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TRI-WEEKLY EDITION- WINNSBORO. S. C.. NOVEMBER 20, 1883. "IWEARY." Weary of living, so weary, Try Ig to 11o down and die, To find for the sad heart and dreary The end of the pilgrimage nigh. Weary, so weary of wishing For a form that has gone lrom my sight, For a voice that is hushed to mc over F or eyes that to ine were so bright. Weary, so weary, of waiting. Waliing for synapathy sweet, For something to love, and to love ine And pleasures that are not so fleet For a hand to be hold on imy forehead A gliupse of the golden brown hair, F or a tejp that to me was sweet music Anid a brow that was noble and fair. Tired, so tired of drifting Adown the clark stream of life. Tired of breasting the billow, The billows of toil and strife, wisling and waiting so sadly For love that was an cutest and best, Willing to die, Oh! so gladly If that. would bring quiet and rest. OLAUDLA'S LOVEIS. "Marry her? No, sir." And Mr. Marshall Amberg, handsome, wealthy, thirty-two and a bachelor, shook his dark head with a deliberate and pro. nouinced decision. "Why ilot?" questioned young Dr. Lane, perseveringly. 'She's a nice) amiable, light-hearted little girl, though proud as a princess and pretty as a picture." The two friends were leisurely puff. i ng at their cigarettes in Marshall Amn berg's own particular sanctum, a cosy, delightful room upholsered in dark red leatier and cardinal cloth. A .fire sparkled in the steel grate, for the late May evening was chilly. and its cheery rays fell on well-stocked book cases darkly bright Turkish rugs and the thousand and one elegant trilles that in our modern fashion make perfection. On the crimsou-covered centre table a bronzed Mercury held a globe of light aloft over the latest and most tempting of magazines and periodicals. "Lane," caie a drowsy murmur from the recesses of the host's loung mng chair, "a pair of bright eyes play the mischief with you young fellows. I tell you a man wants something more than a pretty, well-dressed (loll for a lfe coilpanion."' This,"' warmly, "Claudia Denarks is not!" Pshawl the girl is a walking fash ion-plate. Why take her lifel Calls driving, shopping, the opera and balli Crowd all these -into one day and you have it. She'd make a blessed fireside cobis-dnioi.' There was an unpleasantness~n the short laugh tht followed for he' iew that. taarner ab ,ter wuet, -- UNtu" y of fashion, lie still cured a good deal more for her than all the logic of his well-regulated masculine mind could reason away. "By Jove, but you are a bat, Marsh! Beenuse a girl fresh from school, a beauty and heiress at that, elijoys with the keen, unblunted zo-t of a child the pleasiures so novel, you immtediately oh,) hang it, o! 1'm not sentimental" as the elder man muttered a word be tween his teeth, "but I do think there's a good deal of gentle, genuine woman liniess underlying that light, sunshiny manner of hers. Well," jumping up and flinging his cigarette into the grate, "good night, Marsh! Pleasant dreams of your ideal woman'" A swift, questioning fear shot through Marshall Amberg's heart as his friend stood before him in the mellow gaslight. Such a handsome, erect young fel low, with his easy, soldierly bearing aid his earnest, resolute face. Hair of checstnut browvn curled away from a broad, white brow; dauntless blue eyes hooked the world cheerily in the face, a dark mustacho shadowed lips curved and sweet as a wvoman's. "Could it be?" thought Mr. Am berg. "Lance," with a swift penetrating ginfrthe fair Claudia yourself." "11" a sudden wistfulness darkening tihe frank face. "Why, I daren't as pire Marsh. A p~retty ilgure I'd cut, a fellow with little miore than his prac tice kiieeling at the shrine of your black-eyed heiress If the case was re v'ersedl-well,"' abruptly, "by-by, old boy !" and Lance wvas out of the glow ii g luxury of his friend's royal bach 4 or quiarters and jolting city wards in the street car to his own uncomfortable lodgings. * * * * * * June camne, and with it heat intense even for the maonth. TIhie breath as of a furnace, blasting through the dusty city streets, was stifling, uneindurable. Sao the annual flitting began and Eu rope, the Catskills, saratoga and the thousand nminor Summer resorts grewv thronged with their fashionable merry city platronts. Marshall Amberg, lying lazily back in the cool green gloom of the Vene tianis, Silppig sherry and seltzer and carelessly gleaning the latest London "G rap~hic" with half-shut eyes, issued ordlers to his valet for a speedy depart u~re. "Just as well, perhaps, I'm not going to Saratoga this Summer," laughingly sighed this modern philosopher. "I might, in some rash moment propose to the lovely Claudia before I was posi tively sure that it would ho -wholly ad visab~le to make her Mrs. Marshall Amberg. When 1 return-by George! I wish I could forget the saucy little beauty."l Miss Demars went too, and with her the sunshine of Lance