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The Morgan Monitor.
VOL II. NO. 12. *1 PER YEAR.
the aoon times.
,
Let’s sing about tho good times—tho bnopy
times to be—
As sing the rivers rippling on in music to tho
sea!
As sing the birds—they know not why—when
springtime days begin;
So let us sing tho sad times out, and sing the
glad tim 03 in!
Lot’s sing about tho good times, when erory
cot and clod
Shall send a benediction to tho living skies
of God!
When tho world a brighter boauty and a
rarer grace shall win,
And life shall sing the sadtim-s out and ring
tho glad times in!
Lot's sing about tho good times! Thoy’ll
greet us ou tho way—
A rose upon tho morning’s breast—a sun
throughout tho day;
When life springs like a blossom from the
color of tho clod,
And tho world rolls on in music lo tho shin¬
ing gates of God!
—Frank L. Staulou, in Atlanta Constitution.
in love; with ms enemy.
BX EUGENIA D. BISUAM.
\YOULD rather
hear that old mau
talk about bis early
life than listen to
a play at a first-
A class theatre, said
an intelligent-look¬
ing gentleman, ad¬
dressing the hotel
i«gijj r ssM:£y,^ direction I glanced indicated in the
by a nod of his head, aud I saw a
silvery-haired walking old man slowly with by a stout
cane pass on the
sidewalk.
I w-as an utter stranger in tho vil¬
lage, but a mouth of enforced idleness
was ahead of mo, and I determined to
become friendly with the old man.
This did not provo hard to do, for be
was genial, and I have always had a
liking for elderly people. Short and
stout, ruddy of face, with perfectly
whito hair and whiskers, and blue
eyes quick to light up with laughter,
he was very good to look at. In talk¬
ing, he had a trick of occasionally re¬
peating the last words of a sentence, a
habit amusing to strangers, but rather
pleasing tbau otherwise on closer ac¬
quaintance.
When I had put myself on a fairly
good footiug with him, some two
weeks after our introduction, I found
him ono afternoon in an easy-chair on
his front piazza. Sitting down on the
steps, I leaned against a post and scon
led him to talk about his young days.
“Well,” he said, "I will tell you the
story straight, for I see you have had
several second-hand nibbles at it al¬
ready.
“When I was a young blood, like
jourself, I lived on a large plantation
in Georgia, my father being ono of
the richest planters in his State. On
the same road that our house faced,
with about two miles of field and
woodland between, was another exten¬
sive farm. This was owned by the
Grantlnnds, a family who were our
bit ter euemi c.-:, though we had once been
on the friendliest terms—yes, friend¬
liest terms. Tho oldest son of that
honso had killed the oldest son of my
father’s house; that caused tho en¬
mity, bitter to the core. Tho young
men had been bosom friends; ono
wouldn’t go ’possum hunting unless
tho other went. I remember the
morning when my brother’s body was
brought hom". I was about sixteen
then, and he t wenty-three. My father
stood by the corpse and swore eternal
hatred of the whole Grantland family,
and the rest of us partook of his
spirit.
“ ‘Why, you married a Grantland,
didn’t you, Mr. Dearing,’ I asked,
“Not so fast, young man, not so
fasti You are like one of these elec¬
tric machines; didn’t have such in my
day.
“To go back to my story. Of course
none of the Grantlauds came to the
funeral, and the young fellow who had
done the killing had skipped tha coun¬
try. It was a fine thing for him that
he got away, and his family took goo-d
care that ho did not come back—good
care, I tell you. They held their heads
as high as wo did, for none of them
believed the killing had been inten¬
tional. Wo took our membership away
from their church, going five miles
further to another. They would not
get their mail from the same office
where wo got ours, but sent fourteen
miles to another office, and neither
family would attend an entertainment
in the neighborhood where the other
family might be met.
“All this went on, and at last I
found myself twenty-two years old.
Then something happened that was
like gall to my taste—like gall.
