Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page. It is also available as plain text as well as XML.

THE SUMTES WATCHMAN, Established April, 1S50. f?ftTisAl?iiatftd Ansr. 2. 1881.1 "Be Just and Fear not-Let all the Ends thou Aims't at. "be thy Country's, thy God's and Truth's." STJMTER. S. C, TUESDAY, JULY 7,1885. THE TRUE SOUTHIlON'T Established Jane, 1866, New Series?Toi. IV. Ko. 49. , - Published every Tuesday, ?BT TBS? Watchman and Southron Publishing - ' - 'Company, S?MTER, S. C. TERM? : Two Dollars per annum?in advance. ADTSRTISEMKN TS . One Square, first insertion....31 00 Every subsequent insertion.-. 50 Contracts for three months, or longer will be made at reduced rates. Ali communications which subserve private interests will be charged for as advertisements. Obituaries and tributes of respect will be charged for. Marriage notices and notices of deaths pub lished.free. For job work or contracts for advertising address Watchnian and Southron, or apply at the-Office,-fo N. G. OSTEEN, i - Business Manager. flgf TOBAEM POWDER SE " Brands advertised as absolutelj-pcro ?OIfTAUV AMMOJiTA. .THE TEST: Plae? * can top down o a x hot stove vaitil heated, then XMnantthe-eovera&d smeU. A chemist vrlii not be r*> qmrecrto detect the pre&cnce of ammonia. - A DOES 50T CONTAIN AMMONIA* IS aEALIHFULSFSS HAS NEVER BEES QCESTIOXZD. ' In a minion homes for a quarter of a century It has Stood the consumers' roiiable test, TIE TEST OF TBE OVEM. price basing powder co., kakebs or Br.Price's Spesal Ea??r?rEx{rac!s, <W?b mfm^imt t?Btfcw? ?ad ataraitU%crknowB,aa< Dr. Price's LnpeSa Yeas! Stms Tor Light, Healthy Bread. The Best Dry Hop Yeast in the World. FOR SALE BY CROGERS. CHICAGO. - r~r-? EXTRACTS MOST PERFECT MADE Purest and strongest Natural Fruit Flavors. Vanilla, Lemon, Orange, Almond, Rose, etc, flavor as delicately and naturally as the truit. PRICE BAKING POWDER CO., CHICAGO. ST. LOUIS? TrtADE MARX KLC.ti>T??EO. A NEW TREATMENT For Consumtion, Asthma, Bronchitis, Dyspepsia, Catarrh, Headache, Debili ty. Rlteumalism, Neuralgia, and all Chronic and Nervous Disorders. A CARD. We, the undersigned, having received great aod permanent benefit from the use of "COM POUND OXYGEN," prepared and adminis tered by Das. Starkky & Pales, of Philadel phia, and being satisfied that it is a new dis covery in medical science* and all that is claimed for it, consider it a duty which we owe to the many thousands who are suffering from chronic and so-called "incurable" dis eases to do all that we can to make its virtues known and to inspire the public with confi dence. We have personal knowledge of Drs. Star key A Pa?en. They are educated, intelligent, and conscientious physicians, who will not, we are sure, make any statement, which they do not know or believe to be true, nor pub lish any testimonials or reports of cases which are not genuine. WM. D. KELLT, Member of Congress from Philadelphia. T. S. ARTHUR, Editor and Publisher ''Arthur's Home Magazine," Philadelphia. V. L. CONRAD Editor of s "Lutheran Observer," Philadelphia. Philadelphia, Pa., Jwe 1, 1882. In order to meet a natural inquiry in re gard to our professional and personal stand ing, and to give increased* confidence in our statements and in the genuiness of our testi monials and reports of cases, we print the above card from gentlemen well and widely known and of the highest personal character. Our "Treatise on Compound Oxygen" con taining a history of the discovery of and mode of action of this remarkable curative agent, and a large record of surprising cures in Consumption, Catarrh, Neuralgia, Bronchi tis, Asthma, etc., and a wide range of Chron ic diseases, will be sent free. Address Drs. STARKE Y k PALEN. 1109 h 1111 Girard Street, Philadelpnia., Pa. V? H. Folwm, IV. W. FoL*om. ESTAB'D 186S. F. H. FOLSOSHI & BRO. Practical Watchmakers and Jewelers, Main-Street, opposite John ReioVs, S?MTEK, S. C ? w o ? Um o 89 Clocks, Silverware, Jewelry, Spectacles, Cutlery, Fishing Tackle, Violin. Strings, Machine Needles, Oils, &c. Repairing of Watches, Clocks aod Jewelry 1 orotnptiy 4ooe and satisfaction guaranteed, I The publication of this Story was buguu May 56. Back Numbers can be furnished. a family Male BY HUGH CONWAY, Author of ^Called Bach?' and "Dark Days." CHAPTER XIV. "hops springs eternal." ? After Beatrice had left the crawing-roorn ! Frank stood motionless for a couple cf mm I ates. Ho could not afc once realize his posi tion. In a dim indistinct way ho saw -what a nighty change his failure must mako in his ife, but he absolutely shrank from calling up i finished picture of what be fancied his fu Turo life must be, uncolored by the love which, ae had by now learned to look upon as indis pensable to making the picture a pleasing me. He could not understand it. He could not 3elieveit. Frank Carrathers, although per fectly able to value himself fairly, was no x>xcomb, ready to fancy every little act cf rindness or polite attention on the part cf a woman an evidence of a consuming passion ibr himself.. Although for weeks he had )een making veiled love to Beatrice, there ;vas no action of hers to which he could point izxd say: "That gave me hope and led me on." 3e had not felt her hand linger in his own. ETe had not seen a sudden blush dye her check is he drew near. Ho had not caught those sarnest gray eyes fixed upon him with a mean ng which lovers readily guess. It was per laps the- very absence of anything approach ng coquetry and encouraging which to Frank iad made the girl so well worth the winning. Nevertheless, there "was something?he ould not, dared not particularize?something a her manner, more especially during tho ast few days, which had, well, to say the east, been of great comfort to him. Ho ancied, it may have been but fancy, there vas a change in the way in which she spoke o him?perhaps in the wa;r in which she coked at hvm, Tes, there must have been cmething, for, although he did not put the bought into words, Carruthers knew that lad Beatrice been the same to him as in the ?rry days of their acquaintance, no love of nis, however dominant, could have forced Him to put the question he had just put with such a sorry, and, may be, unforeseen re- ' salt. TJhe man's half cynical exterior hid a proud and sensitive nature. Had hope been entirely absent he would not have bared his heart to the woman ha loved best in the