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MACHINERY DEPOT.
W. J. POLLARD 3
MANUFACTURER and MANUFACTURERS’ AGENT.
MANUFACTURER OP
W. j. Pollard’s Champion Cotton Gin
Feeders & Contort Smith’s Hand Pof er Cotton &!Hay Press,
General agent for Grain Threshers and Separators and Agricnltnral Sons’ Agricultural, Imple
me nts, Fairbanks & Go.’s 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. Goodall <fc .Waters’ Wood Working Machinery. W. L.
Bradley’s Standard Fertilizers. The Desn Steam Pump. Kreible’s Vibra'ing
Cylinder Steam Engines. Otto’s Silent Gas Engines. Acme Pulverizing Har¬
row, Clod Crusher and Leveler.
MACHINERY OF ALL KINDS.
-Belting, Packing, Brass Fittings, Iron Fittings, Iron Pipe, Rubber Hose and
everything that can be used on or about machinery. Cotton Mill Supplies a
. s; erialty. Tools tf all kinds, Hancock Inspirators, etc. Fira'ly, I de-ire to
make the machine business a complete success, and will guarantee to furnish
everything wanted in that line on as reasonable terms and at as short notice
as any house in (he country. My stock is the largest largest and most varied of any
house South.- My connection with some of the man ifactories in the
United States gives me superior advantages Be for furnishing tho best and most
reliable work found anywhere. certain to call on
■w. j\ ForjXj-A-RiD,
731, 734 & 736 Reynolds Street,,
AUGUSTA, ■s GEORGIA.
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FURNITURE.
If wo don’t Beat New York Prices wo will
Give You a NICE SET.
The Largest and Finest Stock ever offered
in Augusta. Five carloads just received.
All ffie Latest Styles and Price; Cheaper
than Ever. WE DEFY COMPETITION'
Our New Catalogue will be Ready in 'l e >.
Days. Write for one.
J. L. BOWLES & CO.,
m AND 839 BROAD STREET,
AUGUSTA, CA.
JAMES HINES 9
SUCCESSOR TO
P. H. NOROTAI,
Washington ■ • Ga • 5
—DEAL&C IN— .
GroserieCM 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
Mamtimod. “ The Best Goods at the Lowest
Living Rates.”
At Mrs, N. Brum Clark’s
Ladies will find New and Stylish Neck¬
wear. Look at the Febne Laces. They
mggtbe The Latest seen to Styles be appreciated. in Hats and Bonnets
ceived weekly during re¬
Our the season.
unsurpassed Mourning in Bonne's and Crepe Veils
are quality and price. Wo
keep best English Crepes, new Lisse Ruching,
A e?v Ribbons—-every width, color and qual
lty.
Biack Silk Glo/es, Mourning wear; Ckil
aren ■New s Styles; Hosiery in excellent quality—some
ti.nres, Bridal Corsets, Veiling anduloves; Hoop Skirts, Tour
of Veiling, all kinds
kinds. Brussel’s Nets; Nets of all
Great variety of Laces— Black, White and
Cream. Embroidery Silk, best Knitting
New £i:k, Jewelry, be wing Silk, Buttons in latest styles,
lings, dins, LnsterUEs Jet Bracelets, Ear
other styles &c., Coi.i Silver Jewelry and
Work, Lace entirely Pillow new; Material for Fancy
New Hair Goods—pretty Shams, Splashers, Ac.
and becoming
“ Polo” Caps, “ Fez” Caps, “ Tam O’ghan
ter” Caps—m the new eo'.oi-s fox Children.
Hand-Knitted Gcois for Infants. Infan's’
Caps Faniy in Laee, Goods Velvet and Satin. Our Stock
tf is too varied to itemize.
We are prepared to furnish anything in
the Mn.i.tNiSKt Lnrtj, and to fill orders
promptly. tended Orders from the country at¬
to as soon as received. We never
Disappoint. Our friends in adjacent coun¬
ties will find it to their interest to send to ns
we will make any purchases for them in the
city free of commission. •
We guarantee Prices and Quality.
8x0 Bboad Stbeev is the place to obtaiu
Stgfah Articles for a Lady’s Toilet.
THE AUGUSTA, ELBERTON AND CHI CAGO RAILROAD.
