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Vol. Xi. WEDNESDAY MORNING, MAY 9, 187. No. 19.
T H E H EI s P IB L IS H D1tI1
Eb ,5 DY WEDNESDAY MORNIN G,
At T wberry, S. C.
BY THOS. F. GRENEKBRt
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A STILL DAY IN AUTTUMIN.
I love to wander through the woodland
I th sotgo m o anA t m ada,When Summer gathers up her robes of glory,
And, like a dream of beauty, glides away.
How through each loved, familiar path she
Serenely smiling through the golden mist, i
Tinting the wild grape with her dewy fin
Till the cool emerald turns to amethyst.
Kindling the faint stars of the hazel, shining
To light the gloom of Autumn's moulder
With hoary plumes the clematis entwining,
Where o'er the rock her withered garland
wsrm lights are on the sleepy uplands wan-i
Beneath dark clouds along the horizonI
Till the slant sunbeams through their fringes'
Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold.
married a pretty young countr]
girl for love, and during all the
five years of their wedded life th<
torch had burned clear upon tht
altar of his heart.
'Of course I do,' said he, heartily
'Then you'll bring me the switch
won't you ' coaxed Mrs. Postleth
'If it must be, I suppose it musi
be,' assented the squire, with
And when he drove off to the
depot, he carried in a pocket case
next to his heart, a lock of his wife'.
flaxen hair-not as a keepsake, bui
as a sample.
'Thirty-six inches long, at least,
Mrs. Postlethwaite called after him.
'And crimped a little at the top, ii
it's not charged extra for.'
Squire Postlethwaite didn't gc
to the city every day. As a general
thing, his peach farm in New Jer
sey occupied the most of his timE
and attention ; but when he did
mingle with the gay metropolitar
world, he resolved to enjoy himseli
to the utmost.. So he engaged
a room at the most expensive and
aristocratic hotel he could find, vis
ited the Academy of Design, where
he didn't understand the pictures
at all, and went in the evenings tc
the theater, where he cried ove
the tragedy, and laughed his yesi
buttons off at the brisk little com
edy that served as an afterpiece
and was a little abashed at the bal
let. And it is most probable thai
he would have forgotten his wife';
commission entirely if, in the pro
cess of searching his pocket casE
for a note which he was to preseni
for payment at a city bank the nexi
day, he hadn't chanced to comE
across the tress of shining gold.
'Hallo !' said the squire, smiting
his knee with one hand, 'here's
Polly's hair ! And I must go and
buy the switch to-morrow, of
there'll be the deuce and all to pay.
He went that afternoon to din(
with old Mr. Ponsonby at Del.mon
ico's-for the squire had all
child's delight in gilding and fresc<
and lights. Old Mr. Ponsonby ra
ther discouraged the switch busi
ness when, over their modest bottl<
of claret, the squire broached hi:
proposed errand of the following
'I wouldn't,' said old Mr. Poni
sonby, shaking his head.
'Wouldn't ?' echoed the squire
'Why not ?'
'It's running a great risk,' sai<
Mr. Ponsonby, oracularly. 'I'n
told that yellow fever and small
pox, and all that sort of thing, ar
disseminated to an alarming exten
through the medium of false hair.
Squire Postlethwaite opened wid
his eyes and mouth.
'They cut off the hair of hospita
cases, and sell it to pay expenses
you see,' added Mr. Ponsonby, low
ering his voice.
'No?t' interrogated the squire.
'Fact,' nodded the old gentlemar
'And, besides, they import a dea
of it from foreign countries, wher
the people are in no wise noted fo
cleanliness or health.'
'Never heard of such a thing il
my life,' asseverated Squire Post
'And the only way to be quit
sure about what you're buying i
to see it cut from the human bea<
yourself,' asserted Mr. Ponsonby
peeling a banana.
'But I don't see how that can b
done,' hesitated the Jersey peac]
'I don't either,' said Mr. Ponsor
by, cand that's the reason I advis
you to drop the whole thing.'
