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TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. TOE OHOST. Hushed and still, Jeweled night, wi^h opal moon, Reigns, at her impressive noon, Clear and chill. As I sit • At the open window here, Fancied faces, dim and queer, Past me flit. «» Murmurs dread, From the brooding willow there, Moan a cadence of despair For the dead. Hark! a sound! In the moonlight mottled street, Rumbling wheels and hoof-strokes fleet Shake the ground. At the gates Something pauses. NaughfTs seen, Though in moonbeams' whitest shen Something waits. Hush! I hear Rustle of a silken train, Dainty steps, a sob of pain, "Who is here? Shadows thrown From the willow weirdly fall, Dance and linger on the waW, Shaties alone. Faint and rare Steals a perfume thought the room Wafted from the gathered gloom Over there. Fancies dread Echo from a story old, Weeping willow would unfold Of the dead. COPPHRMELD coyitr. • It would be diffcult to point out the exact spot where Copperfleld Court once stood. Suffice it to saythat the metropolis has been robbed of its existence a great many years ago. 'It was no thoroughfare, being only a sort of bay out of a once great, fashion able river of a street. It held six houses, two on each side and two across the end, and there was a placard bearing the words, “No pedlars permitted to enter/’ Number one contained old Mr. Flack and his wife, but they were each seven 1 ty years old, and rheumatic. * Number two sheltered the deformed little librarian of a certain library in the city, and his consumptive young sister. Number three held—how, they only knew—a schoolmaster’s widow and her four daughter's. Number four was occupied by an old lady who had a son at sea, an officer on a vessel in the navy. He was always being expected home, and branches of coral, Chinese curiosi ties and boxes ot foreign jellies and con serves attested to the fact that he did retun^^asionally, but tire chances were that he would be in mid-ocean at any given date. Number live was occupied by Miss Cornelia Copperfleld, a single lady of eight-and-forty, and a very old poodle. And number six, being haunted, was left to its ghost. Probably want of patronage rather than the placard banished the pedlars. The reason why Copperfleld Court people set their faces se sternly against pedlars was that they were not genteel. And the people of Copperfleld Court were genteel or nothing. Its occupants all lived on limited in comes, and not one of the ladies had even earned a i»eimy in her life. Mr. Flack had a pension under the Government. The librarian was connected with a wonderfully genteel society. A naval officer’s mother is a person of position. And so is a schoolmaster’s widow sometimes. And Miss Cornelia Copperfleld was the poor relation of the .magrfficent Copperfleld who owned the court, was said to be worth a million, and who had presented the small dwelling in which Miss Cornelia lived to his cousin, her mother, a lady always alluded to by Miss Cornelia as “my late ’ma.” A ghost is seldom vulgar, though sometimes alarming, and the ghost at number six was that of a bankrupt bank er who had shot himself. Occasionally a carriage, with several men in livery perched upon it, paused at the entrance to the court, and a fat lady, in fine clothes, and a thin gentleman, with a great diamond on his bosom, en tered Miss Cornelia Copperfield’s door. It was then whispered through the court that that lady’s “family” had cal led upon her. This might have continued for many years but that Mrs. Rooney came into her grandfather’s property, after hav ing quite given up to the idea of his decease, for he lived to be a hundred and two years of age, minus a few months, the exact number of which may easily be obtained by a reference to the regis ter’s book at Somerset House. Feeling herself entitled to be a landed proprieter, she employed an agent to buy her a bit of a house. The agent having looked about him, pressed No. 6, Coppertiejd Court. Mr. Copperfleld, weary of a tenant who paid no rent—we allude to the banker’s ghost— agreed to the price of fered, and one morning the housekeep ers of the court peeped through their green blinds upon the arrival of Mrs. Rooney’s household goods; and two boarders came with Mrs. Rooney. One was a young man who habliually wore a red shirt. The other was a foreigner in a shabby old black. He looked genteel but alas! appear ances are deceitful. On the morning after his arrival he was seen to leave the court bearing a small tray on which were ranged in rows pipes of all sorts, except very costly ones. They were china pipes, with pamted flowers upon them, the humble clay du deen, and others more or less aristocra tic. Pedlars were not admitted to the court, but one had come there to reside. “Tliat I am alive to-day,” said