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THE LINCOLNTON NEWS J. L>. COLLEY & CO., VOL. i: MACHINERY DEPOT. W. J. POLLARD, m ai luinraras' xcEiT. manufacturer of W. J. Pollard’s Champion Cotton Gin Feeders & Condensers,X Smith’s Hand Pop* Cotton KHay Press. General Portable and Stationary and Steam Engines and Boilers. Saw Mills, Grist Mills, Engines, etc. C. * G. Cooper <fc Co.’s Traction Engines, Portable and Agricul¬ tural Watertown Agricultural, Portable and Stationary Ste am En sines, Saw Mills, etc. GoodaU & Waters’ Wood Working Machinery. W. L. Bradley’s Cylinder Steam Standard Fertilizers. The Dean Steam Pump. Kreible’s Vibrating Clod Crusher Engines. Leveler. Otto’s Silent Gas Engines. Acme Pulverizing Har¬ row, and MACHINERY OF ALL KINDS. Belting, Packing, Brass Fittings, Iron Fittings, Iron Pipe, Rubber Hose and everything specialty. that Tools can of be all used kinds, on Hancock or about Inspirators, machinery. etc. Cotton Finally, Mill I Supplies a make desire to the machine business a complete success, and will guarantee to furnish everything house wanted in that line on as reasonable terms and at as short notice as any 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 w. cr. fotjLjJlirid 7 731, 734 & 736 Reynolds Street, AUGUSTA, m m GEORGIA |Tj ' 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., 117 AND 839 BROAD STREET, AUGUSTA, CA. JAMES HINES SUCCESSOR TO P. H. NOROTN, "Washington' - - Gra •V —DEALER IN— Groceries"* and Plantation Snplies, Bagging and Ties, Meat and lard, Flour of the Best Grade, ron, Plows, &c., Salt, Leather, &c., Provisions of all Sorts. lhe Reputation of the House shall be Maintained. “ The Best Goods at the Lowest laving Rates.” At Mrs. N. Brum Clark’s Ladies will find New and Stylish Neck weab. Look at the Febnk Laces. They must 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 New Ribbons—every English Crepes, new Lisse Ruching, ityT width, color and qual 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 kmdB. Veiling, Brussel’s Nets; Nets of all Great variety of Laces— Black, White and Cream. Embroidery Silk, best Knitting Silk, Sewing Silk, Buttons in latest styles, New Jewelry, Lusterless Jet Bracelets, Ear¬ rings, other styles Fins, &c., Coin Silver Jewelrv and Work, Lace entirely Pillow new; Shams, Material Splashers, for Fancy New Hair Goods—pretty Ac. stylos. and becoming ” “ Polo” Caps, “ Fez” Caps, “ Tam O’Shan ter” Caps—in the new colors for Children. Hand-Knitted Goods for Infants, Infants’ Caps in Lace, Velvet and Satin. Our Stock of We Famy Goods is too varied to itemize. Miixineby are prepared to furnish anything in the Line, and to fill orders tended promptly. Orders from the country at¬ to as soon as received. We never Disappoint. Our friends in adjacent comi¬ ties will find it to their interest to send to us. We will make any purchases for them in the city free of commission. We guarantee Prices and Quality. Bt|lhh 819BaoAp Artioles STBBEVj9 for a Lady’s the plaoo Toilet. to obtain THE AUGUS TA, ELBEBTO N AIV P CHICAGO RAILROAD. SAMUEL H. MYERS, 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, Anpsta, Ga' 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 will be glad to see bis many friends._.,_ 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 Ellis to the trade Fireworks a specialty. Mann, factory on street. by whole¬ sale. 700 Broad street, AUGUSTA, GA. W. N. MERCIER, COTTON FACTOR AND General Commission Merclrant, No. 3 Warren Block, Augusta, Ga. *" Will give personal and undivided atten¬ tion liberal to the Cash Weighing Advances and made Selling of Consign Cotton on meats. LINCOLOTON, GrA., % FRIDAY, AUGUST 24, 1883. A Mother's Song. The days are daik and dreary, sweet, And threatening clouds go by; My eyes have grown aweary, sweet, Of gazing at the sky; — 01 gazing at the sky, iny sweet, Where never a star doth rise; Though hope should hide in the outward tide, Let me find it in thy eyes, O sweet! Let me find it in thi' e eyes. My heart ha'h gtown aweaiy, sweet, Of a race that shows no goal; And the passing hours strike dreary, sweet, To a desolate human soul. Did I say desolate, sweet, my sweet, Nay, never while X have thee. Though