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* wm .. TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO. S. C.. AUGUST 25. 1883. ESTABLISHED 1848 HUchievous Mediums. There is a medium on Cherry street, Philadelphia, who does a thriv ing business. Private carriages fre quently drive up to her door, and fash ionably dressed ladies alight and enter the mysterious presence of the Cherry- street medium. Her price is two dol lars, and she will not admit gentlemen. The majority of these swindlers who prey upon the superstitions and illiter ate classes charge fifty cents and a dol lar a sitting. A sitting lasts from five minutes to an hour; the length of the seance is generally regulated by the size of the fee. The smaller fry of fortune tellers are patronized by factory girls acd servants, who, like the rest of hu manity, have felt the prick of Cupid’s dart. These girls, from the time they begin to keep company, frequent these mediums and spend their hard-earned money in trying to ascertain whether their sweeth larts are good and true. In order to bnng the girls back again their feelings are played upon and all kinds of wildcat stories* are invented to entice them to return. Frequently these witch-hags cause young people of little or no education to sever their bonds of love, and thus many a young girl is mado liiiserauio through medium s mercenary machinations. A reporter had an extensive experience tisiting mediums in different parts of the city. “Is it a case of lost love or business reverses?” asked a medium on Noble street of the reporter, ‘’Lost love,” said the reporter, assuming an I-have- nothing-to-live for air. “Ah,” sighed the elderly female in a dowdy wrapper; “one dollar, please. My terms are strictly in advance, and I don’t take trade dollars under any circumstances.” The reporter handed out a one-dollar bill, and with a greasy pack of playing cards in a dark, dingy little parlor, the fortune-teller began to tell the reporter of his destiny. “You are in love with a young girl; she has dark brown hair and gray eyes; she toils for her bread from morn to eve; so do you; you stitch shoes or some thing of that box*, I see,” she went on, “there will be trouble between you; un pleasant letters will pass between you; she isn’t true to you; she likes you, but she doesn’t love you; she favors a young married man, with dark eyes and black hair; beware of him; you have known her for two years or more; in less than nine days, or weeks or months will pass you, you will break off with her. ‘ ‘Cut the cards as near the centre as you can,” went on the medium in a wheezy voice. The reporter obeyed her bidding, and feigning that he was suffering with a bleeding heart, he asked: "Will no other girl care for me?” “Oh,’.’said the fortune teller, “I see a young girl with a dark complexion. She is madly in love with you. bhe has only seen you twice, but she will see you in less than nine days. You will marry her inside of two years. She is very handsome and has great wealth.” The reporter’s face brightened at this prospect of liberation from comparative poverty. The cards tell me.” continued the medium, “that you won't lead a happy life for two years.” This phase of the prospect caused the reporter to shudder. “You are worried,” said the would-be prophetess, “do not try to hide it from me; but you will be happy in the end.” With these consoling words the reporter started to go. Just then the door bell rang, and two young girls, cheaply but flashily dressed, were ushered into the back room. “Come again in two days and tell me what has happened, and I can tell you more about your future,” said the me dium. When the reporter reached the street he crossed over to the opposite side and asked a man sitting on a doorstep, “Do many persons visit that medium?” “Yes, strings of them,” said the man on the step. “They are mostly young girls, ’ he continued, “begin to come about dark You see they don’t want to be seen going in daylight.” The reporter referred to his note book and found that a real trance medium held forth on 3d street in the neighbor hood of Girard avenue, and thirsting for more of the wonderful revelation he rang the door bell. There was a I’ght in the front room, but the moment the bell rang the light went out, and a middle-aged woman, wearing scraggy bangs and a dowdy gown which was a cross between a wrapper and a linen duster, opened the door far enough to poke her nose out and ask what was wanted. “I am in trouble,” said the reporter. “Ah, you mean business, do yoa? r queried the trance artist in a pleasing voice. “I do not know whether you call it business or something else,” said re porter; “I'm in love,” he continued, as the guilty blush of falsehood rushed to his face. “My terms for ‘gents’ is two dollars, ten minutes for a trance and twenty minutes for revelations,” said the woman in the dowdy gown. The reporter was ushered into a neatly-furnished room. It was dark, and an incense of dried herbs pervaded the room. The trance medium neatly tucked the two dollars away in her pocket with a business-like air, and seating herself in a low rocking chair before the reporter, began twitch ing her hands nervously and rubbing them over her forehead. She feigned sleep at once. All was still save the barking of a dog in tLe street and the heavy