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BY CLINKSCALES & LANGSTON. ANDERSON, S. C THURSDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 17, 1891. VOLUME XXVI.- -NO. 24 0 _-""?saBi^_ v WATCH THIS ADVERTISEMENT. 1FE are'opening up a BARGAIN COUNTER, upon which we will always keep **?* JAS. p. GOSSBTT & CO.. Under Hotel Shiquola, Anderson, 8. 0. AND f A SUPERB LINE OF Breech and Muzzle Loading1 Shot Guns. * p REPEATING and SINGLE SHOT X Jfc?1 X?i 3EE3 &E? X PISTOLS and CARTRIDGES of ALL KINDS. Our Stock Simply Immense. r: Our Prices astonishingly Low, OF EVERY DESCRIPTION. MACHINE SUPPLIES, AGRICULTURAL IMPLENENTS, AND MACHINERY. Never, have we been so well prepared to meet the de? mands of the Trade and satisfy our customers. SULLIVAN HARDWARE CO, ANDERSON, S. O. STJLLIV?S HARDWARE CO., ELBEBION, GA, DON'T FAIL TO VISIT DEALERS IIV DRY GOODS, CLOTHING, BOOTS AND SHOES, STAPLE;AND FANCY GROCERIES, FRUITS and CONFECTIONERIES. We are seUing Goods CHEAP, and will treat you right. Give tis a call. Yours truly, E. W. BROWN & SONS. for infants and Children. "Csstorla Is so well adapted to children that Castorf? cures Colic, Constipation, IwcOTunenditaiBuperiortoonyprescrlp?oa ?oj? Stomach, Diarrha'*. Eructation, ,_. _ ? _ V ?._\t tx Kills Worms, gives sleep, and promotes dl kaorntome." H. A. Azcbxz, M. D., gestionT^ ill 6a Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. T. Without injurious medication. The Cextaub Cokpant, 77 Murray Street, X. Y. FALL AND WINTER MILLINERY I CHEAP AIVD BEAUTIFUL. THOSE who have an eye for the beautiful should take c peep at my line of MILLI? NERY. I am prepared to furnish you wMi the? LATEST STYLES AND LOWEST PRICES. Have iust opened a furl line of FANCY FEATHERS, WINGS, RIBBONS, and all material required to make a stylish Hat. J i MISS IGLEHA.RT, a Northern Milliner, has just returned from Baltimore with fresh ideas for the Pall trade. She will bo pleased to show my Goods, and will do all in her power to please her customers. Give her a trial and be convinced. My Stock of DRY GOVl>H is complete, and I invite you to call and examine them fof?fe buylDg. But don't forget me when you want a Hat. 'jL'('tjJSP? Those Indebted to me are earnestly requested to come promptly and settle, t Thankful for pant patronage I solicit a continuance of same. MISS SALLIE BOWIE. TeJ??heJr^'Column, AH communications intended for thieOolumn should be addressed to 0. WARDLAW, School Commissioner, An? derson, 8. C. ? MEMOEY GEMS. "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men." "For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Ohrist the Lord." CHRISTMAS. Ohristmas 1b the day observed by Christians, and others now, as the birth? day of Christ, the Saviour. Just how the 25th of December came to be ob? served as Christmas is not very certainly known, but it is sufficient to know that sudh is the case. The first certain traces of the observance of Christmas, are found about 180?192 A. D. during the reign of the Emperor Commodus. It was first observed only by Chris? tians, who would assemble on that day at their places of worship, and in worship celebrate the birthday of their blessed Lord and Master. We could not suppose for a moment that these early Christians regarded this as a fit occasion to get drunk, overeat themselves, and innu? merable other ways commit sins. No, Christmas is surely not the day for sin, but it is a day of joy and should be observed so as to be as full of pleasure as possible, but not full of sin and vice. It is a woeful disrespect to our Saviour to celebrate a day as his birthday by drunk-, enness and all manner of sins. Our song should be "Gloiy to God in tbe highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men." Notice, please, it is "Glory to God in the highest, (not sin against him,) and on earth peace, (not riot and murder and disturbance of the peace,) good will toward men, (not envy, strife and wreaking revenge.) It is a day to praise God, and not a day set apart for Bins. It is a very appropriate time to give gifts to others, and especially the poor, for we celebrate this as tbe day on which God made his richest gift to the human race; to poor lost man, who was under eternal condemnation without power of escape. On tbe day Chris'; was born in the manger God gave to all men a Saviour, if they will accept him. Teach the children to observe Christmas with becoming love and respect to God. THE VEEY BEST THING. By R. D. Recitation for a little girl in third year of