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BY CLINKSCALES & LANGSTON. ANDERSON. S. C WEDNESDAY MORNING, MAECII 21, 1894._VOLUME XXVIII.?NO. 38. " AFTER THE RUSH IS OVER," YOU CAN FIND WILL. K. HUBBAKD, JEWELER, TVext Door to Farmers and Merchants Bank, WITH A FINE LINE OF EVERYTHING IN THE JEWELRY LINE ! Promptness in Everything. Largest Stock, Lowest Prices. Finest Goods. Polite Attention to All. 8?- DON'T FORGET that I can and will save you money on any? thing in my line?WATCHES, CLOCKS, JEWELRY, SILVERWARE, SOUVENIR SPOONS of Clcmson Agricultural College of my own get up SULLIVAN HARDWARE COMPANY'S Special Offer: BLACKSMITH BELLOWS, BLACKSMITH COMPLETE OUTFITS. No such Prices, No such Goods, Ever offered before. BARBED WIRE?50,000 pounds. POULTRY and GARDEN FENCING. AGRICULTURAL HARDWARE, AND IMPLEMENTS. EVERYTHING USEFUL. i &~ PRICES down with any market in the United States. ARE YOU HUNGRY ? JUST NOW it is a difficult matter for the housekeeper to get up a good square meal without a great deal of worry and trouble, but if they will visit my (Store I can soon make them happy. I have everything needful for the appetite. My stock of? Flour, Syrup, Grits, Sice, Cream Cheesa, Potatoes, Canned Goods, And many other good things too numerous to mention, is always complete. I also keep a fine stock of CONFECTIONERIES, TOBACOS, CI? GARS, Etc. Give me a call. No trouble to show goods and quote prices. Yours to please, G. F. BIG-BY. LADIES' STORE! BEGINS A GRAND CLEARANCE SALE! Fob the next sixty days we will sell our entire STOCK_ AT AND BELOW COST ! In order to be ready for a large "'Spring Stock," We are determined to have a clean Store to begin the Spring with, so we propose to give our Goods for COST. All who want BARGAINS can have them by calling early with the CASH. This is a bona fide offer. We invite all to come and see for themselves, and be convinced that we mean just what we say. With thanks for the liberal patronage you have bestowed this season, We are respectfully yours, MISS LIZZIE WILLIAMS. 1845. 1893. OF NEWARK, N. J. AMZI POPP, President. Assets : Market Values, $51,395,903.59. Paid to Policy Holders since Organization : $124,558,722.56. Surplus : Massachusetts Standard, $3,661,250.01. Policies Absolutely Non-Forfeitable after Second Year. IN case of lapse the Policy is continued in force as long as its value will pay for ; or, il preferred, a Paid-up Policy for its full value is issued in exchange. After the second year Policies are incontestable, and all restrictions as to icsidence and occupation are removed. Caen Loans are made to the extent of 50 per cent, of the reserve value, where valid assignments of the Policies can be made as collateral security. Losses pajd immediately upon completion and approval of proofs. WEBB & MATTISON, Managers for South Carolina, Anderson, S. C. SEED BARLEY AND RYE, FLOUR, LAEP, And a Fancy Line of Canned Goods, For sale at Low Prices by D. S. MAXWELL & SON, NO. 5 CHIQUOLA PLACE. 160-acre Farm to rent. ONE MOMENT, PLEASE ! TVe maybe able to Save you some Money, provided you need any kind of Groceries. IF you ever expect to buy FLOUR CHEAP, now is the time to buy, as a man don't usually stumble on Bargains like we aro offering more than once in an ordinary me-time. FJLOUR! FLOUR I! FLOUR!!! J ust received a big lot of Blue Ribband Flour?the best Flour on top of dirt for $4.00. Dan't forget the brand. Remember, too, that you can on ly get this Flour from JOSS A. AUSTIN* <fc OO. It is the nearest approach to the $5.00 article to be had. We have had a nice trade, indeed, tor which we return our sincere thanks to our friends; but we want a larger tmdp, and to get it we will make special inducements in all kinds of Groceries. AUSTIN" & CO. is the pb.ee. Call on us ano wo will give you 9 cordial we1 come, PAF;ACH GROCERY. ,|, AtFAUSTJtf & CO, SAUGE rLUMCETT. Watch'ng the Signs of Spring. Atlanta Constitution. The country people have gone to work in earnest to make the crop of 1894. The plowboy's voice is heard in the field, the fresh turned ground draws the birds from the woods and they chirp in the furrow behind the plow? man. All this is spring-like, but we are scared to throw up our hats yet. According to our signs wc have two more snows to conic yet. The old sign that a fog in January calls for snow in March is what wc still adhere to. There were three big fogs in January and the snow must come in March. Xor are the trees budding as they should. The hickory buds arc not a-swclling, the dogwood blossoms have not appeared nor the scent of the honeysuckle is not upon the air?it is merely a backward season. Lots of folks laugh at me for saying that the times nor the seasons are not like they used to be, but it is a fact. A plenty of old people can remember when corn was ready to plow the first time in March. They don't get it planted now. As it is the time just now for far? mers to "pitch" their crops I would like to stimulate them to looking out for the women's portion. Every wo? man on the farm should have a patch