the schoolmaster’s widow, “is a proof that one can live through anything.” As for Miss Copperfleld, she shut her self up in her flowery chintz bower, and seemed inclined to remain there for ever. ' A week passed. One night Miss Copperfleld was awak ened by awful groans. She started up in bed and listened. The groaning was at her window; she also heard raps. She went to the window. Within a foot of it she saw a face— her next door neighbor’s, the pedlar of pipes. “What do you want?” she asked sharply. “Pardon, madame,” replied a weak voice, with a strong -French accent, “pardon, but I have some colics.” “Colics?” repeated Miss Copperfleld. “Vera bad,,’ responded the neighbor. “I expire of pain, and Madame Rooney goes of her cousin’s child to the funeral, and in ze house is no one. - “Perhaps you vill ’ave a leetle eau de vie—brandee. “Ehl you comprehend, madame?” “Yes, yes,” said Miss Copperfleld to whom returned a memory of genteel lessons in French, taken in her earlier days. “We, Monshure; jer comprany—jer —” but the elegant memory was but a faint one, and she added, “I don’t know about brandy- perhaps I have a little. “I will see.” “Madame is an angel,” responded the neighbor. Miss Copperfleld brought the brandy— about half a gill in a cologne bottle—and presented it on a small fire-shovel. The neighbor, thanking her in a pro fusion of complimentary French, retir ed, but soon was heard to groan again more dismally than before. “Are you w r orse?” called the lady through the shutters. “I am vera bad,” piped the sufferer, in an anguished falsetto. “Perhaps a mustard plaster might relieve,” suggested Miss Copperfleld. “Per’aps,” moaned the Frenchman. Miss Copperfleld, who was really a tender-hearted soul, instantly rushed to her tiny kitchen, and soon approached the window again with the plaster be tween two soup dishes. Placing them on the shovel, she wav ed it before her neighbor’s window. “The plaster,” she said. The plaster was taken with many thanks. Shortly the groans ceased. Was he dead or relieved of pain, this man who had called her an angel? She called softly, “Are you better?” “All, yes. replied the voice. “Zeplas- taire-is ’eavenly, like madame.” Miss Copperfleld retired. Early the next morning a tap came on her door. It was her neighbor, with her plates well washed and her bottle refilled. He had come to overflow with grati tude. He declared that he should have ex pired but for her most amiable conduct, her delightful mustard-plaster, and he ended by a narrative of his own life, his fallen fortunes, and how he came to peddle pipes. “I say to myself, what mattair vere no one knows me?” he said. “Still, madame, I am a gentleman; zat I would ’ave you know.” “I am sure of it, “ said Miss Copper fleld. Her guest departed. Miss Copperfleld sat thinking. What handsome eyes he had! What a nice nose! How romantic to fall from the aris tocracy to pipes! How he had looked at her! Ah, Miss Copperfleld, who had held herself too aristocratic for every suitor of her youth, found herself blushing. That evening her neighbor called again. He brought with him an offering, an ivory nut thimble, in a case shaped like an acorn. Shortly, a sort of scandal spread through the neighborhood. The pedlar, the vulgar pedlar, called on Miss Copperfleld! He took tea with heron Sunday after noon! Could such things be? The family heard of it. It called in its coach, with its red- cockaded footmen. It ascended the steps. It seated it self in her parlor. It was largely represented. Two stout ladies, two stout gentle men, and a very old lady, with a face like crumpled parchment. They filled Miss Copperfield’s chintz- covered room to overflowing. Theyoccupied all the chairs, while she perched on the small round stool before the upright piano, and they addressed her. “Cornelia,” said the old lady, ‘•we hear frightful news of you; that you are visiteu by a segar pedlar!” “He isn’t a cigar pedlar,” replied Cornelia. “He’s Monsieur Blanc. He sells pipes, aunty.” “This is flippant,” said the old lady. “A pedlar! “We call to remonstrate. 1 ’ “We hear you are engaged to him,” said stout lady number one. “And we call to warn you,” said stout lady number two. “Dismiss him at once,” said the thin nest gentleman, “or we discard you. ” “And disown you,” said the other thin gentleman, “since you have forgot ten you are a Copperfleld.” “I was so lonely,” she sobbed. “You never even invited me to tea, and he’s a—a gentleman.” “We say no more,” replied the old lady. “Yes. or no. “Will you dismiss him? And she looked an anathema mara- natha. Miss Cornelia could not endure the excommunication. She said— “Yes.” The family then arose and departed. She was left alone. For an hour she bathed her poodle’s head with her tears. Then she heard a knock at the door, and arose to open it. Monsieur Blanc