breathing of the woman, who thought she had caught a genuine flat. The middle-aged female sat with her eyes tightly closed and her hands pressed upon the forehead. While sue sat in this attitude the reporter watched her closely, and mentally estimated her as an old fraud. In something like ten minutes she rubbed her eyes, groaned, and awakened with a start, and ns she rubbed her eyes she said, in startled tones, “Where I am?" The reporter told her she was somewhere cn 3d street * Ohl” she exclaimed, “I remember all now, I have been in a trance, ohl what a heavenly dream I had about you. You aro deeply in love with a lovely blonde. She worships you. Y<>u do not know her, but she knows you and before the harvest moon dies you two will be engaged.” The reporter thrown into ft state of bhssflul testacy by this revelation, “When you get ac quainted with her do not let her see how madly you love her. Do not reveal your infatuation for her until she is thoroughly bound up in yon, then break the truth to her by degrees, and you will be very happy. Yon are going to change yonr business before nine days or weeks pass you, and you will make money rapidly.” Again the reporter smiled with ecstatic* joy. “The blonde young lady is highly accomplished,’’ continued the Gance artiste, “and you will be very proud of her.” There whs an awkward silence, which was broken by the reporter, who asked: “Is there any more?” “No; that is ali; isn’t that enough for two dollars?” The reporter concluded it was and left. At a place ou North 8th street an otner self-styled business medium told the reporter he wonld always remain a bachelor on account of his jealous dis position. “Fifty cents, please,” she said as she put np the cards, “and for a quarter extra I will give you a box of wizard powder, Scatter it about the house and it will keep death and disease from yonr door. Burn some of it in the fire and you will have good lack come to you.” In a place on Spring Garden net far fron’ tb** 'Headiiur deoot. four young girls barely fifteen were waiting to have their fortunes told, while a filth was bemg apprised of the past, present and future. The reporter hastily withdrew. A Big Blast. A dors’ Boiiias. r»»r» S rt*w**\4 wint fn • ‘Close the Circuit.” A telegraph operator in Chicago recently said about the strangest thing I remember was when 1 was working nights at a little siation on the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Road. The wire was pretty busy, for it was a bad, sleety night, and the trains all got off their time and had to get orders from the train dispatcher at almost every station. At about one o’clock in the morning the line was opened—that is. the circuit was broken—for a little while, and then I heard the word “Help” come over the line several tunes. The dispatcher be came very angry and when the line closed an instant he would make a figure 8, which means for everybody to close the circuit and keep off the line. That word ‘help’ came a dozen times or so, and then the line was lett open. Somehow I was awful’y frightened. 1 could feel chills running down my back, and felt as if there was something standing right behind me. We all had to switch our instru ments to another wire and finish up the work that needed to be done at once. Then we set about locating the break by means of our ground wires. While this was going ou I became very nervous and was sure something terrible had happened; and that same feeling that something was behind me grew until i was almost afraid to look. Then the door rigl^tpehind me opened, and the day operator stood a mo ment and said ‘Help’ in a strange, weird kind of voice, and went away with not another word, closing the door as he went. 1 was so frightened I did not tollow at once, but when I went out Frank—Frank Jefferson was bis name—was nowhere to be seen. I felt strange, kind of bewil dered, as if it was half dream and half real. When I went back m the office the dis patcher iiad located the break between my i filee ami the uext one east, ab»ut six mites away. In those days the operators were all supplied with climbers, and had to go out and repair lines under such cir cumstances, but 1 wouldn’t have gone out over the Hue that night for the whole rail road I was ordered to go east until I met the operator who would go out from the next station, but I didn’t do it. I said I would, and thin I lav down on my lounge and waited for something to turn up; and 1 knew it would be some thing terrible. I thought of Frank’s strange way of coming to the door and saying “Help'’ in so agonizing a tone, and then going away and not coming back, and I came to the conclusion there had been a smash up and Frank had run off to it. But if 1 had known 1 ought to no I couldn’t have done it, for 1 was as weak as a cat. in about half an hour the line was closed, and in another half hour a mas sage was received from the next station saying the break was at a bridge between our stations, amf that Frank Jefferson lay there with both legs cut off, dead, and with one end of the broken wire in his hand. We afterward learned that Frank had been over to the next town to a dance, and was coming home on a freight when he fell off unseen on the bridge and was run over. Then, with his little ramaining life, be crawled to the edge of the bridge, where tne