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7-- - - a Ti- -eW---L Y EDI -T----O.. -....- - - - - -__ _ TW-WLEKLY EDITION- WINNSBORO, S. C., OCTOBER 16, 1880. THE GOLDEN SIDE. iero is many a roso u the road of life, If we would only stop to take It ; Ud many a tone from the better land, If the querulous heart woubt make it; o the sunny soul that is full of hope, And who o beautiful trut no'or faileth, he graia Is green and the flowore are bright. Though the winter stora prevaileth. ere Is many a gem in the ia-h of life, Which we pass in our I11- pl'easure, hat is richer far than the jewelod crown, Or the miser's hoard , treasure; t may be the love of a little child, Or a mother's pray r to heavon, r only a boggar'ti gra'.eful thauks For a cup of wa or given. ttor to weave in the web of life A bright and golden filliig, nd to do Go i's will with a heavy heart. And hands that are ready and willing, Thau to snap t ie delicate, miuto threads Of our ourious lives asunder, nd th n blame Heaven for taugl..d on is, And sit and grieve and wonder. After Long Years. "What is this, Burt?" "That 18 the mortgage of an estate called o Derby Place, Mr. Faxon, foreclosed ore than a year, ago, I believe." "Well, it's what I've been looking for. will take charge of the papers, and attend the matter soon. Down East, is it?" "Yes, sir." Mr. Faxon put the papers into the breast ket of his coat, came down the olfice tairs, and stepped into tWe glittering, pur le-huned phwton, beside his wife. The delicate Atablan, Mrs. Faxon's iorse, sped away out of the city con flues, and soon tossed his Jetty inane along the open roads, lined with gardens, ornate colleges and villas. "Going away again to-morrow, dear?" asked Mrs. Faxon, suddenly lifting her fair countenance, as she interruptrd her husband. "You seem to be away. all the time lately. Take me with you." Not this time, Violet." And Violet Faxon's husband fell. into a fit of abstraction, from which her smartest chatter failed to arouse him. They came at last to the Faxom man sion, grand and slmple, and fultilling its promise of a beautiful interior. Amid the white lace and crimson silK of her chamber, Violet was brushing out her long, fair hair, when her husband paused In the doorway, and looked at her sharply. Then he caie slowly across the room, and lifting the oval face in his hand, looked closely at the roseate cheek, pearly ear and curved lashes. "What is it?" asked Violet-"a freckle?" "No," he answered, smiling faintly and strolling across the chamber.' "You looked like my sister then-that was all." "Your sister, dear? You never told me about her, " said Violet. "No," lie answered, and said no more. Mr. Faxon bore no resemblance to his dehicate patrician wife. A little less than Ithirty-dark, strongly built, active, vigor ous, lie Impressed one as astrong character. If, with a remarkable rich comeliness of countenance, there were sensual lines, there was also a certain evidence of strong, good sense and a look of deop experiences. Mr. Faxon looked like a man who carried weight. lie was up and away at daybreak the next morning. An early train bore him eastward, and nine o'clock found him landed at a little station called Seabrook. The dismal little building was set In a field of clover, around which a road wound away among the mounds of verdure. After a glance around. Mr. Faxon took 'this road, and walked slowly along. The Srobbins hopped across It; the bobolinks sang in the trees over It. The unassuming white clover among the grass perfumed the cool morning air. He passed only a few houses, but lie ob served them attentively. They weie all old and humble farmhouses. Apparently, Sthis property. which had, by the foreclosure ofa mortgage, fallen to Mr. Faxon, was <not situatedl in a very rich or enterprising ineighborhood. When ho had walked nearly a mile, lhe ~came to a green dooryard, among wide Ispread apple trees, with a well-sweep among them, and a residence, though plain, more pretentious and comfortable than the others. There was a narrow, well-worn path mong the~ short grass and buttercups to the - rech, where a bitter-sweet twined Its tsrong arms. In a corner, undIer Jhe ver dure was an arm-chair, with a book on thet seat, and a cane lying across it-a gnarled, twisted cane of hickory, that Mr. Faxon looked twice at. The book lhe saw was the Bible. .fTer was an old lady with a sweet, addface, and snowy cap-strings tied un der her double chin,, knitting at a window near by, but his quiet step had not dis turbed her. Ho11 had, put his hand to the knocker; he took it down againi as lie caught sight of this placid face. ie stood there quite still Sfor several minutes. A gray oat caime and Jrubbed against his leg. Somne apple blos .2soms, floating dlowni touched his cheek. '~.At length the gentle lips moved *'~"Father," saId the mild old lady, "you had best lie down and take a rest." S "Such old peop~lel And I have come to ~take their home away," said Mr. Faixon. T her-e was a strong p~aini in his dark face *now as lie stoodl looking down at the porch 'floor. After a moment, lie stepped off the 4porch1 on the farther side, mind walked awvay under the ap~ple trees. KWhen Mr. Faxon camne back from his brief stroll, his presence, as lie cirossed the yard, was observed. -A white-haired