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Sunny South Is the oldest meekly paper of Literature,
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Jlored to the original shape and wilt be published as for*
merly every week & Founded In IS74 It grew until 1899,
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meat & It now returns to its original formation as a
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Ing Its most promising period In the past, f
Memorial Edition a Typi
cal Southern Magazine
N presenting’ its Memorial day edi
tion to the public, the management
of The Sunny South feels it has pro*
duced the most ideally southern
magazine in the history of the lit
erature of this section. The sweet,
mournful ghosts of the south’s most
hallowed memories here range at
will, and their presence cannot but
recall the best and bravest senti
ments of those days about which we
love to dream, and on which we can
now look back without that feeling
of bitter hopelessness with which at
one time the south was afflicted.
This issue has been planned to satisfy the natural
cravings and the reminiscent spirit of the veteran
who looks to see his actual experiences reflected
In subdued tinge; and at the same time to ac-
quaint the younger generation with the role which
its successor played in one of the most momentous
phases of American history.
There is a description of the Charleston college
•—one of the oldest institutions of learning below
Mason and Dixon’s line. The reunion which has
just closed in Dallas is covered in all its phases,
and a graphic account is given of the manner in
which the southern states have cared for their
indigent heroes. A feature in which special pride
is taken, and which will interest every reader of
the paper, is the opening installment of the Joel
Chandler Harris serial, “Sister Jane.” Mr. Harris
today ranks as the south’s leading literratuer, and
this typically southern romance in his most mas
terly vein Avill prove a wonder and a revelation
to those who are not acquainted with Mr. Harris’
magnificent novel-writing ability.
Fiction is amply represented in the presence of
work from the pens of those who are no strangers
to our readers—Mrs. S. T. Goodwin, Mrs. Minnie
S. Baker, Henry M. Wiltse, R. W. McAdarn and
others. The articles of Mr. Wallace P. Reed and
Dr. R. J. Massey touch on matters of peculiar in
terest to southern people, and Mrs. Bryan’s page
is arranged with special reference to the occasion.
Coupled with the splendid letter from Prank
Carpenter and the description of Oxford univer
sity, accessible to ambitious American students
through the munificence of Cecil Rhodes, this
splendid list of attractions combine to give rare
pleasure and profit to readers of this issue.
A Strikingly Unique Short
Story Contest
N next week’s issue of 1 he Sunny
South will be announced one of the
most unusual and original short
story contests projected by any
magazine in this country. The
plans are practically complete, and
the working out of a few minor de
tails is all that delays the announce
ment. These will be completed ear
ly next week, and a full explanation
will be given in the following issue.
Contestants in former Sunny South
contests, and those who have been
anxiously awaiting the announce
ment of another of these interest
ing and profitable competitions, are notified to be
in readiness.
Other periodicals have offered a formidable ar
ray of glittering prizes, and—attached a string of
conditions which many able writers found it inr
possible to meet. The Sunny South contest will
be simply conditioned, and so arranged that every
man who has anything to say and a way to say
it will be allowed a fair chance and a free field.
The award system is being so arranged that the
specialist in fiction construction will have oppor
tunities as well as those who have had vast ex
perience in the writing of the complete short
story. We speak advisedly when we say that
nothing similar to this contest, in all its details,
has ever been devised in southern literature.
So sharpen your pencils and your wits, and keep
a bright lookout for The Sunny South of next
week.
Brave Cavaliers of Confederacy
Wallace Putnam Reed
The Day and What It Means ^
IIEN spring, the enchantress, has
y y A| put her spell upon the south in the
u M 71 fullness of its beauty—when the red
* A I earth, gashed and bare, has covered
its deformity and dearth with the
verdure and bloom of bounteous
nature, and nowhere in all the land
is sadness—then it is that the warm
heart of Dixie, mellowed to sweet
melancholy by memory, offers upon
the soldier’s grave the sacred tribute
of flowers.
In the flush of the fresh season’s
joy with our souls attuned to the
song of bird and bee, and pulsing
with the gracious influence of vegetable life, it is
well that we turn thus briefly from the sunshine
of living to the shadow of the tomb. The brave
who make eternal bivouac in the soil of the mother
land for which they died, left the smile of a perfect
day and the warmth of human love to go down
into the valley of the dark shadow to make the
patriot's supreme sacrifice. The little white head
stones thick dotting the green sward where they
sleep stand for desolated homes and broken
hearts. They were men before they were heroes,
and a grateful country can place them on no ped
estal higher than the hearthstone. It is this that
quenches the glory in the pathos of war. The
epic tragedy cannot be disassociated from human
nature.