the sinews start in my aching heart, And reason itself should flee, my sweet! Agd reason itself should flee. Cling closer, ay, closer, O sweet, my sweet! Thy pre ssure doth ease my pain, • And I jonrney with steadfast feet, my sweet, Up the pathway of life again,— Content to find in thy grasping bands, And the dew of thy dawning kiss, A beacon to lure me through sunless lands, If life promised no mote than tliis, O sweet! II life ptomised no more than this. — William Higgt. Mr. Marigold’s Mistake. “I shan’t marry him,” declared Meg decidedly, while she twisted her back hair up in a tawny knot on the top of her head. Meg’s elder sister and sister-in-law looked decided disapproval at their relative’s refractory announcement. “You know, Meg, dear,” began Mrs. Joe, the eldest brother’s wife, but Meg cut her short in decided tones. “Yes, I know all you can tell me, and more too. I know I’m an old maid’’—she was twenty-five—“and I know you are all too poor to support me, and too proud to let me support myself. But for all that I shan’t, marry Simon Marigold if he is as rich as cream and I as poor as Job’s turkey, so there, now.” And Meg flounced out to weed the carrot bed, while the discomforted relatives shook their' heads more disapprovingly still, and made comments on the obstinacy^of • human: nature in general and some folks in particular. , “She’s a throwing away her best chance,” declared Mrs. Joe mournfully. “Simon Marigold is a ketch for any¬ body,” asserted Sister Jane, “with that big farm of his. Such a good per vider as he is, too.” “But if she don’t love him, you know,” ventured Mrs. Archibald, the youngest sister, who was suspected of being romantic. “Fiddlesticks,” declared Mrs. Joe emphatically. “Folks can’t live on love, and if Meg throws away sich a chance of being settled comfortable Bhe’ll live to rue it. That’s all I kin say.” “Now, look a here, gals.” Grandma Larkins came down from the attic With a hank of blue dyed yarn, which she proceeded to wind into a ball “Jest let Meg alone and I’ll promise it will all come right in the end. Gals of her age often does hev them quare notions, but she’ll git over ’em bime-by. The girl kind o’ fancies she likes some one else better ’an Simon, but jest leave her alone ’an she’ll get over it and settle down with him on the Mari¬ gold farm as comfortable as two peas in a pod.” In the meantime Meg was still at work in the garden, diligently pulling the weeds in the carrot bed. It might have been that she had no other time to weed carots, and it might also have been that Eben Doolittle had no other way of getting home, except by the well-worn cattle path, which led past Grandma Larkins’ kitchen garden and around to the pasture bars. At al 1 events, he soon jjame sauntering by and leaned on the gate post for a chat “And to think,” said Meg to herself, when he had sauntered on, with a freshly-plucked rose in his button hole “to think of my marrying Simon Mar’ igold.” Alas, poor Simon! He was not pale and intellectual with a developing moustache and violet eyes. He never scented his handkerchief with extract of pond lily, nor wore buff kids, nor carried a cane—far from it. Simon Marigold was broad shoul¬ dered and sunburned. And his eyes, though clear and honest, were unde¬ niably grey. “Oh, no,” thought Meg, blushing up to the roots of her very frizzy bangs, “I could never, never marry him.” As the days sped on Grandma Lar¬ kins began to look worried, and to lose a little faith in her own predictions. “Ef it wasn’t fur that there shiftless Doolittle,” she sighed, “a cornin’ here all the aime an’ a drummln’ on his catarrh she might take Simon Marigold yet.” * * * * * * “Well, Eben.” Mr. Marigold gave one or two broad sweeps with his scythe among the red clover he was cutting, then hung the glistening blade on a stubby persim¬ mon tree, and turned with a heated foot toward hit cousin. Eben Doolittle was not heated. His summer coat looked cool and light, and his white pocket handkerchief was heavily scented with pond lily. “I ’spose you want that money,” said Mr. Marigold, and drawing out his leather pocket-book, he counted out one hundred dollars in crisp bank bills, and handed them to