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r VwT.- ■ r:: s .*: it!,-jZ T~ ■ -f* i-'-vir:•" - ***, ^ ■*, < ■ y ■, W& m 9> 5n & H.3 \ TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO. S. C.. JULY 24. 1883. ESTABLISHED 1848 T THE VOICE OF THE HEART. Efcufened with Voices from that hoarse- tongued sea Howling around doubt’s dungeon walls, \ 'I rise And gaze at midnight on the liquid skies. The calm, clear stars with patient minis try Performing each heaven’s task un weariedly. Then, since life’s mystery, death’s dread surmise, In silence with the world’s weight on me lies, Voice of my heart, listening I lean to thee! Voice of my heart, thit art God’s voice in me! Spirit unknown, that will not let hope die, E’en though the death-pangs on my soul are nigh! Speak through the stillness! Strength and comfort bring Once more with faith’s unconquerable cry! Lift me aloft on love’s unfaltering wing! WINNING A WIFE “Go down and pick a few quarts of blackberries, Hulda, child, and don’t sit doubled up over that book any lon ger*” said Mrs. Holt, as she dumped down a basket of linen she had just brought in from the bleaching patch- fresh, fair, fragrant linen, with the odor of new-mown hay permeating through every fold of it. Hulda lifted up her golden brown head and gazed at her aunt with great, soft, appealing eyes. “Oh! aunty, it’s the Two Orphans,’ and I do want to know whether they ever find each other again. You know Louise is blind, and—” “There, that’ll do. I bet they found each other all right in the end. You know if they did it right off there wouldn’t be any story. Take your basket and get enough berries for sup per. You know Joe Travers and Aleck Hunt are helping your uncle with the hay, and hungry enough they will be. Go along.” So the “Two Orphans” had to be * laid aside, and Hulda, somewhat reluc tantly, took her way to the blackber ries. They gre.« at the foot ot the meadow by a running stream, and they were tempting, luscious and plen tiful. Hulda’s thought were with blind Louise, while her fingers were busy with the berries, and she scarcely let her eyes wander from the basket. She was fair to look upon, this or phan niece of the old New England farmer. Tall and slender, with gold- tinted, bronze hair, brown eyes, and sun kissed, soft, smooth cheeks, with a peachen down on them. Her eye lashes were particularly long and curving, and she had a way of looking out from under them that had a great effect upon the young men she met at “.meetin” and dinging school. Not that she triec. to fuacinutu thi>m, but oho ooulri not help doing it, any more than a rose can help smelling sweet. Hulda was not quite seventeen. Her father had been a teacher of music, her mother a sister of Silas Hope. They both died young and poor, so Hulda came to the Hope homestead when she was a shy girl o:“ eleven, slender but not ungraceful looking, with her wistful eyes, like a young lawn. Her uncle welcomed her with open arms, and his wife, though childless herself, was a woman who had a heart big enough to have a place for all the friendless little ones that came in her way. Hulda was happy—thoroughly happy and content. The fresh air, new milk and early hours soon built up her slight form. Though she remained slim, she filled out with the roundness of beauty. Her warm cheeks glowed with a sunset Hush, and her lips were like coral. Hulda’s dress was a simple dark-blue-print, and her head was cov ered by that well-nigh obsolete form of ugliness, a sun-bonnet. Still the waves of golden hair showed on the smoot young brow r , and the blackberry gt erer formed a pretty picture, Not unobserved, either, the brook under the shad drooping willows, a tall shooting dress lay watc, “What a study said he to himself, rU The man ka^ 61 ^ 8tiU an(1 in a11 orobabilitvdJ*^ w “ uld never havebeen his presence if another navtv ly^ no “ H I ) P eare( l on Uie 8ceae - X^e^wcomer was a stout man about fo*V years of age, with a long, black iteard, large soft hat and brown velvet coat, some ^Evangeline.” iTiat a Margue- prisec. to .find how well unformed she was. She had a passion for reading, and fortunately had been able to gratify it, for the librsi-y of the old clergyman who lived near the Hope homestead had been placed at her disposal. When they reached the house supper was already on the table. Mrs. Hope expressed no surprise when the number of guests at her table was increased by be arrival of the strangers. She made them welcome and showed them their daces. Fresh, home-made bread, cold >oiled ham, com cakes and Hulda’s blackberries, washed down with creamy milk, engrossed their'attention for a reasonable time, then the men sought ihe doorstep with their pipes, and Hulda, her aunt and the hired girl went out to milk. Silas Hope was a shrewd, middle- aged Yankee farmer, God-fearing and sober, smart and far seeing, and Mor ey and Carleton