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♦ TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO. S. 0.. JULY 21. 1883. ESTABLISHED 1848 BLASTED HOPE. He softly whispered iu her ear “Shall we to the cafe Meander now my little dear?” She never spoke him nay. • They sat them down, the man and maid, Then did he gently quoth; “Wilt thou have cream or lemonade?” She simply answered “both.” The smiles that erstwhile wreathed his cheek Now simply faded thence, For tho’ each pocket he did seek, He found hut twenty cents. He said, “My dear, a man I see Who owes me dollars seven,” Then from the room he swift did Bee To breathe the air of Heaven. The maiden she did sit and wait Her nice young man's returning, But ne’er a waiter brought the plate Of cream her heart was yearning. And still she sits with ashen lip, And neither sound nor motion, As silent as a chromo ship On a lithographic ocean. CAItKADINE'S LOVE. Carradine sat alone at ins easel paint, mg; and as he painted he thought- Eight years before, when he was a poor, struggling boy, just entering on that race which must be run by every aspir ant to art and its honors, there happened to him something which neither time nor toil had ever been able to efface from his memory. As he was passing along the streets a wreath of fragrant roses suddenly fell on his head, and look* ing up in wonder he beheld, reaching out from the embroidered draperies of an overhanging window, a child, with fairy-like proportions, with great dark eyes and long, curling black locks, who stood smiling and throwing him kisses from her curved lips, colored like a pomegranate. When she still gazed, a nurse had come forward and drawn the child away; the curtains were closed, and he saw the little creature no more. Such was the vision that the artist had carried so long in his memory; in his memory only, for he had no second glimpse of the child. That very day an accident occured which kept him a prisoner in his room for several weeks, and when next he went out the house was empty, and a placard with greatflar- ing letters announcing it for sale stared him in the face, from the same window in which the little, white-robed elf had stood waving her hand and smiling to him. In course of time other faces ap peared there, but they were strange faces, and among them was never the one for which he looked. Now, as Carradine sat painting alone, he thought of all this: of the struggle that had ended at length in success, of l&WutfiBf'aSfr'wttfi'Ver' friigrant rose crown, which had seemed almost like a prophecy. That rose wreath, dry and withered now, was all that was left to him of the fair vision; but when that morning in turning over an old port folio, he had come upon it by chance it spoke to him of that by-gone day just as eloquently as when its blossoms were fresh and full. “Eight years ago,” he said, thought fully, letting the shriveled circles slip through his fingers slowly. “She must be Itf now—if she lives. If? No, I do not doubt her living presence—some where. I wonder where she is now,and what she is like at 16?” With that he placed the wreath beside his easel and began to paint. The face, original, and I will, if it is a seven days’ journey 1” ' Carradine smiled. “If I myself kn?w where to find such an original I should not be here to tell you, my good friend.” he answered, evasively. “ Oh, a fancy sketch,” said the other, misled, as the artist had desired. “ I might have saved myself the trouble of asking. No real flesh and blood face ever looked like that—more shame to nature, I say. Of course you will ex hibit it. Carradine?” “ Nol” answered the painter, quietly. “No!” repeated the other, in sur prise. “ But my dear fellow, you must, or I shall betray your secret, and you will have a swarm of visitors, worse than a plague in Egypt, lot in upon you.” Carradine hesitated. A chance word I in his friend’s speech had suggested a possibility that made his heart leap in spite of sober reason. “ You are right,” he said. “ I shall send the picture for exhibition. It will be better so.” After his visitor had left him alone again, Carradine bent low over his easel, gazing into the lovely, upturned face, until it began to fade into the gather ing twilight. “ It—it!” he murmured to himself, half unconsciously. “ But it cannot be. Yet I will send it—and perhaps—” And so the picture was sent, in due time; and it seemed almost as if Carra- dine’s soul had gone with it and drawn him to follow. Hour after hour, and day after day, he sat in the gallery scru tinizing eagerly every face and the visitor's whom taste and fashion had brought to look at the now celebrated artist’s latest success. Every night he went away unsatisfied, and every morn- ning he returned with hope springing afresh in his heart. Still, the object of his search, what ever it may have been, does not appear; and one