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A NOVEL NEW NEW YEAR’S IFT. “ So you won't have me, Nellie? You are sure you won't marry ine?” l*rctty little Mrs. Nellie Willard looked meditatively out of the window into the quiet village street, as If among tl* leafless trees and on the frost-bound landscape she could find the answer to llarry Levison's questions. Then, after a moment, she turned her face toward him—a face as fresh and fair in its peachy bloom ns many a young girl ten years her junior. “ I—l—am—afraid I can't, Mr. Le vison.” Mr. Levison looked her straight in her bright blue eyes—such lovely blue eyes, soft as velvet, and the color of a violet that had bloomed in the shade. “You are— ‘ iif mid’ —you can't, Mrs. Willard? Answer me another question —yes—or no—do you love me?” She blushed and smiled, and looked bewitchingly. “Why, Mr. Levison, 1 mean Harry, of course 1 do—like you ! I always did, ever since I first knew you, years and years ago.” “When Will Willard won the prize all we fellows were striving for! So you liked me then, Nellie, you like me now? Then why won’t you many’ me? You’ve been a widow for three years now. Isn't that long enough to mourn the virtues of the departed?” “ You wicked man ! As if 300 years could ever teach me to forget poor, dear Wilson.” Her bright eye reproved him sharply, and he accepted with good grace. “ Granting the truth, Nellie, that your deceased husband was a good fel low and a loving partner, I still cannot see why you refuse me. That is the subject under consideration at present, Nellie! Why won't you marry me?” Then Mrs. Willard’s face grew a lit tle paler, and her plump, fair hands trembled. “Because, Ilarrv, because Wilson Willard, on New Year's day, made me promise never to marry again.” “Stuff and nonsense! What if he did. A bad promise is better broken than kept.” Mrs. Willard twisted her ring uneasi ly, ami looked at the illuminated shield of the stone. “ I know it is,” she said slowly “ but—” Mr. Levison looked earnestly at her. “ Yes— ‘ but what, Nellie? In all respect 1 say it—poor Willard is dead and gone ; and you've been true to his memory all these long years, and what has he to do with you now?” “ I know,” she said, meditatively, “but—but, Harry he made me solemn ly promise never to marry again under penalty of his everlasting displeasure. And—don’t be angry with me, Harry, will you? But I almost know he would appear to me!” The lovely blue eyes were lifted in such piteous appeal to his, and the pretty little widow made such a nerv ous move nearer to him, that it was the most human thing in the world for Mr. Levison to put his arm protectingly around her and assure her he was not angry with her. “ So you believe he would haunt you, Nellie, if you broke your promise? A sensible little woman like you to verita bly believe in such superstitious fol-de rol! And, after having waited for ten years of your married-life, and three years of your widowhood, you condemn me to hopelessness for the sake of such a chimera—for the sake of such a shad ow as your husband's ghost!” And Nellie looked imploringly at him again, and her lips quivered, and the tears stood in great crystals on her long lashes. “Oh, Harry, how cruel you are ! You know I love you better than all the world, only—l dare not marry again ! Don't be angry—please don't be angry with me!” And Mr. Levison looked down at her lovely face, and assured her he never could be angry with her, and then went away heaping maledictions on the head of the defunct husband who had been tyrant enough to burden his young wife with such a promise. The last sunset rays were flinging their golden and scarlet pennons on the pale, blue-gray sky, when Mr. Levison opened the door of his cozy sitting room at home, to be met by the laugh ing face and gay welcome of a young gentleman, who had evidently been making himself at home while he waited. lleigho, Levison ! Surprised to see me? ]low are you old fellow —how are you!” Mr. Levison stared a second, then greeted him warmly. “ Fred Willard ! Where in the name of goodness did you spring from? Why, I thought you were not to sail from England for a long six months yet. Old boy, bless you, I'm glad to see you, al though for "the instant I confess I was startled—you are the living image of your brother W ilson. eve been dis cussing ghosts, you know Young Willard’s eyes gleamed mis chievously, as he interrupted irrever ently : “ 1 We, is good, Levison. lou mean my pretty little sister-in-law. of course. I know she religiously believes in 'em. I know lain impatient to see her —for the first time since Will’s funeral. Mr. Levison had been looking thought fully at the embers glowing, like melted rubies, behind the silver bars of the grate: now he turned suddenly to Fred, and laid