ei sl ig ies NR oe a ia * a eee Poe ag|i ar~~D. J. WHICHARD. Eattor.~i - Subscription 25 cents per Month.= _ Entered as second-ciass mail matter.""_"_"_"_"_"_"_"__"PUBLIC SCHOOL EDITION.a The Raleigh News and Observer_- Of the 9th wasa splendid publicpages. The issue continued hand-+ some illustrations of most of the_ prominent public school build-ingstogether with portraits of~the State's leading educators. Italso contained letters from nearlyevery county inthe State show-ingthe progress of the schoo!work. Uponthe whole the edition shows great enterprise onthe part of the News and Observerand will do much good for theState.We copy below the letter _wris-Goanty Examiner, showing thecondition of the schdols in Pittcounty:_ ~The schools in this county are_ gtaduaally improving. The char-acter of the work done, both asto methods and matter, is good.The teachers genérally are well!qualified for their work. The}much of her. She has a beautifulcharacter, but ber moral nature hasbeen perverted through fear.�+~ @yerage attend anceof the schools_ during the past year has beenexceptionally good, and a targeper cent. of the children are en"_ Folled'in the schools. The inter-- _ @stin-public schools is increas-Gig) and there is constant demand_ for improvement in every par.ticular, and good progress in this:direction is being made from yearto year._ There~sre in~ the county now95 white school districts and 56~forthe colored race. The numberenrolled in the white schools for~the past year wasT 3,812. In theeolored schools there were 3,472.o@¥erage attendance in theSchools was 38,212; in therolored, 3,180. The length of theermT for whites~is 114 weeks; co}-6 teachers.$23.50 permonth;0.. Amount appropri-was too forced a contrast presentedto his imagination by the term.oYou forget, Ralph, that Ethel is| eighteen"quite old enough to haveten by Prof. W: H. Ragsdgle,/ some idea of moral respopstbility.�with a yawn, ~~but I should as soonexpect to find a kitten with acon-|science. She has never been allowedto think or act for herself, butbas always beenbands.�uncletelling the truth.charged that women are naturalliars, and if there is any truth in the|statement"I for one do not believeit"then they transeress throughfear.for telling the truth.�gone into the ministry.have made a success.�scourged people into Heaven.not sure I would have given them agreat deal of line upon line, and pre-cept upon precept.have mach to do with our course of |conduct.�thing,� said Mr. Wynne, severely.you say that you believed yow were~born with a passion for gambling,end you ~have needed help to save!you from yourself.no mercy for another sinner.�BY NES ML RaxxEHerold Wynne walked his braryfloor with irritated and empbssteps. His brows were drawn to-gether by a frown that looked likeill-temper, but may have been per-plexity, and his lips were set insstraight line that showed the posses-sion of a will, determined and self-reliant. A handsome man, well-groomed, no longer young, but inthat golden prime where the alertsoul knows its own value.**Ethel has told me another falsehood,� he said in cold, even tones,addressing his nephew, RalphMeadows, who sat in a window re-treat reading up some problem incivil engineering, and who laughedsuddenly, as if the subject im edhim humorously, instead of shock-ing bim as bis uncle expected~~Poor Ethelf� he said; o] donTtbelieve it is in that child to speakthe truth.�oChild!� His uncle winced. There~ooTrhe, uncle,� answered Ralph,h & puppet in othersT**You undervalue her,� said his, ¥: .ooNo, I only do not expect toooFear?�**Yes, fearof the consequences oflt has beenI have seen children whipped~Really, Ralpb, you should haveYou would**Well, at least; I would not haveLam,CircumstancesoLying: is. such: a: contemptibleoSo is gambling; yet 1 have heardStill youre jbis heart was calling his relativesa = a he of judgment and other un-oaBefore he could speak the doorjopened and Ethel herself entered, abeautiful liar, indeed, her large,guileless blue eyes wide and won-dering, with innocent curiosity.~~There she is to speak for her-self,T said Mr. Wynne. ~~Ethel, didyou not tell me you were at homelast nigat all the evening?