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WOKAH1P IN T^R WOODS.
How rich the embroidered carpet spread,
on either side the common way;
A sure and purple, gold and red,
Musset and white, and green and gray,
With shades between,
Woven with light In looms unseen.
The dandelion’s disk of gold,
With lustre decks the meadow green,
And uiuldDlled a million fold,
The daisy lights the verdant scene;
The blue mint's plumes
Invite the bees to their perfumes.
A wrinkled ribbon seemes the road,
0 us pooled from silent hills afar;
best, like an angel, lifts the load
And in my path lets down the bar,
And here It briugs
- A lease of life on healing wings.
The summer lelsnre of the cloud
That wanders with Its trumpeter,
■The wind, is mine, no wiangiing crowd
Annoys the humble worshiper
Tn the white tent
Bgne^th a listening firmament.
rp-floaung on the ambient air.
Sweet soitgs of Wrsd tahsu^rlse, . '
And now a voice distinct In prayer,
Like the lark’s hymn, reaches the skies,
And the “Amen”
la echoed from theJUlls and glen.
1%* wood a vast cathedral seems,
Its dome the overarching sky:
The light throngh trembling branches streams
From open windows lifted high;
Under the firs
Soft shadows shield the worshipers.
HISBAUHKL.
“Going away! Ah, thank Heaven,
going away I"
It was a joyous cry of ineffable glad
ness and relief, and Gleo Lynn, talking
half to her bounding heart, and half to
the damp painting lief ore her, to which
she bad just given the hushing touch,
clasped her tired brown hands at the
hack of ber head, her «yes seeking the
pale white-hecked strip of sky above—
eyes misty with unshed tears.
it was a curious place for a studio—
the tumble-down disused barn-loft back
of Mrs. Black’s ugly farmhouse, sup
posed to be habited only by mice and
spiders, while, instead, “the girl” spent
every stolen moment there at ber easel,
levelling in ber own creations, so pre
cious because so dearly won, and so
entirely her own, starting at every
sound, communing with ber heart and
the little mice that came out of their
holes to watch her curiously.
She dressed badly, shabbily; uoue
anew it better than she, who hated and
loathed the ragged untidy calicoes, and
coarse shoes; but on tins particular
morning she laughed at herself and her
dress triumphantly, until the pretty
straggling curls all about her wide
white brow bobbed comically.
•No more hard drudgery.”
“No more harsh words and bitter
hnrlings of poverty and dependence
against my teeth, under which my spirit
chafes.”
“Better to beg in the streets of the
great city I read of, thau longer endure
this life—than eat of the bread so grud
gingly given.”
“Going away! Oh, thank Heaven,
going away!”
“Oleo, what are you saying,”
The girl sprang to her feet as if to
shield ber picture fi om unkind curious
gaze, standing aa a lioness at bay, her
eyes flashing angrily upon the speaker
through their tears.
Swinging himself up through the
anudl opening into the loft, William
Black advanced toward the girl, a start
led look on his face, that; though clear
cut, even patrician in features, under
the large slouch hat, portrayed no
emotion—was cold, stern, and indiffer
ent usually.
He was Mrs. Black’s brother—a man
who roamed about always, but was
seen very rarely at his own house.
“Yon are going away, Cleo, litttle
Gleo?”
•‘Why, I shall miss you when I come
home.”
He looked at the girl wistfully, lifting
his hat from the long thick hair on his
brow, white and strangely in contrast
with his bronzed cheeks.
AJ1 the pent-up bitterness of the
miserable hfe passed beneath his roof
broke forth madly.
“Yes, William Black, going away
from a life of heartache and misery.
“Oh no, you never thought, you
nev«i cared all these years for the child
left you by dying patients.
“I have been tempted to curse my
own dead father for consigning me to
your care.’’
“Why do they not hang, shoot, the
orphans when parents die?” j
“It would be a mercy.” * -
“God in His mercy grant when 1
leave yoq here, that look
on th# fade of a Black again!”
With one hand on her heart as if ohe
would still its mad suffocating throbs,
she stood in an attitude of pale scorn
and deflauce.
William Black had recoiled as if
shaken by a mighty wind before this
passionate anathema, and now stood
watching her in silent wonder and
pained amazement
“Why, Oleo, little Cleo, T never thought
but you were happy.
4>T _»
“Stop I
“Make me no excuses; you come
with them too late.