his hand persuasively on his shoulder. “ See here, Fred ; you arc a friend of mine, and I am about to put your friend ship to the test, 1 want you to do me VOL. II—NO. 23. a very great favor ; will you?” Fred laughed. “ Will I? Of course I will. What's up?” And Mr. Levison turned they keys of the doors, and the consultation lasted until the housekeeper rang the dinner bell. Five hours later the moon was just creeping over the tops of the trees, making a perfect fbsxl of silver-gold on the quiet scene, and Airs. Willard, with a fleecy-white zephyr shawl and her arpe brown hair, was standing at the kitchen door, on her return from a tour of insjMsetion to the snug little barn and carriage house, which she had per sonally seen was secure for the night, ever since her husband's death. Her cheeks were flushed to the tint of an oleander flower by the keen kiss of the frosty air, and her eyes were glowing like blue fires as she stood there one moment in the broad band of white moonlight that lay athwart the floor like a silent blessing. Then, with a little involuntary exclamation at the perfect beauty of the night, she went in, locked the door after her, for her three servants were all retired l'or the night, and then gave a little shriek, for standing in the self-same accustomed place he was wont to occupy, and look ing as natural as if it were himself in the flesh, was her husband. She stifled her shriek, and tried bravely to feel brave, but her heart was tearing around very undisciplinedly as she realized that she was looking upon a bona-fide ghost—a veritable inhabitant of the land of eternal shadows, “Will!” she said, faintly, with her hand tight on the handle of the door, “ Will, is it you?” His voice was precisely as it had been in the old days—mellow, musical, a little domineering—Will’s undenia bly, unmistakably, "“ Who should it he hut I, Nellie, and come on purpose to communicate with you.” “ Yes?” she gasped, but what for?” I have tried—l have done everything that I thought you could wish. There is nothing wrong, Will?” The pale, moon-lighted face, the speechless black suit, the spotless linen, the very same in which lie had been buried, the low, familiar voice—it al most paralyzed Nellie, and yet, aided by the very material contact of the door nob. she stood her ground and listened. “ Nothing wrong with you, Nellie, but with me. 1 came to bring you a New Year's present.” “ Nellie was startled, and at him curiously, wondering what lie had brought from the other world. “1 present you,” he said. “ with your liberty, for I can't rest in my grave knowing the wrong I unintentionally committed in binding you to perpetual widowhood for my sake. I come to re voke my decision —to give you my full permission to marry again, and my ad vice to marry Horace Levison. Promise me you'll do it, and I will rest peace fully forever.” “ Oh, Will!—if you will say so—if you think it best —yes !—yes, I will!” Her face was pale enough now to have past for a ghost herself. “Go look at the big-clock in the dining-room, Nellie, and see if its near the stroke of twelve.” She went dumbly, mechanically, at his behest; and, when she came back, he was gone and the moonlight streamed in on an empty room. Then the reaction followed, and Nel lie flew up to her bed room, and locked the door, and covered her head with a shawl, and sobbed and cried hysterical ly, until her over-wrought nerves found relief in sleep. The next day Mr. Levison sent a little note over, apologizing for his seeming discourtesy in not coming to tell her good-by on his sudden depar ture for an indefinite time, and telling her that her cruel decision never to marry agalh had been the cause of it, and that they might never meet again, etc., etc. To which Nellie, all pale, alarmed and crimson with confusion, penciled an answer assuring him she had changed her inind, and begging him to come over to lunch, to see her, and meet her brother-in-law, who had only just ar rived from abroad. Of course Mr. Levison came, and it didn’t take two minutes to settle it, nor did he laugh at her when she solemnly related her experience of the night be fore. “ For it was his ghost, Harry, just as true as I am alive and speaking to you !” “ A jolly—l mean a thoughtful, pains taking spirit, Nellie! Lless his ghost ship, we'll hold him in eternal remem brance.” Nor did his countenance change a a feature, even when he and Nellie and Fred Willard discussed the marvelous ly obliging kindness of the departed. Nor did pretty, blooming, blushing Mrs. Nellie ever for a moment dream that her visitant was Fred himself, assisted by a wig and false whiskers —nor was there any need she should know, for her happiness was secured, her conscience at case. HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY. JANUARY 30, 18T8. A Scene in Judge YYluirfleldN Court. Wa*kini*o (<fa). Uanttf. Many ludircous tilings occur in our county Court, over which Judge (’. 