University of South Carolina Libraries
TWOS J ADAMS. PROPRIETOR EDGEFIELD, S. C., WEDNESDAY, MARCH 7, 1894 VOL. LIX. NO. 6. BAMBOOZLING GRANDMA. '.There never was a grandma half so 4 good !" Ile whispered while beside her chair he stood, And laid his rosy cheek, With manner very meek, Against her dear old face in loving mood. "There never was a nicer grandma born ;. I know some little boy must be forlorn : Because they've none like you; I wonder what I'd do Without a grandma's kisses night and morn?" . "There never was a dearer grandma there!" He kissed her and he smoothed her snow white hair! Then fixed her rutfied cap, And nestled in her lap, While grandma, smiling, rocked her old armchair. "When I'm a man, what lots to you I'll bring; A horse and carriage and a watch and All grandmas are no nice! (Just here he kissed her twice) And grandmas give a boy most any thing." Before his dear old grandma could re ply. This ooy looked up, and. with a roguish eye' . . u Then whispered in her ear That nobody might hear, "Say, grandma, have you any more . mince pie?" AN EDEN IDYL. Thc Bachelor. 'Twas twilight. The crepe of dusk was delicately folding its brunette veil over the face of da)'. Swan-down clouds softly nestled in the bosom of the drowsy west, whose golden curtains, kissed by the dying sun, draped themselves in folds of most bewildering love liness over the couch of night. Breezes, balm-laden, lingered lovingly in the leaves, while per fumed blossoms faintly floated through the iridescent, ambient*, etc., atmosphere into the Jap of the lady. . There she sat-on moss. A child of Nature-simple, but no simpleton. Lonely, lovely, happy, softly crooning to herself, with long, slender, taper, white, soft, yet hon est and dimpled hands, gently clasped, there, on moss, in her right bower-a bower of roses she sat with nothing, doing noth ing. No maiden of the earth possess ed such velvet-violet, large and luminous, long-lashed, crescent browed eyes as hers. No living lips so cherry-like-so red-so ripe, so sweet, so honey dewed as hers, had e'er been seen. Xo nut-brown hair, no Titian folds, no golden curls, no shimmering, glistering, wavy, Amelie-Rives silken-floss-no ha>r, nowhere, could with her bair compare. Hers were the first white teeth of pearl e'er worn bv girl ; hers, too, was the first pink, shell-like ear. And there, on moss, she sat. Nor Worth nor Pingat could have built a gown like unto hers; nor Redfern, nor Felix. V-sbaped in the neck, square-cut and low in front, scant of skirt, permitting utmost freedom of movement; of indescrible color, grace and charm, it was a Century poem. And there, on moss, she sat. She had been there, but an all too-brief three months, waiting, crooning, on moss, waiting; for, in her heart of hearts a small voice whispered ;'He will come." He came. He was a man. Tall, strong, uneffeminate, yet manly withal, and handsome as a god with Sandow biceps whoso every movement spoke of poetry. Care sat as lightly on his brow as would the feather of a butterfly, notwithstanding his heavy stock responsibilities. He'had left his overcoat at home (all but the chrysanthemum), for it was cold ; and as he stood there wrapped in thought and baking in the sunshine of here smile he looked, aye! every inch a man. What need had he of overcoats? "Good eve!" quoth he, and his De Reszke voice brought forth rare, sweet applause from al! the listen ing echoes of the bower. "The same, sweetheart, to you," quoth she, and with an unaffected, undulatory rise, she clasped his manly bosom unto her and wept for very joy. Then he kissed hov with a deft right-arm movement, and in that one clinging, tender long-distance, labial caress, they knew they loved. That settled it. They got mar ried. He was Adara. She was Eve. Nineteen centuries have passed into the past and Adam and Eve are very dead. Their children are, however, elaborately alive, and, shameful things! they love, inter love, marry and inter-marry, di vorce and inter-divorce prolifically. Bttt they do not sit on moss. 'Tis rocks-hard rocks, and plenty of them-that the Adams and Eves of to-day sit on if they would wod. Alas, good Adam ! A lass-Good Eve! SHE BEAT THE BRUTES. A Plucky Woman Gets the Best of Her Assailants?. BRSNHAM, Texas, Feb. 26.