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T H 1j A. ROSCOTVER, Editor, "HERE SHALL THE PRESS THE PEOPLE'S RIGHTS MAINTAIN, UN AWED BT INFLUENCE AND UNBRiBEt) ST GAIN." W. P. DATIS, Publisher. HEADLIGHT. VOL. I. NO. 33. DRUNK IN THE STREET. 'Pruni;, your Worship,'' the ofticer said. Drunk in the street, sir." She raised he! head ji liiigfTinR trace of the golden grace softc-ncd the lines of fcer woe-worn face, 1'nkcirspt and tangled her rich brown hair, Yet with all the f arrow and stains of caro j-tjc years of anguish and sin and despair The child of the city was passing fait. The ripe red mouth, with lips compressed The rise and fail of the heaving braast The nervous fingers, so taper and small, frumpied the friuge of the tattered shawl, A the stood in her place at the officer's call, pbc seemed good and fair, 6ho seemed tendei and sweet, This fallen woman found drunk in the street. Does the hand that once smoothed the ripplt and wave Of that tangled hair lie still in the grave? Is that mother who pressed those red lips tt htr own pfaf to the pain of their sni'thcred moan? Has the voice that chimed to the lisping prayer .Vo accent of hope for the lost one there, Tearing ht r burden of sin and despair prmik in the stmt in the gutter found From a passionate longing to crush and drown The soul of the woman she might have been To fling off the weight of a fearful dream, And awake again in the homestead hard by, And wooded mountain that touched the sky; To lmgtr a while ou the path to school And catch in the depth of the limpid pool, Under the willow shade, green and cool, A limp'ed faco and a lnr.ghing eye, Ai.d the pleasant word of a passer by. Ye men with sisters end mothers and wives, Have ye no care for these women's lives? M:ist they starve for the comfort they never speak? Must they ever be erring and sinful and weak Staggering onward with weary feet, Stained in the gutters and drunk in the street? Good Templar HIE DIAMOND ROBBERY. R JOHN WYLIE was bitterly dis appointed. He had been in the private inquiry business for over fifteen years, ftnd never before had h e experienced such a reverse. It was an affair that had attracted the greatest public interest and attention. A 6iicccss in it would have established his reputation as a detective forever. But he had failed utterly and ignominously. This is how the matter stood when ho w as called in by Sir Henry Heaviside to investigate it. On November 15 Sir Henry was away from home. On that night Ins -wife, Lady Helena, supported by her father, the Marquis of Doltshire, had given a little dinner, which was fol lowed by a reception. Her ladyship had, as usual, been rather slow in dressing and, when the dinner hour ar rived, she was greatly pressed for time. In her hasto she had neglected to ro: place her jewels, which she intended to put on after dioner and previous to the reception, in the safe, and contented bet self with locking the door of her boudoir and putting the key into a drawer in her bedroom . After dinner sho found the key where she had left it, n;:d reopened the door. On openiug her lioudoir, she discovered, to her amazement, that the window was wide r-pen . A moment's investigation showed her that all the jewels she had left upon If r dressing table when she hurried down to dinner were stolen. Their value was close upon seven thousand poun-ls. This was, I repeat, how matters stood when Mr. Wylie was called iu, and prac-t:-al!v it was in the fame state when, nftf-r six weeks' laborious investigation, hr gave up the inquiry in despair. He suspected much, but he had discovered nothing. It wws clear to him that the robber, whoever ho might be, was per fectly familiar with the house and with Luy Helena's careless ways. It was nlf-o dear to him that the window found otwn which was twenty-five feet from the ground, and which showed no evi-deiif-e of having been forced was left f'pen ns a ruse to mislead the detectives. He felt quite sure that the robber had entered the boudoir by means of Lady Helena's key, and that, if he left the hoiifcc at ail. lie went out bv a side door. which was fastened only by a spring lock. lie was inclined, however, to be hove that the thief was one of the house hold, and that the jewels were still in the house. Acting on this belief, he f earched the house from top to bottom, examined all the servants' boxes and cupboards, and watched diligently all their movements; but after six weeks thus employed, he had found nothing to implicate, or even throw suspicion on atiy one in particular. He confessed himself utterly baffled. As one