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The Anderson intelligencer. (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, April 11, 1861, Image 1

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' jJS^- If dlelftjed six montLii, SI.00; and $2.00
at'the end of the year.
Advertisements inserted at m idorato rates; liberal
deductions made to those who < will adrcrtiso by tho
,lt?y mother died when I was very
"young, leaving me to tho earo of an indul-1
gent father, who petted and spoiled mo
tintilhe met with a handsc me, cold-hearted
- widow lady, with one child about my own
;age, ;whom he married. I pass over the
martyrdon of my childhood, and on to
th? eventful ?fcw Year's day which forms J
tlie subject of my story.
. .It was a, few days before Christmas,
when my stepmother remarked., "I sup?
pose, Maiy, that Fred Sterling will be j
home in a day or two."
g Oh, yes," replied her daughter,." Fan- \
ny told me that she c.cpected him to-]
" Then he will likely cill upon you on
New Year's; ho will be glad to meet you
again, for le always thought sojnuch of j
y?tt when you wero a child."
I felt rather astonished to hear this con-- f
versation addressed t? my step-sister, for
I had always looked upon-Fred almost as
my own private property. We had play?
ed together when we wore children; and
although Mary would sometimes join our
play, she was always sure to quarrel and
vownever to speak to ni? again. When I
was at the age of fourteen, Fred went
to Europe to Complete his education,
and now, when four years had pass?
ed away, although I thought but little of |
.the childish engagement ,that existed be
tween. us, yet there was one figure mixed
with all my dreams, and it boro a strik?
ing resomblanee to Fred Sterling.
" Why, I thought Fred Sterling belon?
ged to Eosio!" said my father, stroking
down my curls.
"Oh, no!" replied ny mother, very
coolly, " ho liked Bo3e w ill enough to play
with, but Mary was the favorite."
"- Notwithstanding that step-mother had
given her opinion so decidedly in favor of j
Fred's attachment to Mary, she looked
rather worried, and at length remarked^
"Eose, why don't you put up your hair?
I think you are too old to wear curls, for
you know that you and Mary aro to be
considered young ladies now, and on Now
Year's day you will receive calls."
This was quite a new idea to me^ I
had always worn my hair in curls, and it
had never occurred to me that it could be
worn in any other way Fred, too, had
' Kked my curls, and when he left had cut
off a little ringlet, press id it to his lips,
and said lie should always keep it.
To tell the truth, also, I had an idea
curls were the most becoming to me. I"|
was, however, saved tho trouble of reply?
ing, for my father looked up, and twisted
a lock of my hair over Iiis finger, exclaim?
"No, indeed! Eosie's curls must not
be put up until they a:.'e gray," and he
turned away and passed his hand over his
I had a portrait of my own mother, ta?
ken when she was about my own ago;
her hair hung in glosty ringlets, and I
sometimes thought I bore a great resem?
blance to her, only tha; she was beauti?
ful. -Thus I knew why my fathor passed
his hand over his eyes.
My stepmother bit Ler lips, and seem?
ed lost in thought. P *escntly she looked
up, and with a bland smile, remarked,
" Bosa,-dear, why don t you go and make
your auntPattie a visit? Sho is alwaj-s
waiting.for you, is a kind old soul, and
loves you dearly."
Aunt Pattie was my fathor's eldest and
only remaining sister ; but this was the
first time I had ever heard her merits ac?
knowledged by my present mother. Of?
ten, on the contrary, !iad my blood boiled
to hear her called vulgar and " country
I replied that I intended making her a
visit very soon.
<c Well, Eosa," she oontinued, "you arc
so fond of making others happ}-, why
don't you go after Christmas and spend
Now Tear's with her? She will feel
more lonely at such s, time than at any
? other, and I know sho would enjoy hav?
ing you with her so much."
I looked up, astonished at this mood",
but I saw the scheme at once and resolv?
ed to baffle her; so I replied that I pre?
ferred making my visit after New Year's.
Myl&ther, however, with a mischiev?
ous twinkle at me, remarked, " You had
better go a few days after Christmas, Eosie;
your aunt Pattie would so much like to
have you with her faen."
I consented, after this, of course. But
when'alone in my room, I puzzled myself
to discover what my father meant.