world. Even in the first bitterness of defeat he did not blame her. That all was ended and over , he never doubted. His feelings were those of bewilderment. He could not understand it; could see no reason for this summary and without-appeal rejection of his love. "I must go and think it all over," he mut tered. "I can't think here, in this room where the perfume of her dress st?l lingers.rt He stooped and picked up a flower which must have fallen from her dress. He tock a glove which was lying on the piano. "What a leveler love is," he said grimly: "one laughs at the idiotic proceedings of others, and when one's own time comes does just the same. A glove! A flower! Conven- s ?onsl emblems, lacking even originality. What a fool I am!" Nevertheless he kept them both, and no doubt derived as much, comfort from them as the possession cf such thiegs is supposed to give. After this he took Lis hat, and, forgetting all about the dinner-party, went cut into the garden to think. ?1 spite of his assumed calm he must have l>een strongly moved, fcr he commenced Us operation of thinking by digging his heel imo the immaculate gravel path so viciously that tfce large roller was needed for half an jcour the next morning in )rcer to smooth matters down. Then, ashamed of this burst cf passion, he walked down to the bottom cf the garden, and re gardless of October dews end chilly air threw himself on a seat and strove to account for what had happened, and to determine its re sult so far as his own future was concerned. Bat t*"*rik as ho would, and we may pre sume his brain was a clever and able one, Mr. Carruthers could only get to three con clusions, unsatisfactory when taken singly, and,c? course, trebly so in the aggregate. Firstly, he was more in love with Beatrice than ever. Secondly, he could not under stand why she had refused him. Thirdly, having once asked a weman to be his wife, nothing would induce him to repeat the question. "Ne, I wont grovel," said Frank. "Host fellows seem to grovel when they are in love. Hang it, I won't! Ill be original in that respect if I have to cut my heart out." These remarks were of course applicable to conclusion number three?a conclusion at which love always laughs. Given a prouder man than Mr. Carruthers, and as hopelessly in love with a woman, that woman, if she wished, might have a fresh declaration cf un dying passion every week in the year. Oh, yes?all lovers can "grovel" if needs be. By and by a curious whim seized this par ticular lover. He would go down and f*?e Sylvanus Mordle. Not that he wished 'o un bosom his woes to the curat??that would be groveling with a vengeance ? but there seemed a certain grim propriety in seeking and sitting with the other man who was row ing in the same boat, or, to put it poetically, the man whose bark of joy had been wrecked upon tho same rock as his own. Besides, Mordle would be sure to talk about Miss Clauson?he always did. "What a fool I am!" said Frank more bitterly than ever. Nevertheless, he walked down to the curate's lodgings. Mr. Mordle lodged in one cf a row of new houses which a sanguine builder had erected on a plot of ground not far from the church. When these houses were first built the villag ers expressed their wonder as to who would inhabit them. They were red brick houses with freestone dressing?the kind of houses classified as "genteel" residences. As such, they were a cut above the villagers, and many cuts?quite a gash, in fact?below tho "families cf position." As half of tho houses are empty to this day the builder has ceased to wonder at the villagers' wonder. When Frank was shown into his room Mordle jumped up and greeted him cheerfully. "Hallo!" he jerked out. "You here' Why. what's no?" "I orJy came for a srnoko and a chat." "Thought you had every one?all the swells ?up at the house to-ni^ht." Frank started. "I quite forgot them," he said with lack of caution unusual to him. "Forgot them! How shocked Horaco wfll be?how grieved Herbert. No matter. Here 3*cu are." Whilst speaking rue curaxe ousded about. He opened a drawer, took out a box of cigars, j then shut the drawer with a bang. Ho < ipencd I a cupboard, took out a bottle cf whisky, then slammed the cupboard door. Ho slapped the cigars, the whisky, a water bottle and a glnss on the table in front of Frank, and waited for him to help himself. But Mr. Carruthers sat silent and motion less. He was looking at Mordle, who was stlil bronzed by the sun, and seemed to bo in an aggressively rude state of health. He wondered if the curate felt as wretched when Beatrice refused him as he, Frank Carruthers, did at that moment. If so, and if Sylvanus had really conquered his disappointment, he was more of a man than his visitor, and as such entitled to respect. Ho got so deep into these r^rjeculations that he did not notice the curate's curious glances, "Look here, Carruthers," said Mordle, briskly. "You forget a dinner party. You hc.r.e to chat and smoke wi-' h me. You don't smoke?you don't chat. What's up ?" "Nothing. " Frank roused himself and tcok a cigar. "Nothing?' said the curate. "That means everything." "Weil, then, everything." "Aid everything, as I take it, means?tell me what it means, Carruthers. May I wish you joy ?" There was a lump in Sylvanus' throat, but he choked it down manfully. Frank won dered at tho curate's quickness in guessing. Men in love always wonder at the preternat ural gift of detection with which then- friends seem endowed. "May I wish you joy?" reiterated Mordle. "You may wish what you like; but the truth is we are partners in misfortune." "Yon hayejfcrjed2". J VI--?.I?ZBMCBO? "Look here, Carruthers* said Mordle, briskly. "?nd failed." Frank rapped the words out sharply. Mordle ldbked the picture of su> - irise. He held his hand out to his visitor. 'Han r it !" said Frank. "I dont want pity. If you bore it, I suppose I can." "Our cases are cb!rlci,mt You felt certain 7? success." "Did I ? If so, it was only ore of the delu ncns natural to & man of my age." ' "Explain." "Tho older you grow the more liable you are to delusions. A man between thirty and forty more easily deludes himself into be lieving that a v/cman loves hin than a boy o? Twenty does." "Ha!" said Mordle. "All new to me, this. Let me think it over." The curate loved an argument of this sort Presently he looked ap. "That's all rot!" he said. "3oy of irwenty?modest and good?can't see any reason for a woman's loving him. Man of hirty or forty?successful in life, say? measured his strength against his fellows'? ^an't help feeling he's quite worth being loved. See how fallacious your argument '<" "Never mind," said Frank; "it doesnt matter which way you take- it." "I say," continued Mordle, laying his hand on Frank's shoulder. "Listen to my advice. Don't you tako 'No' for an. answer." 