SAMUEL H. MYERS,
SUCCESSOR T
MYERS & MARCUS,
838 & 840 Broad Street,
AUGUSTA, GA
WHOLESALE JOBBER OF DRY GOODS,
TIONS. SHOES. HATS ANO CLOTHING
j, i, AIDER SOU,
COTTON FACTOR
—AND—
Commission iorchagif,
—AT THE—
O -I Stand of R A. Fleming,
903 Reynolds Streel, Augusta, Ga:
Fe sonai attention given to all business
T. Love Fuller, so well known in Lincoln,
and who for many years has been with
YY ring & Hack, is in charge, and will be glad
to tee hi s many friends.
______ _
Murphey, Harmon & Go.,
NC’OIiNTON, GA.,
T0MBS10NES, MONUMENTS
PUT UP TO LAST.
Work Guaranteed,
Refer to their work thronghout Lincoln
county.
Prices Very Low
P. HANSBERGER,
—MANUFACTURER OF
CIGARS,
—AND DEALER IN—
Tobacco, Pipes and
Smokers’ Articles.
Cigarettes to tho trade a specialty. Manr •
factory on El is street. Fireworks by w’ao'e
sal'.
70"!Broad street, AUGUSTA, GA.
W. S3. f&ERCIER,
COTTON FACTOE AW£>
Geisral Commm Mercliani,
No. 3 Warren Block,
Augusta, Ga.
Will give personal an I m j.l atto.i
lion to tho Weighing and Sel f Colton
Liberal Cash Advaiw - ' ‘ ■"-naign
meats.
LINCOLNTON, GA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 19, J883.
The Whirlpool'
h
In the shade of the headland, a span Irom the
shore,
The whirlpool lies coiled in sleep—
Who could guess that the slumbering brow
ever bore
A lrown that is crafty and deep?
Yet ’tie here iu the blast of the hurricane’s
breath
That the soul-laden ship finds a doom;
To the musical moan ot this circle of death
Do they pass to their lathomless tomb.
Youth in its bloom.
Age in its gloom,
Mother and father, the maid and her
mate,
Master and slave
Finding a grave
In this mad magic circle, the whirlpool
of fate!
n.
In the heart of the city, in turmoil and din,
The whirlpool dotlilfcarlessly ride;
In its merciless torrents are virtue and sin
The parson and thiel side by side;
Here the band of Iho peasant is gripped by the
glove
Of the gallant who lives but to lie;
And the maiden to-day who is learning to love,
On the morrow has learnt how to die!
Vice with its paint,
Crime with its taint,
Cradle and coffin, the lowly and great;
Billows ot blood
Cresting the flood
Of this mad magic circles, the whirpool
of fate!
—Arthur W. Pinero.
THE ADOPTED SON.
The burgomaster frowned and knit
his heavy brows; he was perplexed as
to what should be done with the little
figure before him. There he stood in
his wooden sabot and rough peasant’s
clothes, hat in hand, and under one
arm the precious possession of his life
—a little old black fiddle.
The child’s face was what puzzled
the burgomaster more than the simple
question of what he should do. 'When
the boy looked up with his eager,
earnest eyes, it somehow seemed to
him strangely familiar.
Where had he seen it all before?
There was no fear in his manner;
only a restless movement of the hand
holding the cap, showed him to be ill
at ease.:. The week before he had come
into town with his little old fiddle
and strange accent, and until to-day
had been unmolested.
Now, for what reason he could not
guess, he had been seized upon sud¬
denly by the town authorities and
brought before the burgomaster. A
part only could he make out of what
was said, for his own language sound¬
ed queer on those strange tongues;
and as to the explanations offered,
they had seemed a perfect jargon to
the towns people; therefore the burgo¬
master being a learned m<yi and versed
in the patois spoken in various sec¬
tions of the country, the lad was
brought to him. Their duty, at all
events, had been accomplished. They
had explained how day after day the
child pursued no calling—attempted
no trade—but sat on a bench or by the
road, with the children clustering
about, playing his fiddle, content, if in
return they sometimes shared with
him their slices of bread.
It was a vagrant life, and would
teacli their own little ones bad habits,
therefore must be stopped. Either he
must leave the place, or go among the
town people and learn an honest trade.
The burgomaster, a stout, red-faeed
man, had long ago done with senti¬
ment—therefore small leniency was to
be looked for from him.
So Carl was brought, and now all
alone, stood before the magistrate.
What had he done, or what was to be
done with him, he did not know.
