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BY E. B. MUEEAT & CO. ANDERSON, 8. C~ THUBSDAY MORNING, JANUARY 13, 1887. VOLUME XXII.- -NO. 27 N, if. G. CLDTKSCALES, Editor. Miss Carrie Watkins is doing a good . work at Denver. Her school is not large, hot is well managed and thoroughly taught. Her patrons are fortunate in securing her service*, and would do well to keep her as long as possible. -?fr We are glad to know that Miss Olivia Newton has again, taken charge of a school near her father's home. She has almost entirely recovered from her severe affliction, and will doubtless do as faith? ful work as she ever did in the school fdoia. . ? -fCtfe. Miss Nannie Hark ness, after a sojourn in Texas, returns to Aderson County, 8. 0., and is ready to take charge of some :*8chool in the county. Miss Nannie is well educated and did first class work as a teacher before she went to Texas. Any community would do well to employ her. Last Monday many of the teachers returned to theif Bchool-rooms with anxious hearts. They will be anxions to know how their pupils passed through the trials and temptations of the Christ? mas holidays. What have you done to "prepare your pupils for the pleasant re? creation of the holidays ? Did you warn them of the quicksands? Yoc will find it hard for'the first two or three days to get them to fix their, minds on lessons. See that your patience is equal to the emergency. Don't forget that yon were once a child. Yon may ntter a word now that would start some boy on an up? grade with momentum enough to take him through the year, or you may speak one word that will spoil a whole year's work. _ - The once stubborn preference for male teachers is fast giving way in this coun? try. Occasionally one hears the remark, "I want a man teacher; I don't want to send my boyb 10 a woman teacher." We do not hesitate to repeat what we have often said: The best work done in the schoolrooms of Anderson County is done by females. Our readers may believe us, or not, as they like, but we know where? of we speak. Many persons, especially those who classify teachers according to their number of pounds, avodupois, think a lady is unfit for the scool room because of her inability to whip bard enough. Without reasoning at all, they conclude that for that reason alone the boys will disrespect and disobey her. Facts do bot warrant such a conclusion. . The best ?regulated schools are not always taught :by.. men, fat or lean, strong or weak. ^Ehir;rod ia absolutely necessary in its place and sometimes is indispensable, the rod, indeed, may awe a boy and secure compliance with Medo-Persian rules and regulations, but it is only the tender sym? pathy and magnetic touch of a woman, 'that can secure that obedience which is worthy of the name?that which springs from'a love .for the excellence of the 8piritJn authority. Give a lady the sup? port of the patrons and she will control the.school. A child .that is controled at home, that obeys his parents because he loves them, will seldom give the teacher trouble. If many of those parents who are" constantly objecting to "woman teachers" would teach their children the great lesson of obedience at home before they reach the school age, the demand for "man teachers" would cease. In the North, the female teachers so far out? number the males, that all the school journals, in speaking of teachers, inva? riably use the pronoun "she" and "her," Patience is the one element that more than any other insures success in the school-rooms: where do you "find that element more distinctive than among females f_ ? . ?? ? . While the printer calls for copy, the lowing cheering letter of greetings to teachers of this county is haoded to us. In behalf of the Anderson Connty teachers, we send greetings to Miss Lelia, and wish for her a year of unusual pros. parity and happiness. This editor has a tender feeling for the grand old county in which Miss Lelia is laboring. About the only girl he ever courted in dead earnest lived in that county, and it gives him pleasant feelings to hear the word Orangeburg mentioned. But here is the letter: Dantzler, Oraugeburg Co., S. C. Jan. 1, 1887. Me. Editor : If you will allow me space in the Teachers' Column, I will send a few words of New Year'; greetings to' the teachers of Anderson County. Though in a remote county, I feel the deepest interest id my own native county. I prize the visits of the Anderson In? telligencer more than ever, and look forward to. its weekly visits with delight? the Teachers' Column and the locals, especially, are interesting to me. It was with a heavy heart that I left my home and county and came to dwell for a while, at least, among those who were entire entire strangers to me.' I am glad that I am contented in my new home and pleased with my new field of labor, and hope that my toil may not be in vain, and tbat I may see the results of my work. I am in a splendid community where the people are kind and try to make a stranger feel at home. Have a nice, new and capacious school room, conveniently arranged and well furnished with necessary apparatus, all of which is due to the unceasing efforts of onr good friend Dr. Dantzler, who is one of the leading men in the county. It was my privilege to attend the Conference of the M. E. Ci S., while it was in session in Orangeburg, and the first person I met on entering the .Church was our worthy School Commis? sioner, and indeed I was delighted to see him. I was honored several days since by a visit from Prof. Mellichamo, Principal of the Orangeburg High School, and also School Commissioner of this coun? ty; he is certainly an excellent man. He charmed both teacher and pupils by his kind and winning manners. He gave the children a short lecture, to which they listened with profound atten? tion ; he exhorted them to guard and feed well their youthful minds. His talk was>both animating and instructive; and I think, made a lasting impression on us all. He closed by saying to the children: "Yon have splendid advan? tages here add should make good use of them. You have a good school-room well supplied with everything necessary, and have. a good teacher." That, of course, was encouraging to me, and I in? tend to make myself worthy of the com? pliment. I spent my holidays in the City by the Sea, but words and pen are insufficient to express my enjoyment of that trip, especially my visit to Sullivan's Island and Mt, Pleasant, and the delightful ride on the water. When I beheld the grand old ocean, my heart was Glied with inex? pressible awe and reverence, and I felt like bowing in adoration to the Great Being who presents bo many