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BY CLINKSCALES & LANGSTON. ANDERSON, 13. C WEDNESDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 18, 1893. VOLUME XXVHL?NO. 16. J. S. FOWLER WANTS YOUK ATTENTION. tV.-:.' ALL PARTIES WHQJBE INDEBTED TO ME, By Note, Account, or^^^-ej will please take notice that I have determfc^JV collect money due me this Fall, and unless parent is made? By 1st of November, 1893, I will be bbliged to force the collection of my claims by Law. And all parties who have given . me liens or Mortgages on Crops, and other prop? erty, and dispose of same, will be prosecuted. In conclusion, I wish it distinctly understood that this notice is intended for ALL who owe me, ?and iJbat I mean to collect what is due me, regard? less cf circumstances. *. Take notice, make payment, and save COST. J. S. FOWLER. LADIES' STORE I 42.PATTERN HATS..42 PERFECT beauties, all different chapes and exquisite colors. All who have seen them exclaim, "I have never seen the like in Anderson!" Forty-two Pattern -Hats at prices ranging from $3.00 to $10.00. We have never had as Complete line of Millinery! In fact, our stock of 8TLKS, 8ATIN8, VELVETS, DRESS GOODS, NOTIOTS and HIGH NOVELTIES has no equal in the up-country. Our , ices are as low as the lowest, quality of Goods unsurpassed. We cordially ask an inspection of Goods, and? DEFY COMPETITION. Out polite Sales-lailies are ready and willing to show Goods and quote prices. I:: you are pleased with Goods and prices they will be delighted to sell you. Thanks for the past, and hoping for the future, we are Respectfully yours, MISS LIZZIE WILLIAMS. A FREE TRIP JUST now around the world would be a most enjoyable thing, but the uudersigned wants to inform the trading public that he has just opened business at the bid Hub bard stand, in the McCully Block, and wih be more than pleased? Greet his old friends there. His Stock consists of Staple and Fancy Groce? ries, Cigars,.Tobacco, Confectioneries, Frnlts, Etc., and? THE Prices on the same are so low that the stingiest man in the County would be so well pleased as to take a trip to the? WORLD'S FAIR. Come to s?e me when jou want anything in the Grocery line. I want to build up a good trade, and will make it to your advantage to trade with me ?&~ All orders from City patrons will be highly appreciated, and will be delivered promptly and FREE OF CHARGE. Respectfully, G-. F. BIGBY. FOR SALE. Fresh Stock Dixia Plows. Big: Lot of Castings for same, v Stacks of Lace Leather, Rubber and Leather Belting. 1 Machine and Cylinder Oil. Big lot of Manilla Rope, For Presses, all sizes. Select Stock Builders' Hardware. Anything you need in Hardware. Prices way down on Hardware. Steelyards and Scalebeams. Yours, anxious to seU, CUNNINGHAM & HUMPHREYS, 16 S. Main Street. D. S. MAXWELL. I B. C. MAXWELL. D S. MAXWELL & SON, WHOLESALE ? ?JVD ? RETAIL DEALERS IN STAPLE AND FANCY GROCERIES, No. 5 Chiquola Place, ANDERSON. - - S. C. GLENN SPRINGS WATER ? WILL CURE ? Dyspepsia, Liver Complaiat, Chronic Heptatitis, Jaundice, Torpor of Li7er, and general debility following upon malarial diseases. Dropsy, Diarrhoea, Dysentery, Constipation, Hemorrhoids, Uteriue, Renal and Cystic Diseases, Hsematuria and Catamanial derangements. -FUR SALE BY A. 3ST, TO ID ID <fe CO. May 81,1893 48 6m tarsus*? Li OD g * 55 ^81? || ?Jr i = :: - o? ? Trustee's Sale of Lands ! BY virtue of the power conferred on me in a Deed of Trust executed by John Martin on the 4th day of October. 1893, I offer for sale the following property, to wit: A Tract of Land containing 440 acres, more or less, adjoining landB of Robert Martin, Thomas Shearer,-Webb and others, situate in Rock Mills Township, Anderson County, 8. C, on Seneca River, it being the Tract upon which said John Martin resides This Land will be divided and sold in three or more Tracts to suit purchasers. Said Land is offered for sale at private sale, and if not so disposed of earlier, I will sell the same at public outcry to the highest bidder, in front of the Court House door at Anderson, S. C, between the usual hours for public sales, on Salesday in No? vember next. Terms of 8ale?One-half cash, balance on a credit of twelve months, secured by bond and mortgage, with interest from day of sale at eight per cent per annum, paya? ble annuully, with leave to anticipate pay? ment. Purchasers to pay extra for all ne? cessary papers. For plats and further information apply to J. J. Fretwell, Murray & Watkins, or the undersigned. JEPTHA HARPER, Trustee. Oct 11, 1893_15_4 ? MASTER'S SALE. 8TATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA, County of Anderson. In the Court Common Pleas. J. H. Wardlaw, etal. ys. E. M. Stoue, etal. Foreclosure. PURSUANT to an order made by Judge J. J. Norton in the above stated case, 1 will sell in front of the Court House at Anderson, S. 0, on 8alesday in November next, during the usual hours of sale? ALL THAT TRACT OF LAND, Containing one hundred and thirty-two acres, situated in Ga'vin Township, on Three and Twenty Creek, adjoining lands of A. W. Plckens, E. M. Scone anr, others. This is a fine Farm, well suited to stock raising and general farming. It has good bottoms and upland, plenty of timber, and very well watered. It is known as the John Wardlaw place. Mr. E. M. Jtone will show parties wishing to purchase the land and lines. A plat of the place may be seen in C. Wart"law's office. Terms of Sale?Half cash, baiance on a credit of twelve months, with interest from day of sale at eight per cent, per annum, secured by bond and mortgage of the premises, with leave to anticipate pay? ment. Purchaser to pay for papers. R. M. BURRISS Master. Oct 11,1893_15_4 MASTER'S SALE. STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA, Anderson County. In tlic Court of Common Pleas. Allen A