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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c,
Vol. XIX. NEWBERLRY, S. C., THURSDAY, -AUGUST 23, 1883.,o 4
4
ERALD
IS PUBLISHED
:4Y THURSDAY MORNING,
kt Newberry, S. C.
BY THOg. F. GREREKIR,
Editor and Proprietor.
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ime for which it Is paid.
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" I
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Which are
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Call and examine my stock and prices.
EDUARD SCHDLTZ.
Nov. 21, 47-tf.
GLENN SPRINGS,
SPARTANBURG CO,, S. C,
The Proprietors of this Celebrated
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that it will be opened this Season on
the 1st of May under the same man
agement as last year.
TERMS OF BOARD.
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Per month. .. .. .. .. ..30 00
Children under ten years of age and
colored servants, half price. Liberal
reductions for large faimilies.
Messrs. A. Tanner & Son, will run a
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and Gleanxs, making the best rail roadl
connection.
gW Special attenmtionm given to ship
pigo SIPSON & SI1PSON,
May 3, tf. Proprietors.
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Apr 11 6
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DONALD'S WIFE.
-0
When Donald McKeon married
his ward, Jessie Sumner, many of
his friends said he had made a mis
take.
She was a merry, laughing girl
of eighteen, fresh from school; and
he, her father's old friend, a quiet,
self-contained man of thirty-five,
and it can scarcely be wondered
at that many wise heads were shak
en over the ill-assorted match.
Jessie had always stood a little
in awe of the quiet, stern man, who
had been a frequent visitor at her
father's house during his lifetime.
But she was quite unprovided
for and Donald Mc Keon was
wealthy; and when he asked her to
be his wife in a matter-of-fact way,
very much as he might have asked
her to be his house-keeper, it seemed
the easiest way to solve the trouble
some problem of her life; and be
sides this, she knew her father to
have been under obligations to him,
and more than suspected that the
three years she had spent at a fash
ionable school since her father's
death had been at his expense.
And so they were married, and
he took her to the old home that
his family had owned and occupied
for generations.
It was quite a stately house, sur
surrounded by handsome, old-fash
ioned grounds. But a little time
ago it had been quite on the su
burbs, but the city had reached out
ever-encroaching arms until now it
was surrounded by stately rows of
brown stone and glaring new
bricks.
But in spite of its great, hand
somely-furnished rooms, its stores
of plate and fine linen, and the
bright, old-fashioned garden at the
back, it seemed a dreary prison to
the laughter-loving girl-wife.
Mr. McKeon had done what he
could to brighten the old rooms,
and had built a large conservatory,
knowing that Jessie was fond of
flowers, and she might have been
quite happy had he known more of
the ways and needs of women.
But he had always been devoted
to business, caring littie for the
society of women, and knowing lit
tle of them, except the grim, old
spinster aunt who had presided
over his house since his mother's
death, until he brought his young
wife home.
It never occurred to him that it
was a dreary sort of life for a girl
like Jessie, alone in the gloomy old
house all day, with only the ser
vants and the ghosts of bygone
generations for company.
And when she grew pale and
listless, and lost her old elasticity
of spirits, a fear that had haunted
him sincc his wedding day took
possession of him and poisoned his
life-a fear ,that she had married
him for home and position and al
ready regretted her choice.
Gladly would he have given her
back her liberty had that been pos
sible. But being a sensitive, un
demonstative man, he let her see
nothing of this, but rather shrank
from her because of the wrong he
felt he had done her, and came and
went and made no sign.
And then people began to dis
cover that Mrs. KcKeon was a very
charming woman, and her husband'
a wealthy and influential man, and
invitations . began to pour in upon
her.
And Jessie plunged into this
new life of fashionable dissipation
with a zest that was the natural
reaction from the gloom and lone
liness of the past year.
At first her husband accompanied
her wherever she went, for he had
somewhat old-fashioned notions as
to what was right and fitting for
women to do.
But it was a life nie utterly de
tested. It interfered with his busi
ness, and he looked below the sur
face and saw the hollow falsehood
it was after all, and it grated on his
fine ideas of truth and sincerity.
Perhaps he was somewhat dicta
torial in his manner of telling her
this; perhaps she imagined so. But
when he urged the pqint she re
belled against his assumption of au
thority.
It was their first quarrel and their
last, but it was a very bitter
one.
She spoke cruel, stinging words,
that rankled and hurt him the more
that he had learned to love her so
dearly, as only reserved, self-con
tained men such as he can love,
and then only when they hoard all
the treasures of their nature to
lavish it in the middle life on the
one woman who is their fate.