tehool. Once on a time, a sweet little girl, Sat close to grandmother's knee, Trying to plan for her Christmas gifts As busy as she could he. She had very many friends to love, But her purse was very small; How could she make thoso fow pennies buy Enough to gladden all. So the little face more sober grew, The chattering tongue quite still, Till grandma said ''What's the matter dear, Are you tired or feoling ill?" Then into grandmother's lap she climbed And nestled her curly head; Sho told her troubles with tearful eyes, And this was what grandma said: "Love is the vory best thing in the world, Of that you have a large store; You may give and give and givo and give, And always have plenty more." And so the pure gold will far outweigh The prettiest gilded toys, So is the dear love of friend for friond Most procious of Christmas joys. Little willing feet and helpful hands, Obeying with smiling face, Mongthe Christmas gifts to doar mamma Will have tho very first place. A LETTES TO SANTA CLAUS. By L. P. Armitage, Sagus, Mass. (Excitation for third year.) Dear Santa Claus: I write to you, To ask you to remember A boy who lives in our street. When you como, next December. He is a good boy, Santa Claus, He's better far than I; Once when I hit my sister Kate So hard it made her cry. He said to me, "Why, Jimmy Hart! How could you hurt her so ? I'd nover treat my sister thus, But always kindness show." He's always good when he's in school. And always kind at play. And when he's out of school ho helps His mother, every day. His father died a year ago, And they are very poor. Last Christmas when 1 showed my gifts (I had ten, I think, or more). I said, "Now Harry, show to me Your books ana all your toys." He said, "Oh Santa Claus is not Acquainted with poor boys." So I would like to introduco My dear friend, Harry Gray, And will you not remember him On the next Christmas day ? And if you havo not toys enough, Thon why not pass tho door, This year, of those who have so much, And givd some to the poor? Tbe Epitaph Suited Dim. City Prrsocutor, Stephen A. Douglas, tells this story of an experience he had in Charleston, S. C, just after the war: He used to make himself useful to tbe colored freedmeo by writing letters for them, sayt the Chicago Press. He was thus engaged one day when a darkey came to hira and said : "Massa DouglaB, I wants you to do me a favah. I'se a getting my tombstone ready afore I die, 'case you see, ! I doan do it I doan get no tombstone. I ju8t want you to write 80d13 'acriptiou to put on it." "All right, Sam," says the lawyer; "what shall I say." "0, yoi just make up something yo'self, Massa Douglas. It'll be all right, sah." Mr. D< ugla* took some paper and wrote >n 1 irge letters: "I didn't come hero for to do no harm." That w?s all, and it ^as enough, evi? dently, for the darkey went off highly satisfied a id had it carved on the stone be had bo ight. The stone is now stand? ing in the Charleston cemetery, and the epitaph iu one of the curiosities of the place. ? Our experience covers many ills, many pillfl and many bills. Our ills aro smaller, our pillsnrosmaller and our bille are smaller when wo uso Do Witt's Littls Early Risers. W?hlte & Wilhite. BILL ABP Says Every man Owes nii Ancestors. Atlanta Constitution. Dr. Jonson 8aid to Boswell that every man was in debt to his ancestors. - In debt for science and art, discovery and invention, for improved methods of ag? riculture and better modes of living, for history and poetry and romances, and a thousand things too tedious to mention. And as we cannot pay the debt to those who are gone before we Bhould pay it to those who are to come after, pay it to posterity. "Therefore," said he, "every man should do something for the comfort or the pleasure of those who survive him. He Bhould write a boot or preach a ser? mon, or plant a tree,, or a vine, or leave behind him a good example." I was ru? minating about this when I saw the bushels of apples that were gathered from the trees I planted many years ago, and that will continue to bear long after I am dead. So much for that. It is not uncommon nor is it generally unselfish. For forty years I have been planting trees and vines to please Mrs. Arp and her posterity, and my debt on that line is paid. And now I have written a book and the Constitution Publishing Company has placed it before the public for better or for worse. Mrs. Arp told me a long time ago that some of my letters were better and some worse, and so in making up this book I