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VOLUME I.
ZEBULON, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1889.
Meadoxct of Rett.
I remember the beautiful meadows
And tbelr sweet streams purling clear,
With flowers besprent, where my young
days were spent,
Where the birds their nurslings rear.
I was sheltered then in the dear home nest,
Whero ray feet turned oft to tho meadows
of rest.
I remember a grave in those meadows,
Whero slumbered a laughing-eyed boy,
Death found him at play, he lured him
away.
And with him went half our joy.
We molded the turf that his feet had
pressed.
And kept hia grave green in tho meadows
of rest
I remember a silver-haired father,
Who walked by the river wave
To watch tho reeds grow, or the sweet
waters flow,
Or to muse by that little grave.
He has passed long ago to the place he loved
best
To the infinite peace of God’s meadows of
rest
I wonder if green are those meadows,
If purling and clear are the streams,
If the moon shines as bright, if tho stars give
such light
As they did in my youth’s happy dreams.
O, angel of destiny, heed my request:
Give me back, give mo back my dear mead
ows of rest
—[Mrs. M. L. Ray no, in Free Press.
A NUMBER ONE.
BY PATIENCE STAFl/STON.
O.i a weather-beaten board, supported
by a creaking iron rod, hung the sign,
“Soles Sivod Here,” which Breckin
ridge thought so exceedingly iuany
that it never ceased to attract custom
and comment. Jt had been there ton
years, since Jonathan Mender came
into the littlo town in tho Rockies and
bought out the shoe-repairing business
of Caleb Binn.
Mender on this June afternoon sat in
tho door of hi) shop, repairing a small
and extremely shabby shoe. He was a
short, stubby man, with twinkling eyes
behind spectacles, and a shock of gray
hair standing straight up from his fore
head.
Down the trail from Red Mountain,
as the afternoon shadows grew long,
and ni ht came creeping under the
evergreens, galloped a lean broncho at
a headlong gait. His rider, a big
bearded minor, glanced around under
his bushy eye-brows, and now and then
gave a grunt of satisfaction.
“The old placo don’t seo you on
more, Bill,” ho muttered, as the bron
cho panted up a short inclino, “fur
you've struck it rich, as a certified
check iur 'way up in tho thousands kin
testily.”
He galloped into Breckinridge, loft
his broncho at tho hotel and went along
to the shoe shop,
“Same old sign," he smiled.
“Ev’nin’, Mender."
“Hullo, Bill; thought you was dead.
Ain’t seen you theso three years. Same
butei, too, I maid. Wal, I alius dona
good work."
“You did; but just clap a patch on
this ono whilst I wait; fur I ain’t a goin’
to torture myself of I hev struck it
rich. My icet is liable to swell in tlio
keers. I’ll leave ye an order, too. Men
der, for butes is good ernuff with me.
No loco shoes liko a juie."
“Who you roped ia on tho mine,
Bill?”
“No ono: they’ll double what thoy
give me—throe hundred thousand—but
I ain’t no hog; I know when 1 ’vo got
enough.”
“Few does,” muttered Monder, wax
ing his thread.
The minor looked around- tho shop;
then his eye fell on that shabby little
shoe.
“Beats all what sawed off foot wim
raon bos, though I ain't mentioning
Norwuiguna.”
“Tho Lord made ’em so.”
“Prob'iy. An'this now,” (turning
tho shoe over in hi) big hand) “ia a
gal’s, not a growod woman’s?”
“Ail of twenty-eight: quite a yarn
about that, too. Throe years ago I was
sottia’ here betweonst day and dark,
when my door busts open an' in runs
what I took to be a gal, but afterward
gee was a littlo rnito of a growod wo
man, with bright, bird-liko cyos and
curly hair. ‘Them miners is a follotin’
me,’ she criea, drops intor tbot cheer,
an’ faints dead away."
“Gosh, this very cheer?” echoed Bill,
ia an awe-stricken tone.
“Same—sot right there. I opens tho
door, ‘B’ys,’ I says, ‘I've got tho drop
on ye, an’ it's a shame to act like that,
an’—git,' which they done, au’ I went
back an’ give her water, an’ she como
to an’ jest kitched my han’ up an’
kissed it.”
