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4. . man’s skull Is his life-long jail;
Behind its prison bnr3.
Prom its eye-windows, doth tho soul
Peop nt tho earth and stars;
put unlike jails of wood or stono,
its prisoner ever dwells alono.
H S* ftngh gales through Its front doors perfumed
Aro blown from glens of gladness,
lad through its back doors music strains
Boll in waves of madness,
iud though wo hear and heed each tone,
the prisoner still must dwell alone.
A DAY OF WHOLE THINGS.
l;y MART E. MITCHEI.Ii.
n ’you can sit down
just a moment
till I finish the
buttonholes, then
you can take the
jacket,Miss Flor- right
once; there,
by the window!
U “ U l! vM That barrel-chair
L ain’t so uncomfortable as it looks. I’m
t real mortified you should have to wait
V when I promised it the first thing,but
you see, little Benny Holden is very
low and 1 sat up with him most of the
night, and I suppose I slept too long
when I lay down in the morning.”
“It’s a shame for you to do a
stitch ! v exclaimed Florence, impul¬
sively, a3 she noticed the red, tired
eyes aud the pale face. “Ted doesn’t
really heed tlie jacket to-day.”
“It’s good in you to say that, but
if it ain’t, tho jacket it’s something
else; I can’t afford to lose a wholo
day.” Miss Ferry’s needle flo-^ in
qnd out of the fine, blue cloth. “Your
little brother’ll look real nice in this
suit; he’s a handsome boy, anyway,”
»lic said.
“How do you like my newgown,
Miss Ferry?” asked Florence.
Miss Ferry looked at the girl. The
brjpwn hair waved about the soft face;
the dark eyes sparkled with happy
young life, and the cheeks glowed
with healthful color. The new dress
was simple, dainty and perfectly
^-adapted IJL to the girlish figure.
“It’s sweet!” said Miss Ferry. “It
>joks Slprenife jusf like you.” “Do know
|,'8 laughed. cranin’ni-Srtitishe jqu
a, Very
SF‘I 1,
suppose, now, it’s new—all new
H-nOt made over or anything?” asked
tho little seamstress.
“Why, yes,” replied Floreuce, tlo
amused at the question, 4 4 Why
you ask?”
“Nothing; only I was thinking how
nice that must be. I never bad a new
dress in my life.”
Florence stared at the small, thin
figure. “What do you mean?” she
eaid.
“Just that, dear. I never had a
whole new dre 33 in my 'such life.”
“I never heard of a thing!”
gasued the girl. Florence,
“Very likely not, Mias
Your pa is a rich man and you’re his
only daughter. There were eleven of
us, counting the boys, and little
enough, to feed and clothe us on. Six
girls, and I the youngest. Dresses
were handed down from one to another
till they were all worn out. My gowns
were mostly made of two or three put
together. The children used to call
me ‘Patchwork Quilt.’
“I A remember lemeixiuei one cue juwmu dress iu particu- pnuiu
lar, she went on smilingly. lean
see just how it looked. The skirt was
stripes the waist was in spots and the
sleeves M o! flowered *11 over.
You see, it was made out of Ellens
and Jane’s and Sarah’s. Mother was
real proud of having made me so neat
and comfortable, but I was just mean
£ enough to be ashamed. It make3 me
^■mother feel sorry when I think how hard
worked for us, and we not half
’ appreciating it.”
“Didu’t they ever buy you anything
new?” exclaimed Florence. “I think
they were unkind.”
“No, no, dear child! You don’t nn
derstand. There wasn’t much money
to spend on clothes, I can tell you. I
remember one apron—‘tires,’ we
called them—that was bought on pur
pose for me, and I was proud as
Punch, till it was made up. It was
real pretty, white with narrow blue
stripe, but being a remnant there was
n’t enough togetit all out So mother
put it on a yoke made of a piece of
\ \io-> an old dress of hers—dark brown cal
with a yellow figure. Somehow
fijey > didn’t go together very well!” Miss
Fevi'L. SBut since you’ve grown up,
you must have had new
dVesaes.” .
