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THE PICKENS SENTINEL.
_ __ DEVOTBD TO POLITICS, MORALITY, EDUCATION AND ro THE GENERAL INTEREST OF THE COUNTRY.
VQL- V- PICKENS7s cTrTHURSDAY7^0VEMBlinO ~ -
From the AugUBta Chroniote and Sentinel*
Mississippi and South CarolinaTho
eplondid victory won by tho
Mississippi Domocracy is liold up as
an examplo for tho imitation of tho
Consorvativo Domocracy of South
...u 1-1.1 Ji- - * -'i ii
vuruiiiiti, wuu uru voiu unit, n tnoy
will, thoy likewiso can rout tho KacU
icals at tho noxt Stato elootion. Wo
wish that wocould think ho; but South
Carolina is not in tho dcsporalo plight
of Mississippi, and tho nogro majority
is far largor. Thoro is not tho motivo
hero to mako tho sacrifices which wcro
mado in Mississippi. Thoro monoy
wnn riniimrl nut. Illm mninn nmi (!?/%
whitos woro determined to carry the
oloction at any cost. Some plantors
in Mississippi gavo ono half of tho
procoods of thoir cotton crop to tho
olootion fund. Thoro was no holding
baok. Can wo oxpoct such opon
handed giving in South Carolina? Will
ino jjaronnians unuortako to carry
tho oloctiona by forco, knowing bolore
hand that tho wholo oloction mas
ohinory will bo in tho hands of tho
' JRadicals, who havo thirty thousand
negro majority at thoir back? It i8
Woll that wo look boforo wo leap; that
wo roaeon togothor; that wo boar in
mind what has actmillv boon cminod:
V O /
that wo count tho cost of defeat as
well as tho fruits of victory. Wo boliovo
that tho running of a Straight-out
Doraooratic ticket in South Carolina
would sot tho Stato back ton yoars,
and wo know that such a tickot, and
auch a fight, is just what tho Radical
thiovos will egg ub on to, if tlicy can.
?Charleston Nowe and Courier.
Oar Charleston contemporary lias
always despaired of tho possibility of
a Democratic triumph in South Carolina.
Wo aro not astonished that
it gasos in astonisbmont upon tho
glorious victory in Mississidpi, and
doubts and foara for Carolina. Wo
are afraid that this spirit has had
much to do with t.hn nnlit.innl tvnnM/ia
which havo ovorwholmod that Stato.
Tho Democrats havo let "1 daro not
Wftit upon I would" year after year
until now nlono of all tho Southern
States South Carolina in still in tho
toils of Radicalism. Wo stato thoso
things not as a roproach, hut as an
illustration. Wo know Carolinians
to bo a nobio and gallant pooplo, who
havo noglootod no opportunity to hoc
thoir Stftto from tho disgraco of llepubiioan
rule and its nltondant infamios
of misgovornmont and corruption.
But wo boliovo oxporionoo lma
fully shown that thoir policy has boon
unwiso and euioidal.and that it is now
tirao for thom to discard it altoghor.
Wo olaim a right to spoak, for tho
ni?:.i 1 i r. .t
wuiuiuuiu uuu oonunci IB ft CjOUUl Uftl'olina
as woll ns a Goorgia nowspftpor,
and wo boliovo that mfty Cnrolini.
ans will ondorso tho corroctnoHH of our
views.
Tho Nowfl and Couvior Hftys tbftt
South Carolinn is not in tho tlospoix
ofa ni:?ki 1
HWV |siif?iiu wi ill lOainSIjJ JM* 2111 (I LII21L
thoro is not tho motivo thoro to malco
tho saorificos which woro raado in
Mississippi. Wo know something of
tho condition of both Statos, and if
thoro has boon a timo during tho past
ton yoars whon South Carolina was
not as bad off politically as Mississippi
wo should liko to bo informod of tho
dato. Tho debt of South Carolina is
troble that of Mississippi; taxation is
higher, and tho profligacy and corruption
of tho Stato govornmont has boon
greater. But bo tho result of tho
comparison what it may thoro aro fow
Carolinians who will not roadily admit
that tho "plight" of their Stato is
desperate enough to warrant tho
strongest moasuros for its rodomption.
