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. E:^^-T:-.r.V3?Si^ " j^I;?,s.;.?: ;" ->-. -. tKJC^TJ3CX?R WATCHSAS,.Established April, ISSO. ????& 1881.1 lBe Just and Fear not-Let all the Ends thou Aims't at, be thy Country's, thy God's and truth's" THE TEUE SOUTHRON, Established Jam, iWf STJMTER, S. O., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 27,1887. 3iew Series?Yol. VI. 5 . 39. '? ' V-i/.rt~ ; > ^-- ...... < ? " '?->~~* , . T^fco?fc^si^p?r annual??n.ad?ance. . - ?>:v*bti'ssmkkts. .$100 S 50 V - Ooi^^j^^r tbx^e mon As,, or longer wi? '?p^W a&d^tn^ced rates: ? ' - \. : * -" All-communications which sabsecve private ? ieteretfbNri? be charged for as advertisements. ? Obitaaries and tribe :ee of respect will be ier--eeyer - .varies. ? "a marvel of and:'-w^kpIe^meoess.-'-^ore 'V ec?00j??C?i.?ha.q the crdiaary Jciniiis ? nd ean ~ wrf&e^bli? in competi troo Jviih toe realm ud e - O^?ostftet;; sborJL-weigbt,. aTum ?r ohospbaie s?~ -JSbt?-ob^ ?L.ems^r 3tO?-al BaK -i C?, 1# W?M^: . Y. 1 ? ? ? MATTRESSES ^jTSPENI* - ALMOST HALF -?T o?lHe?oa?dT1>e made as" comfort Mediad"' tor "the "parp?se "of 3i?tag>3&$? good: /work, " scodr; makmg^aome moa^r*e now offer the best;COTT?N"B?T Tll??TEtTTRESS ever pat upon this market. ttrw'gr?d?Vttoir made?SS-OO, $8.00, $7.00. . ^S&pie^ttd;;:: ful! ^n^oxmatioa at 'Store of " ? ? ? %'<1 8??^-'~' ^.t??M^^^aaraAtee?V every case, or moeej-refund^. ?~$* r SUMTER COTTON MILLS s. b?rt & sa, --Importers and Wholesale dealers in j S.O., Are receiving by steamer. a?d_ rail from the - vKorthand ' Westfall sopp?es - veack week. of iCBOICB APPLES. PEARS, LEMONS, PO TATOES, CABBAGES, ONIONS; NUTS g ? sOF: AUL .KINDS, Etc., Etc. ^S^?rderSiSol?cited and promptly filled. NoV$ X ? tel fater. iflwt?meniais of Eminent "Physicians f Th?fo??owrag axe selected from many'sim ;?ar ones : Dk. p? C. ;0 ae ? cf -Spartanburg, writes ?h?Proprietors f 'The' remedial qua? ?m^?Gp^aD^^^$i^^T?^0w? for over forty years, a^^canr acttest to its -.raine io By^ei^from^gaetrrcoT^onctionnl derange ment of the Liver, General Debility, Dropsical SffoskttS. Uterine Irregolari ty and Affections of t?wKrdneysaod Bladder. To tfce last d? eases I would particularly call attention, as the waters have shown large curati re powers rtt tb-aee complaints/* " Tht; ' O.' BV Maxzay of Newberry, S. C-, tay?r ^"haxe sent more than fifty persons suffering with Jan od ice to these-Springs, and hare oefer beea disappointed in any case; they all speedily recovered. cannot find word* to express my con?dence in the Glenn Sprites water, as a remedy for . the Liver, when faoctioaally deranged. Dyspepsia, Dropryr certain .skin diseases, troubles in the JGdiwys and Spleen, if produced by the Liver, have all, as know, disADDeared at the Springs/* ** ?El Jxkbs McI?tosh, President of the Med ical Association o? Sondi Carolina, in bis an nasi address before that body remarks : ?4Gleon Springs, for diseases of the Stomach, Liyer and Kidneys, deserves to rank with any otheron the contiuenC PRICE OF WATER. Pec ease of two dozen quart bottles, securely packed and delivered on the train at Spartan bwrg, $4.00. Per gallon, by the barrel, delivered at Spartan bu ?, 20 cents. ; Per galion, for less than a barrel. 25 cents. Address SIMPSON ? SD?PSON. "' ? '" Glenn Springs, S. C. Fors?le in Snmter, by Dr. A. J. China. BOOKS. ^OGHOOfc BOOKS, MISCELLANEOUS |^ B ooks, Bhtnk Books, Copy Books, Memo random Books, Draft Books, Receipt Books, Kote Books, Mesic Books. Best grade of all kinds 'rOf Writing Paper and En Telones, Photographic, Autograph and Scrap Albums. Pfty?bg Cards in variety and Marriage Certt cates, at The Sa m ter Book Store, kept by '* W. G- KENNEDY, -r. 2 Doore North of Jobo Reids. ?BUS AND TESTAMENTS. AFINE ASSORTMENT OF BIBLES * and Testaments, in large print atSomter Book Store, kept by W. G KENNEDY, 2 Doors North of John Reids. Wtm AND OTHER POEMS r^S " BY W. G- KENNEDY. . " 170E SALE AT THE SUMTER BOOK ? , - _STORE. Price red need to one dollar * perc py. THE TEMPERANCE WORKER, Removed from Columbia, S. C. A l?ve, Temperance Paper, Pabliabed Semi-monthly in S?JMTER? S. C. Under the Editorial management of . 3*Y. H. F. Ckbeitzberg, e.w.ct. or i.o.e.T. 0? s. c. Assisted by an able corps of Editors. ^ Tke patronage and influence of all friends ;'<^Tempefance is solicited- Terms only 60 ,'eeat? a year. To advertisers desiring a wide j?jr?i??tiOBj it offers an excellent medium, ^twwmess, address N. G. OSTEEN. . - ' PabHsber. usrruiTioi?. We sat, it is true, very close on the sofa, My arm? Well, forgive me, my memory's ? s - poor, But I verily think that her waistwas encir cled By something beside what she usually wore. .She said; "I'vebeen readiag about intuition, And Jack, is intuitive knowledge correct?" I confessed that I thought so, and with her permission I would much like to prove it?she did not object. - I said; "?owr your lips, intuition has told me, v Are sweet as new wine, all of which I be lieve." And I. hastily proved to my own satisfaction, ? That this in tuition was faultless indeed. r Providence Journal. - ^9;Ri?pt HAGGARD, E CHAPTER IV. ?ESSXE IS ASSEp ET ?IAKRIAGE. In due. course John Niel got over bis ; sprained ankle and the other injuries inflicted : on him by the infuriated cock ostrich (it is, by .the "way, a humiliating thing to be Irnocked'out* of tame by a feathered fowl), and set to work to learn the routine of farm fife. He did not find this a disagreeable task, especially when he had so fair an instructress as Bessie, who knew all about it, to sho w him t?iewayinwh^noshonldgo. NatuTally.of an-energetiaand bard working temperament, be very soon got more or less into the swing of the thing, and at the end of six weeks be gan to taik quite learnedly* of cattle and os triches and-sweet and sour veldt. About once [ . a week or so Bessie used to put bim through a regular examination as to his progress; also she gave him lessons in Butch and Zulu, both of which tongues she spoke to perfection; so , it w?Ttoseen.that hedid not lack for pleas- ? ant andv profitable employment. Another ; thing was that he grew much attached to old S?asjC3roft. - The o?d gentleman, with bis Land some, honest face; Ms large and varied stock of experien ce, .and his sturdy English charac ter, made a great impression on bis. mind. He ? ' had never met a man quite like him before, j Nor 'iras th?' fiking unreciprocated, for bis \ host tcok-n. wonderful fancy to John NieL j "You see, mjrdeary* be-explainedto bis niece | Bessie, "he's quiet, and be doesn't know much ! about farming, but he s willing to learn, and he's such a gentleman. Now, where one has Kaffirs to deal with, as on a place like this, i you'must bave a gentleman. Your mean ! white will never get anything out of a-Kaffir; [ that's why the Boers killihem and^fiog them, ! because they can't get anything oufc.of Xhem without. But you see Capt Niel gets ?n well enough, with them. I ..think bell do, my ; dear,-I tbink be'll do^n and Bessie quite agreed . with Mm. And so it came to pass-that after : this sis weeks' trial the bargain was finally struck?