soon became interes- ,ed in his cobversation. He asked them no questions that bordered on the in quisitive, but still learned that they were strangers in the neighborhood— Carlton, an English lawyer, come over to look for a lost heir; Morley, also a lawyer from New York. “I’ve almost giving up hope of find ing the man I am in search of,” said the Englishman. “I lost all trace of tiim since the war. He was a music teacher in Boston, and joined the army, was taken prisoner by the rebels and escaped from the Southern prison— Libby Prison.” “An English—music teacher—served m the army. May I ask his name sir?” “Certainly. His name was an un common one—Stanly Earlwood. He was the younger son, of a younger son, and when he left England had no ex pectation of ever coming into the title or estate.” Silas Hope took his pipe from his mouth and nibbed his chin thought fully. Supposin’ the man’s dead sir. Sup posin’ he nuuried out hcie nd left children. What then?” If those cnildren can prove their de scent they will inherit the title and es tate.” “If they are boys, maybe; but what would they git if they are girls? “If they are girls they will inherit large fortunes, but the title will pass into another branch of the family. I wish I could find any trace of Stanley Earlwood. I shall return to England next month, but I have done nothing. “You can find a trace of Stanly Earl wood, sir,” “Where?” cried Carlton, startled out of his careless attitude by the marked significance of his tone. “Yonder,” replied Silas, pointing aorouu the meadows, where, lu the early autumn moonlight the white tombstones of the churchyard glis tened. “What here?” “Yes here. Stanly Earlwood mar ried my only sister, Maggie, after the war. He met her in Boston, and they went to Portland. He was sickly and couldn’t get along, and they came home here for six months; then they went to Baltimore for a spell, but got wors*and worse. Now and then they would come and stop with the old woman and me, but poor Earlwood was nii/’ity inde pendent and didn’t like to K a ■bunjag’ Well, he died five yeay ago, j 8 buried in my plot, and^ s all his there—you caii see his own papers i° in my sijgj^ghter, Hulda, is desk, and his ou^^uope, milkin’ our out there briudle cow^ of the search was ac- S° the^ ^ an unexpected manner, compjjft day the grave was visited, the Th< examined—fortunately Earl- had been a methodical man, and desk all the necessary documents to prove his daughter’s rights were found. Hulda was surprised to learn that she was a member of an old aristocratic family. Her aunt said she always knew her brother-in-law belonged to good kinsfolk. Silas took the matter very calmly and only seemed sorry at the prospect of losing his niece, whom he loved like a daughter. “I’spose you will go to England and ^ her—a face that looked unnaturally pale in the moonlight. “Frank Morleyl” cried Silas Hope in tones of warm welcome. “Yes. I’ve come now to ask the question you would not allow me to ask you a year ago. Hulda—you know what it is. Do you, not?” He took ler hand, which trembled and turned cold in his. “Do you, can you love me?” “Yes,” she whispered. “I’ve loved you ever since the first time I saw you.” The marriage took place at an early day. • And sorry as Silas was to part with his niece, he knew he had found a husband worthy of her. So ends the history of how a wife was won by waiting until the blackberries were ripe. Blue Eyes tor Beauty. An Ocean Bhost, A Plunge to Death. led together on er from Liver- short time ago. fore, but they ther in the first fimling they had Two Englishmen board a Cunard si pool for New York They had never met hapjiened to come toj evening on board, an' a good deal in commlm, soon became more than mere acqd uiitances. They were both university men; one had been at Oxford and U i other at Cam bridge. They were bfth fond of sport, and each was crossmrifor his first time; that was quite enouA to recommend them to one anotherJand before they had been two days at sea they had be come fast friends. It ,vas a rough pas sage, and they were tkdom able to get “To be in the fashion to-day, you must have dark hair, blue eyes, not a particle of color and lips as red as the cherry.” Thus speaks a prominent writer on the fashions. The artificial production of the black eye is a matter of every day occurrence. The best of friends occasionally do a little of this kind of tinting for one another, but from black or dark brown, or gray, or hazel, or green to blue, is a horse, that is to say an eye, of another color, and at this stage of the new era in beauty it does almost seem impossible that the ingenuity of man would be able to ac complish the result. Such was the opinion of Dr. Williams, an oculist. “There is no art by which the color of the iris can be changed,” said Dr. Williams. “The iris consists of a cur tain which is on the inside of