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2 MSR ANNUM, } "On we move indissoi/ubly firm; God awd natiW bid the same. Jx IN ADVANCE Vol. in, .-??in OBA1VGEBURG, SOUTH CAROLTHA, THURSDAY, MAY 14, 1874 - ' ? --- ? -?--_Ji_'M-_ 'VttS ORANGEBUKG TIMES Is published every THURSDAY, ji'RA KGESURG, C. IL, SOUTH CAROLINA by ?RANGEBURG TIMES COMPANY. i TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION: On* Copy for one year, - - $2.00 " " " Siz Month*, - . - 1.00 RATES OF ADVERTISING* BPACK. 1 In-|l2 in sertion Bertion 24 In- 48 In sertion sort ion 1 square, - - t squares, - - I squarca, - - 4 square*, - - Jcolumn, - - column, - - I column, - - 1 50 3 00 4 00 5 00 5 5<) 8 50 fi 00 11 00 15 00 18 00 20 50 33 00 10 00 18 00 25 00 30 00 33 00 50 00 12 00 27 00 37 00 45 00 57 00 75 00 I 13 00| 55 00| 83 0Q|125 00 ADVERTISEMENTS will be inserted at ?ha rate of one dollar and a half per square for the first insertion, and one dollar per square for each subsequent insertion. Liberal terms ny*de with those who desire eo advertise for three, six ??r iwelve months. KC:\_ Marriage notices and Obituaries not exceeding one Square, inserted free. GLOVER &? (ILOVl.K, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Ofiiec opposite Couit House Square. Tiios. \V. Gi.over, Mortimer Glover, juliuh Gl.oveu. Ftb. 19 tf W. ?3. "DeTreville, A T T O R N K Y A T L A \V. Oflice at Court House Square, Ornmebtir.;, S. (.'. hi eh 13. lyr JZLA 11 DIBBLE, ATTORNKYS AT LA \V, RUSSELL STREET, Ornngchurg, S. C. J\?. F. Izi.jtn. S. Dinni.K. iiirli 6-lyr Kirk Robinson dealer IS lbok?, Muiicand Stiitionery, nnd Fancy Articles, Oll UJtCJl fiTEEET, ORANGEBURG, 0. IL, S. C. nich 6 J. H. Matliews ORANGEBURG, So. Ca. Shop in rear of Bcttison's Building. Apr. 2 tf "resh and genuin 1? 'ARDEN SEEDS and ONION SETS, Jusl ^received from D. Landrcth ?fc Son, and for nuie by E. EZEKIEL, Sign of the Big watch NOTICE. Members of the different Granges will he sup plied at Orange prices. Mar. 13, 1873 tf MOSES M. MOWN, BARBER. MARKET STREET, ?RANGEIJ?R?, S. C, (next pook to Straus a Street's mux.) HAVING permanently located in the town, would respectfully solicit the patronage of the citizens- Every eflbrt will he used to give satisfaction. June 18, 1873 18 ly COTTON GINST" THE UNDERSIGNED IS AGENT FOR the celebrated Prize-Medal Taylor (Jin, of which he has sold 25 in this county. Also, the NeblettA Goodrich Gin, highly recommended by Col. D. W. Aiken and others. On hand. Ono 50 Saw, and One 45 Saw TAYLOR GIN. A;One 42 Saw, NEB LETT A GOODRICH GIN. RUBBER If EITTING arniihcd at Agent's prices. J. A. HAMILTON. July 10, 1873 21 tf JJR. E. J. OL1VEROS DRUG GIST, Again desires to return his Grateful Thanks to the public for the magnanimous and liberal Support given him. By assiduous efforts and faithful performances of the Responsible duties devolving upon him as dispenser of Medicines, he hopes over to maintain thicr confidence and patronage. n!2-tf A CAP.D. DR. J. G. WANNAMAKER & GO., Respectfully call the public's attention to their FIRST CLASS DRUG STORE, oh Russell Street, next door to McMuster's Rrick Building, where can be found a well se lected stock of McdicineH, Paints, Oils,Soaps and Fancy Toilet Articles. A kind and gener ous patronage is earnestly solicited. Du. J. G. WANNI MAKER & GO. MARKET STREET STORE, OEFERS AT LOWEST MARKET RATES Sardines, Salmon, Lobittcr?, Ur?mn, Gelatine, Flavoring Extracts/ Raisins. Citron, Currents, Crockery, Lamps and Fixtures, &v, tOc., &., All of which arc to be SOLD LOW for Cash, or ih exchange for Produce. Dried Salt Sides || Smoked Sides, and Shoulder, Tobacco, Sugnr,Cofico, Molasses, Family Floor, Kerosene Oil, Lye, Train, Lard and Machine Oil, Nails, Hatchets Tracechains, Crockery &c, &c. JOHN A. HAMILTON. May 20, 1873 15 OR?NGEly?RG ACADEMY AT THE NEW FAIR BUILDING. TERMS PER MONTH. Primary Department..$1.50 Intermediate.$2.00 English.*..;$3.00 English with classics.S 1.00 A LS? A NIGJIT SCHOOLj over Store of Capt. Hamilton. Same terms. Honrs from S to 10 \>. m. JAMES S. HEY WARD, Principal. Jan 8 1S71 tf LIBERAL TERMS! We are offering our (Siianos for this season on the fallowing liberal term.- : wi.CEXix Gl'ANO. Per Ton of 2,0110 lb* ?57,50. WlLCOx/oiBBS & CO.'S MANIPULATED GUANO per T.