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YOL. X.
CIANT AND DWARF.
You open the door of your heart, my friend,
To a very small vice or sin,
And see! As the dwarf comes softly through
His shadow enters in;
For who can forbid a shadow friend,
Or shut it out with a prayer?
Unheeded it grows, as shadows will,
And lo! A giant is tb ere.
—Ethel Hatton.
4 By E. Broes Van Heekeren.
4 4
Intense white heat, with a streak of
yelow dust marking the road; without
movement the leaves hung limp and
brown, except when the hot air stirred
them like restless bits of parchment.
A dust covered cart on the highway,
horse and master alike in their en¬
deavors to compromise with sleep;
there was a world of regret in the way
Billy raised his forelegs, and his head.
At the cross-roads Dave drew the
rein sharply, to Billy’s discomfiture,
and his next surprise lay in the fact of
his being stopped in front of a cottage,
a strange little cottage to him, and
■ one almost hidden from view by the
■ overgrowth of tangled vines. ■
With laboring determination Dave
'dismounted, and drew from under the
seat a square box, marked and re¬
marked with foreign stamps and la¬
bels; then he re-adjusted his specta¬
cles and read the inscription; “Miss
Margaret Harvvay, Unionville, N. C.”
“Eggs and hominy!” Dave ex
clainied, in lieu of a mightier oath,
what’s coming to the old lady? ITain’t
seen her nigh on to ten years; may be
she do be afraid of her complexion.”
-B* • tm«e * “Th*
say is haunted; it’s mighty
queer, hiding herself with that slip of
.a girl.”
By this time he had passed the gate, j
which stood, by will or otherwise, hos- i j
pitahly open, stumbled through the !
thick matted grass, and finally reached __1
the door. T It , was cooler , there, ., ’ for » no t !
sunlight, could Penetrate . . the ,, . heavy -
io- ,
Rage; the appreciative spiders had
hung their tantastic drawn work '
.aro.und , the porch, , while ... tne musty , Tr
«
.smell of « rotting ... timbers , excluded * , , the
• ;
sweeter odors , natural , . to , the .-i country. _ T ,
,
Although Dave tried to adjust his | I
rheumatic * old Knuckles to a mere tap, „ 1 ■
the iY sound . echoed . , and , re-echoed
through , the ,, house , though ,, . intent . .__ f :
as ,
-upon a hearing and presently tne door j
was opened, the rusty hinges creakmg ;
.
.and groaning in their unusual effort
Whatever fear Dave may have fe ;
before, it was unmistakable terror now i
that . seized . . . him . and . . held .. . him . „„ un
an „ I
-willing .... prey, for „ the face that , returned ,, ■
his , fascinated . . . , gaze was drawn , and „ , ;
haggard, and as colories as marble. !
■The eyes-Dave never forgot to his
dying day that look of horror realized,
of death, dead hopes and unutterable i
woe.
At la.it. At last! she moaned. At :
,
last, to find rest! Oh, God, at last, at '
last!” Then, without further ado, she ;
droped motionless at Dave’s feet. j
Dave’s kindly nature getting the bet- |
ter of his fear, he knelt beside the ;
prostrate woman and raised her head. |
“If I had a sup of water,” he said, j j
locking helplessly around. ;
But before he had come to any con- ;
■clusion she made an effort to rise, and j
with Dave’s assistance slowly stood
upon her feet and leaned against the !
wall, trembling in every limb.
Suddenly from above came the
sound of a quick step, then a burst of
song that died away in the distance;
but it seemed to excite the woman to
action.
“Quick! Quick!” she said, opening
the jjoor of a small closet, “Put the—
the——” motioning with her thin,
shaking hand toward the box.
As Dave did her bidding and drew
hack, she took the key from the lock
and dropped It into her pocket, a look
of relief coming into her haggard face,
to be replaced the next moment by one
of anxiety and fear, for from above
came again that voice, singing some
long forgotten song. With her finger
on her lips, she gently pushed the very
Willing Dave tovvard the door. Poor
lady! it was a very gentle push, for she
was still shaken by the force of her
emotions. As to Dave, he never
turned when the door closed, not he!
With a speed that indicated a happy re¬
lease, he hurried down the untrodden
path to the rhore cheerful company of
Billy. !
Margaret herl llarway stood still where
he left . tfen, trying to recover her
strength, groping her way
‘To thine own self be true,and it will follow, as night the day, thou cansnot then be falae to any man.*’
LINCOLNTON, GA , THURSDAY, JUNE 19.1902,
toward a door, opened it and vanished
within. Almost at the same moment
there came down the stairs a young
girl of some 20 years; she had a win¬
some face, but her full glory lay in the
rolls of beautiful hair piled high on
her shapely head, and held in place by
an odd shaped comb. One forgot to
criticise the fashion in wonder at her
beauty.
