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An> Pbopbmtor. DEVOTED TO THE INTEBESTS OF KERSHAW COUNTY. TERMS :^$2.00 i-kb xsvxm, is advaiic*.. h ? . CAMDEN, S. C.. WEDNESDAY APllIL 15. 1874. NO. 28. i i got bar wintry tranc?. t, and Spring's at with % proud adeaaoe, lui. JBt aaftened, like tho eyes Jut begun to lovs ; with flow'reta, u the i above. i winter's snows, i by wild winds bent and i that earliest blows ? blue of heaven! to fresh life-giving air*; ]y throb through every i, all vernal stirs, lich iB BprinR. *T BROTHER TROLLO. '*Theee. go !" said I; "and I don't care if | never see you again I" I am almost an old man now, with gray hair* and rheumatism, and an ob jection to draughts ; so old that I wear my rubbers in dry, cold weather, and don't *ak>5 off a comforter before May, and don't go out after dewfall in the summer, and don't keep track of the last engagement, and don't thiuk much about the church sociables and whom I shall take to a lecture. My sitter Mary lired in New Haven. That was fifteen miles away. Mary's husband had got into some trouble about money, and father 1'ijnght he would go on and see about it; and Mary's baby was sick with something or other, *n a mother thought she woula l?o on and see about that. It wan dark and cloudy the day they went away. Mother said she was afraid it was blowing up for a storm; but father afcid he thought not. And he be sure and not let the fire the pigs go hungry, nor the unblanketed ; ana mother both?but she kissed Trolle ' twice?Aid told me to take good care of Trollop ?d let the oat sit by the fire ; ??* the stage rattled away with Trollo and I 1 i*t wish they ware beak ; for I was thinking vanilla oorn balls. And he didn't know as he did ou are to be good, yoc know," irwry old and superior to Trollo, ^ther liked to feel that I could ?around for two days. I't said I wasn't, had I ?" said lring up to begin with. ?1 fired up a little, and told him he was *x> behave himself, at all events ; and tffi was the beginning of it. I *Wl ' JVrwards it would have been ?not to havepreaohed at him [had a chance to behave one "(her. But I didn't think of le. Boys don't, yon know. >th sulked a little, and Trollo sohool ; but when he came iner we'd got over it, or veiy "To only quarreled abont his I, I said it was bigger than 'him have. And we got the ~id a tape-measnre, and ; off. Then he ate it down "ifuls, to pay me for that. * day, and the wind blew Tiollo came in from ^time that afternoon with jus full of misohief as stamped off the snow log his mittens at me Vt to. One of them Rf; aing to Found and At any ?Ub. and I don't He'd come oh, and there i't ready to do !ht. And be n't mind me. )te to the door wet mittens down ke oat into the plat rones, and then set and all upon the .with a new squash rse, and dropped it he got there. He \ and sugar on my wood on the fire j I him, he whistled, ring it was much the a very dark morning, "" alow, hard way. we had to hurry Trollo Me I waa very gentle. rwt at me. I needn't im around so much, but ft! was pari of the fan of r and mother gone. I i it to be able to say '?you "you mustn't "to Trollo. to me to wonder how one thing and another me Mil school time, they seem n*wl t little to me then. i, torn ready begnn to drift in shallow, grayish piles against the fence. " Good-bye, Herod 1" said Trollo. Bat still t felt a little cross. I called after him down the walk : " There, go ! And I don't care if I never see yon again." Trollo did not answer. The wind blew in between ns. He trudged off stoutly into the storm, his little red tippet flyinR in the wind across his shoulder. The snow whirled up, and in a minute or less I lost sight of the little tippet, and came in ana shut the door. I shut the door, but I did not shut away the words I had spoken to Trollo. As I told you, they seemed to me to come back and knock on the window to be let in again. If I could, I would have unsaid them, I think, even then. I wished 1 had said something a little different, somehow. It did ueem lonesome, do the best I would. My footsteps echoed up and down the stairs. The doors slammed after ma and made me start. The fire winked at me, as if it were going to sleep. I built it up, and put things in order a little, picked up some slippers and an old mitten of Trollo's, that he had left kicking around. I wished that Trollo would come. It gave me an unhappy feeling to see the little slippers, as if 1 had been homesick. 