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AGAINST BIGOTRY,
Rev. Dr. Talmage Discusses a
Delicate Subject.
SECTARIAN DIFFERENCES.
Cautions Parents as to its Ef
fects on Their Chi,
dren's Religious
Prospects.
In this sermon Dr. Talnage discuss
es a topic which will interest domestie
circles everywhere. The text is Gene
sis xiii, S: -Let there be no strife, -
pray thee, between me and thce. and
between my herdrnen and thy herd
mcn. Is not the whole land before
thee?"
Uncle and nephew. Abram a'd Lot.
both pious, both millionaires, and with
such large flocks of bleating sheep and
lowing cattle that their herdmen g'ot
into a fight, perhaps about the best
pasture. or about the best water privi
lege, or because the cow of o nc got
hooked by the horns of the other. No
their poverty of opportunity, t,, their
wealth, was the cause of controversy
between these two men. T Abratu
the glorious old Mesopotanian sheik.
such controversy seemed absurd. It
was like two ships quarreling for sea
room in the middle of the Atlantie
ocean. There was a vast reach of coun
try, cornfields, vineyards, harvests and
plenty of room in illimitable acreage.
"Now," says Abram. "let us agree to
differ. Here are the mountain districts
swept by the tonic of sea breeze anid
with wide reaching prospect, and there
is the plain of Jordan, with tropical
luxuriance. You may have either.
Lot, who was not as rich as Abram and
might have been expected to take the
second choice, made the first selection,
and with a modesty that must have
made Abram smile said to him:
"You may have the rocks and the
fine prospect, I will take the valley of
the Jordan, with all its luxuriance of
cornfields, and the river to water the
flocks, and the genial climate, and the
wealth immeasurable." So the contro
versy was forever settled, and great
souled Abram carried out the sugges
tion of the text: "Let there be no
strife, I pray thee, between me and
thee, and between my herdmen and thy
herdmen. Is not the whole land before
thee?"
Well, in this, the last decade of the
nineteenth century, and in this beauti
ful land, which was called America,
after Ameries Vespucius, but should
have been called Columbia, afttr its
discoverer, Columbus, we have a wealth
of religions privilege and opportunity
that is positively bewildering-churches
of all sorts of creeds, and of all kinds
of government, and all forms of wor
ship, and all styles of architecture.
What opulence of ecclesiastical oppor
tunity! Now, while in desolate regions
there may be only one church, in the
opulent districts of this country there is
such a profusion that there ought to be
no diffiulty in making a selection. No
fight about vestments, or between litur
gical or nonliturgical adherents, or as
to baptrismal modes, or a handful of
water as compared with a riverful. If
Abram prefers to dwell on the heights,
where he can only get a sprinkling from
the clouds, let him consent that Lot
have all the Jordan in which to im
merse himself. "Let there be no
strife, I pray thee, between me and
thee, and between my herdmen and thy
herdmen. Is not the whole land before
thee?"
Especially is it fortunate when fami
lies allow angry discussion at the break
fast or dinner or tea table as to which
is the best church or denomination, one
at one end of the table saying he could
never endure the rigid doctrines of
Presbyterianism, one at the other end
responding that s .e never could stand
the forms of Episcopacy, and one at
one side of the table saying he did not
understand how anybody could bear the
noise in the Methodist church, and
another declaring all the Baptist bi
gots. There are hundreds of families
hopelessly split on ecclesiasticism, and
in the middle of every discussion on
such subjects there is a kindling of in
dignation, and it needs some old father
Abram to come and put his foot on the
loaded fuse before the explosion tak's
p lace and say; "Lret there be no strxue
Ipray thee, between ino and ti
and between my herdmen a-l r
herdmen. Is not the whole laud be
fore thee?"
I undertake a subject never underta
ken by any other pulpit, for it is an ex
ceedingly delicate subject, and if not
rightly handled might give serious of
fense, butI approach it without the
slightest trepidation, for I am sure I
have the divine direction in the matters
I propose to present. It is a tremen
dous question, asked all over Christen
dom, often asked with tears and sobs
and heart breaks and involving the
peace of families, the eternal happiness
of many souls. In matters of church
attendance should the wife go with the
husband or the husband go with the
wife?
CFirst, remember that all the evangeli
cal churches have enough truth in them
to save the soul and prepare us for hap
piness on earth and in heaven. I will go
with you into any well selected theolog
ical library, and I will show you ser
mons from ministers in all denomina
tions that set forth man as a sinner and
Christ as a celiverer from sin and sor
row. That is the whole gospel. Get
that into your soul, and you are fitted
for the here and the hereafter. There
are differences, we admit, and some de
nominations we like better than others.
But suppose three or four of us make
solemn agreement to meet each on im
portant business, and one goes by the
New York Central railroad, another by
the Erie railroad, another by the Penn
sylvania railroad, another by the Balti
more and Ohio railroad. One goes
this way because the mountains are
grander, another takes this because the
cars are more luxurious, another th a
because the speed is greater, another
takes the other because he has long
been accustomed to that route and all
the employees are familiar. So far as
our engagement to meet is concerned it
makes no difference if we only get there.
Now, any one of the innumerable evan
gelical denominations, if you practice
its teaching although some of their
trains run on a bread gauge and some
on a narrow gauge, will bring you out
at the city of the New Jerusalem.
It being evident that you will be safe
inany of the evangelical denominations,
.L proceed to remark. first, if one of the
married couple be a Christian and the
other not, the one a Christian is bound
to go anywhere to a church where the
unconverted companion is willing to ro,
if he or she will go to no other. You
of the connubial partnership are a
Christian. You are safe for the skies.
Then it is your first duty to secure the
eternal safety of your lifetime atsociate.