appeared. “Again 1 arrive myself, my angel!” he remarked, “Oh, you must go! • “You must never come again. “I have promised my family,” sighed poor Cornelia. WINNSBORO. S. 0.. ‘JUNE 30, 1883. “Ah, ze family I” cried Monsieur Blanc. “Aristocrats. “But, bah! never mind, mademoiselle. I adore you.” “Oh!” sighed Cornelia. “Let us fly!” said Monsieur. “Let us go live—somevere—avay. “Me vill be ’appy. “Ah, bah! zat family! “Ze i>eople of ze court so aristocrati- que. “Come, ve vill fly. “Marry me to-day.” He kissed her. Neither of them were very old or ugly, and that which had nevfcr hapi>en- ed to Cornelia before happened then— she fell desperately in love on the si>ot. “I don’t care for one of them,” she said. “I will marry you.” Early next morning (he had the lic ense in his pocket—“the artful!”), two figures stole out of the court arm in arm. They were those of Monsieur Blanc and Miss Copperfleld. They were wed. Shortly after the first excitement of the elopement had ceased to thrill the court, a person duly authorized bore away the furniture of No. 5, and sold the house, and no one of the genteel oc cupants ever saw Miss Copperfleld again. The family disowned her, and the old aunt was very particular that Cornelia’s name should never be mentioned in her hearing. And indeed Cornelia would not face these outraged beings for the world. In a little house over a small shop where pipes of all sorts are sold, she liv ed with her husband. She grew quite portly, and never was so gay in her life. Together they walked in the Park of sunny Sundays, or went to the cheap seats of places of amusement, where they had much ado to hear or see any thing, and they had nice indigestible little suppers at ten nr eleven o’clock. Wnether she died happily or still lives in hopes of rivaling Mis. Roc-ney’s grandfather by seeing her hundred and second birthday, we know not, but we do kndw that for a long time her story remained a fearful legend in Copperfleld Court. Interne Suitpenite. “John Henry,” said his honor, Jus tice Powers, “you are altogether too in telligent a young man to be before the court on such a charge—you have a good-looking face.” Johnny looks furtively up and smiles at the agreeable prospect of a light sen tence. “The charge against you is of a griev ous character, and has been clearly made out by the testimony. It shows a depth of depravity difficult to be imagin ed in one so young. ” Johnny drops his eyes to the table and nervously fumbles with his hat in ex pectation of the ominous sixty days. “I am aware that the chance for re formation as a result of sending you to the island is very slim. It might re sult in more nann than good, and if I thought a warning would be sufficient to deter you from a repetition of the offense I would not pronounce a sen tence against you.” “He’s going to let me off, sure,” Johnny’s face says, as he ventures to raise his head and stammer out a pro mise to be very good. “But on the other hand it is my duty, sitting as a court ? to protect society against the repetition of offenses by making examples of those who commit them.” “Oh, Lordy! I’m a goner now,” is written on Johnny’s brow, and his ex cited counsel begins a special plea in his behalf: “The parents of this young lad are very respectable, • your Honor. They are ready to promise that the boy will behave himself hereafter.” “Yes, if there is one thing more than another that pleads strongly in your be half, and tends to blind justice to the gravity of your offense, it is the sight of an aged mother in tears and the expres sion of disappointment and sorrow on the face of your old father. If the court is disposed to leniency, therefore, in your case, it is rather on their ac count than your own.” He is going to let me off after all,” is what the look of relief on Johnny’s face says plainly. “But,” continues his Honor, “if the Court should give way to a feeling ot pity for your parents, and release you from the consequences of your act, it might be the most unkind action he could perform against them. Vice should be summarily nipped in the bud, if possible.” “He won’t let me off for less than thirty, at least,” thinks Johnny, as the,, momentary flush of pleasure dies out o his face. “But you are young, and something by way of a warning may prove effec tive to check you in the career on which you have entered.” “He intends to let me off with a re primand and the costs,” Johnny con cludes, as he gathers up his hat, once more ready to depart. “I hope you won’t forget what his Honor is saying,” says the hopeful counsel. “I will, therefore, do what I consider best .for you under all the circum stances.” “Thanks, your Honor,” exclaims Johnny, now sure that he is dismissed. “I sincerely hope I shall never see you here again after this taste of cor rection.” “I’ll never come here