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TERMS. One-copy for one year._.8 2.00 ?*? ? '* 14 six months.?. L25 Ton copies for one year._. 20.00 Twenty copies for one year.?.? 37.50 The clubs of ten and twenty will be sent to any address. Subscriptions will not be received for a less period than six months. ADVERTISING RATES. Advertisements will be inserted at the rate of One Dollar per square of one inch space for the first insertion, and Fifty Cents per square for each subsequent insertion. Liberal contracts made with those wishing to advertise for three, six or twelve months. Obituary notices exceediug fiw: lines will be charged for at advertising rates. Announcement of candidates, Five Dollars in each case invariably in advance. Job Work eash on delivery, in. every instance. LOVE AND PAINTING. BY AMY RANDOLPH. "Yea," said Mrs. Western, solemnly, "it will be a very nice thing to have Beatrice well set? tled in life." "Very nice," said Miss Victoria Western, with a grave nod. Poor little Beatrice Moore t Ever since she couitf remember, she had been bandied and buffeted about from one home to another?from the unwilling charge of one distant relation to the loveless care of another. She had no abiding place; nobody seemed to want her. The chief object in life of those around her appeared to be to get rid of her as quickly as possible. It was a bitter consciousness to darken the life of a girl of eighteen, but such it was. Beatrice looked shyly across at the glass, with a mental marvel whether Major Chelsey really could like her well enough to marry her, and what did she see there ? A round, rosy face, touched with fresh pink on either side, and framed in by shining rolls of nut-brown hair?eyes of deep violet gray, almond-shaped, and. full of wistful softness, and a small ex? pressive mouth, crimson in color, and beauti? fully shaped. It was not such an unsatisfacto? ry survey, after all. * "You had better change that rusty wrapper for a more decent-looking dress, Beatrice," said Victoria Western. "I should not be sur? prised if Major Chelsey were to call to-day." "Yes, Victoria," said Beatrice, meekly, "when I have washed the breakfast china and dusted idle drawing-rooms." "Let Betty do those this morning; it's almost twelve now," said Victoria, pettishly. "Don't, for pity's sake, be the one to overturn all our plans for getting vou married V* Beatrice sighed softly as she went up stairs. "It would be so nice to be loved 1" thought our poor little heroine, with the instinctive longing for affection that forms part of every woman's nature. "I think Hugh Chelsey loves me, and yet I scarcely dare to nope." So Beatrice Moore put on her one silk dress ?a deep crimson, that Victoria Western had worn for three winters before it descended to the dependent cousin, and pinned on the little lace collar, that had been darned and mended until there was a very small portion of the original fabric left, and brushed the brown rolls of hair until they shone with satiny gloss. And then Beatrice took the family basket of stockings and a good-sized darning needle, and sat down in the recess of the back parlor win? dow to darn her aunt's stockings aud think.? Of what? Well, of what do girls generally think when the shadow of a great, all-absorb? ing love is creeping over their whole nature ? Of what do they think when they cannot but feel how surely their own individuality is being merged into that of another ? Beatrice Moore at the hour's end could herself scarcely have told just what she had been thinking of, aud yet the thoughts had been very sweet, and the time had slipped away with almost impercepti? ble lapse. Ana. what was Hugh Chelsey about that he did not make the expected visit ? "I'ilgo and see Beatrice Moore this morn? ing," Hugh Chelsey had said within himself, as he sallied out into the brilliant sunshine. Major Chelsey was a tall, fine-looking man, of some seven or eight and twenty, with bright black eyes, and curling black hair brushed away from an olive brow?a man whose life had nearly all been passed under the burning glow of an East Indian sun, and whose man? ners were a curious compound of easy frank? ness and total defiance of conventionality. "I don't know what to make of Major Chel? sey," Mrs. Milton had said, to whose house the eccentric East Indian had brought letters of introduction. '"Sometimes he acts like a prince of the blood, aud then agaiu you would