day, seated in his sanctum, he wns mournfully turning over in his mind the quest iom of his failure, there 'v:;s a knock at the door. " Come in," he cried out. The door opened and the office boy put in his head. " Lady wants to see you, sir." " Show her in." The next moment a tall, stately, thickly-veiled lady was ushered in to the detec tive's private otlice. Mr. Wylie offered her a seat, which she silently accepted. As soon as the door was 6hut again, she raised her veil and showed a handsome, refined face. Then, without much more ado, she introduced herself. "I am Lady Moodie,"' she said, "wife of the banker of that name." The detective bowed. "And I have com o here," her ladyship continued, "in very great trouble, to see if you can assist me." "You may rely upon it, madam," said the detective, in his politest manner, "that I shall use my utmost efforts to do so." "I will tell you," Lady Moodie went t on, without noticing Mr. Wylie's re I mnrk, "the whole sttry as shortly as I possible. Owing to my health I had to I J"tyr last year in Florence. My hus- band s business and parliamentary du I li?f wo"ld not permit iiim to join me. I ; '"to living there by myself I met an I itahan gentleman, with whom I formed rather an intimate friendship. You should know," she added hastily, "that there was nothiiiorimnroDer in it" though i much that was imprudent." "I quite believe you," said Mr. Wylie Ladv Moodie Rpmed mllio than gratified by this assurance. " I "Thinking," she continued, "after a' pause, "that he was an honorable man ! I frequently wrote to him, and some of . my letters one or two of them at any rate would, I am afraid, bear to a jeal-, ous mitt 1 a very different meaning from that intended. When I returned home, he followed me. By my influence he was received in society here- not only feo, but I assisted him from time to time with money. At last his demands be-1 ramn inn cvfnvf f nrtA 1 t A "-- viuiuvucis,, aim x xciustu them. Then the miserable scoundrel i turned upon me, and threatened if I did riot comply with his requests he would Eve the letters I had written him to my lsband. He has mistaken hiB woman' Lady Moodie concluded, passionately. "I would rather die than give a penny to the menaces of such a coward!". 'May I know the gentleman's name ? ' "Count Ulrici.'' " Whew t The male professional beauty!" Mr. Wylie, like everybody else, had i hoard of the count. He was considered j the best looking, best dressed, and j best mounted man, to bo seen in Rotten j Row. He was reputed to be very rich, nuu ib vias una reveiaiion as 10 me means by which ho lived that astonished Mr. Wylie. "I presume," said the detective, after a pause, "you wish me to get possession of these letters in some way or other? " " Precisely," answered Lady Moodie. Mr. Wylie reflected for some moments in silence, then he said: "I really don't see now 1 can get them without com mitting a burglary.'' " Couldn't you be induced to risk that ?" asked Lady Moodie, eagerly. The detective started. Evidently hei ladyship was not inclined to stick at trifles. " Well, you see,'' said Mr Wylie very deliberately, " burglary is rather n large order." "I'm willing to pay any thing, tc baulk the coward," replied Lady Moodie fiercely. "That's all right," answered Mr. Wylie doggedly; " but money's oi little use to a man who's doing ten years." At his words Ladv Moodie's ; fac9 became downcast. She was evi j dently disappointed. Mr. Wylie notic ' ed this. I "At any rate," he said to her, let burglary be the last thing. We may I be able to hit on some easier expedient, j Let me see, now." And he reflected a . moment. " How many letters are ' there ? " - . " Some forty or fifty." I "Ah, so. many? He couldn't carry tnem about with mm. Has he any ser vants?" "Just one a valet an Italian, like himrelf." "Hum. I wonder whether he could be bribed? Most Italians can. If I had a week or two to gun his confidence "Impossible. If five thousand pounds be not given Ulrici within a week the letters will be in my husband's hands.'' "Oh, is that the case?" "Yes; Sir Charles and I leave for Darklingbourne that's our place in Doltshire to-morrow, and the count Eays that this day week he'll follow us, and that if, on his arrival, I don't give him that amount, he will at once hand the letters to my husband." "Iiy Jupiter!" exclaimed Mr. Wylie. jumping excitedly .to his feet "By J piter, I have him! Excuse me, tny lady," he added, more calry . ' I think I see a way out of the maze. Do as vou intended. Let him follow you to Darklingbourne, and if he presents him self to you there, defy him. You