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TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO. S. 0.. AUGUST 7.1883. ESTABLISHED 1848 her ring. She has not found her king as yet. The golden days glide by; They bring no sorrows to forget, Nor.any cause to sigh. No heart for her devotion made The passionate summers bring; Unharmed she walks, and u naff rayed— She has not found her king. Men bring their titles, and their gold; She turns in scorn away, The man must be of different mold She swears she will obey. Though poor in honor and in lands, Rich in a rarer thing, Tilled by God alone, he ctands, When she will own her king. But when he comes, as come he will, . Stroug to support, and grand, With supplication that shall fill Her soul, like her command; She’ll place her hand in his, and take Whate’er this world may bring, Proud and contented for Ids sake, Whom she hath crowned her kiagl TWICE ENUaGKD. “But do you- really mean it, Mr. Brabazon?” Rosa Dale was standing in the illum inated archway of the autumn woods, her bright braids of hair pierced by one or two wandering sunbeams, her dimpled child-face framed in, as it were, by sprays of red-veined autumn leaves, while her apron was full of the glistening brown chestnuts which she had picked up. John Brabazon leaned against the tall, smooth trunk of the birch tree, and looked at her, with a lazy, luxu rious sense of artistic beauty entering his mind as he gazed. “Of course I mean it,” said he. “But I am only twelve years old,” cried Rosa, dinging back the sunny tendrils of hair that hung over her fore head. “You are exactly twelve times as lovely as any of the city belles that congregate hereabouts,” said Mr. Bra bazon, stnviug to conceal a yawn. “And if they think I am engaged— don’t you see?—there will be some probability of their leaving off perse cuting me.” “Well!” said Rosa, every dimple coming shyly out on lip and cheek as she stood there. “It’s to be a compact, eh?” said Mr. Brabazon. Rosa nodded her fair little head. “But,” she questioned, rather dubi ously, “where is the ring?” “The what?” “The engagement ring, Mr. Braba- zou,” explained Rosa reproachfully. “Don’t you know there’s always a ring in novels?” ~ -“Ami most generally it’s a diamond.” “If you’ll believe,” said Mr. Braba zon tragically, “I never thought of the rinp at all.” “But here’s a little opal that used to be my mother’s, hanging on my watch chain. “Won’t that do?” Rosa held her brown linger, while he fitted it on. “You—you haven’t kissed me yet!” she said, when this ceremony was complete. “Lovers always kiss their sweethearts.” Mr. Brabazon laughed. • “Come,” said he, “this is getting serious.” "But here’s the kiss, before the rest of the chestnut party get back.” “And mind, this is to be a profound secret between you and me.” Rose ran back home with a vague sensation of mysterious delight, and thought how nice Mr. Brabazon looked, all the time she was munching her roasted chestnuts; and Mr. Brabazon himself took advantage of the little joke to proclaim himself an engaged man. Nor is it an exaggeration to say that the young ladies were genuinely disap pointed. “It must be a recent thing,” said Kate Kennedy, tossing her head. “Oh, quite recent,” asknowledged Mr. Brabazon. “Love at first sight,” asked Miss Day. “N-no, not exactly,” said Brabazon. “In fact, I may say that I have ad mired the young lady since her in fancy.” “What a delightful enigma!” sak Belle Vernon, looking anything but delighted. "But of course, Mr. Bra zen, you’ll teii us her name?” “I am pledged to secrecy,” said the engaged man solemnly. And when he left in the late autumn, and forgot all about the wild little woodland sprite who climbed trees and E elted him with chestnuts, waded with rown, dimpled feet in the foamy waters of the glen torrent, and con ducted him so mysteriously to the barn-chamber to show him her empty birds’ nests, butterfly wings and dia mond bright pebbles, how was he to know that she remembered the episode under the yellow-leaved chestnut trees as a red-letter day in her calendar? “He ought to write to me,” said Rosa gloomily, as the weeks and months glided by, and no epistle came. “I do hope he isn’t going to turn out v false, like the wicked cavalhvs in the story books.” And when Mr. Brabazon sent her huge wax coll, with its miniature tr*mk and complete outfit of elegantly -made dresses at Christmas, Rosa fiew into a passion. “As if I were a baby,” said she. “A doll, indeed, and I twelve years old in October. “I wonder if he takes me fora child?” “Who ever heard of a gentleman sending a doll to the young lady he is engaged to?” “My dear Rosa,” said her mother, half vexed, half amused, “what non sense you are talking.” “We are engaged,” said Rosa. “See the ring.” And she shyly pulled it out from the bosom of her dress. “It was only a joke.” said Mrs. Dale. “It was sober earrsstl” dashed out Rosa. “My