take him for a brigand. They say he's very rich, and yet there is not a particle of assumption about him. I declare, he's quite an enigma!" Hugh, blessedly unconscious of all the spec? ulations he inspired in various female minds, walked along, swinging his cane, and whistling the sad, strongly-marked refrain of some old oriental air, as he wondered within himself whether Beatrice Moore would consent to go Back to the palm-shaded valleys of the golden East with him. "Hallo L" ejaculated major Chelsey, suddenly out short in his meditations by the unexpected apparition of a man in soiled garments and paper cap, sitting on Mrs. Western's door-step, and another, somewhat better dressed, berating him most soundly. "Why, Tom, it isn't you ?" cried the Major, recognizing a man who had come over from India in the same ship with himself?a light hearted, merry young Englishman, whose con? stant flow of spirits had rendered him a gener? al favorite. "What's the matter? Are you sick ?" "Sick?no!" retorted the other, interposing before the man addressed could reply. "It's all a make-believe game. I've paid him before? hand for his time, and now he needn't think Fm going to be gammoned by this sort of thing. Come, Meredith, up the ladder with you, man! This house has got to be painted by noon to-morrow, or my contract falls through!" "I could not climb that ladder again, Mr. Field, if you were to give me a thousand dol? lars. My head swims, and ".Nonsense! it'll be steady enough when you once get there." "But if the man is really ill f" interrupted Major Chelsey, rather sternly. "Can't help that," said the master painter. "The job has got to be done, ill or not ill." "Go and get another hand," said Chelsey, in an undertone, glancing at the haggard face of poor Tom Meredith. "Don't you see tho fellow ought to be in bed." "It's easy to say 'get another hand,' " said the painter, apparently driven to the very verge of frenzy, "but 'taint so easy to do. There aint a hand to be had. They are paintin' St. Bartholomew's, and the Lefevrc Hotel besides, and you can't get a fellow to work for you fur love noitmoney." "At all events, Meredith is very ill." "He's always complainin', Tom Meredith is ?and the job must go ahead." "It's no use, Major; I'm obliged to you, all the same, but I'll try it once more. It ain't for myself I care, but the wife and the little ones." He took the paint pail in one hand and a stack of brushes in the other, and put one foot on the lowest round of the ladder/ But even that slight effort seemed too much for the over? tasked frame?the brushes fell to the ground, and poor Meredith staggered back against a tree. "Ob, come?go ahead!" urged the master, brutally ; "I'm tired of all this play-acting." "Stop!" said Chelsey, resolutely. "Tom Meredith, go home to your wife, and tell her to take care of you. And von, Mr. Painter, if you must have a hand to take his place, I'm your man." "You, sir I" echoed the man incredulously. "Yes, I. Hand over your pail and brushes; I painted our bungalow once in India, and it's strange if I can't nandle the brushes now.? What are you staring at'?" "But, Major," pleaded Tom, feebly. "Go home, I say," waved the Major. "Hold on, give us your canvass overalls first. There ?now for a day's work that shall make old skinflint down there open his eyes." "Old skinflint," as Chelscy irreverently termed him, smiled rather doubtfully. "If you take the responsibility of sending away my best hand, you'll undertake to make his place good, of course, sir." "Don't I tell you I kuow how to paint?" And Major Hugh Chelsey defiantly ascended the ladder, brandishing the brushes above his head, a signal of defiance. "Well, if this ain't the queerest go!" was the master-painter's puzzled comment, as he watched the scientific manner in which his new journeyman handled the brushes. "He does go about it like a fellow that understands what he's doin', and yet?well, no matter. I shan't lose anything by the change of hands." "Not a bad "day's work, hey, you in the brown Eaper cap ?" said the Major, as he stood eyeing is performance, while the others were putting away their brushes and over-garments. "No, sir, 'taint," responded the individual addressed; "but you wouldn't work that way, I guess, day after day." "Very probably not," said the Major. "It does tire one?but I shall sleep like a top.? Little Beatrice Moore," he added, internally, "you must wait a day or