^^^^^^ ^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^ /^^^ 1 j^^^ 1 ^ ^ } ? BYE. B. MURRAY & c? ANDEBSON, S. C THURSDAY MOBNING, SEPTEMBBB 10, 1885._ VOLUME XXI.?KO. WAGONS, WAGONS, WAGONS, BUGGIES, BUGGIES, BUGGIES, BAGGING, BAGGING, BAGGING, TIES, TIES, TIES, BELTING, BELTING, BELTING, ROPE, ROPE, ROPE. .?.is We are receiving a large lot of the celebrated STUDEBAKER and TENNES? SEE WAGONS, acknowledged by all who have ever used them to be superior to all others, being manufactured of the best material, aud put up in good style, light running, well painted, daraWe^fldr^we warrant them for one year. We have been selling them for five year* and with good satisfaction to our customers, as the fol? lowing Testimonials will show: Messrs .Bleckley, Bbown & Fbetwell, Anderson, S. C?Gents : I have used a 1$ inch'iron'axle Studebaker Wagon for the last five years, and having used several other makes, unhesitatingly say that the Studebaker is the best of all of them. I have run mine almost constantly, often loading it with as much as 4,000 pounds at one time, and it has cost me nothing for repairs for five years. Yours truly, WADDY T. DEAN. Mw-tRTM. Bleckley, Bbown & Fbetwell: The Studebaker Wagon bought from yon three years ago has given me good satisfaction, having never cost me any? thing for repairs. The Wagon is a very light running vehicle, and I believe is the best Wagon made. ~ E. F. REED. Messes. Bleckley, Brown & Fbetwell?Gentlemen : I have run a 2| Thimble Skein Studebaker Wagon, bought from you, about three or four years, and wish to say that^-^ am well^pleased with it, never having cost me anything for repairs, and that, it'hasgiven-'rae" perfect satisfaction. \ The paint ias lasted well on it, and the Wagon now presents a good appearance, and can recommend it to my friends and neighbors as a first class Wagon in every respect. 6 J. R. FINDLEY. Messes. Bleckley, Beown & Fbetwell : I have run my Tennessee 2-horse ^yinch-iron axle Wagon for two years,;and anrwell pleased with it. It has never cost a cent for repairs, and has never even had a loose tap, tire or bolt on it. 1 can recommend the Tennessee to my friends and neighbors as a first class, reliable Wagon in every respect. D. A. SKELTON. ANDEBaoN^r?.^., Dec.,21,1883f-jMES3BSv:Bleckley, Bbown & Fbetwell ?Gents: I have run a 2Thorse iron'' axle ^"Tennessee" Wagon nearly .constantly for the last five years without costing anything for repairs of any kind, even stand? ing last Summer's continued dry weather without requiring the ties to be cut, and do unhesitatingly say that the Tennessee is the best Wagon ever used by me, and that I can fully recommend it to my friends: arid the public as a Wagon that will rive good satisfaction in every respect.. , . Yours truly, J. G. RILEY, Olio, S. C. ^ Anderson, S. C, Feb. 9, e884.-i-MESSK8i Bleckley, Bbown & Fbetwell? Gents: I have used a 1$ iron axle "Tennessee" Wagon for the last five years, and am well pleased with it, being a strong and durable' Wagon, and I can heartily re? commend it. The Wagon has cost me during that time scarcely anything for repairs, requiring the tires cut only once, and that was caused by the bug continued drought last Summer, and being continually exposed to the hot Bun. ' It is the best Wagon I ever used. IVY C. LOW. Anderson, S. C.x Apjilji, 1884,?Mesubs. Bleckley, Bbown & Fbetwell ?Gents: I have been using a Tennessee Wagon, 1} inch iron axle, for three years past, hauling brick and sand almost constantly with two large mules, and am fully satisfied that there is no better Wagon made. It has cost me nothing in way of cutting tire, &c. Has been standing in the weather all the time. I can recommend Che "Tennessee" to any one in want of a light running, dnrable Wagon. ;* : Youre, &p., J. C. DRENNAN. We are'also able-^oWl yon a first-class BUGGY as reasonable as anybody, on easy terms, and would respectfully ask you to examine them before making your purchase elsewhere. We wDFaltomake it interesting for you to buy your BAGGING and TIES from us, as we have already bought a large Hot of these, at much less than others pay for them, and we propose to sell them to you accordingly, and will keep large stocks constantly on hand. To the Ginners of, Anderson County we wish to say. that we keep constantly on hand RUBBER BELTING all sizes, and PRESS ROPE, and will meet any com? petition in prices on these 'Goods. Call and see us, inspect our Goods and prices, and let us sell you what you need. Onr Buyer is going North in a few days, and we v/ill have something to say to you. shortly in regajrcj to.othef lines of Goods. \ )xj Look out fox our next advertisement. We say this now, however: That we will always sell Goods as low as they can be bought elsewhere, and that we are prepared at all times to meet legitimate competition. .Respectfully, Ang 6,1885 Bleckley, Brown & Fretwell. 4 5m COTTON AND HAY PRESSES. R. M. McDONALD, Agent, Greenville, ?. O. BALL ? HAND PRESS-IMPROVED. BY the attachment of Wheel, Pinion and Crank to.tbe main screws, the Followers can be ran up in leus^ban one minute, and' also run down until it becomes necessary to use a lever. The Ball Press; improved,' gives universal satisfaction. It is reliable, simple and powerful, as only screws can be. The Screws operate with double spc:d, moviug H inches at every turn. Two men can pack a bale weighing 500 pounds :;.to a space of 60x34x24 inches, in from 6 to 8 minutes. About 1,000 have been sold within the past eight seasons. The doors open all around the bale; the box is full large and makes much tramping unnecessary. Price $100 Cash. BEASLEY POWER PRESS. To perrons having "team or water power, would, recommend our Bcasley Power Press, driven by one bell. The motion of the Follower is reversed by Lever and Clutch. Throws itself out of gear when the bale is packed. Pulleys should make 75 to 100 revolutions per minute. The grand Centennial Prize was awarded this Press at the Philadelphia and Louisville Expositions. Price $300 cash. "August 27,18S5 7 8 ZBXriHST'S ALL KINDS. AND FRUIT JARS, AT Simpson, Reid & Co.'s DRUG STARE, Waverly House Corner, Anderson, S. C. July 23,1885 2 " Go TeU all the People for Miles Around I" -THAT JOHN M. HUBS ARD * BRO. ARE PREPARED TO SELL MORE JEWELRY, MORE WATCHES, MORE SILVERWARE, . MORE C LOCKS, &C ICES 31 ORE X? YOUR tfOTIOx\, JtH-AN?. .