dear,” said Mrs. Dale, “haven’t non heard?” “Mr. Brabazon is to be married to Lady Helen Hartford, Mrs. Pailleton’s niece, next month. “The cards are already out.” “What!” cried Rosa, her sapphire blue eyes blazing, her rosy lips apart. “To be married, and he engaged to me!” And then Rosa rushed away into the barn, aud hid herself for full two hours, to sob out the current of her childish grief. Mrs. Dale smiled and sighed. “Who would think the child would have attached so much importance to a piece of nonsense like that?” said she. “Really, I’m afraid I have made a mistake in allowing her to read so many novels.” “But she was always an impetuous little creature.” Rosa wrote several harrowing letters to Mr. Brabazon, all of which she fin ally tore up, and when she saw the mar- r age proclaimed in the papers she gave i le big wax doll to a little girl who was eleven years and six months old. She won’t have any associations connected with it,” sighed Rosa’ And about that time she was pro moted to a higher grade in school, legan lessons on the guitar, and put her unhappy love affair out of her mind. It could not have been more than eight years subsequently that the col- ision occurred on the (Irand Canal at Venice, in which one of the gondolas capsized, and a beautiful young Ameri can lady, niece of the then United tales consul, received an involuntary ducking. Perhaps the romantically dressed fondoliers were intoxicated; perhaps liss Barony had, as they asserted, risen hastily, to point out something, and destroyed the balance of the mouldy, black-velvet-lined old convey ance. At all events, Miss Barony was upset, directly in front of the Palazzo di Sil via, where Mr. Brabazon occupied the first floor, a marble-paved desolation of old pictures; broken-nosed statues, and orange-trees in tubs. Of course, Mr. Brabazon sent out his valet to offer his services. Of course, they carried Miss Barony :n, and laid her on a sofa (draped with apestry which somebody said Lucrezia Borgia had helped to embroider), and made much of her. “But how ridiculous all this is,” said Miss Barony, with merriment gleaming in her beautiful dark-blue eyes. “I am a little wet, to be sure, but otherwise I am entirely unharmed. ‘Why didn’t they put me in the gon dola again, and send me back to my uncle’s palazzo?” Mr. Brabazon, however, was far too hospitable for that. nis capped ana spocwcioa uwi uu keeper was ready with spiced drinks, and great baskets of grapes and cake, and he himself was all politeness and chivalrous courtesy. Miss Barony gazed curiously around. How angelically beautiful she looked, wrapped in the violet velvet cloak, edged with ermine, her cheeks flushed with softest rose, her eyes sparkling, her hair hanging in a fringe of dark gold over her forehead. “Where is Lady Helen Brabazon?” she asked abruptly. Mr. Brabazon winced. “She has been dead for a year,” he said. “I am a widower.” “You were acquainted with my late wife?” “Oh, no, not at all!” said Miss Barony. “Only, of course, all the world had heard of her.” “She was a famous beauty, wasn’t she?” “She was very lovely,” said the wid- uncle Barony adopted me. I took his name instead of my own.” “But I never have quite got over the pang of bitter jealousy that pierced my baby-heart w r hen you were married to Lady Helen Hartford.” “But dare I hope ? ” began Mr. Bra bazon, “that you still care a little for me?”- “I know It seems like presumption, it ” “Yes, you may hope,” whispered Rosa, half-laughing, half-crying. “I do care for you—more than a lit tle.” The consul gave them his blessing. “It was she herself who told me to say she was engaged,” said he, patting Rosa’s head. “Little puss, shef is always full of her mischief.” “I wanted to be revenged.” said Rosa. “But I have quite forgiven my false lover at last.” Mow to Woo A Woman. Dynamite Can’t Mo Moat. “What do you think about the new explosive which the French inventor has introduced.” asked a reporter of Dr. Bamum, the chemist. “I have heard nothing about it,’’re plied the analyser of compounds. The newsman produced a scientific journal and read: “A new explosive, invented .in France, threatens to put an end to the future usefulness of dynamite, except ing for the very mildest of as-iass n ition purposes. The new explosive consists of hypoazotic acid, which is one of the numerous compounds of oxygen and azote of nitrogen mixed either with essence of petroleum or sulphuret of carbon. The degree of explosive force is said to depend upon which of the last-named ingredients is used.” The doctor traced his fingers anxious ly across his brow in thoughtful medi tation, and, after a few moments, ex plained: “This thing is sheer humbuggery. The ingredients cannot exert the force of so much gunpowder or fulminate of silver.” “Upon what do you base your opin ions?” “Any chemist will tell you that when the compound mentioned above ex plodes, that a great volume