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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. Vol. XIII. WEDNESDAY MOR1TNG, MAY 16, 1877. No. 20. T HE HERALDI IS P'UBL1le? SD EVERY WEDNESDAY MOr\XING, " Se Newberry, S. C. BY TIM. , eGRKRR, Editor and Proprietor. Termss, $2.OO per JJnnum, Invariably in Advance. 130 The paper is stopped at the expiration of time for which it is paid. , ~ The y.4 mark denotes expiration of sub scripton. CVr~ TRUTHS AND TRIFLES. A TURED-DOWNi PAGE. There's a turned-down page, as some writer says In every human life A hidden story of happier days, Of peace amid the strife. A folded leaf that the world knows not A love dream rudely crushed; The sight of a foe that is not forgot, Altho' the voice be hushed, The far distant sounds of a harp's soft strings, An echo on the air; The bidden page may be fall of such things, Of things that once were fair. There is a hidden page in each life, and mine A story mnigbt unfold; But the end was sad of the dream divine It better rests untold. SAVED BYAARFIE ieed the ravings of an angry wo man; nevertheless, I promise there 3hail never be the ghost of a ,hance for the curse to descend." Of course I accepted him, not even asking him what his past ife had been. He told me he had belonged to the army, and he of en amused me by relating inci ients of his travels; but further han that I knew nothing. My parents were both dead, and I was alone, with no one to advise ne; but, for that matter, all eemed to think I was doing re narkably well, for Tom was a eneral favorite. So we were married, and com nenced housekeeping at once in cozy little cottage in the out 3kirts of the town. Oh, how per ectly happy we were ! My hus )and was sober, industrious and ifectionate, while I did all in my >ower to make our home an Eden. I have often thought I was too appy, if such a thing is possible; xt any rate, my happiness was of 3hort duration. We had been married five nontbs when, one evening at a >arty, I noticed that Tom acted atrangely ; he appeared reckless, 2is laugh was loud and boisterous, ind he shunned me. At length some friends whispered that 1 ould do well to get him home, is he was drinking very freely. For a moment I gazed in won ler; their words had no meaning or me; then the awful truth burst ipon me that Tom had fallen, and moaned in agony. "The curse is upon me ! Oh, ?ather in heaven, why should I iave to bear this burden ? Oh, I >ray thee, let me die!" I persuaded him to take me tway, pleading that I was not well, and my white, terror-strick - m face alarmed him so much that ie made all haste to get me home. There were many days of sor ow and nights of silent waiting fter that. He would promise to -eformn, and at first I believed him ; ut the vow once broken could ot be mended, and I soon found here was no hope. I was a Irnkard's wife, and such I must >e as long as we both lived. I thought my lot hard then, but is years rolled on ,and children were born to us, I was miserable ndeed. I dared not dream of the 'uture of my little ones, for over t hung that fatal curse. 'Tis true, found some comfort in the pres mt, for my children were all a nother's heart could desire ; but he awful truth was always before ne : "Their father is a drunkard." I was ambitious, but how dared ,a drunkard's wife, hope my boys would ever rise in life, no matter so abundantly nature had bless. id them ? My two girls, twins, were lovely as fairies, but all I asked for them was that they night be spared a lot like mine. At other times I would be almost rantiec with the galling of the iron bain that kept me bound at the Eoot of the ladder of life, and often n my despair have I prayed God to take at once either the children and me or my husband. Oh, the cruel, cruel curse ! Was Lt always to rest upon me ? My prayers were answered soon r than I expected. I had five bildren ; Charley, a fine, hand some boy of seven, then my twins, Flora and Clara of five, next Frankie of three, and an infant. My girls used often to go for their papa when I feared he would visit the saloon. The children all loved him, for when not under the induence of liquor he was a kind rather, and they were anxious to keep him at home as much as his work would allow. One evening Flora and Clara went forth on their usual errand. They were beautiful children, with lear blue eyes in which you could read their souls, long, golden curls, ainty features, and fair transpa rent complexions. I called them my "t win emblems of purity," and it was a fit simile. Ah, how plainly can I see them now, as they kissed their hands to me, and told me not to fear, for they would see that papa came home safe. Why was it 1 wished to call them back-that I felt as thonegh a heavy Inarl were nprRsiDg upon my heart-as though what had been bright and beautiful now looked dark and chill ? Do com ing events cast their shadows be fore ? When next I saw my darlings they were lying still and cold upon