day, discouraged at last, he re solved to go no more on so fruitless art errand. Shutting himself in his studio, he began to paint, but strive as he would he could command neither hand nor fancy. Finally tired of repeated failure, be abandoned work, and yielded to an impulse which drew his steps in the customary direction. When he entered the small side room in which his picture hung he found but two persons within, a young man and a girl. Carradine could not see the faces of these two, but, with an earnestness for which he was at a loss to account, he followed their retreating figures as they moved slowly toward his picture. But the next moment an exclamation of astonishment burst from the lips of the ""“YYfiyiTiernfffhtf gort^fi. What does it mean? Who can painter be?” With that he hurried out to purchase a catalogue. Carradine advanced quick ly to the girl. “ I am the painter,” he said. She turned and looked at him with one steady gaze from those glorious eyes that had haunted his visions for so many years. Then she spoke: “You painted that picture? and how?” “From remembrance,” he answered. “ It was my only tribute to the little unknown princess who crowned me once with roses. Does she, too, re member it?” For a moment doubt was in her face; you will part with it—at your own price?” “The picture is not for sale,” said Carradine, quietly, still regarding the young man with that cool, steady gaze which had already caused him to be tray a hesitation, almost confusion, very unlike his usual easy confidence. He seemed to have an instinctive knowl edge that the artist was measuring him, and to shrink from that measurement with unconscious dread. Carradine saw Leiiia Auvernay once more before she returned to her home in a distant town. Then he took his picture from the Academy walls and hung it in his studio, where his eyas could find it whenever he iookeo a way from his work, For he did not give up work; yei- nmoug tliomsolves, his friends pronounced him an altered man, and marveled what had caused so subtle a difference. Always silent, he now seemed to live in an ideal world of his own; and whatever lie might occupy himself with, there was that in his manner which appeared to imply that it was only a temporary diversion until the coming of some even; tor which he wa:> waiting. So jiassed half a year, at the end of which there came a letter to Carradine. It was very brief, but it was enough to assure him of that which he had been almost unconsciously expecting. The letter was from Leiiia Auvernay. He went to her at once. She met him with a laughing light in her eyes such as he had not seen there when sue stood the gallery beside her betrothed Eulwer I.yttou’s Home. the 111 husband—a light which recalled the merry child who had smiled down on him so long ago. “Mr. Carradine,” she said, “ I told you that my fortune was gone, but I did not tell you how utterly it had been swept away. I am nothing lietter than a Iteggar. Will you take me as one of youn students, for charity’s sake?” He looked searchingly into her smil ing face. “And Mr. Wyndham?” he asked, in a low voice. She replied without so much as a Hush of emotion: “ Mr. Wyndham has gone with the rest of my worldly possessions. Did I not say that I had lost everything? You see, Mr. Carradine, that I am not of as much worth now as my picture.” The words as she said them did not seem bitter. He took her hands. “Leiiia,” he said, “does your loss make you unliappy?” “Do I look so?” she asked, gaily. “ As for the marriage, it was my father’s wish, and to gratify his dying request I consented—before I knew my own heart .” Here a quick vivid color shot into her cheek, but she went ney is mdK~tl5T Krrgy'WltTTBumv Ii&cmuo.— i UU IftN 1 to blame him.” Can-adine’s grasp tightened on her hands. “ Leiiia,” he said, “once your answer put a bar between us when I spoke words that were surprised out of my heart. Would it be so now if I should say them once more? My love, my life, will you come to me?” Will I come?” she repeated, look The house itself, picturesque enough even at a distance, is doubly so when seen close at hand, though the painted cupolas and gilded spires suggest a Rus sian church rather than an English manor house, and the incongruous wing lately run out from one end of it im presses one like the half transformed figures in Ovid, with the horns of stags or the claws of spiders projecting from a human Ixxly. But tlie sternest critic could find no fault in the ivy-wreathed arch of the gateway, the vast cathedral like windows, the clustering pinnacles and the quaint semi-ecclesiastical arehi- tecture, which gives it “A gra-Ml inn -Mlege in Oxford or Cambridge. ‘Nor could Sir Walter Scott himself have wished a finer stage for one of his “striking situations” than the great hall with its oak panels and its stained glass windows, filled with the “dim religious