old man, who hiad come to the open door and taken up the hickory stick, turned back hastily, with a few hur ried words, and the aged woman dropped her knitting and rose up with a paleness dropping over her face. But while Mr. Faxon hesitated on the por-ch again both camne to the (door. Sad, startled faces they both had, but they were civil. Their greeting was indly, as to a friend. "My name is Faxon," said the visitor, "I "We know who ye be sir," said the old man, "we know who ye be, though we never seed ye before. Willy you come in?" Mr. Faxon ste ppod across the whit. ball floor into the quaint, cool and comfortable sitting-room. The rough, blue paper, like chintz, o: the wall, some "honesty" and dried grass es in opaque white vases upon the high narrow mantelpiece unconsciously strucl his eye, while he took a seat, his mind wa occupied with other thoughts. "We've been long expectin' you, sir,' said the old lady gently. Her hands crossed on the spotless ging ian apron upon her lap, trembled a little, but the serenity of her manner was no much changed. But the old man's eyes swam in tears He rested both hands on the hickory sticl between his knees, as he sat in a corner and bending ais forehead upon them, par tially hid his face. "Yes, yest but it comes sort of sudde: now." said the old man. Mr. Faxon sat In speechless sympathy. After a little pause, old Mr. Derby look ed up and met his eyes. "Of course, it's all right, sir. We don' question your right to the place, but we'vi been sort of unfortunate. I thini so don't you, mother?" The old lady lay back among the cush. Ions of the dimity-covered chair. She ha a look of physical weakness Mr. Faxon ha( not observed before. She did not speak. Her husband looked at her attentively. A sudden flush went over his thin facc. "It is not for myself I care-it is her' lie cried, striking his cane violently upoi the floor. "She helped to earn this place, when she was young. There was no kin o' work but what them hands you see lyin so weary now in her lap, sir, was put to. She was up early an' late, always a-doin', adoin- fur me and the children. God nev. er made a better wife an' mother. An' now, sir, it's hard that she should bi turned out of her home in her old agel" "Hush, hush, Daniell" said the old lady softly. "The Lord will provide; and It's not long1 we have to stay in thi' world, you know.' "Willyoutell me the history of the place, Mr, Derby'" asked Mr. Faxon. "How did you come to lose it?" "it was ni(rtgaged, sir," said the old man, at last, "to pay the boys' college bilh:. You see, we had three children-Selwyn, toscoe and little Annie. Mother and I didn't have an eddication, but we said all along that our children should have; an they went to the distric' school an' then tc the academy-an' by-an' by we fitted then off for college. Bright, smart boys they were-everybody said my boys had good parts, Roc was always a little wild. I think mother, there, loved him better for that. He was more trouble, an' she clung to him closer because others blamed him, at times. Annie, his sister, was always s pieadin', too, for Roc. He played truante rnd he whipped the boys'who told (n hini; lie was always puttin' his bones in peril, in' twice he was half drowned-yet in pite of all lie was ready for college when Belwyn was, though Selwyn was steady as % clock. Mother and I had been scrapin' Logether for years and at last we fitted them )ff. "We went on denying of ourselves, for It was just the one hope of our lives to iave the boys graduate with all the honors; in' time went on, but many of the crops railed an' there came disappointment here ud disappointment there, an' failing to eot together the money the boys sent for ispecially Roe-we mortgaged the farm for ve hundred dollats. "They were nearly through, you see, an' mother an' Annie thought that Selwyn night be principal of the academy or some thing when lie came home, an' Roe would be a lawyer, 'cause he could argufy an' ipeak so smart in public, an' the money would be paid back easy. "But from time to time there came rumors I didn't like, as to how Roscoe was ap in his old wild ways; and at last it ame like a thunderbolt-Roo was sus pended and had run away to foreign parts. Well, I pass over that, sir; I tried not to -e too hard on the boy. Then Selwyn same home. He had graduated well, but. e had a cough. He didn't complain, but. Ir was thin and pale, and soon mother an' [saw that the child we had meant to rely n was an invalid on our hands. The hought struck me dumb. But mother was il energy. We traveled here with him, :e traveled there. We saw all the noted1 lotors East and West. We borrowed noney on the old place, and we never paid av back. I had made one or two pay nents at first, but they were but a drop in lie bucket. At last we brought Belwyn rome to die." "Don't Daniel," said the mother softly. "lie wants to hear the rest. There's nly a little more, but it's no better. An. ile was like Selwyn-good and patient ud delicate-like, too. We didn't mind .t at first, but her cheeks grew thin an' oo red; a cough she had from a child grew arder, and though the best doctor we ~ould get same early and late, it was only year after Selwyn died before we laid sAnnie down among the snows. Thank ye, lir. for your pity! Mother and 1 have shed nest of our tears.'' M1r. Faxon put his cambric handkerchief )aek in hris pocket. "Your other son, Roscoe, M1r. Derby id lie never come home?". "lIever! It's nigh eight years sinice we maye aeen Roc. He knew he disappointedl is; but that was nothin',-was it mother?'" "I never think of it," said Mirs. Derby, haking her head. "Perhaps-I don't. nuow-we took thme wrong course witi [loc. He was restless an' active, Hie was Wild, but lhe was lovin' 11cr voice broke. "Mlrs. Derby," saidMr. F'axon, "I find I now something of youre story already. 