-Mes dames Lehua Behrens and Artelia Mohril were returning from Berlin this afternoon, they haviug gone there to clean up the family bury ing ground. About two miles from town two negroes sprang out of the woods. One seized and held their horses while the other attempted to get into the buggy. Seizing a shovel Mrs. Behrens felled the brute to the ground. Getting out of the buggy the plucky woman continued to beat him with the shovel until he was unconscious. Meantime a dog they bad with them engaged iii mortal combat with the other. The faithful beast was gutting the worst of the battle when Mrs. Behrens went to the rescue and with her trusty .spade felled the negro to the earth. She administered to bim also a fearful beating, but not wishing to kill them drove to town. She says '.he first negro cannot popsibly live. Officers have gone to bring the brutes in. Do Not Be Afraid. R. M. O.. ia Mi lieder ville Chronicle. In this day of free speech, free thought, free investigation, and a free press, what need is there of fearing people? Poor indeed mu6t be that mind that always stops to ask the question, "Will it. be pop ular with the people?" The mass j of the people have what is known as common sense-a sense that will be S'ow to act hastily, but ready to lnjar patiently. AddresB one's common sense in the right, and you will havfi a listener. But those who assume to speak to the people should above all other things have the courage of their convictions. J^or indeed is that editor who belongs to a party, and who is ever on the outlook to hear what the so-called party has to say. Great editors, liko great leaders, are within themselves a party. Great teachers are always in au thority iu their respective spheres, no matter what that sphere may be. We have been led to the above reflections by reading the follow ing, and would implant in every mau and woman that self-respect for their own opinions which would make the world better if everyone had real true and honest opiniont. and convictions. Do not be afraid of yourself. Says Rev. Dr. Channing: "Speak always with moral cour age. Speak what you account great truths frankly, strongly, boldly. Do not spoil them of life to avoid offence. Do not seek to propitiate passion and prejudice by compro mise and concession. Beware of the sophistry which reconciles the conscience to the suppression, or vague lifeless utterance of unpop ular truth. Do not wink at wrong deeds or unholy prejudices, because sheltered by custom or respected uame3. Having deliberately, con sciously, sought the truth, abide by your convictions at all hazards. Never shrink from speaking your mind through fear of reproaA. Wait not till you are sure of ari echo from the ground. The fewer the voices on the side of truth the moie distinct and strong must be your own. Courage, even on the side of error, is power. How mu?t it prove on the side of truth?" There is a lesson for everyone to learn. This idea of catering to ignorance, piejudice, and a fear of telling plain truth, that each gen eration may be awateof the errors and follies of past generation, is a moral cowardice which savors of treason to truth. The world only learns to be wise by being posted as to the faults of preceding generations. There is nothing so Eacred that it connot be touched, or nothing too holy to be investigated. There is no man so high that he cannot be criticised; no party so great thal it cannot be watched. There is only one thing that is impenetrable to truth and argument, and that is prejudice, backed by fanaticism and bigotry. Nothing can reach a heart steeled with prejudice. Give us "Men who possess opinions and a will: Men who have honor, and will not lie: Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and pri vate thinking: God, give us uss." According to tho reports of thc Texas Agricultural Department the value of an acre o' cotton it $15.36; of corn, $8.94; of wheat $11.8S, and of swaet potatoes, $50 24. This being so it seems to ut that the Texas farmer regard foi that tuber than he does. THE DBIVM OF LIONS. Prof. Darling's Experience With His. Big Pets at Hagenbeck's. One of the most difficult things in animal training is the teaching them to be driven. This is espe cially difficult in the case of lions. The king of the forest, in the first place, objects strenuously to hav ing anything about his neck, and. secondly, to be made to draw a ve hicle of any kind is a thing to him degrading. Nero is alleged to have had wild animals which drew his chariots through the streets of Rome. But Prof. Peck, of Colum bia College upsets thia good old story by declaring that, so far as he has been able to discover, neith er Nero or any other Roman Em peror ever drove an animal more