Lane's life. All through the hot, sweltering Summer weeks lie worked lncessanitly. "ini labor Is forgotfulniess," and( lie prayed for forgetfulness. But when August neared -its ~end and a valIant biatle had been fought with disease and city isery, wvith lis own heart sick ness, lie was but a shadow of his right stalwart self. "Take a rest, lad, or order you cof fi, said 01(d Doctor Walker, tersely, "and1( when you come back you canl have my practice." llis practice! That meant a cool four thousand per annum! So scarcely know ing what lie did, he packed his va~lse, replenished lisa pocket book and bought a ticket for Saratoga, Arriving there the cabman drove him to the best hotel. "Pliewl" loooking up at the big stately pile before him, "steep-bills here. Never mind, it's only once a yearl" In the evening he went out on the veranda and stood leaning against a column in blessed Idleness, From the long-lighted parlors behind hin came a powerful Teutonic voice chanting a wild song of Fatherland. A crash of chorus and it died. There was a rippling murmur of well bred appause. Then all the pleasant melody and silvery jingle of men's deep tones and women's sweeter. laughter broke out afresh. Lance Lane looked towards the brilliant background a minute with bright, mocking eyN "It is plaini to see you stay fox the Summer, my friends, or you wouldn't miss this breeze and moonlight." Even as he spoke a figure came softly through one long French window, a small slender figure in trailing lace draperies. A long scarf of silky Span ish lace was flung over her head and shoulders. She came slowly forward and clasped two little sparkling hands on the bal cony railing. Her face was in profile -such a lovely, childish face as it was, with its delicately chiseled features, its pretty, warm rose bloom, its vivid t scarlet lips, its eyes darkly brilliant as black diamonds. "Miss Demars, say good evening to t an old friend, will you?" She turned swiftly at the sound of I his voice, her whole face luminous, and t held out one fair, jeweled hand in gra- m cious greeting. "You, Dr. Lane! I did not know you were in Saratoga. Ai, you have been t ill" Y "Yes," with a queer, sad smile: "all N work and no play was making Jack a c dull boy." For an hour or more they walked to gether up and down the long pleasant balcony, and when they paused at last e to say good-night, all the white weari ness had vanished from Lance Lane's face. Something lie saw in the shy, droop ing eyes before him, in the soft rose blushes, deepening to carmine; some- t thing he heard in the low, sweet voice f thrilled his heart with new fire and s courage. How pretty she looked in l the white moonshine-how pretty. He bent till his lips almost brushed the loose lace on her hair. Breaking the old chain of reserve, l trampling beneath his leet the crumb lin rr'ers of\1Yank and wealth, he o srang 'as nao Y-ngW-wmQ bI} sweetest in God's wide world to the woman who loves her lover. a Three weeks later. In the New York bound train sat 1 Mr. Marshall Amberg. His summer i trip was over and lie was c6iming back a with the determined resolution-for 0 better for worse-to miarry Claudia h Demars. "I love her and I can't battle against cc fate any longer," lie told himself, de- . cisively. "Good heavonl What's 1 that?" a A horrible, ru mbling, shivering n shock! A sudden rocking, swaying b motion! A fall through space, confu- si sion, shrieks, darknessi p "Fell down an embankmenut!" head- c ed the next morning papers, and among n the paragraphs was the followingi: 0 "Much honor and thanks are due to si one woman, known and esteemed inl n our highest circles-Miss Claudia De- e mars "Throughout the agony and confu- 12 sion of the 'disaster she aided materially i: in relieving the sufferers by her quick 1: helpfulness and generous self-sacrifice. c "It was not discoverd till the last of g the victims had been remnovedl that she (1 herself had been injured, and at last t accounts was'unconscious from exhiau- t stioni. " But one little incidlent trans~piredl f away up in a lonely contry farm house ~ that the city papers never knew. C Into the presence of thme woman who ~ had so grandly proven the true nobility C underlying her higher, happier unaturo, fillied with bitter self-reproach and pas sionately dlecidedl j udgmeint, Marsh all ~ Amuberg came. lie did not see the shabby room, the dilapidated furniture, the tawdry pa p~ermg. He knelt down beside tho low, white I bed, where a frail helpless figure lay, and humbly asked her to be his wife. Love should be all loyal! All coinfi denit! Had lie waited and doubted too long? But even as he spoke the -door wvas flung wide open and Lance strode in aiid straight up to the bedlside, to the 9 p~aie little face lifted in such tender brightening at his coming. "My darling, my darlinigl" he caught her alnost fiercely in his loviing eager arms. "I came as soon as I heard mny own brave darling!" She looked silently at