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if THE PRESS. iff. FRANKLIN VOLUME XIX. A MEMORY fiooause, today, I heard b merry tune riaycrt In the city street, That ever rose above the city's noise, And laughed through all the sound of , . l'i"B ten, 1 stood agniu in fancy by the sea, And felt its salt breath blowing over me. Ue Lover's Victory. By Helca Forest drives. The afternoon sun was drawing long, level bars of light across the vel vet grass which sloped down to the silver ridges of sand along the sea shore; the curling fringes of snow white foam broke with a soft mur murous sound on the beach, and Pen Die Wtngate, sitting with her book on her lap, under the shadow of a low branched cedar tree, could just detect, through the sweet medley of dreamy summer sound a Arm, rapid footstep on the rocky ledge beyond, a footstep whose echo brought the color to her cheek and the dewy sparkles to her eye. Penelope Wlngate was very pretty; just eighteen, with Urge, dark-blue eyes; brown, shining balr, and akin soft and translucent as mother-of-pearl. . She was slightly above the me dium size, with that graceful sway ing motion of ever; limb that must necessarily be born with one, for art never can Imitate Its supple ease. Tea, she was very pretty, and bo Hugh Barton thought, as he ap proached and saw her, an unconscious tableau In herself. He himself was a fit mate for her, in his tall vigorous manhood, dark and brilliant with a certain Castillian style of beauty. No wonder that Pen nie Wlngate had learned to love blm with all the earnestness of her noble, womanly nature. "Alone, Pennle?" he said, pausing, as his shadow fell across the pages of her book. "I did not anticipate so good an opportunity to ask you to go with me to the beach picnic tomorrow. Will you allow me the pleasure of be coming your escort?" . The, question, asked with playful formality, was answered at once: -ifOf courss l will, Hugh. MaJ. Trac fltt asked me two hours ago, and I said r was engaged; lor, ofj'course," she added, with that pretty, royal way of taking things for grantednthat belongs of right to beauty, "I kne you would want m to go with you " -l That's a good little I'ennhj. Then t will have the boat ready at ten pre cisely "Arts we going in boats?" she asked. OF VACATION. I sow tbe sky star-spangled ns It n When Ami I heard that little giddy ,JU"? . , 1 ",.w ,thf Vaib of molten gold Thnt stretched away to touch the ris- ingsuoon, -yhilo In my ear the ceaseless city roar Sounded as breakers foaming 'gainst the shore. Rose C. Goode, la St. Nicholas. drowning, shipwreck, etc., while Pen nie's concealed smiles contrasted oddly with Uncle Percy's look of open mouthed horror. "Here we are, sir," said Barton, at length, as the keel of the little boat grated on the sand at the rocky point which was the rendezvous of the vari ous picnickers, "I hope you've enjoyed your sail!" Uncle Percy tried to smile, and said; "Oh, yes, 1 have; very much Indeed!" But he didn't look it As soon aa the Impromptu lunch, eaten under the shadow of a beetling cliff of dazzling white rock, was over, Mr. Barton and Miss Wlngate strolled casually off, followed close by Uncle Percy. "We are going toward Clyndale Point," carelessly observed Mr. Bar ton. "I think, Mr. Wingate, you would be apt to find a finer variety of water shells on the Crooked Mills shore." "Oh, it doesn't matter," said Uncle Percy, "I dare say I shall find enough at Clyndale." And he eyed the two young lovers with a glance which was, to say the least of it, malicious. Clyndale Point was a superb mass of rocks, belted here and there with crags and rifts a broad stretch, or floor, over which, at high tide, the waters swept like a flood, but which was now a bright surface of rock or sand with tiny shells, and trails of dark seaweed strewn here and there. "Here Is a delicious shady spot un der these rocks," said Mr. Barton. "Shall we sit down and rest?" "Certainly," interposed Uncle Percy, before Pennle could answer; "certain, ly! I'm tired to death climbing over these uneven crags!" So Hugh Barton chose a convenient seat on the rock for Uncle Percy, while he and Pennle picked up shells, and gathered strange, shining pebbles and bits of seaweed, conscious the while that the old gentleman's gray eyes were on them, keen and unwearying, as the gaze of a falcon. "Don't go out of sight, Penelope!" sharply cried he. n- I'nrV.P- evini you," observed Mr. Barton, with the utmost courtesy, "but I've a little h.tr galn to make first" "A bargain, sir!" Jerked forth Uncle Percy.