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_ -4# : i. THE LEDGEK: GAFFNEiT, S. C., MAKCH 18, 189?. <4nE WORLD DO MOVE.” Whilo Violots and Honeysuckles Bloom on Caney Branch. Flf»t Love Scrape at the Old School- honae—“Them Strange and Ten der Spring Fecllngn” — Time the Good Fhyatelan. One day last week me and mother we went down in the woods paster lookin for red sassafrass root to make some spring 1 tea for the little folks. With the sun shlnin warm and pleasant, and the birds singin, and the bees hununiiv— bless the heavens if the general circum ference of the sur- roundins didn’t moke me think way back to my young and gallin days.I could shet my eyes and see the old log schoolhouse, where we went to school together—where us boys and girls would often go a-rovin after sweet shrubs, yellow jessamines and sich like. Consequentially me and mother we got young onset more, played like we was sweethearts, and pitched in and pulled a whole passlc of the freshest and most sweetest (lowers in the woods. When the HoneyNacklca llloom. But, by gracious, the fresh violets that put up along in tho spring of tho year most in generally always bring back to me some scuudlous sad and stormj’ recollections of the dim and dusty past. They put me in mind of the first sweetheart I ever had in this green and wicked world here below, and no matter till yet if I try my levfel blamdest I can’t shut out the picture of that little bunch of calico and rib bons which first made a pluperfect idiot out of me. At that time 1 was nothin more than a cotton-headed, hatchet-faceted year- lin boy, ns fresh and green as my na tive woods and hills, and as shy as the flowers that bloom in the spring. Us boys and girls all went to the sehool ^together over at the old cross roads Sell of y house. What wo learnt in re- ibftdh rdsV< gardsVq^jooks was raley nothin much to speak but the times wo saw and the fun we bvul v/as a gracious plenty. It was right along there alxmt that time when I fell heels over appetite in love with Miss .Jessie Kate Simpkins —which she w as then, the biggest girl in school, and to my vhind the prittiest nirul most loveliest thi/ng that ever wotq flowers in her hair,' or left her foot prints on the brood bosom of God's green earth. Now, white people, tho way I did love that girl was a caution and a sin I do reckon. Sho was way yon- 1 fier older than me, and it stands to rea son now that I didn’t cross her mind tnoro than three times a day, but I loved her jest the same and jest as hard. I didn’t have the face to sidlo up clost to her and tell her so. But I would hang around and look on and say nothin and love her, by gatlins, till sometimes it did seem to me like my heart would break and split wide open. He DrojiM Into rortrjo Finally at last it seems to mo like I couldn’t stand It no longer. One morn- in I got up (kxm and lit out for the schoolhouse ahead of the main crowd. On the way I stopped over there on Cuney Branch aaid pulled n large and lovely bunch of flowers—sweet violets, and yellow jessamines, and lioney* suckles, and the like of that. Then I took my seat w ith i»en In hand and writ some poetry—w hich I then tied the paper to the flowers and laid them in Miss Bessie Kate’s desk, so sho would find them there when she come to school. Lookin hack to-day, I can’t make no brags about that poetry, but anyhow I set down two or three verses as follows: *' Rosea red, violots blue, * • Sugar Ls swoot and 1 So arc you." , «{ ” If you lovo me like .. I 1 love you, i; No knife can cut / . , Our love In two.” ;!* “ Through many a sigh .' ** And many a tear, Say won’t you be • * I • My honey dear?" Well, I didn’t even have sand enough to sign my full and proper name to tho sweet stuff I had writ. But when Miss Bessie Kate come and found all them flowers and things in heir desk, nobody didn’t have to run and tell her who had left tho signs. If sho didn’t know th© linndwrltin I reckon ohe lowed I was about the onlyest!