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" ~ ~~ ~ WINNSBORO, S. C., WEDNESDAY, JULY 1, 1885. ~
I*Tw8s a day of storm, for the giant Atlantic,
rolling in pride.
Drawn by the full moon, driven by tbe fierce
wind, dde upon tide.
Flooded our goor little Channel. A hundred
Were'watching a breach new broken?when
suddenly some one cries,
"A boat coming in!"?and, rounding tbe pier?id
that hid her before.
There, sure enough, was a stranger smack,
head straight for tbe shore.
How will she where each wave is a
m/Mmfuin? * 1
E uivwMtaiwi ? lAlV iVl UV
Eun up a there fc# show ber or: the right
place! Sbo ia 1.1 land now!
She is close?v.? rush on the galloping
As the -water sinks from beneath her?her
-o?e touches the land.
And tfeeo (as rude h;*xls, sacking a city,
rieedy of prey,
To8S,Tjt6oaje littered chamber, a child's toy
A gy?4t wave rose from behind, and lifting
her, towored, and broke,
,A?<J flung hef headionjr, down on the hard
beacb. close to the folk.
C*uh: * * ? But 'tis only her bowsprit
gone?ske is saved somehow; . * *
And a cheer broke out, for a hundred hands
have hoM of her now.' f" J;.;
they 'twas her bowsprit saved her, or
r&ue mast nave jroae over iaca;
Her bowsprit it whs that saved her; and little
they think, those men."
Of one weak wore an that prayed, as she J
watched them ten;pest-driven!
They say 'twas her bowsprit saved her! I say,
'twas that prayer, and Heaven J
MY SISTER SUSETTA.
"I am going, Addie, so it is useless
to argue the point," my sister says, as
she stands on tip-toe to pluck a rose
tli:>t is almost out of her reach, her
loose sleeve falling back from her beautifully-molded
arm with, its dimpled elSusetta
is so pretty that everybody
falls in love with her?men, women,
taiid children; but she has her faults?
whp has not??and her obstinacy
; makes me sigh.
She is affinnced to one of the best
young men that ever drew breath; but
they quarrel so often that I wonder
if their engagement will ever end in
> 4 Trevor Chudleigh is awfully fond of
v. her; but she does lead him such a
Now, if I only had a lover like Tre^
vor, how differently I would behave.
Alas! I am not a beauty, and although
i "handsome is as handsome does" is
a very good saying, young men, as a
rule, prefer pretty faces to plain
.Trevor is away, worse luck! and before
he went begged Sxsetta not to at>
r tend those awful races. It wasn't
mnch to ask^I tMnk; but Susetta says
he is a tyrant, and if she doesn't get
^ some enjoyment out ot me Deiore sae
is married,, she never will afterward.
v She is going with those Fieidwicks,
and Trevor always says that Mrs. Fieldwick
She eertainly does paint and powder
n . openly, as'indifferent to criticism on
"X . that point as Lady Morgan; but she's
* an amiable woman for all that Still,
f if I were Susetta, I would not seek her
- * society, knowing Trevor'^s dislike to
But poor Susetta is so fond of pleasw
ure. It is a perfect mania with her. '
She always wants to be amusing herself,
and hates quiet as much as I love
it wcmdtfT -how Trevor and
~will get on if they-ever do mar
rl>f xvi. jj\? ? dv giavc auu oiuuiv ujliu
she "so giddy and flighty.
He said to me one day?how well I
remember his words?
"Addie, I wish your sister resembled
you in your fondness for home. She
" always wants to be gadding about. I
P never saw such a restless creature in
"You must bear with her," I answer.
ed. "She is so youn<* and pretty. Tre^
vor, and we have made such a pet of
? her. She does..not know what it is to
be denied anything she wants."
Vltnow you always stand np for
m v^er? ?e'observed with a smile; "you
are a good girl, Addie."
This was befere he went away to London
on business. He has been gone
about a week, and Susetta has had a
h , letter from him every morning. Happy
Sasetta! What more can she want
since she has his love? It would not
be rauc'i of a sacrifice to stay away
. ' from the rapes.?
Sasetta looks lovely in her blue dress,
cocuettish hat, and blue veil, and it
* isn t likely, she tells rae, that she is
going to stick at home whale other peopie
are enjoying themselves.
"If old Trevor"?he is eight-andtwenty-?"doesn't
like it he can do the
A other tiling," she says, with a laugh.
Kh "Why don't you marry him yourself,
|a| you little prude?"
mm "Because he never asked .me," is my
quiet reply; "but if a good man loved
!?p^ me I would never trifle with his feelings,
"You are perfection, and I am not,"
L says my pretty sister. "Good-bve,
t And she hurries out of the house, for
a smart four-in-hand has just drawn
up at the door, and going to the window
I watch Susetta as she is helped
. up to the top and takes "her place be<
side Mrs. Field wick, whose red and
7> v white is laid on extra thick I fancy to^
Then I sit dcwn on the sofa and cry
a little for Trevor, but more for myself.
"I- - 1 Z 1 JX T
va: u 3e aau tuv cu me, uvn ca^ci ij x
would have obeyed his slightest wish!
But he does not love me?so what is
the use in indulging in such thoughts?
They are foolish and wrong.
Mother and our one servant are not*
( ? very observant, but the fear that they
may notice that I have been weeping
mates me dry my eyes; bat not because
fc I have made myself uglier than ever.
Perfection, Susetta caSed me. Yes, I
am a perfect fright ^
I look at myself steadily in the mirror.
What do I see? A small pale
* - face, light eyes, and sandy hair. An
t entrancing picture, truly.
Alma TsHemx savs a woman witfe a
beautiful figure seldom has a beautiful
^ face, and my figure is undeniably good.
Sosetts. has oftea told me so for ray consolation,
when I have admired her
There is a double knock at our front
door, and our servant being busy I open
m "A telegram, miss," says the bpy
who stands there.
It is for Susetta, and I open it without
hesitation, for Susetta and I have
no secrets from eacii other.
To my dismay, it is from Trevor to
say that he will be with Sasetta that
^ afternoon. Of course, she would not
, behere to receive him, Wfiai will he
"My dear, it is no business of ours;
Susetta must manage her own affairs.
