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BY CLINKSCA.LES & LANGSTON. ANDERSON, S. C, WEDNESDAY MORNING, APRIL 24, 1895. VOLUME XXIX.- -NO 43 NEW SUITS FOR EASTER, NEW NECKWEAR FOR EASTER, NEW SHIRTS FOR EASTER, NEW STRAW HATS FOR EASTER, -A.T IB. O. ZEV-A-HSTS & CO. Clothiers and Furnishers. JUST RECEIVED, our second shipment of SPRING NECK WEAR. B. 0. E. & CO. f Everything In the Hardware Line can be found at B JUST RECEIVED, one car load Georgia Steel Plows?all the latest and best Shapes.. Plow Stocks, Plow Handles, Hames and Collar Pads almost at your own price. We keep everything in the shape of Turning Plows. Our Genuine 0. C. Plow for Terracing is the best to be had anywhere, and the price is always * right, Don't forget that our Genuine Boy Dixie Plow, with Patent Adjusta? ble Land Slide, is the best Dixie Plow on the market Plenty of Starkes' Dixie Plows always on hand. Are you in the market for? BLACKSMITH TOOLS Of any description ? If so, be sure to get our prices, for it will astonish you to know how low we can sell you a set. Have you tried our Plow-boy Back Band Buckle? If not, try them, for 'tis a pleasure to use a Back Band that will not slip, rust or bend. Come and see us, and remember our terms are Spot Cash, which is the great lever to low prices. Yours always truly, BROOK BROS, P. S?Car Load Barb Wire just received. HU.ni'i!?_. - ? ? PLOWS! PLOWS! 25,000 Potrads Rome, Georgia, Steel Plows, Highest grade Steel?latest improved shapes. A Tremendous Stock of Oliver Chilled Plows, PJow Stocks, Plow Handles, Heel Bolts, Clevises, Hames, Traces, &c, fcot, EVERYTHltNG needed by the Farmer at this season of the year, AND AT PRICES CUT TO THE QUICK. Don't forget to get our prices on? BARB! AND GARDEN WIRE. We will. SAVE YOU MONEY. Yours truly, SULLIVAN HARDWARE CO. FURNITURE 1 FURNITURE!! LARGEST STOCK, LOWEST PRICES, BEST GOODS! J9~ COFFINS and CASKETS furnished Day or Night. WE have on hand the LARGEST and BEST-SE? LECTED Stock of FURNITURE in South Carolina ! bought this Summer when everything struck bottom, and while there was a big cut in freights. We have determined to give the People the advantage of our BARGAINS! We Will Sell yoa Furniture at Prices below anything ever heard of in this Country before ! And prices it is impossible for any one else to buy the same quality of Goods for. When you need anything in the Furniture line give us a call, and? WE WILL SAVE YOU MONEY. Prices Lower than Cotton at 5c. Yours for business, G. F. TOLLY & SON, The Leaders of Low Prices. J. P. SULLIVAN * CO., -Will sell you the ? Best Coffee, The Cheapest Flour, Crockery, Decorated and Plain, Dinner and Tea Sets, All for loss Money thaa you have been paying. 4. P. SULLIVAN & CO. IMPROVE THE MULE. BT DR. W. E. a. WTMAN, VETERINARY SURGEON, GREENVILLE, 8. C. Editors Intelligencer: For reasons well known the mule is the favorite work animal with us in the South. As a rule easily raised, not as fre? quently subject to the diseases which endanger the life of the young horse, able to thrive on food which would create disturbances in the digestive apparatus of the young horse, the mule has gradually grown in favor as a worker, and is recognized to-day as the farm-animal par excellence. Since the mule is the best animal our farm? ers can employ for their work, it be? hooves us to improve his qualities, both physical and mental. What is the average build of the draft-mule we generally meet to-day ? Certainly not that shape which at once shows to tho eye power, staying qual? ities, and last, but not least, symme? try. The chest is too narrow, theiir quarters too long, and the thighs want? ing in well-developed muscles; the limbs have too little bone for weight of body, the legs too long, mainly at fault being the proportion from elbow to knee, to that from knee to pastern, and finally the body too long from withers to croup. This explains the many cases of curb and sprung knees, weak hacks, spavins and ringbones which are daily brought before me. So much as to their physical faults. Although the mule is debited with more meanness than this hard and much-abused worker deserves, there is plenty of room to improve upon his mental qualities, as anybody knows that ever handled them to any extent. These deficiencies are quite easily ex? plained. A good many farmers hav? ing mares not fit for the production of a colt will say: Well, she is good enough for a mule. Right here they make, of course, a grave mistake. The mule being the most valuable all around worker, is it not reasonable to make use of superior stock in their production? Instead of selecting a first-class mare, the opposite only too often is chosen, and the consequence is. an inferior product. The question thus arises, how shall we improve upon that state of affairs ? What kind of mares and what kind of jacks shall we make use of ? to do away with the defects we now so often find in the average draft-mule. First, let us select a brood-mare of a kind, peaceful disposition, to equal? ize as much as possible the tricky character which the jack, more or less, has a tendency to impart. Then let the mare be of sufficient size,' as she'| must, as a rule, make up for the small? er build of the father, the jack. Let it be.a mare of not too heavy a car? cass, as we want to produce an ener? getic, but still kind, offspring. A heavy carcass means a sluggish mule, and, although too much activity is un? desirable, there can be no doubt that most of our mules might be faster in the execution of their work. Select a mare with an ideal neck and shoulder to fit the collar exactly. A good many cases of shoulder lameness in the mule I can clearly trace to a faulty confor? mation of that part of the anatomy of the draft-mule. The brood-mare ought to have a well