Two years aero Mississippi sont Lamar
to the Houeoof Boprosontrvtivos; what
roBpootfiblo oitizon linn roprosontod
South CArolion in Congross Binco
lOAII Tr 11 . n .1 /-I ii i
louii ai mo oouin vjarounuuiB imvo
not a motivo to mako tho "aaorificoB"
that wore roado in Mississippi tlioy
havo foully slandorod thoir rnlorB.-?
All tho Btato oilloors aro Radicals?
Bomo of tbom nogroos; a majority of
. ? -/ it rt ?
momuon) 01 ino wonorai Assombiy aro
Radical#?many of thorn ignorant and
corrupt nogrooa and carpot baggors;
one of the United Stalos Sonatora in a
oorruptapd unprinoiplod carpot bag.
ger wbo doos not roprosont South
Carolina as much as ho doos Ponnsyls
vanin; ovory CongroHsman is a Hadicul?two
of thom nogroos, and tho
only ono oloctod by Connorvativo
votoa tho miscogouating Mnckoy; tho
.Tll'lfrOH mUli + ??? ""??1
0?, ....? miu u.a.v;cyi/iuii?, uro
.Radical partisans; with tlio oxcoption
of tho oxtronio uppor portion of tho
Stato ttio county governments aro all
administered*by incompotont and diss
honost nogroos and carpot baggors,
who plunder tho peoplo at will, llavo
South Carolinians no motivo for rent
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ting rid of such a condition of affairs?
To this question wo think thoro can
bo but ono roply.
What "sacrifices" woro mado by
tho Democracy in Mississippi which
any pooplo would not bo willing to
mako in an effort to socuro froo government
and honost government? Tho
Nowb and Courior says tlmt tho poo^
plo of Mississippi spent "money liko
wator" in ordorto carry tho olcction,
and asks, "can wo oxpoct such opon
handed giving in South Carlina?" If
snch a quostion bo sorioufily asked wo
anawor at onco that tho poplo of South
Carolina aro. just aa patriotic as tho
people of Mississippi, and aro oqually
as capablo of making groat sacrifices.
Thoy will givo and givo freely of
both timo and money to rid their
Stato of tho monstrous Bystom of
sooundrelism which has crushod and
disgraced it for bo many yoars. To
ask such ft question implies ft doubt
which no ono who knows Carolina
find Carolinians shoulduvor ontortain.
The articlo from which wo quoto also
intimates that forco was omployod in
MissifiRinni hv l.hn Dnnmnvula fr?
1 , J ? * ?" V1*"J
ili?j olootion. What ovidonco is thoro
that any unduo moans woro used to
inllucnco that contcst. So far as wo
have soon, absolutely nono. It is
truo that a majority of thirty thousand
votos presents foariul odds to
contend against, but tho oxamploof
Mississippi shows that ovon a moro
formidable majority may bo vanquished.
Two years ago Alcorn was oloctod
vjuvui-Hur uy nuany ioriy inousuna
votes, and yet this itnmonso majority
has boon ovcrcoino. Thcro is hopo
for South Carolina, and with tlio Con?sorvatives
united noxt year upon a
Conservative tielcot they will assuredly
swoop tho Stato.
A Pine Point.?A lovoly manner
of avoiding soa sio.knoss has lately
boon put in practico by an English
travolor. He was on board of a steam
oar crossing tho English Cbannol bo~
twen Dovor and Calais. On (look,
right opposito tho Briton, was seated
a beautiful Fronch actross, who was
going to London, whoro siio had an
ongagomont for a thoatro. Tho Englishman
was kooping his oyos rivotod
I1.A r., 4l.yv --1.
uu tuu iulu ui tuu jiiuj', wiiu?u [>iitionoo
becoming oxhauntod, sho said
to tho islandor: "Why aro j'ou looking
ho pcrsietontly at mo?" Tho gcntloman
auewcrod, with an oxquisito
politonoss: "Madamo, it is said that
to avoid sftaaicknoss ono must rest his
uyuo u|>uu jv niu^iu jiumi/, unu nuu blu])
a singlo momont to look ftt tho son.
You ftro tho point which I havo
choson."
