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THE LINCOLNTON NEWS J. D. COLLEY & CO.. YOL. I. MACHINERY DEPOT. W. J. POLLARD, MANUFACTURER and MANUFACTURERS’ AGENT. MANUFACTURER OF W. J. Pollard’s Champion Cotton Gin, Feeders & Condensers,:& Smith's Hand Power Cotton &!Hay Press. 4 ' General agent for Grain Threshers and Separators and Agricultural Imple¬ ments, Fairbanks & Co.’s Standard Scales, etc. Talbot & Sons’ Agricultural, Portable and Stationary and Steam Engines and Boilers, Saw Mills, Grist Mills, etc. C. & G. Cooper <fc Co.’s Traction Engines, Portable and Agricul¬ tural Engines, Watertown Agricultural, Portable and Stationary Steam En¬ gines, Saw Mills, etc. Goodali <fc Waters’ Wood Working Machinery. W. L. Bradley’s Standard Fertilizers. The Dean Steam Pump. Kreible’s Vibrating Cylinder Steam Engines. Otto’s Silent Gas Engines. Acme Pulverizing Har¬ row, Clod Crusher and Leveler. MACHINERY OF ALL KINDS. Belting, Packing, Brass Fittings, Iron Fittings, Iron Pipe, Rubber Hose and everything that can be used on or about machinery. Cotton Mill Supplies a specialty. Tools of all kinds, Hancock Inspirators, and will etc. Finally, I desire to make the machine business a complete success, guarantee to furnish everything wanted in that line on as reasonable terms and at as short notice as any house in the country. My stock is the largest and most varied of any house South. My connection superior with some of for the furnishing iargest manufactories the in the United States gives me advantages best and most reliable work found anywhere. Be certain to call on •W. J\ FOIjXaA.K.ID 7 731, 734 & 736 Reynolds Street, AUGUSTA, GEORGIA. NewCurtains&Carpets FOR SPRING TRADE. NewMaddrass curtains—aesthetic. New embroidered tamboured lace curtains. New Nottingham lace curtains. . New Algerine gold shot curtains. New double-faced cantor, tormei curtains. New raw silk curtains and silk damask. New upholstery goods of every quality. cornice New brass, ash, walnut and ebony poles. 1X0 ] ROLLS BRUSSELS CARPETS At 75 Cents per Yard, Made and Laid. Three-ply ingrain and cheap carpets. Rags, mats, crumb cloths. Cocoa, Canton and Napier mattings. Floor, stair and table oil-cloths. Wall papers and room decorations. Dado, fringe and room borders. Hair-cloth, cane, moss. CEORCE A. BAILIE’S Masonic Building, 742 Brc-ad St. JAMES HINES J SUCCESSOR TO P. H. NOROTN, Washington. - - Gra •i —DEALB.P IN— Groceries" and Plantation Supplies. Bagging and Ties, Meat and Lard, Flour of the Best Grade, ron, Plows, &c., Salt, Leather, &c., Provisions of all Sorts. The Reputation of the House shall be Maintained. “ The Best Goods at the Lowest Living Rates.” At Mrs. N. Brum Clark’s Ladies will find New and Stylish Neck wkab. Look at the Febne Laces. They must be seen to be appreciated. The Latest Styles in Hats and Bonnets re¬ ceived weekly during the season. . Our Mourning Bonne's and Crepe Veils are unsurpassed in quality and price. Wo keep best English Crepes, new Lisse Ruching, New Ribbons—every width, color and qual¬ ity. Black Silk Gloves, Mourning wear; Chil¬ dren’s Hosiery in excellent quality—some New St :yles; Corsets, Hoop Skirts, Skirts Tour mores, . Bridal Veiling and ____________■ Gloves; all kinds of Veiling, . Brutsel’s Nets; Nets of all kinds. Great variety of Laces— Black, White and Cream. Sewing Embroidery Silk, Silk, best Knitting Silk, Jewelry, Buttons in latest styles, New Lusterless Jet Bracelets, Ear¬ rings, Pius, Ac., Coin Silver Jewelry and other styles entirely new; Material for Fancy Work, New Hair Lace Goods—pretty Pillow Shams, Splashers, Ac. styles. and becoming II Polo” TV *w*w Caps, 'wupui “ * Fez” .v*l Caps, “ Tam AOU1 O’Shxn- vj toil -V ter” Caps—in the new colors for Children. Hand-Ki.itted Goods for Infante, (3ur Infants’ Ceps in Lace, Velvet and Satin. Stock of Fan ay Goods is too varied to itemize. We are prepared to furnish anything in the Miujnrbt Like, and to fill orders promptly. Orders from the country at¬ tended to as coon as reoeived. We never Disappoint. Our friends in adjacent coun¬ ties will find it to their interest to send to us. We will make any purchases for them in the city free of commission. We guarantee Prices and Qnality. • 'MS Broad Street is the place to obtain Stylish Article! for a Lady’s Toilet. Give ns a call. THE AUGUSTA, ELBERTON AND CHICAGO RAILROAD. New extension fancy window cornices. New ten-feet Window shades, beautiful do, ■Sew signs. seven-leet window shades, .