9 .3 "?.j'ittj??iC hio -?-u,;r Tis--; woy syoila j.orft Vt Vol , ? ORANGEBURG, SOUTH CAROLINA, WpDttl?SDAY, JU3VE 20, 1872. THE 'OBANGEBUKG TIMES Is published every WEDNESDAY, n , . ' * , , ' j ' f AT ORANGEBURU, C. H., SOUTH CAROLINA by HEYWARD & BEARD. UUBSCIUCTION llATK*; a year, in advance?$1 for six months. JOli PRINTING in its all depiutmcnts, neatly executed. (Jive us a call. W. J. DeTreville, ATTORNEY AT LAW. Office at Court House Square, Orangeburg, S. C. inch 13-lyr IZLAJR & DIBBLE, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, RUSSELL STREET, Orangeburg, S. C. Jas. V. 1/i.au. S. Didiu.b. mch t?-lyr BROWNING & BROWNING Attorneys At UvW, OnAx/iKBi/nti, C. 11., S.O., Malcolm I. HuowxiNO. A. F. UnoWMxo inch G?lyr EERSNER & DANTZLER, ID J O >sT T I S T S , Orangebarg, 6. C, Office over store of Win. Willeok. V. Fkksxku. P. A. D.v.NTZi.Kn, I). I). S. t.tcli 12-Jtmos till T. BERWICK LEGAllE, I> E N Til, SU It G E O N , (iiaduate, Baltimore Collogv Dental Surgery. Ol)re, Mat'lff el erst, OiCt'Stmx ofJ. A. ITumiUon PAVSIJON HOTEL, CHARLESTON, S. C. H. Hamilton, (I. T. Alforl $ C >., XiipriintriHfciil. J'rufiyiclurti. ? They Thought They Were Right." "They thought they wore right," were the words tittered by a Union soldier, when applauding the bravery ?f the pri vate soldiers who wore the gray. Ever ready to forgive ami forget, we dedicate these lines to nil, who, right or wrong, followed what they conceived to be the path of duty. C. Augustus Il.vvn.ANt?. "They thought Ihey were right," When their pnth was b'eretrewn With our dead ami our dying*? While the 1 leaven's bright moon Shone through the dim clouds And whispered away, To the realms far above, The pure souls from the c-ay. "They thought they were right," Shall we longer refrain To welcome them hack To ?ur household again, While the record they made. Like our own sons, so bold, Will ere long be written In bright litters of gold! "They thought Ihey were right,'' Shall we longer deny That their heroic dtvda Are recorded on high .' And \vk, though victorious, And tukv backward driveu ; Yet in Heaven above us, Their sins all forgiven -:o: ITaa it (hid, teaching lessons, (hi each fatal day, 11'hen the fields were o'ersprcad With the Ulue and Gray ? Was it w look." And he pointed to the gold upon the table, and began his profane li tan) again. "The mortgage was three, thousand dollars, and be bad only two." "Is that all ?" cried Ned, hauling at his belt. I "Good Lord ! What does he take me for?" cried Harry furiously. "Five j hundred a piece and the expenses of the [journey is about the figure. There, go to the old folks. We'll see about your horse while you pack ypnr bag." This set the other at bis oaths again ; but iu joyful stylo this time. They were trumps and bricks, and by everything he could think of he'd do for them, if there were an) need of it. "Ho'd pay them back if he lived, and he'd?ho'd?bless them." And so choked off into sobs again, at which they left him to recover, return ed with a horse saw him set forth upon his mission as though the "old folks" had been their old folks also. REVENGE. They waited for news of him, but uono came. They waited quietly at first, then impatiently; at lust they heard this. He had never been seen at home or by any one who anew him since the day on which i they shook hands with him. Some terri-. ble fate had befallen hint, in the lonely places over which ho had journeyed alouo. To doubt him never entered their minds. That he was true to them as they, to him they well knew, and .one thought filled each mind. They must discover his fate and if it were what they supposed, avenge hi in. So one bright morning, well mounted, well, crmed, and followed by a favorite dog, a hound who would by no means be left behind, tho two set forth in search of their lost comrade. They took tho road, he must have taken, and asked at every tavern and cabin for news of him, Ouo, old man remembered him well; another, man had pointed out the dangerous place in the road leading past a precipice to a man of their lost friend's description, but ut that point the clue was lost. After, npieh travel, and many inquiries, our comrades begun to fear that they should have paused to examine the rocks and. ravines at the foot of the precipice aliud-, cd to, ere they proceeded further, and determined to turn back and do so. They came to this resolution about nightfall, and just as they had reached the borders of a little farm, which bore evidence of careful tillage. Upon this land stood al so u farm-house, from the crevices in th< closed shutters of which streamed long bars of ruduy lamp-light, and