“No, Miss Florence, never. I’m
forty years old, aud I’ve never had a
new dress. Yon see, Jane got
ried and so did Sarah. Well, Sarah
died aud left me all her clothes. Her '
husband was pretty well off there was j
some real good things amongst them,
Then the other three died here at:
home, thing;, and of course I got all their
except what I gave to Jane.
Jana has a hard time; her husband’s a
dreadful ailing man. Well, I’ve been
wearing out the clothes ever since,
and they ain’t all worn out yet.
‘■It's been lucky for me getting all
those clothes—me having bo much
sickness and not being able to earn
risrht along. But once in a time I
THE PRISONER.
Though past the windows of tho jail
Sweet scenes of solemn splendor,
And through tho doors float hymns o
joy, and tender,
Or dirges deep mirth and
Tho prisoner hears the moan,
But in his jail he dwells alono.
No.lover ever knows the soul
He loves m nil its sweetnoss;
The fullest love, however strong,
Is marred by Incompleteness;
No heart is ever fully known,
Tho prisoner over dwells nloue.
—Sam Walter Foss.
real ungrateful, and think it would be
kind of nice to havo something new
all over—not any scraps or piecings.
There, you must think I’m awful com
plaining!” Miss Ferry! But
“Complaining, yourself real
why don’t you buy a
pretty dress without waiting to use up
all those old things?”
“No, dear,” said Miss Ferry, gen¬
tly, “I need the money for—other
things. There’s bounets, too,” re¬
sumed the little woman, biting off a
needleful of twist. “I guess there are
enough bonnets and trimmings to get
me through my natural life.
“Sometimes I think most every¬
thing in this world is- a patch or a
make-over,” she proceeded, warmed-over “If it
ain’t done-over meat it’s
potatoes; and if it ain’t them it’s a lit¬
tle mess of beaus aud a dab of hash to
be got out of . the way together.
There’s always leavings-over! I don’t
even work at anything real good and
steady. Sometimes it’s mending and
sometimes it’s nursing, and again it’s
buttonholes. But it’s always some¬
thing, thank the Lord! Leavings- fall
over are a heap sight better than
mgs-short!” 4
“Miss Ferry, you said you
afford to lose a whole day’s work.
Don’t you ever a take a holiday?”
“Bless you, Miss Floreuce! I don’t
remember ever being idle a whole
day. -I was going to, though; I was
going to the Baptist picnic last week.
You know they went to Gak Grove, a
veal si sightly place, they tell me,
right ii iiliW by ijgg: .FffL’&Tiiafrfgo lake. I got all ready,
ttisii
her ankle.
“Why did that keep you? She has
a daughter, hasn’t she?”
“Oh, yes; but Bose is young, and
of course wanted "her good time. I
saw she was terribly disappointed, so
I said, ‘I’ll stay with your mother,
Bose,’ and you never saw anybody
more tickled. There, Miss Florence,
there’s the jacket, and you tell your
ma I hope it’ll suit. It’s been a real
refreshment to see you, aud I hope
you, won’t think I’m cross and nn
grateful, complaining as I have!”
Florence stooped over the little
woman with a sudden impulse,
“There’s a whole kiss all for your
self,” she said.
Miss Ferry’s thin cheek flushed un
del- the unwonted caress. “Bless her
kind heart!” she said, as she patched
the girl’s light figure go down the
path. “I declare, I’m fairly ashamed
of having run on so about myself. It
was real grumbling. I don’t believe I’d
have done it if I hadn’t been so worn
out sitting up, and then being disap
pointed about that benrietta. Well,
Jane v needs the money f, more than I do
the dress—pool gul!
Florence Heath walked slowly along
the elm-shaded street, thinking of
Miss Ferry The ... ™ M and
Jiot and the load dusty. Ooionel
Heath’s lawn stretched smooth and in
viting. As Florence turned toward
the house, one of her little brothers
came rattling down the broad drive in
his shining cart behind his pony.
The big mansion, which stood back
on the top of the slope, looked cool
and restful with its wide piazzas and
gay awnings.
“Never anything new or whole,
and I never had anything else’’"
thought the girl.
Florence found her mother on one
of the piazzas, swinging slowly to and
fro in a willow chair.
“What is it, dear? You look
tired. It was too warm a walk lor
you. You should have let James
drive yon down. ”
“Mamma I have everything and
Miss Ferry has nothing. Why is it?”
said. Florence, as she threw herself
into a hammock.
