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A ( uiitriut. For The Sun. The young country merchant of the present Jay knows very little of the labor and inconvenience of conducting the busi ness of country stores in the days when his grandfather was young. Sixty-five to sev enty years ago, the writer's father had a store in South Carolina, about two hun dred and seventy-five miles northwest of the city of Charleston. The writer has often heard him speak of the labor and in convenience he was subjected to in procur ing his goods. It was the custom then for the country merchant to go to Charleston with a six-horse wagon loaded with pro duce. On his arrival, he would sell or barter his produce, and when he had effect ed his purchases or exchanges, as the case might be, he would assist to pack up and load, and then return home by the same conveyance. The medium of exchange was then produce or silver coin. The wri ter’s father on one occasion—perhaps on more than one—had a half bushel of silver coin he required to supplement his produce exchange in Charleston, and to effect his purpose of taking it to the city convenient ly, he partially filled a barrel with melted wax, and when the wax cooled, he emptied in his half bushel of coin, then melted more wax and poured it upon the coin un til the barrel was filled. The wagoner, supposing the contents of the barrel to be wax only, swore it was the heaviest barrel of wax he ever handled. Thomas Fleming, late of Philadelphia, then a young man. did business on King Street and dealt in all goods usually sold in a country store —rum and Manongahela whiskey included. The barrel of wax was rolled into Fleming’s yard, the wax being melted and poured oft. left a rcsidium of precious metal to the astonished gaze of the wagoner. Not unfrequently, a hogs head of leaf tobacco would be rolled to the city by horse power. To such expedi ents had the old-time country merchant to resort to furnish the means of exchange for goods. All this is changed now ; the young country merchant of the present day, in stead of a tiresome ride on horseback of many days over well stuffed saddlebags, or by wagon, packs his valise with needed articles for a pleasure trip, steps into a fialace car, and in twenty-four hours, or ess, is luxuriously domiciled at the Charleston or Pavilion Hotel, instead of the old dingy quarters his grandfather oc cupied at the sign of the “Buck,” corner of King and George streets, where the lo quacious Celt, in conducting him to his room, perhaps on the third story, assured him that “he need not fear going up so high for Mr. Fleming is a careful man and always insures his houses against fires.” Cotton and currency are now the medi ums of exchange, and the “iron horse” and rail has superceded the bone and muscle of the olden horse power; and the young merchant, instead of being limited to one or two antiquated stores on King street, as his grandfather was, finds all lines of goods separated and contained in numerous elegant stores on Hayne and Meeting streets, and one or more obsequi ous drummers from each, ready to do the agreeable, until liis purchases arc made , when the numerous unsuccessful candi dates for his suffrages return to status quo. The world moves, and men and manners move with it. It might interest your readers to note the progress of the change in mercantile modes and manners from the olden time to the present and the actors therein in the “old city by the sea,” but it would occupy too much of your space ; at any rate, the writer prefers to conclude with some notice of the change _ “ Old Father Time ” has effected also in the country. Well, in the olden time goods were sold on a credit as they are now, but the laws were honest laws then—can we say as much now? The people were honest peo ple then—can we say as much now? Let the exemption and homestead laws answer the former, and the burglaries, and arsons, and murders, penitentiaries and long past due and unpaid accounts on merchants' books answer the latter. The people bought in the olden time such things as they required only ! Do thev confine themselves to such now? .1 11 • i 1 P I? Calicoes were then all imported from Eng land 50 pieces in a case, each piece twenty eight yards long and twenty-five inches wide. One piece was sufficient then for four dresses, the matrons of that day took ‘just seven yards to a dress and only bought one a year at that, the rest were home made. Pinbacks and bustles were then unknown, the only thing then resembling a bustle was always seen in front, instead of