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BAKNWELL, S. C., THURSDAY, JULY 2, 1885.
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A Memory.
old-world country yarden, where the
hour*
wlnyed lunboams flash In glory by.
And whore the eoent of etrange, old-fashioned
flowers
Brings buck a tender bygone memory.
The walks are straight, and patterned with
4 stone.
And pacluit there with reverential tread,
I dream n*eo more 1 hold within ray own
The soft warm Ungers of the child who's
deM—
The child whose dainty footsteps vied with
mlwe.
Aswe t« chased the golden butterflies—
lt» th« bright sunshine,
And shrined her gladness In her laughing
oyeel
a e ., U * < 7 Unger In the long soft grass,
7. n • »un-ray kissed her dimpled band,
w e told eaob other ’twas a fairy pass
To road the secrets of our Fairyland':
And, holding safely in her radiant face
TTiat happy sparkle, we would.run to peep
If dewdrops trembled in the self-same place.
Or last night's bud had blossomed In its sleep.
I throned her in my arms when tired of play,
And whispered lore-names In the baby ears;
one made the glory of the Summer's day,
irf c 0 * 1,1,1 flve short years!
And bow? Small wonder that the roses lie
in pataJed fragrance by the dasies’ side.
For sunshine vanished with her last soft sigh,
And skies are grayer since our dUrllng died!
—Chamber's Journal.
sjITTLK NAN’S FORTUNE.
“Come in,” called Miss Morrin in
her pleasant voice.
So the door opened and Little Nan,
soug-and-dance artiste, appeared on
the threshold.
Her thick red hair was twisted in a
tight knot on the too of her head, a
row of curl-papers fringed her fore
head, little dabs of powder were left
on her cheeks, her calico Mother Hub
bard was faded, :.nd there was a long
rent in the skirt. She came timidly
into the room and laid a large white
envelope down on the table.
“It’s fur you,” she said, quickly
turuing away. “I heard you tellin’
- Mrs. Spratt’twas your birthday.”
Then the door closed upon Little
Nan.
Miss Morrin laid down Emerson and
took up the attractive white envelope.
It contained a birthday card, a very
pretty card. On one side were a land
scape and a solitary bird on the branch
of a tree, and on the other were
printed the following verses:
.There's gloom without, but there's cheer
within.
Hoi licking shout and rattling din.
They kiss, good luck! with n rare good wllll
Kach lucky Jack has a darling Jill.
It's a trifle hard, (as I think you'll see), «
On a lonely, scarr d old bird like me.
“A lonely, scarr’d old bird like me!”
repeated Miss Morrin to herself.
“Yes, 1 am getting to be an old bird.
I am to-day and James is 38. We
Are both growing old and are no nearer
being married than we were ton years
ago. Twenty-five is rather late in life
to enter upon along engagement, lint
1 would rather wait for Jamls than
marry a millionaire. Dear James! He
thinks it is his duty to stay in Maine
and preach to those poor, uneducated
people when he might be pastor of a
rich church with a salary large enough
to support us all. Of course it is his
first duty to care for his mother and
sister. Unfortunately I am poor too.
I wish I had a few hundred dollars to
buy a claim or grub-stake some poor
prospector. If I was a man I would
take a pick and go up on the moun
tains and dig; but being a woman all
I can do is to wait. I wonder what
made that child" give' fiSe “this card. I
never spoke to her until this morning.
They say she dances at the theatre,
and with a shudder at the thought Miss
Morrin went on reading Emerson.
Down-stairs in the olfice of the Grand
Hotel old Billy was smoking his pipe.
He wore long boots that came to his
knees, corduroy pants, and a flannel
shirt His broad-brimmed felt bat
wa* tipped over his eyes. He had
tilted ms arm-chair against the wall
and thrust his hands into his pockets.
“ft’s her birthday, and I give her a
card,” Little Nan was saying. “She
said good mornin’ when I met her on the
stairs. Hain’t she sweet? Bet your
life! It was a stunnin’ card. There
was a bird on a tree and the bird was
sarin’ po’try. It said somethin’ 'bout
bein’ a scarr’d old bird.” !
“Br ginger!” exclaimed old Billy,
“you’ve wont and done it this time.”
Tlien he chuckled. “Didn't you know
she was an old maid—a regular Yankee
schooltna'm? Why didn’t yon pick out
a nice piece 'bout young love and for-
S t-me-don’ts, and all that kind o’
Ing.”
“It was a mighty pretty card and
dirt ^heap,” answered Little Nan dis
consolately* “She wouldn't think I
was pokin’ fun at her, would she?”
looking up anxiously.
“Reckon not,” said old Billy, "you
wouldn’t find it out if she did. She’s
an up and down lady. This 'ere
camp’s no place for her. There hain’t
anotner one of her kind to keep her
company. Ought to send fur her sis
ter, or aousin, or somethin.’ Don’t
see what brung her way out here to
keep school.”
