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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c.
Vol. XII. W.EDNESDAY MORNING, JULY 12, 1876. No. 28.
TIE' Erw R"A. Lu0
EVERY WEDNESDAY MORING,
it Newberrys So C.
BY TH099 F* GRRKEKRt
t i h gapr is s %peda the expiration ol
tme for whc tipaed
T4&pn ratif of sub
We-*.Aed,tbew4n*er days away
"After M6c.kifds, and April raln,Jv
I said "wilt come-lbe warmth of May,
AsdI tltmuyowM be strong aga1D."
We to&ed of summer woods and streaw,
Till all the pye"ent was beguiled
To g -e -your bp rat
Beside the fire I pictured days
When spring, tuansforming all the land.
Invest tbe. cbmnovE'scenes -and ways
WAK chams we cannot understand.
And planned: "When yoa are well, we too
Will help thro general holiday,
Will celeprate the uxne- and you
Sha1lbe the gayest of thegpy."
S6W rwMj4 little smile.
Misat cabw~to, eyes a shade too graye
And left them bright, "But wait-awhile..
TI we awe sure of wind and wave!"
AAd1 smileffback, "Let those -beware
Who cross the path of m-v desire,
Who- rasem xy -dastles in the air,
Oraspoil my pictures in the fire !11
186W confident a=d.gla they seem!
A uikt ewpefecta-ntwtwer rew -
"And supposing that yours had
beur a mechanic, what objection e
would you have urged ?" -
"Why, it's not a supposable case,
grandmamma-a Peverill a stone- r
"But supposing you were not a D
"My imagination is not bold
enough for such a flight. You see, a
I have all the prejudices of my class. v
I would choose unhappiness soon
er than marry beneath me." e
"Then I am to understand that h
you consider yourself superior to
Harold Helper. It is some years a
since he figured as your father's a
inky-fingered clerk, remember.- I
Since then he has written a book, e4
he has invented a machine, he has k
lectured to scientists. Wherein d
does your superiority consist ?
What have you been doing in the n
"I have been rubbing papa's lc
gouty toe, and accepting the atten- yl
tions of Miles Bond." ir
"You don't mean"- el
,"mean that I shall probably V
marry Miles Bond some fine day, x
tif gng bappens."
"Marry Miles Bond !" repeated l
grandmamma, as if she had said
that she was going to marry the y
iiim to be astonished,
"Exactly-there's - aVar of us.
I shall be entitled to consideration
4i the beau monde as his wife, don*t
you see ?" For it must be confess
ed that-since Mr. Peverill's death
and insolvency the beau monde had
looked coldly upon his pretty
daughter, in ipite of t:e.Peverill
cdat of arms and the luxuriance of
the family ti;ee.
hen d i--eare a figfor
Mr. Helper ?" asked g-andma.
"Is it necessary for me to deny s
the soft impeachment, when I have
1most made 11 - to accept h
another ?" o
'When I was a girl"-~began the
"Youi loved- brocades and bro- A
catelles as well as your grand-daugh-- s
"But I did not sell myself for b
them. And so you are really en-n
~gaged to Miles Bond, and there's
no:help for it ?"
"Well, not really engaged;-I won't V
give my word-at least -not quite s
yet. You see, grandmamma, one b
hesitates to rivet the chain as.they
say in novels. And then Miles
says he will wait, he won't hurry Ce
reme; he'd rather wait a century in ~
sweet suspense, as he calls it, than i
to be refused at once. But I sup- c~
pose it will all end one way."
