Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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■ r VOL. IX. BARNWELL. S. C., THURSDAY, JANUARY 1,1885. Glfta. , g-ire me Wealth P* the ®gyp- Hlgh aa Ucaven, bo- “Ob, WorM-Ood, Man cried. His prayer was granted, hold Palace and pyramid; the brimming tide Of lavish Mile v asln-d all his land with gold. Annies of sloven lolled ant-wlsc at his feet. World-circling «r«®c roared thieugh mart and street. His priests were gods, his splcc-bairaod kings enshrined. Pet death at nought In rock-ribbed charnels deep. Peek Pharaoh's race to-day ond ye shall find Rust and the moth, silence and dusty sleep. “Oh, World-God, give me Beauty 1” cried the Greek. His prayer was granted. AH the earth be came Plastic end v< cal to his sense; each peak. Knob grove, each stream, quick with Prome thean flame. Peopled the world with Imaged grace and light. The lyre was his, and his the breathing might Of the immortal marble, his the play Of diamond-pointed thought and golden tongue. Go seek the sunshinc-nicc. ye And to-day A broken column and a lute unstrung. “Oh. give me power I" the Roman The vast world was World-God cried. His prayer w as granted, ehalned A captive to the chariot of his pride. The blood <>f myriad provinces was drained To feed that tierce. Insatiable red heart. Invulnerably bulwarked every part. With serried legions and with close-meshed Code. Within, the burrowing worm had gnawed its Ik mo. A roofless ruin stands « here once abode The Jnijierlal race of everlasting Rome. “Oh, , Oodhend, give me Tiutb!" the Hebrew cried. His pmyor wes granted: be became the slave Of the Idea, a pilgrim lar and wide, Cnrsrd, hated, spurned, and scourged with none to rave. The Pharaoh# hn w him, and when Greece lieheld, His wisdom wore the hoary crown of Kid. Ibauty he hath forsworn and wealth and power. Peek him trvoar, and And In every land. No file rensnu.es I Im. neither tli ods devour, inuiiortnl throutfh tee lump wtthiu his hand. —Eu'.mu le-gntre- in N- renilier Century. H A I MITT, Eugene Sylvestrc, tal!, well propor tioned, blonde, and niustacbod, stood with waicblul. albeit rather sleepy- looking, eyes near a crowded corner of State street in our busy, bustling, vreli-bupraised city. He was leaning, with a languid grace, peculiar to his kind, against one of those (esthetic posts impressed of late years into the postal service of our country, mud as lo leaned there be softly bummed a verse of which the only audible words were “good night, Indies.” The young and taicuted gentleman here introduced uv/.r u gentleman, courteous, brave, and kind, and one of fortune's favorite sons. Ho was also the city editor of 'Hit Morning coop, cm up, most brilliant and influential of our city journals, and he was in that particular place at this particular time patient search after that thing which his soul loved—an item. Thu sun was shining with almost southern intensity, and Sylvestre, who, I should have told you, was of south ern birth, had only to close his eyes a little more than usual and stand near one of Italia's palatial pomological emporiums to be transported, Alaudin- likc, to bis childhood's home, had he so willed it. lu the throng of pedestrians and the hurrying of vehicles this cynical young man saw nothing that to his intelli gent evo was more than an oft-told tale. He continued his observations from force of habit, or, rather, from that instinct born with the rightful memberof the fourth estate. He stood “as one who slept and dreamed; all things to him unreal seemed,” when, lo! one of those fortunes that favor the brave. A rustling of silks, a'tapping of tiny boot-heeis, a gay but subdued chime of charming laughter, a bewil dering glimpse of scarlet lips and eyee that suggested black velvet and black diamonds, all those distracting things in . '•* that have disturbed the peace of men since Lilith, first beloved, dawned on Adam. It was but a mo ment, and the vision had passed him before our hero had fairly opened hie eyes. His mind was for once rippled, and like some “inspired idiot” it feeble intermixed girls and hourie and other mythological absurdities. Had he, the ubiquitous reporter for long, long days and weeks, who had worn nut innumerable pairs of shoes tramp ing the city from end to end until his present dignity was fairly won—eould be have dwelt within knowledge of that thing of loveliness and failed to make her his by right of disooveryf Out with the thought She must be a stranger, perhaps a Peri from the gate of Eden wandering disconsolate. In fact, the passers-by wore two very good-looking Chicago girls (they would iiave been rare beauties else where), but, by the bow of Cupid, one had he seen, and only one, and she had bred his southern soul He started forward in time to catch the last glimmer of silk as she passed into the dry-goods palace on the corner, then with a sigh was sinking back into his old, restful position (Sylvestre was bora