municipal officers
Mayor, M. L. Arnold,
Recorder, E. VV. Madness,
Treasurer, O. F. Craig,
0 Marshal, Walter Pascoe,"
Aldermen:- F. C. Hoyt, R. B. Ad
onis, T. II. Hearing, C. M. Edwards
and W. C. Mims.
Council meets first Monday night in
each month.
CHURCHES
Methodist church, services at 11, a.
m and 7:30 p.m. thesecond and fourth
Sunday in each month. Rev. .Jas. F.
Jernigan, pastor.
Baptist church, services at 3 p. m,
Saturday before first Sunday, and 11
• a. m. first Sunday in each month.
Rev. W. p. Jackson, pastor.
Christian church, services first and
trhird Sundays in each month atil a.
m. and 7:30 p. m. Rev. J. II. McDon
cel, Pastor.
FRATERNITIES
Bannelly Chapter R. A. M. meets
third Saturday night. I. C. Nuckolls,
E. H. P.; T. II. Hearing, Sec.
Newark Lodge F. & A. M. No. 248
meets second Saturday night. F. C.
Hoyt, W. M.; J. T. Tharp, Sec.
Newark Camp W.O. W. No. 288 meets
second and fourth Tuesday nights in
month. E. W. Magness, C. C.; O. F.
-Craig, Clerk.
Newark Grove W. C. No. 87 meets
first and third Tuesday nights. Mrs.
rC. M. Edwards, Guardian; N. A.
Speed, Clerk.
Newark Lodge I. O. O. F. No. 263
meets the first and third -Wednesday
nights. R. M. Galloway, N. G ; T. M.
Harrelson, Secretary.
Banner Rebekah Lodge No. 15
meets every Saturday afternoon at 3
o'clock. Mrs. T. J. Raney, N. G.; Miss
ILucy Lawton, secretary.
Independence Lodge No.*2379 K. &
Ij. of H. meets first and tnird Monday
anights in each month. E. M. Edgar,
Protector; Zed Griffith Secretary.
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It was six o'clock on a June
morning. His freight had now come
to the top of the heavy Locust Sum
mit grade; and as he stood on tlie
root of a box car he saw a girl
kneeling at an open upstairs win
dow in the house adjoining the sta
tion. Her head lay on her hands; a
few of her curls hung out over the
window-ledge and waved in the
breeze. Ben got oiT the ear and
stood looking up at her. This
chance perhaps Fortune herself had
put in his way. How often he had
watched those black curls through
the 'station window, when he
chanced to he there, and Cora Coyne
was in sight! Yet she had never
seen him. He gave a shill whistle.
Could anything be prettier than
that round, dimpled, sleepy dark
face which started up from the win
dow-sill, thd eyes bright from
sleep, the hair gracefully disordered!
For a second or two she was be
wildered. She looked down, and
saw an engine and train standing—
and something else; a brakeman,
cap in hand, looking up into her
face.
For only an instant she gazed at
him; then, with a little cry of mor
tification. leaped away from the
window and disappeared from his
view. But in that instant, she had,
with a woman's facility, noted how
yellow his hair and mustache were,
how big and blue his eyes, how
brawny bis shoulders, and how
handsome his face.
That was their introduction.
They became lovers. Every day
1 ^Or***/y ->_^ " |
Walked up and down the railroad.
Ben's train stopped at Locust Sum
mit, and every day Cora made it a
point to meet him ; sometimes for
only a word, sometimes for a pro
longed conversation. IIis southern
heart yearned towards this lovely
hit of northern womanhood. He
brought her novels; she loved to
read, and had few books.
“You see," she said, “uncle and
aunt are not hard on me. They
have but one child, and so 1 am not
obliged to work very much; I have
lots of leisure.”
“And your father?”
“Roaming the country somewhere.
Mother's death, five years ago. broke
him up so that lie's not like himself
arty more, poor fellow.”
It was a night in July. Ben's
train was waiting for orders. He
and his sweetheart were conversing
in low tones, as they walked up and
down the railroad.
So you liked ‘The Last of the
Mohicans?’ ”
“Yes, very much; but I should
have liked the story better had Maj.
Heyward married Cora and not
Alice.”
“That is just what I liked about
it. No wonder Maj. Heyward was
disgusted with Cora when her fa
ther told him of her birth.”