After that he opposed her in
nothing, but it was though a great
wall of ice had risen between
them.
He devoted himself to business,
and she became the acknowledged
leader of the most exclusive circle in
the city.
She was madly extravagant. She
made the old house a marvel of
aesthetic beauty, and entertained
like a princess.
Mrs. McKeon's toilets, jewels
and dinners became the models for
her set.
Men worshiped her beauty; but
for all their flatteries she had the
same :mile of cold contempt, and
no mar was bold enough to venture
beyoud the merest commonplace.
And so the years passed, and
each one drifted them farther apart,
until they seldom met, except at
their cwn grand entertainments.
Each year she become more the
slave of fashion, and he of his
office. But through it all he loved
her with an undying love, and his
one thought was to gratify her
every whim.
And when the dark days came
when slips that were sent out
freighted with costly wares went
down and were heard of no more
when houses that seemed stable as
granite failed, and his wealth
seemed welting away like a snow
wreath, hiE only thought was for her;
and thought each;day his hair grew
whiter, and his form grew stooped
with bending over the long columns
of figures in which the balance was
always on the wrong side he whis
pered, "For her sake," and strug
gled on and denied her nothing.
And evea on the day when he
came' home, knowing that all his
efforts had availed him nothing and
he was a poor man, his only regret
was for her. that he would never
more be ablc to give her the things
for which she had bartered so
much.
He went into the grand,,old li
brary, which was almost the only
room in the house that remained un
changed, and tried to collect his
thoughts. How would he tell her?
was the question that reiterated it
self through his brain, and for the
first time in his life Donald Mc
Keon was a coward.
The thought came to him of how
she had chafed at her bonds when
they were gilded would bear the
closer relations a straitened income
would entail.
And he resolved that this at
least he would spare her. After all
his obligations were met there
would be someth4ng left, not more
than she had often lavished on one
dinner, perhaps, but still enough
to keep her from absolute want.
Jessie should have this, and he
would go away and work for her
and dream of her, but never again
trouble her with his presence.
He sat down and wrote a letter,
telling her this simply, directly,
and with the great love he bore her
breathing through every word.
The servant had told him she
would not be in for some time, and
he took the not~e himself up to her
room.
It was a dainty place, brig~ht as
unbounded wealth and an exquisite
taste could make it.
He left the note on her toilet
table, lingering for a moment to
touch caressingly the costly articles
that were scattered about,.- all
breathing of her presence.
When he returned to the library
the early dusk was falling. A ser
vant came, bringing lights, but he
dismissed him impatiently, and a
few moments later heard the sound
of wheels and the sweet voice of his
wife in the hall giving some di
rections.
At length the silence becafne un
bearable, and he seated himself at
the piano. In his old bachelor
dasmusic had been his passion,
but in these latter years of feverish
struggle he had found no time for
it. But when his fingers touched
the keys all the despair, the pain
and longing in his heart found
voice in the rich chords that filled
the room.
He played on, and gradually the
burden was lifted. Musie gave him
the comfort she ever gives to those
who truly love her. It was no
longer a wail of despair, but a
psan of thanksgiving for victory
gained.
So absorbed was he that he did
not hear a soft footstep enter the
room. A hand was laid on his
shoulder, and a tremulous voice
said:
"Donald."
His hand came down with a sud
den discord on the keys. It was
the first time Jessie had ever called
him by that name.
le turned and saw her standing
there in her dressing-gown of soft
cashmere. The firelight was send
ing long rays down the stately
gloom of the library, and she look
ed very beautiful against the rosy
background.
"You read my letter, Jessie?"
"Yes; and I am sorry for your
sake, Donald; you have worked so
hard for your wealth."
"Do not think of me, Jessie. It
is not for myself I care. I am not
afraid of poverty. But, oh, my
child, if I could save you from its
sting ! If it were at the sacrifice
of my own life, as heaven is my
witness, I would nor spare it !"
She came close to him and laid
her hands in his.
"Donalcd there is a better thing
you can give me than wealth can
buy. Give me back the love I so
madly threw away. Let me work
with you and help you, and I will
bless the day that made us poor !"
"Jessie," he said, "gre you sure
of this? Do not try to deceive me.
Do not say it if is not true. I could
go away now and learn to bear it,
but to open my heart to this new
hope and then find I was mistaken
would kill me!"
