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THE SINGERS. He struck his harp a sounding stroke, And high in heaven the music rang; The echoes in thc skies awoke , Fluting the mighty note he sang. And no one paused to greet his thought; Life was too swift and love too sweet; He sang his lofty stave for naught. The throng went by with hurrying feet. But one who loitered by the way, Who wore no singing robe at all, Lifted a warble light and gay As a child's laugh, a throstle's call. And half beneath the breath his strain Seemed fuA of tunes all men had heard Long, long ago, sweet falls o' rain, The love song of the mating bird. Thc rustling leaf, the murmuring dove. They heard in that melodious sigh; The whisper of first trembling love They heard and their first lullaby. Within their .hearts they sang his lay Again. They kissed his garment's hem And threw their laurels in his way That he might oet his feet on them. -Harriet Prescott SpoSord in Independent p!ll!lii]!ll![!lll!!lllll!ll]!llill|[l!;!l!l!l!llllill?l!!l!:i| J1 ?lffft ?I I ( E= The Swamp Swallowed the Loco- EE ~ motive, and the Lake Swal- =r - lowed the Swamp. = EE -^S* EE = BT M?KLET ROBERTS. ?? EE Copyright. E= ^lIll?[IIl!il!!llII[l!?II!l!llllllll!!!ill!!ll!!![lll!!ll[Ullli!? Ifr was undoubtedly a swamp. "There ain't no shadder of a doubt of it," said the railroad men when they cut sods from the moss with short handled shovels. North of them stretched the mighty prairies, not yet yielding corn, for half 4t thousand miles. Beyond the prairie lay the muskeg, the barren lands of northern Canada, haunt of the red eyed, matted musk ox, of the moose and caribou. South was Lake Superior, a silver .green sea, quiet, unruffled and tremen -dous. Upon its shores thousands of men were working at the making of a ; railroad, part of Britain's steel girdle round the world. But now it was on the anvil, and the nature of things was bucking against the intention of man, and every now .and again Fate pipped a card played by the engineers, and this happened sometimes just as the C. P. R. man was reaching out his hand to collar . -the stakes. "A swamp, it is true," said the sur veyor, "but nothing serious. Let the engineers look to it" They , shifted ahead and measured the rotund earth and left the swamp behind them. And a spell of dry weath er took the engineers in. It even took Archer in, who was not truly an en* * girieer. but a man who- understood things generally and often was hard iest driving when he was as invisible as steam in the cylinder. "Get on, get on," said Archer, who ivas a real chunk of millstone grit, orig inally from Torkshire and American ized till he bit like a file into any op position. . "I just mean having it done," was Archer'^ motto, and it was forever in his mouth. . -, "He meant raving lt done" should be his epitaph and perhaps will be by and by when it gets done finally. So when the swamp spread out he jumped on It and declared decisively that it wasn't a swamp at all, or, if it ?was, it wasn't much of a one. And if it was much of a one he didn't care. "The railroad goes over it," said Archer, for he wanted that section through, and in his mind was the no tion of the driving of the last spike, which represents heavenly attainment and paradise to railroad men. And the railroad did go over it. and then Archer said: "I told you so. Hurry up, now; hur ry up." ^ As everybody had been hurrying up till the horizon danced the men grunt ed a little. And Archer slid east on a train on business and wasn't back for three days. As be returned it rained in a gentle, Insinuating way, good for crops and soothing to the farmer's mind, as it was a long time from har vest But it did not soothe Archer, who ?wanted nice, dry, warmish weather, as he knew men, if they worked at all, never worked as well in rain, for when a man is thinking about himself it takes his mind away from his shovel and he who would shift 15 cubic yards of "dirt" in ten hours will come down to shifting only 12 or less. He got out at Nepijon. "Ifs a bit damp, Mr. Archer," said a man loafing there on the platform. "Humph!" said Archer. "And they do say there ain't no rail road on that swampy patch," said the Nepijon man. "What?" ' "No railroad on that swamp piece, I said," returned Nepijon, spitting. "Gone through !" \ "The deuce!" cried Archer, and, go bing to bis office, he found a few tele grams/reading: I 1. "Swamp looks very shaky." 