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V; IEEE scan^ER WATCHMAN, Established April, 1850. "Be Just and Fear not-Let all the ?Ends thou Aimst at, be thy Country's, thy God's and Truth's." THE TKCE SOUTHROX, E?tab?she? Joncr I s 66* Consolidated Aug. 2, ISSI.! gaftltahe? cTTsry Taesday, $g ?3p Cr. OSXEEN, |? gSUMTER, S. C. 1 ?TOP?IIara "per animai--?n advance. -JL ?-T-IK.T J- S E 1?X HTS . sf? - - ..*. ;\ ; " ? - ; 5 On? Sq?are?4rfsMuse^ 00 Sye?y sa?sseqneat iusertioii-...... 50 x cXkML?racis Xor-three moe tas, or longer will be maae at red need rates. Ail communications which subserve private .ialsrests will becii?rge44brasadvertis?nients. - Obituaries aad tributes of respect will :be charged for. . Bjr WIIKIE COLLINS. ? pRS?ni ct TEX Lin o? A YOTTTG ona* - - ? ~ t?MJ? THE SECON?. , ;. :' g ,. ./;.:?EA?EBR XXL .. Hardyman went on to the cottage. He ?foundlsabet m ?me- agitation. And there* j ; by her sida, with his ta? wagging slowly and ?i: ?5? o&z Handyman in expectation of a possibtekick-there was the-lost Tommie! J^Sax Lady Lydiard goner Isabel asked, fYea,? said Hardyman. "Where did you fed?a?aogP \ AseVents had ordered it the dog had found i Isabel--nuder these circamsriaacw r The appearance of Lady Lydiards card in - the ?rooking room had been an alarming event fo^llady Lydiaro?s adopted daughter She was-gu?t?y conscious of not having an? sweredhar ladyship's note, inclosed in Miss ?inJca letter, and of not having taken nor ladyship's advice in resisting tho advances of Hwrdyrnan As he rcs*? to leave the roora - and receive his visitor in tbs grounds, Isabel - entreated him to say nor hing orner presence I forgiving, turn bf mind by asking to pee Her. : ^vI^by/Ts?rielf ni the smoking' room she sud? denly heard a bark in the passage which had '^?J?^fi?r^wi^^i her-ears. She opened thzStih?r^ andr in mshed Tommie, with one ot his v shrieks of delight Cariosity had taken Mm into the house. He had heard the voices in the smoking room, had - recognized Babel's voice, and had waited, with his customary cunning and his cus J ternary distrust bf strangers, until Bardy man was out of the way. Isabel kissed and caressed him, and then .drove him out again '-''tonifie fawn, - fearing that Lady Xydiard ndgbt refeirn to look for bin. Going back to the smoking room, she stood at the wrn dow watching for Hardyman's return. When the* servants carne in to.look for the deg, she could only tell'them that she had last, seen him in the grounds, not far from the cottage. The^useless search being aban doned/and the carriage having left the gate, who should crawl - oat from tho back of a cupboard ia which - some empty hampers were placed bat Tommie himself! How ho had contrived to get back to the smoking room (unless she had'omitted to completely dose tho door on her return) it was impos l tibie to say. Bot there he was, determined this time to stay with Isabel, and keeping ht Jus biding place until he heard the move- | .ment of toe carriage wheels, which informed j hun that his lawful mistress had left the cottage.. Isabel had at once called io Hardy- ! c man, on the chance that the carriage might yet be stopped It was already out of sight, and nobody knew which of two roads it had taken, both leading to* London. In this emergency Isabel could only look' at Hardy man, and ask what was to be dona. - "I can't spare a servant till after the party," he answered "The dog most be tied up at the stables." Isabelshook ber head Tommie was not : "accustomed to-be tied up. He would make a disturbance, and he would be beaten by the grooms. *T will take care of him," she said **Hewotft leave me." "There's something else to think of besides the dog," Hardyman rejoined irritably. "Look at these letterer He pulled them out of his pocket as he spoke* "Here are no l?ss than seven men, all calling themselves my ' friends, who acceptedmy invitation, and who write to excuse themselves on the very day ofthepartyl : Do you know why? They're allirfraidof my father; I forgot to tell you. he* a .cabinet minister as well as a lord Cowards and cads! they have heard he isn't coming, and they think to cmij favor with toe great man by stopping away. Come along, Isabel! Lets take their names oft the luncheon tabla. Ko t a man of them shah ever darken my doors again!" "lam to blame for what has happened," Isabel answered sadly. ""I am estranging you from your friends. There is still time, Alfred, to alter your mind and let me go." He pat his arm round her with rough fondness. '*I would sacrifice every friend I have hz the world rather toan lose you, Come along!" They left the cottage. At the entrance to thfc testrBardyman noticed the dog at Isabel's beeb,, and--vented his ill temper, as usual with male humanity, on the nearest un offending creature that he could find "Be off. you mongrel brute!" he shouted The tail of Tommie relaxed from its customary tight curve over the small of his back, and aie legs of - Tommie (with his tall between them) took him at full gallop to the friendly shelter of the cupboard in the smoking room. If -was one of those tr.fling circumstances which women notice seriously. Isabel said nothing; she emly thought to herself, "I wish he had shown his temper when I first knew him." They entered the tent. 'Til read the names,1*, said Hardyman, "and you find the cards and tear them up "Stop! PH keep the cards. You're just the sort of woman my father likes. Hell be rec? onciled to me when he sees you, after we are married If one of those men ever asks ?m for a place, ni take care; If Ifs years hence, to pot an obstacle In hts way. Here, take my pencil, .and Tn afc-? & marie os tb e cards to remind me; the same mari: I set against a horse in my hook when I dont Hke him-a cross Inclosed tn. a circle.** He pro? duced o?s pocketbook. His hands trembled with an? ger as he gave the pend? to lisabel and laid the book on the table. He had Jost read the name of the first false friend, and Isabel bad Just found the card,wbea a servant appeared with a message. "Mrs. Drum "biadehas arrived, slr, and wishes to see yon on a matter of the greatest Importance.'