The ledger. [volume] (Gaffney City, S.C.) 1896-1907, April 30, 1896, Image 3
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THE WEEKLY LEDGER;: GAFFNEY, S. C., APRIL 30, 1890.
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Kl FI'S HpVNDKRS.
S'orica from LJfo in tho Rocky
Crook sbttlomcnt.
The oi<i i »
Gravel Cut
nuO t!>*' Mcatlicr Scan-
ulOUM 2lot.
«|arnor Sllll Lives
\V( I ool, a FighUn,”
at
There is
where t!
i.i-nill v always a way
a will—particular if it
is a woman's
will and she
wants to hate
her way. And
c o nsequent Sal
ly they had a
tremendius bi t ?
ruccusand con-
fusion in ent
over at the
P r n v o 1 cut,
three miles
d o w n below
tho railroad
Ktntion, one day last week. They het
things up so hot and furious and raised
fdeh a seandlons bip fuss over there, til!
by gracious the air was blue for miles
sround.
T!»o "Wherefores and Wheneeness,"
Xaturally of course there was a wom
an In the e;nse as usual. It was the rail-
iwiul on one. side and old MLses tlur-
tter—one of these plain, old, (lint-and-
utiH'l women—on the other side. And
hi the peneral wind-up if that old lady
didn’t show out ahead of the game she
made the other side more than willin
•’<>i*.and quit even.
r.s to tho wherefores and the
Wlini'eiiess thereof—it would seem
Illic the rnilroad ha-i l:een runnin of
Its cr r? so \\ ild atal reekless here lately
till they had l.illed off a, whole pusslc
ol >nse:i (iiTticr’s ehiekens and dueks
mi the like of th.at-- which, you under-
fUi d, she lives ripht thereon thebluffi
ft pra.vi'l cut. She had took her foot
«ni hfird and w. :.f tjj> to the station
ftro or three ti:; e nd jait In her claim
for dene pes, 1 at the railroad wouldn’t
eonph ap v. n tii a cent. The agent told
irr th.at they didn't pay for nothin
Jp:^ tlinn a 1 or, mid she would have to
Inara 1 t ehie e: b ‘it'-r Ken so than to
run Isi' k and forth across the railroad
tracks.
i' Ihit finally e.t last one day last week
i u heavy loaded frr ipht train run over
’ the <dd lady's turkey hen—“and her
i a ret tin on 14 r<- "—and tnaslied licr
bit ) a thue a.m! odds and ends and scat
tered fiaptne:,:.-.
That was i it 1 too many for Mlws
tinnier, fv:" fuaa-d and s tor meal and
rrlrd. and sttmiiu d and cried and fussed
till she sat. that wruMu’i even pay her
fi/T her titue mid trouble, and then she
tore oIf and pitched out tip the road to
the station, with her fly bonnet In one
soft, soap was too much for It, and bo
there It was. They couldn’t climb over
end they had to stop. They pulled open
boxes and sanded the track free and
heavy and promiscus. Hut still the
trains couldn’t come across the cut.
livery time tho engines snorted the
wheels would slip and run backwards
faster than they run forwards.
At the break of day next morning
there was four trains all jammed up in
a wad over there at the gru 1 cut, and
in the maintime they had t >o tail-end
collisions and ditched three 1 aided ears.
It took two or three railroad bosses
and the bridge gang till III o'clock that
day to clear up and clean off the track
and git them trains away from the
gravel cut.
The railroad people then put In and
had old Mises Garner arrested on the
general chargo of trespass and pure
meanness, and she likewise also tool:
out papers of coinpellment on the rail
road elaimln damages for thirteen
chickens, seven ducks and one turkey
hen—“and her a act-tin on fourteen
The trial come off before Justice
Doogin. The court maintained that if
as big a thing ns a railroad couldn’t
hold its own when there was nothin
but one old widow woman at the other
end of the game they ought to take out
and quit. Whereas, he throwed the
costs on the railroad and Mises Gnrnci
went forth onest more n free woman.
There was some talk around in the
settlement to the extent that the ease
would have to go on up higher. Hut
I rather think the railroad Is more
than willin to piny quits. Yet still at
the same time when they git rale han-
rry to see the old Indy Gamer they will
know where to find her. She is right
there at home on the bluffs of the gravel
cut—red-headed and lur'd to handle—■
hands high and heavy as buckshot.”
WANTON CltlikLTY.