tired), when, oh, rapture! there at his feet lay a dainty kid mittent “’Sdeatb!” (’Sdeath, oh, uninitiated into tho mysteries of nowspaperdom, is tho customary ejaculatory utterance of the well-formed newspaper uftan of tho nineteenth century.) '‘'Sdeath!” he ejaculated. It was hert. Instinct told him that He seized it with even more avidity than if it had beep an item, and, with heart exultingly beating, he haatilv followed the ladies into the busy hive, where people were packed 'Tike pickles in a jar.” Upstairs and in the basement, glowering at the cash-boys and forget ting to smile on tho ladr clerks, from aisle to aisle, be pursued his fruitless search, forgetful of the fact that it was a corner store with doors on two streets. Exhausted with each labor* and the heat of the day, he muttered a—vocabulary word, and reluctantly abandoned the search, pocketed his precious “find/* and betook himself to hi* office, here to seek forgetfulness in S I nest. Alice wes a child of wealth, ashion, and refiaemont. but she bad a brother, and in her moment of sur prise, we regret to sav, her language was modeled in that of this near rela tive. She said, with emphasis, too: “Well, he hat a gall I” Snddenl^-ehe leaned b&ek in Tier chair, and peal after peal of laughter floated musically around her beautiful room. How suc cessfully this fair fisher of men hud bsited her hook and cauglu tier lish will be seen further <>>< Having laughed to her heart’s • m, she mused a moment, then r attired herself to go forth conquei ..14 ami to conaucr, aud wert, as she -aid, “to beard the lion in his very don." An hour later Mr. Sylvestrcs’ unman ageable heart thumped more fiercely than ever, and he felt more limp ami feeble than in all his life betore, as he was confronted in his sanctum by yes terday’s vision of beauty. He bowed deeply and presented her a chair. She smiled sweetly and accepted it. Thou a pause. He with expectant look, try ing to appear at ease, heard ids heart beutingliko muffled thunder, and was positive she did. His cheeks were afiame, and his hand shook as lie fumbled aimlessly among the papers on his desk. She was the image of high-bred repose. It seemed to him that years of silence were intervening; in fact only tho proper interval elapsed when site said in her cat tone: “There was a very extraordinary article in your paper this morning.” “Advertiscu*em,” he corrected; then flushed lo the temples at his asinine rudeness and indiscretion. If he had betrayed himself, however, she did not appear lo see it. Shu innocently at tributed his knowledge of her moaning to Ids newspaper jicrspiCitcUy. Ho felt the perspiration runnimr down his baek and wilting up his celluloid col lar, but she was as cool as the biggest one in a “lodge of cucumbers.** “Yes, the advertisement,” she meek ly assented; "did you not think it a very strange oncP ’ Yes, he did. “I was on State street yesterdav,” she continued in her soft tone, looking straight at him, “and I dropped the •rwitt’ vs “Unfalhom.,ble, dear Eugene, un fathomable!” hri-kiy; ihcn coming nearer, dropping her head on his shoulder, mi I nidiig her eyes ns girls can, she wnlspeted: "It was wrong. ' Kul before iuipituous secoa I time these young kiudly and 1 am ilreuU/'UlIy ashamed, but are you sornP” “Never! novel! ungrammatically people wo v. iti a draw tho curtain. Ho couldn't have boon very sorry, for that ,}vns a month wgo or more, and Justice Photo iiaoi'l been called on yet, thoncii the) do live in Cnieago.— Lucy M. F- s 111 < h cogo Time*. -A Trnr Htory. U I U” t THE DARKY AND HIS DOOR. A Box at Every Stroke. Trying to Dncld. tho Quootlee m to Which 0%» Ho Would Part With. mitt’ referred to; at least, this one bears a resemblance to that as de scribed.” Sne laid it before him. “Yes, that is its mate!” ho ex claimed, when— “How do you know*” she asked, looking suspiciously at him; but this- time ho was prepared, and had his little lie quilo ready, if necessary, as it was. “Oh, I saw the other when the fel low came last night” “The fellow? It was a man, then.” “Ye—yet—oh—yes. Some follow picked it lip. I saw it when he came in,' ruboing his chin and looking any where but at her. •O yes, of course you would sec it I am!” with a hi* accustomed way. The iext morning, the columns of tba paper whose staff be ao brilliantly ornamented, appeared eonapicnooaly T'.