'? fr" =fe= PER ANNUM, } Vol. nr. "On we move indissoi/ubly firm; God ^nd nature bid the same ORA5GEBVRG? SOUTH CABOLIlA, THURSDAY, JU1VE 18, 1874 ?4 ?8 un i: j A J Vi OHA JUOHil.raO?AJI ;? f *'n vW?n?nTTTT?-? V,' ^*Nidr?#lANCE r.'iuiotr?? )b*ssfll THE ORANGEBURG TIMES -^-:o:? Is published every TH ?RSDAY, OKANGEBURU,.C. H., SOUTH CAROLINA ' /i l l I / ay g. w< wiiitei1ead, Editor and Proprietor. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION: Oni Copy for one year, - - . ?2.00 ". '? " Six Months, - . - 1.00 W. J. DeTreville, ATTORNEY AT LAW. Office at Court House Square, Orangeburg, S. C. mch 13. lyr IZLAE in Arrive at Summcrvillc nt - 4:o0 p ni cam den bra nci i. Leave Cninden - - 6:50 a m Arrive at Culumbin - 11:50 am Leave Columbia - - 1;50 p m Arrive at Cnmdcn - 3:115 p in Day und Night Trains connect nt Au gusta withMucon and Augusta Railroad and Georgia Railroads. This is the quickest and most direct route, and as comfortable and cheap as any other route to Louisville; Cincinnati, Chicago, St. Louis and all other point.* Wast and Northwest. Columbia Night Tiuiin.s connect with Greenville auii (Jol?^?.bin R^Urpad, and 1 w :;;sKt 'irAins conncct-V.-.ti. Oniii lotto RoaxL Through Tickets oh sale, via this-route to nil points Ninth. Cutndcn Train connects lit Iviiijjville .laily (except Sundays ) with Day Passen ger Train, and runs through to Columbia A. L. TYLE1*, Vice-PreJjideiit. S. 13. I'ic'xcus General Ticket Agent. Sop '21 MARKET STREET STORE, DEFERS AT LOSVEST MARKET RATES Dried Salt Sides -\ Sardines, Salmon, Smoked .Sides, '-\ Lobsters, broina, anil Shoulder, !' Gelatine, Flavoring Tobacco,Sngar,CoHec, ; Extracts, Raisins. Molasses, || Citron, Currents, Family Fhnir, Kerosene Oil, Eye, Train, Lard and Machine i HI, Nails, Hatchets Tracechaius, (-rockery, Lamps and Fixtures, oce, '? In Itktt and aft'sr30ycars,exp?rlmBHt, pcrfocudJlF- l'Htler'H Vegetable KheumcUio By in ji 1 Pills, which I guarant?? an infallible ours Ihr PainsJn Head, l.'ing?. Rack, Heart, Limhi. Mervottt-Kid nov DIooBi *nd all Rheumatic. disra?e?. Swrrn In.tnMh April. 191ft F. A. OhBOUttN. Nolnry PublieJPhiln. W0 ClOTKtnca WOrO Cu::d 17 it, and will Baliif* any ona wrlt '?%lnK?9 R(fr.Tho? Murphy.!) 1) Frankf.iru Phtla Itev.C II. Kwinr, Aredia,I*a Itcv J.8 Buchanan, Clareure Iowa. Itov, U O Sinidh. 1'ilUtord. N. V. Rcr Jo.1. |;.-.-.m Kall? Church, Itiila., Acl AfllirlciUhould write Or Filler. I'hiia . toreijOa ftitory P?i>phletADtf guarantee, gratis $50 Howard for an in< turablo c.'./o. No cur* no charge, a rife!" A? these vaguo fragmfenta I theard, and [then sdme one said: ' : | ."And what is ho going to do .now?" VTfVhat can he do? I am sorry; yet ho should have calculated his income and his expenses better." "Or his wife should. Denee take these women?they are at, thejjjottom of all a man's troubles!" id they laughed! Oh* how;could: gl had yet to learn how easy it is in ?odd to bear other people's troubles so hurriedly up, with my ' heart |Sg iumultuously beneth the pink azijlhas, and went back to the lighted candors. Albany Moor was waiting to alatm my hand for tho next redowa. ^re you ill, Mrs. Glen?" How palo yoi:4ook!" ' f ?I am not very well. I wish you would have my carriage called, Mv. Mimic" Tornow I felt that homo was