'our son. Rtoscoe Derby, who ran away at imeteen years 01(1, is probably living, and tmay conie in miy way to obtain sonic i [oremation of him for you." Tlh - old people hiad risen eagerly fron: ~helr seats; but he went onr, quickly. "M1eanwhuile, be at no inconvenience re ardling your stay here in your old home. 'our right to occupy it is unquestioned ir. iiy mind, and let me assure you that you will never, during your lifetimie, be re.. ~ulredl to go hence. There is the mort ~age"-he placed some papers on the table, -."the Derby place is your own.'? .ie rose, putting them gently back, as hey pressed toward him, trying to express -heir gratitude. "No-no thanks! Believe me, you owe le nothing-nothing!" -He took .ihis hat. The old man who was voiceless, wrung his hand. Mir. axon turned to bIrs. Derbyr, and taking mer soft, wrinkled fingers in his strong almn, bent low and kissed them. Then he urued toward the door, but ini a moment ~e had come back, a "Mother-fatheri" he said, "I cannot go, for I know you have forgiven me!" And the next Instant the strong man was kneeling with his head on his mother's knee. "After long years, mother," he said, as she stroked his temples with fond fingers. "I am but twenty-eight years old, but sor row for my early faults has brought sonic gray hairs about my temples." "And you are not Mr, Faxon, after all, Roc?" said the father with a puzzled smile. "Yes, I am, dear father. Five years ago I had the good fortune of gaining the good will of one of the wealthiest American shippingmerchants then in London. Hegave me a good position, and I decided to stay with him, and served faithfully in his em ploy, until juRt before his death, when naving formed an engagement with his only daughter, he gave his consent to our marriage, with the proviso that I would take his name and carry on his Interests exactly as they had been. To this I con sented, for In spite of settled habits and ideas, I felt an alien and alone; but mother, I have a good wife and the best of sons-a little fellow two years old, named Derby. Does that please you?" Ah, indeed! What loving old woman is not pleased with her grandchild? Soon the house was graced by the presence of Violet Foxon and the lovely boy, whom grandfather could not praise enough an grandmother could not fondle enough; yet it was sweeter, perhaps, to hear his moth er's voice whisper: "I like your wife; and do you know, dear, I think she is very like Annie? Amenities of flanking. A man having all the attributes of a tramp-bedraggled garments, unshaven and unshorn--stepped briskly into a Titus. ville bank and approaching the cashier's window, said: "Hope I ain't too late ?" "Too late for what ?" "You haven't closed the vaults yet, have you ?" "What's that to you?" said the cashier, as lie glanced over to where his pistols lay. "You see I want to borrow a five or ten to tide me over till I reach Cincinnati." "We have no money to lend." "Yes, but you have, though-when you know who I am. I am a delegate to the bankers' convention at Saratoga. Read an elaborate paper before the convention yes terday on 'The Rise and Progress of the Bank of England,' with a few off hand re marks on the coming crisis in American finances." "In your own case the crisis appears to have arrived," suggested the cashier. "In point of valuable information to bankers, my paper takes rank ahead of that submitted by Secretary Sherman." "We are not lending any money now at all." "I'm right in from the big convention," continued the stranger untouched. "Made a slight miscalculation as to expense money, and found I'd be obliged to drop off at Ti tusville and ask you for a V. I don't mind it, however, as I have always had a great desire to visit your beautiful little city and meet some of your solid men." "Perhans I should have told you before that the vault is closed." "Of course you have a five in your pock et. No? Well, then, a two will do. "Haven't a dollar about me." "Say fifty cents, then." "The cashier said lie didn't have it. "Make it a quarter." "Can't do it." "Make it a dime." "I'll not make It a red cent," said the cashier, as he moved about his business. 