Sife impeten:~ >ofur lustana !uipen
itentmore importan than your church re
lationhip'? Is not the condition of
your compan'on for the next juadrillion
of years a milhtier consideration to
you than the gratification of your eccle
siastical taste tor forty or 50 years. A
man or a woman who would stop half a
minute to weigh preferences as to
whether he or she had better go with
the unconverted coniz a-ion to this or
that church or denomination has no re
ligion at all r d ncver has had, and I
fear never wi hae You are loaded
up. with wlat 3 ou suppose to ne relig
ion. blut y(u are likc Captain Frobish
er. who brouglht back froni his voyage
of discovery a shipload of what he sup
posed valuable minerals, yet instead of
being silver or gold. were nothing but
commoun stones of the fieJ. to bc hurl
,d out as finalh-useleSS.
Mighty God. i all thy rcali is there
one man cr wo:uazn profe-sing religign,
yet so stolii. so untitted. so far gone
unto duath that there would be any
hesitancy in surrendering all prefer
er cs before such an opportunity of sal
vation and heaveuly reunion? If you,
a Christian wife. are an attendant upon
ny eliurch and your unconverted hus
band des' ' t ._o tiere because he does
not lk its pireacber, or its music. or
its architee~ure, or its uncomfortable
cro:wding. and goes not to any house of
wv4rship. but would go if you would ac
company him somew here else, change
your church relations. 'lake your
hymbvok home with you today. Say
goodby to your frier.ds in the neighbor
ing pews aminigo with him to any one cf
a hundrrd churches till his soul is saved
and he joins you in the march to hea
ven. More important than that ring
on the third finger of your left hand it
is that your Heavenly Father command
the angcl of mercy concerning your hus
band at his conversion, as in the pyra
ble of old, "Pat a ring on his hand.'
No letter of more importance ever
came to the great city of Corinth, situ
ated on what was called the "Bridge of
the Sea," and glistening with sculptute,
and gated with a style of brass the mag
niticence of which the following ages
have not been able to successfully imi
tate. and overshadowed by the Acro
Corinthus, a fortress of rock 2.000 feet
high-I say no letter ever came to that
g-eat city -f more importance than that
leer in which Paul puts the two start
ling questions: "What knowest thou,
0 wife, whether thou shalt save thy
husband? Or how knowest thou. 0
man. whether thou shalt save thy
wife?" The dearest sacrifice on the
part of the one is cheap if it rescue the
other. Better go to the smallest,
weakest, most insignificant cLurch on
earth and be copartners in eternal bliss
than pass your earthly membership in
most gorgeously attractive church while
your companion stays outside of evan
gelical privilege, Better have the
drowning saved by a scow or a sloop
than let him or her go down while you
sail by in the gilded cabins of a Majestic
or Campania.
Second remark: If both of the mar
ied couples be Christians, but one is
so naturally constructed that it is im
possible to enjoy the services of a par
ticular denomination and the other is
not so sectarian or punctilious. let the
one less particular go with the other
who is very particular. As for myself,
I feel as much at home in one denomi
nation ef evangelical Christians as an
otha, and I think I must have been
born very near the line. I like the sol
emn roll of the Episcopal liturgy, and I
like the spontaneity of the Methodists,
and I like the importance given to the
ordinance of baptism by the Baptists,
and I like the freedom of the Congre
gationalists, and I like the government
and the sublime doctrine of the Presby
terians, and I like many of the others
just as much as any I have mentioned,
and 1 could happily live and preach
and die and be buried from any of them.
But others are born with a liking so
stout, so unbending, so inexorable for
some denomination that it is a positive
necessity they have the advantage of
that one. What they were intended to
be in ecelesiasticism was written in the
sides of their cradle, if the father and
meother had ca es keen enough to see it.
They would not stop crying until they
had put in their hands as a plaything a
Westminster catechism of the Thirty
nine Article. The whole current of
their temperament and thought and
character runs into one sect of religion
ists as naturally as the James river into
the Chesapeake. It would be a torture
to such persons to be anywhere outside
of that one church.
Now, let the wife or husband who is
not so constructed sacrifice the milder
preference for the one more inflexible
and rigorous. Let the grapevine follow
the rugosities and the sinuosities of the
oak or hickory. Abram, the richer in
fiocks of Christian grace, should say to
Lot, who is built on a smaller scale:
"Let there be no strife, 1 pray thee, be
tween me and thee, and between my
herdsmen and thy herdsmen. Is not
the whole land before thee?" As you
can be edified and happy anywhere, go
with your compnion to the church to
which he or she must go or be miser
able.
Remark ti.e third: If both the mar
ried cou ec are very strong in their see
tarianismi let them attend the different
churches preferred. It is not necessary
that you attend the same church. Re
ligion is between your conscience and
your Gol. Like Abram and Lot, agree
to differ. When on Sabbath morning
you come out of your home together and
one goes one way and the other the
other, heartily wish each other a good
sermon and a time of profitable devo
ttion, and when you meet again at the
noonday repast, let it be evident, each
to each and to your children and to the
hired help, that you have both been on
the Mount of Transfiguration, although
you went up by different paths, and
that you have both been fed by the
bread of life. though kneaded by differ
cnt hands in different trays and baked
In different ovens. "But how about
the children?" I am often asked by
scores of parents. Let themi also make
their own choice. They will grow up
with reverence for both the denomina
tions represented by father and mother
if you by holy lives commend those de
nominations. If the father liaes the
better life, they will have the more
favorable opinion of his denomination.
