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(t A 1 1 m * TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO. S. 0.. OCTOBER 20. 1883. ESTABLISHED 1848 VERDICT —OF— THE PEOPLE BUY THE BEST! COME, BLOW THE pORN. Mr. J. O. Boca-Dear Sir: I bought the hrst Davie Machine Bold by you over live years ago lor my wife, who has given it a long and fair trial. I am well pleased with It, It never elves auy rouble, and la as good as when hrst bought. J. W. Douce. Winns boro, S. C., April l<*$3. Mr. Boca: Tou wish to know what I have to say In regard to the Davis Machine oougm. of you three f ears ago. I feel i can't say too much In its favor. made about *80,(10 within live months, a, times running it so fast that the needle would get per fectly hot ..'om friction. 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 I have ever treadled. Brother James and Williams’ families are as much pleased with their Davis Machines bought ot you. I want no better machine. As I said before, I don’t think too much can be said for the Davis Machine. Respectfully, KlXEN MKVKN80H, Fairfield County, April, 1888. Mr. boag : My machine gives me perfect satis faction. I find no fault wnh it. The attachments are so simple, i wish for no better than the Davis Vertical Feed. Respectfully. Mrs. R. Milling. Fairfield county, Apr!', 1883. MR. Boaq: 1 bought a Davis vertical Feed ewmg Machine from you four years ago. I am elighted with it. It never has giveu me any rouble, and has never been the least out of order. It Is as good as when I hrst bought it. 1 cau cheerfully recommend It. Respectfully, Mrs. M. J. Kirkland. Montlcello, April 30. 1883. This Is to certify that I have been using a Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine for over tw lye trs, purchased of Mr. J. o. Boag. I haven't found 11 possessed of any fault—all the attachments are so simple. It never refuses to work, and is certainly the lightest ruumng in the market I consider it a first class machine. Very respectfully. Minnir M. Willingham. Oakland, Fairfield county, 8. O. Mr Boao : i am wen pleased in every particm with tbe Davis Machine oought of you. I think a first-class machine in every respect. You knew you sold several machines of the same make to ditferent members of our families, all of whom, as far as I know, are well pleased with them. Respectfully, Mp* M. H. MORLRT. m pts uvici • This lan certify we nave naa in constant use the Davis Machine oonght ot youabou. three years ago. As we take in work, anu have made the price of .t several limes over, we don’t want any better machine, .t is always ready to do any kind of work wc nave to do. No puckering or skipping stitches. We can only say we are well' pleased and wish no better machine, CATHIK1NK WVUR AND SlSTRH. April 85,1883. I have no fault to find with my mach ne, and don’t want any setter. I have mule the price of it severa fmss ov taking In sewing. It is always ready to do lis wot k. I th nk it a first-class ma chins. I feel I can t say too much for the Davis Vertical Feed Machine. Mrs. Thomas smith. Fairfield county, April, 1883. Mr. J. O. Boao—Dear-Sir: ft gives me much pleasuie o -es-iiy the merits oi ibe Davis Ver tical Fe u Sewing Machine. The machine t got of yon about eve years ago. has been almost r con stant use ever since that nine. I cannot see that it is worn auy, and has not cost me one cent for repairs since we have had it. Am well pleased and don’t wish for any better. Yours tru'y, hoBT. Crawford, Granite Quarry, near Winnsboro S. C. We have used the Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine to. the last five years. We would not have any other make Ft any price. The machine has given us unbounded satisfaction. Very respectfully, Mrs. W. K. Turnbr and DAuaurgus Fairfield county, S. C., Jan. 8i. 1883. Come, Mary, blow the hortil For the men are all a-field, It was an hour and more ago, I saw them in the com. Josy has the table spread and the harvest apples peeled. Come, Mary, come anti blow the horn! Come, Mary, blow the hovnl For the moon is in the skies. With sweeter, lustier voice than yours was never woman horn; But your call will not reach to the field be yond the rise. So come, Mary, come and blow the horn! Come, Mary, blow the^horn! For the har vest is begun; Half tbe rye is in the sheaf, the field is lying shorn; The men must take a breath and be out into the sun. So come, Mary, come and blow the horn! Come, Mary, blow the horn! For the heat is very sore; I know it by the blinking sun, the twist ing of the corn. The pail will be dry, and the men will thirst for more. Come, Mary, come and blow the horn! Go, Mary, blow the horn! The wind is in the south; Go out upon the hill where the echo will wil he home. Then blow the r.uging blast from a full red mouth! Go, Mary, go and blow the horn! Go, Mary, blow the horn! For the men are still a-field; There’s Peter in the