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I MW TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO. S. 0.. SEPTEMBER 1. 1883. ESTABLISHED 1848 A SHAKE OF THE HAND. * », . W j '1, t I 1 1. [A . S', One day upon the busy street, ▲ dear old friend I chanced to meet, From a far distant land; His face with pleasure was alight. He asked me, "Is all with you right?” And clasped and shook my hand. It was not any word he said, Hut just that care and sorrow tied As if at his command. ’Twas not the smile npon his lip, But just the honest, hearty grip, With which he shook my hand. Oh, lips may touch, and eyes may meet, And lx>th be false and both be sweet! But no one need be told, When fingers touch and coldly part They have not touched a feeling heart, Or love is turning cold. The hand is index sure and true Unto the heart; you will not rue If you its lesson take; Heed not the promise of the lip, But trust the firm and honest grip, The strong yet tender shake. And, oh, the strength and confidence The sympathy, the happy sense, With which we understand! The subtle, secret power we feel When meeting fingers but reveal, The heart within the hand! A CRUEL BLOW, “The most dangerous and trouble some men,” said Dr. Redtield, “are those who should be regarded as fools, but for some unexplained reason are not. Here now is a beautiful and love ly young woman suddenly deprived of reason just on the eve of her marriage to a worthy young man on whom the blow has fallen with crushing force. Two lives blighted perhaps forever by an act that should consign it s perpe trator to a prison and a lunatic asylum for each alternate year of the remaind er of his life.” These remraks related to a practical joke played by a reckless and impru dent young man, one Fred Losher, the victim of his criminal folly being his cousin, Florence Percival, whose mar riage would haye taken place the next day. The railway train which wjis bring ing her prosiiective husband from his home three hundred miles away, was behind time about live hours, delayed by a heavy storm, which had also pros trated the telegraph lines, so that no information in regard to the cause of the detention could be obtained. The train came in at last, however, all right, and without having sustained any serious accident. The bride groom elect, Frank McAllister, alight ed from the cars, going first to the hotel, from whence, in half an hour, he would have reported himself at the residence of his betrothed. That foolish cousin, however, w r ho had been sent to the station tr obtain the earliest news of the delayed traiu, came rushing back to the house to bring the tidings, but thought it would be a capital joke, as he afterwards said, to give his cousin at first a good scare. “Well, Florence,” he exclaimed, “Frank has been heard from at last. The train’s smashed—forty persons killed—and he among them!” A bewildered, half-conscious look was followed by a fearful scream, and poor Florence had fallen uncon scious. ^ Dr._ Red field, the family physician, who chanced to be passing the door, was immediately with the patient, and doing his utmost to arrest the progress of those terrible convulsoins, but with scarcely any success. X young brother of Florence was the only person with her at the time that startling announcement was made; but his version of what had occurred was so clear and positive that the reckless fellow who was the author of the mis chief did not attempt to contradict or deny the boy’s statement. \ Had the life of the dear girl been suddenly destroyed by the careless dis charge of a pistol, fired by some one who did not stop to consider in w'hat direction he was pointing, the conster nation and sorrow of the family could scarcely have been greater. Frank McAllister knelt at the side of the in sensible girl, giving vent to his feelings in an agony of grief. In the meantime, the young block head by whose ci'iminal folly the mis chief had been done, was dodging around in a dozen directions, telling everybody how very sorry he was for what had happened, and asking each one to tell him what service he could render. He subsided, however, and made himself less prominent after having been re peatedly told that his immediate de parture from the scene of the trouble would gratify everyone. Tire terrible shock was followed, as the doctor predicted it would be, by a typbomania, that continued three weeks—the patient’s life, in the mean time, being suspended in a balance which the weight of a feather might turn. At the end of that time the malady began to take a different form. The cerebral excitement appeared to have exhausted its force and to be passing away, but the light of reason did not return. The one terrible thought, that her lover had been crushed to death, had gone through and possessed her whole mind, and there did not seem to be any way to remove it. The first question she asked, when, looking as if making an effort to reason once more, was how long it would be before she could go to Frank’s funeral. When assured that he was not dead, but still alive, and