The Orangeburg news. (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, May 23, 1868, Image 2
FIRST OUR HOMES; THEN OUR STATE; FINALLY THE NATION; THESE CONSTITUTE OUR COUN*il^^r.
VOLUME 2.
SATURDAY MOENlfe MAY 23, 1868.
NUMBER 14.
District Democratic Ticket.
?KM
for sheriff,
J. WILLIAM H. DUKES.
judge of probate,
JOSEPH U. MORGAN.
clerk of court,
JOSEPH F. ROBINSON.
coroner,
LUTHER RANSDALE.
co uxrr commissioners,
HENRY LIVINGSTON,
JAMES STOKES,
MORGAN J. KELLER.
school commissioner,
T. ELLIOTT W ANNAMAKER.
POETRY.
At Last
or miss Mri.ocii.
Down, down like a pale leaf dropping
Under an nutmnn sky.
My Iotc dropped into my boaom
Quietly, quietly.
There was not a ray of sunshino
And not a sound in the air
Ab she troniuled into my bosom?
My lore, no longer fair.
'All year round in her beauty
She d .rolt on the tree-top high ;
8he danced in the summer breezes,
She laughed to tho summer sky.
I lay ao low in tho grass dews,
She sat so high above;
She never wist of my longing.
She never dreamed of my love. |
??i?? .?mV? i '.?. 1
1 mm Buf'ttfteft winds laid bare her dwelling*
And tier heart could find no rest,
I called?and she flattered downward
Into my faithful breast.
I know that my love is fading;
I know I cannot fold
Her frngranco from the frast blight.
Her beauty from t he mould;
. But a little, little lenger
She aliall coutented lie,
And wither away in the sunshine i
8Uentl/, silently.
Came when thou wilt, grim winter,
My year Is crowned an J blest:
if ~?.?n ?nv tn?? t* tiyinw
She die upon my breast.
SELECTED STORY.
The Man at the Door.
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BY MARY KYLE DALLAS.
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?'No tramps here/' said I; and shut tho door
is his face, I did. The wind blew so I could
hardly do it, and the sleet was beating on the
panes, and the bare trees were groaning and
moaning as it' thoy suffered in the storm. ('No
tramps here ; I'm a lone woman, and I am a
friend of 'em." I
Then tho man I hadn't socn yet, for the
dark, went away from the door. Champ, champ,
champ camo the man back agnin. and knocked
nn the door?knocked not half as loud as he
did before?aud I opened it, hot nnd angry.
This time I saw his face?a palo ghost of a
face?with yellow brown hair, oropped close,
and great staring blue eyes; and he put his
hand against the door and held it open.
"How near is tho next house, ma'am ?" said
he.
"Three miles or more," said I.
"And that is not a tavern ?"
*'No," said I; "no drink's to be got there;
it's Miss Mitten's, and she's as set agin tramps
as I am."
"I don't want drink," said the man, though
I do want food. You needn't be afraid to let
mo in, ma'am. I've been wounded, and nm
not able to walk far, and my clothes arc thin,
nnd it's bitter cold. I'vo been trying to get to
my parents at Groenbank, where I can rest till
I'm better; nnd nil my money was stolen from
me threo days ago. You ncedu't ho afraid ;
let me just lie before tho fire, and only give me
a crust, tho stalest crust, to kcop mo from
starving, and tho Lord will bless you for it."
Aud then he looked at mo with his wild
blue eyes in a way that would havo made mo
do it if it hadn't been I'd seen so much of
th'jse impostors. Tho war was just over, and
every beggar that came along said he was a
soldier traveling home, aud had been wounded
and robbed. One that I had been fool enough
to help, limped away out of sight, as he
thought, and theo?for I wub at the garret
[ window?shouldered his crutches, and tramped
it with the strongest.
"No doubt your pocket is full of money,"
said I, "and you only Want a chance to rob
and murder mo. Go away with you 1"
DrusiUs, that's my neico, was baking cakes
I in the kitchen. Just then sho oamc to the
I door, and motioned with her mouth to me:
"Do let him stay, auntie," and if I hadn't had
good sense 1 might, but I knew better than a
chit of sixteen.