the rear. How is it now? Sixteen yards of calico is hardly sufficient now to make a dress that will cover the elongated bustle and allow for pinback and train. The spinning wheel is put aside for the piano, homespun for calico and muslins, and the latter in turn for silks, &c. Could a young man of the olden time take a look at a company of costly attired young ladies, he would wonder if any young man could have the temerity to offer one of them his hand, but perhaps his wonder would cease when he turned to view the costume and habits of the genteel (?) young man of the present time. Boots instead of brograns —store clothes instead of home-made —white kids instead of the brawny color obtained at the plow scented kerchief, choice Havannas, &c., &c. But the world moves, and we move with it. Merchant. A Lone Widow's Icviee. An amusing story comes from the Ar dennes, where, according to the tale, an agriculturalist recently died, leaving a wife, a horse and a dog. A few moments before his death he called his wife to him, and bade her sell the horse and give the proceeds of the sale to his relatives, and to sell the dog and keep the money thus gain ed for herself. Soon after the death the wife went to the market with the horse and dog, and ex hibited them, with the announcement that the price of the dog was five hundred francs, and that of the horse five francs. VOL. II —NO. (. The passers-by stopped and stared, and judged the woman mad, more especially as she informed all would-be purchasers that to buy the horse it was necessary to buy the dog first. At last a curious 'pas ser-by concluded the bargain; after which the skillful woman handed over five francs to the family of her deceased husband, ami retained five hundred francs for herself, thus contriving at the same time to carry out the letter, if not the spirit, of the will of her husband, and to secure the largest sum of money for herself. Story of a Drnnitttie Murder. Sol Smith tells a dramatic story of the murder of his brother Lemuel, an actor. It did not occur in the theatre, but in a drinking saloon in Augusta, Ga Some words took place between him and a man named Flournoy, who drew a pistol and shot Lemuel. Le fell mortally wounded, and expired shortly after, without giving any of the particulars of the affray, lie was only twenty-seven years of age, very popular as an actor, and greatly beloved. The coro ner's jury brought in a verdict of guilty of wilful murder; but Flourney gave himself up. During the trial Sol addressed the prisoner thus : “ Before God and man I charge you with murdering my young brother. The sleep of the innocent will nevermore be yours. You are a murderer, and will ever more carry the mark of homicide upon your brow ; from this time forth, in this world, you will never sleep again.” Flourney was acquitted on the plea that it was a duel. Two years after, Sol was accosted by an abject-looking wretch, who stood before him in an attitude of suppli cation. It was William Flourney. Why do you follow me?” said Sol. “ Because I want you to shoot me— right here.” “No ; it is not for mo to punish you,” was the reply. “ It is not punishment I ask you to in flict—that I have received already in full measure. It is vengeance 1 wish you to take for your brother's murder upon his murderer. I endeavored to persuade my self I committeed the deed in self-defence, lint I know better now. lam a murderer. You said I would never sleep more, and 1 never have. I have closed my eyes at night, as usual have steeped my senses in brandy until until unconsciousness came, but that blessed sleep you drove away lias never returned to me for one moment. My life is a burden to me. Take it. Let me die by your hand, and then 1 may feel your brother may forgive me. I will die to night !” he said, impressively, as Sol turn ed away and left him. The next morning Flournoy's body was found at his country place. It was rid dled by bullets, and scalped. An Indian war had just broken out, and he had been its first victim. As Wonderful as True. St. Joseph (Jfo.) Herald. A Masonic lodge in Indiana was pre ! sided over by a Master who had an exag- I gerated notion of discipline. One night he met his lodge in called meeting (not a mem ber absent) to instruct them in the work. Teaching them the use of the gavel, he had just called them up with three knocks, when he leaned too far back, fell through a window to the ground—four stories—and broke his neck. Picked up next morning, he was buried decently, but not a Mason came to the funeral. More strange still, not a Mason