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THE 4 INCOLNTON NEWS J. E>. COLLEY & CO., VOL. I. MERY DEPOT. W. J. POLLARD, umcm ml WINK MU. MANUFA.CTUBBB of W. 1. Pollard’s Champion Cotton Gin Feeders & Condensers,^ Smiths M Power Cotton KHay Press. General agent for Grain Threshers and Separators and Agricultural Sons’ Agricultural, Imple¬ ments, Fairbanks & Co.’a Standard Scales, etc. Talbot & Portable and Stationary and Steam Engines and Boilers, Saw Mills, Grist Mills, etc. 0. & G. Cooper & Co- ’s Traction Engines, Portable and Agricul¬ tural Engines, Watertown Agricultural, Portable and Stationary Steam En¬ gines, Saw Mills, etc. GoodaU & 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. OF ALL KINDS. Belting, Packing, Brass Fittings, Iron Fittings, Iron Pipe, Rubber Hose and everything that can be used on or about maohinery. Cotton Mill Supplies a speaialty. Tools of all kinds, Hancock Inspirators, etc. Finally, I desire furnish to make the machine business a complete success, and will guarantee to 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. i 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 Cheaper than Ever. WE DEFY COMPETITION Our New Catalogue will be Ready in Tea Days. Write for one. J. L. BOWLES & CO *9 717 AND 839 BROAD STREET, AUGUSTA, CA. JAMES HINES, SUCCESSOR TO P. H. NOROTN, 'Washington - - Ga • V —DEALB.C IN— Groceries* and Plantation Supplies. Bagging and Ties, Meat and Bard, 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 atthe Lowest Diving Rates.” At Mrs. El Brum Clark’s T.adie3 will find New and Stylish Neck WKA.B. Look at the Fesne Laces. They innsfc be seen to be appreciated. The Latest Styles in Hats and Bonnets re¬ ceived weekly during the season. Our Mourning Bonnets and Crepe Veils are keep unsurpassed best in quality and price. We Klbboils—overy English Crepes, new Lisse Kuching:, ity W wiclt h, color and qual Biack Silk Gloves, Mourning wear; Chil arori .New a Styles; Hosiery in excellent quality—some Bndal Corsots, Veiling Hoop Skirts, Tour rnvires, and Gloves; all kinds of Veiling, Brussel’s Nets; Nets of all kinds. Great variety of Lace^—B lack, White and Cream. Embroidery Silk, best Knitting feilk, New Jewelry, hewing Silk, Lusterless Buttons in latest styles, Fins, Jet Bracelets, Ear¬ rings, other styles &c., Coin Silver Jewelry and Work, Lace entirely Pillow new; Material for Fancy New Hair Goods—pretty Shams, Splashers, &c. styles. and becoming ter” . “ ^ Caps—m lo ”Cap\“ the Fez” new colors Caps, for “TamO’Shan- Children. Hand-Knitted Goods for Infants, Infants’ Caps 3Tan in Lace, Velvet and Satin. Our Stock cf 3y Goods is too varied to itemize. We are prepared to furnish anything in tho MiLliiNERY Line, and to fill orders promptly. tended to Orders from the country at Hisappodit. as Our soon as received. We never friends in adjacent coun¬ ties will find it to their interest to send to ns. We will mako any purchases for them in the ci ty free of commission. We guarantee Prices and Quality. 8t9 Bboad Steeev is the place to obtain Stylish Articles call. for a Lady’s Toilet Give ns a THE AUGUSTA, ELBE Ft TO TV AND CHICAGO RAILROAD. SAMUEL H. MYERS, SUCCESSOR T MYERS & MARCUS, 838 & 840 Broad Street, AUGUSTA, G-A- WHOLESALE JOBBER OF DRY GOODS, NO. TIONS, SHOES. HATS AND CLOTHING. I ■. ANDERSON, COTTON FACTOR —AND— Commission Merchant, —AT THE— O'd Stand of R. A Fleming, m Reynolds Street, Augusta, 6a' Personal attention given to all business T. Love Fuller, so well known in Lincoln' and who for many years has been with Young & Hack, is in charge, and wrill be glad to see his many friends. Murphey, HarmonS Co., NCOLNTON, GA., TOMBSTONES, MONUMENTS PUT UP TO LAST. Work Guaranteed, Refer to their work throughout Lincoln county. Prices Very Low. P. HANSBERGER, -MANUFACTURER OF CIGARS, -AND DEALER IN— Tobacco, Pipes and Smokers’ Articles. Cigarettes to the trade a specialty. Manu¬ factory on Ellis street. Fireworks by whole¬ sale. 70<i Broad street, AUGUSTA, GA. W. N. MERCIER, COTTON FACTOR AND General Commission Merchant, No. 3 Warren Block, Augusta, Ga. Will give personal and undivided at leu tion to the Weighing and Selling of Cotton Liberal Gash Advances made on Consign menta. LINCOLNTON, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 27, 1883. IVhere the Feme a rote. In quiet nooks, Where flows the Bummer brooks, Or in the forests at the green trees* feet— A sweet retreat— Grow the ferns. In cool, /lurk caves, 'Wlioso walls the streamlet laves, Even where the giant rocks ara towering steepest And glooming deepest, Grow the ferns. Where no one sees rhem bending to tlio breeze, Sheltered by some old ruin grim and lioary, In summer glory Grow the ferns. A Mining Story. “ ‘Eureka gold mining company.’ Don’t it look important on paper? I tell you, boys, we’ve got a good thing, but we must work!” said Tim Flynn, glancing at the piece of paper in his hand. “Yes,” replied Joe Bagly with a sleepy vawnT “bat let’s go to roost now. We can’t do anything more to¬ night.” The men, eight in number, had been sitting -around a camp fire discussing their prosp ects. The Eureka mine originally belonged to a party of East¬ ern capitalists, who, having worked it for a short time and finding it did not “pan out” according to expectations, sold their interest to the men who had just taken possession of the property, Which they firmly believed would prove an El Dorado. They were poor in purse, for they had had invested their all in the new venture, but were rich in hope and courage. “It is a well-known fact,” Flynn would assert twenty times a day, “that the Eureka is on a range with the famous Empire, which yields as high as thirty thousand per ton, and we are sure to strike the same vein. Some day we will wake up to find ourselves millionaires. It is only a question of time.” The next morning seven of the men, who were the actual owners, began work, leaving Si Reed, whom they termed silent partner, to do the chores about the camp. Reed was pale and thin and had an anxious, expectant look upon his face. He seldom spoke to anyone, which fact had gained him the soubriquet of Silent or Si Reed. He was devotedly attached to Flynn, who had befriended him while in Sacramento, and exhibited such sincere grief when he heard of his intended departure for the mines, that Flynn Invited him to join the party. The miners worked like beavers, delving down into the earth that each felt certain held in her virgin bosom the gold which would enrich them. They began their labors at the first streak of dawn, toiling unceasingly through the entire day, each dreaming his own dream of future greatness. Weeks sped by; pan after pan was washed, the contents examined, then thrown aside. But they were not dis¬ heartened. The gold was there. The next blow of the pick might reveal it. One evening, after supper, Joe Bagly said; “How’s the fodder,SI? Last another week, eh?” “No, hardly enough for another week.** “You must put us on low rations then. What d’ye say, boys ?” “Agreed,” they answered In chorus. The next day, when Si gave each man his portion, they laughingly de¬ clared that Flynn had received the lion’s share—which was true; for Reed had robbed himself in order that his friend should have his usual supply, albeit no one suspected the bit of self sacrifice. The week was stealing away and they had not “struck it.” The hearts of the miners were growing heavy with dread. Yet they dared not give vent to their fears. Each felt that success depended upon his indi¬ vidual courage, and no one was will¬ ing to dampen the ardor of the others by expressing doubts of their ultimate triumph. One day, while seated on the ground eating their midday meal, a little girl appeared before them. “Hello!" cried Flynn, springing to his feet, “where did you come from? “Please, sir, I’ve bin walking ever so far. Ma saw yer camp-fire las ’ night, and told me how to get here. 6he couldn’t come herself, ’cause Freddie’s sick. May I sit down ? I’m awful tired.” She glanced timidly at the men, then at the empty pot in which the dinner of beans and bacon had been cooked. “Where does your ma live ?” inquired Bagly. “She doesn’t live nowhere. We’re a hunting for pa.” "Did you expect to find ’im here?” “No, sir; but we’re hungry, and ma thought you’d give us somethin’ to eat.” The men roared with laughter. Something to eat, when they had just devoured their last cut of bacon. “Not another mouthful, boys. We must give the chick what’s left,” said Bagly, scraping the remains of each dinner into his own tin plate. “Here, little ’un, eat this, and when you’ve satisfied the cravin’s, ye can tell us where ye come from.” “Please, I’d rather take it to Freddie, pleaded the child, “’cause he’s little an’ sick.” . “Ye ain’t bigger’n a pint of cider