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VOL. X V.
PLYMOUTH, N, C, FRIDAY, F.KBR DARY 17, 1905.
NO. 48.
THE' FOOLISH FOLK;
JMecri life's gates f niystei-y
throng edletnn men and wise,
'.With scales to weigh the things that be, '
To sift, reject and prize;
Tl.ong bowed beneath their wisdom's yoke
They ponder as is meet;
illnt Me, we be the foolish folk ,
Who know the world ia sweet. ;
Scholar and sage and fearful priest
They trudge a dismal quest, .
And marvel if the great be least
Or if the least be 'best;
Weighs each the worth of prince or hind
' 'Neath cowl and cap nnd hood;
5ut we, we be the foolish kind
Who know the world ia good.
A ' MIX - UP WITH CUPID
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How the God of Love
BY- BERTRAND
adGJOKEAIi hunliu don't always
mm kS turn out just the way
i fcj yu've sot.it figured," vol
fc, unteered . Jack Gordon
KX0Kfc from bis perch on the top
j-ail of, the horse corral. "Sometimes
you hunt the bear, and sometimes the
Itear hunts you and once in a while
extraneous circumstances, as the Pro
fessor calls 'em, bops in and mixes
tilings up In good shape." ....
' .Jack deftly twisted paper and tobac
co Into a' brown cylinder; the touch of
4i inatch sent blue spirals of smoke,
em-ling up above his bead. He leaned
back against a post and breathed a
deep sigh of content.
Across the bottom of the canon a
cozy cabin nestled close under the
lirown earth wall that slanted back?1
Inward the hills. Snowy lace curtains
a ud pots of green ioaved, flowering
Uiings in the windows proclaimed 'a
feminine presence. At one end. of the
cabin a "brown bear paced ceaselessly,
jto and fro with the stealthy, noiseless,
tread of bis kind. v ,, . .
"Why is it," I queried, plaintively,
'that when I ask you 'ahythiB. about
that bear you always appear to be,
struggling with sonve strong emotion?
'And yesterday, ' when I remarked to
Tony that 'Cupid' was a rather pecu-,
Jiar name for a creature as ungainly
as(a bear, be got as red in the face as"
turkey gobbler. What's the joke?"
"Well, I'll tell you," said Jack, "and
you can judge for yourself. Last
spring they had a big horse round-up
ong,the river here. Three or four;
cm tilts thro wed in together "and van a
wagon for about a month. There was
lots of stray horses in this country
then, and' one or two outfits in the
Judith basin sent men down to ride
with us. Tony was workiu for the
It-cross, and they seat him down be
cause he was familiar with this coun
try. ' .-.....
"There was quite a bunch of us
fourteen riders, I guess. The Profes-
hov was runnin' the layout, and the
way we got over the country wasn't
b!ow. One day we moved down and
-camped on the mouth of the Mussel
shell; there was a little bunch of wild
horses running on the river ten miles
or so below there that the '"Professor
wanted mighty' bad. So next morning
he tells Tony and me to mount our
ridge runners, for he wanted us to
ride the river bottom and get that;
bunch of broom-tails.
"You never was on a round-up with
the Professor was you, Kid? Don't
ever go! Life ain't worth liyin' then.
He forgets about bugs and beetles and.
rock formations long enough to" send
ulout'on'herdor on circle, and then
jroes to meditating about things .that
would give a Powder River horse
wrangler the ; lockjaw to talk aboaf.
Petrified things trees . and fish and
sheHs which is common as dirt in this
country. has a horrible fascination for
lum. Once he sent Bud Wilkes and me
lo bold a herd, and, then clean forgot
us.till It was time to set the night
fruard. We come in pretty hostile, but
ycs on us kind o' reproachful, we
faded away,, and looked around for a
lirairie dog hole that we could crawl
into. .
. ''That was his way. so we had to
figure on getting those-horses without
any help from- him. After starting us;
out, he'd forget we was on the earth,
and if we run our horses down and got
afoot, we knew we'd have to-walk to
camn which was asrainst our rplifn'ons
principles, to say nothing of the way wuen 1 Iet another yell" he started for
the rest of the crowd would roast us. the river- smashin' through the sage
"We poked along sIoay. keepin' an bWk like l oneof Jhe ejU lrjhjrr,
Within the dust of yesterdays i
Their gaunt hands dig and etlr; : )
They ponder on to-niorrow's ways j
And guess, distrust, aver; ' .
