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THE LINCOLNTON NEWS
J. D. COLLEY & CO.,
VOL. I.
MACHINERY DEPOT.
W. J. POLLARD,
MANUFACTURER anil MANUFACTURERS’ AGENT.
manufacturer of
W. J. Pollard’s Champion Cotton Gin
Feeders & Contemers,!& Siitli’s Hand Power Cotton &!Hay Press.
General agent for Grain Threshers and Separators and <fc Agricultural Imple¬
ment®, Fairbanks & Co.’s Standard Scales, etc. Talbot Sons’ Agricultural,
Portable and Stationary and Steam Engines and Boilers, Saw Mills, Grist
Mills, eto. 0. <fc G. Cooper* Co.’s Traction Engines, Portable and Agricul¬
tural Engines, Watertown Agricultural, Portable and Stationary Steam En¬
gines, Saw Mills, etc. Goodall * Waters’ Steam Wood Working Kreible’s Machinery. W. L.
Bradley’s Standard. Fertilizers. The Dean Pump. Vibrating
Cylinder Steam Engines Otto’B Silent Gas Engines. Acme Pulverizing Har¬
row, Clod Crasher and Leveler.
MACHINERY OF ALL KINDS.
Belting, Packing, Brass Fittings, Iron Fittings, Iron Pipe, Rubber Hose and
everything that can t»e used on or about machinery. Cotton Mill Supplies a
specialty. Tools of all kinds, Hancock Inspirators, etc. Finally, I desire to
make the machine tsnsiness a complete success, and will guarantee to fnmish
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 certain for furnishing the best and most
reliable work found, anywhere. Be to call on
W. J - . POIjXj.A_K.3D 7
731, 734 & 736 Reynolds Street,
AUGUSTA, GEORGIA.
mu bums
IN
FURNITURE.
II we don’t Beal 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.,
717 AND 839 BROAD STREET,
AUGUSTA, CA.
JAMES HINES,
SUCCESSOR TO
P. H. NOROTN,
W ashington. - ■ Ga.,
—DEALRF 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 Neok
weab. Look at the Fxbns Laces. They
must be seen to he appreciated.
The Latest Styles in Hats and Bonnets re¬
ceived weekly during the season.
Onr Mourning Bonnets and Crepe Veils
nre keep unsurpassed best in quality and price. We
New Ribbons—every English Crepes, new Lisse Ruching,
ity. width, color and qual¬
Black Silk Gloves, Mourning wear; Chil¬
dren a Hosiery in excellent quality—some
New Styles; Corsets, Hoop Skirts, Tour
mMe"-. Bridal Veiling and Gloves; all kinds
of Veiling, Brussel’s Nets; Nets of all
kinds.
Great variety of Lacks —Black, White and
Cream. Embroidery Silk, best Knitting
Silk, Sewing Silk, Buttons in latest styles,
New Jewelry, Lusterless J et Bracelets, Ear¬
rings, other styles Fins, Ac., Coin Silver Jewelry and
Work, Lace entirely Pillow new; Shams, Material for Fancy
New Hair Goods—pretty Splashers, Ac.
styles. and becoming
ter” “Polo”Caps, Caps—in the “Fez” Caps, “TamO’Shan
new colors for Children.
Hand-Knitted Goods for Infants, Infants’
Caps Fumy in Lace, Velvet and Satin. Our Stock
of Goods is too varied to itemize.
We are prepared to fnmish anything in
the Millmeby Line, and to fill orders
promptly. tended Orders from the country at¬
to as soon as received. We never
Disappoint. Onr friends in adjacent coun¬
ties will find it to their interest to send to us.
We will mako nn? purchases for them in the
city free of commission.
We guarantee Prices and Quality.
Stylish 81?BboadStbeev Articles for is Lady's the place Toilet. to obtain
Give a
us a call.
THE AUGUSTA, ELBERTON AND CHICAGO RAILROAD.
SA * uEl H - HrERS '
SUCCESSOR T
MYERS & MARCUS,
838 & 840 Broad Street,
AUGUSTA, GA.
WHOLESALE JOBBER OF DRY GOODS, NO.
TIONS, SHOES. HATS AND CLOTHING.