After a silence, seeing the burgo¬
master looking at him, Carl came a
step forward, and, with his impetuous
manner, exclaimed:
“What is it I have done? Naught
but play upon my fiddle to tho chil¬
dren. It did no harm, and they liked
it. Is it an offense to make music ? In
other places, I and my fiddle have
made friends with the towns folks.”
The shaggy brows knit closer, and
away down in the burgomaster’s heart
stirred a chord that for long years had
lain so quiet its existence had well
nigh been forgotten.
Understand what the boy said? At
sound of that patois, so strange to the
ignorant townspeople, there came to
him visions of his youth, and a long
holiday in the far-off sunny hamlet
where this dialect to him had grown
the sweetest music in the "world as it
fell in liquid, guttural notes from the
lips of a young peasant maid.
So well the memory came—so fresh,
it seemed but yesterday—when, over¬
worked with studies, he had gone from
home to gain health and strength, and
leave learning for awhile to Its own
devices. Well had his father’s injunc¬
tions been carried out in all save the
last, and that truly had been through
no spirit of disobedience. It was no
lore gained from books; it sprang up
in his heart, and not until the lesson
had been learned too thorougnly ever
to be forgotten, did he even guess of
its existence;
“Come, lad,” he says kindly, and at
the sound the boy’s heart rejoices, for
he hears his own tongue, a little
strange from disuse, yet perfectly in¬
telligible. “They say that thou must
give up thy fiddle if ever thou wouldst
thrive.”
“Ah, nein, nein— it is my heart!” —
clasping it the closer.
“Thyheart? Then, lad, it shall not
go; yet first let’s hear what thou canst
bring from it.”
For a moment Carl looked thought¬
fully into the burgomaster’s face; then
says:
“Thou shall hear what the corn sings
when it is growing, and the t ?es
whisper when the breeze touches them
at night In the times when I have
lain upon the hillsides, watching sheep,
my fiddle and I heard it over and
over.”
The lad’s quaint imaginings touch
the burgomaster’s heart, and smiling,
he nods his head to the boy. Slowly
the old fiddle is taken out, the strings
tightened; then resting his chin upon
it lightly he draws the bow across.
The burgomaster starts; he had
thought to hear some childish strains,
yet these notes the boy brings forth
from the old fiddle have in them all
the power of a master hand.
The picture comes before him of the
quiet night, the restful sheep huddled
together on the hillside, the breeze as
it goes sweeping by moaning the trees,
the gentle rustle of the distant grain
growing in the darkness, and the lone¬
ly little figure of the watchful lad
gathering these sounds and heaping
them up in his heart till they tremble
forth at liis touch upon the vibrat¬
ing strings.
Hark! The darkness moves away.
In the east the sun comes flushing up,
and all the air is suddenly pulsing with
the singing of the dawn-birds.
Ah, Carl, Carl—lad,with thy heaven
born gift, thou hast won the stern old
heart before thee. Thou hast saved
thyself a world of wondering, and
gained a life of ease.,
The, one green spojjgin the magnate’s
"heart holds a memory which Carl’s
playing has brought to life. Again he
is young—a student—and in the twi¬
light stands waiting for the song of
the young peasant coming home from
her work. The song comes nearer,
and when into her pathway he steps
with outstretched arms, he laughs out
joyously to see the happiness spring
up in her eyes.
Yet fate had come between. It was
not fit that the only son of rich old
burgomaster Van Gruisen should wed
with a peasant; so he had come away
at his father’s bidding, leaving behind
his heart among the green country lanes
where dwelt the impetuous little soul
through whose veins ran the fire of
the South. Ah, God, how he had suf¬
fered! Suffered as his father, -with
his plegmatic temperament, could not
even dream.
He had pined so that his studies and
whole life grew distasteful; then, at
length the father had relented, consent¬
ed grudgingly to his son’s wearing the
little field flower where he had hoped
to place a rare exotic.
Not waiting for aught beyond a
bare consent, the son started forth »
eager to gain that so long denied.
Alas, he came too late. Elspeth had
been but a foolish maid, the neighbors
said, to love the burgomaster’s son—
a foolish maid to have naught to say
to the village lads; and when the
young stranger left, just seemed to
lose all heart, and one day came home
ill with a fever.
So while the stern old man debated,
Death stepped in and gathered the
wild daisy of his son’s heart; and when
he came, the grass was already green
on her grave, and he could but take
away with him the memory of what
had been, and the knowledge that of
the two hearts thus sundered, one had
broken.
