A. L&r r A Family Companion, Devoted -to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agricultur,Mres o Vol. XII.O WED,NESDAY MORNING, NOVEiMBER 22, 187.No4. THE H ER A LD 1S PUBLISMED EVERY WEDNESDAY 310EXING, It Newberry., S. C. BY THOS, F. GRENEKERt tditor and Proprietor. Termhs, $2,50 per JInnums, Invariably in Advance. RD** The paper is stopped at the expiration of time for Which It is paid. I?- The M mar denotes expiration of sub osription. LOVE. L,ove is older than his birth go a loving poet sung. How can he be so old, so yA~ng, Born every hour throughout the earth? Heurts grow cold, And bells are tolled; His heart has never ceased to beat; Still his feet are dancing feet. Blazing in his strong right hand Is the hymeueal torch; He lights the bridegroom from the porch To wher the priests and altars stand; L,eads the maid, Who, unafraid, Passes them from maid to wfe Knows the -secret of her life! EArth hath kings-he kings them all; Their rich palaces are his; They were, and are not, but he is, He sees great empires rise and fall, Fall and rise. With equal eye; Nothing disturbs his happy reign, go our kissing lips remain. When you press your Ups to mine, What Care I for time or fte? Death m.nxt pan me by, or weit Blake to-morrow will please raise their hands." Every soul did so with the ex ception of Kate herself, who rose instantly and hurried away, blush ing with confusion and anger. "She's dead in love with him," lisped little Nannie Peters. And so is be with her, and would b6 at her feet in a moment if she didn't treat him so outra geously," remarked a young fellow who had not yet spoken. Quoth Emily Lytle: "He's as good as she is, every bit, if he once did turn somersaults in a circus for a living. Everybody knows tbat Mr. Winstanly made his money by"- A loud buzz in. terrupted her revelation. Sanderson loquiter: "One ofli the first rules of our society, Miss Lytle, is 'no slander allowed.' You are on the point of breaking it." "I'm sure it's no slander, but the truth," pouted Emily. "There are plenty of girls as handsome as she is that he might have for the asking." Chorus of ladies: "Plenty pleaty--shoals of them." It was pretty Lelia David's turn to speak. "It seems to me that in a small, nineteenth century sort of way, this is quite a Benedict and Bea trice case. Two people affect to hate each other, and yet are long ing to rush into each other's arms, and here are we all, friends of both parties, continually plotting and planning to throw them to gether. I wouldn't be surprised any time to hear him say: 'Against my will, I'm sent to bid you come to supper." Radcliffe rejoined: "According to the rules which we twenty men and women undertook to ob serve when we all met here for mutual amusement, she must ride with him to-morrow; but how are we to get him to believe she has consented willingly ?" "That's easy enough," replied Grandfather Sanderson. "I'll hatch up something for the occision ; but don't any of the rest of you say a word-for he's so sensitive that he half suspects why she treats him so uppishly, and the first word would make him fly the track." "H-sh!1" said every one. In the adjoining parlor Kate had struck the first chords of a popu lar song, and as her rich voice rolled out on the balmy air, the ex-athlete strolled up to the merry party on the piazza, and like them listened spell-bound to the tones he loved so well. -The song ceased, and .after a moment's pause she began a duet, expecting, no doubt, that Sam Williams, who usually sung with her, would take it up outside. In stead of which he nudged Blake, who immediately, as if irresistibly, began in a round, rich voice, the like of' which the disdainful maid had never heard before, but sup posed it was Sanderson, or one of the rest. How exquisitely their voces blended ; only hers was un trained, while his had all the eul ture of an opera singer. In.deed, many of his hearers wondered if ever he had been a professional singer as well as athlete, and thought what a loss to the public was such a voice.. Every one enjoyed the singing, and was especially amused at the thought that Kate was unconsci ously pouring out her whole heart in united melody with the man she professed to despise. Did sbe ? Of all that group of young men, California's finest, fresest sons, George Blake was beond. cavil the Adonis. Al though in reality thirty-two years of age, his exceedingly fair com plexion and light brown hair made him look years younger. There n as not a line on the broad, white forehead, nor a crow foot around the limpid violet eyes. "Where did such a low fellow get such heavenly eyes ?" Kate asked erself the next morning, as she drew on her riding gloves. He was over six feet tall, and might bave been just a trifle heavy for the ring, but for every thing else his proportions were splendid. All that the proud beauty a u ellMs Winstauly. urged against him was true, except that he was "low." Nature made him a gentleman, though of low birth and iron fortune. Ten years prior to the opening of this story Blake had come to California with a circus troupe ; he was Signor Francesco Sellterino, the "strong man" of the company. He vaulted with the rest, but his