Squire Postlethwaite shook hi
head mildly. It was all very wel
for Mr. Ponsonby to be thus lavis]
with his counsel, but Mr. Ponsor
by didn't know how it was himselj
He wasn't a married man. Hi
wife hadn't charged him with;
particular commission and wasn
epectantly waiting for him a
'Let Mrs. Postlethwaite be satis
fed with her own hair,' urged M2J
Ponsonby, nibbling at an olive.
'Women are never satisfied,' sai,
the squire, gloomily.
'Then let her learn the lesson<
'Women never learn,' said th
But he recalled his friend's goo
Iavie the next day. when he wall
r ed into M. Emile Dupignac's 'Cen
tennial Hair Emporium.
I M. Dupignac rubbed his hands
3 as he hurried behind the plate
glass counter, and begged blandly
to know 'in what way he could have
the happiness to serve monsieur.'
- 'I want a switch,' said Squire
Postlethwaite, a little uneasy under
E the bright-eyed regards of M. Du
pignae's ten 'sales ladies,' who were
dressed rather more splendidly than
his Polly, even in her church-going
attire, and wore glittering jewelry,
which our honest squire believed
to be real and of great price-'and
it must be of this color,' holding
up the sample, 'and one yard long.'
MN. Dupignac critically surveyed
the lock, with his head first on one
side and then on the other.
'It is of a color truly ravishing,'
said he. 'But nevertheless I flatter
myself that I can match it.'
And he briskly opened a drawer
l full of long switches, neatly packed
in narrow pasteboard boxes, and
odorous of camphor, and whisked
out a mass of pale rippling gold,
which he held up to the sunlight
- with Polly's lock laid against it.
'Nature itself!' cried Ml. Dupig
'No, you don't !' said the squire,
setting his teeth together like a
S'Comment?' demanded M. Dupig
'Put up that thing,' said Squire
Postlethwaite, 'and shut the
'Monsieur would wish it a shade
lighter ?' queried the Frenchman.
'Or perhaps darker ? Fraiment, it
is a mere matter of taste.'
'Monsieur don't want any of that
sheared off trash,' said the squire,
M. Dupignac drew himself up
with Napoleonic dignity.. 'Mon
sieur will perhaps allow me to as
sure him,' said he, 'that there is no
better stock than mine upon this
a 'I'm not quite so green as to
> swallow everything I bear, if I do
- come from the country,' said the
- squire composedly. 'Shut up that
a drawer, I say. None of your sec
3 ond-hand scarlet fever and small
pox for me. None of your dead
people's clippings out of the hos
'But, monsieur'-gesticulated the
'I tell you,' roared Squire Postle
I thwaite, waxing noisy as he became
i more in earnest, 'I won't buy a sin
- gle solitary spear of hair unless I
a know where it comes from. I'll see
it cut myself, or I'll let it severely
s jMW. Dupignac's momentary ex
pression of dismay and perplexity
1 gave way to an instantaneous illu
, mination of all the facial muscles.
- 'By all,means, by all means, if
monsieur wishes it,' cried he, fittil2g
the five fingers of one hand against
-the five fingers of the other. 'Mon
1 sieur shall be satisfied. I court
I publicity. I-Laure I'-to one of
r the extravagantly dressed shop
girls-'where, then, is that poor
a girl who was here this morning,
Iwishing to sell her hair ?-the girl
with ies cheveux d'or, the head of
e real gold that takes its burnish in
s the sunshine ? Does she still wait,
i Laure ?'
,Mademoiselle Laure was not quite
certain as to that, but she had the
e young- person's address. The young
1 person should be immediately sent
- 'Let her be summoned at once,'
e said M. Dupignac, with a wave of
the hand, as if he was a monarch,,
s issuing a royal mandate. 'And'
I with a secondary sweep of his arm
1 toward a velvet upholstered chair
- -'if monsieur will honor us by
. waiting but a few seconds, his un
s deserved doubts shall all be set at
t 'Seeing is believing,' said Squire
t Postlethwaite, cavalierly. And he
sat down, softly whistling 'Bonnie
- Dundee,' and staring steadfastly
-out of the window.