“Mr. Grantland had a daughter who
was about eighteen years of ago at that
time, a girl named Honr’etta. Living
so near together, of course there wero
times when members of the two fami-
lies were obliged to see each other,
and it seemed to me that I was forever
seeing Henrietta Grantland. I would
pas3 her, face to face, both of us on
horseback, run across ber at a picnic
where I did not dream sho’d bo, and
meet her in tovn at tho home of some
mutual friend. Pretty soon I fonn 1
myself watching out for her, looking
at her on tho sly, wondering what it
was in the set of her head that.was so
taking, why it was that her hair seemed
to catch aud hold the glint of the sun-
~?hine—and all the like of that, you !
know. |
“It made mo angry every time
found mysolf watching her, for I hated
her, you sec—hated the whole Grant-
Ian i generation. Despite all, however,
tliero was something about tho girl
that compelled mo to look her way and
to think about her. 1 just fairly dos-
traitor—worse piaed myself for than it, felt worse traitor. than And aj
a •
1 father, he began
to notice me; said he
could see I was troubled.
“It was one night when ho and
were together on the front piazza,
smoking, that he asked me about it.
AVe always were companionable,
I just made a clean breast of it;
him I wanted to go away, that it
to me I could not turn around
that Honr’etta Grantland was
face to face with me, wielding a
over me a little short of torture.
“Father pitched his
cigar into the flower yard and
from his chair. >
“ ‘Does she try to attract
she try?’ he asked excitedly.
“I told him no, that she treated
like the sand under hor
noticed me at all. Father walked
and down tho porch as if driven by
wind, but halting suddenly in front
me he said:
“ ‘You would better go away.
would you like a trip to the gold
among tho Rockies? The
might put you straight. Suppose
you go. I am sure your mother
get your things together by
day. ’
“The idea pleased me, pleased
no little, and when Thursday came
was on my way to the Rocky
tains. I pretty soon fell in with
party of young bloods like myself,
for a while I did not bother
about my attractive enemy—not much.
All the time, though, I was traveling
just as directly as I could toward an
event that would bring her. vividly be-
foro my mind, and would show me in
a white light a truth I was then look¬
ing at through a very foggy atmosphere
-—very foggy.
“Perhaps it was two months after
left home I became separated from my
party during a hunt and was lost. It
was an unhappy experience, youug
mail. I hallooed until I was hoarse,
climbed a tree and tied a handkerchief
to its highest limb, and did all tho
other things that lost people do, you
know. At last, striking aimlessly down
a ravine, I found myself at sunset
emerging into an almost circular de¬
pression among mountain peaks. And
right at me was a wigwam. It startled
me so that I jumped behind a tree.
The next moment soma one called to
me, told me to come on; that I would
meet friends. An Indian boy advanced
toward me, and in the wigwam I found
a sick Indian. Both spoke English,
and I was glad oE tho good supper the
lad gave me. None of us cared to talk
much, and I was soon fast asleep, worn
out.
“I suppose it was long toward mid¬
night when I awoke, feeling some¬
thing punch me in tho ribs. It was
tho sick Indian’s bony hand. Enough
light from the tiro without came
through the crevices to make the in¬
terior ot the wigwam dimly discerni¬
ble.
(( < What is it?” I asked. 'Shall I
call the boy?’ ”
“ ‘No, I beg,’ ho answered. ‘Give
mo water. I believe I am dying.’
“1 gave him the water promptly
enough, meaning to call the boy just
as promptly—just as promptly. But
while I was putting down tho tin cup
he uttered words that wero paralyzing
in their effect on me. I sank down
on my blanket and clasped my hands
around my knees, and gazed as best I
could at the poor fellow.
“ ‘I am not an Indian ; I am white,’
lie said. ‘My narno is Garland Grant-
land, and because I killed by acci¬
dent tho man I loved best in all
tho world, I was forced from homo to
live an outlaw’s life. Under my head
is a tiu box; I trust its contents to
you.’
“Ho began gasping painfully then,
and I tried to raise him, though I was
trembling violently.
“ ‘Promise to help tho Indian bury
me, and to bury mo deep,’ ho said.
“ I promised him that ho should be
buried as nearly as possible like the
^jople back at home were buried, and
that tho box should bo my care.
There were a few struggles, poor fel¬
low, and he died while trying to thank
me. Then I sat there and thought
about him until my heart throbbed
itself tender. It seemed to me I had
traveled all those miles from home
just for this. Life is a strange mix¬
I ture, don’t youug know man, a strange mixturo.
what your faith is, but
mine is an over ruling Providence.
My meditations during that night de¬
stroyed my enmity toward the Grant-
lands.