2 "O6h, you won't, won't you I" exclaimed the stranded banker, as he hitched up his forlorn pantaloons, danced about and made a feint to spring throuh the little window. "If I had you out here about two minutes and a half I would teach you some of the amenities of banking. You haven't a soul to save you, you wall eyed hypocrite, or you would jump at the chance to help a fellow banker In a delicate emergency like The cashier continued his work. After waiting a reasonable length of time, as if to give the cashier an opportun ity to consider, but which was not taken advantage of, the indignant stranger shook his finger through the glass p~artitioni, and saidl, hoarsely : "Here I devote you and your impecunious gang to the cloven tooted and infernal gods; and if I don't report you to the next regu lar meeting of the association, I'm a heard less goat," and lie stalked grandlly out of Iho bank. A Teamster's Dinner. Mono county, Cal., Is full of mountains, mules, teamsters and grizzlies. The latter roam contentedly about, seeking whom they may devour. Not long ago a Bridge port teamster, who had in charge an eighteen mule team and a heavy load of freight, was delayed several hours In lisa progress by a grizzly, lie had hauled the heavy wagon to the top of a lull and left the "back-action'' at the foot. It, being about dinner time lie left his team and re turned to the foot of the hill to take his lunch, and was seatedi on the load enjoymng afrugal repast when there appeared at the rear of the wagon a huge grizzly. The animal saw the-teamster on top and walked about surveymng the scene. TIhe man on top had no firearms, and was In a moment confident that ho was in a state of siege. To get off his load and run was folly, so he sat and surveyed lis enemy. The bear seemed to enjoy the situation, and was not at all worried. Occasionally he would sit on his haunches and look at the teamster, and then content himself by picking up the pieces of lunoh thrown to him. In the meantime the teamster grew nervous, fearing that it was "gone game" with him. Ils wife andi childlren in Carson were thought of, and the trip) to Bodie seemed dubious. Tho animal remained there about two ho~urs, and concluding that it was of no use to stay, walked off to the woodhed,hills. The teamister made for 'he wagon on the lull, and the few gray hairs that are now distributed among his raven locks are attributed to hisa interview with bruin. -ThI'e first watermelonR of the season in Dead wood sold at $1.25 each, -For nearly 800 years London bridge was thme only one over the Thames. -Henry Ulay's Kentueky homestead, Ashland, has boon rented at $8 per acre. The unken City. Who has not heard of the sunken city 8 that lies slately fair beneath the sea? Tom ple and tower and slender column and fret. ti ted palace halls lie buried in the deep, and the mariner sails over the spot, ignorant of the hidden glories underneath. Only, at sunset the bells from tower and minaret peal forth a wild sweet music that floats i faintly over the waters, and to him who listens comes a great longing to see the a mysterious beauty of this hidden city, j lapped ju the waves of Ocean. Still, asahe a lingers the desire grows stronger, a sweet, overpowering force urging him to descend through the cold, pure water, until with his eyes he can behold the lovehness that lies concealed beneath. If he is strong in spirit he closes his ears to the impelling q music and steels his heart against the yearn ing voice within. If he is weak or sorrow- a fiii or wide-eyed with hidden fancies lie a yields to the spell, and the sunken city d holds another victim, lying dead amid the beautiful desolation below. Lazily floating in a small boat were two men, one gray-haired and spent and worn, with a far-off look in his tired eyes; the w other young and strong and happy with the ignorant happiness of youth. The day t( was drawing to a close and the sunset gild- 1 ed the smooth waters on which the boat rocked gently, while both men sat absorbed in thought and hardly conscious of each other's presence. Suddenly the younger started. "Hark 1" said lie; "what far-off bells are those that b can be heard at this distance from the shore?" c( The other listened. Soft and clear and strangely sweet they ranr, now iying 4pto t silence, now pealing forth anew over the waters. Spellbound they listened as the B sounds swept by them on the evening wind. tl "They are the bells of the sunken city," C said the gray haired man at last, "and it must lie beneath us now.,, at In silent awe they both leant from the a boat and looked long and earneltly into the '( quiet waters. Clear and green they lay, : bathed in the radiance of the setting sun, hi and as they watched it scoined to both that the rays of light were reflected back from to gleaming roofs beneath. Intently they a gazed and gradually unfolded before their eyes lay stately towers and minarets, vast si marble halls and strangely gilded domes t and steeples. Between them surged fathoms a of crystal water, but underneath all was st still and fair and beautiful and shrouded In a mystery no man could penetrate. The sunken city lay revealed In this brief hour of sunset to the rapt watchers overhead. hi Neither spoke a word, but straining their dr eyes to see more gazed at the shadowy A beauty of the scene and listened to the wild, sad music of the bells. Strange vis- at ions floated before their bewildered sight, i and the deserted streets and lonely grandeur t of the buried eity told to each silent watch er a wildly different tale. The young man with glowing eyes be- d( held beneath him all his hopes and desires li reached and fulfilled. All that he worked i to possess awaited him in the sunken city, gr peopled with the shadows of those lie it loved, rich with the wealth he longed for, ,t teeming with the fruition of his proudest ul hopes. His life and completion lay