ribbed barrel, giving the heart and lungs room?a very impor? tant fact to all animals, and certainly to the brood-mare, an extra amount of work being bestowed upon these parts during her pregnant state. A close coupled back and powerful quarters to give power and staying qualities, as well as legs not too long to stand the strain * working animal undergoes while earning a living for its owner, are also requisite. The jacks, on an average, offered for service to our farm? ers, are well bred animals, perhaps their weakest points being size, and the other certainly of great weight, their feet; but since this latter fault is not easily corrected by us, they gen? erally being raised far away from our section of the State, we must be par? ticularly careful in selecting the brood? mare, that she may not be possessed of the same faulty conformation which the jack may offer. Since it is our duty as Veterinary Surgeons, not only to protect our stock owners and breeders against the rav? ages of diseases attacking any of the domesticated animals, but also to fur? ther and help to elevate that branch of agriculture which is the foundation ?f the fertile farm?namely, stock raising?I trust that these few re? marks may be of some advantage to our farmers. -.? ? - He Is Sfvi-nly?She Fifteen. TJnionvxlle, Ga., April 18.?Mr. George Mann, a highly respected and well-to-do citizen of this place, who is seventy years old, was a few days ago happily united in marriage to a charm? ing and vivacious young girl of fif? teen, named Miss Jackson. Quite a contrast in their ages, but they are living happily together on the farm of Mr. Mann, near this place. They seem to be perfectly congenial in their relations. Another thing which makes the marriage of this couple more in? teresting is the fact that his son, Os? car Mann, several months ago married a sister of the bride. So you can see that Mr. Mannas son is his brother-in law and his daughter-in-kw is his sis? ter-in-law, and his wife is the mother in-law of her older sister. Beware of Ointments for Catarrh that Contain Mercury, as mercury will surely destroy the pense of smeM and completely derange the whule syotem when cntcrln* It through the mucous surfaces. 8uch articles Ehoul<i never be us d except od prescrip? tions from reputable physicianc, as tho damage they will do Is ten fold to the g"Od vou can possi? bly derive from them. Hall's ? atarrh Cure manu factured by F J. Choney 4Co, Toledo, 0. con? tains co mercury, and is taken internally, acting directly upon t?e bjood nnd mucous surfaces of t-e system. In buying Hall's Catarrh Cure be sure yon get the genuine. It is Ulcen intornaMy, and made In Toledo, Ohio, by P. J. Cheney A Co. Testimonials freo. aarflold by DrugglM?, pri? 70c. per botttt, A New Cotton Gin. The subject of handling cotton so as to avoid unnecessary injury to the fibre is receiving more and more at? tention every year from the cotton manufacturers, and their desire for improvements on existing methods of ginning, particularly, has awakened the interest of inventors and set them to work to try to displace the old saw gin with one that will do as much work in a less destructive way. The Boston Journal of Commerce states that a new machine is now on exhibi? tion in Boston which promises well, as it has all the merits of a roller gin without its small capacity, and is more economical in respect of the power required to operate it. The ideal gin, we arc told, is one that would hold the seed, seize the cotton and draw it thoroughly from the seed without breaking or crimping it and would change the relation of the fibres one to the other as little as possible. The roller gin, which most nearly ap? proaches the ideal, "consists of a roll? er working against a knife edge, the roller drawing the cotton away from the seed, and some means are provided for the removal of the seed" as fast as separated from the lint. Machines of this kind have been introduced, but have had the defect of not working as rapidly as the saw gin. The Journal adds: "The roller gin exhibited in Boston this week is something similar to that just described. The cotton is fed to the knife edge and is caught between the knife edge and a rapidly revolving rubber roll. This roll draws the cot ton down ; the seed cannot follow, but is struck by a flat strip that works very rapidly up and down against the side of the knife edge opposite the roller, thus practically forcing the seed from the cotton as well as having the roller draw the cotton from the seed. The motion of the flat striker is very rapid, and upon this rapidity depends the speed with which the cotton is ginned. In estimating the value of this machine the natural question is as to how closely it approaches the ideal condition stated above. The fibre is certainly not torn, but is con? siderably crimped by the action of the striker in bending it over the knife edge, and the speed of the crank mo tion given the striker must be limited. The nearest approach to tr> ideal cot? ton gin that we recall was seen in the Osgood gin that attracted so much at? tention ten or twelve years ago. In this gin the cotton was seized by a covered roller against a knife edge, but instead of striking downward upon the seed and thus bending and crimp? ing it, the teeth of a rapidly revolving band saw struck the seed and drew it away from the cotton in the opposite direction without bending or cutting it. This was the ideal machine of the inventor, and in the working model he had proved it to be capable of practi? cal operation. Unfortunately the ma? chinists who built the machine en? tirely failed to comprehend its princi? ple and did not follow the model of the inventor, and the machine they built was not a success, and with the death soon after of the man who