“All I ask of you Is to leave me—to
keep out of my sight, to winch a Black
is hateful.
“I hear ycur sister calling me to car
ry the farm hands’ dinner—for the last
time, thank Heaven t
“To-morrow 1 go for ever I”
“Stop 1”
Stepping hastily forward to bar her
egress, William Black laid his band
heavily on her shoulders, and the pas
sion that leapt np into the chill face
startled the girl into obedience.
“You shall r. jt go, for, Oleo, little
one—I love you better than my hope of
Heaven 1
“I did not dream of it until now—
until I was about to lose you.
“Wait; I am not poor, and I will take
you away now, to-morrow, to the great
cities yon long for.
“Forgiva my nagleot all these years
—ba msrciful, little Ulao.”
Ha had thrown his am around her
and drawn her close to his side, looking
down with hungry eyes into the pale
face; but, wrenching herself free, Oleo
replied mockingly—
“What! main you. Will Blaca?
“I am not a dog to lick the hand that
has struck md.
“Mairyyou, and continue to be a
slave—a pensioner on your bounty ?
“Never!”
Dchance rang through the girlish
voice, and without a word or sign Wil
liam black, pale as death, turned away
and descended.,!*) the stables, and, in a
few moments the rooky road around the
cliff rebounded with the pounding of his
herse’s hoof-beats.
Oleo Lynn knelt before her picture
offering up a fervent prayer to Heaven
to sanctify it, then stood a minute bid
ding the dear old loft, where she had
spent the fs.v happy moments of her
life, good-bye, and ran across the back
garden bareheaded, an unwonted bril
liancy in her eyes, a flush on her pi
quant elfish face, into the great, clear
odorous kitchen where Mrs. Black
awaited her, angrily, impatiently.
“Take these pails and be off with yon,
yon lacy, careless ”
“Madaml”
It was cot the tone nor the word that
made Mrs. Black jump with a slight
shriek, but the flash iu the eyes that was
almost miwderous, and so out through
the glaring scorching noon sunshine
Cleo Lyni} went—for the last time.
i * * ♦ *
“I am
fame and
so tired of this
i crust of bread.’
struggle for
“I the igbt long ere this to wear a
orowu of laurel, but, instead, it is one
of tborus and cypress.”
It was a poor room.
Every one has seen such rooms in
squalid houses, witiiout warmth, cheer,
comfort, thou orb it was bitter weather.
“A woman’s form with arms outtlung,
the gesture of despair, the same figure
last seen flitting across the hot dry
fields back of Mrs. Black’s farmhouse,
though thinner, more poorly clad.
Lifting her face at length against the
grey streak of twilight at her one win
dow, the once round cheeks were thin,
the hair dishevelled, and the eyes
strained and unnatural in expression.
“Destitute, friendless, almost blind.”
Slipping her hand into her dress she
drew out a vial of darkish fluid, holding
it up between the light and dim, dim,
vision.
There came a sound of steps up the
rickety stair, then a rap, firm, quick, at
her door.
“Come!”
The door swung wide, and a man,
tall, muifted in a great coat, entered,
and half crossed the bare floor.
Bising, the girl leaned her clasped
hands on her chair waiting.
“Miss Lee?”
She bowed her head, the white hands
suddenly clutching the chair-back, icy
eold.
“I saw one of your paintings at the
Academy and wish to purchase it, the
one called the “Oow Boy.”
“What are your terms?”
The girls voice as she made answer
was so hoarse and unnatural that she
scarcely knew it herself.
“What you are willing to give,” lean
ing forward a little in the dim light,
with numb chill fingers interlaced,
while the tall haughty figure seemed
dancing wildly, nndigniiiedly.
“Three hundred dollars for the “Cow
Boy,” or say six hundred dollars for
the two—“My Studio,” as a surprise
for my wife.”
“The room, the bed, the chair, every
thing swau wildly before her eyes.
“Sir you are liberal,” was all she
could murmur.
Counting out the roll of notes the
man handed them to her.
Then bowing and saying, as he gave
her a street number—
“Order them to be sent around to
my house,” he withdrew, and, as the
door closed behind him, Gleo Lynn
fell forward prone on the floor with the
bank notes clutched desperately in one
hand and a shattered vial of dark fluid
in'the other one.
“Oh, Will, Will, and I loved you so,
y«lt was too proud, too hateful to con
fers it even to myself.”
