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THE INCOLNTON NEWS. J. D. COLLEY & GO., YOL. I. MACHINERY DEPOT. W. J. POLLARD, MANUFACTURER and MANUFACTURERS’ AGENT. OF W. J. Pollard’s Champion Cotton Gin Festers & Condensers,X Smith’s Haul Power Cotton KHay Press. General agent for Grain Threshers and Separators and Agricultural Imple¬ ments, Fairbanks <fc Co.’s Standard Scales, etc. Talbot & Sons’ Agricultural, Portable and Stationary and Steam Engines and Boilers. Saw Mills, Grist Mills, etc. C. <fc G. Cooper <fc Co.’s Traction Engines, Portable and Agricul¬ tural Engines, Watertown Agricultural, Portable and Stationary Steam En¬ gines, Saw Mills, etc. Goodall <fe Waters’ Wood Working Machinery. W. L. Bradley’s Steam Standard Engines, Fertilizers. Otto’s The Silent X>eaB Steam Pump. Kreible’s Vibrating Cylinder Clod Crusher and Leveler. Gas Engines. Acme Pulverizing Har row, MACHINERY OF ALL KINDS. Belting, Packing, that Brass Fittings, Iron Fittings, Iron Pipe, Rubber Hose and everything specialty. Tools can of be all used kinds, on Hancock or about machinery. Cotton Mill Supplies a the machine business complete Inspirators, and will etc. Finally, I desire to make a 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 with some of the largest manufactories in the United States gives me superior advantages for furnishing the best and most reliable work found anywhere. Be certain to call on 7 731, 734 & 736 Reynolds Street, AUGUSTA, GEORGIA IN FURNITURE. If we don’t Beat New York Prices we will Give You a NICE SET. The Largest and Finest Stock ever offered in Augusta. Five carloads just received. All the Latest Styles and Prices Chevper than Ever. WE DEFY COMPETITION’ Our New Catalogue -will be Ready in Tei Days. Write for one. J. L. BOWLES & CO., 717 AND 839 BROAD STREET, AUGUSTA, CA. JAMES HINES, SUCCESSOR TO P. H. NOROTN, "Washington - - Ga., —DEALl.f IN— Groceries* aiii Potation Supplies, Bagging and Ties, Meat and Lard, Flour of the Best Grade. ron, Plows, &c., Salt, Leather, &e., Provisions of all Sorts. The Reputation of the Houoe shall be Maintained. “ The Best Goods at the Lowest Living Rates.” At Mrs. N. Brum Clark’s Ladies will find New and Stylish Nhok weab. Rook at the Febne Laces. They must be seen to be appreciated. The Latest Styles in Hats and Bonnets re¬ ceived weekb during the season. Our Mourning Bonnets and Crepe Veils are unsurpassed in quality and price. We keep New best EngtishCrepes, new Lisse Rnching, Ribbons—every width, color and qual Jty. Black Silk Gloves, Mourning wear; Chil¬ dren’s Hosiery in excellent quality—some New Styles; Corsets, Hoop Skirts, Tour mures. Bridal Veiling and Gloves; all kinds of kinds. Veiling, Brunei's Nets; Nets of all Great -variety of Laces—B lack, White and Cream. Embroidery Silk, best Knitting Silk, New Jewelry, Sewing Silk, Lusterless Buttons in latest styles, Fins, Jet Bracelets, Ear¬ rings, other styles entirely Ac., Coin Silver Jewelry and JLace new; Material forFdncy Work, Hair Pillow Shams, Splashers, Ac. New Goods-pretty and becoming styles. “ Polo” Caps, “Fez”Caps, ter” Caps—in the “TamO’Shan Hand-Knitted new colors for Children. Goods for Infants, Infants’ Gaps in Lace, Goods Velvet and Satin. Our Stock ef Fan3y is too varied to itemize. We are prepared to furniBh anything in the Mm.XNKKv Line, and to fill orders promptly. tended to Orders from the country at¬ as roon as received. 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 oi commission. we Broad guarantee Prices and Quality. 819 Stkeet is the place to obtain Stylish Give Articles call. for a Lady’s Toilet. ns a THE AUGUSTA, ELBERTON A-TNI> CHICAGO RAILROAD. SAMUEL H. MYERS, SUCCESSOR T MYERS & MARCUS, 838 & 840 Broad Street, AUGUSTA, GA. WHOLESALE JOBBER OF DRY GOODS, NO. TIONS, SHOES, HATS ANO CLOTHING. J. M. ANDERSON, COTTON FACTOR —AND— Commission Merchant, —AT THE— Old Stand of R. A. Fleming, 903 Reynolds Street, Augusta, Ga' ^Personal attention given to all business T. Lovo Fuller, so w ell known in Lincoln, and who for many years has been with Young & Hack, is in charge, and will be glad to see hi s many friends. _ Murphey, Harmon & Co., NOOLIVTON, GA., TOMBSTONES, MONUMENTS PUT UP TO LAST. Work Guaranteed, Hefer to their work throughout Lincoln county. Prices Very Low. P. HANSBERGER, -MANUFACTURER OF— CIGARS, -AND DEALER IN— Tobacco, Pipes and Smokers’ Articles. Cigarettes Ellis to the trade Fireworks a specialty. Mann, factory on street. by whole¬ sale. 706 Broad street, AUGUSTA, GA. W. N. MERCIER, COTTON FACTOR AND Beni emission Merchant