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WEDNESDAY. FEBRUARY 2. 1910.
toteres! at che PostoJnce et Sumier, S.
O.. m Second CIssh Matter
mi m . ' - 1
MT. J. H. Chandler left Thursda>
for New York to purchase the spring
and summer stock tor the D. J. Chan?
dler Clothing Co.
Dr. Walter Chsyne returned Frl
day morning from Baltimore.
Mrs. B. Frank Kelley. who has
beea visiting her parents, Mr. and
Mrs. A. C. Durant. of Sumter, has re?
turned home, accompanied by her
?tsler. Miss Marls Durant.?Bishop
Mtas Cliff ort Fslrcloth, of Dal tor,
Ala,. Is visiting Mrs. C. L. 8tubbs, 107
Messrs. R. W. McLendon and J. H.
fMngteterry. of Blshopvllle, were In
the city on business Saturday.
Dluet. Oov. T. O. Mcl/eod was in
the city Saturday for a few hours.
Mr. Ouy L. Foster, of Greenville.
In the city.
Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Merrlck. of
Chicago are visiting Mr. and Mrs. K.
Mr. Septimus A. Harvln. of Pri\
atsor. the oldest of ths sone of the
vensrabls snd highly esteemed Mr
Themas Harvln and a "worthy son
of a worthy sirs" was In the city Sat?
urday. For over ,two hundred
years without a break the eldest son
as? this branch of the Harvln family
have borne tho nams of Septimus.
Mr. Wallace Sandere a prominent
planter of Hagood. spent Saturday
pleasantly In Sumter.
? Mr. John W. Rldgell an Influen?
tial and progressive,planter of Clar
was In the city Friday.
Mr. C. R. Sprott, ths snergstlc
manager of ths Manning Cottonseed
Oil Company, was in Sumter Friday.
Dr. Charles Ryttenberg, ef New
York. Is In the city on a visit to his
IFather O Donnell. of Wilkenberg.
Pa., Is visiting his brother, Mr. Nelll
Jar. J. 8. DuPre. of Plsaah. spent
*C*4*y in town.
' M'.*h remise Murray, of CnbrmHii
spent Saturday and Sunday in tho
Mr. W. L maunders. oi ^t<< i
?flae in the ?,".ty Monday.
I Mr. M. DeVeaux Moore has retura
; eel to Samter after spending a d<>
Itghafal ereeg at Beaufort. He wee
appointed as a delegate from Caro?
lina Lodge, No. I. of which he Is a
Miss Annie Peyree Moore has re?
turned to Htsteburg, after spending a
few days with her father. Mr. M.
DeVaux Moore. No. 124 Broad St
Death at Hagood.
Hagood. January 10.?Mr. Garner
Sandere. ons of ths oldest citizens In
this part of the County died yester?
day afternoon after an Illness of three
weeks with pneumonia. He was born
and reared In this community and
spent all of his days here except the
lour years that he gave ss a devoted
follower of Lee and Jackson in the
drys that tried men's souls. When
unite a young men Mr. Sanders en?
listed In Oapt , Spanns' Company, ons
of the first to bs organised In Sumter
county snd participated In the hosti?
lities Incident to the fall of Fort Sum"
ter. Afterwards he Jon cd tht company
commanded by the late Captain P. P?
Oalllard, which formed a part of the
Seventh Bataillon in Hagood's
Brigade. He saw active service in the
Vlrgiwla campalgne and participated
In many of the numerous battles. His
old army comrades all ppeak of him
In the highest terms as a soldier and
say, "that he was one of the gameat
of ths game." He never surrendered
until Oeneral L4e laid down his sword
at Appomatox. After the war Mr.
Senders returned home and led the
life of a quiet, law ablndlng citizen.
About ten years ago he was ap?
pointed Post Master at Hagood and
hsld the position up to the time of
hie death. He was never married
but leaves five brothers and a host of
relatives. Mr. Sanders was one of the
oldest membere of Claremont Lodge
A. F. M. His remains will be laid to
rest at the High Hills Bsptlet Church
today where his family for genera?
tions past hsve been buried.
