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BT E. B. MURRAY & CO. ANDERSON, S. C, THURSDAY MORNING, JULY 7, 1881. VOLUME XVI?NO. 52. AIT INCIDENT INJffARRIED LIFE. "Ma, why don't you ever dregs up?" asked little Nellie Thornton, as her mother finished brushing the childis hair, and tying her clean apron. There was a momentary surprise on Mrs. Thornton's face; but abe answered care? lessly, "Oh, no one cares how I look." ^Don't Pa, love to see you look pret? ty r* persisted' the child. The-mother did not reply) but invol? untarily she glanced at her slovenly attire, the faded and worn calico dress and dingy apron, both bearing wit-1 ness t? an intimate acquaintance with the disk pan' and stove?the slipshod . shoes, and soiled stockings?and she I could not help remembering nowshe had that morning appeared'with, uncombed hair, and prepared her husband's- break- ] fast before he left borne for the neighbor- { ? ing market-town. "Sure enough 1" mus-1 ed she, ''how I do look I" And then mem? ory pointed back a few years to a neatly and tastefullv dressed maiden, sometimes busy in her father's bouse, again ming ling with her young companions, but never untidy in her appearance, always J fresh and blooming; and this she knew, full well, was a picture of herself when Charles Thornton first won her young! heart. Such was the bride be bad taken to his pleasant home. 'i She was- still comely in features, grace? ful in form, but few would call her a! handsome or an accomplished woman;! for, alaa! all other characteristics were! overshadowed by this. repulsive, trait, I Yet she loved to see others neat, and her bouse and children did not seem- to be \ rong to her; so well kept and - tidy/ did I ? they look. As a housekeeper she excel led,' and her husband was long in ac? knowledging to himself the unwelcome fact that he had married an incorrigible sloven. J When, like too many other-young [ wives, she began to grow negligent in I regard to her dress, he readily excused her in his own mind, and thought] "she is not well, or she has so much to doand perceiving no abatement in his kind attentions, she naturally con? cluded he was perfectly satisfied. As her family cares increased, and she went! leas into company; she became still more j i careless of her personal appearance, and ] contented herself with seeing that noth? ing was lacking which could contribute to the comfort of her husband and chil-1 dren, never supposing that so trivial a j Blatter as her own apparel could possibly affect their happiness. All this chain of] circumstances hitherto unthought of] passed before her,a* thdTittle prattler] at her .aide repeated the query, "Don't] . Pa love to see. yon look pretty ?" "Yes, my child," she answered, and her | resolve was taken. She would try an] .'experiment, and prove whether Mr. Thornton were really indifferent on the subject or not.* Giving Nellie a picture book with which to amuse herself, she ] went to her own room, mentally exclaim- ] ing, "at any rate, 111 never put on tbis ] rig again?not even washing day." ] She proceeded to her clothes press and ] removed one dress after another. Some] were ragged, others faded, all out of style, and some uufit to wear. At length ] she found one which had long sgo been laid aside, as "too light to wear about, the house." It was a nice French print, rose coloretLand white,-and she remem-1 . bered it had once been a favorite with bei husband.- The old adage, "fashions come round in seven years," seemed true ] in this case; for the dress was made in ] the then prevailing style. "This is just the. thing," she thought, and she hastened to perform her toilet, saying to herself, "I must alter my dark ginghams to wear mornings, and get it ] all . ready before Charles comes home." Then she released her long, dark hair from it? imprisonment in a most ungrace? ful twiat, and carefully brushing its still glossv waves, she plaited it in the broad braid's which Charles used so much to admire in the days of her girlhood. The unwonted task brought back many reminiscences of those long van- j isbed years, and tears glistened in her eyes as she thought of the many changes time had "wrought in those she loved, but she murmured, "What hath sadness like the change in ourselves we find ?" In that bonr she realized how the ap? parently trivial fault had gained the mas? tery over her, and imperceptibly had placed a barrier between her and the one she loved on earth. True, he never chided her?never apparently noticed her altered appearance?but she well knew he no longer urged her going into society, nor did be seem to care about receiving his friends at his own house, although he was a social man and had once felt proud to introduce his young wife to bis large circle of acquaintances. Now, they seldom went out together, excepting to church, and even dressing for that was generally too much of an effort for Mrs. Thornton. J3be would stay at home "to keep house," after pre-, paring her little ones to accompany their father; and the neighbors soon ceased expecting to meet ber at public worship or in social gathering; and so, one by one, they neglected to call on her until but very few of the number continued to exchange. friendly civilities with her. She bad wondered at tbis, bad felt pained and mortified heretofore. . Now she clearly saw it was her owq fault. The veil was removed from her eyes, and the mistake of her life was revealed in its true enormity. Sincerely did she repent of her past error, calmly and seri? ously resolve on future and immediate amendment. < Meanwhile her bands were not idle, and at length the metamorphosis was complete. The bright pink drapery hung gracefully about her form, impart? ing an unusual brilliancy to her com? plexion. -Her best wrought collar was fastened with a costly brooch, Ber hus? band's wedding gift, which had not seen the light for many a day. Glancing once more at her mirror, to be certain her toilet needed no more finishing touches, she took her sewing and return? ed to the sitting room. Little Nellie had wearied of her pic? ture book, and was now playing with the kitten. As Mrs. Thornton entered, she clapped her'hands in childish delight, exclaiming, "Oh! Ma, bow pretty I" and running to ber kissed* her again and again. Then drew her little chair close to her side and eagerly watched her as she plied her needle, repairing her ging? ham dress. Just before it waa^completed, Nellie's brothers came from school, and pausing at the half opened door, Willie whisper? ed to Charlie, "I guess we've got compa? ny, for mother'* all dressed up." It was with mingled emotions of pleasure and pain that Mrs. Thornton observed her children were unusually docile and obe? dient, hastening to perform their accus? tomed duties without being even remind? ed of them. Children are natural and unaffected lovers of tho beautiful, and their intuitive perception will not often suffer from comparison with the opinions of mature worldly wisdom. It was with a feeling of admiration that these chil? dren now looked upon their mother, and seemed to consider it a privilege to do. something for her. It was "let me get the kin tilings"?"I will make the fire" ?and "may I fill the tea kettle?"