Edgefield advertiser. (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, November 23, 1893, Image 1
THOS. J. ADAMS, PEOPRIETOE.
EDGEFIELD, S. C., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 1893.
VOL. LYU!. NO. 43.
PECK'S BAD BOY.
BY GEO. W. PECK.
Copyrighted 1S93 by thc American Press Asse
' ciation.
CHAPTER XL
HIS PA IS "XISH1ATKD."
"Say, are you a Mason or a Nodfellow
or anything?" asked the bad boy of the
grocery man as he went to the cinnamon
bag on the shelf and took out a long stick
of cinnamon bark to chew.
"Why, yes, of course I am, but what
set you to thinking of thai?" asked the
grocery man as he went to the desk and
charged the boy's father with half a
pound of cinnamon.
"Well, do the goats bunt when you
nishiate a fresh candidate."
"No, of coarse not. The goats are
cheap ones, that have no life, and we
muzzle them and put pillows over their
heads so they can't hurt anybody," said
the grocery man as he winked at a broth
er Odd Fellow who was seated on a sug
ar barrel, looking mysterious. "But why
do you ask?"
"Oh, nothin, only I wish me and my
chum hail muzzled cur goat with a pil
low. Pa would have enjoyed his becom
ing a member of our lodge better. You
see, Pa had been telling us how much
good the Masons and Odd Fellows did
and said we ought to try and grow up
? good so we could jine the lodges when
we got big, and I csked Pa if it would do
any hurt for us to have a play lodge in
my room and pretend to nishiate, and
Pa said it wouldn't do any hurt. He said
it would improve our minds and learn
us to be men. So my chum and me bor
ried a goat that lives in a livery stable.
Say, did you know they keep a goat in a
. livery stable so tVe horses won't get sick?
They get used to the smell of the goat,
and after that nothing can make them
sick but a glue factory. I wish my girl
boarded in a livery stable. Then ?he
would get used to the smell.
"I went home' with her from church
Sunday night, and the smell of the goat
. on my clothes made her sick to her stum
mick, and she acted just like an excur
sion on the lake and said if I didn't go
and bury myself and take the smell out
of me she wouldn't never go with me
again. She was just as pale a? a ghost,
and the prespiration on her lip was just
zif she had been hit by a street sprinkler.
You see, my chum and me had to carry
the goat up to my room when Pa and Ma
was out riding, and he blatted so we had
to tie a liandkerchief around his nose,
and his feet made such a noise on the
floor that we put some baby's socks on
his feet. Gosh, how a goat smells, don't
it? I should think you Masons must
have strong stunimix. Why don't you
have a skunk or a mulo for a trademark?
Take a mule and anoint it with lim
burg cheese, and you could nishiate and
make a candidate smell just as bad as
with a gosh darn mildewed goat.
"Well, my chum and me practiced
with, that goat until he could bunt the
picture of a goat every time. We bor
ried a buck beer sign from a saloon mau
and hung it on the back of a chair, and
the goal would hit it every time. That
night Pa wanted to know what we were
doing up in my room, and I told him we
were playing lodge and improving our
minds/ and P?i said that was right.
There was nothing that did boys of our
age half so much good as to imitate men
and store by useful itollidge. Then my
chum asked Pa if he didn't want to come
up and take tito grand bumper degree,
and Pa laired and said lie didn't care if
he did just to cncounfge us boys in inno
cent pastime that was so improving to
our intellex. We had shut the goat up
in a closet in my room, and he had got
over blatting, so we took off the handker
chief, and he was eating some of my pa
per collars and skate straps. We went
up stairs and told Pa to come up pretty
soon awl give three distinct raps, and
when we asked him who comes there he
must say, 'A pilgrim who wants to join
your ancient order and ride tho goat.'
"Ma wanted to come, up too, but we
told her if she come in it would break
up the lodge, 'cause a woman couldn't
keep a secret, and we didn't have any
side saddle for the goat. Say, if you
never tried it. the next time you nishiate
a man in your Mason's lodge you sprin
kle a little kyan pepper on the goat's
beard just afore you turn him loose.