specialty was firing a cannon off his breast, lifting a dozen men at once, and other immense weights. He was of an old circus family, and never thought to leave "the profession," but having some money when he reached the Pacific slope, he was seized with the mania for dabbling in stocks, and to his joy and sur prise, by one of those sudden rises in stocks possible only to Califor nia, he made almost a fortune without as much trouble as tw n ing a handspring would have given him. This lucky stroke determined him to retire from the sawdust, and he soon developed a business talent, which, in a few years, made hiar a prominent and influential man in Frisco, while his character as a man, and his exceedingly polished 'manners, won him the respect of everybody except the wayward beauty on whom be had set his heart. It remained for her to drag up and taunt him with the old trade, never alluded to by anybody now, except as a bit of personal history and never to his discredit. When, the morning after the conversation on the balcony, the party of twenty assembled, sun rise was tinging the red woods and the wild flowers. They were soon in the saddle. As Kate glanced disdainfully at her companion, her heart fa'rly ached as-she thought that he was too handsome for a man, and if he had been anything but a low circus creature, even a respectable hod carrier-but she would die before she would marry such a fellow. And he thought, she lookgs more like a goddess than a mere wo man. I would lay my body down under her feet, and let her crush my life out, if she would but smile on me. She had on previous occasions snubbed him so terribly, that they rode a long time in silence before e ventured to begin a conversa tion with her; but when they reached the crest of the hills over looking Santa Cruz, and he glanced across the bay, and saw the fleecy, sun tinted clouds hov ering over the Monte~rey range, an exclamation of delight escaped him, and he said with enthusiasm: "Look, look, Miss W instanly ! is not that a picture painted by God's own hand ?" "Oh, yes." she replied, in an un gracious and contemptuous tone ; "but I never gush-it is not 'good form.' " The insolence of the spoiled beauty stung him to the very heart's core, and the pangs of de spised love and sudden anger caused him to forget himself, and he retorted with restrained pas sion : "Miss Winstanly, be pleased to remember that if I have by my presence again placed it in your power to insult me, it was at your request." They had trotted along until they reached -the beautiful stream -in other contries it would be called a river-which heads at the Big Tress and flows down the canyon to the sea. The precipice was sheer and steep. "Insult you ! how, sir ? can I insult you ?" inquired the provok ing girl, her anger rising, at the ight of his. "By presuming to dictate to me what 'good form' is. But for my former life, you would not dare do it." "Dare, indeed !" she echoed, the red blood dyeing her cheeks. "How dare you say I requested your presence ?" It wvas a lovers' quarrel and a hot one. In her excitement she d agged so at the reins that her horse reared. Blake instantly seized the bri de shouting and pulling the beast toward him.; "Let go! let go !" In re&'ring her horse had t.urned so that she did not see the danger in which she stood- She was on the canyon's precipitous brink, and *4elow ran the river. "Let go, you," she answered, cutting him across the hands; "how dare you I.ouch my lines ? You have lured me to leave the rest of the party behind, in order that you might get me in'your power; but I am not afraid of you-take that !" and in her fury she struck him again. Between the two the restive animal was half maddened, for Blake was dragging him for ward and Kate backwrd, so that he was plunging and rearing. Blake was white with fear. He did not heed or-seem .to feel her blows, only to see her danger, for, in spite of his herculean strength, the horse was backing, backing nearer and nearer the precipice. Another moment and she would be thrown over the yawning chasm. He sprung from his horse, seized both reins with the left hand, and with the.right tore the stirrup from the saddle. "Impertinent clown! " e h e shrieked, but he paid no heed to her screams; her foot free, he in stantly let go the reins, grasped her around the Waist, and with almost superhuman- strength lift ed her from the maddened beast and flung her into the road be hind. He was not one moment too soon, for, as he did so, the borso backed over the cliff and disappeared. When the rest of the party came galloping up, alarmed by the screams, they found the re tired athlete in a dead faint on the edge of the canyon, and Miss Winstanly in like plight lying some distance from him, but not within several feet of tbe~fright.. Ful precipice. The young lady was soon restored and proved to be unhurt; not so Mr. Blake. Tbe horse had trampled on his foot and the pain had caused him to ose consciousness. Being only a fw miles frot Santa Cruz aid was soon' procured, and he was arried back to the hotel a very sick and badly bruised man. Now the willful and high tem pered Miss Winstanly really loved M. Blake, but her pride.had kept her from