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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. Vol. XII. W.EDNESDAY MORNING, JULY 12, 1876. No. 28. TIE' Erw R"A. Lu0 IS PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY MORING, it Newberrys So C. BY TH099 F* GRRKEKRt t i h gapr is s %peda the expiration ol tme for whc tipaed T4&pn ratif of sub TI%KANS WFJL We-*.Aed,tbew4n*er days away "After M6c.kifds, and April raln,Jv I said "wilt come-lbe warmth of May, AsdI tltmuyowM be strong aga1D." We to&ed of summer woods and streaw, Till all the pye"ent was beguiled To g -e -your bp rat Beside the fire I pictured days When spring, tuansforming all the land. Invest tbe. cbmnovE'scenes -and ways WAK chams we cannot understand. And planned: "When yoa are well, we too Will help thro general holiday, Will celeprate the uxne- and you Sha1lbe the gayest of thegpy." S6W rwMj4 little smile. Misat cabw~to, eyes a shade too graye And left them bright, "But wait-awhile.. TI we awe sure of wind and wave!" AAd1 smileffback, "Let those -beware Who cross the path of m-v desire, Who- rasem xy -dastles in the air, Oraspoil my pictures in the fire !11 Bi&**rft!bravdvwords!-in lookingback^. 186W confident a=d.gla they seem! A uikt ewpefecta-ntwtwer rew - "And supposing that yours had beur a mechanic, what objection e would you have urged ?" - "Why, it's not a supposable case, grandmamma-a Peverill a stone- r cutter!" "But supposing you were not a D Peverill ?" "My imagination is not bold enough for such a flight. You see, a I have all the prejudices of my class. v I would choose unhappiness soon er than marry beneath me." e "Then I am to understand that h you consider yourself superior to Harold Helper. It is some years a since he figured as your father's a inky-fingered clerk, remember.- I Since then he has written a book, e4 he has invented a machine, he has k lectured to scientists. Wherein d does your superiority consist ? What have you been doing in the n meantime ?" "I have been rubbing papa's lc gouty toe, and accepting the atten- yl tions of Miles Bond." ir "You don't mean"- el ,"mean that I shall probably V marry Miles Bond some fine day, x tif gng bappens." "Marry Miles Bond !" repeated l grandmamma, as if she had said that she was going to marry the y khaof..,TArtary. iiim to be astonished, gran1)amans tocrat." "Exactly-there's - aVar of us. I shall be entitled to consideration 4i the beau monde as his wife, don*t you see ?" For it must be confess ed that-since Mr. Peverill's death and insolvency the beau monde had looked coldly upon his pretty daughter, in ipite of t:e.Peverill cdat of arms and the luxuriance of the family ti;ee. hen d i--eare a figfor Mr. Helper ?" asked g-andma. .9 si "Is it necessary for me to deny s the soft impeachment, when I have 1most made 11 - to accept h another ?" o 'When I was a girl"-~began the old lady. "Youi loved- brocades and bro- A catelles as well as your grand-daugh-- s er." "But I did not sell myself for b them. And so you are really en-n ~gaged to Miles Bond, and there's no:help for it ?" "Well, not really engaged;-I won't V give my word-at least -not quite s yet. You see, grandmamma, one b hesitates to rivet the chain as.they say in novels. And then Miles says he will wait, he won't hurry Ce reme; he'd rather wait a century in ~ sweet suspense, as he calls it, than i to be refused at once. But I sup- c~ pose it will all end one way." "And what will tyou answer toh Harold Helper?"h "Heaven only knows. It wit not doto tellaman who offers one a his heart that he ought to know h better." - "Nor that you will not marry h him because his father was a stone cutter." Mr. Helper accepted his refusal, ri however, with a good grace. He P made no fuss about it; he merely as sured aher that her happiness would always be dearer to him than his a own.- . "That's the letter of a gentleman," k said grandma, "if his father was ir forty times a stone-cutter." .ei "Pshaw !" said Miss Agnes, tear- g ing it int6 fragments ; but, curious- iE ly enough, gathering them together a as soon as Mrs. Peverill's back was a turned, as if they were sweet to her_ as scattered rose leaves. Perhaps y shewas thinking of the days when al Mr. Helper was her father's clerk, e, and had taught her chess of winter b evenings-days when she was not so worldly minded, and .more. ro mantic, and didn't guess the worth h of position anid longe descent. Per haps she regretfully remembered yj the spring mornings when they a pushed through the woods for wild flowers and ferns, when he made a quaint album for her of presseda seaweeds-she had it hidden away somewhere now. "It wouldn't do," she said half aloud, answering some unspoken thought. "I should always be han kering for family and money. OneA muss give up something ; it may e as wellbe love as anything. Oh, ~ if my father had only been a stone cuttertoo b GrandmA Peverill met Mr. Help r in the street later. "I hope you lon't mean to desert