1 went to the barn for oompany be fore long, and fed the pigs and shook down hay for Hautboy?that was the horse?for the night, although it was early, and locked everything up, and came back again, wondering what I Bhould do next. I wished that Trollo would come. I had been in the barn some time, and when I crossed the little side-yard to oome from the barn to the house, I was surprised to see how the storm had gained. It was blowing, by that time, a furious gale; the wind oame up in long waves like an inooming tide. It took my breath aa I stood in the bam door. The air was gray and dense with snow and sleet. There was a deep drift in the yard at the corner where I cross ed. I waded through to get to the house. It same almost to my waist. I oould hardly f^et the door together, wished that TgjfeMaMftJiOBM. w out of doors, I wondered how anyone oould aee his way to walk in thai great whirl of snow and wind. And enoh a little fellow?only eight yeara old ! I looked at the clock. It was almost four. Just about that time he would be starting to oome home. The school house was a mile and a-quarter away, beyond the ohuroh and beyond the town. Trollo had rather a lonely road to oome, and a very windy one. There were two ways where the road branched ?ff. He might take one or the other; but both were bad enough. I began to think that I should feel better to go and meet him. But I re membered that he would have started long belore I got there,and that I could not tell whioh way he would oome. If he came alone, he would oome by the church. When he oame with Jenny Fairweather, ho came the other w?y. Jenny Fair wither and Trollo were rivals in the spelling class, but the best of friends outside of it. So I gave up the idea of going to meet him, for if I minsed him, and he came home oold and found mo gone, I should be sfrry, I thought. I ran up iuto the attfcOnoe, to see if I oould see anything of him. It had begun to grow a little (lark. I thought I oould see as far as the church clock, for I often got the time by the attio window. But I oould not even see the ohtirch.* I oould not see the road. I oould see nothing but wind and snow. It seemed to me as if I oould see the wind. From the attio window, the whole world seemed to have beoome a whirlpool of wind and snow. Oh. for a sight of the little red tippet! a glimpse of one round,red, mis chievous little face ! It seemed to me still an if those ngly words were blowing about in ?he storm, and had oome up to the attio window, and were knocking and knocking to be let in. I don't care if I never see you strain 1" "I?don't?care if I? never?see yon again t" I actually tried to open the window and let them in,?I felt ho nn oomfortable in the attic. Bat the win dow was frozen and atnok. I went down stair* and tried to amnio myself by putting the molasses eandy on to boil. Trollo would be no pleased I He wonld come in wet and oold. I would have a good, hot fire. I wonld get him some dry stocking*. Perhaps we wonld roast some apple* in the ashes. Trollo always liked to roast ap ples. We should hare a nioe time that night. He ahould see that I m?m glad to aee him again, after all I He should { know that I didn't think him the most disagreeable boy I erer knew. I shouldn't say muoh about it, for it was not our way. But he, should know. bo I put thrf molasses on, and then I ?rent to the window to look for Trollo. ; Then I got out the bread and butter and ooffee, that they might be ready for his iomw ; and I wont down into the eellar ancroieked out the biggest Bald-1 win I eAnld find, to roast for lam. Then I vMt to the window again. I was recy rest lee*. I oouL ->ot keep away from the window. The. storm was beating against the houae in an awful four. Trollo had not eomef suddenly that - ought to hour ? into me, like the thrust of a sharp knife, that something had happened to keep the child away. Had he gone home with Jenny Fairweather ? Had he not started at all? Had he got angry with me be^ cause of what I said, and" gone on to Keziah's to frights n me ? Or had he started, and not got anywhere ? Where oould he be ? I was too restless, wretched and anxious by that time to sit any longer, asking myself questions to which I got no answer. I determined to harness up the horse, and start out to find my brother. It took me some time to do this, for Hautboy was of the opinion that the barn was the warmest place for a horse of any sense that night. He would not take the bits, and made me trouble. I had to hunt up a barrel and stand on it to reach his head,?for I was not tall of my age. It was quite dark by the time I got harnessed and drove out into I the yard. I drove as fast as I could^but that was scarcely over a walk. The long, dim, bleak road stretched, a solid drift, before me. Hautboy broke it angrily, tossing the anow back into my faoe, and . blinding me again and again. I took the road to Jenny Fairweather's, as nearly as I oould make out where the road might be. I thought I would in