VOLUME XX.
UNINTERE8TINQ ' PEOPLE.
They live In quiet aort of wijr,
Id a quiet sort of a trwt :
They dun t meet a gnat many people, n .
Iinpresa the people they meet,
lhe newspapers never mention their naniu. .
The world doesn't care what thy do.
They never go In for anything- much.
And their Intimate friends are few.
lie never has had a favorite club.
Though Homebody aald he might,
For a fat little noae on the window pane
Awalta him every night ;
And eight little tinners and two lltt
thumbs
' TTndo all the work of the comb.
As he Hits In the quietest sort of a way
In bla quietest sort of a home.
LIB BY THE
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1 1 1 1 II ! IMIII M
Llbby Anderson hung the dish cloth
on its accustomed nail, and stood there
surveying It. It was plain, from tho
way sho looked, that she had deter
mined to Bpeak.
"Ma,' she asked of the woman: who
was sitting before the little round
tore,, "what were those papers Dave
put In his pocket as I came in?"
"Some thlugs he was showin' me."
"Ma," she asked, qulveringly, "you
didn't sign anything, did you?''
"I didn't sign your name to any
thing." And the needles clashed
again.
She knew her mother too well to
press further. (
"I don't just understand Dave coming
here this time of year," she ventured;
"and I thought he acted queer."
The old woman was folding her knit
ting. "I'm going to bed, and you'd better
corns along, too," was her reply.
A week went by, and although Llbby
. bad twice forgotten to feed tho chick
ens, and had several times let the ket
tle bum dry, she was beginning to feel
more settled In her mind.
. She did up the work one morning
and went to town.
Her first call was at the solicitor,
and here she heard the worst Ma bad
assigned their home to Dave. She did
not make any fuss; she was too old-fashioned
for hysterics.
vt was not until the old place came
nroKe now
THE
,'ie doesn't belong to a woman's club,
She hasn't a smile fad.
' e spends her time with a bltie-eytd lass
I' Ind a mischievous little Isd.
! is never unraveled a Problem of Lift I
I She doesn't know Iota of thlni.ni i .
ilis plays wltb lbs "kids" and work, all
day.
And most of the time sbs sings.
ft Isn't like most other husbands at all.
' ihe Isn't like most other wives;
And they never attempt to make a chant
In the rottrse of their quiet lives ;
;:ut once In a while they dress the "kid
And go to spend the day
n a nice little, quiet country spot.
In a nlcs little quiet way.
" ifaarlcs Kivira Kit by in Collier's Wtell.
MM 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1
UNLOVED.
: tl-X I-I ;
"Why not?" she demanded, in a
half-frightened, half-agrcsslve voice,
"He's sold the place, ma!"
"What's that you say? Something
about Dave selling my place? Are you
gone crazy, Llbby?"
"You know -you deeded it to him.
ma. It was his after you did that
And he's sold it, and we'll have to
move out."
Hearing no answer, she turned
around, and it was then she coveted
Dave's gift of saying things smoothly.
The old woman was crouched low in
her chair, and her face was quivering
and looked sunken and gray.
"I didn't think he'd do that,", sho
faltered.
"Never mind, ma," Llbby said awk
wardly. "Poor ma."
It was the nearest to a caress that
had passed between them since Llbby
was a little girl.
Nothing more was said until after
ma had gone to bed. Llbby supposed
she was asleep, when she called quav.
erlngly to her.
"Llbby," she said, "you mustn't be
thinkln' hard of Dave. He must have
thought It for the best."
Llbby was used to caring for ma,
and she needed care now.
"Yes, ma," she answered; "I'm sure
he must"
It was not until tho morning of the
fourth day that .the silence between
them was broken. Llbby got. Up to
take down the clock, when she beard
!LhJrjlher, and turn-
Dave would hear of us leavln' the
place I always knowed you'd never
'predated, Dave."
Before morning broke ma was dead.
Happy, because she had back her old
faith in Dave the. blind, beautiful
faith of the mother In her son. And
Llbby the homeless and unloved Llb
by was happy, too, for she had fin
ished well her work of caring for ma."
London Answers.
FADELESS CHEEKS OF PINK.
How Women Now Achieve the Bloom
That Won't Come Off.
The idea of ladles having that deli
cate rose color which Is the desire of
all tattoed Into their cheeks Is not
row, but !t ii only lately, writes a cor
respondent, that a permanent tint has
been secured. Formerly there was the
hor.ible possibility of l'ie beautiful
p'nlt choel.s g.jtlunil us mining a pur
pie tinge.
The new mcLIiod of or!ln-ry taltoo
lnp; is by r.u'ius of c.i el ctr c needle.