grand and sublime objects for the human eye to look upon. We went to thesummit of Ft. Moultrie, where our great and noble Jasper acted his part so faithfully, and where our own soldiers fought so bravely. But it will take up too much time and space to speak of the different places of interest that I visited. On next Monday' I expect to resume my duties in the school-room with re? newed vigor and determination, I sin? cerely hope that this may be a year of unusual prosperity and success to you all. I expect to make it convenient to be with you all at tbe*hext meeting of the Normal Institute. With bent wishes I am, respectfully, Lelta Browne. Sold Himself as a Slave. Sitting at the Grand hotel last evening I heard one of the strangest romances of modern times?strange because it was true, says a writer in the Cincinnati Commercial Gazette. How do I know it was true? Well, the man who told it is one'of Ohio's wealthiest citizens and a man who does not tell what he is unable to substantiate. But to the story. As near as I now remember, it ran as fol? lows: In 1847 I was a steward on the Golden Age, one of the finest passenger boats that plied between Cincinnati and New Orleans. ' it was in the days before rail? roads and telegrams and when slavery was at its prime. Well, one day a strap? ping negro entered my office, just as we were about to sail, and asked me how 1 would like to go into a speculation with him that would make us a good deal of J money. I was young then and willing to do most anything to make money that was honest, and I told him to proceed with his proposition. "Well,'' he said, "it is as follows: I am as likely a negro as can be found in these parts. I am a free man. What I want to do is for you to take me to New Orleans and sell me into slavery. I am worth $1,500. You sell me and I will do what is right with you." His proposition took my breath away at first, it was so startling. "Do you want to go back into slave? ry ?" I asked, astonished. "No, indeed, I does not," he answered. "And yet you want to be sold ?" "Sure, sir, but I'se a likely nigger, and I'll soon be back on your hands again." I reasoned with the fellow in vain.. He knew no way of making money so easily as being sold. I hesitated to ap? pear in the role of slave dealer. I was opposed to slavery in every form, but as I thought over the subject I concluded there would be nothing wrong in selling the man, and at the last moment yielded to his wishes and took him with me. Upon arriving at New Orleans I at once proceeded to the slave market, which in 1847 was one of the principal business places of the city. I made my object known, aud the next afternoon I was informed the sale would take place. I gave Charley?that was his first name ?into the custody of the brokers and left the market. You can rest assured that I was on hand early the next day, and when Charley appeared I hardly knew him. He had been dressed up in a new planta? tion suit, and had a smart cap on his head.- His sleeves and trousers were turned up. The bidding was lively, and you can imagine my feelings, perhaps, as I saw a human creature sold like a horse, and knowing I was responsible for it. The auctioneers would ruu Charley up aud down the street like a horse, and the planters would feel of b'is arms and legs and ankles to see if there were any blem? ishes. When $1,400 was bid the man was declared sold to a prominent planter, who gave me $1,000 in cash aud a mort? gage for the rest. I can tell you it was not with the pleasantest feelings that I started out on the return trip, after hav? ing sold a fellow creature into slavery. Well, to make a long story short, on the third or fourth trip after that I was awakened one uight by a tap on my stateroom door, and was astonished to find Charley waiting on the outside. I took bim down the river with me and again sold him at Vicksburg. A month later he turned up again and I sold him at a private sale on the boat. Months rolled on and I had sold Charley at near? ly every port on the river, and then I commenced to trade him off and get boot money. I would then sell tbe slaves I traded for, or give tbem their liberty, whichever they preferred, but as my slaves were nearly all old men they chose to be resold. I ws doing a thriving bus? iness in tbe slave and had quite a name on tbe rivei. At tbe end of the year the mortgages began to fall due, and I collected them with great regulari? ty. I think I sold Charley fifteen times in all, and we divided $25,000 or $30,000 between us as the result of our business. A3 selling an escaped slave was agairot the law, and I had sold Charley fifteen times, we had to end our profitable in? vestment. "What became of Charley?" asked his friend. "He went to Canada for awhile, was ' % -re? married, and had quite a family. His name is Charles Fields, and he is now living at Lafayette, Ind., or at a town Dear there, and is a barber by occupation. What he did with bis money I do not know, but there are no times now like the old ones," and ihe speaker softly chuckled to himself, and the story was ended. ;BILL ARP Discourses on the Day we Celebrate. When I was a little boy, I had a great deal of curiosity; There was a kind, good-hearted blacksmith who kept a shop on the street, and I used to stop there and look at him work, and if he was upsetting an axe or laying a plow, I would watch him as he heated and ham? mered, and heated again, and then put borax on it and hammered again, and at every change I would ask, "Wbat did you do that for?" For awhile he hu? mored me and would explain in a simple way, but when he got tired of me, his reply was sure to be, "Oh, I did that just to please the children," and he would hammer away and hum a little tune, just as though I wasn't there. Well, he told the truth, though per? haps be didn't realize it, for be had a house full of little chaps and all his hard work was for them. That good old blacksmith was next to the best man I ever knew, and to this day I never think of him but what I call to mind that ex pression, * Just to please the children"? and every time I hear the clank of a hammer on the anvil, it seems to me to bo saying "pleasing tbe children, pleas? ing the children." Pleasing the children is about all tbat the majority of mankind are living for, though they dou't realize it and if they did they would hardly acknowledge it It is emphatically the great business of this sublunary life. We look ou with amazement at tbe busy crowds in the town and cities tbat are ever going to and fro, and the most of them are work? ing and struggling to please and main? tain children. It is the excuse for all tbe