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THE HERALD &VERY WEDNESAY 901NING,3 BY TH09. F. GMEEKER, Editor and Proprietor. T erms, $2.00 iper .Juum3 IsTariably in AdVanCe. rd- The paper Is stopped at the expiration 0e time for whic It is paid. WBbeqY9 Sn.WE N Do ag- The X mark denotes expiration of sub eol. XV11. NE A Family Cmpanion, DvotedrtopLteratsameMiratllaperNewquarercasaure, Mrkets, &c V XIINE BERYb.e.,WENEDA,,PIL27.181 N..7 Aer TIIlineAES Advertisements ntemred at the rt $10 e qacrd oinch frfistiset E d it r a n ? r o p ie tOa nde 7 5 ent r s w il ea s u e et in s et io oon above NoticesI_M^_har find t.hAn o e in gs, ithuarie oferepect sameratepper quar as, Invarialy inrdvane. 1i. (./ T. paper I stodpvdatithementsatnon marked__with__t-e tisee, wir wibeachd Ittins onabov cription.e4makeotseprtoofsbNE B R ,S.C,W D E D Y AP I 27 181No 17TE SCSH - ~...i~. .... 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SYMPTOMS OF A TORPID LIVER LssMofa mtte.auseboWb o2s* in teHeadwith a dull sensau0on he back Pain under the should 51i, ~?ilessafter eating, with a di, ginabion to exertion of bod or mi lingmory,withg a lected some . weariness, milane yes, Yellow e, etle nas at night, highly colored Urine. [FlE WARNG8SABUNHED1 3ERIOUS DISEASES WILL SOON BE DEVELOPI 2:Uwrg pMWL are especially aftpted mch cases,one dose effects suchachan Oe feeling as to astonish the sufferer. Theyinerease te Appetite, and cause ey to Take on Fles thus the syste= and by theirTonleAcUouon I TUTT'S HAIR DYI 1"y HAM O oTISES cAngto seza 3LAcK by a ingle aplcauion of this VMx prts a nata ol at instatame 1old byDruggists, or sent by erpres on receipt of Offlce, 35 Murray St., New Yov sX at palubdbrwatsm MW 10STETTER CELEBRATED STOXACH ~ITTE hoeting Chills Down the BaC )ul pain in the limbs, nausea, biliousne tre symptoms of approaching fever and ag Jsewitout delay Hostetters Stomach] ers. which substitutes for the chilly sensat L genial warmth, regulates the stomach, mparts tone to the liver. The bowels, tomach and the biiary gland being resto o a healthy condition, the disease is c 1uered at the outset. For sale by all Dr psts and Dealers generally. . B. LEONAR] Dealer in GROCERIES, Wines, Liquors, Sega Tobacco, &c. Respectfully informs the public that tock is full and complete in all lines. hoice Goods, Low Prici POLITE ATTENTION. lai Street, Newberry, S. Nov. 24 48 tf I AGEN' We want a limited number of active, rg~taicrc busines. Good men idtiraechance TO MAKE MONEY. Such will please answer this a.dver nent by letter, enclosing stamp for re itating what bus-ness they have been paged In. None but those who mean1 iess need apiLE H RVEY & CO Nov17.1880-47-2y. Atlanta, 4 PAVILION HOTE CHARLESTON, S. C. This popular and centrally located E das been entirely renovated during the ummer and was REOPENED to the tr ing public on August 16,1880. Terms, $2 and $2.5() per Day. T.E. GATL LARDJ Nov. 17, 47-tf. PROPRIEt( Mwith its theory of the OAWSMI iuton of ma rom mials and his extinction at death thrown. A personal God and an et dltanc foMatena nm dethroned. Wave heory of Sound. taught in col nd high scools for,00ea, ov Science and the most remarkable boC thsor ay other age. Royal Octav very superior likenesses of the great tists of the age, $2 by mail post-paid.] and Traveling Agents Wanted. Circ with table of contents and "opinions o Press" free to all -SC EL.C Apr. 6,14-it. 52 Broadway, New Y< Election is Over Now go and bear the votes count CL ARK'S GALLERY, where the fiues Works that have ever been exh,ibit bewberry, are on exhibition. And there sit for your picture, and take to homes some of their superior photogr We warn you that delays are dange go ere it is too late. *Mr. W. H. Clark feels confident, af t experience of fifteen years, t.hat nh produce a class of work that will and give perlect satisfaction. Copying old pictures and enlarg any desired side, also reducing t smallest, a specialty. For style and quality of work, rel the editor of this paper. CLARK BRI otirD!. - THE MODERN FARMER. The pipe of the quail in the stubble field; The scent of the new mown hay; And all the day long the shout and the song U Of