"Go away with you !" said I, louder than
before. "I won't have this any longer."
And he gave a kind of a groan, and took
his haud from the latch, and went champ,
champ, champ, through the frozen snow again;
and 1 thought him gone, when there ho was
once more, hardly with a knock at all?a faint
touch, like a child's, now.
And when I opened the door again he came
quite in, and stood leaning on his cane, palo as
a ghost, his eyes bigger than ever.
I |"Well, of all impudence !" said I.
He looked a*, me, and he said :
"Madam, I have a; mother at Grecnbank. I
want to live to see her. I s- all not if 1 try to
go any further to-night."
"They all want to sec their mothers," and
just then it came into my mind that 1 hoped
my son, Charlie, who had been a real soldier,
an officer he had come to be; mind you, wanted
to sec his, and would soou.
"I have been wouuded, as you sec," said he.
"Don't go a showing me your hurts," said
I; "they buy 'em, so they told me, to go a
begging with uow. T'rcad the papers, 1 tell
ye, and I'm principled, and so's our clergy
man, agin giving anything, unless it's through
some well organized society. Tramps arc my
abomination. And as to keeping you all
night, you can't expect that of decent folks?
go!" '
Drusilla came to the door and said :
"Let him stay, auntie," with her lips again,
but I took no notice.
So he went, and this time did not come
back ; and I sat down by the fire, and smelt
the baking-cakes and tho apples stewing ; and
?the tea.drawings th<*kitohou stove; and-1
ought to have been very comfortable, but I
wasn't. Something seemed tugging at my
heart all the time.
I gave the fire a poke, and lit another can
dle to cheer myself up, and I went to my work
basket to get the sock I had been knitting for
my Charlie ; and as I wcut to get it I saw
something lying on th : floor. I pieked it up.
It was an old tobacco pouch, ever so much like
the one I gave Charlie, with fringe around it,
and written on it in ink : "From C. F. to R.
H.;" and inside was a bit of tobacco and an
old pipe, and a letter, a rumpled old letter ;
and, when I spread it out I saw on the top,
?My dear son."
I know the beggar must have dropped it.
and my heart gave one big thump, as though it
had been turned into a hammer.
Perhaps the story was truo, and he had a
mother. I shivered all over, and the fire and
the candles nud the nice comfortable smells
might us well not have been at all. I was cold
and wretched.
And over and over again had I to say to my
self what I heard our pastor say often : "Nev
er give anything to chance beggars, my dear
friends; always bestow your alms on worthy
persons, through well-organized societies," be
fore I could get a bit of comfort. And what
an old fool I was to cry, I thought, when I
found my checks wet.
Rut I did not cry long, for, as I sat there,
dash and crash and jingle came n sleigh over
the road, and it stopped nt our gate, and I
heard my Charlie's voice crying: "Halloa,
mother!" And out I went to the door, and
bad him in my arms, my great, tall, handsome,
brown son. And there he was in bis uniform,
with his pretty shoulder-straps, and as hearty
as if he never had been through any hardships.
Hu had to leave mo to put the horso up, and
then 1 had by the firo my own boy. And
Drusilla, who had been up stairs, and had been
crying?why, I wonder??came down all in a
flutter?for they were like brother and sister
?and he kissed her, and she kissed him, and
then away she went to set the table, and the
nice hot things smoked on a cloth as
white as snow ; and how Charlie enjoyed
them ! Rut once, in the midst of all, I felt a
frightened feeling come over me, and I know 1
turned pale, for Drusilla said: "What is the
matter, Aunt Fairfax V
I said nothing; but it was this: Kind o'
like the ghost of a step, going champ, champ,
over the frozen snow ; kind o' like tho ghost
of a voice sayiug : "Lot ine lie on the floor bc
foro your fire, and give mo any kind of a
crust;" kind o' like somo one that had a moth
er down on tho wintry road, and freezing and
starving to death there. That is what it was.
Rut I put it away, and only thought of Char
lie.
Wo drew up together by tho fire when tho
tea was done, and ho told us things about the
war I'd never heard before?how the soldiers
Buffeted, and what weary marches and short
rations they sometimes had. And then he told
me how his life had been in danger; how ho
had been set upon by the foe and badly wound
ed ; and how, at tho risk of his own life,a fel
low-soldier had saved him, and carried him
away, fighting his path bask to camp.