If the mother lives the better life, they
will have the more favorable opinion of
her denomination. And some day both
parents will, for at least one service, go
to the same church. The neighbors
will say. "I wonder what is going on
today,-for I saw our neighbor and his
wife, who always go to different
churches, going arm in arm to the same
sanctuary." Well, I will tell you what
has brought them together arm in arm
to the same altar. Something very
important has happened. Their son is
today uniting with the church. He is
standing in the aisle. taking the vows
of a Christian. He had been somewhat
wayward, gave father and mother a good
deal of anxiety, but their prayers have
been answered in his conversion, and as
he stands in the aisle and the nminister
of religion says, "Do you consecrate
yourself to the God who made and re
is an April shower in the pew where
father and mother sit and a rainbow of
joy which arches both their souls tnat
makes ll differences of creed infinitesi
mal. And the daughter, who had been
very worldly and gay and thoughtless,
puts her life on the altar of consecra
tion, and as the sunlight of that Sab
bath streams through the church win
dow and falls upon her brow and cheek
she looks like their other daughter,
whose face was illuminated with the
brightness of another world on the day
when the Lord took her into his heav
enly keeping years ago.
I should not wonder if, after all. these
parents pass the evening of their life in
the same church. all differences of
church preference overcome by the joy
of being in the house of God where
their children were prepared for useful
ness and heaven. But I can give you
a recipe for ruining your children. An
grily contend in the household that
your church is right and the church
of your companion is wrong. Bring
sueer and caricature to empha
size your opinions, and your chil
dren will makeup their minds that reli
gion is a sham, and they will have none
of it. In the northeast storm of domes
tic controversy the rose of Sharon and
the lily of the valley will not grow.
Fight about apostolic succession, fight
about election and free agency, fight
about baptism, fight about the bishopric,
fight about gown and surplice, and the
religious prospects of your children
will be left dead on the field. You will
be as unfortunate as Chaarles. duke of
Burgundy, who in battle lost a dia
mond the value of a kingdom, for in
your fight you will lose the jewel of
salvation for your entire household.
This is nothing against the advocacy of
your own religious theories. Use all
forcible argument, bring all telling il
lustration, array all demonstrative
facts, but let there be no acerbity, no
stinging retort, no mean insinuation,
no superciliousness, as though all oth
ers were wrong and you infallibly right.
Take a hint from astronomy. The
Ptolemaic system made the earth the
center of the solar system, and every
thing was thought to turn round the
earth. But the Copernican system
came and made the sun the center
around which the planets revolved.
The bigot makes his little belief the
center of everything, but the large
souled Christian makes the sun of
righteousness the center and all deno
minations without any clashing w"
each in its own sphere revolving aro1 i
it. Over the tomb of Dean Stanle3
Westminster abbey is the passage of
Scripture, "Thy commandments arc <
ceeding broad." Let no man crowd is
on to a path like the bridge Al Sirat,
which the Mohammedan thinks leads
fr-:'n this world over the abyss of bell
into paradise, the breadth of the bridge
less than the web of a starved spider or
the edge of a sword or razor, off the
edges of which many fall. No. While
the way is not wide enough to take wiLh
us any of our sins, it is wide enough
for all Christian believers to pass with
out peril into everlasting safety. But
do not any of you depend upon what
you call a "sound creed" for salvation.
A man may owr all the statutes of the
state of New York and yet not be a
lawyer, and a man may own all the best
medical treatise and not bea physician,
and a man may own all the best works
on painting and architecture and not be
either painter or architect, and a man
may own all the sound creeds in the
world and yet not be a Christian. Not
what you have in your head and on your
tongue, but in your heart and in your
life, will decide everything.
In olden times in England before the
modern street lamps were invented every
householder was expected to have a lan
tern suspended in front of his house,
and the cry of the watchmen in London
as they went along at eventide was,
"Hang out your lights!' Instead of
disputing in your home about the dif
ferent kinds of lanters, as a watchman
on the walls of Zion I cry, "Let your
light so shine before men that they,
seeing your good works, may glorify
your Father which is in heaven!" Hang
out your lights! You may have a thou
sand ideas about religion and yet not
the great idea of pardoning mercy. It
is not the number of ideas, but the
greatness of them. A mouse hath ten
offspring in her nest, while the lioness
hath one in her lair. All ideas about
forms and ceremonies and church gov
ernment put together are not worth the
one idea of getting to heaven yourself
and taking your family with you.
But do not reject Christianity, as
many do, because there are so many
sects. Standing in Westminster hotel,
London, I looked out of the window and
saw three clocks, as near as I can re
member--one on the parliament house,
another on St. Margaret's chapel, an
other on West minster abbyadthey
were all different. One said 12 o'clock
at noon, another said five minutes be
fore 12, another said five minutes after
12. I might as well have concluded
that there is no such thing as time be
cause the three timepieces we re differ
ent as for you to conclude that there i
no such thing as pure Christianityi be
cause the churches differ in their state
ment of it.
But let us all rejioice that, although
part of our family may worship on
earth in one church and part in another
church or bowed at the same altar in a
compromise of preferences, we are, if
redeemed, on the way to a perfect
church, where all our preferences will
be fully gratified. Great cathedral of
eternity, with. arches of amethysts and
pillars of sapphire, floors of emerald
and windows aglow with the sunrise of
heaven! What stupendous towers, with
chimes angel hoisted and angel rung!
What myriads of worshipers, white
robed and coroneted! What an officia
tor at the altar, even "the great High
Priest of our profession !" Wihat walls,
hung with the captured shield and flags.
by the church militant passed up to be
church triumphant! What doxologies
of all nations! Coronet to coronet,
cymbal to cymbal, harp to harp, organ
to organ! Pull out the tremulant stop
to recall the sufferings past! Pull out
the trcmpet stop to celebrate the vic
tory!
When shall these eyes thy heaven built
And pearly gates behold,
Thy bulwarks, with salvation strone.
And streets of shining gold?
Spinish Treat With A guinaldo.
As a result of the understanding re
cently arrived at between the Spanish
minister, Duke D'Arcos, and the presi
dent. it is expected that the Madrid
officials will at an early day select a
commissioner to reopen negotiations
with Aguinaldo for the release of the
Spanish prisoners held by the insur
gents. The efforts of the United States
authorities have been f'xtile, not only
as to releasing the Spaniards, but also
as to Lieut. Gilmore and the other
American prisoners. It is for this rea
son that the Spanish authorities will be
given all necessary facilities for secur
THE OLD SOUTH CAROLINA
Was the First Railroad Built in the
United States.
