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THE LINCOLNTON NEWS 9 , J. D. COLLEY & CO., YOL. I. WASHINGTON ADVERTISEMENTS, J. W. Sanders, WASHINGTON, GA.. B Manufacturer of all kinds of Tin & Sheet Iroi Ware, DEALER IN C80EHG m BEAM STOVES. Crockery, GLASSWARE. AND Housefurnishing Goods. OILS, PAINTS, Brushes,Varmshes,Etc. Special Attention Is oalled to the ran in rnnrnc Sewing Machines, Which I Always Keep In Stock 0. M. MAY, WASHINGTON, GA., CROCE AfTO DEALER IN eJ3 PX3 ex=3 The liberal patronage which X have ob¬ tained from the people of Wilkes and adjoin¬ ing counties, I intend to hold by continuing to sail my goods at the very lowest prices, and by fair dealing iu all thing3. Also C. M. MAY & CO. Will carry on a General Mercantile business at Double Branches, Lincoln Co., Ga. MERGIER’S STORE A First-Class Store In Every Respect. A full stock of General Marcnandise always 1 i on hand. «T. IV. Mercier. T. H„ REM SEN’S STOKE! FINE WINES anfl WHISKIES. GENUINE MONOGRAM. THE AUGUSTA, ELBERTON AND CHICAGO RAILROAD. Henry Cordes, JEWELER, WASHINGTON, - GA. A FINE STOCK OF WATCHES, CLOCKS, Jewelry and Spectacles Always on hand. Prises as low as Augusta or Atlanta. mm cm m fin bollabs Warranted for Twe Year*. Watciiwork Done in the Beet of Style. AUGUSTA ADVERTISEMENTS. F.OBT. H. KAY. A. B. GOODYEAR ROB’T H. MAY & CO.’S GRAND EXHIBITION OF ’I 'f * And PLANTATION WAGONS. ALL SIZES. The largest and most complete assortment of One and Two-Horse Vehicles ever shown in this section. All first-class work, and will be offered for the next sixty days at prices way below their value and lower than can be duplicated. Do not lose this opportunity. On exami¬ nation this work will prove to yon that it cannot be purchased elsewhere at the prices we offer. Also, a large stock of Saddles, Bridles Harness, Umbrellas, Lap Robes, Blankets, Calf Skins, Sols and Harness Trunks, leather, Bags, Rub¬ ber and Leather Belting, Hubs, Harness, Spokes, Wagon Reins, Harness, Axles, Trace Lowasr Chains, etc., at Cash Pbiges. THE ROAD CART (PATENTED.) Tbs safest, lightest and most easy riding all two-wheeled vehicle ever produced. Of the road carts made, use and experience has demonstrated these to be the best. The Adjustable Balance is a most valuable fea tare of our Road Carts. Buy no other. Price $50. N. B.—We warrant all the vehicles we sell. Remember our prices are the lowest. ROB’T H. MAY & CO., BROAD STREET, Opposite Georgia R. R. Bank atjgtjsta. GA. ORDER YOUR Saw Hills, Cane Mills Christ Mills, And Plantation and Hill Machinery Engines Shafting, and Pulleys, Boilers, Cotton Jonrnal Screws, Boxes, Mill Gearing, Hangers, Gudgeons, Turbine Water Wheels, Gin Gearing, Judson’s Governors, Diss ton’a Circular Sswr, Gummers and Files, Belting and Babbit Metal and Brass Fittings, Globe and Check Valves and Whistles, Gnages, Iron and Brass Castings, Gin Ribs, Iron Fronts, Balconies and Fence Rail¬ ing. Gop. R. Lombard & Co., FOREST CITY Foundry and Maichine Works, HEAR THE WATER TOWER, 1014 to 1026 Fenwick Street, AUGUSTA, GA. pgTRepairing promptly done at Lowea pncoB. CENTRAL HOTEL, AUGUSTA, CA. MRS. W. M. THOMAS, Pbopxohbem Thi« hotel, so well known to the citizens of Lincoln and adjoining counties, is located la the canter of the bosineat portion of Augusta. Convenient to Poetomce, Tele¬ graph offoo the and publio Depot, such and only other first-class induce¬ ments to as hotels can afford. LINCOLNTON, GA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 23, 1883. Gold and Shade. Far in the glowing arches of the west, The flaming stars of evening bnrn; And banka of cloud, in sunset glory dressed, Against the hills their dazzling bosoms, turn. Through spreading vales the golden Bplendor streams, By towering pine, and cedars tall and fair; The lake a flashing sea of glory seems, And sweet with bird-songs in the amber air. • The beanty fades; and one by one the stars Lone chorists in the chapel halls of night, Gather at quiet heaven’s chancel bars, Singing their unheard hymns with faces bright. And all is still except the brooks and breeze, That fill with song -and whisper low the wood, Where quietly the moon looks through the trees And dreaming beauty sleeps in solitnde. Ernest W. Shurtleff. MISS BENCE’S BRITISH LOVER. It was on a lovely morning in May, that a very dapper young gentleman stood leaning against a tree in the woods that then, as now, top the rock hilled Palisades overlooking the lordly Hudson. He was attired in all the bravery of silk, and powder and ruffles, and at his feet lay half a dozen vol¬ umes on which an army of ants were marching with a directness of pur¬ pose that caused great events in ant land later on. Prom the pose of this belaced young gentleman and the care which he took to adjust the ruffles over his wristband as it dangled, the elbow leaning against the tree. It was pretty evident that he was waiting for one of that [sex which has ruled the world since Eve ate