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The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1897-04-09
MARKETS BY TELEGRAPH.


New York, April Mooney on call
easy at 1RG1A per cent; last loan at
ia, and closed offered at 1hQ1a per
cent. Prime mercantile paper at 3hq
4. Sterling exchange steady with ac-
tual business in bankers bills at Si.s7
for demand, and si.S5A for sixty days.
Posted rates S4.S612 and $4.SSG$i.SS12.
Commercial bills at s4.S4A. Silver GER
tificates 61BG62&. Bar silver at 6lA.
Mexican dollars 4Sk. Government
bonds strong; state bonds dull; railroad
hOnOS firm.
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WILMINGTON MARKETS.
COTTON

Wilmington, N c., April 4.
Receipts OF cotton today-16 bales.
Receipts corresponding day last year
246 bales.
This seasons receipts to date-a32.S1s
bales.
Receipts to same date last year
1s5,0.1 bales.
day at the exchange:
Cotton firm.
Ordinary .......... ........... A.
GOOD mfddling
Low mfddling ............ ....... 81
Middling .......... ........
IOOO HllOullNS .........-.. ....... { o-1o
Prices same day last year. 9ssc.
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Hoods is the Finest
Spring Medicine Tonic, Ap-
petizer, Strength Builder
It Makes You Eat, Sleep. Work
and Happy.

awe think Hoods Sarsaparilla is
the finest Spring and family medicine.
I had been bothered with headache
while at my work, many a time having
to 60 home, and loss of sleep, tired all
the time, and getting up in the morn
ing weak. 1 decided to take Hoods
Sarsaparilla and felt better after three
doses. kept on taking it, and now I
can go into the quarry and do a days
work and come home feeling we'll and
always hungry. We have also been
giving Hoods Sarsaparilla to our
youngest child, who was weak, Ian
guild and losing flesh. We could soon
see a marked change. He ate better,
slept well, and in a little while vas
like . new boy. He has continued to
improve, and today ia lively as q
cricket, and the neighbors say he can
talk more than any man around the
place." THOMAS WHITE, Park Quar-
ries, Freedom, Pa.
NIB. Be sure to get Hoods because
Hoods SarsaparHIa
Is the best = in fact the One True Blood Purt-
0er. Sold by all druggists. q, six for s.
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NAVAL STORES.

NAVAL STORES.
Spirits MISUNDERSTANDING barrels
steady at 21Ac; country barrels steady
at 2s4c.
Rosin steady at s1.i0 n s1.i5.
Tar firm at Sc.
Crude turpentine quiet; hard l.30;
soft $3.50.
Prices same day asst year-Spirits
turpentine at 25izc and 25c; rosin sl.4o
and sl.45: tar 90c; crude turpentine
$50 and 1.90.
Receipts today-11 casks spirits tur-
pentine, 43s barrels rosin. 10i barrels
tar. S barrels crude turpentine.
Receipts same day last year-29 casks
spirits t~urpentine, so barrels rosin. Il
barrels tar. 10 barrels crude turpentine.
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A Card.

Wilmington, n. G March 9th, 1897.
MIR. WALKER TAYLOR, Agent, City.
Dear Sir:
take pleasure in testifying by my own ex.
n the adjustment of Insurance Claims. My loss
on building occupied by Mcssrs. Polvogt IS Co.
was satisfactorily adjusted, and 1 will take
pleasure in recommending any one needing In.
surance to call on you.
6. BEHRENDS.
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A FINE OPPORTUNITY FOR A REGIS
tered Druggist. Apply at once to c A.
CAMP. Scotland Neck. N. G.
ap 2, 90 We, 5, Y St.
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~ ;. 49,. are the only pills TO take
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MUCH BAD BLOOD
DEVELOPED IN SENATE sOVER
THE CUBAN RESOLUTION.

