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The patting down of all the trusts, syn
dicates and monopolies by the creation
of one great trust which shall be called
the Nation may be a bold, but Is by no
mesas a new idea. Something like thirty
centuries ago, Lycurgus criginated the
scheme of a community in which indi
vidualism was to have no place, and per
sonal wealth was to be unknown. By the
help of a band of miserable slaves who
performed all the menial services, he
made a reality. But the experiment cer
tainJy did not produce such an amount
cf happiness that we should wish to see
it repeated.
People whote minds are kept on the
stretch by the effort to give to a dollar
the purchasing power of eleven dimes,
are apt to suppose that with ample in
comes there would be no hinderance to
happiness. These rarely decide what
sum they would ask for, or remember
that au increase of means always multi-
• plies wants. It is very far from being a
practical truth that people become more
happy as tuey become more rich. This
might be true did riches keep themselves.
Bui as it is, the cares that attend the
possession of wealth go far towards
bringing the r.ch end poor on an cquaii
ty so far as nappinees is cotc.rued.
An AJanta baakcr, who furbishes his
wile a ciriaiu amount of money each
week for household expenses, tried to
teach her some ideas of ouiiness and
bought her a set of books. •■Now,” s-.id
ho, “al ways see th. your books balance.”
T.ie boons tv.ro examined each week
and the lootings ..ere .'ouud to he always
balanced; but upon looting over some of
tut items tee hanker ci,covered tba; his
Witi had seen as cosh on hand and
c n't be accounted for” and "by cash
that was spent ai d can’t oe accounted
for ” Toe good lady now runs her house
like she withes and use3 a bacx leaf in
the batcher hook and counts on her
The Hdijiful and the Helped,
The disposition to render assistance to
those who need it, is one of the noblest
ol human chartcteristics. This, however,
does not always cause one to deserve the
description of being helpful. Not a few
persons who have warm sympathy and
an earnest desire to give aid to the dis
tressed. are wholly distilute of doing so.
They go abont toe matter in so left-
handed a wry that they frequ intiy excite
diepbaiure where they seek to confer
hem fils To be helpful and bo so rtcog-
nized, requires no small share of good
sense and aptness fur saying and doing
the right thing at the proper time and in
the proper way.
It is by no means always a certain fact
that those who help, do good. Persons
are eom .times injured by being helped.
Tne acceptance of assistance is very
like y to be damaging to one’s self reli
ance. When a man or woman becomes
the beneficiary even of proffered kind
ness, there is great danger of a loea of
■elf respect. Those who are benevolent
of heart should be very careful about
allowing their deBire to benefit others, to
carry them to this extreme. In render
ing assistance, they should studiously
avoid removing the necessity for self
exertion. They should seek to give prac
tlcal emphasis to the assertion that they
alone are deserving of help who will help
themselves.
But helping is always a blessed thing
to the helpful whether or not it be of ad
vantage to the one helped. No one
reaches out the hand with a generous
impulse without feeling within Us own
soul a fall recompense for the effort. It
Is no mere utterance of a sentimental
fancy that from labors of love arises the
slncerest happiness. Strong as is the
trend towards selfishness in ear human
nature, It leads to no real epjoyment.
What we do for others, brings aero
pleasure than what we do for ourselves.
Self-Made ■«,
Ws often hear if is term applied to cer
tain individuals with the purpose of dis
tinguishing them from those who have
enjoyed the advantages of schools of Ugh
grade. In a strict senes there Is really
no such a thing as a self made man;
for every one must have some appliances
by which to carry out his plan of devel
opment. But from another point of
view, every one who becomes a man in
anytUng approaching tne full sense of
that term, must be seir made. Education,
the bringing out, strengthening and in
creasing that which is within, most be
theontoome of personal exertion. Schools
famish the helps and something of Incen
tive; bat the real development must be
the reaUt of what persons do for them
selves. In this particular, no privilege is
acorded to rank. If a Prince wishes to
develop his intellectual powers, to so
train and sharpen his faculties that he
can employ them effectively, he most do
so himself. Whatever deference those
abont him might accord to his position,
they could not make him a thoroughly
eqnippsd man without his determination
to become so. Hard study is the price
that mast be paid for success in any vo
cation where intellect is the instrumen
tality employed. Just as bard work is
indlspensible where muscle is employed
The best seminary that can be found will
not greatly lessen the amount of person
al eff ort that is demanded. There is an
idea abroad rather the opposile of this.
It la generally supposed that the yonng
man who sets ont to educate himself, has
pecoliar difficulties to overcome, and this
is the reason why so few become students
who have been denied opportunities of
going to school. Could it be generally
appreciated that a man mast do the
work of learning, whether he has the ad
vantage of tutors or not, a larger num
ber would undertake the task of seif cal
ture. Many refuse to make any effort for
improvement and therefore fail of any
seir elevation, simply because not aware
of how much can be done in this dlrec
tlon. • •
A Fame to be Desired.