Cooley, Partners, Ac., vs. B. F. Morrow.?Foreclosure. IN obedience to the order of Court to me directed by his honor J. J. Norton, I will sell at Anderson C. H., 5. C, ou Sales day in November next, during the usual hours of public sale, the lands described as follows, to wit: All that certain Tract of Land, contain? ing 260 acres, more or less, situate in Cor? ner Township, County and State aforesaid, on waters of Little Generostee Creek, wa? ter* of Savannah River, bounded by lands of Wm. 0. Briant, Wro. Hall, John W. Daniels and others, it being the same on which said B. F. Morrow now resides, and a part of the Tract sold by Wm. Mc Gukin, Sheriff, at sale of John Hutchinson in Ma-ch, 1867. Terms?One-balf cash, balance iu twelve months, with interest, secured by bond of purchaser and mortgage of the premises, with leave to anticipate payment. Pur? chaser to pay for papers. R. M. BURRISS, Master. Oct11, 1803 15 3 MASTER'S SALE. STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA, Anderson County. In the Court of Common Picas. L. H. Brock and T. H. Brock, Partners &c, Plaintiffs, vs. D. S. Branyan, N. C. Branyau, S. Bleckley and J. J. Frotwell, Partners, Ac., et al, Defendants.?Fore? closure on Real Property. PURSUANT to the order of Court here? in, I will expose to sale on Salesday in November next, at Anderson C. H., S. C, ouring the usual hours of public sale, the Land described as follows, to wit: Ail that certain piece, parcel or Tract of Land, containing 254 acres, more or lees, adjoining lands of Mrs. Lavinda 8ea wright, R. B. Kay, R. H. Branyan, J. C. Williams and others. Terms?One-third cash, balance in twelve months, with interest, secured by bond of purchaser and mortgage of the premises, with leave to anticipate payment. Purchaser to pay for papers. R. M. BURRISS, Master, Oct 11, 1893_15_3 MASTER'S SALE. STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA, County ok Anderson. In the Court of Common Pleas. Ezekiel Harris vs. H. Watkins and Reu? ben Watkins.?Complaint to Foreclose Mortgage on Real Estate. 1f".N obedience to the order of sale In the L above stated action, I will sell on Salesday in November next, the Land described as follows to wit: All that certain Lot, piece or parcel of Land, containing 96 acres, more or less, situate in Anderson County and State aforesaid, on waters of Barkor's Creek, waters of Little River, adjoining lauds of John T. 'olreen, Robert Branyan, and others. Terms?One-half cash, balance in twelve months, with interest, secured by bond of purchaser and mnrtpigo of the premises, with leave to anticipate pay? ment. Purchaser topav extra lor papers. It. M. BURRISS, Master. Oct. 11, 1893, 15 3 SECURE A HOME! OW IS THE TIME TO SECURE A HOME, in a prosperous City, for about the same money you pay for rent. We have Improved find unimproved Lots, in desirable localities, which we offer for sale on the Installment Plan. Don't fail to take advantage of this oiler. Call on or address McCULLY A CATHCART, Anderson, S. C, Oct 11,1893 i? 4 BILL ART. An Open Letter to Dr. Alexander, of At? lanta. Atlanta Constitution. To my old friend Dr. Alexander.? Dear Jim : That is still the name for me to call you?the old familiar name, "Jim Ales," and I love to hear you call me "Bill" as you did in the long ago when we were boys. We are not as notable as Toombs and Stephens, but they called each other Bob and Alex because they began that way, and the names grew dearer as they re? ceded from their youth. Jim is a good name anyhow and I do believe there is something in it. There were five Presidents named Jim, and sev? eral Governors and all the Jii'ms we knew at school were boys of character ?strong in force and will, though not overly pious. You remember Jim Wilson and Jim Maltbie and Jim Craig and Jim Smith and big Jim Dunlap, who still lives as the typical son of old Gwinnett. He was older than our set, but we looked up to him and could always hear him before he came in sight. He was a Jim dandy then and he is yet. I know a nice lady, a preacher's wife, who says she married her hus? band only because his name was Jim, and she still calls him Mr. Jim with conjugal unction. Jim ought to be a preacher's name for St- James was one of the twelve and King James give us our version of the sacred scriptures. It was with mingled feelings of pleasure and sadness that-1 read your late biography in the Constitution?of pleasure because of the well-des;erved tribute that the writer paid you as a time honored citizen of Atlanta, and for you.r long professional service there. Of sadness because it remind ,ed me how few of us there are left and how seldom we meet to talk over the rosy days of our childhood. Then I read to-day the charming Fox hunting story of Joel Chandler Harris in Scribiier, tnd that carried me back and recalled the times when ?we used to get up an occasional fox chase, and sometimes go deer hunting with the old-fashioned long-eared hounds, and run him for miles and miles and never catch him. And how you and I and Tom and half a dozen darkies used to hunt coons on Shoal creek, and cut down the trees and see the fight with the dogs, and how we used to go digging in that same creek and shoot the fish by torch light, and how we used to sein in Yellow lliver and jump off the springboard at Mont? gomery's mill pond. We had as much good fun, I reckon as Uncle Kemus, even if we never caught a red fox with Birdsong dogs. The world was very beautiful to us all then. We had jolly companions, too?schoolmasters with whom we frolicked at recess and at .noon. Good gracious, how we used to knock that town ball out of sight and play sweep stakes, and roily hole and bull pen. How we used to pick chinquepins and top trees for chest? nuts. How we used to run foot races, and jump half hammon and turn sum? mersets in the sand. Let's talk about the dear old tilines