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The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1912-12-17
Martyr Of Calvary. StaIdard-Bcafe
OF Our Sacrificed

On the Day Thy Mother bore Thee
NAV we take up such share Of Thy
Cross as We are able to bear:
Hospitals for the sick.
Charities for the poor.
Social centers for the lonely and
weary.
Reformation for the criminal.
Good government for the citizen.
The spread through the world Of the
spirit OF love for the glory OF
God in the highest and peace
here On earth among God-p|ess-
ing men
4 Widespread Starlight.
only a few Orientals knew Of h
shining of the Christmas star nine
teen hundred years ago. The tale
told by the wondering shepherds was
but a neighborhood phenomenon. But
a wonder OF the ages is h way the
glory Of that star has increasingly
sufrused the earth. Nations n
races have come into It's light and
In hat entrance have been trans
formed to the very core OF their be-
ing.
Now, in this wonderful yer OF our
Lord-our Lords year as no other
year has ever beehive see that the
light Of the star is irradiating not
only the Turkish Empire. not only
Europe and America and the most OF
Africa, but It Is Also It's glow
upon the rcmotest parts Of Asia. The
rapid Characterization Of China is it
self a Christmas thenie sufficient to
engross the thoughts of the devout
who would be in the Christmas spirit
at this time.
And, true to type. wherever the
Christmas goes today. there spreads
the power of the little child.
All over this wide earth today
The little ChriSt-child leads the way
With tender feet that leave their
ON crushed snow and shard and
And, while the dawn blooms like a
Straight up to heavens hiGh cote He
goes.
His lovely hands. III blessings spread,
! Brou largess on each bending head.
4 clear light shines on every face
That paints again His passing grace
His aureole of sun and dew
Lends all the air lis Glory, too.
Strange and bright birth e skyel
fame.
Tbouoh centuries ago Il oATnt.
Yet in each heart. or near IF Iaf.
Where. faith aui love and l'tty are.
The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1912-12-17

On the Day Thy Mother bore The,
nav W. take up such share OF TIL,
Cross as We are able to bear:
The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1912-12-17

Il il so often said that " apTr--
GATED mos, of the things Vt wofk N.
hardest for. The appreciation =
their husbands bS some wives mast
be something beautiful IL behold
measured nv this Staucard.
The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1912-12-17

he Ihrist-chl.d With lis Joyous
- corn again or Christmas Tay
Harriet Prescott Spo~or0
seven Sentence. crmon
history has \ nemesis for every
sln.-MoInnl~n.
faith l. belief ventur.t utsu-Dr.
Jowe,t.
We af~ coming Ia a harvest such a,
earth ha> never known.
Gut ri every fongue and nation
COD il gathering His own.
H. L. Morehou-r.
The Bible i the experience II the
great travellers in tn. spiritual and
moral rvAaIm>.
The true man thinks Last OF .,im-
~h.-SrhilIcr.
Zach mans life
Ihc outcome OF his former living
is:
The bS-.One wrongs bring fnr,ll
soFroWS and woes
And by-eone right breeds Bill.
Edwin Arnold.
The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1912-12-17

The enlargement OF "A mans pos
sessions i very often the contracting
of his heArt-E. W. Robertson.
The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-07-20

