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THE LINCOLNTON NEWS
J. E>. 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.
General agent for Grain Threshers and Separators and Agricultural Imple¬
ments, Fairbanks & Co.’a Standard Scales, etc. Talbot & Sons’ Agricultural,
Portable and Stationary and Steam Engines and Boilers, Saw Mills, Grist
Mills, etc. 0. <fc G. Cooper <k Co.’s Traction Engines, Portable and Agricul¬
tural Engines, Saw Mills, Watertown Agricultural, Portable and Stationary Steam En¬
Bradley’s gines, Standard etc. Fertilizers. Goodall * Waters’ Wood Working Machinery. W. L.
The Dean Steam Pnmp. Kreible’s Vibrating
Cylinder Clod Steam Crusher Engines. Otto’s Silent Gas Engines. Acme Pulverizing Har¬
row, and Leveler.
MACHINERY OF ALL KINDS.
everything Belting, Packing, Brass Fittings, Iron Fittings, Iron Pipe, Rubber Hose and
that can be used on or about maohinery. Cotton Mill Supplies a
specialty. make the machine Tools of business all kinds, Hancock Inspirators, etc. Finally, I desire to
everything wanted in that a complete success, and will guarantee to furnish
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
honse 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
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AUGUSTA, GEORGIA
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Give You a NICE SET.
The Largest and Finest Stock ever offered
in Augusta. Five carloads just received.
All the Latest Styles and Price? Cheipcr
than Ever. WE DEFY COMPETITION
Our New Catalogue will be Ready in Tor
Days. Write for one.
J. L. BOWLES & CO.,
717 AND 839 BROAD STREET,
AUGUSTA. CA.
JAMES HINES,
SUCCESSOR TO
P. H. NOROTN,
"Washington - - Ga.,
—DEALM 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 Houae shall be
Maintained. “ The Best Goods at the Lowest
Living Rates.”
At Mrs. N. Brum Clark’s
Ladie3 will find New and Stylish Neok
weab. Look at the Fsbne Laces, They
must be seen to be appreciated.
The Latest Styles in Hats and Bonnets re¬
ceived weekly during the season.
Our Mourning Bonnels and Crepe Veils
are keep unsurpassed best in quality and price. We
New Ribbons—every English Creres, now Lisse Ruching,
ity. width, color and qual
Black Silk Gloves, Mourning wear; Chil¬
dren a Hosiery in excellent quality —some
New Styles; Corsets, Hoop Skirte, Tour
mures, Bridal Veiling and Gloves; all kinds
of kinds. Veiling, BruFsel’s Nets; Nets of all
Great variety of Laces— Black, White and
Silk, Cream. Sewing Embroidery Silk, Silk, best Knitting
New Jewelry, Buttons in latest styles,
Lusterless Jet Bracelets, Ear¬
rings, Pins, &c., Coin Silver Jewelry mid
other styles entirely new; Material for Fancy
Work, New Hair Lace Golds—pretty Pillow Shams, Splashers, Ac.
and besoming
styles.
“ Polo” Caps. “ Fez” Caps, “ Tam O’Shan
ter” Caps—in the new colors for Children.
Hand-Knitted Goods for Infants, Infants’
Caps Fanry in Lace, Velvet and Satin. Our Stock
cf .Goods is too varied to itemize.
We ore prepared to furnish anything in
the Miiaineby Like, and to fill orders
promptly. tended to Orders from the country at¬
DnjArpowT. as toon as reoeived. We never
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 Broad guarantee Steeev Prices and Quality,
on. is the place to obtain
Stylish Articles for a Lady’s Toilet
Give us a call.
THE AUGUSTA, ELBERTON AND CHICAGO RAILROAD.
S *" UEL "•
SUCCESSOR T
MYERS & MARCUS,
838 &840 Broad Street,
AUGUSTA, GA.
WHOLESALE JOBBER OF DRY GOODS, NO.
TIONS, SHOES. HATS AN D CLOTHING.
i. N. ANDERSON.
COTTON FACTOR
—AND—
Commission Merchant,
—AT THE—
O.d Stand of R A. Fleming,
903 Reynolds Street, Augusta, Ga'
Personal attention given to all business
T. Love Fuller, so veil known in Lincoln!
and who for many years has been with
Yeung &. Hack, is in charge, and will bo glad
to see bi s many friends.