us," said she, because that foolish chit of an Ag .es doesn't know when her bread is rell buttered. Remember it's a wo ian's privilege to change her mind. f you neglect us, [on shut your life from happier chance,' s the poet says. Nobody knows rhat may happen." "But I hear that Miss Peverill has acouraged Mr. Bond," said Harold elplessly. "And you're going to stand aloof nd let that little Miles Bo'nd walk er you? Now let me tell you that mean to make you and Miles ex 3utors of my will; so Id like to eep on friendly terms with you n't you see!" "Thank you; but arn't we friends, ear or apart !" "'Tis said that absence conquers ive," she laughed; "and haven't Du heard of virtue that resides t propinquity? If Agnes sees Miles rery day,and you once in six weeks, hich do you think she will be Lost likely to love'best ?" "It is not likely that she will ever ive me,whatever happens." "Who said she would never love >u? Arn't you worth forty Miles onds ?4 "Certainly not in Miss Peverill's gard." "Prithee, what do you know of 3r regard, Sir Faintheart ?" "Very little, to be sure." "He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That daes not put it to the touch, To gain or loose it all.' " "Haven't I put my fate to the a6h, Mrs. Peverill, and haven't found that my deserts are misera y small?" "Dear me! I see thAt you donit low that women blowtwenyways a- morning. NMo knows Tut ie is crying her pretty ees out is minute, and wishing with all 3r silly heart that she had it to do ver again?" "Miles knows," laughed Harold. "'Come and see who knows best. n old woman's advice isn't to be eezed at. I refused my first lover ysef, because Ithought he'd come ick and tease me into it, but he ver did.. Served me right, too." And.Harold did as he was told. [e made himself intimate at Pe rills' as of old. He was there in eson and out of season. He :re with the caprices of Agnes and ie condescensions of his rival. e was often left to the tender mer es of Gran Ima Peverill while Ag es and Miles made the garden or e river echo with their songs. He ime and went like a shadow. When gnes chose to listen, he let loose s enthusiasm; when she gave in the cold shoulder, he accepted without a murmur-as if one iould -be greatful for any gift of er-and fell back upon the old ,dy's unfailing kindness. One asy, owever, even Griandmna Peverill siled him. ~She waked suddenly om a doze, and asked: "Is it yally love ?" glancing after the two, elting'each other with roses in the 1e garden. "It looks like it," gasped Har "Tine will prove- ime that un cks all secrets and discloses all npostures,~ Miles is of the earth, irthy. He loves fine society and randathers and coats-of-arms. It a crime in his eyes to be born ithout a silver spoon in one's iouth." Then she fell into a doze -again. 'he shadows draped themselves bout her;, a star came out and lean :to look into the window ; a late ird tilted on a spray near by, and iade a sudden gush of music irough the place; the murmur of aghing voices camefaintly toward ienm on the breeze- But Harold stened alone, f9r Grandma Pever I was already far away. A few weeks later Miles Bond ad Mr. Helper were engaged look gover the private papers of the se Mrs. Peverill, as her executors. 'hat modest portion of her fortune "hich her son's speculations had ift intact she had bequeathed to .gnes. Presently Miles raised his yes from the paper he had been ispecting. "A rascally piece of usiness," he groaned, between i +s teeh.Shnihe qietly light his cigar with the paper, bury itJ contents in oblivion, and marry Ag nes, and go his way rejoicing? No perish the thought? A Bond, o the Bonds of Bondholder, wh< could trace their lineage to th( Conqueror? A thousand times no! He made a desperate resolve and passed the sheet to Harold. Il was merely a letter from the latU Mrs. Peverill, setting forth a cer tain family matter, which she deem ed it wise that they should know, not as executors, but as lov ers. "Of course this -will not affect yor interest," said Harold, filing the paper away quite at his ease. "It might not," sneered Miles, "ii I were not a Bond, *ith family cred it to sustain." "And yet,"said the other, "Shake speare tells us that "'Love is not love, which alters When it alteration finds.'" "Shakespeare be hanged !" quoti the quondam lover. The following week, when Mr. Helper droppea in topay his re spects- to -Agnes, he found her wa tering her beds of mignonette wid pansies. "Oh," she said, presently, and half shyly, "the. oddest thing has happened! I must tell somebody. How dear grandimamma. would laugh if she were here, and say it served me right I received a note yesterday (you could -hardly call it a billet doux, though it was from Miles,) and what do you think? He says in it-there, turn your eyes away, .don'tlok at me so while I tellyou-he begs me to release him from an engagement ..which upon close examination of his heart-un der the microscope, I suppose he finds himself unable to fdffinl! NoW Anust 4AWnr that there never was an engagemept at all between us; he just teased my soul out of me to marry him, and I promised. Only to think of it! A Peverill, a descendant of one Robert Peverill, who figured in thie Crusades, jilted by Miles Bond ! 