Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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/ \ issued twioe-a-week?wednesday an 3d friday. l. m. grist & sons, Publishers. J g, ^amilg JFtetrspapcr: <Jfor the promotion of the jpottfet, ^ocjat, JUjri cultural and Commercial Jnterests of the ?outlt. | tkusincle(cm-^ thkke ckxtsnce" VOLUME 4=1. YORKVILLE, S. C., AVEDNPISDAY, STCETKMBER 4, 1895. NUMBER 59. V A DESERT CUM. By MARY E. STIOBJEY. fOopyrlxb*, HM, by J. B. Ldpplnoott Company.] L CHAPTER XIII The tall clock in the corner of the hall in five alow, clanging strokes, was ringing a knell for another dead honr as Edith Ellery, dressed for a drive, came gingerly tripping down that great oak staircase whose exquisite polish was Of a sort CO almost autuuiy civ a warning to unwary feet Never could the girl have looked more lovely than now, k as she settled herself in a corner of the high backed seat in the shadow of the stairway, her cheeks flushed as though they burned to rival the smiling, red lipped mouth, her brown eyes shining with a sort of scintillant glow, like bits of polished gold stone. It was in natural re acta on from the gloom which had lately so heavily oppressed her that now, for the moment, she was almost \ riotously happy. She had forgotten to reproach herself for her weak and vacillating attitude toward Marshall Woodbury. She did not oare to think what the future might hold in store. She only exulted in the thought that within the hour, when onoe her fateful message was flashing over the wires, she could feel that she had finally severed the last > knot of that foolish tangle into which she had blundered. She oould have shouted far gladness in the mad sense of freedom that was hers onoe more. She idly picked up a newspaper, but she was too excited to read. The striking of the clock had suggested a new idea, reminding her of the difference in time between Denver and Boston. Marshall Woodbury by this time must have * left hia office for the dav. and her mes sage, if directed there, could not reach him before the next morning. In her impatienoe to have the matter settled beyond question she debated if it would not be better to have it follow him to his house, and yet, hesitating, with a whimsical smile?it seemed that she oould scaroely take any question seriously just now?she reminded herself that i he might perhaps prefer not to have his good night's sleep haunted by such words, fidgeting uneasily as she saw herself confronted again with the vexed question of just how much this man really cared far her. In truth, it had been a oertain jealous distrust of the real depths of his love which had held her back in the first instance, when she L had been most disposed in his favor, a m haunting conviction that there had been * more of oool reason than of passion in his ohoioe, and there was a touch of sarQC TOifh a chmty I Willi iU UU UU44V *iVtf MO) WW-.MQ, he decided that the telegram should follow him to his pillow if perchance It might go through directly. There was satisfaction of a sort in her belief that she was not, after all, to hnrt him overS much, but her woman's heart was still capable of a touch of unreasoning soreness that, sinoe he had presumed to call himself her lover, he had not loved her a little more. It was this slight, unacknowledged pique perhaps which lent a flavor of almost vengeful zest to the feeling with which she repeated over to herself the words she planned to send him, checking off the number carefully with her y small gloved fingers, for, like most women of little acquaintance with that time and labor saving device of modern communication, she was impressed with a vague conviction that to send more than ten words by telegraph was somehow forbidden by law, while to send less would have been an impossible affront to that passion for getting the worth of her money innate in every * woman's heart But to convey her meaning clearly in such meager phrase and in such terms that its sentimental purport should not be patent to every callow operator who listened to the olicking of the words between that point and Boston seemed a matter deserving of all serious consideration, k "Cannot see you hera Useless and ^ painful Willwrita" The words came within the prescribed limit certainly, but there was room for one more, regarding with a puzzled frown the little finger of her left hand, sticking stiffly away from its fellows, as though bound to call attention to the fact that it had been left out in the brief scale. And then, had any one been watching, lie would have seen a strange light flash into the eyes which had beeu absently regarding