Long years went by, and the old
burgomaster died. When his son suc¬
ceeded him, he had married a buxom,
unimpressionable dame, who brought
with her a dower of gold and linen.
She ruled his house, attended to his
wants, and of the two daughters bom
of the marriage, had seen that they
were both well versed in those things
a good housewife should know.
They were too much like their
mother ever to interest him much, and
his heart some times yearned for a son
to bear his name, but none had come.
Carl, little guessed, as he ended his
playing, of all the thoughts he had
conjured up in the burgomaster’s
brain.
. “Well, lad, thou hast a gift, thee and
thy fiddle, of bringing old-timo music
into my heart. Thou has a name,
what is it?”
“Carl Mueller; and I have neither
friends nor home, save those we win
together, my fiddle and I.”
“Thou hast not? So much the bet
ter, for now thou canst have both
Wilt thou be a son to me? Thou shall
be taught, and if thou art clever, as 1
take thee to be, one day from out thj
little black fiddle thou shalt draw
music that shall make all heart*
thine.”
Could Carl believe bis own senses! |
lie hardly knew what to say .Whal
was this life promised him? Nc
more wandering, sleeping where h«
might, tired and often supperless. Thf
tears stood in his eyes, then quickly
seizing the burgomaster’s hand, he
kissed it.
Yes, the fiddle, the little old black
thing so contemptuously spoken of by
the townsfolks, had gained for Carl
what money could never have done—
a place in the burgomaster’s heart
At first the little peasant lad, with
his strange tongue and odd ways, had
been a sore trial to the burgomaster’s
wife; yet the lad being gentle and
lovable, had won a place tor himself
111 the household; and when, after his
day’s studies were over, he sat back in
a ‘ comer softly playing the melodies as
ey sprang up in his heart, the aetive .
hands would drop their knitting, and
the glittering needles lay quiet in the
lap of the busy housewife.
‘ O tl,n e went by, and the little lad
w as sent up to one of the great city
conservatories to follow his calling.
He had not been idle; even the dul
lest parts of his studies were a pleas
ure, and day after day he worked away
rougi\er\ o\eo his art, and that
the dear old burgomaster might see
his kindness had not been misplaced.
Thus Carl grew, until when, at
length, having wrought out all the
themes of the great master, he bade
the place adieu, carrying with him
only the black fiddle.
Of how he went from city * to city and
land to land, swaying with his magic
touch of the bow the throngs who came
to hear, I cannot tell you.
Yet to-day there is not a crowned
head in Europe who has not listened
to the little peasant's playing, and
showered upon him gifts and medals.
Through it all,Carl’s heart is true to the
memory of the white-haired old man
in far-off Germany who calls him son,
and who, almost as much as the lad
himself, prizes the old black fiddle
which has won for him all this honor,
As there comes to him in loving lan
guage news of each fresh triumph,tears
dim his eyes, and his mind recalls the
time when the towns-folk had said the
stranger lad must part with his fiddle,
and he, clasping it the closer, cried
0U (,.
“Nein, nein: it is my heart!”
Accidental Discoveries .
Accidental discoveries have supplied
some of the most valuable processes of,
the industrial arts. It is said that the
rolling of cold iron was first suggested
bv the fact that a workman who was
placing a piece of hot iron in the rolls
carelessly permitted his tongs to be
drawn in. He noticed that they were
rolled, and not broken. He called the
attention of the superintendent to the
occurrence, and this led to investiga
tion and experiment and the discovery
that cold rolled iron is equal to steel
for shafting purposes. The process of
rolling iron cold was soon patented,
and millions of dollars have been made
out of the patent
There are many similar instances
where observing workmen have called
attention to valuable processes. A
signal one was in the early period of
the cotton manufacture, when a good
deal of trouble was caused by the cot
ton sticking to the bobbins. All the
workmen in the mill were delayed by
the necessity of stopping work to clean
the bobbins. At last one workman
found a way to obviate the trouble,
He, and he alone in all the mill, had
clean bobbins. For a long time he
kept his secret to himself. He finally
revealed it on the promise of a pint of
beer a day for life. His secret was to
“chalk the bobbins.” This little scrap¬
ing of salt on the bobbins saved mil¬
lions of dollars a year, and the observ¬
ing workman got not only his beer,
but a competence.