“Lord!” criod tho miner.
“An’ it wasn’t ovor-cloan, fur mendin’
ain’t over-pertikler wurk. Wal, sho
hadn't no frens, an’ was como hero to
settle, an’ bein’ weak an' hystoricky, I
took her home to Bister Jane. ‘'Pears
to me,’ she says to Jane, ‘all tho
troubles of my life is bin caused by
men.’”
“They be onnery," said the miner,
sympathetically.
“We kep’ her a week, an’ then she
wentto wurk sewin’, an’ insisted on
payin’ hor board, aod made Jano tho
trimmest gawas an’ caps, and ma a
drossin’-gown like I was a female. I
wonrs it to ploaso her, but I alius feels
I looks like ouo ol them old patriarks
In’t. Wo never arsked her hlst’ry, but
Jano sed sho was bruised from blows,
an’ I see sho trained her protty turls
over a scarco healed scar ou her fore
head. I culo’lated she was ono of them
thoroughbreds what will stan’ onny
amount of drivin’, but it’s a smash an
a runaway if you hit ’em.”
“There’s some mon as ought to be
shot on sight,’’ muttered tho minor.
“An’ thet shoo was horn?’
“Yeah, an’ I’ve got to keor fur hor
so much thet I’ve alius been glad 1 was
here ’atid or Caleb; ho wa’n’t never
neighborly. Whon I como horo I says,
•I’ll give yo fifteen dollars fur tho
place.’ Says he, ‘Take it for fourteen
an’a harf.’ ‘Why!’said I. ‘Did you,’
says he, ‘ever know a man wot becomo
a sewer fur gab? Wal, look at me.
Ev’ry crank as has breath ornuff tor git
up the bank comes in an’ talks to mo;
ev’ry bummer who kin walk staggors in
an’ vents bis rum-soaked remarks on
mo; ev’ry sunbuanited or shawl-headed
femalo woman comes to tell me hor
troubles with tho old man or tho neigh
bors.’ ‘Wal,’’ I says, ‘it’s comp’ny?’
‘Yah, I hato ’em,’ growls he. ‘Know
where I’m going, not you. You’re tho
kind as tells about a gal you loved,
named Sairy, wot died fi.ty year ago,
Wal, I’m goin’ to be a sheep-herder,
whero I wunt seo ono of human kind
fur months on a stretch, an’ whero I
kin go bare-footod the year ’round.!
80 he goes an’ I stays.”
“When I was in Arizony," said the
miner, laying the shoo down, with a
sigh, “1 boar lod to the iiouso of a
littlo woman as could a- wore thorn
shoes. The vittlos was awful. Some
of the biscuits would a took a blast to
open ’em, ’an the pies might asolod
them Lutes, but she wa’n’t but a young
thing, ’an hor husband was tho ounori
est.”
“They alius hes thet name in them
cases,” suggested Mender, slyly,
“This wa’n’t no casos. He never
koerod, only that tho wurk was
dono, but I did,”—tho minor’s f .co sad
dened— “an’ Isold out as good a team
ing business as you Wer soo.”
“’Count o’ poplcr sont’raont, I
spore?”
“New, ih ure', '.j'loor tilings io «
man's life; an’ ef I’d stayed Td a killed
her husband, an’ that wou d a bin no
way to git her aff ietiou, an’ wouldn’ta
looked fair. Them's my morel). Sho
was his wifo an’ a good woman. Isold
out tho biz at a dead loss,’! (with a
sigh) “an’ 1 just wirht her timo o’ day
an’ run off like a coward. I starved up
hero fur ton years, an’ I wau't ploasod
with myself neither whon a toiler from
Fairplay told mo ho heerod sho an'.him
was awful poor, an’ sho was the wust
abusod woman ha over soo.”
It was quite dark in tho little shop
now, and Mender lit hit lamp, leaning
low to hit bench to soo in tho light. A
lean cat'came purring out of a corner,
and the miner tilted back his chair.
“An’ mo, with all my money, can’t
make that poor little soul comforbie,”
ho sighed.
There was a sound of quick footsteps
outside, something likis tho clatter of
slippers down at tho hool, then tho
latch clicked.
