"FOR COUNTRY, FOR GOD, AND EOR TRUTH."
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SAIM JUNKS SHELL TIIK WOODS
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ly hi: a ii mil.
Toccoa, Ga.--Some 3,000 to 3,500
people greeted Sam Jomes at his first
service. Probably large numbers of
them went to hear him "skin" the
.toher fellow, and doubtless went awav
chucklinsin their sleeve that their
whim had been gratified, for he was
not sparing in his scathing denuncia
tion, and, of course, no one thinks he
meant him or her, as the case may be.
At the same time each one was con-
, scions of the fact that their neighbor
needed just such a "Having.
Mr. Tillman opened the service
with singing, "Sunlight," "Bringing
in the Sheaves and "Blessed Assur
ance," in which he experienced con
siderable uilhculty in arousing the
congregation to the spirit of the song
Mr. Jones lead in a fervent prayer
that divine blessings would rest on
the meeting.
"I want you to come to preaching
bciore you get full of beef and the
devil. It will be tough on some of
you old codgers, but you had better
get religion before breakfast than go
to hell before Christmas.
"I want the merchants to close
their stores and come to preaching.
Don't be like the little boy who said
he would go to heaven if somebodv
else would and say you will close
a. your store if somebodv else will. I ll
"bet, though, some of you sit around
your store with two clerks and sell 15
cents worth while I preach, and I
don't know why you won't close un
less you fear the rats will eat up your
little dab of goods while you are
away. I'm sure if I didn't have any
more goods than you little fellows
have got I'd close, and you had better
before the devil gets you.
"If vou don't come to these meet
ings don't say you couldn't, but say
you wouldn't. Don't lie about it,
you old hog you. If you come and
lose anything by it tiffl me when the
meeting is over and I will give you a
check for the amount.
''If your school has opened, when
time comes for preaching dismiss it
and don t let the little teacher think
his instructions is of such importance
that he can't do this. God bless you,
the children need religion worse than
they do your instructions. Did you
hear that, sonny?
"I want a good meeting, for God
knows you had enough bad ones in
Toccoa.
"I Avant the Baptist to feel at home.
This is no Methodist meeting. The
Presbyterians are good folks and I
love them. Thev just need more re
ligion and will go to hell if they don't
get it.
"Brother Stewart and me arc very
busy and if we were to go up to Bos
ton to preach vou might say we were
preaching for money, but none of
you will have little enough sense to
say we came here for money.
"You've not got any money here.
Why, your local preachers look as if
they hadn t had a square meal in six
months. We are here for the Lord
and want the choir to live the gospel
as well as sing it.
"All dancing cattle must leave the
choir until they get religion. The
idea of a dancing girl singing 'Come
to Jesus' when she has never been a
thousand miles of him herself. 'Tis
the biggest joke of the season."
Mr. Jones' text was the third and
fourth verses, first chapter, second
. epistle of St. Peter.
"There is," said Mr. Jones, "three
forces of power manifest in the world.
First, the power of God; second,
satanic power."
lie' didn't believe in a devil, but
believed there were devils, mean,
shrewd, cunning devils.
Continuing, he said:
"I wish folks were as decent as
hogs. Wish all mean, fool, whisky
selling, moonshine scoundrels would
go oil' to the creek and drown them
selves. Toccoa would be better than
she is. No, no, a hog is too much
of a gentleman to carry a devil round
with him like you, an what do you
think of that, Bud?
"Talk about the devil being dead,
; why, he has'nt been sick since I've
been born. Don't think he sleeps,
lie had rather get in preachers than
any one else. He can get into a
Presbyterian preacher and make him
say the Presbyterians are right and
everybody else wrong. A little, nar
row Presbyterian that a fly can sit on
his nose and scratch one of his eyes
and kick the other; and when he gets
in a Baptist preacher he declares there
is no church but the Baptist. I like
the Baptist (I got my wife out of one
cf their ponds), but think they are
the last folks to brag, for they don't
know where they started. Some of
them have got religion, but most. of
them haven't. We are what we are
because our fathers and mothers were.
We Methodists know we have religion,
but fear we will lose it. The Pres
byterians know they can't lose it, but
fear they haven't got it. We Metho
dists preach falling from grace on
Sunday and our ministers practice it
all the week. The Baptist preach
once in grace, always in grace. I am
a Methodist, and my folks back to
..AUai were Methodists. He fell from
grace and we are keeping up the lick.
