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~$Y E; B\ MtJBKAY & CO. ANDERSON, S. C, THURSDAY MORNING, JUNE Ii, 1889. VOLUME XX.?NO. 48. WILHITES ARCTIC SODA WATER BETTER THAN EVER! Twenty*Five Tickets For #1.00. When you come to the City, and wish a good, cooling, refreshing glass of Soda, Vichy or Congress Water, go to WILHITE $i WILHITE And call for Soda Water with "Bed Orange Syrup." Beats the world. Strawberry, Raspberry, Fine Apple, Banana, Sarsaparilla, Vanilla, Orgeat. True to name, and of best quality. 25 TICKETS FOR SI.00 Good for either Soda, Vichy or Congress Water. Congress Water relieves Headache and Dyspepsia, and is one of the best mineral waters sold. THE CELEBRATED NEW ORLEANS MEAD SYRUP, The best Syrup in the City. Call for it at WILHITE & WILHITE. May 14, 1885 44 " Go Tell all the People for Miles Around!" -THAT-, JOHN M. HUBBARD * BRO ARE PREPARED TO SELL MORE JEWELRY, MORE WATCHES, MORE SILVERWARE, MORE CLOCKS, &C., A3T PRICES MORE TO YOUR NOTION, THAN EVER BEFORE. ?ST- EVERYTHING in the shape of a Watch, Clock or Jewelry thoroughly repaired. Feb 5,1886 80_ WE BOW To our Friends and Customers who have so liberally patronized us in tfye past., Wajdesire to return thanks, and offer our usual Spring and Summer Greeting! WE ARE PREPARED TO OFFER BARGAINS IN ALL KINDS GENERAL MERCHANDISE. PLANTATION SUPPLIES -AND FARMING IMPLEMENTS. WE ARE AGENTS FOR Daniel Pratt Gin Co.'s Gins, Feeders and Condensers. Barbour Machine Co.'s Cotton Seed and Grain Crusher. Empire Threshers, Engines and Saw Mills. Champion* Reapers, Mowers and Binders?the world-renowned Harvesting Ma? chines, which have been sold and used in Anderson and adjoining Counties fur the past ten years, and for durability and economy thore is none to compare with the Champion. ~ -We wonld also mention the Count's Home-made 7-Fingered Grain Cradle?a South Carolin? production?of which we sold during the Beason of 1884 several dozen by way of introduction, and have made arrangements to furnish them this season again to all who may desire a good home-made Cradle. Our "White Hickory" one and two-horse Wagons are well known throughout this country, and speak their own praise. The Thomas Smoothing Harrow and Perfected Pulverizer is an implement that should be on every farm. They can be used fur cultivating crops of Corn and Cotton, as well as in the preparation of the land for planting and sowing. Call and see them. The "Wiion ? Patent Heel Sweep is growing in favor every day. Invented and manufactured in Georgia. Used and recommended by the late J. C. Furman, the great I intensive farmer of Georgia. The blades being adjustable and easily changed, make it a cheap and desirable Sweep. We are taking orders for future delivery, and would ask you to call and examine it We also sell the Mishawaka Sulky and Walking Turn Plows in all sizes, The best Chewing Tobacco in tlie market, made by S. W- Venable, of Petersburg, Va., embracing the celebrated brands of "Blue Jeans," "Rapidan," "True Blue" and "Florimel." A trial asked?a good chew guaranteed. Other makes and grades also on hand. McCULLY, CATHCART & CO. Andereon, S. C, April 30, 1885 FISHING TACKLE, HOOKS arid LINES OF ALL KINDS A.X SIMPSON, REID & CO.'S DRUG STORE, Waverly House Corner, Anderson, S. C. Apia 22,1883 ? ANDERSONVILLE. An oiii Town?Bemlniseencea of tho Past? Bad Guus. ?c.i Itarlwe?, Gu-, Sun. The Sunday School picnic was post? poned three times, and therefore when the last appointment (Saturday) dawned cloudy and threatening rain, big, little, old and young seemed determined to go anyhow, rain or 3hine, so early in the morning the caravan of picknickers began to wend its way toward Andersonville, S. C, distant nine miles. Mr. Robert Stephebson and ourself "went in togeth? er*' and procured a conveyance' for our families?a two-horse wagon, which was amply sufficient, there being only four? teen of us all told. As we got one horse at one place, the other at a second place, the wagon at a third, and the harness at a fourth it was rather late before wc got ready to start, and we did not arrive at the scene of action until everybody else had got there, including Eli. When we crossed the ferry we found a gay crowd of probably 300. What were they doing ? Well?oh, you've been to a picnic, hav? en't you? They were boating in the river, roaming about aimlessly, fishing, courting, listening to the band play, playing in the branch, and waiting for dinner. And ere long the baskets were taken to the island and the hungry crowd began to play havoc with their contents. Before dinner was quite over a heavy shower of rain came and much of the dainty food was spoilt. However no one went away hungry, and the shower was only laughed at for its breach of good manners in approaching the feast without an invitation. Andersonville is the most attractive place we have seen for a picnirj?in dry weather; but on this occasion there .vas rather much wetness and it cast a damper upon the spirits of tho crowd, as it was simply impossible for them to wander over the hills and valleys, gather the flowers wild, and obtain a fair view of the picturesque spot in its entirety, and our people will never be satisfied until they try it over again on some more auspicious day. it was a pity, too, when we think of the pains and expense the good people of Andersonville had put themselves to in arranging for the picnic. Under the superintendence of Miss Fannie Earle, a noble Christian lady, they had cleared off the undergrowth on the island, placed beautiful rustic seats made of birch under the shade trees, built a bridge to