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THE WEEKLY LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C., $IAY 14, 189G. FORKS. from Iho “Cou- Stroama” liurrh Tics I’p the jicciuoutliilly There lm.es Insteavl of Lit; Smufthnp. L nnd wetldin .sniasl;- l libuliitions a lid con fusion men ts that have ever conic to pass in this "rcen anti \v i c It c tl old world—we had it right down here in t li c Kocky Creek settlement, in the run of the hast, two weeks. In the spring is t lie right and ft raley seems to me, for to fall in love and go It married and settle down llhit yet still ;it the same ■ sap is up nnd t he freshets creek slops over, there is Uu* land and weepin and lowgrounds of sorrow. [•<1 the Wrong Knot. “ginr.in the Keverent Josh so had rattled over at lied ■h one. night, and made sie.h lius big break till bless fhe 1 led the wrong knot and (the v. rong ; air. had went out that linns iTiid Mi ; T nipie Murdock luwl Ithe eouelt;. ion that life would lie lot more brighter and hap* |i tliem if they would sail in and lies for betti r or for worse, till t hem part. The show was set ll iy i.ig'nt ;it candle liglit, nnd rybody in the settlement for ground turned out and went over to lied I.evel church to see the and hear the fatal words spoke. |.!ie main tiir.c Jhid Newton had to play as best jitnn for the oon- |;.nd .Mi - Maud;. Singleton she had engagements to stand up with whilst the pr-nclier tied the knot Inns and Miss Temple. t>w then, as to old Parson Hanson— the go i.l herd never pumped the Mh of mortal life into a better man fn him. Ihit old man Josh is knockin |ng into the vale of years and tears ^sidei ahie, and in regards to eyesight is rather dan and doubtful. And Bat is worse and more of it, ho is Jest iturallv a ino-vion and skittish n« a Ight younggirl. Soeonseipientially he rent to woMi years ago and fixed aphis Ittlo woddiji speech and got it by lieart, lad he don’t have to do any read in in mlerment to tie. the knot, nnd tie It so St will hold through thick and thin, fheneeforw ards and forever. The church was crowded to standln room only that night. I boss gracious, the people were jammed and pack in there so reglar and so thick till you ^couldn't of stirred cm with a red-hot pokf*. Tliey come by twos and in droves, it^wagons, on liorseback and afoot—which, you understand, the weather was pleasant and the moon was full and bright, awl it seems like every body thought it was a bully time of year for weddins. At any rates—in tin general bum nnd push and stir and excitement—old Par son Hanson lost his ii*rvc and went rattled and got tiiii ; al] mixed and muddled up to a tcrril le extent. And finally at last when' ,'iie tlmtt come to proceed v.ifh the prnei dins blamed if he didn’t pitch in. “sight onsecn,” ns it were, and marry tiie wrong couple. oV.t man Dunk Weatherford was there nnd he riz up in the crowd and tried to stop the parson and switch him around on the right track. Hut the parson he was goin it Mind, in sich n wild swish and mvivet to git the dread off and tin* agony over, till it seems like nothin could stop him till it was everlastingly too late. Then Ibid Xewton and Mis* Mandy Slnglcfon stood forth a* man and wife, with all that Irenienditis big cro>vd for witncssi's, whilst Hans Milligan nnd Miss Tempie Murdock looked like they had been sent for and couldn’t come across. Old Mines Singleton — the mother of Miss Mandy Singleton, ax she had been, but Mises Hud Newton as she now was screamed and fainted on the spot. I Pins and M : ss Tempie turned white and red by fits and starts. Miss Mandy she cried a little around the edges, and when the old parson found out, what a seandlous big mess lie had piade—unheknowanee to himself, as it were |jc broke out in a cold sweat and wound up with a buck ager. "The r.rltlegroom Came tip MlMln.” Now rn them days it also cone to pass—in less t ime than a week afierthc storm at Heed bevel church—that, they had the most gonebyest wed ill' smash- up and seandnlatkm ever h ard toll of or read about, I do reckon. The news had been goin aliout fora long time to the general ' \tent that Tim Hogan and Miss Hal o Skinner would soon jine their right hands and work out the. sum wherein you add two together and it don’t m: e hut one. If people in general H ught as much of men as they do of horses—if they would put up a large reward for the best man at the next ate fair, I would enter Tim Hogan f< first money and land the pile as si ooth and easy as pickln it up in tli big road. Tim stands six feet two inches in li is socks nnd pulls up the beam at 180 pounds, risin weight. Hut, at the same time, he is straight and round and smooth as the butt cut from a hickory tree. His 1 hair is black and curly, Ids eyes arc blue nnd hr'ght and his skin as white as milk. To anybody that don’t know Tim Hogan it is a