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THE LINCOLNTON NEWS
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J. E>. COLLEY & CO.,
VOL. II.
lie Bonanza Bargains.
PERFECT SLAUGHTER IN PRICES.
READ AND REFLECT.
It is the constant aim of our firm, by every means in our to supply the “bread
winners of this fair city and the surrounding country power,
with the best
BOOTS,- SHOES,
HATS AND CLOTHING
AT THE LOWEST PRICES.
The present season we have been able to do more than ever bafore for patrons. Ota
best .buyer in of our
thousand consequence recent failures, bought many
dollars’ worth of stock that
WE cj^isr sell .at half prices.
These goods range from the highest to the lowest grades in quality and prices,
and it will be strange if we cannot suit you from our immense
stock. \\ e quote some of our goods and prices:
Infants’ Lace Shoes, 25 cents.
Children’s Lace Shce?, wi h heels, 40 cent 3 .
Children’s Heavy Boots, 50 cents.
Women’s Pegged Shoes, 60 cents.
Ladies’ Standard Calf Shoes, solid, $1.
Mieses’ Kid Sewed Buttoned Boots, SI.
Boys’ Boys’ Heavy Ties, Brogans, 50 cents.
Calf 76 cents.
Gents’ Leather Slippers, 75 cents.
And a host of otter good bargains too numerous to mention. Call early and the
best selections. Put down the price and pash the trade is secure
No trouble to show goods. Satisfaction up guaranteed. our motto.
WM. MULHERIN & OO.,
722 a 913 Broad St, (Ming Department, 14 Jones SL, Augusta, Ca.
DEVENEY, HOOD & CO.
WHOLESALE
Hardware, Carriage & Wagon
material.
RUBBER BELTINGS, ROPES,
LIP^INCOTT AXES, HOWE SCALES,
Balers’ Supplies, Gone Cotton Press, Best Hade.
DEVENEY, HOOD & CO.,
Cor. Broad and Washington Sts., AUGUSTA, GA.
MURRAY’S HOTEL,
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Lincoln ton, Ga.
$2.00 per day for Board and Lodging.
50 Cents a Meal for Man or Horse.
On entering the house remember it is a
hotel, register your name, and finally please
don’t forget to pay yonr bill.
W. T. MURRAY.
Pins’ CARMINATIVE.
Mother’s Friend,
Nurse’s Relief,
Child’s Cure.
For infante and teething children. Infants
suffer more or less the first three months of
their existence .with flatulent colio. The
Carminative gives inBtant relief. In the pro¬
cess of teething the salivary glands are ex
oited, deranging the stomach and bowels,
resulting in emaciation and often death. The
Carminative neutralizes the acid, corrects
the disease and restores the child.
Uuse here PITTS’ CARMINATIVE and rejoice,
that is such relief for the suffering
darlings.
CARPETS
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Carpets and Howe-Furnishing Goods. The
laigest stock south of Baltimore.
MOQUET, BRUSSELS,
3-PLY and INGRAIN CARPETS,
RUGS, MATS and CRUMB CLOTHS.
WINDOW SHADES, WALL PAPERS,
BORDERS, LACE CURTAINS,
CORNICES and POLES, COCOA
And CANTON MATTINGS,
UPHOLSTERY, ENGRAVINGS
OHROMOS, PICTURE FRAMES.
BAILIE & C03KERY,
AUGUSTA, CA.
THE AUGUSTA, ELBERTON AWD CHICAGO RAILROAD,
Men’s Wax Brogans, $1.
Gents’ Calf Ties, a great bargain, *1.
Gents’ Gents’ Heavy Sewed Congress Boots, solid, Gaitsrs, §1.50. §1.25.
Gents’ Boys’ Nobby Calf Imperial Hats, 25 Congress, §2.
Gents’ Wool cents.
Gents’ Fine Stiff Hats, good quality, 60 cents.
Gents' Fine Soft Felt Hats, 76 cents.
THE CHEAPEST
CARPETS
In Augusta,
OR IN THE STATE OR SOUTH.
Stock Large, and Prices Lower than
E.r B /ore.
A FULL LINE OF
Window Shades, Cornices,
Wall Papers and Bord
. ers, Chromos, etc.
JAMES G. BAILIE & SOBS,
713 Broad Street, Augusta,
DR. H. B. KEMME,
DENTIST,
Washiii^ton, G-a.
J. B. MILES,
Mb leper, Gnsiitb,
And TRIMMING in all of its brandies done.
