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■A .1 THIS LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C M JULY 7, 181)8. TO A MAIDEN OF SIXTEEN. I do not fondly n-d; fior.i you Tin- qualities of a noble heart, A mind wh<\-e thoughts are pure and truo, A tongue tliat rtioo.Ib no venomed dart, A temper Kweet or gent la i.eiod, E’r.'Olflshnc s.s or high endeavor— I do not ad; you to “be good, Sweet n aid,” or even to bo “clevor!” 1 do not tt'lt for po» i’h nong, Tor dreamer’B tale, high gifts of mind, For oriitor’s eloquence i igl'.tmg wrong— Gifts all, no doubt, to you assigned; I do not ask for theories new, i e.r’s powers of cciupn hcnsion tc-iking, For wisdom or for wit from you t There would not bo much use in asking). I do not ash you for the gift All other gifts so far above. I will be brave and make a shift To live my lii'o without your love— Not mine to play a lover's part, So, though the omission is distresEinr. I do not ask you for your heart. 1 only ask a minor blessing. I do not ask you when wo meet To condescend to notice me. But when kind fate affords that treat Pray bear in mind this modest plea: I do not ask you to sit still, Though in your chair you always wriggle. I’d have you do whato’er you will. 1 only ask you—not to giggle! —Punch. THE HEAL REASON. I had arrived at Monte Carlo about 3 o’clock and after a late lunch set out in search of my friends the Verueys. I ; found Master Arthur, a serious minded I youm-f politician of 23, in his room at | the hotel. He was completing an elab- I orate toilet and drinking champagne. “Ayusley!” he cried in surprise. “1 thought you were in Loudon.” “The spirit of restlessness,” I ex plained. My eye dwelt for a moment on | the champagne. “A little low, Arthur?” He blushed. Arthur was the highly respectable son of an eminently respect able father, who was M. P. and other things. He glanced at the clock, then rose and picked up his hat and gloves. “A stroll!” I finished, with a grin. Ho laughed nervously. “Look here, Ayusley,” he said, “you’ll find the governor and Evelyn on the terrace. Do you mind if I run away now?” I got up and laid abandon his shoul der in a paternal fashion. “She is a woman in a thousand, Arthur. Au re- voir and good luck!” He blushed again—ho was really a most nervous young mau—and hurried away. I followed him out of the hotel, then strolled leisurely through the gar dens and round to the terrace. I espied Mr. Veruey and his daughter sitting al most immediately in the rear of tho ca sino. I walked up to them. “Well, ’pon my word!” cried Mr. Varney. A smile dimpled round Miss Verney’s mouth as she took my hand. 1 explained lucidly how it was I came to leave London in so unexpected a fashion. “It enslaves us all,” I finished, with a graceful wave of my hand toward tho casino. v “Indeed,” said Miss Veruey politely. After a few minutes’ conversation Mr. Verney pulled out ins watch. “I’m very glad you came, Ayusley,” he said, ‘‘as 1 left off last night in the midst of a little mathematical experi ment with trente ct quaraute, and I thought that if you would kindly look after Evelyn I’d”— “Delighted!” I said quickly. “I trust the experiment will bo brought to a sat isfactory conclusion. ” As soon as ho had taken his departure I glanced at Miss Verney. She was ex amining tho handle of her parasol with some intentness. I made a mental note that white suited her admirably—in fact, be tter than any other girl of my acquaintance. “Perfect weather,” I remarked at length. She nodded in a preoccupied manner. “I have been wondering,” she said after a moment, “why you came hero. ” “Did you not hear mo explain?” I began. She smiled. “Oh, yes. but”— “Surely nothing further is needed. The attraction of Monte Carlo is world famed.” “I do not believe, Mr. Aynsley, ” she said deliberately, “that you have ever gambled in your life.” I tried another tack. “Well, then, I’m rather delicate, and the chill, damp fogs of London are rather trying to an invalid. ” Again Miss Verney laughed. “How unsympathetic you are I” “The deep sea fishing last winter must have been rather bad for you. No, Mr. Aynsley, I’m a clear sighted young person, and I can quite see what hat brought you so suddenly to Mouto Car lo.” “Well?” I said, with an air of indif ference. She played with the tassel on her parasol for a moment. Then she smiled. “Mrs. Fairfax,’’she said at length. I laughed outright “How amusing! Nothing of the sort The usual attraction, I assure you.” “Mrs. Fairfax.” “Gambling — or invalid’s natural aversion to chill, damp fogs!” ‘‘Mrs. Fairfax!” repeated Miss Ver ney once again, with just a shade of emphasis. 