-n of 2,000 lbs, $70.00. (61.00 per ton drayage to be added.) On credit until 1st November, 187-1, with Option of* paying in Middling Cotton, deliver etl at buyers' nearest depot at 15c per 11?. A discount ol SlU.C'O per ton will be allowed fur Cash. Our Agents throughout tue State sell at same prices and on same terms as ourselves. Hand in your orders to nearest agents,at once. Wl LCOX, GIKBS & CO. CHARLESTON, S. C. Feb. 5 The recent test of Fire-Proof Safes by the English Government proved the sunerioritv of Alum Filling. No other Safes filled with ? Alum and Plaster-of-Pnris. MARVIN <& CO.; 265 Broadway, N. Y., 721 Chestnut 8t.f Phila? 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The Long Star Honte has admirably answer ed the query: '"How to to go to Texas?" by the publication of an interesting and truthful docu ment, containing a valuable and correct map, widen can be obtained, free of charge, by ad dressing the General Ticket Agent, Internation al and Great Northern Railroad, Houston, Texas' District E.J Feb. 12 1871 ly BEN BOLT AND SWEET ALICE. BY AMANDA MINNIE DOUGLASS. Oh, don't you vcrcember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, Sweet Alice, whose hair was ho brown? "Who blushed with delignt when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown? In the old church-yard in the valley, wen Boii, In a corner secluded and lone, They have lilted a slab of granite, so gray, And sweet Alice liesunder the stone.-English. Don't you remember? Are those thrco mngic words?a key herewith wo may unlock the flood-gates of her heart, and send the sweet waters of the past over the plains and down the hills of the fair land known in our heart's experience ns by goue ? Even so. There rises before us visions of a time when the bright, deep eyes of tue young spring gazed shily at us from beneath the ermined mnntlc of winter?when the blue violets stole their first tints from the blue sky above; when the cowslips of May, and the golden hearted buttcr-cups first jeweled the slen der blades of grass; and the hawthorn grew white with its blossoms; when we roamed the woods the. whole of that long, warm, June holiday, weaving garlands and listening to the concert of birds in dint dark, mislletoc-wreafhed oaken for est. There was one in years agonc that prayed?"Lord keep my memory green," and the clinging tendrils of our hearts arc yearningy to this prayer. But green and fresh as the poet's prayer, had the heart of Ben Bolt been kept?from Iiis early boyhood to the hour he sat by his old friend, and.listened to the song of by-gone days. Not "through a glass, darkly," did ho review those scene of the past, but it was the going back of the boy-heart to other hearts of childhood. There was a little red school house with its dusty windows, and desks that had been knteked many a time, trying pen knives/; "its tall stern looking teacher/ whoso heavy voice caused the younger ones to tremble; its rows of boys and girls with their heads bent attentively down ward to their books and slates. The winter wind sang and whistled without, and though some few childish hearts tried to find words for its mournful notes they were too young and happy to know that it carried desolation and heart-ace in its wail; yet did they learn it in after day si Thvn there came a few light, round snow-balls, so tiny that it must have been the sport of the storm spirits in the phl rich revels,?changing by and by to feather flukes, that daticod about ever ;o gaily. How the children's eyes grew bright as they looked at one unothcr,and thought of the nicry rides down hill, and the snow-balling that would make the play ?round ring again. The last lessons were said, books put aside, and in place of the silence reigned gay, glad voices. Kate Ashley threw back her jetty ring lets, and laughed through, her sparkling eyes, as she gave Jamie Mai via that bit of a curl he had teased for so long, be- j cause she knew that Jamie had the p/et ticstslcd in the whole school. Ah, a bit of a coquette was that same gleeful, romping Kate; and there was Sophie Dale, looking as demure ns a kitten walk ing from a pan of new milk, and pay fill as a kitten t- o, was she, in spite of her (piict looks; and the stately Elizabeth? Queen Bess thoy call her, and I question if England's Queen had haulier car riage ; but apart from those who were eagerly look for friends to lake them home?stood Alice May?sweet Alice.? Very beautiful and lovable was she, with her winsome, childish