I Little Nan gazed in thb fire with her
large blue eyes.
“She hain’t like us,” shesaid slowly.
“She hain’t a bit like us.”
The school children were trouble
some the next day. Miss Morrin tried
coaxing, then scolding, and finally was
strongly tempted to resort to corporal
H ishment. But she was slight and
, and there were some large boys
in the school On her war home at
noon she decided she was still far from
being fit for a minister’s wife. There
were letters from Maine on her table.
OM Hrk Jones had died at last—she
was 93—and there had been a church
sociable. Sister Mary had’ sared
enough egg-money td buy herself a
black cashmere dress. She thought of
.haring it made with a kilted skirt and
: a polonaise. It was a long time since
Mary had bought a new dress, Miss
Morrin remembered. Just then a wo
man clad in relret and sealskin passed
ithe Grand. Six months before, this
same robust female had been glad to
wash flannel shirts for the minera..
Her “old man” had Jnst struck it
rieh. And down ia Maine Sister
Mary was selling eggs and hoarding np
ereryaiekel in order to bay twffelf a
plain cashmere drees.
‘’Please ma’am,” interrupted Littie
Nan, haring knocked again at
Morrin’s door. “Will yon come
look at old Billyf He’s talkin’ to him-
l» rod as the dance.”
what?
soMswkat shoekad.
“IsMdkisfaoa was red.”
Little Nan, innocently.
Miss Morrm silently followed Nan
across the hall to a small room plainly
furnished. Old Billy lay quietly on
the bed, a patchwork quilt orer him,
and his head on a dirty pillow. He
looked up as they entered.
“Good mornin’,” he said with an ef
fort “It’e so dark I can’t see you.”
“I'll raise the blind,” said Miss Mor
rin.
“Then I pass,” murmured old Billy.
“He thinks he’s playin’ poker,” ex
plained Little Nan, in a whisper. “He
don’t know what he’s sayin*. Would
you mind sittin’^With him while I git
the doctor?”
As she left the room old Billy pul his
hand on Miss Morrin’s arm. For a
moment he was quite himself.
“Please git me a pencil and bit of
paper," he said eagerly. “Quick!”
Silently Miss Morrin rose and crossed
the hall to her room. When she re
turned she handed a sheet of tinted
note-paper and a long Faber pencil to
the sidbman. .
With an effort old Billy raised his
head and Miss Morrin piled up the
dirty pillows behind him. He wrote a
few lines feebly; then the pencil
dropped from his hand. He thrust the
bit of paper under the pile of pillows
and drew the patchwork quilt well
around his shoulders. Still he shiv
ered slightly. “I’m so cold and tfred,”
he murmured. Then a sweet peace
seemed to steal over his face. His
eyes closed and be fell gently asleep.
But ho never woke again in this world.
The day of the funeral Little Nan
came to Miss Morrin's room with a
basket of bright flowers on her arm.
“Will you please help me to fix the
flowers?” she asked while the tears
came to her eyes. “I want to make a
wreath for old Billy.”
“Sit down,” said Miss Morrin, kindly
and drew a rocking-chair toward the
fire. Then she turned to her trunk,
and, after some search, came back to
her visitor with a roll of line wire in
her hand. Tenderly she lifted the flow
ers. There were red roses, and pink
and scarlet geraniums, and a few sprigs
of green.
“Old Billy liked brijrht flowers.” said
Little Nan. “He used to throw ’em to
me often.”
“What do you do at the theatre?”
asked Miss Morrin hesitatingly.
“I’m a song and dance artiste,” an
swered Nan proudly. “I sing songs
and dance.”
"Do—do ladies attend?”
“No, ma’am; only men.”
Miss Morrin shuddered.
“And you like to sing and dance be
fore them?” sheaaid severely.
“Not much, ma’am; I git awful tired
sometimes.”
“Then, my child, why not earn yeur
living some other way? It would be
better to scrub floors all day long.”
“But they wouldn’t pay me
nothin’.”
“What matter?” began Miss Morrin
virtuously.
“But I send my money home, pretty
near every dollar,” sahl Little Nan.
"There's six of ’em besides me. My
mother’s dead. Father don't git but
half-wages now. I’ve earned a heap
the last two years, since I've bin dan
cin’. I’m the oldest one. I’m 18.
There's two dead between mo and
Willie. He’s 12. Jennie, she’s 10 and
the baby’s 2. Jennie has an. easier time
than I had takin’ care of’em. They’re
up and out of the way now.”
The wreath was finished before Miss
Morrin spoke again.
“Who taught you to dance?” she
said suddenly.
“A man my father knew. He had a
theatre. I’ve a standin’ engagement
at the Central. Old Billy was awful
good to me. 1 never saw him before I
.come here, but he kinder took to me.