- '•.as., „■ . ,r ~ - 1 lefljr „ —< _ dt Bute street, near , a reo-stltched, fur trimmed, fleeee-Hned kid mitt, will confer a favor on tim finder by sending the other one to X 88, Daily Sooopetnup. , * • • • e Pretty Miss Alice Bingham in her own especial room next morning, ait- tinf b&it upright, with' a ifere of a»> it rand the above modest re then. How stupid smile; then, as he deprecated such self-slander: “O yea, 1 am. I sometimes do the most ridiculous things. You could scarcely believe them. As 1 don’t wish to shock you, though, I won't enlighten yon,” looking innocently at him and reading his silly, adoring soul as if it were the page of an open book. He began to say something, when she again spoke: “Perhaps the man left it with you?” ‘“O no; but perhaps I can get it for J 'ou.” And at this moment it was ying fairly soaked with perspiration just squeezed up as closely as he could S it it to the heart that was framing oae tremendous—well, say devia tions from truth. Sylvestre had never realized until yesterday that he had a heart, but now he had real serious thoughts, as to whether it might not jump out of his throat, where it was at present chiefly located, he thought, and follow her departing footsteps More of their talk wo need not re peat Half the men in town and all the girls can fill it out satisfactorily. She arose to depart and gave him graciously her card, for he was tocomo and “report progress” He sat down and lost himself in a blissful reverie, and aha went home, “walking on air,” and all that warm day went singing and “carrying on” about the house until aba made her mother “actually nervous with her fidgeting,” • • • • • » • Six months later, after a brilliant and fashionable wedding at a brilliant and fashionable charoh, and a charm ing wedding journey, Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Sylvestre, comfortably en- soonood in their own luxurious homo on Michigan avenue, once more hold sweet converse anent “that mitt”— that fortunate “mitt” He, after tho manner of men, has been tolling her, perhaps for tho hundredth time, how fortunate it was that that fellow who found “that mitt” had como to The ■- coopemup to advertise it. and so given him the precious opportunity. Hero we will draw the curtaiu kindly, and resnme further on. Mrs Sylvestre, loquitur “And dear, dearest Eugene, do let me say further that it was a mitten, not a ‘mlt’ None but a man would have called it so. And still more, my dear Eugene, did it never occur to you that a Tur-trimmed, fleece-lined kid mitt’ ‘T«et mo toll you a little story—a true, sweet little story—about our old farm,11 said the passenger fropt India na. “On our farm wo have a big barn, full to the raftors will) tho frag rant hay, and back of tho h im is a fragrant horse-pond. My father—no ble old man, uith a gray board, kindly eyes, a pleasant word to every indy, and one suspender supporting a pair of bagtry breeches paieii *d with red—my dear old father. With his watchful eye for the economies of agriculture, con cluded that tao fn grant horse-pond that glistemd in the sunlight and smelled toward heaven would be a good place to raise gccso. S rite bought a goose of a ucigubor and set her on a dozen eggs. It uappeued that one of these eggs was a hen’s eg'.', and it hatched out a rooster. This young rooster sutvived the perils of infancy— mumps, chicken cholera, rats, stones, and loo big a dinner of potato bugs and paris green, and grew to man hood's estate a bumptious, crowing, ambitious young rooster. H;s half Bisters jiM.joiud him, and the tale of family affection which 1 now tell you is tho prettiest thing 1 ever saw in na ture; with all her wondrous examples for men. This young rooster got to feeling very well one day. He thought he w as about seven feet high, and that ho could l.ck the best rooster that eier walked a dunghill in that township. He crew on the manure pile, and ho crew on the corncrib, and ho crew on mo cowshed, and he asked one of his sisters to feel his muscle. Then he started in the direction of a neighbor, where he had heard a young rooster lifting up his voice, lie found that young rooster, and. they called each oilier names, and made faces at each other, and questioned eacli other’s ma ternity and integrity for a few minutes, when they jumped up into the air and came togetticr. Tho birds twittered in the tree-tops and nodded in their nests, the humble bee hummed toward bis home, ilia sun sank alow down in the roil west, and the Loss cows told the steers this was the time to shed. But those gallant young roosters fought on. Feathers flew and blood spattered, and combs and gills disappeared, but still tbo battle raged. Finally one poor young rooster was seen emerging from the smoke of bailie. There was a ititzed look in his eyes. What there was left of his tali drooped in tho dust. He walked as if he were tired, and left a trail of blood behind him. It was our young rooster, and tho other rooster was atter him. He, too, had blood on his gills, but there was also blood in his eye. He meant business, but stopped to crow. "Then it was, sir, that those fowls of the barnyard gave me an illustration of the fact that kindness knows no kind, and that the tenderness of tho female is confined by no limits of .breed. Two of those, sweet young goslings wobbled up to their beaten and bruised half-brother and gave him succor. One got on one side ot tho sucker, and the other on the other, amt they braced him up and pushed him along toward home. Other sweet half-sisters came out and guarded the rear of the re treating column. They jumped upon that victorious rooster, told him he should take somebody of his size, and that ho ought to be ashamed of him self, and threatened to blab to his fath er. Our young rooster was brought home, washed in tho horso-pond and put to sleep under a maugtor. Every word of this is true, 1 saw the whole thing with my own eyes, and the lost man that called mo a liar is still in the hospital. Have yon got a cigar about your clothes?”