In this railway age the acquisitioa of
the old South Carolina railroad by the
Southern. which again makes that roar
the most important to the city of Char
leston, gives the early history of the
pioneer road, where once the motive
power was the wind. an especial interest.
While the South Carolina was not the
first railrozd in the world, and possibly
not the first in the Unitid States, it was
conspicuously first in many particulars.
It was the first road ever constructed
with a definite plan of operating exclu
sively by locomotive power: it was the
first railroad to use an American built
locomotive; it was the first to use loco
motives that were purely the product
of American invention: it was the first
road in the world to use an eight
wheeled engine, and that engine was
the first eight-wheeler ever constructed,
and was devised by this same road's
chief engineer. -
Although there were tram roads in
America that are said to have ante-dated
the South Carolina, still it is doubtful
if even that is the case, for the South
Carolina company ante-dated by some
years the genuine railroad that was
opened by that company January 15,
1830, and several circumstances indi
cate that the company operated a tram
way by horses and sails before the loco
tive steam power was inaugurated in
1830. Certain it is that the work on
this, the first real railroad in America,
was commenced in 1828. Although
tramways had been in use in England
for a century or two nothing much was
accomplished until Stephenson opened
up the Manchester and Liverpool rail
way in 1S29. introducing thereon the
steam locomotive.
In his work entitled "Railroads
Their Origins and Problems," Mr.
Charles Francis Adams says there "is
some reasou for believing that the
South Carolina railroad was the first
constructed in any country with a de
finite plan of operating it exclusively
by locomotive steam power." There is
corrobor.itive evidence on this point in
the memoirs of Horatio Allen: "In
September of 1829 Mr. Allen became
the chief engineer of the South Carolina
railroad the construction of which had
then been determined upon. On his
recommendation the gauge of the r.ad
i made five feet. This road was
e ampleted and the cost was within his
originial estimates, and when finished
it was the longest railroad in the world.
At that early date the South Carolina
Railroad company had to decide wheth
er the motive power of the road should
be horses or locomotiv.s. In a report
inade to the company in November,
1829, Mr. Allen presented an estimate
of the cost of transportation by horse
power and by the locomotive power.
The estimate of cost of locomotive
power was based on facts obtained on
the Stockton and Darlington railroad,
(England). The result of that compari
son was in favor of locomotive power
and the South Carolina company adopt
ed the engineer's recommendation to
use that powei. But that action was
based not on the experience of the
English road, but on the report of the
engineer who held that in the future
there was "no reason to expect any ma
terial improvement in the breed of
horses, while in my judgement the man
is not living who knows what the breed
of locomotives will place at command."
This report was made to a full meet
ing of the board and the decision for
locomotives was unanimous. Engineer
Allen says: "It was the first action of
this kind by any corporate body in the
world." Mr. Adams is authority for
the statement that the South Carolina
road was opened January 15, 1830, for
says he; "On the 15th of January,
1831, exactly four months after the
final opening of the Manchester and
Liverpool road, the first anniversary of
the South Carolina railroad was cele
brated with due honor." As to the first
engine use'd on this road, Mr. Adams
says: -"A queer lookirng machine, the
outline of which was suffieient to prove
that the inventor owed nothing to Ste
phenson, had been constructed at the
West Point foundry works in New York
during the summier of 1S30 --a first at
tempt to supply that locomnotive with
the botrd had with asublime confidence
in possibilitics, unanimously voted on
the 14th of the preceding January
should alone be used on the road." The
name of "Best Friend" was given to
this very simple product of native geni
us. In June, 1831l, another locomo
tive, the "West Point," arrived at
Charleston. Nicholas W. Darrell, of
Charleston, machinist, was the firt man
to open the throttle and run in the
''Best Friend." This engine lhter ex
ploded her boiler.
The third engine built was an eight
wheeler constructed on the plans fur
nished by Horatio Allen, chief en
gineer, "and was the first eight-wheel
engine in the world." It was narmed
the "South Carolina."
According to Mr. Allen's memoirs.
the road at first constructed consisted
of stringers 6x12 inches. on which iron
b'ars 2 nches were spiked3. News
papers oft Ibe period were not eager for
railroad nL o, but in The Charleston
Mercury. July 6, 1831, is an account of
an enthusiastic meeting of citizens of
Knoxville. Tenn., and vicinhity, held
June 10th. at which resolutions were
adopted recognizing the value to comn
mierce of the South Carolina road and
urging continuance of the liue to the
west, and committees wereappointed to
agitate the subject in territory between
Knoxville and Columbia.
This railroad advertisement appeared
in The Mercury July 15, 1S31: "The
locomotive engine runs every day for
passengers at half past 4 p. m. Parties
wishing it at any other hour can be ac
commodated by appiying to the engin
eer." November 19, 1832, the railroad
advertised that the locomotive would
commence on that day to make regular
trips from Charleston to Branchville
(sixty-five miles) and passenger and
freight rates were fixed. The railroad
regulations, as printed in The Charles
ton Almanac, are quite curious. All
baggage was at owners risk and not over:
seventy-five poun ds all d; no serea n's
were admitted ut.less in cha'g- of chil
dren exceipt ':- --ent of passengers;
smou- - .hhiitd, and "no gun
ar >.:23i piece s ball be permitted to
enter the ears unless examined by the
conduetor. "At the ringing of the bell
passengers will be allowed one minute
to take their seats. Seats must be en
gaged and paid for fifteen minutes pre
vious to the hour of departure."
A Requisition Issued.
