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1 1 A Family Companion, tevoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. Vol. XIX. NEWBERRY, S. C.; THURSDAY, AUGUST 9, 1883. No. 32. K THE HERALD1 IS PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING, At Newberry, S. C. BY THO. F. GREIEKRR, Editor and Proprietor. r2ares, $2.0oper .frnmns, - Invariably in Advance. The is stop at the expiration of tisie for w h it is pi. 87 The M4 mark denotes expiratio of anbsoription. -mbracing a L CLOT: C SSIMERE 8] cHEvior FLANb S 0ents' Furmii This stock is c6mplete in all its varieties My Stock of Gel has been selected with great care and ca Low Quarters and Gaiters All orders addressed to my ca:-e will M.i1 COLUMBIA, S. C. May 2, 18-ti. Ts,1bott Io PORTABLE AN Ezgines a? SAW AND COl Cottorn Gins - Have been Awarded FIRST PREE EVERY FAIR WH] WE CHALTENGE We Deal Dired with the Pure1aa WRITE FOR C CHARL.OTTE, N. C. -May 8, 19-4'nos. 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He wore no tie or e4llar, And his shirt, .ot over fine, Cost just one-half a dollar In the day, of "Auld Lang Syne." He scorned the town officials, Unmindful of their stars, And carved uncouth initials On the -village liquor bars, He .sedmd to have no money, And whene'er he took a drint, He callec the landlord "sonny, And pa.d him wi', a wink. With nQisy song and whistle He on a horseblock sat, And ired h1 old horse-pistol At the mayor's bee-gum hat, He paled the ladies' faces With his loud, sardonic laugh Andlmade uncouth grimaces At the constable and staff. But a fellow met this cowboy And caughs him by the ear, And'said, quite coolly, "Now. boy, - 'Tis time you get from here!" Then he shook up his digestion In a way that raised a laugh, And proved beyond a question That the cowboy was a calf. -Exchange. HE PICTURE. ART IN MORALS. -0 Shan't go a step farther !" Only just a little way-we shall a be home now, and mother's ting." I don't care. I've made up my Ad that I've walked too far al ly, and I'm just going to sit rn and rest; they must wait, and iall do as I choose." But father--" Now don't you talk to me about ts,' Charlie, because I won't e it, I shall sit down here, and can go and tell your mother to wait-not to wait," the man eated, raising his voice with the >id anger of intoxication. till, in spite of threast and re li',? the child persisted in plead 4at his father should go home; words only seemed to ngthen the man's obstinacy, all the boy could do was to get father to turn aside from the a road into a field close by, ~re the man 'threw himself fall length on the grass, somewhat oer the. shade of the hedge,' and :few minutes he was sleeping vily, whilst the child sat down a little distance, with a strange I of nchildish patience on his ;ures, to wait until his father iidf,wake. Pooi- little Charlie ! knew too well how useless any empt on his part would bp to se his father from that sort of sp. Lather more than half an hour tpassed in this dreary waiting, [ Charlie was beginning to find his s'mall sources of amusement him. He had watched a large thq. kept hovering ever the con guits blossoms in the hedge, I woridered if he had not nearly shied his day's work; had placed iail out of harms way, and had n tempted to chase a beautiful ated butterfly that fiitted past L; but he began at last to lose interest in bees and butterflies it was now tea-time, and Char' was growing terribly hungry. 1 he did not think of deserting post, for no one but the child self knew how often he had kept tiDsy father off the country road in carts or carriages were comn. along, nor how he managed to le him in safety over the narrow Ige that led across the river to r cottage. o Charlie sat there quietly, igh he was growing more tired hungry every moment, until sound of a whistle at a distance acted his attention, the sound lually coming nearer and sound more distinct, until a young jumped over the stile at the of the field and approached the[ child, who then knew him to be a E gentleman he had. often,met during m the last few weeks, sometimes sketch- in ing, sometimes wandering about th with his knapsack on his back and ju his portfolio under his arm. In- or deed