Bill Arp Spoak-i His Mind on the
Subjoct.
Ills Opinion of tlic Man Yr'lio Needlessly
nulls Ills l.lto-lio Once Shot
Ills Neighbor's Cow. Is Now
Sorry for It.
her dead tiirlo ;
,• hen I
She xve;;
t tip
f here
nnd she :■
nxv !.
in. B
Me story
in p
lain H
give out f
•ome
of he:
opinions 1
In re
gards
nnd the rr
illro:’.
d men
hand and th:' f' et i: :d tail feathers of
he other,
to see tho ngert,
told her terri-
h.lt d i-fiitrs and
r strong poramal
to tlie railroads
. Hut It was also
pluperfect' a: end vexation of spirit.
JIo wouldn’t j ay her a continental red
con* for Ivr turkey, to say nothin of the
bnekago on chickens.
“1 ain’t nothin but a pore wldder
woman,” rays llr* old lady as ahe
walked out through iho crowd and
started oif < n her return back home,
“but bless the heavens., I am hi hands
high and heavy a 1 i uokshot, I was
livin right there 1 cfore the railroad
was bu!It, and right there 1 will live
till the hint final sh ;v.cr comes and 1
Jmvc to go in. Hut in the nuiiutiine I
pi jest. hi. bund:; Is;; h and heavy as
ll< ahot!”
And fUn “Uiicd I’le I'oV
Patient and long-sulTorin reader—
tnnybe you ihm’t 1 the eld lady Gar
ner. Hut all them that have scraped
up acquaintance with her can tell you
that she is red-headi d and rantanker-
uus and come from f'ghtin stock. You
couldn't burn the woods and sift the
ashes and find another one exactly like
her.
Prom the station uhc struck a hoe
line and burnt the wind for home, and
dirrln the balance of that day she was
the gonebyest most busiest woman In
the round created world. She dreened
the ash ban el for lye, and raked and
scraped the kitchen for soap grease.
Then she made the necessary mixtry
for Ij'o soap, and built a roarln big lire
and tilled the pot. She Idled It high and
slie bilrd it hot, and she stirred it with
a saesafniss stick to make the soap
particular thick and stick.
Hut that want all- not by a whole
tremendius b'g lot. In tb«’ still and sol
emn hours of the night she went, forth
and got her old soap gourd and toted
that pot. of fresh lye snap down to the
railroad. And she didn’t sloji there.
She took and jiourcd and smeared that
soap on the steel rails for 200yards.
When the day's work was done, and
when Mises Garner laid her jioor old
body down to rest that night you may
know she was weary with the
storms and trials and tribulations of
lids vain and fleetln world. Hut
In my own mind I 1 have no
doubt but. what the Inst words phe
spoke before fthe fell off to sleep the
sleep of the Just were: “Sixteen hands
high, and heavy as bmdushot.”
••Two roots a rixhtin."
If the fool Killer had bnly 1'oen out
on the spring circuit Inst week there
.vould now he two men missln from
around Hooky Creek—me and Mart
Mayo. Tie pitched in. we did. and had
a fight, which I do reckon it was way
yonder the most nllovercst fool fight
that has ever come to pass in nil this
pleasant strip of country.
Prom all the gem ral ajijiearmenta It
would seem like Mart had went to town
that d;ty to a political rallification of
sonic sort, and In the mnintlme he had
climbed up on the outside of more
sjierits-of-eats-n.fightin, of!’ nnd on, thnn
was com in for his share. At any rntes.
when he come along by our house on
Ids return l ock home from town he was
tankt-d up to n ratio of about sixteen
drinks to one sjioonful of brains, nnd
jest naturally one-sided and sjiiiin for
a light.
Hit was now way into the shank of the
cvcnin, nnd I had went down in th-
oats field looking for dewberries nnd
guinea nests, when old Mart hove in.
sight. Hr was ridin ills mule in n swing-
in gallop, rrrlin and roekin nnd w' n
and cussin to beat six b ! f*. Hr r!d out
to the fence and waved Ids hand for me
and I went on down to nee what in the
round created world was the matter
with him.
“Itufe Sanders," snvB Mart, M<on ns I
got up In tnlkin distance, “1 would lore
lo have n fight. Hr gads, I do rnly want
to have a fight. Dad burn oil If 1 ain’t
jest naturally pot to have n fig!:t!”?nys
he, in a laud voice. And then he lent
way over on his mule’s neck and fdiet
one eye to see for certain that there
want more than one of me.