telegraph wire was strung, and breaking the wire telegraphed the word ‘Help,’ that we heard by touching the ends together. If you can tell how it was I saw Frank in the doorway at the time he lay there dead, or dying, you can do more than I hope ever to do. Any way, 1 shall always think he died at just the minute i saw him in the doorway; and, moreover, 1 shall always think there ■s something true behind some of the ghost stories. Singular Fancies. •V /• tSSSEi iiC'-v Chief Jus 1 ice Waite will wear his summer sombrero at his home in Ohio. Gen. Grant is exceedingly fond of corned beef and cabbage. Paul du Chaillu is so thoroughly tanned that he looks like a bronze bust of himself. Gen. Crook wears his hair short. Judge Ritchie of Maryland has 16 beautiful and accomplished daughters, only one of whom is married. He keeps several shot guns and a dozen savage d >gs, besides haying his front stoop painted early every evening. Gov. Cleveland is so bashful that he can’t pass a pretty girl withont blush • ing. Ex-Gov. P'aisted of Maine has retired from the newspaper bosiness. Perhaps the price of paste is too high. Signor Ooccapieller of R >me is so broken np because a wretched composi tor set np his name as “Stinger Oater- p liar,” that he can just manage to crawl around. Congressman Lamb of Indiana feels so very mneix cat np over the assault of Saul C. Davis that he declines to eat green peas, Alderman Roe, the newly elected member of Parliament, is fond of shad, bat doesn’t like bass. Some of tnese Englishmen are queer fish, but admire Im Prince of Wftleft, asij For three months past preparations have been making for a great powder blast in the granite quarries at Syenite, about a hundred miles down the Mount ain milroad and immediately south of the St. Francis river, Missouri. The blast took place when 4,000 pounds of powder were discharged and over 50,000 tons of rock, by actual measurement, were lift ed and turned over in masses conveni ent for cutting into pavement blocks, and some 20,000 or 30,000 tons more moved so as to make future quarry ing operations comparatively easy. The place where the enormous blast took place, the greatest that has ever occured in any quarry in the United States, was on the face of a granite hill fronting to the north. At or near the foot of this hill a cutting some twenty-two feet deep had been made for quarrying in the usual way, but after this depth had been reached the rock was found so tightly bound that an ordinary quar ry blast had no effect on it, the force of tiie discharge coming directly out of the drill holes. Under these circumstan ces it was decided to run a tunnel from the bottom of the cut southwards through the hill. This was done and an entrance made 86 feet into the body of rock. When inis had been done it was found that the tunnel, which had start ed from the bottom of the cut 22 feet below the surface, was 47 feet below, the rise of the hill accounting for the difference. Then at the extremity of the tunnel a chamber eight feet in length was bored to the west, and about midway of the tunel another chamber of the same length was bored to the east. In each of these chambers 40 kegs, or 1,000 pounds, of iiowder were placed, and then rough masonry was built up in front of each chamber and down the length of the tunnel to about twenty feet north of the middle chamber, insu lated wires being carried from each charge to the mouth of the tunnel, and thence about 1,000 feet over the crest of the hill to the electric batteries The difficulty of the operation was largely enhanced by the heavy rains that have recently fallen, in fact had it not been for the rains which continually keep Hooding both tunnel and chambers, the blast would have taken place three weeks ago. On Wednesday night Mr. W. R. Allen, president of the granite company, was notified that the water had been pumped out and the mines charged, and that if nothing imforseen occurred, all would he in readiness to fire the shot on Thursday afternoon. He consequently went down by the morn ing train and superintended the final operations. The people in the neighborhood were considerably excited. There are about 1,000 inhabitants of the village of Syenite, and they were exercised about the safety of themselves and their houses. Most of them took the window-sashes out of their dwellings and carefully stowed them away in cotton or wool to prevent the blast smashing the glass, and some took the precaution of getting behind a hill about three miles away. It had been agreed that half an hour before the time for exploding the charges the steam-whistle of the works should lie blown, and when the shrill blast was heard about 3.30 In the afternoon it was amusing to see the people scampering off over the hills to places of safety. The blasting party, headed by Mr. Allen were the last to leave the cut. They picked their way quickly up the face of the hill, below’ which the voleauie charges lay, and finally reached the batteries. Un their way from the point of danger care was taken to look out and warn any stragglers that might have been found, but all seemed to have been so well informed on the subject that nothing in the semblance of hu manity could be seen outside of their own party. Having been thoroughly satisfied about the safety of others, Mr. Allen quietly took