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Tom Rtierldaui.
Tom Sheridan, who, to kindness of heart
and sweetness of disposition, added social
talents, which, if not of the high and com
manding order of his father's were infinite
ly more agreeable to those who knew him,
used to tell a story, for and against himself
—and here it is :
He was staying at Lord Craven’s, at Ben
ham (or rather Hampstead), and one day
proceeded on a shooting excursion, like
Hawthorn, with only “ his dog and his
gun,” on foot, and unattended by compan
ion or keeper; the sport was bad; the
birds few and shy, and he walked and
walked in search of game, while uncon
sciously he entered the domain of some
neighboring squire.
Avery short time after, ho perceived
advancing toward him. at the top of his
speed, a jolly, comfortable-looking gentle
man, followed by a servant, armtd, as it
appeared, for conflict. Tom took up a
position and waited for the approach of the
enemy.
“ Hallo ! you, sir. M said the squire when
within half earshot; “ what are you doing
here, sir, eh?’’
“ I’m shooting, sir,” said Tom.
“Do you know where you are, sir?”
said the squire.
“ I am here, sir,” said Tom.
“Here, sir?” said the squire, growing
angry. “ and do you know where here is,
sir? These, sir. are my manors; what
d'ye think of that, sir, eh?”
“ Why, sir, as to your manners said
Torn. “1 can’t say they seem over agree
able.”
“ I don’t want any jokes, sir,” said the
squire. “ I hate jokes. Who are you, sir
—what are you?”
“Why, sir” said Tom, “my name is
Sheridan—l am staying at Lord Craven's
—I came out for some sport—l have not
had any and I am not aware that I am
trespassing.”
1 “ Sheridan !” said the squire, cooling a
little. “Oh! from Lord Craven’s, eh?
Well, sir, I could not know that.”
“No,” said Tom, “but you need not
have been in a passion.”
“Not in a passion, Mr. Sheridan,” said
the squire, “you don’t know, sir, what
these preserves have cost me, and the pains
and trouble I have been at with them ; it’s
all very well for you to talk, but if you
were in my place, I should, like to know
what you would do upon such an occasion.”
“Why, sir,” said Tom, “ if I were in
your place, under all the circumstances, I
should say : ‘ 1 am convinced, Mr. Sheri
dan, that you did not mean to annoy me.
and as you look a good deal tired, perhaps
| you’ll come up to my house and take.some
refreshment.’ ”
The squire was hit hard by this noncha
lance. and it is needless to add, acted upon
Sheridan’s suggestion.
“So far,” said poor Tom, “the story
tells for me—now you shall hear the
sequel.”
After having regaled himself at the
squire’s house, and having said five hun
dred more good things than he swallowed ;
having delighted his host, and more than
half won the hearts of his wife and daugh
ters, the sportsman proceeded on his re
turn homeward.
In the course of his walk he passed
through a farm-yard. In the front of the
farm house was a green, in the centre of
which was a pond—in the pond were ducks
innumerable, swimming; on its verdant
banks a motley group of gallant cocks and
pert pullets, picking qnd feeding; the
farmer was leaning over the hatch of the
barn, which stood near two cottages on the
side of the green.
Tom hated to go back with an empty
bag; and having failed in his attempts at
higher game it struck him as a good joke
to ridicule the exploits of the day himself,
Hn order to prevent any one else from doing
so for him. and he thought that to carry
home a certain number of the domestic in
habitants of the pond and its vicinity,
would serve the purpose admirably. Ac
cordingly up he goes to the larmer and ac
costs him very civilly.
“My good friend,” says Tom, “I'll
make you an offer.”
“ Of what, sur?” says the farmer.
“ Why,” replies Tom. ”1 have been out
all day fagging after birds and haven’t had
a shot. Now, both my barrels are loaded.
I should like to take home something.
What shall I give you to let me have a shot
with each barrel at those ducks and fowls
—I standing here and to have whatever I
kill ?”
“ What sort of a shot are you ?” said
the farmer.
“ Fairish,” said Tom, “fairish.”
“ And to have all you kill,” said the
larmer, “ eh ?”
“ Exactly so,” said Tom.
“ Half a guinea,” said the farmer.
“ That's too much,” said Tom. “ I'll
tell you what I’ll do. I'll give you a sev
en-shilling piece, which happens to be all
the money I have in my pocket.”
“ Well,” said the man, “ hand it over."