2. "Swamp too soft Car* hardly ruu the gravel train over it." 3. "Road gone in. Locomotive gone with iL Wire instructions." Archer went outside and shook his fist at Nature and swor? a little very softly and a little not loud and, get ting on the locomotive with the engi neer, went like the wind on a visit of inspection. "I own it freely," said the man, with his hand on the lever as the engine fled west like a squattering duck. "I own it freely, Mr. Archer, but I never had no confidence in that swamp." "Nor me," said the fireman. The engineer shut his left side sub ordinate up with a frown cf surprise 'which was like a blow with a clinker rake. "You didn't, eh?" said Archer. "And why not?" "Waal, Mr. Archer, it's this way," returned the engineer: "I felt that she didn't trust it. And when a Dian's en gine don't trust thc road, but gets on a nervous trenmlation, like a horse on a plank bridge that's bendy, a man hasn't tho proper confidence neither." "Humph!" growled A relier. "That's so," said the engineer as he peered aiiead through the rain, which was now coming down "kersplosh." The lake was bist under a black squall, but here and there it showed a thunderous green, like live swamp, green and mucky, in bard dried fen. The road's ditches were full of water, . anti so were tho drain culverts runni athwart thc road. "It's got to bo tried with all weal ers." said tho engineer, who was ratl religious. "The Almighty says tl about all things, Mr. Archer, and ra roads ain't no exception and have) no especial gifts of grace. It's go works put the railroad through. \ find salvation on the bedrock." But Archer had no love for theolo; then or at any time, and he growled. "Here we are, sir," said the sente tious man at the lever. They pulled up at a bit of a waysi shanty that is now a dandy static and Archer lit off the locomotive in a puddle. He found a gang of melancholy ma ers of railroads awaiting his comiri They looked very much ashamed themselves. "So you've let her through, ha you?" cried Archer reproachfully. And Scott, the chief of them, no ded. The others nodded, too, like a tomatic Chinese mandarins. "We've let her through, sir," sa Scott; "that's a fact." Archer nipped him by the arm ju above the elbow. "Come in and let's have a look," sa Archer. And he went out of the she ter into the rain. Behind them tailed the gang of su dued subordinates. A dozen of tl men came out of their tents and fe lowed. "Think bully Archer can cure her' asked one. "He's a rustler." "Rustles us." "And himself, sonny. But this y< swamp! Dr. Archer can cure swami and give new life and . tone to tl whole railroad system of the C. P. I Do not delay till it is too late. Mei tion this advertisement." The tail of Archer's group laughed ? the joker. But Archer overheard, fe he had ears. "You heard that?" he said to Scot "Young Wade ls saying I'm the swam doctor. If so, it's my first case." They came down to the creek or li tie river which bounded thc swami The bridge was wrecked, and the rail gradually disappeared into bubblin slime on the far side of the water. An right across the swamp which no^ glimmered in pools lay a broad ban of this same black slime, markin where the road to the Rockies and b( yond had once been. "Oh, British Columbia!" said Arche to himself; "oh, British Columbia, mus you wait?" He spoke out "So the gravel train went through?" "Yes," said Scott, with the cur American affirmative, "it did so." "Then she's deep?" "She. is so," said Scott, pulling hi mustache. "We'll report this when we've eure? it," said Archer. "Oh, hang this rain How shall we cure it?" Scott put the end of his mustacbi into his mouth and chewed it. "Mr. Archer, it's my opinion that i was a mistake to take this linc. I would have paid us to go up yonder." "Extra, miles cost dollars. Mr. Scott,' snapped Archer, "and never mint about the ought. What's to be dom now? For I just mean having'lt done and that settles iL" He sat down on a baulk of pine lyinj on the ground and motioned Scott t< sit beside him. The others retreated. "He says 'hb just means having ii done,'" said Charley Wade. "He's ? tough, isn't he? . I'll bet drinks he does it too." And he and his crowd argued all thc way back to camp. "A swamp can be drained," saic Archer. "This one drains Itself," replied Scott "We're sitting beside the drain now." "Then we want another." "I don't see how it's to be done, slr." "I just mean having it done!" cried Archer. "But for raising difficulties give me your expert. This man whe knows too much knows too little." "And the man who knows too little often knows too much, sir," said Scoti sharply. "Oh, pshaw!" cried Archer. "I'll cure this swamp or bust. It's late now and getting dark, and I'm wet to the skin. But tomorrow I'll go through this swamp and fix It I tell you I mean having it done. Think it out, Scott I'll give a month's pay to any man who makes a feasible suggestion, whether it works or not." He went back to the camp and staid by himself, sweating over the swamp problem, while the crew of engineers and the men argued till the night fell on the lake and the vast fertile north ern prairie. And it rained mightily till