thousand wonders that he didn’t git. married long ago. Hut to them that know him the w here fore's and t he w hcnooncss t hereof stands out as plain as a painted hors/, rack in three acres of burnt woods. He is the weakest and most senrryest man I have ever saw in regnida to girls and women. He neve? could stand the very shadow of any livin female, human thing. From gerorol appeonm nts and w hat little I have picked up around amongst the neighlxws, it would seem like the weddin mutch which'had been worked up iH'tv.cen Tim Hogan and Miss Habe went on re nice and smooth as Uitter- eake's and molasses up to the very last pinch of time, and then bless the heavens if the niaincst man didn’t come up inissin. The new s was first lining to me on the lipxs of a white man by the name of Hueas—Andy Hucas—and 1 can ti 11 it to you as it was give unto me. “What makes the smashup so ii fernnJ hard and hurtin on me, you unde i sland, r.ufe,’’ says Andy, “I hac] put my own finger right tolerable deep into the weddin pic. I had went in like the blasted idiot, which I am, and worked things up to the stiekin pink as I thought, between Tim and Miss Hahe. “Now us yon know, Ilufe, w hilst I do ! love to see the earth multiply and re plenish, for a common thing l don’t blow in any precious time to speak <if to bring on weddin matches for other people. Hut 1 knowed and everybody knowed that Tim was dead gone, heels over appetite in love with Miss Hake. He never had told her so. he never had told me so and lie never had told any body so. Hit was also pla’n as daylight that Miss Hahe had some tender spring like feclins for Tim. If Miss Mandy Singleton was xvillin over at Itcd bevel the other night, you understand, Ilufe, Miss Hahe was more than willin. So I went to work and got up two or three pioknics and moonlight part ies and let clown the fences between Tim and Miss Hahe, as it were, and then by doin a whole lot of the court in myself 1 got things to swingin right.” OLD FATHER TIME. Bill Arp Says That Ho Is a Good Doctor. He SofteiiH ami Soothes the rnuHloiiM and Afipcrltien of Mfe-The Taut ami I'resent—Mr. Itouss In vited South. Tho Storm ISIowed Over. It would seem like everybody got rat tled and went to pieces that night— everybody exeeptin Hud Newton. The family records will show that Ilticl was born in tin dead of w inter, lip wn* horn rool. The higher the storm rises the cooler you will find Bud Newton. lie lakes things as t-liey come nnd go, and Jest naturally “dot.’t giveadum.” When it come Ilud’Htime togivo in Ids opinions in regards to what had come In pass he lowed he “didn’t give a durn.” lie didn’t go over there that night to cit married and in*, never did ask Mias Mandy to have him, but if the game I ad to stand where it w:is nnd “the* gal was willin,” it didn’t make acontincu- Hul durn bit of difference with him. Tlie parson said lie was mighty sorry flint he made the had break, but the knot was then tied hard and fast and nothin hut death or the chancery court could cut It in two. He couldn’t spile put and start over, but he could proceed with the proecedins, tie another knot nnd make Ihms and Miss Tempie man ■md wife if they was still in the notion. Katurally of coui.se Huns and Miss Tempie was still in the notion, nnd the [.arson then put in and spoke his little Irtlt-and-dried piece to them, which mudo two souls luippy and two hearts £lud. ISut tlic Ilamstrln? liroko. “We didn’t go it; for no stavin big church weddin, with music and flowers and fancy tri:nmn:s,” Andy went. on. “I knowed blame well that Tim couldn’t f land anything like that, and I didn’t want him to pull or. the hits right at 1 tie start. So we fixed it up to haven puiet little family weddin. with nobody there but me and the preacher mid a few >f the kinucry on both sides. And then thinks I to myself if the hamstring bolds nnd the t.r«. 'es don’t break and flic breech in don’t fly up there will be 1 appy t imes and plenty of gixwl pick in over nt Hie Skinner place when that v cddlu day comes. “So after KUpjH i i.vi night i my horse and rid on over to the Sk inner place to shove up the chunks and roe the thing well done. Everything was ready and waitin. Miss Hahe she was diessed out of sight and lookin so fresh md sweet till by gatlins it made my month water to look at her. Presently the preachei* rid up and come in, and • hen everybody war. there but tl.emain- < st man. Tim Ixrgan conic up missin. Wo waited and waited till itwant no use In wait. Miss Babe she. cried, the preacher led in prayer, nnd I got so foam in mad till I went out on the l>aek |s»rcli and belt a private cussin match all alone with myself. “Finally at last I couldn’t stand it no longer. I then got on my horse and rid over across the creek to see w hat in the thunderatloiikS had went with the tnainest man. I felt so creese fallen nnd furious till