actually in the room at that moment, the meaning of the words did not seem to enter her mind, for she again repeatedly asked, in a pleading way: “Please let me go to Frank’s funer al!” Her lover, who had been with her, or near her, almost continually, then came rorward, and, sitting down beside her, took one of her hands, saying: “I am not dead, dear Florence! I am alive and here witu you.” But his kind words only brought a bewildering stare. “You! Who are yea!” she asked “I do not know you! I never saw you before. You are not my dear Frank— he is dead; and now they will not even let me go to his funeral. Did you know T rank? you look some like him, and I believe you are trying to pass yourself for him. Go away from me! you trouble me!” “There is hope in her case,” said tho doctor, when at his next visit this inci- dent was related to him. By the earnest desire of the parents and other friends of the patient, Flor ence was retained at home instead of being sent to an asylum for lunatics, Dr. Redfield giving her his daily, and, in fact, almost constant attention. In this way three months of painful and anx ious suspense, with no certainty in re gard to the final result, passed. “You are a good singer, I believe,” said the doctor addressing young Mc Allister, as they were sitting together on the veranda, where they had been talking for a half-hour in regard to the care of poor Florence. • “Well, yes; I am a fair singer,” re plied Frank. “Florence and I have been accustomed to sing together, es pecially when much younger, and be fore I moved away from the city. We were at one time members of a juvenile choir for two years. ” “Well, my dear fellow,” said the doc tor, “I am disposed to try another which may not be of the least use to our dear Flonence, but can certainly do her no harm. I want you to come into one of the ad joining rooms occasionally—only do not let her see you—and sing some of those old songs, which you and she have been accustomed to sing together, with the deepest interest, and let us see what the result will be.” “Who is that singing?” asked Flor ence, starting up and looking around suddenly and earnestly. “It sounds like the voice of my dear Frank, who is now in Heaven. How triad I would be to go there and live with him.” This remark was made the first time the experiment was tried, the patient being - at the time more composed than usual. “It does sound like Frank singing,” the doctor finally said; “but I do not see how we could hear him if he is al ready in Heaven. 1 think it must be nearer than that.” The exiieriment was, however, con tinued only a short time, as the patient became very much excited after a few moments, and buret into tears, begging to be allowed to go and join her dear Frank in the world to which she knew he had gone. Similar experiments were repeated frequently, occasions being selected when Florence was most quiet and not liable to be too much excited; her lover, in the meantime, passed around from one room to another, sometimes quite near to her, and then in a distant part of the house. In this way these experiments had continued for some two or thr^weeks, with encouraging results. imength, one day when the patient was sitting up im her chair, and more quiet than usual, the familiar notes of “The Last Rose of Summer” sounded out clear and dis tinct. Florence immediately joined her own voice to that of the unseen singer; then, as if forgetting that she had ever imagined that her lover was dead, she sprang from her chair—the doctor grasping her arm at the same instant— and fixing upon him an earnest and in telligent look, exclaimed: “Doctor, that is my dear Frank! He is in the next room! Why does he not come in here!” . She would have gone to find him at once, but Dr. Redfield finally pureuaded her to sit down and let him go and see if he could find him. “Go in at once,” directed the doctor, “but in a perfectly natural way; do not show the least excitement. I will come after a few moments, but you had better go in and meet her alone.” Ten minutes later the doctor entered quietly, and had the happiness of seeing his patient sitting by the side of Frank, clasping his hands in her own. “Why,Doctor,’’she exclaimed, “here is my dear Frank! He has come at last! He says the cars were off the track, and were delayed a few hours. We were to be married to-morrow, you know.” “Yes, Florence,” said the doctor, taking her hand kindly; “but you have not been very well lately, and it will be better to defer your marriage for a few days.” “But you will not go away any more, Frank, until after our wedding?” said Florence, anxiously. “No, indeed,” said her lover, the tears starting to his eyes. “And we will be married just as soon as you are well enough for us to go on our wedding tour.” No allusiqp was made at that time to w’hat had occurred, but aftersome days, in answer to her questions, the was gradually permitted to learn the whole truth. Of the sudden fright, however, she remembered nothing. The last thing her memory recalled in connec tion with that occurred about four