dawn, when the sky cleared in the east and the sun came up from Ontario to see how the work got on. It found little Archer sitting over his swamp, thinking lt out, an I went on to Inspect the Rocky Mountain division, where 10,000 human ants strove among the great hills. And when the sun came round again it still saw the man who meant having It done sitting over his swamp, thinking it out. He called all the engineers up one after the other and found them fixed in cursing the surveyors for having struck this swamp in fine, dry weather. But none of them had any notion of clearing up the difficulty without de lay. "I mean having it done and without any more waste of time," he said to Charley Wade, who was as bright as the best of them. "If this .swamp stays, there's a reason for it. What is it Wade?" "It's not so much above the lake lev el, slr," said Charley, "and maybe there's a connection between the two." "Come herc," said Archer, and he walked the young fellow far down the bank of the creek. "Isn't this a good enough drain?" "Only it don't drain It," answered Wade. And then Archer clipped him tight by the shoulder. "I've got it, Wade. Look at the creek and read It and tell me what you read." Wade knitted his clear young brows and stared at the black and gloomy stream. But he read notbiug. "You see nothing?" laughed Archer. "Then I'll show you engineers what's wrong. I told you I meant having it done, and when I say so something's got to give. Go and get nie the hont up here from the shore. You'll lind nie here when you get back." And while Wade ran for the boat Archer strode alongside to tho camp. "Give me an iron rod," lie domar ed of the storekeeper, "and let me ha It quick. One ten feet long, and st at that. Steal it take it. get it, m alive!" And as he stood waiting be look back between the steel rails runni east past Nemagosenda, Metagama a Nipissing till they struck the Ottm river and went through under t crowned city of Ottawa to Montre; And westward, westward lay t mighty mountains, and beyond the was the sea. "Let us get our bit done, my mer said the doctor of the swamp. "Oh, just mean getting it done!" The storekeeper came hurriedly, tr ing not to run for the sake of his di nity and hardly daring to walle whi the half tamed bear. Archer, danced < the hot plate of his desire. So Archer snatched^a long clearli rod from the hands of his man an with it over his shoulder, started ba< for his sick spot in the railroad, like thick set little surgeon handling a pr bang and hungering for enlightenmer for he was moro like a surgeon than doctor, and no dilettante or mere fui bier at that "I'll drain you," he said savagel "I'll give you beans. I'll rake up yoi vitals, my precious swallower of 1 comotives. I'll make you a mud sp and scrape you dry'with a shovel." His eyes brightened, and he walkt with a swing. Three deep lines b twix his eyes were now two, and if h diagnosis of this swamp disease wei but accurate he would smooth 01 these to a single crease. He got back to his drain, the slo and dismal creek, and saw Charle Wade in the distance coming up froi the lake in a rotten shell called a boa "Step light or you'll step throug] sir," said Charley. "She's a bask< and as crazy as a state asylum." "Was it easy rowing up. Wade?" asl ed the little bear, handling his rod lil; a harpoon. "Easier up here than below," sai Wade, and the bear grunted joyfully. "And still she tells you nothing?" Wade looked up chopfallen. "Not a word, sir." "You came through a place where ; was a bit weedy, eh ?" "I did," said Wade. "Let her drift," said Archer, like bear when he smells honey. And he let his iron hang deep in th water, but found no bottom. "I'm on mud." said the boss, and h stood up. "Lot her drift," he said sharply, an ':e jabbed into thick ooze. / "Not yet," he growled. "Go lower." Again he jabbed at the uuder eartl and the rod went deeper. "Ugh!" said thc boss, and there wer three lines between his half ' closei eyes. "Oh, a yard more!" he cried to Wade and then he rammed again at the eartl and struck a rib. The divining roi rang. "Oh, I've got it!" said the surgeon and the world was a- happy place fo him that moment "I touched her on, I touched her! Ribs o' rock!" Wade opened his eyes and under stood. "Hurrah!" he cried. ."You read her now?" said Archer with tho open brows of a child. "She's A, B, C," laughed Wade, ant the boss and the boy shook hands. What greater joy than to circumven' the ancient cunning earth ! The Makei of Things and the builder can ( edan it Let those of a city's meaner joys and those who play their little willi against a brother ant's brains laugh i! they will, but they are nothing in che scales of Fate when God holds the hal ance and sets against their golder plumpness some natural lord of tbs open air. "Say