“1 am witli you, Mnrf, r'g'if or wrong,
and if you need any hriji yon know
right, where to send and git it,
“Who is the other man?"
“You! —you dad burned double-jlnti d.
ho::-nr.kled idiot! Your time, has
come." says Mart, and with that be
rolled ol? of his mule
on out of kis coat.
“Hut me and you have always b-'en
good friends. Mart,” says I, “and so far
as 1 knn.v there n-int nothin for us to
fi^!it about,”
"That don’t make a continential durn
bit of difference with me,'’ says Mart.
“I am -1!) years old, I weigh Ifi.T pounds
and I use to live In Texas. I want to
fight, and fight I must,"
Hy this time Mart had got his bristles
up and was foamin at the mouth, and
see In that nothin would do him hut a
light, I pulled olT and we pitched In.
Naow Mart is a whole lot the best man
between us two for common, but owin
lo the sjierlts he had put under his .Sun
day shirt it was six with one and about
half a dozen with the other.
Ho there we had It—up nnd down
and over nnd under. It was who should
and who shouldn't—which was which
nnd who was who. Presently Mart, he
backed under the shade of some sweet-
gum bushes in a jam of tho fence nnd
called for time.
"It. Is fix) durned Infernal hot and
save I try to fight this thing out to a
finish this cvcnin, Jlufe,” says Mart.
"SpoKo. we rojonm the moetln tem
porarily?'*
As to me, I was only goin through the
motions to please Mart, nnd the weath
er was seandlons hot, So wc both laid
down onr hands and quit.
And the sports killed 1,000 pigeons in
Macon the other day. i hat is awful.
I did not know there were such unfeel
ing people in this civilized country.
There is nothing more harmless, noth
ing so happy and so beautiful ns the
pigeons that domesticate around our
homes nnd seek the protecting care of
mankind. I thought Unit this cruel
sport had been abandoned and that day
pigeons were substitutes and were
thrown from iv trap by u spring. Mo
wonder the goixl people In Macon re
fused to witness the unfeeling sport.
It Is an honor to them and It seems to
me they might have found some law to
prevent It, Where did they getso many
pigeons? It is possible that any gen
tleman who had them on his place would
let his boys sell them for such a sacri
fice? Just think of It! A thousand
happy, innocent birds tom and mangled
by shot and shell, legs broken or wing;
and then dying a lingering death of
pain. This thing could not have been
done In Cartcrsville. Tin other day two
young bucks, who are proud of their
muscle, planned a boxing match to come
off at the city hall and our mayor ami
council rose up In arms nnd called out
the inilltiu nnd beat the long roil and
issued a proclamation and scared the
young bucks so bad they l"ft the town
for three days. Their boxing gloves
were seized as contrabands of war and
have been filed away among the
trojihles. One of the bucks Is from Eng
land nnd the affair may .yet get uji an
other Venezuelan conqiliention with the
Monroe doctrine attached. What right
has Johnny Bull to be knocking out an
American-born citiz 'n? No, we don’t
believe in sjxirts that are cruel or dan
gerous. A man went uj» in a balloon
here to-day nnd hung from it by Ids
toes on a trapeze nnd then cut loose nnd
came down with a j'araehute and every
body gazed and wondered, for it was a
free show, hut he ought not to have
been allowed to do it, for they get kilh d
sooner or later, and it excites n thirst
from his love of the fatherland and was
n good, loving citizen of both countries.
What a beautiful trait is patriotism.
An, unreconstructed rebel friend told
me in Florida that nothing had har
monized him since the war. until he
visited Europe last summer and saw
the stars and stripes flying to the
breeze in every foreign port, and then
his old love for that banner came back
again and he felt like be could shake
hands and be at jiea.ee with the whole
Yankee nation. I wish that I nnd my
wife could travel abroad.— Hill Arp, in
Atlanta Constitution.
THE TRICKS OF TRADE.
Sam Jonca Sjjoaks ol Dishonesty
In tho Commercial World.
Full WelRlits, lull Measures, Fair Deal
ings. .Srniputous Integrity tTiarnctortae
the Honest Man's Conduct—The
Matter of Paving Debts.
MR.
COURTSHIP.
Mrs. Elizabeth Cady Htantnn Tells of Ills
I'irr.t Engagement.