-esthetic pat* terns. New six-feet shades, very pretty and verj cheap. New store shades, plain and fancy. Buttons, twine. Brooms, brushes, dusters, sweepers, etc. Engravings, chromos, frames, moldings. Piano and table covers, table mats, picturi wire. Competent upholsterers on hand to do nl work well and in season at Murphey, Harmon & NCOLNTON, GA„ TOMBSTONES, PUT UP TO LAST. Work Guaranteed, Refer to their work throughout county. Prices "Very Low. P. HANSBERGER, —MANUFACTURER OF— —AND DEALER IN— Tobacco, Pipes and Cigarettes to the trade a speoialty. factory on Ellis street. Fireworks by sale. 706 Broad street, AUGUSTA, W. N. COTTON FACTOR AND General Contmimon No. 3 Warren Block, Augusta, Ga. Will give personal and undivided tion to the Weighing and Belling of Liberal Cash Advances mads on meats. LINCOLNTON, GA., FKIDAY, JUNE 8, 1883. Hope, Faith and Charity. Is it only a weird, wild fancy That’s Sitting through my brain? And yet it sings, in a saddened tone, “I shall never come again!” For when Hope once is vanquished It’s like a flower laid low; And the only perfume in it then Is the memory of long ago. Is it only a troubled fancy That flits across my mind? Yet seems to say, in a gentle way, “You have lelt me lar behind!” For Faith ba9 a beautiful perfume, It scatters its fmgranco far; And ever amid the darkest night You may see the brightest star. Is it only a peaceful fancy Trying me to enthrall, Wearing itself into a motto, “Charity’s the greatest ot all!” Hope is so bright and sparkling, Faith so tender and true, Chanty’s mantle covereth all, And is moistened with Heaven’s own dew. — Chicago Inler-Octan. CHAINED TOGETHER. I am French by birth, and my name is Francois Thierry. I will not bur¬ den you with my early history; but will begin by stating that I was sent to tfee galleys, and find myself to-day an exile. Branding was not out of date at that time, and until my death I shall bear some fiery letters on my shoulder. I was arrested, registered, condemned and sent to Paris. As I left the court of justice my terrible sentence rang in my ears. On the long road from Paris to Bicetre—all day and all night—till we arrived at Toulon, the cltfil rolling of the prison wagon on the pavement repeated it to me. When I look back at that tim e, I thm k Unjust have been stunned fiyifce-erieSpected severity of my doom, for I have not the slightest recollection of the particulars of that journey. “Hard labor for life!” “Hard labor for life!” I heard nothing else, I could think of nothing else. Late in the afternoon of the third day, the wagon stopped, the door was unlocked and I was led through a paved court, into a hall that was but faintly lighted. Here an officer asked me my name, which was entered in a large book, banded with iron as though it was fettered. “N o. 207,” cried the officer, “green!” Then I was led into another room, where I put on the uniform of a galley slave. From this moment I lost my individuality. I was no longer Fran¬ cois Thierry; but No. 207. The officer was present while I was dressing. “Hurry up!” he said; “it’s getting late, and you must be married before dinner.” “Married?” I repeated He laughed as he lit a cigar. I was again led through another corridor into a damp court, where wild-looking men with clanking chains were walking up and down before the muzzles of cannon. “Bring No. 206,” cried the officer, “and then call the priest.” No. 206 came in, dragging aheavy chain behind him, and with him a robust black¬ smith/ The ring of an iron chain was put around my ankle, and forged together with a single stroke of the hammer A like ring bound my companion. Each stroke re-echoed through the arches like the scornful laugh of demons. The officer drew a small red book from his pocket, and said: “No. 207, listen to our prisoners’ laws: If you attempt flight and fail, you will be bastinadoed. If you suc¬ ceed in getting to the harbor and are there captured, you will be doubly chained for three years. As soon as you are missed, three cannon shots will be fired and signals of alarm will be hoisted on each bastion. Telegraphic messages will be sent to the harbor, guards and to the police throughout France.” After the officer had read this, with a terrible satisfaction, he re-lit his cigar, put the book away, and left the hall. I was now a prisoner forged to another prisoner. As I looked at him I found his eyes turned toward me. He was a sinister-looking fellow, and about forty years old, not any taller than I, but of herculean build. “Then you are in for life?” he said. “How do you know that?” I ex¬ claimed, angrily. “I can tell by your cap—green is for lifa Why are you here?” “I