was backing the invention the proper ma? chine was not built. If it could have been done there can be no question the attempt would have been successful, and a rapid working gin that would not injure the fibre would have been the result. The gin now being ex? hibited differs little from the Osgood gin in principle, and from a mechani? cal point of view the reciprocating motion of the seed disengager can never be as rapid as the band saw method, nor can it as surely knock the seed from the cotton without bending. If there is any disposition on the part of Southern growers to use a roller gin, the patents on the Osgood gin probably having expired, a practical, rapid working roller gin that will pre? serve the staple could readily be built by any mechanic who understands the problem and what is sought to be ac? complished. The machine exhibited, however, must give a more satisfactory product to the spinner than the saw gin." There ought to be enough suggestion and inducement in all this to put Southern "inventors" and intelligent mechanics and farmers of an inventive turn of mind to work on the problem. Northern inventors as a class labor under the great disadvantage of know? ing nothing of the condition of cotton in the seed, as few of them have ever seen a lock of the fibre as it comes from the boll and goes to the gin Any inventor in the South can inspect a gin in operation in his near neigh? borhood and study at his leisure all the conditions and difficulties of the problem, and with such advantages in his favor some Southern inventor should be able to make a satisfactory gin, if anyone can. All efforts so far appear to have followed the lines marked out by the inventor of the roller or "knife" gin, and to have failed despite their abundant prom? ises. Possibly better success will re? ward the bold genius who strikes out in an entirely new direction, and there is reason to believe that success is well worth working for, and that the reward will be a handsome one when it is earned.?Nines and Courier. A Fairy Story 2 400 Years old. Not one sweet girl in 50,000 knows the origin of her babyhood friend, Cinderella. Somebody tells us that Cinderella's real name was Rhodope, and she was a beautiful Egyptian maiden, who lived 670 years before the common era and during the reign of Psammeticus, one of the 12 kings of Egypt. One day Rhodope ventured to go in bathing in a clear stream near her home and meanwhile left her shoes, which must have been unusually small, lying on the bank. An eagle passing above chanced to catch sight of the little sandals, and mistaking them for a toothsome tid-bit, pounced down and carried one off in his beak. The bird then unwittingly played the part of fairy godmother; for flying directly over Memphis, where King Psammet? icus was dispensing justice, he let the shoe fall right into the-king's lap. Its size, beauty and daintiness im? mediately attracted the royal eye, and the king, determined upon knowing the wearer of so cunning a shoe, sent through all his kingdom in search of the foot that would fit it. The mes? senger finally discovered Rhodope, fit? ted on the shoe, and carried her in triumph to Memphis where she be? came the queen of King Psammeticus. ? It will be an agreeable surprise to persons subject to attacks of bilious colic to learn that prompt relief may be had by taking Chamberlain's Colic, Cholera and Diarrhoee Remedy. In many instances the attack may be pre? vented by taking this remedy as soon as the first symptoms of the disease appear. 25 and 50 cent bottles for sale by Hill Bros, 1 BILL ARP'S LETTER. The Advent of Spring Indicates a Relation of Hardships He Undergoes. Atlanta Constitution. I was ruminating about the return of spring. It is a blessed pleasure to sit in the piazza and look out upon nature that is now budding into beauty and put? ting on her pantaletts and decking herself with flowers like a May Day queen. Nature's beauty costs noth? ing, and is the loveliest of all. I like things that cost nothing?no money, no labor nor toil?but my wife likes some that require work and there's nobody here but me. She says that nature can't put on new clothes until the old ones are removed, and so I have to rake up the leaves and trash and haul them off in j,he wheel barrow and the flower beds had to be renewed and refertilized and the old vines torn down from the trellisses and the bulbs and verbenas and geraniums brought out of the greenhouses and reset in their beds. "When I get tired she says I may swap work by digging in the garden, and so she manages to keep me busy, and all I get is a little praise now and then. If it wasn't for her I don't reckon I would do much of any? thing but sit around and ruminate. I've got a beautiful garden and am proud of it, for I am a horny-handed son of toil. I have eight long rows of strawberries that are full of fruit. We thought it was cold enough last night to make a frost, and so, to save mv beans, my daughter pasted a lot of newspapers together in a long roll and then I unrolled it over the bean rows and fastened it down with a few stones and told the weather to frost if it wanted to. Newspapers are as good as a blanket, and it takes hut a little while to paste them together. My wife says I am a good worker when T get at it. That's all she says, but I know what she means. "We were both ruminating about spring and the time to decorate the graves, and about the anniversary of the surrender, for about this time 30 years ago there was trouble in this country?this southern country. The war was over, but there was not very much peace. There was more fear than peace?fear of lawlessness at home and oppression from our con? querors. And there was a fear of suf? fering, for there was but little corn and no meat from the last