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VOL. IX.
"UNDER THE BOUGHS OF THE HOLLY TREE."
EY CLIXTOX SCOLLABD.
^'Whither away, O Neil Mac Donald, Bitter the frost upon the moorside,
Whither away so fleet hie ye?” Bitter the frost, but what reeks he.
“I have a tryst to keep, my mother, With his arms about Fiorna
{ Under the boughs of the holly tree.” Under the boughs of the holly tree!
'“Go ye not, O Neil Mac Donald! “What is that .1 hear, beloved?
/ Go ye not, prithee! prithee!” What is that dark shape 1 see?”
/‘I must keep the tryst, my mother, • “You but dream, my Neil Mac Donald,
j Under the boughs of the holly tree.” Under the boughs of the holly tree!”
Over the burn bounds Neil Mae Donald. “He dreams not, your Neil Mac Donald,
fie Through the bracken plunges he; Hark!—the Sister, false as the falsest be.
has won to the purple shadows elan-call of Mae Gregor
Under the boughs of the holly tree. Under the boughs of the holly tree.!
“O my love!” cries Neil Mae Donald; Hark!—the elan-call of Mac Gregor!
“O my love! my love!” cries she; Every man has a weird to dree:
'And their lips are met together He has dreed his, Neil Mae Donald,
Under the boughs of the holly tree. Under the boughs of the holly tree.
—Collier’s Weekly.
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; Maine lies Badge Island. On
it is a little Government light
until a^fshorl time ago kept
by Frank Gray, a widower, with one
child, a little girl of eight. Those who
have read the delightful tale of “Gap
, tain January” may get some knowledge
of the life that this father and daugh
ter led on the rocky little islet. The
■child was her father’s soul and heart,
The mother had died when Catharine,
the little one, was five years old.
.Prank Hiray was loth to give up his
«tft life, forbade . The the'taking cU~cums.tanros to the isi
and of a woman to care for Catharine,
The father would not part with lier
to an institution, and so there in the
bleak spot they lived for many months
■«f the year ttogether, neither seeing
Any other human being.
The child’s playfellows in the sum
mertime were tlio birds of the air. The
island was the homo of thousands of
sea birds, the great gulls and the grace
ful terns. The birds built their nest
all over t he island. It was Catharine’s
delight to watch the great gatherings
■of these feathered sea clans. The birds
grew to know her and to look upon
her simply as one of the natural ob
jeets of their island home. Sflie picked
lier steps as she made her way over
the rocks or through the few grassy
stretches, lest by mishap she tread
upon one of the precious eggs or downy
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WAS LYING DEAD ON THE SANDS.
.young. She called the big birds her
•chickens. She went on occasion to a
■quiet cove and tossed into the water
bits of fish, and then watched the terns
poising in their flight and diving airily
for the food. In the winter Cathar¬
ine’s pets loft. From the first day of
March her face was pressed against
the outside pane of the light watching
for their return. At times on foggy
nights a few bewildered birds would
dash themselves to their death against
■the glass, lured by the light. In the
morning Frank Gray would gather up
the dead birds at the foot of the light
tower and carry them away lest Cath¬
arine, knowing of the tragedies, should
-.jgrieve. When the season's nest making
‘To thine own self be true, and it will follow, as night he day, thou cans’t not then be false to any man. ”
LINCOLNTON, GA , THURSDAY, APRIL 24. 1902.
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nesting sites began, for the sea bird’s
home is at times only the bare rock,
Catharine could tell her friends of an¬
other year from the strangers among
the flock by their fearlessness of her
presence. The child of nature noted
tlie differences of plumage in the birds,
and told their age thereby. Her knowl
edge was that best of all nature knowl
edge born of observation and not of
books.
One day Catharine Gray felt weary.
She did not go as usual to look from
swariaT* cllffg^aytrfrom ^tf’-keaVaa>«i tins
of - soaring gulls. Into her
father’s eyes came an anxious look.
In an hour a signal was swung. It
was answered from another island
nearer the heavy coast line. In twen
ty-four hours’ time a doctor was at
Badge Island. He was too late.
The sun was touching the lenses of
the lamp with a brighter beam than
those they nightly reflected to guide
the mariner when Catharine asked
her father to lift lier up that she might
look through the little mason-elmm
bered window at her “chickens.” The
child saw them in their light flying
battalions hoveriug and sweeping
above the tossing waves. She smiled
and then the light of her eyes failed,
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It vras a white-haired, bent man who
two years ago was still keeping Badge
Island light. His was the loneliest
vigil on the whole Atlantic coast, but
the island in its desolation was not as
lonely as the keepers heart. Cathar
ine’s “chickens” still flocked to tha isl¬
and, and in increasing hundreds. The
mercantile marts of the country were
demanding the plumage of the gulls
aud the terns that it might be used to
deck tile hats of women. From J he
Isaac aud Smith islands of Virginia
to the forbidding cliffs of the Provinces
the plume hunters had followed their
prey, killing ruthlessly and leaving the
fledgling young to die of starvation.
