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VOL. XIV.
PLYMOUTH, N. C, FRIDAY. AUGUST 7, 1903.
NO. 20.
1 1 OLD TWEr
33 1 S A
HYMN OF THE VAUDOIS.
Uy FJCLECIA DOROTHEA II E MANS (liUOV.'NE).
ci , pocm l,ni,ted below Ava3 suggested to the authoress after reading the lines,
1 hanks be to Cod for the mountains," from Ilowitt's "Book of the Seasons." The
poem is sometimes entitled "The Hymn of the Mountain Christians," as the Vaudois
inhabit the Swiss canton of Araud. Thev am nK Hip Pvnff.at.int-. fnltti nf
known as the Waldenaes, whose barbarous
Prance in 163J inspired Milton's immortal
Saints.
l or the strength of the hills we bless Thee,
Our God, our fathers' God!
Thou has made Thy children mighty
By the touch of the mountain sod,
Thou hast fi:;ed our ark of refuge,
Where the spoiler's foot ne'er trod;
For the strength of the hills wc bless Thee,
Our God, our fathers' God!
'o are watchei'3 of a beacon
Whose lights mast never die;
Wc are guardians of an altar
'Midst the silence of the sky;
The rocks yield founts of courage,
Struck forth as by Thv rod;
For the strength of the Kills avc bless Thee,
Our God, cur fathers' God!
For the di,rk resounding caverns.
Where Thy still, small voice is heard;
For the strong pinc-i of the forests,
That by Thy breath are stirred;
For the storms on whose free pinions
Thy spirit walks abroad:
For the strength' of the hills we bless Thee,
Our God, our fathers' God!
jar rasas:
'. Tibbets' Meteors.
, lOi R. TIBBETS was seated in
ICTST )t bis easy chair reading t lit
IV! S cvcnIUS paper and enjoy
7 -LA in 1 after-dinner cigar.
nig dinner had been a
pood one; it had agreed with him, and
he felt cozy, comfortable and disputa
tious. Mr. Tibbets is one of those men
"who feel most belligerent when wc
should expect them to feel most other
Wise. Mrs. Tibbets sat at the dining table,
tions contained in the "Hints for
Housekeepers' Column."
Mr. Tibbets occasionally glanced at
her over the top of his paper and over
the top of his glasses, seeking ma
terial for a controversy.
At length he wriggled impatiently,
and, removing hi3 cigar from his lips,
remarked:
"Bet you a dollar you don't know
how a steam engine works."
"Place the perforations on the bias
Of the eighteenth flap yes, dear, did
you speak?" inquired Mrs. Tibbets ab
sently, looking up from a tissue paper
pattern and removing a few dozen pins
from her mouth.
"Oh, "no," dear," returned Mr. Tib
bets in tones of oily yet sarcastic
sweetness. "I wasn't speaking, I was
merely talking in my sleep. But I
should like to remark, Mrs. T that a
woman's mind is content to dwell on
small things. Here you sit fussing
over an old spring bonnet and a lot of
foolery, when you might be improving
yourself, adding to your knowledge,
lots of ways. Have you any idea what
makes a trolley car go?"
"Now, dearest, what do you want to
read to me? the forty-fourth perfora
tion what'd I do with the scis you
know I always did just dote on those
dear scientific things when you ex
plained them. They always seemed so
clear."
"It's nothing." replied Mr. Tibbets,
somewhat mollified, "only I see the pa
per epeaks of a magnificent shower
of meteors, the grand bi-centennial dis
play of the stars from the constella
tion Unicorn, which is positively to oc
cur to-morrow morning at 0 o'clock.
It will be a. most remarkable exhibi
tion of celestial phenomena, visible
only once in two hundred years, and
I tell you what, Mrs. T., wo ought to
thank our fortune that we were born
Sn the nick of time to witness this
thing. Just suppose, we had lived a
hundred years ago; we never would
have had a chance. And think of the
bulge we've got on those to be born
a hundred years hence!"