Xhe day of my departure came, and my
father.and I set forth on our journey.
The ahodo of my aunt Pattie was in a
beautiful, but rather lonely country place,
with but little society, and a few poor
families scattered here and there,- with
their- dwellings now almost buried in
suow-banks, which looked as though they
would never melt away. ,.1 loved my
aunt Pattie very much, but I sighed as I
thought of spending this usually gay sea?
son in such a dreary looking region.
Just then, however, we came in sight
of my aunt's houso, and there stood the
dear old lady at her gate, watching for
us. Her smile was so bright and her look
was so happy ?s she welcomed us, that
my gloomy feelings were instantly dis?
pelled, and by the time that my father,
after having chatted a little while, took
his leave, 1 began to feel quite livel}-.
Before he went, however, ho drew mo to
liim, and as he kissed me, whispered, with
a mischievous smile, '?' Now, Rosie, don't
lose your heart out here," and ho was
As I looked around I thought there
was but little need of such a caution;?my
heart was certainly safe unless I buried
it in one of tho snow-banks.
" Oh, my dear child!" exclaimed Aunt
Pattie, drawing me closer to her, " I am
so glad 3'ou mado up your mind to spend
the holidays with your poor old aunt, for
I always feel more lonely at such times
than at any other."
I was glad too, and ?-felt that I was
more than repaid for tho sacrifice I had
?i There are others who will be delight?
ed to see 3*on, too, irny child," sho contin?
ued, " there aro tho Lanctons, who are
continually inquiring for '?' .\iiss Rose."
The Lancton's were a poor family resi?
ding near my aunt, who were striving to
earn an honest living. During the year
I had spent with my aunt, previous to
my father's second marriage, I had fre?
quently visited them, and I had never
been at my aunt's since without calling.
" Are they all well ?" I inquired.
??Yes," replied my aunt, "all but the
youngest child, who is confined to her bed
by tho spine complaint, and the old
grandmother, who is blind."
" Well, Rose, we shall not be quite alone
on New Year's day," said my aunt, in
the evening, "for I have invited a whole
famiiy to dine with us."
" Who-arc they ?" I inquired.
" Oh, I shall not tell If ou," she replied,
"I am going to surprise }"0u; one is an
old friend of j-oiirs."
"The Willis family, I suppose, and Sa?
rah, tho old friend," said I.
Aunt Pal^pc laughed, but said nothing.
Sarah Willis and I had always played
together when I lived with myaiint- and
from this fact she imagined that we we're
very dear friends. Yet why we had
sought each other's society I cannot toll.
Certain it is wo never met without quar?
reling. This childish antipathy I had
always maintained towards her since, and
I therefore received this intelligence with
no great degroc of pleasure.
The next day my aunt was too busy in
the kitchen, making pies and preparing
for the morrow, which was New Year's;
and I helped her, feeling that I was much
happier there than I would have boon at
homo. But there was ono figure that,
notwithstanding my heroic resolves, still
flitted through my mind. In imagination
I saw Fred and Mary together, and it
gave me a secret pang. But I knew that
this was foolish. Why should I care for
ono from whom I had been parted four
years? He might be changed. Proba?
bly ho was conceited and egotistical; of
course he had forgotten all about me, and
very* likely he might be engaged to some
one else. Endeavoring to banish his im?
age from my mind, I set out about dark,
AVith a basket well filled with &-ood things
on my arm, to visit the Lanctons.
" Oh, mother, here comes Miss Pose,"
tfxclaimcd Maggie Laucton, a little curly
head pet of my own.
" Oh, Miss Pose ! Miss Rose!" was ech?
oed ; and I was immediately ^surrounded
by a bevy of children.
"Do give Miss Rose room to come in,"
said Mrs. Lancton, as she extended her
hand, saying, " You're welcome, Miss.
You look the same as ever," and she han?
ded me a chair, " only a great deal pretti?
" I cannot see how you look, Miss
Rose," clfimcd in the old grandmother in
a mournful tone; " but there is your same
sweet voice. Thank Heaven, I can hear
" Miss Rose, won't you come here,
pleaso?" said a weak, childish voice. I
turned to tho bed, where lay a pale, thin
little girl. A small white hand was slip
I ped in mine, and fixing her large blue
eyes upon me, she said, " I'm so glad you
have come. Miss Rose."