In about fifteen minutes there
awas a little bustle of arrival in the
next room. M. Dupignac lifted a
Nottingham lace curtain which
shielded the glazed upper half of
ethe door of communication, and
placing his finger on his lip with a
d truly French gesture, pointed to a
in faded and shabby garments, but
with magnificent pale yellow hair
floating like a glory down over her
'By Jove!' ejaculated the squire,
'that's a splendid head of hair!'
M. Dupignac shrugged his shoul
ders. 'She offered to sell it to us
this morning,' said he; 'but we had
not then an opportunity to dispose
of it. It is to succor her needy
mother, poor lamb! They are poor
'You know them, then?' ques
tioned the squire.
'I know them well. Ah,' added
M. Dupignac, sentimentally, 'how
one has pity for the poor!'
'I'll buy it,' promptly interrupted
Squire Postlethwaite. 'There's no
danger of any scarlet fever or
smallpox there. She's as fresh as
a rose and as clear as a pink. What
will it cost ?'
'Look at the thickness ! Look
at the length of that chet'elure!'
cried this ecstatic Frenchman. 'It
is cheap-positively dirt cheap-at
fifty dollars. But to secure mon
'Ill take it,' said the squire, with
M. Dupignac motioned to Mad
emoiselle Laure. Mademoiselle
Laure tapped a tiny silver call-bell,
and a white-aproned man in the
next room, who looked like a bar
ber in disguise, went ruthlessly to
work shearing away the long yellow
locks. As one by one he dropped
them into a flat willow basket at
his side, the girl put her pocket
handkerchief to her eyes and visi
'Poor girl! poor child !' said
Squire Postlethwaite, feeling an
uncomfortable sensation of tight
ness in the region of his heart.
'It's a shame-but then, if she's
compelled to part with it, I may as
well buy as any one else. Here,
you, monsieur, just give her this
ten-dollar bill over and above the
bargain. I can't endure to see a
pretty girl cry-never could.'
Which, if the reader pauses to re
flect, made Mrs. Postlethwaite's
switch come very dear..
However, the squire trudged off,
with the yellow treasure neatly
packed in one of the long paste
oard boxes. For he sat and wait
ed for it to be woven into a stem,
sooner than be in any wise deceived
by any article that was not the gen
'At all events.' chuckled the squire
to himself, 'I've outgeneraled the
New Yorkers this time. I've
proved to 'em that I'm not to be
put off with the trimmings of their
hospitals, nor any of their trashy
imported stuff, brimful of ship fe
ver and infection. To be sure, it
has cost a good deal, but I don't
believe Polly will grudge the price
when she hears all about it.'
This was Squir'e Postlethwaite's
last day in the great metropolis,
and toward afternoon he completed
his various errands to his entire
satisfaction, and started off down
Cortlandt street on a brisk walk to
take the four o'clock train, which
would land him within a few miles
of his beloved peach farm, when,
all of a sudden, emerging from a
narrow side street, whom should
he meet but the golden haired dam
sel who had cried so meltingly at
having her tresses cut away that
self-same morning in the Centen
nial Hair Emporium ! And at the
same moment, with a little bob of
a courtesy, the golden haired dam
sel proved to him that the recogni
tion was mutual.
"It is!l' cried the squire, drop
ping two or three bundles in his
bewilderment. 'No, it isn't ! Yes,
it is !'
For the face and eyes and pretty
itle childish dimples on cheek and
chin were the same, but, lo and be
hold ! a luxuriant braid of aureate
hair was coiled around and around
the head under' the natty little felt
hat with its bluebird's wing.
'I'm much obliged for the ten
dollas, sir,' said the girl. 'Gentle
men isn't generally so liberal.'
'B-but your hair ?' stuttered our
squire, scarcely able to credit the
evidence of his own senses.
'Oh, dear, sir, it wasn't my hair
at all,' said the girl. 'It's jrist a
lot that M. Dup.iguac keeps on
and, mounted on invisible netting,
nd it ain't clipped off at all. only
loosened from the net by a hook
on the end of the scissors. Some
of the customers likes it cut direct
from the head-gentlefolks has all
sorts of whims-and 31. Dupignac
keeps me for a blonde, and Mary
Anne Perkins for a brunette. We
rolls up our own hair boy fashion,
and it don't show unless you get
very close. I wouldn't have told
on him, neither,' with a little toss
of the head, 'if it hadn't been for
his wanting to crib all the extra
ten dollars for himself.'