mad rush of business that hurries mankind through the world. It is the apology for uearly all the stealing and cheating and lying in the land. One time a man sold me a Poland China sow for ?15 and she eat up $5 worth of chick? ens the day I got her, and when I asked him why he didn't tell me she was a chicken eater, he smiled and said he thought I would find it out soon enough. He spent the money on his children and so I had. to forgive him. Sometimes when I ruminate upon the meanness of we grown up folks, I wish tbat tbe chil? dren would never get grown, for they don't get very mean or foolish until tbey do. Now the biggeet part of all this Christ? mas . business is to please the children. Of course there is service in the churches, and the good, pioun people celebrate the day in prayer and devotion, but most of it is for tbe children. The stores are thronged with parents hunting some? thing for them. The Christmas trees are for them, and all the dolls aud wagons and tea sets and pocket knives and harps and firecrackers and a thousand other things too numerous to mention. Why there will be five thousand dollars spent in this county this week for Christmas gifts. There will be half a million in the State. There will be twenty mill? ions in the United States, and it's nearly all for children. So, my young friends, you must understand how very impor? tant you are in this world's affairs, but you needen't get uppity nor bigoty about .it, for tbat spoils all tbe old folks' pleas? ure. Now, let us all imagine we are around the cheerful Christmas fire and talk about Christina* and tell wbat it means. Of course you know that it is the anni? versary of the birth of Christ, and all Christian people celebrate it. It is very common everywhere to celebrate birth? days. Americans make a big fuss over Washington's birthday because be was called tbe father of his country. My folks make a little fuss over my birthday and my good wife's birthday. They don't toot horns nor pop firecrackers, but they have an extra good dinner and fix up a pleasant surprise of some sort. We used to surprise the children with a little present like a pocket-knife, or a pair of Hcissorn, or sleeve buttons, or some? thing, but so many children came along that there was a birthday iu sight almost all the time, and as we got rich in children we got poor iu money and had to skip over Bometimos The 4'h of July was tbe birthday of a nation and so tbe nation always celebrated that day. Christians began to observe Christmas about 1,500 years ago at Jerusalem and Rome. They had service in the churches and made it a day of rejoicing. Iu course of time tbe young people rather lost sight of tbe sacredness of the day and the devotion tbat was due to the occasion, and made it a day of frolic and feasting. They sang hilarious songs, because they said tbe shepherds sang songs at Betbfehem. They made pres? ents to each other because they said the wise men from the east brought presents to the young child and its mother. They kept up their festivities all night because the Saviour was born at midnight. The Roman Catholic church has observed these annual celebrations for centuries, and the Church of England took them up, and bo did the Protestants in Germa? ny and other countries. Christians everywhere adopted them, and Christmas day became a universal holiday except among the Puritans of New England, who forbade it under penalties. They never frolicked or made merry over anything. In a great painting of the nativity by Raphael, the' is seen a shepherd at tbe door playing on a bagpipe. The Tyro leese who live on the mountain slopes of Italy always come down to the valleys on Christmas eve, and they come carroling sweet songs and playing on musical in struments, and spend the night in inno? cent festivities. A century or so ago there were many curious superstitions about Christmas. It was believed tbat an ox and an ass that were near by when the Saviour was born bent their knees in supplication, and so they said the ani? mals all went to prayer every Christmas night. Of course, tbey might have known better if they had watched all night to see, but when folks love a super? stition they humor it. If a child believes in ghosts they are sure to see them, whether they are there or not. Those old-time people believed that when the rooster crowed for midnight on Christ? mas night all the wizzards and witches and hobgoblins and evil spirits fled away I from the habitations of men and hid in caves and hollow trees and deserted houses, and stayed there for twelve days. Nations have superstitions just like individuals have them. The Persians had their genii and fairies; the Hindoos their rakshar; the Greeks and Eomans I had all sorts of wonderful gods and god esses, such as Jupiter, and Juno, and Hercules, and Vulcan, and Neptune, and they built temples for them to dwell in. The more learned and enlightened a people are the more sublime are their superstitions. The uncivilized Indians are mystified and "see God in clouds, and hear him in the wind." The native Africans come down to crocodiles and serpents and owls for their gods. Some of the negro tribes take a higher grade of animals and Bet their faith in brer fox and brer rabbit, as uncle Remus has told you. When I was a boy we could tell tbe difference in the negro character by tbe stories they told us in their cabins at night; and good negroes always told us funny cheerful stories about the tar baby, and the bear and the bee tree, and about foxes and wolves; but the bad negroes told us about witches and ghosts and Jack o'-lauters, and raw head-and bloody- bones. I used to listen to them until I didn't dare to look around aud I got up closer aud closer to tbe fire, aod when my brother called me I had to be carried to tbe houso in a negro's armB. But what about the evergreens, tbe holly and laurel and ivy and mistletoe and tbe Christmas tree. That is a curious histo? ry, too, and it all came from the poetry and romance that belongs to our nature. Evergreens have for ages been used as symbols of immortality. The victors returning from the wars were crowned witii them; chaplets of green leaves and vines were made for the successful unes at the alympic games. The poets of Scripture tell us of green bay trees and the cedars of Lebanon. Churches and temples have been decorated with them for centuries. Evergreens have always had a poetic prominence in the vegetable kingdom. We all love them, for they cheer us in midwinter when there are no other signs of vegetation to gladden our longing eyes. Tbe poet Southey wrote a beautiful poem to the holly tree, aod tells us of