again, sir,” ex claims Johnny out of the depths of his gratitude, with all the preparations made to depart. “Yes,” I hope you will remember your promise. The sentence of the court is that you pav a fine of $200 and be confined in the workhouse thirty days.” A tableau expi-essive of open -mouthed wonder and crushing astonishment, as the officer takes the dazed and bewild ered culprit below. A French pbyeieian reccomenda the treatment of burns with oil of turpen tine, covering the place with gumed gold beater’s skin. ——— Crowning the Czar. The 27th of May was a beautiful day in Moscow, and the coronation pf Alex ander III, as Czar of all the Rusfeias took place in the Cathedral of the Holy Assumption in the Kremlin, in Moscow, in the presence of a distinguished as semblage. A si»ecial account of the ceremony says: ; I have just returned from the Krem lin. Moscow is wild with excitement. Cannon are everywhere firing in single shots and in volleys, and 5,000 bells are ringing, as only the bells of Moscow cap ring,in honor of the event which makes the 15th of May, in the Russian calendar, a red-lettar day in the annals of the Russian Empire. Alexander 111., who succeeded hifc father more than two years ago on tfw throne of all the Russias, has at last been crowned and appointed sovereign of the vast empire which owns his sway. This morning, in the presence of Ma imperial relations, his Court, the various deputies of his people, and the representatives of the States and kingdoms of the world, ci vilized and semi-barbarous, he assumed the imperial crown and was anointed with the holy oil, Unis confirming and consecrating-, in the eyes of his myriad subjects, the righteousness of his rule and the sanctity of his person. More than once during the past two years I have heard the opinion expressed by peasants in the country that the present Emperor was only half a Czar so long as he remained uncrowned. The com pletion of the ceremony which has so deep a significance in the eyes of all or thodox Russia is now being flashed along the wires to every part of the vast empire—to the wandering Samoyedes, to the fierce mountaineers of the Cau casus, to the survivors of Ueok Tei>e, to the distant shores of the Facific— and everywhere the reign of Alexander III. acquires a new and higher prestige from the solemn celebration which Mos« cow has been privileged to witness to day. By 8:30 A. M. the cathedral was filled by all the officials and nobles of the highest rank and station in Russia, with the exception of those who formed a part of the imperial procession. The appearance of the interior was magnifi cent. The Eikonostasis, glittering with gold, formed a background to the pict ure. In the centre, between the four great columns, was a scarlet canopy with a double-headed eagle and embla- zonings and plumes in black, yellow and white. Uuder this stood the throne and before it* table for the regalia. Every point of space on the floor of the cathedral, save that occupied by the im perial tombs, was cre.vded with the assembly in brilliant nniforms of every color, while the clei-gy, in gorgeous robes, extending in ftoubie lines from the dais to the entrance, presented the not least striking feature of the scene. The ceremony began with the chant ing of the Te Doum by the choir, and were deeply impressive throughout. They included an address from the Me tropolitan of Novgorod to the Emperor, that he should be i>leased “to profess the orthodox Catholic faith according to belief;” the Emperor’s profession; the singing of litanies; the placing of .the imperial purple on his Shoulders; tlie placing of the crown, which the Emperor placed on his head with his own hands; the giving to him of the sceptre and orb by the Archbishop: the crowning of the Empress with her smal ler crown by the Emperor; the reading of the Emperor’s full list of titles; a final prayer; the ringing of all the bells, and the thing of 1U1 rounds of cannon; the Emperor’s prayer invoking Divine support; the prayer of all present for the same object; and a Te Deum by the choir. Then followed the liturgy, the anointing of the Emi»eror, the partak ing of the Sacrament by the Emi>eror, and closing prayers and singing. The Czar wasso overeome with emotion that at one time he sobbed aloud, though his voice was firm in making profession of faith. The Czar issued his manifesto early last evening, and conferred an order on M. de Giers, the Russian Min ister of Foreign Affairs. French Detectives. Les Agents Secrets are not only per sonally unknown to the general public, but, save in exceptional cases, even to each other. It is known where they may be found at a moment’s notice when wanted; but, its a rule, they do not frequent the Prefecture more than can be heljied. They have nothing whatever to do with serving summon ses or executing