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v I A The BY DRAYTON & MpCRACKEN. AIKEN, S. C., TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1882. VOL. II. NO. 7. f HENRY BUSCH, PROPRIETOR OP THE BUSCH HOUSE 'Cor. Richland Are. & York SL, AND DEALER IN fieneral .'Merchandise, LfliSmS_§iaEfT. AIKEN, S. C. 'Twaverly HOUSE, i CHAnLES^N, S. C. 4 i Tlds favorite family HJotol is eituated on Kin^ ^strrct, tbe principal reti ill busineee etreet, and ,>uearlv oppni-ita the Aca lemy of Muaio. Thd WAVEliLY under the new management had •recently been renovate* l and refurnished, and is recommended for in i well kept table and .home comforts. A Rates *2 and $2.60* e r day, according to location of room. Tho Charleston Hotel Trans fer Ominibuaes will c*Mry guests to and from tho House. 7 G. Tl ALFORD. Manager. SUMMSRYILkEEODSE. H. A. SfylYSER, (Formerly cf Aikfcti, 8. O.), 'Has a fine largo housfe and cottage for the 'accommodation of txiardiors in the beautiful Til lage of Summerville, noi? the city of Augusta, 'Ga,, finely eituated, witjh splendid drives and pleasant walks. Street cars within three minutes’ walk. Churchbs vegy #oaveniont to the house. Tbe house is neatly sad comfort ably furnished with everything necessary for comfort. Rooms and halls well ventilated and heated. Mails delivered daily. Terms mod erate. Apply to II. A. 8MYSER, Sand Hills, Augusta, Ga. G-LOBE HOTEL, B. F. BROWN, Proprietor. AUGUSTA, GEORGIA. Bates, £2.50 per day. FIRE INSURANCE ON A SOLID BASIS. The undersigned would call attentl«^r to their facilities for Insuring- Property Against fire in companies of unsurpassed repu ation and at fair rates. In case of losses oc curring, their friends placing business in their hands can roly on their personal attention to their interests in settlement of claims. They ask a call from property owners before placing Unbix insurance elsewhere. Terms as low as any reliable, first-class companies. E. J. 0. WOOD, SIBERIA OTT. Fire Insurance! London Assurance Corporation. Chartered 1720. Assets, $15,880,110.96. North British and Mercantile. Chartered 1809. Assets, $2,011,004.00. I’hrenix, of Hartford, Conn. Chartered 1858. Assets, $2,826,875.00. Hanover, of New York. Chartered 1852. Assets, $2,501,141.00. Germania, of New York. Chartered 1859' Assets, $2,471,061.00. CLAUDE E. SAWYER, Agent, AIKEN, S. C. n. 8. Hemdeisson. E. P. Henderson- H endoson Bitoa, Attorneys at Law, Aiken, S. O. Will practice in the State and United State* courts for South Carolina. Prompt attention given to collections. W. NORRIS, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Aixen, - - . Sooth Carolina. Will practice in all tbe Cotarts of this State, Q C. JORDAN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Aiken, South Carolina. J) A. EMANUEL, Attorney at Law, Aiken, 8. O. Will practice in all the State and United Slates Courts. Spocisl attention paid to colleo tions and investments of money. JAMES ALDRICH, r AtTOE A Night Watch, Slowly the silver twilight sailed Bayond the purple bars; And now the lonely lakelet holds Ite mirror to tho stars. All round the wood-encompassod shore No insect song, no breeze; No ripple on the gloomy lake, No murmur in the treas. Far down tho dim reflected heaven’s Suffusing atmosphere Orion drops his fiery darts, Great Jupiter his spear. Along the darkly wooded cape Black cliffs of shadow lie; The near oaks rear thoir antlered tops Against tho solemn sky. Above the quiet leafless boughs The slow stars drift, and soon, Behind its fringe of pines, the east Will brighten with the moon. There reigns throughout the universe A stillness ns of death; Tho world’s groat heart has Leased to boat, Creation holds its breath. Swift orb, whoso passing leaves no wake, Whose axles never burn, How fast you cleave the trackless blue, How noislessly they turn! By day, by night, through boundless space, The unresting.planet rolls With all hor oceans, lands and climes, And all her freight of souls. 