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VOL. I.
MARY DEAR IN NINETY-EICHT.
“O, Mary dear. O, Mary sweet!
Down at your little fairy feet—
Nay, lassie, do not scornful start—
I lay my fortunes and my heart.
‘•If you will be my own, own wife,
A dream of ease will be your life,
And ail that love and gold you.” can do,
O, Mary dear, I’ll do for
“I scorn your heart. I scorn your bold, gold,
I have a sweetheart brave and
One of a battleship’s tried brave and crew,
My sailor sweetheart true,
“He has no gold but strong and leal,
He fearless guards his" country’s weal,
Aud ns he loves his country so,
lie’ll love his own, own wife,I know.”
—M. Phelps Dawson, in New York Sun.
MOTIVES.
A Tragedy of Santiago.
After the first day’s fighting at San¬
tiago twomen.lyingside by side, tried
vainly to sleep. The nightmare of the
struggle left its impress on them. A
twitching of the lips or a nervous
starting of a limb showed the after-ef¬
fects of tlie strain. They were volun¬
teers, who had picked each other out
for the staunch, all-trusting friendship
that comes to men who are exposed to
danger aud hardship. small
The heat of war sends all the
conventions of life up into thin sinqjte.
Where death and blood surround on
every side and the hum of bullets and
the shriek of shells whisper a w-aruing
that the next to go may be one’s self,
the man is reduced to elementary prin¬
ciples. David cleaves to Jonathan
with his whole soul and asks no rea¬
son why.
So it was with these two. Their
hearts spoke directly to each other.
The black Cuban night formed a
fitting sm-ronut in ; for confidence. A
man liked to reach out a hand and
find that a friend was ribar. It w as
so dark; so empty of God and hope;
such a fitting prelude to the frowning
morrow.
At lust the younger broke the
silence: “By gosh, Billy, you showed
up well today,” said he. “You went
up that hill like a man who wasn’t
afraid to live or die. I tell you I was
proud of you.”
11 Shucks!” answered the other;
“you did the same. ”
“Yes—I know,but my reason wasn’t
quite the same, I’m afraid. To tell
you the plain truth, old man, I only
came upon this business to got my
name up. I wouldn’t give you three
cents a hundred for Cubans, let alone
my li£e. 1 wanted,” lie went on in a
shamefaced way, “to have the girls
jioint me out when I get home—you
know: ‘Ain’t he a hero?’ and that
kind of thing. ’Tain’t very nobie, is
it? I don’t suppose you’ll think much
of me after that; but,somehow - , I felt
I had to tell it.”
The elder man smiled into the dark¬
ness—an exceeding bitter and mirth¬
less smile.
11 What do you suppose I came down
here for?” be asked.
“I don’t snpppoae anything about
it—I know,” answered the other
stoutly. “Haven’t 1 been with you
every day since you fished me out of
the turf? And you’ve never kicked or
grumbled, no matter what, came' up.
You’re here because you believe in it,
and you needn’t say Anything different
just to comfort me.”
“Listen,” said the other, laying a
baud on his arm and bringing liis
mouth close to the lad’s ear. “I’m
going to tell you something, Kid—
something I certainly never expected
to tell anybody. But I may get it
tomorrow, and I feel that J must
speak. Don’t say a wont until I’ve
finished, and then see if you want to
take my band.
“My boy, I came down here to kill
a man in our regiment. ”
He felt the start the other gave, but
went on without a change of voice,
“I’d been watching iny chance for a
month, when 1 heard that lie enlisted,
and I joined. ^Jow, the first time he
gets near me aud nobody’s looking,
I’m going to shoot him through the
heart—right—through —liis— dirty —
black—liearj. ”
“Good God!” said the other.
“It’s the truth,’’continued the elder
in the same quiet, voice.
“I picked the scoundrel out of the
gutter and tried to make a man out of
him—took.him right into my home,
and that was-the worst day’s job I ever
did, for it didn’t stay my home long.
My wife—my wife—well, I had no
wife after that. I don't kuow what to
think. She seemed a good girl—as
“Don’t Glvo Up tine Sblp.”