light” that Milton loved, and hung with banners of every shai»e and color, from the pennon bearing the name of that Sir Turold who fouglit at Hastings down to the Delhi Standard which was borne in state before his last descendant as Viceroy of India. In such a sanctuary of the past the intrusion of the present seems almost a sacrilege. You would hardly wonder to see the two figures in armor that flank the great fire-place spring up and extend their spears to bar your way. A bold man would belie who sliould watch here alone till midnight on the last night of the year, with the gloomy moon-light turning the shadows of the banners into threatening phantoms and bodying forth weird, unearthly shapes from the balus trades of the vast oaken gallery which overshadows a full third of the entire hall. In such circumstances he might, indeed, like an adventurous Irish friend of mine who kept watch in a haunted house, “expect every moment the ap pearance of an invisible spirit.” But amid all these ghostly; associations, the hearty, hospitable cheeriness oi “Merry England” breaks forth unmistakably in the inscription which eucircles the whole chamber like a garland, in White letters on a blue ground: “Read the rede of thin Ud roof-tree : Here be trust fast, opin’on free, Knightly right hand an<. Christian knee, Worth in all, wit in son:e Laughter open, slanderdumb. Hearth where rooted ftlendships grow, Safe as altar, even to fee; And the sparks that upvard go Whet, the hearth flamedies below, If thy sap In them maybe, Fear no Winter, old roif-tree!” Even more interesting, though less gloomily impressive, h the adjoining chamber, with its pr*jecting mantel- ■^gll. wit it W:, certainly have taken the form of a month’s residence in one of these rooms of state. How that truly great man would have reveled in such an unexpect ed supply of recesses, hangings, cabinets and presses of carved oak, for the con venience of the ghosts, demons, corpses and other festive personages in which he delighted. Herne, the Hunter, him self would have found ample scope here for that troublesome gift of i»opping up through the floor or coming fiying down the chimney with which he made him self such a nuisance in Windsor Castle in the days of Henry VIII. What material, too, would any adventurous nqyelist find in the I^atin inscription wlncn Huimuuiito vin- «*«> r »**w m ouwoi the ghostliest of the upper rooms: “In this chamber slept Queen Elizabeth, after the defeat of the Armada by English arms in 1588.” It is true that there is still reason to doubt whether good Queen Bess ever visited Knebworth at all; but this is a trifle to all true be lievers in the romantic, who may console themselves with the assurance that this is the chamber in which she would have slept if she had. In one of the ante-rooms a little fur- tlier on is another relic which might furnish Mr. Wilkie Collins with the plot of a new “Moonstone.” Just in front of the window stands a minature throne curiously carved, all o f solid silver. It is flanked on either side by a. flight of steps of the same metal, guarded by a group of silver figures in Eastern dress, and is surmounted by a canopy, on which sits a large bird, holding in its beak a splendid emerald. Such an or- nament might Warren Hastings have placed in the vestibule of Dalesford, or Clive in the hall of his stately house at Claremont; but its presence here is equally appropriate, for it is the gift of one of the Hindoo Princes to the man who lately ruled them in the name of the Empress of India. Such souvenirs are precious not merely from their in trinsic worth but from the associations entwined with them; and this throne might fitly be placed lieside the tattered banner in the hall below, (to liear which up the fatal hill-side of the Alma three brave men died in succession,) as a token that the race which holds Knebworth has proved its mettle on other fields be sides those of literature. As we turn to depart the western sun, now fast sinking and gathering clouds, casts one pale and momentary gleam upon the square, massive gray tower of the ancient church of Knebworth as it stands facing the hall. Such a back ground is the fit adjunct to such a pic ture. An old village church in England is a striking and suggestive object at all times, but doubly and trebiy so when of a grandenr of an ancient ^ H 1 #; ^ tmnsferred of a world wide reputation; onlYifcoW -Wj^ajilacmsoo this mute symbol of that power to which mnmi HQ] Llia at the Sprliigtield Armory. ing eyes. Here ~snnies rt rd brightest and basest of English sover eigns, in all the fullness of hn sleek, I “ jj ^ ie m jght of man is nothing, and of tiger-like beauty, a marked cuitrast tliat ^ rave j n which man himself lies as ‘ ' J! “"* * 1 low its the beasts that perish. Like the skeleton at the Egyptian banquet, like the black robe over the throne of Sala- din, stands this