“That’s a pretty hard- question to
answer all at once,” responded Mrs.
Heath, with a smile. “Tell me about
it, dear.”
Florence told her story. “I don’t
think I ever knew,” she concluded,
“just the difference there is between
my life and some other people’s. Oh,
I suppose I knew, but I never saw it
so clearly. It doesn’t seem right at
all!” '
*
Mrs. Heath watched her daughter’s
face. “One can always share,” she
suggested.
Florence was silent a moment;
then she said: “I’d like to give Miss
Ferry one good, whole day!”
“Miss Ferry might have whole
things if she didn’t share, Florence,
She has a sort of shiftless sister in
Greenville whom she helps a great
deal. I suspect the larger part of her
‘To thins own self be true, and it will follow, as <fty, thou caus’t not then be false to any man. ”
LINCOLNTON, GA.. THCttS DAY, APRIL 6, 1899.
earnings goes there. She helped
those poor Larkinses and made
clothes for the children, and she is
always going where there is sickness.
I don’t know of anyone who does
much good in a quiet way and with so
little means, as Miss Ferry.” the^|d|
Florence sprang out of
mock, and left, scattering went the to soft her pillodj^H mor^^H
over
kissed her. >, ■ .
“I think I’ll try a •
ing business myself!” ■
went iuto the house.
The phoebe-bird uttered its plain¬
tive note in the horse-chestnut tree
close to tho window aud woke Miss
Ferry from a sound morning nap.
“Mercy!” she exclaimed, as she
looked at the loud-ticking timepiece
which adorned her mantel-shelf.
“Five o’clock! I’m getting into a
dreadful habit of sleeping late. It’s
mortal lazy, and a sinful waste of
time, but somehow I ain’t so spry as
I used to bo.”
She flung open the green blinds
and let in tho radiance of the early
morning. The sun had risen into a
blue aud cloudless sky. Tho feathery
tree tops stirred in the gentle breeze,
and flower-scents and bird-voices
filled the air. It was just the morn
mg to fill one’s heart with a pleasant
premonition of coming good.
“I feel as if something nice was go¬
ing to happen!” said Miss Ferry to
herself, as sho looked out into tho
beautiful, fresh world. “But there!
What am I thinking of? Jt’ll be
buttonholes, or maybe Jane’ll want
me to tend Willie through one of his
colic spells!” Miss Ferry
Breakfast over, sat
down in her little sewing chair and
took up her work; but for some rea¬
son the needle would not go, and her
thoughts would wander far from tho
little garment she was fashioning.
She was gazing at the swaying elm
tops, and her work had fallen from
her hands, when a rousing rap at the
door" started her into the conscious
ness of the present. she
“Good laud! What’s come?”
exclaimed, springing up, to find that
it was only Colonel Heath’s coachman
with a bundle.
“The work Mrs. Heath promised
me.” thought Miss Ferry, as she laid
the big parcel on the old lounge. “I
don’t believe I’ll open it now; some¬
how I don’t want to see more work to
’ 'fn a moment^ .’owavei* otVeBShged'
her mind. “Mrs. Heath’s real good
to me; maybe it’s something she wants
done right up;” and she proceeded to
undo the numerous wrappings.
“Seems to me it’s done up mighty
careful for just being sent down here.
What under the sun is it, anyway?”
she said aloud, as she took off the
cover of the long pasteboard blue dress, box and all
unfolded a pretty dark
made and finished.
“Something Miss Florence wants
altered, I guess. It’s too small for
Mrs. Heath. Here’s the directions,”
she continued, as an envelope fell from
the folds of the skirt.
As she read, her thin face flushed
and she laid the note down with a
gasp. “Oh, I can’t! And after all
I’ve said to her!” she whispered. Then
she read it again.
^ r( iVrrv—t was in the made citv ves
tftr(lay ful d saw this dress, which mo
think of you. I thought that as you wore
so busy taking stitches for other people,
a \Tmado up? andl thinkitwill
y0Ut will you accept it with ray love?
Please don’t mind my sending it, dear Miss
Ferry, for you share so much with others
ybumustletotheissharewithyousome
times.
