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THE WEEKLY CONSTITUTION: TUESDAY, MAY 30, 1SS2.
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Mr. Steer, wlio hag heretofore* voted with
the national-bank people, dodged the final
vote bn the bill to extend the charters. He
neither voted nor was paired;
The unsightly telegraph-poles that disfigure
the streets of American cities are not used in
other countries, and even in this country they
are doomed. Chicago and New York and
Brooklyn have already taken steps to do away
with the poles-and the dangerous load of
wires-that they carry. There is no reason
why the wires should not be laid underground
except the cupidity of the monopolies that
own them.
. Bee culture is a source of food and revenue
to which some little attention is paid in
Georgia, and we support one of the best bee
journals in the world. A very interesting
sketch of bee growing, by Mr. Wilder, of
Monroe, is reprinted elsewhere. It will be
found practical and suggestive, and his exam
ple should lead on among others to make so
simplti ail'd delightful an addition to their
home productions.
Tiik general synod of the Lutheran church
south met yesterday at Charlotte. This body
embraces the synod of Georgia. There are
over a million of Lutherans in tlie country,
who are governed by three general synods.
At Charlotte a strenuous effort will be made
to effect a reunion with the northern general
synod. This would not, however, consolidate
the Lutherans of the country, for at the north
the Lutherans are divided into two distinct
organizations. The work of consolidation
progresses very slowly in the churches.
The cradles and reapers have crossed the
Georgia line, and are now at work in Tennes
see, and in Arkansas and in the Caroiinas.
Another week. will carry this wave of pros
perity well up to the Ohio and the Potomac.
The southern states have done nobly in the
early grain crops,'and if a good corn crop is
made, they will not need a bushel of cereals
from tlie northwest or from any other quarter.
Better wheat and oat crops were never gath
ered in the south.
Those who think that congress will adjourn
next month forget that only four of the four
teen regular appropriation bills have gone to
the president. Four of the number have
never been reported, and these require more
time than any other four of the series. Con
gress will be in session well towards August,
and some think that the wrangling and cross*
pulling and log-rolling will be carried into
the hottest month of the year.
There ate few families in the state which
are not affected by Sunday school work. Of
.late,,years' it lias been greatly improved in
character with correspondingly good results.
Organization lias effected much in helping the
work of the schools, and incidentally it
strikes a journalist as a good sign that their
organ, the Sunday-School Times, is one of the
best class papers in the country. Such meet
ings as that at Savannah, an account of which
is elsewhere reprinted, can only be of great
profit and help.
Tus trustees of the Slater fund of $1,000,000
met in New York last week to organize and
receive the money. The money was ready,
and one-half of it has already been invested.
Tlie other half will soon be. The trustees do
not propose to establish any special educa
tional institutions, but to educate the colored
people in the institutions already established.
Nothing can be done under six months, when
the first installment of interest will fall due.
The trustees will hold their annual meetings
in New York in October of each year.
are brave and candid—the spirit in which
they were adopted even better.
It has been an aspersion on tlie gentleness
and genuineness of the Christian religion
that after every other broken Jink between
tlie sections had been mended—after mer
chants, politicians, people had revived their
fraternal relations—the churches of God
only maintained attitudes of hostil
ity and refused to bind together the
cords that were broken over twenty years ago.
In common with all good people, we rejoice
to note that the southern Presbyterians have
had the coni age and the courtesy to make an
overture to their former brethren that is
neither mincing nor evasive, but is sincere
and plain-spoken. We predict that thier mes
sage will meet with a hearty response from
the northern assembly now in session. If it
does not, the southern Presbyterians will at
least have the consciousness o| having done
their full duty—and th is is a great deal.
MR. WILLINGHAM AND MR. STEPHENS.
For years and years Mr. Willingham, of the
Free Press, has been a devoted follower of Mr.
Stephens. For many years he has been fight
ing the organized democracy, and his paper is
recognized as the leading independent paper
of the state. It is the foremost paper in the
support of Dr. Felton, and is published at his
home. So much by way of preface.
In the last issue of the Free Press Mr. Wil
lingham distinctly and squarely says that he
cannot support Mr. Stephens in view of his
last letter aligning himself with the organ
ized democracy and stating that he will run
only as the candidate of the organized con
vention. Part of the paper is filled with the
heartiest indorsements of Mr. Stephens. The
other jiart, written after Mr. Stephens’s letter
was printed, is against him. Tlie editor says:
“Owing to recent events our paper is a little
mixed on the gubernatorial question. We
should cancel a good deal of reading matter if
we could have the space occupied otherwise.
He then says: “Mr. Stephens now hangs his
candidacy alone upon the action of the con
vention of July 19tli. Of course the platform
upon which he will be placed will be denun
ciatory of the independents, and as an inde
pendent we cannot follow a banner upon
which we are so denounced, however much
we love and admire Mr. Stephens.”
This is the only consistent and manly
course for the coalitionists to take. Mr.
Stephens has already denounced the position
they occupy, and has publicly denied every
rumor that committed him to the slightest
tolerance of their programme or purposes.
