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. 33 ta TRI-AVEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO. S. C.. JANUARY-23.1883. ESTABLISHED 1847 KTORia ON LAKEnASQUaM. 1 cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw on Carmel prophesying rain, began. To lift Itself o’er wooded Cardigan, Growing and blackening. Suddenly, a flaw A .chill wind menaced; thetca wild blast beat Uown the long valley’s murmuring pines, and woke The noon-dream of the sleeping lake, and broke ofts smooth steel mirror mountain’s feet. Thunderous and vast, the are-veined darkness swept over the rough pine-bearded Asquam range; A wraith of tempest, wonderful and strange, From peak to peak tke cloudy giant stepped. one moment, as if challenging the storm, Cbocorua’s tall, defiaut sentinel Looked from his watch-tower; then the shadows fell. And the wild rain drift blotted out his form. nd over all the still unhidden sun. Weaving its light through slant blown veils of rain, Smiled on the trouble, as hope smiles on pain; And, when -tie tumult and the strife was done, With one foot on the lake and one on land, Framing within his cresceut’s tinted streak A far-off picture of the Melvin peak, Spent broken clouds the rainbow’s angel spanned. MONTEAGLK MANOR. “My only daughter, air,” said Colo nel Mouteagle^; “and, aa I venture to hope, accomplished iu her ways.” “We are not iu the way of schools or academies here, but I have been her instructor myself, and she is a thorough mathematiciau, an excellent musician, and a linguist of no mean capacity. ” “We are studying Hebrew now every day, she and I, and she devotes her evenings to comprenensive reviews of her Latin and Greek.” “She will be a scholar, sir, if I live to complete her education.” Mr. Crofton looked curiously at the oddly-assorted pair—the silver-haired shabbily-attired old gentleman, with his bald-head, eagle eye, and delicate white hands, and the dark-browed, sullen-looking girl, with the gipsy skin, ntidy frock, and patched boots. Pretty? Yes, she might be pretty tinder some cumstances, but she certainly pos- t-ses no sweet feminine graces now. “How old are you, Miss Monteagle?” he asked, liudiug it imperatively neces sary to say something. And Mary Monteagle answered in woids, “seventeen,” while her looks replied plainly “None of your business,” “Go, my child, and gather soain-ftow- . is to deckjoiir humble board,” said the old gentleman, msgniloquently, while lie conducted the son of his oldest friend mto the tumble-down old stone house, where the carpets were moth-eaten, the furniture mildewed, and every trace of decayed gentility told the sad story of better days. Mrs. Monteagle, who had been a beauty once, was sitting up in state in a battered boudoir iu a black silk dress that must have been quite a quarter of a century old, with a tiower in her sil ver-bprinkled hair, oddly contrasting with the sharpened outlines and hag - gard abruptness of her sixty odd years. And this was the way in which the old couple lived—in the dead past, as it were—Colonel Monteagle starving contentedly on the recollection of his past grandeur, and hit wife fondly fan cying that time had stood still since the day w hen she was a belle of society. Mrs. Monteagle aweetiy welcomed her guest, and touched the' little hand bell at her side, “We will dine, * she said to the maid. “Please, ma’am,” breatldessly ut tered that young person, “there ain’t nothin’ for dinner.” “We eat the last of the cold beef yesterday, and the dog he tipped over the paa oi oysters, aud ” ‘•That will do, Jane,” said Mis Mon teagle, with a red spot Counting to each of her cheek-bones. “I said—we will dine.” And Jane witndrew with a jerk. The dinner was served presently—an instance of the magnetic power of will —but there was ro cold beef, neither were there oystera. Fruit, a thin watery soup of herbs aud parsley, a tastefully garnished salad of lettuce and mayonnaise, and a dish «7f peaches and cream formed the meal. “t)uite Arcadian!” said Mrs. Moutea- gle, with a giggle. “And very badly served,” secretly commented'Mr. Crofton to himself. . “But the salad was nice.” “Where is Mary?” the Colonel asked. “Drinking in the beauties of the sun set, I presume,” the lady answered airily. “The dear girl has an artist’s soul, and we do not tie her down to any hours or rules. ” ) * ’ „ The colonel fell asleep in his chair after dinner, Mrs. Monteagle apd her painted fan withdrew-themselves into tbe lioudoir, aud Mr. Crofton, inwardly bewailing himself that he had promised to stay a week at Monteagle Mamr, sauntered out upon the Heights which overlooked the