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VOL.-XV. PLYMOUTH, N. C.. FRIDAY. SEPTEMBER 1G. 1904. N0.2G.
THE WAY
Ixwlcing on the failing florera,
Shabby white and rusty red,
Done with suns and winds and showers;
"That's the way of joy," he said.
But she laughed and touched his hand:
"Dear, you do not understand."
"Sec!" he cried, and took a rose,
Ruinous, but hoping on.
"Just a breath, and so it goes!
There's a joy of our life gone!"
:YpI she laughed and touched his hand:
''Dear, you do not understand."
By HARRY
?:
ZQSZ AN MOYNIIIAN was a
"Ev clever scoundrel. Every
O I I O body admitted it, from the
7 oil Cherry street neigh-
TQ" bors, who remembered
and not with pleasure his boyish de
predations, to genial Frank Walker,
who, after four years' faithful service
at police duty, bad been promoted by
the decease of old Ned Tyler to the
captaincy of Station 4.
Captain Walker was young, in fact,
only thirty, and perhaps that was the
reason ho look it so bard.
It was tough, though, that two
mornings after his appointment, he
should wake to find that the biggest
burglary in ten years' history of the
Police Department bad been commit
ted the night before. And the worst
of it was, it had occurred in his own
district, and in a section patrolled by
one of his best officers. For on the
cashier's desk of the Forbes National
I'.ank, on that bright October morn
ing, when the office boy opened the
great doors, lay a brand new kit of
burglars' tools and a bit of pasteboard.
And the pasteboard was not soiled,
cither, as might have been expected. It
was of the conventional size, and on
it, in the daintiest of engraving, was
the following:
"Mr. Daniel Perry Moynihan."
And beneath it, in clear, clean chi
rography: "To the new captain of Station 4,
With compliments." t
It was a challenge.
Captain Walker recognized the fact,
and so did his brother officers, who
were older than be, but who had not
got the office.
, Alone in his room, with only bis pipe
and Dick, the police dog who seemed
to have taken a great fancy to him
for company, the new chief thought
over the matter. He thought a long
time, and at last had an idea.
Any way he gave orders to the ser
geant that when Officer Lynch, on
whose beat was the Forbes National
Bunk, came, he wished to see hun.
It was 11 o'clock, and to the mem
bers of the Recreation Club, down in
Thatcher street, the "edge of the even
ing" was just on. Mr. Daniel Perry
Moynihan, well educated, clever and
rascally, was President of the club. It
was a sumptuously furnished retreat.
The members, from the character of
their "occupation," received high
wages, and could afford to be lavish.
And Moynihan would have -only the
best. Several well executed etchings
adorned the walls, a. few paintings,
and here and there, at random and in
odd corners, as if somewhat ashamed
of themselves, pictures representing
sporting men and events.
"Ah, Dan, but you're a changeable
boy," said one of the members.
"How's that?"
"Thursday night a burglar's sneaks
and dark lantern, and to-night evening
lress and diamonds.
"Well, you fellows ought not to kick;
you get your share, you know," Moy
nih;Tn answered, laughingly.
"That's right," and a cheery "good
sight" followed the chief as he left
the room.
Moynihan, after a somewhat circui
tous route, reached the street.
Cautiously he looked out. The coast
was clear, and he stepped down into
a dark alley.
As he reached the pavement he al
most fell over a man seated on the
curb with a forlorn looking bulldog
beside him.
He was shabbily dressed, and the
genus seemed very apparent.
"Hello, tramp!"
"Well,. what if I am; there's no use
rubbing it into a man."
"What's the matter?"
; "Nothing I know of."
i
OF JOV
Half impatient with his love, "
Half inclined to draw her nigh,
Once again he sought to prove
By a bloom that joy must die.
But she laughed and stayed his hand:
"Dear, you do not understand."
And she caught the rose from him
Ere the petals fell apart,
Gazed on it with eyes grown dim,
Took it safely to her heart,
Sighed, then laughed and caught his hand;
"Dear, now won't you understand?"
J. J. Bell.
MAYO PECK.
s-
"Just as I thought; a dirty tramp
and a dirtier bulldog," he said to him
self. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes."
The metamorphosed burglar was si
lent for a moment. "Guess I'll risk
it," he muttered below his breath.
"Sa , I mean, pard! You come
with me and I'll find you something to
eat."
In five minutes the dress suit, the
dirty tramp and the sorry bulldog were
in the parlor of the Recreation Club.