if I had met Tim Hogan in the road that night I have no doubts but what a second-class funeral would be goin on right now. But when I got to the Hogan place and dismounted and went in Tim he, was piled up in lied shakin and tremblin from head to foot, with his eyes bulged out till dadburned if you couldn’t of took a stick and raked rm off. Skeercd? Man, sir, lie was skeored in nn inch of his life, and sweatin great drojis of cold perspira tion as big as your fist. "At first I put right in to give Tim my private opinions in rale strong United Slates language, hut when I spoke the words “.Miss Babe” and “wed din” he jumjied under the cover, and blamed if it didn’t look like he would shake the house down and dje-with the spasms. To start with I had Boinc hopes that I mought maybe rally him around the old flag oncst more, but H was nil pluperfect vanity, Ilufe. lie jest naturally couldn’t come totin' scratch. "Tinj Hogan never w ill live to git mar ried, and if he does It will kill him. As to Miss Bills*, I reckon the right, man will come al rug some of these days, and I do lio;>e she will be happy lienee- forwards nr.i^ forevermore. Butin the main time, Ilufe, there is one man in tho -ettleiiient that lias forever retired from the weddin business, you under- Mnnd, and Ids full mime is Andy Jack- son Hucas." Kurt s f ’.t Rs. —Highland Trail is the h 0 i in Florida, lilt) feet. land Old Father Time is a horrible-looking creature wit h hisroythe in his hand and nothing on but his Iroties, but he is a good doctor. Hong liefore. he cuts us down he begins to soften and soothe the passions and asperities of life and to prepare our better nature for the only solution of life’s problem, which is love to Ood and to our fellow-men, but. very few old men carry bitterness to the grave. One day I observed an old man for whose, talents the com munity had great respect talking to a friend. His eyes flashed and every linament of his face betokened anger. As he struck the end of his cane to the pavement he said: “I ought to have killed the scoundrel.” Cautiously I approached and inquired: “Had a diffi culty w ith somebody, colonel?” "Oh,” said he, “I w as just telling Brown about a little nlTair that happened alwut—let me sec—yes. Just 45 years ago." But even he me llowed down some years be fore he died. Now, if we lived ns long as Noah or Methusalcb, or even as long as Abraham, we might feed and cherish bitterness for a hundred years, but three roore years and ten is too brief a time to be wasted in passions. Thirty-one years have parsed since the war, and I was ruminating over the difference between now and then. We veterans remember when we were all accused of treason and many of our leaders had to flee the country for feeir of arrest and trial and condemnation and death. When to possess or exhibit a confederate flag provoked imprison ment; when we had to defend the lost, cause or lament its fail me in whispers, and when every man who was worth if.20,000 had his projicrty confiscated un less he petitioned for pardon and paid well for it. The pardon brokers at Washington made millions out of our wealthy citizens. But time has diluted tin* bitterness of those who wen* our most malignant enemies. Hefleetion has tempered the prejudices of our northern brethren, and now we roe (ien. Cordon and Ceil. Hongstreet given glad and w illing wel come as tliey discourse temperately and truthfully of the war, its causes and its results. Now here is the carjiet- bagger who figured in reconstruction times more denounced and despised t.lian at the north. More than all this, u monument has Ix'en built on northern ground in memory of the confederate dead. Brotherly unions of the blue and the gray have been held at various times and places, and thousands of the grand army are moving southward and Iruternizing with our people. There is only one sore that does not heal, and that is the hard fact that while we pay our ow n pensions we have to help to pay theirs, and get nothing hack. The estimate is that it takes half a million annually for Ccorgia to pension her confederate widows and disabled sol diers, and ten times as much to jxiv her part of the union pensions. This S5,000,()(;() goes into their hopper and wc get no toll. But even this will pa«s away. Old Father Time is slow up there, but he is sure. UniK'iisioned sol diers don’t live, as long as those who feed on government pap, and there an* not. near as many of them. We see it stated that there are now less than 100,000 confederate survivors. I told that to a fisleral general in Florida not long ago, and he ruminated over it some time and said: “You rebels fought ro hard ai d <-«!iqid ro vr.’.'.x* 1 '. y-.w broke down your constitutions. Stonewall Jackson’s fool cavalry, 1 know, inue-t have worn their legs otf up to their knees, like Munchausen’s famous hunt ing dog.’ But after so long u time the heroism of the sout h is looming up and t he lost, enusc shines before the world in aelenr- rr and more lustrous light. No sutie man speaks of us n» traitors now, anil we. are permitted with a kindly grace *o honor our dead and build monuments to our heroes. Pal) iotism and courage arc honored everywhere. There are, of rcurse, a few heart less souls in every lornmunity who cure nothing fpr the .-aered memories of the war. and with | ious unction exclaim: "Oh, let the .lend past bury its dead. Hook not back, but forward. We have no time for senti ment.” Such men will never defend their country nor help to save a state. A jx'oplc w ithout sentiment will never have mi}' heroes. Dr. Johnson, the I'reatofit philosoptwr that ever lived, ‘■aid: “That man is little to in* envied whose patriotism would notgnln force upon the plain of Marathon. Kvcu re ligion, which is animated only by faith and hope w ill glide by degrees out of the mind unless it In* invigorated bj calls to worship and the salutary influence of example." Never was anything more truthfully said. The good citizen must keep his patriotism alive by cherishing the. memories of the wars in which they or their fathers wore engaged. Over ?.0()0 years have passed since t he Athen ians defeated the great army of Darius, but Marathon is still memorable in song 'ind story. It is the watchword of patriotism. A generation has passed dnee the battle of tlettyshurg, hut the »alor of the American soldiers of both n in ies, ns displayed in that bloody fight, will shine iu history as long as there are people, to write, or (teople to read. We are glad that Col.(Jarnett has conic south to work for the memories (if the lost rnuro, and to tell us about '.Jettyshurg. Did not our hearts burn i* ithin us as he dr fieri lied the thrilling scenes that absorbed ids vision and magnetized every fiber of Ids beinfc. Who can ever forget the exalted emo- fionstliKt a great battle Inspires? Then, !ct every veteran go to hear this elo- [pient Virginian ted for a time quiver with iinsuppresrod emotions. Bet every young mail, yes, every lad and lassie go to hoar him and have their patriotism quickened and marie stronger. Henry Llnuly won tho applause of New Eng land and the mighty no'rtli when he dared to say in his great speech: “The fouth has nothing for which to apolo gize. The late struggle between the Ftales was war and not rebellion—rev- 3lution, and not conspiracy. Not for ill the glories of New England would I exchange the heritage my father left me in his soldier death.” But who is this Charles Broadway llouss, w ho lias so recently electrified the south with his munificent and patri otic proposition? Col. Garnett has told us. Wc have seen his earnest, genial taco in the papers, but that is not enough. He must c ome south ami min gle with our people. Col. G. W. Scott gave $100,000 to found a college for girls tit Decatur, and Dr. Candler, when de livering his beautiful oration atits dedi cation said: “Where is he? Where is the man who in this selfish .'ige has done this tiling? Has his modesty hidden him from the public gaze? Col. Scott, stand uj) and let the jieople look upon ^ou and see what manner of man you ere.” Just so wc would say to Mr. Itouss: "Come down here and let the south roe ton face to face. Stand up before us and let us roc what manner of man you are.” Thousands of waiting hearts will tcho the sentiment that has prompted SAM JONES’ LETTER. Tho Proichcr Diocus.ico Iho Politi cal situation. Ho Does Not Hl'IIovo tho Kilter Question tho Outy Issue Itcfore the People —Tho Inerettabig Kato of Taxation. Politics arc a sort of a mixtry these days. I have just rotui nod from a tour of the west. Senator Tillman’s pitch fork and all was out there w hile I was in the state of Colorado. 1 followed along his track as he came back through Kansas, Missouri and so on. He certain ly had an ovation in Denver. Pitchforks were at a premium. But as he came east the procession grew beautifully less. 1 am sure that free silver has Col orado by an overwhelming majority. It looks now like Kansas and Missouri ire follow ing close in the wake of Col orado. with Mississippi and Alabama next in line. It does look like an alliance between the west and the south. However in homogeneous and unmixable they may ; be on other lines, they arc together on silver, and a great many of them in both , sections really think that free silver : means free silver. The goldbugs arc ! looking on the procession with some . . | amusement and with some chagrin. Mm to do this thing. At last t he south The democratic party is evidently divid- will have a Mecca to which her pilgrims can go and feel Unit the cause, though iost. is recognized, and its memory lives w ithout a taint of treason.