1 gave it up. “A very charming person, ” I said. “You admit it?” and her voice held a tiny note of triumph. “Don’t you?” I replied wonderingly. “She is talented, pretty, agreeable and”— “A widow,” put in Miss Verney. “Yes, but her husband was hardly more than an acquaintance. He went to India, you know, shortly after their marriage, and was killed. Do you not think her fascinating?” “Yes, undoubtedly she is a pleasant companion.” “And I’m a lonely bachelor man!” I remarked apologetically. She turned to me with a smile. “For give me,” she said kindly, “for re- ninding you of yonr pitiful condition. .1 only meant to show you that I guessed t «. . ., ... I v r l _:a<. the reason for your sudden change of plans. ” “Youi intelligence is beyond re proach. But what made you think of Mrs. Fairfax?” “My dear Mr. Ayusley,” she laughed, “you forget last season.” I tried to recollect. “The episode at the Cartons; the Mel ba night at Covent Garden,” shore- minded gently. “You take great interest in my wel fare,” I said with a laugh. ‘‘I am very glad to notice it,” 1 added with a glance at her. “By tho way,” I continued after a pause, “where is Arthur?” “I never trouble about Arthur,” she i replied quickly, “lie is so wrapped up in his books and studies that even lu re at Monte Carlo I see very little of him.” I.was amused. “You have nothing against Mrs. Fair fax?” I suggested. “Nothing whatever,” she replied frankly. “I like her immensely.” This helped matters, I thought. ‘‘You think she will make a good wife?” “Admirable,” said Miss Verney, calmly surveying the bay. “Her ex perience will be invaluable.” I caught sight of a couple that had just appeared on tho farther end of the terrace. “Yon will come to the wedding?” A slight tinge of color appeared on Miss Verney’s cheeks as she turned to me. “Has it reached that stage?” I glanced at tho couple and noticed they were arm in arm. “1 believe so.” There was a slight pause. Miss Ver ney played with the tassel again. “Then I suppose I must teuder my congratulations?” she said at length. “I believe it is customary among friends,”! replied, with a glance at her. She had allowed her eyes to fall on tho ground. “You know she is very wealthy?” 1 added. “You have been most fortunate in your endeavors,” she replied in deliber ate tones. “I trust you’ll be very happy.” The couple were now opposite to where wo were sitting. So engrossed wore they in conversation that they had not noticed us. I felt an anticipa tory shiver of enjoyment. “1 do not enter into the question,” I said. “Look!” She glanced up in surprise. “Arthur and Mrs. Fairfax,” she whispered. “He is wrapped up in his studies again,” I remarked. “I fancy he has taken the lady’s eyes as his subjeat.” Miss Veruey looked at mo reproach fully. “And you knew this all the time?” “I’m afraid so. Arthur confided in me some mouths ago in London, and I have occasionally amused myself by helping him. Take the Melba night, for instance. ‘Was that on Arthur’s behalf?” she asked wouderiugly. I nodded. It occurred to me once again how extremely charming Miss Verney looked in white. There was a silence for a minute or so. Arthur and Mrs. Fairfax passed out of sight. “It wasn’t tho gambling,” I remark ed at length. Miss Verney made no reply. “Nor an invalid’s aversion to the chill, damp fogs, ” I went on after a pause. “Nor Mrs. Fairfax,” she put in. “No, ” I said slowly. “I came be cause I thought it just possible you might be pleased to see mo.” There was another pause, aud then I added: “Aro you?” A smile crept round the corners of Miss Verney’s mouth. “Well, yes, I think I am,” she said. Wo see a good deal of one another now.