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LOOK OVER THIS LIST, SELECT YOUR HOME, AND SEE ME! ?1TY OP ANDERSON. 3 vscautlliOtB on Greenville street. ' 1 House and Lot on North Fant at. 1 Bouse and Lot on Franklin at. . J vacant Lot Main nt. Other Lots in various localities. ROCK MILLS TOWNSHIP. 306 acre** improved. 250 acres, improved. PENDLETON TOWNSHIP. 88 acree, with 5-room dwelling and out ysppsss. 160 aerea, partly in aaltlvatlcn. 120 acres', two-story dwelling, barns ?sd necee ea ry outbuildings. CENTREVILLE TOWNSHIP. JUttorsa, improved. .. -.4 sores, improved. 365 aerea, improved. 890 seres, fins !ssds, ws? improved MW be ?ola to ault purchasers. OT.acree, Improved, good stats of culti vation. * 28?aeree, well Improved, good water, good dwellings and tenant houses? CORNER TOWNSHIP. 142 aires, 5-room dwelling, bara, ?fcc. HOPEWELL TOWNSHIP. 370 aerea, improved. SOO acres, Improved. 174 acres, Improved. 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I am in the Real Estate business for the purpose of furnishing Homes fvs the Peor io, to encourage new settlers, and to help those who want to se { mttf) homes in the best country on earth. .. JOS. J. FRE? WELL, Anderson, 8. C. A.. p. STRIOKLA3?P, ?. a . ? DENTIST. . Omcc over Famors and Merchants Bank, ?a?ersoa, 0, C; WAK SI Two Brass Buttons-A Story ( Phtladelph (Continued from last week.) f Iii. One pleasant evening io July, eight years after the battle of Gettysburg, the passenger steamer Oriolo was makiug her night trip northward over the waters of Mobile bay. Wearied by the task of presiding for three days over a religious convention and glad to be again ou my way home, I had sought thc hurricane deck and drop ped into a comfortable canvas easy chair to rest. I had long since ceased to harrow my soul with recollections of those awful days in the barn hos pital. I don't know why it was, there fore, that on that particular night my thoughts persistently reverted to that funeral scene hy the trench, io the stubble field and Tom Spauldiog's headboard with ita simple epitaph. Perhaps it waa only the coincidence of time, coupled with the scone of being beneath Southern skies, that recalled the memory of the Southern soldier. Abandoned to my own musings,- I sat there watching the wondrous play of phosphorescent light io ?he steam er's wake and quito unoonaoio?s of the preaenoe of the portly middle-aged gentleman who,sat opposite me on the starboard side, and was the only other occupant of that part of the deck. His abortive effort to striko a match and a mildly impatient explanation at his failure reminded me that I had a neighbor in distress. I waa about to riao and offer him a light when he came toward me. "Thank you, sir," ho said pleasantly, as he drew tho first puff from hie mild Key West. .'I seem ' to have lost my old-time knack of striking fire in a breeze." Then he glanced at my face for the first time, he smiled and extended his hand in greeting. "Why, doctor, glad to see you. I didn't know you were aboard. Par don me for introducing myself. You don't know me, but I heard your ad dress last evening io Mobile." As I spoke ho wac fumbling io his wallet aod producing a card, he handed it to me and bowed slightly. Then, com prehending that it waa too dark to read it, he added: "My name ia Charles P. Winthrop, sir, of Colum bus-Columbus, Qa." Wo sat down together and chatted awhile of the lato convention and its doings, and then whoo the conversation seemed likely to. flag, I did what a ohanoe acquaintance always does who IIQB little to guide him save the name of the town he hail* from. I Bought to name some mutual friend. I might have named a Christian minister of Columbus whom I,knew quite well, but somehow tho instant tho middle aged gentlemen ssid "of Columbus Columbus, Ga,'* I had seen again in memory that pine headboard^ with it? carved inscription-"Lieutenant Doo Gordon, 28th Gs.y O. S. A." And so I simply followed my first impulse wheal ssid: "Do you happen to know a family in your town named Gordon; had a son, a splendid young fellow, killed ii thewsr?" "Gordon? Caleb Gordon? Why,! yes, 1 know the oid gentleman very well, sir. A neighbor of mine, io feat, sod a member of tho same church." Mr. Winthrop was affable. He wes evidently pleased that my mental grappiog for a mutual friend had brou so fortunate in its very first venture, sod his fabe was beaming with grstifaotion as he added: "You know Qaleb