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Murphey, Harmon & Go.,
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.
706 Broad street, AUGUSTA, GA.
W. N. MERCIER,
COTTON FACTOR AND
General Commission Mercian),
No. 3 Warren Block,
Augusta, Ga.
Will give personal and undivided atltm
tion to the'Weighing and Selling of Cotton
Liberal Cash Advances made on Consign
mente.
LINCOLNTON, GA., FRIDAY, aUSP st 1 7 < 1883 -
A Man’s Htnpty Heart.
It seems so strange
Hiat any man should never set his heart
On anything—but live apart
Fm»« * , * n * de.>ro
And from laughing hope!
Without whose kindly beacon rav
We’re like poor mariners astray
Without a compass.
Our lives would be so lame,
If we should be content to grasp
Only the things our hand could clasp
Without much striving.
We cannot always
Hope to attain our aim—bnt still,
By tearing to attempt, we wiU
Gain simply nothing
Oh! we wonld miss
So much unless we dared the fear
Of losing things which are not here,
Bat larther on.
Even if we lose
The hope on which onr heart was set
There comes for every vain regret
Some compensation.
Remembrance oi
Anticipation soothes the pain
Of bitter loss, and helps us gain
Courage and hope.
To have known defeat
Makes na more kind to griets that lay
Within the hours of every day
In other people’s lives.
And when we win!
Attainment gives us strength to bear
Each added pain and added care
That comes to us.
Then dare the strife!
For o’er defeat’s dark clouds there come
The lights ot many a victory won,
Which blessed onr life.
—Sessie Donaldson.
An Expensive Lesson,
Mrs. Piercy was not in a good hu¬
mor that day, as she sat at the break¬
fast-table pouring coffee for her hus¬
band, and dispensing bread and butter
to the three plump little Piereys. She
was a handsome, overdressed woman,
with a good deal of false hair, frizzed
and puffed and braided on the top of
her head, and a complexion that bore
remote witness to the constant use of
cosmetics. And Mr. Piercy, at his end
of the table, was evidently 411 at ease,
as he broke liis_eggs—»Rd-*ibbled dili¬
gently at his roll.
“But wiiaT was I to do, my dear ?”
said he, after a brief silence which was
by no means peaceful.
“Do ?” shrilly retorted Mrs. Piercy.
“Why, what do other people do? Are
we to keep a home for the indigent
poor? Or a refuge for the widowed
and fatherless!”
“My dear, my dear,” pleaded Mr.
Piercy, who was a small man, with
thin hair and spectacles, "you may he
a widow yourself, some day.”
“And if I am, I shall not go begging
among my relatives, that you may de¬
pend on,” said Mrs. Piercy. “And, af¬
ter all, she isn’t any relative of yours
—only your brother’s wife! I’d like
to know what earthly claim she has
upon you! I declare, the more 1 think
of it the more I am amazed at the
woman’s presumption. Her very name
is an aggravation, too. ‘Plume Pier¬
cy,’ indeed. I’ll wager my new lace
pin that she was a second-rate actress
when she married your brother. No,
Mr. Piercy, if you think that I—”
But here the torrent of the lady’s
eloquence was cut short by the unex¬
pected appearance on the scene of the
Very subject of her objurgation—a tall,
pretty woman of about four and
twenty, whose wavy, golden tresses
and delicately fair complexion con¬
trasted vividly with the deep mourn¬
ing weeds she wore.
“A veil down to her feet,” mentally
ejaculated Mrs. Abel Piercy. “And a
six-inch bias hand of the very best
Courtland crape on her gown. I won¬
der who’s expected to pay for all this?”
Abel Piercy, the kindest-hearted of
little men, welcomed his brother’s
widow with genuine hospitality; but
Matilda, his wife, looked askance at
her, with no friendly smile upon her
countenance.
“Of course you will consider this
your home,” said Mr. Piercy, as he
made haste to draw a chair close to the
fire.
“Until you are able to suit yourself
somewhere else,” crisply added his
wife.
The widow said little; she only
looked, with large, wistfnl eyes, from
one to the other, as she sat there, the
morning sunshine turning her fair
lacks to braided masses of gold, the
pearly delicacy of her skin arousing
the liveliest envy in Mrs. Abel’s heart.
