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letter from South Carolina's Srabonril. Sullivan Island, Aug. 21, 1877. Dear Sun : As I sit in my easy chair, listening to the ceaseless roar of old ocean thundering on the beach, and see the sand dotted with men, women and little children (and, by-the-way, the infantry is ever rep resented here in large numbers), I thought a line about our seaside resort would not be amiss this sultry weather. The Island, as your readers are doubtless aware, is situated about five miles from Charleston, and was given to the State by General Sullivan many years ago. Here we have the site of Fort Moultrie, of Revolutionary fame. A more modem fort now stands in its place, and during the late war well sus tained the reputation of its ancestor of '7G. The grave of Osceola, the celebrated In dian ehief lies here, enclosed by a neat iron railing—a simple marble slab, inscribed “ Osceola, Warrior, Patriot; died 1838.” It is a spot much sought after by the strangers who visit our Island, and they listen with eager attention to an old gen tlemen here, who has personal remem brances of the Chief. It would be very refreshing for you to see with what evident delight men from the dusty, hot, sultry city enjoy the plunge into the open arms of old ocean ; and not men and boys only—but see ! there comes, daintily tripping from the bathing house, a form most divinely fair, clad in an exquis ite bathing suit—and lo 1 there's another ! and another! until we have a sprinkling of the fair sex plunging in the surf. To see these dear creatures sporting in the waves, and to h*ar their clear, ringing peals of laughter (like silver bells) as a huge billow breaks over them, engulfing them for a moment, is a sight which makes a con firmed (not to say confounded) old bache lor like the writer wish he were young again. We have as fine surf bathing as there is in the North, so the knowing ones inform us. The surf bathing, although the great est, is by no means the only attraction we can offer. You can take your choice of riding, driving, sailing, rowing, or walking on the beach. Of a bright moonlight night as we ponder along, thinking upon many perplexing subjects, or gazing thoughtfully at old Fort Sumter which looms up a short distance out at sea, we occasionally pass a young couple arm m arm slowly moving along; from her half averted face, and his muttering about “ Women’s vows are traced on sand,” we suppose it’s the old, old story, as old as the waves of old ocean itself, which lies like a sea of silver under the bright beams of the moon. We mutter “bosh! non sense !” and move on. Bachelors arc not, however, competent of judging of such matters. We also have for the sterner sex, settled men, a never failing source of pleasure in our endless variety of fishing. One can in a few hours catch a fine “ mess ” of Whit ing, Skip Jack, and Trout weighing from two to five pounds. Off the rocks with a fishing rod and reel line you have good sport with Sheep-head, a fine fish of 8 to 10 pounds ; Bass, a very game and delicate one, generally from 5 to 10 pounds ; Drum, a noisy fellow, from 5 to 10 pounds, and if your inclination suit and you are not afraid of paying tribute to Neptune, the Black Fish banks are very inviting; parties of five frequently catch two to three hundred in a morning’s fish—haul up three at a time, good big fellows from 3 to 5 pounds. Our “Hops” form quite an attraction to those who love to “ trip it on the light, fantastic toe.” A party from your State, about twenty ladies and gentlemen, spent a week with us and participated in all of the above mentioned amusements. IN ith a fine surf, good board and Accommodation, first-class society, as handsome young ladies as can be found anywhere, cool, delightful, nights and mornings, we cannot sec why our Island should not become a famous seaside resort. Hoping to have the pleasure of meeting a large delegation from Hart next summer, I remain, yours truly, Drum Fish. A Trip to the t’entre of the World. A correspondent of the Toccoa Herald , who had the Hardyhood to attempt a visit to the above historic spot, thus describes his adventures and impressions : On the morning of the 11th inst., I yielded to an attraction that I have been resisting all my life. This gravitation or attraction toward the “ Centre of the World” has been the prolilic source of many falls, wounds and bruises in my past life. Yet I was swayed by this mysterious influence, and early Saturday morning I