Aambherg. lie was answeredlI Pectroleum. This peculiar product-called a] "mineral" in the othicial documients,] because it is supp~losed to have beenii p~roducedl, geologically, from coal-i now constitutes one of the most im- t portant of the country's exports, It may not eventually prove to be a mine ral in any other sense than is implied . by Its being found ini the subterranean rocks, for it is not yet certain that it is] not produced from measureless midl- 4 ions of a minute marine shell fIsh that] once lived in the ancient seas. What- I ever it is, a prodiuct of coal, or of what was once i~ form of animal life, it Is < essentially made of carbon and hydro gen, and is provinig to be an invaluable addition to the world's possessions. It seems strange that this substance, 4 so early known, should have remained, ] during all these centuries, utnused except by some of time followers of Zoroaster, who have for a long time utilized naptha springs at Baku, on, the shores of the CJaspian Sea, to keepl) alive their perpetual fire. Jules verne. Universal ais is the reputation of M. Fules Verne, and much as lie is admir. id as an author, but little is knowi of is private life. To make his acquain ;ance it is better not to go to his plea. uat home at Amiens, where he would )e almost too deep in his work to re 3eive his Visitors, but to see him oi board his small yacht wheni he is cruis ng off the coast of France. You will, ,hen. beside the author, admire the nan See him walking the decK, now isscatain lying commands to his two now busy with sail and reef, ,is fine face lit up with evident delight tt the prospect of a long holiday on the lea, and .you will understand something >f the vigorous vitality which is the )re-emmnliit characteristic of all his vorks. M. Jules Verne is about fifty rears old; his hair and beard are turn ng white, and his once supple and ele ,ant figure is beginning to give way to comfortable embonpoint, but his in elligent face is still full ot youthful rdor. A veritable sailor does he look a his blue pea-jacket and leather sou' vester, not differing in outward ap tearance from his mates, whose adora ion of their Captain is only marred by uis indifference to flshing, a sport dear o their hearts. One of them, talking >f his master with enthusiasm and af ection, said with the deepest convic ion, "lHe has but one fault:-he does iot know anything about fishing, and Pelieves in a fish only when lie sees itat lie end of his fork. How can a man of uch superiority be afilicted with such defect?" The master, however liougli himself not inclined to share he favorite pastime of his men, does ot interfere with their pleasure, and vill often watch their operations when n a caln day tackle and lies are pro ced, and the two fishermion prepare or work, sometimes disturbed by a iocking remark of the Captain or gall d by his hearty laugh when an heroic sh1 returns to its elenieut before it can e secured. After a few months of such holiday ife Jules Verne returns to his home re reshed and strengthened for his win 3r's work, his ever-active brain full of resh ideas gathered in earth, sky, and 3a., "lie is but a story-teller." Yes, e is but that; but a story-teller such s Diderot had in his mind when lie udi, "Let us tell stories, my friends. Vhile we are telling them the story of fe is being told and we are happyl " robody ever escaped the fascination uid charm with which lie draws to him te and all who once enter his domin te as the Jiouy11mh1ms of Swift, but ways living, moving, breathing be igs, whose changing fate you watch itlh breathless anxiety. M. Jules Ferne's genius is such as to create an ifility of beings, which lie takes from 1 classes of society. "le, above all Lhers," says M. Claretic in the charm Ig little sketch of M. Jles Verne hi0h h Ia.; just appeared in the series of Celebrites Conteimporaines," "hI ias >lved the problem of making even the tost insignificant appear interesting, ad in the midst of a new world full of arvels and monsters we are imprcssed y the convincing truthtuiness of the .eno to such a degree that we, a rosaic generation of the nineteenth entury. lose all power of logic and can ot but believe in the truth and reality f his improbable--nay, iinpossible -enes. But however Impossible they lay seem, his steamboats, serpents, lepliants, locomotives, Indians, idols, i md monsters have spread over .Europe, een applauded at Brussels, exhibited i London,advertisedl at Vienna eager ,' awaited at New Yerk; and this not lnly for a short period of time: their lory is lasting, and thousands are still ay by (lay amused and1( instructed by lie fruits of J. Verne's rich imagina ion." Though dlestinmed for the bar .Verne soon foumi that the true field or his labors wvas literature, and after nveral attemplts to succeedl at the Ex hange or to emigrate, he devoted him nlf to his real vocation, and at the age f about thirty p~ublished his first vol me. The world-wvide fame %vhich rem its first appearance attended thme ournal Rtound thme WVorld in Eighmt; )a!