hours previous to. that event, when her father, as she said, came in and told her that the traiu was behind time, having been due i or an hour. All after that was a blank, the terrible shock having, by some strange law of the mind, reflected backward, so as to wipe out entirely the recollection of what had occurred in those fonr preceding hours. She referred, however, occasionally to having heard Frank singing in the adjoining rooms, and wondered wliy he did not come in where she was. This had seemed, however, more like a dream Jhan a reality. Her recovery was rapid. Although possessed of a highly wrought nervous temperament, her constitution previous to this sad affair, had been good, and her health was soon restored, leaving no trace of the mental disturbance and injury she had suffered. The marriage took place soon after her complete recovery. Hpw Lightning Won. Ihe Illustnrte Garten Zeitung says it is the easiest thing in the world to foretell the weather by observing the common American white pine (Finns ttkobus). If we are to expect rain or snow within a reasonably short space of time, the branches of the last two sea sons’ growth will be pendnlonr. If such weather be a long way off. ihe branch es will be raised rather than droop ing. An old racer in Texas tells the fol lowing tale in relation to a race was run in that State. The sun was past meridian and the crowd, thanks to the lubricating influences of the mescal and aguadiente, was in a tine condition for fun of the roughest sort. There were wrestling matohes, sparring mat ches, foot races around the plaza, much betting on favorites, wild cheers for the victors, derisive yells for the de feated, songs, curses, laughter, shout ing, drinking, smoking—a carnival of semi-barbaric pleasure. The event of the day and the last act on the pro gramme before the bade was the horse races. There were two or three of mi nor importance and a free-for-all, in which the entries were so numerous that the horses dashed down the course wedged tightly together and the judges were at aloes whether to decide that all won or all lost. The great race was last of all. There were two entries. The ranger Terriente entered Ms black gelding Niggor and Neueces Nick, another ranger brought forward his bay gelding Lightning. These two horses were about equally matched, but it was believed by the knowing ones that Lightning was the better horse. There was considerable money staked on the result and Mustang Joe was a heavy backer of Lightning. He learned be fore the race was called that Lightning’s owner was giving odds on the other horse, and he made up his mind that the boys were doing a little “jockeying,” which would be sure to result to las pecuniary disadvantage. “Nigger” was ridden by a diminutive muchacho, w’ho answered to the name of Pedro, aud “Lightning” was mounted by a little black boy who lived across the river. J ust before the drivers mounted their steeds “Neueces Nick” pushed his way to the side of the little darkey and whispered something in his ear. The juvenile Fifteenth Amendment nodded and grinned. Mustang Joe saw this little by-play and walked down the track, taking up his position about midway between the start and finish. The distance to be mn was a quarter of a mile, and after all preliminaries had been arranged the judges took up their positions, the horses were got ready and at the word they both sprang for ward and dashed down the track side by side. It was plain to be seen from the first that “Nigger” was being “forced” to his best pace aud that “Lightning” was being “pulled” by the tiny descendant of ilain perched on his back. “Nigger’ll win by a half neck!” cried one of the crowd, aud just then the horses passed Mustang Joe. “Lightning” was next to him and he yelled to the driver as the horses dashed past. The little negro turned his udad and Mustang Joe covered him with his six-shooter. “Let out that hoss!” he cried, “or I’ll blow ye full er holes!” The eyes of the Ethiopian rolled in their sockets until nothing could be seen but the whites, his teetu chattered and he relaxed his grip on the bridle reins. Like a rocket Lightning snot forward past the other horse aud dashed across the finish about two lengths ahead. The backers of the bay horse cheered wildly; those who had a “sure thing” and lost on the black were cor respondingly glum, and as “Mustang Joe” pocketed his winnings he winked slyly and said: “Boys, when ye put up er job ter’ jockey’ me ergin, why—don’t do hit !” Thebe*. E?en what is left of Thebes would re quire volumes—as indeed volumes have been written from the standpoint both of the archwologist and the amateur sight seer. There is constantly recur ring and increasing astonishment, not unmixed with admiration, at the majes tic conceptions of this ancient people, the skill which enabled them to carry them out, and the art displayed in painting, sculpture and architecture, which has defied time and outlined ages. It would be easy to give meas urements and number columns and esti mate labor and time and money em ployed; but after