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R*om< I. la vrltiaa la thU alw^fa fiat roar aan aad PaatoSoa 1 Badi— Ultara tad eonaanioa- ilaaa to ha pabllahad ahoald bo vritUa wparaU aheau. and tha ohjiwi of each ckarly Indicated bj neceanry note whea r^ttirad. t. Artialea for pablieation ahoald b* rittan ia a c'ear, legible band, tod o>i nlj oaa aide of the page. 4 All obaogea in advertiaenentMaait reach aa aa Friday. XMM rUTPMB, I Md watched tha walking-beam M alowly oeeO- < late, And thought how Ilka our Ufa It la—ajmboUe of our v fate; ( F °r !■ U not of Ufa and downa that Ufa U aaoatly tnadef t 41 who has erar upward gone without a downward . grade f And while I watched tha beam tha pumper (topped the weU j iurt ao In Ufa—how won tha Taira win eloee wa cannot tea 4 How aoon the eteam that drlraa tha whaala will coma no more for na, . Wa do not know nor cannot trnrn, far tt waa erar thua. ^ Bnt whan thla Ufa haa ceaeed to be, are we (tin like Win e»ar angina change ita place, another hole to dig? w,u “7 part of na ha moved to more prolific flelda? And win Iho fa tare bo oontrolled bjr what tha piao- en* yield*? r" wu oar future be aasured In Bradford'e graaey aa«? Or will It be a -wlld-aat" wall without a thorn of otlT > Or win tt be khe yonder hole that long ego wae dog ? Abandanad, ear at more to yield, mat midway wMh *»»■«» -oa 0% VEATLKMAX GEORGE. When Qaorgn Faulkner called ni r>T*nrt , n oAcw aad laid bin he ho marry bin Kitty, Onlwal tanked ia bin wrath at but Uawe bis pm care I *• Wn aiat got down to lhal,* • Bicbtylolcfi VOL V. NO. 5. ... BARNWELL d H., 8. C., THURSDAY. OCTOBER 6, AidfWi, V Tdl FIOFLK, Bamweli O. H.. 8 O. wjtnoc. Then she want boma and laughed to hear her father storm I All thia happened the year before we went to the Planters’ House, on the Horseshoe mountain, where we had made up a party for the season; and we heard from Ool. Dyeart that Kitty had made a fool of herself, and he had sent Louise to s seminary North to'get some sense m her bead, and he’d be if he’d ever help that aly Kitty, not if the starred I And then we learned that he had inquired all along about them, and found out that Gentleman George waa rery good to his little wife luaulaome bos band, sad wondered where he was, and declared laughingly they would not hare come if they had not ex pected to 'see him. Col. Dysart was late, and the picnickors had their feAst spread under the mountain pines and Kitty made a charming hostess, but she was anxious, and seemed watching and listening. At last Ool. Dysait came ridiAsr slowly, and with his bridle-arm hanging by his side, broken by a rifle-ball! The girls sotvbed and clang to him, and asked a thousand questions, bat Kitty helped him off his horse, got him in the honse, and, with —that he bad still eluded the excisemen, t th« help of others of the p»Hr. Land- and gambled, but otherwise conducted himself properly. Defrauding the Gor- ernment was not much of a crime there, The people had their own views shoot that. If Gentleman George did nothing wane thaa disseminate the moonshiner’s whisky, without paying the taxes, he wouldn’t lose much in the respect of Uie people. We bed some cariosity to see this ohiralrie George and bis Kitty, and Vaaaj Dyeart had promised to take us to their mountain cabin, bat somehow we nerer went, end had nearly forgotten the in tea boo, whea one day wastambUd in m them quite accidentally. We were aged up the broken arm. Then’the Colonel talked with white lips and set teeth. “The -t highwaymen 1 It was the money they wanted, and they meant to shoot me like a dog. Four of them set on one man. Masked like thiems every mothers’ eqn of ’em I . Well, I settled the account of one of ’em ; grilled him thru and thru ao he’ll nerer know whet hurt him i A mean sneakki’ tow ard 1 Hallo, Kitty I blood makes you sick, hey f" For Kitty had dropped tike a shot bird at hie feet. “ It wse the blood," she said, and she round end helped us to g* bat wa eij felt Ant the Ootoncl had d. MAXIMS FOM TBK THOVaHTFUL. A burnt mustache dreads the short cigar. There’s many a slip between the