the reapers so far away. The restless racket amid the grain. The noise of the reaping machine; And ever again the howl or pain Comes over the meadow green. Oh! Sweet is the field where the meadow lark Bits And sings as it soars and dives; Where the granger sits and roars as he gets 0 His fingers among the knives. No longer we hear on the hillside serene, The scythe-stone's clinkety-clink; Bu' the reaping machine cuts his leg off, I ween, Before ever the man can think. Fe i- With forebodings and tears the good wife hears The man of the house say "good-bye;" To return, in sooth, with a horse-rake tooth ge Sticking four inches out of his eye. be A When the threshers come in with halloo and be din, . How burdened with sorrow the hour, 0 When they pause to scan what is left of the man y Chawed up by an eight-horse power. It OhI lithe and listen! From over the hills, ,k. What voice for the doetcr begs? 'Twas the stoker who fell, and awful to - tell, The steam barrow ran over his legs. 4 Thus all day long, with mirth and song, They laugh at the dread alarms; Though the waving field shall its harvest yield Of fingers and legs and arms. Then pity the sorrows of a poor old granger, Whose mangled limbs have borne him to fence; Who braved with reckless courage untold danger, And run his farm with modern imple ments. -Burlington Hawkeye. ittha ft"Ng. TIE LAST LOVE. -0 SS, Wilhelm Ecsburger was a great it muscular fellow of the village of ion nd A in Prussia, and an accom the red plished dancer and swordsman. 3& He had, however, accommodated - himself to the comparatively D sleepy valley in which be lived, and needed a waking up. His lather, with an old crony and partner, Hans Hoferdahl, had made and mended watches in the old, dingy shop, where their fa ther had filed and hammered be hs fore them. Their life was about as unvarying as the flat-faced Stimneplece behind the cobwebs in tbe show window. * It chanced that various ripples were beginning to come into the rvalley to disturb the course of nature. It was rumored that the 7' king was preparing for war, and 'such young men as Wilhelm sit would be needed for the army. wl Besides this, old Hans had caught the emigration fever to America, tie- and had sold whatever be had eto sell, except his big pipe, >u his flute, and his daughter Chris a. tine. He sold his share in his -shop to Wilhelm's father. Chris tine wept at the departure, for heold village had been very dear to her, and her motber's grave was there. The effect on oUse Wilhelm was such that he rubbed a-his great black eyes, and could scarcely realize that the whole thing was else than a dream. Pretty soon, however, Wilhelm's s eyes took note of a gloomy differ R- ence in the ways of his father. e-The old man came to neglect his Spipe, his beer and his work. and r1the neighbors said that Hans The Hoferdahl had broken his old n t friend's heart by going away. of The poor old man soon died. ning To Wilhelm, after his father's Adeath, the shop and everything in tY it became distasteful. He tried to kwork, but the very ticking of the - watches was insufferably oppres . sive, and the absence of' the two ed at old men rendered confinement to enthe place insu pportable. Wil while helm himself made sale of both your house and shop, and when the rons: sales were all completed, and the entransfers duly made, he stood in Scan the moonlight one evening, and >lease gazing at the home no longer hIs, g to snliloquized thus: > h 'I think I could almost break era to my heart, for I did love that house. But I couldn'tetay there wnLh tho empty places. There were too many v-nct ;umvr t didn't speak. Alas ! what shall I V do now ?' Hii, question was answered for! him. Napoleon had determined, t in his old age, that he must fight V the Germans, and the king h-d b made his call for troops. Wil- I helm was sure be loved his 'Va derland,' and so was ready to leave y the sleepy old village, but not c without sadness, for he had been so long in the locality that it v was not surprising he had learned t to love it. There followed swift marching comtortless camping and a good s deal of very hard fighting. Be ing big and strong