J, M. ANDERSON *
COTTON FACTOR
—AND—
Commission Merchant,
—AT THE—
Old Stand of R. A. Fleming,
903 Reynolds Street, Augusta, 6a'
Personal attention given to all business
T. Love Fullor, so veil known in Lincoln
and who for many years has been with
Young & Hack, is in charge, and will be glad
vo see his many friends. .
Murphey, Harmon & Co.,
NCOIhNTON, 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 n specialty. Mann
factory on Ellis street. Fireworks by whole¬
sale.
70(i Broad street, AUGUSTA, GA.
W. N. MERGIER,
COTTON FACTOR AND
General Commission Merchant,
No. 3 Warren Block,
*
Augusta, Ga.
Will give personal and undivided atl.n
tion to the Weighing and Selling of Ootton
Liberal Gash Advances mad* on Consign
meat*.
LINCOLNTON, GA., FBIDAY, AUGUST 10, 1883.
By Ships.
1/ all the ships I have at sea
Should come a-sailing home to me,
Weighed down with jewels aDd with gold—
Ah, well! the harbor oonld not hold
So man; ships as there would be
11 all m; ships came in trom sea.
It hall my ships came home from sea,
And brought their precious freight to me—
Ah, well! I should have wealth as great
As an; king who sits in state—
So rich the treasures that would be
In half my ships now out at sea.
II just one ship I have at sea
Should come a-sailing home to me—
Ah, well! the storm-clouds then might frown;
For if the others all went down,
Still rich and proud and glad I’d be,
If that one ship came back to me.
It that one ship went down at sea,
And all the others came to me
Weighed down with gems and wealth untold,
With glory, honor, riches, gold,
The poorest soul on earth I’d be,
If that one ship came not to me.
0 skies, be calm! O winds, blow free!
Blow all my ships safe home to me!
But if thou sendcst some a-wrack
,To never more come sailing back,
Send any, all, that skim the sea,
But bring my love-ship home to me!
—EUa metier.
DEADLY POLITENESS.
A YOUNG PREACHER’S EXPERIENCE
ON THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER.
“Nearly every man who ever travel¬
ed on the Mississippi river in the old
days can relate an interesting expe¬
rience,” said fee Rev. Mr.- Jackson, a
minister whose reputation as an im¬
passioned orator has gone beyond the
boundaries of Arkansas. “There was
something about a Mississippi river
experience that tended to aid in vivid
reproduction. The grand floating
drawing rooms, the wealth displayed
at every turn, and the studied polite¬
ness and conventional ceremony of a
supposed good breeding which you
everywhere meet, all come up at once
in reportrayal of a character which,
thus surrounded, you have contem¬
plated. But all of this politeness and
exhibition of good breeding, I must
say, was but the white foam on a
muddy water. It was the courtesy
that could grasp the hand of a new
acquaintance or shoot an old friend.
“In the spring of 18501 boarded a
grand steamer at New Orleans bound
for up the river, I was a very young
preacher at that time, and was under
orders to repair to a small community
and assist in conducting a revival.
There was something of a war being
waged between two churches, and it
stood our church in hand to concen
trates forces or loose ascendency in the
neighborhood. These were the days
of political and religious vigor, and
avowed opposition in religious contests
was regarded as being no more out of
place and in ill-keeping with the faith
than the fierce struggles engaged in
by the Whigs and Democrats. I was
told at head-quarters that another
young preacher would be sent to assist
me, and that if I needed more help to
make my demands known at once
When I boarded the boat I looked
around for my companion-in-arms,
whose name even I had not learned,
The closest search failed to discover
my assistant, and concluding that he
had either preceded or would come
after me, I dismissed the matter and
settled down to the quiet enjoyment
of the occasion.
“There was quite a number of gam¬
blers —polished gentlemen—on board,
and although I was opposed to gam¬
bling, I could not refrain from looking
on and contemplating with what seren¬
ity of countenance the gamblers
parted with thousands of dollars.”
“ ‘Won’t you take a hand?’ asked
one of the players one evening, ad¬
dressing a young, pleasant-looking
gentleman who stood near.
“ ‘I never play,’ he remarked.
(( < Won’t do you any harm.’'
“ ‘I know it won’t for I don’t intend
to play.’
“ ‘The gentleman is a rare joker,’ re¬
plied a tall man, who handled cards
with an ease and lost with a good-will
that almost challenged respect.
“ ‘Yes,’ replied the young gentle¬
man, ‘a rare joker, because it is rare
that I joke.’