The payment was made. Tom, true to
his bargain, took his post by the barndoor
I and let fly with one barrel and then with
'the other, and such a quacking and splash
ing and screaming and fluttering had never
been seen in that place before.
Away ran Tom, and delighted with his
success picked up first a hen, then a
chicken, then fished out a dying duck or
two, and so on, until he numbered eight
head of domestic game, with which his bag
was nobly distended.
“ Those were right good shots, sir,” said
the farmer.
“Yes,” said Tom: “eight ducks and
fowls are more than you bargained for. old
fellow—worth rather more than seven
shillings, eh?”
“ Why, yes.” said the man scratching
his head, k *l think they be ; but what do
I care for thtM-thtyfrt none of them mine."
“ Here,” said Tom. “ I was once in mv
life beaten, and made off as fast as I could,
for fear the right owner of my game might
make his appearance —not but that I could
have given the fellow that took me in seven
times as much as I did for his cunning and
coolness.”
“It Will o.”
“It will do !” is the common phrase of
those who neglect little things. “It will
do !” has blighted many a character, blast
led many a fortune, sunk many a ship,
I turned down many a house, and irretrieva-
VOL. II—NO. 7.
bl v ruined thousands of hopeful projects
of human good. It always means stopping
short of the right thing. It is a make
shift. It is a failure and defeat. Not what
“ will do,” but what is the best possible
thing to do, is the point to be aimed at !
Let a man once adopt t.he maxim of “ It
will do!” and he is given over to the enemv
—he is on the side of incompetency anil
defeat—and wegive him up as a hopeless
subject.
Bvlkb'n ltlenalttif.
Detroit Free Frees.
Thomn° Briggs has a boy baby about
ten months old, who is admitted in the be
ginning of this article to look just like his
father, and to be the smartest boy baby of
his age in Detroit. The other morning the
child was sitting on the floor, playing with
five or six buttons on a string, and taking
an occasional nibble at an apple to bring
out his first crop of teeth. Mrs. Briggs
and a neighbor were talking away as only
woman gossip, when the baby hid the but
tons under the mat and started to finish
the apple. A bit of skin got in the throat
and he gave a cough ana a whoop and
pawed the air and rolled over on his head.
“ Oh, them buttons !” he has swallowed
them buttons 1” cried the mother, as she
yanked him up and shook him. “ Pound
him on the back !” yelled the other woman,
trying to hold the baby’s legs still. “ Hun
for the neighbors!” cried Mrs. Briggs.
“Oh, he’ll die? he'll die!” screamed the
other, as she ran out. And the neighbors
came in and made him lie on his stomach
and cough, and then turned him on his
back and rubbed his stomach, and juggled
him about all sorts of ways, until he got
mad and he went to howling. Then a boy
ran for Briggs, ran for a doctor, ami the
doctor came and choked the baby and or
dered sweet oil and a mustard plaster, and
told them to hold him on his back. Every
body knew that those six big buttons were
lodged in the baby’s throat, because he
was red in the face, and because he stran
gled as he howled and wept. They poured
down sweet oil, and put mustard across
him and wept over him, and the mother
said she never could forgive herself. Bogs
drove by calling out: “ Slab wood for
sale !” and the scissors man went by shout
ing, “Sharp! sharp!” but that distressed
crowd held the baby down and shed their
tears over his whole length. The doctor
was looking serious and Briggs was think
ing that he hadn’t done anything to de
serve such a blow, when one of the women
pushed the mat and discovered the buttons.
Then everybody laughed and danced, thev
kicked the sweet oil bottle under the bed,
threw the mustard plaster at the doctor,
and Mrs. Briggs hugged the howling angel
to her bosom and called him her “ wopsy
topsy hopsy dropsy popsy little bitsy titsy
cherubim.”
A Might Touch of Hell-Fire.
A young parson of the llniversalist
faith, many years since, when the Simon
pure Universalism was preached, started
westward to attend a convention of his
brethren in the faith. lie took the precau
tion to carry a vial of cayenne pepper in
his pocket, to sprinkle his food with as a
preventive against ague and fever. The
convention met; and at dinner a tall lloos
ier observed the parson as he seasoned his
meat, and addressed him thus:
“ Stranger I’ll thank you for a leetle of
that ’ere red salt, for I’m kind o’ curious
to try it.”