“Though, of course, it’s only some
French balm, or Circassian cream or
other, that I haven’t heard of,” said
she to herself. ,
But, after Mr. Piercy had buttoned
on his overcoat and gloves, he came
back to the breakfast-room, while his
wife was putting up the children’s
school-lunches in the pantry.
“I am not much of a talker, Plume,”
said he, in an odd, hesitating way; “but
you are welcome, my dear—very wel¬
come] And I hope you will try to feel
at home. Don't mind Matilda—just
at first. She’s a little peculiar, Matilda
is, but I do assure you she—”
“Mr. Piercy!” uttered a sharp, warn
ing voice, at this instant, from the
threshold, “is it possible that you
haven’t started yet? And you know
how particular Budge and Bodley are
as to your getting to the store at nine
precisely.”
Mr. Piercy turned pink all over.
“Yes, my dear—yes,” said he, “I’m
quite sure to be in time!”
And off he started on a gentle trot.
When he was gone, Plume took off
her bonnet and veil, removed her man¬
tle and gloves, and went into the
kitchen.
“Cannot I do something to help you,
Sister Matilda?” said she, pleadingly.
Mrs. Abel Piercy looked, with cold
blue eyes and lips primly compressed,
at the fair face, which was younger
and fresher than ever without the jet
black circlet of the bonnet, and the
slight, graceful figure before her.
“No, I thank you,” said she. “I am
not used to have fine ladies in my
kitchen.”
“But if you will lend me an apron - •
“No, I thank you, Mrs. Oswald Pier,
cy?” repeated the housewife. “You
will find the newspaper in the hall
Perhaps the advertising columns may
interest you.”
“We are sisters,” said the young
widow, with a quivering lip. “Will
you not call me Plume?”
“Oh, no, we’re no relations at all,
in reality,” said Mrs. Abel Piercy,
weighing out ounces of sugar and
pounds of flour with an unerring
hand. “And really, your name is such
a very peculiar one. Jane, or Martha,
or Eliza, would have been more to my
taste. Perhaps, however,” with a
keen, sidelong glance, “you have been
on the stage?”
“No,” said Plume, “I was a teacher
when Oswald married me. But what
did you mean about the advertising
columns of the paper?”
“Situations, you know,” said Mrs.
Piercy, reaching over to the raisin-box.
“Bridget, you have been at these
raisins, as true as I live! There’s Half
of ’em gone since I was here last.”
“No, mum, I haven’t!” sharply re¬
sponded Bridget, who was used to
these kitchen skirmishes, “Sure I
never lived in a house before where
they counted the raisins and the lumps
o’ coal, and if I don’t suit, mum, it’s
a month’s warning from to-day, if
ye’s plaze.”
“Situations!” repeated Plun\p, half
afraid of Bridget’s warlike demeanor,
half puzzled at her sister-in-law’s
words.
“Yes,” said Mrs. Abel, tartly, paying
no attention to Bridget and her skillet
— “in a glove-factory, you know, or a
fancy store, or even as nursery gover¬
ness or attendant to some elderly in¬
valid. For of course, you know,” with
another of those oblique looks that
made Plume feel so uncomfortable,
“you expect to work for your living.
We are not rich enough to support all
our relations. Abel’s salary was re¬
duced last year, and no one knows
how strictly I have to economize in
order to make both ends meet. And a
strong young woman like you ought not
to sit down on a sickly man with a
family, like my husband, because—”
“Stop—oh, stop!” said Plume, lifting
up her hand, as if to ward off some in¬
visible terror. “He said I was wel¬
come. He told me—”
“That’s just like Abel!” said Mrs.
Piercy, scornfully. “He’d take in all
creation if he could. He never stops
to think whether he can afford it or
not.”
“I am sorry that I intrude,” said
Plume, with dignity. “It shall not he
for long. I will look at the newspaper
at once.”
“Yes, that’s a deal the best plan,”
assented Mrs. Piercy, ungraciously.
“Of course you won’t mention our
little chat to Abel. He might be
vexed; and, after all, I’m only speak¬
ing for your good.”
Plume looked at her with an expres¬
sion of face which somehow made Mrs.
Abel Piercy feel as if she were shrink¬
ing up like a withered walnut in its
shell.
