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r THE LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C., AUGUST 12, 1897. .T i “FRESH FROM 1 GEORGY." Tho of Rorliy Crook and tho Boys. Where I.ou WalNon Coiue .\ero«» the llortier I.ine—A l.lttlo l-'an lit Thu ’!• Sta tion. * Hit was 15 years ago by llie alma nac when Lou Watson turned up at our house all of a sutl- der side of Butler’s mill, you will notice the most loveliest country set tlement that you would jxiss if you rid on for three days. Kight there is where Lou Watson and his folks now- live. ANTRIM’S CLOSE CALL yy dent like about “lirst dusk sharp.’* as Ulev Scroggins j wei e w unt to say. 1 11c was right fresh from somewheres back in Georgy. He was tkegoneby- i est most hoagriest [ and lostcst lookiu I boy that ever left his tracks in the regions around llocky | Creek—a stranger in a strange country amongst strange people, and nothin but ’ a yearlin boy at that. Onest upon a time I was a boy my own individually self. From what they tell me and from what I can recollect there ain’t no earthly doubts about that. Consequentially I love the boys. 1 love j the boys better than any livin thing i that cumbers the soil and breathes the native air—exeeptin the girls. And ! when Jxm Watson come pikiu along the ! big road that evenin and sidled up to : Hie front gate and said “hello” ruther v iak and trembly like, the cnlyest j thing for me to do was to go out there and see who it was and what they 1 wanted. Them Two Town Girin. When Billy George Bogin come by our house* on Saturday evenin before the last third Sunday on his return back home from a big picnic they had that day over at Tankersly’s Station., I couldn’t help from feelin sorry for the boy slap down to the bottom of my heart. The few remaiuin clothes which Billy George had on, the shape and Nearly Hanged by Being Caught Up by a Hayfork Rope. 8an|tenile<l Hitch In the Air, the Hope UriMlunlly TI«htenlrar to Snffo- cntlon—L'nnble to Make HI* Com! it Ion Known. Rimer Antrim, of Windsor avenue, Hartford, Conn., had a narrow escape from death that he w ill not soon forget. He was assisting at haying, his duty at the barn being to superintend the plac ing of the hayfork and delivering its load at the desired point on the mow. color of his homely countenance, and a It may not be generally know n that badly left and lonesome look in his hayforks—or perhaps hay unhu-.ieis, eye give him all the general outward more properly are quite the thing, and appeurments of a young man w ho had many of them are being purchased b^ swum the snaggy fork of Salt creek farmers to relieve some of tin* arduous KNOCKS OUT A BEAR. Fltz*lmi:i<»n» !!n* n Lively Mattie w ith n .New Pet. “I’ve luen in 50 fights,” exclaimed Robert Fitzsimmons, “but I never had such a close call as that.” Fitzsim mons was out of breath and j.e was bruised ail over and his clothes torn to tatters. “Mo, Hob.” exclaimed his wife, “you are right; you loot; far more ex hausted than- the day you fought Cor- b<tt.” T!;.'* champion of the world had just saved the life of his Great Dane dog Yarrum. after an exciting and des perate encounter with a large black bmr. The light lasted over half an hour and w;us witnessed by*half a hundred ARP OX LYNCHING S. Tho Southern Fhiloaopbor Writes a Strong Letter. Snya l!te People of Georttln Are !.a,v- AbldlaB—I'nprotectcd Wives and l>auKktcra in Itural Dlatrlcta. where the water was ragin high and muddy. “Where have you been, Billy George?” said I; “where have you been, charmin Billy?” "There was two town girls come down work of haying. They are capable of ! grappling almost any size of forkful, from a 50-poun(t tumble up to a ton or more, according to the wishes of the manipulator. For the purpose of un- 1 loading a pulley is rigged in the barn to the station and tended the picnic,” loft, through which the fork roue r,nvs Billy George—which I had my ! passes. Another pulley is attached to private opinions right then touehin the : the side of the barn over the mow, and great gobs of fun the boy had that day. through this the rope also passes, “And let me tell you. Uncle Rufus, they | thence obliquely out through the en- v as pritty as red shoes and blue stock- trance back of the load, where u horse in« but hot stuff and a heap of it. is attached to it, whose duty is to puil “You must recollect 1 never have took the forkful up. A “run” leads across tny stand and made my final rcstfnplace | toward the pulley over the mow. and Wm I had not intended to write anything more upou lynch law, but recent utter ances from the press and the pulpit provoke me to say that the people ol Georgia do not deserve the condem nation of friends or fees for their con sent to lynekings when the crime U one that is nameless. Our people are as humane and law-abiding to-day as they were hO, -10 or 50 years ago, and t lie- records of the courts prove i;. In IsGl there were white convicts in. the penitentiary; now- there are but 1%. and we have a greater population. There is 50 per cent, less of felorh s ii Georgia than in New York or Massa chusetts, according to population. Of course, 1 mean among the w hites^ Nov.- set that down. An Ohio paper has recently investi gated the record of that nameless crime for the past ten years in that state and gives the figures which show 524 cases, in September, and doubt less been speed- crease in defiance of lynching* we can not tell. It may be thntsince the war. northern philanthropy, supplemented by southern oflice seekers, have so ex alted his consequence and his de-sire for social equality that his fear of punish-, ment has been allayed. But certain it ia that the race has not yet been greatly intimidated by lynchings, and they are considered! martyrs by most of their, preachers and teachers and editors. How many more outrages there wouldi be if these lynchings should stop we can only conjecture. Bishop Turner proposed a day of fasting and prayer, lor the deliverance cf his people from these horrible lynchings, but not a word about the uuiiugcs that provoke them. But it is curious and somewhat amusing to read the different counts in this general bill of indiet- ment against the people who resort to violence. Some assert ve hemently that there is a defect in the law’s machinery, and some say not. One preacher says that OS per cent, of those indicted escape. One more would come square up to Judge Dooly’s estimate when he said: “Gentlemen of the jury, I charge you that ninety-nine guilty ones have already escaped.” One learned lawyer says that Ryder would certainly have been tried and convicted He liiii] I'oinc to Stuy. “Is this where a man by the name of Sanders lives?” says the boy as he leant | back and braced himself up agin the horse rack. “This is the place and this is the man,” j says I. ’’Where did 3011 come from, j where are you headin for. and what was your name when you left-home?” “My name was Lou Watson when I left home,” says he. “My name is Lou A Vat son till yet. I come from Georgy nnd I ain’t goin nowhere in partichir right now. 1 lowed to stop here and go to work and live with you.” “The eroj/s are laid by, fodder ain’t ripe and cotton ain’t openin any to speak of yet, and raley there ain’t a blessed tiling around here for a boy about your size to do.” says I. “Don’t make a blame bit of differ ence to me about the crops, mister,” says the boy. “Work I want and work I must have. I would ruther not steal, nnd I’ll be essentially dadburned if I don’t die before 1 will beg. But I can work and do my share of anything that comes to hand on the farm.” “Tain’t no use in talkin, mister," the Boy went on as he run his thumbs under n pair of home-knit galluses ami pulled his breeches up under his arms. “Ihave come all the way from Georgy, conic afoot and come to your house to git around in the calico corner, but when then two town girls conic and picked me out for a native born idiot and put in to have some fun they couldn’t set* the snags ahead. The}' had their fun. I reckon, but I hadn’t w ent off nowheres and I got my share whilst the show was goin on. “One of them girls had fetched n wheel, as she called it. and nothin would do, but I must ride the blame thing. I told her I had rid most anything from a buekin mule to a long-horn steer, and I would do mv level durndest to ride when the forkful is lifted to the proper height the man on the load pulls a cord, w’hich runs the load across over the mow. When it is properly located the manipulator calls out “All right!” The horse turns buck, the rope slackens, the fork lets drop its load, and the operator pulls it buek for another lift. To Hie unsophisticated it is proper to that the fork consists of a couple of hooks or arms fastened at one end. By pressing u stick at the point where the arms art connected they are opened to their ut most; then the tightening of the rope £ BRUIN KNOCKED OUT. 5^' nnvthing that anybody else had ever rid. ; closes them as far as the lead will ul- In the main time I had saw the girl mount her wheel and go spinnin and iiyin around the picnic grounds as smooth ami easy as fallin off of a wet log—which I didn’t have no better sense tiinn to think it was as easy ns it looked. And it stood plum reasonable with me that if a guy and gorgeous girl—with all her frills rnd tixments and riggins on-—could ride the thing so graceful like nnd easy, it would be still more easier for a boy like me, with on!