the mainland, and ar? ranged everything for the comfort and pleasure of the visitors. The Georgians were quick to perceive these evidences of Carolina hospitality, and one of onr en? thusiastic friends clapped us on the shoulder and asked : "John, ain't you glad you were born in South Carolina?" To which we replied: "Yes?and live in Georgia." The clouds becoming more threaten? ing, it was not long before the crowd began to disperse for their homes. Andersonville is one of the oldest towns in upper Carolina, and we would be glad if we could give our readers a sketch of its early settlement, rise and fall, for it was once a place of no incon? siderable commercial importance. To Hon. John B. Benson we are indebted for the few historical facts that we are enabled to give. Mr. James Harrison, father of the late Frank Harrison, whose daughter was married to Mr. Preston Earle, the present owner of the place, did business there for fifty years, and ran a store, iron and wood shops, tanyard, merchant mills, and two ferries. He made a large fortune although he had bis fine dwelling, mills and other machinery destryed by fire, and again had his mills and other machinery washed away by the great May freshet. Mr. Harrison married the sister of Mr. Sam? uel Earle, the father of the excellent pastor of the Hartwell Baptist Church, Rev. J. R. Earle. Mr. Harrison inher? ited a large body of land lying between the Tugalo and Seneca Rivers, including Andersonville, and Mr. Samuel Earle the fine and valuable property known as Evergreen about twelve miles from Hart well, where he had extensive machinery and a large'store. He also made a large fortune. Andersonville was in early days a land office, with a large number of stores and business houses, and was in? corporated about the year 1792, and was in full blast in the days of Vienna and Petersburg, lower down on the Savannah. It was quite an important place, as a great many boats were loaded here for Hamburg, and afterwards Augusta. Mr. James Harrison was a man of great ener? gy and ability, and his business extend? ed many miles above and westward. He bought as high as 600 bales of cottou in the seed and ground 20,000 bushels of wheat per year, which was a big thing for those days. Hon. John C. Calhoun visited this place for the purpose of con? sulting the best pilots oh the river with a view of having the Savannah opened for slack water navigation. During the war of 1812 Mr. Elias Earle, father in law of James Harrison, got a contract from the government to make muskets, and procuring 32 machinists from Har? pers Ferry, Va., established an armory at Andersonville,-hut the iron ore did not suit for the business, as the guns would burst and were more dangerous to the shooter than to the shootee. At one time tho town boasted a hotel with thirty or forty rooms. Mr. BenBon says that when a young fellow he went from Pendleton to Andersonville to fish with Frauk Harrison and there were many old stores and other houses there, among tbem the dwelling of Mr. Rusk, an old stone mason, who was the father of the great Rusk of Texas, for whom Rusk County in that State was named, the friend of Augustus Maverick and Bonhara, of Peudleton, S. C, and Davy Crockett. Every school boy has read of Crockett's and Bonbam's death with tbe pile of dead Mexicans around them slain with their bowie knives at the Alamo. Now not a stick of one of those old houses re? main at Andersonville. Mr. Benson says that when bus old friend Waddy Thompson was Envoy Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary of the United States at Mexico, when in the city of the Montezumas, he wrote Maverick, who was Iben confined in the castle of Perote, that if he would say that he was in favor of a reannexation he had no doubt San? ta Anna would release him. Maverick replied: "You gay that you think Santa Anna will release me if 1 say that I am in favor of the reannexation of Texas to Mexico. I cannot persuade myself that such an annexation, on any terms, would be advantageous to Texas, and I there? fore cannot say so, for I regard a lie as a crime, and one which I cannot commit even to secure nv release; I must there? fore continue to ./ear my chains, galling as they are." But, leaving the Mexican band to furn? ish music for the New Orleans Exposi? tion, let us return to Andersonville. The views along the rivers are beautiful, especially from Mr. Earle's house and at a point just above on the Tugalo known aa "Longview." The plnce has remained in the Harrison family until Col. F. E. j Harrison died, when it was sold for par- ! tition and the homestead was purchased by Mr. E. P. Earle, his eon-in-law, who is the present owner. The modern town I is comparatively small. There is but' one Blore and only a few- families live here. Mr. Earle has the finest flouring and griet mills in ths country w.ith ample Water power to run a large factory on the Beaverdam creek, which enters the Tugalo here. One of the oldest settlers here was Mr. Samuel Bobo, grandfather of our townsman, Mr. S. M. Bobo. His house still stands and is in good condi? tion yet. It was built of hewn logs, and located on the west bank of the Tugalo a short distance above the old town. The view from this place is one of the most beautiful in the State of Georgia. We e?nuot. conclude Ihis rambling article without alluding to Mr. John Jones, the gentlemanly ferryman, who kept the ferryboat running all day with? out charge, and it was hard work, too. He deserves a gold medal at the hands of the picnickers. He Missed the Train? "I had a strange experience in your city