“Certainly,” returned the parson, “ but
you will find it very powerful; be careful
how r you use it.”
The Hoosier took the proffered vial, and
feeling himself proof against any quantity
of raw whiskey, thought he could stand
the “red salt” with impunity, accordingly
he sprinkled the chunk of beef rather boun
tifully with it, and forthwith introduced it
into his capacious mouth. It soon began
to take hold. lie shut his eyes, and his
features begun to writhe, denoting a very
inharmonious condition, physically. Fi
nally he could stand it no longer. He
opened his mouth and screamed “ fire.”
“Take a drink of cold water from the
jug,” said the parson.
“ Will that put it out?” asked the mar
tyr, suiting the action to the word. In a
short time the unfortunate man began to
recover, and turning to the parson, his eyes
yet swimming in water, exclaimed :
“Stranger, you call yourself a “ Versa
list,” I believe?”
“ I do,” mildly answered the parson.
“ Wal. I want to know if it is consistent
with your belief to go about with hell-fire
in your breeches pockets ?’ ’
Liquor and Inebriation.
Of alcoholic liquors there are produced
annually about 56,000.000 gallons in the
United States. This does not include wine
beer or ale. It is estimated that there is
a saloon for each 3.000 inhabitants in this
country. In large cities the proportion is
greater and in the country it is somewhat
less. Dr. McKinley, in the statistics of
inebriation in the United States, gives the
following figures as to the precentage of
drinkers in the United States : In 5,000,-
000 men there are 50.000 confirmed inebri
ates. In one thousand there are drinkers
oi all kinds 593 L In 5,000,000 men there
are who drink sometimes 2,966,666|. In
1,000 women there are who drink 142 6-7.
In 5,000,000 there are who drink to some
extent 714,285 5-7. In 5,000,000 women
there is confirmed inebriates 21,419 4-7. Of
each 300 men there are three confirmed in
ebriates, twenty-five periodical drinkers,
fifty ephemeral drinkers, and 100 moderate
drinkers, leaving 122 non-drinkers. Of
700 women three are confirmed inebriates,
fourteen drink periodically, thirty-six
drink beer or ale constantly, seventeen
taste ardent spirits, and thirty taste wine
occasionally, leaving 600 non-^drinkers.
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY, OCTORER 10, 1577. ,
A (Aoverner'k NMiikv.
A New York correspondent describJ#hn
adventure that happoned to one of the del
egation of seven governors, who recently
visited the metropolis. The writer says :
One of the excellencies had an adventure
not unlike one that befell Mr. Picwick on
a certain occasion. It was late when he
started for his room in the hotel, and when
he was ready to retire it occurred to him
that he had forgotten to return a document
that another excellency had loaned him
during the day. The other excellency had
a room on the same floor, and excellency
No 1. made his way to it without any
trouble. After delivering the paper, with
thanks, he started buck to his own room,
and was just opening a door to go in when
a man coming out in a hurry almost upset
him.
“ What are you doing here sir ?” ex
claimed tho governor when he
breath back. *
“ What do you want here?” echoed t
other party, looking mad enough to bite.
“Unless you explain vour business, I
will call an officer.” observed his excel
lency with an idea of burglars just getting
into his head.
“(Jo to the deuce, you old fool,” was
the uncivil response of the other. t
The governor muttered something, and
was putting his hand on the door-knob
again to enter the room, when a stronger
hand grabbed him by the collar and yanked
him back about four feet. He recovered
himself and made a wild clutch, but the
other party dodged and tjien grabbed him
by the collar again. There was a tussel
for a moment and then a woman’s voice
called from the room : *
“ Thomas, what's the matter?”
“An old fool here wa|ts to go into our
room, and I won’t let him. That's all.”
“ Call an officer, Thortias. at once !”
The governor now saw a mistake some
where. He was profuse in his apologies
and the other man let him off. A watch
man appeared and conducted his excellency
to his own room, and when he had locked
himself in he took a solemn oath that he
would never again hunt up another man’s
room at midnight in a strange hotel.
First Thin**.
Titusville Herald.
Envelopes w’ere first used in 1839.
Trie first steel pen was made in 18,50.
The first air pump was made in 1650.
Anaesthesia was first discovered in 1844.
The first balloon ascent was made in
1783.
The first lucifer match was made in 1829.
The entire Hebrew Bible was printed in
1488.
The first iron steamship was built in
1830.
