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An Independent Family Journal?Devoted to Politics, Literature and General Intelligence*
HOYT & CO., Proprietors.
VOLUME 5?NO. 39.
I don't belieye in ghosts. Please accept that
as a starting-point. I am not in the least an
imaginative or nervous person. I entertain a
profound contempt for Spiritualism, and all the
morbid follies which afe connected with it. I
have always had quite a reputation for good
common sense, ana I have never, thank God,
had a secret of any kind on my mind. Yet I
was ?ie*pers?n of all others selected-as the ob?
ject of a ghostly manifestation, and here I am
in my sedate middle age taking the public into
my confidence, and asking for some rational ex?
planation of the events which I am about to
relate, on the credit of my serious, sober vera?
Some twenty years ago, when I was a girl, or,
at least, quite a young woman, I went down in?
to South Carolina to visit an aunt of mine, who
had married a wealthy planter, and settled in
what we are apt to consider the backwoods.
Another niece of hei^s, and cousin of mine ac?
companied me on the journey?which was quite
along one in those days?and together we were
handed about like a couple of dry goods parcels
from hand to hand, from this man's care to that
man's escort, until we finally reached Laurens
District, and were deposited by a very creaking
old stage-coach at the gate of my aunt's abode.
I don't know who was most glad to sec this
bourne of our travels, Cecilia, who was heartily
tired of the journey, or I, who was heartily
tired of her. She has been a married woman
these eighteen years, and is head of a large
household now, so I sincerely hope she has
gained some faint inkling of common sense and
self-reliance by'this time; but, if she still re?
mains the same Cecelia Hardic, with whom I
made that memorable journey from Baltimore
to Laurens District, why then all that I have to
say is, that I am heartily glad Fate did not
make me her husband.
Well, we arrived, and we soon found that this
arrival occurred at a most inopportune time for
our own enjoyment. My aunt's husband, (I
never could seethe sense of calling people " un?
cle" who are no relation to one,) was absent,
having been summoned as witness in a legal ex?
amination, my aunt herself had gone to bed
from the combined effect of nervousness and
horror,, the children were howling as if their
hearts were broken, the servants were so badly
scared that they could not obey the plainest or?
der, or perform the most ordinary duty, and the
cause of the whole uproar was that Ann Blake
had been murdered.
.Now you may lie sure I* was both astonished
and shocked to hear this, for Ann Blske was an
Irish girl whom I myself had engaged for my
aunt?-she preferring a white to a black nurse
for her children?and I remember well how
much I had been pleased by her bright face and
pleasant manners, when she came to answer my
advertisement. This had only been about six
months before, and now I came to the house
where she had preceded me, to find the girl,
who had endeared herself to every one in it, ly?
ing a disfigured corpse. Everybody was so
brimful of the matter that I had' great difficul?
ty in obtaining any clear idea of the events
which had preceded this awful result; but at
last, by dint of severe cross-questioning, I man?
aged to elicit from the avalanche of hearsays
and thinksos, two clear facta. 1. That Ann
Blake had left the house on the afternoon of the
day before, to take a walk; that she had refused
to let any of the children accompany her, and
that she had last been seen crossing the fields
by a foot-path towards a clump of woods, where
she had been found a few hours later, stiff and
cold, with every proof of brutal murder. 2. That
a man, who was an admirer of hers, had alrea?
dy been arrested on suspicion of the crime, and
that Colonel Northrop had been summoned to
bear witness at this examination. More than
that I declined to hear, and after a futile at?
tempt to quiet Cecilia, (who thought it her
bounden duty to go into hysterics,) and restore
some order to the household, I sat down to a
wait Colonel Northrop's return. He came at
last, in a very tired condition?not too tired,
however, to give us new-comers a very cordial
welcome, to cheer up his wife, to send the ser-1
vants about their duties, to do justice to an ex?
cellent supper, (fortunately for our appetites,
the cook was a strong-minded person,) and last?