The Instrument Is wielded Just like a
pencil, the little needle darting in and
out so quickly as to bo almost Imper
ceptible and forming a very fine line,
which, for pnf.ernmalung, is a great
advantage. For the face, however, the
old-fashioned hand nee'4p Is often
used, as It gives a soft.-blurry effect.
It Is another proof of the readiness
of woman to suffer in the cause of
vanity. They are not, however, called
upon to sulfur any sensation of pain,
as cocaine is mixed with the paint.
Many clients Indifferently read a book
during the process. The color lo a
harmless vegetable dye, and varies
in tone to harmonize with, different
complexions. It a put on In a patch
in the middle of each cheek, and then
gradually shaded off round the edges.
' A pair of rosy cheeks complete
takes two sittings of about two hours
each to tattoo, and the sitter general
ly gives her face a week's rest be
tween them. When the operation Is
over the face is covered first with
cream and then with a dusting of
powder. For a couple of days, tho
Color Is somewhat too vivid, but after
that the upper skin, which has, of
course, been' honeycombed by the
needle, comes off In flakes, and under
neath is the rose petal complexion.
A targe number of men have un
dergone the operation. One explained
that he had been iu London for the
last few years, but was going down
into the country and wished it to be
thought that bo was spending his time
abroad!; He wanted his neck and
shoulders tattooed with brown to rep.
esent sunburn. London Mall.
FRANKLIN
FRANKLIN. N, C. WEDNESDAY. MARCH 8, 1905.
"BLUES" TIKED NERVES
THE PEOPLE MOST SUBJECT TO
THIS OREAD COMPLAINT.
The Blues Are Always from Within
and May Be Thrown Off or Perse
vered In as the 8ufferer Wills
Change of 8cene a Good Prescrip
tion. There are persons who deny ever
having the blues, but as a rule they
confuse tho term wltb hysteria and
womanish fits of .sulks. They do not
call their own fits of depression the
blues, but fit them with some 'more
high sounding name. But the blues,
nevertheless, are a distinct mental
affliction to which humanity general
ly Is subject
The blues have no special reason
for being unless the old-tme Idea is
right that they come from a disordered
state .of the liver. That the liver is
closely connected with the mental at
titude resulting from an attack of tho
blues is indicated by the fact that
dyspeptics aro as a general thing mo
rose and given to brooding. But this
does not hold good In all cases, for
there are some notably cheerful dys
peptics, who Joke over their enforced
dieting and their lack of flesh.
The active grief that follows a be
reavement or fit of Illness or business
trouble Is In no way the same thing as
the depression tuat comes up when
there Is a clear sky and envelopes
everything In its fog. The one has a
reason for being, the other is not so
much a rebellion against conditions
as a general tiredness of life. Its du
ties, Joys and sorrows. It Is the con
dition which In many cases produces
suicides otherwise unexplainable.
So says a clever woman doctor,
who points out that, oddly enough, In
hospitals the blues are not Common
among the patients and convalescents.
There Is too much of real suffering to
admit of the brooding, self-analyzing
condition that atacka people without
reason In the world outside.
The weather, she says. Is one of
the principal invitera of blues. A
week of bad weather Increases sui
cides and fills people with despond
ency. In. many cases It Inseparable
from a despondent state of mind. The
east wind has always been accused.
producing low spirits.
But on tire other hand
inherit the brooding and g
nerameut just as they Ins
wits or dull ones, kindly
or the reverse. There art
begin as children to col
whine over their small trl
Mt Is allowed t
bore
of
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CLIMATE IN MANCHURIA.
Frost at the End of October Ten
Months of Dry Season.
The climate of Manchuria plays an
important role In the war between
Russia and Japan. Up to the present
we have bad but little precise infor
mation upon this point Mr. 3. Ross
has lately given some Indications as
to the climate of that region- and the
character of the different seasons. He
states that In the months of March
and April there are strong southwest
winds which bring with them heat
and moisture. At the end of March
tfie winter season ends. The under
soil can be worked for agriculture.
April appears to be the only month of
spring. At tho end of this mouth
the sowing " of wheat commences.
Summer begins In May, and at the
end of June or the beginning of July
the wheat Is cut. Up to the end of
June rain Is rare and the sky 1b gen
erally clear," while cloudy weather Is
an exception. The heat reaches r
maximum at the end of July and fl
part of August. Afterwards co.
heavy rains or storms. It often ratlin
for several days and nights without
stopping. The soil is completely sat
urated, and inundations are frequent.
September Is the harvest month,
while October gives some of the fin
est weather of the year. At this time
the heat Is agreeable during the day
and the sky is clear, with bracing air,
while vegetation Is' at Its height At
the end of the month the first night
frosta begin to appear, and In Nov
ember the cold weather commences
and keeps up until March.
