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Newspaper Page Textthe mercury. wnt«rei1 m icoond-elaM mntttr at til* lu B dtravlll* Poatofflca, April 37, UMk gnndemlllo, Washington County, Hi, rUBLISHBD »T a. j. j^RisriaA.2sr, FEOFBIITOB AMD PUBLIBBBB. piib«orlptlon-...M« - tl-W P*r Tear B. D. EVANS, ATTORNEY AT LAW. BandSrevUla, Ga. April I. W#> c. c. BROWN, attorney at law. Bandersvllle, a a. $. Will practlcw In the State and United Stated Court*. Office In Court-house. Watches, Clocks And JEWELRY RKFAIRKD BT J EH IT I GAIT. O. W- H. WHITAKER, DENTIST, Handeravllle, Ga. TERMS CASH. office nt Ills Healdcnco, on llnrrls street. Aurll 3d. huso. MUSIC, MUSIC JERNIGAN FOR— VIOLINS, AWDB0N8, Bows, Strings, Rosin Boxes, Etc. BUY YOUR Oj OlUtllllliU )j FROM JERNIGAM, None genulno without our Trade Hark. Uu lmnU and for sale, Bmnvhffl, NOSE GLASSES, ETC. Machine Needles, Oil and Shuttles, FQUA1.T, KINDS OF MACniNKS, foraale. 1 will alao order pnrta of Mnclilnea that get broken, for which new pieced ure wanted. A. J. JEBNIGAN. O. H. rtOOF.H* HINES & ROGERS, Attorneys at Law, SANDERSVILLE, QA,, Will practice In the counties of Washington, Jeffernon, Johnson, Kmaunel and Wilkinson, ana in the U. 8. Court* for the Southern Dis trict of Georgia. Will act aa agenta In buying, selling or renting Real Estate. Office on West aid* of Public Square, Oct11-tf Dr. H. B. Hollifield, •— A. J. JERNIGAN, Proprietor. VOLUME IV • DEVOTED TO LITERATURE, AGRICULTURE AND GENERAL INTELLIGENCE. • • r 4 THE MJ2ROUR fifokL «— %reraUBB0) Etfifif ftfeBDAV : Jk 0 NOTICE. SWAli eommunleaUoni intended for thlt ipanidd wt* the full $1. SO per Annum. SANDERSVILLE. GA., TUESDAY. NOVEMBER 13, 1883. XDITOKiVl. SiOTF.9. Tun losi by flro in tldi country anti Canada is lining to startling proportion*. In ilio flint the months of thi* year (bore woro 0,175 reported tiros, involving a lo** cl nonrly $18,000,000. Germany lias flvo hundred mill* for llio manufacture of wood pulp. Such a degreo of porfootion Las been attained in tho treatment that oven for tho the bettor qnnlities.of paper tho wood pulp is substituted for pulp mudofrom rags. It coinlittiles flovonty-ilve por cent, ol llio paper 6tock u»od throughout Ger many. . --ft *,; ,j Thus far this sonBon tho rspresontfc tiros of tho Dwyer Brothers’ stablo hnvt won forty-eight races and $132,300 ir money. Of tliia amount Miss Woodfero ha, won $52,085; Goovge Kinney, $89, 015; JBarues, $17,915; Bootjack, $9,010 Burton, $7,775; Wandering, $2,380; Eo ttador, $1,389; Hartford, $1,300; Kinj Fun, $175; Carley B., $175, and Green buuli, $1C0. Tiie South Carolina railway is tin most roniarkablo railway in tho Unitet States. It is tho first railway built ii ll.c south, if not in tbo United States it-i miloiigo has not been added to or re dured oiiioe its oomplo'ion; it lias nevo passed out of thohnnds or mmingomon of ill ntooklmlders; and has always bcei S'lejeHstiiliinil profitable. From Charles bn, South Carolina, to Augusta, Georgia and from t'hnrlcalon to Columbia ai'oib liuc*. (J V * ‘"oomv/uok BU1T1UCB Ml euo vii/mon* 8f_ BfndemvIlU and vicinity. Office with d °° r BsyD# ’ a RICHARDTHMisT" Attorney at law, EBSVILLE, GA. lYi’J* I’pifiec in nil tho courts of tho "hi c circuit, and in the counties sur- "umling Wf'shington. Special nUpn- 11 given to commercial law. E- S. LANGMADE, Attorney at Law, SANDERSVILLE, GA. mayor. <>■ IT. "ROGERS.; Cl'ft'RA' <c- 2'JtLASl/ r 'JtL'2i. Jj - E. 15, WELLS. AtA2iSIlA.LL. J ' E. IVEDDON. H, LAWSON, 1 V "; EAWLINOS, h - (i ' LANG, {; mayo; • •M il. BOYER. • 2 own of lenuille, All 0, “ Johl1 ^ Harman** ' L w. c. HurailUft. Tins Southern immigration coeicly, or gsnizod in Louisvillo, last month, pro pones to build immigrants’ recopliot houses nt sou'horn ports, and brinj Switzers and Gorman, ovor direct. The; iiiHlnnoo n Switzer who sold his forty nine aero farm in Switzerland, on whicl lio wa3 eking out an oxintonco, for enongl monoy t<) buy ono hundred and flfti acres in America, pny liis way ovor hero ntock his farm nud run it ono yonr. Thai was a good swap. In secluded parts of Mt. Olivet Ceme- lory, Washington, but far apart, are till gravos of Mory E. Surratt and Wirz, the knopor of tire Amlcrsonville prison. Wirz is buriod under a tall hickory treo, in which squirrels chatter and gambol, Tall, rank weeds and unkompt grass sun round the spot, and the nimplo word “Wirz,” on a small block of marble nl tho bond of the j rave, is tho only thing to denote his resting place. A small, plain hondstone has simply the nnrno, "Mrs. Mary E. Surratt." It is claimed that the cotton pickei just