that paper upon her lap, while all the bloom as suddenly faded from her face as if the hand of death had fallen upon her. She was staring dizzily at a column whose flaring head lines her rigid fingers seemed to be pointing \ out, as though moved by the fates to compel her attention: "Discovery of an Organized Band of Horse Thieves In Wyoming. Startling Developments. Arrest of the Ringleader of the Gang, Paul Brown, a Man Hitherto Held In High Esteem Among the Cattle Men. Fears That He May Be >. Lynched." So far she read unoomprehendiugly, dully going over the lines a second time before the full meaning of the words seemed clear to her, but then, with a smothered cry, she caught the sheet closer to her blanched face, hurriedly devouring the finer print which followed: Cheyenne. July 8, is?. For some time past the cattlemen of this section have suffered severely from the depredations of rustlers, who seemed to be working in a regularly organized band, scattered in different parte of the state, passing the stock from hand to hand, altering brands and cleverly hiding their tracks until detection seemed well nigh impossible. All attempts ut unearthing the gang have proved unavailing until 1 now, when the man who has undoubtedly been the ringleader in the nefarious work is safely lodged In the custody of the sheriff at Cheyenne. It happened on the night of July 4 that two valuable horses were stolen from the K 0 ranch on Big Cow creek, one of them, evidently as a clever ruse to ward off suspicion, a fine animal belonging to Paul Brown himself, the man under arrest, who was employed on the place as a horse breaker. A trusted agent of the Wyoming Stock association at once repaired to the place upon learning tho circumstances and with his accustomed skill quickly succeeded in unearthing one of the most brazen schemes of rascality which this region has ever developed. It appears that on the night in question there was i dance at Cottonwood, a small hamlet a dozen miles on the other side of K 6 ranch, to whicn all the boys belonging on the place, with the exception of Brown, had gone. It was remarked at the time as rather singular that he so determinedly resisted all importunities to make one of tho party, but business before pleasure was evidently the rul ing principle with this young man. A young lady residing at the place now testifies that she was awakened about midnight by mysterious sounds, and, going to the win dow of her room, which faces the barns and corrals, distinctly saw in the moonlight this fellow Brown making for the stables. Curious as to what had taken him forth at such an hour, she sat waiting at the window to see him return and thinks she must have fallen asleep, as the clock was striking 8 when she found her self rousing up, while at the same time she saw Brown loitering under the trees, having evi dently just returned from his strange errand. Tracks leading through the corral Indicate that the horses were taken off that way, while all the signs point toward' a course in the tli rection of the Lost river country, where Brown has a range of his own. The girl's evidence, though given with reluctance, is positive and direct, while Brown admits the truth of her statement as to the time of his going toward the barns, although he stoutly denies his guilt, offering the remarkable explanation that, though he started for that point, he, for some caprice yet unexplained, turned aside to gaze at the moon through the long hours other wine unaccounted for. There seems little oues tion but that this peculiar sentimentalist wus gazing at the moon on this particular occasion from the back of his own horse, which was taken merely as a blind, while he rode out to hand over to a confederate one of the most valuable little fillies in that section of Wyoming. Great excitement prevails over the ar rest in Cheyenne, where the young man has hitherto borne a good reputation, and startling developments are expected. The sheriff announces his determination to protect the prisoner at all hazards, but the stockmen are aroused over their losses, and it is rumored upon the streets that a necktie social is among the possibilities. Edith seemed fairly paralyzed with the growing sense of amazement and horror as she read. It was a morning paper, and that communication from Cheyenne was dated the day before, dully turning the paper over to look. "Perhaps even now?0 God! 0 God!" she gasped and choked with the whispered cry. All the air Beemed suddenly exhausted in the room. She had an odd difficulty in breathing, and everything showed blurred in a dull monochrome. She knew too well the temper of the