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? -/rzi^rrj^rt '. r ,.' 1 ~ Gazette. FBANK P BEARD, Publl* l?eifPir:%j-?''i;-' . - V BE i|tJ8T AND FEAR NOT. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR VOL. X. " v ', CAMDEN, KERSHAW COUNTY. S. C., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 1883. NO. 50. ger*fetft? g&ttite. TI1K l'KOlH.L'S PAP&3. ? r- ?* -a<r" ft PDBUH|?I> AT CAMi>?\. *. C. v FRANK P. BEARD. Publisher] ?* ?- < 3| 11* 11 To CorroMpondvuts. All communication* fcr tUH |v*i>cr thcutd U>*c W*penlt4 by the name of Ilia nuttier,' m l ?cccv **UT tor jmWleatkn, but ?s su cvldoiioe of food tftlthoa the jvrt ot tho w'tsr. Wrlteonlyen one aide of ttepaicr. lis |v.r;ivuU:rljrcarerull<i rr?>1n? 1 and' date* to liavo the letter* pUlu ti.?l ?tt? f7 'x-'' : A MERRY HEART. *Tia well to hartfa worry heart, However short we stay; Tl.cra'j'vii-j-oia i.i a nurry hoa;t, Wha'e'er tba world msy e&y, Fhilo;ophy tuny lift its head And f ni out many a flaw, But givo u:e the philosophy That's happy with a utraw! If life but bring? us happiiiois? It-briugs as, wo are told, llVhat's hard to ) u;-, though rich ono's try, With nil their h?aps of golJ. 1 hen laugh awaj ?lot others say Whato'er they w.llof mirth; Who laughs the moat may truly boas lie's got the wta't'.i of earth. There's music iu a merry laugh, A moral boa-ity, toe? It shows the heart's uu honest heart, That's paid oach man his due, And lent a shaie of whnt's to spare Despite of wisdom's fears; %And mado tlm cheek loss sorrow spoak, " Tho oyo weep fewer tears. MY ENEMY JACK. "Shall wo try the glen?" " Thank you, no." "A tramp under tho falls would pass away tho afternoon." " I am tireil of the falls. There will bo a flm ounset from tho peak, you say? Well, I nm tired of sunsets, too." "See here, Jack," I broko In, im? patiently, "there is ono thing you might do." "What?" "Come out somewhero andvfall'in love. There's a part/ just arrived. I heard a ravishing girl's voice when, the stage droVfe up, and caught a glimpse of a face which Would break *'your heart at once.*' ! A smile crossed his handsome coun ? tenance. t " But I am a llttlo tired of that, you ; see.; Just this summer there has been ? Ruble Lake, and . Bessie, and Kittle, and others, beside?beside?" V* Beside tho little girl from Chilling worth," I helped out, with an answer ing smile.. Jack's latest; he couldn't yet quite Hpeak her name, I thought. "Oddly, of all your bewitching maidens, she is tho only one I have not seen. I should really like to see her, Jack." - ? Ho turned and gazed with a sudden, refreshing ilerceni bs down at me. "You would like to see her, Mor daunt? Well, I don't know that I should object to your soeing her, to. your, admiring her, a certain way. But, mark you, should you ever pre ? same to make love?to?to flirt, even, with Rebah Wayne, you will change your dearest friend into the most bitter enemy you could have upon the earth!" 1 could have laughed outright; it was so like?so simply Jack. But the tenderness always in my heart for Jack restrained me. ?Very well, I wjll remember," I replied, good-humoredly. "And now, since you will not, I will go and try my rifle in tho glen." Jt was a still summer afternoon, at tho hour which the gay world in theso mountains, with rare exceptions, agreo to alcop away. Slight danger of meet ing any, save my own ilk?some huntsman or dreamy artist to whom nature would givo no rest; and with a keen sense of freedom and comfort' I strode down tho rocky glen. Laugh ing at Jack, now, heartily, yet withal In a thoughtful mood, somehow 1,1* words haunted inc. Could it bo that Jack was deepjr in lovo with this little girl from Ch'llingworth than any one yet know ? I had nevor been in love, but I supposed even to a man so gubjeot to fleeting fanolcs there camo a fcimo '? When otl er Ui>s (nd other hearte Their tnles oflove shall toll." Thought pausod, ntnf I was sudden ly in tho path. For this moment, from below, a voloo floated up the old, sweet song?a very angel's voice it sounded in this mountain solitude. I stood through the verses, spellbound, yet Involuntarily smiling as the legend came to mind. Glen Mary had its weird, they said. A gentle maiden wandered here day and night, striving ever to woo back her faithless lover with tho songs ho lovo.l of yore. No mortal had ever soen or heard her; tho matchless face, the enrapturing music, woro far boyond all earthly ken. I was nover a romantic man, but I grew dazed there, beneath the spell. How pleasant, if Ruoh tilings were? if I stfood, now, the one favored mor tal within sound of this secret singing, about to look, mayhap, into the won drous face of poor Glen Mary, to? ?^0 TO carry the news to Jack? Such was the'odd finale dawning on me, as suddenly t.he Rong enUwl in a wee, but emphatically earthly, soream, which sent me flying down the ravine in the dtroctlon from whonce tho voice had come. Glen Mary, indeed | A dainty, nine* teenth-contury maid, woaring a Wat* teau mountain dress and terra-ootta. mousquetaires, bent over* high ledge of rooks, exclaiming pitifully as she gazed beneath. Her broad-briimned hat had Ttflen off, and, as startled at my step, she turned, X saw. tlraTO&utl ful face I bad seen peeping, froto the coach-window not quite an hour ago. She regarded blushift&r^ut with an open expression of vexatiili. '? " I frightened yoi^ I guess," shosaid, naively, '^amsorry,.butIJost my roses, my ^lovt'ly v Iftcqupniitot. See thorn scattered all tho way Mown the cliff"' ?.*** 7* " Ob, that wa* it," I replied, tend ing too., to lpok bplow. Somehow the SoJ{<ttfcfle Jaft* r^ses ImprosRed me i mom nit a<* tho greatest affliction i&y&A \voiall a-human being. The nertV Vlctfplta her frightened protest pf look, I wasclimbingdown ? , It.Una not an easy ff at. The stones .werrfjiuppety, and tho tough vinos in ?.