He states openly that he will lead the party
against which they are arrayed, and will run
only as the candidate of that party. The con
vention that nominated him will unquestion
ably denounce the coalitionists and their
allies. What manly course then isopen to the
bolters except to bolt again? The “organized”
said to Mr. Stephens very plainly that unless
he put himself squarely with the democratic
party they would oppose him. Do the coali
tionists dare to do as much since he has put
himself against them with all tlie Smphasis of
which he is capable? Mr. Willingham has
taken the only sensible and courageous course
open to liis associates.
It is refreshing to note just here that Colonel
Lamar, of the Macon Telegraph, and Mr. Wil
lingham have joined hands in opposing Mr.
Stephens. Mr. Willingham objects to Mr.
Stephens because he is the candidate of the
“organized” democracy. Mr. Lamar because
he is the candidate of the coalitionists. In
the meantime Mr. Stephens, standing square
ly on the democratic platform, looks over the
heads of these disgruntled editors, and appeals
to the democratic primaries for their verdict
by which he will stand or fall.
The winner of the Derby comes again from
the rank and file, Bruce having been the first
favorite. Shotovcr, the winner, was recently
beaten by a horse that Bruce easily outran
last year. ‘ Sliotover was, however, considered
a probable winner. Quicklime held the sec
ond place, and Sachem, who finished third,
was not even mentioned among the promi
nent candidates. Mr. Lorillard’s Gerald rup
tured a blood vessel, and but for that it was
thought that he stood an excellent chance to
capture the “Blue Ribbon of the turf.”
“I never did” are the words of Mr.
Stephens's answer to our correspondent’s
query, if he authorized Mr. Speer to send his
telegram tojthe independents; moreover, h
adds that he distinctly told Mr. Speer, “You
send nothing by my authority.” We have
already referred to Mr. Speer’s words as “in
sidious,” at which Dr. Felton takes umbrage.
They were more. According to Mr. Stephens
they were false in words and in spirit
It is indeed difficult to restrain the indigna
tion which is barely veiled in Mr. Stephens’s
words. He was misrepresented throughout
the whole country—the Nebraska papers are
even now prophesying an independent victo
ry under Mr. Stephens’s leadership, taking
Mr. Speer's telegram to be true. It is a pity
to have to undeceive all the papers of the
country on this point This The Constitu
tion has done. It is likely that Mr. Ste
phens’s words will now undeceive even Mr.
Speer himself.
A MANLY AND CHRISTIAN RESOLUTION
Wc cannot find words of commendation too
strong for the action of the Presbyterian as
sembly in pissing its “fraternal resolutions”
on yester lay. The resolutions in themselves
MR. STEPHENS.
In venturing to suggest that the democratic
convention, soon to assemble in this city, shall
see its way clear to the nomination of Mr.
Stephens for the office of governor, The Con
stitution believes that it is giving voice to the
almost unanimous desire of the party. If such
be the case, the fact will assuredly be made
manifest when the representatives of the peo
ple come together; in the meantime, we may
be pardoned for referring with some degree of
persistency to the considerations which seem
to ns to make the nomination of Mr. Stephens
a peculiarly appropriate result of the remark
able revival and renewal of democratic har
mony in every section of the state. To some
of these considerations we have already allu
ded, and others will have our attention as oc
casion offers; but we hope to make it plain
that The Constitution presents the name of
the distinguished Georgian in no partisan
sense. We have no purpose or desire to an
tagonize other gentlemen, whose names have
been suggested in this connection; and a con
test in the convention at this time is not to be
thought of. Our preference for Mr. Stephens
at this juncture is notin any sense a personal
matter, and, in urging his name, we have an
eye single to the perpetuation of the present
unity and harmony of the party,
y We are disposed to place the harmony of
the party above every other consideration,
and recent declarations on the part of Mr.
Stephens convince us that he is keenly alive
to the necessity of maintaining the demo
cratic organization intact, not only in the
state, but in each congressional district and in
every county. In the«tate, taken as a whole,
the harmony of the party is assured—indeed,
it was never more perfect than It ts at this
moment, but there are congressional dis
tricts in which it has Bot yet been re
stored. With Mr. Stephens as the democratic
candidate for governor, it will be a compara
tively easy matter to redeem these districts
and thus leave that species of independ-
entisra whicn is ready to ally itself with
the worst form of republicanism with
out a foothold in the state. A
solid democratic delegation in congress
from Georgia, that can be relied upon at all
times and in all contingencies, will be a great
acquisition to the power and perfection of the
party organization. Nevertheless, as we have
said, we are willing to forego this (and a good
many other things) if it should be made to
appear that the suggestion of Mr. Stephens's
name is likely to provoke a contest in the
convention. We are after harmony—har
mony in the convention and harmony in. the
party.
It has been suggested that if Mr. Stephens
should become the democratic candidate for
governor, the charge would be made that the
nomination had been practically dictated by
the coalition; bat such suggestion is childish.