-and John paid over his ^1,000-end took a third mterest in Mooifontein. Now it is not possible, in a general way, for a youngish man like John Niel to five in the same house with" a young and lovely woman like Bessie Croft without running more or less risk of entanglement More es pecially is this so where the two people have little or no outside society" or distraction tc divert the attention from each other." Not that there was as yet, at any rate, the slightest hint of affection between them. Only they liked one another very much, and found it ?deasant to be a good deal together. In short, they were walking along that easy,, winding road that leads to the mountain paths of love. It is a very broad road, like another road that runs elsewhere, and, also like this last, it has a wide gate. Sometimes, too, it ?eads?to destruction. But for all that it is a inost agreeable one to follow band in hand, winding as it does through the pleasant meadows of companionship. The view is. rather limited, it is true, and homelike?full of familiar things.. There stand tito kine, knee deep in the grass; there runs thewater; | and there grows the com. - Also one ?anrstop j if one likes. By and by it ?grpws different. ? By and by when the travelers tread the j heights of passion, 'pr?cis?es - will yawn ? and torrents rush, lightning will fall and storms wEl blind; and who. can know j that they will attain at last to that far off ! peak, crowned with the glory , of a perfect j peace which men caD- happiness? There are j those who say. it never can be reached, and that the balo which rests upon its slopes is uo earthly light, but rather, as it were, a promise of a beacon?a glow reflected whence we know not, and lying on thi%alien earth as the sun's light lies on the dead bosom of the moon. Some say, again, that they bave climbed its topmost pinnacle and tasted of the .fresh breath of heaven that sweeps around its heights?ay, and heard the quiring of immortal harps and the swanlike sigh of angels'.wings; and then behold! a mist has fallen upon them, and they have wandered in it, and when it cleared they were on the mountain paths again, and the peak was far away. -And a few there are.who tell us that they.lxve there :always, listening to the voice of God; but these are old and worn with journeying?men and women who have out lived passions and ambitions and the fire beats of love, and who now, girt about with memories, stand face to face with the sphinx eternit}'. But John NieTwas no chicken, nor very likely to fall in love with the first pretty face be met. Ee bad once, years ago, gono through that melancholy stage, and there, he thought,; was an end of-it. Another thing was that if Bessie attracted him, so did Jess in a different way. Before he had been a week in the house be had come to the con clusion that Jess was the strangest woman ho had ever met, and in her own way one of tho most attractive. Her very impassiveness added to her charm; for who is there irr thl? world who does not like to learn a secret? To him Jess was a riddle of which be did not know the xey. That she was clever and well informed he soon discovered from her raro remarks; that she could sing like an angel ho also knew; but what was the mainspring of her miad?round what axis did it revolve that was" what puzzled hirn. Clearly enough ft was not like most women's, least of all like happy, heaitiiy, plain sailing Bessie. So curi ous did he become to fathom these mysteries that betook every opportunity to associate with her, and would even, when he had time, go out with ber on ?er sketching, or rather flower painting, expeditions. On these oc casions she would sometimes begin to talkj, but it was always about books, or England, or some intellectual question. She never spoke of herself. Yet it soon became evident to John that she liked his society, and missed him when ho did not come. It never occurred to bin* what a boon it was to a girl of considerable intel lectual attainments, and still greater intel lectual capacities and aspirations, to be thrown for tho first time into the society of a cultivated and intelligent gentleman. John Niel was no empty headed, one sided indi vidual. He bad both read and thought, and even written a little, and iu bim Jess found a mind which, though of an inferior stamp, was more or less kindred to her own. Al though he did not understand her, she under stood him, and at last, had he but known it, there roso a far oif dawnhig light upon the twilight of her mind that thrilled and changed it as the first faint rays or morning thrill and change tho darkness of tho night. What if she should learn to love this man, and teach him to love her? To most women such a thought involves more or less the idea of marriage, and that change of status which they generally consider so de sirable. But Jess did not think much of that; what she did think of was the blessed possibility of being able to lay down her life, as it were, in tho life of another?of finding at last somebody who understood \ \r, and whom she could understand, who would cut the shackles that bound down the wings of her genius, so that she could rise and bear him with her as, in Bulwer Lytton's beautiful story, Zoe would have borne her lover. Here at last was a man who understood, who was something more than an animal, and who ? possessed the godlike gift of brains, the gift that had been more of a curse than a blessing to her, lifting her above the level of her sex and shutting her " off as by iron doors from the understanding of those around her. Ahl if only this perfect love of which she had read so much would come to him and her, life j might perhaps grow worth tho living. It is a curious thing, but in such matters most men never learn wisdom from experi ence. A man of John Niel's age might have guessed that it is dangerous work playing with explosives, and that the quietest, most harmless looking substances are sometimes the most explosive. He might have known : that to set to work to cultivate the society of a woman with such telltale eyes as Jess' was to run the risk of catching the fire from them himself, to say nothing of setting ber alight; be might bave known that to bring all the weight of bis cultivated mind to bear on her mind, to take the deepest interest in her studies, - to implore her to let him see the poetry Bessie ioidi bini she wrote? but which she would' show to no living soul, and to evince the most evident delight in her singing, I were one and all dangerous things to do; and yet he did tbem and thought n? barm. As'for Bessie, she was delighted that her sister should .have found anybody whom she eared to talk to or who could understand her. It never occurred to ber that Jess, might fall in love.. Jess was the last person in the world to fall in love. If or did she calculate what the'results might be to John. Asyet, at any rate, she had no interest in Capt. Niel?of course, not And so things went on pleasantly enough to all concerned in this drama till one fine day when the storm clouds began to gather. John had been about the farm as usual-till dinner time, after which, ho took his gun and told Jantjo to saddle up. bis shooting pony. Ho was standing on tho veranda, waiting for the pony to appear-, and b}rhim was Bessie, looking- particularly attractive in a white dress, , when suddenly he caught sight of Frank Muller's great black horse, and that gentleman himself upon it, cantering up the avenue of blue gums. "HuHo,-Miss Bessie," he said, "hei-e comes your"iriend." "Bother!