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BY DRAYTON & MpCRACKEN.
AIKEN, S. C., TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1882.
VOL. II. NO. 7.
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HENRY BUSCH,
PROPRIETOR OP THE
BUSCH HOUSE
'Cor. Richland Are. & York SL,
AND DEALER IN
fieneral .'Merchandise,
LfliSmS_§iaEfT. AIKEN, S. C.
'Twaverly HOUSE,
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CHAnLES^N, S. C.
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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
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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