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1 VOL. I. NO. 1. Dkub. Mm*'j buried my love down by the ■*« ; ’’■Li Mother Earth’s cold bosom laid him; ■avy one dnmb look, in cloud the knew, .’■And the last rite of death had paid him jMia wind shrieks wildly round the place, ■The owl hoots high in harmonyt • Bift-winged hawks their circles trace, ■They cannot wake my love for me. Mis spring-tide eve I watch and wait; Ml look far oat upon the main; |Mie sun is shutting his golden gate, _-®The soft dews kiss the sleeping plain. Hat hark! There floateth the waters o’er V A sweet, sad voice 1 know full well; MU wa tted soft from the desolate shore ■ Where my life and heart in sorrow dwell: BI loved thee much in life, dear Kate, B And now in death I love thee more ; while, forlorn, yon watch and wait, H I send these words from a distant shore.” m Wft ’«£e! Behold, ’tis but a dream : ■ There comes no voice from the distant shore: Ml'it, I would ever sleep, and seem Bn hear those whisperings o’er and >’sr. TO THE END. 'They had not met for twenty years. Twenty years in a man’s life, especially Ea young man's life, is long enongh r many things to happen ; long enongh tor desires to have been satisfied, and for hopes to have become certainties, so long ago that desires and hopes are hardly remembered as such—or long enongh to have made life an entire fail ure. Twenty years is long enongh for friendships to have faded out, turned to bitter hatreds, been forgotten, even; or long enongh for them to have grown (fed by memory and imagination) until yon will look with greater love on the stranger who, stranger he be, wears the smile of an old-time friend on a face which is half remembered, than upon •> the friend you have known for half a lifetime. Boys together, and friends; hard workers at Harvard together, and warmer friqnds still; men, with lives apart. They had not met for twenty years. But on that clear, cold, gusty morning . tp March, eighteen hnndred and eighty one, they were to meet. Is there such a thing as Fate? One was tall, slender, nervons ; full of life and activity; with shrewd gray eyes, and with deep lines worn b; worry and cut by care in his thin, pale face; a man always in a harry, yet a 1 way a be hind good fortune, always, a little too late for the ohaneea that other mew took, and by which they gained wealth ; forty; a good man of business—who eould not have been replaoed by his employers— buV working oq a salary still, (and a small one,) and likely to do so to the end of his life. The other, forty also; ishort, stout, slow; with fortune written all over him, from his easy, good aatured face down to his large, loud gtepping feet. Both had travelled widely —the one as the shrewd, paid business agent of a ' wealthy firm who had had his services for years—the other as a business ad venturer for himself for one decade, sad as a gentleman of leisure and fortune (or another. ' Both bad arrived in the eity that toorning, one from the North and the othei from the South. Both intended I to leave the next morning, the one going ! East and the other West. One had in quired in the early dawn for the cheap est hotel in the place, and be had walked Ihe other had gone in a book to it one. One .was walking this g with long and hasty strides, the west to visit a factory in the i on business; the other was ing south along the most fasb avenne in the eity, intent on ’ more important than smoking ning cigar. was, strangely enough, thinking ether. Active Charley Biadelev utter, written more than eighteen go, closely buttoned in his breast sad siont Andrew Stowe’s name i ms at the bottom of it. Bladeley had • time for idleness, roaaanae or revery; | * Vhe bad read that letter that mornfog f tail that—and for the first time in ten Vs. And he was thinking of “ dear ■4 Andrew” that morning all across I” Stone was thinking of Bladeley. CHARLOTTE, MECKLENBURG CO., N. C„ JUNE 17, 1882. Little seeds stir with life when spring smiles across the snow-fields which cover them; molecular life mysteri tsly moves in the soft iron when the -tear magnet whispers its nearness. Why should the daman heart be leas natural than the seed? Why less responsive than the iron? A bloek too aoon for the swift—a block too late for tba alow—and this history had never bran written. Bnt their lives crossed where their paths did. Too swift or too alow seemed prob able enongh for-the lives of any two paths crossed in that eity that morning —was probable enough in any other oases—bnt was impossible for these two men. There is such a thing as Fate. Bladeley in his headlong rush nearly overturned a stout gentleman just at a street corner, made apology without fairly halting, paused—and an instant later two hands were clasped with a warmth that melted the ice of twenty years’ silence iu a moment. “Charley! Charley! Where on earth