* said Bessie, stamping her foot, and then, withwa cjuick look, "Why do you call him my friend?" "I?magiue that he, considers himself so, to judge from the number of times a week he comes to see you," he .answered, with a shrug. "At any rate, he isn't mine, so I am off shooting. Good-by. I hope that yon will enjoy yourself." "Yon are not kind," she said, in alcw voice, and tuming'her hack on him. In another moment he was gone; and Frank Moller had arrived. "How do you do, Miss Bessie?" he said, jumping from his horse with the rapidity ot a man who had been accustomed to rough riding all his life. "Where is the 'rooibaatje7 off to?" "Capt Niel is going out shooting,* she said, coldly. : "Ah, so much the better for you and me, Miss -Bessie! We-can have a pleasant talk. Where is that black monkey, Jantje? Here, Jautje, take my horse, you ugly devil, and mind you look after him, or I'll cut the liver out of you!" I Janje took the horse, with a forced grin of appreciation at the joke, and led him off roun<Lthe-house. "I don't think that Janje likes you, Mein .heer MuTler," said Bessie, spitef ully, "and I don't wonder at it if you talk to him like that He told me the other day that he bad known you for twenty yearsJ?nd she looked at him i^g^ringiyJ . This^casua? remark produced a remarkable effect on the visitor, who turned color .be neath bis tanned skin. -' "He lies, the black: .hcund/' he said, r"and niputa bullet through him if he says it again.'. What should* I know about hi m -or he about me? Can I keep count of every miserable man monkey I meet?" and be mut tered a string of Dutch oaths into bis long beard. .JvtleaHj, meioLcer!" sail Bessie "Why do you call me 'meinheer?'" he asked, turning; so fiercely on her that she started back a step. "I tell you I am not a Boer. ? am an Englishman. My mother was English; and besides, thanks to Lord Carnar von, we are all English now." "I don't see why 3?ou should mind being f thought a Boer," sbo said, coolly; "there are j some very good people^mong the Boers, and, besides, you used to be a great 'patriot' " "Used to be?yes; and so the trees used to bend to the north when the wind blew that way, but r.ow they bend to the south, for tho wind has turned. By and by it may set to the north again?that is another matter then we shall see." Bessie made no answer, beyond pursing up her pretty mouth and slowly picking a leaf from the vine that trailed overhead. Tho big Dutchman took off bis hat and stroked his beard perplexedly. Evidently ho was meditating something that he was afraid to say. Twice ho fixed his cold eyes on Bessie's fair face, and twice looked down again. The second time she took alarm. "Excuse me one minute," she said, and made as though to enter the house. "Wacht een beeche" (wait a bit), he ejacu lated, breaking into Dutch in bis agitation, and even cacching bold of her white dress with his big hand. She drew the dress from him with a quick twist of her lithe form, and turned and faced him. "I beg your pardon," she said, in a tono that could not be called encouraging; "you were going to say something." ^ "Tes?an, that is?I was going to say?" and he paused. Bessie stood with a polito look of expecta tion on her face, and waited. "I was going to say?that, in short, that I want to marry you!" "Oh!" said Bessie, with a start. "Listen," he went on.. hoarsely, bis words gathering force as he proceeded, as is the way even with uncultured people when they speak from the heart. "Listen! I love- you, Bessie; I have loved you for three years. Every time I have seen you I have loved 3'ou more. Don't say me nay?you don't know how I love you. ? dream of you every night; some times I dream that I L<.*ar your dress rustling, and then you come and kiss me, and it is like being iu heaven." Here Bessie malo a gesture of disgust. "There, I have ofTend^d you, but don't be angry with me. I am very rich, Bessie; there is the place here, and then I have four farms in Lydenburg and 10,000 morgen up in Waterberg, and 1,000 head of cattle, besides sheep and horses and money in the bank. You shall have everything your own way," he went on, seeing that the inventory of his goods did not appear to impress her?"every thing?the house shall be English fashion; I will build anew sit-kamc (sitting room), and it shall bo furnished from Natal. There. I love you, I say. You won't say no, will you? and he caught her by the hand. "I am ver3r much obliged to 3'ou, Mr. M?l ler," answered Bessie; snatching away her hand; "but?in short, I cannot many 3'ou. No, it is no use, I cannot, indeed. There, please say no more, here eomcs my uncle. Forget a!! about it, Mr. Muller." . Her suitor looked up: tbere was Old Silas Croft coming, sure cuougct, but ho was some way off and walking slowly. "Do yen mean itf he said beneath his breath. "Yesj 3res. oc course I mean it Why do you forco me to repeat it?" "It is that d?d rooibaatjo," he broko out. "You used not to be like this before. Curse him. the whitolivered Englishman! I will be even with him yet; and I tell 3'ou what it is, Bessie; 3'ou shall marry' me whether you like it or no. Look here, do you think I am the sort of man to play with? You goto Wakkorstroora and ask what sort of a man Frank Muller is. See, I want you?I must javo 3'ou. I could not live if I thought that I should never get you for myself. And 1 tell you I will do it I don't care if it costs my life, and 3'our rooibaatjes, too. I'll do it if I have to stir hp a revolt against tho gov ernment There, I swear it by Hod or by the devil, it's all one to mo And growing inar ticulate with passion, he stood there before ber clinching and unflinching Iiis great hand, j and his lips trembling. , Bessie was veiy frightened; but she was a baravo woman, and rose to the occasion. "If you go on talking like that," she said, "I shall call my uncle. I tell you that I will {?M'ifsWmsfc wi'!'^ "YOU SHALL MARKT E!" not marry you, Frank Muller, and that noth- ! ing shall ever make me marry you. l am ' very sorry for you, but I have nofencouraged - ' you, and I will never marry:you?never!" He stood for half a minute or so looking at 1 her, and then burst into a savage laugh. " 1 "I thhik that some day or other I shall find a way to make you," he said, and, turning, ' went without another word. . ! A couple of minutes later Bessie heard the sound of a horse galloping, and looking up 1 saw her wooer's powerful form vanishing ' down the vista of blue gums. Also she heard 1 somebody crying out as though in pain at the back of the house, and, more to relieve ^ her mind than anything else, went to see i what it was. By the stable door she found { the Hottentot "Jantje, twisting round and ^ round and shrieking and cursing, holding his 1 hand to his side, from which the blood was 1 running. 1 "What is it?" she asked. 