—Gilbert Dayle in London Weekly Sim. McCoy Had Enough. Here is a story told by Parson Davies on Kid McCoy, the pugilist, as given in tho Wilmington Sun: “Kid McCoy attracted the attention of a crowd of sportsmen at the Gilsey House,” says Parson, “and it was de cided to introduce Lavenia Charmion, a trapeze performer and a muscular phenomenon, to him as a woman who wished to learn boxing. McCoy was de lighted. “The meeting took place, and the Kid told Charmion to take a position, in which of course she was very awk ward. ‘That is picturesque, but not pugilistic-ally correct,’ ho remarked, with a smile of superior knowledge. ‘Now,’ ho said, as she adjusted her arms, ‘let go with your left ’ “It was a chop blow aud made the air whiz, as tho first attempt narrowly missed the Kid’s face. Ho looked ap prehensive aud remarked: ‘You have steam enough, but your execution is faulty. Now, hit ont straight and let your body go with the blow. ’ “The fist brought up suddenly at about the third button of McCoy’s waist coat. ‘That is better,’gasped the Kid. ‘That will do for the first lesson. Come again tomorrow, and we’ll try the big gloves. ’ “ ‘Oh, how nice, ’ said Charmio i Do you know, I never had hut one chance to box with a man. That was when a fol low tried to kiss me, and I knocked him down and broke his jaw with my boot heel I’— “‘Excuse me,’ interrupted McCoy, 'come to think of it, I have an engage ment for tomorrow. Ah, yes, I leave town Sunday, but—but I’ll see you again.’” He Knew. Pedagogue (severely)—Now, sir, for the last time, what’s the square of the hypotenuse of a right angled triangle equivalent to? Boy (desperately)—It’s equivalent to a lickiu far me, sir. Go ahead.—Lon* don Fun. A WINTRY LANDSCAPE. f .•it half so fair wrupped in erm CO Not raminer’ii s-lf \w r As this white winter fleoiv, A roval ail ’!i a brooding I'vsrywbore And all the world n voi. i dream of peace. Amber and opal, faintest pearl mid roso, Orange and purple in the sunset sky; In fi'-ry Inn ■; tho wide wet fin me 4 and glows, Nor ftide's till stars tiro shining out i n high. O’er steel blue lakes tho sheen is bright liko mail. The trees in naked beauty lift the-ir limbs, The wind i' hushed that erst did s< band wail— Isofter its tones than mother's craulti hymns. Strangs, silent winter, fair heVi.nd belief. White n>l.>od and fair and dreamy ns the night, Forgetting pain and care and joy and grief, Creeps solemnly apace aud shrouds the light. —Harper's Bazar. NUGGETS’ LUCK. They brought him into town, and all they could pet out. o’ him was a string o’ the d dot, fi.oli he.-t words you ever heard of. Ho didn’t say much elso for u good many years afterward— yonstor sit around tho town lu re aud get it off to himself. Went somethin like this: “ ‘(’liangrd all tho trees in tho Rat tlesnake*—moved ’em and mixed ’email tip. Might ’a’ been a dream, but I don’t think so. Ask Bill—he knows. Put a shot in her. ir*ecii rock in my time, but no rock like that. Bill, d duld fool, gits scared, aud wo kiveml her up to come back to. Didn’t blaze no tree, but my old knife’s stickiu on tho moss sida o’ that tree. Might ’u’ been a dream. Ask Bill. ’ “Course you can hot your life that old canyon was prospected pretty wi ll after that, but nothin wa^.und. Tha SHE WAS AN AMERICAN. And She Made a Caustic Defense of Her Country. [George P. Peterson in the Independent.J 1 was in Florence v.Tfen the war broke out, and heard the first expres sion of German feeling about it on the train coming northward from Ve- A couple of Gr.rGiiic Dyspepsia 'entlemen on tor tile Porta Vescova How the spruce looking stranger got into tho little, old, dilapidated town up in the Sierras none of its inhabitants appeared to know, bnt most of them were extremely anxious to ascertain. Seldom it was that any one went to tho town. Apparently there was no particu lar reason why any one should. Tho surrounding scenery was grand, it is true, but the town could make no claim to being an essential part of tho gran deur. Its ouo street straggled up tho mountainside for a short distance and lost its way in the forest. A long, ram shackle “hotel,” several despondent looking stores and a number of saloons made up what it wasfpleased to call the business portion of tho town. On all sides and as far as tho eye could see, however, were the imperishable evi dences of what this little town once had been—the center of a natural wealth al most inconceivable. Vast areas of white and yellow and reddish clay, mountains seamed and gashed and cut in twain, miles of rusty and disjointed gigantic iron pipes, told of the days when the miners with hydraulic guns “held up” nature and forced it to deliver its treas ure. But all that was long ago and is only a pleasant memory with the little town now, and to the stranger’s not unnatu ral inquiry as to how the people support ed themselves came tho cheerful