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TRI-WEEKLY EDITION.
W1NNSBORO. S. V,.. JULY 12. 1883.
ESTABLISHED 1848
THE VERDICT
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BUY THE BEST!
Mr. J. O. Boao—Dear Sir: 1 bought the flrat
Davis Macbtae koIiI by you over live years ago lor
uiy wile, who has given it a long ami lair trial. I
am well pleased with It. It never Rives any
rouble, ami Is as good as when ttrst iiought.
J. W. 110I.ICE.
Wlnnsboro, 8. C., Aprl. 1883. r
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Mr. Boaa: You wish to know what I have to say
in reuard to the Dav.s Machine bought of you three
ears ago. I feel 1 can’t say too much in its favor,
ma le about fso.i o within Hve mouths, at times
running it so last that the needle would get per
fectly hot from frtclion. I feel confident I could
not have done the same 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
V\ Ilhams’ families are as much pleased with their
D tvis Machines nought or you. I want .*«iik too
machine. As I said bef™*-' sachlne.
much can he * Kespect fully,
KU.KN fTKVENoON,
Fairfield County, Apr! 1 , 1883.
Mk. Boao : My mschlne gives me perfect satis
faction. I find no lault with it. The attachments
a e so simple, i wish for no better than the Davis
Vertical Feed.
Respectfully.
Mrs. R. Milling.
Fairfield county, Aprl’, 1883.
Mr. Bo\g: i bought a Davis Vertical Feed
few.ng M ichlne trom you'our years ago. I am
deligute t with It It never has g.veu me any
tromde, and has never been the lesstout of order.
It Is as good hh when I Urst bought it. I can
cheerfully r.cn.umend it.
Kespectful’y,
Mm. M. J. Kirkland.
Montleelio, April 30,1883.
This Is to certify that 1 hav > been using a Davis
Vertical Feed Sewing Machine for over iw <years,
purchased of Mr. J. O. Bo.ig. 1 haven’t found it
passeeseil of any fault—all the attachments are so
simple. Ii never lefuses to work, and is certainly
th i luhtest running in the market. I consider it
a first-class machine.
Very respectfully,
Minnir M. Willingham.
Oakland, Fairfield county, S. C.
Mr boao : i am wen pieased in every particnla
with the Davis Machine nought of you. I think it
a firsl-c.asa machine in every respect You know
you so d several machines of the satr e take to
diiterent meuiiicrs of our families, a .< whom,
as far as I know, are well pieased wltu them.
itesoectfully,
Mrs. M. II. Mosisr.
Fa rfleld county, April, 1883.
This tstn certify we have ha I in constant use
the Davis Machine bought of you about three years
ago. As we take in work, and have made the
p.ice of it sev.-ral i lines over, we don’t want jjuh
better machine. It is always skipping
of work wc nave tpjlftj gjfy we are well pieased
•titcMHn uo better mach ne.
I ATHEK1NK WYLIK AND SI8TBR.
April 26,18-3, i
I have no fault to find with my mach ne, and
don’t want .my tletter. I have m ide the price of
U several times by taking In sewing. It Is always
ready to do Us work. I think it a first-class ma
chine. I feel I can t say too much for the Davis
Vertical Feed Machine.
Mrs. Th.imas Smith.
Fairfield county, April, 1883.
Mr. J. O. Boag—D'sr Sir: H gives me much
pleasure to testify to the merits of the Davis Ver
tical Feed Sewing-Machine. The mai nine I got of
you about nve years ago. has been almost in con-
s’ant use ever since that nine. 1 c.muot see that
it is worn any, and has not cost me one cent for
repairs since we have had it. Am well pleased
and don't wish lor any tietter.
Yours trn'y,
host. Crawford,
Granite Quarry, near Wlnnsboro a. C.
We have used the Davis Vertical Feed Sewing
Machine for the last five years. We would not
have any other make at any price. The machine
has given us unboundeo satisfaction.
Very respectfully,
Mrs. W. K. Tdrnkk and DaoohtkiisI
Fairfield county, 8. C., Jan. 2;, 1883.
Having bought a Davis Vertical Feed Sewing
Machine from Mr. J. O. Boag some three years
ago, and It havtwg given me perfect satisfaction in
every re*!«ct as a lainily machine both for hea y
and light sewing, and never needed the least re
pair in any way. I can cheerfully recommend it to
any one as a first-class machine In every pari icu-
lar, and think It second to none. It is one ot the
simplest machines made; my children use It with
all ease, ’the attachments are more easily ad
justed and it does a greater range of work by
means of its Vertical Feed than any other ma
chine I have ever seen or used.
Mrs. Thomas Owings.
Winnsb ir'', Fairfield county, S. C.