“Yes, I know,” said she. “But you
need not he afraid; I am no tale-bear
er, to make mischief in any one’s fam¬
ily.”
Mrs. Piercy felt very uncomfortable
after this little conversation was ended.
“How she did look at me!” thought
she. “But I only spoke the truth,
after all. We can’t be burdened with
her support, let Abel talk as he pleases.
And no matter what she says, I believe
she has been an actress! No one but
an actress could ever put on such royal
ways as that!”
Half an hour afterward, when the
bell rang, and some one inquired for
Mrs. Oswald Piercy, Mrs. Abel nodded
her head to the cake she was taking
out of the oven.
“Company already,” said she; “and
gentleman company, fts i - Well,
i* * ^
if this is the way she intends to go
on, the sooner she suits herself with a
situation the better!”
Mrs, Piercy had been secretly anx¬
ious for an opportunity of quarreling
with her sister-in-law. Here it was at
last; and when the old gentleman with
the glossy broadcloth suit was gone,
she bounced into the parlor with a red
spot on either cheek-bone like signals
of war.
“So you have been receiving com¬
pany, Mrs. Oswald ?” said she.
“Yes,” Plume innocently answered.
“Gentleman company, too!” cried
Mrs. Piercy.
“It was Mr. Van Orden, my hus¬
band’s lawyer,” explained Plume.
“Oh, I dare say!” said Mrs. Piercy.
“All that sounds very well; but I have
the character of my house to look to,
and—”
“He is coming back with a carriage,”
hurriedly spoke Plume. “I am to go
to his wife’s house at once.- Mrs. Van
Orden is willing to give me the shelter
which my own relatives grudge me!”
“I wish her joy of her bargain, 1
am sure,” said Mrs. Abel Piercy, with
a toss of the mountains of false hair
that crowned her head.
And so the t wo women Darted, in nc
spirit of amity.
“I dare say she’ll go straight to the
store,” thought Mrs. Abel, “and invent
a pitiful story for my husband’s bene
fit. And Abel will make a great fuss
—Abel was always soft about his rela
tives—hut I shan’t mind it. I always
have been mistress in my own house,
and I always intend to be, Oswald’s
widow or no Oswald’s widow.”
Nevertheless, she could not help
feeling a little apprehensive when her
husband came in to tea. For when
Abel really was angry, his anger sig
nified something. But to her surprise
he entered all smiles, and rubbing his
palms, gleefully.
“So Plume has gone?” said lie.
“Yes,” said Mrs. Pieiey, pretending
to be busy with a knot in the second
child’s shoe. “She has gone. Bui
how did you know it?”
“Van Orden stopped at the store tc
tell me,” answered Mr. Piercy.
“Strange, wasn’t it? And quite ro
too.”
“What on earth is the man talking
about ?” said Mrs. Piercy, aroused at
last into something like active interest,
“Why, didn’t Plume tell you? It
seems that those last investments that
poor Oswald fancied he had beggared
himself with, have turned up trump
cards after all. And Van Orden tells j
me that Oswald’s widow is worth one
hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
:
Mrs. Abel Piercy turned first green, j i
then crimson. Alas for the fatal blun¬
der she had committed! Alas for the
ruined chances of her three little
girls to inherit tlieir aunt’s money!
She made some trivial excuse about a
forgotten pocket-handkerchief, and
went . un stairs . to weep the ,, ,... bitterest .
tears she ... had shed. , ,
ever
It was a lesson to her, but it was an
expensive one. For Plume Piercy, al
though she always remained on the
most excellent terms with her kind
little brother-in-law, never crossed
Mrs. Abel’s threshold again. She had
been too deeply stung—too bitterly in
suited there.
“And it’s all my own fault,” sadly
reflected Mrs. Abel. “Oh, dear, oh,
dear! why can’t we see a little way
into the future?”
Oyster Schools.
It is common to quote the oyster as
the lowest example of stupidity, or
absence of anything mental; and as it
is a headless creature, the accusation
might not seem wholly unfounded,
TtXZZJZZSXZ ,vL„ L k. tlen
perishes, oysters
from the same depth, if kept in reset
voirs 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 dis¬
tance from the coast to Paris being too
great for the newly-dredged oysters to
travel without opening their shells,
they are first taught in the schools to
bear a longer and longer exposure to
the air without gaping, and when their
education in this respect is completed,
they are sent on their journey to the
metropolis, where they arrive with
dosed shells and in a healthy con¬
dition.