- "what do you mean, sir!" "I mean that you have had your turn all along, sir, and that mine has come now. Before I row up a foot nearer, I must have your unconditional prom ise that yon are willing for me to marry your niece." "I will never grant any such per mission!" cried Uncle Percy, growing scarlet In his indignation. Hugh turned the head of the boat around. "Oh, very well, sir, If you prefer to be drowned I haven't a word to say." "Drowned!" faltered Uncle Percy. "Stop a moment! Hold on! Tou would never allow me to Halo-o-o-o 1 I say!" For the boat was slowly moving off, while a sudden wave, higher and stronger than Its brothers, sprinkled Uncle Percy's feet with Its salt spray. "Come back I" roared Uncle Percy. "Yes or no thave I your permission? I am determined to marry Pennle, and she will not consent without" "Yes yes yes!" - shouted . Undo Percy, each affirmative monosyllable louder than the last, Jerked from him In mortal terror or his life. "I am much obliged to you, sir," said Hugh, politely. "Hold on, I will be alongside directly." He skillfully guided the boat closo up to tho lower point of rock, and Uncle Percy stumbled rather than stepped into It, dropping like a huge rag doll upon the seat. "I hope you're not very wet, uncle dear," said Pennle, sweetly. "Wo hadn't the least idea the tide was ris ing so fast when we went to get some of those beautiful starfish for my aquarium." Pennle might have spoken the truth so far as regarded herself, but Uncle Percy knew from the twinkle in Hugh Barton's eye the he at least had not been so very innocent of all cogniz ance of the affair. The homeward voyage was very si lent. Pennle and Hugh were too hap py to talk Uncle Percy too misera ble, what with wet feet, acute twinges of rheumatism, and sharp conscious ness of defeat. Charles .Allston met them at the ho tel, but Charles Allston's day and gen eration were over. "It's no use, Charlie," said Undo Percy, dolefully. "I've promised hei' to Hugh Barton." For Hugh had won the victory, and Pennie's slender forefinger already bore the diamond which proclaimed to all the world her happy engagement. Youth had outgeneraled age. Cupid had won the day. New York Weekly. FRANKLIN. N. C. WEDNESDAY. MARCH 23, THE MODERN PUNCHERS. COWBOY8 OF THE PRESENT DAY ARE NOT PICTURESQUE. Their Life In the Old Days Was One of Hardship and Adventure The Helpful Texas Rangers Where "Bad Men" Are StTll Found. The life of the cowboy In the old days was one of hardship and plctur esquo adventure. Other dangers abounded on the broad plains of the West In addition to the hundred risks to life and limb that alwaysattended the guarding of a herd of thousands of cattlo whose safety depended entirely on the efforts of the cowboy. Thirty or forty years ago the Indians were an ever-present factor. Many a brave fellow lost his life as a result of their raids, and, the cattle thieves were Just as bad. Aside from the mur derous designs of men tho cowboy had to face the storms of winter and the withering heat of summer. The great snow storms of the West are fearful on man and beast, and the care neces sary to prevent a herd from stamped ing in such a storm made It doubly hard for tlio "punchers." Probably no danger the cattlemen of the early days had to face was greater than thnt of the stampede, Once a vast herd of many thousand long horned steers were frightened and started on one of those mad rushes whlcu have been described so vividly in stories of the West It required al most superhuman exertions to turn the course of thoir flight in .order to save them from piling pell-mell over the brink of Borne precipice. In such cases the hardy cowboys had to ride at breakneck speed, make a wide detour, and at the eminent risk of being empaled on the Bharp horns, ride across the front of the flying mass, turn them from their dangerous course, and perhaps after thirty-six hours of constant riding finally round them up, quieted, but still trembling with fear and ready to be off at an Instant's notice. Frequently these stampedes were started by Indians or cattle thieves, and in addition to having to make an effort to save the cattle a running fight with the would-be robbers would fre quently take place. The most picturesque characters of fifty years ago and a great help to the cattle kings as well as the cowboys, were the Texas Rangers. These men were employed to patrol the Mexican border and prevent the raids of cattle robbers and other desperadoes. These men were brave to a fault and pos sessed wonderful skill In hand I big their rifles, as many a "peon" learned to his cost ' The Rangers were required to lea li ltfa nf durnmr- lint thnv loved the lif A FORE8T IN TWENTY YEARS. Catalpa Tree Gives a Growth a Hun dred Feet In Two Decades. How a forest of extremely valuable timber may be grown in a score ol years, and made a source of profit within six to eight years, will be de monstrated in an Interesting exhibit at the World's fair. This exhibit will be made under the auspices of Che International Society of Arboriculture. John P. Brown, secre tary and treasurer of the association, lias consulted with the chiefs of de partments at the World's fair and has made all arrangements. That particular variety of the catal pa tree, known as speciosa, will be the basis for this exhibit and the great value and adaptability of this wood will be shown in all forms. The catal pa Is indigenous to the Wabash bottom lands In Illinois and Indiana, but may be grown In any section of the United States. The tree Is known nearly everywhere, but its great value is Just beginning to bo understood. Nearly every boy knows the tree because of the long and Blender seed pod which, when dried, burns much like tobacco, and is often known as tho "lady ci gars." It is the worth of the timber, and its marvelously quick growth, that is, des tined to solve the problem of future railroad building, and furnishing