MPN’ICIFAI. OFFICERS
Mayor, .1. II. Ifolderby,
Recorder, K. W. Magness,
Marshal, Walter Pascoe,
'j reasurer. .1. T. Tharp,
Aldermen:* B. F. Mushy, It. B. Ad
ams. G.O. Madness, C. M. Edwards
and W. C. Mims.
Council meets lirst Monday night in
each month.
chinches
Methodist church, services at 11, a.
in and 7:30 p. m. the second and fourth
Sundays in each month. Rev. C. II.
Newman, pastor.
Baptist church, services at 3 p. m.
Saturday before first Sunday, and 11
a. m. third Sunday in each month.
Rev. W. P. Jackson, pastor.
Christian church, services tirst and
third Sundays in each month at 11 a.
in. and 7:30 p. ni. Rev. J. IL Me Don
lei, Pastor.
KKATKIINI l IKS
Dannelly Chapter R. A. M. meets
third Saturday night. 1. C. Nuckolls,
E. II 1*.;T. II. Hearing, Sec.
Newark Lodge F. Sc A. M. No. 24s
meets second Saturday night. J. I.
Sturdivant, W. M.; J. T. Tharp, Sec.
Newark Encampment 1. O. O. F. 42
meets second and fourth Wednesday
nights. (J. A. Ashley, C. 1*; G. L. Fink
Scribe.
Newark Lodge 1. O. O. F. No. 2<i3
meets the tirst and third e dnesday
nights (>. (). Moss, N. G.; G. L. Fink
Secretary.
Newark Grove W. C. No. 807 meets
tirst and third Tuesday nights. Mrs.
C. M. Edwards. Guardian; MissSallie
Barksdale, <’lerk.
Newark Camp W.< ).\V. No. 288 meets
second and fourth Tuesday nights in
each month. W. C. Mims, C. C.;
N. A. Speed. Clerk.
Banner Rebekah Lodge No. l.">4
meets every Saturday afternoon at 3
o’clock. Mrs. .1. T. Miller, N. G.; Miss
Lucy Lawton, secretary.
Independence Lodge No. 2379 K. &
L. of 11. meets tirst and tnird Monday
nights in each month. < >. F. Craig,
Protector; Zed Griffith, Secretary.
A. A. HENDERSON
Notary Public
Makes a specialty of
Writing and Correcting Deeds.
Office with II. E. Hawthorne
V. L. Pascoc L. G Poe
Phone No. 10 Phone No. 24
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Physicians and Surgeons
Office wit 11 Newark Drug Company.
Front Street. Phone No 17
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SOPHISTICATION.
Om« 11 * horse of tli** road shied and
^tumbled his load
At the sight of a eye list awheel;
Now the dobbin is rare who wid kic k up a
sea re
At a fire-colored automobile.
Once the clumsy balloon as it soared to the
moon
Alarmed ail the birds on the fly;
Now the creatures a-w ing quite contented
ly sing
When a neat littie airship goes by.
And tbe fish of the sea. now as tame as can
can be.
On diving-bells tranquilly gloat,
All compunction forgot—and the sea-horse
shies not
At the president's submarine boat.
For fish, flesh or fowl cannot set up a howl;
So, bowed to the natural plan.
Tin y steady their nerves to the curious
curves
Of that curious hutt*ln called Man.
—Wallace Irwin, in N. Y. Globe.
The Writer
Who Failed
Hi -- as sJ
ONE winter morning several years
ago the mail brought me a roll of
manuscript and a letter. Every pub
lisher and editor receives such packages
so often as to know them at a glance.
Usually they contain half a dozen poems
and a story—a blur of sunsets, duch
esses, violets, bad French and worse
English, with not a grain of common
sense, not a hint of reality in the whole
of it. 1 opened the letter and read that
the writer was “not dependent on her
pen for support,” she “had vowed her
self to literature;” she "was resolved to
assist In the progress of humanity.”
Scarcely had 1 laid down the letter when
I 1 was told that she waited below to see
me.
The card she sent up was a bit of a fly
leaf of a book, and the name. Miss Barr,
written in imitation of engraving. Her
> hack was toward me when 1 came down,
and 1 had time to read the same sham
stylishness written all over her thin lit
| tie person. She told me that she came
from Mississippi, and that she had been
the only white child on a poor plantation
on the banks of the Yazoo,
i “I have only had such teachings as
i my mother could give me,” she said,
simply, “and my mother had but two
years with a governess. Life on the
! lonely old plantation became distasteful
to me. and I got my father and mother
j to consent to my coming to New York
i to engage in work as an author. I shall
j succeed as a writer some day. Just now
people will do anything for me but
| print my manuscripts.”
"You (ante alone?”
“Quite alone. 1 hired a little room
! over a baker’s shop on Second avenue.
I board myself and send out manu
scripts. They always come back to
me.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Three years.”
"Impossible! You are but a child.”
“I am 20. I had an artTcle published
o’ ce in a Sunday school paper,” she con
tinued. producing a slip of printed paper
about three inches long.
Three years and only that little grain
of success! Site had supported herself
meanwhile, as I afterward learned, by
needlework for a wholesale firm in
Brooklyn.
Her books and poems must. I think,
■THE DOCTOR SAYS ITS HUNGER—
hunger:”
have seemed unique to any editor. The
spelling was atroeioi; ■! the • errors
of grammar beyond 1 15 u; ir. ;.!i
her ignorance and wea. ... uit:. . a
ao taint of imitation. She plagiarized
nobody. She painted over and over
again her own home life on the Yazoo;
the hot, still sunshine, the stagnant
swamp, the semi-tropical forest, the
houses and negro quarters, with ail
their squalor and dreary monotony.
