Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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And I hear him carolling snfii; A sweet and simple lay, That we often have sung together, While he turns the oxen aw 1 .;. 'i he buttercups in the pasture Twinkle and gleam like stars; He has gathered a golden handful, A-leaning over the bars. He has shaken the curls from his forehead And he is looking up this way; Oh, where Is my sun-bonnet, mother? He was thinking of me all day. And l’m>going down to the meadow, : For I know he is waiting there, ^^Mttiethe sunshine blossom* in the curls of my yellow hair. »tK. YAHKSPUK’S KOMaNCE. Row- Mr. iiaiispur was out in bis orchard, gathering apples for cider-making. The trees were weighed down with thei heavy fruitage, and about their sturdy tranks the clover, all dappled with pink, was blowing in purple waves. Mr. Larkspur's orchard was ample 1 and prolific; his fields, pastures, gar dens. all thriving and luxuriant, his worldly possessions plentiful enough. Nevertheless, Mr. Larkspur, though prone, as a usual thing, to bear a thank ful heart and a cheerful countenance, was at this time not at all bright of visage or merry of spirit. Lifting his head from a hall-bushel basket of garnet ond-gold fruit, he conld see, between great, lazily-leaning tree tranks, and across a grassy lane, the pretty bit of a cottage belonging to his nearest neighbor, Miss Rowena Davis, tucked in amidst sugar-maples and silver-leaved poplars like a brown chocolate .drop ia fruuy paper. And Mr. Larkspur, thinking^r*f. Miss ena, sighed. V . , They were only neighbors, now. There had been a time when they were good friends—remarkably good friends. Rat that was before a certain obnoxious Captain tikaggs had some to Baxter’s Cross Roads; before Mr. Larkspur had said unkind things on his account to Miss Rowena, and she nad said unkind things to him; before their crowning battle, wherein he had bitterly observed that she was rather more of a coguette then become her years, and she had retorted, with hasty inelegance, that, as far as years were concerned, a pot should net call a kettle black. And from that point matteis had stood stock still until the previous Sunday at church, from which time Mr. Larkspur began to think he had some reason for suspecting that Miss Rowena was repent ing of her folly and obstinacy. He gathered the idea from trifles—a half glance, quickly withdrawn; a faint, peach bloomy blush; and, now he came to it, she had lingered a little ju^^PKside the gate alter meeting, where he might easily have joined her, as she, perhaps, wished to give him the ^ opportunity of doing. He regretted new that he had not [done so, instead of poking oil with Mrs. | Deacon Cottonwood, and listening to Ithe interesting history of the deacon’s tve “biles.” Mr. Larkspur sighed again as his eye oamed over Miss Rowena’s pretty do- in and down to her blackberry patch it the other side of the lane—a thicket tangled, trailing bushes, with tofts wild, rank-growing grass waving •h, like plumes; and there it rested, there ho beheld Miss Rowena’s pink- ;-ham sun bonnet just above a feath- bunch of grass, looking like a big flower growing there, ; wouldn’t be very hard to step across lane and speak to her. There was use keeping up a foolish qnarrel; me one had to spfak first, and— ^Without giving himself time to back n from his purpose, Mr. Larkspur ed the fence and crossed the lane, was half inclined to run away again he got within speaking distance; hat if she had taken fresh offense having lot slip the opportunity of g up she had gjven him, and scorn dy overtures ? wever, he encouraged himself by ng a position where a flourishing grapevine, clambering into a hiok- saplmg at the edge of the field, screen him a little, and break the >f scornful looks and sharp words, such be his portion, heart jolted up and down ner- at sight of that bonnet, with its pe and fall frill, and of the light sacque below; even the well- striped calico apron dimly seen the drooping grass and vine-sprays, back of the bonnet was toward tin bucket stood dose be- If-full of the purple-ripe said Df smoon. Miss Ena, experimentally, iwena was either too deep- hear, or was not prepar- fiy advances, for the snn- i no sign of turning in his Hat determined not to be discouraged, now that he had le a beginning, Mr. Larkspur brave- 1 his vp ice and proceeded. smart of blackberries this i there ?” i word, and only a slight nod i rewarded aim. said Mr. Larkspur to him* b’s mad about liunday, Be- blame then, 1*11 go ahead. >r notion of the '‘xv “We used to be good friends, didn’t we, Rn ?” A little droop of the bonnet. “And there ain’t no use of our fussing now, is there ?’’ Immovable grimness on the part of the bonnet. “I say, there ?” persisted Mr. Lark spur. Still no response from the bonnet. “Ena,” desperately, “speak—say something, can’t you ? if it’s onlj to scold 1” No effect whatever on the bonnet. A wagon came rambling up the lane. “I’ll not stay here hke a fo< 1 no longer!’ vowed Mr. Larkspur. “Good-by, Miss Ro—and it’s for good !” With one glance at the bonnet, which he thought nodded slightly, he hurried away. “Ef she wonts to stay mad now, she kin stay mad,” ho declared. “I’ve did all I kin. ” “Yon ain’t got nary grain of sperrit, Rowena Davis !” asserted Mrs. Levi Davis, a stumpy little weman with a freckled race and a shrill voice. “Why don’t yon take Captain Skaggs and be done with it, hey ?” “Well,” said Miss Rowena, deliberate ly, ‘ T don’t for sever’l reasons, one bein’ that he ain’t asked me.” “Shucks !” said Mrs. Jjevi, vigorously plunging her darning-needle into a gray K rn sock belonging to her liege. “You ow hit’s only a qaeshun of time— might as well make up your mind; you know you hke him.” “Yes,” admitted Rowena, with a little sigh, “I hke him well enough, but—” 'T believe you’re a-pinin’ for that owdacious Larkspur,” observed her sister-in-law, sharply. “I knowed It —I sayed you hedn’t no sperrit ! Won’t do you no good noway. He won’t never come ’round. Ef he wanted to make np, why didn’t be make up when he hed a chance ?” Miss Rowena turned to the window with scarlet cheeks. Why did he not, indeed ? “He jest showed, a Sunday, he didn’t keer a cent whether he seen you or not.’ The color deepened in Rowena’s cheeks. Notwithstanding her sister-in- law’s assertion, she did have spirit—too mnch when it got the better of her principle and heart ; as it Would now and then; and Mrs. Levi was purposely taking the surest course to excite it to a bigh pitch. “You’re jest a fixin’ to be an old maid all your life,” continued the little wo man. “The captain ain’t agoin'to stick to you always, neither, of you don’t let him think ) ou’il hev him. He’ll marry Jinny 'Ducket; yet, ef you ain’t keerful. She’s willin' enough. I reckon Lark spur must be goin’ to se« that gal that’s a-atayin’ at Deacon Cotton wood’s: that’s why he went home vritn Mrs. Cotton wood from church. Anyhow, he couldn’t help seein’ how you waited for him, an’ as long’s he didn’t try to make it up then, when do you reckon he will? Never ! That’s what I say, an’ you’ll be left. Captain Skagga, he thinks a heap of you now, but ef—” “Oh,” cried Rowena, desperately, “do stop, Sophy ! If Captain Skaggs should ask me to marry him before Mr. Larkspur speaks tome—” “Would you hev him !” asked Mrs. Davis, eagerly. “I—1 almost believe I would,” falter ed R iwena. “Goose if you didn’t!” said Mrs. Levi, tersely. Mr. Larkspur stood beside hismoadow- bars, sentimentally out of temper. Miss Ro vena's snubs of the day before had filled him with anger and sorrow. He frowned and sighed alternately. Raising his eyes to the chocolate-drop cottage beyond the lane, he saw Miss Rowena among the hollyhocks in the back yard, feeding her chickens, with a blue veil tied over her bead ; and he knew just how the little flax-brown w aves of her hair rippled np under its rim in their own sweet, odd fashion, until her face seemed set in a blue-aud-gold frame. * The next moment he scowled. The swinging form of Captain Skaggs was coming rapidly up the lane. He did not appear to see Miss Rowena; his •yes were fixed on the black-berry patch, and he was making directly toward it. Mr. Larkspur’s eyes involuntarily fol lowed, and then be gave a sudden jump, ‘ and rubbed them, and then lie climbed upon a bar to scrutinizj the berry-patch more closely. There was Miss Rowena’s pink bonnet still, the cape fluttering in the morning air; there was her linen sacque, and oe- side her the tin bucket reflecting the a gleaming waits ring from its edge—all jost as it had been yesterday. He looked across at the figure among the hollyhocks. That was Miss Row- ena, beyond a doubt. A sudden im pulse, and an equally sudden spring, sent Mr. Larkspur over the baus, aud across the lane, aud up the 4 o’clock jordered walk through Miss Roweua’s yard. It was Rowena among the holly mocks; her gentle, wondering brown eyes were turned directly toward him, while the rose-oolor