The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1894-08-29
Brushy Creek News.

Brushy Greek News.
A series of meetings is in progress at
Sloan this week.
Our merchants are "tuning up" for
fall trade-new goods arriving every day.
Politics are booming, booming, BOOM
Ing! But we are not in it this time, so
let US slide on.
Playing dominoes and pitching horse
shoe nails is the popular pastime with
the boys at present. Next?
Madam Rumor has it that wedding
bells will be ringing in Brushy Creek
"ere cotton picking time is o'er."
Mr.. James Smith has recently had
some improvements made on his dwell
ling, which add much to the convenience
and attractiveness Of his place.
The buz, whir, zip Of the saw mills OF
Messrs. Long & Mauldins and the Messrs.
Hogans, as they rip the giants OF the
day now.
The Seventh Day Adventists have pull
ed down their tent but we know not
whittier they haye gone with it. We
have made several enquiries about them,
but nobody seems to know or care what
has become of them.
Fodder pulling, syrup making, etc.. is
coming on now and things are again be-
ginning to get into g. rustliDg, humming
shape on the farm. The happy, go.easy,
watermelon and crest season" is almost
ready to be remem bered with the things
of the past, and our farmers are rolling
up their sleeves preparatory to gathering
the ripening crops.
The series Of meetings which were in
progress at the Noun tain SI rings Baptist
Church week before last closed on Tues
day evening with the ordinance of bap-
tism. There were only two accessions to
the church, Notwithstanding Revs.
Spearman and Hatcher "labored earnest
" and faithfully, preaching the precious
word of truth and warning sinners OF the
wrath to come."
Messrs. J. Fl. Bryant, Patrick Seigall,
E. r. Foster, w. S. Mauldin, J. T. Bry-
ant. "Bob'' Laboon and DR.. Tripp are the
gentlemen that kindly remembered your
humble correspondent with luscious
melons, and here's thank yoax for all OF
them. We ate those presented us by Ed.
and Bob fresh from the vine and by
moonlight. (The boys were with us,
though, end don't you forget it..
It comes within our knowledge from
personal observation and report that
there is moro whiskey being drank by
the people at this time than has been
drank in q half life. time before the
dawn of che glorious dispensary era. We
don't know where it comes from, and we
don't put ourself to the trouble to find
out. The dispensary, we are told, is
step towards prohibition!
The extra work put on our dog by the
growing number of agents, lightning
rod men, etc., has tagged him little.
He doesn't go for them near as we'll as
he used to. We set him on fat book
agent Monday and he run him quarter
before he got scrap of his trousers.
Lsst year he would have caught that man
before he got into the road. We are 60
ing to buy us a bulldog as soon as we
get money enough. Bet he'll ''pick 'em
up"
We know somebody who will collapse
when they read this item: Eyes, ex-
tremely I! The first time was kissed
felt like tub of roses swimming in hon
ey, cologne, nutmeg and cranberries. 1
felt also as if something was running
through my nerves on diamonds, escort
ed by several little cupids in chariots
drawn by angels, shaded by. honey
suckles, and the whole spread with melt
ed rainbows." "Oh, -! lin low tone
of voice) Ned Needle is in the other room,
and I'll bet he heard you" "Pshaw !
You know he didn't; he can't hear good
nohow, and what if he did, dearie ?'
We missed the campaign meeting at
Mountain Springs last Tuesday. Yes,
missed it.! What was it, anyway? Ev-
erybody else hereabouts went but me,
and all say that they had real nice time !;
tell me that genuine fun, intrinsic humor
and sparkling wit leaked out all through
the crowd; that everybody was on the
most friendly terms, and that brass
band was on hand If / had known all
of this I would have gone or busted. I
dote on brass bands. Yes, and they tell
me that Josh Ashley and Bolton Watson
and Morgan Pack, and lot of others,
made rattling good speeches, and miss
ed it all Let me forget about it. 1t Is
just my luck, though, and I reckon it is
all right, for perhaps l wouldn't have
| thought those speeches were 80 good.
| + III bet that if stranger from the moon
| could have been on the grounds and felt
| the hearty hand-shalkes Of the innumera-
BILE candidates, and saw their bright
smiles fit over their benign countenan-
| icy zone, he would have thought that the
men of earth believed in the brotherhood
of man. He would have never dreamed
that behind those placid faces lurked the
ruffled features of the devil-selfshness
He could not have seen that those frank
| lips shut in from view the tongue and
teeth of guile and greed. But we OF
mundane life can see through things
apaque. We peer into almost every
thing-we even see through tariff walls
and hard money; but with all our power
to pierce the strange, and large and hard,
we even fail to see the limit Of SOME
mems cheek and self-sutllciency.
Last Sunday night we went to Cowan' g
tent meeting, and were wo to report what
we saw not one-half Of the INTELLI-
aENcER's readers would believe it. They
say that this tent, which is pretty good
sized one, will seat one thousand people,
and if that be fact there was eleven or
The tent is about one mile from Pied
mont, beautifully located and easy OF
access, and people just flock to it, so to
speak. There you can find most any
| kind of man you are looking for-as
| lively as cricket or as solemn as jack
ass in q snow storm. Well, we approach
the tent, quite large number Of people
are already under it (the side curtains
are all up and we can see good). The
shades of night are falling fast, a man
starts around with step ladder and
climbing up lights the lamps. We walk
in and get ug a seat. BY this time every
seat is occupied and still they come, The
organist steps to the organ, the "choir''
crowds onto the rostrum and q series oi
the most unearthly sounds that ever
grated in our ears floats out upon the
| breeze. This continues for few minutes
and they turn to shouting, yelling, clap.
ping their hands, jumping straight uE
and down and laughing. People stand
up on The benches and crowd and push
and the racket grows louder. We
straighten up on the slab which we are
sitting, people are standing up al arounc
us, and we can't see. We get our hat anc