Ho waa^oor, too. He had a claim up
the mountain, but I guess ho never
struck it. He never sold much ore,
anyhow. Haint that a beautiful wreath?
Billy would think it was stunnin'. He
always liked everything bright.
When the funeral was over and they
had all returned to the Grand Hotel,
Little Nan threw herself on her bed
and cried piteously. Miss Morrin heard
her sobbing, and, entering her room,
tried to comfort her. Presently Nan
sat up.
“I must dress,” she said, wearily.
“It must be late.” Her long hair fell
around her and silently Miss Morrin
took a brush and began to smooth its
bright strands. Then Nan put on her
shawl and hood.
“I’ll git ’em to let me sing ‘Under
the Daises,’ ” she said,, suddenly.
i‘01d Billy always liked it. He used to
clap until I'd come out and sing it fur
him. Maybe he’ll hear it to-night.”
“Maybe he will,” answered Miss
Morrin with tears im her eyes. *T’m
sure he will!” ^
• • • • • •
Spring came, The snow that had
lain for months on the mountains be
gan to melt slowly and prospectors
talked of grub-stakes. Old Billy’s
claims had not been disturbed since he
died. No one supposed them of any
value. It'was known that he was with-
ont wife or children.
One day the chambermaid of the
Grand found a sheet of tinted paper be
hind the bed in the roomThat had once
been old Billy’s. She was a lazy, care
less girt; and the paper had lain undis
turbed for more than three months. As
she could not read writing she carried
it to Little Nan.
But Little Nan herself could not read
writing readily. She glanced at the few
lines on the paper ana spelled out the
name William Struthers at the bottom
of the page.
“Maybe its somethin’ 'bout his
claims. I’ll take it to Mr. Nickleson
He can read it right off.”
So on her way to rehearsal Nan
stepped into Mr. Nickleson's office and
handed him the little sheet of pink-tint
ed paper.
It took the smart lawyer from Boe-
ton bat a moment to discover that be
held old Billy’s last will and testament
in his hand.
^ “Did yon read it?” he asked, glano-
ing keetrt7 *CLItt)»Nw»r -
“I didn’t have time to spell it out,”
answered Nan. “There’s nothin’ ’bout
me in it, is there*" - ~
“He’s left his claims to you,” said
the lawyer. '‘‘They may not be worth
. I’ll flhd eat
about them and let yoa know. ” - - —
“Don't hairy yourself,” called oat
- > « -y* 5| -^.
Nan as she shut the door. “Dear old
Billy!” she thought “He did all he
could for me when be was livin’ an’
then he went and left me them holes in
the ground. Bet yonr life they haint
worth a cent He never sold no ore
from ’em.
A week later when Little Nan called
again at Mr. Nickleson’s office the law
yer made her his very best bow.
“Take a chair,” he said nervously.
Then he cleared his throat “My dear
Miss Malony,” he began. “I have
some—I may say, —.’’He darted into
the adjoining room and returned with
a glass of water.
“Drink this and then I have some
thing to tell you.”
“Fire away,” answered Nan. “I
haint thursty.”
“Can you bear good news?” asked
the lawyer solemnly.
“Never had none,” said Little Nan.
“I have discovered," went on the
lawyer, “that old Billy’s claims are
quite valuable; in fact ho must have
made a big strike some time ago. but
for some reason of his own he took out
very little ore. Still he uncovered a
very fine body of mineral. I have just
a good offer for it”
“How much?” asked Nan shortly.
“Three hundred thousand dollars in
cash,” replied the lawyer slowly.
“That’s a heap o’ money,” said Nan
coolly. "Think I could git any more
fur it?”
‘.‘Well, you’ll be getting a fair sum,”
answered the lawyer dryly. “It would
take you several years to earn as much.
I think you had better accept the offer.”
“I don’t have to divide with you, do
I?” said Nan shrewdly. “See here.
Give me $300,000 and I’ll sell. You’ll
make a lot out of it, some way, bet
your life. But mind, 1 want it all in
money. I won’t have no checks. They
mighn’t be good. ”
“In money!” gasped the lawyer.
“Have you any idea how big a pile
$300,000 would make?”
“No,” said Nan,” but I reckon I
could lug it off some way. But I won’t
take no checks until I find out whether
they’re good or not. There’s poboby
cheats mo and old Billy!"
“Come tomorrow,” said the lawyer,
“and I’ll have the papers ready to
sign.”
The next day at noon Miss Morrin
had just seated herself to read a Maine
paper when there came & knock that
had grown familiar. Little Nan walked
in quietly, and seating herself rocked
restlesly back and forth.
“Is your father rieh?” she asked,
suddenly.
“No,” answered Miss Morrin. "He’s
a poor farmer. That's why I’m out
here teaching school.”
“Like to teach?”
“I get very tirld sometimes,” sighed
Miss Morrin. “The children are so
troublesome.”