Mr. Tibbets paused. "I should love
to see those beautiful stars, William,"
observed Mrs. Tibbets meekly. "As
you say, we women do neglect our op
portunities. Can we see them from
the house? I should hate to go out of
doors at that awful hour."
"My dear, there is a scuttle In the
roof. Lending from a platform up to
paid scuttle is a ladder. It will not be
necessary to go out of doors."
"Cut how shall we wake up rhat time
"r "A'""1-"'' nnrM Mr ;TibW rr
FAVOMTES H
treatment by an army of Louis XIV. c
sonnet, "Avenge, 0 Lord, Thy Slaughtere
The royal eagle darteth
Oi his quarry from the heights, .
And tiie stag that knows no master
Seeks there his wild delights:
But we, for Thy communion,
Have sought the mountain sod;
For the strength of the hills we bless Thee,
Our God, our fathers' God!
The banner of the chieftain,
Far, far below us waves;
The war horse of the spearman
Cannot reach our lofty cavos;
The dark clouds wrap the threshold
Of freedom's last abode;
Fov the strength of the hills wc bless Thee,
Our God, our fathers' God!
For the shadow of Thy presence,
Round our camp of rock outspread;
For the stern defiles of battle,
Bearing record of our dead:
For these snows and for the torrents,
For the free hearts' burial sod:
For Oie strength of the hills we bless Thee,
Our God, our fathers' God!
HI
nestly. "I'm sure I could never keep
awake until 3 o'clock."
"My dear, did you ever hear of such
a thing as persistent mentality? Are
you aware that the mind never sleeps?
He will wake up because Ave will put
our minds on it; we will, as it were,
set our minds to go off at three
o'clock," declared Mr. Tibbets authori
tatively. Mrs. Tibbets looked admiringly but
doubtful.
When they had retired for the night
Mr. Tibbets became aware, after he
had put out the light and turned over
with a sigh of solid comfort, of an
unusual noise proceeding from near the
head of the bed. He shivered, for it
sounded like the noise made by certain
insects, prophetic of a death in the
house.
"Kitty, my dear, do you hear that
curious noise?" he asked.
"Yes," admitted Mrs. Tibbets, In
muffled tones.
"What can it be? It sounds as if
it was under the bed in the bed
in the pillow in my ear."
It is the alarm clock."
"Alarm clock? What for?"
"Why", I was afraid you might be
sleepy and forget to wake up, so I set
the alarm clock. It is a real big one,
with a nice loud gong, almost sure to
wake you up. I got it for a dollar
eighty-nine, and it's warranted to last
a year."
"Il'm," commented Mr. Tibbets,
"aud where is the delightful bargain
concealed?"
"In the bureau drawer. I thought
we could hear it go eff at three without
hearing it tick. It's wrapped up in a
stocking."
"If it goes off much louder than it
ticks, we'll wake up, all right," ob
served Mr. Tibbets sarcastically. "I
hope you don't expect me to go to
sleep with that infernal machine play
ing ping-pong on my ear drum all
night, do you?"
And Mr. Tibbets crawled wearily out
of bed and mad? deliberately for the
bureau. But he had neglected to allow
leeway for the steamer trunk that iay
in his path. There was a sound as of
a shin-bone coming into quick contact
with some resisting substance having
a sharp edge. Mr. Tibbets set suddenly
down on the trunk, seized his foot by
the heel, and hugged it to his bosom.
For a space there was no sound heard
save a seething of the breath as it was
sucked in between the teeth, closely
followed by a long moan iu a descend
ing scale. Afterward, in explaining the
matter to his wife, Mr. Tibbets ac
counted for his temporary silence on
the ground that so many strong words
came to his mind in a hurry that his
sense of selection was temporarily
paralyzed. But it soon returned, aud
Mrs. Tibbets, who was experienced,
confessed that she had never before
heard such a variety and profusion of
powerful language. It was ornate and
original, and greatly augmented Mrs.
Tibbets' opinion of her husband's re
sources when reduced to extremities.