"Donald, do you think I am'
made ofrstone-that I could know
all your kindness and patience all
these years, and not learn to love
you? Oh, so often I have longed
to kneel at your feet and ask
your forgiveness, but I believed I
had forfeited your love by my
folly."
"And you will not regret the loss
of wealth and luxury?" he said, in
credulously, "and can be happy
with only my love?"
"You forget papa and I were
poor before I married you, Donald,
and I was happier in those old
days than I have ever been since I
learned to hate the things that cost
me so much, and envy the poorest
woman happy in her husband's
love."
He turned, the sweet, tear-wet
face to the firelight, and bent down
and looked into her eyes. And
then he took her close in his arms.
"My darling-oh, my darling !"
he said, softly.
And in their hearts there was a
gladness that all the treasures of
the wor! 'nuld not buy.
THE PATRIOTIC WIDOW OF
THE CONGAREE.
BY BENsoN J. LOssING, LL. D.
I was at Fort Motte Station, near
the Congaree River, in South Caro
lina, on a bright frosty morning in
January, 1849.
"Will you direct me to the Fort1
Motte plantation," I said to a lad.
Pointing up a gentle' slope, he
said: "On the top o' the hill is
Mr. Loves house, which they call
Fort Motte. It is only a short
walk from here up that dirt road."
At the summit I found a very
aged man, with thin white hair rest
ing upon a log by the wayside.
"Is that Fort Motte?" I inquired,
pointing toward a fine house for the
region, standing on the high rolling
plain which sloped to the swamps
on every side..
"So they call it," he said; but it
ain't the fort we tuck from the
British more'n sixty year ago,
burnt 'em out, you may say."
"Were yotr one of its captors?" I
asked.
"I reckon I was," replied the old
man. "D'ye see that scar?" point
ing to his fore-arm bared of his
sleeve. "A red-coat's bullet made
it in a scrimmage afore the siege.
I was Harry's leftenant. Harry,
you know, was Marion's right-hand
man when hunting Tories. He
stuttered when hurried. Comin'
suddenly on' a Tory camp, one
night, he wanted to tell us to fire
quick. He said, "Fi-fi-B-S
Shoot, darn ye !" and we blazed
away in the dark."
"Why was this called Fort
Motte?" I inquired.
"Bless your soul !" said the old
soldier with animation. "Don't
you know Becky Motte lived here?
Mighty plucky woman was Becky
Motte. A purty woman too; as
purty as. a pictur, though she was
well-nigh forty year old, and had a
darter married to Gineral Pinok
ney. She was a Charleston lady,
and this was her best country house,
-a healthy place. The British
druv Becky and her little darters
out of h"r house, dug a big ditch
all around it, piled-up a high bank
of dirt around the edge of the ditch,
and :so made a fort of it; a purty
strong fort agin muskets and rifles. It
was a nice house, but not so line as
Mr. Love's which Becky built right
away after the war. I helped draw
timber to build it.
"The British drove Mrs. Motte
and her family out of her house,
did they? Where did they go?"
I asked.
"To ' her overseer's on yonder
hill," he replied. "Becky was a
rich widder; lost her husband early
in the war, and lived here in the
sumiyer. At that farm-house she
showed raal grit that made us all
feel as if we could willingly die for
her; yes, die for her."
"How did she show grit?" I
asked, as I seated myself on the
log by the side of the veteran.
"Well, you see," said the old
patriot, as his voice waxed stronger
by the stimulus of vivid recollee
tions, "they had her house, and five
hundred red-coats were in and
around it. Leftenant-Colonel Lee
-Legion Harry, you know-adash
ing young trooper only twenty-five
year old, had joined us with his
light-horsemen, and we all pushed
forward, horse and foot, for this
place to drive off the Britishers.
That very mornin' some troopers
from Charleston come to the fort
with dispatches for Lord Rawdon
at Camden. They were about to
leave, when we appeared at Becky's
farm-house. They were skeered
and didn't go. Lee had a little
six-pounder, which he placed in
battery on the knoll yonder. The
red-coats had no artillery; and so
we had 'em we reckoned."
"Who were Lee's troopers?" I
asked.
"Mostly young .Virginians, I
reckon, ready to go wherever his
country needed brave men. He
was a handsome young man, with
large black eyes and brown hair.
The gay uniform of his men made
the homespun clothes of Marion's
brigade look meaner than ever.
But we had the grit as well as
they."
"How did you take the fort with
only that little field piece?" I in
quired.