"I'd^ never seen you but for him," says my
Charlie. "And if there's a man on earth I love
it's Dob Hadaway?the dearest, best follow!
We've shared each other's rations, and drank
from the same canteen many and many a time;
nnd if I had a brother, 1 couldn't think more
of him."
"Why didn't you bring him homo to see
your mother, Charlie," said I. "Why I'd love
him too, nnd anything I could do for the man
who saved my hoy's life, couldn't be enough.
Send for him Charlie."
But Charlie shook his head, and covered his
face with his hands.
"Mother," said he, "I don't know whether
Rob Hadaway is alive or dead to-day. While
L was still in the ranks he was taken prisoner.
And military prisons arc poor places to live
in, mother I'd give my right hand to bu able
to do him any good ; hut 1 can lind no traco
of him. Aud he has a mother too, and she is
so fond of him ! She lives at Greoubank?poor
old lady. My dear, good, noble Rob, the pre
server of my life."
And I saw Charlie was nearly crying.
Not to let us see the tears, he got up and
went to the niuutel-piece. I did not look
around until 1 heard a cry :
"Great heaven ! what is it ?"
Aud 1 turned, and Charlie had the tobacco
pouch the man had dropped, in his hand.
'?Where did this come from V said he. "]
feel, as though I had seen a ghost. I gave
this to Rob Hudawny the day he saved me.
We soldiers, had not much to give, you know
and he vowed never to part with it while he
lived. How did it come here, mother ?"
And 1 fell back in my chair, white and
cold, and said I.
"A wandering tramp left it hero. Never
your Rob, my dear; never your Hob. Ho
must to have been an impostor. I wouldn't
have turned away ?person really iu^ntnt. Oh;
no, no ; it's another pouch, child ; or he stole <
it. A tall fellow, with blu eyes, Aud yellow
brown bair ; wounded, ho said, and going to
his mother to Greeubank. Not your Rob.
And Charlie stood staring at me, with
clenched hands ; and said he
I:lt wob my Rob I it was my dear old Rob,
wounded and starving!?uiy dear old Rob. who
saved my life, and you have driven him out i )
such a night as thiB, mother. My mother to
use Rob so!
Condemn me, Charlie, said T; condemn un
it" you like; I'm afraid God will. Three times
he came back; three times he asked only for a
crust and a place to lie, and I drove him away
?I, I?and he's lying in the road now. Oh!
if I had known ! Oh ! if I had known!
And Charlie caught up his hut.
I'll find him if he's alive, said he. Oh !
Rob, my dear friend.
And then?I never saw the girl in such tak
ing. Down went Drusilla on her ktiees, as if
she wss saying her prayers, and snys she:
Thank Cod I darod to do it!
And says the again to me: j
Oh! aunt, I've beeu trembling with fright,!
not knowing what you'd say to mo. I took
him in the kitchen way. I couldn't see him
?go fuitlt. and hungry, and wounded, und I put
liiin in the spare chamber over the parlor, and
I I've been so frightened all the while.
Lord bless you, Drusilla, said Charlie.
A men, says I.
And she, getting bolder, went on ;
And 1 took him up some hot short cakes
aud npplc-sus* and tea, says she. and f took
him a caudle, and a hot brick for Ids feet, and
1 told him to cat, and go to bed in the best
chamber, aunt Fairfax, with l' 0 white
j counterpane and all, and 1 locked him in aud
put the key in my pocket; and I told him
that he should have one night's rest, and that
no one should turn him out unless they walked
over my dead body.
Aud Drusilla said it like an actress in a
tragedy, and went oil" into hysterics the mo
ment the words were out of her mouth. She'd
been expecting to be half murdered, you know,
nnd the girl was but sixteen, and always he
fore, minded mo as if I was her mother.
Never was there any old sinner po happy as
I was that night, so thankful to the good
Lord; and it would have done your heart good
if you had gone to see the two moot in the
morning?Charlie and his friend Rob. And
Charlie, who got so well and had a mother
who was not poor cither, helped Rob into
business1? And he got over his wounds at last,
and grow as hadsomo as a picture, and to-day
week he is going to innrry Drusilla.