Scranton, Jan. 19.?L. E. Poston, a
son of R. T. Poston, and a well
kaown young planter and merchant
of Blossom. Florence County, was
stabbed In the neck last night while
attsndlng a public box party at the
Blossom School building by R. Lewis
Basen, death resulting in a few min?
FOR RKJVT OR SALE?My farm on
ths White's Mill road 4 1-2 mllee
from town. Oood dwelling. new
barn snd stables and tenant hou*e
on the place. Poesesslon given st
once. Nelll O Donnell. 1-17-tf.
MAJOR Bjjjjj jig DEAD.
TCK)K HIS OWN LIFE* IM FIT OF
A Terrible Tragedy That Shocked
Ami Grieved the Entire Commu?
nity?Found Dead in His Office at
6 O'clock Sunday Afternoon With
Pistol Wound In Head?No Ex?
planation Except Nervous Break?
down From Overwork and Worry.
A few minutes before six o'clock
Sunday afternoon MaJ. Marlon Moise
was found dead in his office in the
Lee & Moise office building on Main
street. He was seated on a settee,
with body relaxed and head resting
slightly to one side, as if overcome
by weariness, tv* had fallen asleep.
He had been overcome by the over?
whelming weariness of a lifetime ot
mental and physical labor that pro?
bably seemed to him in a At of de?
spondency too great to be borne and
he had fallen asleep.to wake no
more. In his right hand was grasp?
ed a revolver and In his temple was
the wound that had cut short his
useful life and brought him the re?
lief from the earthly cares that had
unsettled his mind and destroyed his
There Is no explanation for his
suicide other than despondency, fol?
lowing an attack of grippe and a
general break-down from long con?
tinued overwork. For several weeks
he had been despondent, and his con?
dition, so unusual, for a man of his
cheerful disposition, sanguine tem
parament and poise and strength of
character, gave his family no little
worry, but It seemed to be a mere
passing phase, Incident to his Illness
snd the recent worry he had had
over ths burning of his home and the
accidental shooting of his nephew,
Alva Solomons, by his youngest son
Harold, and they hoped from day to
day that he would quickly regain his
health and throw off the mental de
depresslon that made him so unlike
himself, and nothing was further
from their thoughts than that he
would take his own life. His suicide
was a most terrible shock, not only
to his family and associates, but to
the entire community, for of all men
he seemed most happily situated and
to have most to live for. He wag suc?
cessful in business and in this com?
munity no one was more highly es?
teemer1 nor more universally beloved.
His business was In perfect order anfl
he was not oppressed with ?MM
'cm?? * - r. ard there existed
In his case r.one of the conditions
'that are ordinarily given ns an ex?
planation of suicide. What impelled
htm to take his own life Is an inex?
plicable mystery and will forever re?
main without explanation.
MaJ. Moise was discovered by Mr.
Dosier Lee, who went to the offlco a
few minutes before 6 >'clock to write
a letter. When he entered the office
he detected the odor of gunpowder
and remarked to himself, "Smells
like some one has been shootlni; a
gun In here." He found all the
I Shades drawn and the room was In
semi-darkness. He raised the shide
of one window and when he tuned
to leave the office he saw Maj. Moise
sitting on the settee Just inside the
door. He did not recognize him at the
first glance, but when he lookd clos?
er he saw that he was dead and that
he held a pistol in his hand, and on
the floor at his feet was an old Ger?
inger. Mr. Lee went to the door to
summon help but no one was In sight
so he decided to go at once to nctlfy
his father, Mr. R. D. Lee. At the
corner of Main and Warren streets
he passed Mr. Davis D. Moise, MaJ.