Some English critic declared that Her
Majesty’s words to Longfellow, * A',1 my
servants read your poems,” did not con
tain any very high praise: on the con
trary that they rather indicated that the
author of E rangeline did not write poetry
of the very nighest order. We may yield
that he did not, and yet he won a fame
of a most desirable kind. A wiiter should
crave the reputation ot being understood
and appreciated by the masses above
that of being held as an incompreheusl
bly learned. There must be something
wrong on the part of an author who
would prefer having written the Sartor
Resartus than the Pilgrim's Progress. The
former will probably be read by scholars
for some hundreds of years: the latter
will be enjoyed so long as Christianity
shall survive. It is a choice between
reaching the many and reaching the few.
He who succeeds in the former will se
cure the more endming fame, and in onr
estimation deserves to do so. It requires
ndeed a far larger measure of literary
skill. In the poetic art, he may be said
to have wholly missed his purpose who
fails to reach the popular heart. He who
does this carries every point; for if he be
understood and enjoyed by the simple he
will not be despised by the wise. We
claim for Longfellow, and those who,
like him, have written for the masses a
higher place in liteiature than for those
who have addressed themselves to a
smaller number. The Psalm of Life is
certainly less artistic than the Kime of
the Ancient Mariner. Bat the school boy
will have his ambition stirred by the
monition to “be np and doing” while he
vainly strives to see how he can be made
a wiser or better man by that ghastly
vision of the slaughtered bird, the rot-
ting sea and the phantom ship with her
phantom crew. It is in every aspect a
better fame to have written lines which
find lodgement in the minds of the hum
ble than to have composed only such as
the most cnltuied can comprehend.
Farmers’ Organizations.
The farmers have been taking an in
ventory of their strength, and measuring
it for the coming political campaign.
There is no doubt that the financial dis
tress which they have suffered in tin
past few years has driven them to this.
Neither is there any doubt that in the
legislation which will immediately fol
low in (he next two or three years the
farmers’ influence will bo powerful, in
some states supreme. The greatest value
ofkhe legislation iti which they will par
ticipate wi ll probably consist iu the po
litical education they themselves obtain
from it. This education is one of the
avowed objects of the Farmers' Alliance.
The various farmers’ organizations at
present include a membership altogether
of a little less than four millions, and
their numbers are rapidly increasing.
Many of them, however, admit both
sexes to membership and fiersons be
tween 1C and 21, so that the actual num
ber of voters may perhaps not be more
than two millions at this time. There
are seven leading societies which, for
political purposes, will act together a3
one.
The principal one of the seven is the
National Farmers’ Alliance and Indus
trial Union, headquarters at Washing
ton. It was formed last year at St.
Louis by a union of two other asso
ciations, and claims already a mem
bership of two millions. The Alli
ance admits as members all the rural
population, including such preachers,
doctors and school teachers as live and
labor in the country. Kindred to this
is the National Colored Farmers’ Alli
ance and Co-operative Union, number
ing a million throughout the south. It
is this colored association that is now
taking a hand in South Carolina poli
tics. The Colored alliance has its head
quarters at Houston, Tex.
Then comes the National Grange or
the Patrons of Husbandry, the ancient
and honorable grangers’ union, which is
still in existence and lively.
The National Farmers’ league is a
union which is outspokenly political in
its aims. Other organizations are The
Farmers’ Mutnal Benefit association,
headquarters Mt. Vernon, Ills.; Patrons
of Industry, centering at Port Hnron,
Mich., and the Northwestern alliance,
strong in the Northwestern states.
It is to be noted that the recent farm
ers’ movement sprang into activity, first
in the sonth and in Texas. All claim to
be thoroughly banded together, and de
clare they will subordinate all other pref
erences to the advancement of farmers’
Interests, pecuniary and otherwise. On
the whole this is a remarkable uprising.
1AH IS DISAPPOINTED. THE lOUMNEERS
The Bright Pictures We Evolve
In the Morning of Time
Fade Into Formless Shadows of
Gloom at Evening.
NE grows old so qnicUy.
Time is so merciless In his
flight. After thirty one
seems already old, yet
dreads the coming sea
sons with a premonition
that becomes more bitter
all the time. We remem
ber how slow the hours
crept when we were boys;
bow much we hoped for
when we should grow np
into men; bow bright we
built the walls we should
inhabit when the full
stature of maturity should be reached.
Have any of us ever seen those palaces
since? Have we filled the years with
work and onr haunts with beauty as we
meant to then? Have we seen the fnl
ailment of a tithe of dhat we pictured?
I remember one day as I lay in the shade
of the brown rail fence and watched
the summer plowing, how I wished for
man’s estate. How strong my father
was; how mnch he could do; how the
whole field, that looked so big to me,
rolled lazily over as he marched along;
and how the earth, the air, the sky, the
seasons, all did exactly as he wished,
How I longed to Btaud as he stood and
face creation with my arms mature!
I used to go to meeting in the little
school honse then, and one of the hymns
those honest, steady people sang was
this:
Days and years revolve but slowly:
Time is tedious to the young.