Renewed Interest in Liirrc.? A
Vicksburg wilo informed her huehand
the olhor morning that she was
working herself into the gravo for the
want of a hired girl, and, as ho wont
out, sho leaned back and fell to weeping.
Tho children woro making a
noise in tho hall as he passed out,
and lie called out:
"You want to stop this rackctl ?
Your mother won't livo a wook, and
111K att in ,11 nnf n of ai\ I.???.
? Mtii J wu u ovop Iiiuuiui uuru
next spriug, she won't put up with
ftny such fooling!"
When ho cftino homo to dinner,
his wife mot him with ft smilo and
said:
"Isn't ours a cozy boxnc, Richard,
with only our own little family to
look aftor!"?Vicksburg Herald.
"You'ro always off at nights, Loandor,"
ernid Airs. Spilkins roproachfully
tho otlioi' ovoning. "Yos, my doar,"
ropliod Spilkins. "You'll romembor
ovon when I lii'flt proposod, you coneidorod
mo a protty good offvor."
? V???M
Tho Cornet-A-Piston[FKOM
THE FRENCH.]
"Master Basil. i)lav ua a littlo tuno
/ i y ? " ----wo
want to danco."
"No, my children."
"Why no'd"
"Because I have made a vow not
to."
"To \\ horn?"
"To myselt?to ono who haa gone
?to your poor moiucr, my cnua."
At theso words, 8pokon in a faller
ing tone, a veil of sadness suddenly
covered all tho faces present.
"Oh, if you but knew what it cost
mo to loarn inusiel" continued tho
/-?1 / I men
"The story! tho story!" shouted tho
young people?''tell us tho story!"
"It is in fact quite a story. Listen
then," said Mastor Basil. And sitting
down under a tree, whilst a crowd of
curious young heads formed a circlo
iw ounu mm, no roiatea m tneso words
how ho had studied tho cornet a piston
It is thus that Mazeppa, Lord By ions
hero, likowiso boated nnder a treo
relatod one evoning to Charles XII, a
terrible story of his riding lesson.
But let us listen to Master Basil:
ft will annn lir> tl.! *?/% ..r.
? - ..... WWII UV u u ViifcJ tuiuu JUUl D
since Spain was a proy to civil war
Don Carlos and Isabella were cons
tending for the crown, and the Span,
iards, divided into two camps, shed
their blood in this fratricidal Btrng?
glo I bad a triond a lieutenant of
chasseurs, in the samo battalion as
mvself. tho most ablo man I ovnr
know. Wo hud boon brougli up togotlier?together
wo had graduated
from culcgo. A thousand times had wo
met upon the Game battlefield, lighting
side by side, and wo both wished
to die in the causc of freedom, lie
was eveg, if you ploaso, inoro libornl
than I.
Unfortunately, my friend Kaymond
was the victim of an injustice,
of an abuse of authority?of ono of
those arbitary nets sometimes corns
mitted by high officers in tho armv
which outrage tho moro honorablo
men of this noblo profession. From
that moment tho oflieera resolved to
abandon his soldiers, the friend to
loavo his friend, tho liberal to go
over to tho robels, tho subordinate to
kill his colonel.
i\n my entreaties wero useless to
dissuade him from his project. It
was a sottled thing.
Wo happened to bo at that timo in
tho provinco of xVsturia, threo miles
from tho enemy. Tho night choacn
by Raymond to desert had come?a
cold rainy night: brinerinff with it tno
V ?? / O O "" "
liuicholy thought; wo were to light
tho noxt day. Toward midnight,
just as I was hilling asleop, Raymond
entered my tent.
"Basil 1" ho whispered in my ear.
"Who is there?"
"It is I. Allien!"
nv?.. 1 i_oi?
JL I'II (UU ^^lllg UIIUUUJ'S
"Yes. Good byo;" and ho grasped
iriy firm. "Listen!" lie continued. "If
as wo expoct, tlioro should bo a buttle
to morrow, and it wo moot"?
"I nndorfttand! wn nr?> friAnrla "
" Woll, wo will embrace oaoh other
aud continno to fight, each on his
own aiJo. Aa for myself, I shall
sorely die, for I will not leave tho
fiold without having my revenge on
tho colonel. Ab for you, Basil, do
not CX))080 yoursolf too much. Gloryl
You boo wlmt is?smoko."
