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DARLINGTON, S. 0.. THURSDAY, JULY 29, 1886.
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April 8,1886. ly
The Nobility of Nature-
True worth U in being, not leemiug ;
Id doing each day that goee by
Some little good thing—not in dreaming
Of great tbiage to do by and by :
For whatever men eay in their blindness
A nd spite of the fancies of youth,
There’s nothing so kindly as kindness,
And nothing so royal as truth.
We get back our mete as we measure ;
We cannot do wrong and feel right.
Nor can we give pain a nd feel pleasure,
For Justice avenges each slignt;
The air for the wing of a sparrow,
The bush for the robin or wren,
But. always the path that is narrow
And straight for the children of men.
'Tie not in thejtages of story
The heart of its ills to beguile.
Though he who makes courtship to glory
Gives all that he hath for a smile ;
For when from her heights he has won her,
Alas! it is only to prove
There’s nothing so loyal as honor,
And nothing so royal as love I
We cannot make bargains for blisses,
Nor catoh them like fishes in nets;
And some times the thing our life misses
Helps more than the thing *hich it gets;
For good lieth not in pursuing
Nor gaining of great or of email,—
But just in the doing, and doing
As we would be done by, ie all.
The Tramp’s Flower.
BY THE REV. K. A. RAND.
“Booh ! booh! And what you
got there! Oau’t you give me a
flower f”
L'impie—that was the way her
father called the chubby little girl
—looked up out of the dark shadow
of the vines, w here her face resem
bled a white star. She wondered
who it was that leaned over the
fence and spoke to her.
“It is a big moon-face,” she said
to herself, “a lot of hair ’bout it.
And, dear me, I wouldn’t vare such
an orful old hat. Aud his cose
don’t kok very tesh and nice, oue
bit.”
While Lumpie was painting the
stranger’s portrait, be was looking
up at the sky, aud bolding out his
hand to the wind to find out the
drift of the latter, aud make a
weather-guess. He now turned and
asked again:
“Say, Sis, won’t you give me a
posy!”
Lumpie pickid a bright nastur*
tin in aud gave it to him.
“That’s a good oue, and I’d
raiher have it tbau a lump of gold,
Sis”
“My papa don’t call me Sis.”
“Don’t he ! Well, what does he
“Lumpie.’’
“Lumpie! He beats all at namin'
folks; don’t he V
“You got a papa ?”
“Not that I know of Why,
Lumpie, if he were livin’, he’d be as
old as that tree back of you, and
that would f.'tcli the tree up to
seventy years, sure.”
“You got a mammal” continued
Lumpie, as if taking the census.
“No; the old womau, she’s
gone”—
“Pld oomau ?” *
“My—my—mother ”
“She gone!”
“Yes.”
“Gone vare t”
“Where heaven is. Don’t-you
kuow f’
“I ’spect it’s up, up ’bove dat
spooce tree, somevare.”
“That’s where she is, a-siugiu’
cherub there, these twenty years.”
“Vare’s your home f”
“Home f ’
The tones were sad, pitifully
sad.
“Where’s your home f”
“Here, vare papa aud mamma
are.”
.“Where mother is, that’s my
home. I wish it was. Wei, Sis—
Lumpie, your flower may help me
get there.”
“Move ou !” suddenly called out
a gruff voice. “Don’t block the
sidewalk! Move on!”
In au instant, the moon face, the
big lot of hair, the old hat and seedy
coat which Lumpie bad been look
ing at—all vanished, and then ap
peared a mau wearing a blue coat
and a silver badge, who strutted
along aud rapped on the fence with
his billy io an important way.
Lumpie uow ran into the house and
was met by Aunt Salome, who was
keeping bouse for her brother
since the beginning ot his wife’s
sickness.
“Lumpie, whom were yon talking
with ? ’
“I dunuo. He didn’t have very
oice cose, and basen’ta heme.”
“A tramp! Horrors!”
“Tamp!
“Yes. Sakes alike t”
“I give him a fower.”
“What kind T Not oue of those
beautiful dahlias F
“A nasturtium, all yaller. Only
he said ’twas gold.”
“I warrant: for that’s what he is
after.”
“He’s a good mau, ’cause he said
suskiu about his old mumtna’a home
in Heaven.”
“Good f I don’t want any of his
goodqess. Ce plus !”
