The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1897-12-03
BILL ARP'S weekly LETTER.
HAS MORE TRIBULATIONs DURING
MS LECTURE TOUR.
ANOTHER RIDE on FREIGHT TRAIN
However, ans Well That ENDS Well.
Philosopher Visits spot where
Great Men Are Buried.


Of 20, 600 people. Charlotte has the
best advertising sketchbook / ever saw.
II Is beautifully printed and illustrat-
ed and seems 10 be founded on facts.
They are distributed from all of the
hotels and are pleasant reading on the
train. II tells all about the health and
climate and altitude and business and
resources and public morals, but what
amazed and impressed me most was
the circle map that shows the number
Of cotton mills within a radius Of 100
miles from Charlotte. On this map
are black dots numbering the mills at
every town and the aggregate is 30,
or about 90 percent OF all the mills in
the south. These mills operate ,G2l,
600 spindles and IA, 900 looms and are
capitalized at $50, 900, 900. This little
book contains tabular statement Of
all these mills by name and capacity.
Charlotte has eleven Of her own.
Now, / was Illuminating about this in
connection with five cent cotton. And
there is some comfort in it, for we keep
at home 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 n cotton mill and that
all its earnings were spent and scat
tered in the community, then we
wouldn't feel so bad over the low price
Of the great staple. We would indi-
rectly share in the profits of manufac-
turing.
Once again l visited the old time
honored cemetery--the first graveyard
Of old Mecklenburg county. / was
sorry to see that it has Of late been
neglected and has grown up in briars
and weeds. 1 took note of some of
the old inscriptions, and this one espe-
cially attracted my attention:
"Oh, Crux-aye spes unica.
Sacred to the memory of Patrick
Harry, who was born in Tip
perrary, Ireland.
cit is a holy and a wholesome
thought to pray for the dead that they
may be loosed from their sins. II
Maccabees -, 4G. "
There lies a good Roman Catholic
thought l. He went to purgatory ant
the priest prayed for him Then
ruminated about Maccabees not being
in the sacred canon, but was in tn,
Apocrypha, and the Apocrypha wal
ruled out Of the King James version il
1926. Then l turned to an old Bibl,
that had the Apocrypha and fount
that the 18th chapter of IL Maccabee
had only forty-fye verses, but the las
three had the same injunction to pra,
for them who are dead, and further
more that Judas Maccabees raiset
among his soldiers 1000 drachm
as sin offering for those who wer
slain. l make no comment on this
Martin Luther translated the Bibl
and left in it these two books, as h
said, for human consideration.
. There is another tombstone at Che
raw that interested me, for it mark
) the grave of no man or woman no,
known. 1t reads as follows:
MY name--my countrywide are they t
thee
whether high or low my pedigree;
Perhaps far surpassed all other men,
Perhaps fell below them all--what then?
Suffice it, stranger. that thou seest a tomb,
Thou knowest its use-it hides no matt,
whom"
The other morning about daybrea
!, left Charlotte for Lumberton, on til
Wilmington road. The breakfast hous
was 70 miles away at Hamlet, an
when I got there heard the conduc
on say: "Twenty minutes for breal
: fast. !" But l dident hear him sa
change cars for Wilmington and poin
! this side. You see I am getting uui
deaf in one ear and can't hear at a
out of the other, but my wife says it
astonishing how quickly 1 hear Il
breakfast bell. We had sple,
did meal, and / regained my Sc
in the same car When about
mile from town the conduct
> called for my ticket, and reco
nized me as bound for Lumbertow
He frantically pulled the bell cord al
: told me to get off and hurry back, +
maybe I could catch the Wilmingtt
train. Right then 1 was distresse
= forI knew there was no other ira
that day, and [ was billed to lectu
= that night. The sand was shoemou
deep, but / gripped my baggage al
foXtrotted about 200 yards and su
IT denly discovered that 1 would have
put on brakes for my wind was givi1
40 out. Another hundred yards and
us had to stop and blow, for my heart W
humping like bass drum, and the
-er, is so much heart failure nevada
y that 1 got alarmed and put down 1
valise and sat on it. Just then / 81
rE my train steaming away like sna
l. in the grass, and ] involuntarily {
claimed, Farewell, vain world. l