Ships were first “ copper-bottomed ” in
1773.
Coaches were first used in England in
1509.
The first horse railroad was built in
1826-7.
Cold was first discovered in California in
18-18.
The first steamboat plied the Hudson in
1807.
The first watches were made in Nurem
burg, in 1477.
Omnibuses were introduced in New York
in 1830.
The first newspaper advertisement ap
peared in 1652.
The first copper cent was coined in New
Haven in 1687.
Kerosene was first used for lighting pur
poses iu 1826.
The first telescope was probably used in
England in 1608.
The first saw-maker’s anvil was brought
to America in 1619.
The first use of a locomotive in this
country was in 1829.
The first almanac was printed by George
Von l’urbach in 1460.
The first chimneys were introduced into
Rome from Padua in 1368.
The first printing press in the United
States was introduced in 1629.
The first steam engine on this continent
was brought from England in 1753.
Glass windows were first introduced into
England in the eighth century.
The first complete sewing machine was
patented by Elias Howe, Jr., in 1846.
Ail Imllirnnnt Subscriber.
Talbotton Standard.
A gentleman who came down from
Lexington Saturday was asked how times
were in that section. He said : “ About
all I have heard of lately is a joke on an
editor who, going away, left his paper in
charge of a minister. During the min
ister’s sta}' in his sanctum, the following
letter came from a mountain subscriber :
“ You know and and weil I paid my sub
scription to your paper the last time I was
in Lexington. If 1 get any more such let
ters from you as I received last week, I
will come down to Lexington and maul
h—l out of you !”
The minister answered : “ I have been
trying to maul that thing out of the editor
for ten years past, and if you will really
come down and maul it out of him, then,
my dear sir, I have twenty members of my
church I will also get you to operate on.”
The Skirt ttrnb
There was the land “grab.” and the sal
ary “grab,” but the most universal
“grab” since the day the Children of
Israel •* grabbed ” quails in the wilderness
is the one made nowadays by every man’s
wife or sweetheart, as she drops her left
shoulder, gracefully swings the upper half
of her body around toward the rear, and
“ grabs ” a handful of skirt, straightens up
and moves off with a face full of holy and
calm content and an aureole of serene sat
isfaction illustrating her countenance.
The idea was prflbaWk cribbed from the
devil, by observing him pick up his tail,
tuck it over his left arm niuisllWtler oil" on
a promenade among the hypocrites* and
Pharisees, the “ovvt¥*gude and rigidly
righteous^
Terrible Triulcjtv in Kcutnekj.
From the ('ineinnati Fmjuirer.
Richmond, Ky., Sept. ‘2l. —Jasper
Maupin was a member of a large and
wealthy family living a few miles east of
here. Tho family numbers in all its
branches perhaps thirty or more men,
noted for their horses and hounds, their
love of fox hunting, and for their utter in
difference to danger.
John Burnatn ■ was , Constable of (Hade
township, that portion of the county where
the Maupins lived, and is a typK;al Ken
tuckian. Bj person tall, broad shouldered.
handsome?quivk on the trigger, but un-*
fortunately quarrelsome, and indeed, it is
uid, rather fond of killing people.
January last a quarrel spxatig up be
tween Burnam and dfflkcr Maupin, which
resulted-iu the shootiiUkif Burnam five
Yesterday the trial of
MiumiirSvas to nave occurred; and Bur
nairrrpartially recovered from his wounds,
was in town, evidently with the determi
nation of having revenge upon Maupin.
He was backed by four of his friends, tlic
chief of whpm were Ballard and Comeli
son, while Mauftiti was backed by his rel
atives, each armed heavily with heavy Re
volvers. The parties first met in the cAr
ridors of the Court House, and revolvers
were drawn, but by the intervention of
friends they were induced to refrain from
shooting. After the mypuipimont of the
court, however. Burn'am, accompanied by
his friends, stationed himself on the side
walk stable, where Maupin
must pass to get tirhis house. The Mau
pins, seeing this action, consulted for a
moment, hut only for a moment, when
Jasper, nutting his hand upon his revolver,
started boldly along the sidewalk in the
direction of the stable. Ilis backers,
many of whom were alrendy mounted,
stopped about fifty feet away to watch the
result.