Molse's oldest son, who was going
down town In his automobile. Not
thinking Mr. Moise was going to the
office he did not stop him and tell
him of his father's death. Mr. Davis
Moise went directly to the office and
finding his father dead, rushed to the
door and called for help and then
collapsed In the doorway from the
horror and shock of the terrible dis?
covery. Dr. Cheyne was called and
arrived within a few minutes. He
examined the body and stated that
death had been instantaneous and
that MaJ. Moise had been dead seme
time, although the body was still
It cannot be determined at what
hour the tragedy occurred, but It was
probably about 5:30 o'clock, MaJ*
Moise having gone to the office be?
tween 3:30 and 4 o'clock.
As soon as the news of MaJ.
Molse's death spread over the city a
largo crowd gathered and on all
sides were heard expressions of heart?
felt sorrow and the greatest surprise.
His death Is felt to be a loss to the
city, such as we have seldom been
called upon to sustain and everyone
feels it to be a personal bereave?
ment. MaJ. Moise Is survived by his
wife and five children: Davis D?
Moise, E. Warren Moise, Francis
Moise, Harold Moise and Mrs. Paul
DeLeon, his mother, Mrs. E. W.
Moise and four brothers and six sis?
Coroner Flowers empanneled a
Jury that night and after viewing the
body adjourned the Inquest until
Monday. At the inquest there were
only two witnesses, Mr. Dosier Lee
and Dr. Cheyne, who testified to the
facts substantially as stated above.
The verdict of the jury was as fol?
'That Maj. Marlon Moise came to
his death from a gunshot wound In?
dicted by his own hand."
The funeral was held at the
Synagogue at 4 o'clock Tuesday af?
ternoon, the funeral cortege leaving
the residence of Mrs. B. W. Moise at
Sketch of His Life.
The following account of Major
Molse's life is taken from "Men of
Mark in South Carolina:"
"Marion Moise, was born on Sulli?
van's island. Charleston County,
South Carolina, June 14, 1855. He is
the son of Edwin Warren Moise and
Esther Lyon, his wife. The father, a
prominent lawyer, held the position
of Adjutant and Inspector General of
South Carolina for the period 1876
1880. He is of Jewish descent. Abra?
ham Moise, a native of Alsace (one
of the old German provinces ceded to
France In 1648), emigrated to the
West Indies and married the dausrh
ter of a prominent Jewish family on
the island of Saint Eustatius. Upon
the memorable insurrection of the
slaves in 1781, he fled to Charleston,
S. C. His son, Abraham Moise. born
In 1799, married Caroline, grand?
daughter of Meyer Moses, and tlieoe
were the grandparents of the subject
of this sketch.
"Marlon Moise grew up a healthy
and active youth, with a special tasU
for hunting and fishing and but little
love for study or reading. His early
years were passed In the town of
Sumter, and the circumstances of his
father being pro*r?erous, the son had
no tasks or special duties assigned to
him as a boy, and he preferred to be
amused. His mother, however, was
an excellent wife and parent and exer?
cised a signal influence for good In his
intellectual and moral life. His spe?
cial lines of reading were the Bible
ani Shakespeare, and later, the legal
writers, Blackstone and Kent. His
preparatory studies were in the
schools of Sumter. He subsequently
attended the Virginia Military Insti?
tute at Lexington, Va., and finally
was a student for a few months in
1872 of South Carolina College. De?
ciding upon the profession of law, he
laid the foundation of his career as a
clerk In the law office of his father,
In Sumter, 8. C, and the sterling
character and well-earned success of
the parent were potent in stimulating
t,e son to exertion, not only toward
efficiency In his profession, but In
other line* of activity. Commencing
the practice of law, tie married No?
vember 7, 1877, Isabel DeLeon, whose
family name has been distinguished
In literature and the arts. They have
had seven children born to them, of
whom five are now living.
"Mr. Moise has filled usefully many
positions of trust and honor. He
served as State Senator of South Car?
olina from 1886 to 1890, and also as
Intendant of the Town of Sumter, for
two terms, without remuneration of
any kind. He has served as vice
president of the Bank of Sumter for
the past eighteen years, and was fur?
ther prominent in financial circles,
having been a director of the Sumter
Savings Bank, and in many other
business institutions. He also served
as a member of the board of school
trustees for the Sumter graded
schools for the past seventeen years.