Give me a trial and be convinced.
j BLANCHARD HOUSE,
INCOLNTON, - - GA.
LINCOLNTON, GA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 1883.
MACHINERY DEPOT. j
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W. J. POLLARD,
MANUFACTURER and MANUFACTURERS’ AGENT.
manufacturer of
W. J. Pollard’s Champion Cotton Gin
Feeders & Condensers^ Smiths Hand Power Cotton &!Hay Press.
General agent for Grain Threshers and Separators and Agricultural Imple¬
ments, Fairbanks A Co.’s Standard Scales, etc. Talbot & Sons’ Agricultural,
Portable and Stationary and Steam Traction Engines Engines, and Boilers, Saw Mills, Grist
Mills, etc. C. <fc G. Cooper & Co.’s Portable and Agricul¬
tural Engines, Watertown Agricultural, Portable and Stationary Steam En¬
gines, Saw Mills, etc. Goodall & Waters’ Wood Working Machinery. W. L.
Bradley’s Standard Fertilizers. The Doan Steam Pump. Kreible’s Vibrating
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
specialty. Tools of all kinds, Hancock Inspirators, etc. Finally, I desire to
make the machine business a complete success, and will guarantee to furnish
everything wanted in thit line on as reasonable terms and at as short notice
as any house in the country. My stock is the largest and most varied of any
house South. My connection with some of the largest manufactories in the
United States gives me superior advantages for furnishing the best and most
reliable work found anywhere. Bo certain to call on
w. cr. ifoxjIjAirjd 7
731, 734 & 736 Reynolds Street,
AUGUSTA, GEORGIA.
era £353. ¥
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 Beady in Tea
Days. Write for one.
J. L. BOWLES & co.,
717 AND 839 BROAD STREET,
AUCUSTA, CA.
JAMES HINES
SUCCESSOR TO
P. H. NOROTN,
Washington - - Q-a
—DEALB.C 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. I. Brum Clark’s
Ladies will find New and Stylish Neok
weak. Look at the Fesne Laces. They
must be seen to bo appreciated.
The Latest Stylo-- in Hals and Bonnets re¬
ceived weekly during the season.
Our Mourning Bonce s and Crepe Veils
m keep e unsurpassed beet in quality and price. Wo
Ne.v Ribbons—every English Crepes, new Lisse Rucliing,
tty. width, color and qual
Black Silk Glo ves, Mourning wear; Chil¬
dren’s Hosiery in excellent quality—some
New Styles; Corsets, Hoop Skirts. Tonr
Tnures, Bridal Veiling and Gloves; all kinds
of kinds. Veiling, Brursel’s Nets; Nets of all
Gioat variety of Laces— Black, White and
Cream. Embroidery Silk, best Knitting
Silk, New Jewelry, Sowing Silk, Lusterlsss Buttons in latest styles,
Jtt Braro'.ets, Ear¬
rings. Pins, Ac., Coin Silver Jewelry and
otlier styles entirely now: Material for Fancy
Work, Hair Lace Pillow Shams, Splashe s, Ac.
Now Goads—pretty and becoming
sty'o-. Polo”
“ Caps—in Caps, « Fez” Caps, “ Tam O’Shm
ter” the new colors fi r Children.
lland-Knitted Goods for Infante, Infants'
Caps in Lace, Velvet and Satin. Our Stock
It Fan -y Goods is too varied t > itemize.
We arc prepared to furnish anything in
the MiLLiN'Kav Line, and to fill orders
tended pro npMy. Oidors from the country at¬
to as soon as received. We nevor
Disappoint. Our friends in adjacent coun¬
ties will find it to thoir intorostto send to ns.
We will make any purchases for them in the
city free of commission.
Wo guarantee Prices and Quality.
8it) Broad Stbkev is the place to obtain
Stylish G.vcusucuU. Article* for h Lady’s Toilet.
yjm
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—
Oommission Merchant,
—AT THE—
Old Stand of R. A. Fleming,
903 Reynolds Street, Augusta, Ga'
Persons l attention given to all business
T. Lore Fuller, so well known in Lincoln,
and who for many years has been with
Young A Hack, is in charge, and will be glad
to see his many friends.
_
Marphey, Harmon & Co.,
NCOLNTON, GA,,
TOMBSTONES, MONUMENTS
PUT DP TO LAST.
Work Guaranteed,
T.ofer 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 who'e
sals.
70d Broad street. AUGUSTA, GA.