year's crop. There were widows and children all over the land, but there were no cat? tle, no sheep, nor hogs, and but a few chickens. The returning soldiers brought back some sore-back mules, but there was nothing to feed them on. While the northern soldiers went home in triumph, singing songs of victory about marching through Geor? gia, the Georgia boys were browsing the mules on the coming grass and digging up their old plow stocks and patching the gear with hickory bark. But the long war was over, and that was enough. The boys had got back to home and fireside and said they could eat roots and drink branch water and be happy. Not all the boys had got back, for there were thousands in federal prisons and it took time and red tape to release them. After they were discharged it took time and char? ity to get them home, for they had no money and had to beg or work their way. On every road these returning soldiers came. It was a picture too big for a painter, or else it would have been painted, long ago. "The return of the boys in gray," unshaved, un? washed, unkempt, they plodded along from day to day, weary and hungry and footsore, but homeward bound, most of them to humble, country cot? tages, where perhaps there was a mother missing or a sister or some loved member of the family. Even the dog that used to bark was dead. The cow was gone, for Sherman's burners had taken her, but there were a few potatoes in the hill and a few chickens left and a little meal that had been hidden from the scouts. I bought the only cow that was for sale in our County, and she had been hid out in a canebrake. I gave $10 in gold for five bushels of corn away down in Alabama. I had it hidden at old Rowland Bryant's, down the river, and he had it ground at a naboring mill by night and brought me half a bushel at a time, secreted under the seat of his old buggy. There were Bix children then at our house, and they were hungry. We never thought of meat or sugar or coffee. Bread and milk and sorghum were good enough for anybody. But there was no re? pining. The family was reunited and at home and that was the big thing. Poverty was nothing in comparison. The war was over and our people were sad and they were glad. It had been virtually over for several months and the soldiers knew it and had got some? what reconciled, and home and wife and children were on their hearts. Then, there were the returning refu? gees whom Sherman had driven from the line of his march to the sea. He shelled the woods before him and they fled. There were none to flee but old men and women and children. He burned their towns and seized their stock and ordered them to "git," for he was going to make war horrible, and he did it. Such a desolated coun? try for 3U miles in width has not been seen in centuries. And my wife looked away off dream? ily and said, "Yes, it is pretty near the anniversary of our runagee trip from Rome. Thai was early in May, 1864, and you had a beautiful garden then, and we had green peas for din? ner and strawberries and cream for supper." "Yes," said I, "and about midnight, when we got the warning we took the children from their beds and tumbled them into the little rock away and went rolling down the street towards the Etowah bridge to get away from the shells that were sizzing and twisting in the air. Then we got tangled up with our retreating army and it was almost daybreak before we crossed the bridge. We hurried up the long hill by the light of the Oos tanaula bridge that was burning, and away we went on a long trot until we got to Chambers' mill, and stopped to rest, and Tip?the faithful Tip?made a fire on the side of the road and boiled us some coffee and we drank it and gave the children some bread and meat and away we went again, for al? most every moment some stray horse? man would gallop by us and say, 'Hurry up! Hurry up! The yankees have got across the river and are coming on !' Oh, it was an awful time." I let her rest and ruminate awhile, and then she said: "It was almost as bad when we journeyed home, near the close of the war. I never will forget that evening when we drove down the hill to Steel's bridge on the Canton road and one of the little boys fell out of the wagon and the hind wheel came within an inch of running over his head, and when we got to the bridge the floor was gone?not a plank was on it?nothing but the sleepers, and not a soul on Mr. Steel's place, for they, too, had run away. It was the only bridge that was left on the long river, and there wasn't a ferry for miles and miles. I remember how helpless and forlorn we felt until Mr. Sanders overtook us there with his team, and you and Tip and Mr. San? ders and his teamsters counted the old planks that were scattered on the bank and saw there were enough to cross on, and all hands went to work and laid two rows, end to end, just wide enough apart for the wheels to run on, and then pulled all the wagons and the rockaway over by hand and Tip swam the mules and horses across and you walked the plank with the baby in your arms, and then came back for me and the children, and we all got over somehow, but I wouldn't try it again for a million dollars." "You had got hardened to trouble," said I. "You expected trouble all those long and weary years and when it came you faced it bravely. I be? lieve that the women of the war en? dured their trials with more courage than the men. They never surrender? ed nor asked for quarter, and if it had been their fight they would have been fighting yet. They may talk about the daughters of the old revolution, but they make no more sacrifices for their country than our women did in our unhappy struggle for Southern rights. "And that night," said I, "we drove about ten miles in the dark hunting for a human habitation