I'd give you anything 1 have, said l,nnd
I won't refuse you even Drusilla, wheu he
asked me, telling mo that ho hud loved her
over since she was so kind to him on the night
I've told you of.
Aud Charlio is to stand up with him, aud
I ajri to give Brasilia away, and Bob's sister
frX't Greeubank ia to bo bridesmaid, and I
ha* a guess that some day Charlie will bring j
bdKiomo to mo in Brasilia's place.
Hdon't drive beggars from the door now
as J used, and no doubt I'm often imposed
upc'i; but this Is what t say: Better be
imposed upon ?lv.sys, then to be eroel %o one
who really needs help. And I've read my
Bihto better2 of late, and I know who nays:
Even- as you hare dono it .unto the leant of
thefd, yo have done it unto me.
I VARIOU 8.
Down on Grant
Anna Dickinson, tho eloquent, has poured
out.a few of the vials of her wrath on the de
voted head of Gco. Grant. She don't believo
in <?jc leaden tongucd General. She thinks
he it not sound on the negro goose, and that
the-smoke of his cigar should be mistaken for
tlx^balo of popularity. In this she is a little
mote than half right. Of his unmanly con
due', and gross prevarication in relation to
cabinet affairs tho Dickinson deponent saith
not*. Such trifles do not trouble her; but to
be silent on the negro question?this is the
great offense.
If ear Anna:
?The Radical party cannot live upon the
memory of its good deeds."
.-Your works in tho past won't save you."
%;You Radicals shirk the unpopular necessity
of putting the black race forward."
'?You want to cover up the negro with
Criut.
Unless you give tho Northern negro tho
ha?Iot. you wou't get the support of tho negroes
So;ith."
?It is not sufficient that Grant was a soldier.
M^Clollan was a soldier. Fit* John Porter
wak unsold icr. It it not sufficient to write
ag/.inst any man's name?soldier.
T'Ry nominating Grant you show yourselves
cdjvards arid poltroons."
VOrant is iio^fl?dard-bcarer when princi
pTes>.ic tn^itfl^^Rfor." <? *?
"You' want Grant without a platform for the
sake of expediency and winning the next elec
tion."
?'I wouldn't have a personal quarrel with
Con. Grant. I dure to bay what a great many
are thinking."
UI don't want Gen. Grant for President."
"Speech is silver, silence is golden. Grant's
silence is leaden."
"Ho must speak before he gets tho nomina
tion."
"You can't hurrah for Grant and win on
that issue."
"Shame, shame on those Republicans who
say : I bcliove the black man should vote iu
Louisiana, but undor no circumstances here ia
Ehuira."
"Disintegration stares tho Radicals iu the
face because they arc ashamed to come out
boldy and openly for negro suffrage."
"Don't hide your principles, if you've got
any behind the smoke of ono man's cigar."
WomAnt* Word Book.
Afford, to.?Not to spend more than double
your income.
Affe.?An indefinite article, added to as a
minor, but never allowed to increase after
thirty.
Agreeable.?Epithet for any one who carries
flattery to its farthest limits.
Agriculture.- -Something which produces
strawberries and green peas during winter.
Air.?Haughty or otherwise?an clemeut of
success.
Allowance.?A paltry pittance made by a
father or husband to compare one with slaves
for hire.
Amusement.?The aim of life.
Angel,/em.?To be found poetically, before
marriage and after death.
Arithmetic.?A torture invented by trades
people.
Ava'riet?Any attempt to sj>cnd less than
double our income.
Awkward?Doing brought to the point by
two men at onco, to each of whom sho has
promised encouragement.
Ball.?Hymen's Market, where unmarried
ladies arc trotted out for inspection, ami knock
ed down to tho highest bidder.
Bank.?A gold-field somewhere in the city,
whero any man can find money when it is to
be spent on himself.
Bargain.?Goods which cost 20 per cent,
more than they nrc worth.
Bear.?A being impervious to the rays of
beauty.
Beggary.?Reduced to keeping one man
servant and a pony for tho children.