We have had one of the Davit Machines stiout
four years and have always found It ready to do all
kinds of work we have ha 1 occasion to no. Can’t
see that the machine is worn any, and works as
well as when new.
Mrs. W. J. Crawford,
Jackson’s Creek, Fairfield county, 8. C.
My wife is highly plfiased with the Davis Ma
chine bought of you. She would not take double
what sue gave for It. The machine has not
been out of order sluce she had It, and shecau do
any kind of work on It.
Very Respectfully,
Jar. F. Frrk.
Montleelio, Fairfield county, S. C.
The Davis Sewing Machine Is simply a treas
ure Mrs. J. A. uoodwtn.
Ridgeway, N. C., Jan. 10, ls88.
J, O Boao, Esq., Agent—Dear Sir: My wife
has oeen using a Davis Sewing Machine constant
ly for the past four years, an I it has never nee led
any repairs and works just as well as when first
b >ught. She says U w,U do a greater range of
practical work wnd do it easier and bet’er than
any machine she uas ever used. We cheerfully
recommend it as a No. 1 family machine,
Your tru-y,
Jas. Q. Davis.
Wlnnsboro, S. C., Jan. 3, 1883.
.TRUST.
I cannot see, with my small humad sight,
Why God should lead this way or that for
me;
I only know he hath said, ‘‘Child, follow
me.”
But I can trust.
I know not why my path should be at times
8o straightly hedged, so strangely barred
before;
I only know God could keep wide the door;
But I can trust. '
I find no answer; often, when beset
W1 th questions fierce and subtle on m y way,
And often have but strength to faintly pray;
But I can trust.
I often wonder, as with trembling hand
I cast the seed along the furrowed ground,
If ripened fruit for God will there be found;
But 1 can trust.
I cannot know why suddenly the storm
Should rage so fiercely round me in its
wrath"
But this I know, God watches all my path—
And 1 can trust.
I may not draw aside the mystic veil
That hides the unknown future from —*
• sight! _. dark or light;
Nor know if for ptatfi trust.
x nave no power to look across the fide,
To see while here the land beyond the river;
But this 1 know, 1 shall be God’s forever;
So 1 can trust.
FROM THE HEFTHS.
Mb. Boag : I Have always found my Davis Ma
chine ready do all kiudn of to work I have bail oc
casion to do. 1 cannot see that the machiue Is
worn a particle and it worka aa weilaa wnen new.
Respectfully,
Mrs. K. C. Gooding.
Wlnnsboro, S. C., April, 1883,
Mr. Boag : My wife has been constantly using
the Davis Mactime bought of yon about live years
ago. I have never regretted having It, as it ia
always ready for any kind of fan.Ily sewing, either
heavy or light. It la never ont of fix or ueeutng
repairs.
Very respectfully,
A. W. Ladd.
Fairfield, a C., March, 1888.
Helen why ao you waste your time
talking to Paul Thyrley when Mr. Hart
well and Egbert Van Dom are both
disengaged?” said Mrs. I)e Groot, in
an angry whisjier, to her daughter, on
the evening of her debut, at the house
of a fashionable friend.
“You know tbe position Paul Thyr
ley holds in our home.
“Your lather keeps him as his secre
tary out of charity, ou the score of their
old boyish friendship.
“I am surprised that you should
dance twice with him this evening.
“Some one is sure to make an ill-na
tured remark about it.”
“He is really very nice, mamma,’
said Helen, gazing after her late part
ner with a suspiciously admiring ex
pression in her hazel eyes.
“If he was only rich he would be per
fect.”
“But he is not rich.
“How can you be so foolish—so mad,
Helen?” ,
“Are you sure that he is not rich,
mamma?”
“Have you noticed that splendid dia
mond ring in the shape of a star that
he is wearing to-night?
“How could a poor man ha’’e a ring
like that?”
“It is paste, no doubt,” said her
mother irritably.
And then a really tragic expression
crossed her still handsome
“Helen, Mr v'<ut Dom w coming
H-i- "“J*
“For mercy’s sake, leave off staring
after that poverty-stricken Paul Thyr
ley, and make yourself agreeable to him
if he asks you to dance—unless you wish
to break my heart.”
With a sigh Helen dropped the
plumed fan front before her face and
turned to welcome the wealthy banker
with a beaming smile.
Egbert Van Dom was a short, heavi
ly-built, prosy man, live and forty.
He had been bom and reared in pov
erty.
Coining into an immense fortune
when youth was gone, he had but two
ideas, apparently, in his brain—the one
his money; the other his very uninter
esting self.
Such as he was, however, the bright
est aud fairest of society belles were
ready to nm a race for his favors.
And Helen De Groot’s handsome
Spanish face Bushed with exultation as
the evening passed by and still found
hind constant at her side.
