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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.
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*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.
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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
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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.
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