I leaned over and kissed the little suf?
ferer, and tried to talk to her; but her
sad face brought tears to ray eyes.
" I will leave you now and' call anoth
ef time," was uttered in deep, manly
I turned quickly in tho direction from
whonce the sound came, for tho dusky
twilight had prevented my noticing that
there was a gentleman in the room , and
I caught but a slight glimpse of him as ho
left the house. ?
"He is very kind " said lira. Laneton,
in answer to my look; "hois a stranger
who came hero with Mrs. Newton yester?
day, and dropped in a few minutes since
.to give'my poor girl, as ho said, a New
Year's present."
As I walked home with tho empty bas?
ket on my arm, I felt fully repaid for
spending my holida3rs in tho country.
The next day aunt Pattie examined my
wardrobe, and was some time in choos?
ing on two or three to see which was
most becoming, and at length decided on
a mazariuo blue silk she said looked well
with a fahr complexion.
I laughingly submitted to bo turned
and twisted in all directions'; to have my
hair first brushed over my forehead, then
off; to sec my curls arranged in all pos?
sible ways; in short, to be treated like a;
large doll about to be dressed for some
wonderful occasion.
"Aunt Pattie," said I, as we were sit?
ting together, waiting for our company,
"old maids are very"happy, are they
'?lam," she replied," if you consider
mo any rule; why, my child, do you
think of being one?"
" Yes," said I," I. would like to be an
old maid, and have you to jive with me."
Aunt Pattie smiled, but before she could
reply the aoor opened and a group enter?
ed. Foremost, to my surprise, was the
figure I had caught a glimpse of the even?
ing before, and whose image had been
flitting through my mind for the past
four years. I was almost lost to consci?
ousness when Fanny Sterling threw bei*
?arms around m}* neck and kissed me, ex"
"Why don't you say how glad yon are
to see us nil? Here have I been looking
forward to meeting you to-day ever since
I came to the country. Let me introduce
you to my brother Fred," she continued.
" I hope," remarked the gentleman; ex?
tending his hand, " that an introduction
to brother Fre d is not ricCcss?ry. You
have not forgotten me, have you, Hose ?"
There was the same frankness as of
old. How I envied his easy manners,
for I could feel the color come and go in
my cheek. To my relief, Mr. and Mrs.
Sterling now came -forward to shake
hands with me, while the latter remark?
"I don't wonder at your astonishment,
Rose. But we arc making a visit to some
friends out here, and your aunt invited us
to como and surprise you."
I was soon quite at my case; and now
I had time to noto the changes which
four years had made in Fred. The boj
ish figure had become more manry, and
his manner had acquired a grcator finish.
That >tas a pleasant dinner party.?
Every ono looked smiling and happy.
" Miss "-Rosalie," said Fred, " this eve?
ning, when you get rid of company, will
you favor mo for a sleigh ride?"
""Well, I declare," broke in Fanny,
" what impudence: I suppose, Mr. Fred,
the next you will ask us to please td go."
" Probably Fred wishes to talk over
old times with Rose," said Mrs. Sterling,
" and feels too bashful to do it in our
" Will you go, Rose ?" he asked.
I promised, and at dusk Fred's sleigh
stopped at the door. I was soon in, and
we were flying over the snow banks,
while the merry bells kept time to our
" Did you see my father before you left
home V I inquired.
" Yes," he replied, " I called there to
sec you the evening you left, supposing
you were at home; for although my fath?
er told him some time since that we'd
spend our New Year's out here, he didn't
mention that you were coming." *
" Did you see Mary ?" I asked.
" Yes," said ho; " do you recollect,
Rose, how she and I used to quarrel to?
We went on talking about old times,
and about the childish eno-a<remcmcnt wc
had made with each other, and somehow
the past at this point becoming connected
with the present, our conversation inter?
ested us, and we scarcely knew how time
When I returned to Aunt Pattie a new
diamond ring was glistening on my fin?
ger. She smiled as she noticed it, and in
' quired if I still clung to my resolution of
being an old maid.
