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VOL. III. MANNING, CLARENDON COUNTY, S. C., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 20,
STATESMAN AND SCHOLAR.
A PRETTY PICTURE OF JUDGE THUR
MAN AT HIS OHIO HOME.
The Red Bandanna and the Snuff Box
"Allen" and "Mary," and How they Live
Together-Poor Little Foraker and the
Noble Old Roman--A Kind Word About
(From the Boston Berald)
CoLUahs, Omro, June 10.-Judge
Thurman's quiet home was again
thronged with visitors to-day. There is
evidence that the red-hued bandanna
and the Democrat will now be as in
separable as the red-headed girt and the
white horse. All the Judge's friends
declare that the snuff box and the ban
danna will be the unique emblems of
the campaign, and will doubtless arouse
a great deal of enthusiasm, and put a
spirit into the canvass that has not been
experienced for miny a year. It is
curious to note the remarks of some of
the fair visitors to the Thurman home.
The men admirers of the Judge say that
his name is as sacred in the litiny of
Democracy as his record is above re
proach. - The pictures of the Demo
cratic candidates are seen everywhere.
The faces of some of the leading lights
of the St. Louis Convention are also
strewn about. When chatting in his
library, Judge Thurman is very enter
taining. A happy smile, kindly eyes,
frank ways and hearty laughter are then
the Judge's chief peculiarities, com
bined, of course, with his brilliant con
versation. His silvery chin beard and
snowy locks contrast with his rich suit
of black broadcloth, dark blue home
spun socks and highly polished low
shoes. His linen is of immaculate white
ness, and almost glistens beside the
black silk stock and black silk watch
chain that is the sole indication of jew
elry about him. He is a shining exam
ple of acultivated gentleman, with many
of the little courteous ways that once
were so pronounced in statesmen, but
which, in the rush and crush of the
present generation, are sometimes
slighted, if not altogether overlooked.
He has been visited by a throng of re
miniscence hunters since his nomination.
He refers them to his old friends and
Herald man to-day he said he
thought that he would have got along
fairly well in newspaper life if late and
irregular hours were the only requisites
for that vocation. He referred to his
habit of reading and studying half the
night and having breakfast when other
folks were eating luncheon. He looks
and acts like a born debater and a par
liamentary fighter. His voice is strong
and musically deep, and between the
puffs of his ca he mentioned that, of
all the seces he had made in the
Senate and out of it, and of all the
records pertaining to his public life, not
one was handy. He doubted even if any
were in existence. He said that he had
never kept a scrapbook because his
mother, when he was a lad of 10 and
wanted one, had told him that a scrap
book was one of the greatest agents to
kill the memory. His mother, he added,
was more responsible for his edacation
than any college or institution of learn
ing. He, however, bought a scrapbook
when he entered the Senate. He culled
it from shelves containing hundreds of
books, and showed it to the reporter.
It was as barren as the day he bought it.
He spoe of the days when he, Rosce
Conk-ig, Bill Eston, of Connecticut,
and Don Cameron had plaant late
dinners together in Washington. All
could "cut to the red," he said, referring
to the rhetorical slashings in the Senate,
but after the day's session they were
cordial and hospitable. Roscoe Conk
ling, he thinks, was one of the greatest
actors of his time.
The Old RBoman has been beset by
political tramps since his nomination.
He-spoke of the regiments who have
visited his kitchen door begging the red
headed maid to convey their compli
mentseto the Judge, and at the same
time mention that a few dollars wisely
distributed through them would reap
untold results. Be packed them all off
empt handed. He says he never be
lieve in money campaigns. He is
spoken of by his neighbors as generous
and liberal, but it is mighty evident
from the Judge's manner that no politi
~cal strikers are to be tolerated.
The Judge was a great walker in his
-early days. When, as an Ohio lawyer,
he attended circuit, and even down to
the last attack of rheumatism, he was
fond of the exercise. He does not keep
a carriage, although he worth in the
neighborhood of $400,000, and the
fortune of his wife, who was a charming
Blue Grass belie named Mary Dun,
bring the family a fortune close to
$1,00,000. Years ago the Thurman
carriage and the old coachman "Mike"
were familiar figures in the streets of
Columbus, but with the death of "Mike"
and the more retired life of the Thur
mans the carriage was given up. The
Judge and Mrs. Thurman now come
into town on the horse cars. The con
ductors sp,.eak of the great regard shown
by the couple for each other. It is
"Allen, dear, we must get off here," and
the Old Roman steps to the ground and
holds out his hand to help "Mary,
dear," to alight with the same old gal
lantry that must have marked the days
when he went a-courting. The touching
fondness of thle couple for each other
and their children is everwere re
marked. Allen W., the Judg's oldest
son, is his right-hand inan in managing
the family fortune, which is largely in
The Democrats of the country think
the Judge was, perhaps, too determlined
in his prosecution of the Democrats who
were charged with committing the tally
sheet frauds. The Judge differs with
them, on the ground that a Democrat
should have such exalted ideas of huis
party as to be even above the suspicion
of wrongdoing, ar21 when any derelict
ones are caughit they should be punish
ed with swifter and greater severity, be
cause of the shock they have given to
the Democratic temple. The Judge is a
great mathematician. He is a surveyor
of renown throughout the State. He
justly jokes at the comments of his Rte
publiean adversaries on his age. He
s efers to Bismarek at 77 and Gladstone
tnnsngi many Columbianas to
remark the wide berth that Governor
Foraker gives the Old Roman. The
declaration is freely made that, if the
two should meet on the stump in this
campaign, and it is not unlikely that
they will, House-a-fire Forakerwill have
convincing evidence that he is a pigmy
beside the logical and determined old
warrior. The Judge thinks Mr. Blaine
one of the brainiest men of the century,
but he cannot understand the wide
spread popularity of the Plumed Knight.