invoked her better judgment, and she says she tried to winnow the wheat from the chaff, but as there was not quite enough wheat to make a book, some chaff will be found in the pages. "However," said Bhe, "I think the beau? tiful cover will make up for that. It is the binding that sells a book nowadays. It lookB so pretty on the parlor table." "Just so," said I. "I have observed that it is fine dressing that makes the lady. It doesn't matter what her contents are provided she is gilded and garnished on the outside." Mrs. Arp looked at me with one of her looks, and I continued my broken remarks by Baying : "I allude, of course, to those fashionable society ladies who are stuffed and padded at the milliner's until you can't tell whero cot? ton ends and flesh and blood begin." "What business have you to know?" said she. "None?none at all," said L "It's all hearsay, ?.nd it may be a mistake?a slander. Women love ornament by na? ture, and I love to see them arrayed in beautiful garments that come high and hang low. If I were rich you Bhould wear diamonds and pearls and dress in silk velvet and Siberian furs, but I am not rich. I don't like to see ladies dress finer than you do, but still I don't con? sider it a bid for a woman to dress fine and wear jewelry if she can afford it. You remember that Isaac sent Bebecca a pair of earrings that weighed half a Bhekel each and cost about seventy-five cents." "Extravagant lover 1" exclaimed Mrs. "And do you know," I continued, "that the fields are dressed with flowers and the heavens with stars and the birds with plumage." "Yes," said she, "the male birds are very fine?the rooster and the peacock, for instance. The bens have to go in their every-day clothes and do all the work and ecratco for the chicks, while the malea go strutting around in their fine clothes and do nothing." This unex? pected comparison upset me for a mo? ment?Mrs. Arp always upsets me in an argument. But I rallied to my position and said: Juxt so, just so; exactly, and it is because birds of the earth earthly, and bo is a man, but woman was not made out of dust; she didn't evolute from the animal?Dame Nature finished up with her and quit? "Her 'prenticed band she tried on man, And then she made the lassos, oh." Mrs. Arp smiled one of her smiles and said: "That will do now. Burns wrote beautiful poetry and loved all woman? kind. If he had been faithful to one it would have been better for him and for her. But what about your book? Do you expect to mike any money out of it, or are you just publishing it for fame or for fun ?" ",A little money," said I, "a little fame and some fuu. You know that the au? thor of a book don't get much money. I hope to realize 25 cents a copy, and to sell enough to keep you in missionary money. One copy a week will do that, won't it?" She never Baid anything. She seemed to be reading a paper?the missionary paper. She must have read something tender and pathetic, for suddenly she looked at me and remarked : "Well, I hope the book will sell and bring you enough money to make you easy and comfortable. If the people like your letters I should think they would like the book, for your best ones are all in there, and the illustrations holp out the stories. 'Uncle Tom Barker's Fight with the Blacksmith' is a splendid story, and so is the 'Sorrel Hair' and the 'Chapter on Music' and the 'Savannah Cousin' and the 'Georgia Cracker' and you driving the carrylog. Any one of them is worth the subscription price. I have half a mind to take an agency myself and sell the book. It looks hard for the author to get only 25 cents aud the agent who sells tho books get more, but I suppose that is business." "It is hard on the book agents, too," said I, "for tbey get none of the fame and none of tho fun and are never invi? ted to stny to dinner." She continued to comfort mo with hopeful remarks and some critical praiso of my random literature and a tender re? minder that "Anno Domini" was gaining on us both, and soon, very soon, we would have to lay down the needle and the pen and depend on others for a support. And then she began to talk about Carl and Jessie and wondered bow many days they could stay when they came home Christ? mas. She soon became reconciled when the other children left us, but she can't give up these two?the last of the litter. It nearly breaks her heart. What in tense, anxious interest did theFe mothers feel in the daily accounts of little Julia Stovall's case. "Who do you wish to have her," said I. "I don't