W. N. PilERCIER,
COTTON FACTOR AND
General Commission Mercian!,
PSo. 3 Warren Block,
Augusta, 6a.
" ill give personal and undivided atleii
lion Liberal to the Weighing Ativan-** and Selling of.Cotton
Cash
meats.
Zfte Milking Hour.
Ton good old Boas, stand quietly now,
And don’t be taming your head this way.
You’re looking for Donald, it’s plain to see,
But he won't be here to-day.
Nobody came with me, dear old Boas,
Not even to carry my pail; for, yon see,
Donald’s gone whistling down the lane,
And Donald is vexed with me.
And all because of a trifling thing:
He asked me a question, and I said “Nay.”
I never dreamed that he would not gu*83
It was only a woman’s way.
I wonder if Donald has ever learned
The motto of “Try and try again.”
I think, if he had, it might have been
He had not learned in vain.
And there needn’t have stretched between us
two,
On this lair evening, the meadow wide,
And I needn’t have milked alone to-night,
With nobody at my side.
What was it he said to me yester eve,
Something about—about my eyes?
It’s strange how clever that Donald can be;
That is, whenever he tries.
Now, Bossy, old cow, you mustn’t tell
That I’ve cried a little while milking you;
For, don’t you see? it is nothing to me
What Donald may choose to do.
H he chose to go whistling down the lane,
I chose to sing gayly coming here.
But it’s lonely without him, after all;
Now isn’t it, Bossy dear ?
I—hark ! who’s that? Oh, Donald, it’s you !
Did you speak ?—excuse me—what did you
say?
“May you carry my pail?” Well, yes; at least,
I suppose, is you try, you may.
But, Donald, if I had answered No,
Do you think it would have occurred to yon
Not to be vexed at a wSman’s way,
But to try what coaxing would do ?
— Harper’s Weekly.
A SOCIETY ITEM.
“Did ye see the Thunderer, Mis3 Ab¬
igail ?” queried old Simon Sharpe, in
quite a fever of excitement.
He was leaning over the little green
painted gate, coatless and blue-shirted.
Just beyond Miss Abigail Byrnes
paused in her task of tying up heavy
headed August roses—a tall, angular
figure, clad in a brown-and-white
striped print and big yellow sun bon¬
net. Yery bony, scant of smiles, and
hard of feature was Miss Abigail, but
gentle and generous as a child’s was
the heart under the ugly calico gown.
“No,” she replied, “I haven’t seen it
—what’s the news?”
He responded with a counter ques¬
tion.
“You remember Roger Kearney?”
“To be sure. He went to the city to
start a big store. What of him ?”
“They be a-saying down at the Cor¬
ner that just now when he had got his
big store built, stocked and flourisbin’,
he has gone and been burned clean out;
every yard of silk stuff and ivory but¬
tons.”
He paused breathless.
Miss Abigail clasped her thin hands
and elevated her pale brows in dis¬
may—not at the peculiar English and
curious rhetoric of her narrator, but
at the startling information imparted.
“Land sakes!” she ejaculated. “You
don't say so !”
Simon nodded vigorously.
“Yes,” he affirmed, with apparent
savage relish observable in even phleg¬
matic natures when the misfortune of
another is the subject of discussion,
“lost everything, they say! Hadn’t
no insurance neither. H’aint saved a
spool o’ thread. Not as much as a
hook, eye, nor darnin’ needle left!”
Miss Abigail promptly tied the
strings of her sunbonnet afresh and
let down her gown, which had been
pinned carefully up. “I’ll just run
over to Mrs. Evans’,” she declared,
“and borrow the Thunderer. She takes
it. News don’t taste good at second
hand, anyhow !”
And she went.
Leaning out of a picturesque, vine
wreathed window up at the rambling,
white country house of which Miss
Abigail was mistress looked pretty
Dorothy Stratton.
“Where on earth is aunt going?’
she asked herself bewilderedly as site
caught sight of the tall, flying figure
“Leaving the roses only half tied up,
too!” But just then a stray sunbeam
lit the stone on Dorothy’s finger to
dazzling flame. She forgot all about
Miss Abigail’s hurried exit as she
turned it now this way, now that, and
ended by kissing it in a burst of rapt¬
ure.
"You dear, dear little ring!” she
said.
You see it was quite novel to her
yet- -her engagement and her ring.
This was only August. In May she
had not dreamed of the existence #f
such a person as Mr. Paul Carlisle.