may do so with impunity, for by that time he 11 have no letters to produce." During the ensuing week Mr. Wylie kept a strict watch upon all the move ments of the count. He contrived to discover a good deal regarding his past life and his future plans. He picked up an acquaintance with his valet, and from him discovered that his master in tended to carry out his threat of goinjj to Darklingbourne. The valet had orders to have his portmanteau ready, packed with everything necessary for a few days' stay from home. On the evening preceding the day on which he was to see Lady Moodie at Darklingborne, Count Ulrici drove to Euston. Mr. Wylie, who had ascer tained beforehand the train by which he intended to travel, was there awaiting him. The detective was disguised. He was an adept in that business, and now his own mother would not have known him. He had provided himself with a Grst-class ticket to Rottenborough, the station nearest to Sir Charles Moodie's seat. The count came to the station unac companied by his servant. Mr. Wylie noticed that his luggage consisted" of a large portmanteau only no doubt the one the servant spoke of. It was mark ed on the side with the count's initials, "R. U." As it was too big to be taken conveniently into the carriage, its owner directed it to be placed in the luggage van. " Having marked well the portmanteau and the van into which it was put, Mr. Wylie took his seat in the train in a compartment not far from the count's. When the train reached Willesden he got out and went into the refreshment room. There ha remained until the train began to move, when he rushed upon the platform just too late to get in. "Confound it !"' he exclaimed, in af fected vexation. "I'm left behind." "Very sorry, sir," said a porter. "Where are you for ?" "Rottenborough. When is the next train ?" "No other train to night, sir. You'll have to wait till four to-morrow morn- "My gracious !" exclaimed Mr. Wylie, apparently much put out by the infor mation. "What on earth am I to do? My luggage has gone on !" "Train stops at Harrow, sir. I'll telegraph there and have it sent back by the next train." "Thank you, I wish you would. If I am to stop in town over night I must have it." "Very well, sir. What is your lug gage like?" "It's a large leather portmanteau, ami R-as put into the the through van foi Rottenborough. They'll be able to dis GOLDSBORO, N. tinguish it easily, as it has niv initials upon it." "And they are, sir?" "R. 0." The porter went off to telegraph and the detective returned to the refreshment room. There Mr. Wylie remained fot some time apparently absorbed in the consumption of a glass of beer, but reol ly wondering what the result Of his strdtagem would be. He greatly feared lest the count might notice his portman teau being removed from the van, and instead of a message coming that the luggage would be sent back at once, one would arrive directing his arrest. So great was his anxiety on this point that it seemed to him hours before the porter turned up. Then, to his immense re lief he learned that the portmanteau had been taken from the van at Harrow and would be sent back by the hex! train. When the next train arrived at Wil lesden the porter pointed out to him the returned portmanteau; Sure enough, it was Count Ulrici's, Letting it remain where it was Mr. Wylie jumped into a compartment and proceeded with it tc Euston. At Euston, Mr. Wylie claimed the portmanteau, and, boldly putting it on the top of a hansom cab, drave to King's cross station on the Underground rail way, and there he took a ticket to Char-ing-cross. Carefully choosing an empty compartment, he contrived, during the course of the journey, to effect a change in his disguise such, that while no more like himself than ever, he was still a very different looking man from the one who claimed the portmanteau at Willesden. When he arrived at Charing-cross it was quite dark, and there were few people about. Taking the heavy portmanteau in his hand, he carried it himself from the station to his office in Dake street. The moment he got safely into his private office he produced a bunch of skeleton keys and set about picking the lock. Succeeding in this, he eagerly searched through the articles in the bag for the letters he wanted. To his cha grin, he could discover no trace of them. Otel- and over again he searched the contents, but each time with the same result. At length, he paused in his work, almost fainting with anxiety and disappointment "Another failure' he said to himself, "and a worse one than before." As he spoke he continued earnestly turning