invented by Mr. Neason, of Sump- tor; South Carolina, differs from all pre vious inventions of the kind in tho very points where they wore deficient. The teeth of the now machine nro so sensi tively sot, it is^snid, that they will not clutch anything about a stalk of cotton but the opon boll. A stalk with a dozon bolls opon and twouty unripe can bo robbed of its roady cotton nnd left unin jured, Experiments liavo boon made uilh tho machine, and farmors who saw it ..oik say it will do TnE American consul at Orefeld, Mr. Potter, lias busied himself iu tracing out he sequel t& thirty-one marriages be tween Amoriotm girls and titled Germans. [Io ba, ascertained that with ono solitary exception they havo resulted in abandon ment, separation, divorce, or some othor conjugal disastor. It would bo inteicst- ing to know how th« other American girls who marry abroad fare. A writer in tho ‘Graphio suggests that if the consular service generally would follow the ex ample of our roproflontativo at Crefcld, a curious and usoful chapter on sociology might result. • — • Trot progress of tho Panama canal should be a souroo of congratulation to all wlio take an interest in permanent works for the convonieuco of mankind. Whan M. de L. ssops broke ground ho had 100,000,000 cubio metres of earth to rt move. lie lias already taken out about 2,500,000 cubio motrep, and after the first day of December ho expects, through an increased force of mon and machinery, to excavate 4,000,000 metres a month. This would enable him to finish the canal iu 1888. The workmon are negroes from the West India islands, and all the pre dictions of disease and death among them havo boeu negatived. The com pletion of llio canal within five ycirs is well assured. • DOES DEATH END ALL t Yes, death ends all the puny feuds of man— The earthly fevers and tho strifo for gold, Which mnko life aeem as .some half-finished plan, * And look ao little when the tale ia told. Hen strive a wlillo caol) circumstance to mould, To meet some feohlo purpose of the hoart, Then uoars the end—the blood grows thin and cold, And then tho soul, grown tirod of lime and Art, Half forms the wish that it might soon depart. Death ends the platform quibblingof the weak Who only oaper to make mankind stare. Scant la the meaning In thwwordslhcy speak— More scant tho Judgment In tho creeds they ■ 4 aha re?. But then, this land Is froo as God’s own air, And mop *ro free to institute rar,o schools To mock morality and sneer at prayers— To perch themselves on scientillo stools, And mote out wisdom—or bo simply fools. Death ‘ ends all doubting, doubt bolongs to earth— We know so little of onr own estate. We grow impationt closo upon our birth; And few thoro bo wlio. know ’tin well to watt Bueh small successes make tbo hoart clato, That we despiso tho wide, unknown abyss Of God’s deep wisdom, measureless and great. Onr pigmy Judgment sees tho world amiss, ’ And charges to His namo—death ends nil this 1 But what of man’s suklimcr part, tho aonl ? nath it no longing scarcely satisfied ? Does this life seem to it a mighty whole, Or bnt a wnvo on tho eternal tido— A stream so narrow to a sea so wide? All 1 still to reason, when lifo’s ending nears, One thought is paramount o’er all licsido— A wish to riso to more exalled spheres, And progress still through ovorlasting years. Wlienoe comos this wish ? Did tho eternal ono Furnish all things tho spirit fairly knows With tastes fulfilled, and leave tho soul undone? Not ao. Toward tho sun tho lcafiot grows, While from tho sun the leaflet's living flows. Tims shall the soul, through death's dark shadows fall, Find what it oraves whero'er it* essence goes. And through the tcar-clouds that surround ths pall Behold this legend—death does not end all. —William Lvi.k in Iiochentcr Union. HOW ONE WIFE MANAGED. BT Dll. DIO LBWIB. Deacon M., a rioh, roHpcctnblo man of sixty-six, married for bin third wife, Katie O., a pretty so whig girl of twenty- two. Some weeks before tho wedding, Katie, who had been my patient, came to ask my advice nbont her marriage, though, an she afterward oonfessed, nho was al ready engaged. I frankly advised against the match, spoke of tho Deacon’s daugh ters older than herself, and urged his well-known penuriousness. Bnt Katie was poor; the Deneon was rieb, had a flue house, kept a carriage, and was the most Considerable person in the neigh borhood. They woro married. The neighbors congratulated her. About two yoars after the wedding, Katie asked me, in a little note, to call, and mentioned that slio wished to see mo confidentially. Sho was not