nothing about this, Wade: not a word," cried Archer. "Some of you think I'm nothing but a whip and spur." "Not I," said Wade. "I told 'em.;' "Lemme ashore," cried Archer, "and take your boat back." He marched to the camp triumphant, holding his hat in his hand. "Send me quick three rock men, with drills and dynamite," he cried cast "And this is private," he added to the operator ticking the message. And early next morning he had three lads of metal drilling uuder water iuto a rib of the earth. "There's nothing in it," said Scott, a blt sulky at being dispossessed of tho Initiative by this brigadier who believ ed ho saw the enemy's weak spot "There'll be dynamite in it," said Wade to himself. "And grumpy Arch er's in it, and he's a whale at things." And grumpy Archer growled and swore and tramped and stamped and walked round and round his swamp and up and down it and waited for the ? crisis and the proof. Between his eyes came other lines, and they were criss crossed with other wrinkles. I "I'll rake your insides out," he told the swamp that regarded him with fat, black contempt and stood In ooze. "I'll rake and scrape you and make dry peat of you and got my locomotive back." \ The lads drilling went at it steadily, ; and when one hole was made under the dark water Archer ordered another. "I'll give you pills, my hoy," ho told his sick railroad, "and fetch you out hale and hearty." ; He sat watching the men work, one of them turning the drill stolidly and j the others striking. "Keep the hole up and down. Don't [ go out of the rib," said Archer. "Ifs ! not so big across." All who were doing nothing caine down to look at the operation, and they made bets for and against, ac cording as they believed in Archer or in Scott "A dollar he does!" "And a dollar he doesn't!" "Fifty dollars I do!" said Archer. "I just mean having it done." And next morning early they put in the dynamite cartridges, tailed like fizzing comets, with Bickford's fuse. "Set 'em going," said the doctor, and all hands sat back to watch for geyser spouts in the creek. And presently the crack came, and the water heaved, and a rock lump leaped in fun m. "Bully for our side!" said Wade, jumping. "I'll double my bet." And now the creek was lined with men who watched it in doubt that soon was doubt no more. "She's nioviug!" yelled Wade, and the others cheered. For thc current of the stream was swift Archer with his rod, was jabbing for that earth rib, and ? found it no more. Tho ancient accu mulation of weed and wreck and ooze piled up against it: began to go. and the stream moved swifter and swifter as it cut its way into the earth. And as it moved it sank inch by inch. "Have I done it?" asked the doctor. "It looks like it." said Scott, "and 1 own you've beaten me. She's draining -draining fast." "Let's go up higher," said Archer. "Where's my locomotive?" He set men by the place of blasting, and as the creek fell they cheered the way for it. He piled them into thc water with their shovels. \ and the swamp went out into the lake and made a black, broadening band in the silvery waters lapping on their beach. .TU teach you." said Archer to the enemy; "I'll teach you! Give me back my locomotive!" And presently they saw the engine show itself above the sinking ooze, and from both sides of the swamp the length of three long rails was visible. "A bit of sun," said Archer, "will make it peat. I'm wanted east just now. Hurry up, hurry up." And the man who meant having it done went back to do something else. New York Press. 31 nd o Him Singr Bans. "What man has done man can-do," is a good motto, but it needs to be in terpreted in tho light of common sense. Every now and then we hear of a man who takes it to mean that a little per severance will make a Newton or a Beethoven out of the stupidest of us. Here is a stoiy connected with Lid dell, the somewhat overpositive dean of Christ church, borrowed from The Spectator: Dr. Corfe, the organist of Christ church, was at this time sorely plagued by one of the choirmen, whose alto singing was miserably bad. He came to the dean. "Mr. Dean, I really cannot have that man singing any longer. He spoils the whole choir. If only he sang bass it would not so much matter, but such an alto is intolerable." "Very well, Dr. Corfe," said the dean, "I will deal with the matter." So the choirman was sent for. "Dr. Corfe complains of your sing ing and says he cannot have you sing ing alto any longer, but that it would not be so bad if you sang bass. For the future, therefore, be good enough to sing bass." "But, Mr. Dean, I cannot sing bass," rejoined the man. "Well." answered Liddell, "I am no musician, but sing bass you must Good morning." And for mauy a year afterward, as can be but too well remembered, the mau sang bass till he was dually