and cannibalistic reply that they "lived on one another. ” Tho stranger sat on a box outside one of tho stores beside one of tho citizens and soon found himself listening to a monologue offered for his entertain ment. It would have been a dialogue be tween them, but tho entertainer would not have it that way. An old man, with grizzled board aud weather beaten face, was he. Tho stranger noticed, with some surprise, that, although stained aud rusty, his long frock coat and tho trousers stuck into his boots were of good broadcloth. A very conspicuous watch chain, a huge diamond pin in a setting of tobacco staiued shirt front and the entire absenco of a collar made up a somewhat incongruous appearauco. “Yes, you’re right, ” began tho enter tainer, starting tho monologue with considerable euerg^ “this town ain’t worth a whoop in hell today, but you oughter seen itonet. Ain’t a forty-niner myself, and you got to make a good deal of allowance for what some o’ these old has beeus tell you. but they all do say it was a hummer before they stopped hydrauleekiu. “You oughter get old Nuggets to tell you somethiu about it. Ain’t you met Nuggets yet? Well, you should, for he’s about the only sight we got in town— only thing tho town brags about and p’ints out to strangers. Nuggets was here—or som’ers about here—before they ever did any hydrauleekiu—when everything was placer aud sluice miuiu. He’ll tell you his story. He’ll tell it without beiu ast. I’ve heard it so often that I know it myself. Ho likes to hear himself talk. “He was one o’ tho first to come acrost the plains—leastways that’s what he says—aud when ho got here ho just uacherally staid. He kem around by the old emigrant trail back o’ Lake Tahoe and into Haugtown. “Haugtown—you know, that’s what they called Placerville in them days— was a great place then. Meals was $3, and so was beds; whisky was four bits and two bits a drink 1 , accordin as how you wanted it, and flour was $10 for a small sack. Course, you know, most all supplies kem around tho Horn to Frisco, was boated up to Sacramento and team ed out to the mines from there. “Business was good in California in them days. Most every one had money, and it wasn’t no trick to get it. The cricks and river bottoms was full o’ gold, and any one could take a shovel, pick aud rocker aud wash out as much as he liked. Course that sort o’ thing spoilt the Argonauts, as they call ’em, or a good many of ’em anyhow—would a-spoilt most any one. “Kinder seemed to them that the supply would last forever, and they didn’t worry much and wasn’t particu- ler about savin it They was all about alike, and after a fellow had worked party hard for awhile and cleaned up a little pile he’d get to thinkin he needed relaxation, aud down he’d go to Frisco and blow in his pile. “Then he’d strike the trail for the goldfields for another stack o’ blue chips. “Course every one had a partner in them days, aud this here Nnggets had one by the name o' Wilkins. One day they kem into this town with a nngget that was a corker. Was as big as your hat—red cinnabar, with chunks of pure gold stickin ont of it all around. "The jeweler offered ’em $1,500 for it, bnt they wouldn’t sell it. Nng gets said there was more o' it where it kem from, but no one believed him. “Everybody thought that Nuggets and Wilkins had found a small pocket, and that was all there was to it, but some o’ these pockets are good enough for a pore man anyhow- "That night there was an awful windstorm, and two days afterward Nuggets was found comin ont o’ Rattle snake canyon over there plum oraay. h, v ■divid- specimcu was sold and t ed between Bill Wilkins and Nuggets’ daughter, who had to take care o’ him. Wilkins went ov< r into Calavi ras soon after that aud fell down a sliait about; 500 feet deep. “Well, time went by, and the law stopped hydrauleeking, and party much every ouo left the town that could git out o’ it, and it ain’t been wortli a d—21 seuce. “Nuggets’ daughter she married Bolt Hittel, who was a teamster and didn’t have much o’ it to do either. They was pore, but they managed to make a liv- in and keep old Nuggets besides. Course you know tho old man couldn’t do nothin but sit around and talk tho.su words I told you of. “Every one was kind to him, except. ' perhaps, Jake Openheimer, who kept tho principal store then. He you -ter rile him a good deal and josh him and ask him when