that indigestible apple. He was a handsome youth, to whom powder became handy, and, like most handsome youths, he was perfectly aware of being a handsome youth. “She comes!” he said, bravely. “Pish ! I wish that my heart would not rap so against my ribs, and I know that I am becoming pale.” The rustling of bushes and brambles announced an approach and in a couple of seconds a bright, fair-haired, blae eyed,rosy-checked,cherry-lipped maiden stepped up to where the ants were marchiug over the books. “ I am a little late, George,” she said, after half a dozen kisses had passed be¬ tween them, “but I couldn’t help it; for a lot of gentlemen came to see papa, and I had to see after refresh¬ ment for man and horse.” “Company at the Manor, Jac?” “Not exactly company, George; hut you see, papa is very determined against the iron rule of England, and I fear ”—here she dropped her voice— “ that there is going to be rough work, for one of the gentlemen spoke of rais¬ ing a rflgiment, and-” “ What nonsense, Jac ! We are very well off under British rule. There are always people ready to complain—al¬ ways grumbling. Surely these gentry do not dream of independence?” “And why not?” replied the girl, almost haughtily, her short upper lip curling, her thin nostrils expanding. “Stuff and nonsense, Jac!” “I don’t see why we should sub¬ mit-” “You little rebel!” he burst out. “ I must stop such seditious language.” And he did so in that way which is usual to lovers. George L’Estrange was the son of Sir Henry L’Estrange, an English gen¬ tleman of birth, who had come over in the capacity of private secretary to the Governor. Having met a very beautiful young lady, whom he espoused contrary to the wishes of the old baronet in England, who was as proud as lie was careless, 811' Henry settled in America where he made a small fortune in the cultivation of tobacco. A friend, to whom he had loaned a thousand pounds, having died and left him a property on the Hudson in lieu of the cash, Sir Henry migrated to the “Manor,” where he resided in good style with his lady, one son, George, one daughter, Jacqueline, and a num¬ erous retinue of white and colored ser¬ vants, Adjoining the manor was the prop¬ erty of Ephraim B- jee a worthy mer¬ chant of Gotham, between whose only child and George L’Estrange sprang up that mutual feeling of feverish de¬ light commonly known as love. Mr. Bence did not at first oppose George L’Estrange’s intimacy with his daughter, but of late his anti-British feeling became so intense that he po¬ litely informed the young man if lie wished to avoid hearing that which he could not stomach he would cease his visits. Every day the great spirit of Inde¬ pendence was engaged in upheaval and George was compelled to take this hint of the sturdy American. “ We must meet elsewhere, darling,” tie said, and, as the woods which sepa¬ rated the two domains, and every path- way was known to the two lovers, a particular beach-tree was destined to become their trysting-place. Insensibly, but by degrees, Jacque¬ line Bence felt the spirit of patriotism budding in her fresh young heart, and at length came a pang of sorrow that her George could take no part in the great work that was now so steadily progressing. George called her “rebel.” She would retaliate by dubbing him “ tyrant.” A few skirmishes, and it was mu¬ tually resolved never to refer to the subject of independence, but somehow or other it would crop out, when George’s tone was one of insulting superiority, Jacqueline’s that of insult¬ ing determination. On these eva¬ sions they would vow never to to see each other more, and the girl would re¬ turn to her home, her eyes red from weeping, and her heart sorer than her eyes. Mr. Bence one day summoned Jac¬ queline, “My child,” he said, “you are American born and raised. So am I, so is your mother. Xow your blood is too good, your heart too hones) to let you act the part of treachery to your country. You must give up this whipper-snapper Britisher who has just captained himself in order to drive us out of Xew York. I am too feeble to fight, but I can use pen, and tongue, and gold, and by Jove! so long as a faculty is left, I’ll cry ‘Xo sur¬ render!’ “I’ll see, George,” she said. L’Estrange met her by appointment at the old-beach-tree, not in silk and lace, but in the bravery of the English uniform. “Why did you put this on to-day ?’’ she asked.” “Why not?” “To meet me?” “Certainly.” “George L’Estrange”—and her eyes flashed, her nostrils dilated—“this is an insult.” ‘ He laughed. “An insult,” she slowly repeated, as she broke oft a hazel switch, “and a cowardly one—so cowardly that I needs must notice it.” And so exasperated was she that she struck him two swift blows across the face in rapid succes¬ sion. “Jac—the deuce!” he cried, as, blind with pain, he put his hands to his face. When he removed them she was gone. “A rebel’s daughter!” he hissed, be¬ tween his clinched teeth. “So help me heaven! I’ll pay her off for that blow, and with interest!” ****** A few months later a party of red¬ coats, debouching from the woods that crowned the Palisades, marched to the Bence mansion and took possession of it. Old Ephraim Bence was for defend¬ ing the place to the bitter end; but the more prudent counsels of wife, daugh¬ ter and such relatives as were stopping with him prevailed, and he witnessed the seizure of his home and belong¬ ings with a hatred that seemed almost unendurable. “So you are in command,” he cried, as George L’Estrange—now a major iu the British service—swaggered into the apartment. “Oh yes. Why should I not be?” “And you come to swagger here ?” “A capital place to swagger it is, too,” observed the major, as he cooollv threw his legs across the arm of a sofa. “You are a white-livered, cowardly dog.” “You are a very irascible old gen¬ tleman.” “If it was not”.: I!.!.-, cursed gout I’d spit yot like a lark!” roared the in¬ furiated old maud A very ancient figure of speech, my friend. .“Where’s your daughter?” “She is here!” cried a voice almost in his ear as Jacqueline, pale, every nerve quivering, as she stood before him. In spate of his braggadooious, the major yielded. “Oh, you little rebel! you see, I come here in command,” he laughed. “Not to command a few men or a few women.” “We shall see Mistress Jacqueline.” “If you had the courage of a gentle¬ man you would have flung your com¬ mission in the teeth of your general ere stooping to set your foot across this threshold, save as a protector.” “Bah! ltebellion kills sentiment. I’m not the long-eared biped that I used to be. You and I will have a good time together here, and-” “How dare you!” cried the girl, her eyes flashing, “attempt but so much as the familiarity of iny given name, ;uid I will resent it as an insult.” “Pshaw!” growled the major, as he moved toward a window, in order to conceal his mortification, for his lieu¬ tenant, Staleybridge, was standing by. * * * «* * * That night Major L’Estrange held high revel in the old oakea dinner room of the Mansion. A captain of dragoons, Oldham, the lieutenant and an ensign banqueted with him. They drank heavily, as was the fashion of that day, and afrer dinner commenced to toast their respective sweethearts. When it came the major’s turn he hesitated. The lieutenant, who owed him a grudge, and loved him not, exciaimed: “Why not toast the (beauty who is now under our roof?” “A beauty under the roof!” roared the dragoon. “Let’s trot her out!” L’Estrange stood up. “Here’s to Jacqueline, the prettiest rebel in all Amhrica!’’ and drained the goblet to the dregs. “We must see her!” bellowed the dragoon. “Send for her, major!” L’Estrange was three-parts drunk, and a brutal idea flashed through his bemuddled brain—that now would be a good time to keep his vow in regard to paying Jacqueline Bence for that blow. ‘.‘I’ll send for her, by George!” he cried. To the servant who responded to the ring he gravely said: “I want to see Miss Bence for a mo¬ ment on business of importance—im¬ portance, mind!” The young girl at first refused point blank to appear, but on a second and a third pressing message she resolved to comply. How beautiful she looked as she stood glancing from one to the other of those drunken debauchees! “What is your business with me, Major L’Estrange?” she slowly and deliberately asked. “Come here!” he exclaimed. “I am here, sir! What would vou of me?” “Do you recollect a blow you gave me in the woods here on a certain Summer’s day?” he asked. “Perfectly well, sir.” “Then I mean to take twenty kisses for it.” And he sprang to his feet. At that instant the door was burst open, and a body of Swift’s yeomanry, led by Joe Wilson, a near neighbor, to whom Bence had sent for succor, leaped into the room, making prisoners of the drunken revelers. An hour later, and the gallant major, with his comrades-in-arms were on the march as prisoners of war, past the very beech-tree where a few months previously he had received the cut across the face that he so richly deserved, ****** Jacqueline married Joe Wilson, and their descendants still flourish in that picturesque spot known as Englewood. As for the L’Estranges, they were,to use a slang phrase, “clean wiped out.” How it Feels to Fall 1,000 Feet. With regard to the recent sad sui¬ cide of a girl by leaping from one of the towers of Xotre Dame, Paris, Dr. Bronardeli’s expressed view that as¬ phyxiation in the rapid fall may have been the cause of death, has given rise to some correspondence in Nature. M. Bontempts points out that the depth of fall having been about sixty-six meters, the velocity acquired in the time (less than four seconds) cannot have been so great as that sometimes attained on railways, e. g. thirty-three meters per second on the line between Chalons and Paris, where the effect should be the same; yet we never hear of asphyxiation of engine drivers and stokers. He considers it desirable that the idea in question should be exploded, as unhappy persons may be led to choose suicide by fall from a height, under the notion that they will die be¬ fore reaching the ground. Again, M. ; Gossin mentions that a few years ago ! a man threw himself from the top of the Column of July, and fell on an awning which sheltered workmen at the pedestal; he sufftred only a few slight contusions. 