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BESSIE KEKDJtH'K'S JOURNEY,
“Cars stop twenty minutes!” called out
t'omiuqtor llicliardsoii at Allen's Junction.
Them as tho train cafeno to a dead halt he
junuica down upop the depot platform, ran
aldhg front of the lonic line of passen
ger cars, where the engine was standing,
and, swinging himself into the cab, said to
the engineer:
“ Frank, 1 want you to come back to the
first passenger coach and see a little girl
that I don’t hardly know what to make of.”
Frank nodded, without speaking, delib
erately wiped his oily, smoky hands in a
buneb-of ** waste,” took a look at his grim,
dustv face in the narrow* little mirror that
hung beside the steam gauge, pulled off his
short frock, put on a coat, changed his lit
tle black, greasy cap for a soft felt hat,
taking these “ dress-up ” articles from the
tender-box. where an engineer always has
something stowed away for an emergency,
and wont back to the car as requested.
lie entered the car and made his way to
the seat where the kind-hearted conductor
sat, talking to a bright-looking little girl,
about nine years old, oddly dressed m a
woman’s shawl and bonnet.
ieaerul of the passengers w*cre grouped
around the seat, evidently interested in the
child, who wore a sad. and prematurely
old countenance, but seemed to l>e neither
timid nor confused.
“ Here is the engineer.” said the conduc
tor. kindly, as Frank approached.
She held up her hand to him, with a win
some smile breaking over her pinched little
face, and said:
“ My papa was an engineer before he be
came sick and went to live on a farm in
Montana. He is dead and my mamma is
dead. She died before Willie and Susie.
My papa used to tell me that after he should
be dead there would be no one to take care
of me. and then 1 must get on the cars and
go to bis old home in Vermont. And he
said if the conductors would not let me
ride because I hadn’t any ticket, I must
ask for the engineer and tell him that I
was James Kendrick's little girl, and that
he used to run on the M — &S— road.”
• The pleading blue eves were now suf
fused with tears; but she did not cry after
the manner of children in general.
-Engineer Frank stooped dow n and kissed
her very tenderly ; and then as he brushed
the tears away from his own eyes, said :
• “Well, my dear, so you are little Bes
sie Kendrick, f rather think a merciful
Providence guided you aboard this train.
Then, turning round to the group of
passengers, he went on :
“I knew Jim Kendrick well. He was a
TOn out of ten thousand. When I first
came to Indiana, before T got acclimated,
I was sick a great part of the time, so that
I could not work ; find I got homesick and
discouraged—couldn't keep my board-bill
paid up, to say nothing of my doctor bill,
nml doin't much care whether i lived <©r
died. '
One day when the pay-car came along
and the men were getting their monthly
wages, there wasn't a cent coming to me ;
for I* hadn't been free from the ague, nor
.worked an hour for the last month.
1 felt So ‘'blue’' that 1 sat down on a
pile of railroad ties and leaned my elbows
on my knees, with my head in my hands,
and cried like a great hoy, out of sheer
homesickness and discouragement.
Pretty soon one came along and said, in
a voice that sounded like sweet music in
my ears, for l hadn't found much real sym
pathy, although the hoys were all good to
me in their way, “ You've been having a
rough time of it and must let me help you
out.”
I looked up and there stood Jim Ken
drick, with his month's pay in his hand.
He took out from the roll of hills a twenty
dollar note and held it out to me.
T knew he had a sickly wife and two or
three children, and that lie had a hard time
of it himself to pull through from one
month to the other, so I said, half ashamed
of tears that were still streaming down my
face, ; “ indeed, I cannot take the money.
You must need it yourself.”
“ Indeed, you will take it, man,” said
Jim. “You will he all right in a few days
and then you can pay it hack. Now come
home with me to supper and see the babies.
It will do you good.”
T took the note and accepted the invita
tion, and after that went to his house fre
quently, until lie moved away and 1 grad
ually lost sight of him. I had returned
the loan; hut it was impossible to repay
the good that little act of kindness done
me, and I guess Jim Kendrick's little girl
won’t want for anything ii 1 can prevent
it.”