Mamma wishes me to ask you if you will
come and spend this beautiful day with us.
1. «•»«»••»»
pleasure to have you with us. Please come
aud wear the new dress. James will call
for you at eleven. Yours very trulyy
lobe.
“The good Lord bless her!” saia
Miss Ferry, with- a little sob. “It
seems as if I couldn’t take^so much
from any one, but it wouldbedown
right ungrateful not to.” And then
the joy of possession entered into her
soul.
She examined the dress with the ap
predation of a skilled seamstress.
“Just see those silk facings; and it’s
finished elegantly. I never expected
to live to see this day. And after all
my complaining, too! I ain’t deserv-
ing! But, oh, even Miss Florence
can’t know what it means to me
have a new dress!”
Promtly at eleven James impres-s
give in dark blue livery and shining
buttons, helped the fluttering little
woman, in her trim new suit, into the
soft-cushioned carriage. «
I am not going to describe _ the we!
come Miss Ferry received at the
Heaths’ nor the long day of delight
she passed in that beautiful home,
It is needless to say that the dainty
lunch bore no suggestions of being
warmed over, aud that beans and hash
played no part in the elaborate dinner ,
like unto none that Miss Ferry had
ever fbefore lasted. It was such a
satisfaction to rise from the table with
a feeling of luxurious leisure! Not
even her kind hostess could appreciate
what it meant to the little woman to
leave the dining-room with no thought
of unwashed dishes on her mind.
After lunch came the drive. The
roomy victoria rolled over the roads
with delightful ease, and the sleek
horses, that tossed their heads and
| shook their glossy manes, bore their
lofiralon tgAy^ir along at a pace that was pleasure
ir well-exercised limbs. They
Hpbi hrough i fragrant pleasant breath of wood the roads, pines
balm to Miss Ferry’s tired
Tlmy drove by tho beach
! bay, and the sea sparkled and
^befi Imei [before ed to them. Miss Ferry * that the
fcor world was never so bright
|h and a clear as it was that af
»■ She ! lay back in rapt enjoy
!"iandoning herself would to the pres- less
m bwing that buttonnoles seams not be
nous and so
nightmare when lightened by
the memories of that drive.
When the long day was over and
Miss Ferry bade the Heaths good by,
she tried to make plain a little of her
gratitude. day of whole things I
Fit’s the first
ever had,” said she. “You can’t quite
guess what that means to me, who
haven’t had anything but pieces and
patches before;” aud then she was
driven away, smiling through happy
tears.
-“Well,” said Florence, standing
out in the moonlight and watching the
carriage roll slowly down the drive,
“what fun it was! I thought I was
the one who was to do the giving, but
I declare, I’ve got lots more than I've
given. It’s been a day of whole
things to me, too—a whole day of
good happiness.”—Youth’s Com
panion.
WASHINGTON’S NATAL DAY.
Pale ts tho February sky,
And brief the mid-day’s sunny hours,
The wiud-swept forest seems to sigh
.For the sweet time of leaves and flowers.
Yet has no month a prouder day,
Not even when tho summer broods
O’er meadows in their freslt array,
Or autumn tints tho glowing woods.
For this chill season now again
Brings, in its annua! round, the morn
When, greatest of the sons of men,
Our glorious Washington was horn.
Lo, where, beneath an ley shield,
Calmly the mighty Hudson flows!
By snow-olud fell and frozen field,
Broadening, the lordly river goes.
The wildest storm that sweeps throngh
space, oak with sudden force,
And rends the
Can raise no ripple on his face,
Or slacken liis majestic course.
Thus, ’mid tho wreck of thrones shall live,
tlnmarred, undimmed, our hero’s fame,
And years succeeding years shall give
Increase of honors to his name.
—William Cullen Bryant.
V . ^ HUMOR O F jm c -.ftA.Y, ^
' isn’t Maude’s bloomer costumeim
mense?” “I should say so. She
looks a perfect gentleman. " —Philadel¬
phia Bulletin.
Grandmother—“And is John’s new
watch going all right?” His Father—•
“No, mother. It’s gone, long ago!”
—Jewelers’ Weekly.
“Ho has cultivated an extremely
mobile face.” “Well, he ought to.”