, She would go to the races, and your
sister and Trevor must settle the matV
ter between them."
fr - Mother is a little bit vexed with Sucftfto
-fro? TVavai* ia ? rorr wwvl m<Mi_
and sh8 might hare stopped at home
for once just to please him.
k MIf she had only known he was comr*
ing to-day," I say regretfully, "sho
. v :
would not have gone in that case, and
all would have been well.",.,
"Don't you bother your dear little
head over Susetta'js. affairs," returns
mother; kissing- me.. "YoaUl .fiiye
enough io do'ifriyoa troubler- yourself
about her. There never"" Was^such an
"But she love's Trevor,*" I say earnestly.
"I doubt it," returns mother, shaking:
her head. "If she cared for him
she would be ready to make a greater
sacrifice than stopping away from the
races for his sake.
"But she is so pretty, mother, and so
fond of pleasure.
"All the worse for Trevor," retorts
mother, who is deeply vexed. "But
since you are so staunch in her defense,
I'll leave you to make excuses for her.
My head aches, and I am" going to lie
"Bat, oh, mother! what can I say to
him?" I cry.in dismay.
"Just what you please," returns
mother. "If i" were to see him, I
should tell him what I think of Susetta's
behavior, and you would object to
that, I know."
"Oh, mother! don't be hard on our
petted darling," I say, and mother's
face relaxes, and I see" a smile lurking
at the corners of her mouth; but she
won't wait to see Trevor, neverthe-*
will look so bright and eager
when he comes into the room, and I
shall see such blank disappointment on
his face, as he looks in vain for Susetta
?Susetta who is enjoying herself at the
races in company with those objectionable
I go to the piano, but. rise from the
music stool in a very few minutes, and
take up a book, then, throwiBgitdown,
begin to walk restlessly to and fro, for
I can settle to nothing.
T Vaam TVat-av I* r? n or ofi
i i ucai vi auwAiug
the hall door. I know his rat-tat-tat
so well, and an instant later he is in
the room, asking eagerly for Susetta.
"TTas she not pleased to get my telegram?"
"She was far away from home when
it came," I say, trying to appeal' at my
ease, "so I opened it^
"Quite right, sister Addie," returns
Trevor, looking a little disappointed,
but still speaking cheerfully. "But
where is Susetta?
"She is spending the day with sow?
friends," I answer, with a foolish u*
sire to put off telling the truth as long
Trevor's handsome face darkens, and
. his eyes flash ominously, as he says:
"Adeline, shfe has never gone to the
races??she would not do that after
what I have said. But you don't an
swer me. She has gone, then?"
I am still silent, and Trevor begins
to pace up and down the room in a
state of the greatest agitation. He is
terribly put out, and makes no attempt
to hide it from me. 1 1 * " * '
"And I shortened my stay in London,
and hurried back for this," he
says, bitterly, coming to a standstill
before my chair. "Addie, I am beginning
to wonder if Susetta is worthy of
all the love I have lavished upon her."
"Nonsense, Trevor," I say", quickly.
"You most not speak like_th&t_,of my_
sister- t Sheila loollsii,' 1 Know; bat^
there is nofca;better"girl in' the'whole!
He gives me a quick glance as I finish
speaking, and sighs impatiently.
"1 know one thing," ho says, after a
pause; 4,she could not have a better sister.
Why is it you always take her
pan, -a.uu.ie. .nave juu uv ojiuya i>ujf
He puts liis hand on my shoulder as
he speaks, never dreaming how that
light touch thrills me; and how hard it
is to steady my voice, as I reply:
"I sympathize with you both. Ah!
if you would only take 'Bear and forbear
for your motto?"
"Have I not borne enough already?"
demands Trevor, with . another sigh.
4'Addie," he cries, suddenly, and the
blood rushes to his face, "she has not
gone with the Fieldwicks? She has!
Then, by Heaven! I will never forgive
"Hush, Trevor!" I say soothingly.
"You will be sorry for talking like this
when your anger is over. After all,
she has not done anything desperately
I hesitate for a moment, scarcely
knowing what reply to make; but I
must say something in my sister's defense,
and I answer, gently:
"You forget how different we are,
Susetta and L She is so fond of pleas-,
ure, and I have ever been a iiorae
"What a fortunate man your husband
wi'.I be!" says Trevor. "You are
the woman to make.a man's home happy,
and fill his life with sunshine."
""But men love beauty," I say, with a
faint smile. %
"Then men are fools." exclaims Trevor,
forgetting that his remark is.
scarcely complimentary, and he, at any"
rate, has not been proof against the
fascination of a pretty face. "I mean,"
he adds, quickly, "that a man who is
wise will seek a wife who is good, as
well as beautifuL"
"The man who is wise will not marry
at all," I observe _ laughingly. "He
that tafces a wite tates irouoxe ana
car^J sr^r T
Bui Trevor is joot ixt the humor . to
laugh at anything." He hates the idea
of Susetta associating with the Fieldwicks,
and is deeply wounded that she
should have gone to the races, in defiance
of his wishes.
Trevor and I are in the garden "when
the four-in-hand dashes up to the gate,
and l notaoe' with horror that . Mr.
Fieldwick shows evident signs of havinghadtoo
He wears aialse hose, and presents a
wholly comical/ appearance. At any
other time I should End it impossible
not to laugh; but now I can feel nothVinf
?usetta is helped down by a young
man with light hair, and stands at the
gate as the coach bowls along the road.
She has not seen Trevor yet When
! she does, her cheeks lose a little oi
their rich bloom, and a half-frightened,
half-defiant, look comes into her eyes.
"Yon here, Trevor," she. says, holdi
ing out her hand.
"You did not expect to see me," he
i observes, coldly.
"If I had, I should have stopped at
home," she answers, and then I slip indoors
and let them alone.
R Presently Susetta joins me, but without
Trevor. They have quarrelled it
seemed and parted in anger.
"Susetta/ I say. entreatingly, "you
have not sent him away?"
"He has gone, my dear," she answers,
and begins to sing; but I fancy
her Toice trembles a Ufue.
"Oh, Susetta,,vI say, "pray think of
what you are doing. Ee lores you
"He says he-neyer wanlsuto. soe my
face again," she" answers,'and" then continues
her song. y - r
It is growing dark, but I fancy I cam
see a figure lingering near the gate.
\ \ ?
uan it be Irevor?.