When Mr. Tibbets was able to walk
u
he made his way cautiously to the
bureau and proceeded to open and rum
mage each drawer but the right one.
He finally secured the clock, however,
and deposited it in the corner of the
hall furthest from the door.
Once in the ni-jht Mrs. Tibbets
missed him. She looked about in
alarm. Had he gone alone to see the
meteors? She got up hastily and crept
into the hall. A white-robed figure was
emerging stealthily from the attic
stairway.
"William, you've been without me."
"I suppose I didn't need you to carry
it."
"Carry what?"
"The clock. What do you think I
am prowling around at this hour for
if not to get that confounded thing out
of hearing? Do you imagine I am out
here practicing a cake-walk?"
Mrs. Tibbets said nothing, but re
tired. In a short time both were
asleep.
Then there came a sound of an alarm,
hideous and clanging, disturbing the
hallowed quiet of th night. Mrs.
Tibbets seized her husband by the
arm.
"There it is!" she cried.
"There's what?"
"The clock. It just went off. Didn't
you hear it?"
"No did it? Come along quick,
woman, or we'll be late." Thrusting
their feet into their respective slip
pers, the pair proceeded hastily to
ward the attic stairs.
"Ma, oh, ma!"
The voice came from the chamber of
William, Junior.
"Say, ma. that wasn't the alarm
clock. It was only an automobile. I
think it, was Jimmy Bloodgood's Pink
Devil."
Mrs. Tibbets crept quickly back to
bed, and was shortly feigning slumber
Mr. Tibbets followed, but whether it
was on account of his sleepy condition
or his indignation, he again neglected
to make the necessary calculations for
the steamer trunk. There was another
collision with that obstruction, and ho
resumed a sudden seat thereon.
"O O Oh!" he moaned, as soon as
he had breath to" spare; "it's the same
one."
"The same what, dearest?" inquired
Mrs; Tibbets in some alarm.
"Oh the same shin."
Mrs. Tibbets said no more, for she
knew it was best just then not to dis
turb her husband in his travail.
When Mrs. Tibbets next awoke it
was due to a violent shaking of the
shoulders.
"Hark!" whispered her husband.
"There's burglars."
They looked at each other in alarm
and listened. Sure enough, there Avere
footsteps coming down the attic stairs.
But it Avas apparently a very careless
burglar, for there seemed to be ?io
attempt at stealth.
"Do hurry, William, and see Avhat it
is," urged Mrs. Tibbets in excitement.
Mr. Tibbets thought of pistols, sud
den death, and of the steamer trunk;
but he was valiant. He jumped out of
bed and rushed into the hall just as
the door at the foot of the attic stairs
burst open, owing to a violent impetus
being imparted thereto by the cook,
who appeared suddenly with her arms
full of garments, her best bonnet on,
and her purse in her teeth.
'Where's the fire?" she gasped.
"Where is it? Have we time to git out?
The saints presarve us."
"What fire? Where's the fire?"
"Sure an' didn't ycz hear th' alar-
rum t
"Where? What alarm? The wom
an's mad."
But then a. light suddenly dawned
upon mm, ana no saiu, in a some
what apologetic tone:
"Oh, Bridget, that wasn't a fire
alarm. It was only our alarm clock.
you know. I set it for 3 o'clock, and
forgot you Avere sleeping in that room."
nd hero Mr. Tibbets, suddenly realiz
ing that his costume Avas hardly adapt
ed for a lady's reception, plunged back
into the privacy of his own apartment.
"Th' alarrum clock, is it? You for
ot, is it? And a mighty fine time of
night it is to be setttn' an alarrum
clock," shouted Bridget, through the
closed door. "I'll hev yez understand
yez'll be playin' no jokes wid me. An
alarrum clock! Sure, an' it's as loud
as a fire bell. It's to-morrow I'll be
afther lavin', an' I'll not go to bed in
the place again. An alarrum clock!
l-a-ah!"
And this was the passing of Bridget.