of her own. Me and Brown have tried this and find it just the thing to do. Every boy who was raised on the farm in old times can remember how proud he felt over his patch. The slaves were allowed a patch and they felt like rich folks at gathering time. In most of families the girls have to work, more or less, and they should have a patch alotted them as their own. Give each a patch separate and you will find that they will be cared for and will create an interest that is worth far more than the same amount of trouble spent any other way. I know a family of girls who nii,ke their own clothes and little pocket money off a patch of this kind and they ap? preciate it a heap more than they would money just give to them. The coun? try boy, too, should have his own patch. I know a little fellow who made $14 off of his patch last year and this spring he is the most cheerful worker I ever watched. Giving these patches to the children and women is really nothing lost to the farmer. The old man would have to supply what the products of these patches purchase any way, and this is the most stimu? lating and pleasant manner to supply them. It is the hardest thing in the world for me and Brown to keep from "building castles." But for this wc would advise the young people how and in what to plant their patch. "Wc have erected some fine "structures" in our time, to have them tumble upon us in the end. Location to market and the demand must govern in this, though some times our best laid plans and most confident calculations fall to pieces. When we were up at Chicago and traveled through Illinois Brown got carried away on the raising of frogs. He has ruined a mighty fine fish pond on the venture?the frogs eat his young fish. He is now trying to exterminate the frogs, but finds it hard to do. Let him show himself over the hill toward the pond and they raise a howl that?"'Brown's coming ! Brown's coming ! Better git?git quick !" Witt all our uncertainties, we would like to persuade some smart girl to try the raising of silk worms. "We have great faith and are enthused upon this subject just now, but wc have had so many hard falls that we prefer for some one else to try the ex? periment. The silk worm has been cultivated in Georgia in times past, and it could be did again, and with profit, I think. A plenty of mulberry leaves is all you need as food for these worms and a house suitable could be rigged up on any farm. The Georgia experimental station is sending out a great amount of valuable information through Mr. Redding, and I doubt not but what he could soon inform one about the production of silk. The growing of mushrooms, too, bhould be learned, as it would prove profitable where a market could be had. Of all the market gardeners about Atlanta, I think there is not one who raises mushrooms. One other thing and then we arc done advising. The mak? ing of cheese ought to be profitable, and it should be learned. The old fields of Georgia furnish an abundance of pasturage if it were utilized. A herd of cattle on every farm would do much toward reclaiming the waste land. Milk, and even butter, is hard to handle profitably out from the cities, but if these could be turned into cheese it would establish au in? dustry well suited to the cool spring places on every farm, and the females of the country would find it pleasant and profitable employment. I know not if the experimental stations enter into the development of such as this, but anyhow, I feel sure that informa? tion could be had through them that would lead to a proper management on that line. There is not a tobacco nor cheese manufactory in Georgia, and I think there should be. The farmers of sonic portions of Georgia could raise tobacco with profit, but a market is the trouble. Me nor Brown don't expect people to try everything we tell them to, but they may try some and find it profitable We have fell short in profits on many of our adventures, but we are given to ''castle building" on two large a scale. Go slow, is my motto, but when Uruwn gets enthused there is no bidding him down. A great big tiling or nothing is his plan, and it is more than apt to be nothing. One tiling lie never enters into largely?that is planting a large crop?he forever lives in dread of being over-crapped. From where I write I can sec him plowing, and I have counted ten times in the last hour that he has turned down his plowstock, sit down on it, pulled off his shoe, beat it on the beam of the stock and then watches the dirt slowly pour from it as he holds it up and tilts it down. This is a pretty good sign that spring is near, but he has not his summer grin yet, so we can't say just how far off it is?thin "grin" of Brown's never fails as a sign that spring is here. Many people in our settlement have been erecting "castles" on the strength that a great exposition was to be in Atlanta. If these "castles" should have to tumble wc shall feel sorry, for wc know how it is ourselves. We shall hope that the building of the ex? position will be accomplished and