a little while, for we are getting lonely, you and I ancl Tom. Are we all that are left of the boys we mingled with in our early youth ? Sad, isn't it ? We had scores of playmates, but old Father Time has cut them down, the old rascal. The Maltbries and Winns and Craigs and Wilsons and Terrels and Shaklefords and Youngs and Ram bos, are all dead. . And the boys who came from abroad to the institute? are there any left but Tom Norwood. The Lintons are all dead, I know; Sam and John and Jim, and so are the two Harris boys, and Ed. and John Goulding and the Holts, all except Thad, the mischievous rascal. He is living yet in Alabama, not far from Montgomery. Did I ever tell you that it was Thad and Jim Linton who stole your father's bee gum one night and got stung so bad they had to drop it and run for their lives ? The Hoylcs are dead, too, and the Allans? Thomps and Bill?what a glorious fel? low was Thompson Allan. Don't you remember how he licked Martin del Gardo because Martin licked me ? Martin was a big boy and I was a little one, and Thomps dared him to tackle a boy of his size, and he tackled. I could just go on and on and say dead, dead every time. And all our teach? ers are dead. Dr. Wilson and John Norton and Cargill, and Dr. Patterson and McAlpine and John Gray. They were all good men. Jim, don't you remember Penelope McAlpine ? What1 a sweet, pretty girl she was and how she was my Bweetheart, and one day when Tom Skeggs called her Pen? ny-lope T bounced him and we fit and tore hair mazing. What makes everybody die, Dr. Jim ?die hefore they have seen their three-score years and ten ? Are there only-three or four in a hundred who pass the Rubicon ? Can't you doctors do nothing ? No, I reckon not, for the doctors die, too. All the doctors we knew when we were boys are dead, and those boys who became doctors are all dead but; you, my friend. May the good Lord preserve you for many years to honor your calling and help the suffering. Just think how many have gone to join their patients in the spirit land. Dr. Gordon, who so nobly braved the yellow fever in Savannah, and Drs. Winn and Maltbie and Craig and Wilson and Alexander and my brother. Dear, good, gentle Tom Wilson ! How we all loved him. He caught me and Bill Maltbie and Over ton Young playing old sledge in a gully oue day and talked to us kindly, but never told on us, and we promised to quit, but didn't. And don't you remember that Jim Craig had one short forefinger ? One day while one of the boys was carelessly hacking on a log with a little hatchet Jim dared him to cut his finger off, aud would slip it onto the log while the hatchet was raised and pull it away quickly before it came down, but he tried it once too often and left a joint of his finger on the log. What a big time you young doctors had when you were studying medicine, and had to hunt up your own stiffs and boil them down for skeletons. I went out with you all one night to Rcdland graveyard and helped to dig up a negro and we heard something like the click of a gun lock, and such a stampede I ucver was in before. We left our shovels in the grave and the little wagon in the bushes and never stopped running for a quarter of a mile. But we went back aud recon noitered aud found it was a false alarm and we got the body and hauled it to an old house in the rear of Dr. Wild man's shop. Another time some of you went down to Monroe after a ne? gro who was hung and he was cut up in an old outhouse on the park lot. You remember that I bought that lot and moved tlicre just after my mar? riage and when my wife found out what was done there she made nie tear i the old house down aud burn it up and even then the servants heard the haunts all night long. My wife has great confidence in me as a protector from earthly foes, but when it comes to spirits of unjust men not made per? fect she is not so sure. "When a house gets the name of being haunted it dis? turbs all female serenity and so I sold out and moved to Rome, and wc hadn't been in our new abode a week before a naboring woman came to see us and said, "Folks used to say that thi3 house was haunted, but I reckon you ain't afeerd of haunts." And don't you remember when mes? merism first came about and how you and your doctor cousin, John Alex? ander used to practice on that little monkey of a nigger, Tobe Russell, and could put him to sleep in a half min? ute and straighten his arm like a stick and make him taste sugaj when it was salt, and don't you remember how we used to take laughing gas when that first came about and how one day Nick Arnberg took it in the street in front of his tailor shop and got wild ?s a buck and gathered his big shears and ran Vivian Holmes into the hotel and scared him nearly to death ? Arnberg didn't like Holmes no how, and I always had my doubts about the gas part of the business. .Arnberg was a Norwegian and a good citizen, but he was an awful Democrat. When Franklin Pierce was nominated for President and the news came to our town Arnberg threw up his hat and shouted "He is ter very man, ter pest man of all," and then he whispered t? my father "vot did you say his name vos." He, too, had a boy named Jim, and he always called him Yames. And don't you remember how you Whig boys celebrated the election of Governor Crawford and we Democrats stole your cannon the night.before and hid it in a swamp and you never got to fire it nary time ? G-ood gracious how mad you all got and we boys had to sing low and deep dark, and how when Polk was elected President we Demo? crats had a blow out and marched all round town that night with torches and horns and kettle drums, and it made you Whigs so mad that you got behind trees and fence corners and threw old eggs and other offensive missies at us and there had lik \ to have been a general fight. Well it was awful to lose