The years are many since the turf was heaped
on those graves, and the shock and pain of their
death lias, even as the spring covers nature’s scars
with leaf and blossom, long ago been mollified by
time-softened memories and living hopes. But
when, with muffled drums and relic battle flags,
we wend our solemn way with the graybreads who
wore the gray and the maidens who bear the flow
ers to the place where the little white tombstones
swarm, let the thought of the sleepers below as
fathers, sons, brothers, neighbors and friends im
press us with the true import of Memorial day and
the full extent of war’s sacrifice, and thinking thus
Df the dead, we will pay them the greater homage
of our tears. The personal aspect of the thing is
the essence of sympathy. The realism of battle is
terrible beyond words, and the moral of a soldier’s
grave is sad enough.
And while with tender reverence we watch the
hands of maidenhood and childhood strew roses
on those obliterated mounds, let us look beyond
physical suffering and severed ties, considering at
this late day what these martial martyrs died for.
Not to ask, “Was it worth while?” The logic of
history will answer that question. Nor need we
make analysis of motives. The men who followed
the Stars and Bars through the gates of death with
the “rebel yell” on their tongues fell for a great
principle. Whether that principle has been re
pudiated or vindicated by time, matters not. It is
enough to know that they fought a royal fight and
kept faith with their convictions. Above all, they
fell as patriots in arms.
In tliis era of bloodless commercialism, when
war is justified only by commercial advantage, it is
well to take home the noble lesson in patriotism
taught by the heroes of the early sixties. There
are manv hollow platitudes expended in this con
nection, but it remains as an eternal truth that the
insurgent army struggling for southern independ
ence and the preservation of the federal constitu
tion dared and suffered more for home and coun
try, and, by the same token, for patriotic princi
ples, than any patriot army from Thermopylae
to Modder River. The brave men in its ranks sac
rificed all for the cause with a consecration and
pertinacity that made the world stand spellbound.
Their surrender was the grandest moral victory
in the annals of war.
The south has suffered. What she has become
has cost her pain and toil without measure. She
has learned her lesson, and the light of hope on
her dauntless face is tinged with a reminiscent
sorrow. But the “new south,” if you please, has
never progressed to that degree of bloodless ma
terialism where memory dies and sentiment is
sneered at. She has never, Peterlike, denied the
cause that was led away to crucifixion after Appo
mattox. She has harbored, all these years, a love
for a proscribed memory, and the graves of her
gallant defenders who went down in hopeless de
feat are her altars.
T. he south of today, resourceful and self-asser
tive as she is, bustling, busy, with little of the
provincial left, finds time to make patriotic holiday
in commemoration of the deeds of her confederate
soldiers, and reverently bares her head as the
bright chaplets press the grasses where the silent
army rests. This is well. The south has not for
gotten. She is loyal to the traditions of the fa
thers and will guard till the judgment day the fame
of the men who followed the conquered banner.
No rancor is left in this memory or is attached
to this anniversary. Sectional enmity could not
survive the conditions that have arisen in the
south since the war. Dixie has forgiven with right
good will. The fraternal unity as well as the
physical oneness of the late warring sections has
become an undeniable reality. There are no sec
tions now, outside of the buncombe of partisan
ship.
As for the old soldiers themselves, they lead in
liberality. What they endured, and its aftermath,
has broadened them, and now, as they look across
the river to the shade of the everlasting trees, they
view the past dispassionately, without ’ regret.
Sometimes they are so filled with fraternity that
they wonder what it was all about, anyhow. They
love the great republic, and Mason and Dixon’s
whilom line has grown as mystical to them as the
magnetic pole.