“Ain’t dono, Nelly,” called tho old
man. “I’ll wait and fiiiLh’em; thoy’ro
purty far gone.’’
There was no answer, only a sort of
gasp and a smothered exclamation from
the minor, who brought hi) chair down
with a jerk. The old mau looked at
them.
“I calc’late you two is’.quaintod,” he
grinned.
Bill had forgotten his ono stocking
foot, even his stern morality, and she,
that littlo, ttrin creature, with hor
white, worn face, her sad, tearless cyos,
was looking at him so wistfully, so
yearningly that ho must havo known
sho had not needed his telling hor that
ho cared for hor boforo he ran away. A
quick suspicion flashed through his
mind. Sho loved him, and hal como
to Colorado to find him those-threo
years back. S’-ill his lips had to utter
tho name in his heart so long.
“Nolly !” ho criod, with a sob; and
she— she put out her hands like a sleep
walker; thon, with a low cry, sho ran
to him and hid hor face on his breast.
Still ho did not touch her as she clung
to him, weeping passionately.
“It aren’t right,” he muttered,
hoarsely. “I sod Dover should you be
as you is now, till it wero. You an’ mo
has seen camps, an’ knows what wrong
love i).”
She only clung closer, such a child
like thing, in hor shabby black gown,
with her short littlo onrls, and hor tiny
hand clutching hia arm.
“I tell you," he cried, passionately,
“onsa my arms meet around you, I shall
nover let you go.”
“Wal, you needn’t,” said Monder,
dryly; but thero were tears in hi) old
eyes. You needn’t, Bill—she’* a wil
der.”
“It's only since this mornin’ ” ho
continued, as the b-g arms inclosed tho
tiny figure, at it's proper,
I calc'late. !? ic’d run away
from him, but ho tre-cked her; six weeks
ago he como ia whed wo was gatin’ sap-
per, an’ Jane hovo the teapot at him.
Vi’lonco wa’n’t no use; ho took Nolly
an’ her savin’s, an’ was jest a-goin’ to
leavo town arter losiu’ ail she hod, an’
draggin’ hor along, whon the altiludo
kitched him. I calc' late this placo is
too nigh heaven fur a ereepiu’ cuss liko
thet to crawl. I was a mendin’ that
shoe for his wilder to wear to the fun
oral."
“I knowed no woman but hor could
woat’om," cried Bill, holding tho shoo
reverently, “an’ it shall bo sot In gold
outer my mine.”
“It’s a milo too big,” she said, very
blushing and ahy, “an’ is so horrid.’’
“Ncvor heerod a woman but aod thorn
very words,” grinned Mender, beaming
on them. “Now, Bill, youtn’s done, an’
lerame stick a patch on that ono, Nolly,
fur you don’t wantorbe a crookin’ round
in now ones to tho funorcl, like you was
too glad to git him piarnted. 1 '
The next afternoon, whon the twi
light shadows woro falling, Jonathan
Meador stood in his shop door and
watched tho train creep mtlos above on
the mountain on its way to Donvor.
“Purty rapid this wostorn country,”
ho soliloquiz 'd, jingling the coins in
his pocket. “Wo never miss no timo;
but there ain’t many small wimmen like
Nolly as kin bury ono husband in the
loronoon an’ git married to tho second
in the nrtornoon, an’ I guess Bill don’t
know the mate to that littlo shoo he’s
got stowed away is ovor on my sholi
as a memontomory that little number
ona—the smallest fur wimmon-kind as
ovor lace.’—[Once a Week.
The Key of the Nile.
Ono of the strangest facts in that land
or marvels, Central Africa, is the power
which tho dwollers on tho head waters
of the Nile liavo ovor tho people who
live along its lowor course. Tho very
existence of tho Egyptians depends
largely upon tho annual ovorflow of tho
ancient river, which alono fertilizes
their fields. This year tho fi iod has
been much loss than usual, and it is
supposed that tho followers of E. M dtdi,
far up the river at Khartoum, havo
diverted a part of the stream into tho
sandy doserts. Sir Samuel B ikor,
English explorer, says it would bo
sible, by damming tho Nile at
point, to turn it entiroly into tho
Sea, and leave Egypt to starve.
