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II \ Ml I?W?gMMI HOYT & CO., Proprietors. ANDERSON C. H., S. 0., THURSDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 7, 1872. VOLUME VTH.?NO. 18. From the Old and New. DAISY'S "SERGEANT, BY FRED W. LOSING. By b special order from the "War Department Capt. Bullington, brigadier general of volun? teers, was transferred from comparative peace and comfort, in one of our inland cities, to a remote military station west of the Rocky Mountains. This military station was named Camp Jenkins, after the commander of a sur? veying expedition who established it. It had been established because there were Indians in its vicinity; the instant that it was established the noble red man faded away like the morning mist, with the exception of a few who did washing for their oppressors. It was a lovely spot; it had cotton wood and willow tress stand? ing on the banks of a rivulet of clear and sparkling spring water, and the parade-ground j was a magnificent lawn of velvety grass.? Around this parade ground stood the quarters of the garrison; at the head, four cottages be? longing to the officers and the surgeon; while the barracks and the guard-room completed three sides of the triangle, the fourth being left open, and snowing a wonderful picture of pur? ple mountains, barren and verdureless for thou? sands of feet, while the summits held pine for? ests, and fields of dazzling snow that flashed on the eyes even in the middle of arid July. Out? side of Camp Jenkins, for miles around, were deserts of sage-brush; inside was a natural landscape, that by contrast seemed a bit of par? adise. The inhabitants of this paradise were, at the opening of this story, in the Adamite condition as far as the absence of women was concerned. Iiis. Gen. Bullington had flatly refused to accompany the general when she first heard the news of his transferrence to the West; afterwards, finding that the general was plaeidly perparing to go without her, s'ae de? termined to follow. Imagine, then, the scene as I have described it at Camp Jenkins, while Gen. Bullington is discovered on the piazza in front of his cottage, just waked up from his afternoon nap by tue arrival of the daily mail. In his hand is an open letter, signed Matilda Bullington, which informs him that h? wife will arrive a week after her letter. "Crestle 1" cried the general to his li euten? ant, who was crossing the parade-ground: 'look here, will yoa ?" Lieut Crestle, .formerly a I i-enten ant-colon el of volunteers, not only looked there, as the feneral requested, but came there, and stood y the siae of his commandrng officer. He was a handsome and soldierly-looking fellow, dear to Gen. Bullington because he was brave, honorable, a graduate of West Point, and a Philadelphia. "Crestle," said the general, "my wife is com? ing next week." "So is mine," said Crestle. "And the cottage is not in order; and the carpets are not down," said the general plain? tively. "Here's the doctor." "I have good news," said Dr. Gilbert ; "my j wife is coming next week.'* "It's a conspiracyf said Gen. Bullington. "Whatdo they all come together for? There will be a row here in two days." "That is an ungallant remark," said Dr. Gilbert. "I can't help it," said Gen. Bullington. "Matilda is the best woman in the world; but when she comes?well, gentlemen, how do I pass my afternoons now?" "You sleep, and you go trouting," said Col. Crestle. "Well, after Matilda comes," said Gen Bul? lington, "I shall go trouting altogether." W ish these oracular words, Gen. Bullington ceased. Men detailed to paper and carpet the office rs' cottages; and a week after the general received his wife's letter, that lady was deposi? ted at the door from the ambulance which had been Bent to the railroad station, a trifling dis? tance of sixteen miles, for her. At the same time Mrs. Crestle alighted. The (general knew who Mrs. Crestle was, and greeted her cordially. "Your husband will be here in a few min? utes," he said, "I see you and my wife have traveled together part of the way, so that I suppose you are acquainted." "We have not yet been introduced," said Mrs. Gen. Bullington severely. The general felt vaguely that there was a natural antagonism between Mrs. Crestle and his wife, and introduced them with the air of a martyr. ? "X am happy to meet you, Mrs. Crestle,'* said Mrs. Gen. Bullington. "You are very kind," returned Mrs. Crestle. Mrs. Crestle was a small woman, Mrs. Bulling? ton a large one; but size is not. always victori? ous in femiue contests. ".Ts your husband stationed here ?" inquired Mrs. Bullington. "Yes, Mrs. Bullington," replied Mrs. Crestle. "Colonel Crestle was transferred to this place by the same order that sent your husband hew." "Ah F remarked Mrs. Bullington, in a slight? ly surprised tone. "Is your husband a colonel "That is his volunteer rank," replied Mrs. Crestle, sweetly, "just as brigadier general by brevet is Captain Bullington's, you know." The skirmish had proven successful for Mrs. Crestle. Mrs. Bullington realized it, and won? dered whether that