appeared any more in that vil vage. It was inexplicable. Forty women left widows, two hundred and twenty chil dren left orphans, eighty four merchants left in the lurch with unpaid bills. Twen ty years after that somebody went up into the fourth story, broke open the door and beheld the lodge, a lodge of skeletons ! Strange, but true, they had strictly obeyed the orders of the VV. M. and, waiting for the knocks to seat them, starved to death. Each was standing in an attitude of respect ful attention, “ looking to the east,” and had no pitjdng citizen taken them down they would have been standing there still. Awful Carnage in lowa. Burlington Hawk-Eye. Seven Massachusetts sewing machine agents and fourteen book agents invaded this county one day last week. The governor was immediately urged to send troops, but he said he had no military at his command, but he would send down a couple of lightning-rod men and a chro mo man, who would talk the invaders to death. Then Burlington just got up and went over the river and hid in the woods until the sound of the carnage died away. And as the pale moon rose up slowly and calmly she looked down and saw the pale corpses of seven sewing machine agent, and two lightning-rod men, while the only living creature that roamed the awful field was a deafehromo man, in the wild, tierce delirium of the lock-jaw. (jinllant Gordon. Winmboro' (.S’. C. 1 Herald. A strong fight will be made over Senator Gordan’s seat from Georgia this Fall. The gallant Gordon has won a second term by his patriotic and able record. Especi ally gratifying would his re-election be to the many South Carolinians who met him last Winter in Columbia during those try ing times. He that never changed any of his opin ions, never corrected any' of his mistakes ; and he who was never wise enough to find out any mistakes in himself, will not be charitable enough to excuse what he reckons mistakes in others. HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY. OCTOBER IS?;. Tin* Oil! Heelin'. MY WILL S. IIAYH. Come, Itmlerln'. ait in He golden ear. Par'a room for you nu' im> uintari fume, net down on de nnxj '.is m at, Kamo (dii mu sour an' 'ligiest s sweet. CIIOUCS. Den come an'Jlne right now in do ban', An' take ile sisti in by tie bail', We tsiuud for ulorv in tie bappj lan Ain't no sutferin' dui . up dm. Put deni slippers on your feet When you walk along in do golden street, An' in deni angels put your tins’, Kase no room dar tor to raise a dus’. If you see Peter sleep at de gate, Kase de night hefo' lii‘ was tin ho late. You needn't speet. wid your load ob sin, l>nt you git pas' him anil steal right in. Pev know you here, an' devil know you dar, Kase de angels s always on de sipiar : lii v'll h int you out oli dar hthly sight. Ef you're full oli sin, and join soul ain't right. Shout, sing, kase de time mil nigh When you put on w ings for to fix to fly, An' deni wliut pray s an' de loudes' sings Am de ones w'at w ars de biggest wings. Ilredern ! sistern ! lit” your eyes An’ tix dar gaze on de starlight skies. Kase de Lord am good an’ de I.ord am kind, Kf you ain't see it you must ho blind. Don't set down upon your sent. Hut rise up. bredern. to your feet. An’ shout for glory ’till you're sick, An' git dot 'ligion— euro yon quirk. “(I lory!” “ W hoopoe!” “ Shoo!" “ W list's dot !" “ Wluit am all you sinners at I" lirudder deems, pull down your von’, An’ let item tight dat ho'netV lies'. I,if up your voice in humble pr’ar, An' let item sinners ober i!."r Eo'git dar ligion for a spell Ah’ wish deni lio nets was in hell. (iood I.ord, dis mootin' s all broke up, Kase Satan sent some sinful pup, Who'll go to hell wid all do res For bandin' in a lio nets lies'. Tommy'* I’uuts. Something mysterious was going on. That night when Tommy climbed into his crib, mamma told him that when he waked in the morning he would find something : very nice on the chair beside it. He thought it would be very hard to wait so long, but it only seemed a minute or so be fore he waked up and heard the robins singing with all their might out in the cherry trees. Mamma was brushing her hair, moving about softly, so as not to wake baby, and Tommy sat right up and ! looked about him, rubbing his eyes with his fat fists. Sure enough, there was i “ something ” on the chair where he had left liis plaid dress and ruffled panties. A new dress? No, not a dress at all, but the prettiest little suit—-jacket and pants of soft gray cloth, buttoned with shining pearl buttons, and trimmed with braid. \ Tommy could hardly believe his eyes, but I he was