U i Ah, and a punster,’ said the
tall man, relinquishing $1000 with a
smile.
u < It makes little difference to you
what I am. I came here to quietly
look on, not intending to engage in the
game or the conversation; and, espec¬
ially, not to be the butt of any jokes
that might arise from ill-luck or suc¬
cess at the table. Regardless of the
business you follow, I hope that you
are well enough acquainted with the
manners of gentlemen to treat an un¬
obtrusive looker on with civility, if
not with courtesy.’
it » You speak well,’ exclaimed the
tall man. ‘I hope that I am a gentle¬
man of good birth and education, and
I hope that I have not insulted you.
If I have, I sincerely beg your pardon.
Grant it willingly, and all will be well;
reluctantly, and, as a gentleman, which
you undoubtedly profess to be, you
know your recourse.'
“But for your last remark, I would
have heartily forgiven you of any in¬
tention to insult me. As it is, I do
not grant pardon, realizing that a gen¬
tleman is not expected to have deal¬
ings with such a man as you. And,
furthermore, let me say that I regard
you as a cowardly villain.’
“The tall man sprang to his feet and
drew a bowie knife. The quiet man
did not even look at him.
“ ‘Take that back, or I’ll rub your
heart over your face!’
“E very one arose, but no one felt
disposed to prevent bloodshed.
“ ‘I said that I regarded you as a
cowardly villain. Keep cool and I’ll
tell you why. While we were engaged
in insinuating conversation I saw you
steal a roll of bills from that man,’
pointing to one of the players. ‘Until
then, and but for the remark you
made, trying to compel a cheerful
granting of pardon, I was disposed to
pay a little attention to anything you
might say. Now, sir, I have made my
statement, I have been led into this,
and I may regret the consequences—
don’t hold him—but I shall make no
concessions.’
“The tall man’s eyes actually glared.
‘I have killed five men, and all for
less than this,’ he exclaimed. ‘Get out
of the way! I’ll cut him in two!’
“Get out of the way!’ said the quiet
man. ‘It would greatly please me if
he were to sit down and conduct him¬
self less dangerously, but if he is de¬
termined upon a wicked action, let
him be under no restraint.’
<< < You are foolish!’ exclaimed one of
the gamblers, turning to the quiet
man. ‘You are not armed, and even
if you were, Captain Aide would kill
you. I am the man from whom you
say he purloined the bills. I saw
the action but did not dare to inter¬
pose.’
“ ‘So this is Captain Aide ?’ said the
young gentleman, ‘I have heard of
him. He has a very unsavory reputa¬
tion in New Orleans, jtf well-con¬
structed reports be true, ije is not only
a thief, but a murderer.’
“Get out of my wan? howled the
captain, and, struggle* \ he threw his
conpanions aside an$ . “ing forward.
Like a sudden revolu^ >4 of a wheel
—like an action whojy-quickness can¬
not be contemplate^'' "he young man
drew a derringerji>nd sent a bullet
through the captkin’s brain, killing
him instantly.
“ ‘Gentlemen, ,( haid the quiet man,
beginning to talk ere the smoke lifted,
‘I had more than one reason for com.
mitting this deed; I was insulted as
you saw, and was in danger, as you
know; but, worst of all, that man
murdered my father. I did not con¬
template killing him, but, as I said, I
would have granted pardon for his in¬
sulting taunts. From the first,though,
I contemplate I his arrest, which I
should have accomplished, had he not
attempted to take my life. I am
sorry that I have caused such confu
sion, and I hope that you all, as I know
you will, forgive me.”
“He walked away, gracefully bow¬
ing to some one who hurried to the
scene of the tragedy. The boat was
soon landed. The captain’s acquaint¬
ance took charge of the body, and
went ashore. We were soon on our
way again, and but for certain little
influences that hung around, no one
would have known that a tragedy had
been enacted. Our band of music, a
common steamboat feature in those
days, struck up a lively air, and the
only suggestive remembrance of the
captain’s death, was the wet carpet
where a boy had mopped away the
blood.
