LOCAL DIRECTORY.COUNTY OFFICERS.Superior Court Clerk, E. A. Moye.Sheriff, R. W. King.Register of Deeds, W. M. King.Treasurer, J. L. Little.Coroner, Dr. C. OTH.ouse.Survevor,Commissioners"C. Dawson, chmTn.Leonidas Fleming, T. F. Keel, OEE L.Smith ands. M. Jones.SupTt. Health, Dr. W. H. Bagwell,W. Smith.Laughing-SupTt. County Home, J.County Examiner of Tcachers."Prof,- H. Ragsdale.TOWN OFFICERS.Mayor, Ola Forbes.Clerk, C. C. Forbes.Treasurer, W. i. Godwin.Police"J. W. Perkins, chief, Fred.Cox, asst; J. W. Murphy, night.Councilmen"W. H. Smith. W. IL.Brown, W. Tt. Godwin. T. A. Wilks,, Dempsy Ruftin, Julius Jenkins.CILURCHES.Baptist. Services every Sunday (ex-cept second u orning and night. Prayermeeting Thursday night. Rev. C. M.Billings, pastor. Sunday Schvol at 9-30A. M. U. L. Rountree, SupTt.Catholic. No regular services.Episeopal. Servicestvery fourth Sun-day morning and night. Rey. A.Greaves, Rector. Sunday School at 9:30A.M. W. B. Brown, sup't.Methodist. Services every Sundaymorning and tight. Prayer meetingWednesday night. Rey. G. F. Smith,pastur. Sunday *chool at 9:30 4. M. A.Bb, Kllington, Supt.Presbyterian. Services every Ist and3rd Sunday morning and night. Prayermeeting ~haesday night Rev. ArchieMe Lauchlin, pastor. Sunday Schvol at9:30A. M., D. Kvauns, SupTt.LODG Es,Coveaant Lodge No. 17. [.~meets every Tuesday night.et, N .G,Greenville Lodge No. 28t A. F. & A.M. reets first and third Monday nightsZeno Moore, W. M:a work. }O.ePrniD.D. Has5 HETNESS: I UIGKHESSsen. YOUR "2 JOB -:- PRINTINGam iQ fie.REFLECTOR OFFICE"IF YOU WANT"g First-Class Work.GB ~c2 09s ea2cemscsscsscsscsCERES CER OERHE LOST HIS SANDThe Man Who Would Ride on aSnow Plow.He Came Out of His Experience a Wreck~-His Nerve Gave Out and He Suf-fered a Collapse"A Storywith a Moral.Ata Detroit hotel the other daywas a guest whose countenance woresuch a frightened expression that hewas an object of attention and re-mark from all others. Some saidhe must have been thrown sky-highby a Texas steer within the last dayor two; others that he had been ruracross a trestle-work by a passen-ger train; others still that his wifehad suddenly pulled a gun on himand taken the reins of governmentin her hands. It is easy to find outall about people if you have a knackfor it.~ooWhy do I carry such a wild,svared look?� queried the man inreply, as he made himself comforta-ble in a big arm-chair. ~~I flatteredmyself that the expression had aboutworn off, bat I begin to doubt if itwill ever pass away entirely. ITvebeen trying hard to look placid andcontented for the last hour, but itseems to have been a failure.�~~Did a bear, panther, alligator,Indian warrior or a ghost have any-thing to do with it?� asked the in-terviewer.o~No"nothing of the sort. Youngman, did you ever ride on a locomo-tive?�~oVes.TT*~On a railroad snowplow?�~*No. �~~Well, perhaps you know that arailroad snowplow is about the big-gest, strongest and ugliest lookingthing on wheels. Put two of Temtogether and youTve got a batteringram, which would go through abrick house like a streak of hot lard |running down hill. Ridingon a loco-n-=tive is a cradle compared to rid-ing on a snowplow when out foryusiness.�T~*But it shouldnTt scare a man outof his boots.�~Well, it did me, and thatTs why Icarry thecountenanceI do. It was+he 15th of last January that I tookt little trip over a few miles ofjorthern Minnesota railroad, but Ihav-nTt got through shivering andshaking and palpitating yet. I wasat atown called Anthon during athree daysT snowstorm, and when Iwanted to start for Morehead theiine was blocked and all trains can-celled. There was no reason why Ishould hurry away, but as soon as I~ound I couldnTt go I wanted to beff. ThatTs human nature,know. When told that a couple ofbig snowplows were at the depotpreparing to open the line to thewestward, I went down and didwhat I thought was an awfully cutebat nde Ptyou.oBribed one or tne engineers ottake you on, eh?�oJust so, my friend. Yes, sir, I| worked my little game through thedepot master and. the engineer ofthe head snowplow. Sorie of thelong green stuff changed hands.perhaps, but thatTs neitber here northere. Jt was supposed that 1 hada dying wife at Morehead, and wasalmost crazy to reach her before thegrim Monster bore her bence. Whenthe big plows started out I was snug-ly ensconced on the firemanTs seat.I had never seen a railroad snow-plow before, and had no idea of whatwas to happen. The snow was aboutthree feet deep on the level andpacked hard, and I anticipated some-thing new and novel in that ride.