on the floor in a twinkle, laughing 1 and chuckling, and trying to put his pants right on over his long nightgown. “Just like a man,” giggled Tommy, thrusting his hands into his pockets ; and baby lifted her precious little head from the pillow, and stared at him with her great blue eyes, as if she wondered who that boy was. “She don’t know me,” said Tommy, in still greater delight. “She won’t never have pants, will she?” he added, in a tone that was partly triumph. “ I suppose you won’t care about eating peanuts and candy any more,” said Uncle Jim, as he went away. Tommy was walking with his hands be hind him trying to make his shoes squeak, lie stopped and looked at Uncle Jim, to see if ne was in earnest. There was a twinkle in his eye that reassured Tommy, so he went on squeaking his shoes, and wondering what Hilly would say to him. lie determined to go over immediately and see, but mamma spoiled that plan by tell ing him not to go outside the gate on any account, or do anything to soil his new clothes, because his papa was coming home that very morning, and Tommy must look his best. Tommy's papa brought him a music-box that would play three tunes, and a set of horsemen rode up and down to the tune of “Captain dinks,” when you turned the handle of the box they stood upon, so of course he had to go over after dinner to show his treasures and his new clothes to Billy. The result was dreadfully' disap pointing, so far as the new clothes were concerned, for that young gentleman smil ed up his nose at them in decided disap proval. “ Ho !” said Billy, “ they’re most like a girl; only come to your knees, and no gal luses. 1 don't have my clothes that way.” Tommy stared with his eyes and wondered what “galluses” might be, but had not a doubt that there was but one way to make clothes, and that was just like Billy’s. Now, Bill's mamma never troubled herself about the spring fashions, or any other fashions. She had half a dozen boys, and when the older ones outgrew their clothes, she just cut off the legs a little, patched the knees and elbows, and passed them on down the row. Billy’s present pants hap pened to be a little long, and a little baggy, but that was a fault time would remedy; so after inspecting them a moment. Tommy unbuckled his little trousers at the knee and stretched and smoothed them down over his scarlet stockings. It was no use ; at the very best they would not reach his ankles. “Tell ye what.” said Bill, “if ye had some galluses them pants would reach down.” “ Y-e-s,” said Tommy, in bewilderment. The inventive Billy went directly to work, and manufactured a pair of suspen ders out of some old red reins. The short trousers were unbuttoned from the jacket and let down to a desirable length, the “galluses” fastened on with pins and twine, and then Billy surveyed his work with triumph. 1 To be sure, there was a noticeable gap between the top of the trousers nnd the bottom of the jacket, but the red suspen ders bridged it over, and Billy remembered to have seen the same luck upon .lake, the hostler, so both boys were satisfied. “There now,” said Billy; "now you look something like.” Tie didn't say like what, nnd Tommy didn't ask : but they plaved with the sol diers till Ellen rang the hell for ten. Then papa and mamma, looking out of the par lor window, saw a funny little figure com ing across the yard, with gray trousers dragging over its feet, red suspenders stretched down in front across a puff of plaid fiannel shirt, and gay little plaid ban ner streaming bravely out in the rear. Tommy’s papa laughed and shouted, and felt like rolling on the Hour, and he called Lucie Jmi and he laughed, too; but though Tommy went to the window the minute he got in, to see what the fun was. he couldn’t see anything at all. An Aivl'nl Ilile. lturlington lla tel Eye. Everybody in Burlington knows John Oglesby, the book-keeper at Dope A Siuartman’s down on .Main street. We I suppose Mr. Oglesby is the quietest man that ever opened his mouth to speak, lie is so even tempered, so peacefully calm, so innocent, that it would do a person good to see him get mad once, ana howl and swear and rave around. But ho never does, and now wo don't believe lie ever will. Yesterday afternoon, about three o'clock, be was walking out for a breath of air. very tired of the desk, when lie drop ped in at John 11. Gear's for a quiet chat Some of the boys in the store bad just baited a steel trap and carelessly set it down on a store box. and what should Oglesby do blit back up to that box, hoist himself up, and sit right down on