Yesterday's fault, to-morrow'a sin,
Their withered lips repeat; ''.
But we, we be the foolish kind '
Who know to-day is sweet.
Oh, wise men of the sombre heart,
We be of little worth,
Who play our useless games apart
And take our joy of earth;
God's mirth when this His world awoke
Ye have not understood
We only heard, we foolish folk
Who know that life is good.
Theodosia Garrison, in the Smart Set.
Worked in Disguise
VV.
SINCLAIR.
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eye open for horses. v We'd rotte along
the ridges till we come to the lower
edge of Sun-Dance Flat, where this
particular bunch was supposed to be.
As we was amblin' down the hill into
the river bottom, I sees something
pokin' around among the sagebrush,
which growed like young trees along
there. I could see it wasn't no horse
and it didn't much resemble a cow: I
was tryiu' to figure out what it was
before -I said anything, when, Tony
who's got an eye on. him like an eagle,
blurts out, 'A bear, b'gosh!',
"And it was, sure enough; . a , big
brown cuss, nosin' around in the
brush, like he'd lost something. We
loped down toward him, Tony cussin,'
considerable a3 we werd: along., ,
? 'V'l might a-knowed,'; he growled,
L'that if I strayed down 'into this God
forsaken country without a gun I d
meet some varmint that needed killin'.
Ain't even got a pistol and I don't
suppose there's a sheep camp within
ten miles where we could get one. -.
"Tony seemed to be real distressed
f.bout it. He looked as sorrowful as
a cow puncher caught in .a storm on
day-herd with his slicker in the bed
wagon. I tried to cheer him up, bu
it wasn't any use; he seemed 'to have
a grudge against that bear right from
the start. . ..
"We went on till we got right close;
to him, and he didn't pay any more at
tention to us than if we'd'been a cou
ple of jack rabbits out for a mornin
stroll. Pretty soon Tony pulled up
and started to unbuckle his rope strap,
" 'What in thunder you going to da
now?' I asks. I knew, well enough,
but it seemed like a fool, thing to try.
. im going to take a fall out of that
coyote-faced son of a reptile if it's the
last thing I do on earth,' he snaps.
'Are you game? A bear ain't got no
business prowlin' around this country
so bold, nohow. I'm going to tie onto
him for luck.'
. .." 'You'll raise Cain with him-I don't
think,' I gays.
: "He looked at me like I'd insulted
him, so I. didn't say no more. Only I
thought to myself, 'Old boy, there'll
be something doing around here when
you do get your rope on him.'
."You see, . I hadn't figured on doing
any fancy work with a rope when wo
started out that morntn'. I'd pieked
me a horse that could go out and hit
the trail ith the best of them, .but he
wouldn't stand for any rope work. I
guess he thought it was degradin' to
be made a snubbin' post of. . He was
a flea-bitten gray, with a Roman nose
and big, bulgin' eyes. He had a way
of humpin' his back and side steppin
.when ..things didn't go to suit him.
Once or twice he s used hU influence
to try and remove me, and the motions
he. made was such that all I could do
was to pull leather and pray for the
end to come quickly. He was sure a
corker, and his name was Pop-Eye.
"Tony was ridin' a chunky little
chestnut a mild-eyed .little beggar
that paced along with his eyes half
shut but he was there with the goods,
in tho tie-down act.
Tony got his rope fixed and says to
me: 'You ride around that way and
attract his attention, and whence gets
to watchiu' you. I'll run in and rope
him." ; . .. ...
"So round I goes. Mr. Pear( didn't
take notice of me tiii I gcit Ground so
that he was right between me and
Tony. Then I lets a ki-yi out of me,
and he come alive. He looked up, and
moguls buckin' a snowdrift; but Red
swooped down on him like a hawk af
ter a chicken. ..Tony . got him first
throw you've , seen him rope and
turned off sideways. The bear went
to the end of the forty foot rope on a
high run, and the jerk he got turned
him head over heels. He hit the ground
with a thump . that should have
knocked the life out of him, but it
didn't, for he got to his feet a little the
maddest bear you ever saw, and made
for Tony. Twice old Red wentfto the
end of the rope and put him down,
and both times Brownie bounced to his
feet lookin' for more. r -
"Tony began to "think he was up
against it, 1 guess. He'd throwed a
little too big a loop and the bear had"
g$t a front foot in it, so he couldn't
choke him like he aimed to do; he'd
likewise tied his rope hard and fast
bein' from Texas, where such is the
fashion and couldn't turn him loose.