“You know a lot about flggers, don’t
you?” said Nan. “Three hundred
thousand dojlurs is a pretty good pile,
haint it?”
"Well, yes,” smiled Miss Morrin.
“Wo would call a man with as much
as that very rich out iu Maine.”
“ ’Taint mueli fur here.” said Nan a
little contemptuously. “You don’t call
$23,000 much, do you?”
“It would bo nice to havh,” said
M iss Morrin. Thou she sighed. How
happy that modest sum would make
her and James!
“Do you gi^ much fur teachin?”
asked Little Nad, abruptly.
“No, but I manage get along and
send some money home, just as you
do.” °
Nan rocked back and forth—back
and forth.
‘ I'm goin’- hqme to-night,” she said,
suddenly. “I reckon I’ll take the IS
o’clock train. I shan’t never forget
you,” she added softly. “I took a
shine to you the day you spoke to me
on the stairs. There haint many ladies
in this ’ere camp, and none of ’em
speaks to me. Old Billy liked you,
too.”
She rose and crossed the room, then
paused. ‘ 'Thank you fur bein’ kind to
me!” and for the last time the door
closed upon Little Nan.
During the following day an envelope
bearing the stamp of the First National
Bank was handed Miss Morrin. She
hastily tore it open, and there fell out
a check for $26,000.
But although she followed up every
clew she could never discover the
whereabouts of the sender.
The interest of his wife's private
fortune is a great help to the Rev.
James Wetherill, who is still a poor
minister in Maine.
Slugging as a Society Craze.
A tall, thin-chested young man, with
his shirt-sleeves rolled up displaying a
pair of exceedingly scrawny arms,stood
vigorously punening a rubber bag sus
pended by a cord from the ceiling of a
small, dingy room in the top story of a
teeming business block. Each blow
sent tbe bag flying toward the ceiling,
from where it instantly returned with
considerable force. The perspiring
young man rained blows at the bound
ing bag, but ofteu missed it
“Keep it up; it’s the best work in the
world,” said a broad-shouldered, un
der-sized, elderly man encouragingly.
For ten minutes the young man con
tinued his exercise, and then sank into
a heap in a chair and panted.
“He’s one of my pupils,” said the
professor of sparring, “and he’s getting
on gye&t, ain’t her” turning to the
breathless youth. The latter winked
bis eyes faintly to indicate that be was
and then lumbered painfully into an
adjoining dressing-room.
“That”s one of my latest pupils tak
ing his lesson,” said the professor.
“The present boom in pugilism brought
him to me with a lot of others. Some
of them made good ones. I just wish
that one man whom I taught would
stand up before one of these blowhard
professionals. He’s a regular dude, a
society ' swell who couldn’t lift 900
pounds, and who smokes cigarettes,
but he’s a terror. Another la-la who
has a responsible financial position
could knock out twice his size/’—Che-
H/i/fA 7 'rihtiMMJ
A Buffalo newspaper, Ik very large
type, contain* this distressing "sign at
the time*:” “Ladies, we have re
ceived a new importation of long hair,
from 94 to $0 ieehes, iecieding an ele
gant assortment of grarootora.” _■.
TRAIN TALK.
young man who had introduced
hinSself to a lady by raising the win
dow for her was glibly talking of his
travels. He had been in a good many
places during his life-time, hadn’t for
gotten stay of them and didn't seem to
miss one in his account He was so
much interested in his conversation
that he failed to notice the lady's fre-
S uent yawning and other palpable evi-
ences that she was feeling bored.
“As for the water,” he said, “1 just
love the water. I am a splendid sailor.
Never have any trouble at all Never
got scared. They used to call me a
regular old salt I—”
“But you never sailed on the salt wa
ter, did you?”
“Yes; yes, indeed. Many a time.
But why did you ask?”
“Oh, I was merely thinking that you
hadn’t”
“Hello, old man, where are you
bouud?" inquired the conductor of an
acquaintance in the smoking car.
“Going back East,” was the response,
rather sourly.
“Have you quit railroading out in
Idaho?”
“Yes, I have.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Oh, I don’t want to run a locomo
tive in a country where towns die off
so fast that in the place where* we get
our dinners one day the next day we
stop as usual and look all around, but
not a shanty is to be seen. I like my
dinners regularly, I do, and no more
Idaho in mine, please.”
The smoking car of an incoming
train was full of passengers. It was
also full of hot air.
"Hear we’re goin’ to have cholera
this summer,” remarked one passenger
to his seat-mate.
“Shouldn't wonder.”
“Well in that case I think it is every
man’s duty to clean up an' git things
in readiness to fight the scourge."
“Do you mean to do that yourself?”
“Yes, I da"
“Very good. Don’t lose any time
about it, either. You will find a bath
room right across the street from the
depot"
“Here's an item in the paper,” re
marked a Wisconsin farmer, “that says
it costs 42 cents to stop a train.”
