The Fairfield news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1881-1900, August 07, 1883, Image 1
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-
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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
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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,