J No.3 Warren Block, Augusta, 6a. Will give personal and undivided atten¬ tion to the Weighing and Selling of Cotton Liberal Cash Advances made on Consign merits. v LINCOLNTON, GA., FRIDAY, JUNE 29, 1883. Go Away. ■With a humpy swish and a curdled roar, Sweet Mary’s churn goes drumming, Young Reuben leans on the low, half dooi And hopes that the butter’s coming; Then sighs and sighs, and drops bis eyes— What words can his feelings utter ? “O drop me down in the churn,” he cries, "And make me into butter.” She rests her hands, and gazing stands At sound of his words vagary, Then plies her Btaft, with lightsome laugh, "0, go away!" says Mary. If a maiden’s word means aught, they say, The opposite sense is in it, So Reuben finds in her “Go away !” A “just come in a minute.” "I hope,” says he, “I may make so free,” With a grin and a nervous stutter. •‘My answer should be to your cars,” says she, “If I could but leave the butter.” His arm on the shelf that holds the delf, He looks across the dairy; “Shall I go to her side? Shall I dare her pride?” “0, go away!” says Maiy. He takes the hint, and he takes a kiss, With fears and inward quaking; She does not take what he gives amiss, Nor seem in an awlul taking. Sweet kisses he takes so loud and fast That he takes her breath completely; He takes her tight in his arms at last. And still she takes it swcelly! The l<eait of the boy is wild with >- ; He has won her—his bird, his fa*ry; “I’ll U*out right lor the ring to-night!” “O, go away!” says Mary. THE SAME HAND. The ranch of Senor Diaz was on a charming slope overlooking the broad, smooth waters of one of the tributa¬ ries to the Parana, on whose opposite shore the rank grass grew ten and twelve feet high. The house itself had a tropical character; it was Span ish-American, with a cool, shady veranda, a long, low front,painted walls, and latticed windows, a spacious court, and a flat roof provided with a para¬ pet, which g»ve the structure the sem¬ blance of a fort. Many zeres of cul¬ tivated land showed long lines of sugar-cane and tall trees laden with bananas, in surprising contrast to the dark, impenetrable mass of wild bush which surrounded the settlement in the further distance. Senora Diaz was one of the tropical beauties of whom Murillo dreamed. “I am going to test your gallantry” she said, coming out on the veranda where I sat, “ by asking you to help me water my flowers, for, with my lame hand, it is not easy for me to lift the heavy watering pot.” “I am at your service, but allow tae—am I wrong?—to remind you that you promised me the story of how your hand was lamed.” “ Certainly. As soon as the flowers are watered we will have coffee on the veranda, and you shall hear ail about it.” Accordingly, I was soon sipping coffee with the little Lolita, my host’s only daughter, and my pet, beside me, while her mother rolled a cigarette lighted it, and began as follows : “When we first came here, years ago, it was a very different looking place. The wild bushland reached to the edge of the water, and was such a dark wilderness of thorns, brambles, palms, wild fig-trees and other tropical vegetation that I did not dare venture into its depths. But my husband and his workmen went manfully to work, felled trees, uprooted stumps, made hedges and ditches all day long, except in the severest heat, and I often saw them come home so wearied that they would fall asleep where they stood,and first think of food tlv.ee or four hours later, when they awo.V. “After a while thsy got a portion of the ground under subjection, but after the acres were cleared and we began to plant, we had a throng of foes to combat. The worst were the ants, which, watched for.on account of their depredations on plantations, have a way of making underground pas¬ sages until they undermine the whole surface of a field, and it falls in like the crust of a cake. Just north of us is a great gap in the ground, full of bushes and wild grass, with here and there some rotten timber, where a whole settlement sank from the ants undermining the foundations. From this comes the saying we have in Paraguay that our worst enemies are the Indian braves and the Indian ants. “Luckily, the only Indians were friendly ones who exchanged all kinds of provisions, especially dried meats, for knives and brandy. We poisoned the ants, dug up their nests, flooded their passage ways with boiling water and so, in a great measure, were free from them, .although they now some¬ times come from the woods to attack the plantation. “But after them came another plague—snakes. For a long time I though it was hopeless. My husband used to call them the tax collectors, and they did come just as regularly. No day passed without our finding one or more in the house. And once—Oh, heaven 1 —what a fright I had! When Lolita was a baby,my husband and his men had gone off one morning as usual, and the child was asleep on a mat at the end of the room. Sudden¬ ly I saw on the floor the skin of a mouse from which the whole body had been sucked as from an orange. 