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y ll? I jr M. .Wi ^ ititi* LAURENS C. H., S. C., WEDNESDAY, AUGUST If), 1885. NO. 3 A Desper?te Thought. "What if thero |H no God!" Tho drondful tUMR Took hideous shape within my mortal brain, Then instantly my ?haro of mortui pain Pressed heavier on my heurt. Like ?orno seront blot, Hurled out on ?pnce, ?orno blighting useless spot Hocking with tears and bloodshed, greod and rain. This sorrow-laden world scorned mudo In vain, And but a ghastly Jest, man's anguished lot. Tho universo contracted on my sight, Down to tho limita of n prison pen 1U ono dark door, an opening In tho sod. I flung mr arms up heavenward In affright. I or sudden madness menaced me-and then I cried aloud, "Thero is, thero is a Qodl" -Ella Wheolor Wilcox. MISTAKEN. Thoughtless Word* nnd tho Results They Wrought lu Two Young I.Ires. A cool brcezo blow up from tho river, lt played ?mong tho reeds and tall Sasses oft the bank and ran lightly up o 8lopo toward the white mansion on tho hillside, fluttering thc vines that fringed the wide piazza where a group of j'oung girls sat chatting, resting, or busying themselves with dainty needle* work. "Whet a delicious breeze!" exclaimed Florence Freeman, rising as she spoke. The slender, thoughtful-looking young man reclining unseen in the depths of a large easy chah just within one of tho long windows gi anee<l up from tho . page? of a hook in which he had been absorbed, and his ?lark eyes followed her graceful figure admiringly. "It seta nie wild to bo doing some thing," slie continued, pacing up and down the long porch. "Do you know, ?rirls." pausing abruptly, "we're a set ??Sf si aves P" "O, Florry?" exclaimed a laughing ">n.oo, "now don't give us a lecture on woman's rights!" "Never fear; that isn't what I was mtnkiug of. We are hindered by cir cumstances from being and doing what sro feel is within us to be and do. "Listen, girls," interrupted another -dice, "Florry is on her high horse. Now wc shal? see some prancing.'1 "Laugh away," returned Florence. "I'm in earnest. Why must we, bo Miusu we happen to have drifted into a certain channel, or because a particular course is marked out for us by friends, drift on down the stream or keep on in tlie same course to tho bitter end, even though wo must smother tho best there is in our natures in doing so?" Intense feeling emphasized her words, and her unseen listener found himself wondering what personal experience had prompted them. Amy Gray lifted her eyes. "Duty is often unpleasant," she said, "but it is best, after all, to have a settleil plan and purpose and cling to them through everything. Think what a chao? would result if wo all followed our own inclinations, and, worse than that, whatever might for tho moment bo om ruling passion." Florence did not answer for a mo ment; her eyes wero roving across tin wide swoop of tho river, where a whit? sail glimmered in the afternoon sun shine. "O, yes; thero must bo plans, o: . course, and they must be carried out, ol nothing would bo accomplished. Bu take special cases. There, is cousin Dora for instance. Why must she givo uj iior painting to marry Fred Ixmg, mero By bocauso sho promised to when a men child, and didn't know what she want odP Of course I don't say anythinr against Fred. Ho is good as gold, bu ho can't appreciate her talents. Why he has liegiui to interfere with iior pinn: already. Says sho works too steadily and wants her to givo up some worl Mho had undertaken in order to bo mar ried soonor. She only laughed over it Of courso she wouldn't say anything but wo can all see sho doesn't lovo him How can she, when lie has no svmpath; with her on that subject? Now, wh] can't sho say so, and bo free?" "Slio feels her responsibility," sail Amy's soft voice. "She knows how de voted Mr. Long is to lier." ___________ "Sh-h! here she conies," whisperei Edith Stanley as a bright-faced girl flirt tered up from tho gardon, liko a daintj white butterfly, and perched herself 01 tho stops. A dead silence fell on tin group for a moment, and then Don turned her laughing face toward lie ?.ou-.ii,: "Go on, Florry. You wero giv lng a locturo, weren't you? I could bea jou "orating,' but couldn't catch a won of tho discourse." "It's endod now," said Florence cool ly, mentally resolving never to bo s< careless again in mentioning "specia cases," "and unless soino one bas takci notes you can never hope to know any thing about it, for it was quito im prompte." And, taking lier cousin' arm, she marched her up and down Iii piazza humming a gay air. Meanwhile, within tho windows th young man sat motionless, his tingo ?till between the pages that only a fo\ moments ago hold him spellbound, al though his world had fallen in ruii