“It was late at night when I reached
my landing. Alone I made my way
to the nearest house, where, after my
business was known, I was kindly re¬
ceived. Nevt day I attended church
and was at once escorted to the pulpit,
behind which some half dozen preach¬
ers were seated. A well-known min.
ister arose and said that two preachers
from New Orleans had arrived, Broth¬
ers Jackson (myself) and Mableson,
and that Brother Mableson would first
address the congregation. The gentle¬
man arose, and imagine my surprise
when I recognized in the preacher the
quiet young man who had killed the
captain. He delivered an eloquent,
powerful sermon, and after services
approached me, and, extending his
hand, said:
" ‘You must excuse me for not mak¬
ing myself known to you. I kept my
identity under a cloak of caution.
When I boarded the boat I recognized
my father’s murderer, and I thought
that if I revealed my identity my plans
might be frustrated. As I said, I only
intended to follow and arrest him
at the next town, but you see how it
resulted.’
“Years have passed since then, years
of intimate acquaintance between the
quiet young man and me. Some time
ago, after a successful life, I closed his
eyes in death. He smiled with sub¬
lime willingness, and went without a
groan. I never knew a truer or
kinder-hearted man .”—Arkansas Trav¬
eler.
A PRETTY PROPHETESS.
The History of One of the Hew Yorh
Fortune Tellers •
Among these magicians in New
York there is a pretty little woman
who gets into trances and calls her¬
self a clairvoyant, although she admits
quite frankly that she does not know
who she is. Years ago, when a little
child, she recollects clasping her arms
around a swing and looking dreamily
into space until it seemed to her as if
her soul was dissevered from her body
and she had visions. They were not
of her own future, but of the futur e
of others, and when she awakened
from this dream or trance only the
latter part of the closing chapter was
remembered. Her father, a stern old
puritan, was at a loss to know how to
exorcise this devil, for whippings and
punishments were of no avail. She
seized every opportunity to test this
power. As she grew older, however,
and went to school, the girls rather
shamed her out of what they called
“such nonsense.” At eighteen, having
a heart like other women, she fell in
love, married and became the mother
of two children. With busy hands and
a happy life the old pernicious tenden.
cy towards dreams and visions was
well nigh forgotten. No trance
warned her of the approach of that
unrelenting visitor, death. He came
as to the most ordinary mortals, unex¬
pected and unannounced. One morn¬
ing while she stood on the porch of
her little house, with her babe crowing
in her arms, four men approached with
a horrible burden, the inanimate form
of her husband mangled by machinery.
Then came sickness, poverty, debt and
despair. Her children were looking at
her with hungry eyes. She grew wild
and unlike herself—and was beset
anew by visions and dreams. She saw
visions of the future happiness until
finally she told a credulous woman one
day her fortune. Then another came
and another, and presently the deso.
late widow became known as a clair_
voyant—a woman with power to di_
vine the future. She went to sleep
with rigid muscles and staring eyes
and saw people’s lives unrolled before
her as an immense panorama. She
told her visitors, how friends, profess¬
ing to love them, really were implaca¬
ble enemies. She told of coming sick
ness, of good fortune for those who in¬
vested money in such and such a man¬
ner. And all this was given forth
with such burning and rapid intensity
that she never failed to convince. It is
not too much to say that whole lives
have been ordered and altered upon this
woman’s word. Friends have been sep¬
arated and brought together; wives and
husbands have been rendered happy or
miserable; money made or lost; resi¬
dences changed; business put aside;
journeys taken from one part of the
country to another. The woman her.
self, meanwhile, has made money, edu¬
cated her children, set up her son in a
lucrative business, and owns her first
little happy home for the summer’s
rest and recreation. But while she
has been busy averting the misfor
tunes of others, has she kept her own
sky free from clouds? Ah, no! The
light of her life has gone out Her
beautiful, accomplished, cherished
daughter is dead. Neither trance, nor
vision, nor spell, warned her, and yet
it was no illness, but an accident which,
could it have been foreseen,
might easily have been prevented.
The girl went to ride, the horse took
fright, and she died of internal inju¬
ries. If spirits come to her mother
and tell her of the destiny of others,
are they not cruel devils which hover
around and leave her powerless to
protect her own?