two. A man can't paint houses all day and be in proper trim for love-making in the evening. Heigho! how stiff my joints feel. I wonder how poor Tom Meredith is." Early the next morning, Major Chelsey ap Eeared on the field, ready to renew his work, ut there was, fortunately, no further necessity for his services. Tom Meredith was there, gratefully touching his cap to his substitute. "The day's rest has set me all right, Major," he said. "I'm able to work now, but I don't know how to thank you for?" "For just nothing at alii" said the Major, tartly. "Hold your tongue, Tom Meredith, and give this bill to your youngest torment to buy candy with." And the Major rushed back to bis hotel to dress with special reference to quite a different day's work. Major Chelsey had scarcely climbed the lad? der the day before, when Miss Victoria West? ern, going into the front guest-chamber for her furs, caught a glimpse of his honest face, just on a level with the topmost panes of the win? dow, and his hands manipulating a huge brush. "My goodness gracious!" ejaculated Miss Victoria, "it's Major Chelsey! No it isn't; it's a horrid painter man. It's?" She stood a moment in puzzled wonderment. Then some? thing definite seemed to shape itself out of the chaos of her mind. "I've heard of adventurers before," she mur? mured, clasping her hands nervously together, "but I never met one before. Why, it's as plain as the noonday! Major Chelsey is no Indian officer; he's a wretch of a common house-painter, who thinks to marry our Beat? rice ; but he'll not succeed! no?not he 1" Sho flew down stairs to impart the astonish? ing tidings to her mother and Beatrice. "Well?I?ne-ver!" ejaculated Mrs. Western, in blank dismay. "The impudence of the man!" screamed Victoria. "But of course, Beatrice, you'll never speak to him again." Beatrice turned white and red, and red and white again, before she spoke, and finally the words crept out, low and hesitating: "But, Mrs. Western, what difference does it make, whether he is a major or a house-painter, when?when?" Mrs. Western and Victoria waited in awful silence for the last four words. "When I love him?" And then burst the storm of objugation over Beatrice's shrinking head, until the little thing crept away in tears, to hide her doubts and ter? rors in the welcome solitude of her own apart? ment. "A cousin of mine degrade herself by pre? suming to be in love with a mechanic!" shriek? ed Mrs. Western. "And a man, too, who has never even de? clared himself," added Victoria. This was the unkindest cut of all, and Beat? rice believed herself to be, not only low-minded and unrefined, but nninaidenly also. But for ail that, she was certain of one thing?she loved tho Major, or the painter, or whatever he was, and she could not help herself. All that day and all the next, the domestic storm raged with unsoftened vehemence, and about noon, just as Beatrice was beginning se? riously to contemplate the possibility of packing her few dresses into a bundle, and running away to service somewhere, the drawing-room door opened, and "Major Chelsey, to sec Miss Moore," was announced. Beatrice rose with varying color, and held out one trembling little hand. Mrs. Western glared on tho new comer, and Victoria kept her eyes steadily on the carpet. "How dare you come here, sir ?" demanded the matron, fiercely. The Major's belligerent blood fired up. "To see Miss Moore," he said, with cool au [ dacity, that made Mrs. Western's cap frills stand straight out. "And what business can you have with Miss Moore?" The Major glanced at Beatrice's face; some? thing iu the violet eyes gave him courage. "lo ask her to marry me, ma'am." "You?a treacherous adventurer, a common house-painter, dressed up to deceive society in a major's uniform ? Your impertinence is be? yond my comprehension! Beatrice, why do you not order him out of your presence at once?" "Beatrice," said the Major?it was the first time the musical Italian uame had ever crossed his lips in addressing her?"is it yes or no?" "No!" emphatically interposed Mrs. Western. Major Chelscy half turned away, but a light hand fell on his arm. Beatrice had glided to his side. "Yes, Hugh." "What! are you willing to marry a house painter ?" "I am willing to marry you." And then the Major, still holding tight to the little hand that had fallen on his arm, quietly explained the circumstances that had ptaced him temporarily iu so peculiar a