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jgPy ' i ' ?r K" - ?Ij? imnbrrg Ifrralii ESTABLISHED IN APRIL, 1891 . A. W. KM GUT, Editor. Rates?$1.00 per year; 50 ceuts for six months. Payable in advance. Advertisements?51.00 per inch for first insertion; 50c. for each subsequent insertion. Liberal contracts made for three, six, or twelve months. Want Notices one cent a word each insertion. Local Notices 8c. per line first week, 5c. afterwards. Tributes of Respect, etc., must be paid for as regular advertising. Communications?News letters or on subjects ^f general interest will be gladly .welcomed. Those of a personal nature will not be published unless paid for. Thursday, March 28, 1907 ? ? MR A negro was fined $1,000 for shovIing a white girl off the sidewalk in an Illinois town. Our Northern friends are slowly learning. Our editorials must be good, as the daily Spartanburg Herald! thought one good enough to use in its editorial column without credit. The Edgefield Advertiser says there is a silver famine in Edgefield. That's nothing, there is a gold famine in Bamberg and it's not the bi-chloride variety either. Editor Hartwell M. Ayer, of the Florence Times, tells the News and Courier that ex-governor Heyward is to be the next United States Senator from South Carolina. Brother Ayer has another guess coming to him. We have received the first copy of the Edgefield News, a new publicaJ 1. ? lion, issued last wee*. iur me mow ^ time. It is a four-page sheet of sevjfj^. en columns, with a ready-print out^ aide. We have nothing but good |p. wishes for the News, but we do not p see how three papers can pay in Edgefield. W. P. Calhoun is editor p . and W. R. Covar is part owner and |-- has charge of the mechanical departm; ment. gff. KIND WORDS. In an article in reference to the county newspapers of the State the Charleston News and Courier pays jfe this newspaper the following compliment which is duly appreciated: "Editor A. W. Knight's Bamberg E- Herald impresses us as singularly EjP- free from the slightest fear of expressing its opinion, and no politician is too powerful for it to touch with jfe' the sharp point of its lance upon ' occasion." And this leads us to remark that there should not be anything sur prising" in the independence of any By newspaper man, and there is no good R reason why he should court the favor of politicians or other "influential gg citizens." If his newspaper has any right to exist, and by this we mean where he is not overcrowding the field, he ought to be making a living and have his plant clear of incum. brances. Then, why truckle or toady or be afraid to express definite and positive views on local as well as State matters. Of course you can't please everybody. You're a fool if you attempt it. If a fellow will stick to his business and work, * he'll make considerably more money and retain more self-respect than he will if he is continually dogging the footsteps of some politician or other who hands out "pap" to the faithful. HOLD UP ifTcOLUMBIA. Negroes Attack and Rob a Visitor ' From Ohio. Columbia, S. C., March 22.?A "nervy" holdup of a plucky Ohio ? man by two negro highwaymen occurred at an early hour this morning Ly4 almost directly under an arc light as the victim was walking through As|x aembly street toward the union station from the City hotel on Main street. The victim was M. M. Hamelreth, an attorney of Long ? Run, Ohio, who has stopped here on his way from Florida and Georgia, where he has been on business for three months. After asking HamelP-V reth for a match one negro collared him and threw him to the ground, while the other not only rifled his pockets in which he found $37 in cash, but stole Hamelreth's coat, cap and shoes. This morning the treachery of a negro woman resulted in the arrest m of a negro named Sam Wilson, who was caught wearing Hamelreth's coat and cap. There was evidence that Hamelreth put up a game fight at the time he was robbed and he chased the negroes out of sight after they had let him up. When Hamelreth confronted Wilson at the police station he immediately identified him and attacked him. The police think that they have the other negro located and will arrest him shortly. There have been over a score of such holdups in this city within the year, but practically all of them have been done by white men, though on several occasions negroes have found easy victims, the police department being in a disorganized conditions. v v- . . .. i SSa? v . - -. >' i Lrl ' . 'a". ;',vv *VV- JK?q*>a&?5 - ' ' * --.' ""! } ;/ T. i'tir**--;.-.