Squire Postlethwaite drew a long
breath. He began to be painfully
conscious that he had not 'outgen
eraled' the city people so complete
ly as he had imagined, after all.
Should he go back, he asked him
self, to 3. Dupignac's Centennial
Hair Emporium, and punch the
head of that distinguished foreign-'
er ? or should he report the whole
matter at police headquarters ? or
-perhaps best and most sensible
course of all-should he take the
originally proposed four o'clock
train, go back to the Jersey peach
farm, and keep his own counsel
forever and a day ?
Squire Postlethwaite decided in
favor of the latter proposition. He
went home with his golden switch
in its box, gave it to Polly with a
kiss, and never told her of his ad
And to this day she doesn't know
how much it cost. 'Where igno
rance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise.'
BROADBRIM'S NEW YORK
The National Academy of Design: its Rise and
History-Prof. Morse-John Trumbull
High-priced Pictures-Artists' Strug
gles---Tweed's Confession- Anna
Dickinson-Hard Times for the
Etc., etc., etc.
On a frosty morning on the 8th of
November, of 1826, a little band of
seedy artists stood around the door of
a building on Broadway, then occupied
in part by the American Academy of
Arts, an institution which had been
founded by a party of private gentle
men in 1802. The pathway of the
young artists in those days was any
thing but smooth. Several American
painters had obtained a local celebrity.
The pictures of Jarvis, Peale, Stuart
and Trum bull were highly valued at
home ; and abroad, Copely and Ben
jamiin West had earned the highest
honors of the Royal Academy. But
the practical burghers, whose offices
were between Old Trinity and Coentics
Slip, were too intent on the fluctuations
of sugar and tobacco, rumn and niggers,
to trouble themselves about paint-pots
or canvass, on which they looked down
in supreme and silent contempt. The
bitter wind swept down Broadway,
and the poor artists huddled together
to save themselves as much as possible
from the cruel biting blast. In the
group was a spare, sad-looking young
man, whose face refiectcd from the
canvass of In man may still be seen on
the walls of the H-istorical Association.
His countenance was pale and thought
ful, and his costuri.e mean and shabby,
but the high thoughtful brow and the
square firm set mouth marked him as
a leader even then, though none could
have dreamed that in the silent young
man before them was one whose name
was destined to ring to the farthest
ends of the earth, and on whose menm
ory posterity would wreathe the crown
of immortality. That man was Prof.
S. B. F. Morse, the inveu'tor of the
telegraph, then a poor, struggling
artist, fighting for his daily bread.
By a singular and arbitrary rule of
the trustees of the art association, the
young artists were only allowed to
practice within its walls between the
hours of six and eight in the morning.
This provision will be better under
stood when it is remembered that in
those days the working classes were
all at their work by six o'clock. Sam
Iorse, as lie was called by his com
panions, mounted the steps and made
a speech, he expatiated on the wrongs1
of the suffering artists, he denounced
the tyranny of the directors, and led
the party down to a back chamber in
the~ old Almsho'use, at the rear of the
Ciy flall, and there, -in a cheerless
room, destitute of fire on that misera
le winter morning, ws laid thn foun
dation of the present National Acade- h
my of Design. Its first years, like
that of many other institutions, were v
years of struggle and sorrow ; poverty t
and indifference often made its found- h
ers think of abandoning it to its fate; v
but a few of the more determined still a
kept on, and it is the boast of the ji
academy that for fifty years it has a
never intermitted a single annual
It has been said, and doubtless be- h
lieved by many, that artists were n
thoroughly unpractical in business o
matters; yet here is a body-the I
working power of which is composed p
entirely of artists-which has suc- al
3ecded, in the course of fifty years, in a:
stablishing a school of art in our o1
midst, the foremost of the kind in g
America, whose property to-day is ti
wvorth not less than half a million of c
dollars. This, considering the poverty tl
)f its founders, their business inex- cl
perience, and the indifferent support b
they at- times received from the public, c<
may be regarded as one of the most E
successful financial ventures of our 1
The Exhibition of this year exceeds ft
that of any which has preceded it ; all c<
he rooms are full, and the average s
work, if not on the highest plane of I
art, at least reaches a standard of 1
which any American may feel proud.