the eye and the back part of which is supplied with a pigment which varies in color, as we see daily, and is in characteris tic harmony with the hair and com plexion of the owner. The only change which can be effected in the appearance of the eye is accomplished by the use of belladonna. Ladies who have light eyes, which they wish to darken, drop into them a solution of belladonna, which has the effect of largely dilating the pupil. The light color of the iris is thus displaced by the deep black of the pupil and the appearance of the eye is greatly changed. Many ladies practice tnis habit, which is not harmful, al though It causes considerable discom fort. After a lady has given her eyes a dose of belladonna, its immediate ac tion is to dilate the pupils and they re main so, no matter now intense the light may be. Thus you see the ball room beauty who has increased her charms in this way suffers consider ably, her eyes admitting such a quan tity of brimant light as frequently to render her almost blind -or the time “How long does this unnatural dila tion last?” “Generally about a week. Where a very weak solution has been employ it will pass away in a couple of Very few ladies, however, whp^* 011 - belladonna, use the weakjps-^fy unat- “But blue eyes are taiuable?” no process by “Yes, sir. TPdolor, of the iris can which the m»>ffie pigment cannot be be chaiqp’imy way that is now Known reaclMCSe!” buld not the ladies wear blue eyes iver their brown ones?” “Yes, they could—in a story, not otherwise. A healthy eye would not allow of the wearing of a false one over it. There would not be room for it. The artificial eye can only be placed over one which has been shrunken by disease. No; there is no way by which the color of the eye can be changed, none whatever.” vuu Wuu* vof the saloon, tic steamer, airy place, and got so bad down young fellows [as better than pocketed .heir emorandum of on deck; so tney »i>« playing ecarte in a oo: The saloon of an however, is never a v one day the atinosphe; there that these tv agreed that anything sitting there; so tu i; cards, made a inenta the score and whose deal it was, and then adjourned to oi j of tiieir cabins and sitting, one on t Slower bunk and the other on the cor h, they went on with their game. it/Was between the deals, and me one v to was sitting on the bunk (whom w will call Mr. A.) was shuffhng the cat s, when both be came aware that a mid person was standing at the cab door looking at them. “Good God, Jack! exclaimed Mr. B., jumping up Iron the coucu, “how on earth dm you get lere!” The figure at me i or said nothing, but quietly turned i imd and walked away again. The b ,t was rolling bad ly, and wnen ii. i 1 done luinoling over tne porunautea and nad made his way to the door som tew seconds had elapsed. A. was u uraliy somewnat astonished at the m erious interrup tion and the wav hi nend had treated it, so he drew the ca s on the bed, and, hanging on to the d< r, scrammed out alter huh. \Y hen i got into the pas sage he saw B. stan ig some ten yards on, looking up and wu in a bewild ered kind of a waj and nobody else m sight. A Stewart ame along from the saloon just then, id on being quest ioned he said he h met nobody out the cat that way, ar atue “hre hatch” was battened down ud the two men nad been playing in m last cabin but one, it was not nke Miat the strange visitor had gone tin ther way. “YVuo was it?fwk*d a., as the other came back ufnn alter question ing tne steward. A lw ' Vo not seen mm on board before.’ ther. r> ana !» “He w as my on board,” w ‘A left nun in, ne can’t nav •jN oiiseu^*^ C11 * , believe it was yo cp *^jLie was as utterly unlike you as leinan can be nke another—ne was ‘•1 he is not Cllt *e answer. A know r There arrived at Denver on the Bur lington train recently a well-kn^wn citi zen of Greeley who will probably die from the effects of injuries sustained in one of the most harrowing accidents that lias a place in the history of round up sensations in the West. The victim is Mr. Hughitt. The Little Frenchman range, in Southwestern Nebraska, is perhaps one of the most celebrated cattle sections of the country. In that neigh borhood Hughitt was one of the most noted among the cowboys. A college graduate, he combined intelligence with that rare courage which the better class of cowboys always display on the range. He was more than valiant. On the day in question wkj several stociuaen were well gathered on the brink of a large mesa which over looked the Little Frenchman river. The bluff was at least one Hundred feet above the stream. While the cattle were being cut out a steer broke away and made a dash along the edge of the yawning chasm. Beneath was the swiftly pass ing water and sharp jutting rocks. There were one hundred and fifty cow boys in the circle, the number being equally divided among three outfits. A representative of