1 listen till the silence roars; What is the sound I hoar? Tho thunder of the parted heavens, Tho rushing of tho sphere! Each moment from our place wo speed, And come to it no more; Infinity behind us lies, Infinity before. Man has no fixed abiding-place: Through pathless deeps we roam; This native soil, Miis steadfast earth, Lsbut a wandering hoiyc. As evermore the whirling ball Along its orbit flies, Still evermore tho sun leads on To yet remoter skies. Even while I pause to ponder it, With headlong silent force The orb has aped a thousand leaguoa Upon her fearful course. Oh voyager on tho driving ship, Where is thy destined shore? Eternity behind thee lies, Eternity before! —J. T. Trowbridge, in the Companion. THE MISSING- WITNESS. resting-piaeo in assize times. I was at no loss to understand the cause of her vexation at my tardy appearance. She was somewhat ot a matchmaker* and having no one but myself on whom to exercise her talents, she had devoted them exclusively to my service. She had already decided on a suitable wife for me, and was exerting herself to the utmost to bring about tho mar riage. The chosen young lady was present, and I knew that Alice was much annoyed with me for devoting the evening to my brief instead of to Dora Lyne. The latter was the daughter of a solicitor in good prac tice, and was herself a very pfetty, bright-looking girl, who would, I Was compelled to admit, be a most desir able wife for a young unknown bar rister. I was thoroughly fond of Alice, and she was my chosen confidante when ever I needed one ; but I could not tell her even that the true reason which prevented Dora Lyne’s brown eyes and sweet voice making their duo im pression on me was the remembrance of a face seen but during a three-hours* railway journey, a face with dark gray eyes and quiet, thoughtful expression, and of a voice heard at somewhat rare intervals in the space of time, whose low-pitched tones still vibrated in my imagination. Alice would have been too good-natured to laugh at me, but I felt sure that, had she known tho state of tbe case, she would have entertainee and probably expressed, fears that ovei study had affected my brain—ai opinion that would probably have bee shared by all persons whose characl teristic w.vs common sense. Miss Lyne, perceiving that Alic was vexed with me, anil wishing, think, to show that she did not shar the feeling, c;illed me over to look al some prints and photographs whicl she was examining. “ Alice,” said Miss Lyne, at length “ did you show Mr. Lestrange th sketch you found in that liook?” “No,” said Alice; “I forgot iti You will find it in that volume of tin ‘Stones of Venice’ on my table Richard. It is really a beautiful sketch. I wonder how it came to be forgotten in the book.” I brought tho book to Dora Lyne, who turned over the leaves until she “ I’m afraid it’s a bad case,” I said to myself, as J laid down my brief after reading itkiver for the third or fourtl my hands. The moment I saw it I uttered an exclamation of surprise, which brought my cousin at once to my side. It was a spirited water-colored sketch of a man’s head—a dark, for eign-looking face surmounted by a red cap. It was, however, neither the skill of tho artist nor the picturesque the model that attrae given up hope, and was endeavoring (>:> dismiss tho subject from my thoughts* when late in the evening tho hall bell door soundad and a message game up that a person wanted to speak tp Mr. Lestrange. Going down I found Waiting for me a bright-looking boy, one of the shop assistants at Mr. Mor rison’s, who had been for a short time Elding in my investigation of the en tries. “I think I have what you want, sir,’ - ho said, as I entered the room. “ It was in my mind all that day that I had given out that book to some one, I epuldn’t think who, and a chance word that t heard this evening brought it aft back«to me like a flash. It was to ^s. French, of Redcourt, that I gave it; and it must have been on the 3d or 4th of May. Here is the lady’s name nail address, sir and he handed me a slip of paper on which was written ‘^Mrs. French, Redcourt, Kilcarran.” It was in Kilcarran or the neighbor hood that, according to Bernini’s own statement, he had spent the day of the robbery. Thanking and dismissing the lad, I returned to the drawing-room with my prize. The next step was to com municate with Mrs. French. Kilcarran was fully fifteen miles from Carri- garvan, and the trial was to begin the following morning. * “ Hand