'Til atk no woman twice to be my wife," said Frank, with conclusion number three fresh in his mind. * "You might ask this one twenty times and feel happy if you got her then. But twenty times won't be needed. She loves you now, Carruthers." "What folly ycu talk!" "I don't?I never talk folly. I have seen ycoi together. I have watched her as closely as I watch one of my flock who leans towards dissent. I have seen what you haven't seen, and again I say, don't take 'I>o' for an an swer." "Let us talk of something else," said Frank. All t?e same tho old proverb about the looker on and the game came to his mind. Under some circum/tances there is much so1 ace to be got out of proverbs. They talked of something else, but as it always does when a man is in love, that something else veered round ever to the one thing. At last Frank threw the end of his cigar away and bade the cm-ate good-night. Mordlos emphatic cheery assertion that he ought not to despair had done fcizn good, although he still swero he would not grovel and ad? again. His guest having left him Syivanus drew himself up and patted his chest approvingly. "It w?3 magnanimous, very magnanimous," he said, "to help a rival like that. But I am thoroughly cured, so could afford to doit" Ha always told himself he was cured. Per haps he was. Ail the same the Bev. Sylvanus Mordi3 is a bachelor to this day Frank went back to Haide wood House, and apologized for bis strange absence as best ho could. He had been seized with a splitting headache and compelled fo seek fresh air. Strange to say a splitting hea/iacae had also driven Miss Claasom net into the fresh air, but into her room. "Thunder in tho air, no doubt,"saidHerbert, tho most unsuspicious of men. About half-past eleven the last of the guests departed. Mr. Turner, believing Lord Kelstcn's friend to bo an aristocratic Chris tian of the most orthodox type, bade him an effusive good-night, little dreaming of the insults he had been heaping upon his head. Horace and Herbert gave a sigh of relief as their Jew-hating guest left tho house. They had too much sense to think of apologizing for the mishap?they merely doubled their civility to the eminent Israelite. At last every one had said good-bye, and the shut ting up began. Frank, in a moody, sullen way, wacthed Horace and Herbert as they went from win dow to window trying shutters and bars and bolts. He did not smile even when Horace gravely and deliberately counted the forks and spoons in "Whittaker's basket?the extra plate given out *or dinner-parties?while Herbert blended tw v half-emptied bottles of sherry end made one full one. The domestic duties were at last finished ; the bottles locked up, the spoons and forks snugly tucked up in little chamois leather bags, ready to be put to rest in the safe until again wanted. Horace and Herbert looked at Frank. "Shall we go to bed now, or would you like to stay up longer?' Frank started out of his reverie. He did not feel in the least inclined for bed. "If you don't mind," he said, "I will go into the Horary<ind write some letters. The fresh air has made mo so wide awake that I sha'n't ba able to sleep for a long time." Theydr5 inind, of course; but were too polite to say so. Whittaker was ordered to tako tho lamp into the library, and Frank bade his cousins good night "Please turn the wick down low before you blow it out," said Horace. "And," entreated Herbert, "would you mind turning the hearthrug upside down when you leave the room? It makes it ku>t so much longer." Frank promised, wondering tho while why the constitution of a hearthrug was such that tho night and early morning air impaired it Then he sought tho library, closed the door, and was alono wi th bis own thoughts. There is no occasion to recapitulate these. We have had them all bef ore, and they grew no more cheerful. Even Mr. Carrutheis got tired of thc-m at last, and to break tho mon otony made a pretence of writing a letter to a friend. But the sight of pen and j>aper woke a strong temptation to say again by their aid ail lie had already said to Beatrice, as well as all he meant to say wheu cut so suddenly short. But his pride would not allow him to break so quickly his resolution number three. Then ho tried to read. Katurally ho turned to poetry. Ail lovers turn to it as inevitably as a duck does to water. Ho took Teuuyson from the shelf, and for the first time in his lifo sympathized with the ill-used, egotistical hero of Locksley Kali. After this lie chanced upon a volume of Mrs. Browning's, and road ail about thy poet who, although so passion ately m love with La-ly GereMine, was thick headed enough not to be abio to detect the existence o? a coiresjxmding sentiment on the part of her ladyship. And just as Mr. Carruthers reached the part where the lovely lady comes by night, passes through the poet:s window, and in rather a forward way does ail tho w< ? ling, he heard a light, faint liuger-tap on tiio library door. A wild but ii'it altogether unnatural thought ran through him. Was a second Lady Gcr aldino episode about to occur? Could it bo that Beatrice Ho ran to the door arid threw it open. On tho threshold stood, not Beatrice, but?terri ble disappointment?tho black-robed iiguro of Mrs. Miller, tho nurse. What in the world could this sombre, uninteresting woman want with him at tins hour of tho nighti "You?Mrs. Miller!'? ho exclaimed. "Is anything the matter:" "May I come in, sirf sho asked. "Certainly ; what can I do for you?' Sho entered the room and carefully Closed tho d?x>r. Franks wonderment grow. lio j could not help picturing the dismay which J would fall upoii Horace and Herbert had they known that at 1 o'clock in the morning he was conversing with a female member of their establishment. Mrs. Miller drew e ear to him: "May I speak a few words to you, Mr, Carruthen,?" She asked the favor respectfully, but as one wh* fully expected it would be granted. "Speak away," said Frank, good-natured?