The Newberry herald. (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, June 07, 1876, Image 1
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THE DEAD DOLL.
You needn't be trying to comfort me-I tell
you my dolly is dead!
Tbheresno use in saying she isn', with a
crack like thal, in herlhead.
its JuAt like yo adit wouldn't hurt much
to bave my tooth out that day;
knd then when the man most pulled my
bead off, you hada'; a word to say.
And I guess you Inust dhink I'm a baby,
when you say you can mend it with
glue!
As if I didn't know better than that ! Why
Just suppose it was youl;
You might make her look all mended-but
what do I care for looks.
Why, glue's for chairs and tables, azid toys
and the backs of books!
My dolly! my own little daughter! Oh, but
lt'a the awfWlest crack!
It just makes nie sick to think of the sound
when her poor hbead went whack
Against the horrible brass thing that holds
-up the little shelf.
Now, Nursey. wfiat makes you remind me?
I know that I did it myself!
I -think you must be crazy-you'll get her an
-,- other head!
W4at good would forty heads do her? I tell
you my dolly i'sdead!
S-d to,thirThmAn't quite finished her ele
"He jests at scars, who never felt
a wound," muttered Chauncey, Jr.;
but here he was mistaken, for
Chauncey, Sr., had undergone more
than one tussle with Cupid, and had
on two occasions,to the knowledge of
his friends,been ignominiously beat
en. It wouldnot be strange if such
an experience had blunted the finer
feeling of his soul, causing him to
keep his eyes forever turned away
from the contemplation of cicatrix
which reflected no credit upon his
personal charms or spiritual fasci
nation.
"Just bear in mind," said Chaun
cey, a little nettled at his father's
manner, "that I intend seeking
an introduction to this beautiful
giri,and that one appreciative smile,
one little word from her will bring
me on my metaphorical knees be
fore you can say 'Jack Robinson,'
and 'that's the English of that.' So
au revoir ;" and Chauncey took his
departure apparently very much to
the-delight of the elder, who laugh
ed and continued to laugh a good
half-hour after the door had closed
upon his son.
"Zounds,'this isa richjoke! Con
foundtheyoung dog! He'll get over
it. What if he knew tlhat the girl
he raves so about is my affianced
bride-eh, what then ?"
The young lady whose image
had so strangely and, after.all, nat
arally engraven itself upon Chaun
Dey's heart, was present with a par
ty of friends.
"If there was only some way that
E could manage an introduction to
:hat young lady, I should be the
bappiest man in Brooklyn," mutter
ad Chauncey, as Miss Preston emer
ed from the dressirg-room, skates
Dn, ready for fun.
No wonder the gentleman was
lazzled with the picture. Dressed
in a Scotch tartan picturesquely ar
ranged, her beautiful wavy hair
aating around h e r neck and
shoulders, two tiny feet incased in
neat-fitting gaiters, the little lady
seemed the embodiment of harmo
y.
"That's what I call the poetry of
notion," continued Chauncey, ap
reciatively. A bright thought
trck him. I'll dash out after
er, and, if she has the .grit I
~ive her credit for, she'll enjoy the
rn.
In a moment more Chauncey struck
ot. The acknowledged champi
ms of the season all stood back to
give them room and- watch the chase.
iss Preston took the cue in a twink
ing. Like the steed who afar off
scents the battle, the lady, with head
rect and nostrils dilated, waited
atil she had discovered there was
no possibility of mistake, then dart
d off, in a straight line, with the
feetness of the wind. ,Sucht a chase
s she led him! But he kept stead
ly on, his face lighted up with a
are smile, as he considered how
agerly his challenge had been ac
epted. tUp and down, around in
circles, curly cues, and every imag
nable figure, he followed the lovely
skater. All eyes were upon them.
The music from the band-a bright
sparkling gallop-lent wings to both
prsuer and pursued. Cheer after
heer greeted them from the delight
ed spectators. Without the slightest
diminution of strength or fleetness
Chauncey kept steadily on. For
ten full minutes the race contin
ied. At the expiration of that
time Miss Preston, tired and dizzy,
waved her handkerchief as a flag of
trce, and attempted to reach her
friends. Chauncey, with a true
lover's instincts, discovered the
state of the case, and, gracefully
throwing his arm around her waist,
escorted her to a seat.
"Oh, I am so sorry!" panted the
little lady. "I did so long to win
this game; but I am no match for
you in hold-out-ativeness."
"Please let me introduce myself,"
replied her companion. "Chauncey
Belknap, at your service. Now,
who are you?' Please tell me," as
the young lady almost gasped for
breath.