(h& jWfcs hcldthft. roses prisoners, at broad intervals,'the whole length" oj -/.the cliff. Hut I wai vfet nkVlng "fevofy ont, even to the poor broken-leaved by the creek. It was the proudest achievement of my life when at la?t 1 climbed back with them to her. "Thank you, oh, thank you!" she murmured, with a smllq and a frank look of admiration which sat my heart <0 beating as never a girl had made it beat before. M Will you take a few aa trophies of yor.r victory?" 1 had eat down opposite her on the plateau ; I was looking at her with a sudden, strange feeling that I had the right. Surely when a man has worked so hard to please a pretty girl he has the right to look at her; this v<as my simple thought. For I was new to love, slow to realize ray own stirred soul. I took the flowers, just thinking I would like to kiss then), if I darod. I took them silently. But she only smiled again in her pretty, innocent way and wont on talking. ?? I did not like to lose them eo soon after I got them. Wo only came in the last btago, but I slipped away from tho others as quickly :is 1 could and came down here. I always co long to see the glen. Isn't it tho prettiest place In tno mountains?" My wits floated slowly buck. " Yes. and it is lovelier than ever this season,' I replied. " Thero has been anew path opened through the south pass. If you like I?I will guide you back that way," I did not deem it an impertiiient proposition ; it was, in fact, a very permissible one in the free life of these mountains?all the same, I dared not look at her. But almost before the words left my Hps she was tying on her pretty hat, her eyes sparkling with delight. Front" that moment it was one to mew Through the wonder ful south pass I wandered with her, listening enraptured to the sweet girl voice, stealing mad looks at the fairest face I had ever gazed upon?all in such a daze of blissful, bewildering passion that, at times, tho fancy seized me that I was, after all, only walking .With poor Glen Mary who might, any moment, slip away from me. But tho sweet dream was brokon rudely; Just as the path verged oh the roadway she turned and looked up at me. "Do you know,** she said, "I think thete is something very strange about these mountains? Here I have been talking with you, a perfect stranger, as freely as though I had known you all my life?actually telling you otiir family affairs. Why, you would never know Rebah Wayne, should you meet her in the city." Despite her words she still smiled at me, but I only stared at her?the little girl from Chlllingworth! Suddenly, in the light of the astonishing revela tion, Jack's words came flashing back. Somehow they flashed pro-eminent; it seemed to me. this oewildored mo ment, that I had been deliberately doing a wicked thing, acting a base, mean part to Jack. With only Jack in my mind, I answered her: "Yes, freedom between strangers has been tho fashion here always, but that does not make it proper. Would it. not be as well for you and I to vary tho custom, and be simply strangers after this?" The words spoken, I realized my idiocy; quickly my lips reoponed to re trieve them as best I could. But in vain ; she did not hear me, Bho would not listen; a deep flush of angor, of Indignation, quickly followed her first astonished look, and then? "As wo are," she spoke quietly, and passed on before ine. 1 did not Eresumo even to follow slowly. Quito eBldo myself, I turned nnd strodoback again through the glea to the outlet back of the hotel. I was never a ro mantlo man, but 1 went supperlesB that night. All the evening I kept my room, dospite Jack's wondering protostatlons. Onco I stole out on to the broad stairway, moved by an irre sistible impulse To see my fair Glen Mary, albeit she frowne.l at me. To see?Jack, with rapture in his face, bending down to the little girl from ChiHingworth, while she upturned the eame sweet, tricksy face I had that day oome to worship! Never again would it so look at me! The thought might have frenzied any man, bo suddenly, so madly in love as I. But, instead, I grew more rational; tho sweet face loomed ?p to calm me, aa I went baok to my room. Bhe would suroly pardon me when she understood; a written explanation would make matters right between us, and then-~ I had aa good a chance aa Jack! Because ho was in love with lier.it did not at all follow that she was in love with him. All jubilant, 1 wrote to ltcbah Wayne, airing Jack with nn impunity I only regretted was essential to tho case. For what was Jack to me that moment??that bliss ful moment I lived and breathed in her. Early on tho morrow I sent my letter, and then?I kept away from her; through the day, Impatient as 1 wau, for I felt that I must give her time. But, toward evening, All con fidence, I strolled into tho saloon. I; had caught a glimpse of her from without?sitting with Jack again I it. was all one; Jack, either way, did not trouble me. I cared not whether the preolous sign shot tfould proffer were an opon hand-stretch In his presence, or the smile too faint for him to note ; I only thought to got it. I strolled slowly lip and past her, gazing eagerly in her face. She? -?She?regarded me as sho would have the veriest stranger in the otty's Rtroets. There was naught for me but to return to my room?and write again. Three successive days 1 did this, always with the *sme result. And yet I was not dismayed ; 1 ordered a huge box of the rarest jacqueminots and sent them to her with a fourth pleading note. They came back within an hour, with the scathing line: 14 From stranger to ?trang?r imoh eondaot is qtdto anpArdonAbto." Then I began to realize. I was not acting the part of a gentleman ; X was making myself rldlculou?. Moreover, there was a dally growing desire in my heart to deooy Jack down to Glen Mary, and drown him In a convenient pool. The one thing for me was to relieve the neighborhood of my mid self. , And one near morning I arose determinedly and. slipped away In the Harmless, tifit mitdder'still} this was my