"And what will tyou answer toh
"Heaven only knows. It wit
not doto tellaman who offers one a
his heart that he ought to know h
"Nor that you will not marry h
him because his father was a stone
Mr. Helper accepted his refusal, ri
however, with a good grace. He P
made no fuss about it; he merely as
sured aher that her happiness would
always be dearer to him than his a
"That's the letter of a gentleman," k
said grandma, "if his father was ir
forty times a stone-cutter." .ei
"Pshaw !" said Miss Agnes, tear- g
ing it int6 fragments ; but, curious- iE
ly enough, gathering them together a
as soon as Mrs. Peverill's back was a
turned, as if they were sweet to her_
as scattered rose leaves. Perhaps y
shewas thinking of the days when al
Mr. Helper was her father's clerk, e,
and had taught her chess of winter b
evenings-days when she was not
so worldly minded, and .more. ro
mantic, and didn't guess the worth h
of position anid longe descent. Per
haps she regretfully remembered yj
the spring mornings when they a
pushed through the woods for wild
flowers and ferns, when he made a
quaint album for her of presseda
seaweeds-she had it hidden away
"It wouldn't do," she said half
aloud, answering some unspoken
thought. "I should always be han
kering for family and money. OneA
muss give up something ; it may e
as wellbe love as anything. Oh, ~
if my father had only been a stone
GrandmA Peverill met Mr. Help
r in the street later. "I hope you
lon't mean to desert us," said she,
because that foolish chit of an Ag
.es doesn't know when her bread is
rell buttered. Remember it's a wo
ian's privilege to change her mind.
f you neglect us,
[on shut your life from happier chance,'
s the poet says. Nobody knows
rhat may happen."
"But I hear that Miss Peverill has
acouraged Mr. Bond," said Harold
"And you're going to stand aloof
nd let that little Miles Bo'nd walk
er you? Now let me tell you that
mean to make you and Miles ex
3utors of my will; so Id like to
eep on friendly terms with you
n't you see!"
"Thank you; but arn't we friends,
ear or apart !"
"'Tis said that absence conquers
ive," she laughed; "and haven't
Du heard of virtue that resides
t propinquity? If Agnes sees Miles
rery day,and you once in six weeks,
hich do you think she will be
Lost likely to love'best ?"
"It is not likely that she will ever
ive me,whatever happens."
"Who said she would never love
>u? Arn't you worth forty Miles
"Certainly not in Miss Peverill's
"Prithee, what do you know of
3r regard, Sir Faintheart ?"
"Very little, to be sure."
"He either fears his fate too much,
Or his deserts are small,
That daes not put it to the touch,
To gain or loose it all.' "
"Haven't I put my fate to the
a6h, Mrs. Peverill, and haven't
found that my deserts are misera
"Dear me! I see thAt you donit
low that women blowtwenyways
a- morning. NMo knows Tut
ie is crying her pretty ees out
is minute, and wishing with all
3r silly heart that she had it to do
"Miles knows," laughed Harold.
"'Come and see who knows best.
n old woman's advice isn't to be
eezed at. I refused my first lover
ysef, because Ithought he'd come
ick and tease me into it, but he
ver did.. Served me right, too."
And.Harold did as he was told.
[e made himself intimate at Pe
rills' as of old. He was there in
eson and out of season. He
:re with the caprices of Agnes and
ie condescensions of his rival.
e was often left to the tender mer
es of Gran Ima Peverill while Ag
es and Miles made the garden or
e river echo with their songs. He
ime and went like a shadow. When
gnes chose to listen, he let loose
s enthusiasm; when she gave
in the cold shoulder, he accepted
without a murmur-as if one
iould -be greatful for any gift of
er-and fell back upon the old
,dy's unfailing kindness. One asy,
owever, even Griandmna Peverill
siled him. ~She waked suddenly
om a doze, and asked: "Is it
yally love ?" glancing after the two,
elting'each other with roses in the
"It looks like it," gasped Har
"Tine will prove- ime that un
cks all secrets and discloses all
npostures,~ Miles is of the earth,
irthy. He loves fine society and
randathers and coats-of-arms. It
a crime in his eyes to be born
ithout a silver spoon in one's
Then she fell into a doze -again.