The remainder of ray visit passed pleas?
antly away. iVIy father came, to take me
home, and the Sterling family accompani?
ed us to the city. My step moth er receiv?
ed me in hoi: usual style, omitting to call
me " dear," as it was no longer necessary.
She also forgot to inquire after the " kind
old soul" whom I had been visitinc*.?
The conversation soon turned upon New
Year's day, and I received a history of
Mary's conquests.
Frederick Sterling called upon Mary
the evening you left," said her mother.
" but strange to say, ho -has not been
since; he didn't oven make a New Year's
"Perhaps," observed my father, mis?
chievously, u he was out of town."
" Yes," replied his wife, " very likely."
In the course of tho ovening Mr. Fred?
erick Sterling made bis appearance, and
Mary immediately applied -'herself to tho
task of entertaining him, so that I had
but a small chance of saying any thing. -
After ho had gone, and my stepmother
and I were alono, she said:
i: My dear, you know \ supposo, that
Mr. Sterling is a beau of Mary's; they
thought a great.dcal of each other as chil?
dren, and the other evening ho was de?
lighted to meet her again after so long
an absence; now what I have to say to
you is, that I think it would be a good
plan for us both to keep out of the draw?
ing-room when he calls, for lovers always
like to be alone together."
I was prevented trom replying to this
observation by the entrance of my father
and Mary.
" Fred Sterling," said the former, ad?
dressing his wife, " has requested my per?
mission to his marriage with, a certain
young lady of our acquaintance."
" Ah!" replied his wife, with a pleased
look, "I was expecting this; it will be a
splendid match for her, he is so well edu?
cated and gentlemanly, and his family
arc in the very best society. Really,
Mary," she continued, turning to her
daughter, " I congratulate 3?on."
"Rut the name of the young lady to
whom I referee] was not Mary; it was Ro?
salie," dryly said rny father.
M)- step-mother opened her eyes in as?
" Why," she replied, "I thought all his
attentions were directed to Mary; how?
ever, I am rather glad she didn't fancy
him, as he is not altogether the match 1
should desire for her."
??"Well," replied my father, "he suits
mo perfectly. I should not desire a bet?
ter husband for my daughter."
And so we married, and happily settled.
Aunt Pattie gave up her lonely residence
in the country, and came to livo with me.
My father is a constant visitor, and seems
toenjoy being with us. Fanny has proved
a sister indeed; she sometimes accuses
me of having stolen her brother from her;
but then she throws her arms around me
and says she has found a now sister.
The beginning of my happiness I date
from that eventful New Year'tfday, when
I sought to add to tho enjoyment of oth?
ers. Fred often speaks of my visit to the
Lancton's, and says it was tho sight of
their lovo for me, more than anything
else, which assured him that in obtaining
a renewal of my promise, his happiness
would be complete.
-?*>- ?
'They Say.'?Who are 'They'??the
cowled monks who glide with shrouded
faces in the procession of life, muttering,
in an unknown tongue, words of mysteri?
ous import. Who are they? Tho mid?
night assassin of reputation, who lurks in
the by-lanes of society, with dagger tongue,
sharpened by invention and envenomed
malice, to draw the blood of innocence?
the hyena-like banquet on the dead.?
Who are they ? They are a multitude
no man can number?black-soulcd fami?
lies of Slander, searching for victims in
every city, town and village, wherever
the heart of humanity throbs or the ashes
of mortality find rest. Oh, cowards, cow?
ards ! Give me the bold brigand who
thunders along the highway with flash?
ing weapon that cuts the sunbeam as well
as the shade, give mc tho pirate who un?
furls the black flag, emblem of his-terrible
trade, and shows the plank which 3-our
doomcd feet must tread; but savo me
from the 'They Say''s of society, whose
knives arc hidden in velvet sheaths, whose
bridge of death is woven in flowers, and
who spread with invisible poison even the
spotless whiteness of the winding sheet.
Power in a Woman's Eye.?A lady
when the conversation turned on dynam?
ics, asked the late George Stephenson, the
celebrated engineer, " What do you con?
sider the most powerful force in nature ?"
"I will soon answer that," said he, "it is
the eye of a woman who looks with affec?
tion on a man; should he go to tho utter?
most ends of the earth the recollection of
thatlook will bring him back.
