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The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1883-08-16
A Dude in the Wild West.

The car was full and I pre-empted
seat on the rear platform. Inside
were miners bound for Carbonate, a
drummer, one lady, and a something
that we all decided was dude Once
in a while the train would be lost
amid coney pines, and then through a
gap in the trees would be caught an
Eden-like glimpse of the disappearing
park. There were innumerable shades
of green beside the track; the bril-
liancy of grass and the almost black of
the forest. Even the dude showed an
interest. "No paintah, aw, could do
this thing, ye know, aw." The Ian
guage of the dude was not particularly
flop, but his head was level. However,
he got knocked completely out of time
further on. The train stopped at a
neat cottage painted brown. In the
door was rosy-cheeked maiden, lean
ing in unconscious grace upon her
broom.
cav, me guhrl, don't ye get lone
some, ye know, aw, way up heah?' he
ventured, with smile that trespassed
on the back of his neck. The girl
seemed astonished for a moment and
then, looking over her shoulder, called:
Pap, pap! the Dime Museum monkey
is loosel Kill it and get its clothes.
The dude seemed to shrink, and notll-
ing could induce him to open his
mouth from that point to the journeys
end.-Denper NeaDS.
The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1883-08-16
A Baby on the Battlefield.

The Martinsburg CIV. Va.) CORE
spondent of the Wheeling I7atelligencer
relates the following story: almost
every family and individual here has
some bit of romance in connection with
the late war. To-day at a musicale, to
which I was kindly invited. 1 met a
lady whose talents as a musician and
whose remarkable beauty had attracted
my attention. She possessed that rare
type of prettiness that is wholly South
ern. Great, deep blue eyes, the face
perfect in every feature, hair rich in
its abundance and wonderful in its
tint. This is her story: Twenty years
ago, when the tide OF battle in long,
bloody waves swept over the terrible
field of Manassas, a baby girl was left
IN orphan on the battle-ground. Dur
ing the changes of the fateful day the
home Of the blue-eyed girl was at one
time directly between the fire of both
armies. AS the first shots whistled
above the house the parents started to
flee for place Of refuge. A dozen
yards from the door both were shot
down, and the baby, an orphan, with
out sister or brother, was alone in the
world. The battle ragei on, dead and
dying were everywhere, but the baby
was unharmed. The day wore away,
and Just as the SUMS last rays, half
hidden in the curling smoke, sadly
kissed the earth goodnight, General
.Jubal Early, riding by, heard the
bays cries. He dismounted, and,
taking the little waif up, cared for it
until he could place it under the care
of his sisters. They watched it through
its infantile years, giving it an educa-
tion and a world of love, and now that
baby, grown to womanhooi, lovely and
accomplished, the pet of large circle
of friends who call her Waif,' is the
sole support of these two women, Sis
tiers of the confederate general. She
talked to me modestly, yrt gracefully,
of her early years, and her beautiful
eyes filled with tears as she spoke of
her two old friends. If should write
her name it would not be strange
one here, for all the city knows Miss
Ida Henry"
The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1883-08-16
How Tacks are Made.

The iron is received from the rolling
mills in sheets from three inches to
twelve inches wide, and from three
feet to nine feet in length, the thick
ness varying, according to the kind of
work into which 1t is to le made,
from one-eighth to one-thirty-second of
an inch. These sheets are all cut in
thirty-inch pieces, and by immersion
in acid cleaned of the hard outside
flint scale. They are then chopped
into strips Of width corresponding
to the length of the nail or tack re-
quired. Supposing the tack to be cut
is an eight-Ounce carpet tack, the strip
of iron, as chopped and ready for the
machine, would be about eleven-six-
teenths of an inch wide and thirty
inches long. This piece is placed firmly
in the feeding apparatus, and by this
arrangement carried between the
knives of the machine. At each revolu'
ton of the balance wheel the knives
cut off Il small piece from the end of
the plate. The piece cut off is pointed
at one end and square for forming the
head at the other. 1t is then carried
between two dies by the action
of the knives, and these dies
coming together form the body Of the
tack under the head. Enough of the
iron projects beyond the face of the
dies to form the head, and while he'll
firmly by them, lever strikes the pro-
iecting piece into a round head. This,
rs we have said before, is all done
during one revolution of the wheel
and the knives, as soon as the tack
drops from the machine. are ready to
cut off another piece. These machines
are run at the rate of about 25O revolu-
tions per minute. The shoe-nail
machine for cutting headloss shoe,
nails, are run at about 500 revolutions
per minute, and cut from three to five
nails at each revolution.
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The Bad Boy.