happy in the thought of again seeing dogwood blossoms and honeysuckles in bloom. Saroe Plunkett. Duel on Horseback. "War times and adventure were the burden of conversation among half a dozen veterans of the civil war the other day in Bowling Green, Ky. A writer in the Democrat tells the story. "I have read many stories," said one of the old soldiers, "of individual exhibitions of bravery during the war, but I witnessed a duel between two officers of high rank that had I read it I would have believed it the reproduc? tion of imagination. "During the early days of the war," said the old warrior, "the Federals, who had already driven the Confed? erates from southern Kentucky, were much troubled down in Christian county by a Colonel "Woodward, who, I believe, lived near Lafayette, in that county*. A Major Brackctt?I think he was from northern Ohio?undertook to suppress Woodward, but met with ignominious failure in his first at? tempt. He was deeply chagrined, but an opportunity finally came for him to show that he was no coward. "At the head of a skirmishing party he was quietly marching down the road one day when suddenly he came upon a similar party of Confederates. The unexpected meeting threw both parties into confusion, and before either had a chance to form for a fight Brackctt ordered his men to remain quiet and rode forward. It was a re? markable course, and, I believe, with? out a paralel in the history of the war, but he challenged the commanding officer of the rebels to a personal con? flict. "It happened that the Confederate officer was Major Valentine, whose home was in Memphis. He was one of Forrest's men, and had a reputation as a man of aggressive personal dar? ing. He was surprised at the unusual challenge, but he immediately, accept? ed, and the two officers, in plain view of their commands, galloped toward each other with drawn sabers. "They went at each other like knights of old, and a thrilling duel followed. The horses turned, charged and reared with wonderful rapidity. The sabers hissed viciously. Blood was drawn on both sides. The officers charged again. Bracket made a sav? age cut at Valentine, who dodged. "The officers charged again. The Confederate officer made a backward cut as he passed and the blade struck Brackett square across the back of the neck. His neck dropped to one side, he reeled and fell from his horse. They picked him up, but he was dead. The blow had broken his neck. "He had proved his courage, but he had died in the attempt. They buried him by the roadside, and the two for? ces withdrew without firing a shot. I was with Valentine's force, and I never witnessed a similar fight, and hope never to do so." State of Ohio, City of Toledo, / Lucas County | Frank J. Cheney makes oath that he is the senior partner of P. J. Che? ney k Co., doing business in the City of Toledo, County and State aforesaid and that said'firni will pay the sum of ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS for each and every case of Catarrh that cannot be cured by the use of Hall's Ca? tarrh Cure. FRANK J. CHENEY. Sworn to before nie and subscribed in my presence, this b'tli day of De? cember. A. I). 1SSG. A. W. GLEASON, [seal] Notar j/ Public. Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken inter? nally and acts directly on the blood and mucous surfaces of the system. Testimonials free. F. J. CHENEY & Co., Proprietors. Toledo, 0. B@"Sold by Druggists, 75c. Hall's dCatarrh Cure for sale by Wilhite & Wilhite. The Philosophy of It. Pa and ma were sitting quietly near the fireplace. Pa was reading a paper and ma was knitting. Present? ly ma looked up over her glasses. "Pa," she said, "I 1/lievcour Hen? ry is in love."' "What makes you think so?" "Well, he ain't ct nothiu' for a week past to speak of." Pa laid down his paper in his lap, 1 folded his hands over it and gazed into the fire reflectively. "It's kinder queer "bout bein' in love," he said slowly. "When peo? ple is cowrtin' they never seem to keer for victuals; but jest as soon as they get married, victuals is about the only thing they'll hustle for, seven days in the week." Drfroit Free /7w TOE LINCOLN TRAGEDY. Related by Harry Hawk, tho Ac'or. Washington rost. Twenty-nine years ago next month the most shocking tragedy ever enact? ed within the walls of an American playhouse took place at Ford's theatre, this city. The details of the assassi? nation of President Lincoln have been described over and over, but there seems always something new to learn, and, now that years have done away with the old, bitter feeling, we arc better able to get at the facts in the case. Eye-witnesses who have for years kept silent out of respect to Ed? win Booth, have, since his death, felt free to speak upon the subject, and the result has been a considerable and in? teresting acquisition to the true story of the assassination. With special interest in this connec? tion is the testimony of Mr. Harry Hawk, the sterling old commedian, at present playing the comedy role of Gen. Septimus Cobb. the American