face, blue eyes,nnd soft, brown curls.?She was delicate and fragile, you might almost fancy her a little snow child, or a lost fairy babe. Nearly all the children had departed, amid the joyful shouts and jingling bells, but yet the sweet little child alone, until a rich boyish voice, startled her by say "No one goes your way, Alice, do they?" j "No, I guess, not, Ben," she replied, in her fine, snow-bird like tones. ' Well, the snow is too deep for you to walle, so I guess I will carry you home." "Oh, no, I'm too heavy to be carried so far," and she laughed so low and sweetly. "Heavy! no, you're just like thistle down, or a snow flake, Ally; T could car ry you to England and back again, with out, being at all fatigued ;" jtnd ho tossed the little girl it) his arms, ' ing: pStO, no, the boys will laugh at you, Ben," and she struggled. "What do I care ? they may laugh at Ben Bolt as much as they like," and the bravo boy drew himself up proudly, and puahpd the chesnut curls from his bread, iUir^RSrehcad ; "but I do not mean to frighten you, Alice," he continued, as he eawXiow how the little girl trembled. *v she put oh her bonnet and cloak, aim? look her in his arms as if she had beeren bird, while the little tiny thing nestled down on his shoulder, its he went stilnrbling through the snow, eaysing gay plcnvnnt things, that made the shy little girra&ugh, and when, at length, ho open ethdar mother's cottage door, he stood on tK '?v,7oor, saying, "There! Mrs. May, I l)i lit Alice h'Mne, lest she should got huri' d in a snow bunk; she's such a weeny littTrehing;" and before Mrs. May could tlmiy; him, he was ought of sight. BjvtJ-tho winter began to wane, and nowf hen a soft, mild day, would co.ne thnapgsened the pyramid and snow house matlx-ially. "Such a pity," they said, and wifh^-d. winter would lust always; but, thci'vrAVns one little wren-like voice that pntjyd for violets and blue birds. iipyramid tumbled down, the snow hott^ grew thinner and thinner, and the b()yiijpestcd about it! being iu a dcr.line, till Olio da}' it disappeared?faded away like li.'hlnny of their childish hopes. Tin glad spring came with its larks and Tuiscs, and one delightful day the chihAon went a Maying. Kate Ashley was &,uccn, and a brilliant Queen she was tyo, but Ben Bolt gathered white violcfc, and braided them in the soft curlrfYof Alice, and told her she was sweeter and dearer thun a thousand May Q,uceif. like Kate. Child as she was, his wor made the sunshine brighter, and Icnti'ftf'hantinRUt to the atmosphere of "Ahe long June day came, encircling tho Igrecn earth with a coronal of roses, and Wiking it redolent with perfume; rml in the warm noontide hour the chil dren strolled to the foot of the hill, and cluslering together?told over their chil dish hopes of the future. Some lured by ambition; some dreamed of quiet country repose, sonic of gay city life ; but there was one whoso eye kindled and young face Hushed with enthusiasm,as be spoke of the sparkling blue waters, and the brave ships that breasted them so cal lantly. h Bon Bolt was going to sea. Captain Shirley, as generous, whole-soul being as over trod the deck, was to take him under his protection the next live years. There were exclamations of surprise and sorrow from the children ; haunts were visited and revisited ; they sat down in the shade of the old sycamore, and listened to the musical muriner of tho brook, and the dreamy hum of "Applcton's mill; ex changed keepsakes, ami promised to ic mcmbcr the merry, brave hearted boy, whoso homo would be the wide, blue ocean. Alice May seldom joined them.?She was so delicate and timid,and the thought of Ben's departure iilled her eyes with tears, so she would steal away alone, fearful of the ridicule of her hardier companions. But one night Ben canto to Mrs. May's cottage, to bid them good-bye. Alice stood r.y the windows watching the stars, wondering what made them so dim? never thinking of the tears that dimmed her eyes, as Ben told over his hopes so joyfully. She could not part with him there, so she walked through the little door-yard, and stood beside the gate, looking like a golden-crowned angel iu the yellow moonlight; and when he told ever again how large she, would be on 'his return, that he would not dare to call her his little Alice than, as he looked back linger lingly, she laid a soft brown curl in his hand, saying: "I have kept it for you this long, long lime, Ben; over since you brought mo home through tho snow, do you remem ber?" He did remember, und with one pas sionate burst of grief, be pressed her little girl to bis bosom, and the bravo hearted boy sobbed the farewell he could find no words for. But live ynnrs arc not always a life time. True, it was such to the quiet, thoughtful Charlie Allen, whose large, dark eyes had stolen brilliancy from his books; nnd the laughing, Belle Archer? both were laid to deep in the old church yard, when tho night stars shone on their graves.?Others went out to seek a fortune in the gay world, and, and some grew iuto minaturo men and women by their own sweet firesides; but Alice May seem ed still a child. Yet she was taller, and her slight form more gracefully develop ed; but there was the same angel looking through her eyes as had watched there in the olden days. She stayed at home now, to assist her mother in sewing, their chief support; but she was the same shy, sweet Alice that Ben Bolt had carried through the snow. Ben Bolt came back. How strange that five years should have passed ho quickly and stranger still that this tall, handsome sailor, whose voice was so full and rich, should be Ben Bolt. Kate Ashley was not thin hing of the sweot Sabbath rest, as the chime of the church bell floated throug the village; there she stood before her mirror, arranging her shining curls, and fastening her dainty bonnet, with its white ribboucs dropping; blue-be-ls, thinking if she could not fas cinate Ben with her sparkling eyes, it would be delight fd to have bis chief at tention during his stay. He thoughc she did look very graceful as he sat before service,?looking on olden faces? but there was a fairer one than her's he fancied, as ho saw tho sweet face of Alice May, with the half-closed eyes, and long, golden-edged lashes, shadowing the pale check. Pie carried in' Iiis bosom a curl like the one nestling so softly by her temple, and it a talis man, kecpiug him from the enchant ment of other eyes. When the. service was closed, Ben Bolt was thronged about by old familiar faces ?? they hud so much to say, so many things?o speak of, much joy to ^ex press at his safo return, that it well nigh bewildered him It was very pleasaut to be so warmly welcomed by old friends, delightful to chat of by-gones; and it was indeed a .Sabbath of joy to Ben Bolt. Sweet Alice! Ah, how long and weary the time had been to her.?Sometimes her heart died within her as she thought of the broad ocean; but when she looked so shyly at Boa that morn, and saw how handsome he had grown a heart sickness came over her, and the sunshine fell but dimly on the grass at her feet. She knew she had hidden away to the depths i ?f her pure heart, a wild, earthly love, I and she strove to put it from her, for Would lie think of her now? So it was no wonder she should slip her slender hand in her mother's and steal quietly from the joyous throng. It was Sabalh eve?one of those bal my, moonlight evenings of the young summer; Mrs. May had gone to visit a sick neighbor, and Alice sat by the win dow with the Bible open, and her slen der white lingers noin'.ing to the woids, falling musically from he lips.? "And there shall be no night there; and they shall need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God givcth them light, and they shall reign for ever and ever." She looked tremblingly upward in the moonlight, for close beside her knelt the manly form of Ben Bolt. There was told a sweet story of love and hope, not the less sweet for being the language of every human heart, and the tiny bauds of sweet Alice were folded in his as she 3aid, very low and sweetly: "If I live, Ben, when live years more have passeu and you return a second time?" She did not finish it?it was ucver finished. So they plighted their troth that claim holy Sabath evening, and the buoyant heart of Ben, in its gushing sunniness, pictured radiant hopes for the future, lie was young and so full of vitality? every pulse of his heart was beating glad ly, and the coming live years were more precious to him than all the past. "If we both live, Ben, God will have us in his holy keeping," she said in an swer to his parting words; but as he pas sed her convulsively to his beating heart he replied: "God will be merciful to us who love so dearly, Alice darling." Sho