“I buried Garland two days later, at
sundown. And I buried him in a
coffin. Yes, it was a rude affair; tho
boy and I made it from the seasoned
trunks of trees long siaoo fallen. The
wood was not difficult to split with the
tools they had couoealed among the
rocks. The lad was greatly impressed
by my cave of the body of a half-
breed, as be thought his one-time friend
was, audit won his devotion—won his
devotion.
“Ha finally guided mo to a camp of
miners, and he would have followed
me home had I allowed it. I was so
fortunate at the camp as to hear of my
party who wero soarchfng for me, and
to communicate with them, letting
them know my intention to return
home. First, though, I had a secret
commission to fulfil,
“In tho dead man’s tin box I had
found a letter addressed to his mother,
and a note addressed, ‘To tho friend
who receives this box.’ Both had evi¬
dently been written during bis illness,
and tire contents of my note made my
young, hot blood Hnglo in my veins.
It contained miuuto directions as to
bow to reach a certain place, and to
find a certain crevice between two
gigantic rocks, a crevice not extending
straight down, but almost a’t once curv-
westward. With a stout, sharp
hook attached to a pliable rod, I was
to drag this crevice and fish out five
skin bags containing gold dust and
nuggets. I was to have my choice of
the treasure bags, aud the others were
to bo forwarded to Mr. Grantland.
“Of course I knew that no matter
how the hate had vanished out of my
POPULATION AND DnAXItfAaE.
MORGAN, GA„ FRIDAY, APRIL 2, 1897.
own heart, it burned just as fiercely as
ever in the hearts of all at home. I
meant to do all that Garland had ro-
quested, but I meant to do it secretly
—do it seoretly, you know. Then I
meant to go homo and live as usual.
I was not so wise then as now. It is
trno that I found the treasure crevice,
fished out the five bags, kept ono for
myself aud sent the others to Mr.
Grantland, Mrs. Grantiaud’s letter
pinned to ono of them. I had pen¬
ciled the date of Garland’s death on
the letter, thinking they would like
to know it. I say it is true I did all
those things, and did them secretly ;
but I did not go home to live as I had
in the old days.
“After being there a few weeks,
after hearing from neighbors about
the mysterious coming of iho lettei
and the gold, after seeing Henrietta
dressed in deep black, tho self same
poise to her head, the self same sweet¬
ness of fact, I learned a lesson—yes, I
learned a lesson. I learned that
miners’ camps, nor hunting parties,
nor mysterious crevices of treasure,
nor tho Bookies themselves, cau crush
out of a life tho emotion called love;
not even if it spring to existence where
hato is rife.
“I became moro unhappy than ercr,
and was continually brooding over
schemes fo heal the breach betweon
the two families—heal the breach.
Else, how was I to mako Henrietta so
much as seem conscious of my exist¬
ence? All this time my father watched
mo so closely that it made me nervous.
Guess that hurried things—guess it
did. Anyway, I was not very good
humored one morning, and when my
father said something about it I
wheeled round and told him all about
Garland’s death and tho things I had
done afterward, ending with the bold
statement that I loved Honr’etta and
could not help it.
“To this day I wonder that my fiery
old father did not fell mo to the floor
with a chair, for ho was a quick man
—a quick mau. He stood aud looked
at mo pretty much as he would have
looked at a cur that had dared to bite
him. Then he turned on his heel and
went away, took his hat anil left the
house—went straight to tho woods.
Needn’t ask mo how I felt; mean
enough, that’s certain, mean enough
—mean enough. Ho didn’t come
home to dinner, and I did not eat any.
Toward night I saw him coming down
the spring hill from the direction of
tho family burying ground, and I
knew where he had been last, if not all
day. My elder brother had been his
idol.
‘‘You can talk about bravery, but I
tell you it took bravery to make mo
face my father at the supper table a
few minutes later. Ho said next to
nothing during the meal, and his hands
trombled when he passed tho plates. I
do hope I’ll never again feel like I did
during'that meal. After it was over
the big horn was sounded, a very un¬
usual thing at such an hour, aud the
hands from all over the plantation
came pouring up to the house. They
gathered close about tha back porch,
and the bouse servants and the family
were on the porch.
“1 felt like running—felt like run¬
ning; didn’t know what ou earth was
coming; fell like I was to be cursed
aud seat from home. Father stood
close to the old water shelf, and here’s
what ho said, tho words fairly burning
into me:
“ ‘I have called you together to put
you on notice that the trouble between
Mr. Grantiaud’s family and mine is at
an end. Hereafter there will be peace.