/s, none of his other wvorks have eached, yet each and all of thgm have en devoured by thiousand~s of adven uire-loving readers, for the inamne travel r's instinct runs through all. To whom as not thme North Pole appeared the ery centre where all earthly interests re concenitratedl, wvhile reading T1he 1(drenturears of Ciaptain Ilattera s, The/u hildren of (Captain (Grant,, or L'The Un~'lishm at te North P'ole/ Who has met been far' above the clouds withl the dIvenitures of F"ive W ee-ks in a Balloont !'he Voyagq'e to thme Moon and two I housand AMites Betlo the Sea were as agerly read as M. Ju tles Verne's for nor books, anid each in its turn made dlmilrinig multitudes recognize ' more ully that the author's kingdom is the miverse, the surface and the centre of arth, inhabited as well as desert egions. With each newv volume anoth r, world is exp~lored, a world pepled vith strange, fantastic creatures whose rery absurdity attracts and enchants. 3efore beginning to write a new story if. Verne carefully studies the country vhich lie is about to explore gatherling nforimation on all possible bletails and lien clothing them in the garb of his >owerful imagination, Love, In most i the author's works, shines by its ab once. Queer scholars, full of fantastic deas, and hardy adventurers, such as 'erg usson, I1latterns, Clo wbonny flenarvaii, Pagauel Arronax, Captain Remno, Micelml Ardant, and Phineas toegg give rich life to his pictures; but Limong all the thousand unexpected >riginal details, love and passioni hid io room. -Charles Goodnight has the largest ~attle ranch in thme world at the head of Red.River, Texas. He began buying and four years ago, 270,000 acres at 35 :ents an acre. T[he price has risen to 12 an acre, Ho is stIll buying. Hie fontrol5 7100,000 acres. To enclose his ands 250 miles of fence is required. Lie hna 40.000 cattle. 1o Voyazo Oo.-ed u11. A small, black-eyed ld applied at the Mulberry street polico station, San Fran 0150o, for lodgi'g. H limped painfully as he walked, and his clothing was old and muih worn. He said he had arrived in Now York on thesteamer Egypt. To a reporter he told this sttry: "My name is William Keene and I am 16 years old. My father is Capt. Charles Keene, a music dealer and proprietor of a music hall at Mlarket and Third streets in 8-n Francisco. We reside at 1,515 Tartar street. 3 took a notion to to go to sea, and my father finally let me go, saying ue voyage would eiye me. I shipped as an f'tpprentice on the Snow & Burgess; that. A I Ivas a cabin boy, and worked out on deck, too. As soon as we got out to sea I was treated dreadfully, especially by ecoond Mato Lewis, who beat me many times, and worked me until my foet got so sore I couldn't wear shoes, and could hardly top on them. Ha only allowed me to sleep between four and flive hours out of the twenty-four, and on many nights made me wcrk right through." "HO gave me that punishment once because I hadn't foaud time to grind the coffee, he had kept me so busy at other things.' That night he made me grind coffee all night. He was just as cruel to the sailors and other boys. I saw him give the sailors black eyes two or three times. The first ma e was al most as cruel, but didn't do so much striking. The stoward, George Chase, who lives somewhere hero u New York. was as bad as the second mate, and I don't know whaL the sailors would have done to either one of them if they had found the chance. "Harry Brown, another boy, 16 years old, had worse luck, though, than I, for the mate pounded hm Just as much, and finally knocking him overboard and he was drowned. Harry Brown was from some place in New York State. He told me he gave some men in San Francisco some money to put him on board the Snow & Burgess the day she sailed. Both the mates were mad about it, and they made it as bad for him as they could. Uut lie had the .advantage of me one way, for he was four hours on and four hours oil, and could got plenty of time to sloop, while I was never sure of getting evon my four or five hours, and was sleepy and tired au tao time. "One day Harry Brown was upc n the rail fixing a sail when the second mate came along, and, finding fault with the way he had fixed it, struck him a blow in the stomach and knocked him over board, William Smith, the bo'son sprang over after Harry, One of the to get tihe life buoy, and drifted about a mile away from the ship. They put out a boat for him, but he didn't get Harry, though the boat went right over him once Just as he went down, Bo'Wenl Snuth never said much, but ho waskind to everybody, and I never saw him strike a blow. - The Captain hardly ever came out,. Bometimes he stayed in for days at a time. Ifo had a st ok of novels, and wias reading them all the time, "When we got to Liverpool the mate put me in irons below. I s'poso lie thought I would get ashore and tell on