} - a few plain clothes on, to ‘make the mount and scorch the wind,’ ns she called it. “Ho consequentially I made the mount. But I didn’t burn any wind to speak of. The blame thing flew up be hind and licfore at the same time, and instid of scorehin-the native air I plowed a hole three feet long in the fair besom of the native earth with my own native face. Them town girls made out like they was tremendius sorry—which at the same time they laughed ami cackled and cackled and laughed till blamed if low and—” up she goes.” It was while attending to these mat ters of adjustment that the accident happened to Mr. Antrim. The fori; had returned to the load, had been ad justed for another lift, and he gave the m work to do and a place to stay. 1 j one of ’em didn't jest simply fall down and wallow in it. Well, I jined in with ’em and laughed some at 1113’ fool self and made out like it didn't hurl much. haven't et a rale good square meal in Aomethin better than three weeks. There are wrinkles under the brow band of my breeches right now as big as your arm—(last if they ain’t. 1 do es sentially believe I could take the slack of my breadbasket and w ipe my nose with it—da»t if I don’t. I must eat and I must wear eiothes and 1 must work. 1 have come all the way from Georg3’. I have come to Rocky Creek. I have come to your house and I have come to at ay.’’ A11-3 I.ou Ileuinlneil Over. That night I went to bed and went to sleep wonderin what in the. thunder- ations I would do with that stray Amer ican boy from Georg3’. Aceordin to the Scripture# the earth In; 1 alread3’ been replenished considerable right around there, and so fur as 1 knew nobody hadn’t forgot the multiplication table jior burnt up 0113- cradles to s|H*ak of. And if in spite of that the boys had put in to coinin across the line from Georgy, and coiniu to -stay, I didn’t know for certain where the rush would stop. But, anyhow, I put the Georgy youngster out in the shed room that night with the rest of the boys. B3- the Hist crock of day next mornin he was up and about. When I got out to the lot he had. fed the horses and tend ed to the stock. When I got to the woodpile he had cut up stove, wood enough to last two days. When I start ed to the spring 1 met him comin up tin* hill with three buckets of water— j one in each hand and-the third uiuc on 1 his head. And then when mother went 1 down to the cow pen. bless heavens i'f he want standin there at the lairs with 1 the calf rope in his hands ready wuitin. : for a chance to turn off another job. .Now. it had went through my head the other night that I would ride over to old man Jerry Rutherford’s the next mornin to see if he wouldn't take the Georgy bo3' to his house and make a ! place for him. Old man Jerry didn’t have no bo3’s of his own so fur a/ any- I I>od3’ knowed, and I lowed it nionght j suit him to till out bln band with the little straggler from Georgy. But be fore breakfast that mornin, eeein what I had saw, s.^-s I to myself, says I: “Little man, your name nought be Watson, or it nought be Smith—it mought be that 3-011 come from Georgy, or Reelfoot Luke, or Hubbenduim or KaUamasoo. But I’ll be essential^' dadburned if you ain’t right In re gards to one thing—you have come to stay.” And so for seven long years Lou Wet- son remained over at our honse and tarried around In the Roek3’ Greek set tlement. After that he took and got niarritd and settled down. Be belt his own from the jump and is now ahead of the music in regards to this world’s goods. And even till yet he cun do more work In leu time nnd clumber up around more country grub than cuy one ntan that ever came across the bolder lines of Georgy. The nett time you go down the old federal road across Wolf creek and through the stump hills country—In a big oak grove along the level on yon- I» Die Grnpcvluo »wlunr. “After that,” says Billy George with an able-bodied twinkle in his 030, “I didn’t have a blame