each put spurs to his horse and made the chase. Hughitt was the foremost. Following him close ly were William Thompson and John Green. All three circled lassoes above their heads and dng the spur points into their horses’ sides until the blood spu rt- ed. It was a rivalry of horsemans hip and herding valor. Along the edge of the awful precipice the maddened steer plunged, the three ambitious horsemen closely pursuing and awaiting an advan tage. When about two hundred yards away from the herd, and as the sur rounding cowboys were about to utter another yell of encouragement, a cry of destruction and death went heavenward. The. steer and horsemen disappeared simultaneously. The party rushed to the point of look out on the chasm only to see beneath the mingled bodies of dead and dying. While the members stood paralyzed on the brink, yet irresolute as to what they should do, Hughitt was observed springing to his feet. His horse re sponded to the release and the rider, after some difficulty, mounted. The twain, by a circuitous route, then slowly climbed back to the mesa. Dismayed by the terrible catastrophe, the cowboys were still standing benumbed with dread when the maimed man appeared among them. Meanwhile a descent was made into the canon by a rescuing party. The steer, the cause of the disaster, escaped inj ury. Green was found almost buried and dead. He was bruised considerably and all his limbs were found broken. herdanf nroner these w! uibert- Buahinen an Tracker*. At the beginning of October I was back home at the permanent camp, and found that a large number of people had collected around, among them a hunter from the Okavango River, and a small tribe of bushmen with them. Some of them had been with him nearly eleven years; and it was most interesting to see the true bushman iu his native ele- The men were slight, but beau taxi auU yoq are short, ne was fair and you are aara, ne was stout aud you are sum, and your faces are completely dif- lereut.” i es, I know. I call him my brother, but ne is reauy my naif broiner. His name was U., and we are totally unlike eacn other. But that man was my half broiner. Jack (J., as sure as 1 am stand ing nere, or—ins ghost.” vV eff, there was no more ecarte that afternoon; none of the officers or pas sengers bad seen anybody answering to tue description of the supposed C., and he never appeared until they reached New York. When they landed, B. found a cable message telling mm mat his half-brother wasdapd. Now, so far, this incident was not different from a score of others which have been reported and published at various times; aud, beyond the fact that the apparition was seen clearly by two persons, it supplies no further evi dence of the existence or appearance of ghosts or “doubles” than has been ad duced over and over again. But tiiere wasas equel to this which lends a ghastly circumstantiality to the whole affair, and makes it very hard to laugh the matter off as a mere optical illusion. A. lost sight of B. entirely a few days While the ft wa,s twenty-eight miles to Ci Till! eSt'Mfeg nAugnnju nmw heard a word of suffering from his lips. Finally he began to bleed at the lungs and a halt was made to determine the extent aud nature of his injuries. He was dismounted and examined. Imagine the surprise of the escort when they found that he was maimed almost to death. His collar-bone was broken, bis right arm was fractured iu two places and from bis right side there protruded two broken ribs. Add to all this the fact that he was also internally injured, as evidenced by the blood vomit, and the condition of the sufferer can be realized. “That is the grittiest mau I ever met,” said the cowboy, in rounding off lis account of the occurrence. The Brooklyn Bridge. After the towers had been built and the anchorage made ready, then came the strangest work of all. To make the cables and then put them over the towers would be a difficult matter. Very likely it could not be done at all. So the cables were made, just where they hang, one small wire at a time. The cables are not chains with links, nor are they twisted like ropes. They are bundles of straight wires wound tightly around the outside. They called the work “weaving the cable.” At the Brooklyn anchorage was placed a powerful steam-engine, and on the top of the anchorage were placed two large wheels, and with the aid of binary th* ongme oauaed s to turn forward or back ward. From each wheel was stretched a steel rope to the top of the Brooklyn tower, over the river, over the other tower, and down to the New York anchorage. Here it passed over an other wheel, and then stretched all the way back again. The ends were fast ened together, making an endless rope, and when the engine moved, the ropes traveled to and fro over the river. For this reason they were called the “trav elers.” There were, besides these travelers, two more