set out for the Centre of the world, or Hartwell Camp Ground. Without the oc currence of any wonderful adventure, I reached the camp at 4 o’clock p. m. Philosophers and Geologists entertain the theory that the world’s centre is com posed of a burning, boiling, seething, niol ten mass, whence volcanos are supplied with the burning lava that they belch forth : from their craters during an eruption. I I saw nothing of the kind, but I did have ithe exquisite pleasure of feasting my eyes |on that rare excellence of feminine bea,uty fchat constitutes one of the chief attractions ipf N. E. Georgia. The cordial welcome Extended to visitors by the tent holders, Boon made me feel perfectly at home, ■hey vied each other in their hospitalities. B am especially indebted to my kind friends ■ Old B.” anu his lady for the liberal hos ■talities I shared at their hands. They VOL. II—NO. 1. surpassed even the proverbial “ Old Vir ginia welcome.” By-the-way, 1 had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of Mr. McGill, who is associated with The Hartwell Sun. 1 have long known Thk Sun to be a spicy sheet, hut 1 did not know where its spice was manufactured. I now know that Messrs. Benson & McGill are fully equal to the task of running a first-class spice mill. I left the campground after three o'clock services Sabbath afternoon. Very reluct antly did I tear myself away from the so cial and spiritual enjoyments of the occa sion. During my sojourn. I had the pleas ure of listening to some very able and in teresting sermons. A large number of persons were in attendance ; supposed on Sunday to be about fifteen hundred. There seemed to be an undercurrent of religious feeling prevailing on Saturday, but it was dispelled to a greater or less extent on Sunday by the presence of those who came not to be edifieu. but to enjoy themselves socially. It is a lamentable truth that our camp meetings rarely ever accomplish much good on Sunday for the reasons above stated. I enjoyed the meeting very much and will not soon forget the kindness of the many friends whom I met there. In the section of country over which I traveled I found crops generally very good, in some localities ram is needed badly and crops will soon suffer, without it. 11. J. The Ittill-l>oir and the Incendiary. Wilber J. Derman, of the firm of Di vine, Dußois & Cos., says the Ellenville (N. Y.) Journal , the hero of the Morsston bur glar tights, was awakened at midnight on Thursday last by the tramp of a horse. A moment’s listening convinced him that the sound he heard came from the barn near the store where he slept, and that someone was leading the horse out of the barn. Tojump out of bed, seize his gun —a double-barrel shot-gun, each barrel loaded with seven buckshot—and run to the window was the work of an instant. As he looked from the window a horseman dashed past at full speed. Derman threw forward the gun and blazed away, then seized a tin horn, which his past experi ence had taught him to keep near him for an alarm, and ran down stairs. Here was chained a bull-dog, one of the most feroci ous of his kind. Herman slipped the chain, threw open the side door of the store, yelled, “Cos for him, old fellow,” and the old fellow did go for him. The dog evidently knew what was wanted, for he bounded over the fence and made straight across the fields, in a course that would lead him to the road w r herc it turn ed, about a quarter of a mile from the store. Derman hurried after the dog, and saw in the road 100 yards distant the figure of the man and horse. He fired the other bar rel of the gun, which he still carried, and was hurrying on, when it occurred to him that he was in a poor plight for a fight, with no clothes on, and an empty gun and a tin horn as weapons. So he turned back. As he turned he saw that the lumber piles behind the depot were on fire. Derman blew his horn, and in an instant Mr. Pres ton Dußois came hurrying from his house, aud soon the inhabitants of the little town were out in force. Two fires were discov ered, in the lumber behind the freight house, another in the pile behind the depot. The former was soon extinguished, but the latter was too far advanced. All that could be done was to keep it from spread ing to the neighboring lumber piles and dwellings. As it was, the depot eating house water-tank, and about 700,000 feet of lumber were burned. While the citizens were all busy fight ing fire the bull-dog came trotting back in to the crowd. He had a welt over one eye, a