oattlemen as to their losses to doubt that there might be short shrift for one proved guilty as a rustler, whoever he might be She could even believe that their indignation, turned toward Paul Brown, might burn the more fiercely from the feeling that they had so long been hoodwinked by a olever rogue. And he?ah, he?had sworn to her?sho had demanded the vow?that he would never betray the silly secret of that night, come what would, and she knew that he would go down to his death, i^ need were, keeping his word. Against the dark background of confused thought his face was clear before her?that strong, resolute face betraying in every line the firmness of character which, nursed as a virtue, had developed toward an unyielding obstinacy bordering on a vice. Once a resolution had assumed shape in that man's mind, were it but the outgrowth of a whim, his impulse would be to hold to it at any oost. And now it was she who had bound him to silence; she whose lightest wish, she well knew, would be to him a law; she, to preserve whose fancied honor his lips would be sealed as to that night's doings, even though she had never asked it. Ah, the pity of it, the madness of itl Her honor against his! To sacrifice his own good name, to let the world point at him as a horse thief, perohance to lay down life itself, that nobody might guess that she, Edith Ellery, had been with him alone at an hour to which, from the vileness of their own minds, men were so ready to impute evil. To pay such a price as this for that bauble thing, her reputation! How could he dream that she could ask it, could permit it? "OGod! 0 God! Have pity! To be here, tongue tied and helpless, when a word might save him!" The soft frou frou of silk in the hall above called a poor, strained mask of oomposure to her face, and though her fingers fumbled clumsily over the task they were yet quick to roll that fatal paper into the smallest compass, thrusting it under the pile of cushions at one 6id& She could not talk to Barbara about this awful thing. "Have I worn your patience to tatters?" cried her hostess laughingly, peeping over the balustrade us she hurried down the stairs. "But, child, what makes you look so queer? Is it the light from the stained glass, or are you really ill?" coming to her full of tender anxiety. "Oh, it mu6t be the stained glass. " The pale lips bravely essayed a 6mila, which after -all amounted to scarce more than a grimace. "I have a slight headache, but it is nothing. " "The drive will do you good," Mrs. Hallet returned, with a caressing smile, her tone quite reassured. She fancied that she had fathomed the difficulty at a glance. The girl's sympathies were /3/^Htlrica wrnnohf, nn tvi f.hn hif'hAfit. tension at the thought of the pain she was about to inflict upon her lover. Doubtless she trembled in innocent, girlish vanity with the fancy that she might be about to wreck his life at one fell swoop, and Mrs. Hallct, who had lived to see many a life drift a wreck, but never one for love alono, laughed in her 60ul in good humored cynicism. "And shall wo drive directly to the telegraph office?" she asked when they were in the carriage, a gleam of mischief in her smile. "Do you still want to send that fatal message?" "Yes, the telegraph office. And won't you ask him to drive fast, please?" Her breath came hurriedly, while a fever spot of red of a sudden flamed on either white cheek. A telegram! Ah, why had she not thought of that before? It might not be too late to savo him yet. " 'If 'twere done, 'twere well 'twero done quickly,' " she murmured, with a strained, excited laugh in answer to the other's curious glance. "I believe you are repenting already, Edith," hazarded Mrs. fiallet teasingly. "Your expression is quite tragic. Don't let yourself make a mistake, dear." "No, I shall not make a mistake," the girl exolaimed, with another sharp outburst of that strained, hysterical laughter. Jtier companion ioouea at ner with a baffled sense of being somehow outside the situation, but, with the exquisite taot which always distinguished her, cleverly changed the subject She was curiously interested in tho girl's strange mood, which she meant should be explained to her, but it was one of her theories that success in small things, no less than in great, is worth the price of infinite patience. She idly chatted on of indifferent topics, occasionally calling attention to some building especially fine, while Edith, mechanically responsive, in an undercu:Tent of thought was eagerly framing tliis second telegram she had to send, this time with no niggardly oounting of words. Fortunately the drive was rather long, and there