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TUESDAY, JANUARY 16, 1912. nam two. THE QASTOSIAt"OAZETTB The Gastonia Gazette. TUESDAY, JANUARY 16, 1912. AX IMPORTED HEAD. Says last week's Dallas Advocate: "Mr. L. M. Hoyle is a Republican and Republicans generally should lend him a helping hand." Innocent enough looking on Its face, isn't it? To the uninitiated the fact should be stated here for infor mation that Mr. llolye recently mov ed to Gastonia from Lincolnton to practice law. The Lincoln Times speaks very highly of him as a law yer and a gentleman and The Ga zette warmly welcomes him to Gas tonia as it always does every good progressive citizen. There is room for all of the right kind who come, regardless of their politics. Here's the milk in the cocoanut. however, and we have it straight from a very reliable source, that the Gaston Republicans have imported Mr. Hoyle as a leader in county pol itics. We are reliably informed that the purpose is to make him chair man of the county Republican execu tive committee and to commit into his hands the machinery of the par ty in this county. The Gazette has no obje t ion what ever to tins procedure. If it suits the Republicans it certainly suits us The only question that has arisen in our minds in connexion with this move on the part of our !riiin!s the enemy is "Have not the K i i i I 1 1 an of Gaston countv a man in tleir own ranks who is taxable of tind:nt: to this job? Isn't it a s!ai: on th, oar- tv that it is found i . m to n o out and tl.e I j : i -1 . i s ;-i some otht r county in ordei to ! i d a man With b.ams and . i i . i ! ' imiuli to conchn t K publican afa:rs in Gas ton?" Lend s to us lil-e a very poor recommendation for the party. Is there an young man. just hloomlnc Into the voting siati . who would want to align himself with such a party? Huh? UH-2 IN (I VSIOMA. Nineteen and twelve should see the following things accomplished in Gastonia: Interurhan cars running between Gastonia and Charlotte. A new Southern passenger depot built and with sheds to it. A modern hotel built and in oper ation. Our biggest need just now. A modern opera house built. There's room for it and it could be made a paying proposition. Streets macadamized and concrete Sidewalks laid in residence districts. In this respect we are greatly be hind other towns of our siLe and ability. For good measure the city might build those septic tanks and put in a fire alarm system. Just about as important as any we should organize a live board or trade anil begin to advertise our town. Iet's wake up and get busy. Let's quit -wasting money piddling around on our streets. It's child's I' lay. Iefs forget everybody's troubles but our own. put our shoulders to the wheel and push Gastonia further toward the front during this good year HMl There's not a thing in the above list that cannot he accomplished ir every Gastonian will do his duty, in cluding the city council. That Tennessee preacher who op erated a still house on the parsonage property while he preached from the pulpit evidently intended to keep his congregation in r.0od spirits one way or anot her. Those folks who have been saying all fall that we don't have cold weather any more like we lister are not saying very much just now. "Concord I ispleast d. Plans for New Station lo not Come I'p to K pectations." So reads the beading over a news letter in Sunday's Char lotte Observer irom Concord. Ref erence is had. of lourse. to the new passenger station which the South ern Railway is preparing i huilrt there. We hail been loohin- for this ever since we not, .1 the fa, t 'bat the Concord folk left the making of plans and specifications entirely to the railroad people. If we are not mistaken in our recollection of mat ters pertaining to this subject, when the Southern officials asketl the Con cord people what kind of a depot they wanted they replied "We'll leave that to you; we feel sure you'll "give us just what we need '' And there is where they made a mistake. The Southern's policy, as evidenced by the new depots she has built, is to build, to take care of present needs only and do it at the very least possible cost. The story under the above caption recites the fact that the plans prepared for the new sta tion call for practically the Bame de pot constructed at Statesville. It is minus sheds and minus steam heat. Concord might just as well drive down a stake right here:, If, they get