As each year removes us further from that fra
tricidal strife, let southrons remember that their
duty to its surviving veterans increases as the in
firmities of age multiply. It is not enough to
honor our heroic dead and jealously guard history
from perversion. The broken soldier of the con
federacy is with us. He has worried along some
how without asking much but verbal gratitude
from his fellow-countrymen, but he needs a help
ing hand now. He has grown old, as he has to ad
mit when he counts the years since the days that
tried the south’s proud soul. He feels his grow
ing feebleness. Age of itself is pitiable, but age
with abject poverty is sad enough to draw tears
from heaven. We must save this old warrior from
the fangs of the gaunt wolf, and save him without
making him feel we are bestowing charity. There
can be no charity in his case. He rose manfully
to the emergency when the stricken southland
called to him. He asked no questions as to hire,
or bounty, or pension. He thought not of nor
cared for the future. He only fought—and how he
fought! God bless him! If he attained to the
years of Methusale h, we of the latter generation
could never pay him interest on the debt of grati
tude we owe him. We must be good to this grand
old man about to lie down in immortal bivouac
with his spirit comrades.
The flowers bloom and the feathered songsters
sing this blessed spring day for the soldier asleep
and the soldier nodding as the hour grows late.
Nature is kind to them, and we will vie with her
in kindness. Tears for the fallen brave, and for
the veteran numbed with the wintr> years, a
cushioned seat in the inglenook of the new south’s
love. R. W. McADAM.
Written for CAc .Yu any South
The neighing troop, the flashing blade.
The bugle’s stirring blast.
The charge, the dreadful cannonade.
The din and shout are past;
No war’s wild note, no glory's peal.
Shall thrill with fierce delight,
Those breasts that never more may feel
The rapture of the fight.
—THEODORE O’HA It A.
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The death of General Wade Hampton
has caused many of the more thoughtful
among his admirers to cast a backward
glance over the long n no of famous con
federates whose splendid names and gol
den deeds have starred and spangled our
history'.
It has been said of Hampton that, when
he faced danger, he never Ordered his
men to go forward, while he remained
in the rear.
"Come on!” was his ringing command
to his followers when a forlorn hdpe was
to be led, or a desperate charge needed
some one to head it.
He was true to the traditions of his
ancestry, and, like his sires, he was anx
ious to be among the lirst in the fray,
and not have it said that he was light
ing his foes two or three miles away.
Always a conspicuous figure, a cavalier
from brow to boot heel, lie had, next to
Forrest, the greatest number of personal
encounters with his foes, and In his chiv
alrous warfare he was n- rer tempted or
provoked to strike a helpless enemy.
He enjoyed a short, sharp, decisive
combat. He was the last to ask for
quarter, and the first to give it.
Others, during that stirring period,
dazzled the land with their deeds, but
the Carolinans felt a peculiar pride and
interest in Hampton, as
"The knightliest of the knightly' race
That, since the days of old.
Have kept the lamp of chivalry
Alight in hearts of gold.’’
It was Impossible even for perfect
strangers to glance at II mpton without
at once coming to the conclusion that he
belonged to the cavalier class—that class
which furnished J E. B. Stuart, Turner
Ashby', John H. Morgan, Pelham, the
gryat commoner, Bedford Forrest, J03
\\ heeler, T. C. Hindman and Joe Shelby.
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Some of these gallant soldiers were not
born In the purple. They were not pa
tricians. but they had the cavalier spirit,
including even Forrest, who looked and
talked like a plebeian of the most hope
less type.
And yet Forrest had the brilliant dash,
as well as the daring, of some of the
others mentioned in this article.
As a rule, the southerners of the cava
lier class were gentlemen trained to the
use of arms. They were superb horse
men. accustomed from boyhood to their
reckless fox hunts, and when they decided
to volunteer under the Stars and Bars
few of mem thought for a moment of any
branch of the service outside of cavalry.
At home their family' legends and their
literature had strengthened their original
bias. Occasionally', a foreigner took his
place among these gallant troopers, and
proved by valiant deeds, like Van Borcice,
his right to be there. Again, the con
federate cavalier would be a New Eng
lander, like Albert Pike.
Most of these men however, had b=m
reared In an atmosphere of chivalry.
They were familiar with the romances
and the poems of Sir Walter Scott and
the tournament was one of their favorite
amusements.
In early childhood the books placed in
their hands magnified our military he
roes. Abbott's “Napoleon” had made its
appearance only a-, few years before our
civil war, and it soon found its way
into the home of almost every fairly well-
to-do southerner.
Perhaps the time-honored custom of
dueling caused our officers and soldiers
to seek personal encounters. Some very
high-minded and tender-hearted men were
not satisfied unless they could clash
swords with a foeman, and try conclu
sions with him face to face. They could
do this, and be satisfied when they' drew
a little blood or forced their antagonists
to surrender, but it was different with
a man like Forrest, who was said to have
killed with his own hand not less than
thirty federal officers.
