The Fairfield news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1881-1900, July 21, 1883, Image 1
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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.
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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,