a sup ply sf lumber for all purposes. In the World's fair exhibit a section of railroad will be hnllt showing the adaptability of catalpa timber for ties. Old ties that have been In use for 33 years, and not yet showing any signs of decay, will shown. When It Is shown that the average life of an oak tie is seven years, the catalpa's value on this line is demonstrated. TUero will be telegraph and telephone poles that have been In uso as long, and fence posts will be exhibited that can be proven to have been in use for 100 years. Not alone for these purposes is the wood of the catalpa valuable. A prom inent Dayton, 0., car building plant will exhibit a section of a palace car, all of trie timbers of which. Inside and out, are of catalpa wood. The timber possessses all of tbe require ments for such work, being strong and susceptible of a fine finish. After it has been placed in the finish of a palace car it is often mistaken for oak, chestnut or cherry. Furniture factories will also exhibit fine chairs, desks and other furniture from this wood. After the thinning out proceBS the growth of tho tree continues at the uniform rate of one-Inch in diameter each year and catalpa trees at 18 years old often reach as high as 100 feet, thus yielding large return of splendid turn- vfno' ong the large railroad systems 1904. A SERMON FOR SUNDAY AN INTERESTING DISCOURSE BY THE REV. DR. H. C SWENTZEL Subjeeti The Divine Carpenter Christ He. longed to tho Grand Army ot Belf-lte-spectlng Woratngmen HIS Ufa Con demns tho fllnf ulness of Idleness. Brooklyn, N. Y. Aa interesting and forceful sermon was preached Sunday morning by Rev. pr. Henry 0. Swentzcl, reotor of St. Luke's Church, Clinton ave nne, near Fulton street. The subject win "Tbe Divine Carpenter," and tho text St. Mark vi:3: "Is not this the carpenter?" Dr. Swentzel said: The glorious rton of Man was a mechanic. It is well worth while to consider those eighteen years which lie spent at Nazar eth, concerning which we would dearly love to know so much, but of which it is possible to learn so little. Whether He were rich or poor, whether Ho devoted Himself exclusively to the exercises of re ligion or was occupied with other concerns ss well; whether He were, so to say. a man anions men, or lived a strange weird life as a recluse in the wilderness these are queries upon which we may reflect with profit. Daring the period which began when the Christ C hild went down from among the doctors in the temple to the Galilean home to prepare for His public life there is only one bit of definite information concerning Him, and that is furnished almost acci dentally in the text. The people who had known Him all along were astonished when they heard His savings and saw His mighty works. The record which He made among them in bygone years was worthy of Him and ought to have prepared them to expect large things of Him sooner or later, but they could not forget that He had lived among them ss a common artisan. When He returns to them with all the fame He had won and was about to spend brief season with them in order that His former friends and neighbors might not be neg lected in His ministry, they recall His an tecedents, and they ask with mingled won der and scorn, "Is not this the carpenter!" The question establishes the fact that Jesus had been known as a village carpen ter. From the days of youth until He set out to do the stupendous work for which He was sent, He accepted the trade of Ills reputed father and was occupied largely with its ordinary employment. ' lie be longed to the "working (lasses." A de scendant of the royal David He most sure ly was, and yet He thought not of the throne of Ilia renowned ancestor. He was indeed a king, but not after the world's fashion, for He came to be King of men, to rule the heart and conscience of man kind, lie stems to have hod no ambition to attain unto lofty station, and the par aphernalia of earthly greatness bad no charms for Him. His masterful purpose was to save the world, both the elassea and the masses, and He would, therefore, iden tify Himself personally and actively with the multitudes and not only with a privil eged few. He could teach princely virtues without being a prince, and He would ben efit th hosts of mankind by allying Him self with the conditions and experiences of the many. He understood full well that Eo political contrivances could bring the ingdom of God to this earth, and He con sidered that the needs of the millions could bo served in no other way than by the moral and spiritual democracy which it was His mission to establish. - Our Lord was a workingman. It must aot, therefore, be supposed thsXJ riefjif ijhi ii nit wmAmm J'-rriiU, was Hie omnipotence exerted In tils own behalf. He accepted the very situation which confronts us. Engaged with the oc cupations of His trade during so many years. Ha exalts industry into a divine virtue and brands sloth as a deadly sin. He has no favor for an ambition that longs for absolute ease. It may not be necessary for any one to be occupied with the bur dens of business, but we are all bound to keep in personal touch with tlio life of hu manity. There are other spheres of use fulness than' the field and the shop, the office