bitter thought as I stepped from the train In the hot city. Madder, In deed, for, In a day's time, I was quite 3er to go baok and try again X was nning it even when this bit of wrath "I have heard of that affair in Glen Mary, Mordauat; it slipped from her lips after you ran away. She did not tell me alL I know; bat yoa knew her came, end that is enough for me. Yoa flirted with her, yoa m de love to h?r, and yoa are iu l07e with her now, I'm boand. And bo, as I warned yoa, I am for ever Your enemy, Jack." A ^)it of wrath at which I only laughed, which but gave strength to a determination that needed none, and which aroused a stronger one. 1 i 1 Rebah Wayne love tins b< y? I would know; at least, she should never marry him till she had listened to my fond story, looked doap in my throb bing soul, and vouched sono soit of answer. How, under the circumstan ces, to achieve this, I pondered not ; 1 only planned to get back to ti e moun tains that very night. llut the same mail brought business even a madman might not ignore ; a week passed ere I traveled again up the mountain road. The train had been all too slow for mo; the stag6 was unendurable, and, at the entrance to the south pass I dropped, 1 y an irre sistible impulse, from the box. The glen had been a weird j lace to me always since that grateful day. Now, as I entered it, the old charm fell around me ; as at other times, I seemed to hear Glen Mary calling ; as at other times, I hastened (n, with teating heart, to keep my tryst with tier. Un, under the spell, till? Suddenly I turned a soft-turfed cor ner and came back to life again. For, just below on the bank, with her head resting on her littlo hand, sat Rebah Wayne, looking thoughtfully down Into the pool beneath. Alone, with out Jack, for once! Quickly I forgot all that was between us ; and, with my mad soul, was hurrying down toward her, when suddenly her own sweet voice restrained me. "I should have forgiven him right away," she murmured. "His reasons were foolish, but I understood them quite. I think I had?really begun to ?like him then, It is?oh I it is a dreadful thing, I suppose, for a girl to say even to these deaf rocks ; but I am quite sure I love him now ; somehow, since he went away?" But she did not finish ; ere she could I was beside her, holding the little hand in mine and looking up into her startled f.ace. That only; out of my full heart, that moment, I could not speak a word. She blushed, but she did not take her hand away ; so eloquent my silent tale; so plain the soul In my eyas, she never thought to hide her own. "I think some one must have been eavesdropping here," sho said, with an open, fond look at me. And as my arms drew her to my bosom, 1 felt her own soft ones stealing around my neck, and knew she was mine for aye. Back through the wonderful pass we wandered, as havo many lovers, blissfully, through paradise. On the betel porch 1 parted with my darling, and then, for the first time, I thought of Jack. What of Jack? In my great happi ness the old tenderness tlowed back to him. Could It bo tbat there was more In this than I had dreamed?that the love of one woman was to mako us. as ithalmado other men, strangers for all our livos? Could he not spare me this one little girl? A bit drearily my eyiB wan dered down the piazza seeking him and? Suddenly my soul laughed out. For in the far cornor, I saw a blonde beau ty of a charming type, and, beside one toying with her dainty fan, and gaa'ng* with uncontrollable rapture, up Into the fair, sweet face. It was?my enemy, Jack. ? A Flglit With Stttsro Robbora. The recent successful resistance made by a pasBonger in a Montana stage against two highwaymen leads the Helena (Montana) Independent to say: Tuesday afternoon's attempted stage robbery on the main rango 1b the first affair in Montanasince 18o5 where any passenger has had enough sand to attempt to stand off road agents. For tunately, the encounter of Tuesday terminated more happily for the ends of lustlcj than that of 1805. One day in July, 1865, the treasure coach for the south left Virginia City with seven passengers?A. 8. Parker, A. J. Mo Causland/Davkl Dinan, W. L. MerB, L. F. Carpenter, Charles Parks and James Brown. Thero was a iarg> amount of treasure oa board. The passengers?a 1 hardy mountaineers? wore well armod, principally with doubl.'-barrel shotguns loaded with buckshot. They expeotej ah attempt to rob the ooach, and determined to light. They took turns watching at the ooach windows with guns ready for qulok us?, determined to got the first shot, If potslb'e, In ease of an at tack.* One man a'so sat by the driver, Frank Wllllans, who was afterward found to havo been in with tin road agents. The second day out from Virginia, whilo driving through Point Neuf canon, the man on tho box with tho driver sang out: " Hoy*, hore they are6?behaving discovered the barrels of the road agents' shotguns glimmer ing in the bushes by the roadside. The outside watch followed his words of warning with a hasty shot, almost simultaneous with which the inside passengers turned loose on the robbers, which wbb answered instantly bv a volley from among the bushes. Parkor, McCausland, Dlnan and Mern wero shot dead. Carpenter was hurt In three places, and only, atoidod death by feigning to be dying when one of the robbers came up for tho purpose of shooting him a second time. Parks was also apparently mortally wounded, and was notfurtherm letted. Brown, who was not hurt, jumped into the bushes and escaped. The driver (Williams), who had pt.rpoiely driven the coach Into tho ambush, wa$, of course, untouched. Ills part In the robbery was afterward traced homo to htm, and although he ha I left the Territory he did not escape retribution, he having been hung by the vigilance committee at Cherry Creek some months later. The road agents who took part In this butcherv were eight In number. They secured $65,000 In gold, and, so