Aunt Salome had now rushed to
a back kitchen window, from wbieh
she could look out upon the garden
where toiled Lumpie’s father, Ce
phas Bixby. His face no more re
sembled his sister’s thin, wiry, ner
vous visage than a shingle.
“Ce-pItM* Ophus! Why don’t
you hear me F
“I hfar you. What is it F
“Who do you suppose is round F
“Folks say I am,” and here Ce-
phus mischievously contemplated
his plump, round body.
“Now, don’t plague me. Who
do you s’pose has toen on the gar-
den fence F
“A fly, I guest ” -
Cephas here referred to Aunt
Salome’s great summer horror.
“Salome, there has been one
special fly that 1 know for two days
nas been watching your screens
aud trying to get iu. Get in!
If I am ever hungry, may I not
be a fly trying to get by your
screens.”
“You are too bad, Cephas It
was a tramp; and I’m goin’ to
complain of him at the police-sta
tion.”
“Oh ! let him go. I dare say the
police have seen him; and in fact
oue went by here only five miuutes
ago.”
“Well, I’m goin’ to make sure
and enter the complaint I know
he’s spotteiftbe house, and to night
he’ll break in here. There’s no
fellin’ what he may doto you. Sakes!
He may murder you.”
Cephas directed a funny look at
the toes of his boots, aud resumed
his work.
“Where are you goiug wheu you
finish here F
“Well, I shan’t go off to be a
tramp while you are here. * You
may be sure of that. Bless me!
You would have me iu the station
house before night.”
“Now, Cephas, tell me where
you are goiu’ when you get through
here.”
“I s’pose I must go down to
Emersou’s block and inspect it. I
did not build it though that is my
business, but Emerson has been
suspicious of the mau’s thorough-
uess who did put it up, aud he
wants me to step, iu aud look
’round.”
“Dou’t venture where it is dan
geroue, will you, Cepbus 1 Get
that tramp and let him go iu.”
“Not I 1 won’t ask a man to go
where I won’t risk myself.”
Aunt Salome muttered something
about risking “a tramp’s useless
life,” aud then went into the house
to put ou her ample sun-bouuet.
She told Bob, the colored servant
boy, to put “Jim” into the coupe
and drive her down street.
“1 would like to get some descrip
tiou of the tramp,” Aunt Salome
reasoned to herself, “anti I’ve a
great mind to let Bob call him out
of that saloou ahead. Of course
he’s iu tiiere. That’s where such
people go. Then I can describe
him to the police.
Bob alighted, aud went toward
the saloon door.
“Well, Bob,” said Jerry Collins,
the saloon keeper, meeting him on
the door step, “I see you have got
Aunt Salome here. Will she take
a nipF
The saloon-keeper raised his voice
io this closing clause, aud roguish
ly winked at several thirs’y cus
tomers. Auut Salome heard it, aud
in disgust kept her head out of
sight.
“Oh 1 she wan'if to kuow it a
tramp has beeu here.”
“No. 1 saw, though, a tramp-
ish-looking soil of a fellow opposite
here, and I thought he was going
to make a call; but he swung a
yellow flower in his hand, looked
at that, and then moved off.”
Was Lumpie’s flower guiding the
homeless one homeward f
“1 won’t give it up. He ought
to be here,” said Aunt Salome, as
they neared a gambling saloou,
knowing very well be ought not to
be there.
“Tramp been hereF replied the
proprietor to the inquiring Bob
“Well, no; yes. A big, rough
heathen came to my door, twirling
a yellow flower; but he turned
away and I lost sight of him.”
Was the flower still guidiogt
“What sbRll I do F exclaimed
Auut Salome. “I can’t report bis
looks as 1 would like to the police,
and yet I must have them jest
watch our house. Land! What
is that noise f Bob, what is it F
“Awful, marm, wasn’t it! Heb-
ben and artb gib way den f Fear
ful noise! See dose folks runuiu !”
“What cau it he!” screamed
Aunt Salome. “Do you know mis
ter F
The man she was hailing stopped
in the midst of a vigorous ruu, and
bawled out:
“They say it’s Emerson’s block
that has tumbled.”
The man bad no second edition
of news t£ give her, but rushed ou
headlong.
“O, Ce-phns, you there I” shriek*
ed Aunt Salome. “Drive ou, Bob P
And Bob drove until they came
to the ruins, one mass of falieu
chimney, walls, floors, roof. There
wss a dense black crowd around
the spot. Several of the people,
seeing Annt Salome, rushed to the
carriage. *
“He's safe, marm. He’s all right.”