Gordon, then! Fine oM gentleman, sir; true as steel and gen tle as a woman; generous, too, gen erous to a fault." "No," I said quietly, and with a touoh of sadness, "I don't know the father? but I knew the son." "Poa, was* it? Yes, yes, poor Don. That was a sad blow to the old gen tleman, and isn't it strange, sir, with ail the money end time Caleb Gordon has spent to get at the faots, that ho never . learned the first word of bow poor Don. died, or where he was bur ied. Thst seems to be tho saddest part of it, sir, don't you think so? Lost! Simply lost to them and not a soul knows the lao ts! Many such oases during' the war, no doubt, all through: tte-" . Mr. Winthrop stopped and looked up in my face. I had dropped my oigsr to tho deok. The half desultory interest I had shown in the eon vc rsa. tion. wss gone and I waa looking eag erly into his eyes, my voice shaking with suppressed emotion as I said; *'j&iOp a moment. Did. von nay Don ald Gordon's body was never recover ed?" :' - v v. -> '..> |i| ^'Nerer ' rooovered? Why, slr; there's nat a eine-but. what's tbs matter,' sir, aro. you ill?* >? ^Sl "No, go on; tell me aU about U#;jt said, struggling to 'regain'm?yi?eo?j?? posoj?o VB?t TU tell you why I am surprised/! I added, curbing my sag' -_- . jjv "- o i ' Jl 3M1J. ORIES. I )f tho Christian Commission. ia PreBs. ernesa. "It ?B because-because I can recover that body for I buried it with ruy own bauds." It was DOW Mr. Winthrop's turn to bo surprised, and he Btudied my face incredulously a moment, almost as though ho mistrusted me. I told him tho facts briefly, and then he explain ed to mo how Caleb Gordon had only beard that his son had fallon at Get tysburg, how he had vainly exhausted every possible means of learning fur ther details, and still clung to the food hopo of Bomo day recovering thc body. Aa hour later Mr. Winthrop and myself parted and I never saw him again. He took tho train for Colum bus, and I continued my journey north. I am a fairly good travoier, andi had a "Middle-lower" berth but I did cot sleep well. I was restless, and when at last I fell into a trou bled slumber my dreams were haunt ed by the horrors of the field hospital at Gettysburg, and the rumble of the oars seemed to my fevered brain the groans of dying men. IV. OD the third day after my return to Philadelphia the servant brought to my study a card beariog the name of Caleb Gordon. He had oome from Columbus to recover the lost body of MB Bon. The old gentleman was im patient, and eager to leave for the field at onoe. I was anxious to help bim and hopeful of success. I can celed some engagements, postponed others and in forty-eight hours was again on the way to Gettysburg with Donald Gordon's father beside me. During the first stage of the journey bc had drawn from me eagerly every detail of his son's death and burial, every little inoident I could remem ber of hid laBt hours of life. After that the father relapsed into silent brooding, bnt as I watohed his faoe I knew that the hope of eight years tho dearest hope of an old man's life must be realized or blighted by the outoome of that strange journey. We stopped in ibo borough of Gettysburg only loog enough to enlist the services of two helpers-one of them Dr. Koeoland, an elderly physi cian who had made a study of the burial tronches and had thereby been instrumental ?a recovering many bod iee; ,the..other, the doctor's negro driver, who was equipped with a Bpado and a loog, narrow box. Then we drove together down the old Balli more pike. The scene was a perfect picture of peaee and thrifty industry. I never realised before ..what a won derful difference so insignificant an element as the presence or absence of a lot of oraty fonoes makes in the assemble of a landscape. ?btil wo had forded Book creek at the samo shallow ford and approached the old Farmhouse, it seemed to me aimoEt like a strange country wo wen tra versing. But there at least %aa th? asme shambling porch where .1 first saw the long lines of wounded and lying men and . the same vi no-ol ad trellis that sheltered them from the stael heat. The crimson hollyhocks in the dooryard were blooming in all their splendor-just as they bloomed sight years before. It was the 13th lay of July-eight years to a day linoe Donald Gordon died. '".It-was me. same plsoo. My first bitter dis appointment carno when I lear ced .hat thora was nnt n nani in th?t souse who could help us accompli oh mr purpose, for