5 "Baas Frank!" be said?"Baas Frank hit 1 me with his whip I" ' "The brute!'' said Bessie, the tears starting into her eyes with anger. ' "Never mind, missie, never mind," said the ' Hottentot, his ugly face growing livid with i fury, "it is only one more to me. I cut it on ^ this stick"?and he held up a long, thick ' stick he ' carried, on which were several ^ notches, starting from three deep ones at the ' top just below the knob. uLet bim look out ^ sharp?let him search the grass?let him i creep round the bush?let him look as he ] will, one day he will find Jantje, and Janice 3 will fjndhimf'' ' "Why did Frank Muller gallop away like ( that?" asked her uncle of Bessie when she got 1 back to the v?randa. * - "We had some words,'' she answered, shortly, ^ not seeing the use of explaining matters to the * old man. "Ah, indeed, indeed Well, be careful, my 1 love. It's ill to quarrel with a man like < Frank Muller. I've known him for many < years, and he bas a black heart when he is crossed. You: see, my love, you can deal ? with a Boer and you can deal with an Eng lishman, but cross bred dogs are bad, to * handle. " Take my advice and make it up with Frank Muller." All of which sage advice did not tend to t raise Bessie's spirits, which were already suf ficien?y low. - ? . CHAPTER V. * DSEAXS AND TOOLISHSESS. ' ?, When John I^iel left .Cessio on the veranda ? at the approach of Frank Muller he had taken his gun, and, having whistled to the pointer dog Pontac, mounted his shooting pony and started out in quest of ' partridges. On the warm slopes of the hills round Wak kerstroom a large species of partridge is very abundant, especially in the patches of red grass in which the}' are sometimes clothed It is a merry sound to bear these partridges calling from all directions just after day break, and owe to make the heart of every true sportsman rejoice exceedingly. On leav ing the house John proceeded up the side o? the hill behind it?bis pony picking its way carefully between tho stones, and the dog Pontac ranging about COO ?r S00 yards oit, for in this s?rt of country it is necessary to have a dog with a wide range. Presently John saw him stop under a mimosa thorn and sud denly stiffen out as if he had been petrified, and made the be .. of his way toward him. Pontac stood still for a * w seconds, and then slowly and deliberately veered his head round, as though it worked on a hinge, to see if his master were coming. John knew his ways. Three times would that remarkable old dog look round thus, and if the gun had not then arrived he would to a certainty run in and flush tho birds. This was a rule that be never broke, for bis patience bada fixed limit. On this occasion, however, John arrived before it was reached, and, jumping * off his pony, cocked his gun and marched slowly up,. full of happy expectation. On c drew the dog, his eye cold and fixed, saliva e dropping from his mouth, and bis head and face, on which was frozen an extraordinary expression of instinctive f erocity, outstretched to their utmost limit. He was right under tho mimosa thorn now j and up to his belly in warm, red grass. ^ Where could the birds be? Whirr! and a great feathered shell seemed to have burst at bis very feet. What a covey! twelve brace ? if there was a bird, and they had all been lying beak to beak in a space no bigger than a cartwheel. Up wont John's gun and off * too, a little sooner than it should have done. "Missed him clean! Now then for tho left ^ barrel." Same result. There, we will draw ^ a veil over the profanity that ensued A minute later and it was all over, and John ^ mid Pontac were regarding each other with contempt and disgust. + "It was all you, you brute," said John to " Pontac. "I thought you were going to run ? in, and you hurried me." ^ "Ugh!" said Pontac to John, or, at least, he looked it "Ugh ! you disgusting bad shot What is the good of pointing for you? It's ? ciiough to make a dog sick." t The covey?or rather the collection of old birds, for this kind of partridge sometimes s "packs'' just before tho breeding season?had j scattered all about the piace, and it was not s long before Pontac found some of them; and c this time John got one bird?and a beautiful great partridge ho was, too, with yellow legs ?and missed another. Again Pontac pointed, \ and a brace rose. Lang! down goes one; f bang! w$h the other barrel. Caught kiin, by Jove, jast as he topped the stone. Hullo! ] Pontac is still on the point Slip in two more < cartridges. Oh. a leash this time! bang! bang! and down came a brace of them?two j bra -; of partridge without moving a yard. 1 Life has joys for all men, but it has, I verily l believe, no joy to compare to the joy of tho ( moderate shot and earnest sportsman when ? he has just killed half a dozen driven pai- t tridges without a miss, or ten rocketing j pheasants with eleven cartridges, or, better ? still, a couple of woodcock right and left. j By this time he was right across the mount- j ain top and on tho brink of tho most remark able chasm lie had ever seen. The place was known as Lion's Kloof, or Lenw Kloof in ? Dutch, because three lions had once been | penned up by a party of Keel's and shot there. ( Tho chasm ?>r gorge was "between a quarter j and half a mile long, about G'W feet in width \ and 150 to Ino feet deep. About 100 paces ] from the near end of the gorge, some ninety ? or more feet in height, stood the most reinarle- j able of these mighty piilars, to which ilio re- t mains at Stouehcuge uro but toys. It was formed of seven huge bowlders, the largest-, j that at the bottom, about the size o? a moder ate cottage, and the smallest, that at the top, , perhaps s?mo eight or ten feet indiameter. j Thcso bowlders were rounded lik-? a cricket \ ball?evidently through the action'of water? j and yet the hand of nature had contrived to ? balance them, each one smaller than that be- \ neatb, the one upon the other, and to keep ? them s j. But this was not always the ens-.', j For instance, a very similar m:iss that bad j risen on the near side of the perfect pillar had fallen, all except the two bottom stones, < and tho bowlders that went to form it lay scatterei! about-like monstrous petrified can- j non balls. One of these had spiit in two, and j seated on it John discovered none other than ] Jess Croft, apparently engaged in sketching, ? looking very small ana far off at the bottom ] of that vast chasm. ( John got off his shooting pony, and looking j ] about him perceived that it was possible to I t descend by following tho course of the stream j and clambering down the natural steps it had j cut in the rocky bed. Throwing the reins : over the pony's head, and leaving him with I the dog Pontac to stand and look about him j as South African shooting ponies are ac customed to do, he put down his gun and game and proceeded to descend. As be drew I near the bottom of the gorgo ho saw thafncar tho borders of the stream, wherever the soil was moist, grew thousand^ upon thousands of white arum lilies, " pig lilies" they call them ? there, just now in full bloom. He had noticed these, lilies from above, but there they bad, owing to the distance, looked so small that he bad taken them for everlastings or anemones. He could not see Jess now, for she was bidden by a bush that grows by the banks of tuo streams in South Africa in low lying land,. and which at certain seasons of the year is literally covered with masses of the most gorgeous scarlet bloom. His footsteps fell very softly on the moss and flowers, and when he got round the glorious looking busL it was evident that she had not heard bim, for she was asleep. Her hat was off,'but the bush shaded her, and her head had fallen forward over her sketching block and rested on her hand.. A ray of light'that came through the bush played upon her curling brown hair and! threw warm shadows on her white face and ' the white wrist and band on which it rested. :' John stood opposite to her and looked at her, and tho old curiosity ?