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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.
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• ‘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.
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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.