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NEAR NATURE'S GOD.
Col. Bacon Writes Eloquently of the
Everlasting Hills-Some Obser
vations on Hot Baths for the
News and Courier.
Hot Springs, Va., August 30.-To
love beautiful things for th'eir
own sake is what makes life a sacra
ment and not a speculation. Up here
in this beautiful valley and amid these
towering mountains, if one does not
live too much in the great hotel and
:among its scenes of modern luxury
and splendor-life may be made an
uplifting and a helpful sacrament. We
dwell in a large and elegant mansion,
and yet, amid these vast pictures,
it is but a white and red dot hanging
upon the mountain side. The blue
mountains rise up into the sky behind
it and above it; now they stand out
from it, and now they meet back
again all around it. These moun
tains seem to call to you-,and you
may go to them and wvorship them on
their extremest heights-them and
their God an'. your God. A steep
and narow path leads you up. tou
are alone. The mountain brooks
break into long, thin, white lines of
foam all along your way. They rush
down into the valley and seem to be
lost. Sometimes you hear them break
ing on the rocks three hundred feet
below you. And the rocks grow
higher and steeper on every side, and
the top of the great mountain seems
lost in the clouds. But God's eternal
sunshine is over all and you do not
feel tired. You smile, and are glad
that the long day is before you.
You look down into the -een val
ley and feel that Heavei, not only
-very high but very deep. The great
dark, towering spruce pines stand on
-ither side, throwing a, mysterious
-pale-blue and deep green shadow
-upon the earth. It grows cold. Lit
tle chilly white ice plants hang from
the crevices in the stone walls. But
God's sun is an hour high in the east
ern sky. and you are not far from
the top. You stop to rest in a sort
of lofty court made by four bare
white walls of rock. The early
sunbeams glint upon these white
-walls and draw brilliantly colored
pictures. Your soul is full of devotion,
full of gratitude, full of joy, full of
-sadness, full of a sense of vast un
worthiness. You lean your elbows
on your knees and gaze upon the pic
tures that the sunbeams are painting
'upon the white walls. You see a
Christ-a Christ in purple, carrying
His cross. You see a Madonna in
bilue and red. You see Roman sol
<diers and a Christ with tied hands.
Raphael never painted like this. You
rise and go, half sad, half re
joicing, to the broad but dizzy
summit. You look around you and
above you and below you, and your
soul says:, This is God.
It is Sunday morning. 8 o'clock,
and we have just returned to our
early communion in the exquisitely
beau:iiul little Episcopal chapel in
the valley elboy. It is called St.
Luke's and we hear and rejoice, that
a Southern woman-a faithful Sa
vannah woman-was mainly instru
mental in founding and building it.
She has long been "numbered with
the saints in glory everlasting." St.
Luke's stands upon a very lovely
spot under the shadow of the great
red and white hotel, the greatest and
grandest and most modern we have
ever seen. This chapel is a free
church. All the pews are absolutely
free, and the doors are open morning,
noon and night-forever and forever
in God's grace. Above the front
doors, in very large letters, are in
-scribed the beauiul and noble wvords:
"Entr-Rest-Pray." Its rector is a
gifted and heioved young priest, the
Rev. John Gardner Scott, a Rich
mond man. On Sunday morning
last, while Mr. Scott went to Warm
~Springs, five miles away. to feed a lit
tle flock There. his chancel and pul
pt -t;ere filled by the Rt. Rev. Bish
op Leonard, of Ohio, and a Rev. Mr.
Mayo, who preached a very excel
lent sermon and ended by repeat
ing that good old hymn, "My So'l,
Be On Thy Guard."
The Bishop assi.ed in reading the
service, revealing a personal appear
ance and manner of noble dignity,
and a beautiful voice that rolled Out
over his hearers like almost a heav
-enly benediction. Bishop Leonard's
oie is a southern voice-a voice
very seldom heard out of the south.
God deliver us from the general
eastern or western voice.
"Praise God from whom all blees
And now it is ii o'clock on Sun
day night, and the great doxology
that all the Christian- world sings re
sounds and reverberates through the
broad valley and surges up around
all the mountain tops. It comes from
the white, red and gold pergola of
the great hotel.
The Brothers Miglionico.
The orchestra of the Hot Springs
-hotel is a magnificent one from New
York,-ten or twelve thoroughly ac
complished italian musicians under
the leadership of Signor Francesco
Miglionico, ably seconded by his
younger brother. Signor Glaccomo
Miglio iico. These are genial and gen
erous gentlemen-enthusiastic in 'heir
art-with whom we have become in
timate, and whose companionship we
enjoy very much. They play on the
piazza of the Casino every morn
ing from ii to 12, every afternoon
from five to six, and in the ball room
every night from nine to eleven.