crept into the face in the blue- and-gold frame. ‘Ena,” cried Mr. Larkspur, “it wasn’t yon in the blackberries yesterday that snubbed and sulked at me, was it ?” Rowena turned her eyes toward the pink bonnet, for whose benefit Captain Skaggs appeared to be indulging in much eloquence of speech and gesture, while the provoking tiling nodded and drooped as it had When Mr. Larkspur talked io it, turned them back toward Mr. Larkspur, and a ripple of langhter startled the bees in the hollyhocks. “It’s only my bonnet and sacque ! she said. “Sophy fixed them np there yesterday, to look like me, so the boys wouldn’t get all the berries while we were away, and I suppose she foigot to take them away this morning. She set the backet of berries alongside as an extra bit of strategy. That’s all.” Captain Skaggs soon discovered his mistake, and started to fee house, but perceiving a pair of radiant, ur mis taka- ole lovers among the hollyhocks, he changed his mind, and went home. Sonne Animal Stone*. “I used to know a lot ef stories about animals and things,” said the old man, dropping a Nevada paper and regarding the exchange editor earnestly. “Soma of ’em was quite curi’s and interestin,’ ” and he leaned back in his chair and joined his finger t ps meditatively. “Animals do some very strange things,” assented the exchange editor. “Which reminds me of my roan mare,” continued tbh old man. “I think that roan mare know’d more’n a hired girl. She had a tail that reached the ground and you ought to see that mare catch trout.” “How did she do it?” asked the ex change editor brightening np. “Well, sir, she’d back up to a stream and flip her tail in the water, and ont they’d come. Sometimes the air would jest be full o’ trout, and the old mare a fisbin’ and that tail flyin around landin’ the biggest fish ever neen. Oh, she was old Sagacity. Once a man stood watchin’ her and dodgin’ the fish, and all of a suddint he referred to one as a speckled beauty. That roan mare just turned about and kicked his brains ont.' “Served him right!’’ commented the exchange editor energetically. “But she died,” sighed the old man. “How did that happen?” “The trout fixed it up on her. One dsy about a gross of ’em got hold of her tail to once and hauled her in. She made it pretty lively for ’em and when she went under a good many fish came to the surface laughing!” “That’s pretty strong,” conceded the exchange editor. “Speaking of strength reminds me of how my old brindle cat us;d to open clams. She’d sit around and howl until the clam opened his shell te throw an old boot at her, and then she’d stick in her claw and tickle the sole of his feet till Le got to sleep, and then she had him; Clams is a very sagacious bird, too. Ever watch one’” “Not until he was cooked,” sighed the exchange editor. “I had one that was right up on him self. The flies am* mosquitoes used to bother him when he opened his shell, until he caught a spider and made him weave a web across his month, and then he was happy. Curi’s thing about the clam. After that he used to open him self in the back to feed; opened on the hinge end so’s not to disturb the spider My darter elaimed that he was a young female aud hooked up behind, but we all fcnow’i better.” “Can you show the clam now ?” groan ed the exchange editor. “No, sir,” replied fie old man sol emnly. .“He came to grief too. Yon see that ftlam YX7oa wr/vny* xi——-1 v,ir **' to sit in front of a rat hole all day long, and smell like cheese. We never could get on how he did it, but he did. That was bis sagacity. When the rats came out he’d go for ’em, and I’ve seen him get eighty to a hundred a day. One day he nipped a stager, and that was the last of him.” Make it short.” muttered the ex change editor. “Yes, sir. Well he got the rat by the tail, and the rat just climbed over and tickled him on the other end. He opened and caught the rat’s foot, but of course he.lost his grip on the tail The rat began to scratch him pretty badly un til the clam opened and took in another foot. In this way the rat got all four feet inside the shell.” “Well what then?” “The rest wasn’t very hard, The rat sprawled around until he got his head and body in. Then he had him?