But it is nothing, nothing at all, ex¬
cept that she is a highly strung, over¬
wrought, diseased woman, who needs
treatment by a competent specialist in
her own diseases. She calls the peo
pie who comes to her, appropriately
enough, “her patients.” One man has
been to see her once a week for eleven
years. She limits herself to three
trances a day, and she charges $5 for
each trance. Then she tells fortunes
by cards, and, in one way and another
makes, strange as it may seem, from
$15 to $20 regularly a day. Even her
own sorrowful experiences, which she
relates quite unreservedly and patheti¬
cally, do not deter the people who con¬
sult her from returning again and
again. Reason is not the strong point
with those who find it possible to be¬
lieve in divinations. — New York
World.
Twenty-seven million barrels of pe¬
troleum are pumped from the wells
every year.
PEARLS OP THOLU T.
Idleness is the door to all vices.
Success is a fruit slow to ripen.
Egotism is the tongue of vanity.
Many are esteemed only because they
are not known.
Conscience warns us as a friend be¬
fore it publishes us as a Judge.
Hints are like thistle-down. You
cannot tell where they will light
Those who set up a standard must
expect to be judged by that standard.
Lose not thy own for want of ask¬
ing for it; it will get thee no thanks.
Thought is slow-paced—imagina¬
tion often reaches the goal ahead of
it.
A torn jacket is soon mended, but
hard words bruise the heart of a
child.
You may depend npon it he is a
good man whose intimate friends are
all good.
The light of friendship is the light
of phosphorus—seen plainest when all
around is dark.
We seldom find people ungrateful
so long as we are in a condition to
render them service.
Envy is a passion so full of coward¬
ice and shame, that nobody ever had
the confidence to own it.
CYDER WATER.
A Direr’i Experience With Sharks and
Other Creatures of the Vasty Deep.
Harry H. Ballard, of New Orleans,
one of the eighteen marine or salt
water divers of the United States, was
found confined to his room in the pay
ward of the Cincinnati hospital by an
attack of inflammatory rheumatism,
caused by exposure as a diver.
“Did you not fear the sharks in your
diving expeditions?” asked an Enquir¬
er reporter.
“That is a subject about which there
is a great deal of humbug. Old sailors
with lots of idle time on# their
hands love to spin yarns alx>ut the fe¬
rocity of sharks. The shark is a cow¬
ardly fish. He never attacks you un.
less you provoke the quar
reL I have met thousands of them
and had them swim all around me,
with their horrid, glassy, deathlike
eyes glaring at me and their huge
mouths under their belly snapping as
though reaily to swallow me. The
noise that the air makes roaring into
the shells frightens them and then
they see that the man is moving about
At C;iUao harbor, which is a regular
sharks’ nest, I went down forty feet or
more and met lots of these ocean dev¬
ils, but none of them offered to molest
me.
Divers have various expedients for
avoiding these animals, and one was
told me on the Peruvian coast. A di¬
ver was at work on the wreck of a
Spanish man-of-war in West India
waters. A safe containing $3,000,000
was the object of his search, and after
hours of patient labor the treasure
was found. While he was shackling
heavy iron chains to the treasure box
a dark shadow, long and motionless
suddenly attracted his attention.
Looking upward he saw a huge spot¬
ted shark, twenty feet long, poised
above and watching every movement
as a cat does a mouse. The diver for
got about the $3,000,000, and walking
a short distance, was on the point of
signaling to the tender to pull him up,
when a glance convinced him that it
would be sure death. The shark
watched his every movement, and
with a scarcely perceptible movement
of his tail, overshadowed his victim
with its huge proportions. Never be¬
fore had the diver more need of cool¬
ness and nerve, together with his wits
about him. He spied a long layer of
mud close at hand, and he moved tow¬
ard it. The shark followed, gliding
stealthily toward him, while a thrill
of horror ran through his veins. With
an iron bar he stirred the mud, which
rose thick and fast above him; the
clear, golden light of the water disap¬
peared, and the diver escaped.
“The only scare I ever had with a
fish was when I first went down off
the South American coast. I had a
great big crowbar in my hand, which
perhaps fell about a foot or eighteen
inches below my feet. Just beneath
me lay a huge cuttle-fish fast asleep.
Of course 1 did not see him, and the
crowbar went clear through him. The
cuttle-fish has a peculiar mode of at¬
tack. He discharges a black humor
which makes the water look like ink.
The first thing I knew it was so black
all around me I could not see my hand
before my face. I couldn’t imagine
what had broken loose and I signaled
to pull me up. The natives all laugh,
eil and told me it was only a cuttle¬
fish. Not long after the cuttlefish was
worked ashore and there was my crow¬
bar gone clear through himJ’— Cin
•innati Enquirer.