one night about a week ago," said Mr. Thomas J. Hurley of Baltimore, as he stood in the Girard House, Philadel? phia, the other night, talking with two newspaper men. The "Colonel," as he is generally called, is au excellent racon? teur, fie served witb a famous NeW York cavalry regiment during the civil war, engineered one or two big financial schemes in Europe, did considerable government and telegraph surveying on the plains and New Mexico, and is now Secretary and Treasurer of a malt whis? key company. On being pressed to tell his story, he lit a fresh cigar, and said: ul had missed the 6 o'clock p. m. train for Baltimore, and had, therefore, a fett hours to spare. Strolling along a certain street I saw a number of people entering a large building, and I decided on fol? lowing them. Just as I passed through the inner door a grave-looking gentleman standing by said, extending his band: 'Colonel, I am glad to see you. Come right along.' I followed him, mounted a platform which was filled with ladies and gentlemen, and took the seat offered me amid loud applause, the Chairman stepping over to Where I sat, grasping me by the hand, and bidding me wel? come. The proceedings opened with prAyer, and of course I felt perfectly at home, but when the speaker began to launch out against all whiskey dealers I realized for the first time that I had got into a temperance meeting. Then the Chairman made a few remarks, and wound up by saying that Colonel-, who was with them, was obliged to catch a train, but that he would address them briefly, and give some startling facts as to the evils of intemperance. I can't tell you how I felt, boys. I have made some political and after dinner speeches, but here was something I had not. calcu? lated on, and I felt like saying with the poet : Oh ! what a tangled web we weave When first we practice to deceive. "I had to say something, however, and so after a drink of 'Sckuylkill water* from the glass before me I began to di? late on the horrors of drunkenness. Then 1 told a couple of stories?John B. Gough chestnuts?that made the audi? ence laugh, and wound up by saying that intemperance was caused more by the fact that people drank bad liquor than that they drank at all, and that as many physicians and heads of families believe that stimulants are necessary in sickness, they ought to prescribe a medical whis? key instead of giving vile stuff which masquerades as whiskey. Then I sat down. There was silence; you could have heard a cork drawn; I had given them more whiskey than they were used to, and the Chairman said : 'That was a remarkable ending to your speech, Colonel} one would almost think you were in the whiskey business.' I admit? ted the soft impeachment, told him who I was, and how the mistake occurred. Well, I could see a storm brewing, and began to think there would be a Bret Harte society on the Stanislaus scene, with myself as chief actor. So I seized my hat, got down from the platform, made post haste for the door, and in hur? rying down stairs met the veritable Col? onel, my doeppelganger, as the Germans would call him, coming up. He was certainly like me?the same build and complexion, same color of eyes, and wore his hair short, as I do. If I had been a minute later there whould have beeua revised version of "Olivette." I finally got out alive, but have received letters from a few of the audience tell? ing me it was mean to do such a thing. But, boys, the chances for the 'ad' I could not afford to lose, and therefore took the chances.?Philadelphia Times. Great Revival in Atlanta. Atlanta, May 31.?Atlanta has been swept by a wave of religious excitement which promises to eclipse anything of the kind ever known in the South. It had its rise in the meeting of the Na? tional Convention of the Young Men's Christian Association. The sessions of that body were attended by all the mag? nates of business and fashion of the city. They were welcomed by Chief Justice Jackson, and a prominent post on the stage was held by Governor McDaniel. At the call of the convention the Gov? ernor was prevailed upon to stand up, that the people might look upon the face of a Christian in office. The proposition to build a $75,000 house was made, which was afterwards taken up in secular circles, and to-day the cash subscriptions have swelled up to $73,000. While this excitement was up the Methodists in? duced the Rev. Dr. Munhall, of Missou? ri, to remain over and conduct a series of meetings. As by wild-fire the zeal spread, and the social circles of Peach tree, hitherto engaged in progressive euchre ami the germau, began to quote Bible texts, and one after another the announcements of the conversion of no? ted men added fuel to the flames. Go where you will there is nothing talked of but the soul's salvation. A large cotton warehouse, which last year was devoted to walking matches, was rented for tho summer. It covers an acre of ground. Into this warehouse 4,000 chairs have been placed, with standiug capacity for 4,000 more. The first of the go3pcI meetings was held at 3 p. m. to day, for men only. It was at? tended by 0,000 persons, and to night it is filled with over 8,000 persons. Prom? inent among those working there are Gov. McDaniel, Mayor Hillyer, tho Hon. E. P. Howell, Henry W. Grady, Presi? dent of the Southern Base Ball League, and hundreds of the first business men of Atlanta. Moody has been engaged to con? duct these meetings for thesummer, and it is believed that he will preach his first ser? mon next Sunday. Mr. Willis, the great singer of Milwaukee, has been engaged for the season, and