ly, to send the children to bed, and tell us the
result of the examination. The evidence, it
seemed, had borne quite heavily against the ac?
cused, Henry Watson, a handsome, dissipated
young carpenter, who had been making love to
Ann Blake for some time, and against whom
she had been repeatedly warned. She had
been known to supply him with money on va?
rious occasions, ana the fact that her'month's
wages had been paid to her on the very morn?
ing of the murder was in itself suspicious, es
ecially as a pocket-book, identified as hers,
ad been found in his possession, together with
a note from the murdered girl, promising to
meet him on that afternoon. Watson denied
the identity of the first, but could give no sat?
isfactory account of it, and, while he admitted
the fact of the appointment, he declared that
he had been unable to keep it.
" You can doubtless prove an alibi then,"
said the magistrate.
But at this suggestion the prisoner was ob?
served to turn very pale.
No, he said, he was unable to prove an alibi,
for he had gone some distance in the country to
see a man on business, but he had found him?
self and his family absent, so the walk counted
for nothing. " He owed me some money," said
the young man despairingly, "and I wanted
him to pay me, for I was in debt, and I didn't
want to take any more from Ann." So it went
on, every point telling against him, until the
examination ended in the magistrate refusing
bail, and committing him for trial.
That was all. So after this had been told
and re-told a sufficient number of times, after
we had arranged the whole order of the murder,
to our own content?even determining, I re?
member, the exact weapon that had dealt the
ghastly death-blow?we began to think that
our eye-lids were very heavy, and that, even
when murders were on" the (apis, there was such
a thing as going to bed. But lo! on the very
threshold of this very desirable proceeding,
there arose a sudden and unexpected difficulty.
Cecilia protested, with a loud scream, that no
earthly power should induce her to sleep alone.
And I, quite as emphatically, if a little noisily,
declined to share a bed with her. Colonel
Northrop laughed, and said she had better take
refuge in the nursery, where Tom of five and
Jack of three could be her defenders, while my
aunt looked concerned, and said I had better
Cecilia declined the nursery, and I declined
"I am frightened to death?I won't sleep
alone," Cecilia declared.
" I am tired to death?I won't be bothered
with you," I said.
So the matter stood, until my aunt hit upon
a compromise. There were two rooms in the
house which opened into one another; not very
desirable rooms, nor nearly so comfortable as
those that had been prepared for us, but good
enough, and which might almost be considered
one, if we left the door of communication open.
Like most compromises, this only met with a
kalf-rcluctant assent from either side. I want
ed my quiet, undisturbed chamber to myself;
and Cecilia wanted somebody to startle and
burrow into all night?so we were each to be
made uncomfortable, and neither satisfied.?
However, it was impossible to spend the night
talking it over, so I cut the matter short by
wishing my aunt and the Colonel good night,
taking a candlestick in one hand, seizing Ceci?
lia with the other, and whisking her up stairs
at a rate that left her breathless fo$ some time
after she was deposited in her own room, and
bade her to keep quiet until I chose to open the
door between the chambers.
The night passed quietly enough, barring va?
rious hysterical calls for sympathy from Ceci?
lia, to all of which I replied by a deep snore, i
and the next day the funeral of poor Ann took
place. It was a day which all the days that
nave passed since have failed to efface from mv
vivid recollection; but I don't know that 1
need dwell on it here. The sorrow of high and
low, whose love and respect the warm-heurted
Irish girl had so closely attached to her?the
noisy demonstrations of the negroes?the over?
whelming grief of the children?the deep curses
against her murderer, that even broke in upon
the solemn services around the grave?formed
a scene that I am not likely to forget, but
which, if I mean to tell the story of my ghost,
has no place here.
The funerd was over, the grave was heaped,
the crime rested for God to discover, if He saw
fit, and by degrees the Northorp household be?
gan to flow back into its usual channels.
Several weeks passed. The shadow gradual?
ly left us, and perhaps even the memory also,
when one day at dinner Colonel Northrop sud?
denly said:
" I received a subpoena to-day to attend as
witness for the State in the trial of Watson,
which comes off next weck. I wish in my soul
I knew whether or not the fellow is really
guilty." ?