“Yes. sir, that’s what the figures
show on careful investigation.”
"Well, if that’s the figure most of
the roads get off cheap. Up our way a
train is stopped every few nights, and
it always costs the company from $50
up. Nicest way for us poor farmers to
work off sick cows or played ont horses
ever you saw."
“More Afghan troubles, I see,” re
marked a passenger from St Lonis;
“and that reminds me of the first Af
ghan trouble I can remember.”
“When was that?”
“Many years ago. I took two St
Louis girls out sleigh-riding one cold
night and both of ’em tried to cover
their ears with one Afghan. It couldn’t
bo done and war followed.”
“It's rather strange,” observed apaa-
aenger from Pittsburg, “that England
should send clear over to Missouri to
buy mules for use in the Soudan. I
wonder what tbat’s for?”
“Tactica, my dear sir, tactics,” re-
f died a military looking man. “Eng-
and’a policy in Egypt is to get up close
to the enemy and then turn tail and re
treat slowly and in good order. Here
ia where the mule is expected to get in
his work.”
“Well this is mighty discouraging,”
said a young man aa he looked up from
his paper. "1 read here that old, bang-
ed-up, broken nosed pitchers are a
drug in the market, and are worth only
30 cents apiece.”
“What’s that to you? Have you been
■peculating in decorative relics?”
“Relics! Thunder, no! I’m a base
ball pitcher.”—Wtllman in Chicago
Herald.
\
Booth’s Ride By Night.
“Did you ever know how Booth
f aasod the pickets on the bridge of the
otomac that fatal night*” said my
friend. “I will tell you as it was told
me by the old sentinel who was that
night on duty there. A half hour be
fore the time agreed upon by Booth to
meet Harold the latter, who had lived
in the neighborhood of the bridge all
his life, and who was across the river
in the littie village of Uniontown then,
crossed the bridge to come over on the
Washington side. ‘Who goes there?'
said the sentinel on the bridge. ‘A
friend, going for a doctor,’ replied
Harold. ‘Pass,’said the sentinel He
quickly rode up Eleventh street to Penn-
svlvahia avenue and Eighth street, and
there in the darkness waited until the
thundering hoofs of Booth’s horse were
heard coming down Pennsylvania
avenue. The two horsemen then start
ed down Eighth street toward the
bridge on that ride for their lives,
whicn ended in Garrett’s burning barn
in Virginia, a hundred miles away.
‘Who goes there?’ rang out on the air
from the startled sentry- as the two
horses came rushing tows/d the bridge.
Harold was ahead and cried out, ‘A
friend, with the doctor.’ The two men
E assed over the bridge, and it was per-
aps several hours alter the reverbera
tions of the horses hoots had died away
before the sentry knew who the men in
such a hurry really were, and when he
found It out he warn nearly soared to
death for fear he had failed to do his
duty.”—Philadelphia Time*.
A kiss is a paroxysmal contact be
tween the labial appendage attached to
the superior and inferior maxiliaries
respectively of a man and woman or
two women. The younger the parties
are tbe more paroxysmal will be the
paroxysm, and in case it be observed
by the fond father of the paroxyaed
young lady, there is also likely to be
perigee between the paroxyzer’s
pedetic lunotion and the phalangeal
extremities of the metat*rus and other
brio-a-brae depending frunr the lower
end of the old gentleman’s right Itr.
The kiss itself is not the paroxysm. It
is merely the vibrations, of the super
incumbent atmosphere, resultant from
the expulsion of sweetness from sack
of the pain of Ups engaged ia ersatiag
it—.Aj«oft*2>vn#criMi .
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An Intelligent Horse.
■' There can no longer bo any doubt
that the horse ia a noble and intelli
gent animal Ilia admirers have al
ways insisted upon his nobility and in
telligence, bat very many persona have
failed to agree with (hem. They have
asked: “How can an aniiu.il bo called
intelligent who lives iu terror of a
sheet of paper lying m fm pstb, and
wherein consists the nobility * of the
beast who will run away without any
provocation whatever and smash a
valuable carriage and a more or less
valuable driver?” The very fact that
an animal as powerful os the horse will
consent to be a slave seems to show
that he is mean-spirited and stupid. A
lion or a tiger would utterly refuse to
spend his life in dragging a Third
avenue car, and there can be no doubt
that in all wild-beast circles public
opinion is very far from accepting the
theory that a horse is cither noble or
intelligent
It has remained for a Boston horse
to vindicate in the most thorough man
ner his right to the high estimate
placed upon the horse by all horsey
E ersons. From time immemorial
orses have been introduced into dra
matic representations, and hitherto
they have accepted without remon
strance any part which a manager
might assign to them. They have
walked meekly on the stage, blinked
at the footlights, and walked off again
at the proper time. Some horses,
trained to act in "Mazeppa,’’ have al
lowed large and heavy actresses to be
lashed to their backs, and have then
solemnly pranced up a winding path
way of wooden rocks and pretended to
gallop at a speed of nearly two miles
an hour. When one reflects upon the
good that might bo done by a really in
telligent dramatic horse, it seems sad
that our stupid horses should so long
have failed to avail themselves of the
opportunities afforded by the stage.
