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hews. nnkiigl 10 '* out of peanuts kilims' great numbers of tll i3 Texas. < - depart*of phosphate have been ^ 0 f and Pender coun «e p jp in ***** in .-> ,lje 11 The number of post '^Ssed forty P er cent, since piohtv-foiu’ cigar factories ieare all hands constantly W- works in Augusta coun ’ «elain enceil operations, and [ jjve comm made are turned Ujige q u »atiti es - jnffitli has about spoiled the ^ Carolina. The up w rop Jea °| 5 Estimated still at less. three-fourths, Island at m is negotiating for !Lse company Magruder mine in ■fyliicli of the is very rich in copper, ale girl in North Carolina was £ a hornet twenty-hours. just under the eye, W within are many parts of « of guavas are greater L fig t he crops Beingapensh people can use. L jt can not be shipped. Affirm in Gates county, N. C., owns ' 3 ;] eg of narrow-gauge railway, Lg five of business its saw-mills. in the State. It is the . lumber the death of Tom Thumb, Gen. jjTvver, of Key West, Florida, be the smallest dwarf m the ,5 to inches high, j being thirty-two rears of age and weighing only ..seven pounds. [report from Castleburg, Ala., says: timber and the turpentine busi dare both been dull the greater tof this season, The saw-mills have uplete vacation. Turpentine is fifty ( ent. lower than last year.” e Georgia match factory buildings La bile are about finished and C. ifleck, the principal owner, is in the cities and Canada shipping the timerr. jjth Carolina has two of the largest psils east of the Rocky mountains. ,'grapes raised are coming State. into great ml even outside of the Be Louisiana Homestead and Aid ■nation Enchase have taken in hand a project 400 or 500 acres of land near E Orleans for establishing a home for I; 800 old and infirm negroes in the I. of Louisiana, who are reported as P ia great want. lie citizens of Rome, Ga., are indig | at the advance in the premium on Id insurance in that city and claim It with Rome’s unsurpassed water fcs and well equipped and dauntless I department the rate ought not to be ligh as two per cent. Boney is plentiful in Smyrna, Fla. u Oleson has extracted over forty pels of choice honey, and was corn led to stop for want of barrels, and is I gathering it in neat one-pound see¬ ps. R. S. Sheldon comes next, while I neighbor, Dr. Goodwin, has been pudding up his apiaiy for the corn season. feporta from the cotton iu the Nash le district, including Middle Tennes I, a portion of West Tennessee and til: Alabama, show a larger aggregate id than last year’s crop. Dispatches to the New Orleans Times tnocrat from all sections of the cotton tshow considerable falling off in crop spects compared with last year, ex¬ it iu Tennessee and some portions of as, caused by drouth, caterpillars and ! worms. The decrease is estimated lome places at thirty-three and one id percent.} Many reports from Texas J show a falling off in the outlook. 1 cora crop is also reported considera- 1 damaged by drouth. 1 of Hell Hole Swamp, contain- 17,00 acres, has been bought by Mr. ■ Remfry, who resides at High Point, C-, as the representative of a compa [ moners of Eag&sh capitalists. The Com¬ of the South Carolina Sinking [ d Me receive for the tract $10,000, ruble in three anuuel installments. It [take about $100,000 to drain the wa Lom this swamp, and its sale is re F ed aa a good one for the State. 1 stampede of Texas cattle created a Monday in the streets of New Or t-ho police force and the entire u tumed out to head them off. Af j wo mules, two horses and several vrere l. badly gored the cattle were ne( It is estimated that there not over twenty steers in the stam ’ Jet they scattered over the city ' g doubled up on their track so that one would have thought that *ere hundreds of the wild crea, at large. Nungfon c. Kerr, State Geologist E? 1 Carolina, says the whole State is r. “dapted to the culture of grapes U e Ean ufacture of wine. The proof P ! 