In the days of promised pleasure,
Oft we wish our youth were gone.
Soon it Hies, we kuow not whither:
Age comes on us unawares:
All our hopes and promised pleasure
Pass away with passing years.
And I lifted up my childish treble and
sang that song with them, never once
seeing its troth nor Its beauty. But it
fixed Itself upon my memory, somehow,
and lived there until indeed I saw that
all my hopes and promised pleasures had
passed away with passing years But
this calamity is not peculiar. “Years,
passing years, steal something every
day” from every one of ns; and as onr
hairs grow white in the frosts of time,
we ail fi id the minntes are shorter, and
the hoots are swifter, and the future is
narrower, and all the past more hope
lessly lost than ever before. Youth—in
the retrospect—was a fairy time for each
one, and we can sing with Barns:
Oh life, bow pi oil-ant in thy morning,
Young fancy s ray the hills adorning,
Cold pausing caution’s lessons scorning,
We iris!: away.
Like schoolboys at the expected warning,
To joy and play.
One of the sad first things we find is
that the pictures we once thought were
fairest have lost their charms, and the
mind is quite content with a level much
lower than that which we had hoisted
for onr treading when possibility was
fresh with the dew of hope. Achieve
ment is not the easy thing we once
thought it would be.
Y’ears steal
Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb;
and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the
brim.
Younger men outstrip ns in the race
we ought to win, and yet they waste in
mid riot the very powers that would be
each a boon if only we could compass
them. 1 Tne inaudible and noiseless foot
of time” gives them no warning, and
thus whirligig of time brings in the re
venges, and as we pai s from stirring ef
fort into the placid season of content we
see them looking at yonnger rivals as we
once looked at them. Evtn the cynicism
of Dryden is wasted, for it fails to console
the age who have proved its truth, and
it passes the understanding of the young,
whom otherwise it migit warn.
When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat.
Yet, fooled with hope, men favor the deceit;
Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay?
Tomorrows falser than the former day;
Lies worse; and while it sa.s “We shall be blest
With some new joys,” cuts olT what wespos-
Strange cozenage! none would live past years
again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remau.;
And from the dregs ol li'e think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.
“Dost thou love life? ’ asks Franklin.
“Then do not squander time, for that is
the stuff life is made of.”
“The web of life is of mingled yarn,
g >od and ill together, ’ hut wo come so
to sense only the ill and to lose ail sight
of the good that has been sent ns, that
when these melancholy days have come
and we find onr sun has passed his meri
dian onr pleasures are all in the past.
They have gone and we have not seen
them. Tuey have slipped by us and have
not blessed ns. We cannot look upon it
as did Gay, the poet, when he wrote:
It is too serious for that. It is “real”
and “earnest” and we sit in the length
ening shadows and rqonrn that ont of all
the richness of the years we have saved
so little. And no matter bow bravely we
greet each sunrise the following sunset
surprises us before our tasks are done,
and we lay down to rest with disappoint
ment pulling keenly at our heart strings.
It is only the com'ort of the egotist or
the pride of day* well spent that can In
spire such liues as these:
Life we’ve been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
’Tis bard to part when friends are dear;
Perhaps ’twill c st a sigh, a tear.
Then steal aw*y: give little warning.
Choose thine own time;
rjay not f lood night," but in some brighter
clime
Bid me “Good morning.”
Among the Poor Mountaineers
of North Carolina.
From the day3 when we stand with
Jean Ingelow’s maiden and hope for the
future in lines like th. si:
The birds cannot sing it,
But long years oh bring it—
Such as I wish it to he.
To those other years w>’en we fled, as
she found, that the sum of life is sorrotv,
our horizon narrows and hope grows less
lovely every day. There be milestones
that are gravestones; there be caskets of
the heart that are urns, inclosing dust
we have loved; there be rings an ribbons
aud locks of hair that mark the islands
we have parsed, and make each one a
sepulcher. Tnere be memories that need
no trivial earthly thing for anchor, no
word to keep them freshly burning iu
our hearts; aud all these emphasize loss
of all we hoped for when the heyday of
youth was upon us.
And can these dreams have all been
mockeries? is there no possibility that
visions which came when the son! was
clear may not be rea izsd in the ages yet
to be? We all dread the end. We shud
der at the thought of coming so soon up
to the gate which shall open and close
upon us—forever and forever. May we
not look beyond it iu the trust that all
we had wished for and longed for when
we built the castles of boyhood will be
completed in the beauty of a clime that
parses sense? And in those ages may
there not be given cs spac is to c. mplete
structure we tried to commence while
here? Let ns draw comfort and courage
from the thought that—
There is no death! What seemsso is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call death.
The Old Man.
of
An ex-United States poetoffice in
spector is now one of the most active
lottery agents at Washington. Natural
ly he would knew how to get lottery
tickets and advertisements through the
A Correction about the Battle
Wilson’s Creek-
Editor Sunny South: I notice in
yonr chronology for Angnst, that yon re
cord the battle of Wilson’s Creek near
Springfield, Missouri, Angnst 10th, 1861,
as a victory for the Federal forces. I do
not know from what source yon received
yonr information, but it la not correct.