Over the portmanteau's contents. "What a fop the fellow is!" he ex claimed. "Why, half of his luggage is brushes. And now that I notice it, what strange brushes they are! What heavy backs they have!" The backs of the brushes certainly looked very thick, and when Mr. Wylie examined them closely he found that they were even thicker than they looked, for the hair in the centre was much shorter than at the sides, and the backs, therefore, must be deeper there. Indeed, they looked so suspicious that the detective at once began to try if they" did not open in some way or other. He soon discovered that they did. The top scale of polished wood ran in a kind of groove, and was easily movable. He pulled it back, and there, in the middle, was a hollow space crushed full of letters. Trembling with excitement, he lifted them out and looked at them. To his delight they were the very ones he was in search of. There were two cases, each containing two brushes. In the first brush he opened there were sixteen letters from Lady Moodie; in the second there were fifteen. These were all in English. The brushes in the other case had also movable backs, and contained letters, but a glance at the handwriting showed him that they were not Lady Moodie's. He glanced rapidly over the tetters. Their contents were of the most innocent character ; mere commonplace congratulations, condolences and in quiries such as a friend would write to a friend. ." I don't see," said tho detective to himself, " why she should be afraid of her husband getting these. But she 6aid there were more than forty of them, and there are only about thirty here. Let me see. By Jove, I have it! Sho told me there were only a few of them that were of a doubtful character char acter. It is just those few that are missing. He has them in his pocket and I've failed again. He sat silent and still for a moment, dazed by this discovery; but he quickly regained his habitual decision and cool ness. "Well," he said, "I may as well see what the other letters are about." He began rapidly to read them. They were in various handwritings, but most of them in one which he somehow or other thought he had seen before. These letters were signed simply "H," and were couched in the most affection ate terms. "I wonder who this 'H' can be?" he said. "She's evidently much gone on the count, and no mistake. There's a 'love' or a 'darling' for every other word. Here's an invitation for the 15th; how sweet it is. But here is one in which she has gone farther than the H. It is signed Helena. Now, I wonder who Helena is? Hullo, what's here? A let ter from a man and signed 'Savendeleri' the old Jewish money lender and re ceiver of stolen goods. That, at all events, looks suspicious." He read the letter over carefully. When he had finished it he lay back in his chair and then drew in a long breath. "Good heavens! "he said, when he had recovered his composure, "this is a dis covery. Was there ever anything so fortu C, THURSDAY, APRIL 19, 1888. nate? I'm off by the morning train, and our friend will be Bafely in quod before he has a chance of seeing Sir Charles." "Put stay, "he said to himself, "it isn't quite so simple as I thought. I muBt account for now I came by this paper, which will be difficult. Besides, I'm not sure it will be evidence against him unless it is found in his possession. Let me sei . He paused and reflected. Thenj after a few moments, with a cry of triuftipb, he set to work replacing the contents of the bag. When everything was in ex cept the letter from Savendeleri and Lady Moodie's correspondence, he selected Ubout ten of the most innocent of her lettersj and"; replaciiig the remainder in the back of thjS brusnesj locked up the portinahteau. iheri he placed Savetide leri's letter in one of Lady Moodie's, put them in his pocket, restored his disguise to what it was wherl he" claimed the Count's luggage, and, taking the portman teau in his hand, left the office. When he reached the Strand he called a han -some and drove to Euston; At Euston he asked for the station master. That official was duly forth coming. "This I find," said the detective to him, "is not my portmanteau after all. I thought it was at first, ati it has my j initials on the side and is about the same size, bnt I find that my key won't go into the lock, so it can't be mine." "No, sir, it isn't yours," replied the statienmaster; "it is Count Ulrici's. He's been kicking up a deuce of a row about it. We've had half a dozen telegrams from Rottenborough already. I'm glad it's recovered. What about your own, sir?" "That's the question. Yon