?in stead of, as was sometimes tbc case, "need I do it?"?"I don't want to," "why can't Willie V Nellie was to small to render much assistance, but she often turned from her frolic witb her kitten, to look at ber mother, and utter some childish remark expressive of joy and love. At last the clock struck the hour when Mr. Thornton was expected, and bis wife proceeded to lay the table with unusual care, and to place thereon several choice I viands of which she knew he was partic? ularly fond. Meanwhile, let us form the acquain? tance of the absent husband and father, whom we find iu the neighboring town just completing his day's traffic. He is I a fine looking, middle-aged man, with an unmistakable twinkle of kindly feeling in his eye, and the lines of good bumor plainly traced about bis mouth. We know at a glance that be is cheerful and indulgent in bis family, and are at ouce prepossessed in his favor. As he is leaving the store, where he I has made bis last purchase for the day. be is accosted in a familiar manner by a tall gentleman just entering the door. He recognizes an'old friend, and . ex? claims, "George Morton I is it you?" The greeting is mutually cordial. They were friends in boyhood and early youth, but since, Mr. Morton has been practic? ing law in a distant city, ibey have sel? dom met, and this is no place to ex change their many questions and an? swers. Mr. Thornton's fine span of Horses and light "democrat" are stand? ing near by, and it needs but little per? suasion to induce Mr. Morton to accom? pany bis friend to his home which he never has yet visited. The conversation is lively and spirited. They recall the feats of their school days and the experi? ences of after life, and compare their present positions in the world, with the S?lden future of which they used to ream. Mr. Morton is a bachelor, and very fastidious in his taste?as that class of individuals are prone to be. The re collection of this flashes on Mr. Thorn ton's mind as they drive along towards their destination. At once his zeal in the dialogue, abates, and he becomes thoughtful and silent, aud does uot urge his team onward, but seems willing to afford Mr. Morton an opportunity to ad? mire the beautiful scenery on either band?-the hills and valleys clad in the fresh verdure of June?while the lofty mountain ranges look blue and dim in ihe distance. He cannot help wonder? ing if they will find his wife in the same predicament in which he left her that morning, and involuntarily shrinks from introducing so slatternly a personage to his refined and cultivated friend. But it is now loo late to retract his polite invitation. They are entering the old "homestead." One field more and his.fertile farm, with his well kept fen? ces, appears in view. Yonder is bis neat white house, elms and maples. They drive through the large gateway, the tnau John comes from the barn to put up the horses, and Mr. Thornton hurries up the walk to the piazza, leaving his friend to follow at his leisure. He must see his wife first, and, if possible, hurry her out ] of sight before their visitor enters. He rushes into the sitting room. Words cannot express his amazement. There sits the very image of his lovely bride, and a self conscious blush mantles her cheek as he stoops to kiss her with words of joyful surprise, "Why, Ellen V* He has time for no more. George Morton has follow? ed him, and he exclaims, "Ha I Charley, as lover-like as ever?hasn't the honey? moon set yet ?" and then be is duly I presented to Mrs. Thornton, who, under the pleasing excitement of the occasion, appears to far better advantage, than usual. Tea is upon the table, and the gentlemen do ample justice to the tempt? ing repast spread before them. A happy meal it is to Charles Thornton, who gazes with admiring fondness uoou his still beautiful wife. Supper over, Mr. Morton coaxes little Nellie to sit on his lap, but she soon slides down and climb? ing on her father's knee, whispers confi? dentially, "Don't mamma look pretty ?" He kisses her and answers, "Yes, my darling." The evening passes pleasantly and swiftly away, and many a half-forgotten smile of their life pilgrimage is recalled by some waymark which still gleams bright iu the distance. They both feel younger and better for their interview, and determine never to become so like strangers again. Mr. Morton's soliloquy, as be retires to the cozy apartment ap Eropriated to his use is, "Well, this is a appv family I What a lucky fellow Charley is. Such a handsome wife and children?and she's so good a housekeep? er, too! Maybe I'll settle down some day myself?which pleasing idea that uight mingled with bis visions. The next raorniog Mr. Thornton watched bis wife's movements witb some anxiety. He could not bear to have her destroy the favorable impression which he was certain she had made on his friend's mind, and yet some irresistible impulse forbade his offering any sugges? tions or alluding iu any way to the deli? cate subject so longunmentioned between them. But Mrs. Thornton needed uo friendly advice. Witb true womanly tact she perceived the advantage she bad gained, and was not at all inclined to relinquish it. The dark gingbam dress, linen collar and snowy apron formed an appropriate and becoming morning attire for a house keeper; and the table afforded tho guest uo occasion for alter? ing his opinion in regard to the skill or affability of his amiable hostess. Early in the forenoon, Mr. Morton took leave of his hospitable friends, being called away by pressing affairs of business. Mr. and Mrs. Thornton returned to their accustomed avocations, but it was with renewed energy, and a sense of quiet happiness, no less deeply felt be? cause unexpressed. A day or two after? wards, Mr. Thornton invited his wife to accompany him to town, saying he thought she might do some shopping; and she, with no apparent surprise, but with heartfelt pleasure, acceded to the proposal. The following Sabbath the village gossips bad ample food for their huugry eyes (to be digested at the next seeing society), in the appearance of Mrs. Thornton at church clad in plain but rich costume, an entire new outfit, which they could not deny "made her look ten years younger." This was the beginning of the reform, and it was the dawning of a brighter day for the husband and of our story. True, habits of such long standing are not con? quered in a week or a month ; and very often was Mrs. Thornton tempted toyield to their long tolerated sway; but she fought valiantly against their influence, and in time she vanquished them. An air of taste and elegance, once unknown, now pervaded their dwelling, and year after year the links of affection which united them as a family grew brighter and purer, even.radiating the holy