�~~And vou were not disappointed?�queried the interviewer.~~Alas! no! I enjoyed the thingfor the first mile or so, and then westruck a drift six feet deep by twohundred feet long. Such a driftcouldnTt stop the plows, but youought to have seen what happenedwhen they drove into it! It was asif a cyclone blowing at the rate of qthousand miles an hour, and armedwith teeth and claws, had swoopeddown into the cut. The whirl ofsnow shut out daylight in an in-stant. It flew fifty feet high, and itwhirled back over the cab in a greatwave. I was buried out of sight andalmost smothered in the first dash,and before we got through thatdrift ITd have given fifty dollars tobe.back at Anthon. The grinding,puffing, wheezing and groaning ofthe plows was of itself enough: toscare a man unaccustomed to it outof a yearTs growth. When we ranout of that drift I had snow ir myears, my hair, my pockets, myshoes"down my back and up mytrousers-legs, and my flesh seemedto be burning.�~~But the snowplows went on?�~~ITm sure they did. ITd have beenwilling to drop off and foot it backto town, but having agreed to getme to Morehead to close the eyes ofmy dying wife, the engineer smile¢at me in an encouraging way andadded that the drift was only a lit-tle one for acent, If we didnTt runoff the track or blow up weTd be sureto encounter something worth pitch-ing into. The fences were of boards,ond for ten miles after leaving thatfirst cut the snow was rolled off oneach side of the track in such a wayas to break them flat down, postsand all. It was likea great steamerplowing through the water, but thesnow had weight to it as it wentrushing against the fences. Youheard the cedar posts go pop! pop!pop! like so many musket shots, andmany of the boards were reduced}to splinters and the splinters sentflying in the air behind us. By andby we struck a second drift.�**Yes, you struck a second drift,�repeated the interviewer, as theman shook and shivered and made aoTe was a 5 drift to hectic insfinally said. It was a cut with bank:twenty feet high"and three hundrefeet long, and the snow had blow:in till the cut seemed even full. Theengineer expected to find sucha condition of uffairs, and had increasesteam pressure and eave ~He wentfor that drift like a cagerushing across a field to Pptramp. Iwas hanging on for iolife and had my eyes shut when westruck. We ran Into the drift sgdistance of fifty feet and then istopped. When we came toa stand-still I was back on the tender buriedunder two feet of snow, and whenthe engineer and fireman dug meout ITd have sold myself for a brasscent. A more forlorn, dildpidatedand disgusted husband of a dyingwife will never be seen on the face of!this earth. I offered the boys, asnear as I can remember, three mil-lion dollars to run back to Anthon,but they only laughed at me. Theywere out to open the tracks, and asI had come along I must stick. wee~o~And so they bucked the driftagain ?�~Heaven forgive 'em, but theydid! They backed out, got up moresteam and into the cut we dashedaud gained another twenty feet. IdonTt think I fainted away, butsomehow I lost all interest in theproceedings after that. All I canremember was of being bouncedabout"bruised, cut and burned"ofseeing more snow above and aroundme than 1 ever supposed fell uponthe whole American continent atone time before. We were an hourgetting through that drift, andanother in reaching a town calledDetroit City. There I was tenderlyremoved from the snowplow andtaken to a hotel and a doctor sum-moned. and my dying wife was leftto die or to get well.�oAny bones broken or cylinder.heads blown out?�~~No. The doctor found cuts andburns and bruises from head to heel,but he said they didnTt amount tomuch. It was the shock to mynervous system that troubled himand for two weeks he could not besure whether I would remain a foolto the end of my days or eventuallygain enough horse sense to enable.me to get out of the country. Thingsfinally turned my way, butIam amarked man for life. My hair standsup most of the time"my eyes reveala feeling of terror"niy pale face tellseverybody that I have lost my sand. .ThatTs my story. Seek for the moral °in it and donTt make a fool of your-self with your eyes wide open.�"==_Detroit Free Press.Took- lt Back._ Singleton"I hear youTre engaged. :Congratulate you, my boy! = "s_|Ben Dictus"You didnTt hear itguite right. ITm married.Pingo es, excuse me, latn. ~-Once a Week. ,