How many oppressive stage villains
might have been suddenly kicked into
a proscenium box, and how many yel
low-haired Mazeppas might have been
lifted by their hair and dropped into
the orchestra?
The Boston horse iu question came
on the stage in a quiet and undemon
strative way, but he had evidently
made up hia mind what to do. He
walked promptly to the footlights and
threw himself into the orchestra, land
ing on the bass-drum. The harrowing
incidental music came to an abrupt
pause, and the musicians, who had in
tended to play "Sweet Violets” at the
end of the act, fled in all directions.
The bass drum was gloriously and irre
trievably smashed, and tbe horse, hav
ing accomplished his noble work, per
mitted the supernumeraries to lead
him quietly away.
Here was a noble purpose intelligent
ly executed. It may be said that the
failure of the horse to kill oue or two
fiddlers and the man who plays the
cornet solo was reprehensible, but in
view of the smashing of the bass
drum it would be ungrateful to find
fault with the horse for anything.
He accomplished his grand purpose of
silencing the drum and of frightening
the orchestra so thoroughly that it did
not venture to play "Sweet Violets”
during the whole evening. Let us hon
or this noble and intelligent animal,
and hope that his example will be fol
lowed by every liorse which hereafter
••pears on any stage.—Aeu; York
ict.
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Seen In Kremlin.
-9,
I heard and read a great deal about
the Kremlin, but bad no distinct idea
of what it was like until I saw it I
had no idea of its vast extent; that
within its walls were contained palaces,
churches, monasteries and arsenals.
The walls surrounding all these struct
ures arc of vast thickness. At frequent
intervals are watch towers of fanciful
design, and the battlement are all loop-
holed for the discharge of missiles. In
side is the Red Square, so called from
the thousands of judicial murderrthere
committed, and in the center of it is *
group of statuary called “The Prince
and Moujik.” There are many entran
ces into the Kremlin, but the principal
one is the Redeemer Gate, which is
considered a holy place, on account of
a certain famous statue which finds
lodging in one of its niches. .When
passing through this portal every one
is supposed to take off his hat. The
Convent of the Ascension is a strange
freak of architectural fancy, but beau
tiful withal. Near it is a place where
the holy oil is manufactured, with
which all Russian children are baptized.
Around the arsenal are hundred of can
non taken from the French, and there
I saw that immense piece of ordnance
called tbe King of Cannon, but which,
like the King of Bells, also in the
Kremlin, is fit for nothing but show.
The Ivan tower and the cathedral
with its numberless costly thrones, are
both monuments of human skill It is
in this cathedral that the Czars of
Russia crown themselves, no other
than their own hands being considered
fit for thi* holy office. The palace,
which has an unpretentious appearance
onlsuic, being coated with staoco, is of
S eat extent It contains the St
iorge's Hall and numberless suits of
apartments for the guests of royalty.
!nie throne of the Czar was shown to
me, and as 1 stood looking at it I al
most trembled as I thought of the un
disputed sway, of the limitless power
of life and? death over a hundred
millions of people, which he who had
occupied it a few day* belora held.—
John L. Stoddard.
Editors will have their peculiarities
as well as other people. They praotioe
and inculcate brevity, which is a vir
tue. They are abeent-mindod, which
is a failing. It is not strange, then, that
one should send a note to his lady-lov
like the following: “Dearest, I have
carefully analysed the feeling I enter
tain for you, and the result Is substan
tially as follows: 1 adore you! Will
you be mine? Answer.” Then, after a
moment of thought, he added in a
dreamy, absant way: “Write only on
skit e< the papas.-. . Write plaioly^
and give real name, not asoessarily for
K * 'cation, but as a guarantee of good
—Buffalo Courier.
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Tbe tin districts of the Malay Penin
sula are said to be, without exception,
As richest ia the world. V
tub users Os tss stats.
Somm of th« lAtMt SajrlBjrs
SeatB Cara! 1ml.
Datags la
—There is said to be a great deal of
sickness iu Marion county.
—Mr. W. II. Hendrix, of Edgefield
county, has an almond tree loaded with
fruit.
—A largo bear has been seen recent
ly in the neighborhood of Reeresville,
Colleton county.
—The Langley cotton mills are still
running on full time, with a fUr de
mand for goods.
—Mr. Robert L. Davinncy has been
elected superintendent of the York
county poorhousc.
—The merchants in Rock Hill have
agreed to close their places of business
on the fourth of July.
