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TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. . WHY? Sometimes how near you are, Sometimes how dear you are; Then, then, so far, so far, Like some far star you are. Sometimes, through yeu, through you, 1 see the gray sky blue. And feel the warmth of May In the December day. Sometimes, sometimes, I let All burdens fall, forget All cares, and every fear, In your sweet atmosphere. Then, then alas, alas! Why does it come to i>ass, Itefore the hour goes by, Before my dream doth die, I drift and drift away Out of your light, of day, Out of your warmth and cheer, V our blessed atmosphere? • Why does it come to pass ? Alas, and still alas! Why doth the world prevail, Why doth the spirit fail, Aud hide Itself away Behind its wall of clay, Since time began—alas! W hy does it come to pass! 1NTUKKARLY 81’RING. shorn of it smote her almost with a sense of insult. But it was hrr only resource now. Day by day her pay was dwindling, and in this moment of extremity she could neither borrow nor steal. Little Nan must at least have suitable food. Winter was coming on, too; they must soon have additional clothing. . Y os, sooner or later, her hair must go. As well now as any time. There was no doubt of making a sale of it. From where she stood she could see the broad brick walls of the Park House. The previous spring Mr. Hayles- burg, the rich proprietor, had said to her .casually: ‘;Miss. Sdvvyn, the color aud quality of your hair is very rare. If you ever wish to sell it, I would like to be the purchaser.” She had instinctively shaken her head slightly. She would never come to that, she thought. She aud Nan were living comfortably, and she had no apprehension that they ever would be any the worse off. Under the Park House was several large stores. Oae of them was occu pied by a dealer in human hair, and Mr. Haylesbury had an interest in the business, as in many other's. A pale young tiling, with such a wealth of wonderful hair pushed off the low brow. A ray of sunshine struck the silken waves of red-gold, showing the lavish abundance and exquisite texture of Sirene Selwyn’s one beauty, as she bent closely above the sewing in the little sitting room for her home. A very plain room, but neat aud comfortable. A rose-colored hyacinth, blossoming on the window, tilled it with fragrance. On the lounge lay an exquisitely beautiful child asleep. She was care fully covered and Sirene glanced at her with solicitude from time to time. So radiant and rosy was little Nan, it did not t-eem possible that tiie pale, frail creature stitching her life into her sewing could be her mother, but it was so, and Sirene lived for her child. Four years before, when barely six teen, she had married her first girlish fancy. Light-natured, vacillating, selfish, he lived but a year, yet in that short time wore her love out. But then she had the child, the little gold-haired thing, her own image. Sirene had been an orphan at her marriage. When her young husband died she felt baby Annette to be “the one bright thing to save her yet young fe in the wilds of time.” Its smiles amused her, its weakness ave her strength to toil for its siqi- rt and her own. And the little creature throve, ll\7U£lA bvril uld fearfully upon her own health. Sirene was but a shadow of her old df. Suddenly the child opened her brown lyes, threw off the little blanket and lipped to the tloor. • “My darling,” said Sirene gently. Little Nan came directly to her aether’s knee. The two looked questioningly into ach other’s eyes “Nan’s hundry,” lisped the child. Sirene shrank over her sewing again. For one bitter moment she was silent, then she spoke with forced cheerful- aess: “Mamina is hurrying to get her work one, so she can have some money to ibuy Nan’s supper.” The child’s rosy lips quivered a lit tle. “Nan’s hundry now,” she said. Sirene arose and went to the closet. There was a plate of dry bread there— nothing more. She gave the child a piece of the bread. The pretty eyes looked up un satisfied. “Nan wants some milk.” “I haven’t any, my dear,” answered Sirene, as she returned to her sewing. “Ah, how hard it was! Hunger gnawed at her own stomach; but shar per was her heart’s pain as her needle flew, for the little one, with childhood’s unreason, stood by with reproachful eyes, and the unpalatable bread held loosely in hes little lingers. Little Nan could not understand, and the tears began to roll down her pink cheeks. She had gone to sleep hungry,” been coaxed off to her nap, with a promise of “a nice supper,” and why was it not forthcomiugV Had not her pretty mamma always fed her on good bread, nice fresh milk, and ripe fruitV Why was she denied this now? She went silently for her mug, and came back to her mother’s knee. A tear fell from the mother’s eyes upon iier white work. Little Nan’s brown eyes widened. “Oh, my