yerself,” laughed IJaglv. “Eat it, an we’ll give ye some for the others.” The promise satisfied the child, who quickly devoured the contents of the dish. “Been on low rations, too, I reckon,” chuckled one of the men. “Now tell us about yoiu mother. Where is she, and whose trail is she on ?” said Flynn. “She’s ’way down there in an old log-house where nobody lives. We was going to Kiwanna camp, ’cause we heard pa was there, but Freddie took sick, and ma’s afraid he’ll die; so if ye’ll please give me some wittles I’ll go back, ’cause she’s alone.” “What’ll we do, boys?” asked Bagly. “We can’t leave the critters there; some of us must go with the chick and bring them here.” “Reed can be spared,” suggested one of the men. “Bah!” interrupted Ben Skinner, a surly, ill-natured fellow—“Reed, with his white face, that grows whiter every day! If the woman saw him she’d think death had come for the young¬ ster, sure.” The men glanced toward Si, who w*as leaning against a tree, apparently oblivious of what was going on around him, and evidently did not hear the unfeeling remark. “Look here, boys,” remarked Flynn, gravely, “our larder is about empty, and we must replenish it. Let’s draw lots to decide w r ho will ride into town for provender. We are out of funds, but this,” taking a valuable watch from his pocket, “can be left as secu¬ rity.” “And this can keep it company,” said Bagly, producing a handsome pis tol. Skinner drew the slip of paper upon which the word “go” was written. “The little gal can sit before ye, and ye can stop at the cabin and give this, the last of our hard tack, to the woman,” said Bagly. Fleetwood, their only horse, was quickly saddled, and Skinner started on his errand. “Tell yer ma to fight her luck a few hours longer, and when supplies come we’ll give ye a rousing supper,” shout¬ ed Bagly, as they rode away. When some distance from the hut Skinner put the girl down; gave her the biscuit and resumed his journey. In the evening Flynn and Bagly went over to the hut, intending to bring the woman and her children up to camp. “Skinner will get back about eight o’clock. I guess the sick boy only wants a little feeding up to make him all right,” remarked Flynn as they ap. proached the hut. They found the woman seated on the rough floor with the boy on her lap, and Maggie, their, late visitor, at her side sound asleep. With tearless sobs she related her sad story. About five years before, or when Freddie was only a few weeks old, her husband left her to join a party of prospectors who were going to the Sierra Nevada re¬ gion, and she had never heard from or seen him since. She waited until her funds were nearly exhausted ; then made her way to Sacramento. While supporting her children as best she could, she learned that the party had broken camp; her husband had been brought to Sacramento and placed in a hospital, where he remained a long time seriously ill with brain fever. She traced him to the hospital, only to find that he had gone away again; no one could tell whither. Recently she learned that a man answering his description, and bearing the same name, was work¬ ing in the Kiwanna mines, and she was on her way them He had always been a fond husband and father, and she believed he had searched for her also, but they had missed each other. The two men were deeply moved as they listened to the story of her suffer¬ ings, and, after much persuasion, in¬ duced her to return to camp with them; promising|thatone of the miners .would go the following day to Kiwanna, about ten miles distant, and make inquiries concerning the person she supposed was her husband. Without further ceremony Flynn wrapped the boy in the blanket he had brought for the purpose, and Bagly trudged along with Maggie in his arms. When the party reached camp it was past the time set for Skinner’s return, but he had not arrived. A bed of brushwood covered with a blanket was arranged for the guests, and after they had lain down the men lighted their pipes and gathered around the fire > conversing in low whispers and listen¬ ing eagerly for the sound of the,horse'3 footsteps. “He oughter bin here long afore this,” said Hagly, rousing himself from a brown study. “Boys, he’s scooted.” The suggestion fell like a bombshell; no one spoke for a moment, then Bag ly resumed: “He’s got your watch, Flynn—my pistol and Fleetfoot. He’s gone sure as shootin’. I