University of South Carolina Libraries
4h REdns Elind. PVOTED T POLITIW, MORALITY, EDUCATION AND TO TNU SUNUALI IT1T 61 TR3 UHUNTEY. By D. F. BRADLEY & 00. PICKENS, S. C., THURSDAY, MARCH 3, 1881. VOL. X.- NO. 25 SOUTHERN NEWS. rho Texas House has voted down the proposition to exempt manufacturers from taxation. Joseph Jefferson has ordered 100,000 feet of lumber for his $35,000 house on Orange Island, La. The managers of the Camberdown Cot ton Mills at Greenville, S. C., have de termined to employ 250 additional opera tives. The Supreme Court of Misissippi has decided that the city charter of Natchez does not authorize the levy of a tax on drummers. 4 The Waycross (Ga.) Reporter learns that the farmers of that section are turn ing their attention to the cultivation of sea island cotton. The government work at the mouth of St. John's river, Fla., is progressing, and it ii said that it will make that river one of the most important in the Union. The contractors who have undertaken to drain Lake Okeechobee in Florida are to receive fifty per cent. of all lands re claimed now or hereafter belonging to the 8tate. In 1875 there were 3,942 schools in Tennessee, with an average attendance of 136,805. In 1880 there were 5,522 schools, with an average attendance of 191,461. An Alapaha, Ga., correspondent of the Savannah News says that land suitable for truck farming can be purchased in Berrien county for $1 per acre and up ward, according to locality and improve ments. The house where Sherman received Johnston's surrender fifteen years ago has been converted into a town of 3,500 inhabitants and factories paying nearly $900,000 annual revenue tax. Yellow tobacco has done it. Bishop Stevens presided at the Charles ton convocation .f the Reformed Episco pal church. The work of that church in South Carolina is confined to the colored people, among whom it has been very effective, Nineteen buildings for public worship have been erected during the last five years. The Putnam county (Fla.) Herald says that an agent of the Italian govern meat has been in Florida and has just re turned to Italy. He advocates Florida as a home for his countrymen, and a large im migration to that State may be expect edl. Arrangements are being perfected *with the Oriental Steamship Company for their passaige. Hun tsville (Tex.) Item: Total con victs on hand February 1, 2,140 (consist ing of 2,111 Stitte and 29 United States). How employed: in prison at Huntsville, 405; hired about Huntsville, 21 ; on Rusk prison construction, 198; in iron foundry force, 99; ini wood-cutting forces, 265; in plantation forces, 946. Speaking of the harbor at that place, the Brunswick (Ga.) Advertiser says that, in addition to the construction of a line of crib-jetty for the maintenance of a deeper channel, dredging operations have been carried on with a view of es tablishiug an im pro ved navigable chan nel eighty feet in width and twelve feet in depth at mean low water. The prosperity of Columbus, Ga., ac cording to the Enquirer Sun, has been Sremarkable. TEhe business of the city has increased over 1,000,000 in five years. The total sales of last year amounted to *5,652,866 against $5,530,020 for 1879. $5,88,970 for 1878, $1,966,556 for 1877, and $4,517,986 for 1876. The increase over 1879 is $122,846, and over 1876 *1,184,600. The oldest living ex-member of Con gress is the Hon. JTohn A.' Cuthbert, of Mobile. Hie was born at Savannah, Ga., in 1788; graduated at Princeton College in 1806; served in the war of 1812-15, and was a Representative from Alabama * from 191') to 1821, sixty years ago. Hec is still hmake and hearty, and practices ,law in the courts of Mobile. It is estimated that there are above 20,000 terrapins on Mulford Dorian's terrapin farm, on Mobile bay, ab:>ut thirty miles below Mobile, Ala. H-e purcha es of the country people on Mis asissippi Sound about 8,000 a year, at about*83 per dozen, and adds them to his farm. He ships about 12,000 per year to New York,~ where they bring $8 to *18 per dozen. The cost of feeding them is about S1 per dozen per anmim. The inland fisheries of eastern North Carolina yield $600,000 per annum and employ 4,000 men. One hundred miles from the coast is said to be the finest re rion in the linited States for garden truck. It is too low for late frosts, and gains an artificial earliness of spring, Capt. R. A. Shotwell, editor of the Farmer and Mechanis, says, from the warmth of the Gulf stream. Double crops can be made-$125 worth of green peas per acre or $100 worth of potatoes, followed by $50 worth of cotton. The growing season lasts from February to November. New Orleans Democrat: The negroes of Shubuta, Miss., got the Kansas craze last year, ana appointed one of their number to visit that Eldorado and see whether it was advisable for them to go there. The emissary has just returned to Shubuta, after a thorough investiga tion of Kansas, and is stumping Missis sippi against the exodus. There is, he declares, no demand for negro labor in the