child,” said poor Sirene, uiing back, that her tears might not )il the snowy cambric, ’we are starv- ig.” Hitherto they had lived in comfort. Sirene had been fairly paid for her flue embroidery and exquisite sewing; but Lrs. Waldegrave, her chief patron had ilately left town, aud on shop-work her [income quickly decreased. But though she had worked much [harder than ever before lately, aud grown thin with car's, she had not been able to provide for their necessities. She had given the child her own breakfast, had herself eaten but a few crumbs of dry bread; aud now—there was no denying it—they were starving! Hurry as she might with her weak, trembling hands, she could not fluish the flue shirt in lime to receive her pay that night. Sirene threw down her sewing, aud goinp to the mirror, faced her own re- Uectior. What a shadowy figure! What a pale wan face! But her hair! • She took out the comb, and let the wr.ves of amber silk fall to her knees. Her wonderful tresses encircled her like a mantle. “Mamma’s pretty hair,” said little Nan, smiling, and forgetting her tears. Sirene did not smile. “Must I?” she said to herself. With her innate passion of beauty, her hair had ever been such a pleasure to her. She had spent many a lonely hour combing out its shining length in sunshine. The thought of bein^ He was a bright, shrewd, kindly man with a pair of keen eyes, and an abun dant brown beard. From childhood, Sirene had always heard him called the richest man in town. He was a widower now, with a son twelve years old. Sirene remembered when his wife lived, and occupied a luxurious suite of rooms at the Park House, dressed like a queen, and rode in her carriage. She was an invalid. Her face was always pale indifferent aud languid. At last she died. Mr. Roscoe Hay lesbury seemed unchanged, by that, as by every other event. He was always active, courteous and full of business. How much would he give for her hair? Sirene wondered drearily. She wrote a note at last, and sent it to the Parker House by her landlady's boy. Then she cried unrestrainedly for a few moments. The child stood by her side, awed into silence. Sirene arose at last, and bathed her face and none too soon, for Mr. Hay lesbury’s step was on the stair. He came in and bowed, with his hat in his hand, looking sharply around him. “I took the liberty of sending for you, since 1 did not know what other course to take,” said Sirene, “I—I have concluded to part with my hair,” Mr. Haylesbury’s sharp eyes took an other curvey of the plain room, the *• xmo.'CLA lil/Liier vaiaa**) urnu. **«*/•» Siren’s face, where he could plainly see tiie traces of tears. “Yes,” he said, moving a little to get a better view of Siren’s treasure in the fading light. “Yes, yes.” he ad ded; “it is in a very fine condition, and—would you kindly loosen it and let me get a more accurate idea of the quality?” Sirene took the comb—for the last time, she thought—and let the great roi*es of gold uncoil themselves. Mr, Haylesbury stood in quiet survey, aud seemed satistied. “What—what is it worth to you?” stammered Sirene, in a trembling voice. Little Nan, twirling her empty mug, stood between them. Mr. Haylesbury walked to the window and cleared his throat before he answered. “I will giye you fifty dollars for it.” he said. “Is that enough?” “It is a great deal of money—for me,” answered Sirene with a start. “You may have it for that.”. Then she took hold of Nan’s little hand to fortify herself against the mo ment of sacrifice. But Mr. Halesbury was already counting out the notes upon the table. “The scissors ” began Sirene. “Not to night,” he said, “not to night, Mrs. Selwyn. I can have it cut another time just as well. Just now 1 have no more time to spare. We will postpone the holocaust. Little one, do you like bonbons? Fortunately, here are a few in my pocket. 1 will see you again soon,” to Siiene, So she put up her hair again, listened to his retreating steps, aud looked at the money. “Now, my darling,” she said, “you shall have your supper.” The pleasure of compensation, the enjoyment of nourishing food aud warm clothes; assuaged the bitterness of her sacrifice. Mr. Haylesbury was. a very wise man to have advanced the money. Si- reue grew quite happy quartering or anges for Nan, and deciding that her new cloak should be the pretty tint of blue. The next day came a note from Mr. Haylesbury. His twelve year old boy was going to school, aud must have an outfit prepared. Would Mrs. Selwyn make the fine shirt mark the handker chiefs etc? Sirene was only too glad of better paid employment. Work for Guy Havlesbury was quickly followed by other sewing to be done for the hotel. “It was the darkness before day,” said Sirene to herself; and thought with a pang of her hair. ' But Haylesbury never mentioned it. She saw him every day. They were but brit f meetings, for as usual he was driven with business, but he always gave her a sharp glance and kindly greeting, and never said a word of his bargain. As for Sirene, her health and spirits were bettei. She found time now for a bright out-door walk every day, the child running by her side. She got one or two sleigh rides, given in Nan's hon or, driven by Guy Haylesbury. One day, early in the spring, when Mr. Haylesbury had given her a beautiful bouquet of green-house flow ers, she blushed over the roses aud said: “Mr. Haylesbury, when are you going to take your hair?” “I cannot say he answered. “That depends entirely upon you. For the present I prefer to keep* my hair upon your head.” 3 WINNSBORO. S. 0.. OCTOBER 2*. 