* Hardyman left the tent not very willingly "Walt here,'* he said to Isabel; "111 be back directly." She was standing near her own place at the table. Moody had left one end of the jeweler's case visible above the napkin, to attract her attention. In a minute more the bracelet and the note were In her hands. She dropped on her chair, overwhelmed by Th? bracelet and the note were in her hands. -the conflicting emotion? that rose tn her at the sight of the bracelet, at the reading of the note. Herhead drooped, and the tears filled her eyes. "Are all wo? men as blind as I have been to what ls good and noble In the men who love them?" she wondered, sadly. '-"Better as lt is," she thought, with a bitter sigh; "I am not worthy of him." As'&be took np the pencil to write her answer to Moody on the back of her dinner card, the servant appeared again at the door of the tent. "My master wants 50a. at the cottage, miss, imme? diately." ^ ' Isabel rose, putting the bracelet and the note in the sOver-motmted leather pocketbook (a present from Hardyman) which hong at her belt In the hnrry of paj?tn? round the table to get out, she never noticed that her dress touched Hardyman's pocketbook, nlaced closed to the "edge, and threw lt dewn on the gras? below. The book fell into one of the heat cracks which Lady Lydisrd had noticed as evidence ce the neglected condttfcm of the cottage lawn. : -T$e ez&t to hear toe news my sister has just Drought me," Raid Hardyman, when Isabel Joined him ta the parlor, "Mrs. Drum blade has been told, on the best authority, that my mother ls not coming to th? party." "There must be some reason of course, dear Isabel," added Hrs. Drumblade. "Have you any Idea of what lt can be? I haven't seen my mother myself, and all my inquiries have failed to And lt oat." She looted searchingly at Isabel as she spot e. The mask of sympathy on her face was admirably worn. Nobody who possessed only a superficial acquaint? ance with Mrs. Dromblade's character would hare inspected how thoroughly she was enjoying In secret the position of embarrassment In which her news had placed her brother. Instinctively doubting whether Hrs. Dromblade's friendly behavior waa quite so sincero as it appeared to be, Isabel answered J that shs was a stranger to Lady Rotherfield, and was therefore quite at a loss to explain the canse of her ladyship's absence. As she speke, the guests began .to arrive in quick succession, and the subject was dropped, as a matter of course. It was not a merry party. Hardyman's approach? ing marriage had been made the topic of much mali? cious gossip, and Isabel's character had, as usual in such cases, become the object of all the false reports that scandal could invent Lady Rotherfield* ab? sence confirmed the general conviction that Eardy? man was disgracing himself. The men were all more or less uneasy. The women resented the discovery that Isabel was, personally speaking at least, beyond the reach of hostile criticism. Her beauty was viewed as a downright offense; her refined and modest man? ners were set down as perfect acting-"Really dis? gusting; my dear, tn so yoong a ghi." Gen. Drum blade-a large and moldy veteran, In a state of ehronic astonishment (after his own matrimonial ex? perience) at Handyman's folly In marrying at all diffused a wide circle of gloom wherever he went and whatever he did. His accomplished wife, forcing .her high spirits on- everybody's attention with a sort .of kittenish playfulness,intensified the.depressing effect of the general dullness by all the force of the strongest contrast. After waiting half an hour for i his mother, end walting in vain, Hardyman led the I way to the tent in despair. "The sooner I fill their stomachs and get rid of them," he thought, savagely, I "the better I shall be pleased." The luncheon was attacked by tho company with a certain silent ferocity, which the walters noticed as remarkable, even in their large experience. The men drank deeply, bot with wonderfully little effect In raising their spirits; the women, with the excep? tion of amiable Mrs. Drumblade, kept Isabel deliber? ately ont of the conversation that went on among them. Gen. Drumblade, sitting next to her In one of the places of honor, discoursed to Isabel privately on "my brother-in-law Hardyman's infernal temper." j A yoong marquis, on her other side-a mere lad, chosen to make the necessary speech in acknoWledg. I ment of his superior rank-rose, in a state of nervous i trepidation, to propose Isabel's health as the chosen bride of their host. Pale and trembling, consolons of having forgotten the words which he had learned be? forehand, this unhappy young nobleman began; "Ladles and gentlemen, I haven't an idea-" He ?topped, pat his hand to his head, stared wildly, and sat down again, having contrived to state his own case with masterly brevity and perfect troth in a speech of seven words. While the dismay in some cases and the amuse ment in others was still at its height. Hardyman's valet made his appearance, and approaching his mas tar, said, In a whisper: "Could I speak to you, sir, for a moment outside?" "What the devil do you want?" Hardyman asked, irritably- "Is that a. letter in your hand? Give it tome." The valet was a Frenchman. In other words, he nada sense of what was doe to himself, His master had forgotten this. He gave op the letter with a certain dignity of manner, and left the tent. Hardy* man opened the letter. He turned pale as he read lt, crumpled tt in his hand, and threw it down on the table "By G-d. it's a lie!" he exclaimed, furiously. Tho guests rose in confusion. Hrs. Drumblade, finding the letter within her reach, coolly possessed herself of it, recosn?ved her mother's handwriting, and read these lines: *T have only now succeeded in persuading your father to let me write to you. For God's sake break off your marriage at any sacrifice Tour father has beard, on unanswerable authority, that Miss Isabel Miller left her situation in Lady Ly (Hard's house on suspicion of theft." While his sister was reading this letter, Hardyman had made his way to Isabel's chair. "I most speak to yon directly," ho whispered, "Come away with me." He turned ?s he took her arm, and looked at the table. "Where is my letter?" he asked. Hrs. Drum blade handed lt to him dextroosly crumpled op again as she had found it. "No bad news, dear Alfred, I hope?" she said, In her most affectionate manner. Hardyman snatched tile letter from her, without answering, and led Isabel ont of the tent "Read that" he said, when they were alone; "and tell mo at once whether lt's true or false." Isabel read the letter. For a moment the ?hock of the discovery held her speechless. She recovered herself, and returned ~-he letter. "It is trae," she answered. Hardyman staggered back ss if she had shot him. "True that you dre guilty?" he ashed. "No; I am innocent. Everybody who knows me be heves in my innocence. It Is true that the-appear? anees were against mo. They are against me still." Hartog said this, she waited, quietly and firmly, ?oJ hil* next words. He passed his hand over his forehead with a 9*gb of relief. "Its bad enough as It is." he salo, speaking quietly on his side. "Sat tho remedy fer it is plain enough. Come back to the tent" She never moved. "Why?" she asked. "Do you supposa I dont believe in your Innocence, too?" he answered. "The one way of setting you right now is for me to make you my wife, in spite of the appearances Gmt point to you. Fm too fond of you. Isabel, to give you up. Come back with me, and i will announce our marriage to my friends." She took his hand and kissed it "It Is generous and good of you," she said; "but it must not be," He took a step nearer to her. "What do you mean?