traveler, in "Darkest Russia," at the academy of music. In those far-off days Mr. Hawk was even then a lead? ing comedian, and he played the part of Asa Trenchard in "Our American Cousin" on that fatal night of Laura Kccnc's benefit at the old Ford's the? atre. Moreover, it happened that he was the only man on the stage at the time the assassin's shot was fired, and his account of the occurrence is prob? ably as interesting as any living man could give to-day. It is only since the death of his old and esteemed friend, Edwin Booth, that Mr. Hawk would consent to say a word on the subject. Moreover last season an accident in Providence, R. I., came near robbing the public of his testimony. There an elevator weigh? ing 1,800 pounds fell on the comedian, and it was only by a miracle that he escaped being crushed to death. lie re? covered after a long illness, however, and this season has been playing with all his old time spirit, while personally he does not look the veteran he is. To a Post reporter last evening Mr. Hawk said : "I've always been averse to referring to Lincoln's assassination or John Wilkcs Booth on account of my friend? ship for the late Edwin Booth, and heretofore it has been solely on that account that I've remained silent on the subject. "The matter was always a lender spot with Mr. Booth, and all his friends know it. I have often heard him talk of his father, Junius Brutus Booth, but I or any one, never heard him mention the name of his brother. As I said, on account of my esteem for the eminent tragedian, I've up to now refused to be interviewed on that sad? dest of sensational affairs. "As you arc aware, it was the bene? fit and last night of Laura Kcene, and the house was crowded to the utmost capacity, not only on account of the popularity of the distinguished actress, but from the fact of the President oc pying a box. "The applause was unusually en? thusiastic, and every one, both in the company and in the audience, was in the happiest humor. At the time the shot was fired I was on the stage alone, and had just finished speaking my lines. "The report startled me somewhat, but as the sound was muffled, I thought it came from the property room of the theatre, and did not real? ize at the moment that such a terrible crime had been committed. "Before I could think of anything I saw Booth rush through the Presi? dent's box and make a spring to the stage. The spur on his boot caught in the draperies which ornamented the box, and, tripping him, threw him on the stage. He immediately regained his feet, and brandishing a huge dag? ger, a la Richard the Third, at the au? dience, aud crying 'Sic semper tyran nis,' he rushed across the stage. "Now," said Mr. Hawk, with a smile of deprecation, "there has been a well meant attempt on the part of you newspaper men to make a hero out of me at this point. A Boston paper stated the other day that I at? tempted to stop Booth and was badly cut in the affray. Now, I did nothing of the kind. I have never played he? roic roles and for the sake of historic accuracy do not intend to be misrepre? sented, even to my advantage. The first thing I realized was that a man with an immense knife in his hand was rushing directly toward me. I did noL know what he had done, nor did I stop to consider what his pur? pose might be. I simply did what most other men would have done un? der the circumstances?I ran. "I made for my dressing-room, which was up a short flight of stairs. How I got there I don't know, but I did, and very hurriedly. When I re? alized that the man was not after me I went back on the stage. There I learned that the President had been shot, and for the first time told who the assassin was. !It was John Booth.' said I. We never called him Wilkcs about the theater, and my first thought was of shame that an actor should have so disgraced his calling. "I was immediately arrested as a witness and taken before Mayor Wal? lach, who put me under $1,000 bail. Dr. Brown, who afterward embalmed the body of the President, went my security. The doctor took me to his home, and at 2 o'clock in the morning four officers came and carried me to Peterson's house, where the President had been carried and where all the Cabinet were assembled. "I was asked if I knew him and if he was the one Booth had shot. "The next morning I became so thoroughly alarmed at my position, as I began to think that T might be as? sassinated myself, that I tried to get nut of town and get home to Phila? delphia. But the running of all trains had been stopped, and it was impossible to leave. '"My attempting to get away caused the doctor to cancel my bail bond, and I was, consequently, imprisoned in a cell for two days. At the end of this time I was released on two sureties, and got permission to leave for Cin? cinnati, where we were to fill an en? gagement. At Harrisburg I had to wait over an hour, and, just before I was about to leave, I was arrested again by the provost marshal and held for four days, and was only released on an order from Secretary