BUCHANAN, GA„ FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 25. 1898.
true a wife as a mail ever had before
—for years—bnt—well, Kid, the rea¬
son I charged up the hill today was to
show myself that I wouldn’t be afraid
to meet him face to face. I'd have
killed him openly before, but that
would have brought the whole story
out, and the bums on the corner nt
home could laugh and joke about—
about my wife.”
The silence fell black around them.
At last the younger spoke.
“I’m only a kid, Bill, and I don’t
quite understand these .things. I
don’t know anything abdut them, but
I do know that you're a square man.
It seems awful to me. But there’s
my hand just the same.”
The other groped for it and
squeezed it heartily. A tingling came
to his eyes. The boy’s sympathy was
very sweet to his sore heart.
“I have always been a square man,
and this job goes ngainSt me,” he
went on. • “I wish theie was some
other way out of it. > »
“Oh, Lord, so do I!” groaned the
boy. “Ain’t there anything, Bill?”
“Nothing, I suppose if we both
get back it will be the same old misery
all over again. I suppose if I could
talk about it to—to-my—wife—per¬
haps it might make some difference—
but I can’t speak. The words stick in
my throat. ”
“Perhaps he’ll get killed?”
“Not on your life. His sort never
do. No—no—there’s nothing for it
but for me to take the law in my own
bands. Good night, Kid, I’m going
to sleep.” the*
The nest day Bill was struck on
head by a piece of shell in the early
part of the engagement.
A man, who had hitherto kept care¬
fully out of -sight, ran forward, and,
picked him up, started for the rear,
carrying his insensible body.
The Kid, who was leaning against
the tree bandaging his shattered left
arm, looked up as they passed him.
“Why, it’s Bill,” he cried. “Say,
pardner, where’s he hit? Is it bad?”
“In the head—don’t know,”
answered the stranger.
“Poor old Bill!” said the boy, with
quivering lips. “Ob, ain’t this war a
horrible business? I don’t want any
more of tbeii*--fighting!”
He had stood the pain of his own
wound without a Avhimper, but the
sight of his friend’s bloody face was
too much for overwrought nerves. He
broke down and sobbed like a child.
“Brace up, Kid; perhaps it ain’t as
bad as it looks,” said the stranger.
•“Oh, that’s all right for yon to say,”
answered the boy. “What is it to
you? But he was my pardner, and I
care something about it.”
The arms of the stranger gripped
his burden convulsively. He turned
a savage face upon the boy.
“Shut up, you fool!” he said; then
added in a different voice: “Give me
a lift with your good arm, will you; I
l'eel kinder sick. ”
The KicPtook hi.\ friend’s feet under
his arm, while the stranger supported
the shoulders.
So they staggered on until they
came to the field hospital.
There they laid the wounded man
down with all possible tenderness.
The Kid went to hasten a surgeon,
As Bill touched the earth his eyes
opened, vacantly at first, but with
gradually increasing intelligence, fury
gathering in them the while, until
they bent upon the stranger with nb-
solute ferocity,
The other gazed stea'dily at him.
“You here,you black-hearted dog!”
at last said Bill, between his teeth.
“If I could raise a handl’d kill you!”
“Will you listen to me a minute?”
answered the other. “I only ask you
for a little time, aud every word shall
be God’s truth. ”
A weakness swept across tlie
woun.ded man. Life lost its intensity.
He nodded wearily.
“Well, Bill,” said the stronger, in
a halting, abrupt fashion, “I was a
bad lot—there ain’t any doubt of it,
and that my feelings toward Sally
were wrong I ain’t going to deny, but
don’t be too hard on the girl, It was
all my fault. I led her along so quiet
and easy that she didn’t suspect me.
That she didn’t understand right away
is true, too; bnt,Bill, we’re all human,
and you know I hadrfhe trick of pi eas-
ing women. As God is my witness,
Bill, It didn’t go as far as you think.
Then, and when she understood fully,
she wouldn’t let mie so rtiueh as touch
her hand. . Still she felt, poor little
soul, that she was to blame iu the
matter, aud she worked and talked
to me, to show what an awful thing
we’d done. She brought up how good
you’d been to both of us, until I saw
—I saw.