was on deck to day. Many of the men engaged in this work took part in the organization of the At? lanta Club, which has already purchased the James mansiou, and is one of the most comfortably housed :lubs iu the country. Several members have sent in their resignations, and others are medi? tating the same step. ? In Dakota on a frosty day a conver? sation can be carried on with perfect ease between persons a mile apart. An Atlanta Sensation, t Atlanta, Ga., June 2.?The myste? rious m?rder of pretty Jennie Rose, which baffled detective skill, is explained at last. One year ago there lived in the eastern part of the city a careless young fellow named Charley Rose, his wife Jennie, and his cousin, Nancy Frazer. Rose was one of the yard masters of the Air Line l'oad, and ?b such was necessa? rily absent a great deal at night. It was to keep bis wife company that he brought bis cousin from Gwinnett. There was a blue-eyed girl named Clara Suggs living dear, .who, the Wifp suspected, occupied a tender place in Charley's heart. At 12 o'clock on a dark and blustering night about a year ago a muffled shot was heard by a passer-by at the home of Charley Rose. Later a white figure emerged, and running silently to the house of Mrs, Rome's father, Nancy Frazer called him wit? the excT?mation i ''My God 1 Jen? nie has been shot dead I Come quick 1" Inside of ten minutes there a ere 500 people around the vineclad house, every one being there who should be except the one most wanted, the husband. He was hurriedly sent for and he came. In the house were two connecting bed? rooms, the one next the street being oc? cupied by Miss Frazer, the inner o?e by the young wire. Miss Frazer's story was that she fell asleep, leaving the lamp burning on the mantel and beside it a pistol, which she kept loaded. She heard a muffled report, a groan, and "Oh, ray God 1" from the bedroom of Jennie. Opening her eyes the room was dark, but she observed the stealthy figure of a man crouching towards the window, through which he jumped and escaped. Lighting the lamp again, she. observed that the pistol was gone. Going into the room of Mrs. Rose, the latter was found dead as she had slept, a bullet-hole through her brain, having traversed from the right eye to the back of the head. Upon the floor was the pistol which had been removed from the man? tel. Recovering from the stupor into which the Bight had thrown her, she gave the alarm. The theory was that the murder was the work of a burglar, who, detected in the midst of his work, shot the woman to effect his escape. The women of the city were in absolute terror of their lives. The detectives meanwhile were at work. Below the window through which the murderer had escaped were the tracks of two persons, a man and a woman. The tracks led to the house of Clara Suggs, but before they reached there had been obliterated by "the heavy rains of the morning. Then suspicion began to point to the husband, and the story of his loves became known. Not only was it probable that be and Clara had confederated to put the wife out of the way, but there existed another theory contradictory to this, but equally ttart ling. It was that the murder might have been committed by Nancy Frazer, whose pistol it was which propelled the fatal bullet. For two weeks' the coroner strug? gled with the case. Clara and Nancy were taken into custody. The husband was closely watched. The dead woman's body was exhumed twice to furnish further proof. Circumstantial evidence against the husband was damaging, but he proved an alibi, which it was impos? sible at that time to overcome. He was released and sought the freedom of the wild West. The women were set at lib? erty also. Still the belief was strorjg that Charley Rose was the murderer, and that one or the other of the women was his confederate. Four months later Miss Frazer, who had kept closely secluded, became sick and strangers were denied admission to her room. She died and a baby was left, of which Charley Rose was the father. It had a horrible birth mark. There was no right eye, but instead a hole, which was a perfect reproduction of the wound which caused poor Jennie's death. And now comes the last chapter in this tragedy, which fastens the mur? der upon Rose. Miss Clara Suggs returned to her old home in Gainesville, where she commit? ted suicide yesterday. Stung by remorse, she contracted the opium habit. She has been living for some time quietly in the same house with Ella Teasdale. She attracted some attention by joining the Methodist Church during the revival two weeks ago. The following is the story of her death, as told by her companion, Ella Teasdale. She said that Clara went to church Monday night and when she came out was joined by Jack Mor? gan. . They were out ali night together and came home about daylight. After reaching home they went to the well and got water. Then Morgan went away, she accompauying him a short distance up the street, and then returned and went to bed with Ella. After a while Ella got up and went about her work. She suddenly noticed that Clara was breathing deeply, but knew she took opium sometimes, and paid no attention to it until she began to grow purple in the face. She sent for Dr. Parsons. When he arrived Clara was in a coma? tose condition, with two or three respira? tions per minute. She died about 2.30 o'clock in the afternoon. Several per? sons were present whcu the girl breathed her last. Chief of Police Tom Hance is in possession of the photographs of Rose, and several letters of recent date writ? ten by him, in which he repeatedly says that