1 knew at once that a snake must be near, for they feed on mice and eat them in this fashion; but much as I looked around, I could see no snake, till all at once it occurred to me, per¬ haps it was under the baby’s mat. I snatched the child up and placed her i * safety. Then I softly lifted a part of the mat, and there it was, the long, slimy, green and gold reptile, coiled up and fast asleep. Ah ! how I jumped ! I ran out in the court to call help. Luckily our man, Jose, was there, and he killed it. But as we cleared more acres, the snakes left us to hide in the forest. I began to hope our cares were ended, but they were only just begun. Wild beasts now first appear¬ ed upon the scene. “ One at irning, just as we were at breakfast, oae of our herdsmen brought the news that our cattle, which grazed in the tall grass on the other side of the river, had been attacked by a jaguar, that had killed one of the bulls. The man who told us escaped with his life, yet he would scarcely done so had he not misled the beast, or had there not been a fat ox there. “A week passed without a new alarm, and we had come to think less about it, when suddenly three or four Indians rushed to tell us how a great jaguar had broken into their camp and killed a woman and one of their dogs. When my husband heard the story he concluded that it was the same ani¬ mal that had attacked our bull, for the Indians described the creature as of a singular color, far lighter than any they had seen about there, so they had named it * The White Death.’ We all thought it now time to do something, and my husband called his people to¬ gether to go out and hunt it. “ I remember that morning distinct¬ ly. They went away cheerfully enough, each man with his gun and hunting-knife, and Moro, the blood¬ hound, was with them. My husband turned round just as he entered the wood and kissed his hand to me. Then they vanished in the forest. “ When I found myself with Lolita alone in the house and thought of what might happen if they met that terrible wild animal, such anxiety seized me (although I never thought I could be in danger) that I could not be contented till I had locked every door in the house ; and then I seated myself in the great sitting-room, took Lolita on my lap, and tried to tell her a story. “ Suddenly I heard a scratching along the roof, and then a dull thud, as if something heavy had fallen. Anx¬ ious and nervous, I had no presenti¬ ment what it was. The next moment I heard just over me a sound which I could not mistake—a long, passionate roar that I often heard from the woods at night, and never without feeling as if my heart stood still. The thought rushed through my mind, ‘ Oh, heaven, the jaguar !’ “ I shall never forget that moment. One minute I was quite rigid and help¬ less, as if life had departed, and then a thought flashed upon me—the jaguar was not to be kept off if he penetrated here from the roof, for the most of the inner doorways had only draperies In my dining-room was a great wood¬ en meal-chest, nearly empty and large enough to hold six or seven persons at once. If Lolita and I can get there, I thought, we are saved. “ I seized the child, ran with her into the dining-room, and crept into the chest. Unfortunately, it had a spring lock, so that I was forced to hold the lid open with one hand to guard against its locking and immediately stifling us ; but it had more than an inch of outer rim, which completely hid my fingers. “It was not a moment too soon. We were scarcely hidden when I heard the great claws scratching along the floor, and the hungry sniffing of the jaguar showed me that he was in search of food. He came straight to the chest, and then paused a moment as if he feared a trap. Then he put his head close to the small opening, so that I could feel his hot breath. He sniffed a while, and then tried to raise the cover with his paw. “ How I trembled! But, thank God the great paw would not go in the narrow crevice, and I held the cover fast by clinging to the inner part of the lock with all the strength of