10. Wingfield presides with the strictest and most even-handed justice, and with a ju dicial dignity amounting almost to stern ness. t)n Monday there was a scene enacted which shook even the stern dig nity of Judge W. A negro living on Mr. William W. Rhodes’ place came to town on that day in astute of great in dignation and determined upon having legal vengeance upon a colored neigh bor. He repaired to Judge Wingfield's court-room and coming before that mag istrate said he wanted to “git de papers fur to rest Ji in Hoard fur steal in’ my lmg.” “Did Jim steal your hog?” said the Judge. “ Dat lie did boss, sure." “ Well, how do you know? What evidence have you?” inquired Judge W. Negro—“ Plenty evidence boss. I know lie done tuck dat same black bar ror hog sho.” Judge—“ Well, tell me how you kuow it ?” Negro—“ Well Jedge, I tell you all bout it, zactly how 1 come to know it was Jim Heard tuck my hog. You sec boss, I had a black barrer what come up cbery night and moruin’ fur to git his feed when I call him. Well, tother day in dc mornin’ when I cull dat hog he never come 'tall but lie was missen. Well boss, dat very same day Jim Heard lie come by my house an’ he axed me if lie mightn’t git some broom straw outen er my field, and 1 told him yes hemout git it. So I knowed frum dat, dat Jim he done tuck dat hog sho, cause Jim had plenty broom straw in he own field. But dat ain’t all, boss, cos dat eheniil I went ober to see Jim and staid dar to supper, and when ho wife was cookin’ supper I smell fresh meat powerful strong, and when we go fur to eat supper Jim had plenty fresh meat, and I knowed den dat fresh meat wus some uv my black barrer lmg.” Judge— * Well, is that all the evi dence you have ?” Negro —“ No boss dat aiu’t all, I got God’s evidence, and data de best kind, its betternyour law Judge, your law is folks’ law and it can’t stun’ fore de law of God.” Judge —“What do yon mean, how have you got any evidence from God?” Negro—“ Well, Judge, we sifted him, and flats dc best law, cos its God’s law.” Judge—“ Sifted him! What do you mean by sifted him ?” Negro—“ Why Judge we sifted lnm wid des fer, c >rdin ler de Bible. We tried him wid de sifter ami data dc nig ger stole my hog and I wants de papers fur ter search him cordiu ter de law of it.” Judge—“ Well tell me more about your evidence from the Lord ; how did you find out anything with the sifter ? 1 don’t understand that way of getting at the truth?” Negro —“ Don’t you boss? Well its de best way slm, an’ I’ll tell all about it. Arter I done been an’ eat supper at Jim’s house, I cum home and I tole my old ooman that Jim have plenty fresh meat at he house; she say right away, Jim feedin you wid you own meat, dat’s why de black barrer didn’t come home dis mornin’ nor dis ebenin’ midder fur ter get he feed when you call him. Jim got (hit hog slio, and 1 gwinc cotch him, I gwinc to sift him. Bo she got dc sif ter and she stuck de pints ob her scissors in dc rim, an' den she put her fingers through de holes in de handles like as if she were gwine ter cut something wid em and hold de sifter up and call ober all dc names uv de neighbors and of ev erybody she knowed, aud dar de sifter stay, never move tall. But de very minute she say Jim Heard; de sifter jump right often de pint uvdem scissors and roli straight cross dc floor right to wards Jim’s house and nufliu nor no body couldn’t stop it.” Judge —“ What, do you call that evi dence?” Negro—“ Sartin I does Judge, and 1 calls it de very best sort, cos its God’s, and its bettern your law, and I wants ile papers fur to search fur my hog and fur to rest Jim Heard on a felenuy, fur he stole dat black barrer sho.” Judge—“ Why do you say this is God's Jaw, and is according to the Bi ble?” Negro—“ Cos, don’t de Bible say dey shall be sifted and de chaff shall he sep arated from de wheat? Hat’s whar we gits it and its so too.” * The Judge gave him a search war lant, placing much more reliance, how ever, in the fact that Jim had fresh meat for supper than in the way the sifter rolled at the name of Jim. A ham well packed in pulverized charcoal, after the usual smoking, will keep for years. Butter put into clean pots, and well surrounded with char coal will keep for twelve months. This is the antiseptic quality of charcoal, arising from the fact that each atom has the capacity of absorbing a thousand times its bulk of deleterious gases, and thus keeps what it surrounds in perfect purity. Eacfsifor.fllame Who (turn Kerosene. Cent.