Mrs. Stanton was sitting in a big
cha ir In her pretty jiarlor the other day
when a visitor called upon her. As she
sat, with her bade to the window, a
bright light came streaming in all
about her. It could not jiositlvcly be
said that she was thinking oT the mar
tyr president, but there might have
been any number of reminiscent
thoughts In tho bead beneath the full
j ufTs of s' ft white hair that seemccT t*
form a h::k» around Mrs. Stanton’s face.
“Did you ever hear about Lincoln’s
eourt.si’.ij)?" she asked. “It was.when
He was
a very young
in.
It would require a volume indeed if
I were to give an outline of all tho
tricks in trade known to the commercial
world.
From the highest circles to the lowest
we have dealings and doings that
•ays 1.
nd crawled right
The next time you go over there to
the gravel cut if you will stop and look
up and down the railroad you can see
the tremendius heavy grades both way A
Hight frequent It comes to pass that
heavy loaded trains run flown ton stall
mid a dead stoj) along tbere-*-portlcular
noon after a rain when the track hi wet
and slick.
Hut when ft comes to innkln things
slippery and click a little rain water
nlut nothin to a whole pass'! cf fresh
soft nonp. b'> consequentially that
right when tin next freight, train come
Hrundcrin down the road it had tostojv
over there at t lie gravel cut. Hy nnd hy
another one come thunderin up the
road and when it struck the gravel cut
the heusy grade and old Mines Garber's
Familiar quotations.
Andy Lucas—Free silver is one of
them things you hear tell of so durn fre
quent, and see so durn never.
Aunt Nancy New ton—The more I see
of men the better I love dogs.
Dlev Bcrogglns—It Is Ix’tt/T to play
tho hands wo hold limn draw toothers
we know not of.
Dunk Weatherford—There Is Home-
thin wrong with a man when his re
ligion makes him sorry and his polities
makes him mad. Ilupt's Banders.
rotenfnfes Who Never Move,
There are but two European poten
tates w ho manage to get along without
change of residence. They are tlie pope
•f lioiue :i;.il the sultan of Turkey, The
sultan has never left Constantinople
inoo he ascended the throne in such
tragic eireumstanees 19 years ago, nnd
his holiness has remained within the
precincts sitjce the triple tiara was
placed upon hi.) head.—Chicago News.
for dangerous risks anil an imlifTen nee
todeath. A man w ho v Ml wantonly tint!
foolishly put Ills life in hazard is a fool
for want of sense and will never get to
Denver, In my ojilr.ior. Many years ago
I saw niondln. » little Frenchman, who
was brought, oxer by XibJo to dance the
roj)0 at h!s garden show In New York.
The garden wasn't, big enough foj- Ills
ambition and he got. to walking ropes
from steeples of high buildings end
next over waterfalls, nnd last over the
great chasm below Niagara falls. The
last time I saw him ha xvas walking over
that chasm on a rope that was 1.909 feet
long ami was I.V) feet above the surging
w aters and he had a man on his shottld-
ders. Well, of course, that was xery
wonderful and very perilous, but it ae-
eoirpllshml no good to anybody end no
body would have eared if lie had fallen
and killed himself. “Just another fool
gone,” the sjiretators would have said.
And I iiaxe known my father b 11 .about
Sam Hatch, who astonished the country
l>3' jumping from top masts of vessels
and from high bridges, lie jumped the
falls of Paterson, X. J., about 100 feet,
and then the fe.lls of Niagara and Hot h-
. ester, and finally was found four mont hs
afterwards ai d he way pronounced ti
first-class fool.
Hut still I have more respect for
Hloudin nnd Sam Hatch than for any ft
of men who xvill wantonly kill 1.000
pigeons just to show oiT their skill in
'••hooting. It Is a bad sign in a boy to
be cruel. We have pigeons at our home
and they give us jileasurc every day
and sometimes the bad boysslijiarotind
In the back alley with t.hcir sling shots
and shoot them from their hiding
places and xve find the dead birds lying
around, and it distresses my wife sore
ly. What makes box's do so? Why do
<hey Jove to shoot English spnrroxvs?
The girls have no such desire. They
xvould rather caress them nnd nestle
them in their bosoms. Man Is harder-
hearted than woman and maybe t ie
maternal instincta has something to
do with It—the love of little h< Ijiless
creatures. Maybe It is because she way
the last and best of. God's creations.
One day I took down my gun In anger
to shoot a cow that was in m3' cornfield.