*' he asked. "It was against my wm," she pursued, "that my aunt concealed the truth from you. I did wrong to consent to it I will do wrong no more. Your mother is right Alfred. After what bas happened. I am not fit to be your wife until my innocence is proved, lt ls not proved yet" The angry color began to rise In his face once more. "Take care," he said; "I am not in a humor to be trifled with." "I am not trilling with you," she answered, in low, sad tones. "You really mean what voa say?" "I mean It" "Dont be obstinate, Isabel Take time to con? sider." "Too ore very kind, JJfred. My duty Is plain to me. I will marry you-if you still wish lt-when my good name is restored to me-not before." He laid one band on her arm. and pointed with the other tb the guests in the distance, ali leaving the tent on their way to their carriages. "Your good rame will be restored to you," he ?aid, "on the day when I make you my wife. The worst enemy you have cannot associate my name with a suspicion of theft Kemember that, and think a little before you decide. You see those people there? If you don't change your mind by the time they have got to the cottage, it's good-by between os, and good-by forever. I re?ase to wait for you; I refuse to accept a conditional engagement Walt and think. They're walking slowly; you have got some minutes more." He std held her'arm. watching the guests as they gradually receded from view. It was not until they had all collected In a gre .up outside the cottage door that he spoke himself, or that he permitted Isabel to speak again. "Sow," he said, "yon have had your time to get cooL W1U you take my arm and Join those people with me, or will you say good-by forever?" "Forgive me, Alfred," nhe began gently. "I cannot consent, in Justice to you, to shelter myself behind your name. It is the name of your family, and they have a right to expect that you will not degrade lt" "I want a plain answer," he Interposed sternly. "Which Is It? Yes *?r no';"' She looked at him with ead, compassionate, eyes. Her voice was firm as she answered him In the one word that he desired. Tao word was-"So?' Without speaking to her, without even looking at her, he turned and walked back to the cottage. Making his way silently .through the group of vis? itors-every ono of whom had been informed of what had happened by bis sister-with his head down and his lips fast closed, he entered the parlor and rang the bell which communicated with his foreman's rooms at the stables. "Too know that I am going abroad on business?" he said, when thc man appeared. "Ye*, sir." "I am going to-day-going by tho night train to Dover. Order the horse to be put to Instantly in the dog cart Is there anything wanted before I am off?" The Inexorable necessities of business asserted their claims through the obedient medium of the foreman. Chafing at the delay. Hardyman was obliged to sit at his desk, signing checks and pasing accounts, with the dog cart waiting in the stable yard. A knock at the door startled him In tho middle of his work "Come in!" he called out, sharply. He looked up. expectim: to see one of the guests or one of the servauts. It was Moody who entered the room. Bardyman laid down hispen and fixed his eyes sternly on the man who bad dared to interrupt biak "What the devil do you want?" he asked. "I have seen Miss Isabel, and spoken with her," Moody replied. "Mr. Hardyman, I bello ve lt ls in your power to set this metter right. For the young lady's sake, sir. you must not leave England without doing it." Hardyman turned to hte foreman. "Is this fellow mad or drunk?" be asked. Moody proceeded as ee?mly and as resolutely as If those words had not been spoken. "I apologize for my intrusion, sir. I will trouble you with no er- j planations; I will only ask one question. Havo you a memorandum of the number of that ?3u0 note which you paid away In Francer" Hardyman lost all control over himself. "You scoundrel"* he criad, "have you been prying into my private affairs? ?sit your business to know what I did in France?" "Is It your vengeance on a woman to refuse to tell her the number of a bank note?" Moody re- j Joined, firmly. That answer forced Its way through Hardyman's i anger to Hardyman's sense of honor. He rose and advanced to Moody. For a moment the two men faced each other in silence. "You're a bold fellow," said Hardyman, with a sudden chango faun anger to irony. I'll do the lady justice. I'll look at m j pocket? book." He put his hand Into the breast pocket of hi* coat: he searched his other pockets; he turnt-i over tho ob? jects on his writing tabie. The book was g. -ne. ? Moody watched him with a feeling of despair; "Oh j Mr. l?ardyiuan, don't say you have lost your pocket ; book"' I He sat down again at al* desk, with sullen sobmis I sion to the new disaster. "AU I can say ja, you're at j liberty to look for lt," he replied. "I must have i dropped it somewhere." He turned Impatiently to ? the foreman: "Now, then, what is the nexc check I wanted? I shall, go mad li 1 wait In this damned place much longer." Moody left him, and found his way to th?? servants' o?V^s. "Mr. Hardyman has lost his pocketbook," he said. "Look for It, indoors and out, on the lawn and to the tent. Ten pounds reward for the man who finds lt." j Servants and walters instantly dispersed, eager for the promised reward. The men who pursued the search outside the cottage divided their forces. Some of them examined the lawn and the flower beds; others went straight to the empty tent These last were too completely absorlied In pursuing the object in view to notice that they disturbed a dog catinga stolen losch of his own from tho jnorsels left on the plato?. The dog slunk away nuder the canvas when the men came In, waited in hiding until they had gone, then returned to the tent and went on with bis luncheon. Moody hastened back to the part of the grounds (close to thc shrubbery; In which Isabel was waiting his return. Ehe looked at him. while he was telling her of his interview with Hardyman, with an expression in her eyes which he had never seen In them befar?-an ex? pression which set his heart beating wildly, and made biro break off innis narratire before he had reached the end. "I understand,'' she said, quietly, as he stopped lu confusion, "you have made one more sacrifice to my welfare. Robert, I believe you are th? noblest max that ever breathed tho breath of lifer' Els eyes sank before hers; he blushed Uko a boy. **I have done nothing for you yet," he said. "Don't despair of the future if the pocketbook should not be found. I know who the man ls who received tho bank note, and I have only to find him to decide the Que? ti on whether lt ls the stolen note or not." She smiled at his enthusiasm. "Are you going back to "ar. Sharon to help your* she asked. "That trick he played me has destroyed my belief in him. He no more knows thant do who the thief really is." "You are mistaken, Isabel. He knows, andi know." He stopped there, and made a sign to her to be silent. One of the servants was approaching them. "Is the pocketbook found?" Moody asked. "So, sir." "Eas Mr. Hardyman left the cottager* "He has jost gerne, air. Have you any further in? structions to give us?" "So. There ls my address la London lt thepocket book should be found." The man took the card that was handed to him and retired. Moody offered his arm to Isabel. "I am at your service," he said, "whan you wish to return to your aunt." They had advanced nearly at far as the tent, OB their way out of the grounds, when they were met by a gentleman walking