Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1869-12-24
Mr.. Etheridpa we

tells them how to vote. Mr.. Etheridge we
don't know, unless he is the little fellow
that sits up in the corner and looks like q
possum, when he is punched in the ribs.
In the House of Commons we have Ste
phens, the miller and dealer IN Gents
Furnishing Goods-a greasy looking cuss,
upon whom fly would not light. And
then comes long, lank, lean, gaunt, tel
low by the name of Harris, from Franklin,
who was appointed mail carrier on the
North Carolina Railroad but WAS incompe-
tent. The same fellow who bis colleague
Mr.. Williamson, frsm Franklin, IA colored
man but @ true colored gentleman and
friend to his race,) said that he, (Harris),
tried to vote at Charlotte while he pre-
tended to represent Franklin county, now
a nice specimen he is! Ought he not to
hide for all the use he is to the good peo-
pie of Franklin =? The crows had better
have his carcass. This is the lot who wish
to rule North Carolina; this is the set OF
ragamufins and imbeciles who never had
any position before and never will again !;
this is the class of men who wish to hold
over contrary to the constitution OF n. q.
These are the men who would destroy the
last vestige of liberty in our good old State;
been hoisted into place aud power in our
State. Away with such chaff! Give US
another election and the men Of North
Carolina, both white and colored, will
wipe them out of political existence!
The NAME OF THE WHITE Man RUN OVER
BY THE TRAIN AT MARLBORO SUSPICION
OF Foul P1AT.-The body of the white
man run over by the train at Marlboro
Saturday night of last week has been iden-
titled as that of John D. Walker; whose
home is in Columbia township within
about six miles of Long Creek. He was in
the city that Saturday evening about dark
and then paid ex-Sheriff Bunting the sum
of $50. He said he was to start home i'm
mediately and it is believed he was to walk
It is certain that he left perfectly SOBER
During the early part of the past week the
family of the deceased feared some evil had
befallen him because Of his continued alb.
sence. Hearing that man had been kill
ed by the train at Marlboro his son and
the body, which was identified as that Of
Walker, and taken to his home for rein
terment. This was either Wednesday or
Thursday when friends were in the city
making inquiries regarding the deceased.
There are whispers among the dead
mans relatives of fonl play, and without
any defninte reason being given they sus-
pect that he was murdered and placedon the
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cradle sum of money about him when he
left here Saturday night. About thirty
cents was all that was found on the body,
we believe, when the Coroner held his in
quest. The coat of the dead man Was not
on the body then but laying beside it. No
juries other than those evidently caused
by the train were discovered on the body.
How the Doctor Got Lost i'm a sno,y<irtf..
We think the following story ''too good
to keep" and, as we promise not to betray
the heros name and place of residence.
We hope he will forgive rs for telling how
he got lost in a snow storm.
It was pleasant place--tho house of
the Doctor-just in the edge of the woods.
The house was one of those neat little cot
tages where one expects alWays to find
comfort, peace and happiness.
1t was almost hidden among the trees,
with which the ground had been SO lavish
II adorned. Some were 50 large that you
would think they must be centuries old.
The Doctor anu his wife lived here
alone, with the exception of boy whom
the Doctor had taken 10 do chores for him
and to be company for his patients; for al
though, as said, he was getting old, the
people of the little village near could not
have been persuaded 10 give up their faith
full physician.
One day it had been snowing-such a
show storm as you Western people seldom
see. The beautiful white flakes seemed
to vie with each other to see which should
reach its destination soonest, and the
sky above seemed one endless sheet of
snow.
WELL" said the Doctor to bis wife, as
he returned from his round Of calls, ST
am glad there are not many sick just now
for an old man like me-" and he shook the
snow from his great coat and handed it to
Bruce to hang up, saying that he should
not need it any more that night.
Just as he had seated himself ct the tea
table and his wife was pouring out his tea,
loud rap was heard at the door.
cit is some belated traveller" decided
the Doctor as he arose to open the door.
Il wont you to go and see my wife Doc
tor, said the visitor as he seated himself
by the fire.
"What, go ten miles such night as this?
1t is impossible % retorted the Doctor
81 fear she will de-. said the man.
''unless you do. [ have man here with
me, and we have shovels; we will see YOU
safe through, if you will CO."
The amount of it was, the Doctor won't
1t is not my purpose to dwell on his
ride there; for it was made comparatively
easy by the aid of strong arms and shov-
els; nor of sick woman, but of his Journey
home. The snow was still whirling thick
and fast as the Doctor tucked himself
snugly in his light cutter for the home
ward trip, and started off briskly; for Mel
lie was anxious to get home to her warm
stable.
The Doctor was not very we'll acquain-
ted with the roundabout way be came.
and with the darkness and binding snow
he soon became bewildered. So after q
while, thinking be had ridden farther than
the distance to his home, he thought he
would trust his horse to get him out Of the
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