audacious woman, as she inwardly designated Mrs. Crestle, would ever dare to address her as "Mrs. Captain Bulling? ton." As for the general, he felt that there had been a battle, though he could not com? prehend how it had been fought. The arrival of Colonel Crestle, who was af? fectionately greeted by his wife., suspended hos? tilities for a time, and the couples went in to dinner. Now. what Mrs. Bullington said to the gene al at dinner, only she and her husband know, but, after dinner the general was seen with his fishing-tackle making his way to the trout stream. Two days after this, Mrs. Dr. Gilbert arriv? ed; and with her came her sister-in-law, Daisy Gilbert Daisy Gilbert was uncommonly pret? ty. She had curb and dimples and smiles (flu ttering around and across her face. She was iitbe and graceful, though petite. She had considerable independence of character. She seldom asked advice, and still more seldom took it. She was, in a word, a spirited little beauty. By the time of her arrival, there w.'is a dis? tinctly-recognized hostility between Mrs. Gen. Bullington and Mrs, Crestle. They still greet? ed each other politely enough; but Col. Crestle did not smoke au after-dinner cigar, as former? ly on the piazza of Gen. Bullington's cottage; and a distinct boundary-line seemed now to be drawn between the respective premises of the two gentlemen. The arrival of Daisy Gilbert produced a marked effect on the camp. In the first place only did it inspire the two unmarried lieuten? ants with wild passion, which made them drill their men for the most part directly under her windows, especially when a right left wheel was required. Thereby Daisy's lawn was in? jured, and her temper slightly ruffled. But strong as was Daisy's effect upon the gentle? men, still more marked and intense was the impression she produced upon the ladies. Mrs. Gen. Bullington remarked to Mrs. Crestle that Daisy was so gentle and modest. Mrs. Crestle replied in acquiescence with Mrs. Bullington, intimating that.a chief charm of Daisy was that she never gave herself any airs. To this Mrs. Bullington retorted that Miss Gilbert wasn't always "working and contriving to gain gentlemen's attention, Mrs. Crestle;" and Mrs. restle responded that she wasn't so old that she had to exert herself to do so. The ladies were fast becoming a little broad and elegant in their manner of,scratching each other, being so far removed from civilization. Each looked on Daisy as an adherent that must be won to her side. But Daisy would not ally herself to either the Bullington or the Crestle faction; though she was a great pet with the general, and accepted numberless little attentions from Col. Crestle. Now, one day, when it happened that Daisy and Mrs. Crestle was on . Mrs. Bullington's pi? azza together, a servant came up with a mes? sage to the general, which he delivered and went away. "What a handsome soldier!" said Daisy. "Is he?" said Gen. Bullington. "My dear," said Mrs. Bullington, "you really ought not to notice a common soldier." * He wasn't a common soldier," said Daisy ; for he had braid on his arm." "The principle is the same," said Mrs. Bul? lington. '"But he was handsome," insisted Daisy; and Mrs. Crestle laughed. But Mrs. Bullington did not laugh. She delivered a sort of lecture upon the evils which might arise from young ladies looking at young people of the opposite sex; and then, with a swift, feminine logic, asserted that such evils were intensified when there was a great social inequality between the looker on and the looked on. Daisy stood there, very pretty and slightly vexed, pulling a boqnet to pieces, as the calm stream of Mrs. Bullington's discourse meandered gently on. Again the sergeant ap {>eared, and stood before them. Daisy saw him ook at her admiringly, and colored; then she observed that his eye fell upon the flowers she held. Suddenly, almost abruptly, she held them out to him. "Do you like flowers ?" she asked. "If you do, you can have them." And the sergeant bowed, and glanced expressively at her?his eye was blue and expressive?and then he walked away. "My dear," began Mrs. Bullington, and then she stopped; utterance failed her. "Well," said Mrs. Crestle, "has that sergeant made a conquest of you, Daisy ? First you called him handsome; then yon gave him flow? ers ; what will you do next ?" "Oh 1 was that the same sergeant ?" said the little humbug, innocently. "Of course it was," replied Mrs. Crestle. "I think you are mistaken, Mrs. Crestle," said Mrs. Gen, Bullington, with dignity. "Oh, come now!" said Gen. Bullington, in? dignantly, "let us drop the sergeant." And so the sergeant was dropped. But some three or four days afterward, as the same peo? ple were sitting in the same spot, CoL Crestle said: "There is going to be a ball to-morrow night" "A ball ?" said Daisy, suddenly brightening up. "Yes," said Col. Crestle; "a ball over at Por? ter's Gap. Shall we go?" "Oh. yes?" said Daisy, "by all means." " Why, Ned," said Mrs. Crestle, "just think what you are proposing 1 There will be miners and all sorts of dreadful creatures there; and it's