"Atul life?"
''Yes. von nro riclit. TWomn
, y n ~
commander," continued Raymond,
raising liis voice. uTho pay?tliat ia
a more sorious matter?rum, tobacco
nnd protty women. Alas! everything
is over tor mol"
"Good Qoill" what aro you think*
ing oft" eaid I, quito ororcomo. "Wo
both of us havo made moro than ono
narrow escape already."
"Well, then, lot 110 namo a place to
meot after the engagement."
"Wherever yon please."
"Iu tho hormitqgo of St. Nicholoa
at one o'clock at night. If ono of tta
is not thoro, it will bo becaueo ho
could not come; ho will bo doad. It
is agrocd?"
tlT) 1? T7* 11 11
- a uuuuuy. j?urowgii, IUOIH"
uFarewelll"
Wo threw oursolres in cnch others
arms; thon Raymond disappeared in
thoehade8 of night.
As wo heard, or rather as wo had
foreseen, tlio rebels attacked us iho
noxt day. Tbo action was hot, and
lasted from three o'clock in the afternoon
until evening. Onco only in
tlio nieloo did I catch a glimpeo of
my friend Raymond; ho wore on his
Lead the litllo berotta of tho Carlists.
Tlmv nlrnflflo nomnil />/-> ??
mander, ho had killed our colonel.
My luck was not so good. I was
mado prisoner by tho cnomy.
It was ouo o'clock in the morning
tho hour of my rendezvous with Ray*
mond. I found inyeolf shut up in a
room used as a prison, and in the
heart of a small village then occupied
by tho Oarlists. I askod about Raymond.
lie is a bravo follow, they answered
me; "he has killed a colonel, but
ho must bo dead."
MUM...
11 V bU.
"Becausc lio has not como back."
Oli, how much I suffered that
night! A hope, howovor, still remained;
Raymond had undoubtedly
waited for mo at the hermitago, and
that was the reason thoy had not soon
him again. How anxious ho must
havo bcon at not Hading rao at tho
rendezvous, I thought to myself. IIo
believes I am surely killed; and in
fact, is my last hour lar ofl"? The
Carlists shoot all their prisoners; tos
morrow 1 must dio. It is true that
Raymond will return before?but if
I die to day? My Godl nay God! I
am losing my hoadl"
Dawn broke upon mo whilo in tho
midst ot these reflootions. A chaplain
entered my prison; all my company
iona wore sleeping.
I must diel I exclaimed on ecciug
the priest.
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JL U3j IJU UI1Q\> U1UU gUUlljr*
"WhatI alroady?"
"No; in throo hoars."
A moment later my companions
wore awakened. A thousand cries,
a thousand sobs, a thousand curses
echoed through tho prison.
A man about to dio ordinarilv
seizes one fixed idea and clings to it.
Nightmare, fever, or madness, that
is what happened to mo. Tho thought
of Raymond took punbos6ion of my
mind: I saw him living, I 6aw him
dead?sometimes struggling in tho
melee, somotimes waiting fur mo at
tho hermitago. I was deaf, dumb,
lliOi;ilOMilt> IVIiWUVj 111 AitVsl*
They took oft' my oflicors uniform
and put the cap and hood of a privato
soldier on me; thou with in}' twenty
companions I marchcd toward death
From this number only ono, a musician,
was to escapo his doom. The
vjarnsts aparea mo lives 01 musicians
not only bccauso tlioy were scarcely
to bo feaied in battle, but becausc
tlioy tlioinsolvcs wanted to form bands
of music for their own battalions.
And you wero a musician, Mastor
Basil; that ie what saved you? ex<claimed
tho littlo folks in one voice.
No, my children, I was not a nut*
sician. Tho Cnrlists drow np in a
lino of battle. Ono platoon wae
detached, tho platoon of execution
and we were placod boforo it. Tho
n 11 mKnr Inn wna ff!vf?n nin T ulwnilit
.v.. " fc>- ' *
til us bo tho tenth man to dio. Then
I thought of my wife and my dauglit.
or?of your motlior and of you, my
child.