Stanton. "In getting to Lincoln's box, Booth came through the dress circle. The door leading co the box opened on a small passage-way; from this the door to the box proper opened. As Booth entered this passage he slipped a bar, which had been prepared some time in the afternoon, and placed in position across the door leading to the dress circle, making it impossible for any one to open it from the audience side. "In the door of the box a small gim? let hole had been bored and grooved, so as to exactly fit the eye. Through this Booth could look and get the ex? act position of the President. Through this gimlet hole he gauged exactly the range and quickly opening the door, shot true and fatally. "The plot was not carried out as it was originally intended, the arrange? ments being that the gas was to be turned off at the meter at the same time the shot was fired, and, in the darkness and confusion. Booth could easily have escaped unrecognized. "In John Cr. Xicolay and John Hay's 'Life of Abraham Lincoln,' they say: 'No one, not even the comedian on the stage, could ever re? member the last words of the piece that was uttered that night.' They arc mistaken, for I remember distinct? ly. It was at the ending of the lines, 'the sockdologing man trap,' that the shot was fired. At that point I paus? ed, and, as I was about to turn, I was startled by the explosion. "Although the incidents connected with the tragedy were consummated with such rapidity, every movement and the slightest action of those about me, just before and after the shot, is indelibly stamped on my mind, and, after all these years, the pictures stand as vividly before rac as if it were but yesterday. "I can sec Lincoln unconscious iu his box; the doctor being pushed up to him over the backs of two men, who had made a sort of bridge of their bod? ies, as it was impossible to reach the President by the passageway. I can sec the look of madness on the face of Booth as he jumped on the stage, and his demoniacal cry still rings in my cars, and the excitement, the uproar and the sudden hush as they carried Jic President to the house opposite. Yes, it truly was a night never to be forgotten, and, with me, seems to grow more distinct, instead of being obliterated, by the passing shadows of years." "Still, if I were inclined to forget the incidents of that fatal night, the following letter, which I wrote to my" father, in Chicago, a few days after the assassination, would serve to re? call them, and also as the best possible proof of their accuracy. The letter was published once in an account of the assassination issued by Barclay & Co., of Philadelphia, but the pamphlet is now long out of print, and this is the only copy I have ever been able to get. The letter referred to is dated "Washington, D. C, April 16,1865," and reads as follows : "My Dear Parents : This is the first opportunity I have had to write to you since the assassination of our dear President, on Friday night, as I have been in custody ever since. I was one of the principal witnesses of the sad affair, having been the only person on the stage at the time of the fatal shot. "I was playing Asa Trenchard in "The American Cousin.' The 'old lady' of the theatre (Mrs. Muzzy) had just gone off the stage, and I was an? swering her exit speech, when I heard the shot fired. I turned, looked up at the President's box, heard the man exclaim "Sic semper tyrannis,' saw liini jump from the box, seize the flag from the staff and drop to the stage. He slipped when he gained the stage, but got upon his feet in a moment, brandished a large knife, saying, 'The South shall be free,' turned his face in the direction I stood, and I recognized him as John Wilkes Booth. He ran toward me. and I?seeing the knife, I thought I was the one he was after? ran off the st.:ec and up a flight of stairs. He made his escape out of a door directly in the rear of the thea? tre, mounted a horse and rode off. '"The above all occurred in the space of a quarter of a minute, and at the time I did not know that the President was shot, although if I had tried to stop him (Booth) lie would have stab? bed me. "I am now under $1,000 bail to ap? pear as a witness when Booth is tried, if caught. "All the above I have swum to. You may imagine the excitement in the theatre, which was crowded, with cries of 'Hang him !' 'Who was he ?' &C, from every one present. "It was the saddest thing I ever knew. The city only the night before was illuminated, and everybody was so happy. Now it is all sadness. Everybody looks gloomy and sad. "That night the play was going off so well. Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln on joyed it so much, She was laughing ' at my speech when the shot was fired. In fact, it was a laugh from the time the curtain went up until it fell; and to think of such a sorrowful ending. It is an era in my life that I never shall forget." With Cyclonic Fury. ToracA, Kan., March 12.?The wo? men of several Kanra? towns have commenced war on the liquor joints and dives, but it remains for Mrs. Ellwood Marion, a courageous little woman of Salina, to inaugurate a movement that has scattered conster? nation among the violators of the pro? hibitory liquor law. She thinks her crusade against the army of jointists and boot-leggers in Salina is along practical lines. Her first sally was a success, but the second raid was tend? ed to confirm the practicability of the first. Mrs. Marion and her husband operate a small truck farm near the suburb of Kenwood. She is a frail little woman, but a cyclone when aroused. She is a firm advocate of the cause of temperance, while her husband is addicted to the flowing bowl, and at regular intervals fills his stomach and empties his pockets at the numerous joints that thrive in that city. Many times this little woman has visited these drinking resorts and warned the proprietors against selling liquor to her husband. These warn? ings have invariably been disregard? ed, and a few days ago the plucky wo? man decided to take the law into her own hands and rid the community of the places which had caused her so much trouble. About three o'clock in the after? noon Mrs. Marion, with an axe thrown over her shoulder, moved boldly down the principal business street of the town. She first visited Harvey's billiard hall. Her approach had been noticed and her purpose being divined the doors of the establishment were closed and locked. She proceeded to the back door and demanded admis? sion. Receiving no response to her repeated knocks on the door she grasped her axe firmly and soon bat? tered the barrier away. No resistance was offered by the proprietor or in? mates of the place. On entering she proceeded to demolish the bat fix? tures and cracked jugs and bottles in? discriminately. When shchad finish? ed her work she started to leave, but seeing a picture on the wall known to the artistic world as "Venus at the Bath," her sense of the proprieties was shocked, and she chopped it to pieces. In an authoritive voice she asked if her husband was concealed anywhere about the place. Every man present answered a positive "No," and she departed, leaving the barkeeper to collect the fragments of broken glass and crockeryware that she had left in her wake. Mrs. Marion next visited a place over a restaurant. She seemed to know this place well, for she found her way through the circuitous halls to the entrance unassisted and open? ed the door without rapping. The barkeeper was engaged in filling a large number of bottles with whiskey to be sent to a country customer. There were thirty-seven flasks stand? ing on the counter. Mrs. Marion, with two or three blows of her axe smashed them into smithereens and the odor of benzine and fusil oil soon penetrated the room. Seven or eight loungers were in the room when she entered, but not one of them spoke a word until she asked for her husband, lie had not been there she was in? formed and she departed without doing further damage. She next went to a joint in a base? ment where sawdust is kept on the floor. She entered without trouble and walking to the bar asked if her spouse was there. He was not there and she turned to leave the room when her eye caught sight of a barrel of whiskey near the door. The ef? fect on her was instantaneous. She began to swing her axe with a strength that seemed incompatible with her delicate frame. She rained blow after blow upon the head of the cask and soon the vile liquor flowed over the floor. Mrs. Marion paid uneventful visits to several other places, but did not at? tempt to use her axe again. Early in her crusade she attracted a large crowd that followed her about from place to place, and gave her encour? agement in her work. The presence of her followers no doubt deterred the joint keepers or their sympathizers from interfering with her, for any act of violence toward her would have brought to her assistance any number of strong and willing hands. No complaint has been made against her, and probably none will be made, but the escapade has terribly aroused the temperance people of Salina and other towns, and a repetition of the affair is liable to come at any time should the indiscriminate sale of liquor con? tinue. Bucklcns Arnica Salve. The best salve in the world for Cuts Bruises, Sores, Ulcers, Salt Rheum, 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. Prise 25 cents per box. For sale by Hill Bros. ? m m m - ?"Willie Wafflers." said -aid teach? er, "which is the shortest u y in the year?'' "Twenty-fust of December." replied Willie, who was correct so far as the writer knows. "And Tommy Tuff may tell us which is the longest day," said the teacher indulgently, "."fun'ay |" shou'.cd Tommy, Modern Instances. Greenville News. Several gentlemen were discussing the other day the Smith Carolin? lien and mortgage laws and business meth? ods, habits and performances which j have been developed under them and some illustrative stories were devel? oped. The flrst was concerning a bull which a few years ago became quite famous in the upper part of this