This is by' no means an admirable rec
ord, and the majority of nay readers will
heartily sympathize with Marshal Ney,
who said shortly before his death that it
was a great comfort to him to be unable
to positively recollect ever having killed
a human being. In the excitement of a
hot fight he had tired upon the enemv,
but he was not prepared to say' that
his random shots had done any serious
damage.
Some of our cavaliers were picturesque
and spectacular.
These knights of a period in which the
trend of thought was destructive of chiv
alry and knighthood were fond of bright
buttons and gold lace. Many wore plumes
and ail insisted upon fine horses and cost
ly' weapons.
The always gay J. E. B. Stuart, with
his songs and music, was a favorite with
everybldy, and the darky who accom
panied him with his banjo became as
famous, in his way, as his master.
Morgan, Ashby, Pelham, Forrest and
"Wheeler were very practical fighters.
They' did not care for the fuss and feath
ers of a dress parade, and with them war
was a very serious business.
Every one of these brilliant cavalry
leaders was the hero of bold exploits
which would entitle him to a place in
the Hall of Fame, but there were two
or three of them whose careers had more
than their share of the romance of war,
though even a Puritan like Stonewall
Jackson might have had the same said of
him with equal truth.
Two men named in my' list of cavaliers
—a fist intended to be illustrative, rather
than even an effort at completeness—had
adventures enough to furnish the ground
work for several romances.
Hindman wijs one of them, and Shell',y
was the other.
The former was the. most popular and
powerful politician in Arkansas, before
the war. He was what was called a “fire-
eater,’’ and when his state seceded he
felt in duty bound to volunteer. He was
made a general very soon, but did not
distinguish himself.
But, after the surrender at Appomattox,
he suddenly became so belligerent that
he determined to become an exile.
Supplying himself with plenty of gold
coin, he went through Texas on his way
to Mexico, stopping for
few days at
«■> and h. c.rr.oJ
Hindman and felt sure
a smal-1 fortune with hl, T' bbers that a
It was agreed by the r the
midnight visit should be paid
refugee from Arkansas. h ® refused!
his money, well and good. If he refused,
he was to be murdered. nlgit
Triftv cutthroats hamm-cr^d ' .
at the door of Hindman’s lodgings in'the
outskirts of Brownsville.
“What is wanted?’’ was asked from the
'"“VVe want General Hindman,” y a3 [ be
reply. “He has a lot of gold with him,
and if he will give it up peacefully
may go, but if he refuses dr resists he
must take the consequences.”
••You want my gold, do you. grow .
Hindman, as he clicked his pistols. \ ery
well, come and take it.’
There was determination and death in
that harsh voice. , ,
The leader of the robbers looked at
his men doubtfully.
“You have heard”—he began.
“Yes, old man,” the crowd yelled, ‘ we
heard Hindman and we hear you. Come
off your peTch. You’re not fit to boss
this gang.”
They hustled their chief away from >«-
place, and selected another. But they
let Hindman alone, and he went to Mex
ico, where he opened a. law office. Tn a
few months he returned to Arkansas,
where some unknown assassin killed him
one night in his own house.
Joe Shelby, of Missouri, was the most
adventurous cavalier of them all.
Refusing to surrender after Appomat
tox, he raised 1,000 men, a cavalry com
mand. and started through Mexico t>
the capital to tender his services to Max
imilian’s empire.
On the way the regiment had to fight
Mexicans and Indians, and finally reached
the capital, after much bloodshed on both
sides.
Maximilian was afraid to accept these
savage looking confederates^ as soldiers,
though Marshal Bazaine favored enlisting
them.
The emperor gave the newcomers a
large tract of land, and they went to
work and built a town there.
Maximilian began tQ lose ground, and
the confederates thought it wise to return
to their native country.
Shelby remained to the last. By his
boldness and military skill he saved Max
imilian and his troops more than ones.
At last the emperor was betrayed, cap
tured and shot by decree of a countmur-
tial.
Almost to the end Shelby hoped to save
him, and he came near doing so, with the
assistance of Princess Salm Salm, a
bright, dashing woman, whose husband
was the federal provost marshal of At
lanta in 1855, having the princess with
him while he fill' d that position.