meadow land, trunks of trees torn
up by the roots had lodged against
them. It was a scene of desolate and
miserable confusion and disaster.
"Oh, Robert, don't you think she
may be safe?" asked Mrs. Maitland.
There's just a chance, think, that
she may have suspicioned the storm
an got out of the canon" suggested
the old lrontiersman.
"a slim chance" answered Matt
land gioomily. God, l wouldn't have
had this happen for anything on
earth
Nor me. I'd a heap ruther it had
got me than her. said kirkby sim
ply.
Il didn't see it coming" continued
Maitland, nodding as if Kirkby's
statement were to be accepted as a
matter Of course, as indeed it was.
1--WE were on the other slope Of the
mountain until 1t was almost over
head"
"Nuther did I. To tell the truth I
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ned his own old battered, soiled rain
clothes and had grabbed up Pete's.
81 brought the children's coats
along" said Mrs Maitland, extending
three others.
Good" said Kirkby. Now we'll
take our packs AMI
DO you think there is any danger
to Roberto"
He'll git nothin' worse n q wet
TIM" returned the old man confident
~. eff we'd pitched the tents up on
the hog back, that's all we'd a been IN
for
Il have to leave the tents and all
the things" said Mrs. Maitland.
"You can stay with them answered
Kirkby, dryly, "but If what l think 8
goin' to happen comes off, you won't
have no need of nothin' no more
Great God, here she comes.
AS he spoke there was a sudden.
swift downpour Of rain, not in drops,
but In torrent. Catching up his own
pack and motioning the woman to do
likewise with her load, Kirkby caught
her by the hand, and half led, half
dragged her up the steep trail from
the brook to the ridge which bordered
the side of the canon. The canon was
much wider here than further up and
there was much more room and much
more space for the water to spread.
| Yet, they had to hurry for their lives
as it was They had gone up scarcely
a hundred feet when the disgorge-
ment Of the heavens took place. The
water fell with such force, directness
and continuousness that it almost
beat them down. 1t ran over the trail
down the side of the mountain IN
sheets like water falls. It required all
| the old mans skill and address to
| keep himself and companion from los
| ing their footing and falling down into
| the seething tumult below.
| The tents went down in an instant,
| Where there had been a pleasant bit
! of meadow land was now a muddy,
tossing lake of black water. Some OF
| the horses and most of the burros
which Pete had been unable to do any
| thing with were engulfed in mo
ment. The two on the mountain side
could see them swimming for dear life
as they swept down the canon. Pete
himself, with few of the animals
was already scrambling up to safety
/ Speech was impossible between tbs
noise of the falling rain and the in
cessant peals of thunder, but by per
sistent gesture, old Kirkby urged the
terrified, trembling woman up the
trail until they finally reached tbs
top of the hog back, where under thu
poor shelter of the stunted pines the,
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it's approach. At best the three u
the camp could not have discovered II
until it was high in the heavens. NOW
the clouds were already approaching
the MONDAY sun. Kirkby was allVe TO
the situation at once He had the rare
ability of men of action OF aWahehihs
with all his faculties at instant com
mand. He did not have to rub his
eyes and wonder where he was, anu
speculate as to what was TO D" oone.
The moment that his eyes, following
Pete's outstretched arm, discovered
the black mass Of clouds he ran to-
ward Mrs. Maitland and standing on
no ceremony he shoo.- her vigorously
by the shoulder
well have to run for our lives
ma'am," he said briefly. Pete, drive
the stock up on the hills, fur as you
kin, the bosses pertikler, they'll be
more to us an them burros must take
keer of themselves
Pete needed no urging. He was on
like shot in the direction or the I'M
provised corral. He loosed the horses
from their pickets and started them
UP the steep trail that led down from
the hogback to the camp by the wa
ter's edge. He also tried to start the
burros he had just rounded up in the
same direction. Some OF them would
! go and some of them would not. He
had his hands full in an instant.
Meanwhile Kirkby did not linger by
| the side of Mrs, Maitland. With in
credible agility for so old a man he
ran over to the tent where the stores
were kept and began picking out such
articles of provision as he could
easiest carry.
Come over here, Mrs. Maitland"
he cried. Wen have to carry up on
the hill somethin' to keep us from
starvin' till we get back to town. We
hadn't orter camped In this yere
pocket noways, but who'd ever expect
ed anything like this noW?
what do you fear?" asked the
woman, joining him as she spoke and
waiting for his directions.
Looks to me like a cloudburst,
was the answer. Greeks pretty full
now, an Il she does break everything
| below we're II go to hell on a run. "
1t was evidence Of his perturbation
and anxiety that he used such Ian
guage, which, however, in the emer
gency did not seem unwarranted ever
to the refined ear Of Mrs. Maitland.
as it possible?' she exclaimed.
"'Taint only possible, it's sartin
Now, ma'am,'' he hastily bundled up ;
lot Of miscellaneous provisions in
small piece of canvass, tied it up ant
handed it to her, ''That'll be for you.
The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-07-20
ALMOST FRANTIC WITH
ITCHING ECZEMA