Around him sinco Florence liogan he "lecture." Outside the breeze ranj among tho tree-tops and ruffled th shining bosom of tho river. Tho Augtu sunshine lay mellow on tho grass, br he heard nothing, saw nothing. The tea boll rang suddenly and stan ed him out of nU meditations. Th girl? disappeared with much chatter an gay laughter, and he rose mcchanicall and walked like one in a dream dow through the garden and on into a littl grove beyond, his ono thought to h alone where no human oyo could ad to his torment with its questionin glance. There, under the trees, whet he and Dora played in childhood, h . alkod to ant fro, ono sentence ri nj lng in his ears like a sentence of doon "We oan all see she doesn't, lovo him. lt waa hard to come down from tho pb Dade where he had Imagined bimse crowned king of one heart. Whon Dora, only 16 then, hsd give bim her hand so confidingly as the walked together In this very grove only it was morning then, and snrinj time, and the air was Ailed with th normt of wild crabapple blooms, and sh wore them at her throat; how plainly h could see her now, all in white, and tl pink of her chook so like die dainl blossoms- he had taken the gift ni questioningly, and no doubt* had ov< assailed him. He knew her dovotlo to art and wa? proud of her success, bi lb? had never dreamed that lt would t ld* rival te hjreffa*tiop> "Huvc I boon so blind P" ho questioned. "O, my little Dora!" Something must bo done, and that nt oneo. Should ho go to Dora and ask ii those things wero truoP That would bo I like saying "Havo you been deceiving me all theso ycarsP Ho could not do it. Ho must walt, with v/hnt patience ho covdd, until ho could decido for him? self. Ho was very thankful that Dora had not quito decided to be married in tho fall, as that would bo ono test ho could put her to. It is something to havo an idea that can bo neted upon at once, and ho retraced his steps toward tho houso with this ono purpose in view. How shall ho lind a minuto in winch to speak alono with DoraP Ho feels that ho cannot bear tho suspense until another day shall como, and tben mutters to himself, "Fool! what if it must inst a lifetime? What if I am novor to know?" As ho roached thc piazza a girlish voice cried out eagerly: "O, Mr. Long! whore have you been biding yourself r1 and in an instant lie was surrounded by a laughing group, who seoldcd and questioned with SUCH vivacity that their victim found it unnecessary to say a word; it was. in fact, quite impossible. Then Dora rose from the piano. "Here, Dora!" called Edith Stanly, "here is the deserter. What shall ho done to him?" And they led him be fore his bright-eyed judge. Dora bael never before seemed to him .just as she did at that moment-so far away,as if a great gulf were fixed between them. He could scarcely believe in ber bright looks, everything seemed so un real, Iiis lifo was so shaken to its foun dations. It was only by a great oflbrt that he aroused himself to make some commonplace excuse. Dora's first careless glance at his pal lid face changed to ono of alarm. Tho light from an open window fell upon it nial she saw its deadly pallor. "Why, Fred!" she cried, "you careless boy! You will bo sick again. Como and have some tea." And she led the way to the dining-room. How ho longed to say, "Come Dora, I have something to tell you," and then, having her all to him self, pour out these miserable doubts and fears in lier ear and so he free from them. Hut no; herc was this crowd of chattering girls-besides, she must not know ho had such doubts. Even if she said, "I love you," could he bo sure she was not saying it because she believed it to bo her duty. And so ho finished tho evening as best ho could, and all night long ins heart tormented him with ceaseless questionings. Several days passed before ho found an opportunity to speak alone with Dora. Thc house was lilied with a number of young guests, and Dora must be every where. Fred Ixmg was just now taking a well-earned vacation. After years of hard work and months of illness he. bad come back to the homo of his childhood to regain lost health and strength. Ho had called this the happiest summer ho had known, but now an untimely frost had spoiled its beauty. Among the friends whom Dora was entertaining ber cousin Florence Freeman wns the only one he bad previously known, Nat urally they drifted together during those miserable days. With Dora ho was suddenly ill it case and restless; her quick eyes noted the change, and sho looked about for a cause. Those same quick eves sooi noticed the walks and talks with cousin Florence. "No won der she admires him," she said, with a sharp little pang at lier heart, mentally contrasting tall, handsonio Florence witli her own little