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VOL- XIV. PLYMOUTH, N. C, FRIDAY.. OCTOBER 16, 1903. NO. 30.,
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TWO CAREERS.
BX JENNIE BETT8 HART8WICK.
What ha3 she done that men should stay
Tha jostling liurry of their way
To seek with wonder-eager eyes
The darkened mansion where she lies?
What has she done that, far and wide.
Has flashed the word that she has died
That folk in distant lands have said
To one another, "She is dead?"
Why should the lips of strangers raisa
'Vo f r a monument of praise?
Ah, it was hers to conquer fame.
.r She made a Name.
IN LATITUDE
BY RALPH HENRY BARBOUR.
THE STORY OF A FEW MINUTES' WILD ADVENTURE AND AWFUL
PERIL JUST OUT FROM MORRIS COVE.
!lIEN you were a boy,"
asked Helen, thoughtfully,
"did . you ever imagine
things V"
(rA "Mb?"
iVer make believe you were "what
you weren't, you know Jack the
Uiant Killer, a Fairy Prince, King Ar
thur" "I used to make believe I was a lo
comotive sometimes, and go choo, choo,
choo," I replied with an effort.
"Oh!"
She seemed disappointed. I put my
pipe back between my teeth and pulled
my cap further over my eyes, yet not
so far as to shut her out of vision.
She was very lovely. She wore white
things. Her sleeves were rolled up to
her elbows I could see the dimples oc
. easionally and her hat, a broad, flap
ping thing of white cloth with a scarf
floating away from it, was getting
very, very wet from the water that
had' splashed In the bottom of the boat.
I wanted to warn her of this, but the
sun was so .jolly, the air so balmy, and
I was so altogether comfortable that
conversation was repellant.
Helen drew in her line dreamily,
scowled ferociously at finding the bait
intact, and dropped it back again into
the smooth green water. Then she
folded her wet, btown hands on the
gunwale, and stared thoughtfully
across the harbor. She was very love
ly. The sun made glints of copper in
her brown hair. Behind her, half a
mile away, was the beach, golden in
the morning sunlight; above it the
green-clad bluff, topped by the hideous,
veranda-mad hotel. Over all was a
cloudless blue sky. About us was the
sea, green around the boat, blu fur
ther away, shot with dazzling flecks
and blurs of sunlight.
From the bea'ch came the softhu-
:s-sh of the tiny waves. Afar off n loco
motive shrieked shrilly. Seven 6ilvery
chimes floated across from the gleaming-white
yacht in front of the club:
'house, and were echoed over and over
by smaller craft. Under my head the
lazy swell lapped sleepily at the bow.
"I-I think you have a bite," said
Helen, doubtfully.
I glanced at where my line was tied
.around a thole-pin.
"Yes, I believe I have." I said.
"Aren't you going to see?" asked
"Helen.
'T closed my eyes negatively.
1 "You're the laziest man I ever saw,"
she said.
' "Not lazy: philanthropic. I am giv
ing a little f.shie a nice breakfast."
Helen watched my line. Presently
she sighed. "It's all over."
I shuddered and;; closed my eyes
again. Alter a minute or two the end
of the .pn Inter began to dig into my
back, and I stirred uncomfortably and
looked at Helen. She was observing
ne intently from two very wide open
l)lue eyes. She laughed softly.
"I thought I could do it, she
triumphed.
"It was the painter," I denied, indig
nantly. "Very well," she replied, soothingly.
Let's make believe."
"All right; go ahead."
-' She scowled until she had two
creases over her nose and looked at
tne as though I wasn't there; then she
said. "We're shipwrecked."
"The deuce!" said I.
; "Yes: three days out from from "
"Morris Cove."
"Liverpool," she continued, frown
ing. "We ran into a terrible storm,
which dismantled us." 4
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And she who lies so whitely still,
Untouched of joy, unvexed of ill.
Has she done aught? Why; surely, no;
The records of her living show
No laurels won, no glory gained,
No effort crowned, no height attained;
In life she championed no cause;
Why should the passing people pause?
One little household's narrow scope
Hold all her heart and all her hope.
Too lowly she for fame's high dome,
She made a home.
Harper's Bazar.
3712 WEST.
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"Oh, well, we can do without man
tels," I comforted.
"Both masts went by the board and
the captain and second officer and the
entire crew were swept overboard in a
heavy sea."
I shuddered. "He owed me three
dollars," I mourned.
"He was a godless man," said Helen,
severely.
"I beg your pardon?"