yellow rye and Dennis in the corn; Josy has the table spread and the harvest apples peeled. Ah, go, Mary, go and blow the horn! waicti' iy. “Max, you’re a fool!” “Tliauka!” murmured Max, languid- Having bought a Davis Vertical Feed Sewlug Machine from Mr. J. O. Boag some three years ago, and it having givea me perfect satisfaction iu •very respect as a family machine, both for hea y and light sewing, ant never needed the least re pair In any way, I can cheerfully recommend It to any one as a first-class machine In every particu lar, and think it second to none. It la one ot the simplest machines made; my children use It wlt.i all ease. The attachments are more easily ad justed and it does a greater range of work by means of its Vertical Feed than any other ma chine I have ever seen or nsed. Mrs. Thomas Owing*. Winnsboro, Fairfield county, S. C. We have had one of tbe DavD Machines about four years and nave always found it ready to do all kinds of work we nave had occasion to uo. Can’t see that the machine is worn any, and works as well as wfien new. Mrs. W. J. Crawford, Jackson’s Creek. Fairfield county. S. C. My wife Is highly pleased with the Davis Ma chine bough-o> you. yne would not take double what ane gave for It. The machine uas not been ont of order since she had it, and she can do any kind of work on It. Very Respectfullv, J as. F. Fkbk. Montlcello, Fairfield county, 8. c. Tbe Davis Sewing Machine Is stmplv a Creat ure Mrs. J. A. (Joodwtn. Ridgeway, N. C., Jan. 10.1&83. J. O Boao, Esq., Agent—Dear Sir: My wife has oeen using a Davia Sewing Machine constant ly .'or tae pas- four years, and it uas iiever needed any repairs an . works Just as well ss wu ::i first bought She says it will do a greater range of practical work »nd do it easier and better Uiao any machine she uas ever used. We cheenully recommend it as a No. 1 family machine, your tru.y, Jar. Q. Davis. Winnsboro. S. C., Jan. 3,1883. Mb. Boao : I have always found my Davis Ma chine ready do all kinds ot to work 1 have had oc casion to do. 1 cannot see that the machine is worn a particle and it works ss wed as when new. Respectfully, Mrs. R. C. Ucoding. Winnsboro, 8. C., April, 1883, the Davis Macb^ie bought of yon about five years ago. 1 have never regretted buying .n. as it la always ready for any s ind of family se or light It U never out of fix or needing Very respectfully, Fairfield, 8. C., March. 1881. rei savy or pairs. A. Yt. Ladd. “Well, you are/” insisted his com panion, hotly, with the candor born of long friendship. He took out his cigar and laughed, lazily. “ ‘Well, if it is so, so it is, you know; and if it lie so, so be itl’ ” he quoted. They were strolling along the Sara toga walks this deliglitful July evening, impulsive, hot-headed Max Warren, tall and handsome as a hero of romance, and little, rosy, rubicund Jimmie Har ris, with his round, honest face and twinkling, blue eyes. There was also this difference be tween them. Max Warren was im mensely wealthy. Jimmie scraped along, year iu and year out, on a beg garly salary, maintaining his honored position in society only because of the mfli. ,in 3uMfaaff Vatf Warren’s deep regard for him. Though several years older than liand- some Max, between them existed a strong affection. ^ No other man would have dared to speak to Warren as frankly as Jimmie did. Max would have knocked him down for his impertinence. “Well, do as you like!” decided Har ris, putting energetically away at ins cigar. “Go and make all the love you please to Thalia Lyun! Marry her if you wish. Only when you’ve made such a consummate idiot of yourself, don’t contide your regrets to me—Uiat’s all!” “Phew!” whistled Max, good-hu moredly. “A tempest In a tea-pot! See here, old boy! What have you got against Thalia Lynn? She’s the pret tiest girl at Saratoga.” “Yes, she’s good-looking, I admit; but back of all her wax-doll beauty, she has got a deuce of a temper. ” “How do you know?” “I am a student of men and women; and 1 see more in live minutes than any blind bat of a boy would see iu live years!” “ ‘Oh, wise young judge!’ Well, one doesn’t waut a woman all sweetness. Too much palls!” “One doesn’t want a woman unkind or heartless, either, and Thalia Lyun is both,” insisted Harris, sturdily. And then warming to his work, “a flirt and fortune hunter iu the bargain!” Young Warren grew grave. “Hold on, Jimmie! Aren’t you going a little too far? Will you not admit any nobility in woman? You used to be more generous!” “Not iu that woman!” decided Har ris, chewing the end of his cigar quite viciously. “Now, take Vera llaltou. There’s as true-hearted a little woman as ever lived. Pretty, too!” Do you think so? Is here your style, small, round, dimpled, pink-cheeked and brown-haired? Siie has good eyes. But all the same, I plead guilty to pro found admiration for Miss Lyun.” Jimmie gave an indignant snort. “Why don’t you