The coalition is dead; even the carcass has
been swept ont of sight. Mr. Stephens de
stroyed the last hope of tlie gentlemen who
proposed to profit by that movement when
he distinctly repudiated their schemes. He
not only destroyed the last hope of the coali
tion when he repudiated Its purposes, but he
struck a deadly blow at independentism when
he said that whatever errors the democratic
party may have committed should be cor
rected within rather than without the ranks of
the organization; and whether Mr. Stephens
is the candidate of the party or not, his letter
will form the basis of the campaign against the
allied forces of republicanism and independ
entism. To charge that the nomination os
Mr. Stephens would be practically dictated
by the coalition, is to hold him responsible
for the barefaced attempt of the independent
colonels to attach themselves to his populari
ty, and we feel sure that the democrats of
Georgia will not be a party to such injustice.
Tbe-coalition, without any real respect or re
gard for Mr. Stephens, sought to take advan
tage of his remarkable popularity in Georgia
to further their programme for the destruction
of the democratic party. If he is to be held
responsible for this, then the leaders of the
coalition have it in their power to cripple the
influence of every democrat in the state by
merely going through the form, of indorsing
him.
While we believe that sound policy—a poli
cy that looks forward to the redemption of
the independent districts—demands the nom
ination of Mr. Stephens, nevertheless we shall
most cheerfully support whomsoever the
convention shall nominate. We bring for
ward the name of Mr. Stephens as a suggest
tion—a proposition for discussion—and we are
■ prepared to discuss it as calmly aud as de
liberately as its importance deserves.
THE WEEK ACROSS THE WATER.
Just when the Crivoscians had yielded and
all Europe thought the eastern question was
to pass out of sight for at least a brief time,
the Egyptians rise up contrary to indications
at the close of the previous week, to assert
their longings for freedom and a written con'
stitution—for relief alike against the claims
of the porte as suzerain and the intervention
of England and France in her internal and
especially monetary affairs. Arabi Bey, at
the head of the army, stands also at the head
of the nationalist movement. The Egyptians
are in truth waking up, and in their ambition
o achieve something they easily, if not
naturally, become adherents to a movement
that proposes to hand over Egypt to the
Egyptians. The situation at this writing is
critical. The ministry has resigned; England
and France demand the sending of Arabi Bey
into exile as a condition precedent to the sup
port of the khedive against the demands of
the nationalists, and Arabi Bey himself, sup
ported by the notables, the army and the
people, proposes to fight in preference to
longer submission to foreign domination.
This brings the eastern question to the front
again. If England and France undertake to
settle the matter by force, Austria, Germany,
Russia, Italy, Turkey and Greece will each
take a hand, and all the dangers and
possibilities of a Balkan rising will
confront Europe again. The entire business
uas a very warlike look. Arabi Bey will
loubtless, in case of conflict, arouse all the
•eligious and race prejudices of not only the
Egyptians, but of all the other people in
North Africa. The Mohammedans of North
Africa are ready to a man to give France
drubbing, no matter what side the sultan
takes. The iron clads of the powers are at
anchor at Alexandria, but no action has been
taken on their part looking to a landing of
troops.
Next to Egypt the internal affairs of Russia
have attracted the most attention during the
past week. The people of Russia are in a con
dition of unrest. They want change, relief,
even revolution. The coronation of the Czar
was to have taken place at Moscow on Sep
tember 6, and great preparations had been
made, when the announcement came that the
ceremony would not take place until next
year. The coronation festivities were to last
several weeks, and the gorgeous ceremony
was the talk of tlie world. It is indefinitely
postponed because evidence came to hand in
some form, .or perhaps in various forms, that
it could not be held except at the risk to all
official participants. The terrorist govern
ment of Russia had so decreed, and its decrees
were never better obeyed than they are to-day.
But the reign of terror is not the worst feat
ure of the situation. The misery of the peas
antry makes them desperate, and they are
ready to attack the land owners, the officials,
the Jews or any one other class that are in a
better condition than themselves. Just now
the Jews are tlie victims of popular fury,
Thousands of them are fleeing to save their
lives. As a rule their property has been
stolen or destroyed. In the little Austrian
town of ^rody, a frontier town of les3 than
20,000 people, there are now 120,000 Jewish
refugees waiting for an opportunity to go to
America or any other country in which they
can earn a living and be free of Russian perse
cution. Great suffering has resulted and
must continue to result from the outrages that
the Russian government is practically a party
to. Its effort, however, to turn popular in
dignation from itself to the Jews will not
wove successful. The Jews may have to go,
mt that fact will not restore peace and power
the czar and his lieutenants.
During the week the Irish question has
lot been materially changed. Tlie arrears of
rent bill has passed to a second reading, and
Mr. Gladstone has given notice of his inten-
ion to give both the repression and the ar
rears bill precedence over other business
Both will be adopted very nearly as they
came from the hands of the government.