conspired against the govern¬ ment.” He shrugged his shoulders contempt¬ uously. “Then you’re an elegant one. We other prisoners hate such aristo¬ cratic company.” I made no answer. “This is the fourth time that I’ve been here,” continued my companion. “Perhaps yon have heard of Gasparo, the counterfeiter?” I had heard of the daring criminal, and drew back tremblingly from his gaze. An uneasy look in his eyes told me that he had noticed my shrinking. From that moment he hated me. Gasparo and I. with two hundred other prisoners, were put to work in a stone-quarry on the other side of the harbor. Day after day, and week after week, from sunrise to sunset, the rocks resounded to our blows. Thus spring and sumnlPFpassed, and autumn came. My fell ow-priso ner was a Piedmonte se. He had been a thief, counterfeiter , incendiary , aaiLwhen he last fled fro m prison he com mitted a murder. Heaven alone knows how my sufferings were intensified through this terrible comradeship. How I shrank from the touch of his hand! What loathing took possession of me when I felt his breath on my face at night! I tried to overcome this aver, sion; but in vain. He knew it as well as I, and took every opportunity to revenge himself in such ways as only a depraved mind can think of. How¬ ever it would have been of no avail to put myself in opposition to him, and any complaint to the overseer would only have provoked the wretch to •worse tyranny. At last there came a day when his hate seemed to diminish He allowed me my night’s rest and seemed to be in a hurry. The next morning, shortly after we had begun to work, he came close to me, and ■whispered in my ear: “Do you want to escape?” I felt the blood rush to my face, and could not say a word. “Can a secret?” he went on. “Until death!” “Well, then, listen: To-morrow Marshal d’Anvergue will inspect the harbor, docks, prison and stone-quarry. Salutes will be fired from the walls and ships, which will make it difficult to hear the guard’s signal for two escap¬ ing prisoners. Do you understand me?” “Yes.” “What, then, will be easier than to knock off the fetters with the pick-ax, and escape when the overseer is not looking our way ? Will you dare?” “With my life!” “Your hand.” I had never before touched his blood-stained hand, and could not re¬ frain from shuddering as I clasped it. The next morning we had to undergo an inspection before going to work. An hour before noon the first salute from the harbor reached wir ears. The dull report went through me like an electric spark! Gasparo whispered to me: “When the first shot is fired from the barracks, strike with your pick-ax on the first ring of my chain close to the ankle.” A sudden suspicion came over me. “And if I should do it how r can I be sure that you will then free me? No, Gasparo, you must strike the first blow.” “As you say,” he answered smiling¬ ly, hut with a muttered curse. At that moment a flash came from the barracks, and then a report that reveberated a hundred times from the rocks. As the echo rolled over our heads, I saw him get ready to strike, and felt my chain fall. Hardly had the thunder of the first shot died away before the second came. Now, I was to free Gasparo. I was less dexterous than he, so it took several strokes to free the chain. At the third shot we threw away our caps, climbed up the rock, and struck for a path that led into the valley. Suddenly, at a sharp bend in the road, we stood before a little guard-house, in front of which were two soldiers. They pointed their guns at us, and ordered us to surrender. Gasparo turned toward me, struck me heavily, and said: “There, stay, and let them capture you. You always were a thorn in my path.” As I fell, I saw Gasparo throw down one soldier, and rush toward the other. Then a shot, and all was dark and still around me. When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the floor of a little un¬ furnished room, but fairly lighted by a small window. 1 arose with pain, and, leaning against the wall, tried to think. The recollection of my last ad¬ venture soon came to me. Probably 1 was in one of the upper rooms of the guard-house. I crept to the door and found it locked. The little window was about four feet over my head. I succeeded in reaching it and looked out. The rock rose about forty feet from the house, and a brook ran between me and the cliff. To stay here would be ruin, whereas in daring farther lay a possibility of escape. I forced myself through the small window, dropped down, and crept toward the brook. The water in the brook came to my waist; but as both banks were high, I could walk along in it without my head showing. I soon heard distant voices, and raising my head over the bank of the stream, I saw dark figures moving toward me. Suddenly a dark lantern was turned on the water close by my hiding-place. 