marry little Miss Halton yourself, Harris, if you admire her so immensely?” “1? I’ve a great deal to offer any woman—a starvation salary and a host of debts! No, thank you! Besides, she wouldn’t have me—and I think she’s about right,” he concluded, savagely Warreu laughed again, his lazy, mel low laugh, and pitched his cigar into tll6 WHfc©F Don’t depreciate yourself, old boy; its ungrateful policy.” I don’t! I depreciate my confounded luck. And you won’t take my advice?” No,” said Max, smiling, “I don’t believe I will!” Muttering something decidedly un complimentary to his friend, Jimmie wheeled round and went away. And Max Warren went up to the hotel. Thalia Lynn was sauntering up and down the baicouy, a tall, slender yeung lady, dressed in the latest Paris fashion. She had a fair, handsome face, with quite a coronal of golden hair and a pair of soft, liquid, lustrous eyes, blue as violets. She brightened visibly as young War ren, lifting his hat came up and joined her. From below, Jimmie Harris saw the pair and frowned. He was very fond of the boy, and be hated to see him throw himself away. “What an exquisite night we shall have for our sail!” Miss Lynn said, fanning herself. “And 1 must deny myself the pk a. sure of accompanying you,” Max said. disappointedly. “I am obliged to go up to the city by the eight-thirty train.” “Positively?” queried Thalia, with a world of regret in her clear, flute voice. “Do you think 1 would go were there any reprieve?” he counter-questioned, reproachfully. Their eyes met. Here drooped with an air of consciousness. “I’m sure I don’t know,” she ans wered in a low voice. “You don’t know,” he ejaculated. “Why Thalia—” “Beg pardon Miss Lynn!” interrupt ed a voice behind them. “Will you ex cuse Max a moment? There’s a gentle man to see him on important business.” Miss Lynn clenched her long, white hand very angrily, and smiled very sweetly. ‘T’ll see him later,” declared Max impatiently, quite guiltless, however, of au intention to use slang. “He can’t wait!” insisted Jimmie, sturdily. “Where is he?” “In the billiard-room. I’ll go with you.” So, very wroth indeed, Max excused himself and went away. When they reached the billiard-room, he looked around. “Where is he?” “Here!” replied Harris. “You! Now what in thunder do you mean by treating me as though 1 were a child in leading-strings? I’ll stand a good deal, Jimmie, but I wou‘t stand that! What do you want?” “The loan of ten dollars!” Five minutes before he had not dreamed of making such a request, but it would never do to provoke the lad. Warren burst out laughing. “Confound youl why couldn’t you have said that at first without waiting till I’d got through abusing you! Let’s go and have some dinner. You know I’m off by the eight-thirty.” “For how long?” “Two or three days. There’s your Miss Halton!” They doffed their hats as they passed her—a little, white-clad maiden of se venteen, with a soft, wild-rose bloom in her dimpled cheek and two-brown, shy, starry eyes,. The friends dined together and walked down to the station afterward. Jimmie did not lose sight of Max until the train bore him out of the station. Tneu lie breathed a sigh of relief and went back to the hotel. Thalia Lynn, sitting on the veranda in a low rattan-rocker, swept aside her azure draperies and beckoned him as he came up the steps. She did not like Jimmie. With st - urvineu ner petty plots and despised her selfish aims. But she would make him useful as far as possible. - •m/r -•»*■ r* . ... .1 •. JL,f „ - • nVtrt *jm. n aueii ia/uiau LA AO 4.X AV/RAEt » A»AA v/ questioned, with a faint elevation of her pale brows. Harris sat down deliberately, a troubled expression ou his usually jolly face. “Yes, and his friend brought bad news. Awfull” “What was it?” asked Miss Lynn, sharply. > - • ' But just at that moment up came Vera Halton. It was a rather risky scheme, this one of Jimmie’s. But he told himself lie would not got too for, and that if, ne cessary, he could later lay his assertion on rumor. “1 don’t think Max would mind my mentioning it before two such intimate friends,” he continued, when he had brought a chair for Vera. “We were just talking about Warren when you came ap. Miss Halton. Heard such wretched tidings this evening, ypecial messenger—very distressing. Y ou know his eutire fortune was deposited the Great Southwestern Electric Light Association. Corporation made bad investment. Gone higher than a kite—Max’s money with it. Clean sweep. Too bad! Nice fellow, Max.” A nd all the time lie was delivering his telegraphic information he was closely watching the dainty ladies be fore him. When he had finished, Vera Halton stood up, abruptly, her delicate lips trembling, and turning, walked away without a word. She was sorry, sorry, sorry—so sorry she dared not trust herself to speak. Miss Lynn drew her fleecy burnous around her, and leaned back with a little