"A relative of Chauncey Belknap
of W-Square?"C she inquired,
as pale as death.
"His son, my dear young lady
But why are you so excited i You
are not acquainted with my fathert"
"Yes-oh, yes !" she murmured.
"I am Charlotte Preston, and en
age to be married to your father.
Order my carriage, please, or your
carriage or somebody's and take
me home. I will then tell you all
about it."
Chauncey was staggered, but im
mediately did as he was bid; and in
a few moments,had the pleasure of
listening to the strange particu
lars.
"My father is on the verge of fi
nancial ruin, and I did it to save
him. What shall I do? For the
love of mercy, tell me!" and Miss
Preston burst into tears.
"You do not love him ?"
"No, and I told him so."
"Don't marry him then. Do you
suppose,"-and here Chauncey stop
ped, and raised the uplifted face
wet with tears-"do yo you suppose
you would ever learn to love Chaun
cey Belknap Jr.?" and the young
man again halted.
"Well, what if I could ?" and
a mischievous smile chased away ev
ery sign of weeping.
"Oh, only I have loved you ever
since the first moment I laid my eyes
on your face, and determined to
win you if possible. I have money
enough to fix things, I reckon, and
I know, my dear little girl, I can
make you happy."
"And I know you can, too. Will
you tell your father about it?" and
Miss Charlotte Preston hid her
head on her lover's shoulder.
"Yes, my darling; but you must
accompany me. My wife must not
be a shirk. We will go now."
An hour later, and Chauncey Bel
knap, Jr., stood before his paternal
parent, with the promised bride of
both on his arm. The old gentle
man's consternation we will leave
to the imagination of our reRters,
assuring them it was immense.
"I do not love you, Mr. Belknap;
but I do love your son, and he loves
me. That is all I can say; I trust
you will forgive me for having,
because of poverty, held out to you
a promise love could never fulfil."
"All right," replied Chauncey,Sr.
"Don't say any more about it.
The young dog meant business,
and has cut me out. That's the
English of that."
THE VULGARITIES OF CON
JUGAL LIFE.
Among the worst bred people
with whom we are acquainted, both
in their manners to each other and
in their relations with society,
are certain husbands and wives of
a demonstrative char-acter-people
who will always transact their pri
yate business in public, and cannot
be got to understand that the world
does not want to be made free of
their disagreements on the one hand,
or of their affectionateness on the
other ; still less will they under
stand that, as the only proper
place for washing one's dirty linen
is at home, so the only proper place
for the transaction of billing and
cooing is in the private nest, when
no one is by. Every one knows some
of these people, and knowing them,
can say by experience how disagree
able it is to be mixed up with them.
Other vulgarities are to be found
in the way in which some husbands
and wives banter each other in pub
lic; they mean no harm,but they put
their friends to discomfort by the
manner in which they play at 're
crimination and by the hard looking
pellets-really nothing but moss
and wool, mere "property" accusa
tions-wihich they fling at each
other without cessation. You, who
have not le mot d'enlgme, do not
quite understand the meaning of
it all. You think him rough, her
teasing, and both rude; but to them
selves it is only a little comedy which
they are enacting to their own se tis
faction, howmuchsoever to, the
embarrassment of the bystander.
When the husband accuses his wife
of various faults, any one of which
would be a serious failure of moral
ity, you the bystander, do not know
how to take it. If real you feel
your respect for the woman ooz
ing out like Bob Acres' courage;
if not real, the husband, to your
mind, deserves horse-whipping ;
that is, supposing he means what
he says. Wheni you come to the
knowledge that this is a banter,
adthey are only playing a little
comedy between themselves, yon
simply relegate then to that large
army of conjugal vulgarians whose
society you do not affect, and
wish that they wod go else
where to transact their small and
silly pretence, and leave you to
the enjoyment of their absence,
since there is none in their pres
ence.
Again, the vulgarity * of discus
sing private affairs in public is ano
ther sin of which certain husbands
and wives deliver themselves. What
can it signify to the audience
gathered around if the wife's new
dress is to cost twenty dollars or
forty? to be black or blue? made
in the Elizabethian style or after
that of the Empire? Johnny's
school is unsatisfactory, and you
are properly sympathetic. But
'why should you have to listen to
the ins and outs of how he went
and why and whether it was you,
papa, who sent him; or, you know
now that it was you, mamma, who
would not be satisfied with anything
else? The wretched little web of
events, as it was woven between
husband and wife, has no kind of
interest for you, nor indeed for any
one.