there; hi if he would but take the step and reach it; and what should hold him backI And the other man older in work and disappointment than in years, saw beneath him in the sunken city all the past joys of his life return. Those whom lie had loved . and lost walked through the deserted b( streets, and his bygone youth, rich with the hi, hopes now dead, shone alluringly before his eyes. One downward plunge and he could hi regain it all. .i With a start both mien rose in the little beat ready to leap Into the waves. when suddenly with a faint echoing sound the music of the bells broke and died into si lence, and the glories beneath them grew d dim and indistinct before their straining eyes. Trower and turret and gilded roof h inclted softly away into nothingness, aind ih they saw only the lapping waters growing a gray and misty in the approaching gloom,a With a shudder the young man drew back from the edge of the boat. "It is over," he said ; 'ihe snell is past and night is coiming on. We must return to the shore without delay, and in the real world and following out my own life I will gain all ' that I have seen shadowved forth to-day. My ~ path lies before me and I am cager to treadT it. Let us hasten back." But the other did not heed him. His eyes wore fixed upon the water. Beneath lay hidden the golden vision of the past and lie could never hope to reproduce it on theli earth. An overwhelming yearning seized him. All that he valued lay in the sunkeni city and he would join them there. Tihere was a faint cry, a sudden plunge, and the young man sat alone within the b)oat as the twilight darkened into night,~ s The Old U. 5., lrmy. or Thue recent (loath of General Heintzelman naturally enough recalls the days of the old army; that is to say, the arniy of Mexico, wvhich thirty-four years ago crossed the frontier undler General Taylor and fought thi those brilliant battles, beginning with iin JResaca de la Palmnar, and ending with tie th capture of the City of Mexico. Heintzel- ly man was a captain then, so was Ridgely, pr dashing Charley May, Duncan, Sherman co and Bragg. Though they all did good sor- us vice, it is of the general oflcors we are ra writing. The roster of 1847 looks strange "I beside that of 1880, and many a name is PC missedi from time list. Scott's ashes sleep 1O beside the murmuring waters of the Hud. thm son at West Point. 'Twas there lie cc usually passed lis summers in the latter oil days oif his life. He loved the Military b Academy, though he was not a graduate) to. as well as he was capable of loving any- sn thing. Ghood soldier as lhe was, he at times loc was so austere and uncongenial, that even ti1 memjbers of lis personal staff avoided him. de And yethle could at times evince a tenderness gi of nature. Among some salient traits of he his character was one of never abandoning i a point or permitting himself to be proved af incorrect in a real or assumed argument. p' Trhere is a funny anecdote told of hiam ini p1 connection with a captain of one of the of companies of volunteers composing a h Southern regiment. The General was very an emphatic in his denunciation of the prac- de tico of eating warm bread. Hie contended cc (and no doubt with nuch correctness) that th bread should be eaten stale and cold. The o1 army on the moarch had of course to eat nc( hard bread or biscuit, there being no porta. nt ble ovens in those days. tc "Well," said the captain, who one day in visited General Scott in his tent, -rubbing he his hands in anticipation, "we'll soon be in to Puebla. GanoratlI asunnpoe in "Well, what then?" "Why, we'll get up the ovens and have )ne hot bread." "Hot bread, sirl Hot breadl" shouted io General, rising from his camp stool and raightening his towering form, while he Ktended his arm 'with a majestic air. No, sir; rather than permit you to commit ioh an Imprudent act I will stand over ie ovens with a drawn sword." 'lhe remark was so unexpected, and the )Cecti and attitude of the General so tragic Ist the captain in relating It said that for moment he thought the General was re Darsing some lines from a theatrical act. Next to Scott follows Worth. They ere friends until the quarrel at the taking Mexico city. Worth was a chivalrous oIdler, brave but at times cynical and fre ently severe in his criticism of others, hile lie was ever ready to answer person ly for his words and acts. He had a >ol, caustic manner of treating those he sliked, but lie was a steadfast and gener is friend, and where lie had committed a rong lie was quick to make reparation. eace to his ashes. Twiggs, who fought on the same fields, as a man of singular characteristics. Born Georgia, and a slave-holder, he was in nsely imbued with Southern instincts and 'ejudices. He was possessed of large ealth and always carried three or four of s negroes with him when lie was in the 3ld. Ills cuisine was excellent, and it as always a pleasure to dine at his board. e was a warm and constant friend, but a ttei hater; and when he had occasion to irsue an enemy, lie was relentless and iuld be cruel. Ridicule was a weapon at he used unsparingly. lie was a nas r o1 invective, and his profanity, even in .e midst of action was at times revolting. rave to a fault; he spared himself as lit as he did lils command. He always timated the volunteer element of the my below its true worth, and the field lcers of the same were generally the ibject of his sarcasm. Lie rode a bay >rse that had a white spot on his tall, and is he had dyed black and laughed at iself for doing so. No man loved to rment others better than himself. He ok a savage pleasure at times in making hers miserable. Twiggs belonged to the "Army of Inva >n, " that is, lie was on Taylor's line in e beginning of the war. One day when l'mngr train of wagons was toiling up a -ep hill at Caiargo, and the mules were raining their utmost on the traces, lie >ticed a teamster who was carelessly ilking beside his anhals carrying in his Lud a small switch, while the rest of the ivers were furiously cracking their whips. 