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..as AJ 2 FER ANNUM, J . ' ? ?? "On we move indissoiaibly firm; God and nature bid the same." z Vol. nr. ORANGEBURG? SOUTH CAROLI J> IN ADVANCE ?": .? Vi'f s THURSDAY, MAY 14, 1874. NO 14: VttS 4 ?RANGEBURG TIMES Is published every THURSDAY, AT ORANGEBURG, C.H., SOUTH CAROLINA BY ?RAItfGEBURG TIMES COMPANY. ' TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION: On* Copy for one year, - - $2.00 11 ?? " Six Months, - . - 1.00 RATES OF ADVERTISING.* SPACE. 1 square, S squares, t square*, 4 square*, I column, 5 column, I column, 1 In-|l2 In sertionjsertion (Too 11 00 15 00 18 00 20 50 24 In- 48 In sertion sei t ion 1 50 3 00 4 00 5 00 5 50 8 501 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 4h? rate of one dollar and a half nor square for th? first insertion, and one dollar per square ifor each subsequent insertion. Liberal terms liy??te with those who desire 4o advertise for three, six jr iwelve months. 17C?- Marriage notices and Obituaries not #xc?rdiiig one Square, inserted free. i GLOVER & 'Ol^OVIiiH, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Office opposite Couit House Square. Oi'iXiiyc'bTtr.ix, S- C \ TlIOS. Wf. Gl.OyKK, mortimer Gl.over, fc Julius Gi.over. Feb. 19 tf f W. .J. ?eTreville, A T T O It N E Y A T L A W. Oflice at Court House Square, Ornt:crljur'<, S. ('. tmrh 13. lyr J.ZLA \< Si DI B BT^IS, ATTOKNMVS AT LAW, RUSSELL STKEET, Orangehurg, S. C. 3\?. E. Izt.Ait. S. Dmiuj.k. inch 6-lyr Kirk Robinson okai.cr in Rjoks, Mut^cand .Stationery, and Fancy Articles, CHURCH STREET, ORANGEBURG, C. IL, S. C. nicli 6 J. IL Matliews BAEBER, ORANGEBURG, So. Ca. Shop in rear of Bctthon's Building. Apr. 2 tf Ii KS IT AND GENUIN 1? (ARDEN SEEDS and ONION SETS, Just Hreeeirfd from D. Landrctli & Son, and for sale by E. EZEKIEL, Sign of the Big watch NOTICE. Members of the different fSranges will he sup plied at Grange prices. Mar. 13, 1873 tf MOSES M. BROWN, BARBER. MARKET STREET, 0UANUK11UKG, S. C, (next door to Straus a Street's mill.) HAVING permanently loeated in the town, would respectfully solicit the patronage of the citizens* Every eflbrt will bo used to give satisfaction. June 18, 1873 18 ly COTTON GINS. " THE UNDERSIGNED IS AGENT FOR the celebrated Prize-Medal Taylor Gin, of which he has sold 25 in this county. Also, the Neblett & Goodrich Gin, highly recommended by Col. D. W. Aiken and others. On hand. One 50 Saw, and One 45 Saw TAYLOR GIN. AjOne 42 Saw, NEBLETT A GOODRICH GIN. RUBBER BELTING nrnished at Agent's prices, J. A. HAMILTON. July 10, 1873 21 tf JJR. E. J. OL1VEROS DRUG Q 1ST, Agnin desires to return Iub Grntcful 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 ever to maintain thier confidence and patronage. nl2-tf A CARD. DR. J. G. WAJXTNAMAKER & GO., Respectfully call the public's uttenlion to their FIRST CLASS DRUG STORE, on Russell Street, next door to McMaster's Brick Building, where can be found a well se lected stock of Medicines, Paints, Oils,Soaps and Fancy Toilet Articles. A kind and gener ous patronage is earnestly solicited. Dn. J. G. WANNIMAKER &GO. MARKET STREET STORE, OFFERS AT LOWEST MARKET RATES Dried Salt Shies |j Sardines, Salmon, Smoked Sides, j Lobster?, Uroma, and Shoulder, I Gelatine, Flavoring Tobacco, Sugnr,Coflee, Extracts, Raisins. Molasses, Family Elour, Kerosene Oil, Lye, Train, Lard and Machine Oil, Nails, Hatchets Tracerhains, Crockery &c, &c. JOHN A. HAMILTON. May 29, 1873 15 tf Citron, Currents, Crockery, Lamps and Fixtures, oce, it'Cj &., All of which arc to be SOLI) LOW for Cash, sir ih exchange for Produce. OR AN u ER UR G A CA i) EM Y AT THE NEW FAIRBUILDING. TERMS PER MO NTH. Primary Department.$1.50 Intermediate.$2.00 English."...SILOO English with classics.$1.00 A LSO A NIGHT SCHOOL, over Store of Cnpt. Hamilton. Same terms. Hours from Sto 10 p] in. J A MES S. H EY WA 111), Principal. ?Tan? is: I tf LIBERAL TEH MS! We arc offering our< luanos for this season f?n the following liberal terms: PilCEXjX GilANO, Per Ton of 2,000 Ibs$r>7,ri0. \V 11.< ON A! I BBS & i'(>.'S M ANIPUL A T Ii 1) GlIANO per Ton of 2,000 lbs, ?70.00. ($1.00 per ton drayago to he added.) On credit until 1st November, 1874, with Option of paying in Middling Coden, deliver etl ul buyers' nearest depot at 15c per lb. A discount of $10.00 per ton will be allowed for Cash. Our Agents throughout lue State sell at same prices and on same terms as ourselves. Hand in your orders to nearest agents, at once. W1X.COX, G IBBS & CO. CHARLESTON, S. C. Feb. .r> :iiu Pill Wm Tho recent test of FircProof Safes by the English Government proved the superiority of Alum Filling. NO other Safes filled with ? Alum and PI asior-of-Paris. MARITIM <& CfO?? 265 Broadway, N. Y.y 721 Chestnut St., Phila. GO TO T E X A S VIA 'J UK LONE STAR ROUTE! (lNTKItNATIONAL and GuKATNoIITUKRN U.K.) Passengers going to Texas via Memphis and Little Hock, or