You eau get three times as much fun to
the square inch of goat. You wouldn't
think it was the same goat. Well, we
got all fixed and, Pa rapped, and we let
him in and told him he munt be blind
folded, and he got on his knees a-laffing.
and I tied a towel around his eyes, and
then I turned him around and made him
get down on his hands also, and then Iiis
back was right toward tr?e closet door,
and I put the buck beer sign right
against Pa's clothes. He was a-laffing
all the time and said we boys were as
full of fun as they made 'em, and we
told him it was a solemn occasion, and
we wouldn't permit no levity, and if ho
didn't stop laffing we couldn't give him
the grand bumper c'agree.
.'Then everything was ready, and my
chum had his hand on the closet door and
some kyan pepper in his other hand, and
I asked Pa in low bass tones if ,he felt as
though be wanted to turn back or if he
had nerve enough to go ahead and tako
the degree. I warned him that it was
full of dangers, as the goat was loaded
for bear, and lold him he yet had time to
retrace his steps if he wanted to. He
said he wanted the wholo bizness, and we
could go ahead with the menagerie. Then
I said to Pa that if he had decided to go
ahead and not blame us for the conse
quences to repeat after me the follow
ing: 'Bring forth the royal bumper and
let him bump.'
"Bring forth the royal bumper and. let
him bump."
"Pa repeated the words, and my chum
crinkled the kyan pepper on the goat's
mustache, and ne sneezed once ana looirea
sassy, and then he see the lager beer goat
raring up, and he started for it just like a
cowcatcher and blatted. Pa is real fat,
but he knew he got hit, and he grunted
and said, 'Hell's fir?, what you boys doin?
and then the goat gave him another de
gree, and Pa pulled off the towel and got
up and started for the stairs, and so did
the goat, and Ma was at the bottom of
thc stairs listening, and when I looked
over the banisters Pa and Ma and the
goat were all in a heap, and Pa was yell
ing murder and Ma was screaming fire,
and the goat was blatting and sneezing
and bunting, and the hired girl came
into the hall, and the goat took after her,
and she crossed herself just as the goat
struck her and said, 'Howly mother,
protect me!'and went down stairs .the
way we boys slide down hill, with both
hands on herself, and the goat rared up
and blatted, and Pa and Ma went into
their room and shut the door, and then
my chum and me opened the front door
and drove'tho goat out.
"The minister, who comes to see Ma
every three times a- week, was just ring
ing the bell, and the goat thought he
wanted to be nishiated, too, and gave
him one for luck and then went down
the sidewalk blatting and sneezing, and
the minister came in the parlor and said
he was stabbed, and then Pa came out
of his room with his suspenders hanging
down, and he didn't know the minister
was there, and he said cuss words, and
Ma cried and told Pa he would go to hell
sure, and Pa said he didn't care, he would
kill that kussid goat afore he went, and
I told'Pa the minister was in the parlor,
and he and Ma went down and said the
weather was propitious for a revival, and
it seemed as though an outpouring of the
spirit was about to be vouchsafed to bis
people, and none of them sot down but
Ma, 'cause the goat didn't hit her, and
while they were talking relidgin with
their months and kassin the goat in
wardly my chum and me adjourned the
lodge, and I went and staid with him
all night, and I haven't been home since.
"But I don't believe Pa will lick me,
'cause he said he would not hold us re
sponsible for the consequences. He or
dered the goat hisself, and we filled the
order, dou't you 6ee? Well, I guess I
will go and sneak in the back way and
find out from the hired girl how the land
lays. She won't go back on me, 'cause
the goat was not loaded for hired girls.
She just happened to get in at thc wrong
time. Goodby, sir. Remember and
give your goat kyan pepper in your
lodge."
As the boy went away and skipped
over the back fence the grocery man said
to his brother Odd Fellow: "If that boy
doesn't beat the devil, then I never saw
one that did. The old man ought to
hav3 him sent to a lunatic asylum."
CHAPTER Xn.
HIS GIRL GOES BACK OK HIM.
"Now you git right away from here,"
said the grocery man to the bad boy as
he came in with a hungry look on his
face and a wild light in his eye. "I am
afraid of you. I wouldn't be surprised
to see you go off half cocked and blow
us all up. I think you are a devil. You
may have a billygoat, or a shotgun, or
a bottle of poison concealed about you.
Condemn j'ou, the police ought to muz
zle you. You will kill somebody yet.
Here, take a handful of prunes and go off
somewhere and enjoy yourself and keep
away from here," and the grocery man
went on sorting potatoes and watching
the haggard face of the boy. "What
ails you anywayV"- he added as the boy
refused the prunes and seemed to be
6ick at the stomach.