sombre memento amid the leafless woods opposing its stem The soldier’s life in these piping times of peace is not so full of excite ment as he might wish, but is. Rv jj© means as unpleasant as Aas been pictured. Many young orJn who enlist are fascinated by the hmforms, tales of the rebellion and a life of ease, as it seems to them; and when they find that they are expected to work nine hours a day the enthusiasm is dampened, and they want to get out. From the dis satisfaction of this class has doubless arisen the prejudice against peaceful army life. But there is another side to the question. The average » ...i. , c^r-u, Of.., m# iictdo and w utiicr have to work as a common laborer if discharged. It is said, however, that he would get more pay, and so it seems at a glance, but there it really very ittle difference between the remuner ation of the soldier and laborer. The former receives from the government his board, clothes and from $13 to $25 month. The average is not far from $18, or $210 a year. The day laborer working 300 days a year at $2 a day re ceives $600. As good board and lodg ing as the soldier has will cost at least $5 a week, or $260 a year. Deducting this and $100 for clothes from his full pay, he has left $240, or $24 dollars a year more than the soldier. But the men are not all uneducated. One or two in the service here have been through college and many are well-read. Some men enlist to receive the restraint which the soldier is necessarily held under. And this is one way in which army life does good, A man whose passion for liquor is irresistible, cannot devise a safer protection than that of the army. The lives of many men have unquestionably been prolonged by the restriction under which they have been placed. This restraint is, of course, irksome and disagreeable, but it is some men’s only salvation. Dissatisfied sol diers resort to all sorts of expedients to get away. One German said that he got “so drunk ash never vas” in the hope that he would be discharged, but the scheme was too transparent. De sertions have become so frequent that Gen. Sherman argues that it would be advisable to lessen the soldier’s work; but it is a strange fact that quite a large percentage of deserters afterward give themselves up. It is seldom that any two give the same reason for coming back. One could not overcome the fas cination which had increased while he served, another repented from consci entious motives, and still another found that his lot as a soldier wasn’t so very hard after all. But the prejudice against army life has become so strong that there are very few enlistments nowadays, and men will probably have from line service to soon to be vacated here is chosen after nvelwais VERDICT -or - THE PEOPLE BUY BEST! Mr. J. o. Poaq—Dear Sir: I bought the flrs;« Dtvla Machiaq »old fry joo. ovar Ove.^ajg aga 1 with It ft never give* an/ rouble, and la aa good aa wfatthftr* * 1 ‘ /.ItV Mount. Wlnnsbom, 8. C„ Aprt. 1883. Mr. Boao: You wish to know what I hava to sav in regard to the Davia Machine bought of /on .hree ears ago. I feel 1 can't aay too mnuh in Its favor, made ainut *8<»,oo "ithln live months, at tlmea running t so fast that the needle would get per fectly he t .rom friction. I feel confldenl I coaid not have done the same work with as maun ease and so well with any other machine. No time lost In adjosttng attachments. The lightest rnnnlog machine 1 nave ever treadled. Brother James and W IlUams’ families are as much pleased with their Duvls Machines bought or you. I want no better machine. As I said before, I don't think too mach can he said for the Davis Machine. Respectfully. Elian stbvenson, FalrlWrt County, AprT, 1888. Mr. Boao : Mv machine gives me perfect satia^ faction. I and no fault with It. The attachments ice so simple, i wish for no better than the Davis Vertical Feed. Respectfully. Mrs. R. Milling. Fairfield county, Aprt', 1883. Mr. Boau : I bought a Davis Vertical Peed 8e wing Machine from yon four years ago. I am delighted with it. It never has giveu me any trouble, and has never been the least out of order. It Is as good as when I firs, bought it. I can cheerfully recommand It. Respectfully, Mrs. M. J. Kirkland. Montlccllo, April 30,1883. indeed to the quiet, commandingftice of Henry V., (no longer bearing any trace of the wild Prince Hal of Shakespeare,) who looks down upon us with the same stern calmness werewith he watched the o armed thousands of France surging up j aimniidiy to the pomp and glitter of the _ . . around bis little handful of starving auc i en t mansion. Here must all the ing up in his eyes and drawing nearer, I men through the cold white mist ot pa ^ is 0 f ijf e however diverse, meet at until his arms silently folded about her. ^ K i nC0Ul -t. And at the far end of the To this goal tend alike the Nor- And so last. Carradine found his love at Crook’s