shiver. “Alii” she said, softly. “His graud- fatlier originally made the money in trade, did he not? Doubtless he cau make more the same way. One can al ways dis inguish the noumiux riches by their lavish expenditure. Mr. War ren was always so reckless in this res pect one would imagine his wealth felt novel and just a littla heavy. Do you not agree with me?” But Jimmie sprang up in a fine rage, quite forgetful that lie had provoked this outburst. “No, I don’t!” he declared, decided ly. “I think a crown would uot feel novel, a throne but a fitting seat, to such a splendid fellow as Max Warren!” And Max Warren’s loyal champion marched haughtily away; while left alone, Miss Lyun bethought herself of tbe interrupted declaration which had occured earlier iu the evening. “A narrow escape!” she murmured. But there was au ache in her mer cenary breast for all that. But wiiiie Miss Lynn was congratu lating herself on her escape from anen gagement with a penniless young man, and Vera Haltou’s warm little heart was grieving for poor Max Warren’s misfortune, and Jimmie Harris was wondering, angrily, what the mischief had ever induced him to coucoct such a story, and how he was ever going to logically contradict himself, Fate took all tbe tangled threads in her own firm lingers, and unraveled them with prompt dexterity. And this was how it happened: A telegram flashed over the wires to the station, from tbe station to the ho tel, from tbe hotel to the gay crowd collected on the beach, preparatory to embarking for a sail. From lip to lip leaped the fragmentary terrible news, A collision had occurred. The outgo ing 8:30 train had collided with the New York express. The number of those dead and wounded, and also of those suffering from want of proper at tention, was something appalling. Help was needed, and that speedily. For a brief space all was confusion. Then, as though by the stroke of a magic wand, divisions formed of two distinct masses—those who were to go forward to action, and those who were to remain and play the less laborious roles of spectators. Among the former, as the relief ex press rushed out of the station, were Jimmie Harris and Vera Halton. In the first frantic appeal for aid, some one had asked Thalia Lynn to go, but they had shrunk back dismayed from the ghastly andf unwomanly Joke, that she preferred beholding humanity complete to seeing it in sections. It is doubtful that she would have been so callous, were it not for tliat which Mr. Harris had so lately told her. At length the train stopped. Such a sight as met their eyes! To the last hour of her life Vera Halton grew weak and cold at the bare remembrance. But just then she set valiantly to work, like the orave little woman she was. Many a sjieeding spirit took her sweet Image with it into eternity. Many a shattered frame struggled back to life with strength renewed, thanks to her gentle ministry. It was near midnight, and a serene moon was silvering all the landscape, when Jimmie Harris parne hurriedly up to her. “Cornel” he said, “I have found Max!” She was quite exhausted from her exertions, but she took his arm and went with him. They found Max lying by an over turned engine, very pale and faint from loss of blood. His head was cut. his arm broken. Jimmie slit his sleeve and Vera bound the wounded limb with soft, deft lin gers. And all the time he watched her with a new look in his eyes. How fair, and sweet, and womanly she was, to be surel Harris was right after all. How could he—how could lie ever have been idiot enough to ignore sucli a dear, mo dest little thing, for a tt muting co quette like Thalia Lyun! All the wounded and went back to Saratoga train. The following day Warren’s mother came to him. It was some tiipe before lie was fully recovered, aud then he learned that Vera Haltou had goue to Europe with her father. o' was that Max was iufepi tic desire to leave America. One night, a few months later, there was an immense audience at the Grand Opera House in Parts. It was the opening of the oi'era sea son, and Patti was going to sing. There was quite a stir as a lady and gentleman came into oue of the boxes —he, tall, fair-haired, haudsome; she, a lovely little creature, witli a skin of rose and pearl, and a pair of soft, dark eyes. Quite a bewitching vision, too, iu her foamy wedding-dress of costly lace, with diamonds iu her Iinir and at her throat. Thalia Lynn, sitting directly oppo site, looking pale aud worn aud slightly passe, bit her lip as she saw them. Jimmie Harris, beaming and jovial, made his way over to them. “How are you, Mrs. Warren? Even ing Max! Say,” in a whisper to the latter, “look over there! What do you say to me nowf" Max Warreu looks from his wife to Thalia Lyuu and back again, then, quite forgetting where he is, grasps his friend’s hand aud lifts his glad eyes to the kindly oues above him. No word is spoken. Look