State, and those unfortunate darkies who have emigrated there are suffering greatly. The Shubuta darkies have given up all idea of going North, and such of them as are leaving home are emigrating to Louisiana and the Yazoo bottoms. it It is e3timated, according to elaborate specifications in the Memphis papers, that to avert the plague and render Mem phis habitable and to enable her to re cover from her now prostrate condition, will require the expenditure of $1,750,000 for stone paving, grading and curbing, $100,000 for sidewalks, $5',00 i for bridg es, and *00,000 for sewer connections. Estimates for school and other taxes for various State, county and municipal pur poses show the necessity of a total in evitable annual tax for the next two years of $8 95 on the $100, to which, if we add the proposed annual levy of fifty cents to pay the old city debt, we make the total tax to $9 45. Truly Memphis is prottrate. Such a tax can scarcely be borne. Double Gonselousness. The dispearanoe of the Rev. John Marsland, oWindham County, Connecti cut, and his explanation when he was fonnd at Bingbamton, N. Y., 400 miles away from his residence, that all that had happened in the interval was a blank to him, brings up the mooted question whether there is or is not such a disease as double consciousness. Many skeptics aver that such a condition of mind is impossible, but several physicians of this oity and Paris declare that the diag nosis of this mental disorder is well de fined. Dr. William A. Hammond, of New York city, being asked his opinion on the subject said: "No doubt that amnesia, or double consciousness, existe in both a chronic and acute form. It is something more than absent mindedness or temporary insanity. I have classified it as a mild form of epilepsy. Many cases have come under my notice. Among them was that of a patient in a large mercantile establishment, who left his office at 11 o'clock to get a signature to a paper from a gentleman whose place of busi ness was distant only a few minutes' walk. He had not returned at 3 o'clock, and, as was subsequently ascertained, visited the offic. and obtained the signture, and left, apparently in good health, at 11:80. He did not appear at his own office till nearly 5 o'clock. The last thing he recol lecteAl was passing St. Paul's church, at the corner of Broadway and Vesey street. It was subsequently foun d he had gone to Brooklyn, visited a newspaper office ther,, an ucae a newspaper. He then returned to New York, got into an omnibus at Pulton ferry, left it at the corner of Twenty-third street, entered the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and while there recovered recollection." " An even more interesting case oc cuirred in the autumn of 1875. A patient, 'who was a manufacturer, left his office at 8 a. m. to buy some bulbs. He re mained away eight days, and no trace was ob)tained of him during that' time. Subsequently it was ascertained that he had been to theaters, and hotels, where he slept, and stores where he made purchases, and that he made a journey of 100 miles from New York. Losing his ticket he was put off at a way station, and, returning to New York, passed the night at a hotel, and on the eighth day, at about 10 o'clock made his appearance at his office. He iuad no reco ection of what occurred, though he acted coher ently and had drank nothing intoxicating except a glass of ale, which he had with some oysters in a restaurans on Sixth avenue." Dr. Hammond's daughter has eomn p leted a novel entitled " Mr. Perkin's Daughter," which has been accepted by G. P. Putnam's Sons. The plot turns upon the idea of a double consciousness. The heroine, while in the "second state," engages herself to be married, and when she recovers her normal condition has forgotten all about that. The publishers have induced Dr. Hammond to write a preface, which certifies that this pheno menon of double consciousness is recog nized by the medical profession.-Mfin nea 7olie Tribume. Enemes na krleds. A wise man, says the London World, weighs the value of his friends not byi bwhatey mlht have done for him, but b~ h atthy*ae omitted to do against him; and it adds that in thinkin of enemies one should be thankful that they have spared one often, rather than he vindictive because they have assailed one ooanionafly, MY NUXUAmID. Who took me from Wetldhood's bone To love me for m alone, Aud far my usedt~iaone? My husband. Wbo ambled at the beefeteak, And e we bettet e mk" And told me greater care to take? My hugbad. Who swore because the baby cried, And to the spare-room quictly bled, WhHe I to quiet, vainly tried? My husband. Me tore the buttons off his shirt, And aid I could those We avert, If I was more on the alert? My husband. Who bade we arise, the Ar to make, While ie another nap should take, Although I'd been al night awake? My husband. Who, when I ask for half a crown, Knits up his inows into a frown, And asks me where the other's gone? My husband. And when I see my mother. dear, Who