/. "But is there anything wrong in tha Otfeel" **iNui.hing moro than yon know of, sir." Her words bore a meaning which did not escape Carruthers. They told him that Urs. Miller was quite aware of what had taken place between him and Beatrice. Ho winced mentally. Tha thought of his rejection be coming the gossip of the servants' hall was not pleasant "Well, let me hear what you have to say." He spoke with more asperity than usual. The strange visitor laid her hand on his arm She was a tall woman, he was a man of middle height, so the faces of the two were all but on a level Frank, who had never until now taken particular notice of the nurse, was much struck by the wild, intense look in those dark eyes which gleamed from the white, worn-looking face. He began to wonder if her wits were all right. But she spoke sensibly, although there was passion in her voice. "Mr. Carruthers," she said, "tell me how much you love Miss Beatrice." The sudden question staggered as well as annoyed Frank. He frowned. "I am not in the habit of making confidences to?to stran gers." Eewas going to say "inferiors," but it was a word ho hated using. "Oh, sir; don't misunderstand me. Tell me?" tho woman spoke with startling ear nestness?"teil mo: set my mind at rest. Let me know that you love her with all your heart and soul?that tho very ground her foot presses is holy to you?that you could cherish her, care for her, be true to her un til death 1 Tell me this and make me happy. Surely you are not ashamed of loving herf * Her manner was so imp 'essive that Car ruthers for the moment f o.- got it was but a servant who addressed him. "No," h? said, speaking slowly, and with his eyes fixed on the opposite waiL "No, I am not ashamed of loving her. TThatconciTn it is of yours I cannot divine; but I lov i ycur mistress as much as a man can love a vornan. " Mrs. Miller bent down and kissed his hand. She murmured a few words which he could net catch. Most men, not being kings or princes, object to having their hands kissed. Frank did. "Have you anything more tc say?' he asked. "Only this, sir?you will wait, will you not?' "Wait! Fcr what?" "For her?for Miss Beatrice. Ohl Mr. Carruthers, you won't go in a fit of anger, and give yourself away to the first doll-faced woman who smiles on you? You will wait for the woman you love?five, ten, twenty years, it may be?' Sho clutched his arm, and her eyes looked at him with that same intense, imploring gaze. "I shall never marry another woman," said Frank. "No?never. Wait for her. She shall b< y curs at last." Wait for lier. Sfie snail h?- yours at last. A thought struck Frank. Did this strange woman come to hin of her own accord, 01 had Beatrice sent her? His heart beat vio lently. "Are you giving mo a message fron: Miss Clauson?' he asked. "No, sir. Miss Beatrice is not one to sene messages by servants. She doesn't know ] have come to you. You won't tell her, Mr. Carruthers? Promise me you won't tell her.' Her face grew paler than before as thi possibility of Carruthers' telling Beatrice ol this nocturnal interview rose before her. She seemed so distressed that Frank hastenec to assure her he would not mention the mat ter. Strange as was this woman's manner, something showed him that she meant bin: well. "She would never forgive me if sht knew." She whispered these words in an awestruck way, as if such a thing was toe fearful to contemplate. "Tell me why you trouble yourself about my affairs," asked Frank. "Why do 1 trouble? Because she is allio this world and the next to me. Because ] would kill myself to savo her from a pain of mind or body. Listen, Mr. Carruthers. Years ago?she was then but a girl of seven teen or eighteen?she saved me from starva tion, from death, from worse, Sho fed me. clothed me, called mo back to life, and saw that I lived. I say to you, Mr. Carrulhers, that if I stood with one foot across the golden threshold cf the heavenly gate, even if my eyes had caught a glimpse of God and His angels, my cars beard the sound of the harps cf tho blest, if belov.-mo I saw the fieiy gulf?if I knew that withdrawing my foot woidd brin? her happiness, I would withdraw it, and be doomed forever." Her figure seemed to dilate as sho uttered this tremendous rhapsody. It certainly sounded like an exaggerated expression v. lier, used to illustrate the devotion of cue woman to another. But tho depth of the love which woman can bear to woman has never yet been rightly plumbed. Even Frank, who we may presume consid ered Miss Clausen worthy of out-of-the-way adoration, felt that Mrs. Millers eccentric and profane description of her sentiments toward* her mistress was more exalted than any occa sion could warrant. Nevertheless, as she was sounding the praises of tho woman he loved, his heart softened towyr"^ her. "This is sheer idoialryy- ho said, not un kindly. "Call it what you will, sir. I mean all 1 say, und moro." "And because you are so fond of her, you wish to see her future in my hands, feeling sure iz wiil be a happy one?" "Yes, sir. I have watched you day by day, and have seen that you love her. I havo asked about you, and heard you spoken of with the tongue of good report. Besides-" She hesitated. C?rjnthers hoixxl she wou:<. finish the sentence with soino information as to the true stale of Beatrice's feelings. Mrs. Mifier's assurance that she had good ground for asking him to wait for an indefinite tiare would be ihriee welcome. Lovers and drown ing men ou^ut to i?e coupled together la tj:e nmt??r of catcliing atstrav.-s. "Well, besides what:*' ho said, seeing she stiil hesitated. "You are both cf the elect,.1' she said in strangely solemn accents, "'.the seal is on your foreheads."' uWiiafc(/o you mean?' said Frank in be T/flderinent. Sho clasped her thin hands together; lv-r eyes shone with strange hriiL^icy. "MeanJ71 she exciuimed, so loudly that Frank glar. cd at the clyor to nu;ko sure that. ic was c!???d. "Mean! O.n it bo ;> tsible that those blessed ones-who arc predestined to be saints here after can waikthe earth and know it not! | I can see it, can rend it on yourfare?on Mi- s j Beatrice's fare. 