"Aren't you going to get up, Wil
liam?" inquired Mrs. Tibbets as her
husband returned to bed and buried,
his head in the' clothes. "You know I
set the clock on purpose, and it seems
too bad to ruin it all, cow we happen I
to be awake at the right time at last."
Mr. Tibbets sat up, scratched bis
head, and, remarking that a woman
never was satisfied until she bad a
man miserable, proceeded to get into
his dressing gown.
"I suppose Ave ought to take Willie
with us," echoed Mr. Tibbets, sweetly.
"Shan't we invite the cook, too, and
make it a family party? She happened
to wake up at the right time, too, you
know."
"You had better bring a candle, too."
said Mrs. Tibbets, ignoring his thrust.
"Certainly, by all means, a candle.
But why a candle? Let's have an elec
tric light. Let's get a searchlight. You
can see the stars so much better, you
know."
Mrs. Tibbets said nothing, but fol
lowed her husband up the stairs, drag
ging William, Junior, by the hand.
Mr. Tibbets explored his way cau
tiously up' the ladder leading from the
platform under the scuttle.
"I don't see where that confounded
hook is gone to," he exclaimed testily.
"A man never can lay hia hand on
anything in this house when ne- "
"What's the matter, William? Did
you hurt yourself?" inquired Mrs. Tib
bets, as her husband's words were
ended in a sudden sharp crack, fol
lowed by a growl, indicating that that
gentleman had found the hook by
means of the crown of his head.
"Hadn't you better put out the candle
if you ,-.ant to see the stars?" he
hinted, as Mrs. Tibbets cautiously
poked her head up through the scuttle
and held the candle aloft as if hunting
for something on the- top shelf, of a
dark closet.
"Where are the meteors?" she asked,
in a tone of some disappointment. "I
don't see anything but stars, and they
don't seem to be mo'ing, I'm sure."
"Woman, you wouldn't know a me
teor if you saw one. Just have a little
patience, will you? In a. minute I'-ll
show you more meteors than you "
But here Mr. Tibbets' remarks were
cut short, for he had suddenly van
ished. There was a sound of revelry,
as of ten pins being bowled over bj
one large ball, and of that bail striking
the floor from an indefinite distance..
"Oh, William, dear William," cried
Mrs. Tibbets hysterically, "did you
hurt your poor head? Oh, dear, are
you killed?"
And in her excitement Mrs. Tibbets
loosened her grasp on the hand of Wil
liam, Junior. There was a shriek, a
scrambling sound of a body in sudden
descent, terminated by a sudden thud.
which in turn was followed -by a hol
low groan. William, Junior, had alight
ed upon the very pit and marrow of his
father.
When Mrs. Tibbets reached the foot
of the ladder she was just in time to
observe her husband slowly and pain
fully gather himself together, as for a
final effort.
'Woman," he said, as he attempted
to straighten out a lump on the back
of his head, "don't you ever try to drag
me into any tomfoolery like this again,
do you hear? You just stick to your
sewing, and don't you go meddling
with things you don't understand."
"But the meteors, dear; aren't you
going to "
But Mr. Tibbets had disappeared into
his bedroom and slammed the door.
And the rest of that night Mrs. Tib
bets slept with William, Junior. NeAV
York Times.
An OUt-Thno Footman.
The epithet of "footman" is of honor
able origin. First, the real footman
was a soldier. He then became a run
ner in attendance upon a person of
rank, and afterward a servant who
ran before his master's carriage for
the purpose of rendering assistance on
bad roads or in crossing streams. lie
was a mark of the consequence of the
traveler. His dress Avas a light black
cap, a jockey coat and white linen
trousers. He always carried a poie
six or seven feet long. The real foot
man of to-day is a male servant Avho
attends the door, the carriage and the
table, Xew York Press.
Anglomania in Tarii.
Parisians are in the throes of Anglo
mania. Polo, foot-ball, rowing, all
these English snorts, are the fashion.
The tea shops, dotted all over Paris
are filled Avith French ladies of all
ges, drinking tea at 5 o'clock. Hom
ey and Hoppncr are alluded to with
careless ease in Parisian newspaper
rticles. The shops are full of English
colored prints, and little boys are
dressed as diminutive Ilghlanders.