Morgan and Hale Have a sharp
Tft-The Latter R-pels the Charge OF
Being in Comm With fEc >Psn.
tsh AuthOrities- :. nator Morgfn De-
plores the Apathy Of the Government in
Protecting Americans Again-t spanish
Per~secufiOnS
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Hoods Sarsapariua

Is the best y in fact the One True Blood Pun
ner. Sold by all druggists. 81, six for Is
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there was such tramping rouno anu
round. She stopped and felt strangely
dull and puzzled. A coyote trotted Iroll q
knoll: she looked where it had peeh
and saw something lying on the sano'
She dropped heavily down the horse
side and staggered to it. Then such
scream broke the silence as never lhe
desert had heard. One of her chlIdreh
lay dead, its little upturned face SINCE
ing in the sun; its pretty hands crosseu
on it's breast. Its limbs were straight
ened and it's dress wrapped lightly
about it's knees. 1t had been laid there
after it was dead. She sat down beside
it and gathered it to her breast ana
rocked it to and fro.
MY pretty one, my little one" she
murmured, fondling and kissing 1t as
she talked.
Presently she bethought her of the
canteen. There was a little water IN
it; it was hot. She parted the child S
lips and poured the water between
them; it ran out of the corners of its
mouth She set it up in her lap and
snoothed it's silky, hot hair and rubbed
her cheek against its cheeks, then let
it so and clasped her hands, making
hoop around it of her arms. The part
ly stiffened body balanced moment
on her lap, then fell over. She caught
it again to her breast, laughing a wild,
terrible laugh, and started back on the
track she had come.
When the gray dawn was fading in
to light a woman with wild eyes and
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FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 49, 1897.