aud grasp are enough. Jimmie is content. their nurses by the next Cardinal Richelieu's Skull. Floriculture. The green covering or so-called moss which accumulates on plant pots is al ways injurious to the plaut. “A bright pot makes a healthy plant,” is the gar dener’s rule. This greeu covering is an alga, a plant closely related to the sea weed. It acts much in the sauie wiy as glazing would act in stopping the pores of the-pot and allowing no circulation of air. It should be scrub bed off as often as it appears with sand and water. In setting plants make the ground mellow and rich with manure for a considerable space around where the rootn are placed, so they may hav# a chance to reach out The roots should liave ample room; do not cramp them. When the earth is well drawn up around the plant, place your feet carefully on each side of it, and “firm” the earth down solidly. This will greatly increase the chance of its living, as it prevents the soil from drying down to the roots. Begonias in summer should have a cool, shaded situation. The best plan we have ever seen adopt ed was a small lattice bouse, made en tirely out of laths placed halt au inch apart, sides aud top alike; benches were arranged ou either side, the same as in an ordinary green-house; upon these the plants were placed, aud all the in terstices filled with sphagnum. There the plants thrived most luxuriantly; we have never seen green-house plants in summer look better, if as well. Not only was this the congenial home of the begonia, but all kinds of ferns, coleus and many other plants grown expressly for exhibition purposes were here to be seen in the best possible condition. This was the work of an amateur, and when his plants were placed besides ;,hose of the professional florist, the alter was completely used up. Care should be taken to see that plants n pots are giveu good drainage. Tuis is best secured by putting a lot of jrokeu bricks or pieces of broken pots in the bottom of the flower-pot. These pieces should be as large as a hazel-nut or even larger. Over ihese pieces some dried moss, sphagnum or jieat should be placed, or eveu a handful of dried grass, if nothing better can be had. This will prevent the earth from falling among the fragments aud will insure complete drainage. It is supposed, of course, that the regular flower-pots are used with a hole at the bottom for the escape of the water. If a box or other vessel be used a hole should he made in the bottom. .Persons who have never tried the above method will he sur- rrised with tire difference it will make u their plauU. The earth iu the pots should be kept moist, but not wet, , r , . . mo* mmm to ft 8 t So?* Others, who are not killing the birds, are fattening them at express speed for lire market by blowing seed ateepeu in soaking the soil once a day or less, and then letting it dry out until it becomes haixl. This stiff, hard aud tmyi«ldi»i?j character of the sod in pots is not usu ally conducive to the growth of plants. The earth should be kept loose by a li beral addition of vegetable mold, such as oau be obtained under the leaves iu au old forest or in many neglected fence rows. For most plants a third or a half of the soil may be mold, which must be well mixed with the heavier earth. Theu give good drainage by employing uuglazed pots with holes iu the bottom, aud by placing a handful of broken bricks or crockery iu the bot tom, and over it lay sphaguum or other moss or peat. Do uot water heavily. The soil should uot her cold aud soggy. Apply water frequently, but avoid soak ing. The leaves of the plaut saou Id also he freunently sprayed, esjieciaily if evaporation goes on rapidly. than might have beenexpectel. The Hotel des Ambassadeurs de Hollande, No 47 Kue Yieille du Temple, has a fine door and the remains of a grand court-yard, with some bits of good old sculpture here and there. There is a wouderful house in the Hue Francois- Mirou, No 68, built more than two centuries ago by Anne of Austria for a favorite chambermaid, and “inaugu rated” in state by her Majesty on the occasion of the solemn entry into Paris of Louis XIV aud Marie Therese. The immense baicouy, still intact, was full of good company on that occasion —two queens, Aune and the Queen of England, Mazarin and Tureane, and a host of courtiere. The hotel com manded the main approach to Paris at that time, and the balcony was built as a sort of royal outdoor box for en tries of State. At 143, Kue St. An toine, is the Hotel Sully, in which nearly everything is worth looking at, the facade, the courtyard, the great stone staircase with its sculptured vault, aud the garden; it is the best preserved old house in Paris. For some of the grandest private building of the nineteenth century, go and see the Hotel Sobisi, now the oflioes of the national archives, the richest collec tions of historic manuscripts in the