- Again we come to the vulganty
of private complaints. The wife
speaks- to their common friends
against the husband, the husband
against the wife, and both bemoan
ing the evil alliance which brought
them together, tell everything they
can think of to the disadvantage
of the absentee, but hope that their
confidences will not make any differ
ence in your feelings, and trust
that you will behave as if you knew
nothing. This, we are bound to
confess, is rather a woman's sin
than a man's, not one man making
a single confident on the matter
of his conjugal disappointment
where a dozen women will have
each her score of gossips. It is a
horrible vulgarity, however, save to
the one or two close and chosen
friends whose affection almost de
mands s u c hi confidence-human
nature being frail, and safety valves
things of necessity-and whose
counsel will be soothing and their
advice just and noble. If friend
ship is recognized as an allowable
thing at all after marriage, it still
holds its privileges, and perhaps
the very fact of having some one,
trusty and beloved, in whom to
confide makes that burden of conju.
gal disappointment better to bear,
-and softens some of its asperities.
But the confidence given to the one
or two chosen and safe is a very dif
ferent thing from the- vulgar com
plaints poured out in fluid profusion
to every one alike. At the best
however, it is a dangerous game to
play, and one not to be counseled,
save in the most exceptional circum
stances, though sometimes the con
fidant is the savior of some poor
breaking heart, and the rebuilder
of some poor shattered life. All
the same, this, like the other
conjugal vulgarities of which we
have spoken, is a habit to beware
of and a practice to conademn,
if for no higher consideration
than the intense pain and embar
rassment which it causes to the u.n
willing friends dragged into mat
ters which they have nothing to do
and made partnera in troubles
which they can neither share nor
smrooth.-New York Home Journal.
A WoRD ABOUT MARRTAGE.-A
physician writes the following sen
sible advice: My profession has
thrown me among women of all
classes, and my experience teaches
me that God never gave man a
greater proof of his love than to
place women with him. My advice
is, go propose to the most sensible
girl you know. If she says yes
tell her how much your income is,
from what source derived, and tell
her you will divide the laat shilling
with her, and love her with all your
heart in the bargain. And then keep
your promise. My word for it she
will live within your income, and to
your last you will regret that you
didn't marry sooner. Gentlemen,
don't worry about feminine extrava
gance and feminine untruth. Just
be true to her,love her sincerely, and
a more fond, faithful, foolish slave
you will never meet anywhere. You
won't deserve her, I know, but she
will never know it. Now throw
aside pride and selfishness, and see
what will come of it.
IN THE :DARK.
There come seasons of darkness
in all our lives. Who has not
known them? Times when there
are neither sun, nor iaoon,nor stars
in the sky, and we stand still in fear
or grop onward in trembling un
certainty.
A few years ago there fell upon my
life one of these seasons, in which
I could see nither to the right hand
nor to the left. A terror 'of
darkness was upon me.
One night I lay awake, thinking,
thinking until my brain grew wild
with uncertainty. I could not see
even a step in advance, and feared
to move onward lest with the next
foot fall I should plunge into
hopeless ruin. Very strongly was
I tempted to turn aside from the
way in which I was going-a way
reason and conscience approved
as right ; but something held .me
back. Agaiti and again I took up
and considered the difficulties of
my situation, looking to the right
hand and the left for ways of extri
cation; now resolving to go in this
direction, and now in that; yet al
ways . held away from resolve by
.inner convictions of right and du
ty, that grew clear at the moment
when I was ready to give up my
hold on integrity.
So .the hours went heavy-footed
until;.p a s t midnight. My little
daughter was sleeping in the crib
beside my bed. But now she be
gan to move uneasily, and presently
her~timid voice broke faintly on the
still air.
"Papa ! papa !" she called.
"What is it, darling ?" I. asked.
"Oh, papa, it is dark! Take Nel
lie's hand!"
I reached out my hand and took
her tiny one in my own, clasping it
firmly. A sigh of relief came up
from her little heart. All her lone
liness and fear were gone, and in a
few moments she was sound asleep
again.
"Oh, my Father in Heaven !" I
cried, in a sudden, almost wild out
burst of feeling, "it is dark very
dark. Take my hand !"
A great peace fell upon me. The
the terror of darkness was gone.
"Keep hold of my hand, oh, my
Father !" 1 p r ay ed fervently;
and though I should be called to
walk through the valley and the
shadow of death, I will fear no evil.
Let not my feet wander to the right
nor to the left."
"Sleep, that knits up the raveleda
sleeve of care," fell softly on my
eyelids, and morning broke with
scarce a seeming interval of time.
I felt calm and strong. The day
was to be one of severe triaL. A
dark cloud of uncertainty rested
over it. But I was resolved to walk
steadily through its trials and its
pains, holding tightly the hand of
my Father.