Eight years ago I got eczema all
over my hands. My fingers fairly hied
and it itched until it almost drove me-
frantic. The eruption began with
itching under the skin. It spread fast
from between the fingers around the
nails and all over the whole hands,.
got a pair of rubber gloves in order to1
wash dishes. Then it spread all over
the left side Of my chest. A fine doe
tor treated the trouble two weeks, but
did me no good | cried night and
daya Then | decided to try GuticuFa
Soap and Ointment but without much sas
hope as I had gone SO long. There
was marked change the second GAY
and so on until I was entirely cured
The Cutieura Soap We have always
kept ii cur home, and We decided
5aft ter that lesson t hat sslsaH
soap in price and the vers EslII
quality My husband will use n0 otne1s
soap in his shaving mug. sigaeal
Mrs. G. A. selby, Redonda Beach
Cal, Jan. Is, 1911 Although cutlcaFa9
Soap and Ointment are sold BY dluss..
gists and dealers everywhere, q ana Q.
pie Of each, with 32-page book, WY
be mailed free on application NJ
aCuticura,, Dept. L, Boston.
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to the merciless fury Of the storm,
thought came suddenly to MRS. Mat
land She leaned over and caught the
frontiersman by his wet sleeve See
ing that she wished to speak to hlm'
he bent his head toward her lips
Enid" she cried, pointing down the
canon. She had not thought before OF
the position Of the girl.
Kirkby, who, had not forgotten her'
but who had instantly realized that ne
could do nothing for her, shook MS
head, lifted his eyes and solemnly
pointed his finger up to the gray
skies. He had said nothing to Mrs.
Maitland before. What was the use
of troubling her.
God only kin help her." he cried.
She's beyond the help of man..
All, indeed, old trapper, whence
came the confident assurance OF that
dogmatic statement? For as it chanc-
ed, at that very moment the woman
for whose peril your heart was Wrung
was being lifted out Of the torrent by
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I'VE won't give up hope, na am,
said Kirkby, 'suntil tomorrer wen
we We had look at the canon"
By this time the others joined the
party. Phillips and Bradshaw showed
the stuff that was in them. They I'M
mediately volunteered to go down the
canon at once, knowing little or moth
ing Of its dangers and Indifferent 90
what they did know, but as Kirkby
had pointed out, the attempt was
clearly impossible, Maitland bitterly
reproached himself for having allow
ed the girl to go alone, and in those
self-reproaches old Kirkby Joined.
They were too wet and cold to
sleep There was no shelter and 1t
was not until early in the morning
they succeeded in kindling a fro.
ton over very carefully. They We're
two days journey from the wagons.
1t was necessary that the women and
children should be taken back at once.
Kirkby hadn't been able to save much
more than enough to eat to get them
| udCh W " L Gll11A VA 0CLGlC1AGAS, tsii0 ~
very short rations at best. It was
| finally decided that George and Pete
and Mrs. Maitland, the two girls and
the youngster, should go back to tbs
wagon, drive to the nearest settle
ment, leave the women and then re-
turn on horseback with all speed to
meet Maitland and Kirkby, who would
meanwhile search the canon.
The two men from the east had to
go back with the others, although
they pleaded CALAMITY to be allowed
man to man and then Robert Matt
land, standing in the midst of the
group, bowed his head in the sunny
morning, for the sky again was clear,
and poured out a brief prayer that
God would prosper them, that they
would find the child and that they
would all be together again in health
and happiness And without another
word, he and Kirkby plunged down To
the side Of the canon, the others tax.
ing up their weary march homeWard
with sad hearts and In great dismRy
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was lynn down nappin' wen Pete.
yere, who'd been down the canon
rounding up some of the critters,
came Dustin in on US"
Il amt saved but four bosses" said
Pete mournfully, "and there's only one
burro on the hog back"
I'VE came back as fast as we
could" said Maitland 81 pushed on
ahead, George, Bradshaw and Phillips
are bringing Bob and the girls. We
must search the canon.
TT can't be done tonight, old man, :"
said Kirkby.
.I tell you we can't wait, Jack"
We've got to, I'm as willin to lay
down my life for that young gal as
anybody on earth, but in this yere
mist an as black a night as it's goin'
to be, we couldn't go ten rod without
KILN ourselves an we couldn't see
nothin' noways."
"But she may be in the canon
'If she's in the canon 'twon't make
no difference to her W'ether we finds
her tomorrer or next day or next
! year, bOD
Maitland groaned in anguish
Il can't stay here inactive" he per
sisted stubbornly.
TITS a hard thing, but we got tc
wait till mornin'. Eff she got out OF
the canon and climbed up on the hog
back she'll be all right, she'll soon
find out she can't make no progress il
/ this mist and darkness. No, ole
| friend, we're up agin it hard. We jest
got to stay the night Were we are an
as long as we got to wait we NIGH
as well make ourselves as comfortable
as possible. For the Wimmen an
children, anyway. I fetched up some
ham and some canned goods and 9th
er eatin's in these yere canvas sacks
We might kindle fire"
It's hardly possible said Matt
land I've shall have to eat it cold
ooh, Robert" pleaded his wife
isn't 1t possible that she may have
escaped ~
Possible, yes, but
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CHAPTER Vii.
a Wild Dash for the Hills.