—Y/ncayo JItraUL I was stopping at tho houae of a a planter, who owubd « Very floe , bnt a* he was no hunter he had no affection for his round, which waa over-fond of spending Ids time in the woods instead of remaining at homo to please his master. An old darky on the plantation ownfed four dur doj and the young planter, thinking would be bettor pleased with a big, bob-tailed “yaller” dog than ho was with his line bound,deckled to go down to "Uncle Henry’s cabin and make a trade, being fully convinced that “Un cle” Henry, who was quite a hunter, would jump at the chance of getting a genuine hunting dog for one of his curs. I accepted an invitation to go along' and witness the trade. Wo fonnd "Unclo” Henry in his “truck patch,” adjoining the house, leaning on his boo to see what his dogs were barking at when wo ar rived. “Uncle Henry,” said the owner of the hound, “I have come down to give you a good dog trade,” and as one of tho dogs, a simon-puro car, came op wagging his stub tail, he added: *'I will give you ray fine hound for this dog. as 1 don’t ueed a hunting dog,and ouiy want a dog to lay sroand the yard to frighten tramps.” “Weil, Mar’s Billy. I’se allers ready for a trade, and willin' to oblige yon,” said Uncle Henry; “but I’se gwine to tell yer noin’dly dat hit be many a day before Uncle Henry and dat do; ‘ In the recent pared* of the trades- unions (here wen several banaers bearing snch inscriptions as: “Use No Goods Put Up in Machine-Made Boxes!” and “Boycott Machine-Undo Boxes, or Let Good Men Starve!” George Blair, lira socialist agitator and boxmaker, was asked yesterday what grounds there was for opposition to machine-made boxes. “About ten years ago,” he replied, there was no such thing as a machine- made In>x. Nowadays, in soms trades, then is no such thing as a hand-made box. Formerly the knocking together of small boxes for soap, oil, etc., was a trade by itself, at which nearly five hundred men in This city made fair wages. The wood was cut out by ma chinery and the workmen nuilqd the f deces together. About 1874 some man mproved considerably upon a machine, which hammered in at one blow all the nails on one side of (lie box. Since then improvement has followed improve ment, until now you pour a keg of nails at the top of the machine, and a boy feeds the wood in at the bottom. Ail that tho boy does is to put in the right pieces and in proper order, the machine doing all the rest. “The mactiiuo works so well and so fast that the men have been driven out of the business by boys, the price of Q g man oan support himself at it. In 1873 the Standard Oil company paid $3 for knocking together one hundred boxes. Thanks to the machine it now gets the same work done f«r 21 cents. The work of nailing the boxes together costs less than the nails used. The boxas 1 speak of are used to put oil cans in, and many measure twenty in- cbes in length, ton inches in height, and fourtaea inches in width. The do head. Why, main coon dog.” “But, Uncle Henr have throe others. f parts, us Mar’s Billy, he's mv said he, “you ides, this bound ‘HSifS S—U* Oil ccp.., ..v.. . fortune Pointing to •Well, I will than either of yonr four, one of the others he said: trade for that One.” “I couldn’t think of letting that one go, ’cause he’s my maiu ’possum dog, and, besides, he a got such a fren sort of way wid him. I sorter feel 1 he’s some kiu to us. De ols woman neber would quit calling me all sorter hard names if 1 let dat dog go out oh de family.” “1 don't want your coou dog nor your 'possum dog, ' said the phuiter; “1 just want a dog to lay about the house, and 1 don’t car* if h« is good for nothing, and I am willing to giv* you & good, young hound for your poorest dog. Trade me that one,” he said, pointing to one of the others. “Now I spec’s dat houn’ am ert, an’ I dec lar I would like to ha! im, but dat dog you lookin wouldn’t be no good to you an tne for he won’t hnnt nor do nufflo* but nr at yhow, 1 — Wm * ” with a imitate. was wonderfully warm wear for a hot summer’s da/f "Did it not, dear Eugene, mocking tone impossible to “ever seem possible that a lady might by accident nave had such a mitten in her shopping-bag and chosen to drqp, not the hand kerobief—that is tho Bnltan’s privilege, dear Eugene,—but the mitten, to the man of her choice; enter a store by one door and leave it by another to prevent pursuit, and— bet listen while I tell you a little fable with an application: A young fox wo* once roving hither and thither, when she taw a goose. Her