1 dived under the water and held my breath until it seemed that the veins in my head would burst. When I could bear it no longer I rose again, took breath, looked around me, and listened. All was still My pursuers had gone. I then climbed the bank on to the stony path. Wind and rain in my face, I strode rapidly on with no other leader than the storm. About five o’clock in the morning, as day began to dawn, I heard bells ring nig, and saw a large city in front of me. Not daring to go farther, I sought shelter in some thick shrubbery near the road. When night came on 1 continued my journey; but hunger soon drove me into a small village on the road. I crept softly between the cottages and knocked on the minister’s door. lie opened it himself and I told him my story. He gave me something to eat and to drink, an old coat in ex¬ change for mine, and a few francs. On the fifth day after my flight from Toulon I reached Italian ground. I begged my way from place to place until I arrived in Borne, where I hoped to find occupation, if not friends. I hired a small room, rested a few days, and then eagerly sought work. Evening after evening I returned dis¬ appointed. The little money which I begged melted away. At last I could not pay my landlord, and he turned me out into the street. Mechanically 1 followed the stream of passers-by, which led me to St. Peter’s. I crept in wearily, and sank down in the shadow of the large doors. Two men stood near me reading a poster that was hanging on one of the columns. “Merciful heavens!” said one; “how can a man risk his life for a few lire?” “And with the certain knowledge that out of eighty men eight or ten fall and break their necks?” “Horrible work!” They passed on and were lost in the crowd. I sprang up eagerly and read the notice. It was headed, “Illumination of St. Peter’s,” and made known that eighty men were wanted to light the lamps on the dome, and three hundred to light those on the columns. I went to the manager, had my name put on the list, received half my money down, and was to present myself there at 11 o’clock the next morning. I was there promptly, amid a crowd of miser¬ able-looking men. The doors of the : bureau were soon open, and we crowa ed into the hall. My eyes seemed to be drawn toward one corner of the room. My heart stood still—it was no mistake—I had recognized Gasparo. I went over toward, and touching him, said: “Gasparo, don’t you know me?” He raised himself up lazily and said: “Ah, Francois! I thought you were in Toulon.” “I can’t thank you that I’m not there. Listen to me; if we both out¬ live this night you shall give me satis¬ faction for your perfidy.” He looked indifferently at me, and lay down to sleep. At 7 o'clock we were all called up, and climbed the stairs that led to the dome. My place was about half-way up, and I saw Gas¬ paro go up still higher. When we were all ready, we crept through the windows up to small boards hanging by ropes. Each one was given a lighted torch, with which he was to light the lamps that he passed as the ropes were let down. After I had lit all my lamps, I looked around at the scene. Suddenly I felt my rope shake, and looking up saw a man put¬ ting his torch to it. Almighty God! It was Gasparo. With the agility ot a cat I climbed up the rope, put mj torch in the villian’s face, and caught hold of the rope above where it was on fire. Gasparo, blinded and wild with pain, gave a terrible yell and rolled down like a stone. Through all the hum¬ ming of the living ocean beneath 1 heard the dull thud as my enemy struck the pavement. I had hardly re¬ covered my breath when we were drawn up again. I told the director what T had gone through. The truth of my story was proved by the half-burned rope, and I was given money enough to leave Rome. Since then I have had many adven¬ tures, but never found myself in such terrible company as on the dome of St. Peter’s on that fatal Easter. In Oregon there is a railroad which does a profitable business, although a hand-car and a push car constitute its entire equipment. The road, which is about five miles long, was formerly used by the Utter Coal company, but upon its suspension a few years ago the engine was taken off, a hand-car substituted, and a lucrative business in freight and passenger carriage built up, the