Schooled by her proud mother, and
prompted by her own ambition, she
cast aside her momentary dream of
love, and met Paul Thyrley so coldly
on the next morning in bet own home
that his sudden lock of intense mortifi
cation showed the pain he felt.
Prom that day they were as stran
gers.
Paul Thyrley busied himself in the
duties of tus place, and turned for com
fort in his leisure hours to Helen’s
young cousin, Lucy Fair, who held a
position in the great g and house that
was even lower aud less satisfactory
than his own.
One morning, some weeks after his
binhnight ball, Lucy Fair ran hastily
down the staircase from her cousin’s
room, her pretty face all bathed in
teats. «
“What is it Lucy ?” he asked, hold
ing her fast as she attempted to run
away.
" What has been grieving you?”
“It is—oh, Mr. Thyrleyl
“Helen says that 1 have been so rude
and forward in my behavior to you
that vou must despise me in your
heart,” said Lucy, after ft long pause.
“She saw us come in from our walk
last evening do you know?”
She hesitated.
The secretary smiled.
“Well, my Lucy.
“Did she see me bid you good night
with a kiss?
“Is that the cause of all these teara?”
he said.
“Oh, she has said such cruel things,
Paul 1 - ✓
“She declares that you cannot possi
bly respect me, because I hava not re
spected myself.
“Aud aunt He Groot says that she
cannot take me to the grand party at
Upton Park next week.
“She says that I will disgrace them
by my behavior, that I have already
disgraced them—that I—oh, Pauli have
1 done wrong?
“Was it unmaidenly in me to, own
that 1 loved you, aud to allow it as I
did?” "
“My poor little Lucyl” cried Paul
indignantly.
“1 see how it is.”
“But they shall not torment you like
this another day.
“Look here. Lucy!
“I’ve given up my place—I am going
away at once!”
“Going away?
“Going to leave me?
She clung to him In mute dismay,
the tears still standing in her bright
eyes.
“There is the thing that grieves me,”
replied Paul.
“Do you love me well enough to go
with me, my dear?
“If you do, speak the word—and at
least your aunt and cousin shall never
have the power to torture you again.
“1 can promise you comfort In your
home, and kind care, and a love that
will never fail.
“What do you say, Lucy?”
“I would go with you to the end of
the world, Paul.”
“And never be afraid of the hard
work, the anxiety, the care, that are
the daily portion of a poor man’s life?”
“Never!
“If you are with mA tR«—> j- ”” 301
row', no trouble that I fear to meet,
she answered, with a trusting smile.
That night the lovers left that stately
home and fled to the city, where, in the
presence of her Lucy lair pro-
nounceji rt- * ows that made her au
“You have done well and wisely for
yourself, little girl.” said her uncle, as
he bade them farewell the next day.
“I wish your cousin had been half as
wise.
“Farewell, Paul don’t fail to bring
your wife to the party at Upton Park,
my boy.”
Mrs. De Groot held up her white and
Jeweled hands in horror when her hus
band told her what had happened.
But she was too busy preparing for
her own and Helen’s sojourn at Upton
Park to waste many thoughts upon her
rebellious niece.
The party was now close at hand,
and was to be a gorgeous affair.
The owner of Upton Park, it was
widely rumored had been a poor boy,
a newsboy in the city streets.
Befriended by the benevolent Paulus
De Groot, then but a lad himself, the
newsboy had worked, striven,and risen,
till, in the prime of his manhood, he
bad now come to reside near his early
friend in a home like a palace.
It w r as a romantic story.
Mrs. De Groot received them, acting
as hostess by the request of Mr. Upton,
who had not yet arrived.
“Mamma, you told me yesterday not
to accept Mr. Van Dorn till I had seen
Mr. Upton,” said Helen De Groot. as
they stood apart from the guests watch
ing the inner door of the library,
through which the owmer of the house
would very fioon appear.
“But they are sayiqg now that Mr.
Upton is actually married, and that he
is to bring his bride home to this house
this very night.”
“Nonsense, Helen!” cried Mrs. De
Groot sharply.
But slia Jnnkod thor« a 8k|y uneasy.
"Mrs. stone pretended that your fa-
fh«r was in the secret, and that he was
present at the wedding yesterday in
the city,” she began, “but I will never
believe that Mr. De Groot would
The words died on her lips.
She grasped Helen’s arm, clinging to
it as if to save herself from falling.
The arched two-leaved door of the
library was opened.
There stood Paul Thyrley and lean
ing on his arm was a lovely little dark-
eyed fairy, in a bridal robe and lace
veil, with diamond ornamouts that
blazed like stars.
There, too, was Mr. De Groot, w’hose
voice sounded like the “trump of doom’
in the ears of his wife and daughter as
he spoke in thiswise—
“Friends and neighbors, let me pre
sent to you Paul Thyrley Upton aud
Mrs. Lucy Upton, my own dear niece.
