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. aBK 0?^S?L' ^^MiWftLiMMi^HCI^BHBBEH^^^HMi^HBflafcrift^BB^BHMBcFiiMBM^^^^B^i... -fcm p,vjj Bjj^w^ <W?l ff '^Wo Cotton Alllls, one thejo^ ^ i . BLm^ "' ~W* 'S| M ^ /fi HI j"^ ^ ^ The largest Knitting Mill and f - U largest in the South. Two Fur- jM . ? VmV | ' ^L|' | * B 1 ? H/l MJ ((( Dye Plant in the State. An Oil } Ji niture and XV cud Mauufactur- fl) H - t '-J* B ,.1 ' Br < cH H H .w ^^1 I ^L/ I Hi i 111 and Manufacturing Co. that i)) ft -?u** flf^),lcen?illl v'J,J,i Female .1, H I H 'A 1 B I H W '. I B I H W I H ' i L i i? makes an unexcelled Guano. ... J? Seminary. VX^t?| \N c-ks und ,// _H JL JH_ JLJ \ J -b.' ^ JL \/ vl ^ _H_ JL ^ ^ W _|L. -JL_J / f ((( Three Graded Schools. Arte- 'Jl Lights. Q 8'an Water. Populatk?n^0^500^^ VOL L NO. 52. UNION, SOUTH CAROLINA, FRIDAY. DECEMBER 28. 1900. #1.00 A YKAttA ^???^???M??^?r y \ v" v I**-, , / . . ,t i ?^ ; , .' 1 ||,j THE NEWBORN K T * <EHRlST' by highest lit ! adored, Christ, the Everlasting L( . Late in time behold llim c j Offspring oi" the Virgin's | Veiled in Hesh the Godhcac ^ - J llail the Incarnate Deity! Pleased as Man with me f dwell, j Jesus, our Emmanuel. Hark ! the herald angels f |ti Glory to the newborn Kin; r THE BANQUET AT THE HOME. IIY HOWAItD riKLDINO. ICopjTlslil. 1000. br C. W. Uooke.l Philosophers prove the Infinity of pace by usklng you to think or the end of It us a wall with nothing upon the other side. This is declared to be unthinkable. There can be no final place, I1U Willi Willi II VOIU IK'JUini. 1 know better, for 1 have seen that wall. .1 came to It In October. 1S01). There was nothing on the farther side and very little on the nearer. It was not an end. hut a coutlnunuoe, that was Inconceivable to tne. My business hud come to an end. No philosopher could deny that. My nerv ous system was done for. 1 seemed to see It taken out or my body and tacked up on that Jlnal wall like the skin of u squirrel on a barn door. I waj 30 years old, and 1 felt 130. When my friends aRked me What 1 was going to do. 1 simply yayened at V them. / it wan at this time that somd one recommended me to Miss CJIencJon. People have absolutely no conscience In such matters. The young Andy was Informed tliat 1 was a trustworthy and efficient man. a victim rdt misfortunes that would have been/too much for anybody, and she credl/ed the tale. Miss <4 tendon was ai/orpban 34 years old and very prettyyf tier Income Is somewhat more tbn/i a dollar per minute. and there anV jyjs.GOO minutes In a year. She Is ^aid to give about 12 l) irs u day to c/STm-ur Tlic gciitlcnj/au who mentioned my name to Mls^ Glendon persunded me, at her rcqr MrX, to go wltb hlui to call upon her. Vj wa8 too feebleminded to resist. T/h the best of my recollection, 1 dld^ -ytfot clearly understand where 1 wa"v/golng until I found myself In the '"'yty's presence. TTbe sight of Miss Ulcudon produced considerable effect upon me. She tjp** possesses uingnlticent health and re& Teals, even to such eyes as mine were then, the energy of a noble ?nd finely hfdqnced nature. \ forgot for ? few minute? that the pntl|lnkj\blv WflU stood In front of nrn anil I ?'n? rnnwlnny with n mild wurprlms Of talking like a llv'ng anti rational human t*(Dg. After !i?!f ns* hour or generalities |1Ikm r.IeMilori naked me If l would us m bight or m us ^ r rod tew > t . % OONSIDKUAULX KKKKCT ON MR. 1 y KShW '' ': ' /fy From a painting by Knopp. dertake the inanngement of her children's home, a very admirable charity which she had established about a year before. She had heard that i had ho#1 ?r ? -?i ii uoys school In Massachusetts for a couple of years after concluding my college course and tliat I had done wonderful work. She knew that I held a medical diploma, though lj>nd practiced but little. The knowlher'opTnlon. Altogether she Rpoke of my desultory and purposeless career as If It were the very thing she had been In search of. and she apologized with great delicacy for venturing to offer me a position In which pecuniary reward would not be at all equal to my tieserts. Then she named a really , handsome salary and paused