the green river bank. Dead ? Yes, dead, drowned ! The jewels of my heart, that I had .prized so highly, the two pure white buds that I had watched and nursed with such care, and held far dear er than my life, my precious little girls, were dead, drowned in that cruel, cold river. Their father had left his work quite early to go to the saloon, and by the time they arrived he was intoxicated. They coaxed him to come home, but were ashamed to go through town with him, so they went around, where the river was crossed by a foot bridge. When on the narrow bridge he suddenly reeled, and, ere the children knew the danger, all three were in the water. He got out in safety, but my little girls were drowned. Oh, how 1 grieved for my lost nes! And it was then, in my hour of affliction, that I felt the kindness of my neighbors, for all, both old and young, tried to show the sympathy they felt. The words of one old lady, in particular, rise in my memory: "My poor Mary," said she, when I was refusing to be comforted, and rebelling against the will of sod, "you think it hard that your beautiful children should be taken. Do you not know if you were in i garden of flosw ers you would pick >nly the rarest and loveliest ? And surely the Angel of Death will do the same. Beside, Mary, have you not often prayed that they might never know the sorrows you have endured for eight years? And how could they be spared that anguish more surely than by lying as they are now ? It is all for the best, poor, stricken mo ther !" But I could not feel it was bet ter my darlings should be lying there in one coffin, with their wax en ands folded on their bosoms, bolding some pure white blossoms, and their happy hearts stilled for over. And when the cold clods ell upon the coffin with that hard, dull thud, I shrieked aloud in my agony, and was carried fainting from the graveyard. It was many days before I awoke to consciousness, for I was very ill with brain-fever ; butwhbile I lay there, cared for kindly by my husband and the neighbors, my t wo little boys were neglected, and ere I was able to sit up they were laid beside their sisters; so Carley was all I had left. But I did not feel the loss of the babies asi I did the twins, partly because I was too weak to realize the blow, and because I was watching the change in my husband. He felt that the loss of the four children rested upon him self, for were it not that he was intoxicated that evening, they would not have died. He therefore made another vow not to drink, joined the tempe rance order, quitted his old habits, and was in all respects like the Tom of olden times. And I was so full of thankfulness that there was no room for grief. This happened twelve years ago, and the second vow remains unbroken. We were very poor then, depending upon mny needle, and what little work Tom did for our bread. INow we have a pleas ant home, as nearly as possible like the cottage of our young mar ried lhfe. Tom has a lucrative business, and in all respects is do ing well. But, what is better still, our boy gives promise of be coming a good and useful man, and what mother could ask more? We mourn for our lost children, but have learned from experience that it was all for the best; they are spared the troubles of a life on earth, and they have saved their father. I am contented and happy, for though the day dawned in tears it is ending in smiles. If a man cannot be what he wishes to be, let him wish to be wha.t he can. liquor to be drunk upon his prem ises, unless he be a regular inn keeper, and he must have at least three spare beds in his house for guests, and stabling for four horses besides his own. Thousands of dollars have been raised here and in Brooklyn to fight the law, and, if possible, to get it repealed before the legislature adjourns. The tem perance folks have not been inact ive. Meetings have been held all over the State ; petitions are pour ing in by thousands to have the law remain as it is ; and with "a long pull, and a strong pull, and a pull all together," the cold-water army expects to "hold the fort." In Brooklyn, a policeman by the name of Murtha shot and killed a drunken maniac named Loux Loux having shattered another po liceman's arm with a charge of buckshot. A coroner's jury acquit ted him, and I am happy to say that the wounded man will proba bly recover without losing his arm. A man by the name of Golden died three years ago, leaving his two sons over sixty thousand dol lars. They both began a life of the wildest dissipation, and a year ago a wretched, drunken beggar, covered with rags, fell down a cel lar, while in a state of intoxication, and broke his neck. This was the oldest son. Last week, the other son, reduced to the most abject misery and rags, was found dead in the gutter. Found dead and alone. In the roofless street, On his pillow of stone. Score one for Francis Murphy and the cold-water army. On the eastern borders of Brook lyn is a classic