valley below. As he stood there a rustling sounded in the bushes, aud the dark-browed gipsy sprang up the hillside “You have a fine place here, Miss Monteagle,” he said, by way of making himself agreeable. “X hate itl ’ said Mary. “I beg your pardon!” exclaimed Mr, Croftoo, iu amazement. “I do!” flashed out the girl, “I hate it alll” “The learning, and the grand pre tences, and the miserable makeshifts.” “But ” “Ah,” said Mary Monteagle, “you don’t know it all,” “You never heard the tradesmen howling at the back doors like a pack of wolves; you don’t know that the house is advertised for sale for tax ar rears. “How should you?” “How should you know that the very clothes we wear are not paid for, nor the coals that cook our dinner?” • Papa smokes His cigars, and mamma poses in the great chair and dreams of embroidery work, nnd I am expected to learn Arabic and Sanscrit, and nobody knows whatelse, and ignore our wretched poverty. “But I can’t.” “Who could?” Air. Croftou looked pityingly at the girl’s sparkling eyes, and pale excited face. “I am very serfy to hear this,,’ said he. ‘ Can nothing be done?” “Y’es/'said Marj Monteagle brusque ly, “something can be done, and I am doing it, as far as I can.” “But papa aud mamma must not be allowed to suspect it. ” “I am learning a trade.” “You!” he echoed, “a trade!” “There's a factory near here,” she said calmly. “The country girls earn a little pocket money there, sewing.” “I am to Have a machine as soon as 9 have learned to manage it.” “I go every evening while papa fan cies I am at the Greek and Latin, to Farmer Pelham’s, whose wife teaches me the use of the machine. “I am learning Housework, too.” “I made tne mayonnaise for yonr salad to-day, and I baked the bread.” “Our # servant can do nothing of the sort. ” “But it would kill mamma to think that I stooped, as she would call it, to menial labor. ” “You are quite right,” said Mr, Crof ton. . ’ ^ j “That is what I wanted to kflow,” i said Mary. “Because living here all by myself, in such a strange, unnatural Atmosphere, I sometimes get confused, and scarcely know right from wrong.” “But they will have to know it, when “When I really go into the factory,” said Mary. “Yes, I know that.” “But until" then, I would spare them the pang. ” “I am to have five shillings a day, Mrs. Pelham shys, if I work the ma chine skilfully; and that will buy mamma many a little luxury, and go far towards paying the grocer and baker.” “You are a noble girl,” said Mr. Crofton warmly, and in his eye, at that mcment, Mary Monteagle was glorified with rare beauty, as she stood there, the fresh wind blowing her jetty curls about, the reflection of the orange sun set deepenmg the color on her cheek, and the grave, far-away sparkle of her eyes half-veiled beneatli the long ashes, “and if I could be of any as sistance to you iu this task ’. “You can,’, said the girl abruptly. “You can stay here and amuse papa, so that he shall not suspect what occu pies my time.” “You can divert his attention from Sanscript and Arabic, and all these mysteries.” And, for the first time iu his expe rience of her, Mary Monteagle laughed —a mellow, bird-like laugh. “I will,” said Mr. Crofton heartily. And so the compact was sealed be tween them. Instead of the week he had promised his father to spend with Colonel Mon teagle his stay was extended to three. At the end of that period he gravely addressed himself to the dark-eyed daughter of the house. “How is the trade?” said he. “1 am to have a machine next week,” said Mary, with the conscious pride of one who has conquered fate; “and then, only think of it; Mr. Croftou, I shall earn five shillings a day!"’ “Mary,” said Mr. Crofton seriously, “I have been thinking of another plan for you.” “You tell me that this farmer’s wife has made a first-class housekeeper of you?” “I baked miuce pies yesterday.” said Mary exultantly; “aud I have quilted a quilt within the week.” “I don’t like the idea of yonr going into a factory,"said*Mr. Crofton. “Suppose, now, by way of variety, yon were to marry mo?” “But you are notin love xitti me!” said Mary, opening her bright, black eyes. “But I am,” said Mr. Crofton, with great gravity. iiiO.; “I have deliberately made - up my mind that I cannot be happy without you.” “Aud although I don’t profess to be a rich m&Q, I believe I can maker yon a better allowance than thirty shillings a week, while at the same time you will not be compelled to work ten hours a day for it. “That is the business-like view of tbe question.” “Now to the more persoal one, “Don’t you tbiuk, Mary, that you could love me?” “Because I love you very much