the passenger station they want and ought to have they've got to light for It with gloves off. LONG STAPLE IX MOORE. Mr. I'. I. PcRraiw, of Ellerbe ! t t:ig, KAper'nientiiiK With Lew i Article With Success. The following item from last Thursday's Rockinham Post will be of interest to many Garette readers, Mr. Pegram being a former Gaston countv man and the Lewis Long Sta ple being a Gaston county product: "Mr. E. L. Pegram, of Ellerbe. was here this week attending court. Mr. Pegram has charge of the Pe gram Farm and Lumber Company's developments in this county. For two years he has been experimenting with the Lewis long staple cotton, and has found that with the proper preparation of soil its output is sui ficient to warrant going Into its growth extensively this year. Mr. Pegram sas the Lewis long staple cotton ginned out about ,'U per cent lint cotton against 4 1 per cent of the torn moil grade, or picks out about no pounds of lint to the acre against .'"( pounds of the other. The seed gins out about equal.' 'This is the third year the com pany has been developing sand hill lands: opening up the new lands as they cut the timber. In 1910 they raised only six bales of the staple lotion, and last year bales. The only two sold of last years crop brought 1 ( and 17 cents. This year the company expects to have near i.'oi acres in cultivation, and will put some hundred or so in the staple cotton." ' How does this weather suit you" asked The Gazette man of Hie Andy Cioniniar a day or two ago "l.etnnie tell you. young man." said Mr. Cloninger. "I've got twelve hun dred pounds of bog meat in my smoke house: I've got butter and chickens and eggs and milk and plenty of wood and. I was aboul to forget. I've got four or live bales of cotton that I don't have to sell just now than- you. so I'm not worryins miph." If every farmer in Gaston county bad meat aplenty in his smoi.e house, corn aplenty in bis rib bay aplenty in bis barn to gether with plenty of poultry, cows and so forth for his own use and a little to spare, the price of cotton wouldn't hurt. A Girl's Wild Midnight Ride. To warn people of a fearful forest fire in the Catskills a young girl rode horsebac k at midnight and saved many lives. Her deed was glorious bui. livs are often saved by Lr King's New Discovery in curing lung trouble, coughs and colds, whicn might have ended in consumption or pneumonia. "It cured me of a dreadful cough and lung disease," writes W. R. Patterson, Wellington. Tex., "after four in our family hid died with consumption, and I gained S7 pounds." Nothing so sure and safe for all throat and lung troubles. Price ,'Oe and $1.00. Trial bottles free. Guaranteed by J. II. Kenned k Co. Miss Minerva and William Green Hill (Copyright, bv Wci.tT A Bntton Co. I CHAPTER XI. Now Riddle Me This. The children were sitting in the swing. Florence Hammer, a little girl whose mother was spending the day at Miss Minerva's, was with them. "Don't you-all wish Santa Claus had his birthday right now 'stead 'o wait ing till Christmas to hang up our stockings?" asked Frances. "Christmas isn't Santa Claus' birth day," corrected Lina. "God was born on Christmas and that's the reason we hang up our stockings." "Yes; It's old Santa's birthday, too," argued Jimmy, " 'cause It's in the Bible and Miss Cecilia 'splained it to me and she 'bout the dandiest 'splainer they is." "Which yoti'all like the best: God or Doctor Sanford or Santa Claus?" asked Florence. "I like God 'nother sight better'n I do anybody," declared Jimmy, " "cause He so forgivingsorr.e. He's 'bout the forgivingest person they is. Santa Claus can't let you go to Heaven nor Doctor Sanford neither, nor our papas and mamas nor Miss Minerva. Now wouldn't we be in a pretty fix if we had to 'pend on Doctor Sanford or Santa Claus to forgive you every time you run off or fall down and bust your breeches. Naw; gimme God ev'y time." "I like Santa Claus the best." de clared Frances, "'cause he isn't fr ever getting in your way, and hasn't any castor oil like Doctor Sanford, and you don't f'rever have to be tell ing him you're sorry you did what you did, and he hasn't all time got one eye on you either, like God. and got to follow you 'round And. Santa Claus don't all time say, 'Sheet your eyes and open your mouth'like Doctor Sanford, and poke out your tongue.' " "I like Doctor Sanford the best," said Florence, ' 'cause he's my undo, and tJod and Santa Claus ala't kin to