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_? ._::;:;,?_i__ _? ? $2 FjSII ANNUM, }? "On ave move indissoiajbly fibm; God and nature.bid tue ?ame.'' ?{ IN ADVANCE. Vol. 1 ?RANGEB?RG, SOUTH CAROLINA, WEDXMSDAY, ?lUL.Y lO, 1872. No, '23 THE ORANGENUIIG TIMES Is published every WEDNESDAY, AT ORANGEBUilO, CIL, SOUTH CAROLINA UEYWARD & BEARD. UUBSCIUTTION TtATKs: $2 a year, in advance?$1 for six mouths. - JOB PRINTING in its all dcpai tmcnts, neatly executed. Give us a call. ICingslancl & InEocutli, dealer in HOUSE FURNISHING GOODS, AND Crockery, Plated Ware,Table Cut lery, &c. Are. (Under Columbia1 Hotel,) Columbia, S. ('. J. A. Heath. II. Kingshuid. apr 27-Gnio iziwvii & i)i inu j-:, attoi? iv k y s a t +Tj a \\, HUSSELL STREET, Orangcburg, S. C. 1'. I'/i.ak. s. Duuu.i:. inch ? lyr B HO W N INC. & IJIU) \v n S x ii Atloi-ncys A< i iiuv, ?itAxt?iuuud, (*. H., S.C., Malcolm I.Buo\vninu. A. 1". ImowNixo muh (1-1 yr FEUSNER & DANTZLEU, d is jsr t I s rr s , ?r?nsoburg, S. C, Olliee over store of Win. Willeok. 1\ Persnek. P. A. 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Parlor, Chamber, Dhihig-Kooin, and all hinds of Furniture, froin the best manufacturers in New York, Haiti more und Philadelphia. apr 2G-3mo SI* KCl A f i 3VOT1 CK. Prime Rio Coffee and SUgarS, j,t- p"CCS to ph-aso. IVLOTJ 11, All marked at selling prices. ]VIAPES' HIOSPJIATE an i) BROWN'S C01T0N PLA NTERS A Iwa ys on liiind. JOHN A. HAMILTON, Market SI reel. feh 21 Ivr POETRY. Discords. It had Home grains of truth, at leant, That fahle of the Sybarite, For whom, because one leaf was creased, The rose strewn couch had no delight. I think not even sober youth Expects it's gold without alloy ; But (his is still the sober truth : A little pain can inar much joy. 'Tis pity that one thwarting thought, One adverse chance, one sudden fear, Or sharp regret can turn to naught The full content that seemed so near! But (his strange life of ours abounds "With notes so subtle, they a (lord A thousand discords and harsh sounds For one harmonious, perfect chord. [Chamber's Journal. SELECTED STOJIY. LOVE AND PAINTING. J1Y AMY KANDOLl'II. "Yes," said Mrs. Western, solemnly. "It will he a very nice thing to have Beatrice well settled in Hie." "Very nice," said Miss Victoria Wes tern, with n grave nod. Poor little Beatrice Moore! Ever since she could remember, sho had been bandied and buffeted about from one home to. another?from the unwilling charge of otic distant relation to the love less care of another. She had no abiding place ; nobody seemed to wani her. The chief object in life of those around her appeared to bo to get rid Of her as ijjuick ly as {> ssible. It was a bitter conscious; licks to darken th- !'.:'.: of a girl of eigh teen, hut suc h it w?4~.. Beatrice looked shyly across at the glass, with a md'.tal marvel whether Ma jor Cholsoy really could like her well enough to marry her, and what did she sei there? A round, rosy Ihre, touched with fresh pink on either side, and framed in by shining rolls of nut-brown hair?eyes o! deep violet gray, almond shaped, and full of wistful .softness, and a small ex pressive mouth, crimson in color, and boa lifully shap d. 1; was hot .such tin unsatisfactory survey, tutor all. "You had botterchangc tliitt rusty wrap per for a more decent-looking dress, Be atrice," said Victoria Western. "1 . hould not be surprised if Major Chclscy were to (all to-day." "Yes, Victoria," said Beatrice, meekly, "when I have washed the breakfast china ami dusted the drawing-rooms." "1 .i t Betty do those this morning.? It's almost twelve now,'' said Victoria, pettishly. "Don't, for pity's sal:.', be the one to overturn all our plans for getting you married!" Heat rice sighed softly as sho went up stairs. "It would be so nice to bo loved!" thought our poor little heroine, with the instinctive longing for affection that forms pari of every woman's nature. "I think Hugh Chclscy loves me, and yet 1 scarcely dare to hope." Ho Beatrice Mi.ore put >n her one silk dress?a deep crimson, that Victoria Western had worn for throe winters be fore it descended to the d< pendant cous in, and pinned on the little laee 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-si/.ed darning needle, and sat down in the recess of tho back parlor window to darn her aunts stockings and think. ( M what"/ Well, of what do-girls gen erally think when tho shadow of a great, all-absorbing 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? Ilcutrice Moore tit tho hour's end, could herself scarcely have told just what sho bad been