1883. “How can it depend upon me?” asked Sirene, in wonder. “Because you must give me your self, when 1 take your hair, Sirene,” Sirene turned white and red. “Handsome as all this silky gold is,” he continued, putting his hand gently upon her head, “it is not half so beau tiful to me as is the sweet spirit of the one who wears It. Long ago your sor rows touched my heart. To-day I love the tender heart I have learned to know: the lovely face that—thank God!—is growing rosy and cheerful; this little hand that has toiled so faith fully to support you and yours honor ably. Dear Sirene, have I frightened you? Are you glad or sorry that I want you fot my own—my wife?” She was not all unprepared, perhaps —few women are—but she was start led by Mr. Haylesbury’s directness, thrilled by his ardor, surprised by his tenderness. He read something of this in her face. “Did you think I was made of dol lars and cents? No, no! Glad or sorry, Sirene?” He drew closer to him the pretty delicate form. She lifted her arms to his neck, with a low laugh. “Glad!” she said. And in the comfort of his embrace was no thought that she had to marry the richest man in town. BeiMonable Advice. With the advent of Autumn the world in general makes a change. Sum mer amongst business men, has tiecome when possible, a sort of general holiday. Not all business, of course, is stopped, but what is dope is done almost from necessity. The wheels of trade which move to satisfy the actual demand of living can never of course be really stopped. Yet in the Summer season they run as slowly as possible. “Drum mers” are “on the road” to accomodate the actual necessities of customers; lit tle or no new trade is sought, for it is pretty well understood that none is to be found. But with the advent of cool er weather new activity is imparted to trade. Business men look forward for an increase of business aud make their claims for a fare share of what is being done by availing themselves of the various opportunities presented. The pages of the newspapers are filled with advertisements of those whose exper ience and wisdom have taught them how valuable are such means of attracting public attention. There is something in the very cool air of Autumn which compels labor. Men who during the dog days were half inclined to acknowl edge to themselves, down deep in their hearts, that they were getting lazy, suddenly find that it was all a mistake and its just rewards as they ever were br could be. They apologize to them selves for having dared to suppose that they could be lazy, and feel a dread lest anyone may have detected their thoughts. There is little to be said of the season excepting that men should not overwork themselves, because they feel refreshed and strengthened by the rest which summer necessitates, and thus be likely to undo all the good which had been accomplished. Such a course is little wiser than to build in the morning and tear down in the af ternoon. Most assuredly, though, let our merchants take advantage of ad vertising, which is one of the greatest labor saving principles ever originated. There is nothing enervating or debili tating in it. The ancedote which has been going the rounds of the press re garding the merchant who said that when he wanted a rest he didn’t go away, all he did was to stop advertis ing, is not at all an improbable tale; it has more truth in it than people who Imte the small exi>ense of advertising are willing to admit. Briefly therefore, we would advise that being back in the harness and full of ambition to toil and accomplish much, work not above your strength aud advertise freely, and the benefits of the Summer’s rest will linger till the Summer’s return. An Klectric Stroke. Old General Sablemope was very much annoyed by a young man who persisted in visiting his daughter. “I want to tell you now,” said Ihe Gener al one evening, “that you shall not marry my daughter, and that if you ever come here again I’ll maul you un mercifully.” “General, you could not lie so cruel as to blight my life’ and destroy the happiness of your daughter, could you?” “Rather than have you for a son-in- law, I would willing nail my daughter in a box and send her to a crematory. I