him. But some of the sailors told me they got even with him, for one night, when he was ashore, they got him into some scrape or other, had him arrested, and lie was fined thirty shillings. "The night before the ship sailed the mate took me out of the irons and put me ashore. Lie put my chest off with me. S me of the sailors had told me about the American Consul. I went first to a boarding hcuse, but it was burned in a day or two, and I lost my chest, with my clothmng, and whlat little money [ had. Then I went to the Con. sul. He took my story down ini a book with all about Harry Browvn. Then he arranged for my passage in the .Isgypt. I was treated well while I was on board of hier. I stayed for two or three days at Castle Garden after I got here." Diversionsm of1 Olub LIf. There is probably no club that has not its own pacuhiar game of chance. Some of them are very queer and unique. They always take p~recedence of such common games as poker, euchre pin-pool or odd and even, because they can be played withocut carda and with. out attracting attention. Uneofe these games wvas instituted in the Union Club in New York. ft was called "colored up and colored down." Th'luso who would play it sat in the club bow-window. Four men were a compliment. The game was regulated by the number of colored citizens that walked up and downi the street. -One player would take the pavement up on one side, au other down on the same side, a third up on the other side and a fourth doewn. If a colored person passes by during thle progress of the game it is lilo a winning hand at poker. Up or (town or either side counts for sonic one player and he rakes in the pot. This game was at one time such a mania among New York club men that colored processions have been turned I rom their routes and paid liberaliy to pass certain club windows in certain directions. On one occasion a club man paid $25 to the colored knights whQ were about to turn out to pass northward by the window. An other (lub man unearthed the plot and doubled the bonus for the same preces sion to go by the same window ini a southerly direction. These two men began a game of' 'colored tip and colored down ' and sat in the window sli hours waiting for that procession. Alas, uin forseen trouble lad developed about the finances and the knights did not turn out at all. This illustrates the game. It may be played by a mere novice with p~erfect success, provided enough colored people pass by on his side of tho street. Another club gameil ''crack-sep,''or "gutter-step," If there is a stretch of pavement in sight which is laid with broad stones instead of bricks It is cus tomary to bet upon the number of cracks a passer-by will step on. The number must necessarily vary with~ the length of the stride of the party passing, mak ing the game thereby an unertain one. If there is a gutter plate over a guttel in the pavement it is entertaining t( some to bet on pedestrians stepping or or over it. A curious fact is that uovei out of ten step on the plate and It hi necessary to give odds if you are betting open. Betting on corners which certain passers-by may turn is akzo a club pas. time. The color of passing horses is some. times made thE subject of wagers also, and betting on whether the collar of the next man passing is standing or turn down Is a cheerful diversion of the same system. At the table fly-loo is also an exhilarating recreation for the intelo. tual young men who find pleasure in such diversions. Each player has a lump of sugar before him, and If a fly lights on a lump the other players pay the proprietor thereof the staked per centage. Sueh are some of the games which beguile the monotony of life for club men. An Amateur Lawyer. A Yankee, named Mather, who had been for twelve years in an insurance office, was in Cincinnati, out of work, and living Onl ten cents a day. ie had a room with a certain Mrs. Sterne, and as his bill there was assuming re spectablo proportions, and he had no nnediate prospects of being able to liquidate, he decided to "skip by the light of the noon.'' That very day his landlady inquired, "Aren't you a law yer, Mr. Mather?" Quick as thought he responded, "Yes." "Well,'" said Mrs. Sterne, "I want to get your ad vice. My husband has left nie and wants to get hold of the policy of in surance on his life, which I have. Can he do so and sell it back to the con pany?" Mr. Malther examined the policy, and feeling doubtful on one poinit, told her lie would advise her the following morning. lie repaired at once to the law 0111ce of a friend, and in an off hand way gained the inforima tion lhe desired and the following day gave his iinal decision to Mrs. Sterne. 