" I am sure I don't see how you can entertain
a moment's doubt," said my aunt, with a shud?
der. " I only wish I was as sure of heaven as
I am sure it was he, and no one else, who mur?
dered my poor Ana."
" I don't understand one thing," said Colonel
Northrop, looking at me?he did not nay as
much attention to my aunt's remarks as he had
probably done in the* courtship?" I do not un?
derstand how it is that no trace of the notes
paid to the girl that morning has ever been dis?
covered. We have never had even a clue to the
knowledge of what became of them."
" Might she not have left them at home ? " I
He shook his head.
? " Impossible. Everything has been thor?
oughly searched, and there is no sign of pock?
et-book or money. She certainly took them out
with her that evening, and she was certainly
robbed, but a serious question in my mind is?
did Watson do it ? "
"I thought the possession of the pocket
book was proved upon him."
" Why, of course it was," said my aunt. " I
don't see how there could be a mistake in that
?even if all the rest was talse witness."
" And yet," answered the Colonel, " two of
the most intelligent of the house-servants?Su?
san, the cook, and Rose, my wife's maid?assure
me solemnly that this pocket-book was not the
one used by Ann Blake."
" Then," cried Cecilia, with a little scream,
" why on earth don't they go to the Court
House and give in their evidence ? "
The Colonel looked at her with a man's su?
premely pitying smile for her ignorance.
" My dear young lady, the testimony of a ne?
gro cannot be received in a South Carolina
court of law. Even if they had seen Watson
murder the girl, their evidence could not con?
vict him."
Cecilia's eves opened wide.
" Goodness! Why not ? "
" Because," answered the planter briefly. " I
have only to go and offer five dollars to obtain
half a dozen who would testily on oath that
you did it."
" Then you don't believe Susan and Rose ? "
" Yes?why shouldn't I ? They have no pos?
sible motive for falsifying themselves. I con?
fess they have very much shaken my belief in
Watson's guilt, and when I remember how pale
and wretciei the poor fellow looked that day
he was taken up, I cannot help hoping he may
be proved innocent.
" And I hope," said my aunt, viciously, "that
he may be convicted and hanged; yes, hanged
as high as Haman."
So, with these two expressions of diverse sen?
timent, the conversation ended.
That afternoon several visitors popped in
upon us, and as callers in the country never
make visits of fashionable length, they were
easily persuaded to remain to tea and" spend
the evening. We had cards and music,
and the time passed so pleasantly that it was
nearly eleven o'clock before their carriages
were ordered for a five miles' drive, over roads
that were anything but a credit to the District.
We stood on the piazza, watching them off in
the bright moonlight, then went back into the
empty-looking drawing-room, and bade each
other good night
Cecilia was yawning, and I was snappish?
the two effects which sleepiness generally caused
in us?and as we went up stairs together, I told
her emphatically thai; if she disturbed me with
any of her fanciful terrors that night, I should
immediately shut aud lock the door of commu?
nication, which usually stood open. That
threat, I thought, would certainly keep her
quiet, so I repeated it after we were both in
bed, the lights out, and the good-nights ex?
" l)o you hear mc, Cecilia ?" I asked. And
Cecilia very meekly replied that she heard.
I do not know how long I had been asleep
it may have been fifteen minutes, or it may
have been two hours ; but, at all events, I hail
thoroughly lost consciousness when I was sharp?
ly wakened by Cecilia's voice, calling my name.
I was thoroughly irritated?there is not a doubt
of that?and I fear I did not answer very pa?
" Oh, Rachel, do get up," she said eagerly.
" There is somebody knocking at the door, and
I?I am afraid to answer it."
" Somebody knocking at the door ? Why. I
Hear it, I was about to say, but at that mo?
ment I did hear it?a loud, distinct knock on
mv door.
" Who's there ?" I asked, thinking my aunt
had sent a message of some sort.