fifteen miles away from here. Our going is quite ont of the question." "I think you are mistaken, Mrs. Crestle," said Mrs. Bullington. "It is possible for us to to go, and I for one should enjoy it. General, we will go, and take Daisy with us." "Very well," said the general submissively. Now, Mrs. Gen. Bullington did not wish to go to the ball at Porter's Gulch, and only the con? troversial spirit inspired her to do so. But, of course, it was impossible for her to recede from her position; and so, on the appointed evening, she and Daisy, together with Gen. Bullington and Dr. Gilbert, entered the huge mountain wagon belonging to the camp, and started for Porter's Gulch. Just as they entered that flour? ishing settlement, Dr. Gilbert was recognized, [ and carried off* to attend a sick person near; so that the Bullingtons and Daisy entered the din? ing-room of the Gulch House, where the ball was to take place, alone. The dining-room was certainly not an impos? ing apartment. The ceiling was low and smoky; the walls, unlike those in most of the houses at Porter's Gulch, were papered, but with paper so hideous in its design and color as to make the spectator regret that the laths and plaster, which had, at all events, the merit of simplicity, were hidden from view. Dancing had already begun when the Bullington party entered. The room was crowded; there were three sets of "plain cotilioris"?wonderfully plain, Daisy thought, with a shudder?already on the floor; while forty-three young men with large hands and feet, who were unable to secure partners, sat grimly in the seats which were placed on all four sides of the ball room. Such a motly assemblage as that was I Fat women, gaunt women, gray haired women, and little girls among the dancers; and a grandmother, if Daisy had only known it, was executing that interesting and beautiful figure known as the "ladies' chain" with her grand daughter. At one nd of the room the orchestra sat in state, composed of a melodeon, a violin, a gui? tar, a cornet, and a bass trumpet The per? formers on these various instruments seemed to have various ideas of time and tune, and contin? ually indulged in little departures from the key in which they were playing. The blast of the trumpet was not sustained, but intermittent; when it did occur, however, it was so powerful as to entirely drown everything else. In spite of the confusion and noise, the entrance of the two ladies excited an amount of attention cal? culated to delight both ladies had they been voraciously craving of masculine admiration. The "plain cotilioir' soon reached its end, and several men thereupon rushed towards Mrs. Bullington and Daisy. "The next dance," said one of the roughest looking of these, "is a waltz. May I have the honor, marm ?" "Sir," said Mrs. Bullington, in mingled an? ger and disdain, "I do not waltz." "I'll learn you how, marm," said the man, with a persistence worthy of a better object. "I do not dance with strangers," said Mrs. Bullington, with increased severity. "You'd better, marm," said the man, persua? sively. "Women is scarce hereabouts, and we'd like to have you and your daughter there to trot out a little. We don't want no folks here that won't dance." In spite of the presence of Gen. Bullington, poor Daisy felt a little frightened. She did not want to dance with a man whose pistol and bowie knife were his most striking features.? Just as she was sitting there, perplexed and confused, hardly realizing what the various men about her were trying to say, the tones of a man's voice, which sounded fresh, pleasant and .manly, struck her ear. Now, when the feminine ear is struck by the tones of a man's j voice, the feminine eye turns to look at the owner of the voice. The voice said*: "Why, Miss Gilbert, this is a pleasant sur? prise. Don't you remember me?Harry Cur ran?" And . Daisy looked, in accordance with the law which we have just enunciated, and recog? nized him. Then she gave a little gasp, looked at Mrs. Bullington, and' saw that she did hot recognize him. "May I renew our acquaintance by a waltz. Miss Gilbert?" said Mr. Harry Curran; and Daisy said yes, and they left Mrs. Bullington, and in an instant his arm was around her sup? ple waist, and off they went, all fire, and grace, and beauty, in spite of the melodeon and the trumpet, exciting admiration even in the stupid louts around them. 80 well did Mr. Harry Curran waltz that Daisy went once and a half I around the room before she stopped; and then she said, "Of course you must explain yonr conduct, Sergeant." "I owe it to you, I know," said Mr. Curran; "but I wish you could trust me enough, and be? lieve I am sufficiently a gentleman for you to forget my real position. I came over here without leave of absence, and, if I am discov? ered. I am disgraced. I saw that those men troubled you, and I hoped to help you out of your difficulty." "What did you come over here for?" said Daisy. "For the same reason that you did," said the Sergeant; "and yet that was not my only rea? son." "What was it then ?" said Daisy, imperious? ly. "Because you came," said the