"He was a godless man. ne was
ah intoxicated at the time of the dis
aster. It was a judgment."
"It was," I affirmed. I shook my
head sadly. Then I asked, "Where
were we at that time?"
"In latitude thirty-seven and a half
west," said Helen, glibly.
"Must have been a bargain," I mur
mured. "Shortly after," she continued, "the
storm abated. Alone and unassisted
you rigged a jury mast."
"I did!" I assented, eagerly.' I
strove to look heroic, even going to the
length of removing my pipe; then a
natural generosity reproved me. "But
you forget yourself," I charged; "you
forget the er the splendid assistance
you rendered me. You forget how,
lashed to er lashed to a hen coop,
you labored bravely with me through
the long watches of the night, and
when morning dawned gray and cheer
less over a tossing, leaden sea, you "
"Nothing of the sort," she interrupt
ed. "You forget that I am a passenger.
I passed the awful hours in my state
room, praying for morning, expecting
every moment to be the last."
"Oh," said I, "I had the wrong book;
it's Clark, Russell, isn't it?"
She paid no heed. With eyes fixed
upon the distant horizon she spoke on
like a seer. "A spell of calm weather
followed."
"It did," I said, humbly. "I saw it
following."
"Hourly we scanned the ocean for
sight of a sail. Once " She paused:
her voice broke with emotion. "Once,
far in the distance, low down on the
horizon "
"I thought ii. was horizon?"
"We sighted a speck, a faint blur
against the immensity of the empty
world. All day we watched it. eating
nothing, silently praying that it might
change its course and come to our
rescue. Yet when night came down
we were once more alone in the vast
darkness."
"Or dark vastness," I offered, help
fully. "When morning dawned again the
faint speck was longer there. A fright
ful loneliness, an awful hopelessness,
came over ui."
"It they did."
"Yet you were brave, so brave!" She
looked at me admiringly. What could
I say? I waved a hand carelessly, and
smoothed my tie.
"While there's life there's hope," I
murmured.
"You bade me keep up my courage
Ah, I needed your comfort then! Life
was very empty for a while. You "
"Well, you had me," I reminded.
"Then then the food gave out."
" What?"
"Starvation stared us in the face."
"No, no!" I cried. "Not that! Any
thing but that!"
"The barrel which we had believed
held held plumduff and and "
" "Deviled kidneys!"
"Hard tack "
"Oh!"
"We discovered to be filled only
with "
"Crullers," I said, imploringly.
"With with duhib-bells!"
"Dumb-bells? Why dumb-bells?" I
asked, coldly.
For an instant she looked non
plussed. Then she said, falteringly,
"I don't know. They they were part
of the cargo, I think."
"Maybe she's a training-ship," I sug
gested. Helen blinked.
"Starvation stared us "
"You said that once."
"With a groan you covered your
face with your hands "
"Yes, yes," I cried. "Then, like a
flash, I remembered that in the cap
tain's cabin I had seen a box of beef
steak and onions. With an exclama
tion of joy I dashed headlong down
the companion way. The box was still
there. Seizing a large, thick steak,
I hurried to the galley "
"You're quite wrong," interrupted
Helen, inexorably. "Hunger has gone
to your brain. You've had nothing to
eat for three days, and "
"No, no, please! Not three days!
One, if you must, but not "
"For three weary days," she insisted.
I groaned aloud .and passed a trem
bling hand across the front of my
shirt. It was true! The pangs of hun
ger were already biting. I looked long
ingly toward the shore.
"But that was not the worst!"
"Stop, stop!" I beseeched.
"The next day we drank the last
of our meagre store of water. Then
indeed Death hovered nigh."
"Tell me one thing," I begged, in
broken . whispers, "The the cask of
Burgundy, vintage of '78, and the two
dozen bottles of Scotch whisky in the
captain's cupboard, they they were
still there-?"
Helen looked across at me pityingly,
and shook her head. With an an
guished cry I hid my face in my hands.
"We found the cask stove in and
the bottles broken to atoms."
"Did we?" I muttered, vacantly. "1
had forgotten."
"Without food and water "
"Water, water everywhere, r.nd not
a drop to drink!" I gibbered.
"For three days we have drifted over
a cruel, glassy sea, under a burning,
pitiless sky."
"Pitiless sky," "I echoed, with parched
Hps.
"And yet and yet through it all
there has been one thing to comfort
us, one bright spot in the darkness
of despair."
I looked toward her eagerly. "I
knew it! I knew it! There was one
bottle saved! lie had hidden it in his
bunk!"