“In their name and in my own I bid
you welcome most heartily to their
pleasant home-coming at Upton Park.”
Flowers.
Front Yard Vexations.
The amount of money invested in
and spent for fiowera in London is
something marvellous. Fashion loves
flowers, or pretends to, and is willing
to pay for them. One florist says:—
“The best business comes from the
wealthy, who give orders to furnish
flowers and decorations for such an
evening at such a price, and -do not
concern themselves with details. The
floweis fora dinner party of fifty covers
can easily be made to cost from J2100 to
£200, and I have had one dinner last
winter for which my bill was £300.
That, of course, included the decoration
of the dining-room after special designs,
which were first prepared in color,
showing the masses of foliage, the
palms, and the beds of flowers in differ-'
ent parts of the room. When you con
sider that hybrid roses, of which there
are seven different varieties, cost 2s.
Od. apiece, and that a hundred of them
can be crowded into a vase on a mantel
piece, you see how the money goes.
Marechal Niel and ‘Jacqueminot roses
are worth now Is. each, but there is
little foliage with them, whereas a hy
brid rose with its stem and leaves is
quite a bouquet in itself. Besides deco
rating the supper-table and rooms for
balls we frequently have to make up fa
vors for a wedding, and these are often
made to cost from 2s. to 6s. apiece. The
intention is generally to combine in a
favor a few beautiful flowers, and
something that will remain as a me
mento of the occasion; so the holder is
of silver or porcelain, or a basket of
value is used. A few uights ago the
baskets were Leghorn hats, which will
doubtless be trimmed ana worn this
summer. ’ ’
Kama of A>no » f Se».
A return was lately published m London
giving the loss of life in each of the last
fifteen years arising from casualties at sea
to British ships in the home and foreign
trade, excluding fishing vessels. Tbe
grand total is 89,414, of which 8372 is the
total tor 1881-2, this being the largest in
any single year, tbe nearest to it being
1874 5, with 2980 In the three years
ini mediately preceding the numbers wen
much smaller—they having been 1907 in
1878-9, 1789 in 1879-80, and 2421 in
1860-1. Of the grand total, 2178 was the
number of lives lost by collision, of which
019 were those of passengers; it is to 13
noted, however, that 273 of the latter
number, or more than half the total for
fifteen years, were lost m the first six
months of 1878, the running down of
tbs North fleet by the Mmillo in tne early
days of that year off Dungeneas account
ing for ibis.
We have recently moved into a house
that has a front yard. We have aTways
lived in houses whose front yard was
the street. Children will play in the
street. Children will play in the yard
whether there is a street running through
it or not. After two or thjree of them
had barely escaped being nm over by
the teams that Insisted on running
through our front yard, wife said we
must rent a house that hadn’t any street
in it. So we did. But pshaw! the
children don’t make any account of it.
They are in the street as much as ever,
accumulating their g^ilv —*
row escapes.
-tvne said the yard looked bare with
out shrubs arid flowers and vines. I
hinted that a little "grass would help it,
Ido.
One evening as T was going away,
wife asked me to bring iter a few “an
nuals” when I came back. I wondered
what she wanted of annuals as 1 rode
down town in a street car, but I am
accustomed to blind obedience to her
requests, so when 1 went home at night
I brought her some annuals. There
were Dr. “Jayne’s Annual Almanack,”
I remember, and “The Odd Fellows’
Annual Offering,” and a New Year’s
Address” for 1862, and the “Birthday
Gift” and numerous annual addresses
before agricultural associations, that
had accumulated on my hands.
“Good gracious!” exclaimed Mrs,
Boggs, (she never swears like that ex
cept under great excitement) what have
you brought me?”
“Annuals, Mrs. Boggs,” said I.
“You said you wanted annuals, and
here they are.”
Then Mrs. Boggs burst out laughing,
and cried: “Why, you old fool, you
(we have been married twenty years,
but Mrs. B. calls me pet names yet),
the annuals I meant ate flowers, such
as verbenas, pansies, daisies, morning-
glories, mignonette, and the like, to
set in our front yard.” Then site took
all the annuals I had been at so much
pains to collect and set them out in the
back yard among other rubbish.
The next morning she asked me if I
thought I could get some roses for the
front yard. Told her I knew a man
who had got a lot of early rose potatoes,
but it wasn’t the right time of year for
setting them out. (I have an idea that
ground is much better employed in rais
ing a potato than in raising a flower, un
less it is a barrel of flour.) Wife said I
hadn’t a bit of taste. She then gave
me a memoranda of roses she wanted.
I was busy all day, but as I was about
taking a car for home, I thought of the
roses. I referred to the mo*.——- 1
t louud the e -*i****t’
‘t»w~E tew geraniums, fuchsias,
heliotrope, roses, bourbon, running
rose, ‘Prairie Queen,’ golden tea plant
vines, English Ivy, Wandering Jew,
seeds, etc.”