Blush, to.?An art almost extinot. Can be
had, howovor, on tho payment of a large sum.
Break.?Used in connection with t heart;
perhaps the only ihing which was never known
to break.
Bridal?What every female peek bonds to
wittingly, as long as there la no curb.
Brute.?A huaband who ueca the curb afW
the bridal.
Btiei'ncsi.?Any one's but your own.
Butterfly.?A bachelor who looks before ho
leaps.
Conversation with Gtfl Grant
I found Mr. Grant in the patent office ex
amining some patent sogar holders.
"Good nioruiug, Mr. Grant."
j "Good morning, Mr. Head."
"Be yon in the war office now 7"
"No; I'm in the putentoffice now; smoke?"
"Yes; please give us a light; be you going
to run for the next Presidency, Mr. Grant?"
"I slow seventy thousand men in tho battle
of the Wilderness, Mr.
"Yos, which side wore tho slewed men fight
in'on, Mr. Grant?"
Hero ho sat down so as to stroke easier.
That's all he said.
Said I again, "Mr. Grant, folks don't know
where you stand; do you?"
He bit off tho end of a sogar and replied.
"What boss did you bot on at tho race the
other day ?"
"Said I, lookin' at him, not the hoss you'ro
tryin' to ride, old fcl;" and there by hangs a
tale!"
Ho lit another sheroot, and I says,
"Mr. (.1 rant, we're sufferin' terribly down
South; couldn't you and some other woman
send us down some tracts ?".
"I will speak to jilr. Stanton, and if ho
hasn't anything for me to do in tho oflieo this
afternoon I'll get somo scgars and take you out
to ride."
I was satisfied by the abovo conversation,
that General Grant was n great man; I never
bad a man grato more on my feeling than he
did: he is a man more qualified as a man than
Anna Biokenson ever was
Not in Tnn Same Boat,?It has generally
been supposed that the Origiual Abolitionists
sailed in tho same boat, hut the following
report of an episode,, which, occurred at tho
meeting of the Anti-Slavery Society in New
York on Wednesday, shows that tho boat and
tho captain were alike distasteful to at least
one person:
"At the conclusion of Mr. Phillips' address
Mrs. Stanton stepped forward to speak, but
ut this moment an oratorical lady in the
audience, who gave her name as Mrs. Kemp
claimed tho floor, and insisted that she was
'up first' in such a determined manner that no
one seemed to have the courage to contradict
her. Addressing Mr. Phillips, sho said: I
observe that you are Bailing down the gulf
stream in a very small boat, in which there is
room only for white sfM black men and no
for us women ; so I suppose we shall have to
take another boat. You have no objection ?
"Mr. Phillips (bowing)?Not the slightest,
madam.
"Mrs. Kemp?And to begin with, we don't
want you for captain.
"Mr. Phillips bowed.
"Mrs. Kemp?Wc want a bigger mnn thau
yon. We want a better and more righteous
man than you.
"Mr. Phillips?Thank you, madam.
"Mrs. Kemp?There is anuthur boat, sir?
the Democratic boat?I suppose wc shall have
to take that. You have no object ion ?
"Mr. Phillips?None whatever, madam.
"The lady seemed disposed to continue tho
colloquy, which however, was brought to an
abrupt end by Mrs. IS. Cady Stanton, who
stepped forward and began an address."
_? -
The WonsT ' f it.?"Do you want any
berries, ma'am ?" said a poor little boy to a
lady one day.
The little fellow was very shabbily clothed,
and his feet were bare and travel-stained. In
j both hands he hold up a tin pail full of ripe
raspberries, which were prettily peeping out
from amid the green leaves that lay lightly
over them.
j The lady told him she would like some;
I and taking the pnil from him, she stepped in
I to the house. He did not follow, but remain
i ed behind, whistling, to some ? .narics hang
ing in their cage in the porch.
' Why do you not come in, and soo if I
measure your berries right ?" said tho lady,
"how do you know but what I may cheat
you ?"
The hoy looked archly up at her and smiled.
?'I'm not afraid," said he, "for you would yet
the iror?t of it, ma'am."
"Get the worst of it," said she, "what do
you moan."