1t must be that grandmamma's joint ure disappointed the poor youth. Motto: Never appoint as your ex ecutor the man whom you wish to marry your heir." "You don't seem to-take the af fair much to heart," said Harold. "Because my heart wasn't con cerned in it." "What under heaven were you thinking of, then !" "Iwas thinking whether or no you -you had changed yourxmind, sir ; whether you would ever again dare" "I dare do all that doth become a lover," asseverated Harold, inclin ing to the level of her lips. "Will you reconsider the question I asked you a year ago, darling ?" And Agnies reconsidered. Mrs. .Helper had been married a year and better, when it occurred to her, in an idle moment, to over haul Grandma Peverill's papers, now that they were - her own pos sessions ; and-when she-heard Har old calling-hetfsbe went slowly+but to meet him. with one of them crushed in her soft hands. "What have you there, darling 1" he asked. "And you knew it all the while JI she answered,. irrelevantly; "you knew I was not a Peverill, descend ed from the Crusader; you knew that I had been adopted from a'for eign foundling asylum! And yet you loved .me ! and yet you married me. Agnes Nobody !" and Mrs. Helper begun to cry, and allowed herself to be clasped in the arms of a stone-cutter's son, and found com fort in it. " 'Love is not love, which alters When It alteration finds," said Harold. "But I may be the daughter of a cobbler, of a pauper, or worse," she sobbed. "You are my wife, and I love you." "Then I would rather be your wife than the daughter of a king," said she, smiling through her tears. Mr. Helper had forgotten to burn the letter which Grandma Peverill had written to her executors, and so pride had a fall.-Bazar. The person who has the most confidence in himself or herself has #isallIantmu. WATERING PLACE DAN GERS. BROTHER TALMAGE TELLING A BROOKLYN CONGREGATION WHAT IS DONE AT -THE sPBINGs-"A sHORT CUT AT 2:40 ON -THE ROAD TO BELL. The announcement that Dr. Tal mage would preach on the dangers of temptations at watering places had the effect of drawing a large congregation, who filled the entire chureh. Though Arbuckle was ab sent with his cornet yet the singing was spirited, and the reverend gen tieman, who was very sarcastic, was frequently applauded. The text was John v., 2-4. Just outside of Jerusalem, said the- preacher, there was. a sanitary watering. place,the populai resort for invalids. To his day there is a dry basin of rock,- which shows there must have. been.a pool -360 feet long, 130 feet wide,and 75 feet deep. It was sur rouded by fine piazzas, or porches, or bath houses where the patients tar ned until the stirring of the waters. Sofar as reinvigoration was concern ed, t must have been a Saratoga, Long Branch, Brighton, or Margate, 6n a:small scale. We have come to Iwseason of the-year when our rail roads and steamboats are laden ith.the exhausted and worn out J1isiness men and our pleasure-lov in community, who are hastening g way to the mountains and watering paces. These fashionable watering places were the ruinatibn of a vast iiumberwhiphnomancould number, and therefoiwehe must utter a warn ing, plain, eafest and unmistak ,ble. T1. 'irst temptation that is apt ho*ir.in his irectioni4 the-fact thatthey;eavetheirreligionat home. While they care for their cats and dogs, and other pets, they left their religion stretched on the rug, and when they came home it was stark dead. There is no surplus of re ligion at watering places. Even ministers were inclined to take a day to themselves, and join in the Sunday excursions. And when they did preachit was.apt to be a "pick ed" sermon,. calculated to excite admiration, rather that an exposi tion of the old gospel Four pu ny souls-stand in- the organ gallery and squeal a song that nobody knows, and people worship with .twor thousand dollars worth of jew elry on the right hand, while they drop a penny into the, collection box. Another temptation was horse ra cing. We all admire the horse, but-this taste should not be culti vated at the-expense of human deg .redation.