The Confederate forces gained a com
plete victory there, killing General Lyon,
the Federal commander, In bis final
charge upon the Confederate lines and
routed the whole Federal army, thus
freeing for a time South west Missouri
Northern Arkansas from Federal role.
Onr forces were completely surre ended
by the Federate at the commencement,
but they charged all around the circle
and drove the Federate from every point
nntil they routed them.
*"** frfi.Pnoor.
Lonoke, Ark, Anf. 18, I860,
Dull, Stoical People and the Trials
of a Slaving Wife.
Clocdland, Mitchell Co., N. C., Aug. 13.
C\ HERE’S Patsy!
^ 1 Why, bow do yon do,
Patsy! How are yon
coming on?” said my
friend, who had been
here through previous
summers, to a tall, thin
mountaineer woman,
who looked to be abont
thirty.
“O, powerful fine,” re
plied Patsy; “I’m a
grandmother now!”
“Why, yon look very
young to~be a grand moths r,” said I.
“flow old are yon?”
“Wtll’m, I must be some’rs ’tween 30
an’ 40,” she answered. “I did know my
age just edzictly once, fer ’twuz writ
down in a book; bat the man’t owned th
book, he moved away, an’ done tnck my
age along ’th’im.”
One day a woman who is one of our
regular visitors, brought with her a girl
that had never before been here—or any
where else five miles from tbe cabin
In tfie almost inaccessible mountain
heights where she had been “born and
raised.” I admired her spirit. She was
surprised at nothing. She appeared ac
tualiy blase. Tbe children in the gay
dresses, the vaiions games going on, the
wonderful toys displayed, none of these
she suffered to betray ber into any ex
presslon of interest or admiration. Mt
friend showed h r the piano, played a
piece upon it, and in .
A Last Feverish Attempt
to drag a concession from her asked,
“Can yon play on the piano?”
The girl surveyed her questioner and
the instrument with a sort of contempt
uons indifference, and drawled:
“I dunno, I never tried!”
I said I liked her spirit; but when
she came ont with this speech in her in
imitable manner and drawl—when, sin
gle handed and alone, she so coolly down
ed the whole crowd of half teasing, im
pertinent people of the world aroun 4 her,
I was consumed with Secret envy. What
a spec flo for bashfulness, faint-hearted
ness, and the canker worm of self disgust
sacn a spirit would be. Aud I thought
if it might be put in a lug, as the other
familiar spirits of tbe mountains are, I
would maae haste to buy thereof and
drink.
Tne lives-of these mountaineer women
impress ms with the most profound and
hopeless pity. Tnelr lot is almost as sad
as that of the women of India. The men
are not a jovial lot; they don’t see much
pleasure, bat they are their own masters;
way hunt or loaf aronnd at the “settle-
mint,” or occasionally get roaring drank
and divert themselves with the carving
up of a few persons; but the women are
patient drudges, slaves, without recogni-
iton or hope of reward or happiness.
Tuey are born to “see trouble aud sor
rer,” as they themselves say.
Last Sunday, at a little log meetln’
house In a small settlement near here, 1
Heard the Native Preacher
exhort his flock to give, ont of their pov
erty and neediness, to the missionary
cause. I suppose tbe man don’t know
that right here the missionaries are need
ed. It was at this same little place that 1
found so many forsaken wives and for
lorn, outcast women whose husbands had
driven them ont aud “taken np with”
younger or better looking women.
Some one came into the house where I
was stopping, while at this place, and
said that the twins up at Siarcy Trout
man’s were very bad off, and that Jack-
son Moseley had just passed, going over
there to let them ‘drink water ont of his
shoe to care them,” this being an old su
perstition which flourishes vigorously in
these mountain districts. We were filled
with pity for the poor little twins, vie
tlms of ignorance and superstition, and
started out—the two yonng girls of the
family and myself—to find the Trout
mans and see if we could offer any help
or suggestions jui their behalf.
But the glrlsrcfrl- l Uelr bearings among
tbe various spars and gorges of the moun
tain.
When we came to what they thought
was the right place
A Soft, Tremulous Voice
called os to come In. We entered the
cleanest, whitest, peacefullest little
honse, which seemed to have been
scrubbed without and within. A middle-
aged woman who sat knitting looked np
aDd said:
“Howdy, Emmer: howdy, Kaitie.”
She was a strongly built woman, with
a very comely, resolute face, pretty
brown hair, waving down each side of
her wide forehead and hnmid brown
eyes.
“Why, Rachel, is this where you live?”
said the girls.
••Yes,” said the soft voice. “This is my
little place.” ■
“Don’t you get lonesome sometimes?”
inquired Kate.