Gov. McSweeney Wednesday issued
a requisition upon the governor of Geor
gia for Spencer Johnson, colored, who
is wanted in Aiken county, this State,
upon the charge of assault with intent
to rape, his intended victim being Gus
sic Horne. The offense was committed
the 29th of November lact. The Ne
gro has recently been located in Geor
gia. Gov. McSweeney appointed Sher..
iff Owen Alderman of Aiken county to
THE CROPS AND WEATHER.
What the Department of Agriculture
Says About Them.
The following is the weekly bulletin
of the condition of the weather and
crops of the State as issued Wednesday
by Section Director Bauer of the Uni
ted States Weather and Crop Service
bureau:
The week ending June 12th, 1899,
was one f torrid heat, with the aver
age temperature about 7 degrees per
day above the normal, and with an ex
treme maximum of 105 degreees on the
8th at Greenwood.
There was almost an entire absence
of rain during the week until Saturday
evening, when general showers began
that continued throughout Sunday, and
in plases on Monday. The week closed
with cooler, threatening weather pre
vailing.
The hot, dry weather of the greater
part of the week was very injurious to
crops generally, and some, such as to
bacco, rice, corn and truck, were seri
ously damaged in places, while cotton
was but little affee:ed.
Cotton of early planting is doing well
everywhere and some is putting on
squares freely; late planted is not all
up, and some fields have been replowed
and planted to corn. The stands of cot
ton are generally fair, but the plants
are smiller than usual to the season.
Sea Island cotton is in splendid condi
tion, and some blooms have been noted.
Corn was suffering everywhere for
rain, and in many places turned ye!
low and wilted; old corn in tassel is
seriously damaged by drought-in
places practically ruined. There is
much land yet to plant to corn in the
north central and south central coun
ties, on red lands. Old corn is being
laid by. Insects continue to injure this
crop.
Tobacco suffered serious impairment
especially late settings, many of which
died, leaving stands much broken; early
tobacco is bboming low.
Rice is doing well on low lands, but
upland rice withered and died out in
places. Late or June planting is nearly
finished,
Wheat and oats harvest is nearir g
completion and threshing has begun,
with quite satisfactory yields of wheat,
while oats are turning out poor ly, with
some exceptions. Spring oats are too
low to cut, and are a crop failure.
Maturing truck crops were cut short
about one-third by the drought. Pas
tures and gardens were parched. Much
complaint of blight on apple and pear
trees. Melons being laid by, but suf
fering for rain. The conditions as
stated-by correspondents in this bulle
tin, have been materially modified by
the recent rains, but to what extent is
not now known.
Pardoned by the Governor.
After a lapse of 10 years the story of
the famous Yonce murder case in Edge
field county is recalled by the pardno
Wednesday of Whitfield Murrell one of
the young men convicted of the mur
der with a recommendation to mercy.
At the time of the crime and for some
time afterwards the whole State was
astir. The capture of Murrell was on
ly affected after the most extensive
search had been made. He was
brought to Columbia finally securely
tied with ropes, then seemingly a mere
boy. He has been serving a life sen
tence. Gov. MeSweeney granted the
petition for pardon Wednesday on a
statement of the physicians that the
young man had developed consumption,
on the confessions of Carpenter, con
victed along with him, that Murrell,
though with him at the time, hid taken
no part in the killing of Yonce; and on
petitions of the strongest character.
Murrell was set free Wednesday even
ing and goes to his home with friends
and relatives today. During Gav. Till
man's administration strong petitions
were presented, but the governor re
fused the pardon. Senator Tillman's
name, however, appears on the petition
which aided in getting the pardon.
New Lieutenant Governor.
Thursday morning the Hon. R. B.
Scarborough of Horry county, who by
virtue of his position as president pro
tem of the State senate, and the ele
vation of the former lieutenant gover
nor to the office of governor, becomes
lieutenant governor. arrived in the
city. He had not up to that time taken
the oath as required by the constitu
tion. At 10 o'clock Senator Scarbo
rough went to the State capitol and pro
ceeded to take the oath of office before
Col. U. R. Brooks, clerk of the State
supreme court. Having done so he
signed it in duplicate, one copy being
left in the office of the secretary of
state. Upon taking the oath Mr. Scar
borough vacated the office of senator of
Horry county; the duty therefore de
volves upon him of issuing a writ of
election for the election of his success
or as senator. He also has to issue a
writ for an election in Lexington
county to fill the vacancy occasioned
by the election of Senator Griffith as
superintendenL of the State penitentia
ry.-State.
An Assassin Lynched.
A special from Newbern says: At
Bogue, 25 miles from here, on the night
of the Sth of June, the store of Elijah
B. Weeks was burglarized. Weeks was
brutally murdered. Detectives traced
and arrested Lewis Patrick, colored, as
he was about to take a steamer at New
bern for Elizabeth City. They found
in his possession a razor, shoes and
clothes and other personal property be
longing to Weeks. Hie was brought
nere aud jailed Sunday night. About
11 o'clock last night a body of masked
men came here in boats with pistols
and pick axes, forced the jailor to de
liver Patrick to them and disappeared
with himu. The sheriff, with a posse.
has been pursuing the mob since 12
o'clock, and returned tonight without
finding any trace of them. Opinion pre
vails that he will be lynched tonight if
he has not already been disposed of.
Did Not Change His Mind.
Mr. M'eKinley has a nice way of pro
mii a ht he thinks will please the
particular audience he happens to be
ad iressing, and an anything but nice
way of breaking his promise when par
tisan interests and his party bosses de
mand that he should do so. Our own
belief is he never changed his mind at
all, because he never had a mind not to
go over to the spoilsmen, and we think
he story of Ohio state Republican con
tention readily explains why he "went
vver" formally just when lie did.
Mc~inley's Latest Flip-Flap.
That President McKinley shamefully
belied his own pledges and convictions
in granting his recent orders giving
4.000 or more offices over to the spoils
system just in time to help Hanna out
at the Ohio state convention is proven
by his record. To his honor be it said
he was a friend of the reform he now so
viciously stabs ,vhen in congress. In
the fac~e of his past record, his clear
words and his solemn pledges, how can
he defend his present course without
anging his hed in sanme?