'he shadows draped themselves
bout her;, a star came out and lean
:to look into the window ; a late
ird tilted on a spray near by, and
iade a sudden gush of music
irough the place; the murmur of
aghing voices camefaintly toward
ienm on the breeze- But Harold
stened alone, f9r Grandma Pever
I was already far away.
A few weeks later Miles Bond
ad Mr. Helper were engaged look
gover the private papers of the
se Mrs. Peverill, as her executors.
'hat modest portion of her fortune
"hich her son's speculations had
ift intact she had bequeathed to
.gnes. Presently Miles raised his
yes from the paper he had been
ispecting. "A rascally piece of
usiness," he groaned, between
i +s teeh.Shnihe qietly light
his cigar with the paper, bury itJ
contents in oblivion, and marry Ag
nes, and go his way rejoicing? No
perish the thought? A Bond, o
the Bonds of Bondholder, wh<
could trace their lineage to th(
Conqueror? A thousand times
no! He made a desperate resolve
and passed the sheet to Harold. Il
was merely a letter from the latU
Mrs. Peverill, setting forth a cer
tain family matter, which she deem
ed it wise that they should know,
not as executors, but as lov
"Of course this -will not affect
yor interest," said Harold, filing
the paper away quite at his ease.
"It might not," sneered Miles, "ii
I were not a Bond, *ith family cred
it to sustain."
"And yet,"said the other, "Shake
speare tells us that
"'Love is not love, which alters
When it alteration finds.'"
"Shakespeare be hanged !" quoti
the quondam lover.
The following week, when Mr.
Helper droppea in topay his re
spects- to -Agnes, he found her wa
tering her beds of mignonette wid
"Oh," she said, presently, and
half shyly, "the. oddest thing has
happened! I must tell somebody.
How dear grandimamma. would
laugh if she were here, and say it
served me right I received a
note yesterday (you could -hardly
call it a billet doux, though it was
from Miles,) and what do you think?
He says in it-there, turn your eyes
away, .don'tlok at me so while I
tellyou-he begs me to release him
from an engagement ..which upon
close examination of his heart-un
der the microscope, I suppose
he finds himself unable to fdffinl!
NoW Anust 4AWnr that there
never was an engagemept at all
between us; he just teased my
soul out of me to marry him, and
I promised. Only to think of it!
A Peverill, a descendant of one
Robert Peverill, who figured in thie
Crusades, jilted by Miles Bond ! 1t
must be that grandmamma's joint
ure disappointed the poor youth.
Motto: Never appoint as your ex
ecutor the man whom you wish to
marry your heir."
"You don't seem to-take the af
fair much to heart," said Harold.
"Because my heart wasn't con
cerned in it."
"What under heaven were you
thinking of, then !"
"Iwas thinking whether or no you
-you had changed yourxmind, sir ;
whether you would ever again
"I dare do all that doth become
a lover," asseverated Harold, inclin
ing to the level of her lips. "Will
you reconsider the question I asked
you a year ago, darling ?"
And Agnies reconsidered.
Mrs. .Helper had been married a
year and better, when it occurred
to her, in an idle moment, to over
haul Grandma Peverill's papers,
now that they were - her own pos
sessions ; and-when she-heard Har
old calling-hetfsbe went slowly+but
to meet him. with one of them
crushed in her soft hands.
"What have you there, darling 1"
"And you knew it all the while JI
she answered,. irrelevantly; "you
knew I was not a Peverill, descend
ed from the Crusader; you knew
that I had been adopted from a'for
eign foundling asylum! And yet you
loved .me ! and yet you married
me. Agnes Nobody !" and Mrs.
Helper begun to cry, and allowed
herself to be clasped in the arms of
a stone-cutter's son, and found com
fort in it.
" 'Love is not love, which alters
When It alteration finds,"
"But I may be the daughter of a
cobbler, of a pauper, or worse," she
"You are my wife, and I love
"Then I would rather be your
wife than the daughter of a king,"
said she, smiling through her tears.