Suocoss. have finished room stands a small glass case, brimful j man noble whose banner floated by Duke of historical relics that would have tVilliam’s side at Hastings and the hob- excited the envy of Horace Walpole him- na iied clown who hardly known his own self, foremost among which appear the g rtUU ifather. antique inkstand that figured in the But when the dread shadowlias fallen debates of the long Parliament, ere | which ma k e s all men equal, the deeds but there is very seldom any difficulty in a discharged soldier’s obtaining a place. Some of them make the most of their time when in the service and come out fitted for positions, which they were wholly unable to fill when they enlisted. Many become police men ; and almost invariably make good ones. I’lilly one-halt of the Washing ton police force is composed of dis- chargetl soldiers, and one of Spring- field’s best officers lived 10 years within the iron fence. A Serpent in • Shaft. This is to certify that I have been using a Davt* Vertical Feeil Sewing Machine for over tw > years, purchased of Mr. J. O. Hoag. I haven’t found U p assessed of any fault—all the attachment* are so simple. It never refuses to work, aud Is certainly the lightest running in the mdgket. I consider it a first-class machine. Very respectfully, Minnib M. Willingham. Oaklan d, Fairfield county, 8. C. Mr Hoag: i am wen pieaseu in every particula with the Davis Machine nought of you. I think it a first-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 with them. Respectfully, Mrs. M. H. Mobi.kv. Fairfield county, April, 1883. Thlslstocemty we have hal in co utaut use the Davis Machine bought ot yon about three years -nniiin*"■*" ti “ ri> ln F nrlr - haTe made ttie it. me race, | ^ u vnnishGd in I Gen Crook seems to uavc mumicu i aeuates oi me tung 1 which makes all men equal, me ueeus as it grew on his canvas, presented a hut as he . briht very thoroughly the work ot crushing Cromwell came, to purge the floor, that 8 iii ne brightest through its gloom ® ... .« ■» Kissols I rtfirtaintv. A. smil6 tOUCuGU. nei x, _ A rt in/slr rsf v»air plmnAdfrom Nfllsoil’sl a ~i rwMktu huva young girl in the dewy morning blush of first youth, with shadows in the great dark eyes and a half-smile about the bright curled lips, like an embodied summer sun-shower. It .was thus that the artist pictured his idea of the child- woman, whose infantile look and smile for ejght long years bad been his own dream of love. Carradine bad not had an easy life. An orphan from his earliest years, poor aud unfriended, he had studied hard for the means to gratify that inherent idola try for art which was always clamoring to find expression in form and coloring. He had fought and he had won; but now, at 26, he stood in the place which he had gained for himself almost as much alone at the very heart as he had been eight years before, when the cnild’s gift came to him as a prophecy. It was not that he was friendless. There were men who liked and sought him, women who would gladly have taught him to forget his loneliness in their affection. But though his nature responded rapidly to any kindness, there was one chonl, deeper than all, that re mained untouched, and from the sweet est glances his thoughts went back to the unknown child that had smiled down to him so long ago. The ideal head became his great source of enjoyment, and a dreamy softness shaded his dark-grey eyes, as line by line and tint by tint took him back into the past, which all lifeless as it was, seemed to him, in those moments, more real than the busy present. Yet now, in certainty. A smile touched her bright | Ups. T , . “ It was you, then, on whom I forced my roses? A princess who gave away honors unmasked. How often I have wondered since ” She stopped, turned to the canvass, and added, abruptly,” “ But I was a child then, and here ” “ Here you are a woman,” said Carra dine, completing the unspoken sentence. “ it la an hard to understand. The tlie Apaches, which he began some years I and a lock of hair clipped from Nelson s are not a i wa y 8 those which poets have ago. By his former campaign they j corpse on the night of that famous bat-1 sun g an( j na ti 0 ns vaunted. Were all were all subdued except a parcel of | tle-Sabbath in Trafalgar Bay 78 years | tlie eX pi 0 it 8 0 f Walter Scott's mighty genius forgotten today, ins were _ Chiricahuas, and the work would doubt less have been completed had not Gen. Howard arrived on the ground, -topped the fighting, and made a treaty with the savages which proved very unfortu nate. By its terms the Indians merely undertook to keep the peace, and in re turn government gave them the use of ago. . | genius forgotten toNlay, ms memory The Library contains one curiosity, a wou id still be lield sacred in every Anglo- clock made at the Industrial School of g axon heart on either side of the Atlan- Jeypur, the