"ALL THE WHILE."
We may make new homes in coun'
tries
Far across the azure sea,
And the paths that know our foot
steps
In a fairer land may be;
But though scenes of rarer beauty
May our wistful eyes beguile
There'll be no home like the old home
That we cherish all the while!
As we wander through the wide world,
Seeking fortune, friends, and fame,
Many hands will reach to grasp ours,
Many lips will speak our name;
But of all the kindly faces
That for us will wear a smile,
There'll be no friend like the old
friend.
That has loved us all the while!
Other hearts will learn to love us.
Making sunshine on our way.
Tender links of new affections
Will enchain us day by day;
But as onward still we journey,
Growing wearier mile by mile,
There'll be no love like the old love,
That has blest us all the while.
A BARBERIRY HEDGE.
The front porch of the Loyd farm
house faced the east. Therefore, at
three o'clock on a Sunday afternoon
in July, it lay in the cool shadow of
the great white house. Seated among
the gray cushions of the hammock was
Patty Loyd, the only child and the
heiress of the broad acres. Patty was
a pretty dimpled bionde of twenty. In
a soft, white lawn., with her chestnut
hair curling away from her low brow,
she made a charming picture.
The other occupant of the porch was
John Manchester, the son of Richard
Manchester, whose well-tilled fields
joined Loyd farm. He was tall, stal
wart and dark, while his thoughtful
face betokened a mind alert and cul
tured.
The air was heavy with the scent of
the heliotrope growing on a flower
stand at John's right. The beds of
geraniums and nasturtiums made
glowing bits of color on the velvety
green sward. In the branches of a
great apple-tree a mother robin chirp
ed drowsily to her brood. All was
peaceful and free from discord.
But there was a serpent even in
Eden. As Seth Loyd, the father of
Patty, came strolling around the
house, coatless and his face flushed
with the heat, he bore little resemb
lance to the traditional tempter of our
common mother. Still, his entrance
upon the scene was almost as fatal to
peace and harmony.
Mr. Loyd sat down upon the steps,
fanning himself with his straw hat.
"Hew! Hot weather this, John."
"Yes, it's good for corn," John re-.
plied, affably. He did not particularly
enjoy the society of Mr. Loyd, but he
was Patty's father.
"Yes, but somehow it don't seem to
bring on that air piece of yourn over
there," pointing off to the north, where
a corn-field belonging to the Manches
ters was in sight. "Poor lay for crop,
that. What ails it? You progressive
farmers don't seem to have very good
crops after all your talk."
The hot blood colored John's cheeks.
Mr. Loyd was always sneering at his
and his father's farming. Perhaps it
would be as well to speak out concern
ing the corn. In the young man's
vexation he forgot that this disagree
able neighbor was the father of the
pretty girl opposite.
"Oh," he said, defiantly, "that's plain
enough. As long as that hedge of
yours stands there we can't expect
much of crops in the field next to it.
Your own suffer some, 6ut the wind
favors you."
"Eh, what's that? What do you
mean ?" and the old man sat bolt up
right and glared at John. "It must be
your college learnin' has gone to your
head."
This thrust did not quiet John. His
attendance upon the state Agricultural
College had before been ridiculed by
Mr. Loyd.
"I don't think it has. It may have
opened my eyes to the cause of what
you are pleased to call our failures.
You may not know, sir, that research
has proven that the pollen of the b..tr
berry-bush is hurtful to many growing
things. Professor Lutz touched on
the subject while I was at college, and
I have this summer corresponded with
him about this very hedge. He as
sures me that it is a damage to my
father's farm, and could be so proved
in court. Botanists claim that this
variety of the barberry, the Berberida
cae vulgaris, is-"
Here a strange noise interrupted
him. It was a cross between a snort
and a growl. Only astonishment had
kept Seth Loyd quiet thus far. The
Latin words, however, restored his
power of speech. He sprang to his
feet with remarkable agility. consider
ing his sixty-five years.
"You fool:" he shouted. "You
blamed idiot! You never hrd any
more brains than your father. rand imt
air schoolin' has spiled 'em. It is a
lie, every word of it."
John, too, arose. Before he could
speak Patty's soft voice recalled him to
himself.
"Oh, papa, how can you, and on Sun
day, too! He don't mean it. John. I
know he do-n't."
John hesitatal. Yes, it was-vrell,
injudicious to say the least, to a:.ger
Patty's father. He bit his lips and
turned half apologetically to the old
man, but the mischief was done.
"You keep still, miss," to Patty. "As
for you, young man. you walk. Don't
you never put foot on my farm ag'in.
liodge hurt your ornl That hedge
has~ always heen :or'eye.sore to yo'ur fa
ther. I'll defend it, you scoundrel.
Yes, sir, defend it with the last cent
of my money and the last drop of my
blood."
It was useless to attempt to reason
with him. His rage increased. John
was obliged to obey him and depart.
He humbly asked Patty's pardon, and
received assurance of her continued
friendship, even while her father was
ordering him never to speak to hei
again. John strode out of the gate
and down the road, and Patty, her
blue eyes overflowing with tears. took~
refuge in her own room.
Seth Loyd strode into the cool.
quaint, old-fashioned sitting--room,
where his wife was indulging in her
Sunday afternoon nap. Mrs. Loyd
was a meek little wvomnn who always
managed to fan the flame of her hus
band's anger by her ill-timed efforts to
extinguish it. When his story was
told, she said, tearfully:
"Oh, Seth, I jest wouldn't. Like as
not, the Manchesters will go to law,
and how it would sound for folks to
say you was arrested,"
This only made matters worse. Mr.
Loy brought his ha itother with
rj wisn tney'a try it. I'll show
Dick Manchester who's got the most
money, him or me!"