Mr. Helper had forgotten to burn
the letter which Grandma Peverill
had written to her executors, and
so pride had a fall.-Bazar.
The person who has the most
confidence in himself or herself has
WATERING PLACE DAN
BROTHER TALMAGE TELLING A BROOKLYN
CONGREGATION WHAT IS DONE AT
-THE sPBINGs-"A sHORT CUT AT 2:40
ON -THE ROAD TO BELL.
The announcement that Dr. Tal
mage would preach on the dangers
of temptations at watering places
had the effect of drawing a large
congregation, who filled the entire
chureh. Though Arbuckle was ab
sent with his cornet yet the singing
was spirited, and the reverend gen
tieman, who was very sarcastic,
was frequently applauded. The
text was John v., 2-4. Just outside
of Jerusalem, said the- preacher,
there was. a sanitary watering.
place,the populai resort for invalids.
To his day there is a dry basin of
rock,- which shows there must have.
been.a pool -360 feet long, 130 feet
wide,and 75 feet deep. It was sur
rouded by fine piazzas, or porches,
or bath houses where the patients tar
ned until the stirring of the waters.
Sofar as reinvigoration was concern
ed, t must have been a Saratoga,
Long Branch, Brighton, or Margate,
6n a:small scale. We have come to
Iwseason of the-year when our rail
roads and steamboats are laden
ith.the exhausted and worn out
J1isiness men and our pleasure-lov
in community, who are hastening
g way to the mountains and watering
paces. These fashionable watering
places were the ruinatibn of a vast
and therefoiwehe must utter a warn
ing, plain, eafest and unmistak
T1. 'irst temptation that is apt
ho*ir.in his irectioni4 the-fact
While they care for their cats and
dogs, and other pets, they left their
religion stretched on the rug, and
when they came home it was stark
dead. There is no surplus of re
ligion at watering places. Even
ministers were inclined to take a
day to themselves, and join in the
Sunday excursions. And when they
did preachit was.apt to be a "pick
ed" sermon,. calculated to excite
admiration, rather that an exposi
tion of the old gospel Four pu
ny souls-stand in- the organ gallery
and squeal a song that nobody
knows, and people worship with
.twor thousand dollars worth of jew
elry on the right hand, while they
drop a penny into the, collection
Another temptation was horse ra
cing. We all admire the horse,
but-this taste should not be culti
vated at the-expense of human deg
.redation.- The Bible intimates that
man is better than a sheep, and I
suppose he-is better than a horse,
though like Job's stallion,his neck be
clothed with thunder. The races
were called 'Summer meetings,
argricultural fairs &c., but it was
impossible to hide the cheating and
betting and drunkenness and vaga
bon!dage. They drove, in their
sporting coats and handsome teams
dasi3ing albig by a short cut at2:40
on the road to hell. Three weeks
before the race it was settled who
should win, -and there were the men
and women knowing nothing of.this,
speculating their money, their hon
or, and their homes in their excite
ment, while jockeys and gamblers
and foul mouthed men 'and trashy
women were "fattening" on their
Another-temptation was the sac
rificing physical health. People who
retired early at home seldom went
to rest before midnight.' Balls,
parties, &c., were all the rage.
Another temptation was from hasty
life-long alliances. -There were
nineteen blanks to one prize. The
graceful step and the long train
sometimes settle the matter, but
what apoor exchange they are for
common sense. Then there was
the conceited ape, who was perfum
ed until the air was actually sick,
spending his Summer talking infin
itesimal sentimental trash, finding
his delight in lavender kid gloves
and naming cravat. It would take
five hundred such specimens to
make a tablespoonful of calve's feet
Another temptation is. baneful
lioatunen. There are more pestife
rous tracts read in these holidays
than in all the other ten months of
the year. It is said we must have
some light intellectual reading.