and found none, for they had been burned, and we camped in an old school-house, that had a fireplace but no floor, and the fleas were awful. There was an old log stable by the school-house and the two oldest boys tied the mules and the horse in these and slept in the troughs with their loaded guns, for there were still some lawless scouts and deserters in the country who would rather steal a mule than to find one estrayed. The next day we made for home. We passed Cass station, that had been burned, and the car? cases of dead horses were lying all round. The buzzards had picked them to their skin and bones. There were some wrecks of wagons and caisons lying around, and iron tires and axles were piled up all about. "When we reached Cassville we hardly knew where we were, for the town was ut? terly destroyed. Theie was nothing left but chimneys and college walls? not a human being nor a domestic animal?not a dog, nor a cat, nor a bird nor a rabbit." A year before it was the most beau? tiful town in north Georgia, the seat of culture and schools and Churches and colleges. All the evening it snowed a blizzard, but we got home that night about 9 o'clock and drove up to the front gate of a relative who was too old to run away and stayed to weather the horrors of war. "When I knocked at the door he came, and be? fore he unlocked and unbarred said in a cautious voice: "Who is it, and what do you want?" It took some time to assure him of our identity and to gain admission for the tired wife and little children. Next day we found our once beautiful home a wreck. Everything we had left in the house was gone. The fence around it was gone. The shrubbery was destroyed, but the dwelling was there, and we moved in. For weeks we slept on the floor in borrowed beds, but we went to work and patched up what we could, and were happy in our desolation. That was the aftermath of war. It is seldom that we recall it, for it seems like a sacred history and always brings up sad memories?memories of the dead whom we loved and lost. When my wife counts up her age she says: "I am tempted to say with old Jacob, 'Few and evil have been the days of the years of my pilgrimage,' but I still count the war ten years and the reconstruction period ten more, and that makes me an old woman." But it don't?not a gray hair yet, and I passed her off as my daughter coming from Florida. My pass was issued to myself and daughter by mis? take. The conductor on the Jackson? ville, Tampa and Key West Railroad looked at me and at her as she sat opposite; then at the pass again and then at me and at her and punched the pas; and went on, satisfied, though I think he thought she was an ancient sort of a girl. Bill Arp. Masons Will Not Cremate. Philadelphia, April 10.?Crema? tion services have been officially de? clared by Masonic authority not to be Christian burial. The question that has brought about this decision arose over the making of arrangements for the funeral of the late Cfharles H. Reisser, the well-known restaurateur. It had always been Mr. Reisser's wish to be cremated, and after his death his family decided to follow his wishes. Mr. Reisser was also a Mason and was a member of Rising Star Lodge, Oriental Chapter and of Kadosh Com mandery. These organizations were invited to take part in the funeral, but before accepting it was learned that it was the intention to have the services at the time the body was cremated. The question was at once raised whether, under Masonic law this would be a Christian burial. The matter was re? ferred to the Grand Master of Penn? sylvania, who is Judge Arnold, and he promptly rendered a decision that services at a cremation were not Christian burial under Masonic law. The family, therefore, decided to abandon their original intention. The funeral took place to-day and the Masons attended in a body snd per? formed Masonic rites. The body was then placed in a vault for a time. A Preacher's Fatal Mistake. Chicago, April 15?A special from Birmingham, Ala, says: The Rev J. M. Jessup, an aged primitive Baptist preacher at Sandy Ridge, Ala, yester? day while delivering his sermon sud? denly fell to the floor in spasms and died with his awe-stricken congrega? tion about him. It afterwards devel? oped that he had taken a lot of strychnine which he carried in his pocket on bread crumbs to poison En? glish sparrows that infested his yard. He was also in the habit of carrying sugar in his pocket on Sundays to clear his throat for his sermon. He took the strychnine by mistake. ? Two friends, a weaver and a tailor, became in time enemies, so much so that the tailor spoke much evil of the weaver behind his back, though the weaver always spoke well of the tailor. Upon a lady asking the weaver why he always spoke so well of the tailor, who spoke so ill of him, he replied : "Madam, wo are both liars." A PIONEER PRINTER. A Veteran Atlanta Editor. Atlanta Evening Journal. In a quiet little home at the corner of Pine and Luckie streets, surround? ed by all sorts of pets, including pigeons, chickens, birds and dogs, lives "Uncle" Zion Bridwell, the father of the printers of the South and the oldest printer in this part of the country. "Uncle" Zion as he is known to every newspaper man in Atlanta has seen newspapers spring up with the prospects bright and flourishing for success only to be cut down in a short while like a tender blade of grass. Then again he has seen newspapers started on very small capital and af? terward prove a great success from every standpoint and make large pro? fits for those having it in charge. He has himself started several papers, made plenty of money, squandered nearly a fortune during his career, and has to-day nothing to show for his years of labors but his home on Pine street where has lived for the