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If Iff ir i . ii - , , .fff $1.00 a Year, In Advance. . FOR GOD, FOR COUNTRY, AND FOR TRUTH." - 5ineie Copy, 5 Cents. VOL. XIV. PLYMOUTH, N. C, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 1903, NO. 27. 1 - ... I THE SECRET .Are yeu almost disgusted With life, little man? T will tell you a wonderful trick, '-hat w51i bring you contentment If anything can Do something for somebody quick; Do something for somebody quick,' i Arc you awfully tired With play, little girl? Weary, discouraged and sick? I'll tell you the loveliest dame in the world Do something for somebody quick; Do something for somebody quick! riKnNEJj which failed FORBIbbEN OVITINQ dNb ITS ' tOJ4 OU cannot go, and that set Jj( j ties It!" said Alfred Say- O y O low, loudly. If a bolt from the heav- fQ ens bad descended in the midst of the little fctjup seated about the breakfast table it would hardly have created more consternation. Julia Saylow, stout and impressive, put down her coffee cup with a de liberation and eyed her husband in open-mon t bed wonder. . Violet and Mignonette pushed back their chairs as if a second outburst would precipitate immediate flight, and looked anxiously at their mother. Only Willoughby, the nine-year-old scion of the house, retained his com posure to any" extent. He was accus tomer to violent surprises in his' daily walk and recovered himself quickly. ''Why not?" he asked, boldy. "Because you can't that's why," re turned his father sharply. "You all hoar me, don't you?" It was quite evident that he had been hoard, although no reply was forth coming. ' The girls feebly played with their food; Julia's face underwent various changes of color, which finally settled into an aggressive red; and the loy broke into a long whistle of be wilderment. "Will, you may leave the table," said Mr. Say low, sternly. Willoughby gazed thoughtfully at him for a moment, then seized a slice of toast and vanished. He had seen that in his father's eye which remind ed him of an almost forgotten hour of sadness, closely associated with the tingling recollection of a strap. So he WCEt. He meant it," he ruminated "as he slipped away; "yes, I'm sure he meaut it! What's got into him?" Say low was not an imposing figure r.s he folded his napkin and rose to depart. A thin, undersized man, with much gray in the light brown hair and straggling beard. He stooped slightly from close attention to his desk, and there seemed an air of physical weak ness about him, in strong contrast to his portly wife and bouncing daugh ters. But his usually kind gray eyes, wrinkled at the comers with his per petual smile of conciliation, were now quite fierce, as he stopped with his hand on the door knob and looked sev erely at Julia. "You heard me!" he said with emphasis. When the sound of his quick little Iheryous steps was heard fading away in the passage the feminine tongues ytM'C. unloosened. !T;e repression of Julia now burst forth. "My dear children," she be gan, rapidly, but impressively, "I trust you observed that I controlled myself, i thought it better to say nothing in reply, nor to open an argument. There will he no argument we shall go as I have planned. Yi, you may invite Edgar; Min, you may order the wag onette from the stable. We shall go. Tell Willoughby. We start at eleven." "Of course we will go," cried Yi. "I kn.ew we would air the time. Let's get the luncheon ready." Trips to the lakes, five miles from the town, had become weekly occur rences. Alfred had sat down to a lone ly mid-day meal so frequently that he could scarcely remember the number. And these meals had been occasions of trying thought.- " "It cannot go on," he had said to him self again and again. "I do not see what Julia is thinking of. It is too ex pensive. The bill from the stable is something enormous and they get Wats and men to row them and hire fishing tackle. I can't, bear to say anything they enjoy themselves, I suppose but Julia should know bet ter. She is so thrifty in some ways and so improvident in others. I do not understand it. X am so out of the OF HAPPINESS. Though it rains like the rain Of the flood, little man, And the clouds are forbidding and thick, You can make the sun shine In your soul, little man Do something for somebody quick'; Do something for somebody quick! Though the skies are like brass Overhead, little girl, And the road like a well-heated brick; And all earthly affairs In a terrible whirl; Do something for somebody quick; Do something for somebody quick! ' habit of finidng fault at home that 1 don't know what to say. I shall lose my self-control some day; I know I shall." And he had. No one but he knew the volcano smouldering under the erup tionit was but the hiss of the puff of steam from the safety valve of the boiler of a surcharged mind, anxious and worried and shrinking hating to give offence and having to. Saylow attended to his business that morning with a certain feeling of ex alted emancipation. He had asserted himself. He had not intended to be so cross,, but his voice had sounded different from what he meant it should. Still, they had said nothing, and it would be all right by dinner time, and he would exert himself to bo very pleasant. "Going?" queried Willoughby, in great astonishment, when he was noti fied. "Why, father said we couldn't." "Ma says we are, and she is the one," answered Yi. "He didn't mean anything.