pul pit and the church door. A sliver in your hand it worse thin 2,000 in the baud of yoor friend. Nerer build castles in the heir. They axe ever liable to be overthrown. Put a rich man on mule-back and the mule will throw him just aa quickly as he would a beggar. Least said the sooner the deadlock is ended. Piety is often bnt knee-deep. You can’t make a portsaonnaieoat of a two legged calf. Bangs cover a multitude of wrinkles. Like the dog in the manger, the nose is al>oTo kissing and is always ready to interfere with thekiaa&g ET others. When the spring bonnet comes the house, money flies out of the pocket- book. ^ Oh, that mine meray bed beea at home daring spring cleaning ! A cigarette in the mouth shows which way the money gees. Lonesome is whom handsome does. The men who pleads his own eaae is unloved of lawyers. ) The man who eavee I eeatr I ing (rives 10 to the - A QUIKT BOAKHIFO-BOtrSM. "I have come in answer to your ad vertisement for board," said a nervous old lady to a pert miss of 18, as the latter showed her into a parlor of all the 00m- forta. of a home establishment on Henry street. “ But I wen’t come here unless your house is perfectly quiet, now re* member that" “ Quiet I well, you may smile," seplied Miss. “ That noise you here now is th. dentist in the basement, pulling out a tooth, but he’ll get it out, if it takes him a month. How much can you afford to P*7 f • "I think I bear some one op-stairs shouting,” said the old lady. “That’s only a young lawyer prac ticing s esse. You’ll get used to him. Nobody liked it at first, but we've all got used to it and don’t mind it now into Got any ohildrsuf We dotft tabs children, because ear babies fight ’em aa." “ No, I haven’t Who's that yelling in the next room F* “ That’s the landlord trying te soiled the rent You know pa is vwy deaf, and you've got lo howl at him. You'll have to pay in advanee if you ooma berm" FACKAOF AMB CALM OUT. At the olooeof the session of Ooagrws, March 4, 1881, a stiff quarrel broke out between Gen. Jackson and John 0. Cal houn. It originated in this wise: II will be recollected by those who havi read an account of Gen. Jackson's cam paign against the Heminoles in 1818 that they war* Indians who earns out of Flor ida, then belonging to Spain, mordered citizens on oar frontiers and committed depredations oa their property. The Spanish officers, instead of restraining these Indiana, furnished them with sup plies, thus making themselves partiea to the outrages perpetrated. Geo. Jackson, believing that he was anther, toed by the law at nations, a secret of Congress, and an order from the Gov ernment at Washington to conduct the oempe gn wi be thought best, marched into Florida, took pommrion of Si Marks, Peneaeola aad Ban ingustine, and soon put an end to the war. Im mediately thereafter s Utter from Wash ington wse published in a Nashville pa per stating that William K. Crawford had jftopcoad in Monroe's Cabinet to Geo. Jeekeoa pookhed ia some for hie pmeediags la Florida, aad Mr Msad|y t» At “ How vtD you find ayf* “la applo-pio thatr “Crusty." , A sboum man Is has ten minutes to spare, goes I* is terriblyemtisrtssslug ts i there is not a fish in the i sum who < thing to torn up* he stepped on Ixqonmro duffer asks: of liquor will s; estr The kind he eaagsl hold Mfia* “Are, 0 Edward," said fto fM lo to leave bo is bo dswf, as jm living regally with opra doom, while he had anything, and maintaining a great family of dependents ia as good atyU oe be lived himself, white or black. Touch of OoL Dyeart * aarvaate, and you im. Hewns a faithful etsward while the estate lasted. That wee why be hated to give up Kitty. She was al most like his own, though he had picked her up in the highway a equalling 8- y ear-old, and ridden into the door-yard with the birthing child under hie arm. He transferred her to the cook, thence the went to the housekeeper, by degrees she reached Mrs. Dysart, who made her an eepecial pet, ee long ssthe lived, and, dying, bequeathed her to Fanny, her eldest daughter. The Dysart girls were good to her, but indifferent; Kitty missed