knew it, but she knew also that God did not always answer tho prayer falling from tho hopeful lips. Sweet Alice! and down tne future sho looked tremblingly, and saw tho fragile from and spirtiunl face, with lilies brasded in the soft, brown hair, her eyes grcv din> with tears, for she knew not if it was rt bridal or a burnt), for close fresidef the altar was the grave-yard. P They were not wanting who wondered at Ben Boll's choice, and thought it strange ho should take Alice, May in preference to the fairest and wealthiest. Some there were who held ther heads' loftily when they passed hef, b?V: her/"> heart was away on the bine' waters, lau'df she heeded it not. j, , How she watched the days in. .t^icir* passing, she noted how the summer \mnetlR ?how the fields of waving grain grcW golden in the sunlight?sho heard'' ther glad voices of the reapers; and when 'tho' leaves were falling, the merry children1 went nut gathcti.ig in the woods; theii the noiseless snow fell and lay.'qn the hillside as in the olden days; t.un^L^the ? genial spring-tide sun melted it away,, and the violets and hair-bells dot!iea ther fields?so passed a year. She was growing fairer and more beau tiful?tc.o brilliant for anything earthly. Once she knelt at the alter in the: little church, and listened to the words uniting her with the Savior's redeemed on earth, but it was only an outward form, for her heart had long been in the keeping of angels. Again sho watched the- Wading of tho summer days, and when the soft winds swept over the silvery. rye> fluids, she thought of the sea afar, with its broads waves. All through the winter days sho grew more spiritaual in her Jbcnutv, and the slander white hands wcreHoftcn fol ou her breast, as she pryed lor those who would soon be left desolate; for sho'knew she was dying. , . ,i la did not startle her, shq haxi.a^e^t long ago that the fair green earth would hold her pulseless henat, ere it had left the cloister of girlhood. Eifo wn* sweet and beautiful, yet in her sinlessness, death had no agony, save her sorrow for those left in loneliness. It was only a little way to the land of rest, and her feet had never grown weary; yet she longed to look once more upon the flowers, and have them braided in her hair, anc\ -so she lingered on till the voice of spring was hoard on the hill-tops. One morning when viewless h&uds were gathering back the misty curtain of the night, and the stars grew dim in tho glory of early iaorn, sweet Alice, stood on the threshold of Paradise, and the golden gates were opened totlvo fair, meek girl. There trembled on licr lips ! a prayer and a blessing for Ben Bolt, I and her mother, giving radiance to tho fair, deait face; ami they braided spring flowers iti her wavy, brown hair. The church-hell chimed softly to tho few years earth had claimed tlie stainless soul of Alice May, as they brought tho coflin in the little, old church- How beautiful she looked in her white burial robe; too fair and sweet for death: too ' . . . i. f holv. had there not been a resurrection beyond. Close beside her, stood ( the friends of her girlhood gnziug on that young face, as if they would fain call her back to life, and its sweet love. So they laid swe<:t Alice to sleep in the old church yard, and those who had looked coldly, on her, took to their sorrowing hearts a sweet memory of tho early dead. There was agony too deep lor utteranpo when tho strong, ardent-hearted man, whose guiding star had been the.love--of that sweet girl came tiack to find the^cot tage horn*- desolate, and Alice slcop^ug beneath a gray stone in tho church'-y^rjd. But God and Time are merciful, as years passed away, bo came to think of her us garlanded as tho golden ?ru^t age of Eilen land. This was the memory that his friend sang of, as they sat in the summer twi light years afterwards, and talked of tho faces that had glimmered and faded in their early pathway, how, of all the glad hearts of childhood had clustered together only they two wero left. Somo slept in the tremulous ocean; some, in the junglo depths; others in the forest shade, aud beneath tho waving prairie grass. Somo there were, who slept peacefully in... lipo green old church-yard, and among these the fairest and best was "swoct Alice-," Ah, he could never have forgotton that. Year3 afterward, they laid Ben Bujl to sleep by the side of "sweet Alice."