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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. Vol. XII WEDNESDAY MORNING, JANUARY 3, 187. No. 1. "Hush, Betsy ! He's got more money. Let him be, and he'll be sure to spend it before he goes home. i'll have the kernel of the nut, and his wife may have the husk !" With a sniff and a snap Betsy } Tindar a urndd away, and shortly aferwar d Tom Drey lifted him self upon his elbow. "Ah, Tom, are you awake ?" "Yes." "Then rouse up and have a warm glass." Tom g-t upon his feet and stead ied himself. "No, Peter-I won't drink any more to-night." "it won't hart you, Tom-just a glass." "I know it wont, said Tom, but toning up his coat by the solitary button left. "I-know-it-won't!" And with this he went out into the chill"airof midnight. When he had got awey from the shadow of the tavern, he stopped and looked up at the stars ; and then he looked down upon the earth. "Aye," he muttered, grinding his heel into the gravel, "Peter Tindar is taking the kernel, and leaving to poor Ellen the worthless husk-a husk worse than worthless I-and I am helping him to do it-I am rob bing my wife of joy-robbing my children of honor and comfort robbing myself of love and life just that Peter Tindar may have the kernel and Ellen the husk ! We'll see !" It was a revelation to the man. The tavern keeper's brief speech, meant not for his ears, had come uon his senses as fell the voice of the Risen One upon Saul of Tarsus. "We'l see !" he replied, setting his foot iiri"my upon the ground; and then he wended his way home ward. On the following morning he said to his wife: "Ellen, have you any coffee in the house ?" '-Yes, Tomn." She did not tell him that her sister had given it to her. She was glad to hear .him ask for coffee instead of the old, old cider. "I wish you would make me a cup, strong and good." There was really music in Tom's voice, and the wife set about the work with a strange flutter at her heart. Torn drank two cups of the strong. fragrant coffee, and then went wut-went out with a resolute step, and walked straight to the great manifactory, where he found Mr. Scott in the office. "Mir. Scott, I want to learn my trade over again." "Eh-Tom 1 What do you mean ?' "I mean that it's Tom Darcy, come back to the old place, asking forgiveness for the past, and hoping to do better in the future." "Tom!I" cried the manufacturer, star ting forward and grasping his hand, "are you in earnest ? Is it really the old Tom ?" I"It's what's left of him, sir, and well have him whole and strong vey soon if you'l1 only set him at work." "Work i Aye, Torn, and bless you too! There's an engine to be set up and tested to-day. Come with me." Torn's hands were weak and un steady, but his brain was clear, and under his skillful supervision the engine was set up and tested ; bat it wvas not perfect. There were mistakes which he had to correct, and it was late in the evening when the work was complete. -How is it now, Tom ?" asked Mr. Scott, as he came into the test in- house, and found the workman ready t'o depar't. "Sh e's all right, sir. You may gv ou: warrant without fear." 'God bless you, Tomn! You dont know how like sweet music the old voice sounds. Will you take your old place again'?" "Wait till Monday mor-ning, sir. If ycou offer it to me then, I will take it." At the litle cottage Ellen Darcy's dutteing heart was sinking. That morning, after Tomn had gone, she had found a two dollar note in the cofee cup. She knew that ho had left it for her. She had been out -and bo'ught tea. and sugar, and flour ta,a i .s a.n a bit of tender steak ; and all day long a ray of light had been dancing and shim mering before her-a ray from the blessed light of other days. With prayer and hope she had set out the tea table, and waited, but the sun went down and no Tom came. Eight o'clock-and almost nine. Oh! was it but a false glimmer, af ter all? Hark! The old step !-quick, strong, eager for home. Yes-it was Tom, with the old grime upon his hands, and the odor of oil upon his garments. "I have kept you waiting, Nel lie ?" "Tom !" "I didn't mean to, but the work hung on." "Tom! Tom ! You've been to the shop ?" "Yes-and I'm to have the old place, and" "Oh, Tom !" And she threw her arms around his neck and covered his face with kisses. "Nellie, darling, wait L little while, and you shall have the old Tom back again." "Oh, Tom, Tve got him now bless him ! bless him ! My own Tom!-my husband !