*' “I don’t see how,” remonstrated the exchange editor. “Just hire; there wasn’t room for ’em both iu the shell, and the clam had to get out, and out he came.” “Where did he go?” inquired the ex change editor. I don’t know,” answered the old man, impressively. k igbttnc 1 An Auiagins Fea«r. Captain John M. Bowman and Dj L. Laugton, two well-known spon of Muncy, have just returned from Ohlu’s Oldest Mar. Samuel de Champlain was the “Father of New France,” or Canada, by gaining week’s hunting iu tlteswildA of Sullivan | and keeping a foothold uear the St. Law- tlwy i^lite some rune —Hubert H. Bancroft, of San Fran- ciioo, the historian of the Pacific coast, owns s library of 86.000 volumes. A coronation is always signalized by acts of Imperial clemency, and in this respect the ukase issued by Alexander II., of Russia, on the seventh ot Sep tember, 1866, remains meir 'rable. * It granted a complete amnesty o all the Political offenders of 1826-’66, aud of the Polish rebellion of 1831 who were still in exile or in prison; also pardons to press offenders, military defaulters, and to about 5,000 other individuals in jails. The Empire was entirely exoner ated from military conscription during a term of four years. A new and more equitable assessment of the poll-tax was decreed. Most of the disabilities which weighed upon the Jews were removed. Thousands of Crown serfs were manu mitted and received grants of land. Finally, the children of soldiers who. under the former reign, had been brought np by the State to enter the army were restored to their parents. Those truly wise largesses evoked the most cordial popular gratitude, inso much that the Czar began his reign as a people’s darling. He was so well aware of this that he conceived the grand idea of giving a banquet to 200,000 of his poorer subjects from Moscow and the adjacent villages in the plains aronne Petrowski. Preparations were made for this amazing feast by covering square mile with tables, and the tables with hunks of beef, bread and casks o drinks. Unluckily,the impatience of the guests did not allow them to wait till the day of the dinner. A flagstaff had been erected in the .middle of the plain, and it had been airanged that the sig nal to “fall-to” should be giving by the hoisting of the flag. On the evening be fore the day of tee feast, while sor*T 20,000 mujiks were loitering round the plain sniffing the food, an officer named Minakoff, wishing to try u the ropes of the flagstaff worked well, gave them a tug and sent them aloft. In a twinkle of an eye the multitude of mujiks awOoped upon tee table and made a clearance. The Czar laughed when he was told of the matter. “Well, well, so long as they enjoyed themselves that is all I warned. 1 am sure he anat have feared that they were going to eat him also.” county, Pa., and tl*>y m thrilling adventures whilelfi’ tea region. They establisfied their ^.^dquarters in the cottage of Captain Bowman, at Lewis Lake, and crossing that body ot wat< r to the mountains on tee other side commenced operatioiA. The trophies of tee first day result s in the killing of one dser, two foxes and a porcupine. The second day they wore not so lucky, but they discovered ffooh bear tracks leading in the direction of the nearest settlements, and they resolved on cap turing bruin. Judging from the tracks the bear was of great size, and extnHnd caution was necessary to get near el^-urh for ft shot. The captain carried a silver-mounted Remington that never missed fire, and the doctor was armed Nvith a double- barrelled shotgun, a Hatchet and an Indian pipe, obtained from a Sioux chief when residing in Iowa. They failed to find tee beaf that day, not withstanding the most ; careful search. On the third day, however, they were more fortunate. The 'doctor had be come separated from the captain, and while he was in the aot of clambering over the trunk ot a fallen hemlock in a laurel thicket he was startled by a fierce grow!, and on pausing to reconnoitre he discovered the bear sitting on its haunches in the bashes watcing him. He acknowledges that he was startled by the monster, which was of enormous size and evidently not disposed to re treat. What to do he did not know. He dared not nse his shotgun on the beast and the captain was not iu hailing dis- tan e with his rifle. As he stood delib erating the bear made a movement toward him, evidently bent on mischief, Its eyes were fiery and it displayed a double row of savage-looking tooth. The doctor says he felt like repeating tee Lord’s Prayer right then and there. Bat there was no time for worship in the wilderness, as tee hear was moving upon him in -force. Ije instinctively raised hia gun and let ‘drive with one. barrel, the contents $>f which went crashing into the bear’s'ear. This en raged tee brnte and, rising on its hind legs, .it rushed uj»on tee doctor, who emptied the contents of tee other barrel, u a moment the savage beast, smarting with pain, was close upon him and he conld feel its hot breate i ‘on his face as it grappled him. He dabbed it with his shotgun, bat as the weapon de scended the bear warded off the blow with his right paw and sent the gun spin ning through the air. doctor found hunsea m me grasp of the beast, but he retained suffioient self- possession of mind to resolve to sell his life dearly. Grasping his hatchet, which was heavy and sharp, he rained slows on the head of tee monster. 