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THE LARK IN HIS GLORY.

work of saving them by creating public
opinion in their favor will have to 90 on
year after year, and hope [ may still do
something to help"
Charles a. Keller who is both scientist
and a poet, and who has made a special
study of California birds, also adds his tes-
timony to the fact that the lark is not only
a singer, but a guardian of the fields. Joa-
quin Miller, who Is poet and farmer,
declares: Il would shoot the man who shot
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1t is as easy to call back stone thrown
from the hand as to call back the word
that is spoken.
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1895-12-24
HOUSEHOLD
TO MAKE A HOME OUT OF A
HOUSE HOLD.

We find ourselves quite often puz
zled as to the issues of right and wrong
in the practical questions of daily life.
We have a growing inclination to some
course of procedure concerning the
wisdom or propriety or laWfulness of
which we cannot help entertaining a
doubt. Will it do for US 10 go forward
or will it violate some standard of duty
by which we ought to be governed9
May we crafty our desire, or will
such self indulgence strain and weaken
our allegiance to the purest morality A!
May we safely take some step quite
agreeable to US, or will the act exert
an unWholesome influence on those
whose estimate of good and evil is af-
fected by our examplel We wish we
could q clearly the merits of the
case, and we cannot assume the affirm
alive in the problem of privilege with
out some slight misgiving as to the
vindication Of our course. We do not
mean to do wrong, and we hope we
have not gone astray, for nothing
would induce us to trample upon any
positive law of rectitude. Still there
is a little cloud brooding the whole
~transanction, within which there may
luck above our head a shadow of con
domination. How can we be guided in
such questions of personal conduct SO
as to see the right c,e lrly through the
haze and commit no trespass9 There is
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1895-12-24
CHAPTER VI.

IS IT THUS YOU REPAY MY KINDNESS p
In the hallway he met Oliver Gray.
R jectedT he said aud passed on.
Oliver Gray, with determination
plainly depicted upon every feature,
entered the drawing-room. He was now
to play bare the vile, selfish nature that
iurked beneath are6ned and cultivated
exterior. He found his daughter where
st. Clair had left her, standing near
the center of the room
"Soyou'Ve refused St. Clair. " he said
coming directly to the subj act.
Certainly, father, " in surprise, what
else could 1 do9"
Accepted him, of course
"O1, father! have you forgotten R ID
ert so soon?'
r ber What has he to do with
it,"
Father, can you ask2'
But the boy is dead! Why cry for
split milk You will marry soma one.
Why not ST. Claire"
Il shall never marry, father"
'Neverr'
"Neverl father"
And why, prayG"
Can you ask, dsar father, wher
You know that to Robert I gave M
heart, and to him I pledged my wore
none other than he would I m2rry7'
But the boy is dead, I repeat-wha'
'Oolishness you are talkingl"
know has dead" and her voice
was sad and low, ''but living or dead
|y heart Is his. Mt even in death
VIII prove false to him-aevert'
The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1895-12-24
A LITTLE ALAN ANCE GIRL
LOOKING FORWARD TO
CHRISTMAS.

Mr.. EDITOR:-Will you let a little
girl ten years old join young folks Cd
umn9 I live in Alamance county,
and am an Alliancemaq's daughter.
I am going to school. 1t won't be long
until Christmas, I will be glad when it
comes, thinking old Santa will bring
me something. But papa says the
times are go hard we will not get much.
I have five brothers and two sisters
You may know by this I cannot get
much. Please publish my first letter.
1 will try and do better the next time.
LULA ALBRIGHT.
I'VE hope Santa Claus will do his
full duty when he gets to our little
friends house. Editor
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SHE WRITES WELL.

LEXINGTON, N. @,
Mr.. EDIToR:-I am glad to see a
column for the young folks, and On
joy it very much, I also en- ~ reading
Aunt Fanny's letter. I hope more of
the young people will write for our
column. I live in the country, On a
farm, and enjoy farm life very much.
1 I'M going to school and like to go
very much. How many of the young
folks are fond of music9 lam for one.
My father is a miller, and frequently
sister and I go to the mill to keep papa
company, and romp over the mill
My mamma is a great lover of flowers,
and c~ultivates a great many. I am
very fond of them. w. @. G.
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LIKES AUNT FANNY.