the Werta far? had, gassed into other hands. I walked , around a corner of the rine-ooTered porch expecting to see he familiar old barn. Tao bara had ranishocV too. The absonoo of tho ) ar n confused mo, bu vi walked after he doctor as ho followed tho direction odie a ted by his memoranda. It was lot hard td locate ^nore th? stubble leid had been, for it w?s a Bpaoious raot of many aor.es, but to locate .the >reoice line of the trenches was a far j nore delicate task? The stubble field nore over, was a high s tubble fi?t? no oogor. It waa waving high with corn : rho dootor paused in thc labyrinth of ittlo ' corn ; nillo; "According to my lotion,'* ho laid, "tho troncho3 ran ight along here, about thirty foot rom tho present fence Hoe."* ?*I thiok you are wrooft," I return id. 1 *We>? sot gone far enough/!|?jg "Well, %e. otro soon test that;" he i n s we red. .Then athis direoiion tho legro etruok his, spade into the Mil >eneath two hills of oom. As he dug j lown beneath: the euporfioial stratum^ twas plain to a prao.tioal cyb that th mb -soil had hever beon disiurbed. I sonld See that tho doe tor was d i scour ged by bis failure, though hot sreat y surprised; at it. Upon tome pr?? ?es t he ;. call ed me epavfc f rom : Caleb Sordon, who had boen an ?seg?jr #p*o tator of tho test, and theo he said to ie }h V?spera:, ^ f?sr?,1 uii*J2ji*i?&jri.. ia hopeless. It was a foolish thing for thu gentleman to o<;mc a thousand unies on an errand like this. You sec yourself -t's Uko hunting a needle in a haystack, and if we strike ibo lino and find a body, how oan we know it is the right one? It's hard, very hard, but really I think you'd better try to discourage him and let him down easy, so to speak. A single body in a wilderness of corn stalksl Tho thing is almost impossible." .'Discourage him?'' I aobwered. "I can not do that. I haven't the cour* age. "Theo I must," said the doctor, and in spite of my exhortations not to give up so soon, he called to Caleb Gordon and told him what ho had just told me. The old man's faoe grow pale, but the lines of his mouth were firmly drawn. This was his reso lute reply: "I am not a wealthy man, doctor, bul I have money enough to buy this farm. My wife knows that I am here today. If I go homo without what I came for it will break her heart. Be fore I admit that this task is hopo lesa I will buy this place aud dig it over inch by inohuntil I find the body of my son." The dootor flushed at the father's answer but I saw that if we wero to Bucccod it must be by reliance upon myself rather than upon my col league. "Wait here for mo," I said, and I started again toward the farm house. AB I emerged from the labyrinth of corn sud looked toward the clover field beyond it, I notioed something significant that had escaped our ob servation. Across the even surf eoe of the clover field ran two parallel and well defined lines liko ground swells on the surface of the sea. Along these lines the clover was waving almost knee-deep in arioh dark-green, in sharp contrat? with tho sparse and ragged growth elsewhere. Those were the lines of the trenches. If I oould produce those lines into the cornfield and then determino the point where they ended I might yet succeed. With such aid as the mat ter-of-fact young farmer was -abie to give, I located as nearly as possible the site of the old barn, keeping all the while in my mind's eye the rela tive position of those billowy lines in the clover field beyond. Then I ban ished every other thought, concen trating ali my faculties upon the task of rec niling the past. I Btarted from the vacant sito of the bid barn hospital and paced slowly like one'walking in a trance Once more I was trudging at the end of a stretcher with the body of * ? dead sol dier. My mind obliterated eight years and I was ag&in carrying the body of Donald Gordon out for burial in the bisse of the midday sun. I crossed the dry bed of the'rivulet, guessing at the point where the rusti? bridge had stood. I was only half ooQBoious then of, the .direction I took, but from the moment I crossed the parched stones, in the bed of the brook I began counting my steps. Pacing slowly forward with my j head bent toward the ground I hardly knew I had struck into the corn field again until I had scaled the fenoo and waa impatiently brushing aside the tassel* ed stalks that cumbered my path. ?When at iast? stopped, X ? now not j why I stopped, I only followed an un controllable impulse. ?1. could not have told how far I bad gone; but I felt that it was jost as far as I had gone eight years, ago that ; morning, and, when my friends carno hurrying toward me in voa non so to my ; shoot? it was in a tone of confidence that' I said: . . ; . . Iii "Tho body of Donald OordoiMiea within ten ptees of whare I now stand." ' ?