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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c.
Vol. XX. NEWBERRY, S. C., THURSDAY, AUGUST 14,1884. No. 33.
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A T the request of Many Voters
date for the Senate.
1T he many friends of the lION. Joim
IC. WiLsoN commend him as a can
didate for the Senate from Newberr:
County. Subject to the action of th+
Primary election.*
For the House of Representatives
t the solicitation of many farmers
A and other friends, COL. JACoI
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didate for the House of Representa
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Is a candidate for nomination for
House of Representatives
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subje.-t to the Primary Election.
T HE HON. W. D. HARDY is an
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date for re-election to the legislature.
His manly, straightforward conduct,
coupled with his ability and expe
rienee, commend h..n to the favora
ble consideration of the people of hi;
R. EDITOR : We would respect
i1 fully nominate MR. GEORGE S.
MOWER. for the Legislature. Conser
vative, practical and well equipped it
all that makes the man, hei. s eminent.
ly fitted for the position of Legislator.
C ArT. 0. L. SCHUMPERT is hereby
announced as a candidate for the
legislature. He was a gallant soldici
and has always been zealous in the
catise of the State. He has ability and
qualifications such as would enable
him to assume and maintain a high
position in the councils of the State,
and fully protect at all times the rights
of his native County. DEMOCRATS.
T he friends and admirers of DR. J.
Wm. FOLK will be pleased to learn
that he has consented to be put in
n'mination for the legislature. A
young nman of energy, integrity and
perseverance, he would make a good
representative of the people.
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NICHOLS present him as a candi
late for the House of Representatives,
smbjeet to the primary election. He
is a suitable ima to represent New
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E nominated for the office of Clerk
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the people in future as in the past, wi
take this liberty of proposing his name
trusting- that he will accept if choser
in the Primary Election.
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subject to the primary election.
I hle name of A. H. WHEELER is pre
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election as a suitable person for Coun
ty Treasurer.
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to the primary election.
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~ There sate a crow on a lofty tree,
Watching the world go by;
le saw a throng that swept along
- With laughter loud and high.
"In and out through the motley rout,'
Pale ghosts stole on unseen,
There hearts were longing for one
sweet word
Of the love that once had been,
But never a lip there spoke their names
Never a tear was shed;
The crow looked down from his lofty
" 'Tis the way of the world,"he said.
A singer stood in the market-place,
Singing a tender lay,
But no one heeded his sorrowful face,
No one had time to stay.
He turned away; he sang no more;
How could he sing in vain?
And then the world came to his door
Bidding him sing again.
But he reeked not whether they came
or went
He in his garret lay dead;
The crow looked down from his lofty
"'Tis the way of the world," he said.
There sate a Queen by a cottage bed,
Spoke to the widow there;
fAd she not know the saic hard
The peasant hadto bear?
And she kissed that humble pleasant
And then she bent her knee:
"God of the widow, help her now,
As thou hast helped me."
"Now God be thanked," said the old,
old crow,
As lie spend from his lofty bough;
"The times are ill, but, there's much
good still
In the way of the world, I trow,"
Colonel Augustus Chopleigh, late
of Her Majesty's Indian Army,
lived in stately retirement upon his
sung little estate . in one of the
pleasantest of the home counties.
From an outsider's point of view,
the Colonel seemed to possess
most things which are generally
considered to constitute mundane
happiness. Yet with all this, the
Colonel had two eternally grinning
skeletons in his cupboard.
The first was the possession of a
ne'er-do-weel son, and the second
was the non-possession of a wife.
Augustus Chopleigh, junior, al
though a ne'er do weel in the eyes
of a parent, was, after all, but an
ordinary, "every-day young man."
Hle betted a little, it is true; he be
longed to a club where play was
sometimes high of an evening;
he could drink his claret like a man,
he was a connoisseur in cigars; he
possessed two or three long tailors'
bills; and he was given to staying
in town sometime for a week at a
time. Still, after all, what could be
expected of a high-spirited young
fellow who had received a first rate
education, and was therefore unfit
ted for any serious walk in life;
who was good-looking, who dressed
well, who found life at stately Dum
Dum Hall a little monotonous at
times, and who had a handsome
annual allowance ?
But iiir the eyes of the Colonel all
these little peculiarities were hein
ous crimes, and the poor old gen
tleman, as he pondered in the soli
tude of what he called his "study,"
saw very clearly that unless the
young man was settled in life with
a well bred, welt-connected girl, he
-would infallibly follow, at headlong
pace, that broad road which leads
to destruction.