MERRY OARS, n. @.
Mr.. EDIToR:-Will you allow me to
enter your young folks column? I read
your valuable paper and think it is a
good one I enjoy reading it, especi
ally the fifth page. I hope the boys
and girls will write more in the future.
I think Aunt Fanny's piece on borrow
ing and lending is a good one. I hope
she will continue to write such pieces,
as I thiok it was a good one on those
that can think to borrow and forget to
pay back. I will close by asking a
question. What great minister ex
claimed: "Oh! God 1t is all over" If
this escapes the waste basket, I will
write more next time.
Respectfully,
sexton ENNIS
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Tut Tut That's all sentimental
nonse. Comet Act like a sensible girl
Give me your word that you will
marry ST. Claire"
Father, I cannot"
You mean that you will not"
'In substance, yes"
Evelyn Gray !" and his voice was
harsh and cold; Il will no y tell YOU
that which I hoped I might be spared
the pain-the deep humiliation-of re.
vealing to you: Tonight Istand before
you a beggar. My reputed wealth has
gone to the dogs Every acr of land
I once owned is now heavily mort
gagged. Even the roof that now shelters
us will soon be sold from over our
headss and we shall be turned out into the
world penniless. ST. Clair is wealthy.
He will redeem our property if you
will but marry him. Speak! girl, will
you marry him9"~
Evelyn stood as though rooted to the
spot, dazed and bewildered-as nation
less as stone.
''Once again, and for the last time,
my daughter, 1 plead with you: Will
you save us-will you marry this man,
our only means of redemptionR"
From white, trembling lips cams the
answer, low but distinct
Never"
UWbattr cried he. striding towards
her, unable longer to suppress the vol
,canic rage that boiled within him.
"What! In the face of all I have told
you, do you dare defy mel"
He raised his clinched fist as though
to strike her. Then pointing his finger
toward the door, he Kissed:
"Go!-ungrateful being that you areI
1 took you from my doorstep a name.
less waif. I have fed you, clothed
you, educated you-raised you in
luxury and wealth-and now, in my
old age, when I ask you, by a little sacri-
flee, to save me from a pauper's gave,
you coldly refuse. Is it thus you re-
pay my kindness9"
Father, dear father" she cried,
dropping on her kness at his feet, say
no more; I will marry ST. Clair"
Then clasping her hands she raised
het eyes
"Robert-my Robert - forgive me,
darling! 1 do it to save my father"
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in most of these puzzles one indisput-
ably safe side.
1t may not ba quite right to crafty
our inclination in a given instance, but
1t is unquestionably right not to do so.
Shall we take thecup lifted to our lips,so
sparkling and fragrant and stimulat-
luRG We hesitate to. say eyes," but,
without hesitation, we may say NO."
and forego the tempting draught.
There is some profitable walk of
business, the influence of which upon
the public good and the commonsafety
Is often questioned, but the profits: of
which are large. May we engage in it
without censure9 Well, there will be
no deserved reproach for letting. it.
alone.
viii it be safe and right for US to
place upon our board for our own use,
and to Offer TO our guests, stimulating
ana intoxicating drinks, and to &C
custom u children to this feature of
domestic Iife9 We hope we have
enough strength of self control-and
that others have-to prevent any mis-
chief. That may be so, but it cannot
be denied that-abstinence is safe.
There is some style of public entertain.
ment which, in it's own nature. or in
the character of it's performers, or in
the more usual and prevalent type of
its exhibition, is a violation of the most
sensitive purity and delicacy. May 1
sanction aud endorse it with my pres
ence, for the sake of some qualification
of my taste9 If, in such qualification,
I have no thought, or meaning or ex-
perience but what is pure and whole
some, still if there be a question of it's
propriety and beneficence on the broad
scale of public morals, it will can
not dispute-be safe for me to stay
away, and keep my skirts clear from
the possible appearance of evil.
There is one safe side. Let US learn
and apply this truth in all the round
of our personal habits, and so escape
impeachment from God and man.
Aunt Lizzie, in Boston Budget.
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179D

arms" They hesitated, a skirmish
ensued in which seven Americans, the
first martyrs of the Revolution was
killed.
I will ask a question. Who in a
voice of thunder ordered a sentinel to
surrender. By what authority 2 asked
the frightened officer. He said: TIN
the name of the great Jehovah and the
continental congress. I wish your
good paper in every home. 1 will close.
Yours truly,
j. EVERETT RITCHLE.
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/, PAPA < THE PAPER