'Many are called, but few ! are chosen'?few are chosen. You are of tin \ few." "Ob!" said Frank. IFow.ns beginning tc understand that ho was dealing with a re ligious fanatic. His bewilderment was suc ceeded by pitying curiosity, tempered hy suT'casiii. "lf one. rould believe it, it would be very satisfactory," he conthniexK "Tell rr.c why you feel s>> sure about us. Our creed must differ from yours." "Creed 1" sho burst out. "You were ch< >sen before thcro was a creed in the world. Tl* seal is put on the elect tis they draw the first ' breath. 1 Li:.: j bo that a heathen who has! never heard God's name shall sit on the steps of the great throne, while he who has live on earth tho lifo of a saint shall go into ever lasting fire." 4'This is pi-edestination with a vengeance," thought Frank. "Why do you feel so sure about Miss Clauson and me?' ho asked. "I can read it in your faces. You are to have happiness in this world and in the next." Frank's sense of humor made him feel in clined to ask Mrs. Miller about the ultimate fate of the gentle Horace and Herbert, with their kindly hearts and old womanish ways. He wcuid even have liked to know what was to become of tho sedate Whittaker, and Wil liam Giles, tho ccachman. Eut ho checked the questions. He saw that what was amuse ment to him was death to the pale, excited woman at his side. Ho did not wish to enter into a theological argument, and at this time of night play Pelagius to tins feminine dis^ ciple of Augustine. Indeed, he knew that the arguments of those who held the doctrine of predestination and its correlative, reprobar tion, are logically unanswerable by the best theologian ever turned out of Oxford; and theology was not Mr. Carruthers' pet science. So he contented himself by expressing a po lite hope that Mrs. Miller felt also sure of her own salvation. "I!" she exclaimed, and a shudder as of terror ran through her. "I have prayed day and night?day and night?that answer may be given me, that a sign may be shown to me. The answer has been given." "Well, you found it all right, I hope," said Frank, to humor her. She leaned forward, and again clutched his arm. "I am 'one of the many,' " she said, in a low, thrilling whisper. Her face wore a look of utter hopelessness. Frank pitied the poor creature from the bottom of his heart. "My good woman," he said, "your belief is simply a (iiaboiical one. Get rid of it, and, trust that there is some mercy to be shown to those who ask for it. Go and talk to Mr. Mordle or the rector, or some ono whose busi ness it is to set things of this kind straight. Now I think we had better say good-night" "Good-night, sir. Thank you," she said, with a sudden return to her usual calm and respectful marner. Then, with bent head, and hopelessness written all over her, she walked slowly to the door. A thought struck Carruthers. "Wait a moment," he said; ''I should like to write a line to Miss Clauson." "Love-letters will do no geed, su\" "It's not a love-letter," said Frank some what sharply. Mrs. Miller waited. He took a sheet of paper. After what had happened he felt he could not address the woman he leved as "My dear Miss Clauson," and ho did not dare to write "My dear Beatrice." So his letter began abrupt ly, without address of any kind. Moreover, it was very short. Here it is: "Now that I have asked my question, and you have given your answer, tell me would you rather I left this place at once, or stayed on as I intended.?Yours, F. C." He handed the letter to Mrs. Miller. She took it in a reluctant manner. "You have not written anything unkind to her?" she asked. "Nothing. Take my word for it " "And you promise you will wait?" "I must wait, whether I liko it or not," said Frank, rather bitterly. "Good-night, sir." Mrs. Miller curtseyed, and stole noiselessly from the room. Frank feil back into a revery. How strange that in the few hours sine? he had been re jected two persons had bade him wait and hope?Mordle, in his cheer}-, optimistic way, Mrs. Miller, in her sombre, half-entranced, highly-wrought religious frenzy. Poor woman 1 what extraordinary ideas she held! She must be next doer to a religious mono maniac, with her ghastly tenets of f ore-or dainment and predestination. Nevertheless, if either of his cormseiors gave h"u hope it was this mad, wild-spoken " fanatic. She was, so to say. Beatrice's body servant, and as such might be presumed to know something of tho secrets of her mis tress' heart cr at the least to be able to make a shrewd guess at .them. So, in spite of his own common sense, in spite of her dismal jargon about the elect the seals, and the rest of it the hope which springs eternal began to throw up a tiny shoot in Mr. Carruthers' heart. At last he went to bed, wondering what answer he would receive to his letter. It is to be hoped the promise he made Mrs. Miller was to be more sacred than those made to Horace and Herbert, for he blew out the lamp anyhow, and left the hearthrug to tako care of itself. Al?* for the "hepo eternal" Itwa3 all but crushed in tho morning by a note from Beatrice, which, with the pathos attending all modern emotional incidents, was brought in with his shaving water. It ran so: "Please go away.?B. C." Then sho added in a postscript: "Don't think me unkind. It is better for your sake." He crushed the paper in his hand, and no doubt cursed, not Beatrice, but his ill luck. Ho could not go away that day. He felt that such a sudden departure would set the brothers gossiping and trying to account for its cause. But, as persons generally do in such extremities, ho received a letter or a telegram, the nature of which made it imperative he should leave on the morrow. Horace and Herbert expressed genuine sor row at this sudden termination to his visit They pressed him to como to Hazlewocd House at the end of tho next term. He promised to do so. Only by foreswearing himself could he avoid giving an explanation of what made his presence for the future im possible. Of course he saw Beatrice as usual: but neither by word or look did he allude to what had passed between them On her part she seemed shy and constiained, and the old apathetic manner appeared to have reassert ed its sway. Dr. Carruthers' cure for mor bidness was a failure! Tho moment for departure camp. Horace had taken the reins. Herbert was besid? him. Frank's portmanteaus were stowed away in the big wagonette. He turned to >hakc hands with Beatrice. "I came here an invalid in body," he said to himself; "I go away with a chronic mental disease. The ex hange is a sorry cne." "Won't you come with us, Beatrice?" asked Herbert. She drew back her outetrctc