sergeant bold? ly ; and then he colored. "You are no sergeant," said Daisy. "At least, you talk to me as I have heard other young gentlemen?no, I don't mean that?who are you ?" "Don't ask me, please, Miss Gilbert," said the sergeant "My life has been a ruin and a waste; my brilliant hopes and prospects have been worse than crushed; and now I am sim? ply Sergeant Butler, except to-night, when I try to forget what I am, and return to what I was. This waltz is over: may I dance with you again?" "But Mrs. Bullington will detect yon, I am afraid," said Daisy. "Not a bit," said the sergeant, gayly. "In? troduce mc and see," and straightway Daisy did so. ' "Let me see," said Mrs. Bullington, reflect- I ively. "Curran, Curran. Your face seems fa? miliar. Are you any relative of Mrs. Joseph Curran, of Philadelphia?a charming woman, and a very dear friend of mine ?" "I am her husband's nephew," said Mr. Har-1 ry Curran, with a bow. "Dear me I" said Mrs. Bullington; "I thought Sour face looked familiar. General, how much e reminds one of Joseph Curran." j "Very," said the General. "You must take good care of Daisy to-night," said Mrs. Bullington, blandly. "The child is passionately fond of dancing, and enjoys the picturesque element she finds among these peo? ple. Only the other day she quite went into raptures over such a common-place-looking sergeant at the camp?said he was handsome; so ridiculous, you know." The child upon this blushed vividly, and hastily said it was .time for the next dance ; upon which Mr. Curran checked the flow of Mrs. Bullington's conversation by carrying Daisy off. " Are you really Mr. Joseph Curran's nephew?" asked Daisy. "Certainly," said Mr. Curran. Daisy looked carefully at him. He seemed handsome; but she fancied his look had a lit? tle exultation in it. j "Do you know who the handsome sergeant at the camp is ?" she asked, and had the pleas? ure of seeing a shade of doubt appear in his expression. "No, I do not," he said. "Has he a mous? tache?" "Oh, no!" replied Daisy; "a full beard, and taller and darker than you are. And I only said he was handsome to tease Mrs. Bulling? ton." "Will you do me a favor ?" asked Mr. Curran. "Perhaps," said Daisy. "What is it ?" "When Mrs. Bullington is ready to leave, delay her a little," replied Mr. Henry Curran, "until we can start ahead of them, and get back to the camp in time." Now, at that moment the wrath of Mrs. Gen. Bullington was aroused. She sat and looked upon the throng, but. mingled not with them. 1 Now, beside the "caller," who stood mounted on a platform behind the melodeon, and by the side of the trumpet was a bottle and tumbler ; and in the bottle was the national beverage, I whisky. Agreeably exhilarated by the nation? al beverage, the natural wit and humor of the caller of figures began to find vent Accord? ingly he varied his calls from the dull and stereotyped routine. Instead of "Lady for? ward, and swing opposite gentleman, and bal-1 ance to fourth gentleman," he cried, "Lady forward, and swing the handsomest man in the room, and then balance to the one she loves best." This filled the bosom of Mrs. Gen. Bul? lington with disgust; and, when Daisy and Mr. Curran returned, she announced her in? tention of leaving tnis "disgraceful scene." But Daisy teased for just one dance more, and Mr. Curran seconded her ; and so she went out for the Virginia reel. Mrs. Bullington saw the figures of ungainly men and calico dressed belle's go spinning about, and grew thoroughly glad that Mrs. Crestle was not present to exult in her discomfiture. Very long indeed the dance seemed to her, and very much astonish? ed she was when Daisy appeared aloue beside her. "Why, where is Mr. Curran ?" she asked, and Daisy explained that he had been called away. Then Mrs. Bullington rose to go; but Daisy was such a long time getting ready that she grew quite impatient and the General quite sleepy. And then, when they were all seated in the ambulance, Daisy found she had forgot? ten her fan, and it was absolutely necessary to go back and get it. But at last they reached the camp, and Daisy broke the silence which had oppressed them with the words: "Quite safe 1 Oh, I am so glad 1" "Of course we are quite safe, you foolish child," said Mrs. General Bullington. "You had better go straight to bed. You have been danefng too much to-night." And Daisy thought perhaps she had, though she did not say auything, but went slowly, very slowly, to sleep. "To-morrow morning," she thought, "when he comes, as he probably will, to the General's cottage with some message, he will not find me there, and that will disappoint him. And, when he does sec me, he will smile from under his mustache?his mustache ia certainly very becoming?and I shall look very blank. How disappointed he will be." And so Daisy began to dream. The next day found Daisy fretful and disap? pointed. Cause?her plans had been frustra? ted. In the first place he did not come in the morning; in the second place, when he did come, iu the afternoon, he did uot smile from under his mustache, partly because hie mus? tache was shaved