such a grand man as Henry Clay and I don't blame you for being desperate. I wish now that he had been elected. It takes old Father Time to doctor up all these things and enable us to conquer cur prejudices. But we never were at outs long, Jim, you and I and Tom, and one day when a boy who was bigger than me struck me unawares and we hitched and got down and I was the bo m dog, you stood over us and said, "Hands off boys?let 'em fight, let 'em fight. I'll bet on Bill if he is on the bottom ; go it my William," and this inspired me and I turned him and mauled him in good fashion till he hollered. When I let him up you patted me on the back and about then I cried a little for it was a business- I wasn't use to and I couldn't suppress my feelings. I never had but four fights in my life, and I am a sort ashamed of them, es? pecially the one I didn't whip. I wouldn't have whipped that one I am telling about, if you hadn't bet on me, and I did want somebody to part us mighty bad for awhile but they wouldn't. And how sweet and sad it is to re? call the memories that cluster around the old Fairview Church where your folks and our folks used to go to meeting in the old family carriages and carry cold dinners to eat between the morning and evening sermons. What a feast were those dinners 1 The chicken and the home-made sausage, stuffed sausage in "linked sweetness long drawn out," and the boiled eggs for the boys and the turnover pies and cookies for a finish. How good and solemn were old Dr. Wilson and Dr. Patterson, whose name was Jim, and how soothing were their sermons when they discoursed of justification and sanctification and predestination and free will and original sin. With what sanction from or high old Father Noel and Father Liddell and Father Mills used to raise the tune to "Come, Hrmble Sinner, in Whose Breast'5 and all the congregation joined in and fairly made the old Church tremble. That good old hymn is not in our hymn books now and all who sang ifc. in the old Church arc dead, nearly jail, but you and me and Tom. I remefm ber where our good mothers sat? yours and mine and how our good fathers used to pass the bread and the wine on communion days and we boys looked on in reverential silence. Those dear old fathers and mothers are waiting for us, Jim?waiting for you and me and Tom. That was a good spring down by the poplar tree at the foot of the hill where we learned politeness and handed water to the pretty girls at recess and that old graveyard is still there "where the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." But everything has shrank up, Jim, old Church seems not half so large nor the road to it half so long as when wc were boys. Our washhole in the Maltbie branch used to seem immense and it was like swimming the Helles? point for us small boys to cross it. but now it is nothing, 'and the Maltbie hill is not half so long or steep. The* chestnut trees around the old school house have all died or shortened down. "T used to think their highest tops Were close against the sky ? ?-???? But now 'tis little joy To know that I'm further off from Heaven Than when I was a boy." How much of history is unwritten, Jim, and a world of talk wc could have, you and I and Tom. The friend who wrote you up did it well and kindly, but it was only your mature life, your contact with a hard world and your successes. The dearest, sweetest, holiest part he left un? touched. Your friend, Bill Arp. $100 ?eward $100. The readers of this paper will be pleased to learn that there is at least one dreaded disease that science has been able to cure in all its stages, and that is Catarrh. Hall's Catarrh Cure is the only positive cure known to the medical fraternity. Catarrh being a constitutional disease, requires a con? stitutional treatment. Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken internally, acting direct? ly upon the blood and mucuous sur? faces of the system, thereby destroy? ing the foundation of the disease, and giving the ^wtient strength by build? ing up the constitution and assisting nature in doing its work. The pro? prietors have so much faith in its curative powers, that they offer One Hundred Dollars for any case that it fails to cure. Send for list of testi? monials. F. J. CHENEY & CO., Props., Toledo, 0. JPaTSold by Druggists, 70c, J GEN. LEE'S STORY. Told on the Battlefield, and Recalled by Gen. R. D. Johnston, of Alabama. No one who participated in the rlorious achievements of the army Northern Virginia, will ever forget ;hc memorable campaign of the spring )f 1864. The United States had lathered, during the winter of 1S63 md '64, a vast army of disciplined 5oldicrs, had placed at its head a suc? cessful general, and, with unlimited supplies and resources at his com? mand, had turned the head of his col? umn toward the Confederate capital ivith the cry, "On to Richmond." Between this splendidly appointed irmy and the capital of the Confcdcr xcy, there stood only the Army of Northern Virginia, with Gen. Robert ?, Lee at its head. That army was lacking in almost everything except courage and confidence in its great leader. The struggle began with the battle of the Wilderness, and contin? ued almost daily until the two armies, Irenched in blood, glared at each Dther from the rifle pits in front of Petersburg. Each day witnessed he? roic deeds on the part of the soldiers :>f both armies, and when the shades sf night came we counted with sad hearts the missing ones, who had made their last sacrifice in be? half of the cause thev loved, their own life-blood. The stiring scenes and incidents that each day occurred moved our hearts and left deep impressions upon Dur memories. None made a more profound impression upon me than an incident that took place on the morn? ing of May 11, 1864, the day before the great battle-of