jed hand, and hesita^d. Frank turned his ey ;s away. He wouiaVQ noway plead for te is concession. Sudi^uly, and in a defiar.t w ay, which such a trivial matter by no mca\s seemed to call for, she exclaimed, "Yes, I Avili conri. Wait for fte one mmute." In one minute, j.ter al?y, she was back again, In her hat and jacket, and eeated opposite Frank. Few words passed between them during the drive to the station. A more gocd-byo was ail they said as Frank took bis seat in the tra;n; buta3 that train rolled cut of Blacktown, as his eyes for tho last timi met Beatrice's, fairly and fully, Mr. Carruthers' heart leaped in a way which w< ;uld have Van a credit to a boy's cf 1% aitd onco more and for ever ho know that no vanity cf his hadlcd him to dare to think that m Kiss Clauson's manner towards Irin there was an unJef'.nable, inscrutable "something," which hiv.1 led him tv? risk an<l apparently lcso clL So "hope eternal" sprang again, and the conviction forced itself on Mr. Carruthers that thti dav*might comowhtn. in spite of His conclusion number three, ho must per ferco "grovel.'* And, notwithstanding his pride, this fact was Ly no means v. \ unpleasant one I \tu rk <v>ntin*i:k?> ] The man who can thoroughly enjoy himself at a fashionable reception alter j discovering that the bow cf Iiis white ! tic is under his loft ear is superior to the pomps und vanities of this wicked j world. ! "James, my son, take this letter to j the postoiVico and pay the postage for ! it." The hoy J.mi'H returned highly i elated and said': "Fathor, I seed a lot j ot men putting letters in a little place, ; and when no one was looking I slipped j yours in for nothing.'' Wilmotl wrote: "Everyyear carries j away something' beloved and precious i into a soft and visionary twilight..'' j This is v?ry true; every year about this I time we. look for our rubber hoots, and I find thev are. ffono?iriven to some i DON'T STOP MY PAPEB. Don't stop my paper, printer; Don't strike my r.ame off yet, You know the times are stringent, And dollars bard to get j But tug a little harder, Ts what I mean to do, And scrape the dimes together Enough for me and you. I can't afford to drop it : I find it dosn't-pay To do without a paper, However otheiamay,, I hate to ask my neighbors To give me theirs od loan ; Tbey don't just say, but mean itt "Why don't you have your owu? Yon can't tell bow we miss it, If it, by any fate, Should happen not to reach us, Or come a little late, Then all is in a hubbub, And things go all awry, And?printer, if you' re married, You'll know the reason why I The children want their stories, And wife is anxious, too, At first to glance it orer, And then to read it through f And 1 to read the leaders, And con the book reviews, And scan the correspondence And every bit of news. I can not do without it j It is no use to try : The other people take it, And, printer, so must I. 1, too. must keep me posted And know what's going on, Or feel and be accounted A fogy simpleton. Then take it kindly, printer, If pay is somewhat slow, For cash is not so plenty And wants not few, you know ; But 1 must have the paper, Cost what it may to me; I'd rather dock my sugar, Aod do withuut my tea. So, printer, don't you stop it, Unless you want my frown, For here's the year's subscription, And credit it ri?ht down, And send the paper promptly Aud regularly on, And let it bring us weekly Its welcome benison. ?Exchange. What Our Editors Say. "Organization is Power." EJgefield Advertiser. Our County Agricultural and Me chanical Society, though zealous, and intelligent, aod faithful, is still very small as to its membership, iu fact, when one considers the size, resources and wealth of Edgefield Couuty, roost unwisely and reprebeosibly small. Can we not possibly urge up our farmers to deeper and more active interest iu this all important matter? Daily observation should teach far mers that they need hope for no success, no power, as a class, until they organ ize and work together for their common interest. Let them reflect upon the work done by religious organizations. Where would our churches be in a few yc irs, if tbey were to disorganize and j "n? gleet the assembling of themselves Together4*" for counsel aud concert? And would great political measures ever Le carried, but for thorough organ ization of parties. What unorganized army was ever able to stand against a well organized one ? Was it not the great Philip of Macedonia who said that he would rather depend upon ao army of well organized stags than a camp of unorganized lions! Did not the shrewd Napoleon say that he would "prefer an army of well dis ciplined Italians, who are cowards, to an army of undisciplined Frenchmen, wbo are all brave ? The little strings that compose the strongest rope are weak indeed ! Detached they would scarcely hold a feather! Wind them together well, and they will carry a ton ! Greenville Newt. We are in some doubt as to who is running the institution at Charleston known as the citadel. Is it the super intendent, the board of visitors or the cadet officers? And we wonder wheth er there ?s a private educational institu tion in the State the managers of which would allow the pupils to dictate the system of management and enforce their demands by handing in their res ig nations, j Cruelty to Convicts. Noes and Herald. Concerning the recent charg.es of cruelty to convicts working on the Sa vannah Valley Railroad, the Abbeville Messenger says : Colonel Lipscomb, we are informed, expressed himself very well pleased with the present conditiou and discip line of the camp. The facts of the for mer cruel treatment seem to be about these : Captain Carroll, iu charge of the camp, was away on leave of absence for two or three weeks. Iu his absence the camp was in charge of one Jackson, who it is said drauk heavily during the time. The couvicts were being march ed to camp in squads of eight. Out of one of these squads, one fellow succeed ed in escaping The other seven wei? . subjected to severe punishment for not having informed the guard that he had hied his shackles. Two of these were j whipped very severely. One of them, i flcury Porter, was terribly punished, ! the skin and flesh being whipped from off his back for a sp-:ce of several inch es. Dr. l'ope thiuks he is yet in a critical coudition. As soon as Captain Carroll returned, ho discharged .lack