I studied it hard, but it was slightly
incomprehensible. She had evidently
got things mixed up. However, I
went to a florist’s and got what I
wanted. Said I, “give me a few gera
niums and a few she’s, and .”
“A few what?” asked the flower-
man, looking puzzled.
“A few she’s,” said I, turning very
red, I know’, for I couldn’t tell for the
life of me what my wife wanted of a
few she’s about the place, as she never
could live in the same house with an
other woman.
As the florist looked more staggered
than ever, I handed him the memo
randa, when he burst into a loud laugh.
"Why, man, he cried, “it’s fuchsias
she wants!” and he roared again.
Well, whatever it is, give me a cou
ple of yards of it anyhow, front aud
back yard, too.”
You see I was mad.
I got the things the memoranda
seemed to call for at the various places,
and went home.
Here, Mrs. Boggs,” said i, testily,
“are the things for our front yard.”
“Why, what is this?,’ she cried, as
I thrust a two-gallon jug upou her
among other things.
“Bourbon, my dear. I found it on
the memoranda. Pretty tiling to set
out in the front yard, though. How
long do you s’pose it’ll stay there with
the neighbors we’ve got?”
“Boggs, you are a confounded ;
that memoranda was ‘Bourbon Rose.’
But what is this -nasty little book?”
holding up a dime novel with a highly
colored title page representing a gor
geous squa-v on a fiery and untamed
mustang.
“That? Why you ordered it, didn’t
you? That is ‘Running Rose;* or, the
Prairie Queen;’ one of Beadle’s you
know.”
My wife carried it at arm’s length
and threw it into the stove. Then she
took the jug of Bourbon and emptied
it into the back gutter. While she was
gone I concealed Alexander Dumas’
“Wandering Jew,” which I had also
purchased, for 1 began to see that I had
made a terrible blunder in filling that
order. (I have ascertained since that
“Wandering Jew” is the name of a
vine; but how was I expected to know
allaLOfcrii?) _
“liere, my dear,” said I, as my wife
entered the room again, desiring to
mollify her, “here is some ivy. I know
tliat it is right, for I hired a boy to go
out into the woods and cull it.”
‘}Go out in the woods and cull it!”
shrieked Mrs. Boggs, suddenly dropping
it; “why, Boggs, that’s Pizen ivyi”
So it was. Dear! Dear! how was I
expected to know anything about it?
1 didn’t know there was any other kind
of ivy ’cept that which grows in the
woods. 1 went around a week or two
with both bauds done up in linen rags
soaked in salt aud water, and Mis.
Boggs’ hands looked like a pair of box
ing gloves. I will never meddle with
ivy again, ivy notion.
But my mishaps arc not all re ated
yet. I planted the seeds I had bought)
and what do you think came up? A
lot of gourds, sunfiowera, hollyhocks
and pumpkin vines?
“What are these?” said Mrs. Bogcr?.
examining a flower bed where I had
stuck some plants. Then she bent
down, scrutinized the leaves closely,
and with a scream pulled them up by
tbe roots and threw them away.
We fixed it at length. We hired a
landscape gardener, and turned the
front yard over to him. Mrs. Boggs
bossed the job, and under her eagle eye
very little ground ’scaped gardening.
A hose became necessary, of course, to
sprinkle the grass and flowers, so she
bought one properlp furnished with a
nozzle and sprinkler. Mrs. r >ggs going
out marketing one evening, requested
me to take the hose and sprinkle the
front yard.
I had never operated such a contriv
ance and made horrible work of it. I
forgot to substitute the sprinklef for
the nozzle and played havoc among the
plants and flowers. Whenever the
"♦-’"•k a .ulant it was either
scooped out or driven into the ground
out of sight. The flower beds looked
as though they had been fooling around
a water spout. I was disconcerted at
the ruin I was working, and turning
around to see if my wife was coming,
I let the stream go full drive in my
neighbor’s face who was observing me
and I turned it quickly around, firing
it into a passing baby wagon. Baby
screamed, and getting a dose hi my own
eye, I popped it next in the face of
Mis. Boggs, who was just entering the
gate. That concluded my performance
with a rubber hose.
If you know any one who wants to
rent a house with a front yard, -“end me
word.
Impaled.
The impalement of persons sentenced
to death for great crimes has been
practiced in the East for many cen
turies. In Turkey, where tliis punish
ment was most frequently inflicted,
assassins whose crimes w r ere of an
aggravated character w r ere always con
demned to die on the pole; and the
traveler who iienetrates into Asia
Minor will now and then, even in our
times, ride past slender posts erected
along the roadside, on which the skele
tons of the unfortunates are hanging
who have been put to death in this horri
ble manner.