think ing of, and ycl the thoughts bad been very sweet, and the linio bad slipped away with almost imperceptible lap c. Ami what was Hugh Chelsey about that ho Uid not make tho expected visit? "I'll go and see Beatrice Moore this morning,'? Hugh Chelsey had said with in himself, as ho sallied out into the bril liant 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 whoso life had nearly all been passed under the burning glow of an East Indian sun, and whose manners were a curious compound of easy frank ness and total defiance of convention ality. I "I don't know what to make of Major Chelsey," Mrs. Milton had said, to whoso house the eccentric East Indian had brought letter:) of introduction. "Some times he acts like a prince of the blood, and then again you would take him Ibra brigand. They say he'.-) very rich, and yet there is not a particle of assumption about him. I declare, he's ipiito an enigma!" Hugh blessedly unconscious of tili the speculations lie inspired in various female minds, walked along, swinging his cane, and whistling tho sad, strongly marked refrain of some old oriental air, as ho wondered within himself whether Beatrice Moore would consent to go back to the palm-shaded valleys of the golden East with hint. "HalloV" ejaculated Major Chelsey, suddenly cut short in his meditation.; by the unexpected apparition of a man in soiled garment.- and paper cap', sitting on Mr.-. Western's dooi'-step and another, somewhat better dressed, berating hini most soundly. "Why, Tom! it isn't you?" cried the major. recOiluizilUJ a man who liad i\.n.. over from India in the sittiie ship with himself?a light-hearted, merry young Englishman, whose constant {low of spir its had rendered him a general favorite. What's the matter? Are you sick?" "Sick?no!" retorted the other inter posing be foro the man addressed could reply. h'.- nil a niako-belh ve game.? I've paid him beforehand for hi.- time, and now he needn't think I'm going to be gammoned by this sort o' thing. Gome, Meredith, up the ladder with you man ! This hi use has got to be painted by noon to-morrow, or my contract falls through !" "1 could not climb that ladder again, Mr. Field, if you wi re to give me a thou sand dollars. My head swims, and "Konsense! it'ii bo steady enough when you once get there." "But if the man i> really i!!?" inter rupted Major Chelsey, rather sternly. "Can't help that!" said the master painter. "Tho job has got to be done, ill or not ill." "Go ami get another hand," said Clu 1 sey, in an undertone, glancing at the haggard lace of poor Tom Meredith.? "Don't you see the fellow ought to be in bed." "It's easy to .-ay 'get another hand,'" .-aid the painter, apparently driven to the very verge of frenzy, "but 'taint so easy to do. There aiiiL a hand to bo bad.? They're paintin' St. Bartholonuiy's, and the Lcfovro Hotel besides, and you can't get a fellow to work for you for love nor money." "At all events, Meredith is very ill." "He's always complain in', Tom Mere dith 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." lie took the paint pail in one hand am! a slack of brushes in tho other, and put one foot on the lowest round of the ladder. But even that slight cflbrl seemed too much for the over-tasked frame?the brushes fell to the ground, and Meredith staggered back against a tree. "Oh, conn?go ahead!" urged the master, brutally ; "I'm tired of nil this play-acting." "Stop!" m i. 1 Chelsey, resolutely. "Tom Meredith, go home to your wife, and toll her to lake care of you. And you Mr, I'ainter, if you must have a hand to lake his place I'm your man."1 "You, sir!" echoed the man incredu lously. jj "Yes, I. Hand over your pail and brushes; I painted our bungalow once in India, and it's strange if I can't bandle the brushes now. What are you staring It?" "But, Major," pleadcd'Tom, feebly. "Go home, I say," waved the Ma Or. ''Hold on, give us your canvas overalls (ttSt. There?now for a day's work that shall make old skinflint down there open I.ms eyes." "Old skin Hint," as Chelsey irreverently tinned him, smiled rather doubtfully. "If you take the responsibility of send ing away my best hand, you'll undertake to make his place good, of course, sir." " Don't I tell j ou I know how to paint?" And Major Hugh Chelsey defiantly I nfrcended the ladder, brandishing the bVushcs above his head, a signal of defi tW.cc. "Well, ifthisaint the queerest go !"was t'ii'O'inastcr-painter's puzzled comment, as be watched thescicntilie manner in which his new journeyman handled the brushes. "He does go about it like si fellow that Unverstands what he's doin', and yet? well, no matter. I shan't lose anything by^ho change of hands." 