far as Known In Montana, were never detected. . In spite ot 800 lifeboats and 393 rocket stations, about 1,000 lives were lost oo the British ooasts In a /ear. BAILORS* SUPERSTITIONS, Mariner#' Re**6na for Believing Certain Thin** Unlucky. The prevalent idea that superstition ox inttt only among tlfe verr Ignorant is far from true ; yet With the sailor su perstition seems to ba inborn. Let one attempt to deny Jack's theory about "Davy Jones' locker," in the bottom of the sea, and he will be met with strong, if nob convincing, argu ment that he is mistaken. Davy Jones is credited with having many set laws, which, though they may be unwritten, must be rigidly observed. To go to tea on Friday, the carrying of dead bodies at sea, the killing of a cat, the harming of one of " Mother Carey's ehickons," the dropping of a water-bucket overboard while wash ing down deoks, are bolieved to be offenses for whioh Davy Jones will demand satisfaction either by the sacri fice of one man, or the pulling of a ship and its entire crew into his locker. The carrying of a corpse on the ocean longer than it la necessary to sew it up in canvas with heavy weights to insure its sinking below the depths which fish6s 'frequent, will cause a panic among W ship's crew. The killing of a cat on lfoara a vessel 1b thought extromely unlucky, and woo to tho person who should be found guilty of such an act. A naval vessel on a voyage fiom Peru to .New York, by way of the Straits of Ma gellan, had on board an ill-tempered and ger erally disreputable cat whioh no one had any love for. This animal mysteriously disappeared one night after the vessel left Valparaiso, and though one of the firemen was sus pected, the proof could not be ob tained. For tho remainder of the voy age the captain 'and several of the other ofllcors, as well as all of the sailors, predicted the vessel would surely be lost. They dally watohed for the king of the mighty deep to ap pear and demand satisfaction for the crime; yet the ye.'Std reached tho New York navy yard after a remark ably pleasant voyage throughout. In this case tho wives and sweethearts who had longingly waited for three years for tho ship's return were given the credit of hauling on her (imag inary) line and bringing her safely past Davy Jones' minions. There is scarcely a sailor who does not verily lullcve that it is unlucky to go to sea on Friday, yet it has been asserted that the masters of some of our big steamships would as soon sail on Friday as on any ct er day. Yet the records of Fr days do not support the assertion and this tan bo seen by anybody who will peruso tho sldpnOws column of the Saturday's pipers Lt\ one go around among tho oIHcoib of the many steamship lines and tee if he will find any whoso Vessels icgularly sail on Friday. Only a fow weeks ago ono of'the large ocean stcAmshlps^ steamed away from her pier in Now * York on Friday and anchored In Gravesend bay until the following day beforesl\e..went to soa. It was said tlmtr ifie^ cap'?*:n*8 excuse was " to make repairs," but it came from good authority tliat he had a strong aversion to starting on a voyage on Friday. Tho "ocean tramp" steamship 1th imindda, which was wreoked on tho Nova Scotian coast, sailed from New York on tho previous Friday. This supersti tion seoms to prevail In yachting circles a* well, and the question was asked a few days ago, " When was thero ever a yacht regatta on Friday?" Regattas do somot mos occur on that day, howi ver, but it is seldom. Jack lias many curious ideas. For Instance, if tho moon has sharp horns it betokens flno weather, and if it is lying on its baok with both horns up bad weather is at hand. Again: '*"1 " When the Run nets in n (diver bell, An easterly wind is as Bare ae " When one of Mother Corey's chick ens, or stormy petrels, is seen near the ship a storm is approaching, for tlie.se birds are rarely Been in fair weather. It is a forecastle ,notion that the petrel is so named from St. Peter, on account of its running with closed wings over the surface of the waves, This brought to mind the walking of St. Peter upon the water, and the sailors think the bird was therefore called "petrel," as a sort of diminutive of the apostle's name. These birds havo been knowp to follow a vessol during a storm for many dayB, apparently with neither food nor rest, and without flapping their wings. If one . of these little birds should bo swept aboard in a great storm, as is frequently the case, no sailor will touch it. The dolphin and porpoise are un welcome to the sailor when they sud denly appear during a calm, and, if they skip about, a severe gale is ex peoted. If sharks follow a ship for several days it means that a death is to occur. Any one who has seen the haddook must have noticed a mark on each of tho gills. This, sailors assert, was mado by St. Peter with his finger and thumb when he took the tribute money out of the mouth of the flsh This perhaps accounts for the belief of Scotchmen that it is the "richest" Qsh that was ever put on the table. The most superstitious sailors are the Scandinavians, who belieVo in the ex istence of Neck, a merman, having the head of a man and the flowing ringlets of a girl. Neok, wearing a red cap, sits upon the waves and plays upon tho harp. His melody is so at tractive that sailors become charmed by It, and in this wrty many havo per ished. Tho Norwegians are Arm be lievers In the " kraken," a monster devil-Ash, whoso body Is over a milo long, only to bo found In tho deepoat wati rs. It feeds upon fishes and do vours whole schools at a time. Fisher men who have mistaken ft for an island, and taken refugoupon Its back, ha\ e been drowned In the whirlpool made by the qudden sinking of the monster.?New lork Tribune. Snake ami (ioat. Judge Stribling, of Fort Griflln, has a stock of, goats. He says his goat herder found a snake wound around the leg of a nanny, and his snakeship was