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VOL. XIII. PLYMOUTfl, N. C., FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 1902. NO. 28.
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IN Lake View there once lived as
neighbors two ' children, a little
boy named Milo Cox Atkinson,
but called Butter, and a little girl,
named and called Pearl Porter.
To this little girl her grandfather,
Major Torter, showed an affection so
devoted as to be popularly supposed
almost ruinous. "He just spoils that
child," Mrs. Atkinson would say, as
she looked out of her window and
saw Pearl fastening up the Major's
mustaches with hairpins; and she
would turn away with a sigh. It was,
perhaps, this devotion, but more prob
ably a native impulse of the heart,
that mad? Tearl an unusually vain
child.
She was a pretty little thing, with a
floating mist of hair and large, brown
eyes, always beautituiiy dressed, m
little, stiff, white embroidered clothes
She was born with a sense of carriage;
and she could not help knowing when
ladies said in loud whispers, "Isn't
she sweet?" ., ;
Her reputation as a Froudy-eat
among the children of Lake View had,
however, been founded less by her
personality than by ah incident of her
early youth.
"When she was only four years old
she had been given a little blue silk
parasol with an ivory handle. With
this at church, she had been left in
the pew by her aunt when that lady
went up to the communion rail. When
Sirs. Burden had reached it and turned,
that those returning might pass her,
what was the amusement of the con
gregation and her own astonishment
on seeing rear! tripping lightly up the
aisle, with, her new blue parasol opened
and held gracefully above her head.
The aunt herself was a very dressy
lady, and she more thoroughly than
any other member of the family sym
pathized with Pearl in her taste for
making calls, for wearing kid gloves,
and for carrying a small cardcase with
a rose folded in it.
Thi3 aunt, Major Porter's daughter,
was a large woman, with long red
cheeks, tilted blue eyes and an over
whelming, tightly busked figure. At
the top of her small forehead, long
face and towering bulk she always
wore a glittering little bonnet. She
lived in Washington, and she was able
to pet and indulge her niece only on
occasional visits.
On these visits Mrs. Atkinson used
to watch with longing these two op
posite and fashionable types walking
out to the carriage together.
She loved Butter, but she had .al
ways dreamed of having just such a
child as Pearl.
Butter's tastes were different from
Tearl's. Ho had no imagination for the
world of graceful convention. Ilis
companions were other grubby, freck
led little boys, most of them disre
gardfully dressed in trousers bagging
about two inches below the knee. But
ter numbered among his acquaint
ances a boy who had run away from
home, a boy who had a whip tatooed
on bis arm 'and a man supposed by
Butter's circle to be a murderer. But
ter cut the man's grass, and when the
man gave him fifteen cents the mar
ket price is ten Butter handed him
back the unnecessary five, and said,
"No blood money for me." The man
had laughed in a. puzzled way. Of
course, if he had done any thing else,
it would have given him away.
Butter also knew a boy who had a
printing press; and in partnership with
Mni he had conducted successfully an
enterprise of printing pink and green
highly glazed calling cards for the
ladies of the neighborhood. Besides
the cash capital they derived from
this source, they realized every sum
mer, a large income of pins and news
papers from circuses in the barn.
Major Porter sometimes attended
these circuses with Pearl and sat in a
box for ten newspapers, and though
he was so enchanted with Pearl, he
used to watch with a pang of envy
Butter's lithe wiry frame turning hand
springs in the backyard. For though
he had never had golden curls nor
carried a parasol, he had once tumbled
on the grass and chased fire engines
In a dusty and happy oblivion of the
customs of the world.
Once a year a circus tame to one of
the empty lots of Lake View, west of
the Porters. It stayed fey one day;
and then pursued its glorious march
in honor of more' Western cities. This
day was one long haze of delight for
Butter Atkinson. Its ecstacy began
in the morning when he went with his
friends over to the lot to see the tent
pitched, and it lasted through the con
cert and at the end of the circus.
Mr. Atkinson always took Butter
had never thought of not taking him,
until one miserable day, when an un
considering Vice-President-elect and
his thoughtless wife spent twenty-four
hours of being entertained in the neigh
borhood when the circus was enter
taining. A large afternoon reception was
given for Mrs. Kendricks at the Por
ters' home. He was an old friend of
the Major. Mrs. Atkinson assisted in
receiving; Butter was invited by Mrs.