give you fair warning. I don’t want you to come around here again. Light out or I’ll dust your coat-tail with biru shot.” “Who’s that in the parlor with Jane?” the General asked of his wife several nights later. “Young Jagle.” “Wliatl is that scoundrel here again? Hand me that cane; I’ll go in and maul him out of shape.” “Do not molest him, General. He is so devoted to Jane that 1 do not think he can keep away. Better let him mar ry, for it seems that nothing but death can break his admiration.” | t The General sat and mused. It was a.struggle for him to refrain from strik ing the persistent fellow, but he waver ed. A rain storm came and beat against the house, aud twisted the limbs of the trees in the yard, but still the old Gen eral mused. A blinding flash, and then a report that shook the house brought the old man to his feet. Rushing into the parlor he found the young man ly ing on the floor. The General raised him up. He opened his eyes, aud said: “if you won’t hit me again I’ll leave here and never come back. I can trav el now. Gimme my hat,” and tearing himself loose, he ran away, and came no more. Another evidence of “saved by electricity.” The grave is a very small hillock, but we can see farther from it than from the highest mountain in all the world. Love, like charity, covers a multi tude of faults. Hip Van Winkle’* Grave. Joseph Jefferson recently visited, for the first time in his life, the gorge in which Irving located the tale of “Rip Van Winkle.” It reaches up from the plain very picturesquely between two of the Catskill mountains. A creek creeps and trickles down between boul ders and over pebbles; the slopes are wooded and the precipices mossed; the meagre description which Irving made of the scene of his legend strikes the visitoras wretchedly inadequate. There is an inn here in S eepy Hollow, aud the owner was foolish enough not to build it in an old-fashioned style, or stick moss on it, or even hang a wea ther-beaten sign from it. '\ r Uat he did was to erect a stiff, white spouse, and let it look brand new. lit \Vaau*t his conscience that prevented him from counterfeiting a colonia.t tavern aud swearing that it was an antique. He has got the idea that people generally believe the story of Rip Van Winkle, and he points out the spots where the lovable sot encountered the keg-laden dwarf, where he saw the old fellows play tenpins and where he lay during his long sleep. He has seen Jefferson act iftp, but he did not rMoguize the actor in the close-shaven, venerable old man who came with others to look at the place. He mistook him for a min ister, as anybody might easily do, and was agreeably surprised to see him drink a glass of beer. The gorge did not seem to greatly interest the man who has made fame and fortune out of its legend. He has grown tired of the “Rip Van Winkle” play aud rather re sentful toward it, because he thinks that his success in it has obscured his versatility. jm- “1 am going to New A)rk to open a new theatre with the {A drama,” he said, “aud I heartily wish that I may never afterward have to appear in it. I shall undertake to play the rest of the season altogether in other pieces. ’ ’ I asked him if playing one character almost exclusively aud continuously for many years did not blqnt his con ceptions concerning it, so fhat he found it somewhat diflicult to kiyjw whether he was acting properly or not. “That’s hardly true,.” he replied, “and yet the performance of the part long ago ceased to be anything but the most perfunctory task—almost me chanical. Still, 1 am told that there is no perceptible difference between the character as I present it now aud as 1 did twenty yeais ago.” Very wealthy, indeed, is Jefferson. He has a fine rural home over at Hoho- kus, N. J. One of his sons, Tom, isan actor in his company, aud another is his business manager. Neither he nor WM Paul, an actress. He is a believer in Spiritualism, aud it is said that he sees —or thinks lie does—the spirits of Hen drick Hudson’s men prominently pre sent during his scene with the ancients in the mountains, lie will not talk on the subject for publication, lest he should be accused of using his religious views for advertising purposes. Fur the luiat l line. A somewhat remarkable reunion oc curred at the residence of Win. B. Payne, in Nelson township, Portage county, Ohio. Wm. B., aged 75; R. F., aged 73; and K. B. Payne, aged 72, and Mi's. Abigail Conaut, a sister, of Lawrence, Kansas, comprised the re- unionists. They hail not all been together for fifteen years aud it was a sort of fare well gathering of a family that hewed out a home in the early wilderness of Ohio and made the first foot prints of civilization. How reinarkuble and yet sad must have appeared the ravages of time. Not a vestige remains of the log cab in where the fattier, mother and six little ones were wont to gather about the fire