he building is on the corner of P
rwenty-third street and Fourth Ave- 01
nue, and is of a mixed style of archi
tecture, called Venetian-Gothic. It is ti
3urrounded by excellent company, the g
Young Men's Christian Association w
being immediately opposite. In close n
proximity are the churches of Dr. Bel- h
lows, Dr. Hall, and other eminent s<
divines. The Union Club House, on E
an oblique corner, vouches for its loy- tl
alty, while Barnum's great Hippo- i
drome, a block or two above, furnishes r<
them with a wholesome and moral I
amusement, whieh I believe has the h
indorsement of the church militant tl
throughout the civilized world, its is
standing representatives being the ft
Fat Woman and Tattooed Man, the a
Fiji Mermaid and the What is It, a
whose remarkable developments haveh
given a new zest to our ethnological b
But to return to my muttons. The t4
exhibition is superb. 'Lots of old ti
friends are there, and we recognizes
many that are new. David and East- a
man Johnson, James and William d
Hart, Beard, De Haas and Porter haved
entered admirable pictures. Bierstadt d
has a large picture called the "Moun
tain Lake," bearing the strong indi-h
vidual handmarks which characterized
the "Heart of the Andes" and "Yo
semite Valley." Moran and Gifford
have some lovely studies. In the
space afforded me, it is not possible ~
to give even a slight sketch of the 0
admirable works in this exhibition.
I am compelled to pass by the great
pictures and only pause to notice one 0
of the least. It is a sketch by J. G. Y
Brown, entitled "Going to the Cen-k
tennial." "A couple of village hood- s
lums have mounted a cooper's horse ;
they have placed an old saddle on it l
and mounted an American flag on the P
block that holds the stave; the boy is
astride and the girl is mounted side- h
ways, with her arm around the waist
of her juvenile cavalier, and from theb
pleased look of both parties there does h
not appear to be the slightest doubt
of reaching the great Certennial. t
"The Tramp," by Eastman Johnson,
is one of the marked pictures of the
exhibition and treats of a subject
which appeals to all the finer feelings
of those who own hen-roosts or corn- Jy
But I must leave the xesthetics "
and conme down to the common-place l(
matters of every-day life, and as you 0
have by this time the details of Tweed's a:
confession, it is needless to tell you Y'
that there was quite a lively time in h
both the camps of the Israelites and c4
Philistines. Bothbpolitical parties ap-..
pear to be mixed up in the affair, i
though it is certain that a good deal d
f the World's so-called confession g
was cut out of whole cloth by a Bo- ti
hemian who had never seen the paper.
entle Annie, otherwise known as P
Anna Dickinson, came to grief on
Monday night at the Eagle theater,
windingr up one of the most disastrous
ngageents of the season, She gave i
bhe critics Hail. Columbia; pitched p1
into Josh Hart, the manager, and is si
aow the dlefendant in a suit for dam- rt
ges, minus a portion of her wardrobe, w
which the manager holds as collateral st
merity for his imnaired purse Anna 01
as indeed secured a crown of thorns.
The police, are after the gamblers
ith a sharp stick. On Tuesday last
iey wade a sudden descent on a
ouse in Hester street. The gamblers
ere taken completely by surprise,
ad one of them, attempting to escape,
imped out of a third story window
Ad broke both his legs.