warrants. There are among them men who have lived in al most every class of life, and each of them has what may be called a special line of business of uis own. In the course of their duty some of them mix with the receivers of stolen goods; others with thieves; many with what are called in Paris commercial rascals, and not a few with those whose “in dustry” it is to melt silver and other property of a like valuable nature. Forgers, sharpers ol all kinds, house breakers, and horse-stealers—a very numerous and most industrious class in Paris—have each arid all their special agents of the police, who watch them and know where to lay hands upon them when they are “wanted.” A French detective who cannot assume and “act up to” any character, and who cannot disguise himself in any manner so ef fectually as not to be recognized even by those who know him best, is not considered fit to hold his appointment. Their ability in this way is marvelous. One of them some years ago made me a bet that he would, in the course of the next few days, address me four times, for at least 10 minutes each time, and that I should not know him on any oc casion until he discovered'himself. As a matter of course I was on my‘ guard and mistrusted every one who came near me. But the man won his bet. It is needless to enter into part iculars. Let it suffice to say that in the course of the next four days he presented him self in the character of a bootmaker's assistant, a fiacre driver, a v< nerable old gentleman with a great ii terest in the Bourse, and. finally, as a waiter in the hotel in which 1 was stopping. Assuredly, the man deserved to win his bet, for in no single case had I thefa int est suspicion of his identity. In a Cattle Town. Miles City, Montana Territory, is the head quarters and principal shipping point of the great cattle interest of the Territory, and its proximity to Fort Keogh, which is only two miles distant, gives it additional prominence as a trading place. The town itself has a curious interest for the stranger, being in many resjiects different in its charac teristics from the other towns on the line. It is more like a typical 1 wider town and more in consoance with the generally accepted nature of what a border town should lie. Cowboys with lariats hanging on their saddles are seen at every turn, riding on the stout little broncho ponies of the ffiahis; rough-looking men are loafing on the streets corners; occasionally a “big In dian,” with a squaw or two following him, stalks across the scene, and on each side of the street are innumerable places of low resort, in which the com bined attractions of rum and gambling are ojienly advertised. These places are so numerous, indeed, that they seem at first glance to constitute the chief industry of the town. At night they present a curious sjiectacle. Nearly all are large rooms opening on the street. The dcol's are kept wide open when the weather will permit and inside may be seen a mot ley crowd of men and women. On one side of the room is a long bar from which beer and whisky are dis pensed, and about which there is al ways a crowd. Scattered about the room are three or four faro lay-out, with grim and intensely interested groups of players standing around them. Scattered among the groups are several Chinamen, for John thrives on the frontier even has he does in the large cities, and, if he escapes being lassooed by a mischievous cowboy, is allowed to pursue in peace the usual vocations of his race. At some of the tables women act as dealers of the game, and appar ently they are regarded with the utmost resect by the rough men who are tempt ing fortune and waisting their hard- earned savings. Everything is conduct ed quietly and in the most orderly man ner. To be sure, there is a revolver or two ostentatiously displayed at the side of a heap of money and chii>s on the table, or sticking in a menacing way from a player’s broad buckskin belt; but they are seldom used and seemed to be carried more hi a spirit of reckless bravado than for offensive or defensive puritoses. In warm weather the gaining- tables are removed to the edge of the plank sidewalks, and on a pleasant summer evening the siiectacle is one that does not impress a stranger with the high moral tone of the inhabitants. SuclUg one phase of life in Miles City, t^Tga*tle metropolis of Montana. Another is furnished by the “cattle kings” and ranch-owners, who congre gate in the hotels after making their shipments and talk of their business prospects, the state orf the market, the chances for a favorable winter, and the resi>ective merits of bunch and buffalo grass. As a rule they are quiet, reser ved men, with rough exteriors, but gen tlemanly in manner and thoroughly in earnest in the pursuit of their lucrative calling. They are mostly men altove the