side in the long winter evenings, crack ing their hickory nuts and listening to the howling of the wolves. The snow that used to sift between the cracks in the logs and cover the beds of the little ones so snugly tucked in together now falls on the graves of father, mother, brother, sister aud the ashes of the old home stead. The little spring whose cooling waters were sliared by the deer, bear, wolf and the family has been dried up by time and over its grave flutter the leaves of the corn. Thu little clearing, the only spot in which the sunshine could touch the earth for miles arouud with fields of waving gram, a few de caying stumps the only monument of the grandeur of the forests that stretch ed farther than the eye could reach. Sadder than all appears the havoc time has made in the families that in those early days were bound together in one great family by hardships and suffering, who watched by each other during sick ness, who helped lower each other’s dead into their last long houses, aud who shared their fresh meat and other lux uries with each other. Where are the »v\•»o»»o -itwl I V/iVA MAAVA Ar\/A*\sVsaAaaA*» A>ksMiVA* The old playfellows? Dead. Where are all the friends who clung together through those early years of hardships aud toil? A hundred little weather worn headstones in the little cemetery nestling ’mougst the chestnuts on the hiil give answer. Here! Seventy years ago! Impossible! it all looks like a dream aud yet perhaps that old life, with all its suffering, was more full o; love, peace and genuine enjoyment than anytuiug that the progress of time aud civilization has brought. But the Paynes had their reunion, aud when the Paynes reune tue dust is bound to fly. Tnere was that staple article of country jollifi cations, stewed chicken, and Bill and Kitch tackled it as if their teeth hat never before been introduced to chick en. Then there was good, old-fashion ed pumpkin pie, aud Bob ate it till his very feet swelled. Aud Ab, she trotted about and waited on and scolded the boys as if they were little fellows of 7 instead of 70, and big aud gray-haired. The struggles of over half a century ago were all recounted and when time for separation came and each must go back to the world again, there was sadness in every heart, it was their List meeting on earth. m—A single pea beau planted in Har bony, Maine, last spring, produced 057 eaus, Rambling Note*. The first thought that strikes one coming from London and Paris is that only twenty-eight miles of water sepa rate two nations so entirely different in manner, lauguago and customs. Al though not the season, Paris Is crowded and gay. The Republic seems to have had a bad effect on all classes. The soldiers swagger around with very little regard to military exactness, swinging their arms and moving their shoulders like raw recruits. Change in govern ment, like any other change, always brings with it some immediate abuses, which time will efface. At the Grand Opera house Meyerbeer’s“L’Africaiue” is the attraction. Tins opera requir- ng A Chorus of 300 and a balfetof still nore, including a scene of a ship under l!ull sail, completely in Mined aud equipped, will draw a crowd in Paris at any time. An institution worth visiting and a little out of the usual way is the Hotel Dronot, an establish ment under official supervision where some of the handsomest bronzes, china and works of art, are knocked down to the highest bidder. There is a house ;n Mexico endowed by a private gentle man where impoverished families can get a loan on anything they are obliged ixi part with. It is larger than the Ho tel Dronot, Covering as much grouud as the Mayazender Louvre. These two are the only ones of their kind known in the world. After Paris, with the brilliancy and ife of that metropolis, the sleepy okl town of Nantes is quite a relaxation. Civilization with its effects of toning down style of costume, has not pene trated into Bretagne, and here it is pos sible to see tbe French peasant in all his glory—not the hard-worked, hand- to-mouth Parisiener. The cathedral, the gardens, the old castle and the har bor are the principal points of interest .in Nantes. Tiie cathedral contains a tomb of Frances XL., with finely cut bas-reliefs encircling it, aud four stat ues, lite-size, at the corners. The castle is a grand old structure, and, with its thick walls and deep moat, reminds one of Ivauhoe and Rebecca, The country of Bretagne is supposed to be tiie hil- iest part of France. If one can judge jy a yiew from a car window, the sur face has the appearance of being fiat. The Saxons aud Gauls do not think of 1 tie sea in the same way that we do. The English do not come regularly—a shooting box and the London season are more to their taste. Foreigners frequent the north of France, but from Arcaehon in the south to Paraine in the north can be found the genuine r reuch- SttApartf