dangerous tl?an a camel. It was left to Prof. Darling, of Hagenbeck's trained animal show to do something often attempted, but uever until by him accom plished. He has tamed the mon ster beasts until they have learned to obey his whips and voice like horses. Mr. Darling has a whole some respect for his big pets. He says that a lion believes in fair play, and that, if he wants to fight he will give you warning, but once he begins he will fight as long as he can stand. '.In my performances at Hagen beck's arena, I drive three lions around a ring," says the professor. ''Years ago I could drive them around three and four times.'They would do it gracefull}' and well. Of late years I have driven them around twice, and I am free to confess that the twice I drive them around is more the result of their good nature than because of any power of mine. They are getting old. Within a year or' two I must bid good-by o to my pets, and either put them in a menagerie, or send them adrift once more in the wilds of Nubia. Man can subju gate brute nature to a certain ex tent, but when he goes beyond tbafc be becomes a simple doll in the hands of these gigantic brutes." A Vegetable With a Pedigree. Chambers's Journal. Of all the plants used for food, there is none which haB been so long known, or has had, so to 'say, so distinguished a lineage as asparagus. Its record in fact, reach es back to almost the commence ment of authentic history, as it is mentioned by the comic poet Cra tinus who died about 425 B. C., and was a contemporary of, though slightly older than Aristo phanes. Among the Romans, also, the tasty vegetable was held in high esteem. Cato the elder-not the gentleman who was of opinion that Plato reasoned well, but his great grandfather, who insisted upon the destruction of Carthage, and who was born 234 B. C. wrote a work, which IA still extant "De Re Rustica," and in it he treats at length of the virtues and proper cultivation of asparagus. Pliny,also, in his "Natural His tory," (about GO A. D.,) bas much to say on the subject. "Of all the productions of your garden," he feelingly observes, "you chief care will be your asparagus," and b* devotes several chapters and parts of chapters to its many beneficent qualities and the be6t modes of raising it. He asserts that, even in this day, the soil about Revenna was so fa vorable to itp production that three heads grown in that district was known to weigh a Roman pound. As, however, this pound se?ms to have been equal to only about ll of our ounces, it would apparently have required foui of the stocks to reach a pound of our weight; but this result, considering the state of horticulture in those days, may be looked upon as wonderful enough, and has, in point of fae1, only been equalled in our own times. What May Bc Faith? The Spectator. "What do you mean by faith?" was the question. ''Please, Sir, when you believe anything you are quite certaiu is not true," was the prompt answer an Indian boy gave me. But the story on this subject I delight in most was that of the little boy who asked hi? mother what faith was,and received the not very judicious reply that faith waB believing in something you could not see, but which was told you by a person whom you could trust. "For instance,,' she continued, "if I told you there was a chair in that corner, you would have to believe it, though you could not see it." "Yes mother, but should I be bound to sit in it?" It would be curious to discover how many peo ple di really think that faith is believing something that they know is not true. TEXAS JOUENALIS?. "The Sausage" Publishes a Mo< est and Neat Card. Texas Siftings. A Texas Journalist who ha been recuperating on a stock ranc for a couple of years, suddenly ai sumed control of a country weekl; and in the first issue after h struck the quarter-deck he publisl eda small and unpretentious car in which he said : "The former editor of this shet is practically and politically dea< but the Sausage still survives. 