had better telegraph down the line about it. It must have been put out at one of the stations the five o clock train called at, I suppose. I'll call and hear what hews you have to-morrow. Good night" And the detective walked offt Before four o'clock the next morning Mr. John Wylie was at Eustoiii not dis guised this time, but in his usual Cos tume. He took a ticket for the first train for Rottenborough, where he ar rived about eight. After swallowing a hasty breakfast at the hotel in that in teresting town, he obtained a cab and drove to Darklingbourne. There he in quired for Sir Charles Moodie- Sir Charles at once saw him. He explained to Sir Charles that he was a detective. He had long, he said, been shadowing a foreigner who was suspected of a great crime, and who, he learned, lately, was about to try to levy blackmail Upon Sir Charles by pretend ing to have letters from Lady Moodie which reflected upon her reputation. He was anxious to have a talk with this gentleman in an unsuspected character, in order to try and obtain some un guarded statements from him. He begged Sir Charles to allow him trt re present himself as Sir Charles when the Bcoundrel came to the house. The baronet was very adverse to such a course, but Lady Moodie, who was called in for consultation, so 6trongly supported it, that at last he was induced to consent. About mid day Count Ulrici arrived. He sent up his card to Lady Moodie, but she refused to see him. Then lie asked for Sir Charles. Ho was at once shown to the library, where the detect ive was. The Count had never seen Sir Charles, who, involved in business cares, seldom went into the gay company his. wife so delighted in. The count at once proceeded to busi- the coolest and most impudent ness in manner. ie naa no aimaence or nesi tation about stating what sort of rela tions he wished Sir Charles to believe had existed between him and Lady Moodie. He said he had letters in her undeniable handwriting to prove the truth of his statements. "Show me them," said the detective. The count handed over the letters. After fumbling with them for a moment Mr. Wylie proceeded to read them one by one. When he had finished he paus ed, and said, very cooly : "I see nothing incriminating in these as against Lady Moodie. They are all of the most inno cent description. But what's this?" And he held up Savendeleri's letter. The count turned deadly pale. "Can I have made a mistake?" he muttered. "I'm afraid you have," said Mr. Wylie, and he touched a bell. As he did so the count sprang madly upon him. There Mas for a moment a fierce struggle, but before the Italian could overcome Mr. Wylie's resistance, Sir Charles and a servant rushed into the room and seized him. - "Too late, my beauty," said the de tective to the count "Look, Sir Char les, these are the letters he received from Lady Moodie; more innocent notes woman never penned. . And see what I discovered among them a letter from that Jewish scoundrel Savendeleri, offering two thousand pounds for the Heaviside diamonds which were 6tolen about two months ago. There stands the thief !" "What!" exclaimed the count, "you're not Sir Charles Moodie?? "No, I'm John Wylie, private detec tive, at your servioe. "What a fool I was," exclaimed the count, "not to see how it came about that my luggage went wrong." London Truth. "Dear Little Hands" is the title of a poem in an exchange. We didn't read the poem, but presume that the writer had just bought a pair of eleven button gloves for his wife's little breed hooka. KEWS AND NOTES FOB WOMEN. Tucks appear in all fabrics, from tulle to cloth. WocJ Jf the correct thing for this sea son's wear. English brides are wearing for day weddiDga gowns of white serge. A hideous mixture, but one which bids fair to be stylish, is terra cotta with greerl. A member 6f the Diplomatic Corps at Washington is siid to have chosen a "Treasury girl" for Lis wife The first woman doctor in Mexico has lately been honored with a complimentary bull fight for her entertainment. One of England's greatest beauties, the Countess de Gray, formerly Lady Lonsdale, has the typhoid fever. The Major of Argon Ja, Kan.. Mrs. Salter, givfes $100, her salary for one year, to the Temperance Temple fund. The Cuban women cannot go out of doors in the daytime, except in their Carriages, and accompanied by a parent or guardiad. , An association of lady dressmakers has been started in London in order to Jlro- vide work for & large fiiimbef of high school girls. The silver and gold passementerie brings in an era of silver gilt and silver buttons. They are of small