"What, did your pa get a black eye?
hadn't heard about that said the
grocery man, giving the bad boy n
handful of unbaked peanuts to draw
him out. didn't get to fighting, did
he?"
mo, pa don't fight. 1t is wrong,
| he says, to fight, unless you are sure
you can whip the fellow, and pa al
ways gets whipped, so he quit fight
ing. You see, one of the deacons in
our church lives out on farm, and all
his folks were going away tosptnd the
Fourth, and he had to do all the
chores, so he invited pa and ma to
come out to the farm and have a nice
quiet time, and they went. There is
nothing pa likes BITTER than to 60 out
on a farm, and pretend he knows
everything. When the farmer got pa
and ma out there he set them to work.
and ma shelled peas while pa went
| to dig potatoes for dinner. L think 1T
was mean for the deacon to send pa
out in the cornfield to dig potatoes,
and after he had dug up whole row
of corn without finding any potatoes,
to set the dog on pa; and tree him in
an ample tree near the bee hives, and
then 90 and visit with ma and leave
pa in the tree with the dog barking at
him. Pa said he never knew how
mean deacon could he until lie had
sat on limb of that apple tree all the
afternoon. About time to do chores
the farmer came and found pa and
called the dog off, and pa came down,
and then the farmer played the mean
est trick of all He said city people
didn't know how to milk cows, and pa
said he wished he had as many dollars
as he knew how to milk cows. He
said his spechulty was milking kicking
COWS, and the farmer gave pa a tin
pail and a milking-stool, and let down
the bars, and pointed out to pa the
worst cow on the place Pa knew his
reputation was ut stake, and he went
up to the COW and punched it in the
flank and said, Hist, confound
you.' Well, tn, cow wasn't a
histing cow, but a histing bull, and pa
knew it was bull as quick as ne see
it put down its head and bellcr, and pa
dropped the pail and stool and started
for the bars and the bull after pa. l
don't think it was right in ma to bet
two shillings with the farmer that pa
would get to the bars before the bull
did, though she won the bet. Ia sad
he knew it was a bull just as soon as
the horns got tangled up in his coat
tail, and when he struck on the other
side of the bars and his nose hit the ash
barrel where they make lye for soap,
pa said he saw more fireworks than we
did at the Soldiers home. Pawouldn't
celebrate any more, and he came home,
after thanking the farmer for his
courtesies, but he wants me to borrow
] o gun and go out with him hunting.
~ .a.
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A Fight With Stage Robbers.

The recent successful resistance
made by a passenger in Montana
stage against two highwaymen leads
the Helena ,(Montana) Independent
to say: Tuesday afternoons attempted
stage robbery on the main range is the
first affair in Montana since 1855 where
any passenger has had enough sand to
to stand off road agents For
Ie'a.ttely en- az. ssdayS
Nominated more nappily for: the ends
Of Justice than that OF 1865. One day
in July, 1865. the treasure coach for
the south left Virginia City with seven
passengers-A. S. Parker, a: J. Nc
Causland, David Dinan, W. L. Mers,
L. T. Carpenter, Charles Parks and
James Brown. There was a large
amount of treasure on board. The
passengers-all hardy mountaineers-
were well armed, principally with
doubla-barrel shotguns loaded with
buckshot. They expected an attempt
to rob the coach, and determined to
fight. They took turns watching at
the coach windows with guns ready
for quick use, determined to get the
first shot, if possible, in case Of an at
tack. One man also sat by the driver,
Frank Williams, who was afterward
found to have been in with the road
agents.
The second day out from Virginia,
while driving through Point Neuf
canon, the man on the box with the
driver sang out: Boys, here they
"-he having discovered the barrels
of the road agents shotguns glimmer-
ing in the bushes by the roadside. The
outside watch followed his words of
warning with hasty shot, almost
simultaneous with which the inside
passengers turned loose on the robbers,
which was answered instantly by a
volley from among the bushes. Parker,
McCausland, Dinan and Mers were
shot dead. Carpenter was hurt in
three places, and only avoided death
by feigning to be dying when one of
the robbers came up for the purpose Of
shooting him second time. Parks
was also apparently mortally wounded,
and was not further molested. Brown,
who was not hurt, jumped into the
bushes and escaped. The driver
(Williamsj, who had pIrposely driven
the coach into the ambush, was, Of
course, untouched. His part in the
robbery was afterward traced home to
him, and although he had left the
Territory he did not escape retribution,
he having been hung by the vigilance
committee at Cherry Creek some
months later.
The road agents who took part in
this butchery were eight in number.
They secured S65,000 in gold, and, so
far as known in Montana, were never
detected.
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The glen had been a weird place to