"You see before you a shadow."
"Oh, I am a wreck," said the boy as he
grated his teeth and looked wicked.
"You see before you .a shadow. I have
drank of the sweets of life, and now
only the dregs remain. I look back at
the happiness of the pa6t two weeks,
during which I have been permitted to
gaze into the fond blue eyes of my loved
one and carry her rubbers to school for
her to wear home when it rained, to
hear the sweet words that fell from her
lips as she lovingly told me I was a ter
ror, and as I think it is all over and that
I shall never again place my arm around
her waist I feel as if the wosld had been
kicked off its base and was whirling
through space, liable to be knocked into
a cocked hat, and I don't care a dam.
My girl has" shook me."
. "Sho? You don't say so," said the
grocer}- man as he threw a rotten potato
into a basket of good ones that were go
ing to the orphan asylum. "Well, she
showed sense. You would have blown
her up, or broken her neck, or some
thing. But don't feel. bad. Yon will
soon find another girl that will discotxit
her, and yon will forget this one."
"Never!" said the Loy as he nibbled
at a piece of codfish that ho had picked
off. "I shall never allow my affections
to become entwined about another piece
of calico. It unmans me, sir. Hence
forth I am a hater of the whole girl race.
From this out I shall harbor reveuge in
my heart, and no girl can cross ray path
and live. I want to grow up to become
a he schoolma'm, or ? bc milliner, or
something, where I can grind girls into
the dust under the heel of a terrible des
potism and make them sue for mercy.
"To think that girl, on whom I have
lavished my heart's best love and over
80 cents in the past two weeks, could let
the "uiell of a goat on my clothes come
between us and break off an acquaint
ance that seemed to be the forerunner
of a happy future and say 'Ta-ta' to
me and go off to dancing school with a
telegraph messenger boy who wears a
sleeping car porter uniform is too much,
and my heart is broken. I will lay for
that messenger some night when he is
delivering a message in our ward, and I
will make him think lightning has struck
the wire and run in on his bench. Oh,
you don't know anything about the woe
there is in this world. You never loved
many people, did you?"
The grocery man admitted he never
loved very hard, but he know a little
something about it from an aunt of his
who got mashed on a Chicago drum
mer. "But your father must be having
a rest while your Whole "mind ls occupied
with your love affair," said he.
"Yes," said the boy, with a vacant
look, "I take no interest in the pleasure
of the chase anymore, though I did have
a little quiet fun this morning at the
breakfast table. You see, Pa is the con
trariest man ever was. If I complain
that anything at the table don't taste
good, Pa says it is all right. This morn
ing I took the sirup pitcher and emptied
out the white sirup and put in some cod
liver oil that Ma is taking for her cough.
I put some on my pancakes and pretend
ed to taste of it, and I told Pa the sirup
was sour and not fit to eat. Pa was mad
in a second, and he poured out some on
his pancakes and said I was getting too
confounded particular. He said the sirup
was good enough for him, and he sopped
his pancakes in it and fired some down
his neck. He is a gaul durued hypocrite,
that's what he is. I could see by his face
that the cod liver oil was nearly killing
bim, but he said that sirup "was all right,
and if I didn't eat minc he would break
my back, and, by gosh, I had to eat it,
and Pa said he guessed he hadn't got
much appetite, and he would just drink
a cup of coffee and eat a donut
"I like to died, and that is one thing,
I think, that makes this disappointment
in love harder to bear. But I felt sorry
for Ma. Ma ain't got a very strong
stummick, and when she got some of
that cod liver oil in her mouth she went
right up stairs sickern a horse, and Pa
had to help "her, and she had nooralgia
all the morning. I eat pickles to take
the taste out of my mouth, and then I laid
for the hired girls. They eat too mn. i
sirup anyway, and when they got on to
that cod liver oil and swallowed a lot of
it one of them, a Nirish girl, she got up
from the table and put her hand on her
corset and said 'Howly Jaysus!' and
went ont in tho kitchen as pale as Mo is
when she has powder on her face, and
the other girl, who is Dutch, she swal
lowed a pancake and said, 'Mine Gott,
vas do matter from meK and she went
out and leaned on the coalbin; then they
talked Irish and Dutch and got clubs
and started to look for me. and 1 thought
I would come over here.