size, not to be obtrusive. Blue and white, a popular combination for the summer, is this season rather sup planted by green, and white which is to b3 very stylish. Russian net is utilized for bridesmaids' dresses and is very pretty and soft, being in various bright tints, there is as much choice as in tulle. CheTiot9 were 'never in so many at tractive mixtures as this season. They are lighter than usual but very soft and artistic in coloring. When buttons are used on the waist they nre in small sizes, usually little balls of crocheted silk to match the costume; these are in three rows; Smocked surah fronts are seen oil some lovely challi gowns which promise to be the most stylish and attractive dressy costumes for summer wear. White petticoats of heavy woolen fabric are very stylish when made up with a 6tylish overdress, the petticoat being made in wide plaits. Fancy taffeta; will this season be em ployed as underskirts as well as trim mings, and in cross bars, stripes and plaids they are quits charming. Dark blue with suede color is effective for spring wear and is seea in cashmere and Benga'.ine, which will be a popular mixture of materials this season. Green is a color seldom used in cotton fabrics, but this season it will be seen in combination with all sorts of colors in sateens, in ginghams and in lawns. It is said that Miss Amelia Rives, the popular Southern writer, has been over whelmed with offers of ma:riage since the Harpers published her portrait. White wool vests for colored wool goWns,eihcr fully shirred or box:pleated in the favorite shirt effect, are very new, Immensely stylish, and more than im mensely ugly. A new idea for bodices of 6oft stuff is to have the full front caught in at the waist by bands of inch wide ribbon so crossed as to form a double diamond and give a slender effect. Pink frills of silk or clusters of pretty j ribbon bows appear as face trimmings in some of the new t rencn bonnets. The irregularity of the frills gives them a very charming appearance. The Greek women of the upper class re generally clever, well-bred, well-informed and might rival in accomplish ments, culture and conversational powers their sisters in the West. Many skirts are made without front or side draperies, the material being pleat ed dewn the middle of the front, flat on the sides, or gathered there and massed in great fullness behind. For simple home toilets are pretty models made of serge, French camel's hair, or Henrietta cloth, showing a long waisted pointed bodice, to which a single rather full skirt is applied. Diamonds are not so closely associated with weddings as lormerly. Colored stones arc in fashion for engagement j rifnS' and the groom's bridal gift Is more . often pearh than diamonds. The Danish Parliament is considering the v j5:iuiiuy 01 giviug women ina right to serve on Poor Lav Boards and School Committees and tne right to their own property and earnings. Wide Breton vests are pretty for youth ful dresses. They are now made to reach only to the waist line, beina: em broidered across the top like a yoke, and 1 draped at the waist by a soft 6ash or a 1 pointed belt. The professional mender has become a necessity in every fashionable house. This lady charges so much per day, and she has more to do than she can attend to. What she cannot mend is not worth mendshoniDg. The young ladies of Brooklyn have adopted the conceit of wearing single blossoms cf flowers in their mouths. Brunettes affect red ones, blondes take to violets aafl carnation, heliotropes and daisies aie used. One of the mo9t generous of women is Mrs. Senator Stanford. The Home which she has founded at Albany for work ingwemeu's children at a cost of $75, 000 will forever remain a monument to her goodness and Ji'erality. A BOmmcr hat which has been started iato Parisian popularity by a pretty ac tress is of coarse yellow straw, falling low on one side and standing up on the other as high as a square crown. This upturned side is waved in and out. It is tnmmea witn knots ot oats ana grasses and a wealth of field flowers. Yoke bodices will aip.ar aga'n this season, not, however, those mde with an unsightly straight seam acros tho chest and across the middle of the back. but finished off in sweeping curvet and simulating: verv closely an ornamental low bodice or pcisant's waist, supple mented at the top by a high bodies of silk or fancy rr?t-5,' Washing in cold water when over heated is a frequent cause pf disfiguring pimples. TELEGRAPHIC TICKS- KORTII CAROLINA. Owen Jones, general merchant of Edgecombe county, has made an assign ment, with liabilities