- Hurry up, Will, and go over to Edgar's." "The boy shook his head dubiously. "I don't know about this," he said, cau tiously. "He did mean it. They say pa's awful in the office when he gets cross." "Oh, come on," laughed his sister; "he is a deary harmless old thing, and will be all right by to-night. Run along. We are going to fish to-day, you know. The wind is just right." "Tell Mr. Saylow that we will be back about six o'clock," called Julia to her maid, as they drove away in style behind a pair of grays. "Give him a good lunch, Margaret." "It is a lovely day. I almost wish they had gone," sighed Alfred, as he walked into the house at noon. "I had to do it, though. I will try to make it up to them in some, other way why, where is everybody? Hullo, Julia, where are you?" "They're gone, sir. Mrs. Saylow said she expected to be back at about six. Your lunch is ready, sir," announced Margaret, appearing from the kitchen. "Gone! Gone Avhere?" gasped the man, with a shrinking premonition of the reply. "To the lake, sir. Didn't they tell you?" "Oh oh yes! To the lake. Yes, I forgot," replied Arthur, instinctively hiding his feeling, while a great wave of anger surged through him. "Serve the luncheon now." He flew upstairs to his room, closed the door and paced up and down with clenched fists and set lips. The mirror on the bureau reflected a white, strange face, unlike his own. "I'll teach them a lesson they will never forget," he muttered. "It is high time. I will show them who is master in this establishment." "Maggie," he said, calmly, "to the girl as he sat down at the table, "this house is to be closed to-day. Here are your wages and a month extra. I want you to pack up and be gone by five o'clock. You shall have a splendid recommendation you have been a good girl." Margaret began to weep loudly, with incoherent protests. "Stop crying, now," said Saylow; "it cannot be helped. Do as I say and leave everything." "But, Mr. Saylow " sniveled Maggie- "I'll attend to everything," he re plied. "This is my affair, and you must be out by five o'clock. Don't try to talk to me. I will not listen. Go now and get ready." With the firm belief that she was alone in the house with one demented, the domestic dried her -eyes and de parted for her little room to pack her small belongings with alacrity. . "That settles Maggie," thought the Irate Saylow. "Now I will write her a, testimonial, and also one to my duti ful wife, lock up everything as tight as a miser's fist and get out my self." It was a very thoroughly closed do micile that Alfred Saylow contemplat ed from the pavement, when, at half past four, he watched a wild-looking girl take her departure. A short but Impressive note was ly ing on Julia's little writing desk foi her edification, in view of the time when she should gain admittance. Her husband looked cautiously about, men ially noting such articles as might be used for -battering rams. He was quite positive that his better half would not delay operations. All the afternoon he had worked in a frenzy of anger. Now he stopped, wondering at himself. "It's clone," he murmured. "Am I fool or not?" A curious reaction pos sessed him. Thoughts of Julia, of the girls, of Will a strange medley of their loving ways and tender words and kindly acts, of the homecomings and homegoings of the past, of the trust ful look of the slender-faced bride of the long age, the babies' faces, the burdens and joys borne and shared, rushed through his brain. He started irresolutely up the steps, his eyes full of tears. Then he shook himself together and walked rapidly away, hardening his soul. A boy stopped him a boy who was breathless and panting. "Here, sir!" he gasped, holding out a paper. "It's from the stable." "Tell 'em I can't pay that bill to day. I'm too busy to attend to it!" snapped Saylow. "No, no," cried the lad; "'taint no bill. It's about your folks. They're all drowned in tho lake." Saylow clutched the note, glanced at it, and ran, making little moaning sounds like a tortured, dying animal. Five minutes later he was galloping like the wiud through the dust on the road to the lake. Teople yelled at him. ' "It's a madman!" they shouted. "Get out of the way!" Then the pounding hoofs and the savage lash of the whip were by and by out of hear ing of their shocked ears. "Thank God and that, doctor, Mr Saylow!" exclaimed the proprietor of the boathouse; "we thought your wife and one of the girls were gone. The young man kep' the other girl up and the little fellow swam ashore. Lucky they was close in, and lucky the doc tor knowed how to bring folks to. They're all right now, I think. All in bed