shelved. Evils of Continued Anxiety. Some years ago I collected the sta tistics regarding the lives of stockbrok ers in a certain city and was surprised to find that nearly every person who lived a sober life and continuously studied the ups and downs of the money market failed either men tally ( or physically in a short time-less than a dozen years-ultimately disappear ing from active life. On the other hand, the men who were operators of great skill and cool ness and who lived regularly mest of the time, but occasionally gave way to tho drink habit and disappeared sev eral days at a time on account of help less drunkenness, lived longer and had fewer mental disorders. This, of course, cannot be construed into an argument in favor of drinking even occasionally, but was to my mind p. very strong indication of the benefit coming from the occasional complete relaxation* from Intense mental anxi ety. Protracted anxiety without rest breaks more men than does hard intel lectual effort-Medical Record. Pockets and Sentiment. "Married or unmarried?" asked the measurer of a Walnut street tailoring establishment of a customer yester day afternoon just as thc Saunterer chanced to stroll into the place. "Unmarried," replied the young mau, with a blush. "Inside pocket on the left side, then," observed thc tailor, as if talking to himself, while in the memor?ndum book cn the counter he made a note to that effect After the young man had departed the Saunterer could not refrain from the query: "What difference does his being sin gle make in his inside vest pockets?" "Ah, my dear sir," observed . the knight of the thread and needle with a bland smile, "all the difference in the worid. Being unmarried, he, of course, wants the pocket on the left side so as to bring Iiis sweetheart's picture over the heart." "But doesn't a married man want his wife's picture in tho same place?" inquired Hie scribe. "Well, there may have been an in stance of that kind," replied the tailor in a doubtfully hesitant tone of voice, "but I must confess that such a one never came under my observation." Philadelphia Inquirer. What lUnde Armor Obsolete. "Firearms and Armor" is the theme of a paper by Julian Corbett in Long man's. The traditional idea that lire arms occasioned the disuse of armor is shown to be unfounded. lu fact, "plate armor and gunpowder wert in troduced in the same century." He argues to prove: "Thc real explana tion, thou, of the disappearance of armor is, firstly, that witli thc devel opment of military science light cav alry proved itself more serviceable than heavier cavalry, and, secondly, that light cavalry in their origin were mounted musketeers and ware there fore unarmored. Except iu their early days musketeers, it must be remem bered, never wore armor." marine Corps Chevrons. There is only one branch of the Unit ed Slates service whero tile chevrons of sergeants and corporals are worn ns tiley wen; a century ago and as they are still worn in a very large portion of the English service. This is in the United States marine corps, and here tliey are inverted, til:; point ut' Hie chevron being toward tho rhouldor instead cf toward the wrist, sis in all branches of the service. The other cu rious feature of the service i.s thal tho colors ol' the corps arc red and yellow, those of cavalry and artillery, while the service is actually infantry. P??NT??G HAT TIPS. THE WORK IS DONE FROM STEE!, PLATES OR BRASS DIES. A Vast Variety of Design* Necessary to Meet tue Demanda o? the Trude.' An Interesting Business ami How It Is Cor?dacted. Hatters' printing, -which is the print ing of names, trademarks and other de signs upon hat tips and sweat leathers in hats, and upon the labels used on hat boxes, is a business by itself. The hat tip, or crown lining of a bat, is sometimes made of paper, oftenest of ? satin. In a silk hat and. in some stitt' j hats tho tip covers the entire interior of the crown above tito sweat leather; ? in straw Lats the tip is very often ! composed of a broad strip of satin ? upon a lace crown lining. Many stiff hats and most soft hats are now fin ished without tips, in which case the trademark or name is printed on tho s weat leather. Tip printing is done from brass dies and in the finest Work from steel plates. These dies and plates are made in very great variety. In a large es tablishment devoted to hatters' print ing there might be found -30,000 dies and 10,000 steel plates. Proof impres sions of this?great number of dies and plates lill many huge, ledger like vol umes, upon whose pages they are se cured as in scrapbooks. There are throughout the country thousands of retailing hatters, ?Inch having a separate die of his own, with which the tips of the hats he sells are printed; some hat jobbers might have many dies, including