Saint Edme in his Dictionnaire de la
Penalite describes the maimer in which
this punishment is inflicted as follows:
“The unfortunate man who is to
suffer death by impalement is laid flat
on the ground, face downward. His
hands are tied on his back, aud one of
the executioner’s assistants sits down
on his back, so that the victun cannot
move. A second assistant holds the
culprit’s head firmly to the ground,
and a third assistant seizes his legs,
which he holds so that he cannot movo
them. The executioner ap
proaches with tb» instrument of death,
a loiur or pole, which he pushes
int/O the body L-om bohiud. The pole
tapers almost to a point, but is rounded
off somewhat at the end, so that it will
not penetrate the entrails all at once.
The executioner pushes this pole into
the flesh as far as he can with his
hands, whereupon a fourth assistant
drives it in still further with a mallet.
Now the pole, which has jienetrated
deeply into the body of the doomed
man, is set upright into the ground,
and the victim is left to die upon it.
The weight of the body presses it
further down upon the stake every
moment, and the point finally protrudes
from the breast or side of the culprit.
Some of those upon whom this horrible
punishment has been inflicted, died
quickly, and their suffering was soon
over, but others are said to have suf
fered untold agony for hours, and even
days, before death put au end to their
torments.”
Impalement, horrible as it is, is not
the cruelist punishment “inflicted in
Oriental countries. Particularly the
Chinese and the inhabitants of Anam,
Cochin China and Siam seem to have
exhausted all their powers of invention
in devising new and insufferable tor
ments for criminals or persons who had
incurred the hatred of the rulers of
tliose countries.
In China rebels and traitors are lite
rally cut into a thousand pieces. The
executioner who is to carry out this
dreadful sentence fastens the prisoner,
who is tied hand and foot, with a chain
to a post, and makes au incision over
the forehead of his victim. He pulls
the skin of the forehead over the eyes of
the sufferer, so that he cau no longer see.
A large basket with small knives is
now r placed beside the executioner, who
shakes them up several times, and
then takes them up, one by one. On
each knife is written the name of a
part of the human body which the
fiend who takes the instrument of tort
ure from the basket proceeds to lace
rate slowly. Little pieces of flesh and
skin are cut from the struggling wretch,
and when the executioner lias cut and
slashed one part, in his opinion, sutli-
ciently, he takes another knife from
the basket anil proceeds as before,
until at last all the knives have been
taken from the basket. But while the
victim suffers horrible torments the
executioner operates on liim with such
skill that no vital parts are touched,
and death does not come to the relief
of the sufferer. Aud when all the
numbers of this terrible lottery of
knives are drawn, the bleeding body of
the unfortunate man is thrown to rave
nous dogs, who, more merciful tlian
their masters, soon put an end to the
agonies of the doomed man.
Another punishment said to have
been inflicted in China on great crimi
nals consisted in being “brushed to
death.” The instrument employed in
this torture was a wire brush, witu
which the executioner brushed, or
rather scraped off the flesh of the cul
prit, a proceeding which naturally
consumed a great deal of time. The
tormentor, w’iih consummate skill,
brushed around all great veins and
arteries to prevent the victim from
bleeding to death, and kept him alive
fioraloug Liiae.
In Siam the death penalty was in
flicted ou rebels by having them tram
pled to death by eiaphants. Others
had a small cocoanut forced into their
mouth so that they had to starve.
Other horrible punishments have
been inflicted by Oriental despots, and
many of them liave taken particular
pains to vary the pains, changing the
mode of their torment with every suf-
erer. But the above instances will
uttioe to show what cruelties are prac-
iced in those countries, ■'
Thin out Fruit.
As the season seems favorable, the
prospect is that the trees, of all kinds,
will be well loaded with fruit. Too
much fruit is something unusual, for
the market is never overstocked in
quantity, but too much inferior fruit is
a yearly infliction on all who buy.
Priming, trimming and cultivating,
while pushing forward the trees in vi
gor and productiveness, also assist in
the development of a surplus of blos
soms, the stimulus causing the trees to
bend their energies in that direction in
preference to an excess of leaves, for
the embryo buds are alike, and diverge
into leal or fruit as the conditions di
rect.
Thinning out fruit seems repulsive
to tliose who are accustomed to seeing
heavy clusters of fruit on trees* and
the operation appears to lie a wasteful
one; but, when we consider that fruit
ing is but an effort of natural reproduc
tion, it is to be wondered, rather, that
thinning is not more commonly prac
ticed. If the tree cannot propagate by
seeding it will endeavor to do so from
the root by sending out shoots. It
either sends out shoots or fruit buds,
or both, and this must be accomplished
only with the material which the tree
affords, part of which is stored and
part new, taken directly from the soil
at the time of blossoming or a little be
fore. This material is distributed to
every part of the tree, the remotest
blossom not being forgotten, and the
tree can only nourish according to its
capacity to supply. Where the fruit is
overcrowed on the tree the fact is ap
parent that inferiority of size must lie
the consequence; and whenever the
fruit is dwarfed the flavor and appear
ance is below the average, to say noth
ing of the drain on the vitality of the
tree, which is thereby compelled _o use
its utmost endeavor in order to develop
its fruit.