via Shrevcport, strike ibis line at Longvicw, the Best Konto to Palestine. II ear no, Waco, Austin, Huntsvillc, Houston, Galvcston and all points in Western, Central, Eastern anil and Southern Texas. Passengers via New Orleans will bid it tho Best Route to Tyler, Mincoln, Dallas, Overtoil, Crockett, Longview and all points in Eastern and Northeastern Texas. This line is well built, thoroughly equipped with every modern improvement, including New and Klogant Day Coaches, Pullman Pal ace Sleeping Cars, Wcstinghousc Air Brak? Miller's Patent Safly Platforms and Couplers; and nowhere else can the prssengerso complete ly depend on a speedy safe ami comfortable journey. The Long Star Route 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, which can be obtained, free of charge, by ml dressing tho General Ticket Agent, Internation al and Great Northern Railroad, Houston, Texan' District E.j Feb. 12 1871 ly BEN BOLT ?ND SWEET ALICE. BY AMANDA MINNIE DOUOLAS3. Oh, don't you l-cni ember Hwcct Alice, Ben Bolt, Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown? AVho blushed with dclig/it when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown? In the old church-yard in the valley, Ucn Bolt, In a corner secluded and lone, They have lilted a slab of granite, so gray, And sweet Alice licsunder thestone.-lixowaii. Don't you remember? Are those thrco magic words?a key herewith wc 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 as by gone? Even so. There rises before us visions of a time when the bright, deep eyes of tnc young spring gazed shily at us from beneath the ermined mantle of winter?when the blue violets stole their first tints from the blue sky above; wheu the cowslips of May, and the golden hearted butter-cups first jeweled the slcn 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 ?.hat dark, mistletoe-wreathed oaken for est. There was one in years ngonc that prayed?"Lord keep my memory green," and the clinging tendrils of our hearts arc ycarningy to this prayer. Hut green and fresh as the poet's prayer, had the heart of lien Holt been kept?from his early boyhood to the hour he sat by bis 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, und desks that had been.knicked many a time, trying pen kmv'eJs"; Yfs tall stern looking teacher,*' whose heavy voice caused the younger ones to tremble; its rows of boys and girls with their beads 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 y*oung and happy to know that it carried desolation and heart-ace in its wail; yet did they learn it in after days.-. Thvn there came a few light, round snow-balls, so tiny that it. must have been the sport of the storm spirits in the eld rich revels,?changing by and by to feather (lakes, that danced about ever ?o gaily. How the children's eyes grew bright as they looked at one auothcr,and thought of the tnery rides down hill, and the snow-balling that would make the play ground 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, und laughed through her sparkling eyes, as she gave Jamie Mat via that bit of a curl ho had teased for so long, be cause she knew that Jamie had the p/et tiest sled in the whole school. Ah, a bit of a coquette was that same gleeful, romping Kate; and there was Sophie Dale, looking as demure as a kitten walk ing from a pan of new milk, and payful as a kitten t- o, was she, in spite of her quiet 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 take them home?stood Alice May?sweet Alice? Very beautiful sind lovable was she, with her winsome, childish lace, blue eyes,and soft, brown curls.?She was delicate and fragiic, you might almost fancy her a little snow child, or a lost fairy babe. Nearly all the. children bad departed, amid the joyful shouts and jingling bells, but yet tho sweet little child alone, until a rich boyish voioc, startled her by say ing: "No one goes your way, Alice, do they?" ?'No, I guess, not, Ben," she replied, in her fine snow-bird like tones. '?Well, the snow is too deep for you to walk, so I guess I will ent ry 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; I could car ry you to England and back again, with out being at all fatigued ;" a?d ho tossed the little girl in his arms, ' "Ko, 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 brayo boy drew himself up proudly, and puslipd tho chesnut curls from his bread, fair^fdrehend ; "but I do not mean to frigiden you, Alice," he continued, as he sawojow how the little girl trembled. t'v she put oh her bonnet and cloak, nU'd^'took her in his arms as if she had beck a bird, while the little tiny thing nestled down on his shoulder, as he went sttni.bling through the snow, saysiuggay pleaVant things, that made the shy little gii'H&Ugh, and when, at length, he open ed-jjjir mother's cottage door, he stood on thoTToor, saying, "There! Mrs. May, I brow ;ht Alice home, lest she should get burjjrd in a snow bank; she's such a weeny litttything;" and before Mrs. May could tha?t-'. him, he was ought of sight, - ^WgPtho winter began to wane, and nowMlien a soft, mild day, would come thaSSjgscncd the pyramid and snow house materially. "Such a pity," they said, and wifhafc. winter would last always; but thcii; was one little wren-like voice that pruysil for violets and blue birds. TljO pyramid tumbled down, the snow houmgreu' thinner and thinner, and the boy^TTested about iti being in a der.line, till t itc day it disappeared?faded away like *?