**} 1 in school that was blame fool enough to do the like. Sho didn’t do a blessed thing but put a few of the violets in herhnir and throw the test, poetry and all, into tho big fire place. Man sir, it miulo my weary, ttchin heart heat high'and fast to see her wearin of them violets—which I had got over there on Caney Branch—in her curly brown hair, juhI they matched with her eyes to anat’s bristle,.too. But then at recess a termendius sad and fiuddent change coma over the general spirit of my dreams, when Miss Bessie Kate come to me foamin' furious rnrwl ) and told mo that she wouldn’t take any fcueh foolishness from my sort, and lowed if I ever dared to do so any more she would jest naturally slap tho bad taste out of my mouth. What was worse and still mare of it* she was good and sweet enough to tell tne to my face, in cold, sober earnest. o>nd in plain United Stntes language, that I w:is undoubtedly tho most ugliest livin mortal she had ever laid eyes upon since the day and hour when she waa. bom. But nevertheless, notwithstandin, and in spite of all that, 1 loved the girl" —dndblame It, I loved her mora con stant and fervent than tutown hog loves* (daps. Naturally, of com-se, I had to love her from long taw—on the dead quiet, as it wore—and lay low and say nothin about it. But nothin she could eay or do would keep down them strange and tender spring feel ins in my young and foolish breast. And some times it did seem to me like if I couldn’t win Miss Bessie Kate over on my side so we could take and git married as'soon os we got old and big enough, I would lay me down and die a natural death. Raley I couldn’t see how it was possible foa- me to live my time out unless she would put her little hand in mine and give me her promise that she would walk side by side with me—through good and bad reports, for better or for worse—till the last Inal shower come, and one or tho oth< r of us had to put up or shut up and go jU across. Time, the Goof Phyalclan. “Oncst a boy and then a man,” accord- in to Aunt Nancy Newton and t he Scrip tures. Life is full of trials and troubles and tribulations, but time is a powerful good doctor. So the years come and went, and the world wagged on her way. The boys and girls and the people in general changed, as all things change here. By- and-by in the run of time I got to foelin my oats considerable, packed up a few duds and lit out and went west to git rich and grow up with the country. At first it was like sheddin eye teeth and payiu taxas, but gradually by degrees I eomo to the conclusion that I mought maybe somehow manage to live a few years longer without Miss Bessie Kate for my side partner and my honey dear. Then a few more yefcrs stacked up in the dead and dreamy past—a few more springtimes when the violets and yel low jessamines and honeysuckles ; bloomed—them strange and tender npring feclins worooff, andby that time I did n’t give acontinentioldurn whether I ever got Miss Bessie Kate for my ownlyest ow» or not. Now in the main time I had been bruisin around promiscus, and the world was growin bigger and bigger in my eyes every day. I had seen so many sights, and mixed up and mingled with so many various andsundry people, and had so much fun one way and another, till the old log schoolhouse at the Gross Ronds and the girl with curly brown hair ami blue eyes didn’t pester my mind more than oncst a year—which of course that wasalong in the spring, when the violets and yellow jessamines and honeysuckles wens in full bloom over there on Caney Branch. The World, Hit Do More. Seven long years had slipped by al most unbeknowance to me, when oncst upon a time I was took down with a mighty bad homesick spell, and I didn’t have a blessed thing to do but light out and return back homo to the old settle ment By tills time you must recollect that thccotton-heoded, hatchet-faceted, yearlin boy hod come up to be a right likely lookin young man, with a few side whisker* on his face, store-bought clothes on his hack, and three or four sweethearts on his mind. To me the old fuantliar scenes around the settlement looked plum natural ex- ceptin only that every filing did look ]>ow**rful little and swunk up In roy sight. Miss Nun Biggers—the same little dried up old maid—was tetuihin school in. the some old log schoolhouse over at the Gross Roods. On©night tho school give a big exhibition as usual for the grand windup, and for the sake of old time** I put on my Sunday duds and went to see tho show. Yes, bless your soul, Miss Bessie Kate Simpkins slue was there, primped clean out of sight and dressed in an inch of her life. At the same time the violets and yellow jessamines and honeysuckles wore bloomin wild and plentiful over there on Caney Branch, whilst the na tive air was sweet with the J ntith of spring. But yet still somehow Miem strange and tendeJfepring fealins v hich I rise