had been time for the girl to grow quite composed before the oarriage drew up before the Western Union office. "Don't come, Barbara. It is not worth while. " she hastily protested as she eagerly sprang to the ground, and Mrs. Hallet, although she might have been a little piqued at the evident desire to be spared her surveillanoe, was yet sufficiently gracious to smile as she settled acquiascently back against the cushions. "And now the deed is done, I suppose, "she observed laughingly when, after a very short absence, the girl returned. "The die is cast." "Ah, never say die!" A note of strange triumph was in that wild, hysterical laugh. What would Barbara Hallet say could she know that at that moment a message was flashing across the wires to Tom Tregeut of Cheyenne, saying: "Paul Brown is innocent of charges against him. I will be in Cheyenne by night train prepared to prove it," and signed with her name? And now the next thing to do, "Would you mind telling the man to drive to the. Union station?" she asked, trying to speak with matter of fact carelessness, but faltering somewhat, her eyes falling. "I want"?moistening her *ry lips nervously?"I want to ask abort a train." "The trains from Boston? Tofln l out if your message will reach him bt fore he leaves, you sharp little puss? Can't you leave it all to Providence? Pat, of course, if you wish," amiably giving the order. "How the poor ticket man will 6wear in his heart when you pin him down to his book of time tables with such an unconscionable demand! But I dare say he deserves it for his 6ins." "I will try not to be too hard on him," returned the giri, .uscious that tho other did not haif L--l;cve in the pretext she had so ingeniously constructed and was waiting i'or a fuller explanation. All the way to tho station she sat in a listless silence, her mind wrestling impatiently with tho problem which now confronted her. She was resolved to go to Cheyenne by the first train, which she know would leave Denver at some hour in the evening. Yet how could she escape from her friend without full explanation of her purpose, which, upon reflection, she felt but the more determined to withhold? She knew too well the character She idly picked up a newspaper. of Barbara Hallet to question that. Wore all made clear, sho must have tho company of that friend on this journey. With her genorous, impulsive syinpa thy Barbara would count it snaino to herself to let tho girl go upon that weaiy night expedition alone. Bnt Edith, with a sickened heart, remembered that tbero might bo tho publicity of a courtroom to faco, reporters and tho horrors of newspaper notoriety. Thero might oven be?ah, that "special correspondence1' was dated yostorday. She could never forget that. Even now it might be too late. She shut her pale lips together with a sort of fierceness to keep from crying out. Dearly would she havo liked the support, of that stanch friend in tho unknown trials which lay before her, but Barbara must bo spared. It was for her, Edith Ellery, to do this errand alone, and should sko weakly shrink and falter where he, for love of her, had faced all so bravely? "I don't know what you will say, Barbara," she began appealingly wheu she slowly returned to tho carrriage from her errand, "but do you not have impulses sometimes which you can hardly explain impelling yon toward doing something which to another might seem simply irrational?" "Frequently, my child. It is all that saves me from madness, as vaccination keeps one from smallpox. Bnt what crazy move are you meditating now? Is it to go back and retract that telegram?" "Not quite bo bad as that, but?look a^'those.'' Barbara Hallet was silent for a moment, amazedly turning over in her hand the two bits of pasteboard which the girl had given her, a cloud of something like displeasure creeping in a warm flush across her fair face. "A ticket for Cheyenne and a sleeping car section. Well, I must say, Edith, that this appears a little too irrational for my comprehension, but perhaps you will be good enough to explain." "It is only?oh, don't be vexed, Barbara. It breaks my heart to think that you may be displeased with the whim, for, of course, it is merely a whim. But I want to go back to Wyoming for a few days. Indeed I feel that I must go." "But it iB perfectly preposterous, running off like this," knitting her brows fretfully over the tickets. "Wire Nelsine to come down if you want to consult with her, though for that matter I thought you had already settled it to nit yourself. I thought you knew your own mind." Edith had occasionally been put to VUUi UOlVli UJ UVi uiouu a of jumping at a conclusion