des¬ peration. All he could do was to stretoh out his tongue and lick my fin¬ gers until they bled as if they had been scratched by a saw. And then, as he tasted blood, and heard Lolita cry—for my poor darlifig was just as frighten¬ ed as I was—his eagerness increased and he began to make piercing yells, which sent icy chills over me. “I wonder why the fright did not kill me; but the touch of Lolita’s lit tie arm around my neck seemed U j keep up my courage. j “Still, the worst was yet to come, i When the jaguar found he could not reach me from below he sprang upon the chest. His huge weight crushed ! my fingers between the two parts oi the lock. Then I thought all was over and shrieked so that it rang through the whole house. “But my cries were answered by a sound which made my heart throb with joy—answered by the barking of our bloodhound. The jaguar heard it too, for he sprang down, and stood for a moment listening, and tlw. ran tv the door as if to flee. “Again came the*ound of the dog’s bark—this time nearer—and at tht same time the voices of men calling to each other. Contrary to expectation they were already coming back. Meanwhile the jaguar seemed to be be¬ wildered, and ran wildly to and fro. Suddenly a loud cry came from one of the windows, and then two shots and a fearful howl; then my husband’s voice anxiously called: M t Cachita, where are you f “ I could just get out of the chest, drag myself to the door, and let my husband in. Then I swooned away. “ They told me afterward that our bloodhound found the jaguar’s trail leading straight back to the house, and they all hurried home like mad fearing that harm would come to me. “ My husband and Jose came ahead, and shot the jaguar through the win¬ dow ; but my husband told me that when he saw the jaguar in the house he felt as if stifled. “I could not move a joint of the hand for many weeks afterward. The Indians gave me medicine to heal it, and they say that after a while I can use it again. I did not need this inju¬ ry to make me remember that day. If I were to live a thousand years I could not forget the terrible moments I spent in that chest.”— Argonaut. J Remarkable Bool The following letter from a well known lady in Florence, says the Boston Advertiser, describes a remarO able book, made and decorated by a Boston lady: I am sure you and many Bostonians will be glad to hear of Miss Alexander’s book,recently bought by Buskin, for his Sheffield museum, and for which he paid $3000. It is a large quarto, and text, music, and pictures are done by her own hand in pen and ink. It has taken her four years to do it. Buskin saw it but once, and the next day wrote to her mother a most flattering letter, and offered more than her price which she would not take. It is the folklore of the Tuscan contadini, and often taken down from their own lips. Many pages are headed by a few bars of music, giving the air for the legend, The text is like copper-plate, and writ ten in Italian and English verses, side by side on the same page; the verses framed or separated by exquisite draw ings of beautiful mountain plants in digenous to the region. It would be vain to attempt a description of the beauty of the faces in the pictures. She says they are portraits, and she no doubt thinks she has faithfully copied the men, women and babies that she lives among every summer, and that she has glorified and immor¬ talized as Madonnas, Josephs, and Christ childs; but I see in them that inspiration that quite unconsciously works through and above one's model to one’s ideal; and they are more beau tiful, more holy, and more refined than the old master’s ideals, The first picture is the view from her home here in town in Prazza Santa Maria Novella, and takes in the beautiful arches of the cloisters of that church. Some are mountains that are the home of the legends, and some have even idealized cows and asses in the pictured Christ story. Miss Alexander is a Boston woman, and says she never took a lesson in her life. She, as you know, is daughter of a portrait-painter, well known there years ago, and one of whom we are all proud. The book is unique and it is a rare treat to look it over. The peasant woman who turns the leaves and shows the book, and who has lived twenty years with her mistress, and loves her, is a study. She does it with a reverence and appre< ciation charming to see. The book has made such a stir here that names are down for several weeks to see it, as only four can look comfortably at it at once, and then it goes to England. There is a dark