^TERJ, BE FORE. TB^Q jB the-phape of a Watch,'Clock "or Jewelry thoroughly repaired, ms,im SO wilhite'S EYE WATER IS A SURE CURE FOR SORE EYES, OR ANY common fo:rm OF INFLAMED EYES. we sell it With the understanding that if it does not prove bene? ficial or effect a Cure, after directions hive been carefully fol? lowed, the sum paid for it WILL BE REFUNDED; ?16 has been sold on t L these conditions for tt o past FIVE , YEARJ3, I f ' and as yet we have NEVER HAD A fCOMPLAIHT OP IT, OR HEARD OF A CASE it pip mi mm IT IS NOT 9BHI A NEW PREPARATION, ANp' HAS BEEN USED f~s FORTHIRTY YEARS, But has been only four or five years on the market as a PROPRIETARY MEDICINE. If you have never used it, or know nothing of its. effects on SORE' Ask your neighbor, or some one who has seen it tried. IT HAS CURED SEVERE CASES IN FROM SIX TO TWENTY-FOUR HOURS I Price, 25 Cunts per Bottle. WILHITE & WILHITE, PROPRIETORS. Aug. 20,1883 G ABOYE THE CLOUDS. Tho Ascent From Nashville to tho Top of Roane. It was Sidney Smith, I think, who said: "When it gets so hot I have to take off my flesh and sit in my bones." If this feat were possible, we denigens of "The Rocky City" would certainly have accomplished it during the late torrid weather. We have heard of no one try? ing that experiment, but "lots of us" fled away ingloriously feeling that "Ho who fights and runs away May live to fight another day." So armed with an "excursion for the season," my grip sack, ray army glass and other belongings I boarded the train and in due time was flying through East Tennessee, past Knoxville, past Morris town, past Jonesboro, the "oldest settle? ment" in the State, past Greenville, the home of "Andrew Johnson, Taylor," our once President, past all those to Johnson City, which vigorous, young and doughty, is fast rivalling Bristol, just twenty miles away. Here you take the "East Tennessee & Western North Carolina Railroad," a narrow-gauge thirty-two miles long, com? monly known as "Cranberry Route," and are soon riding due South down the valley of Buffalo Creek, till it empties into the Watauga, and now you are in "Happy Valley," which has been occupied ana farmed for more than a century. The sleek cattle, the waving masses of dark green maize, the thickly standing "shocks" of wheat and oats, the "ricks" of grass and clover attest the wonderful fertility of this soil. Here are Elizabeth town and Hampton, old towns in Carter County. Here you leave the Wautauga and go up the valley of the Doe River, old substantial brick farm-houses, flourishing orchards and clear, dashing, sparkling, roaring streams, mountains rising up grandly on right and left, cool breezes fanning you as you sit on the top of a box car and take it all in ; the sun, no longer hot, kissine and bronzing your cheeks, your glass in hand, pulling mountains, cascades, coy, blush? ing maiden, everything right up close to you?and so you ride through this Bmil ing "Happy Valley" and pass on into the gorge. This is wild and grand, the solid mountain?Stone Mountain it is called and right well it is named?by some Titanic hand has been torn asunder, leaving many a seam and scar and cavern and crevice, with its corrugated brow, with its balsam-covered slopes, with its fern-filled niches, looks down upon you for 1,500 feet, right and left. Through this canyon flows, or rather rushes, Doe River, for it is never still enough to flow, but goes rotiing, leaping, tumbling, foam? ing, roaring in torrents, cascades, whirl? pools, with-a deafening sound, making music of a grewsome sort. Here is the glory of the descendant of Izaac Walton, for this water, though kept in ceaseless agitation, is clear as crystal, and here, in these wild, cavorting rapids the speckled trout do most love to linger. For my part, I didn't do like ancient Simon, "go afishing," for, sans experience, sans rub? ber boots and pants, sans reel and fly, I thought I'd be but a laughing stock both for my companions and the gamey trout, and get only my. pains for my trouble. I was seeking the- cousiu-german of the North Pole, and I did not seek in vain. Down in this canyon the sun never in? trudes more than', to hurl down a stray splintering ray as-he rides in the upper world, although'1',500 feet of rock-ribbed walls*frown down'upon you, yet you aro 3,200 feet higher than that hammock in which you swung in Nashville, vainly trying to induce coolness. For mining purposes this Cranberry road was built, by the Messrs. Pardie, of the Quaker City, and it threads its way through this gorge, winding like a snake, following the course of the river, rushing thro tgh tunnels, over iron truss bridges, making complete "S S" and reverse curves again and again; at times the road-bed is hewn down out of the solid granite stone, and while from one window you can smoothe the wrinkles on the face of the mountain, from the opposite win? dow you look through many fathoms of nether air and into the silvery current of the river. At other places the road-bed haB been built up for 200 feet from the yawning chasm, constructed in masonry inclining from the water to the cross-ties; there a hemlock torn from its hold in the rocks by the gusty tempest has plunged headlong, its top plays with the foamiog waters, while its roots, many yards away, cling to the laminated rocks. You are riding on the top of a boxcar. You look ahead your engine is out of sight and when you catch up you find yourself and it have crossed the river. Yonder, half way up the inountaiu you see a waterfall, respectable in size, height and general appearance?this sight will be repeated several times: at "Pardie Point," the most weird spot of all, you are watching from your airy seat the train as it makes a tremendous double, curve, the buzzard.