average in intelligence, and the deference paid to them by the smaller fry and the cowboys is noticeable. They are men who own or have a controlling interest in vast herds of cattle, and have large interests at stake. I’urllH of Lake Michigan. Lake Michigan Is more perilous to the navigator than any other of the great Northern lakes. This is owing partly to its lack of convenient harbors and sheltering islands or headlands, and partly to the iieculiar suddenness and great violence of the gales that sweep it, particularly in the spring and au tumn. Both these causes of frequent shipwrecks are particularly manifest at this end of the lake. Two shipwrecks have already occurred this spring with in twenty-five miles of the port of Chi cago, both of them in the vicinity of that peculiarly dangerous locality, Grosse Point (Evanston). The government maintains there a first-class lighthouse, a couple of steam fog-horns, also first- class, and a well-equipped life-saving- station, whose crew have shown their efficency in both the recent shipwrecks. But all the precautionary arrangements for the benefit of mariners do not pre vent frequent shipwrecks at the peril ous place. Northward of the point on which the light-house stands, the dir ection of the shore is such that it re ceives the full and direct force of every northeast gale and the oblique force of about all other gales It is a Shore absolute ly without bay, inlet, indentation, or protection of any kind against the force of the sea for a distance of 50 miles, with water so shoal fully a mile seaward that the only hope of escape from ship wreck for the vessel which is carried by a northeaster too far west to double the point is in the holding strength of its anchors. The anchorage, however, is nowhere in tliat vicinity very good, an other circumstance that has contribut ed to make Grosse Point the terror of seamen and the grave of many a ship almost in sight of the entrance to this harbor. The time probably is not very distant when to the lighthouse, the hideous fog-horns, the life boats and other Government appliances at that point will have to be added a mole, a sea-wall, or some kind of artificial con trivance which will afford, if not shel ter, at least a comfortable anchoring- place for ships in distress. At present the only safety of a ship in a gale is to give Grosse Point a ' ry wide berth, and that, in the teet of a first-class Lake Michigan gale, is not an easy thing for a ship bound to Chicago to do. An Old CommUioiifir. Aaron Burr’s original commission as attorney-at-law, signed by Chief Jus tice Richard Morris, of New York State, February 1,1782, is now in the relic- room of the Ohio State House. It is written on vellum, eight and a half by ten inches m size, and bears a red wax seal, with the motto- “Laudem vin- cit.” On the same page of tlie scrap- book in which it is pasted is one of the old State lottery tickets, with the in scription: “Not two blankstoa prize.” ESTABLISHED 1848 Photographing on Flash. A new triumph of photographic art is reported. It is claimed that by this process an indelible likeness of any object can be produced on the human cuticle, and that, unlike the barbarous method of tattooing, the new discovery is rapid, accurate, cheap, and painless. “The idea, for instance,” says one who is interested in making the operation l»opu!ar, “of having with one an indeli ble imprint on the person of any object of affection, a dear relative, a favorite horse, dog, bird or cat, is certainly a very pleasing one. Indeed, to those without sentimental feelings such a discovery would prove of interest as affioqfcn a chance to carry constantly with them a reminder of their worldly goods, their houses, lands, ships, or other property.” “Yes, that sounds very pretty,” said a veteran ojierator, “but there isn’t much in it. I’ve been staining my hands with acids for nearly thirty years in the business, and have yet to learn of any such process, From my expe rience out on the plains I think that, outside of tattooing, Ajiache war-paint will last longer than any photographic chemicals. There was once a man here called the Blue Man, who took some thing internally for fits which perma nently changed the color of his skin, but that’s the only instance I know of. Now, I can put a picture or imprint on your skin, but you must understand there’s a good deal of fancy work in our business not comprehended by the uninitiated. But, after all, we have to come down to the light of the sun and the same nitrate of silver which col ored the blue man internally for our real material. “Now, I can put a picture on the side of a house as well as on your skin, and perhaps better, if the -paint don’t i>eel off as fast as your skin does. In point of fact, a picture will not last as long on your skin where it is covered