• ■ Y„ s, 1 git lonesome, bat I can’t
be satisfied livin’ around in other peo
pie’s houses. I’ve kep’ house—in my
pappy’s an’ my own honse—now, fer
more’n 30 year an’ looks like I caiu’t rest
in other folks’ bouses.”
“Why, yes,” I hastened to say, “and it’s
such a nice little home, 1 don’t wonder.”
“Yvb,” she said, “hit’s mighty small
an’ pore, but hit’s a little home, an’ 1 ’low
if I slay right here au’ keep things again’
an’ tend the little craps, he’ll get tar’d
uv wanderin’ roan’ th’ kentry an’ kem
back some day’r ’nother.”
The humid brown eyes looked wistfully
from one to the other of ns. and as the
girls did not speak, and I knew nothing
really abont the trouble, I said as kindly
as I could, but vaguely, that I hoped so.
I was sure ho ought to, to such a pleas
ant little home.
•‘ Who is he?” I asked, as soon as we
got outside.
“Why, her husband,” said Kate. “He
lelt ter years ago. He has come back
several times, but always goes away
again; hunts and fishes, works a
little sometimes—enough to keep himself
well clothed; If she raises a fine young
horse he comes home, stays a while, and
rides it off. If she weaves a nice piece
of jeans she makes clothes for him from
it. Thai little farm Is har own; she In
herited it from her father. See how pret
ty the corn and rye and orchard loos; she
tends them all herself.”
As I looked back at the little house
with its faithful watcher, I thought how
Much More Tried and Pa lent
was this Penelope than she of old. Wil
fully and repeatedly forsaken, slighted,
forgotten, despoiled of her substance and
tbe labor of her hands, she never mur
murs nor complains, but only waits and
hopes for the return of him who thus for
sakes and despoils her.
I heard a little legend the other day
abont the naming of “Grandfather
Mountain,” a big peak over notheast of
tbe Roan.
It was told me hy a mountaineer at
whose house I stopped for dinner.
“That mounting war named for my
grandfather,” said be. “Hit wnz way
back yand’r shortly after tho revolution
ary times' the used ter come • huntin',
from way’ down in by Morganton,
whnr he lived, op onto that thar peak.
He’d bring his dog, an’ when he’d git a
good load o’ deer hams an’ bar meat an’
hides he’d go back—a walkin’ an’ leadin’
—to Morganton,
“One time he went an’ never come
back at all. His dog oome home alone.
He howled round the house powerful all
night an’ went away again. Nigh onto
a month afterward he come back. He
wax powerful fat an’ slick; and they
’lowed he’d been livin’ on the b’ar an’
deer mee't hie master’d killed.
“This whole kentry wnzer pint plank
wilderness in them days, an’th’wasn’t
nobody ter sarch it through fer no man.
“Well, arter his sons wax growed an’
married- arter I wnz born, growed an’
married, they found the stock of his ole
flintlock gun, his o ’fashioned brass stir-
raps an’ the brass buttons ’twas on his
clo’es, ever thar on th’ peak, an’ they
tnck t’ callin’ it Grandfather mounting.”
“How did the other peak beyond.get
its »«■»« of Grandmother mountain?’’ I
—him#
“I dunno ‘thout it’s jest breast it's a
sorter mate to totterone,”said he.
Alice MacGowan.
1 Cooeaw. 8. C-, la visiting at residence of
Mrs. 8. R Clark.
Mrs. Bdw. Hunter and children, of
T ouisville, Ga., who has been visiting
Mrs W. L Kilpatrick lert for home Mon
day morning
Mrs. M. J. Byne and Master Miller
Byne are visiting relatives in Burke
county.
Miss Ksssle Folks and Miss Marie
Mitchell Greenwood are visiting Misses
Eva and Cora Tarver.
Mrs. a E. Brown and son are visiting
at residence of Mr. L. E. Brown. They
nave just retained from an extendi d
visit among friends and relatives in Tex
as and Alabama.
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BLYTHE, GA.
Editob Sunny South: Dr. Tarver am
putated the forefinger of the left hand of
Mis« Nina Marrow, this evening. When
tier handB were dressed after the shoot
iDg, Saturday, August 9t», it was thought
the finger could be saved, bnt time has
proved to tbe contrary. The little snf
ferer is doing well otherwise.
Mr. Clark’s little babe is doing as weU
as could be expected.
We have good seasons. Crops are
good and onr people are happy at the
otight prospects ahead.
Miss Essie Jones and Miss Mary Acton
have returned f.om a delightful visit
among friends in Jefferson county.
While there they attended Mt. Moriah
campmeeting.
Mr. J. E. Davis killed a mad dog in his
mother’s yard, Monday night.
Mr. Robert Hardeman, of Davisboro, is
visiting Mr. F. J. Story.
Mi9s M. A Everett, of Back Island, S.
C , is visiting Mrs. W. D. Acton.
Aug. 20,1S90.
FLOWERY BRANCH, GA
The city council offers lib iral induce
ments to any one who will erect a first
class hotel in onr little town.