past forty-eight years. Mr. Bridwell is 86 years ox age. He was born on the fifteenth day of June, 1809, on the banks of theEr.oree river at Bridwell's mills, near Greenville, South Carolina. In 1828 he was tak? en in charge by the commissioners of the poor in that State and bound out for a period of years. The commis? sioners claiming that he was only ten years old when, in fact, he was about eighteen. After serving the time for which he was bound out, Mr. Brid? well made his way to Anderson, South Carolina, where he entered the office of the Morning Watch," a newspa? per then published in the place. His first work was a devil in the printing office of that paper, but he stuck to his work and in the end learned the printer's trade. After leaving the "Morning Watch," Mr. Bridwell went to Cal houn, South Carolina, where he ac? cepted a place on the "Highland Sentinel," where he worked for a while. He then took a vacation for the period of a year. Then it was that he established a paper in Pendle ton, South Carolina, called the "Pen dleton Messenger." He was offered four hundred and fifty dollars a year to leave the Messenger and assume control of the "Abbeville Banner," which was at that time under the per? sonal conduct of Henry Allen, who had bought it from "Uncle" Zion and his brother, who. was at that time en? gaged in the printing business. Mr. Bridwell did not accept the offer, which was considered a good one in those days, but wenttoLawrenceville. South Carolina, and other portions of the State where he followed the busi? ness for some time, finally locating in Columbia, where he began work in a book office and job printing establish? ment owned and operated by I. C. Morgan. "Uncle" Zion then took another ro? ving expedition. He told the foreman of the shop, a man named Brittan, to get him a place in the country as he was tired of city life. Mr. Brittan hooted at the idea of his leaving, but "Uncle" Zion was firm and determin? ed to go at all costs. He was making seven dollars a day at the business he was then in and the foreman told him that any position he might secure for him would make him not more than five dollars per week and his board. "Uncle" Zion cared nothing about what salary he received, for his only desire was to get out of town. Brittan, finally seeing that his help? er was determined to leave, secured him a position at Sumterville, South Carolina, on a small paper called the "Banner." At this place "Uncle" Zion decided to accumulate a little wealth. He saved his money and soon had $51. He thought he was rich, threw up his job again, and went to Camden, South Carolina, where he continued to work for five dollars a week and board on a small paper pub? lished there. He accumulated $350 with which he bought type, paying cash for it. He then purchased a printing press on a credit. He made his way with his small newspaper plant to Chesterville, where he con? templated startinga paper, something new to the people of that section of the State. Upon arriving at Chesterfield, Mr. Bridwell found that the people there were inclined to think that any man being presumptious enough to think of starting a paper in that place surely must be crazy. He was derided and all kinds of sport was made of him for entertaining such an idea. Finally through trials and tribulations he brought to the surface the "Chester? ville Observer," with the type he had paid for and the machine which he had purchased on a credit. The people at once flocked over and gave him a per? fect ovation. Patronage of every kind was bestowed and subscriptions poured in from all portions of the State. In ten months' publication of the paper he had realized a profit of $10,777.27?a tremendous r ise was cut short by the death of his wife. The Observer, with all the plant, was sold at a sacrifice, Uncle Zion real? izing but a small amount from the sale. Then it was that he turned toward Atlanta, arrived here and entered up? on his career as a printer in the State of Georgia. He and his brother went into the newspaper business and be? gan to fight secession. They won a victory temporarily in the election of Howell Cobb over McDonald by fifty thousand majority. It looked as if that was the last of secession, but in 1860 he awoke to find that the whole country had the secession cockades on. All he could say was, "Go it, boys, and have your fun." During the war he went to Louisville, Ky,, where he worked on the Democrat, Courier and Journal, the last two having since combined under the name of the Cou? rier-Journal. "Uncle" Zion says that at the time he was on the Journal that Prentiss, who wa3 considered the greatest editor of the country at that time, owned it. After leaving Louisville he returned to Atlanta and here he has been since that time. After coming back to Atlanta, "Uncle" Zion and his brother aided in the conduct of the "Atlanta Intel? ligencer," which was a great success. Dr. Bonner, I. 0. McDaniel, Weldon Mitchell and a gentleman named Rice first started the "Intelligencer," but they failed to make a success of it and were soon forced out of business for the lack of funds. "Uncle" Zion then worked on a Republican paper pub? lished here under the direction of Clarke. Colonel Toon owned the Christian Index at that time and "Uncle Zion worked there. All the papers in Atlanta were ser? ved by "Uncle" Zion up to the time the Constitution was established. He was with the men who first decided to issue such a paper and from that day to this he has been a printer on the paper. In his own words he is now a pensioner on that paper because his past worth commends him to his em? ployers. Both "Uncle" Zion and his wife are printers. Mrs. Bridwell worked on many of the Atlanta papers on which her hus? band was engaged after coming to