-- floating ?lowly und sleepily among the clouds, the auccectsion of cascades, first on your right, then on your left?it grows dark?you are in a tunnel, "duck your head" ns does the brakeman, or this excursion might have the inconvenience of a coroner and jury of inquest over your detruncated curpus. This would be so out of place for there is not a spot of earth large enough to sep? ulture a red bug, much less your cadaver ?like Abraham of old, you'd have to be put, away in a cave. Ten miles through the gorge you come into another valley. Over a deep ravine a lofty, swinging bridge has been thrown. You are on it; look down I Thereunder you is a mountaineer's hut; a pale, sick? ly, snd-looking woman with slatternly garments, her pipe in her mouth, her feet in that condition in which Job said he made his debut into this environment, saving the addition of considerable real estate, which bad naturally accumulated thereon; beside her are a progeny of dogs and children, badly mixed up, barking, howling, shaking flats at the train and flinging ? stones, that, after ascending half way to our windows, lost heart, gave up the job and returned whence they came. In this valley stands the rustic mill with ith great, circling, "overshot wheel;" here is the "smithy," there a log-built temple of science, where liberal "birch" exerts its influence and where the pedagogue "teacheB the young idea how to shoot." Out there stands a "meeting-house," and when I asked a "kid" what "Christians worshipped there," he said, " 'Tain't no Christians at all; hit's Camelites." I thanked him. On you go, now and theu taking time to enjoy the rhododendrons that rise up from the water's edge, cling to the rocks or creep out of the crevices in great pro? fusion. They are abloom in all their glory. To look on twenty miles of these exquisites, the pride of the mountain, is worth a trip from Nashville. Look back down tho valley; the sun, bis days work done, is preparing to recline on his gory bed. He is banging to the top of Pardie Point, his rags seem tangled in its bal somed top, for a moment no lingers, he is gone, and as tho after glow deepens till all the heavens are aflame and a mighty conflagration is suggested behind the mountain, involuntarily you say, "Glori oub," and your companion chimes in, "Lovely; "you are sentimental, you think of poetry, love, romance; you forget.you are still on a flying rail-train, you are oblivious to all around you, when?hang him?the small boy at your side breaks the spell (you want to break him) by saying, "I'm hungry ; how long 'till ."up? per?" The whistle screams, the break ,man mutterp, "Cranberry Hotel Supper house." You alight in North Carolina at the veritable "jumping off place" of the world. Midlothian, OUT OF THE WORLD. V Hug in a Thunder Shower 0,200 Feet in tho Air. On July 29 Captain E. A. Moore and Professor S. M. Brooks made a balloon ascension from Winsted, Conn., and four hours later returned home by the Hart? ford and Connecticut Western railroad. Captain Moore gives this account of the trip : '^You will remember that we started at 12:54 o'clock, when we were advertised to start at precisely 1. The reason of our early start was to avoid a heavy shower of rain, which we saw coming, but we were disappointed, for it struck us in less than three minutes after we cut loose, but not with sufficient force to cause any trouble, more than to bring us down 800 feet. We were at a height of 1,800 feet before encountering the rain. We then threw out twenty-five pounds of ballast, and immediately arose to our former attitude, where wo were caught by a light breeze, which carried us in a Southeasterly direction, giving us a beau? tiful view of a panorama which is never seen except from a balloon. There were a dozen towns spread out beneath us, some near enough to be recognized, while others were so far away that the houses looked like white spots on the broad, green fields. Winsted's two lakes, West Hill pond, in New Hartford, and Otis pond, over in Massachusetts, shone in the sunlight like silver shields. The cackling and crowing of hens and roos? ters, the shouting of boys and men, and the rumbling of the Nangatuck railroad train could be heard when all other sounds ceased to reach us. The sight was wonderfully grand, but we did not get to enjoy it long, for on looking up we discovered that we were being borne toward what aeronauts call a cumulus cloud, or, to make it plainer, what was apparently a bank of fog, dark and heavy, and about 400 feet through from the top to the bottom. This cloud was continu? ally moving in and out, seething and boiling like the ocean in a storm, while cold breezes swept along its face which chilled us and caused the thermometer to drop twenty degrees in a few seconds. Large blocks of cloud would break away from the main body, sometimes passing over us, sometimes under Us, and then enveloping us in such darkness and rain that the balloon was scarcely visible from the baBket. After being buffeted about on the borders of this cloud for a few minutes, we were earried into the sunshine again, with clouds beneath us, but the earth visible ou one side. "Here another trouble beset us; for although the sunlight was a comfort, yet its heat, together with the lightness of the air, which relieves the pressure from the outside, caused tbe gas to expend to such an extent that it passed out at the neck of the balloon at tbe rate of 1,000 feet a minute. "The stillness here was oppressive. I could plainly here the ticking of a watch in my pocket and our straw hats made such a crackling sound that I thought they were going to pieces. Brooks open? ed the valve at the top of the balloon and we were dropped down a few hun? dred feet and came back pretty close to our old enemy, the heavy black cloud. We did not like the looks of things here and were debating whether it would not be better to continue down and make a .anding, when we were caught in a whirl? wind and carried right into the darkness and storm. Then began what seemed hours of terror. The rain was pouring in on us in torrents. It came at us from all sides?from above and below?being forced through the bottom of the basket by the changing wind. Forked tongues of lightning severed the clouds on all sides of us, each flash followed immedi? ately by sharp snapping thunder. The balloon trembled and sometimes stood still for a second or two, then swung away, to be again brought to a halt by a cross current; the netting would occa? sionally shift from its position