quire there first. Mrs. Fairweather came to the door. She held a light, and had her hand up before her eyes to shield them. I oould see into the sitting-room. Jenny Fair 1 weather sat there alone, studying her atlas at the table. My heart gave a | sickening bound ; but I spoke up?or I tried to?manfully : '* Is Trollo here, Mrs. Fairweather ?" " Trollo ! No ! Where is he?" "That's what T don't know. He hasn't come home from school at all. I thought he must hare come with Jenny. I thought you had kept him i on account of the storm." " Why, he startod when I did I" said Jenny. She, too, came to the door and looked at me. " He started, bat h? went the other way. I came with Tom my Larkina. Trollo didn't come with us at aUL not answer. I oould not speak. Mrs. Fairweather and Jenny followed me to the door. Theyaaid things that I did not hear. I only remember telling Mrs. Fairweather that he must have gone to some of the neighbors, and that I should drive up the other way ; and I remember her saying that I must have help?the child must be found 1 And that she wished she and Jenny were men, to go with me. I got into the sleigh, and started out again into the storm. I was now very cold ; but I did not think much about it. I whipped and whipped poor Hautboy, and we blun dered along?freezing, frightened, stumbling?into the other road. I oould juBt see the church. I thought if I oould get as far as the church, I would go to the first house I came to and get help. I shouted as I went along, and called out Trollo's name. But I could scarcely hear my own voice. I could not see. I could not breathe. My hands were stiff. I dropped the reins two or three times. The wind blew savagely up the other road. It blew in our faces. Hautboy did not like it. He puffed and baoked and bothered rue. The first thing I knew, the horse stood still. I whipped him, but it did no good. I shouted, but he would not stir. I fc<tt out to see what was the mat ter. We had stuok in a mighty drift, which came to the creature's haunohes. So fast and so frightfully our old fashioned Conneotiout storms come down ! I turned around as well as I could, and Hautboy put for home. I sat still, in a stupid way, in the sleigh. I let the reins hang, for I oould not hold them. I felt very nnmb and sleepy. I wondered it I were freezing to death. I thought how I should look, when Trollo found me in the morning ; how Hautboy would get as far as the barn door, and stiok, with the sleigh ; how I should be sitting up there, straight undeT the buffalo, half in, half out the door. All at onoe I felt myself aroned. Something ha* happened. Hautboy stood stock btill beside a fenoe. He whin nied,and tnrned bin neck to look at me. "What in it, Hantboy ?" said I, sleepily. I managed to get out. Had we got home? Had we gone on to Keziah'g ? What had happened ? We had got home?or nearly. We were jnat ontaide the gate, in an enor moni drift. I oonld see the light in the kitchen and the oat sitting in the nneurtained window. That brought me to my senses. Per haps Trollo had got home. I called out as loud as I oonld : "Trollo t Trollo! Oh, 7VoMo I" Did something answer me ? Did Hautboy whinny ? Was it the oat mewing in the window f Or was it?f Oh, what was that ? Whoa, HMfboy 1 Whoa 1 Who*, sir 1 Whoa 1 Ton 11 tread on it! Yon*11 ornsh him 1 Back, sir 1 Back I It is onder your feet?across the drift I I have my hand beneath it t I can lift it up?toe still oold thing I The awful precious thing I I hare it in my arms. Oh, Hautboy, I'm so weak I Don't tread on ate I We shall drop back beneath th4 drift [ Back, sir ! back I Good pony.. Oopd old fellow. There I Oh, Trollo, here we are I Here U the door-latch I We are getting nP thfc step*. It's warm inside: sad I can set the candy on, and I went to meet you, lo. Oh, Trollo, aan ran hear f Oaa be heart CJan he rstf Trollo. again ? Does he know that I hold him; that my heart is breaking, while we crouch by the stove that he may feel tho red-hot glow? Does he stir ? Does his eyelids move ? Has Heaven token me at my *ord ??that dreadful word! Shall I never see him move again ? Oh, what shall I do? What shall I do ? All alone in the house this awful night with this awful little burden in my lap! If any grown-up soul were here, they would know how to save the I child! I _do the best I can. I rub him and rub him with my numb, oold hands ; I | get hot water?for the fire lias kept like a furnace, thank God! I fetch water' and mother's blankets, and I get him upon the old lounge, and I rub and rub and wrap him and breathe on him. Now and then I speak to him, but I j get no answer. Onoe or twice I thick , I will say my prayers, but I only say, I "Our Father," for I can think of I nothing