"The whole family is sick, but it is not
from love, like my illness, and they will
get over it, while I shall fill an early
grave, but not till I have made that girl
and the telegraph messenger wish they
were dead. Pa and 1 are going to Chi
cago next week, and I'll bet we'll have
some fun. Pa says I need a change of
air, and I thin!; he is going to try and
lose me. It's a cold day when I get left
anywhere that I can't find my way
back. Well, goodby, old rotten potatoes."
Feed the Fatherless.
Tu auk sgi ving Day is coming.
So ?B Christmas!
Good times are these to remem
ber the needy and deserving poor.
",Vbo are more needy or deserv
than the orphans.
There are more than a hundred
of them in the homes of the Thorn
well Orphanage, Clinton.
They come from almost every
Southern and several Northern
and Western States of the Union ;
their parents were of at least ten
different denominations of Chris
tians. But here, they are ali of
one family, trained in ways of
usefulness and piety fitted to do
good work for the world hy the les
sons they receive.
This home is under the care of
Presbyterians. But it is in no
sense local, neither does it confine
its benefits to children of that
faith.
It is provided for by voluntary
gifts. There is no appropriation
to its support by any ecclesiastical
or charitable body. Individual
gifts alone are its dependence.
For eighteen years, it has been in
existence, growing continually in
numbers; in that time it has train'
ed many orphans for usefulness.
In all that time, God's people have
not allowed the fatherless ones to
suffer.
Gifts of money or provisions
may be sent directed simply lo
"Thornwell Orphanage,'1 Clinton,
S. C., or to Dr. Jacobs, its presid
ing officer.
Don't forget the orphans on
Thanksgiving Day and Christmas.
They need your help, reader.
The Discovery of Coffee.
Brooklyn Eagle.
Toward the middle of the 15th
cen tu ry* a poor Arab was travelling
in Abyssinia. Finding himself
weak and weary he stopped near a
grove. Being in want of fuel to
cook his rice he cut down a tree,
which happened tobe covered-with
dried berries. His meal being
cooked and eaten, the traveller
discovered that these half burned
berries were fragrant. He collected
a number, and on crushing them
with a stone he found the aroma
increased to a great extent.
While wondering at this, he ac
cidentally let the substance fall
into a can which contained his
scanty supply of water. Lo, what
a miracle! The almost putrid
liquid was partially purified. He
raised it to his lips. It was fresh
and agreeable, and after a short
rest thc traveller so far recovered
his strength and energy as to be
able to resume his journey.
The lucky Arab gathered as
many berries as he could, and hav
ing arrived at Aden in Arabia he
informed the mufti of his discov
ery. That worthy was an inveter
ate opium smoker, who had been
suffering for years from the in
fluence of the poisonous drug. He
tried an infusion of the roasted
berries and was so delighted at the
recovery of his former vi?or that
in gratitude to the tree he called
it camuha. which in Arabic sigui
fies force.
For the ADVERTISES.
THE WANDEREE
It was on the fast express I
tween Charlotte and Atlanta. I w
very tired and eagerly adjust
myself as best I could in the fi\
vacant seat I reached. Tho tra
pulled out of the Charlotte dop
on time to th6 minute. The day h;
been bitter cold and gusty. It w
in the depth of winter and the
had been a heavy fall of snow f
twenty-four consecutive hom
But as twilight peeped over t
western horizon the snow flak
ceased their wanton . play. Ai
naught disturbed the. heaven i
j spired calm save the "clack-clai
of the great iron trucks as tb
leaped from one steel rail toanot
er bearing to distant points ll
precious burden of a score
souls.
From the car window I cou
6ee the great drifts of snow fias
ing like splendid diamonds
the light of the moon. Tl
streaks of cloud had slowly me
ted into the infinite azure of tl
deep blue sky, and fiery coi
stellations - lit up the heaveu
light spangled chandeliers.
As the train dashed along grou]
of trees like so roany skeletoi
draped in dazzling cloaks of snoi
rose weird and ghostlike befo:
my eyes and quickly glided pasi
supp)~nted by another and sti
another in quick succession, unt
the whole scene reminded me <
one vast panorama of the dea
returning from the gi ave. I sa
a far off line of Blue Ridge bluf
that glistened, like the waves <
a frozen sea hushed in eternr
calm. And where the sky dippe
into them there rested a lust'
that was sublime. Above the di
and noise of the train could t
faintly heard the melauchol
sighs of the winter wind.