He spoke in high terms of the Maine
statesman, but up to date has not been
able to fanthom the furor with which
Mr. Blaine's name is greeted.
The Judge's old law office is one of
the interesting spots in the town. A
weather-eaten metal sign, reading " .
G. Thurman," marks the entrance. It
is a one-story cottage, 20 by 30, and was
g.uilt for the Judge in 1851. Up to three
years ago he lived in a frame house ad
joining, but basiness buildings have
crowded him into a modest stone house
a mile out. The Judge speaks with re
gret of the change. The old home and
the old office are treasures to him. His
office is now on one of the floors of his
old house, and his old office is tempora
rily occupied by an old friend. It is
shelved all around with law books, and
old-fashioned powder horns are hung in
the niches. The Judge says the Presi
dent couldn't interest him in fishing
tackle, but if he wants to talk about
deer stalking and game hunting gener
ally, Allen G. Thurman is the man
to come to. The Judge told of his
early successes as a hunter in Ohio,
when the houses were few and far
between. A noble picture of Sunset
Cox hangs over the Judge's old desk.
French and Spanish books are plenty.
The former recall the sturday old Demo
crat's fondness for French literatue, and
his service as a member of the commis
sion on bimetalism. He reads French
like aParisian, and one of his recreations
is a French hovel. The Spanish books
tell of the time when he first entered the
Senate and was made a member of the
committee on Mexican claims. At recess
he returned to his home and said he had
been put on one of the "measliest" com
mittees in the Senate. How was he to be
of value on the committee when his
knowledge of Spanish was as meagre as
his acquaintance with Choctaw? That
was the question which confronted him.
He was 56 years old at the time. He
solved the problem by buckling in and
learning the language, and to-day he
can roll off Spanish with the ease and
grace of a nut-brown nobleman of the
ant Alfonso's kingdom.
House-a-fire Foraker having pitched
into the Thurmans for providing delica
cies for Confederate prisoners at Camp
Chase, a few miles out of Columbus,
during the war, an old friend of the fam
ilyremarked to-day the charity extended
was simply an infinitesimal drop in the
gentle dew of Mrs Thurman's goodness.
As a Blue Grass beauty, she left many
old friends behind in Kentucky when
she came to Judge Thurman's home.
Many of the prisoners were sons of her
old neighbors, and some had been her
schoolmates. For auld lang syne's sake
she remembered them in their trouble.
Her charity extended to stranger Con
federates, also, and to the regiments of
Union soldiers quartered outside the
camp. She was a Union woman with a
motherly heart for all. Many recall the
time when the Republicans of the State
were called "Union sliders," because
their pet remark was: "Let the Union
slide." At that time the Democrats were
jeeringly referred to as "Union savers,"
from the fact that it was their one cry
to keep the Union intact. Judge Thur
man came under the ban as a Union
The Judge is fond of athletic sports
and good sparring bouts. He remem
bers Heenan and the stir he created in
Columbus. The Judge saw the big man
knock out the local notables, an,
although the ruffled and frilled ones of
"Larry" Godkin's association may hold
up their hands and shift their eyes until
theyblook as if they are cut on the bias
in mawkish sentiment, the Judge thinks
he had a pretty good time that night.
BANDANNAS IN GREAT DEM~hAND.
The Large Stores Report the sale of Many
(New York Star, June 11.)
The red handkerchief is fairly un
furled. The sacred bandanna is aloft
and floats proudly in the breeze. Such
a boom in bandannas never known.
They are selling like "hot cakes," as the
old circus men would say.
Yesterday, in the course of a cursory
inspection of some of the large dry
goods establishments, the Star reporter
was able to ascertain facts which speak
with peculiar significance of the pros
pects of the party in the coming cam
paign. Said the assistant superintend
ent at Denning's, on Broadway: "Since
Thurman's nomination the demand for
banannas has been really enormous,
and, as apeculiar fact, I can tell you
that the ladies are fairly taking the lead
in the new political crusade. Mr.