heart longed that goose exceedingly, and *br for planned with snbtlety «b capture it “Yon don't mean. Alice” he be- - 4, robs. mean «**<v ^ All Hash to Him. be goes missus some sort of meanness. He’ll steal the hot meat outen de pot or de bread offen the table ebery chance he gets, an’ d* ole woman and obery one else dat comes about here done abuse him so much hit looks iiks I'm da only fren’ he's got left 1 gits awful mad when 1 sees him a toting off a hot piece of bacon de ole woman cooked for my supper, but when dey all beat him an’ ho comes up to me to befren’ him, 1 can’t help likiughim with oil his mean ness. 1 reckon i’se de only fren’ he’s got in do world, and 1 knows if he up to your house he an' de gwiue to hsb trouble, an’ de poor dog will git killed.” “Well, Uncle Henry," said the planter, “why not trade for the other one?” “Mar’s Billy,” said Uncle Henry, “I neber would a bolievod you’d or ox me to part wid dat ole dog. Why, bo’s nigh onto twelvo years ole, and don't you recollect when you was a boy and Uncle Henry was straighter and a heap younger 'en what ho Is now, de happy days and nights me and dat old dog used to spend down in de bottomf Part wid dat uie dog? Why, Mar’s eber 1 git to bo so 'mean sperets ob do coons and de 'possums dat oio dog has cotched for me won't let me sleep. You monght os well talk about parting me and de el* wo man os to talk about parting me and dat ole dog. As long as dere'a a little meal and bacon in de cabla dor am three of ns what will divide hit, an* data me an’ de ole woman an* de ole dog.”—American Field. every year by the use of these ma chines, and so it is with soap boxes, some starch boxes, ole.; iu (act, every sort of box that is made in very large lilies of one particular size, la lantirae the men who used to look upon boxmaking os their business want to know what they are going to da” “Are the hand-made boxes much belter than those made by machinery f” “Certainly; but the difference is not great enough to offset the cheapness of machine-made goods. In nailing a box together a man will not send the nail through a knot or into a rotten bit The machine knows no better. Still, os I say, the differsnoe in price is tre mendous, and the machine is bound to make (urtaer inroads into the business. My elsss of work does not require it yet, but it may some day. By asking oonsamsrs to boycott goods that are f ut up in mschinemado boxes they ope to delay the day when every com mon box will bs turned oat by machin ery. 1 oonfesa that while I sympathize with the men, and realise that the in- trodnetion of the machine is taking bread and batter oat of their months, 1 do not see how they can fight against it any more than against any other la bor-saving machinery. But the five hundred boxmakor* now out of work feel so badly used that they nut help uttering some sort of a protest, even though they know it U useless.” —N. T. Sun. STOCK-BROKERS' WIT ANtt HUMOR. ii’ Railroad Building During the War. From General Grant’s article on the Chattanooga campaign, in the Novem her Century, we quote the following description of the means employed to open a second line of supplies daring the siege: “General Dodge, besides being a most capable soldier, was an experienced railroad builder. He had no tet£i to work-with but those of the pioneers—exes, picks, nod spade*. With these be was able to intrench his men, knd protect small bottomr rm I msn, knd protect them against sar- *r • BtWjr, if prises by small parties of the enemy, f hopes de As he had so barn of (applies until the de possums mud So old Im somnleted buck to Nash. Time to Quit. The daughter of a Boston merchant of great wealth, wide mercantile con nections. and boundless hospitality was lately married. The western agent of the merchant happened to be in town, and, as the proud father was In viting about everybody to his daugh ter’s wedding, ho invited tho westerner too. The westerner came. He was un easy, and shifted about from place to place in tho bonse as if he were hunt ing for spots that suited him better than those he had been in. He put his hands nonchalantly on things and took them off again suddenly, as if he found them hot, and grinned familiar ly at people he had never seen before, and then suddenly drew his features back with a ghastly solemnity. It seemed to be an occasion of great aid overwhelming novelty to him. When the refreshments came around ho was inclined to fight shy of pretty nuarly everything, ft was «a if he pro posed to take on a little Boston lap- mality, now that ho was in Boston, and require an introduction to every dish. His host saw that he wasn't eating much, and came around to see aboot It “Why, you aru’t eating anything, Mr. West,” he said, “can’t I help you to something?" “No, I thuuk you,” said the western er, “1 ain’t very hungry to-night. I reckon I’ve eat enough.” Just then a waiter came along with some croquettes. Mr West, take one W those era* queues, 1 think you' 11 like them^. take one, take one." The westerner took one. He punch- You have seen a lawyer’s bill* Ah 11 need not ask. From the express!