"Snsetta," ;I.say, "do you know Trevor
is going.to leave England?"
It is an awful lib, for be had never
said so; but it is what I imagine he will
do if his estrangement with Susetta
continues* and I cannot bear to see
these two ..people, who lore each other,
spoiling their lives from sheer obstinacy
and Bl-temper. I love them so dearly
that X would fain see them happy.
"Going to leave England because I
went to the races. 1 suppose vou
tnean," says Susetta. "Well, let him
"H youdonteare.whyare you crying
?** 1 ast, hoping that she is crying;
for ram nbt; sure of it, and the assertion
isonlya bold venture on my part
: "I am not crying," replies my sister,
in achokipg voice. "If, Trevor-loves
me soilittfe. that he can leave me for
ever because I committed- an act of folly,
he isn't worth crying $bout Perhaps
if ho ;l5ar?3my consEien^:hadugrieked
me all dzjt iad,
howil^ad; resolved never to. go out
with. those horrid, people again, he
wouldn't .have been so hard upon me."-.
1 "It is too late' now," I say, watching
Trevor's shadow.. "After all, dear, he
was tporexacting, you'll find some one
inore^kiiki ;and "considerate^and learn.
ti> forget .him." .: . ;u-. . :: ..
I "Never!" replied my sister, indignantly.
"If you had ever been in love,
cnii Wftrfd IcnoW'thaf'suefi a thins is
impossible. You have no feeling iSelihe.",^
"Darling^! TIuSl cxpjessionv.idoes not
(some from me", but from Trevori; who,
" feapiiig window, "clasps
Susetta in liis arms.
: I am aboutj0-i^eyre^fjrom the room,
when Trevor? sCi& holding my- sister' ra
his embrace, takes my hand and lifts it
to. his lips.
j "Addie," he says, "I shall never forget
the service you have done me. "
> "Was it a plot between yon?" asks
Susetta, struggling to free herself.
Trevor sf^utiy denies this, and so do
I, and Suse&St appears satisfied. But
in her own mijld 1 fancy she stall has
her doubt&XrISknow one thing, she is
always^frat'eful to me for what I ..did
that night.If she knew all, perhaps
she Wj^uKI be.mot.e grateful still,
| A; Picture?The Creoles.
J 5 .ffil ' \ ' ?* ~
A correspondent ofthe San Francisco
^tgonaut^vTiting from New
element here- is cxclnsiv^ia
the^eixtreme. It hasja vigorous
contempt for the;American element of
1.the>itjv-apd-l am informed' by a very.
ola^Bwflent here- that there are manydenizens
of ' the" French (jnarter who
have never crossed Canal street. They
are content Jo live and die in one
place, and desire no fame7 outside of
their own neighborhood. In that respect
they are like the Parisians they
so abjectly adore.
Who has not' heard rhapsodical descriptions
of the Creole girl given by
hard breathing and thick lipped enthusiasts?her
voluptuous figure, 'heavyiidded
and languishing eyes, dark hair,
and olive and oval face, which she car-'
ries about in a please-some-one-loveme
expression? Don't dream about
<"?y mo-rtv- --Como and see her.
Look at her, as she <slouehes' out of a.
doorway, "in a calico wrapper, the pattern
and color of which long ago
ceased to be obvious, and drags herself
along to the adjoining house to gossip
-with anothor beauty.
Mark how the heels of her slippers
.have been vigorously "run down" till
there is no after-section at all to speak
of, and then follow the squat figure up
to the head- The face is always an interesting
one, but seldom beautiful.
Almost invariably the mouth is large
and the teeth prominent, but the chin
is dimpled and small. The cheekbones
are high, the eyes dark, and the
skin is' coarse andgreasy, often covered
with ill-laid streaks of powder. She
is clever, tnougn, wnen sue iaiK.s, ana i
'often very bright, and she bas the same I
idea of honor that her lackadaisical
sister has on the other side of town,
jln this respect the girls of New Or!leans
are all alike?they , will never
brook familiarity from a comparative
;stranger, and their street manners are
| severe and proper in the highest de'gree.
Once the ice is broken, however,
: they rush to a finish at headlong speed.
Tomen to whom they have not "been
> properly introduced they are ice; to
men they know they are gushing, fiopf
ping, and effusive even in public.
Celluloid Versus Linen.
\ "Celluloid cufis and collars are worn
(more generally now than ever before,"
j said a wholesale and retail dealer on
j Broadway to a reporter.
"How do you account for that fact?"
" "It is simply a question of economy.
: Washing now is high. It costs almost
as much to launder a pair of linen
cuffs and collars as it does to buy them.
The celluloid articles can be cleaned
?t _ 4
ptjjlltjuviv cui 11KJ wdk niuiiu tnw aajua
utes. When celluloid cuffs were first
made they were too thick and rattled
too audibly when they came in contact
with any hard substance. This was
i quite objectionable. But now those
manufactured are so thin and pliable
and so much like linen that few people
could detect their quality unless they
, 4,Do you sell them principally in
; New York?"
"A great celluloid trade is done in
the west. The washerwomen out there
must be either bad or hard to get, so
the men wear celluloid cuffs and collars
and save time, trouble and anuoyance.
You would be surprised if I told you
some of the hip-h-toned men about town
who wear them. They don't disguiso
\ the fact, and swear they have gone
back on linen collars and cuffs forever.
Celluloid goods always appear laun
dered, and never melt dcwn in hot
weather. The big celluloid cuff and
collar trade begins in the summer
months. Youths going to Coney Island
with their sweethearts want them and
old men too. They are becoming so
popular that I predict that within ten
years they will altogether supersede
linen for collars, and cuffs."?N. T.
Mail and Express.
Chinamen are generally not numerous
around or near mining-camps, being
in ill-favor with the miners. Here
wa3 the only one we saw, a seemingly
bright fellow, who said he was naturalized,
and with a seven-by-nine smile
said: "Ale pliceman on my mother's
side and washwoman on my father's
cir?o " TTa was chattering to himself
in his tea-box language when one of
the miners, with an oath, informed him
that if he didn't make less noise he'd
start a lead-mine in him. It had its effect.?Cor.
N. Y. Evening Post.
A twenty dollar Confederate note was
passed on a Chinese merchant in Portland
, Ore., last week. It was difficult
for the police justice to make him understand
that the note was not a forgery,
but simply worthless. He had
never heard of the lost cause.