“Oh, what madness has goaded me
onto my well-earned misery?”
It was a tastily-dressed figure in a
grey cloak and hat that stepped out of
the rambling old stage in the village of
Gtoyson, passing swiftly toward the
dark ugly Black farmhouse.
The hall door was open that led into
the cool tidy parlor so well remembered,
and, entering, the stranger beheld a
man’s figure bowed before a table, his
head in his folded arms, while directly
above him* hong a pretty rustic paint
ing, her woik, under which stood a
gists of fresh-cut flowers.
Tossing softly up, the girl laid her
haiid on the bowed head tenderly,
timidlv, on hajr streaked with grey.
“Willi”
The bowed head was lifted eagerly,
the black electric eyes seeming to
lighten as they rested on the fair face
byture him.
’‘Little Cleo!”
tYou—back here again?’' aad he
trembled as he spoke.
I 1 ! have oome back to the old home
to lee you all once more. ”
“I have won fame, and shall win
wealth, for the money yon gave me, in
the hour of my deepest despair, hfted
me into prosperity,
T owe it all to yon.”
I do not understand, he replied
dnhmily.
"I only know yon are back again
wh m I never thought to see you here
mt re.”
i lieo looked wistfully around as if to
see expectant faces, as she asked—
'And year sister?"
'She is dead, and I am all alone,
Cio.”
tseven years, Cleo—and —and Kache!
hat come.”
Whore is your—your wife, Will?”
e stared at her even more wouder-
‘My wife?”
‘Have you forgotten—forgiven the
Oleo, and do yon come back to
stiy?”
ithout heeding the pleading band-
some face, that outstretched arms, Cleo
Lynn pointed towards the painting,
“You—you bought that from a poor
artist ’’
He interrupted her, wonderingly.
“My brother, whom you never knew
—an older brother—bought it while on
a visit to London, and, because it re
minded me of you, I begged him to give
it to me,”
Throwing back, with a quick passion
ate movement, the grey traveling cloak,
Cleo Lynn dropped on her knees at
William Black’s feet,”
“I am unworthy.”
“It was a bitter, bitter lesson that
learned me the value of a love that
would have shielded me all these years.
“If you can forgive, if 1 may come
back to the old home nest, will you take
your Rachel, for whom yon have served
seven years?”
That was the way Cleo Lynn went
beck to tne home nest ana sheltering
care of the man she hai cursed seven
years before, and learned in the restful
home life of the years as they sped,
how infinitely above all fame, all
wealth, was the consciousness of satis
fied love.
Eaatern Carpeta.
It is not easy for a European who has
never been m the East to realize what au
important position the carpet fills there.
To an Arab his rug is his most treasured
possession. Without one he is a pauper.
It is necessary to his devotions, it is often
his bed, sometimes his saddle and gener
ally the only decoration of his tent. This
has been the case for centuries and over a
vast extent of territory. The prices given
in ancient times would now be thought
extravagant even by the collector who
will offer thousands of pounds for a Meis-
sonier a few inches square. A million of
money is said to have been paid by a
former Guikwar of B troda for a cover for
the Prophet’s tomb, and, though the
greate portion of this sum represented the
jewels interwoven, still about £30,000 re
mained as the value of the groundwork.
Major Evan Hmith mentions that be saw
at Kerman a carpet made for the shrine oi
Masliad which was to cost at the rate of
£7 the square yard. It was 11 yards long
by 2f broad, and would take two years to
make. Tnls means a still larger price
when labor becomes more valuable, which
it must do eveu iu Easteru countries
Then, too, modern chemistry has done its
best to ruin the colors, and dyers are not
proof against the temptation of the cheap
ness of anilines as a substitute for the more
expinsive but lasting pigments. Mr. Vin
cent Robinson tells us that Kermes, the
beet red ever discovered, was in the Middle
Ages in general use all over Europe. It
was known to the Gie&fc.s and Ritnans,
the Turks, Cossacks and Armenians. Ve
netian red was isade from it, and the
Spaniards paid tribute to Rome with its
grams. The serfs in Germany were bound
annually to deliver a certain quantity to
the convents. Hellot speaktf of it in old
Flemish tapestries as having lasted two
hundred years without fading. Mr. Wil
liam Morris has determined to revive this
valuable dye, for there is no red known in
modern times that can supplant it for last
ing qualities. Whether it can be procured
at a price which is likely to bring it into
general use, remains a question yet to be
solved.
