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VOL. XV. PLYMOUTH, N.'C. FRIDAY. JUNE 24, 1904. NO.M.
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ANOTHER
There are heroes who are landed for their daring on the field.
There are heroes who on engines let their courage be revealed;
There are heroes who rush boldly to save others in distress;
There are heroes who give hungry little orphans happiness,
But another merits mention as. a hero ring the bell
For the man who doesn't grumble when he isn't feeling well.
Let ua give the heroes medals who go forth to dare and do
In the crash and roar of battle, and where flames are leaping, tooj
Let us honor them that nobly help the poor and weak and small.
Hut he ought to have a statue, finely wrought and white and tall,
Who refrains from boring others with his troubles, just for spite,
.Who works on without coniDlaininsr when he isn't feline richt.
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HE READ. HIS ANSWER.
A ROMANCE OF : : By
THE MOUNTAINS : : Charles SJoan Reid
IIG-PIG-FIG-OO-EII!"
Nance Hooper was sta rul
ing at the head, of a little
open ravine which "wound,
away toward the foot of
the mountain. There was
a low rail fence across the head of the
ravine a few yards from the mountain
highway, and against this fence Nance
was leaning. A great mass of flowing
brown hair reached far down below
her waist, about which her homespun
frock was tucked into a large roll,
thus shortening her skirts, in order
that she might move about more fieely.
Up to the right of the ravine was a
little log cabin where she lived.
Ii was late in the afternoon, and as
Nance called the hogs a great crowd of
them came galloping up the hill to
scramble over the apronful of vege
tables which Nance threw over the
l'enc'. From far down the ravine came
the roar of the Tuckasiege River as its
waters tumbled over the ragged
bowlders that marked its bed. With
her elbows on the fence and her chin
resting in her hands, Nance lingered to
list(-n to the roar of the river while she
dreamed. Small clouds were gathering
in the sky all around, and the young
girl's eye watched them slowly change
from one shape to another, forming to
her mind the outlines of various ani
mals and birds.
While Nance was thus lost in her
dreaming and picture-making she sud
denly felt an arm placed about her.
Whirling around she found herself in
the embrace of a tall young inoun
taifleer, who held her firmly, about the
waist and was looking a world of ten
derness down into her eyes.
"Oh, Zeb, how you scared me! Turn
me loose this minute !" cried Nance,
struggling to free herself. At the
same time two bright tears came into
her eyes.
"Won't you kiss me, Nance?" asked
"the young man, eagerly.
"No, I won't. You didn't have any
business to scare me, that's what you
didn't."
Zeb released her and stood back.
For a moment neither of them spoke.
Nance again stood holding the rdp
rail of the fence, and was gazing aivay
down the ravine. Zeb stood a few feet
.away, with his eyes turned toward the
ground. At last he spoke:
"N.-mce, I'm powerful sorry I scared
.you."
The girl did not reply. There was
juiofker long pause, after which Zeb
spoke again:
"Did a big day's work yesterday and
.another one to-day, Nance. Tut forty
live logs into the river, nearly all big
ones."
He waited a moment, during which
he cautiously raised his eyes to a level
with Ihe back of Nance's head.
"I I got th?fc strip of land paid fop
last Saturday; and and I've got
enough left to build a house on it,
Nance."
, Still no reply.
"Wages are better than they Have
been," he went on, "and I thought we
might as well get married now. That's
what I've come to see about, Nance.
I think we've .waited about long
. enough."
Silence still. Zeb sat down on an old
slump near by and waited a long while.
Finally he rose again and gazed up at
the sky all around.
"From the looks of the sky the river'll
be high enough to float logs in the
morning' he said, thrusting his hands
. down into the pockets of his pantaloons
and striving hard to clear a strange
huskiness from his voice.
"They're putting in machinery down
at Dillsboro to .start up a locust pin
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factory, Nance. Reckon I could get a
good many locust blocks off of that
piece of land I've bought."
Again Zeb's vision wandered toward
Nance, but she still "stood motionless
by the fence, her long hair waving
gently in the light breeze that was stir
ring. And the longer Zeb gazed upon
the woman he loved the fuller grew his
bosom, until he could no longer with
stand the pressure; and his words were
almost in the tone of a wail as he sank
back upon the old stump:
"Oh, Nance, ain't you ever a'goin' to
say anything?"
Nance continued as immovable as be
fore. At last Zeb replaced his big hat
upon his head and arose.
"I know what's the matter, Nance."
he said. "I can see it all now. Pole
Dorsey's been a-comin' to see you of
late; and yes I can see it now, Nance;
you don't love me any more."