1 he president and directors of the
Anderson National Bank talk of start
ing a bank at Abbeville.
The work of building the founda
tion of the new opera-house at Cam
den has been commenced.
•Mrs. J.G. Stecdman, Jr., of Aiken
county, has between seventy-five and
a hundred “frying chickens.”
— The Combahee Mounted Rifles of
Colleton county will have a celebration
at Hendersonville on July 7.
—Some of the ladies in Aiken are
getting up an entertainment for the
benefit of the Baptist Church at that
place.
—The town council and board of
health of Edgefield have made an in
spection ot the sanitary condition of
the village.
The town council of Walterhoro
have been petitioned to appropriate
enough money to establish a hook and
ladder company.
—The town council of Abbeville aet
out three hundred shade trees last year.
One hundred and seventy-flve of them
aie growing finely.
—A petition has been forwarded to
the postmaster-general asking that the
postoffice at Waltcrboro be made a
money order office.
—It is proposed to hold a reunion of
the survivors of the 7th Regiment,
8. C. V., at the old Star Fort, near
Ninety-Six, on August 16.
— The Baptists will commence a
protracted meeting at Langley on tbe
first Sunday in July, with a sunrise
meeting and preaching all day.
—The officers of the Greenwood,
Laurens and Spartanburg Railroad
expect to have trians rnnning into
Spartanburg by the last of August.
—At the recent Court lu Marion
Judge Hudson made an order permit
ting no one to occupy tbe seats iu the
bar but tbe lawyers and their clients.
—Mr. John W. Rykard, ot Abbe
ville, has invented and patented an
automatic car coupler and a fly fhn
that speak well for him as su inven
tor.
—George L. Holmes, of Charleston,
has been appointed Special Agent of
the Bureau of Labor, vice Wm. L.
Trenholm, who declined his appoint
ment.
•The Rev. Dennis O’Connell, a
former citizen of Fort Mill township,
iu York county, has been appointed
rector of the American College at
Rome, Italy.
—The University of Arkansas has
conferred the degree of doctor of
divinity on the Rev. J. L. Martin,
formerly pastor of tbe Presbyterian
church at Abbeville, S. C.
—A gentleman in Aiken county real
ized twenty-seven dollars from three
shipments of the ordinary plum In
Charleston market. His net profits
were about three dollars a bushel.
—The Pee-Dee Index says: ‘Tbs
freight on 330 pounds of paper from
Richmond to Marion costs $1.50,
while from Augusta to Marioo, half
the distance, costs $4 on 428 pounds.”
—Miss Ann Bailey, of Aiken county,
was found dead in her bed on Saturday
morning, June 20. It is supposed abe
died from heart disease. Tbe verdict
of the jury was that she came to her
death from natural cause*.
—The contract for furnishing granite
for the State House has been awarded
to the Westham Granite Company, of
Richmond, Va.—they being tbe lowest
bidders, it is stated that they will get
the stone from the quarries near Winn^
boro.
—The Graniteville Factory has stop-
ped work for six weeks, commencing
ou Monday last. Tbe shut-down is
for the purpose of making repairs on
the building. The male operatives
will be given other work to do, if they
desire it.
—The Rev. Dr. Lathan has sent to
Mr. James R. Magill, of Kershaw,
a walking stick which he cat daring a
recent visit to Ireland from within tbe
crumbled down walla of tbe old home
stead of the father of Mr. J. R. Magill
iu that country.
—The town council of Johnston.
Edgefield county, has recently passed
an ordinance imposing a tax of one
dollar on all dogs in tbe corporate
limits, and requiring a license tax of
fifty cents a day from drommers who
visit that town.
—At a meeting of the Vestry of the
Cathedral Parish, of Charleston, last
week, It was decided to rebuild the
Roman Catholic Cathedral which was
burned in the great fire of 1861, and
thin considered the finest ecclesiastical
building in the Sooth.
‘V*
—jk Bible society has been organised
in Lancaster with sixty-nine members
and the following named officers:
Major B. F. Miller, president; W. J.
Cunningham, Ira B. Jones andC. T.
Connors, vice-presidents; D. A. Wil
liams, secretary and treasurer.
—Joe Moore, a colored thief, was
arrested at Trenton, Edgefield county,
on June 19. He took to his leg* when
the constable tried to arrest him, but
was knocked down with a Ugfatirood
knot and*taken to Johnston andi
up in tbe calaboose. During tbe
be sej fire to the guardhouse, but
flames were discovered ia tiase to save
tbe .building. He wm sent to jail
thirty days for stealing. After bo 1
served out ixis Mutonce be will bo tried
for arson.
—Tbe new United States minister to
Pern, Mr. Buck, bu arrived at lima.
—Tbe Shelby, Ala., Iron Company
have on their grounds 7,000 tons of
pig Iron. *
—Tbe latest reports from General
Grant Indicate no material change Iu
his condition.