Bless His Dear Heart.
In a very elegant palace car entered a
weary-faced, poorly-dressed woman with
three little children—one a babe m her
arms. A look of joy crept into her face
as she settled down into one of the luxu
rious chairs, but it was quickly dispelled
as she was asked rudely to “start her
boot.” A smile of amusement was seen
on several faces as the frightened group
hurried out to enter one of the common
can. Upon one young face however,
there was a look which shamed the coun
tenance of the others. “Auntie,” said
the boy to the lady beside him, “I am
going to carry my basket of fruit aud this
box of sandwiches to the poor woman iu
the next car. You are willing, of course?”
He spoke eagerly, but she answered:
“Don’t be foolish, dear, you may need
them yourselt, and. perbapi the woman is
an impostor.” “No, I'll not need them, ’
he answered decidedly, but in a very low
tone. “Vou know I had a beany break
fast, and don’t need a lunch. The woman
looked hungry, auntie, and so good, too,
with those three little babies clinging to
her. 1M be hack in a minute, auntie; I
know mother wouldn’t like it if 1 didn’t
speak a kind word to the least of these
when I meet them.” The worldly aunt
blushed a tear from her eye after the boy
left her. and said, audibly: “Just like his
dear mo’her.’’ About five minutes later,
as the lady passed the mother and the
three children, she saw a pretty sight—the
family feasting as perhaps they had never
doue before; the dainty sandwiches wore
eagerly eaten, the fruit basket stood open
The eldest child, with her mouth filled
with bread and butler, said: “Was the
pretty boy au augel, mamma?” “No,”
answered the mother, and a grateful look
brightened her faded ej es; ‘ -hut he is doing
angels' work, bless his dear bean! ” And
we, to), said, “Ble&s his dear heart! ”
Tba Prlaat and a H«r«ue.
Father O’Rafferty, an Austiu clergy
man, met Mike Sullivan the other day,
and during the conversation Fat lot
O’Rauerty said:
“Mister Sullivan, how is it that yez
being au Oirishman yez do not belong
to the howiy Catholic Church?”
“ Because * lost all confidence in the
howiy church twinty years ago, sor.”
“And how did you oome to lose all
confidence in the howiy church?”
“i’ll tell yez how it was, Father
O’Kaflerty. Me y uugest brothei was
married to a hintic, but in the howiy
church by a praste. It was a mixed
marriage, as it is called. Well, sor,
the pruste made me brotherjpromise that
ail ’he children should be brought up
in |.» Cathc 'T laitb.”
iid how did that cause yez to lose
faithV) the iufaliible church?”
sor, they have been married
now, eoiTimore than twinty years, and
divil a kioVgye they got yit, sor.”
“Mouther Sullivan,” said the priest
solemnly, “it would have been betther
for yer sowl if yer father, instead of
yer brother had married a hiritio.”
The piiest had him there.
Christmas la Mexico.
The Mexicans surpass all other peo
ple in the number and duration of their
festivals. Between their religious and
political holidays there are scarcely left
three dayk out of the seven for business.
Any pretext is seized upon to secure a
holiday. It will afford a practical man
much diversion to take a Mexican alma
nac or calendar, wherein all the feast
aud fast days are marked with a circular
red globe, on which the day of the
month is printed. Aa all business is
suspended, stores closed, etc., on both
religious aud political festival days and
a Mexican won’t work on a holiday, a
Hye Yankee will at onoe proclaim a re
version of the old prove' 1 : “AU irork
and no fun mak«e Jack Tdull boy,"And
red “All mu and no work” makes Pau-
cho a poor man.
The Christmas festival of Naciamen-
to, us it is termed, loots usually for two
weeks. Christmas Eve is what the
Mexican culls Noche Bueno. The day
of this night you will see a large pro
cession of men and women, on horse
back and on foot, marching through
the street, dressed in the costumes of
shepherds, alter the ancient Scriptural
styles. This is what is known as the
Pas tores. They will continue to march
about until Nuche Bueno. When dark
ness approaches the Pas tores, aad in
fact people generally, light hundreds of
tires on the hills, and promontories in
all directions. Anywhere m the Re
public of Mexico on Christmas Eve
night you will see fires burning on all
the elevated points in the neighborhood.