3 ' ® 1B C that a considerable num | P e3 t American grapes originat- n WEEKLY H ;V rr'-A ■- I. VOLUME VI. ed within its territory, suc-h as the Ca¬ tawba, Lincoln, Isabella, Scuppernong, etc.; second, the testimony of the best observers and growers of the Ohio Val¬ ley, and of the whole country, and third and chiefly, the success of the few intelli gent experiments that have been made. And this opinion is confirmed by the considerations of climate, which are de monstrably known to control this indus try. In the remarks on climate it wa shown that the larger portion of thi State corresponds, in this important re¬ spect, to Middle and Northern Italy, and to Middle and Southern France. A General and His Men. General Cler, promoted for his valor in the affair of the Sapun redoubt, bu' still commanding his zouaves, distin¬ guished himself in the battle of Traktir. In their crushing charge he advanced too far, and would have been killed or taken prisoner if there had been any rally desperate by the Russians. His men made a ranks and brought plunge into the enemy’s him back in triumph. One of their buglers was then ordered by General Cler to sound the retreat. At the moment when he put his bugle to his mouth a round shot broke his right arm. With his left hand he quick¬ ly picked up his instrument, which had fallen, and sounded the retreat. “Well done, my brave boy!” said General Cler. “Ah, General,” replied the bugler, “is it not lucky that it was not the vio¬ lin which I had to play?” the Sapun redoubt, At the attack of when he could not keep back his zouaves, he had called out to them: “My children, if you will not be good, I sh all never again lead you into action.” He praised them after the battle of Traktir for charging to bring him out of the crowd of enemies. “My General,” answered one of them, “if you will not be good we shall never again follow you into action.” He laughed heartily at occasion. this retort Those to his threat on a previous French terms existing between and their seemed com¬ manding officers British officers, but men their strange to re¬ spective duties were not the worse ful¬ filled on that account.— Temple Bar. Barb-Wire for Fences. For many years the manufacture of barb-wire for fences has been controlled by one firm. Favored by its wealth and enterprise, it grained possession of more than one hundred different patents cover¬ ing the making of this article and has reaped a handsome profit in royalties by selling the privilege of using these patents. Some idea of the importance of this manufacture may be gained hundred from the fact that upward of twelve miles of wire are made daily. In some of the Western States, where timber is scarce, wire is almost wholly used, and the laws even compel a man to surround his land with such a fence, prescribing the height and the number of strands. Unluckily for the continuance of this monopoly, its conditions have been abused, and this has raised a strong feeling against it among farmers who use the wire and manufacturers who are forced to pay the royalty. These latter have combined their forces and are de¬ manding a reduction of at least one-half iii the royalty, and are likely to obtain it. There is* however, no reason to be¬ lieve that this will result in any benefit to the farmer, to whom the fencing has been sold at higher prices than were de¬ manded of the foreign of consumer. TUfced States A recent decision the Circuit Court has struck a Miw i at this monopoly, and under it any one has the right to manufacture the wire and also the machinery used in making it. II mills spring np prices must come down, and then the farmer, too, will gain his point. ____ _____ life in Utah. A woman, writing from Salt Lake city, the Mormon friend, capital, the says: wife of of “I have a a man wealth, who carries cruel scars upon her wrists as a momento of the time when she and her husband, for the crime of refusing to pay their tithing, were bound with thongs that cut deep into the flesh, while their house was priesthood. plundered I by the emissaries of the have another friend who is crippled, half blind and prematurely old, in conse quence of the punishment meted out to her because she would not obey the Gospel; that is to say, because when her husband took a second wife she not house only refused to go to the endowment and give away the bride, but actually barred the doors of her home against the uewly wedded pair and compelled them to seek lo dgings elsewhere." __ Fob a Day.