Literary poison is as bad in August
as in September. Therefore do not
rest your digestive organization by
a dose of strychnine, or a few grains
of ratsbane. You have books with
you in your hours of idleness which,
if at home, you would not read in
your family at a hundred dollars a
Another temptationis the intoxica
ting beverage. Itis becoming more
and more fashionable,I am told,forla
dies to drink. And not a long time
ago a lady in this city went out visit
ing, and after taking afew glasses of
wine was arrested and taken to the
police station, and thence to her
degraded home. I care not how
well she is dressed, she is drunk!
She may have a twenty-five hundred
dollar carriage, and have diamonds
enough to confound the Tiffanys
she's drunk! She may be a gradu
ate of the Packer institute, and
the daughter 'of some man nomi
nated for the Presidency-she's
drunk! She may be called convivial,
merry, festive, but you cannot, with
all you vocabulary, cover up the
plain fact that it is an old fashioned
case of drunk. If you want to
drink, drink from the wells of sal
vation, from which, if a man drink,
he will never thirst again. "Ho,
every one that thirsteth; come ye
to the waters, and he that hath no
money, come ye, buy and drink."
Come to this spiritual Bethesda,and
dip in its healing waters, that you
may be cleansed from your leprosy
even as Naaman the leper.
A COMMUNITY'S DUTY TO
WARDS ITS PRESS.
The true merchant will be a lib
eral but discriminating supporter of
the press in his locality. He will not
feel an obligation to patronize any
and everything that wears the form
of a newspaper, but will scan care
fully the, intellectual ability, and
moral fitness, of those who assume
the lofty responsibility of public
teaching through the press. He
will not encourage the dissemina
tingiaor~ countenance of journals
edited by the incompetent and un
worthy; but if there be none other
already in existennce in his county,
he will combine with men like him
self to procure the establishment of
such ajpurnal as isneeded, or the
transfer of one already existing,
into the hands of some'qualified to
guide opinion and dispel mental
darkness. Such a journal he will
liberally and steadily encourage
and support by advertising in its
columns at a good price, by urging
upon other business men the duty
of doing likewise, by soliciting his
customers and neighbors, to give
it at least their subscriptions ; _reg
ularly continued, uniformly paid
in advance. By pursuing this
course, the merchant may do very
much toward the diffusion of in
telligence, the predominance of
sound principles and the purification
of morals. He need not be a po
litical brawler nor habitual agitator,
on any subject-there is a more ex
cellent way. He may give to an ap
proved and influential journal in
his county from two to five hundred
dollars worth of advertising per an
num, and procure from others by
the power of his solicitations, and
example, five times as much more;
while each name added to the list
of its subscribers, extends the pub
licity of his announcements, and
their potency in enlarging his busi
An exchange very truthfully says:
People reason that a newspaper sub
scription is but a small amount, and
the publishers can not be greatly in
convenienced for the want of a mere
trifie. They forget that. there are
hundreds of subscribers who rea.
son in the same way. Consequent
ly, while the neglect of one or two
to remit would be of no great dam
age to the publisher, yet the failure
of a hundred to do so is .simply
disastrous to him, for his weekly
payments are large and must be
met. His source of supplies being
these rivulets, when they dry up,
he must close his office. He can
not afford to wait for a better
time. You see how importantit is
to pay up.
NEW AND ASTOUNDING DE
One Captain Scott is trying to
deprive the President of his milita
ry fame by swearing before the
House Military Committee that he
furnished Grant with all the infor
matiot. and suggestions necessary
to enable him to effect his brilliant
movements on the Tennessee river
during the war. Scott, it is said,
has been for years trying to get a
reward for the brains he furnished
General Grant, but he has hither
to been severely snubbed.
W6rse than that: the New York
Sun publishes documents .to prove
that President Grant is not Gen.