It is a beautuul custom and has au im
pressive effect. The procession oi Pas-
tores is also attractive. Alter night
those m the procession retire to the
theatre, and tnero is rendered the tab
leau ot the birth of Christ—Naeiamen-
to, with ail of its accompanying scenes,
in tub) tableau, whicn is gotten up
with gorgeous effect, little girls and
boys take part, the former personating
angels anu the latter devils. Calcium
lights are burned. All that is possi bie
is doue to render the occasion leuoitaus.
This perlormauce is kept up until
midnight, presenting all the Scriptural
incidents ol tne occasion. While this
is giuug on in the tneatre tne people
outside are firing rockets—not such
large ones as we have in this country,
but a small one, with a stick about a
foot long, which is stuck iu the ground
and a match applied to the taper, when
away it goes up iu tne blue vault, look
ing mucu like a meteor iu us flight,
i'ne tires on the lulls and hundreds of
these meteor rocaeis in every direction
give a weird look to the mgnt, and if
you are iortunato enough to get into the
theatre to the Vaciuau.uto, you will be
still further w&u me Oriental
aspect of the festival.
Formerly on Christmas Day the Host
was earned through the street by the
clergy, in fail robes, but now, under
the present laws of the Republic, no
religious procession is permitted to
parade in tne public street, A priest
is not allowed to come into the street
wearing ins clerical dress or any portion
of it.
On Christmas Day in every town iu
Mexico a grand bun-flight takes place.
On the occasion oi the Christmas fes
tivities the sons of tne wealthy citizens
olten take tne place of the trained and
experienced matadors (those who light
the ouiljt, as well as that of the picadors,
who tea»e and worry the animal into a
frenzy in the i'iaza de Toro—an im
mense amphitheatre made to seat trom
two to eigdl thousani persons, acooid-
to the population ol the place. On the
occasion when these ncu men volunteer
to do the fighting the proeeedslroui the
exinuitiou are given to chanty. Tne
usual pnoe for the bestseatsisa quarter
reai (fifty cents;. This prtee is graded
down to a meoia (six aud a quarter
cents;, this latter giving standing room
for cruldreu only. Everyone, high and
low, non and poor, men, women and
ohndren, attend the bud-fight. Not
withstanding the low admission, large
sums are realized iu this way tor charity.
The men of wealth at this time also
olten throw open their palatial residen
ces lor a grand masquerade bail. Au
admission price is cnmrgod, made and
a supper provided. No one is admit
ted except in masque. It is a public
afiair ; ail go. No one unmasks aud the
proceeds are donated to the City. These
oalla are gotten up on a scale of mag
nificence which would astonish our less
obtrusive people. The Mexicau is
uotnmg unless he is conspicuous. He
is ah fuss and feathers, aud when . he
suns out lor a snow he has a btg one.
During the least of Nacrimemo to
the leina.e portion of tue community
are allowed many liberties which ordi
narily they are deprived of. Women, as
a iuic, in Mexico nayo a dull aud uue-
venuui time. They are never allowed
to see tneir gentlemen friends except in
the presence ol the lamiiy. They never
go anywhere with beaux unless accom
panied by a chaperone. They have no
lete-a-tetes, no association whatever
with geutimen, except in a general way.
Ou Hie occasion oi this feast these un
reasonable rules are somewhat relaxed.
At this time if a lady in the presence of
others should striae you over the head
with an egg biowu foil of silver or gold
powder (moll an act denotes a special
prelerence aud is the greatest compli
ment a lady can snow a gentleman;, it
aould not be considered indecorous,
while at other tunes it would cost her
ner reputation. These eggs, filled with
gold or silver powler, are colled oasoer-
ones. They are sometimes hiied with
flour aud wueh a tellow gets one of these
latter he is made tne butt of the even
ing. The senonta takes oocassiou to
get even with one oi tue sterner sex
who may have at some tune slighted her
by sunuug him, unobserved, with a
casoeroue of flour.