helping himself to tho milk. Our friend, Q? W. Itobson, furnishes this information in his new paper, the Albany It Is terribly hard to believe, but still moro difficult to doubt such authority, therefore we take it ill In.?'fNral Woo's&i owet\ How Tacks are Made. The iron is received from the rolling mills in sheets from three inches to twelve inches wide, and from three feet to nine feet in length, the thick ness varying, according to the kind of work into which it is to le made, from one-eighth to one-thirty-second of' an inch. These sheets are all cut in thirty-inch pieces, and by immersion in acid cleaned of tho hard outside flinty scale. They are then chopped into strips of a width corresponding to the length of the nail or tack re- ? quired. Supposing tho tack to bo cut I is an eight-ounce carpet tack, tho strip of iron, as chopped and ready for tho machine, would bo about eleven-six teenths of an inch wide and thirty j inches long. This piece is placed firmly in the feeding apparatus, and by this arrangement oarried between tho knives of tho machine. A teach revolu tion of the balance wheel tho knives cut off a small pioce from the end of the plate. The piece cut off 1? pointed at one end and square for forming the head at the other. It is then carried between ? two dies by the action of the knives, and these dies coming together form the body of tho tack under the head. Enough of tho iron projects beyond the face of tho dies to form the head, and while hold Qrmly by them, a lever strikes the pro jecting piece Into a round head. This, as we have said before, is all done during one revolution of the wheel and the knives, as soon as the taok drops from the machine, are ready to cut off another piece. These machines are ran at the rate of about 250 revolu tions per > minute. Tho shoe-nail machine, fbr cutting headless shoe nails, are run Pt about 500 revolutions per minute, and cut from three to five nails atcwih revolution. -V'>- n French Funerals. The law on religious and civil fun erals, which has just been finally vot.ed by the French senate, provides that tho last wishes of every individual as to what ceremonies shall or shall not bo usod when his or her body Is laid to rest shall be fully respected. If tho intentions of the deceased are disputed, the decision nsts with tho judge do liaix, from whom an appeal lies to a higher court, and this judgment is final. Tho last will or other written testimony shall be the only admisslblo evidence,* and both courts must decide within twenty-four hour/. Tho penal sanctions of tho law aro very strin gent; any minister of religion whodis obeys tho order of a court is liable to a year's imprisonment for the first of fense and to five for tho second, anil it is presumed that those who unlawfu'ly withhold religions r t.es will be visited with tho samo penalties. Civil?that is, non-religious?funerals havo of lato greatly incroased In Paris. In April, 1881, tho iierqentago was sovonteon;in vAprll, 1882, it* was twenty-one, and last February it had risen to twenty four.?Fall Mall Gazette. A Puzzled Engineer. An ejninent engineer of to day says that when a young man in his profes sion ho was ono night in a Pennsylva nia tavern, and a lounger was pretty much monopolizing tho conversation, and, to tho disgust of th) engineer, was sotting up as an oracle in en gineer ng, among other things. Says the lounger: " Yes, sir, tho arcli Is all fired strong, you bet! Take an egg ! Tho shell of that is an arch, and I can stand an egg on tho floor here in such a position that you can't break it with that half bushel" measure there, hit as hard as you will." Tho young engi neer thought it was time to prick tho bubble, so ho bet the fellow $10 that he could smash tho egg with tho meas ure, bo the position of tho egg what it might, if it was put on tho floor un covered. The ogg was brought, and the loungor at once stood it on tho floor in the corner of the room. The engineer did not even try to fit a round measuro into a square corner, but threw down his money and left; but ho hated barroom wiseacres worse than over. Sparrows on Toast. A popular French cook of this city who knows something about sparrows says the new law should be hailed with delight by all good livers. The sparrow, he says, is not only good to eat, but is really a groat delicacy, and in France nothing onjoys 'greater pop ularity aim ng gourmands than the sparrow when proporly prepared in pot pie or fricasseo on toast. It is a secret of tho American kitchen that young sparrows have not Infrequently done f;ood service in the seasons when tho ender and succulent rood bird has been less plentiful than usual. A well broiled yourfg sparrow is easily mis taken for a De'aware reed bird. All this, to the FrenoU oook's idea, is worth considering when the slaughter of the Itttle birds really commences, if it ever does, and ho thinks that if tho littlo posts must go they may as w<ll be put into the broiling pans of tho kitchen as to be thrown away.?Phil adelphia Record. ' He Liked To. They woro deeply in love, and by the lambent light of a turncd-down lamp they talkfd in mellow tones of all that constituted happiness for | them. At last the girl in dulcet volco I *ald : "Oh, Algernon, do you llko to travel ?" ??Ay, sweotheart, that I do. It broadens one's views, dwdops ono's mind, expands ono's knowlcdgo, in creases? " Don't go into particulars, Alger non* It Is enough to know that you like to travel, for I hear father's foot steps coming downstairs, and if you don't oarry your desires into effett pretty rapidly thero may bo a dilllculty in the front hall." Algernon traveled.?Merchant-7'i a * tier. ^ ? Mrs. Homespun, who ha* a tcrrlhlb timo overy morning to get her young brood out of their beds, sayd sho <nn not understand why children are called the rising generation.?Iics'.on Tran script. (Mill Ne\y Orleans is already busy \vi',h tbe work of