all is done the result would only be unsatisfactory. One must see to understand, to realise, to appreciate, To verify the extent of Thebes, as g.ven by ancient historians, is impossible now; for, if walL it ever had, there is no vestige of them left. The ruins of the four or five great ieiupleo that are left, which lie on both sides of the Nile, give some idea of the immense space it covered, aud still more of its unparalleled grandeur. From the temple of Luxor to that of K trnak—which is the largest and most splendid miu of ancient or modern times—a distance of two miles, there are still louud traces of the long avenue of sphinxes which connected the two. Though the different temples of Thebes and even the different parts of the same temple, were built at different epochs, there is a general symmetry ot plan. Majestic gateways covered with sculp tures, generally represeating offerings to the monarohs or gods, and guarded by gigantic statues or obelisks, lead into large cou>ts with columned ooindors on either side, through which one passes i ito the sanctuary and other apartments of the temple. At Karnak there seems to be a great confusion of pylons and propylon^, avenues of sphinxes, courts and corri dors, obelisks and pillars, and statues and temples innumerable. The explanation of this continuous series of temples is to be found in the fact th .t each successive monarch tried to outdo his predecessors by making additions to their work of still greater size aud magnificence. One of the ar obiteors has le(t a hieroglyphic descrip tion of his labors, a passage from which, being interpreted, reads: “1 performed the best I could for the people of Amen (Amen was the chief deity of Thebes) as architect ot my lord. I executed the pylon of Raine ses IL the friend of Amen, who listens to those who pray to him at the first gate of the temple of Amen. I placed obelisks of the same made of granite. Their height reached to the vault of heaven. A propylon is before the same in sight of the city of Thebes, and ponds aud gardens with flourishing trees. I made two great double-doors of gold. Their height reaches to heaven. I c iused to be made a double path of great masts. I set them up in the splendid court in sight of his tem ple.” These building- and their aces series are all constructed on so large a scale and the proportions are so great that it is difficult to realize at first their im mensity. In one of the apartments of rhe temple of Karnak, known as the great hall, the lintel stones of the door way were 40 feet 10 inches in length. It measures 170 by 329 feet, and is sup ported by a central avenue of 12 col umns, 62 feet high, and ] 1 feet 6 inches in diameter, Besides these, tu- hi* 9 other rows of columns measuring 42 j feet in bight and over 9 feet in diame ter. Such measurements, however, while they may suggest something of ancient skill aud soieqee, arc usel >ss in enabling one to form a just idea of the perfect whole, to complete which other things besides mere size must be taken into account. Not the least interesting part of these temples are the sculptures which adorn—one might almost say cover—their walls. Interesting because of the high degree of art that they il lustrate in their elegance and richness and sometimes vividness of coloring, and also because of the insight they give us into ancient customs aud manners, history and religion. They may be di vided into two general classes, religious or ceremonial aud historical or batlle scenes. But in one central idea they all unite; that of eulogizing tbs monarch to whom the temple is dedicated In the ceremonial scenes he is usually repre sented as the chief personage in a grand procession of priests bearing arks aud offering sacrifices. The king, attended by fan-bearers, who are generally his sons and daughter, is represented as offering to gods or deified ano store fruits and other sustances, or receiving from them some token of their favor and approbation. The historical scenes are stdl more interesting, being drawn with a great deal of spirit aud presenting much di versity of character. They relate to some victorious campaign of the mon arch, and depict the different stages and varied incidents belonging thereto. There will be the onward march of the king in his chariot, surrounded by his generals and troops. They approach a fortified town, the inhabitants of which come out to meet the invader, bringing in tneir hands offerings of peace and tribute of various kinds. They kneel before him and supplicate for peace. Or they are flying in dismay before his vie- twrioua banner. Again,-.he king is re presented as slaying the enemy, cutting them all dewn before bim single handed. Other scenes represent him returning in triumph, the captive enemy bound and and fettered driven before him. His attendants are carrying the booty taken —oxen and homes and bags of gold so heavy that tb»y stagger beneath the load. There are long rows of headless captives, and in some cases areat heaps of hands and tongues, (tor it appears that some of the Pharaohs made it