he loved her better than his own life and could not live apart from her. She seems to have been contemplating suicide for some time, as will be seen from the following letter: April 25, 1885.?This is my own fault, for I came here to drown myself and I am going to fulfill my word. Itis on account of my own doings, for I have done wrong and I want to show the young girls what it will bring them to if they don't repent and do better. I have a dear friend in Atlanta that is much dear? er to me than my own life and I am go? ing to die that he may live. His initials are C. R., but his name no one will ever know from me. 7 hope my mamma and dear sisters will not grieve over me and my dear friends. I hope they will take warning from this and never listen to false lovers, for if you do it will bring you to your grave. If any girl ever loves a man as I do C. R. she will die for bis sake. So good-bye to ray dear friends. Clara Suggs. Farewell to my mother and to my mother's friends, and to my loving Charley, God made him a man. I freely would forgive him, al? though he would not me. Ten thousand Times over my follies I see. Clara Suggs. Thus there exists in the death of Miss Frazer the proof of the illicit relations of Rose with her, and in letters to Miss Suggs the proof that they were lovers. In addition to this, the police have the full confession of Clara Suggs, which was made just before her death, in which she says that the murder of Mrs. Rose was perpetrated by herself, Mi8s Frazer and Charley Rose. She said that she and Miss Frazer each expected to be his wife, but did not know Rose was false till later. ? Idle bread is the most dangerous of all that is eaten. A Story of Gens. Nathaniel Iron and j R. H. Anderson. The following, which we have never seen i;i print, gives an account of an in? teresting, incident in the early life of Gen. R. H. Anderson of Surafer CoUnty; South Carolina, who died some years ago. This item will possibly be news to many of his old friends: Upon one occasion Captain Anderson, of the ffecond Dragoons, afterward a Lieu ten a tit-General in the Confederate service, gave a dinner prtrty, at which were present several of the officers of the garrison as well as the members of a general court-martial that was then in session at the post. Captain Lyon and myself Were afriong the number. Although Captain Anderson was a citizen of South Carolina, and his host, Lyon plunged as soon as he could get the opportunity into a harangue against the South and its peculiar institution, > in which he used all the power of invective that he possessed in so great a degree. Among the guests were General Mans? field, killed at Antietam; General Ram? sey, Chief of Ordinance during the war; Col. C. F. Smith, who, if he had lived, would certainly have given a good ac? count of himself on the side of the Union, and General Casey, who so highly dis? tinguished himself at the battle of Fair Oaks. All of these were Northern men who had no liking for slavery, but they were all dumbfounded at the violence of Lyon's attack. As for the Southerners, they looked indignant, of course, all but the host, Captain Anderson, who sat at the head of his table smiling serenely at Lyon's abuse, and by occasionally addressing a word or two to those nearest to him/ trying to make the occasion pass as pleasantly as wa? possible under the circumstances. But that evening, while several of us, including Captain Lyon, were sitting in Major Merrill's quarters, Anderson entered the room. He looked around him, and his eyes at once lighted on the mar, of whom he was evidently in search, and whom he bad not found in his own quarters. "Captain Lyon," he said, approaching his antagonist, "you took occasion to-day, when I from my position was helpless to repel your insults, to commit an outrage, for which I am now going to puuish you. I do not mean to heap personal abuse on you, for ever one here present knows what I think of you, and that kind of retaliation would do very little harm ; I am going to thrash you." He took astep toward Lyon, who, hear? ing this speech, had remained quietly in his chair glaring at his adversary, and evidently worked up to the point of doing mischief. As Anderson came nearer, Lyon, still without moving a limb, said, with as much composure as he could command : "Captain Anderson, if you come astep nearer I'll kill you." Instantly several of us rushed between the two, and Anderson, without a word further, withdrew. About an hour afterwards I was roused from bed by some one at the door, and on going down stairs found Captain Ly? on. I at once suspected what had hap? pened, but I was not allowed to remain long in a state of uncertainty. "Ander? son has challenged me," he said, "You will have to accept," I answered. "No, I shall not accept; I have con? scientious scruples against dueling, and besides, it is contrary to law, and I am a law-abiding man." "Then you will be sent to Coventry without delay. You have grossly insult? ed Anderson in his own house, and you must give him satisfaction, or you will be run out of the army." "I don't care; I am willing to endure persecution for the sake of my convic? tions. I shall not fight him. If he attacks me, I shall kill him as I would a dog." I argued the matter with him I was many years younger than I am now? and the result was that he finally con? sented to meet Anderson, provided I would act as his second, and that the duel should take place with pistols across a table. I remonstrated with him on this latter point, and told him that I was quite sure Major Sibley, Anderson's second, would