the^plnce for me. irried by some unaccountable im I sprang out tho moment the car wheels touched the curbstone, ami up to my busdaud'8 room. The locked, but I could see a light ing under the threshold. I knocked ly and persiftcntly. torald! Gerald! For Heaven's sake lc< mein!" - mething fell on the marble bcarth 0 within, making a metallic clink, y husband opened the door a little I had never seen him look so pale before or so rigid, yet so determined.' ^Vho are you?" he demanded wildly. "Why can't you leave me in peace?" *}t\*a I, Gerald?your Madeline?your owplittle wife." And I caught from his hand the pis to lie was striving to conceal in his breast ? its mate lav on the marble hearth under tho mantle?and flung it out of ^pSoraS^ wmiltl yort-rcn me. "I would have escaped!" he cried, still half del irons to all appearance. "Debt, disgrace?misery?h c r reproaches?I' would have escaped them all!" His head fell like that qfa weary child On my sholdcr. 1 drew him gently to n sofa, and soothed him with a thousand murmured words, a thousand mute cares ses; for had it not been my fault? And through all the long weeks of fear that followed I nursed him with unwavering care and devotion. * I had but one, thought?one desire?to**rcdccm myself in his estimation* to prove to>. him that I was something more and higher than tho mere butterfly of fnshiqn I hadNiith erto shown myself. AVcll^ thc March winds had howled themselves Jtfto their mountain fastnesses; the bright Apfil rain-drops were dried on the hough and and spray?and now the apple-blossoms were tossing their fragrant billows of pinky bloom in the doe]) blue air of latter May. Where were wo now? It was a! pipturesquo little cottage just out of the* cify, furnished very like a magnified baby house.Gerald sat in a cushioned easy clairon the piazza, just where he could glance through the open window at me working a hatch of biscuits, with my sheves rolled up above my elbows, and this "gold-thread" hair neatly confined in a |Ukon net. i"\Vhat an industrious fairy it is," ho sajd, smiling sadly. "Well, you see I like it! It's a great dm] btttcr than those sonotas on the p'nno 1" "Who would cverhavc thought you would make such a notable house keeper?" 1 laughed gleefully?I had a child's delight in being praised. 'lAre you not going to Miss Dclancy's cioiuct party?" he pursued. '^No?what do I caro for croquet par tics' I'm going to finish your shirts, and you'll rend aloud to me." ? Madeline, I want you to answer me one question." "What is it?" I had safely deposited my pan of bis cuits in the oven by this time, and was dusting the flour off my hands. "What havo you done with your dia monds?" , "I sold them long ago; they paid several heavy bills, besides settling half a year's rent here." y * "But M?'dcline, ynu'were so proud of yoiir diamond" " ! "I was once?now they would 'be the bitterest reproaches my eyes eould meet. O, Geraldi had I been less vainj ?rir J.frjufr rothcr said this iourjqyjCAp^jil^d^btfJ brothora tears were" facerWcrime^)^^lW^^iftal1ic sor row. ? i The flood wCofcidowh awqukK that Mr Skinper's J^^.^^r^y^ four the floor, and all tho Turnitdre, .pianos/ ana pictur^^ Potatoes add'piHnoV; pMc%i^??!