The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1879-09-12
A SLEEPING CAR INoIpENr.-An anus. |

The train passed through Union City about
B o'clock, when the passengers were aroused
by the piercing shrieks Of a passing locomo-
tive. At the same time woman's scream
echoed ;fhrough the sleeping car. The first
Scream sounded like an echo, but the sec.
oudsand third admitted Of no doubt. The
sleeping car conductor and porter started
from different ends of the car almost stimuli
the sound, which came from one of the
middle berths. a woman was found sit
ting on the edge of her berth, half scream-
ing, not having yet fullf awakened AS
soon as she could collect her senses she in
formed the conductor that man had tried
to get in her apartment BY the voice she
knew him to be fellow who had got on at
Cleveland, and who had been trying to
make himself agreeable to her in the even.
ing, with indifferent success. The man in
question was dragged from his quarters by
the indignant passengers, who by this time
had taken in the situation. He explained
that he had been up after drink, and that,
on returning the motion Of the car had
pitched him into her berth. The passcn-
gers thought his explanation very thin,
and the young lady was evidently of the
same opinion, for she reached back under
her pillow and drew a silver mounted re.
volver, which she cooked and lcvellcd full
at his head "Now," said she, "get down
on your knees and beg my pardon, or will
blow your brains out. l carry this revol-
yer for just such dirty, cowardly dogs as
you. Down" That fellow couldn't get
down on his knees too quick, and right
there in the aisle he made an abjcct apollo
~ for his attempted outrage, promising to
write to the ladys father in St. Louis as
additional pcnance. The picture Of the
young woman pointing revolver at the
knecling figure in a night shirt, in front Of
her, nervously lingering the trigger, with
dozen spectral figures standing around, and
rs many heads thrust from adjacent berths,
would have afforded astudy for an artist.
SENATOR Buffers COOP Work Down
EAsr.-Washington, August 2S.-Fiunk
Lcsiic's comes to us this month with cap.
ital likeness of Senator Nj. G. Butler as he
appeared at the Rhode Island clam bake
The Northern press were so stunned at first
at the idea of South Cardinals gifted sena.
tor having the hardihood to investigate
New England election frauds, that they
had little to say about it, but now they arc
to the fact that many most damn.
election system have been laid bare, and
when the Senate convcncs they will hear
many things, which if they take into their
hearts aud ponder, may p,ssibly have the
effect o.! cleansing their political clam bake
kitchen. Senator Buffers committee has
at least had this effect, that the rotten
boroushs of New England will in the fu-
.urc be careful not tn encourage this invcs
tigating mania, which insists upon looking
into the private affairs of the Southern
States for it is n sword that can be made
to cut both ways. The writer of the arti-
Gle in frank LcsHe's accompanying the
picture of the clam-bakc is graduate of
Oxford, most gifted writer, with won.
lerful command Of the English language
He compares Senator Buffers conversation
to that of Gladstone, and evidently agrees
with Blaine, that Butler is the rising man
uf the Senate.
Mr.. Finley, the young South Carolnian
who was SO roundly abused b. the Radical
press as Il Rebel who boasled Of his treason
during the war, (whcn he was just seven
years old, has passed his examination for
Il second lcutenancy. He passed second
and was highly complimented by the board.
The army d PES not contain to. day better
fellow, more polished gentleman, or a
braver man than this same Lieutenant Leigh.
ton Finley, OF South Carolina. - Cor Ncps
ond Courier.
81 AM DYI Nc, EGYPT, DYING."-The
Richmond Enquirer gives the following
story of the delth of Gen. Ly tie,
author Of the beautiful poem, 81 am Dying,
Egypt, Dying" "Efe was killed far in ad-
vance of his command, while gallantly lead
ing an assault upon our lines, and the stced
and his dead rider were both captured. So
soon as it was known that the author of
that rare poem, as familiar and as greatly
admired South as North, Il am Dying,
Egypt, Dying lay dead in the camp, Off
GERS and men crowded around t. take last
look at the poet soldier who had achieved
so great a literary triumph There was no
rejoicing over this fallen enemy but there
was, in truth, something on each soldier S
check that, for a moment, washed away the
stains Of powder. Tenderly they took him
up; and when the battle was over. an es-
cort of honor, appointed from among the
leading Confederate officers, bore him back
to his own camp. under u flag of truce, aud