�Ethel looked anxiously from tbeface of the uncle to that of thenephew, but, seeing no help ineither, she answered, sweetly:**Y-es, Guardy, I was in my ownroom learning the lines you gave metocommit from Longfellow. I canrecite them now.�Ralph Meadows was convulsedwith suppressed merriment, but Mr.Wynne saw nothing amusing in theoccasion, as Ethel with a statelypose and dramatic gestures recitedthe lines:oIf by night the frogs are croaking,Kindle but a torchT, fire:Ha! how soon they all! are silent"So truth silences the liir."THarold Wynneapplauded his ward,but his nephew was undeniably an-Rry-**I have read somewhere,� he said,othat truth was a greatly over-esti-mated virtue. If things were to goon like this, I should be inclined toadopt that~opinion.�Mr. Wynne returned persistentlyto the original grievance. ~~Wherewere you last night, Edith?�o~T have told you, Guardy.�**You were out walking with me,Ethel. Why do you not tell him?�asked Ralph.*ooI"I forgot.�*~There!� said Mr. Wynne, angrily,osee bow one lie begets another.Why could she not have told me thatinthe first place. I must say it wasan improper proceeding. Wherewas Mrs. Fleming?�oIn her bed, sleeping the sleep ofthe just. We were in by nine o'clock.If there was any blame it belongs toas Tasked Ethel for her com-aoEt is not necessary, Ralph, thatyou should shouider EthelTs respon-sibilities,� his uncle said in an ~an-noyed manner; ~~she is old enough tcact for herself. I sometimes wish"�he stopped, and remained silent.*~Not that you had never taken meintc your life"donTt say that!� crieddeside him and pressing her sweetips to his hand; o~you havebeen too good and kind to me, and Ican never repay you"and I will try,Guardy, indeed, I will, to profit byyour goodness. tgive me!� }She .rase with shining eyes anelike @ vision of sweetness passed outdi the room, nor did she once cast aglancg at the younger man, who innames.ee eer ""hands~at the back of his neck, andsat deeply thinking. "oI'll do it!� be said at last; o~it ismy duty, and the only way to saveher. She needs a strong, firm handto guide her. I know her failingand will temper justice with mercy.Ralph, listen to me a moment.�ooYes, sir.� Ralph laid his bookdown"it was doubtful if he had beenreading"and prepared to give re-spectful attention to what his unclewas about to say.oI have decided to marry Ethel.�**Indeed, sir?�oIt -will make nodifference to you,as your property will remain yoursby law; I have enough without that.And you will make your home herewith Ethel and me. She likes you,and if she did not it would make nadifference; she must respect mywishes.�T~I should think,� said the youngerman slowly, ~~that you would hesi-tate to place your happiness in thekeeping of one who telts"liest�*~Not at all,� answered his uncle,coolly. ~~Thatis the one flaw in anotherwise perfect character. I shallphy of Truth,T and other literaturé~of the same moral aim, and striveto teuch her to love truth for truthTssake.�T .His nephew smiled. He did notknow much of that delicate and com-than he.of avoiding falsehood. But he mere-ly asked: |**Have you spoken to Ethel?� |Mr. Wynne touched a bell and sentsee her. She came as promptly asif she had been waiting for bis mes-sage. Was it possible she antici-pated the honor about to be con-ferred upon her?and had taken her hand.uncle,� he said, briefly.my wife.vight.�"Detrcit Free Press.NEThe steamer Aurora leaves Washing-ton every Saturday night at 11 oTeluck,arriving at Ocrac ~ke Sunday morningat 7 o clock. Returning leaves Ocra-eoke Sunday afternoon at 4 o'clock, ar-riving wt Wasington Sunday night at12 o'clock. Fare for the round trip$1.0) MID-WEEK RIP.The same stenmer makes a wid-weektrip leaving Washington Wedne«daymornings at 7 o'clock, touching at Bay-side, Gajlords, Atuora. Oregau andSwan Quarter, Returning leaves Oc-racoke ~Thursday, mornings at 6 o'clocktonching at same points. Fare for the~Ethel is|. When the girl was gone from theroom. Harold Wynne clasped hisreund trio $2.50. "J.A. Burgess, Gen. Mer.read to her treatises on the ~Phijloso-plex shrine, a woman's heart, but he ©felt assured his uncle knew even less »To be coerced into telling -the truth seemed to Lim a poor way .oNo, but I will see her to-night.� »word to his ward that he wished to -Before Harold Wynne could speak, |his nephew advanced to meet Ethel |**You aeed not sacrifice yourself, -We were married last "ey