Their Sunday evening concerts in the
great pergola-no dancing-are splen
did illustracions, in the main, .of the
i very highest and noblest style of mu
sic-Wagner, Gounod, Liszt, Bach,
Schumann, Schubert, Mendelsshon.
When the regular programme-a
beautifully printed and illuminated
one-is over, Signor Francesco plays
a few introductory bars upon his
magic violin, and Signor Glaccomo
upon his silver flute, at which the
whole vast and magnificently draped
audience rise to their fee7r and stand
in dignified silence. Then the whole
orchestra booms forth the great uni
versal doxology and as if by one
mighty impulse every human voice
is lifted in a mighty, soaring paean
of praise to the one and only true
Worthy of God's Blessing.
We beleive in dancing and much
dancing, (they say "darncing" here,)
but no on Sunday-not on Sunday.
Therefore we commend the Hot
Springs company for interdicting the
dance on Sunday. But they enforce
another interdction still more worthy
of the blessing of God. They sternly
prohibit the nasty, noisy, 'tumultuous,
death-dealing automobile. No Van
derbilt, nor Astor, nor Gould, nor
Wilheim Hohenzollern, nor Nicholas
Romanoff can bring an automobile
I here. Neither do the yachts of mil
lionaires sail up the broad and deep
river formed by the overflow of the
soda, iron, sulphur and magnesia
springs. The water of this river is
so hot thatc it wou-ld burn out the
millionaires' yachts in sixty min
"Are You Taking the Treatment?"
Upon being introduced to a per
son here the f-irst question the per
son asks you is, "are you taking the
treatment?" There are v'ery emi
nient physicians here who administer
and superintend "the :reatment," and
the bath houses are magnificent in
:heir appointment and perfect in their
comfort. The treatment, so far as
we can hear, means a fearful and won
derful course of daily or every-other
day baths in the hot, warm and tepid
waters of the different springs. These
baths are tempered from water hot
enough to scald a hog in, to merely
lukewarm, and are accompanied by
stupendous and mysterious Turkish
kneadings and massages. They wind
uip, so we hear, with a 'terrible rub
bing of the whole body with alco
hol or vitriol. They cost a great
deal of money and are splendidly effi
cacious. Crooked people are made
straight, and dead people are restored
to life-and go leaping like a chamois
over the mountain tops. This is true.
Even in our two visits here we have
seen some wonderful cures of rheu
matism and of lame, suffering and
rickety people. We answer the in
evitable question by replying: "No,
we are not rickety enough and not
Free Water and No Insulting Signs.
Speaking above of the cost of the
"treatment" reminds us to say. and we
say it with admiration. tha'r these
beautiful grounds, in all their length
and breadth and glory, and all these
lifegiving waters, are free to every
b)ody. It is, "ho, everyone that
:his:eth, come, without money and
without price." There are no morti
fying and insulting signs as these:
"Do not step on the grass," "Step
resusciated with great difficulty, were
not pull the flowers," "Do not break
the shrubbery." At Hot Springs
you are free, be you a western mil
lionaire in the great hotel, or a pov.
erty-stricken, rag tag southerner in a
modest outside cottage. The high
and generous spirit of the Hot
Springs company in this respect is
God have mercy upon our souls
and still more upon our language -
upon our "English undefiled," "Goi
der" means "got to," and "hafter"
means "have to." A genteel young
drummer, apparently well educa:ed,
says: "Oh, I didn't want to go, but
I just hadder." A fashionable and
cultivated looking lady says: "Thank
you, but I can't, I hafter go now and
dress for dinner." This is awful, un
A *tall blonde boy said to us the
--ther day, speaking of a beautiful
and wealthy young girl in the hotel:
"She skins them all with glad rags,
I tell you she does. She just godder
do it." We fainted, and upon being
resucitated with great difficulty, were
informed that the poor boy simply
meant that the rich young lady
dressed more handsomely than any
other woman in the hotel. She
"skinned" them all. Again, God have
mercy upon our souls and our lan
Putters drivers, lofters, bunkers,
divots, brassies, caddies, T-grounds.