—M r. Justice Monle sen¬ tenced a rural prisoner in England, in the following words: •‘Prisoner at the bar, your counsel thinks you innocent, the counsel for the prosecution thinks you innocent, I think you innocent. But a jury of your own countrymen, m the exercise of such common sense as they possess, which does not seem to be much, have found you ‘guilty, and it remains that I should pass on you the sentence of the law. That is, that you be kept imprisoned one day, and as that day was yesterday, you may go about business, ” your Tits Czar allowed a gratuity, of $100 to each reporter at Moscow for carriage Idre This looks liberal; but in a day or two Jailing he will fine a journalist $1,000 £on for him a tyrant, and get all his ; e yhack CON YERS, GA.. SEPTEMBER 7, 18S3. WHEN THE SEA GIVES UP HER DEAD. They tell ns with a quiet voice Of perfect faith and hope and trust, That on the day when Christ shail come To bid His chosen ones rejoice, To breathe new life in death’s dark dust, To give new speech where death struck dumb, From out the sad sea's restless bed Shall rise once more the hidden dead, They tell ns this with upraised eves, That gaze beyond the present’s woe, And whisper of a heaven and God, Draw pictures of star laden skies, Where angels wander to and fro. When those now ’neath the churchyard sod Will rise from out their dreary bed, The day the sea gives up her dead. Yet will they rise once more the past, Or give me back the faith that died, Or breathe new breath in love’s dead breast ? What for the love that did not last? What for the days, when side by side We wandered on, nor thought of rest, Will these arise and leave their bed The day the sea gives up her dead? Oh, nevermore! dead joy is dead, The sunshine dead ne’er smiles again. ’Tis evening gathers on the shore, Our kiss was kissed, our words were said. Naught lasts for e’er save sin and pain, Love dead ig dead for evermore. Silent he lies in his cold bed. Though all life’s seas give up their dead! THE BATTLE OF ARDMORE. BEING A GRAPHIC ACCOUNT OP A FIERCE DOMESTIC WAR. The sunshine never kissed a lovelier day nor blessed a fairer scene. All the land, and the sky and the clouds were clad in the beanty of June. The lanes were fringed with emerald ; the round¬ eyed daisies peeped out from the billowy lieids of grass, and daintier wild flowers of the woods nestled like gems in the velvet moss. Down in the meadows the buttercups gleamed like soft buttons of gold. Over the low hills the winds whis¬ pered to the leaves about other sum¬ and down the woods the little brook laughed and sung and babbled like a child playing by it¬ self. Here and there a cottage nestled among the trees. The distant calls of children came rippling across the fields. ancl The long road wound away, yellow quiet, until it turned out of sight beyond the little church with its snowy walls and slender spire. peaceful all world How quiet and the lay before the window of my prison that day in June > Far away the note of a meadow-lark came, and* was heard no more. Now and then the whistle of a robin; at times the twitter of a blue¬ bird. It was such an afternoon as you would wish to endure forever. White winged peace smiled in the sunshine, and sang with the zephyrs and the brook, and the far-away calls and scarcely heard laughter of the children playing somewhere unseen. Its music is the crown of the lays’ beanty and tranquility. THE BTJGLE CALL. Clear, mellow, distant, four or five notes of a bugle ring out over the low hills, and come echoing down the forest aisles. How my heart leaped at the sound of the bugle call! How my blood went surging through my veins like a tide of lava ! Out of my prison In window flut¬ I look with straining eyes. the tering leaves I can see no glitter of bay¬ onets. I listen, but down the road or across the meadow I can hear not the ramble of a battery hurrying into posi¬ tion. How silent is all this ! And yet not ailent enough. I want the wind to hush, and the leaves to keep still, and the brook to stifle its babble and laugh¬ ter. I am listening for a foot-fall, the erackling of a twig:, the muffled tramp of a column of men stealing through the woods under leafy cover. I am listening for the neigh of a horse, a clatter, of rythmic hoof-beats, a ringing carbine shot. Peering out of the window of my lonely cell, I am listening—ever since that first bugle-call came winding over the hill I have been listening—forsterner music than the