tries my ionily lot to cheer. Who ays she's dreafully, dreadfully queer? My husband. Who stays out till late at night, And then comes home so very tight That I nearly die of fright? My husband. Who breaks the china, sLams the door, Leaves all his clothes upon the floor, And swears it's all a dreadful bore? My husband. And who do , for his dear rake, Of every saerfce parake, Lest 1, his confidence should shake? My husband. -Ane Ellis. in the Toledo Blad. JEAN GLENDOWER. "Dear Lady Elizabeth, will you not redeem your promise now, and tell me why that grand old castle we visited yesterday is left to be the abode of owls and bats, while its master wanders in foreign lands? Look-from your east window here the setting sun is just kiss ing the old tower and tall chimneys 'good-mg' ht.' It is just the hour for a story; pease, Lady Morton, tell me about it."I A shadow crossed the face of my beauti ful old friend, and her dark eyes looked sadly across the beautiful English landscape, the fertile valleys and grand old trees, to far in the distance, where the silver river marked the bounds of De Clifton Manor. "I will tell you the story, Leda, but it will bring a flush to your Spanish cheek, for one of your countrywomen, dear, was the cause of that beautiful home's be coming desolate, and its master a broken hearted wanderer, Come, sit hero by me, little one, and do not interrupt me, while I turn back the leaves of my life and read to you from the brighest and saddest among them. "Thirty years ago, Clifton Grange was Die finet place in Somersetshire, and though not, strictly speaking, the hand somest, preserved its preminence on the score of antiquity; plebeian feet had seldom trod its wide halls and grand old rooms. You saw yesterday what the house is-a massive pile of Byzantine architecture, with deep, pointed porches, where pillars, once crowned with statues, stand close around the outside, and where fragments of a stately figure are here and there remaining. The high old mouldering walls of rugged sculpture are gray and grisly now, with exposure to wind and rain, but the old tower so high above them was then, as now, covered with the deep or ange-russet lichen which gleams so lovely in the sunset. Behind the castle weore the garden and fruit walls, where the bloomy peach and purple grape ripened in rich profusion, and where may be seen here and there among the nectarine the yes-. tiges of an old cloister arch or wall re maining. A wide terrace runs around the west front of the house, which was a favorite walk of the inmates at all sea sons, for of all the views around the old home this commanded the finest. Ah! my dear," continued Lady Elizabeth, laying her little, soft, withered hand, with the frill of rich old lace around it, on my head, "we were a merry party at~ the old Grange that month! It was early winter, and Lord de Clifton, just returned from his travels, was the pleasantest host in England. There were two beautiful women with us-women whose delicate feature portrayed the fairest types of their nationality. Lalla Darst, with her wonderful dower of Moorish beauty-the full, voluptuous form and rich, red color ing of her Spanish face-and Jean Glen dower, with eyes like the blue-bells of her own bonnie Scotland, and hair tinged the sunlight that gilded its moun tains. Tfhere were various guests beside; gests assembled in honor of the young Sctch beauty who was soon to wear the diadem of a viscountess; for Jean and Norman de Clifton had been bethrothedl some months, and were to he married in a few short weeks. "Never did I see two people more completely fettered by the 'silver chains of love,' he seemed bttvNe only in her presence, while she-my beautiful, gentle Jeani-returned it with a pas'sion as pure as the IDowerdale blood in her veins; her blue eyes grew almost black when he addressed her, and the lovely face was toaching in its sensitiveness when he enteredl her presence. "'We had been at the castle three weeks; and our visit was drawing to a close; three weeks spent in every species of pleasure and amusement that the grand old place afforded. How happy we were then--how happy we were 1" repeated the old lady. "All full of hope: I first saw Sir Howard that month." She always called the now wvhite haired husband of her youth "Sir How ard"-never anything more familiar or affectionate-and yet I never saw wvarmn er, or more devoted. wifely love than she showered on Sir Howard Morton. "Wut I~ am* tolling of Jean...Jeann whom I loved as a sister, ad wbse h piuess was as dear to me as my own. One eveing-it was the 144h day of December-.