"Lee dismounted his troopers,
led 'em into a narrow hollow up to
a shop way from the fort, and with
the help of some negroes, began to
dig toward it, and throw up breast
works, while we took post at the
field-piece to defend it insse the
red-coats should come out and at
tack us. They were ordered to
surrender. They said they wouldn't.
Just then we heard that Rawdon was
retreating from Camden, and had
sent troops to join the garrison at
Fort Motte. That very night their
camp fires were seen on a hill not
far away. The sight made us live
ly, I tell ye. Something must be
done quickly. To batter down
their works with our baby cannon,
or reach them by digging trenches,
would take too much time. But
Lee was up to anything.
"We must burn 'em out," he
said.
"The shingles on the house were
dry as tinder, for the sunshine was
hot on that day at the middle of
May. 'I can send fire to 'em with
arrows,' said Lee, 'and they'll blaze
in a minute,' But he didn't like to
do it. Becky Motte was his friend,
her son-in-law was his friend; but
heg thought of his country first, and
his frie~nds afterwards. When he
mentioned it to Beelky, the plucky
woman clapped her haagds, and said,
Good ! good ! Do it if - you car
Burn the house if they won't sm
render!' Wasn't that raal grit
raal patriotism?
"Lee sent -another order for th
red-coats to surrender. They knc
help was nigh, and they wouldn'
do it. 'Have you a man who ca
shoot straight with a bow and a
row?' he asked Marion. 'Yes,' th
Gineral said: 'Nathan Savage i
as good a shot as any Indian."
"A bow an arrows were quickl;
made and taken to Lee's head
quarters at the farm-house, witl
Nathan. He tried thebow
said, 'It ain't strong enough.
darter,' said Becky to her y
who married Colonel Alston, 'ri
and git the Indian bow and arrowa
Turpentime torches were fastenec
to two or three of the arrows, an
Nathan sent them like blaziai
stars straight to the roof. Th
shingles smoked, and we hurrahed
They blazed, and we shouted. Th
red-coats ran up, and began t
knock off the burning shingles
Shots from the six-pounder rake
the loft, and sent Britishers scamp
ering pell-mell below. Purty soo;
a white flag was seen waving, an
at noon we had 'em; the red coat
were all our prisoners. Warn't w
happy fellers ! I didn't mind th
bullet hole in my arm a bit, jis
then. Becky Motte, plucky Beck;
Motte, was as happy as any of us
though her fine house was in ruins
She invited the British officers, a
well as ours, to her farm-house t
lunch; and, perfect lady as she wa
everywhere, she was as purlite t
her country's enemies as to it
friends.
"While we were at the- table,
continued the old soldier, "wor
came to our gineral that some c
hip. men were 'amusin' themselve
by hanging Tories. Marion hurrie
out, and, with his drawn sword, -ra
to the spot in time to save the lil
of one of 'em. It was Tom Caa
ningham, who died at Kingstre
last year. The gineral threatene
to kill any man who should attemp
to, harm another prisoner. A jus
man, a brave man, a Christian mu
was General Marion."
When the venerable soldier ha
finished his narrative, I strolled t
the mansion of Mr. Love, where
spelt several hours very pleasant13
Hesaid the narrator was a worth
pensioner, and a man of truth; an
the traditions of the country an
official reports were In- generi
agreement with his story of the ca]
ture of Fort Motte by Lee and Ma
ion. I wrote the old soldier'is naxs
on a scrap of paper, soon lost It, an
have been unable to recall it.-J
S. Times.
A WHISKEY TRAGEDY.
TEE TERTR2 EMUILT Or TE-sPERM
A YOUNG CIVIL ENGNE.
From the City ofKwalco Two Rpublies.
A terribly sad and tragic ever
occurred at Acambaro, in the Stat
of Michoacan, the present to
minus of the Mexican Nationi
Railway. A number of men wer
seated at the supper table in th
Hotel Diligence, a place frequente
by railroad men whose busines
called them there, when Mr. F.1~
Syberg, a man about 28 years <
age, employed as civil engineer b
the Mexian National road, entere
the room, greatly under the it
fluence of liquor. He walked u
to one of the men at the table a
in afew moments there was a Yi<
lent dispute between the two ove
some trival matter. It ended i
Syberg's exclaiming: "nIl shoc
you!'"