Then, turning again to the child, whose
bright blue eyes were open wide now. the
engineer said ;
“I'll take you home with me, when we
get up to Wayne. My wife will fix you
up, and we'll write and find out whether
those Vermont folks want you or not. If
they do, Mary or F shall go .on with you.
Hut, if they don't care much about having
you, you shall stay with us and be our lit
tle girl, for we have none of our own.
You look very much like your lather. God
bless him.”
Just then the eastern train whistled, and
engineer Frank vanished out ol the ear
door and went forward to his engine, wip
ing his eyes with his coat sleeve, while the
conductor and passengers could not sup
press the tears this little episode evoked
during tlie twenty minutes' stop at Allen s
Junction.
Bleaching' Cotton.
Tt is a well-established fact that cotton
cloth that is bleached by chemical processes
before it goes into market does not wear as
well as that which is unbleached, and is
very liable in time to turn yellow ; also, it
is very much harder to sew upon it. Sheets
and pillow cases can be made up far
quicker before cotton has been wet. and al
lowance can be made for shrinking; in
deed, any garment can be made if this
item is borne in mmd. Make a good suds
of soft water and lye soap, if you have it;
put the cotton cloth in cold suds and bring
it to a boil: then take the cloth or gar-
$1.50 A YEAR.
ment out. and when cool spread wit on the
grass. Have a tub of suds close bv. so as
to dip the goods in once each day. In
three days thev will he blenched toasuow y
whiteness, and keep white till worn out.
This is the way our grandmothers bleach
ed their marvelous webs of linen and dam
ask. ami it is too good a practice to be for
gotten. or go out of use. When the apple
trees are in bloom, spread out garments
that have turned yellow, after boiling in
suds, and they will be cleansed white as
snow.
The Romm Kal Killer.
Bridges Smith's Paper.
A rather tall man. with a nose like a
muffin, went into a Main street boarding
house, one day last week, and asked for a
dinner.
“Owing to the general depression of
business and the consequent scarcity of the
rhino,” said the proprietor, looking the
tall man over, “a dinner will cost you
thirty-five cents, in advance.”
** f have nothing about me but a check on
a Boston bank.” observed the tall man.
“Checks on Boston banks ain't worth a
copper,” remarked the landlord ; “I guess
you’ll have to dine more sumptuously else
where.”
“Can’t I do something for my* dinner?”
asked the tall man. as a hungry pang grip
ped him.
“ You can pay,” said the proprietor, im
pressively.
“ You give me my dinner.” said the tall
man, “ and I’ll agree to clean your house
of every rat in it. I have performed the
feat in many hotels’ throughout the coun
try, with most satisfactory results.
The proprietor accepted the bargain as a
most advantageous one to himself, and the
tall man seated himself at the table, where
he did fearful execution among the victuals.
He finished his dinner in half an hour,
picked his teeth with a fork, called for a
cigar, and proceeded to enjoy it.
"Now. then,” said tiic proprietor, when
the tall man had finished his smoke, “let’s
get to business. Go for the rats.”
“ Ah, yes,” returned the tall man ; “with
pleasure.' Procure me a light iron bar,
about four feet in length, and 1 will pro
ceed to business.”
The bar of iron was produced, and the
loafers gathered around to witness the in
teresting proceedings.
“Now, begin,” said the proprietor.
“ Where will you commence first ?”
“ Right here,” replied the tall man, as
he carefully rolled hack his cull's, spit on
his hands, and grasped the iron bar firmly,
while the proprietor stood by with great
anxiety depicted on his countenance.
“ Now, said the tall man, impressively,
as he slowly elevated the bar, “ arc }'ou all
ready?”
“All ready,” returned the proprietor,
excited!}'.
" Then,” said the tall man, “bring on
your rats.”
For the next five minutes the excitement
of an entire Presidential election tilled the
room. When it subsided the tall man was
nowhere to he seen, and the proprietor
was standing before a glass, tying an oys
ter over his left eye. The rats still revel
in their native freedom.