- shall never forget ft.I entered the drawing-room somewhat later than usual, and found them all assembled; every one seemed gay and careless an usual, but when I looked at Jean-so fair and lovely in her blue vel vet dress and Scottish agates-how she loved everything belon g to her coun It that sme'ng was wrong. I could not tell what it was, but soon found there was a cloud between her and Norman. Miss Darst was at the piano, and the beautiful strains of her music floated throuah the rocn. She sat in the full glow of the fire-light, her rich olive dress, strewn over with golden leaves, falling in heavy folds around her; her purplish black hair was wound like ; caronel around the shapely head, while the blood-red rubies on her throat and arms, and the smouldering fire in her dark eyes, reminded me of Tintoret's beautiful picture, 'the Temptation,' this hidden fire and the reflected light of the ruby armlet being the only hint give# of the character of the real temuptres, who is otherwise represented as an angel of light. "Lord de Clifton his handsome Saxon face aglow with pleasure, was bending over Miss Darst, apparently absorbed in her music; it was his passion, and here tofore he and Jean, night after night, bad listened to it standing in the deep embrasure of the Dorie window, almost screened from view by the feavy Crimson curtains. Now, Capt. Dalton sat by Jean's side; and, though the blue eyes had lost much of their luminous light, and the mobile mouth was a trifle prouder, still no one who loved her less han I did would notice any change; pride spoke in every quiet glance, and hor sovereignty was exercised not only over other hearts, but over her own emo tions. Only once I feared she would be tray herself to the careless admirers around her-as Miss Darst finished the last stanra of her song: "'In love, If love be love, if love be ours, Faith and unfaith can no'er be equal powers.' " Jean and I, in answer to a summons from old Lady do Clifton. crossed near tIe piano to soe a new book 01 engravings; Lalla Darat's eyes shone like stars as she finished and glanced up at Lord do Clif ton, whose blonde head almost touched hers. "'Does it remind you of the Alham bra?' she whispered in her broken, musi cal English. "Joan heard the words, and I saw a look of anguish on her face such as few women ever know. It was gone in a mo ment, though, and no one noticed. Not once during that-to me--long evening did Norman de Clifton approach his affianced bride; though Capt. Dalton, whom we all believed to be engaged to Lalla Darst. hovered around her most of the evening-his dark intelligent eyes wearing a look of trouble almost as great as Jean's. " It was over at last; the good-nights were spoken, and all had gone off to their rooms save Jean and myself; we lingered in the drawing-room, beside the bed of glowing coals, for our usual talk-prom ising, as the domestics had all retired, to extinguish the centre wax-lights before we left, and not to trust them to the drowsy old porter, who slumbered in his chair by the hall door. "u My* darling knelt on the warm velvet ru ssoon asw wr lone, and throw her arms around me in her unhappi neoss. "'Oh, Elizabeth, she knew him in Castile-and he never told me! They loved each othei- before I ever saw him -she told me this evening of the happy hours spent in the Alhambra, and how they learned to love each other. Her father took her away, and they never met until Norman and I were betrothed' She shivered as she spoke, 'Shall I keep thoem apart? Oh, Bles. help me in my trouble!' wringing her little white hands piteously. " Itook her in my arms and held her close. " 'Hush, Jean!' I said, in harsher tones than I ever before heard addressed to her. 'I do not believe one word of it; ILord de Clifton is a man of honor, and ioves you-you only. The story this w oman has told you is the coinage of her own brain. It is the diadem she covets --not Norman do Clifton's heart.' " 'Elizabeth, haven't you seen how he has treated me? He has not been near me this evening.' " 'I know it, love; I have seen it all. She had poisoned his mind, too. It will all be right to-morrow, little one.' "'Bess,' looking at me with startled eager eyes, 'if I thought he loved her, i would die! Do you understand? I would die!' "'Come, Jean, let us go to our rooms. I will not talk to you any more to-night. You are not reasonable. To-morrow you will be happy again.' " I threw my arms around her and we walked slowly through the wide. dimly lighted hall, past the sleeping porter not yet retired-and on to the second hall; as we approached the library dloon we heard the subdued sound of a voice, and as we passed it heard Lalla Darat distinctly say, in low, gentle tones " 'No, Senor de Clifton, no ! I cannot give you the love you sk! The fair haired Scotch senora loves you well, and you must be truie to your vows to her.' "With a smothered, gasping cry Jean started from my side and ran swiftly and noislessly up the stairs and down the long corrndor to her room. Before I reached it she had looked the door, and a low moan was my only answer when I p leaded for admittance. At last I left her to herself-but no sleep asne to my eyes that night. "Leda, my child, I never saw my sweet frnend afterward ! When morning came her door was open, and she had disappeared as entirely and as noiselessly as though wafted away to the hcav'n As was pure enough te enter. Lord do cmn was almost frenzied The easO was marehed, the park, and even the oftent river; but iflt know the seere, it has kit ft wvm. Lady Elizabe t, what could have made her leave m . said the un. happy man. 