with a grating sound, while we held on as best we could until the wind began to whistle through the cords, when we immediately dropped to tbe bottom of tbe basket, knowing that our course must soon change and tho basket go swinging around like school boys playing 'snap the whip.' "We were traveling at what seemed better than a mile a minute, in total darkness, sometimes in one direction and' sometimes in another, when we began to throw out ballast in hopes of rising above the storm, but after having thrown out 165 pounds, and having but ton pounds left with which to manage our landing, and being still in the storm, we concluded to return to mother earth. We were still 0,200 feet from the ground, as shown by the barometer?having gone 2,200 feet through that one cloud. Tbe thermome? ter marked 45 degrees. "Throwing out ballast was stopped and we started downward. When we left the cloud the thermometer and watch showed that we were going down at the rate of 100 feet every four seconds. A moment later we heard the voices of men, and looking down, discovered tbat we were Hearing some farm houses and that the people were out watching us. Many of their remarks could be plainly heard, and when within about 300 feet of the ground we dropped the grappling iron, which dragged safely through a herd of cattle in a pasture without catch? ing ou to anything that could stop us. Brooks called on me to pull the rip cord, which I did, opening a hole forty feet long in the side of the balloon, and let? ting in a gust of wind which turned it inside out and dropped the whole thing on Barn noor Hill Granby, without in? juring either of us. We were up fifty four minutes, and landed sixteen miles from the starting point." The Mason Harvester aud Gin. Since last year the Cottou Harvester Company, which controls the patents on C. T. Mason's cotton harvesting machine, has pushed the work of perfecting the machine and protecting it with American and foreign patents. Last Winter the company constructed a new iron shop at Sumter and equipped it with the neces? sary machinery to enable Mr. C. T. Ma? son, with the aid of skilled mechanics, to overcome the defects in the last year's machine. ( * It is with pride and gratification that we can say that the new machine hasjust been tested at Sumter, S. C, whero the workshops of the company are located, and .that it is a perfect and practical success. The application of the princi? ple used in last year's machine has been entirely changed to meet the defects which then presented themselves, but for obvious reasons the company has decided to make no publication concerning the machine as now constructed, and has closed the doors of its shops against all visitors. It is the purpose of the compa? ny, if possible, to construct suitablo works in or near Charleston at an early day to manufacture the machine for the next crop.?News and Courier. ? More rascalities arc coming to light at Washiugtou. It has been ascertained that a corrupt ring made up of barefaced thieves have been fleecing the govern? ment. The report is that it has been ascertained that a row of cottages on tho Potomac river have been actually built and furnished at the expense of the peo? ple. The thievea belong to the peusion building. Mr. Shuckers, the new super? intendent of that building, made the dis? covery. The former superintendent (Re? publican of course) w.uh one of tho six engaged in'the swindle. John Sherman, while secretary of tho treasury, is be? lieved to have swindled the governmeLt in mauy ways. Another leak has beeu Stopped, this time ju the court of Ala? bama claimR, A DUAL LIFE. A Southern Gambler us n Class T.enrtor. From Denver, Col., flews. "A great many men lead two lives," Baid an old sporting man last night, "but sooner or later somebody drops to their racket and exposes them. It is more natural for the average man to give a man away than it is for a woman to talk scandalously about her dearest female friend. A woman may say a great deal against another when she is angry, but it doesn't hurt much. A man is venomous. When he starts out to injure a man he generally does it; and when he is also actuated by a spirit of revenge he man? ages to mutilate his victim before be gives it burial. "What I started to tell you before I commenced moralizing was a story con? cerning Gus Savers. Gus was one ot the best fellows I ever knew, a famous snort who would bet his last dollar on the turn of a card or any other chance, but he was square, and if a man played him dirt there was going to be a row right there and then. He it was that killed Harry Rivers in New Orleans for trying to deal brace on him and making a kick when discovered. that was in 1858. "Queer fellow was Gus. No one ever heard him swear, use obscene language or saw him cross the threshold of fash? ionable vice. The only vice ho had be? sides gambling was that he would get full once in awhile and do something he. shouldn't have done. There was always an air of mystery about him, which none of the boys could fathom. He made his headquarters in New Orleans, but made frequent trips on the liver to St. Louis, and during the summer months he would disappear altogether; in fact, from June 1st to October 1st Gus was dead to the gang. When he turned up, of course we would ask him where he had been. 