inA beaches, as well as their hills aud rivers, are modified to sucli an extent that they appear to Americans as though seen through a microscope. Amusements are more simple than wi lb us, aud it is no uncommon thing to see fathers aud mothers on the merry-go-round, with their children. Here there is much ess of what may be called “Babiolatry” Children find their own amusements and are seldom at a loss for something to do. Many funny things occur at a table d'kute. The expression “/cutes vou8 gran" signifies do you eat meat on Friday? Literally “j/ros” means fat. A stout gentleman, not far from us, when the question was put to him, turned very resentfully audsaid, “What difference does it make lo you whether I am fat or not?” There was a general laugh at the expense of the stranger. It is wonderful what excellent dishes are given at these table de'hvtes, even in the most primitive places; palatable courses are served of odds aud ends that we wjuUI throw away. America has yet to learn the economy of France. HlgH FihhI. It may be laid down as a great prin ciple that meat, fish, or i>oultry in a state of decay cannot be eaten with safety, since .symptoms of irritant poisoning have so frequently arisen from this cause. But a little consider ation will show us the impossibility of drawing a hard and fast line upon this point. We relish venison which has partially undergone decay, while we at once reject beet or mutton in a similar condition. Again, poultry to be pala table must be fresh, yet we do not scruple to eat game which is far ad vanced in decomposition. There is no doubt in many cases we are guided by our palates in determining what food is wholesome for us; for while many of us eat mouldy cheese, a Chinaman will swallow bad eggs, and some races en joy fish which we would consider pu trid. 4 Even as regards oysters, which are generally relished in proportion to their freshness, it is sometimes a mat ter of taste. For example, it is recor ded of the first monarch of the house of Hanover that he objected to the English native oysters as being deficient in flavor. It was privately suggested by a shrewd courtier that tbe native oyster should be allowed to become somewhat stale before being brought to the royal table. The king at once recognized tbe flavor wiiicb bad always pleased linn so much at Herreuhausen, and gave orders that in future he should always be supplied from that particular bed. Tiie absence of evil consequen ces after eating food which has under gone a certain amount of decay is doubtless due in many cases to the completeness of the cooking process; but Ibis does not militate against the general rulo that food in any stage of decay is unwholesome and should be avoided. Of late years there liave been cases of poisonous symptoms arising from the use of canned meats. The cause appears mainly to have been im proper methods of canning or of the use of meat that was tainted before beiug canned. An examination of the outside of the can Is. our only available guide as regards this class of article. The head of the can should be slightly concave, whereas if it be convex it shows that decomposition has commen ced within the can. Sometimes through careless soldering the preserved article becomes couftamiuated with lead, and poisoning by this substance is the re- ! suit. ESTABLISHED 1848 With A Club* Recently a way-worn looking man- having a shirt or two tied up in a rag ged handkerchief, made his way up Fort street, east-Detroit. Some folks could have seen from his general air that, while he knew exactly where he was going, he couldn’t tell within forty rods of what his reception would be. He walked like a man who doubted, and lie looked around him like one who felt anxious. He finally turned in and mounted the steps of a modest house, and his knock at the door was finally answered. The door was pulled open about an inch, and a shrill voice ex claimed: “Go away from here!” “I’ll never do it!” answered the man. The door was closed witli a bang, but he stood right there and kept his eyes on the knob. After three or four minutes it was opened again and a voice cried out: “Go away or I’ll call the police!” “I’ll never go away from my dar ling!” “Who’s your darling?” “Y r ou are’ ’ The door banged again. The man was prepared for it, and he maintained his place for full live minutes without becoming discouraged. At last it opened and a voice pijitxl out: “You have been gone two months!” “Exactly, my darling.” “And you didn’t send me a single cent!” “How could I when I never struck a job? Darling, I’ve returned to thee.” “Go away—I’ve got a divorce!” “Oil, but I know better! Darling, aid your long-absent husband welcome aome.” “Never!” and bang went the door. This time he coolly sat down and began U> whistle. She went to an up per window and looked down upon lira, and finally returned to the door and