very sick, but wanted to ask my advice about her troubles. With much sobbing she told me that after being vory kind for a few months, tho Deacon had joined his daughters against her. I tried to comfort her, urging thnt in every position in life there were trials which wo must boar with Christian patience. ‘But,” said she, “I need clothing, and have often spoken of it, but ho always tells me of what the Apostlo says about braided hair, and gold, and pearls, and costly array." Fearing a bitter quarrol, perhaps a separation, and thinking I might assist in preventing it, I encouraged Katie to confide in mo, and bogged her to keep her troubles from all the world besides. She remnined “sick” a week, that sho night have some ono to talk to and cry to. Slie'finnlly said: “I suppose oven you think I am too fond of dress, and that the Deacon is rifjlit when lie lectures mo against the vanities of this world. When I was married I had only three good dresses. Our Irish servant has a better wardrobe than I ever had ” Katie’s mind dwelt *o much upon dress, that 1 thought it best to learn the facts. She at length convinced me that the Deacon’s refusal was a pieoe of his characteristic meanness. After a good deal of thought, I reached the conclusion for the thousandth time, that a wifo lias rights which tho husband is bound to respect. I fcdviscd a plain, frank talk with the Deacon. Tho next day she told mo that ho had said she had bet ter wait till ho had paid the doctor’s bill beforo she talked about dress. It was clear that botween the father and the daughters this poor ohild was pretty sure to be crushed. At length a plan of escape occurred to me. Katie could run a sewing machine. I took good Mrs. G. into my confidence, and then said to Katie: “Earn money with your sewing mo, chine, and buy a dress. Mrs. G. is my friend. Sho is a prudent woman, and will furnish the sewing." Having a motive for getting well, Katie was up the next day. I dropped in several times and found my patient NUMBER 32. The pro vy111 of tho South continues to getting on famously. ■ , ii , 0 *i, n slmrcish east- At length a resplendent silk appeared astonish tliopoopleof the sluggisu casi, , avio b ^ 8igtenj wore ern and middle states. When wealth is | Mtonishedi flnd ftfter the “ninthlv” had accumulating in the South at tno rato of. beon Bafely passe d, they divided their 000 000 ft year; when tho railroad time between the shining path to glory mUoagois keeping pace with the increase of whiohttegood mairw^ speaS.^, and the shining gown in the Deacon s pew. • dlcS has neen uuuuiou The Deacon was puzzled! Here was vear w hcn they read about such facts ^ dress which he had refused to yeiu n . 1, -AW. khtt r.... TT AlA «nf. if. 9 He was * L O a . .. in wealth, and when tho number of spm- dlcS has been doubled sinco the census veal- when they reau anoui i , I Jhe new dress wmen ue omi w ns those they begin to tluak-.that tjio. bn y_ How did she get it ? He was . ’ , ... i -..-.nriov bow. -ciu.mcrl to ask. Katie said nothing. South 1ms n future, and to wonder how suili things can be out of their own *ee- tion. Then, too, they see that southern cotton mills arc dividing from fifteen to twenty per cent, on the capital Invested, when' thoir own mi Is are struggling to keep out of bankruptcy. Altogether, the ashamed to ask. Katie said nothing. The daughters interrogated the dress maker. She said the silk came, she made the drew; the Demons wife had paid her; she presumed the Deaoon fur nished tie money; he certainly was rich enough. The merchant was quizzed. The youug wife had paid bun for the ailk and trimmings. That was all he keep out of bankruptcy, . 8 ilk nnd trimmings- , is w,, vs'r«s k Deacon and his daughters were not like, ly to find out about it until we dhose to divulge. . In another mouth a pretty hat wa< added to the yotyfig wife’s wardrobe, while the gorgeouBiauk shone on* in nl, its glory, moekingBliko the enriosity or her family and the ambition bf the sis terhood. * “And now for pity’s sake, where did the vain, silly thing get that ridiculous hat ? I wonder if she has forgotten that she is ai deacon’s wife ?” Various articles of olotliing appeared from time to time, and we were develop ing our “littlo game.’’ Katie knew noth ing of our ulterior purpose. We did not dare to give her the least hint of it; it would have frightenmMiMk Sho went on for months earning money with her sewing machine, and buying coveted ai> tides of dress and ornament. Of course it was very silly, but tho pttor ohild was not a bit of a deaconess. She h*d joined lier husband's church, but the work of grnco did not go deep enough to touoh tho love of French fiowors. After a time Mrs. G. whispered to a gossiping neighbor. Everybody in town, except the Deacon and his daughters- Anew the whole affair within twenty-four hours. Soon the Deacon received an anonymous letter, saying! “Yon- arc disgraced. Your wife is sowing to earn money to bny clothes. The whole neighborhood is sneering at you.’’ Tho Doooon wont straight at his young wife. . “Where did yon get the money to buy your new clothes ?” “I earned it by sewing I” “Who have yon boou sowing for?” “I cannot tell yon 1” “But I must know, and I will know 1” “If you ever find it out, it will be through somebody besides me. J wouldn't toll to save my lifo 1” “But do you know wlint you nro doing? Does not tho Bible command wives to obey their husbands? You will be sorry for this.” “Thnt is possible; bnt <my mind is made up.” “Bnt, my dear Katie, if yon wanted money to bny clothes, why did yon not come t.o me? You know if yon need money, all yon have to do is to come right to me. I would not havo hnd you done this tiling for ten thousand dollars. Tho world’s people will nevot stop talk* ing about it.” “I am surprised,” said Katie. “You can’t have forgotten that I have asked you again and again for money to bny clothing, and yon have not given me a dollar since we wero married. ’ Witli mingled anger and shame, the Deacon exclaimed: “Then why won’t you set apart what- aver you think is necessary for my clothing V If yon will give mo an allow ance, as yon do the girls, I will bo very thankful. You know what you givo them. If yon want me to dress as well as they do, and you will allow mo the same, it shall not be wasted I” “Would it not be better, Katie, to look upon our purse ns belonging to both of ns alike, and whenever you waiit any thing you go to it the same ns I do. I am sure a man’s wife hits just as good rights ns the man himself I Katie, shn’n’t we leave it just as it is, and you spend whatever you please ?” “Of course, Deacon, I shall have to do ’list as you think best, but I ought to J6 honest, and tell you that I think it would be better to arrange a definite sum, and then I shall not be obliged to lie nwnke thinking about it.” “Well,” said the Deacon, “I will tell you wliat we will do. I will hand you ten dollars every three months, which yon must use for pin money, and when you want to buy a dress, or any othor such large thing, come right to me.” Katie mode one more effort. “Deacon, f am sorry you can’t see it os I do. I shall use all the money you may give me in a very prudent way, but if there is less than I need, I shall earn it with my own hands. I will not beg again as “Well, now I want yon to understand that if you need any money you must come right'to me. This scandal, which is Bure to spread all over town, is a burn ing shame. I can’t seo what you wero thinking about. It will be an eternal disgrace to us all. The girls won’t dare hold up their heads. My wife taking in sewing I Pretty story ! I had rather have given you a satin dress every day in the vear, than to have had you done this thing 1 Why in the world didn’t you tell me you wanted some money ? I would have given you a thousand dol lars any day.” “Why, Deacon, what makes you say that? Don't you remember that day when the dressmaker was here making dresses for the girls, I begged for a dress, and at last was foolish enough to cry about it, nnd yon pushed me away, and said you didn’t think you hail mar ried a cry-baby ? That is llio last time I ever asked you for money. I fear I am not as useful as yon expected; and I don’t see why I may not earn tho little money I need; I am sure I don’t want to be. a burden to you.” “Katie, don’t talk in that way. Why, the world’s people will never stop poking at me. My wife taking in Bewingl Don’t that sound nice.” . long as I live.” This was exactly what she had promised to say. “Well,” angrily interrupted the Dea con, “as I am dealing with a Jew, I must come down. Madam, what are your terms ?” “I have no terms; I only want a small amount of money to buy a few garments. I will not humiliate myself by, begging for it. If you will arrange to furnish me with it, I shall be grateful, and give you in return all there is of me. If you do not give mo the money when ‘I need it, I shall work for it. If there is any extra work in your family which I can do for pay, I shall prefer to .work for you; but if not, I shall, with every pre-' caution to save your feelings, ask for work outside." “Madam, will you be kind enough to mention your terms ?” “If you will