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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