> many of their childish hopes. Tin glad spring came with its larks and *uses, and one delightful day the chihAeir went a Maying. Kate Ashley was'XPuccn, and a brilliant Queen she was (fob. but Ben Bolt gathered white violtire; and braided them in the soft eurlsVbf Alice, and told her she was sweetv'r and dearer than a thousand May Q.iui i';'. like Kate. Child as she was, his worfcmade the sunshine brighter, and loruiiftehuntmcnt to the atmosphere of riljie long Juno day came, encircling the irrccn earth with a coronal of roses, and making it redolent with perfume; r.nd i l the warm noontide hour the chil dren strolled to the foot of the hill, and clustering together?told over their chil dish hopes of the future, f-'onie lured by. ambition: some dreamed of quiet country repose, some of gay city life; but there was one whose eve kindled and voune fnoe (lushed with enthusiasm, as he spoke of the sparkling blue waters, and tho brave ships that breasted them so eal hintjy. h Ben Bolt was going to sea. Captain Shirley, as generous, wholc soul being as ever (rod the deck, was to take him under his protection the next five years. There wore exclamations of surprise and sorrow fron\. the children ; haunts were visited and revisited ; they sat down in the shade of the old sycamore, and listened to the musical muriner of the brook, and the dreamy hum of "Applcton's mill; ex changed keep.-nkes, and promised to ic mcmbcr the merry, bravo hearted hoy, whose home would he the wide, blue ocean. Alice May seldom joined them.?She was so delicate and timid,nud the thought of Ben's departure (illed her eyes wirb teal's, so she would steal away alone, fearful of the ridicule of her hardier companions. But one night Ben came to Mrs. May's cottage, to bid them good-bye. Alice stood oy 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 ?tood beside the gate, looking like n 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 daro to call her his little Alice than, as he looked back linger Hngly, she laid a soft brown curl in his hand, saying: "I have kept it for you this long, long time, Ben; ever since you brought me home through the snuw, do you remem ber?" He did remember, and with one. pas sionate burst of grief, he pressed her little girl to his bosom, and the brave 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 tho quiet, thoughtful Charlie Allen, whoso large, dark eyes had stolen brilliancy from his j books; and tho laughing, Belle Archer? both were laid to deep iu the old church yai'd, when the night stars shone on their graves.?Others wentout to seek a fortune in the gay world, and, and some grew I into miniature men and women by their . own sweet firesides; but Alice May seein | ed still a child. Yet sho was taller, and her slight form more gracefully develop I cd; but there wn3 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 wns the same shy, j sweet Alice that Ben Bolt had carriod 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 thiuhing of the sweet 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 ribbones dropping; blue-be-ls, thinking if she could nut fas cinate Ben with her sparkling eyes, it would be delightful to have his 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 he saw tho sweet face of Alice May, with the half-closed eyes, and long, golden-edged lashes, shadowing the pale cheek. He carried in' his bosom a curl like the one nestling so softly by her temple, and it a talis man, keeping him from- the enchant ment of other eyes. When the. service was closed, Ben Bolt was thronged about by old familiar faces *?they had so much to say, so many th.'ng^\p speak of, ecj much joy to ex press at his safe return, that it well nigh bewildered him It was very pleasant 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 Bon that morn, and saw how handsome he had grown a heart sickness came over her, and the sunshine fell but dimly on the gr.tss at her feet. She knew she had hidden away to the depths "*f her pure heart, a wild, earthly love, and she strove to put it from her, for would he 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 tu visit a sick neighbor, and Alice sat by the win dow with the Bible open, ami her slcu der white, fingers noin'.ing to the words, 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 giveth them light, and they shall