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DBVOTD TO OLTICS, MORALITY, EDUCATION AND rO THE GENERAL INTEREST OF oL. VII. PICKENS, S. C., THURSDAY, JANUARY 24 1878 TH1W SENTINEL is PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAT BY D. F. BRAIDLEYI& CO. 'lerms of Subscription. Ohs'Year .............,.$1 50 Si Months . . . . . . . . . . . . 75 Adveftiaing Rates. -Advertisements inserted at the rate of $1 00 per square, of (9) nine lines, Ot LESS, for the Avst insertion, and 50 cents for each subse quent inset tion. Contracts made for THUREE, IX or TWELVH months, on favorable terms. Advertisements not having the nunber of Insertions marked on them, will be published until forbid and charged Pccordingly. These terms are so simple any child may und-stand them. Nine lines is a square one inch, In every instance we charge by the space occupied, as eight or ten lines can be made to occupy four or five squares, as the advertiser may wish, and is charged by the space. SW Advertisers will please state tlie num ber 6f squares they wish their adverLisements to make. & Business men who advertise to be benefitted, will bear in mind that the SENTINEL has a large and increasing cir eulation, and is taken by the very class of persons whose trade they desire. .A LIFE FOR A LIFE. BertrIde Dodge was blue It was Aug.st weather-there %as no air stirring from one arid nofin until the next, and the intects kissed mali ciously all day long in the parcled grasses. Perhaps that was the ret son Bertrode was blue. Perhaps it was tha as she walked Grover's Tract, day by day, and 8.iw the sumtnier's hinted ctimpleti0 ii the ted apples buriing among the gray green b ughs, the ha. fields at aftermari h, theMurpled tasFelled corn and yullow wheat, that she telt her life to be aimless. Sie had let the sunmer cotme and wane across het passive existeuca. The previous wititer she had said, 'I leel ice bound now. When summer comes, I wi!l shake off this inertion and redeem to day.' Yet the snmmer was rapidly ivas sing and she was still a dream. Ta e Irjur never seemed to come which called her to exertion. Well, 'Love's young dream' c')mes but once; it was all id1i, pea hiaps. Grover's Tract and her farmhouse life was not dull as s--e had expected it would be when she returned from her mountain tour a year before; ons ly at times tihe ont door sounds and the leisurely growing works ofuature oppressed her. In the winter she had been gaty, looking at the %unset across the snow, watching the chJichs a-dees, and searching the woods for purple mererion. In the spring the long walks.to the postoflice had been fuli of joyful fanacies and golden r'eali ties; she loved the sweet country sights and scenes more than ever be fore in her life. But in August something seemed to oppress her. The sky burned too blue, the woods were too calmly con tent in their greenne8s, the days clos ed too beautifully in their ripe splen dor, as she walked the Tract at suns, se; coruing from the post oflice coming always empty handed. Yes, something was wrong, arid when she realized it ifully, she said: "I am idle-I am steeped in idle ness. I have been doing nothing for a year. *Now I will have svzme work and Dick may go to the post office. 1 care too much for those letters." Whatever those letters nmight be, there come no more of them. A coer tain gay tourist drifting about the world, forgot to write them at last; perhaps Bertrodo was pretty, but one traveling everywhere meete many pretty faces. J3ertrode's cheek grew thin and wi,ge. fler mother saw that she struggled to repress a growing irri tableness. Blut she worked on un, ceasingly at her new employment of teaching the district school at Gro ver's Tract. She devoted herself to the children. Their pat ents sa id Bertrode smiled only faintly at their praise. One day, coming from school through the woods, she flung herself down among the ferns and dry gras see. "It is dust and ashest" she cried. The sky gleamed blue through green borghs overiead, and a bird sang cheerily in a neighboring bush. She lay there until she felt the dew talling. As she rose up, something rustled at her side. She llooked down; a great rattle-enake was slip ping through the grass, going from her, apparently unaware of her pre* ence. Fascinated immovable, yet full of horror, she stood and watched the creature. For a moment. it glid ed 6teadily on, its coiirre so direct, its appearance so sub'le and deadly, Ihat she felt spell buund as she regarded it. Suddenly, with a thrill of horror, she saw the reptile's a-*m; it was miakihig directly for a shady spot, where a man lay asleep beneath the trees One moment more would be to late to prevent the threatened at tack. Starting frti her passivity, she s ized a stone at her feet and hurled it tull at the creature. He had just pansed and raised his crest to view his position, when the stone struck him upon the back of tlie head and with a venLeful hiss lie leaped into the air, then fell at hull length upont, the grisund and slowly expired Burtrode stood looking at the dusty length and bloody head of the dead snake, hr mind