"Her birth? I don't under
stand.”
“Why, her mother was a creole.
or something: there was a trace of
negro or Indian blood in Cora,
faint perhaps, but there for all
that. I he girl trembled and grew
pale to the lips, lie felt her quiver
on bis arm. /‘Surely you are not
chilly to-night; wbv shiver?”
She was taken unawares, but her
answer shed only a faint light on
her thoughts. “What a coincidence
that my name is Cora too!" she
blurted out.
He laughed. "I don't see any
thing much in that; there are many
Coras, and no wonder, for the name
is so pretty.’
But you would not have married
Cora had you been Maj. Heyward,
even if you loved her as dearly as
he loved Alice?”
“Why don't you say, as dearly as
I love you, you puss. 1 could not
have loved Cora, once I knew of
her parentage. But what a peculiar
question! Come, let’s dismiss the
subject, it is near train time, and I
have something far more important
to say ; a question to ask of you,
something that means a great deal
to me.”
A whistle from the engine. ITii
arms slipped about her and he
kissed her lips; a warm kiss full of
love, a kiss Cora carried for ever in
her memory.
“Be mv wife, dearest: say yes.”
Xo sound from her colorless lips.
He pressed her again to him. “You
little goose, I thought 1 knew you,
but now T see that no man can ever
understand a woman. Who'd think
you so shy? Well, the answer to
morrow.”
He bounded across the rails, a
spring, he climbed the side of a
house car; stood on the top, cap in
hand, the moonlight falling on his
yellow hair; a kiss from the tips
of his lingers, then the train rolled
by, and Cora was alone.
She looked at the green waters of
the swamp, whence came the so
norous voices of the frogs.
"Oh, if 1 had never met him!”
she cried, in so low a tone that only
the frogs heard her. “And now to
give him up! Was it your fault,
mother dear, that your mother was
a mulatto? Was it a sin, a dis
grace? Wore not you and your
mother much better than many of
those cold white women whose blood
is not tainted like yours, but whose
hearts are foul and corrupt, as yours
was not? But why should 1 tell
Ben? He need never know. Still
how can 1 deceive such a man! But
I will. Let him make me his wife;
1 love him : whv should I ruin my
life?”
But. oh, I#eannot. I will not de
ceive him; if he looked at me with
his honest eyes, 1 could not. Good
bv to my fond hopes; 1 will tell him
all to-morrow. What if he were to
make me his wife, and then to iind
out, as he very likely would, about
mv mother. He would scorn and
despise me; and anything were bet
ter then that.”
“Cora! Cora! where are you?”
Her aunt’s voice reached her ears.
The girl started to her feet at the
sound, so suddenly that she well
nigh fell into the water. She hur
ried down the railroad to meet her
aunt, who stood near the station.
The light ffom the window falling
on her aunt’s face. Cora noticed
that she was pale and excited.
There was an engine, a '•pusher/’
standing near, wheezing and pant
ing.
"Get into the engine, Cora. Here
is a hat. I'll go with you.”
Her aunt led the wav and Cora
wonderingly followed her into the
cab. Her uncle was there, and on
his saying, “All right,” the engineer
started the engine, and the frogs’
song died away in the distance.
“Cora, 1 must be abrupt. It has
just come up over the wires that
dim Gibbons' freight ran away down
the grade and plunged off the track
at the curve.”
“And Ben Evans is killed?" came
in a hollow sound from Coras lips.
“Xo, he’s hurt and wants you."
Ben was lying on the bank on
some coats which the men standing
around had furnished: his eves
opening and closing, his breath Jail
ing, but lie knew Cora.
"Little wife," he whispered, as
her arms stole about his neck, and
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her hot 1 ipr-; pressed his forehead,
“that Mas not to he on earth, but
God grant it will tie in heaven.’
With a great effort lie raised his
arms, pul them about tier, pressed
her to him. and then all was over.
She knelt long holding his hand,
the moonlight and the glow of the
lanterns adding to her rich beauty.
From her heart arose the words:
“It was not t<> he on earth, but it
will he in heaven. Thank God, he
never knew."
And far up the railroad, in the
Locust Summit swamp, the I rogs
sang on. hut with a minor chord in
their music now ; as it were., a dirge.
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