light of a Christian home. But it was not until many years bad passed awav, and our little Nellie, now a lovely maiden, was about to resign her place as the pet iu her father's household, and assume a new dignity in another's home, that her mother imparted to her the story of her own early errors, and earnestly warned her to beware of that insidious foe to domestic happiness? disregard of little things?and kissing her daughter with maternal pride and fond? ness, she thanked her for those simple, childlike words, which had changed the whole current of her destiny?"Don't Pa like to see you look pretty ?" Patent Panaceas. "Well, eir; Yes, sir, I do recollect a good many patent medicines in my time," said the old druggist, as he glanced over the bottle-laden counters. "Some of them have gone out of fashion, some of them are no longer made, and some of them I have upon the shelves still. It is curious, though, how the use of them has increased. When I first went into business, and that's over thirty years ago now, there were only two or three sold. Most of the st. ff people used to take then was ordered by the doctor or given by the women-folks in the form of herb teas. Even the patent medicines were more attempts to take the place of the herbs every woman had in the house then, than regular compounds of drugs. As, for example, there was 'Townsend's Sarsaparilla,' v\hich had a run from '40 to '45, and then disappeared. Ayer's and Morris's extracts of the same plant came in about the time that Townsend's went out, and I sell them still. Wistar's 'Balsam of Wild Cherry,' too, is one of the oldest; and 'Pulmonary Balsam' dates from 1826, yet I sell it to-day. But most of them die out. They run for about ten years, as a rule, and then we hear little abont them. As I just said, the first came to take the place of the home-made decoctions of herbs. Then came the reign of the bitters, about the time the war broke out, and every one took to drinking them, either as medi? cine or because they liked them. Of late years, I notice that the proprietors of patent medicines talk less about what they are made of and more about the good they will do the purchaser. The method of placing them upon the market is different. They used to leave them with us to sell; that is, we would take a dozen bottles, and, when the agent came round, would pay for what we got rid of. Now, bless your soul, we have to pay for them whether we sell or not?pay for them when we get them. Why, I sup? pose I have got in the store over eight hundred dollars' worth of them that never have been sold, nor never will be. But what can I do? A medicine comes out; they advertise it heavily; people ask for it; and so I have to keep it. Look at that paper of ours, and count the patent medicine advertisements; nine and a half columns out of twenty one, eh ? Well, don't you suppose I have to keep those things? I tell you, people will buy what is advertised. It's only of late years that this enormously extensive advertising has been done; that is, when I say late years, I mean in the last twen? ty. Before that;, medicines were allowed to make their ov-n way. But now they have got the advertising of them down to a Bcience. "About the effect of tbem on consum? ers, it is somewhat difficult to give a gen? eral opinion. People now-a-days have given up. the simples our fathers, or rather mothers, were so fond of, and their Elace is filled by the patent medicines, suppose these can be divided into two classes?those Jfor external use and those you Bwallow. The former are generally good. They consist of liniments, pain? killers, oils, salves and things like them, which, if they do not do any good, will rarely do any harm. But, as I said, they generally do good. I have patent medi? cines in this store which I believe to be just as good liniments for cuts and bruises as any doctor could get up. I use them myself, and I recommend them toothers. But when you begin to look at the other class?those which are to be swallowed? it's a horse of another color; some of them are good, too. You take some of the sarsaparillas, for example, and I can get no better extracts from the manufac? turing druggists. Then there are other things which I find the physicians con? stantly order and give their patients. They are what might be called proprie? tary medicines?medicines which nave been discovered by physicians or chem? ists, and patented in order to keep a val? uable property in the possession of the person who first fouud it out. They are Sood, arid it is well that we have them, lerely because thgy have been patented or copyrighted is no argument against them. "But among these medicines which you see advertised are some which in my opinion are nothing more than slow poi? sons ; aye, I might say, worse than poi? sons. I don't suppose any otie, except a man in my business, would see a tithe of the barm they do ; that is, others might -see it, but not recognize the cause. Look at it for a moment. I am a duly quali? fied druggist under the laws of the State. By those laws I am forbidden to sell cer? tain drugs without a prescription from a physician. More than that, I am ex? pected to know enough to be able to tell whether a physician, in writing a pre? scription, has combined drugs in danger? ous quantities; and, if be baa, my busi? ness is to notify him, in order that he may correct the mistake. In addition to the drugs mentioned in the law, which are chiefly poisons, by the way, there are others which I would, in common with all druggists of my standing, refuse to sell, except upon order of a physician. Bui in these patent medicines may be these very drugs, and I know nothing about them. I may suspect their pres? ence after noticing the effect the medi? cines have; but the mischief is done then. The position held by druggists in the community is a little peculiar. We are retail traders, dealing in drugs as articles which people buy ; but, in addi? tion to that, we have to guard the people and prevent tbem buying things which we have to sell, but which may do them harm. There is not a day passes but what I am asked for drugs which would be dangerous unless used intelligently; that is, with a clear idea of the danger as well as the benefit of them. When I sell Buch things, I tell the purchaser about them, and in this way guard against evil consequences. The greatest danger in connection with patent medi? cines is that the men who Bell them?the druggists?do not know what is in them. By that lack of knowledge the commu? nity is deprived of the safeguard which it insists on having in other branches of my business. Unless I have passed an examination and shown myself qualified, I am not allowed to sell drugs. Why? Because the people, through the Legisla? ture, require me to kuow enough to guard the community in which I live. How can I do this selling patent medicines, when I know nothing at all about their composition ? I have heard it said that the Patent Office will refuse to