in a sort of wender that anything could be so loathsome, when she Leard her name spoken. She raised her eyes and saw Fennel Gould stainding hetore her. The young man loke at tlie snake with a sort of sitdder, and said: "Bertrode, you must have saved my life." "I suppose I did," she answered. "The creat ure was comidg dir ectly toward you. Did you ever see any thinig so hoi rible, Fennel?" Hie to''k her hands; she hardly glanced at him "DiIarl ing," hie said. She snatched her hands away, sud den impatience. "Dn', she said. I wish yon wouldn't Fennel." "But I love you." "1 cannot help it " lie regarried her sorrowfully. She took her shawl from the grass and put it on. "It is chilly here and late. I am going home," she said. Hie walked silently at her side out of the woods and across the wide fields of Grover's Tract. Never was there a miore hopeles lover that Fen., nel Gould. At the farmhouse door he said, "Good night, Bertrode." She bowed an,d be went on over the bill in thne warm gray twilhght, cursing his cruel fate as lovers have cursed their fates before 'Ibrough a succession of hot days the month went out. Before it had passed, Bertrode wa's taken sick miserably ill of fever. Shne suffered wearisonmely, but little could be dlone for her. It was a slow fever which must burn out its course. She was thirsty continually, and suddenly itn the midst of her suffering the sprin.z which had supplied her with coo' water grew dry, and all other water tasted warm and brackish to her fevered lips. "If I only had some ice, motherl" she moaned' "I know dear, but there is no ice in less than twenty miles." Too ill to express her miserty, the poor, fevered girl feel asleep, to dream of the old y ellow Grover Tract et age straining its way over the heavy sandy roads to Northboro', the only place where there was an ice house there to procure for her a great green block of the refreshing ice she coveted. "It will be so nice!" she mnrmnredr in her sleep. "My throat is parched, and it will cool my drink so deli ciously!" A cricket sang in the heated wall and woke her. She heard the stage trundling over the hill. "Has it come, mothetI" she asked. sWhat, deart you are dreaming. Wake up. and drink some of this nice iced lemonn de." "Ice, mother where did you get it" "Fennel has been to Northboro for it. le's very kind to you, Bertie, dear." "It's refreshing. IIow long have I been asleep, mother?" "All the afternoon, and I really think yon look better, Bertie." Bertrode turned on her pillow and tell asleep again. In the morning she was better, but not well. The pale lips were still parched-the mouth so long fevered, tasteless. She relished only the drinks, iced and coIl, which her mother prepared. One day she said: "HI 1w is it that that ice lasts so?" "Why Fennel goes to NDrthboro for a fresh piece every other day. The weatber is so warm that it melts very fast." "But its haying time. How carn he be spared?" "He goes at night nfter 8 o'clock. I don't st e how lie can do it when lie works in the field until lie is. ready to drop."I "Then why do you ask iiin, moth er?'' "Goodne . child! I never asked Hin; I ges7 I did n't! Il's his own sCrvice. I ne er demfned of asking him." Bertrude, blstered up in bed, sat silent a . bilO. "Fennel's very khid," sho s;iid at las'; "but I don't like to tax people so. AIIther, if I am butter to-inor r-ow, can1 I rido out?" "Perhaps so,." Tosm-rrow Pertrode wros feverish again. Nothing passe her arched lip s but a yellow peach, a rareri pe, that wasI a wvonder to the neigh bor hood. "Whbere did it come from, mother?' 'Fennel brought it." The next morning when she awoke a gust ot spicy coolness8 whiffed into her face. "What is that?" she cried, starting II,. Juta pitcher of sprays from the esrnb oaks of the lowlands, thieir' ten der pendant acorns swinging among tie glassy leaves--branches of bay terry, sweet fern, and a handful of cieckerhernry mixed with sweet eA'amp heliotrope, and wi)d asters, dl dripping with morning dew. "0, mother, bring it closer! Where dd you get it.?" placing her thin, vhuite ha.nds among the cool, sweet fiilage "Fennel left it at the door' this nlornin)g. lie thought it wonld "It does please me." No one but Fe nnel knew howv she iked fragrant green leaves and svamp heliotrope. She was grateful, and told Fennel o when she saw him. To prove it ihie let him drive her ont and find tier roses again among the fields. As the light came back to her' eye anid he dimple to her cheek, she laughed merrily sometimes, and forgot to ook wistfully towards the mountains, 1s he h)ad noticed her doing so often wo months before. One day she was pale and tronbled then Fennel came with his buggy. ihe was silent for a few moments af, ir they began their drive. "Fennel, are you going away?" "Yes." "Why, tell me, please?"4 "I thank I had better." That was all. She did not dare retend not to understand him. Both een were nale, lie tunedr towa her at la-t, smiling faintly, and said: "Yes, Bertie, you don't need me any longer, and I am going away to try as hard as I can to forget you. It is strange that such a sweet.