thing to do but hang around and let them town girl* ride theirown wheel and-have their own fun. Dadblame ’em, I knowed their time was comin. “First thing after dinner we went off down C l th? cr?: 1 ; to the grapevin- twiiig i...iier that '. ig beech tree. One of the girls lowed she had read some thin in a book onest upon a time about ewingin in a grapevine swing and she was most craz3- to see how it would feel. The other one was more than willin providin I would swing with ’em and the* vino was plenty- strong to hold up with three. Now as for m<* I had on my (Sundayest eiothes. and I didn't have no wiki romantic notions about how it would feel to be swir.gin in a grapevine swing back and forth across the widest place in the creek. I was piuperfectly sath fled that somethin would come to paw with them two town girls before the sun went down w ith a bobtail flush behind the western hills, and I lowed their time was comin now presently. “But nothin else would do, and ruther than bust up the show and spile the fun. I went on across with the girls. By this time I reckon they have got a slight idea that Kwingin in a grapevine swing ain't w hnt it use to hr. We swung across back and iorth two or three times with a smooth and steady- swish, and then the old swing broke andt we all went down into U>e creek with a mighty swash. “Now, if you remember. Uncle Rufe, there Is a plum nest of grapevines nnd ibamboo briar* along the banks of that creek. We didn’t get drowned ’onuse the water want deep enough for that, but of nil the scnvmblin nnd scrramln sind tpl&smn and hoggin you ever snw or heard tell of or read about, me nnd them two town girls we had it then and there. “And when finnl’y* at last we come forth and got out on safe ground onest more the^ want so tremendius much prettier than me. and I had on jest about as many-clothes as they did. Dod- blnme cm, I knowed their tima was comin somewhere* along the line nnd f was willin to go-down, with cm if ithad to come that way-. “What next? Well, them two town girls took their blamed old wheel and went on back home, whilst I left the dear, delightful old grapevine swing flontln down the creek and went on my way rojolcln. Ifli llilll rr jilil ill i K mil If HANGING BT HIS NECK. signal “Go ahead!” As the strain came, the pulley on the side of the barn gave way. bounding to the load and striking Antrim on the side of the head. The rope was whirling when it struck An trim, and in a twinkling it had caught about his neck and he was being pulled up—indeed it was a mere twinkling, a moment, from the time he gave the or der to go ahead when he was dangling in midair. The horse had continued along, his attendant not dreamiugof an accident. When the rope tightened about Antrim’s neck he instantly- grasped it, and this undoubtedly- pre vented his neck from being broken. He could not speak or give any alarm whatever. When tin? horse had reaehi d 1 the usual stopping place he rested, I holding the loud till the attendant should give the word to turn. Nothing had been heard from Rimer since the order to go ahead, and when more than sufficient time had elapsed for running the fork over to its position on the mow his brother Kli stepped one side and 1 glanced up. ; There was Rimer hanging by his neck a dozen feet above the h ad nnd. to all appearances, dead! He almost screamed I to the attendant to "Turn the horse! j Turn the horse quick!" and the at tendant made haste, still not himself 1 dreaming what the trouble was. Once the rope relaxed, young Rimer fell nearly unconscious upon the load. By the time the men had scrambled upon the load he had revived sutliclently to 1 let them know that he was alive. He was assisted to the house, w here it was found that the rope had onto nearly through the flesh entirely around his neck, and the strain was felt inside the throat. Next morning the soreness in the vicinity of the roots ni the tongue was intense, and h<- whs unable to take any- ' thing lint liquid nourishment. The soreness responded to careful treat ment and he was able to renew deliver- lug on his milk route, but it will b> some time before he will lie all right. It is safe to say that he will never for get the te.rrible moments when he was ' suspended In the air, the rope gradual ly tightening to suffocation, and he un able to make his condition known. Where CoiirtMlily Is Eirltlnir. - A Zulu youth cannot marry a girl until he has whipped her brothers nnd