K/AUVT32 $ 2PT
FAMOUS SONGS OF PRAISE. Hymns
that Have Been Son; for ilany
The Roman Catholic church has ever been
the friend of the arts of painting, ;
sculpture and music, and without her ;
"cherishing care much that we now \
have as glorious relics ? of early art
would have been destroyed and lost. ;
This is especially true of music. The *
highest and grandest contributions to
the musical art have been inspired by
the Catholic church, and are the work
oi ner votaries, in tne music mat waa
sung in the churches recently some of
the hymns are 800 years old, coming to
us out of what we are pleased to term
the darkness of the middle ages.
The Gregorian chant, or tones, a }
name given to certain choral melodies, }
gets its name from Pope Gregory the *
Great, who was himself a musician
and taught at the Lateran palace,' so
that this form of music comes to us
from about 590-600. Thi3 ecclesiastical
chant is the chant of the Catholic ?
church all over the world. In it we
have all that the priest sings at the
mass, and it is in general use by choirs
of ecclesiastics, in the course of time
abuses of one kind or another crept'"
into church music, for the reason that
there was no established form, until ?
the time of Tope Marceiius ll, aoout
1555. In his time music had so degenerated
that he thought to throw it out
of the church altogether. Before proceeding
to this extreme step, however,
a consultation was held with Palestrinf,
a great musician. He promised the
pope to introduce music that would not
be chargeable with the grossness and
i uncouthness of that which it was to
supersede. He composed tho work '
known as the Messa di Papa Marcello
(the mass of Pope Marceiius) which
was so thoroughly a success that the
pope accepted him, and gave him full
powers to go on and recast and remodel
as he chose. The mass of Pope
Marceiius is a magnificent work, it ;
was given at the recent plenary council
at Baltimore. This style of music
-i _^ t - v-3
j IS lUHl WJUCU 1ULUJ3 LUC UUU ui wan '
made known by the Cecilian society,.;
which is now widely spread over the [
Uuited States with the intent of jen|
couraging good classical church music.
This ralestrina music is the style used' ?
in the Sistine chapel, where the pope 3
to-day will celebrate Easter. The eel- ;
e bra ted Misereres for which the Sis
tine chapel is famous in Holy week,
composed by Baini, Mustapha, and
others, are sung in that music, and to )
hear them during tho week just closed .
people flocked to the chapel from ail !
parts of the world. The grandest musical
achievements of the masters of
the past one hundred years have been ;
in church,mu6ic. and tne names of Beethoven,
Meyerbeer, Haydn, Handel, .
Mozart, Mendelssohn, and, later,.Kossini
and Gounod, are attached to numerous
so-called themes. Gouuod, who };
is still living, has composed a beautiful .
Ave Maria. Mercadante has composed, a
number of beautiful masses. The. \
masses most popular in xwuiu io-uayj?
are those of Morcadante, Tirziana.jF
and De Pietro, a Jesuit Kossini'sr,
Stabat Mater is always a favorite^ inx|
Rome. Of Pales trina's music it should..].
be understoocLEhat. ft was.
| ten by him,"1Snt taught, and^S'Tradi- :
No less a person than the illustrious
Charlemagne himself is the reputed
i author of the "Veni Creator Spiritur,"
| who died at Aix-la-chapelle, his crown
upon his head, and his copy of the
I gospels upon his knees, Jan: 28, 814,
! so that it is now at least 1074 years old.
The 4tO Salutaris Hostia" is a hymn
sung during the office called benediction,
at the moment when the tabernacle
is opened in order that the consecrated
host may be removed and placed '
in the monstrance prep area lor its
solemn exposition. The custom of introducing'
this hymn at high mass
is at least as old as the fifteenth
century, while the hymu itself is prob ably
much older. This theme has been
treated by many musical composers.
The "Magnificat" has been used as the
vesper canticle of the chnrch from time
immemorial, and the evening office has
also been so constructed as to lead up
to it as its chief point of interest The
text of the "Magnificat" ha3 been
grandly illustrated by Bach, Mendelssohn,
and active composers of the
iQodern school in the oratorio style,
with full orchestral accompaniments.
King Robert IL, of France, who succeeded
to the throne of his father,
Hugh Capet, in 997, is credited with
the authorship of the Veni Sancte
opirifcus njrlLlIl, 21 11} 111U >V UlUU 13 IBgarded
as "the loveliest of all the
hymns in the whole circle of Latin
sacred poetry." The king was a
saint, a poet, and a musician, and his
ability to compose this great hymn is
The Stabat Mater is a Good Friday
hymn. Its author, Jacobus de Benedicts,
was boru at Todi, of the noble
Italian house of Benedetto, and rose
to distinction as a jurist About 1268
he lost his wife, and, broken-hearted,
renounced the world to join the order
of St Francis. There are several
English translations of this great.
hymn. The following is the opening
stanza of a recent translation by no
less celebrated a person than our
countryman, the late Gen* John A.
Dix, while minister plenipotentiary at
Near the cross the Savior bearing:.
Stood the mother lone despairing;
Bitter tears do-wn-lalling fast.
Wearied wag her heart with grieving:,
Worn her breast with sorrow heaving;
Through her soul the sword had passed.
The ordinary Atlantic storm waves
are not more than thirty feet high, but
when the barometric pressure is unusually
low at the storm's center and
relatively high around its outer circle
the level of the sea is raised over a
large area, and the winds blowing in
on the center occasionally heap up the
waters to tie height of forty-five feet
In a monograph published by the hydrogr&phic
office, it is stated that storm
waves, at rale intervals, haVe been observed
mounting from forty-four to
forty-eight feet above the sea level.
TViafr tSo (Xt.r-m?n i r? apottaHo A
"mountain of water" sufficiently demonstrates
her prowess, despite the
scathing she received.
A Bright Boy."
While teaching in a large school in
Pennsylvania Miss Crayon had sole
charge of a not particularly bright little
fellow whose education had just begun.
During the reading lesson one day
Georgie stumbled and come to a dead
stop at the.word mat
"Spell it Georgie," said, the teacher.
"M-a-t," read the boy.
"Well, what is it?"
"Oh yes, you do," said Miss Crayon,
encouragingly. "Come now Georgie,
what do you wipe your feat on?"