Thurman has been nominated exactly
six days. Well, we had 12,000 ban
dannas in stock on nomination day, and
between then and now have sold, whole
sale and retail, nearly four thousand.
The demand is increasing day by day,
and, from all I can see, we are likely to
be pressed for a supply when the cam
paign fairly starts."
At Macy's the Star reporter saw Mr.
Strauss, a partner in the firm. He said
that since the nomination day, demand
for bandannas had greatly strained the
supply. At O'Neill's a very pretty
young lady engaged in the handkerchief
department laughed merrily when ques
tioned by the reporter concerning the
bandaana boom. "I don't know what
it all means," she said. "It would be
hard for me to tell the difference be
tween a Republican and Democrat, but
one thing I do know-before this cam
paign is over we shall have sold enough
banannas sufficient to elket Cleveland
and Thurman twice over; that is sup
posing each bandanna counts as a vote,
and, of course, presuming that the
present demand continues. I have done
scarcely anything else but sell bandanna
handkerchiefs for nearly a week past.
I think we have already disposed of
some thousands. Is Mr. Thurman a
ladies' man?" asked the young lady, as
the reporter was about leaving. "I
should think he must be, for nine out of
ten bandanna buyers are ladies."
It is "touch and go" with people who
nut.ioul hndle electri light wires
CAROLINA AT THE HEAD.
The Fine Record of South Carolina Girls
at the Charlotte Female Institute.
The commencement exercises of the
Charlotte Female Institute came off on
Tuesday and Wednesday nights, the 5th
and 6th of June.
The graduating class numbered twelve,
among whom were Misses Mary E. An
derson, of Greenville, Mary Louise
Keith, of Darlington, and Mary Steed,
of Marion counties. Upon the roll of
first distinction were Misses Anna Mary
Moore, of Spartanburg county, Florence
Allen, of Florence, Lois Drennan, of
Richbourg, and Pauline Moore, of Lan
South Carolina always comes in for
her full share of th prizes; and that her
fair representatives won them by merit
and did not receive them through any
favor or partiality, is shown by the fact
that in the case of all the prizes the
judges were chosen outside the institute
and were unacquainted not only with
the contestants personally, but did not
even know their names, as the fair com
petitors had fictitious names appended
to essays and works of art. Miss Flor
ence Allen bore away the prize for the
best essay on the English language and
literature; and Miss Mary Steed the
prize for the best exhibit of drawings.
The art exhibit this year was the
largest and finest ever made, comprising
over three hundred works, drawings,
paintings in oil and water colors, pastils,
china decoration, &c. The exhibits of
oil paintings by the Misses Mary Louise
Keith, one of the graduates, Annie
Strayhorn, of Chesterfield, Mamie Trai
ler, of Timmonsville, Mary Anderson,
another graduate, and Janie Gregg, from
Mars' Bluff, were much admired. Be
sides the exhibit of Miss Steed, which
took the prize in drawing, Misses Mar
garet Cannon, Etta Davis, Nannie Mc
Keown and Mamie Agurs deserve special
mention, though there were forty-three
exhibitors and three hundred paintings
and drawings. Miss Thompson, the
teacher, has shown, by the wonderful
progress of her pupils, a marvellous
faculty for imparting instruction in her
department of art. The exhibit her
pupils make cannot be excelled any
The music department, under the
director, Prof. Carl S. Gaertner, ac
quitted itself at both commencement and
concert more brilliantly than ever.
Here, as usual, the young ladies from
South Carolina distinguished them
selves. Miss Florence Allen attracted
attention in both instrumental and vocal
music; her piano playing was magnifi
cent. Miss Auuie Strayhorn with a very
sweet soprano voice sang a solo, "Oh!
as fair as poet's dreaming," which was
much admired. Prof. Gaertner's play
ing on the violoncello was one of the
most attractive features in the concert
Wednesday night. He has lately come
to the institute. For ten years he had
been teaching in the National Conserva
tory of Music, Philadelphia. He was
graduated from the Royal High School
of Music, Berlin; afterwards of the
Conservatorium, Leipsic, and of the
Dress of Men and Women.
It is singular to contrast the growing
splendor and prodigality of the dress of
one sex in this nineteenth century with
the sobriety of the dress of the other
sex, which has shrunk within our own
recollection, says an English writer, into
a grim uniformity of black kerseymere.
The laws of nature are reversed, if it be
true, as Mr. Darwin teaches, that the
male bird owes the hues of his plumage
and the beauty of his form to his desire
to plas the hens and obtain the honor
of natural selection. In modern society
it is the hens who carry the gay feathers.
Shall we say with the same motives, and
with equal success?