off, and partly because, hav? ing flirted occasionally in his life before, he was prepared for a feminine reaction on the part of Daisy from the graciouBnesa of her behavior on the preceding night. But the next day Gen. Bullington, who had made a pet in every way of Daisa, blindly be? came an instrument in the hands of Providence. "My dear," said he, "I have found a horse in the camp that will just suit you. Horseback riding will do you good." "Oh I it will be lovely," cried Daisy, joyous i ly; and then, as an afterthought, added "but I can't go alone, General." "That's true," said the General. "I have told Sergeant Butler to act as your escort. He is a good, honest sort of fellow?very trustworthy; and, while he rides behind you, you can feel quite safe."" "I should feel safe, I know, General," said Daisy, demurely; "but wonld it be proper?" "Proper I Oh, confound it I" said the General; "1 forgot all about that. I'll ask Matilda. Matilda, on being asked, and on hearing cas? ually that Mrs. Crestle bad said it would be im - Eroper, immediately expressed her opinion that Irs. Crestle was a fool. "If it were with a lieutenant," said Mrs. Gen? eral BuHington, decisively, "objections could be raised. "But what is a sergeant? The idea is absurd." So it was settled ; and one pleasant morning in May, Daisy and Seargant Butler started to? gether for the mountains. The scenery was barren, the foilage mostly sage-brush; yet Dai? sy felt that she was going to enjoy her ride. She glanced furtively at the sergeant, who looked rigidly proper. He did not speak; he was attentive, obedient, energetic; so Daisy herself finally made a re? mark. "I suppose General Bullington told you that you were to ride out with me whenever I wanted to go?" "Yes, miss," said the sergeant "Now, don't talk in that stiff way," said Dai? sy, "when you know I know better. Please don't be a sergeant, Mr. Curran." "Very well, then," said Mr. Curran, becom? ing elastic suddenly, "if you are so kind as to let me be my old self." "Why, of course," said Daisy. "Sergeants are not interesting." 4 "Thanks for the implied compliment." "Don't suppose that I imply anything," said Daisy. "Only please tell me your story." "I have none to tell," said Mr. Curran. "Oh, very well, then!" said Daisy, and pouted. She could pout "Well, really, Miss Gilbert," said Mr. Cur? ran. "there is little to tell. I was born at an early age." "You can skip that," said Daisy. "Well, then," continued Mr. Curran, "I was engaged to be married by my uncle, who has taken care of me since my parents died, and whose fortune I was to inherit Now it is a good thing to be engaged. My uncle and my? self were agreed on that point, but we differed on another." "And that was ?"?asked Daisy. "And that was the woman to be selected. As I was going to marry for myself and not for my uncle, I remonstrated. Remonstrance made a row, and I enlisted for three years. The lady in question is married; my uncle is ready to welcome me back; but I insist on serving out my time, which lasts about five months longer. "Now, won't you tell me your story ?" "Mine!" cried Daisy. "Why, nothing ever happened to me." "I am glad to hear it," said Mr. Henry Cur? ran ; then there was a silence for a little while. "It was curious the way we first met, was'nt it," said Daisy. "Very," said Mr. Curran. So, after this, Daisy rode out frequently with her sergeant; and as people generally mind their own business west of the Mississippi, nothing was said, except by the private soldiers, who naturally envied their comrade's luck. But one July, when General Bullington sat, radiant in Panama hat and linen duster, under the cot? ton-wood trees on the creek, endeavoring to be? guile some unwary fish, he heard the steps of horses, and he heard voices. The voices were soft and low. He looked and saw Daisy and her sergeant, and be beard them call each other "Daisy," and "Harry." His first impression was that he was dreaming; then, as he listened in astonishment to what they were saying, he felt very young for a few seconds; and then, with an elephantine bound that threw his fish? ing-pole out into the creek, he sprang to his feet and cried out, "Stop 1" They stopped. They were on the opposite side of the creek; and the general was forced to elevate his voice slightly, so that the tableau was not entirely impressive. "What," said the General, sternly, "does all this mean ?" Then Daisy began to cry, and the sergeant tried to explain in a straight-forward and man? ly way; and the General felt himself growing steadily younger, and finally said : "You need nt say anythiug more. I don't know about such things myself, but come over to my house immediately bn your return to camp." And the pair rode off, and the General walked off slowly to his home. "I never was mixed up with anything ro? mantic before," he said to himself; "and I nev? er will be again. What right baa a sergeant to be no sergeant at all? And what will Matilda say?" This is what Matilda said: She advanced smilingly, to meet her husband, and said: "What a charming little romance this is!" "What 