“Then I enlisted right away—that’s
the reason I came down here —to see
if I couldn’t get out of it all in a
decent sort of a way, for I am sick of
myself—dead sick. And, Bill, I’ll
never go back—I feel it iu my bones
—but even if I should I couldn’t
trouble you any more, for the girl gave
it up of her own fre§ will, which ain’t
a little thing on this earth, where
none of us are angels. I might change
again—I know it—I never was either
good or bad long at a time—but Sally
is a different kind. You’ll never have
cause to doubt her again,that’s sure.”
The wounded man looked at him
with sad eyes.
“You always were a liar,” he said,
simply.
“That’s so, that’s so,” asserted the
other, eagerly. “But not this time,
Bill. I wish I could tell with my
dying breath; then you couldn’t help
but believe me.”
The words bad hardly left bis
mouth when there was a ripping sound
in the bush, instantly followed by a
sharp “thwuek!” A piece of cloth
leaped from the stranger’s breast. A
fountain of blood spurted after it.
His eyes were filled with wonder.
He stood erect—so—for a fraction of
time, then the muscles gave way aud
be came crashing to the earth. A
second later he raised himself upon
his elbow, struggling with the hurry
and confusion of his mind. He fixed
his dimming eyes upon his enemy,
gasping: help
“I’m goue, Bill—all true—so
me—God! —Forgive” A
And he was dead.
Bill covered his eyes with his hands.
The vengeance which we gloat over
looks horrible when worked by other
hands. The bitterness left his soul
and a great pity took its place.
“Oh, Lord !” he prayed, “send me
back to my little girl! “—Criterion.
A Sand Storm*
In ^crossing that part of Arabia
known as Yemen, an English traveler
a few years ago encountered a storm
of sand. He describes the unpleasant
incident in a vivid manner.
Tim stinging sensation as tlie sand
struck one’s hands and face was most
painful. Calling a halt, we crawled
under some thick bushes, the men
hurriedly arranging a strip of canvas
so as to gain the most protection from
its scanty folds. We were just in
time, for the wind increased in strength
and became a gale. The sand, which
till uow had been bnt thin,commenced
whirling in clouds until the air was
dark with it. Huddling together, we
tied our turbans over our mouths and
waited for a cessation.
The desert wind was intensely hot
and the burning, gritty grains of sand
found their way under one’s clothing
and into one’s eavs and eyes until life
became almost unendurable, I had
seen a sandstorm or two before, but
none like this. The poor, grumbling
camels lay down aud wagged their
necks slowly from side to side. So
Strong was the sand laden wind that
it was impossible for the men. to go
even as far as the river to get .water,
and ftur throats were parched with
thirst.
Happily this was the only sand
storm we experienced on the whole
journey, and I hope I may never see
another.
Swallowed a Hole.
The other day Jimmy, four years
old, found one of those bone-rimmed
circles which, I believe, ladies call eye¬
lets, and, while playing in the garden,
swallowed it. The family were in the
house busily engaged with a work oil
entomology, when Jimmy ran in,
with month wide open, and eyes dis¬
tended to their utmost capacity. His
mother caught him by the arm, and
trembling with that deep anxiety which
only a mother can feel, inquired:
“What is the matter? What has
happened ?”
“Water!” gasped little Jimmy,
nearly scared to death.
It was brought him, when, after
drinking copiously, he exclaimed—
“Oh, mother, 1 swallowed a hole !”
“Swallowed a hole, Jimmy ?’•’
Yes, mother, swallowed a hole, with
a piece of ivory around it!”
Agriculture in Bermuda.
Writing • i• ot the fertility f ol .. Bermuda, „ .
Consul Greene says that the ground
often produces four crops of vegeta-
bles in a year. An acre plauted in
tomatoqs yielded a revenue of $1500
aud one planted in lilies yielded $1800.
The lilies of the island, however, are
suffering from parasites. The fruits
formerly were peaches, pears, oranges,
lemons and bananas. Of these only
the banana remains, the others having
perished from disease.
HANGED, BUT MAY GO FREE.
Sentenced, but ltope Hroko, and Sen¬
tence Was Commuted.