-at AVw Jeftey Timet. Kerosene oil is one of the products derived from refined crude pctrolium ns it comes from the well. The oil is always more or less danger ous, according to the amount of vola tile gases left in it. Every lamp filled with the oil is lia ble to explode after burning several hours. But no explosion will ever happen with a lamp full. The danger comes from a constant generation of an invisible vapor in the confined space above the oil. This va por, w hich is inflammable, is caused by the heat of the burner communicated to the oil; but it will not explode unless exposed to the flame. The metal at tachments on lamps often become 40’ warmer than the oil, which is itself sometimes as high as 200’. Hence ker osene, to he entirely safe, should be near 150° proof. But very little of the oil used is as good as this. Of sixty-three samples tested, only eight were found entirely safe. This will account for the terrible loss of human life from the almost uni versal use of kerosene oil. In the Uni ted States alone, last year, over 100 deaths per week were reported from ac cidents by kerosene. A simple test is to place a tnblespoon ful of the oil in a saucer and apply a lighted match; if the oil ignites, it is unsafe, never use it. 11' it does not take fire it is not necemtarity safe; because the temperature of the oil in the open air is not so great as that in a burning lamp. The only reliable test is one made by slow ly heating some oil in which a ther mometer is placed, constantly noting the number of degrees and applying a lighted match, not to the oil, hut to the vapor, if any, just above the surface. If the oil flashes below 120’ reject it. This flashing point is the temperature at which the oil emits an inflammable vapor, and depends upon the quantity of naptha or gasoline in the oil. 'lliis point should always be higher than the temperature that the oil ever reaches in a lamp, which is often 100 degrees. Cautions. 1. Keep the metallic paris of lamps clean ami the air passages open. 2. After a lamp has been burning three or more hours at one time, never relight again till filled. 3. In extinguishing the light, turn the wick down quite low and allow a few seconds to intervene before blowing out the flickering flame, or, heifer still, do not blow it out,, but let it ‘ flicker” out. Not as Bull as he Looked. lie was a stupid darkey, anybody could Me that, and as he walked into a Vicksburg grocery store, some of the idlers that congregated in that neighbor hood determined to play a joke on him. He walked up to the landlord and asked him for work—anything, no matter what it was, so long as it paid a living. The landlord had no work, but referred him to Bill Dobbins, who sat on a chair near by, with his feet perched on a barrel. Bill had the reputation of being a ter rible wag, and as the darkey approached him, the hoys crowded round to see the fun. “Boss, I'm hard up; can’t you give me a job?” asked the negro. Bill looked up, winked at the hoys, and replied: “Yes, I think I can; if you’!! feed yourself and furnish the stock, I'll get you to do some ploughing for me.” Bill laughed at this witty sally, the boys laughed and the landlord roared, Bill lieing one of his best customers. The darkey scratched his head, appear ed to reflect a minute, and then re marked : “ 1 can’t do that, boss. I has a propo sition just like that this morning, ami as tin! other man came first, I think he ought to have the preference.” “ What was it?” inquired Bill. “ Well,” says the darkey, “ I asked a man for work this morning,and he says: If you’ll furnish the lines and the bait, I’ll give you half the fish you ketch.” Bays Bill: “ I believe that puts the drinks on me!” And they drank. Plotijhlnj die hod of <nc Ocean. lioHion Journal of Ghevni* ry. During the past summer we witnessed deep-sea ploughing in the harbor of Bel fast, Maine. The bottom of the hay is covered with a tenacious, clayey deposit into which the steam shovel penetrates with difficulty; and to loosen it a huge Michigan plough was set to work under the water, drawn by steam power on the shore, using a wire rope to form connec tions. The water at high tide was about twenty feet deep when the plough was working. The man that held it was enc-sed in the diver’s armo - , and supplied with air by a flexible tube con necting with an air-pump on board of a vessel floating above. He came up at our request, and after removing his air tight helmet and conversing a few min ; utes, was again put in connection with the pump, and, disappearing under ihe water, went on willi the ploughing. This to us was a novel proceeding, and so fiir as we can learn, it wus the first experiment of the kind ever made. He Was Strictly Honest. Iltiioft free Trent, A citizen of John K. street not only keeps u score or more of hens, hut, the family take pride in them, and the slightest noise in the backyard at mid night amuses every inmate of the house. A morning or two since a weary look ing old chap culled at the side door with a dead lien in his hand, and when ' the servant girl had summoned the lady I of the house he said : “ Madam, as I was walking clown the alley just now a l>ov jumped over your fence with t his dead hen in his hand. I am jioor and hungry, hut I'm honest, madam. This hen belongs to you. She will make you a beautiful dinner. 