to have wouldn’t eon»e back only as a silly tulotihat was tedd. Mi&s Bessie Kate wore a little bunch of violets in her hair that night, but thno had took out all the curls, and the blue in her eyes didn't match ^vith th© blue in the violots any more. Th© schoolgirl was gone, and in her place there stood a grown-up woman—jest a plain, female, human woman—and the longer I looked at hur that night the more I felt like it didn’t make a oontinentiul dum bit of difference if we never did hang our logs on the same peg together. And to-day, os I think and write of the days thaUhave come and wentsinee I got Into my first love scrape over at the cross .roads schoolhouse, Miss Bes sie Kate Sinqvl'ii hoMr. her place amongst *the old maids of the settle ment. I fcreckon, no doubts, sho is good and sweot. She knits socks and makes quilts for*the poor and needy and visits around amongst th© sick and the suffer- l?> TNi♦ r-Wo V* r« r> V rws9 V r»v« f o nf V A her hair istturrin gray. Ido raley and truly hope sh is as happy as hai>py could be, but sho don’t look it to me. Weil, in the due fullness of time, I struck up acquaintance with the prit- ti«st and the best and the sweetest little woman iu thoworld. and for many years wc have heenmixinclothes for better or for worse. In my own plain, humble way, I runAlho farm and write for the newspapers, lovo my country and serve my day uncLgeiuiratkm. She keejM the house aud teudfrto the children and the flowers and the chickens and tho gar den. Maybe .we ain’t ns young and handsome a**wo use to lie, but yet we can sing old songs together—wo cun be sweetheart* forever—whilst the violets and'yellow jossaminesand honeysuckles bloom onset a year every spring over there on Taney branch. But In tho maintime, you roust rec ollect the sun stands still and the world hit do move. RUFUS BANDERS. Dtcvele lUdlutf ia Japan. The city of Kobe, Japan, has laeued a set of regulation* governing the use of bicycles in its streets. They are much the same os those adopted in this country, except that riding for pleasure U prohibited after dark. —There are from four to six grains of aqueous humor in the eye. A PRETTY CONSTABLE. Latest Spot in Which tho Now Woman Haa Broken Out. Allegheny, I’n., Han a Girl Peace Offi cer Who Does Her Work Jnst as a Mun Does His—The Pet of the Force. The new woman has broken out in a new spot. This time it is tho constab ulary of the city of Allegheny, Pa., which she has invaded. Miss Florence Klotz can scarcely bo called even a woman constable, though, for sho is only 18 years old. Butshe’s©constable all right. Sho serves warrants, sum monses and subpoenas with all tho au thority and determination of ft male minion of tho law. Miss Klotz* father is an alderman, whose regular constable was an old man who hud an inconven ient way of being sick or invisible when he was wanted for duty. On one <?f these occasions about two months ago the despairing alderman pressed his daughter into service. That settled the matter. The girl constable proved to be the pluckiest, quickest, most re liable one in town. Her very first mission was to serve a subpornn on a fermer living four miles out of town. Miss Florence put on her bloomers, mounted her wheel ami wont after her man. When she came back, tired, mud dy, but triumphant, she found a crowd in front of her father’s office to wel come her. “I served them, papal” she exclaimed, anti then, womanlike, sho cried, even though she was a constable. She says she would rather deal ! with 100 men than with ten wom- , cn. The women think it is a joke, but tho men think that the law i must be obeyed, ©von if it is embodied ; in an 18-year-old girl. Before she went into the constabulary she wheeled through Allegheny county getting trade for her father’s candy factory. Next i summer she and her sister will ride a tandem—geared to 08—on the same i errand. Sho is described by the .St. Louis Globe-Democrat as slight end handsome, with raven black hair and snapping block eyes. In one case M’iss Klotz acted os coun selor as well ns constable. A butcher 0 a i i ioo^ 001 30! i TOOK THE BOY BV THE COLLAR. had kicked In tiio door .when he found the hallway locked up by tho baker who with ihfe family oocujfitxl the rest of the house. The looking woo by order of tho landlord, who demanded that it bo done at ten p. m. The butcher was sued for malicious mbehief. Miss Klotz brought her man to court, also