did you rush from ?" “ Dear old Andrew t Who would ever have dreamed of knocking you over in my walk this mornirg ? ” Bladeley had to attend to business; Stone tad no business to attand to. 80 Stone wait with Bladeley, making the latter gentleman later with aareral bus iness engagements than he had been before for yean. They talked over by gone times with all the mast and enthu siasm of bygone youth—aad Bladeley smoked more cigars than his eounomical habits had ever allowed him before in any one daj, and batte- ones than he had ever used. Stone said he could give his friend a week’s time anywhere and in any way aa well as not, while Bladeley couldn't af ford to lose a train. So it was arranged that they should go East together in the morning, instead of Stone going West. They dined together—Bladely always in a hurry. Stone always slow. Stone submitted, with a protest, to being hur ried during the afternoon when assured that they could have the entire evening together only on the condition that Bladeley was allowed to rush his busi ness first. " I rushed enough when I was younger,” complained Btone. “Tvs been getting slower and slower for ten years past What a breezy fellow you are, Bladeley!” It was a moat uneventful evening which they spent together. Stone told the story of hrs life, or thought be did, and doubtless told it aa oompletely aa any one oould have done under the circum stances. Bladeley was to toll his the next evening in another city a couple of hundred of miles east, where business called the business man of the two They commenced where ♦!*» old-time acqua ; ntauee left oil: with Stone's last letter which Bladeley had buttoned np in his breast pocket “Where was I when I wrote font? In California prospecting for gold ? Or had I gone to Mexioo on that railroad scheme? Or hadn't I got beak from my trip after fore up near the Arctic Ocean in British America ? ” Bladeley took the letter, a thick one, frost his pocket, aad opened it. Twenty four hours before, be couldn’t have said positively just what vesture his friend was engaged in when the tetter was written ; he hal made money in half a dozen curious enterprises before that time. To-night, with the memory of it fresh in his mind from the morning pending of it, Bladeley started Stone off at the right peiat at ones, and the letter waa not teed that evening. A half hour after be had taken it from his pocket, Bialeley put it back, but the last page (writtap on aa odd half sheet) flattered to the floor unno ticed by either. Stone’s life had b wa aa eventful one. Canada aad California aad Mexico had not been hia only fields of fortene. He bad travelled aad traded in South America, in Bosnia, iu India, in China. “I never put my hands to anything that wasn't a anooasa," ha said. “I never planned a scheme that didn’t ga through in the beat possible manner, better always than I exported. I never pat my name to a note which I couldn't pay when due, to a check that wasn't promptly honored, or to anything whatever—important or unimportant— that didn’t prove trne. When I’ve ex preseed opinions, facts have borne them ont; when I've imposed conditions, circumstances have shown them trne and correct; when I have made predic tions. the fntore has made them true. Bladeley, I am worth more than a mil lion dollara.” Did the reader ever meet an old friend and talk for boon, to part later and find bow much had been said, and yet how little? In his chamber that evening Bladeley thought of a thousand ques tions he shonld ask his friend on the morrow. He had met si man who, slow though he was, had been almost every where, and who would think no more of a journey from London to China than many a man would of a ride of a oonple of hundred miles by rail. Where was his home ? What wa3 he doing here ? Where had he intended to go next ? And while Bladeley's last drowsy thought was as to what he would ask. Stone, was drifting into dreamland with' his mind fall of what he would tell nest day. “The story was only a poor frame work after all. Til fill it in to-morrow.” And sleep came. The train went early. Stone Was in the habit of rising late. Bladeley had been walking nervously np and down tha sidewalk in front of the hotel for a half hour before his friend appeared. They were too late for breakfast; they were too late to walk to the train ; they might fail to reach it even by hack, for it was nearly two miles from the hotel to the station. Stone talked almost in cessantly all the way. The train was in sight when thoy arrived, and Stone was just concluding,— - “ 1 have as large a fortune as I wish ; more isn’t worth trying for. I neglected to tell you last night that I have the loveliest of women for a wife. I've an elegant home, congenial neighbors, perfret servants. 