JclTenioii'g Political Maxims.
1. Legal equality of human beings.
2. The people the only source of legiti
mate power.
3. Absolute and lasting severance of
church and State.
4. Freedom, sovereignty and independ
ence of the respective States.
5. The Union a compact—neither a con
solidation nor a centralization.
0. The constitution of the Union a spe
cial written grant of powers, limited and
definite.
7. No hereditary office, nor order nor
title.
8. No taxation beyond he public want.
0. No national debt, if possible.
10. No costly splendor of administra
tion.
11. No proscription of opinion nor of
public discussion.
12. No unnecessary interference with in
dividual property or speech.
13. The civil paramount to the military
authority.
14. The representative to obey the in
structions of his constituents.
15. No favored classes, no monopolies.
10. Elections free and suffrage universal.
17. No public money expended except
by warrant of specific appropriation.
18. No mysteries in government inacces
sible to the public eye.
19. Public compensation for public ser
vices, moderate salaries and pervading
economy and accountability.
Itidn't Unite (uderstaiid.
Two men went into breakfast at the Na
tional yesterday. One called over what
he wanted and when the waiter asked the
other what he would have.he said—
Bring me in a duplicate.”
The waiter dashed of! in a dazed sort of
a way, but soon returned. He didn’t want
to display his ignorance and concluded to
try strategy to gain light on the subject.
“ Will you have it rare or well done?”
he inquired.
“ Well done, of course ! who ever heard
of a rare duplicate.” •
More mystified than ever, the waiter
made a break for the kitchen. He returned
with two breakfasts, and in a knowing sort
of a way remarked—
“ Duplicates all out, bess !”
HARTWELL, GA„ WEDNESDAY, MARCH 28, 1877.
THE QUADRUPLE HANGING.
T*
A Tearful anti Solemn Mceue at Aiken,
Month Carolina.
Speriml Dispatch to the Charleston Xtirs rf Courier.
Aiken, S. C., March 16. —The terrible
tragedy is ended, and four souls blackened
witn crime have been l&unched into etern
ity. Two ministers vrtkv present with the
culprits this morning, and administered
spiritual comfort. Twfc of the prisoners,
Johnson and Brown formally married the
wives with whom they had been living for
many years, and received the rite of bap
tism.
In preparing the gallows Sheriff Holley,
who planned it. took every precaution to
prevent any mishap. The scaffold was
erected in the courthouse yard. just out
side of the jail enclosure, but in bill view
of its whole eastern side. It was construct
ed on anew plan. The main frame was of
solid eight by eight timber, twenty-four
feet from end to end, and the cross piece
fifteen feet from the ground, and it was
braced and supported on every side.
Through five holes four feet apart were
suspended the ropes. Inside of this frame
was the scaffold, the top of which was six
feet from the ground. The prisoners stood
in a line facing the east upon a trap door
running from end to end, which was kept
up by supports under each man. all con
necting with a rolling beam in front of the
scaffold. This beam passed under the
stairs leading down from the scaffold, and
at a signal from the sheriff the whole beam,
removing the supports, fell, giving all the
prisoners a fall of at least four feet. It
was surrounded by Slate militia, called out
by the sheriff, and formed in a square.
About 11 o’clock Adam Johnson. Nel
son Brown. Lucius Thomas and John H.
Dennis, handcuffed in pairs, were brought
out. clad in long gowns of white longcloth,
and in their stocking feet. They were sur
rounded by a special guard of six mem
bers of the Palmetto Rifle Club, the sheriff
and two colored preachers leading the way,
and they advanced singing hymns, and
when they mounted the gallows they were
released.
One preacher lined out the hymn “ Come
ve that Love the Lord," and all joined in.
The other parson reaiUthe service. Each
of the condemned men then addressed the
assembly. There were over 4,000 persons
present of all colors, ages and sexes. The
prisoners were all remarkably self-possess
ed, and spake with perfect composure.