1 is just as well, though, and mighty sight better, as I am a hoc at editin', and sling one of th most causti^and fluentest quill west of the Red River. I have record behind me a heap bette than that other editor which pt yunked and drawed out the garni "At gitin' up obituaries I'm tossel top, and if there's any bite in the programme I can generali furnish a fresh corpse on shoi notice, and at the usual slight ad vance on cost of insertion, merely throw this out as a feele to the opposition, which I hear i massing its forces against me ani my paper, and by the freckled-face bow-legged, cock-eyed gods of wa there'll be a power of high-price< opera mustc* floating in the air i any of them try to climb on me. "If there is any corte house rin in this sweet-scented locality. I'l get onto it. sure as you're a foo high. If thare is to be any monkey ing with the free-born, untrammel ed county delegates to the nex county convention I'll be thar with my face washed and hai combed back behind my ears. I've licked many a good man and I've been licked once or twic in my variegated career, but I'v always noticed that them feller who whipped me were not thi same men afterwards, and droopei along for a while like a sun-strucl tomato vine and finally droppet .into .tne grave. avitbJ!^-r^aU_ibjid having kind of outlived their use fulness. "I want it distinctly remember ed that I'm in from the !>acl counties and ain't up to the cot etiket of the strawberry blonde o the pulpy dude. If I make air mistakes it will be more an erro of the head than the heart; but fe all that, I propose to run a jam-up sizzling hot, nifty little paper, am move along with the best kind o harmony; but if harmony bucki and tries to do any sort of dirt 01 me, harmony wilt have to get of the track and let me slide inte: the confidence of the public. "If this journal says anything out of the way and grieves an) mottle-faced tenderfoot, remembei I'm the man he wants to see aboui it. Thare ain't no back stairs 01 windows to this sanctum. I'm al ways ip. I'm ever on the tripod, and now, with thes? few brief re marks, I cordially invite every body's co-operation and subscrip tions. The tone of the paper will be pure in sentiment, chaste in ex pression and typographically bang up and delicious." Dark Revenge. Two colored women were con versing about a neighbor. "I'se gwinter bab de law on - dat niggah. "Dat will make it. wuss. Why don't you go ober dar an, CURS her for all she am wuff?" "I'se bound to bab de law on her, because dar's no satisfacshun in cussin' her." "Why ain't dar no satisfacshun in cussin, her?" "Bebise she has done los' her hearing. I has been cussm' her steady for de last six munfs, and I didn't find out till yesterday dat she los' her hearin, befoah she was horned. I'se boun, ter bab de law on her or scald her, which ebber am de wust. Her l'art in the Paper. Perhaps there is no man who needs a good wife more than the editor of a newspaper. It is very pleasant, therefore, to find the fol lowing in an exchange: "Your husband is the editor of the Bugle, I believe," said a neigh bor who had dropped in for a friendlv call. "Yee." "And as you have no family, and have considerable leisure on your hands, you assist bim now and then in his editoral works, I dare sav?" "Oh, yes," answered the brisk i little woman, hiding her berry stained fingers under her apron, "I edit nearly all his inside matter." HILF ANIMAL, HALF MN vit*-'" They Are Not Handsome-Ohles Race in Northern Hemisphere. ?pme new light on the mos primitive of primitive races in th< northern half of the earth hai been given to the world by A. H Savage Landor, -an Englishmai who made a visit to Hakodate which is on the island of Yezo, anc is the northern treaty part of the Japanese island. There he fouuc some queer specimens of semi human kind known as the Hair} Ainu. The Ailina are probablj the "lowest down" in the scale 01 humanity of any living race. Mr. Landor had heard, that nc solitary traveller could possibly make a tour of the island, but he succeeded in doing so, and gives somejuteresting ethnological fact* in a narrative published by him entitled "Alone with the Hair} Ainu.". The Ainu is decribed as having no sin ilarity whatever to the Jap anese and Chinese type of men The color of the skin is light red dish-brown. The eye is particu larly contrasted to the Mongolian eye, having a similar form and set ting to that of the North Europeans The hairy skin is supposed tc indicate a northern origin. The eyes are very expressive and show the emotions in an interesting way. In adults the hair is black wavy ?ud inclined to form large curls.'