son. The convicts say that Carroll is kind :md just to theu?, and that the in human treatment was due to Jackson. We are glad that tilings have turnid out to be uot so bad as they were rc [ ported, and that work on the road will I r.'ot bo suspended. Keren of the con I vicls have boon returned to the peniten I tiary, and Dr. Caubcrt. who examined I them it? the absence of Dr. IVpe. says | ; he found no evidence of harsh treatment, j There arc left iu camp cue hundred aod throe laborers. This is an uiiS??i>faetory explanation. It is admitted that Jackson mal treated the convicts, and the excuse is that Captain Carroll, in charge of the camp, was absent when the outrage was com mitted. Jackson, it seems, "drank heavily" during Carroll's nbscr.se. It is pertinent to inquire whether Jackson j had boon in the habit of "drinking ; heavily" before this time, and whether j Carroll knew that. fact. It looks a little ! strange for helpless convicts to be left j to the tender mercies of an irresponsible j uuderiitig given to "uiiukin^ heavily.' On this point an early explanation is in order from Captain Carroll himself. If whenever convicts are inhumanly treated the responsibility can be shifted to somebody who is "drinking heavily," and, when the case is investigated, that somebody simpiy runs away, it would seem that there is no protection against any treatment of such prisoners, howev er unlawful and brutal it may be* How the conduct of Captain Carroll and his man Jackson ought to be treat ed, we cannot undertake to say. There are public officials whose business it is to find out and to apply an adequate rem edy. It remains to be seen whether they will do anything in the matter. Common Schools* Lexington Dispatch. No effort should be spared to improve the common schools of the State. The better the common schools are the more intelligent the people will be, and the growth of the State in wealth and popu lation will be in proportion to the intel ligence of the people. It will hardly be denied that the States that have made the most rapid progress in everything that contributes to the greatnesSgof a State are those which have done most for their common schools. . It is far better that the whole population of a State should be fitted to utilize the means of eelf-improvement which are supplied in the shape of newspapers and magazines than that a few should be thoroughly educated. The young men and women who acquire a taste for knowledge at the common schools and are qualified there to appreciate and utilize after their school days are over what they find of value in current liter ature, make citizens who constantly aim to improve their own condition and that of those about them. They are quick to seize upon new ideas in their own business or occupation, .and to make the most of them. The difference between the face of the country where the.com mon schools are excellent and where they are very poor is so marked that it does not fail to attract the attention of the most careless observer. There jsr of course, a certain State pride in great institutions of learning, bat it must not be forgotten that there are comparative ly few such institutions in this country, and that the greatest of them owe little or nothing to the States in which they are located. Not all of those which are called universities and colleges are such in fact. The most of them, perhaps, are little more than academies or pre paratory schools. Unless a State is rich, and is willing to appropriate money generously through along period of years to the eslablishmen^^affreat educational iustitution^jPr'a^S^a^ vote all it can spare for educational pur poses to its cornin$n schools, and leave the Work of establishing a university to it3 rich men. Dead Forms. Carolina Spartan. Bishop Coxe, New York, and one of his rectors, Rev. Algernon S. Crapsey, have got into a quarrel about a most important matter to the church. The rector was in the habit of burning 'eucharistie lights' during the reading of the communion service, and;the bish op objected to the practice. The rector ceased the use of these lights but read a letter to bis congregation maintaining the correctness of his practice. It is such as this that drives young men and women to doubt the whole scheme of Christianity. Quarrels over such mat ters as these, the tithing of mint and cummin, will tend to drive youug men and women of a religious turn of mind into the Salvation army Those that doubt and investigate, will go. towards agnosticism. Paul spoke of the .'fool isbuess of preaching/ but he never had a conception of the profound foolishness of preachers. The whip of small cords, wielded by a divine baud, is needed in our temples to day, just as much as it was when thieves had taken possession of the temple on Zion hill. It looks like an awful tragedy when chosen and ordained ministers of the simple gospel of the New Testament quibble . and quarrel over lights in the church, or the vestments of the priests, or the particu lar manner and time of bowing, wheth er it shall be to the East or in some other direction, while men and women are waiting to be helped and strength iened and saved. In all the churches there are dead forms, words and pray ers without meaning, mere mockeries, the shadow infinitely far from the sub stance, the show of religion and all this is producing a sort of dry rot that is most hateful to mauy persons who want and need the truth. Priests may burn wax tapers, aud blue lights, and red lights till doomsday and no man will be saved thereby. They may quarrel over ritualistic questious, aud demand a rigid performance of body worship, while the heart is hungering and thirst ing for the living truth. The University Question Again. Carolina Spartan. Ou the first page we copy from the I're?