'y^tKoL a bad day's work, bey, you in the bypwn paper cap V" said the .Major, as he ;??od eyeing his performance while, the others wer.; pulling away their brushes arid ovcr-'mrmeuts. ''No, sir, 'taint," re-ponded the individ ual add ros.-ed ; "bu! you wouldn't work ll at way, I guess, day after day " "Very probably not," said the Major. I "ft does lire one?but 1 shall sleep like a t. p, PO/Lle Dealsiee Moore," he added, \i 1 irnully, "you must wait a day or two. I \ ?>ui : (ivj '< paint houses all day and be. improper trim lor love-making in the evening. Heigho! how stiff my joints f id." 1 wonder how poor Tom Meredith is." Early the next morning Major Cliel? s;y appeared on lue field, ready t.) renew Iiis .work, but there wiis, fortunately, no further necessity for his services, 'i'oni Meredith was there, gratefully touching his cup to his substitute. "The day's rest has set me all right4 Major," he said; "I'm able to work now, but 1 don't know how to thank you for?" "Edrjust nothing at all 1" said the Ma jor, tartly. ''Hold your tongue, Tom Meredith, and give this bill to your youngest torment Id buy candy with." And th'j major rushed !..iek to his ho tel to dress-with special reference to quite a different day's work. Major Chelsey had scarcely * limbed the ladder the day before, when Miss Victo ria Western, going into the front guest chamber for h?r fursj caught a glimpse of Iiis honest face,just on a level With thp lopmo i panes of the window, and his hands manipulating a huge brush. "My goodne.-s gracious!" ejaculated Miss Victoria, "it's Major Chelsey ! No it isn't! its a horrid painter man. It's?-" Siu- flood a moment in puzzled wonder, incut. Then something definite seemed t. shape itself out of the'uhaoz of her mind. "I've heard of id venturers before, she murmured, ela ping bei' hands nervously together, '"but 1 never met one before. Why, it's as plain as the noonday ! Ma jo. Chelsey is no Indian officer; he's a j wretch ofn common house-painter, wjio thinks to marry our Beatrice ; but he'll not succeed ! no? not he !" She Hew down stars to impart the as tonishing tidings to Ik r mollu r and Beat rice. "Well?I?nc-vcr!" ejaculated Mrs, Western, in blank dismay. "The impudence of the man !" scream ed Victoria. ".But of Course, Beatrice, you'll never speak to the man avain." Beatrice turned white and red, and red land white again, heforo she spoke, and I linulh tho words crepl out, low and lu-.-I tating: "But, Mrs. We.-11 in, what difference does it make whether ho is a major or a hoiisc-paiutcr, when when-" Mrs Western and Victoria wailed in awful silence for the last lour words'. "When 1 lov? him V ' And then burst the storm of objurga tion over Beatrice's shrinking head, un til the littlo thing crept away in tears, to hide her doubts and terrors in the yvelf come solitude of her own apartment. "A cousin of mine degrade herself by presuming to bo in love with a mechanic!" shrieked Mrs. Western. "And a man, too, who has never even declared himself," added Victoria. This was the unkindest cut of all, and Beatrice believed herself to b<} not only low-minded and unrefined, but ttnmaid cnly also. But for all rfmt she was certain of one thing?she loved the major, ?or the painter, or whatever ho was, and she could not help herself. All that day and all the next, the domestic storm raged with unsoftencd vehemence, and about noon, just as Beat rice was beginning seriously to contem plate tbo possibility of packing her few dresses into a bundle, and running away to service, somewhere, the drawing-room door opened, and''Major Chelsey, to see M :ss Moore," was announced. Beatrice rose with varying color, and held out one trembling little hand. Mrs. Western glared on the new comer, .and Victoria kept her eyes steadily on the carpet. "1 low dare you come here, sir?" de manded the matron, fiercely. The major's belligerent blood fired up. I "To seo Miss Moore," be said, with cool J audacity, that made Mrs. Western's cap I frills stand straight out. "And what business can you have with LMiss Moore?" I The major glanced at Beatrice's face : something in the violet eyes gave him con rag !. "To ask her to marry mo ma'am." "Voi; irC?t?herotiV, adventurer, a common house-painter, dressed up to do-, eeive society in a major's uniform? Your j impertinence is beyond my comprehen sion ! 