“Ce-pka*isf”
“Yes; we have him iu tbe’poth-
ecary-store; but be had a narrow
escape,” said a mau. “I saw the
whole of it. You see this building
was not put up right, and every
body thought it crazy, and Emer
son wanted your brother to exam
ine the thiug. People thought they
saw the end wall bulgin’ out anil
advised him not to go; but down
into the oeller ho went. While he
was there the eud tumbled aud then
we heard a big cry lor help from
the collar. You see it was Cephas
caught under a timber. But you
must not wonder if uo mau dared
go down there; for people were call
in’ out: ‘Tother eud is bulgin’ out!’
At last there came along a big,
strong moose sort of a feller, a
rough-lookin’ customer that nobody
knew, aud be jest whisked down
that celler quickly ; and in about as
short a time as am telling this sto
ry, be got to your brother aud then
passed him out to us through a cel
lar window. By the time we’d cross
ed the st r eet with Cephns—f
“Then Ca pus Is hurt F interpos
ed Aunt 8a ome.
“No, he was kinder scratched,
but really he wou’t need even a
plaster.”
“Aud that man F
“Well, as I was sayin’, we had
crossed the street with Cephas and
and all there was left of the build
ing tumbled I ’Twas awful P
“And buried tbat man under
neath !’’
“That’s where he is, I’m sorry to
say ; under that pile the people are
try iu’to turn over; for they think
they can fetch him out pretty quick
guessin’ about where he is.”
The next moment Aunt Salome
was out of the carriage. Iu spite
of a lot of uerves, she had a lot of
sense and heart in her old, thin
body, and she weut off a* once to
get tilings that she knew would be
helpful to the poor teliow, if taken
from the ruins alive. Soon there
was a shout.
“They’ve got him!” bawied a
spectator. “Take him to the 'potb-
ecary’s !” called out Auut Salome.
There they took him, aud he was
laid beside (Jephus. The latter was
sore and weak, but Aunt Salome’s
informant was right in s ying he
would not need even a plaster. His
lifeless rescuer, though, was so
bruised and battered, so mutilated
and so covered wi'.h blo sl aud dust
tbat be was not recognized. When
his face had been washed by Aunt
Salome, then, even, lo oue kuew
him.
“Who can it be!” inquired the
bystandei s.
“I know,” said Auut Salome. She
had pulled out of the dead mau’s
pocket a crushed little yellow
flower.
Aunt Salome was not given to
dreams.
“Weak, vain, superstitiou-!” she
called them. However, that night,
after questioning Lumpie about the
flower, and learning much that the
tramp h ul said, a dream came to
her. She seemed to see a valley
shrouded iu darkness, but beyond it
glowed the walls of a Golden City
And treading the darkened way,
she saw the tramp bearing the yel
low flower in his baud. The flow
er shone with the brillaucy of the
city beyond ; and it was toward that
city his face was turned.
A Barometer.
A kiss is au unfailing barouieior.
The initiated cau Leil “the signs of
the times” invariably. It is a sure
indication of a cold wave if tbe
young lady’s best beau te Is her her
kisses aie ever so much sweeter
tbau the girl’s across the way.
There is sure to be a storm if the
young wotuau’s father aatches him
iu tbe act.
There will l>e heavy clouds iu the
sky if, wheu he is just about to kiss
her, he stops short and asks her
“how’s her mother!” Tbe rule is
just as sure when the girl has been
eating onions.
If he puts his arm arouud her
like a bear and almost smother
her when he kisses her, they are
not married. If he comes up with
bis hands iu his pockets aud gives
her a tasteless smack, the probabil
ities are tbat they are.
After all, what would a girl be
without lips! She might be blind,
aud yet be beautiful. She might
be bald, aud yet wear some other
woman’s hair But if she had uo
lips life would be a desert drear.
Ah, it is woman’s Ups that try
men’s souls!
The British Election.
Boston, July 17.—The Herald 1 !
London special gives the following
as the result of tbs elections: Con
servatives 318, Unionist-Liberals 14,
Gladstoniaus 187, Nationalists 83—
a Unionist muster of 392 ranked
against 270 Home Rulers. Several
constituencies still to be heard from
were rep*reseuted in the last Parlia
ment by 1 Conservative, 3 Glad-
stpnites and 3 Nationals.