light. Mrs. Western flushed aud turned pale alter? nately. "I am sure, Major, I never intended any of? fence?I-" "No apologies, Madam," said the Major, with a light inflection of sarcasm in his voice. "As long as I am sure of disinterested love, the opinion of others is of very little conse? quence to me." And Beatrice, in the romance of her little heart, almost wished that Hugh Chelsey was a "common house-painter,'' iu order that she might prove still more satisfactorily how very, very dearly she loved him. about So.?Wendell Phillips said to an au? dience in Boston: "I do not believe the State will ever do iLs duty until it (its the man to get his bread. I think the State is bound to give to the child of every man in tho community, poor and rich, the opportunity of a book edu? cation, and to learn a trade, and lie should get his living out of it. We have hitherto eleva? ted the brain until wc destroyed the very feet. The school system of to-day docs not contem? plate the fact of a man's having a stomach, and needing to be able to get somcthiug to go into it. The education of* to-day is a monster; it is almost as bad as that of the lower classes in England, who know only how to use a spade or watch a spindle." ? The modest man will not parade his own excellence Just he should offend, Practical Joke on Horace Greclcr. The laying of the Atlantic cable was cele? brated by a dinner in the Metropolitan Hotel. Many old New York merchants, who had been farmers and country mechanics in their boy? hood days, were among the guests. One of the latter was Horace Greeley, who occupied a seat near the presiding officer. Many of the old merchants appeared with old steel watch-guards and -antiquated swallow-coats. Mr. Greeley wore his usual claw-hammer. The merchant) did not understand the French bill of fare, and without waiting for the regular course, many of them ordered the waiters to bring up beef-steak. Mr. Greeley followed suit. When the wine was brought on, a majority of the company drank freely. Mr. Grcclcy placed his hand over his glass and refused to accept wine, saying that he drank only water. Warren Leland, the proprietor of the hotel, felt much chagrined at Mr. Grceley's action. He went to him and said : "Now, look here, Horace, this is not treating your old neighbor right. You and I have been farmers for years together. You have borrowed my harrow, and I have borrowed your plow. When I wanted a scythe, I went to your place and borrowed it. If you run out of corn, my barn was always open to you. Here it is the first timn that you have ever been in my house, and I think that neighborly feeling ought to require that you should take a little something and not drink cold water." "Now, Warren," answered Mr. Greeley, "there's no use of talking, I never drank a drop of spirituous liquors since I signed the pledge in 1822, and I shall never drink a drop. If I were going to drink a glass of rum, I'd just as soon drink with you as any other man. But I can't do it; now go away and let me alone." Warren grew red in the face. "Mr. Gree? ley," he said, "this is not treating me right. Here I have kept a hotel in New York city for nearly twenty years, and the first time you come into it you refuse to drink my health." "No I don't," replied Horace; "I will drink your health with great pleasure," raising his glass of water. "Not in water," answered Warren; "that is not the fluid to drink a man's health in. I in? sist that you shall let me mix you a drink. I will mix it with my own hands. I can assure you that no man in New York understands mixing drinks better than I do." Mr. Greeley laughed and shook his head. Warren redoubled his pleading so earnestly, that at last Horace said: "Well, Warren, you can go down stairs and mix me up a lemonade; that's the best I can do for you, and I don't think you ought to ask me any more. Now go away and let me alone." Warren went down stairs. He mixed up the most delicious lemonade ever concocted in the Metropolitan Hotel. He took a glass nearly as large as a weiss beer glass. He filled it with ice, with sugar, with peppermint, with a big piece of pineapple, a bit of orange, with slices of lemon, some tansy, Stoughton bitters, and, last of all, about two table-spoonsful of Sazarac brandy. Then he stuck two straws into it and took the lemonade to Horace. "What are those for, Warren ?" asked Mr. Greeley, pulling the straws out of the glass and flourishing