Often alone at Dum Dum Hall,
deprived of the society of his son,
and not caring very specially for
that society when offered, it was
hardly to be wondered at that the
Colonel yearned for a suitable
partner in his exile.
The memory of the departed
Mrs. Chopleigh could hardly be
said to be yet green, for she had
succumbed to an aggravated attack
of jungle fever some twenty years
before, when Augustus, junior, was
but a stripling in plaid dresses and
,bare legs. It might be said that the
remedy was easy. Why didn't the
,Colonel take unto himself a second
Mrs. Chopleigh ? There were
plenty of eligible spinsters who
f would have jumped at an offer from
- such a fresh faced, active, wealthy
gentlemen, who was but little be
~yond the Lime of life. There was,
. however, an almost invincible ob
t stacle. Unlike most military men
Colonel (.hopleigh was painfully
.shy ; perhaps remembrances of the
departed Mrs. Chopleigh, who wai
known as the Dum Dum Tartar
had driven out the youthful assur
ance which had won her; at an3
rate, the flutter of a petticoat awak
, ened feelings within the gallani
* Colonel's breast whiCh were not ti
be gtl.re fra g koaea bt flli
mutinous Sepoys; or by the stiffest
bullfinch in the country. He had
loved at a distant a score of times,
but had never placed himself with
in speaking reach of the various
objects to his affection.
Suddenly matters took a different
A yuung lady of strikingly pre
possessing appearance-Millicent
Vanjohn, only daughter of the Rev.
Aloysius Vanjohn, the only vicar
-had been espied by the Colonel
proceeding up the lane which ran
parrallel with his grounds, as he
.paced along his favorite shrubbery
"I am fifty-five, he said to him.
self, "I am-well, I am well looking,
my waistcoat is of decent girth; I
have a good complexion; and a man
is only as old* as he feels. Why
shouldn't I? I may be called an
old fool. Well, there are plenty
of older fools in the world. I-yes
I will !"
Miss Vanjohn was walking at the
identical hour the next day after
that, and so on for more than a
week, and each day the same little
dumb comedy was played-sheeps
eyes on the part of the Colonel,
blushings and lookings-down on
the part of Miss Millicent Vanjohn.
Did Miss Vanjohn walk up that
lane so regularly with a fixed pur
pose? Of course she did.
Punctually at four o'clock every
afternoon, Mr. Augustus Chopleigh,
Jr., met her at the top of it. It was
rather an odd thing to do-the
laughter of a well-known parson
meeting sub rosa the son of an
equally well-known colonel. The
following conversation explains it:
"Oh, Gus! I begin to feel bo
awfully guilty, meeting you like
this! Why cai't we love each
other openly? There's nothing to
be ashamed of in it."
"For more than one reason, my
darling. I've a bad reputation down
here; all fellows have in country
places who go up to town, belong
to a club, drive down to Ascot, and
so on. If the old man were to know
that I was spooning you, he'd rush
off to your fat'ier and warn him.
If your father were to know, he'd
rush off to mine and tell him that I
wasn't a fit aspirant for the hand of
his daughter."
"But is your father such a terrible
old gentleman, then? What is he
he like? I've never seen him.'
"No, I don't suppose you have.
He fights shy of anything with a
petticoat on it like the plague. I've
known him cut a good run short be
cause there were ladies alone with
him in the same field, and he was
afraid that in case of accident he'd
have to assi: t them. He's a tall
old fellow, wit c a fresh complexion
and a gray in ustache, and always
wears shephc rd's plaid trousers,
summer and winter. Why, what's
the matter?''
"0 dear ! 0 dear ! Gus, don't
go on, please don't, or I shall die
of laughing !"'
"Why, what is i re to laugh at in
it, Millie ! By Jo' if you saw him
in a temper you w aldn't laugh !"
"Why, my dear t Gus !-he's
he's in love with m !
"The old boy-nay father-in love
with you? Nonscnse, my dear
nonsense, I say. Why, he's more
afraid of a girl than of an earth
quake, or a boa-constrictor, or any
thing. What on earth makes you
think he's in lave with you?''
"Why, Gus, every day when]I
come along hc re he's walking in the
garden. I've always taken him for
the steward, or some one, and he
makes such eyes at me. Oh, you'd
laugh if you could see him. I try
not to, but I know I blush and
look awfully silly.'
