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Newspaper Page TextTHE FAYETTEVILLE NEWS. PiMtehg bj THE NKWH PUBLISHING co. Devoted to the Interests of FayettevUle, Fayette County, and the Publishers. Sabserlptioi Fries |LM is A4i VOL. 5. FAYETTEVILLE, EAYETTE COUNTY, GA„ FRIDAY, APRIL 28, 1893. To Him Who Seeks. Hope Is the message of the Eastertlmc; And the elad Earth, While yet the snow lies white upon the bill, And while the Ice King wields his sceptre still, Heralds afar, with faint and tuneful chime, The summer’s birth. Only the cars attuned to melody Can catch the strain; Only for watchful eyes the first flowers blow Benecth dead leaves and coverlet of snow; And first to him who seeks her longingly, Spring comes again. Through all the voices of the waking year, The Father speaks; To heavy hearts, bowed with their weight of grief, He sends His promise in the budding leaf; And first the messengers of Hope appear To him who seeks. —[C. E. Bancroft, In Youth’s Companion. TEE PHANTOM TRAIN. BY ARCHIE It. EGGLESON. It was the summer of 1888, known as the wet season. It rained continu ally from the 1st of April till July, and on every third or fourth day the drizzle changed to a heavy shower. Roads were impassable, and even rail way traffic came to a standstill. I was employed by the Great West ern road and stationed at Wcstgate, a beautiful town, not very largo, but the centre of a piece of magnificent scenery. To the north a majestic grovo of oaks towored up from the banks of the Big Stowe River winch flowed sullenly along on its south westerly course, leaving the little city a short distauce to the east. A black smith Bhop, two or throe stores, a res taurant and hotel, a church and a schoolhouso, which was |lighted up by the pleasant face of tho postmaster’s only daughter Stella, made up the public buildings of the place, with the addition of the depot and grain ware house, where but little business was transacted during the flood. About a mile northward the railway bridge spanned the Big Stowe, and 1 bad been requested by the bridge fore man to make a trip out to the struc ture every day just before dark to seo that the approaches were safe, as in every severe storm the river, already swollen to full banks, would lap tho end of the long bridge and whirl fiercely around the piers. I slept in my office, as duty com pelled me to remain there quite Into at Might, and it was but little troublo to change my lounge into a bed. I had also a corner occupied by a pony in strument on which at odd moments through tho day I instructed a young studeut iu the art of telegraphy, feel ing thankful for something to help me to pass away time in such dull weather. One sultry evening, after a few hours of clear sky, I placed my rail way-tricycle on the track preparatory to making my evening trip to the bridge. Heavy banks of clouds could be seen in the west, aud there was an ominous stillness in the air that made anxious to make a speedy trip. It was a toilsome journey, and the perspiration gathered on my fore head and my breath became short be fore I finished it; but, although i found the water higher than it had been, it was not more dangerous to tho bridge. Upon my return I took care to have my switch-lights trimmed aud placed out earlier tliau usual and hastily par took of supper, for already the low muttering of distaut thunder foretold a heavy storm and a bad night. AVlien it broke at last I was alone iu my office, and the cracking of the tele graph instruments, as tho lightning played around them, resembled the firing of a small pistol. Tho rain fell in torrents aud the wind blew as if would demolish everything before it. I sat listening to the efforts of the despatcher to make his train orders plain, and when his continued repeti tions made me nervous, fell back on my guitar for consolation. After playing every mournful melody I could thiuk of, 1 spread out iny bed and dropped on it, to rest, if not to sleep. For some time I hoard tho rain healing against tho window and the wind rushing under tho cornico^of the depot aud creepiug along the rafters with sobs like those of a child; then I dozed off to sleep, and nothing troubled me. I awoke sutldeuly to fiud myself sitting up in bed, and to hear the pony instrument working dearly, as if handled by masterly fingers. I was spellbound, for the apparatus was couuected wi:h the main line, aud there was no one in tho room; but it clicked distinctly, and my blood curdled as I recognized the call that is used on the wires only fm those mes sages that uro always sent to an operator’s ear—the “death signal.” Who was sending it? 1 spring out of bed, turned my lumps higher, seized my fountain-pen and mado ready to copy. The message ran as follows; “From Austin toC.W. G., Oclwein. Number Four Night Limited wont down at Big Siowo Bridge. Fifth and sixth trestle washod out. Seven ty-five killed. «*K. C.” I read and reread this till my own writing looked strango to mo as it lay on tho desk, and then glanced at the clock. It was a quarter toono. Num ber Four was duo at Wcstgate at half past two. So the message was sciitan