robin’s note and the wood brook’s murmur. “March!” There it is at last? I can see nothing from this window. The voice comes like a far-away echo of the bugle—a boy¬ ish voice, softened into music by the day and the distance. I picture to myself the fair haired Lieutenant who com¬ mands the skirmishers. All those days made men of the hoys; the school-boy fought beside the veteran, and the Ad¬ jutant of 20 messed with the Colonel of 40 Will the line never come in my sight? “Halt!” Silence again, and once more the bu gle calls down the unseen line. Now I can hear the tramp of feet amid all the terrible hush of preparation. All about me the tide of battle will sweep, save only where I can see it; and I-—penned in this prison like a caged rat, with ring¬ ing bugle and clanking saber calling me out, shouting my name in words that bum and ring and ring again—and I am here. THE MARCHING HOSTS. “March!” Away off the tap of a drum, the flam, flam, flam, cadencing the step of the marching column. Nearer it comes, and further away it sweeps, faints into quiet Tramp, tramp, tramp. Muffled, yet iistinct, and stepping nearer with every foot-fall. “There they come? shouts <ome one. I hold my breath; I press my hand to my heart and wait for the first shot from the skirmishers. “Ready!” it The click of a musket so close seems in the room where I am. Gods! I lis¬ ten for the sound of the boyish voice again. It seems to me, in my excited condition, there is a childish treble to it. I wonder if— “Fire !” Row the cheers, pealing up in waves of sound, (frowned the crash I was listen¬ ing for ! Again the boyish voice calls, “Fire!” and again the shrill cheers fol¬ low. They hush as the bugle-notes come pealing down the line again. I hear the wheels as a battery is hurrying forward. I hear a drum heat. I hear the tramp of hurrying feet. Some one is calling for “the flag.” Once I heard —so close the tide of battle swept to my prison—a saber spring from its scab¬ bard with an angry sweep. And all this time I could only see the goiden and sun¬ the shine—only the fluttering leaves playing shadows lengthening into the waning day; and floating in at my win¬ dow came the mellow whistle of the robin. The cheers are fainter now, as the shadows grow longer. The robin’s note has ceased. Mellow, clear, and beauti¬ fully imperious as ever, the bugle calls again. A pall of silence falls upon the clamor and din of the battle. I try the door of my prison. It yields with to noise¬ my touch. Down a stairway, a less tread, 1 hasten. 1 step through a curtained door. I stand on the field where the waves of contention have thundered and dashed. The level rays of the setting sun drift over the helpless figures stretched, about me like a bless¬ ing upon the dead. At my feet the overturned cannon lies. There are its shattered wheels. Lying across the brazen muzzle, “his back to the field and his feet to the foe,” is stretched an artillery sergeant, still grasping the broken saber in his nerve¬ less hand. Here is a group of infantry soldiers; they will never stand upon their feet again. Here is a trooper; headless he lies under the horse that, with two legs torn away, has fallen upon him. THE DEAD. A little drummer-boy—how came such a child here where the fierce maelstrom of war circled and eddied in fire and car¬ nage. and fury ?—lies by his drum. I bend above him, and in face and form there is nothing human left. Red are the stains about it, and the broken little hand hangs stiff and rigid on is the edge of the shattered drum. It terrible. Here, ghastly and horrible, lies a head, the blue cap with its scarlet and white pompon still resting jauntily over the brow; but nowhere can I see the sol¬ dier’s bedy. Here is a saber bent and twisted in the fury of hand-to-hand com¬ bat. I walk among the headless trunks, arms and legs without bodies, crippled stand horses lie prone on their sides, or wearily, and with dumb patience, upon three legs. I tread carefully bodies over and around the broken, shattered of the fallen men. Here is the flag, tat¬ tered and unfurled, just as it dropped from the hands of the sergeant; here an epaulet, glittering in crimson and gold; here is tUe gilded belt of a General; here, marred, bent and dented, lies the bugle whose silver voice called into play this wreck