them in Warren's face. "Why, that's tho fashionable way of drink? ing lemonade," Warren replied. "Did you never suck cider with a straw out of a bung hole when a boy." "Yes," replied Horace, "but this is not cider,! and I don't see any bung hole. I prefer the old fashioned way of drinking lemonade," and he pulled the two straws out of the glass and dropped them into his hat, which was on the table at his side. Then Horace drank the lomonade. A pleas? ant expression stole over his countenance. He stopped when half-way through, and said: "Well, Warren, this is great lemonade. This is good lemonade. I never tasted any better. You certainly have a remarkable faculty for mixing lemonade." Warren puckered up his mouth like a rat Hole, and-gave vent to one of his heavy laughs. There was more vim than sound in Warren's laugh. Mr. Greeley finished his lemonade.? After it had disappeared, a strange light began to caper in Horace's eyes. He talked more freely than usual. His sayings were spiced with quaint oddities. He talked of plows, coultors and martingales, then of breechiDg straps and Yankee scythe-naths, of new jumped axes, saw-bucks and patent corn-shellers, of old dog-drums, and of the thousand and one things connected with farming. It was one of the most interesting conversa? tions that was ever held in the Metropolitan Hotel. Warren drank in Horace's words of wisdom after Horace had drunk Warren's lem? onade. In a few moments Horace said: "Warren. I would like another lemonade, but don't take the trouble to go down stairs and mix it your? self, let one of the waiters bring it." Warren fired up in an instant. He said he could be guilty of no such act of discourtesy to an old friend. He insisted upon going himself, and he went. The second lemonade was mixed like the first, with the exception that Warren chucked in three table-spoonsful of Sazarac brandy instead of two. Horace took the tum? bler and sucked the drink in like a three-year old child. "Warren," he said, "this lemonade is even better than the other one. You are a treat man, Warren, and you know how to eep a hotel; your art of mixing lemonade is unsurpassed." Horace drained the glass. He put it down, and looked as though ho was sorry he had got through it so quick. The merry twinkle in his eye increased. His talk flamed with wit.? Those who were fortunate enough to be seated near hi in roared with laughter. They were filled with wine, and Horace was filled with lemonade. Lemonade was productive of more wit than wine. It was a great temperance lec? ture, though none of them so regarded it. The company broke up at a late hour, and though Horace took not a drop of the hundred bottles of wine which disappeared on that night, he went home the jnost intoxicated man in the whole party. Col. Forney's Views?Greeley will make a Good President.?I was conversing to-day. on a railway train with a personal friend of Col. John W. Forney, a well-known rail? way man. He said ho had recently talked with Col. Forney about the political prospects, and was surprised to find the Colonel holding and expressing such opinions as he did. As specimens of the utterances of the late Collect? or of the Port of Philadelphia and editor of the Press, he gave the following: "Greeley will make a good, efficient Presi? dent. He is an able, honest man. In fact, I regard him as by all means the ablest editor of* America; wise, sagacious and large-heart? ed." Before closing the conversation, Col. Forney said : "I shan't make any speeches for Grant. I will vote for him, but that's all."?Cincinnati Commercial. The Owners of Ireland?Less Than Twenty Thousand of Them in All?A return has just been issued by the House of Commons about absenteeism. It appears that less than 20,000 persons own the soil of Ireland, of whom f>,!