—Bill Arp, in Atlanta Constitution. WOMEN WASH FOR GOLD. North ('iirollna Haines Hear Their Part tn tho .tlliilng Operations. Among the inhabitants of the south ern mountains, among those strange left-over people whose customs have little changed from what they were 200 years ago. women bear a large share of the burdens of existence and they don’t call themselves new women. In the South mountains of North Car olina, lying to the south of the old town of Morgauton, the poorer residents ob tain a small amount of ready money by panning gold in the. ‘‘branches,” a-s the little streams are called. It was told that by far the greater part of tills work was done by women, and I was invited to make a journey through the mountains with one of these women to net as guid<' and preceptor. As we stood the next morning before a log hut the door opened and a woman stod before us. She was introduced by my friend as “Tine” Hank. About 20 years old, rather small, slight, dressed in a coarse gown of nondescript color and material, her eyes were of the most beautiful brown, while her glossy black hair was done into a simple knot at the back of her head. Her feet were bare and as brown as the soil which formed the floor of the cabin. “Tine" had been forewarned of our coming and was ready to start at once with her gild pan under her arm. In n commanding tone she calk'd to n man who sat by t he fireplace, telling him to get a shovel and follow. \Ye took our wav down a crooked trail which ran ed and will most assuredly put two can didates in the field unless there is a revolution in some way between this and An* Chicago convention. That there is depression and dissatisfaction and unrest upon the country anyone with I ryes can readily see, and it is not hard | to persuade most of the dissatisfied ones j that the demonetization of silver has i brought all these woes upon us. \Yhnt- ! ever this may have had to do with the condition of things, or may not have had to do with them, deponent saith not; but the man who ascribes the financial depression and commercial disaster of this country to the demon etization of silver alone has traveled less than i have and lias less sense than I have, nnd I am willing to confess I have about as little as a man can get ilong with. Maybe Ben Tillman is right, that it is not only the demonetiza tion of silver hut Hi" overproduction of fools. It will be just like the democrats to put two candidates liefore the people And get the very hind sights beat off of them. With some democrats acting tho rascal and the balance of them acting the fool they will fetch up somewhere between the devil and the deep blue sci, if they arc not already landed there. A man who is proud of being a demor •rat now would he proud of his daddy, if he was a mule. A rantankerous, consolidated, concentrated prohibition ist like my fool self can look on tho marching procession of the democrats ind republicans with as little concern is to which shall be!: the other as the Did woman was eoncviiicd when her husband and the. l,;rar were lighting. With Bland or Hen Tillman a* the can didate of the free silver party, and Whitney or Campbell of the goldbvtg Jcmoerats, and McKinley as nominee of the republican party, a cross-eyed alongside one of the “branches.” If it had been a pleasure to see the grace and n, ‘gro can shut his eyes and see i he head beauty of this woman In reposej it was * n that race. Hut seriously,a great a marvel to observe her gliding along 1 men think and feel that with the the forest path, with cverv muscle in, plnyN •very motion adjusted to the needs of the moment,’ now stepping deftly from one stone to another, now grasping the small limb of a tree to aid her In a strep part of the path. When we reached a place where heaps of gravel and sand showed that panning had l>een done, “Tine” assured us she carefully chosen a panful of gravel, she crouched down and commenced t he op era! ion of “panning.” I have seen this delicate task performed many times, hut never liefore with such rapidity and dexterity. In an incredibly short time rhe gave the final twist ot the iron pan, and exhibited it to us with the small remaining amount of gravel collected in Its lower edge, while the tin yellow scales, the “colors," were arranged in a sort, of line in the upper part. Then she jumped to the opposite side :>t the branch, digging with her hand* at some loosened pieces of quartz In the opposite bank. She returned, carrying three or four pieces in her hands. One of the fragments she held out triumph antly. saving: “It’ll carry right smart gold," while her bright eyes shone with- pleasure. Placing her trophies on a flat stone, rhe proceeded to heat the quartz to a fine jiowder. Scraping the crushed ma terial into the pan she proceeded to a small pool in the stream and went to work ns deftly ns before. A pretty picture it was and a novel one, this