and carnage, And here, away off on the edge of the field, away where just the spray of this angry sea of strife could have reached, my foot almost falls on a child lying prostrate, half turned on her face.' The dainty feet peep out of a cloud of silk and lace; the tangled hair of gold, a skein of sunshine, half Rides the brow and cheek. There is no sign of life in the beautiful face. Killed l»y tfle terror and fear born of the battle? f bend to lift the little form, and the arm upon which I thought the child was lying is gone; a horrible gash reaches from the temple to the base of the brain, and the left eye is crushed in its socket. The child—the dear, sweet little girl: somebody's darling, fair sacrifice to the hideous Moloch of war. how could— “Robbie! ” I hear the voice of her lit¬ tle serene highness. “Robbie! come, now, and pick up yonr tops, dear. You’ve left yonr dolly and all your soldiers scattered about over the floor, so that papa can scarcely walk across the room. And somebody has stepped on poor lit¬ tle Bessie's head. I'm afraid sne’ll have to go to the surgical institute.” A patter of flying feet, and the blue¬ eyed commander of the troops, aged 6, comes charging into the room, and, re¬ solving himself into an ambulance corps, collects the dead and wounded with both hands, scoops them into a big box, ex amines the fracture in the wounded dolly’s head for saw-dust, and appeal's surprised to find the skull lined with a hole. hear ’e “Papa!” he cries “did you battle zis appemoon ?” “Yes, Major, I beard it.” “We fighted awful,” the Major broked says, “an’ I fell down on my drum and my cannon, but grampa will get me anuzzerone.”— Robert J. Burdette. Saved By a “Madstonfe.” William Pyle, T boox 7 agent , residing ... a with his wife and two children at Dela ware, Ohio, was bitten by a mad dog on Saturday hist. He was soon ter taken with hydrophobia and was kept under control only by the use of strong opiates. Sunday he grew worse rapidly, and it was feared he would cue. Monday a madstone was applied. This peculiar of stone was fouud in the possession a man named Lepp, whose father brought it from Virginia lead-color seventy and years shaped ago. The stone is of a is afflicted like a honey comb. It gave tlie man instant relief. The attending phy sicians, while placing very little conh dence in the efficacy of the madstone, mau’^recovery Gle ^ Str ° nS ^ the NUMBER 24. A GOOD WAY TO LIVE. The Nation nt l’enre ancl a Prayer that It 91a; Remain so “Our Duty in the Cause of Interna¬ tional Peace" was the subject of an ad¬ dress by Gen. Francis A. Walker at Smith College, Northampton, Mass. It closed as follows; “Let ns remain as we are, without weapons of offence or defence. Let our title be the ‘Unarmed Nation. ’ For one, while respecting the sentiment of those high officers of army and navy and those members of congressional committees who feel themselves responsible for the defensive condition of the country, and while entertaining no strong antipathy to the building of a few fast cruisers, to cany our flag upon the seas, I trust never to see a floating castle, with a tw r enty-four inch plate and one hundred ton guns, built for the service of the United States. It is, I confess, a new thought to me, and it may appear to many of you, on the first hearing, unusual and vain; yet as I have earnestly pon¬ dered this subject during the last few months it has grown to my view increas¬ ingly clear that, first, the example of the United States as an unarmed nation, and secondly, the forces of its industrial competition, with the vast advantages which immunity from conscription and armament will give to the people of this country, as to the production and distri¬ bution of wealth, are to become power¬ ful agents in breaking up the war sys¬ tem of the world. Already this contem¬ plation of our happier lot is drawing the more prosperous and adventurous of the inhabitants of Europe, a million a year, to ourselves. Must not the time soon come when increasing intelligence and strengthening self-confidence on the part of the people from will lead conscription them to and demand that freedom war taxes be not conditioned upon expatria¬ tion? Be sure the demand will be made. Be sure when the demand is made in earnest the statesmen of Europe will