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 name had over crossed his lips in addressing her? "is it yes or no ? "No!" emphatically interposed Mrs Western. Major Chcls y half t urned away, but a light band fell on his arm. Beatrice ! had glided to hi,: side, j "Yes Hugh." "What '.' you are willing to marry a IlOUSC' painter ? 1 "! am willing to marry you." And then the major, still holding tight i > the little band that had fallen on his arm, quietly explained the circumstances that had placed him temporarily in so p miliar a light. Mis. Western .?Hushed and paled alternately. "1 am sure, Maj >r, I never intended any offence?I-" "No apologies, Madam," said the ma jor, with a light inflection of sarcasm in his voice. "As long as I am sure of dis \\ili :? sted love, the opinion of others is of very little consoquencojto me." And Beatrice, in the romance of her little heart, almost wished that Hugh J Chelsey was a "common house-painter," in onler that .-lie might prove still more satisfactorily how very, very dearly she loved him. General Joe Hookcroflbrs tobet ?50, 000 that Dr. Horace Grccloy will bo elected President in November. That young man who went reeling through the streets the other day, drunk, must have forgotten he has a mother am! sisters. Something new in thi- latitude is prom ised at the next term of the Circuit Court for the 8th Circuit, to be held at Ander son Court House, in the shape of a br< ach of promise case. Messrs. .J. J. Norton ami A. W. Thompson have laid out a town at the erossing of the 111 no ?idgc ami Air-Line Railroads, called Seneca City, ami pro pose 11. sell out lots mi the loth of Au I gu i next. From Father to Son, One day a young man entered a tnef> chant's office, in Boston, and with a paler and care-worn lace, said: "Sir, I am ia need of help. 1 haver bcenunnblo to meet certain payments, because certain parties have not done as they agreed by me, and I would like Ur have ?1,000. I came to?you became yoii? were a friend to my father, and might be) a friend to me." "Come in," said the old merchant, "come* in and have a giiu-s of wine." "No,"snid tho young man, "I don't drink." "Have a cigar, then ?" "No, I never smoke." "Well," said the old gentleman, "I would like to accommodate you, but I don't think I can." "Very well," said tho young man, as ho was about to leave the room, "I thought perhaps you might. Good dav,. sir." "Hold on," said the merchant, "you' don't drink." "No." "Nor smoke?" . "No." "Nor gamble, nor anything of that kind ?" "No sir; 1 am superintendent of tho Sunday School." "Well," said the merchant, "you shall have it, and three times the amount if you wish. Your father let me have $5, 000 once, and naked mo the same ques tions. He trusted me, and I.will trust you. No thanks?I owe it to you foi* your father's trust." "Das Oonion Hill coomc by decs ears': ' inquired a jolly Dutchman on Saturday night, as he staggered into a Union Hill ear at Hoboken. "Yaw, Fritz," answered a fellow-coun tryman. "Vent cakes, all the vile, Yaoob," said Fritz, nearly crushing his friend's tocsin his attempts to steady himself. "Fritz, you po tarn heavy to-night." "Yass, I bees full of hot Dom ami Sherrys, Yacob} I vas a fool to dry Yan kee drinks; Doia and Sherry doo much' for Fritz. I must dry und get somo fresh air on the platform, Yacob." Fritz succeeded in getting tho door open about six inchesj a biting wind1 blew through the aperture, when an in dignant passenger sprung to his feet and closed the door with a suddenness that turned Fritz half around. "Bees dis tar on the outside or inside?" inquired Fritz. "You are all right, Fritz; sit dow j this corner," said Yacob. "Dank you, Yacob; if I sleeps when mine house coomcs along, dell me who I am." The champion reaper?advertising. - ? ? ^ Why is John Biggcr's boy larger than his father? Because he's a little Bigger. A Juncsvillo, Wisconsin, girl fright j cued her scrcundera away by falling out of the window. "You cruel man," cried Mrs. Jellikins, 'my tears have no effect on you at all." "Well drop'cm, then," said the brutal Jellikins. The girl must have been somewhat ex cited when she pulled her beau's nose, kissed the bell pull, und sweetly said good-night. -.? <tm ? tm<- ? What irt the difference between a hol low tube and a silly dulchmnn? One is a hollow cylinder and the other is a silly Hollander. . ?.? A patriotic citizen boasts that "no peo ple on earth can excel the Americans in tho manly art of sitting on a bench and watching eighteen men play banc ball." Judge David Davis and Go v. Parker, nominees of the Labor Reformers for President and Viee President, have with drawn in favor of Grecley and Brown.