cut on his forehead, and his head was be smeared with blood evidently not his own. The people ran when they saw the beast, for he is the terror of the neighborhood, and so one of the clerks chained him in the store. Half an hour afterward the stolen mare came slowly walking back with bri dle broken, and a wound on her side evi dently made by the teeth of the dog. The fire was raging, and no one thought of leav ing then, but next morning search was made, and about a quarter of a mile from the store was found a place on the road where there had evidently been a terrible struggle. The tracks of horse, dog and man were mingled. Then in the slab fence which lines the road was found a place where some large body had crawled through breaking the thin edges of the plank in do ing so. On one of these edges were found a few hairs, as of a man’s head, gray in color, with indications that they had been dyed. Beyond these, nothing was found. The incendiary and horse-thief had escaped, but how he managed to get away from the savage bull-dog, and who he is, are mysteries not yet solved in Morss ton. .Startling Effect of Blue Ulnnn, Is there yet one disbeliever in the po tency of “ blue glass?” If so, let him read and tremble at the discoveries of an acute observer, recorded in the Burlington Hawk-Eye : The other day we watched a sickly looking house fly crawling across a pane of blue glass in a south window. It crawled very slowly, and by the time it had gone two inches it was as big as a blue bottle. It developed into a bumblebee in less time than it takes to li—to write about it; when it got to the middle of the pane it was as big as a robin, and when it reached the sash it flew on the center table and laid a big double-yolk egg. cackled wildly for a second, and* then with a wild scream dashed through the window, seized a Brahma roos ter in its terrible talons, and soaring aloft, a disappearing mote in the grand disk of the sun. it was soon lost to view.” HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY, AUGUST W, 1577. Klmm. Here is a classification of kisses in rhyme : “ There is a formal kiss of fashion ; And a burning kiss of passion ; A father's kiss, A sister’s kiss to move. There's a traitor's kiss for gold, Like a serpent's clammy fold. A first kiss, A stolen kiss. Ami the thrilling kiss of love. A meeting kiss, A maiden kiss, A kiss when fond hearts sever. Hut the saddest kiss On earth is this— A kiss to part forever!” An Idyl of Ice-Cream. llurlington Hawk-Eye. It was the wild midnight. The fame I midnight was off watch and had gone to | bed three hours before. A storm brooded over the eastern heavens. It was a thor ough brood storm, llopbrewed, for it is coming from the 3 r east. Hawkeye creek was rolling tumultuously in its sandy bed. A lithe form cowered at the garden gate. Many a manly form has been coward at just such gates, ever since summer nights and gnats and beauty and love and .J une bugs were invented. “lie does not come,” she murmured, softly, as she peered into the darkness. “ f cannot see him. 1 will call him.” She was wrong. If she couldn’t see him she certainly couldn’t call him with the same hand. A manly step came scraping down the sidewalk. It was Desmond. She threw open the gate, and the next instant he clasped in his great strong arms twenty-seven yards of foulard, three yards of ruching, seven dozen Breton buttons and a pompadour panier as big as a dog house. It was all his own. “Allis lost,” he exclaimed. “Con stance de Belvidere, the Russians have crossed the Balkans. We must fly.” Constance was a noble girl. She only said : “ Whither shall we fly ?” He wanted to fly to some lone desert isle, but she submitted an amendment pro viding that they should liy to the ice-cream saloon They flew. In the crowded saloon, where the soft light fell upon fair women and brave men, and the insects of the summer night fell in the ice-cream freezer. They spoke no word. When two sentient human beings are en gulfing spoonfuls of cornstarch and eggs and skim milk, language is a mockery. At length Desmond broke the tender si lence. He said : “ More dearest?” She smiled and bowed her lovely head, but did not speak. She was too full for ut terance. Desmond gloomily ordered more. And more when that was gone. And a supple ment to that. Cloom sat enthroned upon his brow. Constance saw it. She said : “ What is it, dearest?” A dreadful suspicion stabbed her heart like a knife. “Desmond,” she said, “you are not tired of me, darling?” “By