Startled at the sound of her voice in
the stiffness, she went into the hut and
busted herself shaking up the chill
dren'S bed. She Shook each sheet and
quilt, that no bit of dust or sand
might be left in it. She patted the pill
lows lovingly and smoothed them with
the palms Of her hands. She sat down
in the door and waited. The twilight
gathered deeper and duskier, but they
did not come. The silence overwhelmed
her; it had million voices. She wait
ed and waited longer yet. A coyote
came stealing up to the spring; she
heard it lap, then its light step as it
trotted away, and then it's sharp bark
ending in a long, whining howl. A
big, long-winged black bird swooped
over the spring and Topped. away in
the gathering night; and the big, round
moon rolled up out of the hem Of the
desert.
She could endure the silence and the
suspense no longer. She climbed to the
top of the sandhill behind the hut and
called and shouted their names until
her voice was hoarse. A chorus of
coyote bowls was the only answer that
came back to her.
Midnight came and they did not re-
turn. She slung a canteen of water
over her shoulder, caught the loose
horse, which for some strange reason
had not followed it's master, and start
ed on their track. The brilliancy of the
full moon made it possible to follow
the tracks in the sand on and on until
in the waning light before the dawn she
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relating in detail the events of her
morning call-her pretty feet on the
fender and her happy laugh waking all
the echoes. But, oh, it was hard to
keep a straight face when 1 first
saw my patient. Even his hair was
full of flour, and wherever he got his
fever passes my comprehension. He
must have punctured a vein or discOv
cred a bit of red flannel somewhere.
But here are S. for your Christmas,
mother mine, and So for my precious
books. We shall have merry Christ
mas, ma merchants to the little
joke that did no one any harm"
"'Twas an Internal shame bringing
that girl out in this storm" Jack said
as that girl disappeared under the
porch of the red house on the hill. Il
was sure she saw through the whole
scheme at glance, and you could have
drawn me through the proverbial knot
hole when she unused in that adorable
way of hers:
q Pulse so, respiration Is, tempera-
ture 9S.'"
Malcolm laughed outright.
Everything normal, and she knew
it."
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"Of course she knew it." Then, afterF
a pause:
Mack"
"Yes?"
Puff, puff-and a longer pause.
'She said I might, you know"
might what?'
land I've several tens"
"Get out"
YES that's better. Suppose we go
at once and make, or try to make, a
lasting peace with the divinity on the
hiH?"
SO! sits the wind in that cor
ner'?"
Jack WINGED.
Don't, Mack" he said; Eat least not
yet
This happened a year ago.
Tomorrow there will be a wedding
in the red house on the hill. Malcolm
Mclean will be best man; his Made
line maid of honor, and Dorothys pro-
motion will constitute her, for life,
physician in ordinary at the house of
Jack Ormsby. the happiest man alive"
So he says.
And a merry, merry Christmas to
them all. HESTER a. BENEDICT.
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A glimmering breadth Of sand burn
ing hot, a pitiless hot sun that made
the back Jingle; far away desolate
range of hills, still farther away the
limit where sight ceased and sand and
sky met. A spring of cool, sweet wa
ter ooZed up and nOiselessly seeped
out and spread around and lost itself
again in the sand. There were a few
punches Of green grass at the rim of
the well, and some yerba mansa, with
its rank smelling white and gold bios
SONS, grew in the seepage. A solitary
palm tree stood there, too; the mys-
terry of the desert rustled in the broad
fan leaves which it dropped over the
water.
A hut built of mesquit poles, gunny
sacks and mud-mostly mud-scooped
from where the yerba mansa grew, was
near the Spring, the back of it against
the hill of sand which was higher than
the hut, and on the top of which grew
a tall, ragged bunch of gallete.
The piece of canvas that hung for a
door was pulled back and a woman
stepped out. She was young and tall
and gracious and queenly Of presence;
her eyes and hair were the soft dark
ness of desert summer night
A man, tall and dark also, but of a
fOrbidding darkness that seemed rath-
er of soul than of complexion, sat laz-
lily against the palm and blew whiffs
of pale smoke up among the cookbook
ing hot leaves.
The woman paused with the canvas
door in her hand; he indolently turned
his head and looked a slow, searching
look into her face. and watching her
thus, he slowly quoted:
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"a face-a face that launched thou
sand battle-ships, and fired the cloud
topped towers of Ilium.''
a flush of displeasure swept red
across her face.
She turned away from him and called
in a soft voice that took into it tone
Of tenderness:
"Children!"
Two fairy like children, boy and a
girl, slid down from the tall bunch of
gallete and trotted around the hut
Their yellow hair glistened like sun
light caught in a spider web, and so
exactly alike were they that, but for
the clothes they wore, their own moth
er could not have told them apart.
What did you want, mammal" said
the girl.
What did you want, mammal" ech-
oed the boy.
Il wanted you, my darlings Il al
ways want you" She Rugged them to
her breast and kissed them again and
again.
How you do dote on those chip
munks, said the man, still blowing
the pale smoke up among the leaves
Il never could understand how a full
grown, sensible person could lavish so
AIIICll dAASClIOn Oli d Culius II > q Sinful
waste of material. Nobody with a love
nature so abnormally developed as
yours ever amounted to anything in
the world-ever did anything for hui
manity, ever made any great discov-
| cry in science. or thought out an in
ventiOn, or found a new planet; they
can do nothing but love, love, love-"
You never loved anybody, did your"
Never; 1 once made a foolish wo-
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man believe that I did" A reminis-
cent smile fingered in the cruelty
curved corners of his mouth.
The woman shrugged her shoulders
contemptuously.
Poor fool! She did not believe it
long?"
Not long-oh, no; not long. Be-
Sides continued he between the whiffs
of smoke, your kind of love-nature is
small, very small; it winds itself
around its own and shuts the world of
humanity out. 1t would make any
sacrifice, even to life itself, for the
thing it loves, but would not sacrifice
the thing it loves for all humanity.
Now, suppose you would not be will
| ing to give up those chipmunks-al-
though they'd make such beautiful
angels-if it would stop the plague or
save million lives"
She clasped the children closer to her
| breast.
You have no heart" she said
Heart is not what civilized world
needs; it needs intellect and philosophy
and reason. Heart is simply instinct;
it is what the wild animal has that
stands at bay with her young ones be-
hind her and let's the dogs tear her to
pieces"
Mamma, did the dogs tear the little
young animals all up?" said the girl.
Mamma, did the dogs tear the little
young animals all up?" echoed the boy
'No, darlings"
They cuddled nearer to her, and
patted her face in trustful lovingness.
The man knocked the ashes out of his
pipe and put it into his shirt pocket; he
laughed an amused chuckle.
Mature was prodigal of beauty to
this family. but was very niggard OF
brains" He smiled at his own witt
cism.
The children lay down in the shade
of the hut and slept; the woman sat by
and famed them with a leaf of the
palm. When the sun was near set and
the oven-like heat Of the desert began
to cool, then the man went out to where