There was an ominous silence for a
mdnient when they entered, but Moy
nihan remarked: "It's all right, boys,
an old friend of mine in straitened cir
cumstances." And the- seedy' tramp nodded em
phatically, and doffed his disreputable
old hat. The sad eyed bulldog curled
up on a rug before the fire.
"Come with me," said the chief, and
the pair passed through a doorway
into a cozy dining-room. The eating
room was unoccupied save for a wait
er, and they took seats at one of the
little tables.
"In a few minutes, John," said Moy
nihan; "come when I ring."
A moment later they were alone in
the room.
Then the chief leaned back in his
chair, looked at the tramp, and quiet-'
ly said: "Got my card, Walker, I
see."
The tramp gave a visible start.
"It's no use, Walker; I knew you the
minute I fell over you on the curb
stone. I've had so much to do with
your profession, that when the danger
infection is around I'm always one of
the first to catch it. Had it rubbed
into me by friction to-night," he
added.
Neither said anything for several
minutes. Then Walker stretched out
a hand from a dirty sleeve, which was
grasped by the chief, "Y'ou're clever."
"Thanks," said the chief.
"Well, what are you going to do.
now that you have me?" queried
Walker.
"Get you a good dinner, as I prom
ised you, convince you that a new po
lice chief is not the mental equal of
a rogue as long in the business as my
self, and then if you choose to give me
your word as a gentleman that you will
never mention this place or occurrence,
or interfere in the least with my fu
ture plans, let you go."
"And as near as my inferior order of
intelligence can make it out. I get a
dinner, a reduction to the ranks, and
a chance to perjure myself as soon as
I get out of here."
"You hj'pothesis is absolutely cor
rect. You are arguing on two certain
ties and one chance; the last of which
you will not take, as you are a man
of honor."
"But suppose I refuse to comply
with your request?"
"Then the newspapers will print
scare treads and the public will have
the pleasure pardon me the oppor
tunity of seeing how the mighty press
rewards faithful servants after death."
"A bit cold blooded, isn't it?"
"Yes, a tride; but with a man in my
position liberty and life are about on a
par, and it wouldn't do to get caught,
you know. But here comes the oys
ters; we can continue this later."
At this mir.ute Dick, having missed
his master, poked his head in at the
door, and, walking over to the table,
threw himself down with a sigh.
"Nice dog, that," said the chief.
"Yes, h-'z a good one," was the re
ply. Dick got up, stretched himself and
followed them; after sniffing about the
furniture he strolled out of an open
door into the kitchen.
"Inquisitive V queried Moynihan.
&
"Hungry, I guess," replied the guest.
"Walker, let me say you did remark
ably wdl in tracing me nere. What
made you think of this locality as a
probable stamping ground?"
"If you examine the city records for
a year or two you will find that dur
ing that time District 8 has been ab
solutely free from burglarious disturb
ances of that high toned character
which has come to be your distin
guishing mark."
"Thanks! I will make a note of it.
The sin of omission is a grave one."
"Yes, it is a leading one."
Then for a few minutes there was
silence. Tobacco had wrought its mag
ic spell, and each was absorbed in his
own thoughts.
Then Moynihan roused, himself,
tossed the cigar stump into the smoul
dering fire 'and turned to the new cap
tain. "Well, Walker, having reversed
the order of the conventional sequence
by having our pleasure first, it's now
time1 for business. What do you pro
pose to do in the matter?"
"I haven't decided yet."
"How long do you intend to take be
fore doing it?" sneered Moynihan.
"Let Dick in before he scratches the
paint ali off that door, and I will see
if some satisfactory conclusion cannot
be reached."
The chief hastily rose and walked
over to the entrance door, to the other
side of which, by the scratching, Dick
had somehow apparently wandered.
He opened it and then staggered
back into the room.
Dick marched in. Close behind him
came Officer Lynch, with four stal
wart policemen.
Then Walker slowly rose from his
chair. "As I said, Moynihan, I
thought some conclusion might be
reached when Dick was admitted."
He drew out his card case, abstract
ed a card, and having scribbled on it
"with compliments," nanded it to the
chief. Then he turned to his men:
"Officer Lynch, aiest that man!"
There was no resistance.
After the handcuffs were on the ex
chieftain turned to Walker and said:
"Cap, there's just one question I want
to ask you."
"Go ahead."
"How long has that dog been in the
business?" ,
"Nine years."
"Thanks."
And the police dog locked up from
the rug before the fire with an l've-been-there-before
expression but he
said nothing. New York News.
Xo Hermit He.
"Talking about philosophy," said a
noted author, who would never iu the
world forgive me if I mentioned his
name, "reminds me of a man I used
to know out in Louisville. He raised
hogs for a living, not because the hog,
per se, is a thing of beatity, but be
cause he had an idea that by nurturing
hogs in a certain way he could make
them pay better than any other crop.