“Godmother, did you call? I thought
I heard- ■Godmother, where are
you?”
For a moment she stood irresolute,
then with a shrug of her shoulders,
passed on to the kitchen. Here it was
less comfortless; the low ceiling was
crossed with heavy rafters; the win¬
dows opened on a tiny kitchen garden,
and by the door Margaret stood, look¬
ing out upon the scene, the red sun
descending amid a glory of golden col¬
or that promised heat on the morrow.
To Evangeline what a world lay be
yon^l the broken old palings that had
at one time fenced in their narrow lot
—a world of laughter and song, peo¬
pled with men and women of chival¬
rous nature, or honor and noble deeds!
From childhood she had known no
other home hut that of her godmother.
Margaret had taught her all she knew,
and nature supplied the rest as she
wandered through wood»a) ld meadow,
for she was an apt Tlffpfl.~ til3§£.J*
It was while on one of !
that she met Paul Dainway, an artist,
of no mean ability, and, like herself,
alone in the world. Irresistibly they
were drawn to each other, and before
many summer days had passed they
had plighted their troth in the good
old-fashioned way that cannot he im
proved upon.
Evangeline kept this secret from her
godmother, knowing her habitual re¬
serve, her shrinking from neighbors
, oft «£ d -- ---- TT How
senses. fau
“ more™*, . she resent s
presence! The future was theirs the
moment sufficed; why trouble for the
morrow ?
It was early that evening when
Evangeline retired to her room; she
had intended reading one of Faul’s
books, • but the beauty / of the night °
stayed her, and she threw herself on
mysteries. ‘ How long
she slept , * , she , could not tell, ’ but sud- ,
denly . she sat , , holt upright . , . with . the ,. con
viction ... that ... something i-. strange , was
oc ^rrmg. . w w.s sne she dreamin creaming. g, she &ne
rubbed her eyes; no,there was her god
mother in the garden, ’ a box , m . one
hand, a small spade 1 , in . the other. ,, .... What ,
^ she at that Ilour of the
^ J this secrecy? she shud
a , S leaned out of the window
ree i
, the most deserted portion *
of „ the garden. Should ,, she . follow? ,, „
„ Her , honor forbade. „ . . Breathless, _ ... she .
awaited ., . . her godmothers return, but
s
f°™ e tlm ® e,ap , f d . , b( f , re sbe . came
^ing , t0 vard the house She h was
'
mu ^™g to herself, but the girl
coald not hear her ^ ords ’
The next f morning Margaret f „ Harway
was found dead in her chair. “Heart
f a jj ure ” tj le doctor pronounced the
cause 0 f her death, and heart failure
lt was . Very gent!y Evange iine took
from the c i en ched fingers some old let
te „ and tying them together laid
them reverently away.
After the death of her godmother,
Evangeline yielded to Paul’s desire to
an immediate marriage; alone, with
out money or friends, it seemed her
only possible course. She turned in¬
stinctively to Paul, and he did not fail
her.
To clear the ground around the
house was Paul’s duty as well as his
pleasure. At first it seemed a hope
les task, but by degrees the flower bed3
took form and. outline, until the only
remaining tangle was the far corner
under the apple tree.
As they drew near the spot, one af- j
ternoon, intending to work there, j !
Evangeline shuddered and drew back.
“It was here she came on that dread- ;
ful night,” she whispered to her hus- j
band. “I could see her busy among j
the bushes. Oh, Paul, what was she |
doing?” j
Paul drew her toward him. j
“My darling, you must forget. Just •
as the weeds and mould have been i
cleared from the old place, so the j
shadows must pass from my darling, j
Come, be brave, this is our last task.” i
He struck his spade into the earth, j
and threw up the rich black mould, j
Suddenly he stopped. j
“There is something here,” he said, i
running his hand through the loose j
earth. “Who knows but what it is a
fortune? It is a box,” he said more
seriously, drawing it forth with some
difficulty.
Evangeline was clinging to a tree
for support.
‘•Oh, Paul, do not touch it! Put it
back—put it back! I know it must be
something dreadful, something we do
not. want to know. If you love me,
Paul, bury it quickly!’
There was so much anguished en¬
treaty in her voice that he did as she
hade him.
“We will leave it,” he salS f^hic
tantly, "but we owe it to ourselves and
to her to solve this mystery. Come,
we will look through the old papers
and letters you have laid away.” And
so, with his arm around her, they
went into the house and up the stairs.