given her father u fall, if demanded, in addition. This makes u courtship more excursionists, who were spending the day at Rye Beach, N. Y., where i-ilz- siuimons has a cottage. A few weeks ugj the pugilist's ad mirers in Rye and Pori Flies ter gave him a large bear called Jennie. The bear has been kept ; ear the cottage in a large cage. The other morning it at tacked the pet dog- Yarrum, which ventured too near the cage, and snap ping its chain got loose on the beech. The dog pursued the bear and- it took to the woods and ran up a t ree, taking refuge on a limb. Fitzsimmons climbed the big oak after it and wen t out on a limb. The bear gave a flen-e growl and tried to cuff him off. Jit* grappled with the enraged animal and- with a power ful right hand' blow knocked it to the ground 25 feet below. Many of the ex- eurwioniistis had assembled neat'by and as the animal fell among them men ran and women, shrieked. The dog was under the tree and grappled with the bear w hen it struck the ground in a heap. Bruin was get ting tho best of the battle when Fitz rushed in. The animal tore a.-.vry from the deg and raising on its rear legs threw* its paws about Fitz’s neck arid tried, to choke him todeath. In 'the struggle the combination landed in a fence corner, the bear’s head falling on a large rock. The prizefighter freed himself and gave his antagonist a terrific blow behind the ear, knocking it senseless on- the ground. The spectators rushed for a rope and the pet was finally- tied about the neck and dragged grow ling into the sound until its chain and-cage could be repaired. Mrs. Fitzsimmons witnessed! the fight from her cottage nnd said after word that She was far more alarmed than when her husband fought Cor bett. HE KICKED THE COW. That’* Why n ChleaNto Woman Want* mi Atisolatc Divorce. When Charles Hnzzard grew angry at his wife’s asking him to go lo church he showed it by kicking a cow accord ing to the story of Mary R. Hazzard, us reported by the Chicago News. Mrs. Hazzard, who is the daughter of Rev. William A. Waterman, appeared in court to tell Judge Horton w hy she failed to live happily w ith her husband. V, rm yn 'J*' ('< *.1 }<3 ' "f.f J'A ’ I • • CM- .* U •I i*'* • T • */>' / “You oan tell all you know about i H»an chocolate caramel* and gumdrops; hut the Zulu muidrn who has four brothers weighing ISO pounds each nnd measuring 50 Inches around the waist generally dies un old nmid, while the girl whose brothers are weak •nd sickly and whose parent has broken his leg at a primary is overrun wvlth pro posals. It is a queer custom, and If It were in vogue In this country a girl who Is an only child and a half orphan on her father'a side would be at a prcmltm. how I rid the wheel. You enn tel! nil you know about me and the girl* nnd the grspevlne swing. But I would ruther you don't eay nothin about the ■other boy that had took my pocket knife nndelum up In the l>igber« h tiree to turn thing* Joo*e In the due fullness of time. The other boy wrs my side partner. Brit Walton, and I love Brit like a brother, 1 do." Rirgi » r.A tDr.iui. and the negro criminals outnumber the whites six to one in proportion to popu lation. In Georgia they outnumber the wkites sixty to one and it is because of cur scattered and unprotected popula tion in the rural districts. Before the war that crime was unknown and al most unheard of In the south. I never heard of a ease in north Georgia. In 1352 I liadi occasion to visit Cedar Bluff in Alabama andi my companion. Judge Underwood, stopped the horse to show me a pile of stones that was heaped trp around a dead sndiblasted'tree. “Those stones.” said he, "mark the place w here a negro brute was'burned two years ago and also mark the place where lie com mitted the crime and then murdered his victim.” That was the only case that came to my knowledge. During the war, when in hundreds of families the only protectors of women and) children were negroes, not a deed of violence or ily executed. Another says he would : have been sent to the nsyluni as a | lunatic. Judge Bleckley says the law needs no reforming—that it is right ! now. The Bar association have resolved | that it does need reforming. One preacher quotes Scripture that says "The land must not bo defiled with blood." but does not give the context that says “innocent blood,” and the fur ther context that says: “Deliver him unto the hand of the avenger of blood that he may die, and thine eye shall not pity