"The idea was still in his mind when
the hogs were ripe. He drove them to
Louisville, but the price offered him
did not seem adequate. He felt sure
that over in Indiana Indiana is a very
cultured St?.te hogs of an exceptional
kind would be more keenly appreci
ated. He drove the hogs to Indianap
olis. The price there, also, was inade
quate, so he footed it to Chicago with
his crop. Some time late in the fall
he returned to Louisville, still driving
his hogs before him, and there he sold
them for considerably less than the
price he had refused in the beginning.
Somebody expressed sympathy for
him.
" 'Well,' he replied, 'I've lost the
whole summer and I'm out a good deal
on the cost om them critters, but I've
had the society of my hogs.' "Wash
ington Tost. ' ,
Soporific Senate.
One afternoon during a tedious de
bate on the Panama Canal Senator
Penrose and a colleague repaired to
the Senate lunch room. When the
other Senator had given th order he
asked Mr. Penrose whether he would
care for coffee.
"Coffee!" exclaimed the Pennsyl
vania Senator, indignantly. "Why, if
I took coffee I shouldn't be able to get
a wink of sleep all through the weary
afternoon."
Irish Needlework in Demand.
Ireland is having its inning this
year, for all the 'French dressmakers
are using what is called "broderie
anglaise," or Irish needlework. Whole
gowns are made of it, sleeves and
bodices trimmed wit'i it, and it will
appear in ali the freshest and most
springUke dresses, London Graphic. :
;: THE WOLF IN FACT.
He Is More Dreaded of Humanity Than
is Any Other Animal.
What are the two most widely
known animals in the world those of
which some sort of mental picture is
most easily to be produced in the minds
of the greatest portion of the world's
population?
We should say, perhaps, the lion
and the wolf. Of these the latter is
most generally accepted in the history
of the world as'the inspiration for hu
man terror. The wolf is more dreaded
of humanity than any other animal.
No doubt we of to-day inherit that
dread from ancestors who had occasion
to fear the long-fanged quadruped, for
there are few portions of the world
to-day where the wolf is really dan
gerous to mankind. Dangerous to
man's pocket, to his herds and flocks,
he is still to-day in many portions of
the country
A ranch in Montana or New Mexico
may pay hundreds of dollars a year
for gray wolf scalps. Such a scalp is
cheap at $12 to $15 to the rancher, for
the gray robber would certainly have
destroyed many times that value in
calves or colts from the range, says
Held and Stream.
Y'et, in spite of all the warfare made
upon them, and all the prices put up
on their heads, these dreaded, myste
rious, ghostlike, terror-inspiring crea
tures still hold their own.
Outcast for ages, hated, persecuted,
they still endure, each for himself, and
without a friend on earth, even among
his ow: kind. Last year the State of
Minnesota paid over $0000 a month in
the best of the wolf season.
On one day of the month of last
March the Auditor of the State paid
$G15S.50 in wolf bounties. The total for
the few nonths preceding was $3G,
54S.50. On this basis the current year
will foot up nearly as much as the two
years preceding, which appears to in
dicate that brother wolf is holding his
own, even as a matter of commerce.
In many arts of the Avestern cattle
range the gray wolves are increasing
rather than decreasing.
Looking: Through the 'Phone.,
In a wholesale store on Filbert street,
Philadelphia, there is a salesman who
firmly believes that it is possible to see
through the telephone, and under the
circumstances he is hardly to be
blamed. The telephone in the store in
question is located on the first floor
near a big plate glass window which
looks out on Filbert street. The sales
man heard the bell ting-a-ling the other
day, and taking the receiver off the
hook, found that a friend had casually
called him up to inquire about an ap
pointment. When the conversation
lagged the friend said:
"By the way, Tom, have you a seco
graph on your 'phone?"
"No," replied Tom. "What the dick
ens is the seeograph?"
"Well," responded his friend, "it's a
late discovery, and we just had it put
in the other day. I'm net talking over
the office 'phone now, but I see it's on
this 'phone."
"What is it?" inquired Tom.
"Just a little appliance by which you
see the fellow you're talking to, that's
all. Suppose you try it. Hold some
thing up in front of the 'phone and see
if I can tell you what it is."
-Tom held up a letter which he took
from his pocket and the voice at the
other end of the 'phone' immediately
told him what it was. A wallet and a
handkerchief were next in order, and
in each case Tom wa? told correctly
what they were. Finally Tom went to
the back of the room, and, getting a
broom, held it up before the 'phone.