the cigar from his lips and said, “Shoot her off.” The battery operator turned the key, while anxiety was despicted on every face. The dead silence that ensued seemed awfully long, and the first impression was that the whole thing was a failure, and several minds were wondering who would be the first to have the hardihood to go down into th$ mine. But iust then, probably not half a second from the time the battery key had been turn ed, a slight quiver under foot was felt. The giant below had commenced his struggle. Then a low rumble, like the muttering of distant thunder, and then a loud roar, which reverberated through the distant hills; and that was followed by the sound of falling rock vast masses. This last sound was followed by the appearance of a vast volume of dense smoke which rose in great white columns and floated over the entire valley. Men who have been in in bat tle at Petersburg said they had never seen the like before. But the blast had been successful and thousands of tons of rock lay ready for the hand of the stone-cutter, and so perfect had been the airangements that not a soul w r as hurt. Hardly had the reverberations ceased when the people who had fled with so much precipitation commenced rushing back with equal speed. The impelling power now was to see effects of the ex plosion of which they had been in such terror. The thick smoke that was floating away on the breeze had left be hind dense volumes of poisonous gases. Sulphuric and carbonic acid gases in va rious proportions filled all the hollows and dents in the neighborhood of the blast. In vain did the party in charge attempt to warn them back. Curiosity was as powerful in one direction as ter ror had been in another. They would throng into the place. Eight of the ad vance guard ot the rushing crowd were taken by the gases and promptly asphyxiated. Others not quite so eager took warning by the titillation of their throttles and withdrew m time to save loss of consciousness. The too eager ones were in a few minutes di-agged out by experienced men, who with closed nostrib and much daring went to the rescue. All were finally restored to consciousness" and life, but they will re member the experience to their dying day, particularly an old gentlemen whose life hung many minutes in the balance. The effect of the blast was most satisfactory to ftU concerned, Tha Latest American Silks. As a rule, only the small fry actors are left lounging around the lamp-posts and bill boards of Union Square. The better people—perhaps no better than those who remain, rat the people who earn the better salaries at any rate- have found rest and recreation in many shady nooks around about the country side. It is only necessary to visit some of these actors’ retreats to realize how trite is the notion that actors are all Bohemians, living from hand to mouth without visible means of support. Why along the New Jeisey coast from Sandy Hook to Ocean Grove there are two dozen actors’ homes as elegant and comfortable as any man in good circumstances wiv’\ wish tu see. On the brow of the Iltjhlands of N’&ve- sink, looking out upon the boundless waters, three or four of them have es tablished their lares and penates. Joseph Wheelock way,the pioneer here. He has a plain little cottage, but in definitely comfortable and cosy. But within a stone’s throw there is the more pretentious and more modern home of the Websters—John of that ilk and Nellie McHenry his wite, the cleverest of soubrettes—and beside this again is the still larger place of W. It. Hayden, manager of Tom Keene. The house, which will be a large one, is not yet finished, and will cost altogether some $20,000. The view that is to be obtained from the front stoop of these three houses is not to be surpassed in all America. Half a mile inland is the beautiful house Neil Burgess is building. Four or five miles over the coast there is the Queen Anne band-box of Oliver Doud Byron. It runs from the road right down to the spacious beach, and Byron is never tired of putting additional bits to this house, and by the way, though seldom spoken of because he runs to a low order of art, Byron is one of the wealthy actors. He has three or four lots on Monmouth Beach, and half a dozen houses in Brooklyn. All this has been obtained at the price of great frugality; but at home Byron is “one of the boys.” Driving down Ocean avenue a little way further on there is a tract of land fronting on the sea, belonging to little Maggie Mitchell. It is worth $75,000. Beyond the United States, one of the handsomest cottages seen on the great drive is Theodore Moss’s. But he has rented it of late years and lives near Red Bank, on the Shrewsbury, with his family. FrankMaeder’s and >£ate Sals- bury’s little places are oul’leasure Bay. Beyond the West End Hotel there is the famed Actors’ Row, beginning with John Hoey’s magnificent place. Further on there is .Mary Anderson’s pretty estate, which ‘lie acquired from Matt Canning, the manager. It is about eight acres in extent and increas ing in value every year. Next door, so to speak, is John w. Albaugh’s place. It is comfortable and pleasant, but one of the smallest of all of them. Almost opposite is the house and ex tensive grounds belonging to Mr. William Henderson, late the manager of the Standard Theatre, and the gen tleman