Burden to open the door. She believed
this to have been a piece of kindest
consideration. Mrs. Atkinson, too,
said that' Butter would be glad to re
member it wlien he was an old nioi;
and she could not understand why he
looked so morosely at the clean clothes
she had with such pleasure put out on
his bed.
He walked out to the woodshed after
lunch, kicking his heels sullenly and
listlessly against . each other, and
when he came out his eyes were red,
The thought of the white elephant
had been too much for him. Ilis fath
er's suggestion that it had been white
wasnea was not alleviating, is a
whitewashed elephant an ever-day
sight?
He had visions of running away
But he knew he should not run away;
he would stay scrawling his fingers in
uncomfortable gloves and opening Por
ter's door for dressed-up and worthless
ladies, perfectly healthy and able to
do it for themselves, while, amid the
sawdust, the opening procession was
shining and glittering past unseen,
never to be seen by his longing eyes.
He observed, in the open window,
Poarl and Major Porter, at their daily
after-dinner game of "Old Maid."
Major Porter was not a kindergart
ner, and he was almost invariably "Old
Maid" each time with ringing shouts
of glee from his victorious grandchild,
poised elegantly on the windowsill. '
But to-day her poise seemed less airy
in its light ease. Butter heard no
shouts, and when she turned and
waved her hand to him he saw that
her eyes, too, were red.
Major Porter was smiting his head
with despair and chagrin at being a
third time doomed to a single life, and
eliciting from his opponent only a very
faint smile. ,
Was Pearl, too, not going to the cir
cus? Far from it For days her grand
father had been bringing home hand
bills and posters; for days he had dis
cussed with Pearl, what they both
should wear; what time they should
start; how many glasses of lemonade
they should have; whether they should
look at the animals before or after the
performance, and now all this was to
be on the day of the reception. There
were to be only ladies at the reception.
There was no reason why Major Por
ter should remain home for it, and his
enthusiasm for the circus had shown
no change nor abatement.
In the presence of his mistaken devo
tion Pearl could not endure to confess,
even to her mother, that her heart was
torn at the thought of her new fringed
sash, the gift of her aunt, and how
now she could not wear it at the re
ception, nor walk around with the la
dies. She had the dignified delicacy of
many honorable little girls, and she
felt that it would be disloyalty to her
grandfather to acknowledge that she
was no longer interested in the circus.
Her aunt said she cried because the
heat made her nervous.
"She doesn't look to me able to go
tooting off to that hot circus, father,"
she said, coming up to the window.
"I'm afraid so," said Mr. Porter, fol
lowing her. "Do you care so much
about It. darling?"
Pearl's eyes filled again at this.
"Oh, Snooks '11 be all right for the
circus," said Major Porter, with hasty,
blind consolation, as Tearl's mother
started into the house with her to
bathe her eyes. It was his fixed belief
that the circus was the most ecstatic
pleasure of every child, and any alter
native an outrageous disappointment.
"Never mind if you aren't all right,
pet." said Mrs. Burden, with inspired
dullness. "Here's Butter. He isn't
going and doesn't want to go. He
wants to see Mrs. Kendricks. And,
Butter, Mrs. Kendricks has some little
boys of her own such nice, polite lit
tle boys I wish you could know
them."
Butter looked submissively as Mrs.
Burden's benevolent, unperceiving eyes
impressively fixed upon him.
"Why isn't Butter going to the cir
cus?" inquired Major Porter. Butter
made no reply.
"Father too busy, I guess," pursued
the Major. "That it?"
"Butter is going to see Mrs. Ken
dricks this afternoon," replied Mrs.
Burden. "He is going to open the door
for the ladies."
Major Porter whistled. He looked
suspiciously at Butter's red eyelids.
"Well, how would it be to have But
ter come along with the circus party
this afternoon and let Mrs. Ken
dricks open the door for the ladies her
self?" He gave -Butter a nudge r.nder
the table at this last abominably weak
jest.
Butter could not refrain from a smile
of hope.
"We'll get ready right away," con
tinued the Major. "You can get your
hat, I can black my shoes. Sam can
hitch up the horse:;. Tcarl can have a
B. and S. or something, and then we'll
go."
"Father," murmured Mrs. Burden in
important haste, "Mrs. Atkinson got a
new suit for him, especially for this.
Don't think "
"Well, Butter, I guess I'll have to go
over and get your mother to let you
open the door at the evening reception.