or flame will be generated. This necessarily produces slow action, and destroys all force as an explosive. We know that the force of an explosion depends en tirely upon rapiJity. I must admit that the ingredients are highly explo sive severally, but combined they will act with lazy motion. Some years ago I exploded a compound consisting of forty gallons of ingredients almost like in nature to this new explosive, and I still live. The immense 1 otnerwise Mrs. Mattieway was not a very pretty woman, but she did not need beauy tot make her attractive to gentlemen. As she was a widow instead of a maid, she could look her admirers full in the face without blushing: As for her figure, that spoke for itself so well that many maidens coveted it, as Mrs. Mattieway well knew. Her greatest attraction, however ac cording to many gentlemen who admired her, was the house she lived in, for it belonged to her, was in a very good street, it was tastefully furnished, and there was no mortgage on it. So Mrs, Mattieway was the recipient of innumerable attentions, most of which she enjoyed. It was only when men proposed that she did not enjoy their society. She had bqqa married once, and so dreadful was uer mistake on that occasion that she did not intend to repeat it. A spirited woman who is nearly 30 must interest herself in some thing if she hasn’t a husband, so Mrs. Mattieway made attempts at business. She invested a little money in a manu facturing enterprise, and she took such solid comfort from examinations of bal ance sheets and weekly statements that she was sure she had a head for business; she therefore-began to make ventures in the stock market. The inevitable results followed, and the first of them was that Mrs. Mattie way became an enthusiastic gamble?. Two or three times she succeeded; for her broker, Platt Whiston, was a very shrewd fellow, as even his enemies ad mitted; beside, he had hopes of persuad ing Mrs. Mattieway to reverse the de cided “no” she had spoken to him on another subject a year or two before. No one who is possessed (f a single idea can help talking of it to every one. So Mrs. Mattieway began to make the stock market a subject of conversation with her acquaintances. One of these, a journalist, named Barth, had known so many persons afflicted with the Wall street malady, that he recognized the symptoms in Mrs. Mattleway’s case at once, and did all he could to discourage the ladv’s mania. But he did not suc ceed. Mrs. Mattieway laughed a cruel little laugh, and ventured deeper than before. When her ready money failed to' keep good her margins, she mort gaged her tenement houses; then she mortgaged her own residence; finally, she gave her individual notes, which Whiston discounted. Then the crash came. “The bottom fell out” of Watertie Preferred, and Mrs. Mattieway found herself almost penniless. .Whiston called upon her, nobly offered to extricate her from all Wii-m Miss Barony was carried away n a newly-summoned gondola, whose picturesque oarsmen were more to be relied upon than their predecessors. Mr. Brabazon asked permission to call at the consulate, to inquire how she was, in the course of a day or two; and Miss Barony accorded the permission as a young queen might have done. Miss Barony was young, beautiful and piquant. Mr. Brabazon, whose life had been nearly badgered out of him by the ca prices,-exactions and varying temper of the late Lady Helen, was charmed by her sunny brilliance: and at a month’s end he came to Mr. Barony, the United States consul, to asked permission to press his suit with his mece. Mr Barony looKed conscious. “Didn’t you know?” said he. “She is engaged.” “Engaged!” repeated Mr. Brabazon, his heart seeming to turn to a lump of ice within him. “Quite an old affair, I believe,” said the consul. “But perhaps you had better see my niece herself about it.” “I’ll give her your message.” “She can decide to suit herself.” Miss Barony was prettier than ever, in her cool muslin dress and pale blue ribbons as she sat among the jessa mines and pomegranates of the consul ate reception-room the next day, to receive Mr. Brabazon. He had a speech carefully prepared, wherein all the nominatives and sub jects were carefully balanced, and the exact words stationed in their exact places; but he forgot it all at the fair vision of her perfect loveliness, and -jould only stand helplessly before her ind say— “Miss Barony, I love you!” “So you have been driven to confess it at last,” said Miss Barony, “after all these years.” “I don’t understand you,” said Mr. Brabazon. “You have forgotten me,” said Rosa. “That would be impossible,” assev erated Mt. Brabazon earnestly. . “But it’s the fact,” said die. “I am little Rosa Dale, who was en gaged to you, under the chestnut-trees at Amber Hill, nine years ago, and here is the engagement-ring,” holding up a slender golden hoop, with an opal glimmering in its centre. “No, I’m not