ropes placed side by side. On these were laid short pieces of oak, thus making a foot-bridge on which the workmen could cross the river. There were also other ropes for sup porting platforms, on which the men stood as the weaving went on. On each traveler was hung an iron wheel, and as the traveler moved, the wheel went with it. It took only ten minutes to send two wires over the river in this way. The men on the foot-bridge and on the platforms suspended from the other ropes guided the two wires into place, and thus the cables were woven, little by little, two slender steel wires each time, and carefully laid in the place till 6434 wires were bound together in a huge cable, fifteen and three quarter inches in diameter. The work was fairly started by the 11th of June, 1877, and the last wire was laid October 5, 1878. There are four cables, each 3378j feet long, and if all the wires were placed in line, they would reach over fourteen thousand miles. * The work was long and dangerous. Sometimes the wire would break and fall into the water, and an hour or more would be spent in hauling it up and starting once more. The men on the footbridge or on the cradles high in the air watched every wire as it was laid in place. To start and stop the engine, men stood on the top of the towers and waved signal THE VERDICT -or- THE PEOPLE BUY THE BEST I Mr. J. O. Boio-Dear Sir: I bought the Orst Davie Machine gold by you over flye yeara ago tor my wife, who tun given it a long Cad fair trial. I am well pleased with it It never alvce any rouble, and 1b as goon aa when flrat bou~“ vrinnaboro, JL C., April 188& W ' ' -» Mr. Boaq: T oo wish to know what I have to aav in regard u> the Davia Machine bought of you three years ago. I feel 1 can’t say too much in its favor. I made about $80,oo within five mouths, at times running it »o fast that the needle wonid get per- fectlv hot from fricUon. I feel confident I coaid not have done the game work with as much ease and bo well with any other machine. No time lost In adjusting attachments. The lightest running • have ever treadled. Brother James and *v imams families are as mnch pleased with their Drvis Machines bought ot you. X want no better machine. As I said before, X don’t think too much can be said for the Davis Macnine. Renect folly, EUJSN fcTSVENSON, Fttlrfl“ld County, April, 1883. El . Boao : My machine gives me perfect satlsj factiou. 1 and no fault with It. The attachmonts VerUcal't&i * wish for no better tnan the Davia Respectfully, woi-noi t ... M««. R - Milling. Fairfield county, Apr!', 1888. Mr. Bo ag: I bougnt a Davis Vertical Feed Sewing M tchlne from yon four years ago. I am delighted with ity - it never nas given me any trounle, and has never been the least out of order. It is as good as when I orst bought it. I can cheerfully recommend It. Respectfully, „ ,, , , MR. J . M. J. Kirkland. Monticelio, Apnl 30,1883. flags to the Thompson, wa* found dead and fearfully 1 engineer. Such ,a mass of .wires wonid mutiiiu-cL ne pommel of hla saddle doc very easil. This la to certify that I have been using a Dana Vertical Feed Sewing Machine for over tw >ye irs. purchased of Mr. J. O. Borg, i haven’t found it p messed of any fault—all .he attachments are so simple. It neverrefiioes to wort;, aud is certainly th« lightest running in the market. I consider it a first-class machine. Very respectfully. Minnik m. Willingham. Oakland, Fairfield county, S. C. Mr Bora: r am wen pieaamt m every particnia with the Davia Machine nought of yon. 1 think It a first-ciasr machine in every respect. Ton knew yon sold several machines of the same make to different members of our families, aU of whom, aa far as I know, are well pleased with them. Mrs Fairfield county, April, 1883. . Mobley. BlHiT die or cable. round bun- Held Fast by a Log. merit. _ _ „ tifully made, and the women the same, j arriving in America, but hideously ugly. I asked Sabatti, J former went west at once, the latter live amouiMords and dukes?” he said, I with whom the bushmen were, to let us I s t a yed iu New Y'ork three or four days, - ' ’ ’ J 1 ’ “ * " Q how ( aua theu recrossed to England. Two placing his arm around ing her to his breast. “No, I will not, Uncle Silas. I don t „ . , irnnw the lords and dukes. Can’t I “Hullo. Morley! What luck?” he ex- gt in the States ^ L lik6j Mr. Carl- claimed. The sound of the voice star- . J n,, tied the girl, but a healthy, careless ex- “Ctertainly, Miss Earlwood. I think istence had endowned her with strong r wist is na tural. Still it might nerves, and her surprise was not alarm. ^ , ttei . ^ homei j u8 t to form the hunted the koodoo exactly like beagles, She gazed at the strangers with calm in- ^ illtance of your father s family.” and when at fault spread, out and cast terest. for they were unlike the men don’t want to know them. They much in the same way as the hounds do. she