hour and a quarter bofore the train would reach the place of the wreck I At that minuto tho piercing whisllo of a locomotive broke upon tho night air. I glanced at the window aud saw the red light of an approaching train some fifty yards away. Throwing on my coat and picking up my lantern, I made my way to the platform, saying aloud: “The bridge was all right last night. It is surely all right now.” I stood a long time wniting for the train to pass by. Number—“—Limi ted stopped at Wcstgate, hut it came no near and it mado no sound. Then I saw that it was going at full speed through a country with which I was not familiar. Tho faithful engineer stood in his cab, witli his hand on (ho throttle, guiding through the darkness the human freight that was trusted to him for safe delivery; aud the fire man, in the shadow, looked out with a pallid face. They crossed streams and halted at stations; the bell rang and tho whistlo echoed, but there was no rumble of wheels. By aud by I began to recognize the stations as thoy came to them. There was the New Hampton depot, with tho passengers crowning about the slops, and friends meeting aud parting at the door of the car. The conductor walked out with his train-orders in his hand. Tho mail-pouchos were ex changed, and the phantom train went on again. Next came Fredericksburg, then Suinuer, and then—O terrible fatol— I could hear the humming roar aud the panting of the engine; I could see tho turbulent waters of the Big Stowe lashing the approaches of the long bridge. Tho train was slowing up to cross it. I held my breath. It was in the center of the great structure. The engiiicor was calling for brakes. 1 could hear the escaping steam; and the next instant it had plunged head long into the black, seething mass of water beneath! I dropped on my knees and gave, not a scream, but the wildest yell that ever came from mortal lips. A mo ment later, I wus fully awake, lying on the office floor, where I had fallen during my nightmare. Soino time elapsed before I could determine that it was all a dream. I turned up my lamps, examined (he little instrument that had clicked off the warning message, looked for a copy of it on my desk, and at last re solved that, as I had atnplo tiina, I would go out to Stowe and exnmino the bridge bqfore Number Four was due. If everything was right, no one on tho trip lioed ever know of my dream. It was but the work of a moment to get out my tricycle and light up the henu-Iamp, and I was soon whirling away toward to the river. Tho storm had passed, leaving a bank of copper- colored clouds in tho oast nml the moon shining dimly in the far west. As I drew nearer the hoarse voice of tho Big Stowe became a roar, and I found tho track covered with water. The tricycle had to bo abandoned, and I continued my way on foot through still deeper waters till I reached the bridge. I passed easily over the first four trestles, and was angry to find that I had such faith in the mysterious messago that I was expecting dnngcr in the fifth and sixth. When I stopped and swung my lantern out ahead of me, its gleam, aided by tho moon light, showed me thirty-two feet of rail vibrating to and fro over a yawn ing chasm, whoro the mad waters laughed and leaped and shrieked as if a demon controlled them. The fifth and sixth trestles wero washed nway, and I knew by a warning scream of tho locomotive that Number Four had just left Sumner. There was no help for it; I must cross that gap on the rail and flag the train that was coming through tho darkness to doath aud destruction. 1 crouched down aud began my passage for life, taking my lantern botween my teeth, (hut 1 might have tho use of both hands. Tho least dizziness or weakness, tho slightest loss of balance, would plunge mo into tho waves below, and the train would be lost. I crawled carefully along; now I was moving successfully, now I was trembling—now Hie swaying of tho rail was turning iny head! I was two-thirds of the way across when I heard the train coining; a few steps more, and the headlight of old Number Four came swiftly around a curve and bore down the loug grade. I was liko a madman; in my excite ment my teeth shut themselves tightly on the wire handle of my lantern and I crept like a beast of prey to tho firm footing that lay before mo, whore I stopped long enough to take my light in my hand and wave the danger sig nal. As I ran lightly up tho track I waved it iu a dozen shapes and shouted at tho top of my voice, though I knew no one would hear me. Tho terrible strain on my nerves gave way when I climed up on the engine and tried to explain matters to the engineer, who had halted three hundred feet from tho bridge. I got through with an incoherent sentence in which “mes sage” and “phantom train” repealed themselves, and then I believe I cried —at least tho boys suy 1 did; but they never called it babyish; and the whole crew called it a wonderful coinci dence.