There was a time when the dress of
men was alike wasteful, extravagant, and
inexpedient; when they wore costly
stuffs, rich embroidery, lace, jewels;
when at the Court of France the Duke
of Buckingham shook off diamonds, and
the maids of honor went on their knees
to pick them up and appropriat them;
when the folds of a cravat and the em
broidery of a waistcoat were subjects of
earnest attention to the masculine mind.
Those .days are over. Men's dress is
simple, suitable, inexpensive.
Is it too much to hope that reason
may asse-rt her authority in the case of
women's dress, as she has done for men,
and that while slovenliness is unknown,
and the highest standard of neatness is
attained, there may be neither waste nor
extravagance, but that all-pervading
sense of propriety of which Dr. .John
son was the advocate? "Learn," said
he, "that there is propriety or impro
priety in everything how slight soever,
and get at the general principles of
dress and behavior." When Mrs. Thrale
asked his opinion of the dress of a child,
"Well, sir, how did you like little miss?
I hope she was fine enough?" "It was
the finerv of a beggar," said he; "she
looked like a native of Bow Lane dressed
up to be carried to Bartholomiew Fair."
Views which the philosopher and the
economist advocate may well gain a
hearing, though only now urged by one
who has no other claim to an audience
than the desire to help in woman's work.
Charity is Not Selfishness.
It is not charity to give a penny to the
street mendicant of whom nothing is
known, while we haggle with a poor man
out of employment for a miserable dime.
It is not charity to beat (down a poor
seamsltress to starvation price; to let her
sit in her wet clothes sewing all day; to
deduct from her pitiful remuneration if
the storm delays her promipt arrival. It
is not charity to take a poor reletave into
your family and make her a slave of all
your whims, and taunt her continually
with her dependent situation. It is not
charity to turn a man who is out of work
into thie streets with his family because
he cannot pay his rent. It is not charity
to exact the utmost farthing from the
widow and orphan. It is not charily to
give with a supercilious air and patronage,
as if God had made you, the rich man,
of different blood from the shivering re
cipient, whose only crime is that he is
poor. It is not charity to be an extor
tioner-not though you bestow your
ams by the' thousand.
The Em '4 Germany breathed
his last at N~ on Friday morning.
The end I.
A ViennU says that 1,500 cotton
operis aa t' 'have gne on a strike.
AT THE TYGER'S YAWNING MOUTH.
A Narrow Escape on the Burning Trestle
-The Engineer's Courage Saves a Train
Load of People.
(From the Charlotte Chronicle.)
The Charlotte bound passenger train
on the Air-Line road, due here yesterday
morning at 5 o'clock, had a narrow es
cape from total destruction at South Ty
ger River, where it ran upon a bridge, a
portion of which had been burned away.
The bridge over South Tyger is a very
high structure, the track which is laid
upon it being 100 feet above the ground.
It is approached by a high trestle on
either side; and sparks from a passing
engine set fire to the northern end of the
bridge some time Monday night. The fire
had been burning for pei'taps a couple
of hours, and had destroyed thirty feet
of the bridge on the Charlotte side when
the morning passenger train from Atlanta
came thundering up. Coming toward
Charlotte the bridge is approached
around a sharp curve, which prevents
the engineer, in his seat on the right
hand side of the cab, from seeing the
bridge until he is almost upon it. On
this occasion Capt. Ed. Roseborough
was conductor, and engineer John Pettus
was in the cab.
The train approached the bridge at
the usual speed-thirty miles an hour
and when within a few hundreds yards
of it engineer Pettus noticed a heavy
smoke ahead, which he conclude.1 was
from a burning brush-pile such as is
seen almost every day along the road.
When his engine forged round the curve
he lost sight of the smoke, but just as he
emerged and the pilot threw a shadow
over the timbers of the trestle he saw
that what he had thought a burning
brush-pile was something far more seri
The bridge was burning away and his
engine was upon it!
There was but little time for thought.
A few more strokes of the driving-rod
would carry the whole train, with amass
of blazing timbers, down a sheer descent
of 120 feet to the ground below. It re
quiced nerve to leap from the engine,
but it required greater nerve to remain
on it. Pettus remained at his post. He
reversed his engine and brought every
brake to bear upon the wheels with all
the force that was possible. The big
drivers of the engine flew backward with
lightning-like revolution, streams of fire
shot from every brake wheel under the
train, there was a succession of rough
jerks that threw the passengers from
their seats, and the train came to a dead
halt-with the pilot of the engine within
a car's-length of the fiery gap. The per
spiration stood in cold drops on the en
gineer's forehead as he looked from his
cab down into the chasm to the brink of
which his train and the people upon it
had drawn so closely.
