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The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1892-11-11

THE recent election in the United
States has demonstrated to the world
that neither the South, nor any other por-
ton of this country, wants or needs a
force bill.
The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1892-11-11

Happy and content is a home with " The Ro-
chester; a lanp with the light of the morning.
Catalogues, write Rochester LampCN., NewYork.
The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1892-11-11

Simmons Liver Regulator cured me O
general debility and loss of appetite
Mrs. Edmund Fitton, Frankfort, Pa.
The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1892-11-11

THE GLOBE Is entered at the pOstoffce. Dur
ham. n. C., as mail matter az the second class.
The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1892-11-11

lT Is a pity, that while MCKINLEY was
getting up a protective tariff for other
monopolists, he hadn't worked in a
clause to protect BEN HARRISON and his
administration from the votes Of his
fellow citizens. Not free trade, but free
votes, have done The business-and done
it right.
The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1892-11-11

pudiated by a few long cared nincom-
poops, because it exposed the damnable
pension frauds. The American people
on Tuesday endorsed its course by a
large majority. Let the regulators go
10 Ii.
Tue six hundred and forty odd United
States supervisors appointed to overlook
the election in North Carolina was both
an insult to this people, and a useless ex-
penditure of the tax payers money. The
only purpose they served was to gain the
contempt Of their acquaintance.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-07-07
The ChiId's Idea.

A lady who was going into a picture
gallery on the avenue dropped single
red rose she held in her hand and it lay
on the threshold when a thin-faced,
ragged child stopped to look at it.
you can have it," said the lady, who
was returning to her carriage.
But the child did not seem to con.
meet the richly dressed lady with the
beautiful flower. She looked from il
to the blue sky long and earnestly.
well" said the lady, amused at the
scene, why don't you pick up the
rose?"
Il dassn't," answered the child,
humbly, not offering to touch it.
But l told you to take it, child. Il
is mine," said the lady.
ooh" responded the child, drawing
long breath, Il thought it was Gods
rose and that mebby He dropped il
thsre."
"You poor child" said the lady, kind.
~, cit is Gods rose and yours and
mine, too" and she picked it up and
handed it to the little girl.
But the child put her hand behind
her and ran off without touching the
red rose. She could not comprehend
how rose could drop from heaven like
a star to lie at her feet and she wa:
afraid OF bounty that was of so I'm.
usual a nature.--D9trnH Ha'o0 p~ess-
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-07-07
Raising RattIesnakes.

AS it is usually considered desirable
to get rid of such unpleasant neigh
bors, this is an occupation quite out of
the common way. An old hunter, ac-
custOmed to all kinds of dangers, found
that there was money to be made IL SELL
ING rattlesnake oil to the druggists, and
as he had the good fortune to live
among mountains where rattlesnakes
were plentiful, he concluded to try the
experiment Of a rattlesnake farm.
Instead of clearing away the rocks
from the side of the hill on which he
had taken up his abode, he gathered
more, until he had made a regular
snake grotto, with plenty of holes in it,
and everything that snakes could de-
sire for a residence. Catching the
reptiles and introducing them to their
new quarters were mere child's play
for so experienced a hand, and the
queer farm was soon progressing fine
ly.
But as the hunter did not wish to re-
ceive calls from his wriggling tenants,
he took care to build his own dwelling
very substantially of stone, and cement
ed it both inside and out before he
stocked the farm. No snake could get
in very easily, even had it been dis
posed to leave the charming quarters
so carefully provided for it; and this
feeling of security was great help to
the courageous man in managing his
colony. Day after day he brought
home fresh recruits, until the assem-
blage had reached the respectable
number of ten thousand or so; and
every year about two thousand are
killed for the sake of their oil, which is
used in making liniments. 1t seems
strange, indeed, that any healing prop
erty should be found in one of the most
venomous of reptiles.
Rattlesnakes, like bears, 90 into
winter-quarter for long sleep, and in
the autumn they are always in their
best and latest condition. This is the
season, therefore, when they yield the
most oil, and it is known as killing
time" on Rattlesnake Farm. The
snakes come daily to be fed in a cleared
spot, like domestic animals, and are
then easily caught with slip-noose OF
wire. After being despatched, they are
taken to the house, and thrown into a
caldron to render out the oil, which is
put into heavy bottles, and shipped to
wholesale druggists all over the coun-
try.-H0rper'S YOUNG People.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-07-07
MISS cUsHMAN's ONLY LOVE.
How the Famous Actress Discovered the
Duplicity of Her Leading Man.