give two hundred dollars a year; and will be kind enough to let me have a quarter of it every three months, J. will make it pay for my cloth ing. You give each of your daughters three hundred, but I will make two hundred dollars do, and 1 will never ask ; for more, If ypq BW^e ’. hoc thi* rank, it will relievo me of a trouble.” ■WL .... . “Let lt'be so,” angrily exclaimed the Deacon. ' * ' A* he went out, he muttered tc him- self, •‘My wile taking In Rowing I The worid'i peftplo will never sto)j) sneering at mo. Taking in sowing^ Pretty story 1 Nevor cnU tell what a woman will do 1 Most unreasonable' creatures in the world I Taking in sewing 1 Wouldn’t had it happen, for fen thousand dollars 1 Thb world’s people will never stop laugh- lug about it.” . With persons in oomfbrtable circum stances this is a good and wiso expedient. Most happily I have known it to work in a number of cases. It has many ad vantages; it is honest, cpuvindng and effective. It challenges the respect of the husband, and if done in a gentle apirit awakens bis sympathy and sense of justice. Witli a little patience I think It will prove uniformly successful. Most' husbands will indignantly do- nounoo all snoh interference with the management o! thoir families. If a husband goes astray, nine tnon in ten are furious at tho tale-bearer who communi cates with tho wife; but lot tho wifo go astray, how full of sympathy and help for the wronged husband those same nine men arc. Gentlemen, fellow-husbands, has not this animal, brutal selfishness gone about far enough? Has not the time come, in the race of life, to remove all obstaelos from the pathway of those whom wo call "tlio weaker vossols ?” If either of us must bo haudioapped, which do you, brave men, say it shall bo ?— Dio Lewis's Monthly, -Death of Harwood. Norwood, the executioner, died at flomonstlo, England, from congestion of tho lungs and jaundioo. He was sixty-three years of age and had held his post for twelve years. Ho leaves a widow, but no son, os has been stated. Some incidents of his life sro narrated by a local correspondent who was per sonally acquainted with Murwood, and who had a long conversation with him shortly beforo his death. He says: “There were many attempts to get o portrait of Morwood, bnt ho always -re fused. An enterprising photographer offered him fifty pounds ono day for a sitting, but be declined, his explanation being that ono of the tilings he enjoyed more than anything else was to go to a town by an earlier train than ho was ex : pected, and mix in tho crowd that was waiting his arrival. If his correspond ence has been preserved it will bo vory curious. Quite recently ho showed me a sword of a Japanese cxeeutioner which had been sent to him by a gentleman from Brighton, and it was certainly of intrinsio value. He had contemplated, he Bald, putting another stonr on lo his shop ana making a kind of museum, where he could bIiow his friends and neighbors the peculiar tilings he had collected during his experiences as an oxeoutioner. Once only had ho on inter view with Galeraft, and that was when a party of Americans had naked to bo allowed to visit Cnlcrnft. Marwood went with some official to ask Cnlcrnft if he would receivo the visitors. He used to declare that previous to the execution in Ireland, when a prisoner’s arm caught in tho rope, ho had never had n single slip in his work. With regard to tho Durham execution, con cerning which ho was summoned to the Home Office, immediately after the question had beon put in Parliament, lie stated thnt the prisoner fainted at the last moment, and that that was the cause of the rope catching in his arm, aud ho was particularly careful tq men tion that at tiro inquest and satisfactorily cleared himself. His opinion was that in all future executions a warder should stand on each i.ido of the prisoners on a nlank extending over tho drop, and tho looso portion of th6 rope be tied up to the beam by a slight cord, which should give way by the weight of the body, and he declared that he should never undertake an execution again without theso precautions being adopted. Many of his Irish experiences were a source of great amusement to him. An escort used to meet him at-Ghester and accom pany him across the Channel. After some of tho early executions connected with the Phoenix Park assassinations, Marwood had to proceed to Glasgow, and he related how an escort which was to accompauy him were disappointed when they found that he declined their company and intended to move about England without any protection what ever. It was at Glasgow, while he was preparing tho prisoners on tho scaffold, that a letter was received by tho Gov ernor of tho jail which might lmvo been a respite. The Governor signaled to Marwood while ho road the lottor, which proved to be on other business. Mar wood receivod very few threatening let ters.”