self. Presently thc Hock of merry school girls took Hight. "Only Florence, and you. and I," said Dora; "just ns it used to be." Hut for both tho old charm was destroyed. One day they walked together along tho river bank, and Dora said, "Our playtime is done." "Yes," he answered, "I must go back to my law books and you must havo time for your painting/' A light came into lier eyes. "Then I am to go on painting?" "Yes," he said slowly. "I am mak ing this sacrifice for you. I do not wish you to marry me until you have finished this work you havo set your heart upon. It will occupy your whole winter?" "Yes; perhaps more. Give mo a year," she said eagerly, quito uncon scious of tile pain her words inflicted, and only anxious for timo wherein to provo whether, after all theso years of devotion, Fred could l>o won from her. "Very well," came tho answer, calm and steady. No trembling in tho quiet tones to betray tho heart's unutterable anguish* ns it whispered to itself, "How glad slie is to be freo even for a year." As for Dora, her heart was saying, "Ho dorn not caro." And then they talked of indifferent matters, these two foolish ones, and the precious hours in which they might havo understood each other slipped away and wero gono forever. Oneo moro apart, their letters wero ex changed at regular intervals- Fred's kind and loving. "Of coursa?," said Dora, "it ia his duty," while Dora's wore a curious study had her lover. but known. Each oho a little* cooler, a little briefer than tho last, until by the timo spring had drossed tho fields and woods in green again poor Fred had well-nigh made un his mind that Flor ence waa right. Dora's heart was all in her painting; sho had grown quite weary of him. "Tills suspenso is killing mo," bc would say; "but I'll walt-it ls bettor - it will soon be over." And Dora, working herself to a shad ow over her painting, would think: "The end cannot "nc far off. Ho will soon IM? froe." Karly in tho summer Fred f und him self again in tho old familiar haunts, but, alas! tho old joyous light waa want ing everywhere. * A shade, a mist, Boomed hanging over everything, and Dora was further away than ever. Thoro wore no merry guests to divido her attention; but, so alworbed, so si lent, did slie seem, bo could hardly be lieve it was the same Dora ho had known in other days. A week passed by-a week of mingled paradise and torment. Sometimes he would be on tho point ot saying to hor: "Dora, I will aland In your way no longer;" hut a faint hope still lingered, amt ho could not crush it so ruthleesly. At other times he could almost behove himself mistaken -all these months a fearful dream-when her eye? met hip BO earnestly timi soon io?! lilied foi a mo ment willi'the nid, wann light. They ?at together one dav upon a little rustie .cat, chatting and resting after a walk. Fred had la!.cn some letters from his pocket which he wished to show to Dora. A picture foll from among them. Dora stooped to recover it, ..Cousin Florry," sha murmured, ami Fred began making suntu common place remark upon its correct noss. Then, glancing at his companion's face, ho was Btartled at its (loudly nullor. "Dora!" ho eriod, "you are. ill. Wo walked too far. You must rest." "No, I'm not ill," she said almost sharply, "How lovely Florence Is." "Yes. indeed. She is well-nigh per fect. But there is only one Dora in all the world," taking ber little, cold hand in his. "Without Dora the world is meaningless to me." Dora's eyes were scanning tho dis tant hills. She made no ronly. She was steeling ber heart against him "He wants to be true." si e thought, "but I will have no such love." "Dora, von are not happy." She started. "Not perfectly KO. What mortal is?" "lt seems to mc / would ba if only things could be as they once were be tween us." This was thc first allusion he had made to the fact that bc bad noticed anv change in their relations. Dorn realized that a crisis was com ing. She simply awaited it in silence.. She would neither strive to avert nor to hasten it. "I have sometimes feared that you and I have been mistaken. That is the word, I think. If so. I love you too well to ask you to kc? p a promise which has become hateful to you." Dora roso from ber seat; a sudden fire Hamed in her pale cheek. She held her hand out toward him the dear litth' hand that wore his ring. Some thing in her air bewildered him. He stood a moment motionless, then seized the hand in both his own. She shook him og impatiently and drew thc ring from her linger Now he understood. "Without a word. Dora?" ho said, struggling for self-command as a man might battle for life against tho waves of a sea. "What is there to say?" asked Dora, her voice clear as a silver bell, while her eyes shone like two stars. And again he tobi himself that lie: "She is g?ad!" And so they parted. 