capital of one of the native ^j c as ^e simple, kindly, true-heartet States of Western India% It is a queer j uian w | 10 so warmly held out the right affair altogether, to all appearance en- hand of friendship to young Washington tirely without works, and looking very frying w hen the latter was still but a much like a lamp chimuey surmounted private in the great literary army which ,— Passing the foot of the he wa9 one day to command. More which is sentineled by precious by far than all tlie noisy praises i* I i-2..si/irl VrslfImior WJiV painting of Lord Beacons-1 ' w hj c h rewarded Voltaire’s long ■st field—we enter tlie portrait gallery, now a g a j u8 f (fed and man were tlie unheard of Hooded witli a series of glory by tlie sun- blessings of the poor Swiss peasants ' the i _ _ ^ _ j which rewarded Voltaire’s long war dians broke their promise at the first' opportunity, almost as a matter of i flooded witu a series or gtuiy uy mu au..-1 blessings course, and have since kept up a cou-J light which is streaming through the w j lom j ie ^yed from the tax that was stant succession of bloody raids. They crimson curtains, and giving added color cru8 hjng them. Tlie alms houses built ripen. She did not look at him now, but at tlie picture, as she asked him in a low voice, “ And whom am I to thank for ~ __ _ such an honor?” „ I eould go'iutoMe’xico^ kill and burn anil I and beauty’to the grand procession of I in ' Kiielnvorth village by the late Lord My name is Hubert Lairadme, ne ^ unlil pursued. tlien # return across historical faces along either wall. Here, L , tt0 n’ 8 mother are a higher tribute to answered, and saw at once mat u was line and sca tter so as to make their belying her masculine dress by tlie vol-1 ,, ai . momnrv than even the graceful uo unfamiliar word to her. Ana | and identification practically | uptuous softness of the features that At this time of the year dangerous rep tiles are mist frequently seen in New Mexico, and are most aggressive. Recent- ly two prospestors came into Socorro who relate a strange experience they had with a rattlesnake the week before. The^par ticulars arc downright “snakev, ’ and but for the reputation these men bear for vet- acity, we would not publish them, in prospecting about fifteen miles east of La Joy a they found copper float, and separa ted to trace It to the lead. One of mem, EcL Bennett, on reaching a small hill, dts covered an old shaft. He fired a shot to notify his partner and began eiplora- tions. The shaft looked to be about forty unu wisit no better machine, CATHBRINK WVLIB AND SlSTKK. April *, I®'®* ‘.i I have no fault to flaJ with my m ich ne, and don’t want any lietter. I have m vie the P^ce of it several times by taking In sew ng. It is always S to do iw work. Uhink it a fl»t-claas ma chine. I feel I can't say w»o much for the Davis Vertical Feed Machine. ^ 9inm Fairfield county, April, 1883. Mr. J. O. Boao—Dear Sir: It gives me m icli pleasure to testify to the merits o the DsvU Ver tical Feed Sewing Machine. The machine I got of you about five years ago. has been stant use ever since that time. I cannot that it Is worn any, and has uot oost me repairs since we have had It Am weu piease" ami don’t wish for any better. Youra tni'j, KOBT. CR4WP0BD, Granite quarry, near Wlnnsboro 8. C« WeHave used the Davis Verdcal Feed-Sew log Machine for the last five years. We would not have any other make at any pnee. The machine hoa giveu us unbounded Batliiactlou. Very respectfullyy Mrs. wr. K.Tohnbr and Dacoktkk8! Fairfield county, 8. C M Jan. 8If 1»83. Havlnr bought a Davis Vertical Fee Machine iroiu Mr. J. O. Boag some tu Sewing years' feet deep, and about feet distant there waa I fM^r an incline connecting with it. He pre I An( , sewing, and never needed leasi Tt- p „ed.oammiwm* ■r'’ depredations in enthralled Charles IL, appears “wild yours? Through all these years your | . m .. ble oi . commit ^ face has haunted me always, but youi Ar ^ ona ai ’ ul ^ ew Mexico and flee to j L Ucy Walters,” mother of that ill-fated name I never knew.” g. Madre mountains in Mexico, Duke of Monmouth whose rash clutch She hesitated a moment, then turned j their reservation. Finally I a t a crown to which he had no claim. her memory than even the graceful monument and touching epitaph raised to him. “You never knew my name? I hen think of me still as you haVe thought of me through all these years,” she said, a half smile lingering about her mouth, but never lighting tlie great dark that was shaded by some subtle sadness. The look, the tone, trans ported Carradine beyond all remem brance of place or circumstance into the unreal realm of imagination in which his wish was supreme ruler. “I have thought of you always as adjoining . .. . ^ the band was ordered to go to the ban Carlos reservation, which lies in Ari zona further north, but only a few obeyed. Tlie