"Oh!" cried the little fellow with &
long-drawn sigh of relief, "M-a-t, towel
A War Picnic. '
While Longslreet was in front of Suf- ,
folk, writes Ned Buntline, pecking at
is with Wright's batteries, instead of
coming in and "wiping us oat," as he
could have done before we were rein- j
forced, a report came in that he was
massing a heavy force to the southeast
our lines, our weakest point of defense.
To learn the true state of things 1
at that point i was sent with a small ;
c/*tntin<r -nartv fcv the wav of the Shingle
^ c j - - * w
company s canal into Lake Drummond,
to scout'from thence south of the Dismal
' Going in skiffs, we reached a landing
on tolerably solid ground, and
tamped for the nteht on a little knoll in
$ dense thicket of scrub pine, a half
ioHe or thereabout from the point of
landing. Of course, I had sentinels
Jtell out from our bivouac, for we knew
from many sounds that the enemy were
iaot far from us. All went well through
tie night, and at dawn we made coffee
*nd cooked some venison that I had
jK&,ffozn old. Sfoke. at the head of the
^Salaa We came by his place on.the
previous afternoon. The . sentinels
were called in to breakfast, for there
seemed to be no immediate danger.
We iiad just squatted to our conee anu
jgrist when a sound struck our ears
5?hich made overv man in silence 1
spring up and grasp his Sharp's car- :
bine. It was the heavy tread of men. 1
We had just got our arms in hand when f
a dozen men in rebel gray, led by a
lieutenant over six feet high and lean
as a nail, broke right through the bush 1
in front of us. 1
*' In a 3econd, while both parties stood
at a ready, the lieutenant, cried out:
< ' "Hold on, Yanks! If you'uns won't
shoot, we'uns'll hold fire. That coffee
^mells mighty good?we'uns haven't
had none for a year. We've lots of tobacco,
He and his men looked so gaunt and
hungry, and so little like enemies just <
then, that I cried out:
5 -"If you'll stack your arms out there
and trust to us. you shall share in grub
-and coffee, and then be free to go back ':
and fi^ht it out if vou want to."
"Good as sweet corn! We'uns are 1
mighty hungry, you bet!"
* 'They at once stacked arms, and we
did the same, and while our cook put
more coffee and more steak on the fire
yre sat there on the ground, the blue 1
and gray, and talked as if we were old j
jfriend& Not about the war or its
causes, but about camp life and other 1
And the'way our coffce went down,
with hard tack aud juicy venison steak,
'would have satisfied the proudest landlord
that ever bragged of his table.
:r After we had filled up, the Virginians
brought out their tobacco, and did their ;
share of treating. The lieutenant had
a huge canteen of old peach brandy,
jmd that went the round!
* After we had got so friendly I asked
the lieutenant how he came to be in on
that point. He replied:
: "I was sent to watch lest you 'uns
jeame this way in force to take us on
:the flank. Our main force is massed
^n front, where the batteries are ready
3k> go in if you uns weaken, ana tne
bid man (Longstreet) was afeared you
Snts:kt;comc^ t&rough the swamp and
'ta^enS'Srfhe rear! 'What were 'uns
doing here?" "Just
out on a hunt for fresh meat;
got this deer last night." . 1
"Well the best o' luck to you. You :
don't feel like fightin1 now do you?"
"Not if you boys don't. It would be j
a pity to spoil this picnic that way."
So we all shook hands, traded coffee .
for tobacco, and separated, at least for 1
then, as friends. 1
The next day on the lines we were all
throwing lead and iron at each other.
The Judge'a Dog Story.
"You talk about dogs," said the
Judge, "you talk about dogs?1 can
tell you the funniest story about a :
dog/ - j
* * At _ J ! J 1
vuia you Know me aogr sam me
"I djjd. This dog belonged to a
friend of mine, who used always to take
him out with him."
"A bad habit," pivt in the doctor,
"yon should never let a dog know too
"The dog used to Wait outside for
him when he went in to call on a.
friend. One night they were a very
merry party and they kept it up late.
My friend got very drunk. The dog
finally got restless and began to howL
A champagne bottle just passed his
nose and he smelt it and shut up.
About 2 o'clock in the morning my
friend came out. He said good-night,
shut the door, walked in by the garden
gale all over the flower-beds, and finally,
unable to get out, he lay down on a
rosebush and went to sleep. The dog
watched by him till the milkman came !
aiong in me morning', pic.is.eu. mm up
and took him home.5"'
"That's nothing," said the doctor.
"You just wait a minute- Two or
three nights later he went and called on
his friend again and took the dog
with him. The do~ waited outside a
little while and began again to howl.
Another champagne bottle was thrown
at him. He smelt it, winked to himself
and trotted off He went home,
scratched at the door till the servant
girl opened it, attracted mj friend's
wife's attention, made her follow him
to a-pile of planks and whined till they 1
got out a very long and broad one. 1
Then he directed them to where his
master was, and when the door bell
rang and the door opened, the revelers
r J J? tiii
XOUUU mo UUg, Uljr U1CUU D nriAO, bus
servant and a stretcher. That dog i
knew what was needed, you bet." <
; "Well," said the doctor, "I thonght '
I knew all the dog stories, but that's a ;
No Questions Asked. <
As a means of suicide the small venomous
serpents of oriental countries :
have always been in vogue?the asp of .
Cleopatra recurring to every one's mem- ;
ory as a prominent example. In certain
Darts of Bengal there is said to be
a race of gypsiesTone of whom for a fee ;
will furnish a small cobra to any appli- ,
cant, "and no questions asked." A :
man who desires to commit murder procures
one of these reptiles and places it
within a bamboo just long enough to ,
let the head protrude a trifle at the
end, and the tail at the other. Armed :
?/:ih this deadly weapon the murderer .
creeps softly to his enemy's tent at
dead of night, cuts a hole in the wall, (
and introduces the bamboo. The tortured
reptile careless upon whom it 1
wreaks its animosity, strikes its fangs '
into the sleeper, then is withdrawn ]
and the assassin steals silently away.? ]
Genileman%s Magazine. j
German and not English is the lan- <
AAmmnn /veinvorafltion amon? 1
6^66 W1 WuimvM
the British royal family. If a British J
taxpayer were to put'his ear against a
wall of Windsor he would be surprised
to hear his beloved Wales exclaim, just ]
after having stepped upon a tack, :
THE HOME OF THE HAVANA.