>-.;pr? Koeeland said I. was surely wrong, tho trenches lay cloie to toe IskAA lina . *1 > '. ^k ..Lat the spadeteM^hat?*^re^ as I motioned io tu-'-.* negr? to dig.: He dug out one hill of corn ten ?s'sMr'opn Where I stood, etruok down a feet or two beneath the surface and found nothing. : !|p- Y/.. "-'" "Co&eelpser to mo and try^ again," J jfciaia.-,^ the first and ?st?ohiia;::fotC?i^aue; al moak at my feet, v . Wu atoo^^nlp^ ful silence watching each 'spadeful-~ of errth tossed oni beside us. Ten inches bolow the surface the ground ?uddenly orumbied in npotfl and oayed ibto tie hoi?. ?I- . . "Thai seWl$* it," exc?a?tnad ?the doctor. 4 W?Ve ou tho linc of the trenoh." Stopping on?y to grasp my hand warm!y, added, "Noir, Sam* go ' oarefully." 8am turned; B^tjbftie mere spadefuls of IQOBO. loam while Caleb Oordon bent his silvered , head above the'negro intent '^n%t^jji?^: motion. In- the spadeful of loam. Sam tur ns d np something ciao-sonr thing lorg ?od hard with knobs at th? ends. J.'*'Stop,1' said tpe doctor? ^ forward, zraBpod /the nUe^aB?-'oM?^ haman bone. He studied careful ly ai moment wish:% sort of professional teat* ^ it pican and eyed ita proportions: C*A thigh bone, the thigh bone of au un usu ?Hy ull man; ' SeeV^w long H ls That;? njan;tn?st.'; haYe^^tooi!riovcr- " feet' if h* yt???i^pml^ib?n^ Then hi* keon eye oaugbt another peculiaiit/. "Ah. seo that," he add ed, poiuiicg to a ragged break ia the knob that once made part of tho hip joint. "ThiB is a fractured thigh bone. This man was evidently Dtruck by a bullet just below the hip, the shot killed him very likely." "A fractured thigh bone, a tall man struck by a shot just below the hip." Oh what a world of meaning that diagnosis had for me. It told me that Caleb Gordon's hope would not bo blighted. "Thit," said I, "is tho thigh bone of John Briggs, a Florida soldier." The doctor smiled incredulously. "And how on earth do you know that?" "I know it," I replied, "beoause John Briggs, a great muscular fellow, who stood six foot four, was the one and only man who died io the barn hospital from a fractured leg who had not previously had that leg amputated. He was struck so high up that ampu tation was impossible." "Well, I must admit that looks plausible," said the doctor, contem platively, pioking the loam out of the ragged fracturo with the blade of his i knife. "Now, if you could only re I member when this Briggs died-" I "Exactly," I interrupted. "He pad Donald Gordon died the same night, and Gordon lies right there be side him, for the two were buried within an hour.*' "Thank God!" exclaimed Caleb Gordon, and the old mao for tho first time in all the trying ordeal, broke down and wopt like a ohild, with bia arma about my neck. But he was too eager now to yield to bis emotione long. 8am was digging again about 15 inohes to the right of where we found the thigh bone of John Briggs. Two more corn stalks had been up rooted, and the father of Lieutenant Gordon was down on his kneea in the cornfield peering into tho deepening hole and listening to the dull grating of the negro's spade. A few min utes of patient digging and Sam turn ed Up tho rotten fragments of a board. Then with oareful hands, we removed ono by one of the deoayed splinters of tho oraoker box, from which that rude coffin was improvised eight years before and gradually uncovered the whole length of the body. The dank, mouldy shreds of the blanket and the army jaoket .that shrouded the sol dier's form dropped to pieces as we touched them, but six brass buttons wita the letters/0. S. A. stamped upon tho shield . dropped from the damp shreds of the jaoket, and Caleb Gordon seized them, like a man who has found a precious treasure. Then one by one the bones of Lieutenant Gordon's body were lifted from their I grave and laid can h ia its proper place upon thu ground until there, i wasnot a t.