him.” Life for life, hand for hand, etc. “Let them stone him with stones," etc. It seems like a burlesque for any' preacher to go to the old Mosaic law for a text against summary punishment of heinous crimes. The avenger of blood was on the warpath all the time and even the man who unwittingly kitted his neighbor, not bating him before hand. had to fly for his life to the city' a betrayal of trust was heard of fr:un of refuge lest the avenger of blood over- thc I’otomae to the Rio Grande; and Gen. Henry R. Jackson eloquently-snid of them: “They- deserve a monument that would reach the stars,” How is it now? Nearly 3,000 colored convicts in the chain gangs and less than 200 whites, and the nameless crime is committed by negroes somewhere every day in the year. What is the cause of this alarming degeneracy of take him, and, being hot. shall slay him. 1 Yes, being hot shall slay him. Those avengers of blood must have been blood thirsty fellows indeed. It was an awful code of law, but the children of Israel- were an awful race to deal with. I; wonder what the boys of this genera tion would say to a law like this: “If a' man have a stubborn and rebellious son who will not obey the voice of his the negro? I heard a preacher say the 1 father or his mother, then shall his. CAUSE FOB DIVORCE. One. of the witnesses in Die ease was Dr. Waterman. He said: “1 have supportid the* girl ever since j ben marriage, in IScfl). clothing tier and i her child even when tuey were li' iag ivith Hazzard. Bhe is residing with mo now.” • “What happened just prior to your leaving your husband?” the complain ant was asked. "Well, we were living at his mother's house,” said Mrs. Hazzard, “tihe told me 1 had better go and get my board where I got my cJothes. I asked my h usbu nd to provide me u home. He said he w‘is going to stand by his mother —that sin* had the property. I went home to my father and have been there with him since." “What happened In the summer of “My hu»hund> was to have accom panied my sister and me to church. I inked b;m if he was ready to go. He was •'■.frry and commenced to kick ths oow. 1 told him I d’dn’t think he ought to take out his anger on the brute and he chased me ont of the boro.** other day that lynching for this crime or any other was the evidence of a de praved and lawless public sentiment. He is mistaken. It is rather the evidence of minds charged, perhaps overcharged, with love and respect for wives and daughters, and no man who has neither is a fit juror to try the ease. He is in capable of understanding cr appreciat ing the common peril that, like a shadow, hangs over the fanner’s home, be it ever so humble. Parental love is nearly all that these people have to give to their children and they give that and cherish them and will defend them as a tigress defends her whelps. What is the majesty of the law worth to a man whose child hasfiallen victim toa brute? What is it to his neighbor who all these years has been from time to time appre hending a -similar visitation? What does a young man, w hether preacher or editor or lawyer, know about it? Jean lugelow (God bless her sweet mem ory!) ifiakes the old fisherman to say “I feel for mariners of stormy nights and fee! for wives that watch ashore.” Who knows the perrls of the deep like a fisherman? Rome of those learned* judges and lawyers andi preachers of Atlanta have given vent to language that is bitter and malignant against lynchings for any crime, but it is to be noted that they have long livedi in call of the police by night and by day and within brick walls and with neighbors at hand on every- side. What can they know of the peril of the farmer w hose wife visits a neighbor, or whose chil dren have to go a mile away to school? Perhaps some Inquiring mind will ask what do I know about it? Twenty- years ago I moved front the city to the country and farmed there for ten years, and all that time’the apprehension grew stronger t.nd stronger, for there were negroes a!! around, me on the farms and more negroes not far away- working in the mines. I never expressed my fears, not even to my wife; but w hen our boy - all left the farm for other avocations, and I had)to be away most cf the time, my wife became alarmed, and I immedi ately left the farm and moved to town for security. So did every neighbor that I had-, and our school w ns broken up and the wholeaettl-ement abandoned and turned over to negro tenants. The sehoolhouve was amile