He had come dowh to Blue-Berry
Hill in June, a popular and successful
young sculptor seeking rest, isolation
and country quiet. And the very first
thing he did—he who could have
chosen last season from half a dozen
brilliant society belles—was to fall
head over ears in lovo with Dorothy
Stratton.
She captured his erratic artistic
fancy, and she pleased his instinctive
sense of refinement.
She was so lithe and graceful, with
such round marvelous curves of throat
and arms. And she held her small,
sloe-black head with such charming
dignity. And what could be more
winsome than the face with its clear,
colorless skin and liquid gray eyes,
and curved black brows and grave,
sweet, crimson mouth ?
Just how June and July passed
neither of these happy, foolish young
people could have lucidly explained.
And the precise manner in which he
had spoken at last, the shy confusion
of her answer, the parting with re¬
grets, hopes, love unutterable, was still
a mere mystic, entrancing, delicious
remembrance.
But there was the ring, a glittering.
tangible reality. So what wonder
Dorothy turned it up and down, and
under and over, and kissed it in her
sheer joy of heart ?
Over at Mrs. Evans’ Miss Abigail
sat, her sunbonnet untied and pushed
back on her head, her spectacles
perched on her accommodating rigid
nose, deep in the perusal of the Thun,
derer.
“Too bad, eh?” queried Mrs. Evans,
briskly “topping” gooseberries.
“Yes,” assented Miss Abigail, “after
all his years of saving—eh! what’s
this?”
“’What’s what ?' asked Mrs. Evans,
startled at her guest’s tone. She was
staring straight at the sheet she held,
her eyes very troubled and her mouth
grimly set.
“Dear, dear, Miss Byrnes'.” exclaimed
Mrs. Evans, in feeble alarm “do tell!’’
But her visitor made no reply, only
roused herself with an effort, tied her
sunbonnet strings with an energetic
jerk, and marched straight out of the
house, the Thunderer in her hand.
Mrs. Evans stared after her a moment
Then she tapped her forehead signifi¬
cantly, muttered a single word, and
went complacently on topping her
gooseberries. Dorothy, still sitting
dreamily by the vine-wreathed window,
twisting the bright circlet round and
round on her slim brown finger, started
as Miss Abigail banged the garden
gate behind her and hurried up the
path.
A heavy tread on the stairs, the door
was flung wide, and she stalked into
the dainty chamber, all pink silesia and
snowy-dotted muslin, like a herald of
war.
“Dorothy!” she said, in quite an
awful voice.
“Aunt!” cried Dorothy, rising.
“Look there ! Head !”
She held up the paper and waved
her arm with a tragic gesture of com¬
mand.
Dorothy glanced at the paragraph
pointed out and read as bidden.
And this is what she read ; “The
social exodus has begun. Among the
names of the pleasure-seekers leaving
this evening on the steamship Asia to
summer on the continent we notice
those of Paul A. Carlisle and wife.”
Dorothy looked at the paper blankly
Then she began and read it over again.
“Well?” questioned Miss Abigail
sternly.
The girl stood up, white to the very
lips and trembling a little.
“There’s some—mistake !’* she said.
Miss Abigail gave a distrustful
snort.
“If there is,” she asserted, “ we've
made it! He’s a scamp, my dear!”
And then, waxing emphatic, “A dou¬
ble-distilled scamp !”
“You mustn’t speak so !” said Dor¬
othy, striving to swallow the great
choking lump in her throat “It is—
some other—Mr. Carlisle.”
“Yes,” mocked Miss Abigail scorn¬
fully, “very likely! Do you suppose
there are two men with exactly the
same name —down to the middle ini¬
tial—whose departure would bo con¬
sidered worth chronicling in the Thun¬
derer —do you ?”
But Dorothy sprang to the door, and
ran down the stairs, and out into the
shadowy orchard like a thing pursued.
And there she flung herself down on
the smooth, short grass dry-eyed, white
lipped, lialf-mad with searing, incredu¬
lous pain.
And up in the room she had just
left hard-featured Miss Abigail sat
down in Dorothy’s own particular, be
ribboned rocker, and flinging her blue
apron over her face cried like a baby
for very sympathy. The day wore on,
the gay, sweet, warm August day.
And still Dorothy lay crushed, and
faint, and heart-sick under the big
tree.
The Thunderer was dated the 15th
—this was the 17th. City papers were
mellow when they reached the little
village. He had been gone two days
—but then he hadn’t gone! There
was some mistake, she kept telling Jn
herself over and over, though Jher
innermost soul she didn’t believe there
was.