>S2 own less than 100 acres. These, of course, arc resident; and so arc 5,.r>$9 more, owning an average of 1,'iOO acres apiece ; while only 1,443, owning altogether 3,140,514 acres, or a sevenIh of the soil, arc usually resident outside the Island. A considerable number, 4,465, reside away from their properties, but still in Ireland, and the remaining few arc oc? casional visitors. Absenteeism can hardly be counted, therefore, among the grievances of Ireland, more especially as many of the richest absentees arc among the more spirited and len? ient laudiords. Lord Palmerston, for example, was a much better man to live under than any resident squireen, TriE Effects of Ignorance.?The bureau of education at Washington is about to enlarge its lield of inquiry, and has just issued two cir? culars, addressed respectively to keepers of almshouses and prisons in all parts of the Uni? ted States, soliciting information in regard to the causes of pauperism and crime. The in? quiries in regard to convicts cover the following points: Their nativity, age wbeu convicted, social relations and habits and condition of parents. The inquiries under the head of "so? cial "relations" are classified as follows: Mar? ried or single, separated from, husband or wife, divorced, orphans or half orphans. Under the head of "education," the inquiries are classi? fied : Read and write; read only; no educa? tion ; elementary education; collegiate and professional. Particular stress is laid in the circular upon the necessity of obtaining full information as to the educational condition and previous social standing of the criminals and paupers, and the importance of arriving at correct results is emphatically urged. This in? vestigation should be aided by all persons in? terested in education, since it will undoubtedly prove that, in the majority of cases, ignorance is the great cause of poverty, degradation and crime. A Shocking Tragedy.?One of the most atrocious crimes ever perpetrated in this coun? try was enacted at West Point on last Sunday morning. A mother of seven children was murdered by her two sons, aged twelve and sixteen years, at their own home at West Point, Iowa. The lady, Mrs. Wahrer, had parted from her husband, Dr. Wahrer, some time before, and on learning of her husband's absence from home, took this opportunity of visiting her children. Saturday afternoon she expressed a desire to return to her home, where she was working?at the Reform School?but the two boys prevailed upon her to remain un? til Sunday morning, promising to take her home. She stayed,"and at 5 a. m. Sunday the two boys murdered her, stabbing her in the back, breast and throat. After killing her they dragged her body to the barn and covered it with hay. The youngest son then started on horseback for Fort Madison, to telegraph to his father, who was to come home that one of the children was very sick. He then returned home. The two boys reported in the afternoon of the killing of their mother, stating that it was done in self-defence, and gave themselves up. They are now in safe keeping.?Keokuh (Iowa) Camtilidion. Henry Wilson.?It is an insult to the in? telligent, naturalized citizen of this country to suppose that he will, under any circumstances, cast his ballot for Henry Wilson, the man who boasted that he was the father of the Know Nothing party in Massachusetts; declared time and again before the people of that com? monwealth that "the time had come when the uniform of the State military should no longer be disgraced by being seen on the back of a Catholic Irishman or an infidel Dutchman;" who drafted and advocated the passage by the Legislature of the law prohibiting any foreign? er from a commission in the militia of Massa? chusetts; for the man who declared?in a speech in Worcester in the fall of 1854?while referring to the monstrous enormities perpe? trated by the Know Nothings of St. Louis and and Louisville during the riots of that summer ; ?that, "By the light of these burning shanties the Teuton and Celt may read the certain doom that will overtake them in the attempt to com? pete with the native-born American for politi | cal supremacy on this continent." ? Tom Scott has invested $150,000 in saw mills at Apalachicola, Fla., to get out cross ties from cypress and juniper, which will be chem? icalized in some way to be rendered fire proof, aud used on theSoutheru Pacific Railroad. ? A youth stepped into a bookstore and asked: "What kind of pens do you sell here, mister?" "All kinds, you young rascal," an? swered one of the clerks, "Do you ?" said the little chap; "then give me ten cents worth of pig-pens." SOMETHING NEW. A Buttonhole, Overseaming and Complete Sewing Machine in One!! We request the Ladies, and all others want? ing a perfect Sewing Machine, to judge from personal examination, this superior and excel? lent Machine. It is no exaggeration to say that it will exceuto a greater variety of sewing, with fewer attachments and less labor, than any Machine in the world. It is a decided im? provement on the older Machines in market; nnd