Tho oxocntion began. Aa my eyoa
woro bandaged, I could not aeo my
companions. I wanted to count tho
shots that I might know when my
hiiMi nnmn !tiit f \\r\ iltSi*sl i?ni\rM?t
uu ii Vy (?111 v> ^ 1./11V I/UIVI v VIIV iiiti u x u |/iri
1 lost tho count.
It if* my turn now, I said to myself.
Tho halls whiBtlod, but I wiuj still
ulivc.
This time is surely my turn; It is
all ovor. I foltBomo ono tako mo by
tho shonldors, shako mo, speak in my
car. I fell, I ceased to think; then I
droamod that I was shot doad.
\\T?? it.- 1 ??
ti tw vuu urouin Bini lasting! 1
lay on a bod in my room, tho very
ono which had servod as a prison. I
saw nothing. I raised my hands to
my oyes to tako olF tho bandage, and
I found that my eyes were free, vvido
opon, but tho prison was full of shadows.
I then heard a clock strike and
I began to tromblo. It was evening
prayers.
It is nino o'clock, I thought, but
what day can it, be?
A shallow tnoro dcnso than that
surrounding leaned over me; tbia
auaaow was a nuuian Jorm. My
lips unconsciously murmerod a name
tho namo 1 had incoesantly ropoatcd
during my nightmaro?Raymond.
"What is it?" said a voice at my
sido.
My God, I exclaimed. ia that you
Raymond? You arc alive yo 'l
"Yea."
"Aud I?"
"You also."
"Where am I then? At tho hermitage?
liavo I boon droaming,
then? was not I inaao a prisoner!"
"No, Basil, you bavo not boon
dreaming. 1 will tell you everything
When the moon rose r was very weary,
but I remembered you, then 1
directed my atepa to tho hermitage,
:_ t j : J- ? ? T.
luiuuumg iu wim lur you. it was ion
o'clock in tbo evening; the rendezvous
was for one. Tho night boforo
I had not cloecd my oyes; I foil ablecp.
At ono o'clock I awoko uttering
a cry. I looked around aud found
myself alouo. Two o'clock, throo
o clock, lour o clock struck; you did
not appear. You woro surely dead,
this thought maddened mo. Day
dawned at last; I left tho hormitago
and turned toward tho village, where
my now brothers, in arms woro inustorr>d.
Thov all boliovcd that 1 had
been left on tho field. They roccivod
mo with opon arms; thoy hoaped
compliments and honors upon ino.
Thou all ut once, while talking to
thorn, 1 loarncd that twenty ono priaonor8
wore to bo shot that verv morn.
ing. A presentiment crossed my
mind; could Basil bo among them? I
hn6tonod away. Tho platoon of execution
was already formed. I hoard
some shots; tho firing had boguu.
My oycs sought you, but, blinded to
grief, tlioy could not see. Finally, I
descried you. You woro about to bo
shot dead; there woro not moro thun
two numnera Deioro it camo to your
turn. What was I to do? I was
crnzy; I uttered a cry, I seized you in
my arms ancl in an agonized, deeperato
voico I exclaimed: Oh, not that
one, my general, not that one! The
general 1 residing over tho execution
who already know of me through my
conduct of the previous evening, addressed
me: ' Why not? Is lie a
musician?" This word was to mo
what the light, of day would bo il
mado suddenly visible to a blind man.
A musician! I exclaimed; Yoh, yes,
my general?a musician, a great
musician. As for you, however, you
had fallen senseless. "And on what
.1 l.~ !.?
MI3U limum UUl'b 11U UIUJV l\Olv\;\.4 uju
general. On wlmt instrument? On
?on tho?yon, that ia it?that is so?
011 tho cornct-a-pieton. ktDo you
ncod a cornot a piston?" pnreuoil tho
general addressing tho bandmaster.
Tho answer to?k live eoconda?fivo
centuries to mo. "Yes, gonoral, pro
cisol}'," said tho bandmastor at last
"Tlion lot them tako tliia man from
ranks, and tho oxecntion proceedod
without delay. I lifted you in nl^
hasto, and taking you in my arms I
?
uun iuu )uw ?ui u.