toward them from the cot? tage. He was a stranger to Isabel. Moody imme? diately recognized him as Mr, Felix Sweetsir. "Ha! our good MoodyP cried Felix. "Enviable man! you look younger than ever!" He took off his hat to Isabel; his bright, restless eyes suddenly be? came quiet as they rested on her. "Have I the honor of addressing the future Mrs. Hardyman? May I offer my best congratulations? What has become of our friend Alfred?' Moody answered for Isabel. *Tf you will make in? quiries at the cottage, slr," he said, "you will find that yoft* are mistaken, to say the least of lt, in ad? dressing your questions to this young lady." Felix took off his hat again with the most becoming appearance of surprise and distress. "Something wrong, I fear," he said, addressing Isabel. "I am, indeed, ashamed If I have ignorantly given you a moment's pain. Fray accept my most sincere apologies. I have only this instant arrived; my health would not allow me to be present at the luncheon. Permit mc to empress the earnest hope that matters may be set right, to the satisfaction of all parties. Good afternoon." He bowed with elaborate courtesy, and turned back to the cottage. "Who ls that?" Isabel asked. "Lady Lydiard's nephew, Mr. Felix Sweetsir," Moody answered, with a sudden sternness of tone and a sudden coldness of manner which surprised Isabel. "You dont like bim," she said. As she spoke, Felix stopped to give audience to one of the grooms, who had, apparently, been sent with a message to him. Ho turned so that his face waa once more visible to Isabel. Moody pressed her hand significantly as lt rested on his arm. "Look well a* that man," he whispered. "It's tim? to warn you. Mr. Felix Sweetsir Istha worst enemy you have!" Isabel heard him In speechless astonishment. Hs went OB In tones that trembled with suppressed motion. "You doubt if Sharon knows the thief. You doutt If I know the thief. Isabel, as certainly as the heaven ls above us, there stands the wretch who stole toa banknote!" "There stands the wretch who atole the hank note." She drew hsr hand out of his arm with a cry of ter? ror. She looked at him as If she doubted whether he was in his right mind. He took her hand, and waited a moment, trying to compose himself. "Listen to me," he sahL "At tho first consultation I had with Sharon he gave this advice to Kr. Troy and me. He said: *Suspect the very last person on whom j suspicion could possibly falL' Those words, taken with the questions he had asked before he pronounced his opinion, struck through me as if he had struck me with a knife. Instantly suspected Lady Lydiard's nephew. Walt! From that time to this I have said nothing of my suspicion to any living souL I knew in my heart that lt took its rise In the inveterate dislike*that I have always felt for Mr. Sweetsir, and I distrusted it accordingly. Bat I went back to Sharon, for an that, and put the case into his hands. Hts In? vestigations informed me that Mr. Sweetsir owed -debts of honor' (as gentlemen called them), incurred through lost bet*, to a large number of persons, and among them a bet of ?500 lost to Mr. Hardyman, Further Inquiries showed that Mr. Hardyman had taken the lead m declaring that he would post Mr. Sweetsir as a defaulter, and have him turned out of his clubs and turned out of the betting ring. Buln stared him In the face if be failed to pay bis debt to Mr. Hardyman on the last day left to him-the day after the note was lost. On that very morning Lady Lydiard, speaking to me Of her nephew's visit to her, said: Tf I had given bim an opportunity of speaking. Felix would have bor? rowed money of mo; I saw lt In his face.' One moment more, Isabel. I am not only certain that Mr. Sweetsir took the five hundred pound note out of the opes letter; I am firmly persuaded that he ls the man who told Lord Rotherfield of the circumstances under which you left Lady Lydiard's house. Your maniags to Mr. Hardyman might have put you In a position to detect the theft You, not I, might In that cass have discovered from your husband that the stolen note was the one with which Mr. Sweetsir paid his debt He came here, you may depend on it to make sure that he had succeeded In destroying your prospecta. A more depraved villain at heart than that man never swung from a gallows!" He checked himself at those words. The shock ot the disclosure, the passion and vehemence with which he spoke, overwhelmed Isabel. She trembled like a frightened child. While he was stm trying to soothe and reassure hera lowwbintng made Itself heard at their feet They looked down and saw Tommie. Finding him? self noticed at last he expressed h* sense of relief by a bark. Something dropped ont of his month. As Moody stooped to pick lt up, the dog ran to Isabel and pushed his head against her feet, as his way was when he expected to have the handkerchief thrown over him preparatory to one of those games at hide and-seek which have been already mentioned. Isabel put out her hand to caress him, when she was stopped by a cry from Moody. It was his turn to tremble now. His voice faltered as he said the words: "The dog has found the pocketbook!" He opened the book with shaking hands. A betting boole waa bound, up lu lt wltb tue customary calen? dar. He turned to tho date of the day after th? rob? bery. "There was the entry: "Felix Sweetsir. Paid ?500. Note numbered N 8. 70^*4; dated 15th May. 1375." Moody took from his waistcoat pocket his own memorandum of the number of the lost bank note. "Bead lt isabel," he said. "I won't trust my mem? ory." She read it The number and date of the note en? tered in the pocketbook exactly corresponded with the number and date of the note that Lady Lydiard had placed in her letter. Moody handed the pocketbook to Isabel. There ls the proof of your innocence," he said, "thanks to the dog. Win you write and tell Mr. Hardyman what has happened?" he asked, with his head down and his eyes on tho ground. She answered him, with the bright color suddenly flowing over her face: "You shall write to him," she said, "when the time comes." "What time?" he asked. She threw her arms round his neck and hid hoi face on his bosom. "The time," she whispered, "when 1 am your wife.'' A low growl from Tommie reminded them that he too had some claim to be noticed. Isabel dropped on her knees .md saluted her o!d playfellow with the heartiest kisses she had e'er given him since the day when their acquaintance br-k-an. "You darling!" she said, as she put him down again, "what can I do to reward you?" Tommie rolled over on his back-more slowly than usual, in consequence of his luncheon in the tent He elevated his four paws In the air and looked lazily at isabel out of his bright brown eyes. IX ever a dog s look spoke yet T<*ximl?'s look said, "I have eaten too much; rub my stomach." POSTSCRIPT. Persons of a speculative turn of mind are Informed that the following document is for saJe, and are re? quested to mention what sum they will give for lt "I O U, Lady Lydiard, ?ve hundred pounds (?.YX>J "FEUX SwK?rrsrR." Her ladyship became possessed of this pecuniary remittance under circumstances that surround lt with a halo of romantic Interest It was tho last communication she was destined to receive frout her accomplished nephew; and there was a note attached to It, which cannot fail to enhance its value in tito estimation of ail right-minded persons *hoa.