something that perhaps you never noticed. The green leaves have sharp prickly points only about five feet ?ove the ground and above that there are no prickly points to annoy you. These barbed leaves near the ground are to protect the beautiful tree from the cat? tle. Above the reach of the cattle the leaves are pointless and have beautiful red berries clustered among them. "But as they grow where nothing is to fear" "Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves ap? pear." Charles Dickens wrote a pretty song about the ivy that has been set to music: "A dainty plant Is the ivy green Creeping where no lire is seen." But the strangest history is about the mistletoe, that is neither a bush nor a tree, but is called a parasitic because it feeds on another plant. It is quite dain? ty, too, and has its favorite food. I never saw any on a post oak, nor a white oak, nor a sycamore, or poplar. The chestnut is its favorite in this region, but it is common to the Spanish oak and hickory and blackgum and persimmon. Once I found it on an apple tree. It is supposed that the birds transplant it by carrying the berries on their bills from tree to tree, and in trying to wipe the sticky Hubstance off upon the bark tbe seed get stuck to the tree and germinate. And this provokes me to tell you about the Scandinavians who settled northern Europe a long time ago. They had a mythology as romantic and wonderful as the Greeks. Tuny had an imaginary god called Wooden, and he was all pow? erful and was good to good people and terrible to bar] ones. He was believed to be the great creator of tbe heavens and the earth. Our Wednesday was named for him, and our Thursday was named for bis son, Thor, and our Friday was named fur bis wife, Friga. He had another son named Baldur, who was very wise and very eloquent and very beauti? ful, and he was bis mother's favorite child. One night Baldur had a bad dream. I reckon be bad eaten fried ham for supper. He dreamed he was going to die, and he felt so troubled about it that he told his mother, and she was greatly distressed and almost distracted. She was so much alarmed that she called all creation together, all the gods and god esses, and spirits, and all tbe seas and oceans, and rivers aod 'mountains, and hills and rocks, and trees and hushes, and all plants that grew on the ground and made them all take a solemn oath that they would not hurt Baldur or allow any b.vd spirit to use them to Bal dur's hurt. But, ala?, she forgot to swear the mistletoe. It was neither a tree nor a bush, nor was it a plant that grew on the ground, and so she overlooked it. Now, there was a very powerful old hag, whose name was Loki, and she was tbe goddess of malice. She hated every? thing and "everybody. 'She lived on bate; she had hate for breakfast and hate for dinner and supper. I know some people who I think must have de? scended from her, or have a few drops of her blood in their veins. When Loki saw that the mistletoe was not sworn she licked her tongue out with satisfaction, and then hunted up a blind idiot who was tremendously strong and she gave him a stout branch of mistletoe and led him to where Baldur was and made him throw it at him. Sure enough, it struck Baldur in the breast and made a hole in him and let his soul out, and be fell dead and his soul went down immediately to Hela, who was a powerful goddess and had charge of the souls of the dead. Her dominion was called Hell, and that is where we got that bad and ugly word. Baldur's mother was awfully desperate, and she sent her son Thor, who was the god of thunder, down to Hell to see Hela, and if possible, to persuade or frighten hei into giving back the soul of Baldur. Thor thundered terribly as he approached the infernal regions, and he made them tremble and sho^eand quake, and he took two great mountains and clapped them together, and alarmed Hela; and she finally agreed that if Thor could make everything weep and shed tears of sorrow for Baldur, she would give back his soul. Well, every? thing in all nature went to weeping. The heavens rained tears, and the tress wept, and tbe earth and the grass was covered with dew drops, but Loki, tbat mean old hussy, wouldn't shed a tear. The poor, innocent mistletoe shed floods of tears that were so full of pity the tears turned to white, pearly berries, and so the mistletoe has for centuries been re? garded as an evergreen of love and pity, and is mingled with tbe ivy and tbe lau? rel in our Christmas decerations. For a long time it was believed tbat a promise made under a mistletoe bough was sacred and would certainly be performed. And so it was a common custom for lovers to stand under it on Christmas night and make their marriage vows. When made that way, they did not care to break them for it was like breaking an oath before heaven. But Baldur's soul was not released, and all they could do was to bury his body with great and imposing ceremo? nies. Now, children, these superstitions are all fancy, as you know, and yet it is hu hum nature to love them. We are all fond of anything tbat is marvelous, espe? cially if it turns out well for tbe good. We love to read tbe Arabian Nights and we rejoice with Alibaba who outwitted the forty thieves, and with Aladdin who found tbe wonderful lamp. Just so we rejoice with Cinderella for marrying the prince, and we take comfort in it, although we know it never happened. It is human nature to want good to tri? umph over bad, and on this heavenly trait in our humanity is our goverment and our social system aforesaid. You know all about St. Nicholas and Santa Claus, and where that pleasant superstition came from, but the tradi? tions of the Germans about tbe good Knight Hubert are just as good, and, I think, are more stimulating to the chil? dren. Iu every village Knight Rupert comes out just after twelve o'clock, and nobody knows where he came from. He has a beautiful sleigh and four fine horses, all dressed up in silver spangles and silver bells, and be dashes around from house to house and calls out the mother and whispers something to her and she whispers something to him, and he bows bis bead and wags bis long gray beard and dashes away to the next house. You see he is going around to find out from the mothers which ones of ber chil? dren have been good and which ones, have been bad so as to know wbat pres arfts to bring and how many. If the good mother Bays sorrowfully, "Well, Knight Rupert, my Tom has not been a good boy ; be is not kind to bis sisters and he is selfish and has fights with other boys, and he won't study at school, but I hope he will get to be bettor; so please bring Tom some