Spottsylvania. The snemy had concentrated in heavy col? umns in front of that part of our lines occupied by the division of Gen. Rhodes, protected by the woods, with anly a few hundred yards of open ground between the woods and the breastworks of Rhodes' division. They made a sudden and impetuous ussault upon the lines and drove out Doles' brigade and part of Daniels' and planted their colors on our breast works. Johnston's brigade was at the time in reserve, supporting Long street's corps. He was hastily sum? moned to the point of attack, and under the eye of our beloved com? mander made the charge which drove the enemy out of the breastworks, captured the flags which they had planted upon our works, and restored the lines. That cHarge was led by two soldiers of the brigade?one now a prominent Alabamjan, and the oth? er a North Carolinian who afterward passed to .re3t on. the battlefield. It was a sharp struggle between them which should first reach the enemy's flag upon the breast-works and tear it down. The Alabamian's foot slipped as he reached forth to take the flag, and the North Carolina soldier seized it. After the fight was over he car? ried it back to Gen. Lee, and asked his permmission to send it to the governor of North Carolina, to be preserved in memory of that day. Gen. Lee wrote a letter to the gov? ernor of North Carolina, commending the brave deed, and sent the flag as re? quested. It was on this occasion, the second time during the campaign, that the soldiers had to take hold of Gen. Lee's horse and force him from the field of battle. While the fight lasted we could not prevail on him to leave the field. When quiet had again been restored', a number' of the gen? eral officers assembled at the little house, Gen. Ewell's headquarters, just in the rear of the line of battle. There were Generals Ewcll, Rhodes, Ramscur, Doles, Pcndlcton and the writer. While we were sitting on the porch discussing the events of the morning, Geii. Lee came out of the house and took his seat among us. Turning to Gen. Rhodes he said: "General, what shall we do with Gen. Doles for allowing those people to break over his lines?" Gen. Rhodes replied : "We shall have to let Doles off this time, as he has suffered quite severely for it already." Just at this moment a courier rode up with a dispatch for Gen. Lee. It was one of Stewart's scouts. The opin? ion at that time was prevalent among the general officers at the front that United States troops were sliding around our right and did not intend to fight us in the position we then held. All believed that the dispatch that Gen. Lee had just received from Gen. Stuart was something relating to the movements of Gen. Grant's army. It was Gen. Ramscur who first broke the silence, remarking that the im? pression was general in the army that the Federal troops were moving to the left toward Richmond. General Lee then turned and playfully re? marked : "I do not know which one of you may be called to the command of the army when I am gone. Until then you could not know the troubles which beset the commander of an army, the greatest of which is to dis? tinguish the true from the false re? ports which come from the scouts." He then related the following inci? dent : "When I was on Gen. Wool's staff in the Mexican war, late one night the general sent for me. Arriving at the tent I found that the scouts had come in with reports that the Mexican army had crossed the mountain and were in camp about ten miles away. I suggested to Gen. Wool that it was hardly possible that such a report could be true, but said that if he would give me a squadron of dragoons I would report the facts to him by morning, and in the meantime the army could be got in readiness for ac? tion. Knowing that a company of dragoons were out on duty on the route I must take. I determined to proceed at once once on the rcconnois s'ance, and take the squadron then on duty, ordering another to replace them. Mounting my horse, I took the road leading to the supposed camp of the enemy. By some mischance I missed the place where the dragoons were picketed, and so determined to rcconnoissancc alone. Proceeding along the road, T picked up a Mexican lad as a guide, and rode rapidly to? ward the mountains. Approaching a village on the road, the lad begged pitcously that he might he allowed to depart, declaring that his own peo? ple would kill him if they saw him guiding an American ; so, leaving him behind. I rode on through tlic village. The sound of my horse's feet as I wont through the village uiade a fearful noise. As 1 rode along scanning the road ahead, I thought 1 saw in the distance Mexican laudces, but when I came nearer I found that it was only the cactus trees. Upon approaching the mountain I came sud? denly in full view of the camp fires )f the Mexican lirmy, and could dis? tinctly see the soldiers on gnard inarching to and fi\>. while the while Lents covered the s\le of tip; inonu. tain. Though I felt that the scout's report was correct, I thought it more prudent to move on until I should come upon the outpost. I drew near? er and nearer to the mountain, and still no enemy. Straing my vision, I saw that the tents were white sheep lying down, and the guards were only shepherds with their crooks. So I turned and cantered back to Gen. Wool, where I found the army all drawn up and ready for action."