As the train stopped at the litt]
way station along the road pai
sengers shivering with cold woul
enter the car and endeavor to "sei
themselves on the velvet cushioc
nearest the heated stove. "
It was a night fit for the godi
With this chain of thought Ail
ting through my mind. I uncor.
8ciously lit a cigar and was quiet!
enjoying the smoke when a remar
from the conductor reminded m
that I was not in a smoking cai
He a!so suggested that a gentle
man would not iudulge in tobacc
in the presence of ladies,
I thanked him for his informa
tioir and got up and left.
As I slammed the door of th
car behind me and started for th
smoking room of tho Pullman, m;
foot was hardly planted on th?
platform of the bounding coacl
before I was greeted with a voic<
that seemed to come from thi
trucks of one of the cars.
',Hello mister, how is you:
health?"
'Well, I will swear!" was mj
inaudible response as I lookec
towards the truck of the sleepe:
and saw by tho glimmering moon
light the outstreched form of f
ragged tramp. His face haunti
me even now. I think he was tb<
most forlorn, dejected, woe-begon(
specimen of humanity I ever lani
eyes on. He was certainly the
pride of trampdom. There was
nothing in either his face or hii
dress to indicate that he could nov.
lay any claim to a better life. His
large, baggy trousers bore markf
of a rough, dirty life. Covered with
the dirt and filth so incident tc
such an existence they had
grown exceedingly rusty; and
judging from their appearance
they had seen "long and active'1
hervice. The old coat he wore
showed every sign of age and de
cay. Without regard to the cold
ness of the night, it presented
numerous holes to admit the
chilling wind to his shivering
and unprotected skin. His slouch
hat lay over his shoulders and
thoroughly, though not very grace,
fully, covered 'his otherwise un
kempt neck. Underneath HR flaps
shone a pair of eyes that flashed
even with intelligence. There
was something in his looks that
seemed to indicate that he had
known better days. Ill-usage, it
is true, had almost crushed the
better feelings of his nature, but
had not destroyed them. Though
his voice and manner were
characterized by a provoking
but good-natured insolence, tome
there was something about him
that seemed to show that he had
not lost all regard for the better
qualities of his better nature.
"What are you doing down
, there?" I inquired, as soon as I
had sufficiently recovered from
the unexpected surprise.
"Ridra', " was his ready and
nonchalant response.
"Where are you going?"
.'Nowhere."
"What is your name?"
"Woll, that's a leading question
and your deponent declineih to
answer."
"How do you account for the
life yon are leading?" I asked as
ilooked at his dirty yet handsome
?face. '
"I don't account at all. I never
run any account. I think it is
bad policy. So did the men from
whom I tried to get credit.',
j "Well, what do you want?"
"A whole kitchen."
" "You must be hungry?"
"Well, I should smile. I have
been chewing the little end of
bitter reflection for the last two
days and I think a change of diet
would improve my health."
"Ain't you cold?" I inquired as
he drew himsslf up into an un
comfortable position with the
evident intention of trying to
warm himself.
"Oh, no! Just come down and
try it. . You talk just like I was
a fool and you another."
; "Well j ou needn't get so fresh,"
^remarked.
,lI ain't fresh. If you don't
believe me look at these clothes.
There is nothing fresh about them,
isoliere?" While he thus spoke he
pulled open three or four patches
a?fd laid bara his dirty skin.
Although he presented a pitiable
spectacle, I could not keep back a
merry peal of laughter as I noticed
the comical expression that played
about his youthful face. He spoke
the: t?uth. He didn't look fresh a
a bit. ou *ne contrary, his condi
tion, was pathetic, As I recalled
my tart remark, an omnipresent
conscience half smote me
with, a stinging rebuke. Perhaps
he had a mother who was at that
hour shedding tears of bitter an
guiSfi.. for her wandering boy;
longing for" his raturn, and the
safety of her child.
"Why don't you return home?"
I asked, as a sigh escaped my lips.
In a moment a look of melancholy
gently stole over his countenance.
"Home, stranger? Alas ! I.have
none to return to."
He paused as if unjable to con
tinue; his voice quivered, and with
his dingy coatsleeve brushed away
tears that had crept into his eyes.