Seated at another table close u
hand wd a young man named I
B. Mc Cabe, who was in the emplo:
ment of the road as a line repairez
He had strapped to his belt a pii
tol in its holster. Syberg, at tl
time of making his threat to shoo
was unarmed, but noticing 3I
Cabe, who was a friend of his, e
at hand with a pistol in sight, b
rushed over to him and attempte
to snatch it from its holster in o
der to shoot the other man.
Cabe, who was perfectly sobe
jumped to his feet, clapped h
hands to his weapon and exclainci
"Leave that alone, sir. I don
allow any man-I don't care If I
is my best friend-to take my pi
tal from its hobster
aad Samm fa
eoabove.
or .espect,a s.s sm aamerin ,_
adveehemadmms .
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ber of imuetioes w81l be k i OSE
S peeaewt asude with se
dirs, wit ttberal dedefts O?a
JOB FPRIAT M
DONE WrH NZAJM s AM,Dm5
TERMS CASH.
This action on M wis- t p .
both surprised and
- syberg, who- thereupon lst
thought of the originalquareL
D turning on M ads, .amint
R to him a terrible togos-lm
t McCabe is reported to have stoAl
1 the same for some time, and a
- to have got up and sarted I m '
room at the depbt. Spb I.
ed him toward the ho(isi,: nd
Cable said: "Go away, and
bother me amy more I
to hurt you, bense I know- =f%
i regret this when you
I In spite ofaU eatreatson
Syberg persiited.in -bis.ainse;
had-folowed MoOb to th.
of the latter's room In
manner, when McCabe
him and gave him a terrible
on the nose with his fist, a
knocked him to the floor. Y
arose bleeding 'and rashed o:
- the room. In fewminuteahb9i
turned with his pistolin hb
McCabe saw him coming, boe
and jumping intbisroom
the door an d beho,
keep8yberg out.
a Syberg gave the door acoupfc4e
shoves, and finding that he eM;
not make it yield he d*ew h ;'y
aimed his pistol at the door, e
a deliberately fired live shots th
it. He then ran to the entranmse
the depot, and stopped to see
had been the seeat of his
' In a second . oghbe ope b
door of his room and
out, bleeding profsely '
wounds in hie Wr abo e-e
a' the five shots having taken
Shihnd habedaco
ver.
"Boys," he gasped, "I'm
I'~lbe a dead man inside
minutes, buttIm going to kiE
mnan who shot mne."
bend the .itnation them
out inde the ope.awmi
c aught sigtof him'a.W
the door- and apparentl
with superhuman strengtk
ed on arun afterhtis eig
ant. He ran about -lve inen
feet swiftly, and was withintj
yards of the fleeting man,
he pulled up short, took
aim and fired. The ball s$ia
Syberg in the back of the -hia
and came ont of his mouth, Jresk
ing his jawbone. Themaoment
was struck Syberg stag lea
ward and fell bleeding ~
ground. McCbe rushed Ia
grabbed him by thehir
him faee up, and then, wi
had already set, he psd~
mussle of his pito agminst
r marble forehd and blew tkhi
top of 8yberg's head oL
pointing the pistol to the
his fallen, and, by this timsd
t sailant, he fired the rm~lghu
e charges of his pistol into thio4
-The last shot had been frd*p
I Osabe stood for one moment upskta
e the horrible scene-its terrible.
reality apeared to fill his,nind for
i the moment-he started back-.
his useless weapon jfell from high
hand-his senses ree1ed-.he sa.
gard fw tes,the death m~
gaterd oerhis eyes, he reeled
and then just as the horrified
I spectators came rushing to
.scene, he fell, and to the
who knelt by hismsde,h hi4
in his dying breath:' "I'm sorrys
Jim, for this-I didn't want todo&
-it-I didn't want to kill him-4
r I"-the gasps grew greater-4Q
whispered words wore hard tK'
~~catch-"I couldn't hepit, Tnei
'twas he shot me andl had idd
it; telegraph to the folks at hom
.t Jim-its hard to die this was, ~i,
, and I'm very sorry it
and the w o
-the glassy eyes took on the
- fixed stare of death-thea
e had followed his poor ines
sailant on his journey ro
Smysterious river into the dark m
penetrable beyvond.
Mr.S8yberg, when sober,~a
a deemed one of e the s -
d feBlows of the .road-kind, eS,
r. obliging in every way and Un$
I y competent, he was
esteemed. He was
S who isas ivlemgine, -
I. Mr. Mo0pbe was at
Sresident of Pens$ana
to comngto M mMis -
* town near Boneaain &
was a sober, inn.u n
Iaa n -sas

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