? R. D. Johnston, in Ncio York Sim. Donschka Pickeas's Borlnl. There is an interesting and a pretty story that comes here from the South and is being told by Southern people ; a story of a scene in South Carolina, which will possibly never be witnessed: again in the South; a tale of slave devot:on and slaveholder's apprecia? tion, which sounds almost like fiction. Ao Edgewood, the ancestral home of Governor Pickens, of South Carolina, there,. lately died his .daughter, Douschka, who was as well known in the South at her death as was her illustrious father at the close of his career. Before the close of the war Gover? nor Pickens died. Learning his ap? proaching fate he summoned all his slaves at midnight from their cottages, and, being lifted from his bed to the window around which they were gath? ered, the dying Governor called upon them to stand by their mistress and their "little missy Douschka," no matter what the war might bring about, or what temptations might cross their path to tempt them away. He died as the moon rose and the oldest of his slaves were his pallbear? ers. Since then not one of the men whom addressed that night has left the service'of his widow, and at the close of the civil strife, when negroes were hastening to seek work in towns and cities,o the Pickens plantation almost alone remained intact. It is almost the only plantation where the laborer is paid a bonus in addition to his wages, according to the season or success of the crop. This plan of giving to the tiller his percent tage of the fruit of his toil was insti? tuted by Douschka at the age of 18. She was buried from Edgewood, and her funeral services were without a parellel in Southern history. As related by a prominent; South Caro? lina lady, who was an eyewitness of the services, it was a memorable scene. Her pallbearers were the ex-slaves of her father, some of whom had borne him to his grave over a score of years ago. The spectacle was striking in its antithesis. The coffin was white vel? vet, profusely covered with white flowers, and around it in the palatial ball room of the homestead were grouped the white-haired negroes. The scene was impressive enough in itself, but was almost startling in its solemnity when Mrs. .Pickens, the courtly, beautiful mother, stepped to the head of the casket, and, facing her faithful servants, addressed them : "I have sent for you to do you this honor, because," and here there was a break in the voice, "I wish to make a public acknowledgment of your faith? fulness and devotion, through all her sweet life, to this, your young mis? tress. When your master died, you will remember, he sent for you and confided to your faithful care and pro? tection his wife and his little child. You have been faithful to that trust. "In all the dreadful times of riot and thieving you have stood by us and protected us, and I thank you now in the presence of all these friends for your loyalty and devotion. That sweet young life is over, and you will carry from this room her precious body. Her spirit is with God, she is an angel in Heaven, and I now ask j'ou to continue your faithful devotion and protect to your disolate mistress and to these little children of your young mistress, whom she loved better than her life." It was a strange sight this little speech and appeal of a mistress to her ex-slaves at the casket of her daugh? ter. The slaves, weeping and awed, bore their young mistress to the family burial ground and laid her by the side of her father, whom they had buried thirty years before. The tombstone will bear the r ame by which she was known, "Douschka." Mrs. Governor Pickens is the vice regent of Mount Vernon from South Carolina, and enthusiastic over the old home of Washington, always at the meetings, and upon all of her visits to this city has been received with marked social attention.?Washington Post. . Almost an Inspiration. An excursion from Birmingham to Montgomery was run the other day. A negro man appeared at the ticket office in the depot and purchased a ticket for himself. Then he said to the ticket agent: "Boss, I want 'nother round trip soursion ticket for a corpse." The agent opened his eyes in aston ment. An excursion ticket for a corpse was something new to* him, even with his varied experience. The negro explained: "You see, boss my brudder died yesterday, and I want ter take de corpse down to Montgomery and let de family view the 'mains and den bring em back to Birmingham and bury 'em. Dis will be a heap cheaper den fur de fambly to cum up here." The agent saw at once that this was a great stroke of economy and enter? prise on the part of the negro. There were probably a dozen members of the family and tickets for them to Bir? mingham and board while here would be quite expensive. The corpse could get the benefit of excursion rates to Montgomery and would pay no board while there. Thus the negro sub? served the ends of economy and pre? served his respect for the grief of the family at the same time.?Binning ham Age-Herald. Hncklens Arnica Salve. The best salve in the world for Cuts Bruises, Sores, Ulcers, Salt Kheum, Fever Sores. Tetter, Chapped Hands, Chilblains, Corns, and all Skin Erup? tions and positively cures Piles, or no pay required. It is guaranteed to give perfect satisfaction, or money refund? ed. I'rise 2i) cents per box. For sale by Hill Bros. ? Farmers in Mexico use oxen of one color in the morning and of another color in the afternoon. %They have no reason for doing so beyond the fact that their forefathers did it and they concluded it must be the right thing to do. ? "Oh, John !" exclaimed Mrs. Jaggs, breathlessly. "I have some? thing terrible to tell you. The baby has swallowed your shaving-brush." , "Oh, that's all right," responded the brute; 'j; was worn out, and I was going to got a new one, anyhow." I A Race for Lire? Charles Frederick Sites, ? who pcri ?dically drifts into the ccity with lesigns on. the visible supply of wheat md a bundle of miscellaneous stories, ?oad-colleeted and usually good, enter ;ained a blase crowd at a down-town ;lub the other night with one rcfresh ngly innocuous and rich in real jomedy. ,;I and :.i friend were over in Indiana i few weeks ago," said Mr. Sites, "and we went out to his place to look it some standing wheat. Returning ive took a short cut for our buggy and struck a turnpike, on which fronted a big brick building with a wall around it. " 'What's that ?' I asked, surprised it seeing such an edifice a dozen miles from any t own. " 'Lunatic asylum,' said my friend. 