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BY CLINKSCALES & LANGSTON. ANDERSON. S. C WEDNESDAY MORNING, MAECII 21, 1894._VOLUME XXVIII.?NO. 38.
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1845. 1893.
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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."
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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
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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?
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? 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,