preparation for the cotton show to come oft (here late in ltfftl. HUMOROUS SKETCHES. Heady for the Shock. "I am a cautious man," said Mr. Slowboy, " and rarely placo myself in danger without taking great precau tion*," and he lifted out of his wagon i a dry goods box and a brass kettle. " 1 came out hero to see a match tlireo we^ks ago." the old man explained, "ami during the game h red-hot ball right from the bat struck me likp a cannon-shot botwe^n the eyes, bont my spectacl s double, broke both J glasses, disarranged my ideas, ob- j atructcd my view of the game and knocked me down. Then the catcher an I short st >p ran together and stood on mo and junip.d up to catch the! ball, and when t.iey ca ne down they both kicked me for getting in tho way and making them miss that foul. And now 1 have brought along this dry goods box to sit in and this brass kettle to wear on iry head." And placidly, sa'oly, but a little warm withal, he saw the game clear through.?Lurlington Hawkeye. A l>iido In the Wild West. Tho car was full and I pre-empted a seat on tho r\ ar platform. Inside were miners bound for Carbonate, a drummer, one lady, and a something that wo all decided was a dutle. Once in a while tho train would be lost amid coney pines, and then through a gap in the trees would bo caught an Eden-like glimp.so of the disappearing park. There were innumerable shades of green beside tho track; tho bril liancy of grass and the almost black of the forest. Even the dude showed an interest. "No paintah, aw, could do this thing, ye know, aw." Tho lan guage of tho eludo was not particularly flop, but his head was level. However, he got knocked completely out of time further on. Tho train stopped at a neat cottage painted brown. In tho door was a rosy-choeked maiden, lean ing in unconscious grace upon her broom. "Aw, me guhrl, don't yo get lone some, ye know, aw, way up heali?" ho ventured, with a smile that trespassed on tho back of his neck. The girl seemed astonished for a moment and then, looking over her shoulder, called: "Pap, pap 1 the I imo Museum monkey is looso 1 Kill it and get its clothes." Tho dude seemed to shrink, and noth ing could induco him to open his mouth from that point to tho journey's end.?Denoir News. IjM-iI l>c?v<lrop'n I*roe?%|>is. When the triangle had sounded the call to order a:id the rattling of many hoofs had ceased, Lord Jthn Dowdrop aroso and offered the club the use of the following at very roisonable rates: " Doa i' saw off the -handles of your wheelbar'cr to keep a naybur from borrowin' it." "])e man who loses his temper will bo sartinto loso his friends." "If it wasn't fur goslins dar' would be no geese. Gin a boy a chanco to bo a goslin befo' expcctln' him to bo a gander. "An egotist am a man on stilts. Let him alone an* ho am tartin to .como down." " 13efo' praisin' de philanthropy of do man who has donated a sito for an orphan asylum try and diskiber if his wifo isn't doing de kitchen work to save do expense of a hired gal." "Da man who has no friends to speak well of am a man to bo avoided." " Ho guided In your outlay by what you kin afford?not by what your naybur brings home." "Truth am mighty, but use it in small do^ei in criticising de acts of your friends." " De peacock may mako a fino dis play of colors, but when It comes down t) selecting something solid do.in' obeilook do gamier, lie's de same all tho way frow, an' you alius know whnr to find him." ?? De man who draps his wallet to t(Bt de honesty of do public shouldn't give hissolf away by advertisin' a re ward an' no queshuns axed." On motion of Pickles Smith the club acceptod tho above at thirty por cont. of tluir face value, and tho amount was passed to Lord John's crodlt on I tho cash book.?Lime-Kiln Club. Tit ft llnri Boy. " What, did your pa get a black eye? I hadn't heard about that,' snid tho grocery man, giving tho bad boy a handful of unbaked peanuts to draw him out. " Didn't got to lighting, did ho?" "No, pa don't light. It Is wrong, ho says, to fight, unless you are suro you ean whip tho fellow, and pa al ways got* whipped, so he quit fight ing. You see, one of tho deacons in our ohurch lives out on'a farm, and all his folks were going away to spend tho Fourth, and ho had to do all the chores, so ho invltod pa and ma to come out to the farm and have a nice quiet time, and they went. There Is nothing pa llkos bitter than to go out on a larm, and pretend ho knows everything. When the farmer got pa and'ma out there he set them to work, and ma shelled poas while pa wont to dig potatoes for dinner. 1 think it was mean for tho deacon to send pa out in tho oornflold to dig potatoes, and after he had dug up a whole row of corn without finding any potatoes, to set tho dog on pa, and tree him In an applo tree near the boo hives, and then go and visit with ma and leave pa in tho treo with the dog barking at him. Pa said ho never knew how mean a deaeon could bo until he had sat on a limb of that apple treo all tho afternoon. About time to do chores tho farmer came and found pa and called the do^off, and pa eame down, and then the farmer played the mean est trlok of all. He said olty people didn't know how to milk cows, and pa laid he wished ho had as many dollars is ho know how to milk cows. Ho laid his spechulty was milking kicking cows, and the farmer gave pa a tin pall and a mllklng-stool, and let down the bars, and pointed out to pa 'the worst cow on tne place.' Pa knew bis reputation was at stake, and he wont up to the cow and punched It in the (lank and said, 'Hist, confound (rott/ 'Well, tin coif wasn't a listing cow, but a hlstlng bull, and pa knew it was a bull as quick M he see It put down Its head and belter, and pa dropped tho pall and stool and started for tne bars And the bull after pa. I ion't think it was right In ma to bet two shillings with the farmer that pa would get to the barn beforo tho bull did, though she won tho bet. Pa said he knew it was a bull just as s^on as j tho horns got tingled up in his coat- ! tail, and when ho struck on tho other | side of tho barn and his nose hit tho ash j barrel where th *y niako lye for Soap, j I a 8aid ho saw mere fireworks than we , did at the Soldiers' homo. Pa wouldn't j celebrate any more, and he came home, after thanking the farmer for his | courtesies, but lie wants mo to borrow , a gun and go out with him hunting. ! We aro going to shoot a bull and a dig and some beo<, maybe we w 11 shoot ; tho farmer, if pa keeps on as mad as J mad as ho is now.'