- A "Warm Bath "Wager.?Smith, waa a
man wio never .permitted himself to be
outdone ; he could do whatever- anybody
else ciould. Smith met Brown in a bath?
room and Brown, knowing tho other's pe?
culiar conceit, said that ho (Brown) could
endure.a hotter bath than any living man.
Thereat Smith fired up, and a bet was
made. Two bathing-tubs were pre?
pared, with six inches of water in each.
The fellows stripped, and, separated by a
cloth partition, each one got in and let on
the hot water at the word?the wager
being who should-stay in the longest
with the hot water running. Smith drew
up his feet as . far as possible from the
boiling stream, whilo Brown pulled out
tho plug in tho bottom of his. tub. After
about half a minute, quoth Smith:
"How is it, Brown?pretty warm?"
" Yes;" said tho other; "it's getting al?
mighty hot, but I guess I can hold out a
minute yet."
"So can I," answered Smith. Scis-s-s!
?squash! ?lightning!?it'3 awful!"
Fifteen seconds, equal to half an hour
by Smith's imaginary watch.
"I say, over there?how is it now?
"?, it's nearly up to'tho biiin' pint??
Christopher!" answered the diabolicalvil
lian, who was lying in the empty tub,
while the hot water passed out by the es?
cape pipe.
By this time Smith was splurgingabout
like a boiled lobster, and called out again:
"I s-a-y, over there?how is it now?"
:;IIot as the Devil!" replied Brown;
" but whew!?seis-s-s!?guess I can hold
out another minute!"
" The hell's fires you can!" shrieked
the now boiling Smith, who rolled out
and bolted through the partition, expect?
ing to find the other quite cooked*
"You infernal rascal! why didn't you
put the plug in?
'? Why I didn't agrco to," said the im
porturablc joker; " why'n thunder didn't
you leave yours out ?"
, A Toucrr of SrniNG.?A few mornings
since a poetically-inclined knight of the
quill, who breathed a little balmy air, gave
vent to the following:
The Spring stin*ed uneasily in her
Winter's sleep, and prefaced her waking
by a sweet, unconcious smile. How that
smile has touched the magic links of as?
sociation, gilding them into beauty! The
soft air seemed suggestive of fragrant vi?
olets, round leaved anemons an^j. arbutus
pink as a sea-shell. Its waves broke into
music at the faintest sound that thrilled
their warm depths?depths that sighed
for the robins and bluebirds with which
they arc yet to bo vocal. On such a day,
when the earth seemed like a white-robed
bride, all sunshine and happy smiles,
happier tears, one ' readily accepted the
pagan fancy that the feathered race were
approaching their annual jubilee of love,
and about to choose mates for the vernal
year, the year that in this climate at least,
I has not yet dawnod.
! Predicted Twenty-four Years Ago.?
It is a remarkable fact that tho perscnt
secession movement was foreshadowed
just as it has occurred, in a -work called
the " Partisan Leader," attributed to tho
pen of Judge Upshur, of Virginia, who was
killed by the bursting of the Peacemaker.
In that work, under the guise of a novel,
it was professed that coming events
were described. The Gulf States, it was
described, had seceded in consequence of
the election of a "Northern President, and
Virginia and other border States were
about following suit. An attempt wasmadc
to form treatise with foreign nations, and
free ti-ade was establised, which gave the
South an unexampled career of prospcri ty.
The current of events twenty-four years
later has given these predictions the form
of fulfilled facts.
North Carolina.?A Southern rights
mass meeting of the second Congression?
al District will bo held at Newborn, on
the 25th and 26th inst. Southern rights
men from all parts of the State are invi?
The Goldsboro' adjourned mass meet?
ing will take place at Charlotte, on tho
memorable 20th of May. At this meet?
ing every county in the State is expected
to be represented. The State rights men
of tho old North'State, it would seem, do
not despair of being yet able to place her
in her truo position.
No Secession in Missouri.?The fol?
lowing resolution, ofFerqd in the Missouri
State Convention, on the 20th instant,
was voted down by 23 yeas to 69 nays: J
Jtesolved, That in tho event of the refi?
sal by the Northern States of the Union
to agree upon a just settlement of tho sla?
very question, and the border States -dis?
solve their connection with the General
Government, the State of Missouri will
not hesitate to take her stand with her
sister slave States of the South.