in deed!” “I don’t know,” whispered Mary, “I might try. ' And then she blushed charmingly. So Colonel Monteagles daughter went to her lover’s home, aud astonished every ono there with her thorough knowledge of housekeeping in all its details. And the two old people with the bur den of insolvency and care lifted off their lives, dwelt quietly on in the an- ftient tower-like house, aud talk to everybody who crosses their path of “the excellent marriage which my daughter Mary has contracted.” “A thorough scholar,” says Colonel Monteagle, with dignity. “A musician, a linguist, a thorough Hebrew student, aud a proficient in Latin and Greek.” “It is not singular that a girl of such intellectual power should marry well.’ But Colonel Monteagle, honest man, never dreamed that it was the sewing- machine and the vehement struggle to get free from debt which conquered Mr. Crofton’s heart. There are plenty of scholars aud poet esses in the world, but a real womanly .woman, is net her price far above ru bies? Cod FlBhtiiK. Testifylnic By Telrphou It became necessary recently for Dr. Townsend, the physician in charge of the Paterson, New Jersey, smallpox hospital, end his five assistauts, to take oath to their accounts in order that the bills (night be presented to the meeting of the aldermen. It was thought imprudent to allow them to go down through the city to the re corder’s office, and on the other hand Re corder Greaves did not care to go to the hospital to administer the oath. After pondering over the matter he decided to send Assistant City Physician Hurd to the hospital with the bills as his proxy. The doctor got tbe hospital physician and his assistants to sign the affidavits on the end ot their bills, and then hunted up a Bible. When all had put their hands on ;he book, Dr. Hurd went to the telephone in the hospital office and called up “328,” the number of the instrument in the re- I corder’s office twenty miles away. “Have they all got their hands on the book ?” asked the recorder. “ies, all ready,” replied Dr. Hurd. “Very well, then,” said the Recorder; “you, as my deputy, repeat to the depo nents what I say : ‘You and each of you do solemly swear—’ ” “You and each of you do solemnly swear, ” repeated Dr. Hurd. “That the annexed accounts are just, trud and unpaid—said the recorder through the telephone. “That the annexed accounts are just, true and unpaid,” repeated the doctor. “So help you God,” said the Recorder through the telephone. “So help you God,’’(repeated Dr. Hurd. “Now kiss the book,” said the tele phone. “Kiss the book,” repeated the doctor. The six hospital attaches kissed the biblc In turn. “They’ve all kissed it,” said the doctor through tbe telephone. “They have ?” answered the recorder iu surprise. “Why, 1 didn’t hear it. Let them kiss it again loud enough Lr me to hear it.” The kisses were repeated with an energy that sent the reports vibrating over tbe wire vigorously enough to be reproduced on the metallic disk at the receiving end. “I heard those. That’s all right; good bve," said the recorder, hanging up his ear piece. A snort time af terwards Dr. Hurd drove up to the station house and laid the affida vits before the recorder, all properly sign ed and the Recorder affixed his own signa ture. certifying that they had been “sworn and subscribed before him.” These bills went in with the other claims against the city, and were duly re ferred to the finance committee to be audited. A B i|>tlsui of Burning oil. Mr. and Mrs Samuel Schwab, well known in Kingston, New York, had a very narrow escape from losing their lives at the fife at the Standard Oif Works, at Greenpomt. Captain Schwab's boat was lying at the docks with a load of coal for the works and was partly unloaded, when, at about 2 o clock Sunday afternoon, a terrible explosion was heard and it was discovered that one of the oil tanks was on tire and there was great danger of others exploding, and the captain,seeing the dan ger he wss in, cast off bis l.nes from the oil scow alongside of him, as the scow was loaded with cans full of oil. But just as he was about pushing off another tank ex ploded, scattering the oil in all directions. All at once the flames and oil came roar ing from under the dock and thq oil scow caught fire and the cans exploded. In the meantime, Captain Schwab and wife were on their boat, not twenty feet away. To escape to the dock was im possible, as the whole place was on fire, and the wind blowing m the opposite di rection blew bis boat toward he flames. To jump overboard was impossible,as the whole creek was one blaze of fire. A third tank exploded, throwing