n WHO UaSn TOT the Hills.
Old Kirkby, who had been lazily
mending saddle the greater part of
the morning, had eaten his dinner,
smoked his pipe and was now stretch
ed out on the grass in the warm sun
taking nap. Mrs. Maitland was
browsing over book in the shadow
of one of the big pines. when Pete,
the horse wrangler, who had been
wandering rather far down the canon
rounding UP the ever straying stock,
suddenly came bursting into the camp,
Great God Almighty" he cried,
actually kicking the PROSTATE from
tiersman as he almost stumbled over
him Wake UP. old man, AM"
what the" began Kirkby fierce
Iy, thus rudely aroused from slumber
and resentful of the daring and most
unusual affront to his dignity and sta
ton since all men, and especially the
younger ones, held him in great hon
or.
Look here" yelled Peter in grow
ing excitement and entirely oblivious
to his iese- majestic, pointing at a
black cloud rolling over the top of the
range. eth be a cloudburst sure
Well have to git out O. here an in a
hurry too. Oh, Mrs. Maitland"
BY this time Kirkby was on his
feet, the storm haG stolen upon him
sleeping and unaware. The configura
Con Of the caacn had completely hid
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a mans hand! And, yet, who shall
say that the old hunter was not right,
and that the man himself, as men OF
old have been, was sent from God?
1T can't be-" began Mrs. Maitland
in great anguish for the girl she had
grown to love.
EFF she seed the storm an realized
what it was, an had sense enough to
climb up the canon wall answered
the other, "she won't be no worse
off'n we are; eff not
Mrs. Maitland had only to look
down into the seething cauldron to
understand the possibility of that III. :
"Oh," she cried. 'let us pray for her
that she sought the hills"
i've been a dom it" said the old
man grufHy.
He had a deep vein of piety in him,
but, like other rich ores, it had to be
mined for in the depths before it was
apparent.
BY slow degrees the water subsid-
ed, and after a long while the rain
ceased, heavy mist lay on the noun
! tains and the night approached with.
out any further appearance of the
| yelled sun. Toward evening Robert
| Maitland, with the three men and the
three children. Joined the Wretched
trio above the camp. Maitland, wild
with excitement and apprehension
had pressed on ahead OF the rest. Il
was a glad-faced man indeed who rar
the last few steps of the rough wa!
and clasped his wife in his arms, bu
as he did so he noticed that one wa:
missing.
Great God he cried, releasing hi
wife, where is Enid?'
"she went down the canon earl,
this mornin intendin' to stay all day,
! slowly and reluctantly answered OF
! Kirkby, "an'-"
/ He paused there. It wasn't neces
/ sary. for him to say anything more.
Maitland walked to the edge OF tn
trail and looked down into the valley
j 1t had been swept clean of the camp
Rocks had been rolled over upon tn
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Immediately after he made up much
larger bundle in another tent fly,
adding. "An' this Is mine. :.
N"oh, let us hurry" cried Mrs. Matt
land, as peal of thunder, low, NUT
tered, menacing, burst forth from the
flying clouds, now obscuring the sun.
and rolled over the camp.
We've got time enough VT, an
swered Kirkby, coolly calculating
their chances, Best git yer slicker
on, you'll need it in few minutes.
Mrs. Maitland ran to her own tent
and soon came out with 'Wester
and yellow oi1skins completely cover
ing her Kirkby meantime had don
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joined Pete with such of the horses as
he had been able to drive up. Kirkby,
taking thought for the morrow, not
ed that there were four of them,
enough to pull the wagon if they
could get back to it,
After the first awful deluge of the
cloudburst it moderated slightly, but
the hard rain came down steadily, the
wind rose as well, and in spite Of
their oilskinsE they were soon wet and
cold. It was impossible to make a
fire, there was no place for them to
go, nothing to be done. They could
only remain where they were and
| wait. After a half hour of exposure
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CHAPTER vi (continued).