1" said the General; "you like it" "Certainly," said Mrs. Bullington; "it is an excellent match. Why, General, he will come into half a million. And the wedding is to be here in camp. His time is up in seven weeks now." The General sat down and wiped his fore? head. "Well," said he, "I do not understand wo? men." ? The morning following a freshet, a celebra? ted temperance lecturer halted at a spring to refresh himself and horse. As he did not wish to alight, he asked a boy to pass him a dipper of water. After he had drank, thinking to impress his principles upon the boy, he said: "Water, my boy, is nature's beverage; it never injured man or beast." "I don't know as it ever did, mister, but it knocked the bottom out of our bridges and roads." ? A country youth inquired at a Savannah drug store, for ten cents worth of "love pow? ders"?"something that would'nt stir her much, but would make her dream of him at nights." The urbane druggist's clerk put up some mag? nesia, and cautioned the purchaser not to give his victim too much at a time, but rather win her affection by degrees. ? The failure of the potato crop in Europe has brought out many curious explanations of the phenomenon, the principle one being the great prevalence of thunder storms. Hence it is argued that electricity not only turns beer and cream sour, but also rots potatoes. Organization of tlie South Carolina Peace Society. Some time since a call was issued in the Christian Neighbor of Columbia, for such per? sons as felt interested in organizing a State Peace Society, to assemble in that city on Oc? tober 22nd for that purpose. On the assem? bling of the Delegates, Rev. Sidi H. Brown was called to the chair, and Mr. John A. Elkins was appointed Secretary. Mr. Joseph Laub on opened the proceedings with prayer. The chairman stated that the object of the Convention was to promote the cause of peace, and thereby to reduce and abolish war. After ! several of the delegates present bad given their views on the subject, a motion was carried to proceed with the organization, and a committee was appointed to draft a constitution. The Convention then adjourned till the next day. After the preliminary busiuess of the next morning was completed, and Revs. E. A. Boll es and Manning Brown received as members, the report of the Committee on Constitution was read and adopted. The report was as follows: We, the subscribers, knowing that war causes a vast amount of expense, cruelty, suffering, destruction of property and life, vice and crime, and believing war to be directly contrary to the gentle, meek, compassionate and peaceful spirit and gospel of our Divine Saviour, the Prince of Peace, and that it is bis will that war should cease throughout the world, and also believing that it is the immediate duty of all men to be co-workers with God in extending the kingdom of peace among men, do, therefore, form our? selves into a Society for the Promotion of Peace, and accept the following constitution. Article I. This Society shall be called 'The South Carolina Peace Society." Article II. The officers of this Society shall be a President, a First Vice President, becond Vice President, a Recording Secretary, a Cor? responding Secretary, and a Treasurer, who shall constitute a Board of Directors. In con? junction with whom shall be added one mem? ber from each county represented in this Soci? ety, to be elected by the officers in the inter? vals of the annual session. Article III. It shall be the duty of this So? ciety, according to its opportunity and ability, to obtain and circulate tracts and books in favor of peace and against war, among the people I at large; to hold meetings from time to time, as often as the President may think desirable, for prayers, singing and sermons, or addresses or discussions, for the purpose of showing that peace is agreeable to Christianity and war not; and it shall be the duty of this Society as a body, and its members as individuals, to en? deavor to promote peace in, between and among nations and all mankind. Article rV. Any person, male or female, may become a member of this Socity by sign? ing its Constitution. Article V. This Society shall elect its offi? cers annually. Article VI. The President, Vice President, t or a Director, shall have power to organize, in person or by another, Peace Societies among the colored peopl4? Article VII. This Constitution may be amended by a vote of two-thidrs of the mem? bers present, above the age of twenty-one years, at any regular annual meeting. The Convention then proceeded to ballot for officers which resulted as follows: President, Rev. Srdi H. Brown ; First Vice President, John H. Kinsler; Second Vice President, Rev. E. A. Bolles; Recording Secretary, John A. Elkins; Corresponding Secretary, H. Bascom Brown; Treasurer, Chas. D. Stanley. The following additious were made to the Board of Directors: Rev. J. H. C. McKenny, Spartanburg; Jo? seph Lauhon Fairfield; Henry H. Blease, Newberry; J. M. Burgess, Clarendon. The Chairman read letters of commendation of the peace movement from George W. Williams, Charleston ; J. M. Burgess and P. G. Benbow, of Clarendon; Mrs. D. M. Mendenhall, of North Carolina, and John Hemmen way, of Maine. Mr. J. H. Kinsler ofTered the following reso? lution, which was adopted: Resolved, That it shall be the duty of the Board of Directors, whenever circumstances may warrant, to take such measures as they deem proper for the organization of Auxilliary Peace Societies throughout the State.?Colum- j bia Union, A Feipon'er Sentenced to be Hanged Makes His Escape.?We were informed and so published a few days ago, that Martin Bay nard was hanged at Henderson ville on the 18th, for the murder of Silas Weston and three of his children. The publication was premature. We have positive information that Baynard escaped on the day set apart for his execution. Baynard's wife had been permitted to visit her hnsband during his imprisonment She was granted the^ privilege of remaining with him during the night of the 17th. The jailor visi? ted the cell about suurise, and Baynard dressed up in the clothes of his wife, with n handker? chief to his face and sobbing as if his heart would break, passed out and made his escape. Some two hours or more after this occurrence, the jailor carried Baynard his breakfast, and discovered that the occupant of the cell was ?Mrs. Baynard. She had on her night cloth? ing. The Sheriff raised a hue and cry and started in pursuit, but to latest accounts the condemned has not been seen or heard of. How true the old saying?"There's many a slip between the cup and the lip." Baynard's wife clung to him from the time he was arrested, and now enjoys the satisfac? tion of saving him from an ignominious death. There were five thousands people in Hender sonville to witness the hanging. Great was their consternation when they learned that the bird had flown.?Raleigh (N. C.) Era. ? An exchange truly'says: "Good roads benefit every one residing along their course. Good roads save horse flesh, they facilitate the transportation of the produce to market, they save your temper, they increase the value of lands, they lend attractiveness to the eye of a stranger, they increase the traffic and business of a town by its vitality in all branches of j traffic Show us a town which receives a large country trade by means of the fine roads lead? ing to it, and we will show you a place that is lively, progressive and thrifty, with money cir? culating in plenty, and men in all branches of industry busy as beavers." ? An Iowa agriculturist has forty acres of land neat Keokuk entirely devoted to such crops as produce the most forage for bees. He uses clover, buckwheat, garden flowers, and has linden, willow and cherry trees planted to add to the supply. The fact is, pasture for bees, where the honey business is carried to an ex? tent, is just as necessary as it is for cows. ? A country merchant, having procured a new clerk, waked him up the morning after he was hired at a most unreasonable hour by call? ing out that the family were sitting down to tbe table. "Thank you," said the boy, as he turned over in bed to adjust himself for a new nap, "thank you: but I never allow myself to cat auythiDg during the night." From the Soutliern Cultivator for November. Thou :Ms for the Mouth. Cotton has opened this season so rapidly, that probably little remains to be picked. We have never known it to open so early and so rapidly. If crowding it on the market has worked detriment to the farmer by depressing prices, the early gathering of the crop may be of great advantage in clearing the way for next year's operations. One of the greatest evils of cotton planting, is the incessant labor it re? quires from January to January again. This year some two months will be liberated from its exacting demands. This will give an op? portunity lor putting wheat, in nicely, and pressing forward the turning over of land. The sowing of wheat was discussed in our Sep? tember No. We will only add, select a dry time for ploughing in seed. Experience has shown thi3 to be a very important element of success. Two acres of very rich land will fur? nish a family with bread ; surely every farmer in the South can afford to sow that much. FALL PLOUGHING." ' ?. Procrastination is natural to most of us. We need the spur of a present necessity to urge us forward. One says I shall have a "plenty of time after Christmas to break up all my land. I have always done it heretofore, and ein do it again." Perhaps he forgets, however, that there have been seasons when, in order to get done after Christmas, he was obliged to plough when his judgment told him it was ftoo wet Granting an abundance of time, however, it is vastly better to plough before than after Christ? mas. Land turned over in the fall will invari? ably be soft and mellow in the spring?this cannot always be said of that turned over in the spring. The air will have brought its chemistry to bear on the former, and the frosts will have pulverized it vastly better than clod crushers and harrows and other human imple? ments could have done. The vegetable natter turned under will have longer time to decom? pose and