?l't ck's San. Laily Miilcahry'n Itwrniip. " Givo me the bandoline." The soft, mellow tinkle of 1 ells came lloating over the hills and dales to tho Lady Cecil Mulcahey that June even ing, as she stoi d before the glass in her boudoir, beautiful articles of virtu, choice bits of fancy work and all the new corn remedies that were scattered around in graceful confusion giving to tho room an air of retined beauty that ono so seldom seea outside tho precincts of Naples or Kokomo. "Yes, Madame," replied Nanette btigglns, tho French fenuno do cham bre, handing her mistress the required article. " And does Madame wish her Yinaigret?" "No," replies Lady Cecil, a cold, cynical smile passing over her features as she speaks. " Lord Reginald do Courcey Short will yet ruo the day on which ho laughed my applo pio to scorn," she continued, spta'ving softly to herself, "and told mo with a cruel sneer on his 1 ps. that he would, ero tho ruddy glow of autumn faded into tho snowy whitenets of w ntcr, wed simplo Ruth Redingote, the lnimblo colter's daughter, lie may think I have forgotten his words, that I liavd choked away the grim wolf of despair that has been gnawing at my h< art. but time shall teach him better?shall bring home to him with terrible, crushing forco tho truth that hell hath no fury like a woman's corns?like a woman scorned, I mean"?and with a twirl of her tap t lingers she chucked tho powder puff deftly into its box and began a long, weary search for the hairbrush. * * * * * y Ruth Redingote and Reginald Short aro walking arm-in-arm down tho principal thoroughfare and, as tho pas light falls wit h lit fill flicker upon tho puro young face ??f tlie girl, her com panion looks down to lur with a smile. Reginald thinks, as he gazes fondly upon her, that there is none so fair as this woman, neno that c mid so securely bind his heart in the silken fetters of a pure, holy affection. And s >, feeling ti.us, it seems to him that ho cannot do too much for her, cannot make his yiel iing to hor every wish too plain. And so, bending over her, his bright young iaee aglow with the kindly iig it of a deep affection, ho asks her if there is anvthingsho would like?any delicacy in tho brilliantly lighted windovs that environ them on every side. " l es," answers Ruth, a pleased look in her deep, luminous eyes, "I would llko something." "What is it, darling ?" and as ho speaks tho last word a bright crimson blush suffuses tho girl's chocks. Sho hesitates an instant, and then, in clear, ringing tunes, com!* forth tho words: " Lemon pie I" A low, fiendish laugh breaks upon tho night a r. Reginald turns hastily, and tin ro, beforo him, more b autiful than over, stands tho Lady Mulcahey. "Lemon pie!" sho hisses fiercely. "And this is your chosen bildo?you who aro so cultured and rofined. My vongeanco is satisfied," ami with an other mocking laugh sho flees away into tho darkness.?Chicago Tribune. A Ilaby on the Battlefield. The Martinspurg (W. Va.) corre spondent of tlie "Wheeling Inlcllit/cncev relates the following siory: "Almost every family and individual hero has somo bit of romance in connection with the lato war. To-day at a musicale, to which I was kindly invited, L met a lady whose talents as a musician and whoso remarkable beauty had attracted my attention. Sho poasesse < < hat rare typo of prettiness that is wholly Houth orn. Great, deep hlue eyes, the faco perfect in every f ature, hair rich In its abundance and wonderful in its tint. This is hoi- story: Twenty years ago, when the tido of battlo in long, bloody waves swopt over the terrihlo field of Manassas, a bahy girl was left an orphan on the battle-ground. Dur ing the (hanges of the fateful day the homo of the blue-eyed girl was at ono time directly between the fire of both armies. As the first shots whistled abovo the houso the parents started to fleo for a placo of refugo. ? A dozen yards from tho door both were sliot down, and the baby, an orphan, with out sister or brother, was alone in tho world. The battle r;igo I on, dead and dying woro everywhere, but the baby was unharmed. The day wore away, and juntas the sun's hist rays, half hidden In tho curling smoke, sadly kissed tho earth good-night, (iencral Jubal Karly, riding by, heard tho baby's cries. IIo dismounted, and, taking tho little waif up, cared for it until he could place it under the caro of his staters. They watched It t hrough Its infantile years, giving it. an educa tion and a world of love, and now that baby, grown to womanhoo I, lovely and accomplished, tin* net of a large circle of friends who cull her ? Waif,' Is tho solo support of these two women, sis tors of tho confed rate general. Kho talked to me modestly, y t gracefully, of hor early years, and hor beautiful eyes flllod with tears as who sp >ke of her two old friends. If [should write her name it would not. be a Strang.; ono here, for all tho city knows Mid Ida Henry." Doctor*. Tho proportion of doctors to popu lation is given as follows by the .vfy/o medioo : Fr-rnca...: 2 01 per 10,0)) Germany " k n rm !MI " I'.n/ and ('. Hopgftry (t 10 " Itihr C10 * " ftMlMnttkd 7*?hi UniUd BtftU* 10 V4 The Gazette 1 Job Printing Officii I* uitrTr.H prepared than any otl*r q?aa la to execute in " n mm n mijiimmj >wi^ Mon of Job Printing. >uch m I'mmphtot*. 