They was sure connected up in good
shape red horse, white man, and
brown bear all on one string.
. "Finally Tony hollers to me: 'For
God's sake, try and get your rope on
him, Jack. Hell jerk Red down if he
keeps up this lick, and it'll be all off
with me them.'
" 'All right,' says I, 'I'll try,' and
starts to take down my rope. Now,
you knowmost all horses is scared. to
death of a bear. You can't get. any
ordinary .horse near a bear if he's o
the windy side, where he can get the
scent- Red didn't seem to mind,' but
then he was an old rope horse, used to
goinup against all kinds of forma
tions. But old Pop he didn't have
no .more sense than; the law allowed
him, nohow was sure stirred up. As
I said before, he had a constitutional
aversion to any monkey business with
a rope, so when I took mine down, he
, concluded, h.6 Mid business further up
the river, and started to go. I'd a big
spade bit onhim though, and macaged'
to, persuade hiin that diis business
wasn't so extremely pressin.
"I spurred him up as close to the
. bear as I.could. Brownie was fightin'
the 'rope,' yankin' Tony'"s horse v.this
way and that, clawin' up the earth,
ahd raisin' quite a disturbance. His
mbuth was' all bloody froth from bein
jerked down so much,, and he had a
savage look in his eye..' After consid
erable dodgin about, I run old Pop
up pretty close to him. Brownie raised
on his hind legs kind o' quick, and I
let the rope fly and took my turns
around the horn-:there was no tyin
in mine you, bet! Old Top-Eye went
by him like a shot. If my rope had
been a cable I guess it would 'a' broke
he hit the end of it at about a mile-a-minuts
gait. -It snapped 'like a piece
of twine, and one end whacked him
across the rump like the flash of a
four-horse whip.
"The things he did to me was a caution.-
I'd slacked the reins when I
ook my turns, and he'd got his head.
The hooch'ee. coochee and the Boneless
Man's, performance wasn't a circum
stance to the motions he went through.
Say, 1 was beat across the back with
the cantlel The horn flew up and
poked5 me in the solar plexus, hard! I
was slammed around like a salt shak
er that won't work. Finally myfeet
come out of the stirrups and I sailed
through the atmosphere .much thei
same graceful way, a sack, of potatoes
does when "you chuck it out of. the
mess wagon. Then the earth rose up
sudden and put me out of business.
"When I came to I was lyi'n in'the
shade of some cottonwoods, sotnethm
wet droppin' on my face. I was kind
o' dazed at first, and then I remem
bered the bear. I looked up and Tony
was standin' over me, jigglin water
out of a tin can on to my head. There
was a girl standin'. there, too, lookin'
at me sort of anxious. I couldn't make
it out at all.
" 'Where in blazes did she come
from? thinks I.
"Tban lsays to Tony, who'd. quit
sloppin' water on me when I opened
my eyes: 'Well, what about , it?
How'd you make out with that bear?'
"The girl giggled then, and Tony's,
face looked like you'd .slapped it it
got so red.
"I sat up then and looked around. I
thought I was dreamln. Tony's horse
and a couple of other, cayuses one of
'em with a side-saddle on was stand
in' near., v A. little piece .away not
more than, fifty feet was' our - bear,
sittin' contentedly on; bis haunches
watchin' us; a little kid about ten
years old sprawled on the grass hold
in' the end of Tony's rope, which was
still around Brownie's neck.
"I began to ask questions then, and
there was explanations till further or
ders. The girl's folks had settled on
the lower end of Sun Dance that
spring. One day "there comes a Dago
down the river with , a dancin' bear
and a hand organ on a scow. He was
headed for North Dakota, but his
plans and his scow was both upset
when hestruck Sun-Dance.
"The rapids was too much for him.