their boast that they never killed their cap tives, only mutilated them) and scribes estimating aud recording in bocks the number—8,000 in each heap, says the record. Sometimes, accompanying the sculptures, are brief poems in hierogly phics eulogizing the monarch, “the great and migthy, the beloved of Amen." These hieroglyphics are cut with wonderful clearness and artistic beauty; and are as egaily read to-day (by those who know the language) as when they were carved deep iu the stone 3,000 years ago. A To util Story. Tales about “The Falls.” Of escapes, there are one or two nar row almost beyond belief, aud which involve stories of skill aud bravery well worth telling. Not many years ago a painter was at work on Second Sister’s Island, when he fell into the water. He was old and weak, aud while his position was not very dangerous at first, he soon floated down and toward mid • stream, when, just as he seemed hover ing ou the brink, aud exactly 40 feet from it, if contemporary records are to be believed, he caught ou a rock. How long would his muscles eudure the strain? And who would rescue him, aud how? The crowd was helpless u: - til a guide appeared with a coil of rope. One end he left iu trusty bauds aud with the other he pi uuged into the boiling tid«. When he reached tho poor paiu- Arouslng His Sympathies. “I see you have a lot of misfit pants,” observed a stranger as he halted before a Jefferson aveuue clothing store yes terday. “My frendt, vhalk in. I haf more misfits ash would fit half der State of Michigan.” “What do you call a misfit?” “Vhell. somedings ash doan’ blease somepody who orders ’em, and some- dimes der cutter makes a mistake iu der figgers.” “You keep a tailor, I suppose.” “Six tailors, my frendt, aud dey do is to make mistakes and misfits in order tu keep up rav stock like you see.” “ Is that so? »7clLr'''v, what ails this pair?” r “Dot pair,” replied the dealer as he ter the old man still held in *his bauJ 1 ^’-vfor a THE VERDICT -or- THE PEOPLE. BUY THE BEST! Mr. J. O. Boas—Dear Sir: I bought the first Davis Machine sold by you over five years ago (or my wife, who has given It a long and (air trial. 1 am well pleased with It. It never gives any ronble, and Is as good aa when first bought. J. W. BOI.ICX. winaJicrQ; April urn. the putty knife with which he had been working. He shifted the kuife to his pocket, tied the painter to the rope, and they reached the shore safely. In ano ther case a boatman was crossing the river above the falls, when a fog suddenly came up. He lost his bear- mgs aud knew he was drifting to death. His cries alarmed the village, and bells were rung for him to row toward them. Then an oar broke. His only hope then lay in a paltry little anchor, and a com mon rope, which was, moreover, much worn. He examined every foot, nay, every inch, of it; he tugged at the knots at each end. Tune and space were precious, but he could not afford to make a mistake. Then he threw it oyer. It bumped along the stones, aud his heart beat each time it failed to catch a grip. At last it caught and brought the boat up standing, while the tense string throbbed like the bass gut of a harp. For the moment it held. How soon would it part? He shrank from feeliug along the strands. He was more arraid uot to lest he should read his fate iu the twine tense aud twanging under the current, inch by inch his lingers traveled to his arm’s leugth. »o long as it held there he was sate. Time and time again through the long night he did tins, but never, he said, without a heart like lead aud Hands quivering like a leaf. When morning uawned, as at last it did, he was easily saved. In another case the danger to life, though considerable, was uot immi»eut. A tag was towing three scows, wneu one went adrift. With admirable promptness and address the Captain of the tug cut loose the rest of his tow and steamed ahead of the drift- mg barge. Tuere he held it by steam power, aud wheu the others came along a line was passed, the throttle was thrown dead open, aud it was sought to make way up stream. ’ But they nad drif ted fairly w’ithm the grasp of the spirit of the waters, and for a time it seeineu he wou d uot ^lel go his own. Finally a foot was gained, in a few minuits another, and then the tug of war was vntually over. An “escape” of another sort was that of a murderer. The riherifi was behiud him, Uie river m front, aud only tne wires of the old bridge at Lewiston to help him across Hand over hand he began the passage, ills hands quickly blistered, aud tned they bled. Agam aud agam he rested his arms by banging by nis legs. At last he reached the opposite bank and lay panting full an hour before he con tinued his flight. Tne feat was cer tainly a remarkable one for an amateur A very, very tough story in which a •hisken, a rat, a cat, a dog aud a boy were the principal characters, was going the rounds iu East End, Louis ville recently. The story is vouched for by good authority, and ou this account is all the more remarkable. It Is related that Mr. Bam McCurdy was sit mg ’neath the shade of a tree