^^ ' . i SHOOTING AT GREENVILLE. W. D. Whitmire Shot by a Negro on the Carnival Grounds. Greenville, March 23.?W. D. Whitmire, a former State constable, was shot at a carnival here tonight by a negro named Charley Johnson. Mr. Whitmire was not seriously hurt. The negro denies having done the shooting. He was being attacked by several drunken white men on the show grounds and Mr. Whitmire went up to try to separate the combatants, when the shot was fired. This is the second shooting scrape that has taken place at the carnival during the week and people here are glad the shows are getting ready to leave. The city would not permit the carnival to occupy the streets, but a vacant lot was used instead. Good Men and the Liquor Business. The question is being raised a fresh as to the attitude of good men toward the liquor business since the passage of the Carey-Cothran law. To our mind there is not one particle of change in this respect. No good man can afford to be connected with the sale of liquor. His attitude must be against it, whether it be sold by individual, state, or county. The facts are, good men are not going to connect themselves with the liquor business; for they know that it is wicked, and that it has never failed to corrupt those who engage in it. The very curse and blight of heaven is on the accursed thing, and no man dares to touch it with the hope of escaping the consequences.? Greenwood Journal. People That we could Spare. There are men in Bamberg who have made every dollar they have right here, and yet they haven't a dollar invested in any of the enterprises of the town. There is not mnph ohar>oe for a town to grow and prosper when such a spirit is displayed.?Bamberg Herald. That newspaper is always saying something. If we are not in error that same paper not so long ago positively but respectfully invited all croakers, faultfinders and leeches to leave the town. The Herald urged those who did not like that town to go to some town which might be more to their liking. The Bamberg Herald is an outspoken paper, which has no use for such citizens as do nothing to build up the town, but are always ready to find fault with everybody that is better than themselves.?Abbeville Press and Banner. What to Do at a Wedding. Every once in a while one sees a newspaper article on "Corean weddings" or "Marriage customs among the Australian Aborigines," or something of that kind, and say, "Dear me! how barbarous!" I wonder what the Corean bride or the Australian native would say if they should read in their daily papers of our wedding customs,?for instance: "The pair are followed even to the mnwrmolroro roVlft nolt thpm ll dlll UJ 11XU1 i J lliCUVVl U f? **v j/v?v with grains of rice, scraps of paper and cast-off shoes;" "the ring which is put on the bride's hand as a sign of her bondage if often carried on a tray or embroidered cushion by a small child, who walks in front of the bridal procession;" "the marriage ceremony and feast often cost as much as the father's savings for years; but this extravagance is considered in the light of an investment, as the friends who are invited all contribute to furnish the house of the wedded pair." Really, our customs are quite as unique, in their way, as those of foreign nations; and perhaps some of us, to whom weddings happen to be a rare event, would feel no stranger at a Japanese tea-drinking bridal or at an aboriginal ceremony than at the conventional church wedding.?The Delineator for April. Teacher and Trustees Sued. Orangeburg, March 24.?An unusual and interesting case was tried here on Thursday. It was brought by John M. Brandenburg against Crout, until recently a teacher in the Creston school, and D. H. Rush and J. R. Fairey, the trustees of this school. The plaintiff alleged that'the teacher, under instructions from the trustees, whipped his son severely and brutally. The son was _ i -i A. A a Doy aooui jl<? years ui age. mu boy testified that at the commencement exercises of the school he did not obey the teacher and that the teacher caught him and struck him on the head several times with a pocket knife, the blades being closed, and that he jumped out of the window and ran home. The next session convened some three or four months later and the boy claims that the teacher thrashed him brutally and unmercifully on account of his misbehavior the previous year. The teacher admitted rapping the boy on the head with the knife, and admitted chastising him at the next session, but elaim that he acted thoughout with a view of maintaining order in his school as directed by his trustees. He denied bittererly that the punishment inflicted was severe. Several of the large pupils of the school also stated that the whipping administered was not very severe. The trustees claimed that the teacher was a careful, prudent man only administered reasonable punishment upon the boy in order to preserve discipline in the school. The action was for $500. The jury found for the defendants. Are you tired, fagged out, nervous, sleepless, feel mean? Hollister's Rocky Mountain Tea strengthens the nerves, aids digestion, brings refreshing sleep. 