find a way to abate and in time to abolish the war system. Will it be long possible for the nations of Europe, unless they can rid themselves of this incubus, to withstand that competition, as we grow in numbers and pioductive power, and as the facilities of communication and transportation are multiplied and per¬ fected? I cannot think so. When we have become a hundred millions, when our agricultural production has increased twofold, when our manufacturing all pro¬ duction has increased fourfold, of which will eome to pass in thirty years, with the improvements in transit and traffic reasonably to be anticipated with¬ in the same period, can the effect of our competition be less than to compel the statesmen of Europe to release their people’s shackles and the burdens which conscription and almost universal arma¬ ment impose upon them ? And if indeed America shall then contribute to the downfall of the war system, will it not prove the greatest of the blessings which the new world has conferred upon the old?” Facts Worth Knowing. That salt fish are quickest and best freshened by soaking in sour milk. The cold rain-water and soap will re¬ move machine grease from washing fabrics. That fish may be scaled much easier by first dipping them into boiling water for a minute. That fresh meat beginning doors to in sour the will sweeten if placed out of cool air overnight. much improved That boiling staroh ia salt, by the addition of sperm or or a little gum arabic, dissolved. That a tablespoonfol of terpentine, will boiled with your white clothes, greatly aid the whitening prooess. That kerosene will soften boots and shoes that have been hardened by water, and will render them pliable and new. That clear boiling water will remove tea stains: pour the water through the stain, and thus prevent it spreading over the fabric. That salt will curdle new milk; hence, in preparing milk porridge, gravies, until etc; the the salt should not be added dish is prepared. will make tea-ket That kerosene yonr tie as bright as new. Saturate a woolen rag and rub with it. It will also remove stains from the clean varnished furni¬ ture. A Personal Tax. In New York city the late Mosee Taylor paid a larger personal tax than any other person iu the city. He paid on an assessed personal valuati"U of $1,300,000, which is the sum assessed to his widow. W. II. Vanderbilt swore off ail his personal tax. but afterward came to die tax office and said that to satisfy pf,.v “rmblic clamor” he would voluntarily a personal tax on a vuluation of uiOOO.OOO. Jay Gould pays on only 5100,000. The James Lenox estate pays lM1 $1 (po.OOO pusomd, the As tors on *. '|Pqqq’qq :j n 0( j q u0 ’ iq,*. £ jj. T* Morgan on 0 a. Stewart on «500 000 and Miss Catherine L. Wolfe on jmqq ooq. There is a decrease each ’ f who ^ , m tte nun)t , er (l persons pay xeg Last year only 11,060 person-, . ( on personal estate and the number pro bably be leas this year. In 1880 ,j 18 number was 14.764. -*•— Revenge.—G unns got his name ‘, in the London newspapers by ilL n ij beeifinto al .jt v 0 f offense. He threw a of o -■ ™ the room with an an e<J tUe door aU(i ie{t 1 the officer to be stung. WIT AM) WISDOM. When a man can make right out of wrong he will be able to breed colts from horse chestnuts. It is the Mobile Register which sen¬ sibly thinks that if there was no news¬ paper notice of duels, duelling would come to an end. The “assisted” emigrant is one that is sent to this country as a pauper, with passage paid. The “assisted” tramp is one that is urged out of your yard with a boot. Thebe are only two classes of unmar¬ ried women in' society, “scrawny old learn maids” this and young “chits of girls.” You de¬ by hearing each of these scribe the other. A New Jersey young man, who tackled Professor Sullivan in a friendly bout, now wears the belt. He wears it just over the left eye r_id feeds it on raw beef.— Exchange. It takes a good deal of courage to write out the announcement: ‘'Gone down into the country to sponge off my father-in-law. Be away all summer. • Chicago Inter Ocean. The Keeper of the Lime-Kiln museum reports that he has received from Mis¬ souri the skull of a farmer’s hired man who had never yelled at a yoke of oxen or wanted to kill a mule. “What is true bravery?” asks a New York paper. It is going to the door yourself when yon don’t know whether the caller is a dear friend, a book agent or a man with a bill.