patent a hurtful compound. Even if it does, there is no such check on copyrighted labels; and half of the medicines are protected by these. But suppose the Patent Office should so refuse to patent a medicine if dangerous, thereby obliging the pateutee to aeud to the office a medicine which is safe; what is there to show that these medicines arc made according to the formula sent in? Nobody examines them; the only analyst who tries them is the Btomach, and its report is never pub lished, unless it be in the death-rate. It is not mere supposition on my part?this idea of medicines not coming up to formulas. I remember a case where it' was proved that a patent medicine?one largely sold, miud you?had not one grain of the drug which it was supposed to be an extract of in it. Cheaper and i ! stronger remedies bad been substituted;! yet the formula in the Patent Office was j all right. Where was the check on that manufacturer? "What are the most dangerous renie-1 dies ? Those for women and children. ? , I do not know why it is, but women seem j to have a mania for dosing themselves. I believe tbey like medicine; at least, they take enough to make one think so. Now, as any doctor will tell you, there are drugs which, in certain cases, do women a great deal of good, and in others act on them like slow poisons. The very strength which makes them valuable, makes tbem dangerous. I am an old man now, and I recollect easily the wo-< men of forty years ago. I tell you they were stronger and healthier in every way than those I see uow. Why was it? The women of to-day do the same kind of work, although not as much as their grandmothers and mothers did; they eat the same kind of food; tbey live in the same climate. I see constantly in the newspapers articles lamenting the physi? cal degeneracy of the American women ; but I nave never seen, except in medi? cal journals, any reference to what I be? lieve is the cause?patent medicines. Any druggist will tell you that be sells six bottles to women where he sells one to men. Now, what are the drugs these women are putting into themselves in such quantities ? What is the effect of tbem upon the mothers of the American race? The question is a serious one. You know how the temperance move? ment is sweeping over the country; you have read the articles and beard the speeches which prove that liquor is a poison which is ruining the men. I am a thorough believer in temperance, and I think the movement a good one. But I have thought sometimes nhat an 'Anti Patent Medicine Association' would do as much good to the race. If the men are poisoning themselves with rum, what sicians will say that the child of a drunk? en man inherits a tendency or desire for drink. What sort of a constitution do you suppose the child of a man who drinks, and a woman who has dosed her? self on the strength of the medical knowledge contained in the patent medi? cine advertisement, until she has no stamina left, starts out in the world with? "Yes, there is a remedy for this, and it is a very simple one. Let the druggist know what there is in the medicine tbey sell. The druggists of this country can be safely trusted with the care of their fellow-citizens; they are accountable to the law for what they sell, provided they know what it is. Some of the States have public or official analysts. It's a pity that all have not got tbem; but that's neither here nor there. Let some State with such an official pass a law re? quiring any man who wishes to manu? facture a patent medicine witbin its bor? ders to deposit with the public analyst the formula of its composition, and oblige that official to analyze the medi? cine once a year, purchasing the same in open market. If the sample does not come up to the formula, let the Attorney General prosecute the case. The penalty may be merely nominal, for the public, on hearing of the prosecution, would punish the manufacturer sufficiently by refusing to buy what he had to sell. In the case I alluded to, where it was proved that a medicine was being dishonestly manufactured, the demand for it ceased in six months, and what was a good property became worthless. Then let the analyst furnieh a copy of the formula to any "druggist upon application. There would be no danger to the owner of the medicine, because the United States pat? ent and copywright laws are quite suffi? cient to protect him in the ownership of his property. Nor would the makers of honest medicines be injured; on the con? trary, their trade would be increased. But such a law would come down pretty heavily upon the men who think and act as if having to pay an advertising bill constitutes a diploma to prescribe and a license to dispense drugs, both in one. Yes, sir, a knowledge of what" is in the patent medicines, communicated to the druggists of this country, would do more than any other one thing to limit the sale of those that are injurious, to protect purchasers against the evil effects of in? discriminate dosing, and to put an end to what I believe to be a great evil. Such a law would put a stop entirely to the manufacture of a class of remedies which are sold by the manufacturers aud sent by express. What these remedies are, you will find out by reading in the papers the records of the hospitals and criminal courts." Machine Made Fowls, A gentleman of this city has erected here a patent incubator capable of batch? ing out seven hundred ana twenty chick? ens in the usual time?twenty-one days. The contrivance is about four feet high, 'six long and three wide. The interior is arranged with ledges for wire egg trays, in which the eggs are turned by covering with similar trays every day, the top tray becoming in turn the receptacle for a day. Pipes for heating run through the inside, and the temperature is kept uni? form automatically by means of an elec? tric battery and a clock on top of the in? cubator. Two lamps in front fed with kerosene oil supply the necessary heat. When the temperature exceeds the re? quired, degree a lever of the electric bat ter* is displaced, setting the clock in operation so as to raise the ventilator and lower the lights, in which condition tbey remain until the heat diminishes below what is needed, when another movement of the lever closes the ventilator and raises the lights, the process being re? peated mechanically and unerringly. When the chicks are hatched they are kept a day. on the bottom floor, whore they are dried ready to bo turned over to the steam 'mother,' which is capable of taking care of three hundred chickens. In this a flannel arrangement affords r. nestling place for the brood, filling to the satisfaction of the orphan fcatherlings the place of the old hen's wings. This new industry will have its abiding place in Lexington county, within easy distance of this market. The busiuessis to be conducted on a large scale. It has proved a paying occupation elsewhere, and we feel confident that the experi? ment at present going on will more than realize the