The death of Maximilian caused Shelby
to return to Missouri, where he died, •‘i
few years ago, after serving with some
| distinction as United States marshal of
| the state under President Cleveland's ad
ministration.
Of ail the cavaliers mentioned here
there was not one more utterly fearless,
reckless and devoted to the confederacy
than General Joe Shelby.
APRIL 26, 1902
The WeeR in a
Busy World
oeat
Ingenious Expedients Supplied Dress for Devoted
iSouthernWomen During Civil ’War
By Dr R J Massey
Written for CAe Sunny South
HE questihas been ask’d
what thJ women of the
south wore during the civil
war and how they got it.
I can best answer that
question by repeating what
several ladies have toid
me. Mrs. L. E. Cook, of
Austell, who was living
with her mother and one
sister on a farm in Camp
bell county near Palmetto,
gives some interesting
reminiscences about how
slie and her sister made their clothing.
They took some plain cotton lint and the
wool from a black sheep and made bat
ting by placing one upon the other until
they had a mass about six or eight bats
thick. Then they took this and pulled it
to pieces and mixed it thoroughly, mak
ing one large heap of steel gray looking
stuff. Off this they spun very fine
thread and wove it upon an ordinary
loom such as almost every woman in the
country at that time h.id, using a warp
of black made by using a dye of cop
peras and sumach. When finished, this
made the skirts for their winter dresses.
Now for basques, they took cotton wool
and spun it into a coarse, soft thread and
mixed into this pieces of flannel and silk
and wove this upon a deeply dyed yellow
cotton thread, and after the cloth was
made they carefully carded it until it
produced a nap similar to the present
outing found in the stores. Of this they
made basques, fastened together by but
tons made of the persimmon seed.
These beautiful blondes were tall and
commanding in appearance, and, having
these dresses stylishly made, were the
admiration of the land. Ladies came for
miles in scores to see these dresses and
learn how they were made, and it is 1
safe to say that probably fifty out fas
were the consequences of this invention
of the two Campbell county lusses.
Next I will give you an extract from
a letter of a young lady of IS to her
brother in the army, ghe says:
“Dear Joe: Y'ou ought to see me. I
have been working in the loom all day
today. I have got the jeans ready for
papa’s and your suit. It wilt be solid
black and looks almost like broadcloth.
I have worked hard. 1 have managed
to weave It very close and strong, and
I know when you come home you will
be proud of your sister. If you could see
her sitting on the loom bench with her
steel gray suit, which she made with
her own hands, I know you would be.
“We are getting on very well and feci
that we are trying to do our part here
at home, and I know you are doing yours
at the front.”
Mrs. Bivins, of Haralson county, tells
of how she made her dress. It was plain
with small brightly col-
Homespun ored cords crossing each
Dresses other at spaces of about
Very half an inch. This was
Much made up into a nicely
in fitting basque and skirt,
dence At the lower end of the
skirt there were ruffles
that gave it a very distinguished appear
ance. So far it seems that the homespun
dresses -which the southern women wore
were greatly in evidence. During this
•time it was a treat to get a calico dress,
and nothing was thought of paying from
$50 to $200 for one such as can be bought
now at the rate of 5 cents per yard.
A middle-aged married lady living in
Morgan county, who, when young, was
distinguished for being very beautiful,
always dressed in the height of fashion.
Even after marrying she did not discard
fine clothing, but was always looking
for the finest and the best. She never
wore a dress more than four or five tlme3,
consequently the war found her with
several large trunks of this cast-oil’
finery. When ladies’ dresses became so
scarce, it was a standing joke with this
lady and her friends that she had at last
found a use for these trunks of cast-off
clothing which began to trouble her on
account of storage. She took these old
dresses and divided them up among ner
neighbors and friends, reserving a good
portion for herself, ar^l ^iiese good ladies
rehabilitated them and had plenty o'f fine
clothes for the whole four years, and
could have had enough for two years
morei (
Ladies knit their own hose; one delicate
married lady, who had not touched a
knitting needle for ten years, knit for
herself three pairs of stockings, and then
found it such pleasant pastime that she
set to and knit twenty-seven pairs for the
soldiers.
As to hats. I doubt very much whether
many of the good ladies of the present
day know what Inffa is. It is the techni
cal name for what the good old women
of forty years ago used to call dish cloth.