red line on the mat¬ ting of the House of Commons about a pace from the benches. It was origi¬ nally intended to prevent members drawing their swords on each other, and it is to-day considered out of order for a member, when debating, to out¬ step it by more than six inches. The Teachability of Oysters ^ common to quote the oyster as the lowest example of stupidity, or ab sence anything mental, and, as it i a beadless creature, the accusation m '8bt not seem wholly unfounded, ^et ^be oyster is not such a fool but ^bat it can learn by experience, for Dicquemase asserts that, if it be taken from a depth never uncovered by the sea, it opens its shell, loses the water within, and perishes. But oysters taken from the same depth, if kept in reservoirs where they are occasionally left uncovered for a short time, learn to keep their shells closed, and then live for a much longer time when taken out of the water. This fact is also stated by Bingley, and is now turned to practical account in the so-called “oyster-schools” of France. The distance from the coast to Paris being too great for the newly dredged oysters to travel without op¬ ening their shells, they are first taught in the schools to bear a longer and long¬ er exposure to the air without gaping, and when their education in this re¬ spect is completed, they are sent on their journey to the metropolis, where they arrive with closed shells and in a healthy condition .—Popular Science Monthly. A Remedy for a Troubled Mind A bachelor who had been paying his attentions to a farmer’s family, in which were four daughters, all of whom had placed their husbands under wooden monuments in the cemetery, had struck up an acquaintance with a wheat “corner” during a visit to Chi. cago, and returned home a very sad man. The evening of his arrival home found the young man at the farmer’s house, and together with the widows and old man was seated on the steps of the family mansion. The young man was unusually cast down, and the farmer, noticing his dejected appear, ance, and attributing it to a desire to relieve his mind of the load, thought he would assist him in unloading. So, taking him by the arm, he led him down to the gate, thinking to give him an opportunity to free liis mind, and also himself from an incumbrance of at least one daughter. The young man, who was constantly thinking of the large amount of money he had lost while in Chicago, quietly observed: “Farmer Jenks, what might be a remedy for a troubled mind?” “Well,” replied the farmer, “I reckon a widow mite.” The young man took a tumble and took the mite prescribed .—Carl Pret zel's Weekly. Ancestral Resemblances. A recent writer on heredity points out the fact that resemblances will cro P out in families after centuries have elapsed. There is a picture of Governor Winthrop hanging up in the Massachusetts State house. Ex-Speaker Winthrop not long since took his seat under the portrait, and every one was astonished at the resemblance, between the old Puritan and his living descend ant in our day. The Hapsburgs, the reigning family of Austria, have a series of family portraits extending back six hundred years. The likenesses are extraordinary, and all, or nearly all the mouths have a peculiarly-shaped under lip. Henry of Navarre, the French monarch, assassinated by a priest, is reproduced in form and fea ture by his descendant, the Due de Nemours. The Jewish race is another instance of a certain type of form and feature maintaining its uniformity over eighteen hundred years. This ex’ traordinary people have been scattered over the earth, and subjected to every variety of climatic and local conditions; yet in Russ'ia, Arabia, Morocco, Ger¬ many, England, or the United States, there is a family resemblance which cannot be mistaken.— Demorest. Woman as a Counselor. A woman's advice is generally worth having; so, if you are in any trouble, tell your mother, or your wife, or your sister all about it. Be assured that light will flash upon your darkness. Women are too commonly judged ver¬ dant in all but purely womanish af¬ fairs. No philosophical students of the sex thus judge them. Their intu¬ itions or insight are most subtle, and if they cannot see a cat in the meal there is no cat there. I advise a man to keep none of his affairs from his wife. Many a home has been saved and many a fortune retrieved by a man’s confidence in his wife. Woman is far more a seer and a prophet than a man, if she be given a fair chance. As a general rule the wives confide the mi¬ nutest of their plans and thoughts