11 had then accumulated a few dollars and asked his landlady the amount of his bill. "Why, you are not going are you! I hoped you would board out your bill against ine for your advice." ."hiat's so, we lawyers can't advise for nothiiig. But I must go to-day. How much is your bill?'' "Twelve dollars " said she. "Well, you're a hard work ing little woinan, and, if you'll give mec $8 I'll call our account square, though I would charge anybody else $50." Mrs. Sterno handed over the money with ilany expressions of appreciatiol' and her guest departed-not penniless and owig for his lodgings, but free of debt, and having $8 in his pocket. The lwd'X'itofi'hottev.a.thaJm Jponnyv which he quickly rose to a position of atlluence, and almost his first act after becoming established in a biusiiiess yielding an income of $50,000 a year, was to hunti up Mrs. Sterne and send her a check for $10,000, with the story that I have here told. Of course the naines given are not the real ones, but this sharp Yankee is now a prominent business iai in a large New England city; andu the story 1 have related I liearl froinl his own lips. l1:4t sesaons. 'i ow often do the hat seasons change?" . "T wice a year. On the first Saturday im March and the first Saturday in September the seasons are said to open. ' "l it the deiands of the customers or the ideas of the manufacturer that inaugurate new styles?" "Iin rare cases te former, but gene rally the hatter. With most buyers our represenitations of what is in fash ion sell the particular hat we wish to dispose of. Of course there arc styles of which there are manly forms, allied to each other by a general resemblance yet each member of this 'hat family,1 if it may so be termedl, differs in so1m' particular fromn ev'ery other. Take for imatanice the still' hat with a mediun height, of crowvn and curved brim; here are the samples of seventy-six kinids of hats, all of which I have in stock, and 110 two are exactly alike, yet all may be saidl to bear aL general resemblance. One pattrlon imay' fancey a little wideri brim thani another, or a higher crown, or somc little peculiarity scarcely visi ble to trie eye. While the mamirmac tuirer sets thme styles alloait, we cater to the iindiv'idual tastes of patrons in this llinnner.' "D)o you not have custonmers who al ways wear the same style of hat?" "Bless me, yes! I have customers who have tradied with imc continuously for thirty-three years, and some of them imsist upon01 wearing ai style of liat of twenty yeairs aigo. They have lost aill interest in keepinig up with the fash ions, but put their moiiey cut for solid1 comifort and~ what will wvear. For one such patron, who wvould wecar nothing but ai wide, stilt brimmed hat with a six-inch crown, slightly peaked, I had a dlozeni hats maade a year ago from IL patterni twenty-five years out, of (late. Th'le old man~l bought, three of the hats, anid fell dlead soon after. I have the nine hats remnaiing, and, unless I can get ai contract for supplyinmg the in maIles of a lunatic asylumn, they will be prietty suire to remain in thi'cellar." "There are others who keel) UP with the changes ini styles, I p~resumne?" initerrupted1 the scribe. "Indeed, there are; they are the people we look for. There are hunim drcds of young fellows who think they muust have a new liat, every month at least, and we cater to their trade, for they take as much pleasure In showving oft ando ad~vertisin~g a new style of hat to their friends as they would a dia mlond~ ring. Like aL p~opular ballad or a piece of' music with ai jingle that Is whistled by the newsboys, a peculiar or eccentric style of "nobby" hat will often take like a countagious fever with the young bucks about towni, ando thme demand will exhaust the supl)y. Ini a month the fever is broken and you may never see one of the hiats worn in public.'' --Over one hundred and thirty million cans of tomatoes have beeni con sumed in this country within 'the last three years, it Is fkrured out. *An E'ye Ona im.~ Recently a man doinig business o Michigan avenue, Detroit, put a quar of kerosene in a jug, walked out to th crossing of First Street, and deliberate ly let the jug fall to the pavement. I was,of course,broken mito many pieces adofcourse. the oil Splashed over thi ston siewak. henthis had beei accomplished the man waited. In tw< or three minutes along camne a citizei who halted all of a sudden, stared lhare at thme spot, and called out: "Ah! Bomebody broke a jug!" "Yes." "Oil in it, wvasn't there?" "Guess so." "Probably let the jug fall?" "Probably." "And the oil was wasted?" "It was." "WVell, I declare!" lie gasped, as 114 passed on. ie had been gone only minute whlen a lawyer came along, i~e too, brought usp with a sudden jerk ,an asked: "Somethiing happened?"' "Yes." 'Somnebody broke a jug?" "Yes." "Ihnd something in, ehi?"' "Yes.?' "'Might have beeni turpentine, but smells like kerosene." "It was kerosene." "Ah! then I was correct." lie lingered unmtil the thirdl mani camei up. 