saw the cussedness a shinin’ in his eyes when he drew the slip.” The others were loth to accept their comrade’s suggestion, but all crept to their resting-places with heavy hearts “We kin live on bean3,” muttered Bagly, “but what will become of the woman an’ her kids ?” In the morning there was consider¬ able excitement in Eureka camp. Two of the men, Bagly and Reed, were mis¬ sing. After a protracted search the latter was found near a clump of bushes some distance away in an un¬ conscious state, having apparently fal¬ len in a fit. They carried him back to camp, laid the limp form on a bramble bed and gazed at each other in blank dismay. “Call the woman; p’raps she’ll know what to do,” advised Tom Knowles. The woman did not wait to be called. Seeing that something was amiss she approached the group. The next mom. ent a heartrending cry burst from her lips. Failing upon her knees she threw her arms around the sick man and kissed his still, white face in a wild, distracted way. A slight tremor passed over Reed’s frame. He opened his eyes, looked wistfully at the woman bending over him. Then a gleam of intelligence illuminated his countenance; he recog¬ nized the faithful wife from whom he had been so long separated by a singu¬ lar freak of fate. For one brief mo¬ ment soul met soul. He raised bis hand heavenward, murmured faintly, “Up there, Maggie,” then earned his soubri¬ of Silent Reed. A solemn stillness prevailed around Eureka camp when Flynn and his com¬ rades returned from their unsuccessful search for Bagly. The remainder of the party were sitting around in des¬ pondent attitudes, while Mrs. Reed, with the sick child on her knees and one hand fondly resting on the dead man’s face, looked the very embodi¬ ment of inconsolable grief. Flynn— tender-hearted Tom Flynn—how his burly frame shook with sobs as the touching death scene was described to him. “Boys,” he said huskily, “we must face our hard luck like heroes. I have insisted all along that the Eureka held a fortune for each of us, because I be¬ lieved it. But—” it cost him a strug¬ gle to utter the next words, which were the extinguishment of the hope that had enabled them to endure privation and hunger without a murmur. “But,” he went on, “I was mistaken. After that poor creature has grown accus¬ tomed to her sorrow we will bury poor Si and pull up stakes. We won’t abandon them, boys. For his sake we must protect those lie loved.” The others heartily agreed to the last clause. While arranging their plans for the future, little Maggie bounded down the hillside, singing blithely, unconscious of the bereave¬ ment that had befallen her. “Look!” she shouted gleefully, “what nice stones I have found. Full of bright specks jes like eyes.” Flynn took the stone she held to¬ ward him. Ilis face, rough and weather¬ beaten, grew pallid with sudden joy. “Boys,” he whispered, in a tone of suppressed excitement, “she has ‘struck it.’ Where did you find this, Maggie ?” “Way up there, past the big hole,” she replied, vaguely wondering at his white face. In a moment the men fell into line, Maggie leading the way to the spot where she found the precious stone. As they passed the mouth of the pit, the scene of their fruitless labors, Flynn stopped to get a shovel. The others followed his example, carrying with them the implements they had cast down in a hopeless way the night previous. They set to work silently, being too much excited to speak. If disappointment awaited them now ! No, two or three blows, such as had never been dealt before, told them that they had “struck it” at last. They paused, looked at each other for a mo¬ ment, then the hills echoed and re¬ echoed with the shout of triumph that burst simultaneously from their lips. They returned to camp, Flynn carry, ing Maggie on his shoulder, just as Bagly appeared in sight with a bag of provisions on his back. In a few words he explained how, before daylight, he had started for Kiwanna to beg food for the woman and her children. After a hasty dinner some of the men went to select a pleasant spot in which to lay the remains of their comrade, and Flvnn set out for town to mako ar- rangements about having the camp supplied with provisions. Several hours later he returned in high spirits and related how he had encountered Skinner in a tavern, and demanded the return of the horse, watch and pistol that had been entrus¬ ted to