Mr. Parnell and the conservative portion of
the land league express themselves as satisfied
with the arrears bill, which is really one of
the most important acts of the age. It pro
poses in brief to pat hundreds of thousands
of tenants on their feet by
paying their arrears of rent
part out of the public purse and
part by arbitary enactment. Mr. Parnell
very properly accepts this remarkable conces
sion, but the more violent Irish leaders are
not satisfied with it. Mr. Davitt, at Man
Chester, declared that landlordism must go
before agrarian crime could be abolished
Ireland, and Mr. Dillon, who speaks for Lim
erick in parliament, was equally violent.
The latter indorsed extreme measures, even
that of assassination under certain circum
stances. These men pander to the revolu
tionary spirit, and are perhaps bidding for the
place that Mr. Parnell has held in the hearts
of the Irish people. Let us hope that Mr.
Parnell will be able to maintain his power.
He is an ardent advocate of the arrears bill,
and well he may be. AS'a gift every tenant
in arrears whose rent is valued at or under £30
gets one year's rent, and in addition he is
freed of all other arrears. In other words j
the state presents to tlie tenants j
$10,000,000, and the landlords are -
forced to give them $40,000,000 in arrears.
The tenants therefore receive a free gift of
about $50,000,000. The beneficiaries number
first and last 585,000, representing in round
numbers 3,500,000 persons who now, in the
words of Mr. Gladstone, “are at the mercy of
the landlords.” Says a correspondent: “The
immediate effect of the measure will be tc
save tens of thousands of families from evic
tion, to restore to their homes a thousand
families already evicted whom the land league
is unable to protect, notwithstanding the
boast of its leaders. How pressing the neces
sity was becoming may be judged by the re
cent eviction of 2,000 persons in Connemara,
and other thousands all over the country.
Had not the government stepped in it is
calculated that 250,000 would have been
evicted by the end of ■ winter, as the
landlords were preparing monster clearances
under the protection of the new coercion bill.
Without the arrears bill the land act was
usterly useless to the poorer tenants, because
they all owe from two to five year’s rent,
which they are wholly unable to pay. On
some rack-rented estates, where old arrears
have been kept alive, the tenants owe legally
as high as fifteen years’ rent, which puts’them
hopelessly in the power of the landlord, and
makes them the veriest slaves. Under the
arrears hill all those old debts will be swept
away aud the tenants, for the first time in
their history, will have a fair start without
any fear that their improvements may be
confiscated by rack-renting landlords.”
THE NEWS FROM SENATOR’HH-L.
A telegram received last ifigr . staves that Mr.
Hill's condition is uuchangid. It appears to be
settled that ou r senator has improved in strength to
the surprise ol those who know his case best—until,
he is now stronger than at auy time since the last
operation. Hie future depends upon, 1st, whether
or not the last trace of cancer is removed; 2d,
whether the water will cure him even if the taint
is still there. He has strength enough to take both
of these chances.
COTTONHEADED CRANKS
WHO BELIEVE IN A COTTON-SANf)-
ING MACHINE. .
Which is Said to ha Manutactured at Groentowa,
Small Village Near Atlanta—D ligent Search
Does Not Disclose Such a Town, and Men
Who Know Say the Idea is Abaard.
COLONEL THORNTON’S EXPLOITS AND
INTENTIONS.
From Thursday’s Post Appeal.
The Colonel's Paper’** Exalted Plano.
In proposing the name of Alexander H. Ste
phens, as a candidate for governor of Georgia, and
having brought him upon the verge of an election,
the Post-Appeal has risen above party and occupies
a high and exalted plane.
The Colonel Heats the Governor.
As such we presented him for governor, and
have succeeded in having him retract his absolute
determination to “retire” aud to express a willing
ness to be a candidate, even after the governor of
the state had failed to prevail on him to run.
The Farther Intentions of the Colonel.
Now, at the proper time, we propose to present
the names of gentlemen as candidates for state
house officers, congressmen at large, congressmen
in each district, senators in each district and mem
bers of the legislature in each county throughout
the state.
Whut the People will Think of the Colonel.
The people will observe from the character
of the man whom we place at the head
of our ticket that we are going to place uone but
good men in nomination for all these offices—and
they will have confidence in such suggestions.
SHE WAITED FOR RUPERT.
From the Chicago Tribune.
“I have been waiting for y*u, Rupert.”
Desdemona McCaffery was a witching strawberry
blonde, with dreamy biown eyes, and a large, vo
luptuous foot that attracted attention wherever
she went. Careless and trifling in most things, and
little recking whether she had pie or radishes for
breakfast, her love for Rupert Hetherington was
the one absorbing passion of her life. When he was
by her side life was like a beautiful day in June"
with the flowers blooming, the bright sunshine
gladdening every nook, and the balmy breath of
early summer making sweet perfume of the zephyrs
that came softly from the azure blue skies and
kissed the warm bosom of the verdure-clad earth-
“I am never unhappy when you are with me.dar'
tag,” she said, nestling her head ou Rupert’s shoul.
der, “but when you are away overytbing,is dreary,
and dismal, and forlorn. Hid it never occur to you
of what antagonistic emotions the life of woman is
made up?”