The glen had been a weird place to
me always since that grateful day.
Now, as I entered it, the old charm
fell around me; as at other times, I
seemed to hear Glen Mary calling; as
at other times, I fastened on, with
beating heart, to keep my tryst with
her. On, under the spell, till
Suddenly turned a soft-turfed cor
ner and came back to life again. For,
just below on the bank, with her head
resting on her little hand, sat Rebah
Wayne, looking thoughtfully down
into the pool beneath. Alone, with
out Jack, for once! Quickly forgot
all that was between us; and, with
my mad soul, was hurrying down
toward her, when suddenly her OWL
sweet voice restrained me.
al should have forgiven him right
away" she murmured. "His reasons
were foolish, but I understood them
quite. T think I had-really begun to
Like him then. It is--ohl it is a
dreadful thing, I suppose, for girl to
say even to these deaf rocks but am
quite sure love him now somehow,
since he went away"
But she did not finish ere she could
T was beside her, holding the little
hand in mine and looking up into her
startled face. That only; out Of my
full heart, that moment, I could not
speak word.
She blushed, but she did not take her
hand away so eloquent my silent tale;
so plain the soul in my eyes, she never
thought to hide her own.
II think some one must have been
eavesdropping here" she said, with an
open, fond look at me. And as my
arms drew her to my bosom, l felt her
own soft ones stealing around my
neck, and knew she was mine for aye.
Back through the wonderful pass
we wandered, as have many lovers,
blissfully, through paradise. On the
hotel porch I parted with my darling,
and then, for the first time, thought
of Jack.
What of Jack? In my great happi-
ness the old tenderness flowed back to
him. Could it be that there was more
in this than I had dreamed-that the
love of one woman was to make us, as
it had made other men, strangers Tor
all our lives?
Could he not spare me this one little
girl? A bit drearily my eyes wan
dered down the piazza seeking him,
and
Suddenly my soul laughed out. For,
in the far corner, I saw blonde beau
ty of charming type, and, beside,
one toying with her dainty fan, and
gazing, with uncomfortable rapture,
up into the fair, sweet face.
It was-my enemy, Jack.
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What Petroleum Killed.