The millenium is not far off. Gen
,al Roger A. Pryor, ex-Confederate,
as been invited to deliver the me
orial address before the Grand Army
the Republic on next Decoration
ay. The whisky men and the Tem
arance Brotherhood have just had an
nicable meeting at East New York,
id after a mutual admiration of each
her's good qualities, parted with a
meral hand-shaking, the whisky men
Linking that the Brotherhood was
)mposed of jolly good fellows, and
ie Brotherhood arriving at the con
usion that the devil is not half so
ack as he is painted. Result of the
mnference : No more free whisky in
ast New York on Sunday. Jerry
[eCauley, the converted prize-fighter,
making it lively on the west side
r the black sheep and the goats, his
)ngregation being made up of ragged
nuers for whom there is no place in
:oly Trinity or the Tabernacle. They
*e having a lively time in Brooklyn
ith their school-boys; two of them
>isoned themselves for love last week;
ie succeeded in shuffling off this
ortal coij, and the other did not, as
ie druggist, suspecting his purpose,
ive him borax instead of arsenic,
bich made him very sick, but has
)t cured him of his love; and now
a swears he'll try it over again as
ion as he gets a chance. Another
noch Arden has just turned up in
le person of Yacub Schwineholtz,
ho went out in one of our German
giments at the beginning of the war.
acub was reported dead, and during
is absence his widow got married
iree times. She succeeded in plant
ig each of her husbands a good six
et under ground; from one she got
farm, from another a brick house,
3d from the third ten thousand dol
*rs in cash. The last one had been
urnied just a month when Yacub
irned up, and the triple widow, true
her first love, at once acknowledged
ie validity of Yacub's claim. She
it him up in a first-class beer saloon,
3d when I interviewed him the other
ay, he said, "Dot he dought dot vos
e pudiest dings dot he efer heard
ot de old voomans vos midy schmard
-he vos clad dot he vent avay, un
e yos mnidy clad dot he got back
ot vos owl dot he got to say aboud
Theaters are running full, so full in
ect that they do not consider it worth
bile to change their bills. No signs
rabatement at the Union Square;
The Danicheffs" can run until next
'inter if they see fit. Standing room
aily is your fate unless you secure
cur seats or go early. Daly still
eeps on the "Princess Royal," and
1e is filling his coffers with gold.
he beautiful Miss Neilson is under
ned here, and for her advent great
reparations are being made.
The United Ministers of Brooklyn
eld a temperance convention the other
ight and resolved to move with un
roken front on the friends of free
ger and gin.
The weather has been miserable;
iree days of continuous rain, and no
gn of clearing.
Yours truly, BROADBRIM.
~il is well filled with inmates.
ine tenths of all persons arrested
the county are young, hearty
ioking negroes from 18 to 25 years
Ld. It is a usual remark, even
nong the colored people, that the
>ung will not work if they can
alp it. It is very seldom that a
>lored man who was raised before
nancipation fails to make a good,
,wabiding citizen, but their chil
ren are too often permitted to
cow up in lazy idleness, and when
trown upon their own resources
iey nothing about work, and sup
>rt themselves by' pilfering.
([Cambridge ( Md.) News.
Children must have love inside
,e house and fresh air, and good
ay, and some good companion
tip outside-otherwise young life
mns the greatest danger in the
orld of withering, or growig
unted, or, at best, prematurely
da nd tined inward on itself.
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and 75 cents for each subsequent;insertioz .
Double column advertisements ten per cent.
Notices of meetings, obituaries andftributes
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tisers, with liberal deduictionsjon above rates.
DONE WITH NEATNESS AND DISPATCH.
"CANKER IN THE BUD."9
You watch its development with
expectant solicitude-the choice,
exquisitely moulded bud which pro
mises to unfold with the perfect
flower. You perhaps think how it
will adorn the drawing-room vase,
and anticipate the pleasure of show
ing it to your flower-loving friends.
But some morning you find its head
drooping, its fragrance fled, and an
ugly purple spot on one of the del
icately-tinted petals. It is the poet's
"canker in~ the bud." -How often
the loathsome canker blights the
cherished "infant blossoms" in our
household gardens-those human
buds which give earnest of a bril.
liant future. The noisomne canker,
so long concealed-scrofula--at
length reveals its dreaded presence
and to our bright hopes succeeds
the most agonizing fear, for we
know the fatal sequel it portends
pulmonary consumption. It is es
ral proposes the introduction of
nostal cards serving for all coun