This is a vine that grows very luxurious
ly, of dark green foliage that produces
a fruit very much like a large, coarse
cucumber. When run upon a frame this !
fruit matures and when cut open the j
nicely and gave them the right shape,
making for her a hoop skirt. Failing to
get anything else, they were married
that night. She was arrayed in all he>‘
glory, which meant a hoop skirt and a
cotton dress, minus hose or shoes. A
medical friend of mine, who was at the
wedding, tells me that he never saw a
couple happier than that couple seemed
to be under the stress of circumstances.
The attendant upon Queen Victoria's
coronation who was described as looking
like she had been “snowed upon wi:h
pearls and had oeen caught in a rain of
diamonds’’ was not half as happy as tills
bride.
The question is also asked, what part
the ladies took in the war. They d’ft
IE of the
known ’writers 0 f
fiction in America
Frank R. Stoekto^
the author of 'Thj
Lady or the Tiger,“
“The House g*
Martha,” “The Vi.
zer of the Two.
Horned Alexander,”
and a score of other
novels and juveni; t
books, has passed
away suddenly j a
jr. H. Stockton W a s li i n g ton 0 j
hemorrhage of the brain. Mr. Stockton
was Iborn in Philadelphia in 1831, be ?aa
his career by writing for eastern news,
papers, and later was for a number 0 {
years on the staff of Scribner's Mag a .
zlne and St. Nicholas. He has be'-n cal;,
ed a master of the art of writing short
stories, -and had a wide vogue In this
country and Europe.
+
E N A T O R Joseph
Walden Bailey, a ;
Texas, Who organ
ized the oppo, !o a
to the sugar trust
in congress la3t
week, and thereby
made a telling party
coup, has been th»
acknowledged lead,
er of the demo ra*j
in the house since
the beginning o’ the
fifty-fifth congress,
Senator Bailey when h.- w , .
candidate for speaker against M
When he was elected
the fifth Texas district in 1891, at
of 27, he was call'd “young Mr I •
an appellation that has rem th
him. He served five terms in the
house until one year ago. When vaj
promoted to the senate. Mr. Bai e
been suggested a-s a preside,ntl 1!
date by members of his party who ■
posed to Mr. Bryan. Although a - irt.
er of Bryan in both campaigns. Mr 1.
ley never liked fusion w'it.h th i
and is now regarded as a dem
Moses.
♦
BEEN WIT.1IEL-
MINA, of Hoi nd,
is slowly recovering
from a severe at
tack of tvph J
fever, which at >n-
time threatened to
jeopardize the suc
cession to ths
throne. In view of
the queen's ser 1
condition the birth
day annivers-t: of
Prince C uis r:
Queen Wllhelmina Henry pus
most unobserved. A few flags v. •
played, but there was no military
which was to have been the chief
The members of the diplomat!
and the Dutch public authoriti- -
ever, inscribed their names in th- v s.t-
ors’ book at the palace.
The illustrated papers through ’
resent the Dutch nation as pray
the. recovery of the queen. Ini;
services were held in the syr. _ -
“before the open ark.”
:F
RANK W. 3H-
MAN, the
Washington
gressman
startled and con
vulsed the hoj.-o
and the country
by his atiack ;i
the rules and of
the speaker, is tie
picturesque su<
or of Colonel Jim
Ham” Lewis, v osa
one monum .til
F. W. Cushman work was
posure of “embalmed beef” in th- nv.
Mr. Cushman was a gold stand;, r
publican when the whole w r est wau
silver. He was born in Iowa
had a limited public school c-du
railroad “water boy,” section hand. t
e\erjthing good, kind, lovely, heroic and in a country store, district school
soft, fibrous,
rough cloth, j
inside presents a large,
spongy matter, like unto
Several ladies during the war made them
selves very beautiful hats of the litff-A,
dressed tastily with bits of ribbon, fiow'ers
and lace, which they had at their hands.