1 ask for no reward, madam, though the smell of colfee almost makes me crazy with delight.” “ Those had 1 n >y—they ought to he shut up !” exclaimed the indignant lady. “So they had. madam. It is a sin to murder a young and healthy hen in this sudden manner. I could have taken the body and sold it, hut I would not do so base a thing. No, madam, I am as hungry as a wolf, hut 1 am hon est. There is your hen, lady, and al though I need food 1 will not .” lie laid I lie hen beside the door and was going away when sho asked him to come in and get breakfast, lie ac cepted the invitation, cleared the table, and hod been gone about five minutes when the girl called to her mistress : Why this lien is frozen us solid as a rock, and only about half of it is here!” The lady investigated, saw tlint it was a “corpse" which had been kick ing around for days, and us she rushed for the front gate, there was a bright red spot on each cheek, but the man was out of sight. Trialing Off* e Secrets. tit Cluiltepnl/lieait. A properly conducted printing office is us much a secret ns n Masonic Lodge. The printers arc not under oath of se crecy, blit always feci themselves os truly in honor bound to keep office secrets ns though triple outlied. Any employe in a printing office who willingly disregards this rule in relation to printing office secrets would not only be scorned by his brethren of the cruft, but would lose his position at once. We make this state ment because it sometimes happens that a communication appears in a newspa per under an assumed signature which excites comment, and various parties try to find out who is the author. Let all be saved the trouble of ques tioning the employes of the printing of fice. They are know-nothings on such points as the-e. On such mutters they have eyes and ears, no mouth, uml if they fail to observe this rule, let them be put down as dishonorable members of the craft. It is the same in job printing. If any thing is to be printed and kept secret, the proper notice be given of the desire of secrecy, and you might ns well ques tion the Hphynx as one of the printers, so that even the secret books for lodges are printed without fear. A Much Wounded Man. Wi.rettl-.r (J'o-.) Among the lodgers at the station house lust night was William Brown, a native of Mississippi, who served in the confederate army and hears marks of four severe wounds. He was in the Sec oml MisH'Hsipi regiment at the battle ol Shiloh, and a bullet passed through his face, from the left to the right side, and breaking the jaw hone in three places. On the right side of the face two of the breaks (lid not knit, and a piece of the jaw; with two teeth, can b<> moved around at will, presenting quite a remarkable case. He also lost one of his little lingers, was shot in the calf o : one leg, and has a deep sabre cut in one side of his body. He is a good-natured little fellow, standing five feet one inch in height, ahd is thirty-five years old. This is his first visit North, and he thinks the weather pretty cold, lie is on his way to Boston to visit his broth er, hut intends to return South again in a few days. Loving Friend*. Never cast aside your friends if by any possibility you can retain them. We are the weakest of spendthrifts if we let one drop off through inattention, or let one push away another, or if we hold aloof from one through petty jealousy or heedless slighter roughness. Would you throw away a diamond because it pricked you ? One good iriend is not to lie weighed against the jewels of the earth. If there is coolness or unkind ness between us let us come face to face and have it out. Quick, before the love g-ows co’d ! Life is too short io quar rel in, or to carry black thoughts of friends, it is easy to lose a friend, hut a new’ one will not come for calling, nor make up for the old one. WHOLE NO. 7'). IION. 11. H. HILL. The OUt CttpittU throws the following hand grenade at the great Southern or ator lien. 11111. It is interesting and leppery; When Mr. Bejnmin 11. Hill wns a candidate for Senator in opposition to true and tried Tom Norwood, we wero opposed to his election. Onr reasons wore that while we had every confidence in Mr. Hill’s ability, we had no confi dence in his stability, and, if the truth must lie told in. Ids honesty. We !