whence the sound ,of music was plainly heard. Q was the only dwelling within sight. We will stay there said one friend K another until dawn, and then rctyrj . That the bouse was not an inn did hot' matter to cither of then). Hospitality! was never refused in that land at tKitf day. They rode boldly up to the gate, and gave a loud hallo. In an instant the door opened, and they coltid see within a sud den panic in a lively e'anco, as all heads turned to see what it was that caused this interruption. "Cut you let ti.i sleep here to-night?" asked one of the friends, as one asks who fe,nrs no refusal. "Light down, gentlemen," said a pleas ant voice. "You're welcome. You'll lind a stable thar, and corn for your hor I sos. Every man, Jack, is on the tloor to | night ?but here's a lantern, if you'll tend to yourselves." "All right, stranger/' said Harry, "and thank ye too.*' ' And the men led their horses in'.o a stable, ulready tolerably full. Ned wa tered tlicni, ai d secured them for the night, ami would have left the place at once, but that one of the animals attract ed Harry's attention. He turned back to look at him, exam ined him from head to hoof, turned red and pale, and suddenly clutched JSed's arm. "You remember the horse we bought for Charles Chester?" he asked. "Yes," said Ned. "Look at this fellow!" said Harry. "Yes, the very one. The star on his fore head, the sear oil his foreleg, the et.lor, the height. Neil, it's Charly's horse V "It is the horse," said Ned slowly. ?'Harry, if Charly had lived to go on, his horse would have gone with him." '??The owner of this'animal may know all we need to hear," said Harry. "It won't be good news, Ned." Ned shook his head, and sadly and slowly -he men went up toward the house. They found the darn ing at its height, and that this was the home-coining of the far mer's bride, a pretty young woman with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, of whom the stalwart bridegroom seemed very fond and proud. "Sit down, strangers," .-aid an old man near the door. "You'vt.meat a merry time, and don't get much attent ion. My son is jest the happiest fellow out, I do believe?got. no eyes for anybody but that gal. You see they've been wait-in' quite a spell, and he hadn't no bu k, none at all, and kinder seemed he'd got ?ogive up ; but six months buck he had it ?treck. Woudorfui!?explained it, but I don't ivmember ;bo he send? for me and her frpm?Connecticut, She's an orphan gal, and na soon, as her school term was over r^irtie was tcachin', yc know?she come. This is their housc-wnrmin', und them's t he neighbors! They all like Ike. Ikp's a good fellow?a real good fellow though .Isuy it. Why what ails your dog?" . /The dog, left outside, was howling fear I ally. : ? "Want?to come in, perhaps," suid Ned; ,"|)Ut it mightn't be agreeable to the iadics." j * "Bring him in," said the old man ; but j^ie dog would not come. Jle stood be* ?iide a patch of grass in the garden, how j ling woefully, and scratching and tearing with all his might. Leave the spot he : vould not, and the friends as they saw him, ana remembered tbe horse in the -.?table, felt the blood curdle in their veins. - ''Whoso horse is that with a white star, Hun the forehead and a scar on his fore j leg, a handsome brotvn horse with [ wonderful eye.??" whispered Henry to the old man. j "That's my son's horse," paid the old man. "Where did ho buy it?" asked tbe other. ? "Don't know," said the bid man, laughing childishly. "Como to him with the rest of bis good luck six months ago." Again the dog outside began to howl. Again the friends felt cold chills creep over thein. "Where are we to sleep?" asked Ed ward of the old man. "We don't want supper ; we need rest." "I'll show' you," said the old man. "The house will be full to-night, but you'll not tilihd roughing it." And he led tho way to an Upper' room where a rude bed was already spread. I "Just lie down here, strangers," be said, "There's a blanket, if you're < idd, and there's a caudle. Good-night." And lie left them. But not to sleep. The two men had sought solitude that they might commune with each other. Yet now they could only say, "What does this niciin ?" They hail .