peremptorily refuse to allow his principal to fight after such a murderous fashion. He was firm, however, so I had a confer? ence early the following morning with Major Sibley, and, as I had expected, Lyon's terms were regarded by him as altogether outside the pale of the laws of dueling, and as being barbarous, murder? ous, unusual, and ungentlemanly. There was nothing left for Anderson to do but to horsewhip Lyon or inflict some other gross indignity on him, and this he would certainly have attempted but for the fact that Sibley and I got him and Lyon to agree that the matter should be referred to a council of officers whose decision should be binding. This body, after due deliberation, decided that Cap? tain Lyon had been guilty of a grave offence, and that he should apologize to Captain Anderson in the presence of every officer of the post. This was a bitter dose for Lyon to swallow, but there was no escape. He declared to me that he would rather cut off his right hand than do what it had been, decreed he must do. He fumed and fretted over the matter till he work-1 ed himself up to such a.state of excite-1 ment as made me fear for the strength of | his mind to resist it, but he finally cooled down and began to look at the matter philosophically. Mrs. Hammond and I were to have a reception that evening for the members of the court martial, and they and all the officers of tho garrison and their wives would accordingly be together at my quarters. It was decided that at nine o'clock Captain Lyou should tender his apology in their presence. Every oue was there, and at nine o'clock Captain Anderson stationed himself at one end of tho drawiug-room. The last beat of. the drums sounding tattoo had hardly died away when Captain Lyon, in full uniform, entered the apartment. He looked neither to the right nor to the left, but with me at his side, as his escort and host, he walked through the long line of officers?all in full uniform?and ladies till he came within four or five feet of Captain Anderson, who, grave and dignified, with Sibley by his side, awaited his arrival. "Captain Anderson," be said, without a tiemor in his voice, "I have come to express my regret for hav? ing U3ed language at your table which, [ however, much I may believe it to be true, was out of place at the time, and was such as I, your guest, should not have spoken. Its employment was, under the circumstances, more injurious to me than it was to you." Anderson bowed without a word, Lyon bowed, and then, without tendering his hand, he turned and strode out of the room. Anderson and he never spoke to each other after? ward except when their official relations required them to do so.?Dr. Wm. A. Hammond, in Magazine of American His? tory. ? Sergeant Mason, who shot at Gui teau, is living quietly on his Virginia farm with Betty and the baby. His museum experience yielded him nearly $25,000 in cash. A Story Au?nf tlie Son of. the Murder? er of Gcri. LHUc. Several days ago a paragraph published in the New Orleans States, commenting on the alleged appointment by President I Cleveland of Cuthbert Bullitt Jone3 as cons?l to Callao, called editorially upon Governor McEnefy lomake.a requisition for him as a fugitive from justice,- there being an unsatisfied indictment against 1 him in the Parish of Catahoula for mur? der. It then narrated the particulars of the assassination of Gen. Liddell, in 1870, by Jones and bis father and brother on a Black River steamboat, end how the two latter were subsequently shot and killed by a gang of lynchers in the Harrison burg jail. Cuthbert Jones escaped and fled from the country. In conversation with a reporter for the News and Courier yesterday Col. B. F. I Crayton, of Anderson, said that he was somewhat acquainted with the' facts con-1 nected with the assassination of Gen. [ Liddell, and told the following interesting story : ''The statement published from the New Orleans papef is partly true a3 far I as it goes. There was a feud between Gen. Liddell and the father of Cuthbert Jones, growing out of an insult which the elder Jones had offered to a Northern lady who was teaching school in the I vicinity, perhaps at Gen. Liddell's bouse, at the time it occurred. I have forgotten the lady'3 name, bat she felt that she had been deeply aggrieved, and in company with Gen. Liddell she went to Jones's house to demand an explanation. Jones thought that Gen. Liddell bad persuaded her to take such a course, and that he I was trying to make trouble. I have for gotten just bow the interview ended, but sometime afterwards, while Gen. Liddle was going down Black Biver on a steam? boat,- the boat stopped at a landing, and the general saw Jones on the shore and apparently with the intention of coming on board. He went to the captain, tola I him that there had been a difficulty between Jones and himself, intimating [ that Jones might renew the trouble if he should be allowed to come aboard. Jones did come on board, however, and went into the saloon where Gen. Liddell [ was sitting at the table, eating. Jones drew his pistol and shot Gen. Liddell down, killing him instantly, and without an exchange of words. Jones then made his escape from the steamer. A great deal of indignation was felt about the murder. Some time afterwards a mob went to Jones's house and lynched him. Jones had not been sent to jail, but with his two sons bad fortified himself in his house and prepared himself to resist arrest. The door of the house was broken down and Jones and one of bis sons taken out and lynched. Cuthbert Jones, who was with his father, made his