know," said my wife. "I feel so sorry for both the aunts. I know how they love her. I do wish it could be so ;that Julia would divide her time with them. I wish they would all make friends just for the child's sake." And so when I came home with the morning paper and saw her look of en? quiry, I told her it was all settled just aa she wished, and everything was calm and serene. I think she rejoiced almost as much as the little girl's kindred. "I wish," said Bhe, "that every motherless child had an aunt bo loving and bo able to care for her and bring her up to wo? manhood. There is many an orphan that nobody wants and nobody will take except Dr. Jacobs, at the Thornwell Or? phanage. We must sond those children a nice Christmas box this time. There isn't a member of our Church who can't put in something?-something to wear or some books to read. Our own grandchil? dren may be left as poor and pitiless some day, and maybe what we do for orphans now will be paid back to them. There is an awful responsibility upon us all, but the rich people don't seem to know it. They wait for misery to come to their doors and beg, but they never hunt for it." That is a fact. And misery won't go in many cases. Misery had rather starve than to beg. Misery will sleep cold rather than ask for a blanket. Christ? mas will soon be here and then we will gather our flocks together and be happy, but there are thousands to whom Christ? mas is no more than any other day. Let all do what they can this time to make the poor and the friendless happy. Bill Akp. P. S.?So many friends, are writing to me about the book that I wish to say that the price is $1.50, and if the money is sent to the Constitution Publishing Company, Atlanta, Ga., the book will be sent by mail with its cover and pictures and wheat and chaff, and if it don't save you a doctor's bill I can't help it. I have done my best. B. A. Killing a Man. They do not call it murder when men meet to slaughter each other in battle. They simply report so many dead, wounded and missing. When you fire into the smoke concealing the other bat? tle line you fire in the hopes to kill or wound. It is your duty. Battles cannot be woo without killing. You load and fire?load and fire?move to the right or left?advance or retreat, and when the battie is over you may have fired fifty rounds and yet you have not had a near sight of the enemy; you have simply fired at him and you cpnnot vouch that a single one of your bullets has found a living target. Here is a brigade of us in battle line across an old meadow; our right and left join other brigades. We have thrown down the' rail fence, gathered logs and brush and sod, and erected a breastwork. It is only a slight one, but enough to shelter us while lying down. A division of the enemy breaks cover half a mile away and comes marching down upon us. The field pieces behind us open on their solid columns, but they are not checked. Under the smoke we can see the work of tho shells, but they canuot halt that mass of men. Tho grape and canister does awful execution, but there should be a dozen guns instead of six. They are going to chargo us. The guns caunot prevent that. Orders run along the line, and we are waiting until every bullet, no matter if fired by a soldier with his eyes shut, must hit a foe. I se? lect my man while he is yet beyond range. I have eyes for no other. He is a tall, soldierly follow wearing the stripes of a sergeant. As he comes nearer I imagine that be is looking as fixedly at me as I am at him. I admire his coolness. He looks neither to the right nor to the left. The man on hi? right is hit and goes dow.i, but he does not falter. I a.u going to kill that man I I have a rest for my gun on the breastwork, and when the order comes to fire I cannot miss him. He is living his last minute on earth! We are calmly waiting until our volley shall prove a veritable flame of death. Now they close up the gaps, and we can hear the shouts of their offi? cers as they make ready to charge. My man is still opposite me. He still seems to be looking at me and no one else. I know the word is coming in a few sec? onds more, and I aim at his chest. I could almost be sure of hitting him with a stone when we get the word to fire There is a billow of flame?a billow of smoke?a fierce crash, and 4,000 bullets are fired into that compact mass of ad? vancing men. Not one volley alone, though that worked horrible destruction, but another and another, until there wa3 no longer a living man to fire