“It never did,” replied Rupert. “I have been
too btisy this spring trying to figure out whether
Iroquois would win a race.”
For an instant there was silence. The towing of
the cattle in the distant meadow and the twittering
of the swallows as they circled round the eaves of
the house preparatory to turning in for the night
were the only sounds to be heard. Presently fies-
demona spoke again.
“But it isso, Rupert,” she said. “Flame and ice.
poison and perfume, smiles and tears, roses and
upas, passion and abnegation—these are what the
gods cast into the caldron from which eame
iwoman.”
“But your sex is flckle, Is it not?” said Rupert.
“You know the old saying: ‘Woman, they name is
Flaherty.’ ”
Desdemotm l9sk?d at him ^caSllya Moment,
presume you refer,” she said in cold, better-come-
iti-before-your-ears-are-frozen tones, “to the line
which reads, ‘Frailty, thy name is woman ’ ”
“I guess likely.” was the reply, “but I really can
not see why women should buck-jump around so
much.”
“It is because you do not understand their na
ture. A woman loves some ma.i with a mad, un
reasoning love. She is only a girl—a frail, passion
al, moody girl, whose heart is a lute for every
wind to piny upon; who is swayed by love and
honor like any reed: who is torn to pieces with the
furv of her own strivings; who follows love forever
aud forever through the world, only to see it flicker,
and beckon, and allure, and fade away like the
will o’-the-wisp; who sees hope grow paler with
everv lovely day that dies on the horizon’s purple
rim;' who In the sleepless midnights looks renunci
ation in the face with dry eyes; who wnlkshand-in-
hand with a sorrow that might so easily wear the
stars of joy”—and with a convulsive sob breaking
from her lips the girl turned to enter the house.
Rupert stopped her. “You are off your feed, my
darling,” he said, iu the low, musical tones he
knew so well how to use when a woman’s love was
to be won or the unexpected advent of three: aces
iu a jack-pot announced. “You will be better in
the fall, sweerheart—the golden-tinted fall, when
the leav esare turning brown and the Racine county
agricultural association gets out those beautiful,
mezzo-tinted posters announcing its annual soiree
of live stock.”
“Do vou really think so. Rupert ? ” the girl asks,
g utting her arms around his neck, and looking at
im with a wistful, how-do-you-think.you’d-feel-
ifjpapa-was-to-heave-in-sight look.
• 'Why, of course I do, my angel,” he replies.bend
tag over to kiss her once for the cigars.
“And would you do anything in your power to
make me happv?” and again the yearning, anx
ious, somebody-hold-the dog expression comes
into the dusky eyes from which the tears are well
ing.
“My love,” he says, speaking slowly and with an
earnestness that shows how grave the subject is to
him, “you know that for your dear sake I would
brave anv danger, make auy sacrifice that man ekn
make. You know that your happiness is mine,that
to win a smile from your sweet face hell could fur
nish no torture I would not endure; you know that
in a pinch I would even—”
“Enough!” said Desdemona, a glad smile flutter
tag on her Calumet-avenue lips “I wiU test your
love.”
"Do so,” was Rupert’s reply. “Let me prove my
love, as the crusaders of old did. by some noble,
manlv action. I am ready for the test, no matter
how terrible it may be;” and his pure young face
lighted up with a rapturous, schuyler Colfax
smile. -
Desdemona k ssed him tenderly. “I knew you
would not fail me, my own true love;” she mur
mured. “You may bring them to the house this
evening.”
“Bring what?” asked Rupert. “I do not under
stand you.”
“Y'ou will catch on before the summer is over,”
came the reply, in clear, incisive tones. "I mean
two tickets to the matinee”—and the beautiful girl
stepped into the house.
With a dull paiu at his heart Rupert went away.
“I am o’er young to marry.” he said softly to him
self, “and too luxuriantly fly to begin buying mati
nee tickets in June.”—From “FeU at the First
Hurdle,” by Murat Halstead.
The following a Aide is going the rounds of
the press, having originated in New York and
made a tour of England, receiving publica
tion in the Liverpool papers, and finally com
ing back to America where it is having a very
extensive run:
The New York Dry Goods Bulletin, having sent a
commissioner to the south to inquire iuto the truth
or otherwise of the alleged cotton frauds, has re
ceived the following letter from its correspondent,
dated Lone Star Plantation Mississippi. The owner
of the plantation is given as Dr. Jackson. The cor
respondent says;
The first place we visited was his stable, where he
kept some eighty head of mules, and then we went
to the gin house. It was a large building, some 30
feet wide by 80 or 90 long, and contained three gin
stands up stairs and two presses below. These I
readily recognized, but on the rafters of the lower
floor, right above the presses, was a machine, the
like of which I had never seen before. “This,”
said the doctor, “is the ‘southern pride,’ tlie poor
man’s friend.” “But please explain,” 1 begged
of him, hardly able to control my patience.