No creature is so quick as a bird to dis¬
cover when it has a haven of rest.
All the gulls and the terns from all
parts of the Maine coast gathered at
Badge Island. The e the plume hunt-,
ers had come, but ti •y hud been driven j
away by the sight o: a. stem-faced man \
patrolling the skor with a rifle on 1
his shoulder.
Many attempts the men harriers
made (luring the mason of 1899 to
carry on their wo k of destruction.
Each one of the t ipusands of birds
that swung in dialing flight about
Badge Island rept?seuted so much
money. Commercia agents from Bos¬
ton and New York were on the main
laud displaying rol s of the tempter
and urging men to f irget their decency
and their manllnessjand go to the work
of the slaughter, There were some
white men in Mai le who attempted
the killing of tli ‘ gulls, but who
stopped when they leard of the deter¬
mination of Frank (Gray to save the
birds, and above all when they learned
the story of Catharine,s “chickens.
There are some Indians in Maine, and
these the tradesmen tempted beyond
their power of resistance.
One day Frank Gray left Badge Isl
and on an imperative, errand. He was
gone six hours. When nearing home
he heard the cries of the gulls and
knew from the tone—for birds have a
language—that there was desolation
above the water. - Then there came
shots. Frank Gray bent to ills oars
and shot Iris boat under the lee of the
island. He dashed tip the rocks into
the lighthouse and grabbed liis rifle.
He made for the north end of the isl¬
and. Below him, just off the beach, he
saw three boats, each containing two
men and the enreassev of hundreds of
birds. Frank Gray leaped from rock to
rock till lie struck the beach. Uatiiar
iue’s “chickens,” what; there were left
of them, were •wheejing and crying
oyer his head. ii&ces
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Gray, Government lighthouse keeper,
was lying dead on the sands. Self-de
fense said a jury whose members had
no souls.
Frank Gray and Catharine Gray are
dead. Catharine's “chickens” are be¬
ing sold to-day in State street, Chicago,
for $2 each.—Edw: rd B. Clark, in the
Chicago Record-Herald.
T lui Bvitish Schoolboy on Animals.
A correspondent who offered prizes
in different schools for essays on kind
ness to animals sends us a few ox
tracts from the papers received:
“There are two kinds of animals, and
:li;y are the quadruped and hyped;
(lie quadruped is lions and tigers and
such like, and the byped is birds.”
“Some people kick the poor dog and
give it no food. Then the poor animal
bites the'first person it comes to, ami
this causes the person to have idiphob
cry. and the animal gets killed. This
is all through the people giving the
animal nothing to eat.
“Animals do not go to church nor
say any prayers. They never sit down
to get their meals, and we do.”
“When the animal dies it is no more
good except for food, but when wo die
we have a ressurection.”—’Westminster
Gazette.
Do.?s In Cold Storage.
A dog that costs $150 is worth taking
care of, and so it is that a number
of canines from the coldest parts of
Russia have been shipped to Mel
bourne, Australia, to await Hie arrival
of the Discovery, bound on a voyage
to tlie ship. This was made necessary
because the dogs are used to a. very
low temperature, and the beat of the
tropics through which they will have
to pass would enervate them and unfit
them for the hard work which is
planned for them. These dogs are
wonderfully well trained and are
strong and willing to drag heavy
sledges over the snow and ice. Their
diet is dried fish.
Consider tiie Ant.
Lord Avebury declares that ants that
maintain their sobriety make a great
distinction in their treatment of the
intoxicated stranger and the fellow
citizen who has succumbed to its
blandishments. He inebriated fifty
ants twentv-five from one nest and
all into the nest irom which , . . one lot , ,
had , , . been taken. , . nn The innabitants . . , .. , at ,
once took the helpless strangers j and ,
threw • i them into . the ., water; , while ,*i,« those
who , citizens fl . of .. the .. nest ,
were were
carried tenderly away into remote cor
ners to recover at leisure.—Cleveland
Leader. V
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TOLU ON MILWAUKEE.
Process of Getting Acquainted in
That City Illustrated.
The teacher of an intermediate grade
a Milwaukee school the other day
“showing off’ her pupils before a
number of visitors.
The spelling class was on the floor
and one small, red-headed boy was
the word “introduction.”
He paused, twisted his Ups, stared
and then, in a faltering way, spelled it
correctly, and then seemed rather sur
prised that he had done it.
“Do you know what the word
means?” asked the teacher.
"N’m.”
“What? You don’t know what ‘in¬
troduction’ means? Well, now, I'll ex¬
plain it to you. Does your mother ever
have callers?”
■Yes’m.”
"Well ’ now suppose that two women
came t0 call on your mother, Your
mother knows one of the women, but
doesn’t know the other. She has never
gcen the W oman and doesn’t even know
her na me. Now, how would she be¬
come ac(lua j n ted with this woman and
flnd out her name?”