— [New York Ledger. Attacked By an Elephant. When irritated by a wound the ele phant of Indo-China, says an explorer iu the New York Sun, becomes very dangerous, especially to whito men. While the elephant of India takes to flight at the first shot, if its wound is not mortal, tho Iudo-Chineso animal at once atiacks the hunter. I had an adventure of this sort: I wanted to show the Cambodians what a European hunter can do, mid I therefore requested tho mandarin to allow me to try a shot at the wild herd, which meantime had retired into the forest. Only afier my re peated assurances that I should uot hold him responsible for tho conse quences, the mandariu gave his con sent. I took my rifle and some am munition, got ready for firing, and ordered my Cambodian servant to follow me at a distance witli my re serve double-barrelled rifle. Entering the forest, I saw three elephants standing in front of me. I looked round for my servant, but he was no where to be soon. ■ A full-grown female elephant, followed by a young one, rushed toward me with uplifted trunk aud fierce trumpetiugs. . I had no time to spare to take good aim, and so I fired into the open mouth of tho beast. The tremendous recoil of iny gun threw me to the ground, and at the same moment 1 heard my serv ant fire twice. I quickly raised myself, but was unable on account of the smoko of my gun to see the elephant. Then I sud. denly felt something grnze iny face, and I was hurled a distance of several yards, and lost consciousness. When I recovered the Cambodians stood around me. They had thought that I was dead. My clothes were sprink led with blood, and a pain in my up per jaw convinced mo that there was something wrong. I found that sever al teeth had been knocked out. The elephant liad knocked them out with her trunk, and had dissappeared. Three balls had not killed her. A deadly wound can only be given when the ball enters through t'ae temple or the eye. As the elephant has keen scent and hearing, a European needs long ex perience before lie can hunt the animal successfully. Tho native, who creeps noiselessly in his Anniinito costume, has, in spite of his inferior weapons, a better chance of success than a Euro pean with his creaking boots and breech-loader. The Benongs kill ele phants with poisoned arrows, which, although they cannot penetrate the thick skin, may inflict a deadly wound in softer pnrts, such as the trunk. Iu such places the poisonous substance, prepared from oxtracts of herbs, acts so violently that the aniinul ofton dies within ton minutes. Eating Out of Troughs. All tho men omployod on the Man- iaco estate in Sicily, sloop on the property on week nights and tramp back to town for Sunday. Their food is provided for them during the week. In the morning thoy have a large chunk of brown bread baked on tho spot, a herring or a sardine, aud as much wine as one can drink in ono draught. In the evening thoy feed like auimuls. There are wooden troughs on tresses in tho open air, ar ranged around three sides of n square aud filled with a sort of “pasta.” Tho men stand around these troughs (thoy are like English pig troughs) and feed with their fingers. It is iu vain that their master lias tried to in duce them to eat out of plates with spoons. They broko the plates aud threw the spoons away. Presumably their idea is that sometimes there are lumps in tho food, which, fooling with their fingers, they are able to seize upon, so securing a largo share- —[National Review. LI HUNG CHANG. Rise and Public Career of the Bismarck of China. For Years He Has Been Vir tual Chief of China. The fact that one of tho greatest of living statesmen arrived, a few days ago, at his 76th year, has almost es caped the attention of tho press. The statesman in question is LI Hung Chang, who, for over a quarter of a century, has controlled the affairs of the oldest empire in the world. For the past thirty years every important negotiation with foreign governments has been practically conducted by Li Hung Chang on behalf of tbe Chinese Court; and the title of tho Bismarck of China has been, perhaps appro priately, applied to a man who em bodies the views of tbe Pekin au thorities as completely as the great Chancellor ever represented the policy of the German Empire. Li Huug Chang first rose into fame during the Taiping rebellion. When the empire seemed to be at its last gasp he stepped forward to the rescue and enlisted foreigners to aid in cruehiug out the gigantic insurrection which threat ened the overthrow of the imperial dynasty. To his action in sccuriug the assistance of the tye Chinese Gor don and other able mercenaries, may be attributed the suppression of the most formidable rebellion which has disturbed tho Chinese Empire during the past two hundred years. Li Hung Chang rapidly rose in favor, and in 1870 he was appointed Viceroy of the Imperial Province and Guardian of the Heir Apparent to tho Throne. These offices, with numbers of others, he has since held. It is not often that an L Orienial statesman has been able to hold his own for over twenty years against detractors and opponents, who commonly spring up to check the career and thwart tbe policy of prominent politicians iu the East; and it may t.nly be said that if it had not been for his sagacity in per ceiving the merit of foreign inven