Oh ! is not the Lord better to us,
if we will trust, him, than all our
fears?i There came fierce assaults
upon my integrity. Iwas lured by
golden promises-i was threatened
with disaster and disgrace, but1
my hand lay in the firm clasp of
One who sticketh closer than a bro
ther, and who is strong to save.
In my rectitude I found safety.
Had I swerved, I would have gone
down to hopeless ruin. Even my
tempters, who had hoped t o
gain through my defections from
honor, bore witness to my integrity.
And now, having escaped the per
ils of this difficult and dangerous
pass, a goodly land opened to view,
and I found possessions therein,
which are held in peace and honor
unto this day. But the highest
and dearest of all my possessions
is mine integrity, which, but for the
hand of my Father grasped in dark
ness, I should have lost.
.[(Arthur's Home Magazine.
Women,so amiable in themselves,
are never so amiable as when they
are useful; and as for beauty,
though men may fall in love with
girls at play, there is nothing to
make them stand to their love like
seeing them at work.
It takes but a moment to close the
door tightly against temptation
when it hastens elsewhere. And
this is better than to live hours,
days or years under the shadow of
regret.
"A LITTLE GEM OF A WO- I'
MAN."
Hurrying down the street the
other evening, these words caught c<
my ear. I looked up as the speak- tl
er passed me, and saw a tall robust ai
honest-looking young man, who had a,
evidently addressed his remark to si
his companion, who was apparently sl
younger somewhat than himself. w
Having ascertained only this, w
the crowd took them and bore them
away. Still the words, "a little h,
gem of a woman," kept floating in hi
my mind. From it sprang visions y<
of a nice, warm, cosy home, with ti
welcoming lights in the window, a
delicious supper in waiting, every- si
thing neat and tidy, and a rosy
cheeked, bright-eyed little woman y(
-'a little gem of a woman,' watch- "]
ing impatiently for the absent hus- of
band-for surely he was a husband, bi
for he stepped like a prince, and
seemed in great anxiety to get tb
ahead. Yes, a young husband; all hi
day long he had been hard at work m
dreaming of this bright little wo- P(
man who would welcome-him in the
shadows of evening with her sweet- at
est kiss. ki
How he longed for home-how w:
anxiously he counted the hours, ax
working faithfully all the time. li]
How eagerly he hurried onward
with the jostling crowd. No fear h(
to him of a disorderly kitchen, a lit- w
tered parlor, a slovenly wife. This et
'little gem of a woman' always keeps ti
his home inviting. pi
I wonder what this waiting wife w
would think, could she have heard 0
that remark as I did. Wouldn't si
her cheeks burn some, and wouldn't
her eyes shine tenfold brighter? w
Don't tell me it was nothing but ic
mere nonsense. It would have been 1ii
better than gold to that loving wo
man's heart. Is it nothing to a wo
man to be prized, loved, petted?
Ask the numberless wo.men who
toil day after day, with not the
slightest- assurance of love or care ej
from their husbands, if their hearts w
would not beat happier, could 10
they listen to just such words.
LEARN TOBEUISEFUIL- sI
m
Boys, when you come into the
house for your meals and fi.nd theg
dinner or supper not quite ready, in
and your mother or sisters hurry- I,
ing around heated and tired, in- d<
stead of standing about in the way, al
leaning against the sink or tilting si
back in your chair against the but- st
tery door, I would take hold and
help the women folks. At first, &
maybe, you won't see any way you a
can help them, unless you were a
brought up to work occasionally in h<
the house. Try an experiment to- 3
morrow. Come in a few moments ti
before dinner time and watch the h<
steps your mother takes in putting w
the finishing touches to the meal. se
See her lift the heavy kettle of hi
potatQes from the stove and holding
it with a great effort at nearly arms
length, carry it to the sink, and
the'n lift it up again to drain off the
water. Certainly, you could do that
for her. You can take the pot of
meat or beans from the oven and
thus save much of her strength; iS
you can set the chairs up and run ei
down cellar for the butter or bread; ti
you can glance over the table and vi
see if a knife or spoon has been a<
misplaced in dishing up the dinner, i
and if so quietly replace it. Wouldn't 01
this be a better way than after the gJ
family are all comfortably settled es
at the table, to loudly say, "Marm, w
my knife and fork's gone-guess b;
you mean for me to eat with my hi
fingers to-day," and then mother e~
has to spring up, no matter how p1
stiff and tired she may feel, and run si
to the cupboard and bring her t1
great boy his knife. When you sc
notice the vinegar cruet, the pep- i
per or salt bog, or any dish has p(
been forgetten, get up quietly and
get the same before your mother
has a chance to. See if she can't si
sit in peace at meal time and not m
be continually getting up for arti- th
cles. Things will be forgotten in d&
the best regulated families. s
Friendship may and often does
grow into love ; but love never sub
sides into friendship, bE
It does not pay to waste love on -
a man or woman who will not re- w
turn ita
[E WAS TROUBLED WITH
BOILS.