others merely pretended to move into Mexico, and have since doged back and forth and carried on their murdering and pillage with more ferocity than eve. The war so fortunately ended l»egan with the murder, of Judge Me Comas to it by her famous son beneath the shade of ids ancestral woods. By these tilings men live when the hollow ap- brought down upon horrors worse than those of Cawnpore Here looks out from beneath his massive forehead, tlie large, thoughtful, earnest eye of Sir Thomas Moore, the noblest man of his day in England, and, there fore as a matter of course, sent out of > he had no claim, plause8 0 f drawing rooms and the lying Western England |, ulogie8 0 f cr iti c8 have returned to con genial nothingness. Order on Um Farm. England and the world by the heads man’s axe as speedily as possible. Here witn me muiuci w .stands Anne of Austria, Louis Kill’s and wife and the capture of their eight- unfaithful Queen, imprisoned in a tight- ^ and regular hour lor rising in the vears-old sou at Thompson’s Canon, waisted scarlet dress, and showinghttle mornin4 . Each hand or man should know - - — a pursuit at the tiihe was j of the beauty which captivated the vola^ j ^ e?en ( ng previous Just what he is to do Many (aimers fail in making tne farms I profitable for want ot order. Whether on a small farm where the work is all done by the owner, or on a large (arm where several hands are employed, there must-be at the bottom the looec wash gave wav, ami he was precipitated downward. He shouted out to his partner, and was pre paring to look around, when to uis horror he discovered that his descent had stirred up a rattlesnake. The blood-curdling warning waa rattling hoiribly m the silent hole and caused cold eweat to ooze from the proepector’a forehead. The gliatening eves of tue reptile ahone upon him in the riir J aiid Think It second to none. It Is one ot the simplest machines made; mj chlldien u** it wttU au ease. The attachmsn 3 are more eaaljr ■{}- tuRted and i: dos* a greater range of work by means of its Vertical Feed than any other ma chine I have ever seen or used. Mas. Thomas Owinos. Wlnnsii >r >, Fairfield county, 8. C. We have had one of the Davis }{*®|**?®* SK but be »M too ummed to the ol«* esent. X et now, in i 1 . 6 ,, v • i Y Vi# Maroh 27 A nursuit at tne time was oi me ueaut-y '"'“ the evening previous jubv wuw, reviewing that one bright vision of \us my life and my love, he said, half con- unaucceai J fui aad D en . Crook went to tile Duke of Buckingham, but immh of jn ^ mornmg) and if possible for the en- mxicli Hig lovely J * . v*n** sivia r 1LK the 8 mXu states of Sonora and Chi- the _ haughtiness wMch she bequ^thed lire ^ lf chores are his first employ- memory, it was not child that he saw in fancy as the beau tiful girl whose face, with fuller depth ami sweetness, looked out at him from his own canvas. Instinctively, he hardly knew why, he disliked to work on this picture in glowing upon her face. She blushed suddenly, and then paled in an instant. Just then her former companion entered the room. „ , “I am Leiha Auvernay,” she said, hastily, “ and this is Cecil Wyndham- the Mexican . huahua, consulted with the miutaiy aud civil authorities there, and then organized a force to follow the sat ages into the mountains, the Mexican troops co-operating. The terms of oui treaty with Mexico do not permit a crossing ‘in actual to her son Louis XIV. Here, in the commanding attitude which dismayed the fiercest Revolutionists of France, towers the colossal ugliness of Mirabeau, half redeemed by the stern, daring, dauntless spirit that looks through it. ment, then he can go at them without waiting for orders. If he is to use a team, then he can have it fed, curried and bar- nessed ready. The wagon or Implement be Is to use can be oiled and in place ready to hitch to. The proprietor must make And here, last and greatest of all, stands 8 h 0 rt to common callers, and yet be brave Robert Blake, on the stern and courteous. He can also by a Judicious eucour- Mld . A8U.eMto“ueb, ttooi* MeeJt ^ IgSJt&TS yoSnl »b ap,« cauadine Ml I „7 wi« boblb face I ^ .PP® , e--—i .Ua-1 Rank n sten and looked at the two. His | 1 nonspniipiitlv some worrying the same look of calm and fearless self- L-g uny 8U penor or ambitious help to ox ruTLuls in both countries, reliance with which he confronted the ^ ^ the ir labors. Be always athometo t liar. With governments Dikes of Goring and the cannon of Van dire ct. aid and counsel in all departments. when by some chance a friend dis covered him bending over it, too ab sorbed to hear any approach. As the door opened Carradine rose hastily, turning his easel to the •wall, so as to Hie face upon it. This little com back a step and looked at the was a fair, handsome face, so little marked as yet by time, that it would be hard for an unpracticed eye to conjec ture with what lines