2very cut went to the skull of tee ani mal, and os it reached witn its powerful arms to embrace him he sunk the wea pon in its flesh to tee Lilt. This seemed disconcert the beast for a moment, bat it soon rallied and, grappling tee bold hunter, prepared to give him the death-hug. Just as it was drawing him into close quarters Captain Bowman, who had heard tee shots, appeared on the scene, and, taking in the situation at glance, sent a ballet crashing through the head of the bear and his comrade was saved. On releasing himself from the arms of the animal tee doctor found that he had sustained but trifling damage, but he regarded his escape from a horrible death as remarkable. Being a dentist he said he could not help admiring its beautiful white teeth as it came at him with distended jaws. His gun was found twenty feflt away, with bent bar rels, and Lis beautiful Indian pipe was badly broken, They succeeded in dressing the animal and getting tee carcass to the cottage, which they found to weigh three hundred aud forty pounds. Captain Bowman says he considered hlis friend beyond salvation when he discovered him in the embrace of the beast, and it was only by a Inoky phot that he saved him from a horrible death, SolTed the Problem. A man from North Billerica, Miss., bought a piece of wild land near Lake Hickpochee because of a wonderful natu ral curiosity which the land agent pointed out to him. It was a palmetto log wedged into the branches of a water oak twenty feet from the ground. The purchaser moved upon the place, end spent his lime between meals and grubbing roots in won dering at tee log in the tree. One day last week he solved the problem. It rained as it rams only in the Everglades, turning a flood of water from the saw- grass region down into Lake Hickpochee, and his neighbors heard him shouting three miles away. He hallooed all night long, and the next morning they went over in & boat and brought him out. He was sitting iu the top of the tree with his feet m the water, and, with a long pole, was keeping off floating palmetto logs that were endangering his seat by wedging themselves in among the branches. The land agent thinks he can sell the place for him at a profit when the water goes down, f the fl )>d does not ruin the curiosity. Coming Oat. reace and in 1003 iu laying the foundation of Quebec, lie was followed by mission aries, one of rhoee servants was Jean Baptiste Reveur, who died near Lake Champlain about 1666. His great grand son, Peter Reveur, was an engineer in the French forces m America and of the the party that built the sixty torts from the mouth of tne St. Lawrence to that of the Mississippi about 1725, aud which u- c'.udcd Detroit. The name of Louisiana was early given that vast region, claimed by France, between the^Allsghany and Rocky Mountains. When the King of France had dominion in North America, ail the domain northwest of the river Ohio was included in ihe province of Louisiana, the north boundary of which, by the treaty of Utrecht, concluded between Fram e and England in 1713, was fixed at Ihe forty-ninth parallel of litilude nortli ot the equator. After the conquest of the French possessions in America by Great Britain this tract was ceded bv France to to the English, by the treaty of Paris, in 1708 Peter Reveur had a son, Jean Rnveur, who became a trapper and hunter, and married in 1776 a woman of French Indian extraction attached in domestic service to the British garrison at Detroit. Jean was away most of the time hunting and trading with the Indian, but his wife remained at her old place at the fort in which.her son Joseph Reveur (now angli cized into Revere) was born j uiy 4, 1777, one hundred and six years ago, The babe grew up into a hearty lad and learned the trade of a baker from the British baker of the post. By the treaty ot peace signed at Paris September 3, 1783, the cl urn o