3 Twiggs eyed the luckless man, his ire is raised and he launched a torrent of use upon him. "Come here, Colonel arney," he cried, "and help me curse is rascal." The teamster aroused to his peril, and tping to atone for his supineness, stooped iwn, aud picking up a stone, hurled it at B mules, striking one of them. In an stant Twiggs was off his horse, and asping a stone took deliberate aim, sent flying through the air, striking the teAm. ur fairly in the back. The man threw his arms with aii "eli!" as he looked hind him and saw the General. "Just what the mule would say, my an, if lie could speak," remarked Twiggs oily, as lie mounted his horse and rode Vay. After the battle of Contreras, as the ght was coming on, Twiggs was reclining neath a tree. with lils orderly holding a horse. Just then General Pillow came > in great uneasiness of mind. Duncan's ,ttery was reported to be captured, and belonged to Pillow's command. Pillow is almost distracted at the thought of is calamity, and appealed to Twigsa to t his opinion as to whether he thought e battery was lost and what lie had better iunder the circustances. "I think it quite likely the battery ,s been captured," repllied Twiggs, turn g over on his sIde, while his eyes emitted inalicIous satisfaction. "Hleaven!" ejaculaied Pillow, "what all 1 (10?" "Better send out a regiment to look for " rejoined is persecutor. '-Ohli if I couild only find General Scott," Dained Pillow, wringing his hand.. "Can su direct me to lia headquarters?" "Indeed, 1 can't, General," returned wAiggs. "Won't you assist me to discover it? I Il take it as a special favor," continued 'low. "Why, certainly," replied Twiggs, who *d now tormented the other snficiently. )rderly, my horse." Mounting, he rode forward with Pillow his sidle and in ten miinutes was at mott's tent. Duncan's battery had been to all the while, and Twigga knew it. As a story-teller Trwlggs had few muperi a, and lie always had a sup~ply of tough rns at comnmandi. An Acadian Courtahip. The wooing must be done at balls, or in a presence of the family. Flirting being practicable, It is always und(erstood that a wooer means marriage, and consequent. he eagerly avails himself of the few ivileges decemned by the rural Mrs. Grundy naistent with thme proprieties. These ually begin with praiicing, caracohing and eing lia horse on the road in front of his elle'a" dwelling-place, lie repeats the rformance as often as possible, and en ys It immensely. The more spectators, a greater his delhght. The sweets of urtahip are necessarily expended on the :I folks. Macaboy snuff, a la vanillo, a ttle of aniseitte, etc., for mnaman, go far ward making the course of true love run mooth. With the okd gentleman, tact at ming half-dimes at play is equally effec re, always provided the lover comes un r that comprehensive description "bon rcon." While thus courting thme parents, avails himself of every opportunity to ike "sweet eyes'' at the (daughter, and, ter a few weet~s of such wooing, pro. ses 'rho bL~f-rooml is generally the ice; when the pleasurcable excitement the waltz has reached its climax, while r slender waist is encircled by his arm, d her head almost leans upon his shoul r, then comes the opportunity. If the y maid favors his sut, lhe instantly seeks e approval of her parents. With that, .e might think the affair settled. But ~; he must obtain time permission of the merous relatives of. the bride-elect, oven the cousins,. who may be of no special portance. Dressed In his nattiest suit, proudly prances round on the grand ur, and formally asks the consent of each tunrn. A Conseientious Vlerk. A Galveston grocer has been observinj for some time past that a great many o his Customers had quit him, and wer trading at a rival store over the way. H< also noted that one of his clerks, who ha< been c-nverted at a revival, rarely sue ceded in selling any goods at all to a cus tomer. He had formerly been a very eficien clerk in seilling grocerles,hence the proprie tor was very much bewildered. On a certai the morning proprietor came down befor the clerk made his appearance, and hidinj behind a stack of boxes of Blue Jacket'i Liver Encouraging bitters, waited patientl for developements. Presently the cler came in, put on his apron, dusted off th4 counter, whistling "From Greenland's Ic3 Mountains" as he did so. It was not lonj before a wealthy lady, whose custom rat up into the thousands annually, came In, and asked the clerk if he had the celebra, ted B No.8. sugar. He replied that they had, showed her a sample, and