“Ought to what?” “Automobile!”—
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
“Was that your-daughter asked I saw you it
last night?” Kip. “No;
was her sister,” replied Keep, absent¬
ly.—Philadelphia North American.
Tho man who never makes mistakes
Should not be boasting too much.
The chances are he is a man
Who never tried to do much.
—Washington Star.
Mrs. Smallcannon—“I see you are
as much of a gallant with the ladies as
ever.” Major Slamjammah—“lndade, with
thatwasalways astrong wakeuess
me.”—Harlem Life.
She—“It has always struck me as a
curious thing that wo don’t hear more
anecdotes about doctors and their pa¬
tients.” He—“You forget, madam,
that dead men tell no tales.”
“Well, I’m surprised to hear that
Hastings has political ambitions.” “1
don’t know that he has.” “But
didn’t you just say that he had begun
studying law?”—Chicago News.
“I have invented something very
useful.” “What is it?” “An alarm
clock letter-box which rings when a
man goes by with a letter in his pocket
to mail for his wife.”—Chicago Rec¬
ord.
><y eSj George,” whispered her the
jnajden. f’ a rosy blush stealing over
swee (. ace _ >-j think I shall be Batis
fle( j Joye in a co ttage. I have al
ways lived in a flat.”—Chicago Tri
t>une.
... ... , burning
but, between you and
I think he is too green to burn ”
“Yes • Ghollie fireproof"flat.’’-Indianapolis mi^ht appropriately be
F
.
Despondent Tremlotv (mournfully)
—“Well, by gosh! This is the irony
of fate for keeps. Here I’ve spent me
last fifty cents ter commit suicide with
gas, an’ I git a room with ’lectrio
lights.”_Judge.
“No man has ever kissed me,” said
Belle. “How about me?” asked Wil
lie. “My statement still holds good,
yon silly boy,” she replied in
non-committal fashion.—Philadelphia j
North American.
---——-— Barest Bird j
The bird j
rarest iu existence is a ;
eertaiu kind of pheasant in Annam. ,
For many years its existence
known only by the fact that its longest,
and most splendid plume was in much ,
request by mandarins for then: head- >
gear A. single skin is worth $400,
a»d the living bird would be priceless,
bnt it soon cues in captivity.
THE MEEEY SIDE OF LIFE.
STORIES TOLD BY THE FUNNY MEN
OF THE PRESS.
Her Defect—In This Busy Age—Trne
Genius—Convincing—Unpronounceable
—With or Without—No Reciprocity—
Squaring Bp—A Business Papa, Etc.
Oh, And the maid wealth I love silky has lutir; fawn-like eyes J
a of
She’s as graceful as Hie gay gnzelio
And sho is passing fair.
Her laugh is like sweet music and
Her presence Is divine; ^
And I am thrilled to even touch
Her little hands with mine.
Ah, she would be perfeotion, but
For one distressing thing—
Like many another foolish girl,
Sho thinks that she can sing.
—Chicago Record,
In Tlile lUtay Ago.
Publisher—“Can you turn out an¬
other book in three weeks?”
Author—“Why so soon?”
“It will never do to let the public
forget you.”—Life.
Convincing.
He—“I assure you, Carrie, I love
you She—“Greater as much as I love myself.”
love than that no
woman could reasonably ask for. You
needn’t say any more, Henry.”—Bos¬
ton Transcript.
Unpronounceable.
Ethel—“Supper is weady, Uncle
John.”
Uncle John—“You mean breakfast,
don’t von, dear?”
Ethel—“ ’Es; but I tan’t say it.”—
Demorest’s Magazine.
True Genius.
Tlie Philistine—“la it true that
genius is only a capacity for taking
pains?” Poet—“No. True genius is the
The
ability to write fly-time poetry in the
middle of winter.”—Indianapolis Jour*
nal.
With or Without.
“With or without?” asked tho bar*
ber, as the customer took his seat
iu the chair.
“Without,” replied the customer. shaved him
Whereupon the barber
Without any conversation.—Chicago
Tribune.
No Time lo Bose.
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“What’s your hurry, Robinson?”
“I’ve got my wife's new bonnet and
I want to get it home before the style
changes.’’^-Chicago Record.