iu the back yard of his residence ou Clay, near Franklin street, talking to some friends, when his attention was called to a hen with a brood of young chickens, and a large rat that had just emerged from its hole aud was quietly regarding the young chickens with the prospect of a meal ill view. As lliu rat came irom his hole the house-cat awoke from her af ternoon uap and o night si^ht of the rat. Crouching low, she awii’ed develop meats, snd stood prepared to spriug upon his ratshvp. at the appearance of his ancient enemy, the oat, a Scotch terrier, which had been sunning itieif in the woodshed, piiaked up its ears and qnietly made lor the place where the cat stood. At this moment a boy named Andy Quaid eame upon the scene. The chickens w<.re not cognizant of being watched by the rat, nor did the rat see the out, nor the feline tue dog, who had not noticed the coming of the boy. A little ouick wandered too nigh and he was tit zed by the rat, which was iu turn pounced upon by the oat, and the cat was caught iu the mouth of the dog. The rat would not cease his hold ou the chic ten, and the c it, in spite ef the shaking sue was getting from tne dog, did not let go the rat. It was fun for the boy. snd in high glee he watch ed the contest and the sttuggles of each of the victims. It seemed to him that the rat was about to esprpe af.er a time, and, seizii g a atone, he hurled it at the rodent, 'ihe aim was no good, and the atone struck the dog >ig t between the eyes. The terrier released his grip on the cat and tell over dead. It had breathed its lost betoie the oat in turn let go the rat and turned uvea and died. The rat did not long survive the ent my, and by the side of the already dead chicken ne laid himself down and gave up the ghost. The o wner of the flog was so angry at his death that he is said to have Oome near making the story complete by ki line; the boy that killed the dog that shook the cat that oanght the rat that bit the chicken on Glay street An Elephant in the St. Lawrence Rapids, “No,” said the police-station historian and turnkey last night, “the place where Captain Webb went down is not the same place where the elephant swam the rapids. The elephant swam the St. Lawrence rapids about fifty years ago. It was near the city of Cornwell. A circus had been advertised to give an ex hibition there, and among other things it was announced that an old elephant and a young one would swim the river, The river is about three miles wide there. At ihe stated time the elephants were driven into the river, but the young one soon came out- The old one was not allowed to come out, but was driven in. But soon the water became too strong. He was carried out and dis appeared.” “That was too bad, wasn’t it?” “Everybody thought he was lost, you see: but he swam like a whale, anc came up every little while to spout and then went down agin.” “What became of him finally?” “About thirty-five men put out in boats and canoes to drive him to shore. Whenever they saw the elephant they would row for him; he finaly came out safe on the other side, seven miles from the place w’here he started. If Captain Webb really got into the Niagara rapids, and I’m not certain whether he did, he’s a goner. No one can conceive the force of this whirlpool without seeing it. I have seen a log forty feet long and two and one-half feet thick forced to staud upright in it, and go down out of sight. It probably came out miles be low, for I uever saw it again.” “ You must have been quite young at that time?” “Y es, I was only a boy, but I remem ber it as well as if it happened yesterday. I remember when the Caroline went over the Falls during the Canadian re bellion in 1837. She was trading with the rebels and was tied on the Ameri can side on that night. There were six men aboard who had been drinking and were asleep. Some men cut her loose and set her afire, and she went over the Falls in a blaze,” Boss. jouug man wno vlias to be married last week. Der gal she dies mit a fever, and so he doan’ come after his close. I lose chust four dollars on dat pair.” “And these?” Vhell, dot pair vhas made for a dea con iu der shurch who vhas sparking up a vidder vomans. Der left leg is small er as der right, and he doan’ take ’em. sell you dot pair for three dollars. “Here’s a stylish looking pair which would fit me: Whom were these made :;or?” “My frendt, dot shtrikes a sad chord n my heart. He vhas a young mau who vhas to wear dose pants at a bridal. Der Color vhas selected to match der bride’s ccomplexion, but shust one day pefore der marriage she changes complexions mid dose pants vhas no good. Dot vhas a loss of ten dollar to me, uud der young man vhas so mortified dot he shump in der rifer und vhas drowned.” “Whom w'ere this blue pair made for?” “Fov a shudge, my frendt—one of our leading shudges. Der cutter Wakes a mistake, you see? Der shudge, vhas a mau who vhalks mit his toes' turned out, vhile does pants vhas cut ] ! or a man who vhalks mit his toes i-urned in. I lose seven dollar on dot pair.” “Well, I declair! You’ll lose all of $500 