* and Banner an editorial bearing on the Spartan and the State Univer sity. If there was ever a pitiful beg ging of the question this is a case of it. The cry that this is the poor man's col lege, the college of the common people, tiie college of the working people of the State, is the merest twaddle. From its foundation to IStJ?, it was the college of the chivalry of South Carolina, the old time aristocracy that gained their bread and line raiment through the sweat of thousands of slaves. Of coutsc an occasional poor niau would go there and work his way through but 'he great majority of students were sons of rich men. That is the case to day. The suns of poor men do not go to col le'gc. They cannot take time to pre pare. They have to work for their daily bread. It is not our special aim to close the University in any of its branches, but we do intend to plead for the commou people and their education. Wc, the people, have a right to com plain about the standard of studies in the University. It is our college. It docs not belong to thc.trusteos and those who advocate free tuition. If the peo ple say that tuition must be charged, it will have to be so. If they refuse any appropriation at all. it is their own af fair and th^y have the right to control it as they please. Up to this time each graduate of the college, siute the war, bas cost the S'Jtte over a thousand dol lars. About l$,00O children graduate from the .public schools ,of ;fhe State each year at a- cost of ?24.00 each; That is a considerable difference.; Look at the small class graduating au Colum bia last week and compare it with tb?*' eighteen or twenty thousand children oi common people who quit -the priva-e? and public schools of- the State: and ?nable to go taany college. The^Hlasa of children;need: the help of tJ?^State and not the favored few. ^lli?n the State ignores the g?f?s e.Bt?re?jrand say* the public schools are'good enough for them, or they can pay their way through, the high schools and coll?ge?, bat not & cent will we give to educate any daugh ter of South Carolina in the higher de partments. That is meanness worthy* of the barbarism of the dark ages. The State now boards and clothes a uumber of boys in the citadel and pays at Icasjfr ?100 tuition for each boy in the college but does not give a cent to the collegia ate education of a single girl, except the colored girls tjiat .go to -Olafliri: The white girls, bav? no' ehance. Items of Interest At the recent court in Marion Judge> Hudson made an order permitting no. one to occupy the seats in the bar but the lawyers and their clients, . A gentleman in Aiken county real ized twenty-seven dollars from, three* shipments, of the ordinary plum Iti, Charleston market. . His net profits were about three dollars a bushel. . The Pee Dee, Index says:-. ^Ch? freight on 350 pounds of. paper from. Richmond to Marion costs ?1.50, while from Augusta to Marion,.half the dis tance, costs ?4 on 423 pounds.7' 'Father, dear father, come home witk me now,* spoke the thinly-clad little girl, 'fur if you don't* mammy saya she'll come to the saloon herself sad-lead/ you home by the ear agin.'?Kentucky State Journal. . The town council of Johnston, Edge-^ field county, has recently passed an or dinance imposing a tax of one dollor ou all dogs in the corporate limite,, and re quiring a.l?cense tax of fifty cents a day from drummers who visit that town. . In New Yorkr Philadelphia and other Eastern cities is a movement for the reduction of prices of admission to amusements. There is a prospect that the time will come when the clerk may take his girl to without the sacrifice of a..t salaryCvncinn-j.il Commerc . Two little boys, aged five and six; years respectively, witnessed a ballooo. ascension, for the first time, recently 'Oh, look ! look there !' -exclaimed the youngest. . 'What. is that T fit's. a b'looo,' replied the elder- 'What makes it go up so fast ? .'.Gas.' 'What is gas?' 'Why, gas is?is-^is melted wind.' \ Here is a hint for farmers: . Last fall a man at Clyde, N. Y., bad a number of stumps which he wished to remove., He bored holes in. them, inserted salt-? petre, filled up with water, and then, plugged the holes.. .About ? month ago be took out the plugs, ' poured in kero sene oil and set fire. The stumps hate, smouldered away.without blazing, and now there is nothing left of them but ashes. 'Some of you little sinners are sifting, around here waiting for salvation ta strike you as it did St. Pau1. Snowbird waiting , to be hit with a cannon.ball?? God adjusts his ammunition to the sizox of the man be M?pftery Mustard seed, shot will do for ySu.. God won't keep a man sober who has a quart of liquor i% him all the time. God won't keep a young lady pious who has her waist en-> circled seven times a week by the arms of a spider-legged dude.'?Sam Jones. Joe Moore, a colored thief, was ar rested at Trenton. ? Jgefield Gounty, on. June 19. He took to his legs whea. the constable tried to arrest him, but was knocked down, with a Iightwood knot and taken to Johnston and locked up in the calaboose. During, the night he set fire to the guard house, but the flames were discovered in time to save the building. He. was sent to jail for thirty days for stealing. - After.he has) served out his sentence Ee will be tried for arson. A prominent divine who was to offi-i ciate at a wedding, finding himself and congregation in the church considerably^ in advance of the bridal party, asked that some ono should strike up a hymn - to improve the time.. A good . brother started, off, just as the bridal party en tered, with the hymn beginning, 'Come, on, my partner iu distress.'?Ziori's Herald. . A geotleman went into a crowded store to buy some stockings for his wife.? "I want striped ones," he said to the, clerk. "We have very few stripes,;, sir," the. clerk replied, ."they are not;* much worn now." "Are you sure?" "Oh, yes quite sure I will demoa strate the fact to you.". Then he lean-: ed over the counter and shouted "Hats!" "SeeV he asked. "Yes; give me plain colors." , . Jinks?"How is your new paper.getr~ ting along?" Great Kiitor-rr"JLWi>' iug. my dear .sir; just booiusng-" Jinks?**You surprise.me. 1 did not know it was such a . success." Great Editor?"Success 1 Great C;c>ar ! Why', we've had to drop the Suuday editions, - and evening edition, aud morning, edition in order to give our whole.attcn-. tion to the semi-wcckly."?Philadel phia Call. ' ": ' ' -s' 'Ever bear about the. time I was.. chafed by a bear out West whep I didn't have a weapou of any sort about me, Blocher ?' ... [ never did. How on earth did you uianageto escape, old fellow Y. t 'Tried sitting dowu aud staring him out of countenance.' And did it work V 'Admirably.' That's very strange?rvery strange.' How ou earth do you account for it V *l'vc sometimes thought that my. choice of a scat may bave had a little, something to do with it. I selected the_ top of the highest tree jCii the eutU'6