Other ladies used the rye straw, beauti
fully dyed in various tints, red, yellow
and blue. This, nicely plaited, made
beautiful hats. The two Campbell county
lasses above referred to had a brother
who was expert in woodworking, and he
made for them a block, on which they
fashioned their hats of rye straw in a
fashionable mode, which was very becom
ing. Ladies also made their hats from
the saw palmetto leaf, which was sent
up from the coast, and I saw a great
many hats most beautiful in appearance
made of the ordinary corn shuck. A lady-
in Palmetto became such an adept at
making hats that she sent a dosen of
her hats to Atlanta, which brought fabu
lous prices, either in exchange for other
goods or in confederate money. She very
easily supported herself and two grown
daughters in good style during the war
by making these hats. Often she sent
these hats to Atlanta and got in exchange
ribbon# and lace with which to dress those
that she kept in her own family, and
these hats dressed that way commanded
almost any price that she might ask for
them.
I met a lady the other day who showed
me a hoop skirt for which slTe paid $301.
This reminds me of a gentleman who was
living in Atlanta who had left with a
couple of merchant friends a few hundred
dollars to be returned on call. During
the spring of 1SG1 these merchants became
frightened and informed their friend
that they could not pay him back the
money, but that they could give him
goods. Thereupon, this gentleman went
in and took several boxes of tobacco, ten
sacks of coffee and ten barrels of sugar.
He carried home to his wife a sack of
coffee—150 pounds—and two barrels of
sugar, saying to her: “•Now, wife, don t
let anybody under the sun know that
you have got those, but every time a sick
confederate needs coffee or a good old
woman in the neighborhood wants colTee,
send them about a quarter of a pound,
and send it as often as they need it.”
He sold the balance of the coffee and
tobacco, but reserved the sugar and
stored it in Augusta.
This family had coffee and sugar all
the war through. They went to August 1
in February, lsfio, presuming that matters
were coming to a crisis, and that they
would not need sugar and coffee long un
der the present circumstances. Finding
that one barrel of the sugar had not
been sold, the gentleman sold it for $1,000.
Six hundred dollars of this he carried
across the street and gave for a pair of
shoes for his wife. These were the ordi
nary French cloth, gaiter top, with patent
leather such as could be bought now
for $2.50.
Referring to hoo-p skirts and cott in
dresses, I must not omit the North Caro
lina bride. She was engaged to a bold
soldier boy', who was at the front doing
his full duty. Being inspired with the
sincere desire to get married, he man
aged to procure a furlough for two wee-;s
for that purpose. Ho came home and
all the trousseau the young lady had
was a beautiful North Carolina home
made cotton dress. The soldier and a
young friend of his went into the wools,
cut a lot of grape vines, trimmed them
W omen
Played Si
lent But
Effectual
Role
patriotic. Volumes cou d
he filled of what they
did in the war.
and cowboy. He studied law w’.
could, was admitted to the bar
. , 1 sha11 i coma, his present home, and i-
only relate two in- j ered one of the ablest lawyers
state, with illimitable vocabulary
stump and courage that grows
danger.
stances
Colonel McBride,of this
city, who has a nation
al reputation for having once captured
General Miles, the lieutenant general now
commanding the United States army,
says that a Mr. Davenport, a northern-
raised gentleman, and wife, of Richmond
took him from the battle field an<i
nursed him to life. When able to trav-’l
he came through to Augusta, and Mrs.
D Antignac, with her accomplished
daughter, kept him several days and gave
lum every attention that wealth and af
fluence could afford. Then he came home
to the hospital of his own town. Now I
grive v hls own words: “One day, as 1 re
member it, a lovely girl wr/i some tlow-
ers in her hand.sat for a while by lv i
bedside, her luxuriant auburn curls fail- 1
mg’ down her shoulders to her girth he
b ue eyes beaming on me. With shrink
mg modesty, she placed these flower;- ’
my hands and passed out.
has ever been since,
dearer than life itself
vive no dearer, livelier picture'thin was
that fair-faced, di-
Frn r
1 Pin
MM A C. SICK
a western w.
has been aw
a gold mr-d.tl 1
International £
ty La Sav
whose
are in Paris,
bravery in an I
outbreak of
Miss Siekols.
to the upr
had been s i:
tendent of th-
ernment sch
C. Sickels
Ridge. She was the first t
i r>an of the Indians’ campaigi
and ever will
Memory can
presented to me by
vinely- formed maiden.