world, and the building of the Impn- merie Nationale. These* were palaces of the Bohans, aud the painters, model lers, carvers, and gilders of the age did their very best witli them, with a result that is full of a sort of mellowed dignity to-day. Tiie Place des Vosges, once the Place Boyale, ought also to be seen, more especially as it is now ab solutely unknown to people of fashion. It was once the square of Paris, aud all that was brightest, if not always all that was best, walked under its Henri Quatre and Louis Quatorze arcades. There is a large garden with a statue of Louis XIII in the middle. • Victor Hugo held his youthful court here long before the coup d’etat; and almost poetical descriptions of the evening parties he used to give, and of the house in which he gave them, are occasionally disiutered from the litera ture of the time. The Place is within a stone’s throw of the Bastile. Eveu in such a well-knowu place as the market of the Halles there is much that has escaped tiie compiler of the guide-book. What about the “Pavilion of Tripery,” for instance, where they bring together in one im mense shed the heads of half the sheep killed in Paris, aud thirty or forty fel lows, red to the very shoulder-blades, are busy dressing them all day long? At La Vallee, in the Pavilion de la Won tb« Bnt. I You that warm water down their throats. Near the corner of the Hue Bambuteau and the Bue Pierre Lescot are places where ttiey work up second-hand pro visions into a semblance of new. It is quite a trade iu the Quarter; aud the cellar in which the ulcer mjsteries of the craft is carried ou is appropriately called the Chamber of Horrors. In auuther cellar they make delicious country butter from rancid refuse, poundiug and washlHg aud patting aim rolling it iuto perfectly seductive shapes, aud wrapping it into the whit est of white linen. At au old-fash ioned house in the Bue Moudelour hot ■_ i i . i , • *, suails are served daily to hundreds od irmirmafot- Twn millinn hIiaIIr u. vajli-I After this 1 reformed, and did not take another drmk till about ‘No sir,’ said a man who had been arraigned before a court, having been arrested on account of drunkenness, ‘I never intended to get drunk again.’ ‘I suppose not,’ replied the Judge. ‘I don’t suppose that any man intends to make a beast of himself. No use, sir, in trying to offer excuses. There is no excuse for drunkenness. Don’t say that you met a convivial party, and could not get away. Don’t say that you drank to drown sorrow. Don’t say anything, sir, but quietly submit to the flue I shall impose upon you.’ ‘Judge, were you ever drunk?’ ‘That makes no difference, can’t move me to sympathy in way.’ ‘If you had ever been a drinking man I would bet you |10 that you would not tine me after hearing my testimony.’ ‘I was once a drunkard, said the Judge, ‘and I’ll take the bet.’ ‘All right. Some time ago I took a solemn oath that I would never drink again. I was firm; I could not be in fluenced. A gentleman presented me with a flask of very line whiskey, and I took it home, hut never drank a drop of it. I bought a quart of brandy, but did not taste it. I withstood all of these temptations, and during the time my determination grew stronger, but finally I fell.’ ’ ‘You have lost the bet,’ exclaimed the Judge, ‘and I shall flue you. ’ ‘Hold on! I withstood, you under stand, temptation, but jirst as 1 con cluded tliat I was perfectly safe, I found a bottle of whiskey where some fellow had hidden it. Now, sir, I want to know if there is a man in this court room who could refrain from drinking when he finds a bottle?’ The J udge trembled. ‘A man may even be sent from a country dance after a fiddle string and come back sober, but when lie gets hack and finds a bottle sitting iu the corner ot a fence, covered by an upright piece of bark aud an old back-band, won’t he drink?’ The J udge quaked. ‘This is my excuse, your Honor, and I hope you will take a sensible view of the matter.’ ‘Young man,’ said the Judge, in a tremulous voice, ‘let me tell you that your excuse overcomes me. When I was a young man. I joined the temper ance cause aud soon became known as oue of its leaders in Arkansaw, 1 made thrilling speeches, aud brought many Zfe%~rm£| mUx xr « i»a*u •***/ influence was great. One night, while going to keep an appointment, my stir- ruu leather broke aud. while trying to secure a strip of hickory bark m the woods, I found a bottle hear a tree. I took it up aud looked at it. I was surprised to find myself so near the enemy. I don’t know why, I turned up the bottle aud took a* long pull. 1 hitched my horse and pulled again aud again. About au hour afterward I walked iuto the church swmgiug a stirrup aud yelling like a panther. I cut a baldheaded mau ou the summit of the cranium. Fired by deviltry, I rolled the log steps away from the door, climbed in at the window and drove the