Within tour years 100,000 peach
trees aud 5,000 seres of watermel-
ons have been planted in Barnwell
oonuty. Already 70,000 of the peach
trees are bearing and this year
some 2,500,000 melons will come
from Barnwell and Aiken oouutiee.
Watching Eggs Hatch.
“It was Oscar Wilde, wasn’t it!”
remarked yes'.erday a gentleman
who had just returned from Eu
rope, “who said of a dead girl in
one of his poems tbat ‘she can hear
the daisies grow P Well, you need
not call tbat a flight of poetic fancy
any longer. I cau trump it in ical
life.”
“How so!”
“By seeing an egg hatch.”
“Oh, come off!”
“No, it’s a fact. 1 dou’t mean
lookiug at the egg as it lies iu tbe
nest aud just seeing the shell, but I
mean seeing the inside ot it and
watching the gradual development
of the chick from a globule of egg-
yolk to a lively, downy, chirping
fowl, ready to go out aud forage for
worms. It was over at Tubingen
University, Germany, that I saw it.
Great fellows for research, those
German professors. This one was
Dr. Gerlach, who seems to have
giveu himself up to investigating
the growth cf life. And now he’s
sitting up nights watching e^gs
turn into chickens. How does he
it! I’ll tell you.
“He takes a fresh egg aud cuts a
bit ot shell out of the little eud. He
chooses tbat end so as not to dis
turb tbe air bubble at the big end.
The bit of shell he cum out is as
bigas a nickel, aud he takes it out
just as a surgeon would trepan a
cracked skull Tbeu he can seethe
inside of tbe egg as plain as can be.
He takes a little of tiie white out,
just euougb to turu tbe yolk arouud
so the germ is where he cau see it.
Then he puts the white back very
neatly aud seals it up. He has a
little glass sau er, very thin, big
over as your thumb uail aud curved
j st like tbe bit ot shell he cut out.
He puts this over the hole, being
careful to let uo air remaiu under
it, aud seals it ou tight with collo
dion. And there you are You cau
see everything iuside the egg shell
as plaiu as in a teacup. Put it iu
an iucubator with a glass side, and
you can watefi tbe whole process of
the growth of the chick until he
picks his way out of the shell You
cau take it out of the incubator now
aud then aud examiue it as closely
as you please Aud 1 believe Dr.
Gerlach is now preparing a set ot
photographs of the interior of the
egg, oue taken every hour, from the
placing ot the incubator to the hop
ping out ot tbe hatched chick. Now
talk about bearing daisies grow !”—
New York Tribune.
Of all the surprises to which the
reading public bas beeu treated by
Mr. Aldeu’s surprising Literary
lievolution, perhaps the most re
markable is the last.
Two of the choicest and most
famous books iu modern literature,
Washington Irving’s “The Sketch
Book” and “Knickerbocker's His
tory of New York,” are just publish,
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ly celebrated aud universally honor
ed of American authors. The two
books together form one of the nine
volumes of his works also just pub
lished. The type is large, leaded,
beautiful, the two volumes bound
iu oue comprise tiOfl pages; tbe
binding is half morocco, marbled
edges. The only other edition iu
tbe market that at all compares
with this or rivals it, is advertised
by the publisher at 13.00 per
volume.
Mr. Aldeo’s price when sold iu
sets of nine volumes, is a litt’e less
tbau II00 per volume. He uow of
fers this single specimen volume
uutil September 1, 1880, for the
price (if it cau be called a price) ot
50 cents, by mail, postage paid.
This offer is without restriction
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those who take pleasure iu the
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If you want to complete your set
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you cau, of course do so by payiug
the additioual price for tbe set.
Tbe object ot this extraordinary
“Coup D’Etat” is of course, adver
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the price would be ridiculous aud
ruinous. Mr. Aldeu seuds bis com
plete coudeused catalogue of stau*
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or his illustrated catalogue, 132
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In order to deserve a true frieud
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There is a good deal of religion
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The more able a man is, if he
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Contentment is a good thing an*
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Inquisitive people are the funer
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Genteel poverty is a pitiable
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It is no crime to be out of fashion,
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under the statute to transact any
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view of tbe law he declin d to sign
some orders that the attorneys de
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Worms Jo exist io the homaa
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Sbriner’s Indian Vermifuge will
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President Cleveland oooe did
local writing for. the Buffalo
Courier. Tuns he poaes as a sad
picture of the ismaild* retrogression
ot a reporter.—Hartford Poet.