region known to geographers as Dutchtown. This famous locality has long divided ,the honors with Crow Hill-sauer kraut and lager being the products of the one, and spitz dogs and little darkies being the strong crops of the other. One of the magnates .of Dutchtown was Peter Denert, a Iwell-to-do Deutscher of sixty-five, who had been in various kinds of business, and had succeeded with the aid of Mrs. Denert and the as sistance of a number of the little Denerts, in laying up something for a rainy day-not but that it is desirable to have something good to take on days when it does not rain, but this excellent figure of speech describes a person in ex ceedingly comfortable circumstan ces. In November last Mrs. Denert was gathered to her fathers, leaving a family of six children behind her. One of these was a child about four years of age, then there were four girls between thirteen and twenty, and a son abouit twenty-two. This young gentleman had been smitten with the charms of a young lady known as the Dutchtown belie. His suit had been successful, and to the bitter grief of all the butch ers and lager brewers of that de lightful locality, it was settled that the nuptials of Kiddy Denert and the Dutchtown belle should come off on New Year's Day. In the meantime, as I have informed you, Mrs.' D. had been called away. Great grief was in the Denert fam ily ; the old man went into hyster ics at the funeral; and one-eyed Becker, who kept the saloon oppo site, said dot he dought his hed vos kracked. Young Denert, out of a decent respect for his mother's memory, agreed to postpone his marriage ; and in the meantime the SDutchtown belle had shown such delicate attention to all the mem bers of the family, that she com pletely won the hearts of the young girls, and made such an impression on the old man that he could not bear to have her out of his sight. ;You have doubtless heard of the earthquake at Lisbon, the destruc tion of Pompeii, the fire at Chicago, and the calamity at the Brooklyn theater-squeeze all these into one, and it might possibly give you a faint idea of the profound sensation in Dutchtown when the annouce -ment was made on the 16th of Jan u ary last that the Peter Denert had married the girl who was to have been the wife of his son! Peter's wife had been buried exactly six fweeks, and he married a girl just forty-five years his junior. His son reproached him with his perfidy, and he kicked himu out of doors. $$$eefl1ne#nz. FoR THE HERALD. BROADBRIM'S NEW YORK LETTER. No. 16. THE WAR NEWS-SCENES ON THE COHE EXCHANGE-STOCKS--TEMPER ANCE-THE GRAND DUKE "THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE NEVER DID RUN SMOOTH." The ukase of the Imperial Mus covite was flashed across the ocean on Tuesday last, and from that hour to the present our stock and corn markets have been one wild scene of turmoil and excitement ; wheat went up as if it had had a charge of nitro-glycerine under it, and corn, responsive to the general rise, got away so fast that a race horse could not have caught it. Woeful faces were seen among the crowd that sold short last week, and predicated large deliveries on a falling market ; and jubilant were the wheat and corn bulls who had laid in large stocks on small mar. gins, and who could now see througb the rising clouds-champagne and deviled crabs at Delmonico's drives on Harlem Lane-medicinal waters at Saratoga-to say nothing of seven-up and draw-poker at Long Branch-and all those other health ful, innocent amusements in whicl the kings of the Corn and Stoct Exchanges do much delight. For a time, the market was sc feverish that it was almost impossi ble to tell what the prices were. You heard a quotation and sale at one end of the room, and before you could reach the other end a change had taken place, and you discovered that your information was utterly unreliable. - Corn jump ed ten cents a bushel at a single bound, and wheat went up ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty cents, till some of the holders thought it was never going to stop; and gold struck 107-the highest quotation since December of 1876. Leading stocks were also affected by the war news ; and the fact that the Russian Bear had crossed the Preuth was a perfect Bonanza to the holders of all kinds of securi ties, if, indeed, we except life insur ance stocks, which, on account o: recent revelations of shortcoming and malfeasance, are slightly under a cloud. Hides began to move somefe weeks ago, and the Swamp, which is usually a quiet, sleepy, respect able sort of place, was suddenly transformed into a regular leather pandemonium, where everybody was trying to play hide-and-go-seek; and by Thursday almost everything had disappeared from the market, from a sheepskin up to an alliga tor's pelt, and, to hear the old leath er men talk, one would have sup posed that South America had bee' swallowed up in an earthquake, and that in future we must look for om fancy gaiters