carefully opened it and said: “You deserted me for two whole moutlis, and I had to take in boarders! Go away! I’ve no further use lor you!” “Katie, do you mean it?” “Y-yes.” ‘‘Then it only remains for me to die. I’ll hang myself with that piece of rope to tliis tree. Katie, darling, good bye!” She banged the door and he proceeded to affix a piece of clothes line to a limb and make ready the fatal noose. He lad everything nicely arranged when she suddenly rushed out with:. “And it’s more trouble you’d make for your poor, weak wife, is it?” and she fell upon him and flung him over a bush aud jammed him into a flower Ded and shoved him into the house witli tl ““ iWptftAnga: nan reiumeo. out an the fatted calf he gets will be laid on with a club!” The Brush Harrow Rightly Mail*. For covering gras* seed and for grind ing down and pulverizing the manure spread on pastures, meadows and on plowed or stubble ground, there is noth ing superior to a well-made brush har row. It is a cheap implement, but its success depends wholly on being con structed right. Badly made, it is worse than none at all. The farmer often cuts down a thick brush, and with little or no preparation, or perhaps with lop ping back a few of the projecting limbs, bitches his team to it and goes to work. It scratches the ground unevenly, pro jecting limbs plow furrows in the soil, a part of the surface is scarcely touched and another part dug into gutters. Much depends on selecting the right kind of brush. There should be many small brandies, anti projecting twigs help the harrowing process. The best material we ever used consisted of the trimmings of some old ptiar trees. Large, few and heavy branches should be avoided. A crossbar is thrust through near the large ends of the branches, or they are evenly strung along on it. Special care must be taken to have plenty of small side-shoots under the cross-bar, so as to keep the main stems well up out of the soil. One of the worst things for a brush-harrow is to have the large ends of the limbs, where they have been cut, rooting into the soil as it is drawn forward. After the main portion is constructed, additional small brush may be placed on it to give it uniform thickness, and another lighter cross-bar may be thrust through the forks to secure the brush in their places. This is a very cheap kind of harrow and if well-made and properly used it is one of the most valuable for certain pur pose* which the farmer can employ. It is one of the best, often the very best, implement to pulverized and spread the top-dressing applied to wheat grouud in autumn after the plowing is completed, and before or after sowing, aud by re ducing the manure to fineness and grinding it into the top-soil, greatly in creases its value. It is the 'test spread er of manure on pastures. It is better than anything else (iierhaps the roller excepted) for covering and insuring the growth of grass seed. The ground be ing previously harrowed even, the brush goes over it reducing the^urtace to fine powder, making it as smooth as a floor, and while covering all the seed, bury ing little or none so deep that It will not come up. We have never been able to secure so smooth a surface with any other implement. The two great re quisites are to have it well made and to use it when soil or manure is dry enough to work well. Wood Preservation.—A new process for impregnating wood for its preserva tion has been patented in Germany. This consists in first treating the wodO with a eolation of zino vitriol, and then with a solution of 0*1 num so that the perservative costing is formed upon the woqd by the chemical action of both substances on one another. a In the last report of the Boottish Hor- tic.iLarul Association is a paper on the amd/sis ol soils taken from the vine yards in which the crops have failed. Comparing the constituents with those of sod* upon which grapes have been successfully grown, it appears that there is a deficiency of lime and potash in the unproductive vineyards. THE VERDICT —or-* THE people* ; BUY THE BEST! Mr. J. o. Boau—Dear sir: I tnugst the nr« Dsvi* Machine solil by you over Sve years ago lor my wife, who has given it a long and fair trial. I am well pleated with a. It never Rives any rouble, and Is as good as when Orst liought. .. J. W. Domex. Winns boro, S. C., April 1SS3. Mr. Boao: Y on wish to know what t have to say In regard to the Davis Machine bought of you three years ago. I feel I can’t say too much In Its fSror. 