the shaping char acter would yet stamp it. Neverthe- to i stratagem, however, was destined to be less, with one keen e8tl of noavail. Having been marked by mated both P r ^ ut ‘ l " (i ^ t k u en e ‘ ^ to the intruder, one of those cordial, well- She said l ‘ fev '’ , ^ nresentiv moved meaning people, good-natured to a de- her compamoniWhoi re > ta %“ 'HS'I'i 1 your eyes aiJears. Only one peep!” Us a fancy sketch?” continued Mr. With that he laid his hand on the Wyndham. , ,. . fmne andreceiviM no forbidding word “ Partly so. but suggested by the face SMKgK It -b-urf. The log,’’muttered tbe young gentlemen. # tb. | 1 must have it at any rate. Of cour* there was by overanxious but it is no secret that both governments knew all about the operation and were glad to do the necessary winking. Al though at last reports Juh, the most mischEvous of all the murdering horde, was still at large with some of his band, the capture then made was so large as to be conclusive, aud doubtless the pikes of Goring and tne cannon oi v au | tlirect Tromp or sailed foremost into the hell- D 18 courage all csrelesa and looee practices, tire of the Tunis corsairs at Goletta. strive to cultivate a good feeling between Beyond the portrait gallery lies the laborer and employer. Have stated timea study where the late laird Lytton used and n gi d i y enforce them, for milking, for to write, which is as simple as the im- commencing the regular work and for re mediate surroundings of famous men j t|J i n g from the flenl Make the farm pro uuuunwxu . should always be. A small room, a plam duoe 8U perior crops and raise the nest ,, „,:ii vft *. come in or be brought central table, a bust of the Khedive, and j stock of all kinds. f mt wS ru te doue will, them I Tckst of MuW Angelo'. Mo»e, ou the I . rcmaiM to be see;, but of course toy | mautopi^uottaug more.^ to | _ The Mexico etto will hereafter be kept under mon^y^the" government could better J ment in themselves. I (jo^oOCHLn 1808. ’The largest proportion ^iTLrto ,Lru-* | vt «^p£gwy jrdt - Tw ? Had anv one wished language is Castilian, the natives sim make measure* twi corner, . t . about eight feet square—he had time seize a rock and prepare himaeU. The serpent followed, and springing at him struck its fangs into the top of his large prospecting boots, and coiled about his legn. At this time he could see his sur roundings, and with a desperation equal to the occasion, and before the reptile had time to withdraw its fangs, he grasped its scaly neck and closed his hand with a vise- hks grasp. Then ensued a contest between man and reptile, desperation and fury. The huge serpent alternately tightened its enemy’s leg till the blood ceased to circu late, and shook itself in the vain endeavor to wriggle from the iron grasp. Its homo rattling denoted its furious struggles. The prospector heard ths hisses, c mid see the bright greenish eyes flashing fire and feel the wiggling of the scales as he held the snake, but whether standing or thrown to the ground or lashed by the tail of his ag gressor, he held his grip. He would occa sionally yell in the hope of reaching the ears of his partner. For at least a quarter of an hour the struggle continued, the p.oapector the while growing ‘Wf** 6 *’ keeping the fangs from his body, but few ing that his enemy waa slowly choking to death. Its lashing became slow, it writhea less, and finally, after one last struggle, Tlnfprospoctor continued his yehs un’.ii his partner came, being too weak to rise. After some trouble he was raised to the surface, still grasping the serpert with his widely dutended mouth and protruding It waa a long time before he could well as wnen new. ^ w , Cka4fobd Jackson’s Creek, Fairfield conntj, 8. C. Mv wife la highly pleased with tho Davia Ma- hlae bought of you. She wouid ^t take double oot at will again. I Hadamrone^rt j topin# IIk J”* _Th« MMd property of Alabama | to confot_a pricelem. tawfr •pSjS iSSSJ^ I “ a W is $150,000,000. I late Mr. Harrison Ainsworth, it should ancestors. chine bought of you. — wnst she save for it. The machine — been out of order since she had It, and she can do uny kind of work on it. «" R “'“‘n.ar.rW Montlcello, Fairfield county, 8. C. The Davis Sewing U, Rlfigeway, N. C., Jan. 10, 1883. bought: She says It will do a gr^rrMise °f nracticikl work »nd do it e&eler ftnd better thAU any machine ahe has ever nsed. We cheerfully recommend it as a No. 1 family machine, jj. Jab. Q. Davis. Wlnnsboro, 8. C., Jan. 3,1888. Mr. Boao : 1 have aiwars found my Davto chine ready do all kinds of to work I have had oc casion to do. I cannot see that the maohinei* worn a particle and it work* jSsweiU* when new. Mbs. R. cTgoodikg. Wlnnsboro, 8. C., April, 1863, Mr. boao : My wife has been constantly using the Davis Machine bou«htof jouaboatnv^yw. iStwoTughUltl* never out of fix «r needing 1 Fairfield, a C., March, U68,