'Rusticating' was the invariable answer. "That went on for years till finally the gang ceased to wonder at it, though we couldn't help thinking that there was something about him we would like to know. A little incident occurred when I was with him one day which increased my perplexity. I was standing near the post office on Royal street when I 6aw a man coming up the street whom I recog? nized as a big gun in the church from Ohio, who was just then shaking up the sinners in New Orleans. What should Gus do but excuse himself to me and go meet him. They shook hands and held quite a confab. I was dying to know, but I knew that unless Gus choose to tell me there wasn't any use of asking any thing about it. he didn't choose to tell. "Three days afterward the papers an? nounced that Bishop-had received a gift of $1,000 from an unknown friend ?to aid in f?is good work. I didn't say anything bv.t I thought a great deal. Gus had made a big winning the night before. "One time there came along a spry looking chap from Kentucky, who thought he could swing the world around his head if he got a good tail-hold. He tackled faro and played with varying success, never getting ahead and never winning much. Finally he jumped Gus for a game of draw. If there was any thing Gus did know, it was to play short cards. The result was that Gus beat him out of $14,000 in two nights. The fellow insinuated afterward that Gus cheated, but ho was out for his pains. Everybody knew better. They knew that Gus wouldn't cheat a mau out of a million if ho could." "The chap got another raise and staid around New Orleans, but didu't tackle Gus for another game. When it came time for Gus to make his disappearance he went as usual. He was missed, of course, and the gang had their talk about him, as they always had. The Keu tuckian caught oh. " 'That fellow ain't a3 square as he pre? tends to be,' he said, "and I'm going to find out who he is and what he does." "The next October Gus made his ap? pear ance. All that fall and winter he played in hard luck, and was often broke. But a fellow like him hover wanted for a stake. In the spring his luck began to pick up, and he left on his summer jaunt, after he had paid up his debts, with quite a sum of money in his pocket. "About a month afterward we were startled by a sensation in the papers. Gus Sayers had committed suicide in Hockensport, Ohio. The full details of the tragedy had been written up for the Cincinnati papers and the New Orleans papers had copied it. "The story told the whole history of Gus' life. The mystery was solved. The Kentuckiau had got in hi-* work. Gus Sayers wasn't Gus Sayers at all, but Charles Norton, a rich and respectable citizen of Hockensport, a member of the church, a Sunday School teacher and the most popular man in the town. "The story which took about two col? umns of the Picayune, stated that the community was painfully shocked by the self-destruction of Mr. Charles Nor? ton. It stated thai there was a revival in progress at that place, and that a fervent prayer had just been offered up by Mr. Norton, when a stranger arose in his seat and asked to be allowed to say a few words. Permission was granted him. " That man,' he said, 'is not Mr. Nor? ton. He is a notorious gambler and blackleg, and his name is Gus Sayers. He cheated me once out of $14,000, and he dare not deny it. He is a wolf in sheep's clothing, and I can prove every word I say.' "He then went on and told every thing he knew about poor Gus, who, as game a man as evef. lived, sat there with his head bowed down, not saying a word. The paper stated that there was not any more sougs and prayers that night. The meeting broke up, and such was the excitement that the Ken tuckian would have been lynched had it not been for the interference of Gus, who told the people to let him alone, that he would explain all the next day; and the fellow seeing what a storm he had raised was glad to escape with his life. He was never seen afterward, for if he had been some of the boys would have killed him. "The next day a delegation of citizens called at Gus' house for an explanation. They were met at the door by Mrs. Nor? ton, who told them her husband was in the library. Gus met them and asked them in. When they were seated and before the business was broached, Gus excused himself for a moment and stepped into the hallway. A report of a pistol was heard. Hurrying out of the room they found poor Gus lying flat of his back, a pistol clenched in his right hand, and the wholo top of his head blown off. His wife and two children had heard the shot, and came from the room to ascertain die cause. Mrs. Nor? ton threw herself, shrieking on the dead body of her b.isband, and the children crouched down by his side, calling him endearing names. The sight was de? scribed as horrible. Tho wife and two children, by embracing the dead body, became stained with blood, and it was with difficulty that they were torn away. "Gus left a letter in which he acknowl? edged that the Kontuckian's story was true, and as he could not bear to live after auch an exposure among people who had loved him and whom he had loved, he had taken his lifo. His wife and children were well provided for in his will. But the people didn't go back on Gua, Thoy gave him a great funeral, THE STORES WERE ALL CLOSED. "All of tbe Sunday school scholars in the place deposited flowers on bis giave, and there was as s..:cere mourning over that man as over any one that ever died. "Now, I hardly ever see a man but I think to myself, does he lead two lives, and if he does won't somebody give him away ? There was poor Gus?a gambler for eight months in tbe year and a gen? tleman the other four. A member of the church in oue place, a sporting man elsewhere. Liked by everybody as a gambler. Loved by every one who knew him as a Christian gentleman. If he were a Christian. Some say he wasn't. I say he was. I don't believe such a man could be r. hypocrite. He was square as a gambler, and more than square, if that can be, as a respectable citizen. He had a wife and family to support, and he did it. He made his money gambling, it i3 true, but he used it right. Gus Sayers or Charles Norton, whoever he was, a nobler man never lived. He was no common scrub. He was a gentleman by nature. There is one in a hundred thousand, though he may lead two lives." Crater of Vesuvius. A party of adventurous Scots ascended the laboring pile of Vesuvius during the recent eruption. One of the travelers writes: It was a beautiful, clear, cold, starry morr/ng, and we all felt in the best of spirits-. At last we turned off the main road and made straight through narrow lanes for the burning mountain. It seemed to be in good working order? tbe fire fountain playing on the summit, the streams of lava pouring down its sides and collecting into five red, glowing cal? drons. By 4 o'clock we reached a little plateau called the Atrio del Cavallo, where we all dismounted to make the further ascent of the mountain on foot, it being too steep and rugged to take the horses. After a half hours's struggle