of 4,000. W. E. Page & Co., general merchants of Robersonville, Martin county, have made an assignment for the benefit of their creditors; liabilities, $7,000. The Comptroller of the Currency has appointed Mr. Clement Dowd, cf Char lotte, to be receiver of the State National Bank of Raleigh. The exciting libel suit of J. W. Hearn, editor of the Wadesboro Intelligencer, came to an end in Raleigh by the jury returning with a vedict in twenty min utes of not guilty. W. II. Brooks, wnof ormerly resided at Rockingham, was beaten on the head with a club by James Norton, and sus tained fatal injuries. The difficulty oc curred near Springfield, in Richmond county. The road from Monroe to Atlanta, known as the Georgia Carolina and Notthef n, has been completed from Mon roe to file South Carolina line, nine miles. The convicts engaged in grading have been removed to the Cape Fear and Yadkin Valley road. The oldest woman, familiarly known as Granny Rose, died at Davidson Col lege at the age of 131. She was born in 156, and was raised by the grandfather of David A. Sloan, who is now in his eighty-first year, llc-r age is well estab lished. Her mind gave way several years ago. 6he became blind and de formed, and has finally died of sheer old age. She did not complain of feeling unwell up to within, an hour of her death. A peculiar circumstance iu her life was that she would occasionally cut a new set of teeth, and 6he had just fin ished cutting an entire new set a few j days before fche died. People who are conversaui wiiu me inei iu urr uibiuij for the last sixty years give these facts in regard to her. In Robinson county, a few nights past, a dance was given at the house of a negro named William nunt. While it was in progress a pistol shot was heard. It was found that a negro named Martin Campbell had suddenly disappeared. There was a gTeat mystery about the whole affair. It has now been terminated by the finding of Campbell's body in the woods, a quarter of a mile from the place where the dance was held. The body was beside a road, and in one hand was a revolver. The coroner has held an inquest, which revealed a remarkable crime. While Campbell was in the yard of Hunt's house a white man came up and shot him dead. The white man and some negroes hastily took the body of Campbell and carried it to the place where it was found. They took a re volver from the pockets of Campbell and placed it in his hand, in order to create the impression that it was a case ef sui cide. The white man concerned has disappeared. SOUTH CAROLINA. La9t year Mr. J. A. Brooks, of Abbe ville, made six bales of cotton on less than four acres of land. . The smallest mortgage filed in the Picken's clerk's office so far is for $2. " " r 11 T , with another for $2.20 pushing it close for the nrize. for the prize, A negro named Brownlee, who was accidentally shot by another negro named Ellison at Pelzer, has died at Donald's, Ableville countv. Mr. Henry T. Feller3, of Newberry county, has been appointed special agent oi tne law department oi tne uicnmona and Danville Railroad. Prof. F. C. Woodward, of Wofford College, has accepted an invitation to de liver the annual address before the lit erary societies of Newberry College. George Evans, one of the negroes em ployed by Contractor Deal, who is work ing a force of hands on the Georgia, Carolina and Northern Railroad, a few miles from Chester, was killed while blasting. 1 I Young Goodlet, who disappeared from I tho Reedy River neighborhood, has re- turned in a iiau insnae cuuumuu. lie 1.1 unaMe to give any account of himself or underings, and appears to besuffer- ing .Tcm serious aberration of mind. "b.r. R. G. Patrick, son of Capt. John B. Patrick, of the Anderson Military Academy, and at present a student of the Biptist Theological Seminary at Louisville, has accepted a call to the pastorate of the Baptist church of York- ville. Bubsy Middleton, a colored boy, aged 10 years,- living in Beaufort county. poisoned himself by drinking a vial of medicine prepared lor a grown person. Death ensued a few hours after the draucht. The medicine was harmless in C roper doses, and hence no precaution ad been taken to prevent its improper The boy drank the whole vial, whereas a half teaspoonful was the proper dose for an adult. Dr. Benj. Mclnnes, Jr., veterinary surgeon, alter a careiul investigation oi the disease among the horses about Hock Hill, comes to the conclusion that it is not the pinkeve but a catarrhal fever, The disease is not necessarily dangerous, and he recommend good ventilation, plenty of sunlight, ' clean stablesgood nursing and plenty of food, ard thinks there need then be but little apprehen sion about recovery. Quinine in doses of five grains given twice a day is recommended as an excellent tonic. 