The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1897-11-30
BILL ARP ON HIS LECTURE TOUR.
THE TRIALS OF A TRAVELLER.
He Reads Epitaphs i'm an Old Gene
tery-Missed II Passenger Train
and Had to Board a Slow Freight,

. He Reads Epitaphs in an Old Ceme
1 tery-Missed Passenger Trail
and Had to Board a Slow Freigh,
( Charlotte, N. c., is q growing city O
: 10000 people. Charlotte has the bes
3 advertising sketchbook ] ever saw.
} Is beautifully printed and ILLUSTRATED
, and seems to be founded on facts. The
are distributed from all the hotels an,
are pleasant reading on the train. |
tells about the health and climate ant
altitude and business and resources ant
public morals, but what amazed anC
Impressed me most was the circle maj
that shows the number of cotton milll
within u radius of 100 miles from Char
lotto. On this map are black dots nun
berlng the mills at every town and the
aggregate is 2l0, or about 81 per cen
of all the mills in the South, These
mills operate 1,62l 900 spindles anC
400 looms and are capitalized at $50,
100000. This little book contains 8
tabular statement Of all these mills by
namo and capacity. Charlotte has
eleven OF her own.
NOW, | vas Illuminating about this in
connection with five cent cotton. And
thero is some comfort in it, for we keeI
at homo all the profit there is in man
ufacturing and we give employment to
thousands OF our poor and dependent
people. Suppose that every township
in Georgia had cotton mill and Iha
oil Its earnings were spent and scatter
cd in the community, then we would
ent feel so bad over the low price of
the great staple. We would Indirect.
ly share in the profits of manufactur-
ing.
| Once again | visited the OIL time
honored cemotery--thc first graveyard
OF old Mecklenburg county. was sor-
ry to see that it has of late been ne
elected and has grown up in briars and
weeds. | took note of some of the old
Inscriptions and this Que especially at.
tracted my attention:
| ION, CruX-ave spes unica.
Sacred to the Memory of Patrick
Harty,
Who was born in Tiperrary, Ireland.
ut is holy and u wholesome thought
to pray for the dead that they may be
loosed from their sins.-II Maccabces
H. 49,"
There lies a good Roman Catholic,
thought |. He went to purgatory and
the priest prayed for him Then |
Illuminated about Maccabees not being
in the sacred canon, but was in the A
pocrypha, and the Apocrypha was ruled
out OF tho King James version In 1926.
Then | turned to an old Bible that had
the Apocrypha aid found that tho 18th
chapter of ii Maccabecs had oplv forty.
five verses, but the last three had the
Same injunctinn to pray for them who
are dead, and furthermore, that Judas
Maccabees raised among his soldiers
1000 drachma as q sin Offering for those
who were slain. | make no comment
on this. Martin Luther translated the
Bible and left in it these two books, as
he said, for human consideration.
There is another Tombstone at Che
raw that interested me, for it marks
the grave OF no man or woman now
known. 1t reads as follows:
"My name-my country-what are
they to thee
What-whether high or low my pedi-
gree:
Perhaps far surpassed all other men,
Perhaps | fell below them all-what
then?
Suffice it, stranger, that thou socst a
tomb,
Thou kuowest its use-it hides no mat
ter whom"
The other morning about daybreak
| left Charlotte for Lumberton. on the
Wilmington road. The breakfast house
was seventy miles away at Hamlet,
and when we got there | heard the con
ductor say Twenty minutes for
breakfast. But [ dident hear him say
change cars for Wilmington and points
thls SIDE. You see | am getting quite
deaf In one ear ard can't hear at oil
out of the other, but my wife says it is
astonishing how quickly | hear the
breakfast bell. We had splendid
meal, and | regained my seat in the
same car. When about milo from
town the conductor called for my
ticket, and recognized me as bound for
Lumbertcn. He frantically pulled the
bell cord and told me to get off and
hurry back, for maybe | could catch
The Wilmington train. Right then [
was distressed, for knew there was
no other train that day, and was bill
ed to lecture that night. The sand
was shoe-mouth deep, but | gripped
yards and suddenly discovered that |
would have to put ON brakes for nv
wind was giving out. Another hun
dred yards and had to stop and blow
for my heart was humping like a bass
drum, and there is so much heart fail
ure nowadays that / got alarmed and
put down my valise and sat on it. Just
then | saw my train steaming away
like snake In the grass and | invoi-
unfairly exclaimed, Farewell, vain
world, 1'm going home" So took my
time and made haste slowly, and when
| reached the station was the picture
of disappointment and despair. ''What
can an old man do but die 2" | mur-
INJURED. Wish now | mad my photo
graph as L was foxtrotting through
that sand, and then another as saw
that train steaming away without me.
But airs well that ends well. | found
u freight train that was going to leave
for Lumberton at IL O'clock, but the
conductor couldn't say when it would
get there. 1 wired my friend that |
was left, but to hold the fort, for | was
comm g-and he did. 1t was only
forty-four miles, but it took us over
eight long hours to get there. | had
only time to wash up and brush up and
eat supper, but found good house
full awaiting me. My subject was
| The Cracker and the Cavallerm and
my friend introduced me by saying
Ladies' and gentlemen, [ Rave the
pleasure OF introducing to you the dis
tinguished Georgia cavalier, who will
now proceed to address the North Caro-
lima crackers" Well, this broug ht down
the house to start on, and put every
body In good humor, especially when
[ apologized for my delay and por-
trayed my trials and tribulations.
Lumberton is good old town, and hos