congregation out. Feople tumbled over each other in a shameful ut-of-Uie-wtur i’Mru. Cardinal Bichelieu, the King of the King, as tiie people had nicknamed him, was entombed in the fullness of his glory in the vaults of the Sorbouue Church. One day, some sixteen years ago, the Mayor of a little village in Brit tany presented himself before the Em- jeror Napoleon III. He opened a small box which he brought under his arm, unwrapped the parcel which it contained and drew from it a human mask. The skin was dried up and wrinkled, the eyes deeply buried iu their sockets, the mouth contracted, the teeth perfect The beard, mustaches aud eyebrows were still iu their places, aud the whole was covered with a yellow varnish like an anatomical specimen. “Sire,” said the Mayor, “youboholdall that remains of Cardinal Richelieu.” Iu the month of December, 1793, when a revolutionary party pillaged the lombs of the Sorbouue, one of the sol diers entered the vault which contained the body of the Cardinal, and, finding l,hat the mask of tiie face, doubtless iu order to facilitate some process of em- jalming, had been sawn off from tiie rest of tiie head, possessed himself of it and displayed it in triumph to the spec tators, who thought that he had him self cut off tbe great man’s head. Sub sequently a hatter named Cheval pos sessed himself of the trophy, aud hid it in a cupboard at the back of his shop. The Ninth Thermidorcame, the hatter, iu alarm, gave the mask in charge to one of his customers, the Abbe Armsz, who carried it with him to Brittany aud gave it to his brother. The brother, tindiug tliat insects were attacking the relic, consulted the village apothecary, by whose advice it was varnished, it was this gentleman's son who brought it to Faris in 1866, aud in December of that year it was restored witli great ceremony to its place under the monu ment of the Cardinal, iu the presence of the Arbhbishop of Paris, Monsig nor Darboy, tbe Duke of Bichelieu, and a great gathering of notabilities. 8Lnce that day the Emperor has died iu exile, the Archbishop of Paris has been shol, aud tbe last of the name of Richelieu has died without issue. —About 1,600 tons of coal are now daily consumed in Denver. The tourist, who has conscientiously done Notre Dame and the Tomb of Napoleon, Paris, need uot sit down aud weep for more worlds of curiosities to conquer. There is still ancient Paris to explore. Although there has beeu so much new building there are many old houses left, if you know where to tiud them. Tiie Hotel de Seus is oue of these—a line example of civil Gothic architecture, quite feudal iu parts, ludf fortress and half dwelling-house. This is at the corner of the Bue du Figuier aud the Hotel de Ville. Then there is a grand old house iu the Bue de Sevigne, called the Hotel Caruavaiet. Tliis may gradually find its way into the guide books, be cause the Municipal Council has taken it for a museum of local and Bevolu tiouary curiosities, but till the other day it was known only to a happy few Madame de Sevigne lived there for twenty years, and many of those letters which were the despair of our school life were no doubt written iu her apart ment on the first floor in the rear of the court-yard. But the hotel is really worth seeing for itself, apart from its memories; it is extremely well pre served, aud it looks very nearly as it may have looked two centuries ago. The keystone of the outer doorway was carved by Jean Goujon, aud there is more of his work iu the great court. The old place has an air of dignity aud quiet, of “refuge from tiie storms of life,” which somehow seems wautiug in the architecture of to-day. The Hotel Jabach, No. 40, Bue Saiut- Merri, witli its ground floor of arcades, is another ancient of days in stone. They danced there a century ago iu “public assembly,” but it is a mere place of business now. There is a tine old courtyard at No 18, Bue des Billet tes, once a cloister of the Carmelites. It has had to be restored, unfortunately, here and there, but it is still a good example of tifteeiith-ceutury work. It is closed to the public, but the porter is not made of stone. Some five centu lies ago a Jew named Jonathan had a house ou this site full of riches; aud as tiie readiest way of getting at the con tents, King Phillippe-le-Bel accused him of secret practices of iusult to the Catholic religion—to wit, the boiling of the sacred host. They proved it without unnecessary pain to his feel ings—his son was not brought into the witness-box—and they burned him alive. Tbe Crown took his goods for the sake of the example; the Church his house, as the site of an expiatory chapel; and, thanks to these prompt measures, true religion suffered less gourmets. Two milliou shells a year are emptied iu this shop aloue. Iu the Bue de la Verrerie, at No. 18, is to be seen a curiosity iu restaurants, the “Feusiou Alimeutaire,” founded