me." By FRANCES BOYD CALHOUN "And the Bible says, 'Love your kin-folks,' Miss Cecilia 'splained" "I use to like my Uncle, Doc' heap better'n what I do now," went on the little girl, heedless of Jimmy's inter ruption, "till I went with daddy to his office one day. And what you reckon that man's got In his office? He 'is got a dead man 'thout no meat nor clo'es on, nothing a tall but Just his bones." "Was he a bant?" asked Billy. "I like the Major best he's got meat on. "Naw; he didn't have no sheet on Just bones," was the reply. "No theet on; no meat on!" chir ruped Billy, glad of the rhyme. "Was he a angel, Florence?" ques tioned Frances. "Naw; he didn't have no harp and no wings neither." "It must have been a skeleton," explained Lina. "And Uncle Doc' Just keep that poor man there and won't let him go tQ Heaven where dead folks b'longs." "I spec' he wasn't a good man 'fore he died and got to go to the Bad place," suggested Frances. "I'll betcher he never asked God to forgive him when he 'ceived his papa and sassed his mama," this from Jimmy, "and Doctor Sanford's just a-keeping old Satan from petting him to toast on a pitchfork." "I hope they'll have a Christmas tree at Sunday-School next Christ mas." said Frances, harking back, "and I hope I'll got a heap o' things like I did last Christmas. Poor little Tommy Knott he's so 6keered he wasn't going to get nothing at all on the tree so he got him a great, big, red apple an' he wrote on a piece o' paper 'From Tommy Knott to Tommy Knott,' and tied it to the apple and put it on the tree for hi'self." "Let's ask riddle s." suggested Lina. "All right," shouted Frances, "I'm going to ask the first." "Naw ; you ain't neither," objected Jimmy. "You all time got to ask the first riddle. I'm going to ask the first one " 'Bound as a bisc uit, busy as a bee. Prettiest little thing you ever did see?' 'A watch.' "'Humpty Dumpty set on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, All the king's horses and all the king's men. Can't put Humpty Dumpty back again.' 'A egg.' " 'Round as a ring, deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.' "A well.' " 'House full, yard full, can't ketch ' " "Hush, Jimmy!" cried Lina, in dis gust. "You don't know how to ask riddles. You must n't give the an swers, too. Ask one riddle at a time and let some one else answer it: " 'As I was going through a field of wheat I picked up something good to eat, 'Twas neither fish nor flesh nor bone, I kept it till it ran alone?'" "A snake! A snake!" guessed Flor ence. "That's a easy riddle." "Snake, nothing!" scoffed Jimmy, "you can't eat a snake. 'Sides Lina wouldn't 'a picked up a snake. Is it a little baby rabbit, Lina?" "It was neither fish nor flesh nor bone," she declared; "and a rabbit is flesh and bone." "Then it's boun' to be a apple," was Jimmy's next guess; "that ain't no flesh and blood and it's good to eat." "An apple can't run alone," she triumphantly answered. "Give it up? Well, it was an egg and it hatched to a chicken. Now, Florence, you ask one." "S'pose a man was locked up in a house," she asked, "how'd he get out?" "Clam' outer a winder," guessed Billy. " T wa'n't no winder to the house," she declared. "Crawled out th'oo the chimly, like Santa Claus," was Billy's next guess. " T wa'n't no chim'ly to It. Give it up? Give it up?" the little girl laughed gleefully. "Well, he Just broke out with measles." "It is Billy's time," said Lina, who seemed to bo mistress of ceremonies. "Tabernlcle learnt this here one at school; see if y'all can guess it: 'Tab by had four kittens but Stillshee did n't have none 't all.' " "I don't see no sense a tall in that," argued Jimmy, " 'thout some bad little boys drowned 'em." "Tabby was a cat," explained the other Hoy, "and she had four kittens; and Stillshee was a little girl, and she didn't have no kittens 't all." "What's this," asked Jimmy: '"A man rode 'cross a bridge and Fldo walked?' Had a little dog name' Fi do." "You didn't ask that right; Jimmy," said Lina, "you always get things wrong. The riddle is, 'A man rode across the bridge and Yet he walked,' and the answer is, 'He had a little dog named Yet who walked across the bridge.' " "Well, I'd 'nother sight ruther have a little dog name' Fido," declared Jim my. "I little dog name Yet and a little girl name' Stillshee ain't got no sense a tall to it" "Why should a hangman wear sus penders?" asked Lina. "Ill bet no body can answer