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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 - O"* ~ 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. ? 1.? ? ~ 1 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.