at all suprised that you didn’t recognized me.” “I was a child then—I am a woman now.” ' “And after my parents’ death, when as her mistress had to the window, ad mitted Mr. Barth so quicklv that Mrs. Mattleway almost ran into his arms. And how pretty she looked as she took both his hands firmly in her own! Much thought and little sleep, great excite ment and earnest feeling, had made her face more sensitive than usual. She seemed scarcely to know what to say; she was so embarassed that she forgot to drop her visitor’s hands; but she finally made a great effort and exclaimed; “Mr. Barth, you are the best man I ever knew!” “Really?” said the journalist raising his eyebrows. “Really?” I never can thank you enough. I—now that I know you are so good I wish ever so much you weren’t going away. I—” Her voice failed, but she grasped his band more tightly. Could any man in Barth’s position have avoided what happened, which was that the journa list disengaged one hand and pressed Mrs. Mattleway close to his heart. “I will try to make you very happy,” he finally said by way of explanation. “I know you will succeed,” she said in reply, “hut must you take that dread ful steamer this morning?” “Not at all; I hadn’t the slightest idea of sailing in her. My letter was a mere trap with which to catch the woman I wanted as a wife.” “And did you tliink,” said the widow, trying to disengage herself, but taking great care not to succeed, “that such a shameful trick would be successful?” “I seem to have thought correctly,” explained Barth. “Oh, oh—won’t I punish you for this, ” murmured Mrs. Mattleway. But she never did. BeUglon and Umbrella*. VERDICT —or- THE PEOPLE BEST! Mr. J. o. Boxa—Dear sir: I bought the first Davis Machine sold by yon over five years ago tor my wife, who has given it a long and fair trial. I am well pleased with It. It norer Rives any rouble, and Is argood as when first bought. J. W. UOLICK. Winnsboro, S. C., April 1883. Mr. Boas: Ton wtgh to know what t hive to say in regard to the Davis Machine bought ct we three f ear;: ago. I feel 1 can’t say too mnch in w favor. made about 180,00 within five months, at times running it so fast that the needle would get per fectly hot from friction. I feel confident I could not have done the same work with as mnea esse and so well with any other machine. No time lost In adjusting attachments. The lightest running machine I nave ever treadled. Brother James and Williams’ families are aa much pleased with their Davis Machines bought ot yon. I want no better machine. As I said before, I don’t think too much can be said for the Davis Machine. Respectfully, EU.SN STEVENSON, Fairfl“ld County, April, 1883. Meats for Invalids. Meats for the use of invalids should be chosen for three qualities—digesti bility, nutriment and suitability to the case in hand; the last consideration is the most imp ortant. A meat may be ten ler, nutritious, and ordinarily digest ible, but if from any idiosyncrasy of the patient, or from his lack of capacity to assimilate its nutritive properties, it fails to afford the desired nourishment, its use should not be continued. Pre supposing that the physician is cogni zant of his patient’s physicial peculiarities, he is the best judge of his diet, and usually will indicate it; but general information on the subject is always useful to tbose in charge of the sick-room. - Beef is the meat most used in health; it is the most stimulating and nutritious of all flesh when the system is able to digest it, and its flavor does not offend the most fastidious palate: it is always he 1 difficulties (which be could easily do I in season. But in some physicial con- as all he« money had gone into his own ditions the use of mutton is preferable, bank account), and asked in return | because it is less stimulating, less high- ~vr been killed instantly.” “YOU don’t think it practical thon?” “No. The proposed compound does not possess an atom of practicability. Its force and genius is made up of azote or nitrogeu aud the sulphuret of carbon, I think that scientific men will denounce this proposed innovation into the dominions held by King Dyna mite. Nothing is known in tho seijn- tific world which can supplant this mighty instrument,” Girl* of Other Land* at Work. x—>*> —mild, rmuynd “No” of a year ortwb be« droaflful I i.. fl, nr| The theory that girls exist merely as lay figures to display line drapery and /O look pretty, is not entertained among lalf-civilized or savage tribes or nations, The eccentric notion still prevails throughout Asia, Africa and in some parts of Europe and America, that they are born to .labor. In Turkestan and on the Tartar steppes the Kirghese Sultan- nas and their daughters, and Princesses in whose veins flow the blood of lines of Kings, still milk the staee)*, cows aud goats, and perform the menial unices the’ household as the Sanscrit maiuene did six thousand yeats ago in