Thomas and Dennis laughed a great deal as
if to impress upon the multitude their read
iness to die, the former in a nervous man
ner holding the rope in his hand and keep
ing time with the singing. Their sneaking
occupied a half hour. Adam urged all his
hearers to lead good lives. Johnson in
sisted on the son of his old master stand
ing by him to the last. Brown said he did
not dread death, as he felt that he was
going right to glory. Dennis said that
whiskey caused their sin, and laid the
blame on Johnson. He spoke in a tone of
bitterness towards the whites. Thomas,
the youngest, spoke last. He said that he
was converted four years ago, and was
1 commanded to preach God's gospel and
failed to do so. He described the murder,
confessing for the first time his participa
tion in the killing. He said that brother
Adam had struck the first two blows, and
that brother Nelson went in and struck two
also. He. influenced by the great adver
sary, struck only one. He then spoke
about the fire, charging Adam and Nelson,
but they contradicted him. and Dennis in
terrupted, saying “ I did that.” He bade
adieu to the crowd, praying that he might
meet all in the paradise of God.
The whole scene was intensely solemn,
and every one seemed to feel it. The ut
most quiet prevailed from first to last
; throughout the large assemblage. When
they had finished their remarks their arms
were pinioned and the black caps drawn
over their heads. The sheriff, who showed
great emotion, then descended, and step
ping on the pedal at the foot of the stairs,
launched the four men into eternity sosud
| denly that few were aware how it was done.
Your correspondent is informed that no
evidence of suffering was visible in the
faces or limbs of the victims. Johnson and
Dennis only slightly moving their lower
limbs, and in ten minutes all were entirely
dead. The bodies were given to their
friends for burial.
The sheriff received this morning Gov
ernor Hampton’s reprieve of thirty days
for Steve Anderson. He was brought out.
It is doubtful whether his sentence will be
commuted or not. McKvoy, the murderer
of Col. Gregg, now under sentence of
death, but whose case is before the Su
preme Court, witnessed the whole scene
from his cell. The scene was terribly im
pressive throughout, and the effect will be
salutary.
A Conscientious Jury.
An old story is well retold in a recent
issue of a Southern journal, as follows :
“A jury in Alabama had been empan
eled in the case of a Mr. Johnson, charged
with killing his wife. The evidence was
positive and conclusive, leaving no doubt
of bis speedy conviction. To the amaze
ment, of all, the jury, after a short absence,
returned a verdict: “ Guilty of horse
stealing.” The judge, astonished, asked
an explanation, stating that the indictment
was not for horse stealing, but manslaugh
j ter. The foreman, with his hand upon a
huge law book, and with an amusingly dig-
I nifiied air, informed the court that ‘ it was
not a case of manslaughter, hut woman
slaughter, for which the law made no pro
vision, but being satisfied the man deserved
to be hanged ; they hail brought in a ver
dict of horse stealing, which, in that coun
try would be sure to hang him.”
Mure About Xnuey Hurt.
White t Historical Collections of (tcoryia.
On one occasion, when information as to
what was transpiring on the Carolina side ,
of the river was anxiously desired by the
troops on the Georgia side, no one could be
induced to cross the river to obtain it. |
Nancy promptly offered to discharge the
perilous duty. Alone, the dauntless hero
ine made her way to the Savannah River ;
but finding no mode of transport across,
she procured a few logs, and, tying them
together with a grape-vine, constructed a
raft. upon which she crossed, obtained the
desired intelligence, returned, and commu
nicated it to the Georgia troops.
On another occasion, having met a Tory
on the road, and entering into eonversa
; tion with him, so as to divert his attention,
j she seized his gun, and declared that unless
'lie immediately took up the line of march
| for a fort not far distant, she would shoot
| him. The dastard was so intimidated, tliut
; lie actually walked before the brave wn
i man, who delivered him to the commander
| of die American fort.