expectations of the parties in? terested.? Columbia Register. ? Tho syllable "leo" in oleomargarine means that it is strong as a lion. ? "Now, Sammy, have you read the story of Joseph?" "Oh, yes, uncle." "Well, then, what wrong did they do when they sold iheir brother?" "They sold him too cheap." ? "Why am dat ar thermometer like de cullud Mason?" asked uncle Mose of Jim Webster. "Dunno, Uncle Mose." "Bekase it rises by degrees." "Whew I ole man, hit am too hot for sich jokes." are the women doing with drugs? ! WHO INVENTED THE COTTON GIN? , A Rival Claim Which Disrobes the Name or Whitney of Its Glorj. j Editor Columbia Register : I have been spending some time of late I in a community eight or ten miles South I west of Winnsboro in Fairfield County, i and in one of the families which I have visited a story has been told me which I think should be given to the public. Since hearing this story I have been gathering facts to prove its authenticity, and can assure the reader that, as it is here given, it has, at least, the virtue of being true. It is a surprise to many that it has not been given publicity through the press long before this. To Eli Whitney has indisputably been accorded the honor o. inventing the cot? ton gin. So far as I can learn this claim has never been publicly disputed. The whole world has unhesitatingly taken part in doing honor to the once penniless student who has ever enjoyed the credit of having given to it one of the most useful pieces of machinery in modern in? vention. A glittering monument per? petuates his fame, and if I have been correctly informed the Whitney family still enjoys a royalty on their progenitor's Yankee shrewdness. The world will doubtless not stop to listen to an account which will detract anything from the fame of the great inventor, and Heaven forbid that I should tinge its brightness if it has been honestly won, but in these days of research and inquiry things will turn up which demand and gain our at? tention. During my stay in Fairfield I have spent several weeks in the house of Cap? tain Thomas Anderson, who now owns the old ancestral home of the Kincaid family, one of the most prominent and wealthy families of the State in ante bel? lum days, and of which family Captain Anderson is a member. His mother, a daughter of Mr. Kincaid, is one of the two surviving children, now over 70 years of age, and from her lips I have the ac? count here given, which she in turn had received from her parents. Mr. Kincaid was a Scotchman by birth, and in his fruquent visits to Hamburg, opposite Augusta, Ga., on business, be met a Mr. Holmes? a mechanic by trade and one of hin same country?a Scotchman. A mu? tual attacbraentsprung up between them, being of the same nationality, and Mr. Holmes taking Mr. Kincaid into his con? fidence showed him a machine which he had constructed somewhat on the prin? ciple of a wool burrer, which be believed would separate cotton seed from the lint. Mr. Kincaid was well pleased with the appearance of the new machine, and told hm friend as there was no way of testing it in Hamburg without detection he would take it with him to Fairfield, where he had water power at his com? mand, and where a satisfactory trial could be made. To this proposition Mr. Holmes agreed, and accompanied his friend to bis home in Fairfield County, near Little River. Atter a short while the two Scotch friends put up the rudely-constructed gin in the mill bouse of Mr. Kincaid, which wos on Mill Creek, about ten miles from Winnsboro. To their great satisfaction it worked well, and a thought of future competence accruing from the sale of rights of so useful a machine rushed over the mind of the poor Scotch mechanic. It was tried again. The cotton was cleaned from the seed?it was a success I ?and the greatest care now was to pro? tect the invention or discovery from be? ing stolen. Mr. Holmes remarked that a young man from Georgia, Whitney by name, had visited his shops in Hamburg and repeatedly endeavored to see his ma? chine?bad even bribed a colored work? man employed in Hamburg to tell him something about it. Eut so far up in the unsettled backwoods of South Carolina they considered the little rude cotton gin safe. Soon after testing the machine Mr. Kincaid went on a trip to Charleston, which, of course, at that day, was made by private conveyance. During his ab? sence a young man rode up to his gate in Fairfield and asked Mrs. Kincaid very politely to allow him the pleasure of see? ing Mr. Kincaid's new piece of machine? ry. The request was made in such a courteous manner that it was granted, and going down to the mill the young an spent nearly a whole day in exam? ining the gin and taking a model of it. ThiB done he returned the mill key and set out for home. When Mr. Kincaid returned from the city, among other things, his wife told him a very polite young man had been there to look at his gin. "You didn't allow him to see it, did you ?" he said. "Yea," replied his lady. Raising his hands and almost sinking in despair^ he exclaimed: "My wife, you have ruined me and my friend." He knew thai | Whitney had endeavored in every way to gain access to the new machine of Mr. Holmes, and, as ho justly suspicioned and afterwards found out, had taken ad? vantage of his absence from home and thus gained his end. As a consequence of Mr. Whitney's visit, he soon took out his patent for the celebrated cotton gin. Mr. Eolmes at once resolved to enter suit against him, but being poor, was unable to employ counsel without some money in advance. For a long time he still hoped to regain his right to the valuable patent,, but, from poverty and other cares, he was finally forced to abandon his claim to what was justly his. Now a story like the above, coming out after so many years, may seem too trans? parent to receive much credit, but the reader will please remember that tho story is by no means a new one. It has been carefully handed down through the members of Sir. Kincaid's family, two of whom still survive; but it has never be? fore, as I can learn, been given to the public through the press. The simple fact that the members of the Kincaid family and estate remember the story so well from the lips of their father, who considered his pwspecta of a huge for? tune, together witn Mr. Holmes', out of the new machine, greatly blighted, lends to it a strong shade of authenticity. The old original gin was purchased by Mr. Kiucaid from his friend and run for many years at his place in Fairfield ; and I dare say that many old citizens of this couuty can testiry that it was the first known in the State. It was kept as a relic, but was destroyed by fire in an old barn wheu Sherman passed. Dr. Aiken, of Winnsboro, who married a descendant of Mr. Holmes, having heard of Whitney's dishonest act, and having examined the accounts told about it, and having found them to be true, made preparation a few years since to enter suit against the Whitney heirs, but on examining the law found that