'The newv arrival picked up the liauidle of the broken jug and remark. "'Bless me! but this must have been a jug?'' "It was." ."And it had ker~osenme in it,'' lie con tinued as lie rubbed his inger on the wvalk and Sniiffedi at it. . "It dlid." "Well, by GeorgeIlibut that's (Iueer!' ie also wvaited, anid a fourth man camne up and went through about the( same performanice. Thiein a lifth, sixth aind sevenith caine, and by and by there wvere thirty men in the group and imore coining ever~y moment. E~ach one pick ed ump a piece of the jug, looked it over;' snuifed at it aiid pi il olil expressiom of interest. andi onie man had asked if the coroner huad been niotified, when a polhceman puished his way ini and ask ed: "'What's this all about?'' "Why '" anisweredl the main w~ho had started tile affair, "'I pl~tsomie kerosene into a jutg and let the jug fall onto the walk.'' .Some of the crowd tried to laugh as it suddenly broke up, and~ some said they would pounid hmimi if they had to walt a w"hole year, while the ofilcer was lie goinig with that jug? Hlow caine it to break? What was lie doing with .keroseine? Why dIidn't thme jug containi miolasses? JIllI have ant eye on him.'' nonesM of thennpatn T1hie bones ot thme IBonapartes are scnt teredl far and wide. Italy holds many of their septlIlchires. Thelire lie Joseph amid Lucien, Paulime and Carolinie and Elizat. In Rtome and Florence hmas their dhumst mingled with the dlust. The ashes of .Josepine are at Iteuil. .Joro me,somietime king of Westphalia, found as governor of the Invalides, a tomb) close to the mausoleum of 'his great brother. An adopted Bonaparte Joacim Napoleon--"le itl Murat'" fillis a nanmeless grave. His corphse after his execution was huddled iinto a t rench full of quicklime in the wild, CJalabriani country. The Kiing of itonm was in terredl in the vaults of the Capuchins at Vienna; Mine. Mere was buried ini Rome; the bodies of Napoleon Ii1. amid the Prince Imperial repose in the quiet little Roman Catholic chapel at Chisel hurst, while the good and evil geniius of the race, the fouiider of thIs wvon dIrouis lamily, thme man who miighit hmav nmde his-country, and indeed the bet ter part of JEurope, prosperous, happy and~ free, but, who sp~readl, instead broadcast damh,devastatioin and h avoc, bloodshed and tears, and1( ruin and iirre mnedliable despair, sit tibers under the golden doime of the lavalide~s, in thet stately ceniotaphl, the walls of whicli are suplportedl by the twelve vi'ctories oi Prad ier-slutmbers t here, wi th thea cloak of M~'arengo and~ the swordl o. Austerlitz on his collin-slum bers thert on the banks of the Seine, in the mid'st of that French ipeople whom lhe profess. e(1 to love so wvell, but on whom hih monstrous ambition brought, in the end, nothing but ruin, dlefeat and hum iliattion-the dlisraLce of a foreigmn occu patlon, the restoration of a hateful dy nasty. The tomb of Charles Louis Napoleon Achiile Mumtt, nephew of Napoleoni Bonaparte and son of Joachmin Murat, ex-Kinig or .Naplies, the greatl cavalry genmeral, stand~s in the city cemmetery at Tal lah assee, Florida, Murat, owned [or mainy years a larg plantation in Floridla, In the cemneter at Baltimore has recently been crectet a costly monument, bearing the follow inscrip~tioni: Sacred to the memory of 1LIZgnETH, Dagtrof William Patterson, and wife of .J nOME BONAP'AnTEi. Died A pril 4, 1879. " After life's fitful fever she sleeps well." Norman Renels. Workmen emp~loyed in altering som< buildinmgs in Chiancery lane, Southmamp toin (London),recenthy came upon som< undoubted Norman Walls of chalk anic ceineint, with some tiling. .It Is sur mrised that this is the site of the firs home of the Knights T.Lempllar, a sur mise bornme out by the quantity of hu man remains that have also been found it being well known that the Knight removed ttoeir most important menu mnents to the Temple, leaving less im portant remains behind. Quantities o: old Saxon pottery, in fragments, als came to light. -Acident, fire and pestilence hav killed 7L,000 people this year. THE VERDICT t-OF THE PEOPLE. BUY THE BESTI Mit. J. 0. IBoA--Dear 8ir: I bought te arst Davis MachIneo old by you over fv ears ago for my wife, who has given It, a lon al fair l I am well pleased with it. It never gives any rouble, and Is as good as when first bought. J. NV, IOLICL Winnsboro, S. C., April 1888. Mr. BOAG: I oU wish to know what I have to say I in regard to the Davis Machine bought of yo three cars ago. I feel I can't say too much in Its favor. made about $80,00 within five months, at times running it so fast that tile needle would get per feet hot from friction. I feel confident 1 could not have done the same work with as much ease and so well with aly other machine. No time lost in adjusting attachinents. Tihe lightest running iachne I have ever treadled. BrotherJames and Williams' fanillies are as much pleased with their Davis Machines bou ht or you. I want no better Inachnie. As I Said before, I don't think too much canl be said for the Davis Machine. Respectfully, Fairliid County, April, 18L3. Mn. DOAO: My macnine gives me perfect satis faction. I lind no fault with it. The attachments are so imiple. I