Each extension of modern enterprise
and skill brings with it a train of in
ventions. The railway, tht telegraph,
the steamboat, the development of
iron, electricity and petroleum, have
each produced a long line of inventors
more or less successful, so that each of
these industries might have a credita
ble exhibition by itself.— New York
Sun.
France’s Population.
From the complete returns of the
last French census it appears that
the female sex exceeds the male by
122,254 — thus, males 18,656,518,
females 18,778,772. Of the males
10,110,601 are unmarried and 1,025,-
731 widowers; while of the females
9,280,862 are unmarried and 1,964.-
557 widows. The total number
inhabitants is 87,405,290.
SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS.
Incandescent deetriclamps are used
in the carriage lamps of Baron Roths
child, of Vienna. Storage batteries
placed under the coachman’s seat are
said to be capable of carrying a charge
of electricity sufficient to feed the
lumps for one hundred hours.
M. Charles Montigny, of Brussels,
has noticed that not only does the
aurora borealis increase the scintil
lation of stars—as other observers
have noted—but that magnetic dis
turbances produce the same effect even
when accompanied by no visible auro
ra. The influence is strongest for stars
in the north,
Recently one man was taken very
in and another died from the effects of
handling poisoned hides. There is no
reason why hides should not convey
serious and fatal diseases, like clothing.
“gome years ago,” says the Scientific
American, “an importer of hides in
New York died from the effects of a
bite or sting of a fly which inhabited
the loft where his hides were stored.”
| There are reports from several parts
g weden 0 f a hitherto unknown and
very destructive ^ of caterpillar
which is giving a great deal of trouble
to the farmers and anxiety to the
wh ole population. It is gray-brown,
vvith deep gray stripes; its appearance
i j s rn 0s t common after rain. Its work
on cr0 p 8 has been so serious as
^ demand the assistance of the gov
; ernment .
-phe opinion 1 is said to be gaining “
*T nd . metaUurgists, ... . that
among
I ^ver mechanical ^ “ P reft strength “ b 6 " is pUrG d^
^ “ eta \ to the f 6 mechanical ° f value ob of f iron ra *
*■**“* t0 "VTf
em ° e same w e er ie ar ic e e
a monster gun or a ship s cable. But
this tendency of iron to crystallize
may be prevented by the almixture of
other metals.
Prof. Proctor asserts that the moon
has grown old sLx times as fast as the
earth, a comparison of the masses and
radiating surfaces of the two bodies
makin S jt evident that the earth ’ s
internal heat was originally sufficient
to Iast six times as lon S 33 the moon ’ s
6U PPL’- Ou the very moderate as
j sumption, millions of therefore, years have that passed only since twelve the
earth and the moon were at the same
stage of planetary life, this astrono
mer s h°ws ns that sixty millions of
Y ears must elapse before the earth
kave reac hed the stage of life
through which the moon is now pass¬
ing.
Japanese Object Teaching.
The teachers at the school for the
sons of Japanese nobles in Tokio ap
pears to have hit upon a notable
method of teaching physical geogra
phy. In the court behind the school
building is a physical map of the
country, between 300 and 400 feet
long. It is made of turf and rock and
is bordered with pebbles, which look at
a little distance much like water,
Every inlet, river and mountain is re
produced in this model with a fidelity
to detail which is wonderful. Latitude
and longitude are indicated by tele
graph wires, and tablets show the po
sition of the cities. Ingenious devices
are employed in illustrating botanic
studies also. For example the pine is
illustrated by a picture showing the
cone, leaf and dissected flower, set in a
frame which shows the bark and lon
gitudinal and transverse sections of
the wood.— Nature.
Half Worm and Half Snake .
The mountains furnish many strange
forms of life which the dry, hot valleys
never develop. Old rotten pine logs
seem to be the favorite nest of a loath¬
some creature which is lialf-way be¬
tween a worm and a snake. It is
usually a foot long and nearly an inch
in diameter, with a head like a snake,
and a clumsy, blunt tail. It is of a
dead color, between a dirty green and
a brown, without spots or stripes. It
is slow of movement, cold and clam
touch, and seems to be more
a i ed y than bone and muscle. It is
regarded as harmless, and the woods
men P' c ^ up and handle it careless-
1 irginia City (Nev.) Enterprise.