Zeb paused to steady his voice, which
had grown a little husky.
"Nance," he continued, "I'd a -died
for you any time, and I thought you
would have loved me right on, Nance,
right on. But now I I can't say any
more. Good-by, Nance."
He turned and walked toward the
road. But he had only gone a few
steps when he turned and came back
again, going close up to Nance, where
he stopped a moment. Then he spoke:
"Before I go, Nance, won't you tell
me, fair and square, is it me or Fole?"
There was no answer.'
"Never mind, then; I know that you
just hate to tell me that you don't love
me any moro. and I won't make you.
Once more. Nance, good-by."
He stealthily lifted a wisp of her long
hair and fervently pressed it to his
lips, then walked rapidly away. Nance
heard the sound of his footsteps grow.
ring fainter and fainter as he ascended
the hard roadbed which turned over
the hill just above the cabin. Finally
she looked around. Zeb was just dis
appearing beyond the turn in the
road, and to Nance it suddenly oc
curred that he might never return. A
scared look came into her eyes, and
for a moment she stQod undecided
what to do. Then she sprang away
from the fence and ran up the road, a
hundred fears t;aking possession of her
bosom. But Zeb was gone.' "Oh. why
did he go? Why did he not wait just
a moment longer?" She quickened her
pace and when she reached the top of
the hill was almost out of breath.
Zeb had gone out of sight down the
mountain. She tried to call his name,
but her utterance was only a whisper.
But at last she managed to call:
"Oh, Zeb!"
The breeze blew the echo of her own
tones Uack into her face- Tears gushed
from her eyes, and she sunk down upon
the roadside to sob. away her sudden
heartsickness.
The clouds began to gather and at
midnight the rain began to fall in tor
rents. By dawn the waters of the
Tuckasiege were high between its
banks, and the boom-loggers were busy
with their rafts, but Zeb Norton, their
former foreman, was not among them.
Six years had slipped away. Nance
Hooper still lived witn her father in
the cabin on the side of the mountain.
She still went out each evening to call
the hogs at the head of the ravine, and
in her heart she still lived the old love
and deep regret. Zeb Norton has never
been heard of since his sudden disap
pearance. Gold had been discovered on
the Tuckasiege, and the community
was wild with excitement. But what
seemed unfortunate to the prospectors
was that the rich vein had been dis
covered on a body of land belonging
to one Zeb Norton, whose whereabouts
were unknown. They feared to pro
ceed with mining operations without
having first having secured a lease of
some kind, and since this could not be
obtained from the owner the enterprise
was at a standstill.
Half a year passed by. One day .1
passenger stepped from the morning
train which stopped at Dollsboro, and
stood with his hands rammed down
into pockets. He was dressed in the
style of a Westerner. A wide-brimmed
sombrero rested on his hd, and a
heavy brown mustache ornamented his
upper lip. For a moment he gazed
all around him.
"It's not exactly like it used to be.
though it ain't much changed, either,"
he muttered, as he picked up his valise
and walked toward a little boarding
house a few yards away. It was noon,
and the traveler was hungry. Meet
ing the landlady at the entrance, he
gave her a fifty-cent piece and. asked
the way to the dining room.
After dining the stranger spent sev
eral hours jnwandering about the vil
lage. Late in the afternoon he sus
pended his valise on a stout staff which
he rested on his shoulder and set off
up the river road afoot. Ever and
anon, as he tramped along the high
way he would stop at some high point
and gaze across the hills and valleys.
"Just like they used to be, all just
the same," he would usually mutter as
he turned away and continued his
journey.
At last he reached the highest point
in the road where it turned down the
mountain on the other side of the river.
"Just the same," he said, "there's not
even a change in the road. Wonder
if Mark Hooper lives there yet," he
contiued as he looked toward the cabin
off to the right.
A little farther along he turned away
from the road and walked slowly down
to where the fence crossed the ravine.
Here he seated himself on an old. fast-decaj-ing
stump, allowing the staff and
valise to carelessly slip from his
shoulders. Then, pushing his sombrero
back upon hi:? head he locked his
fingers across his knee and gazed away
through the opening over the ravine.
It was almost sundown and there were
a few clouds in the sky.
"Just the same," he muttered again,
after a few moments' silence; "every
thing just like it was. I wonder if
Nance did "
He closed his lips tightly against
fdrther utterance. There seemed to be
a sudden breaking loose of something
which had been long tied up in his
breast.
At last he arose, and, shouldering
his staff and valise, started back to the
toad. And just as he turned his back
toward the cabin Nance came out with
her apron full of vegetables for the
hogs, and came on slowly down the
path toward the fence.