— Philadelphia News. A “shower of stones” is reported from Cecil county, Md. If a young man was singing at midnight and accompanying himself on an aeoordeon, a shower of stones was what might have been ex¬ pected. It seems that the Texas Siftings man went to Texas to die of consumption and lived to become a humorist. Yon. can form your own estimate of whether the climate is to be praised or not. — Boston Post. A New England physician says that if every family would keep a box of mustard in the house one-half of the doctors would starve. We suggest that every family keep two boxes in the house, —The Judge. “Are angels ever sleepy ?”is a question which an English psychological We hardly society know is trying to solve. whether our angel is ever sleepy or not. We’ve never stayed late enough to find out.— Lowell Citizen. A celebrated circus manager »s on the hunt for a new curiosity for his show. He is seeking to find a young married man whose wife can cook as well as his mother did. Twenty-six States have been explored thus far without success. Ghees apples, green apples, tlie grass grows so green the orchard hardly bo That the boys in can seen; mother, boy is in bed— Oh, mother, oh, don’t hurry, your he’ll surely be cload. II the doctors An aesthetic writer predicts that if we were to revisit this country one hundred years hence we should see men wearing knee-breeches and slashed doublets. That settles it. We shall not coma back. Tbe number of bow-legged men is increasing too rapidly. It is said that the number of women who reach one hundred years and up¬ ward is nearly double that of long-lived men. Women don’t invent patent fire escapes and exhibit their workings. And they don’t stay out so late o’ night, either, inhaliug the miasma of the night. He had been waltzing with his host’# ugly, elderly daughter, and was in » corner repairing damages. Here he was espied by bis would-be family, papa-in-Iaw. sir,” “She’s the flower of my said the latter. “So it seems,” answered the young man. “Pity she comes oft so, ain’t it?” he continued, as he essayeff another vigorous mb at the white spot*. - on his ooat-sleeve. “Do you want to see some fun?” said a small boy to his father. “Don’t care if I do,” he replied. “Well, let’* {to and listen to Deacon Dumpy tack down his carpets.” “I don’t think there’ll bo anything funny in that,’ scornfully snorted the parent. “Don’t,, eh ? You seem to forget that the deacoa stutters.” “Ah, ’ said the old man. Then they went over to harken. A Cool Proposition. About as cool a accused proposition of crime, as was ever made by a George man Hiles, of Dexterville. wan made bv United. Wia. The grand Jury of the States court indicted him with a lot of others, for some alleged his election indictment frauds, he and after he got wanted his in order to show that he was innocent, but the district attorney informed him that the government funds were all used up in the star route trial, off and the trial of Hiles could not come until some money was his appropriated, black Hiles thought the a moment, time, and then pulling eyes twinkling pocket-book all lie offered to lend, out his the government five hundred dollars, or - as much as was needed, to try his case. The district attorney was taken consider¬ ably back. The idea of a man accused’ of an offense, offering to pay attorneys fees on both sides, and court expenses, rather than have a charge hanging over him, was a new view of legal matters.— Milwaukee Sun. pure sympathy. sympathy “What have you got for dinner? ra qnired a disgusted drummer had been of the the waiter. The drummer in town twenty-four horns without taking an order. “Roast duck, sir.’ “Ah ! was the duck shot on the wing . ? “I guess so.” “Trying to gel away from this cussed place, wasn’t he?” “1 likely enough, sir.’ . persume sagacious fowl; “Good bird; rara his avis I admire his pluck and pity misfortune. You mav bring me that duck. I’ll take the whole of him. Ill he p him along on the road .”—Texas Siftings. --------- Judging by the apfs mance of Pitts burg small boys, it is safe to assume that in Spain every one of them would bo liable to arrest as members of the Black Hand organization.