Nor is tho Madhi tho only
who possesses thir power. According
to Mr. Stanley, Victoria Nyanzi, tho
grout lake from which tho stream of
the Nile issues is on a plateau liko an
inverted basin, and could bo mado
tricklo ovor nt almost any point. In
nine months tho King of Uganda could,
if ho ploasod, make the Nile run dry
draining the lake to tho westward.
It mmt bo an unpleasant reflection
for the Egyptian farmor to know that
his only water supply is liable to bo
lurnod off at any time.—[Argosy.
Stx Versons aud 200,000 Goat s,
Tho Guadeloupe island, which lies to
the west of tho southorn extromity of
tho International Company’s grant, is at
present inhabited by only six persons—
lour mon, ono woman and ono young
girl. They wero landol thero fourteen
months ago by tho sloop Liberty, Capt.
Behan, and ever Biace have been on
gaged in killing tho goats, of which
animals there aro computed to bo some
300,000 on tho island, and tho preserva
tion of tho skins, Whon tho last
vessel visited tho island about 300 thor
oughbred Angora bucks were landed
and turned loose, in tho hopo of im
proving tho brood of tho native spo
cios. Besides being the homo of such
a large family of goats, tho island
claims attontion as being a landmark
which appear) to break tho progress of
a cold current of water which strikes it
from tho north. In this current at dif
ferent seasons of tho year thouiands oj
seal and sea lions find their way to the
shores of the Hand and nro captured.
A Millions-Dollar House.
Tho Schloss of Polosch, near Sinaia,
whero tho Princ) of Wnlos has boon
staying, is the favorite residence of the
Kings and Queens of Roumanin, says
tho London World, and it was only
completed about two yoars ag-, having
altogether cost upward) of $1 000 , 000 .
The home, which is ofr d brick, is
in tho French- Gothic style, with tur
rets, gablos and vcrandai. It is lighted
by electricity, and was furnished from
tho principal capital) of Europe, and
decorated by a regiment of workpeople
from Pari), One suite of rooms is
furnished aud adorned in pure Turkish
fashion.
Tho grounds, laid out in terracos, slop*
to tho river, and tho scenery all around
is magnificent, the houso being built on
a plateau, with tho Carpathian Moun
tains behind and on both sides, covored
for miles with pine and bcoch forests,
and a romantic vaitey ia front, The
forests round Sinaia swarm with game.
Me Got It.
She was after a passport.
“How old are you, madam?’*
“A woman is only as old as she looks,
know.”
“Put the lady down as fifty, Goorga.”
“You horrid thing! I’m not fifty
only thirty- tout’’-— [Bazar.
NUMBER 11.
FRONTIER HOTELS.
Dinner-time Scenes in a Rough
and-Ready Mining Town.
Table Etiquette In Pretentious
ly-named Hotels.
It is not generally known, perhaps,
that tho casual visitor to a mining town
may take his choice, whon tho mid-day
dinner hour arrives, from a positively
staitling array of famous hostclries. Ho
may, if lie will, tuck his attenuate sil
ver-knobbed umbrella under his arm,
thrust his moncclo into his left eye,
turn up his LonJon-mado trousers, and
stroll down the main stroet undecided
whethor to bestow his patronage upon
Dolmonico’s, the Cafe Brunswick, tho
M iison Dorco, Parker’s or tho Filth
Avenue. Ho is likely to seo all of them
if ho passes in review tho entire list.
It is quite immaterial upon
which establishment his ehoico finally
falls. If ho olects to associate with tho
uppor classes ho may probably decide
to pay sevonty-livo conts or a dollar for
his repast, or ho may economizo to the
extent of a quarter of a dollar and dine
for fifty coats at some comparatively
unfashionable resort. In either event
ho is likely to sit betwoon flannel-clad
persons with tho stain of gold-bearing
mud upon their garments, Blouch hats
upon their ho :d), and an inexhaustible
supply of rough-and-ready Saxon in
their speech.