At Mukden, tho temperature some
times goes down as low as S3 de
grees C. During the day, however,
the cold is not excessive, and some
times in the middle of winter the
sun's rays become very warm, on ac
count of the southerly position of
that locality. The maximum tempera
ture of summer Is 98.0 or 100.4 degrees
F. About ten months of the year are
dry for the most part, and the ex
cessive wet season only occurs dur
ing a month or bo. At Nltitschwang,
on the north shore of the dulf of
Liao-tung, the mean winter tempera
ture is 16 degrees r, and the mean
for the summer 74.8 degrees, The
mean annual temperature Is 411 de
grees F. me tiussian marmuio
s have a very low mean annual
rature. Thus at Vladivostok
rage fo rthe winter is 10.2 de-
and for the summer it is
ogrees F. Scientific Am.
an's Love.
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a Sec-
iterday af-
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THE $ULPIT.
K SCHOLARLY SUNDAY SERMON B1
THE REV. HERBERT H. MOTT.
gabjertt Can Man Do as Ha Likes?
Boston, Mass. The following ser
mon was contributed to The CbriBtlnn
Register by the Rev. Herbert H. Mott.
It is entitled "Can a Man Do as He
Likes?" and the text Is: "Choose you
this dny who you will serve." Joshua
xxlv., 15.
Can a man do as he likes?
Of course not! you it J. All sorts of
barriers hedge him ronud. He would
like to- fly as the birds fly, but the
weight of .bis flesh and bones keeps
plodding along the ground. He Is born
poor or stupid; consequently be can
neither buy a steam yacht nor set the
Tunnies on fire, though he would like
denrly to do both. The force of public
opinion compels bim to don a toll silk
lint and n frock coat when he would
much prefer to go about In a golf cate
and a shooting Jacket. The force of
public law compels him to run bis nuto
nt ten miles an hour when be very
much wishes to spin along Joyously nt
the rate of thirty. Krery man exists
under a set of compulsions. He is
obliged to submit to mauy limitations,
natural and artificial, and be is -compelled,
by pushes and pulls and press
ures he is utiahln to resist, to do many
things he (loesfl't want to do.
Nevertheless, in spite of a mart's ab
ject slavery In certain directions. Is
there not some small since, some little
nren, In wnlch. Instead of being a
slave, be is nt.tinlly and truly free? a
department of life and conduct in
which be can do ns be likes?
The olt) doctrinethe doctrine be
lieved by our fathers, and by nearly
the whole of humanity, civilized and
uncivilized, In every part of the world,
from the beginning of recorded time
was that there Is such n department of
life and conduct; that In nil vital mat
ters, in all matters that have to do
with the moral quality of life, n man
ran do ns he likes. Our fathers held
that, whenever we stand at n paint
where two roads diverge, we are able
to choose, select, determine, which
road to pursue. In such a situation
the casting vote remains wltb us.
Whenever two or more governments,
leaders, employers, claim our Allegiance,
we can "choose whom we will serve.
This Is true, said our fathers, no mat
ter bow severe the pressure. The
temptation, urgency, force of clrcum
stnuccs, may be so great as to resem
ble compulsion. It appears ns It ws
were obliged to take one rond rather
than the other. This," said our fathers,
is appearance only. Iu reality, when
ever two or more alternative pre
sent themselves, whenever two roads
open before us, the decision remains
with us. It is with us to ssy yes or
no, to lift the latch or not to lift it, to
take the left or the right. No matter
how great the pressure brought to
bear on us, lu the last, resort we can
always choose poverty Instead of
riches, captivity instead of freedom,
suffering Instead of ease, and instead
6f life, rather than yield, If need be,
aecnn always choose deatb.
(lncrrtpi
tvid, al
PRESS,
and are accosted by an Individual In
shabby garments. You me touched by
his tnle of woe, and with your usuiil
generosity you give him nn nmple
alms. Five minutes Inter (tills inci
dent is founded upon fact) In the crush
of a crowded corner, you feel .nn un
wonted hnnd busy at your pocket, and,
turning round, discover in the would
be thief the very man you have Just
helped.
What do you think of this fellow?
Do you feel townnl him as If he were
an invalid, n sick soul, n deluded vic
tim of circumstance?