served a score of subpamos for witnesses and finally had tho cone dismissed on her recommendation that each of the j>ur- ties be furnished with keys. Tho costs were divided, and tho young lawyer- constable smiled with delight as she counted over her share. Tho only unruly ease she fan© run across was a youngster of 14 who re fused to go with her. She took the di lemma by tho horns and the boy by th© collar, tripped him up, and, with a handy copy of “Pilgrim's Progress,” ad ministered n series of businesslike blows where they would do tho most good and led him weeping into court. A little jeweled revolver is her only weapon. It was presented to her by a big constable who was filled with ad miration of her pluck. She says that she doesn’t know what she would do if bIic i an across an ugly customer, but she declares, with a snap of her black eyes, that she would get him. She is the pet of the municipal force, and If she ever sent word for help tho entire retinue of clerks, heaik of departments and underlings would turn out to the rescue of Constable Florence. Threw Dies for Office, Money is not tho only commodity whose iiossesslon has been determined by shaking dice. Albert Stuuke and Peter Peisheim, of Fulton, W. Vo., re cently had tho enine number of votes as candidates 4or Borough councilman. Ptauke, being a saloonkeeper, naturally had a set of dice convenient to hand and proposed to Felshckm tim* they shako for the honor and emoluments of the oouncilmansbip. The bones rattled. “Three sixes,” mid fttnoke. Fclshelm threw three aces anti the honorable council, which hud assembled to seeihe thing settled, accepted the result on tenable in law and binding in politkn. HcIIch Made t© Order. It .transpires that collectors of several cities of southern Wisconsin and north ern Illinois, who for two years or more hove been purchasing numerous rare, odd-Hhoj>od storm specimens, supposed ly Aztec or Indian reJics, uaying faiwy price a, of a young man of Scandinavian descent residing j>t Busseyville, WU., hav© been victimized. Tho Invostig^ tion of a detective reveals the fact that in his atone Implement workshop be and his ensixtont munufootured all tho choice relics represented ns being found among Azteounuunds. Pcntnlo Druiiuorm In ftwaland, There arc 34 lady oomnmrclal traved. rrs In Kngland, one of the mast success f:il ofwfi-'-'j " or Tt.x for corrugated Iron. v HUSBAND PLAYS HORSE. ARP AS A PROPHET. Novel Trip of n Poor Family from Ohio to Tenncflsce. People passing along Jefferson street, Louisville, Ky., stopped and gazed at a spectacle that haa not been seen in those j>arte for some time. A small, stout man, harnessed to a cart like a lowly beast of burden, passed down the street. He was oblivious to the attention ho was attracting and kept his eyes directed to the ground, that he might avoid rough jJaces. In tho cart sat a woman. She was also unco noclous of the attention of the passers, but it was tho unconscious ness of self possession. At times sho would look at her husband, for such ho was, and then at tho crowd, with an air that said: “That’s the way to have ’em trained!” Scattered about the cart and perched in all available places were six small V 3“ *■ % en. 1 1 OWL SAVES A TRAIN. Ilo na II road Eniflnocr Expoiicm i wbfcakcrcd SuperHtitton. Owls are by common <'on©ent ad judged to be binds of ill-omen, but En gineer “Nod** Barnett, of the Santa Fe, says he happens to know that they arc anything but that, and tells the follow ing story to prove his aHHcrtlon: About eight months ago, one morn ing us the east-bound overland wan pulling through the mountains west of here, Burnett’s engine doing tho work, a big hurn-beaked owl dashed against the front window of the cab with such #y fill, 111 ■h DASHED AGAINST THE CAB. force ys tp break the window, the bird U trapping detid at th<< engineer's feet. Though Barnett is not* gener ally B|M‘nking, n superatlUous man, this seemed so singular on occurrence that be stopped tho train and sent a brake- man iihcsul to see If the way was elour. Btrange to relate, the brakenian soon returned, re[x>rtlng a landslide neroun the track In the mountain pass about 100 yards ahead. Hands were sent at once to clear the truck, and in removing the debris they found another owl, no doubt mate to the first, caught ih the crotch of ah uprooted tree, crushed to death hr the folk Burnett h:td l>oth owls stuffed, and the two now wlorn