little thing, wou't you." She is obliged to tell the truth on all her children, and it goes very hard with ber sometime. So after Knight Kupert has been all around be drives away about dark and nobody knows where he went to. That night he bring* the presents while the children are all asleep, and sure enough Tom don't get anything. Now tbat is what they pretend to believe, but of course Knight Rupert is some good jolly fellow about town, and be is bundled up and disguised and cuts up just such a Ggure as old Santa Claus does in the pictures. The year is almost gone and all of us ought to stop a minute and think about how much good we have done since the last Christmas. How many limes we have tried to make our kindred happy? not only our kindred, but our nabors and companions. As I came out of tbe Markbam bouse, in Atlanta, one cold morning, two little dirty newsboys came running to me from opposite directions to sell me a paper. They are are not al? lowed to go innide the hotels to sell pa? pers, and so they stand outside in the cold and watch for the men to come out. One of these boys was a stout lad often vears, and tbe other wan a little puny, pale face, barefooted chap, and, although be was the farthest off, be got to me first. I said to tbe biggest boy, "Why diden't you run? You could have got here first." He smiled, and said, "I dident want to." "Why not?" said I. "Is that boy your brother?" "No, sir," said he, "but he's little, and he's been sick." Now, that was kindness that will do for Christmas or any other day. I gave them a dime apiece, and they were happy for a little while Children, if you can't do a big thing you can do a little thing like tbat. I wouldent let the little ragged newsboys get ahead of me. We keep Grier's almanac at our house. We get a good many almanacs from tbe merchants as advertisements, but Grier's is the old standard and is the one that is always bung by the mantle. If you have that kind at your bouse and will look at tbe bottom of the last p <ge to see what kind of weather we are to have this Christmas week you will find it put down this way: "Bo thanful for all the blessings you have enjoyed this year and try to do better the next." That is a curious kind of weather but it is mighty good weather. Bill Abp. A Terrible Accident. Fort Wayne, Ind., January 1.?At eight o'clock this evening tbe fast ex? press bound east under high speed, struck a sled containing twenty young people who were crossing the track of the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne and Chicago railroad, two miles east of this city, en route to a country residence for the pur? pose of of attending a dance. Miss Liz? zie Leppdr and Miss Tina Mincker, aged 17, were instantly killed; Miss Lottie Fix had her right leg broken. Miss L;z zie Kanning had several ribs broken. Miss Lena Haigbt bad an arm broken. ' Miss Emma Schular, a leg broken ; Miss Gusta Heyne, back badly injured ; Mm Lizzie Weibke and Miss Belle Bishop were badly bruised, and suffering from nervous prostration. The party was being driven by Byron Westromb, who saw the train approaching rapidly and was implored by the gentlemen to stop, but did not heed them. Tbe gentlemen jumped out but the ladies did not suc? ceed^ doing this until too late. The scene just after the accident was' heart rendering. A relief train was promptly sent to the scene with a corps of surgeons and the dead and wounded were properly cared for. An Awful and Fatal Crash of Trains. Baltimore, Jan. 4.?The officials of the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad state that a collision occurred at two o'clock this morning between tbe passenger train which left Baltimore at nine o'clock yes? terday morning and a freight train com? ing east. Engineers and firemen of both trains were killed, and a number of passengers in tbe forward car were injured. The collision occurred at Re? public, a village a few miles from Tiffin, Ohio. The headquarters of that Divis? ion is at Newark, Ohio. The accidjnt is attributed by officials here to a misun? derstanding of orders for the regulation of one or other of the trains. Tiffin, Ohio, Jan. 4.?The fast train on the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad at au early hour this morning collided with the east bound freight train near this city, wrecking both trains. Nineteen bodies have been taken from tbe wreck. More are injured. Three coaches de. stroyed. Physicians have gone to the scene from here. The weather is very cold. The thermometer is about two de? grees below zero. Tiffin, Ohio.?A fast train on tbe Baltimore and Ohio Railroad which left Newark yesterday for Chicago with five coaches and four sleepers, all well Glied with passengers, collided with the east bound freight seven miles east of this city about 4 o'clock this morning. The fast train was about fifty minutes late and was running at the rate of nixty miles an hour. Passing Republic, a small station, like a flash, they rushed along to a curve one mile west of that town, when suddenly tbe engineer saw a freight train under full head way wi thin one hundred yards of him. He at once applied brakes and reversed bis engine, but it did no good, and the next instant the crash came, telescoping the coaches and piling them upon each other. To add consternation to tbe horrible scene fire broke out in tbe smoking car and soon spread to tbe other cars. Many were killed outright, while others wedged in among the broken cars were slowly consumed by the flames. The screams of the wounded and dying were heartrend? ing, but no assistance could be given until a farmer, awakened by the crash, came, and with other neighbors worked like beavers to save the perishing. At this writing nineteen dead bodies have been recovered, and they lie horned and disfigured in the snow beside tbe wreck. Help was sent from Republic and this city as soon as the news was received. It is a fearful sight and recalls the Ash tabula horror of the winter of 1877. It is im? possible to give the names of tbe killed and wounded at this time. Tbe cause of the disaster is as yet unknown. The passenger was running sixty miles an hour. The freight eastward boimd had expected to make the siding at Re? public and was probably making thirty miles per hour, and running in opposite directions on the same track caused a telescope as clean and disastrous as has ever been witnessed. The engines were run into each other as one stove pipe fits into its male and all that could be s ien was a mass of brass, iron aud steel. At an early hour there were hundreds of people coming to the scene of the disas? ter ready and anxious to do what they could, but it appears that just as soon as the Baltimore & Ohio agents could get to the wreck they carried out of the county the wounded, dying and dead. It is believed that there were at least 22 bodies burned beyond possible recogni? tion. From the report of survivors it would appear that a number of the un? fortunates were so thoroughly burned that their remains could not be gathered from the debris. Only three survivors remain at Republic. These are Mrs. Mary Posthlethwaite and two young children. Her hu-band and two sous, aged 11 and 18, were killed. They were emigrating from Belton, Wetzel Couui;y> W. Va., to Chillicothe, Mo. In some way, even tbe mother was unable to relate bow, she got out of the car in which she had been traveling, and wand -ring away from the burning train, carrying her two youngest children in her arras, en? tered tbe first hou!