Another lamoas amusement at this
time is cock-fighting. Passing down
any of the pruieipai streets you will
see rows of men aud boys standing iu
the streets with chicken cocks under
their arms iu front of the cook* pit. If
you wish to participate in ths sport yon
purchase a rooster, for which you will
nave to pay trom fiity cents to oue dol
lar and « naif, pay your admission to
the pit and on entering announce your
desire for & contest. Home fellow, who
like yourself has become possessed of
a game chicken, will wager you his roos
ter is the better chicken. The master
of the pit will inquire if you desire
“slashers”—gaffs—aud if they are ac
cepted he will proceed to attach ttiem
to the natural spurs of the rooster aud
charge you a small tax for their use and
the service. You can now handle your
own bird in the contest or allow the at
taches of the pit to do so. This custom
of allowing outsiders to bring and fight
their own birds makes ths sport much
more interesting, The admissions to
all public entertainments of Christmas
are donated to chan table purposes, a
ciuiom which our people mightomulate
to advantage. One continual rtrtmd Of
gayety is kept up for two weeks. The
theatre is kept open, operas performed,
etc*, ‘“Faust” being tue Xavoilte lot
this season. Every device known for
pleasure is brought into requisition.
Nothing seems to be thought of except
how to have a good time yourself aud
make others do the same. If you want
to witness a saturnalia of pleasure be
in Mexico on the occassion of the festi
val of Naeiamento.
The Heeaon Why.
A Country Ubrtatuaaa Tree.
There were nearly three hundred orna
ments on our tree before any of the presents
went on, said a correspondent. They
were nearly all home-made. We cut out
of rather stiff bristol-board some five-
pointed stars, little boots, Maltese crosses,
butterflies, shields, arrows and horseshoes.
Several of each kiud were made, a large
bowl of boiled paste prepared, and each
was covered on both sides with colored
paper, mostly silver and gilt, and some
with red aud blue. We found a piece of
broken looking glass in the attic and bad
it cut up into many little pieces, bound
each oue wi h lute-string ribbon pasted ou,
aud when dry furnished each with strings
by which to hang them np. They reflect
all the lights and mase the effect very
brilliant.
Cornucopias we were able to make very
easily, for we had a carpenter prepare us
a slender wooden cone, just the shape of
oue, and it is very pleasant work to place
them together over this model, put a pretty
embossed picture on each and then slip off
to dry. The prettiest of ail trinkets we
made as follows Taking a quantity of
English walnuts we split them (one at a
time) into halves, filled one-half with little
“carraway comfits,” glued on the other
half, first slipping iu a little loop of ribbon
at the top. aud laid eacli one aside till dry.
Then each was gilded with liquid gilding.
We used the “Beasemer gold paint, ’ and
there are many other preparations equally
good. These little “rattle-boxes” are
lovely, aud evttybody will want one. A
lot of tiny rosy-checked apples were pol
ished up and furnished with strings.
But the prettiest of all were the “crys
tallized ornaments.’’ First I made some
small baskets of annealed wire and wound
them very protusdy with bright-colored
zephyr. The ro e colored and the light
green proved to tie the prettiest, also one
that 1 wound in shaded green, with little
dots of red, but the light blue and lemon
colored were not to be despised. Then I
procured five pounds of alum and a large
•tone crock aud made a hot solution of
alum aud put in the crock, laid a stick
across the top and suspended my baskets,
one at a time, in the hot alum water, leav
ing them about twelve hours undisturbed.
Borne times I had better success than others,
but generally they looked like the most
luscious French candy when taken out, as
the color of the zephyr showed through
the frosting. Then 1 hung the bosket up
to dry. reheated the solution, sometimes
making it stronger, and etarted again. I
aiso crystallized grasses and branches with
lovely effect.
Our way of mounting the tree proved
very substantial and strong: Two pieces
of scantling, six feet long and two inches
by four, were morticed and put together
in the form of a cross. At the point where
they crosied the tree was fastened upright
by being nailed on with long spikes. Four
braces were then added, making the whole
very stromr. Laying stout brown paper
underneath we covered the boards from
sight with quantities of gray moss and
trailing vines, and sprinkled all well with
the watering-pot as a precaution against
lire should any ornament b'aze up and
fall.
(lulUcu Oata Nabob*.
The biggest fortunes ou Uie.Fucific c vast
are those of the Central Pacific Railroad
magnates, and Ex-Governor' Stanford is
the richest of the gioup. His wealth is
estimated at $75,000,000; that is. his
yearly income is equal to the interest on
such a capital, aud his property is con
stantly increasing in value. He owns
more than $5,000,000 alone in San Fran
cisco in real estate, to sav nothing ot his
farms, vineyards, breeding ranches, etc.