and brave, and every day growing more and more intelligent, Wilhelm himself t won glory-that is, three or four t slight wounds, a medal, promo- t tion, the compliments of his com- E manding officer and the envy of 1 his comrades. The war was brief. and before a great while he found r himself his own master again, c though mtill within the scope and F control of army regulations, for I no German of Wilhelm's age is c ever beyond them, and he said to N himself: 'Well, I loved the army. I know I could love glory with all my v heart. I think it must have been t growing a good deal during the a war. There is more room in it v than I knew of, and yet is always y full. 1 will go and take a look at % the old village, and the house and c the shop, and will listen to see if t I can hear Christine's voice; if I don't hear her, what then ? Well, t [ think I will just ask my heart I about it.' All this time old Hans Hofer- v :ahl had known very little of s what had taken place in the vil lage they had left behind them. - They had written home to their n ld neighbors, but very little in- t ormation had come back to h them. They had heard of old Eesburger's death, and of Wil- n helm's enlistment in the war, and a t4at was nearly all. Hans had p not landed on the shores of the c new world a pauper, and tried to u settle down as a man of property End substance, and be happy. 'If poor old Ecsburger were with me,' he said to Christine, 'I would be so happy.' Christine said very little, but her bright American home be came dreary enough at times, when she shut her eyes and let her thoughts go back to the old sleepy village. She listened very silently whben her father said: 'I believe Wilhelm behaved 1 himself well in the army. There's good blood in the Ecsburgers, andt Wilhelm is a fine boy.' 'He must be a man by this 1 time,' said Christine. And then she thought what a very tall, fine looking man he must be, and how well he would appear in his uni form.4 But when after a while there was news of peace, and they beard that the army was going home to be disbanded, old Hans Hoferdahl grew strangely thoughtful, and Christine tried in vain to arouse him. One autumn morning he said to her : 'All the other soldiers are going home. I think it is pretty near time for me to go too.' 'To Germany,father?' exclaimed Christine, with a sudden light in her eyes. 'No,' solemnly replied the old man ; 'Germany is not the only fatherland. I am a very old sol dier, and think this is my last campaign.' Christine understood him then. A few weeks later she found her self sitting alone in the house, wvhile the chilly winid that whistled past the windows was freighted with the first white harbingers of tie winter. To her it seemed a cold, forlorn and empty sort of a world, and when her thoughts wandered to the village where she was born, she could but im agine the old shop as closed and the snowflakes beating against the spider-webbed windows. The door bell rang, but Chris tine did not bear it. The servant admitted somebody, but she did not know it, until she was con .eja of a heavy aten almost be oice said to her: for 'Christine ! Christine!' wh She looked up in the face of a He all, erect, noble-looking man, who self Pore upon his breast a medal of tha onor, and wbose eyes were abso- thr tely radiant. act 'Christine,' he said again, 'do ins ou understand me? I have the ome.' cia Her heart was overburdened giv Pith delight and it seemed as if tha he old German home had come per Pith him. She arose and threw I e icr arms around his neck, and my aid, with tears in her eyes, '0 cha Vilhelm, I'm so happy! so glad so on have come!' die Some hours later, as they sat an >y the grate in the phrlor where rar he fire burned warm and cheerily, wa bey exchanged stories of all that sht lappened to them. At length libi Vilhelm said to her: pla 'Ah, Christine, I did not know fail nyself when you went away. I wa lid not know I had a heart; but I cal oon began to find it out. One sio ove after another seemed to wake tio p and speak to me, to tell me it he as there, until at last the big- wa est love of all came to life, and it ha rew and grew till it crowded out ed .11 the others and filled up every. iat hing, and then I had to come pai cross the ocean to find you. But on ho would have dreamed that as on had kept anything for me, ho vaiting all this time for me to evi ome ? I was terribly afraid about int hat.' . wi 'Oh, I don't know,' said Chris- ag ine. 