his cabin, always In suring him good lock^hc says. WouMfcft In Fir© IR'inirfment. A pc icon named long, who Ivad been for CD ycors © member of the firuglcpartr mrnt of Troyes, was discovered after death to be a woman. Many Appliances of To-Day Pre dicted Fifty Years Ago. Writes of Old Schoolmates — Con cludes Florida Is Good for Ilnd Kcrnodlc, But Poor for MaJ. Warren. HUBBY IN THE SHAFTS. children. They romped and enjoyed themselves in the eonnistent style of happy childhood. Tho family’s houee- liold effects were also hung in and on to the cart. This was the Hawes family from Ohio. Harmon Hawes, the head of the family, was the man in the shafts; Mrs. Hawes, the bettor half, was tin 1 woman who rode, and the six children were six little Hawses. They aoutinuod down Jefferson street to tho city hall. Then Iluwcs drew around to tire central sta tion and proceeded to unharness him self. Having done so, he stretched him self several times, while some of the crowd that had collected listened close ly to liear him bray. One fresh i»orty handed him a handful of Lay. After he hud druwna few bmitlis Iluwcs told his story to Stotionkecpcr Braiscr. Ho said tlrat two months i^t) his home in Ohio was destroyed by fire. He had no place to stay and no way to get a fresh start, fto he decided to uniko his way to Nashville to bo there for the exposition and the revival it is expected to bring. Having i»o money for trans portation and no liorsc, he determined to act u« horse himself. He has drawn this finally of seven every bit of the way from Hurley coun ty, traveling at the rote of fruir mileea day. Rome one narked him how he made u living for them. In answer Iluwcs took off his hot jxis**d it around. Ho collected Ofl cents. The family laid Ixieo sleeping at rdghl w herever Uioy oo»l<l. ftouirtifiu*) they Iravc uecnc»mi**lled to t Jn«*p''in the cart. When the v v rouch Xa.sh\11k> they cxjKM't to get an eng.'igjrmetit with a side show. After u good rest If a woo took his po sition in tiie harness again atHl pro- wciled on his way south via the Seventh street road. Wc old people aro thankful that we began life early in the century and have lived to close it. No suoh period of progress has transpired since the world was made. Progress in. art and science, the diffusion of knowledge and the spread of Christianity; progress In in vention and contrivance for better liv ing and the comforts and pleasures of life; progress in mental and moral in telligence. There is no equal compari son between the last sixty years and any that preceded them. Progress has made a great leap forward and seems to have come to a halt. We cannot imagine that tlxe world needs anything more in the way of invention, but it will in a few years, and then it will come. A kind Providence never falls us. One by one the doors are unlocked—the mysteries of nature, are revealed. Just 50 years ago I was chosen a junior orator from the Phi Kappa so ciety In Franklin college. It was esteemed a great luonor then to be one of the four, and I am proud even now to tell my children and grandchildren about it. There were 44 of us in my class and I was one of the four. The honor was not for my oratory, but more for my scholarship and popular ly among my society members. I did not expect it, I did not deserve it, and 1 was grieved thatsome of my low-eoun- try classmates whom I loved wore left out and I was chosen. In that day the Savannah boys were not popular in college. They were looked upon as swells and aristocrats, and from then until now nothing in the way of honors or offices has been giver to Savannah. I have lamented for this all these years. There are no nobler jieoplc in all the state than Savannah people. I admire them and resjiect them, and whenever me of them offers for office 1 am for him on general principles. The good principles, the integrity of the old Huguenots and Carolinians who set tled in that region had descended to their posterity and they arc still the best people wo have in the state. The cradle of liberty was there, and if ever wc have to fall back on men to perjKdu- atc our revolutionary principles, I had rather depend upon the old-time peo ple of Savannah than any others. I was in college with John Sareven and Charley Hardee and Henry Law and Monroe Mclver and many from Savan nah, and they were the Ixest Ixjvs wc laid. But I started to tell that the subject of my junior orator’©.speech