escape by swinging out of the window in an upper story and secreting himself between the wall of the house and the chimney, where he remained until the lynching party had dispersed. He was not with his father at the time Gen. Lid? dell was murdered, but was an accessory after the fact. He fled the country and I had not heard of him again until I read the paragraph published yesterday. "About the time of the lynching of Jones Mrs. Jones returned to this coun? try from France with her children. I have heard that when she heard of the lynching she did not go to the Jones plantation, but forthwith returned to France with her children, where she may still be living. "Gen. Liddell was a first cousin of my mother, and was a son of Judge Liddell, who was one of the Judges in this State, and removed to Louisiana many years ago?probably before Gen. Liddell was born. He lived in Pendletou district. Gen. Liddell was a gallant soldier in the Confederate army." Cure for Felon. The following from Dr. C. C. Gratiol, M. D., St. Louis, will be hailed with delight by that class of citizens who may be suffering from that fearfully painful horror, felon, if it should prove to be what it claims to be, a cure for felon: One day in July, 1888, after returning from a call in the country, I found a gentleman waiting in my office to consult me about a felon that was giving him great pain, upon the index finger of the left band. While waiting for me he had picked up one of my medical journals and real an article entitled, "How to Cure a Felon." . My patient asked me to try it on him. I advised him to let me make a free incision down to the bone, believing it the only course to pursue that amounted to anything in the treatment of paronychia. As he was a little timid, and insisted on my trying the other plan, I consented. The mode of treatment is this, and I quote the writer's own words : "Take common salt, roasted on a hot stove until all the chlorine gas is thrown off, or it is as dry as you can make it. Take a teaspoonfull of pulverized castile 3oap, and a teaspoonfull of Venice tur? pentine, mix them well into a poultice and apply on the felon. If you have ten felons at once, make as many poulti? ces. Renew this poultice twice a day. In four or five days your felon will, if not opened before your poultice is first put on, present a hole down to the bone, where the pent up matter was before your poultice brought it out. If the felon has been cut open or opened itself, or is about to.take off the finger to the first joint, no matter, put on your poultice; it will stop right there, and in time your finger will get well, even if the first bone is gone. Of course it will not restore the lost bone, but it will get well soon." So far as my faith went iu the treat? ment of a felon iu that way, I never would have tried it. My patient came back to me in four days, with pain and throbbing all gone, and with no tender? ness or swelling. Upon removing the poultice, there was a round hole down to the bone, discharging a bloody, thick pus, such as I have sometimes seen coming from acute ulcers. He stated that after the first application of the poultice, about eight hours after he left my office, he suffered no more pain ; in three days more he was almost entirely well. This induced me to determine to try it on other felons that I might be called upon to treat; and from July until the middle of October a great many felons occurred among the farmers, caused by the fre? quent handliug of pitchforks In making hay and in stacking and threshing grain. Suffice it to say I tried it on seven cases of felon, aud it never once failed me. It is simple in preparation, and the soap and salt ;.re always at hand, which with a few cents worth of Venice turpentine will make many poultices. The case in which I used it got well more rapidly aud suffered less pain, and the finger regained its normal condition more quickly thao after incision or any mode of treatment I had ever previously adop ' ted. ? ? Half the cottou crop in the Arkan ; sas valley has been destroyed by late freshets. ? The fact that Washington never told a lie has been satisfactorily account? ed for. He never went fishing. Crloomy Wheat Crop Prospects, The growing wheat crop haviug reach? ed a 'critical stage, and winter wheat having approached a condition sufficient? ly near maturity to approximate the acreage and probable yield, the Farmer?9 Rcvicic, of Chicago, has followed up ita usual weekly summary by a complete survey of all the Western and Southern wheat growing States, leports having been received from over three thousand correspondents, covering every wheat producing county in Ohio, Michigan, In? diana, Illinois, Kentucky, Tennessee, Missouri, Hansas, Nebraska, Iowa, Wis? consin, Minnesota and Dakota. To? gether with a very accurate and recent summary from the Paeific coast region, made by the associated press, it is be? lieved it makes one of the most complete reports ever prepared. The Review says; "The gloomiest views which have been advanced concerning the winter wheat outlook for 1S85 must now be accepted as the most accurate. The promising conditions of 1884 have this season been completely reversed. The absolute uni? formity of the returns indicate that the outlook for the winter sown wheat this year is the worst in ten years, and it may be set down as positive that under the most faroring conditions the total winter and spring wheat yield is to fall consid? erably under the short crop of 1881, when the total product was 380,000,000 bushels. With the exception of Michi? gan, Oregon and