"Two years ago I was happy,
living in a little country home in
Missouri, with a loving mother
and brother and sisters. I was
wild, as most boys are. One day,
in a torrent oi rage, my father
ordered rae from home. Oh,
stranger, you little know what a
scar a blow from a parent leaves on
the heart of a child. I left and
have never returned-perhaps
never will. Since that time, with
blasted hopes and a blighted
future I have been drifting
around the world. You know the
rest without my telling you. It
has been one loug and dreary
pathway from better to worse until
the last round on the ladder has
been reached and I can go on
further. They shun me like a
leper, even when I asked for bread
to stay my hunger. Among my
associates I am -esteemed in pro
portion to my depravity and
perversity. No advice have I re
ceived save to encourage me to
theft and murder. God has never
yet made the heart-"
The cars jolted, and before I
could utter a word of warning,
the ^unfortunate being fell from
the trucks.
A faint cry.
A moan, prompted by the
agonies of death, was heard above
the noise of the flying train.
I frantically reached for the bell
cord. But too late! The giant
wheels had done their work.
* * * *
We found him lying in the
middle of the track, horribly
mangled.
"Mother! Mother!" he was
faintly gasping.
Fearful as had been the ravages
of his fell destroyer-terrible as
the penalty of his woi thiess habits
-blighting, blasting, scorching,
scathing, withering, wasting as
they had been to everything
bright and noble within him-still
they had not destroyed all. One
sense remained aud rose grandly
among the ruins. He thought in
his last moments of his mother.
When he felt the shadow of
death hovering about him, his
face lost its bronze; his tongul
forgot its familiar joaths, I gath
ered him in my arms.
''Stranger," he whispered, "hav<
you got a mother?"
"Yes-God bless her," I res
ponded in a prayerful tone as 1
remembered her dear, swee1
countenance.
"So have I," said the tramp, ai
he feebly attempted to wipe awaj
the blood that was trickling dowr
his horribly gashed face. "I wai
thinking of her for the first timi
in a year just before I fell fron:
the truck. In an hour I shall b(
dead. You will live and you wil
same day, perhaps, go to my ole
home. Will you seek out raj
mother and tell her that in mj
last hour I asked her forgiveness
I wanted to hear her voice-prayer!
for the motherly touch of her haue
on my blood-stained brow?"
"I will." was my muttered re
ply, as tears began to steel dowr
my cheeks.
"And say to her good thoughts
crept into my heart-that I pray
ed-that I remembered her aE
the dear old mother who grayed al
my bedside and taught me heaven,
Say that-"
He was dead !
The passengers gathered closei
about him.
Some' eager to do him kindness
afcter he was gone.
"But too late !
"All aboard!" cried out the con
ductor, as the trainmen hurriedly
placed the mangled form in the
baggage car and closed the door.
The whistle blew. The huge iron
monster wa-* again started on its
endless journey.
Perhaps to find some new victim.
After all, the world might have
made it easier for the poor boy.
But he was only a tramp.
J. H. TILLMAN.
Nuggets.
Chambers' Jounal.
The largest nugget ever found
in California was discovered in
November,*-1854, at Carson Hill,
Calaveras county. It weighed. 18C
pounds! Another weighing 149
pounds was soon afterward found
at the same place.
In Augusta, 1869, W. A. Farish,
A. Wood, J. Winstead, F, Clevere
and Harry Warner ?were partners
in the Monumental claim near the
Sierra Buttes, in Sierra county
During the last week in that
month they discovered a huge
nugget, which weighed 1,593
ounces troy. It was sold to R. B. B.
Woodward, of San Francisco, who
paid $21,637 for it for exhibition
purposes. It was afterward melted
and realized $17,655. Sierra is
justly famed for the nuggets it has
produced. It was in this county,
at a spot known as French Ravine,
that a nugget valued at $23,000
was found in 1850.
The biggest nugget of gold ever
found in Shasta county was dis
coyered in 1870. Oue day three
Frenchmen, two of whom were
named Oliver Longchamp and
Fred Rochon, drove into the old
town of Shasta in search of a spot
to min?. They happened to have
some business with A. Colemen, a
dealer in hardware. The three asked
him where was a good place to
mine. He carelessly pointed in a.
northerly direction and said: "Go
over to Spring. Creek." They took
his advice and located a claim on
the creek about eight miles north
of Redding, and in a few days one
of the party picked up a nugget
worth $19,000.