His family will dine here next Thurs¬
day ; aud the day following his hands
and mine will have a barbecue in the
spring grove. You may go to your
places.’
“I can’t tell you how wo all dis¬
persed ; but amid tho pleased ejacula¬
tions of some of the servants I found
myself wiping tho tears off my face
before the whole crowd. Perhaps I
was shedding tears because mother was
sobbing; never could hear to see her
cry.
“Well, this about ends my story.
Tho bag of gold dust and nuggets that
fell to mo helped to buy this house,
young man. Aud you needn’t think
wo’ro lonesomo whon you pass by hero
late in the day and see two old folks
sitting close together, for they’ro
Henrietta and me. Wo haven’t been
enomies now for many years—many
years.”—Waverley Magazine.
Balloon Lifeboats,
Tho big ocean greyhounds will soon,
it is thought, be equipped with life¬
boats harnessed to balloons, so as to
be practically unsinkable. Cylinders
filled with compressed gas will be
placed in compartraonts of the life¬
boats, and from these tho balloons,
which will bo harnessed with cords to
a hollow mast connected with the
cylinders, iB inflated. The mast, which
ia iron tubing, is adjustable, and, when
turned forward, the big balloon acts
as a sail, oars proving quite unneces¬
sary. Tho combination boat will
doubtless prove of tho greatest ser¬
vice in saving people far out at sea.
In n recent test it was shown thaf,
even with tho boat filled with water to
tho gunwales, tho lifting power of the
balloon prevented the craft from
either sinking or upsetting.
Man at Ills Best.
Raid George Du Maurier once in a
private chat: “I think that tho best
years in a man’s life aro after lie is
forty. A man at forty has ceased to
hunt tho moon. I should add that in
order to enjoy life after forty it is
perhaps necessary to have achieved,
boforo reaching that ago, at least somo
success. ”
Great Place tor Shipping.
Over 1000 ships of all kinds and
sizes pass up and down the English
Channel every twenty-four hours, and
thero are scarcely ever less than 200
near Land’s End, Jeaviug or bearing
up for the Channel,
I
SOME REMARKS CONCERNING THE
FIGHT AT CARSON.
WINKS APPROVAL ON THE SLY.
Boxing Contests Are All Right If tho
Principals are Decent People,
Says William.
Is it original sin or total depravity
or natural horn instinct that makes
man and beast take such an interest in
a fight? Bulls and dogs and chicken
cocks dident fall when Adam fell, but
they fight. St. John says there was
war in heaven; so it soems that this
fightir g business has been going on a
long time. Cain killed Abel about 6,000
years ago and man and beast have been
lighting ever since. The men who
don’t fight love to look on or read about
it, and even woman, loving and kind-
hearted as she is, always takes sides
and urges on her heroes to victory or
death. If woman had not been behind
us the late war would have ended in a
year. The preachers preach peace and
love and hold up the Savior’s teachings
before us. “Love your enemies, and
if a man smites thee on one cheek,
turn the other to him also.” But who
would do that. I have known a
preacher to fight and boast of his vic¬
tory. I recall another who took off
his coat in church and dared
a brother layman to go outside
with him and repeat the offensive
language. They were good men, but
just human. So I reckon this fight¬
ing instinct is part of our human na¬
ture, and if there was war in heaven,
then the instinct did not come from
Adam’s fall, but we would have had it
anyhow. “Peace on earth and good
good will to man” is yet afar off in
the corridors of time. A few martyrs
like Stephen have lived and died say¬
ing, “Lord, lay not this sin to their
charge,” but the great majority of
Christians and all the sinners either
hate their enemies or fail to love them.
The instinct of our human nature isre-
sentment and it is so near akin to self-
preservation that it seems justifiable.
A man has as much right to resent a
personal fight injury as a nation has to
another nation. There is no
difference in the Christian' morality,
for a nation is made up of indi¬
viduals. If 10,000 may fight in de¬
fense of their country, then one may
fight in defense of his home or his
property, or even his good name. But
both are wrong according to the Sa¬
vior’s teachings, and if only those
be saved who live up to those
teachings, then we are all lost.