on this lot, won’t you?” “My loss vhlll be oafer $1,600, uud last week 1 haf a fire aud no insurance, my vife breaks her leg, and der land lord raises on my rent almost half.” “Great ginger! Whv I should think you’d shut up shop!” f “If I do dot den where misfit pants?” “That’s so—that’s so. You what they call a human—a run, I reckon.” Vhell, I vhas human, I s’hpose.” “You bet you are! Aud so am I, and when I meet a mau with a soul like yours I’m-ms mutMu and ne’e iny chicken!” “Vhillyou walk in?” “Sartin I will, and you can paw over that pile of misfits and hand me about thirty dollars’ wortn and do ’em up and take your cash! A man who allows himself to be paralyzed, pulverized and smashed to a jelly to accommodate the public deserves to be patronized, aud you needn’t be a mite particular whether them pants match mycomplex- jbn or are built to tit bow-legs or straight. Shut the door, keep children out, and lemme jump into five or six pairs.” Curious Domestic Minerals. you get some Mr. Boag: lou wlsn to know wnat I have to say In regard to tbe Davis Machine bought ot you three years ago. I (eel 1 can’t say too much In its (avor. 1 made about tSO,oo within Ore months, at times running it so (ast that the needle would get per- (ectly hot (rom (notion. I feel confident I could not have done the same work with as much ease and so well with any other machine. No time lost In adjusting attachments. The lightest running machine 1 have ever treadled. Brother James and Williams’ families are as much pleased with Mteir Davis Machines bought or you. I want no better machine. As I said before, 1 don’t think much can be said (or the Davis Machine. Kespect fully, Ellen Stevenson, Kairll“ld County, Aprl’, 18S3. too Mr. Boag : My machine gives me perfect satis' (action. I dnd no fault with it. The attachments are so simple, i wish (or no better than the Davis Vertical Feed. Respectfully. Mrs. R. Milling. Fairfield county, April, 1883. •Mr. Bo id: I bought a navis Vertical Feed e wing Machine from you (our years ago. 1 am eligtited with it. It uever has given me any rouble, and has never been the least out of order. It is as good as when I urst bought it. 1 can cheerfully recommend It. Kespectful’y, . Mrs. M. J. Kirkland. Montlcelio, April 30.1883. This is to certify that I have been uslu? a Dayis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine for over tw <ye irs, purchased of Mr. J. U. Boag. I haven’t found it possessed of any fault—all the attachments are so simple. It ueverrefuses to worn, and is certainly th t lightest running in the market. I consider it a Srst class machine. Very respectfully. . Minnie M. Willingham. Oakland, Fairfield county, S. C. Mr boag : i am won pieasea m every panicui with the Davis Machine nought of you. I tnluk a ttrsi-ciasi machine In every respect. You knew art Ton sold several machines of the same make to humanita- different members of our families, all of whom, as far as I know, are well pleased with them. Respectfully, Mrs. m. B. Moblet. Fairfield county, April, 1883. 'i-i.as’.itjOt-.v.y'nj-3*v 0 ha! in conuant ust the Davu Machine bought or yon ao mi mrwe ago. As we take In work, and hava made tue price of it several times over, we don’t want any better machine. It is always ready to do any kind of work we nave to do. No puckering or skipping stitches. We can only say we are well pieased ana wish no better machine, CATHERINE WVLIK AND SISTER. April 35,1888. I have no fan it to find with my mach ne, and don’t want auy better. I have m tde the price of It several times oy taking iu sewing. It is always ready to do Us work. I think it a first-class ma chine. I feel I can t say too much for the Davis Vertical Feed Machine. Mrs. Th ihas Smith. Fairfield county, April. 1883. Boss or “to doss," was, according to some philologists, originally introduced into tue New Wodd by Irish or Scot tish immigrants, from the Gaelic bos, the baud. But this is erroneous. The wor lis derived from the Dutch settlers who first colonized New Amsterdam, first called New York by the English when the colony changed masters by coming into the possesion of the Brit ish Government. Bols, in the Dutch language signifies a mas er or the fore man of a workshop. Perhaps even the English-speaking population of tho States, if they had known that “boss” was no other than Dutch for master, might, in their republican pride, have repudiated the word and invented another. A. curious mineral recautly found iu North Carolina has been described in the newspapers as a diamond imbedded in emerald. It is uow in possession of Mr* Yemngton, of New York, who said with regard to it: *Tt is aoiyst&lof em erald, au inch by au inch and a half face. What has been been called a diamond is merely a piece of quart z crystal, which is embedded firmly iu the emerald. The crystal is about two- thirds the size of the emerald, aud ap pears to have been driven into it. Neither stone is very pure, and they are only valuable as mineralogioal speci al sns. This sort of crystal is commonly called a diamond iu North Carolina, but as yet