These are golf game words and
phrases. We have had a chance to
really see golf-or rather to see real
golf-in all its glory, and to learn
it a little. It is a very noble and
beautiful game and is much played
here by human being of all sexes,
ages and conditions. On the links,
gray haired men and women are daily
in strong evidence. The Hot Springs
are certainly among the finest :. the
world. The course consists of 18
holes and stretches away 'two miles
from the starting point. When you
have gone through the whole course,
you have acheived threem iles, and
when you throw in the running and
bounding and leaping and scufflling
and pating and perspiring you have
achieved 23 miles. But after-writing
all this about golf, the -thought oc
curs to us sadly that only rich people
have time to play golf, Should golf
links be instituted here and there and
yonder all over South Carolina, how
few of us would ever have time to
Mr. and Mrs. Wilmot De Saussure
Porcher, of Charleston, are here
the only South Carolinians, if we do
not err. They are very popular and
Mr. Porcher, were you to put a hel
met and coat of mail on hi-m, would
look and be just as real a Norman
knight as any one of his ancestors
who followed William the Conquerer
more than a thousand years ago.
A Blue Grass Belle.
The most popular and most beau
tiful girl here-and the richest per
haps- is Miss Clara P>ell, of Lex
ington. Kentucky. She is a lov'ely
blonde. "A daughter of the gods. di
vinely tall, and more divinely fair."
WVe are sorry we mentioned Miss
Bell's wealth, for really she is very
far above any such consideration in
her own mind, or in the minds of her
hosts of friends. She is just a genial,
honest, kind-hearted, unaffected,
graceful little southern girl.
The Hero Of Manilla.
Admiral and Mrs. Lewey are here.
The old hero is much younger and
much handsomer man than we had
expected to see. His mustache is
snow white. He dresses well, and is
extremely quiet. Mrs. Dewey, the
only time we have had the pleas
uire of seeing her, was a dream of
tasteful style and quiet elegance in
Shanghai Entertains Paris and Cork.
Admiral Dewey's valet is a China
man, who wears his pig-tail between
his shirt and his skin. A few even
ings ago-so we hear-he gave a ce
lestial tea in compliment to the la
dies' maids and chambermaids of the
hotel. Many of these, as we under
stand, are French women, while many
are Irish ladies whose tonguies wag
gedl first on the banks of the Liffy.
This certainly might be called Shang
hai entertaining Paris and Cork. We
were not present at the entertainment.
We would willingly have worn a pig
tail be'tween our shirt and our skin
to be admitted.
Tams T. Bacon.
Blessedness Of The Man With The
Sunday School Times.
"It has been rightly objectea to
most of the estimates of the balance
of happiness and misery in the world,
that they ignore the amount of hap
piness which all thinking creatures
find in activity. People make felicity
to turn merely upon the possession or
the warrt of enjoyable things, and on
freedom from pain or enduraiice of it.
But in truth the greatest of our
pleasures lies in the joy of action.
We are so made that every natural
function, in our normal conditions, is
accompanied with The enjoyment in
its discharge, and the most so when
this involves exertion.
The lower forms of animai life
show this. The bird flies and th.e
fish swims with manifest pleasure in
the motion, and they prove it by not
confining the flying and the swim
ming to what is necessary, but by add
ing to it by way of frolic. -The horse
races around -the pasture-field with
evident delight in motion; and the
climbing animals, such as the wild
sheep bound with such ecstacy
among the hills as proves that even
that more toilsome forrr -f activity
has its atten'dant and compensating
So it is with man's work of all
degrees. fine and coarse, if it is
rightly chosen and controlled by wis
dom. We are tempted at times to
speak of the toilers of the world as
objects of our pity, and Markham's
"Man with the Hoe" embodies a
great deal of superficial opinion on
the subject. But the man most to be
pitied is the man without the hoe or
any equivalent for it. He who has
no honest and useful work to tax his
energies cannot live a wholesome and
normal life, and must miss the best
joys of existence. Be he millionaire
or tramp, noble or "hooligan," he is
out of the line of real enjoyment.
Nor can a man satisfy his need by
sport in place of work. That is well
enough for the immature who .h.ave
not grown enough to enjoy work
itself. The mature man knows that
if he does not get pleasure in his
work he will get it nowhere. Mr.
Gough used to say that he had met
but two persons who were perfectly
happy, and one of them was a paper
ruler, who said to him: "When I
have a -fine lot of paper to rule, and
my machine is workink well, I am
perfectly happy!" That man had
got beyond his boyhood to manhood.
He 'did not need the useless, half
animal activities of the play-ground
to make his life endurable. He found
satisfaction in useful work, which
minis'tered to -th.e needs of the world.
And all wise and experienced peo
pie have learned to look to their work
for their ha:ppiness, as boys look for it
to their play.
Mental activity obeys the same laws
as physical. Real enjoyment in the
things of the mind comes to us from1
exertion. WVe may get a sor: of
amusement out of the books we read
wit'hout exertion, but it soon loses
its zest. If we go ;on with. them, it
will be to kill time which is surely
the worst motive for reading. The
books that we look 'back upon with
pleasure are those which made us
work.' which kept our attention on 1
the stretch, wh.ich roused our antag
onism possibly, and set us thinking.