-*iut tao circulation ->f pap? r money. The lines that follow are strictly confidential: NOTE.-Our excellent Moody informs me. my dear aunt, that you have decided (against hi* advice) on "refusing to prosecute.' 1 have not the slightest Idea o? what he means; hut I KUI wry much obliged to him, nevertheless, for reminding me of a circum? stance which is of burne interest to yourself person? ally. "I am on the point of retiring to the continent in search of health. One generally forgets something Important when one starts on a journey. Before Moody called I had entirely forgotten to mention that I had thc pleasure of borrowing ?Jov of you suma little time since. "On the occasion to which I refer, your language and manner suggested that you would not lend me the money if I asked for lt Obviously, the only course left was to take it without asking, i took lt while Moody was gone to get me some Curacoa; and I returned ta the picture gallery in time to receive that delicious liqueur from the footman's hr. nj .9. **Youwlll natundlyask way I found It necessary to supply myself (if I may borrow an expr?salo? from the language of state finance) with thia forced loan.' I wa? actuated by motives which i think do I me honor. Hy position at thc time wM critical in j the extreme. My credit with the money lenders was I at an end; my friends had ali turned their backs on nu. I must either take the money or disgrace my j family. If there is a man ii vin- who is sincerely at- j tacked to his family I am that man. 1 took the money. "Conceive your position ns my aunt fl say nothing j of myself) If I had adopted th? other alternativa j Turned out of the Jockey club; turned oat of latter- j sails', turned out of the betting ring; in short, pasted j pubUcly as a defaulter before the noblest lactation tn England-the Turf; and ail for want of ?&x; to stop i the mouth of the greatest brute 1 Know ot-Alfred j Hardyman! Let me not harrow your feelings (and | mine) by dwelling on it. Dear and admirable woman! ! To you belongs the honor of saving the cre<lit of the j family. I can claim nothing but the inferior merit of ! having offered you the opportunity. "My IO U, lt ls needless to tay, accompanies these ' lines. Can I do anything for you abroad? F. S." ! To this lt ls only necessary to add, first, that i Moody was perfectly right in believing F. S. to be the person who Informed Hardy man's father of tabers position when she left Lady Lydiard's house; and, secondly, that Felix did really forward Mr. Troy's narrative of the theft to the French police, altering nothing in it but the number of the lost banknote. What ls there left to write about? Nothing is left tat to say good-by (very sorrowfully on the writer's part) to the persons of the story. Good-by to Miss Pink-who will regret to her dying day that Isabel's answer to Hardyman was No. Goody-byto Lady Lydiard-who differs with Miss Pink, and would have regretted lt to her dying day If the answer had been Yes. Good-by to Moody and Isabel-whose history has closed with the closing of the clergyman's book on their wedding day. Good-by to Hardyman-wh o has sold his farm an his horses, and has begun a ne w Iiie Among the famous fast trotters of America. Good-by to Old Sharon-who, a martyr to his prom? ise, brushed his hair and washed hit? face in honor of Moody's marriage; and, catching a severe cold asa necessary consequence, declared, in the Intervals of ?eertng, that he would "never do it again.'' And hurt, not least, good-by to Tommie. No. Th? writer gave Tommie bis dinner not half an hoax Mnce, and ls tea fond of him to say good-by. IHK EXB, AMONG OUR LAW-MAKERS, PEN AND PENCIL SKETCHES OF CONSPICUOUS CONGRESSMEN. Tom Reed, the Big Boy and Political Giant-TV. R. Morrison, from Illinois. W. S. Holman, the Great Objector-Pis Iron Kelley and Sam Randall. [Special vurrespondence,] WASHINGTON. Feb. IL-The most influen? tial members of congress are, as a rule, the most unassuming. It ls your new congress? man who swells about as though he owns Washington, and who looks, if he does not say: "I am Sir Oracle, and when I ope my month let no dog bark." Tom Reed, for in? stance, walks about the house during a re? cess with an o-d Derby hat on the back of his head, a cigar in his month and his two hands in his pantaloons rockets. He talks to every one and laughter follows in his tracks. He is, you know, a giant edition of Dickens' fat boy. Six feet tall and about 200 pounds in weight, his big, round, boyish head ia pasted down upon a pair of round, fat, stoop? ing shoulders with hardly the apology of a neck. His face is large and full, with small dark eyes peeping forth through narrow slits of lids, at an almost Chinese angle, and a broad full forehead fading away into the fast approaching baldness of a sandy-haired head. His little mustache is of a bright red, but ft ls short and thin, and though Reed caresses it f requcntly it is as hard to curl as tha of a boy in his teen* Tom R-ed is a boy at beirt as woll as a boy in appearance. Ke cares nothing about hi- c othes, and his business snit o? rough clot : ls seldom carefully brushed, and his black string necktie is often ha!f untied. Ke is fond of fun and he is one of th.9 best story telfers i i congress. It is a perfect comedy Tom R-ed laugh. He catches the points of a joke long before his fel? lows. As he s^es what is coming his face shines. His cheeks begin to f vi ^? shake as tho story s ^^iS0^ cn* and hi* tTj little black eyes twinkle. Then his f^big month opens y^and his frame J quivers. His head ^goes bobbing down upon his chest and bis fat shoulders ig. fly up and down under his oars and hi3 whole anatomy from crown to toe shakes in the very ecstasy of mirth. His laughter is contagions aud those who can not appreciate a joke must laugh in sympathy. lu private conversation Mr. Reed is as full of witty sayings as an egg is of meat, and his sarcasm on the floor of the house has made bim tha black bear cf the opposition. He is an intellectual and politi? cal giant and ho has as sharp a tongue, as quick a brain and os kean a wit as any mao. in public life to-day. As a speaker in congress he uses no manu? script, never writes his speeches, and never revises them for publication. In a long speech bis face grows as red as a boiled lobster. His fat cheeks puff cut. and he shake? his head to emphasize every sentence. He generally puts one foot upon a chair and leans over as he glares at Sam Randall, and throws out his eloquent common sense in the nasal twang of a Maine Yankee. He is a man of "wide reading, and his brain is stored with the results of years of hard study. He is a coilogo-bred man, and at 46 still keeps np his study of literature, philosophy and the classics. William R Morrisoii, tho leader of the opposition, is as modest as Heed, and he ap? parently cares es little for appearances. He drosses in a blue flannel suit, with