—London Standard. Preserved (1 rapes. 3I1ASED HY A FKAKFITIi AVAI.AN1II1B OF FI.AMB. Rnatnenr Brown’* Un.h Down (he Illonn- tnln M.lf In Front ol n Blnnlna Oil Trnln, Choose sound grapes, not fully ripe; pick them from the stems and weigh them; weigh an equal quantity of sugar, and put it into the preserving pan with a cupful of cold water to each pound; let the sugar melt and slowly boil, re moving all sonm as it rises, and when it is quite clear pour it over the grapes, and let them stand twenty-four hours. The next day drain off the syrup from the grapes, make it boiling hot and again pour it over them; on the third day put both grapes arid syrup over the fire in the preserving kettle, and boil them to gether, removing all scum as it rises, until the grapes are just tender; then skim them out of tho syrup, put them into glass jars and boil the syrup until a little of it, cooled on a saucer, jellies slightly; pour.it hot over the grapes, and when they are quite cold make the jar* air-tight. up ••What would you do if you were I, and I were yon ?” tenderly required a young swell of liis lady friend, as he es corted her from ohiuh. - “Well,” she said, "if I were you I would throw away that vile cigarette, cut UP my cane for firewood, wear my watch-chain under neath my coat,- and stay at home pights so good tq jyjd pray foi brain# 1” AN AWFUL RIDE. [From the New York Sun.] "I don’t expect to livo much longer, and after I am dead I want you to pni in the papers tho stonr of unit ride 1 had from Prospect to Brocton iu 18C9." The speaker was Duff Brown, nn old locomotive engineer, who was lying at Msbome in.l\utlnud dying with pan- sumption. This was some timo ago. On tno 7th of September he died. Ho was nearly sixty years old. His story of the awful ride is this: ‘In 18G9 I was running a mixed train on tho Buffalo, Corry and Erio Railway. The track between Prospect or May villa Summit and Brocton Junction is sc crooked that, while the distance is only ten milos, tho curves mnko it by rail fourteen. Tho grade for the whole dis tance is ovor seventy feet to the mile. “About nine o’clock on tho night of Aug. 17,-18(59, we reached the Summit with a train of two passenger ears, six oil ears, and a box car. Tho latter con tained two valuahlo trotting horses, nnd their keepers with them, on their way, I believe, to tho Cleveland meeting. There were fifty or sixty passengers in the two oars. I got tho signal from the conduotoi to start, and I pulled out. Wo hnd got under considerable headway, when, look ing hack, I saw that an oil cor in tho middlo of the train was on fire. I re versed my engino nnd whistled for brakes. The oouduotor and brakomon jumped off. They uncoupled tho pas- longer cars nnd sot tho brnkes on thorn, bringing them.to a stop. Supposing that the brakes on the burning oil onrs would also be put on. I colled ton brake- man on tho box car to draw tho coupling fin between that car nnd the head oil iank, backing so that ho could do it, in tending to run far enough* away to save tho box ear and locomotive. As I ran on down the hill, after the pin had been drawn, wkut was my horror to see thnt the burning ears were following me at n spoed that was rapidly increasing. The men hnd not succeeded in putting on the brnkes. I saw that the only thiug to be done was to run for it to Brocton, and the chances were that we would nover reach there at the speed which we would bo obliged to make around those sharp reverse curves, where wo hod never run over twenty miles an lionr. “When I saw the flaming cars—for tho whole six wero on fire by this timo —plunging after me, and only a few feet away, I pulled the throttle open. The oil care caught me, though, before I got away. They eame with full foroo against the rear of the box ear, smashing in one end and knooking tho horses and tlicir keepers flat on the floor. Tho heat was almost unbearable, nnd, do my best, I oouldn’t place more than thirty feet be tween tho pursuing column of flro nnd ourselves. By tho light from ;ho fur nace, as my firemnn opened the door to file in tbo coal, I enught sight of tho i ace of ono of tho horsemen in tho box oar, he having climbed up to the grated opening in tho end. It was as pale aa death, and he begged me fpr God’s sake to give her moro steam. I was giving her then