The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1872-03-28
Croffut, the Table-Talke of the CHICAGO


Post, advocates new departure in adyertis
ing. 1t has always seemed that it would
pay to start Magazine of the size and char.
acter Of the Atlantic or GALAXY, to be devot.
ed to advertising. For it such contributors
as Bert Hart, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Hell.
en- Hunt, Henry Ward :Beecher, James
Russell Lowell, Howel, Field, and Parton,
should be engaged and literally saIaried. In
all the stories, reviews, essays, and poems,
advertisements should be inserted at such a
hight of rates as the nature ofthe enterprise
and the character of the publicity given de-
manded, The .Tahle-Talker will not further
elaborate this idea, but will conclude with q
few specimens from the advance sheets of the
April number. .a., i.
From "Beseiged by the Paynim: A tale of Ora.
y da."-Bayard Taylor. -.
With sad heart the white
haired Conde, leaning heavily on the arm
of his daughter, assembled to the top of the
barbican. A solitary sentinel, in harberge-
on and corset. armed with musquetoon and
sword. paced his rounds. The moon, hidden
by bank of deep-blue clouds, showed occa-
sional glimpses of her wan face. The coun-
try, far as the eye could reach, twinkled with
the camp-fres of thebeseigers, the. .neying of
whose chargers, and the dismal braying of
whose gongs could plainly be heard. Sud-
denly wbizz was heard, as of an arrow,
and the sentinel fell dead, a shaft which had
pierced his brain quivering in his heart
''By St. largo, we are Observed" said the
Conde 10 Mariana, as he drew the timid girl
behind battlement. "Ha!" he added, "by
St. Mungo of the Abenccrage, what have we
here ?" By the pale moon light Miratana
; aw letter fastened to the arrow. She de-
tached it. it was sprinkled with the hearts
blood of the sentinel, stout Ruy Guzman.-
She opened it and read these words: Messrs
Bliffkins & Junk, 1873 South Park Street
have received large consignment Of dress
goods, ETC., etc.
From "The Beauty Of Galoot Gulch."-Bret
4 "Wall, pardner, rake them
are persimmons; dog gone my gizzard if 1
don't" So saying, the gamblers threw down
their cards. Jay Bird had four aces. He
smiled quiet kind of smile, and drew the
-four barrel full of gold dust down towards
him. With a mulevolsnt smile, Chawed
Nose slowly spread out his cards. He had
five eight Of clubs! Sax your parding,"
he said with fendish ehuckle, "but how is
this yer for high ?" Without word, Jay
Bird drew his derringer. A sharp report
was followed by dull fall, The ball lad
passed through Chawed Noses brain, and,
passing of, knocked the glass of dog's-nose
which Judg ge Brzzard was drinking, into a
thousand fragments. He uttered terrible
OATH But Jay Bird did not heed him. He
was kneeling with compressed lips beside
the murdered rafiaa.- -aStand away: Scooty,"
he said, hoarsely, "and you Skiddy Bullrat,
dust out Of that, let the girl come" The
men stood aside as the beauty Of Galoot
Gulch advanced to the side of the father
whom her lover had slain. "Dead as pork, I
reckon" she said, land you've smashed one
of our best tumblers, mister; blast your eter-
nal pictur' if you haint." The rude men
had stood with avcrtcd countenances and
wet eyes during the beauty's grief. But
Hogs Eye now advanced and seized one of
the five eights of clubs. "See hcre," he ex-
claimed. A dozen bowies were drawn, but
fell from the nerveless hands Of their owners.
There on the card these men read the SOL
emn confession: ''Bugg;n's Cathartic Pills
Never fail."