he was goin to open her up, but I reckon he didn’t mean a great deal o’ harm. “Every now and then Nuggets ’ud wander over into Rattlesnake canyon and spend nigh on to a day there. When he’d come back, he’d be worse tuk than ever and go moonin around and savin those words: ‘Changed all the trees in tho Rattlesnake—moved ’em and mixed ’em all up. Might a-beeu a dream, but I don’t think so. ’ “ ’Bout this tune his little gran’son was growin up, and Nuggets began for to take him along with him in his trips to thecanyo.fi. Mrs. Hittel, she objected at first, but when she seem the boy liked to go and her father was dead set on bavin him with him she didn’t make no more objections. The boy used to say that while they was in the canyon Nug gets spent most o’ his time huutiu for something ho couldn’t find. “Ouo eveuin in the summer time, ’bout ten years ago—I was here then myself—Nuggets and the boy kem into town and gave it a surprise that it ain’t got over seuce. You can believe it or not as you want to, but he’d got back his mind all right aud talked as sensibly as I’m talkin now. Don’t believe he ever was crazy myself—just think he’d got his mind set ou one thing aud couldn’t get it off. “But he was purty near crazy with happiness. He’d an old rusty knife in his hand, and lie kept sayin to us all tho time, ‘ 'Twarn’t no dream after all, ’twaru’t no dream. ’ Seems when they was in the canyon the boy got to playin around and crawled under a big tree that ’ad been blown down aud found the knife stickin in it underneath. Course you know what that meant. “Well, Nuggets is all right now. So was his claim. He sold it for a purty nice sum to a couple o’ big mining men down below. See those smokestacks in the trees over in the canyon? Well, there’s a 14 stamp mill on the spot where that knife was found. “Bob Hittel runs this store we’re a-sittin in front of, and Bob’s wife owns her own housa Nuggets has a mort gage on about everything Jake Opeu- heimer’s got left, and tho boy—tho gran’son, yon know—he’s down below in business for himself. “That’s about tho story old Nuggets ’ll tell you when yon meet him. Some o’ it’s true I know myself fora fact, and I reckon, mebbe, some o’ it’s—well, you know, Nuggets is a Missourian and a purty good liar himself. ” The stranger arose, stretched himself, and, striding up the street, encountered the one legged druggist standing in the doorway of his store. “Great story I just heard,” said the stranger. • “Been talking to tho old pioneer?” “Pioneer? Why he’s not a forty- niner. ” “No, but he’s a forty-eighter. ” “Who is he, anyhow?” “Him? Oh, that’s Nuggets.”—Wil liam A. Tauffe in Argonaut 1 rona. i ed Che coupe at ’ station of that city, who spok the | German language. One had a news- I paper tacked under the leather trap i of his handbag; the other bought one of u station hawker through the car- . Huge window. Both began reading ' as soon as the train was well started on its way. and read with eagerness ' —a spectacle so common in north Germans, who subscribe for newspa- I pers by the quarter, and read them at leisure over a pipe, or not at all, that I instantly got a premonition of 1 something having befallen. •Tts war news,” guessed Blanche in a whisper. She could not control herself. • Is the news about the war, sir?” she asked aloud, addressing the gen- Wasted. A lad in one of the London board schools was found guilty of a serious in fraction of discipline and was directed by his teacher to tell his mother when he got home what misdemeanor he had committed. The next morning the schoolmistress called Johnnie to her desk, when the fol lowing dialogue ensued: “Well, Master Johnnie, did you in form your mother what refraction ol discipline you were guilty of yesterday and the reprimand and punishment you received?” “ Yes’m, ” was the sententious reply. “Well, and what did your mother ■ay?” “She said she’d like to wring youi neck for you. ” No more discipline reports were sent home to that mother. — Pearson’s Weekly. You can keep out yellow Ie< your system in perfect Bitters purifies the fever l>y putting Prickly Ash order. . blood, cleanses the liver and bowels, strengthens digestion, and en ables the body to resist the germs that de velop the disease. ik)ld by Cherokee Drug Co. THOMPSON & WARREN, Blacksmithlng and Repairing, Horseshoeing a Specialty. Shops and office on Rutledge Street, class work at