his two horses were staked on the scat
tering punches of gallete, and led one
of them to the hut and turned the other
loose. He saddled as leisurely as
though all the time in the world were
his, and then called to the children.
Come, chipmunks, and take your
ride"
They came trotting to him, but wher
ne StoOpeu 10 llIC tnenl, the girl darteC
away.
Il forgot to kiss mamma" she said.
Il forgot to kiss mamma" cried the
boy, darting after her.
He waited patiently; when they came
back he set the girl before him and the
boy behind the saddle.
why do you always put him be-
hind-because he is a boy?"
mo; because he is an echo; why, he
hasn't enough individuality to be hyp-
Noticed, except through her"
The dark eyes of the woman con.
tracted with displeasure.
Il wish you would not keep the chill,
dren out as late as you did last night,
then wistfully, please
'Why?" he asked unconcernedly
AZ was frightened" she said simply
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father on kindred occasions. Then she
took her clinical thermometer from it's
case. wiped it carefully on a bit Of
chamois and, while waiting the re-
quisite three minutes to secure correct
temperature, made herself sure that
her patients respiration was exactly
eighteen the first minute but quicken
ing perceptibly toward the last. Then
she said. still smiling. as though think
ing aloud:
Pulse so, respiration IS, temperature
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9S Degrees and with this comment she
crossed the room-'like Queen" NAL
colin said later-rinsed her thermom-
eter in the basin on the little wash
stand, put it back again in its pretty
case and turning to Malcolm said:
You may order hot water, please,
some mustard and a foot-bath tub
Then, with blisters on the soles of his
feet and over his chest, we may be
able to draw the trouble from the
brain, which doubtless has been trans
ferred from the stomach or lungs.
There has been no fall or conclusion
that could have caused so serious a
condition"-Jack groaned-"no intense
mental emotions or excuses of any
kind?"
Not that I am aware Of" family
articulated Malcolm.
Because, you see," she continued,
smiling her very sweetest, "a physi-
clan must learn, if possible, the causes
leading up to the disease in order to
prescribe intelligently. Now for the
foot-bath and the mustard. 1 have all
else that will be needed"
by Jovei" groaned Jack. and Nal
colin rushed to his side as if in mortal
terror.
There is no occasion for immediate
ALARM" the doctor explained, coolly.
There is always a tendency to deli
rum in such cases. You see, his eyes
look heavy and void of expression. If
the stupor becomes more apparent and
commissions appear death must sooner
or later take place"
Jack threw the afghan from him and
1t Il. II,
seemed not at all to surprise Dr. Doro-
thy Lane She stood erect, still smiling
Economically" Malcolm said after
ward, and very quiet. while Jack rush
ed to the window and back again, stop
ping abruptly before the girl.
II can't stand this any longer" he
said, speaking rapidly. 81 have de-
ceived you, Miss-Miss-"
"Dr. Lane" corrected she; land yot
have not deceived me-
You knew
Eyes, 1 knew"
"But L shall feel myself more of
man if you'll let me confess, al
naughty kids do, and say / am sorry
You see, it was this way, doctor: w
were two poor fellows shut up in thi
beastly inn and literally dying 70
something to amuse us. And so w
perpetrated this little joke on you
Twas beastly bad form and Tn
ashamed of it."
You see," said Malcolm, "if we hat
known
''What?" Her voice was controlled
but something that was not laughte
flashed from her big brown eyes.
THAT you were not on old maid afte
all, but young, and bonnie-and-''
DR.. Lane Strengthened herself.
Being young and bonnie and ha
nothing to do with a simple matter o
business" she said; and" turning t
Jack, you need not be at all ashamed
You are quite at liberty to per
petrate as many such jokes upon me a
will amuse you-at $40 each"
The money was paid instantly, an,
DR.. Dorothy Lane said Thank you
and Good morning" very sweetly, an
went out into the rain and up the slip
perry way to the red house on the hill
And now 1 can have my longed- 70
|, books!" she said to her mother, afte
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They were probably the kind who
have hearts, he answered with
joking smile; Tomorrow evening, if
you still wish to co.
He touched spur to the horse and gal
loped away. She stood watching them;
a dread settled heavily upon her heart.
She watched them till they were a mere
moving dot on the sand-watched till
she could see them no more. Turning
away with a sharp sigh she spoke un-
consciously aloud:
Il wish 1 had not let them go"
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pillows so they'll stay somewhere.
Now, the afghan. Do 1 look pale
enough?"
Might have been sick a month,
should say. Jove! Let me brush off
pound or SO of flour. We played the
cook beautifully. Hope she won't run
short of the needful before Monday.
A-h! There she comes, tripping along
the wet beach like a girl. do hate old
maids putting on airs. Guess I'll lower
the shade. Be quiet, can't you? You'll
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''it was quite dark when you came
back"
why should you be frightened?
This is the safest place in the world for
you, and what could happen to the
chipmunks-haven't I had them out
riding every evening for a week."
And each evening have stayed a
little later. Why can 1 not go along-I
would like to go tonight. 1 used to
ride WELL"
He glanced uneasily at the loose
horse.
There's no saddle for you"
IT have heard of men who were gall
liant enough to ride bareback and let
women have their saddles
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lost them and slid from her horse and
sank down and slept.
A lizard ran across her neck and it's
scratching feet woke her; it was day
light. The horse stood near eying her
with humanlike intent. She arose and
rode away again on the tracks.
The day came hot and grew hotter
and hotter. 1t was noon; the baking
sun beat down on her head, her back
tingled with innumerable blisters, her
brain began to simmer. She came to
a place where the tracks confused her,
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clinging to the edges of her rough
little cap as if rain was the best curl
ing fluid in the world. Not a vine
gary old maid" by any means was this
daughter of Esculapius, but a lady
young and fair having an eye to bust
ness and herself well in hand as if for
emergency.
She seated herself by the patient,
smiling pleasantly, the tips of her
fingers on his wrist and her eyes on
the open watch that had served her
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give away the whole business. There,
shut your eyes, breathe hard, shiver a
little! Very good. Now"
But at this juncture there was a
light tap at the door, followed imme-
diately by the entrance of DR.. Dor
othy Lane. She had left every evil
dence of storm in the room below and
stood before the astonished young
men in skirted bicycle suit. her cheeks
flushed, her eyes ashine and her wind
blown hair curling about her face and
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long, hanging hair, with blis-
tered face and hands and feet, carry
ing dead child in her arms, came in
to the hut by the One Palm Spring and
laid it in the bunk in the corner. She
crooned hOarsely a sleep song to it.
The horse came up to the door.
Come in" she called to him. Come
income in and see the transmigration
of souls. Keep still, though-keep
still; they are asleep"
One Christmas morning three men
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ooh! What larks!"