me over that railway guide, Dick,” said Alice’s husband. “ I thought so—no train before ten. There’s nothing for it but for mo to drive to Kilcarran the first thing in the morning—the mare can easily do it in two hours—and if I,find that any one tliere can give evidence worth having, I’ll brir.g them back with me, and have in court before the case for the ' k ase opens.” me trial began next morning, pro- ing at an unusually rapid rate. It ined to me that the learned counsel for the prosecution had never before pul forth his 'wisdom and legal knowl edge in so condensed form. The cross- examination of tho witnesses was of course in my hands, and I did my best to-make it as tedious as possible, to tally failing, however, in my attempts to confuse them or cause them to con tradict themselves^* My only hope lay now in the unknown witness, and of him there were no tidings. The case I A BRILLIANT BATTLt. found the drawing, which she put into - >for the prosecution closed and the court adjourned for lunch; I was standing in the barroom, thinking over my speech for the defense, and mentally re arranging my sentences after the man ner cf the most prosy member of the circuit, when a note was handed to me: “ All right—tho witness is in the sher iff’s room.” Going into, the sI_**£8^ppom I foi Vivid D<-arri(itl«n ofnn Action nervrppti t»_ Coufcilcratc Rom nntl Several Uiiuboate. Rev. II. A. Skinner writes as follows in the Philadelphia Times: On a brilliant day in August, 1864, the Al bemarle,. commanded by Lieutenant Cook, an.I accompanied by a small tender carrying extra supplies of am munition and provisions, made her ap pearance and started on her cruise through the sounds. The mosquito licet tied like sheep before her and were soon out of sight beyond Sandy Point, which stretched its long tongue far out from our shore a couple of miles below. Their precipitate flight was only prudent, for their wooden sides could not have stood a moment before tho ram. That . strange craft, a novel sight to those waters, moved leisurely and silently on, conscious of her superiority and re serving her force for a greater foe, and ono which her gallant commander lit tle dreamed was so near. She looked like the four-sided roof of a house sub merged to the caves, while a dark line at each end, just above tho water, in dicated her deck fore and aft, her form idable iron prow or horn being, of course, wholly under water. The Con federate flag floated from a short staff on the forward end of her roof, and amidships was her smoke-stack. Be sides these there were no other project ing objects about her. She carried two very heavy guns, one on caeh side, and a picked crew of tried men ; but her ports were closed; men and guns were concealed within her mailed Avails, and there was no indication of life about her, except her steady, stealthy motion, and an infrequent cloud of murky smoke from her chimney, as fresh fuel was thrown into her furnaces. Such a mysterious, almost solemn, object had never been beheld on the fair Al bemarle sound. She had just passed my house, and was hidden from view^by intervening trees, when my ear was startled by the booming of a heavy gun. Hastening to the shore a hundred yards distant, I could easily take in the scene. The ram had fired a shot, as the cloud of smoke In her vicinity showed, of de fiance to an approaching enemy, and had taken her position for a fight. Several steamers of unusual size and rig were moving rapidly up the sound, and were hist rounding Sandy Point. Ilurrying back to tho house, I notified my household, already excited by the first appearance of the ram, and all, white and black, including several guests, ran to the fishery, about 300 yards down tho shore, and gathered upon a shady knoll § two guns, as we atterward learned, bad its muzzle shot away, and in con sequence of the loss of her chimney it was impossible to keep up sufiieient steam. In this crippled state she must make her way back, pursued by two swift and heavily-armed ships. Her commander proved equal to the emergency. Among her stores was a large supply of salt pork. This he ordered to be used for fuel instead of the coal, which was now useless. The fierce heat thus rapidly produced