Charlotte Cushman, the actress, was
in love but once in her life. She met
in Cincinnati, where she was playing,
an actor named Clark, with whom she
fell in love. Through her efforts
Clark was advanced to leading man in
the company and the course of true
love ran smoothly. One night the
actress met a strange woman behind
the scenes between the acts. The
woman came up to her and addressed
her thus:
You are Charlotte Cushman, the
great actress. Haven't you GOT enough
men to admire you without coming
between man and wife and robbin' me
of my husband?"
Your husband?" cried Miss Cush-
man, getting excited.
yes, and you have taken or you are
tryin' to take him from me-" continued
the ragged woman, looking Miss Cush-
man full in the face.
who is your husband?"
Conrad Clark" replied the woman,
"the father of this child" pointing to
a half-starved, thin little child in her
arms.
Miss Cushman started as if she had
been shot. She went through her part
that night as usuaI-acted it splendid
ly-brought down the house; then,
after the performance, she sent for
Clark to come to her room. Clark
knocked and then opened the door.
She brought forward to him his wife
and baby, who had been waiting in
the dreSSin groom to receive him, Such
a reception! Charlotte Cushman
never looked or acted so grandly on
the stage in all her life as she did that
night in her dressing-room, says the
Philadelphia Times. She waved Clark
away with q greater majesty than
ever as Queen Catherine she waved
away Cardinal WoIsey, and then, 60
ing to her hotel, probably she had
good crying spell But she never
loved AGAIN.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-07-07
Dropped In to His Club.

This is story of the most celebrated
literary man Detroit has sent forth into
the world. ! donot mention his name,
because he did not tell me this story
for publication, and as he is in Amer
lea at the present moment / cannot
ask his permission. We were dining
together at the Savage club one night
and left to 90 to the Greenroom club
certainly you know who | mean
still, if he chides me ] can say that
that was your shreWdness-I didn't
mention the name. As we passed
along q street that leads from the ter
race on which the Savage club is now
situated he pointed out a severely re-
spectacle house and said:
There is where the X club used to
BE. | was a member Of the X club for
some years and always liked to drop
in there because everything was so
quiet. | had been in America for a
few years and coming back | strolled
down the Strand, wondering where |
would 90 that evening, when | thought
of the \ club. | rang the bell and a
man in livery let me in. He was not
the porter | used to know, so | said i
am a MEMBER and passed into the
smoking room. | saw they had been
changing things since I was there be-
fore. There was an air of respectable
ity about the place that was new to
me. | sat down in the easiest chair l
could find and put my feet on the
table, lighting a cigar. The man in
livery watched me with evident con-
Germ. Things are different from what
they used to be here, [ said.
YES, sir. We've been improving
of 'em a bit, sir
so | see. Just bring me a glass of
sherry-and, say, isn't dinner ready
yet?'
DINNER will be ready in 'alf an
hour, sir
"'WeIl, keep place at the table for
me, will you? Do you know if there
are going to be many here to-night?'
4 don't know, sir. | will see, sir.
$50 he went away looking Supplied.
Presently an astonished looking, very
dignifed old gentleman came in with
an evening paper in his hand.
Did you wish to see me, he asked,
taking my attitude with evident dis
pleasure.
Not particularly. Still am glad
to see any of the mempers.'
4 think you have made a mistake,
sir. This is private residence
Bless my soul" l said, springine
up and making for my hat, L Thoughts
it was the X club
cit used to be, said the old man
with freezing dignity; good evening"
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-07-07