'Ibo tie formed almost in childhood was broken, and they went their separate ways. Day aftor ?lay Dora's palo, resolute face bent over her canvas, and she, steadied ber trembling hand for greater achievements. She worked too hard, they said. She was too ambitious; she. put too much of ber lifo-bliKid into the strokes of her brush, and a few months ended the struggle. He came again to tho dear old house beside the river; a crowd of friends bad gathered there, but Dora gave thom no welcome, l'aie and silent sho lay and stirred not a linger nor an eyelash for any of their tears. Ho stood there with Florence, and that still form between them; its smiling lips were no more si lent now than they had been in life. A dumb patience was marked on thc sweet face, but they never guessed its meaning. "If she might only have lived!" sobbed Florence. Fred spoke not. but tho bitter cry of his heart was, "If I could only know that she lovell ino!" And they never dreamed, these two her nearest and dearest -that they had slain her. 0 Oeorf?o Sheridan's Joke. Qen. George H. Sheridan, "of Louisi ana," lives now at the. Union Square hotel and is coining to be known as a Union Square notability. He has had a checkered political career, but ho has hod a good living through it all, evi dently, for ho has grown stouter and stoidor with each succeeding year, until his short figure now carries upward of 250 pou n, I s of flesh. As a stump speaker ho has been and still is in great demand. His talks aro a mixturo of witty stories and eloquence which is taking with tho people. A politician of Ohio rotated to mo yesterday an incident of ono of Sheridan's engagements which had a ludicrous ending. Sheridan was posted for a speech in a manufacturing town in northern Ohio. It was an oft year, and tho Democrats were expecting to carry the county through Republican in difference and tho labor vote. They didn't want Sheridan to make a speech for fear ho would rouse up all tho Repub licans, but how to keep him away was a problem. Thoy hit upon a plan at last, and when Sheridan arrived ho was surprised to meet a cordial reception from several D?mocratie acquaintances who pressed him with invitations to go out and "smile." Ho finally went out with thom and was conducted to a saloon where ho found a number of other choice spirits, hut all Democrats. Thoy bogan to ply him with invitations to ?trink, and if soon popped into his head that the;, had a scheme to make him drunk and lot tho meeting bo a failure becauso of his non-attendance. When bo became satisfied that this was their gamo he wont in for as much fun as anyone. It was 2 o'clock when they wont into thc saloon. At half-past 7 ho walked out with a slightly unsteady step, but with a perfect control of his motions, while ?very other man of tho crowd was under tho table. Ho wont to tho hall where ho was to speak and de livered ono of tho finest efforts of his lifo, not forgetting to tell tho story of how tho enemy had tried to trip him up. Tho county rang with his speech for a week, and was carried for the Republi cans.-A^ 1'. Tribune. On His Tongue's End. Col. h'i/./letop has a wretched niomory. He is very muon puzzled to remember tho simplest thing that is told him. "What is tho name of that patent medicine Col. Witherspoon told me to [jet for my liver?" ho asked his wife. "I can t remember the name to save my lifo." "I can't either. My memory is getting worse and worse every d#y. Let mo iee. I had it on the end of my tongue a minute ago." Little Johnny ?poko up and said: "Stick out your tongue, pa, and lot mn seo lt. Perhaps that name ls on lt ret"-YVmi f?ifttngi. A PECULIAR CUSTOM? A Lndlcroun l'raetloo lu Willoh Man; Orean Traveler* are Compelled t<? Tako Tart. A Cambridge undergraduate, now on his way to tho capo in a trading vessel, semis tho following interesting eommu mention to tho I'tiH Mull Qazcltc : Ono of the oldest Customs of Hie. sen Istely came under my notice, and in such :i way as I am not likely to forgot As usual nfter our G o'clock tea, we were seated in tho saloon enjoying our gamo of cribbage, when a blast from the fog horn, tit to awaken tho demi, put an end to our cards. Hurriedly wo made for tho deck, where a sight never to be for gotten met our eyes. The evening was dark and cloudy, the moon entirely bid don, but the deek was. brilliantly illu minated with bluo lights. From the fore castle was issuing a procession that baffles description. First walked Father Neptune himself, loading on his arm his young and beautiful wife, Amphitritc. Neptune was dressed in long, white flowing robes - that is, a nightshirt; around his head waved his gray locks, blowing before thc