' When I hear some preachers preach
. I go home feeling like a baby had
slobbered in my ear. No power and
no motion in the service. I don't go
much on human power; it's mighty
frail.
"I never see a drunkard staggering
down the street but I thank God that
I am not a drunkard, but for his
power I would be. It is funny to
hear a fellow brag about his will pow
er, like a little, fellow drinking whisky
and saying he'll never be a drunkard,
I've got will power. Little fool. And
some of you old dogs have got your
jug of white liquor at home that you
got last night from a blind tiger.
And you say there is no harm in
taking a drink. You lying old devil,
damning souls. My dog shouldn't
run with you. If you had a little
more hair and a tail you would be
what I call a suck egg dog. I've got
no respect for a dirty, lousy dog that
drinks liquor dirty scoundrel. What
do you say to that? You young
mountain sprouts say if you want to
drink liquor it is nobody's business
eh, its none of your mother's business
is it? I'm glad bud to see you out of
these hills and if you will stay a week,
when I send you back you will have
to send out and get someone to iden
tify you. God made no liquor, nor
could you till you rotted the stuff
God did make, and make it so nasty
a hog wouldn't eat it. You lying
scoundrels talk about God authorizing
you to make liquor. I saw some
fellows jump when I said that, like
I'd named them. I never call names,
but fellows know their number. You
mountain sprouts are as good as
Toccoa. They are just mean and you
are a combination of ignorance and
meanness. I'm going to shoot in the
hole where you are at. Liquor and
religion wont stay in the same carcass.
You drink liquor and call yourself a
Christian, you dirty hound.
Here some one in the audience
interrupted Mr. Jones to state that
down in Lincoln county they put
potash in whisky to make it beede.
Yes, said Sam, and these fellows
would too, if they had sense enough
Better drink potash than liquor, it
only kills you and mean liquor makes
you kill someone else. You suck
egg pups, you say your daddy kept
liquor on the sideboard. Yes, and
he is in, hell frying, and you will join
the procession.
I drank liquor till I was 21 years of
age, and if I was a fair sample there
is nothing worse out of hell than an
old dirty drunkard. Nobody but
dirty, lousy devils go in a saloon. If
you boys drink liquor and have the
right sort of daddy he will take you
out and fix you so you will have to
stand up to eat your meals for six
months. Some of you left your bottle
in your buggies and brought your
pistols in church with you to delend
your character. Why you've got no
character, and what do you think of
that, bud. Some of you young bucks
have got a pistol in your pocket that
didn't cost but a dollar. Little fools,
the first shot will kill you and the
other fellow too. For a little fellow
to carry a pistol is a sure sign that he
has done somebody dirt. What say
you to that bud? If- I were you I
would go out and kill a dog, I mean
for you to commit suicide. But I
hear you say "Jones, do you think
that kind of preaching will do any
good? You ve had the other kind,
and its done no good. No use mix
ing things with you rascals. Some
one ought to break a jug over your
head and make you hit - the ground
running a mile a minute. You could
butt with a billy goat and send the
Some women say they must keep
some "spirits on hand for "oamp
phire." Yes, and you will have your
son down in hell fare. Better go
home and pour it out. I had rather
live by a hog thief than a liquor mak
er, it ne steals an my nogs ne
wouldn't get more than $50 worth.
His liquor might damn my boy and
I think more of my boy than I do of
my hogs. Ain t I right Brother
Brinsfieid.
"You are right," said Mr. Brinsfieid.
And you," remarked Mr. Jones,
had better mind how you talk, these
fellows will lick you sure. Fellows
that buy blind tiger liquor will swear
ies about it. What you say to that,
bud? If it is not so, kick me from
this platform. Hundreds of you have
already swore lies abont it. Some of
you are mad and say you wont hear
Jones no more. If I throw a rock
and hit a dog he wont get other dogs
to run and holler for him.
You mountain sprouts ain't got
character nor cash, but can drink
aquafortis. You are like the fellow
that dreamed he went to hell and tne
devil poured a ladle of melted lava
down him, and he called for more.
Another ladle of lava was poured
down him and when he shivered and
called for more the devil asked him
what he had been drinking before he
come there; he replied, "Habersham
liquor. '
If any of you mountain sprouts get
mad with me come after the service
and ask pardon and I will forgive you.
1 don t bear malice, and 1 couldn t
fight mountain sprouts like you. 1
am by you like the fellow was by
fighting the skunk. He was not
afraid of the skunk but if he fought it
he couldn't go home to his family.
V hat say you to that bud?