a kind of half acquaintance th had sprung up between the young in artist and Charlie-one attracted. cc by the glimpses he had caught of wl the pictures contained in the won- ph derful portfolio, the other by the ph child's wistful glances and his rustic he beauty. so Busy with his own thoughts, and an judging from hie happy face they m< were vYery pissant ones-perhaps he dreams of the tirne when some won-' sk derful picture cf his should, hang Bt on the walls of the acadeiny, and by so d i,r help hi*4 on: the road -t;, S&zw awl fortune-Eustace Car- I roll had half crossed the field before he noticed Charlie and his father. the Then his quick eyes told him the I "Y meaning of the little scene; the lik quiet, weary-looking child and the of sleeping father, with his untidy a 1 clothes and collar and necktie un- co fastened, and his face. turned-up to off the blue sky that looke(.,down.upon hig nothing so debased as this man, whom God had made "a little lower yo than the angels," and who, by his chi own vice, had thus degraded him- ag self. do With the quick instinct of child- we hood, Charlie understood the look ha( of disgust with which the young tal artist turned to him, saying kindly pr< as he did so: -"You are waiting to take your ten father home, I suppose?" an "Yes, sir," replied the child. in whilst a flush of shame spread over ide his face. , co: "Well, I thiik he is likely to lie tra there for hours yet. Can't you me leave him?" cle "No, sir, he might be run orer or of fall into the river if I left him to bre come home by hmself." shs "Oh?" said Eustace, as he glanc ed toward the sleeping man, and go( wondered if it would be much loss to to any one if he did fall into the dei river; but ha checked'the thought, toc remembering, that he with his re fined taste, and many kinds of fin amusement, could form no idea of pe< the temptation which drink might he have for this man, with his smaller the advantages of. fortune and educa- sot tion; and then an idea flashed hin across his mind, and he determined sot to act upon it. "Have you had your tea, boy !" su< he asked as be unstrapped his qui knapsack, and took out a small fac parcel wrapped in paper. paq "Mother will be sure to keep it dis for me until I get home, sir," re plied Charlie, too brave to corn- cot plain to a stranger. .ha< "That's all right," said Eustace, act understanding and respecting the ma feeling ,that dictated the answer; tag "meanwhile, I shall give you this wh piece of cake, just to pass the time old away. When I was a small boy,' stray pieces of cake never pre- Et vented- me eating my meals when gai they came, so your mother's tea to will not be wasted. Now you sit he still, for I am going to mnakea pic- ten ture, and when it is finished I will to show it to you." Very few dainties fell to Charlie's a share in those days, and Eustace tag was highly amused at the manner wa in which he ate his cake, nibbling tio: it off around the edge so as to make ha< it last as long as possible; and he brc succeeded so well that the picture tur was fintshed almost at the same' time as the last currant disap- his peared. tha "Well, was it gbod?" asked Eus- her tace, as he tied his portfolio. fell "Yes; mother does not put cu'r- he rants in her cakes. Sometimes on cot our birthdays, when father has not dot been out, we have a cake; but then ] we have no seeds in it." the "And those are not so nice?" she "Oh, no, sir, of course not !" an- fou swered Charlie, surprised that any "It one should ask such a question. sir, "Well, I am glad you like it. I "I am going back to the city in s&day wh: or two, but I shall put another der piece of cake in my knapsack in ash case I meet you again before I go. not Look here; do you know who this I e' is?" - -unt Charlie glanced at the little pic- gas ture Eustace held out to him, aud pici then he' gave a scream of surprise, not "Why, it's me and father !" wh* And so it was; and even though one istace should live to be an old n he will never. succeed in mak ; anything more true to nature an that hurried sketch. He had 3t caught the tired, wistful look the child's face, and it was all e more striking as it was brought ,o such contrast with the vacant