a long cutaway coat, and often goss about Wash? ington with a slouch hat pulled down over his eyes. He talks to every one, and when he is in a good humor will joke with a street car driver as freely as he would with Holman, who sits near him in the house. Morrison is a much finer looking man than Reed. He is six feet tali, and so straight that a line dropped from the back of his black haired hoad would hit without a curve the heels of his polished boots. He is of a slender build, and his full beard is now of an iron gray. He is now 62 years old, but has all the vitality of 25. Nervous to an extremo, he is never quiet. In tho house ho continually moves about, and while in his soat ho keeps his hands going, now upon his knees, now fingering the papers upou his desk, and very often rubbing through his hair at the back and front, and always the wrong way. He is not nn easy speaker upon the floor, and his forte is in tho committee and in the manipulation of mon. He understands human nature thorough-y, and is endowed with a great mrasnro of common s-use. Ho is a great deal like Ahrahnm Lincoln, in that ho always illustrates n point by the telling of a story, and there U no latter story teller in congress than ho. He comes from a district in Illinois which lios along the Missifsii pi river, end his home.it Water? loo is across tho river from St. Louis. Mor? rison's district is an agricultural one, and the story is that Clough Morrison sometimes wears a plug hat here he never carries it home wi i h him. Ho goos first to St. Louis and deposits his silk hat there, while with V; IEEE scan^ER WATCHMAN, Established April, 1850. "Be Just and Fear not-Let all the ?Ends thou Aimst at, be thy Country's, thy God's and Truth's." THE TKCE SOUTHROX, E?tab?she? Joncr I s 66* Consolidated Aug. 2, ISSI.! probably be more of a figure than ever. Hs I is the leader of bis party In debate, and j when" he rises in the boase every eye is | turned to him. He is a very large man with [ a big head, which might have been chiseled j out by a Grecian sculptor. Hi? smooth, dark j face is a powerful one, and determination h . expressed in its every feature. His jaw is ! like iron, and his will power, allied to hard j work, has made him the great man that he ; is. He always dresses in black broadcloth, j wears a tall silk hat, which is often worn as to j lt? nap, and his turned-over collar ls tied at the j front with a black string tie. He is not a good speaker, and he halts and stammers, though apparently he is full of confidence. Whm he talks he glares about the house io a de? termined war, and enforces his strongest pointi with the solitary gesture of craning his neck to the front and reaching out with it, while he rests his thumbs and finders on his desk. Randall seldom stays in the house when there is no need of his pretence there, and he is more often in his committed room than in his seat He lires very quietly here at the capital in a little' brick house, with white marbia trimmings, which looks aa though it had been built in Pbl-adelphia years ago and moved here on wheels. He drives about thu city m a Roan's ark of a carriage, and is strictly democratic in all his ways. He has a form near Philadelphia where he does a little fancy agriculture during the summer, and he holds his r?sidence in his district in Philadelphia by keeping room* at a hotel there. He has a pleasant family, and his daughter, an accomplished girl of perhaps 18, helps him a great deal in his work His chief pride, however, is in his son, a boy of 10, wno comes on the floor of the house in spectacles, and who looks and ads i much like his father. Little Sam Randall tries to play the politician already, and last year he got a boy an appointment as a page by urging his claims before Doorkeeper Winters mith. When he wo? given the com? mission he came back to the boy, and, in tones of his father, said: "There, my man, you are all right i've fixed you." FRANK GEORGS. WANTED A DOG TRADE OFFERING A SPLENDID HUNTING DOG FOR A MONGREL CUR. Uncle HeorvM Couldn't Spure Ht? "Main Coon Dog," Xor His ''Possum Dog"-Nor tba Mean Dog, Nor "De Ol? Dog." [American Field.] I was stopping at the hou*e of a young planter, who owned a very fine hound, but as he was no hunter he bad no affection for his hound, which was over-fond of spending his time in the woods Instead of remaining at home to please lus master. An old darky on the plantation owned four cur dogs, and the young planter, thinking he would be better pleased with a big, bob-tailed "yaller" dog than he was with his fine hound, decided to go down to "Uncle Henry's" cabin and make a trade, being fully convinced that "Uncle" Henry, who was quite a hunter, would jump at the chance of getting a genuine hunting dog for one of his curs. I accepted an invita* tion to go along and witness the trade. We found "Uncle" Henry in his "truck patch," adjoining the house, leaning on his hoe to see what his dogs were barking at when we arrived. WANTED A DOG TRADE. "Uncle Henry," said the owner of the hound, "I have come down to give you a good dog trade," and as one of the dogs, a simon-pure cur, came up wagging his stump tail, he addedt "I will give you my fine hound for this dog, as I don't need a hunt? ing dog, and only want a dog to lay around the yard to frighten tramps." "Well, Mar's Billy, Tee allers ready for a trade, and willin' to oblige you," sai l Uncle Henry; "but Fse g wi ne to tell you poin'dly dat hit will be many a day be .ora Uncle Henry and dat dog parts, unless some one knocks one of us on de head. Why, Mar's Billy, he's my main coon dog." "But, Uncle Henry," said he, "you have three others. Besides, this hound of mine wiU make a better hunting dog than either of your four." Pointing to one of the oth? ers he asid i "Well, I will trade for that one." "I couldn't think of letting that one go, 'cause be's my main 'possum dog, and, be? sides, be's got such a frenly sort of way wid bim? I sorter feel like he's dome kin to us. De ole woman neber would quit calling me all sorter hard names if I let dat dog go out j of de family." "I don't want your ooon dog nor your I 'possum dog," said the planter; "I just want a dog to lay about tbe house, andi don't care if he is good for nothing, and I am ! willing to give you a good, yoong hound ? for your poorest dog. Trade me that one," i be ?aid, pointing to one of the others. KO GOOD, ANYHOW. "Now I spec's dat bonn' am mighty peert, an11 declar I would like to bab him, but dat dog you looking at wouldn't be no good to you anyhow, for be won't bunt nor do nu flin' but toma tort of meanness. He'll steal the hot meat outen de pot or de bread offen the table ebery chance he gets, an' de ole woman and ebery one else dat comes about here done abuse bim so much bit looks like Fm de only fren' he's got left I gits awful mad when I sees him a toting off a hot piece of bacon de ole woman cooked for my supper, bat when dey all beat bim an' he comes up to me to befren' bim, I can't help liking him with all his meanness. I reckon I'^e de only fren1 he's got in de world, and I knows if he goes up to your boase he an' de missus gwine to hab trouble, an' de poor dog will get killed." "Wel? Uncle Henry," ?dd the planter, "why not trade for the other ono?