1 wouldn’t say so to anyone but yon ; for a man with no bus iness and no ambition would be looked down on in this rushing age of which yon are a type; bat I have nothing left to work for—nothing to look forward to— no desire ungratified.” The haok stopped. NU one had ever oalled Charley Bladeley super stitious, but he glanoed at .his friend with mtieh the look he -might have given had a ghost leered at him over his friend's shoulder. Btone never noticed it; he wes slowly and ponderously get ting ont of the carriage, Bladeley, always in a hurry and always nervous, rushed away to attend to hia baggilge, The nervous lines in his fsoe had deep ened in the last few minutes, Ltone, who was never in a hnrrv. "and one of oie fortunate individs .is who can travel anywhere without luggage, set tled with the hackman, and sauntered slowly »cross the platform. Bladeley looked np from his talk with the bag gage-master to follow srith a look of anxious admiration his friend, who was so entirely hia opposite in every respeot. He tuned back again, and finished his business with the agent.. There is always bustle and confusion at a station at train time, but Bladeley turned toward the train with hia checks in his hand with the Impression strug gling into prominence in his mind that the confusion was greater this time than usual. There ware ho.ree cries and eommaada; a rush forward—a shrinking bask. A tainting woman waa helped toward the waiting-room; a pel* man reeled against thi wall of the building. Bladeley moved forward. Some one raid, “Theycame together,” aad tha crowd silently opened and let him pass -dazed aa yet to the reason why-be should bs given privileges in a eity where he was a stranger. Yesterday he had gone unwittingly to meet hia friend for late first time iu twenty yean; now be went to meet him for the last time in this world. No one knew how it hap pened. and no oaa ever found oat; bnt four men were bringing Andrew Btone up the track, up from under the train where be had met hia death.' Ha sailed at Bladeley, muttered slowly, “not friendless here—l am lnoky—one friend —Bladeley—tell my wife that—” and it was all over. And Bladeley, on his knees beside his dead friend, groaned,— “My Ood! I felt it coming.” No clew to Stone’s borne or family or friends xpts found on his person Bladeley eould give no very definite description of the friend he had known for only one day in the last sooreof years ; and no one could attempt to describe what the cruel wheels had left. So Bladeley was the only mourner who followed Andrew Stone to hia grave two days later. Afterward, advertisements were of no avail. The description was faulty; perhaps the name was not an uncommon one; possibly his home Was in some distant land. At any rate, the man who had always conquered, fate left, no poteney to his friend after him. No word was ever heard from the friends or family of. Andrew Stone. If the chambermaid who swept the room in whioh Andrew Stone told his all too fragmentary story of bis lifa bad saved the scrap of paper she put in the ash-bsrrel, Bladeley wonld have given her more money than she had ever had at any time in her life before. If the old woman who took it from the ash-barrel and kindled her fire with it had saved it, she might have had better food than she bad ever known.- As she watched it slowly kindle into flame she spelfed out the following words written on it : • So you see, dear Bladeley, I have made a success in this venture, and a«p now ready to give my undivided atten tion. aad my whole strength to the next one, I am always looking forward; Anticipation is sometimes more than realization. A man who has nothing left to work for—nothing to look for tfard to—no desires ungratified—had better die than live. He has ..no place in this world of work. A quiok death, and hia place empty forever—this shonld be his fate. Booh a mas should count himself lucky to have one friend to mourn his death. Neither you nor 1 deserve anything better than this end if we ever allow ourselves to fatisfy these conditions. Ever yonr friend, Pure Cistern Hater and How to Get It. Fore water for domestic use is of great importance. In most wells the water is more or leas impregnated with lime, or other mineral or earthly substance, so that it is not so pure as rain-water. Wells are often so deep that it is hard drawing the water. For family use, I wonld recommend a cistern. Most plaoes where a well can be dug, and where it is not so sandy as to oave, a Distant ean be plastered with cement without walling with brick or stone.’ When I built my house, four years ago, I dag my cistern book of the honse before I built the summer kitchen, so as to have it in the kitchen. The filterer is a small cistern, one or two feet from tha other oistern, with a tile for a spout to connect them. The end of this pipe in the filterer is inqlosed by a amall-oircular brick wall, or a double wall of two inches eaeh, with a apace of two inches between, whioh is filled with pul Prized charcoal. The surface of this filtering wall is scarcely a square yard, and th.. nart of the roof discharging nto the cistern is twenty-four feet by forty. Yet it is only the moat violent thnnder-shower that gives more than enough water to pass through the filterer. The main cistern is -1- feet in diameter and twenty-four feet deep. This gives us 000 l water all summer—as 000 las well-water. We drew with a chain-pump, which keeps the air and water circulated, so that it ia pure. I prefer to have the filterer’ out side the main aistern, and being shallow, it ia easily cleaned. Both cisterns are Covered with a brisk arch. In the aistern of six feet in diameter, the aroh is started with a groove out in the earth for the bottom of the aroh. The earth holds it sufficiently from where the cistern is plastered. Tha arch rises three feet, leaving three feet of earth over "ife ’ A Larky Father. Aa Austin father complained bitterly of the way his children destroyed their dotting. He said : “When I waa a boy I only had one suit of clothes, and I had to lake oare of it. I wai only allowed one pair o shore a year in those days.” There was a pause, aad then the oldest boy spoke up and said: " I any, dad, you have a much aaaier time of H now—you are living with r W. C. SMITH. Puljlisner. HUMOROUS. If your husband smokes, gentle lady, treat him as you wonld a smoking lamp.’ Don’t pat him out, but let him down easy. , „ ' . The jewelry befonging to the Empress of Brazil has been stolen, whioh leads to the snspieidn that her highness may cointemplate going on the stage. Mary Oleinmer says that only one girl in five hundred can be happy as a cler gyman’s wife.' She tried it and she didn’t see a oirons for eleven years. “ What is the national fishery ques tion ? ” pompously exclaimed an orator; and a squeaking voice in the audience responded. “It is have yon got a bite?” “ Why is it,” asks the Philadelphia Chronicle, “ we hear so much abont the Cochin China, but nothing abont the horse?” Ah, is it a beast o’bhirden ? A friend of the author who had come in jnsi at the end of the latter’s new play—“ Oh, my desr fellow I your play was charming, delioiotts-and so short! ” “ I wsnt a little change,” said Mrs. B. to her husband yesterday. “Well,’ was the heartless response, “just wait for it. Time bringe change to every body.” Polydipsia is the Boston nano for thirst. When suffering from polydipsia the Boston man calls for spiritns fru menti and then washes it down with protoxide cf hydrogen. A Western young man aged eighteen has eloped with a woman of three score yean. This icsthetio craze for antiqui ties is becoming altogether too general, and threatens to cause tronble. It is understood that Eli Ferkras rode.. Apollo, the horse that won the Derby at Louisville, Tuesday, In the pictures and statues Apollo is always represented its carrying a lyre. ITEMS OF INTEREST. Jidhetio coachmen and footmen wear bntton-hole bouquets of pale yellow jonquils and soviet tulip blossoms. Dr. Fonhee, of Madison, Indians, waa a radical infldal, bnt he has bean con verted, and haa professed Christianity in Trinity Methodist Chnroh, of that eity. The people of (Jenera, Switzerland, spend more money for wine than for bread. The expenditure ia three hun dred francs per head of the whole pop ulation. Young English ladies have adopted the American onstom, and no longer fear to walk abont London. The fash ion was unknown twenty years ago. Secretary Chandler finds that only one-half of the entire navy is in fight ing condition. By fighting condition is evidently meant the came sort of condi tion that Ryan was in when he fonght with B alii van—in condition to get lioked. Richard King, known all over Texas rad the West as “Tbe Cattle King.” is a amal.,Vwa.i b y Irishman, with a limp ing gait. Hia lameness is doe to the careless way ia which a broken leg waa set His flocks of sheep and goats, his herds of cattle and hia troops of horses and males are estimated at five hnndred thousand. _ Missouri haa a new law forbidding the manufacture or the sal* in that State of any imitation-of butter, no matter whether represented to be gen uine or sot The oleomargarine interest made a desperate fight in a tost case, carrying it to the Court of Appeals, on the question of the law’s validity. The decision is that the prohibitory. aot ia constitutional. Colonel Harvey 0. Lockwood, of Leonia, Bergen oennty, N. J., was mar ried to Miss Francis H. Walker, and a reception followed, where the happy couple were congratulated by hosts of Jbrienda. Two days later the bride was dead, an at!ask of pneumonia laving carried her off in a single day. Tha bridat wreath docked the coffin, the veil became a shroud, orange bloasrtns ware mingled with cypress, aad ehirees were obanged to the passing ball.