by clothing as it will on the excised cuti cle. This is because the body con stantly throws out i*erspiration when covered, and jierspiration is a deadly enemy to chemicals. But the great objection to this so-called triumph in photographic art is this:—If I take an imprint on your hand, for instance, or on your leg, arm, chest, or back, your muscles, and, in fact, your entire body, must be hi a certain fixed position. You may, for instance, have an imprint of a beautiful woman on your hand when open. Clench your list, and the imprint, of course, becomes a caricar ture, the same as those India rubber or gutta-percha faces you see for sale in the streets. Why, in order to have pictures accurate we have even to cut our paper in a certain way. A^Lpaper stretches when wet, and if cut m one way many a thin face has been made to look fat, and vice versa. We have to cut our paper so as to get the least stretching. “Xerba-Mate” as a Drink. A number of parties in the East and South are considering the question of introducing the cultivation and sale of the “Yerba-mate,” or Paraguay tea, into this country. This article is in great favor in South America and has been so from time immemorial. So highly is it prized that even in certain of the coffee-producing districts of South America it is consumed in much larger quantities than the coffee. In the Argentine republic the quan tity imported from Paraguay and Brazil is more than six times iu value that of the tea and coffee imported. Consul Baker, of Buenos Ayres, in writing, ot the general use of this beverage there, says: “It has come down from a lormer generation as a sort of official institution, which has become venerable and must not be in terfered with. And every day, both in the public offices of the nation and of the province, the hours of ‘siesta’ are set apart, to a great extent, for an in discriminate bout at the ‘mate cup’—all employes, from the great minister of the Government to the porter who guards the door, taking turns at the fombilla.” The “mate,” he says, is considered especially useful in “postponing hun ger,” the drivers of caravans and Ar gentine ganchos taking their “mate” in the morning, and eating nothing until tlie end of tlie day, when i full meal is taken. The “mate” is imbibed scald ing hot through a tube inserted m the cup or gourd, and in the homes of the wealthy these circulate all day, one tube doing general service, and a refu sal of this hospitality by a guest is con sidered an act of rudeness. Those who have studied the question believe that the mate can be success fully grown in the Southern portions of this country, and it is probable some experiments will be made both in im portation of the article as prepared in South America and in an attempt *to produce it here. It is the product of a small tree of the holy family, the leaves and tender twigs being used for the tea. The taste is a flight bitter, with a peculiar and palatable aroma. The methods of curing and preparing are very simple, and the cost about one- fifth of that of tea or coffee. Young Men. THE VERDICT i. -OF- THI? PEOPLE. BUY THE BEST I Mk. J. O. Boao—Dear Sir: I bought the drat navis Machine eold by you over five years ago lor my wife, who has given It a long and fair trial. I am well pleased with It. It never alvea any rouble, and U as good as when drat bought. J. W. noi.icc. WInnBboro, s. C., April 1883. f ern a ago. i leei i caui say too muen in its favor. made about 180,00 within dve mouths, at times running it so fast that the needle would get per- tectlv hot from fricUon. I feel conddenl I could not have done the fame work with as much ease and so well with any other machine. No time lost in adjusting attachments. The lightest running machine I have ever treadled. Brother James and Williams’ families are as much pleased with their Davis Machines bought or you. 1 want no better machine. As I said before, I don’t think too muidi can be said for the Davis Machine. Respectfully, Ellen m^vknson, Faird“ld County, Aprl’, 1883. Mk. Boao : My machine gives me perfect satis faction. I dnd no fault with It. The attachmen’a a< e so simple, i wish for no better than the Davis Vertical Feed. Respectfully. „ , # Mrs. R. Millino. Fairfield county, Aprl’, 1883. Mk. Boag: I hough: a Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine from you four years ago. I am delighted with it. It never has given me auv trouble, and has never been the least out of order. It is as good us when I drat bought H. I can cheerfully recommend It. Respectfully, Mkk M. J. Kikeland. Montlcello, April 30, 1833. This U to oertify that I have been using a Dans Vertlcul Feed Sewing Machine for over two years, purchased of Mr. J. O. Boag. I haven’t found It possessed of any fault—all the attachments are so simple. It never refuses to work, and la