wind in every direc tion; his bearii reached below his waist; on his head he wore a miter of such tremendous si7.0 as to drive any bishop wild with envy; in his hand he bore his trident. His wife's dress was evidently on the plan of "beauty unadorned," for some red paint, a small red Hag, and a pair of red bathing-drawers constituted her costume. Her flaxen hair in curly masses reached ker knees. Following this august couple walked the hero of tho evening the barber. Dressed all in white, wearing a hat the shane of a dice-box, half white, half black, with curly white hair and whiskers, he. was sublime; but the sublime changed into tho awful when one perceived that ho carried in his hands instruments of tor ture rivaling in their latent cruelty even those of tho Inquisition. Imagine stand ing and gazing upon ii bucket of Hour ami water mixed to about the thickness of liquid glue, of which you know you will receive a large share -on your head. Recover, if you can, from that sight, and look again. In his other hand ne holds a razor of such magnitude that it would not be ill amiss for felling trees, and think that soon that edge of rough, rusty iron will be plowing its meander ing course over your innocent jaws. Following this torturer carno two policemen armed with cudgels and dark lanterns. Behind them crowded tho crow. In spite of the awful .solemnity of the scene, one could not but admiro the dark, cloudy sky, the sea a blaze of phosphorescence, the flickering summer lightning, the grouping of the actors. Halting before the after deck. Neptune, in a loud voice, with such calm disre gard as to whore he put Ivis H's as would make any classical author turn in his grave, gave utterance, "Faring that some of the crew of this ship is such as they 'ave not vet crossed the loino, and bin baptoised, my sons, I ham 'ere to seo them done so." Evidently Nep tune's intercourse with British sailors has been to thc disadvantage of his elo quence. The sailors, at the lin ?sh of Neptune's speech, cheered loudly, while from their midst stepped the two brawny police men, ono of whom was a nigger from Demorara, and seized upon T. Mean while tho torturer was not idle. Ile had seated himself upon a low stool, with his bucket before him, in his left hand a brush like a housemaid's broom, while with his right ho wits sharpening his razor on the companion-ladder railings. Alas for poor T. Ile stood smiling be foro his executioner, who, evidently thinking the occasion far too solemn to smile at, put an end to his innocent merriment by inserting as much as he possibly could of his mixture into his mouth. While lie was engaged in choking ami spitting out what ho could of the concoction, his head was being covered to such an extent as to render his features quito indistinguishable. Then that awful razor came into usc, its broad, rusty < jo scraping away tho dough like a _ ow in a clay soil. But how difficult it is to take the dough out of ono's eyes and mouth with a razor blade throe feet long, one can not im agine till one has tried! His satanic majesty, I mean the barber, having scraped off us much as pleased Iiis fancy, tho two pollccmon cunio to the fore again, armed with buckets of cold ; water, which, utterly regardless of what part of the victim's body received the wiiUu-, they threw in quick succession , over him. I was the next victim, and went through the same terrible routine; but at last it was all over, and I issued from tho cold-water cure quito ready to see : tho fun in treating tho others to their dose. It was a novel experience, and : one not likely to be forgotten. Then i followed the others who had not crossed the line, some half-dozen of them, but ', two were missing. The police were ' soon after them, but it was an hour be- i fore tho first was found, lying lintier* \ neath the boilers in about tho tcnijHT- \ aturo of tho place I had wished the bar- i ber in when I was being shaved. All i this ho endured rather than face his i sbnving, or, I should say, shaving his face, l?o was quickly dragged upon i tho scene, and paid thc penalty of his fear by receiving a doublo dose. Soon ' after this the other, a boy, was found i concealed in a sail in tho rigging; he, 1 too, got what ho deserved for trying to I escape justice. After all were baptized, i we hail some songs and dances, the bar- i ber being especially good at tho latter, i and giving us some excellent clog-dances < and oroakdowns. Poor Noptuno had < terrible trouble with his wife, who, sud- i donly discovering herself among a lot < of sailors, became "skittish"- naturally, t what woman would notP Tho songs and dancing finished, grog handed all round, amt with three cheers for us j from tho crew, wo rctirod to our cabins { to