Heaven, no,” he said, and then he looked (and thought) unutterable things. Her brow lightened up with a ray of ce lestial intelligence. “I see,” she said, tapping the empty plate with her spoon, “ Too cold, Signed, C. Morbus.” He denied it bitterly, and bade her re main where she was while he settled with the man. She, guided by the unerring instinct of her sex, peeped through the curtains of the saloon. She saw her Desmond holding earnest discussion with the man. She saw the man shake his head resolutely in an swer to Desmond’s pleading looks and ap pealing gestures. She saw him lock the door, take out the key, put it in his pocket and lean up against the aoor She saw her own Desmond draw from his own pockets and pile up on the counter a pearl-handle pocket-knife, six nickles, four green post age stamps, a watch-key. two lead pencils, a memorandum-book, a theatre ticket (of the variety denomination), a pocket comb, an ivory toothpick, a shirt-stud, and sleeve button, a photograph of herself, a package of trix, two street-car checks, a card with a funny story on it, a silk handkerchief and a pair of gloves. And then she knew that Desmond was a bankrupt, and when the man swept the assets of the concern into a drawer and opened the door she sob bed convulsively : “ And it was mine ex travagance which had did this thing.” They did not talk much on their way home. Once she had asked him if he was rich, and he only said : “ Enormously.” Such is fate. A Kuuifti Practical Joke. An English farmer has recently been compelled to pay the costs of a practical joke. He was sitting in the barroom of the Greyhound inn one night and taking his usual tankard of ale, when his eye chanced to fall on the sleeping form of a man with a long beard. He went to the fire, and. lighting a piece of paper, deliberately ap plied it to the sleeping man's beard. There was a bright, rushing flame for a second or two; the man sprang to his feet in agony; the joke was complete, and the farmer roared in estacy. The unfortunate suffer er, who happened to be the village tailor, knew that the farmer was a man of sub stantial means and acted accordingly. He brought an action for s'2so damages in the Malmsbury county court in due course. According to the plaintiff’s evidence, his beard was eighteen inches long when he laid down, after having some ale. The next thing he remembered was his lace be ing on fire, while a man helped to put out the flame. The defendant sat in his seat roaring with laughter, and did not offer any assistance nor did he tender any apol ogy for what he had done. llis lips were burned severely, his face was blistered, his beard, eyebrows, and eyelashes were burn ed to the skin. and one eve and one enr were scorched. The magistrate awarded him $250 and costs. The X irlt'll Hillltry Ncrvlce iiihl In tercMttiiK .4liventurea of (icn. C. 1.. J. Cook. The Kansas City Timet says: (’. J. L. Cook, who is in the city, is a remarkable man. He has served under the (lags of the United States, the Confederacy, Mexico, Austria, Egypt and Cuba, and is now on his way to Mexico to seek fortune again, lie is a native of San Antonio, Texas. His parents were Germans. In 1854 he was admitted to the West Point Academy. He was so young that his real age was concealed. He was not more than fifteen years of age. He graduated in 1858, was commissioned as second lieutenant of the Second Dragoons, and sent to the frontier, lie later entered the service of the Confed erate government on the stair of Stonewall Jackson, where he was chief of engineers. After Lee's surrender he accompanied John C. Breckinridge to Europe, but returned soon afterwaril, and entered the Mexican service under Juarez. At the close of the year 18(15 he found himself in Mexico. Maximilian was on his last legs, and the American free lance felt no inclination to enter the imperial ser vice. Making his way into Northern Mex ico, he volunteered in Gen. Escobedo’s di vision in the Liberal army, and was pro moted to the position of brevet brigadier general. With the success of the Liberal army he went to Europe, offered his ser vices to the Austrian government, was as signed to service in the topographical engin eer department, and went through the short and disastrous campaign which lost to Austria and gained to Prussia the control of the German States. In 18(17 he entered the army of the khedivo of Egypt. Soon after entering the service he had a dispute with Gen. Kirby Smith, which resulted in a duel and his own