she said shi thought she wouldtake one hundred about pounds. The conscientious clerk looked at thi lady very earnestly, and asked: "Are you prepared to meet your Maker? The lady stared in blank amazement. "[ want to know if you have famlly prayers regularly and if your family an fully prepared for a blissful hereafter be. yond the grave; for if you are not you don't get the sugar, that's all. There it enough chlorideof tin in one hundred1 oindi of sugar to kill the last one of you, and I don't want anybody's blood on my hands, particularly when they are leading wicked lives and are not fit to die," and he put the cover on the sugar barrel and strolled out to the door whistling "Old Hundred.' The lady flaunted herself out of tih store, her face as red as fire, but it wa: not any redder than that of the proprietor, who was only waiting for an opportunity to rend that clerk limb from limb. For. tunately several customers came in, and the proprietor drew in his breath, gritted ids teeth and waited as best hIt could for the hour of vengeance to strike. "Have you got any claret-genuiut French clarett" "Who do you want it for?" "I want it for a friend of mine out Iv the country." "Has he got a good constitution?" "No, he Is in feeble health, and I want to help build up his system." "We made our genuine claret ourselvee down in the cellar. The proprietor attende to that himself. Of late the infusion of log -wood and other dye-stuffs we get fron the druggists have been of such poor quali. ty that our genuine claret won't do for ne to recommend. I can't conscientiously do so. You had. better let your friend die a natural death." The man said he was much obliged for the information, but the clerk said lie was only dolg his duty. and whistled, "When I can Read My Title UClear," as the cus. tomer strolled off. Other customers flocked in, but he firmly refused to sell them a dime's worth. le explained to a cadaverous-looking wonat that her dyspeptic appearance was due to the China clay in the flour, and the glucose and sulphuric acid In the golden syrup she wanted to purchase. Another lady wanted tea. The good clerk said: "Madam, it you were to drop dead and wake up where there is weeping and wailings and gnashing of teeth. I could never sleep at night afterward. You could not buy a pound of tea at this establish ment for all the wealth of the Indies The color of the tea is produced by Prus sian blue, which causes ossification of the valvular system of the heart. I can see by your leathery complexion, that is caused by the tannin in tea, that you are not long for this world. How do I know you have made your peace with heaven?" "Got any good coffee?" asked a fresh customer. We have some beans faced with phos phate of calcium and muiphate of barium, but the man who gets any of it has to show a clean bill of health from his spiritual ad visor." There was no trade with that man, either. Finally when there was no customers in the store, the interview between the en raged storekeeper and his clerk took place, but the clerk so impressively warned the grocer-with an ax-handle-not to approach too close unless hie was prepared to go home; that their business relations were dissolved by mutual consent. The moral of all of which is that things are not always what they seem. Dry Weather. Jesse Greening tells a story of the dry weather in 1833. lie says: "Wall, sir, they hed'nt been a drop o' rain since th' 17th o' April, an' then t'were the 4th 0 August, an' all th' water that were left in the Del'ware were lyin' into pools. 'F course all th' fish what was in th' river to theL time was crowded into these holke, an' they were chuck full o' perch an' pickerel an' catfishes an' sich an' bimeby, as the water kept a-gittin' lower and lower, some o' th' fish got crowded clean out o' th' water by th' fish under 'em; an', sir, I hope I may drop in m' tracks if on sev'ral occasions I didn' see th' fish crawl up on thi' big rocks In th' river early in the even in', jest so as to get th' moisture from th' dew when 't fell. Yes, sir, thet's the gos pel truth, an' for over a dozen nights i've sot on shore an' act'lly counted as high 's a million fish, qpthin 's shaddors, a crawlin' up on th' rocks to git th' coolin', evenin' breeze, an' to catch th' dew as 't fell. Now, I know most on ye'Il think I'm a-stretchin' that story a little, an' ye, some some o' ye, may feel sorter del'cate 'bout expressin' yer opinion 'bout 't, but I swow thet's the truth. fer I never lied, bean' like G~eorge Washington, an' I'm too o1' to coin nence lyin' now, being nigh onto seventy two years ci'. Gardena in China. Around Shanghai lie 50,000 square miles which are called the Garden of China, and which have been tilled for countless gelnera tions. This area is as large as New York and Pennsylvania combined; it is all meadow land, raised a few feet above the river-lakes, rivers, canal, a complete network of water communication; the land is under tha highest cultivation; three crops a year are gathered; population so dense that wherever you look you see men and women In blue pants and blouse, so numnerous~ that you fancy some muster or fair comin on, and all hands turned out for a hcliday. No one can deny that the Chinese are an mdntatriana neonle. BRIEFS. -A pint or water converted into f steam tills a space of about 1800 pints. 