3Ierely place the quinine on the horse's ong ue and he will swallow it. Particulars are received of the suicide of Brannie Coltharp, aged seventeen years, a son of a prosperous farmer in York county. His dead body was found in a stable, where he had gone on the moraing of the deed. He looped a leather rein, placed the loop around his neck, and fastened the other end to a nail in the trough. Then he rolled off to the ground and was strangled. No can be assigned. Subscription, 01.00 Per Year. THE JOKERS BUDGET. WHAT THE HUMOROUS "WRIT ERS HAVE TO SAY. In His Line In a Newspaper Office The News Made Her Sick Toning It Down No Cost Ac, &c SHE MISLEAD THE GERMAX. BWm snch mortals rarely know I Enraptured Donnerbhtzen Hermann. 1 As Angelina whispered low And coyly: "How I love a germ an." Pangs freshly forged in lowest bell Farrowed his sonl with sharing plonghline, As heartless giggles met bis yell; "Ach, ich bin dein, geliebtes f rowliner ; Buffalo Conrier. THE CAUSE. Omaha man "Will yon please insert this death notice, sir I" Editor (glancing over notice) "Hadn't the cause of death better be mentioned ? Omaha man "I hardly think so, air. It would be going into unnecessary particulars to state that the deoeasei called Jim Bloodgo a liar. IN A NEWSPAPER OFFICE. Telegraph Editor (to managing editor) Big flood. Two thousand people drowned. Managing Editor Good. Give it a head that would frighten a saint. Where's the flood ? T. E- In China. M. E.(crestfallen) How many did you say were drowned ? T. E. Two thousand. M. E. Amounts to nothing. Throw it away. Arkanttt Traveller. SIDE-TRACKED. He Do you know, Miss Mable, I have discovered why my brain is so act ive! She No, Mr. Minuswit. What is your theory ? He It's because I so often start a train of thought. She Ah, yes ! The "Limited.' 'Tii Bits. coon. Mrs. Babegood I'm going shopping, Loisette. Is anything needed for the nursery f Loisette Oui, madame. Lee tie Har old, vat you call swallowed hee's r-r-rattle zis morning. Eet vag ze 6il vaire one wiz ze bells, madame. Posse o bly you can it match. THE WAGS. ! borne wage were wanting arouna an aKricuituraf implement store, and they I -v? j iu ncl lvr. Some wags were walking around an hanging by a hook in the wall. "What sort of an agricultural implement do you call that?" they asked. "That is a patent combined root-grubber, corn sheller, apple-grinder, gate-lifter, double-action, back-spring sod-plow; but I guess you won't want one, for it takes ft mighty smart man to manage it." Vox Populi. INJURED. Tension Agent And so you injured your eyesight in the Civil war? In what engagement was it? Claimant My engagement as a proof reader for the Century Maqmine. HIS LINE. While traveling in France lately M. de Lesseps happened to be placed in a compartment with two commercial travelers who did not know him. The two drummers found that he had trav eled much and fancied that he be longed to their fraternity. "Beg pardon, sir," said one of them finally, "but are you not a traveling man, too? "Certainly I am." "We thought so. What is your line?" Isthmuses," said M. de Lesseps. "Wh-wh-what?" asked the puzzled drummer. "I am introducing ship canals," 6aid de Lesseps. The travelers feared that they had fallen in with a lunatic, but when de Lesseps made himself known, they were mnch delighted with their distinguished fellow traveler. GLORY DEPARTED. Why should the sririt of Boston be prond? The jewels are borrowed she boasted so lond. Her Sullivan came from the Emerald Isle, And her bean from the banks of the Tigris and Nile. Chicago Tribune. ABSENTMINDEDNE8S. Merchant (buvincr a bill of goods of Chicago drummer) What is your nsual time, thirtydays? Chicago Drummer (absentmindedly) Yes, or ten dollars. I always pay the fine oh er I beg pardon; yes, thirty days or two per cent off for cash. RIDIC ULOU3. Lieut. Boxer I'm ordered to Morocco, MissElson. We're likely to have trou ble there, you know. Miss Elson You must be careful not to get captured. Lieut. Boxer I'll try not to. Miss Elson I would. Just think how ridiculous you'd look bound in Morocco. Tid Bit. GIVEN AWAT. Mrs. Bonneguard (of Montreal, who is organizing a toboggan party) Would you invite that Colonel Brown? I un derstand he has had quite a checker! career in the States. Mr. Bcnneguard (who knows the de tails) Not only checkered but striped, my dear,
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