♦*- lieved it was a dark day for Georgia, when by outside pressure and sinister influences be was made Georgia's Ken* utor. The legislature in electing him failed to represent the wiulies of the majority of the people of the State, and now that, lie is elected, Mr. Hill, seems to take a peculiar pleasure in misrepre senting their views and opinions upon nearly, if not all. the important meas ures ihnt come before the Congress of the United States. We might go on and enumerate in stances in which lie lias thus acted. Hut we pass them over to consider the most important—that of Ids position upon f lie financial question now pending in the national assembly. In tins, Mr. Hill has proven that he is one of three things, a fool, a knave, or nil insufferable egotist. Few people have accused him of the first, lie is sharp enough, in fact, too sharp. As to the second, opinions are divided, and so far as the third goes, ev ery man who has ever seen Hill, heard Hill, or read Ben Hill’s writing is al rendy convinced. It is of little moment however, whether lie is one or another of the three, the result is just the sumo to Georgia and the country at large. But to the specifications. That the contraction policy of the Specie resump tion hill is ruinous to the country, is attested by ever}' wire that flashes failures and suspensions, strikes and riot s to the four quarters of the globe. The time set for it is months off and yet every day’s telegrams bring us news of the failure of men in every line of busi ness. suspensions of apparently healthy ami sound monied corporations, and all the other miseries and ills growing out of paralyzed industries, prostrate enter prises, and nnremunerative labor. If .Mr. Hill cannot see this, lie is a fool. If i seeing all this, lie for personal consider ations—there are those who do not hesi tate to charge it—gives t lie weight of his vote and influence to the money power of Wall street and the holders of gov ernment l>onds. then he is a knave ; and if aside from these two, he thinks that i lie knows more about the financial oon- > ditinu of this country than all Georgia put together, and that his genius and j statesmanship are equal to the task of averting the <1 ire-anil widespread calam ity that w ill overtake Georgia and the Union if this iniquitous measure is not repealed, then it is an exhibition of ego -1 ism so sublime, if sublime such a thing may be, which, even those who have I known so well his weakness in this di rection would never have thought him capable of. For all this, let Mr. Hill’s action oomc from what motive it may, there is one remedy—a violent one it may be, but violent diseases require violent reme dies. The people are sovereign. Let them take the matter in hand, and through the proper party methods de mand of Mr. Hill, liis resignation of his high olllee. They certainly have the right to demand that he shall represent their views or give way to a man who docs. For ourselves, we should rejoice to see such a move, and in so mithori tive shape that Mr. Hill, egotist, knave or fool though he be, should not dare disregard it. The Valdosta Thnet and one or two other journals we wot of, have taken up the cudgel in Mr. Hill’s defence. Wc advise them to go slow. Wc have seen people bite oir more than they could chaw, and we opine that the man who essays to defend the honorable Senator Hill against attack from all the follies and mistakes into which his knavery, want of judgment, or egotism may lead him, will find themselves with a heavier load and steeper grade than they bar gained for. An Old Kentucky Duet. Frankfort Commom9tal h Jl ulrjepurt Letter. A duel was fought at Soap Island, in Bridgeport, in 18150. The partici pants were Shelton and Kingsbury. Shelton thought it was real; Kingsbury knew it to he a joke. The guns were loaded with soft soap. Shelton won the first fire, banged away and dropped l>el ind a log. Kingsbury walked up, put the muzzle of the gun against the head of Shelton and pulled the trigger. Such a looking man was never seen. Soft soap covered his head entirely. In the agony or dis pair Shelton reached up, got a handful of soap and exclaim jed : “ Oh. my poor brains ! my jxx>r ! brains !” lteulizihg the hoax, he sprang up and chased Kingsbury off the island with rocks, swearing all the while like a sailor. She'ton afterward enlisted in Houston’s war, and made a good sol dier. Coming back from Texas, he , passed through llardinsville with his gun on his shoulder. One of his old friends cried ouf, “ Halt!” He did so. “Present arms!” lie presented. “ Make ready !” He did so. “Take aim!’” lie aimed. “Fire!” And ho j wheeled, and fired right at the fellow, the bullet just missed his head, went through the door and dropped on the floor inside. Shelton took to his heels. In the civil war he made a brave sol dier, was unflinching in his attention to | duty, and died like a soldier at Mis j sionary Ridge.