'I loved her better than Ufeitielf V' "'You should know that, Norman de Clifton. better than any other,' I an swered tartly. 'Jean heard your words -at least the answer you received to them-in the library last night as well as I.' "'In the library-I do not understand; [was not in the library at all, yester day.' "I'told him what we had heard-and with a stony, mystifned look in his eyes, Lord de Cifton sank at my feet in a swoon. " The next day he left his home, and began his fruitless search for his lost love. "'I will find her if she is on the earth!' were his parting words. 'Great heavens I ro think a woman can be such a fiend, and wear a shape so fair! She was in tiat room alone last night; and she told me my darling loved Capt. Dalton-had confessed the truth to her, and for a few hours I believed her. Farewell, Lady Elizabeth! I will bring Jean back, if she is on the earth!' and he was gone. " He finrst went to her highland home, but she had not been there, and he has never heard of her since. His mother died soon after, and the domestics de serting the old home, it has become al. most a ruin." " And Lalla Darst?" I asked. "What of her?" " She married a wealthy man and lives in London. I met her once after I was married. Capt. Dalton shot himself when she deserted him." "See, dear lady! The last beam of the setting sun is lighting up the western facade of the old building; how lovely it Is!" "Yes, my child; and its master is a broken-hearted wanderer-old before his prime because of a woman's treachery and crime." We were both unusually quiet, that evening, and during my stay at Morton Manor I never saw the old castle acro the fields and woods, and gently flowing river, without thinking of beautiful Jean Glendowir. General Houston, His Pony and His Razor. . It ~was on his departure for Mexico "to revel"-as he had said-''in the halls of the Montoziunas," that he again met with Maj. Rector, a generous and genial man known as the original of the "The Fine Arkansas Gentleman." In company with Maj. Arnold Harris, also well known in Now Orleans, who was then perhaps a Deputy Marshal, they journeyed to Southwestern Arkansas, to which point their route was the same. Gen. Sam Houston rode an Indian p~ony vey dis.. proportionate to his own tall stature. Thisj wvas a source of considerable annoy ance to him. He had become thoroughly disgusted with Indian life, was intem perate and ill-tempered. His constant theme of discussion was the unworthy appearance he would present in a foreign country, mounted on an animal so igno ble, with a frequent a ppeal to Arnold Harris to swap his large bay mare for his Indian pony. These proposition were discussed for several days with all the energy and eloquence of the general, one of whose favorite exclamations was: "This d--d bobtailed pony is a dis gace. Ho is continually fighting the isand has no means of protecting himself, and his kicks and contortions render him ridiculous. I shall be the laughter of all Mexico. I wish a steed aprorate to my own stature. I require a steedi writ~h his natural weapon, a flow ing tail, that lie may defend himself against his enemies as his master has done. Harris you must swap!" As the result of persistent expostula tion, aided by a liberal arrangement of "boot," effected and guaranteed b~y Maj. Rector, the general acquired the broom tailed mare, and recovered his dignity and good humor. When they came to part, Maj. Rector said he wasR sorry for him. He knew his worth and felt for his misfortune. He had got so low, said the major, that ho couldn't stay with the Indians. Ho was desperate and intemperate, and was go ing among the Mexicans, so that would be the last he would ever see of poor Sam Houston. They dismounted to take a last dIrink of whisky together. "General," said Elias, "you said you liked that razor of mine when you shaved. You are going where it may not be convenient to buy one, and I can get another when I get back; sup poeyou tak, it along?" So he took te razor out of his saddlebags and pre sented it. Gen. Houston opened the razor, strap ped it on his hand, looked at its edge, and as he shut it carefully up, and re placing it in the case, saidl: "Maj. Rec tor, this is apparently a gift of little value, but it is an inestimable testimonial of the friendship that has lasted many years and proved steadly under the blasts of calumny andl injustice. Good by God bless you. When next you see thE razor it shall be a shaving the President of a Republic. The last words Maj. Roctor remembered distinctly. They were impressed upor his memrory bfy the battle of San Jacinto the recognition of Texan indenendenc( and the election of Gen. Sam'Houstor to the Executive Chair.