He is a member of the Knights of
Pythias, of the Knights and Ladies'
of Honor, of the Masonic fraternity
and the Euphradian Society, and of a
number of other organizations. He
has been constantly identified with
the Democratic party, using his best
efforts for the interests and prosper?
ity of his State and country. He is a
zealous member of the Jewish Con?
gregation Sinai. His relaxation in
mature years continued from boy?
hood, in hunting and fishing.
"His precepts for success in life
for ambit'ous youth are to adhere to
the simple life of our ancestors; to
subdue all desire for indulgence be?
yond one'8 pecuniary resources, as
the trend Is toward habits of extrava?
gance; to act uprightly In every rela?
tion and responsibility of life without
ostentation or pretence; to be a true
man In all things and to concentrate
all one's energies unflagglngly upon
whatever work or duty Is undertaken,
but, lest one fall by the wayside,
some short periods of relaxation
should be taken as often as may seem
requisite to the maintenance of
health. 3e ever pure in thought,
sincere in utterance, and urbane in
manner to all, In whatever sphere, ex?
alted or humble.' "
Gin House Burned.
The gin house on the farm of Mr.
J. J. Brltton, Jr., five miles south of
this city was burned Friday night.
The loss in estimated at $1,500 to $2,
000, with no Insurance. The fire is
supposed to have originated from a
spark from a nearby house, as a high
wind was blowing that night.
Cannon says he will never volun?
tarily quit under fire. Why qualify
the statement that he will never vol?
untarily quit??Louisville Courier-1
SHOT BY A XK(JIK).
?:r. Geo, Booth Seriously Wounded
by u Drunk \'e<;ro.
Mr. George Booth was shot and
seriously wounded by a negro on his
lurm at Ulmers, Bornwell county.
Saturday afternoon. The negro who
WAS a hand on the place, was drunk
and creating a disturbance in the lot,
and Mr. Booth went to stop the
row. When he approached the ne?
gro he saw that he had a gun leveled
on him and was in the act of shoot?
ing. He seized the gun by the Dar?
rel and attempted to push it away,
but the negro pulled the trigger al?
most instantly and the load passed
through the fleshy part of the thigh
just above the knee, tearing out a
large piece of flesh. The wound is
a very painful one and quite seriou3,
but at last accounts Mr. Booth was
getting along as well as could b*
SMALLPOX EPIDEMIC THREAT?
The Situation at Bossard's Regarded
As Quite Serious Owing to Number
Who Have Been Expoesd to Infec?
In compliance with the request of
County .Supervisor Pitts, Health Offi?
cer Reardon went out to Bossards,
Sumte? county. Saturday aternoon to
Investigate the reported case of
smallpox at that place. He reports
that he found Mr. Madison Yates suf?
fering with one of the most typical
and virulent cases of confluent small?
pox he has seen in fifteen years. Mr.
Yates was suffering considerably and
his body is covered with hundreds of
large pustules. The pustules are in
the roof of his mouth, eyes, face,
soles of his feet, palms of his hand*,
and in fact all over the body. The
patient was very ill, but had not yet
finished "breaking out" as they say
during the pustular stage. Rigid in?
quiry as to where Mr. Yates contract?
ed the smallpox brought forth the
information that several cases of
smallpox are in the Mechanicsvllle
section near Bossards and that no
quarantine had been established and
the patients had gone around in the
country before they had completely
Unfortunately Mr. Yates, Just be?
fore he was sick enough to be con?
fined to his room, and before sending
for a physician went around the
country a good deal, and so did mem?
bers of his family. People went to
Mr. Yates house, also, before he
found out he had smallpox. Mr.
Reardon quarantined the Yates resi?
dence, placed a board of health yel?
low quarantine card on the house,
notifying every one to keep out un?
der penalty of the law, and signed
the card as acting county health offi?