The traveler, who had walked on
without looking backward, had scarce
ly disappeared beyond a turn in the
road, when his ears caught the sounds:
"Pig-pig-pig-oo-eb." as Nance called
the hogs.
Again the staff and Valise slipped
from his shoulder, and. with his hands
rammed down into his pockets, he
listened, while, his heart beat heavily
against his breast.
At last he turoed about and slowly
retraced his steps, leaving his bag
gge,"wBere it had fallen, in the middle
of. the road. He approached within
a few feet of Nance before'he stopped.
Then, steadying his voice as well as
he could, he called her name.
Nance suddenly turned about and
gazed upon the tall form of the Wesi
erner. Then, bursting into tears, she
dropped her apron and impulsively
sprang toward him.
"Oh, Zeb!" she cried through her
tears. "I didn't mean it, you know I
didn't! Oh, why did you go away?"
Zeb caught her in his arms and for
a few moments there was sweet si
lence. "Nance," said Zeb, nt last, "I never
could think of loving anybody but
you. But when I came back to look
after that gold mine I didn't expect to
find such a jewel as this waiting for
me. It appears Mka I am mighty rich
all of a sudden."
"Ain't half as rich as I am now, Zeb,
for I've got you back again," and,
reaching up, she took his rough cheeks
between her palms and kissed him
under his big mustache. Chicago Record-Herald.
Clues "Have you any clues to the
murder?" "We have plenty of clues
too many, in fact." "Then, what are
you waiting for?" "We can't decide
which to follow first. If we tried to
follow them all it would take a life
time." Cleveland Plain Dealer.
THE DISCOVERY OF B1C TREES.
When A. T. Dowfl Reported Hia Find He
"Was .Laughed At.
Once upon a time it was in 1S53, to
be exact a hunter i pursuit of a
wounded deer found himself at night
fall In a dark forest- The air was dry
and warm, and being weary, he
stretched himself upon the pine need
les which covered the ground and went
to sleep. He awoke at daylight, and
when he sw what, kind of a forest
he was in, he rubbed his eyes and
pinched himself to make sure he was
not dreaming. On every side of him
were monster trees, such as no man
had ever seen before. They reared
their heads seemingly into the blue
sky, and their enormous trunks, bright
cinnamon in color and ribbed and
seamed, rose like mighty fluted towers.
The hunter felt like Gulliver did in
Brobdingnag, and looked, half expect
ing to see the huge forms of giants
come striding through the forest. He
knew that if the tallest church of his
native town was set down in this
wood, the cross upon the pinnacle of
its spire would be shaded by the
branches as would a doll's house be
neath an apple tree. He walked up
to one of the trees, and spreading out
his arms to their full extent, he
clasped the bark. .Then he moved side
wise, placing his left fingers where
his right kand had been, spreading
his arms as before. He repeated this
again and. again, and he did It twen
ty times before ho had circled the
trunk. This hunter was Mr. A. T.
Dowd, and the forest he had discov
ered was one of the "big-tree groves"
of California. Of course, when he re
turned to civilization, his description
of the trees was laughed at as a yarn,
and he was accorded second place to
Baron Munchausen as an inventor of
stories.
As a matter of fact, his stories were
much less wonderful than the trees
themselves, and the best of it is that
many of the trees are still standing
there to prove it Woman's Home
Companion.
Source of Radium.
Radium exists in combination with
lead and chalk and silica and iron and
various other things that must be got
rid of one by one in a series of reac
tions and operations that are compli
cated .and costly, says Cleveland Mof
fat, in McClure's Magazine. For days
the powder must simmer over a slow
lire with water and soda, then it must
be decanted into big barrels, where a
sort of mud settles; then this mud
must be washed and rewashed, and
finally put back on the fire to simmer
again with carbonate of soda. Then
comes more decanting and the settling
of more mud and the repeated wash
ing of this, followed by treatment with
hydrochloric acid, which gives a color
less liquid, containing small quantities
of radium.
To Isolate these small quantities
from the rest is now he chemist's ob
ject, which is attained in a series of
reactions and crystallizations that
finally leave the precious chlorjde (or
bromide) of radium much purified. In
each crystallization the valuable part
remains chiefly in the crystals, which
become progressively richer in radium
and smaller In bulk, until finally you
have the product of six weeks' manip
ulation there, at the bottom or a povce
Jnili dish, no bigger than a saucer,
some twenty-five grams of white crys
tals, and these at so low an intensity
(about -2000) that the greater part will
be refined away by M. Curie himself,
as we have seen, in succeeding crystal
lizations, and at the end there will be
only a few centigrams (at 1.500,000),
what would cover the point of a knife
blade, to show for a ton or so of gran
ite powder and months of hard work.