some one to love very much, ss she did good Mrs. Dysart, and her heart went out to the handsome fellow who smiled at her at barbecues, and met her at preacher’s meeting, and tried to entice her off to clandestine trysts. That toupcon of African creole blood which flushed his cheek found its mate in hen; the had seen him laughing and talking with her young ladies—his fam ily was ss old and good ss theirs—if it had crossed the color line somewhere, while she was a waif—a nobody. How good it was of him to love her I — • Bat, all the same, Kitty was wide awake, aad know that, if she had neither Mood nor birth to boast of, she had rep utation, and Gentleman George was known to be wild, so she held bar own and compelled him to ask far her duly fa honorable msrrtH*- Ton hows board the Ookmal said, but when did wwfafl fa ifa andertakfagif likely to be interfered with by visitors, but the paling cheek of lovely young wife showed that the ever fearful of danger, and she followed oe to the door to ask as fa a sweet im ploring way not to mention to CoL Dysart's family that she did the fine starching and ironing for the hotel via- ttora. ... “George is proud,” she said, “and so is the knnnel. I never washed there, and I needn’t go to now, but he’s had the mountain fevah. Pore boy I it’s took him down sol" Her voice was soft and flutelike; we promised what aha asked, as her hus band called petulantly u- “ Kit I doan’t stand gabblin thar I the fevah’son again!” Our next venture was of another sort: There waa a quarrel between some dis tillers and the exciseman, and OoL. Dy- mrt went as peacemaker between them and collected a moiety of the tax money. He called at Kitty’s on thevfay up the mountain, and left word'that he would be book the next day at noon and would eat cbnner with her. Her husband was well now, and that morning he took his rifle and went out “after game,” he ■aid. Kitty begged him not to inter fere with any of the excisemen, and he promised he would not, aad hs left her with a careless kiss, Fanny and Louies Dysart got np the idea of a picnic to mast their father, visit Kitty and spend a day fa the he same time. There hung fa Kitty*! cabin, the rnf- pnof •P* lu their Highm ome from a<vvfl List at 10,000,000 of roubles e year, but which is prsetieally anlimlted, go far to ward sating op Ike fat at gnn.Ung the face of the mmerabls ntou- tik even te the bona. rum small mors mxfla va now. Angelica had invited her “ best young msn” to the evening meal Everything had pemed off harmoniously until An gelica’s 7-year-old brother broke the blissful silence by exclaiming : “ Oh, ma I yer oughter seen Mr. Lighted the other night, when he called to take Angie to the drill; he looked so nice, siltin' long side of her with his arm—” “ Fred I" screamed the maiden, whose face began to assume the color of a well- done crab—quickly placing her hand over the boy’s month. “ Yer oughter seen him,” continued the persistent informant alter gaining his breath, and tha embarrassed girl’s hand wse removed; “ he had his arm—” “ Freddie I” shouted the mother, as in her frantic attempt to reach the boy’s auricular appendage she npeet the con tents of the teapot fa Mr. lighted’s iap, making numsToos Prussian war maps over his now lavender pantaloons. “ I was jaat gain’ lo say," the half- frightened boy pleaded, between a cry and an injured whine, “he hod his arm—” “You boyr ttmndsred the father, “ away to the wood-shed.” And the boy mode far the nearest exit, exclaiming as he wnHsed, “ I was only gain’ to s*y Mr. lighted had hie army do hee on, and PU laave tt to him if bo didn’t" v 'k And the boy was of the meal woe spent, fa * * to th* path of _ it keeps as fa the dignity; it saves os y abbemtmoa. And still, ui on the whole, we know ourselves to be each lamantably imperfect characters that wa long for an affection altogether ignorant of oar (salts. Heaven has ac corded this to xu in the uncritical canine attachment Women love us in their own exalted ideals, and to live up to the ideal standard is sometimes rather more than we are altogether able to manage ; children in their teens find out how clumsy and ignorant we are and do not quite unreservedly respect us, but our dogs adore us without a suspicion of our short-comings.