But when one of the disciples
got alarmed and said: ( I Who then
can be saved?” His reply was: “With
men it is not possible, but with God
nil things are possible.” And on the
other occasion, when a disciple trem¬
bled under his teachings and inquired:
t ‘ Lord, are there few that be saved?”
he avoided a direct answer and said:
‘ ‘Strive to enter in at the straight gate,
for many shall seek to enter, but shall
not be able.”
So our comfort is that if we strive to
do light we will get to heaven. Strive
is the word, and it means to struggle,
to exert ourself dilligently. Let us all
do that if we can, and T reckon we
can, or we would not have been told to.
I wns ruminating about the fight,
and my mind ran along into this chan-
nel of thought. V. liy did I fee! an
interest in it ! Why did I have a 1 in-
gering desire that lit/, should lick
Corbett? Well, I took a disgust at
Corbett when 1 read that he liad for -
saken his wife and taken another with
,
out just cause or provocation. I re
momhered how the papers said she
stood by him and encouraged him at
Jacksonvdle imd other places and be-
liavod herself in a womanly way, and
SO I wanted him punished. But I was
told today that Fitzsimmons had done
the same thing, and so now I don’t
care which whipped. Now let some
other fellow turn up and whip Fit/
atm i win lie satisnea. Corbett s firm,
wife has been avenged and his second
came to grief. I don’t take much stock
in denouncing prize fighting as the
worst thing iu the world. The worst
thing about it is the company it keeps—
the betting and gambling and drinking
that environs it. If two men want to
make a trial of strength by pummeling
each other, there is no more harm in it
than in a football game, and the sur¬
roundings aro not ranch worse.
These pugilists never kill one an¬
other, and the fight itself is not half as
bad as these street duels and hip pocket
pistols that are reported every day in
tho newspapers. I have seen a police¬
man draw more blood when trying to
arrest a disturber of the peace. It is
not so bad as a hull fight in Mexico,
and yet every American who goes
there attends one, if not two or more.
I think I should have liked to have
seen the fight if I could have done so
on tlie sly, and I know many good men
and some women who would have gone
one eye on it if they bad had a chance
and the crowd had been a decent one.
Everybody lias an instinctive desire to
see a fight—even a dog fight. I re¬
member what satisfaction we school
boys used to have in catching the big
.black ants in an old dead tree and
making them fight in mortal combat.
And what fun it was to catch a big he
coon dogs, by night and see him fight the
and how we used to got two old
rams bulls together, and once wo sa w two
lock horns, and it was fearful
and thrilling.
Fighting roosters were common in
our institute day. Home of the big boys at the
where I went to school used
to lmy roosters in the neighborhood
and keep them hid out until Saturday
evening, and then go away off on tho
woods and have a fight or maybe sev¬
eral fights.
But if we can’t see the fight we all
love to read about thorn. Tho charm
of mythology in the heroes and hero¬
ines we read about—Hector and Ach¬
illes—have not yet lost their renown.
It was Rob Roy’s heroism and Ivan-
hoe’s that made those novels of Wal¬
ter Scott the favorites. Just so with
the Scottish Chiefs and Thaddeus of
Warsaw, and Charley O’Malley.
And even in our day both Christians
and sinners, Jew and Gentile, have
been fascinated with Lew Wallace's
Ben Hur. and the charm of the hook is
the chariot race, which was a great
fight—a struggle between tho heroic
champions. The truth is that no nov¬
elist—either ancient or modern—lias
dared to write a romance without a
great fight in it somewhere. From
Milton in his Paradise Lost down to
Kennedy’s Horseshoe Robinson, fight¬
ing is the essence r.ud the charm of
the story, and it is a compliment to
our human naturo that we always side
with the right side and honor the hero
and adore the heroine.
More men like to see a fight than
are willing shut to admit it. I never saw a
preacher his eyes when the dogs
hitched or try part two roosters in his
back yard. All men ai’c not as honest
as Henry Grady, who told a mutual
fried that if he had the money and it
was a respectable thing to do, he
would give a thousand dollars to see
the mill between Sullivan and Ivilrain.