uertalnl v the llghteat running In the market 1 consider It a first class machine. Very respectfully. Minnie M. Willingham. Oakland, Fairfield county, S. C. Mk Boao : i am wen pleased in every particular with the Davia Machine nought of you. I think It a drst-class machine In every respect. You know you sold several machines of the same make to different members of our families, all of whom, as far as I know, are well pleased wlth'them. Respectfully, Mhs. M. H. Mobley. Fairfield county, April, 1883. This Is to certify we have had la constant use the Davts Machine booght of you about three years ago. As we take In work, and hava made the price of it several times over, we don’t waut any better machine. It la always ready to do any kind of work we nave to do. No puckering or skipping stitches. We can only say we are well pleased and wish no better machine, l ATHBKINE WTLIB AND SISTER. April SB, 18'3. I have no fault to flud with my machne, and don’t want any better. I have made the price of it several times by taking la sewing. It la always ready to do its work. I think It a flrst-clasa ma chine. I feel I can t say too much for the Davis Vertical Feed Machine. Mrs. Thomas Smith. Fairfield county, April, 1883. Mr. J. O. Boao—Dear Sir: It gives me much pleasure to testify to the merits of the Davia Ver tical Feed Sewing Machine. The machine I got of you about five years ago. has been almost In con stant use ever since that time. I cannot see that it is jvorn any, and has not cost me one cent for repairs since we have hail It. Am veil pleased and don’t wish far any better. Yonrs trn'y, Rost. Crawford, Uranlte quarry, near Wlnnsboro S. C. We have used the Davis Vertical Feel Sewing Machine for the last five years. We would not have any other make at any pnee. The machine has given us unbounded satisfaction. Very respectfully, Mrs. w. k. turner and Daughters! Fairfield county, S. C., Jan. *7,1883. Having trought a Davia Vertical Feed Sewing Machine from Mr. J. O. Boag some three rears ago, and It having given me perfect satisfaction In every respect as a Family machine, both for heavy and light sewing, and never needed the least re pair In any way, f can cheerfully recommend It to say one as a first-class machine In every particu lar, and think It second to none. It la one ot the simplest machines made; my children nae It with all ease. The attachments are more easily ad justed and It does a greater range of work by means of ita Vertical Feed than any other ma chine I have ever aeen or used. Mrs. Thomas owinos. Wlnnsb irv, Fairfield county, S. C. We have had one of the Davis Machines about four years and have always found It ready to do all kinds of work we have had occasion to do. Can’t see that the machine la worn any, and works as well aa when new. Mrs. W. J. Crawford, Jackson’s Creek, Fairfield county, a C. My wife la highly pleased with the Davts Ma chine bought of you. She would not t*ke double what she gave for It. The machine has not been out of order since she had it, and she can do any kind ot work on it. Very Respectfully, J as. F. Free. Montlcello, Fairfield county, 8. C. The Davts Sewing Machine is simply a treas ure Mrs. J. a. goodwtn. Ridgeway, N. C., Jan. 10, less. Young meu, save that penny; pick up that pin; let the account be correct to a farthing, find out what that ribbon costs before you take it; pay the half dime your friend handed you to make change with; in a word, be economical, be accurate and know what you are doing; be honest and then be generous, for ail. you have or acquire thus be longs to you by every rule of right and you may put it to any good use you please. It is not parsimony to be eco nomical. It is not small to know tlie price of the article you are about to purchase, or to remember & little you owe,—Wliat if you do meet Bill Pride decked out in a much better suit than yours, the price of which he has not learned yet from the tailor, who laughs at your faded dress, and old fashioned notions of honesty and right—your day will come. Franklin, from a penny saving boy, walking in the streets with a loaf of bread under his arm, became a companion of kings. J, O Boao, Eaq., Agent—Dear Sir: Mj wife baa oeen ualug a Darla Sewing Machine constant ly for the pan four yean, anil It haa never neodetl any repairs an I works Just aa well aa when first bought. She says It wUl do a greater range of practical work »nd do tt easier and better than any machine she has ever used. We cheerfully recommend tt as a No. l family machine, . Yogf trnuy, Jaa. q. Davis. Wlnnsboro, & C., Jan. 3, 1883. Mr. Boao : I have sliraii found my Davia Ma chine ready do all kinds of to work I have had oc casion to do. I cannot see that the machine la worn a particle and it worts aaweUaa when new. Respectfully, Mrs. R. C. Gooding. Wlnnsboro, S. C., April, 1883,