the English monarch to the northwes, territory, including Detroit, ceased. Jos eph Revore plied his trade of a baker at Detroit and other government military posts on the lakes until the outbreak of ’he war of 1812. The Indian allies of the French did not at once accept the peace of 1783, aud Pontiac, the great Ot tawa Chief, incensed at the transfer of his lauds from one European power to another, stirred up a great conspiracy of the tribes of the lakes tor the destruction of all the British ga'risons. Detroit endured an eight months’ seige, but was saved by a half-breed .Indian girl, the. ILtle sister of Joseph Revore’a mother, who revealed the plot in time. Peter Reveur, the grand father of Joseph Revore, was a lieutenant of the French forces under Montcalm and was killed with bis commander at Quebec in 1759. Jean, the father of Joseph Ke- veur (or Revore, as now spelled), adhered to the British in the Revolution, but ren dered no special services beyond those of scout and pilot near the great lakes. He severity years, dna was Wiiu llieiuaiautf and their British allies when defeated by General Mad Anthony Wayne, at Fallen Timbers, August 20, 1794. Joseph Revore, in the war of 1812, joined the American forces and was with General Hull when he ignobly surrendered his army, the Detroit post and all Michi gan to the British. He witnessed ihe gallant Colonel Lewis Cass break his sword rather than deliver it up to the British commander. During the war he was a* Fort Meigs, * Malden and on the river Raisin. The exploit cf that war in which this aged veteran takes the most pride was his participation in Harrison’s victory over the.allied British aud Indians undi.r Procter and Tecumseb, on the' river Thames, where not ten feet away he saw Culonel Richard M. Johnson shoot Tecum- seh. At the close of the war he lemained in the neighborhood of Fort Meigs, work ing for a Mr. McIntosh in a tavern and then for a Mr. Forsyth, who kept a store. Finally he drifted to Pittsburg, where he married and where he kept a bather shop and bakery combined In bis young days he was a famous athlete and boxer, and even after be was fifty years old he could throw any man in illshurg or lhat region. His tour chil dren having died, he came down tbs Ohio river with his wife, and about 1850 settled in Felicity, where for many years he fol lowed his trade of a baker. H :re, during the late war, his wife died aud the old man was left without a known relative in the wide world. Finally time made its cruel advances on him, his infirmities in creased and two or three years ago he came to the County Infirmary. Here your reporter tound him propped up iu his bod, and aft|f an interview with him gleaned the foregoing data. He will soon pass be yond the great river, and not many days will ensue ere this ageu warrior will have finished the good fight and gone to lealms unknown. PlaAdlns Lacy. Dr. Haughton. a well-known sage of Dublin, an enthusiastic lover of animals and keenly interested in zologioul mat tors there, lately invited a London wit to breakfast with him at tee Zoologica Gardens in company with a few kindrei spirits. As soon as the wit appeared he was called on for a happy thought, and promised that if one occurred to him he would give it forth. Dr. Haughton was speaking of the difficulty of keep- ing~up the funds of the society—six, pence had been charged at tee gates- and twopendl, but it was hard to get sufficent money in. “A happy thoughti cried his guest. Throw open tee doo and let the people in gratis. Then close the gates and open the oiaergates—the doors of the cages. Finally, charge the people coming out!” Bits tor the liable*. One evening when Lucy's psp* had come home com the Office and eaten his supper he went into the parlor and planted himself on the sofa. After he had been there a little while he noticed that Lucy did not come in and make a break at the piano, as was her custom. This puzzled the old gentleman greatly, but he was very happy, because the parents of girls who play the piano usually feel like tak ing an axe to that instrument But pretty soon Lucy entered the room and began telling her papa how much he loved him and how dark and cheerless her life would be iu cate he should be called above. Thu sort of talk made her father feci rather solemn, for he had been to the races a good deal and would occasionally go out with the beys, and when a man gets on the shady side of fifty ije doesn’t particu larly care to have people lug the “Sweet By