made up for the lack of draught in tho in jured smokestack, and so she steadily retreated, fighting all the way with her remaining gun until she reached the mouth of the river, where she fired the last shot of defiance, as she had fired the first; The gunboats had meanwhile ceased the pursuit, and the engagement was ended. The crippled double-ended steamed slowly below Sandy Point, where she lay a couple of weeks repairing damages. It leaked out that a solid shot from the ram had gone through her boiler, killing several of her men and wounding others by its effect. For several weeks the sound siiore in tho vicinity of the fight was strewn with splinters and other frag ments, some painted, some carved or gilded, showing the results of the ram’s lire upon the wooden hulks of hef adversaries. Out of the Depths. Mary Jackson entered the Chicago police court-room and asked to be sent to the workhouse. Her story as told the court was a sad one, and we give it here: Do you think, judge, if I had any place to go to that I would come here and ask that something be done for me? Do you think I would ask to be sent to the workhouse ? Look at me, judge! I have no money, and who will give me any? Look at me I I am clothed in rags, and who will give me clothing? I am hungry, who will feed me or give mo a home? I am tired. I am forty-seven years of age. and can’t do as I once did. For ten long years I have had no home, and I have done nothing but make the same old round from Bucktown to the station-house; from the station to this court, to listen to the same old sentence; from the court-room to the workhouse, from the workhouse to the whisky shops, back to the station. And so year after year I have been kept moving. Oh ! I’m terribly tired of life! Relatives? Yes; I have two brothers, but God knows where—I don’t. I have not seen them fo twenty-two lo] EDITING IN ARIZONA. The Pleanures of Cowboy Criticisms. Mr. John P. Clum, until recently the editor of the Tombstone (Ariz.) Epi- taph, was in Washington recently, and told a Post rejiorter a highly interest ing story of a personal adventure, from which it would appear that, next to running a faro bank, editinga paper in the uncivilized portions of the West is alKiut as dangerous an undertaking as a man can well engage in. He went to New Mexico in 1871, and in 1874 was appointed Indian agent for the Apache tribe at San Carlos, Ari zona. In May, 1880, Mr. Clum estab lished tbe Tombstone Epitaph hs ft weekly. It is now a flourishing daily. He was first made postmaster and afterward mayor. As a postmaster he hail a hard time of it, but as the chief magistrate of the village, .brought as he into almost daily contact with the rougher and most desperate elements, he grew accustomed to write his editorials in sight of his trusty Colt’s six-shooter. In attempting to preserve order he made enemies of the cowboys. This w^the first step in a long and protracted warfare which lasted off and on for more than six months. First, there occurred a drawn battle at midday, between Mr. Clum’s chief of police and three oflicers. and four cowboys. Three of the officers were badly injured, and three cowboys killed outright. The fourth, who hap pened not to be armed, ran away and escaped. After this a citizen’s com mittee w;is formed and paraded tho streets day and night, armed with six- shooters, ' npeme-giTiis antt - Henry ri- fies. Mr. C’.um assailed the cow boys vigorously through the columns of the Epitaph, and every time one was brought before him as a magis^ trate he imposed heavy fines. Then the cowboys lay in wait for Mr Clum, until he was compelled to go heavily armed, and dared not stay out after nightfall without being attended by a body-guard. Every editorial added new fuel to the flame. The cowboys rode into town by night und tried to waylay the editor as he went to the office in the morning. Luckily he es caped all their bullets. Every ordinary plan failing, the cowboys banded together, and camp ing a few miles beyond Tombstone, in a deep and wild canon, signed a death’s- head agreement, to kill Mr. Clum with pens dipped in blood taken from a convict’s arm, and afterward drank from a CU P warm blood, diluted with pure spring water. This came to