Coun? ty. The animal was borrowed from its owner in this city by a farmer who may be filed as an exhibit in this nar? rative marked "A" for the purposes of identification. In the course of a year or two the owner learned that the farmer had not only subjected the haughty lord of the meadows to the humiliation of forcing him to draw a plow and work in harness alongside of a mule, but had heaped upon him the additional ignominy of a substantial mortgage given on his corporal person to a country merchant. When ques? tioned regarding this transaction the farmer, with the air of a man who felt assured of the substantial justice of his case, contended that as he had paid taxes on the bull and supervised his education he felt authorized to mortgage the animal, especially as he had no other available basis of credit and needed provisions and supplies with which to make his crop. Not only did A make this claim, but he de? clined to surrender the bull to any? body. He urged with eloquence and force that the holder of the mortgage could not foreclose under that docu? ment because it was invalid, having been given without authority; and that the owner of the bull would not be entitled to possession until the sums paid for taxes and the costs of keeping and training the bull had been refunded. After several ineffectual attempts to secure possession the owner was about to abandon his beef rather than engage in litigation likely to cost more than the results would justify, when a mountaineer, who may be marked ex? hibit B. volunteered to relieve the sit? uation. He needed a bull of exem? plary character and industrious habits, as no other animal known to this country could draw plow or vehicle over his farm. All he asked was a written order on A. This was given him and he departed. His method of procedure was simple and straightfor? ward and devoid of technicalities. He went to A's house, presented his order and demanded the bull. Being refused, he shucked his coat and inau? gurated what is known in local ver? nacular as a "mix" or "rucus." It was an elaborate and complicated mix and extended over several acres of ground and half an hour of time. B emerged victorious, found that the stable door was locked, overcame this new difficulty by the simple process of tearing the building down, led forth his bull in triumph and rode him home in tranquility, bearing the con? science of a man who had acted ac? cording to his lights and successfully done the best he could for the vindi? cation of the rights of American citi? zen. After this episode in the bull's ex? citing career the next heard of him was that he was the subject of another mortgage, his new keeper being like? wise short onjsupplies and lacking a basis of credit. After this transfer the owner of the bull lost sight of him but obtained from B., after long and earnest striving, paymentin the shape of a mortgage on a horse, from which he ultimately realized eleven dollars. The adventures of Captain Simon Suggs have been recently emulated by a young colored citizen of this neigh? borhood who has since departed to Georgia, and two of whose transactions have just come to light. The first of these was the negotiation of a loan of ten or fifteen dollars at a generous rate of interest on the person of "one cow named Daisy," the mortgage being ex? ecuted in due and solemn form and the pledged animal being represented as browsing peacefully and leading a life of quiet usefulness on a farm near town. In course of time the holder of the paper set forth to foreclose and take. He was unable to find his cli? ent and made enquiry of the owner of the farm, who made answer that while he enjoyed the personal acquaintance of every animal on his place, none of them answered to the euphonious name of "Daisy," and in none of them had the subscriber to the mortgage any interest, absolute or contingent, near or remote. The upshot of it was that Daisy?name redolent of butter? cups and clover blossoms and sugges? tive of vast pats of orange butter, in cool, dark dairies?was merely a po? etic myth, a flight of the imagination preceding the flight of the individual. The same ingenuous and ingenious citizen borrowed from an institution here fifty dollars, giving a mortgage on a house and lot in the city. The titles were examined and found per? fect and the money was handed over. The transaction was subsequently found to be entirely correct with one trifling exception. The man who ob? tained the money and signed the note was another man. In other words he had coolly and successfully pasecd himself off for the owner of the house and lot, who is thirty or forty years his senior, and signed to all the papers the name of that individual, who was not only guiltless of giving any mort? gage, but who is unable to sign any? thing. These instances are submitted as part of the many eccentricities devel? oped by the prevalent system of doing business in this country. Mortgages arc all the rage?mortgages on any? thing from a briudlo *teer, tbrce guinea Lens and a 1 attling