The train wasbacked froitheburning
structure and Capt. Roseborough and his
crew organized a bucket brigade and
after half-an-hour's work extinguished
the fire and saved the main portion of
the bridge. The watchman whose duty
it is to patrol the bridge was not present,
it is said, but came upon the scene while
the people were fighting the fire, and
seeing the state of affairs disappeared.
The midnight train from Charlotte ap
proached the north side of the bridge
shortly afterwards, and a transfer of
passengers and baggage was made, the
train returning here at 11 o'clock yester
day morning. A large force of workmen
was put to work at once reconstructing
the trestle, and trains crossed the bridge
in the afternoon.
The passengers speak in the highest
praise of engineer Pettus; and so appre
ciative were they of his nerve and brav
ery that one of their number, the Rev.
Mr. Pentecost, started a subscription
and the passengers liberally responded.
They made up a purse of $40 which Mr.
Pentecost presented to engineer Pettus,
assuring him that it was "but a slight
token of their appreciation of his action,
for they felt that he had saved them from
a horrible death."
A BATTLE IN THE MOUNTAIN8.
Gabe Lhicker's Biggest Bear Fight on the
(Fromt the Idaho Enqiuirer.)
A few days ago Gabe Lucker went up
in the Wahsatch range of mountains to
kill some game. After bringing down a
large elk he dressed it, cut off some of
the choicest pieces and covered the re
mainder so thatit would not be disturbed
by wild animale, intending to return and
secure the balance.
He then shouldered the steak, and was
walking along the side of the mountain
on his way homeward, and was only a
few rods distant from where the elk had
been slain, when suddenly out rushed a
huge grizzly from a thicket near by, and
made toward Gabe in a twinkling.
It was not the first time Gabe had
faced a grizzly, for he had killed many
a bear and knew no such term as coward
in their presence. So he threw down
his load quickly, but cooley, and hauled
up his Winchester and fired. Gabe had
intended to break the bear's neck, but
the closeness of the animal and the neces
sary haste in shooting caused the bullet
to go wide of its aim, but it tore out the
bear's right eye and deprived the brute
of half of its powers of vision. The shot
scarcely checked the mad beast; for it
rose on its feet, and before Gabe could
fire a second time the bear struck his
gun from his hands and it was sent spin
ning rods away, while the force of the
blow made Gabe whirl around for a
moment as if he was a top in the hands
of a schoolboy. He fell some distance
from the buear, yet he was on his feet in
a twinkling and braced himself for a
Uttering a horrid grown that fairly
froze the blood of his antagonist, the
bear followed up his stroke, and, with
outstreatched arms, both hunted and
bear clinched in a hand to paw contest
and fell to the ground, rolling and tumb
ling over and over down the steep, craggy
sides of the mountains, the bear bellow
ing and roaring with pain and rage, while
the hunter, who had drawn hus sharp
knife~ from its sheath in his hunting belt,
was viciously plunging it the hilt at every
stroke into the sides of the animal.
Blood quickly followed, besmearing both
combatants. The embraces of the bear,
though at a disadvantage, were terrific,
and G*abe nearly lost his breath during
the frightful hugs, but it only made him
the more desperate as he began to think
his time had about come and he must
get in his work quickly.
By a lucky stab and slash of the kife
n ha hn adlahaant the left e~e
ball of the animal in two and complete
ly destroyed the brute's vision. As the
eyeball streamed from its socket the
bear became doubly enraged, and catch
ing the left side of Gabe's head in his
mouth he instantly tore off an ear and
part of the hunter's scalp. In a moment
more both Gabe and the bear, tight in
each other's embrace and fighting
desperately, had reached a fifty-foot
precipice. Down they went, whirling
and tumbling among the brush and
rocks below. The bear, being heaviest,
struck first, and Gabe was thus saved
from instant death. The hard shock
caused both to loosen their holds and
bound several feet apart from each
The bear was evidently stunned by
the concussion, and Gabe was on his
feet first and out of the former's reach.
The grizzly's wrath in endeavoring to
find his enemy was terrible. He ran in
various directions, tore the ground and
wreaked his vengeance on the bushes by
pulling and tearing into shreds. Keep
ing out of reach of the infuriated mon
ster, Gabe endeavored to find the knife
which he had dropped from his grasp in
the fall. At last he discovered the miss
ing weapon, and, grasping the handle
firmly, he approached the grizzly and
plunged the blade into the latter's body
with all the strength he could summon.
The bear whirled in a twinkling, and
Gabe made a narrow escape, leaving the
knife still sticking in the animal's body.
The bear now plunged about among the
rocks and brush in the maddest agony.
Remembering his Winchester and re
volver, Gabe made a long detour to get
above the top of the precipice to secure
them. On nearing the place he fainted
and fell senseless with exhaustion.