Hie had broken down the fence several
times, but old John Allan was u good
neighbor and had promised to fix his
fence nnd didn’t do it, and lie was away
from home a good deal, for he was it
mlllxvrlght. M3' wife begged me not
to shoot his cow, but I did it, and jmt
out one of her eyes nnd tore her up
jjrett3' bad. I didn’t see John for some
time and didn’t want to. One morning
lie stojiped at the gate nnd asked Iioxx"
we. all were nnd talked about the rain
nnd the. weather, nnd after awhile re
marked that he had be. 11 right bu or re
pairing his part of that old L nee, and It
xvas all right noxx'. "My caows will not
trouble 3 011 liuny more, I ’ojic," he said
In his English brogue. Then, of course,
1 had to apologize for shooting his cow
and to explain how much damage she
had done. “Well,” said he, thought
fully, "when I caire 'ome I xxu.s very
sorry for you and for the coni, but more
sorry for my caow. lilt xvas my fault
and not Yrs. ,1 wouldn't nv shot your
eaow, major, but hi am notconijilninin'.
You 'nv' been n good nnixir to me and
your children ’nv’ been kind to mine.
Good morning. Hive broke my hadzo
and ’nv’ to get a new one.”
Good-old John Allan. lie died the
other day and Dr. Felton jirenehed Ills
funeral. lie was a go< d nulxm and an
honest man. I am sorry that I shot his
cow, lie loved to talk to me about
“hold h’England” and (.nee I hint his
feelings became I seemed to doubt bin
word when he told me that his father
used to raise K i bushels of \x heat to the
acre. “Roxv wheat in dimt and rye In
mortar.” he used to say.lhnnd you will
’av’ a good crop.” ll< wa:«)evcr weaned
bearding xvith a widow, with xvliose
beautiful daughter he fell in love. The
gir 1 xvas a! rca ;ly engnged t o a x'o.iingma ti
xvhose business had called him axvuy
from her. nnd. rt.rar.ge to say, she had
not h‘'ard from him since his departure.
“Six norths went Iw. nnd still tho
girl had rot heard a word from tho
mar to xvhom she war, engaged. Nat*
urally she came to the conclusion that
he xvas merely jdr.xdrg xvith her affec
tions and left her for good.
“AH this time .Lincoln xvas devoted
to her. She xvas a proud girl, and she
raid: 'I am rot going to have that man
think I am ib. irgof love for him xvhen
1 have such a lover as this at m3’ feet.’
And she became engaged to Lincoln.
“He xvas a vcr3' fond nnd devoted
lover in ever;.’ xxxqy. and the;,' were very
hail';.' together. The time went b;.'.
and as the (’ax - of their wedding ap-
jironehed an uncxj:rcted obstacle con
fronted them.
“The former loxa r returned and xvas
ns much in love us ever. He had been
the victim of a verv severe attack of
typhus fever, and when he recovered
from his long Illness sufilelently to re
alize how much time had elapsed, he
xvns horrified. He xvas so much over-
eome at tho thought of his fiaueoc’s
feelings and her j;robable opinion of
him that he had a relapse.
“Wh-n he again became convalescent
be re turned and explained to the young
xvoman the cause of his long absence
nnd silence. Ills explanations appeased
the young woman’s sense of injury and
she found that her old love for him had
returned.
“She not only loved him, but she loved
Lincoln also.”
There was an exclamation of aston-
Ishment from the 3'oungor xvomen in
the room at this illustration of twofold
fidelity.
“The .voung woman,” Mrs. Stanton
xvent on, “xvas great!} - troubled. What,
would one of her lox-era think and feel
if she married the other? She grieved
so much over her difficult, situation that,
her health was affected. She was at
tacked with brain fever nnd died.
“This xvas Lincoln’s second greatsor-
roxv. ITc used to go at twilight and
throxv himself down on the young wom
an’s grave to mourn.
“Mr. Herndon, who was Lincoln’s
partner, and who wrote a life of l.hn.
told me that the bereaved lover would
often sit In the inner room of their law
office and not permit anyone to disturb
him.
“Mr. Lincoln was the saddest-looklng
man you ever saw. Ills first great grief
xx aa the loss of his mother. She had
been an unhappy woman in man3’ waj's.
Tie was her confidant in all her sorrows.