the same localities. They cook, take care of the younger children, make garments, cure the skins of wild fowl with the feathers on for caps, spin cotton, weave cloth, and tan leather by means of sour milk. In this delectable region the mother wears rich attire, while the daughter goes in humbler weeds like Cinderilla. If there is a piano, the mother plays on it in the front room of the tenty while the daughter brews the koumiss, stews the mutton and broils the camel chops in the back kitchen. Similar ideas pre vail throughout India, China and among the native tribes of Siberia, who have been driven northward by aggressive :ore. Mrs. Mattleway sent Whiston away sorrowful; she had endured him only as a shrewd broker, but he seemed not to have been even that. She heard her door-bell ring—could it be a visitor? A servant came to the door of her chamber, but she would uot let even a servant see her face. She merely put her hand to the edge of the door and took a letter; it contained, beside a package, the following: Dear Mrs. Mattleway: I want to confess some underhand proceedings and pray for forgiveness. I have for months been bribing W bison’s bookkeeper to let me know the extent of your ventures, and have obtained much more alarming information than I had expected. It is so seldom that a man can be of genuine service to a lady that I have unspeakable pleasure in asking you to make use of inclosed government bonds, of the face value of $300,000 for as many months or years as you like. For fear you may suspect me of sel fish motives and personal designs, I shall start for Europe in the morning by the City of Timbuctoo, aud remain abroad an indefinite time. Should you change your name before I return, such ca3effit~rx~iTearriy~morr'fMtfmtf than beef, because its nutritive elements can be assimilated; for instance, mut ton is a better meat than beef for dys peptics. The broth made from mutton is no more digestible than that of beef, and is less nutritious. If all fat is re moved from it in cooking, its flavor is more delicate. Lamb should not be used by dyspeptics; although tender it is less nutritious, because immature, and leas digestible, because its soft, semi- glutinous tissue renders complete masti cation difficult. If lamb is used during illness it should be broiled, because by that process its loose texture is made comparatively dense, and the entire sub stance of the flesh is thoroughly cooked. The flavor of lamb is, of course, more delicate than that of mutton. As the indigestibility of veal is due to this looseness of fiber, it also should be thoroughly cooked. There is no reason why underdone meat should be considered more nutri tious than that which is moderately and properly cooked, with all its juices pre served. The chemical elements of un derdone meat are uot sufficiently acted upon by heat to be either readily digest ed or assimilated. Unless a physicau for The umbrella is probably a remnant of solar worship; and it is only the de generacy ot later times, and especially the leveling and democratic spirit of Europe, which has debased it to the paltry uses of keeping oneself dry. The robust people of all times did not want to be protected from sun or rain. They were too Lardy, and too much inclined to do nothing unless they could not avoid it, to care for the elements. Umbrellas are not. however, neces sarily a sign of the degeneracy of the human race, though superficial observ ers might think them so. A Siamese work, the “Thai Chang,” gives us a correct idea of their origin. “The expression, San Kouany (the three bril liant things)” says the learned author, “designates the sun, the moon, and the stars. These illuminate the world by the command of the Lord of the heav ens, and disseminate their benificent rays into all parts of the universe. To point the finger suddenly at them is a very grave breach of respect, and merits grievous punishment.” Here, then, we have the true first notion of the proposed use of the um brella. Weak human nature is unable to govern its actions as to be uniformly mindful of the celestial powers. In the common affairs of life men are constantly pointing in all directions, and might inadverteutiy stare rudely at tho moon, or the stars, or even at the sun, though there is not so much dr.uger of that. In order to protect themselves against such thoughtless ness, and morover to avoid the danger of unseemly actions, and possibly dis respectful gestures in full view of the God of Day, the umbrella was invented. Consequently, when the article first came into use, it was most generally used in fine weather, when the sun was higii in the heavens, and thus was most liable to be offended. In rainy weather the danger was not so seriousj for the great luminary cov ered up his face in -clouds, as with a veil, and it w’as not so necessary to guard against being rude to him. As natural consequence, whenever it rained, the