It is said that ho would have slipped
off and gone anyhow, had he not been
already hilled for Boston to make his
last great speech. He loved all manly
sports, but abhorred cruelty and dissipa¬
tion. I never shall forget the grand
and awful scene that I witnessed from
the top of the Price house during tho
battles before Richmond. Our bri¬
gade was stationed on the south siilo
of the Chickahominy with orders to
await orders, and while waiting Gen¬
eral Tige Anderson and some of his
staff climbed up to tho little balcony
and saw tho desperate fight that
was raging ou tho other side of the
river. We saw our regiments, with
banners waving, advance and fire and
advance and fire again, and climb
the sloping hill while their ranks were
thinned from shot and shell, and hun¬
dreds of men fell dead or wounded and
were tramped over by other regiments
as on they charged to take the battery
on top of tho hill. Once a regiment
wavered and was falling back, for the
oolor bearer was shot down and tha
colonel unhorsed, but another soldier
seized the colors and ran in front wav¬
ing them, and the bravo hoys rallied
and never stopped again until tho col¬
ors wore planted on the crest of the
hill and the battery was captured. We
saw it all as plain ns a picture, for it
was less than half a mile to the battle
ground. It was a bird’s-eye view, and
such as was rarely witnessed even with
a field glass in the hands of a great
commander.
Well, that as a scene of blood, and
pain, and courage, was a thousand times
worse than any two men can make.
What is the difference in the abstract?
AVliat is the moral difference in looking
on?— Bill Altr, in Atlanta Constitu¬
tion.
They Do Not Mind the Pennies,
Experience has made the men of the
fruit stands overcautious in handling
coin above the size of a ten-cent piece,
The larger pieces they will test upon
the pavement or sink their teeth into
j n a tentative fashion. It is to be
noted, however, that whenever a cus-
tomer makes a penny purchase they
pocket the change without scanning it
—almost hastily, indeed. There is a
de0 p reason in this procedure,
j.’or one thing, nobody counterfeits
^ ccul piece; it is too cheap. For
lhiing> the fruit dealer knows
that no c0[n oC smaller denomination
Js )llt0 lljs hands . KoI . a third
tw aU( , this ia Lhe mOBt important,
a cha uce that tho cus-
, omer js deceived him8C)f and Is hand-
in f over a nickel, . , , a d ,, me or one of ... the
m,inor gold pie f s ’ l ' nder the impre ^ i ? ;i
that he is paying but a penny. If lie
looks satisfied and A,", 6 0 T?
lie is not likely to b G Cfdled , back
got the change. Occasionally , some such
Involuntary windfall comes in tho way
of the fruit man.
A Brick Roadway's Vagaries.
A street in Terre Haute was paved
with brick five years ago, the joints
being grouted up. Tho work was done
partly during the winter, being finished
in early spring. The foundation con¬
sisted of broken stone 7 inches thick,
above which was a layer of sand 2
inches thick. At the end of July, with
the thermometer standing at about 100
degrees, a section of the pavement rose
like an arch from its foundation, and,
though water was turned on it, and
openings made to let out any possible
accumulation of gas beneath, it main¬
tained its position unaffected, Mon
were put to work to repair the pave¬
ment, but hardly had they removed
the swollen section when, with a loud
report, another section of the pavement
rose In a similar manner to a height of
7 to 8 Inches.
Money In Soda Water.
Fifty millions of dollars are annually
invested in this country in soda-making
apparatus, and the soda water trust is
capitalized at *13,000,000. Tha late John
Manners of New York originated in
1832 the Idea of manufacturing gas with
which to charge water. The names of
those two benefactors of mankind—
the man who first stirred together a
^title common baking soda and tartaric
dcld in water, and the other, probably
a woman, who was struck with the idea
of dropping some Ice cream into her
glass of soda water—have not been pro-
erved.
I. P. GREEN,’MANAGER.
MISSISSIPPI WILL CONTINUE TO
RISE FOR SOME DAYS.
DANGER FROM BREAKING LEVEES.
Chief of Weather Bureau at Washington
Advises People to Move From tho
Flood e<I I) i striets.
The following special river bulletin
has 1 io<'ii issued by the weather bureau
at Washington:
“The crest of the flood wave is still
at Cairo, which shows a stationary
gauge four days. reading 5.1.0 feet for the past
“There is great danger yet to come
from the flood iu the region from
Helena southward to New Orleans.
“The river will continue to rise for
at least ten days in the region from
Helena southward to Vicksburg, and
t° rise during a longer period from
Vicksburg southward.
“If no break occurs before, levees
will be subjected to the greatest strain
about April 10th, in southwest Arkan¬
sas, western Should Mississippi ami Louisi¬
ana. the levees break, the
result will ho one of the most disas¬
trous Hoods ever known.