all the stoam she could carry, and the grade itself was enough to enrry ns down at tho rate of fifty miles an hour. We went so fast that the engine couldn’t pump. Every timo wo struck one of tl[ose curves tho old girl would almost run on one set of wheels, and why in tho world she didn't topplo over is something I never could understand. She seemed to know thnt it was a race of life and death, and worked as if she were alive. “The night was dark, and tho road ran through woods, Hcep rock cuts, and along high embankments. There we were, thundoring along at lightning spoed, apd, only a few paces behind us, that fiery demon in full pursuit. There were fifty thousand gallons of oil in those tanks, at least, nnd it was all in (lame, making a flying avalanche of fire live hundred feet long. The flames leaped into the air newly a hundred feet. Their roar wns like that of some great cataract. Now and then u tank would explode with n noise like a car., non, when a column of flame nnd pitchy smoke would mount high above tho body of the flames, and showers of burniug oil would be scattered about in the woods. The whole country was lighted up for miles around. “Well, it wasn’t long, going at the rate we made, before the lights of Brpc- ton came in sight down in tho valloy. The relief I felt when theso came in view was short lived, for I remembered that train No. 8, on the Lake Shore, would be due'at the Junction just about the time we would reaoh it No. 8 was tb« Cincinnati express. Our only hopo, all along during the race, had beon that the switchman at the Junction would think far enough to open the switch there, connecting the cross-cut track with the Lake Shore track, and let us run in on the latter, where the grade would Vie against us, if anything, nnd where wo could soon get opt oi tho way of the oil ears. The switch, of course, would be closed now fpr the express, and our last hope was gone, unless the express was late, or somebody hod sense to flag it. While we were thinking of this we saw the express tearing adong toward the Junction. Could we reaoh the Junction, get tho switch, and the switch be set back for the express before the latter got there ? If not, there would be nn inevitable crash, in which not only we bnt probably scores of others would be crushed to death. All this conjeoturing did npt occupy two seconds, but in that two seconds I lived years. -< ‘Good God!’ I said to my fireman, ‘what are we'to do now 1 ?’ “Tha fireman promptly replied—and he was a brave little fellow—that I should whistle for the switch and take the chances. I did so. That whistle was one prolonged yell of agony. It was a shriek that seemed to tell us that our brave old engino knew our danger and had her fears Neither the firemnn nor myself spoke another word. “Thanks be to God,! Tue engineer on the express trnip, seeing ub tearing down that mountain with an eighth of a paper must b* name of tha wrltar, not naecMarilr for pnbil. cation, but as a inaranU* of good filth. Wa an In bo way rMpontfbla for tb* vl*w* or opinion* et eorrwpondints. - « mile of solid fire in cloqe pursuit of ns, know in a moment, that only (file thing could save us. Ho whintlWito* brakes and got his train to a stand not ten teet away from the switch, 'Jibe switchman now answered our signnl, and shot in on tho Shore track and whizzed on up by tho depot and through tho place like a rocket. The burning ears followed us in, of course, but thou race was run. They hnd no propelling power Bow, and oitef chasing us lor a mile they gave up tho pursuit, and in three hours there wan nothing left of them but smoktug ruins. “Mv fireman and I were so weak when we bftugni onr locomotivoion stop mac we could not get ont of the, cab. Tho two horsemen were Unconscious in tho box car^Thc horses vrePn rtlhtid. And how tong do yoo tliiftk we were tn mak ing thnt sikteeh miles? We ran two miles np the Lake Bhdto frock. Just twelve miqgteafrom the Sumtpjt to tho spotwhorc^p stopped I A phi mb eighty miles an hour, not counting tho timo lost getting under headway and flopping beyond Brocton.” The First Bole. In an Arkansaw town the seahdm’s first bale of ootton is an objeot of great inter est, Tho bale is drawn into town aa though a lost treasure had suddenly been reclaimed. Every one kuows that the first bale will come, yot, somewnow no one is quite prepared to receive it. If great surprise nttends tho first bole’s transportation to a town, thetf-has tho fond hope of the producer (icon realized ? If he fall to cronto surprise, the first bale has been a failure. When the wagon tins arrived at