him. He blustered and swore for a while, and finally agreed to sell hi 3 claim for the articles he had already appropriated to his ow*n use. Flynn did not apprise him of the lucky turn of Fortune’s wheel, but took precau¬ tions to have the exchange legally drawn up and signed. “He played us a mean trick,” con¬ cluded Flynn, “but I got the best of him, and now* I propose to transfer his share to the orphans and widow of our old friend.” No dissenting voice was raised against the proposition; furthermore, they all declared that Maggie should henceforth be called the Ward of the Eureka Min¬ ing Company. The next day Si was buried, and a week later, when the success of the mine had become an established fact, Mrs. Reed and her children were taken back to Sacramento. The sudden change of fortune, coupled with the death of her husband, proved too much for the poor woman, and the two -or¬ phans became the actual wards of the Eureka Mining Company. A Fine City Canton is one of the finest Chinese cities, and is superior to any I have yet seen in cleanliness and good order. The people are intelligent, active and business-like; and its narrow streets are filled with a stream of men and women, as unceasing as the stream that flows over London bridge daily. As I pass along the streets in a chair, it is one continuous fight for passage room; and the various collisions that occur provoke groans on both sides from the chair-bearers and carriers of goods. Now a great basket of green s bumps against the sides, and now a pig inclosed in a basket is brought up against the chair, to the mutual alarm of pig and passenger. Presently, another chair comes down in the opposite direction, and perhaps con¬ tains a portly mandarin in official garb. Then, a great shouting ensues on both sides, and a tangle, in which the man. darin makes the most of the opportun¬ ity to look at the foreign lady. Then the chairs extricate themselves, and on patter the bearers. Crash goes the chair against a child’s head, but the head seems used to such treatment; and, while I involuntarily cry out and raise my hands, the child makes no sound. And the men rush on, pro¬ voking it may be, in their hot haste, the occasional unfriendly sound of “Frankeie” (foreign devil). The streets present a very curious appearance, being hung with long, colored signboards, which have the ap¬ pearance of banners streaming. Among these, glinting out brightly in the sun¬ light, are gorgeous lanterns and colored lamps, so that the streets present a festive aspect even on ordinary occa¬ sions. The names of the streets are characteristic of Chinese inflation of style. I am staying in the street of Benevolence and Love. One street is called Street of Everlasting Love; another, Street of Refreshing Breezes; another, Street of a Thousand Beauti tudes; another. Street of a Thousand Grandsons. Perhaps grandmothers at home would feel that these two streets mean one and the same thing, and I suppose the Chinese 'grandmammas would be quite willing to indorse that sentiment.— National Baptist. Relation of lYintls to Health. The results of careful and protracted meteorological observations by Dr. Prestel, the German physicist, shows that it is possible to discover the origi¬ nal cause of diseases that are depen¬ dent upon the climate and the weather, by a proper study of the winds as observed at that place—in fact,that the climatic character of any region is exactly represented by the nature of the winds, and from their nature at different places their salu¬ brity can be determined with much safety. Again, he finds that the winds and the character of the weather are ident ical with each other for any given month, the sickness, however, depend¬ ing rather upon the climate of the preceding month, evidently because in it began the sickness which appears recorded, perhaps, in the statistical tables of the succeeding weeks and months. Dr. Prestel remarks that the most unfavorable condition of the atmosphere is a long period of prevail¬ ing calm, or very slight breezes; thus, in many climatic diseases, as malaria, yellow fever, etc., it appears that when they become epidemic there has pre¬ ceded that time a long period of calm weather, the lowest stratum of air resting quietly upon the earth. PUBLISHERS. NO. 41. HVBOROV8. There Is nothing slow about a bur¬ glar. He works pry. The cork is the article that always