that." "To keep his breeches from falling off." triumphantly answered Frances. "No, you goose, a hangman should wear suspenders so that he'd always have a gallows handy." CHAPTER XII. In the House of the Lord. It was a beautiful Sunday morning. The pulpit of the Methodist Church was not occupied bv, its regular pas tor, Brother Johnson. Instead, a trav ellng minister, collecting funds for a church orphanage In Memphis, was the speaker for the day. Miss Miner va rarely missed a service in her own church. She was always on hand at the Love Feast and the Missionary Rally and gave liberally of her means to every cause. She was sitting In her own pew between Billy and Jim my, Mr. and Mrs. Garner having re mained at home. Across the aisle from her sat Frances Black, between her father and mother; two pews in front of her were Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, with Lina on the outside next the aisle. The good Major was there, too; it was the only place he could depend upon for seeing Miss Minerva. The preacher, after an earnest and eloquent discourse from the text, "He will remember the fatherless," closed the big Bible with a bang calculated to wake up any who might be sleep ing. He came down from the pulpit and stood close to his hearers as he made his last pathetic appeal. "My own heart," said he, "goes out to every orphan child, for in the yel low fever epidemic of '78, when but two years old, I lost both father and mother. If there are any little orphan children here today, I should be glad if they would come up to the front and shake hands with me." Now Miss Minerva always faithful ly responded to every proposal made by a preacher; it was a part of her religious conviction. At revivals she was ever a shining, if Bolemn and aus tere, light. When a minister called for all those who wanted to go to Heaven to rise, she was always the first one on her feet. If he asked to see the raised hands of those who were members of the church at the tender age of ten years, Miss Miner va's thin, long arm gave a prompt re sponse. Once when a 1 celebrated evangelist was holding a big pro tracted meeting under canvas In the town and had asked those who had read the book of Hezekiah in the Bible to stand up. Miss Minerva on one side of the big tent and her de voted lover on the other side were among the few who had risen to their feet. She had read the good book frcm cover to cover, from Genesis to Revelation over and over so she thought she had read Hezekiah a score of times. So now, when the preacher called for little orphans to come forward, she leaned down and whispered to her nephew, "Go up to the front, Wil liam, and shake hands with the nice kind preacher." "Wha' fer?" he asked. "I don't want to go up there; ev'ybody here'll look right at me." "Are there no little orphans here?" the minister was saying. "I want to shake the hand of any little child who has had the misfortune to lose its parents." "Go on, William," commanded his aunt. "Go shake hands with the preacher." The little boy again demurred hut. Miss Minerva insisting, he obediently slipped by her and by his chum. Walking gracefully and jauntily up the aisle to the spot where the lec turer was standing by a broad table, he held out his slim, little hand. Jimmy looked at these proceedings of Billy's in astonishment, not com prehending at all. He was rather in dignant that the older boy had not confided in' bim and invited his par ticipation. But Jimmy was not the one to sit calmly by and be ignored when there was anything doing, so he slid awk wardly from the bench before Miss Minerva knew what he was up to. Signaling Frances to follow, he swag gered pompously behind Billy and he, too, held out a short, fat hand to the minister. The speaker smiled benignly down upon them; lifting them up in his arms he stood the little boy3 upon the table. He thought the touching sight of these innocent and tender little orphans would empty the pock ets of the audience. Billy turned red with embarrassment at his conspicu ous position, while Jimmy grinned happily at the amused congregation. Horrified Miss Minerva half rose to her feet, but decided to remain where she was. She was a timid woman and did not know what course she ought to pursue. Besides, she had just caught the Major's smile. "And how long have you been an orphan?" the preacher was asking of Billy. "Ever senca me an Wilkes Booth Lincoln's born," sweetly responded