“This is a new attachment, an intermediate be
tween the gi-i and the pte’ss, and is called ’the Mor
gan Patent Duplex Sand Injector.’ Y’on see. as the
cotton comes from the flo^r above, it passes through
this funnel-shaped aperture, and enters a receiver
in the injector. Here it is caught by a system o
rollers, aud passes through what might be called a
cylinder. At the opposite cud of the cylinder is an
opening, through which an endless stream of sand
is poured, which is thoroughly mixed with the cot
ton, while the cylinder revolves. After several rev
olutions, in which the cotton becomes thoroughly
Impregnated with the sand, an utomatic eut-ofi
opens a slide and throws the cotton iuto an inclined
Plata nrmediately above the press. From there it
passes slowly into the press and is packed. The
greatest feature about the injector is that the cot
ton, after being thoroughly mixed with the sand,
is allowed, by atr elevator-like contrivance, to move
slowly into tlie press, so that not a particle of sand
is lost. Isn’t it a glorious invention ? It is only a
southern genius that could hit upon so grand an
idea.”
'.Vas I dreaming? Was it possible that such a
thing really existed, and not only in the brains of
the Oldham spinners? The doctor noticed my as
tonishment and went on to explain to me that sand
was cheaper to raise than cotton, and, that if scien-
tificiady worked and systematically carried out,
the profits of an average crop were increased by 35
to50percent; “and,” he smihnglyadded, “you
know the crop of sand never fails.”
Wishing to learn more of this wonderful machine
we returned to the house, and there the doctor
gave me a pamphlet with full description and
many testimonials. It seems that the machine is
manufactured in Greentown, a small village near
Atlanta, Gn., and that the fact of its manufacture
has heretofore been kept a secret.
A Constitution reporter showed the article
to Mr. J. W. Goldsmith yesterday and told
him that it had been published in Liverpool
and other English papers, and that the story
appeared to he accepted as true by tlie papers
that had published it in England. Mr. Gold
smith said:
Then I would say nothing about it. A
man who does not Know enough about cotton
to see the absurdity of such a thing as that
can’t have sense enough to listen to reason.
Twenty pounds of sand in a bale of cotton
would amount to two dollars or two and a
half, but it would damage the class of tlie
cotton at least two cents a pound or ten dol
lars a hale, so any man with a particle of rea
son can see the folly of patting sand in
cotton.”
GREENTOWN.
“Where is Greentown?”
“I never heard of Greentown before. It
probably is the home of the man who wrote
that article. There is certainly no such place
near Atlanta, and of course there is no such
machine as the one referred to in tlie article.
There is not one man in ten thousand who
intentionally allows sand to get into his cot
ton, and that man loses when he does so. The
idea now is to get the sand out of the cotton.
Atlanta is far from manufacturing any ma
chinery for putting sand into cotton. On th
contrary, we make here thousands of the
Clarke seed cotton cleaners with which the
sand is removed. This article charges that
Atlanta, or rather a town near Atlanta, is
making machines for putting sand
into cotton after it is ginned.
The Clarke cleaner, however, takes the sand
ouLbefore the cotton is ginned, and that is
just the difference between the facts and tlie
report. I cannot see how any man could be
lieve such statements as are made in the arti
cle, or how any intelligent newspaper man
could select such a tiling for iiis subscribers
to read. As a piece of humor it is a failure;
as a hoax, it is too plain to deceive anybody.
It only deserves notice as the acme of non
sense. It may be, however, that some green
northern newspaper correspondent wrote it in
good faith. They believe some pretty heavy
tales about the south. I remember one day,
several years ago, some northern men were on
their way to Florida, and a few miles
below here they were shown some cotton seed
by a practical joker, who told them that that
was what the southern planters used to feed
slaves on, and the tourists believed him.”
NO MONOPOLY IN IT.
“No,” continued Mr. Goldsmith, “there is
no money in putting sand in cotton or in
doing it any other injury. The loss invaria
bly falls on the man who does so. There is
no doubt that very much sandy cotton goes
out from the south, but it is from the sandy
parts of the country, and the sand gets there
by the cotton being beaten out on the ground
by the rains. No man who knows his busi
ness will fail to keep his cotton in as good or
der as possible. Any short-coming, if not dis
covered at tl'.e time, will finally be heard
from. I remember that about forty years ago
my father was in business in Hamburg. South
Carolina, and bought a bale ot cotton from
one of the men living in that section. The
cotton was shipped to England, and in a few
months the last man who got it returned to us
a rock weighing about iifty pounds which had
been taken from the middle of the bale. By
the marks and numbers it was easy to trace
the bale of cotton to its origin, and my father
readily learned the name of the men from
whom the cotton had been purchased. It
happened that on the day on which the rock
reached us we received an order from the man
who sold us the cotton for a barrel of New
Orleans sugar. We headed the rock up in
the barrel and sent it along. Thus that rock
went across the ocean and came back to the
man who had attempted the fraud. We
never afterwards heard from him on tlie sub
ject, although he continued to trade with us
for a number of years.”