Raymond had not yol dono spoak^
ing; I mado but ono bound and foil
upon liis nock, crying and laughing at
tho same tirno. 1 owe you my life, I
oxmniiuuu.
"Not qui to," voplioil Raymond.
"Why bo?"
''Do you know how to play tho
oornot ft piston?"
/I? No."
"Woll, thon, thftt is cool!"
In fact, my children, I had sudden-*
ly bocoino as cold as a mnrblo statuo,
"And music?" continued Raymond,
"do you understand music?"
"A little, vory little; you know wolf
enough what was taught us at collogo.
ill .it I In Jl?
JHUVIU viiv/u^iij mullj uij tu como
nearer tho truth, nothing. You aro
hopelessly lost, and myself with you>
they will call mo a traitor, and that I
intended to betray them, lieforo a
fortnight the band ot which you ought
to make ono will bo organized."
"A fortnight?''
"Noithcr tnoro nor lens, and as yott
will not bo able to play on tho cornet
a piston unless God work a miracle in
your favor, the}' will shoot us both."
Shoot you, 1 exclaimed. You?for
mc, who owo you my life? Oh, nol m
It is not possible*. Hoavon would not
permit it. In a fortnight 1 will know
music, and I will play tho cornot a
piston.
Jinymond began to laugh.
JIow shall I toll you, my children?
In fiftocn days?oh, power of will!?
ill fiff nnn < I?a m I -K J r
... unj o kiiu iii?iiu iuuiuuuu?xor
[ did not tiiko a singlo momontof ront
oven to sleep?in fifteen days I loarn<?
od to play.
Raymond and I went out in tho
country, and togothor wo naseed tho
whole day with a musician of a neighboring
villago, who camo to givo ma
loflsons.
But why not cscapo? you aro about
to aelc.
Esoapo was impossiblo; I was still
a prisonor, and closely watchod. Kay*
mond would not luavo without mo.
I no Iont/or snolco. T nn !?? ?<???
o i * ~ o
thought, I no longer ate. I had but
ouo single idoa?music and cornet ft
piston. I wanted to learn, and 1
loarnod. In this way 1 savod my
lifo, but 1 becamo crazy. For throe
wholo years my fingers novor loft tho
instrument. Tho world container!
nothing olso for mc; my lifo was na?^
hcu in ulowing, juiymonu uiu not lors
sako mo.
Willi him I immigrated to Franco
and continued to play, tho cornet a
piston. Everybody thronged to hoar
me; I was a prodigy a wonder. Tho
cornet a piston seemed to broatho bonoalh
my touch; it sobbod, praj-od,
ighod, roard?it imitated a bird, a wild
boast, tho human voico ovon. My
lungs woro mado ol iron.
Two yearn passod thus. At tho
ond of this timo Raymond clmncod to
dio. Tho sight of tho lifeless body
brought back my roason. I took my
irtOl Mil ?NA A?\l I llliwl i /-V ?\l/? ? T ? / ? !
mnii u iiiuu i, jl tt ivui iv i'lu,7? a lull'
gov know how.
And now, my children, do you care
to danco? ?
<o >
A Homk (Question.?A Detroit boy
surprised hi.s lather tho other day by
asking:
' Father, do 3*011 like mother?"
"Why, of course."
"Ami she lilccs you?"
"Of course aho does."
"Did slio over sny so?"
"Many a time, my sou."
j'iu niiu uimry ^ uii uuuuuwu ?no
loved you?"
"Certainly she did."
Tho boy looked the old man over,
and after a long pause, aslcod:
"Well, was sho as near sighted
thon as she is now?"
Faithfiii, to the Last.?Tho othor
ilny Sam Howies wont to churoh in
Springfiold, Massachusetts, saj's tho
Chicago Timos, and, feeling tho effects
of his fiovoro editorial labors
through tho week, went to napping.
By and by ho wan awakoncC by tho
preacher, who struck tho doslt and
shouted: (< Who shall be ablo to stand
up in the prosenco of tho Lord 011 that
awful day?" And Sam Bowles, rising
in his pow, remarked: "Charles
Francis Adams ia tho man that can
do it, and I iiominato him lor tho
position.
? 4 4W>
IWork on tho lifturoiiH Kail road is
going on with rapidity.

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