who thinks that, by process of law, he can prevent Lillian Russel! from singing in London. Mrs. Hen derson is the w ife of Mr. Henderson, but Ettie Henderson is more. She has written at least one successful play, and some years back w’as a star actress of renown. She has a charm ing daughter. Further up the road there is the Chaufrau, among them all the most homelike and beautiful. The old house stretches over a good area of ground. From the low porch we enter the plain suite of rooms, in the princi pal of which an ample sideboard is full of hospitable retiectioas. No kin der host, no more beautiful hostess than rule this charming home. A side road running toward Elberon leads to Maggie.Mitchell’s home. Nature, too, has beautifully endowed the place witn its old and rare trees, its beautiful shrubbery and its general Old World air. It forms one of the most pleas ant to visit of all these actors’ homes. Diagonally opposite here is the old Wallack estate, where the prince of all the Wallacks, James W., had his home. Here he died. Here Mr. William Wallack passed away some two years since, and the estate went to Miss Fanny Prestyr, a distant relative of Mr. Wallack. Its last noted tenant w’as Mr. John Russell Young, just before he was appointed Minister to China. Looking down the coast and leaving Actors’ Row behind we find no further homes of them tilt we come to Ocean Grove, but then we are well rewarded Here Lewis Morrison has built him a house that is as pretty as anything along the whole coast. Here his wife, Rose Wood, passes an almost ideal life between her two charming daughters, from whom Mabel-Rose villa derives its.name. This is the newest of the actors’ homes along this coast, but several more are going up this coming year. It may be w’orth while to devote a few pages by and by to other actors’ homes in other places, for tliis list does not include one-quarter of them. Evergreens on the Farm. Dming a recent visit to a farmer re siding in the neighborhood of Minneapo lis, we became more impressed than ever that evergreens add more to the beautiful appearance of a farm home than deciduous trees. They are not only ornamental, but they are useful as wind-breaks. The picturesque appear ance of evergreens when tastefully set out around the buildings and in the lawns, causes an enjoyment to everyone who visits the neighborhood, and what is interesting to those who set them out on their premises is that, besides the beauty they impart, they are per fectly handy. The Norway spruce Scotch, Austrian, while and native pine, red and white cedar are in morn grounds as hardy as the oak. We fine these and other varieties of evergreens in the hands of all our nurserymen, so it is in the province of all to purcl as. them at a small expense. Iowa and Illinois report poor corn prospect. In some localities the corn is rotting in the grond.aDd considerable replanting is necessary, It Is not generally known, certainly not among the wearers of silk fabrics, how the manufactured product of this country has advanced of late years or how closely It competes in everything but price with the finest production of the looms of France. Many still asso ciate the idea of American silk with the woolly black spun silk as it was present ed to the public years before capital, skill aud enterprise had developed the present magnificent result. The largest silk manufactory in ths country is in New York city, and an examination of its fabrics is sufficent to demonstate its possession of knowledge and skill equal to any achievement or any demand that may be made upon^bem within indus trial possibilities. The fabrics in vogue at the present time are damasks, bro caded silks in two tones and solid black and in combinations of armure with satin Ottoman and . armure, the latter forming the figure upon an Ottoman ground, or interchangeably the satin forming the figure upon an armure ground, with flat outlines which form the shading to what is often as complete a composition as if made for a picture. These are as rich in texture and true in workmanship as any silk made abroad, and are perfectly pure. The wear there. fore, can be guaranteed. Nothing can be imagined more suitable for an elegant dress than these handsome fabrics with the armure figure woven through and through the soft, thick, close satin sur face, so that fraying or “rubbing up” is an impossibility, and the silk must re main rich and fine toned to the last. When it is considered that these beauti ful fabrics can be purchased at retail for $2.50 per yard, and that a large quantity is not needed, for they are so complete in themselves that trimming or overlaying reduces rather than heightens their dis tinction and general effect, it will he seen that this is really obtaining beauty and elegance at a minimum cost, com pared with the prices of some years ago, before we had a really handsome Amer ican silk in the market. In plain silks the newest and most fashionable, as well as the most effec tive, is the Ottoman Supreme, which, as every one knows, is a thick, ribbed, satin-finished silk, which can be used equally well alone or in combination. This has the fast woven back and will not pull or slip. It has very largely tak en the place of gros-grain and almost entirely of plain satin, as it hojds light and shade and proves so