for my reply. Now. the fact Is that I would have welcomed such a haven, and, above nil. I would have sacrificed much tor the sake of shoring any sort of work in which Miss Glcmlon was engaged, but I am honest in the main, and this thing was not possible. I told Miss Glcndon frankly that I was fitter to be 011 Inmate of her home than the head of it; that I wns utterly broken down and prematurely In my second childhood and that. In brief, the Institution could not fall Into worse hnnds than mine If the manager were chosen by chance out of the.directory. It appeared that my friend had prepared her for this reply. lie had told her that 1 was a bit the worse for past anxiety and unwisely worried about my health, but that there was really nothing the matter. All 1 needed was a little encouragement. ' Accepting this view, Miss Glendou proceeded to encourage me. She told me how well 1 was looking, and, ns a matter of fact, I actually did look ns rugged ns an ox. In earlier years 1 wns very strong, and the muscular shell still stood, ns the bark of a tree will sometimes stand when the heart of It is dust. Fifty times while she was talking to me 1 had to shake my wits together and with a spasmodic effort remember where 1 was and what had happened, yet 1 talked as straight as a tight string, as my friend informed me afterward, "except," he added, "for that foolishness about your health." The upshot of it was that 1 became IL of that Institution, r * my act was a crime, l was no more li v for it than n deaf man to lead an or! ebestra. However, the novelty of it buoyed me up for a few days, so that none of my subordinates knew that 1 was out of my wits. The work was really extremely attractive to one who had como out defeated from the aeliish strife of money winning, and if I had been only >i little less battered and worn 1 would have heea a fairly efficient person. Even as i was. the force within me might have proved sufficient but for the increasing rush of work incident to the coming holidays. Miss Ulendon had high ideas of the Christmas time, and her plans for ranking It memorable in the home were well considered, but exceedingly comprehensive. Moreover, she looked tc me for suggestions, and 1 was becom Ing Increasingly eager to serve hei well. But when a man's mind Is in such ? AAnHIHaii that ho aon't Hnrv\tt/1 nitan ?*<v iVVUUIVIVU ?UU V uv v??? % vvpvuu U|^/U *u memberlng his own name If aalced foi it in a hurry there is little use is ex THE MORNING OF pectin# him to lay plans or. even to car- sf ry out those of another person. I he- ol gun to worry about the matter, to dream or it and to talk aloud about it, si to ray o wn great shame. to Then I resigned nnd was laughed at by Miss Cleiidon, who assured me that ' ai my success had passed hei utmost ex- B. pectatiuns. So nothing rcuiained but hi to go on, a wooilen niitnmnton ?"i where It stood. And It didn't want to break down! ui Let me assure j'ou that 1 had no appy- a ( tite for such n performance. 1 strove nMl?cf U n.w? m ing the very strength 1 needed. i tr; On Christmas day 1 was at my very w Worst. I wandered from room to room, sh giving orders that others seemed * ar think were rational, though 1 had littl understanding of them myself. We es had many visitors, and 1 greeted them, m and they said pleasant conventional things, as if they noticed nothing amiss er in me. dc And then, as It seemed to me suddenly, we were In the long dining so room. The children were taking their i oi places; the visitors lined the walls, enjoying the sight of so much happiness. lb There were 00 children, and they ht looked to me like 000. The room re seemed to stretch away a mile at least I to where Miss Glendon sat at the far It, end of the tablo with her eyes upon uj me. w I had risen to speak, but why I did ot not know. Every one was waiting. n< 1 could no'; remember what 1 had ?* meant to say nor why I had decided to di speak at all. I merely knew that this bl was the end of nie. and the tears came Into my ej'es. j[ Then in the stillness 1 heard a afmntrn aennl/lntr capiwI T fnlt o ollirhl Jar. There was n faint cry from among the densest crowd of visitors. One of the children near me screamed in a shrill voice, "The floor's slukin down!" R ill I 4&J I w ' I ^ r "MA0N1KICKKTI" SHE SOBBED. ( ; Far awny I could see Miss Qlendon's face as white as paper. 