*5 "Mar's Billy," said Uncle Henry, "I neber would a believed you'd er ax me to part wid dat ole dog. Why, he's nigh onto twelve years ole, and don't you rocollecc whoa you was a boy and Uncle Henry was straighter I and a heap yoDger'en "what he now, de ' happy days and night* me and dat old dog used to spend down in de bottom J Part wid dat ole dog? Why, Mar's Billy, ii ebcrlgit to be so mean I h< pes de sperots ob de coons and de 'possums dat ole dog ba-? cotcbed for me won't let me sleep You nioughfcas well talk about partinme and dat ole woman as to talk about parting ma and dat old dog. As long as dere'.i a little ra-al and bacon in de cabin dar am three otu* what will divide hit, an' da ti me ai.' de ole woman an' de ole dog." A* Actor YYho Tarea Sump tinnily. [Pittsburg Dispatch, i The nwt extravagant arnon;; tho star actors is undoubtedly B^uoicauic Ho is a sumptuous liver, putting u?? at to s ?relient hotels, and engagin; the in*: expensive rooms en suite in *u?h hotels. O-..- -it his peculiarities in, that bo ba?, ni^hr, and day, a table in his parlor Pet wit!? im t. wines, liquors and cigars. Boucicault vt.i t, how? ever surpassed ia ex'ra valanco by Floater, who lived like a gouumo Monte O-i.-t >, and was sumptuous to ruinaLion, for ho iiei ia poverty and neglect, a broken-down, brokon-bearted, miserable man: Fochter not only ha 1 a table set wita fruits, wines, liquors, and cigars in his parlor. iiii*> Bouci? cault, but he went so far as to have the con? tents of the board chanced every three hours, even if nothing had been touched. He claimed that the spread ?.Hended bis sight after that length of time. The need of the Church is not more wealth, she is being cursed more than blessed with it now ; not more learning, for she is getting to be wise above what j is written already ; not more members, as ber members far exceed her piety. }3nt her need is power from on high, ihe power of the Spirit. And this can be had for the asking.- Witnexs. JI is not woith while to think too much about being good. Doing the ; beet we know, minute by minute, ! i hour by hour, we insensibly grow to j 1 goodness as fruit grows to ripeness, j What Our. Editors Say. A Daisy Fighter. Greenville News. Major Courtenay is like a veteran male raccoon. Iiis foes shake him from his perch, and he comes down fighting, reachiog with four sets of claws and a full assortment of teeth for meat and hair, f?e begins to make both fly be? fore he strikes the ground. He is strong because be is a man of the people, with honors forced on him by the people. Nobody can assail his character or his record. He bas done public service faithfully, and has no visible motives of ambition or greed to weaken him. He is what may be called a daisy fighter. We enjoy seeing him fight. Some of these days there may be need for him in a wider arena than Charles? ton city. A constitutional fighter or two make mighty useful property around the premises of a commonwealth. We always take i ii for granted that every man knows bis own business bet? ter than we (io. bat we would like to have some farmer tell cs the sense in the preparations now being made for a big cotton crop. Everybody said there was no money in cotton at 9 cents. It ia selling at 8 now and November and December futures aie being sold on a basis of 7.90 for the next crop at inte? rior shipping points. Our Blots in Life. Columbia Record. Poor Walter Scott's remark, spoken io the sombre adversity of his death-bed that he had not written a line which he desired to blot ont, says the Washing? ton Hatchet, has been, much abased since. It bas become a sort of ready letter-writer form of post-mortem praise for people whose thoughts, whether written or unwritten, were of no im? portance whatever. The strong men of the world always write things they are sorry for. There are always lines which they wish conld be blotted oat. The evolution of an individual has all the characteristics of the evolution of a civ? ilization. The faith of one year may be the folly of the next. Fierce fealty to an idea may make the tongue barst forth in ac cry injustice at seeming delay. TboognTfo impatient of slow processes. The man who has written nothing which be would blot out has probably never written anything which is worth either blotting out or keeping in. The man or woman who can look back a single year and not find something to blot out is a self-satisfied egotist of the first water, and a person who is past reformation. The life of the best man on earth is full of blots. The "world, the flesh and the devil are too strong for poor, weak human nature to contend against without receiving many scars and defeats in the straggle. We often do those things which we do not intend to do, and which we detest, and fail to do thc things we admire and should do. We start out in the morning with good intentions and return in the evening .with the mortifying discovery that they have only been imperfectly carried oat. Our defeats are at times so easily ac? complished that we often become asham? ed of ourselves for allowing the enemy to obtain such easy victories over ns. Fairfield News and Herald. In reply to a letter from a friend, the Hon. James N. Lipscomb has positively refused to take any parE whatever in the farmers' convention ender the control or leadership of Mr. B. H. Tillman. Mr. Lipscomb has always taken an ac? tive part in anything that would advance the interests of the farmers of the State, but like every wise farmer ought to do, he fails to see things as Mr. Tillman does, and in bis own words he says you can count him out of any convention with the "Agricultural Moses" as a leader. aV. T. Star. The President has pat an end to all paltering with the question raised by the Republican Senators. In bis message of yesterday he told the Senate plainly and boldly that he does not propose to sub? mit to U the papers and documents, most of them confidential communica? tions, that have influenced him to make suspensions from office. He states with force and dignity the rights and prerog? atives which the people have given him. There is nodisrespect to Senators shown, but as President of the United States, charged by the Constitution with exec? utive powers, Mr. Cleveland ioforms the Senate that he proposes to exercise those powers without interference or dictation from any other department of the Gov? ern meot. The Democrats of the United States will read the message with delight. Precocity. From "Talk'' in the Straggler. While not attempting to bring about great reforms in our social system, the Straggler cannot help at times calling attention to wrongs in society, one of ihc greatest of these, which many mothers will have cause to and do re? gret, is that of allowing their daughters to go into society so young. Nowadays, as soon as a child learns to say smart things to gentlemen, Mater thinks she is ready to launch out upon the sea of society, its triumphs, and its tempta? tions. What a great wrongs this is ? If mother would only