Mr. Jonea closed his sermon with
an earnest exhortation to sinners to
give up their sins, and come over on
the Lord's side, telling them that he
knew that the church in Toccoa was
dead, but that God was able and wil
ling to save them over a dead church
Mr. Stewart conducted the after
noon service. At the evening service
Mr. Jones preached. His evening
service was in no way similar to the
morning sermon, but was a very earn
est plea for the salvation of souls
Quite a number responded to the
propositions to come forward for
prayer at each service, and a few con
fessed conversion at the evening ser
vice. The services will continue to
next Sunday evening, and it is fer
vently hoped that many souls will be
saved.
During his stay hero many thous
ands of our mountain people will
hear Sam Jones preach.
Debt-Paying Religion.
Just at this time our, country needs
a religion that will make a man pay
his debt3. Shouting won't settle old
accounts with man or God. We bounce
right into a fellow and put him out of
the church if he goes to a ball or a the
atre, but never say a word to a pious
old scamp who never pays his debts.
PreacherB and people who do not pay
their debts are doing the church more
harm than dancers and drunkards, for
there are more of fiem in the church.
Reader, are we getting close to you?
aska the Methodist Advocate. Then lay
down your paper and go and pay up
and read on with ease. And don't stop
paying because the statue of limitation
excuses the open account which you
make for bread aod meat. You must
pay it in cash or God will make you
pay it in fire and brimstone. God
knows no Buch excuse for not paying as
homestead exemption. When you raise
that excuse to keep from paying debts
you can stop singing, "When I Can
Rrad My Titles Clear to Mansions in the
Skies." You have none up there.
rilit in a Pulpit.
Greensboro Record.
It is a rather uncommon thing to re
cord a fight in a pulpit, especially with
a miuister of the gospel as one of the
participants, but this occurred yesterday
at Mt. Pleasant church, several miles
southeast of town.
Rev. 11. S. Webb was to preach and
he had Rscended the pulpit and proceed
ed in the services as far as being about
ready to start iu on his sermon, when
he in some way disturbed a nest of bum
ble bees. At once they pounced on
him; his head seemed to be their ob
jective point, and they made it lively
for him, but the reverend gentleman is
no coward and he proceeded to defend
himself, and in a few minutes he had
put the enemy to rout, When he re
sumed his sermon, remarking that it
was a bad thing to fight, but worse not
to come off victorious.
Ilryau and Stevenson Club.
Democrats throughout the State will
remember the call recently made by our
proper party authorities for the meet
ings in each precinct in the State on
Friday or Saturday next for the purjMDse
of organizing Bryan and Stevenson
Clubs. Chairman Simmons begs this
matter be not overlooked or neglected.
Every white supremacy club in the
State la called on and expected to meet
and convert itself into an active Bryan
and Stevenson Club; and every precirct
in which no such club exists the Demo
crats therein are requested to meet and
organize.
The meetings in the towns are called
to take place Friday night, 14th, and
in the country precints Saturday after
noon, 15th.
Judge So the prisoner hit you on
the head with a brick, did he?
McGinty Yes, yer Honor.
Judge But it seems he didn't quite
kill you, anyway?
McGinty No, bad 'cess to him; but
it's wishin' he had Oi do be.
Judge Why do you wish that?
McGintj Begorry, thin Oi would
have seen the scoundrel hanged for
murther!
Hicks I have read that book all
through, and I can't see that there is
anything improper in it.
Wicks Well, what made you think
there was?
Hicks Why, it haa sold 300,000
copies.
Returns from the Maine election
Monday indicates that the Republicans
carried the Btate by about 32,000 plu
rality, a Demccratic gain ot 20 per
cent, over 1690.
Ex-President Cleveland has declined
the president's appointment a a mem
ber of the international board of arbi
tration under The Hague treaty. Ex-
President Harrison haa accepted the
appointment.
A wt-ll-known photographer says that
men are a great deal fussier when they
get their picture taken than women.
The up to-date girl baa her mono
gram embroidered on the front of her
black silk stockings.
hill AUi"s letter.
How like a butterfly our thoughts flit
from flower to flower feeding upon the
eyer-changing mental foods. Some
times they soar to heaven or nestle
among the stars, but their home is here
among our people, our friends and kin
dred and the concerns of our daily life.
Who has not wondered how he came to
be thinking of thia thing or that and
traced it back to something wholly ir
relevant, but leading on by shadowy
lines. - But a little while ago I was sad
ly thinking about the sudden death of
three of my good friends friends whom
I loved and everybody loved who knew
them. Mr. Moore, of Auburn; Colonel
Mynatt, of Atlanta, and Dr. Goetchius,
of Rome, left us on the same day. They
were good men and the world was made
better by their presence.