board to tlic future crop of a four hundred acre farm, or the farm itself. Character as a basis of credit has been virtually de? stroyed and property is little better unless there is a mortgage or lien on it. On the other hand anybody who claims te be in possession of anything likely to sell for a dollar can find somebody to lend him at least a quar? ter on it at interest ranging from twenty to two hundred per cent. The State is a huge pawn shop. All Sorts of Paragraphs. ? Many a man who is a good shot in this world hopes to miss fire in the next. ? A man never knows that a wo? man has any old clothes until he has married her. ? Agnes??;I want a husband who is easily pleased." Maud?''Don't worrv, dear ; that is the kind you'll get." ? An Ohio girl eloped with a loco- ? motive last week. It was not strictly a love match, but there was a tender attachment. ? Two hundred and fifty-nine years ago, in February, 1035, John Black stone sold the site of the city of Bos? ton for $150. ? Statisticians estimate that there are not less than 50.000 barrels of coal oil used every day for illumination, fuel, etc. ? Wc are not surprised that people will not take a new cough remedy, when they know the value of Jr. Bull's Cough Syrup. ? llimplc?"Does your wife obey you, as she promised to do at the altar?" Simple?"Well, the fact is I've never dared to test her." ? One 200-acrc peach orchard in Georgia has returned the owner a profit of $125,000 in five years, and one season the crop was a failure. ? Twenty millions of articles of mail matter pass through United States post offices each day. and 500, 000 letters are received annually at the dead letter office. ? "Hicks and Mabel went skating last week, and had a terrible fall over an embankment." "Dear me ! Any? thing broken?" "Yes, their engage? ment." ? "Do you believe that thing about casting your bread upon the waters and having it return ?" "Well, it wouldn't work with my wife's bread. That would sink." ? Observations recently madejundcr the auspices of the Austrian govern? ment, prove that there are places in the Mediterranean sea that arc over three miles deep. ? At a depth of 3,000]fcct in tire famous Comstock mine at Virginia City, Nov., the waters that trickle A from sides, roof and bottom have a 1 uniform temperature of 170 degrees " Fahrenheit. ? The cave animals of North America, according to Prof. A. S. Packard of Brown University, com? prise 172 species of blind creatures,? nearly all of which arc mostly white in color. ? Clcvcrton : Miss Twilling reject? ed mc the other night, but she let me kiss her before wc parted. Dashaway (reflecting): I guess I'll go around to? night and propose myself. ?Ambitious young person?"What, do you think, is the first step that one should take in order to become a poet?'' Experienced editor (thought? fully)?"Well, I should say, take out a life insurance policy." ? "Don't you think it proper that young girls should learn to play the piano before they are married ?" "In? deed I do, for then they can prove the sincerity of their love for their hus? bands by giving it up after marriage." ? The coldest winter on record was that of 1790, in which rivers and lakes were frozen, and even the ocean sev? eral miles from shore. In Europe frost penetrated three yards into the ground, and people perished by the hundred in their homes. ? "They say that matrimony is a lottery," remarked SimpkinSj "and I am firmly convinced that it's an in? vestment that never pays any divi? dends." "Mine did," responded Snif fikcr. "In what way?" "Triplets," answered Sniffikcr, in a hollow whis? per. ? The White Star Line freighter Covic, which sailed from New York for Liverpool recently, carried the largest cargo ever shipped from that port. Besides 144,000 bushels of grain, the cargo contained 896 head of cattle. 9.000 bales of cotton, 2.000 barrels of oil, 2.000 bundles of hides and other articles in large quantities. ? "Who's the ;Co.' in your firm ?" asked Smasher of his friend the gro? cer. "My wife." "Ah, she's a silent partner, is she?" The grocer rubbed his chin for a moment. "Well,''he replied, in some doubt, "she ain't so all-fired silent, when you come to think of it." . ?The little boy had come in with his clothes torn, his hair full of dust, and his face bearing unmistable marks of a severe conflict. "Oh. Willie! Willie!" exclaimed his mother; "you have disobeyed mc again. How often have I told you not to play with that wicked Staplcford boy '!" "Mam? ma," said Willie, wiping the blood from his nose, "d" I look as if I had been playing wirh anybody ?" ? When Marly was at Lexington. Ya., once as a member of the board of visitors of the military institute, in company with Commodore Maury, Col. McDonald, and others, a dis? cussion of religious matters took place. Maury used a quotation from the Bible, when Early corrected him. All disputed Early's quotation, but he produced a worn Bible from his pocket, proved his quotation, announced him? self a believer and showed that he was a deep student of sacred history,