"Maybe you can tell me what this
is?" he shouted.
"Certinly I can," replied the voic
"it's a broom. Great invention, isn't
it? Good-by." And Tom has never
discovered that his friend was talking
over a 'phone in the second story front
room of a building directly across Fil
bert street, and that he was in plain
view of the man at the other end of
the 'phone the entire time. Philadel
phia Press.
The Great Wheat Belt.
Kansas now stands at the head of
the wheat raising States, with Minne
sota, California, Washington, Nebtas
ka, Texas and Iowa next in order.
Even as recently as ten or twelve
years rgo it was the States east of th
Mississippi that grew the most wheat;
now It is the States west of it. Okla
homa raises more wheat than Illinois,
and South Dakota two and a half
times as much as Ohio. Strange to
say, Minnesota is the only one of tbe
big wheat States that has flour mills.
CROSS DECEPTION.
This is an age of dire deceit; . ji
In sorrow I declare it;
Some shattered dream each day we meet, .
Until we scarce can bear it. L
1.-
A hair upon the butter lay; '
Nay, reader, do not quarrel
And vow the topic bring3 dismay. '
It is to point a moral.
Observe how subterfuge and guile,
Where'er we turn, o'ertake us,
Until we wear the cynic's smile
And hope and trust forsake us!
For this is why the theme is fraught i
With solemn dissertation.
The strand was from a wig, well wrought!
The butter, imitation.
Washington Star. J
t 1
Mrs. Waggles "Do you think it right
to take a baby .to church?" Waggles
"Certainly not. It wou'd Keep every
body awake." Judge.
Wigg "There is nothing so contra
dictory as a woman." Wagg "Oh, I
don't know. How about this war
news?" Chicago Journal.
Reggy "And you really believe he
tells the truth?" Peggy "Oh, no
doubt about it. He's taken it up as a
fad." Detroit Free Press.
Mrs. Sparrow "Aren't you going to
build a nest?" Mrs. Redbreast "We
can't. The housesmiths' union called,
Robin out on strike." Puck.
"You're a broker, are you not, Mr.
Stocks?" "Yes. I'm broker now than:
I was last month, but next month I'll
be brokest." Princeton Tiger.
Her Father "You expect me to sup
port Julia indefinitely." Her nusband
"Well, I hope you may stand from
under very gradually, sir." Puck.
The man behind the gun and desk
We .praise with ringing chimes; Sju
' In face, we cheer them all except ',M
1 The man behind the times. '
New York San.
ne "I have half a mind, do yoa
know " She (soothingly) "Well,
oven that is doing right well, I think,
don't you?" New Orleans Times-Democrat.
"There is a pitcher on exhibition at
the St. Louis Fair that is 2000 years
old." "That family must have had a
jewel of a hired girl!" Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
"Bre'er Williams, kin you pernounce
do names er dem Itussian ginruls?"
"No, suh! I got false teeth on de bot
tom en ouly two on top!" Atlanta Con
stitution. Johnny "Pa, what is a diplomat?"
Ta "Well, son, it's a man who can
stretch his hands across the sea with
out putting his foot in it, too." Sioux
Falls Press.
Sampson "now do you know that
young man is married?" Simpson
"He has five cigars in his pocket, and
not one of them is broken." Philadel
phia Bulletin.
The Saint "Remember, my man,
that you never heard of anyone on this
earth dying but once." The Sinner
"How about the original Uncle Tom?"
Chicago News. ;ir,J
.Why is it that the tom-cat
Makes discord when he sings? -
." Because the horrid old tom-cat
4li' Is filled with fiddle-strings. '
Chicago Record-Herald.
"Don't you think" asked the roman
tic damsel, "that the coming of spring
is like the budding of love?" "Sure,"
said the coarse man. "Sure. Isn't
there always a hard frost about two
weeks after spring opens?" Philadel
phia Telegraph.
She (at the restaurant) "I notice you
always make the waiter add up the
items." He "Yes; he may add them
wrong, you know, and I may make ten
or fifteen cents." She "But he might
make a mistake the other way." He
"In that case I should point it out to
him and omit the tip as a punishment."
Boston Transcript.
romance of a Crown Trlncc.
The accounts of the German Crown
Prince's indiscretions must be received
with a grain of salt, says the Westmin
ster Gazette. It is a fact, however,
that the Prince has been the hero of
a love affair altogether a la "Old Hei
delberg." When at Bonn University;
he had an r.cuto penchant for a chem
ist's daughter living in the town. All
was well, however; ana ended well,