—Philip Gilbert Hamer- ton. A BAUM ISSVLT. It doesn’t always do to credit people with over-sensitiveness. The other day one of our “ rising young pianists ” was giving his opinion of the vulgarity ami meanness displayed by our goldfish aris tocracy. “ Why,” said he, “for instance, not long ago I was invited to attend a musical© at the house of old Full bags, on Nob Hill. Of course I played a good deal to entertain the company, and when I left old H, as he shook hands, slipped into my hamfs (20 gold piece. ” V Why, the thick-skinned old bog I" said the am hence, indignantly, “ What did you dot ” “ Why, you jaat bat I fat swea with him. I haughtily threw the money 00 the floor and left, after first exchang ing tbs coin far a eounterteit twenty I to have fa my yuaafmV- “ tha old vulgarian right" “Yea, tt was s hags tdsa, hut tha tvaabto was | koJ puaWy She forms her plans for him as the cradle with her slender foot He is lo he s statesman or a clergymen, a merchant or a soldier. Hhe plays with her dreams of his future just ss rite blew babbles in her childhood, aad oa those bubbles burst so may (hsaa bright fan cies of hers. Or, haply, even greater things may be in store for him than she has thought of; for though some one who was destined for the ohurch by his mother has, doubtless, died s felon’s death, another, whose parents only hoped that he should work at his father's honest trade, has come to be a ruler in the land. The great poets were not poets in their cradles. The whole list of people whose names are known to all the world gave no sign of future greatness fa their cra dles. They cried for pop and lot the moon just like all the babes who lived and died without being or doing any thing particular. But, oh, the fate that may be before any babel before you, before me. Ob, the brightness or the darkness behind the curtain that veils our future and that of those we lave I Do the angels know all ? Is it written, or only to bs writ ten? For one thing let xu all ba thankful: that wa do not know and that there ia no of knowing tha life that wa may who sold his subject* to Ea- gland to be k died fa Amettaa daring th* Revolution. The Lsadgrave took afaaey to Meyer Anselm and mode him his ageat When Napoleon overran Europe, Will iam of Haase woe driven from hia and left all the money ha eoalfi together fa the hands of Anselm, his agent. It amounted to 4260,000. Money in those day* returned 12 or even 20 per ooni on good security, lent it, and toned it over and again. The war went on, The battle of Lcipeio was fought, and Napoleon and hia army were hurled across tha Rhino. The Landgrave of Heooe then returned tohiestatee. A few days after, the eldest son of Mayer Anselm presented biro seif at court and handed over to tha Land grave the three milliona of florins which wen the principal and interest of tha treasure hia father had taken ears of. Tha Inndgrave looked upon tha restated money oa a windfall. In hia exaltation he frpjghtod young Rothschild at ones, “flnrh himt«tj."b UTT; g >,n *— “ had never been known fa the world.” At the Congzem of Vienna, where he went shortly after, ba could talk ef noth ing else than tha h mosty of tha Rotha- Ha mads thorn tha taahinuahla ef Europe, which they to this day. live, or tha death that wa moat die, or the fate that lias before the children far ' " My whom wo build oar bonny air oaatlaa.— Mme. X. to on I Hem York Ledger. day. “ Why, uj far newt 1 -D» you nod that poem fa lost ^ ef night's paper ?" asked Smith. “Bead?" posed to have left unobserved. Barely the seas reason is reached by s people believe fa each an absurdity. of un- —people who a what is the real te equally unable to sso eaumof djgpoprfa •»« a partica- II o amt Toon, when at Eton, WM one day asked by the why a certain lor clause. Ha onawarad: “I don't know.” “ Thai fa imponrfbla,” raid the matter. “I know you arel bat obstinate." nd the the punfahmeat, the rule of i know i