-eyed girl should cause so much pain, isn't Mit" Bertrode didn't speak. They rode in silence along the river road. Ber. trode was listening, as if charmed, to the chirping of a little bird among the scrtb oaks by the river. It was a hearty, cheery little bird that seem ed to have no nonsense about it. . The road grew narrower. The tree branches met above their heads and gradually grew lower. Fennel put out his whip to hold them out of their faces. The motion startled the horse-or he might have been twan ged by the springing sprays. He leaped suddenly forward, and Ber.% trode was flung from the carriage Rnd down the steep bank into the river. Stunned by the shock, she floated like a corpse. If ehe bad seen Fen-. niel Gould's face, then,. she would have wondered, even though she be lieved that she knew his love. He Irew in the prancing horse, and flung hirnself from the carriage. Dashing down the seep declivity,and lie threw [timself into the river. The tide was rapid. Already the Igure of the drowning girl, half sub inerged, was floating i i the middle Af the current. There were strong, Berce rapids a quarter of a mile be low, and the tide swept them both toward it. Fennel Gould expended rvery resource of body and heart in that struggle for life and love. She Roated on -on- before him in the fowing waters until the great beads of agony and pain s'oo I 11)O) his forehead. Bat one fortunate stroke, and he caught ier ecarf. He struggled back ro land and fell 3xhansted upon the bank. F,ir a noir ent lie lay there, panting; then -ising, I e lifted Betrode into the car -iage, and carried home the life lie aid s ived. Evening came. Fennel was at omne- pacing thouighitfually the floor f' his litle chamber. It was twi ight, and the scent of the r'ipe ap )les in the or'chaIrd filled tie dim 'oom. lie did not notice either, but ae was roused suddenly by a knock it the door. It was little Willy Dodge with a note. Hie opened it. [t bore these worde: "Fennel come home with Willy. I xvan t to see you." Thtwas all, but hie knew who aent it. He went out of doors with he chilJ. Holding the boy's hand, )C walked the fields he had walked a nonth before with his heart bitter as rue. The crickets were singing Imong the grasses. A strange light ess p)ossessed him, and yet lie kept )utting down his heart-not dar'ing o hope. The farmhouse door was pen and Bertrode was sitting in the orchx. Little Willy went into the ionse, lFennel set down on the step. "What do you want, Bertrode?" "I will tell yOU by and by." The t wilight grew more dim as hey talked of nnimpor tant things, mntil they could- not see each other'"s 'aces. Trhe crickets were siniging mundreds of songs in the grasses by le roadside. Thme dew fell and woke :he sweetnevss of the ro"ad-side ferns. A I, ng time passed, and at last F'ennel arose. "It is time to go, Ber:trcde. Will r'on toll me now?" The moon came up, arid showed ier face pale and her lips tremulous >ut she stood up by his side and poke firmly. "I want to ask you 'ot to go away Fennel. 1Lon't go." There seemed more to be said, but hIe could not say it. Her voice died mn ner lips, and the eager light in 1"ennel Gould's eyes faded. "I cannot stay, Bertrode; don't be roubled to pity me. Good-by, and 3od keen v.ou. dear, forneve! He stooped to kiss ber head. Her arms were around his neck. "My love, my love," she cried, "don't leave me. I want you; you make me happy; and I have never, never loved any but you, true heartl Take my life-you have saved it and spare me the one you risked in my salvation. I will try to make it happy, but indeed, Indeed. Fennel, I am not worthy of you!" Heart to heart, at last; Heaven's angels bless them! A Bonanza of the Deep. It will be remembered that the steamer Japan, of the Pacific Mail Company, was burned off the coast of China in December, 1874. The scene of the accident was one hun dred and thirty five miles east of [loTig Kong. The nearest land was Breaker Point, twenty miles away, and the depth of water where the wreck sank was twenty three fath om. The Japan had on board a bout $350,000 in specie, and the un derwriters at Hong Kong immedi ately gave nutice of their intention to attempt the recovery of the coin. They engaged for this undertaking Captain John P. Roberts, of New York. A schooner and a small steamer were bought and equipped with the necessary apparatus,and in January, 1875, Captain Roberts be gan sweeping the ocean's bed in search of the wreck. In the month of March lie found one of the paddle wheels, but it was not until near the end of July that he discovered the wreck, eleven miles southwest of the position of the wheel. From this time to the 12th of September work was pushed forward for the opening of the treasure tank and removing the monev. The south west monsoon blows from March to September, and it is only during the prevalence of this wind that the divers are able to woik at the wreck. On the 12th the monsoon ceased, and the work was abandoned, and on the morning of that day Captain Roberts believed that the whole enterprise would end there and the Japan and her treas ure be allowed to rest