“To show you how hard it is to perpetrate
a fraud,” remarked Mr. J. J Goldsmith, who
was present, “I can relate a little affair which
came under my observation. About twentv-
five years ago I was clerking in a store in
Carroll county and the firm bought a
bale of cotton which through
tlie usual channel reached the
mills in England. We received notice that it
was a falsely packed bale, and a demand for
damages was made. The man who sold us the
cotton was a preacher and grew wrothy when
we told him of the false packing. After wrack
ing his brain for a solution he finally remem
bered that in a previous season be had had a
small quantity of cotton left over from the
crop. There was not enougli to make a full
bale, so it was put into the screw and left
there. Later a freshet raised tlie water to the
screw and the, cotton was in
the water a week ok so. When
the next packing season arrived just
enough cotton was put in to make out a bale
and the old cotton was not examined. It es
caped the nien whosampled the bale, and the
j false packing was notdisco vered until the cot
! ton reached the manufacturer in England,
' but the origin of the bale was traced by a
regulai channel and the wrong was righted.”
A TRIFLE MIXED.
From the Brooklyn Eagle.
“What is the trouble about Mr. Loubat and Mr.
Turnbull, my dear?” asked Mrs. Spoopendyke
dreamily fingering around in the baby’s mouth for
a tooth. ’Is there a suspicion out that they are the
murderers?”
“Murderers of who?” demanded Mr. Spoopen
dyke, looking up from his paper. “Who have they
murdered?”
“Didn’t I see in one of the papers that they found
a druggist who sold arsenic to Mr. Loubat, and that
Mr.'Turnbull was seen on the liytag horses in an
intoxicated condition the night before the body was
found?”
“What paper said so?” snorted Mr. Spoopendyke.
“What back number of a petticoat pattern have
you had bold of this trip? Who’s oeeu loaning
you the statistical reports of the lunatic asylums
lately?”
“I haven’t followed it very closely,” faltered Mrs.
Spoopendyke, beginning to hedge, “but I under
stood from what I saw that Mr. Loubat was seen
holding Mr. Turnbull’s horse on Chapel street while
the rest were at Savin Rock, and that they had
bought a railroad in Virginia—no, no, that wasn’t
it. Mr. Turnbull and Mr. Loubat were to have a
duet together when the body was found. Now five
gotit!”
“You want to hold it!” roared Mr. Spoopendyke.
“Y'ou’d better take a bight around the door knob
with it! Oh, you’re right about having it! If any
body else should get it as bad as you’ve got It it
would be an epidemic' With the way you've got
it, and are likely to have it, you’ll only need a
spindled legged doctor and a yellow flag to be a
quarantine hospital. Turnbull and Loubat are
duelists! They are going to fight a duel, not a
duet! Aud it was the Malleys who bought arsenic
aud went to Savin Rock! Is that straight enough?
Got room for those two ideas in your head at
once?”
“Yes, yes,” smiled Mrs. Spoopendyke, a new
light dawning ou her. “I see it the moment you
explain it. But I never heard of men fighting a
duel with arsenic before, and I think they must
have been very poor aitnsmen to have missed each
other and hit the girl!”
"What’s the girl got to do with it?” bawled Mr.
Spoopendyke. “Ever Eincc you had that baby you
think evervbody's a girl! I tell ye tlie girl had
nothing to do with it. It was only Loubat and
Turnbull, ana when they got mad everybody else
got out of the way I Cau you grasp that? Will you
let that rattle around in your mind until it makes
an impression?”
“That’s what Isay,” mumbled Mrs. Spoopen-
dvke. “And if they put the girl out of the way
they should he punished. No woman is safe when
such bloodthirsty men lose their vicious tempers!”
Mr. Spoopendyke looked at heraiidslicquailed.
“Look here!” commenced Mr. Spoopenayk* .with
horrible calmness. “Docs anybody on this dodgnst-
ed earth know what you are talking about? You
go around pecking at the papers like a measly old
hen.aml when you’ve got it all iu your crop you be
gin to wonder what it all means! 1 say that Loubat
and Turnbull had nothing to do with it It was
Blanche Douglass!”
“Of course,” assented Mrs. Spoooendyke. “I
understand that part.but I don't see what they want
to light Blanche Douglass for, though I suppose
when the business is bad the duelists nave to take
any kind of work they can get. Did they find any
arsenic in Miss Douglass?”
“Yes, they found arsenic in Mias Douglass!”
yelled Mr.Spoopendyke.mad clean through when he
found that his lucid explanation made no impres
sion on his wife. “Ami they put a glass winnow
with red lights in her side and a prescription coun
ter iu the small of hr-rback and sold six hundred
tons of arsenic to Walter Malley in twenty-four
hours! See it now? Understand it at last? And
they’d have made a fortune out of her if she hadn’t
kicked against having a candy counter in her ear
and a soda fountain in her dodgasted tesophagus!
Got hold of it this time? And Loubat and Turn-
bull quarreled b cause she got sand in her gullet
andsjioilcd the stock! Want any more informa
tion? Think you cau talk intelligently on the sub
ject to the neighbors now?”