showying it or even own~ ing:it to herself. When she real ized the tr'ue cause of bis,grabbing be lines had been .to save her rom certain death, her heart was lled with conflicting emotions thankfulness for her life, gratitude to him for preserving it, and shame and remorse at her un womanly insolence and rage. She had actually beaten him as he was trying to drag her away from the chasm." in her agony and penitence she opened her eart to Emily Lytle, and con fesed that she had loved Blake all along, but now that he had saved her life her passion 'over lowed all barriers and she wanted to toll him so. Nearly all of the gay party left Santa Cruz a fort night after George's accident, but Radcliffe, his bosom triend, re mained to nurse him, and Miss Lytle staid to keep her betrothed company. Blake's foot was crushed and it would be a long time before he could be removed to S3an Francis co. Kate resolved that she would not leave until she had an oppor tunity of asking George's foi-give ness. A t last, reports were brought to her that he was improving, was able to talk and at length to sit in an arm-chair, but he never alluded to the accident, nor men tioned Miss Winstanly's name. Day after day she plied Emily with questions, and a fierce de spair seized her when she compre ended that she had lost him and through her own pride. That was all swept away by her new born love and humility. She was so abject in.ber remorse and sor row, that to obtain a smile from the despised "clown" as she had called him, she would gladlybhave turned circus rider .herself. One day she crept to his door. It was closed against her, but she could hear Emily's voice and Rad clffe's talking with Blake. She alone was shut out from paradise, bnt she had deserved and must. bear it. In a fit of silent tear she sunk down on her knees and offered up a prayer that she mighl yet obtain his forgiveness; sud denly the door opened and Emily came out, shutting it quickly aftei her when she saw the crouching girl. "Why I what's this ?" shc inquired, astonished. "What do you mean, Kate, by crouching aiound on all fours like this ?" .Oh, Emily," sobbed the wretch, ed beauty. "I am perfectly misera. bl ! I must, I will go in and sec him ! It was all my fault ! Dc ydu think he will ever forgivc me ?" I don't know, I'm sure," said Emily, dryly; "1-wouldn't in hi place. I'd be revenged ; but yov can go in and see." Kate sprung up overjoyed. Emily grasped hei arm, Saying: "But mind you don't taunt him about his past any more. He's proved himself a gentleman, and above all remem ber it was only because he was an athlete that he was able to hold your horse until be could wrench you from the saddle and toss you out of danger. No other tham a 'strong man could have saved your life. So go in and humble yourself to him." She opened the door and called Radcliffe out. They strolled off together, while Kate glided into the room and flung herself at the feet of the ex athlete. He took his revenge, for whei he got well he married her. [Illustrated Weekly. HOW TO KEEP YOUR WIFE'S LOVE. . Gale Forest gives the following advice in the last Weekly Times. She practices-morally-on the allopathic .principles . of "oppo sites:" . Resolve firmly from the start that you will never coax your wife to love you-as you would a child-with sugar plums. in society, treat her-no, don't treat her at all ; pay no attention to her, but devote yourself with exclusive, zeal to the entertain ment of the young ladies present, and leave her to take care of her self. This course will win yon not only their respect and hers, but undoubtedly that of the entire company-for only fools in these days expect a man to play .lover to his wife. Should your wife receive a show' of attention from some other. mae culine, become a fiend of jealousy at once, and make her life miser able at home by unjust accusatione and~ violent expostulations against such unseemly conduct in your wife. Or, if you are a different sort of a man, act the part of a dog in the matter-never take your wife anywhere yourself, nor allow her if you can help it (and 1. hope you can't) to go with any one else. Should her love not appear to increase under such per. suasive treatment, be still more demonstrative-catch up the carv ing knive occasionally and flourish it threateningly over her shrink ing head, or practice violent "lay ing on of hands" upon her-no thing more effective than man's main strength for holding a wo~ man's love. Never give up a single on,e o: your bachelor habits-smoke yon dozen or more cigars every day, go to your club, treat all the 'fel lows' you meet, belong to a hal. dozen lodges and continue al) your other pet vices, and then never fail to remrark as you hand your wife her weekly allowance which, of course, you have scrimp ed down to the last penny, as be. comes your manly generosity that at this rate of extravagance on her part you shall be ruined it less than a year; and add, as yot bring your clenched fist in con tact with the table in a way x< make your -wife and the dishei shiver in conc ert, "Economy, mad wm, economy -must be the rule an< not the exception in this house bereafter"-as if it had not beei heretofore. Should she