away, and I used to look with parental eagerness for the first appearance of the children’s hats as they- rose Into view over the distant hill. Until then I never realized the common j>eril th*t environs the, coun try people. I have a poor opinion of opinions unless they come from those who are competent to judge. ‘Great men arc not always wise," saith the Scriptures. The nearer the press is to the people, the country peop!e, the ynone ready hi is to apologize, cr even to justify, the speedy execution of this, class of criminals. The preachers and the pres« may fulminate and the gov ernor proclaim, but I cannot help re joicing at every capture nnd every ex ecution. The law's delay has nothingto do with it. It is the spontaneous out burst of emotions long felt and long smothered, and those emotions an* -based upon love—love for home nnd wife nnd children, love and respect for the wives and daughters of the neigh bor*. Lynching negroes for this crime Is no evidence of lawle»»nen»aniong our people. The crime atasd# ont by Itself as an atrocity for which- no law 1* ifd- equate ami no remedy has yet been foued. Why It should be on the. In- father lay hold on him nnd bring him to the elders and say: This, our son w-ill i>ot obey our voice. And all the men of the city- shall stone him with stones that he die. And Israel shall hear and • fear.” What a horribledeath wasthat! And yet it was a common and frequent- punishment. If I was a preacher I wouldn’t go to the Old Testament for a text against lynching. I wouldn't even, quote Cain, whom the Lord marked,' for it seems very certain that if tho Lord had not interfered the people would have lynched him. Jcsenhua says that the Lord protected him be cause of his offering and because heen- treated and said: “Is my sin too great to l»e forgiven ?” To my mind the sum of the whole matter is that neither the law’s delay, nor its uncertainty has anything to do with the impulses and emotions thati control men when they pursue and overtake and identify and execute a, negro for his crime against helpless in-, noeenee. Every parent and husband, ami brother in the neighborhood im-. mediately becomes an avenger of blood.- If the brute has already been caught by| the officers of the law nnd securely; placed in prison, then let him stay there, and meet his doom according to law. I| would not take any prisoner away from) a faithftd and honest sheriff—unless; perhaps the victim was cne of my* fam-. ily, nor even then unless it could bo. done without shedding the blood of of-' fleers or friends. For all other crimes the law s we havei are good enough for nil good citizens,, and I feel no great concern for the bad,, I suppose that at least half the lawyers, carry concealed weapons, but theydon’t carry them for me. Certain it is I want no advice on this subject from press or. pulpit, from judges cr lawyers, and es pecially- from young unmarried men or those who live in roek-built cities. I had rather hear and heed the %-oicc of this women of this southern land, the mothers and daughters who alone nr»? the vic tims when, peril comes, if it. comes at all. What do they say?—Bill Arp, in Atlanta Constitution. War I.cmn *>1 unleror». The diminishing losses in battle prove conclusively, says a writer in Cham bers’ Journal, that war is no longer so. murderous as it was. The alteration in> tactics and in the formation of troops attacking has counteracted, the supe-. rior precision and range of modern flre-i arms. The shell, though its moral ef fect is greater, is not so destructive as! the round shot, grape and canister off the old days playing upon troops ad-- vanring in line or column. The mag-t azine rifle, incalculably superior In ac-4 curacy and penetrating power to thei old Brown Bess, is nett so deadly in it*i effect; for, when it fails to kill outright,! the wounds it inflicts with its tlfiy pro-| jeetile are not nearly so ugly nrd crip pling as those of the old spherical bul let, which smashed where the other glances off—Military- Gazette Chicago.) A Perfect Picture. “It is astonishing," said the major, “how perfectly the artists of the pres ent day succeed in imitating nature.** “Yes. indeed,” replied Mrs. Cobb, who had come out to witness the drill of the battalion. "I was told, once, of an artist who hod produced so perfect a picturo jf a hen that when he put it on the rounter of a down-town art gallery for sale. It lay there, indefinitely.—3fiH tarv Gazette. CMc&ro.