his cousin. “I ’spose it’s all settled, Eben,” he said anxiously. Eben’s placid features showed no anxiety nor care whatever. “Well.no.” He coolly put the bank bills in his pocket-book before be condescended to explain further. “I haven’t asked her yet, because I wanted to get the money first. A fel¬ low don’t like to get married without a cent in his pocket.” “You are sure she’ll be all—all right?” “Oh, of course.” Eben was shoul¬ dering the light gun he carried, get¬ ting ready to. start. “Of course it’ll be fill right. She’ll dropdnto my arms like a rare, ripe peach when I ask her.” Mr. Marigold’s gray eyes shot a gleam of disapproval at his nonchal¬ ant cousin. “Well, Eben, I wouldn’t talk that way of the woman I loved,” he said gravely. “I would be so proud of her love I would hardly dare to own it, even to myself.” Eben laughed, but made no answer. “You needn’t mind paying that money back,” added Simon, as he took his scythe from the tree, “if you’ll only try to make Meg happy and com¬ fortable, but don’t—don’t expect me to come to the wedding, Eben, for I— really I couldn’t.” “All right,” returned his cousin carelessly. * And Simon Marigold turned to his mowing, while Eben stalked off across the meadow with his gun slightly swung over his shoulder ****** ~ “Simon.” The fluttering grape vine screen that overhung the fence and the low per¬ simmon tree was puWaside and Meg Larkins, blushing li« a June rose, stepped out. The astonished mower gazed as if petrified. “Oh, Simon, I heard all—all you said,” she exclaimed, with tears brim¬ ming in her soft, brown eyes. “Grand¬ ma sent me to pick dewberries,” she continued, and I—want to tell you that I’m not going to marry Eben Doolittle, because I don’t love him,” and she blushed like one of the trump¬ et vine’s scarlet bells, that had dropped on the emerald tiftf at her feet. “Meg.” Simdn came towards her with a new' light shining in his honest, brown eyes. “Oh, Meg, do you—could you—love me?” “And with drooping eyes and tears still in them, Meg said she could and did. ****** “How nice it is,” said Mrs. Joe, as she whisked the eggs for the wedding cake. “How nice that Meg is really going to marry a man of property af¬ ter all.” “And a real love match, too,”, chimed Mrs. Archibald, with that sim¬ ple philosophy which considers love and romance of more value than all the diamonds of Golconda or the fabled wealth of “Ormus and of Ind.” “Wal, I see how ’twas a gwine to turn out long ago,” put in Grandma Larkins complacently, turning the heej of the blue yarn sock she was knitting. “I alius said ’twould come all right in in the end, but think, me a sending Meg over to the Marigold pasture to pick blueberries helped it along some.” And perhaps it did: Fate is not above using blueberries as a means now-a-days at least.— Helen M. Clark in St. Louis Mogazine. The Penalty. “Father,” observed Melancthon Mar¬ rowfat to the old gentleman one even¬ ing after his mother had gone out of the room, “I’ve been reading a good deal about panics lately, and it seems to me that many of them might be avoided.” “There’s millions in it if you can tell how, my boy,” said Mr. M., shak¬ ing his head as if the problem were utterly incapable of solution. “All it needs is,” continued Melanc¬ thon, “for women to be brave.” “But they ain’t brave,” remarked his father firmly, “and how are you going to make them so?” “Easy enough,” returned the inge¬ nious lad. “Give them mice for pets when they are children .—Brooklyn Eagle. _ Sea shells and crawfish are to be found on the top of Lookout moun¬ tain, in the northeastern part of Yava¬ pai county, Arizona. THE AGRICULTURAL EDITOR. How I»yk« Forteacue Conducted « Th« Farm«r’a Friend.”