by a philanthropic merchant to supply the working people of tliis busy quarter, the “City” of Paris, with something fit to eat at a price within their means. Here you may have soup, meat, vege tables, bread, wiue, aud desert, all of perfectly wholesome quality, for seventy centimes, or a little less than Severn pence of our money. The Pension makes its own bread and roasts au ox every day, aud about four thousand meals are served iu the same at an average price of forty centimes a meal. three weeks ago, when 1 found another bottle. It was alcohol, but I gulped it down, I couldn’t help it. You have wou the bet. Here’s your $10. New Thing* In Toy*. Rare Old llooku of Oreat Value. I heard on old New York bibliophile say the other day that he could make a good liviug by buying books at oue shop and selling them at another. A man has lo know a good deal to be thorough ly posted in rare books without turning to relerenoe catalogues, etc., which are not always ou baud. A little book stood on a shelf in a bookseller’s shop for tire years marked $3.50. Oae day a olerk, in reading over au English catalogue, saw mentiou of a book that drew his attention to this volume. He weut to the shelf, blew the dust off of it, and marked it $‘25 instead ot $3,50, It was the original addition of the poems of two brothers, Alfred and Arthur TeU' uysou. He put the book in a oouspiou ous place, aud it sold at onoe. No sooner was it sold for $25 than some one came in aud offered $150 for it.- Now, if the bibliophile of whom I spoke nad seen that book, he would have oought it when it was marked $3.50, but he would have known all about it at a glance. Just see what a profit lie would have made! Oae day a mau came into a bookseller’s iu New York, and, carefully untying a parcel he earned under his arm, displayed au Elliott Bible iu perfect condition. He wauted the bookseller to sell it for him ou com mission, and fixed upon $750 as the There has been In progress lu this city for five months past a new manu facturing enterprise which promises to become oue of considerable import ance. It was started without any flourish of trumpets aud iu a modest aud unassuming style. The projectors of this uew business are William B. Smith, of the 99-cent store, and Lodo- wick Leeds, for some time with the Brown Cotton Gin Company, who have associated themselves. They are now eugaged principally in the manufacture of toys. Among the articles they turn out are rocking-horses, of the chair pattern, rocking lions, elephants aud lambs, complete miniature chamber sets, fold ing cradles and croquet sets. Rocking horses are as old as the hills, but the introduction of lions, elephants, and lambs in the way of rockers is a uew thing under tbe sun and promises to be a very taking novelty. It will be a touch of romance lor the youngsters to drive Jumbo or a king of the forest. The firm now employ twenty-five hritkds, nearly all of whom are engaged at the present time on these novelties which are being turned out in large quantities to meet advance orders. In the rooms of their establishment may be seen the millennial spectacle of the lion and the lamb lying down to gether, aud when the holiday season arrives thousands of little children in all sections of the country will lead them* Seven painters are kept busy all the time in touching up the ani mals. In addition to their specialties in toys, the firm manufacture a folding bed aud secretary combined, which is the invention of Mr. Leeds, and are now at worlron a specimen cotton gin, also of his invention, a patent for which lias been applied for, aud it is price. The bookseller examined it and found it inscribed by John Elliott in his expected, will be granted at au early own hand, a presentation copy to his | day. They also manufacture a hand- friend John Shepherd. It had all the three dedications, and was bound in calf by Badcliffe. A customer came in, and the bookseller offered turn the book at the owner’s price. He seemed more or less doubtful about its authenticity— oar American collectors are not always experts, bat when he saw old Elliott’s signatures of all the different owners down to the present day, he paid the price and carried it off. It was really worth $2,006 or more, for it contained a combination of valuable attributes that it takes eleven Elliott Bibles In tbe | Lenox library to cover. screw for which they claim consider able merit, aud are now engaged iu tilling au order for 20,000 clothes-lifters for Floyd W. Roger, of Brooklyn, for merly of this city, the inventor of the article. The firm expects to double the number of tbeir employes within a fortnight, to meet the holiday de mand for their goods. All of their present product in the toy Ime is taken by a single firm in New York. Look well into thyself; there is a source which will always spring up if thou wilt always search there. — ^""7.—T— rr-