saw in her daily life. never done my father any good. Uncle I After going about three miles the bush- “Foor luck, Carlton I fear trout are wa9 f^e one who always helped men suddenly stopped, and there stood too sensible to take much notice of my | ^ father stay.” I the wounded koodoo infront of us, with her and draw-1 have three of his men to show ua bushmen track. He agreed, so off we I started one morning. After going some way I managed to break the fore leg of | a cow koodoo. Her mate was with her, i and away went the bushmen, tracking the wounded animal, and we following with our horses at a hard canter. They unsophisticated efforts to attract their attention.” “Possibly so. Well, I have whipped the stream also with more skill than success. Let us adjourn.” Hulda had returned to the berries, but her cheeks were flushed and her young heart throbbed, for she felt Mot ley’s eyes fixed on her face. “What a pretty girl!” said Carleton, in an undertone. “Yes; an unusual style of beauty. I never saw anything lovelier than the Morley did not leave the Hope home stead till he won Silas’ consent to re turn. He told him that he admired Hulda, and besought him to give per mission that he might address her. “No!” replied Silas, sturdily. “The girl is too young. Go back to New York, and come here in a year’s time. Then we shall see. Morley obeyed, though he was loth to do so. He. took a long walk with Hulda, but faithful to his promise, said no word of love. He was wealthy, but worked hard during his probationary her mate slowly going off in the distance. I never saw a more beautiful bit of spooring, and if one had a number of these bushmen with one, not a head of wounded game would be lost, as they would go half a day running and spoor ing. They finished the cow off with tiieir knobkerries, and in the evening the meat was brought back into camp, JfatobM. mixture tints on her face. No common pink and white Monde beauty, l<nttbe “M'*c,«eana I nuu, = p. ripe tones of the old Italian masters ” j year The basket was full now, and the girl was turning away, when Morley | rose todiis feet and addressed her gently and respectfully. “Cau you tell me where I can buy some milk or cider—anything cool to drink?” It was a glorious moonlight night, and Hulda stood beside Silas, who smoked his pipe on the stoop. Hulda was simply dressed in a flowing robe of thin texture—of a pale shade of silver grey. She was beautiful and the past year had been well employed by her, “Yes. If you go up to the middle of tor she had used her new-found weaJigi the meadows you will find a bridge, to improve her mind, with the assist- T,<i hprp tor vou and that red ! ance of a g 004 * teacher—a lady of ge- uncle lives. Aunty some milk; we haven’t any cider.” “Thank you. , She stood waiting for them, basket in hand, while Morley gathered up his | fishing tackle and nought the bridge, followed by his friend. Hulda was shy, but she replied to the questions addressed to her by Mor ley with self possession. He was sui> little sad, but never expressed any rea son for being so. As she stood looking acrqpt the mead ows listening to the chirp of crickets, and watching the shadows ca t by the clouds as they crossed the golden queen of heaven, a clu’k ot the gate caused her to tarn in that direction. A tali form in a grey suit stood before It is a common custom to leave a box of matches anywhere, just where you xappened to use them last—on the table, bureau, closet, shelf—m fact, any plaje except the match safe. Chilareu get hold of them, and slip them into their pockets, and then in pulling out other traps to find something else, the matches slip out, just as likely to fall on a carpet or barn floor, with straw scattered all about, as anywhere else. Somebody steps on them, or a mouse nibbles at the phosphorus, aud off they go ! Unaccountable ! Strange I The work of an incendiary ! Another way —young men strike a match to light -j cigar or pipe and throw it down all Ablaze, never minding where it falls. If it is out of doors it cannot do any harm. It may not fall straight to the ground, a gust of wind may carry either sparks or blaze into some combustible material, and it is a seven days’ won der how the fire originated. years had passed before A. went back again, and he had pretty well given up puzzling over the mystery, when one day as ne was walking along Piccadilly lie saw the mau- who appeared in tne state-room that day ccming to meet him. “Pardon me, sir,” he began, “is not your name C. 'i'” “Yes,” was the answer, “my name is C., but I confess you have the advaut- age over me..” . “1 dare say. I only saw you ouce be fore, and that was on bottl’d the steam ship Paupa in mid-Atlantic.” “Good heavens! Then your name is A., aud you were with my balf-brother, Charlie B., when he saw Jack. No, that was not I—that was my brother. We were exactly alike, and were con tinually being taken for one another. Charlie is utterly different—but then Jack and I took after our father. 