After being tried for the assassina¬
tion of Will Buckley in Madison
county, Mississippi, for which crime
he was convicted and an attempt at a
legal execution made, failing because
the rope broke, and after having his
sentence commuted by Governor Me-
Laurin to life imprisonment in the
penitentiary, Will Purvis, the notori-
ous Whitecapper, stands a good chance
to be pardoned.
The governor received a remarkable
letter, signed by the three brothers
and a brother-in-law of Will Buckley,
the murdered man, stating that they
believed a mistake had been made,
anu that an iunoeent man was suffer-
ing the penalty of another’s crime.
These relatives have ever since the
assassination, been bitter against Pur-
vis and have resisted every attempt
to have him pardoned. The letter iu
question is signed by A. L. Buckley,
J. Q. Buckley, F. M. Buckley aud H.
C. Turnage. It recites the fact that
the continued confinement of Will
Purvis in the penitentiary will have a
tendency to shield the real murderer
of their brother.
One brother, Jim Buckley, was with
Will when the latter was ‘killed, and
testified ou the trial that he saw Will
Purvis unbreeching his gnu light
after the fatal shot was fired. This,
with some corroboratory evidence,was
the meat of the prosecution's case and
the evidence upon which Purvis was
sentenced to hang. During the last
session of the legislature a petition
was circulated aud largely signed ask-
iug that Purvis be pard&ned. Iu acl-
ditiou the alonjj people dqpbted of 5jario£ liis guilt. county
have all
1’he story subsequent of Purvis’alleged crime
and the m-oceedings have
already ley been alleged published. have belonged Wjjl Buck- t-j *a
was to
of '..... Wliitecappejrs *■ * Lx • ' Marion
a Snug ft lie*wasthreatened
county, was said
with death in case he revealed any-
thing to the grand jury. He was as-
sassinated while returning from court,
Purvis was arrested and convicted on
tlie evidence recited, above. He was
sentenced to be hanged, the but grihind thp rope mi-
broke, and lie fell to
conscious. He was returned to the
jail, and his lawyers made the point
before the supreme court that he was
.
executed. The court held, however,
that he had to be dead before the sen-
tenee of the law had been carried out.
He afterward escaped, and was at
large when Governor McLaurin was
inaugurated. He offered to return to
custody if the governor would com¬
mute his sentence to life imprison¬
ment. He refused to negotiate with
him until he had surrendered.. Pur-
vis then surrendered and was brought
by the governor’s order, to the peni¬
tentiary for safe keeping. There bis
senteuee was commuted to life im-
prisonment, and over since be has been
serving tlie sentence.
A Similar Case.
Tlie Indian may be unsophisticated
by the side of the white man, but
Bishop Whipple, writing iu the Temple
Magazine, shows that he has a dry
sense of humor.
His Indian flock was visited by a
speculative Yankee who hungered
after their good lands, and tried to
persuade them to exchange their re-
serVation for a worthless tract of conn-
try elsewhere. A council of the tribe
was called together, and the Yankee
addressed the assembly.
“MV friends, I have lived fifty-five
years‘in this fifty-five world,” he winters said, “and have
the winds of
blown over my head and silvered it
over with gray. As a true man I ad-
vise you to accept this yew treaty at
once.
He sat down, and at lliat moment
an old chief sprang to his feet.
“Look at me!” he said. “The wind
of fifty-five winters have blown over
my bead, and have silvered it gray,
nut they have not bloiyi away my
brains. ”
“That conference was ended,” said
the bishop, laconically.
Po ntoci Sujntestiou.
Study of local peculiarities is one of
the first conditions of trade success,
it is said that German pins and need-
fetf in China have completely displaced
those of better quality made in Eng-
land, because the English persist hi
putting tlieirs’up in black paper, which
to the Chinese stands for ill luck,
while the Germans, understanding
this, put theirs up in red paper,
which lias a more cheerful omen.—
Journal.
NO. 52.
LIVINC AMONC DEAD BODIES.
A West Virginian Back woodsman Disco v—
ei’ii Mysterious Kmbulining Fluid.