—on*inai viewa on Enillage. Dyke Fortescue rambled into the office of an agricultural newspaper published in the interest of rural read¬ ers, and named the Farmer’s Friend and Cultivator’s Champion. Dyke was fresh from Denver, where he had been doing local work on a daily. He wanted a situation—he wanted it badly, and he soon closed a bargain with the proprietor of the Farmer’s Friend and Cultivators' Champion. The proprietor intended to be absent for two weeks, and Dyke undertook to hold the journal’s head steadily up stream until his return. . “You will receive some visitors, quite likely,” said the proprietor “ Entertain ’em. Entertain ’em in a manner which will reflect credit on the paper. They will want to talk stock, farming, horticulture, etc., you know, Give it to ’em strong.” Dyke bowed, borrowed a half dollar, got a clean shave, and soon returned to face the music and edit the first agricultural journal with which he had ever been connected. “ I feel that, with my journalistic experience, it will be just fun to run an agricultural paper,” said Dyke to himself. At 2 oclock p. m. the first visitor showed up at the door of the office, and Dyke cordially invited him inside, The farmer entered hesitatingly, and remarked that he had expected to meet the proprietor, with whom he had an appointment to discuss ensilage. “ I am in charge of the journal,” said Dyke. “Oh you are. Well, you seem to have a pretty clean office here.” “ Y es,’ replied Dyke. “ But about this ensilage. Ensilage is a pretty good breed, isn’t it ? ” “ Breed!” exclaimed the farmer “ why—” “ I mean it’s a sure crop; something that you can rely—” “Crop! Why its isn’t a crop at alL” “Yes, yes, I know it isn’t a crop,’* said Dyke, perspiring until his collar began to melt away down the back of his neck, “but you can do better and cleaner work with a good, sharp ensi lage on stubby ground, than—” “ Take it for a sulky plow, do you ?” “No, no,-’ said Dyke. “You don't seem to understand me. Now, if a farmer builds an ensilage on low ground—” “Builds an ensilage! You seem to have got the thing mixed up with some kind of a granary.” “ Pshaw, no,” continued Dyke. «1 must make myself plainer. You see this ensilage properly mixed with one part guano, and three parts hypophos phate of antimony, with the addition of a little bran and tan bark, and the whole flavored with chloride of lime, makes a top dressing for strawberry beds which—” “ Why, ensilage isn’t no manure.” “No, certainly not,” said Dyke. “ I know it is often used in that way You don’t catch my drift. When I said top dressing I meant turkey dress ing—stuffing, you know—for thanks giving—” “Good Heavens, man! Ensilage isn’t a human food! ” “ No, not a human food exactly,” said poor Dyke, grinning like an alms house idiot. “ It isn’t a food at all, in the true sense of the word. My plan has always been to lasso the hog with a trace chain and after pinning his ears back with a clothes pin, put the ensilage into his nose with a pair of tweezers. “My good lands! You don’t use ensilage to ring hogs.” “ I never believed myself that it should be used for that purpose, but when you want to ring hens, or young calves to keep them from sucking—” The farmer gravely shook his head, “ Did you ever try ensilage on the hired girl ?” said Dyke desperately, and winking like a bat at 11:30 a. m. The farmer slowly arose, and with some evidence of rheumatic twinges in his legs. “Young man,” he said “you are a long ways from home, ain’t you ? ” “Yes,” replied Dyke, dropping his eyes beneath the stem glances of the farmer. “In my ancestral halls in England, sad-eyed retainers wearily watch and wait for my return.” “ Go home, young man, go home to your feudal castle, and while on your way acrosss the rolling deep, muse on the fact that ensilage is simply canned food for live stock—put up expressly for family use in a silo, which is noth ing less than an air-tight pit where corn stalks, grass, millet, clover, alfalfa and other gieen truck is preserved for winter use, as green and verdant as the sub-editor of the Farmers' Friend and Cultivators’ Champion And Dyke Fortescue sighed as he remarked to himself: “ There ain’t so blamed much fun in running an agri Sijrtings. cultural paper as I thought. 