . keenly. She joined hei
husband a year ago last winter, in the
middle of the season, and made quite a
sensation. ' Not that there was any
thing sensational about the lady. It
i was because there was not that the people
were surprised. She has the eyes, and
the complexion, and the shining black
hair of the Japanese women. But that
is all. Her dresses all come from Paris,
and . they were sent from that city to'
Mme. Tateno's home in Japan, and she
wore the same dainty creations of Worth
and Felix long before she ever dreamed
of coming to America." ' ..
1 Mr. Tateno, too, was well : acquainted
with broadcloth eveniug suits while yet
he was Governor of the Province ol
Osaka, and he long ago discarded Jap
anese headgear for the Parisian silk hat.
Mme. Tateno speaks very good English.
She replied to my questions with some
amusement. "Society is not a new thing
to me," she said, "and the habits and
customs as well as the clothes of England
and America have been quite extensive!
adopted in Japan. We are a progressive
people," she said. "Sinca our young
men have begun to look at the " world
over high collars and getting engaged to
Boston girls, we have lost much of our
Old World simplicity." - i
Mme. Tateno's chief impression of this
country is that it is big.- The houses
are big, the people are big and, more
than all, she is impressed with the big
ness of the railroad cars. She crossed
the continent from San Francisco in a
Pullman sleeper, and her conversation
proves that she was very observant all
Che way. , "The climate of Japan is not
warm," she said, "but almost the same
as that of Washington."
; The home of the Japanese legation is
much more modern than that of the Chi
nese, It is, very tastefully, and hand,
somely furnished. I - imagine, as far as
one may judge from outward appear
ances, that Mr. Tateno is very .wealthy.
The first Secretary, Mr. Satio, is one of
the most cultivated men in Washington.
He is a thorough gentleman and learned
scholar. f
Mme. Ye, the little wife of the Cor
ean. Charge d'affaires, is a tiny woman
She, too, goes about a great deal. At
home and on the street she dresses like
an American, but at all affairs of state
she appears in the costume of her coun
try, which consists of an odd little short
waist and straight scant skirt, with a
wide sash tied round her waist just under
her arms. Upon her head she wears a
little round red cap with a button. 1 She
looks like a child, and is said to be under
twenty years of age. She, too, speaks
English, but was very much discouraged
about it when she first began to study.
!She pronounces her words with great
precision and very slowly. She never
admits that she fails to understand Eng
lish words.- . r .
When anything is said to her that she
does not comprehend she invariably an
swers: "I do not know." Some
times the answer is apropos and some
times not. She la quite averse to being
written about, and has refused all inter
views. She is inclined to be quite in
dignant when anyone expresses a desire
to write about her. She is unable to un
derstand why her private and personal
affairs should interest the world at large.
I asked her if she liked this country bet
tea than her own. v She answered with a
Bhake of her head and an uncompromis
ing "No." And when I asked her why
she said: . "I do not," and when I
pressed her with further! questions 'she ;
puckered up her little red .mouth in a
decisive manner, and said : "I do !
not," and I was unable to make her say
anything further. V' .
' Mme. Ye is a very diligent student.
She spends six hours of each . day in her
study. Two lady teachers are employed
for her all the time.' She is fond of
tiding and fond of walking and of vis
iting, but she is not fond of talking,
particularly when her listener is any one
who is likely to write about her.
The Corean and Japanese ladies are
very good friends, but there is no inter
course whatever between them and their
Chinese neighbors.
, - Out 6f eighty-eight United States Sen
ators there are sixty.four lawyer, one
rreacber, cue doctor and cae ioursnlp.
, ..-run.
? The economical housemaid is an artist
to a ceitain extent. She "draws the
purse strings." Boston Courier. i
No man ever loses his temper so that
I i 3 L e N k f I 1 !!
ue cuum no. nnu is oeiore oe iouuu uis
collar button. Galveston News.
The business man who occupies apart
ments over his store can't very well avoid
living above his income. Troy Press.
Until a man starts out habitually to
look out for 'No. 1, he never realizes
what a lot of other people are followiug
the same idea. Somerville Journal.
A. "As I am told, you and Fanny
m w a - m0 rtioinaW an1 ' Viarirw'' 1 K
Yes that is to say, sho is happy and I :
am married." Humoristiche liiaetter.
Mrs. Watts "Are you anxious to earn
a good dinner, my poor man?" Weary
Watkms "Not half so anxious as I am
for the dinner." Indianapolis Journal.
Tomdik "Do you think American
women are getting taller?" Hojack
"I don't know about that, but they are
keeping American men as short as ever."
Detroit Free Press.
Helen, what's "wrong wjth the pie
crust? I It doesn't half cover the pie.".
"Why, dearest, I asked your mother
all about how to make them to suit you,
and she said to make the crust very
short." Inter-Ocean. 4 ..
Father ,(You seem to look at things
in a different light since your marriage."
His Newly Married Daughter Well, I
ought to after receiving fourteen hmps
and nine candelabras for wedding pres
ents." Brooklyn Life. ' -
I "What is philosophy?" said a charm
ing young lady to a young savant. With
'a graceful bow the latter ; replied:
I "Philosophy consists in finding yourself
! in most delightful company without
'losing your presence of mind."
' Mr. Snaess (readinsl "A Western
newspaper charges that many of the ser
vant girls of the country are in league
with the Anarchists." , Mrs. Snaggs
That explains why Bridget smashes so
many things." Pittsburg Chronicle ' .
SMBSjlHMIMMHBlBflBBVSBBHHSBSHMOTS ,
A Trick That Failed.
An incident still fresh in the minds of
some of our National statesmen occurred
in the Fiftieth Congress, uiustraiing iu
need of all the minute precautions that
are taken at the Government Printing
Office. -: Just before the Mills bill was
reported to the Committee on Ways and
Jleans in the spring of 1888 the liveliest
interest was felt everywhere as to the
precise nature of its provisions. The
Democratic members of tho committee
had assembled one night at the residence
of one of their number ' to receive and
revise the last proof sheets. The Gov
ernment Printing Office people were par
ticularly charged to be careful in guard
ing and transmitting the proofs. A
coterie ot enterprising correspondents
were on the alert to obtain an advance
copy, and were determined to get it by
fair means or foul, on the principle, no
4M1nt ia MNrthin is fair in love.
war and journalism. Somehow they
received a "tip" concerning the plans of.
t.h committee, and took steps accord-
ingly to accomplish their design. A
special messenger from the printing office
bearing a bulky package of proof sheets,
appeared at a specified hour at the resU
dence referred. to and handed in tho
package, taking a receipt therefor. An
other individual,- employed by . the cor
respondents, had shadowed him all thu
way from the Government Printing Office
and a few minutes after the package had
l ..3nl in'ha frr nrosfintfld hini-
I J.
self before the door, bearing a similar
looking package filled with blank paper,
with instructions to explain to whoever
should answer his ring that the wrong
package had been delivered through in
advertence by his predecessor. He was
a moment too late, however, lor the
nroofs had Just been distributed among
the Democratic Statesmen inside when
he arrived and thus the ruse failed, not
withstanding its cleverness. Waahing-
ton Star. ,
A London Idea.' -VjJ
In certain London restaurants each
customer is allowed to make his (or her)
tea. , The waitress lights the gas Durncr,
which Is affixed to each table and sets
thereon a silver kettle. Then sho pre
sents to the teamaker a silver cuddy di
vided into compartments and olTerin a
choice of Souchong, Ceylon or cren
tea. Any one who is compelled to
the lukewarm stug called tea at r
rants will appreciate the new iu .
The musical horses are the Ur z r u