"Oh, father, don't talk so," and Mrs.
Loyd wiped a tear from her cheek. "I
'most know Patty likes John. and I
wouldn't have our girl's heart hurt for
all the hedges in the country."
This remark was the one thing need
ed to raise the passion of Seth Loyd to
white heat. Notwithstanding his
long trusteeship in the little church
near by' he ,wore, with an awful oath,
that Patty should have nothing to do
with the Manchesters.
As for John. he also acted unwisely.
He went straight home, and finding his
father lying under the great walnut
trees which shaded the lawn, he told
him the whole story.
Richard Manchester was a much
younger man than his neighbor. John
was an only child, and as the boy had
been motherless since his birth, there
was little his father had denied him.
But as he listened, the face of the elder
man grew hard and stern. This was
not the first trouble between Seth Loyd
and himself. Manchester's more pro
gressive ways of farming had always
been ridiculed by the old man, and
more especially had this been the case
in the iast few years since these very
ways had begun to bring in large re
turns. The hedge had already been a
source of dispute, as it took the place
of a line fenc'e, and had, when small,
often been passed over and trodden on
by Manchester's cattle.
"I think I've stood enough from Seth
Loyd," Mr. Manchester, senior, said,
firmly. "I believe I'll test the matter
of the hedge in the courts, although I
am opposed, on general principles, to
lawing. You kept Professor Lutz's
letters, didn't you, John?"
"Yes, sir, but-"
"But what?" the father asked, im
patiently. "I hope old Loyd did not
frighten you?"
"I don't think I am afraid." John an
swered, smiling a little. "But there's
Patty."
"Patty? Oh, yes, I see. Well, John,
I'll go a little slow for your sake, but
Seth Loyd will never overlook what
happened to-day."
Time proved the truth of Richard
Manchester's words. Seth Loyd let no
opportunity of annoying his neighbor
go unimproved. Several times hot
words passed between the two men.
John and Patty met at church and
in various social ways. There was
little chance for conversation, and
John determined to see the girl alone
and come to a definite understanding
with her. Fortune soon favored him.
One sunny afternoon he was drilling
wheat. As he turned his team he
caught a glimpse of a trim little figure
in dark blue strolling leisurely along
the road only a few rods from him.
John tied his horse to a convenient
tree, hurried across the field, leaped
over the fence, and stood leaning
against the trunk of a beech when
Patty approached.
She started, but the look o" joy in
her eyes did not escape John's notice.
"Come, Patty, and sit down here,"
he said, imperatively. "I must talk
to you, and there's no telling when I
can see you again."
Patty obeyed unquestioningly, and
he took his place at her side. The
sunlight peered down at them through
the screen of silver-green leaves, bring
ing out glints of brightness in Patty's
hair, and in the goldenrod in her lap,
and .a squirrel paused to eye them cur
iously; but they heeded none of these.
There, once more, the story of love
was told, the story each retelling of
which is the crown of some life.
"Yes. I love you, John," Patty said,
her cheeks aglow. "but papa will never,
never consent, and I dare not oppose
him."
They talked for a long time. John
wished to go straight to Seth Loyd and
tell him of the engagement, but Patty
would not consent.
"We must wait," she said. "Any
more trouble would break mamma's
heart. I don't know how it will come
out. but. John. I will always be true
to you."
With this John was obliged to be
content. Patty bade him a tearful
farewell and went on her way. He
sighed as he went hack across the
field. Surely it was hard that two
young lives should be overshadowed
by-yes, by a barberry hedge. John
smiled and threw back his shoulders
proudly. H~e would wait patiently
for a time, but in the end Patty should
be his wife.
The autumn wore away, and still the
trouble about the hedge increased.
Mr. Loyd was plan-ling to set another
barberry hedge betsveen his farm and
mancnester-s. When Richard Man
chester learned this he consulted a
lawyer, and the trouble was farther
from a peaceful settlement than ever.
On a frosty morning late in Novem
ber Mr. Loyd started for the corn
field, which lay at the extreme back
part of his large farm. He was not
feeling well, so he hitched a horse to
his cart and drove back along the lane
until he reached the field where the
huskers were busy. Hitching the
horse to the fence, he went forward to
inspect the work.
W'hen Seth Loyd drove back along
the lane he was in a bad humor. There
was no use in closing his eyes to the
fact-his farm was not doing as wvell
as when he was able to personally give
it his attention.
"Everything is going to ruin," he
muttered, shivering as the r'aw wind
smote his face. "If I jest had a son:
Not but Patty's a girl any man might
be proud of. but a boy would look after
things for me. There, I believe the
top's blowed plumb off of that stack of
clover-seed. I told Collins it wasn't
right, but you never see a hired man
you can tell anything these days."
Hie drove his horse through the open
gate and aeross the field in the direc
tion 0of the stalck. The young horse
threw up her head impatiently at be
ing turned aside from her way to the
barn.
This field was the one separated from
the Manchester farm b~y the disputed
hedge. Seth Loyd glanced com
placently at the neatly trimmed shrubs.
"Looks pr'etty well in spite of Dick
Manchester's grumbling. I'll show
him-hey, there. To'psy: Whoa!
Whoa, I say:"
A flock of his own :urkeys had taken
refuge under tihe harierry hedge. The
patriarch of the Ilock. a huge bronze
gobbler, adlvanced inl front of the horse,
his wings s pred' and his shrill voice
raised.
Topsy shie:1. The angry voice of her
master and the jerk of the lines added
to her excitement. A moment later
she was running wildly across the field,
with Seth Loyd vainly pulling at the
reins and shouting for help.
The old man was sorely frightened.
Directly at the foot of the hill which
Topsy was descending at breakneck
speed was a narrow gully in which
stones and refuse had been thrown.