At first it seemed as though the mys¬
tery would not be solved, at any rate
by the letters; but finally Evangeline
leaid before Paul the letter she had
taken from the dead woman’s hand,
then, looking over her husband's
shoulder, she read with him: —
“Margaret:—There is a just retri¬
bution for every sin mortal man com¬
mits. Of this fact I am an apt illus¬
tration. No future could bring more
anguish than that which I endure.
Margaret, I, who would have given my
life for you, have given my soul, I am
despised of you.
“In a mad hour I forged my employ¬
er’s signature. We were so poor, Mar¬
garet, so desperately poor! To see
you toiling day after day was torture
jf^ould not stand, and temptation over¬
came*® 6 and 1 fell—may a just Power
condone'"®-? sin! When the realization
came, when 1 Z 111 ^ understood the dis¬
grace and loss oS^- £ respect-then,
tny dailing, my wife.T^ bat of
way to save you; first, to Jgfikewhat
reparation lay in mi? power, theSV®
leave you, my baby, and my country.’
Thus my crime would remain hidden.
■ “Knowing your upright soul, your
Ye /purity lilt and UhUJt hrtior^J*|j|U never ask you
!
of you and our child In the littie hbrne j
bought with henest money. No one
knows you there; resume your maiden
name, for mine would soil you, and if
you have one faint spark of love for
your erring husband, keep the knowl¬
edge of the crime which has separated
us from our child, our tiny Evangeline.
“To return to America would mean
arrest, public dishonor and imprison¬
ment. I have but one thought—death
—I live that I may die, for to die
means to be near you.
“Some day there wil come to the lit¬
tle brown house a box. Bury it under
the old apple tree. Margaret, I re¬
turn to you what has always been
yours—the heart that once throbbed
with every glad emotion, now dead.”—
Waverley Magazine.
The Order of St. Patrick.
The death of Lord Dufferin leaves a
vacancy in the Order of St. Patrick
which the man in the street, at any
rate, has had no hesitation in filling. If
Lord Kitchener is not an Irishman, he
was born in Ireland. As instituted by
George III. February 5, 1783, the Or¬
der comprised the sovereign and 15
knights, exclusive of royal and semi¬
royal personages. It now comprises a
grand master and 22 knights. The
grand master is the lord lieutenant.
Thus, Lord Cadogan is K. G. and K. P.
The chancellor of the order is the chief
secretary of Ireland. Lord Charlemont
is the usher of the Black Rod. The
doyen is Sir Richard Edmund St. Law¬
rence Boyle, Earl of Cork. He was
born in 182G. Lord Dufferin was next
in point of seniority. The junior
member at present is the Earl of Long¬
ford, captain 2d Life Guards, who
served in South Africa with his regi¬
ment, and who, as captain 13th Im¬
perial Yeomanry, was one of the
wounded in Lindley fight.—Pall Mall
Gazette.
Rhodes VVa* Impressed by Trifles.
With all his greatness of conception
it was curious how Cecil Rhodes was
impressed by trifles. He related how,
when in London during the raiders’
trial, full of disappoinement and appre
hension, he found nothing so cheering
as the recognition of the London bus
drivers as he took his morning ride.
They got to know him; they touched
their hats to him in a half-friendly, ad
miring way, though he seemed just
then to be at the ebb of his fortunes,
“When you have the people with you
like that,” he said, “you know you’re
ail right.”
And the demonstrations of the un
dergraduates when he took his LL. D.
degree affected him in the same man
ncr. It was curious to hear the man
who had done so much refer to such
trifles in his career with gratitude,
In China, the year begins in Febru¬
Novel Superstition.
"Some time ago,” says a conductor,
"I was doing some short runs on the
Midvale avenue branch. A man got in,
and I spotted him by chance, and no¬
ticed that his eyes glistened as he
gazed up at the register at the front.
It stood at 8,997. His fare ran it up
to 8,998. He gave a start when an¬
other passenger got in and the hell
announced 8,999. You know we pick
up hut few from here to the Ridge. I
watched him. He was awfully nervous.
He moved and twitched and once
changed sides. Well, we stopped at
the end of the route, and still the
register said 8,999. He came up to me,
handing me a nickel, and said: ‘Ring
that up.’ ‘Why, you paid me,’ I said.
Finally he coaxed me, telling me it
was for luck. I rang up 9,000, and he
got off the car as happy as a big sun¬
flower. I have learned since that It’s
considered lucky to be on a car when
the register shows a combination end¬
ing in three naughts. It’s a new
hunch.”—Philadelphia Record.