But there was no answer. So, after a mo?
ment, I spoke again.
" Who is that knocking ? "
No reply.
"Open the door, if you wantto speak to me."
Neither answer, nor movement.
I confess I felt very foolish as I sat up in bed,
making these remarks in the utter darkness,
and was met by this profound silence; so I be?
gan to think my ears deceived me, and accord?
ing to the impulse of human nature, I turned
upon Cecilia.
" I am going to get up this moment and shut
the door, I said. "I gave you fair warning,
Cecilia, and here I have scarcely got to sleep
before you wake me with this absurd story."
"Oh, indeed, Rachel, somebody knocked,"
she cried. "You heard them yourself?you
I did."
" I heard a noise made by some rat."
" It was not a rat?it couldn't have been a
rat.. Oh, Rachel, I am so scared. Please let
me come and get in bed with you."
" In bed with me ! Indeed 1 shall do nothing
of the kind. If I hear any more of this non?
sense I shall?"
Rap, rap, rap.
Not a timid, hesitating series of taps, either,
but a knock loud enough and imperious enough
to have been given by the strongest man alive.
There came a faint scream from Cecilia's room,
and that was all until I demanded in no very
moderate tone:
" Who are yon ? If you don't answer, I will
call Colonel >iorthorp."
Only silence answered me?profound, impen?
etrable silence.
Then indignation grew very strong within
me. Somebody was evidently trying a very stu-1
pid trick to frighten us, and I, for one, deter
mined to prove that I was not easily betrayed
into fear. I put out my hand, and felt for the
match box as quietly as possible. Meanwhile,
a frightened cry was coming from Cecilia.
" Oh, Rachel, what can it be ? What?"
"Hold vour tongue," I answered shortly.
"It is nothing at all."
At that moment I laid my hand on the match?
es, and knew that it would not take more than
an instant to strike a light, so I repeated my
words more loudly?" It is nothing whatever."
Rap, rap, rap.
It was a knock which fairly shook the door,
and made it rattle on its hinges. Simultane?
ously I struck a match. The next instant the
candle was lighted, and I sprang to the door.
Cecelia cried out at me, but I flung it wide open
and faced?
Then it was. when I stood there with the
candle in my hand, the empty passage before
me, and not a human figure in sight, that I felt
my first thrill of superstitious terror. Sitting
here now, with the bright daylight all around
me, and the sober pulse of forty-five beating in
my veins, I feel it again?that cold shiver, that
vague sense of the Unseen, which flesh and
blood arc so little able to resist. I was never a
coward, however, and I rallied almost immedi?
ately. I came back to the room, where Cecilia
met*me, pallid and trembling, and closed the
" It is very strange," I said, " but there's no
need for- hysterics, Cecilia. We'll see the end
of it."
" Oh, Rachel," she gasped, " go?go to Colo?
nel Northrop."
" Indeed, I shall do nothing of the sort," I
answered coolly. " It would be a fine story that
we went to Colonel Northrop, because we were
startled by a noise we could not explain. You
may go, if you choose. I shall not."
But, as I knew beforehand, she had not the
courage for this. So the matter ended by my
bolting the two outer doors, and then giving Ce?
cilia leave to get into my bed. " 1 ou surelv
won't put out the candle," she pleaded, as I
placed it on a stand close by the bed, and it'
was evidently such a comfort to her, that I re?
plied in the negative. I shaded it, however,
and then got in bed myself.
Half an hour, at least, must have passed be?
fore I felt Cecili agive a quick, convulsive start.
"What is the matter?" I asked immediately.
"I?I thought I heard a noise in the passage.
A something like a faint rustling."
" Whoever it is must be coming back, then,"
I s:iid, " or else you have fancied it."
" There?now again."
I listened intently, but I could hear nothing,
until suddenly the knock fell on my ear louder,
if anything, than ever.
"This is beyond patience," I cried; and with
one bound I reached the door, and flung it
open again.
Again it was only to find silence and vacancy.