among loose ashes we came to slopes of lava, the appearance of which was not ?triking. It exactly resembled the entrails of a great monster, literally "the bowels of the earth." Again we passed through ashes, and in some places, where I he former were very steep and deep, a sort of scoriae causeway was laid to assist the toilsome ascent. "Wo were now thankful to reach a ' half-wav house," or rather a sort of ' rest-and-be-thankful" sheltered seat f Drmed of blocks of lava. Again we bent our steps upward, going zigzag among scoria? and lava, passing various little extinct craters uutil we came to where the mountain was hot, and where white sulphurous smoke was rising all about. We soon saw where we were?at the fountain-head of the two streams of burning lava. These we must cross before we could make a further ascent. We approached as near tbe streams of burning lava as its scorching heat per? mitted. We saw it issuing from what looked like huge, black, cast-iron cylin? ders. These were formed of the outer rim of lava that had gradually cooled somewhat and hardened. The burning mass moved constantly, but not equally. It seemed to pulsate and throb in its flowing?to be jerked out of the cylin? ders. I think the worst and most dangerous part of the whole ascent bad now to be made. This was an almost perpendicular cone of loose ashes. At every step we sank to the knees, so our progress was exceedingly slow. Right below us were the burning streams of lava, into which it seemed we were bound to slide. Above us was the crater, whose thunderings we could bear and whose tremblings at times we thought we felt. Breathless and ex? hausted, we frequently lay down among the ashes. But at last we gained the summit, and all our exertions were re? warded. Such a sight! T'ie crater of Vesuvius! A perfect hell of sulphur, fire and smoke, cinders and ashes, and red-hot stones; its flooring of hardened lava everywhere ront by seams and cracks and yawning chasms emitting stifling vapors, while in the midst of it all rose the last-formed central cone of smoking debris, belching forth clouds of sulphurous vapor, and at intervals with loud thunder ings, and with an effort that shook the mountain, throw? ing, like a mighty fire-fountain, showers of rock and scoricc- high into tbe air. Amid the terror of the scene there was an element of great beauty. The rich and varied coloring that everywhere prevailed was wonderful, from the purest white up through all shades of yellow and rich orange to deepest reds, the deposits of salts and sulphur and iron acd chemical matters. Near the cone there were two tremendous chasms. To the edge of these we could approach. The guide explained that they opened a week ago, when the present eruption took place. They were the reservois from which flowed the two rivers of lava that were now coming down the moun? tain's sides. The guide did not wish us to linger, so we undid our baskets and set about hav? ing breakfast. It was now 6 o'clock, and we thought we had earned this meal after a five hours' climb. But our appetites were not worthy of tbe occasion ; a little seemed to satisfy us. There was some excuse for this, for the thin crust of lava on which we sat was hot and trembling, \ and the "crater." so far from being appeased by our presence, seemed to be extra irritable, for we bad scarcely start? ed breakfast, and were doing admirably, when, with a noise like thunder, he cast a cloud of sruoke over and about us, which hastened our bidding him "good morning." The Governor Ought to Sec Him. Simon Gardner, a citizen of Blossom Cove, recently addressed an important letter to the Governor. The following is an extract from tho communication : "I have this day named a fine boy after you. He is as livoly as a harvest baud's appetite, and can squall louder than a goat. How I do wish you could see him. His mother was dead set on naming him after his Uncle John because John keeps a store, but I says, 'No, iio, mother,' says I, 'we will name bim after the Governor of this here State. We ain't never showed our respect for none of the Governors, and it's high lime, let me tell you.' 'What's the use in naming him after the Governor?' says mother. 'He will forgit it in five minutes, and never will seud the child nothing and he j is needing of everything.' 'Tut, mother, John won't give him anything.' 'Yes, he will,' mother says. I wouldn't give in, though, and now the child is named aftur you. How I wish you could see him. It would tickle you mighty nigh to death. He is mighty scarce o' duds but he's got a voice like a call*. Ho is the peartest chap I ever seen in my born days. Mother wants to bet me that you wci't send him nothing, but I don't bet sense I tuck to preaching. She 'lows that you air stingy, but I know a beep better than that. If you want to disap? point mother send?I was going to ?ay, Bend down something, but never mind, j How I do wish you could see him."? : Ari:an#aw Traveller. ? Edward Atkinson, the" statistician, saya that all the people now living in the world, say 1,400,000,000, could find standing room within the limits of a field ten miles square, and by aid of a tele phono could be addressed by n single speaker. In a field twenty miles square they could all be comfortably seated. ? The first snow of this season in the United States fell at Wilkesbarro, Pa., on August 26. On the same day snow P at QuobiP, in Canada, A CHAT WITH JEFF. DAVIS. Silent nn Public AlIa)rfl---How lio Phhsos his Declining Yenr?. Special to the Xciv York Herald. Atlanta, Ga., August 30.?A corres? pondent of the Constitution paid an in? teresting visit to Jefferson Davis at his plantation in Warren County, Miss., and the paper prints to-day several columns descriptive of the man and his surround? ings. The correspondent as he entered the doors of the Brierfield mansion was met by Mr. Davis, by whom he was greeted most kindly. But a moment of expla? nation wa3 necessary, when an introduc? tion to Mrs. Davis added another to the little group. Mr. Davis was dressed in a black alpaca suit. He stood erect, with a firm position. When he sat down upon the deerskin chair, which is his favorite, it was in an upright position, hi3 shoulders