that trap. Of course it went otl'liko a savings bank, and caught bold of .Mr. Oglesby with a grip like a besetting sin. Oglesby never said a word. Hi* got off the box with an injured look, and walked back to his own store and went straightto bis desk, where lie worked all afternoon. Occasionally he paused in his writing and stood with his pen poised in the air and then a grieved look would steal over his face, and the clerks in the store say they never saw him come so near expressing emotion of some unusual nature as lie did at these times. But he never spoke, and with a heavy sigh of resignation he would resume his work. This occurred quite a number of times during the afternoon. And all that time that steel trap clung to him like a taint of slander, with its jaws set so bard that it never clanked or rattled under the concealing curtain of bis coat tails. And up at Mr. Gear’s the porter was just aching to get his eyes on the son of a thief who had stolen the next gov ernor's rat trap, and was wondering if .Mr. Gear couldn't hang the fellow, who ever it was, right away after election day. Well, it wasn’t till tea time, when Oglesby bad put away his books and locked up the safe and was about to start home that anyone spoke to him ahoutjiis distrait manner. Then Mr. Dope, the senior mem ber of the firm remarked to his book keeper that he didn’t just look like him- self. Mr. Oglesby looked at his employer very intently : “ I will never.” he said with great ear nestness, “I will never go into John 11. dear’s store again.” “ Why?” exclaimed the astonished mer chant, “ what on earth is the matter with you and Mr. <fear ?” “ 1 went there this afternoon,” replied the book-keeper, “ and went to sit down on a box, when that Irish setter, that dog Jake of his, reached up and caught rne the awfullcst, cruellest bite that mortal dog ever gave to human man, and do you know its awful hard to think sometimes, that he hasn't got hold ot me yet!” And then Mr Oglesby reached around to pity himself and found the trap. Wo will draw a veil over the dreadful scene, but we are afraid Mr. dear has lost one vote for governor, unless he can make “Jake” apologise. Compelled lo Advertise. Harnnnah Nrn't. The man has been found who could do all the business he wanted to without ad vertising, and has been compelled to adver tise at last. He lives in Florida, and his advertisement is headed "Sheriff’s Sale.” Some people have a peculiarly happy faculty of looking on the bright side of things. It is a comfort to themselves and those about them, and so desirable. But it is a faculty most difficult to acquire, and few there be who possess it. One of Ban bury's sons favored in this respect recently borrowed an ax of a neighbor. While using it in the repair of his well-curb it slipped from his hands and went straight to the bottom of a very deep well. In ex plaining the loss to the owner he cheerfully observed: “It is bad, of course, but it can't be helped, and we must make the best of it. It don’t pay to worry over what can’t be helped. We must look on the bright side of everything. Besides, it wasn’t much of an ax anyway. An exchange reaches us calling itself the Daniels onville Sentinel. If we lived in that town wc would move heaven and earth to have its name reinforced to “ Daniel greatgransonvilleburgshireton.” What is the use of living in a town with only half a name, when names are so cheap.—Darling ton llawk-Eye A Miss Joy was present at a party, and in the course of the evening someone used the quotation. “ a thing of beauty is a joy forever,” when she replied, “ I’m glad I'm not a beauty, for I should not like to be a Jov forever. WHOLE NO. 58. An Oriental 4)u**tin. The Ruaao-Turkish war revives an old story. A Turkish and a Russian officer once fell into a dispute as to the superiori ty in discipline of their respective soldiers. “ I can prove to you on the spot,” said the Russian, “ how perfectly our men are trained.” Vnd ho called his orderly. “Ivau!” “ Sir.” “Go to Mohemet's, buy me a pound of tobacco, and come back at once.” The soldier saluted, tumed on his heel and went out. “ Now,” said the Russian officer, taking out his watch, “my orderly is walking straight to the next comer, where be must, turn—now be is turning—now he is oppo site the white mosque now he is crossing the mavdan now he is at Mehemet's— now he is buying the tobacco- -i. >w he is coming back now he is on ihe block be low us—now he is at the /door—now ” nnd the Russian called on(L* \ “Ivan!” 