'I don't understand it at all. the 0l the time it has seemed as if I ma vere only waiting, and that if I ha raited long enough you would see urely come.' the 'And here I am,' said Wilhelm, the >nly I think there's a good deal onE 3ore of me, somehow, than in ton hose dear old sleepy days at an< ome.' wit The scions of the old watch- the 3akers became happily united, th< nd on American soil grew in bus rosperous circumstances, with ne beerful thoughts of 'Vaderland,' do2 s it once appeared to them. [Philadelphia item. ce1 Sol lot ~ittHathWtt0 . die ml AN AUDIENCE OF ONE. tb3 ga Emmett, the actor, .tells the bai ollowing story of how he once eni layed to an audience of one in a heater at Columbus, Ohio : pa After two or three performancesot he posters announced a matinee. w went to the theater at 2 o'clock hat afternoon and found my com- i >any skylarking behind the cur- t a, in their everyday suite. I t ooked out in the auditorium, ret here was just one man in the ,eater. He sat clear back in the , >arquet. It was as much as I col :ould do to outline him in the ne larkness. I went out to the box Gi >ffie. 'Did that man pay for his fol ~icket ?' I asked. 'Yes, fifty cents,' of he treasurer replied. 'The man- an ger told me to return him his to noney and close the theater.' 'No, of you won't,' I said. 'I have never ed .isappointed an audience when fol L'm sober, and I don't propose to hi: o so now. We'll play for him.' ga [ went into the parquet, introduced fei myself to the man, and thanked 0f him for his attendance, I told him p that as he had thought enough of is me to come and see me and pay ed fifty. cents for the privilege, he sh should have as good a perfor- fri mance as though the house was ar packed. I then went behind the Ia curtain and requested the corn- m pany to dress. 'Great Cesar, to Joe,' one of them said, 'you ain't til a going to play to that one man, v< are you?' 'Yes, I am,' I replied. w 'a's paid his money, and he shall et have his money's worth.' 'Oh, the w deuce,' broke in another member Ia of te company, -I'll pay his fifty y, cents and you let him go.' I told m them that the performance must bh go on as usual, and I warned each re one that any attempt to guy the ti audience or any failure to play a tI part in full would be the signal t< for a discharge. n Well, the orchestra played an tI overture and -the curtain arose. ii I walked down to the footlights. ward and take a front seat ere he could see and be seen, thanked me and settled him in the front row. I suggested t a little generous applaus own in where he thought the >rs deserved it would serve to pirit them and warm them to ir work. He seemed to appre. e the situation and agreed tc e us all the encouragement t he thought we deserved. The formance began. I don't think iver played better. I threw self heart and soul into the racter, and sang the 'Lullaby tenderly that the entire au ace was in tears. He called foi encore. I told him that we ely gave an encore, but as tbhi an extraordinary occasion he uld have one. He applauded rally at times where no ap use was deserved, and again ed to applaud where applause s deserved. At such times I led his attention to the ornis. , and asked whether on reftec n he did not really think thai had made a mistake. A hini s sufficient. He would clap big -ds as though Perfectly enchant nd shout, 'Bravo!' like an Ital over Salvini. The compan; d no attertion to him, but weni with the performance as regula lock-work. Between the acts ever, one or two of then nced a disposition to go oul > the auditorium and mingl( h the audience. I set my fac( inst it and they refrained. A close of the second act th4 nager entered the theater. H4 been out for a walk. M med dumb-founded at seeing house brilliantly lighted, anc orchestra playing soberly t( man. But he was more as ished when the curtain aros I the performance was resumec b as much unconcern as thougi re were a thousand dollars ir house. But he had an eye t( iness. He seat word to th( vspaper reporters, and half f en of them arrived in time foi last act. No actor ever re ed better newspaper driticisms ne of them were over a columr g. It turned out that the an nee was the owner of a coppei e in Michigan, and very weal On the following night h: e the whole company i quet at the leading hotel. H: ertained us as handsomely al had entertained him, and wt 'ted with mutual regrets. Jus rear afterward I[ announced an ier matinee at slumbus. 