charge being $2.50 a ton for freight and fifty cents for passengers. Lumber is now being manufactured from straw, the standard size being thirty-two inches in width, twelve feet in length, and the thickness the same as the average surface boards. Cota and Doga. Why do cats run up the trees for safety, and why does not the dog try to follow them into the branches, in¬ stead of contenting himself with futile barkings below ? Here we find ourselves met by two points, the first being that the structure of the two animals is different, and the second that the instinct coincides with the structure. Up to a certain point their structure is almost identical, but after that point they begin to diverge. Both are, in the wild state, carnivorous ani¬ mals, and both live on prey which they procure by their own efforts. But the mode in which they do so is widely different. The dog pursues the prey in the day-time, and runs it down by fair chase. None of the cats do .this, but almost invariably hunt at night. Therefore their eyes are not made like the dog’s. When Ponto has barked himself hoarse after the cats in the tree, we will call him and make him look us in the face. The “pupils” of his honest brown eyes are quite circu¬ lar, like those of the human being. Suppose we look at them again after dusk, we shall find that-they are much larger than they appeared in daylight, but they are still circular. Having in¬ duced Ponto to go back to his own premises and coaxed the cats from their refuge, we will examine their eyes as we did those of the dog. The pupil of the eye will be seen to be lit tie more than a narrow slit. Toward dusk, if we look at pussy’s eyes, we shall see that the slit has greatly wid ened. At midnight the pupils will be as circular as those of the dog, only very much larger in proportion to the Size of the animal. This change is caused by the effect of light upon the mechanicism of the eye, and it is inva¬ riable in the cat all over the world. The Chinese have long known and utilized this phenomenon. As we all know, they are very fond of cats, both as pets and for the table; in which latter taste they are perfectly right, for jugged cat is quite as good as jugged hare, and very few persons would discover the imposition if one were substituted for the other. If, then, a Chinese wishes to tell the time on a cloudy day, when the sun cannot guide him, he takes up the nearest cat looks a.V its eyes, ahri "feten of the pupil can form a very good idea of the time .—Good Words. French Claimants. As French politics turn on what shall be the future status of claimants to the throne, just who these individ¬ uals are is a matter of considerable in¬ terest. There are four claimants, so called. One is Prince Jerome Napo¬ leon, who is the heir of the house of .Bonaparte. He is a nephew of the first Napoleon, and therefore a first cousin of the Third Napoleon. Under the settlement of succession lain down by the founder of the house, Jerome became its heir after the death of the young prince imperial in June, 1880. He it was who was lately imprisoned for his proclamation, denouncing the republic. But Jerome is much disliked by .the Bonapartists, and many of that party have adopted his son, Prince Victor, as their candidate for the throne, so that in one sense father and son are rivals. The other two claimants are Henry, Count of Chambord, and the Count of Paris. The Count of Cham¬ bord is the last surviving representa¬ tive of the elder branch of the Bourbons, He is a grandson of the last Bourbon king, Charles X., who was expelled from the throne in 1830. He is an elderly man of obstinate na¬ ture, and has long lived at Frohsdorf in Austria. The party of “legitimists” in France, comprising most of the old nobility, hope to restore him to the throne under the title of “Henry the Fifth.” The Count of Paris is heir of the Or. leans family, being the grandson of that king, Louis Phillipe, who succeed, ed Charles X., on the French throne in 1830. He is an able and excellent man, forty years of age; and is at present serving, with his uncle, the Duke D’Aumale, and his brother, Duke De Chartres,as an officer in the French army. He is said to have given up his claims to the throne in favor of his dis¬ tant relative, the Count of Chambord. It may be stated that, as Chambord is childless, should he come to the throne the Count of Paris would be his legiti¬ mate heir. If the republic shall be de¬ stroyed the probabilities strongly favor the elevation of a member of the Or¬ leans family,either the Count De Paris or his uncle, the