Maupin walked quietly down the street
till he got opposite and nearly past Bur
liam. still having his hand on his revolver
and looking back as he passed. Suddenly
Burnain drew a heavy revolver from un
der his coat, and stepping quickly toward
Maupin. without saying a word, placed the
muzzle nearly against his forehead, and.
before Maupin could draw, fired. The ball
entered the brain, and Maupin fell to the
sidewalk.
Then Maupin's friends opened fire from
the corner, jumping from their horses and
rushing up toward the party. Lee Maupin
ran toward Burnain, and. leveling his re
volver. fired, Ilurnam fell dead upon the
sidewalk, his feet resting across those of
his victim. Lee Maupin rushed again to
the body of Burnain, and, stooping over it,
sent another bull through his head.
At the same time the others had opened
tire on Cornelison and Ballard, who both
received shots through the head, and after
staggering a few steps, fell dying. 'The
example of Lee Maupin was followed by
his fellows, who deliberately approached
their victims while they were dying, send
ing the heavy balls from their • pistols
through their heads. Then, their being no
more of the friends of the vanquished
party remaining alive, the carnage ceased.
The brothers of the wounded Maupin
gathered about the dying man, kissed his
pale face and wept like children. 'Then he
was carried into a store pear by, and ex
pired in a few moments.
Jasper Maupin was about 24 years old.
1 le received one shot over the right eye pass
ing through the brain.
John Burnam was about 31 years old.
i c received one shot above the left eye
brow, passing through the brain, two
through the right shoulder, one behind the
right ear, and one in the right hand.
William Cornelison was about 35 years
old. He received one wound in the right
breast, passing out under the left shoulder
blade, and one shot in the back of the
right arm, about five inches below the
shoulder blade.
Kit Ballard was about 29 years old. He
received one shot in the cheek, one in the
temple, one in the back, ranging through
the heart, and one in the right rear hip.
The verdict of the Coroner's jury to-day
was: “Jasper Maupin was killed by a
pistol shot from the hand of John Bur
narn. Burnam, Cornelison, and Ballard
came to their deaths by pistol shots from
the hands of Lee Maupin, Brutus Maupin,
and William Gooch.”
The Grand Jury have the case now.
The above parties were well connected and
respected.
(Seven Children Horn of One Homan In
a Vea r.
Florence Times.
Silla Mack, who gave birth to five children
at a birth on Mr. A. E. Gregg's planta
tion in August last, gave birth to twins on
last Saturday, a boy and a girl who are
living and doing well; the rest of her
labors for one year being four boys and
three girls—seven in all. Dr. E. Miller is
our authority for this. It is no sensational
hoax. It is a startling fact. We know of
some people who think seven in twenty
one years a large number. We feel for
them in the nervous shock which the above
may cause.
Darwin tells us that a woman’s feet may
“ blush instead of her face.” Certainly
they may. Why. one night last winter,
the feet of a Chicago woman standing
bare-footed on a sixth-story varanda, sud
denly took it into their heads to blush at
their own size, and hanged if people forty
miles south of there didn’t mistake it for
an aurora borealis.
\Y.[U)LK NO. 51).
Tougli (he* lug.
a One night Blmiger cane home later than
tlsnal. He stumbled into the kitchen, ami
called to hia wife in an adjoining bedroom,
demanding in thick uncertain tones to know
if she had set out any biled pork and cab
bage for him. She replied to him. rather
sharply, that he'd find it where she always
left it \
Blodgerstumbled into the pantry, and
found a broad dish containing a gelatinous
compound, which he speedily attacked.
But the cabbage wouldn't be masticated.
He got a piece m his mouth, and the more
he chewed the tougher it grew. He work
ed awhile, and then called out :
pohoo-oh ?-wough 1 Say (hie)
MollyJ Wha’kind o’ cabbage, (hie)
d’y (hie) call this? I might’s
welj ttvJßhchaw thunder!”
rs?e Bind get out of bed in an
instant, ami with a limited candle she en
tered the pantry.
“Simon Blouger! aren’t you a pattern
man? My caps ami yourown dickies, that
l left in starch over night! Now 1 know
you are drunk !”
Blodger was confounded. He was
caught in flagrante delicto, and for the
sake of peace in the family he dropped his
committee meetings thenceforth.
Making- lliu Jeni !*rn<i.
V . Jewish Meeetnyer,
.\JexßmloiVf Bosnia evidently believes
in t efficiency ofAirayer. In the syna
gogu\Lublin, placals were recently placed
their dwellings
would
oftener for the su*-t%s\f the Russian army.