Samuel D. Ypuug of Cumberlaud,
Md., 1ms just returned from a trip to
the wilds of West Virginia, and tells
of a sight he witnessed on bis trip
that is seldom heard of in snch an out-
of-the-wav place. About two miles
and a half from the little towu of
Thilippi, along the Baltimore A Ohio
railroad, is an old man by the secluded name
of Hamrick, who lives iu a
spot, and who has achieved the art of
embalming to a wonderful degree,
This man, who is uow over 70 years
of age, lias defied the laws of nature
so &»’ the mortification of the hn-
man body is concerned. Skilled in
the art of preventing decomposition,
surrounded by ghastly specimens
of his work, he lives n contented life,
glorying in bis discovery, and satis¬
fied to carry the secret to the grave
w ith liim.
By his mysterious embalming fluid
he has preserved not. only human
bodies, but those of beasts, birds and
fish. In his bouse he has these grne-
some objects, aud even out ou the
lawn lias them in the open air, which
seems to have no affect upon them.
Mr. Y'onug says the most interest-
ing part of Hamrick’s bouse is what
he calls his den—a room on the seo-
ond floor, where ghastly, grinning
faces, that once had the light of life
in them, stare one in the lace as he
enters the room or den. Two bodies,
in two plain boxes, are those of two
woipeu, lifelike in appearance, with
their eyes wide open, There was
nothing ghastly about tjmm, au d the y
.
looked as if tSev Tlad just a w li kened
holm he had a shim bought her. the The TiodfeS old man these ^snjd
two women'from an insane asylum in
^ y est Virginia 14 years ago. The
bodies lie iu boxes and are covered
vvit^i a cloth to keep bard off aijd tlie cold dust. The
bodies were as as mar-
bl§, but the vpius are visible.
_
'flie head of a colored mail is there,
It was Secure cStfple d fr om o? a hospital in ('in-
ciunati a yeiijvl o! The
flesh on this also head tivo was f)liable. Tim
old man has babies; "one
ten (Tars** old when embalmed, and
both had the natural appearance, and
looked as though they were asleep,
He also has fowl, fish, eats, dogs,rats.
squirrels.pigs, snakes and many other
nninials, which have been embalmed
for years,
In front of the bouse, on the lawn,
are mmmfied snakes which are coiled
up in the grass in a striking attitude,
and would spare almost any one going
near them. Some of the reptiles have
been out in the weather for years and
show no signs of decay. The old man
claims liis fluid is harmless and is
made principally of herbs and roots.
General Chaffee at El Caney.
There was a story in the Sun the
other day about General (Jhattee aut i
how he dealt with a frightened re¬
cruit in tlie action at El Caney. What
seems to be the same tale lias just
come from another source—from Cnp-
tain Haskell of the Twelfth infantry—
and hliall have another telling, for no
one ought to miss it. As General
Chaffee’s line went up a hill into action
at El Caney this recruit dropped out
of the ranks. The general noticed
him and weut to see what ailed him.
He found a young and very badly
frightened soldier. Captain Haskell
says lie said to him, “are you hurt?
I saw how well you kept up under lh-e
ns we came on. Come with me to the
01 ' eat an<1 look through my glass at the
enemy’s works. We shall soon take
them in the flank. We will try to lead
*ke assault if you like. So, by the
gentlest means, he put that recruit on
his legs again, shared with him his own
abundant courage, mid brought him
back, renewed and grateful, into the
fight where he belonged. That was
like saving a sou!. The story shows
the general’s quality—or one strain
of it, at least—and makes it easy to
believe Captain Haskell’s report that,
the Fifth corps look upon him as the
Skobeleff of our army—a soldier who,
like Skobeleff, combines magnetic in¬
fluence with swift observation, great
endurance, and whatever degree of
heroism the occasion demands. — Har-
pet 's Weekly.
Dead Invited to (lie Hanqiiet.
On the accession of a new emperof-,
of China, lie goes in solemn state to
tlie Temple of Heaven in Pekin, and
formally announces (o his imperial
predecessors the new titles and digni¬
ties which he has assumed, These
ancestors are then dutifully invited to
the banquet of commemoration,where
seats are duly reserved for them.