"By Jove, Miillie, it's no laugh
ing matter-that it isn't. A man's
father his rival in love 1"
That evening Mr. Gus appeared
at home at an unusually carly
"Well !" was the greeting of his
parent. "You're not here so pre
cious early, with that goody-goody
face, for nothing, I' m sure, you
young 'scamp ! When you turn
up punctually to dinner, I know
you want something out of me. But,
mind, not another halfpenny do you
get. 1've already advanced your
quarter's allowance, and if you've
been squandering it on actresses
and race-meetings, and unlimited
1, and dinners at the Bristol, I
don't help you. And not only that,
sir, but I'm going to put a stop to
it. Once for all-and Augustus
Chopleigh's a man of his word-I
don't care if Stulty, or Golding, or
Moses, or any of them come down
and dun you at this very door, not
a rupce do you get out of me."
"What a deuce of a hurry you're
in, father!'' said the young man.
"I don't want any money."~
"Well, what the dickens is it
then?" said the old gentleman, see
ing that his son looked confused.
"Wh y- well, I'm in love that's
all," replied Gus; -'and I'm going
to be married to the best girl in
England-a perfect lady, well bred.
well connected, and
The effect of this speech upon
the old colonel was electrical. He
umped up from his end of the ta
ba.at atnnantPaekanho WAs
toward his son and shook his hant
heartily; his face beaming witi
pleasure as he exclaimed : "You'r
sure of what you say? It isn't Fi
fine of the Jolity, hey? A lady, wel
bred, well connected -"
"I've been a bit of a scamp, per
haps, father," said the young man
"but I've never gone in for low form
so when 'I tell you she's all that
could be wished. you must believe
"Of course I will; of course I do!'
roared the colonel. Who is she!'
"Well, I don't want to give you
her name just now, for many rea
sons, but you may take my word
for it that she's nobody to be ashan
ed of," said Gus.
"All right; all right; I won't ask
any more questions. So long as
you are going to steady down with
a good. ladylike wife, I don't care,
said his father. By gad, Gus, I
thought you were going to be a mill
stone round my neck for the remain
der of my life. And now, my boy,
you've astonished me, I'm going to
astonish you. What do you think
is about the most unlikely thing I
should do?"
"Give up hunting?"replied Gus,
"or sell your orchids? or put up for
the county? or-"
"No, no; nothing of that kind,'
said the Colonel, chuckling. "I'm
-I'm going to be married, too."
The son affected the greatest as
tonishment. The Colonel contin
"But look here, my boy, it won't
interfere with your prospects, and
and--when I say I'm going to be
married, I mean that I have my
eye on some one, and I rather think
ahem ! that that some one has a
reciprocal eye on me. I'm not
such an old bird, eh?"
"Not a bit of it," replied Gus;
"and may I ask who the fortunate
object of your attentions is?"
"Well," answered the Colonel,
laughing, "I've a good mind not
to tell you, you dog, as you keep
me in the dark about your inamo
rata. But I will. Do you know
Miss Vanjohn?"
"Tall girl, brown hair, brown
eyes?" asked Gus, innocently.
"Yes. yes-that's the one ! She's
going to be Mrs. Chopleigh the
second," said the Colonel, rubbing
his hands 'gleefully. ?-I think-then
that if I can screw up my pluck, I
shall speak to her to-morrow."
That evening the Reverend
Aloysius Vanjohn received an un
expected visitor in the shape of
Mr. Augustus Chopleigh. Urged
by the desperate aspect of matters,
the young man had resolved to face
the terrible parson, as he believed
him to be, and to lay the whole
state of affairs before him. To his
glad surprise, the reverend gentle
man, who was really a good fellow.
and thought very well of Gus, laugh
ed heartily at the notion of the
Colonel's suit, and promised Gus,
that Millicent should marry him
when and where he pleased.
"I say, Gus," roared the Colonel,
as they were leaving the smoking.
room for bed; "promise me you'll
bring Mrs. Chopleigh here directly
after you're married."
A few days after, Millicent Van
john was quietly and unostentatious
ly made Mrs. Augniatus Chopleigh
in London. Faithful to his word
the young man wrote informing his
father of his marriaga, and telling
him that he should run down on
the following day to introduce his
bride to her new father.
The Colonel was at dinner--that
is to say, he was playing at dinner,
for what with his own consuming
passion and the eager expectaticn
with which he awaited the arrival
of his son and his daughterinlawY,
he sent away almost untasted every
dish that was set before him.
The door-bell rang. The Colonel
jumped up to answer it himselt, but
checked the movement.
"No, no," he said; "I'll have it a
surprise to the last."*
Gus entered.