And thev were father commanded to
chant the Russian hymn in tin* synagogue,
and to contribute more money for the sup
port of the Russian paupers. This a speci
men of that civilization of which tho Rus
sians are, according to Mr. Gladstone, tho
standard hearers.
niij-ukigifUiiß IlcutN.
The smartest ytwig man wo have heard
of lately spells
A Nevada of an urchin
who had heeiv-play wuli.-iii rraales ’tail, as
“ a spoilt chihl.”
Hon. A. 11. Stephens has educated
more than sixty young mutiaiul hoys.
W liat a record Ibr this
to leave behind him !
A wiehed mnh killed himself in tho
lowest a Nevada mine, and the ac
count says. “ Thus his alleged soul was
saved over half u mile of transportation.’?^
“ Gentlemen, f introduce you to my
friend, who isn’t ns stupid as he appears to
he.” Introduced friend, with vivacity,
—•‘That’s precisely the difference be
tween my friend ana myself,”
Here is a good ono from Joe Carter, of
the DcKalh Sewn: “ Tho Milledgcville
Old Capital wants the capital on tho
‘ ground of economy.’ We want it on tho
ground of the city hall in Atlanta.”
A good little boy, who was kicked by a
nm!e, did not say naughty words, or go
bmmvrrytng to hts brother. He jitfct tied
the mule within five feet of a bee hive,
backed him around to it, and let him kick.
Ger.. McClellan characterizes his nomi
nation for Governor of New Jersey as
“one of tho surprises of his life.” He
got severnl of the other “ surprises of his
life ” from Stonewall Jackson and Robert
E. Lee.— St. Louis Globe-Democrat .
“I’m one of the ten virgins!” yelled a
Kansas bride, as she broke the coal oil
lamp over her husband’s head for coming
home at 2 o'clock in the morning. .“ Well,
there will be but nine virgins in the
morning.” said he as he poured a shovelful
of coals into the oil on the lloor.
Asa passenger train was nearing Grays
villt*. Catoosa county, a few days since, the
pilot struck a negro who was sitting on the
rail, apparently asleep. He was thrown
from the track some ten feet, and woke up
rubbing his eves. As the train passed the
negro yelled out, “ Who frowed dat
brick?” He received only a few bruises
and a slight fracture of the skin.
It was court week at a country tavern,
and a late comer was given one of a dozen
cots, which had been put up temporarily
in the parlor. There was a grand chorus
of snores from the other cots. After an
hour or more of this uproar, one of the
most rousing snores brought up with a
snort, and was suddenly silent. A French
man, who occupied a cot in the extreme
corner of the room, exclaimed : “ Thank
God, you ish dead !”
It is a strange thing to see a city chap at a
country party, but he was there, and in his
conversation with one of the prettiest lasses
ventured to inquire :
“ Were you ever at a watering place?” 1
“ Oh, yes,” replied she, “I live right at
one.” “ Indeed !” exclaimed he growing
interested, “where might it be?” “Oh,
just out here a little way,” was her reply,
“my father keeps the railroad tank.”
The city chap, wondering whether she was
in earnest or making fun of him, there
dropped the subject.
When a railway was opened in Virginia,
on a certain occasion, a bishop was called
upon to make the prayer. Nothing in any
prayer-book, or in his usual private devo
tions, would exactly “applicate” the oc
casion. So he wrote out a prayer, and
read it from the manuscript. This per
formance greatly astonished some of the
negroes who hovered on the outskirts of
the crowd. “ Pomp.” said one of the ebo
nies, “what does you tink of dat?” “I
tinks.” replied Pomp, “datdis is dc fust
time dat de Lord was eber written to onde
subject ob railroads.”
By the way. it is said that a distinguish
ed Georgia Republican—no less a person
age than ex-Attorney-General Akerman—
is wanted in South Garolina. It seems that
during the progress of the Returning Board
cases before the Supreme Court last Winter
Akennan was adjudged to be in contempt
and had a fine imposed upon him. Tne
correspondent of the Charleston Journal of
Commerce says he “ ingloriously fled under
cover of darkness, leaving his hotel bill
unpaid.” We are quite sure the latter
portion of this accusation does the ex-At
torney-General injustice, but we advise
him to go back to Columbia and pay his
fine like a little man. Hampton's govern
ment needs it. —Chronicle Constitution
alist.