upon the smallest shred of evidence, bnt now there were thanks to heaven in her heart for this hint so opportunely offered. "But Nelsine cannot leave the children, "she breathlessly protested. "It would be so much easier for me to go to her. And it is suoh a little journey, now that I know the way." "But to fly off at a tangent like this I You are planning to take the night train, I take it To get into Cheyenne at nobody knows what uncanny hour?that rough, oowboy town." "Oh, the place is beautifully civilized." She tried hard to be calm, though her lips rebelliously trembled. "And one is not obliged to face even the electrio lights of the place unless one chooses, so the ticket man told ma The sleeper is sidetracked there until morning, for whioh reason you must see that it is the very train to take to get to the ranch comfortably, as one has the advantage of the early 6tart for the long drive across the country. I would ' much rather spend the night in the sleeper than be obliged to 6top over at Cameron's, as I did befora " "I have a good mind to go with you, " | announced her companion, her face brightening with the idea ' '1 really feel that I ought to if you will insist upon going, ii it were not ior raur? "Bat you cannot leave the child; you must not," cried the girl quickly. "Why should you think of it? There is not the slightest reason." "There is not the slightest reason for your going yourself, so far as I can see," Mrs. Hallet declared, with a palpable air of pique, "unless you have found your stay with me so disagreeable"? "Ah, you don't know, you can't understand, and I can't explain." Her lips were now pitifully aquiver and such pain in her appealing eyes as reminded Barbara Hallet of some animal hurt to death. "Don't ask me to tell you until I oome back, dear. I must go, and you must not try to 6top ma That is all I can tell you now. Only trust me, Barban*." to be continued. A Snake Story.?Here is a snake story from a Bechuanaland paper which we do not remember having seeu before. A Barberton man, who goes to church regularly, was one day walking along the luniks of Concession creeK etmng a sandwich, and on account of the usual disparity between meat and bread, he threw the redundant piece into the water. Immediately a swarm of yellow fish bubbled around it, fighting for the mouthful. The man searched his pockets for fishing tackle, but all in vain, and was just beginning to die of despair, when his eye lighted on a black snake. At that moment he remembered how his father used to tell him that hlack snakes were very expert in catching fish. He therefore grabbed the reptile by the tail, carried it to the river, and held it over the struggling fish. The snake proved itself a born angler, and in the course of an hour the man had cantured 40 fine fish. A few tluys later, as he was walking in the same place, he felt something rub against bis leg, and looking down, he saw his friend the black snake, eager for more sport. ? Punishmk.vt Enough.?A man with four wives was brought before Hans Swart hart, a Mohawk justice for commitment on the charge of bigamy. "Four wives?" exclaimed the astonished Plans, "dat vas a most hinoeious crimes! Dissharch him at vonst." "Why ?" protested the prosecutor, "Why discharge him when the proof is positive? Will the court explain ?" "Yes, I eckshplains. Off he lifs mit four wiles he got banishment enough. I lif mit von, and got too much bunishment already." fifcaf" New Ollice Boy?A mau called here to thrash you a lew minutes ago. Editor?What did you say to him? "I told him I was sorry vou weren't in." iUi.orcUitneous heading. A WEARING OP THE GRAY. An interesting feature of the recent reunion at Rock Hill, was the reading of an intensely patriotic original poem by Colonel W. R. Davie, of Lauds ford, entitled "A Wearing of the Gray." The poem was read by the author, with splendid effect, and the applause it elicited was something wonderful. The poem, however, can very well |stand upon its own merits. It is as follows: 'TIs thirty years, my comrades, since the "Starry Cross" was furled, And the last "thin line of gray" against the serried foe was hurled. 