He is a good writer who does not'
make 'things so clear to us as to leave
us nothing to chew over, but who
gives the brain wholesome activity.
Such an author will stand high in the
esteem- of thoughtful readers when
the easy, commonplace books have
1: is the 'delight of mental exertion
which has been the great stimulus to
intellectual activity. The true scholar
has in~ him something of Lessing's
spirit, when he said that if God of-1
fered him the choice between 'truth
itself and the search for truth, he
would choose the latter. God has so
ordered things that we have both, for
both are needful to us. In th.e Bib!e
itself the truth is presented to us,, not
as a neat 'bundle of fact and princi
pies, made up and handed over to us
as a possession, but as the outcome
of a process of loyaj activity in obe
dience and search, by whic'h we pass
from less to greater, not without toil
and the joy that toil brings us."
Speakeasies often seem to go with
Looking on the bright side never
Across lots-ferry boats.
Brain food is one of the things that
)ught to go to the head.
Isn't the doctor who is also guar
lian, something of a ward healer?
Sometimes an old dress does its
>wner a good turn.
T'he successful candidate appreci
tes the "many happy reurns of the
The postmaster gives many things
he stamp of approval.
The cradle manufacturer travels a
-ocky road to success.
The long and short of it is, chat
t doesn't take long to get short.
It's quite a come-down to some mea
o ge a new wife who blows them up.
If new cider could speak, it might
ay. "Will you love me when I'm
'The toy balloon man doesn't care
o meet anybody who will take the
vind out of his sales.
,ow the season's come to gun,
* ot of sports are on the run.
Phey themselves, as like as not,
Nill come home at least "half shot."
There is something about a square
neal thatmakes them an who is eating
t hink he is a mighty good fellow.
Family life would be more beauti
ul than it is written in the story
>ooks if its history were not written
)n t'he shop bills.
3TATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA
-COUNTY OF NEWBERRY
IN COMMON PLEAS.
The Newberry Savings Bank, Plain
tiff, against Thos. J. Boozer, et aL,
By virtue of an order of 'Ehe Court
ierein, dated July 26th, 1905, I will
;ell at public outcry, at Newberry
lourt House, S. C., on the first Mon
lay in October, 1905, all the right,
:itle, interest and estate of the de
endant, Thos. J. Boozer, in a tract
>f land situate in the county of New
)erry, State aforesaid, containing one
iundred and fifty acres, more or less,
Lnd bounded by lands of Henry D.
Boozer, Levi Longshore, estate of
. J. Longshore and others.
Terms of Sale: Cash, purchaser
o pay for all papers.
H. H. Rikard,
Master's Office, Master.
Newberry, S. C., Sept. 8, Igo5.
Newberry, S. C., Aug. 26, 19o5.
lo all merchants and whom it may
The fellowing circular from South
~rn Car Service association, office of
nanager, circular No. 13, Columbia,
. C., August Ist, 19o5: "The lines
nterested in South Carolina, in order
o avoid claim of discrimination have
ound necessary to absolutely dis
ontinue the practice of giving free
torage to any article in or on their
roperty at all their stations. You
tre hereby instructed that on and af
er September Ist, to allow nothing to
>e stored at your station in your local
lepot, on platforms or in other prop
~rty belonging to the railroads unless
ull storage, as allowed by the rules
>f the South Carolina Railroad Coin
nission and the railroads, is collect
(Signed) 3. C. Haskell, Man'r.
Please take notice and be advised
hat the storage rules at our stations
vill be enforced as above. This ap
lies to everyt-hing for this place, in
- J. P. Sheely,
Agent Southern R. R.
J. W. Denning,
Agent C., N. &. L. R. R.
On Saleday, in October, 19o5, at II
'clock a. mn., we will sell at public
Luction in front of the '.ourt house,
ebout 350 acres of land, of the estate
>f Mrs. Sibbie D. Cromer, deceased,
>y authority given us in her will, the
ame to be sold in four tracts, plats
>f which will be exhibited at the sale
nd may be seen before that time up
Terms of Sale: One half of the
>urchase money to be paid in cash and
alance in one year, with interest from
lay of sale, with leave to anticipate
>ayment of the credit portion in whole
>r in part, the credit portion to be
ecured by note and mortgage of the
>remises, with stipulation for 1o per
:ent attorney's fees if placed in the
1ands of a lawyer for collection. Pur
:haser to pay for papers.
John A. Cromer,
I. M. Smith,