uo real diamonds have been found there, although various kinds of precious stones have from tune to time been discovered. Many of these, chiefly emeralds of rare oolor, called H.ddenite, in honor of Mr. Hidden, the discoveror, are found in a small mine at Stony Point, which was opened about two years ago, aud has been worked, more or less, since that time. The em eralds are fouud iu pencils of various bizob. Some are of a dark graen color, but most of them are pale green. Some of the peuoils are very large, the largest being 8jf inches long, Iu tue same vicinity have been found garnets, rutiles, aqua-marine, topaz aud other precious stones. There is some reason to suppose that the Dewey diamond, the largest diamond ever found in the Baited States, which was cut by the Morse Diamond Cutting Company in 1832, ctme from North C trolma, althougU it was fouad by au Iris It laborer iu Manchester, Va. When fouud it was imbedded in a curious stone kuowu as ita oolumite, large quan tities of which, in ledges, are fouud iu North Carolina, ft appears that a load oi this rtone had been taken to Manches ter for assaying, aud it is conjectured that this piece iu which the diamond was embedded had dropped from the cart on the way. It weigued 23} carats, and wheu out, 11 11 16 carats. The cutting cost $1,001), aud the stone itself may be roughly estimated as worth $10,000. A curious Doouiiarity of this ita col umite is thi.i it is a flexible stone. I have a chunk of it that will bend both ways. The stone is a coarse suadstcue, and may be used for building purpo ses. Mr. Derby, a native of New York, and a graduate of Cornell University, who is employed by Dorn Pedro as geologist of Brazil, visited the mineral district of North Gordina, and said that if he nad been taken to the place blindfolded, and then, ou the bandage being removed, had bees asked where he was, he should have s id uuhesiUtiagly tnat he was in the diamond district of Brazil. Hi did not, however, flad any diamouis in North Coroiiua," Mr. J. O. Boag—Dear Sir: It gives me m tcli pleasure to testify to tue merits of ttie Davis Ver tical Feed Sewing Machine. The marhlne I got of you about five years ago. has been almost lu con stant use ever since that time. I cannot see that it Is worn any, and has not cost me one cent tor repairs since we have had it. Am well pleased and don’t wish lor any better. Xpnra tnUy, Kobt. Crawford, Granite Quarry, near Wlnnsboro S. C. We have used the Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine for the last five years. We would uot have auy other make at any price. The machine has given us unboundea satisfaction. Very respectfully, Mrs. W. K. Turner and Daughters) Fairfield county, S. C., Jan. 91,1883. Having bought a Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine from Mr. J. O. Boag some three years ago, and It having given me perfect satisfaction lu every respect as a family machine both (or hea ; und light sewing, and never needed the least re pair in any way, I can cneerfully recommend it to any one as a first-class machlnr In every particu lar, aud think It second to none. It is one ot the simplest machines made: ray children use It with all ease. The attachments are more easily ad- justed aud It does a greater range of work by means of its Vertical Feed than any other ma chine I have ever seen or used. Mrs. Thomas owinos. Wlnnsboro, Fairfield county, H. C. We have had one of the Davis Machines about four years and have always found it ready to do all kinds of work we have had occasion to da Cau’t see that the machine is worn anr, and works as well as when new. M»«. W. J. Crawford, Jackson’s Creek, Fairfield county, 8. C. My wife Is highly pleased with the Davis Ma chine bought of you. She would not take double wnat she gave for It. The machine has not been out of order since she had It, and she can do any kind of work on It. Very Respectrully, Jab. F. Free. Montlcelio, Fairfield county, 8. C. J,O Boag, Em., Agtat—Dear Sir: My wife has oeen usings Davis Sewing Machine constant ly for the past four years, and It has never needed any repairs an i works Just as well as when first bought She says It will do s greater range of practical work wnd do it eaaler and better than any machine she nss ever used. We cheerfully recommend It as a No. I family machine, Your tntF, Jas. Q. Davis. Wlnnsboro, S. C., Jan. 8,1883. My wife haa been constantly using the Dsvis Machine' y y F- The Davis Sewing Machine U simply a treas ure Mrs. J. A. Goodwvn. Ridgeway, N. C., Jan. 10, 1883. I have always found my Davis Ma- of to work I have had oc- Mr. Boag : chine ready do all kinds of oasumlodo. I cannot see that the machine la worn a particle and it works as wed as when new. Respectfully, Mrs. R. a uooding. Wlnnsboro, 8. C., April, 1883, MHs Boag * bought of you about five years I have never regretted buviag it as it is i ago. I have never regretted bavins always ready for any kind of family sewing, either heavy or light It Is never oat ol fix or ueedmg j repairs. Very respectful)', A. vy, Lapp, ! Fairfield, 8. C., Hvck, IMS.