Statistics show that not quite o
third of the population in the United
States is foreign born, or foreign in
the second degree. Of the 15,000,000
included in the above computation,
about 4,500,000 have Irish fathers.
Spurs and Whips.
The history of spurs is both curious
and , •‘lining. 8 The earliest form
enters _
of was a sing., . 8 A or sharp
spur
point. * knights - of the
The dashing young deco¬
feudal times had a great love for
rating their spurs with jewels.
In the tournaments they used spurs
with mottoes on the shanks. One such
had “A true knight and I” on one side,
and “Anger me and try” on the othef<
By ancient custom, the chorister
boys in the cathedrals can claim “spur
money” if anybody enters the sacred
edifice with spurs on:
If yon bring in spar or nat,
Sixpence yon pay—be sure oi that.
The whip was not so knightly as the
spur; it however took part in several
old customs.
In the ancient city of I ork was a
day called whip-dog day, on which the
boys were accustomed to go around
and whip every dog they met. 1S
originated in the follow ing peculiar
fact. A priest once celebrating mass
dropped the pix, which an unreligious
d °g snapped up and sw allow ed.
The profane beast w as hung, and for
fears his species was subjected to tor¬
ment for his outrageous impiety. That
was, of course, in the good old times
Another humane game connected
\ "it* 1 whip was this: A rooster
was tied to the branch of a tree. The
players were blindfolded and presented
j with long whips. They were then led
t° a little distance, and commenced
; lashing in all directions, the fun con
listing in the smart cuts they gave one
another. The one who struck the roos
ter first, and made him cry out, won
j tlie game,
I The old game of whip-top is as old
as history. In Dryden’s translation of
^ irgil’s -Eneid we read:
As young striplings whip the top for sport
On the smooth pavement of the empty court.
Two hundred years ago men played
ivhip-top as eagerly as the boys, and in
some villages a “town top” was pro¬
vided for the amusement of the poor.
Pugnacious Ponies.
are common in but the
quaintest of them all is a little fellow
run to seed and called the tattoo. A
correspondent of the London Field fur¬
nishes the following description: It is
a pony with few redeeming stableful qualities of j
to set off against a whole
vices: hut among his very questionable
virtues may be reckoned his pugnacity,
So great is this, that it would be quite
possible to keep Indian tattoos, like
cocks, for fighting purposes. If decent
ly fed, groomed, and but moderately
worked. they will become as high
couraged as game cocks, and as ready
to rush at one another, and to do battle
to the death, as birds in the pit. A
chestnut pony of this sort—a child’s
pony, too—has been known to bite off
the ear of another pony for his break¬
fast, and to assimilate a very consider
able ,, portion . of ....... the tail of another
r
tattoo in . the course of , ., the afternoon,
When hard worked and ill fed—as he
generally is in a native stable—the
tattoo’s pugnacity, for which one can
not but give him credit, is turned into
a stubbornness that would astonish a
donkey. Nothing will move him, not
even a rope round his fore leg, backed,
up bv profanity and blows. V stoic
might, admire the animal when in this
mood if he did not belong to himself
But perhaps after the five fat natives
within the box on wheels, to which
the tattoo is attached, have given up
all hopes of moving for that day and
have betaken themselves to the chew
ing of betel nut as a solacing and phil¬
osophical employment of the hour, the
cunning and 'malicious tattoo will
“ ake a sudden and unexpected dash
P-"— The tattoo’s mind, suet
“ s il is ’ ls ’ in fact ’ a * am8t ever - v maD
.
and ever v man ’ s hand is a S ainst hun ‘
-
Bat iUtlwll S h moraU >' bad and
call v lmlovel v there are S ood P oints
- -
about the bmte after alL 11 ma >' take
«me to discover them, still there are
ho P es for the tatto ° of the future ’
The Xails.