the superior skill, workmanship and ma? terials emploj-ed in its construction aro a guar? antee of accuracy, strongth and durability, and enable the Company and its Agents to War? rant every Machine they sele to give entire satisfaction. It is comparatively noisoless, and runs with such caso that the most delicate female can operate it all day without fatigue. A Philadel? phia weekly, speaking of this Machine, says : "In Now England, the home of tho Sewing Machine, the American Buttonhole Machine is without a rival?1. Because it will do every? thing that any Machine cau do, sewing from the finest to the coarsest material, hemming, felling, cording, braiding, binding, gathering and sewing on at the same time, quilting, etc., better than any other Macino. 2. Because the tensions are more easily adjusted. 3. Because it can work a beautiful buttonhole, making as fine a pearl as by the hand. 4. Because it will embroider over the edge, making a neat and beautiful border on any garment. 5. Because it will work a beautiful eyelet hole. (i. Be? cause it can do overhand seaming, by which sheets, pillow-eases and the like are sewed over and over. 7. Because you can quickly raise and lower the feed to adapt it to thick or thin cloth. s. Because you have a short, deep bobbin, by which- tho thread is constantly drawn from the centre, the tension is conse? quently oven. !>. Because tho prcsser-foot turns back, that tho cloth may bo easily re? moved after being sewed. Becauso it is two Machines in one, and has no springs to break, and nothing to get out of order." We tako tho liberty of referring to the fol? lowing ladies, citizens of Anderson and vicin? ity, who have tested our Machines. The tes? timony of these ladies is certainly a flatter? ing evidence of tho popularity attained by these Machines within a short time : Mrs. Edmund Murr.th, Anderson, 11 Robert Keys, " " Georgia Brown, " " P. K. McCully, " " W. W. Humphreys, " " Frank Crayton, " " W. L. Broyles, ? " W. H. Nardin, " " V. M. Murphy, " " J. A. ffoyt, " " " Wm. Hix, Fair Play. " Dr. Brown, Town vi He. " Dr. Bell, Walhalla. A supply of these Machines will be kept con? stantly on hand at the Store of ('. A. Heed, An? derson, and by Reed <fe Broyles, Fair Play, Oeoneo County. HEED & BROYLES, Agents for Anderson, Pickensand Oconcc. Junt , 1872 -18 FRESH GROCERIES, LIGHTNING RODS, ICE, &c, ?Sco. M?6BATH ft BYE?I, BEG to inform their friends and former customers that they are still at the Old Stand on DEPOT STREET, and having received a FRESH STOCK OF GROCERIES, we invito the patronage of those who -wish to purchase. Call and examine our Ooods, as we sell LOW for CASH or COUNTRY PRODUCE. We also furnish LIGHTNING RODS to all in need of them at the Lowest Cash Prices, and will have them put up at shortest notice, and in a workmanlike manner. In addition to the above, we have received a CARGO OF ICE, to cool the inner man, and will fill all orders from abroad at low rates. At the request of citizens of our Town, we will furnish ICE at our Ice House on SUNDAYS from half-past twelve to half-past one o'clock. Call at the time named. McGEATH & BYEUM, DEPOT STREET. May 16, 1872_45_ SASHES, BLINDS, DOORS, WINDOW FRAMES, MOULDINGS, MANTEL PIECES, .And Building Material Generally. W. P. Hussell <fe Co., CIIARLESTOjST, s. c, j&fr* East End Hasell Street, opposite the Wando Fertilizer Works, And in the immediate vicinity of the Charleston and Tavilion Hotels. ESTABLISHED 1851. This Firm arc tho only Practical Mechanics, Sash, Blind and Door Makers, by Trade, carry? ing on the above business in the City of Charleston. Mr. S. H. LANGSTON, Builder, of Anderson, is our authorized agent, to whom we refer by permission. Nov 9,1871_19_ A FINE STOCK of NEW and DESIRABLE GOODS just received at the BIG STORE, No. 4 Granite Row, where you wiU be sure to rind a DRESS That will just suit any Lady. You can get ei? ther Pique, Alpacca, Cha?e, Leno, Mozam? bique, Grenadine, Japanese Silk, Cloth or Pop? lin, Percales, or some of that excoUent Scotch Ginghams not to be found anywhere else in Town. We charge nothing FOR Showing our Goods. We take pride in dis? playing what the Ladies say is THE Largest and handsomest stock of Calicoes in tho market, while they say none of them are tho "UGLIEST They ever saw." And if you want a pretty Dress for tho BABY We have it in any kind of goods. We also have a good solection of Ladies' and Misses' Hats, trimmed