>e in which she found light. She was almost crazed and with difficulty her name was ascertained. Express Messenger, W. Scott Price, of Wheeling, W. M. Frederick, of Wash ington, fireman of the express, and F. C. Barkley, of Washington, were among tbe killed. The total-number of passen? gers was 65. The smoker was entirely consumed and all the passengers in it were killed. All mail and express mat? ter was destroyed. Charles P. Toll, of Detroit, says at 2:15 this morning he was awakened by being thrown violently from his berth. The train consisted of express, baggage car, one coach and two sleepers. One coach telescoped into tbe baggage car so com? pletely that the two cars were crushed into the space of one. The sleepers did not leave the track. The telescoped cars caught fire from the stove and tbe pas? sengers, living and dead, were imprisoned in the shattered wreck. The engineer and fireman of the freight train leapei and saved themselves before the collision. Tbe engineer of the express, named Eastman, had a leg broken and sustained a severe wound in the shoulder. His fireman was caught between the engine and tender and died in a few minutes. The baggage m?:n of the express was thrown through the roof of his car, escaping with a broken leg. Tbe expres3 meisenger, who was sitting beside him, was killed instantly. No one in tbj sleepers was injured. Among tbe pas? sengers in the sleeper were Mrs. Fish, of Joliet, 111., sister of Gen. Logan, and her son Charles. The shock was so terrifi o that farmers in the neighborhood toolc it to be an earthquake and were soon at the scene of the wreck. In the confusion of the wreck a hot dispute arose among the train men as to responsibility for the disaster. It appeared that the freigh; train was running on the time of the ex press. The engineer was heard to re mark that he had left the last siding; with only thirty pounds of steam, and on an up grade east of Tiffin his engine "went back on him" and tbe train stalled. No danger signals were sent ow: ahead, and the express, running at ful l speed down grade and around the curve., had no warning of tbe danger, until ai instant before tbe collision. Religion in War Time*. At tbe banquet giveu Saturday night in honor of Judges Key and Trewhitt, Col. Lewis Shepherd made a request seconded by aU of the gentlemen present, that Mr. Templet?, of the Knoxville bar, who was present, an incident which occurred during the war in north Geor? gia. Mr. Templeton kindly consented, and related the following in a most effec? tive and touching manner, elicting tbe most generous applause at bis conclus? ion : "My faiber," said Mr. Templeton, "resides in Chattanooga, but about tbe time tbat Sherman made his way into the South be refugeed in Georgia, and stopped in Gordon. He was a preacher, and wherever he went be always preached whenever an opportunity afforded. "About tbe time tbat Sherman was driving Johnston toward Atlanta, some time in the early part of August, 1864, my father was conducting a revival at a little house called Pine Creek church, about ten miles from Calhoun. The limes were most terrible about then; murder, robbery and rapine were of dai? ly occurrence, and the whole country was subject to visitations by marauding par? ties from both armies. One day the old gentleman was preaching a sermon of unusual power, and before he had gotton well under way a gang of Confederate soldiers rode up and, dismounting out back of tbe church, asked if they might be admitted to the church. Of course tbey were cordially invited in, and took prominent seats in the church. "Not long afterward a cloud of dust was seen in the road from the opposite directiou to what the Confederates bad come, and pretty soon the tramp of hor ses' hoofs was heard, and it was soon discovered that it was a squad of Federal troops, and before the Confederates in the church could be apprised of tbe approach they had ridden up to tbe door. Perceiving that religious services were being held, tbey alighted and asked to be admitted. Tbey were then told that there were Confederate soldiers in the church, but insisted on going in and they were admitted likewise. "Naturally tbe strange spectacle creat? ed some consternation in tbe congrega? tion, and for a time it seemed as if the confusion would break up the meeting. But my father raised his voice and began most fervently to plead a better life, beseeching his soldier hearers to become religious and abandon their sins. He preached with unusual force and power, the strange scene lending him inspiration. Strong men were stirred to tbe depths and wept like children, and tbe scene of confusion was fooo changed to one of strong religious awakening. "When he had concluded his sermon, as was the custom in tbo-e days, he invi? ted those who were convicted to come forward to the mourners' bench and pray and talk with him on the all important subject. "Then it was that one of the grandest sights ever witnessed occurred. Those soldiers, enemies to each other, engaged in a bloody war, arose as one man, friend and foe together, and marched to the front of the church and kneeled together, Confederate by Ftderal, their muskets joining and crossing each other; their revolvers touching each other as they kneeled ; their heads bowed upon tbe same altar and there mingling almost in their deep contrition and profound feeling. All animo-uties were forgotten, all strife forgotten?they were together as brothers around a common altar.' "After the service tbey met on the outside of tbe church ; they shook hands, pledged fraternity, and each party went off, taking opposite directions. They bad been looking for each other perhaps with murderous intent. Tbey found each other, but tbey separated with love in s'ead of hate friendlv instead