51. Remy says he j has often seen an Englishman leap from a height of thirty-one meters (say 103 feet) into a deep river; and he was shown in 1852, in the island of Oahu, by missionaries, a native who had fallen from a verified height of more than 300 meters (say one thousand feet). His fall was broken near the end by a growth of ferns and other plants, and he had only a few wounds. Asked as to his sensations in falling, he said he only felt dazzled. He Couldn't Define Love. Walter, aged five sat in his aunt’s lap and was telling how many he loved. There was papa, and mamma, his aun¬ ties; old Tray, Flossie, the cat, and the little girl next door. His aunt said, “What is love, Walter?” The little fellow wrinkled his nose in deep thought ; he wasn’t used to grap¬ ple with abstract questions. At last he said. “I can’t tell what love is, auntie, but I feel it.” Could any of us give a better definition ? PEARLS OP THOVGHT. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good liver of honor. No man ever worked his passage anyvreere in a dead calm. Lay by a good store of patience, but be sure to put It where you can find it. The reproaches of enemies should quicken us to duty, and not keep us from it. No man can be happy without a friend, or be sure of a friend until he is unfortunate. There is no folly equal to that of throwing away friendship in a world where friendship is so rare. Private troubles are very much like infants, the mere you nurse them the bigger they grow. They that do nothing are in the readiest way to do that which is worse than nothing. Act well at the moment, and you have performed a good action to all eternity. Truth, like the sun, submits to be obscured, but, like the sun, only for a time. He who requires much from himself and little from others, will keep himself from being the object of resentment. The power of a man’s virtue should not be measured by his special efforts, but by his ordinary doing. Men of great parts are often unfor¬ tunate in the management of public business, because they are apt to go out of the common road by the quickness of their imagination. A man should never he ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser to-day than he was yesterday. A Misunderstanding. Why it was done, we cannot say, out quite a number of the streets of Austin have been named after fe¬ males. Such names as Emma, Laura Isabella, stare at you in large letters The Austin people, or some of them, at least, have become tolerably fami¬ liar with Maria, Jane, Susan, and the rest, but strangers are liable to be¬ come bewildered by this singular nomenclature. A gentleman from Dallas, who had only a fow hours to spend in our city wished to take a look at the new capital, and not knowing where it was, he made inquiry of the first man he met. “Can you tell me how I can find the new temporary eapitol? “That’s easy enough. You know where Emma street is?” “I do not. I have no acquaintance with any lady of that name. There is a family by that name in Dallas, but I am not acquainted with them. Does Emma Street live near the new eapitol?” The Austin man stared at the stranger for a moment, and then pointing down Magnolia Avenue, he said: “You see where Maria comes into the avenue?” The Dallas man looked in the di¬ rection pointed out, and perceiving a fat old negro woman with a big bas¬ ket on her arm, nodded his head in as sent. “Well, you must take Maria until you get to the corner of Elizabeth, and until Peggy and Sarah come together, and then you will be all right.” “Look here, my friend, if you think I am that kind of a man because I come from Dallas, you are most con foundly off. I want you to under¬ stand that I am a gentleman.” “You dod-gasted idiot!” retorted the Austian man, “if I was as bad off for brains as you are, I would bore a hole in my empty skull and hire a nigger to pour in ten cents’ worth of cheap oleo¬ margarine.” The Dallas man shook his fist at the native and said: “I’ve always heard that the State Lunatic Asylum was too small to ac¬ commodate all the lunatics, but now I know it,” and he moved off toward* Esmeralda,while the other party leaned up against the corner of Ann and Ma¬ tilda, and glared after him as he disap¬ peared in the direction of Maria.