and Shanghai boots to Staten Island and New Jersey these being our nearest foreigi neighbors. While his Imperial dad is getting into an awful fight, and is raising hob generally with His Seren4 Mightiness of the Magnificent Doo: -otherwise known as the Sublim4 Porte-those two royal tars, Alexia and his brother, are having a good time over their spring chickens and caviare, flirting with the girls, and enjoying themselves generally as i: everything was lovely and the goost hung at an indescribable elevation The week has been anything bui peaceful. About three weeks agt we awoke one morning to find thal we had a statute on our law-books which, if justly administered, wouli virtually close nine-tenths of the liquor saloons in the State of New York. Not that the law was new for it has been the law for twent: years ; but so wise were our minis ters of justice and so faithful wer< our excise commissioners and dis trict attorneys, that in all thes' 3 ears not one of them knew a thing about it till a lawyer by the nam< of Munday, after a multitude of de feats, fought it up to the Court o Appeals, and there obtained a fa vorable decision, which makes it nmudemanor for any man to sel He installed the belle as mistress of the house, and when the girls remonstrated he kicked them out too. When they departed, they took part of weir dead mother's wardrobe. The old man had them all arrested for larceny-they had the old man arrested for assault and battery. It was then' discover ed, after they came into court, that all the property was in the mother's name; so they called for c partition of the estate, and it looks now as if the children would get all, and the perfidious old scoundrel, who stole his son's wife, will find himself kicked into the street, with nothing to console him but the loving em brace of the fickle Dutchtown belle. The theaters are still pursuing the even tenor of their way. The two leading theaters-the Union Square and Daly's-as yet show no signs of change. "The Danicheffs," which has been running for months at the Union Square, is one of the very best plays ever produced in America. It is not only the excel lence of the play which commends it, but the splendid manner in which it is produced, and the unrivaled acting to which it gives opportuni ty. To the credit of Messrs. Shook & Palmer, be it recorded that they have done more than any other managers to develop and foster American talent. The success which has followed Mr. Palmer from the first, has been without a parallel in management. No person visiting New York should fail to see "The Danicheffs." This is moving week. All New York and Brooklyn can now be seen loaded up on trucks and hand-carts. Squalling babies, broken furniture, lost cats, and stray children, go to make up the sum of our misfortunes. Hoping to be settled by the time I next write, I am, Yours truly, BROADBRIM. "BEFORE MARRIAGE." Dr. Chas. F. Deems, Pastor of the Church of the Strangers in New York, lectured on the above subject a few nights ago in Au gusta. T he Chronicle and Sentinel says: We have never seen an audience better pleased (the house was we-l1 filled), and we have never listened to a more entertaining discourse. Dr. Deems talks to his audience and he talks to them in a way that takes their hearts by storm. His subject was one that all could appreciate and understand, and it was treated in a way that found favor with everybody. Dr. Deems has that exalted idea of tbe mar riage state which every true man should and does have, and the sen timents of his heart found expres sion in glowing words. The world, he said, owed the Roman Catholic Church a debt of gratitude for the sacredness, the happiness with ~which it had invested marriage. It taught that once married the ~bond was forever, which death only could sever. Would that all the world thought likewise. He would not say that all women should marry ; that was yet an open question, but he did say that all men should marry. He paid a glowing tribute to old maids, many of whom he said were Sis ters of Charity, without the hood -holy women, who went about doing good. We had a practicable example of a bachelor trying to live by himself in old father A dam. But it didn't do, and the fiat went forth, "It is not good for man to be alone." There were some men who would marry, but couldn't. For these he had a deep venera tion. There were others who could marry, but wouldn't. For these he had an abidingcontempt. He advised girls to marry men of character and men to marry truthful women. His discourse was frequently interrupted by ap plause, and when, at nine o'clock, he announced that his hour was over, the audience insisted upon his proceeding. It was a rare and delightful literary treat throughout. An exchange says to sober a drunken man pour water down the spine of his back. Telegraphic puzzles-Crooked stoies seant by a straight wire. IADVERTISING RATES. $1.00 per square (one inch) for first