She was a specialized woman from
Boston, visiting in Virginia for the
first time. In the evening an owl in
an old tree down the road BEGAN To
boot. ITO WHO'D! to whooln came the
weird and lonesome call The vouno
woman stepped to the door to listen.
ITO WHO'D! to whoo!" came the call
again. What's that?" she INQUIRED.
AN owl. said her hostess. Indeed ?"
and her spectacles went up critically.
We'll. all l have to say is, its language
IS frightfully ungrammatical. detroit
Free Press.
you say" said Judge Sully McDuf-
fie, that the accused sought to bride
you with SHOP" "Yes, sir, " replied the
officer. And when l took him out to
search his premises he tried to slip a
s. bill into my hand and" And
did you not take it?" asked Judge Nc
Dutfie, incredulously. No, sir, did
not" calmly replied the officer. "How
long have you been on the force?" in
CURED his honor. "Since the 10th of
last month";" was the officers answer.
We'll, that accounts for it, " remarked
his honor. You may step asiden-
Texas SittiaGS.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-07-07
WITH DlRCE AND WITH 0UICKSTEP,
The Difference Between Going To and
From Funeral

The jollity that prevails on many of
the funeral trains returning from
burials is something which adds a
great deal of emphasis to the remark,
Nv hat a queer world this" A Chi
cago Tribune man who has been among
the passengers on many of these trains
during the last twelve months has seen
some emphatic contrasts in the de-
pertinent of the outgoing and incom-
Ing friends OF the deceased" This
contrast is more usually found upon
trains where the number of friends"
is made up of the day-la boring class
and their families-people to whom a
ride in steam cars to the wooded out
skirts of the city always partakes more
Of the nature of holiday excursion.
The license which by some unwritten
yet apparently well recognized law
permits having a gay time by these
home-bOund, Grape bedecked passen-
gers is lived up to with rollicking
spirit such as would do liberal justice
to the merriest knot of picknickers
that ever invaded a wooded dell
And where's the harm?
Isn't the example for such a time on
5uCu dH OcCdSIOu oCU-LO at least some
extent-at every notable burial service
that includes a band of music in con-
nection with procession?
Where is the man or woman, what
ever the walk or rank in life, who
hasn't heard a funeral band" play a
qGickstep coming from the silent city?
Indeed, it seems to be eminently the
thing to do.
Is life so long that the hard working
man can afford to spend all of his rare
ly acquired holidays in sackcloth and
ashes? Within the last few days a
train load of people whose big, rough
hands and brawned faces told that they
were Of the number who did the worlds
rough work, came in singing in mighty
choruses, Maggie Murphy's Home"
annie Rooney, Paddy DuIfy's Cart"
etc. Going the other way all was
quiet, and the dullest observer could
not have failed noting that the deport-
ment was above reproach.
1t is Il way of the world this world
Of dirges and quickstePs.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-07-07
Not at Home When He Is Drunk

King Gungunyane is sadly addicted
to African beer, but the white mer
who know him think be is blessed
with considerable good sense. He rules
the big territory of GAIA, south of the
ambesi, and while ago he was visited
by missionary. For several days the
King declined to see his visitor. 1t
happened to be time of festival and
rejoicing, and his Majesty was very
deep in his cups. When he was urged
to see the missionary at once, he said:
Il will not see him now. | would
see any other of the white men in my
country, because we drink together
and get drunk together, but | am not
going to make a fool of myself by let
ting this, missio nary see me drunk
when he sees me for the first time in
his life"
After about week the missionary
obtained an audience. The potentate
was then fairly sober, though suffering
from the effects of his long spree. In
the blandest manner he gave the
missionary permission to establish mis-
sionary stations in his country.-N. T.
Sun.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-07-07
A Visit to a Lighthouse.