-aid it in as many ways a dozen tj/ncs, when Henry by acci dent lifted his eyes to a jieg In the rough wall. On it hung something which riyettcd bis ga/.e with horror. Yet it was an object quite common und inno cent in itself?only a pair id' brown sad dle-bags, rather new in appearance, and with the letters ('. C. on the side. "Look!" he cried. "Look, Edward!" The. other i;j turn stood ftlttto for awhile, Iben gave a spring toward the pet?, tore tbe bags down, and opened them. Within they found garments they knew their friend bad worn, an empty belt, and the dngtiorrotypc of a young girl of whom they,had known htm t > be very fond. "H is horse,ill the stable, his saddle bags and belt here, the dog howling on the turf without?what does it all mean?" cried Harry again. And Ned answered, "We shall soon see," and I strodu down into the great room where the dancing was going on, and iip to the bridegroom, standing At the head of a j Virginia reel, with his bride's hand in [ his own. j "Stop a bit," cried Ned, furiously.? "We iiaye a qttcstion to ask. Whose horsr h that in the stable? the brown one. with a star on the forehead?" "Mi.nb," said the farmer turning dead ly white. "And the wuldle bags upstairs,marked C. G. ?" The farmer turned paler. "Gentlemen," he said, "wait until morning, and 1 will explain everything." "\Vp choose to learn the truth for our selves," said the young man fiercely.? "You had a mysterious streak of luck six months njro, I understand from the old man there,'1 said Harry Bray. "Not very my?4c?*oU9j" said the far mer. "1 wont to the diggings and fell in with f*t nugget; As for the horse?I found hini and the saddle-bags too. It you know to whom they belong, he's welcome fn them." "They belong to tho m.tn J'otl murdered 'or his nT*wey and buried in the ground yonder whero the dog stand? howling," cried Harry Bray. "We. arc fcoing to dig there and God help any man who hinders us?" ?'Pig where you ehposcj'? said the far mer. "I am too well lihown here to be afraid of two madmen. # I murder a Man -?I?There, I'm a fool to care for such Words. Dig, confound you. Many a horse strays in the woods; many a mail has found one as well as I. Come, neigh' bors, set the fiddles going, and let those mf.d men dig." And the spades sank into the turf, aud the terrified guests gathered around, and the bride clung to her husband's arm, and the music wns. dumb, and the dog's ! long nielancholly wail filled the air} Ulitl at last, just as tho rising moon flung her yellow beams upon the new-dug earth, Ned Warren cried iii an awful voice, "He is herel" And the two friends lif ted from the grave that which had be en I a man, with long death-grown black hair } filling down over his shoulders. He had been shot in the head and through the heart, and there was now no doubt in either mind that it was the body of their lost friend. The farmer seemed petrified with horror. The bride tell into a death-like swoon, the guests fell away from their host und looked at him askance. The old father tore his hair and pleaded for mercy. Hut there was up mercy in any heart there. The avengers were all powerful. The great room adorned for festival and mirth was turned into a court-room. The women woru thrust from it, the men remained.? On the raised stand, where the fiddlers had beeii seated, Harry Bray now took his teat in the character of Judge Lynch, The jury was named, the mock trial hur ried on, the accused called upon to an swnr. He pleaded not guilty. He de nied any knowledge of the fact that a grave lay so near his home. He persis ted in the repetition of the statement that he had fouud the. horse aud saddle bags, but he admitted that there had been money in the latter. Ho stood before them looking very un like, a murderer, calling on them for jus tice?calling on God to witness the truth of-his words; speaking of his young wife and bis old father; bidding his neighbors I remember that he had never done them any wrong. But Judge Lynch had no mercy, no belief in the possibility of false accusa tion ; und this Judge Lynch was an avenger of blood. The end was what the end of such a trial generally is; the sentence the awful one of death; and in less than three hours from the moment on which they first raw tho bridegroom happy and blite, standing with his bride at the head of the gay country dance, his body dangled, a horrible sight to look upon, from the branch o." tho tree that shadowed what ?11 believed to be his victim's grave! i When all was over, they found the old father dead in his chair, beside the fire-place, and found among the women a hopeless, gild?ering maniac whom they would hardly have known for the rosy ebeeked young brido. They were avenged, but at what cost ? The two men returned to tfleir homes j saddeiied and altered, yet not remorseful for they had but avenged their comrade; mid this, to them seemed common justice. The legal code of border life, had been adhered to, but for the last look at. the mad bride they couH scarcely have rec ognized how awful all this had been.? They lived on together, friends