"Here I am, father !" he said.
"Yes, yes; but where's--?"
said the Colonel impatiently.
Gus went out, and reappeared
with Millicent.
The Colonel staggered at first,
and something like a frown gathered
on his brow. But he recovered
himself, and with a smile that illu
minated his face, said addressing
"I am indeed delighted to wel
come you to my house as a-daugh
ter." Then turning to his son, he
added, "Gus, my boy, you've had
an uncommonly narrow escape !'
Plant sunflowers everywhere,
where you can find a place, about
the barn or fowl house. It is well
known that this plant is especially
valuable for its health giving qual
ties. All that is needed is to press
the seed under the soil, and the
plants will care for themselves. Or
the margin of the sink drain, nea:
the out-house or pig-sty, or in the
unused runs of the poultry yard
these plants will be filling the place
of the health committee, and thi
fall crop of seed will make a valna
ble change of diet for the fowlh
dnring the winte and spring.
How shall I pass the Sabbath ]
said to myself last Sundiay. If ]
go to bear the music at Central
Park, they will say I am a heather
and if I go to Coney Island they
may think I am a publican. I will
bie me to Greenwood, and there
commune with the spirits of the
departed. Here repose hundreds
of thousands of those who were
once the moving spirits of the two
great cities near it. As you enter
the stately gate-before you is the
tribute which the trustees of
Greenwood have raised to the mem
ory of the late treasurer of the
corporation, and who may be said
to have guided its destiny for over
forty years Much of the beauty
and order that glorifies this City
of the Dead is due to him, who
now reposes peacefully in its bosom
A few yards to the left is a rich
cross which the Society for the
Prevention of Cruelty to Animals
have raised to the memory of
Louis Bonnard. Louis Bonnard
was a Frenchman, who came to
New York many years ago. and on
gaged in the manufacture of scien
tific instruments; he lived in two
wretched rooms in the most disre
putable part of the city; he denied
himself the commonest necessaries
of life; and was found dead in his
wretched apartments. To the
great astonishment, of a few who
knew him-a will was discovered
leaving $200,000 to the Society for
the Prevention of Cruelty to ani
mals; and the secret of the bequest
was supposed to lie in the fact that
Louis Bonnard believed in me
tempsechosis, and thought that
when his spirit left his body, it
might be transferred to a horse or
a dog, and he did not want it to be
abused. At all events the breath
was scarcely ont of his body when
an army of relations, who never
knew or cared for him in his life,
appeared to contest the will-they
fought Henry Bergh in all the
courts-and the ease was finally
decided in favor of the Society.
Thousands pass the Frenchmans'
grave without stopping to take a
second look, but if the dumb brutes
of the land could sing or speak not
one in this vast assemblage of ghosts
would h.ve a grander pean or a
louder praise-than Louis Bon
Facing his tomb on the Hillside
to the East is a beautiful little Gre
cian Temple, beneath which lies
all that was mortal of John Ander
son, the inventor of Solace Tobacoo.
John Anderson may not have been
the greatest man whose remains re
pose in Greenwood, but in his day
and generation, he brought much
consolation and comfort to the
chewers of the cud. As great a
man as General Scott, sent all the
way from Mexico for a 10 pound
box of John Anderson's Solace ;
and an eminent Presbyterian divine
whose eloquence electrified New
York forty years ago, seldom went
into his pulpit of a Sunday without
a paper of Anderson's fine cut in
his pocket. John A-Aerson's shop
stood on Broadway at the corner
of the City Hospital grounds and
almost opposite to Pearl Street;
and it was at his store that the
young dudes of a couple of genera
tions ago, used to buy their cigars
of the pretty cigar girl, who was
murdered at the Elysian Fields.
The girl was the great attraction
of John Anderson's store, and he
never fully recovered the shock of
her loss. He retired from business
many years since, and dying left a
fortune estimated at two or three
millions of dollars. The Anti-To.
bacco League may have but little
reveree or respecd for this dead
benefactor of his race; but the sol
dier on the march, the hunter in~
the forest, the sailor called out of
his warm bunk of a stormy night
to clew up and, clew down, the
hod carrier staggering under his
tremendous load, and the ragged
homeless tramp without a roof to
cover him, will with kindness re
member John Anderson.
A few yards from John Anderson's
imposing mausoleum-a magnificent
granite shaft-perpetuates the fame
of Mrs. Oswald Ottendoffer, the
publisher of the greatest German
newspaper in the United States,
the Staats Zeitu. This great pa
per was started by Mr. Ule, whoc
died some years ago, leaving his
widow with a large family, and
the control of a great,city journal.