1 well advertised, and the hous< packed to suffocation. [ tool over $1,200. My sense of dut; that one man, who had investe< small sum of half a dollar, ha< urned me a golden harvest. URNALISM AS A BUSINEsS.-Il menting upon the failure of: espaper manager, the St. Loui obe tells a plain truth in th lowing words : 'The busines journalism will continue to b inviting field for experiment those who have a large amoun eotism. A man who, havin, ted a..newspaper until he wa ty, should suddenly announc seelf as a lawyer, would be re rded as a fool by the legal pr sion ; and yet we often hea' lawyers of forty making sudde etensions to journalism. Ther an idea that the business c iting requires no apprentic4 ip; that editors come fort: )m law offices and colleges full; med for the profession, like Pa: from the brow of Jove. it is istake ; there is not in Americ .day a single journalist of ne nal reputation who has not di ted more time and more bar r to his profession than, wit ual fitness and applicatiol uld have made him a greg wyer or a good doctor. An it ninety out of every hundre en you meet on the street wi sitate about carrying a hod ( aking a pair of shoes, wherei ,ere will probably not b,e one ie hundred who can't ccordin his own judgment edit ar wspaper in the country bett ian it is edited, no matteri hat manner or by whom.' (Typo's Guide. There are a great many differ ent kinds of customers. There it. the haughty, reserved customer. who disdains familiarity ; and then, again, there is the confiden tial customer, who, in buying presents, discloses his whole fam ily history. For instance: a tall, stately looking gentleman, wearing eye glasses, entered a store, and, lean ing back heavily on his dignity, drawled : '1 want to see some books-ah -for a boy.' 'How old is the boy ?' asked the clerk, who was in a hurry. 'Sah,' said the customer, '1 am horrified at your brutal attempt, sah, to pry into my family affairs. Why don't you aik me how old the eggs were I had for breakfast. or what I paid for my gentle man's underwear ? Suppose I were to ask you what you paid a month for your washing, and why you haven't got a cleaner shirt on, what would you say?' '1 would say,' said the clerk, 'that your mother hadn't brought my shirts home yet from the wash because you bad borrowed one of .them from her to disguise your self for a masquerade; that's what I would say.' The aristocratic man walked out as stately as he came in. He was a customer who resents fa miliarity. The next customer was a lady. She was evidently acquainted with the clerk, and was very talk ative and not in tkge least reserved. She said hurriedly, without stop ping to catch her breath: 'I just came out to buy some thing for my old man; he has been behaving himself first-rate; hasn't disobeyed me in the least, and he gets up regularly every mrorning and makes the fires and gets breakfast, but he's awful slow About sawing wood and chopping it up-but he ought to be en couraged when he is good, so I thought I would'ask your advice what to buy him, for I don't know myself.' 'Don't you know what he wants?' '0, yes; I know what be wants. He don't want any more false teeth,' for he got a nice new set, above and below, only last fall, for $75, and he has got hair-dye enough to last him until he gets out-and there is no telling when he is going to get out, for he fell down the steps and sprained his ankle-and you ought to hear him swear-' There are a great many custe mers in the store and the clerk is getting a little impatient. He says: 'How would this beautiful copy of Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress Sdo?' 