How long he remained in that condi
tion he does not know, but thinks it
must have been at least an hour. On
coming to he was so weak from loss of
blood that he could only crawl to his
gun and revolver on his hands and
knees. The bear's stroke had broken
the gun so that it was useless. Resting
awhile, and recovering his strength he
returned below the precipice and found
the bear sitting up and rubbing his
eyes in a vain effort to see. Gabe opened
fire, and at each shot the bear would
charge in the direction of the sound, but
being sightless and the ground uneven
he would fall and tumble around in the
most reckless manner. Ten shots
finished him, and Gabe went home and
secured help, and when he was hauled
to the hunter's cabin he was found to
weigh 1,200 pounds.
The loss of an ear and part of his
scalp, besides being lacerated in various
other places, did not affect Gabe's cour
age, and when seen by your correspond
ent he declared that he is still a match
for any grizzly that ever walked.
The Condition of the Crops.
The State Department of Agriculture
furnishes the following statements,
showing the condition of the crops, &c.,
June 1, based on the report of 251 coun
ty and township correspondents.
The crop prospects in South Carolina
are not generally so favorable as at this
date last year. The seasons during the
month of May were unfavorable for cot
ton, cool nights, high winds and exces
sive rains retarded the growth of the
plant and caused the crop to become
grassy. It is the general opinion of
correspondents that it is fully two weeks
later in development than on the first
of June, 1887. In some favored locali
ties the plant is reported healthy, well
cultivated and vigorous. The area has
been slightly increased over last year.
Corn lands have been well prepared
ad the crop well cultivated, while more
fertilizers per acre have been used than
formerly. The growth was slow in the
early part of the month owing to lack
of rain, but more favorable seasons later
benefitted it greatly. About three
fourths of the crop is planted on up
lands and the condition of this part of
the crop closely approximates an aver
age. Lowlands have been flooded and
some damage has resulted fromifrom the
freshets. Insects have injured the crop
on bottom lands, and at present the
prospect for the usual yield is promising.
Wheat was injured by late frosts and
rust, ripened prematurely, and the yield
was reduced below last year. Unfavora
ble seasons somewhat reduced the yield
of oats. Harvesting began the latter
part of May.
The other crops, including peas, rice,
sweet and Irish potatoes, sugar cane and
sorghum, peanuts, &c., are fully up to
an average. Berries of all kinds are
abundant. The melon crop is backward
n some sectione peaches and apples will
produce full crops while in other parts
of the State they almost failures.
The consumption of commercial fer
tilizers is estimated at about 120,000
tons, classified as follows: Ammoniated
46,600 tons; acid phosphate 45,600 tons;
Kainit 19,200 tons, and chemicals 8,100
The large crop of cotton produced last
year, the fair prices obtained for the
same and the bountiful corn crop greatly
improved the financial condition of land
owners, tenants and laborers in every
county. The amount of farm supplies
purchased was much less than last year.
A majority of the progressive farmers of
the State raised last year corn enough
for plantation use and bacon sufficient
for ~family consumption.
Pastures are fine, cattle fat, work
stock in splendid condition and the
farmers energetic and hopeful.
The New Pasitor.
The Portland Advertiser has a good
story, which it credits to Bishop Simp
son. A Methodist congregation, who
regretted the departure of a minister
whose time had expired, plied the pas
tor with questions about the man ap
pointed to succeed him. The pastor
gravely answered them: "He is a good
man and an able preacher, but-there, I
don't suppose I ought to say anything,
and I think on reflection that I won't."
Of course this inflamed everybody's
curiosity, and they insisted that he ex
plain. After disclaiming any intention
to prejudice the new man, lhe informed
them that the coming incumbent parted
his hair in the middle. The congrega
tion were indignant, but decided to
suspend final judgment until they had
seen the new man. The next Sunday,
when he walked up the aisle, every eye
was upon him, and as he faced the peo
ple there was a broad smile on every
ac in the church. He was bald.
WHY NOT LIVE FOREVER?
DR. TALM %GE TELLS HOW RELIGION
He Knows Very Many Good Old Men, but
Few Bad Old Men-Sin, He Says, Has
Killed Them Off.
Rev. Dr. Talmage preached Sunday
morning to an audience that filled the
Tabernacle and overflowed to the side
walk. His subject was, "Does Religion
Prolong life?" We find his text in Psalm
91, verse 16: "With long life will I
"Through the mistake of its friend,"
said the popular divine, "religion has
been chiefly associated with sick beds and
grave yards. The whole subject to many
people is odorous with chlorine and
carbolic acid. It is high time that this
were changed and that religion, instead
of being represented as a hearse to carry
out the dead, should be represented as a
chariot in which the living are to
"Religion, far from subtracting from
one's vitality, is glorious adbition. It is
good for the eyes, good for the ears, good
for the spleen, good for the digestion and
good for the nerves. The fact is, men
and women die too soon. It is high
time that religion joined the hand of
medical science in attempting to improve
human longevity. Adam lived 900 years;
Methuselah lived 969 years. I do not
say that religion will taka the race back
to anti-diluvian longevity, but I do say
that the length of human life will be
"It is said in Isaiah: 'The child shall
live a hundred years old.' Now if the
child is to live to be 100 years old, may
not the men reach to 390 and 400 and 500.