- The emotions are expressed by slight changes of postum 01 gesture, but the Ainus do not care to show their feelings; they have no sense of shame, and even feai appears hardly known to them. In the Smithsonian report ol 1890 is an account of them, written by Mr. Romyn Hitchcock, whe visited their island two years pre viously. Their history for the last 2,50C years is to a certain extent known They were supposed at one time tc have occupied the 'Japanese archi pei5^3, ariel'to nave- boen driven ' tc Yezo, whern they maintained theil independence until the ninth cen tury, then becoming subject tc Japan. Their fierceness gradually left them and they are now among the most peaceable and submis sive of the earth's inhabitants. At Yezo their number is estimated tc be about 17,000. Th? races showing the least hu .nan advancement abound moie in the southern than in the northern hemisphere. The Ainus are the most primitive of primitive races in northern hemisphere, according to the latest observations In commenting upon this pecu liar people, "Nature" says that the women do most of the hard work but the men when hunting can walk forty miles a day without fatigue, although they usually pre fer to ride, ponies being plentiful and of a good breed. In moving a load or heavy object the Ainus never posh, but always pull towards them. They appear to use the feet and toes very freely to help their hands and fingers, and they read ily employ their teeth, preferring to pull with the teeth thai, with the hand when an unusually heavy haul is necessary. Their appearance struck Mr. Landor as exactly like the recon struction of the primitivo man of Northern Europe, and many of their movements recalled those of the anthropoid apes, which aro thc only creatures that have been thought of as tho possible "conn necting link" between men and their fellow animals of u lower grade. They are an extremely filthy people, both in their persons and buts. They seem to have an acute sense of smell, distinguishing be tween theodor of an Eiglishman and a Japanese, but oblivious to their own very marked perfume an intensified form of the ''orculiar odor of an uncleaned monkeys cage." The sense of touch is sin gularly defective, and even when the extremes are painful they CPII uot distinguish the sensation of heart from that of cold. Their hearing is very acute. They are small in stature, although rather larger than the Japanese. Agitator-"Do you ever stop to reflect, sir, on the condition of this country?" Citizen-"I have thought much upon the subject, thought long and deeply." Ah, lam glad to find there is one besides myself who has given this great subject attention I What, in your opinion, does this country most need at the present time? A fool killer. GAME TO THE LAST. Heroic Conduct of a Farmer in a Set-to Wi til Murderers. NEW BRUNSWICK, N. J., March 1. -Jotn Baker, a well known and wealthy farmer at Franklin Park, heard a noise last night and went down stairs to investigate. While Baker was down stairs, two negroes rushed into the room where the farmer had left his wife aod child. The latter gave the alarm while the negroes sprang upon them and stabbed them to death. Baker rushed up stairs and shot one negro dead. The other sprang on Baker, and with one blow cut the farmer's nose off. Baker drop ped his gun, secured an axe, which one of the negroes had, and chop pe.l the negro's head open. He will die. Stories of "Zack" Taylor. Washington Post. Ooe of the historic buildings in this town is a little old whitewash ed building that looks as if it had long ago seen its best days, and is pointed out as the house in which General Zachary Taylor used to live when the homely old warrior was stationed on the frontier. It will be remembered that Jefferson Davis, then a dash ing young lieutenant in the arm) , married for his first wife the daughter of General Taylor. It was in this little house that ho used to do his courting. However it was not from this house that young Jeff assisted the fair Miss Taylor to elope. The elopement occured in Prairie du Chien, Wis., savs the Chicago Record: Colonel Ben T. Duval, a fine old Southern gentleman, who, through 60 years of age, is still actively en gaged in the practice of law,' re members "Old Zack" well. He lived here for about three years prior to the Mexican War," Fraid Colonel Duval the other evening, "He w?s a plain homely man, who hated ostentation. I remember one very funny incident in which he figured. About three times a week the boat used to steam up the river, bringing the mail. On these occasions General Taylor used to be among the first to meet the packet. One day the boat brought up two fresh young Lieutenants just from West Point, who had come to report to General Taylor for duty. The old warrior, dressed in rough civilian clothes, was on the landing. Upon seeing him the West Pointers began to guy him not knowing, of couse, who he was. " 'Hello, old codger!' cried they, 'how are ye?' " 'First rate,' says Zachary, calmly. " kAnd how's the crops out here?' they asked, jeeringly. " 'Good.' says the General. " 'And how're the old woman and the girls?'they continued. " 'Oh, all right,' replies General Taylor, not at all put out. "Here the talk ended. An hour or two later tho young officers re ported at headquarters for assign ment. They were paralyzed to find in command the oldman they had guyed so unmercifully. Gen eral Taylor led them to his house and into the parlor. 