'TIs thirty years since last we heard the "Rebel yell" In tight, And knew the Joys of soldier boys while battling for the right, Yet though our ranks are thinning fast and death has claimed his due, Enough survive to keep alive the memory of the true, Who died for home and Dixie land In battle's fierce array, When you and I, my comrades, were a wearing of the gray. Enough to tell of those who fell, fair Dixie to defend. Of those who starved and marched and fought unto the bitter end; I Or found a grave among the brave who scorned to purchase life. With traitor's oath, in prison loathe, true martyrs of the strife. Enough to shield our hero dead from treason's taint and shame? j Enough to consecrate their deeds to glory and to fame, If we but do our duty to the men who passed away, >Y IJCI1 )UU UUU l, 111_> wiumuco, nc.v ? wearing of the gray. The cause for which they died, alas! Is lost beyond redeem, And our "Southern Independence" has vanished like a dream* The stars and stripes float over us In field and festal hall, While'round the dead Confederacy Is swathed a funeral pall. A "New South" hath arisen, on the ruins of the old? On the altars of our country are but ashes gray and cold Yet we cherish Dixie's heroes as we did upon the day When you and I, my comrades, were a wearing of the gray. Teach the story of their glory to the generation new; Let the school boy and the maiden yield the veneration due To the patriotic virtues and the courage so sublime, Of those heroic children of the Southland's sunny clime; And when we've crossed the river, beneath the trees to rest, Let us hope to find our lost ones camping among the blest, In that last graud "Reunion" where we shall dwell for aye, 'Round the eternal "camp Are" a wearing of the gray. BIG TOBACCO BREAK. Here'is an Interesting Story of Remarkable Significance. There was a big tobacco break at Florence last Thursday. It was the opening of the market season, and The State and News and Courier had special representatives on hand to "write it up." Their stories are wonderfully interesting, and indicate that South Carolina, which a few years ago hardly produced enough tobacco to keep a small boy in cigarettes, has suddenly increased her productions to millions of pounds, and has, in Florence, a market that has already commenced to rival Danville, Va. A tobacco break is merely a sale. Instead of taking their tobacco to town and carrvinc it around to the buyers, in search of the highest bidder, as is the case with cotton, the tobacco grower puts his crop in a big warehouse constructed for the purpose, and owned by an expert, who looks after sales. The buyers are on band at the warehouse. They have the privilege of examining the piles of tobacco, and then the warehouse managers hold a big auction. Unless the tobacco is withdrawn from sale by the owner, it is knocked down to the highest bidder. It seems that at Florence there are two large warehouses. One of them is GO by 100 feet, and the other 50 by 225. Both were built and are owned and operated by Virginia capitalists, who were attracted to Florence a few years ago by the wonderful promise of the tobacco industry in the country surrounding. The people of Florence and surrounding country made a big holiday of it Thursday. There were present more than 30 buyers, and tobaccoerowers. with their products, from eight counties. The first lot of tobacco was started at 19 cents a pound and knocked down at 32 cents. During the day, 88,000 pounds of tobacco were sold for about ?30,000. It is said that the sellers carried home, as their own, fully 80 per ceut. of the total amount they received, and the like has never before been known in the case of the cotton farmer. It was a notorious fact, candidly pointed out by warehousemen, and candidly admitted by the growers, that in many cases the tobacco was improperly cured and badly sorted out. It was the result of inexperience, and had the producers known how to handle their products, the prices realized would have easily heen doubled. Notwithstanding this 9 farmers out of 10 were simply delighted with the result, and declared that they had made more clear raouey in proportion to the labor aud expense involved, than they had ever made before in their lives. The tobacco acreage in Florence county increased more than 200 per cent, last year, and the outlook is that this year it will do even more. Indeed, it is not improbable that next year's figures will have South Carolina in the front rank of the tobacco producing States of the Union. 