In the prosperous days of New Lon
don, Conn, as many as six whalers
used to come in one day to that port.
They had made voyages of two, three,
and even five years. Six whalers would
enter the harbor together, each striving
to come in first. When the anchor
was let 60 from the side of the first
ship to get in boat was lowered and
the burly captain was set ashore.
Everybody shouk hands with the cap
tain. and to each shake he replied with
a grip that would have pulverized an
English walnut.
This was in the golden years of
1913, 1919 and 1850. Prices were high
and sales quick, both for oil and bone,
and the voyage afforded splendid
"lays," as the whalemen said. Even
the dark-faced Portuguese, the Coma
los and Petros, had for their share SlOU
or 5000 in gold
At that time Beach, Bra LEY and
Porter street were nothing more than
rows OF boarding houses and saloons
for sailors. All nationalities were rep
resented at the carousals. There were
Portuguese, Kanakas, Cinnamon, MeXl'
cans, negroes, mulattoes, red Indians,
Lascars and Norwegians. Money was
poured upon the bar and no change
was asked for. Gold was only god
while it was being spent. The New
London of that time was full of fat
negresses in pink and yellow gowns
and wearing monstrous earrings and
breastpins. Fights were common, and
then sheath knives fashea above the
heads of the motley merrymakers
Jealousy, inAamed by drink, was the
usual cause Of these affrays. The pro-
prietor of the dance-house would
soothe his customers into decorum by
caressing their skulls with the sword
of q swordiish or with an island war
club which some native had one day
pawned for drink.
The return of these richly laden
ships (and the fleet was then so large
that one whaler came in weekly while
another went Out) always brought
prosperity to the commercial world OF
New London. But whales became
scarce. This was the result Of the in.
discriminate slaughter which the
whalemen had made. Before long pc.
troleum was discovered. The market
soon dropped to a point that rendered
further succ sf,yl-whaliRg imsracti:
cable Metz snip sails out Of the port
of New London now, and but few
schooners are engaged in sea-elephant
and fur-seal fisheries. The great fleet
Of ships, having ouslived their useful
ness, laid their bones during the rebel,
lion at the bottom of Charleston and
other Southern harbors.
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We are going to shoot abull and a dog
and some bees, maybe we will shoot
the farmer, if pa keeps on as mad as
mad as he is now. ."-Peck,s San.
Lady AIulcnhey's Revenge.

"Give me the bandoline."
The soft, mellow tinkle of bells came
floating over the hills and dales to the
Lady Cecil Mulcahey that June even
ing, as she stood before the glass in her
boudoir, beautiful articles of virtu.
choice bits of fancy work and all tina
new corn remedies thatWere scattered
around in graceful confusion giving
to the room an air of refined beauty
that one so seldom sees outside the
precincts of Naples or KSkomo.
"Yes, Madame, replied Nanette
Stiggins, the French femme de cham.
bre, handing her mistress the required
article. "And does Madame wish her
yinaigret?" -
"No," replies Ladysfee1 a cold,
cynical smile passing oyer her features
a. she speaks. "Lords Reginald de
Courcey Short will yet rue the day on
which he laughed my apple pie to
scorn," she continued, Speaking softly
to herself, "and toId; ;mswith a cruel
sneer on his lips, that. he would, ere
the ruddy glow Of autumn faded into
the snowy whitenets 0fSwinter, wed
simple Ruth Redingote, the humble
cotter's daughter. He may think I
have forgotten his words, that I have
choked away the grim wolf of despair
that has been gnawing, my heart, but
time shall teach him better shall
bring home to him. with terrible,
crushing force the truth that hell hath
no fury like woman's corns-like a
woman scorned, ]. mean n--and with a
twirl of her tapersfngers she chucked
the powder puff deftly, into its box and
began a long, weary search for the
hairbrush. - 80,
y X Il y
Ruth Redingote and Reginald Short
are walking arm-in-arm down the
principal thoroughfare and, as the gas
light falls with fitful flicker upon the
pure young face of the. girl, her COM
panion looks down to her with a
smile. Reginald thinks, as he gazes
fondly upon her, that there is none SO
fair as this woman, none that
could so securely bind his heart in the
silken fetters of pure, holy affection.
And so, feeling thus, seems to him
that he cannot do toD much for her,
cannot make hisSyielding. to her every
wish too plain. And so, bending over
her, his bright young face aglow with
the kindly light of a deep affection, he
asks her if there is anything she would
like-any delicacy in the brilliantly
lighted windows that environ them on
every side. -.
eyes," answers Ruth, a pleased look
in her deep, luminous eyes, 81 would
like something" ss
"What is it, darling land as he
speaks the '"st word a bright crimson
blush suffuses the girl 's3cheek
She hesitates an instant, and then, in
clear, ringing tones colze forth the
words: ~ s.!
Lemon pie z ;.sa,tss5
,ttlsS night air. Reginald turns hastily,
and there, before him, more beautiful
than ever, stands the Lady Mulcahey.
"Lemon pieI" she Kisses iercely.
"And this is your chosen bride-you
who are so cultured and refined. My
vengeance is satisfied and with an
other knocking laugh she fees away
into the darkness.-Chicago Tribune.
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A MERRY HEART.
Tis well to have a merry heart,