dies of trade marks and designs for special lines of goods. All these dies and plates, how ever varied and widely distributed their ownership may bc, are kept in the establishment of the printer, ready for use on occasion. The owner pays for the engraving of the lirst die. the cost varying according to its elaborateness; if a die or plate becomes worn and a new die is needed the printer supplies it. In t!ie large hatters' printing estab lishments everything pertaining to the business is done, including the design ing and engraving of the dies and plates, as well as the printing from them. Some designs, the trademarks of old established houses, become fa miliar from long continued use. As dies and plates wear out they are simply replaced, the design continuing the same. On the other hand, every year, for one reason and another, many designs go out nie, and finally the dies and plates are destroyed; but every year there are produced for individual deal ers and for general trade purposes thousands of new designs, so that the number of dies and plates on hand at the printer's is always great. These designs, aside from those made for in dividual hatters, include a very great variety rf subjects. Thus there might bc seen printed ou hat tips ships and locomotives and horses and anvils a.nd many other things; and any name or object of public interest at the mo ment is likely to be reproduced inside of hats. Almost every hat worn bears within it printing in some form. If the hat has no tip it appears on the sweat leath er, and it may also be in such a hat upon what is called a sticker, this be ing a piece of paper, cloth or leather, in outline of the exact shape and size of the die, upon which are printed the dealer's trademark and name, the sticker being pasted in the center of the crown of the hat. The retail hat dealer, wherever he may be, if he desires a distinctive trademark ur name design to appear in the hals he sells, sends to some big hatters' printing establishment for a design; he sends, perhaps, a suggestion of his own, or it may be that he relies upon the designer of the printing es tablishment. One or more designs aro made and submitted to him for ap proval. According as may be required, such designs might embody in some ar tistic form simply the name and ad dress; often such dies or plates are made iii designs appropriate to the re gion, state or locality. Such dies and plates are made in almost endless va riety. The plate would remain at the printer's, and when the retailer ordered hats of the jobber with whom he dealt the jobber would have the tips ami sweat leathers with which the hats thus ordered were finished printed from the customer's own dies. Tips are printed in gold leaf, in silver leaf and in aluminium leaf and in ink in various colors; sometimes they are printed in combinations of colors. Most commonly, however, they are printed in a single metal or color. All sweat leathers are printed in one or another of the metals. Box labels for hat boxes are made both plain and embossed in a very great variety of styles, and these are printed In variety as to color. A hat dealer might have his own design com plete for box label as well as for hat tip; or he may select one from among many box labels that are made with a blank space to receive a die and have his own die inserted in the label. Man'' hat tips printeii from dies en graved here are exported to Canada for use in hats that are finished there; and j there are also made here suitable dies , from which are printed hat tips for hats exported to South America.-New j York Sun. lils Fair Proposition. "Are you able to support my daugh : ter?" asked the old gentleman. "You I know she has pretty expensive tastes, j and 1 don't mind saying that the bur den has been pretty hard for me at times." "That's just thc point," exclaimed thc prospective benedict. "If 1 marry her, we can divide the expense." Chicago Post - Man is a pccular animal. When lie gets what lie wants he doesn't want it. CASTOR IA j .For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought I .Makes Artificial Evos. Tucked away in quaint old world corners we lind some of tho most odd personages. Such is the great artifi cial eye maker and painter, A. Muller Hipper. In quaint Lauscha, ir. the very heart of old Thuringen's dense forests and high mountains, he sits and works away day in and day out, sur rounded by bis family, the male mern- , bers of which are all experts in this delicate work and have been such since tho days of his great-grandfa ther, who first started the work in Paris, but who, owing to the strong anti-German feeling, was forced to re turn to his native mountain land. They have grown rich, but lead simple, quiet lives. While the writer sat iu front of Mr. Hipper .he deftly mixed dilerent col ored glasses over his gas lamp and within half an hour brought forth a perfect reproduction, in everything but ? real sight, of the writer's eye. Every j year thousands of eyes made by this ; old world family find their way to I America.