3 -The first utel in the United States 3 was fought at Plymouth, Mass., In 1651. -Victor Emnanuel was born in 1820. - Hmoinoert, the present king of Italy, in - 1844. -Capt. Kidd, the pirate, was arres - ted in roston and sent to Nngland in 1099. -The air we breathe contains five grains of water to every cubic foot of bulk. -uiissia has 050,000 hereditary nobles and 380,000 whose titles expire with them. -Dore has finlhed "Moses before Pharaoh," one of his greatest produe tions. -The health of the Empress of Ger many causes renewed anxiety to her family. -Theodore of Samos invented keys and first used then about 730 before Christ. -The Kremlin was built at Moscow In 1370, burnt down in 1812, and re built. In 1810. -A Scottish fisherman has found a faultless pearl, which weighs twenty three grains. -,l'he Egyl)tians made glass and colored. it beautifully, 3,000 years before Christ, -The number of optie nerve fibres is 438,000, and of retinal cones in each litiian eye 3,300,000. -God fish were first brought from China t England in 1091, and were then a great, curiosity. -It is estimated the shipment of peaches from Delaware this year will reach 3,532,500 baskets, --The present Is the twenty-fourth Presidental election since the organi zation of the government. -The reduction of the public debt during August was $12,027,109,59, and during July $5,570,053,41. -T 10 walnt acreage along the North ern Pacific Railroad is about 10,000,000 against 6,00U,000 last year. -It is Ctimated that MichAgan has 110,810 farmns, and produces 18,000,000 bushels of wheat per annum. -The honey crop of 1879 was reck oned a light one, although it has been estimated at 25,000,000 pounds. -The provinee of Buenos Ayres possesses 5.1,000,000 sheep of which 13,000,000 belong to Irish settlers. -There are 000) fugitives from jus tice in Texas, 1000 of whom have had the misfortune to commit murder. -Nebraska's population in 1855 was 4404; in 1800, 28,841 ; in 1870. 122,993; in 1875, 246,280; and in 1880, 452,542. -re French revenue of $000,000, 000 is asserted to be the largest ever received f ron a population of thirty-six i11110us. -in France the children attending 30,000 primary schools, in the rural districts receive instruction in the cul ture of the soll. -It will talke $3,000,000 worth of bags to prepare California's wheat for shipment this year, and $15,000,000 more to carry it to market. --Although paper collars have to a great extent gone out of use within the last ten years 200,000,000 of them are now manufactured annually. ' -Princess Louise, it is finally stated does not dislike Canada, and after her stay at larienbad, and her visit to Scotland, she will return to America. -The Department of Agriculture reports the niumber of hoos in the United States th is year as 85,036,100; last year, 34,700,200, and In 1878 at 12,202, 500. --Up to July 20, 1880, the United States Government has issued 230,388 patents for inycntions, not including re-issues, designs, trade marks, or lab 3ls. -Mrs. Susan J. Henry, widow of the * late Captain Patrick Hien ry, last survi ving grandson of Patrick Henry of Revolut~ionary fame, dIed a few lays ago in Washington. -The North Chicago rolling mill, in the year ending July 1, earned $5,172,a 523, which left a net surplus of $1,342, 807. The company Omloys 5000 men, andi paid out for labor last year $1,745, 927. -California expects to export from the crop of the present year 700,000 tons of wheat. Oregon calculates on a surplus of 150,000 tons over last year. or a surplius for exportation of 275,000 tons. -TIhe London Society of Civil Engi neers have awarded the Tralford prize to Mr. .Joseph M. Wilson of this city. The thesis which scured the prize was on the subject of the "Monongahela Bridge." -A steamer has left Bayonne with a couramIsslon of English and French savants, who are to explore the depths of the Bay of Biscay and investigate the great submarine valley along the Span ish coast. -he number of' hogs slaughtered at Cleveland since Miarch 1, is 178.854, nearly three times the number which have been slaughtered in Clncinnati In the same time. Th'le number in the latter city Is 60,500. -Four thousand dollars' worth of 4 lIquors, syrups, soda water, sugar', le brushes, soap, and perfumes were used in behalf of the Chamber of Deputies at Rome, d urIng 1879, andt duly chargeA in the budget. Thelm soap cost only $5. Women and children are employed In tolerably large numbers in the Eng lish mines. Out of 18,795 persons engaged above ground about the metal lilerous mines, 2193 are women and girls, and in addition there are 317 males of the tender ages of between 8 and 13. -Th'le late Miss Neilson was not very wealthy. T1he real estate she bought in New York so declined in value after her purchase that it was not worth the amount that had been left on mortgage by the vendor, During her last two tours in this coun try she Is said to have made about $150,000. -The Santo Domingo Government has presented to the town of Pavia a r hand ful of the alleged remains of Columbus, consisting of small frag ments of bones and dust inelosed in a glass ball and sealed by the Archbishop, whose secretary was the bearer of the rello. It has been deposited in thex Li Univrsit library,