the oc? currence took place too far back to be admitted into the Courts. Thus the case was again dropped, aud Mr. Hodgison Holmes, the real inventor of the cotton gin, sleeps in an unmarked grave, while the name of Whitney is linked with the laurels of glory which evidently belong to another. The press?the free and in? dependent press of our country?is alone able to take vengeance upon such injus? tice and to give honor to whom honor is due. Henry E. Harman. FLORIDA'S LAJi'D BOOM. Details and Objects of the Recent Purchase of Internal Improvement Lands. Savannah News. A Jacksonville special to the News announced the purchase of 4,000,000 acres of internal improvement lands in Florida by the Obeechobee Company, of which Mr. Hamilton Disston, of Phila? delphia, is one of the wealthiest mem? bers. The Philadelphia Pi ess annonnces that Mr. Disston made the purchase per? sonally. But whether the title rests in him alone or in the company is of little moment. The purchase has been made, and the State is profited to the extent of $1,000,000 available capital. With ref? erence to the details and objects of the purchase the Press says: "This huge transaction has been in negotiation for some months, and its success was owing to some very shrewd tactics on the part of the agents of Mr. Dieston. The land acquired?a tract nearly as large as the State of New Jer? sey?was a part of the public domain of the State of Florida, and under control of the Board of Internal Improvement of the State. Owing to the recent im? proved value of the land of Florida this property has been anxiously looked after by capitalists of New York and Boston. For years, through agents, these gentle? men have endeavored to purchase the land. The State bad no disposition to sell until recently, when it became nec? essary to do so to relieve the State from certain obligations which had become burdensome. When these facts became known there was renewed efforts on the part of the New York people, who were backed by a well known German bank? ing bouse of that city and a syndicate from London, headed by ex-United States Minister to Belgium, Sanford, aud the Boston capitalists to buy the land. "Meantime, Mr. Disston bad become well acquainted with the value of the land through bis already interests in the State from his connection with the Ever? glades scheme. He entered the field and set to work with energy, keeping in the background, as he usually does in his large projects. He put to work agents in Boston, Philadelphia, New York and Tallahassee in whom he had full confi? dence, aud suggested the plans which have been so successful. The other par? ties left no stone uuturned to get posses? sion of the property, but they were out generated at every point by Mr. Disston's lieutenants. The fight was a trr * inter? esting one, as many as four ageo?. of the New~York syndicate being kept in Flor? ida, New York and this city. "During the recent visit of Governor Bloxham to Philadelphia the details of the purchase were arranged, the Governor having full power to act for the Board of Internal Improvement, of which be is President. But still the unsuccessful parties were unwilling to give up the prize, aud during the present week used strenuous efforts to defeat Mr. Disston, visiting Tallahassee with a very large sum of money for that purpose. The contract, however, has been fully execu? ted and the young Philadelphia manu? facturer is now the possessor of the largest landed domain in the world. The tract is situated North of Lake Okeechobee, and is nearly all below the frost line. "It is Mr. Disston's intention to at once begin an emigration scheme which will result in a yery large addition to the population of Florida. To this end he has already established agencies in sev? eral places in this country, and will at once organize emigration bureaux in England, Scotland, France, Germany, Holland and Italy. Competent agents will be stationed in the proper cities in these countries to induce emigration and will convey the emigrants direct to Florida in steamers chartered for the purpose. A broad and liberal policy will be pursued, the object being to pop? ulate the country as soon as possible, and unusual opportunities will be affor? ded settlers and emigrants. The lands in question are very rich, having been selected from among the most valuable in the State. Rice, sugar, jute, indigo, cotton, tobacco, and all tropical and semi-tropical fruits can be raised on them with very little expense and in great profusion." WHAT Brought Him.?I was sitting one Sabbath morning, with a newspaper in one hand, feeling really miserable. My wife and ray eldest boy had gone to church. I heard the other children talking,and the question fell upon my ear, "Horace, when you are a man, which will you do?go to church like mamma does, or stay at home always and read the newspaper?" "I," said Horace, eight years old, with great emphasis on the I, "shall do neither. I shall not go to church, and I shall not sit about at home. I shall have a big horse; and Jamie Lincoln and I will go a ride, and go right away and have lots of fun." That child's words set me thinking. I saw my own boy in company with others of the loosest and most unprincipled of men, and perhaps women, spending his time in a way-which would break his mother's heart, I thought of ray white-haired old father and my placid, amiable mother both gone; saw them quietly walking side by side to church in the old country town, and us children following. I could not sit another five minutes. Up I rose, and, putting on hat and coat, went to the church, and slipped into a pew in the rear, and heard the sermon, or tried to hear it, for that boy's speech bad taken possession of ray soul, and had filled it. My wife was astonished to see me waiting for her at the church door. "I thought I would come and meet you," was all I said.?Congregaiionalist. Constant Employment.?The man j who is obliged to be constantly employed to earn the necessaries of life and support j his family, knows not the unhappiness he prays for when he desires wealth and idleness. To be constantly busy is to be always happy. Persons who have sud? denly acquired wealth, broken up their active pursuits, and begun to live at their ease, waste away and die in a very short time. Thousands would have been bless? ings to the ;vorld, aud added to the com? mon stock of happiness, if they had been content to remain in an humble sphere, and earned every mouthful of food that nourished their bodies. But no; fashiou and wealth took possession of them, and they were completely ruined. They ran away from peace and pleasure, and em? braced a lingering death. Ye who are sighing for the pomp and splendor of life, beware 1 Ye know not what ye wish. No situation, however exalted; no wealth, however magnificent; no honors, however glorious, can yield you solid enjoyment while discontent lurks in your bosom. The secret of happiness lies in this?to be always contented with