the child. "I "bout the orphantest boy they Is," volunteered Jimmy. Frances, responding to the latters Invitation, had crawled over her fath er's legs before he realised wbat was happening. She, too went smiling if flown the aisle, her stiff white dress standing straight up In the back like a strutting gobbler's tail. She grabbed hold of the man's hand, and was promptly lifted to the table beside the other "orphans." Tears stood In the good preacher's eyes as he turned to the tittering audience and said In a pathetic voice, "Think of it, my friends, this beautiful little girl has no mother." Poor Mrs. Black! A hundred pairs of eyes sought her pew and focused themselves upon the pretty young woman sitting there, red, angry, and shamefaced. Mr. Black was visibly amused and could hardly keep from laughing aloud. ( As Frances passed by the Ham 11 tons' pew in her promenade down the aisle, Mrs. Hamilton leaned across her husband and made an attempt to clutch Lina; but she was too late; already that dignified little "orphan" was gliding with stately, conscious tread to join the others. This was too much for the audience. A few boys laughed out and for the first time the preacher's suspicions were aroused. As he clasped Lina's slender, gnueiul little hand he asked: "And you have no father or mother, little girl?" "Yes, I have, too," she angrily re torted. "My father and mother are sitting right there," and she pointed a slim forefinger to her crimson, em barrassed parents. CHAPTER XIII. Job and Pollie Bumpus. "I never have told a down-right falsehood," said Lina. "Mother taught me how wicked it Is to tell stories Did you ever tell a fib to your mother Frances?" " 'Tain't no use to try to 'ceive my mama," was the reply of the othei little girl; "she's got such gimlet eyes and ears she can tell with 'em shut if you're fibbing. I gave up hope long ago. so I Just go. 'long and tell her the plain gospel truth when she asks me, 'cause I know those gimlet eyes and ears of hers 're going to worm it out o' me somehow." "Grown folks pin you down so close sometimes," 6aid Jimmy, "you bound to 'varicate a little: and I always tell God I'm sorry. I tell my mama th truth 'most all time 'ceptlng wher Bhe asks questions 'bout things ain't none of her business a tall, and she all time want to know 'Who done it? and if I let on it's me, I know she'll wear out all the slippers and hair brushes they is paddling my canoe 'sides switches, so I jus" say 'I do know, 'm' which all time ain't per zactly the truth. You ever tell Mise Minerva stories, Billy?" "Aunt Cindy always says, 'twa'n't no harm 't all to beat "bout the bueb an' try to th'ow folks offer the track 'long as you can, but if it come to the point where you got to tell a out an'-cut. fib, she say for me always to tell the truth, an' I jest nachelly do like she say ever sence I's born," re plied Billy. The children swung awhile in si lence. Presently Jimmy broke the quiet by remarking: "Don't you all feel sorry for old Miss Pollie Bumpus? She live all by herself, and she 'bout a million years old, and Doctor Sanford ain't never brung her no chlllens 'cause she 'ain't got 'er no husban' to be their papa, and she got a octopus in her head, and she poor as a post and deaf as Job's old turkey-hen." "Job's old turkey-hen wasn't deaf," retorted Lina primly; "she was very, very poor and thin." "She was deaf, too," insisted Jim my, " 'cause it's in the Bible. I know all 'bout Job," bragged he. "I know all "bout Job, too," chirped Frances. "Job, nothing!" said Jimmy, with a sneer; "you all time talking 'bout you know all 'bout Job; you 'bout the womanlshest little girl they is. Now I know Job 'cause Miss Cecilia 'splained all 'bout him to me. He's in the Bible and be sold his birth mark for a mess of potatoes and " "You never can get anything right, Jimmy," interrupted Lina; "that was Esau and it was not bis birthmark, it was his birthstone; and be sold his birthstone for a mess of potash." "Yes," agreed Frances; "he saw Esau kissing' Kate and Esau had to sell him his birthstone to keep his mouth shut." "Mother read me all about Job," continued Lina; "he was afflicted with boils and his wife knit him a Job's comforter to wrap around bim, and he" ' "And he sat under a tato Tine," put in Frances eagerly, "what God grew to keep the sun off o' his boils and" "That was Jonah," said Lina, "and it wasn't a potato vine; it was" "No, 't wasn't Jonah