New Kind of Cotton.
Tho Anderson People's Advocatt
says: We have received a sample
of a new variety of cotton and the
seed from the same that is some
thing remarkable. This cotton
was raised by a negro in Corner
Township and was ginned by B.
A. McConnoll. 7,400 pounds of
cotton wen picked from the fieid
which made seven bales, weighing
475 pounds each, or au average of
1,057 pounds seed cotton to each
475 pounds of lint. The seeds are
the smallest we ever saw, and any
one can inspect the sample of lint
and seed by calling at this office.
Boats for thc Sufferers.
The Columbia Register of the
3d inst., says: When Governor
Tillman visited the storm sufferers
on tho coast in September he found
that many people who- depended
upon fishing and such like for a
living had lost their boats. He
therefore ordered fifty boats made,
which has been done and he has
been informed by Lieutenant
Beardsley of the marine service on
the coast that fifty families are now
using the boats which are a great
help to them. The boats were paid
for out of the funds contributed
for the relief of the sufferers.
FOR THE THOUGHTFUL,
SELECTED.
Tho strongest thing on earth is
a holy life.
Good actions are like sheep, apt
to follow one another.
When you look for an angel
don't look at yourself.
When we lift on somebody's else
burden, God takes our own.
Mahomet admitted bees to para
dise, but barred out the hornet.
God is not surprised at anything
that men do, but the devil often is.
No man will ever be celebrated
for his piety whose religion is all
in his head*
There is no place in the Bible
where God has promised to make
a loafer happy.
Some men who start out to set
the world on fire, give up at the
first thunderclap.
It is in his book on the Lord's
Prayer, that Archbishop Farrow
gives to the world this remarkably
clear exposition of the meaning of
religion. The more the years pass
on the deeper becomes my convic
tion that religion does not mean
and has nothing to do with many
things it is taken to mean. It does
not mean elaborate theology. It
does not mean membership of this
or that organization ; it does not
depend on orthodoxy in matters
of opinion respecting which Chris
tians differ. It means a good heart
and a good life. Eight conduct, a
holy character, these are the tests
of the only sort of religion which
is of the smallest value. All else
will vanish, this will remain.
Love, joy, peace, long suffering,
gentleness, goodness, faith, meek
ness, temperance, these are the
only fruits of the Tree of Life
which are genuine.
First and Second.
St. Louis Globe Demo^rat^
Colorado is first in silver.
Missouri is first in mules.
Louisiana is first in sugar.
Connecticut leads in clocks.
Kentucky is first in tobacco.
South Carolina leads iii rice.
Mississippi is second in cotton.
Alaska ranks first in sealskins.
Tennessee is second in peanuts.
Maryland is second in fisheries.
New Jersey is first in silk manu
factures. 4
Georgia is second in rice and
sweet potatoes.
The two Dakotas lead all the
states in wheat.
North Carolina is first in tar,
second in copper.
Iowa is first in hogs, second in
com, hay, and oats.
Virginia is first in peanuts and
second in tobacco.
Rhode Island is second.in cotton
and linen goods.
Massachusetts is first in fisher
ies, second in commerce.
Michigan is first in copper, salt,
and lumber, second in iron.
Ohio is first in sheep and wool,
second in petroleum and steel.
California stands first in gold
and grapes, second in sheep and
wool.
Georgia exports e very year over
$1,000,000 worth of watermelons.
Texas is first in cattle and cot
ton, second in sugar, sheep, and
mules. \
Illinois is first in corn, oats, pork,
distilled liquors, and railways,
second in coal, wheat, aud hogs.
New York is first in manufac
tures, printing, hops, hay, potatoes,
buckwheat, and cows, second in
salt, liquor, and railways.
Tobacco Knocks Out Cholera.
Loudon Telegraph.
From investigations at Green
wich it appears that the cholera
bacillus does not like smoke. It
shares the feelings of the tribe of
cannibals who petitioned an
Evangelical society to send them
missionaries who were members of
the Anti-Tobacco Society. The
authorities at the wook-house
whore cholera recently broke out
have discovered that male inmates
who had been great smokers, or
who had been in the habit of
chewing tobacco passed unscathed
through the epidemic. Nearly
every man was or had been a
smoker, and the statistics show
that only eighty-three males were
attacked as compared with 150
females. It vas found that when
a man was seized with the disease
it took ? very mild form. Several old
Irishwomen in the work-house
who smoked before their admission
and now, when they could manage
it, had all escaped. No one of
them had been attacked.
