The Anderson intelligencer. (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, December 17, 1891, Image 1
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. I couldn't see anything but
feathers for ten minutes and when wo
reached the station myeugiue looked as
if it had received a r-oat of tar and feath?
ers."
Buckleys Aruica Salve
The beat salve in the world for Cuts,
Bruises, Sores. Ulcers, Salt Rheum, Fe?
ver Sores, Tetter, Chapped Hands, Chil?
blains, Corns, and all Skin Eruptions,
and positively cures Piles, or no pay
required. It in guaranteed to give per?
fect satisfaction, or money refunded.
Price 25 cents per box. For sale by
Hill Brno.
? A farmer of Atchison, Kan., wanted
to dig a well, so he plowed a lot of land
and planted it with oats. Every day he
watched me oats, observing the spots
that showed the greatest moisture. Fi?
nally he selected a.-spot and sank a weli.
At twenty-fourieet he had a fine stream
of.water. I" .<j said to be the best well
in the County.
? The two year-old son of David T.
Beals, of Kansas City, Mo, ?uo was
stolen from his home and held for ran?
som, was recovered upon the payment by
the father of ?5,000 to the captors. The
child was abducted by a waitress who
was employed without reference three
weeks ago.
All Sort.*, of Paragraphs.
? Pennsylvania has expended
$5,000,000 on tho roads of that 8
one year.
? Of the Immigrants to Jj,
Germany sends more
as Ireland.
? - -AfcJSsiidiat'
daily, the
000,000,000 pounds
? An Indiana man has run away from
two wives andtaight babies. In the name
of humanity dc^'t Bpoil his ten strike^
? Every workman lo Jcpau
his cap and on his back an inscription
giving his business and his employer's
name.
? West Chester, Pa., had in
two cases of young men who becam(
saue by cigarette smoking, one
died.
? You may cough and cough
and cough and cough, but you
you take De Witt's Cough and Consu
tion Cure. Wilhito & Wilhito,
? It is quite a fixed^belief amor
Russian peasantry that throw::
dead body of a drunkard into the
sure to bring rain.
? A full-blooded Indian has be
mitted to practice in the ^Federal Court
at Omaha. Ho is probably the only In- ,
dian lawyer in the country.
? A trial convinces tho most skeptlcfl.
Carefully prepared, pleasant to the taste, -
Do Witt's Cough and Consumption Cure
is a valuable romody. Wilhito & Wilhito.
? Harry?Stunning girl just passed*]
old boy ? Did you see her look back at
me ? Fred?Yes; they say it don't take
much to turn a woman's bead.
? "Do you think those shoes are worth
mending?" "Veil, yes, if I sole and heel
tern and put new uppers on tern. The
strings are still goot."
? Energy will do anything that can be
done in this world; and no talents, no
circumstances, no opportunities will
make a iwo~legged animal a man with?
out it,
? What measures are you taking to..
stop that cough? Lot us suggest Do ;
Witt's Cough and Consumption Cure. 14
is infallible. Wilhite * Wilhito.
? And now all the work of the anti
corset people has to be doie over again.
A Philadelphia woman was saved from
the bullet of her crazy husband by her
trusty corset steel.
? Dr. Charles Macrum, of Portland,
Ore., is authority for tbe statement that ?
tbe canvasback duck can fly two miles a
minute and continue this speed for hours.
Tbe mallard duck travels a mile a min?
ute.
? It is an established fact that Do Witt's
Little Early Piser's have an enormous
sale, and why ' Sinipty because they are
plesant in taking and happy in results. A
pill for the multitude. Wilhite & Wilhite.
? A Braddock, Pa., special says that
Mrs. Mary McVeagh, who has been fast?
ing for 148 days, has died. Mrs. Mc?
Veigh has been suffering with a cancer
in her mouth and has beeVljulrerstTng-cTl
buttermilk, wine and laudanum. She
was 68 years of age. . ~
? It is a very common thing for a
young man to make a sudden resolve
that he will be a great man and then to
spend all his life waiting for greatness!?*^
come to him. In order to erect a mag-~~
nificent palace, it is expedient to begin
by digging in the dirt for a^foandatian^
? "An honest pill is the noblest work
of tho apothecary." Do Witt's Little
Early Risers cure constipation, blllious
uc-ss and sick headache. Wilhite & Wil?
hito.
? As a result of an all-four sided rab?
bit hunt in Eipley Township, Ind., re?
cently, about 1,600 of the longeared pests
were bagged, the winning side killing
533. On accouni, of tho recent mild
winters they have become a nuisance in
that section, and match hunts are all the j
rage.
? William Imes died and was buried
at Corunna, Ind., in 1888. At the time?
of his death Mr. Imes weighed 180'
pounds. In May, 1891, when the
mains were disinterred, they were found
to be petrified, to look like marble and '
to weigh exactly 405 pounds.?St. Louis
Republic.
? Ignorance of the m nr Us of .Do Wltt'j^
Little Early Risers is a misfortune. These^
littlo pills regulate the liver, cure head^
ache, dyspepsia, bad breath, constipation
and biliousness. "Wilhito <fc Wilhite.
? The Kimberly Kaffirs are said to
smoke cigars with the lighted ends in
their mouths. They light a cigar in the
ordinary manner, tuck the tongue in tiwi
cheek, and putting the lighted end in tbe |
mouth, gradually consume the whole.
They say that their method is warm and ?
comforting, and greatly preferrable to tbe
way of the foreigner.
? A Clarksburg, W. Va., Bpecial aaj
that O. D. Matheny, of Mineral Springs,'
attempted to pour powder from a bottlj
into a lighted pipe "just to see wl
would do." He saw, but he se
more, as the bottle exploded, tearl
hand and arm badly and burning bisl
and eyes so severely he may possibly j
his sight.
? You don't want a torpid liver. You
don't want a bad complexion. You don't
want a bad breath. You don't want a j
headache. Then use Do Witt's Little/
Early Risers, tho famous littlo niils.'
Wilhito tfc Wilhito.
?The new National Library building,
now in course of erection in Washington,
will cost $6,000,000. There are thirty
three arches on the four tides of
building, and it i3 proposed to ornar
the keystones of these arches with
aentatire heads of the races
? It is a very common
young man to make a sud
that he will be a great man,
spend all his life waiting for
come to him. In order to ere
niGcent palace, it is expedient
by digging in the dirt for a
? Hindostas,_ Marion County,
1820, was an k-affrtant manufac1
and trading pct^Eastern
owned all the bueines*
seuicfl by eastern peopl
vfaeb it was made the county si
a population of 0,000. An ei
thought to be the cholera, carril
people olT by scores. Tbe town
depopulated, and where onj
stood is now a field of cornl
Syrup of Figs.
Produced from tho laxative
cious juice of California figs,
with ':hc medicinal virtues of plan|
known to be most beneficial to the h
man system, acts gently, on thakidnei
liver and bowels, effectually cleansing^
system, dispclliug colds and headatj
and curing habitual couatrp^lqn.