Some of the Secret* of the Great Industry
furnishes the world with cigars,
and in no other place in the world
are there so many cigar-factories.
Much of the pleasant aromatic favor of
the Havana cigar is due to the fact that
the fillers are stripped and packed in
ordinary flour or potato barrels and allowed
to remain for six months. The
longer the fillers are stored the stronger
the flavor becomes. The method of
making cigars in other countries is very
ueiecuvc, as mss eiquisiw; iutyut is ivau
by too much drying. Rainy weather
always interferes with the manufacture
of cigars, as tobf.cco easily absorbs
moisture. The fillers must always be
dry before they can be worked. - Poor
tobacco is improved by being artificially
flavored with Catalan wine, which,
undiluted, is entirely too strong to
drink- The manufacturer never estimates
how many pounds of tobacco
will be neededfojc, -a. thousand cigars,
but estimalesTiow many cigars can bemad
e from a bale. ^
The wrapper is selected with great
care, with a view, to giving beauty to
the cigar. All the scraps are either reworked
into the body of other cheap
cigars, or exported to foreign countries
for cigarettes. Cigars of an inferior
quality are generally pressed flat. Instead
of cutting the wrapper leaf from
below upward, as is done in this country,
in Havana it is done from above
downward. Great care is taken to cut
out the uppermost part of the leaf,
which makes the finest wrapper. The
portion that is almost without veins is
wrapped around the heads.
In making a cigar, the workman
takes two or three pieces of leaf and
places them flat in his left hand; he
IIIUU UAtO UO xxju>iijr owaiyivov/o
may be required, rolls them all together
in the hand, aad finally applies the
wrapper. His chief object is to cover
the veins or place them all on one side.
By this the skillful manipulator may be
recognized. An unpracticed maker
will make third-rate cigars out of firstclass
tobacco. Another test of a good
workman is the amount of scraps he
makes a day. A good cigar-maker will
average only one-half pound. The
heads of the Havana cigar are not fastened
with gum or any other sticky substance,
but simply by wheat bread.
This is tasteless, and every workman
carries a well-kneaded portion with
him. With very fine Havanas nothing
is used to fasten the ends, but they are
secured by many skillful twistiDgs that
wind into each other.
The enjoyment of the fastidious
smoker would be blunted if the whole
process of cigar manufacturing were
laid open to turn. Dirty negroes throw
their spittle upon the leaf and tramp
around it with their naked feet This,
combined with the uncleanliness of
many of the factories, is not very inviting
information to the lovers of the Ha
vana cigar. Everybody in Havana
smokes, but the ladies in high life are
rather secretive about the matter. The
cigar-men smoke continually, and when
the employer does not supply them
freely with cigars of the finest quality
the laborers steal them. First-class ci- _
gars have a line, smooth appearance,
the wrapper being without veins and of
a beautiful color. Second and third
class cigars are of fine quality, but not
so well made. The different grades of
cigars may be recognized by the different
colors of silk bands that bind them
in bundles. Great care is taken in embellishing
the boxes of fine cigars,some
of the orders of the nobility in foreign
countries being elaborate in the extreme.
Havana tobacco can be harvested but
once a year. Attempts have been made
to obtain two crops anna ally, but these
have been unsuccessful. The best tobacco
is known under the name of tobacco
de la vueita de abajo. It grows
in the regions of the small rivers in the
Sierras de los Oranjos. Each year this
part of the island is overflown, and a
beavy, rich quality of alluvium is deposited
on the soiL Irrigation has
proved a failure in Cuba. In the growing
season a heavy dew falls each night,
but the soil, which is a red loam, beccenes
dry quickly, and absorbs a great
deal of moisture. Only one good crop
can be assured in eachlive years. The
plant requires great care. Three kinds
of worms attack it, and these must be
removed at night by the aid of lanterns.
This is done by boys, who carry the
worms to the planter for their remun- _
eration. In the early part of January
the tobacco is ripe for cutting. If the
crop is good, all the leaves are cut off
the stalk at once, but if the crop is poor
the unripe leaves are left to grow out
more. The early crop is much the better.
It is recognized by the beautiful
color and mellow appearance of the
leaves, many of which look as if pearls
were spread over them. Great care
ought to be taken in purchasing the
Havana leaf tobacco, because it differs
so much in quality. Out of one quality
i manufacturer will make ten different
brands of cigars. The Havana leaf is
the only kind of tobacco that moths
and bugs will eat These kinds of vermin
are very destructive if not kept
away. There is a great deal of money
to be made by a sklllfri tobacconist in
Havana, but he must be experienced
and understand the language spoken in
Cuba, otherwise he will not profit by
cms trade.?mawnapoiu journal.
Mrs. Emerson's Hens.
An old Concordian, writes a Boston
correspondent, has favored me with
3ome of the village impressions of
Julian Hawthorne and others of the
semi-pagan annex to the Hub "Did
pou know Thoreau?" I asked.
"I should say I did. We used to go,
at his invitation, on hucklebenying excursions
with him 'Heneiy.' Some of
the town's people didn't like him at all,
and thought him a sort of hermit boor,
but he was xery kind to children. He
loved birds and the woods, and hated
to see birds shot or rabbits trapped.
He would not have harmed a fly. His
rustication out on the shore of Walden
UUUU. YYilS a, guuu UCtU Ui o-u.
He would have starved if it had not
been that his sisters and mother cooked
up pies and doughnuts and sent them
to him in a basket The trouble with
Thoreau was that he tried to lire on
intellectual east wind. He died young,
but would have lived on for years had
bis diet been roast beef and mutton
shops. Thoreau was a good deal of a
wag in a quiet, humorous way. He
once put cloth bandages on the claws
of Mrs. Emerson's hens, that good lady
having been sorely tried by her fowls
invading the family flcwer-patch. I
^uess Mrs. Emerson invented the notion
of gloving her hens, and Thoreau
carried out her instructions to the let
;er, ana then went on ana naa ma
laugh out-1' *
An examination into cigarette smoking
by small boys shows that in a
majority of cases parents are to blame.
Ihe fact is almighty few people are fit
to have children. , - '
Durability of Leather.