The depot is nearing completion.
The Flowery Branch Cornet Band has
re organized.
Mr. H. J. Cooper, and daughters visited
Gainesville last week.
Mr. Harvey Newman, is visiting his
brother, Dr. F. M. Newman.
Mr. B. S Hudgins, of Hot Springs, Ark.
Is the guest of his slater, Mrs. H. J. Coop
er.
Messrs Stidham Brothara are preparing
to erect a handsome brick building on
the corner by Mr. T. S. Barrett’s old
stand.
Miss Emma Martin, of Gainesville, has
been visiting Mlsa Lula Morgan.
Messrs H. M. and Bascomb Williams,
contractors, are building a neat cottage
just north of the residence of Mr. W. R
Williams.
Mrs. T. S. Hadaway visited her dangh
ter, Mrs. R H. Allen, of Buford, recently.
Misses Rilla Porter, Fannie Barnett
and Col. W. H. Barnett, visited Buford
last Tuesday,
Mrs. T. S. Hadaway, was stricken with
paralysis last Tuesday night.
Col. Sylvanus Morris, of Athens, was
in towh last week. M Esau.
July 9, 1890. 'J
SANDY RUN, S. C.
Editob Sunny South: Everything
here is Tillman, onr next Governor,
Even the air we inhale is strongly fla
vored with Tillman.
Rev. and Mrs. G. T. Harman and chil
dren have been spending some time at
their residence here. Rev. Harman lean
excellent preacher and is stationed at
Saint George, S. C.
J. L. Pou, the leading salesman of R.
H. Edmunds, Jr., of Columbia, S. C. spent
a week or two at his old home here re
cently.
Miss H. Lula Hook, of St. Mathews, S.
C., returned from her trip to Moat Eagle,
Tenn , sometime ago. She was delighted
with her trip.
Miss MaryTrezevant is spending the
summer at Mrs. Mary F. Mullers.
Many friends of Jimmie J. Wolfe and
sister Mis i Lcola regret their absence,
they are attending Tne Lexington Grad
ed School at Lexington, C. H., S. C.
Capt. John B. Pou, is a candidate for
county Auditor,
Rev. P. H. E. Derrick, has opened his
school. He seems determined to have a
good school and this is what is needed.
Capt. H. J. Seibe s was a delegate to
tho state convention which mat in Co
lumbia, S. C , sometime ago.
No wcddiDgs here, yon know the rea
son.
Crops are good.
August, 26 1S9 . W. F. P.
HEPHZiBAH, GA.
Owing to the large cumber of people
attending Mount Moriah campmeeting
last Sunday the attendance at the Sab
bath Schools was small.
Miss Ethel Walker is visiting friends
in Madison, Ga.
Mrs. M. B. Walker returned to her
home in Augusta Monday.
Mr. C. J. Rhodes made a flying visit to
relatives last Sunday.
Miss Ruth Frost is visiting at Belle
Springs.
Miss Susie Pearl Story, one of the vil
lage favorites, left here Tuesday morn-
i g for Covington, Ga., where she will
spend some time with friends.
Miss E nmis Jones, who has been visit
ing Miss Maggie Bi ne returned to her
home in Fjuntain City Monday morn
ing.
Miss Orleans Carswell is spending the
vacation at Belle Springs.
Misses Elite L) Connor and Mary Dow,
Augusts, are visiting Miss Hattie Moore.
Mrs. S J. Morphy has returned from a
visit among relatives in Burke county.
She was accompanied by Mrs. K. A.
Murphy, Miss Daisy Murphy and Mrs.
Wm. Warnock who came to onr village
for their health.
Mrs. N. Brnm Clark, of Augusta, is vis
iting Mrs. J J. Davis.
Mr. E D. Carswell, ot Waycross, to vis
iting relatives here.
Mrs. N. J Moxey, of Wadley, who has
been visiting Mrs Retta Turner, left here
Tuesday morning for Angustm.
There is a large demand here for
boarding houses. Qaite a number of
houses are anltable for that purpose, but
they need live, energetic boarding-honse
keepers. Prof. Jackson, anticipating the
increased demand, contemplates adding
additional rooms to his dwelling. There
are anltable houses here now vacant and
a line field is open for a live, wide-awake
party to build np a lucrative business
and accommodate the people.
The fall session ot the High School
will soon open, and already quite a nun
ber ot applications have been filed for
board.
Mrs. Ida Chaplin of Coosaw, S. C„ la
visiting Mrs. S.R. Clark.
Mrs. Edward Hunter returned to her
home in Louisville, Monday.
Miss Ethel Walker, one of Hepbzibah’e
favorites to visiting Mias Paolaine In
Mies Mary Acton Is visiting friends In
Keyarlllft.
Mr. W. H. Usher la visiting relatives at
JfitolUjfoWrtktovto.l.tk.rtlUM.
Ida Chaplin nee "rUntte. of
OSYKA, MISSISSIPPI.