> understand this feminine enigma took possession of him. Many a man before bim has been the victim of a like desire, and lived to' regret that he ?id not leave it ungratified? It is not well to try to lift the curtain of the unseen; it is not well to call to heaven to show its glory, or to hell to give us touch and knowledgo of its yawning fires. Knowledge comes soon mou^h* many of us will say that knowledge has come too soon, and- left us desolate. There is no bitterness like the bitterness of wisdom; so cried the jreat Koholeth, and so bath cried manya son.of man following blindly in bis path. Let as be thankful for the dark places of the iarth?places where we may find rest and shadow, and the heavy sweetness of the night. Seek not after mysteries, O son of man; be content with the practical and the proved ind the broad light of the day; peep not, mut ter not the words of awakening. Understand her who would be understood.and is compre hensible to those who run, and for the others et them be, lest your fate should 30 as the fate of Eve, and as the Tate of Lucifer, star of the morning: For jere and there is a human heart from which it is not wise to draw the veil?a heart in ?vhich many things slumber as undreamed breams in the brain of the sleeper. Draw lot the veil, whisper not the word of life in he silence where all things sleep, lest in that i dndlmg breath of love and pain dim shapes irise, take form, and fright thee. A minute or so might have been passed when suddenly, and with a little start, Jess >pened her great eyes, on which tho shadow >f darkness lay, and gazed at him. - "Oh!" she said, with a little tremor, "is it fon or is it my dream?? "Dont be afraid," answered, cheerily, St isl~in the flesh." SbeJ covered her face with her hand for a noment, and then withdrew it, and he noticed hat her eyes had changed curiously in that noment. Ttiey were still large and beautiful is they always were, but there was a change. Tust now they bad seemed as though her soul vere looking through them. Doubtless it vas because tho pupils were enlarged by deep. "is rr tot^ptf is it my dream?" "Your dream 1 What dream?" he asked, aughing. "Never mind," she answered, in a quiet sort >f way that excited his curiosity more than (ver; "dreams.are foolishness." CHAPTER VI ' the storsi breaks, "Do you know you are a very odd person, tliss Jess," John said presently with a little augh. *I don't think you can have a happy nincL" Sho looked up. "A happy mind?" she said. Who can have a happy mind? Nobody who an feeL Supposing," she went on after a )ause?"supposing one puts .one's self and me's own little interests and joys and sorrows [uito away, bow is it possible to be happy vhen one teils the breath of human misery >eating on one's face and sees the great tide if sorrow and suffering creeping up to one's eet? One may be on a rock ono's self and >ut of the path of it till the spring floods or he hurricane wavo comes to sweep one away, >r one may be afloat upon it; whichever it is, t is quite impossible, if one has an}' heart, to )e indiff?rent to it" "Then only the indifferent are happy ?" 'Yes, tho indifferent and the sellisi) ; but, ifter ali, it is the same thing; indifference is he perfection of selfishness." "I am afraid that there must be lots of elfishness in the world, for there is certainly )Icnty of happiness, ail evil things notwiths tanding. I should have said that happiness ;omcs from goodness and from a sound diges ten." Jess shook her head as sho answered, "I may >e wrong, but I don't see how anybody who ,'eels can bo quite happy in a world of siclc less, suffering; slaughter and death. I saw a xaflir woman die yesterday and her children rrying over her. She was a poor creature md had a rough lot, but she loved her lifo :nd her children loved her. Who can be ??ppy aud thank God for bis creation when ic has just seen such a thing? But there, 2apt Nie!, my ideas ore very crude and 1 laro say very \vrong, and everybody has bought them before; at any rate, I am not ;oing to inflict them on you. What is tho isc of it?" sho went on, with a laugh; "vrbat'j s tho use of anything? The same old thoughts 1 lassing through the same human minds from rear to year and century to century, just as he same clouds float across tho same blue j ?ley. The clouds are born in the sky and tho j hough ts aro born in the brain, and t?jey both j ;nd in tears and reariso in blinding, beivi! l?r iig mi^t, liiid this is tho beginning mid end of j houghts and clouds. They arise out of ihc j ?lue; they overshadow and break into storms ? md tears, and then they uro drawn u;> with ! he blue again and the whole thing begins ? ifresh." ''So 3'ou don't (hink that one can bo happy the world?*7 he asked. "? did not say that?I never said that I I lo-notthink thathappiness is possible. It is ! lossiblc ii' one can lovo somebody so hard : .bat one can qaite forget one's self and every- ! hing else except thai; person, and it is pos sible if one can sacrhkv one's self for others. There is no true happiness outside of love and >elf sacrifice, or rather outside of love, for it includes the other. That is gold, all flic rest j s gilt" "How do you know that?"' he asked quickly, i '\">u have never been in love." "No," she answered, "I have never in ovo like that, but all the happiness I bavo | i?d in my life has come to mo from loving, j [ believe that love is the secret of the world; t is like tho philosopher's stone they used to ook for, and almost as hard to find, but when me finds it it turns everything to gold. Per ?aps," sho went on with a little laugh, "when .bo angelo left the earth they left uj love bo hind, that by it and through it we may climb up to them again. It is the one thing that lifts us above tho brutes. "Without love man is a brute, and nothing but a brute; with love he draws near to God. When everything else falls away the love will endure because it can not die while there is any life, if it is truo lovo, for it is immortal. Only it must be true? you see, it must be tine." He had got through her reserve now; the ice of her manner broke up -beneath the warmth of her words, and her usually im passive face had caught the life and light f rom the eyes ahove "and acquired a certain beauty of its own. Ho looked* at k, and realized something of the untaught and ill- . regulated intensity anoVdepih of the nature of this curious girl He caught her eyes and they moved him strangely, though he was not an emotional man, and was too old to experi ence spasmodic thrills at the chance glances of a pretty woman. He went toward, her, 3 looking at her curiously. ' "It would be worth livmgtobb loved , like' ' that," he said, more to