That's the way we'll fix it out with
her." '
Meanwhile Mrs. Porter had by in
spiration divined the cause of her
daughter's distress. She came back as
the Major was starting off.
"I think Pearl would better stay
with us, father," she said. "I really
believe she wished to assist in receiv
ing. I am going to let her pass around
the crackers."
It would seem that providence had
arranged for a variety cf tastes in the
world.
For on that afternoon Pearl floated
airily and elegantly among groups of
gloved ladies; under the bulging, bil
lowing tent, amid the odors of sawdust
and the cries of lemonade-men, sat
Butter, between Major Porter and
Sam. throwing peanut shells between
the open board benches, his happy
eyes absorbed in the passing giraffes
and ponies.
Major Porter was not looking at the
ponies and giraffes, but he, too, was
very happy; he was Avatching Butter.
New York Sun.
WITH FOUR TRICCERS;
New Weapon Which Carries Sixteen
Charges.
A most successful test has been
given to a repeating revolver which
promises to become one of the most
commonly used weapons of its kind in
any part of the world, says the New
Orleans Times-Democrat. The pistol
fires sixteen shots without reloading,
and is accurate in every particular. It
has but three working parts, is light
in weight, cannot possibly get out of
order, and should any of the cartridges
fail to fire, all that is necessary is to
press the trigger again to bring another
cartridge into position and fire it.
An explanation of the weapon's op
eration is quickly and easily given.
The handle of the pistol is the maga
zine, and contains a chain of sixteen
cartridges. This chain is moved with
each pressure of the trigger, the same
pressure firing one cartridge and push
ing the next into position. The pistol
is so constructed that a trigger is al
ways ready to be pressed, and, there
fore, the weapon can be fired as rap
idly as the operator can press the trig
ger. There are four triggers, all of
one piece of metal, and revolving so
that while one of the triggers is ready
for the pressure of the finger another
is moving the hammer into position
and a third is ready to fall into place
within the trigger guard.
The three working parts of the pis
tol are trigger, the hammer and a spi
ral cone, and they are so arranged that
.to miss fire with this pistol 13 almost
an impossibility. Standard cartridges
are used in the pistol. The weapon
was Invented by W. J. TurnbulL
ILDRENS.H
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Who is to Ulaine?
"I'm in the saddest sorrow.
said the
pocket-knife of John,
"Because, you see, I feel to blame for
things that I have done.
At school on Monday morning last I made
my owner late,
While with my point he slowly scratched
his name upon his slate.
On Tuesday afternoon he stopped to play
awhile with me
By cutting deep his name again upon a
cherry tree.
On Wednesday oh, what can I say to
tell how shocked I am?
He used my blade to open wide a jar of
currant jam.
On Thursday I was used to do the sad
dest deed of all:
I cut a lock of curly hair from Nelly's
pretty doll.
On Friday I was digging through the side
of Willy's drum,
When suddenly my blade was snapped
and cut mv master's thumb.
On Saturday (that is to-day) my blades
are nicely shut,
And John has got a bandage round the
place that I have cut.
And so, you see, I'm sorry for the mis
chief I have done;
But tell me, please, am I to blame as much
as Master John?"
John Lee, in Cassell's Little Folks.
Hay and Archie.
Bay has a boy friend about his own
age named Archie. They are in the
same class at school. The teacher put
them both up into a higher class to
gether, they did so well. That is, they
were allowed to skip one class. They
play for hours together.
Archie is a fine boy, and they both
like each other very much, but they are
ahvays quarreling. Then Bay will say,
"I will never play with that Archie
again." And Archie will say, "I will
never play Avith that Ray again." And
yet the next time you see them they
will be playing aAvay as pleasantly as
ever and will be just as good friends
as before.
Did you ever see such boys? I some
times wonder if they iyill grow up as
good friends as they iow are, if they
will mate and match up as well to
gether ten years from now.
Sometimes the other boys, knowing
they are really good friends, like to
urge them on and $t them to fighting,
and they are foolish enough to let
those other boys get them to do this,
but perhaps some day they will learn
better.
Do you know of any other boys who
ought to stop quarreling with their
friends? Brooklyn Eagle.
The Tifjht Rope Walker.
We need two corks and four matches.