stop to think a moment before she allows that preco; cious child to leave the maternal apron string, I am very much inclined to think she would hold that maternal apronstriug tighter. I recently heard a mother remark that her daughter (aged lo) went so much into society and com? pany that she really thought she would be compelled to take her away from school. I really felt sorry for that mother, I could not help but feel that she was unworthy to have a daughter. Pause for a moment and consider what j her quasi-trifling remark mesnt? Sho ? was going to deny that child of sixteen j the benefit of an education, simply be- | cause the child, as all children do, loved j company. If mothers would only stop j to think of the results and not set the j child out before she is able to entertain, ; they will be spared in after years the frivolous remarks of ether people making ter years older than she really ; is. and at the same time hf*r senses. ; powers and health will be lu full bloom j iv h ere, if she is allowed to be ft society ?ir] before she bas feft off dolls, she wi? De slighted and looked apon M passe,. ?.hen really she is ??vest of an age te- b* bat ambition of alt girl?, a belle. Our Extravagance, Associate Re j'ormcd Presbyterian. For some momba past the great-sear* nty of money ami the difficulty cf meet* rog pecuniary obligation? together with ?he. serions incoo viesce* consequent opon these things, has been the talk of the street, the borden of the newspaper md tlic favorite topic of the politic*! scooomist. Low prices for the chief prod acts of the soil, red need wages, small purchases, precipitate assignment* and commercial failures-these are tb* arder of the day. And all this tn the face of general crops of OD paralleled ibrj?dance. In one place corn is being barned for foe), in another, families ire suffering for leek of the rery neces? saries of Hfe. And maj we sot .veil uk ourselves the cause of the** hard times ? They are attributed by some to Dver-production, by others to under* consumption. A high tariff is the scape goat in the estimation of one political party, while another contends that a destruction of the free trade sentiment and tendency of the country would bring speedy and permanent relief. Bot it is not the province of 'the re? ligious newspaper to disease the purely political and economical aspects of the case, except so far as they may be con* nected with and productive of a moral canse. With some the cause is purely * local one. In many portions of the Sooth farmers and others are involved in financial straits because of a failure to realize fully their expectations io the various pursuits and callings of Hfe. The farmer complains that: ht* fields have not brought forth as abundantly as he expected, or in other words that be realized only eight bales of cotton where he planted for twelve, and gather? ed but ten bushels of grain when he confidently expected twenty. The mer? chant alleges that bis sales have been uraco jess, his returns slower and hts collections smaller than he expected. Bot the simple truth with both farmer and merchant is that they have both: projected their plans upon an assumed or fictitious basis and have naturally fallen short of their calculations. The farmer planted in the spring for sucks yield, making a somewhat extravagant estimate considering the fertility of hi* lands and his skill in farming, at the. same time failing to make any allowance whatever for losses that might arise from unfavorable seasons and other unseen occurences. And upon this calculation, made io all probability before a seed was planted or a furrow turned, the farmer proceeded to lay in his supplies and regulate his manner and style of living for the year. And as he has al? ready made a somewhat extravagant es? timate of what his income shall be, it is not surprising that he is even more extravagant jn his expenditures. Ho buys extravagantly, dresses extravagant? ly and, lives extravagantly, all because he expects a most extravagant yield of cotton and corn. But ?hen the harvest? ing period arrives and his bills fall due, the farmers' face wears a more meian* choly cast and his jubilant songs and boasting talk about "a bale to the acre" and "two hundred bushels of corn to the plow" give way to the pitiful wail of "hard times." His yield ha* fallen at least one-third short of his calcula? tion and by the last day of the year he is just four moo tbs behind ia hts obli? gations. Bot instead of learning wis? dom, the process is kept up year after year until the merchant to save himself, is compelled to foreclose hie mortgage* and sell him out. Both farmer and. merchant are to blame, the one for buy? ing acd the other for selling so much. The sharp competitions of trade have fostered the miserable credit system so universal at the present time ; and it is this credit system that has in torn fos? tered the extravagant system of living and general outlay which is bringing so many into hopeless bankruptcy. The only effectual remedy ts te abol? ish as far as possible the credit system and adopt the good old plan of buying no more than you can pay for, and pey for at the time yon make the percha**. * 'The borrower" -has always bees and ever will be "servant to the lender/' S. C. Advocate. There is a State educational need that no one has yet championed, and that has an equal right with other interest*to the people? attention and patronage ; South Carolina needs a Naval Acade? my ! The United States has a military school, and so have we; but we have no naval academy, and we need one quite as mach as we need the military school. We have a coast line to defend, and how is that very vulnerable part of our State to be without men trained is the modern method of naval warnie T This school for South Carolina sailors should be established at once ; delay ls dangerous ? And, since the Citadel ie, on the sea coast, it is no more than fair that the new academy should be boated in the Up-country 1 There are many bold mountain streams in Upper Sooth Carolina that would afford all needed facilities for naval exercise and practice cruising. South Carolina would then be provided with those equally impor? tant equipments of a warlike people-' a military school and a naval academy* Can any of our readers give a sound and logical reason why so many good and honest people take offence when asked to settle an over-doe account? J* it because they regard a ''Jua*' as s reflection upon their honesty?- or be? cause they naturally dislike to meet their just obligations ? How are credi? tors ever to g t their does from their debtors without sending out bills, state? ments, "dons?" Must they wait indefi" nitely the pleasure of those whom they have indulged, and never claim their own ? Can any one furnish a "form" for a "dun" which will net give offence and yet bc effectual in bringing in the money? If beean, we doubt not our Publishers will exchanger year's sou? scription to the Advocate for the use sf this happy discovery. Whatever renders a mao accepted of God should render him accepted of Iiis brother. W li?t ever save* Jacs should tmite thou* >