of angry." The recital of the story was listened to with marked attention and interest, every one being deeply impressed with the beautiful incident, which is true in every detail.?Chattanooga Times. A Gigantic Frond. A large number of colored people around Ft. Mill and Rock Hill have been the victims recently of a gigantic fraud. Two weeks ago, a white man and two colored men made their apper ance among the darkies in a-.d around Ft. Mill, and representing themselves as agents for tbe American Colonization Society, stated tbat they were authorized to take all the colored people to Liberia. The terms upon which the colored people weie to receive transportation were as follows: Every family was to pay $5 and individuals $1.50 each. For this sum, it was represented, they would re? ceive through passage to Liberia. The "agents" did a thriving business, and gave each person a little piece of red card board, which, they represented, would secure them a ticket to Liberia upon presentation to the ticket agent at Ft. Mill. Monday last was the day set for the exodus to take place, and befcre noon on that day 38 families of oltred ppople and about 200 single individual were camped at the depot, waiting for the train. They deluged the ticket agent with little red strips of card board, but the agent was uuable to receive the strips, and could give the deluded people no encouragement whatever. In the meantime their expected excursion train failed to arrive, and nobody could tell anything about the representatives of the colonization society. About 1,000 of these poor people have been encamped at Ft. Mill, and at last accounts were there yet. They are in destitute circumstances, having sold out everything they had to secure money t) aid them on their journey. It is said they paid tbe "agents" alto? gether $1,500 in cash for the red strips.? Chester Bulletin. ? It is said that the MaBon cotton har? vester will be put on the market in time for next year's crop. The price will not be less than three hundred and fifty nor more than five hundred dollars for a harvester that will gather four thousand pounds a day. The price will not be definitely fixed uutil tbe cost of manufac? turing is accurately ascertained. ? A cloudless sky never produces a good harvest. Logans' Color. Tbe story of tbe Logan ancestry and of how General Logan inherited or acquir? ed bis appearance of having Indian blood in his veins has never been pub? lished, never correctly, at least, and is quite interesting. General Logan's aunt, Mrs. Margaret Fhelps, the sole sur? vivor of that generation, a bright and wonderfully intelligent old lady, says that her father and family emigrated from county Monagham, Ireland, 1793. Her father, John Logan, was then a child of five. Her grandfather, who was one of tbe Scotch Presbyterian settlers of Ulster, lived to be 118. The family first settled in Maryland, and then moved to Ohio. Her father was a 6tock breeder, and her brother John, General Logan's father, often made journeys South to sell stock in New Orleansand other cities. On one of these trips he met the widow of a Frenchman named Laramie, one of whose son Fort Laramie is named after. The widow was half Indian, half French ?beautiful, well educated and wealthy. She was considered a great catch, and suitors came from far and near, but John was tbe successful one. When John married he induced his father and family to move to Jackson county Mo, where some of bis wife's property was located and where she lived. By this wife Dr. Logan had one child, a girl. Logan had picked up some medical training in vari? ous places, and, it is said got a degree during one of his stays at Natchez, Miss. Dr. Logan's wife died before 1820?the exact date is not known?and he subse? quently married Elizabeth Jenkins. General Logan was the first child by the second marriage. Dr. James Robarts, of Carbondale, a warm friend of Gen. Lo? gan and his father, and an old-time political opponent of Dr. Logan when he was running for the State legislature in the thirties, comes into the story at this point, for Dr. Robarts is authority for the curious tale. "It is a physiological fact," says Dr. Robarts, "that the first child by a second marriage frequently resembles the de? ceased wife or husband to an extraordi? nary degree. General Logan's case is the most wonderful illustration of this fact ever heard of. The general's father, Dr. Logan, was rather dark, but not so swarthy, while his mother was blue eyed and fair haired. Yet General Logan, strange as it may seem, inhe; .ed the In? dian features and crmplexion of Dr. Lo? gan's half breed wife who died several years previously. Tbe first Mrs. Logan was beautiful, as those half breed women often are, and was comparatively fair, much fairer, indeed, than her daughter, General Logan's half-sister, or than the General himself. Tbe grandchildren of the General's half-sister, by tbe by, liv? ing here in Carbondale, show strongly marked traces of their Indian descent through down to the fourth generation." ?Chicago Tribune. The Chinese Diffusing Themselves Over Many Parts of the World. "People have little idea," said A. R. Shattuck, who arrived in New York from Canton last week, "bow rapidly the pas? sion for emigrating is growing in China. The whole southern Asiatic coast and many of the Pacific islands are filling with Chinese. In spite of our prohibi? tory laws not a few Chinese manage to smuggle themselves into our country, and tbey are fairly swarming in many places where nothing is done to keep them out. "In 1871 only a few thousand Chinese lived in Singapore. To day the new China Town is tbe feature of tbe place. Singapore has now 86,000 Chinese resi? dents, and last year 150,000 Chinese landed in the city on their way to other parts of tbe coast. Cochin Chin which is now a French province, is . n.pidly filling with Chinese. Here, as in all other parts of the south coast of Asia, the Chinese excel the natives in intelli? gence, education and business qualifica? tions. They assert their superiority in many ways, and treat most of tbe natives as tbeir inferiors. In Cochin China the Chinese merchants have absorbed the greater part of the trade. They can beat the natives selling their own products* and many of them are rich. "In Australia the Chinese are growing in numbers. They control the trade of tbe Gilbert Islands, and are gaining ground in Hawaii. In many of tbe Pacific Islands, like Fiji, where there is considerable trade, a visitor is likely to see a group of Chinese before his eye lights on a native. The Chinese are overrunning Bramab, and there is a large colony of them in Mandalay. A large party of traveling Chinese merchants who were on the road in Burmah a few weeks ago, were mistaken by the British troops for Decoits. Tbe soldiers fired upon them and several poor fellows were killed. "Tbe increasing migration among the hordes of China is one of the most inter? esting signs of the times. The Mongo? lians are gradually diffusing themselves over a large part of the world?a fact that deeply concerns many nations, and is al?o indicative of the great changes going on in China, from which emigra? tion would have been impossible years ago."