— S{ftings. A Double-Headed Quail. H. N. Watts and son, of Cedar Creek, Mitchell county, Kansas, killed a quail with two perfect heads. The neck separated about one inch from the body into two well and perfectly formed ones and terminating; the left is the head of a female, the right being that of a male. The heads, beak and eyes were all perfectly formed and fully de veloped. Not realizing the importune* of preserving this wonderful natural monstrosity, it was dressed and eaten with the others killed at that time. The wealthiest man in Mexico is Pa¬ tricio Milmo. an Irishman, whose es¬ tate : valued at f 10,0J0,OOP, PUBLISHERS. NO. 19. the faxilt doctor. To prevent ingrowing toe nails, cut or scrape a groove down the center and •pare the ends off square; never cut tha sides. According to Dr. Foote's Health Monthly people should not poke things into their ears to remove dried secre¬ tions; warm water syringing is a safer and a better way. In convalescence after typhoid fever, the greatest care is necessary with re¬ gard to the food, and no article of diet should be given without the express permission of the attending physician. Even so slight an imprudence as eat¬ ing a raw apple has been known to cause death. Dr. McColganan extols the value of the ether or rhigolene spray for the in¬ stantaneous relief principally of facial neuralgia. He first had occasion to observe its good effects upon his own person; he having suffered greatly from facial neuralgia. Since curing himself, he has had occasion to test its efficacy in about twenty cases. The result was invariably a most gratify¬ ing success. In jyany instances a permanent cure was established. He attempts to explain its action by supr posing a complete change to take place in the nutrition of the affected nerve in consequence of the intense cold acting as a revulsive. — Southern :".a3jfcr ” Practitioner. • - . _ - ' ■ = Life in the Lumber Region*. Excepting that of the sailor, proba¬ bly no other occupation so strongly impresses itself upon those who follow it as that of lumberman. Stalwart, capable of exerting immense strength, and of wonderful endurance, he is, la his camp, a most hospitable and genial person. When he leaves the camp for the settlements, he is apt to be rather too boisterous to be an agreeable com¬ panion. The picturesque figure of the lumberman; usually dressed in red and blue flannels, with a profusion at white buttons, and shod with boots, the soles of which are studded with sharp points has mainly disappeared from “down eastern” towns. Indeed, if. one would enjoy a period of life in the lumber regions, he will be more likely to find it in perfection in the vicinity of Superior, and other western localities, than on the head waters of the Penob¬ scot and other eastern streams. Lum¬ bering requires, not only experience, but executive ability and good judg¬ ment. The very first steps is “pros¬ pecting.” Before a logging-camp is established, the locality is carefully se¬ lected; not only must there be the right kind of trees in abundance, but facili¬ ties for removing the timber. There must be a river to float away the logs, and no great difficulty in drawing them, to it. When the selection of the tract has been made, an advance party goes to it, in autumn, to make preparations, one or more log-houses being put up for the men, and a shelter,or hovels,erected for the cattle and horses. As large a quantity as possible of the wild grasses on the marshes and swales is cut and converted into coarse hay for the oxen. An abundance of fuel is provided, to be accessible in spite of deep snows, and proper provision made for water for both men and beasts. It is a part of the duty of the advance party to so prepare needed roads, that a fall of snow will make them passable by sleds. At last, when the travel will allow, the main party, with oxen, heavy log¬ ging sleds, abundant provisions and fodder, and the men who are to pass winter in the camp arrive. The main building is that usually intended when “the camp” is mentioned. This is sometimes merely a large log-house, with a long opening in the roof and a door at one side. There is, in the center, a bed, or platform of earth, a few inches high, on which the fire is built, the smoke escaping through the hole in the roof. Around the walLs-^. usually upon tsvo sides only—are placed the bunks, with the feet of the sleepers toward the fire. If the num¬ ber of men require it, a second tier .of bunks is made above the first. A bed, such as a lumberman can make from small hemlock twigs, is not to be de¬ spised by a tired person. Sometimes the camp is more elaborate, a fireplace with a chimney occupies one end of the house, and a few glazed windows make the place light in stormy weather. Sometimes a family, including women, will go into the camp and pu( up a separate hut for themselves. Ac¬ tive labor in the clear air of winter, gives the lumberers appetites which must he met by abundant and nourish¬ ing food—hence the cook— or “th« doctor,” as he is sometimes called, is an important man. One who has not tasted the standard dish, “pork and beans,” as cooked in a hole in the ground in a lumber-camp, has yet something to learn.— Amtrietm Agr> naturalist.