untenance of the tipsy sleeper. o looked so thoroughly out of ice beside the child, and the asant green background of the dge, where the convolvulus- blos as ningled with the wild rose d blackberry flowers. "Wait a ment," said Eustace, and then wrote at the bottom of the Aech three lines from a poem of rns: '0 wad some power the gifte gie us ro see oursels as ithers see us, t,wad frae many a trouble free us." "There," he continued, -putting picture in the child's hands. on shall have that, and if you e to show it to your father one hese days, doso ;it may teach him esson." And; before the child ild make any reply Eustace was and away, tramping along the h road. Five years had passed before the ing artist had the time and Lnce to visit the quiet village tin. In those five years he had ie good work-had thpught, and rked, and painted, until people I begun to believe in him, and ked of him as one of the most mising painters of the day. still, in the midst of it all, he of remembered his little sketch, I wondered-without much hope the wonder, though-whether his a that it might do good had ne to pass; and on the day he veled down to Mortson, the mory of the scene came arly before him with the thought the grand old words-"Cast thy ad upon the waters, for thou ill find it after many days." 'Such a poor little crumb of >d though it was," said Eustace himself, "still I wonder-I won =-and I'll try to find it out, Lnd as it happened, Eusace did I it more quickly than he ex ted, for that very evening, as was returning from a walk in course of which he had visited oe of his old haunts, there passed i on the road a man and a hand. ie boy of about thirteen.. My little friend and his father," ldenly thought Eustace whose ck, artist eye, seldom forgot a e or figure, and he quickened his te in order to keep within a short tance of' the boy. o0 the three went on, past the ner of the field where the sketch I been taken, down the road and oss the narrow bridge, till the ni and boy reached a little cot c, the small front garden of cic was gay with bright-colored. -fashioned flowers. 'hat looks promising," tbiought slace; -"no drunkard ever had a 'den like that;" and, determines ascertain the facts of the case, went up to the door with the in tion of . asking the nearest way ~he next village.. 'hrough the open door,he caught ~limpse of the neatly kept cot e kitchen, as Charlie came for d to answer the stranger's ques 1; but before half the right turns I been described, a bright smile ke over the boy's face, and half aing around, he exclaimed : 'Father it's my painter !" and, to surprise, Eustace found that in t household at least, he was a o; and the young artist never more reverence for his art than did as he listened to the ac nt of the good his picture had e. 'or some time Charlie had kept sketch, and had been afraid to w it to his father, but the man ud it l y chance, one day, and was more than I could stand. 'he said, addressing Eustace. did not need any one to tell me Lt it meant, but although I won ed where it came from, I was amed to ask. Somehow I could get the picture out of my head. ren used to dream of it at night il it fairly worried me, so that'l[ e up the drink; andlIhad the ure hung up there, that I might have a chance of forgetting ? I dragged myself -down :to So the story ended; and ii heart Eustace Carroll is proud that little sketch, hanging in a mon black frame over the ma piece of the country cottage, than he would be if he should F a picture that would make his n famous throughout his life. A BOY WHO WAS THICOUI A young New Englander, wl knowledge was more showy I deep, went many years ago teach a district school in Virgi Among his pupils was a si rather dull and insignificant 1< ing boy, who annoyed him by questions. No matter what the i ject under discussion, this lad 'parently never could get i enough to the bottom of it tt content. One warm August morning, teacher, with no little vanity knowledge universal in those d began to lecture to the boys on habits and cht:racteristics of a which one of them had caught ing recess. He finished, and about to dismiss the school, w his inquisitive pupil asked al 4heir gills and their use. The