delicate featured, barefooted woman, bending over the edge of the . stream, which rushed nlong among the [fray rocks, taking its path down the •lojM'of themountain under the big pine trees. When the pan was presented for inspection there. Indeed, was “right «mart gold." Instead of a few flakes a yellow streak showed on the black sur face of the pan—“almost a penny weight." as the mountaineers informed us. This heingjilnced in a sharpened quill brought along for the purpose, we left tlie ‘‘branch" and started for other profitable workings. During the day we encountered sev eral women, usually In small parties, engaged either In ‘ g or In liont- Ing up the loose vein of rock after the primitive method which "Tine” had em ployed. They told us they averaged about $J a day when they worked hard, and there was. of course, always the Mmnoe of striking a ‘‘pocket,” which might give them $20 or IHO in n lump. 1 hey were able to turn their winnings it once into cash by selling the gold to the local storekeepers. —N. Y. Herald. —Hainartiue's bcftt^ioctfy was wrlt- len when he was rJ> moYc than 20 years it age. be given for that,” and every little, long haired, short-legged, hollow-eyed jack ass that runs for the legislature la promising the dear people, that if ho ran only get into office money will grow on trees, the rivers shall flow with honey and the mountains shall turn into pones of bread already buttered. And by and by the “dear people" will be looking to tho government, both national and State, to take, them out of bed in the, morning and dress them, furnish their clothes and give them the world and fence it in, nnd paint the fence and put brass knobs on the gate posts. I can didly believe that whenever and wher e’er you let up on a man’s responsi bility to feed and clothe Ills children and provide for his household needs, and his obligation to do so Ik*, neglected, you damage the citizen and hurt the govern ment under which i:c professes to live. Some men already believe that it is the government’s business to take charge of their children, feed and clothe and edu cate them and furnish them books. Every man to his taste, said tho old woman, as she kised the cow; but first- class citizenship does not lay along the line of something for nothing, and comc- easy-go-easy unless a man can say ns Hat did, when climbing the ladder with a hod of mortar on his shoulder, with the blood almost spurting from his face as he strained his muscles climbing tho ladder, telling Mike at his side how he. lost all the money he invested in the lot tery, and Mike protested, saying: “I am not fool enough to throw- away my money like that.” “Ah,” said Pat, “with me it is “come easy, go easy!’’ The time has come when we need thought east in a bettor mold and logic with hot** tc r foundations and purposes higher horn to guide us from the wilderness with its snakes and growlers across over into the land that flows with the milk and honey of prosperity. Sam P. Jonks. WOMEN AND MEN IN ENGLAND. free coinage of*xil\er at a rat’o of six teen to one, we can bring back pros- aerity to our country again. If the proposition is true, then who would not lie for the free and unlimited coin age of silver? Who is it that dues not covet prosperity for his country? If the gold standard w ill bring back pros perity to our country, who would not could obtain a "color.” Taking the I « Pr°ld But will either the shovel from the monntaitmer, she drove or the other, or both, bring pros it Into the bod of the shallow rtrenm. perity? Is the sordid, solid stulY called pushing it down by placing her naked*! gold and silver the only bus's upon foot on tin* edge of the blade. Having ; which prosperity can onno? I tun ready to say. w ith my knowledge of the facts nnd situation, that neither one sor the )thor will o\er bring prosperity to this country. We must have some other things along w ith them, more industry, economy and more careful view of tin* situation, and less fools and jackasses braying around the country. 1 don’t believe that any people under the sun *an be prosperous nnd be taxed to loath. In some of our municipalities the tax rate for city, state nnd county Dombined U six per cent., scarcely less than 3*/a per cent, anywhere, with an increase from year to year. In Pueblo, “ok, I am told, it Is six per cent., in At lanta, Ga., ‘.i’/g percent., in Cartersville, jo., two per cent. Thus it ranges. I repent it: No people under the shining *r.Ti can stand such taxation! No won- ler the rich are hiding out their mil lions from the ta\gatherers. Nowon- Jor in so many instances perjury is manifest in tax returns, and the worse feature of the whole business is that :he taxes are growing. The present .'ongress, with its appropriations, has ixceeded a half billion dollars, in the midst of the most strenuous times we have ever seen. Every