I was thinking especially about Dr.
Goetchius, the preacher whose journey
and destination was so suddenly
changed, for he had bought a ticket for
Tallulah Falls, there to spend his vaca
tion, and was to take the train at 3
o'clock. He rose from hia bed at 2 and
at 3 he was dead and his spirit soaring
heayenward. Then I thought about
Mrs. Barbauld's lines that fit so well:
"Lifcl we have been long1 together
In pleasant and In cloudy weather,
'Tis hard to part when friends are dear,
Perhaps 'twill cost a slh or tear.
Then steal away trlve little warning;
Choose thine own time.
Say not goodnight, but In some brighter
clime
Bid me Kood morning."
Then I ruminated about that wonder
ful woman. How she was the first to
write story books for the children and
hymns for the church and bow her life
was spent in the schoolroom among the
children that she loved. And then I
recalled that beautiful hymn that she
wrote:
"How blest the righteous when he dies,
When sinks the weary soul to rest,
How mildly beam the closing eyes.
How gently heaves the' expiring breast."
And then I thought of the words of
Balaam, upon which that hymn was
founded. "Oh! may I die the death of
fhe righteous and may my last end be
like His." And this reminded me of
those other words of Balaam: "What
hath God wrought ?" That was the first
message sent over a telegraph wire. It
was sent from Washington to Balti
more by Miss Anna Ellsworth, the
daughter of the commissioner of patents.
She had been very kind to Professor
Morse and he bad promised that she
should send the first meRsage. This
was sent from Baltimore to Washingt n,
announcing that James K. Polk had
been nominated for president. I re
member all this fir I was in college
then. But still the people were in
credulous and waited for the mail train
to bring the news. Then I ruminated
on the hard lot uf great inventors, and
how Morse spent all of his small estate
aud received but little encouragement,
being so utterly poor that he had to go
without food at timea for twenty-four
hours, and how he pleaded with con
gress for three years in vain for an ap
propriation to help him perfect and
build a line to Baltimore and how at
the very last moment, when he was in
despair and had given up all hope, con
gress did at midnight, on the last day
of the session, pass the bill for $30,000,
and Anna Ellsworth came running to
hiin in delighted haste and told him
the good news. What an agonizing
life he had led during all these years,
for he been refused help at home and
had been to England and to France in
search of it and found it not. Now just
think of it. After he had built his first
lines and his success was established he
was constrained to sell to private parties,
an invention that soon came to be
worth one hundred millions. But he
died full of years and full of honors,
and even France made him a donation
of 400,000 francs. What a wonderful
man perhaps the greatest all around
man that ever lived for he was a paint
er of distinction and renown, the pupil
and the peer of Allston and West, and
the city of Charleston was his best friend
and patron and has now his portraits
of Monroe and Lafayette. He was a
sculptor, an architect, a philosopher and
a poet, and would nave reached the top
in all had ho not become so absorbed in
harnessing the lightning. As a matter
of course he was kep in litigation sev
eral years and other parties tried to eteal
his invention, but tbe supreme court oi
the United States did finally affirm ev
erything that he claimed. He died in
1872 in his eighty-first year.
Here my thoughts rested for a while
and then returned to Dr. Goetchius and
the many other friends who have gone
before and have left me almost alone.
How fondly our minds cling to the
friends of our youth our schoolmates
and college mates and every now and
thfn we hear of another who nas
dropped out of line, and like the barber
in a barber shop, old Father Time whis
pers "next." My dear old friend Jim
Warran still hveB to greet me wnen l
come and so does Chess Howard and
Dr. Alexander and his brother and Evan
Howell. Then I recalled the grand
and beautiful words of Ingalls spoken
in his eulogy on Senator Beck. "The
right to live is, in human estimation,
the most sacred, the most . inviolable,
the most inalienable. The joy of living
in auch a splendid and luminous day as
thia is inconceivable.' To exist is exul
tation. Toliye forever is out sublimest
hope. To know, to love, to achieve, to
triumph is rapture; and yet we are all
j under the sentence of death. Without
a trial or opportunity of defense, with
n: knowledge of the accusor or the na
ture and cause of the accusation; with
out being confronted with the witnesses
against ua we have been summoned . to
the bar of life and condemned to death.
There is neither exculpation nor appeal.