question answered, oti follo'wed, cpncerning the sc skin, flesh. The poor teacher at gled to reply with all the infor tion at his command. But t.t small, and the day grew warn and the Saturday afternoon's iday was rapidly slipping so "The school will now be missed," he said, at last. "But the bones ! You have us '-othing about the bones!" i the anxious boy. Mr. Dash smothered his am ance, and gave all the informa he could command on the sh structure and use of the bones. "And now the school"-he gan. "What is in ide of the bond stolidly came from the corner w] the quiet, boy was sitting. Mr. Dash never rememb what answer he gave, but the q tion and his despair fixed tb selves in his memory. Thirtv. years afterward he visited W ington and entered fhe room wi the Justices of the Supreme C were sitting. The Chief-Justice, the most le; ed and venerated man of his was a man like St. Paul, whose 1 ily presence. was contemptible. The stranger regarded hinm first with -awe, then with a m: ment. "It is the boy who went insid the fish's bones !" he exclain It is the boy Who penetrate the heart of the matter who is successful scholar and afterwi lawyer, physician, philosopher statesman. It is the man whose ax is laid the root, not the outer brancl whose religion is a solid foundai for his life here and beyond. [Baptist Weekli A Boy's EcoNoM.-A boy se or eight years old was pass along Elizabeth street ye with a dime in his finger , another boy accosted him wit. "What ye going to buy?" "Camphor." "What for?" "To keep moths away." "Say," said the second boy, a~ came nearer, "I'll tell you what do. If 'you'll spend five centi that for candy I'll lend you my all one day to hunt down the mol and if he don't catch 'em all lend you the bossest rat-trap in I city ! You can just as well s; five cents as not."-Detroit .1 Press. BmDs OF PAssAG.-How ml donkeys have you in Austin, little man t" asked a passenger the South bound train, protrud his head through the car wind at the depot. "0, we've got some few donk< here in Austin, but most of th keep right on through to San a tonio.". The stranger bumped the back his head on the window and sa back in his seat-&ng. his A FUNNY SAN WHO WAS 3r of NOT AT ALL FUNNY. :om ntel-' "18 ihe man. that gets up the fun. than ny column here?" asked a smirking aint little chip as he poked a bulbous ame little nose into the room. "O, yes," said a bal4lieaded man I with a disordered necktie, grizzled beard and face like that of an un dertaker at " expensive funeral. "Walk right in ;"'and he caught the little man viciously by the col. . lar. "Want to see the funny man; iose don't you?" and he butted the little fellow s head through a seventy. to five-cent looking-glass. nia. "Like to look -at the 'comic,' ' wouldn't you?" and he tore the in trader's coat down the back and ;ub-took a fresh grip on his shirt. "Come down from the country to see the 'old. clown,' haven't you ? be Like to see him stick his head through a paper balloon, say 'Hey, diddle diddle, the fool's in the mid. the die,' and get cut arpund the legs in a by the ring-master, I suppose,' Vys and a No. 12 boot collided with the the seat of the little wrteh's trous fish erswith a shock like that of a dy lur- namite bomb. was "The'bufoon'ain't in;heis train. hen ing a new jackass. Come right in. lout Chdre afprce dt going to begin. Sit down ;" and he jammed ,ers the terrified little visitor into a les, keg of printer's ink. "The 'queen's jester' will be ma- along pretty soon. Wait for the was great show !" he yelled, as the little man madly tried to-esespe through two closet doors, and 6ially rolled . down stairs, e saompanied by the water cooler, two ink jugs and the old paste pot "Want one more paragraph, Mr. Graves," said a voice through the speaking tube, and the solemn man Lion wound awettowelaround.