The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1899-04-12

ment with responsible parties to buy
them at an agreed price at depot
before leaving, had been very much
abandoned, and the railroads are
losing this important freight item.
Those fellows that have turned
the world upside down have come
hither also, and have siezed two
stills on Sandy Ran and one near
Swansea. One of the two on Sandy
Run was homemade concern" and
had wooden sides and copper bot
tom. Several indictments have been
gotten out by the officers before
Magistrate Jefcoat and several parties
were arraigned here on Wednesday,
the 5,h inst. They were represented
by W. H. Sharpe, Esq, who stroVe
hard to have the matter ended here
for want of sufficient evidence. Judge
Jefcoat decided to release one and
held David Moorer and Joel Harsey,
known here also as The Prophet
Joel, over on bond to meet at Ca sar's
bar. No illicit whiskies so far have
been found and "they say" the Con-
stables are gone to Orangeburg, but
whether their work is done here is
/ not known. The chief speaker
among the Constables said that hith-
erto be had considered himself a
hustler on a big lie, but that be had
been so mortified at his failure here
to keep up with certain parties that
voluntarily he had given up his belt
and that henceforth another brow
would wear the laurels, another VIC
tor would take the prize and get
from Beelzebub that welcome plaudit,
we'll done, faithful servant and pupil,
into into the kingdom of the Prince
of Liars.
Lexington, the equal of any and
inferior of none, still jack frost was
here yesterday and made raid and
was successful in his seizure too.
We have no place to hide from his
searching eye and relentless fury and
as the negroes say, che levelled on
de crop and we will have to look
further and make other arrangements
for fruitage this summer. Cold
continues late and planting delayed.
Small grain fields are looking green
and promising, and we trust that
hope deferred will soon not sicken
but make the hearts of our country
men glad and cheerful.
Yesterday I saw a young man
sitting on a crosstie pile humming,
''the swallows homeward fly" in
very thoughtful meditstive way which
indicated an upheaval within that
was hard to control. The day pre-
vious he was trying to talk and only
could in broken and disconnected
monosyllables, and all his efforts
proved that be was but master of the
situation. Oh! how Spectator could
! look on him and recall the time when
he was in 'just such box" exactly.
I wanted to tell that "weary boy"
and tell that girl just what old Adam
told Eve, "that what I want fair
creature is thyself" and all will be
peace. Then I thought of what
Mark Twain said when he had trav
eled all over the world and that when
he had gotten to Adams grave he
felt very sad to think that there lies
man who upintentionally had
caused him Mark Twain) so much
trouble. I then could see how Mark
Twin and the young man could blame
Adam and the girl for much that
they are not responsible for and only
needs the asking for help and relief.
I can't see how man, when he wants
to make woman happy, gets so
chocky,non expressive and sointeDsely
monosyllabical and yet, the more,
they say, he is in earnest, the more
serious are these troubles. / tried to
explain this young mans condition
by saying to myself, Oh! we'll, he is
en- awkward, backward country
cracker, but that don't tell the story
when great learned men meet like
fate.
There was an eloquent Bishop OF
the Methodist Church who was so
unfortunate as to lose his first wife
and who afterwards came, in course
of his rounds, with "a smashing
widow" The experience of the rest
of mankind was his sad heritage,
Baby landish confession sat on bis
tongue and forbid an intelligent
exchange of sentiment. In vain he
tried, again the veto came till it be
came painful and wearisome to the
hopes and desires Of the anxious
waiting listener, who earnestly sough