get ready to nourish the succeeding crop, and last of all, abundant experience has demonstrated that crops grow better on fall ploughed than spring-ploughed land. In spring-ploughing, the land, as said before, is very apt to be too wet. ?ftren if the surface is dry enough, the under-lying clay may be and often is entirely too wet, and at each successive breaking, the plough presses and solidifies the soft, plastic clay into a compact layer or "b*?.rd pan, through which water can neither descend nor ascend with any degree of facility. Again, hard packing rains are likely to fall soon after spring ploughings; these run the land together and cut off the entrance of the air, with all its beneficial results. In addition, it is bad policy to throw this hard work on the mules so late in the season, giving them no time to rest, and prepare for the exhausting work of spring and summer. It is very im? portant to begin the planting of a crop with stock in the best possible condition. A very common mule in good condition will carry his row with a really fine mule, if the latter is poor and worn down with previous heavy work. Energy Onr Duty, Apathy Onr Gain. If there is one thing which is without excuse, it is public apathy, in a time of common dan? ger and peril. We need scarcely recite the wrongs and oppressions under which the peo? ple of South Carolina have suffered. These are known and read of all men, and how the rights of intelligence and of property have not only been ignored, but trampled under foot, and a system of public spoliation and vicious rule established, which has become a by-word and reproach wherever representative govern? ment and justice is either regarded or esteemed. It is one thing to be overwhelmed. It is an? other to fold the hands quietly to be riveted with chains. There may be failure, with effort. This, whether it commands, will at least de? serve success. It is quite another to cast aside hope and yield to despair. If there was one thing which, in the present crisis, was of more importance than another, it was that there should be at the least one representative of the tax-paying interests in Congress. This oppor? tunity was offered in the Fourth Congressional District. This had a clear white voting ma? jority upon a full and thorough vote. A Con? vention of the Congressional District was called. By this ex-Governor B. F. Perry was nominated. He presented the qualities of de? cided talent, great firmness, and purity of pur? pose, and the most unswerving integrity of character. He should have been supported with alacrity. Every intelligent voter, in view of the immense consequences involved, should have strained every nerve for himself, and seen that every neighbor and friend was present, to have cast his suffrage and secured an^ election so important and desirable. In Greenville County alone, by the last census, the respective voting was as follows: White voters.2,879 Colored voters.1,377 White majority.1,502 And yet, from the absence of voters and the general indifference manifested, ex-Governor Perry's majority was only four hundred and sixty-one votes. And so we might cite further. It is manifest that if there had been a full and earnest vote, Mr. Perry would to-day have been the member elect from the Fourth Dis? trict, and those who represent the property and the character of the State would have one and a worthy and able representative in Congress of their interests and rights. But he has been defeated, and this by an indifference or hope? lessness, which are alike to be condemned. We cannot but repeat and re-echo the words of Mr. Perry in his letter, published yesterday: "It is sad and melancholy to think that the honest, patriotic and virtuous white people of South Caroliua are in some measure responsible for this appalling condition of public affairs. In manv counties they did not turn out to vote on the day of election. Can human weakness and apathy exceed this ? They see the corruption, feel the hand of the oppressor, and bear the crushing burden of taxes, aud yet will not go from their houses to vote for a change in rulers or government If all had gone out to vote, and had exerted a proper influence with the colored people," we might, at least, have been partially redeemed and regenerated. The duty of every citizen, though he be in an apparent minority, or whatever the odds ngainst him, is always to exercise his vote and influence, and thus do his utmost to secure good government. Without this, and is he not Slaying into the hands of those whom he con emns, and helping to fasten the very yoke of which he complains? We cannot recall the past. But we may take lessons for the future.? Charleston Courier. ? An intelligent contraband in the lower part of Elbert county recently tried the effect of drinking four gallons of whisky in as many days. His death, it is thought, occurred before the whisky hod its full effect, thus depriving the scientific world of much valuable informa? tion. ? What is the difference between a fisher? man and a lazy school-boy? One baits hia hook, aud the other hates his book.