In the higher priced establishments,
patroniz'd by onginoers, superintend
ents and transient capitalists, a portion
ol tho guests may see fit to roniovj their
hats whilo seated, but, as in tho British
House of Commons, it is not considered
particularly good form to do so.
One experience of a promenade on
habit, as it wore, on tho way to tho
principal thoroughfare, is enough to
send a sensitive soul to tho nearest
placo where lie can procure a pair of
miner’s boots wherein to conceal the
lower portion of his trousers, a ielt hat
and some kind of a coat not conspicuous
for its fashionable tut. Then when
clad moro in accordance with local
stylo ho is tolorauly cortain to come in
for a hare of good-natured guying on
tho port of miners oil duty; but if ho is
possessed Of a fur share ol taut and a
goodly stock of dark-huod but inex
.
pensive cigar-, brought from the Esst
lor gratuitous distribution, ho will soon
fi id himseii treated with merited con
iidi ration.
TVliou tho twelvo-o' clock whistle blows
at iho stamping-mill the “day shift”
chceriuily throws down its tools and
makes a ruih on masse for tho hotol
ccutrcB, whence promptly upon tho
stroko of twelve there arise a clanging
of bells, a tooting of horns, a tinkling
ol triangles, stentorian oral invitations
to dine, and ia short all tho devices for
attracting attention and consequent
ducats that tho ingenuity or the ra
sourc s of tho proprietor can com
maud.
In view of tho necessarily limited ta
ble room, promptness and energy aro at
a premium during thi fir.t mii.utos of
the dinner hour, for your miner likes to
enjoy his smoke, and mayhap his grog,
l oforo going to his afternoon work, and
(horo is a < hoice of soats. Often thoro
is a deal of good-natured horse-play ia
tho opening scrnmblo, but it is rare
that anything soriou 3 ensues, though
thoro aro plonty of deadly weapons
openly worn in almost any of tho table
groups that one miy soo.
A considerable proportion of tho
miners prefer to koop bachelors' hall,
and enjoy the select socioty of thoir
own cabins; but in general some kind
oi a combination is eventually formed
whereby the services of a cook are
secured, and under proper management
such “messes” aro usually more satii
factorily served that at such rival
hotels as are afforded by the average
mining town in its rudimentary stages
of development. — [Harper's Weekly.
Veteran Government Clerks.
Tho career ol a government clerk is
fairly typifi d in tho case of Jainos
Evelctli, tho veteran of the W rr De
partment. Hi began working for tho
Unite I States in 1829 at $900 ft year. In
1830 ho was given $1000 a year;in 1850,
$1,350 a year; from 1851 to 1853 he
was paid $1,500 a d tho next year was
promoted to $1,000. In 1804 ho was
giv n $1,800, and in 1885, on account
of advancing age, was re iuced to $ 1 , 000 .
Thero ho is now at about 80 yoars of
ago and there he will die, unless, ho
lives long enough to -uffir further re
ductions. Appointment C.erk Smith, of
the Treasury, toll) mo ho has on his
rolls mno men over 70, tho oldost being
Hiram Pitt), born in 1803, Richaid
White, aged 70, ha) spont 53 yoars of
his li:e in th Department. John Love
joy worked 40 years ia the Treasury,
with but 41 days lost time. A few of
the old einployos in the various depart
ments are virtually on the retired list,
by consent drawing full pay. Two or
three of them have their salaries sent to
them, and do not visit their desks onco
a year. There is no warrant in law for
thb, but who car*#* ^{PbiU4oIjibia
News,
TIE OFFICIAL OIM
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PIKE COUNTY,
SUBSCRIPTION, *1.00 PER ANNUM.
Catching Quail in Net a.