HOW I LOOK AT IT.
Ef yo' reck'ns fur to go it jes' pre
cisely as you please,
An' de Master from His girdle will on
hitch the gol'n keys,
Wen yo' step across de threshold uv de
mighty bimeby .
An' tell yo' yo' is welcome to de man
sion in de sky,
Dere's mistake somewhar.
Ef yo' scatter yo' wile oatses in the
Maytime uv de year
Wid a notion dat October'll fill yo'
barn, my honey dear,
Dat de oatses in de furer's go'n to
' change to yaller corn,
Better hark to Master Gab ri 1, who's
a-sho?tin' from his horn,
"Dere's mistake somewhar."
Dere's a warnin' rolls from Siny, rolls
a-thun'rin' right an' lef
An' yo' better listen careful, for it's
tended for yo'se'f;
Ef yo' snose dat the angil w'ot is mak
in' up yo' count
Go'n to mixify de Aggers so yo' won't
pay full amount,
"Dere's mistake somewhar."
Ef yo' feeble tremol?n' fingers grip de
. fingers of yo' Frien',
Ef yo' trab'l in de fores' to de dearin'
at de en'
Ever lovin' like a lover dat is loyal an'
is true,
Ever trustin' in His power for to see
yo' safely froo;
No mistake dat time.
-The Independent.
POPULISM BEAD.
At Least in the South, Sa~s Col.
OTerrall.
WASHINGTON, NOV. 15.-Colonel
Charles T. O'Ferrall. who has just
been elected governor of Virginia,
nas been in the city for a few days
closing up his congressional busi
ness with the departments. He says
that he will continue as a menfber
of Congress from the Seventh dis
trict until the eve of his inaugura
tion as governor. It is expected
that Jason Brown, of Indiana, the
senior Democrat in the House Com
mittee of Privileges and Elections,
will succeed Col. O'Ferrall as
chairman of that committee. Col.
O'Ferrall says that he thinks the..
Populist movement is . ended, at
least in Virginia and the Southland
i^^ovihiaks.'.r.h^t.rt .hi,? rr?i.Ji&
best days in the West. The con
tests of the future, he thinks, wi ll
be between the old parties.
. One or Two.
Barnwell Sentinel.
There seems to be one settled
fact in fhe politics of this country
-either the Democratic party or
the Republican party is going to
be successful in all elections and
rule. The Populists, or Third
party folks, are not as far into it
as the leaders imagined they were.
Every test they make of theil*
strength conies so short of all ex
pectations that the u party grows
more and more insignificant. The
State of South Carolina may con
tain a few Populists, and out of
this few there are not many who
understand the nature of the
principles they have caught on to
and are advocating. Because a
man is a Reformer, or a Tillman
man, it is unjust to class him as a
Populist. This is a grave error. We
know Reformers, or Tillman men,
right here in Barnwell County
who will stick to the flac of Demo
cracy as long as there is a shred
of it left. In other words, they
want their reformation to como
through the hands of tho Demo
cratic party. We believe that if.
any attempts are made to carry
South Carolina into the Third
party, there will be as many Till
man Democrats as were seen in
1876. These people hav? -a littla
more knowledge of Populist leaders
fhan many suppose, and we can
not believe that they will consent
to ci st their political future with
such a clan. We have had warning
after warning-warning with a
life experience in it-and, like
Virginians, we cauuot afford to
disregard it at any' time. When
the solid Democracy of the South
is broken the old enemy, the Re
publican party, will come in,
adorned with experience aud
various implements for erecting
bomb proofs, and then tho people
of South will be forever shut out
and oppressed. The star of Demo
cracy in South Carolina has shown
too bright tobe so suddenly dimmed
by an insignificant meteor which
burst and como to nothing!
A Blood Month.
The old dwellers in England
called November the wind month;
they also called it the blood month,
because it was a time of killing
many cattle for the household and
the altar. We find a long line of
Englishmen who speak bitterly of
the next thirty days ; there is War
burton, with his "dreadful month
of November," and Thomas Hood,
with his poem beginning :
"No sun-no moon !
No morn-no noon
No dawn-no dusk-no proper time of