neither; Jonah Is inside of a whale's bel " Trances! "8tommick,M Frances corrected her self, "and1 a whale swallow him, and how's he going to sit under a pump kin vine when he's Inside of a whaler "It was not a pumpkin vine, it " "And I'd jus' like to see a man in side of a whale a-setting under a morning-glory vine." "The whale vomicked him up," said Jimmy. . "What sorter thing is a octopus like what y'all say is in Miss Pollie Bum pus's bead?" asked Billy. " 'Tain't a octopus, it's a polypus," explained Frances, " 'cause she's named Miss Pollie. It's a someping that grows in your nose and has to be named what you's named. She's named Miss Pollie and she's got a polypus." "I'm mighty glad my mama ain't got no Eva-pus in her head," waa Jimmy's comment. "Ain't you glad, Billy, your Aunt Minerva ain't got no Miss Minerva-pus?" "I sho' is," fervently replied Miss Minerva's nephew; "she's hard 'nough to manage now like she is." "I'm awful good to Miss Pollie," said Frances. "1 take her someping good to tat 'most every day. I took her two pieces of pie this morning; I ate one piece on the way and she gimme the other piece when I got there. 1 jus' don't believe she could et 'long at all 'thout me to carry her the good things to eat that my mama send her; I takes her pies all the time; 6he says they're the best smell ing pies she smelt." "You 'bout the pigglest girl they Is," said Jimmy, "all time got to eat up a poor old woman's pies. You'll have a Frances-pus in your stomach Qrst thing you know." "She's got a horn that you talk th'oo," continued the little girl, serene ly contemptuous of Jimmy's adverse criticism, "and 'fore I knew how you talk into it, she says to me one day, 'How's your ma?' and stuck that old born at me; so I put it to my ear, too, and there we set; she got one end of the horn to her ear and I got the other end to my ear; so when I saw this wasn't going to work I took it and blew into it; you-all'd died a laughing to see the way I did. But now I can talk th'oo It's good's any body." "That is an ear trumpet, Frances," said Lina; "It is not a horn." "Let's play 'Hide the Switch,'" sug gested Billy. "I'm going to hide It first," cried Frances. "Naw, you ain't," objected Jimmy, "you all time got to hide the switch first. I'm going to hide it first my self." "No, I'm going to say 'William Com Trimbleton,' " said Frances, "and see who's going to hide it first. Now you all spraddle out your fingers." (TO BE CONTINUED.) MACK AXD MEAD. The clever team that has been ap pearing at the Rex Theatre In the city for a week, were held over for the first three days of this week. It seems that this team has more than satisfied the hungry public, who have long been suffering for the want of good comedy and real high, class singing. Ed Mack, who styles him self the "Crying Coon," does not misrepresent himself in any way. He is without a doubt the funniest black face comedian that, has ever appear ed before the people here and it Is without fear of doubt or contradic tion that we say that he is as a fa ther to all the comedians that ever played in our city. Billy B. Mead, styling himself the "Classy Singer." is in a class by himself and his pleas ing personality has been a feature it self. Taking the team as one they constitute one of the best acts ever K 1, ...... nnJ .1 i'rr n uri r auu e tauuui iiuu wui us a i at our command to express the praiseJ ana merit tnat tne rigntruwy deserve. Get a Gazette dinner set free. There is more Catarrh in this sec tion of the country than all other diseases put together, and until the last few years was supposed to be in curable. For a great many years doctors pronounced it a local disease and prescribed local remedies, and by constantly failing to cure with lo cal treatment, pronounced it incura ble. Science has proven catarrh to be a constitutional disease and therefore requires constitutional treatment. Hall's Catarrh Cure, manufactured by F. J. Cheney & Co.. Toledo, Ohio, is the only ' constltu-V"' uuuai v til iu i u utai ncv. J I IS la l ken internally in doses from 10 drops j to a teaspoonful. It acts directly on tne blood aad mucous surfaces - of the system. They offer one hun dred dollars for any case it fails to cure. Send -for circulars and testi monials. ' Address: F. J. CHENEY &' CO.. Toledo, Ohio. Sold by Druggists, 75c. -. Take Hall's Family Pills for con stipation. ." J
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