himself than to her. '' She did not answer, but shclet her eyes rest on his. Indeed, she did inore,, for sh? pnt all \ her soul into them and gazed and gazed till 1 John Niel felt as though he were' being mes.v ? : mcrized And as she did .so- there r?se up in ] her breast a knowledge that if she willed ri? ] she could gain - this man's heart and hold it, i against all the world, for her nature, was ? stronger than his nature, and her mind, un- ; trained as it was, encompassed- bis mind and I could pass over it and beat it down as the 3 wind beats down a tossing sea, All this she ; learned in a xnoment, in the twinkling of an eye; she did not know how she knew it, but- ; she did know it as surely as she knew that the blue; sky stretched overhead, and what is more, he?for the moment, at any rate?knew *' it too. It camo on her as a shock and a reve lation, like tho tidings of a great joy or grief, and for a moment left her heart empty of all things else. She dropped her eyes suddenly. "I think," she said, quietly, "that we. have been talking a great deal of nonsense, and that I want to finish my sketch." He got up and left her, for be bad to get j home, saying ?s he did so that ho thought there was a storm coining, up, the air was so quiet, and the wind had fallen as it docs be fore an African tempest, and presently, on looking round, she saw him slowly climbing the precipitous ascent to the table land above. , It was a glorious afternoon, such as one sometimes gets in the African spring, although it was so intensely st?L Everywhere were the proofs and evidences of life. The winter ; was over, and now, from the sadness and sterility of its withered age, sprang young and lovely, summer, clad in .sunshine, be-diamoned with dew and fragrant with the breath of ; flowers. J ess lay back and looked up into the infinite depths above. ?H?w blue they were,' ! and bow measureless! She could not see the ; angry clouds that lay ?ke visible omens on tho horizon. See there, unies above her, was one tiny circling speck. It was a vulture, watching her from its airy heights and de- ? scending a little to see if she were dead or only sleeping. ; Involuntarily she shuddered The bird of death reminded her ?f Death himself, also j banging high up there in the bluerand wait- j ing bis opportunity to fall upon tbe sleeper. Then her eyes fell?p n a bough of the gioii- j ous flowering bush under which she lay. It j was not more than four feet above her head, ] but she was so still and motionless that a j jeweled honey sucker came and hovered over j the flowers, darting ?rom one to another like a many colored flash. Thence her "glance j traveled to tho great column of bowlders that , towered up above her and that seemed to 'say, ] "I am very old. I have seen many "springs j and many winters, and have looked down on f many sleeping maids, and where are they, j now? A2 dcad-r-alldead," and an old baboon j in iho rocks with startling suddenness barked j out "all dead" iu answer. ] And as she lay and beard, her youthful - ? Wood; drawn by nature's magnetic force, as ] $hc-,moou dra ws the tide, rose m her veins j like tho sap in the.budding trees, and stirred her virginal serenity. All tho bodily natural " j part of her caught thetoues of naturo'srhappy voice that bade her break her bauds, live and j love, and be a woman. And lo! tho spirit < within her answered to it and fiung wide her j besom's doors, and of a sudden, as it "were, j something quickened and lived in her heart < that was of her and yet had its own life?a lifo apart; something that sprang from her < and another, and that would alwayshe with *. her. now and could never die; and she rese ; pale and trembling, as a woman trembles at the first stirring of the child that she shall > bear, and clung to the flowery bough of the beautiful bush above and then sank down 3 again, feeling the spirit of her girlhood had departed from bei-, and that another angel ", had entered there; knew that she loved with j heart and soul and body, and was a very t woman. _ j She had called to Love as the wretched'call j to Death, and Love had come in his strength j f and possessed her utterly; and now for a lit- < tie while she was afraid to pass into the j shadow of his wings, as the wretched who \ call to Death fear him when they feel icy . f fingers. But the fear passed, and the great ] joy and the new consciousness of ' power of::j identity that the inspiration of a true passion \ gives to some strong, deep natures remained^ ] and after awhile she prepared to make her t way home across the mountain top, feeling \ as though sho were another woman. But j still she did not go, but lay there with closed j eyes and drank of this new intoxicating wine, : So absorbed was she that sho did not notice that the birds had ceased to call, and that the s e:igk had fled away for shelter. She was not aware of tho great and solemn hush that had taken the place of tho meny voice of beast and bird, and preceded the breaking of the gathered storm. At last as sherosc to go she opened her dark eyes, which had been for. tho most part shut while this great change was passing over her, and with a natuial impulse turned to look once more on the place where her happiness ? had found her, and then sank down again ? with a little exclamation. Where was the \ light and the gloiy and all the happiness of the life that moved and grew around her? Gone, aud in its place darkness and the ris- ? ing mist and deep and ominous shadows. As l she lay end thought, the sun had sunh behind * the hill and left the great gulf nearly dark, . and, ?s is common in South Africa, the * heavy storm cloud had crept across the blue sky and sealed up the light from above. A * drear wind came moaning up the gorge from t the-plains beyond ; the heavy rain drops be- g gan to fall ono by one; the lightning flickered ( fitfully in the belly of the advancing cloud. Tho storm that John had feared was upon e ber. c Thai came a dreadful-hush. Jess hadrre- *? covered herself by now, and, knowing what r to expect, snatched up her sketching block a and hurried into the shelter of a little cax'O hollowed by water iu tho sido of the cliff. And then with a rush cf ice cold air the tern- r pest burst. Down carne the rain in a sheet; ^ and then flash upon flash gleaming fiercely c through the vapor laden air, and roar upon c roar echoing in the rocky cavities, in volumes of fearful sound. Then another pause mid space of utter silence, followed by a blaze of F light that dazed and blinded her, and sud- I dealy ouo of the piled up columns to her loft ] pw.-xycil to und fro Iilcc a poplar ?n a breo*?; and fell headl?ng with a crash that almost . matered the crackling of the thunder over- * bead and the shrieking of the baboons scared r from their crannies in life eliti. Through it Jess, scared and wet to the skin, managed to f climb up the natural steps, now made almost I ? im passable by tho prevailing gloom and the rus:: of tho water from the table top of the c mountain, and so on across the sodden plain, down the rocky path on the farther side, post <: the little walled hi cemetery, with ils loar j red gnnts planted at its corners, in which a , stronger who had died at ?Jooi?ontein lay 1 buried, and so, just as tho darkness of tho wet night came down like a cloud, homo at j last At t!ie back door stood her old uncle s with a hinten). "I: that you, Jess?" ho called out in his stentorian i ones. "Lord! what a sight!'' as a she emerged, her sodden dress cline,ing to her | ? slight form, her hands bleeding with clamber- j c ing over ?he rocks, her curling hair, which I c liad broken loose, hanging down her back and j ? half covering her face. "Lord, what a sight!" he ejaculated again. * "Why, Jess, where have you been? Capt. Niel has gone out to look for you with the [ i?ai2rs.