tions, and utilizing them to strengthen the empire, and at the same time to secure his own position as chief of state, Li Huug Chang would doubt less have shared the fate of other famous but less fortunate Chinese Premiers. He established a torpedo school, an arsenal, a railway and a foreign trained military force within his juris diction on lines which made him, be yond comparison, tho most powerful Viceroy in tbe empire. Even if policy had made it advisable to weaken his authority any attempt to do so would have been attended with so much danger that the palace government at Pekin would probably have shrunk from the endeavor. Happily for the empire, as well as for Li Hung Chang, the fact that his policy lias been suc cessful and that ho has never appar ently overstepped the limits of his authority have kept him firmly estab lished in office and in the favor of his sovereign. Li Lung Chaug shows no signs of decline, and it is probable that he will continue for years to coine to be the virtual chief of the Chinese Empire. It is to be hoped that this will prove tho case, for lie surpasses other Chin ese statesmen of the day in liberality of thought and action. Ho has a prudent appreciation of the strength and capacity of ‘Western nations, ami while he makes it his aim to maintain by every means within his grasp the power and influence of China, he pre fers diplomacy to forco in dealing with Europeans and Americans. Ho has improved immensely the defensive ability of tho empire, and while in this ho has served his own ends, lie has also hail in view the interests of his country. There can be no com parison between tho China of tho present and tho past, so far as military aud naval power are couccrncd. This should not be forgotten by American statesmen when called upon to pro vide for the protection of American interests iu the Pacific. — [New York Press. Anecdote of General Beauregard. The death of General Beauregard re calls to an old contributor to Harper’s Weekly tho unusual circumstances uuder which his last interview with Beauregard.took place. Ho writes: “AVlion iu Confederate service I was thrown in with General Beaure gard in a fairly singular manner, anil tho incident of my coming across him won d have made a neat episode for Archibald Forbes. It was (wo days nftor the fall of Columbian, South Carolina, nml I had been ordered ou ticklish service, which was to scout as near to Columbia as nossihle. “I hnd been working on from dawn, and fairly familiar witli the country, avoiding the roads, 1 hail taken short cuts across the woods. I made out beyond ac limp of trees a man, some what Nnpolcoiieequc in attitude, for his hands were cin«pcd behind his back. lie was striding to and fro be fore some embers. Peering through the thicket which screened me, 1 knew it was General Beauregard. It never would liavo done to have bounced in on him. My arrival was a surprise. Ho wheeled quickly, as if on a pivot, and faced me. 1 told him that if he remained an hour more where he was bivouacking, lie stood a fair chance of being captured. “lie certainly did not know the danger lie was in. I was probably much more excited than was General Beauregard, for he received the infor mation I gave him with perfect sang froid. Then lie called to an officer— who wa9 his aid, I suppose— who came in, tottering under an armful of wood, and addressed him in French. As I was familiar with French, I said, ‘General Beauregard, English or French arc about the same to me, so if you do uot wish me to understand what you are saying, I had better go away.’ I again explained conditions to him, giving him fuller details. In a few minutes the mule was harnessed, the wagon crashed through the brush, and that was the last I saw of General Beauregard. “AVanting to learn whether he re membered the incident, I wrote him in November, 1884, aud this is a por tion of his courteous reply: “I have a recollection of the incident, I have no doubt that you saw mo much troubled in mind. AVhcn you came suddenly upon me on tho road I was still in doubt as to which route to fol low.” “Two hours afterwards five com panies of United States cavalry, four hundred strong, were scouring that South Carolina wood.”—[Harper's AVcekly. Plenty of Beer Left. J. L. Dobbins, the former trapper and deer hunter of Reynolds County, Mo., Is spendiug a week at the Laclede. Mr. Dobbins has probably killed more deer and black bear be tween the east fork of Black River and Marble Creek than any hunter in Southwest Missouri. AVhile his long, silvery locks indicate his extreme age, his eyesight is yet good and not less than twenty deer have fallen before his AViuchester since November. “It’s no trouble to kill them, boys, but they are rather hard for a stranger to find,” remarked the old trapper to a group of listeners at the St. James. “1 have tramped all over the famous Bush Mountains, Cuford’s Range, the Shiitin, the twin Hills, the banks of the Big Black, Curreut River, Marble Creek and other places in tho south- cast for thirty years, and I know nearly every hill and rock iu the country. Of course, gamo is not as plentiful