London Ladies' Field.
There are now D1.53S divorced people
in the United States, of whom over
two-thirds are womea,
LIQUID FUEL.
Recent Dlacovery an Argument For De
creasing Use of Coal.
' The recent discovery of new oil fields
bo extensive that there is good reason
to believe that the oil wells Avill not
soon be exhausted and that there is an
assured supply to meet the demands of
the future; the construction of pipe
lines which very materially reduce the
cost of transportation, and the high
price of coal which has prevailed In
many manufacturing districts, have
combined to give a new argument for
the burning of crude oil for power pur
poses. But in the Western and Southwest
ern States, where steam coal has al
ways been both scarce and poor in qual
ity, and where the question of trans
portation from the neAV fields in Texas
and California has been less of an ob
stacle to the Installation of oil burning;
equipments than has been the case on
the Atlantic coast, the interest is even
greater and the use of oil has become
far more extensive. In California oil
is rapidly driving coal out of the field
for power purposes' throughout .the
State. The same is true in Texas, and
of much of the territory lying in be
tween. This general use of oil has af
feeted not only the power and lighting
and manufacturing plants in these re
gions, but also the railroads and ma
rine transportation as well. With the
relative economy at present prices, be
tween the oil and coal varying from
one-eighth to one-half or perhaps less,
according to the cost of transportation
from the. wells to the different points
where the oil is consumed, this unusual
development is not surprising, and,, the
use of liquid fuel for power purposes is
still rapidly growing.
One railroad operating in California
Is noAV burning oil on more than 180 of
its locomotives. Another of the great
transcontinental systems is already
using oil on about 500 of its locomo
tiveswhich is thirty per cent, of the
total number operated by the system
and is equipping others as rapidly as
possible. In addition to the use on lo
comotives it is using oil on its steamers
in San Francisco Bay, and on its river
steamers with very good results. A. L.
Williston, in Engineering Magazine. .
The Two Thieves.
' X FABLE.
A man who had stolen a half million,
dollars once went to a lawyer for ad
vice. "Where is the swag?" asked the law
yer.
"Alas," said the thief, "I undertook:
to corner the onion market and it
proved too strong for me. The dough
is gone. I have just $1.S3 in my gar
ments. I squandered the money as
fast as I stole it, though my wife may
have saved a couple of simoioons."
"You are crazy, or else a fool," said
the lawyer. "Or may be a lunatic.
Perhaps all three. You certainly are
not sane. But you have no money to
hire experts, so you had better plead
guilty and beg for mercy. You Avill
got off Avith a sentence of perhaps
eighteen years in prison. Next time
have sense enough to save Avhat you
steal."
The next day another thief visited
the lawyer. "I have grabbed off $S00,
000," he remarked cheerfully..
"Where is it?" asked the attorney.
"Buried," said the thief. ' "Burieit
deep. But not so deep that it can be
dug up."
"How much of it?"
"All, and more, too. 'I invested it so
well that it has grown. Not a cent
has been wasted. I lived on my salary-,
and no one suspected I was becoming;
Avealthy."
"You are a genius," said the lawyer.
"You certainly haA-e the keenest intel
lect I ever encountered. Let me shake
your hand. We will hire experts, prove
that you are crazy, that you always
were non-compos, that eA-ery one knew;
it, and in a few months you will be
out of legal troubles."
Moral: It sometimes takes money tot
prove a palpable fact New York Sun.
A Big Teapot.
It is the biggest teapot on record.
It Avill hold at least four gallons, and
that is more of a teapot than many
of the young women Avho preside at
afternoon teas would care to handle.
It is a beautiful Japanese affair of
Imari ware, Avith a big reed handle,
and it would be worth an admission
fee to gaze at it at a charity tea. It is
in one of the shops, and the only one
of the size they have ever seen.
New York Times.
Brussels has a church clock wound
by atmospheric expansion Induced by
the heat of the sun, ' - - -