-my darling!" And then ..Tom Darcy realized the full power and blessing of wo man's love. It was a banquet of the gods. was that supper-of the household gods all restored-with the bright angels of peace, and love, and joy spreading their wings over the board. On the following Monday morn ing Tom Darcy assumed his old place at the head of the great ma chinery shop, and those who thor oughly knew him had no fear of his going back into the slough and the joylessness. A few days later Tom met Peter Tindar en the street. "Eh Tom, old boy, what's up ?" "I am up-right side up." "Yes-a-I see. Bat I hope you havent forsaken us, Tomn." "I have forsaken only the evil you hold in store, Peter. The fact is, I concluded my wife and little ones had fed on husks about long enough, and if there was a good kernel left in my heart, or in my manhood, they should have it." "Ah-you heard what I said to my wife that night ?" "Yes, Peter ; and I shall be grate ful to you for it as ]ong as I live. My remembrance of you will always be relieved by that tinge of warmth and brightness." And Peter Tindar went home and meditated. Somehow he did not feel like holding up his head as he met his feliowmen. If he had a thought that Tom Darcy might fall back, he was mistaken. The hand of God had been in that work, and one of God's own chosen angels-a true and loving wifd-was a helper and sustainer.-L edger. A Wni's Powa.-A good wife is to a man wisdom, strength and cour age ; a bad one is confusion, weak ness and despair. 1'o condi ion is hopeless to a man where the wife pos: esses firmness, decision and economy. There is no outward proprietor wvhich can cou.nteract in dolence, extravagances and folly at home. No spirit can long endure bad influence. Man is strong, but his heart is not adamant. He needs a tranquil mind, and especially if he is an intelligent man, with a whole head, he needs its moral force in the conflict of life. To recover his composure, home must be a place of peace and comfort. Tere his soulrenews its strength, and goes forth with renewed vigor to encounter the labor and troubles of life. But if at home he finds no rest, and there is~ met with bad tem per, calousy and gloom, or assailed with complaints and censure, hope vanishes, and he sinks into despair. There is an artist in Hartford who paints trout in oil colors with such fidelity to nature that he is afraid - to duplicate them in water colors, for fear they will swim away. A Troy- man wanted his $600 horse clipped so that he would shine, and a few days after clipping the animal was shining up to a bone Is PUB~LISfE"D :Ei Wj;DNESDAY 1iOBNING, lb .NeWierry, S. C. E.Iifor and. yr oprietor . 7 is at ''n tt:~ expirationl 0f ~tt ~ a~Iit is t aid." Th- m..r:: deavtcs t!xpiratioll of sub [' romu the Sav' nnah News. j Whe': :,utumn mnists ur'furl their fl.gs, Ad aun;tmn le' v,;s are dying, W ben .hrun,.h the hra ichez, shorn anid sere, The au'umu win'is nre sigi; \Vhe ini th,! zaies he brooks awake And iearn their win?rv clamour, Wbc'i hill and g eil andI bremnblc brake Throw off theit''sinmer glamour; When all the earrli stagnates and swoons, Its day of life being ended, Than, then the soul-mnists wake and rise, In strange dizorde.r ble:ide1; Come forms and ffces from the past, Come thoughts and dreams once cherished, Coxne sccneQ we trod when hope was strong, Ere youth's bright days bad perished. Fonout their cobwebbed niches stalk, Like p~hantomn's p%le aaid hoary, Dead friends, dead loves, dead passions merged In the lire-woof of their story; As when a harp is struck with might, Its dc?ea chords wail and quiver, Sc) tai-ills the heart when thought flows down Ot! : emory's lucid river. The river flows with echoing sound --' Through scenes the soul remembers, ci~~s stupeactiJn was not sound "'he dead (iJma m.d i~ft hi~ PAY FOR YOUR PAPER. The why of it is this : A ma writes, "I want your paper, but ai not willing to pay in advance for i If you are afraid to trust me for year, I am afraid to trust you. Ho do I know that you will send m the paper for a year ?" Such com undrums mark the conservatism c at least one careful man. There i no reason why he should trust u with a dollar and a half, pe: haps it is best that he should no There is no reason why a druggiE should ask pay for the medicine b sells before it operates, or that railroad company should ask pa for a ticket before the ride is fix ished, or that a carpenter shoul ask pay for building a house till i is worn out and the owner move away. It costs many thousands of do lars to buy a good printing ofic< and make ready for printing newspaper. Paper, ink, labor, an all these little accessories to a pi per cost the money in advance. W have not the means necessary t furnish ten thousand persons eac with a newspaper for a year, the to employ a score of men to collec bills all over the country, unless w charge at least ten dollars a yes for the paper. It is better for . te thousand men to pay each one do lar and a half a year in advanc< than for us to have ten thousan dollars scattered.all over the com try, two thirds of which we cannc collect. A man can easily forgE to piy what he owes for the pape: He can move away and never t found, no matter how much the publisher may be in need of tv dollar or two the subscriber ma owe. It is not easy for a newsp per to disappear. The editor wh has the earnings and reputation < a life-time invested in a busines and who has built up a ne.wspapt to a large circulation, is not apt I cheat a man out of one dollar an a half, more or less, for an une: pired newspaper subscription. Another thing. We should neve take a paper edited by a man v could not trust with the price < the paper. If you have no mo: confidence in us and .our busines honesty than to be afraid to trn us, keep your money. We cann< afford to give credit to everybod; and it would be unfair to discrinm nate. For a number of years v have been printing a newspape and never yet have failed to set the paper each week to the persou who have paid 'for it. It is n< likely that we shall commence b~ ing dishonest now. We canrio without making a great change our manner of conducting busines give a dribbling credit all over ti country. We are not afraid. trust our correspondent with a dc lain and a half, but prefer to ha' him read his own paper than 0r he has not paid for. He buys pound of tea, and partakes there day after day till it is used up. I purchases a pair of boots, and f< a year has the wearing of ther He pays the minister five dolla: for performing the marriage cer mony that unites him to his wif but, according to his own rule, I should not pay the marriage ft till his wife expires, so he cou] have the use of both wife and mn ney. Will the man sell us a barr of pork and wait for his pay till til last piece is cooked and eaten i so, we can tell him where he et find just such customers for all i pork he can raise.-Exchange. Of all women, she is most tol pitied who has a hesitating admire who boggies about popping tl question. He is worse than a bo one. How perfectly satisfacto: was the conduct of that brave P ritan, who rode up to the door the house of the girl of his choic and having desired her to be aall< out to him said, without circum] cution: "Rachel, the Lord ha sent me to marry thee !" when tl girl answered, with usual pro.nl ness and devotion : "The Lori will be done !" When a man looks moody is it A PIGEON ROOST. A Southland (Mo.) paper d, scribes the pigeon roost there the year as follows : Pigeons have con n into this part of the country b n millions. Of evenings the sky t. darkened with them in the neigl a borhood of Dr. Dodson's, on tv v Auglaize. They have made Do e son's farm their headquarter. an 1 i at nights the trees and underbrus > are loaded down with multitude: s-i As this roost is but a short distanc 8 from our house we have had ampl r- opportunity to watch their manet t. vers, and to hear the incessant n ois ;t they make. A little before sur :e down large armies of pigeons ar a seen coming from different point y of the compass, but each arm, 1- passes onward as if they intende d to change their roosting plac' it After awhile they return and sett! d on the trees around the roost, no many of them nearer than a mile c 1- the place. They make sudde: , lights from these trees, and th a sound of their wings is like that c d a great storm. There is a constan 6- roaring in the air as myriads of th e birds fly to and fro. About dar: o they fly toward the roost, and for in long time they fly round and rounc n and have the appearance of bee t swarming, although the vast nun e ber and tornado-like roaring the r make surpasses anything in th n power of man to describe. Afte 1- a while they alight on the trees an 3, bushes, and the limbs are ben d downward, often are broken of 1- The pigeons keep up a constar it chattering which can be heard fc st miles away. They are never sti r. during the night. So far as slee e is concerned, such a thing is out ( 6t the question with a pigeon. The e -are disturbed by themselves, suc ,y throngs assembling in a spot thi i- none. can be still for a moment, an .o the incessant discharging of flr4 >f arms among them causes them t S, change their location almost coi Vr stantly. This roost is visited eveI o night by crowds of men, some wit d guns and others with poles, whie i- they use in thrashing down the p geons that happen' to be at t1 ar point struck. Hundreds are kille re every night ; but when .light a) >f pears the vast armies again go fort e with apparently as much- vigor a ;S ever. Pigeons have been killed i 3t New York with undigested rice i >t their crops, which they had ev y, dently gathered in the ricefields< i- the Carolinas. From these an re other circumstances it has been 6 r, timated that a pigeon flies at tl .d rate of a mile a minute. Imagin is then, millions upon millions < >t these birds, all on the wing at i e- same time, over a scope cf counti t, not more than two miles squar n and a faint idea of the noise the s, make may be obtained. But r ie one can ever fully imagine what bo pigeon roost is or how much noi: >- they make until one is seen at r heard. There is an abundance< i mast here now, and we suppor a the pigeons will remain here uni of it is all gone. One curious cireut [ stance is that