A correspondent of tho Forest and
Stream writos from tho island of Ana*
capri, iu tho Mediterranean S oa:
When tho quail first nrrivo l tills son*
son nets wero in readiness, but tho
birds carao very straggling. Every
conceivable spot on the odgo of the
island was occupiod, giving it tho
oppoaranco of being fonccd in. Thcso
nets are from nino to ton motors high,
tho higher tho better, with rings on
their Bides, through which good
sizod cords aro run. Tlieso are
securoly fastenod ou tho tops of
immenso high polos, and whon the
wind is not too strong are kept contin.
ually Bpread, otherwise they are un
fastened and run down liko a sail or a
curtain. Those nets ore contrived in
such a manner as to form a kind of
sack, by leaving it in folds, or having
a piece addod to it, so at every interval
of perhaps a meter or meter and a half
comes ono of thoso bags. Tho poor,
unwary birds como flying, wearied and
fatigued from their trip over tho son, ou
in full force, strike against tho fence
(no better name can I find for theso
nets, encircling tbo island as thoy do),
fall into tho bag, bocomo entangle!,
and are immediately pounced upon by
the greedy islanders. Sometimes, not
often, after a lucky struggle, a bird
frees itself and clears tho net, but only
to fall a victim to one of tho numerous
hunters with guns standing on the other
side, scattered in all directions and dis
tances from the shore.
From 50,000 to 00,000 quail are sent
away from this island alivo evory year;
how many aro shot is more than I know.
It seems that the ronown of this island
as a quail-hunting placo ii very old, for
I have road that somowhoro about 1780
the quill, dovos and other migra
tory birds wore a sourco of increase to
the revenue. Tho number caught
varied every year, tho greatest catch in
ono day was 13 000 , and during tho
whole time of passage, which does not
last moro than fi.teon days, they never
cau-ht more than 150,000 birds. Capri
hud a bishop who derived the most of
his income from, tho quail, etc., and
from this fact ho was somewhat ir
reverently styled tho Bishop of Quail.
The Mesquite Tree.
The mesquito flourisho) principally
ia Ti-xns SI«ix(v*r,
in soma of the western states. It is ona
of the most useful trco3 that grow.
In general nppearanco the mesquite
very much re<emb!cs the peach ties. It
is larger and taller, but tho lcuVes are
long and narrow liko thoso of the peach
tree, and like it the growth ol the troa
is crooked.
It do’os not boar any such lusciou)
fruit as tho peach tree, and right hero
naturo seems to havo mado a mistnko.
It has, no doubt, boon obsotv.d by the
rendor that boys aro much given to
swinging and playing ir peach treo)
whon tho fruit is ripe, and that this
playfulnet 3 rosults in much loss of fruit
to tho owner of tho orchard.
Now, tho poach troo is not provided
by nature with long, sharp thorns, but
the mosquito is. It is supplied with so
many and so sharp thorns that if tho
peach troo wero simi arly protected tho
fruit would bo safo from the depreda
tions of tho most daring youths.
Tho mesquito treo produces a long,
narrow bean, which, whon ripo, has a
sweetish taste, and is eagerly sought by
cattle, horsos and hogs. It is said to
be tho most fattening food that can bo
given to a horse. As soon as tho beans
nro period! y ripo in tho fall of the year
they drop to tho ground for tho accom
modation of tho animals.
Tho mesquito tree malcos tho best
fuel ia iho world, throwing out intense
heat and producing very littlo smoko.
From the bark of tho mesquito ox
udos a gum which in point of adhesive
ness, is equal to tho best gum arabic,
and which is much sought after by
druggists, Its bark is equal to the
boat oak bark for tannery purposes.
The wood is very hard, and can bo u o 1
to great advantage whon sawed into
docks for stroot paving purposes.—
[Texas Siftings.
Husband Your Income,
Next to tho evil of living beyond ono’s
means is that of spending all ono’s in
come, says Dr. Tulmngo in tho New
York O.iservor. Thoro nro multitudes
who are sailing so near shoro that a
slight wind in tho wrong dirretiou
founders them. They get on well
whilo tho times aro usud and tho wages
promptly paid; but a panic or a short
period of sickness, and they’drop help
less. Many a father has gam with his
family in fine carriages drawa by a spank
ing team till ho camo up to hi) grave;
thon ho lay down, and hi) children havo
got out of tho carriage, and not only
been compelled to walk, but to go bare
foot. Against parsimony aud niggard
linoss I proclaim wnr; bpt with the
same sentence I condemn thoso who
mike a grand splash while they live,
leaving their families in destitution
whon they die. 1
logical.
“Stop that noi)o! Do you want to
deafen us?”
“Yes’m; then you won’t A
noise.”-[Lif< >