90 JUSTICE, N. @.
Nh. EDIToR:-I am a little girl 9
years old. Papa takes your paper and
also three other papers, and he says
he likes your paper better than any
of the others. I like to read the
poetry and the young folks column in
your paper. Papa is a farmer. He
plants corn, tobacco and a little cotton.
I have two brothers aud a sister
younger than myself. I am going to
school, and I hope I will learn so I can
write a better letter next time.
PEARL P. STALLINGs.
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TO MAKE A HOME our OF A
HOUSEHOLD.

Toe completeness of life is in it's
power to complete another. Toe more
closely two souls are interlinked the
more truly does one live on in the
other when death has parted them.
This is a peculiarly important truth
in considering the relation between pa
rent and child. 1t is easily understood
how the life of a parent who has faith
fully moulded and trained his child
lives on as an influence in that child's
life after the parent has been called
away. But when death has suddenly
claimed the child we do not so often
think of the child's influence as an inn
portant factor in the world's life
through the parent, as, indeed, through
others with whom the child has come
into close contact. The fact is, no life
ought to be regarded as in vain be
cause of the fewness of it's years. It is
possible for a child's life of six or seven
years to prove a more powerful lever
in moving the world ~heavenWa1d than
many another life of ~three-score and
ten. The fatheriwho has studied his son
as well as loved him, who has planned
for him and hoped in him, who has
lived close by him in play and in study
in walking and in sleeping, in mirth
and in tears-5hat father has no good
reason to fear that his child's life was
a life lived in vain, because it seems SO
much like a foundation without su
perstructure. The little life was a well
rounded life in the change it has
wrought in him, in the atmC sphere it
has left in the home. the school, the
church and on the street. Toe parent,
the world, is superstr Gcture to which
the child was foundation. A father
who had lost lin belief only a seven
year-old boy, in whom he had center
ed much of this life force, was thus
written to in coincidence: "Of one
thing I am confident, that life will be
happier for many a seven year old
child, because your little boy was
given to you in trust"
This is the coincidence that is COM
fort; this gives the father the respon-
sibility of being a parent still. The
child's life and character which he
helped to train and build came back as
a legacy in trust. And from that trust
the world is to be perpetualIy enriched.
A boys work is not a mans work, but
the mans work ought to be more a
mans work for the boys working
through it. One life assists to com
plete the other. Aunt Lizzie in Boston
Budget.
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SECOND

A nan with a panied expression Of
countenance sat ON a dry goods box.
"Are you ill?' some one asked.
mo"
"Have you lost anythingG"
Never had anything to lose"
What's the matter, thenY"
I'm sitting on a wasp"
"Why don't you get up9"
Well, that was my first impulse
but I got to thinking I was hurtin' the
wasp as badly as he was hurtin' me,
and concluded to sit here awhile"
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HOW TO TELL TIME.

my father said the small boy to
the woman who was calling On his
mother, lisa great man. He knows
what time it is without even looking
at his watch"
"What do you mean TommyG'
asked the visitor.
"Oh, when I hollow out and ask him
what time it is in the morning, he al
ways says it is time to get up. And
when I ask him what time it is in the
evening he always says, Time to go to
bed Tommy. 1.-THE Waterbury.
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FROM "A LITTLE SCHOOL GIRL.

GREENvILLE, N. G..
MR.. EDTToR:-WIl you please allow
a little school girl to write to your good
paper9 I go to school and like it very
much. will try and answer the ques-
ton asked.-Wh on the battlefield
said: "Disperse ye rebels, lay down
your arms and dispense" Major
Pitcairn. I will ask a question. Where
was the first battle of the Revolution
airy war fought9 I will close for the
first time. I hope my letter won't
find the way to the waste basket. Pa
takes The PROGRESSIVE FARMER and
says it is the best paper in North Caro-
lima. MATTE LITTLE.
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CHAPTER VII.
MAID. WIFE AND WIDOW"