Nancy, with several other women and u
number of small children, were once left
in a fort, the men having gone some dis
tance, probably for provisions, when the
fort was attacked by a party of Tories and
savages. At this critical period, when fear
had seized women and children, to such an
extent as to produce an exhibition of in
describable confusion. Mrs. Hart called in
to action all the energies of her nature. In
the fort there was one cannon, and our he
roine, after endeavoring in vain to place it
in a position so that its fire could reach the
enemy, looked about for uid. and discover
ed a young man hid under a cow-hide ; she
immediately drew him from his retreat,
and threatened him with immediate death
unless he instantly assisted her with the
cannon. The young man. who well knew
that Nancy would carry her threats into
execution unless he obeyed, gave her his
assistance, and she fired the cannon, which
so frightened the enemy that they* took to
their heels.
Once more, when Augusta was in pos
session of the British, the American troops
in Wilkes, then under the command of
Colonel Elijah Clarke, were very anxious
to know something of the intentions of the
British. Nancy assumed the garments of
a man, pushed on to Augusta, went boldly
into the British camp, pretending to he
crazy, and by this means was enabled to
obtain much useful information, which she
hastened to lay before the commander,
Colonel Clarke.
Since this sketch was written Hart Coun
ty was formed, and it was proposed to call
the capital “ Nftncyviile,” which we are
glad they did not do.
Lt I's be .More Social.
In order to increase the sum of human
happiness, we should cultivate kind and
fraternal feelings with one another. A true
life consists in something else than simply
accumulating property. We do not anil
cannot “ live by bread alone.” A writer
discourses on this subject most beautifully
as follows :
“ The sole object and aim of too many
individuals seems to he to get gain, “grab
all.” let the consequences he what they
may to others. The desire to accumulate
wealth, regardless of the comfort and social
happiness of our neighbors, and the inter
change of friendly sentiment, should he ig
nored. On the other hand, we should so
live and act that the generous impulses
of our hearts would prompt us to extend
the hand of fellowship to all of our neigh
bors, and looking them squarely in the eye,
feel glorious inward consciousness that we
had never wronged them in thought, word
or action. Then let little deeds of love
he done ; let the principles of the golden
rule be exemplified in daily lives ; let us he
more social, and cultivate our convival
qualities by frequent interchanges of friend
ly greeting at social gatherings ; let no ar
istocracy he acknowledged suve that of in
tellect; let us make them what they should
he by cherishing a love for the beautiful,
so that
“ Blessings may us attend forever ;
And whatever we may pray for or do,
May our lives be one grand endeavor
To type the pure, the good and the true !”
<on 111 n’t Keep a I.it tie HUil.
“ Some visitors are coming, and you must
keep a little still this afternoon.” remarked
a Chicago teacher to ln r pupils one day
lately.
•• We can't keep a little ‘still.’ or a big
one. either,” chimed in one lad, “least
wise we can't unless we pay a government
license !”
The teacher then remembered that the
boy was the son of a former revenue de
faulter, and pardoned his remark.
—
You Cannot Hide Tt ! “ That Catarrh
spoils your voice.” Dr. J. 11. McLean’s
Wonderful Catarrh Snuff soothes and heals
all irritation in the nose, head or throat, a
sure cure. Trial boxes 50 cents by mail.
Dr. J. H. McLean, 314 Chestnut, St.
Louis.
FINNY SAYINGS AND DOINGS.
Strong butter: A billy goat.
A Massachusetts man named Corkscrew
has mimed his babjr Guulel.
F.very person should put by something
for a rainv day. Au umbrella is a very
good thiug.
When Johns became too numerous in
tlie Smith family, the name Jack, was sub
stituted, which name is a sort of demi
john.
Hope on, hope ever. Normal, tha
daughter of Enoch, was five hundred and
eighty years old when she was married.
Courage, girls!
“ Who was the meekest man?” asked a
Sunday School teacher. “ Moses. " Very
well; who was the meekest womanY”
“ Never was any.”
A young lady, writing to her swain, is
said to have indited: “ Dear :—Come
and sec us soon. Wo have just get a new*
lamp, that will turn down and make it de
liciously dark.”
Western paper, in describing an accident
recently, says with much candor, “ Dr.
Jones was called, mid under his prompt
and skillful treatment the young man died
on Wednesday night.”