6ST" After the passage in Georgia of the severe laws against gambling, Judge Dooly was very rigid in their enforcement. At the close of a session of the superior court, the judge had retired to rest; but the noise of a faro table in the adjoining room disturbed him so much that he got up, dressed, and went in and told them that he had tried all legal methods to break thetn tip, and had failed; and now he was dertermined to adopt another plan. Before the night had closed he broke the bank, and told the parties to clear out, and be more careful in the future bow they interfered with the court. SOUTH CAROLINA NEWS. Labor Day. Last Monday was Labor Day, a State and national holiday. Pursuant to a ueueral order from headquarters, all dispeusaries throughout the State were closed. Salaried Will He Reduced. It has been given out that it is the intention of the dispensary authorities to reduce the salaries of quite a number of dispensers to a figure commensurate with the amount of work performed. Meets Next Tuesday. Sergeaut-at-arms Stansell is now engaged in putting the hall of the house of representatives in order for the constitutional convention, which meets on next Tuesday. The question ? " *? ? km 11 La nnrm n non t nLoi ? _ 115 IU >v UU ? 111 uc pti juj auv/u v vuuuman of the convention is exciting great interest. The two most prominent candidates are Governor Evans and Congressman Talbert, and as both want the position, the outlook is that there will be a lively fight over it. Ex-Mayor Jutnea Dead. J. C. James, Esq., ex-mayor of Chester, died at his home in that town last Thursday night, after an illness of about four weeks, with typhoid fever. Mr. James was originally from Clieraw, and settled in Chester several years ago for the purpose of practicing law. He at once became popular with all classes and took a leading place at the bar and in the upbuilding of the city. He was elected mayor and filled the office with great credit. He leaves a widow and three children. The widow, who is a daughter of Mr. W. H. Hardin, is critically ill with typhoid 1CV CI To Be Heard Today. Upon the petition of N. G. Gonzales, ' editor of the Columbia State, Judge Simonton has issued a rule against Commissioner Mixon, Constables Lafar, Speed and Davis, and Policemen Morehead and Strickland, requiring them to show cause why they should not be attached for coutempt in seizing certain liquors belonging to Mr. Gonzales at the Columbia club. The case, which involves an alleged violation of Judge Simonton's recent ruling in regard to the bringing of liquor into this from another State, is to be heard at Greenville today. Four Cents Cotton.?The Wilmiugton Messenger says: "Prof. Massey found a farmer whose cotton cost him but four cents a pound. How did he do it? Let him tell. A Halifax farmer in 1870 raised three bales on one acre. He got a premium at Weldon fair and about $100 a bale?making about $300 for cotton raised on one acre, and the $50 or whatever sum offered. His cotton did not cost him more than four cents probably." rr\t . -r\ ^ 1 ^ T> - j.ne uemuurai/ kuuws u xvuucsuu county farmer, Mr. Daniel P. McKinnon, of Rowland, who did better than that last year, and this is how he did it: Mr. McKinnon is reputed to be the best farmer in Robeson, which is a a county of good farmers. He has bis land under excellent cultivation. In the Spring, he doesn't buy on crop time, but pays cash for what fertilizers he buys, this beiug about the only thing he has to buy. He makes all the bread, and usually all the meat, consumed on his plantation, and makes one hor9e and one hand make as many bales of cotton as two horses and two hands usually make. He is a close and accurate calculator and says that his cotton crop last year cost him very little more thun three cents a pound. He made money on his crop while many farmers lost. This goes to show that whether any business is profitable depends largely upon how it is carried on.?Cliuton Democrat. First Bales. ?North Carolina's first bale of new cotton was sold at Morven, Anson county, last Thursday. It weighed 558 pounds and brought 8 cents. Mr. John Geddings, of Eastover, S. C., shipped a bale of new cotton to Sumter last Thursday. G. M. Seignious of Orangeburg, sold a bale of new cotton in Columbia last Friday. It weighed 470 pounds and classed good middling. Mr. W. N. Sims sold the first bale of new Georgia cotton at Hogausville, last Friday, for 10] cents. The first bale bale of Alabama cottou was sold at Opelika, on Friday, for 7 cents. Anderson, S. C., received her first bale on Friday aud paid 9 cents a pound for it. It weighed 1,042 pounds. To Elect a Commander.?S. S. Crittendon, major-general of the South Carolina division of the United Confederate veterans, has isued the following as geuerol order Xo. 12: I. The terra of office of the commander of this division having expired by constitutional limitation, an election for major general of the division of South Carolina, United Confederate veterans, is hereby ordered to be held at the respective camps of this division on Saturday, the 14th of September. II. Commandants of camps will immediately forward to these headquarters certified copies of the result of said election in their respective camps.