She had told him that maa3' times in
her early married life, before he was
born, she wished ns she awoke in the
mornings that she were dead. I’roba-
ought to bring a blush of shame
to the cheeks of honest men. An hon
est man is one who will not be a party
to dishonesty in anything. Full*
weights, full measures, fair dealings,
scrupulous integrity characterize his
thoughts and words and nets. If we
go into flic wholesale trade xve will find
spurious articles of diet, diluted articles,
shodd v’ articles, articles of underweight,
articles that are manufactured as cheats
and known to be cheats. If we go into
the clothing line we find garments
wrung from the bleeding fingers of
over-xvorked, under-paid women, gar
ments that are shoddy in colors, shoddy
in material, shoddy in qualit3'. In the
dr3' goods world we find the same evi
dence of cheat and swindle. I haxe
found out that a cheat is a cheat, and
lie will cheat you every chance he gete.
An honest man is an honest man, and
it jiavs to deal with him. If I know a
merchant to be an honest man. whose
word is ns sacred as his soul, I can
deal with him with satisfaction nnd
ease. They labor under this disadvan
tage—their goods are alwav's higher-
priced than at the places where frauds
and cheats are practiced on the people.
A good article with a reasonable jirofit
is the cheapest article one can bii3\
Then we go into the world of mami-
facturies. \Ve find in pianos, in organs,
in wagons and buggies, in cutlery and
ploxx 3. cheats on every hand, fraud at
ever}’ turn. Why all this when it has
been demonstrated a thousand tiinc*;
that honestj’ is the bestjiolicy? George
Westenholm and Rogers have grown
rich 1)3’ dealing honestly with the pub
lic in cutlery. The Columbia Euggy
eomjiany has flourished for a score of
years because the3' do honest work.
Some merchants xvhom I could name
have prosjjered and will continue to
prosper because the3' deal fairl}' with
their customers.
Honesty is not only a jxrineiple gov
erning our dealings, but is a means of
success if faithfully persisted in. Have
no dealings with a rascal! We have
got that from the lips of others a thou
sand times, 3et every <la3' and every
where men are being defrauded and
wrong bas been penetrated because of
dishonest dealing between man and
man. A man who xvill tell a 11c to make
a deal or hide a truth to accomplish a
trade is dishonest at heart. The oid
horse jockt^' who tells 100 lies and
covers up 100 truths In order to beat his
neighbor in a trade is as decent and
honest as the manufacturer or mer
chant who practices deception and de
frauds his neighbor in the deals he
makes with him.
Honesty is very unpretentious. D!s-
honest3* struts and regales. Sometimes
in flaming advertisements, sometimes
in protestations of integrity it seeks to
lead others to believe that their real In
terest lies in trading xvith them. If
men were sensible and knew it xvas wise
to trade 02113' "Eh the honest men,
then honest3' xxonihl have a fair show
and men would get value received in all
the marts of trade. And 3'et I believe in
proportion. There are tnore dishonest
buyers than there are dishonest sellers,
more, dishonest customers than there
are dishonest merchants, more dis
honest consumers tha:i there are dis
honest manufacturers. I can see how
an honest man can suffer himself to be
defrauded by the tricks of trade In buy
ing and selling the commodities of life,
but all stock gambling and future deal
ing seems to be honeycombed xvith a
want of honesty and integrit3’ that xvill
sxvamp an3 r man xvho indulges Ui it, I
records since the xvar disclose millions
of dollars that have run out of date.
And, by the xvay, I never have seen hoxv
a debt could run ont of date. A man xvho
xvill plead the statute of limitations to a
debt is as mean as the devil xvants him
to be and as dishonest us the devil him
self. A debt 100 years old ought to bo
ns sacred as a debt one hour old. More
so. Debt, like xvine, ought to improve
with age.
If man could trust man and ex'ery
honest man knoxv he xvas dealing xvith
an honest man, how much more satis
factory xvould be the dealings of men,
and how much happier man xvould bo
in the marts of trade. We 0103' l>oa«t
of the advantages xvbcre xve use the
tricks In trade. Sometimes prosperity
seems to smile upon the dishonest, but
sooner or later the accumulations of
dishonest methods xvill curse the man
xvho practiced his rascalit3’ to gain hi*
gold, or It xvill curse his children after
him. Deal honestly! Hay your debts!
Live and die an honest man, if 3'ou die
in the poorhouse. Sam H. Jones,
AN ARIZONA MYSTERY.
ly her sorroxv had some effort upon 1 have no jiatienco xvith the dealer arena
him. Her death was a great bloxv to
him.