put os dry clothes, and to tear out ? handfuls of hair in endeavoring to rid , onr heads of dough. And SQ.wc crossed j tho line. " i A Beaton chemist has discovered a way of extracting an essential oil from onions, with which tears can bo pro duocd nt pleasure. Ono drop of this oil ( on a handkerchief will produce a copious ' flood. Tho oil bids fair to hnvo a largo , .ale, * Mlle, do I/osseps is her father's conti- , dential secretary. Julinu ll i v. < linnie's Ideas. Mr. Julian Hawthorne, UH; novelist, wu recently interviewed by a Ch ion go Daily Xcws.reporter Tho conversation turned upon too estimation placed by Europeans on American works of fiction, and tho question was asked: "Do you think die American novel is growing in popularity abroad, and what are its distinctive features thought to be by foreigners?*' '.The American novel is cerlainlv growing in popularity abroad, especial ly in England, as will bo seen by tho frequent English reprints of our bettor novels. Tho reason for this is that there are at present so few tolerable novelists in England. The English novel baa been written to death, and, as even novel-readers must have occasional nov elty, they turn to our hooks with relief. The distinctive features of our work probably appear to thom to bo new sit uations, social conditions, and types of character and n certain minute accuracy of treatment from the literary point of view. Average English novel-writing is very slipshod and careless." "What is your opinion of the school of 'mental vivisection'?" "I am not myself in sympathy with that school. 'Mental vivisection' is easy writing, but hard writing. I think it is due to a lack of mental energy and of imagination in those who practico it. It amounts to importing votir note books into your story, instonu of show ing only the results and embodiment of a previous analysis, and is done by Shakspcaro and the best writers." "Do you consider this departure of literature a part of the progress of the time, or a morbid outcome of days too prosperous for romance?'' "I think it has nothing to ?lo with the progress of the time. lt only indicates that our novelists make less USO of their imagination than any oilier das-; of our community. Perhaps the recognition they receive is too faint to stimulate them. The difficulty is certainly not on the side of any deficiency, of stirring times. Timidity and lack of se'f-eonli llonce have more to do with it. Our writers consider their audience too much ; no audience that they can reach is worth considerings as a literary tri bunal. "Inspiration is deprecated, ns if it must bo oit lier untrustworthy or ill bred. A masculino poet or novelist is much needed, and it might he well, at this stage of our lit srary history, to make it a penal Offense for any woman to write a story." "Do modern novelist-; make their men and wonu n do nothing but sit still and talk because there i-; nothing olso for them to do?" "1 shall rather say because it is easier to write clever dialogue than to portray characteristic action." "What are your methods of working? Do yon depend principally upon your observations or on your imagination?'1 "Observation is always of assistance in imaginativo work if it can be suffi ciently emancipated from individual in stances. On thc other hand, nothing spoils a fictitious character so surely as to make it conform too closely to tiny real model. The. requirements of the story must be allowed to mold and adapt it or tho story will be, ruined." "Do you have regular hour.-; for work or do you wait for an inspiration?" "I never wait for an inspiration, and am not aware >f having every been vis ited by any. 1 generally take a walk in the morning and write in the afternoon anil ovening. Hut I keep no strict rule in such matters." "Doyou know what thc 'terrible se cret' of 'The Marble Faun' was, or what tho 'mystery that surrounded Miriam?" "If 1 knew I would toll with pleasure. My father never explained it. because it did not come within the design of tho story that the 'secret' should bo anything but a typical secret a human being polluted by involuntary association with the sin of others. The Ccnci tragedy is an instance cf such an occurrence, and is therefore made prom I non t in tho story, but whether or not Miriam was the victim of a ? miler oastropho was her private business, and of no import to thc moral of the tale." A i.'e.hi -<.i\ iur, Mexican lie.ee i. At a recent meeting of tho Ac ademy of Sciences nt Paris a plate half tilled with water, in which were half a dozen insects about an inch in length, which Rhone like diamonds, although tho room was tilled with sunshine, was passed around among the members. These in sects hail boon brought from Mexico, where they are to