By thinning out the inferior speci
mens, leaving only that which looks
promising, the sap is directed iutotewer
channels instead of the many, the fruit
being supplied with a greater propor
tion of nourishment, grows more rap
idly, ripens sooner and is improved in
appearance and quality. Nor will the
■actual production be less, for the chan
ces are that by measurement'the quan
tity will be more than if no thinning
process had been practiced, the chief
benefit being the doubling of the price
owing to the superiority of tha fruit.
Strawberries «*> trc»i«a have been grown
to oucn proportions as to readily com
mand fifty cents per quart when infer
ior kinds were not in demand, and
pears have been sent to our markets
that sold singly at good prices, while
others were sold by measurement.
Thousanfhrof bushels of apples rot in
our orchards annually simply because
the trees are overcrowed and the fruit
becomes unsalable, and the cherries,
peaches aud even the small fruits are
no exception.
Another point to be observed is that
trees and vines must not be allowed to
make any effort other than by seeding.
The shoots and runners must be kept
down, as they rob the parent stock of
vital power—as is well known to those
who grow strawberries especially, the
runners ot this year being detrimental
to fruit production the succeeding sea
son. Let every fruit-grower eudeavor
to produce goou, well-formed, market
able fruit, culling out that which is
inferior, and allotting to the trees only
that which is suitable to their capacity
and the increased prices and quick sales
will be more than a satisfactory remu
neration for the small amount of extra
labor required.
A Secretary In Trouble.
A gentleman who had business with
the W ar Department during the Presi
dency of General Jackson, called upon
the Secretary for the purpose of trans-
actiug it. As he approached the door
leading to the Secretary’s apartment,
the messenger informed him that the
Secretary was engaged for the mo
ment, and begged him to take a seat in
the ante-room The door was ajar,
and the visitor could not avoid hearing
the loud and angry tones of the great
functionary. He was evidently ad
dressing an officer of the anny, who
was delinquent in the matter of his
accounts, “You have been repeatedly
directed to bring your affaire to a
settlement,” said he, “and you pay no
attention to the instruction, delaying
on one frivolous pretext or another,
and offering the most preposterous
excuses, until the thing has become
intolerable. If this goes on much lon
ger 1 sliall order your arrest, and try
you by court-martial. The War De
partment cannot lie trifled with.
The offending officer was a French
man, whose broken English and ex
traordinary phraseology were most
mirth-provoking. He presently bowed
himself out into the hall, the very
impersonation of composure and self-
complacency. The gentleman who was
waiting for an audience inquired what
was the matter. “Nossing wfz me,”
was the reply with a grimace and a
shrug of the shoulders. “But ze Minis
ter of ze War is iu trubble.”
Napoleon’* Son.
Prince Napoleon’s son is only one of
a long line of royal pretenders, refugees,
or captives who have entered English
schools within the past dozen years. He
eutere Cheltenham College. It was there
that Dr. Jex-Blake first received Prince
Aleymayu, son of King Theodore of
Abyssinia. Soon after, the Duke of
Genoa entered Harrow under Mr. Mat
thew Arnold. Prince liassan, Of Egypt,
aud Prince tiootebai, of Siam, were not
long ago at Oxford, Tbe King of Spain
was once at Sandhurst, aud Don Jaime,
son of Don Carlos, the pretender, is now
at the Jesuit College near Windsor,
while the Woolwich career of tUPlonof
Napoleon HI is still fresh in memory.
Religion is as necessary to reason as
reason is to religion; the one cannot
exist without the other. A reasoning
being would lose his reason in attempt
ing to account for the phenomena of
nature had he not a Supreme Being to
refer to. If there had been no God.
mankind would have been obliged to
! imagine one.
A Joke on e Soldier.
Many persons think that these old
soldiers who meet at reunions have be
come dignified and forgotten how to
have any fun when they get together.