MAID, WIFE N WIDOW"
Christmas day, the appointed time
for the marriage, at last came. ST.
Clair, for reasons already made known
to the reader, had urged that it take
place earlier, but in vain. When asked
to set the date, E Jelyn had said,
Christmas day." and no arguments or
pleadiDgs could induce her to change
the appointed time. Christmas or
never" was her answer.
Tney are married in the afternoon,
and at eight o'clock that evening leave
for the depot to take the $50 north
bound train for the bridegroom's home.
They have been gone not more than
a quarter of an b ur. Oliver Gray,
with nothing but his sad thoughts for
company, sits in the library. Heavy
footsteps are heard in the hallway,
and then some one raps loudly at the
library door. Oliver Gray springs to
his feet with a start; ne goes toward
the door, but before he can reach it,
it is thrown violently open and two
gentlemen enter the room.
Good God!' cried Oliver Gray,
staggering back, his face the hue OF
death-"R0b ert Iceland can it be
you3"
Without answering his question,
Robert Iceland, for it was indeed he,
asked:
"Oliver Gray, where is your daugh-
ter Evelyn9
A heart-stricken groan burst from
his lips.
I'VE thought you dead, R 'bert-lost
at sea-"
80 this r nor 1 hear of Evelyn being
married is true9"
Only too true. Would to G ID that
it was mott"
ANSWER ma one more question and
then I will go: Did she marry of her
own free will, or were influences, too
strong for her to resist, brought to
bear3'
Here Oliver Gray broke complely
down, and to do him justice. madea clean
breast of the whole matter.
''She loved you, Robert, and you
alone, till the last" he concluded,
tears running down his furrowed
cheeks.
when did this marriage take placer
Robert asked.
Late this afternoon" was the an
swer.
And the gentleman's name-this
friend of yours-you have not told me
that"
Raymond st. Clair"
"St. Clair" exclaimed Robert and
his companion in one voice.
"Merciful heavene.' exclaimed the
latter-''the very man I have been
trying to run aground for the past eight
months! Is it possible you have mar.
ried her to that villain, thief, cut
throatG d. you know, Sir, that he
is now wanted in Detroit for bigamy
st, Paul for forgery; Denver for muir
derH You said that they we're marie d
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'. Were they married hereg"

Are they here nowQ"
'tNo."
"Where are they then9'
sat the depot, awaiting the $50
north bound train"
With one accord all eyes sought the
clock. The minute hand pointed to
twenty five minutes past eight. Five
minutes yet remained before the train
was due. A heavy 10Y lay on the
ground; perhaps the train would be
delayed. These were the thoughts
that flashed with lightning-like ra.
pidity through the minds of the three
men, as with one impulse they dash
from the room, hoarsely shouting
ITO horsel To horseI"
God grant that we may yet be in
time to save herI" burs5 from R1bert's
lips as they dashed away. Onward
they went like the wind. Minutes flaw
by; lights in the distance could be seen;
Thank Godl they were nearing the
town; a half-mile more and all would
be well. A noise like distant thunder
fell upon their ears--louder and louder
it grew-then from around a curve the
head light Of an engine came in view.
A groan burst from the lips of the
three men, and the spurs were buried
deep in the horses fl Inks. Victory /
They re there!
Springing from their foam covered
steeds the three men dash across the
track and enter the waiting-room.
ST. Clair and Evelyn are there. The
scene that followed beggars all deecrip-
ton. Evelyn, with a cry, fall faint.
ing into Roberts arms. ROBBERS com
panion, who was none other than Phil
Dayton, n of the shrewdest detec-
tives in the country at that time, ap-
proaches ST. Clair.
Raymond ST. Clair, consider your
self under arrest, he coolly said.
st. Clair paled to the, lips, but gave
no other outward signs of the volcano
that ragged within. He knew only too
we'll what was coming and was prepar-
ing himself for it.
ION what charged"
"Bigamy," was the answer.
His composure was wonderful.
Gradually he moved towards the
door. The detective discerning his in
tention, sprang in front of him. Draw
ing a revolver the william fired point
blank at him. The detective staggered
back. st. Clair rushed through the
door way. The train was just dashing
into the station, He attempted to
board it, but losing his footing, fell be
tween the cars, and the next moment
was a mangled, bleeding mass. The
shot that had been fred at the detec
tive, however, had gone wide of the
mark, burying itself in the heart of
Oliver Gray, who fell to the floor a
corpse.
r x x X 4 X x
A year has gone by. Christmas has
again come. Robert Iceland and
Evelyn are now man and wife. They
sit side by side in their cozy DRAWN
room at Riverside Villa, talking over
the tragic events of the past year.
: Life has many sorrows, dear, but it
has its pleasure too" They are happy.
Ill., H.
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YOUNG FOLKS
QUESTION.