primeval oun-shade invent ors put down their umbrellas and were happy. In later days, skeptical people who did not scruple to speak disrespectfully of the sun, let alone the stars, found the parasol—in the etymological sense- convenient for keeping off the rain; and, when the pious-minded were low ering their umbrellas, these heretical weaklings unfurled theirs to cover their sorry bodies. Hence the modem dese- cration of the ancient implement of worship*. The multiplication of the article has ThU La to certify we nave na i m constant naa —T"'T*" ■ *•:’■■ -»" -■ ■-- ■ * ■•*>»- - j—*- iiayu Machine bought ot you about tnree yeara of its virtue, and all would be inclined price ot tt several uaea over.'wJ jTint want aay Mr. Boag : My macMne gives me perfect satis-! factiou. I find no fault with It. The attachments are go simple, i wish tor no better than the DarU Vertical Feed. Respectfully, Mrs. R. Milling. Fairfield county, April, 1883. MR. Boag: 1 bought a Davts Vertical Feed Sewing Machine from yon fonr years ago. I am delighted with It. It never has given me any trouble, and has never been the least out of order. It Is as good us when I first bought it. I can cheerfully r -commend It. Respectfully, Mrs. M. J. Kirkland. Montlcelio, April 30,1883. ThU Is to certify that I have been using s Dsvls Vertlc.il Feed Sewing Machine tor over tw i years, purchased of Mr. J. O. Boag. I haven’t found It possessed of any fanlt—all the attachments are so simple. It neverrefuses to wont, and la certainly the lightest running In the market. I consider It a first-class machine. Very respectfully. Minnie M. Oakland, Fairfield county, 8. C. Willingham. Mr Boag : i am wen pieasea in every paruema with the Davta Machine nought of you. I think 1 a first-class machine In every respect. Yon knew you sold several machines of the same make to difierent members ot our families, all ot whom, as far aa I know, are well pleased with them. Respectfully, Mrs. Ml H. Moblet. Fairfield connty, April, 1883. orders raw or partly cooked meat please say to the fortunate man, for me, I some special dietetic reason, it is far that he ought to be the happiest being | better to give an invalid well-uone meat, alive. Very respectfully, Clement Barth. Mrs. Mattleway started again to ciy, but her rising spirits got the better of| her rising team, and she went into an ecstacy of laughter. Here was a man, indeed! Could she accept his money? she would, at any rate; but oh! for a chance to thank him—to apologize to or that which is only medium rare, Of course pork should not be eaten by any one who has not the strongest of di gestive organs. Salt i>ork with lean flesh is difficult to digest; fat salt port, cut very thin and broiled, is sometimes given to invalids as an “appetizer” in New Eng land. Broiled English bacon is used by dyspeptics in England, where it is con sidered by physicians to possess excep tional qualities more or less curative in dyspepsia. It rhould, if possible, be him for even having thought him like neighbors. The Tungusian gnrl gathers| J’ ^en^^trftendeti^himI "«*>ked in a double gridiron over a mod- the snow, melts it, makes the tea and-1 avoided it, wnen sne_often aetecteu whan dnlinAtAlv browned. the fish soup, sews, and, being skilful in archery, helps to keep the larder sup plied with game. The Yacut and Sam- oyede maidens, and all of those who dwell along the Arctic Ocean, help in summer to lay up winter supplies, and in winter to perform all necessary dom estic duties. The theories of the tribes and nations of Asia and Africa are shared by the Indians of North and South America, who compel the young girls to learn the duties and hardships of life at an early age. How Bird* Teach their Young to Sing. in the act of eyeing her curiously? “The City of Timbuctoo!”—“To morrow morning!”—“An indefinite time!” She sent for a newspaper, look ed for the mail notices, and found the Steamer would sail at 11 o’clock. She called a messenger, wrote two or three notes, tore them to bits, and finally sent the following with orders to get- Mr. Barth’s address at his office and follow him until found: Dear Mr. Barth—A thousand thanks, but I cannot accept unless you come aud let me say “thank you” be fore you start. The circumstance* will I justify a very early morning call. Y ours truly. Frances Mattleway. Mrs. Mattleway did not sleep much erate five and, when delicately browned, served hot Vith a very little Cayenne pepper dusted over it. When the tire it not in good condition for broiling, the bacon may be laid on slices of bread ar ranged in a dripping-pan and quickly baked in a very hot oven; the bread will absorb all the fat which flows from the the bacon; of course, it is not to be eat en by the dyspeptic invalid, but the toast with the bacon on it is not a bad breakfast dish for healthy people. to doubt if a man offered to work a miracle by the aid of a bulging, whale- ribbed