still, speaking often of poor Charley, and fan eying that in some other world ho might even know how well they had revenged themselves upon his murderer. And so live years passed; and one day the two went together into a coffee-room kept by an old Frenchman in tho city of San Krancisco, and being in low spirits, out of luck and with slender purses, wero sitting disconsolately over their meal, wheu a hand camo down upon cither shoulder and a voice cried; "Found at last. I've searched the city for you. God bless you, dear old hoys." It was Charles Chester, handsome and cheerful, well-dressed, and well to do looking; Charles Chester, whose mur derer they believed themselves to have lyhclicti years buibre. And this was the being in gold and heavy for. his,belt, ha ? bad placed it in his nnddln-hnpa, q^ha^,,, completed many miles pf his journeys.. when uenr a new but apparently deserfett * dwelling, he saw a man lying groaning terribly. I )ismounting he addressed him,' and found that he was a traveleri whari? lnul been set upon by ruffiamviW^rf?rr >: bed and murdered. He had crawled Xrt tb'is house for assistance, but found it empty, and now lay .dying in the HmwU Charlcs Chester had done his best fbrttwT poor H'llow, but without avail. He died' in his arms, just as the sun went downr and by its fading light be had dug a grave on the turf before the empty house^ and there buried him. There was no" one in sight, and his fears of an attack upon himself warned him to hurry on, but when the last sad rites w;ere over, and he turned to remount his horse, ho found it gone. The animal had escaped into the woods, and vyitb night coming on all search seemed hopeless. Tho money irr the saddle-bags rendered the loss a mad dening one. He threaded his way threugh the underbrush, calling his steed by name, until total darkness hid all objects, and at lost striking his head violently against a tfee, fell to the ground insen sible. When ho camo to himself, he wtur lying in a wagon, to which he had been' conveyed by a kindly German who couhf ( speak no English. In falling be.fcftdk; broken an arm and was very weak>?oiyl ^ ill. Before he was able to communicate his story to any one, all "hope of >eci>ver- ' ing either horse or money had deserted him. He was in despair. He could' not < assist his parents. To return to his friends would be to cast himself upon their bounty. This he would not du ; and his struggles had been great at first ,? but they were over now. He^Rku ddtUf well by 'tho old folks,' and had returned to pay his debts and re mine his friend ship with his old comrades." He was With them?he lived/ 'JW farmer had doubtlesa told the trUth. tin did not even know why the turf hnd grown so green in the little door-van!{ and ho had found the horse at large iir the woods and known nothing of its ri der; but the thing had been done and could not be undone?the dead brought to* life or tho maniac's mind restored, or the blood washed from the murderers' hands/ Gf course they told their story, and of course they believed the friendship as warm as ever, but it was i ot so. The y never could meet each other again as of i yore. The two could not forget the man they bad lynched to avenge their friend, and doubted the propriety of his return ing alive and merry to trouble their con sciences, .which were quiet enough as long as he seemed dead. As for Charlc? Chester, he cleared the murdered man's I memory among neighbors, and sav the wild-eyed, white faced woman who dw? It %in the desolate house, and only shook her bend and moaned and muttered when he spoko to her; aud then he, too, whs' content to say good-bye to those who bad done the deed?albeit lor his sake So the three parted, each gob'j? bis own way, for thus it seemed easier to for-' get the deeds done by dodge I.ym b niuf bis court upon the day of the bride's home-coming. Givk it VP.?An obi liquor drinker, who had been j>atr'r$j%ing one drinking house for eight yenfs, gave tfris .is hi reason for joining the .'-cms of Tctnpc rancc, in the presence ot'several persons: "There," said be, pointing to the saloon,, i "is a drinking establishment that I ba\ been trying to drink out for these <*ighf, years, aud, finding it iimpossible, have. !concluded to withdraw from the field and try lake Michigan." - mm 0 mm ? StrtJgffhr fi< to victory. Never give up when you ?ro right. A frown is a muscular contrition,-and can't last long. A laugh of derision is but the. modified bark of a cur. If you can be. laughed out of good, or the good out o?* you, vou aro weako* in. intellect, than the fool,. "WhAM argrtWctft is a guffaw, and whoso , logic in a sneer.