resignation. From Egypt he went East, and circumnavigated the globe. After his tour round the world, he went to Cuba, arriving there in duly 1808, where he opened a hotel and entered into the cultivation of tobacco. His hotel became the resort of revolutionists. His sympathies being with the patriots, he was soon an object of suspicion, and finally his house was burned, ami he barely escaped with his life. He made his way to the re volutionary army, where ho din some fight ing. He was one of the agents who went to New York to assist in raising funds and munitions of war. It was his fate to be one of the passengers on the ill-fated Vir ginius on her last trip to Cuba, and he’was captured with the unfortunate Capt. Fry and his crew, and taken to Santiago de Cuba, He was led forth with the doomed men of the Virginius to be shot, and he would certainly have been butchered with the rest had not Sir Lambton Lorraine, of the British warship Niobc, saved his life, lie claimed British protection, ami was one of the two men on whom the British commander threw the English ensign. Next a schooner named C. J. L. Cook was purchased and placed under his com mand. She was loaded with war mate rials, and Cook started again for Cuba. This time he landed his cargo on the south coast of Cuba, at the base of the Seirra Maestro, lie remained in Cuba, and again entered into active service. It was his misfortune to be captured by Spaniards, who caught him asleep and disarmed him. !■ the struggle he wounded one of the Spanish soldiers, and so enraged the com manding officer that he had him stripped and beaten with an iron ramrod until his back was raw. They then dressed his wounds with salt, and imprisoned him in irons in a filthy dungeon. He was recog nized on his arrival in Havana, tried and sentenced to be hung June 3, 1875. On the night before the day set for his execu tion he succeeded by the aid of a Tennes seean, named Adams, in obtaining a auan tity of drugged wine, with which he drug ged his four guards inside, and obtained the key to his shackles. He stabbed and killed two sentries, and made his escape to a schooner called the Carrie Mayco, up on which he was secreted in a hogshead. A Fifth Tale. Apropos of the camp-meeting at Martha’s Vineyard the Methodist newspaper tells a story of some of the brethren who arrived early and sought to while away the time by going a fishing. Several kinds of fish were caught on the trip, and on their return one of the fishermen with a laudable desire for information, inquired of the skipper the names of the different specimens. “ This,” said he, “ is a black fish, that is a blue fish, the next is a soup, and that fel low is a Baptist.” “ A Baptist 1” exclaim ed the good brother; “ why do you call these fish Baptists ?” “ Because they spoil so soon on being taken out of water,” was the satisfactory explanation. “ Did you say I was the biggest liar you ever knew?” fiercely asked a ruffian of a counsel, who ha/1 been skinning him in his address to the jury. “ Yes, I did,” repli ed the counsel, and the crowd eagerly watched for the expected fight. “ Well, then,” said the ruffian, “all I’ve got to say is that you could ’a never knowed my brother Jim.” A man who had practiced twelve years with a revolver, and who could drive a nail at sixty feet with a bullet, was killed by a club in the hands of an Arkansas man who couldn’t shoot a barn. WHOLE NO. 53. ••Oh Njr, Ifa Dad.” A laughable incident occurred recently which caused much sport, and the cir cumstances of which aro as follows : An old gentleman who hail two hand some daughters was so curious of his charge that he would not permit them to keep the company of young men. How ever, they adopted the following expedient to enjoy the company of their lovers : Af ter the old man had retired to rest, the girls would hand a sheet out of the second story window, and Jim and (’barley would seine hold of it, and with the assistance of the two girls would thus gnin entrance. It so happened last Sunday evening that tho : girls hung out the sheet ladder too early, for the old man by some ill wind, was ac cidentally out of doors, and happening to ' come around the corner of the house, and spying the sheet dangling form tho window could not conjecture the meaning of its be ing there. So he caught hold and endeav ored to bring it down. The girls above supposing it to be the boys, began to hoist and did not discover the mistake until the old man's bald bead was level with tho sill, when