in the neighborhoc >r of this pigeon roost we never see n pigeon from the time they leave es the morning until they return e- the evening. They are not eatir , the mast here at all, but somewhe: 1 they are all feasting luxurianti se for they are all fat. o- How TO MAKE MOTHER HAPPY. el "Why, mother, how bright at e cheerful you look to-night ! Wh If has happened V" m "'I feel very happy, my dear, bn ie cause my little boy has really tri< to be good all day. Once, wh< his sister Katie teased him and I e' spoke qick and cross to her, I rturned round of his own accor e and said he was wrong, and askt Id her to forgive him. I believe rshould grow young and never lo< utired or unhappy again, if, eve: of day, my little boy and girl were ethoughtful, unselfish and loving athey have been to-day." o- Here's a grand secret for yo tlittle ones. And now that you knc dhow to make mother happy, m: >you keep her face always full l's, sunshipe IA Milwaukie girl's ears will we a out four pair of brass ear,ringet 7OB~. IiE IAD BEEN TO TIIE CEN TENNIAL. s A bashful appearing man stepped e into the editorial room the other y evening, and edging up to the ta s ble of the managing editor, hat in i- hand, said, in a hesitating way : e "You like little items for your t. paper, I suppose?" .l "Certainly," replied thr editor b "a newspaper, like life, is made up i. of little items. What have you to e offer ?" e "Well," said the bashful man. playing with his. hat band, "my e name is Smith, JEohn Smith, and I've just got home." C. "Glad to see you back again, Mr. imith; been gone long'?" "I've been," said Mr. Smith, with tremour of pride in his voice, "to :he Centennial, and if you want to uake a little notice"- - "WLat !" cried the editor, spring ing to his feet, "you've been to the 3 er tennial ? And you've got back? 'xive us your hand ; I'm delighted f co see you. Spear, let me introduce t you to John Smith. John has been e to the Centennial." Spear shook hands very warmly wi-h Mr. Smith, and then ran to the aperture communicating with s the reporters' room below and shouted: "O'Shaunnessey, come y in here, quick, here's a man that's e been to the Centennial !" r Then O'Shaunnessey bounced in, I followed by his assistants, all of t whom embraced the bewildered F. Smith war1y, and epressed grail t fication it afforded them to meet a i man who had been to the great 11 national Exhibition. Word got p down stairs, somehow, and several if others came up stairs at a tearing y rate to gaze upon the individual b who had been to the Exposition. .t It was too .much for the modest' d man to bear, and murmuring some thing about making an item of his o return if they wanted to, he hur ried out just in time to meet on the v stairs the foreman and thirty-two b compositors, all eager to get a b glimpse of the man who had "been i. o the Centennial." d Tainowx IxTo TIlE HoUSE.--"My son," said a pious father the other b lay to his hopeful son, "you did . not saw any wvood for the kitchen n stove yesterday, as I told you to ; 1 you left the back gate open and 'let the cow get .out; you cut off Seighteen feet of the clothes line to d make a lasso ; you stoned Mr. Rob Sinson's pet dog and lamed it ; you e put a bardshell turtle in the hired ~girl's bed ; you tied a strange dog Ito Mr. Jacobsen's door bell; and e painted red and green stripes on y the logs of old Mr~s. Polaby's white a pony, and hung your sister's bustle Y out in the front window. Now, 0 what am I, what can I do to you f3r' a such conduct ?" e "Are all the counties heard d from ?" asked the candidate. I '-No trifiing, sir ; no, I have yet e several reports to receive from il others of the neighbors," replied Sthe father sternly. d "Then," replied the boy, "you a will not be justified in proceeding n to extreme measures until the n official count is in." g Shortly afterward the election e was thrown into the house, and Y before half the votes were canvassed it was evident, from the peculiar in tonation of the applause, that the - boy was badly beaten. t HErP EACH OTHE.-i father was walking one day in the fields e with his two children. The wind dwas blowing over a flne field of ripe a corn, and making the golden ears le wave i ke the waves of the sea. ie "is it not surprising," said one-.of , the children, "that the wind does dnot break the slender stalks of the Scorn? >k "My child," said the father, "see yhow flexible the stalks are !They ibend before the wind and rise again s when the wind has passed over them. See, too, how they help to nsupport each other. A single stalk W would soon bend to the ground, 7 but so many growing close togeth f! er help to keel) each other up. If we keep together when the trou bles of life come on us like a stormy swind; we shall keep each other ip, a en one.'