There was a sad expression on his
>untenance, and one could tell by
ie precision with which he trod,
id the carefulness with which he
roided passing objects, and by the
iper-human efforts he made to
irink himself up so.that his clothes
ouldn't fit him, that something
as the matter.
"O-o o! Whoop! Great G-uns!"
3 exclaimed as a man ran against
m; "I'll choke you to death if
)n don't keep on-your own side of
e walk." *
"But a gentleman jostled me
r," stammered the man.
"Hang the gentleman! Hang
>u!" exclaimed the irritated man;
've got two of 'em; rve three
'em; and when I get well r.'l
Lst the man that busts them!"
He laid his hand carefully on his
igh and limped away with teirsin
s eyes, but in turning to let a wo
an pass he ran against a hitching
>st.
He grabbed the post and jerked
d wrenched it from its place;
eked it into the road, and then
iacked it against the pavement,
d then started after the woman
ce a madman.
"Madam," sid he, as he overtook
r in a dry goods store, "one
)rd; I have upon my thigh a cir
imscribed subcutaneous inflamma
n, characterized by a pointed
istular tumor, and .suppurating
ith a central core. I have also
te on the back side of my front
le, and another one on--"
"Git out!" shrieked the woman,
sacking him with a bundle of cal
; "git out! or Ill call the per
"But I was going to say- "
"Git out 1" she shrieked.
"That you!"
"Git out !" she yelled again.
'Busted one of 'em," he finally
aculated, "and if I find out
iere you live I'll let your cow
ose in the yard some washing
ky and let her chew up the whole
your petticoats and tread your
Leets and pillow cases into the
ud and break down your front
hte."
"Then lie slid out and was limp
g down the street when he slip
id on a piece of ice and came
>wn with an energy that startled
L the houses in that vicinity and
iook the window panes in the
one fronts.
There was a shriek and a long
'awn wail, a volley' of oaths, and
variety of groans and sobs, which
tracted the attention of a kind
~arted doctor, who took him into a
ug-store and hung him across
.e back of a chair, where he
writhed and wriggled until a boy
ith agrocery cart gave him a
at in a bushel basket and took
m home,
And now he walks the streets,
And he hurls at all he meets
Such sad smiles.
And upon his ragged coat
There is hanging this brief note,
"cI've got biles."
MARx oF A GENTTEMA.-No man
a gentleman who without provo
,tion would treat with incivility
te humblest of his species. It is a
ilgarity for which an accomplished
[dress can never atone. Show us
ie man who desires to make every
ie around him happy, and whose
-eatest solicitude is never to give
,use of offense to any one, and we
Lil show you a man by nature and
practice, though he may never
sve worn a suit of broadcloth nor
er heard df a lexicon. We are
-oud to say for the honor of our
ecies that there are men in every
roe of whose heart there is a
licitude for the welfare of man
lid, and whose every breath is
irfumed with kindness.
When anxious thoughts come ye
ould ask yourself: In what comn
andment is it written that I should
ink of these things ? Thou oh
ivil, would have me care for my
lf, butlImust cast my care on
od, for he careth for me.
There are two men who should
i very happy. The one who has
wife contented to remain at home
-the other, whose wife runs away
.th another man and remains
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A SUFFICIENT EXCUSE.
Some 'men are great on exiees-.
they can give you a dozen where- one
is all sufficient oithey wl ess
in offering an excuse 'where' no-.
thing of the kind is necessary. Our
friend, Job Toffit, was a man of tWis
description. And. he 'wasa& poifie
m an , too-painfully polite. 'Beg your
pardon, sir, he would deferentially
say to the man who had come nigh
to jolting him over.
Job was once drawn to- sere
on a jur-y, and~ at the same timea
near neighbor of his, Peleg Wimble-*.
ton had also been -rawn. -When thef
the court came to be openedA ny
eleven jur-ymen were preset Releg
Wimbleton failed to put in EM 'Sptl
pearance. The sheriff sm oe
in vain.
"(Your Honor," Said lo,b,riign
his place and addressing:the court,-.
"MIr. Wimbleton is a nea egbr
of mine, andlI dont thinkry'Ou -Can
depend upo himr If you,wn ~i
trial to g0-Jon, I gens yt fe
find another Manf for hi lc.
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