he found in tho for ests. The scientific name is tho pyro Idiore; and, as none had ever been seen lefore in Eurolie, they created quite a sensation. The light resembles that of a glow-worm or flro-fly, although as much more brilliant and intense as an [rleetrio-liglit surpasses a wax taper in its power of illumination. When the light begins to hule it can bo maila as brilliant as before by shaking tho in flect or dipping it in water. It is said tho Indians of Mexico use them for a light at night, and a few will SOfflcO to ilhiniir. .ni entire room. When they are walking at night they put ono on each foot so that they can be sure of their way, and also that they do not Step on any venomous snako or reptile, with which the tropical forests abound. Tho Mexican ladies buy them of the In [lians and inclose them in a transparent hag, which they wear in their hair or at the neck. Tho effect is very beautiful, (.specially when several arc worn; and, 18 the Indians sell them for a few cents i doz?-n, they aro within tho reach of 3very fair ono. They aro fed on sugar cane* and if well taken caro of will livo * long time! Ono placed upon a pago iv ill enable it to bo read with easo tn thc darkest night.-Scientific American. Among tho young men of title and fortune who may be said to bo coming DO for tho next Ixmdon season is Sir Honry Alfred Doughty Tichborne, who will in May next bo of age. The youth ful llaronet is now in Ins 20th year, having been born in May, 186f>. Tho necessity of defending his property Against the celebrated Tichborne Claim ant has entailed upon his trustees tho .nor 11 iou . expenditure of ?120,000. His iwtate* are in Hampshire, Lincolnshire. L>oraet?hire, and Huekinghamshiro, and represent between 11,000 and 12,000 ic rcs. There am in addition, London proportloa, bringing up tho gross rent roll to ?38,000 a year. Identified by His DiinkH. "Brandy smash, sir? Yes, sir," and an iip-town bartondor immediately be gan to shovel leo into a glass, and soon crushed tho mint prior to completing tho beverage. "From tho south, slr, I reckon," said tho bartender! as tito writer set down the empty glass. "Why do you ask?" said the reporter, Yankee fashion. "Well, you see, we eau generally lix tho nationality of the visitor by his drinks. Most Americans that drink go in for gin or whisky cocktails in tho morning. A Frenchman takes claret and ice, or if ho is hard on it some cog nac or absinthe. A Dutchman or Prus sian wants boor. Chinamen don't do much har drinking, hut lately the stew ard of this hotel tells nie some of them have been strengthening their tea with brandy. They must drink a good deal of tea to judge by tho brandy I have been sending thom. Englishmen run heavier on ah; and brandy, but seldom come to the bar, especially in the morning. We haven't bau any Japs yet, but the bartender of a hotel where a party of them are stopping tells me thal they are getting very fondof lager. In this coun try every state has its own particular style of drink. Whisky is at the top. A New Vol ker wants rye all the time, a Pennsylvanian calls for Monongahela, the Kentuckians stick up for Bourbon, ami it is nearly certain death to oller a drinker from florida or Georgia any hut corn whisky. Jersevmen take applejack in proferendi to anything else, while Delawareans must have peach brandy and honey. Missourians, asa ruh1, aro great whisky drinkers: they want, their whisky straight and strong and plenty of it. North-Carolina, Alabama, Louisi ana, Tennessee, and other southern states scud us groat fancy drinkers. Tho best barkeepers in the world como from the south. Since tho California wines have come out, the Pa cilio people have called heavily for ca tawba, hut half of them can't tell the difference between a still catawba and tm ordinary Santeria-." "Suppose y>u don't have the particu lar brand ol' whiskv a gentleman calls for'.'" ..Well, that's easily settled. There are very few bars that don't keep rye. and Bourbon, and, between you and me, there are not many drinkers who can ti ll tho difference. Most bars keep two or mor,- bottles of whisky all drawn from the same barrel; and. if a barkcop ci understands his business, ho can make a man think he is drinking rye winn he is actually drinking Bourbon. Pad rye whisky with a dash of common bitters in it can he made to pass as corn whisky.'' "Ali- fancy drinks in much demand now?'' "Fairly so. Sometimes a bartender has to bo sharp to keep up with the or ders. The other day a southerner came in and ordered junk of mc What the deuce junk was I did not know, so I hail to trust to my wits. 1 found out after a littlo that junk was a compound of .applejack ami cider, or another name for stone fence. Another tina' a gentle man wanted an