"1 guess so,” murmured Mrs. Spoopendyke. look
ing rather doubtful about it. “By the way. my
dear, did you ever read Fowler’s solution of the
matter? I’ve seen it referred to, but I never could
find it!”
“That’s strange!” grunted Mr. Spoopendyke. “I
don't see how anything should escape that twenty-
five foot front, three story and ba-emeut brown
stone mind of yours! Now just listen! For the
sake of average intelligence listen!” pleaded Mr
Spoopendyke, pathetically. “Loubat ami Turnbull
had a quarrel. The Malleys aud Blanche Douglass
and Jennie Cramer were other people and had
nothing to do wi h it. That’s all there is in the
matter. Now you must understand it!”
“Yis” sighed Mrs. Spoopendyke, “but when
men like Mr. Loubat and Mr. Turnbull get angry
and quarrel so desperately, you can't blame a
woman for jumping overboard or eating arsenic,
though I’m glad they are not murderers, for from
what I read I had an idea that they were implicated
and that Sir. Turnbull would escape because Mr.
Loubat didn’t take any notice of the murder at the
time it was committed!”
Sir. Spoopendyke drew off his clothes slowly, and
deliberately jammed them in the empty grate. Tlie
English language was too watery for him.
“Anyway.” soliloquized Sirs. Spoopendyke, as
she watched him crawl into bed like a cannon ball,
“anyway, I’m sure that Mr. Loubat’s and Mr.
Turnbull's mothers will be glad to know that they
have been unjustly accused, and I hope it will keep
them from going to Savin Rock in the future.”
With which reflection Mrs. Spoopendyke
smoothed out her husband’s clothes and fell asleep
dreaming that Jennie Cramer had fought a duel
with Blanche Douglas for insulting Mr. Loubat and
jhat Mr. Turnbull had stumbled overboard while
dodging the flying arsenic.
JOHNNIE’S PANTS.
From the New Haven Register.
flow innocent and sweet children are, to be sure.
“Johnnie, you must have your face washed before
you go to bed, as the angels won’t stay and watch
such a dirty boy,” said his mother, as she played
E eek-a-boo while slipping his night dress over his
cad.
“Don’t care. What’R angels watching me for?”
“So as to keep Johnnie safe till morning,” was
the assuring reply.
“Guess I’m big Tiuff to take care of my own self
now. See them pants.” He had worn them just
one day, and the confidence they had begat in his
soul was truly marvelous.
A Bride’s Strnnae Conduct.
Special to the Cincinnati Enquirer.
St. Louis, Slay 27.—The mysterious disappearance
of Sallle Muth, nee Taylor, the bride of a night,
particulars of which were telegraphed last night,
has been solved to-day. The missing bride made
her appearance at the Relay depot. East-St. Louis,
aud wanted her trunk, she is only about seven
teen years old. Tn answer to questions she naively
said that after being married one night she had be
come disgusted with wifehood, and took tlie royal
road out of matrimony. She just walked away and
hid herself until she saw he had gone back to Cairo.
It is said she was seen ou a Cairo Short Line train
Friday evening in company with a young fellow,
and they both got off at Lensburg. She says she is
going buck to Cairo, but will not live with her hus
band. She assigns no cause for her strange con
duct
Her Engagement Denied.
London, May 27.—An official denial of the en
gagement of the Princess Beatrice to the eldest son
of the landgrave of Hesse is published.
A GOOD MAN’S DEATH.
WRITTEN ON THE OCCASION OP THE DEATH OF JUDGE
CLARICE HOWELL.
From the Sunday Gazette.
When good men die the living mourn their loss,
And as the word goes down the street
We stop the hurry of our feet
And turn our thoughts from time, and trade and
dross.
We know then, that their number is too few
Who walk on Honor’s brightest plane,
Whose lives are spotless—free from stain—
So living, lov’d our now lamented friend.
And. dying, left upon his cherished name
No after-breath of qualifying blame.
And lumaht but praise pursued him to the end;
For. ’round ilie altar of his love crowned home
His full allotted years were spent,
_ And o’er beyond its joys he bent
No wistful glances, nor sc-if-eareiltoroam.
Yet, honors thick he wore with native grace
And by his self’s own honor honored Place;
in.
His end has come, as to us all it must.
But as we draw this sombre pall
Our eyes yield freely tears that fall
Upon the noblest, purest of earth’s dust!
He left to us no legacy of doubt:
A life as golden as his deeds—
A faith superior to all creeds—
A heart as tender, ydt as bravely stout,
As ever carried any knight of old
In qnest of Holy Sepulchre or gold!
IV.
So, while we mourn his noble soul is free
And with its Lord in glory rests;
And we within our grateful breasts
Keep record of his love and charity.
And turn the eyes of youth to that rich page
That truly mirrors his fair fame
And bid them all, in Honor’s name.
Repeat his virtues on Life’s fleeting stage.
And, like him, gain the crown of useful years
I And joy untold beyond This Life of Tears!
Atlanta, May loth, 1SS2.