35 cents, tea or tablets. H. F. Hoover. ? ? Won by a Violin. By EPES W. SARGENT. Copyright, 1906, by P. C. East men t. & ? i Avard clambered up through the traj? leading from the music room with the same intolerable feeling of disgust that always filled his soul when it came time to take his place Desiue xne jeauer of the Odeon orchestra. He hated it all, the endless procession of sidewalk comedians, serio comics, sketch artists, trained dogs and all the other component parts of the vaudeville show. He had come to America fresh from the conservatory, with visions of a concert tournee that should make him famous. They told him that America was a land of money; that there people sat up nights for an opportunity to hear some great artist. Instead, he had discovered that only those heralded by a skillful promoter stood any chance. He was glad to get an occasional engagement for some small concerts, and even these grew less and less frequent as the season waned. Then had come that awful time when, penniless and hungry, he faced the realization that he could never hope for success. He was too proud to go back home a failure, and he thankfully accented an ODening in a concert hall. where he, a pianist and a cornet player comprised the orchestra. Benson had found him there one night when he dropped in to see the proprietor. Benson had played violin there himself before he had become a bandmaster, with a blue and gold band at a summer resort, and he dropped in at intervals for old times' sake. He called Avard over to his table and offered him a place in his orchestra in the fall, when the season opened, so ever since September Avard had sat beside Benson playing first violin. He loathed it all, but it was better than the concert hall, ana he was grateful. But this afternoon he was gloomy. A great artist, one with whom he had studied, was giving a matinee, and some one had told him how the people were thronging to the hall. Their master had declared Avard to be the better, yet Herman drew the crowds. Monday was always a bad day. The music sheets, some of them yellow with age and filthy. with dirt, were hard to read. Rehearsal had been more or less of a farce, and he scarcely noticed the performance. Then suddenly a voice broke on his ears, and he looked up in wonder. A mere girl stood in the gleam of the spot light She could not be more than sixteen or seventeen, but from her throat there poured tones of crystal purity. The voice was unplaced and unschooled, but she had a natural gift for singing, and her tones had not yet become hardened through overwork. The* music thrilled him through and through, and once or twice he broke In his accompaniment Long after she left the stage she still occupied bis thoughts, and as he started to leave the theater after the matinee she confronted him at the top of the stairs. "What did you crab my act for?' she demanded. "I am sorry, mademoiselle," he said, with humility: "Bot such a voice?In vaudeville. The surprise was too great I faltered." "It looked as if you were scared," she agreed, mollified at the compliment. "But don't you do it again." ^ "I protest that I shall offend no more," he assured, and she turned to the elderly woman who hovered in the background. "Come on, ma," she called. "He didn't do it a-purpose. I knocked him off his pins; that's alL Come on." She passed out of the stage door, and Avard followed slowly. Into his life love had come. He could forgive the uncouth speech for the sake of the voice, and Gertie Clayton, "phenominal" (she invariably misspelled the word) soprano, had become a goddess to him. All that week he drank in the flutelike tones, as a drunkard imbibes his tipple. Saturday night, when the engagement closed, he left a single rose, perfect in its loveliness, with the doorkeeper, to be given her as she left She was gone when the show was over, and he hurried to the doorkeeper for his report "What did mademoiselle say?" he de uiauucv* vu^v* 44 'Stingy,'" grinned the unsympathetic soul, and Avard slowly passed out But the slight was forgotten the next day, and only the memory of that perfect voice remained. From the press agent he begged one of her photographs, and when be came home at night tired and disheartened, he looked upon her youthful face and seemed to hear again the liquid sweetness of her singing. It was several months before she came again. Avard feared that perhaps the hard work, the singing in smoke filled music halls, had spoiled her tones, but she did not strain for high notes, and her voice retained its clarity and freshness. It seemed an interminable time after he took his place before she came on, md QirflSn aftpr hpr flnnpjirance the UUU UgUAU c ^ moments dragged woefully, but they were to be endured for the sake of those momentary uplifts to paradise, and he was content Several times, when the sketches were on, he left his place and prowled about the stage in the hope of gaining speech with her, but she always was dressed and out before the sketch brought him an intermission from his labors. As the week progressed these repeat *' - ' ed disappointments preyed upon him, and be grew more and more gloomy. Saturday night came all too soon, and it was with an aching heart that he opened her music to play her accompaniment for the last time. Gertie had put in a new song to try the last night. It \\*.s a popular ballad, one that had just come out, cheaply constructed, but with a slow melodic chorus. They had tried it over in the music room before the performance, and he had liked it then. Now the melody seemed to fill his heart, and be put all of his artistic soul into the in terpretation of the chorus. The other musicians, as if by common impulse, lowered their instruments, and the wailing tones of the violin formed such n omftmnnnlTiiflnt tn thp VOioP a pCUCCV UV,V,VUJj/u4miiv?v ~ that as the strains swelled out the audience suddenly grew quiet. Twice the chorus was repeated, and the bathos of the words became pathos when sung to the sobbing accompaniment of the violin. Now the chorus was ended, and the singer looked up expectantly. For a moment the audience sat silent as if in the presence of death. Then a great outburst of applause swept down from the gallery, to be met with a demonstration from the lower floor. Three times Benson played over the "vamp"?the short symphony between the verses?before the house became quiet again. Then Gertie began, and the house was hushed. At the chorus the other players settled back, and once more the duet between violin and voice thrilled the hearers. Again the applause thundered out The singer bowed repeatedly, but still the hand clapping continued, and she leaned over the footlights. "Get up and take a bow," she shouted. "Push him up, Benson." The leader guided Avard to his feet and he stood there, abashed by the sensation he had created. Three times they repeated the double chorus, and even then *hy stage manager had to ring up in \ next act and hold the curtain up i ?fore the house would quiet down. Presently the call boy poked his head through the trap and handed a note to Benson. He turned to Avard. "Miss Clayton wants to see you in her dressing room," he said. "Never mind this act I can get along." Weak and trembling from tne reaction, Avard slipped out of the orchestra pit and presently presented himself before the singer. "What's your name?" she demanded curiously. "Pierre Avard," he said hesitatingly. "Sounds good for the bills," she said critically. "Say, we'd make a great team, something like the three Dumonds' stunt?street singers, you know. I'll fix Benson all right Will you come?" "Mademoiselle wishes my services?" he asked haltingly, unwilling to believe that such good fortune could be true. "Sure thing!" she confirmed. "We stopped the show. We'll be headliners. Want to double up?" "Double up?" he repeated wonderingly. "Mademoiselle does me the honor of proposing a matrimonial alliance?" Gertie eyed him curiously. To double up meant to form a team. Then an idea came to her. *1 guess so," she answered carelessly. "Ifll keep some other dame from getting her hooks on you." Benson summed up the situation later over his nightcap. "It's a good thing for both of them," he declared oracularly. "He'll keep her straight and do something with her voice. He's too much in love with her to realize what a silly little fool she is. By the time she's really ready A- *-n ?- l t- -ill 1? Al #a11An TO ia.ll 111 love lie 11 ue meir iv uc uutcu In love with. Here's luck to 'em." And they all drained their glasses. Animals Never Commit Suicide. I do not believe that animals ever commit suicide. I do not believe that they have any notions of death, or take any note of time, or ever put up any bluff game, or ever deliberate together, or form plans, or forecast the seasons. They may practice deception, as when a bird feigns lameness or paralysis to decoy you away from her nest, but this, of course, is Instinctive and not conscious deception. There is at times something that suggests co-operation among them, as when wolves hunt in relays, as they are said to do, or when they bunt in couples, one engaging the quarry in front, while the other assaults It from the rear, or when quail roost upon the ground in a ring, their tails to the center, their heads outward, or as when cattle or horses form a circle when attacked in the open by wild beasts, the cattle with their heads outward and the horses with their heels. Of course all this is instinctive and not the result of deliberation. The horse always turns his tall to the storm as well, and cows and steers, if I remember rightly, turn their beads.?John Burroughs In Outing. It Puzzled Him. "When going through a big apartment house the other day looking for a friend I came across something funny," said the busy woman. "I read the names of all the tenants on the doors as I passed from floor to floor, and by and by I came to one card that said, 'J. Fitzgerald and wife.' 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