1 made about $a),oo within dve months, at times running it no fast that the needle would get per fectly hot from friction. I feel comment I could not have done the fame work with as much ease ami so well with any other machlue. No time lost In adjusting attachment*. The lightest running machine I have ever treadled. Brother James Ann 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, Ki.i.kn stkvensom, Falrflold County, April, issa. Mr. road: My mscinnegives me perfect satis fact urn. 1 Bud no fault with it. The attachments a e »o simple, t wish for no better than the Davis Verllca! Feed. Respectfully. „ , „ ,, Mrs. R. Milling. Fairileld county, Apn’, 1883. MR. Boao: 1 bought a Davis Vertical Feed ew.ng Machine from you four years ago. I am ellglited with it. It never hus giveu me any rouide, and has never beep the least out of order. It Is as good as when I tlrst liought it. I cau cheerfully rccomimnd It. Kespeclfiil'y, Mrs. M. J. KIRKLAND. Montlcello, April 30.1883. H This is to certify that I have been using a Davis Vertic d Feed Sewing Machine for over iw i years, purchased of Mr. J. o. Hoag. I haven’t fount it p issessed of any fault—all the attachments are so simple. It never refuses pi work, aud is eerutmiy the lightest runntug in the market. I consider it a Oral class machine. Very respect fully. Minnie M. Wiujnouam. Oakland, Fairfield county. S. 0. Mr Boao : t am wen pieasen m every particm will! the Davis Machine bought of you. I think a tlrsi-class maciiine In every respect. You know you sold several machines of the same make to dlllerent members of our families, all of whom, as far as I'know, are well pleased with them. Respectfully, Mrs. M. H. Mobi.kv. Fairfield county, April, 1883. Thislstocemry we nave nao in constant use the Davis Machine bought of you about three years ago. As we take In work, and have made the price of it several times over, we don’t want any better machlue. It Is always ready to do any kind of work we have to do. No puckerlngor skipping stitches. We can ouly say we are well pleased aud wish no better machine, C'ATIlBRINK WVLIK AND SlBTBH. April 25, 1883. I have no fault to find with my miclpne, and don’t want any iietter. I have m vie the price of It severa times by taking In sewing. It Is always ready to do its work. 1 think It a flrsi-class ma chine. 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—l)?ar sir: It gives me m tch pleasure to testify to the merits of the Davis Ver tical Feed Sewing Machine. The machine I got of you about live years ago. bas been almost In con stant use ever since that time. I cannot see that It Is worn any, sud 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, - Kobt. Crawford, Granite Quarry, near Wlnnsboro S. C. We have used the Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine for the last five years. We would not have any other make at any price. The tnicnme bas given us unbounded satisfaction. Very respectfully, Mrs. W. K. Turner and Dau<ihtsss| Fairfield county, h. C., Jan. 27,1883. Having liought s Davis Vertical Feed Sewing Machine from Mr. J. O. Boag some three years ago, and It navlug given me perfect satisfaction In •very res|iect asa taintly machine, both for hea/y aud light sewing, and never needed the least re pair In any way, i can cheerfully recommend It to auy one as a first-class machine In every particu lar, and think It second to none. It Is one ot the simplest machines made; my children use it with all ease. The attachment* are more easily ad justed aud it does a greater range ot work by means of Us Vertical Feed than any other iss- •hlne I have ever seen or used. Mrs. Thomas Owinol W'innsboro, Fairfield county, S. C. We have had one of tbe Davis Machines about four years and have always found it ready M do all kinds of work we have had occasion to da Can't see mat the machine is worn any, and works as well as when new. Mrs. W. J. Crawford, Jackson’s Creek. Fairfield county, h. C. My wife Is highly pleased with the Davis Ma- uiiiue uougukoi you. bite would iawl tukv uOULlS wnat sue gave for it. Tbe machlue has not been out of order since she bad It, and she can do any kind of work on It. Very Respectfully, 1 ^ Jas. F. Free. Montlcello, Fairfield county, 8. C. The Dsvls Sewing Machine U simply a treas ure Mrs. J. A. uoodwyn. Ridgeway, N. C., Jan. II), loss. J,O Boao, Esq., Agent—Dear Sir: My wife has been using a Davis Sewing Machine constant ly for the past four years, anil it has never needed any repairs an i worKs Just as well as when first bought. She says It will do a greater range of practical worK #>ud do it easier aud better than auy machine she uas ever used. We cheerfully recommend It a* a No. 1 family machine, You tru.y, Jas. Q. Davis. Wlnnsboro. 8. C., Jan. 3, 1883. Mr. Boao : I have always found my Davis Ma chine ready do all kinds of to work 1 have bad oc casion to do. I cannot see that the machlue la worn a particle aud it works as wed as when new. Hespectfudy, Mrs. U. C. goodino. Wlnnsboro, S. C., April. 1883, Mr. Boag : My wife has been conttantiy using the Davis Machine bought of yon about Hve years ago. I have never regretted buying It, a* it ia al way* ready for any kind of family sewing, eithar heavy or light. It le never out of fix or needing repairs. Fairfield, S. a, March, isw.