Tis well to have a merry heart,
However short VIC stay;
There's wisdom in merry heart,
Whate'er the world may say,
Philosophy may lift its head
And 5nd ont many q flaw,
But give me the philosophy
That's happy with straw!
IF life but brings US happiness
It brings US, We are told,
Whats hard to tuy, though rich ones try
With oil their heaps of gold.
Then laugh away-let others say
Whate'er they will of mirth;
Who laughs the most may truly boast
He's got the wsa'th of earth.
There's music in merry laugh,
A moral beauty, too
1t shows the hearts an honest heart,
That's paid each man his due.
And lent share of what's to spare
Despite of wisdom's fears;
aud made the cheek less sorrow speak,
The eye weep fewer tears.
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HUMOROUS SKETCHES.
Ready for the Shock.

II am a cautious man." said Mr.,
slowboy, "and rarely place myself in
danger without taking great precau.
ticns," and he lifted out of his wagon
dry goods box and brass kettle,
81 came out here to see match three
weeks ago." the old man explained
"and during the game a red-hot ball
right from the bat struck me like a
cannon-shot between the eyes, bent
my spectacles double, broke both
glasses, disarranged my ideas, oh.
structed my view of the game and
knocked me down. Then the catcher
and shortstop ran together and stood
on me and jumped up to catch the
ball, and when they came down they
both kicked me for getting in the way
and making them miss that foul
And now have brought along this
dry goods box to sit in and this brass
kettle to wear on my head"
And placidly, safely, but little
warm withal, he saw the game cleal
Observation-Disclosures Ha1okeye.
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ences. The librarian would tell him

ences. The librarian would tell him
NO had said anything about that par
llcular saint, and name certain au-
thors, giving sometimes as many as a
hundred, naming the books, the words,
and the very number of the page. He
did this so frequently and 50 exactly
that he came 10 be looked upon rs an
oracle. The Grand Duke Casino Ill.
made him lis librarian. One day the
grand duke sent for him, and asked
him If he could get him book that
was particularly scarce. "No, sir" he
replied, cit is impossible, for there IS
but one in the world. That is in the
grand signior's library at Constanti-
nople, and is the seventh book on the
second shelf, on the right hand as you
90 in"
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JOB PRINTING
THE GOOD w1FE's PHILOSOPHY

The good wife hustled about the house,
Her face still bright with pleasant smile
AS broken snatches of happy song
Strengthened her heart and hand the "!ille'
The good man sat in the chimney nook,
His little clay pipe within his lips,
And all he'd made and all he had lost,
Ready and clear on his finger tips.
sGood wife, I've just been thinking bit,
Nothing has done very we'll this year;
Money is bound to be hard to got
Everything is bound to be very dear;
How the cattle are going to be fed,
How we're to keep the boys at school,
Is kind of q debt ind credit sum
can't make balance by my rule"
She turned her head around from the baking
bread,
And she faced him with cheerful laughi
"Why, husband, dear, one would think
That the good, rich wheat was only chair
And what if the wheat was only chaff,
As long as we both are we'll and strong;
Pm not woman to --orry q bit,
Somehow or other we get along.
"Into some lives some rain must fall,
Over all lands the storm mus beat,
But when the rain and storm are DER
The after-sunshine is twice rs sweet.
Through every straight We have found road,
In every grief we have found song;
We have had to bear, and had to wait,
But somehow o. other we get along.
"For thirty years we have loved each other,
Stood by each other whatever befell;
Six boys have called US father and mother,
And all of them living, and doing well.
We owe no man penny, my dear,
We're both of US loving, and well and
strong,
Good man, I wish.you would smoke again,
And think how we'll we've got along"
He filled his pipe with pleasant laugh; !.
BE kissed his wife with tender pride;
he said: cru do as you tell me, love,
I'll just count up on the other side."
She left him then with his better thought,
And lifted her work with a low, sweet
song
L song that followed me many year,
| Somehow or other, we get along.