much more be coming than a plain, smooth surface. The surahs, which are very fine and soft in texture, with a satin twill woven into the body of the fabric, which ren ders them very serv iceable, have now an enduring place in the list of inexpensive silks because of their adaptability to many pretty and graceful purposes— their use in making up into lovely even ing dresses for young girls who cannot’ properly wear heavy flowered and da mask silks. One of the specialties is a surah of heavy aud extra quality, which works up beautifully in conjunction with fine cashmere or camel’s-hair cloth, and is particularly well adapted for summer silk suits, black (gathered) cloaks and other purposes where a soft, silken, graceful aud easily draping ma terial is required. Heavy black is a specialty, but there is-an infinite variety of lovely colorings in Surah, the newest being apricot, three different shades of strawberry, electric blue, a new shade gendarme, the gray blue, known as “cadet, ’ ’ aud the bronze shades. Terra cotta is still good, but superseded large* y by the strawberry shades. Colors and combinations of colors in the silks of American manufacture are considered superior, if anything, to the imported. We do not yet see any in which so many colors are put into one pattern as are found in some foreign silks, but in purity of color and skill and taste in grading, shading and com bination American silks cannot be sur passed. Among the most recent com binations are olive and strawberry, electric blue and terra cotta, strawberry in two tones, one forming the satin ground, the other an armure design upon it. A brown armure design upon black is quiet but very rich, and there are very striking effects in black and gold, and black and cardinal. The white brocades of this manufac ture are beautiful—as rich as could he desind for the finest evening and bri dal dresses, yet forming a comparative ly modest, and certainly not extrava gant, toilet for an important occasion. All that is necessary to complete it is ace at the neck and upon the sleeves. Father Iturke. Father Burne, wno aied July 2nd, was born in Galway on September 8, 1830. In 1847 he went to Perugia, Italy, where he became a member of ihe Order of St. Dominic, taking the name of Thomas Aquinas. From Perugia he was sent to Rome, where he spent five years in study. He was or- lained in England and spent four years >n a mission in Gloucestershire. At che end of that time he established a novitiate for the Order of St. Dominic it Tallaght, County Dublin, where be i-emained as master of novices for seven ,’ears. During this period he visited various parts of Ireland and became famous throughout the island for his eloquence. He was next called to Rome and made Sujterior of St. Clement’s che oldest basilica in the city. He re- .nained at Rome several years, taking irom 1859 to 1804 the place of the ■resent Cardinal Manning as the preach er of the Lenten sermons in the Church af Santa Maria del Popolo. In 1864 he returned to Dublin. In October, 1871, Father Burke came to the United states as Visitor-General of his order, ind for about a year he delivered a ser mon or lecture almost daily, the pro ceeds being devoted to public cbaiitiei. Jn November 12, 1872, he began at ths Academy of Music in .New York a leries of lectun s in reply to Mr. James A. Froude’s views ou the relations be tween England and Ireland. There lectures, which gave rise to an animal- ed controversy, were published in 18! 3 under the titles of “English Misrule in Ireland” and “Ireland’s Case Stated iu in Reply to Mr, Froude.” Father Burke also published “Lectures and Sermons” (18 i3) and “Lectures on Faith and Fatherland.” He was re cognized as a preacher of rare eloquence * earneetaett. M«w Stylo* In Fan*. Who that has attended the circus, listening to the stale gags and jokes of the painted clown, while the band blares and toots out “My Mary Ann,” but has heard the melodious voices of of the boys that sell fruit, candies and peanuts on the seats as he yells out, “Wave-coolers, onty a nicker apiece— the palm-leaf fan. Buy one ?” Fans are common now, yet there are many uncommon fans. The styles have greatly changed for the better since the days when the huge peacock-feather fan and palm-leaf were known at every colonial settlement and camp meeting. Droppiug into one of the largest dry goods stores in Chicago, while the mer cury was steadily climbing from the middle of the box clear up higher than the prtce of butter, and the counter where the collection of fans were spread out was thronged by fair buyers, when a lull in business permitted the neat looking lady saleswoman to talk to a reporter, she remarked: “Yes, the hot weather is making sales lively. We began to feel discouraged when the w r eather was so cold, and there were few sales except ‘party fans,’ or wed ding downs.’ “There are a few new styles in fans, but I think they are mostly very home ly. A new thing is a Japanese uin, only to tell you the truth, it is made in this country. It is a long handle, has a black silk center, with hideous hand- painted ‘Jap’ scenes, and with small bangles all around the edge. Some of the old fans used to be ones with hand- painted portrait of Garfield and mourn ing fringes. “ Here is a crape mourning fan, and here a white point lace and down fan lor weddings. This one is worth $15. Here is the highest priced fan in the store. It is mother-of-pearl sticks and point lace body, with pearl-dust on the lace. It is imported from Paris. But we had one fan here for a Wabash- aveuue lady that was specially ordered for her from Paris, and cost $125. It was of point lace, with antique designs, and was a beauty. Now here are some nice little fans that will be all the rage among young girls for street and theater use. They are long handles, fully eighteen inches long, with an oval body of black silk, some having hand-painted flowers and ferns in the center; others little birds of genuine feather. Some miniature pea cocks, others gold-plated monograms in the center, while black lace fringes en circle most of them. Now, you would think that these fans would be very costly, but they ain’t. It is surprising how cheap these fans are manufactured. It only takes about 50 or 75 cents to possess these fans. “ There are some cheap fans here in this lot, ranging from 15 cents to 25 cents. Here is oms, a nice little com ceil in straw’, yltm braided finely, ana then turns and folds up. Here is a cheap fan, a regular Chinese make, with odd figures on the nee paper, and little bells. Here is a fan of swan’s down, fsr some fair belle, that will cost her parent something like $20. It has diamond dust strewn over it. “Here are the palm leafs that are almost given away. They come in ship loads, packed in crates, to New York, and are then sent over the land. An old idea at the seashore last year was to have your sweetheart’s portrait painted on silk of light tints, with odd couplets at the bottom. Oh, I could tell you of many funny points in fans, but I must attend to these ladies,” aud the fair saleslady moved away, while the-re porter sw’am out. Bow Via the Hamlkerchlef Clot There? THE VERDICT -or- THE PEOPLE. BUY THE BEST! Mr. J. O. Boirt—Dear Sir: I bought the Oral Davis Machine sold by yon over Ove years ago for my wife, who has given It a long and fair trial. I am well pleased with It. It never gives any rouble, and la as good as when first bought. J. W. BOI.ICK. Wlnnsboro, S. C., April 1888. Mr. Boss: Ton wish to know what I have to say lit regard to the Davis Machine bought of you three years ago. I feel l cut’t say too much In its favor. I made about $80,no within five months, at times running it so fast that the needle would get pet- fectly hot from friction. I feel conddent 1 could not have done the same work with aa much ease and so well with any other machine. No time lost In adjusting attachments. The lightest running machine I have ever treadled. Brother James and Wiitiama’ families are as much pleased with their Davis Machines bought ot yon. I want no better machine. As I said before, I don’t think too mucu can ne saiu tor me uavia Macuine. Reapeitfully, Ellen stevenson. FalrQ-ld County, April, 1838. MilBoag: My michine gives me perfect satist faction. 1 and no fault with It. The attachments a' e so simple, i wish for no better than the Davts Vertical Feed. Respectfully. Mrs. R. Milling. Falrfleld county, Apri 1 ,1883. Mr. Boag: 1 bought a navis Vertical Feed ewiug Mac hine from you four years ago. I am alighted with it. It never has given ms any rouble, and has never been the least out of order. It is as good as when I first bought tt. I can cheerfully recommend It. Respectfully, Mrs, M. J. Kirilano. Montlcelio, Apnl 30,1883. This Is to certify that I have been using a Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine for over tw lyesrs, purchased of Mr. J. O. Boag. I haven’t found 11 p assessed of any fault—all the attachmenta are so simple. It nevertefnses to work, aud la certainly the lightest running in the market. I consider It a first class machine. Very respectfully. Minnie m. Willingham. Oakland, FalrQeld county, S. O. Mr Boag: t am wen pleased in every particot with the Davis Machine nought of you. I think a flrai-claas machine In every respect. Yon knew you sold several machines of the same make to different members of our families, all of whom, as far aa I know, are well pleased with them. Respectfully, MRS. M. H. Moblst. Falrfleld county, April, 1833. This Is to certify we save haa m constant aai - the Davis Machine bought of youabont three years ago. As we take In work, and have made the irlce of it several times over, we don’t want anv letter machine. It is always ready to do any kind of work we have to do. No puckering or skipping stitches. We can only say we are well pleased and wish no better machine. Catherine Wylie and Sister. April 8S. 1838. I have no fault to And with my mach ne, and don’t want any better. I have nude toe price ot It several times by taking la sewing. It is always ready to do as work. I think It a drat-class ma chine. 