#pork, .books' andibaeinwb^amehtfrtU?y^?xed, ? ? VjfloJ I ? .1-itUIJU ?tflhr SamSiiclr^L^rj^ Few things resemble each ?therin na ture more than an olii'^cunmn^ iawyer and a spider. Hie weaves his thread in a corner with ^o'ligh?^t?lsho'ita^jfc(B, thread of bis wet.-huft in a shadatUhifrofchore he waits in hi^.dark..90cotoj^i^|^iaiter A.huzzin' bupin' jthp'^g, ftr^king 0 nothin but his licautiful v?jjJj&L an(l wcll-iuade leg's, and ""'raAe? ?eWfflghted withal', com es Sdmbfirf^cffd'^vWiecls into the net/--"?'I, h?.'i;i't .>ftoodcno)?u? . "I begyouti pavdo4i^iedyfa|h?i*if, "I really didn't seo this nct-w/prfj^fgggurs? the weather is so foggJ*< jl9^15f'.\1^)^rcc'-s arc so con found cjd dark^I m ' afraid* Fvo "Not at all," sdid>tli4'a]?iaif, SiHwhV. "I gtiess it's all my faul A. Ioirebfion I had ought to h.aveh>ung a lamp out;, but stay?don't move; or you. mtiy jjhpj.jl anl ege Allow me to assist you^. \ Arn! then he ties up one leg; and has^fiim aslast as a Gibraltar. i ' :[- '^'f "Now," says tho . spider/?^?mjpogood friend (a phrase a feiler'uses when he's agoin" to be tricky), J you've hurt yourself a consirier?bfe* '/um. I must bleed you."tit^lMliw "Bleed mcl".says tho flyi /'iExduse mo 1 am much obliged to.you^h^t^^don't "O, yet*you do, my dear fne"nd7r^an3 ho gets ready for the operation/ ^ "*\ "Ifyoudaredo that," says 'the flyjfc "I'll knock you down; and. I aWt&'iuarJ^j that what I lay down;,I stand tm,."dj 0 "You had better get ,utytf %?tyuu?fay8 the spider, laughing; "you mustjmy^.tbe damage." And lie bleeds inm t gasps for breath and feels faidlfn^ cc on, * ; -mm; Ju.U "Let me go, good fellow/il >sayai;the poor fly. "and I'll pay you libcarlly," "Pay?" saystho spider, "you miserahlo wretch; you have nothing to pay with? take that;" and he gives him the last dig, and he is a gone coon--bled t? death. An Indian Story. Buch- stories as the ^following, "^he truth of which is vouched for by a' Ban ^ Francisco journal, tend, to restore 'our ?? faith in the native hero\sm, of'.poorfjIiO and incline to belief that, aftorpaH, ,.tho reviled Indian's cude of honor aud(. g^L , lautry is not nearly as black as has \l)eenr*? painted: Six weeks ago sev?n mah&Tn-*- < dians and a young Indian woman stajUd"***" to cross Clear Lake, uear the nortfern, % end, in a small boat, which was capsized i three miles from land. They.riglj^d^it, but as tho lake was rough they could'^tot j bail it out,' and whilo full of water it would not support more than one pers6n. The men put the girl in and held'tmUo the edges of the boat, supporting th?rn selves by swimming, till exacted, and chilled through by tho cold water, apd then dropped ofl'aml sank one by one. They showed no thought of disputing the young woman's exclusive right to tho boat. She was saved by their sdllsacVi lice. ClVILlilGllTS.?A conversation substan tially as follows Was overheard between a couple of darkeys yesterday: ^ "Say, Bill, when dis civil Tightirflflno passed fore Congress, do you know what Pse gwine to do?" "No, Sam; what ycr gtne to do?" 'T'se gwine to go down to de Puroell Uouso and take dinner?scttin at do same tablo wid dem white folks. And den 1*11 set out in fpont and smoke my scgar jes as big as any* of '001?'" ''p "G' way nigger. If you 'temps to* eat dinner at dc Purccll House I bets you eats supper in h-?L"?jyilminglon. Journal. *