1 '—Ttaxu SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS* Mr. Earnest Giles, the explorer, con templates organizing a grand final ex pedition to traverse the remaining un¬ explored portions of the Australian continent We read, says the Scientific Ameri¬ can, every now and then of cases in which burglars are supposed to have rendered their victims unconscious by holding cloths wet with chloroform to keyholes before entering an apartment. Of course, the absurdity of such a fic¬ tion is apparent. Whether sleepers can pass from natural to chloroform sleep if it is held near the face is still a question. Drs. Sitherwood and Hanlan have expressed the belief that excessive mental work produces a rapid decay of t * ie teeth. As an explanation of the alleged fact, another writer suggests that the overworked brain steals all tor the phosphates and leaves none for the teeth, or else that too much study causes the general health to deterior at e. The Lancet doubts if excessive mental work can of itself induce- seri ous disease, but thinks it more proba ble that ill effects result from the worry—which wears upon the system bke friction upon the engine—attend in g suc b work, As to position in writing, a German professor maintains that, while the nor mal distance between the eyes and the desk ought to be twenty-five centT metres, (approximately, ten inches), it is but rarely that this distance is actu ally observed, in very many instances no more than seven centimetres (2.75 inches) being permitted. From this close application of the head to the desk, and the circumstance that in most cases the body in writing is twist* ed to the right, thereby causing an ele* vation of the right shoulder, a curva¬ ture of the spine (developed to from thirty to forty per cent, among girls) is not infrequently brought about. It was further remarked that of the child ren examined only ten per cent, were naturally short-sighted, and that, as among wild races defective vi*on is a matter of great rarity, the trouble in question was a product of modern civi lization and the existing system of class teaching, Opium Cigars. There are few persons outside of tkose in police circles and dealers in articles consumed by opium users Shat are aware how widespread is the use of this noxious drug in San Francisco, Dru ggists can tell of the numerous calls for it in liquid and powdered form.and the police have only a partial knowledge of the number of places ^'kere opium smoking is surreptitious *7 carried on. Cigarettes impregnated w ith the fumes of the drug have long been sold, and in this way the habit of °P’ um smoking has often been uncon sciously acquired. If the several forms mentioned in which the drug is made to supply the demand were not enough, another end more insinuating at tk e same time as innocent in ap pearance as any, has been introduced, Probably some of the readers of this it,em have recently seen small, elegant¬ ly made boxes, an inch or an inch and a half wide by two inches long filled with the tiniest of cigars—toy cigars they look like—much better made than the larger article. If curiosity had prompted an examination these little cigars would have been found to have been made of the best tobacco and ver Y fragrantly scented. These small specimens of the cigar-makers’ craft are the new form in which the appe¬ tite of opium smoking is indulged in in a more open manner than it can be usually followed by the devotees of the pernicious habit. Opium is too costlj to be mixed with the tobacco of these small cigars, and it is a question if it is not in a more poisonous shape than when used in the way of a liquid such 83 laudanum, or a powder, or in the usual pasty form. The tobacco—and good tobacco is used—is put in a brazier and held over burning opium, until the weed is thoroughly impreg¬ nated with the fumes of the drug, and it is a question if it is not stronger thus smoked than when inhaled direct trom the paste. Those who know the terrible effects of drinking anything from a glass “smoked” with tobacco smoke can probably appreciate the strength of these innocent looking small cigars when saturated with the fumes of opium. These cigars are not s °id by tobacconists, and are difficult t0 ff et even by those who use them, They are sold on the quiet, so it is said, by Chinamen who are strictly “no sabee” to any one they are not certain of, Two sizes were shown the writer, one an inch long and over an ei 8hth of an inch in diameter, the other nearly h;df an inch longer and proportionately thicker,both kinds well ma< * e ‘ A smaU mouth-piece, similar to a cigarette holdor, accompanied tlio box » wh ich contained fifteen cigars.