No Reciprocity.
“Hopkins is the meanest man on
earth.”
“Why?” with him this
“I rode downtown
morning and let him tell me all about
his sufferings with the grip, but when
I began to tell mine he got off the car.”
—Chicago Record.
Squaring Up.
Freddie’s Papa—“What do you in¬
tend to do with the hole in that
doughnut when you get all the cake
eaten from around it?”
Freddie (after serious thought)—“I
guess I’ll give it to little sister to pay
far the bite she gimme out of her ap¬
ple.”—Chicago News.
A Business I’apa.
“Young man.” said the young
woman’s father, “yon have boasted
several times that you possessed an
honored name.”
“ires, sir," replied the suitor,
haughtily. inquire what bank it
“Well, may I
will be honored at and for how much?”
—Tit-Bits.
Birdie's .4pnetite*
“Have you met Mr. Woolly, the
Western millionaire?” asked the
sharp-faced young lady,
"Oh, yes,” replied the plump one;
“he took me iu to dinner at Mrs. Hy
tone’s last night. He was quite 8®‘‘
l an *> and remarked upon my bird-like.
appetite.” Well, he’s good
“Indeed, dear! a ostrich
judge. You know he runs an
farm in California.”
h/L h Ar ument
.. T 1 i,o^« L told ” said the foot
ball fiancee “that you 2
*’ ee “^ ed before- belore ’ that tbat I 1 ftm
not the hrsi -
Jder auicUvreLvered vision made
K hm shudder, b bnt it she she quickly recovered
heiself.
And » »* “* .. she lle .
maurt ® ’ L ^ a ^ a tch
L^ LYcWa A vith ^
-ame
semb teams? s emu ago C o PMt *
the The Government tasf general of India ret .tHHBg
crop shows a the deterioratioi^^HH issue of theV|
prospects since
ous report in October last. The
under crop is returned at 13.006.(r^^ cent, less
acres, being about one l»er
than for the previous five years. Only,
in central India Hyderabad and in the docs territory th<"®
of the Nizam of
appear to have been an important It.
crease of area. In the former district,
the increase in area is placed at ulna
per cent, and the yield at 30 per cent.
above that of 380”, and in the latter
the increase in area is 4.6 per cent. In
the rest of tlie country the uncertain¬ S
ty of the season, either an excess or
deficiency of rainfall, affected the pro-*
gress of the plants with consequent
deterioration in the quantity and qual¬
ity of the yield, though over some mi¬
nor areas there is a good showing its
both respects.
Beantr I> Blood Deep.
Clean blood means a clean skin. No
beauty without it. Cascarets, Candy Catlftor*
tic clean your blood and keep it clean, all by
stirring up the lazy liver and driving day im¬
purities from the body. blotches, Begin blackhead*, to to
banish pimples, boils, by taking
and Cascarets,—beauty that sickly bilious for coiqplexion cents. All drug¬
ten
gists, satisfaction guaranteed, 10c, 25c,60c.
A cotton nnff woolen mill will piobably be
estaWlshed at Hie Te ws Btate Penitentiary
at tlie tow n of Itu *lc._
.To Cure A Colrt In One Day. ’
Take Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablet*. AH
Druggists refund monct if it fail* to cure. 25a,
An ordinance *3 before Allentown Coun¬
cils to increase the city loan $18,000 for per¬
manent improvements.__
tro-To-Bac for Fifty Cent*.
Guaranteed tobacco heblt cure, makes wmA
Ben strong, Wood pure. 6Co. 11. Ail druggist*
Mars is an evening star, shining nearly
throughout the night, and is now hv far th*
most interesting of the pianete.
Educate Your Bowels Wiln CsiesMB
Candy Cathartic, cure constipation forever.
I0c,25c. If C. C C. fail, druggists refund mottW
Five thousand children are enrolled la Al¬
lentown's public schools. 8o. 11.
—
“Out of Sight
Oat of Mind
In other months we forget
the harsh winds of Spring.
<But they have their use , as
some say, to blow oat the
bad air accumulated after
Wthfef stomt* f ,Cn*<*irt
*«# 4-W
thaws. There is far more
important accumulation of
badness in the veins and ar¬
teries of humanity, which
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