umbrella. But it is recorded in the old chronicles that such a marvel was once performed. There was a great drought in all the land, the fierce sun sucked up the pools, the young rice died ere it could hide a quail,” and all the people were dying with thirst, notwithstanding that every man of them sat under his sun-shade. But it was revealed to the pious gov ernor, Tseng Kong, in a dream, that he would meet an old man at a certain place, and that this holy jiersouage would save the country. Accordingly, next day he went forth in solemn pro cession, with all his retinue and sol- dieiy; and outside the city walls, where all the plain was shimmering in the heat, they found a shriveled old gray- beard, sitting under an ancient umbrella with hundreds of patches on it. He seemed quite cheerful, aud did not ap pear to mind the drought and furnace heat at all. Tseng Kong approached him reverently, and told him of his dream, and how he heard of the old man’s supernatural powers. There upon the aged wanderer delivered a long sermon, inveighing against the laxity of the times, and averring that he owed all his sanctity and power of working miracles to the fact that all through the eighty and six years of his life he had never gone into the open air without his sunguard. «It was through the sinfulness of the people, who mounted umbrellas to keep off the rain, and omitted to hide their wicked- nevs from the sun, that the calamity had fallen on the land, and the “three brilliant things” would hardly be ap peased even at his intercession. At length, however, after long prayers, he shook his umbrella, and .he rain came down, and the people were saved, and put umbrellas to their proper use for many years. E rk T utter machine. It la alwa;* ready to do any kind of work we nave to do. No f We can only say and wiah no better machine. Catherine Wtlir and Suteb. April SB, 1888, No pnokertnjror skipping stitches. We can only say we are well pleased I have no fanlt to find with my m tch'ne, and don’t want any better. I have made the price of It several times by taking In sewing. It Is always ready to do its work. I think It a first-class raa chine. I feel I can t say too mnch tor the Davit Vertical Feed Machine. Mrs. Thomas smith. Fairfield county, April, 1883. Mr. J.O. Boag—Dear sir: It gives me much pleasure to testily to the merits of the Davis Ver tical Feed Sewing Machine. The ma nine I got of yon about five year* ago. has been almost In con stant use ever since that time. I cannot see that it Is worn any, and has not coat me one cent for repairs since we have bad iL Am well pleased and don’t wish tor any better. Yonrs truly, Host. Cr vweord, Granite Quarry, near Winnsboro S. C. We have used the Davis Vertical Fee l Sewing Machine tor the last five years. We would not have any other make at any pnoe. The machine has given ns unbounded satisfaction. Very respectfully, Mrs. W. K. Turner and DauohtrrSI Fairfield connty, S. C-, Jan. 87.1888. Having bought a Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine from Mr. J. O. Boag some three years ago, and it having given me perfect satisfaction in every respect as a family machine, both tor hea.-y andlightaewlng, and never needed the least re pair in any WRy, i can cneerfally recommend it to any one as a first-class machine in every particu lar, and think it second to none. It is one ot the simplest machines made; my children use it wltn all ease. The attachments are more easily ad justed and It does a greater range of work by means of its Vertical Feed than any other ma chine I have ever seen or used. Mbs. Thomas owings. Wiansboro, Fairfield connty, 8. C. Eye Memory. Discoveries at the Aeropolis. Some very interesting discoveries have just been made on the Acropolis of Athens. The rubbish heaps between the Parthenon aud the museum, where remains of the older Parthenon have A wren built ner nest in a box on a New Jersey farm. The occupants of he farm house saw the mother teach Jiei^aiMfaang'liei who?e swnjpHirjMHs-1 tliat'iiigiit'j'and Tu tiie morning 'she as-1 already been found, have now yielded of the young Ittempted fonisheii her cook by appearing In tlie| aeyei-al piece, of archaic acnlntnre. ~ •* 'dining-room before 8 o clock, demand- breakfast aud eating scarcely to imitate her. After proceeding through a few notes its voice broke and it lost the tune. The mother immedi ately recoumenced where the young one had tailed, and went very distinctly through the remainder. The young bird made a second attempt, commenc ing where it had ceased before, and con ing DreaKiasi ana eauug outuveiy a mouthful. Then she ordered the par lors opened and aired at once, and she flew to the windows so often that her maid hurried up to the room of Mrs. Mattleway’» invalid mother and made alarming reports. The clock struck 9, tinning the song as long as it was able; I after which Mrs. Mattleway counted 9 a % A— • i