"- ." '-T-~-'-rr.-r--- "' ? ---r--'-______________-f, _----- ? - ; ; ? ? ? ? ? - - HE r 'REE UITIZEN. E.^A". WEBST^R^^Edit?r and ,l?r,oprietor. . A Weekly Paper Devoted to Temperance, Literature and Politics. - ? ?? ? . . .'- ? . ... . ? . . . j , - . ? . . . ? ? j - . VOLUME i: ORANGEBURG, SOUTH CAROLINA, SATURDAY, MARCH b\ 1875. , NUMBER 30, BEST. BY ALMOST P.AUNKS. Durn lon-, oh light, Burl let the darkness ml. liri ellenoo bo worro fitful Bounds hrwe boon ; Let soul to body be no moro a mate ; Let each, too tired, bo sweetly desolate. Ye?, lot tho noni, e'en aa a too-loved brido, Tarn gently from ita sacred body's side; Love Blumber more than love ; turn ond be atlll, No'.v that they both, or not, have bad their w.ll. What mattera it? they both aro tired to death. They, married with tho breathing of a breath, Would gather vip tho feet and bo at rest, 1 Content to bo oblivious of tho beat ; And happior ?o all discord lo elude, All bitter pain, in that great FoMcltnde f That rca?iics like asea, cool, lnnnile. O'er folded banda and lips to nie nm ry Bweet. A Poa of grassy wsvea, foam-fringnd with flow'rH, Tho tenderest gift of any of oura ; ?'or lo, tho last of all, with floral wile Wo woo ibo mutent thing, tho grave, to amllo 1 If ono gooa gladly at tho close of tho day, *f*nf s all tho playthings of his world away Pulls down tho curtain. lays his aching t >t I And weary body ou a downy bed. Dlveated of all taro, but robed in Bleep, "Vol any one win make it cauro to woop ; Then nitor uno Birth, if there bo no breath, What test la kindlier tban the sleep of death? O soul, we each have wparlod ! Let us turn Both brea-t from breast Them 1B no moro to learn. There {nay bo dawn beyond the midnight's pall, But now 'sweet rest li; bolter-boat of Ml; HETTIE'S FIRST VALENTINE. I? ?wns : a'dover's i raeol ing; a .dovers* parting, when Robert Orey, walking ncroBB the fields in Ibo Bummer twilight, found Hettie Ucl mos nt tho etilo wait* mg for^-him; . :There was noiiRht'?vbor eje? when thoy caught eight of his tall, strong figure coming toward, her, no ami le ou her lips when ho 'stood noar. her waiting frr her to speak. Humbly, yet scarcely with the humility of a lover, he looked into" trie faco before him, BO very young und fair, HO Bteru and pale, rino looked at his hnndsomc face, hia tall form,.and a.shudder shook h?r from liend to foot. Very small, very Blight, lhere was yet a dignity in .irr "voice and look as"she said in a low tono,: /e,i tnrf&teta 'iriHi*"i it " I came to meet jon once more, as yon reqn?s*?ed*, Rotiert, brit you must not think to move mo from my r?solu-, tion." You cast me off, then," lin said, sadly and very, .very bitterly. " lt .is "your own Sf^JL'' . "But, Hettie, t'nm not tho only man who sometimes takeB a glass more than is.good for him," he pleaded. .* Yon are the only man that could work misery t 1t?j..-,j-.i ? --*Oi*y ?Oi'fcQiiV'" "It has happened'once too often, -Robert, for you and for. me. I. told yon I would never marry a men who need liquor, and I will keep my word. How often have you deceived me I will not ask. Thursday evening I Baw you.*' "It shall not happen again, Hettie; upon my bonor^ it shall not ! " "Will you sign the pledge?" she asked, a hopo for the first time lighting her soft brown eyes. "Bind myself that way i .No?!, Yon must trnst mc, Hettie. 1 f hink ft mon r-igns himself a .coward when ho puts his narq? to such ? paper, as if he was afraid ol his own rosolntion." " Twice yon have trusted to your res olution, ana I havo trusted you. Twico you have failed'to keep your promise." The young voice waa har I and stern again. But n moment later Hettie spoke in a gentler voice. " Itobert," she Raid, " yon have known me only-at? ft nursery governess to Mrs. Reid's chiidron, an orphan and alone in the world. Yonr love was a generous one, for you are above mo in position., have wealth, and might marry a far handsomer and richer girl than I aro." "I jove you," was the Vitrtple reply, and there wero tears in Hettie's eyes as sho heard it. >'- * . "Because I bclicvo you .love mc, Robert, I will tell you what I hoped m i \> ht nc vor have been known here., "My ' , liome is so far away, r.ll I loved there liayp' been dead for three weary .yosrs, and I hoped tho annie might bo buried forever. Bnt, Robert, listen, my father died a drunkard's death after living a diunkard's'Jife'for-fourteen^cars. I cen remember, though dimly, a hand Bomo hmiHu, my mother handsome and happy, well dressed, with every com fort within hor reach. I can well re member tim gr ad ii al downfall from cnn homo to another, o