A correspondent to The British Journal
of Photography speaks of leather
from a photographic standpoint of view
in the following manner:
Generally speaking, leather is a perishable
substance, especially when it is
a question of preservation for thousands
of years. Supposing it to be carefully
kept in a normal atmosphere, it may
be expected to last a little over 700 or
800 years. Leather is injured by damp,
by excessive dryness, by sulphurous vapors
from burning coal gas and by
salts sometimes, present in the ' soiL.
Peat sometimes preserves- and sometimes
destroys animal remains, according
to the salts it holds in suspension.
Leather sandals have sometimes beea
preserved forages deep in peat bogs.
The grave-digger in "Hamlet7* states
that corpses vml He eight or nine years
in the grave before they rot, and that
of a tanner lasts nine years, because his
hide is so tanned with his trade.
Perhaps the oldestspeciSrBns of leath- j
er in the world have been found in
Egypt in toxnbsrot inmnmy cases, in
which they were inclosed once for all,
beyond the reach of disturbance. The
oldest piece of Egyptian leather in the
British museum is theBremner (Rhoid)
scroll containing a portion of the ritual
of the dead, its date is about 1800 B.
C., and the scroll is now perfectly preserved
in a tin case; the leather is so
powdery that its custodians are almost
afraid to touch it; the color is about
that of bright and light new oak soleleather,
and perfectly clcan. There
are many leather sandals in the museum
dating about 1,300 B. C.t generally
rotten, torn and distorted?some of
them are pretty tough, however. The
leather roll of Cheops, regarding the
dedication of the temple, may be of the
date of about 2,000 B. C., ana is perhaps
the oldest piece of leather in the
world. The British museum possesses
an elaborate Egyptian leather swordbelt
of about 500 or 600 B. C.; it is i
green and discolored; a casual observer
might take it for bronze.
Such durability as .leather possesses
is unlikely to be found in the majority
of gelatine films, which may be a little
hardened during the manipulations,
but not much, except when treated
In no case is it likely that a gelatine
nlm is properly tannea in tne ordinary
manipulations, notwithstanding the use
of alum. To avoid the tedious process
of ordinary tanning, skins have been
sometimes treated with alum and salt,
more 'especially in Hungary, but an inferior
leather was the result. All attempts
to shorten the process of tanning
have failed; the slow molecular
changes must be.allowed to. go on for
months, or an inferior leather is the result
The quality of the leather id influenced
by the "vegetable astringents
used in the process; some give soft and
spongy, others hard and heavy, leather;
slow tanning with oak bark gives
about the best result.
The Art of Jazgleryv
"The art of jugglery has not advanced
much within the last twenty-five
years," painfully admitted a: superanuated
wizard to a reporter. "Indeed,,
it has nearly aii been thoroughly ex
posed, and. the very minute .methods
by which wonderful results were attained
appear now as easy as making a
coin disappear from the closed fist: .So
much for science and civilization."
"What will be the result, do you
"Some of the results are palpable
now. The old sleight-of-hand man has
almost passed. away. The wonderful
cabinet of spirits, Which at one time
astonished the world, it has been proven,
was nothing more nor less than a
trick in which confederates participated.
Heller, Houdin, and the Davenport
brothers all were exposed. What
is left for the professionals to. do is the
question. They can not all turn sword
swallowers* or knife -throwers, because
that requires a lifetime of practice.
Some new departure will have to be
taken in which the cabinet does not appear,
and the tricks of Houdin and
Heller are omitted. This is essentially
the age of realism, and therefore the
trices in jugglery win nave to iar exceed
in cleverness any that we have
ever seen produced. When a wizard
has a stage of his own he can produce
startling effects which...defy superficial
investigation. But the time has arrived
when superficial investigation is
never carried on, but'instead such a
searching and profound one is performed
that the little apparatuses "dosigned
to assist are taken into consideration
and removed- The game is effectually
blocked. Heller, with his
Wonderful memory, could do many
strange tricks, and Houdin was considered
wonderful by the learned, and supernatural
by the ignorant. All they
both did is perfectly plain now. Some
new method, in my opinion, assisted by
science and electricity, will in a few
years be discovered to delude and
create speculation as the cabinet and
many other tricks did for many years.
The horse-plav jugglery- of the present
doesn't amount to much. The Japanese
do astonishing tricks, but there is
nothing mysterious about them, since
their tricks depend altogether on their
personal agility and years of constant
practice. All of the tricks and jugglery
of the present day must give way. It
no longer entertains. The people want
something they can see into, so they
will not go any more to witness cabinet
trick performances. Who will open
up the new field remains to be seen.
But that the times are xipe for it no
one can doubt, and who the wizard will
be to cheat the eyes and physical investigation
of an intelligent and sceptical
public is a matter of conjecture."?N.
X. Mail and Express.
Marriage in Arizona.
"Do you take this woman whose
hand you're a squeezin' to be yoar
lawful wife, in flush times an' skimp?"
"I reckon that's about the size of it,
"Do you t&V? this man youTve j'ined
fists with to be your pard through thick
"Well, vou're about right, for once,
"All right, then. Kiss in court, an'
I recon you're married about as tight
as the law kin j'ine you. I guess four
bits '11 do, Bill, if I don't have to kiss
the bride. If I do, it's six bits extra."
An ingenious contrivance which will
effectually protect the soldiers in the
Soudan from the rays of the burning
sun is being made at the Japanese
village in London by order ol the gov- I
ernment. It is in the form of an umbrella,
made of light bamboo and
paper, and will be fastened to the
shoulders. The weight will scarcely
be felt, and the wearer will thus enjoy
all the comforts of a large umbrella
without experiencing the inconvenience
of holding it up, and bis hands
?rill be left' entirely free to carry his
rifle or other articles. '
WIT AN*> ?OMOR.
In the Spring: the busy housewife gets herself
In the Spring the weary husband bounces -ov"~
round from room to room, Bound
and round ho vainly wanders, looking "
for a vacant spot
Where there is no dust-pan shining and the
scrubbing brush is notLooking;
vainly fcr hfe"brea?xasl, with a very
hungry sigh. - '
Till at last he seeks the pantry for a piece of
Liongmg lor uie nappy murmuga wucu cue
savory odors steal .
Upward from the gen'rous kitchen, promising." '
a good square meaL . ,.n ~
"Where are you goia^,/my prettymaid?"