at. Tbe smoke drifts slowly away?men cheer and yell?we can see the meadow beyond heaped with dead and dying men. We advance our line. As we go forward I look'for my victim. He is lying on his back, eyes half shut and fingers clutching at the grass. He gasps, draws up his legs and straightens them out again, and is dead as I pass ou. I have killed my man 1 My bullet alone struck him, tear? ing that ghastly wound in his breast, and I am entitled to all the honor. Do I swing my cap and cheer ? Do I point him out and expect to be congratulated ? No 1 1 have no cheers. I feel no elation. I feel that I murdered him, war or no war, and that his agonized face will haunt me through all the years of my life.?Detroit Free Press. How's This? Wo offer one hundred dollars for any case of Catarrh that cannot bo cured by taking Hall'h < 'ai.irrh Cure. F. J. CHENEY & CO., Props., Toledo, ?. Wo, tho undersigned, havo known K. J. Cheney for tho last 1"> years, and bo l.eve him poriectly honorable in all busi inuss transactions, and financially able to carry out any obligations made by tboir firm. WksT it Tbujix, Wholesale Druggists, Toledo, 0. Wat.tuxo, Ktnnan it Mahxin; Whole? sale Druggists; Toledo, 0. Hall's Catarrh ( 'uro is taken intornally, acting directly upon tlio blood and mu? cous surfaces of tho system. Testimo? nials sout free. Price 75c. per bottlo. Sold by all Druggists. ? The Czar of .Russia has no settled income, but ho has an estate and mines which bring him in ?2,500,000 per year. TO COTTOX-GROWEKS. This is 8> Good Movement for gi Good Cause. With bankruptcy staring tho cotton producer in the face, brought about by either over production or contraction caused by adopting the gold standard of values, it becomes the duty of every cot? ton grower to consider the remedy. Your committee appointed to address you upon this subject at the recent Cotton Grow? er's Congress held in Atlanta, makes the following suggestions for your earnest consideration. There should be organized in each cot? ton growing State an association of the cotton producers, and in each County a sub-association to act with the Cotton Grower's Congress recently organized in Atlanta, according to the following reso? lutions : Resolved, That the President of this Convention be authorized to call this or a similar Convention at such timet and place as in his judgment may be best to the interest of the cotton growers of the South. Resolved, That the representation in this Convention shall be double the rep? resentation that each State has in the lower House of Congress; the delegates to be appointed by the President of the various State Agricultural Societies and Alliances. That when [delegates cannot attend they shall be allowed to appoint their own alternates. The Convention adjourned subject to the call of the chairman. We should urge upon the various Cot? ton Exchanges in the cotton States to act with the cotton growers to formulate rules to govern the cotton trade in all its branches. We should urge upon the Legislatures of the Southern States to euact a law re? quiring all transportation companies not to receive any bale of cotton that is not well packed and fully covered. The planters should require the factors j to take better care of the cotton con? signed to them. Ia reducing the acreage we Bhould consider the requirement of the world for American cotton and conform our pro? duction to the wants of .he consumer. It is a mistaken idea that by reducing the crop below the consumption of the world that we can increase the price, when such a course would check consumption and stimulate the culture of cottou in other countries and bring about an equilibrium of prices. Therefore we Bhould endeavor to regulate by the reduction in acreage the production of cotton to the actual consumption of the world, or in other words we would get as much per pound for a 7,750,000 bale crop as with a 7,000,. 