“She’d send me out for a can of
beer.”
As that was the correct answer, says
the New York Tribune, the teacher had
nothing further to say.
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Hotter Bargains and Better
Shoes than ever was
It. G. TARVER, Manage* Before.... .,
Our One Dollar Brogan is better. Our One Dollar and Twenty-five
Cents Brogan beats the world.
Our One Dol ar and Fifty Cents Shoes are simply superb. Dollar and
Our Two Dollar Yici Kid Shoes a big value. Our Two
Fifty Cents Hand sewed Shoes are the best on the mpvket.
We can give von Ladies Shoes at 75c, but the Shoes, we want to sell
fou are $1.00 and $1.25 Ladies every day Shoes and our $1.25 and $1.50
Ladies Dress Slices. They are BED IlOT BARGAINS and dou’t- you
forget it. Now our $3.00 Ladies Shoes are as good as anybody’s $3.00
Shoes.
We never forget the Children and Babies and this line of Shoes this
j eaS0 n j s better than ever before,
HATS! HATS3 HATS!
Our prices in Hats are simplv Tornado Swept. We give von Boys
Hals 10c, a real good Hat 25c. Men’s Felt Hats 65c, Men s Extra Good
Felt Hats $1.00, and so on to the end. mile of this in
We don’t expect any one to come within a us season
Price and Quality. When iu the city be sure to Call and Examine and be
Con rinced.
907 Broad Street, Augusta, Ga.
Her Intentions Were Good.
she rea n y intended paying her fare
w ]j erl boarded the street car, for
she had ten cents saved from the bar
£ain day scrimmage, but the conductor
happened to be a gentleman, and, by
paying the fare himself, saved her a
weary walk to the family residence.
ghc had the ten cents with her when
sho boar ded the car, and she still had
the money when the conductor came
through on his trip for fares, but she
no t pay the conductor. It was ail
the motorman’s fault. With her arms
{u! j v0 f bundles she was compelled to
hold the ten-cent piece between her
teeth. The motorman turned on the
current, the car gave a jerk and she
gave a start, “Fare, please,” said the
conductor and she turned pale. “I
can *- you ’ she stammered, going
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from white to ,rom le c
t0 wnite “But I can’t carry you for
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nothing.” remonstrated , , the ,, conductor. „ . .
fkr. inc mu monev J y when I f. got on the car, but
—but I swallowed . it. „ A A grouch on
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the uie other , side ., of . the ., c«.r snorted 0 a
rude laugh, b , ’ . hut , the conductor was „ rocl a
‘’•entleman. and , without another nnnt u Qr w'ord
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£ £ ,, ed the register rope for an .
cinci passed on.-St. Paul
Globe.
NO, 47.
why Hotel Clerks Are Popular
The hotel clerk stood behind the lit
jiar, and, one after another, the
guests arrived. Thus smiling affably
did the hotel clerk handle them: “Mr.
a., I’m glad to see you. Will you
have yo ur old room, 304, again? Good!
It’s vacant, fortunately. How do you
do, Mr. B? There are five letters
waiting for you. I rather expected
you tonight, so I had a fire built in the
open grate in 172. You are still fond
of open grates, I suppose? Mr. C.,
you are just in time. We engaged a
new pastry cook yesterday, and the
boss said he hoped you’d be along
soon to pass judgment on him. Would
you like 289 again? All right. Front
280. Hullo, Mr. D.! I didn’t think
you’d visit us this winter. One of our
men told us about your typhoid fever
siege. I think you’re looking mighty
well, all things considered.” Very
wonderful was the night clerk’s mem¬
ory, and very pleasant was the effect of
it upon the faces of the guests. Their
worn and harried look vanished; they
smiled; it delighted them to he wel¬
comed so agreeably. And thus does
the typical hotel clerk of the big city
conduct himself always, doing more by
his tremendous memory and tremend
0113 taet than any other employe to
help his boss get ;:ich.— Philadelphia
Record.
Old Needlework.
The needlework picture seems to
have made its first appearance in the
first years of the reign oi Charles I. for
although Elizabethan and Jacobean are
said to exist, one with an absolutely
unimpeachable pedigree is yet to be
found, and the costumes in the oldest
specimens the writer has yet seen cer¬
tainly indicate that they cannot be as¬
signed to a date before 1G30. The ear¬
liest Stuart pictures are worked with
silks on coarse, irregularly woven
brownish linen canvas, in the fine,
slanting stitch taken over a singla
thread, which is technically known as
“tent stitch,” or petit point. This
method of working produced an effect
much resembling that of tapestry, by
which, indeed, the embroidered picture
\vas probably suggested. * * * As
time went on the simple stitehery was
elaborated, poitions of the design be¬
ing wrought ;n silver “passing”—a fins,
metallic thread passed through the
material instead of being applied;
hence its name.—The Connoisseur.
Imports into Old Greece.
Greece now imports about 8,000
tons c£ sulphate of copper each yeas
for use in killing the phylloxera.