reign for ever and ever." She looked tremblingly upward iu the moonlight, for close beside her knelt the manly form of Ben Bolt. There was told a sweet story of love and hupe, not the less sweet for being the language of every human heart, and the tiny hands of sweet Alice were folded in his ns she said, very low and sweetly: "If I live, Ben, when five years more have passed and you return a second time?" She did not finish it?it was never finished. So they plighted their troth that claim J holy Sabath evening, and tho buoyant heart of Ben, in its gushing sunniness, pictured radiant hopes for tho future. Ho was young and so full of vitality? every pulse of his heart was beating glad ly, and the coming five, years were more precious to him than nil the past. "If we both live, Ben, God will havo us in his holy keeping," she said in an swer to his parting words; but as he pas sed her convulsively to his heating heart he replied: "God will he merciful to us who love so dearly, Alice darling." Sho knew it, but she knew also that God did not always answer tho prayor falling from the hopeful lips. Sweet ?7-\ i Alice! and down tne future sho looked tremblingly, and saw tho fragile from and spirtiual face, with lilies brasded in the soft, brown hair, her eyes grev dim with tears, for she knew not if it was rt bridal or a burial, lor close beside" tho" altar was the gratfe-yard. They were not wuiitiug who Wojidered at Ben Boh's choice, ami thought it strange he should take Alice, May inf preference to tho fairest and wealthiest. Some there were who held ther heads loftily when they passed her, bdf : her" heart was away on the biucr waters, and she heeded it not. "j, , How she watched the ctaya in. .their" passing, she noted howthesuttmcrwuneoV ?how the fields of waving grain grew golden in the sunlight?sho heard'' the* glad voices of the reapers; and when 'tho* leaves were falling, the merry children went nut gathcti.ig in the Woods; theii the noiseless snow fell and lay . iqn the hillside as in the olden days; r unt41fftthe genial spring-tide sun melted it away,, and the violets and hair-bells dotted tho fields?so passed a year. She was growing fnirer and moro beau tiful?tco 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 ovea the silvery, rye .fields, she thought of the sea afar, with its broad waves. All through the winter days sho grew more spiritaual in her .beauty, and the slander white hands werelv*oftcn fol on her breast, as she pryed for those who would soon be left desolate; forsUe>>kflew she was dying. ,:.,-.? h.in la did not startle her, she hajd,(^t long ago that the fair green earth would hold her pulseless heaat, ere it had^eft . the cloister of girlhood. Life wa.? sweet and beautiful, yet in her sinlessness, death had no agony, save her sorrow for those left in loneliuess. It was only a little way to the land of rest, and her jfeet hai never grown weary; yet she longed to look once more upon the flowers, and have them braided in her hair, and so sho lingered on till the voico of spring was hoard on the hill-tops. One morning when viewless bauds, were gathering back the misty curtain of the night, and the stars grew dim in tho - glory of early morn, sweet Alice, stood on the threshold of Paradise, and the golden gates were opened to tho lair, meek girl. There trembled on her lips a prayer and a blessing for Ben Bolt, and her mother, giving radiance to tho fair, dead face; and they braided spring flowers in her wavy, brown hair. The church-hell chimed softly to tho few years earth had claimed the stainless soul of Alice May, as they brought tho coffin in the little, old church.. How beautiful she looked in her white burial robe; too fair and sweet for death: loo holy, had there not been a resurrection hevond. Close beside her, stood tho friends of her girlhood gnziug on that young face, as if they would fain caliber back to life, and it.s sweet love So they laid sweet Alice to sleep iu 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 for utteranpo when tho strong, ardent-hearted man, whose guiding star had been tho.lqyo.jof that sweet girl came back to find tlu^cot tagc horn* desolate, and Alice sleeping beneath a gray stone in the church-y^rd. But God and Time are merciful, ajul as years passed away, he came to fhjnk of her as garlanded as the golden ?rn^t? age of Eden land. This was the memory that his fVicrid sang of, a* they sat in tho summer twi light years afterwards, and talked of tho faces that had glimmered and faded in their early patnway, how, of all tho 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 shado,; and beneath 'die waving prairie grass. Somo there were who slept peacefully in . Urn green old church-yard, and among thc-o the fairest and best wns "sweet Alice," Ah, ho could never havo forgottnu ithotv Years afterward, they laid Ben Bujt to sleep by the side of "sweet Alice.'*