This is the greatest mistake that was
ever made. We suppose there was more
fun to the square mile during the reun
ion here than was ever enjoyed since
the world began. Among the Chicago
boys, as a guest, was Theo R. Davis,
the artist of Harper's Weekly, who was
all through the war, and whose pencil
has caused many a battle-field to be
impressed upon the minds of hundreds
of thousands of people who were not
there. There was one of the Chicago
men who sometimes took a little too
much wet stuff, and who was a little
excitable when full, though a ffiyal
good fellow. The visiting, the music,
the marching, the cheering and the ex
citement of the reunion, with a little
dust of liquor, had made him feel quite
excited, and he wanted to fight his
battles over again, but the boys kept
him quiet, aud finally got him to bed,
and soon he slept like a log. The boys
were in the room telling stories, when
some one called attention to the sleeping
comrade, and in a second an idea oc
curred to Davis, the artist. He said he
would go to his room and get his water-
olor paint aud brushes, aud some court
plaster, and paint the face of the sleej)-
ing comrade so he would look as though
he had been in a fight, and been knocked
all to pieces. The boys said it would be
a good idea, and pretty soon the artist
was at work with his soft camel’s hair
brushes, and the boys stood over the
artist and his human canvas, holding
their sides to keep from roaring. The
artist first painted two black eyes that
you would swear had been made by a
man’s fist. Then he painted a swelling
ou one cheek, and on the forehead he
painted what looked as though a sledge
hammer had mashed in the skull aud
left the brain oozing out. Then the
artist took some strips of court plaster
aud stuck one across the painted broken
nose, another across the mouth, sealing
both lips; and the boys stood back to
look at the stricken man and wait for
the court piaster to dry. The scene
was so real that one of the boys actually
turned pale while looking at the sleeper.
The boys held a consultation and agreed
that when their friend awoke they
should look heart-broken, aud make
him believe he had been mauled out of
all human shape ; and they got a strange
veteran from Oshkosh to personate a
doctor. After a little the sleeper began
to wake up, and one of his friends took
a seat by his bedside, took hold of his
pulse, and as he opened his eyes the
frieud said:
“ Now, don’t exert yourself, and don’t
try to talk. The doctor says you will
be all right if you remain quiet.”
The victun of the joke opened his eyes
and was going bo •a, what in Gehenna
was the matter, and what maae aiou*
stand around like a lot of pall-bearers,
when he found his mouth held together
by court plaster, and his voice sounded
like a man with a hair-lip asking some
body to go to the devil. At this point
Lu Drury, one of the jokers, was having
trouble to keep from laughing, so he
put a handkerchief to his face, sobbed,
aud said, “ My God, boys, this is horri
ble.” The victim looked at Lu, aud
would have sworu his great heart was
overcharged with grief, and he tried to
talk, but the court plaster would not
permit him. At this point the Oshkosh
villain, who acted as army surgeon,
went to the bedside of the wounded
■an, reheved the other watcher, felt of
nls pulse and said:
“Don’t be discouraged, my boy, we
will pull you through, if you do not get
excited. I have cured worst cases. ”
Then he took a pair of scissors and
cut the court plaster that held the lips
together, aud said:
“There, how do you feel now?
Don’t talk much, hut don’t you feel
relieved ?”
The victim looked at the doctor and
at the boys who were picturesquely
standing around the bed, and said :
“ Doc, for God’s sake, what has hap
pened to me ?”
The doctor told him to be quiet, and
then whispered to him :
“You have had the worst fight that
a man ever had aud lived. A man at
tacked you on Wells street with a view
of robbing you, and you defended your
self, but it was a hard struggle. Mr.
Drury, please hand me that hand-glass.
There, you can see for yonrself. There
is a contusion of the brain, the eyes are
discolored, and I thought your jaw was
broken, but as you can talk I guess it
is only fractured. But you ought to
see the mau that jumped on you.
There, now, don’t look at yourself too
much. You will look better to
morrow.”
The victim took a long look at him
self, aud the first thing he said was:
“ Is the other fellow alive ?”
It was all the boys could do to keep
from bursting, but they kept sober
faces, and the doctor said the other
fellow was alive, but he was the worst
used up mau he ever sewed up. He
said one arm was broken and one eye
gouged out, and his face looked as if a
pile-driver nad struck him. The victim
smiled a satisfactory smile as he heard
how he had whipped tbe other fellow.
Then the boys asked if he had any mes
sage to send home. He took tho mirror
and looked at himself again, and said^:
“Telegraph for ray wife.” That was
too much, and the boys roared and the
doctor tore off the court plaster from
his nose, another fellow brought a wet
towel ana the paint was washed off, and
when he was clean the boys handed him
the mirror, and he looked at himself
again, and then saw it was a joke, and
he wanted to kill some of them, but
just then a colored boy brqught up a
coupleof bottles of wine, and the injured
man got up and the war was over. But
for a couple days, if any body aftid, “ Is
the other fellow alive ?” or *» Telegraph
my wife,” in his presence, his hand
instantly sought his pistol pocket. The
artist, Mr. Davis, the one most to
blame, had to lock out for himself the
rest of the time during the re-union, or
he would have been challenged.
Certain sounds from a musical instru
ment will affect tbe flame from a gas jet
causing it to dance about,
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