undisturbed forevermore. Butoun his last p)lunge for the season the diver managed to push his hand throngh a hole in the tank and secut e a black lumrp resem% bhing a piece of coal. The lump, on examination, proved to consist of twenty four American trade dollars, burned and oxidized so much that they required a great deal of scour ing to reveal their true character. But they were much more than *24; they were valuable as an encourage. ment to the underwriters to continue at their work. The wreckers retired to Hong Kong for the six months of the northeast monsoon, and resutngd operations in the following spring. Since then there has beet) no serious obstacle to the prosecution of the enterprise, and during the summers of 1876 and 1877 about $175,000 of treasure has been recovered. It is thought that the balance of the mo ney 'a ill be seen red in 1878. It is the first wrecking operalion ever conducted in the open ocean at so great a depth, and the instances where divers have descended so far, even in) the still water, are compa ratively few. The coin is mostly in g* od condition, though nearly all of it is b)lack and heavily oxidized.. Some near the surface of the tank was partially melted by the beat of the burning steamer, and many of the bexes are charred and broken.-.. Some of thme dollars are bright as new when brought to the surface, but they sp)eedily turn black when ox posed to the air. The Mayor of Des Moines, Iowa, tendered his resignation last Mon day, with the understanding that it should take effect the next time he ot drunk Arlington. The Arlington estate eover over 1,000 acres, and the Arlington House from 1802 was the residence, until his death, of George Washington Parke Custis, the adopted son of Georgo Washington, when his daughter, the wife of General Robert E. Lee, occu pied it till 1861. General Lee then left it, with his family, to go South and join the Confederacy. It was soon after taken as the military head. puarters of General McDowell, of the United States army, and was hold by the military till 1868, when it was sold by the government, under the dift reet tax act, for 665 of overdue taxes. The money was tendered by Gen. Lee's friends, but refused. It belonged to Mrs. Lee and was not confiscated, as is generally supposed. General Leo never had any interest in it whatever. and that of Mrs. Lee was only a lifo estate, so at her death it reverted to General Custis Leo, who brings this suit of ejectment. In 1867 a national cemetery was formally estublished by the government upon 200 acres of the land, in which there are buried nearly 16,000 soldiers, including a few hun dred of the Confederate army. Over the arch'of the carriage entrence is this inscription: "Here rest 15,585 of the 315,558 citizens who died in de fence of their country from 1861 to 1865." Bills were introduced in Congress to pay Mrs. Lee while she was alivo for the estate, but came to no vote. Should General Lee win his suit the government would undoubtedly pur chase the property.-N. Y. World. A BRAVE Boy.-Ou last Wednes day night alout dark Azariah Mar. tin or Miller was shot at Due West by little Robbie Hood while robbing a polato bank. The boy is ton or twelve years ohd and deserves a gold medal for his markmanship. before firing at the negro be shot a pistol off three or four times in the yard to scare hin off but Azariali dug away and filled hissack with plunder. The gallant Robbie then took down his tather's trnsty rifle, sliped into a house near by and "took rest." The first shot failed to hit the mark aQd Azariah dug away. Then Robbie drew a fine be ad and plugged the rascal just under the right shioulder' blade. lie left at once and the doc tor's have been probing for the ballet ever since but without finding it. The chances are that Azariah will never steal any more potatoes-lhe is going to that othier Liber'ia which is reserved for all who break the eighth commandment. Azariah says that he was shot by another negro while he was on his wny home from Duo West'and we wouldn'it be surprised if this is not thc truth about the matter. A bbeville Med ium. The Newberry Herald is confirmed in its belief that primary elections presont the only proper way to mako party nominations. Evi'.lence sufiicient to implicate two of the negroes now under arrest for the Franklin murder, at Ninety-six, is being gradually brought to light. An old negro in Abbeville, going home from town the other day, slight ly intoxicated, succumbed to the dr'v,. ing sleet and froze to death. This should warn every Winter reveller to either eschew the cup or else take enough to keep up animal heat. "Drink deep or touch not the flowing bowl." Senator Bruco (colored) ha~d his horse and carriage stolen while on a visit to Fred Douglass. Canon B3eadon, of England, who is 100 years old, attributes his longevity to avoiding brain work after dinner. CONSTANTINOPLE, Jan. 1 4.--Karm ik and Zever Pasha delegates appointed to treat with the Grand Duke Nichol as for armistice, started for Kezoulkf. Governor Conner, of Maine, who is about to enter upon his third term ia not yet 39 years of nge.