-'" '-i;,--v? '??? '; --"-? - -' -*i-< ' ?- ;v^:-, '.?.' ?''.."'-'?>;?? "I have been sketching iu Leuw Kloofr and got caught in the storm. There, uncle, let me pass, I want to get these wet things off. It isa bitter night," and off she ran to her room,leaving along trail of water behind her as she passed. The old man entered the house, shut tho door and blew out the lan tern. . ; *??.?;.?. ? "Now, what is it she reminds mo of?" he Said aloud, as ho groped his way down the passage to the . sitting room. "Ah, I .know, that night when she first came here out of the rain leading Bessie by the hand, What can the girl have been thinking of, not to see the thunder corning up? She ought to know the signs of the weather hereby now. Dreaming, I suppose, dreaming. She's en odd woman,' Jess, very. Perhaps he did not unite know bow accurate his guess was and how true the conclusion he drew, from it Certainly she had been dreaming, and she was an odd woman. ? " ? Meanwhile Jess was rapidly changing bor I clothes and. removing the traces of her strug gle with the elements. But of that other struggle that she had gone through she could' i aot remove the traces. They and the lov* that'arose from itw-ould enava& as long ai " she endured. It *as her former self that had been cast offinit and that ^npw lay behind her, an empty and 'me^fngiess thing hke the J shapeless pile of garments. : It was all very. strange. So he had gone to look for her, and had not found her. She was glad that ho bad gone.. It made^her happy- to think of. ] him searching and calling in the wet and the night She was only a woman, and it was natural that she should feel thus. By and by: he would come back and find her clothed and in her right mind and ready to greet bin. She was -glad that he-had not seen her, wet dishevelled, and shapeless. A woman looks bo unpleasant like that It might have turned him against ber. Men like women to look " j nice and clean and pretty.; They.gave her an idea. Sho turned to her glass and, holding the light above her bead, studied her own face attentively in it She was a woman with as little vanity in her composition as it is possible for a woman to have, and she had not t i now given her personal looks much'consideration.; They had not been of great importance to her in the Wakkerstroom district of the Trans vaal. But now all of a sudden they became very important; and so she stood and looked, at her own wonderful eyes, at the masses of curling brown hair still damp and shining from tbe-rain, at the curious pallid face.and the clear cut determined mouth. "If it were not for my eyes and hair ? should be very ugly," she said to herself aloud.. ^If only I were beautiful like Bessie, now. " The thought of her sister gave her an other idea.1 What if he were to prefer. Bes* sie? Now she thought of it,.he had been very attentive to. Bessie. [ A feeling of dreadful, doubt and'jealousy passed through her, for women hke Jess know what jealousy is in its pain. Supposing that it was all in vain, sup posing that what she had to-day given?given with both hands once and for all, so that she could not take it back, had been given to a man who loved another woman, and that woman her own dear sister? Supposing that the fate of ber love was to be like water fall ing unalteringly .on the hard rock that, heeds, it not and retains it not True, "the water wears the rock away ; but could she be satis Sed with that? ~She could master hfta, she knew; even if tilings were 'so, she could win turn to herself, she had' read it in his eyes that ' afternoon; but. could she, who bad promised ber dead mother to cherish and pro tect her sister, whom. till, this afternoon she liad loved better than anything in the world, md "wlaom she still loved more dearly than j aer lif e-rcould she, if it should happen to be hus, rob. that sister of her lover? And if it hould be so, what would her life be like? It would be hke a great pillar after the lights ling had smitten it, a pile of scattered, smok ng fragments, a very heaped up debris of a ife. Khe could feel it even now. No wonder she sat there upon the little white bed holding aer hand against her heart .and feeling terri- j ily1 afraid., ~ . Just then she beard John's footstep in the i?it -' ??? :;'?;'? ? - .. ??.? "I can't find -hor," he said, in. an anxious :one, to some .-one as. she rose, taking her wandle with her, and left the room. Thelight rom the candle fd? upon his face and drip ping clothes. It was white and anxious, and he was glad to see the anxiety. "Oh, thank Godi here you arel" he said, etching her hand. - "I began to think you were quite lost 1 have been right down the oof after yon; and got a nasty fall over it" "It is very good of ! you,"-8he said, in a low roic?, and again, their - eyes. met, and- again he glance. thrilled him. There, was such a wonderful light in Jess*; eyes that night . Half an hoar afterward they sat down us asuol to supper* Bessie did nofcput in an ap pearance till it was a quarter over, and then at very silent through it. Jess narrated oer idyenture in. the Xloof, and .everybody istened, but nobody said much. There was a sort of shadow over the house that evening, jr perhaps ft was that each of the party was hin king of his own affairs. Af tersnpper old Silas Croft began talking about the political >tate of the country, which gave him uneasi: less. He\ said that .he 'believed the B??rs | reaHy meant to rebel against the government his time. ' Frank Muller had told him so, and ae always knew what was. going on. This muouncement. did not tend to raise any body's spirits, and the evening passed as ?lent?y as the meal had done. At last Bessie lot up, stretched her-rounded arms, and said hat she was tired and going to bed. ' "Come into my room," she whispered to her aster as she passed. "I want to speak to you. [to be coxt^tted."] Our State Contemporaries. Scholars vs. Dudes. Laurent Advertiser. The Advertiser has always beco a riend to the'South Carolina University. 