timbers aud iron over their heads and in all directions for a quarter of a mile around. Their own boat was also burniug fast. When the fire on the water seemed to be extinguished, Mr. Schwab jumped overboard and be called to his wire to jump also, which she di± They clung to tbe burning boat for fifteen minutes. A plan named David Sutton picked them up in a small boat Mr. Schwab's hands were badly burnt. His Wife’s hands are burnt severely. Two fingers on one hand and one on the other were burnt to the bone, where the had been holding on m piece of hot Iron where tbe wood had already been burned off. They were immediately taken to a place and cared for. Capt. A1 Foster is an ancient fisher- mau. His name is kuowu to every lyro and veteran in the gentle art along the coast, for he it was that inaugurated cod fishing from steamboats, and first gave the sometime fishei man his first oppor tunity to enjoy sea fishing in deep water. A reporter met the enthusiastic fisher man, “Cod fishing,” said the captain, “begins on November 15 and continues until spring. This is my twelfth year of fishing about New York, and every year I learn more about the ways of the cod and his followers. The way that we know that the cod has made his ap- pearar ee is by the advent of the dog-coa, a not agreeable but seasonable little fish. They are veiy peculiar in appear ance, having a horn on their and also on their tail measurii two inches in length. When the cod comes it is a sure sign that the cod is near. The dog-cod are very ravenous, and sometimes drive the cod away. They are a species of shark, and make very poor eating. Their weight is from 4 to 25 pounds, but for puipo-.es of sport they are much more gamy than either the cod or blackball. When I go on a cod fishing excursion I make arrangements to fish five hours, and if the weather aud ground are favorable the catch ranges from 550 to 1,500 iu number, the fish weighing irom 3 to 56 pounds. The big fellows cannot, of course, be landed with the line alone. We use a large gaff-hook, striking the barb into the fish's back and thus land ing him. “Cod fishing is invariably done with drop lines. The smackmeu use what are termed ‘scroll lines.’ They are from 1,000 to 10,000 feet iu length and hold about 6,000 hooks. The line is sunk by leaden balls and wound iu a circle about three feet from the bottom. The hooks are baited with sea clams or “skinners.” The scroll is left on the bottom for twelve hours and theu is retrieved, when it is vei y often discov ered that every hook has its fish. This is the way in which the great hauls that are brought into Fultoa Market every week are made. “The best fishing grounds are off Seabright, at a point called Rocky Hill; in Gedney’s channel, five miles east of Sandy Hook point; the Cholera Banks oft Fire Island aud the Hog, Jones and New inlets. We cast anchor in water ranging from 3 j to 48 fathoms iu depth, and it is a very bad day if we cannot, together with a mess of cod, bring up a number of blacklist and sea bass. The best tide to fish in is either the young ebb or flood, as the cod swim in schools and only get into motion with the turn ing tide. The very best season of the year to catch the cod is th*, present one. From November 15 to the middle of December the fish keep in deep water and can be reached by a steamer. In January the cod hug the share, and dig for the skinner clams, of which they are very fond, and which is by far the most desirable bait for the fisherman to use. “Talk about ostriches and camels and goats eating rocks aud tin cans! Wiiy, 1 have caught cod-fish which, upon being opened, have presented a variety of dishes that would overwhelm the stomach of the best organized goat in Harlem. I once caught a fish weighing twenty pounds, and found in his stomach large pieces of coal, fish bones, a carving knile, some glass and large spider and sea crabs. Catching cod is not fishing; it is slaughter. The fish close their eyes and go straight for the bait, and swallow it without winking. Then they show no fight. They simply turn on their backs, aud are pulled un resistingly on board. The largest haul I remember to have ever made was a few years ago when I ran the Seth Low. It was a fearful day, with a storm of raiu, sleet and snow. I put out how ever, alter considerable persuasion from the ladies on board, and anchored iu the track of a northeast gale off Hog inlet. I had about forty-eight persons on board, and before we had been fish ing an hour, each person had caught thirty-eight fish, the day's hanl reaching a total of 1,100 cod. The next day I made another trip with 