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NO. 22.
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Vv'i'T I It I
..the; yesterdays
Broken pillar with crumbling stone ,
Tell of her yesterdays,
Tell o the time when she stood alone
Mighty in all her ways.
'Trackless stretches of heaping sand,
Red in the wasting heat,
.Breathe ol sinuous saraband
Tripped by the joyous feet.
Fallen temple and shattered tomb,
Tumbled and gaping' wall.
Tell, of ielarflbermg vine and bloom
Beauty that "covered all.
Silent, solemn, and eehoeless,
'Under the brooding sky
"Where the profit to them tha, guess,
1
-isiiing us when and why:
HER WEDDING SILVER.
DON'T know" what you
girls are going to give
Mabel for a wedding pres
ent, but I know what I
am not going to give her
and that is .silver table
silver. I shall get her a lamp or a set
of hooks or a rocking chair or or
anything, providing.lt isn't silver!"
' - Such an announcement against the
conventional was, naturally- greeted
with cries of "What in the world has
happened to you?" and "For goodness' s
sake!'' and like expressions of astonish
ment. "Well. I'm just' judging from my own
experience. Of course, she will be
.hopping mad at first if I don't send her
si Lv.fr,.. ibjit "after- she's been married a
year or, two ypu vill hear ,her. tongue
ringing with praises of my far-sightedness!
Now, when I w(as . married. I
was. 'presented with , enough table sil
ver to start a, 'respectable ' sizetf silver
phop.' "Silver anil cbt" glass "iia'fug"'sf-"
ways been a hobby of mine, I pet
fectJy.'Veveled fn the- thought' of .h4wi
my. table would: .shine and sparkle
with pretty things, after I cam-? home
and settled down to housekeeping. Of
course, t had several duplicates, 'but I
wouldn't think of exchanging .them for
.something I really needed." '
The girls exchanged meaning glances.
'But I wouldn't, truly I wouldn't.
: packed .-them airway in the little'
'kite that "brother George bought me
for' that very purpose, -and which I
Jkw1 moved up inroim'y bedroom."
T. never saw it; -where does; it stand.?'.1
inquired one of the'glrlsr
"Why, niy dear; fyou 4iave. sat .down
in front of it. and written a letter on it
any' number of times, thinking it only
a writing desk. In. it; J also keep my
' company pieces of value which I only
tio cn state occasions.' Then I h'avo an
odd-fashioned traveling bag in which I
k'cp the small table silver, such as
knives 'and forks, tea, after dinner
table and dessert spoons, the parving
set, individual salts, my creamer and
sugar bowl, and all the little piece's:
which , are daily in use. And.it is all
such .1 worry!
"Like every other housekeeper, 1,
am afraid to leave my silver doyp-
stairs in the dining room all night for
f en v. burglars might chance to pay us
a visit. And after the day's work -is
done that silver has to be washed and
rouwted,' arid that has become a terrible
lasli. . i". ,
"Ami th?:j -when I leave the house
for a visit overnight I am worn to a
shadow trying to contrive a hiding
place, for it that burglars won't sus-
ptVt. I assure you I'm beginning to
realize the truth of the old saying,
; 'Biased is: he that hath nothing.' For,
unless it chances to be Mary Ann's
night in. Bob and I are obliged to de-h-IIil?
any invitation which will tear us
away from that blessed silver. 1 had
110 idea when I got married that I
ighonld degenerate ip.to,;.a caretaker of,
ilvn'. else, I should have applied for a
position in the Treasury at once, where
I would" at least be rewarded for ray
vigilance'," and she drew a.; long sigh.
" Why,. , I've positively thought of
little else than thieves and "silver since
I? y.e.ibeeii! married. Every night for
a month after we came home from
our weddipgtrip I had, the .nightmare,
in which I could see, thieves blowing
tip the 'safe, packing my wedding sil
.rer in that tea cloth witfefthe Mexican
drawn work corners that mother gave
me. and disappearing through the win
dow, ,while. I stood looking on at the
performance, powerless 'to make a
sound or do a thing!"' ''.,'
"How dreadful!", exclaimed the girl
w ith the auburn hair.