now as it was then, but it is all a mistaken idea about the deer being exterminated; there are plenty of them right now in the canebrakes and mountains of Southern Mis souri, but no hunting party from the city can find them; it takes us old managers to do that, and, as hunting is our living, wo are not very fast iu informing liuuting parties where to find them, but ou tho other hand we siecr them just as far away from tho game as possible. AVliilo I don’t pre- eumo one man out of ten from the city could kill a deer, they succeed iu frightening them out of tho country. These are the parties that arc respon sible for the statement that there are no deer in tho slate. They are in structed by tho hunters to go to this place anil that place until they become disgusted, shoot a few squirrels anil pull out for home with the impression that there was not a deer within 500 miles of where they wore hunting. — [St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Smoke Detrimental to Health. A St. Louis physician says that there is no doubt whatever that the adop tion of some practical raothod that will abate tho Buioke nuisance will greatly add to the health of the city as well as to the general comfort and cleanliness. It is a mistake to call the various de vices smoke consumers. You cannot consume smoke, but there are several plans by which tho nuisauce can be greatly lessened by condensing the soot, which is what makes the smoko so unpleasaut. Smoke thus free is much lighter, and will readily rise iu the air and be carried away; butladeu with soot aud ashes, it becomes heav ier tliau air, aud naluraily settles toward the ground, where high build ings prevent the wind sweeping it away. This soot-ladeu smoke is the cause of nearly all tho throat and lung diseases iu the city.— [Detroit Free Press. NO 38. CHILDREN’S COLUMN, BEGINNINGS. O mighty, mighty river, flowing down so deep and calm, AVlth the mills upon thy fingers and the ships upon thy palm! Tell me why thou never tallest, never grow- est weak and small. But with ever-swelling current brlngest down thy wealth to all? Quickly then the river answered: “Praise the little mountain spring, Ever sparkling, ever gushing, for the precious gifts I bring. “Far away among the forests, where the moss lies deep and cool, There tbe mill hums iu a crevice, and the ship swims in a pool!” —[James Buckham, in Harper’s Young Peo ple. “don’t LOOK AT TnK CLOCK.” This is the motto Thomas A. Edi son, the “electric king,” once gave to a boy who desired his advice ou get ting on in the world. Tho implica tion is obvious. An employe who measures out the time he gives to business by tho min ute, slopping in the midst of any work on which he happens to be engaged the instant the whistle blows, is uot a clerk to be depended on. Just as he watches the clock, so his employer watches him, realizing that he needs it. There is no heart in such working. The boy who starts in on a business career with no higher aim than to make each day seem as short as possi ble and to draw his salary on Satur day, is certain not to have his pockets weighed down with an increase in his pay. Don’t look at the clock, then. Time will pass no more quickly because of your doing so; the way to bring this about is to throw such zeal| and whole heartedness into the discharge of your duties that yon will forget sucb limi tations as time, which will then fly so swiftly that you will not note its pts- sage.— [Argosy. THE TtlREE CARAVELS OF COLUMBCS. Iu the days of Columbus ves els were generally called “caravels,” and it of considerable size for thoee timos they were called by the Spaniards uaos. AATien Queen Isabella determined to help Columbus to make his voyage, a royal order was sent to the city of Palos to fit out three caravels and to place them at the royal disposal. The city made a pretense of complying, but it was so well knowu that the ships wero for Columbus’s hazardous venture into the terrible western ocean that neither mouey nor force could get them equipped and manned. Over and over again the. people were as sembled iu tho public square and tbe order read with great pomp, but all in vain. Columbus, in his despair, begged that the prisons be opened and the convicts allowed to go with him. Finally, a ship-owner of Pulos, Martin Alonzo Pinzon, was induced, by an offer of a large share of the rewards iu case of discoveries, to make an active eflort to fit out the expedition. He was a popular sea-captain and a vigorous man of business, and it was entirely dne to him that Columbus was able to set sail from Palos ou his ever- memorable voyage. Piuzon con demned two of the caravels given by the town, aud substituted two stanch vessels of his own. One was a decked vessel of three hundred tons, large enough to be called a nao, and the other was a little thing with lateen sails, which was chosen on account of her light draught, iu case rivers had to be ascemled in the country they expected to discover. The nao was at first named the “Gallega,” but they renamed her the “Santa Maria.” Columbus took her for his flag-ship, for he held an admiral’s commission from