Eighty-eight miles north of the city
of New Orleans, on the Illinois Central
Railroad, is situated a lovely little town,
which bears the name of Osyka, an In
dian name, meaning beautifnl, and well
it deserves its name, for a fairer little
spot would be hard to find. It to carpet
ed ail over with soft, green grass, and
shaded with trees knarled and olden,
whose branches the birds love so well,
that the air aronnd to filled with per
petual song. The Tangipahoa river winds
its laughing waters through one edge of
tbe town and as yon walk along Its banks
lined with fine trees and gay blooming
flowers, you wish that time would fold
nis wings and forget for a while his duty.
The people of this town are whole sou led
and generous, and tbe tired wanderer
having once passed within the portals of
their hospitable doors, will, for a brief
space of time, feel that he has left the
cold, uncharitable world behind him and
will travel on his way rej >iclng that there
were still some portions of this great old
world -where “sweet charity” had a
home.
For a village of its size, Osyka does
considerable business There are several
large stores here where you may find j ist
what you call for.
Situated on either side of the town are
a number cf saw mills which do a thriv
ing business the surroncdlngconntry be
ing full of line timber, and all day long
yon hear the buzz of machinery coming
from the large planer which lies just
south of the depot.
There are six churches in the place
which shows that tne people are not un
mindful of their religious duties. There
is a large Masonic Hall, a Hall built by
the Knignts of Honor, a market, two
drag stores, a restaurant and three
hotels.
The people of this little town are so
qniet and unobtrusive that tbe place
seems far more dull to the stranger than
it really is As I look at it now lying as
it were asleep in tbe morning sunlight
with the dew sparkling on each flower
and leaf, I feel that in j net such places
we find contentment, not in the bustle
and din of the noisy city, but in those
fair little hamlets, whose quiet, peaceful
inmates seem utterly forgetful of tbe
busy world beyond. Ljzette
WASHINGTON LETTER.
(From our Regular Correspondent)
Secret panels will shortly have to ba
! put in the walls of many of the Senate
committee rooms, If Senator Blair’s
amendment to a resolution offered by
Senator Plumb, prohibiting the sale of in-
toxcatingliquorsin the Senate end of the
Capitol, is adopted. The resolution as
first offered would probably have had no
opposition; bat when Mr. Blair amended
it by inserting “or drinking” after “sale”
the matter became a serious one with
these Senators who always keep a bottle
of the rale eld stuff” in their committee
rooms. It will be somewhat grotesque
to see officials of the Senate on their knees
with eyes peering through key holes try
ing to find ont whether the rules are be
ing violated by the Senators In their com
mittee rooms.
There are few people in this conntry
who have not heard of Anthony Corn-
stock, the agent of the Society for the
suppression of vice, in Nsw York. He
hsa made the suppression of vice pay,
and is rich. He was here this week, and
rumor said he came to suppress
somevtce which the Louisiana Lottery
company was throwing around In
shape of crisp new United States
currency. For many years this man
has been a great pnzzle to me, and
doubtless to others; I have alternately
thought him a philanthropist and a black
mailer, and to this day 1 am unable to
make np my mind which he is. A promi
nent business mgn ot Washington told
me of a little circnmstknce connected
with one of Comstocks raids in New York,
which came under his own personal ob
servation. One morning Comstock and
several of his men went into a printing
office and aeized an edition of abont 200 -
000 copies of a periodical. Express wag
ons were ostentatiously brought to tbe
front door of the establishment, and, in
the presence of several newspaper repor
ters, the entire edition was loaded npon
the wagons and driven off supposedly to
be dtsrsyad; but in reality to be private
ly returned to the very same establish
ment by way of a back door.
One of the notable sightseers of the
week was Governor Joseph W. Fifer
(“Private Joe Fifer”) of Illinois. He was
accompanied by Mrs. Fifer, and had just
returned from a visit to his birthplace.
Staunton Virginia, where he had not
been for about thirty-three years. The
inhabitants of thatp'aoe doubtless found
It difficult to trance any resemblance be
tween the freckled face, sunburned, bare
footed boy tuey kne ,7 in the Fifties, and
the nee looking Governor of the great
State of Illinois. I don’t fetl insprach-
ing humor or I mignt hang a moral to
this paragraph.
Mr. Benjamin Harrison, the biggest
man In the l nlted States, officially if not
intellectually, or In avoirdupois, Is fifty
seven years old today, and he has gone
oil tc Capo May Point to receive the con
gratulations of his good wife, the ‘ first
lady In the land ” grand pap Scott, son
Russel, and Baby McKee. Do you ever
stop to think how few men over get to
be President until after the half century
stone has been passed—Grant “got there”
ber<.T© t2 ez; but there is good reason for
believing that he was sorry he did so. It
has long been a source of con tent wor
riment to me to think that I could not
hope to become President before I was
fifty-years of age I know I am to be
President at some time t became my
first teacher told me, and all the rest of
the boys, that those who were good
might some day be President, and lam
the only one who has been continuously
good, and it has been the hope of becom
ing President some day that has ever
kept me in the narrow path; but I do
hate to wait until after { am fifty
The contest between Senators Q-iay
and Hoar the first round of which is on
as I write, is furnishing great diversion
fur the spectators in the Senatorial
arena, and as the weapons are confined
to tongues and votes the aeriices of
neither undertaker nor dccti ra wi.l re re
quired. Tilings are getting decidedly
mixed around here. Senator Edmunds is
now posing as the “funDy man” of the
Senate, Vance has quit wearing a sash
and Vest has voted for an amendment to
the tariff bill proposed by Spooner. It
must b 1 chargable to the long session
and the hot weather.