else. There! While I am rubbing and sobbing, curled on my knees in a little helpless heap beside the lounge?oh, there! he did draw a little, little breath. He chokes and stirs ; his eye lids flutter. I remember then that there is brandy on the lower cupboard shelf. I spring to get it, calling, " Trollo ! Trollo !" lest he drop away and lie still again be fore I can get back. I get it, somehow, down his throat. I keep cn calling, "Trollo! Trollo! Trollo!" How long before it happens I cannot say ; how it happens 1 do not know ; but while I am kneeling and sobbing, call ing and spilling brandy wildly down his neck, and doing everything wrong, and nothing right, exoept to love him and to hate myself, as if my heart would break with love and hate, a little fee ble,'pleasant voice speaks up: *.Her-od ?" **Oh, Trollo, I did want to see you all the afternoon ! I did ! I did 1" "Yes, Herod; I hoped you'd come ? Herod." here 1-Tou lift _ . , . ... the rTwry bad. Did you put the ZW V* t". Our poor candy has bubbled and boiled away to a burn on the stove. But little want have we of candy this Ions, strange night. Trollo is very weak and suffers much. I cannot leave him to get help. I do the best I can. Towards morning he feels bett?L and 1 crawl out to look at Hautboy, wno has broken his harneus and got safely under oover. In the gray, oold dawn in the breaking storm I crawl into mother's bed beside my brother, and we drop asleep heavily, holding hsnds. We sleep long and late?I don't know how late it is. I am awakened by Keziah Phipps ; she has fires going and hot ooffee, and she throws up ner hands and says : " Laws mercy on me ! What is the matter ? What has ever happen ed to you ?" And when she>new what it was that happened, she s?ys we are to lie in bed till our ma oomes home, and she makes beef-sonp for Trollo, and cries into it, so that he makes faces when he drinks it. Trollo is very weak, but pretty well. So when the broth is gone, we both lie still. By and by Jenny Fairweather oomes over to see if Trollo has been found, but we feel too weak to see her. Then, by and by we hear the whistle of | the early train?well belated this I morning?by whioh father and mother will be hurrying home to see how we have stood the storm. We do not talk muoh. We lie very I still, holding each other's hands in j bed. Only once I say, " Trollo I" and Trollo savs, "Well, Herod?" and I say, " If I live to be an old, old man I shall never forget this night. Shall yon ?" Trollo ??ys, no, he doesn't think he ever shall. Then I say again, " Trollo 1" But when he says. " What, Herod ?" I only hold his hand a little closer, for 1 cannot speak. Close at Figures. Th? Marquis of Westmini liter, whom Mr. Gladstone created a duke before resigning his premiership, is the rich est person in England. He owns nearly all We*t.miniAt?r, and his wealth is something fabnlous. He is a thrifty nobleman. Some years ago a gentle man saw him at a railway station, where he had bought aoopy of the Echo, price one half-penny. He me the Doy a threepenny piece, and waited for his ohange. The boy had no half pennies ; be oonld not make twopenoe half-penny ohange. He had nothing bnt pennies, and if the marquis took twopenoe be wonld lose a halfpenny. In the midst of this nmbarrssnmcnt the train for which bis lorrifthipwaa waiting rolled into the station. If he did not go. by it he wonld hare to wait noma momenta. But he waited. "Go," be said to the boy, "and get tone half-pennies; I will wait for your return." And wait he did for the next train. Bnt this is the gentleman whom Mr. Gladstone has promoted to be a dmka Ha can now wear strawberry leaves >n his ooronet. The new duke Is forty-ulna rears oUL He ha% * ion and hair, Earl Grosronor^ who has just come of age, and who spetfda the paternal L. & f>. as cheer fully and eagerly ss the paternal gains Hovaoe Qr??\*j'n daughters will be oomlovtable. The eaaatttors .af the fatal^have already pot away fi*,000 Mysteries of the Theatre. The spaoe under the Btage of a large theatre, says Olive Logon, is often composed of three or four distinct stones. When the French opera house in Paris was burned last autumn the people were astonished to read, in the newspaper accounts of the fire, abont the fourth story of the subterranean region", where the head machinist of the opera house hung himself some years ago, and was not found till three months after. But there are in New York several theatres of almost equal subterranean depth. It is impossible to meet the requirements of a grand spectacular piece without large spaco both above and belew. The finest plays in the language are so written that they demand changes of scene during the course of each act ; and each