and untr?nnied. IN Our House you will always find a large stock of Gent's Clothing?Cassimeres, Linens, Cot tonades, Hats and Caps. We have THE Largest stock of Boots and Shoes this sido of Columbia, and can lit any foot in tho COUNTY. We also have a largo stock of Groceries, Hardware, Woodenware, Glass and Crockery waro. In fact, almost anything you want you will lind at SHARPE & TOWERS', No. 4 Granite Bow. N. B.?All theso Goods MUST bo sold, and wo will soli thorn LOW EOR CASH. May 16,1872 45 PHOTOGRAPHS AND OTHER PICTURES. THE very latest?adopted to the Dolly Yar den and other styles. Call at P. C. v. Bbrstcl's Photograph Gallery and get a perfect likeness of yourself at from four lor one dollar to live dollars apiece. Perfect satisfaction guaranteed. All Pictures are warranted not to fade, as my past work for the last twenty years will prove. A lady is in constant attendance. Call soon and call* often. F. C. v. BORSTEL, No. 4 Brick Rango. April 25, 1872 42 Hair Restoratives. HALL'S Hair Restorative; Lyon's Kathai ron; Mrs. Sarah A. Chevalier's Lifo of the Hair; Burnett's Coeoaine; Ayors' Hair Vigor: Chalfant's Coco Cream ; Mrs. S. A. Al? len's Zylobalsamnm; Magnolia Balm. For s ale by BENSON A SHARPE. April 2fi, 1872 42 M. C. PARKER, M. D.9 Graduate of the Medical University of Maryland. HAS commenced the practice of his profes? sion, and respectfully solicits the patron? age of his friends. Having not only enjoyed the superior advantages afforded by the Medi? cal University of Maryland, but also having had much experience in practice in the Baltimore Hospitals, ho feels confident of his ability to give entire satisfaction. He can be found at the residence of his father, Robert Parker's, at all hours, unless professionally engaged. Freshand pure Drugs always on hand. May 9, 1872 44 3m Cotton 24 Cents in Anderson. Still ahead of Competition. WE are sole agents here for Thos. "Wynne's Improved Open-Throat, Curved-Breast, Double X, Self-Ribbed Cleaning Seed, Pro miuin and Diploma COTTON GINS. Sample Gins always in store. Send for a circular, and when you'hear what others say who havo tried, them, you will buy the best and save money. WATSON <fe BROTHER, Anderson. S. C. June 13, 1872 _ 49 H. BISCnOFF. C. wul3erx. J. H. METER. HENRY^ISCHOIT & CO., Wholesale Grocers, AND DEALERS IN Wines, Liquors, Segars, Tobacco, &c,, 197 EAST BAY, Charleston, S. C. Fob 29,1872 34 6m M. GOLDSMITH. P. K1KD GOLDSMITH & EINS, FOUNDERS & MACHINISTS, (PHOSSIZ IBON WORKS,) COLUMBIA, S. C, MANUFACTURERS of Steam Engines, of all sizes; Horse Powers, Circular and Midey Saw Mills, Flour Mills, Grist and Sugar Cane Mills, Ornamental House and Store Fronts, Cast Iron Railings of every sort, including graveyards, residences, &c. Agricultural Implements, Brass and Iron Castings of all kinds made to order on short notice, and on the most reasonable terms. Also, manufacturers of Cotton Presses, &c. May 18, 1871 46 lr GET THE BEST. The Brown Cotton Gin. SHARPE ?fc TOWERS are agents for the sale of the Brown Cotton Gin. We can recommend these Gins. They are of light draft, gins fast, cleans the seed well, and makes a good sample. Those expecting to buv a Gin this season will do well to call on us before buying any other Gin, These Gins are got up in a handsome style, and wo warrant them to perform well. We have now in Store one 40, one 45 and one 50 saw Gin, and will get any size you want. Call on us and see the testimo? nials in their favor. There are several in use in this County. SnARPE & TOWERS, No. 4 Granite Row, Andersou, S. C. Juno 6, 1872 48 GEO. S. HACKER, Door, Sash and Blind Factory, Charleston, S. C. Tins isas huge and complete a Factoiy as there is in the South. We keep no Northern work to fill country orders. ?ST" Send for Price List. Address, GEO. S. HACKER, P. 0. Box 170, Charleston, S. C. Factory and Wardrooms, King Street, opposite Cannon Street, on lino of City Railway. Sept 7, 1S71 10 ly Notice of Final Settlement. THE undersigned gives notice that he will make application to A. O. Norris, Judge of Pro? bate for Anderson County, on Saturday, the 3rd day of August next, for a Final Settlement of the* Estate of Win. M. Cowan, deceased, and a final discharge therefrom. JAMES A. COWAN, Adm'r. June 27, 1S?2 51 5 ICE CREAM, THE Ladies' Benevolent Society of Ander? son Prcsbvterian Church offer to the pub? lic ICE CREAM every Wednesday evening, 6 o'clock, at the Masonic Hall. Julv4. 1872 ?">2