000 bale crop; and when we consider the average yield of cotton per acre is 179 pounds we can in some measure reg? ulate the production; but at all times we mu3t consider tho effects of the sea? son upon the yield of crops, which is be? yond our control. As a general thing large crops follow small ones, and vice versa, In the intensive system we should regulate the production in the name ratio as the non-intensive system, always keeping before us the actual consump? tion of the world, that is, to regulate our production to meet that consumption without creating a surplus; if we can do this we will receive remunerative prices for our cotton. Wherever practicable the cotton raiser should sell direct to the Southern mills, as the grower would save commission, freight, drayage, insurance, loss in weight, and last but not least, extrava? gant sampling. The Southern mills would save freight and excessive samp? ling. We should endeavor to have the cotton sold in bulk, as it can be done cheaper than being sold in detail. There are too many middle men. There should be adopted a uniform size and weight in packing cotton; uni? form siza would be beneficial for foreign shipment. We should adopt a standard size of bale, and require the press build? ers to conform to the standard. We should discard gins that knap or cut the staple. In ginning cotton samples should be considered before cleaning the seed. Classification should be regulated at the South and uniform, which can be done by the united action of the cotton growers and the Cotton Exchanges in the Southern States. Good cotton is made or injured by the cotton pickers, and we should regulate 1 the prices of picking by the cleanliness I with which it ia picked. The uniform j price by paying for cotton alone by the hundred should be abandoned, or in other words a clean picker should be paid more than a trashy or dirty picker. If we adopt this system we will have clean cottoD, and save the money we now pay for trash and dirt. We must pick the cotton free from all foreign substance. It is almost impossible to prevent what is called mixed packed bale, for often we plant, two grades of land which produce two kinds of cotton, and we often mix cotton that has nevor been rained ou with that that has stood in the field and been rained upon ; the^e causes with Gibers make mixed packed bales, and the oroducor is blamed and taken advantage of on account of a cause which he could not prevent. By a thorough organization of the cot? tou grower* ia the cottou States we can regulate cutlou production and protect our.-;elve3 from all unjust exactions, de? mands and advantages which are now taken of ua because of our disorganized condition. In union and combination wc must look for protection and redemp? tion. We inuut form no entangling alliances, but preserve our individuality with the great objects in view to increase the price of cotton, to regulate production to the wautu of consumption, to advance tho personal, moral, educational and finan? cial welfare of !he cotton growers and to relieve them of tho bondage of debt and poverty they are uow slaves to. By or? ganization and union, with harmony in our council, wc can control our affairs, advance onr interest and prr.tect our? selves. Let organization be the watch? word of the cotton grower and in union there is strength and prf;'.:;tion. James Barrett, Georgia. D. L. Bpi " v. Alabama. A. A, 8lj< a, Souih-Carolina. ^ p. P. Duncan, -James Barrjht,' Pre-: id. mi ^^-gPcretary. Ninety-Two Years. Atlanta Constitution. Rome, Ga., Decem^?r^J^?In an un? pretentious house u:i0n HTeTB^ninjv^jijj^ beautiful Etowah r^ar, ?ear the eastern limits of the'eity, tnere iives a maiden lady whose age is. ninety-two. Rightfully cpqj16 be called "queen of the maids of GeoTglaT^lo^ftx^r per? haps is the honor, as well as the pts&S^ ure, of being the oldest living follower of the faith of single female blissfulness in the history of the times. She is not a man-hater?not at all. Her sentiments are as sweet as a young poet's dream of love, and she is an old maid only from her own free will and desire so to .be. Her hair long ago changed its flaxen hue to a most perfect white, and her brow is wrinkled with age. Yet often her face wreaths in the sweetest of smiles and with the glee of a school girl she breaks forth into the merriest peals of laughter. She is Miss Catherine Allcorn. She is the only member of the family left and twelve years ago she came from Carolina to Georgia in order that she might be near tbe place where she hopes to be buried?hard by the little mound where her father rests in the unpretentious country churchyard by the name of Sil? ver Creek. The story of her life is worth relating and her views of marriage given at the discreet age of nine-two will undoubt? edly be appreciated by some maids per? haps not so old. At an; rate, I give them as they were given to me. In 1799, in that beautiful scope of coun? try in the neighborhood of AtheuB, Ga., Miss Catherine Allcorn was born. Her father's name was Josiah, and her moth? er was called Jane. Their family con? sisted