Ae caught with his forearm, as Iho
torrent swerved him around, a STOUT
young pine so deeply rooted as yet ~
nave withstood the flood. summohlns
the last reserve Of strength that -
bestowed upon us in our hour OF neeo'
and comes unless from God we know
mot whence. he drew himself In front
of the pine, got his back against II
and although the water .hundered
against him still-only by COMPARISON
could 1t be called quieter-and ms
foothold was most precarious, ne
reached down carefully and grasped
the woman under the shoulders. Ills
position was cramped one, but by
the power of his arms alone he ilfted
her up until he got his left arm about
her waist again. 1t was mighty
feat of strength indeed.
The pine stood in the midst OF the
water. for even on the farther slde
the earth was overlooked, but the wa
ter was stiller. He did not know what
might be there, but he had to chance
it, Lifting her up he stepped out,
fortunately meeting firm ground. a
few PAGES and he reached solid rock
above the flood. He raised her above
his head and laid her upon the shore,
then with the very last atom OF all his
force. physical, mental and spiritual.
he drew himself up and fell painting
and utterly exhausted but triumphant
by her side.
The c1oudburst was over. but the
rain still beat down upon them, the
thunder still roared above them, the
lightning still flashed about them, but
they were safe. alive, If the woman had
not died in his arms. He had done
a thing superhuman. No man know
ing conditions would have believed it..
He himself would have declared a
thousand times it's patent impossible
1ty.
For few seconds he strove to re-
cover himself, then he thought of the
Task he always carried in his pocket.
1t was gone. His clothes were ragged
and torn: they had been ruined by his
battle with the, waves. The girl lay
where he had placed her on her back
IN the pocket of her hunting shirt he
noticed little protuberance. The
pocket was provided with flap and
tightly buttoned. Without hesitation
he unbuttoned It. There was a flask
there. a little silver mounted affair;
by some miracle it had not been brok
en-. 1t was half full With nervous
hands he opened it and poured some
of it down her throat: then he bent
over her. his soul in his glance
scarcely knowing what to do next
Presently she opened her eyes.
And there, in the rain. by that rag
Eng torrent whence he had drawn he
rs it were from the jaws Of death b!
the power of his arm, in the presenc'
of the God above them, this man ant
this women looked at each other an,
life for both of them was no longe
the same.
The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-07-20
WHO DOES WRITE THE I0KEs,
Principally the Professional "a,
Man, Which Easily Explains Their
''sad" Quality.

How are jokes made? The Nm,
bone OF the American people demands q
q thousand new pleasantfies eva,s
day. The doctors say that OH AZ
phragms must be tickled on M nm nm
die. How can anybody sit down ~ IS
deliberately make up jokes fl1at N,
tickle u.s.
The main source of newspaper iotss
is the professional funny man NO.
funny man works in various WaTs
crude beginner at the joke trade i,sas
ly opens the dictionary at random. m \
begins to look for words to make npns
On. He comes to the word shorsa B
That reminds him of horse sensas
So he frames the following little Iohn
ny and teacher anecdote::
Johnny" said the teacher, Writa
a sentence using the words shorsa
sense" Johnny wrote: One nigbt.#
pa forgot to lock the stable and H
hasn't seen his horse sense,
This joke is duly published in tia
funny column OF the metropolitan N.
per. A magazine writer, seeing tha
story in country paper, thinks II
original and exclusive. He steals it#
and sells it to weekly magazine NJ.
national circulation. From this maga.
zine London editors grab the little iesf
and it is now affoat on the wide ocaaa
Of English language and it Drobablvy
will outliye the man who wrote Ii,
Most OF the anecdotes that flI tbsI
funny columns never happened ii real
life. They are the brain children d
some hired Jester who dotes on aree.
dotes. There is pun, right thera
The professional funny man woud#
ponder that a minute, then perEaps
produce a rhyme like this:
Artie chokes on artiehokes
And Writhes about in pair
But Auntie dotes on antidotes
And soon he's well again