“Weather conditions note additional
fall in (be middle and lower Mississip¬
pi valleys, which will materially in¬
tensify tho flood conditions.
“Those living in districts overflow¬
ed in former years, should ho on tho
safe side, and transfer stock and mov¬
able property to places of known safe¬
ly while there is yet time.
Willis L. Moobe,
Chief of Bureau.”
Three Floods Combined.
A special of Sunday from St. Louis
says: The forecast of the government
signal service that the Missouri and
the upper Mississippi rivers would rise
to danger point, has been well verified,
and new high water marks are being
made.
That stretch of lowland country on
both sides of the Mississippi river from
the mouth of Deft Moines to the hills
below Hannibal, Mo., and Quincy,
Ill., is under water.
At Quincy the record Sunday night
was 15.3 feet with a rising river. This
is two feet above the danger line.
Great suffering hits been occasioned
among the farmers and the boatmen
about Palmyra and West Quincy on
tho Missouri side. This sea of over¬
flow has north ruined f.vevy farm from Pal¬
Should myra forly miles to LaGrange.
the rise reach another foot
every railroad in tho valley will have
to be abandoned. Horton’s grid Ward's
islands, below Quincy, are inundated,
tho settlers barely escaping with their
lives. The Indian grave levee north
of Quincy, that protects 20,000 acres
of farm land, is still intact, but a little
more water will sweep it away.
At Louisiana, Mo., the water is
spreading over the lowlands. At Bur¬
lington, Iowa, the river is five miles
wide and has destroyed several mills
on the flats. At Alton, 111,, the rise
has been very rapid.
The Mississippi flood was met by
the overflow from the Missouri and
Illinois rivers and tho current of the
latter was about at a stand, being hold
in check by hack waters from the big
rivers. Rescue boats are busy bring¬
ing families and stock to Quincy from
the lowlands.
A message received at 2:‘10 Monday
morning sliys that a large break has
occurred in the levee at Wayside, Miss.,
nine miles south of Greenville.
RESCUED SIXTEEN SURVIVORS.
Tmin|> Sirhlnh Sl< inner Stive# Part of St,
Nnffitii'fi'fi Crow,
The report Unit tho steamer Yanariva,
a British tramp vessel from Newport
News for Glasgow, had picked upsome
of the Survivors of the foundered
French steamer Ht. Nasaire, turns out
to have been correct. The Yanariva
arrived at Greenock Sunday and at
onco reported that she had rescued
sixteen of those who had been on the
ill-fated steamer and who had taken
a small boat just before theHt. Nasaire
went down off Cape Hatteras during a
heavy gale.
Ah soon as tho rescued people were
able to give the details of the disaster
that had befallen the St.Nassaire, they
told a story that agreed in all its ma¬
terial details with the report of the
foundering of tho steamer.
BIG SUNDAY BLAZE.
Portsmouth, Va., SuflDi-H Heavily From
Conflagration.
Portsmouth, Va., was visited early
Holiday morning by a disastrous fire,
which destroyed property valued at
between $150,000 and $200,000, con-
sisting of a Catholic church, two pub¬
lic halls and twenty-seven dwellings.
Most of the hitter were framo struct-
ures.
As a result of tho conflagration, 200
persons were made homeless.
There were no fatalities, so far as
known. The Catholic church was
valued at about $500,000. The insur¬
ance upon all the property burned
will probably not aggregate $50,000.
CUBAN STRONGHOLD CAPTURED.
It is reported at Madrid that the
Hjianish squadron has captured the
rebel stronghold at liacolor, on the
Islands of Luzon, Philippine islands.
After adjournment of the cabinet
council held Friday Premier Clanovas
informed a number of newspaper rep¬
resentatives who called upon him that
the Spanish campaign against the in¬
surgents in Culm was nearing a suc¬
cessful close.
CONFERRED WITH GAGE.
Monetary Conference Committee Have a
Talk With the Secretary.
The executive committee appointed
by the monetary conference which met
recently at Indianapolis, to consider
measures for bringing about a change
in the financial stringency, had a long
talk with Secretary Gage at Washing¬
ton Saturday about the formation of a
national monetary commission.
The committee consisted of a dozen
members, headed by H. H. Hanna, of
Indianapolis. fav They found Mr. (rage
rable to the idea, and it is not un¬
likely that he will take some action
looking to carrying out the wishes of
the conference. There is some ques¬
tion, however, ns to the expediency of
taking up the matter now, and any¬
thing Secretary Gage may decide to
do will probably he deferred.