On the contrary, yon regnrd and
Justly regard the robust ptirloincr of
jour pockctbook ns nil ungrateful
scoundrel, and. If you are n good citi
zen, you promptly and indignantly
hand him over to the police. Sorrow
and pity you no doubt experience, but,
mingled with sorrow nud pity there
will be righteous Indlgnntlon. How
ever mnny excuses your kind heart
makes for him, you will still blame
the man; for you will be convinced,
however bud Ins surroundings and his
bringing up. I cing a man, he could
have kept straight In spite of nil, as
many nnntlitr bus done. You know, In
jour soul, that, however great the ob
stacles, being a man, he was still mas
ter of himself. He might have chosen
differently. Ho might have tnken the
right road lustentl of the wrong one. if
only he had tr.ert hard enough. You
feel, after all Is salir and done, he was,
In this matter, able t do ns he liked
Consequently, lie Is responsible. There
fore, we blame him.
Take the opposite ense, that of the
hero. We have nil rend recently how
the Jiipnnese attempted to block the
entrance to Port Arthur by sinking
steamers Iu the channel. One of these
vessels had reached the appointed spot.
Her anchor linil been let go. The fuse
attached to the charge which was to
blow it hole In her bntl been lighted.
The' officer In command ordered the
crew Into the lifeboat, he himself be
ing the Inst to leave the ship. A mo
ment lip stands on the gunwale, ready
to cast loofo. He counts bis men. One
Is utilising. Sli.-ll tliey lenve him?
The ottlcer hn iiitt nn Instant In which
to mtikc tip hi mind. There is nn in
ward struggle lietvt'eett the rival Im
pulses of duty iind'sclf-''egni'd. Then
he climbs ngnlu upon the shot-swopt
deck to seek his lost comrade. Alas!
It Is in vain. The next moment he Is
killed by a Riisslnn shell, and his crew
push off, only Just in (lino to save
themselves.
Why do we regard this man as
hero? Why was n public funeral held
In his honor by his countrymen? Why
do we pinife him? Beennse we feel
the brave action was due to him, and
to no thing ami no one else, Because
we feel that he Mood where two ways
diverged the way of duty and the way
of safety and that he was master of
the situation, Me determined which
road to take. Out of his own brave
will, out of his own courageous soul,
he chose the right way. The decision
lay not with cii-ctttnstiuices, conditions,
previous training, or ancestry, but
with himself. We feci that he, and he
alone. "was responsible, and that there
fore to him, ami to him alone, belongs
the credit and the prnise.
We Van not help hlnuilng the crim
inal, we cannot help, praising the
.n UM13EU 10
POOR MANI
We may talk of man's strength, his genius
and power.
And how be can I -ce other mortals to cow.
er.
Of these things It's easy to prate by lb
hour ;
Hut It s queer, ever since this old planet
lit'KHn,
Vvhat a poor weak womsa ran do to a .
man. .
Mie conies Into his office to sell him a book.
An affront from a male lUut be never would
brook ;
Unt nil shii must do Is to glvahlm a look .
And he buys every one that he possibly -
inn.
Just liecnuse she s a woman and he I a -iuuu.
He comes liouie at night, tired out with his
work
And anxious all further endeavor to shirk:
hut his f!rtHs suit goes on with a frown and
a Jerk.
For his wife for the evening's concocted
a plan.
And he goes she's a woman and he's but
a man.
She walks Into the slanchest and strongest
of banks :
In the iirexldcnt's office ber beauty sh
lilanks
And draws several thousand and pays him
In thnnks.
Hhe oughtn t to do It. but really she ran,
Itei-aiise she's a woman and he Is a man.
N hen he wants to be naughty she makes
Mm behave
Kor her snke a coward will try to bebrar.
She makes lilm right gladly perform as ber
slave.
lie will en the whole routs from Beershs-
lia to I la ii.
Itecause she's a woman and he I a man.
Cincinnati Commercial foM.
JUST FOR FUN
Nellie She suffered In silence.
Frances I'll bet she suffered. Punch
Bowl. , ;
Fuddy They say Plnchley haa
money to burn. Duddy That's be
cause he never burns any. Boston
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j;r Nurox What boott-ran I get
that will fit me tmJtebiaCSS
clety? Mrs. B,U;sox Have you tried
the check booK Cleveland Leader.
The Lawyer H'm! What makes
you think you wish to study to be
come a lawyer? The applicant Well,
me folks object to me beln' a burglar.
Judge.
Larry When th' doctor came to vac
cinate yez did yez roll up yes slavef
Denny Shure. 01 pulled up both av
thlm awn dared him to come outside.
Chicago Dally News.
Excited Committeeman My! You're
here at last! I thought you were go
ing to disappoint us. Lectures I amv
Just watch the audience while
I'm
talking. Baltimore American.
"To what account shall we charge
these new! battV"1" staked
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hero.' but, if criminal and hero were
the Victims of circumstance, to
Blr
Mild lie meaningless. We have
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