-Leslie's Weekly. Cruised Indigestion. "Why does Henpeck refuse to eat sausage?" "He says that they provoke sad thoughts. He proposed to his wife on tho golf links."-Brooklyn Life. - According to estimates of the salmon pack rmide at the principal can neries on Puget sound in the last few days, this year's product of cauned and pickled salmon will reach fully 750.OOO cases, or a gain of 50 percent, over last year's pack. This means that the product of the canneries sold in the English aod American markets will realize about $2.300,000. - 'Ola." said a discouraged little Maple Avenue urchin, "I ain't going to school any more." . "Why, dear?" tenderly inquired his mother, j 11 Cause ;tain't no use. I eau never learn to spell. The teacher keeps changing words on nie all the time." - Every druukard was once a mod erate drinker, and boasted that he could drink or let it alone. The only man safe from this terrible demon is he who positively refuses the first glass. Notice to Creditors. ALL persons having demands against tho Estate of J. Walter DicksoD, deceas ed, are hereby notified to present thom, properly proven, to the undersigned, within the time prescribed by law, and those indebted tn make pavment. J. C. GANTT, Adm'r Oct 4. 1899_14_3__ Copartnership Dissolution. THE copartnership heretofore existing between Luther S. Bigby and I. Walter Cox, under the firm name cf Big by ?fe Cox, at Pelzer, S. C., was dissolved on July lsr. by mutual consenl. All accounts, Ac., due the firm to be p3id to Luther S. Bigby, who aleo assumes the liabilities of the firm and continues the general merchandise business. LUTHER S. BIGBY. I. WALTER COX. Sept 27,1890 14 3 LAN3D"^AL? ~~ MORE Land than I need. Will sell in large or small lots. Land fresh, productive, well timbered and lies well. Community healthful, pure, cold water, good citiz9tis, good roads, schools and churches. Communicate with W. L. SMITH, Ila, Madison Co., Ga. July IS, 1809 4 3m Valuable Plantation for Sale. In A ACRES, more or less, on Bea . \t verdaut Creek; in a high state ot* cultivation. 30 acres bottom land, 30 in pine woods, 14 in pasture, '100 in cotton laud. 3 houses on it. Bounded by Rev. George Rodgers, A. M. Guyton and oth ers. Will sell on easy terms. Purchaser to pay for paper? and stamp.'. For fur ther particulars apply to M. Berry Wil liams, Guvton, S. C., or MISS LIZZIE WILLIAMS, Anderson, ir. C. July 12, IS90 3 Valuable Lands for Sale. 'E ofter for sale the following Tracts of Land : 1st. The Hopkins Tract, situate in Pick en;? County, containing two hundred acres, more or le?e. 2d. The i ?. W. Miller Tract, containing one hundred and twenty-four acres, more or less?. This Tract has upon it ? good Mill ?nd Gin. 3d. All that part of tho Home Tract of br. H. C. Miller, lying in Anderson County, being eighty acres, more or lea?. These three Tracts of Land lie on the waters of Eighteen Mile Creek, respec tively, within one and a half to three miles of the towns of Pendleton, Clemson Col lege and Central on the Southern R. R. These Lands are finely wooded, with uplands and low lands in cultivation. For further particulars apply to Jas. T. Hunter, Pendleton, S. C., or John T. Taylor, ou the premises. W. W. SIMON'S, CARRIE T. SIMONS, BESSIE E. HOOK, Exec. Est. Dr. II. C. Miller. Aug 39, 1809_10_3m DR. BURGESS, DEWT?ST. IN Pendleton every Monday,Tuesday and Wednesday. At Clemson College every Thursday Friday and Saturday. April 20,1899 44 ??m NOTICE FINAL SETTLEMENT. Ti e undersigned, Administratrix of the Estate ol .John M. Hall, deceased, hereby gt\w notice that she will on the 2Sth day of October, 1899, apply to the Judge of Probate for Anderson County for a Final Settlement, of said Estate, and a discharge from her office a" Administra trix. CORA HALL. Admfx. Sept. 27, be9!> 14 5* 50 YEARS* EXPERIENCE TRADE MARKS ^.>?^ DESIGNS Wf! 1 COPYRIGHTS &C. Anyone sending a sketch and description m.i> fji:!i;l;ly ascertain our opinion free whether ;u> invention is probably patentable. Comhtunica t ii ?us strictly comblent hil. Ilnndbookon Patenta sent free. Oldest aucney for securing patents. ?'atetas taken through Munn .V: Co. receive sui dal notice, without charge, in the Sde? American. .\ handsomely it' istnited weekly. T,nrccst cir dilation of nny seicntiOc Imirnal. Tcrnis. ?S a vivir: lour months, ?L Sold by all newsdealers. ?VIUNN & Co.361Broadwa> New York Brauch Onice, 025 V St., Washington. D. C. 1HHHI THE mw WAY, - ?ES-?^N \Y70MEN used iSmffi^ ?w to think " fe ^^ffl^O) male diseases ". Wwf?