— San Franoisco Call, PUBLISHERS. m. 45. BVMOROV8. It takes the moon to bring a dog t# bay. “Over the crystal waters she leant tn careless grace,” says a recent poem. Another case of sea-sickness. Carpenters who refashioned old dry goods boxes should be called “circum* stances,” because they alter cases. You can get a very good idea of “natural selection,” in its practical workings, by viewing a celery glass after it has been nee around the ta¬ ble. “Postponed on account of the weath¬ er,” as the timid city man said when he did not go through a sheep pasture with a belligerent ram holding th® fort. “Please pass the goat,” said a board¬ er to his hostess. “Why do you call my butter the goat?” asked the lady. “Because,” replied the unfeeling wretch, “it’s a very strong butter.” One-horse power is computed to raise 33,000 pounds one foot high in one minute. A mule has about the same power, but he exerts it in a different manner. He can raise 150 pounds 33, 000 feet high in one minute. SIGNS OF SCXMER. WhUe many men are muttering, The fans are fieredy fluttering, Fresh soda water’s spluttering, And stupid chaps are stuttering, “Is it hot enough for you!” “There is one thing connected with your table,” said a drummer to a west¬ ern landlord, “that is not surpassed even by the best hotels in Chicago.’’ ‘‘Yes?” replied the pleased landlord; ‘and what is that ?” “The salt.” A physician sav3 that onions, if slowly stewed in weak broth and eaten with a little pepper, are an admirable article of diet for patients of studious and sedentary habits. That may be, but the trouble is that people won’t re* main studious and sedentary after eat¬ ing them. They are suddenly filled with the desire to button-hole some¬ body and talk. According to an exchange, a self¬ acting sofa, just large enough for two, has been invented. If properly wound up it will begin to ring a warning bell just before 10 o’clock. At one minute after 10 it splits apart, and while one half carries the daughter of the house up stairs, the other half kicks her young man out of doors. They will come high, but people must have them. Three Distinguished Women. Two young ladies of Terre Haute were returning from California. The parlor car was crowded with passen¬ gers. At a small station a woman in showy attire entered and demanded a whole section. It was not to be had, and the conductor, brakeman, porter and cook, who seemed to be impressed with the new passenger’s importance^ were all painfully exercised to know where to put her. The cause of all this commotion was very blonde, very large, very richly clothed, and very swell. When it seemed impossible to get her a whole section, or even half a one, she turned to the young ladies and said: “Will you consent to take the upper berth of your section and let me have the lower?” “Sorry we can't oblige you,” replied one of the pink-cheeked fairies; “but really we prefer to keep the lower berth ourselves.” Then the big blonde straightened herself up, threw ineffable contempt and importance into her pale eyes, and said: Perhaps you don’t know who I am ?” “No, we don’t,” replied the Terre Haute girl in a tone of serene indif¬ ference. “I will tell you,” said the woman of silks and jewels, “I am Mrs. CoL Dun levy Wickersham” (Dunlevy Wicker sham is known all along that end of the road as a bonanza man—bush els of money—so much that he needs noth¬ ing more). “Are you, indeed!” replied the Iloosier maiden. “Perhaps you don’t know who I am?” Madame Bonanza’s face said that she didn’t, and also, that she had some suriosity. “Well, I am Mrs. Gen, Grant.” “And I,” said her companion, who had hitherto kept silent, “am Queen Victoria.— Indianapolis Review. Circumlocutory. “ Madame,” said a young man to a widow whose daughter he was court¬ ing, “I have a request to make of you.” “ Very well, sir, what is it?” “I want you to give me that which you never had, never wanted, wouldn’t have if it were offered you, and yet you can give it to me.” “ I don’t understand you at all," re¬ plied the mystified widow. “ I want you to give me a wifel ” “Oho! You want my daughter, do you? Well you can have her, but apeak plainer next titne,"—