Ferdinand and Isabella. The little lateen-rigged caravel was called the “Nina.” Of the three caravels offered by tbe town of Palos, tlio only ono which Pinzon considered seawor thy enough to accept was tbe “Pints,’> a boat about half as large as the Santa Maria, and rigged like her. His shrewdness iu rejecting tho others was fully proved before the expedi tion reached the Canaries; for it was discovered that the Pinla had been tampered with, aud had been pur posely weakened. A long delay iu tbe islauds was necessary to repair her. Such were the vessels in which Col umbus discovered America; one as large as a small schooner, and the other two about the size of lighters. Hnd he suspeclod the length of his journey, or knowu of the terrible storms which enu rage in the Atlantic Ocean, he never would bavo dared to venture out iu craft so frail. —[St. Nicholas. The New Orloaus Board of Trade rocomineuds the shipping aud hand ling of rice iu bulk instead of iu bag* as at present The Land of Dreams. I have a boat which every night A little alter candle-light, Spreads its white sails and floats away Far from the world of every day, To Land of Dreams. A fairy zephyr fills the sail, Then, in a sea of moonlight pale, 1 drift to land of elf and fay And watch these fairie folk at play, In Land of Dreams. And often I would linger there, But, softly speeding through the air, My boat so swiftly takes its way, That I am home at break of day From Laud of Dreams. HUMOROUS. If a giri’a face is her fortune, what’e the figure? A maker of artificial optics has got to have an eye out for business. “There is something iu your eye,” remarked the thread to the needle. Civilization has done its worst for the poor Indian when he won’t even hunt for a living. Snodgrass—AVhat a stingy man Jar- smith is. Suively—Yes; lie even ob jects if you make a joke at his ex pense. “Do you think that a ‘J’ in a man’s name is lucky, as some people say.” “Sure. Look at Job, and Jonah, and Jeremiah.” “AVhat ig the biggest thing you will see at the AVorld’s Fair?” asked Mrs. Fucasli. “My hotel bill,” replied her husband, gloomily. Barbers complain that their busi ness is not what it was fifteen years ago. They have to scrape hard to get a living nowadays. Guide—Now, you bo careful; many a tourist hns brokeu his ueck at this spot. Tourist (to his wife) —Augusta, you go first. Creditor—Tho consciences of those two bankrupts appear to be very elas tic. Assigaee—AVell, don’t you ex pect elasticity iu suspenders?” “How the wind comes iu through the the cracks of that door. They ought to be stripped.” “Stipped? No, no. They need more cloth tacked over them. “Doctor, when do you ihink a man weighs most?” asked a patient who was undergoing a course of dietary treatment. “A\ r hen he steps on my corns,” answered ihe doctor. Daughter (icokiug up from her novel)—Papa, iu time of trial what do yon, supposo brings the most com fort to a man ? Papa (who is distriot judge)—Au acquital, I should think. “Is his lordship at homo?” asked a a gentleman of a well-powdered flunky. “Don't know, sir, I’m sure. I will inquire.” He returned with the message, “No, sir; his lordship de sires me to say th it he has just gone out.” “Ah I thank you very much. Kindly give him my compliments and aud say I didn’t call!” Story of the Jonah Mine. Charles F. Danforth of Boise City, Idaho, is at the Shermau House. “I used to be a miner away down- in tho southwest corner of Idaho,’’ said Mr. Danforth. “AVe had a big mining camp down there, between Topaz aud Squaw Creek. And it was as tough a camp as you’d wish to meet iu a day’s walk. There were two great partners iu tho camp, known simply as Bill and Joe. You never saw two such close friends—thoy ate, drauk, slept, shot and worked to gether. Joe anil Bill had a ciaim about a mile from camp. Of all the fellows iu the camp thoy had - the worst luck. Their mine scarcely paid their whiskey bill, to say nothing of their losses at poker. The poor boys were notorious for their bad luck. “Finally thoy concludoil our camp was a ‘Jouah’ for thorn and that they would sell out anil leave. Of course, they couldn’t sell such a dead mine in our region, so they decided that Bill should travel to parts where it had never been heard of and endeavor to ‘unload’ the mino, while Joe should stay and continue work. Boforo Bill departed they between them fixed up a lot of Ihe most monstrous and seduc tive lies ever dreamed of. “Bill sallied forth, armed to the teeth, as it were, to snare the un wary, and his glowing description of their mine very nearly landed a pur chaser a time or two. .Too worked away patiently at the mine. Finally one day, about a week after BUI had left, he struck it rich. He rushed to the telegraph office nud seut the fol lowing message to Bill: “Don’t sell the mine. Our lies are all true.”—[Chicago News. The average annual income of evory fanner iu Suiter County, California, is about $8000, anil the average as sessed property is about $2000 to eaeh voter.

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The Fayetteville news. (Fayetteville, Ga.) 18??-????, April 28, 1893, Image 1