He and his bear got out, with the as
sistance of the giTl's father and broth
ers and the scow and the hand organ
stayed in. Havln'. lost part of his
stock in trade he sold the bear to the
girl's father and went overland; he
didn't hanker to keep his hand organ
company.
"The .bear was a regular pet just
like a big overgrown dog. They used
to let him run around most of the time,
and once in a while he'd ramble off
up the flat huntin' roots and berries.
It was him we'd been bavin' such a
rip-roarin' time with; and that's him
you see now, sashayin' around at the
end of the house.
"Tony rounded up old Pop while I
was recoverin', and then we hit the
trail for camp. We told the Professor
a little tale of woe about not findin
any horses, and how my horse got
mean and fell with me to account for
me bein' skinned up so. It went all
right at the time, but that little broth
er of her' s measly little cuss! gave
the whole deal away to one of the boys
who. strayed down that way -a few
days after. Maybe you think them
horse jinglers didn't .guy us! The
roastin' we got was somethin' to be re
membered. " -
"Tony took his' horses home when
round-up was over, and then come
back and went to work for the Pro
fessor. He like to rode a good string
of horses to death runnin' down to
Sun-Dance; but he got the girl, all
right, all right.. She says she married
him -out of pure-sympathy"; he felt so
blamed mean about rpprnT a bear a
bear that was called Cupid at that!"
; '.'It seems to me,"-1 ventured to, sug
gest, "that you deserved a little sym
pathy yourself." -
"I did," -Jack assented, mournfully
"but Tony the son-of-a-gun! he beat
me to it." San Francisco Argonaut,
HAS FONDNESS FOR SNAKE.
Little Pennsylvania Darkey a Puczle
to .Naturalists.
, Prof. H. A. Surface, State Economic
Zoologist, has found the "Boy Snake.
" Charmer oMiarrisburg," according to
a, dispatch from the Pennsylvania'
'city. 1 r. .
The other day Prof. Surface was
engaged in sorting snakes for tiis
.new volume, "On "the SaafcYs of Penn
sylvania," when a little black face' ap
peared'in tire doorway and a squeaky
little voice asked: ,
"Is heah wheah de' snaik man,
lives?"
The professor thought a moment
and .then Said that he . was the . man
who ' was looking for shakes.
The little fellow beamed and asked
the professor if he would let him see
''someTof his shakes.
"Certainly," said the professor, and
he went to his collection, where a
lively rissing viper and a large black
snake were coiled up. .Both of these
snakes are perfectly harmless, but
the boy did not know it. 'He was-de-lighted
over the" snakes' a-nd the
, squirming and twisting of their beau-tiful-
bodies, seemed to charm him.
. When Dr. Surface's attention was"
.diverted to another part of the room
the negro, had reached into the box
and took but the hissing viper, and
followed this by lifting out the black
snake, which coiled about him. He
was fondling the snakes whenDr.
Surface' turned and the boy v.as'ap-
parently not a bit afraid. . .
The-boy's name is James .Dean and
ho is . a familiar object on Harris
burg's streets, clad in a red sweater,
short trousers and shoes that have
seen better days. He wears . neither
hat nor stockings. , At the meeting of
the Harrisburg Naturalists' club, Dr.
Surface took "Jimmy" Dean as an
object lesson and the little fellow
handled the snakes' as if they; had al
ways been his playmates, "nfuch to
the astonishment of the members of
the club. ; ' t
Wonders of Botany. -
The wonders of botany re appar
ently'1 inexhaust.iMe. " Ope of the mc&t
remarkably specimens is the M.cxicah
maguey ree, which furnishes a needle'
and thread ready for use. At ta.ti.P.
nor, ".n-k-. pron Ipaf i?s a slendfii
IL ttiv.ii r5"-- --- ..
thorn needle that milst'te" caretfltlr'
drawn from its steatli. At the same
time it slowly unwinds the thread, a
strons. smooth fiber attached to the
needle and capable of being draws
out to a great length.
WHEN THE PETALS BECIN TO FAWi
When the petals be?in to fait,
When the curling edges fade and wither
When the hue and fragrance go together-
Tell nje. what is' back of it all?
When the perfectness the glory
Fades (and the wasting leaved that w
treasure;
That' count for pain or that couat for
pleasure) '
Tell me then the rose queen's story.