At? lanta and is now an honorary member of the Atlanta Typographical Union, having the distinction of being the first woman who ever sat at a printer's case in this city or placed an applica? tion for admittance to the Union. She holds her card now and prizes it very highly. She has copies of all the pa? pers printed in Atlanta since she came here and copies of other publications on which she and her husband work? ed. Mrs. Bridwell also has a copy of the Journal which was printed on the first day it was issued. Mrs. Bridwell and "Uncle" Zion have gathered around them a number of fowls and animals which they keep as pets. Running around the yard is a half hundred fine chickens, at the front door is a watchdog, in the house is a pet dog, while a number of pigeons coo in their box in the kitchen, and Tabby, the house cat, coils herself up on the bed to enjoy a quiet, undis? turbed sleep. Suoh is, in brief, the life of one of Atlanta's oldest citizens and one who enjoys the admiration of all with whom he is thrown in con? tact. Followed Instructions. Speaking of operas recalls an amus? ing incident that occurred at the Edge wood Avenue theater last summer during the opera season there. The opera "La Mascotte" was being put on. Miss Adelaide Randall, the coy and blonde prima donna, playing the title role. At one part in the opera she is pursued by a number of men who want to kiss her. She is evading them as best she can. They are, of course, rushing after her with all the eagerness and zeal that young men us? ually show in such pursuits. Miss Randall didn't like the way the scene went off. She thought the men didn't put enough activity into it. They didn't try hard enough to kiss her. They were mostly chorus men who had the kissing parts and she called them together one day and told them that when men wanted to kiss a pretty girl like her they went at it with a rush. "You men run out as if you were hunting a bill collector," she said. "You want to coma out like a cyclone and rush up to me as if you intended to kiss me or die. Now I want this scene done better and I'll give every man who kisses me 50 cents for every time he kisses me. Now try it to? night." The result was one of the finest pieces of stage realism that has ever been seen on an Atlanta stage. When the kissing scene came on the men swarmed out like madmen. They rushed at Miss Randall with the fury of a football team. One big fellow, who wore glasses, headed the mob. He was first to reach her, and turning she made several desperate dabs at his eyes with her fingers. She struck his glasses and sent them spinning across the stage. Not a bit deterred he rushed at her again and gave her a bounding smack. The story goes that he kissed her about $4 worth in about 32 seconds. Furious with the result of the scene she rushed into the wings. A bucket of water was sitting close at hand and gathering it up she poured the entire contents upon the luckless chorus man, streams of it flooding the stage. "There," she said, "take that for your impudence." The audience applauded wildly what they thought was the finest bit of acting seen during the entire season.? Atlanta Constitution. An Enoch Arden Returns. Richmond, Va., April 11.?The re? turn of a husband and father whose death had been mourned for years by a wife and son, is the happy and ro*< mantic sequel of what was supposed to have been the fatal wounding of a union soldier during the late civil war. About the beginning of the hostilities Morris Woodbury, a Massachusetts soldier who served under Grant and the union flag, married a Virginia lady. The young soldier left his wife to bear arms in defense of his coun? try. Ere long the sad news came home that he had been killed in a bat? tle. When the hostilities were over, the young wife, who believed herself to be a widow, returned to Virginia with her prattling boy, who is now a sturdy man and a respected citizen of Manchester. A few days ago the missing husband and father, finding where his wife and child were, came to Manchester, and there has been a happy though long deferred family re? union. The news leaked out to-night, but when a reporter visited the house, the family declined to discuss the matter at all. ? The age of a tree can be estima? ted by counting its rings, but it isn't so with a woman. ? A colored woman of Pamlico County, North Carolina, put herinfant in an oven and burned it to death. ? Ready for business: A Georgia justice has a sign in front of his office with the following inscribed upon it: "We will marry you in this shop for a load of wood, a string of fish, a mess of pork, or a bale of cotton." ? An indulgence in intoxicants of any sort has never helped a man to any social position worth the having; on the contrary, it has kept many from attaining a position to which by birth and good breeding and all other quali? fications they were entitled. No young man will ever find that the principle of abstinence from liquor is a barrier to any success, social, commercial or otherwise. On the other hand, it is the one principle in his life which will, in the long run, help him more than any other. ? Those who never read the adver? tisements in their newspapers miss more than they presume. Jonathan Kenison, of Bolan, Worth Co., Iowa, who had been troubled with rheuma? tism in his back, arms and shoulders read an item in his paper about how a prominent German citizen of Ft. Mad? ison had been cured. He procured the s-ame medicine, and to use his own words: "It cured me right up." He also says: "A neighbor and his wife were both sick in bed with rheu? matism. Their boy was over to my house and said they were so bad he had to do the cooking. I told him of Chamberlain's Pain Balm and how it had cured me, he got a bottle and it cured them up in a