The tender mother cries passionately
for mercy for her first born, but there
is no clemency. The craven felon sul-
lenly prays for a moment in which to
be aneled, but there ia no reprieve. The
soul helplessly beats its wings upon the
bars, shudders and disappears,
"But the death of a goo I man is not
an inconsolable lamentation It is a
strain of triumph and he may exclaim
with the Roman poet, 'non omnis Mo
riar,' and turning to the eilent and un
known future can rely with just and
reasonable confidence upon that most
impressive assurance ever delivered to
the human race, 'He that believeth in
me, though he 'were dead, yet shall he
live and whosoever liveth and believeth
in me shall never die.' "
Mr. Ingalls might have added one
more shadow to hia dark picture of
death by saying that he not only con
demned us without trial or witnesses or
an accusor, but the pitiless old rascal
would not even give the date of our ex
ecution nor the manner of it. We are
to die, that is certain, but when or how
or where we know not. Think of Dr.
Goetchius, dressed at 2 o'clock with
pleasant anticipations of a rest at Tal
lulah, amid the sound of falling waters
that Boothe the soul, but within an hour
he was a helpless, lifelesB corpse.
benator Ingalls was a gifted man. not
a word painter, but a thought engraver.
ror years he was our enemy and har
bored prejudices against our people, but
after he had visited Texas and studied
the negro and his race traits, he return
ed home and declared that he was unfit
and unworthy of freedom or any politi
cal franchise.
But enough of this. Now let me add
that up to this date I have received one
hundred and seventeen copies of the
poem that I asked for and the number
increases with everv mail. They have
come from every southern state. I be
gan to write pleasant words and thanks
to those who have troubled themselves
to please me, but I have had to stop, for
my old eyes are weak and my. hand
gets tired I can only thank them all
at once and say how grateful I am that
so many know what I did not know. It
humbles my pride and takes away some
t my vanity. Some of my scattered
friends give the authorship to Miss Flora
Hastings, Queen victorias maid of
honor, and some to Geo. D. Prentice,
and one to S. S. Prentis, but the larije
majority are correct in naming Charles
Mackay. He was born in Perth, Scot
land, iu 1S12, and during our civil war
was the American correspondent of Tbe
London Times. He easily stood first!
among the modern English poets, and
was the author of many proBe works.
Bill Ahp.
Shirt WaifctNoii the Southern Kail way
Charlotte News.
Some time ago a prominent conduc
tor who runs between Charlotte and
Atlanta, wap placed in an uncomfort
able position. In the ladiea coach of
his train was a regular shirt-waist man.
A lady sitting near by called the
attention of the conductor to the coat-
less man and asked that he either f ut
on his coat or leave the car. The con
ductor did not wish to insult the man
nor did he desire to desregard the ladies
instructions. While he was debating
what to do, the lady reached the point
sli3 intended getting off and thereby
solved a very vexed problem. The
conductor at once wrote to headquarters
in Washington, to ascertain what was
the company's wisheB in Buch cases.
The matter was referred to the legal
department of the road to report back.
The leading attorney of the Southern
in his reply sayj:
" 'I am sorry to note from your let
ter of August 20th that it is necessary to
give the question which is fiilling the
newspaiers as to the 'shirt-waist man
serious consideration, for I do not think
it deserving of a formal rule of conduct.
This is one of the cases where, it seems
to me, discretion must be left to the con
ductor. So long as a man is decently
dressed, whether he has a coat or not,
his apiearance cannot be offensive to
any sensible person, and as one of our
objects is to provide for the comfort of
our passengers, I c"o not see why, on
purely academic grounds, we should
object to it. The conductor, however,
is the person to determine this. Where
he seea a man, by removing hia coat,
eflVcts an offensive exposure of his per
son or clothing, he ought to suppress
that man promptly. But if no such
oll'ense is given, I do not think that he
should interfere.
IlirdH Eat up Railroad Station.
Toieka, Kau., Sept. 9. Woodpeck
ers are destroying tho Missouri Pacific
Railroad station at Lydon. In two
weeks they have perforated the east end.
The boyB of the town drive them away
with stones and clubs, but they always
return and renew their work of destruc
tion. The station agent says they peck
away iu unisou with the ticks of the
telegrapu in (trumeuts. 1 ce upper halt
of the eftBt end of the station is a wreck.
In the fiarly morning these red-headed
birds may be seen Hying toward the
station from every direction.
nit, IIRVAN TELLS ABOUT HIS
INCOME AISI HIS OPPOR
T UNITIES.