^g uent missing save tho lower pan of the right leg that was severed by thu. #<? nutation. Caleb ' Gordon stooped again and fc.vok in his hands the ?kull o? bia'son. For a moment the old man's eyes gas?d into the sightless sockets of his Srat> boro; his banda caressed tho o moo th frontal bones of the well-rounded forehead and then he carefully ex* amined the perfect rowe of teeth still firm andi white. "Itie he;" he faltered. ><I ??would know my ,b?y"? forehead anywhere. .Yes, - there eau, he no doubt.:; 8e#', even ih? teeth complote the evidence Those two gold fillings were the on?jj imperCeotionso" ...V While the old man stood fingering the skull and pointing out between hie saba each e vi de n o c of Hen ti tv ihe doctor, who had beenssa? ch i Dg in the shreds of ?he blanket thal dropped from ih? dead man's ribs, made, a diaoove/y that removedj th? ?Hst possible shadow , of ? doublr. "There's som jthing that perhaps yon will value," he said, and he placed in little eameosbWatud. Our UBfc'was done. Tba; identity was eatahlished beyond peradventure; ;v4?V bordon's nope was realised. We had disturbed just four hills of ?ora.,; '...,1t was well that we succeeded wb?n we did. ? fsw; booths IsterJ'the; taek would have 'freon hopeless, ?or within W year tba Slate> oif Virginia made a,n .'tiprbpri?Uon and. overy Confederate body still ?e^m?f was disinterred and.. b^^-jr^jie great ?ojt?iers?cem etery, at Riohinond. ' \ *j i - '1 ? - - ./ ; ~ ?!.(' " One more Boene aod this sombre eketoh:U-???ailfc:$MeV-^?.ws* a funeral ?sbe3b,i>tit aoM?bei thaiotbar in tbs Sinbpl* Sel3, At Donald Gor don's second burial ; the suas h i no bf the South flashed upon the radian* shafts of .marble and polished granite in*4he beautiful littis cemetery ^otambtts. Thai second s?pb? wis marked by sttsit reverent minie trat ions ^jbacam^ bf . Cuviatian isd ^oh matti ai honors a Awera'?;^^ s?rviyore jf the>.Col^?^^]t^| ?hardj werw ; t?wr??. to; ?e!o;:;. thair ; pa?t, Their muskets epoko the mattiai re ti* the 'cleared awa#:?tfo>!^^ byBoa rM?tr?f)*** tF%?6, weaplbg - ?ears',:*! mingled joy ari? s^rrowV-'^Tejr;. one mother; the other still young, a queen ly Southern woman, with hair aa black as the crape veil that touched it, was in all but name bis widow. And aa Bbe turned away at last, tue silver haired mother smiled sweetly as sjt.e spoke: "We should be thankful, Mattie, very thankful," sbo said, "for at last we have poor Don at home again." Thia is tho story that came to me 00 vividly na I sat by my quaint old secretary aud polished back to bright ness the two brass buttons that Oa eb Gordon had given me from his store of treasures. It was not much that I had done. Chance-or perhaps should say Providence-had done far more than I. And yet aa I eat there in my quiet study and thought it all over I was conscious of a sweet Bense of satisfaotion as rare as it waa exquisite. I did not stop to cs?lyze the feeling, but perhaps it waB beoause I had at least been instrumental in fulfilling the last two injunctions of a dying man. Donald Gordon had at lest reoeived a Christian burial, and today he sleeps beneath a bower of roses planted by the loving hands of mother and Mattie. H. 8. Poltz. (Concluded) Three Children Cremated. Oxford, Fla., Marou 25.-The three children of Junina Baoheris were burned to death in their home near here IsBt night during the absence of the parente. The children were too young to know what to do to esoapo, one being five, one two years old, and the, other an infant. The house was destroyed and the bodies incinerated? Happily IMuefrated. Lord Ode Eu a s ol', while calling on Prince Bismarck during the sitting,of the Berlin conference asked him how ho managed t ?) rid himself of that class of importUL J visitors whom ho could not well refuse to see, but whose room he found preferable to their com pany. ' V *0h," replied the oha?oellor, "I have a very simple method. My wife koowa them pretty well, and when she sees they sro with me she generally contrives to come in and pall me away upon some pretest or other." . He had scarcely finished speaking when the princess put her head in at the door audi said: ; . "My dear, you must come and.take your1 medi?me. You ought to have had it au hour ag9.;'^N?w.York Mail. . '. --~--f..;. - Mrs. Neva Marsh, who died in this oity in Decemberv says a New York dispatch to the Baltimore American? ordere in her will, filed thia aftarnoorj. that her dog, Bo au ty, bo chloroformed and cremated with her, and that Ste phen Merritt "scatter-my! ashes to the winds7r Tbe'wiU was - made in "1891. The dog ia dead; . T . ' ; Y . : . ? w -;. tx Li KL m: ; ; C. KAirJij^n, 8. q : .. J .0/ -i;:-.' . ? ; . :. ; Administrators.