scene must be a masterpiece of the stage car penter's art, in order to satisfy the exacting requirements of our* audiences. In Macbeth, the blasted hearth on which the witches hold their revelry, the bat tlemented towers of the thane, the in terior in which good King Duncan slept, the field where Birnam wood came miraculously to Dunsinane, and the conqueror who proved that he was not of woman born led on his bare legged forces to victory?all these magnificent pictures must follow each other in rapid succession, appear and disappear and reappear when summon ed or dismissed by the prompter's whistle or touch or bell. llamlel, Othello, Romeo and Juliet, in faot, all of Shakespeare's plays, tax in that way the ingenuity of the machinist. Hence his scenes dropped from above,or push ed up from below, in full view of the audienoe. When the curtain is down, he does not trouble himself to arrango the Roenes by invisible means. The too-critical eyes of the audienoe being shut out, the stage is invaded by ma chinists, carpenters, scene shifters (the titles are interchangeable, and the du ties much in common), who go about in their shirt sleeves, and perform the work of setting the next scene with rapidity and ease. aJMnftiirtti thutri are of many KCDas, ina are cut through the stage (and sometimes the soenery) in all di rections. Borne of the modern stages am literal]j one network or mosaic of traps, and can be made to open a hole no bigger than your finger, or a vast gulf into whioh a house might tumble. If you are not an old frequenter of the place, it is hardly safe to cross the stage in the semi-darkness of the daytime ; a trap might be left open, and yon might have an unhappy fall. An old stager is always on the look-out for open traps, and not infrequently casts his eyes up ward to see that nothing unexpected xs descending from the flies. What the Snow Water may Hold. The Montreal Star says that Dr. Ed wards has addressed a communication to the Mayor of that city on the sub ject of the refuse covered up by the snow on the streets, which eventually, he thinks, will be in the houses, and inhaled on the streets. lie says that he finds that, within an hour or two of melting, the snew water contains a swarm of living organisms, inoluding most of the infusory animaculm and a variety of worms and vibriones, u tea spoonful beooming, in fact, a miniature aquarium, and a few grains of the dust mentioned contain;ng more filth, animal life, and germs of diseases than a block of ioe GOO pounds in weight. Dr. Ed wards urges the Board of Health of the city to remove this unwholesome nui sance from the streets more promptly and efficiently than in former years, and represents the danger to health from deposits in hose cisterns, which he found in every case teeming with active animal life. He also addresses an ar gnment to the Chairman of the Water lommittee, maintaining that the filtra tion of the water supply, which would be of great economical value, may be effected at a moderate outlay. He mentions the deposits from the Ottawa and St. Lawrenoa waters, and states that water is filtered at Liverpool at the rate of about $575 per annum for each $1,000,000 gallons per day. He believes that the adoption of the Liverpool dis trict plan in Montreal, of which filtra tion is the first element, would, first, double the available supply ; secondly, afford also a spnre head of water for flushing and oleansing streets ; thirdly, improve the sanitary condition of the oity by the supply of filtered water, and, thus guard against prevailing endemic and threatened epidemic disease*, re duoe the rate of infant mortality, and promote the general health and sobriety of the citizens at large. _ Losrr Aim Fottnd.?A Philadelphia lady lost a thousand dollar diamond out. lw>t her engagement ring, and though every means of search was employed, the oaae was finally pronounced hope less. Bat. one day. the lady happened to bo brushing the a oat out of the trim ming of her street dree#, when, lo I and behold I there was the lost diamond sparking in the insecure orevioe of a flounoe. It had gone to and fro id streets and shops, been * brushed and shaken nearly every day. Bakaxmb.?The Governor of the He da Saint Marguerit# has been dismiss ed, and the reason ia said to be that he treated Marshal Baaaina with unneeea sary rigor. Madame Baaaine ia now living with bar huaband, and haa a comfortable a parVia# in the fori Bat aha ia no* allowed to walk about the island, and oan only take eiaroiae like, th% prisoner bimaelf on tba tarraee fif wag tho donjon keep. The two tairn daughter of llanihal * With him. Items of Interest. Maine put* tip 5,000,000 canB of oom a year. Remove wax from the ear by