'Boys,' he said, as he brought them before his wife and daughters 'let me in troduce you to the old woman and tho gals.' "I remember another funny in cideut connected with General Taylor's earner. It was after the bailie of Buena Vista. Vague re purls had boen received here of tin' great American victory. Every one was excited, breathless with expectation. Suddenly there ap pears d on the scene a pedler, who had been a camp follower of the American Army. He had seen the battle and told how the Gen eral had drawn up his men before the Mexicans and made them a great ypecch. " 'What was the speech?' we all asked. We knew that General Taylor was master of a rough but inimitable style of oratory and ex pected to hear something grand. " 'Well,' says thepedler, slowly as though overpowered by the recollections of the magnificent bit of oratory, 'the General he rode up and down the line and ho says, say s he : 'Men there are the Mexi cans. You'll have to fight like h-or you'll all be mummixed up in 15 minutes. "It was a descent from the sub lime to the ridiculous so far as our expectations were concerued.'Mum mixed' was a favorite word with the General. It corresponds to the slang phrase today-'done up. lUEDEKER'S ?CONFESSION. fe Breaks Down "When the Coroner Bids Him Touch His Victim. MOBGANTON, N. C., Feb. 27.-Wil liam Causby,a young man, was murdered last Saturday night about two miles from this place. Thare was no clue to the murder ir other than the fact that Syl yanus Morrow, James Whisenhunt, and Phillip Williams had been 3een with Causby near where he svas found dead. At the inquest these three were summoned as wit uesses. Nothing beyond the fact that they were with Causby was de developed while Morrow and Whis 3uhunt were on the stand. As aach witness was directed to stand aside he was requested to put his hand on the dead body, which had not been removed from the place where it had been found. Morrow and Whisenhunt did not hesitate to comply with his request, but it was noticed that Williams, vhile being examined, was in a state of ?reat mental excitement, and when he was requested to put his hand he broke down completely and declared he could not do so, and in a few minutes confessed that be and Causby had had a fight and that he had killed Causby while under the influence of whis ky. _ Consistency is a Jewel. Vorkville Enquirer. Consistency though a priceless jewel, ought to be in reach of everybody, bu. more particularly those who essay to teach others. We are reminded of this by a sen sible editorial in the Abbeville Press and .Banner of last week. Revolt against law is indeed an archy ; anarchy pure and simple. And it is fojlish and suicidal as well. Yes, we have men in this State who have told us time and again of the dangers of Ocalaism, of Populism, but they tell us not of the dangers of revolt against law ; they tell us not of the shame and barbarity of force and physi cal resistance to a government and laws made by peers. It matters little that the law is odious to many of us, it is still a law and as such should receive the support of all who make any pretension to morality and decency. Otherwise they are in the same boat with the Haymarket rioters ; their princi ples are the same, and princip'o is the essential thing. The opponents to the dispensary law in this State are in the minority, and our forms of government demands that the minority shall be ruled; that they shall abide the findings of their more numerous opponents. 