up at the hotel." Alfred leaned against him, white and trembling. The rough man covered his eyes. The other was praying aloud, a strange, incoherent mixture of heartfelt words. Presently he stop ped with a long breath. "They must stay at the hotel to-night," he said. "I'll go there now if you'll lend me your arm. Send their wagonette home, Bob. I'll ride back. I think Mr. Lovell had better stay here, too, to look after them. Our girl had to go away suddenly, and they'll be more comfortable here. I'll drive out in the morning and get them, and I'll send out everything they need this even ing. I have some business I must at tend to and I may not be able to come myself." Saylow sat by Julia's bed for a long time, holding her hand in happy silence. She was very weak and glad to staj Alfred, a carpenter and a locksmith were busily engaged from seven o'clock until nine. Maggie was recov ered immediately and silence pur chased with the extra month's wages, but she has been known to say that Mr. Saylow is a queer man. "Yes," said Julia, as she went up the steps the next day on her husban's arm, "we were very comfortable at the hotel, but after all, Alfred dear, there is nothing like the comfort's of one's own home. Why, what's that in the corner?" "Oh, nothing," answered Saylow, meekly. "I had a man in to mend some of the doors. They squeaked, you know, and the locks needed mend ing" "Yes, they did," said the wife. "I'm glad it's done." New York News. Only Book He Saved. Congressman Curtis had 1100 books in the library of his North Topeka home. Every book was destroyed by the floods save one, which happened to be in an upstairs bedroom. And, curiously enough, this book was a copy of Kelvin's 'The Floods of the Ama zon." Kansas City (Mo.) Journal. Madison Square Garden, New York City, paid expenses last year, for the first time slase It was built IMPROVING SMALL HOMES. Movement to Promote the Material As pects of Home Life. The American Institute for Social Service has named delegates to attend the international housing congress, which Is to be held in Paris from July to November, and the purpose of which Is to arrive at the best plans for mak ing the homes of the working people, more especially the poorer classes, more healthful, convenient and attract ive without imposing serious additional burdens on the occupants. It is ex pected that in this long continued con gress the whole subject, from the standpoint of the working people, the landlord, the tenant, the philanthropist and the municipal and State govern ments, will be reviewed and consid ered. Much good should result the world over from such deliberations. This subject is one to which the peo ple of this country should give special consideration. The working people of the United States live better than those of any other nation in the world, but so they should. They are better paid. The opportunities for general educa tion and 'refinement are within the reach of a much larger proportion of the population than in any other coun try. The inducements for individual ambition are greater in this free, demo cratic land than in other parts of the world. Yet there is scope for great improvement in the domestic environ ments, of a very large class of Ameri can working people, and it should be the business of all those who, through the obligations of special fortune or those of official position can do much to promote the social order, to give tliis subject attention. A little direction, given in the right spirit, will help amazingly those who have little art in helping themselves in the improvement of, the material aspects of home life. The matters of sanitation, cleanliness, order, furnish ings and decorations, both in the house and on the premises, can be greatly promoted through a measure of en couragement. These things do not necessarily make living more expens ive, nor do they increase the burdens of home keeping. A house once in or der may be kept in order with but little daily attention. But the greatest aid and incentive to better standards in the home is higher standards in the municipality. A city that h&s well-paved and well-kept streets, good sidewalks, plentiful shade, fine parks, handsome boulevards and abundance of water at cheap rates, a perfect sewer system and a public spirited administration will not only inspire civic and individual pride in the hearts of its residents, but" it will also invite the better classes in all the walks of life. Feople who seek new and permanent homes take into con sideration the general advantages of a city as avoII as the immediate interests of their business or profession. Kan sas City Stai. . , tove-MokiiiR in "Various Lands. A curious inquirer into amorous cus tomsand traditions has lately set forth some interesting observations on "the way of a man with a maid" in different parts of the world. In Japan, it ap pears, the affair Is carried on with characteristic delicacy. There, the lover who wishes to declare his love throws a bunch of plumflower buds in to the lady's