This qastion is being asked and an
swered in a good many newspapers:
Why did the late Alexander H. Steph
ens never marry?” It seems a pity to
destroy some of the romantic and path-
tic stories, which have been told, but if
‘ -£ lec * > Mr. Stephens body servant,
who attended him for years, in this city
and at his Georgia home, was asked the
question he coaid answes it with one
word which would forever end the mat
ter.
That Washinton to such a paradise for
good-looking glib-tongued dead beats
of the masculine gender to scarcely to be
wondered at after the exhibition a wo
man, calling herself a lady, gave this
week in furnishing through a third par
ty, ball for tbe handsome yonng mulat
to who was languishing In jail for having
committed forgery and otner crimes to
obtain the money with which to cat a
heavy swell on the very top waves of
Washington society.
Washington, D. C., Aug. 20,1890.
Then to a negro Bring in Screven
county whose home to In a huge log.
The log to twenty feet long and five feet
In diameter. It to divided into three
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The Atlanta papers say, Mrs. Beatrice
Peck Dugas, of Augusta, has removed to
Atlanta and will make ber future resi
dence here. Mrs. Dugas s s Miss Beatrice
Peck, daughter of Professor William
Henry Peck, was one of the most charm
ing yonng ladies who ever came to the
city. She to at present at the Leyden
house.
Mrs. Richard Peters, of Atlanta, while
visiting her son in Philadelphia, will
have plans made for a memorial Episcop al
church, to be erected by her on Pied
mont avenue (formerly North Calhonn
street), near Ponce de Leon avenue. The
chnrch will be built of rough stone, and
will be a very handsome addition to that
part of the city..
There are men who never give large
sums—perhaps are never able to do so.
But they give little sums all the time.
There are others who give seldom bnt
when they do, bestow large sams. The
former rarely acquire anything like fame
by their liberality, while the latter often
become world renowned for their benefi
cence. But were the awards justly made,
this decision would, in many instances,
be reversed.
“Tbe devil has many tools bnt a lie is
a handle that will fit all,” says an old bnt
very true adage. A abort glance at all
the propensities that prompt us to do
eviJ, wiU serve to show that every one of
them leads to falsehood, while at the
same time falsehood renders it worse.
We mast then believe those moral philos
ophers correct who say that men will
continue to be more or less liars until
every other evil tendency of their natures
shall be removed.
No, the discontinuance of gold and
silver as media of exchange will not
efface the greed for gain as Mr. Edward
Bellamy seems to think will be the case.
The otter removal of this strong, bnt not
wholly bad passion, from the human
mind mast be assigned a date far beyond
the year two thonsand. Nor need we ex
pect the rapid growth of that enthusiasm
for humanity by which eelflsm Is to Vo
displaced. The bliss of the millenial
period is not so immediate.
apartments, one of whioh to occupied bv
the proprietor s four hogs. The necro
occupies another, and the third to Sited
I with nunung and nailing apparatus. Tho'
negro makes his Uvlihood by hunting
and fishing. Hte clothing la or sklnsof
wild beasts and bellvea alone to himself.
HI* two doge are the fiercest to be found
anywhere. He procareo hte ammunition
Japan, of all the Asiatic nations, d
dared most strongly against the a
mission of European ideas; yet th
to now tho foremost in accepting tl
civilization of the West. While the e
forts of Christian missionaries has
not been markedly successful, the do
trines of Christianity seem to have pe
meated the masses, and it will probabl
be reckoned a Christian country in a fe
years. This is altogether in keeplc
with the idea that civilization shall coi
tinne its march around the globe until
reaches the pises where It started.
The New York World says Mrs. Oscs
Wilde has the reputation of being th
most picturesque woman in London,
couple of yeais ago she adopted the Lit
erty silk gown, and fashion went ma
and miles to see her. Now sho wea:
black and white, black and gold, an
black and cress green, and the cut of ht
gown is quits as remarkable as the sean
less, Clinging robe designed by Jam
Jones ten years ago. The gold or yelloi
frocks, toned down with black feather:
gauze or lace, are reserved for landscap
effects, the black and green for dayligb
interiors, and the white and black fo
gaslight. This evening dress is all c
black bsngallne, made Greek fashior
with Grecian embroidery of gold, an
worn with white shoes and a white bos
Her bequet is always the same-stepha
notis, smothered in fern leaves.
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