well thrown back, one band resting iu the other and both called into play as through conversation be used them in graceful gesture. His face fur? nished a pleasant disappointment. His pictures give one the idea of a dark vi saged, dyspeptic man, of hard face and unapproachable manners. On the con? trary, the original shows kindly eyes, a fair face and a mouth wreathed in a gen? tle smile. During the four hours spent in his presence this kindly smile and pleasing manner never left him. In his conversation, too, the same fact was no? ticed. Of those whose conduct in the war did not entitle them to his respect he spoke in terms of kindly interest, re? membering only the good that was in them. Mrs. Davis, whose social quali? ties will be remembered by the brilliant society in Bichmond, of which she was for three years the centre, looked in ex? cellent health. She is a stout lady, and her face shows at once decision and wo? manly character. In conversation she was quick, intelligent and extremely thoughtful, censuring none, mindful of those who had befriended her family in the days of trial and evincing great in? terest in the families of the men who had fallen for the Confederacy. OUT Or PUBLIC LIFE. Mr. Davis said that he had left the war behind him, and with it public life ; he courted the privacy of bis home, and did not intend to be drawn into contro? versial topics. Nevertheless he con? versed pleasantly on matters of a literary and philosophic nature, to which he do votes much study. Both Mr. and Mrs. Davis inquired affectionately of many Georgians whose memory they cherished. Mr. Davis'8 favorite author is Sir Wal? ter Scott. Among poets he regards By? ron the greatest. Moore is the perfection of harmony, while Burns expresses hu? man feeling. The three?Byron, Moore and Burns?make a complete combina? tion. Bulwer, amoug modern novelists, is perhaps the greatest. One more topic your correspondent takes the liberty of giving, since it shows Mr. Davis in the light of a close Bible student. Referring to the revised edi? tion, he did not see that the revisers had removed the few material errors which were to be found in the King James edi? tion, yet they bad made many changes which only shocked' the conservative conscience of Bible readers, while the change was productive-of no correspond? ing good in the text. A PEACEFUL OLD AGE. To put in a small space my impress? ions gathered at the two homes of Mr. Davis will require but a few words. Mr. Davis is 78 years old, in the best of health, cheerful, contented and hopeful. Mrs. Davis is also happy in the love of her husband and the sympathy which she receives from every man and woman in the South. They have two children, the eldest being the wife of Mr. Hayes, of Colorado, herself the mother of three. The second, Miss Winnie Davis, is at home, and a source of comfort and joy to her parents. Their home at Beauvoir is a charming retreat, retired from the bustle of the world, yet cheered by the visits of Northern friends, Southern sympathizers and Confederate veterans. Their home here, Brierfleld, is a long, single story white building, with wings at either end in the shape of a double T, with verandas between supported by heavy columns and painted entirely in white. There is a plantation of twenty four hundred acres, the richest of Missis? sippi bottoms, from which Capt. Hughes says sis hundred bales of cotton will be gathered this year. Mr. Davis generally visits this place twice a year t? look after his interests. Whether here or at Beau? voir, Mr. Davis is equally accessible to his neighbors?kind, gentle and courte? ous. He is a man of studious habits, at the same time devoted to the field. He rises about 9 o'clock in the morning, reads his mail and answers it, then de? votes the rest of the day to receiviug visitors, riding over the farm and enjoy? ing the works of nature. He is a skill? ful euchre player. When several neigh? bors drop in for the evening Mr. and Mrs. Davis both enter into the game with zest, and thus the hours are whiled away. The Surviving tieueral.?. The only two great commanders now living who faced each other in making the thrilling and crimsoned annals of the la?e civil war are Gen. William T. Sherman and Gen. Joseph E. Johnston. Grant met Lee, Joseph Johnston, Albert Sidney Johnson, Beauregard, Bragg and Pembertou in battle as chief command? ers, and of them Joseph E. Johnston,! Beauregard and Buckcer survive. Meade, who met the terrible shock of battle at Gettysburg, was borne to the City of the Dead within a short time of the* imposing pageant that committed the dust of Lee to the mother earth, and Thomas and Hood, who fought the last great battle, of the war at Nashville, both sleep the dreamless sleep of the dead. Sherman and Johnston alone re? main of the great commanders who locked horns with each other in the flame of battle. Their campaign from Chat tauooga to Atlauta, and from Atlanta to the sea was the most brilliant of the war, and they are the only two great command? ers who are left to ait down and talk their battles over, as they often do in the heartiest good fellowship. Of the- many commanders of the heroic Army of the Potomac, none remain, with the single exception of General McClellan. S:ott, McDowell, Burnside, Hooker, Meade and Grant, who in turn commanded that magnificent army, have all gone to join the great majority, and Longstrcet is tho only ono of Lee's great lieutenants who linger with tho living. Jackson, Hill, Ewell and Stuart, who were in the great conflict of tho Army of Virginia, rent with their great chieftain in the Old Do? minion. Joseph E. Johnston and G. T. Beauregard are the only surviving Con? federate commanders who led great arm? ies to battle, and they are whitened by the frost of time.?Philadelphia Times. ? The Columbia Record tells of two convicts who recently escaped from tho Twiggs camp in Abbeville. One of them lias turned up at the penitentiary, where he has three years to serve, and reported for duty, having passed through Laurens County where his home was. He says the man who escaped with him will be in in a few days. They simply decided that they would rather work in the penitentiary than on