or the counting room. The church asks for thousands who are willing to fol low the example of splendid heroes who have withdrawn from the haunts of trade ond from the hope of gain in order to do vote themselves exclusively to the ministry of Christian laymen. Everywhere ore char ities calling loudly for encouragement and service. Politics presents a wide range for the activities of patriotism and of the very highest religion. There is something for everybody to do-, and no one is justified in living for himself in a sequestered and at tractive nook away from the demands that sound from every quarter. Each individ ual should have some occupation, a place in the world's vast factories, a work of some sort which shall tell for the happiness of others. The Lord has a strong word for labor. He is the fellow and the ehampion of all toilers. He has a meaning for all those who work with their brain or with their hands, for all such are workingmcn. He has forever consecrated the evcrydayness of life. He adopts the workaday world. "The Light of Asia," which states beauti fully certain feature of the Buddhist reli gion, represents the incarnate rluddna as a wandering beeper, nsking food. Jesus Christ was no beggar. The mendicant, any more than the pauper, receives not the ap proval of His own practice, by which lie sanctified labor until the end of the world. The Uallilean Carpenter was no less the incarnate Son of God during the years which He Spent at Nazareth than He was on the mountain of the transfiguration or on the first Easter Day. There are many reasons why work is honorable, but it re ceives its crowning glory from the exper ience of the divine Christ during the long feriod of which we know nothing save that le was a mechanic. He has endured all occupations with dignity that nothing short of our own disloyalty can possibly take away. It matters not what one's daily toils are, they are worthy of fidelity and energy, and they ora as much a part ol Cod's service as the saying of prayers and the receiving of religious rites. The em peror and his humblest subject, the prime minister and the street sweeper, the mil lionaire and his valet, all are included in the spirit of industry and devotion which Jesus manifested at the bench which stood in a shop or, perhaps, at times under a huge tree st Nazareth. He has hallowed all vocations by the consecration of His personal industry, and they should be in terpreted and accepted as a sacred part of tbe life which now is, The Nazareth Carpenter teaches that worldly place of itself is nothing worth. A man may be a man wherever he is, and labor is honorable whatever it may be. Station or the lack of it does not make the man or his life. The people of lowly degree may likewise learn precious lessons of the Galilean artisan. They become dis couraged because they fancy themselves to be of no account, and they too often cher ish an unhappy contempt for their daily toils. They despise the factory or the office as necessary evils. Jesus hss a lesson for them which He pronounces from the Nazareth shop. Long years lis spent in obscurity. No murmurs escnoe Him. no signs of impatience, noevMjnttlJlJAAislfi NOMBEK 12 JUST FOR FUN: THE SHORTER COURSE. Hurry the baby as fast its you enn, Hurry him, worry lilm.i make biro ) : muni i Off with his baby clothes, get him In punts, g. ' Feed liim on bralu foodond make him advance. . ' !ii " Hustle him, soon as he's able to walk. Into a grammar school; urum biiu, with tulk. Fill his poor head full of Wgures and fuels, ' Keep on n-jumming them yn till It l"I 1M.KH. Once boys grew up nt a rational rate: ! Now we develop u niau while you wait. ' RiikIi him through college, compel him to grub Of every known subject a dip and a dab. V Oct him In business nnd after the cushy '"' All by the time be euu grow n miistuque. Let him forget he vat ever a boy, , Make gold bin god unci its jingle his joy. . Keep hi in a-hustllug and clear out of breath Until be wins nervous prostration and death, . ;.. Boston Transcript, k HUMOROUS. - t . Many a good novel has been found ed on facts, and many a good newspa per story has foundered on facts. Puck. , $t j, ' There are not many people who can reach Success via the Stepping Stones of Failure without getting their feet wet, Puck. t . rlf "They say Brown Is tea years ahead of his time." "Well, it's not true. He's six months behind. I'm bis land lord, and ought to know." "J No, there Is nothing in superstition, but would you, now, would you, enjoy -sitting down to dinner in a company that numbered thirteen T Would youT Chicago Record-Herald. ; ., "What am I ever coins: to do with such a bad, bad boy?" sighed the fond mother. "Oh, you' leave me alone," replied the young hopeful;' v"lm not half as bad as I can be." Brooklyn Life. 1 - ; ... i...ii j .J'.4 "It was only five years ago that I started in with our firm at $5 a week," Bald Bragg, "and now I earn $50 week without any trouble." 'Teat's so; It's easy to Newltt, "but how mucVrfo you gett" Philadelphia Press. vti : "I hear," said the boss, "that you've been kicking because you've cot so much to do." "Well er yes," replied think---" -Well, ik njore to V'i ToP IT J
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