1IWI Hcml?, letter mid Not* lleada, Lj1 rosier*. IVHl.tTjr*, tnrcuUrs, JUnd DlUa, VU'tlnj* ii'il AiI.lrv??C*>\li, l'uiluw?0%nli? iv. * .<Z*r' sx i Work done In Itronio, ltod, lllu? ana Bl*oK The |mbllcma>t rvmomber th*t the b??t I ? alwmyi tlio olie?iws.t. M'cdowork at Charleston Price*, mod entire mlisUcUon to our patron*. Wo k<K'i> constantly or hsuid the larfMt fapcra *ud Cui.lj In town. THE C.OOD WIFE'S PHILOSOPHY Tin- go >d wife butt'ed al>out the hou'e, Hor f-ii? bright with n plotsant smile As broken mi U hr>s of happy song Si;en ;tl oned herhea.tnnJ haaJ tho while. 1 l.o il man sat iathec imnoy nook, liis little clay pi(-e within his Ijps, And all bo'J mado and nil ho had lost, lU\id_\ and c.onr 0:1 his llngor tips, '(iood w f.?, I've jt:st been thinking a bit, Not'iiiig Ims done very woll thisjoir; M-'iiey is b >tin 1 t j bo hard to go; ? 1\\o.\\ th:ng :s bound tj bo very dour liovv t!>e cu:t!o ore going to bo fo 1, How wo'ro to keep tlio boys at school. Is kin I of a do >t and eredit sum I c.ui i malic bdance by my rule." She tnrnod her head around from the baking bioiul, And sho fao xl him with n cheerful laagh ; " W by, husband, dour, ono would think II at tho gcod, rich wheat was only ohaff And what if tho wheat w is only chaff, As long as wo both uro well and strong; I'm not a woman to worry a bit. Somehow or otlsor wo got along. "Into foino lives sonio rain must fall, Over nil land' tho storm must boat, But when tho rain and storm aro o'er 1 ho aftor-sunsh no is twice as sweet. Th ough every straight wo havo found a road, In ovory grief wo have found a song ; W o havo had to bear, and had to wait, 13ut somehow or other wo got along. " For thirty yoara wo havo lovod eaoh other, Stood by oaeh othor whatever bofoll; Six boys havo called us father and mother, And a'l of thorn living, and doing well. Wo owe no man a pontiy, my doar, Wo'ro both of us loving, and well and strong. Good man, I wish you would smoke again, And think how woll wo'vo got along." Ho filled his pipo with a ploasaut laugh; ' llo kissod his wifo with a tender pride; Ho said : " I'll do as you toll m?, love, I'll just count up on the othor sido." She loft him t'.ion with his hotter thought, And l.f.od hor work with a low, sweet si ng? A sen;* that followed mo many a year, Somehow or other, wo get along. IIUMOllOl'S. Tlio best thing In print?A pretty girl in a calico dross.?Oft City Ler ri'. k. Tin" turn of tlio "tied"?Starting homeward after the wedding triu.? lhrrick. v I'.vt-n the sands of tho sea aro hardly more numerous than tho man who th nks ho can edit a newspaper.? Yon hers (hi'jctle. Seeing a carriage full of belles and beaux drive l>y, Aminadab romarked that that reminded him of a load of wooed.? Mnmt.'ton Independent. It's Lowell who asks, "What is bo rare as a day in June?" is it not? "Well, now. if he had only stopped to think a minute, ho might have known that tho 29th of February was tne an swer to tlio riddle.?Harvard Lam poon. A cucumber live foot long is exhib ited at X i w Orleans. It isn't size that counts in ;t cucumber, however. A little, jttuhhy follow, throo by two inches, has proven enough to expand an ordinary-sized stomach to an acher. ?Pittsburg Telegraph. A collector wroto to General Shor mnn for his autograph and a look of his hair, and received in roply: "The man who has been writing my auto, graphs has been discharged, and as my i rde.' ly is bald I cannot comply with either i f your requests." A Pennsylvania man has obtainod tho cradle in whit h ho was rocked us a baby and tlio cradle which ho swung* in the harvest Held as a youth. All ho needs now, to sot up a museum of old memories, is tho switch his mother used to lick him with, and tho HWitolr his wifo had cn when ho married her. ?llurlington Free Press. WONDROUS WIHK. Thero w in a man m onr town, ^ And ho was wondrous wise ; For when ho marked his prloos down. Ho thon did advertise. And when ho saw hi s trade increase, W ith n 1 li s might and main Ho in uked r ill lower ovory prioo, And advoMisod again. ? ?Detroit Free Press. ? Til AT DHKADWT, DOOTOB. Ho wari s uh in eating, ho warns uu in drink in t, Ho warns ns In reading and writing and thinking; Ho warns us in football, foot-race, oiffht oar "stroking," Ho warns us in dancing and oigaretto smok >ug; Ho Wiirns us in taking ohampagne and canoeing, Ho warns us in wooring red sookfl and sham' liooingt Ho warns nn?of drains?in onr snug ooun try quarters: Ho warns us?of fevor--in mineral waters. Ho warns us In?ovorything mortal may mention. But?what given rise ? To but littlo surprise-? Nobody pays him the slightest attontion I ?Jjomion Punch, Griffin of Yollow Fever. A ropoit lins boon received at tho stato department, at Washington, con taining tho results of observations and experiments mado by Dr. Freize, r Brazilian physi lan, who bollove# that ho has dincovercd tho cftiuo of yollow fover In a microscopic parasite found in tho blood of yollow fover patients. Experiments nindo by injecting thifr infected blood into tho veins of rabbit* and guinea pigs proved its virulenoo by producing donth, tho blood of tho inoculated animal showing the samo chaructorintlcs ?is that from the original yellow fovtr victim. Tho doctofA ex periments seem to prove, also, that these parasitic germs of death survive in tho soil where tho subject of the fever Is burled, and from thence may again oontaminato living organism*, , which would appear to f avor or em at Ion i rather than burial in the case of yellow ! fovcr victims. About 125,000,000 aro invested i? I tho inanufaoturo of l)rcad, cracker and other bakery products in this country, representing somo 7,000 wabiufi mont?, *45,000,000 in materials, giving an annual production of $70?000,00<X It has almost panned into a profirb that few bakers die rich. However that may be, wo know that there aro many men who have become wealthy in the eraekor business. The manu facture of tho ericker has become an important opaclalty In bakery prod