250 persons, and made a haul of only 300 fish. In this way does fisherman's luck run. “Together with cod we catch the sculpin-fish, a greenish yellow thing which is greatiy relished by the French; skates, some ot which weigh 140 pounds; pollock, and numbers of hake, haddock and black fish. Tney are all fair eating aud afell for good prices. The tackle a a person needs tor cod fishing is very simple. A cotton line, of an eighth of an inch diameter, two “60” or No. 1 Virginia hooks, and a pound of lead at the end of all. The who e rig oosts only twenty-fiye cents, and $5 worth of fish can easily be caught with it. We have very often seen whales when out fishing, and four years ago we sighted such a big fellow lying oft" Fire Island that I was compelled to ring the engineer to back the steamer to avoid running into tbe monster and getting wrecked. Tne Train tor The CapltoL Tlte Woods of Manitoba. A little less than a month ago a woman about 56 years of age walked into the headquarters of a Georgia railroad, an nounced her name aud said she had come to make a settlement. “Settlement of what?” asked the super intendent. “For killing my old man,” “When!” “Nine years ago yesterday.” “Where?” “About four miles from Macon.” Aud so it proved. When the circum stances were hunted out it was found that she was the wife of a deaf man wh* had been killed while walking on the track, and no one had been able to identify him. “Why didn’t you come here sooner was asked. “Just heard of it the other day,” she replied" “I supposed the old man was pa rading around somewhere and would come home when his knees wanted new patches." “And what damages do you ask!” ... “Well, it was a long time ago, and my grief has been softened up a good deaL and i reckon that $26 and a pass to At lanta will be all right,” Hettlement was made on tbe apot, and she took lb train for the CapitoL At this seas in of the year, when the mosquitos have disappeared, a quiet walk in the woods of Manitoba is exceedingly interesting to any one who loved a stroll in the great forests of Ontario, and a close obseruation as to the difference which ex ists between the trees of this country and those of the great timber belt of the East ern Province must ever afford matter for agreeable contemplation. In Ontario the woods are usually composed of maples, elms, beeches, basswoods, with a propor tion of evergreens, Hie hemlock and bal sam being the most common except where the niue flourishes. The underbrush is mcstly of the same species us the larger trees, unless on low ground, where blue teech may be discovered. In this country, as much of tlie land is hofty destilute ol timlier. nature seems to take delieht in crowding together along the rivers and lakes an infinite variety of trees, bushes, and vines The water helps to protect them fron. the great fires which penodically sweep the plains, and the thickness of the grove enables the trees and bushes to give e>»ch other shelter from the cold winds and intense frosts of winter As the traveler advances towards the woods he will notice the wide fringes of hazel, wild chtriy, small poplar, buffalo berry, and scrub oak winch encircle the trees that compose tne larger forest. At this season o, the year the hazel bushes are loaded with nuts of good size and flue flavor, and in many spots a two bushel bag could be filled in a very short time. When the wanderer enters the thicker shade amongst the larger trees he will every where observe the heavy, rich red clusters of the high bush crauber y, tbe trait being in such prolusion dial a large ba-ket can be filled in an hour. A peculiarity of these berrn s is their readiness to hang in bunches onjUie bushes long after the Winter sets iu, the juice and flavor being improved by the frost. The principal tree in the Manitoba woods is the poplar, the next in importance is the oak, and near the rivers will be noticed largecms. A vi ry Beautiful tree is the the asli leaf maple. Its tresh, greeen leaves open out early iu the ‘priug. It is a most vigor grower, and bears transplant ing remarkably well. Were its qualities known it would be valued as an oroameut- al tree in any northern coumry. In the Spring the ash-leaf maple yields a sweet sap from which excellent sugar can be made the chief trouble being that at the time the sap flows the flooding of the river makes it difficult to reach the trees. On the shores of the streams which enter the Red River, and especially mar their their mouths, basewood gr.,ws in great abundance, aud ironwood of a large size can be met with. In this district these tiees arc not to be found, although some