and By” into their conversation. But pretty soon Lucy placed her hlly-white hand on her papa’s brow and began to smooth his hair, saying how glad it would make her if tee could only smooth the furrows of care that time had placed there. Then she artfully shifted the sub ject. and spoke of how cold the weather was getting and what lovely sealskin saques she had seen in the store windows down town that afternoon. Then her father saw what she was up to, and dropped on himself. So, L jT the time Lucy got around to that part of her talk where she put her arots around his neck and kissed him and asked him to buy her a sealskin, he had neatly arranged his lie. He told her of how poor the crops had l>een, and that trade was in a very dull state because ot the uncertainty as to what office Ben Butler would want next, and sung such a song that Lucy began to think she was lucky to have a place to sleep in and a pair of heavy shoes for the winter. “ No, my child.” he said, “ l cannot think of spending $300 for a sealskin saque when times are so hard.” And Lucy said she was sorry she had mentioned the subject, and went away feeling quite sorry for her papa. Boon alter she bad left the room her big brother came in. “ 1 saw that horse you were talking about,” be said to bis papa. “ Did you ?” asked the old gentleman. “ How fast can he go ?” “ Two-thirty,” replied the big brother, “and $1,000 will buy him,” Rising quickly from the sofa. Lucy s papa wrote a check and handed it to his son. “Go and close the trade to-n:ght,” he said, “and to-morrow afternoon I will make some of these people t hat think they own trotters look like hired men. ” So you see, children, that Bonn! papas think more of beating two-forty than they do of making an only daughter happy. Gilts made to tee baby, who is yet too young to appreciate tokens ot af fectionate regard, are of course wel comed by the mother. Simple and in expensive gifts of this sort are the little bibs of fleece-lined pique. The edges may be buttonholed in sc illops, with whi te or with tee scarlet or blue work ing cotton, which is warranted not to fade, and which really will not do so; or very pretty ones are made of thick muslin, two thicknesses, with a thin layer of cotton between; quilt these in small squares or diamonds; in the cen tre leave a spaoe large enough so that if you choose you can embroider the word “baby,” or the initial of a name, or a flower. The edge may be scalloped in buttonhole stitch, or a durable edging may be sewed on. The daintiest socks now made are of tUk, knit jost as tee little worsted ones are; they are not so serviceable for cold weather as the worsted ones, bat to adorn a baby-bas- det no premier object can be devised ; a little very soft ootton should be stuf fed in teem, so that they will stand up right, but do not let it abow at tee top, or above where tee tassels are tied. A lovely blanket is made of soft white flannel, with a narrow hem, to which is sewed an edge knit out of split zephyr. In aaoh corner of the blanket aooe fig ure is embroidered in tee delicate -out line stitch; it is a pretty fancy, in two comers, in soft-blue silk, to work fig ures of the Kate Greenaway atyle and Here is an old anecdote, very familiar many years ago, and old enough to be new to many of this generation, which was a regular Thanksgiving night stand-by. No gathering about the fire ever separated without its being told. It ran something in this way; A new railway had beta opened through a bleak and unsettled section of conutry, and had been in operation only a short time when a heavy snow began falling and soon completely blockaded the road, stopping tne train with its single passenger car far from any plaee of habitation. There were a dozen trav elers, but as tee prospect of relief within a few hours was good they were taking the unpleasan 1 situation calmly. Among teem was a tall, lank, lay-preacher, whose countenance was chiefly remarka ble for a pretematurally large mouth. Soon after the train came to a standstill he arose at the forward end of the car, and with his blandest professional smile began; “Now, brethren and sis ters, we’ve got to stay here shut up together for an hour mi two, so let us make tee best of it. I say brethren and sisters because we are all brethren and sisters—ain’t that so? Of course we are. Now les Lave a little expe rience meeting here. Why not? We all love the Lord, don’t we? We all believe He knows best what is good for us, don’t we? Of course we do. Well, les