/J^^ could only be Wfftr^>^ treated after "lo M? ' J c a 1 examina WBL W tions" by physt IffU JK clans. Dread of Kef? ^ such treatment Kp ) kept thousands of PS^*^"*">^ modest women silent about their BHM suffering. Thein sBSfffg troduction of Wine of Cardul has now demon strated that nine-tenths of all the cases of menstrual disorders do not require a physician's attention at alh The simple, pure taken in the privacy of a woman's own home insures quick relief and speedy cure. Women need not hesitate now. Wine of Cardul re quires no humiliating examina tions for its adoption. It cures any disease that comes under the head cf "female troubles"-disordered menses, falling of the womb, "whites," change of life. It makes women*beautiful by making them .well. It keeps them young by keeping them healthy. $1.00 at the drug store. For advice tn cases requiring1 special directions, address, elvina symptoms, the "Ladles* Advisory Department," The Chattanooga Medicine Co.. Chatta nooga, Tenn. W. I. ADDISON, M.D., Cary, Miss., says! "I uso Wine of Cardul extensively Ia mv practice and find i t a most excellent nreparaUon for female troubles."_ E Of CARBLE D. S. VA3TDIVER. E P.;VANDIVER J. J. MAJOR. DEALERS IN Fine Buggies, Phasetons, Surreys, Wagons, Harness Lap Robes and Whips, ARE in their elegant new Repository over Vaudiver Bros. Store Between Masonic Mall and New Bank. If you need anything in our line we have the good H , ibo guarantee and the pri?e to piease. Wo highly Hppreeiate all the trade giv en ii-, and are trying to give the very best B'"?gies that can be sold for the price. ?. nice lot of New, Cheap Buggies onba-d. The price will positively sur prise you. Yours for Buggies, VAX DIVER BROS. & M A JOE. WT a. MCGEE, SURGEON DENTIST. OFFICE-. ront R,orr.', over Farmew ned Me chants Bank ANDERSON, ?S. C. f-'? 1898 33 NOW is the time to have your Buggy Revarnished, Repainted, and new Axle Points fitted on. We have the best Wagon Skeins on the market. All kinds of Fifth Wheels and Dashes. Headquarters for Carriage, Buggy and Wagon Repairs. PA OL E. STEPHENS. Desirable Plantation for Sale. ABOUT 300 acres of Land, on Three and Twenty Creek, two and one half miles east of Pendleton on the road leading to Pelzer, is offered for sale. There are about 25 acres of bottom land. The place is well watered and well adapted to stock-raising, and has between 50 and 75 acres of forests. For further information apply to J. MILES PICKENS, S-3cn _Pendleton, S C. Notice to Teachers & Trustees. ARegular Examination for both white and colored teachers will be held ou Friday, Oct. 13. Under the rules of the State Board of Education certificates of teachers who did not attend the Summer Normal can not be renewed. If your certificate expires before the next Spring examination, this will be your only opportunity to secure a cerif?cate. Trustees are forbidden ly the school law to employ teachers who have no cer tificate, and a teacher who is employed without a certificate is in danger of losing his pay. The examioation will begin promptly at 9 a. rn. and all applicants are ordered to be here at that hour. Trustees who have not already done so are requested to forward tbeir annual report to mo at once, as my report to the State Supt. must be completed at an early date. R. E NICHOLSON, Co. Sup't. CHARLESTON AND WESTERN CAROLINA RAILWAY. AUGUSTA AND ASHEVILLE SHORT LINE In effect July 23,1899. Lv Atigu3ta. 9 40 am Ar Green wood. 1150 am Ar Anderson. Ar Laurena. 1 20 pm Ar Greenville. 3 00 pm Ar Glenn Springs. 4 05 pm Ar Spartanburg.I S 10 pm Ar Saluda. 5 33 pm Ar Hendersouville..... 6 03 pm Ar Asheville.! 7 00 pm Lv Asheville. Lv Spartan burg. Lv Glenn Springs. Lv Greenville.... Lv Laurens. Lv Anderson. Lv Greenwood. Ar Augusta. 140 pm 6 10 pm 5 35 ara 10 15 am 9 00 am 8 2S am! 11 45 am 10 00 am 12 01 am 1 37 pm I 3 40 pm 4 00 pm 7 00 pm 7 00 am 2 37 pm i. 5 io pm ll 10 am Lv Calhoun Falls. Ar Raleigh. Ar Norfolk. Ar Petersburg. Ar Richmond. 4 44 pm 2 16 am 7 30 am 6 00 am 8 15 am Lv Augusta. Ar Allendale... Ar Fairfax. Ar Yemassee... Ar Beaufort.... Ar Port Royal. Ar Savannah... Ar Charleston. 10 05 am 11 15 am ll SO am J. 20 pm 8 10 pm 3 55 pm 4 20 pm 5 20 pm 5 35 pm 7 GO pm 7 30 pm Lv Charleston.I 6 2S am Lv Port aoyal. Lv Beaufort.... Lv Yemassee.. Lv Fairfax., I;V Allendale.. Ar Augusta. 1 00 pm 1 16 pm 2 30 pm 6 55 am 7 20 nm S 20 nm 9 20 am 9-85 air il 25 am C1OH> connection at Calhoun Falls for Athens Atlanta Cad all poiets on S. A.. L. Close connection at Augusta for Charleston Savannah and all points. Close connections al Greenwood for all points on S.A. L.,aud Ct:;, Raliway, and at Spartan burg willi Southern Railway. For any information r lative to tickets, rates scheduie. etc;, address W. J. CRAIG, Gen.Psss. Agent, Augusta,Ga: E. M. North,Sol. Agent. T. M. Emerson .Traine Manager.