The cx-Govcrcor has but one child, Le-
land, Jr., a lad of about fifteen. The
richest widow on the Pacific coast, or in
the country for that matter, with the pos
sible exception of Mrs. Cornelia Stewart,
is Mrs. Mark Hopkins, widow of one of
the Central Pacific syndicate. Her bus
band's estate proved up to $23,000,000,
and the only two men in California who
could justify on the widow s bond as ex
ecutrix were Lciand Stanford and Charles
Crocker, two of her husband’s business
associates. They were compelled to jus
tify to twice the amount of the estate and
each swore that he was worth $40,000,000.
Mrs. Hopkins is an elderly woman. They
had no children, but had -adopted a son,
whom Mrs. Hopkins has just married to a
Miss Crittenden, a protege of hers, provi
ding her with the dot of a princess. There
are other heirs tc the estate, but the adop
ted son, Tiro, will get the bulk of it.
The richest / )ung and unmaried woman
on the Pacific coast u Miss Jennie Flood,
only daughter ot th* bonanza king. The
richest prospective heiress in California
is Miss Hsttie Crocker, the only daughter
of Charles Crocker, another of the railroad
syndicate. She, also, is s charming girl,
and, like Miss Flood, is rather plain in
appearance. She is noted for her chari
ties and domestic virtues. The whole
value of Uncle Billy O'Brien's estate was
a littls over $9,090.000. After the lega
cies were paid ths residua was turned
orer to Mr. O’Brien’s two sisters, Mrs.
Coleman and Mrs. Joseph McDonough.
The two ladies Inherited $3,500,000
“Say, Schneider!” exclaimed Matson
and Bhfkius as they entered the cheerful
little room in the rear of the grocery, with
nearly as much noise and haste as is ob
servable when two boys come tearing into
the house together and announce In tumult
uous tones, “There ain’t no school to
morrow, Ma, 'cause its Christmas!” their
touseled pates chock full of Santa Claus
and new skates.
“Say, Schneider, the M?at Inspector is
coming around to look at that cheese of
yours out there tu the front room that
keeps the little children from coming in
and teasing you for apples! ”
“Dhere don’t vos eny meat in dot
scheesc vor heem to jnschpect. Dot was
a limburger seneese uatvos all richfl”
“I believe ( you, Schneider!” exclaimed
Bill. “A rat couldn’t live m that cheese.
He’s coming, though, tor 1 read it m “The
Free iVets ’ that the Health Officer was
going to send the Inspector around to smell
of the strong cheese, and he’ll come right
here the first thing, for that cheese of
yours has been strong for the last five
years. You ought to take It out into the
back yard aed bury it.”
“That wouldn’t do,” said Blitkins.
“The sanitary police would have you in
the Recorder’s Court within a week. Tel)
you what to do, Schneider. Sooop out the
inside, build a fire in it and send for the
Boiler inspector!”
“By colly, poys! I guess you vos make
fools oef me, don’t it?” said Schneider in
quiringly, as he dropped in the lemon peel
and reached for the nutmeg grater.
“Yes, Schneider,” said BUI, senten-
tiously, as he took a sip and then set the
steaming decoction upon the end of the
bar to cool, “but everybody is being fooled
by somebody all the time. The police
fool you into the belief that you must
close this whisky shop of yours at 10
o'clock, while the big saloons dowu town
that sell more liquor in a day than you do
in a week, haven’t turned the key in their
from door, Sundays nor no time, for a
year. The lawyers fool the juries, and
the jury fools the judge. The pupil fools
the teacher, and the teacher fools the
pupil.
“The people are fooled re a bundled
different ways; that fast and reckless
driving will soon be abolished, and the
streets become safe for pedestrians; that
one-half the public offices are necessary for
tne good government of the city, or that
half ot them are worthily tilled; that they
can buy cheaper at the public mantel
than they can within a blocK of their
homes. Bogus agents aud quack doctors
fool them; street peddlers and street beg
gars take them in. Everybody is fooled
except the Common Council. ”
“Does nobody fool tuat body? ’ inquired
Blifkins doubtingly.
“It’s unnecessary. Dome rround this
evening, B!if, and I’ll tell you the reason
why. ”
An Iiinect Carpet.Uaidcer.