Grant ruled 8 years Ktrociously. and then
8 bad men Stained, threw out 8 thousand
ballots, thus elev Sting a thirdrS Storney to
the Presidents until 1880. Such istbe lHr
history of these Lniteii Stßs.
NIMRER 31.
A Rhode Island man has written a lec
ture entitled ** Whom Shall 1 Marry?”
It is a fine work, but so far as we are able
to see. holds to the old opinion that after
all there is nothing better than a woman
for a man to marry.
“Father, did you ever have another
wife besides mother?” “No. my boy;
what possessed you to ask such a question?”
“ Because 1 saw in the old family Bible
that you married Anna Domini, I860; and
that ain't mother, for her name is Sally
Smith.”
A tramp was arrested in New Jersey
last week, taken before a magistrate and
sentenced for four months. The justice,
in explaining the sentence remarked that
while there was no evidence that the pris
nor had been guilty of any crime, he thought
it prudent to commit him, as he had tho
wild, haggard, desparing look of a man
about to start a newspaper.
A florist was showing an Irishman over
his establishment the other day.
“ Now,” said he, “ we'll just look in for
a moment at the germinating house.”
" Tho German'ailing house, is it!” re
plied the other. “ Truth and Pin glad, fur
it's hungry lain. But isn't tharc some
Irish drinking saloon, just as handy?”
During a debate in tlie Victoria legis
lature an unfortunate loyal Liberal whose
education had been sadly neglected, was
reading out a document to the House and
vainly* endeavoring to decipher an obscure
letter. Turning to his next friend, he asked
anxiously: “Is that a hem ora hen?”
“Oh,” replied his friend, “call it a hen,
ami move that it lay on the table.”
Ttisa great blessing to have a helpful
wife. There was once a half-witted fellow
who informed his father that he was about
to marry. “ Why Charles,” said the old
man, “ you cannot support yourself. What
a fool to think of getting married.” “I
know it father,” replied Charles; “I can
pretty nearly support myself, and it does
seem as if a wife ought to help me some.”
After the battle of < ’hattanooga the sur
geons made several incisions in the leg of
a soldier who had been wounded in the
knee by a musket hall. Out of patience
at last, the soldier exclaimed : “ Why are
you carving me up so?” “We’re trying
to find the hall,” answered a surgeon.
“ Why didn’t you ask for the hall in the
first place?” indignantly cried the soldier;
” here it is in my vest pocket!”
Two Dutchmen once got into dispute
about the English language, each one con
tending that he could command the best.
They made abet at length, and appointed
a judge to decide betwlien them, ami accor
dingly they began.
“ Yell, Chon,” said the first, did it rain
to-morrow ?”
“ I shall tink it vash,” said John.
Wasn't that judge in a quandary?”
As the car sped up Shawmut avenue his
arm began to steal around her waist and his
head inclined lovingly, unconscious of ob
servation. Just as the car approached
Sawyer street the conductor thrust his
head inside and shouted “Saw-j'er,” close
to Hayseed's head. The latter, hastily
drawing himself into form, indignantly re
marked: “ You needn’t er howled it
through the car if you did ; we're engaged !”
and the rest of the passengers set their faces
toward the driver and grinned.
Mister how do you sell sugar this morn
ing? said a newly married young man. as
he entered one ofthe stores on Main street.
Only twelve cents a pound, replied the
merchant.
Can't afford it, I'll drink my coffee with
out sugar and kiss my wife for sweetening.
Good day sir.
Good day. When you get tired of that
kind of sweetening, please call again.
I will.
He called the next day and bought sev
eral pounds of sugar.
A chap who had. perhaps, read a news
paper item about how a street car was
cleared of passengers in short order when
a man in the centre of the ear announced
that he had the small-pox, tried the game
on a Detroit car. Getting aboard the car,
lie sat down beside a big fisted naan and
remarked : I don’t suppose you object
to riding beside a smallpox patient, do
you?” **Notin the least.’’ replied the
big man, “ but as some of the other pas
sengers may, I shall heave you out!”
Thereupon he took the joker bv the collar
and leg, carried him to the platform, and
aud ohot him far out into a big rno'v drift.