the railroad. ? Many of God's greatest workers have been esteemed by the majority of their gcueralion to be stark madmen. ? Mr. J. J. Loraax, of Abbeville. Baa one mule that will make bira twenty bales of cotfon this yoar, *\ . The Confederate Dond. m RlCHBURO, S. C, August V.O. To the Editor of The News anil Con 'er: Recently I wrote a short letter to S. L. Clemens (Mark Twain,) of Elmira, JN. Y., making inquiry about tbe burying ground of Confederate prisoners of war at Elmira, and herewitb I enclose you the reply: ~ Elmira, N. Y., August 11, 1885. Dear Sir: I have sent your letter to Brig. Gen. A. S. Diven, of this town, and asked him to give you the informa? tion desired, he being more competent to do it than I. Truly yours, S. L. Clemens. Elmira, N. Y., August 14, 1885. Mr. S. L. Clemens?Dear Sir: You may say to your Confederate friends that all the soldiers dying at the prison camp here were placed in coffins and buried in a plat of ground in the northeast corner of the Wood Lawn Cemetery. Head? boards, painted white with black letters, were placed at the head of each grave, giving date of death, name of regiment and company, and such data as could be... obtained of birth, nativity, &c. These graves were in parallel lines at equal distances apart. When these boards began to decay a careful survey of the plat was made and a map or dia? gram on which each grave was numbered and a record showing the inscription on tbe head-board belonging to each number, 30 that each grave could be identified. The head-boards were then removed .and the ground reduced to a perfect level, seeded, and has ever since been kept, in lawn carefully mown, receiving the same attention as the rest of the cemetery grounds. A few stones have been erected by friends at graves, and these at th floral celebrations always receive atten? tion. Yours, A. S. Diven. Now, as a Confederate survivor und having been a prisoner at Elmira-about one year, it affords me great satisfaction and pleasure to know that the graves of those dear old heroes are respected by our former foes. I was aware of .he manner in which the Confederate daS matter of honoring the memory of oV^; fallen braves by marking the sites f?$?V their burial places by suitable shifts or erecting monuments over our land ? Echo answers, No! no! If we, as individuals, are too poor to erect suitable shafts North over the graves of the Confederate prisoners, should not the Southern States have it done? Who will move in the work? J. T. Mabion. Suit for Custody of Children. About a year ago Mr. John A. Calla hara, a respectable citizen living in the upper portion of this "Cfr>?4?p>&ear^iS>s Anderson line, decided to move to Gecr gia. His wife had died a short time before, leaving him three children of/ very tender age, tho eldest beings on/ five years old. Before leaving for (""Tec gia, Mr. Callaham committed the cart rl these infants to their maternal gran- 3? mother, Mrs. Tucker. Having reside in Georgia some time, Mr. Callahai married again, and having a home pie pared to receive them, very naturallj^l desired the care and custody of his chii- ^ dren. But oh the other hand, Mi ?si Tucker's motherly affection had twiiji$>r very closely about these three little "bdjs, ) and she resolved not to permit them- to submit toihe rule of a step-mother, and the more effectually and securely to at? tain possession of them, she obtained-ly petition to the Probate Court., ofj^* County letters of guardianship for the persons and estates of these in The guardian actually and formal! pointed for the children was h James R. Tucker, who resides witJ Suit was instituted by the father ii Probate Court for the revocation of this guardianship, and in the Common Plets for the possession of the children^ ^n writ Habeas Corpus. Both -cass?; for trial on Wednesday of last wee proved to be both novel and inten?' The petitioner, Mr. Callaham, by his' torueys, Messrs. Calhouu & M alleged as grounds for revocation guardianship, we it of notice, abseucell^i jurisdiction in the Court, and anta ism of property interests between guardian and the wards. The lespjjj". dents were represented by W. H. Fai Esq., in the absence of Benet & Si and after a learned argument on. sides, the Court decided to revoki letters of guardianship as prayed the petitioner. The records sho no such case had ever before been in that Court, and neither the SJ of tbe State nor the decisions Courts threw any light on the case Habeas Corpus case was trieft Judge Cothran at chambers, 'MJl Calhoun & Mabry for Callaham,1; tioner, and W. H. Parker, Esq., for respondents. After hearing arj on Doth sides, the Judge decided children must be delivered to the father although it was hard to deprive the grandmother of her little motherless grandchildren, whom she naturally re? garded with so much affection. As soon as the decision was pronounced, a most affecting scene followed. The grajMpSg mother and her daughters clung to the little children, weeping bitterly. While all concurred iu acknowledging the legal right of tho father to the chil? dren, there was no one present who did not sympathize with the grief of tho ^ aged grandmother. The argument of the coun-'ol 0n either side was exhaustive! in both cases, and the case attracted much attention from the uovelty of the proceedings and the respectability of tiM?jj parties.?Abbeville Press and Banner. ^ Value of Cotton Seed Meal as Mannve. Will you be kind enough to anrfvvi one question of great importance self and ither farmers. If greet seed is worth twelve dollars per i is cotton seed nitM worth as? I have tried to have it answered] have failed.-W. M. W;J Yorkx Answer.?On this basis mentic ton seed meai is worth ?30 a ton. iug in a general way. It is/^ioii , difficult to compare whole cotton se. meal as mauure. When one desires 'v\ quick acting fertilizer, tho meal is tho better of the two. Wbere .% slower ac- " tion is desired, the whole seed are better. For instance, whole seed would be better ' than meal to plow in with small grain in - the FalV.wb.ile with Spring sowti oats' the meal would be better.?Southern CW--1 iivator. ?' A summer ro30rt circubAaj? "Nobody dresses here." A 8or/ 4/fr\ can watering place;