Ulysses S. Grant, but another man,
who formerly went by the name of
Luke N. Plover. - The Sun's story is
that in 1868, during the Presiden
tal canvass, while Gen. Grant,
with Generals Sherman and Sheri
dan; two or three of the Dents, his
wife and other members of the fam
ily, were on a pleasure excursion to
Omaha, Gen. 'Grant separated from
all the party except the Dents, and
with whom, a Mr. Fouracres and
a coarse drunken fellow by the name
of Plder, started on horseback to
visit Fort Collins; thence to explore
the country along the Cache a
la Poudre river. While General
Grant was riding in company
with Plover along the edge of a
steep gorge, his horse's hoof struck
on a loose rock, causing him to fall,
and in attempting to recover him
self, rolled with his-fider over the
ledge into the gorge, seventy or
eighty feet beneath,horse and rider
being ciushed into one shapeless,,
horrible mass. The Aocuments
found in the possession of Mr.
Fouracres at the time of his death
-which is said to have occurred iii
St. Joseph, Missouriabuta.month
ago-state that he was paid'a liber
al sum by the Dents to, keep the
secret of Gen. Grant"s death, the
publication of which would have
been fatal to the radical party at
that time. 'The personal resem
blance between the deceased Gen
eral and the man Plover being so
great that even Mrs. Grant could
not disinguish between them, it
was determined to dress Plover in
the General's clothes, instruct him
in the role he was to perform, and
present him to the country as
the Republican nominee for Presi
dent. The scheme was carried out
with success. With a little drill
ing, much reticence, smoking and
whiskey drinking, Plover sus
tained the character of Grant so
well that he was never detected,
nor would the woi-ld have been any
wiser now but for the death of
Fouracres among strangers, by
which his papers fell into the hands
of prying and inquisitive wonder
mongers. So Gen. Grant is not
only in danger of 11eing robbed of
his military fame by one Captain
Scott, but if Fouracres and the
&un correspondent are to be cred
ited, heis to be handed down to
posterity as an imposter-as no
General Grant at all, and only a
common adventurer by the name
of Plover.-Vlive la bagatel.
A BOSTON BoY oN~ Fsa.-,Fish
lives in the Atlantic Ocean, Buz
zard's Bay and some in Charles Riv
er. When they are small they are
codfish, herlin and sich ; when-they
grow up they are whales. Whales
is very useful: they sometimes
swaller a whole ship and all the crew.
The fat of whales is biled out and
made inter kerosene oil for gas
light. Their bones is made inter
whalebone for ivory piano keys and
dominos, also for horn handles
and jack-knives. . I wish a whale
would swaller my school and all
the teachers. Fish is' always eat
Friday. I.hate fish ; there is too
many bones to pick out when you
eat 'em. I ruther eat a paper of
pins fried in lard. A whale could
lick all the boys in the Harvard
Grammar School. Could lick thun
der out of 'em and make 'em look
sick, and don't you forget it.
Violent exercise is alWays'hurtful.
It is steady, persistent work, which
brings roses to thece
How it does hurt some people to
toll them the trnth.
I AA WTW40C A 4P*P
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Done with Neatness and Dispatch
"Now, boys, I will tell you how
we can have some fan," said Char.
lie to his companions, who had as
sem bled one bright moonlight -evea
nling for sli 'ding,, snow-balling, and
"What is it," asked several at
"Yon shall see," replied Char
"Who's got a wood-saw?" I
have, " "gSo have I,' replied three.
of the boys.
."Get them and you and Freddy.
and Nathan, each get an axe, and
I will zet v; shoveL. Let's be back
in fifteen minutes."
The boys separated t6 go on~
their several eriands, each won
dering*of what use wood,saws,apd
axes and shovels' could'be ifi'. the
play. .But Charlie was..a favorite'
with them all, and they fully -be.
lieved in his promises, and were.,
soon assembled again.
"Now," said he, "widow M.
has gone to a neizhbW~rs to set?.
A teacher who is attemptixig to