to their husbands. Why not reciprocate, if but for the pleasure of meeting con¬ fidence with confidence ? The men who succeed best in life are those who, make confidants of their wives. PUBLISHERS. NO. 37. ntJioROua. The good dye young when their new mustaches come out red. There’s a skeleton in every closet and old pieces of rusty wire in every back yard. A modern philosopher thinks that early rising is well enough as far as bread is concerned. “What made the mule kick you?" “Do you think I was fool enough to go back and ask him?” How rapidly a man loses all interest in politics and national finances when he shuts the door on his own thumb. “Oh. Mabel dear, you act so queer, what makes you act so forlorn ?” “Oh John—boo—boo! you’d act so too, if you had such a corn.” / A Hew York druggist is going to open twenty-four soda fountains in London. His scheme will result in a fortune or a grand fizz. Professor Huxley says that the pres¬ ence of a rat in the house always in¬ dicates a connection with a sewer. This will surprise many people who don’t five within ten miles of a sewer and are troubled with rats. An English servant girl, who had returned from the United States to visit her friends at home, was told that she “looked really aristocratic.” To which she responded: “Yes, in America all of us domestics belong to the hire class.” A boy of eight years was asked by his teacher where the zenith was. He replied: “The spot in the heavens directly over one’s head.” To test his knowledge further the teacher asked: “Can two persons have the same zenith at the same time?” “They can.” “How ?” “If one should stand on the other’s head.” “How many races are there?” was asked by a Kentucky school-ma’am. Up sprang a shock-headed youngster with a yard-wide smile on his face and exclaimed: “Three, the spring meet¬ ing, mid-summer speeding and fall fairs!” The teacher promptly called the principal of the school to the stand, and after a short but eartjfst conference, the embryonic Ten Broeck. was “ruled off.” “ THE MAGBAEEXA.” A Wonderful Formation of • in New Mexico. A New Mexico correspondent writes. Did you ever hear of the “Sphynx” of the Sierras, “The Magdalena.” About five miles below here one of the range separates itself from the chain, and stands out boldly and alone, rising from the valley abruptly and grandly. On one side, formed partly by the shape of the rocky ledge and partly by lich¬ ens and shrubs, is the most remarkable profile of a woman's head and bust that I ever saw. Gigantic in size, per¬ fect in outline, wonderful in expres¬ sion, is “The Magdalena,” the eye, the brow,*even the eylashes, not a feature is lacking, even to the arrangement of the hair and the turn of the neck, as with head slightly inclined she gazes down into the lovely valley below. Think of the ages that have passed and the everchanging panorama of human events gazed upon by this won¬ derful face. The remarkable b;md of adventurers under Cortez passed in re¬ view before her, followed in turn by the Jesuit priests, who took up the un¬ finished work of their predecessors and carried it to a conclusion by establish¬ ing their mission through all this broad frontiers. Next came the valor¬ ous band of American troops who made their way on foot from the Mis¬ souri riner across mountain range and plain until they knocked at the gates of the Montezumas. Then comes the equally valiaht prospector, who in spite of Apaches, in spite of all the necessaries even, of life, which he has had to leave behind him, with a pick in one hand and a Winchester rifle in the other, searches for the hidden wealth of the country; as a result come railroads, towns, schools, churches and a host of people, who finally complete the task begun centuries ago, and the wilderness blossoms with all that makes life worth living. All these events has the “Magdalena” seen, and still looks down calmly and serene, waiting for the future. This is a wonderful country, the air is mild and balmy, like your best April weather* the sky is blue overhead, and the grass under foot golden, sprinkled here and there with clumps of the evergreen Spanish dagger, with its long, straight blades and sharp points, which the horses won’t touch with their feet if they can help it, as they know by ex¬ perience how keenly they penetrate. The solitude is grand, but oppressive, and the valleys almost level, miles in breadth, but hemmed in by mountain peaks on every hand of enormous size »mt hisirf' If it were not for the tnaltiierous Apaches it would be a paradise on earth.