Mrs. Ule was equal to the task, she
not only qualified herself to perform~
and understand the minutest de
tail of her exacting business; but
she guided it on to a course of
prosperity, which it had never
known in her husband's life. But
even thc management of her great
business; nor the care of her fami
ly were enough to occupy her ca,
pacious heart and brain. The cry
of want and the demands of cbari
ty ever found a response in her
sympathetic soul; and no worth2
~or ever left her door unsatisfied.
Nw Yotk hae :nan. noble womiel
wtsb hav te n aifie
and glorified, by every good and
gracious deed, and yet among them
all it would be difficult to find a
match for his dead saint. lIer
loving benefactions were of them.
selves a colossal furtune; and dying
-she did not forget in her bounty
the humblest workmfri who was
associated with her in her life. She
lies beside her first husband, Mr.
Ule, who helped to found the great
fortune which she used so wisely
and so well; and as I passed their
graves which a wild briar now
unites. I reverently uncovered, re
membering the gracioas promise,
"Blessed are the merciful for they
shall receive mercy," and few on
this earth were more merciful and
charitable than she of whom I
In a little dale a hundred and
fifty yards to the south, Lola Mon
tez, the Countless of Landsfeldt,
quietly sleeps after a boisterous and
stormy life, She was an extraordi
nary woman. She spoke, with the
fluency of a native, every language
of Europe, and while there -was a
slight foreign accent in her Eng
lish, her French, German, Italian,
Spanish and Russian were so per
fect that natives of the different
countries iysisted that she was a
countrywomen. She was born in
Hindostan and spoke Hindostanee
as her native tongne. She saw
every phase of life from the slums
of Paris to the har dsomest women
in Europe, the favcred mistress of
a King, a woman who went decked
with jewels that would have paid a
Prince's ransom. She who spent
millions in her time died in this
city in the extremest poverty; and
charity, which weeps at the sins of
the Maadalene gave a few feet of
earth in Greenwood to Eliza Gilbert
Countess of Landsfeldt. But 1
feel that I must hurry away.
The city is greatly exercised, that
is to say the pious portion of it, at
the Sunda) Music in Central Park.
Petitions are being circulated in
all the churches against it. That
is to say that the million of people
in New York are to have no voice
as how they shall pass their Sab
bath, but they are to be controlled
by the three hundred thousand
nominal church members, the great
er part of whom are now enjoying
themselves in the mountains or by
the seaside. The absurdity of the de
mand is more apparent when you
reflect that there is not a church in
the city of any consequence, which
is now ministered to by its regular
pastor. The great majority of
these christain shepherds have gone
to Europe,-foreige air and foreign
travel being absolutely necessary
for them to recuperate from the
dreadful mental strain of getting
up one sermon a week, on a salary
of from $5,000 to $20,000 per an
num. Does it occur to these saints
that there are four hundred thous
and people in this city who daily
toil for ten hours; but to reach that
daily toil they have to riLe at five
in the morning, and some of them
walk miles to work, and miles
home again at night. During six
days they are penned up in close
factories where hundreds work in
a room, and where a breath of
pure air never comes. No won
der they seek the Park on Sunday
and listen to the sweet strains of
the music and breathe the fresh
air, and smell the grass and the
flowers and thank God for even
these blessings, brief though they
be. One half of our churches are
closed; pastors and people could
not endure the air of the city. Let
the poor people enjoy what God
and the corporation give them;green
fields, fresh air and music. It will do
them more good than all the ortho
dox sermons that were ever preach
ed and bring them "N?earer, my
God, to Thbee."
Tbe running down of old Mother
Mandelbaum, tbe notorious receiv
er of stolen goods, by Pinkerton's
detectives, has been one of the
marked events of the week. The
associate and protector of thieves
for a generation, she has accumulat.
ed over a million of dollars. The
police are said to have protected
her-.-at any rate, she has continued
for twenty years to slip through the
meshes of the law. Should Justice
fail this time it would be a public
I don't know that it has any re
ference to the election, but the
Brooklyn Common Council, this
week, advanced the salaries of the
city officials 20 to 25 per cent. Po
litical banners must be paid for,
and provision made for soap, and as
the day has long since gone by
when we may look for flights of
quails and showers of manna, we
have to take our chance, milking
the city cow.