a point near the centre of the town, or say ut the public well, a ne gro hops on to the first bole and rings a boll as the wagon moves along the street. Steam mills whistle, and th<vpeople gen erally neglect thoir own business* to pay respectful tribute to the seasdn's first oolleotion of the royal staple. Alter tho principal streets of the town have keen traversed, the first bale ia-“auctioned off" to the highest biddor. It generally brings abont twice aa muak ap it is worth, and the producer goes home hap py not to say half drunk. About a week later ho oomes to town with nnotlfbr halo. There is no excitement, for the fltst halo has already been received. He cannot get anvone to mouutthe bole and ring a bell, for every one knows that such a perform on oo would be useless. The producer drives to the pubuo place and attempts to “auction off” tho bale, but his efforts are not rewarded wiM micccss. Two or three hundred cotton buyern come ont, pluck tho staple from the bale, tear it to pieces and make the producer * discourogingly low offer. Ha (refuses and drives mound town a while. “ 'Long toward the shank of the evenin’” ho comes back to the hardened buyers. They inform him that the market ha* declined linco they lost consulted with hhn, and offer him a few cents less per ptmnd in consequence. They “haggle” a while, aud in the meontimo they reoeive a tel egram announcing that the market hod {one down a few points. Them they offer him a figure so low that tired ana disgusted he accepts it, get* two pairs of brogan shoes, a pair of yellow jean 'britches,” a handkerchief, a tin pan, a quart of whisky and goes home drunk.— Arkansaw Traveler. Jn hie Heave Days of OM* A correspondent of the Ohioago Inter- Ocean, writing from the ancient town of Yarmouth, Mo., says: There ora some good stories told about the old peeting house, of whioh nothing remains now but the vane, which some enthusiastic antiquarians have placed upon “the ledge"—one of the hills of the town. It was the first cliuroh built in Maine. In those days every man carried his musket to church with him, and these were stacked outside the door, while the sen tinels kept watch during the service, and others were posted at different points through the town. Ono quiet Sabbath, while the preacher held forth ujpon the ruin of unbelievers, and the congrega tion slumbered peacefully in lihejr high- backed pews, a signal gun waa heard from the Prinoe’s Point Station. _ An other sharp report followed, andAtill- an other. The minister did not wait for the fifthly in his discourse, but dashed down the pulpit stairs and joined the excited multitude outside. From their commanding situation they saw a strange craft sailing up Casco Bay. It carried no colors. They could see no men on its deck. Aftera harried consultation it was decided to send an armed depu tation to Prince’s Point to find ont the mission of the mysterious vessel. The women and children, with a few men for dofenco, remained on the hill, while the heroic band marched down to the point and awaited tho arrival of the stranger. An hour passed and they returned. The bark was—a schooner from down the coast whioh had sailed up for timber I The Chronicle tells only the barb story, and with a grain of facetionsness, as if the humor was evident enough without any comments. It does not attempt to account either for the fall of the plaster in the same church at the very moment when the parson, a gloomy man with a sonorous voieo and pessimistic views of life, was enlarging on the passage “Blow ye the trumpot! Babylon shall fall and become heaps,” bnt simply says that “the people thought that the end of the world nad come, and, did leave the meeting-house in great distraction, in juring a woman seriously by trampling upon her in their haste to get out of the door. ” ^ ' A Warning.— An exchange deeires to warn farmers against a new swindle. Two strangers meet at a farmer’s house to stay all night, and during the evening they get np a trade between -themselves, whioh requires a.witness, and the farmer is asked to sign the papers; simply to witness the trade. If he dbee so he soon finds that his name ia signed to a note which he has to pay. Tholaw does not appoor to touoh these oases, bat it oer- tainly should be made to do so. A LADY in Toronto got to iaugmng over some amusing incident and could not stop. Finally a doctor wns called iu and lieconld not quiet her. As a last resort some one had to tell her that U«» bank heir was wu»i»g

Georgia Historic Newspapers

The Mercury. (Sandersville, Ga.) 1880-1???, November 13, 1883, Image 1