On the way from Deer Park to Cum
berland Mr. Bryan talked freely and at
length to a newspaper correspondent.
His attention was called to a recent
editorial discussing a communication
which spoke of hiB "prosperity" under
the McKinley administration.
"I neyer was a poor man," he said,
"in the sense of not having enough to
live on. My father was a judge, and
among the people of hia community he
was a well-to-do-man. My share of hia
estate was about $2000, which is now
the average wealth of our people.
"I am better off than I was four years
ago. The presidential campaign in
creased my ability to make money. I
was offered a salary of $25,000 a year
aB counsel for an American tile firm,
but declined. I made a contract to de
liver a series of lectures for $50,000, but
found there were unpleasant features
about it and cancelled the agreement.
I wrote magazine article and got $600
for a Berics of chautauqua lectures.
Since 1S96 I have given $500 to col
leges and $1,700 to the Democratic com
mittee. I saved a Bum for my expenses
in this campaign and paid taxes on that
and everything I own, which amounts
to between $2500 and $3000, none of
which was earned in consequence of
any policy of the McKinley adminis
tration." "One of the objections frequently
urged against you, Mr. Bryan," the
correspondent suggestedi "is that it is
feared that you will surround yoursel
with a cabinet of Populists or unsafe
people."
"I know that," replied he. "A man
who does not wish to vote the Demcrat
ic ticket at once commences to construct
a cabinet for me and will always put in
it the men whom he dislikes most. Mr.
Tiliman and Mr. Altgeld are favorites
in this hue, but those who intend to
vote for Mr. Debs always assume that I
will select a cabinet of gold Democrats.
It is safe to assume one thing. If I am
elected I will be elected for four years
and no more, and I will select Buch a
cabinet as will make my administration
a success. The cabinet will not be se
lected with any view to a renomination
or re-election. I stated four years i go,
during the campaign, that I would not
atk for a re-election. At the proper
time I will make tnat announcement
again.
Speaking of hia views and policies
Mr. Bryan ?aid that the need be no
alarm for them. He does not adhere
to a political principle that 18 not 100
years old. The charge that he ia oppos
ing the property interests, he Bays is
folly. In this campaign, he declares,
mercenary wealth ia hiding behind
honest wealth, and honest wealth had
best get away from the association.
"What do you mean by honest wealth
and mecernary wealth?" the correspon-
lent asked.
"Honest wealth is honestly earned,"
replied Mr. Bryan. "Mercenary
wealth, or perhaps I had best call it
predatory wealth, is what is gained
without giving any reiurn for it. It ia
best for people of property to elect a
conservative man. If the policy or
legislating for the advantage of the
wealthy exclusively is continued indefi
nitely, disturbances will finally occur.
"The Debs movement is far stronger
than it was four years ago. If the poli
cy of injunctions i9 continued it will
continue to grow. My remedy for thia
is arbitration. If a man employe a half
dozen ne. sons he knows each of them.
He knows their affairs and when their
families are sick and in want. This as
sociation brings sympathy, and there is
no need to interfere between tries a em
ployers and employes. But the corpo
ration which employs 1000 men has a
superintendent to get all out of them
that is possible. The men are not
known as individuals."
In reply to a quf stion as to the out
look, Mr. Bryan said that in tho middle
west especially the prospects are good
and growing better all the time. He
had been informed, he said, that . a
member of the Republican committee
had Baid that if Mr. McKinley should be
defeated his defeat would likely be as
crushing as that of Greeley. He con
sidered this an important admission.
Why the Elephant DUln't Play the
Piano.
A showman recently advertised a
"piano-playing elephant," and drew a
crowd for the first performance. After
some preliminary remarks describing
the talents of the beast and his e luea
tion, the elephant was led ihto the ring.
He stepped up to the piano, ran a scale,
stopped, lifted his trunk and ran bel
lowing from the tent. The Bhowman
stepped forward, not a whit embarrassed.
"Ladies and getlemen, he said, "an
unfortunate occurrence prevents the
performance. I am sure that you will
Hll respect his reason for this abrupt
conclusion. He has just recognized his
dead mother's teeth in the piano keys.
Mooresvilte is to have a bank with
capital of $15,000. It will begin busi
ness November 1, 1W. ihe louowing
are the board of Directors; S. C. Rankin,
J. E. Sherrill, Geo. C Gdodretui, J
Mills and W. C. Johnson.of M esyille,
Lee S. Overman and J. S. K ntibirw,
of Salisbury. H. C. Rankin xk : m-de
president and C. P. Neely, cashier..