"Wefl^bcfcwee&JFOu and me
and the town pump I'm . . __
Going to the skatiqs-rlnk, sir," she said; . - ~ "
"And what to do there, my pretty snaM?**
"Fall down on my bustle, probably, and
Wave both heels into the alr.fcir; "fin afraid.**
"Then I won't go with."you, my pretty maid." ~
"Well, not this present evening, my lord,
Not if I know mysell', sir." she said.
The cxpressioji^riiaak. jny starsr'
is ;rarcly heard from the mouth of a w
theatrical manager. Vedo netpretend
to know why: we simply state tnefact' ?
A; Philadelphia-woman says-she was
kissed by. a ghost at & seance. This
goes to show^that Philadelphia ghosts
are not so particjajar"in,some' respects . s > _
as most people.?SonierviUe Journal
Mrs. Lan^try is playing "The-School
for Scandal in London. Let us see. .
Didn't Mrs- Langtry play something
very similar t& that in -the United
States? Or was it Freddy?-rGincinnati ??
Fat man (wlwws in^someihing of an ~
hurry)?"I'll give you $5 to get me to
the station in three minutes.'" Cabman
(with provoking slowness)? "Well,
sorr, you might corrupt me, but you ~X
can't bribe that horse."'
"Father, dear father, come home
with me now," spoke the thinly-clad -...
little girl, "fur ii ryou^ian-'t mammy
says she'll come to the saloon herself
and lead you home by the ear agin."?
Kentucky State Journal. * \
Wften Mrs. Pinaphor read that a
mill operator in' Philadelphia "had a
thousand hands," she looked a little
credulous, and then quietly observed
that "it must cost him an awful lot of,
money for gloveg.,1!?Norriitovm HerSV?W
The Nun of Kenmare has founded a
I new order whose object It is" to train
S girls for service and domestic pursuits.
The first lesson of the infant class
j should relate to the folly of using kerosene
to light ..fires with.?Burlington
! Free Press. ---
L In Prussia a servant gui often stays
' with a family as long as forty years.
i This can only be accounted for by the
fact that the: northern part of the ,
country is so cold that she is satisfied
with one evening out of . each' week.?
, Boston JPosL 1
Who has not felt his mouth water as
visions of his grandmother's table came
before his eyes?the brown bread and
beans, the golden pumpkin pies, the
big twisted dongimutsj* and the rich
ccnfee flavored with real cream
gusia (Me.) Journal.
A friend of, oura- who bears a good
moral character is responsible 'or the , i
- "Pi?. "" ?|
| ttssertiuu tuiic a xjkju.aiuauurxjlic uuuq -^
had a pair of pantaloons dyed black at
the dye works, and was so well pleased
with the job, that he took a coat of " .
dark material over and wanted it 'dyed
white.?Donaldsonville (La.) Chief. , K .
In New York, Philadelphia and other <
Eastern vcities is a movement for the " v "
reduction of prices of admission to
amusements. There-is a prospect that
the time will eome when the young
clerk may take his girl to the theatre
i without the sacrifice of a whole week's
; salary.?Cincinnati Commercial Ga~
! In cleaning up the Elite Theatre recently
a fuU set of upper teeth were
: swept out into 4he streets It might be
interesting to speculate as to what
elderly gentleman lost this portion of /
his machinery, and what feature of the
performance caused his cachinations
or aroused his enthusiasms*?Sacramento
j Doctor ( who has been sent for at 2
a. m. )?"Madam, pray send, at once
for the clergyman, and, if you want to.
make your will, for the lawyer.'*
Madam" (harried)?"Good gracious! Is
it so dansrerous. doctor?" Doctor? - ;
"Not a bit of it; but I don't want to be
the only fool who has been disturbed ;
in his sleep for nothing."?K Y. Sun.
In an illustrated story now running
in our exchanges there are two pict
ures. One represents a young woman
asking a man, -"Basil, have you seen
the London papers?" The other reprerents
the young man lying dead on the
ground wilh a newspaper grasped'in
his hand. From this we infer that she
alluded to the London comic papers.?
New York Graphic _ 'gi,A
prominent divine who was to officiate
at a wedding, finding himself and
congregation in the church considerably
in advance of the bridal party,
assea mat some one snoiuu suruw up a
hymn to improve the time. A good
brother started pfF, just as the bridal
party entered, with the hymn beginning,
"Come on, my partner in dis-'
A 12-year-old boy entered a news stand,
threw down 15 cents and said:
"Gimme 'The One-Eyed Demon of
the Ditches,' 'Crimson-Handed Bill, or
The King of the Highwaymen,' .and
'Sal Slumpkins, the Queen of the Shoplifters,'
of the Half-Dime Series." A*d
yet an English review once; sneeringly
asked. "Who reads an American
book ?''?Xorrislown Herald.
Jinks?"How is. your new paper gett.incr
aloncr?" Great Editor?"ISoominff.
my dear sir; just booming.'1 Jinks?
"You sunrise me. I did not know it *
was such a success." Great Editor?
"Success? Great Caesar! Why, we've
had to drop the Sunday edition, and
evening edition, and morning edition in
order to give our whole attention to the
semi-weekly"?PluLxLddphxa CdXL' .
A gentleman went into a "crowded
store to buy some stockings for his
wife. *4I. want striped ones, ' he said
to the -clerk.. "We -have very fewstripes,
sir," the clerk, replied; "they
are'not much worn now.**' "Are you
sure?" "Oh, yes, quite sure. : I will
demonstrate the fact to.you:" Then
he leaned over the counter and shouted:
"Rats?" "See?" he asked. "Yes; give
me plain colors." ,
"Ponl " coo Tonlr M
sarcastic girl to whom he had just been
presenteS, "I believe you know my
fwiend Fitzclaiwence." "Oh, yesr I'
met him at Saratoga last summer."
"Ah, Miss Paul, I ltz is a chawming
fellow, don't you know? Weallysnow,
Miss Paul,don't you think he is a moiah
delightful fellow"than these Cincinnahtee.men?"
"Oh, he's very nice," she
answered, "but I think he told me a
story." "Xo! Why, Fitz is the verwy
son of twooth, Miss Paul. What could tie
have said?" "He said you were not
nearly as big a fool as you looked.1'?
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