PUBLISHERS.
NO. 43.
HVXOROVS.
Wine is measured by pipes, and so
is tobacco.
A man who undertakes too much is
like an umbrella—he often gets left.
Little gold pigs are worn as orna¬
ments—probably because they are sty¬
lish.
Mr. William Doodle: “Yes, Miss
Frost, I always wear gloves at night;
they make one’s hands so soft.” Mis3
Frost: “Ah! and do you sleep with
your hat on?”
First ice man: “Any mean people on
your route?” Second ice man: “I
3hould say so; meanest set I ever run
across. Why, three out of five fam¬
ilies keep scales.”
“Investigator” wants to know what
is good for cabbage worms. Bless
your heart, man, cabbages, of course.
A good, plump cabbage will last sev¬
eral worms a week.
An article in a Chicago paper is
headed, “Kissed by Her Husband.”
This caused a great sensation in the
city. The next morning, however,
the paper explained that it was a typo¬
graphical error, and stated for “kissed”
read "kicked.” Then the excitement
died out.
Herbert Spencer says Americans are
so driven by business cares that they
never stop to leisurely examine any¬
thing. Guess he never saw five or six
hundred busy Americans standing
around for two hours watching thref
men raising an office safe to a fourth
story window.
New York’s “best society” now cut
their own bread at the table on a plate
made of wood from the Holy Land
and with a knife purchased in Damas¬
cus, except on great occasions, when
the eldest daughter, just from Vassar,
makes the bread herself. Then it is
placed on a slab of marble from Italy
and cut with an ax from the wood¬
shed.
Origin of Coffee.
It is well-known that the coffee
plant is not indigenous in Arabia, but
was imported from. Abyssinia at a date
which cannot be accurately given.
The taste of coffee itself had a hard
struggle at first to find a general wel¬
come among the more select circles.
Apart from the oldest legend concern¬
ing SBadeh’s drink, the Medina Sheikh
Abdel-Kader is .the oldest historical
authority on the use of the “blood-red
Kawbeh,” as the Tunisian Ion YYaki
named the beverage. In the year 1587,
not three hundred years ago, he tells
us that in Yemen people made use of a
drink which so lightened the night
watches that the faithful of the place
were able to sing the praises of God
more fervently and cheerfully than
could be done anywhere else. Accord¬
ing to him, the Mufti Dhabani was
the first to introduce the insignificant
little bean on Arabian soil, having
brought it with them from Africa.
Certain it is that the districts of Shoa,
Euarara and Kaffa (whence the name),
in the south of Abyssinian highlands,
form the original home of the coffee
plant Dhabani was of a sickly nature,
and since he belonged to the order of
Sofi (Ultra-Pantheists), who believed
that everything on earth and all being
emanated from the Godhead, he regard¬
ed a means of excitement of his kind a
providential gift.
The Medinese and faithful Meccan
laid their turbaned heads together in
the public places when first they heard
the news; a pious sheik in Auen was
the first to drink the “black juice” as a
sort of public spectacle. In Mecca
itself, violent strife arose soon after its
introduction as to the propriety of
using it. There were great meetings
of learned and pious men, who at last,
probably after extreme pressure from
the Mameluke governor, Khair Beg,
declared that coffee “disturbed the
brain and intoxicated like wine.” But
their opponents were of another
opinion, and adduced the authority of
the celebrated Bagdad physician,
Avicenna, in their defense, which how¬
ever, did not prevent the transgressor
of the edict forbidding the use of coffee
from being publicly whipped. At the
same time the zealots of the Hedjas
proclaimed that all coffee drinkers
would appear before the All-Merciful
on the resurrection day with black
faces. While the great anathema was
being pronounced at Mecca, the
brothers of the order at Cairo, the very
Mamelukes themselves, were already
reveling in the newly-discovered lux¬
ury. A confirmation of the Mecca
decree was, therefore, not to be expect¬
ed from the sultan, and he, Kanfu
Alguris, quashed the ordinance of his
governor and sent the letter into exile.
Then many holy sheikins (for example,
the celebrated Mohammed HVtrife,
founder of one of four orthodox schools
of Islam), took the side of the coffee
drinkers. Thus was the precious bean
fully rehabilitated, in western Arabic
at least.