living prices. Ftrst- tleman next to her. ‘ lias Havana } been taken?” Tho gentleman looked up and stared 1 with wonderment at the girlish inter- ! rogator. then answered, with tardy politeness: “No madam Havana! has not been taken ” His companion, whose seat was op posite made a warm comment: “There is no withstanding iron clads by old fashioned wooden craft. The Spaniards had no show.” “No show whatever,” answered the oth.r promptly, and with equal ani mation. “It’s mud pots against iron ones from one end to the other. The Yankees have wealth, numbers and ships all on their side. What I hope is that, before they cave in, the .Span ish will give them a blow or two which they will feel. Manila is only tho first encounter. The Spanish may make it square yet. “Oh, tell us what has happened,” cried Blanche. “Has there been a battle in th ri.’.lippincs?” Tho speaker turned. “A battle and the Spanish fleet have lost, if the dispatches are to be depended upon. You clap your hands, miss. Are you an American?” His exptesslon was deprecatory like his companion's, but only towards the subject matter; the little personage, he luncied, one could see that. Still, not even gal lantry can take a Teuton far afield from the post of his prejudices. So when Blanche answered: "Yes, 1 am, and am proud to be. The Cuban war is grand!” he could not resist replying in an unfriendly tone : “In what respect, pray? The United States are attacking a weak country.” “Weak in good, strong enough in evil things,” retorted the flashing eye and quick lips of his opponent. “With a million dollars to back them where Spain can’t count on a million cents,” sneered the Saxon, joining in the controversy. Blanche’s eyes steered like a bat tery around to him. “Why is Spain so poor and America rich?” It is because, she cried, “the Spanish have not labored while the Americans have. Four hundred years ago they started with all the wealth of the Americans. We had nothing. They have spent, while we have earned.” “The United States only wants Cu ba for itself,” ^he gave for a retort. “The Americans have fostered the rebellion in Cuba, or it would have been impossible for the insurgents to have held out.” “Of course; and of course the Americans fostered the rebellion in the i’hilippines,” mocked Blanche. "They fostered it in the mother country. They fostered it in the Netherlands. They fostered it in Mexico. Cuba is not the first of the Spanish possessions to rebel. The very Spanish themselves rebel in the mother country. If one rebellion is the work of the United States, all are. One is like the other, and all are alike.” “Quite true—quite true,” inter jected the other gentleman, good- naturedly. “Y’ou must concede, I tnink, cousin, that Spain, unfortu nately, committ d grave mistakes in its conduct of home and colonial af fairs.” He tried to divert his relatives from unbecoming demeanor toward a lady, while I was concerned for the dignity, of our party, and interferred to pacify our dauntless young coun trywoman. She saw through my in tention, however, and resisted. “I’ll stop of myself, in one min ute,” she declared. “Just let me say one thing more.” And, return ing to the enemy, she delivered a final charge. “In Italy the population is Cath olic; yet the people do not all side with Spain. The reason is they have some sense of freedom left. They fought in ‘48, when Germany did for liberty and a constitution. Now they are celebrating the 50th anni versary of it, and this war happening to be going on, they think with sym pathy of the Cubans who are fighting now as they fought then; for the same objects—a fatherland and indepen dence. The Italians force their king to take part in the commemoration. So do the Hungarians force Emperor Franz Joseph to take part in their celebration of the rebellion year. What do you Germans do? You let the year and its significance be passed by; let the government suppress its mention. You magnify instead the birthday of a king whose cabinet does its utmost to crush civil free dom ; and in a war between a depen dent people and its cruel tryant, you side with the tryant. Fie on Ger many ! Military successes have per verted its people. Once it rebelled ^ U * fr A ¥ n.m74 FTER suffering for nearly thirty years from dyspepsia, Mrs. H. E. Dugdale, wife of a prominent business man of Warsaw, N. 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