- The Bible intimates that man is better than a sheep, and I suppose he-is better than a horse, though like Job's stallion,his neck be clothed with thunder. The races were called 'Summer meetings, argricultural fairs &c., but it was impossible to hide the cheating and betting and drunkenness and vaga bon!dage. They drove, in their sporting coats and handsome teams dasi3ing albig by a short cut at2:40 on the road to hell. Three weeks before the race it was settled who should win, -and there were the men and women knowing nothing of.this, speculating their money, their hon or, and their homes in their excite ment, while jockeys and gamblers and foul mouthed men 'and trashy women were "fattening" on their unsuspecting victims Another-temptation was the sac rificing physical health. People who retired early at home seldom went to rest before midnight.' Balls, parties, &c., were all the rage. Another temptation was from hasty life-long alliances. -There were nineteen blanks to one prize. The graceful step and the long train sometimes settle the matter, but what apoor exchange they are for common sense. Then there was the conceited ape, who was perfum ed until the air was actually sick, spending his Summer talking infin itesimal sentimental trash, finding his delight in lavender kid gloves and naming cravat. It would take five hundred such specimens to make a tablespoonful of calve's feet jelly. Another temptation is. baneful lioatunen. There are more pestife rous tracts read in these holidays than in all the other ten months of the year. It is said we must have some light intellectual reading. Literary poison is as bad in August as in September. Therefore do not rest your digestive organization by a dose of strychnine, or a few grains of ratsbane. You have books with you in your hours of idleness which, if at home, you would not read in your family at a hundred dollars a line. Another temptationis the intoxica ting beverage. Itis becoming more and more fashionable,I am told,forla dies to drink. And not a long time ago a lady in this city went out visit ing, and after taking afew glasses of wine was arrested and taken to the police station, and thence to her degraded home. I care not how well she is dressed, she is drunk! She may have a twenty-five hundred dollar carriage, and have diamonds enough to confound the Tiffanys she's drunk! She may be a gradu ate of the Packer institute, and the daughter 'of some man nomi nated for the Presidency-she's drunk! She may be called convivial, merry, festive, but you cannot, with all you vocabulary, cover up the plain fact that it is an old fashioned case of drunk. If you want to drink, drink from the wells of sal vation, from which, if a man drink, he will never thirst again. "Ho, every one that thirsteth; come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money, come ye, buy and drink." Come to this spiritual Bethesda,and dip in its healing waters, that you may be cleansed from your leprosy even as Naaman the leper. A COMMUNITY'S DUTY TO WARDS ITS PRESS. The true merchant will be a lib eral but discriminating supporter of the press in his locality. He will not feel an obligation to patronize any and everything that wears the form of a newspaper, but will scan care fully the, intellectual ability, and moral fitness, of those who assume the lofty responsibility of public teaching through the press. He will not encourage the dissemina tingiaor~ countenance of journals edited by the incompetent and un worthy; but if there be none other already in existennce in his county, he will combine with men like him self to procure the establishment of such ajpurnal as isneeded, or the transfer of one already existing, into the hands of some'qualified to guide opinion and dispel mental darkness. Such a journal he will liberally and steadily encourage and support by advertising in its columns at a good price, by urging upon other business men the duty of doing likewise, by soliciting his customers and neighbors, to give it at least their subscriptions ; _reg ularly continued, uniformly paid in advance. By pursuing this course, the merchant may do very much toward the diffusion of in telligence, the predominance of sound principles and the purification of morals. He need not be a po litical brawler nor habitual agitator, on any subject-there is a more ex cellent way. He may give to an ap proved and influential journal in his county from two to five hundred dollars worth of advertising per an num, and procure from others by the power of his solicitations, and example, five times as much more; while each name added to the list of its subscribers, extends the pub licity of his announcements, and their potency in enlarging his busi ness. An exchange very truthfully says: People reason that a newspaper sub scription is but a small amount, and the publishers can not be greatly in convenienced for the want of a mere trifie. They forget that. there are hundreds of subscribers who rea. son in the same way. Consequent ly, while the neglect of one or two to remit would be of no great dam age to the publisher, yet the failure of a hundred to do so is .simply disastrous to him, for his weekly payments are large and must be met. His source of supplies being these rivulets, when they dry up, he must close his office. He can not afford to wait for a better time. You see how importantit is to pay up. NEW AND ASTOUNDING DE VELOPMENTS. One Captain Scott is trying to deprive the President of his milita ry fame by swearing before the House Military Committee that he furnished Grant with all the infor matiot. and suggestions necessary to enable him to effect his brilliant movements on the Tennessee river during the war. Scott, it is said, has been for years trying to get a reward for the brains he furnished General Grant, but he has hither to been severely snubbed. W6rse than that: the New York Sun publishes documents .to prove that President Grant is not Gen. Ulysses S. Grant, but another man, who formerly went by the name of Luke N. Plover. - The Sun's story is that in 1868, during the Presiden tal canvass, while Gen. Grant, with Generals Sherman and Sheri dan; two or three of the Dents, his wife and other members of the fam ily, were on a pleasure excursion to Omaha, Gen. 