tepid water ; never put a hard instrument into the ear. What trees are those which, when fire is applied to them, are exactly what they were before ? Ashes. The railroad across the chain of the Andes, in South America, runs several m ilea above the clouds. The first life-boat was invented by M. Berniers, director of the bridges and causeways in France, in 1777. Why is the Qrst chicken of a brood like the foremast of a ship ? Because it's a little for'ard of the main hatch. A man's nature runs either to herbs or weeds, therefore lot him seasonably water the one and destroy the other. Railroad aocidents in the United States average one person killed and four injured every working day in the year. In the English river Thames no sal mon have been seen for a gereration. The rivA once had the best in the world. The consumption of olive oil import ed for table use in the United States amounts to over 315,000 gallons an nually. After many failures, the introduction of salmon into the rivers of Australia has at length been successfully accom plished. When you negotiate for a house hav ing all the modern improvements, jou will generally find that a mortgage is one of them. A Welsh paper recently contained the following in its notices to correspond ents: " Truth" is crowded out of our columns this week. The Manufacturer and Builder is trying to ruin the medical profession by sensibly advising sick people to give their stomaoliB a rest. In Illinois they take children who suffer from n hooping oough down tne shaft of the nearest ooal mine, and keep them there until cured." Lead and rinc expand greatly by heat. Zine expands nearly two and a half times more than wrought iron un der the same temperature. Two years ago two barrels of live peroh were placed in the pond at Tis oury, Mass., which have increased bo that now seining is profitable. Rev. Presley Lakin, while oonduoting a praver meeting at Peant, Pike conn to, 111., was recently assailed by a rough, and reoeived an ugly stab in the head. A stock dealer in Virginia city, Nov., reoently being asked how he felt said : "Physically 1 feel that I am a success, but financially that I am a total wreck." It is worthy of note that this year the first oolored student will graduate from the theological school of Yale College, and also from the academical depart ment. Thousands of young trout about two inches in length were recently thrown up to the height of thirty feet from an artesian well in San Francisco, li5 feet deep. The lower Houses of the Legislatures of Iowa and Michigan hnve declared in favor of amending the constitutions of these States so as to extend the sulFrago to women. Death alone of the gods loves not gifts, ror do you need to offer incense or libations; he oares not for altar or hymn; the Goddess of Persuasion alone of the gods has no power over him.? [ florace. English evangelists jfnblish religious tracts in the newspapers as advertise ments, and claim that by this means they reach thre6 million readers every week, a much larger number than could be reaohed in any other way. An exchange prediots that the time will aoon oome when ioe will be manu factured in all onr gr??at cities at a dol lar a ton. Manufactured ice at three dollars a ton has for Rome time been jn the markets of New Orleans. The Mayor of Auburn, Me., in his addroMS, says the liquor agency is the only paying department of the city government; *4,183.30 ^nrth of medi cine has been dispensed to the siok and suffering,* at a profit to the city of $822.66. At a Dubuque wedding, among the presents ?stantationaly dippla>ed was ? one-hundred-dollar bill, a" piesent from the doting father to hi*, daughter. After the guests had departed the old man coolly rolled np the bill and put it in hia vest pocket, and that was tire end of it. A careful perusal of the opinions of all medioal men in regard to the*case of the Biameee Twins leads to the definite conviction that if the band of union had been severed during life either thev would have dietf if they had hoi lived, or they would havfc lived if they had not died. A Florida paper mentions ? farmer by the name of Futoh who has been notnpelled to move to the other side of 8k John's river in oonseqnenoe of the depredations of alligators. H*says his cattle have been thinned out by an old bun alligator, whioh has beeu the ter ror of his neighborhood for a namber Chinamen are deetroying the flah in "Carson river, Nevada, with llfae. They select dead water, and oast the powered Urn. bjr hv.df.1. o?, lb. ng*. Th. I6T09r Wr, in* the lur [?n flMl wt to pure water and reoover. *1 ilime r>r handinn over the snrrao lime absorb# the atmospheric flah are apflboated and riae to.t faee for breath. If m* mke