The keeper lived in a nice brick
house close to the tower, and also
painted white. Unlocking the tower
door, we began to climb the iron stair
which winds round and round inside
until your head swims. 1t was very
dark q don't remember any windows
there). Up and up we went, quite
slowly, the keeper leading until the
stairs seemed to run right up against
the ceiling; but the keeper pushed a
bolt aside, stepped up one more step,
and a flood of light came down upon
us. He had opened an iron trap-door,
and we went up through the opening
1t was a tight fit, | tell you. | don't
think it could have been more than
eighteen inches square, I could just
squeeze through.
There we were at last, on the top,
close to the lantern. | can't describe
it scientifically, but it was a beauty.
All of brass and thick plate glass, both
wonderfully polished. In the center
was the lamp, which holds two quarts
of kerosene oil; but the light uses near
ly four quarts every night, between
sunset and sunrise. So, each night, at
about midnight, the second lamp full
of oil has to be set in place. Think of
that, boys! Every night in the year,
at midnight, that keeper has to get out
of a warm bed, climb the long stairs,
and change the lamp. 1t may be a
cold winter night, the thermometer be-
low zero, with furious gale shaking
the tower and driving the spray clear
over the top. No matter; the lamp must
be changed.
The lantern stands about two and a
half feet high, on an iron pedestal as
high, and has clock-wOrk attachment,
run by heavy weight, which hangs
halfway down the tower, in a groove
in the wall. The keeper puts in a big
key and turns it once or twice. Now
watch" he says; and then slowly, very
slowly, the whole lantern begins to
move. at turns around once in three
minutes" he says, land shows a flash
each side for quarter of a minute, once
every half-minute. At that point to
the southeast it shows red through that
red pane there. That S what we call
the red sector"
why does it?"
There S a dangerous shoal in that
direction"
So now you will know what a sector"
is in a lighthouse.
There is room to walk around the
lantern, but a man six feet high would
have only two inches space above his
tall hat! The sides of the tower here
are thick panes of beautifully clear
glass, almost half an inch thick; yet
sometimes they are broken. By what,
do you think? Why, by wild ducks
and geese flying against them, dazzled
by the light!
The little room in which we are is
very hot; the big panes of glass around
it cannot be opened, and though there
is thick yellow shade to each one, l
am almost faint with the heat.
So we 60 down again, through the
little trap-door, into the dark tube OF
the tower, where our footballs and
voices ring hollow on the iron stairs
and the cold white walls. How cool
and refreshing it is after the sitting
little top room! Down and around we
90, till once more the bottom is
reached, and we step. outside on the
grass again. William abbott, IN ST..
Nicholas.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-07-07
FACING A LION.
The Premium on Bravery Reduced by
the an Who Wasn't Afraid.

In one of the side shows connected
with the circus was a cage with q sim
gle lion in IL. On the cage was pla-
card reading: This beast has killed
ten men. One thousand dollars to any
one who dares enter his cage" A big
sign to the same effect was hung uo
outdoors, and those who didn't go in
to see the fat boy and the mermaid
surely wanted to gaze on the lion.
There was a good crowd in, and the
lecturer was about TO begin on the
mermaid, when L little old man. who
was bowlegged anu hum pbacked,
crowded to the front and said:
TX here. | want to try for that
S1,O0J. Gimme a show at that lion"
My friend. do YOU want to be torn
into dog meat?" asked the lecturer in
reply. You wouldn't live thirty Sec
onds after entering the cage"
as he a Numidian lion?"
"He is, and one of the most savage
beasts ever captured"
KILLED ten men, eh?"
"He has"
wall. I'd like to tackle him. If he
kills me that'l be 'lAven. | want that
thousand dollars mighty bad, and I'm
willing to run considerable risk.
Gimme a fair show, will ye"
You keep right away from his cage.
No man in liquor should get within
ten feet of a Numidian lion"
Il haven't drunk drop of Ticker in
ten years." Indignantly exclaimed the
old man. Darn you and your old
Numidian lion to boot! You amt
willm' to give a man show"
He backed off, and the lecturer de-
livered the usual Grafton on the mer-
maid. He was about to begin on the
fat boy, when the Numidian lion
uttered a series of roars, and every
body's attention was attracted to the
cage. The little old man had slipped
around and opened the door and en-
tered. Not only that, but he had that
lion by the tail and was drawing him
backward around the cage. Men
shouted and women shrieked, and the
lecturer rushed forward and shrieked:
Man! mani but you must be mad!"
Never felt better natured in my
life, " replied the old man, as he stopped
to rest.
COLu6 Out, VI JOu Will D0 Co1A W
pieces"
q rayther guess not! There's only
one Numidian critter in here, and he
don't seem to be on the tear very
much. He-up, here, you old moss
back, and take another promenade"
He was drawing the beast around
the cage again when the lecturer en-
tered it and said something in a low
voice.
Make it ten and I'll do it" replied
the old man in loud tones. you said
you'd give a thousand, but being it's
hard times for money I'll let you off
easy. Make 'er ten and pay me before
| let 90 of his tail"
1t was handed to him then and
there, and he descen ed, wiped his
hands on the grass, and feelingly OBJ
served to the circle of admirers:
"Durn my hide, but when a man
brings any sort of a thing into this
Down and sends out a def I'm right on
deck! That's the fust critter from MI
midia | ever tackled, but I'll be look
in for more from this on. Everybody
come out and have some red lemonade
with mel"
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-07-07
SHE SMOOTHED HIM OVER,
How the Newly Betrothed Girl STAYED
OF Her Lovers First Kiss.