your lot, aud never sigh for the splendor of riches, or the magnificence of fashion and power. Persons who are always busy, and go cheerfully to their daily tasks, are the least disturbed by the fluc? tuations of busiues?, and at night sleep with perfect composure. ? What is the greatest of all conun? drums? Life?because wc must all give it ip. KEENL S CUFFS. How He Gave Himself Clean Away to a Washer Woman. "The fact is," said Jim Kcctie, the great New York rival to Jay Gould, as he relaxed his usual taciturnity under the genial influence of one of Sam Ward's dinners the other day, "the fact is, that no matter how clever aud thor? ough a man's system of stock operating may be, there is always occurring some little unforeseen and apparently insig? nificant circumstance that is forever knocking the best laid plans into a cocked hat." "As how V "Well, for instance, about a year ago I was doing a good deal in Lake Shore, and counted on making a big clean-up.' I discovered, however, that there was some bidden influence in the market that was always against me. It didn't exact? ly defeat my plans, but it lessened the profits. I soon saw that there was some operator who was kept informed as to my movements in time to make me pay for bis knowledge." "Broker gave you away?" said sev? eral. "NoC at all. I never gave an order in advance, and besides I used as now half a dozen bakers, and also gave 'cross' and 'dum' jy' orders in plenty. One day while I was standing at the window of my uptown place, cogitating over this state of affairs, an elegant private coupe drove past, and stopped just around the corner from my office. It contained a richly dressed lady and a ragged looking girl. The latter got out, raug my base? ment bell and was admitted. I sent for my man servant and inquired who the girl might be. "She comes for the wash, sir," he said. "Does she generally come in a coupe ?" I inquired. "Why, no, sir,' said my man, very much surprised; 'her mother, the washerwo? man is very poor.' "Just then my own carriage drove round for me, and just as it passed the other I could see the lady eagerly sort? ing the soiled clothes in the coupe in her lap. This excited my curiosity, so I ! had my driver to follow along behind. Pretty soon the coupe stopped, and the dirty little girl got out with the bundle and went into a brown stone front on Twenty-ninth street. The coupe then kept straight on down to Wall street and stopped in front of a broker's office, where the lady alighted with my entire lot of soiled shirt cuffs in her hand." "Shirt cuffs?" cried the entire com? pany. "Exactly; shirt cuffs. I saw through it in a moment. You see, I am?or rather was?a great hand while at din? ner, or at the theatre in the evening, to think over my plans for the next day, and to make memorandums on my cuffs to consult before starting down town in the morning. My washerwoman had found this out, and had been quietly 'copper? ing' my game by meatiB of my cuffs for over a year." "Well, by Jove!" said Sam Ward, pausing for a single instant in the sacred mystery of salad dressing. "It's the cold fact," continued Keene. "In less than eight months she cleaned up over $600,000, and was washing my clothes ?at least the cuffs?in an $80,000 house. She had diamonds and horses until you couldn't rest." "You didn't make any more cuff mems. after that?" laughed several. "Well, not many?just a few," said the great operator, holding his Burgundy up to the light. "I believe I kept it up about a month longer, at the end of which time I had raked in the washer? woman's bank account, and even had a mortgage on the brown stone house. It was a queer coincidence, wasn't it ? But perhaps the information she found on the cuffs after that wasn't as exact as it had been, somehow, nor as reliable." And the "King of the Street" emptied his glass with an indescribable wink that made Beach, who was short on Harlem, shiver like a cat who had just swallowed a live mouse.?San Francisco Post. To Get Rid of Cockroaches.?A correspondent writes as follows: "I beg to forward you an easy, clean and certain method of eradicating these loathsome insects from dwelling bouses. A few years ago my house was infested with cockroaches (or clocks, as they are called here,) and I was recommended to try cucumber peelings as a remedy. I ac? cordingly immediately before bed time, strewed the floor of those parts of the house most infested with the vermin with the green peel cut not very thin from the cucumber, and sat up half an hour later than usual to watch the effect. Before the expiration of the time, the floor where the peel lay was completely covered with cockroaches, so much so that the vegetable could not be seen, so voraciously were they engaged in suck? ing the poisonous moisture from it. I adopted the same, plan the following night but my visitors were not so numer? ous?I should think not more than a fourth of the previous night. On the third night I did not discover one; but anxious to ascertain whether the house was quite clear of them, I examined the peel after I had laid it down about half au hour, and perceived that it was cov? ered with myriads of minute cockroaches, about the size of a flea. I therefore al? lowed the peel to lie till morning, and from that moment 1 have not seen a cockroach in the house. It is a very old building; and I can assure you the above remedy only requires to be persevered in for three or four nights to completely eradicate the pest. Of course it should be fresh cucumber peel every night." Richmond Negroes Excited.?A special dispatch from Richmond, Va., says : "The negroes in this city are greatly excited to-day by the announcement of the possible fatal illness of the Rev. John Jasper, tho negro preacher, who was made famous two years ago by preach? ing a scrmou in which he argued that the sun, and not the earth, moves. A large number of the more illiterate ne? groes have looked upon Jasper as a sort of prophet, and regarded him with su? perstitious awe. He is pastor of Mount Zion church, in the outskirts of the city, and has the largest congregation of any preacher in the South, and one of the [ largest in the United States, it number- j iug about four thousand. He has re- j peated his sermon on the rotation of the \ sun a hundred times. He is modest and j quiet, and has great influence with the j members of his congregation. On Sun day last a colored man named Garland, j in a tit of religious frenzy, termed by the j colored people 'getting religion,' went to j the church and lay down in the doorway. The building was full. Garland said he i had come to get John Jasper to baptize him at once. The ciders told him that Jasper was sick. 