The matches we insert into one of the
corks in such a Avay that they form
the arms and legs of the little man, as
shown in figure. These arms and legs
we can bend in all directions, giving
the little man all the possible positions
of a tight rope walker. The head we
make of a round piece of cork, the
nose of a small chip of cork, which Ave
insert into the bead; the mouth Ave cut
with a penknife, and the eyes as well
as eyebroAvs Ave burn in Avith a red-hot
piece of wire.
To balance our little man 0:1 the rope
we cruelly stick two forks in his body,
as shown in figure. If we make an in
cision in one of his legs and give the
thread forming the rcpe a slight slope
to one side, we can make him walk
from one corner of the room to the
other. NeAV York Tribune.
CRANKS IN JERUSALEM.
A Place Where They Are Always Sura
of Good Treatment.
Jerusalem i3 a great place for
cranks, particularly those of religious
tendencies. People who have visions
and "possess the gift of prophecy, who
have discovered new ways of salva
tion and methods by which they may
live without sin, seem to flock here as
the moths seek the light. Some come
in clubs and associations, others as
individuals. Many of them are actu
ally insane and possessed of peculiar
delusions. There used be an eld sailor
here who Avent around through the
principal streets day after day carry
ing a heavy cross. He was doing pen
ance for some great sin he had com
mitted and it would be a satisfac
tion to know whether he obtained ab
solution before he died. Then there
Avas a man Avho bought a lamb every
morning and sacrificed it, giving the
skin and the meat to the poor. His
place of sacrifice was on a rock out
side the walls and a croAvd was there
awaiting him when he came with hi
offering upon his back.
There is an old woman in Jerusalem
now and she is sail to be rich, for
she lives in a comfortable house and
seems to have plenty of money Avho
considers it her mission to relieve the
hunger and the distress of all the
Ishmaelitish dogs. She goes out daily
with baskets of bread and meat to
feed them, and if sho can catch one
of the mongrel curs with which the
streets are haunted she takes him
home, washes him, puts ointment up
on his sores, soaks him with carbolie
acid and other disinfectants and then
turns him loose. But she neArer gets
the same dog twice. Although tuey
like the food she brings them, they do
not relish the other attentions.
The Moslems, like the North Ameri
can Indians, consider a lunatic sacred,
and any man who comes here with
marked eccentricities is absolutely
safe, safer than if he had an escort
of the Sultan's bodyguard. Corre-
,1 PI, Ttnnr-A Unoll
The Motorman.
The motorman, facing the storms of
women and the elements outside, sas
Charles M. Skinner in the Atlantic, "
looks in at the cheery congregation,
and in the bitterness of his envy at
the conductor's lot starts his chariot
with a vehemence that sends the
whole company sliding against the
man at the farther door, and crushes
him. Yet many times the conductor
e.3 keenly envies the driver, and the
two have to declare a peace when
some passenger must be put off for
having smallpox, or hysterics, or a
bill too large to change. If the con
ductor must be a diplomat, the motor
man must be a soldier, and, as in,
larger matters, the soldier is at the
behest of the diplomat, yet the latter
cannot shirk responsiblity, for in the
case of accident the conductor is ar
rested as well as the driver. A suc
cessful motorman Is not of too fine
grain. If he were his trips would take
a day apiece. He would so fear doing
injury and hurting the pride of strang
ers that the passengers in his charge
would learn to dislike him. Having
fewer nerves, therefore, than poets
have, the trolley driver makes way
for his car with the fewer compunc
tions, and in a contest with a trucK
w he expresses himself witJ. admir
able directness. These encounters,
ending, mayhap, in the dismantling,
of the truck, seldom make him surly
or indifferent, for he has ever on his
mind the consciousness of peril.
Frightened children have a way of ap
pearing from vacancy and throwing
themselves in front of vehicles that
brings the whole of one's internal an
atomy into his throat and nearly
chokes him, and the way of elderly
females is to cross within four feet
of a farther curb, and then run back
when they hear a trolley gong.
The Real Andrew Crrnegle.
Waiting in Leslie's Weekly Harry
Beardsley describes Andrew Carnegie
as a "little smiling, white-haired man,
unaffected in manner, with nothing
whatever imposing in his bearing,
without what is commonly called a
presence,' or, in expressive song, a
'front' a man so diminutive that he
Is conspicuous in contrast with other
men and women surrounding him. He
seems so small, so gentle and modest
that you: look in vain in his conduct
at that time for some of the forceful
personal traits which he possesses
traits which he has exercised to thrust
himself ahead of those who were in
the race with him,"