The weather has been intolera
ble, Thursday being away up among
the nineties. To cap the clmax,
stocks took an upward turn, and
for a day or two the market was at
fever heat. The election, too, is
firing our blood and it must be
gratifying to tbe country to know
that both parties are going to be
successful, and consequently every
bodyv saiied.
Advertisements inserted at the rate of
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and 50 cents for each subsequent insertion.
Double column advertisements ten per cent,
on above.
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and charged acco;ding!y.
Special contracts made with large adver
Users, with liberal deatoson above rates
The following bit of witspon the
part of a North Carolina girl comes
to us from the Greenbrier White
Sulphur Springs, the fashionabie
Virginia summer resort and water
ing place:
Among the regular .habitues is
Colonel B-, a. wellpreserved,
handsome old beanof uncertain
age. His society record isbrilliant
and though he has raised many
hopes, yet season after season has
ended and the Colonel has yielded
his liberty to none. His special
strength is pride of family, boasting
as he dues, in season and out of
season, not only the bluest South
Carolina blood, but the most direct
Huguenot descent.
During the past summerthere ap
peared flitting about the broad piaz
za and through the long drawing.
room a bright dashing girl from the
"Land of the Sky." The Colonel,
as usual, began the scheme of mo
nopoly, and the ambitious young
belle seemed nothing loth to ac
cord to him the coveted position as
chief of staff. It began to be whis
pered about that,the colonel was
really in earnest for once in his
life. Those who knew him best
watched him closest, and were sure
he was on the eve of a victory. His
gait was more martial, his manner
more lofty than ever before, and the
poor ancestral Huguenots were
dragged to the front without mer
Unfortunately a bit of eaves
dropping in the dim star-lighted se
clusion of what the Colonel thought
to be a deserted corner of the piaz
za told the story of such woful dis
comfiture that he fled the place
within twenty-four hours afterward.
He had evidently 'proposed in his
most pompons and condescending
manner, and had beard with amaze
ment a quiet negative, from the
young lady's lips.
"But I think-I am sure," said
the Colonel, hardly able to control
his indignant pride, "you da not
understand, you do not appreciate,
Miss, the honor that has been con
ferred upon you, that you so lightly
decline. I am a Hugunt af
South Carolina !"'
"Ah, Colonel, it is you who for
get," said Miss --, with her most
roguish smile. "You do not ap
preciate the honor to which you as
pire. I am a Lightwood Knot of
North Carolina !"-Harper's Mazg
Herr Alfred Krupp, the proprie
tor of the great steel-works, at Ei
sen, Germany, where the guns
which bear his name are manufac
tured, employs 20,000 men, who
operate 1,541 furnaces, 439 steam.
boilers, 450 steam engines, and
1,622 machines for working iron.
Besides being the owner of the
works at Eisen, he is the owner of
547 mines in various parts of Ger
many. is entire possessions are
said to be worth $40,000,000. He
is described as a tall and rather
stern-looking man, with sloping
shoulders, a long neck, and fdll
white beard, hiding a sensitive
mouth, and a facc narrow at the
jaw and broadening above the thin,
well-shaped nose. His dark eye is
keen and penetrating, his forehEad
expansive. He is delicate, nervous
and intellectual, and looks like a
clergyman. His only son and heir,
Fritz Krupp, who will succeed to
his immense estate, is a young man
of fine education, who is already
acquainted with all the details of'
his father's business. He traveled
considerably in this country. He
Is an inventer of very, many val
uable contrivances used in the
works at Eisen. Herr Krupp's es
tablishment has turned out 20,000
The Chicago lInter-Ocean is re
sponsible for the following. "Char
lie Kugle, an ingenious fellow in
Barnesville, 0., has constructed a
sheet-iron hen that promises to lay
him a golden egg. It is fnished
up to life, full size, cackles, clucks,
and looks with one eye at a time so
naturally that it will deceive the
oldest hen-hawk in the county. It
is so aranged that wheni a hawk,
mink, or polecat pounces on to it
the back springs open and the
wings fly up and force the assailant
on to a ravenous buzz-saw that
makes 1,705 revolutions per min
ute. After moving half a minute
the .saw stops, the heni closes up,
folds its wings, and begins to cackle
as though it had just laid an egg.
One winding up will answer for
three massacres, provided the rather
delicate ;machinery does not get..
clogged up with too much.- blood,
bones and feathers. He set a fresh
ly-painted one out in the su to dry
last Wednesday which attracted the
attentiozi of a fine old cat belon '
to a doctor who had been po
a good deal of iun at the fool thi .~
The hen is theft, 64 the ,M

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