talk about him a little. To begin with, we all believe there’s nothing the Lord couldn’t do if he wanted tp—we all believe teat, don’t we?” At this point a green-looking countryman, who had been watching the smiling speaker with close interest, startled him by say ing: “Wall, now, I dunno ’bout that. I think I know ono thing the Lord couldn't do. ” “Oh! do you?” exclaimed the preacher with great delight. “Do you indeed! Well, let us hear *it. Dpeak up loud, and let ns all hear what it is the Lord couldn’t do?” “Wall,” said the countryman, with great delibe ration. “He oonldu't ha’ made you: mouth any bigger onlesa he’d ha’ sot your ears back!” That ended the con ference meeting. 1876; F W. HABENICHT, -• Proprietor of tho II! Bengal Shaming. I respectfully call the attention of the public to my superior facilities, foe sup plying everything ii my line, of superior quality. Starting businry in Wlans- boro in 1876, I have in id! this given tee oioeet attantii* my. I ness and endeavored to make my estat lishment FIRST-CLASS in every pa tioular. I shall in the future, as in th j past, hold myself ready to serve c ustomers 'with the beet articles that cun be procured in any market. I shall stand ready, also, to guarantee every article I sell. I invite an inspection of my stock of Wines, Liquors, Tobacco, Cigars, etc. F. W. HABENICHT. IMPORTED. Scotch Whiskey (Ramsey’s). A. Bin Lanbert and Marat Cognae Brandy. Jamaica Rom, Rotterdam Fish Gin. Ross’s Royal Ginger Ale, Jules Miimm Sc Co.’s Champagne. Cantrel Sc Cochran’s Ginger Ale. Apollinaris Mineral Water, Angustora Bitters. Old Sherry Wine. Old Port Wine. DOMESTIC. Ginger Ale. Soda Water. Sarsaparilla. Old Cabinet Rye Whiskey. Old Schuylkill Rye Whiskey. The shooting season in the queen’s preserves was opened by the Prince of Wales and Prince Christian, who shot through some ot tee covers in the Cran- bourne portion of Windsor Great Park. The rain fell in torrents throughout the day, but a very large bag was obtained, as the whole of tne park is literally swarming with gome, and it would well bear a great leal more shooting than ever takes plaee in it, for except op the days (half a dozen, perhaps, in the season) when the Prince of Wales and the dukes of Edinburgh aud Connaught S o out, Prince Christian has the whole or ain to himself, one of the privileges of the ranger being tee entire control of tee park sporting, while another is tee right to pasturage for a very largo number of horses and cattle. Tfle whole of the game shot here is given away to fnends, or to tee hospitals, except what is required by tee sports men for their own nse, or what is re quisitioned by the oastle. There is a long list of persons who regularly re ceive gifts of game in roUtion 4 from tee park, and another list of people entitled to venison. Windsor supplies every thing in this line, ss very iittl ? shooting Renowned btandard Rye Whiskey. Jesse Moore Vollmer Rye Whiskey, Old N. 0. Sweet Mash Corn Whiskey, Old Stone Mountain Com Whiskey. Western Com Whiskey. Virginia Mountain Peach Broody. New England (French’s) Rum. North Carolina Apple Brandy. Fore Blackberry Brandy, r Pure Cherry Brandy. Pure Ginger Brandy. Boston Swan Gin. SUNDRIES. Rook a'jd Rye. Osceola Bitters. Hostetter’s Bitters. Bergner Sc En'gel’s Lager Beer, in patent stopper bottles and on dranght. New Jersey Sweet, Sparkling Cider. Toln, Rock Sc Rye, Lavnenoe k Martin. Stonghton Bitters. Rook and Com. Cigars and Tobacco Syndicate Cigar, 5 cents. The Huntress Cigar, 2} cents. Madeline Cigar—All Havana—10 cents. Don Carlos (Nub)—all Havana—10 cents Minerva Cigar—Havana filler—6 cents. Cheek Cigar—Havana filler—6 cents. Our Boast Cigar—Havana filler—5 cents* Lucky Hit Cigar—Havana filler—5 cants. Ihe Unicnm Self-Lighting Cigarette, (Amber month-piece to every /• ten packages.) i The Pickwick dab Cigarette, (Shuck mouth-pieces.) * li.irhmoud Gem Cigarette, (Light smoking.) i! \i ik only BillM ani Pool Par lor i Ton. . mThe other two put sprays cf flowers. ‘ takes plsce in the excollentjsoverB at Make use of one color onlv in ihe ^u- Osborne, which are understood to be at I broidery and trimming of the blanket, [the disposal of Mr. John Browq, ICE! ICE! ICE! An abundance always on hand for tho use of my easterners. I wfl also ke jp a supply of FISH, OYSTERS,'®., for my Restaurant, which is always op?n from the first of September to tee first of ApriL . / - I shall endeavor to i me a rail. Yery w.pecihlll , F. W. HABENICHT. owoa . r i u- .* j *