Washington Territory, on the far Western slope, the causes leading to a decreased output of winter wheat are almost identical. In Ohio, Indiana, Kansas, Illinois and Missouri the ground was bare of snow during the winter. The severely cold weather at the close of the winter, which was fol? lowed by dry, cold winds later on. There was also a decreased acreage, owing to the low prices which prevailed for the crop of 1884. In California the decreas? ed acreage was accompanied by a severe drouth, which has tended to almost ruin the growing crop. Oregon and Wash? ington Territory were saved by bountiful showers, which came in time to save the grain. From a close compilation, and taking the most cheerful view of the sit? uation, the winter wheat yield for the present year will not exceed 200,000,000 bushels, and the absolute percentages from the most trustworthy sources indi? cate that the yield will fall somewhat under than over the figures given. Turn? ing to the spring wheat belt, the outlook is altogether more promising. Full re? turn; from Nebraska show slightly en? larged acreage, as compared to last year, while in Iowa, Wisconsin and Minnesota the decrease in acreage will be about 10 per cent., while the condition is about 95 per cent. The acreage of Dakota is about 8 per cent, less than last year, and the conditions fully equal, though the season is from ten to twelve days later. The probable spring wheat yield, based upon continuing favorable weather, will be 130,000,000 bushels. The total wheat crop of the country, therefore, from the present outlook will be from 320,000,000 to 330,000,000 bushels, against an aver? age yield for the past five years of 4G4, 000,000 bushels. Training Children. One would naturally suppose that the care of children would be the first thought of the parents, whereas in many cases it seems as if the first thought were rather to escape that burden?although the responsibility may never be shirked without penalty?delegating it to hired and indifferent hands and heads, often ignorant, often incompetent, without re? flecting that it demands not only the love and tenderness such as no alien can fur? nish, but that the wisest mind is not too wise for the task, nor the most cultured intellect too well trained or too brilliant to cope with the subject, to fit the human soul for its sphere aud its work, for de? velopment of its transcendent powers. The person who on engaging a nursery? maid remarked, by way of preface, that neither he nor his "wife knew anything about the care of children, nor did they wish to know," only frankly acknowl? edged the deplorable condition of mind of many, and certainly had no business to have the bright faces of children about his hearth. One wonders if he treated any other of his possessions with such unconcern. Those who regard their children as their chief occupation in life, and who love that occupation, can hardly understand the state of mind of mothers who accept every excuse for turning them off upon whoever will take the charge, careless of the dangers they may meet from the unguarded aud untaught speech of ser? vants or gamin?mothers who love their own ease and pleasure better than tho souls of their sons and daughters, who find no delight in watching the unfolding of a human intellect, and whose minds are too narrow to appreciate the self abnegation of wiser mothers, whom they look upon as slow specimens of the race of women, old fogies with domestic pro? clivities too strongly developed, beings without a thought or aspiration beyond the clean faces and clothes of their brood, without a proper sense of the sphere of woman, which in their view seems to consist merely in dressing and gossiping, flattering aud being flattered by the other sex. People take infinite care of their homes, their land, their clothes, but they too often leave their children, their most valuable possessions, upon whose welfare and progress the race depends, to take care of themselves, unaware or heedless of the great interest at stake, and deaf to all admonitions. A child's mind is plastic, ready to receive every or any im? pression, and it is the parents who have the power to dictate what these impress? ion shall be. When? a child learns lying and thieving or any evil, it is gen? erally the father and mother who deserve the punishment for these offenses. They received the precious gift of an untutored mind into their keeping, and if they have neglected it, have chosen to waste their energies on lesser themes, on the vanities of the world and the flesh, they have sown the wind and will reap the whirl win dJfa rper's Magazin e. Relieving Choked Cattle. I rend the articles under this title in a late Rural, and thought, if I was only an old grandmother, I knew a better way than any yet given ; better because it is quicker, easier, and doesn't hurt the poor creatures in the least. I remember wheu I was a little girl that our cow got chok? ed with a potato, and father hired me to run my hand and arm down Rossy's throat and pull out the potato. It was not a bit pleasant. We have a better way now. If a creature gets choked, take some cold water and a rubber syringe and squirt a stream of cold water iuto one of his ears. It gnes the animal a surprise, and it shakes its head with a vengence that starts the obstacle from its throat with a jerk. I have seen it tried lots of times, even after hoe handles, and broomsticks, and divers other plans, have been tried ineffectually, and I never knew the cold water stream to fail on cattle or horses, or even hog8.?(?ran^* mother in Rural Neu: Yortccr,