Yes; but the jokes off color"
Possibly. But what's a fellow"
1.-TWO fellows
''Well, two fellows, then. And what
are we to do. left at the mercy of this
stupid little town and no boat till Mon
day?"
And tomorrow Christmas!"
And the kids stockings all in a row
with mouths just yawning!"
And Madeline crying her eyes out!
What are kids to a sweetheart, Jack?"
Promises, Malcolm, promises. Those
sisters of mine will make adorable
sweethearts some day. They are mine
now"
"And, otherwise, you are fancy free?"
Fancy free?"
"Well. don't say that year from
now. Great guns! How it pours!'
The two young men stood at a win
dow of their small parlor in the hotel
at - watching the great waves dash
ing over the rocks and the rain that
came in torrents from a sky as black
as Erebus. There was no help for it.
Their steamer was laid up with a
broken crank. There was none to take
its place, and they must wait as pa
tiently as might be for the Portland,
due on Monday.
Meanwhile they must be amused, if
possible, and so the little joke that was
to furnish 'larks" was planned in de-
tail and a messenger dispatched in
grumbling haste to fetch the woman
doctor who lived in the red house on
the hill and whose card-"Dorothy
Lane, NJ. D."-hanging, framed, against
the office wall, had attracted their at
tention and suggested relief from
ennui.
You shall be the patient, Jack"
said Malcolm, who was rather robust
You're slightly delicate, you know,
and"
SOS your grandmother delicate" in
terrupted Jack. ''I'll try you a race on
the beach this minute, storm or no
storm, and win it, too. Come on
And the doctor, Dorothy Lane?"
"Oh!"
What do you suppose she looks like,
JACKIE"
Looks like? A vinegary old maid,
of course; slab-sided slab-chested and
poky. Here, say, fix these Internal
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On that same bright Christmas day
a priest in foreign land confessed
dying man. And he alone of all the
living knows the mystery of the One
Palm Spring. MADGE MORRIS.