It was impossible to say Just what
the results of Mr. Yates illness will
be as the case had not sufficiently de?
veloped to forecast results, but It Is a
very severe type of smallpox. Mrs.
Yates had never been vaccinated, but
the health officer vaccinated her. As
she has been exposed to the disease
for more than ten days he has little
hopes of preventing her contracting
smallpox, but hopes that the vacci?
nation will "take" and at least miti?
gate the disease.
Mr. Yates' brother, the only other
member of the family, was success?
fully vaccinated about seven years
ago. Therefore his chances of con?
tracting the disease, although con?
stantly exposed for ten days, are re?
mote, but he submitted to vaccina?
tion anyhow to be on the safe side
in case his old vaccination or immun?
ity has "run out."
There Is no disposition to frighten
the people, but the health officer says
that hundreds of people are coming
Into Sumter from the Infected section
every day. He does not know as yet
how many more cases of the disease,
If any more there be, In that section,
and he Is not authorized to remain
out there long enough from his city
duties to make a close investigation.
But he thinks that for at least ooe
week there should be a smallpox ex?
pert stationed In that community to
visit every house and hunt out any
cases there may be, vaccinate the
people generally, and quarantine and
Unless this is done he fears that
there Is going to be a serious out?
break and that Sumter and Bishop
vllle are In danger of having serious
outbreaks of the disease, as both
those places are being visited by hun?
dreds from Bossards and Mechanics?
vllle neighborhood. He desires to
Impress upon Sumter people the im?
portance of having themselves vacci?
The citizens of the rural districts,
B'shopvllle and Sumter can do more
than any one else to check the out?
break by hunting up the physicians
and the health officer and being vac?
cinated without further delay. Vac?
cination of everybody will kill out
smallpox quicker than anything else.
But even yet the drop In food
prices has not been marked by any
dull sickening thud.?Indianapolis
A Mystery That the Mind of Man
Is Unable to Penetrate.
THE CAVERN OF MORPHEUS.
It It Pitch Black as Far as Human
Understanding Goes, For We Know
No More About It Than We Do About
its Twin Mystery, Death.
When all Is written, how little we
know of sleep! It is a closing of the
eyes, a disappearance, a wondering re?
turn. In uneasy slumber, in dreamless
dead rest, in horrid nightmare or in
ecstasies of somnolent fancies the eyes
are blinded, the body is abandoned,
while the inuer essence is we know not
where. We have no other knowledge
of sleep than we have of death. In de?
lirium or coma or trance, no less than
In normal sleep and ir. dissolution, the
soul is goue. In these it returns, in
that it does not come again, or so we
Yet when I reflect on my death I for?
get that I have encountered it many
times already and fiad myself none
the worse. I forget that I sleep. The
fly has no shorter existence than
man's. We bustle about for a few
years wl~h ludicrous importance, as
bottleflles buzz at the window panes.
They, too, may Imagine themselves of
infinite moment in this universe we
share with them. But this is to take
no account of the prognostics of sleep.
There is something hidden, something
I secret, Borne unfathomed mystery
whose presence we feel, but cannot
verify; some permeatlve thought in?
sistently moviug in our hearts, some
I phosphorescence that glows we know
not whence through our shadowy at?
Neither sleep itself nor half its prom
I lses nor mysteries have been plumbed.
I It is the mother of superstitions and
I of miracles. In drealms we may search
I the surface powers of the freed soul.
I Visions in the night are not all hallu
I cinatlons; voices in the night are not
all mocking. There Ii a prophet dwells
I within the mind?not of the mind, but
I deeper throned In obscurity.