of four daughters and one son; Catherine was next to the youngest. In those days schools were not numerous, but Catherine was a scholar until her pa? rents moved to South Carolina, which was in her twelfth year. At that time Indians in large numbers roamed that scope of country from Yonah and Tray and the beautiful Nacoochee valley to where the swift-flowing waters of the Oconee sing and glide among tbe hills of Clarke. Their friendly viaita are spo? ken of by the aged lady and a massacre in Jackson county of some of their neigh? bors is not forgotten. Her father built a handsome borne near Yorkville, S. C, and here he en? gaged in farming. The home was very near the lands of the Catawba Indians, and many memories of the Catawbas she cherishes. She was sent to school and educated. Uneventful were many years that followed. In the same house they lived when the civil war broke out. Their home was burned to the ground and with it all their possesssions except six feather beds. Her three sisters and herself were now well advanced in years, and in this fire were lost all their dress? es of their young ladyhood days, which had been carefully stowed away with ex? ceeding nicety to be handed down to their near relatives that might be. The eldest sister and brother had both married. So a small cottage was built upon the old homestead, and here the maiden sisters lived. First one and thea another died, until 1379 only cne re? mained and that was Miss Catherine. Her relatives in Georgia went out for her, and she was brought here to spend the remainder of her days. In the counties of Floyd and Polk her time has been spent. About two weeks ago Mrs. Floyd, a niece of the aged lady, extended an invitation to spend the remainder of her days with her, and this was accept? ed by Miss Allcorn, and she moved to Rome. I called at the home this afternoon, and there met Miss Allcorn. I found her a wonder for her age. Her eye? sight is such that she reads the newspa? pers and her Testament without glasses. Her step is firm, and she says she can walk a mile without a rest. Her voice is strong and clear, and her health is eplondid. She is never idle; she says she is not happy unless she works, and all the day long she uses her knitting nee? dles knitting socks till the day died out of the skies. Her age?ninety-two and she single. I ventured to ask, "Why?" Miss Allcorn blushed. She seemed ! greatly embarrassed. "I understood you had a proposal Miss Allcorn ?" She recovered from her embarrasment quickly and retorted : "Sir, I have had many." I did not know what was coming next, but she lowered her voice and said : "I have never married because I have never loved a man well enough." "Don't you beiieve in marriage, Miss Allcorn ?" "Not always. I believe in marriaga for love only, and those who marry oth? erwise can find no hiippinens. I don't believe in this marrviug for money. Yes', sir, I have bad proposals, but I didn't care to marry. Only two in our family married?my brother and one of my sis? ters." Miss Allcorn said that there was once a man she loved almost well enough to marry. Being asked why she didn't, her reply was : "Ho was too lazy." She says she is a natural born Presby? terian and has been oue all her life. Of all chapters in the Bible she sajs the sixth chapter of John is her favorite, and she reads tho Bible tho most of her leis? ure time. Strauge isn't it ? A woman who has never loved a man. Around the fireside uo cats were virfible nor any substitute for man. Love baa never colored the life of this woman ; it? sweetness and its raptures she ha* never known, us pains and its sorrows she has never felt. But now iu the closing days of her life iu sweet contentment she looks back upon the happy days she has paHsed and has uo sigh to give, or tear to shed because she has lived without lojitfg^a man; But tbesweoiestooBsolaUon of her life is, thai he* n- rt-curely rests iu a being fa*r-fi?r grtatei tbau man, and to her future boms beyond the azure skies her .'fife is Cuiored, with a hope as firm as the niouutuius beneath, as bright as the stars ibove. Donald Harper. Killed by tbe Iron Horse. "Yes," said an engineer who had grown gray in the service of the compa ? ny as he stood beside his locomotive, the r-other day, "the suspense attending a run over accident when you are on an en? gine smothers one, I can assure you," he continued, wiping a blotch of oil off the side rod with a piece of jEaTrtojr-^tuat I am somewhSiV of an authority ^n the ?Subject, because