** you have on yonr fsoe I know yoa have seen the document: To calling messenger boy to send a let ter for Mr. Jones 5200 To telling Jones on the street that that case would come up oa Thursday 2 00 To a 2-cent stamp lent Jones in court.. .2 00 To advising Jones to bring suit.........5 00 That is the way a lawyer's bill goes. There was onoe a big case in which a mill and e dock wers in disppte, and the suit was *0 long and tedlbas that the plaintiff and defendant both died. The two opposing lawyer* met one “Say; about that mill and dock sulk That’s boon hanging pn a good many years now.” “Yes. Well, what aboot It?” “Don’t you think we might settle U now?” “Yes, I guess wo might as well. You’ve got the mill and I’ve got the dock, ami I guess the estate's got noth- left on either side to keep thin gup for.”- "aw Francitoo Ckromtde, tng li thins Getting Mixed. “Bruder Slebinson,” said Panes Grubbs. "I doan want yer ter take sackrement in my church no mo'.” if •Why so, aohr’ Wall, d* folks ddan like yer s tfi*. “I doan un'erstan’ yer." Wail, I'll tell ynr; tather day when yer come acted like Yer “Yes, I do.TaiffclHegly defiant; .wanted Mr. Sylvestre, and ” “You dropped that mitt purposely?” “With a fixed and settled purpose, sir!” with a flashing but somewhat tearful eye aad sweeping courie-y. m “W*U f ’—a silence: then: , “Wo it fearfully, and i om.xn tatted it and exclaimed “Gosh! Hash!”— bottom Record. * i"L>ai ■ 1 l A western editor says of Hen: *7 James that the international writer is aboat|as onpeh of an American novolfol utt the toil of a tadpole Is n t —.— _S * e * * d* 'm union table yer r was started ter dsf. de bread Tut* When 4n yeFde wine yer drunk It alL" I did. i>* bruder said: I deep and wide « all o’ it,’ and I tilted her wp road repaired two miles.” >1 suppiie road eoaM be eompletea back to Nash ville, the first matter to coastder, after protecting his men, was the getting in of food akd forego from the surround ing country. He had his men and teams bring in all the grain (hey coaid find, or all they needed, and all the cattle for beef, and snoh other food ss could be fo«nd Millers were detailed from the ranks to run the mills along the line of the army. When these wen not near enough to the troops for pro motion, they were taken down and moved up to the Hne pi the road Blacksmith shops, with oil the iron and steel found in them, wen moved up in like manner. Blacksmiths wsn detailed and eat to work making the tools necessary in railroad and bridge bnikling. Axemen wen pat to work getting ont timber for bridges, and catting fael for the locomotives when the road was completed; oar-builders wen set to work repairing the locomo tives and can. Thus every branch of railroad bailding, making tools to work with, and supplying the work men with food. Whs all going on at once, and wiihodt the aid or a me chanic or laborer except what the com mand itself furnished. But rails and oars the men could not make wRhotxt material, and then was not enough rolling stock to keep the rood ws al ready had worked to Its full capacity. Then wen no rails except thqe* in hse. To supply these deficiencies 1 ordered eight.of the ten engines Gent- end McPherson bed at Vicksburg to bs sent to Nashville, and all the can he bad, except ten. I also ordered tbs troops in West Tennessee to points on the river and the Memphis ano Charles ton road, aid the cars, locomotives, and rails- from other railroads to be sent to the same destination. The military manager of railroads also was dirseted to furnish more railing stock, and ns far as he could, bridge material General Dodge had the work assigned him finished within forty daps after receiving Us order. The number of hnndred of Generally speaking, brokers aro of hree classes. Tho first docs a regular pommlsslon business; never speculates, except on occasions, and succeeds best. The second are the scalpers, who buy and sell in the hope of'making one- eighth or one-quarter of one per cent, profit. Those aro (fie physiognomists of tho institution. Rending the fuc-cs of associates who have largo ordoi*, they buy with tho intention of selling to them at a rise. The scalpers aro busiest when there are more brokers than business. Too smart lo live, they usually die of pecuniary atrophy. The guerrillas aro a sub-class of the scalp ers, few in number, and by mak.ii'* specialty ol dealing in inactive slo,cts have formally fixed (ho unsavory ap pellations of “Hell's Kitchen” and Robber’s Roost” upon eer-tain locali ties of tho floor. .The.third class is composed of traders. in particular stocks, by whose rise and fall limy strive to enrich themselves, in somo instances closing contracts every day. Otto trader In Northwest for sixteen oars is said to have accumulated a andsome fortune. The ideal broker is . cook imperturbable, unrauduidtq