"And then, too, you never know and
never can guess what all the silver
pieces are for. Listen! After we had
settled down Bob said to me one day:
!t1 H
"fell
OF NATIONS.
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, . . .- w . .
Once the trumpet in brazen glee
Sang at the palace gates;
Once the masters of minstrelsy
Babbled of loves: and hates;
Once the sword in the jeweled sheath
Clamored along the way
Dead to-day. with the crumbled wreath
Worn in that yesterday.
So the glamour and -so the pride
Marble arid brass and gold
Dust of ages to come will hide
Tombs of the years will hold.
We, unknowing and overvain,
Strong in our sweep and sway,
Hug the baubles that mark our reign
Living our yesterday. -
XV. D. JSesbit, in Chicago Tribune,
I'd like it, dear, if you could contrive
to have a sort of family luncheon and
invite: ft-few of my relatives. I'd like
to. have' them see what a nice little
housekeeper I married; besides it
would sort of square us up, you know,
for the fine wedding presents they all
gave us."
I agreed to this heartily, and, think
ing to show my appreciation of their
generosity toward us when we were
married, I put on my thinking cap and
contrived a luncheon composed of only
such dishes as would give me a chance
to use the silver and glass which they
had given us, thus delicately convey
ing to each one of them the idea that
housekeeping in general, and luncheon
in particular; w'buianave been a fail-'
4'ure but for their'-th'ottghf-fulness.
-''.'. WoM, the das1' wfcUh- luncheon arrived-;
and wirh"i the guests: all' eager,
I suppose,;, to gee haw Bob's wife could
einteria.n,,Jv;bacl;cnt flowers for the
.occasian,tiinci had ordered thp ice cream
to De molded in the iorm or hearts. 1
proposed to show them that ours was
an ideal marriage none of the marry-you-for-your-money
kind of partner--strips,
so. common nowadays.
"After we were all seated and fairly
launched I pressed the bell for Mary
Ann." As'she passed1 the currant jelly
to Aunt Amelia in the cut-glass dish
that Au.nt'Saral lisjd'.giveji us for that'
purpos'eX;tlipit.sht detected a peculiar
look on her face. In fact, she looked
up two or three times as though she
were going to speak, and then she set
tled baok'inlhcr criaUH again. I began
to get nervous, for I didn't know but
that. in opening the jar Mary Ann had
broken the glass, and accidentally
sprinkled' some of it in the jelly. But
when it came around to me I could
see nothing wrong ; with it. I've al
ways understood that it was a trying
ordeal for a -young wife to be passed
upon by her husband's relatives, but
never, did. I . imagine itwas anything
like-what I-was suffering that day. As
each jlish was passed. with its respect
ive' fork or spoon each a gift front
some one of those present reposing
carelessly on it, I watched to see th(.
smile of gratification which I couldn't
but Relieve would show itself upon
the face of the donor, but to my sur
prise ana mortification, each helping
seemed to evoke the same peculiar
smile that T had .observed on Aunt
Amelia's face when she helped herself
to the jelly.
"I bogan to feel like a martyr at the
stake, and I resolved, then and there,
never to invite another relative of my
husband's" to break bread with me
again. I noticed that they all seemed
to have a dreadful time, somehow,
managing their tea in the new cups
which mother's sister sent us from.
New York. However, I thought that
possibly 'this was the first time in their
lives that they , had .ever been to a
swtll luncheon, and pity rather than
fear filled my heart. From then on I
pretended not to notice their, awkward
ness, and only prayed that the meal
would soon come to an end. As the
ice-cream made its appearance, with
the spoons Aunt Mary had given us
lying alongside, on the cut-glass ice
cream saucers that my own uncle had
given us, I again straightened up and
grew tafluvtlve.