All my counsel to her to forsake the
occupation she had chosen was in vain.
During the months that followed her
case very nearly reached starvation. I
remember few things more pathetic than
the damp, forlovn figure that used to
come to the editorial rooms through
snows aud rains that winter. Some- ,
times she brought small items of news,
and this information was the means of
her securing a few dollars.
One day In the spring I w\.
moned to nee a visitor on business. I
found a tail, lank young man stalking
up and down the room, the most notice
able point about him being the shock of
rbd hair and whiskers falling over his
neck The face was that of an ignorant
and small-minded man.
He came straight toward me. "Is
Marcia Barr here?”
"No. she has been gone an hour.”
He berated his luck in a white heat
of rage, which must. I thought, have
required some time to kindle. Indeed,
1 found he had been pacing up and
down the street half the morning, hav
ing seen her come in. She had gone out
by a side door.
"I caught a glimpse of her on the
street,” he said. "1 have come to New
York three times in the last year to
find her. Good God! how rank poor she
is. Where does she live?”
I could not tell him. as Marcia had
long ago left the baker's and changed
her quarters nearly every month.
"And I reckon I'll have to wait until
she comes hyar again. Tell her it's
Zack Biron. the overseer’s son, on—on
business.”
He was not long in unveiling his l ::si
ness. which any woman would on
have guessed. He had come to bring
Marcia home and marry her.
Two months passed, in which he
sought for Marcia in vain. She had
seen him and knew of his errand. Then
one evening as I was passing along
lower Broadway I saw a crowd around
the form of a woman on the pavement,
who. I was told, had been injured by a
car while crossing the street. One
glance at the figure showed me that it
was Marcia, and I hurriedly followed
the ambulance which carried her away
to the hospital.
When 1 arrived at the hospital Marcia
was lying on an iron stretcher. TheMis
sissippian. Biron. was with her. kneel
ing on the floor in his shirtsleeves and
chafing her hand. He had taken off
his coat to wrap about her. He told
me later that he had recognized Marcia
as she was being lifted into the am
bulance after the accident.
"I've a good Quaker nurse and a
room ready for her at a first-class hotel
the minute she can be moved.” he
whispered. “Look a-here!” he said,
turning down the tawdry bit of lace and
ribbon at her throat, his big, hairy
hand shaking. "Them bones is a'most
through the skin! The doctor says it s
hunger—hunger!"
He was right. Starvation had almost
done its work. There was but a feeble
flicker of life left in the emaciated little
body; not enough to know or speak to
us when at last she opened her dull eyes.
“None of them folks need consarn
thediselves any furder about her," said
Biron. "She'll come home to her own
now, thank God. and be done with
writing stuff to make books. Mrs. Biron
will live like a lady.”
About three weeks later a splendid
phaeton stopped in front of my door,
and Mr. and Mrs. Biron sent up their
cards. Mr. Biron was glowing with
happiness.
“We return immediately to the plan
tation,” he said, grandiloquently. “I
reckon largely on the effect of her
native air in restoring Mrs. Biron to
health.”
Marcia was magnificent in silk and
plumes. Her little face was pale, how
ever. and she looked nobody in the eye.
When they arose to go Marcia handed
me a bulky package of papers. “These
are my manuscripts,” she said. "Will
you burn them for me? All; do not
leave a line, a word. I could not do it.”
I took the package, and they de
parted. Mr. Biron w as vehement in his
protestations of friendship and invita
tions to visit ttie plantation. But Marcia
did not say a word, even of farewell.—
Philadelphia Item.
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aspect of a great European city, while !
within 100 miles lies Canton, the
typical Chinese city, a festering hole
of horrors, where the foreign lega
tions, with that discretion which is
the better part of valor, reside in the
"French Concession,” guarded day
and night by armed soldiers.
The streets of Canton are so nar
row that two sedan chairs can barely
pass by closely hugging the walls, and
the air is filled with foul odors, while
Hong-Kong can boast of fine Euro
pean buildings and cleanly streets. In
Canton it is not unusual to come upon
a pile of human bodies that have been
beheaded lying in the street waiting
to be carted away by the scavengers.
Perhaps the street urchins are seen
playing with one of the severed heads.
The flesh of cats and dogs can be util
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cuted criminal is only carrion.
Besides beheading there are many
ways of slow torture, and so callous
are these creatures to the sufferings
cf others that vast crowds collect to
watch the public punishment of crime.
In beheading no block or resting place
for the head is used. The neck is
stretched to its utmost by an assist
: ant, and th'* executioner with one
| blow severs the head from the body.
Over the threshold or in the vesti
bule of every house hangs a tiny lamp
that is never permitted to go out. This
is a shrine to the gods and to the de
parted spirits of ancestors, and is
looked upon as a safeguard against
all evil spells.
Labor needs no protective union
here, as the immutable laws of the
land make it a crime to rob labor of
its rights by employing a beast for
any work a man can do. This is why
the sedan chair remains the universal
mode of travel. It shocks the civil
ized stranger to find perhaps the
shoulder of one of his hired coolies
in the same sad condition as the back
of many a horse in this country.
Charity bids him call another coolie,
but the attempt to do so causes im
mediate trouble. There exists no so
ciety for the prevention of cruelty to ;
coolies.
Old Custom Now Used.
At the Saturnalia, the heathen pro
totype of Christmas, it was the Roman
custom to decorate the house with
evergreens. This was done to give
the woodland spirits a refuge from
the cold.
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324 Pittsburg Sl„ New Castle. Pa.
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