"Why, ma'am, I should only lose my ber
ries, and you would be stealing; don't you
think you would get the worst of it ?"
An exchange says, that Bcnj. F. Butler
wonld spurn a one hundred thousand dollar
bribe, as soon as he would a hogshead of silver
spoons !
Items,
Be ?uro you're right, thou go ahead.
A young Indian girl, porfeetly wild, was re
cently purchased in Terra del Fucgo, fore,
bag of buscuits.
A lady who was -startled out of sleep by
some one trying to enter tho house, cried out,
"Who is there J" "!>?* late husband," Wss
tho reply.
A conscience-stricken jtycf in Maine, re
cently returned a bolt of cloth, on wliioh was
written: "Rum took it, sober brought it
back."
The Radicals objected to tho testimony of
Gen. Sherman being received, .for they, Jknow
ho would prove that Grant had advised the
President to remove Stanton. The Northorn
papers condemn the managers for the treat
ment of Gen. Sherman.
Choosing a wife is like dipping the hancl in
to a bag containing ninety-six snakes ajjjd ono
cel. Ninety-nine to one if you catch th6 cel.
If Adam had asked Eve for a kiss j could
the latter without profanity, have' rcpltcdj" I
don't caro, A-dam, if you do ?"
The Radicals are getting afraid of Butlor.
They believe t>iat the old cock-eyed scoundrel
has been paid to wreck their craft.
"Now that you arc on my side, I hope you
will stick to me," as tho patient said to the
plaster."
Reading only furnishes the mind witn ma
terials of knowledge. 'Tis thinking makos
what we read ours.?Loihu
? . ? ??
Dr. Frauklin nsod to say that rich widows
are tho only picco of second-hand. goods that
sell at prime cost. ,;
A writer dwelling on the importance of
small things, says that "ho always takes . note
oven of a straw, cspcoially if there happens to
be a sherry-cobbler at one end." .
A sap headed boy wrote to his sweetheart,
who had slighted: him, that his brain was on
fire, and received the following reply : 'tRIow
it out." ??'???} ?
Tho lower house of the Ohio Legislature
has passed a measure disfranchising all per
sons having a "visible admixture" of negro.
We return our thanks (not ironically} to
several torn and other eats for a serenade 'last
night. We presume it was in honor of the
ratification of the Constitution.
The Prince of Wales is reported to be get
ting more in debt and out of funds.
i
A silver wedding has been celebrated in In
diana, much to the astonishment of the citizens
of tfint State of divorces.
Carlotta har not entirely recovered her mind.
Her insanity now manifests itself in extreme
talkativeness, and a disposition to tell family
secrets and scandalous stories to every stranger
she meets.
In Atlanta they have a negro who is gradu
ally turning to a white man. In thi? District
there arc several tehite men who have rapidly
turned to negroes.
If a Wisconsin farmc plants a row of trees
along the road, he is exempted from working
on tho road.
The Nashville Gazette of tho 6th instant
says that a rumor reached that city on tho
day previous, that Governor Rrownlow had
been struck with palsy and was not expected
to live many days.
?A Western paper contains tho following
apology : "The editor is absent, tho foreman
had the toothache, the 'devil' is drunk aud
trying to drink lager beer out of a boot jack,
the press is out of order, aud we aiu't well our
selves?so please excuse a poor papor this
week."
It is said that a company of capitalist is at
present being organized in New York with the
object in view of selecting and bringing to
this country from Spain and European capitals
a magnificent ballot and opera combination
troupe, selected with care and great expense
for the purpose of introducing here the Span
ish Zarzuola or Comic Opera.
"Papa, didn't you whip mo onco for biting
little Toiny ?"
"Yes, my doar, you hurt him very much."
"Well, then, papa, you ought to whip sis
ter's music master, too; hobitj-istor yesterday
afternoon right on tho mouth, and I know it
hurt her, because she put her arms around his
neck, and tried to choke him."
An Irishman being nskod at the dinner ta
ble whether he would take some 'apple pie,
said:
"Is it houlsomo ?"
"To bo sure it is; why do you ask thai
question V
"Because I 'onco had an undo that was kill
ed with apple plexy, and sure I thought it
something of the samo sort of dish."