times good ash can be discovered; a few white beech occupy a place in the woods, »aid c'censieDally grow t j a good size, but the tree is not common. Partridges, rab bits, blue-jays, chick-a-dees, chipmunks, and red squirrels are plentiful iu the bush, and, excepting the chipmunks, are to be noticed even in the winter months. Black squirrels arc not found in Manitoba. Hi it's Fair, Isn’t Ii ? Iu ruling over to Lost Moutaiu from Marietta, I came across a young man who was digging post-holes for a bar bed wire fence, and when I told him what I wanted he replied; “I’ll go with you, I was in that boot myself, and kin point out every posi tion.” When we reached the ground ho be gan telling where this and that regiment was situated, and finally he halted be side a boulder aud said: “Right here, stranger, was where I squatted for four long hours. I rested my gun nght thar’ ou that ledge, and I reckon I killed exactly twenty-eight Yanks that day. ” “No?” “Solemn fact, aud I know a dozen men who’ll swear to it. “Let’s see? This battle was fought in 1864?” ..K'rect you are,” “That’s about eighteen years ago?” “Jist about.” “Aud you are about 25 years old?'’ “I was 25 this spring,'’ Then I looked at him a long time, but he never winced. When we are going home, mid after a long period of silence, he suddenly remarked: “Stranger, don’t jou believe I was thar?” “Perhaps you were, but you see you were not quite 7 years old on the day of that fight.” “That’s what I’ve been figuring ou,” he continued in a very serious voice, “and I’U tell you what I’m willing to do.” “Well!’' “I’ll call it twenty-four instead of twenty eight dead Yanks in front of my position! That’s fair isn’t it?’, Tha Casa of White. A Detroit paper recently remarked one day that a man by the name of White was drunk. Instead of rushing dowr there to annihilate some one, be waited three long days to let his temper cool and then climb ed the stairs one step at a time, took i easy along the hall, and entered the edi 1 torial rooms with a begun expression of countenance. When asked if he wanted an agricultural exchange or had an item to leave, he caimly replied: “You stated the other day that I was drunk.” “Yes, sir.” “I have called to demand a personal satisfaction.” “Certainly.” *T propose to maul somebody to >.nd grease my boots with the pulp.” “Correct, sir.” “In fact, to clean out the ranch.” “Just so ” “But not now—not until spring. Along about next April next you may look for me, aud when I eoire you had better be prepared to die! Good-day, sit!” ‘ Good day.” Now, bow much better that was than to come rushing in with a pistol or club, mussing up the rooms and disturbing the routine of the offleel It is a favor we high ly appreciate, and every one of the staff will try and live until spnnu in order that Mr. White may not be disappointed when I he calls on business. pulp Bear Hunttug bv Royally. The chief sporting paper of "Vienna lias published the description of a bear hunt in Transylvania which is gene rally attributed to the pen of the Crown Prince Rudolph, and is perused with great interest. After relating the inci dents of the first unsuccessful day, during which several bears were met with aud wounded, but not a single one killed, the Crown Prince continues:— “Ou the 27th September we still hunted in the forest, but close to its edge, where tilled fields and houses would be likely to prevent the bear from escaping out of the wood. The drivers’ first trail was in vain—no bear showed itself; tint their second march through the wood was more successful. The row of hunters stood in a deep trench is which grew splendid old piues (each hunter Has his ireuchmau aud several young foresters behind him, who load the rifles and present them to the hunter). After waiting for some time a powerful owl flew by me, aud immediately afterwards cumo a two-year old brown bear, who trotted down the mountain side, making for the space between Count M. and Baron J. Just as he was reaching the plain the Baron shot him iu the shoul der. He now changed his direction, and ran away at great speed, so that the Count’s hall missed him. Ho wa~ still going at a rapid pace, when the Count, while turning around for his loaded rifle, slipped and fell, so that his tronch- man was obliged to send a shot after the animal, which caused it to fall and roll forward. Another shot from the trench- man's ritlo at last made an end to his life, after he had risen from the ground, and made a few paces more. The bear was borne home in triumph.” On tUe 2ilth of September the Crown Prince had an active share in the hunt, which he describes as