The fact is we are mere dwarfs, skeletons,
compared to some of the generations to
come. Religion has just touched our
world. Give it full power for a few
centuries, and who can tell what will be
the strength of man and the beauty of
woman, and the longevity of all.
"My design is to show that practiil
religion is the friend of long life. I prove
it first from the fact that it makes the
care of our health a positive Christian
duty. The Christian man lifts the whole
problem of health into the accountable
and divine. He sees God's caligraph in
every page-anatomical and physolog
ical. The Christian man says, if I hurt
my nerves, if I hurt my brain, if I hurt
any of my physical faculties, I insult
God and call for dire retribution. God
meant to tell us in all ages that we are to
offer to Him our best physical condition.
A man who, through gluttonous or
irregular eating, ruins his health, is not
offering to God such a sacrifice.
"An intelligent Christian man would
consider it an absurdity to kneel at night
and pray and ask God's protection while
at the same time he kept the windows
of his bedroom tight shut against fresh
air. He would just as soon think of
going out on the bridge between Brook
lyn and New York, leaping off and then
praying to God to keephim fromgetting
hurt. Take care of all your physical
forces-nervous, muscular, bone, brain,
cellular tissue-for all you must be
brought to judgment.
"Smoking your nervous system into
fidgets, burning out the the coating of
your stomach with wine logwooded and
strychnyned, walking with thin shoes to
make your feet look delicate, pinched at
the waist until you are nigh cut in too,
and neither part worth anything, groan
ing about headache and palpitation of
the heart, which you think came from
God, when they came from your own
"olWhat right has any man or woman
to deface the temple of the Holly Ghost?
What is the ear? Why, it is the whisper
ing gallery of the human soul. What is
the eye? It is the observatory God con
structed, its telescope sweeping the
heavens. Again I remarked that prac
tical friend of longevity in the fact that
it is a prrtest against dissipations which
sjure and destroy the health. Bad
men and women live a very short life.
Their sins kill them. I know hundreds
of good old men, but I do not know half
a dozen bad old men? Why? They do
not get old. Lord Byron died at 36
years of age, himself his own Mazeppa,
his embridled passion the horse that
dashed him into the desert. Edgar A.
Poe died at 38 years. The black raven
that alighted on the bust above the
chamber door was delirium tremens.
Only this and nothing more.
"But, you say, professors of religion
have fallen, professors of religion have
misappropriated trust funds. Yes, but
they threw away their religion before
they threw away their morality. There
are aged people who would have been
dead twenty-five years ago but for the
defenses and the equipose of religion.
You have no more natural resistance
than hundreds of people who lie in the
cemeteries to-day, slain by their own
vices. The doctors made their cases as
kind and pleasant as they could and it
was called congestion of the brain or
something else, but the snakes and the
blue flies that seemed to crawl over the
pilllow in the sight of the delirious patient
showed what was the matter with him.
You, the aged Christian, walked along
by that unhappy man until you came to
the golden pillar of a Christian life You
went to the right, he went to the left.
That is all the difference between you
"Again, religion is a friend of longe
vity, because it takes the worry out of
our temporalities. ft is not work that
kills men, it is worry. When a man be
comes a genuine Christian, he makes
over to God not only his affetions, but
his family, his business, his reputation,
his mind, his body, his soul, his every
thing. industrious he will be, but never
worrying, because God is managing his
"Suppose you had a supernatural
neighbor who came in and said: 'I want
you to call on me in every exigency. I
am your fast friend. .1 could fall back
on 20,000,000 and see a panic ten years
ahead. Whenever you in trouble, call
on me and I will help you.' How much
would you worry about business? Why,
you would say: 'I'll do the best I can,
and depend on my friend's generosities
for the rest.'
"Now more than that is promised for
every Christian business man. God says
to him: 'I own New York, London, and
St. Petersburg and Pekin and Australia
and California. I am your friend. When
yo get in truble I will help you.'
blow much would that man worry? Not
" 'Oh,' you say. 'Here is a man who
asked God's blessing in a certain enter
prise and he lost $5,000. Explain that.'
I will. 'All things work together for
good to them that love God.' Is there
not rest in that? Is there not truth in
that? Is there not longevity in that? If
that broker who some years ago in Wall
street, after he had lost his money, sat
down and wrote a farewell letter to his
wife before he blew his brains out-if
instead of taking out of his pocket a
pistol had taken' out a well read New
Testament there would have been one lees
suicide. Oh, nervous and feverish peo
ple of the world try this sedative. You
will live twenty-five years longer. It is
not chloral that you want, or morphine.