-tiying. to stand alone wonld fall." BABIES. We love babies, and everybody who does love babies. No man Las music in his soul who don't love ba bies. Babies were made to b loved, especially girl babies when they grow up. A man isn't worth a shuck who hasn't a baby. and the same rule applies to women. A baby is a spring day in winter ; a hot-house rose in mid winter ; a ray of sunshine in frigid winter ; and. if it is healthy, and good na tured, and you're sure it's yours, it is a bushel of sunshine, no matter how cold the weather. A man can not be a helpless case Ao long as he loves labies-one at a time. We love babies all over, no matter how dirty they are. Babies were born to be dirty. We love babies be cause they are babies, and because their mothers were lovable and love ly women. Our love for babies is only bounded by the number of ba bies in the world. We always look for babies, we do, with anxiety and paternal affection ; we do, indeed we do. We always have sorrowful feelings for mothers who have no babies, and don't expect any. Wo men always look down-hearted who have no babies ; and men who have no babies always gamble, and drink whiskey, and stay out nights trying to get music in their souls; but they can't come in. Babies, are babies, and nothing will take their place. Pianos play out, and good living plays out, unless there's a baby in the house. We've tried it; we know, and we say there's nothing like a baby. Babies are a produc tive subject, and we intend to talk more about babies. in the future. We intend to teH our young friends if they want 'o be happy in this world they must have a baby in the house-one of their own is prefer able. Babies stimulate exertion : they make a young man scratch gravel ; and in this view of the case, they are all the while laying golden eggs A man is hardly ever worth three red cents until he gets a wife and baby. They push him to it. While he is making enough for thei support, he is sure to have some thing over. To Boy .om T HOT C3EsTrs. -A small urchin just large enough to wear pants, and probably with his first pair on with pockets, stepped up to a street stand and purchased five cents' wo1th of hot roast chestnuts. The chestnut yen der, pitying his tender years, as sisted his customer to empty the measure into his little pockets. Soon the nuts began to feel warnm -they became uncomfortable-they burn, and the little fellow could stand it no longer and commenced to cry and dance up and dowi with pain. The ch-estnut vender tried to extract 'the nuts, but his hands were too large to get intc the pockets. The cries and anties ~of the sufferer increased. Tb( Italian became excited, and witi commendable ingenuity seized th boy by the heels and shook him head down, until the chestnuts rolled out on the aidewalk. WitI tears of joy the boy went in searcl of his mother. The masses of England believ4 that Russia will gobble up aboni half of Turkey before the Englisl Government begins to get mad. Nobody knew that Indiana had a philanthiopist until one Mr. Peel died the other day and scatterec half a million dollars around. A Canadian tug boat captait thinks he could shoot Niagara Falls with his boat and come out al right. He will try it for $10,000. After all, says an old doctor there are only two kinds of disease one of -which you die, the other o which you don't. In your engagements, be carefu in what you promise ; but whet you have committed yourself, keel your promise faithfully. A Philadelphia woman, it is said swore that her husband's conduc was enough to "irritate an angel." Cunniog and honesty dou o :i "t: einvit i2sert,~d t: tbe z*'5. G~O *r squatrQ-oue inor--fur&irat ii t,Piou, ud. f.~ or eacll sut):q~uen~ insertion. Dn>till eulumn2 advertisements tenper cbat on Share Notices of mcetinrs,obituaries and tr3b 4 ;Jt' CC: r. ,^'i,e rates per square as orftzi adv ertheatents. Stecial noticr~ i o'cal colamu 15 cent Adet=: , : r the num ber of ic~:.'' .. * e;t iii till forbid and~~a er;2'~ ti cr ~, tti t:. : . i (i .u V 1Ue rates Dune witi Neatness ai:d Dispatch Terins Cash. Goon ADvicE.-Before you start from home pin this bit of earnest, well meant intention of truthful suggestion in your hat. The market for loafers is always. "lutted. The greater the loafer Lhe less the reward. Any boy who; Wishes can become a genfleman. A=id there are a few things, a,gn tleman never does. He will always ;"e idy in his dress. He -iM.be as ,:(t tful not to offend persons as he is to keep his face clean. He will not make it a habit of telling pro r'ane and vulgar stories. He will never be loud-mouthed or over ')eaiina to his inferiors. This mark of character always marks the snob and disagreeable egotist. He will n~ever lift his voice in a small room as though he was in the field driv ing oxen. He will never speak so as to wound or pain the heart of ilis inferiors. He will never boast that he is better than his compan ions, and thus incar the disgust of men of sense. He will never boast his superior family connections, or o"ive those hei isn wihtnderstand