I have had tho misfor? tune to run over about everything from a chicken to a fire engine. "You would naturally think that a collision where your life was in immi? nent danger would cause you more anxie ty than any thing else, but it doesn't. Usually a collisiou occurs before you knew where you are. You are sailing along over the rails, trying to keep - as near your schedule time as you can, when suddenly something shows up be? fore you. With me it has always been the rear of the train, for I have never tried to pass an engine on the same track coming in an opposite direction. In an instant you slam on your air brakes reverse the engine, and wait for the crash and tbe engine buries herself in the ca? boose or the cars of the train you strike. Then you make the most of a bad job, and if you are not at fault for the acci? dent and no one is injured or killed, you soon forget all about it. But it is en? tirely different when you ruo over a hu? man being. You are speeding along and see a man on the track in front of you. At first you think he will hear the train just as thousands have heard it before, and get off the track in time,.-but he goes on with his back toward you, and you pull the whistle string and the engine shrieks her warning. He does not hear even that, so you try to stop the train. The air brakes are put on, the engine is reversed, and the great drivers begin working backward, sending fire in show? ers from the shining steel rails, while sparks of live 'coals from the furnace shoot from tbe stack high up into the sky as the monster groans and struggles vainly trying to stop tho train behind. "While you draw nearer and nearer tbe victim the suspense is absolutely be? yond description. All efforts to warn him are useless. You feel a slight jar as the poor devil is struck, and a cold sweat breaks out all over your body and a faint feeling comes over you, until you fall back on your seat sick at heart, and wonder what the fate of tbe man was, and whether he leaves a family and what Badness there will be when they learn the news at home. You think you would like to stop railroading and earn a living at something else. Meantime the train has come to a standstill. The en? gine has ceased her struggles and the only sound you hear is the throbbing of the air brakes as it pumps back and forth making a noise like the breathing of some exhausted beast. Thebaggtge master, conductor and brakeman rush out of the car and take all that is left of the victim from under the wheels. "Well, you know his fate now. As soon as you are signalled to go ahead and as you touch the throttle, tbe engine leaps forward eagerly, as if she were anxious to leave the dreadful place be? hind, and in a moment tbe thought of the accident is driven by other work from your busy mind. "A pig is a dangerous thing to run over for be is likely to throw the locomo? tive off the track. When the pilot of the engine hits him it usually knocks him down and then rolls him over and over for a few yards under it before the trucks strike him, and when they do there is great danger of them leaving the track. The drivers are almost cer? tain to follow the truck3, and if you don't^o down the bank you are lucky. So you see wh at havoc one pig can make with a railroad. Another disagreeable thing about a pig is that he never stops squealing from the time be is hit until be is stone dead. "It is next to impossible to kill a goat with an engine. Goats are tbe most irri? tating of all animals that wander along a railroad track. No matter how fast you may be runing or how quietly you steal down upon him, he will see you out of his eye, and mansge to get out of the way just in time to miss the cowcatcher as the engine rushes by him at lightning speed. Oowa and horses are easily dis? posed of, though sometimes they get un? der the wheels and cause a bad wreck. But tbey are bo large that the pilot gets under them and throws them to one side. Sheep are the most pitiful of all animals to run down. They seem to realize their danger that they are in and huddle together in the middle of the rails and await death. Their innocent eyes stare at you so mournfully and sad? ly that they haunt you for days to come. A locomotive seeems to take savage delight in destroying sheep. She throws them in every direction, audwill kill a whole flock in an instant. I once struck a flock of gpesc. Well, I never thought there were so many feathers in the world. 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