1 wish you would turn in here,” he said pointing to a club house close at hand, •and tell me all about that day. You know of comae that Jack died that very afternoon?” Oh,Yes, A. knew it well enough, but the horrible difficulty was this: He had never seen Charlie B. until be met him on board the ship, aud had never seen either of the brothers C. at all. The only knowledge which he had of ms features, or could have, was from that oue short glimpse ou board ship. Whorn had he seen theu? Scarcely had he seen another person altogether, when the remembrance of his features enable him to recognize his brother. If it was an optical allusion it was very wonderful oue that could picture a face whieh he i»uii never seen before; and if it was Mr. Mitchell, who lives some six miles south of West Plains, Mo., had his house blown down on the night of the recent tornado. Hearing the ap proach of the terrible storm, he told ids wife to gather the children and get into the cellar with them as speedily as possible, at the same time bracing him self against the outside door to prevent it from blowing open, and calling to his assistance his eldest child, a lad of some 10 years of age. The cellar was no more than a hole excavated under the floor, scarcely large enough to hold a half-dozen persons in a standing posi tion, and reached by a trap. After holding the door alone a mo ment. Mitchell turned to see if the boy wiw beside him, and as he was not tiiere, concluded that the lad had also taken refuge in the cellar, and so, abandoning the door, he also jumped into the hole, and not a moment too soon, for, as he did so, the crash came. The logs of his house flew in all direc tions, and the lamp went out on the instant, leaving all in utter darkness only as lighted by momentary flashes of the most blinding lightning. All was done in an instant, and then came a calm, while the raid poured in tor rents into the pile of debris. It was then he heard the muffled sound of a child, half crying, haif choking. He felt around in the group of child ren and one was missuig. Then he jumped out upon the floor, and guided by the sounds, crawled over the fallen timbers till he reached the little fellow’s bed. One'of the top logs of the side of the house had been thrown inwardly, an end testing upon the few end logs of the house that remained in place, and the other end dropping upon the bed, which it had crushed nearly to the floor, while upon it, with head covered wjtli quilts to shut out the honors of the night, lay the boy with the heavy log lying directly across his face. Mustering all his strength, Mr. Mitchell lifted the log and released the little prisoner, who, strange as it may seem, was more frightened than hurt, but would have smothered to death iu few moments had he not been re lieved. Tbe little cellar undoubtedly saved the lives of most of the family, for the house had fallen down nearly to the floor, except at one end, and the logs that composed it were piled pro miscuously inside. Hygienic Value of Mirth. But, aside from all this, mirtli has an hygienic value that can be hardly over rated while our social life remains what the slavery of vices and dogmas has made it. Joy has been called the sunshine of the heart, yet the same sun that calls forth the flowers of a plant is also needed to expand its leaves and ripen its fruits; and without the stimu lus of exhilarating pastimes perfect bodily health is as impossible as moral and mental vigor. And, as sure as a succession of uniform csops will exhaust the best soil, the daily repetition of a monotonous occupation will wear out the best man. Body and mind require occasional change of employment, else a liberal supply of fertilizing I 1 ouU'l Wu Ate puckeriag or stitches. We con only ssr w» ax* wmu t ana wiali no better machine, CATHKBINB Wrui AND SUTBR. April *5.18<*.a <wb8M I have no fault to find with my machine, and don’t want any .letter. I have made tne price of It several times by taking la aewing. It la alwaya ready to do its work. I think It a flrst-olase ma chine. I fepl I can t say too much for the Davia Vertical Feed Machine. Mbs. Thu mas Smith. Fairfield county, April, 1883. it Kives me much its of the Davis Ver- recreations, and this requirement is 3 factor whose omission ofteu foils the arithmetic of our political economists. To the creatures of the wilderness affliction comes generally in the form of impending danger—famine or per sistent persecution; and under such circumstances the modifications of the vital process seem to operate against its long continuance; well wishing Mr. J. 0. Boag—Dear Sir: pleasure to testify to tne merits t ileal Feed Sewing Machine. The machine I got of yon about five years ago. has been almost In con stant use ever since that