'That reminds me, be suffers Sawfully fron - bunions, and corns, Stoo, as big as walnuts on every Stoe ; and when it rains he swears Sand swears ; and don't you think Sthat a box of Smith's Bunion An ,nihilator would warm his heart and Senable him to shake off them corns? And you don't keep any Bun ion Annihilator, dd you ? and-' 'No, ma'm, we don't,' says th Sclerk, sharply. e'And Stomach Pacificator, nei f her ? for he has been grumbling about a bad taste in his mouth. SSo just you charge it up and send Sin the bill.' 'You have not bought anything ayet, madam,' says the clerk. a'Well, I declare, I thought I Lhad ! If you'll put it aside I'll - send around for it, and-' d'But you have not bought any bthing.' 'I havec' t time now to buy any .thing else, for I have to be going. dAnd she goes.-Gaveston News. There can be no greater injurj rto human society than that good is talents among men should be beki n honorable to those who- are en gdo wed with them, without any re y gard as to how they are applie n The members of the New Jerst Cranberry Association indulge i tart debates. A Quincy druggist was sitti beside the base burner in his Fto staring sleepily at the rows, bottles on the shelves, and dering - why people don'tt more medicine, when the d softly opened and an 'eight-ye old urchin dodged in. Walk up to the compounder of pr tions, he said: 'Mister, ain't there some kind stuff that you kin rub on thi make a fellow's skin as tough an elephants?' The druggist looked the over, and replied: 'Yes, the oil of tannin will en the skin if that's what .y mean ? 'That's the trick I'm playinl exactly. Gimme teents' wort While putting it "tp the dr= gist asked: 'What do you want to h your bands for. -q'ng to country to husk cor'?' 'Husk notbin' an' my -har;e4 as tuff as rawhide now. 'r j a workin' up a little scheneto. cumvent the old woman's sli I tried a layer o' sole leather, she tumbled to my little game the first interview an' wheil back on a folded newspaper heard it crack in' 'afore sh me over her knee, but if this stuff does its duty, I think, got the bulge on he;, rig the word go. "How.long d take such ile as this to put pad to knock the fire outo average spankin"' Whin the desired inf was given him, ,be trattt down the street singing: first you don't succeed, try again '-Argo'! A NOBLZ OFF=--'I g have to hire a.clerk,' said veston merchant, by the Merrit, to his friend Chrysei I am glad to see that the " ness boom has stgnRck youf sponded Chrysler. 'It isn't that,' replied'the - chant, 'but you see Iam very 'clar, and I am asked by friends to step across the and take a drink almost- e minute in the day, and haven't anybody to leave in store I haveo decline. Te1 lars a day won't cover what have lost by not having a clerk. . 'I'll tell you~ what I'll do,' s Chrysler, brightening up; fi me as your clerk, and send' across the street to drinkwi your friends, and i won't charge youi a cent for my clerical:sex' vices. The application 6fCh'ryser~ 'e put on file, along with those o~ number of other leading citize . who had applied already. GROWS EITHEE WET OE DRY. Chief Justice Mansfield, probabt with' a 'vie w to prolong his ow days, was always anxious, wh old witnesses were in tcourt, know their customary habits life.'- It so happened that t"' very old men by the name Elm were one day the objects= his inquiry. 'You are a very old man,'a his Lordship, to the elder brother. 'I suppose you have lived ? veq' temperate life? 'Never drank anything but4 ter, my Lord,' said Elm. 'Nor you either, I suppo said the Judge, addressing his self to the younger. 'When I could get nothing ele my Lord,' was the reply.'Ia ways took my glass with m friends.' "Well, then,' replied his Lod ship, 'all that we can say is,'a? elm will flourish wet or dry' 'I wish I was a star,' hesa smilingly at his own poeticalf cy. 'I would rather you were~ comet,' she said, dreamily. heart beat tumultuously. "A why? he asked, tendely.$ shesaid, with a broodiUOgi' ness that fell upon his eonl bare foot upon a ci oil 'because then you would' round only once every years.'