"Hush!" she said.
I sank back again, weak. and dispir
ited. "And that," she continued, with a
wrapt, dreamy expression in her eyes,
"and that was our love for each
other."
"Eh?"
"And that was our love for each
other," repeated Helen, softly.
"Oh cr yes; that, of course!" 1
said, hurriedly.
"What though we had known each
other less than a fortnight? Love "
"What though?" I murmured.
"Love is not born of time. It may
blossom in a day, an hour, a minute."
"A second!"
"So with our love." She paused, and
looked dreamily over the sea. Was
she, too, thinking of luncheon? But
no. "We loved each other at first
sight."
"We did." I affirmed, heartily.
Helen faltered; her eyelids fluttered;
a tinge of pink crept over her hunger
pallid cheeks.
"Yet you would never have spoken
had not Fate thrown us alone together
here thousands of miles from shore."
I glanced startledly towards the
beach. It was not there! In a panic
my ej'es swept the horizon. Thank,
heaven! It was over my left shoulder!
The tide had swung the dory around.
"For there was a gulf between us,"
Helen continued. "I was an heiress,
and you were merely a second officer."
"Oh, I say!" I demurred.
"But danger brought us together.
Position, wealth, all else was forgotten.
We loved each other; that was
enough."
"Quite," I said, with satisfaction.
"There, with the tempest howling in
our ears, tossed about by the angry
waves, alone on the ocean, the seal of
silence was broken. Danger drew us
together. You spoke. Wrapped in
each others' arms, for a time all was
forgotten. Love held our souls."
"Eh did I that is, well, did' I kiss
you j
'No," said Helen sharply
"Oh." I considered. "Not even one
tiny, little kiss?"
"No." Helen considered. "Well,
perhaps one very, very small one," shot
allowed.
"I thought I remembered it," I an
swered, brightly. "And did you
er "
"But then came the awakening," she
hurried on.
"Oh, we woke up?" I asked.
"Suddenly a gust of wind forced us
apart "
"Cruel wind!" I sighed, dolorously.
"And with a loud report the sail
was torn into ribbons. '
"A ribbon sale?" I inquired.
"The rain fell in torrents, the light
ning flashed across the sky. At the
mercy of the elements, our frail bark
was borne onward at awful speed.
Suddenly above the sound of wind and
wave the roaring of the surf upon the
shore reached our ears. The moment
of supreme peril was at hand! A
flash of lightning, more intense than
any heretofore, lighted up the scene.
Before us, scarce a cable's length
away, rose a towering cliff of jagged
rock. Below it the surf dashed high,
as though hungry "
"Eh?"
"As though hungry for its prey. And
in the weird light I saw your face. Ah,
never shall I forget it! It was "
"Maybe I hadn't shaved," I mur
mured, extenuatingly.
"Calm with a hig-h and noble cour
age.'" "Ah!"
"You took me in your arms. Our
lips met in one last, long kiss. Terror
passed from my heart. I was content
to have it so. Silently we waited.
Then with a crash and shock that
threw "
The crash came! Helen shrieked. I
struggled to my knees. Watson's
launch was digging its nose into the
dory, and Watson was grinning down
at us.
"Hello, you folks! Aleep? I want
you to come aboard for lunch. I'll
tow "
I struggled to my feet, threw myself
into the launch, and seized Watson's
knees.
"Saved! Saved!" I sobbed. Wom
an's Home Companion.
An Ingenious Scheme,
To any one who doesn't possess the
modest luxury of a private car, travel
ing is always a thing fraught with dis
comfort. Columns could be written
on the pathetic struggles of the woman
who travels to stow her wearing ap
parel away in the coffin-like confines
of a lower berth. Any right-minded
woman prepares to shed tears when
she thinks of the next morning state of
her traveling skirt. Time was when
porters looked after such things, and
could be induced to preserve garments
over-night in mysterious places, but
these days, on nine sleeping cars out
of ten, the porter is instructed to in
form you that he can't be responsible
for anything Intrusted to him. These
things being as they are, I feel that I
owe a debt of gratitude to a lady
name to me unknown who showed
me how to dispose of a whole ward
robe in a sleeping car.