w;is “A Hundred Years Henco.” It was a pro phetic speech, and, of I got my father to help me to write it. All the boys do that. It wos-u good-speech, and made <m impression, but I have often thought of Jiow little we tlien knew of what wuw to happen in the next 50 yea»rs. No telegraph, no telephone or phonographs, no air-brakes on rail roads, no antiseptic remedies in sur gery, no X rays, no electric lights, r.n oil stoves, no refrigerator ears, no fruit or vegetable* from Florida or Call for- nia, no ice factories, no elevators, no lA- cyclea, no manufucturedfertilizcrs. My proplretie speech was not prophetic, though it did tell that in less than 50 years people would travel in the air on flying machines. Just 50 years ago I traveled to college at Athenson a mule train from Union Point and thought 1 was doing pretty well, for we were perched on the top of a-eabooLeaml had ample time to peruse the country on both sides os wo jogged along. It was only 40 miles, but it took all day to make it. I remember that I had on boots— home-made boot*—aud.1 wom.straps to keep my pants down. That wus the fashion then—leather straps tSiat w ere buttoned on the inside of the pouts. They kept the leg of tin*pants down so straight that the knee pevn niudt*© de pression und looked like a goo«e had laid an egg in them. WliuUa momentous event it was for a b^y totentor ooilege. At that time it took ihroo year© to go around the world, but thia waa-ubigger thing than the world—bUgger-to me— bigger to my <tear mother; w hoihad long cherished tho Idea that ’l woo to ire either a prcacher or a president. But now I am almost* ulone end have'been neither. Almost*.* verybody I’then knew is dead. Briscoe., ami'Gody and Ferrell :;ml Thornton, nud Montgomery and t o nry Lav.* anti GrattL anal tun Ling boys aind not long ago Willoughby Lumpkin die<V--the boy whom I espe cially loud, for htvwasialways lovable and true. Ghoss Howawl ami J5m Wnr- icn are. still in the lambof the living where ]x\icc may Ik soifglit aud par don ft>und. Chess is alway s genial'nod kiml, and X'hud hopt*.s»of •.Jim Wuxron, for Ik^Is oaf solid as a rouksind has been a gow» norsecretory for itliout 20 years. With pride I havispoiirted toJiim as one among the fewfrwho have j»ros- jiered and maintained! their integrity. But of late a changeAscems to hux e eomeover him. He hrtabcen to Florida on a vacation andliawfifiten fromgjrm e. Bat few mooi can gotodTorlda and tell tho truth afterwanls. I see by tlio'pa- j»ers tliut Jim—4jhe s’JeacPy, unexeitdblc Jim—-Ir.is gone off nffter Florida gods aud writes back that rhe eonightastring of lihwpsshead und zi -conger eel in a fog-Just threw out>n* lino* in n Tampa Liy mist and caught^ a wthede string, thinking that.be wsi« fishing iu water, but found out w-hemtlis* mi*t lifted that he was half a mile from the *111101 and h;ul been ftahlug hiithezfog. It beats Bud Kemodle, vdho 1 , twzore that the fish were so anger *tihat*he bad to get behind a tree to IniiOTiinTiook. I expect ed th<* like cf fhat/franvKernodle but from Jim WarrenJmcvT?r. ( I hove been referring my grrxndisons*'to him n» an cvampleof tmtjyandin tegrity. JJm and I are about/the eai ne age, and I wanteJ us to go along down fcrether nad hav© the same t*ijituph,^ffi^ there ia Ho reliance on a man whoq^Ks fish ing in Florida. The devil, who is the father of Hare, must have lived there or thereabouts. Speaking of the old times, I was rumi nating about the ad ventages that wo veterans have over the present rising generation, who never knew fbe want of modern inventions. These young people who were born in an age of elec tricity and newspapers and boofcj with out number and store dothes and bicy cles. Contrast sweetens everything. A man who was reared poor can all the l**tter enjoy (riches. A prisoner appre ciates liberty. A eiek man enjoys good health whm it comes to him. We read of a man who ofter years of confine ment in a gloomy dungeon was so over joyed at being suddenly released that he devoted ull his earnings to buying the birds in every cage that he saw and giving them their liberty. “I was a prisoner myself,” he said, “and know how it feels.” But habits arc like chains, and we old men still stick to the ways of our fa thers. Yesterday I bought a home made basket from an old darky, and I had respect for him just because he continues to make baskets. He said that nary one of Ids children or grand children