-isheed, sat down at the desk, and wearily wrote:. "Is a man getting up stares when he buys an eye-glass" (Bostoa B.sa FLINT.TONE SOUP. A good story is told of two sol me- diers, oie of whom went without em- broth, while the other made it of fve excellent quality of a lint-stone. ash- The first begged at every, door of a rewhole village which they had just mrt entered for allo' he materials of simple broth; but the villager~s tpid a-him he asked too much, and shut Lay, their doors in his face. His comrade, however, picked up a stone, knocked at 'the nearest at door, and asked if they would. be aze- so good as to. oblige him with a pot in which to boil the stone. .Even a e of miser would have granted so ulodest ed. a request. They lent him the pot, s to and soon the wily soldier was boll the ing a larg~e stone under the curious deyes of half a dozen bystanders. or "Could one of you give me a lit tle salt?" the cook asked. The i a salt was given. **' A minute later, he observed, ion "A few herbs make a pleasaait seasoning for stone soup, but I - must manage for once to relish without a perfect flavor."- In g yen trice, one of the spectators threw a ig bundle of herbs in the pot, saying, lay "so clever a fellow should have soup hen to his taste, when he shows us how to make it of a stone." A few minutes later, the adven turer remarked, "Stone broth. is good, but there is no question athat a scrap of beef or bacon brings ouit he the flavor of the flint." Another I'll kind spectator at once supplied 3 o' him with a piece of bacon. Half log anuhour-had not passed since his hls, arrival in the village when the sol I'l dier was enjoying an excellent and his substantial repast made of the ma- 1 ave terial for the "improvement" of his 'ree broth. SPAne LEGS.-A little girl was'i in standing at the depot to see her my father and a gentleman friend of1 on when she suddenly observed to her ing father, referring.to his fMend, whoa 1 ow was tall and lank, "If the cars run off the track 'and any legs must be sys broke, I hope they'll.be Mr. H's." em "What's that for?" said the startled~ In- H. "Because;" she added, artless ly, "Aunt Mary says you have' of a pair of spare legs." The "All ak aboard !" of the conductor prevent ad any explanation. 1 - tT sn.7 amm tou Double oans _____ on above. Nodeufssbgu,sso& otoea atma r,es adersmemu. - Neicet in Lock Per% btwoffetg '6 -imrswith e5qI JOB DONZ WITSNuzATNas8 AND _ TERMS C&SW. KNOWLN GN IN' A'W - A cubit isftwo feet. A space is three feet. A fathom is sil feet. A palm is hree inches A league is three miles. There are 2750 la A great cubit is eleven s Two persons ie every Bran, twenty pounds per Sound moves 748 miles pei A square mile contains 640 A barrel of ice otns poundQ. Slow rivers .flow Ave hour. A barrel of:por pounds. A barrel of pour weighs poido. An acre contains 4840 yards. * Oats, thirty-three pounds bushel. Barley, forty.eight po t bushel. q A 6rkin of butter weigh, pounds. A hand (horse measure) inches. A span is ten and ieee inches. A ride ball noes -100 hour. A storm blowethirty4Z hour. A rapid river dows seave per hour. Buckwheat, fify-two powan bushel. per hour. o perihour. - Comre salt eighty-.ka per bushel. A tub of but weighs four pounds. one yers. - Timothy sed, tyess per bushel. The frtstmb.natipling sonia 1807.4 - The first horses ralbude built-In 1826-' 27. A,day's jourady is thsj. and one.elhgth uSes. IS .NIZCHAN4U running along i et of Lake IIuron hunted ut tain and said: "Captain, tiwunaeis du~ "Yes, I preinine no" "~ pl."That's la geas he will get drunr." Pretty soon the found that thecIk been aceldentfly leftld "Oh, well," ip1Ied4the "some of the firemen- wE through all righut" In the courseeof hag lf il passenger diseovered thatm was overloaded, short%bud leaking, and be returned dta captain and reported, and a~ "I expect ni*bing less thusa blown 'up before we reach ton." "My friend," said the cap n. a fatherly 'way, "that's y ohance, We won't have a Ihe foate is sobering up have -gone down to stop the md if .we can't blow yon u.e settle with your widow forg# 1250, raf aid yon'l live aral years- yet. rul go dw see if there is any chane for THE NOTE W'As P isokson wasPrsdt iouse keeper inW W m him to complain-tht a Ieptrtment clerk bEnd not >ill for months. Janisnn it her meidly and said: "Qs ote for what fhe oesiy ring it tome." -A fawdayw she came back whtheflnote Eresident wrote on thme becko 'Andrew Jackson," ,and 'Take lttto the bankmadta givre you the mosey-end will be paid." He was righ was paid when the elerk You ca iegalo ca SPYSRU