"I think, those -spoons. Aunt Mary,'
I called to where' she sat, at the other
end of the t$J?n6?are just as sweet as
they can be!" What odd handles they
have, too so long!' I thought I would
show her that the kind of ice-cream
spoons that I lmd been accustomed to
were entirely different.
" 'Yes, my dear,' she answered,
sweetly, 'that's so they can reach the
bottom of the glass to stir up the lem
onade. "I could feci the color rush to my
cheeks, I was so flustered that I just
said, sillilj-,. 'Why, of course.'
' " 'That's what I told you I thought
they were for,' put in that husband of
mine, 'but you said you knew better,
and as it was only-' a trifling matter,
anyway. I made up my mind that I
shouldn't allow it to get us into our
first quarrel.' And he smiled at me
from across the table. 'Now that
you've met Aunt Amelia, why don't
you find out what that spoon with the
holes in the hovel is for. I've had my
doubts all along about it being for
jelly.'
" 'Well, I was going to tell you. my
dear, when the maid passed it to me
with the jelly; then I was afraid you'd
think me a meddlesome old woman, so
I concluded to let it go,' spoke up Aunt
Amelia in such a friendly way, 'but it
really is a spoon for cracked ice. I
never saw one before myself, and so
I bought it because I wanted to give
you something that wouldn't be apt to
be duplicated.' The dear soul! She
put it so SAveetly that I just got up
and went oyer to where she sat and
gave her a kiss.
" 'And now, with a glance at my
husband, 'that we're all so well ac
quainted I don't suppose it would be
out of place if I should ask some of
the others to explain the uses of their
gifts, would' it?' At this they all
laughed good natured'y.
" 'Well,' began Uncle Harry, 'those
forks you used for oysters, the clerk
told me were for strawberries, but I
reckon it's all the same.'
" '.That's what made the oysters so
hard to manage, I guess. I noticed
that they kept slipping up on the tines,'
thought I.
'"'That spoon that Bob used for the
fruit is really a tomato server,' went
on Cousin Emma, 'for I was with mam
ma when she bought it.'
" 'And that bowi over there, with the
Oriental spoon, is for mayonnaise dress
ing; at least I think that is w;hat Caro
line wrote me,' she continued'..' while
every one at the table stared at the
bowl which I had thoughtfully, filled
with powdered sugar, and placed right
alongside the strawberries, where it
would be handy. ';-'
'"So long as you don't mind our tell
ing you what the different things are
for,' said Aunt Mildred, pleasantly,
.'why, I may as well tell" you, my dear,
that that long-hand.led fork and spoon
are not for salad, but are intended for
olives and pickles when they are served
in the bottle.
" 'Well,' honestly confessed Uncle
Billy, 'I've really forgotten what that
queer-looking spoon I bought at Bif
fany's is for myseli': they have so
many new fangled things nowadays
that they didn't have when I was a
boy, but it seems to me that it is a
cream ladle or some such thing.'
"'No!' said I, triumphantly, 'it isn't!
That is a cheese scoop!' But I fear I
rather spoiled the impression 1 bad
hoped to convey for, upon being ques
tioned as to how I knew, I was obliged
to admit that I had seen one in a
silver catalogue that some jewelry
firm had mailed me.
"Well, we all had a good laugh, and
our formal luncheon turned out to be a
very informal one, after all, and I
have always felt thoroughly at home
with Bob's relatives ever since, prob
ably due to the fact that the ice having
been broken, as it was at that first
luncheon."
'Well, what "was wrong with the tea
cups?" inquired the girl who never
forgot anything.
"Oh, yes! . That was tho ""worst of
all!" concluded the one who had been
telling her troubles to the others. "Do
you know that the very next week
after my eventful luncheon, Priscilla
Clark gave a pre-nuptial luncheon and
the very first course was clam bouillon.
served in cups just like mine." I. E.