knew how 1 and didn’t want to know, but that he could yearn a quarter of a dollar every night and not miss the time. And now the spring is upon ns again, and the robins are on dross parade ir, our grove. The peach trees are budding. The plum trees are in bloom, and all nature is putting on her vernal robes. Everything that ks artificial changes and decays, but Dame Nature is the same in her rotations. Spring follows v.hitqr now just as it did thousands of yea rs ago, when the poet said: “The winter is over and gone. Tho time for the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtle dove is heard in the land.” May it bring peace and comfort to all who are In distress.—Bill Arp, in Atlanta Constitution. FAIR PLAY. wnen two .Missouri men pomeu ai ami «nw the “Boston** matV and breakfast. They stopped wifflin a or two. “Look at tluit,” said jso hip Hi- Didn't Like Dt-anH, lint He Ate a Lot of Them All the Same. Mark Twain lived some 40 years ago In the limits of a very wild, half-crazy frontier mining camp. This was di vided into two parties, the so-called “Boston crowd,” which contained the better elements,, though few Boston men, and the “Missouri crowd,” which was a pretty bad lot, though not com posed exclusively of natives of Mis souri. Fights to the death were of daily and nightly occurrence, gambling outfit© wen* in constant demand, quar reling, bullying drunkard© were om- niproHont, and few used wader except to wash now and then in thelittlc moun tain stream flowing through the dig gings. Despite it all there was a strict mmp etiquette, which was saongnized and considered law by all, and it was of this etiquette tliat Mark TwaJh told me un example, says a writer. A “Boston nMin” was ent break fast early one morning at a Able near the open door of the half jpur, half restaurant of the place. IlV was Just finishing Ills plate of pork jg;d beans when two “Missouri men” jMiMed along bis foot or two. “Look at that,” said Vbe bigger of the “Missouri” men contemptuous ly. “Do you see win it this blank blank et}’ blank ‘Boston* thing is rating? Why, down in Missouri wiieoe I come Irom we feed them things to our horses. Only the brutes eat that gwib down there.” Presently the bully stopped-Inside and sat down opposite the “Boston” man at the same table. When the plate of beans haul been eoten the “Boston” man ealled out to the bartender: “Pete, give me another plateful. Pile it up. I like ’em.” When this hcapod- up plate came back, tho “Boston” man, qidok as a flash, had pulled out his re volver, had the “Missouri” man covered with it, and then, pushing th© full plate ful of Ixeans acrot*; the talxio, told tho “Missouri" man to “eat it ond like it," or he’d shoot him. like the. dog that he was. The bully had his choice between lx*ans and (loathand he knew it. When he had eaten every bean, ho was made to say that he liked beans, and then, and not till then, did the “Boston” man put up Ids pistol, pay for both orders of beans und leave the saloon. “Now,” said Mark, "the reason the ‘Missouri’ man didn’t whip out his gun end shoot, a© soon as the bean-eater’s buck was turned was because of eamp Giquette. Each man had his fun with the other and they were even. If the ‘Boston’ man hod been shot, the 'Mis- pouri’ man, as quick jus new© could fly, would have had his lody tilled with lead from the revolver of every man in t he camp, regar(ll»*ss of party. You see, we were quite sticklers for fair play in those days.”—N. Y. Journal. The FrlMoncr’d lint. At a certain court of justice an awk ward .hinder was made by the prisoner in the dock. He ■u\is being tric'd for muVder, and the evidence was almost wholly circumstantial, u chief portion of it being a hat of tho ordinary “billy cock” pattern that had lx*en found close to the scene of the crime, and which, moreover, was ©worn to as the prisoner’s. Counsel for Che defense expatiated upon Che. commonness of huts of the kind. “You, gentlemen," he said, "no doubt each of you has Just such n hat as this. Beware, Chen, how you condemn a fellow orcature on such a piece of evidence,” and so forth. In the end the man was acquitted. But just an ho was leaving the dock he | turned in a respectful manner to the Judge ami said: “If you please, my lord, may I have roy ’at?"—Comic Cut*. Fully Accounted For. Ella.—My husband says he thinks of me morning, noon and night. fltella—You must, bo dolnj? your own rooking.—N. Y. Trilmm*.