A. At I AUrv o nH aYTtfWt5l.nt.IV and when the note was again lost the old bird began anew where it stopped, and completed it. Then the young one resumed the tune and finished it. This done, the mother sang over the whole series of notes a second time with great precision, and another young one at tempted to follow her. The wren pur sued the same course with this one as with the first, and so with the third and fourth. This was repeated day after day and several times a day, until each of the young birds became a perfect songster. the moments, and looked expectantly at every carriage that passed, but alasl they merely carried gentlemen down town to* business. At 9.30 she seemed to be in a fever; at 10 afie was naif in dignant aud heart-sick. Two or three moments later a carriage stopped with a crash at the door, but not before Mrs. Mattleway was at the window. “Twas be! Should she remain and seem to be wailtmg for him, or should she hurry to her room and cable down cool and composed? She tried to escape, but her maid, who had been as close to the door several pieces of archaic sculpture, Among these are a figure of Athens, quite per/ect, with the dn ss descending to the feet, which are shod with red slippers with pointed toes; a seated figure of the goddess, similar to a frag- mentary oue already found on the same spot, in the Egyptian style, with a tab let on ihe lap; anl the upper pare of a bas-relief representing a charioteer whose head Is turned. The unskillful- uess of the artist has twisted it com pletely round. The colors upon this bas-relief are still brilliant. Beside these relics of early art, a large marble hand with a serpent upon it, as well as two serpents entwified together, one of which bss its mouth wide opeu, have also been discovered. They probably belong to a shrine of the daughter of Asklepios which stood in this part of the acropolis. It should be added that the head ard upper part of the body of the so-called Athena are wanting. Look steadily at a bright object, keep the eyes immovable on it for a short time, and then close them. An image of the object remain!; it comes, in fact, visible to the closed eyes. The vividness and duration of impression vary considerably with different indi- viduals, and the power of retaining them may be cultivated. An eccentric old man, the once celebrated but not fdrgotten “Memory Thompson” trained himself to the performance of wonaer- ful feats of eye memory. He could close his eyes and picture within him self a panorama of Oxford street and other parts of London, in which pict ure every inscription over every shop was so pertect and reliable that he could describe and "ortify to the names and occupation* of the shop-keeping inhabitants of all the houses of these streets at certain dates, when post-office directories weie not as they now are. Although Memory Thompson is forgot ten, his special faculty is just now receiving some attention, and it is pro posed to specially cultivate it in ele mentary schools by placing objects before the pupils for a given time, then taking them away and requiring the pupil to draw them. That such a fae ulty exists and may be of great service is unquestionable. Truth takes the stamp of the soul it enters. It is vigorous and rough in arid souls, but tempers and softens itself in loving natures. We nave bad one of the DavH Machines about tour years and have always found It ready to do all kinds of wont we have had occasion to da Can’t see that the machine la worn any, and works as well as when new. „ Mbs. W. J. Crawford, Jackson’s Creek, Fairfield oounty, s. a My wife is highly pleased with the Davis Ma chine bought of you. She would not take doable wnat sne gave for it. The maculae has dot been oat of order since she had it, and she can do uny kind of work on IL Very Respectrullj, ^ * Montlcallo, Fairfield oonnty, 8. a The Davis Sewing Machine Is simply a treas ure MRS. J. A. GOODWTN. Ridgeway, N. C., Jan. 10.1881. J.O Boag, Esq., Agent-Dear Sir: My wits ha* been using a Davis sewing Machine constant ly for the past tour years, and it has never needed any repairs an i works Just aa well as when first bought She says it wUl do a greater range of practical work ond do it easier and better than any machine she nas ever used. We cheerfully recommend It as a Na 1 family machine. Your tnty, Jab. Q. Davis. Winnsboro, S. C., Jan. 8,1883. Mr. Boag : 1 nave always found my Davis Ma chine ready do all kind* of tn work I have had oo- oaalontouo. I cannot see that the machine is worn a particle and K works as wed aa whan new. Respectfully, Mrs. R. C- Gooding. Winnsboro, S. C., April, 1888, Mr. Boag : My wife has been constantly using the Davis Machine bought of yon about ive year* ako. I have never always ready tor any i heavy or light It is never out ol fix or repaua. Vtrj , regretted buying it, aa it la U kind of family sewing, either Fairfield, S. 0., March, 1888,