gets in a tight place. “Seats in the Chicago produce ex¬ change are quoted at about 15000.’' No, thank you, we are not tired. We prefer to stand. A case is on record where a barber and his victim were both happy. The former talked on without interruption and the latter was deaf. A poet asks: “Where are the springs of long ago?” The probabili¬ ties are that they have followed the winters of the tenth century. A Chicago exchange has a long article on “Stocking Ponds.” Are we to understand that Chicago girls rent their cast-off hose for reservoirs ? Husband—I want to tell you some good news. I have just had my life insured.” Wife—“Your life! That’s just the way with you selfish men. You would never think of having my life insured.” A book just published is entitled “How to Make $500 Yearly Profit with Twelve Hens.” We have read the book, but we suppose the author’s receipt is to sell the corn they would annually eat and then kill the hens. “I notice one thing about this hotel, said one drummer to another as the pair were seated at dinner; “the people here understand the art of bread-mak¬ ing.” “So they do,” was the response^ “but they can’t help it you see; it is inn-bread.” “Dear me!” cried Mrs. Blossom, as she laid down the paper, “It does seem to me as if those state militia fellows are always in trouble. Here’s an account of a recent inspection where the company turned out 58 men. Too bad, ain’t it?” Bote to Act in a Tornado. Sergeant John P. Finley, Signal-Ser¬ vice officer at Kansas City, Missouri, has published, in a pamphlet on torna¬ does, some useful directions concern¬ ing the course to be taken to escape jthe dangers of those terrible forces.; The inhabitant of a tornado-frequented' district must be watchful in the season 1 ^of visitations, for he can never know when the destruction will come upon him. On the first sign of the approach¬ ing vortex he must run—always to the north, unless by going in that direction’ he will have to cross the entire path of the storm. If he is nearer to the south¬ ern edge than to the center of the prob¬ able path, he may go south, bearing slightly east; but in no event should' he ever run directly to the east or north¬ east. It is impossible to save any building that may lie in the path of the tornado, or any property that can not be got out of its way. No mate¬ rial, no method of construction can be competent to resist the raging destruc¬ tion. Nothing rising above the ground can escape it. The most practicable measure of precaution is to construct a “dug-out” at some suitable point within easy distance from the house, to serve as a place of refuge or shelter The retreat should be entirely under¬ ground, with a roof at least three feet thick, not rising above the surface of the earth, and entered from the north¬ ern or eastern side. A “ cellar-cave ” may be constructed from the cellar, if the house has one, to serve as a sub¬ stitute for the “dug-out.” It should be excavated from the west wall of the cellar, toward the west, and should be made as complete and secure as the “dug-out.” If, however, the storm can not be escaped, if no refuge is at hand, or there is not time to get to it, the safest thing to do is to place one’s self against the west wall of the cel¬ lar, face forward, or against the south wall, as near the southwest corner as possible. The northeast quarter is in any case a fatal position, and should always be avoided. If one is actually overtaken by the tornado, his only re. source is to cast himself face down, ward upon the ground, with his head to the east and his arms thrown over his head to protect it. If a stump or large stone, or anything heavy that the wind will not blow over, is near, he may get a trifle of protection by throw¬ ing himself to the eastward of it. If in a house with no cellar, he should get into the west room, on the ground floor if possible, and away from all stoves and heavy furniture. The peo¬ ple of towns might find it to their ad¬ vantage to provide for having a watch, to be on duty on all days when the air bears the premonitory symptoms of a violent wind storm, to give a signal to the whole population on the appear ance of the first real threatening signs. The signs of the formation and ap¬ proach of a tornado cloud are distinct and sufficiently suggestive to afford opportunity for timely and concerted action .—Popular Science Monthly.