?Brooklyn Times. That Odd Skin Complaint, Philadelphia, December 27.?Dr. J. V. Shoemaker of this city, when shown a newspaper article giving tbe alleged wonderful case of a negro man and woman who had turned from black to while aud whose transformation could not be explained, s.tid : "It is not an un? common skin disease and is known as lencoderma. la white people the skin turns a milky white, but it is more noticeable in colored persons of course, owing to the contrast with the dark skin. The change of color is caused by the de? struction or rather absorption of pigment, which is not formed again and is not painful. The disease can only be cured when it is attended at the very start. It is not fatal, and the only bad effect is tbe deformity or piebald color it causes. It is quite common among the negroes in the South, where it ia often produced by malaria." ? An Edge field paj.er ?vi^hes a tax to be levied on d< gs, bachelors ani widow? ers without children. A CHART FOR THE NEW YEAR. Some Tilings that should be Done In this Year of Grace. Slop writing it 1886. Stop whistling airs from tho "Mikado," unless by special request. Stop wearing giraffe bonnets in au? dience?. Stop telling ultra-venerable stories. . Stop telling fresh stories whose point can only be apprehended by tbe aid of a doubleconvex .'eis. Stop shirking your political duties. Stop neglecting to return borrowed books. Stop indulging in more than one hundred pounds of self-conceit to the square inch. Stop subscribing to the theory that a workman is known by bis poker chips. Stop tarrying at tbe flowing bowl or other flowing receptacle for alcoholic stimulants. Stop supposing tbat tbe world could not get along fair to middling without you. Stop fighting the inevitable. Stop looking at the dark side of life. Stop giving way to fault-finding. Stop furnishing your friends with tbe minute particulars of your bjdily ail* moots. Stop taking pessimistic views of men, things and the theory of tbe universe. Stop working too hard. Stop workingtnot hard enough. Stop going out between the acts for the aromatic clove. Stop writing to famous people for their autographs. Stop procrastinating. Stop sending to newspapers "something I've just dashed off and haven't stopped to correct." Stop informing your conscience that white lies or any lies shade off from the blonde don't count. Stop using language unfit for publica? tion to your telephone when you are unable to catch the other fellow. Stop believing tbat you could give all the correspondents points on foreign poli? tics. Stop telling a busy < man "I know you're busy, so I'll only keep you a minute," as a prelude to an hour and a hairs attempt to talk his arm off. Stop being so engrossed in money making as to have no time to be public spirited. Stop fiattering yourself that yon thor? oughly understand the Irish question. Stop investing your hard earned say? ings in another man's game. Stop striving to earn your living by toe sweat of race horses, lottery tickets or stock gambling. ? :.v|^ Stop laying the unction to your soul that you can brush your hair so tbe bald spot won't show. Stop discussing Hamlet's madness, the perso.-i .?!ty of the XVIIth Louis, tKd difference between tbe old and new school Presbyterian Church, tbe probable date of the arrival of tbe millennium, and the best way to dress a lettuce salad. Stop casually reminding your wife oi your mother's method of making mince pies. i Stop entertaining the impression ?u? apples haven't tbe flavor they used/tjj have. / Stop boasting of bow practij long enough to find out.; merely narrow. Stop over-eating and under exe Stop casting motes out of. tbe relatives, friends and acquaintances! you are convinced that there are beams enough in your own to start alur. ber yard. Stop entertaining tbe impression that any year of the past was a better, year than this year. Stop envy, hatred, malice and all up> charitableness. Mr. Becclicr on Probation. 1 Mr. Beecber preached in Plymouth Church Sunday upon the early and spirit? ual stages of Christ's life. "Men are op in arms," he said "over the problem o( probation after death. What a schoolboy question 1 What* quickaninny matter 1 We shall find aftW tbat we are all imperfect; that death is but a step forward in the great life. Ovfi beyond tbe grave God is preparing ] for us. We may be fitted for this ] but there are changed conditions the which we must conform. That we, be taught at some intermediary placj some half way house between this woif r id final immortality, there is no doubfc People say they want proof of this, bo?l cannot give it. Therefore I am noVl theologian, for they know everything. \ "There is another thing that I conoot prove, but which I firmly believe. Tlifii world Is not the only live world. The others are not all lazy, and they will sera their people into the kingdom of Gc They will not be like us. God bar limited his fertility to the making of/ But what will these multitudes of p be like ? Tell me if you can "We must kill the old idea of me ical dying, after which a man goes-j to heaven, perfect aud angelic U not a place where angels stand j like wax figures and sing ballelujufl "Death is the swelliug of a seed wJfich lay upon this earth; it is the bursting of a bud in April; it is the entering nr. Summer; it is the going out of a pria house. Christianity, after 2,000 ought to have taught men that it is j to everlasting peace. Don't dra| hero in black, or tbe dead child iu i hues. If you know of some who has gone to bis death, pat on for him; but don't wear it for your i or mother, or child. You say yoa^ better in mourning. Perhaps yotj but you should not." ? Fred W. Shulor of Vances,' burg County, the white man whoJ taken from his house and thrashed time ago for marrying a colored wor and who promised to leave the Count) by the first of January, has kept his and skipped for parts unknown. ? "Mr. Jones," said little Jo! that gentleman, who was mi afternoon call, "can whisky talk?" y[ my child ; how can you ask such a < tion?" "Oh, nothing i; only whiskey was beginning to