I The brain cannot know of this holy
I presence nor of its life in sleep. The
I brain is mortal and untrustworthy, a
I phonograph and a camera for audible
I and palpab'e existence. Strike it a
I blow In childhood so that it ceases Its
I labors and awake it by surgery after
I forty years and it will repeat the In
I fantile action or word it last recorded
I and will take up its task on the in
I stant, making no account of the lnter
I mediate years. They are nonexistent
I to it. Yet to that hidden memory those
I diseased years are not blank. It knows,
I it has recorded, though the brain has
I slept. And in hypnotic or psychic
I trance, when that wonderful ruler is
released from the prison of the body, it
I can speak through the atom blent ma?
chinery of the flesh and tell of things
man himself could not know because
of his paralyzed brain. This ruler Is
not asleep in sleep, nor lu delirium is
It delirious, and in death is It dead?
Through all the ages it has been our
sphinx, which we have Interrogated in i
vain. It joins not in our laughter nor
I our tears. We have fancied It with Im?
mobile, brooding features of utmost
knowledge and wisdom and sorrow. It
has asked us but one question, nor
from the day of Oedipus unto today
have we answered rightly, so that we
die of our ignorance. It is Osiris liv?
ing In us. It Is the unknown God to
whom we erect our altars, the fire in
the tabernacle, the presence behind the
veil. Not in normal wakefulness at
least will it answer our queries, but in
sleep sometimes it will speak. And it
may possibly be that at last, after all
these centuries, we are learning how
to question it and in hypnotic trance
and in the fearful law of suggestion
are discovering somewhat of Its mys?
tery and how to employ it for our
worldly good. Yet to Its essential se?
cret we are no closer than our fore- .
fathers were. , |
We may define dreams and night?
mare, coma and swoon and trance
with what terms we will, search their
physical reasons ard learn to guide
and guard, yet we know no more of
them than of electricity. We may be?
gin to suspect that telepathy and clair?
voyance and occult forces of the soul
are noc superstitious fancies, and we
may even empirically classify and
study and direct them. Yet the soul
itself is no nearer our inquisition.
Though we should know of Its real?
ity, though our finite minds should
fathom the Infinitude, of what benefit
would It be? Would it modify our be?
liefs or our hopes or our faiths? Would
it dictate one action to our passionate
lives? There would be no change In
human nature and no reforms of the
world. We are the children of our fa?
thers, and our children will tread the
prehistoric paths. Dreams are our life,
whether we wake or sleep. We drowse
through existence, awaking and dying
and being reborn daily, ever torpescent
and unamazed, and our thousand slum?
berous deaths we call restorative sleep
?sleep that restores our physical be?
ing, building up where we have torn
down, recreating what we destroy.
Black?pitch black, indeed?Is the
cavern of Morpheus. Faith peoples It
with varied legions and builds Its
chaos Into myriad forms. Nightly we
enter it and drain the Lethean air and
forget, and daily we return with re?
joicings, babbling of dreams that were
not dreamed, and finally we enter for
the last time and drain somewhat
more deeply the essence of ecstasy
and awake no more and no more re?
turn to the autumn dyed sktes of the
dawn. And yet wq shall dream.- At?
Generally the man or woman who
says "I don't care" is a liar.
Life of the Happy-go-lucky West
LAZY JOY FOR LITTLE WORK.
Six Months' Labor Enables Them to
Loll In Indolence For a Year snd a
Haif?Combing the Islands For Men
For the Sugar Plantations.
A happy-go-lucky, stand up and fall
down, genial, inconsequentliil spirit an?
imates the West Indian negroes in
their lnbors and In their begging.
From the sweating toilers on the dock
at Macoris loading sugar into the
steamers, with their warning cry,
?'Bee-low!" to the meu in the bold, to*
tbe grinning boys hauling their fishing
boats up on the beech at Dominica,
tbey lire from day to day eind take no
thought of the morrow. A West Indian
negro with $50 wll live for a year and
never do a stroke of work.
And why not? His living costs bim
only 9 cents a day. He has bis little
cabin for the occupancy. A mango
tree grows in his yard, f.nd he can
pick plantains by the road at will. If
he Is too lazy to bake 5 cents will buy
bread for th? family for the day. and
a few cents more will buy a dozen
small fish and one large ore A single
garment does for tbe wor .en. and $5
will clothe tbe man for a year, while
tbe pickaninnies run as God made
The West Indies are tbe paradise of
the happy loafer. Every ;rear tbe is?
lands are combed from end to end for
hands to work the great sugar planta?
tions In Santo Domingo, and al that
tbe negroes must often be practically
kidnaped to get tbem on tbe boats.