It will he necessary for congress to
act. on the subject before a commission
can be appointed, and most of the
members of the committee will remain
in Washington for a week or so to
sound senators and representatives on
their proposition.
ENGINE RUNS WILD.
Son of Enjjinoor Killed—DaftHoB Into
Another Train On It* Wuy.
While Willie Loper, son of the en¬
gineer, was under the engine on the
Walterboro and Western railroad,near
Walter boro, H. C., Saturday, a valve
gave way and the engine started.
Engineer Loper sprang upon it and
reversed it, but his aim had already
been crushed to death, and the cngiuo
ran hack over the body.
It then became unmanageable, tho
engineer jumped off, receiving severe
injuries.
The runaway crashed into n combi¬
nation train of freight and passenger
cars, the telescoping one, hut not injuring
road passengers. It kept on down tho
at a frightful rate of speed. Ruf¬
fins, a station live miles off, was tele¬
graphed to,and when the train reached
there, steam being exhausted, the en¬
gine was stopped.
During all ihis time the negro fire¬
man had been clinging to the brake
crossbeam under the tender. He was
nearly frightened to death, but had
not received a scratch.
SHELLING CHRISTIANS AGAIN.
Gt’vnt Indignation FxprosHed nf, Favors
Shown Moslems. *
Advices from London .state that the
powers began shelling the CLmtiauu
ttgain Saturday Afternoon. This b the
latest news of tho Crown situation as
given to Christian England in the la¬
conic language of the Canca corres¬
pondent of the London Times.
Christian England, it should - be
added, is now so accustomed to the
news of the shedding of Christian
blood by one agency or another, that
it ate is supper with usual appetite.
This correspondent says: “Great
indignation was expressed by Chris¬
tians at the marked favor manifested
by European admirals towards the.
Moslems, who are allowed to send
reinforcements, not merely of regulars,
but of irregulars, including Moham¬
medans recently rescued by Colonel
Vassos at Candianos, despite th ex-
press written promise of tho British
consul that effective measures would
ho taken to hinder them from lighting
against the Cretans in the island
Christians bitterly eomphvi’n’ed, and
with truth, that a Turkish warship in
Suda Bay was allowed to bombard
Kalives, although it is under Europeau
protection. This bombardment occur-
od twice in my presence, as did also
tho shelling of the village of Konto-
poulo, when I was staying there.
Moreover, every two-oared boat cross¬
ing Suda Buy has been fired at by the
Turkish battleship before tho eyes of
tho admirals.
NO QUORUM DEVELOPED.
Anti-Hunter Men Refused to Answer tho
I toll Call.
The roll call in the Kentucky legis¬
lature Saturday morning showed only
fifty-six members present, the anti-
Hunter republicans and free silver and
gold democrats refusing to answer to
their names.
The president ruled that there was no
quorum present, but said he would
liberally construe that statute of re¬
quiring duily ballot for senator and,
ordered a roll call.
Those opposed to Hunter again re¬
fused to answer to their names. Hun¬
ter received fifty-six votes and tho
chair ruled that there was no election,
a majority of both houses not being
present and voting. The joint session
then adjourned.
WATERS IN GEORGIA SUBSIDING.
Damage In Stunt,«r County More Thau
8‘4t>,OOO—Other ComttioR Hard Hit.
The waters inundating south Geor¬
gia aro now receding and an estimate
can he made of tho enormous damage
done. While this can he only approxi¬
mated, the loss will easily exceed $20,-
000 in Sumter county alone, while ad¬
joining counties were equally hard hit.
Farmers of the flooded section lose
enormously. Many had planted corn
and the entire crop will have to ho
planted again, as all plowed ground
was washed badly. Tho loss in guano
will also be great. Few farmers had
planted cotton, though all who had
done so will be compelled to replant.
Arrested for Embezzlement.
Ex-County Trustee James P. Illako
has been arrested at Butler, Ind.,
charged with embezzlement, This
makes the eighth county officer arrested
on similar charges, and those have
been sent to the penitentiary. The
grand jury is after others.
Tobacco Warehouse Burned.
The Sumter, S. C., tobacco ware¬
house with about 75,000 pounds of
I tobacco, graded and packed; was de-
stroyed by lire Sunday morning.