knowing or accurately guessing tho movements of the great operators, alvo to buy the most stock with tho least fluctuation, covering his tracks iu tho execution of a large order by partite si ing in small quantities, and by shrewd selling at the same time. Washington E. Connor, partner ami broker ot Jay Gould, does presumably the largest brokerage business in tho Exchange. The compensation paid to commis sion brokers ought to be satisfactory. It is one-eighth of one per cent, npaii the purchase and upon tiio sale of ,uli securities other than govorutnuul bonds, estimated at par value, when made for a phrty who is not a member of tho Exchange. No business ‘tan bq done for less than this rate to non- members. The minimum rate charge ( to members is ono-tbiriy-second ot oae per cenk, except whore ono member merely buys or sells for another (giv ing up his principal on tho day ot ibq transaction), and docs not receive or deliver the stock, in which case thd rate must not be Iom than ono-lifth-in of oee per cent. Tho cum mission on mining stocks selling in the market ut $6 per share or less is #3 12J per 11)0 shares; if at more than $o uud not over tlO per share, 56.25, if more than 5Hi txy share, 912.60. To members of the Exchange the' minimum coimuissioil cuarged is 92 per 1U0 shares. Con tracts for a longer period tndn three days carry six per cent, interest. Any violation, direct or indirect, of these laws—even the offering to do business at less than these rates—Is punishable by expulsion trom thb Exchange, and sale forthwith by tho (Jominucee Admissions of the membership offender. The commissjou broker who carries stock for his customer and ,iui - nuhos most of the money occasionally charges onc-tourtb of one per of 926 per 100 shares. Ten bonds, at par ol 91,000 each, are reckoned equivalent to 100 shares, and are subject lu thq same commisaions. , ^ ~ What compensation will theso rate^ afford to brokers? For the year eudi ing December 31, 1881,the transactions of the Stock Exchange arc computed to have amounted to 912,816,246,800. Checks for this enormous amount were drawn and paid. Tho commissiou* thereon at one-foqrlh of one per cenu would be 962,040,616; which, divided equally among 1,100 brokers, would ve to each tho snug little sum of 127. This, as related to the j cost of his seat, is almost or quilo equal • id the Israelite’s “sheut per shcat. ’ Not all the brokers receive this tern uuern- tion; some receive fivo o?" six' tunes iul much. Profit is proportioned to size of sales and purchases. It is impossible, without possession of an abstract of each broker's business, to accurately estimate the amount of fictitious sales,' or sales on “margins,” us compared with sales to bona fide investdrs. If can not, we judge, bo less, and is pfobs ably much more, than onc4mlf el (fie whole.—li. Whcateg, in Harper't Mag. lor November. > Professor in Logfo t* sleepy-Jwnlfon Mr. K . Whatie the Startled junior quickly on* “Nol prcpafed-’V Kflk SpfDt. tiveP* swera: “Tiberius, at Ids death, left, £19,- (>24,000, which Caligula spent lit I*8fi than twelve bsonth*.’* Mm Coltgwla evidently read the dry-geothutdvertise- ments.—LouisvitlcCquricr-Journaj, Those who have tjied it say that they would rather be struck tin** times by lightalhg thaw oa*e by J| lightning-rod peddler; apd. vet .some people think that lightning hotti^- 1 ■.* * Fcurmnn Indci,indent. ^ a In Cincinnati:the restaerunl hespMi have a powder that they sprinkle over small oysters, causing them to sweH) mid.yetr\vill oftco-meeCyouog media Boston.whe seem tp have bee* sprink led with ‘ Ibis same powder.r-Bosfow Commercial DuUttui. ! * A learned Profflbsor who witi asked tho question, “What is, cholera?” re plied: “Cholera is a poisoning by uranmn, by- choltemis, bySxtfactflim- mia; analogous to What is produced by ptomaines, analogous --to 'cholera stibie’ or to -‘Cholera arsdnieoL' ” “M ghty poor, docs, sometimes make liuo sausagc-moat/’ 1,'hts shows how far the cdocaildn of dumb brirtes has advanced within the pest few years. Wo have uu doubt that in timq dogs < can bo hired to perform many of the menial duties for whiefi wo arrf' bow obliged to pay high wagon— ton Free Fret*,. m , * > . .* f r .... “I don’t see why pennies were in vented,” said a New YortfWtflker, Who had received a few in ch&hgdet ‘Oh, that’s .cosily accounted fpr,” remarked a ff^eud irom In' adjafeent city; “pertnies werOduvented to enable N«w York* miUioaaires to oontribat* toward tbo erection of publife monn- ments.’*—* A burgislT who attempted to -enter a bouee.wt Necrsmoato wo*, eanght fast iu tho window; und.the woman arme4 herself with a potatoi’malher, xitfcw up a chair, and sat there- aad tapped Ms head for hall aedmae before muling the polita, !bn* said Hho-had sdways just ached to-,pound afoan ell-she wasted to.