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Cents Brogan beats the world.
Our One Dollar and Fifty Cents Shoes are simply superb. Dollar and
Our Two Dollar Vici Kid Shoes a big value. Our Two
Fifty We Cents Hand-sewed Shoes are the best 'foe, on the market. Shoes want to sell
can give vou Ladies Shoes at but the we
rou are $1.00 and $1.25 Ladies every day Shoes and our $1.25 and $1.50
Ladies Dress Shoes. They are .ItED HOT BARGAINS and don’t you
forget it. Now our $2.00 Ladies Shoes are as good as anybody’s $3.00
Bhoes.
We never forget the Children and Babies and this line of Shoes thi*
Reason is better than ever before.
HATS! HATS! HATS!
Our prices in Hats are simply Tornado Swept. We give you Good Boy«
Hats 10c, a real good Hat 25c. Men’s Felt Hats 65e, Men’s Extra
Felt Hats $1.00, and so on to the end.
We don’t expect any one to come within a mile of us this season in
Brice and Quality. 111)611 in the city be sure to Call aiid Examine and be
Convinced.
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907 Broad Street, Augusta, Ga.
Dodging an Avalanche.
Orders were given last week by cha
local council at Bleiberg to the peas¬
ants near that place to remove all out¬
side objects and to descend to the next
village in expectation of the fall of a
lawine. The peasants objected to this
and one of them, a miner, named Tai¬
ga, refused to leave until 3 o'clock in
the evening, when a rumbling above
frightened him.
With a child in his arms he began
to descend in the darkness, but was
caught by the first lawine, which
knocked him down and rolled the
child down the hill. After finding it
with difficulty he looked round for
his wife and baby, who were nowhere
within call. A rescue party of half
a-dozen men, after much digging,
found the woman alive and breathing,
after being twenty minutes under the
snow.
The men had scarcely reached the
village, when the second lawine came
thundering down. Since the catastro¬
phe of 1879 the cottages have been re¬
moved some distance to the right of
the mountain.—London Telegraph.
Tell* Age of Porcelain.
A French scientist claims he can fit
the age of porcelain vases by testing
them with magnets. The iron in clay
is magnetized in the direction of the
compass needle, and this direction is
fixed when the clay is baked. Know¬
ing the “flip” and “declination" of the
needle at various times in past centu¬
ries, the age of vases may be com¬
puted.
MO. 3.
Glad for Cad.
A Milwaukee divine tells this story
cn himself:
In a celebrated Eastern theological
seminary it is, or was, the practice of
the faculty to require the students to
take turns in delivering sermons, a
custom, by the way, to which, as a
rule, the young aspirants «Jr eccle¬
siastical honors did not take kindly.
Among those who attended tho
school was a young man who now oc¬
cupies the pulpit of a well-known
Methodist church on the East Side,
who, however, formed an exception t<*
the rule above mentioned.
In the course of time it came hljl
turn to speak. He prepared his dis*
course with great care, and when Sum*
day arrived he acquitted himself
handsomely, everyone present listen¬
ing to his words with marked atten¬
tion.
At the conclusion of his remarks on»
of the professors mounted the rostrum
and announced the hymn:
“Hallelujah, ’Us done." i
HI* Grateful First Client.
When Henry C. Smith of Michigan
started to’ practice law he had as hiu
first client a negro, and he won the
case. The hearing was before a local
maglstrate.and the charge was stealing
a ring. As his client had employment
on a farm outside the town where
Smith first hung up his shingle, the
young' lawyer is said to have taken
the precaution of hiring a carriage and
riuing out to tne farmer, where he se¬
cured promise of the negro’s wages for
a few days as his retainer.
“i made an eloquent pica,” said Mr.
Smith yescerday In recounting the pro¬
ceedings of that case. “1 did not fail
to ring the changes on the downtrod¬
den race and all that sort of thing,
wih the result that my client went
free. Still, I had a sort of lingering
suspicion that the verdict was certain¬
ly all my man deserved, and when tho
case was over I wanted to he rid ot
him. He continued to haunt my of
flee.
“ ‘Why, don’t you go out and chase
around with the boys?’ I said finally,
in some impatience.
“ ‘Deed, boss, I thought yo’ fee war
too small, an’ I want yer to accept
this ’ere ring.’
“And the negro produced from hia
jeans the ring whiefi he had been sup¬
posed tb have stolen.”
But Mr. Smith refused to accept the
proffer of stolen goods.
Chinese quack doctors in the vicinity
of foreign hospitals in the far interior
hang out foreign flags inscribed: “Cum
according to the foreign devil’s plan.’*