3uch an institution is a necessity, if we )clieve in education at all, bat we do iot think that the University is alto gether accomplishing its full measure of isefutaess. So long as its existence is ; political issue, to be opened every two rears, we cannot expect it to become a bining light. There appears too, to >e a certain influence in connection with he College that is anything but encoor Lging. The young men who go to Columbia seem to think they are a jrade better than others. The aristo iratic ideas, worshiping family tradi ious and birth, drives away poor young uen, who, more than others, need such .d institution. We do not desire to injure in the emotest degree this grand old college >Ve would do all in our power to en tourage, rather than to prejudice any ine against the college. A recent editorial in the Collegian, a >aper published by the students of the Jniversity, asks the question, 'Why do Professors in some of our Colleges do 11 they can to push men through who lave learned nothing and who have not eceived a particle of polish.' The school should not be criticised or all i lie gabble of silly school boys. ;ut if this is the sentiment of the stu lents, if 'polish' is so essential, how vouid some of the boys who go to other chools be treated by these students ?i speaking of the University of North Carolina, Dr. Battle, President, says, norc than a hundred youths are at the cstitution, with hands brown with toil, ome cooking for themselves, otherp liring their own cooks, some on county, ippointmeuts free of tuition, others :oing into debt for it, with threadbare ilothes in the coldest weather without jreatcnats, hovering over scanty fires, >ut with the flames of noble resolution >urning in their breasts.* These are the men who will make ?istory; while those who boast of pol i?h are exhibiting how little they know* Education m it* true sen se give the right 'polish.' Whenever you 6od a* man- -wbo-nas-- -worked- -bis -own way through collegexjon: irnd> man jrho is an honor to himself aod-fociety. Young: men who prize . ed oc a ti on for* its o ?? sake., who ar.e w?Hng.to- bear hardship to obtain it, should be encouraged by col .lege professors.' * A' youthwho' "goes" through college simply to - fee called * graduate: w ho obtains. * gh ee pskin be cause it is fashionable, seldom makes* a- success, bev-fenli ?D-afW* lUa thai be has been chasing a phantom. Too Hard on Judge Freastey. Camden Jouruai. ;? Nearly all of the papera in the State are pouring \fint shot" into Judge Press ley aB??t &^Km?1^^??e^Dt?m^^i> ?n York ?jb* iteferebce' tovthVre^t ?M?ie" of! lynching tber?. WKj:?oe ? strike: at the cause ) of - the trouble and e?wt - the Judge in uphold tog ih e law and en forcing it ? .. Did be hoy Usti the troth ? Every one will a?rnt^at'nVold ^li??;'5 as has been *aid* nearer home when tne truth: was- told s that hi L t h e *na?ly square on the head, *yes? it was truth, bui be ought not to have, spoken it sa openly/. . It went to the very: heart ofthe peo ple who were responsible for the wrongs and they did not like to. hear it No*? Judge Presley is tired of the farce and nonsense of the Courta trying to par ish lyncbers. It is a useless waste of time and money to try a lyncher, and the Judge knows it. If the jurors would perform, their doty as fairly as be discharges bis we would have more or* ? der and less ., killing in the State? and many thieves and scoundrels would be in the penitentiary, wber? they prop- ! erly belong, instead of sporting around in so-called good society/as free^vtne:^ best men . in the land.; They , were, ; guilty, but the jury, through a-kindly feeling for him and his relatives, exer cised the prerogative'of th? rovensor-: and pardoned hvni.~ . - < .?-? - ? " - - ": -r'sss '-- . r-i'r. Improving Morals by Legiela?q&v Abbeville Medium. There wasr. no demao d . fox the law * against- carrying concealed weapon* when it was passed. It was the out come of a clamor abonC Whisky and pistols' daring, an excited politicai campaign and we alwav's thought the s i outcry was for the purpose' of diverting 1 I attention from the manipulations of one " ' political faction. Bot no matter how it \ came about,-, a : stringent :law was^eaK? acted against.- the. vice of - carrying g deadly weapons in advance . oiT puttier" sentiment. ' "In very* few instances has it ever beeo: enforced;'/ ^niy''. tb?-1 o b sea re and h a m bl e b a ve' been punished '. to any extent: Prominent and influen tial people can carrypUto?s, with;impon--, tty. They do carry ; and useTtbea. '\ It a crime is committed with such deadly weapons the punishment is not fcicreas ed for this double violation of Uw. 4j . The law against dueling is almost a nullity. Challenges have been ^giyen under th? very shadow ? Supremef ~ Court and all the circumstances publish- ~ ed in the ' newspapers: -NettbW-- Sol?- > citor - or granrp'jury-'haw regarded ctbis? open defiance of the statutes.- I? tbeyrv did undertake to puoisb the- offence it would be exceedingly difficult- to--get a jury to convict'.-; These effort*, t?t-* improving inor?is ;by '* legislation'?*t? vain so far as our State ir concerned..: ' *''?btis'?-ioC. 'J?rte?r -:--;?-: ' "' ;? f ?? Alt this abu?e^of juries and charging/ *r them with the failure to' ^rftrrm Hiier?; rduty is not calculated to make the' :jory--\ system more efficient^/nor to juries any 'more.'readyrto con net. : If ; ft ^ has any influence ' ait *U,*rr' "wilt 'W'$p;~ the other direction.' - ' c :;: Eaflroad Dots; ; ; " Camden journ^J ' Johnson City, T?nu&ss??,-^t?f/iei^' election on,-the etb inst^jto* eie-'wn?t;' the citizeos^L?U&Ji^ to do towards assisting in the construc tion of the C: C. & Ci B.; ft re sulted in the town subscribing $56, 000 to the capital: stock of the proposed road. However* the bonds are: noM?;.^: be issued and delivered. until not less than twenty miles of the road running ' out from Johnson City shall have beep.; completed and operated. ' They evi dently wish to be safe before their money is spent. ^ Wc understand that more hands were put to work on the new railroad daring the past week in order to keep up with the heavy work that is being done. The contractors who are supplying the cross ti es appear to be pushing their - work with all the speed possible, Tbey "will certainly be up with their job, and may complete it long before the limit runs out. The section hands on toe. Camden Branch of the S. C. R. R. are getting this portion of the road in better cond? tion than ii ever bas been before. Prob ably they are getting the road ready for through trains ?rom the C C. ? C. R. R. The people of Chesterfield have been . taking a great deal of interest .in rail road matters, and are Endeavoring to get the managers of the Palmetto Road to run the proposed road by way of Chesterfield Court House and thence to Camden. We would like to see their wishes-accomplished, but at this-time it looks rather doubtful from what we can. learn, as to tho Palmetto Road being built beyond Cheraw. A strong effort is being made to run a road from Cheraw to Suinter, and if that move is success ful we can never expect to see the Pal-., metto road built to Camden. Berkeley Gazette. The * m an i fes to' issued by 'Judge Lynch.'who resides in Yorkville, thie State, and which has been extensively published, is a dangerous paper. It con tains charges against our Courts ?f Justice which are undeniably true, but at the same time, instead of pointing out how the arm of justice may be strengthened, it seeks to justify a fla grant violatioo of the law, which pre suines every man innocent of crime un til provea guilty, and guarantees- to every innocent man protection of -life aod property. But if Judge Lynch is going to issue; manifestos and run ihings his own way unchallenged, it is mighty poor protee- . tion South Carolina can offer anytkibg.