week. 50 cent bottles for sale by Hill Bros. All Sorts of Paragraphs. ? Promises made to self should be as binding as those made to others. ? It is always best for a man to keep his temper. No one else wants it. ? The man who is willing to learn one thing at a time will soon know mutch. ? When the best things are not possible, the best may be made of those that are. ? Two thousand patents have been taken out in this country on the nian facture of paper alone. ? In the Argentine Republio drunk? ards are sentenced to sweep the streets for eight days. ? The best way to get one's cup full is to praise the Lord for what he has already put in it. ? Sadie: "When are you going to ask papa?" Dick: "Justas soon as he has rheumatism in both legs and can't move." ? Keep your thoughts pure. If the fountain is pure, so will the stream be. ? It is the close observation of lit? tle things which is the secret of suc? cess in business, in art, in science, and in every pursuit in life. ? Mr. Greely said that tho solution of the question whether woman is equal to man depends upon who the woman is and who the man in. ? "Oh. doctor, how do you do ? You look killing this evening." "Thank you, but I'm not. I'm off J duty, you know." ? A Leaven worth man swallowed some Mexican jumping beans for - quinine capsules, ana he said he felt like a hailstorm inside. ? An adult has ordinarily twenty eight pounds of blood, and at each - pulsation the heart sends ten pouuds through the veins and arteries. ? A traveler who has been as far south as Patagonia, and as far north as Iceland says that mosquitoes are to I be met with everywhere. ? The Chinese government levies a regular tax on beggars, and gives < them in return the privilege of beg? ging in a certain district. ? It is calculated that in large ocean steamers more than 3,000 arti? cles of glass and china are broken on every voyage. ? Claude: "Did you get April fooled?" Wawbert: "Dangit, yes." Claude: "How?" Wawbert: "Ipro? posed to three girls and every one of . them said yes." ? Gussy?"Why do you so'persist^ ently wear the hair of another woman on your head ?" Beatrice?"For the.^ same reason that you wear the skin of another calf on your feet." ? She?"I know I'm cross at times, John, but if I had my life to live over again I should marry you just the? same." He?"I have my doubts about that, my dear." ? A man brought a divorce suit in Oklahoma on the ground that his wife deceived him regarding her beauty be? fore marriage by using face powder. - ? Mamma?Bobbie, did you divide the orange in equal parts between jour little friend and yourself ? Robbie? Yes'm. I give him the outside, and I took all the inside. ^ ? Wife (to unhappy husband): "I wouldn't worry, John, it doesn't do any good to borrow trouble." Hus? band: "Borrow trouble ? G reat Cae* - aar, my dear, I ain't borrowing trou? ble ; I have it to lend." ? Sweet girl?"Papa says you can't afford to marry." Ardent youth? "Nonsense! lean get a preacher to ?erform the ceremony for two dollars.'! weet girl?"Can you ? How foolish papa is." ? Center county, Pennsylvanie, has a man who claims to have "telescope eyes." He can tell the time by the town clock when separated from it by a distance of two miles, ? It is said that a man at Hem ing's Corners, Tenn., shrinks once a tonth from 180 to 110 pounds and re? sins in that condition for a week. v^ter which he regains his original weight. ? "Fact is," said the one man, "I married because I was lonely, as much as for any other reason. To put it tersely, I married for sympathy." "Well," said the other man, "you have mine." ? Johnnie: "Whew! This medi? cine you have to take is awful tasting stuff." Jimmie : "Well, I'm glad of it." Johnnie: "Why?" Jimmie:J "I'll have to eat a lot of things to take the taste out of my mouth. ? Mrs. Upptowne?Dr. Storkman was telling me that he never saw the l'ke of girl babies this year. Of 18 blessed little strangers on this block not one was a boy. Mr. Upptowne? Well, it only goes to prove what I say . ?this is the age of the coming woman. ? She?"Why do you look so un? happy, George ? Don't you know that we are one now?" George?"Yes, darling, I know that; but judging from the hotel bill I've just had hand? ed me, the manager doesn't seem to think so." ? "Mercy ! Goodness !" exclaimed Mr. Watkins, dropping his pipe in consternation, "what is that awful riot in the kitchen ?" "That's the war with China," answered his wife placidly, going on with her book. ? The Czar is the most comfortably fixed, financially, of any European monarch. He has no civil list, salary - or allowance. He just helps himself to all he needs, and the treasury's only duty is to see those needs sup? plied. ? A new kind of cloth is being made in Lyons from the down of hens, ducks and geese. Seven hundred ana fifty grains of feathers make rather more than a square yard of lightand. very warm water-proof cloth. ? An honest old negro, wearing very ragged clothing and carrying a fine, large ham on his shoulder, was met one morning by some college boys in Oxford, Ga. "Hello, Uncle Ike 1" said one of them ; "if you can afford to buy such good victuals, why don't you get some new clothing?" "Ah, Mars John," he replied with a smile, "my back gib me credit, but my stomach de man' de cash." ~J ? Our better halves say they could ' not keep house without Chamberlain's Cough Remedy. It is used in more than half the homes in Leeds. Sins Bros., Leeds, Iowa. This shows the esteem in which that remedy is held where it has been sold for years and is well known. Mothers have learned that there is nothing so good for colds, croup and whooping cough, that it cures these ailments quickly and per? manently, and that it is pleasant and safe for children to take. 25 and 50 CBnt bottles for sale by Hill Brot.