-New Orlean, Picay,4une. A V'HY'TOIAN gives directionshwt see the blood (circulate. His methoJ i not an simle as the old way of ca1~n uriz-figh te a Im.ag NTRTAIMO PARABRAPUI. Soux "Re we never sweet theki wives except at a masquerade Ll. two pounds, con 0 s. A Anvp" pand harges eeartn at=rs wi&h "foming kite faeolois." NO arrests were mae. Br is estimated that a freight train now enters New York m fteen minutes, each train averaging cars. Noware servant girls always ask for poor molasses at the grocery, because it takes longer for it to ran. TaE world is filling up with educated fools-mankin-d read too much and learn too little.--osh Bilings. A xAN troubled with sleeplessness can care himself by pretending to do duty as a night watchman.-New Orleans Pica yune. A LA Onossa, Wis., minister prayed for those "who were smitten with ill ness, and those who have gone a-fishing, and also those too lazy to dross for church." AN old oouple in Maine have been married seventy-five years. What a shud der this item will create when it gets to circulating in the Indiana papers!-N. Y. Commercial. THE obstinancy, observes a London journalist, with which old smokers cling to life is really marvelous; they seem altogether to ignore the fact that tobacco is a deadly poison. LAVATER was a good observer when he wrote: "Mistrust the man who finde everything good, the man who finds everything evil, and still more, the man who is indifferent to everything." AN epitaph on a recently out tomb stone reads: "Here lies Samantha Harriet Jones, Whose maiden name was Sickle., Most piteous were her dying groanP. The cause of death was-,-pickes." -New York Cowmerecal Advertier. WHEN a Buffalo street car conductor was told by a lawyer that ho had fallen heir to a le aoy of $100,000, the man simply asked the loan of five cents to buy a cigar with. He wanted to find out if the lawyer was lying to him. A PERSON who had an important oas6 ia court sent two very handsome and ex pensive flagons to the Judge. He or dered them to be filled with costly wine and sent back to the donor. The Judge was a pagan, however, and didn't know any better. Such foolish stories can't be told of the courts of nowadays. SLAVERY is still a recognized institu tion of Arabia, and an active trade in blacks is carried on in some of the larger towns. Arab oustom enfranchises a slave at the end of seven years' faithful ser vices, and on leaving his master presents him with one or more camels and an out fit.. The manumitted negroes marry and have an even chance in life with their former owners. There is no prejudice against a negro in Arabia. "EYE PEE-mo" is the new game. Two holes are made in a screen. The per formers stand behind it and place their eyes in the holes, while the persons in front guess to whom the eyes belong.-. New York Herald. They have the same game, modified somewhat, out West. "Eye openers" are drank, a fight ensues, in which gouging prevails and then the person who sweeps up the floom guesses to whom the gouged eyes be. long RUssELL SAG. is maid to be the very model of frugality and domestio econ omy. His household concerns are con ducted with systematic attention. He weighs out the sugar, tea, coffee, and spices, and measures the liquids required by his housekeeper and exacts a rigid ac count from that usual pet ticoated ty rant. After this the old man drives down town and sets to work to checkmate Jay Gould on Western Union or to get away with any stray New York Central Mr. Vanderbilt may not be able to carry off. The Hat Wouldn't St-and It. Billy Manning, the lamented minstrel, had an iuexhaustible fund of natural wit. He was up and down in life, sometimes worth thousands, and again flat broke. These reverses did not affect his spirits in the least; indeed, his poverty inspired in him many a happy thought. It wasl a habit of Manning, when hearing of the death of an acquaintance, to take off his hat, and, bowing very reverently, re mark: "God rest his soul." On one occasion several of his friends entered into a conspiracy to report to him the death of some person he knew. One friend would app~roach him and say, "Well, Billy, George Jones is dead a't last." Manning would take off his hat and say: "God rest his soul." P'resently another friend would come along, and, according to arrangement, ask him if he had heard of the death of Smith. After the usual expression of surprise and sorrow, off would come Manning's hat., and he would make the tearful ob servation, "God rest his soul." In this way he heard of the death of a dozen old fiends within an hour. Man. ning was then playing in hiaard luck, and his hat was of straw and badly out of re pair. Just as he had uncovered to ask rest for the soul of his twelfth departed friend, the depth and breadth of the "racket" dawned upon him. Standing there, .holding his miserable straw hat by the brim, and increasing, if anything the look of sorrow upon his face, lhe said: "Now let this end right here. I don't want to hear of the death of another per son. This hat won't stand it." SL~na should renmember that the sweetest linn are aonnat. nhann d