WANDER. N. G.
am a farmer boy IA
years olo l am going to school, and I
nke my teacher very we'll. Ny father
lakes your paper and 1 like to read it.
and especially the young folks column.
Before | close I will ask a question. In
honor of whom was North CaroIiDa
nanneU' Yours,
E. s. MCDANIEL.
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right to be your friend-your. true
friend indeed"
Again in humble submission he drops
at her feet.
Evelyn he cries; Evelyn, my
dear one! Words cannot express my
love-the urqIenchabIe passionate
deep, u~uutterable alteration that fills
my heart for you. Like a fLme it
burns in my demonstrating my
very souI. Have pity on me; consent
TO be mine, and every desire that the
heart may form or the lips may utter
shall be thine. Ny life l will devote
to thea willing slave I shall be, con-
tent to live in the light of thy beauti
full smiles and the sunshine of thy
presence. Evelyn Evelyn! think be:
fore you leave me. Within your grasp
you hold a life. That life you al fill
with joy-unspeakable joy; or with
one word you a darken that life
yea, with the blacklist shades of hades:
Speak, dear one; tell me that you'll be
mine"
Tears shone in the eyes Of the beauti
full girl-tears of pity-not of love.
"Ihave no heart to give" she said.
Ny heart is dead and lies buried be
Meath the ocean waves. I have loved
once. can never love again. If you
really wish to be my friend, and value
my friendship, you will never 2 g Tin
mention this subject to me. We met
hi9nds and as such now let us part.
With helpless despair written upon
his faca, St. Clair seized her hand,
kissed it passionately and left the
room.
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written for THE PROGRESSIVE FARMER.I
SATISFIED.


What and how great, the virtue and the art
n i've on little with a cheerful heart Pope
asI want tn distract my contentment
NGGnd lead me astray into ways that are NAlh'
NJ cabin affords, just as well as q palace, ~.
"a s6eItering home from the storm anu Inc
rain.
,v wants are sc few, and so easy in meeting,
That riches itself couldn't help nor improve
And nv manner of living so simple, yet ample
That naughtc could induce me to quit the oIu
groove.
With ways homely and plain I'm contente9;
They fit ia quite well with the peace u mS
And I We wgo'nIdn,t exchange them to live in a city
With its hustle and hustle, d1stracIlOn' anu
strife.
ronvv not wealth with its pomp and its glitter,
And All it can bring of luxurious easei
- a9 safa and se. enc in my humble log cabbin,
And If iii should befan me, I've little to lose.
The dafpties the rich have to tickle theic
Are only enjoyed while partaking the same;
But my ash-pOIe and buttermlIk, greens and
Doth pamper enough, and my health doth
sustain.
With health and cOntentment no Croesus is
And i i Breathe the anne air, and the stars and
And the sun shine, for one, just as bright as for
TsIeI D lust as sound as the richest old econ.
:, give me the country where freshness of ma
Is free from the sights and the noise Of the
streets;
The paths through green lanes n those wind
ing through to forests,
No streets can compare with your. footsteps
to greet.
What sounds can be sweeter than birds in the
The natter Of r. in on the roof while in be-;
The drop of the hickory nuts and the ripe wal
As the wind sways the branches full over
your head.
Yes. give me the country, It's nearest to heaven
With it, breath of pure air and It's spring wa
ter clear;
Its fresh faIiowed fields, and its grass covered
Its csc tps from foul faint and it's sOlaee from
care.
Withdrawn from the world, I'm no" slave to its
Its fads and it's fashi, Ms disturb me not here,
Where peac- full L dwell and repose with klnQ
And breathe its sweet breath 50 untaihted
and pure. 4
Away from the jostle of crowds that are mad
With health and clean concience as hand.
maids of life,
What more do We need to make happy ex-
To banisn its ills, ard to lessen it's st1ife?.
U. Z. GWYNN.