Quiutrioycle Fire Engine.
A quadrieycle, composed of two tan
dem bicycles arranged side by side,
has been invented in Paris to serve as
a fire, engine in cases of emergency.
It is worked by four men, and is fitted
up with the' necessary hose pipesand
fittings, which occupy the space be
tween the riders. On reaching the
scene of action it will be the work of
a minute to bring the hose pipes into
play on the fire.
Portrait in Marble Column.
In polishing a green marble column
In the south aisle of the new Roman
Catholic cathedral at Westminister, a
curious freak has been revealed. It is
a white face in the dark marble, which
is by some regarded as an exact por
trait of the great Duke of Wellington,
but resembles rather the lata
Cardir3 ts7 anning.
TAKE YOUR MEDICINE. '
Now and then you hear a fellow
Make a kick about his luck;
But you very seldom hear him
Talk about his lack of pluck
New ajid then a failure tells us
That the world is down en him;'
But he never tells us how he
Milk and mushed his grit and vinv
Every day you hear some loser
Say that he -was frozen out;
Birt that he was ever in it
He expresses not a doubt.
When the orid stamps on the. Itictl;
You can hear him yen a mile;
But who always scowled at others
Now is begging for a smile.
When man is down and out he
Always has some tale to tell;
lie was always pushed or shoved, bul
Never tells you that he fell.
And. in short, it seemn the rule to
(When a chap is on the si --If) .
Tell a tale th-1 sounds so good he
Nearly thinks it's true himself.
MORAL.
Never squeal if you've been buncoed.
For nobody's in the nark;
Either you passed by the shuffle
Or you were an easy mark.
If they caught you in the pantry
With your finger in the jam.
And you got a proper licking
Emulate the wise old clam!
Baltimore 17ew3.
Briggs "Do you consider Mercer
much of a French scholar?" Griggs
"Pretty fair. He understands the lan
guage sufficiently well not to speak
it." Boston Transcript.
A balmy mood steals o'er the land,
Soft, soothing zephyrs are exhaled
A hitter frost comes forward and
The fruit crop once again has failed.
Washington Stat.
Soubrette "Yes; I flatter myself that
it was I that made the play a success."
The Manager "Veil, I don't know. I
t'ing you ought to gif der ministers
some gredit for der vay dey chumped
on it." Fuck.
Pallette "You'd be surprised if you
kuev, the amount of time spent on that
canvas." Pellette "Yes; I understand"
men have stood in front of It for hours
trying to make out what it is." Yon
kers Statesman. .
"You say you saw my sister at a re
cent wedding?" "Yes, it wasn't very
long ago." "Dut I don't remember
that she mentioned seeing you." "Very
likely, I was only the groom." Cleve
land Plain Dealer.
"That is very generous of old man
Gotrx, paying for the musical educa
lion of the girl who lives nest door to
him." "Yes, but he has stipulated that
she shall learn it all in Europe." Cin
cinnati Times-Star.
"Now that ye are one of thim, tell me
what a politician is." "A politician is
a feller that promises something that
he can't do to git elected, and does
something he promised not to do to
hold his job." Life.
Tommy pushed his Aunt Elizer
Oif a rock into a geyser.
Now he's feeling quite dejected;
Didn't get the rise expected.
Cornell Widow.
"That man your automobile bowled
over says he has the number of your
machine." "What did he say it was?"
"Sixty-six." "It's ninety. He wa3
standing on his head at the time he
saw it." Cleveland Plain Dealer.
"Well, what does he say?" impa
tiently asked Mr. Spotcash. "I'll teil
you in a moment," replied his secre
tary, who was still struggling with
the opening sentence of a letter from
the German correspondent of the firm.
"I haven't got to the verb yet." Chi
cago Tribune.
A Crowless Kooster.
Realizing that a crowless rooster U
a long-felt want, George F. Nachtwey.
of Seattle, Wash., invented one, or,
rather, a mute male fowl. Nachtwey
has tuo samples of the crowless bird,
both fall grown and silent. Whether
they are deaf and dumb Nachtwey
does not know, but they can't, don't or
.won't crow. In all other respects they
are like ordinary roosters.
The crowless fowls are a cross of
Iflack Spanish and Wyandottes.
Whether this result will happen every
time in crossing these two breeds
Nachtwey does not know.
In Utssia altogether there are about
83,000 elementary schools, the total
cost of their maintenance being 50,
000,000 Toubles, or about $27,000,Q0& j