time. I cannot see that it is worn any, aud has not cost me one cent for repairs since we nave had it. Am weU pleased and don't wish tor any better. Yours trn'y, hosr. Crawford, Granite Quarry, near Wlnnsboro S. C. We have used the Davis Vertical Feel Sewing Machine for the iaat five yeara. We would not have any other make at any price. The machine has klven us unbounded satisfaction. Very respectfnUy, Mrs. W. K. tdrnbb and DauohtbrsI Fairfield county, S. C., Jan. $1,1888. Having bought a Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine from Mr. J. O. Bosgjwine Mureejears nature sees her purpose defeated, and ago, and it having given me perfect sattaraction m toevRaTenergy flags, the sap runs to seed. On the same principle | p a i r i n an y wa y t j can oneerfuiijt recoinmend it to an existence of joyless drudgery 9661118 1 “ a n r y “{Jfi ^mk tt^wnii^noSe.^n is e one P o r t U ?he to drain the springs of health, even at all upiest machines made: my children use It with an age when they can draw upon the all ease. The »«acnmen« are more easily Bd- argest inner resources, hope, too, U Vert leal l Feed than^auy other ma- often baffled, at last withdraws her aid; chlne j m^e ever seen or used. the tongue may be attuned to caut' g hymns of consolation, but the heart cannot be deceived, and with its sink- pulse the strength of lif^ ebbs y. Nine-tenths of our city child- reu are literally starving for lack of recreation; not the means of life, but its objegt, civilization lias defrauded them of; they feel a want which bread can only aggravate, for only hunger helps them to forget the misery of ennui, Tiieir pallor is the sallow hue of a cellar-plant ; they would be healttiier if tliey were happier. I would under take to cure a sickly cnild with fun and rye-bread sooudr than with tidbits aud tedium. A Libel Engraved oj a Tombstone. Mrs. Thomas Owinob. Wlnnsboro, Fairfield county, s. c. , We have bad one of the DavD Machines about for lack OI four _ eaM ana ,, ave always found It ready to do all of life, but kinds of work we have had occasion to do. Can t - - - 1 see that the machine la worn any, and works as well aa wnen new. MR*. W. J. Crawford, Jackson’a Creek, Fairfield county, S. C. My wife la highly pleased with th» DavU M*- i chine bought of yon. She would not take double what sne gave for It. The machine haa not been cat of order alnce the had It, and abecan do any kind ot work on It. v„, Monticelio, Fairfield county, 8. C. Philander Finley and Mart Beggs, of Marshall, Missouri, brought suit against J. S. Potter and J. A. Tipping for libel in two cases. The suits are tor $3,000 iu each case. Tbe facts con nected with the cases, as near as could be gathered, are as follows: Potter’s 111H1 non, with Finley aud Beggs, went | wS^flrm The Davia Sewing Machine is slmplv a treat- ur ‘ MRS. J. A GOODWYN. Ridgeway, N. C., Jan, 10, 1b83. j.0 Boag, Esq., Agent—Dear Sir: My wife haa oeen using a Davis Sewing Machine constant- not an optical illusion, what was it ? The hardest thing in the world to do I so constantly that you can do it well, I is to mind your own business. sinad Professor Bertfalot maintains that the true element carbon is as yet vu- known; that it most be of a gaseous nature, and that diamond, graphite, etc., are but stated of the veritable [carbon. mg in the Blackwater, a south of town, about one c. s «, young Potter lost his life by drowning. No one knows how it happened except Finley and Beggs. The boy’s father accused Finley and Beggs of the mur der of his son, but in no way could he prove it on them. After the boy’s body was recovered and buried properly Porter came to town and procured a tombstone from J. A. Tipping and had him erect it over the grave of his son, bearing the following inscription: “Rock of Ages cleft for me. Lit me hide myself in thee.” “Drowned by Philander Finley and Mart Beggs.” any repairs a-.™——, — - , bought She says U will do a « rea “f practical work and do it easier and byar than aav machine she has ever used. We cheerfully recommend it as a No. 1 family machine, Yoar trmy, „ „ „ Jar. Q. Davis. Wtnosbiro, S. C„ Jan. 3,18S8. Mr. Boao : I nave alwaya found my Davia Ma chine ready do all muds of to work 1 have bad oc casion to ao. I cannot see that the machine to worn a particle and it works as weil aa when new. ^ Respectfully, Mrs. K. C. Gooding. Wlnnsboro, 9. C., Apnl, 1863, Mr. Boag : Mr wife bat been constantly naUig chine I Finley and Beggs made exception to neavy or ugbt. « above and brouirbt suit as above wp***- the above and brought suit stated. The jury returned a against defendants. verdict the Davia Machine bought of you about Hve years ago. I Have never regretted baying It, *» “ “ always ready for any kind of family sewing, etmer Otways reauy io u ^ or needing Very respectfully, a. w . Ladd, Fairfield, & O, March, 1888, ■ '*•'W'"#- ^sr.“'T":cr.rrzrr i I-