Around Gainesville, Fla., the ram¬
iug and shipping of the turbine squash
has become an industry. It finds a
ready sale at Boston, and is used
most exclusively for making pies. -In
shape it resembles a turbine
whence it takes it3 name. It has
color of the pumpkin and looks like a
kershaw, but is finer and of a more
delicate flavor. The vines bear heavily,
and continue bearing until about the
1st of August. The prices vary from
$4.50 to $5 per barrel.
Montana is paying great attention to
boring artesian wells.
PUBLISHERS.
NO. 1.
humorous.
It is said that it comes natural foi
women to flirt while they are at the
sea-shore, and, as usual, one wave of
a woman’s handkerchief continues to
attract more attention than all the
waves of the sea.
The first ice-cream ever seen in St.
Louis was served at a wedding sixty
years ago. In this instance, as in
many another, it was the first glass
that led on to years of debauchery and
excess, until to-day there are thou
sands held in the thraldom of this
awful curse.
Calling the roll—Yelling “ho. juns.”
A popular candidate, like a id egg,
jg hard to beat
Covered Freize, a Brazilian physician
has in the blood of yellow
f eYe r patients a minute parasite which,
he believes ’ is the cause of yellow
fever.
“There’s plenty of room at the top,*
is very true of dudes.
We are happy to know, dear reader,
that U will always be in luck.
Rulers sway the people, but the
schoolmasters sway the rulers,
Millions of dollars have been ex
pended and hundreds of brave lives
have been lost, in daring efforts to
pierce the frozen north, and yet the
price of ice-cream keeps up to the
highest quotation and the smallest
dishes of twenty years,
An earthquake usually causes an
active movement in real estate,
; when CoIeridg^“My they are shut.” eyes They make cannotbe pict^i
! sea *™ ws -
Glove contests are not unknown to
thefairsex . Didycm ever see a young
My putting on a tight pair of kids
while the last bell is tolling for church,
Sunday morning?
; A French business man’s son bad
j been at college with the heir of the
' title of baron and a fine fortune. As
i baron into
soon as the young came
j possession of this property he ceased
I all relations with his comrade. Sev^
\ eral years passed by. One day some
i one said to the business man: “How is
j your friend the baron? Is he ruined?”
“I think so, for yesterday we passed
each other on the boulevard and he
saluted me!”
CLIPPINGS FOR THE CURIOUS.
The Navajos Indians make blankets
which are so closely woven that they
hold water.
The cholera, says somebody, has ap¬
peared at exact intervals of seventeen
years, namely 1832, 1849, 1866, and
1883 .
Many of the old tall clocks now so
much admired are made in Berkshire,
with works from Connecticut, and are
less than a year old when bought for
genuine antiquities.
A g° od Cremona violin has fifty
divisions. The back, neck,"sides
aad circles are of sycamore; the belly,
base-bar, sounding-post, and six blocks
of deal; tke finger-board and tail-piece
of ebon v -
.
The " Chinese have a law that if the
elder brother in a family should have
no children when fifty years of age,
he may claim the eldest son of any of
his younger brothers, and make him bis
heir
How Grant Went to West Point.
The Washington correspondent of
tbe Pb '‘ ladel b bia Recor(l tells bow
Grant secured his appointment at
TV est Point:
General Grant’s mother sent him
one day to borrow some butter, runs
the story, and, as a result, we have
the hero of to-day. It was noon, and
the neighbor’s family were at dinner.
’Lysses sat down while the neighbor’s
daughter went to get the butter. As
he sat there he heard the head of the
house read a letter from his eldest son,
who had gone to West Point under the
appointment of the congressman from
that district. The boy wrote his
father that he had failed to pass the
examination, and that he wanted him
to hear the news first from himself,
’Lysses then asked Mrs. Neighbor for
the butter, took it home and went at
once to the office of the congressman.
To him he said: “Will you give me
your next appontment to West
Point?” “We’ll see about that when
it comes,” said the congressman in an
encouraging way. “Will you give me
the chance if Jack Neighbor fails?”
persisted young Grant. “You never
would pass if Jack failed, ’Lysses,”
said the congressman. “Will you
make me the promise?” insisted
Grant. “Well, yes,” said the congress
man, “but it won’t do you any good.”
Grant had all he wanted. Next day
the congressman heard of Jack’s de
feat, and shortly after met Grant.
“Well, ’Lysses,” he said, “you got
ahead of me, didn’t you? But
I’ll keep my promise*”