Within, Miss Abigail went around
the house with a very stern counten¬
ance and very red eye&
PUBLISHERS.
m. 6 .
“I’ll make some strawberry puff¬
balls for supper,” she decided gravely.
■‘She was always powerful fond of
strawberry puff-balls, and maybe they’ll
comfort her some!” But then Miss
Abigail had never been in love herself,
and it takes more than strawberry puff¬
balls to cure some heartaches.
The soft purplish dusk lay over the
farm when Dorothy felt a gentle touch
on her shoulder.
“Come in to supper, child. You’ll
catch your death o’ cold”
She rose up slowly.
“I am not going into the house,” she
said. “I should smother.”
Miss Abigail held forth the tempt¬
ing bait within, and shook her head in
sorrowful foreboding as utterly disre¬
gardful, Dorothy walked away. Down
at the gate she paused—the low, wide,
green gate where she had so often
stood to listen for the ringing footstep
coming up the country road.
So often, but now—never again!
Despite the pain of remembrance she
found herself recalling every dear
word, and look, and thought of the
dead summer days. She had been
something of a bookworm all her life,
and now flashed to her brain and there
burned the rebellious, passionate cry
of Othello;
My heart is turned to stone; I strike it
And it hurls my hand!
Hark! a footstep! she must go in; how
foolish she was growing to imagine il
might be— his.
Nearer—nearer still! She could not
move. She leaned heavily against the
green post pillar. A voice! Whose
voice ? The gate was flung wide, close
arms were round her-
Dark! Oh how dark it was grow¬
ing-.
Five minutes later Miss Abigail
looked up in swift amazement as a tall
young figure strode into the little par¬
lor bearing in his arms a slender, pink
clad burden.
“You!” site cried. “I thought you
had gone to Europe with your wife.
We read it in the Thunderer, and—
“And you believed it? Good heav¬
ens! Was that why Dolly fainted at
sight of me? My father and mother
sailed for the Continent. Our initials
are the same. I told them all about
Dorothy before they left, and if sho
will only consent to a hurried marriage
we will join them in Paris in Septem¬
ber. Oh, you’re listening, you dear
little sinner! What do you say—yes?
That is right! And you doubted me!
Dolly, Dolly! aren’t you ashamed of
yourself?”
“Yes,” said Dolly, “I am!”
Effect of EigMning on Trees.
The Geneva correspondent of the
London Times writes: The frequency
of thunderstorms in Switzerland this
summer (we have on an average two a
week) has afforded Professor Colladon
of Geneva,—a great authority on elecl
tricity and meteorology—ample oppor¬
tunity of continuing his observations
on the effect of lightning on trees and
vegetation generally. He has ascer¬
tained that when lightning strikes a
tree it leaves very few marks of its
passage on the upper part and middle
of the trunk, a peculiarity which he
ascribes to the fact of those parts being
more impregnated with sugar—a grod
conductor—than the lower part.- As
the electric fluid descends to the neigh,
borhood of the heavier branches, where
there is less saccharine matter, it tears
open the bark and in many instances
shivers the tree. It is no uncommon
thing to find the lower part Qf a tree
literally cut by the lightning, while the
upper portion and the higher branches
seemed to have suffered hardly.;at all.
Oaks, however, would appear to present
an exception to this rule, for they are
often found with tops quite- blasted
and the passage of the lightning lower
down marked by a gouge-like furrow.
These furrows sometimes go complete,
ly round the tree like a screw, the rea¬
son of which, says 1’rofessOr Golladon
is that the lightning follows the cells
of which the bark is composed’ length¬
wise, and in certain sorts of wo6d-these
cells are disposed spirally. A curious
effect of lightning on vmes is that it
invariably strikes a great many vine
stocks at the same time over a.space
for the most part circular, from eight
metres to twenty-five metres io
diameter, and containing, therefore
several hundred vines. The plants
most affected are those in the centre of
the circle, and the number of burned
and yellowed leaves diminish in propor¬
tion to their distance from that, point.
In July two vineyards in this canton
were struck by lightning, and the first
idea of their proprietors, on seeing their
shriveled vines, was that a still more
dreaded foe, phylloxera, had been at
work; but when the professor was call:
ed in, he speedily enlightened them as
to the true cause of the mischief, and,
in proof of his diagnosis, pointed out
that the ground in the centre of the
circle was strewn with tern leaves and
freshly-broken twigs.