She travels a great deal, she in
formed me, and she never leaves home
without at least a dozen of the big
safety pins and hook combinations
that people use to attach curtain rings
I forget the technical term for them.
if I ever knew it. I was allowed to
peep into her berth after she had ar
ranged herself for the night, and I
found she had fastened one of these
pins into each of her more bulky gar
ments and had hooked them all in
a row to the top of the berth cur
tain. She said the idea was all her
own and that it was the greatest com
fort in the world to know that every
thing was hanging up neatly, just as
it would be at home. For giving a
really homelike atmosphere to a sleep
ing car I can think of no other scheme
more highly to be recommended.
Washington Tost.
The Ketort Courteous.
A young and popular member of "Par
liament was addressing a meeting at
which there was a considerable rowdy
element present. Like the other speak
ers, he was frequently interrupted, un
til, losing patience, lie called for si
lence, saying, "Dan't let every ass bray
at once." "You go on, sir," said the
ringleader, and the honorable member
was left without a reply. London
Chronicle.
The Hopeless Idiot;
The only idiot that is absolutely hope
less is the man who sits down to rea
son a thing out with a woman. New
York Press.
A SONNET IN X.
Emblem of things that puzzle and perplex,"'
Of quantities unknown the kinds that;
mix
The algebra for youthful brains of six.
As well as those that minds of wisdoni
vex ;
Convenient symbol for the gentle sex,
The hidden sense of sentences prohx,
And other mysteries we try to fix r
Some meaning to, 0 wonder letter X!
Type of the treasure in Pandora's box,
Of anything that needs a mental ax,
Or eyes more sharp than those of any lynx,
Or scent more keen than that of any foxt
Image of all obscurities that tax
The wits of man! Strange riddle of the
Sphinx!
Frank Dempster Sherman, in Harper's
Magazine.
Cholly "Her father actually threat
ened to brain me." Ethel "It doesn't
seem possible. He must have been
joking." Judge.
"Of course t you wouldn't marry a
title." "Not if there was any other
way of. getting one," answered the se
verely practical girl. Chicago Post.
The trust has a peculiar way
That's very far from funny;
A lot of men do all the work,
A few get all the money.
Washington Star.
Financier "I told me boss I couldn't
afford to work for free dollars a week."
Merchant "What did he say?" Finan
cier "Said he hadn't noticed me tryin
to." Judge. .
The Peddler "I want to see the mis
tress of the house." The Master "Do
you? Then step around to the kitchen
door and ask for the cook." Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
Her Father (protestingly) "You wish
to marry my daughter, eh? Why, she
has only just graduated!" Suitor (mag
nanimously) "I know it! And yet I
love her!" Puck.
Of all sad words of tongue or pen
I think the saddest ones are wbea
Your gasolene has run its course
And small boys chorus
. Gittahorse!
New York Sun.
"Father," said the little boy, "what
is a mathematician?" "A mathema
tician, my son, is a man who can cal
culate the distance between the most
remote stars and who is liable to be
flim-flammed in changing a $2 bill."
Washington Star.
Ethel (estatically) "O, Charlie, would
you just as leave propose all over
again, and do it into this phonograph?"
Cholly "Why?" "Why, I want to
have something to remember you by
after you have gone in end spoken to
papa about it." Life.
Mrs. Neustile "I paid $100 for a
Paris hat and that Pattern woman up
the street managed to get one just
like it. But I stopped her from wear
ing it!" Mrs. Neurich "How did you
do it?" Mrs. Neustile "I gave the hat
to the nurse and told her to wear it
every time she took baby out." Balti
more American.
"But I thought," observed the simple
minded person on the outskirts of the
crowd, "that, a king couid do as he
pleased." "Not at all," replied the
other person, craning his neck. "Didn't
you see how he shuddered when he
kissed the other king? He didn't want
to, but he just had to do it." Chlca?
Tribune.
Mrs. Long (who recommended a ser
vant) "Yes, she was an excellent girl
in every way, except she would imitate
me in dress, and things like that." Miss
Short "Ah, yes. I noticed she began
doing it when she came to me; but
she's given it up now." Mrs. Long
"I'm glad to hear it. I expect she saw
she was making herself ridiculous."
runch.
Hemorrhage.
To stop hemorrhage of the lungs
wrap the thighs and arms above the
elbows with small strong cords tightly
drawn and tied. This will stop the flow
of blood almost instantly.
Monocles For Ladies.
Wearing monocles, the latest fashion
for ladies, a craze recently started in
Parts by ladies of the Servian colony,
is extending to London.
A Map Cut in Marble.
The oldest map of Borne, which 13
preserved, is the Forum Urbis, cut in
140 pieces of marble.
If we could see ourselves as others
ceo us we would probably change oar
views.