In November of each year the sugar
boats. little sloops and schooners that
spend tbe remainder of tbe year trad?
ing among tbe Islands get Into tbe
Santo Domingo negro trade. Their
captains and supercargoes wben tbey
have them, and the owners go up snd
down tbe islands telling tbe negroes
that on a certain day tbe veaeel will
tall for Santo Domingo tmd take nil,
who want to go to work on tbe sugar
Take the Utile island of St. Martin's
for Illustration. For a week the Island
Is combed, and on tbe appointed day a
dosen sloops and schooners are crowd?
ed Into Marlgot bay. The night before
the negroes hare begun to stream into
the little town that sleeps through the
year, waiting for this one day to bring
it to life. Boards are laid mcross boxes,
and rum and wbisky are set out to
arouse the negroes to tbe pitch thai
?will carry tbem out to the resseb
bound for the plantations.
All day tbe men stream Into tbe
town, traveling barefooted along tbe
sandy roads, swept In by the sailors,
singing tbelr song of riches to be bad
for tbe asking. Ahead of tbe men walk
their women, toting heavy boxes on
their beads, while tbe men are dressed
in tbeir best, with a cocky straw bat
perched on one ear. swinging a dandy,
cane and carrying tbelr shoes In their
bands. At tbe outskirts of tbe town
tbey put on tbeir shoes and swing
payly up to tbe open air bars on the
Tbe women lug the big boxes down
to tbe beach and wall at being left
alone until tbey. too, become filled
with tbe excitement of tbe scene and
urge their men folks on. Tbe men
bang back arid laugh aud drink and
deny tbat tbey are going.
'Ms you goln'. Big Tawm?"
"Naw, Ab aln* goin'. Ab jus' come
"Yas. yo' is goln*. Big Tawm. Git In
"Come on heah. boy. Ya. ba!*'
And all tbe time tbe rowboats, load?
ed to the gunwales, are plying back
and forth between tbe shore and the
sloops. By sundown tbe beach Is swept
clean and six litt.e sloops and a scboou
er make sail and drift out of tbe har?
bor on a dying breeze, loaded down
wltb a thousand black men and wo?
men, who will wake In the morning
with a raging thirst. Tben woe be to
tbe captain who has not filled bis wa?
ter casks, for there Is sure to be at
least one body to be given to tbe sharks
after tbe tight arouud tbe butts!
When tbe vessels drop anchor off
Macoris tbe plantation foremen come
off and look over tbe cargoes aod pay
tbe shipmasters $2.50 eacb for passage
money for tbe negroes. Tben tbe
blacks are herded ashore and are cred?
ited with 30 cents a day for a month
for working from sunrise to sunset in
tbe cane fields. By tbat time tbe $2.50
passage money is paid back. Tben
tbey receive tbelr 30 cents a day in
cash for tbe neit six months until
tbe cutting and grinding season is
over, wben tbe sloops show up again
and take tbem to tbeir homes for $2.50
eacb. paid in advance.
Tbe foremen collect from tbe planta?
tion owners 63 cents a day ea? h for
pay for tbe black bands, but with their
share of tbe money tbe negroes can
live for a year and a balf before tbey
have to think of doing another day's
work. And tbey do It Year after
year the trade Is plied, and tbe Islands
are combed for men for tbe planta?
tions, and year after year tbe negrroea
return home to eighteen months of larr
joy.?New York Tribune.
Teacher was telling her class U
stories In natural history, and sbe ask
ed If any one could tell ber wbst a
groundhog was. Up went a little band,
"Well. Carl, you may tell us wbst a
"Please, ma'am. It's sausage." Ev?
How harsh It sounds to hear
man criticise your pet hobby!