'There's one of 'em sitting on the wall.' "Now. I'd never seen a real lunatic face to face, and I looked rather in? tently at this one. He was a big, hulking fellow and he simply sat and glowered at us. As we came up I noticed that he had his fingers crossed. u 'Is he dangerous ?' I asked. " 'I reckon not,' said my friend, 'they wouldn't let him out if he was. "By that time we were right along? side the fellow, and I never saw a more devilish looking face than he had. I stopped a second and looked at him. As I did 110 he slid oft* the wall and started toward me. Now, I'm not a coward, but, as I said, I'm no expert in the matter of lunacy, and as he came toward me I retreated into the middle of ihe road. My friend, who had walked on, was a little distance ahead. As I retreated the lunatic increased his gait to a trot. So did I. Then he broke into a run. I followed suit, and as my friend turned and saw us coming he tucked in and started down the road as a peace-maker, going about 2.07 gait. There weren't any words exchanged. We three just buckled down to it and did our best. I had about twenty feet start on the lunatic and I held it for the first hun? dred yards. Then my wind began to g0? and to my horror I saw he was gaining on me. All the stories I'd ever heard of the frightful frenzy of lunatics when enraged flashed into my mind, and driven by fear I let out another notch and kept on running, though my heart was pounding like a trip hammer. "I suppose we ran half a mile that way when I felt my strength going and realized that I must drop or stand and make a fight for it. The lunatic was almost upon me when I whirled about. As I turned I could see his horrible face, his eyes blazing with madness, his teeth showing like fangs between his jaws. I was as weak as a cat. I could not avoid him. In a moment he was upon me. 1 nerved myself for a final effort, but?" '"But what?' "He touched me on the shoulder as he passed and shouted': 'Tag ! you're it 1' Then, as he got a safe distance off he laughed and chuckled: 'I've been waiting for a week to play tag with somebody. You're it; now catch me !' "?CJiicago Times. Daughters. If all that mothers are to them came home to the perceptions of daughters at an early period, they would be mpre anxious than they generally seem to be to spare those mothers, to prolong their days, and save them from much of the exertion and anxiety that are likely to shorten their lives, and that if only from merely selfish reasons. How many daughters there are who, if it lies between them to do it, do not let their mothers rise in the morning and make the fire and prepare the breakfast: who, in the interim be? tween cooks do not let the whole bur? den of care and the chief endeavor of work come upon the mother; who do not let the mother get up in the night and attend to the calls of sudden ill? ness ; who, if it is necessary to watch with the sick, do not hold themselves excused, and the duty to be a mater? nal one ; who do not feel it their priv? ilege to be ready for callers and com? pany while the mother is still in work? ing deshabille; who are not in the habit of taking the most comfortable chair; and who, in the matter of pro? vision of toilet, do not think almost anything will do for mother, while they themselves must be fresh and in the fashion ? How many daughters are there who, when pleasure-taking comes in ques? tion, do not feel, even if perhaps un? consciously, that the mother has had her day and ought to be contented, and they should be the ones to go and take the enjoyment ? It would seem as if the mere sentiment of self-pre? servation would teach daughters a better line of conduct. It is the moth? er making the central spot of the house usually that makes home possi? ble. It is the mother from whom the greater part of the happiness of the home proceeds. If she dies, the home disintegrates, or it is not unusual that another comes to take her place?a foreign and alien element, before whom the old union and happiness may possibly fly. To preserve this home and this happiness, one would imagine, should be the first effort of the daughter; that she should, out of regard for her own comfort and grati? fication, as well as that of others, seek every means to make life easy to the* mother, to insure her health and length of days. Never again will any daughter have such a friend as this mother. No fond adorer's eyes will ever follow her with the same disin? terested love as this mother's eyes do, nor will any give her the sympathy she does. It is wild folly on the daughter's part that lets the mother waste her strength instead of seeking by every means possible to save and increase it; for while a goood mother is with her family they are entertain? ing an angel, whether unaware or not. ?Selected. A Somnambulist Killed. Wheeling W. Va., Oct. 10.?Near Valley Furnace, Monongalia county, last night, George Baker, a 7-year old somnambulist, was shot and so badly wounded that he died in two hours. The little fellow, it appears, got up about midnight and, leaving his home, went to that of Jesse Dennie, about one-quarter of a mile away. He tried several doors and a window in an effort to enter the house, wakening Dennie. The latter took his pistol and, raising an upstairs window, asked what was wanted. The boy made no reply, and Dennie. thinking him a burglar, fired. The bullet ploughed through his left breast and he died in two hours. Dennie at first was prostrated with grief, but since has shown signs of insanity and is constantly watched. ? Ugliness has this advantage over beauty?it never fades. All Sorts of Paragraphs. ? Nothing Is really settled that is not settled right. ? There are 267,456 miles of tele? phone wires in this country. ? People who blow their own horns seldom furnish good music for other 4 folks. i ?