conveyance as she enters it on her way to the wedding of a friend. Should she fasten them to Uov gown it signifies that the suitor is ac cepted; should she throw them away, however, the fates are against him. In the arctic regions a less amiable habit prevails. The Eskimo lover cares little for the usual amenities of civiliza tion; he walks boldly into the fair one's abode, seizes her by the hair, or by her garments of fur, and drags her away to his home. The Hungarian gypsies use cakes as love-letters. A coin is baked into the sweetmeat, which is then thrown at the favored lady as she passes by. If she eats the cake and retains the coin, all is well; but if she should fling back the silver, it would be fatal to the lover's hopes. Among the savages of the Arabian desert the girl is ap proached without ceremony while pas turing her flocks. She resists strenu ously, attacking her suitor with sticks and stones. If he succeeds in driving her into her father's tent she is his, but if she should repulse him, lifelong disgrace would be his portion. Har per's Weekly. Parisians Smoke Coffee. Parisians smoke cigarettes made of the leaves of the coffee plant. Those who have tried them prefer them to tobacco cigarettes. Exchange. THE SOFT SPOT. Most men are just a little off In one way or another; One thinks the best pies ever made Were fashioned by his mother; Another fancies he can sing Or thinks himself a poet. And here and there is one who has A horn and wants to blow it But nearly every man, down in. His heart, goes on believing ( That if he had a garden he'd Do something worth achieving. Chicago Record-Herald, Mrs. Clubman "Will you be home early, Jack?" Mr. Clubman "We'ell, yes, but don't wait breakfast for me.' Brooklyn Life. "So you think justice should be rep resented with a rod and reel?" "Yes. of course! The big fish most always gets away." Puck. He "The fact is that you women make fools of the men." She "Some times, perhaps, but sometimes we don't have to." Boston Transcript. Columbus swore the world was round. And many of us swear That since his time we've often found It anything but square. Catholic Standard and Times. "I is always sorry," said Uncle Eben, "to see a man hoardin' his pen nies like a miser an' squanderin' his opportunities like a millionaire." Washington Star. "What is your position in the choir?" asked the new church member. "Ab solutely neutral," replied the mild tenor. "I don't side with either fac tion." Philadelphia Tress. Mrs. Bargain "Oh, Ethel! I have just talked Edward into giving me the money for a new hat." Mr. Bargain "Which I shall enter into my accounts as 'hush money.' "Town and Country. If college bred is a four years' loaf (Some people say it's so), Oh. tell me where the flour is found For us who knead the dough. i'ehc?u. Growler "When I was "younger, madam, I was a lion." Mrs. Growler "I agree with you." Growler "You do?" Mrs. Growler "Yes; you are stilt the "king of beasts." ord. "He is now, they -Philadelphia liec- say, on the very pinnacle of fame, and yet he isn't ex actly in comfortable circumstances." "That's not surprising. Did you ever sit on a pinnacle of any sort?" Phila delphia Press. "Well, here's one thing about him. any way. He's always ready to con fess his faults." "Nonsense! He's for ever bragging that he's a self-made man, and " "That's it, exactly." Philadelphia Tress. "Madam," said the conductor to the plain and somewhat elderly woman standing up in the street car, "why don't you ask one of these men to give you his seat?" "Because," she an swered, grimly sarcastic, "I haven't the face to do it." Chicago Tribune. The two young persons who were eloping were making their way iu the darkness through a pile of old lumber in the rear of the parental dwelling. "Be careful, Angelina," cautioned Har old, "and don't step on a rusty nail. Love may laugh at locksmiths, but it doesn't laugh at lockjaw." Chicago Tribune. The Thtn Man' Adventure. They were talking of strange adven tures. The big man from the North west told of one which astonished his hearers. "Some years ago," ho said, "I was sleighing in the country and my way lay across a frozen river. I knew the ice was thin, but I determined to cross. The team scurried over the river under whip, and we were midway between, the shores when the ice suddenly gave way and the sleigh, horses and myself sank within a second to the bottom. However, the speed of the horses was so great that we were carried by the momentum safe upon the other shore a little wet. to be sure, but not much, the worse for that." The thin, silent man had listened with great interest to the story. "It is sr"ango," he said, "but the same sort of an accident happened to rne. The issue, however, was more tragic." The big man squinted at the speaker. "And what was the issue?" he asked, suspiciously. "Well, I was drowned," said the thin man, seriously. It is expected that telegraphic com munication with Fashoda will be es tablished very shortly.
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