The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1888-11-28
Pamela News.
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PANoLA, S. c., Nov. 26, 1888.
Nh. EDITOR: That postal-thank you
kindly; it was happy reminder. I would
feel better if had done better. The re-
view of the year is not very comforting to
me, and it ought not to be. If had been
more diligent and faithful to duty the re-
suit would have been different. There is a
shortage all around this year. Like old
Guido, the corn is short, the potatoes is
short, but ode sun broke tru de cloud an
gin we something once mo-" So you see
there is room for grunting where there is so
little prosperity belonging to my charge
The Lord only knows who is to blame. One
thing I do know, he will measure response
bility with an even hand.
Your editorial pathway is rugged, poster
e6 with thorns. It is so suppose with all
editors. at times they are as snappish as
minks, constantly dunning delinquent sub.
scribers. Why do this? Do you not help
to give free and gratuitous literature? The
last visit paid Manning, I saw an editor
hunting up locals, his face wore frowns of
toll o! how longed to edit his paper, so
much to write about. Manning was so full
Of good and pretty things. I had great
anxiety to be an editor, to tell the county
folks what 1 saw. It was gala week. Man
ming was in her glory. with strain of mag
nificent music marshaling her beautiful
streets; bat viii hush as that part Of the
program belongs to your local. It was gala
week, therefore most if not all of the Court
House hunkedoreys were on the breeze, I
only had the pleasure to see your popular
sheriff.
Times are so monotonous we ere slow to
believe Harrison has been elected president.
As this is the case we will resume the even
tenor Of our way, and take our place high
up on the roll among your contributors
"Hew to the line. let the chips fall as they
may" Jacks Creek has been so overhowed
from the inceSsant rains we could not pass
over. We had no Moses to lead Us, pillar
of cloud ty day, but no pillar of fire by
night, hence We have kept Lear Rosin Hill
where you can at all times enjoy match
less treat Here life blooms ever and anon.
The gist Of the moral, your humoriSt writer,
Occasional" bachelor as he ISL whose
aow Of soul can only be eaualed by beau
tiful euadrille.
At Rosin Hill the Eutawville Railroad
passes Farewell Friend Brockton; goodbye
Pamela; we are on the slide. The only COM
fort;ng hand we can extend to You will be
to move to the r. r. Let it not be said, you
sorrow as one who has no hope, and may
your destiny miss the mark of e Summer
ton friend who having sold out his mules
now has to buy more to move to the Rail
road.
A recent visit to Vance's gave me an op-
portunity to look at the wrecked bridge.
Vances IS o small but growing town on the
Eutawville & Elloree Roai. At this juno
ton the road from Sumter will connect
Several months must elapse before the
bridge can be made available. The bridge
disaster was serious and fearful loss to the
company, involving the necessary addition
al expenditure Of $1,000 or $4,000 to re-
place the damage. MIR. Pregnal is hard at
work with double force OF hands taking
down the ruins, dredging the channel in
removing it's wreck The trains run daily
from the JUNCTION to the river, which is one
| mile and half. This is smooth, level
road, and goes to show the rapid stride
which must soon span the river and comet
Orangeburg and Clarendon.
Some months ago Wnlle canYaSSlng the
Eeep Creek section made o jocular re-
mark that if elected to the Office of county
commissioner would use my influence to
give to the people Of that locality public
road from Jordan to Foreston. have re-
ceived several letters reminding me of my
promise. My travelling companion, two
hundred FOUNDER, felt the weight of the ar
gument. He would tighten on me at the
| Jolt of every root. have wondered since
| if he has forgotten the ride from Foreston
to Jordan. trow not, as his genial life
will never faoe from the memory Of the
writer
Candidates make many promises and
meet serious difficulties. It was specially
so in the parsonage of our sherif-eiect,
where individuals took brush in hand to
guard the polls to keep the people from
voting for him.
Our little city is all in hustle, hog
killing time. There is perfect carnival in
the sausage and pudding line. When this
killing is to stop and the end come We know
NOT Tom.