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1 TSCH3 ♦ Home jonrmil f 1 / * <-t ■V * ■V,' ♦ .w i 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. RED HI Mltim -IN- .£ftL jri j Boots, Shoes « m 1 n CO t ■ 0 W- Hotter Bargains ai d ■ tter Shoe’s than ever avis _ G.'^AkVBRrSilfSer. 11 B efore. K. A-vA Our One Dollar Brogan is better. Our One Dollar and L' .venty-five 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. GREAT EASTERN SHOE CO. Wtt 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.’*