M., in the New York Times.
IIow Forests A fleet the Air.
rrof essor Mouillcfert, af the National
Agricultural College of Grignon, France,
explains why it is that a balloon al
ways descends when it is passing over
a forest, making it necessary for the
voyagers to throw out ballast to give
it greater buoyancy. Above every
forest there is a stratum of cool, moist
air, produced by the abundant tran
spiration of the trees, which extends
from 3000 to 5000 feet above the tree
tons..vIii. speaking of .the absorption
of moisture from the soil by the tree
roots, he says that the moisture is
taken from the under soil, the trees
keeping the upper soil moist to a
depth of four or five inches.
According to a famous musician,
about fifty per cent, of the German na
tion understand music.
A, Plucky Dame of 17T6.
The spirit of '70, as is well known,
was manifest not only in the courage
and heroism of the men of that stirring
period but in the bravery of women
as well.
."My great-grandmother," said Miss
Anne, "lived near Trenton, N. J., not
far from where one of the great bat
tles was fought. She "was married,
but her husband had gone to war; and,
with two other young mavried women,
cousins, whose husbands had also
joined the Revolutionary Army, she
remainvd in the old homestead, await
ing anxiously such meager bits of war
news as might come to them from the
distant fields of action.
"One day, at noon, when the three
women were seated at dinner, each
with a babe in her arms, a little troop
of British soldiery rode up to the house.
The women heard their noir approach
but before they had time to move the
soldiers, an officer and two men, in
full uniform, and with jingling spurs,
were in the room. Doffing his hat, the
young officer sharply accosted the wife
seated nearest him:
"Madame, where is your husband?'
" 'He has gone to town,' faltered the
timid creature.
'"And your husband, madame?' he
peremptorily demanded of the next
young woman.
" 'He is somewhere out on the farm,'
she stammered, equally frightened.
"Then the officer addressed this same
query to my great-grandmother:
" 'Where is your husband, madame?'
"My great grandmother rose to her
feet, and said boldly:
" 'He is gone to fight the British.'
" 'Good!' exclaimed tne officer, and
he slapped my great-cjrandmother on
the shoulder, as if she were a man
and a comrade-at-arms; 'you're the girl
for me!' ,
'"Thenwith his men, the officer with
drew, leaving the old hoine and its de
fenseless occupants unmolested."
1 - Tlie True Gentleman.
The late Frederick Temple, the. octo
genarian primate of the Church of
England, who died last year, once' gave
the, .following outline of what, he con-'
sidered really gentlemanly conduct,
says Collier's Weekly:
"The man who is thoroughly unsel
fish in all small things, he is the man
in regard of whom it is quite impos
sible for j-ou not to feel. That man is
a gentleman. Let his rank in society
be what it may, let him be ignorant of
the ordinary conventionalities of social
intercourse, still, if the man be truly
self-sacrificing, if in his ordinary rela
tions with hi3 fellows there'is true and
genuine humility, true and -genuine un
selfishness, it' is impossible for any
man who has much to do with him. not
to feel, 'that man is a gentleman.' I
don't care whether he is learned or
not, whether he is educated or not; I
don't care how ignorant he may be, or
how low- he may stand; I don't care if
he be ever so poor; the man who con
stantly .shows that he is giving himself
up for the . sake of other people, that
man is at heart and in reality one of
nature's gentlemen, and this is the way
in which he shows it." .
Inkling of Truth.
You can't tell a man a great truth;
he must find it out himself.
It often happens that we forget yet
do not forgive.
He who can feel guilty is partly in
nocent. No one can reach the sublime with
out first passing through the stage ot
seeming ridiculous.
Satire is a weapon that can be used
only at close quarters.
A man may become ignorant by read
ing too much.
One who sets his standard of con
duct too high is in danger of becoming
a hypocrite.
A man's reputation depends not so
much on what he does as on what he
says. WTilliam M. Blatt, in the Corn
hill Booklet.