Here is just an ordinary study in
conrtShip. The question has been
asked and answered.
After it was all settled he begged
her to kiss him, but she shook her
rurls about her face and said: Il have
old YOU before that no man but the
one | marry"
But, my darling, you are going to
marry me-" he interrupted wildly.
She fastened to soothe him. Il
know, / know, Dick | said so and [
expect will, but you know, dear, how
uncertain am about such things. Be-
sides, think. if just because expected
to marry person / had to let them
Kiss me, where should | have been by
now? Why, kissed through. expect.
No, dear; you will just have to wait
about that till it is an actually done
for, sure thing for both of us. Now.
don't 90 to jumping around, please
He did jump around, of course. and
made fool of himself. When he oot
quiet she held up her pink finger and
began judicially: Now, Dick, dear,
let's have it settled. Are you going to
be good and nice and love me and be-
have as YOU can, or are you going right
on treating me like brute, and must
| send you away?"
Il don't mean to treat you like a
brute" said he, land if you send me
away I shall kill myself"
"Oh, Dick, wish YOU wouldn't! Let's
talk quiet and sensible. Do you love
me or do you not?"
Il love you with all my SOUL"
"And not because I am good or nice
or kind or-or anything, but just be-
cause you love me?"
Just because l love you," he said,
wiping his forehead
But, Dick, am good and nice and
kinda" This very softly and sweetlv.
You are every thing that is lovely"
he groaned.
And, Dick, when You feel like being
cross at me again, you-you will re-
member l am lovely, won't you?"
Il will remember"
All right-run away home now"
Now, what chance has a man with
such Woman2 asks the Washington
Post. He had half made up his mind
to get out Of the whole thing, but-she
looked mighty pretty-not too sudden
ly. 4 will call Tomorrow" he said.
Ihereat she lifted up her round chin
and remarked: "PerhapS | will refuse
TO see you tomorrow.
You viii not" he warned.
ooh, yes; ! may-you can't tell If
l do, what will YOU do? VIII YOU come
again next day?" After a pause: ooh,
dear. what shall do if refuse to see
you tomorrow and You do not come
again next day?"
Naturally he came arain every day.
Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-07-07
Standing on His Head.

Wagner, the eminent composer, had
the nerves of an acrobat. Once he
was climbing a precipitous mountain
in company with young friend.
When some distance up and walking
along a narrow ledge, the companion
who was following, called out that ne
was growing giddy.
Wagner turned round on the ledge
of rock, caught his friend, and passed
him between the rock and himself to
the front.
His biographer, Ferdinand Praeger,
relates an incident of visit to Wag-
ner at his Swiss home. The two men
sat one morning on an ottoman in the
drawing-room, talking over the events
of the year.
Suddenly Wagner, who was 60 years
old, rose and stood upon his head upon
the ottoman.
At that moment Wagner's wife en-
tered. Her surprise and alarm caused
her to run to her husband, exclaiming:
"Ah! Richard! Richard" Quickly re-
covering himself. he assured her that
he was sane and wished to show that
he could stand on his head at 80, which
was more than Ferdinand could do
Exchange,