“I remember xvhen I first fr.xv Lin
coln. It xvas after he xvas president.
Mr. Stanton and I called uj;on him.
He had such n sad face. He xvas a man
xvith a great mind and heart.
“M.r. Herndon told me a great man3’
things about him. The sentiment lux
showed ujxm the death of his first lovo
is impressive, I think. 1 believe she
loved him better than her other lover,”
—N. Y. Times.
A I’ollto Child, •
Hrof. Sully, in an article In the Popu
lar Science Monthly, commenting on
the jealous regard for ceremony and the
projirieties of behavior as seen in the en
forcement of rules of politeness by chil
dren, cites a delightful instance that fell
under his oxvn observation ns he xvas
xvalkingon Hampstead Heath. “Itxvns
n spring day and the fat buds of the
chestnut xvere bursting Into inngntfi
rent green plumes. Two well-dressed
•misses,’ aged, I should say about nine members of the church or the preachers
tomer in bucket shops or future deal
ing. I believe the sweat, of the face
is tho honesty of the life manifested
within. Ho xvho gets something for
nothing or gets something easier than
laboring for it must either Inherit itor
deframl another out of it.
1 believe the best road to permanent
prosperity lies in national, commercial
and individual honesty. There can be
no permanent prosjidl-ity xvhen the In
tegrity of a nation is questioned or the
honesty of an Individual is doubted.
Not only in the marts of trade do xve
see dishonesty disjilayed and tricks
manifested, but thousands of men in
their dishonest3' xvhen it comes to pay
ing their debts present a jncture that
gives one almost a contempt for the ma
jority of men. Some men xvill pile uj)
behind the petticoat* of their xvives a
competency and then act as agents fo**
their xvives in future life, i have very
little resjx'Ct for an insolvent husband
living in holy xvcdlock xvith a solvent
wife. I have no respect for the
Tho Dlsaxmenranco r>t Fnlo-Ycrdl 12111 aixl
IIIn Family of Greens.
What has become of Hill Green,
known in the earl / 90s in Arizona ns
Paloverdi Hill because he xvas tall and
verdant, and, later known as the Long
Green for a reason that xvill presently
appear?
Hill lived In the glorious Holt river
vallc3' tip under the middle hump of old
Cnmelbaek mountain, seven odd miles
from the town of Phoenix. Hero he
cultivated the pei'cnnial alfalfa, ns well
as an abnormal projjenslty for drink.
To the latter cause ma3' be attributed
his failure in the former vocation. Ho
irrigated unceasing!}'—himself, not hla
land, and xvith “red-eye” instead of xvo-
tcr.
Cattlemen love nota poor pasture nnd
xvhen the steers failed to come to his
broxvn and barren fields, Halo-verdi Hill
grexv low in spirits and loxv in pocket,
and “crooked his elboxv,” so Higgins,
his nearest neighbor, said, “to an extent
that xvas scandalous.”
What Green, his xvlfe and the six
young Greens lived on during this era
of depression it is not.given man to
know. Some said it xvas cottonxvood
bark for the mistress nnd the young
ones, xvhilc Hill knocked the red blooms
from the tij>s of the sahuara cactus and
brexved a fair quality of tizxvin—on
Indian beverage that rarely fails to
knock a man out in one round.
Thus matters stood xvhen, one bright
day in early summer, Simpson, who
keeps a general store on Center street,
leaned over his counter and said to his
clerk: “Here comes Halo-verdi Hill xvith
his batch of Greens. Tell him xve don’t
xvaut his trade and sec that you’re
st ruck by lightning before you sell him
txvo-bits’ xvorth of stuff.”
The clerk met Hill at the door heading
his verdant procession, nnd .prompt!/
told him that Simpson xvnsn’t anxioiw
for any more credit trade.
“Ner cash trade, either, I take it,” re
marked Hill, <us he flashed 11 roll of
greenbacks as big as his xvrlst ami
wall; 1 il nxvay, xvhilc Simpson groveled
in dust and flour behind the counter,
xvhere he had dropped in order to be out
of sight.
Hill’s expenditures in Phoenix that
day i’.re matters of history. Mrs.
Green’s ideas all ran to blue calico, and
she xvent from store to store purchasing
xvith a lavish hand. When she got
through, Simpson xvas the only man lo
town xvho had any blue calico.