'Then,' shouted Gar? land, 'I know John Jasper is the living God, and if you will let him lay his hands on somebody and let them baptize me I can be saved.' Jasper is about (55 years of age. The street near his house has been thronged all day by anxious inquirers." The Art of Fruit Canning. Time for canning fruit is close at hand. Hints upon this important household operation are therefore seasonable. Good canned fruit is a stranger to tables of j thousands of farmers when it might as j easily be used. Fruit is often left to jj waste and spoil, though a slight expen-* j diture would preserve it for winter. If1; ! they can bo had, berries are among the ; J uicest of canned fruits. Peaches, apples, | I apricots, plums, and, indeed, all eatable ;" fruits, are worth canning. Dried fruits^ j can never wholly 'take the place of I canned fruit for family use. Glass jars are preferred by most per* j sous, and are cheapest in the end. with care they can be used many years, though new rubber bauds must be procured when needed. In canning, sugar should certainly be used, and it should be of the granulated white grades, as poor sugar hurts the flavor of the fruit. The rule is to put one-quarter of a pound of sugar with one pound of fruit, but this quan? tity may be doubled if the fruit be unu- j sually acid. Some persons think that fruit is good when canned without sugar, but in that case it looses color and firm? ness. The fruit used for canning is to be of the best quality, and as freshly picked as possible. Well-ripened fruit, not, how? ever, deadripe ana soft, is in every wayv preferable. In fact, a cannery should be really located near the orchards, for there is a manifest deterioration in the quality of the fruit between the time it is picked and the time it is ready for the cans. Coarse-grained market varieties seldom can so well as the more highly flavored kinds. When the fruit has been peeled and pitted, place it in the preserving kettle, and properly cook ; while it is still boil- j ing hot the cans are to be filled full, to j the very brim, the elastic put on, the jat*J? wiped, aud the top screwed down atonce* v and tightened several times afterwards, m As a writer ou the subject said recently, r ^ "Good fruit put boiling hot into tr?e _ feet cans, filled full, and sealed up" once, will be fresh and pure when openeij though years later." Simply pourit boiling water over fruit does not suf ciently expel the air. Partly filled fruj jars will spoil. Canned berries are to be put in a prj serving kettle, with layers of sugar, as boiled for from five to fifteen miuute The syrup can be bottled up, some of j for other uses. Some persons prefer cook berries in the jars in which they j to be canned. In this case the jars, filhj with fruit, are set in a wash-boiler, wooden slats, so as not to touch the be torn. Cold water is poured^wKOtfPH comes close to the rims oTthe jars^ and heated until the fruit is well co<ced, when the fruit in one jar is used tlfill the others, and they are sealed and .jit away. We may add that glass jars fruit should be put in a dry, dark aril cool place, where the temperature equable throughout the season. Ax Amusing Mistake.?A few days - ago Senator Conger, of Michigan, called ? at the house of Mr. Blaine after business hours, expectiug to find him at home. Mr. Blaine, however, had been detained at the State Department. Mr. Conger requested that the telephone be used to ascertain when the secretary would get home. The servant, who misunderstood Mr. Conger when he gave bis name, went to the telephone, signaled the State De? partment, and gravely informed Mr. Blaine that Mr. Conkling was at his bouse, very desirous to see him, and would like to know when he would be borne. Mr. Blaine was thunderstruck. He knit his brows, ran bis hand through the remnants of his hair, and requested that the name of the gentleman who wanted to see him should be repeated. "Conkling," came back again through the telephone. "Conkling," repeated the secretary, soto voce, "what can he mean?" and still doubting, tbe sugges? tion was made that there must be some mistake. Mr. Conger was then appealed to to know if he had not said bis name was Conkliug, and he then pronounced it intelligibly enough to be understood by the able domestic, who sent it this time all right through the telephone, and Mr. Blaine was relieved of any fear&4i?, had as to the presence of his arch enemy in bis household. Healing ov Wounds in Horses or Cows.?To produce healing of a wound in a horse or cow, some stimulant is nearly always required. This may bo common spirits of turpentine or the compound tincture of benzoin or that of myrrh and aloes. Either of these may be applied with a feather once a day, or if the wound is deep, the stimulant should be injected to the bottom with a common squirt can, or a syringe.? Wounds always heal from the bottom, and to secure this the opening should be kept free, by means of a plug of lint dip? ped in tbe stimulant used. Lint may be made by scrapping a piece of linen cloth such as a towel, with a knife and collect? ing the loose fibers. Linen only should be used, and never cotton or wool for this purpose. If pus is enclosed in a wound and the opening is permitted to close, an abscess will be formed, or the pus will be absorbed, with some future ill effect. In the case of deep punctured wounds careful search should be made for the possible presence of splinters or other foreign bodies and to enlargo the opening will often facilitate the search or assist in the ultimate healing. Long Courtship.?Beyond a certain point there is no progress in courtship. When the parties to the affair have ar? rived at the conviction that tbey were "made for each other," and cannot be happy apart, the sooner they become "one and inseparable" the better. An? tenuptial affection is as mobile as quick? silver, and when it has reached its highest point, the safest policy is to merge it into matrimonial bliss. Otherwise, it may retrograde. Very long courtships often end in a backout on one side or the other ?the retiriug party being iu most cases "inconstant man." And we would hint to that unreliable being that he has no right to dangle after an estimable wo? man for years without any fixed inten? tion of marrying her. The best thing a lady can do under such circumstances is to bring matters to a focus, by asking the poiut-no point gentleman xchat he means, and when ? She can either do that or dismiss him altogether. Perhaps the latter plan would be the better one; for a man who is slow to matrimony is gen? erally slow in all the concerns of life. ? One of tho speakers at the Woavor banquet alluded to tho Greenback as a growing party. It cast three-quarters of a million votes in 187s and one-quarter of a million in 1880. That is gr >\viug small by degrees and beautifully less. ? Another Tichbomc claimant has j turned up. He appears at San Francisco j and tells so straight a story that tho ? Duke of Sutherland and Dr. Russell are inclined to think he may be the genuine I heir to the estates which Arthur Orton I tried to secure. Whether he be genuine I or not, ho can, if ho likes, give the Eu ; glish public tho entertainment of a sen i satlonal trial, with the risk, however, of following his predecessor to prison.