The growth of the nails is more rap¬
id in children than in adults and slow
est in the aged; goes on faster .in the
summer than in the winter, so that the
same nail which is renewed in one
hundred and thirty-two days in win¬
ter, requires only one hundred and six¬
teen in summer. The increase of the
nails of the right hand is more rapid
than those of the left; moreover, it dif¬
fers for the different lingers, and in
order corresponds with the length of
the finger, consequently it is fastest in
the middle finger, nearly equal in the
two on either side of this, slower in
the little finger and slowest in the
thumb. The growth of all the nails ou
the left hand requires eighty-two days
more than those of .the right.
PUBLISHERS. •
NO. 44.
BV3IORO VS.
It is easy to see that there is always
a man in the honeymoon. —
The man who wouldn’t let his voice
fall for fear it mightT&reak.was as bad
as the fellow whs didn’t li&e t° turn
out his mustache fearing it wouldn’t
come back again?* - ' '--I
“Some men unpleasantly comb their
mustaches at the table.” The man
who can pleasantly comb his mus¬
tache at the table must be a pretty
skillful practitioner.
A young lady of New Orleans, who
recently performed a remarkable feat
in rowing, has been presented^ with a
beautiful yawl.\ A smack would have
been more appropriate. -
The Chinese legation at Washing¬
ton attended every performance of the
circus when there, and declared that
they had enjoyed nothing so\ much
since Congress adjourned.
Hostess—“Now don’t stay out hers
all the evening.” Host—“We’ll join you
in ten minutes.” Hostess — “Miss
Screechy is going to sing you know.”
Host—“O! well—sayan hour.” - :
Paper is now employed for the con¬
struction of domes for observatories;
It has also for a long time been util¬
ized in the manufacture of Western
mining claims and township specula¬
tions. —^ ' •
“Where did you get your wonder¬
ful power of language?” asked an ad¬
miring auditor at the close of ‘ the
lecture. “Oh,” replied the < lecturer,
with a laugh, “I used to work in a
barber’s shop.”
A Pennsylvania man has applied for
A pension because he lost a tooth,
during the war. The fact that he lost
only one tooth would seem to indicate
that he never got near enough to the
front to chew hard tack.
“So you are married at last, Charley;
I hear your wife is a very energetic
woman and keeps things stirred up. Of
course you married her for love?”
“No,” said the husband, bracing him¬
self up. “I married her to cure my
“The last link is broken,” the fellow
said when he kissed his girl good-hy
forever at her request, because her
parents wishetLa dissolution. A few
days after he received a note saying,
“Dear George: There are plenty more
’inks; come and break them.”
An American young lady singer
went to Europe bearing the name of
Mary Jane Boggs, and her cognomen
j s now Miss Nina Lafonti. It does
twist some persons’ names most ter
ribly out of shape to travel across the
ocean v,-ith them. It must be in the
sa line qualities of the water,
Two gentlemen were talking the
ether day about their success in life.
Qne remarked that when he came to
Baltimore, just after the war,he didn’t
have a second shirt to his hack.
‘That’s nothing,” replied the other,
‘‘When I came to Baltimore I did not
have any shirt to my hack at all.” He
was born there.
f taee and Color.
It is now well understood says a
writer in Nature, that the causes of
race-color are not so simple as Hippo.
cr;lte thought when he described the
noraad Scythians as burned tawny by
the cold - But the stud - v of anthropol
E 'g ists is stin to notice the characters
which mark off the white, yellow,
brown, and black races, and to connect
therewith the effects of climate and
mode or life. The analogy of fair or
bionde skin to partial albinism is strik
ing, and possibly points to some simil
anjy of cause. A book has even been
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j but tamed Mr i„ the regions
, ' f° ° f ^e W Dneiper,where Lm men lnd ane fl be^ts
j ^sof the trees , pale and all a natam nature
j duU and ^ “ i
| I atlVe avoided , s P pculatl0n by anthropologistsJ 18 “ ^V p t ’ J®
semblance of blonde to senn-albmo
skin is one which when worked out by
careful observation will doubtless lead
to discoveiy.
The Gauthier’s Dread.
It is said that the greatest dread of
a gambler is that he will be paralyzed.
They nearly all expect to die from a
shock of some kind. It may come
from the fact that a great many of
them have gone that way. If a man
with a withered arm or leg should hap¬
pen in a gambling house the dealer
would quit his chair. Another dread
of gamblers is a man who comes in to
play with a cane in his hand. That is
regarded as bad luck to the house.
A simple flower may be shelter for
a troubled soul from the storms of life,
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