1 feel I can t say too mnch for the Davis Vertical Feed Machine. Mrs. Thomas Smith. Faiifleld county, April, 1833. The s:reat Robert Until in went by royal command to Saint O'oud to give a show bsfore Lovtia Philippe and his family. In the course of this sho v he borrowed six handkerchiefs from the audience. Then various members ot the audience wrote down on slips ot paper the name of places whither they would like the handkerchiefs to be transported. This done, the conju rer asked the King to chooae three of these slips at random, and from the three to select the place he preferred. “Gome,” said Louis Philippe, “let us see what is on this slip.” I should like them to be found under one of the candlesticks on the man- tlepicce. “That is too easy for a wizard; let us try again.” I should like them to be found on the dome of the Invalides. “That is too far, not for the handker chiefs, but for us. Aid you will, 1 fear, and it difficult to comply with the request on the last slip.” The request was that the handkereniefs should be found in the box ot the last orange tree on the right band of the avenue at St. Oloud. i be conjurer expressed bis readiness to comply with the request, and the King immediately sent off a party of men to keep guard over the orange tree. The conjurer put the handkerchiefs under a bell of thick glass, waved hts wand took up the bell, and showed a white dove in place of the handkerchiefs. Then the King, with a skeptical smile, sent orders to the head gardener to open the box of the orange tree chosen, and to bring what ever he might find there. “Si toutefois il y trouve quelque chost.” This was done, and presently there was brought it an iron coffer covered with rust “Well,” cried the King, “here we have a coffer. Are the handkerchiefs in it?” “Yes, sire,” replied Robert Houdin, “they have been there s long time." “A long time, when it was only a quarter of an hour since they were given to you!” “What, sire, would be the use of magic if it could not perform impossible feau? Your Majesty would be burprised when I prove to you that the coffer and its contents have been in the liox of the orange tree for s xty years. The King now observed that a key was needed to open the box, and Robert Boudin asked him to take the key which was hung by a ribbon round the white dove’s neck. Tins was a key os rusty as the coffer, which it opened, and toe first tuing found in the coffer was a parchment bettriEg these words: *To-day, June 6, 1786, Una iron coffer, holding six hand kerchiefs, has been placed amid Uie roots of an orange tree by me, Balsamo, Count of Cagliostro, to aid the accompliahc.snt of a magical feat which will be done thia day sixty years before Louise Fhiiippe ot Urieans and hia family.” Below the parchment lay a packet sealed with Cag- Jioatro’a seal, which was well known :o the King, and in the. packet were ttie six borrowed handkerchiefs, “detour,*' says Robert Houain, and we can well believe it) “me Ttflut de Till •pp.’Mtdisemeats.” Mr. J. O. Boag—Pear Sir: It gives me m iab pleasure to testify to uie merits of the Davis Ver- Ucal Feed Setring Machine. The machine I got of yon about live years ago. baa been almost In con stant use ever since that lime. I cannot see that it is worn any, and has not cost me one cent for repairs since we have had it Am well pleased and don’t wish lor sny better. Yoon tru'y, Robt. Crawford, Granite Quarry, near Wlnnaboro S. C. We have used the Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine for the laat five years. We would not have any other make at any pnoe. The machine has given us anbounoea satisfaction. Very reapectfully, Mrs. W. K. Turner and Daughters^ Falrfleld county, S. C., Jan. 87,1831. Having bought a Davts Vertical Feed Sewing Machine from Mr. J. O. Boag soine three year* ago, and It havtng given me perfect satisfaction In every res[>ect aaa family machine both for beaiy and light sewing, and never needed the least re pair In any way, I can cheerfully recommend It to any one as a flrat-claas machine In every particu lar, and think It second to none. It la one ot the simplest machines made; my children use It with all ease. The attachments are more easily ad justed and it doe i a greater range of work by meanaofits Vertical Feed than any other ma chine I have ever seen or uaed. Mrs. Thomas owing*. Wlnnsboro, Falrfleld county, S. C. We have had one of the Davis Machines about four years and have always fonnd It ready to do all kinds of work we have bad occasion to da Can’t set tnat the machine 1* worn any, and works as well ss wnen new. Mrs. W. J. Crawford, Jackson’s Creea, Falrfleld county, a C. My wife is highly pleased with the Davis Ma- cblue bought ot yon. Sue would not take doable witat site gave for It. The machine haa out been ont of order since she had it, and she can do any kind of work on It. Very Respectfully, Jas. F. Free. Montlcelio, Falrfleld county, S. C. The Davis Sewing Machine Is simply s treas ure Mrs. J. A. uoodwtn. Ridgeway, N. C., Jan. 10. 1383. J. O Boag, Esq., Agent-Dear Sir: My wife haa ueen using a Davis Sewing Machine constant ly tor the past four years, and It haa never needed any repairs an i works Just as well as when Or at bought She says it will do a greater rang* of practical work end do it easier and better than any machine she uas ever used. We cheerfully recommend It as a No. 1 family machine, Your tru_y, Jas. Q. Davts. Wlnnsboro, S. C., Jan. S, 1188. Mr. Boag : I have always fonnd my Davis Ma chine ready do all Binds of to work I have had oc casion to do. I cannot ae* that the machine Is worn a particle and it wonts as wed as wnen new. Bespectfudy, Mrs. R. C. Goodin*. Wlnnsboro, 8. c., April, 1888, mr. Boag : My wife haa been constantly using the Davts Machine I I have never regretted having it, as it is always ready for any kind of fRiutly ■ iWi heavy or light, repairs.