1 That is a fact that cannot be overrun or downed. It ie a condition ; a nec essary condition and one upon which our government depends for existence. Our laws, as laws, must be respected and must be enforced, or we become lawless companions in crime with those who inhabit our prisons and penitentiaries. The person who encourages the infraction of any law invites an archy, is an aider of anarchy, and is an anarchist. The sooner every individual citizen realizes this, the better it will be for our country. Wo represent no clan ; we; ;had hoped to see this fratricidal..strife in South Carolina cease but all this fun and ridicule poked at the offi cers of the law and all opposition to the law itself is cementing Till manism to the State, for Tillman ites think that opposition to "their" law is a direct reflection on them as a class. Mark the works. Nuggets. Judge Lamar of the United States Suspreme Court, who died last winter, w.>s a gentleman of the old school, and was always making fine speeches to women. There is no end of stories told about him. On one occasion he was taken to task by a lady at Bar Harbor who thought he did not recognize her. "Ahl Judge," she said, "I am afraid you don't re member me; I met you here two years ago." Remember you, Mad am ?"was his quick reply, with one of his courtly bows; "why I've been trying ever since to forget you." And sho laughingly ex claimed: "Oh! go away, you dear, delightful old Southern humbug!" -Harper's Weekly. Mr. Van Toneleigh-I see that Mrs. De Swellton is dead. Mrs. Van Toneleigh (in horror) -Oh, isn't that awful 1 (Weeps.) Mr. Van Toneleigh (in suprise) Why, I thought she was your most bitter enemy! Mrs. Van Toneleigh-Yes ; but I did so want her to see me in my new dress next Sunday.-Puck. The old proverb says that chil dren should bereen and not heard, but some of them are too homely to be seen any more than is abso lutely necessary .-Somerville Jour nal. FOR THE THOUGHTFUL, SELECTED. Success requires singleness of purpose. If you are a Christian, God's work is your work. Give God your moments and He ivi 1 make your days a success. Gratitude is the fire upon which the incense of praise is kept burn ing. There is no bliuder man than the one" who thinks he has no Faults. If stinginess is a disease many people in the church are in poor beal th. People do not grow much in ?race while they are having their own way. It is a serious thing to die, buta more serious thing to live and not live right. No matter what Paul's text was whenever he preached, his Cheine was Christ. I The Bible is the only book that " Hs a man th? a strange land tells a man that he is ? si ranger in Our children vy-ill remember our deeds long after they have forgot ten our precepts. '? . ? Job was the only man of whom the Bible declares that "he sinned not with his lips." When the devil has persuaded men to be selfish he has persuaded them to become his. y You can't tell anything about the love of God from hearsay. You must know for yourself. Worry is not simply senseless, but, sinful because faithless. No man can havo faith in God and be anxious for to-morrow. If you have a grain of real faith you will *" remove the mountains of anxiety, fear, and doubt and cast them into the sea of God's love. Let Chris tianity kill your care or care will kill y:mr Christianity. School Fund. The following is the apportion ment of the school fund of Edge field county "to the respective school districts: 1 Blocker, $ 452 95 2 N. Coleman, 107 05 3 S. Coleman, 85 55 4 Collins,* 475 81 5 Collier, 455 50 6 W. Cooper, 400 75 7 E. Cooper, 415 66 8 E Dean, 435 40 9 W. Dean, 405 70 10 E. Grav, 205 50 11 W- Gray, 350 50 12 N. Hibler, 338 15 13 S. Hibler; 320 20 14 W. Huiet, 275 40 15 E. Huiet, 375 40 16 Johnston, 460 37 17 N. Meriwether, 291 89 18 Meriwether, 380 60 19 N. Mobley, 497 75 20 S. Mobley, 410 39 21 N. Norris, 320 80 22 S. Norris, 350 40. 23 Pickens. 190 00 24 Ryan, ' . 322 90 25 Germauville, 406 00 26 Shaw, 250 27 27 Talbert. . 440 00 28 N. Washington, 230 65 29 S. Washington, 310 75 30 Wards, 470 50 31 Wise, 370 85 32 Moss, 440 50 33 Harmonv, 430 90 34 Fork, 213 15 35 Edgpfield, 430 15 36 Butler', 241 20 37 Centennial, 275 35 3S Hoi lev, 223 40^ 39 Parksville, 270 25 40 Ridge Spring, 295 20 41 Trenton, 255 15 42 Cleveland, 224 00 43 Zoar, 215 00 44 Union, 258 00 45 Higgins, 255 00 46 Gregg, 179 00 47 Kirkseys, 230 00 48 Eureka, 293 00 If there are any vacancies in any board of trustees in the differ ent school districts. I hope the chairman or other member of the board will notify me at once, that vacancies may be filled. M. B. DAVENPORT, S. C. E. C. wrLose PLANT FERRY'S SEEDS thia year, and make up for lost time, Ferry'? Seed Annual for im v.-i?l? give you many valuable hints , about what to raise and bow to/ raise lt. It contains informa-i itlon to be had from no other/ . source. Free to nil v JD. fiL Ferry &Co^ Detroit, Mica.