An experimenter in Southern agri
culture told me the following Instoriette
of Northern bees in the South. He
took a colony of the little gratuitous
honeymakers down to Florida. The
first year they reveled, throve and
stored honey nearly all the unvaried
summer time. But the second year a
few of the more reflective bees evi
dently tnrued the thing over in their
minds thus; “this country has no win-
te • to provide against; what is the use
of laying up honey where the flowers
bloosom all tho year round?” These
bees exerted enough influence among
their friends to keep a good many bees
from laying by any sweet merchandise
the second year of their exile. Hut
the prudential instinot, so strong iu
tho little insect, prevailed with the
majority. They evidently said to them
selves; “Perhaps this had been an
exceptional year. Next season may
bring cold and snow and dearth of
flowers.” So there was qnite a stock
of honey laid by on the second year in
spite of a few strikers. But by the
third year the conviction had evidently
thoroughly penetrated the bee mind
that it was foolish to lay up in a land
of eternal blossom. They made just
enough to last from day to day, aban
doning themselves to living from hand
to month as recklessly as does any
tropic-born butt erfly % ,
For an officer ot the army to refuse
to flght a duel is stiH regarded by the
demon military authories as a grievous
offense. A little while since an officer
in the battalion of Landwebr in Cologne
offended two of his comrades by some
remarks on their conduit. Though
these officers could not justify them
selves, they were nevertheless aggrieved,
and challenged the offender. This gen
tleman refused to accept the challenge,
alleging conscientious scruples. The
matter was referred to a court ot honor,
and the court decided that the officer
challenged most tight. Thereupon he
called upon his Colonel and informed
him of his desire to resign his commis
sion, as he was suffering from a neural
gic affection of the heart In reply the
Colonel suggested that he had probably
refused to accept the challenge because
be was in ili-healtU, and nervous, and
mentally debilitated through sickness.
The officer, however, not only declined
to ad-'pt this suggestion, bat again
declared tnat under no circumstances
whatsoever would he engage in a duel.
Thereupon the matter tvas again re
ferred to the court of honor, with the
result that the poor m i n, instead of
being allowed to resign his commission,
was dismissed from the service.
Be silent, and safe; silence nevsr be-
toys you.
Don’t start the day’s work without a
good breakfast,
Don’t sleep in a room without venti
lation of some kind
After the battle of arms comes ths
battle of history.
Don’t stuff a cold lest you be next
obliged to starve a fever.
1876. 1882.
F. W. HABENICHT*
Proprietor of the
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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 Wians-
boro in 1876, I have in all this time
given the 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 beet articles that can
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 Cognac
Brandy.
Jamaica Rum.
Rotterdam Fish Giu.
Ross’s Royal Ginger Ale.
Jules Mumm & Co.’s Champagne.
Cautrel A Cochran’s Ginger Ale.
Apollinaris Mineral Water.
Angus tora Bitters.
Old Sheny 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 Yollmer Rye Whiskey,
Old N. 0. Sweet Mash Oora Whiskey.
Old Stone Mountain Corn Whiskey.
Western Com Whiskey.
Virginia Mountain Peach Brandv.
New England (Frenoh’s) Rnm.
North Carolina Apple Brandy.
Pure Blackberry Brandy.
Pure Cherry Brandy.
Pure Ginger Brandy.
Boston Swan Gin.
SUNDRIES.
Rook and Bye.
Osceola Bitters.
Hostetter’s Bitters.
Berguer A Engel’s Lager Beer, In patent
stopper bottles and on draught.
New Jersey Sweet, Sparkling Cider,
foln, Rook & Rye, Lawrence A Martin.
Stoughton Bitters.
Rook and Corn.
Cigars and Tobacco
Syndicate Cigar, 5 cents.
The Huntress Cigar, 2) cents.
Madoliue Cigar—All Havana—10 cents.
Don Carlos (Nab)—all Havana—10 cents
Minerva Cigar—Havana filler-5 cents.-
Cheek Cigar—Havana filler—6 cents.
Our Boast Cigar—Havana filler—5 cents*
Lucky Hit Cigar—Havana filler—5 cents.
The Unicum Self-Lighting Cigarette,
(Amber mouth-piece to every
ten packages.) *
The Pickwick Club Cigarette,
(Shuck month-nieces. 1
1 bt. Richmond Gem Cigarette,
(Light smoking.)
ft mill BilM asi M Par
lor i ta.
ICE! ICE! ICE!
Au abundance always on hand (or tho
use of my customers. 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 all who give
me a calL
Very respectfully,
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F. W. HABENICHT.
OPPOSITE POSIOFPOE.
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