There the cart would be overturned.
rtaoin dath an-aited him unoiess the
sne was stopped. A mnn leaped
over the hedge. strong hands caught
Topsy's bits, and John Manchester's
voice bade Mr. Loyd dismount.
He did so, catching his foot and fall
ing headlong. By the time he had re
gained his feet the men who had been
working in the field with John had
reached the spot. One of these held
the horse by the head, the rest were
gathered about a figure which lay
prone upon the ground.
"Eh, what's the matter?" Mr. Loyd
asked, making his way forward.
"That brute of a horse has about
killed John." one of the men said.
"His arm is broken, besides that hurt
on his head, and I don't know what
else."
John Manchester opened his eyes,s
and supported by one of his compan
ions, struggled to a sitting posture.
Although suffering severe pain, he
smiled faintly when he met the gaze
of Seth Loyd.
"Hope you'll excuse my trespassing,"
he said, in a hoarse voice. "I really
forgot under the excitement of the
moment that you had forbidden my
coming on your premises."
The words died away on his lips, and
he sank back, pale and speechless. Seth
Loyd's wrinkled face worked piteously
as he turned to the group of men.
"He hain't'dead, is he? 'Cause if he
is, 'twas me and the barberry hedge
that killed him."
It was late the next morning when
John Manchester woke from a troubled
sleep. The doctor had pronounced his
injuries serious, but not dangerous.
Some one was sitting close by his bed,
and he slowly turned his aching head
t'o see who it was.
"How are you feeling, dear?" and
Patty bent over the pillow.
"You here, Patty! Oh, my darling,
what does it mean?"
"Hush, you are not to talk. Papa sent
me here to help take care of you. It's
all right, John. He, he said," and the
blushing face dropped low, "that you
must get well enough for a wedding
on Christmas. That isn't all. See,
John," and she darted to the window
and raised the shade.
The barberry hedge was in plain
sight. John saw the teams and hired
men of Mr. Loyd hard at work pulling
up the shrubs by the roots.
"Papa said to tell you and your fath
er that the barberry hedge and the
trouble it made were things of the
past," Patty said, slipping her soft
hand into that of her lover.
Japanese Imitation.
The Japanese are almost universally
condemned by writers for the imita
tion practiced by them of late years
of western literature, art, science and
invention. And yet this imitation
seems natural and right. Imagine, if
possible, the nation of Japan leaping
across the civilization of hundreds of
years in half a century. Think of her
emerging from the darkness of the
middle ages and standing suddenly
forth in the light of the nineteenth
century. Would it not have been
worse than madness for her to have
said, "This new civilization is better
than ours, yet we will not imitate it.
We will retain our originality, and per-'
haps in ages to come we shall reach
the enlightened state now enjoyed: by
the rest of the world."~
But fortunately the Japanese did 'not
say this, but gave themselves up to the
acquisition of the wonderful stores of
knowledge opened to them.
DISE ASE IN COSTLY STONES.
Opals, Tnrquoises and Pearls Are Suscepti
ble to a Sort of Consumption.
"When I bought this stone a, fns
months ago," said a young woman,
drawing from her tapering finger a
large opal ring and handing it to a
fashionable jeweller, "it was remarka
bly brilliant and translucent and glit
tered with a dozen beautiful lights,
but now Its fires are gone and It is
nearly opaque."
The jeweller scrutinized the stone
through a powerful glass. He found it
lifeless, cloudy and void of refulgence.
"The stone is sick," he replied.
"Sick!" repeated the young woman,
dismayed and astonished.
"Yes, madame," continued the jew
eller. "Your opal is afflicted by a dIs
ease common to its kind, as well as to
various precious stones. Unfortunate
ly no one understands the nature of
the disease, so your stone is Incurable.
It will never regain its Iridescence.
"Opals, turquoises and pearls are ex
tremely susceptible to a sort of mineral
consumption, which impairs their vital
ity and value," explained the jeweller,
as the young woman sadly departed.
"The development of this disease is in
dependent of extcrnal influe:nces or
neglect. The germs of destruction are
born within the stones. Topazes, gar
nets and amethysts are frequent suf
ferers from the attacks of the myste
rious sickness, and even the magnifi
cent pigeon blood ruby, the fiery sap
phire and the costly emerald are occa
sional victims. T'he diamond is the
only known immune.
"It is easy to detect sickness In
stones. In some the lustre 'begins to
wane slowly, and imperfect scintilla
tion Is noted. In others there is a
distinct alteration in color, many
stones becoming dark and hazy, a few
gaining in transparency, yet plainly
revealing loss of sparkle and those
prismatc qualities which add so much
to the value of many gems.
"We do not know positively that this
disease is contagious. Nevertheless
it is a substantiated fact that apparent
ly healthy stones placed in constant
juxtaposition to diseased gems often
'fall sick' without any explainable
cause unless it is that of contagion."
One way to Get a Wife.
The editor of' the Cynthiana (Ky.)
Democrat has adopted a novel means
to procure a wife. Hec advertises thus:
The Democrat offers a special premium
of $50 for the handsomest and most
charming old maid between the ages
o thirty and forty-five years, who ap
pears at the street fair. The winner
is to become the bride of the editor and
promptly return the $50. The entries
are to assemble at the Star grocery on
Friday morning at 11 o'clock, where
they will be entertained by Messrs.
Bush, Walker, Blair and Monson until
the editor arrives to make his selection.
No biting and scratching allowed.
A Fit Subject.
The artist stopped suddenly in his
walk and st'idied with interest the ab
ject, misshapen creature who was beg
ging for alms at a street corner. The
poor man's legs were bent outward at
right angles at the knees, he had a
great hump in his back, one arm was
only 'half the length of the other, his
lower jaw projected nearly an inch be
?nd the upper, his hair was fiery red,
and his eyes were at cross purposes.
"My friend," said the artist, with a
glow of enthusiasm in his pale face,
"here Is a sovereign. Come with me to
ny studio; I want a model for an art

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