Kissing Not Dangcrou.
The Stillwater Advance refers to the
alleged danger of kissing and de
nounces it as an unmitigated slander
on the women. "There can be no more
danger. in kissing a beautiful woman,"
says the paper, "than in kissing the
sunlight of a new blown' rose, and for
the purpose of demonstrating our posi
tion we stand ready to kiss any white
woman (who does not wear store teeth)
from Cape Cod to Kalamazoo. We are
not afraid of this diabolical kissing mi
crobe, and the man who would recom
mend the abolition of the health-giving
kiss is fit only for treason, stratagem
and spoils and is clearly unconstitu
tional and should be abolished himself.
Kan5as City Journal.
LONG TRIP ON MOTORCYCLES
Adventurous Men Plan Journey of
3,500 Miles.
Weber Benton and William Rode
maeher of St. Louis are about to start
on a trip of 3,500 miles on a motor
cycle, the entire trip to be made in a
period of three months. The men will
ride their motorcycle to Kansas City,
and go from there to San Francisco by
train. Then the real trip will begin.
The machines they will ride weigh
175 pounds each, and are guaranteed
to make a mile a minute under favor
able circumstances. The machines are
gasoline motors of the latest pattern.
The tourists are both men of light
weight; Mr. Benton tipping the scales
at 120 pounds and Mr. Rodemacher at
145. They will, of course, carry no
more luggage than is absolutely neces
sary, a camera being the most essen
tial part.
From 'Frisco the proposed route
will take them through the -Yosemite
valley and among the big trees, on
down through the Mojave desert and
over the pass into semi-tropic Califor
nia. All the side trips which tourists
usually make from Los Angeles will
be gone over and then the road down
the coast, through Escondido and La
Jolla, to San Diego, the Naples of
America, will be taken.
The tracks will have to be doubled
back almost to Los Angeles and then
the trip will be through the citrus
belt, where the great orange and lem
on groves are located. When the
Sierra Madres are crossed and "Old
Baldy," the big peak,, fades from sight,
the really serious part of the trip will
be before them, for the great Colorado
desert must be crossed. It was on
this desert that so many people per
ished in their attempt to reach the
"land of gold" in the early 50's.
,. The Grand canyon of the Colorado
will be visited, and then the sage
brush country will be crossed "alnd the
Apache Indian villages ih' easfcer'a Ari
zona will see the motor cyle-fqr the
first time.
The great Pecos valley is the next
objective point and from that wonder
ful, country the riders will tour to
San Antonio and other southern Texas
points. From here another double will
Cyclist and Equipment.
be made back across the Texas plains,
through the Pecos valley and over the
mountains to Albuquerque
The mountain trail will be followed
to Las Vegas and points of interest
not on the railroad in New Mexico.
The Santa Fe will be followed through
Colorado and Kansas on the way to
Kansas City.
TIRED OF THE MONOTONY.
Why George Grossmith's Butler Was
Leaving His Service.
Many and various and weird are the
reasons given by servants for wanting
a change of place. Here is a tale told
by George Grossmith, which adds a
rare and wondrous instance to the
long and eccentric list:
His butler, who had been with him
for nearly twenty years, went to him
one day and said:
"If you please, sir, I want to leave."
Mr. Grossmith was corry, and asked
the man his reason.
"I would rather not say, sir," was
the mysterious reply.
This was uncomfortable, and Mr.
Grossmith pressed the question again.
"Come," he said, "you have been
with me for so long and have never
complained before. Surely I have al
most a right to know why you wish
to leave. Your secrecy is unpleasant,
and I must really beg of you to tell
me yur reason for leaving my ser
vice." The butler thought a moment and
then said:
"Wrell,..sir,, as you insist, I must tell
you. But I don't want to. (A pause.)
The fact is, sir, I've been with you
for close upon twenty years, and I'm
I tired of the sight of you and all your
family!"
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