one of them exclaimed, “ Oh my, it's dad !” and let go her hold, which frightened the sister, and she let go tho sheet and down come the old man on the stone side walk, breaking his wrist and tearing bis unmentionables, llis cries brought out the household and several neighbors, (and there he laid just as flat as mud.) They removed him into the house. He is now busy cogitating whether to let the girls have their neanx in the parlor or to sue the young men for damages. Tho boys haven’t been round to otter any sym pathy and probably won’t until the old gent feels easier. VflN<M>llin<‘iiN Hems. Gold is an eighth of a cent lower. Now is the time to get your teeth filled. The empress of Austria is said to be tho most beautiful royal lady in the world. Jenny Lind says that her husbaud is her best friend. Every woman's ought to be. Ferik Azid now commands the Turkish anny. That is he tells the boys when to retreat. “The Turks.” says an exchange, “ are amply supplied with arms.” “ Yes and with legs too.” A woman in Baltimore has l>ecn fined $1(M) and costs for sending scurrilous postal cards to ladies. In tho United States about three-fifths of the cereal production is Indian corn, while in Europe oats predominate. “ Are the soaps all one scent?” inquired a lady of a juvenile salesman. “ No ma'am, they are ail ten cents,” replied the inno cent youngster. The fashionable male shirt collnr is grad ually decreasing in height. A young man can now pass under a telegraph wire with out ducking his head. Eight deaths from eating frogs’ legs were reported in one week, in Hartford. Wo Otun’fc nujrponr. ttmt nnyttiiug COUICt kill & man who could eat frogs’ legs. Mark Twain says that nothing seems to please a fly so much as to be mistaken for a huckleberry, and if it can be baked in a cake and palmed off on the unwary as a currant it dies happy. A lot of street urchins paraded tho streets of St. Louis with a tin pan, by way of a drum, and a huge paper ban nor bear ing the inscription, “ W e don’t want bread, we want cake and pic or blood !” The longest sentence on record was con structed by a Western judge. He sent tenced a murderer for life, and afterward slapped two more years to the sentence be cause the prisoner called him “ no gentle man.” “Allow me to be your beau,” said a gentleman, placing his umbrella over a lady in a shower. “Thank you. I’ve plenty of fair-weather beaux, so I suppose 1 must call you my rain beau,” she archly replied. Mr. David White showed us a remark able pornological freak on last Monday. It consisted of boughs from & peach tree having fruit upon it which ripens in differ ent months. They came from his father’s place in Mart County, Oa., and are a curi osity. It is not the result of grafting or budding, f<r the large and small peaches grow together upon the same limb, and one ripens in August while the other does not ripen until September or October. The tree is said to have consistently borne these two kinds of fruit for a number of years. Can some of our fruit-growing friends explain this mystery? —Anderton Intelligencer. A gentleman of our town informs us that fie has seen this freak of nature at another place in this County. Asa Cass avenue car was going up Lar ned street, Detroit, a boy about twenty months old, in care of his mother, sudden ly began crying and howling. None of the passengers were annoyed until the howls nad been continued for nearly ten minutes. The mother shook and cuffed the child around, but such conduct only increased the noise. She was mad enough to fight just as one of the men remarked : “Madam, do you know what I’d do with the boy if he was mine?” “No, sir, I don’t sir, and I don't care, sir. and what would you do, sir I” she sputtered back. “ I'd let him yell I” he softly replied. The Boston Globe says that the word “mule,” signifies” to stop,” being a Greek word. The Detroit Free Press says : “ The Globe is wrong. The word ‘ mule ’ is derived from the Indian dialect, and means “to kick.” The Free Press is wrong. “Mule” is Canadian. It means a woman on washdays —New York Herald. All this discussion comes from not being a Harvard graduate. O, pueri, vos estis omnes wrong. “Mule” est deriva a Latina lingua, of quae the comparative est inulier. because a woman est mulier quam a mule. How est hoc for altus? — St. Louis Journal. Well, that’s pretty—here, somebody bring back our “ Bartlett’s quotations ” or this sanctum will be “ quiet as a nursery ” in just about fifteen minutes. —Burlington Haick-Eye.