IHiring th-e seven. dcivs’ fitrht- •»*» 7
Richmond two soldiers aftpr aruu
ment found themselves Ivimr <• en S a »e-
er badly wound, cl. one a contede r at° geth l
dTJr SailK wafer^n ^ ^
prison. The confederate WimT., V 11 ' -
U. and living within some 30 or t'^miUs
of the prison, took it upon himscR^
go down to the prison and bv
means through the good friendship !,?
the guai ds the federal was allowed , , ‘
the confederate and n ^
with him for several weeks. The
’1 tell
tell you she is a daisv Tnii,
of or that I even hint but that
supply me with it. If h were l ey
the old lady, 1 don't know wK-,*. not •
be the issue of mv stavincThere he™' r,! ' 1
already this beautififf queen ofThJ 9 t f ‘ a, " w
hold of three whttesTnd ^wo hinir^
negroes is easting shy glances at J
don t feel worthy of making 1
upon such a lovely creature and ti. c ?
am afraid of the old ladv L a ,l th T en *
afraid there would be too m2 1 am
in law in hers But may m v rieh n ° r
forgret its running: and mv +/*»>-« hand
before I shall ever forget the^kTn? 1 ^’
these people have rendered „ in 3 n es3
After the war this f riP n d h
unabated as long as theT™ co ”tmued
lived. For evorv Christmas and "5 ,d,Pr "
of July the southern fnmilv nTl/°" rrh
reived a box well filled witv. re-
and a letter full of expressionf°of
sbin and gratefulness to them f !t n1 *
kindness to the “vankee” f l eT m- fnr thp ir
they nursed so tenderly during The Wh °' 11
The mother and two' brothel Wa J'
several years passed oyer to thl f ' r
Beyond where clanging swords VlT
no more. The two sisters
thougn married, settled down 1 , j ’ Hl *
large families. a pleasant onrr«J ,n - ' vv!th
Is kept up. Tt is from one of th^Tlf""”
was permitted to copy thn.iJi 1 Se that T
which she lovingly P kee t ps as - e *f xtra '~ t
brance. ps 33 a remem
She was then, dor the authority of Secretary Pr > r
! an d the personal direction of <;■ 1
Miles, she went to Pine Ridge
gan working among the hostile Ind s
for the restoration of peace. At th' -k
of her life she penetrated Chief i.
Wound's camp and persuaded that
to come to a conference and throw s
influence with the “friendly tribes
decoration is in the form of a sun
and is richly enameled. On the re\ •
side are these words: “To Emma •
bn-kels, the Heroine of Pine Rid- ;
exceptional bravery in checking In
dian war of 1S90.”
The young countess of Essex wh Is
reported seriously in i n the Riviera, 1
whose long continued illness is great v
alarming, her family, was Miss VI- ’,*
Grain, daughter of David Beach Gra :.
o - ew York, prior to her marriage to
I h ® ea . r , 1 of Essex in December, 1893.
Lady Essex is the second wife of me
said to have been very
domestic life, but bull
lost all their unent • i
, - — s ago, and the countess
v'rN,.- een rnakin & a living with truly
t m * Can ^ Uc ' 1 ’ * Ier method has l>- n
msbTS ap l rtments at a low figure, fur-
ther l 1 ha ndsomely on the installin' it
TiT ’ and ® ubren t them at fancy prices.
‘\m P m aS a .. S ° oha Peroned a number of
sT.v'T, Paying guests” into London
society. She has no ctwren.
c’fira ?p i0 riVer ’ between Paducah and
moTtV D Was the ^ene of one of th”
Wst.lv T. f steam **>at disasters in the
trv mi, n ( a ’ rlcl navigation in this coun-
cauzhi T flr steamer City of Pittsburg
from 6 m tbe early morning hours,
from a source which has not yet been
made ctear. and in a short time the ves-
elnl? ew T l6SSly ahIaze - despite the
sei . ''°f the crew. Many pas-
othel i ci.ln hed ■ in flames, while
far the'll b ^ lr . hve-s by drowning. Thus
ty—five nera ° f life ls esti mated at seven-
come to th° ns ’ while bodies continue to
capes and L SUrface ’ Many narr ™ ^
The boat wa« r °- 1C i re,seues were record**1.
value of th» a 1L Valued ait while the
figure. 6 cargo will much exceed that
♦
tives of the drn^ i a3ked *>>’ representa-
stop the s-iic dl ^f S trade the other day to
ous, anti toll f , vacciR e virus and vari-
repugnant to o f ,aim ing that this was
cantile Wtereff C j enC mi. and un - iu st to mer-
would look fntT 8 '**. The ma -y° r said he
*°° K lnto the matter after May 1-