follows:—“We had taken our places on the broad road used by the wood carts. I had stood about a quarter-of-an-hour at the place as signed to me when, at a distance of not quite 60 feet, a bear showed itself. I held my rifle ready to fire and followed all his movements with the rifle, Like a shadow the bear changed from one place to another, but between my eyes and the beast there were so many branches and leaves that I could uot thing of aiming. After some minutes I no longer saw him, and only heard his steps in front of my neighbor hun ter. But he returned to me again, passing before me somewhat quicker than the first time. Again is was im possible to aim. When he had disap peared a second time I consoled my self with the idea that when the drivers sent him forward he would cross the road near where 1 stood. But I am sorry to say my wish was not fulfilled. We did not see him again. Very soon afterwards a strong black bear, seeing the low of hunters before him, turned round, aud escaped by throwing down a couple of drivers.” The Crown Prince candidly owns that he did not kill a single bear, aud was not even able to shoot at ono. Of the many instances in which the noble hunters pursued the bloody traces ol the wounded bears, there was cot one in which they really found tlio coyeted animal. 1876. 1882. f. vr. habenicht’ Proprietor of the m A Mvillcirt Oplul >n rf the Klrctrio l.lKlit. Before the electric light becomes, as it must soon become, the commou illu- mimting agent of the period, a deter mined effort should be made to devise some mode of mitigating its peculiarly unpleasant intensity. The yibratile impulse of the electric force is obviously stronger than the delicate terminal elements of the optic nerve in the retina can bear ^ without injury. We are wont to apply the adjectives “hard” and “soft” to light, aud their signifi cance makes them peculiarly appropri ate. The electric light is too hard; it needs to be softened. The waves of motion are too short, and the outstroke —so to say—j iins the instroke at too acute au aug’e. This might doubtless be obviated by employing suitable material for globes and shades, but perhaps the best plan would be to break up and scatter tbe rays of light by re flection. If a small convex reflector were placed immediately below the light iu the protecting globe, and one of larger dimensions above it, no as to secure a double reflection with ultimate divergence downward and outward, the effect would be to cause tke “rays” of light to fall obliquely on all objects within the immediate area of illumina tion. This wonld, perhaps, obviate the need of colored glasses, which the pro moters of the electric light seem to dis like. Certainly there is a considerable sacrifice of power in the use of the opaline globe—so much, indeed, that some of the districts lighted by elec tricity displayed through this medium do not present any obvious superiority over gas. We throw out the suggestion for what it is worth. Something must be done, for, as it is, the eleotrie light is “trying to the eyes,” which means that it is in danger of injuring them, and already, there is reason to behove mischief has been wrought by its use. For true comfort there is nothing like the light given by the old-fashioned pure wax candle. Don’t try to get cool too quickly after exercising I respectfully call the attention of the public to my superior facilities for sup plying everything ii my line, of superior quality. Starting business In Winus- boro in 1876, I have in all this time given tbe closet attention to my busi ness and endeavored to make my estab lishment FIRST-CLASS in every par ticular. I shall in the future, as iu the past, hold myself ready to serve my customers with the best articles that cau 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 Laubert and Marat C >guae Brandy. Jamaica Rum. • Rotterdam Fish Gin. Ross’s Royal Ginger Ale, Jules Mumm A Co.’s Champagne. Cautrel A 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 Honorable Rye Whiskey. Old Golden Grain Rye Whiskey. Renowned Standard Rye Whiskey. Jesse Moore Vollmer Rye Whiskey, Old N. 0. Sweet Mash Com Whiskey. Uld Stone Mountain Cora Whiskey. Westeru Com Whiskey. Virginia Mountain Peach Brandy. New England (French’s) Rum. North Carolina Apple Brandy. Pure Blackberry Brandy. 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I wil also keep a supply of FISH, OYSTERS, &C., for my Restaurant, which is always open from the first of September to the first of April I shall endeavor to please al! who give me a call. Very respectfully, - F. W. HABENICHT. OPPOSITE POSTOFFCE. •S ,