insertion, and 7~5 cents for each mubeqentinsertion. Double column advertisements ten per cent. on above. Notices of meetings, obituaries and tributes of iespect, same rraes per square as ordinary advertiiements. Special Noties in L'csl column 15 cents per line. Advertisements not marked with the nam ber of insertions will be kept in till forbid, and charged accordingly. Special contracts made with large adver tisers, with liberal deductions on above rates. JOB PR1 xdwY DOE WITH NEATNESS AND DISPATCH. TERMS CASH. "THE CONFLICT OF AGES." Men differ on nearly every is. sue. There have always been op posite parties in politics and reli gion, though the measures fought -over one day may be universally -adopted at another, and those sad-. rificed regarded as 'heroes and martyrs. Medicine has also been subject to revolutionary disturb ances. When Drs. Harvey and Jenner announced their discov eries, they were held in contempt Sand ridicule by An incredulous and .ignorant public, yet to-day they Sare received and honored by all as ' benefactors. When Dr. Pierce an nounced his Discovery, many seem ed to doubt, and were skeptical concerning all medicines and doc tors, but proof of merit has dis .pelled all doubt, and to-day the Golden Medical Discovery is the standard remedy in Curing the most obstinate diseases of the liver and blood, having almost entirely THE ELDER AND THE CHIL DREN. The presiding elder of a certair district of Kentucky, in othei years, was a New England man named Hawkias. He was a gen ial, social, easy going man, mak ing friends wherever he went, anc if he did not display great erudi tion in his sermonizing, he at leas1 preached with spirit and with un derstanding. On a certain occa sion the elder paid his first visi1 to an outlying settlement of hii district, having been notified thal while there he would find quarteri with Brother Buford. The da3 was just closing when he arrivec at the dwelling of Brother Bu ford, and his host, expecting him was on hand to receive and wel come him, which was done righ1 warmly. His horse was given t< the care of a servant, and witt his saddle bags upon his arm, hE followed his guide into the house where he was presented to Mrs Buford,-a pleasant faced, smiling woman, in the prime of life, whc welcomed him in a manner thai made him feel at home at once She took his saddle bags, anc gave him a seat, and shortly with her husband, sat down for i chat. The day was declining, and the night creeping on, and as the can dles had not yet been lighted, tb low studded room, shaded by th< broad roof of the piazza, grew t< be quite gloomy as the conversa tion progressed. They had talked of the weather, of the crops, of the progress of civilization, and of the spread of the Gospel, when a doo was opened, letting in the grate ful aroma of broiling chicken and g;iddle cakes, and also, giving in gress to a bevy of children-sil of them. The elder, a little neal sighted at best, in the gathering gloom could only distinguish thai the children were all young, parl boys, and part girls. The fore most was a boy, who came boldly forward, and whom the eldei caught by the arm. "Aha, my little one, what ii your name ?" "Johnny Buford, sir."' "A fine boy, I declare !" And he kissed the sturdy shaver upoi the-cheek. He knew such thingi were pleasing to parents, and thet he was fond of children. The next was a girl. "Now,,my little lady, what ii your name ?" "I'm Sissy Buf'ord, sir." "And I hope you try to be good little girl." And he gav her a hearty smack. And so he went through wit! the lot. He heard the host and the hostess titter, and he fancied that the good woman held het handkerchief over her mouth, and that the q iair in which Mr. Bu ford sat shook as though its occe pant had an ague fit. "A fine lot of children," declared: the elder. "What treasures they are in a household. Ah I how ] pity the man and wife who are condemned to live on, year after year, without blessed children. You must be proud of your fain ily, Brother Buford." At this point Mrs. Buford could contain herself no longer. The compressed handkerchief was oa no avail. She burst into a laugb long and hearty, and her husband uproariously followed suit. The elder was astounded. Whal could it mean ? Just then two servants entered one to bring lighted candles, and the other to announce that supper was ready. And then the good elder saw There stood the six children beautiful children I-their ebony faces gleaming in the candlelighi like so many aces of spades-littli woolly headed babies, every one Mr. and Mrs. Buford had neve> had children of their own, an< they had petted these juvenil< darkeys until the jetty little ras cals had become as irrepressibl< on the premises as so many favor ite cats and dogs. Mrs. Buford laughed again whet she saw the elder vigorously wip ing his lips ; but over the we] filled supper table the tide of feel ing was soon turned to forgetful ness of the ludicrous fatx pas.