'n, \ “Sir.” \ “ Where’s the tobacco?” “ Here sir.” The Turkish officer, showing no sign of surprise at flic precision of the Russo tohaceo movement, promptly broke out; “ 110 ! bo ! my soldier can do that every day in the week,” nnd he called; “ Muhetar!” “Sir.” “ Go to the Effemli's nnd see that you bring me a pound of tobacco. My pipe is empty.” " Instantly, sir,” Following the tactics of the Russian of ficer. the Turk pulled out his watch and went on : “ Now Muhctnr is in the street; now ho is passing the pat punch bazaar; now it is noon nnd be is staying for prayer*; now lie is drinking at the stone fountain : now A1 i Etl'endi hails him and asks about my health ; now Muhctar is paying for the to bacco ; now lie is coming back by the other wav ; now he is on our street; now Im is at the door ; now ” “ Muhctar?” shouted the officer. “ Sir.” “ Where is my tobacco?” “ I haven't found my shoes yet /” “I wish, Sally.” said Jonathan, “that you were locked in my arms, and the key was lost.” Don'l call tho young man “cabbage head ho is only high-collared.—Gaines ri/le Eayle. In to this time Joe Drown has paid into the Treasury of’ the State two million dol lars. rental for tho Western and Atlantic railroad. I( cost SIO,OOO (o bribe a first-class Re publican Senator of New York. Some of tlie carpet-bag Legislatures were bought for a fraction of that. Crops in Coffee county arc* exceptionally good in all parts, with tin* exception of some spots where the farmers complain of drought. —Savannah News. It has been inferred that Drydon wasn’t opposed to a sherry cobbler, from a remark he once made: “Straws may be made the instrument of happiness.” Husband—“ That beastly dog. I can’t enter the room without his biting my legs.” Wife, pensively—“ Poor little creature; In l is so intelligent.” Eggs in Maine sell for 61 50 per dozen, but they are full of whiskey and are in tended as one of many examples of “ whip ping the devil around the stump.” It is reported that a man in Troup county who made only thirty bushels of wheat this year gave twenty-seven for a calendar clock. If lie wants bread this winter lie can get it on tick. Hon. flerschel V. Johnson, of deorgia, is undoubtedly the strongest man who has yet been named in the South for the vacant place on the Supreme bench.— Washington A 'at io nft / U epu UI iron. buck lies in bed. and wishes the post man would bring him news of a legacy. Labor turns out at six o’clock, and with busy pen or ringing hammer, lays the foun dation of a competence. An exchange says : If the editor of a country newspaper could get verbal prom ises discounted at bank rates, he would be on intimate terms with the Ilothschiid family inside of two days. It doesn't do any good to go to a picnic and stand on the river bank and admire the gorgeous sunset, and talk about the tender beauties of nature to a man who ha* just sat down on a custard pie. A teacher after reading to her scholars a story of a gracious child, asked them what generosity was. One little hoy raised his hand and said, “ I know' ; it’s giving to others what you don’t want yourself.” With many persons the early age of life is passed in sowing in their minds the vices that are most suitable to their inclinations ; the middle ages goes on nourishing and maturing these vices and the last age con cludes in gathering in pain and anguish, the bitter fruits of the most accursed seeds. The editor of the Forest News claims to be the oldest typo in the State of Ooorgia. lie was bound out to learn the art preserv ative in Cheraw, in 18.30, and has followed the craft up to the present. We have a man on the News that can see him and go two years better, who learned the business on the old Charleston Courier in 18.34. Savannah News , ticnoral Hood i. reported as being in command of anew brigade rather different in appearance from his old one. It con sists of nine children—all of them under eight years of age, and three pairs of them twins—four nurses, a governess, his wife and his mother-in-law. No doubt at times the general finds his new command much more difficult to discipline than he did his old one during the war. Texas has three thousand prisoners awaiting trial for penitentiary offences, and the Calvert Texan, considering the ques tion what to do with them, seriously sug gests that they be organized into a military corps and turned loose on Mexico. Of course, if* this were done, Texas would care very little whether they killed or were killed, and as either result would be gratifying to everybody concerned, ex cepting the Mexicans and the convicts, it is a wonder the idea is not made something of.