Albano punch. I asked whether he preferred brandy or Santa ('ru/, rum, and when he answered I knew what an Albany punch wa?, for nearly till punches tin- built on the same prescription. "What are the principal fancy drinks called for?" "Well. New Yorkers take naturally to milk punches and whisky and gin sours. Southerners are heavy on sherry cob blers, mint juleps, brandy smashes, brandy juleps, and Bourbon sours, l'hihuielphians, when they don't take ale or beer, or take their whisky straight, call for cocktails, whisky smashes, Kornau punch, and Fish house punch. fish house punch is one of the nicest drinks known. It is made of whisky, .Jamaica rum, and several cor dials, together with lemon and oranges. Hut the same drinks go hy different names in different parts of the country." -New York Mail und Express. The l. 1111 e. 11 i 11 !',-<.; i .. "Fad." Tlie belles of New York are quick to grab right hold of new ideas that are frivolous, and it is a pity that their in clination in that respect cannot he di verted into higher ?ind broader chan nels. I wont yesterday to have a tooth pulled. New York has several places exclusively for that jerky sort of sur gery, w herein no other dentistry ls prac ticed, ?ind where great quantities of laughing-gas are Used. Thc accustomed patient .sits placidly down in the chair, breaths out of the hag, goes to sleep, and awakens in a minute or so to lind that his tooth is gone. He ha-? SU fibred neither dread nor pain. Hut tin- novices do no! divest themselves of the fright of anticipation, ?md tia' waiting-room is therefore full of wohegone faces and trembling limbs, and tho voice of per suasion is constantly raised. This time, however. 1 san a bevy of fashionably dressed gills, nut ono ol' whom showed symptom- <.;' itch i tig teeth or palpitating terror. "Now. huhes." said one of the Operators, "please step ibis way." They went into the sanctum, hut were not SO perfectly secluded (lint I could not see what was done to them. Each in turn took a blithesome scat in the chair, breathed the gas, fell back insensible, speedily aroused herself, and gave place to another subject. Then they paid .'?0 cents apiece and departed, laughing and chattering. "They take, the gas for exhileration," said tho doctor, when I asked for an explanation, "It is usually a euro for headache, it vivifies a jaded brain, and it lias suddenly become a stylish tiling to take. After a late night at a recep tion, or any ether cause of lassitude, tho belles viudas in parties like tho ono fou'vo seen, ami take light dosofl'Ot aughing-gas. That is the latest swell fad, you know." It may interest the fair wearers of seal sacques to know how many big, round, liquid eyes have been shut by the cruel lance of commerce in I ho North Atlant io this year. Of the Dundee fleet of steam ers seven went to Newfoundland and captured 7.i,:?.M> seals, as against 154,8!?y last year. Four ships went to Groenland and slaughtered 10,760, aa against 17,110 last yoar. Tea was introduced into Scotland by the Duke of York in im. A Whole rn ml ly Folaonod. Thc colored peoplo of Hampstead, Texas, have heen throwu into a ?tato of great excitement over a report, which lias just como in of a whole family of negroes being poisoned at Ilo.vth station, on tho ll. & T.C. Rail road, distant about six miles north of that place. Tho circumstances are as follows : A family of negroes, of whom Morris Johnson is tho head, were poisoned on Saturday beforo last by eating thc flesh of a stolen hog which had been dosed witli strychnine. The hog's owner, to trap tho thief, who was evidently appropriating his pork cs, administered to 6ome of the test?t a dose of poison. Tho result abovt mentioned ensued. Bill Harris and Henry Clay, two guests of Morris Johnson, and Johnson's step-daughtci have died, and several of thc family are in a critical condition. Chloroform and Robbery. Thc Cincinnati Sun publishes tho following: "S. E. Chamberlain, a stock dealer living near Toledo, was found insensible in Mill Creek bottom early this morning and, alter being restored, stated that ho arrived in this city Tuesday night ; that he entered a hack at the depot and requested to bo driven to tho Palace Hotel. After he had proceeded some distance he said bc beard a peculiar noise as of air escaping from a tube, and soon after wards lost all consciousness until this morning. His pockets had been rifled of $120 and a valuable gold watch. The police claim that thc hack was .flxetV by means of a pipe extending from tlie driver's scat to the inside of tlic vehicle, so arranged as to enable the driver to force a sleep-producing gas into thc inside." THE LAURENS BAR._ JOHN C. HASKELL, N. B. 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