legislature in •very state Is piling up appropriations, thereby depleting the treasury nnd Adding additional percentage to taxes. We are [tensioning this and giving something to that until the difference between having something and Inning nothing is in favor of the latter. Free schools, free hooks; and I Kiip|>ose some statesmen, so-called, will soon im mortalize himself by establishing free boarding houses, free clothing stores, ind u free hardware store to furnish the Tillman procession with pitch forks. And as to the principle of the thing, it is my honest conviction that it is no more John Smith’s business to pay the tuition of my children than it Is for him to clothe my children, feed my children, lick my children, and when they arc grown, furnish them with pitchforks to march in t tie Tillman line. If I were o politician 1 would not say these things. ‘I do not say them ns upol- itieian, hut ns a gentleman. Every lit tle candidate that pops up these latter days is making rare premis s to the dear people'. “If I get toeongress t will see that you, my eonstitueutM, ore fu ll red ;n this, or uu appropriation shall Their notations to Eaoli Other In tho Kotrcr and Middle (’Ihsko*. “One day in Charing Cross station. London,” saj's a woman recently re turned from a considerable stay m tho English metropolis, “I noticed four young men walking up and down, tho [flatform, smoking and tw irling their ranes. Presently from a third-class ear- i iage of an incoming train stopped four good-looking girls, weighed down with shawls, lunch baskets, and valises. By tlie men, who had evidently been wait ings for them, they were cordially greet ed, but. not relieved of their luggage. Sis far as my eyes could follow their prog ress, I saw the girls still dragging their be.longnigx, and the men twirling thefr vanes, '‘The* incident strikingly iNustrarew the attitude taken toward women by Englishmen of the people and the lower middle class. English women of no class have as nearly freed themselves fioni the help cl the nu n as the Amert- (ans; the* lower classes have not l>egiin emancipat ion. The now gospel has not yet keen preached unto them. “The attitude of an English girl toward her ‘young man’ is of an Inferior tow ard :; superior. When w alking with him Sunday afternoon she is humbly receptive. She permits herself no as sertion or preferences. If the young man in ids mightiness chooses to make a remark, she smiles. If he questions, die shakes her head or sighs a mono syllable. If he wishes to sit down, she sits down. If he desires ti, kiss her, she •cts herself be kissed. She accepts every thing as from a god. That the eyes of the deity may not be offended, she Is gowned in her best. Half her head Is covered with woolly curls, protected from the breezes and the fog by the net of consecrated fashion. Her flaring hat* covered with cheap flowers, is airily pinned on the neck ward slope of her head. With no coquetry other than .thin pluming of her person does she at tempt to please her future lord. Inevitably the man scorns the wom an’s intellectual life. An English set- tlement worker said to me, when 1 re monstrated at his havinga Sunday after noon meeting for men only: “If I : aid bring your wives and daughters, the men would not come. It would lx* Im possible for me to convince them tha^ the mere presence of the women oeoil not make our meeting only fit for Labes.’ N. Y. Times. Stmtojjy. Mrs. Broker—My dear, do yon suppose- it is possible fora man. almost any uian K to sit alongside of a beautiful creature- all day long, watching her beautiful lingers toying w ith a type-writing ma chine, without falling in love with her? Mr. Broker (suddenly becoming ab sorbed in a newspaper)—Oh, he might if she was pretty; but 1 never saw a pretty type-writer girl yet. “What! I f.aw a tyi>c-writer girl nt your office who could—“ "That red-haired thing?’’ “Bed-haired! She has the loveliest, sunniest tresses 1 ever gazed on.” “Don’t know who you can mean. My type-w riter girl has ugly ml hair, not beautiful black locks like yours, my dear; and her eyes, instead of being such a charming, soulful, black-browu. like yours, are a watery gray.” •‘They are divinely bine.’’ "And her mouth doesn’t look as if it were made for anything hut pie." “I—I thought she had the mouthofa cherub." “And I do hate pug-noM's." Queer. 1—had an idea that It was Gie» clan.” “Besides, I can’t bear these thin. l>ony, rail-fence women.” (Kestuties reading.) Mrs. Broker (aside)—Hhe lias tlie furo of a Madonna and tin* form of a sylph; but, bless his fond, foolish heart. h« hasn’t eyes for anyone hut me.—If. Y. Weekly. Hlnrere. Fhe -Am I the first girl you ever pro- posril to, darling? He f sincerely) -No; but you are the I only girl who ever accepted me.—Tit- Bits. —Warren is located on the Iiigln laud in Illinois, 1,005 feet.