—-Louis l utUDitpetck., Milkman: water in the! assistant: ."Yes, sir.” '/"Did yoa tudw that irw ffkid, JohnlyT'"! “Btft yon told mo to ifiix Watek with the mil*.” "Yee, but 1 toM yed to pot water in first and poor-the/ srilkt late lu Thao, you see, we caa tel^th* peo ple wo novel put paler ia. our enilk. -Albanytrgut. t The * * ' ’ ittoe oil of‘the •• * w *■» • “Johnny, „ did .you put - ouix this morning?” New “Yes, sir?’ "Did you i-4ll Has the hfeafa tb«i ed fer fnllAiroff during'-the Msh^thre* con in lies?” tiritod the pedfeseo.W,.. :> prohuaetYl oaa’t jeoieethei Ony- tfiiqg that happened so .far back. , 1 only entered the uni verity last year,” handkerchief to blow a very largo blast *4*01 hie ■—t 1 - 1 — 1 — r*ri “Maybe yon wore.” said tho captain, as he closed tho b >r.or- “1 likes tc go o ip on Myrtio struct,” continued Mr. Don lor. "I g<ie< o°P py Grand rifoiVT-tj-i like my son Shako toil* me tnXundhv rtnd by I doan’ find no Myrtio- si root, i J<n>ks oop imd down, mid iq all Jcr ujjpys und ^chiii-l .11 dor building*, but I kiei tli’ let her slide” I doan un’erstan' dose beak folks what tells yer ter do er thing an* dnn er mouf e< yer does it Yon, jes’ my nnm* often dem books o' ’Ligun is gittin’ so mixed np er sfsr. ide chasms. The* was one hun them over 'length of dred and w n* T<«nltc«l. He I vhas insulted?” ho said, os ho took a chair in tho Central sta tion yesterday and used a very small doan' find him. I vims most disconr*' aged, vhen r. young man come* along/ e looks ali tired eut. .but 1 like to •ek him. und s > 1 says: " I "‘Maybe yon knows whore Myrtjij street vnns?’ “‘Eb?’he says, und ho putn' somo eye-glasses on his nose und looks at me so long dot 1 vas nshamod. “ ‘I like to find Myrtio slreet, T I o. says. Maybe you vhas so kindt und shcntlq dot jfou toll pn ohlt solan like mo hoW to find it. I like to see my wife’s sis ter. you know ? She falls dpwu shtair ‘ und bumps all oafer, und 1 like b know if she feels hint.' “Dot’s vhat I told him, und be puts dot eye-glass away, takes a cork mii a slitring tied to it frop bis west pocket, und shnst sosureasyou vhas alive,puts dot cork Iu his ekr und vhalks awnyl I pelief he has der earache, but whetf t goes home my son Sliake falls on dor! floor mil his laughing, und he say^dot vhas a gny on me. Captain, vhas dot so? Does he mean to insult me?” “I guess ho did.” “Um! Say, captain, I vhas too long HP in Detroit, and I pays too much taxes J n two words to put up mu such con- A "yin. Hunt (wo lucli J shall go oop Grand rifst sons* one for hhBseif. I shall meet dot same 3'oung He vhill put dot oork iu his eau 'erstaa* It”-. ig* f e*fifp*isAft£^<4 man nobleman bought toe favorite old horse of the Emperor WURam, Sa- dowv nod kept it in comfort till its death; a short time ago. Now the skia bos been well tanned aad dressed, and la preserved os an orwafoent and a refie la the nobleman's oonetry seat j more. mao. for mo again, und—uod- "Don’tget excited, Mr. Dupe vers tlon ho v4** iu meteorplQ^al the u^rTe-xM T ly entered, the fexat Bifutufl. fcvr- ' ;no of lira new mombe un „ Gqor^ia Legislature kept qhietiy ih bis the sent for three hours on his first day ia nUCYAtforoach- “I suy, i a itko to go out, if—if yon don’t k-kodr, L-r4-*-woo’khe gone but about Uu, •MtuuteA’ii- keeper bit him outi-, * . ' s * * * ”■ w Timi-i aro pretty the small brokers iu the fi* Trade district. A '4buf an-J went tntoVn ofiKte in tfieH of Trade btrihfa seizing a piece , “1 auuhubgnr-’J- • $ .Tlw.jirvlttr to<* fcbtdNM read i bej^diapty- w “So am I.*' *4 #• * * ^ of fiiflb m»tt 4 An Augusta d«qti*t was it work "o a set ot (Also teeth Wfeeh tM eril&f ei bored his AAtartutu>4tfe ti othwrstiwjr. Titcso teeth,’i cuiiar iiistorv. yuungladrm. ITcr deathbed s to her tuost tli friend brodght'ihs: ployed mo to mouth.. ■ me ratiff hri- o to idfertheH4w<Khtr dWta Yea, .the iqtidfSW; frifwrFdq-q lady, and is practice^ «ot- JtOWipittic. LcWitlon iMe.\ At 10 o’clock .tlcamu in a :fiacre and ccie: Blo&c!” eiajwed hr going tB'tlj ed to tl takipg ed: - ‘•Rurtjrfftt ^ o»t destination.’’ ,'.*PUlL Violet, and? told you', “O, cotifohttfl ir!” groi man: “BygiMighf f t two colors mixedrBJ-Freac He was one of those tramps with a 1 trifle ot | '.‘old-school gentlemen’ ,b)Rhe J racej oor cited: “Beg parihm.'mtFqtBf Wt 41 T J bo ao bold, I have b—foW i and it may hot be. Bcaec JiuiR yoiMhouidsoq fl*; ilk, bopniUd generosity tiUpdxsjW ytPt^X slice of bread and Tut ter, pleaN he so ‘ kind ds TfF bdttefr’omy chflf.‘ifoe. I do'dislfre to banfVr'tobgtet-ttiilifr ^ *•»* ■■•Hr Ut.: greasy.’* • (the bread was giveahwuv. fuijy iloffbliug. it^Uuttas».shl**4u»> >: slipped it into hjs already ocket and started along. Wti&AVvU pocket and sthrtbd along. WiU ole dfolco far nlentd* alf.- lott. ‘‘ • -Y One of the disreputablencss on-record I recently developed--obf A men built two hoaeps the house sold he. bin like to say dot 1 drive dot oork thre bis head uit n» list, uud den 1 obi grab it and leadt him all oafer town by der sthring! Yoa keep some bo- leeeemaus avhay jrom me! I vhns all right on my Detroit Frpe Trass. r« amount family