It is the Gospel of Jesus Christ."
Had Worked Against Him.
A gaunt man, with yellowish beard
and hair that looked like hackled flax,
stood throwing stones at a log meeting
house, says the Arkansaw Traveller. He
seemed to be aiming his missiles at a
small window, the only one that lighted
the house, had just thrown, with encour
aging directness, a fragment of flint,
when a man, riding a horse, drew rein
and demanded the cause of the bombard
"You jest jog along, now, an' let me
'tend to this, will you?" he replied.
"But why are you throwing stones at
"Go on now, I tell you. This here is
a fam'ly erfair."
"A family affair?"
"That's what I 'lowed," attempting to
dislodge a stone with the heel of his boot.
"I must say that it is a peculiar family
affair that leads a man into such a sense
less performance as throwing stones at a
"I don't kere what you must say."
He swayed his long arm drew in hishand
with a jerk, squatted, stampedtheground,
and exclaimed, "I gad, I come in one iv
puttin' her thar that time!" He began
to poke around in a sort of nodding
saunter, looking for another stone.
"Look here, if youdon't explain your
self I'll swear out a warrant for your
"Go ahead. You'll have a mighty up
hill work arrestin' a feller fur 'tendin' to
a sam'ly erfair. Bet a dollar I drap one
uv 'em when they come out," he added,
as he found a stone.
"When who comes out?"
"My folks-wife, Puss, the Fulguma,
Tom Welsh, and that haungry-lookin'
"What are they doing?"
"W'y, Tom-never seed rooks so
scarce-Tom he has tuck my daughter
Puss in thar to marry her, and the others
have gone in to help, 'specially that
preacher what I'm goin' to whup the fast
time I ketch him out. I skeeredthe old -
cuss so he wouldn't come over to my
house, so he 'suaded 'em to come out
"Why do you object to your daughter
"Wouldn't object ef she waster marry
the right eorter man."
"Isn't Tom the right sort of man?"
"Not by a blamed sight."
"Won't he provide well for your
"Yes, mont do that."
"Dosen't he seem to care enough for
"0 yas; he has putty nigh broke his
neck airter her."
"Why, then, do you object to him?"
"On account uv his cussed meannem."
"In what way is he mean?"
"W'y, dad blast him, he's the man that
driv whiskey from Oak Grove-tuok
around apaper an' had it signed so the -
conty jedge wouldn't let no mo' licns
be issured, that's whnt's he's done. Tuck
away from the citizens nv this here com
munity the rightuvgoin'out to the grove
uv a Saturday evenin' an' havin' a little
fun, that's what's he's done. Bobbed
the folks uv a privilege give to 'em by
Washington an' ole Andy Jackson an'
sich men, when, cadfound him, he knows
that I've got two barrels of wild cat that
I made last fall, intendin' to pay off a
mortgage on my place with it. That's
what he's done, an' now, cadfond you, do
you recon I want my daughter to marry
a man that has wosked agin me thater
"Well, but instead of throwing stones
at the church, why don't you go to
"Look here, do you reckon I wanter go
to a man that ha; done whupped me
three times, an' stove in all my front
teeth? Bide on, now, and don't try to
give me advice aboutmy fam'ly matters."
Then, finding a stone that suited his
fancy, he added, "Bet a ca'f I put this
right down in the weddin' circle."
The Newspaper in the Schoolroom.
The use of the newspaper in school is
now getting to be quite common, and
the resulteare so gratifying as to prove
the wisdom of the plan. The country
teacher, who cannot get a~daily, can use
his weekly, either giving onlyjan exercise
a week, or by dividing the news, give a
short exercise each day. The village or
city teacher can of course have fresh
material each day. The manner of
using may be greatly varied and rendered
quite attractive. I look my daily over
each evening, make a memorandum of
the items most instructive and interesting
to my classes, and then next day, usually
in the morning before school, I write the
head Lines on the board, leaving the pu
pils to copy and talk over, or possibly
read the articles, until the time appointed
for our exercise, when each item is taken
up and discussed thoroughly. I find
these exercises quite as valuable to me as
to the pupils. Questions are asked abdut
men, nations, and events that put us all
to thinking and searching our books of
reference; thus the use of books is learn
ed. Another day we will read articles
from newspapers instead of our readers
and again some pupil will prepare
the list to be written on the board.
Every pupil in my school reads as many
papers as he can get hold of, and all are
learning to sift out the good and skip
the spurious padding with a celerity and
judgment that are surprismng.-Carohina
The Haymarket riot of May 4, 1886. has
claimed another victim. Ollicer Timothy
Sullivan, who was one of the detail which
stood the damage of the Anarchist bomb
on that memorable nighit, died at Chicago
Tuesday. 'He received -a bulkt in the
high, and blood posoniigwhich super
vened gradually sapped his strength until