'Grant separated from all the party except the Dents, and with whom, a Mr. Fouracres and a coarse drunken fellow by the name of Plder, started on horseback to visit Fort Collins; thence to explore the country along the Cache a la Poudre river. While General Grant was riding in company with Plover along the edge of a steep gorge, his horse's hoof struck on a loose rock, causing him to fall, and in attempting to recover him self, rolled with his-fider over the ledge into the gorge, seventy or eighty feet beneath,horse and rider being ciushed into one shapeless,, horrible mass. The Aocuments found in the possession of Mr. Fouracres at the time of his death -which is said to have occurred iii St. Joseph, Missouriabuta.month ago-state that he was paid'a liber al sum by the Dents to, keep the secret of Gen. Grant"s death, the publication of which would have been fatal to the radical party at that time. 'The personal resem blance between the deceased Gen eral and the man Plover being so great that even Mrs. Grant could not disinguish between them, it was determined to dress Plover in the General's clothes, instruct him in the role he was to perform, and present him to the country as the Republican nominee for Presi dent. The scheme was carried out with success. With a little drill ing, much reticence, smoking and whiskey drinking, Plover sus tained the character of Grant so well that he was never detected, nor would the woi-ld have been any wiser now but for the death of Fouracres among strangers, by which his papers fell into the hands of prying and inquisitive wonder mongers. So Gen. Grant is not only in danger of 11eing robbed of his military fame by one Captain Scott, but if Fouracres and the &un correspondent are to be cred ited, heis to be handed down to posterity as an imposter-as no General Grant at all, and only a common adventurer by the name of Plover.-Vlive la bagatel. A BOSTON BoY oN~ Fsa.-,Fish lives in the Atlantic Ocean, Buz zard's Bay and some in Charles Riv er. When they are small they are codfish, herlin and sich ; when-they grow up they are whales. Whales is very useful: they sometimes swaller a whole ship and all the crew. The fat of whales is biled out and made inter kerosene oil for gas light. Their bones is made inter whalebone for ivory piano keys and dominos, also for horn handles and jack-knives. . I wish a whale would swaller my school and all the teachers. Fish is' always eat Friday. I.hate fish ; there is too many bones to pick out when you eat 'em. I ruther eat a paper of pins fried in lard. A whale could lick all the boys in the Harvard Grammar School. Could lick thun der out of 'em and make 'em look sick, and don't you forget it. Violent exercise is alWays'hurtful. It is steady, persistent work, which brings roses to thece How it does hurt some people to toll them the trnth. I AA WTW40C A 4P*P Advertisements inserted at the rat of $1.00 per square-one inch-for frst insertion, and 75c. for each subsequent insertion, Double column advertisements ten per cent on above. Notices of meetings,obituaries and tn*butf of respect, same rates per square as ordinw'Y adverdisements. Special notices in local column 15 cens perline, Advertisements not uwrked with.the mn ber of insertions will be kept in tflj forbid andechargeduacornly Special Contrafto made Vifth I* adver tisers, with lberal deductiom on abdf*s JO& ux ri riP Done with Neatness and Dispatch Terms Cash. SOME FUNO. "Now, boys, I will tell you how we can have some fan," said Char. lie to his companions, who had as sem bled one bright moonlight -evea nling for sli 'ding,, snow-balling, and fan generally. "What is it," asked several at once. "Yon shall see," replied Char lie,. "Who's got a wood-saw?" I have, " "gSo have I,' replied three. of the boys. ."Get them and you and Freddy. and Nathan, each get an axe, and I will zet v; shoveL. Let's be back in fifteen minutes." The boys separated t6 go on~ their several eriands, each won dering*of what use wood,saws,apd axes and shovels' could'be ifi'. the play. .But Charlie was..a favorite' with them all, and they fully -be. lieved in his promises, and were., soon assembled again. "Now," said he, "widow M. has gone to a neizhbW~rs to set?. A teacher who is attemptixig to