Vessel Fiked Into.?Yesterday after
1:00a, about 3 o'clock, while the wind
was blor.ving heavy from tho North-East,
a schooner crossed the bar, and was beat
ing up tho channel abreast of the beach
cf Morris'Island, when she having at?
tracted the attention of some of the senti?
nels, one of the batteries fired several
blank cartridges at her for the purpose, of
bringing hei* to, which the Captain of
the yessel paid no attention to, but kept
on his course, when a shotted gun ' was
discharged, the ball from which it is sup-'
posed struck her in' fhe bulwarks, when
she put about and proceeded down^near
tho bar and anchored.
During the firing it is said that the
schooner displayed the United* States en?
sign, but as her character and not her
nationality was in question, she should,
immediately have come to and held inter?
course with the commander on tho island,
instead of acting fn mannerthat produced
the impression that she intended to-force
a passage- Soon after the firing took
place, a boat from. Fort' Sumter visited
Morris' Island, sent by Major Anderson
to make inquiry into the cause of the ves?
sel having been shot at, and also to re?
quest permission for his boat to proceed
to the schooner; and it is reported that,
tho boat did go. to the suspicious vessel,
but of this wolfcvc no certain informa?
tion. .. ::
About six o'clock .last evening, *4he
steamer General Clinch, with Lieut: T.
B. Hugcr, was sent from the city to look
aficr the schooner, and ? investigate her
character, but after proceeding some dis?
tance down tho channel, they were una?
ble to discover anything of her, and sup?
pose that she had gone to sea.
As the wind was blowing very strong
from the North-cast, she will-no doubt,
take a Southerly course.?Charleston Cou
Amusing Ignorance;?The "Wilming?
ton Herald tells the following, which would
bo moro amusing but for the reflection
that such ignorance as this bears its full
share in shaping State policy:
Patience is a virtue which 'ought to
characterize tho people of North Caroli?
na in an eminent degree, for they are
called upon to exercise it so often that un?
less they arc very poor scholars, they
must be imbued with its very spirit.?
Some people call it by a different name,
but, after all, it may be that the slowness
with which is circulated among the
people has a great deal to do with the for?
mation of their character. We heard
there was a man in town the other day,
from a neighboring county, who, when
something was said about secession, re?
marked, that ho supposed that idea had
been abandoned long ago; that nobody
would carry out that threat, to be sure;
and when asked " what ho thought about
South Carolina, for instance?" he said he
didn't know anything particular about
that State?that he hadn't been to townjpr
three jnonths, and hadn't heard anything
from there! He was utterly,lost in amaze?
ment when he learned that not only
South Carolina had seceded, but that a
new Government had been formed at the
A Damp Place Best for Sitting
Hens.?A correspondent of the London
Daily Chronicle says hens should sit in a
damp; rather than a dry place, for the
following reasons:?" Tbegerm of the egg
floats uppermost within and against the
shell, in order that it may meet the geni?
al warmth of the breast of the fowl. ~We
-must therefore, in'hatching, apply most
warmth to that part only; the egg being
siipplied with only a limited quantity of
moisture, is thus arranged to prevent
evaporation from a largo surface, as the
egg is only very warm at the part in con?
tact with the fowl, until the blood
searching nourishment for the embryo,
have surrounded the innor surface of tho
shell, when the whole egg becomes grad?
ually warm, and eventually of an equal
temperature. ' jfk
Greatly Like a Woman.?A. couple of
Americans in Arizona, having fallen in
love with a beautiful Mexican girl, re?
solved tj fight for the prize, which they
did. One of them was mortaly wounded,
and the other hurt so it is supposed he
will be crippled for life; and the next day
the girl for whom th^y fought and bled
ran off with another man, who was a par?
ticular friend of the belligerents, and
through whose means they had been in?
duced to fight.
A lady, on separating from her husband,
changed her religion, being determined,
she said, to avoid his company in this
'world and the next too.
A Mississippi exchange gets off the fol?
lowing on.an cditoriaf confrere: .
"Tho editor of the Broad-Axe is mar?
ried. Look out for tetehe?."

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