- Borrowed trouble is hard to get rid of. One never knows to whom to return it. ? Two postoffices in North Carolina are respectfully named, "Joy", and "Worry." ? A lady being twitted about her ugly shaped nose, made it all right by saying it was a birthday present. ? Elmore: Did you ever see a com? pany of women perfectly talent ?/ Decker: Once. Someone had asked which was the eldest. ? "Pa, are all politicians thieves ?" asked young Fenderson. "No, my dear; some of them never succeed in : stealing anything." ? "Didn't you promise to love, honor and obey me ?" "Yes; but the minister has known me all my life, and he knew I didn't mean it." ? Look out for the man who shakes your hand with two fingers, It would take as^nany of him to make a Chris? tian as snowballs to heat a baker's oven. ? A Presbyterian Church in New York,' of which Rev. Dr. Wylie is now pastor, has had but six ministers since the Church was organized, 137 years ago. ? The most reliable estimates of;' the value of farm crops for 1893 show hay $1,000,000,000, corn $750,000,000, wheat $300,000,000 cotton $250,000,-'.1 000. ? A farmer near Buchanan, Ga., has,' it is reported, a tame rattlesnake, that has the freedom of the premises.' and beats forty yard dogs keeping off intruders. ? "Papa," said a boy, "I know what makes folks laugh ih their' sleeves." "Well, my son, whatmakes them?" "'Cause that's where their funny bone is." ? One of the largest hauls of mack? erel ever known on the Western Coast, was made recently in the "West Bay ai>; Abbotsbury, Dorset, when over 30,000; fine fish were landed. ? Moses, the great law-giver and reputed author of the first five books of the Bible, died on the anniversary , of his birth,. August 27, 1705, b. c.,1 being exactly 120 years old. ? "Blinkers never contradicts his wife, no matter what kind of a state? ment she makes." "Just a lovely disposition?" "No; she never gives him a chance to say anything." ? She?"As I am to be a poor man's wife, don't you think I ought to get a cook-book T' He?"Wait a little,'my pet, until we makesuTe that wc will have anything to cook." ? Live, as it were, on trust. All that is in you, all that you are,' is Only loaned to you; make use of it accord? ing to the will of Him who lendsit.^ but never regard it for a moment as your own. ? One hundred dollars' worth of/ nuggets of virgin gold in a box have many years been awaiting a claimant at the Dead Letter Office in Washing? ton. Does anybody know who the rightfal owner is ? ? The first Sabbath School was instituted in 1787. There are now in the United States 108,939 Sabbath Schools, with 8,649,000 scholars. The world has 20,078,595 Sabbath School scholars. ? The Rector: Did you ever hear of the theory that people will have the same vocations in the next worlchis they had in this ? The Widow: I don't believe my husband will. He was an ice dealer. ? The edible dogs of China are known by their bluish black tongues. They* never bark, and are very taci? turn. Four millions and a half are slaughtered annually to . titillare the. palates of Celestials. ? Joseph Samuels of Page-6onnTsJ Virginia, who is 91 and his wife 8sQ are proud, happy and thankful to say that they have never yet had use for a doctor. They Kve on the farm where Mr. Samuels was born. ? There has been considerable dis? cussion as to who invented spectacles and who had t he pleasure of wearing the first pair. The honor is generally awarded to an Italian named Salvino Armati, who died in 1317. ? Little Dick?Dot isn't going to give me any candy. I ^i*uow it. Mother?Didn't she say she^ould ? Little Dick?Y-e-s, but she said it just the way sister Clara says "Don't" when some feller is going to kiss her. ? Teacher (hearing arithmetic class recite;?"Mike, if you should see seven birds on a tree, and should shoot three of them, how many birds would remain?" Mike?"Nary one, mum.' the rest o' them would be afther flyin away." ? Cornelius Ryan, of Waltham, Mass., found in a railroad station four years ago a wallet, which he returned to the owner, whos'j name and address were among the papers it contained, and recently found himself named for $2,000 in the man's will. ? One night when Alberta was put to bed she said her usual evening prayer. Her mother was a little sur? prised, however, to hear this unusual petition : "O Lord, make me a better girl; and make my papa and mamma better, too?if you possibly can." ? If the eyes are tired and inflamed from loss of sleep, by sitting up late or long travel, apply in the morning soft white linen, dripping with hot water?as hot as you can bear it? laying the cloth upon the lids. You will feel the eyes strong and free from pain or distress in half an hour. ? Dr. McBride, of Ormge, Va., uses a flock of geese as a team of horses, which in the winter draw him ovor the-ice in a specially prepared vehicle at the . rate of one and one fourth miles a minute. He is now making a balloon, in which he pro? poses to ride, drawn by the same winged team. ? In Hawaii, one of-the Sandwich islands, there is a spot called the Rock of Refuge. If a criminal reaches this rock before captured he is safe, so long .is he remains there. Usually his family supply him with food until he is able to make his escape, but he is never allowed to return to his own tribe. ? Mollie had been to church for the first time, and on her return home her grandmother asked her what she thought of it. ' 'I liked it very much,"' she replied, "but there was one thing I didn't think was fair." "What was that, dear?" "Why, one man did/T^ the work, and then another man ca.,ie around and got all the money."