"In the morning, passing in by,
In thp noontide' to'See me' die,
In the evening, with touch ql tenderness.
Press and kiss me proving nay perfect
ness." This the rose queen' answering calf.
When the petals begin to fall.
George Hernott. -
"Say, pa!" "Well, what?" "Why,
does that man in the band run
the trombone, down his throat?" "I
suppose it is because he has a Jaste
for music." Town Topics.
"I'm afraid. Johnny," said the Sun
day school teacher, rather sadly, "that
I shall never meet you in the better
land." "Why? What have yon been
doin' now?" Pick-Me-Up.
To be "resigned to. fate," 'tis true,
We'd feel less hesitation,
' Were fate not almost certain to
, Accept the resignation.
Chicago Kecord-Hera;d.
eiiurch-"Science-'is i great thing. '
see they .have a method for changing
.the shape of a man's nose." Gotham
"Oh, well.'a good, warm game of foot
ball' could nearly always do that!"
Yonkers Statesman. . , .
Tom "So Miss. Turner refused you,
, eh? Did. she give, any reason for do
ing so?"'- Jack- Yes, 'indeed; two of
them." Tom "What' were they?"
Jack-"Myself and another fellow."
.Superior. (Wis-). Telegim.' !
Hoax "My wife went out to shop
to-day and., lost a pocketboak contain
ing $20." Joax " DM; she lose it go
ing to the stores or. 'coming back?"
Hoax- 'Going; I said there was money4
'. in it,, didn't I ?',' Philadelphia Record.
She was a medical student fair,
' ' He was ai fellow whose life was sped;
Sha looked him wver and hummed a tune,
And theu well, then she just eut him
dead. , . . ..
. ,- .. t Houston Post. )
Johnny 'Ta, which is the index fin
ger?'' Pa "The tiager' you point with
tbe'f6refinger. And I suppose the
: third finger of your mamma's left
hand, the one which she wears hec
rings on, must be the table of contents
finger." ..." J' ,
-First Holio "Xhe.. woman at tha
house on thehittivaiied to k iow when
I took myla'st bathv"! Second Ditto
"You dught to have' told her that al
thoughjwe. had to beg our feod, we
'hadi?fgbt so iow a". have to do our
own washiug.". ' " ' .
Husband "Do- you know that
every time -a woman gets angry she
adds a. new w.rinkle..to.her face?" Wife
"No;. I did not;-but if it is so I pre
sume it is a wise provision of uature
to let the worid know, what sort of a
husband a woman has." New Yorker.
. "Skorcher lnus't"' be getting weak
minded," - said the. first automobilist.
"I haven't .notiaeL it," replied the
other.. "Wiiy, he told rfia he stopped
his ..uio once yesterday because there
was a pedesVian. 'in his road." "But
f believe the pedestrian bad a gun."
PhilJdeIp"hia Press. .
Miss 'Passay "She talks so outrag
equjly.. -She ,lo)d one I was nothing
blCa. -.hopeless old maid." Miss Pep-preyr-"Whew!,.
.Mfes Passay "Now,
waSU't that uuladyiarc of her?" - Miss
Pepprey "It eetaitfiy was rude. Still,
it's! better than having her tell lies
about y5u." Philadelphia Ledger.
: Brown "I say old man, who's that
very plain, elderly hidy you were walk
ing with now sitting here? Smith
(the impecunious,' who- married money)
"Olf," that's my wife?' Brown "Your
wife! But" (lowering his voice) "she
has onlj' bneeye, and so awfull I beg
your '-pardon bQt-' Smith (pleas
antly) .'JYonneednXwhisper, ohl mas.
;iie'SHlcafPunch.
.-' -iCurious-Fish.
;Thp-'6l(1c'st'rH.hatTiiants of the New
'Vftrk-'amfaYi'um ' a-re the striped bass,
'whicfi'Tjae been, 'there for ten years.
jMDQla before the buiifiing was opened
to the public. In Mfty, 1S94, fifty-five
peiSmeriii&-liiiis trora a quarter
of a pousiU. toM'Uur,o.u.wls. were se
cured, thirty-seven o"f which have sur
vived. Most of those that were lost
died in the first year, and in the last
four years not one has died.