wish for no better than the Davis Vertical 1-eed. Respectfully. MRS. R. KILLING. Fairileid county, April, 1883. MN. I5OAU: I uougtit a iavis Vertical Food wing Machine from you four years ago. I am i ghted with It. It never has given me any oubile, and has never been the ieast out of order. It is as good as when I 11rst bought it. I can cheerfully recommend it. Respectfully, AIRS. 31. J. ICIRKI.ANIJ. Montlcello, April 30, 1883. This lI to certity that I have been using a Davis Verticil Feed Hewing Machine for over two years, purchased of Mr. J. Q. Uoag. I haven't found I S pJssessed of any fault-all the attachments are so miti ple. It never refuses to work, and Is certainly [he lightost running in the mnarket. I consider it a lirst -class ulachine. Very respectfully f Oakland, Fairfleld county, 8. . AI 15OAO: I ame weii pieasnau in every particut with the Davis Machine "ought of you. I think a irst.-cluss Inacine in every respect. You knew yott sold several illachines of the same make to ditl erent momibers of our families, all of whom, as far as I know, aro well pleased with them. Relspectfully, MAnl. Mt. If. Mu~r Fairild 'otnity, April, 1853. Tlhis 1ato certify we have nai1 II constant use the Davis Machino bought of youabout three years ago. As we take In work, and have made the price of it several Himes over, we (oIL't want any tietter nmchine. It is always ready todo any kind of work we have to do. No puckerigor skippin stitches. We canl only say we are well pleasel anlt wish no better ulachille, 'ATitRINI WYtI5 AND SISTER. Aprli25, ISS3. I have no ault. to imn with my inacaine, and don't want ily hotter. I have male tie price or it soevera times by taking lu sowing. It Is always ready to do its work. I think it a trat-class ma chine. I feel I can't say too mci for the Davis Vertical Feed Machine. Mnis, THoM AS SMITHi. Fairileld cotinly, April, 1883. Mt. J.. 0. IlOA-ilcar Sir: it givos me ntc:i pleasure to testify to the merits of the Davis Ver tial Feed Sewing Mlachine. The machine I got of you aboiit live years ago. lias been almost i con. slnt. tite over since that lime. I cannot see that ii. is worni alny, atnd has not cost mne one cent for repairs sie, we have hadl it. Am well pleasert anit doin't wvish for any better. Yours truly, lioniT. CnAWu'on, (iranite Quarry, mnar WVinnisboro 8. C. WVe have uiseil ilie Davis Vertical Feed Se wIng Machine for tile last ilvo years. We would not have any other make at any price. The maehtne hans giveni (is unlbounldehi satisfaction. Very respectfully, Mitm. WV. IK. TIiNsit AND D)AUOUTSuiI Faiieli coulnty, 8. GC., Jani. 21, 1883. iaving biout a D~avis Vert-Ical Feed Sewing ahiniie fromi Mr. J1. 0. 11ag somue three years ago, aind it having given me perfect satisfaction in every respuect as a aily mnachine, both for hea ty and llighit se wing, andh never nleededi the least re pair In any way, I can cieerfully recomamend it to any one as a llrst-clhus mlachinle in every partlcu lain, and think it second to none. It is one of the silimlest mauchinies miadoe; liy children use it witu all case. 'The attachmnents are mnore easily ad jusiced and it does a greater range of work by means of Its V'erticat Foeotl thlan any other ma chine I have ever seen or tusett. Mas. THoMAs OwD~os. WVinnisb-uro, Firfieldl couinty, S. C. We have had onie of the Dlavis Machines about follr years and hlave always found it read to do all klnds of wora we have iad occasion to doCan's see that tile machine 1a wvorn any, and works as welliw wtch ew. Mas. W. J. CSAwgoRD, .Jackson's Creex, Fairild county, S.'C. My wife Is highly pleased with the DavIs Ma chine bought 01 you. She would not take double 'wnat site gave for it. 'rho machine has not bo0on out of ordier since shle had it, and she can do anhy kind of work oii it. Very Respectfully, .AS. F. P as. Montleello, F~airfleld county, S. V. The D~avis Sewing Machine Is simply a fraaa ure 1Mas. J. A. GIOODwYN. itidgeway, N. C., Jan. 10. 1883. J1, O) IoAo, Esq., Agent--Dear Sir: My wife i . been usIng a Davis Sewing Machine constant-' ly for the past four years, and is has never needed any repairs and works just as well as when first .bought. She says it will dto a greater range of practical work send do it easier and better than any machine she has ever used. We cheerfully recomlmendt it as a No. I family machine, Your tru.y, _ JAB. Q. DAVIS. Wisboro, 8. C., Jan. 8, 1883. Mit. BJoAo: I have always found mny Davis Me. chine rettudy do all kinds of to work I have had 00 casion to do. I cannot see that the machine la .. worn a plar ticle and it works as weil as when new. Rtespectfully, Mas.. 5O. GoODIN. 8 Winnsbmoro, 8. C., A pril, 1888, Ma. BOAo : M wife has been constantly tailg the Davis Mach e bought of you about ftve years o ago. I havo never regretted buin i 1 i is always ready for any kind of famil se g, eithes iteavy or 1iht; It is never out of 01or needing. tepairs. V ery repo f, FaIrfield, IL 0., Marcb, 188,