1 was mildly c > interested, half nwnkencd. It came ^ to me like a commonplace that the eel- jt > lar extended only half" the length of ^ the house. p > "Sit still," said 1 In a tone of ardinu- v . ry conversation. "There Is no cellar q under us." ^ Rather the tone than the words re- j, i assured them. The rush that had been $ . Imminent did not come. Some of the r more nervous visitors edged away by p the t**a doors that were available. . 1 g * THE NATfVITY^ ^ mv Miss (Jlcndon whispering lo some | th f the girls, who went out quietly. j The housekeeper standing in the door lin lid, "I w 11 nt ten of the higgest lio.vs po i help me with something." 1 I told them off mechanically, with pei y pointing linger, and they went out. of y this time there were not more than gli; ilf as Aiany people in tlie room and thi c'<WtCiL,1? ,D>oeJ> .wultrlii ns e other room," said Miss CJIeudon iu i?>elear, high tone. fig Then there was a rush, but not what loo Iglit have been. I walked as In a coi nnec to the door where she stood mil bile the last child passed out. Then inc ie closed the door and clasped her , A nis Impulsively around me. , bel "Magnificent!" she sobbed. "The (in- ' or ;t lie God ever put Into a man's ah< outh!" its "Eternal heaven." 1 cried, "it's this id of the bouse that the cellar Is un>r! I?I had forgotten!" But she would never believe It. She ild It was my modesty. She got an ilnion from the carpenter that the A )or must have fallen and cost a dozen. m res and no man knoweth how many M oken boties but for my coolness and ady wit. I It Is all nonsense, but I can't prove 1 , and the less readily because 1 began i M ?on that day to recover. 1 den't know j m by. Perhaps it was the natural course * ' the malady; perhaps Providence had > further need of me In the character ' a lunatic. At any rate, i am well to* ly and should be more than hnpi>y at for ibe false halo that 1 wear In ie eves of tlie woman 1 love. 'HE MADONNA IN ART r, ln< (VRIED CONCEPTIONS BY THE da WORLD'S GREATEST PAINTERS. !' th phael'a Slatlne Madonna and the oll "Midonna dell* Bedln" ? A Slory Q1| About Murillo'a "Madonna of the Napkin." er] There Is one subject for a picture 'bleb has uever grown old or tiro >me. It was seen In tbe rough daubs M f tbe painters of the dark ages when iclted wax and coarse wood were the rtist's materials and the knowledge f anatomy was a fearful thing akin tb > witchcraft; It Is seen nowadays hung CI i the Salon, painted on fine canvas "I rlth paints that are almost luminous, rawn by master bauds aud signed by laster names. The Madonna and the hild?no subject has ever stirred the earts of mcD as this one has. because o subject could be so universally un* erstood. The scholar and tlio prince-, le peasant woman and the little child, one fails to grasp its moaning, and tirough tne hearts of all it sends a indred thrill. It would be Impossible to make a ollection of all the Madonnas that ave been painted. There would be at sast a thousand, and they are scatter- i il all over the world, from Raphaels of iriceless value to the modest canases whkcb adorn village churches. Ihere have been many controversies. X), regarding the merit of the paintigs, soune preferring the modern Maonnas and some the anclont. "What is the greatest Madonna ever tainted1 asked a fashionable enraver. He pointed to an etching of e Sistino Madonna. ' And what is tin? .Madonna that 3*011 ve the most call for?" I pursued. lie luted to the same picture, riiere Is 110 doubt about it. It is the iu*l of them all. the crowning work Raphael's long procession of Vlris. The others were but studies for s one. With the dignity of a mothflt'd. of a queen she holds her son In Ul wu^ci vru vj 110 aiu. ut* [nation' In nt? tlyvw, -cuu divine Ink in the Virgin's face of Infinite upnsslon, as If she understood the series of men and would be their diator. mother of Itnphuers works was set Tore me-the "Madonna dolla Sedla." the Madonna with the chair, and out this there is a pretty story. In ily there lived a peasant named Ma HJtAD OV TITK SISTIXK MADONNA. [By Raphael.] . She was a good girl In every waylustrious, devout and charitable. One y she found a hermit lying ill on the juntuin side, and as a reward for the lp she gave him he blessed her, no e legend goes, and prophesied that c day she would be painted as the ather of Clod. Years passed by, and she sat In the garden one sunny aftnoon with her baby In her arms and r little boy playing about her knee a ndsomc young man entered the gate id paused in admiration on seeing the oup. "I am Raphael Sanzio," he said, dofig hia velvet cap. "and 1 would like paint you as you sit there." And iat was the original of the Virgin, the hild and the little St. John In the dudonna della Sedla." If I had not been speaking partlcurly of Madonnas with the Child. I I lould have placed Murlllo's "Immacuite Conception" next to the Slstlne Ma >nnn in popularity, for certainly this rent masterpiece is appreciated. There MADONNA AND CHILD I By OTMM.1 I I ITT n m NEWBORN RING. | * I f>ISKN with healing on His ' > M'illgS, ight and life to all He brings, all, the Sun of Righteousness! ail, the Heaven born Prince of Peace! oly Father, Holy Son, * oly Spirit, Three in One ! lory, as of old, to Thee, >\v and evermore shall be ! urli ! the herald angels sing lory to the newborn King. Charles Wesley. jl. i; T iFH JBV ' * %! . __ > -? ^ Is, however, n less well known Virgin of Murlllo about which there Is a curious story. As he was about to leave a monastery where he had been executing nil altar piece, the cook, a fervent brother, begged the artist to paint him a little Madonna. The prayer was such an earnest one that Murlllo could uot refuse. There was no canvas on The features were oV snob benuty that the"Napkin." " nnA ? to Among the modern paintings the Madonna of Rodenliauseu, with her long flowing hair and her sweet faced Child, is a great favorite. True, the girlishness of the Virgin detracts somewhat from her dignity, but that is the modern idea. The "Virgin of Deliverance," by Hebert, Is a masterpiece and Is one of the very best of the modern conceptions of Mary, combining as It does great dignity with sweetness. The Qer^ man artist Grosse, who spent some of the best years of his life studying Raphael, has painted an admirable Madonna, but perhaps of all living artists Bouguereau's talent for painting beautiful young girls and little children enables blm to give us the most poetic and beautiful Virgin. Maud Robinson. SIGNS OF CHRISTMA8. BY WILLIS B. HAWKINS. When ma begin* to tiptoe round "i j 'N we begin to hear (.i A certain bushy, whisp'rln sound _ 4 About tliis lime of year. We know that she 'n Sandy CI a us ; Arc flxin things to do, i j j 'H *o we never peek, becauae , 'j They never want us to. : | When sister Marv goes about A-hlntln that (lie wishes , J She had a (capot with a spout To match tier set of dishes, We know it's time for us to writs Our letters 'n to set 'em Beside the hearth where, in the night, Olc Sandy ClausMl get 'am. -3 When all the seats In Sunday school / Are filled *ith girls 'n boys i ; 'M no one ever breaks a rule 'It makes a bit of noise. We know it ean't be very long j Till Sandy will appear j 'N pass his presents to the throng j That comes but once a year. ] When Aunt Melindy comes 'o brings The children 'n the bird, 'N she 'n ma make popcorn strings. We never say a word. But anybody ought to see That she has come to stay Till time to hav* the Chrla'tnus tres. Which can't be far away. When pa comes sneakln 'crost the lot You'd think he'd stole the things he's got Inside his overcoat. We know it's time tor us to run 'N carry in the wood . 'K see that all our chores are done t 'N otherwise be good. Why, Indeed? Waitress ? Ronstbeofmuttonroas?* porkmnKhedorbrownpotatoesbeetspuddlngorple? Customer? H'm. Are not tbese thing* till In separate dishes? "Yesslr." "Then why do you announce them as If they had already been made Into hash?"?Indianapolis Press, The price paid for a cradle U kMfel waasr.?Ohleago MeWl. '-4