Duke D’Aumale. A Mr. Stickney, said to be the last of the grandsons of Major-General Stark died recently at Toledo, O., at eighty years of age. His father, John Stick¬ ney, who married a daughter of Gener¬ al Stark, was a very eccentric man and named his three sons respectively line Stickney, Two Stickney, and Three Itickney. The last two named died liveral years ago. PUBLISHERS. NO. 34. avxoaova. “I cannot sing the old songs,” She raspingly did toot While at an asthmal organ Her fingers she did shoot. “Thank heaven!" growled the parefitj With manifest ado, - * "An’ pray they’ll fix the new ones Just so you cannot, too.” Whether a man is in the hardware business or not, he always keeps nails on hand. A little Southern boy denounced his snoring brother for “sleeping through his nose.” English sparrows are said to be good on toast. They are pretty good on bread crumbs. “Over the crystal waters she leans in careless grace,” says a recent poem Another case of sea-sickness. It is a singular thing, but the most pleasing period of a dentist’s life is when he looks down in the mouth. The mouthpiece of the telephone may be perfectly respectable, but there are a great many things said against A rather cynical lady, somewhat of a flirt, says most men like colds, are very easily caught, but difficult to get rid of. “I'm sure,” said a confiding pld lady, “that my son never drinks ^anything at night, because he’s always so thirsty in the morning.” . „ ■ s Customer—“Have you anv first-class musical instruments .Sfanpkoeper— „ Yes> teststock m town, sir; can’t be beat » Customer (turning to go out )_« Can *t ^ beat, eh? Sorry; wanted a drum.” “He’s not just what you call hand¬ some,” saidthemajor, beaming through his glasses on no utterly hideous baby, as it lay peacefully howling in its mother’s arms. "But it’s the kind of face that grows on you.” “It’s not the kind of face that ever grew o» y was the indignant reply of the ms nal being; “you’d be better looking if it bad.” O.VL1 III E FEB T WIDE. The Queerest 11 ouse lit Vew lork.-How if Came to t-e Itullt. . The narrowest house in this city, say the New York Evening Post, may be seen at the northwest corner of Lexington avenue and Eighty-second street. When Lexington avenue was cut through some years ago, a strip. of land five feet wide and one hundred feet deep was all that was left of a certain lot belonging to a person who did not own the next lot on the street. The strip, while of little value by itself, would be valuable to the person owning the adjoining lot on Eighty second street, because it would not only enable him to build a house five feet wider, but would give him wiiidows all along the side of his house on Lexington avenue. The two owners, however, could not agree as to terms, and a house was erected on the lot adjoining the narrow strip. The owner of the latter had nothing to do but to abandon his lot,or build a house five feet wide upon it. The latter course was perhaps adopted because such a house would shut up all the side windows of the neighboring build¬ ing, and considerably reduce its value. The new building, which has been finished for some months, is therefore, five feet wide, 100 feet deep and four stories high. It is divided into two houses, each fifty feet long, and the entrance doors are of course, on the avenue, as there is no room for a door at either end of the building. The law allows a building at the corner of a street to have projecting bay windows along the side, and taking advantage of this circumstance, the architect has managed to plan a house which, while peculiar iu inside appear¬ ance, and probably very uncomfortable to live in, may find tenants. 'Without these bay-windows or square projec¬ tions running from the foundations to the roof it would not have been passi¬ ble to build a house at all, for no room would have been wider than three feet. Each house has, therefore, two bay windows, in one of which are the stairs, and in the other, one room about eight feet wide by fifteen long, upon each floor. The long passage between the stair-wall and the room is about three feet wide. Each house contains a kitchen eight by fifteen feet and four rooms, each of the same size, but on different floors. There are also ingeniously-placed closets at each end of the building and under the stairs. Both houses are unoccupied. One is offered for rent at $500 a year. If a person were taken out of a sewer, old well, mine or gas tank in an insensible condition, what would you do for him? Loosen the clothing and cause artificial respiration.