—A fish five feet iu length wa«
caught in the Ohio river at Pittsbur|
the other day.
—A ranchman in Montana has a doe
which can pick out tbe cattle with fafi
brand from all others.
—More than one hundred and fortj
buildings are to be erected ak Ireaa,
Ala., during the present summer.
—King Alexander, aged 76 yean
and Mary Falter, aged 72 yean, re
centiy married near Clarksdaie, La.
—Tbe Lomax Rifles, of Mobile, Ak.
e drilling nightly in preparation fix
the great later-State drill at Pbiladel
pbia. •
-The East Mississippi Mills, nea
Meridian. Miss., now tore out a beau
tifnl quality of thread and give em
ployment to aboot fifty hands.
—The Russian government has issoe
an order forbidding newspapers t
make any reference whatever to th
action of Russia in the Afghan affair.
—A dispatch has been received i
the State Department announcing th
death, at Lima Wednesday morning, <
S. L. Phelps, ex-United States Mil
istor to Peru.
—The Italian steamer Italia struck
steep point near Lomas, about 2 a. n
on Friday and sank in fifteen mlnuti
in deep water. Ont of 1S4 passengei
anc crew 66 were drowned.
—The wool crop of Texas is ebo<
all in. Receipts last spring 9,309,01
S ounds; this season abont 3,900,00
olal receipts last year 3,000,0
pounds: this year they wHl apprtn
mate 4,000,000.
—Congressman Reagan, of Text
has joined the ranks of tbo Demoerai
kickers, and declare# that the Cabin
has not a Democrat in it. Ho i
nonnees Attorney General Garland
a black Republican.
—Internal Revenue OMumkrioi
Miller, since March 90, dropped 1
persons from tbe rolfe of hk (Uvlsh
thus saving Uncle Sam many tbousai
of dollars a year. Demoeruey, j
tee, means business.
—Tbe Rev. Dr. J. L. Kirkpatri
E ro lessor of moral philosophy i
Bllea-lettres at Washington and j
University, died at hk
Lexington last week. Tbq
wm one of the strongeat and I
known men in the Southern Prsshj
rian Chnreh.
—A report, as yet aaeonfiru
reached Palestine, Texas, lust Til
night that two more omtsm chmr
with being engaged ia the murder
rape of Mrs. HassU, near Etkbert,
been captured end lynched ia How
county, making seven who have 1
thus disposed of.
—Henry A. Meyers, of Baltim
convicted of cruelly beating Met
after an unsucoeesfUl effort to an
punishment through tbe Court
Appeals, reodved bis twenty Is
last Wednesday at tbe bauds «
Sheriff. He bore tbe infliction 1
Since tbe conviction of ftrera
Meyers there is much km wim bet
in Baltimore.
-WU1 Martin, a dr
York, recently mot with e tragic i
by drowning near Floreuee, Ak.
wm crossing the Tennessee Rives
small skiff when he dropped ossa 4
oars. Tbe little craft wm at the ■
of the swift current, end WM i
swept over the fells. Tbe skiff
dashed to pieces and the us fort
man wis not seen again.
—An insect, called by somo tbe
warm, has made He appaataw
Denton oounty, Texae, and k pi
havoc with the cotton fields,
have completely demolished the gi
pert of the crop. Farmers at
planting as feet as they can pa
do so. It Is imposslld* to say
tbe damage will be, but ft k mU
half of the crop is destroyed.
—It is rumored that several F
Canadians ere cooperating
French Canadians ia the Untied i
to have the letter petition the I
States Government to Interest
selves in Riel’s defense, alleging
a naturalised American ettben,
that, being insane, hade not roe
ble for his late actioe. It k f
rumored that a fond for Ski’s I
will be started.
—The Rev. Dr. Samuel Devi
sueon wm consecrated Bkhou
Protestant Episcopal Choree
Wednesday at Grace Church.
York. Presiding Bishop Lee, ol
ware, wm the oonsoerator. T1
biship is e colored man, be
Charleston, 8. C., forty-two yam
His femily emigrated to Africa
be wm six years old. He wil
Cepe Palmes, M miss
He is tbe first colored
American House i
Preecky, an impel
Irishman living in Taaoo City,
who 18 months ego Inherited t!
the death of an nook In Mbtiffi
fortune of t&0$$000, k now «
J. C. W. Tboesas. who k soaU
formation regarding Mm, mj
from the meat authaotse u
Premky bed sold his ekim, wfl
perfectly geod, for $400, 0 foil
poor Mike, and tableau—ily 1
on account of Mike’s tutoxkal
ditioo, the contract would til
valid, the partko purchasing \
his taking oil
—On tbe banks of Brood SI
the counties of Elbert and If
GiL the recent hot weather hM
ated u disease catted foe
ftkUows the i
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