The children of the affluent Bill lo-
x'ested in stick candy from one end of
Phoenix to the other, and Simpson,
again, xvas the only man who had any
stick candy left on his ehclx'es.
As for Hill himself he made it a i>oint
to drink in every saloon, pay In $20 bills
and haughtily refuse to accept change.
He bore his immense load of nexvly-ne-
qulrcd dignity and other things xvith
surprising steadiness, and at last he
bought xip a menagerie that happened
to he in town and left the place, sup
pose My for his ranch, but neither he
nor his family have cx-er since been
heard from.
Whence came Long Green’s xvcolth ?
Whither did he vanish? Here’s an oj>-
portunlty for some one to settle a ques
tion xvhieh is perplexing the thinking
portion of Arizona’s 00,000 people.
Did the men.'igerie break loose nmX
make xvay xvith the Greens? Other
wise, hoxv would It be possible for tin?
ent Ire outfit to disappear ami leave not
a rack behind—not eVeii a vestige of
candy or calico?
Here endeth the conjecture. — Wil
liam Wallace Cook, in Detroit Prec
Press.
and eleven, xvere taking their correct
morning walk. The elder called the at
tention of the younger to one of the
trees, pointing to It. The younger ex
claimed in a highly shocked tone: ‘Oh,
Maud, you know you shouldn't point!'
The notion of j>erpetmUng a rudeness
on the chestnut tree xvas funny enough.
Hut the incidi nt is instructive as illus
trating the childish tendency to stretch
ami generalize rules to the utmost,”—
Golden Days.
Tin’ Honor DUpuiod.
Wnldoljoro; Me., disputes with Helfast
nnd Palermo the honor of having as
residents the oldest txvlns in Maine..
Mrs. Miiry Wood and Mrs. Almira Pel-'
len, who reached the age of R2 years*
a few xveeks ago, xvere said to Ihj the
ablest twins in the state, hut Wahlo-
boro’s twins, brothers, are 87 yearn
aid.
—Vices nro ns xvcll contrary to them- 1
wives us to virtue.—Fuller.
xvho do not scrupulously look to the
paying of their debts. I have no re
spect for even n negro xvho xvill not pay
his debts. Sooner or later xx-e. must
find ont this fact: That he xvho honest
ly pays his debts xvill avoid a thousand
errors and difficulties which overtake a
non-debt payer. I have some resjvect
for u man xvho would but can’t pay.
but no resjject for the man xvho can and
won’t. A man who is in debt must, be
economical, industrious nnd pay every
dollar he can, or lose the consciousness
that he Is an honest man. 1 had as soon
be in jail ns to live like some men live—
hunted by creditors nnd dodging the
dimncrs until life Iwcomes a burden.
Extravagantly they have lived and mis
erably they xvill die. Some men have
spent as much time shirking tho pay
ment of their debts ns it would have
taken to have earned money enough to
settle them all off nt 100 cents on .the
dollar, xvith interest. The old ledger
Heroic Ride.
It has often been s'noxvn that girls pos
sess great courage In times of danger,
and the story of n little Kentucky girl
proves it anew. The heroine’s name Is
Kate Morgan, nnd she Is only 13 year*
old. She and an Invalid sister live xvith
their father in a farmhouse ten miles
from Augusta. Late one Saturday night
the father accidentally discluirged a
gun and Inflicted a flesh-wound, b}*
which a vein xvas sex-ered, and the ninrr
xvas In danger of bleeding to death.
Neighbors xvere not near, luid the near
est doctor xvas In Augusta. The inx-nllff
sister xvas assisted to her father's side
nnd undertook to stay the floxv of blooxf
while Kate xvent for the doctor. The
night xvas dark nnd it rained, a heavy,
drenching rain, nnd the little girl on
horseback xvas xvet to the skin. Hut she
kept the beast nt a gallop and rode into
toxvn at one o’clock. She hunted up a
doctor, nnd xvhilc be prepared to go
she xvas dressed in dry clothing belong
ing ton daughter of the physician. Their
nxvay they xvent back into tlie hills
in tli** storm. They xvere Just in time.
The girl, Susie, could not have held out
a half-hour longer. Katie's brave ride
saved her father’s life.—N. Y. Recorder.
A Very OI<l CotipWv
Mr. and Mrs. William Rlaokxvell, of
Corinth, Me., have Hist celebrated the.
70th anniversary of their xvedding. Mr.
Rlackxvell is 9!1 years old and his xvlfar
is 90.