Then, while I stood there gazing stupidly
and wonderingly around me, occurred the se?
cond memorable event of that memorable night.
The candle was in my hand. Cecilia, who had
followed me because she dared not stay behind,
was at my side; when a sudden tight grasp en?
circled my left wrist, and I felt myself drawn,
01 rather jerked, into the middle of the passage.
There the grasp relaxed, and I heard distinctly
ar sound as of garments rustling past me.
Before I could think or speak, Cecilia gave a
loud scream, and rushed down stairs; my aunt's
door opened; Colonel Northrop's voice was
heard, and the next moment the whole house
was in commotion.
I have little further recollection of that nigjit.
Uproar and discomfort embody the most ol it.
The house was searched from top to bottom,
but nobody was found, nor any clue to the dis?
turbance. Cecilia took refuge in the nursery,
and I was inducted, whether I would or no, in?
to my aunt's dressing-closet,?so I think we
were equally uncomfortable, and equally glad
to welcome morning. Only, as I thought with
a sigh of resignation while dressing, what an
immense amount of talking there was to be
done. Immense it certainly was, for it begau
before breakfast, and Lasted without intermis?
sion until bedtime, when it broke into a perfect
storm of expostulation over my resolution to
sleep in my own room. Alone? Yes, alone.
But, good heavens, was I not afraid? Afraid
of what? Oh, it was all very fine to take that
tone, but I knew something /tad happened out
of the common way. Thank God, ghosts didn't
knock at the doors every night, ana jerk people
down stairs by their wrists, whether they would
or no.
" Who says it was a ghost ? I, for one, don't
believe it was anything but-"
" But what?" demanded my aunt and Ceci?
lia, triumphantly.
" But whatever I find is to be to-night," I
answered. "If it u a trick, I mean to discover
it, and if it be a ghost?why I have never
harmed any of God's creatures, so I don't know
that I need be afraid to meet any of them."
"That's right, Rachel," said the Colonel,
who was my sole supporter. " That's sensible,
as well as brave. But 1 tell you what, my girl,
there have been cases of people losing their
senses from sheer fright, so it may be as well if
you let me take your place to-night. I'll war?
rant you I will ferret out the mystery."
" And I warrant you that I mean to win and
wear my own laurels," I answered, gaily. " I
am not afraid of losing my senses, ana as I was
the person selected, I don't mean to show the
white feather, and run away from whatever it
is. I shall sleep in my own room to-night.
Cecelia may come, if she wants to;-"
"She don't want to," put in Cecilia, hastily.
" But I mean to sleep there all the same.
Aunt Mary, you need not look so disturbed. I
am sure it will be better to settle the matter,
than to give your house the reputation of being
" It has that already, as far as tho children
and servants are concerned," said she, with a
sigh. " I declare I thought they would all go
crazy to-day. The servants' eyes nearly rolled
out of their heads, and the children, poor little
things, were afraid to look over their shoulders.
They think it was tho ghost of poor Ann, call-1
ing for vengeance on her murderer."
" I shall see that an end is put to all that
folly," said the Colonel, severely. " I wonder
you would allow it, Mary. I shall issue my
order? to-morrow, but to-night I had better in
vestigatc the matter. Rachel, I shall share
your watch."'
" Very well, sir. Where will you go ? "
" Into Cecilia's room, while she and my wife
can make each other miserable down stairs."
So the matter was settled; and after a while
we all separated, too full of the one subject to
talk of anything else, and yet rather shy of
that, just as wc were about to dare the dark
passages and dimly-lighted chambers.
As I remarked once before, I am not a cow?
ard, but in my opinion cowardice and the ter?
ror that we feel whenever we are brought into
contact with the super-natural, are two differ?
ent things. I felt none of the first; but I felt
a great deal of the last, whenT bolted the door
behind me on that night, and put my candle?
stick down on the toilet table. All the fantas?
tic thoughts which sometimes come to us with?
out any cause whatever, crowded over me then.
I looked into the mirror at my own white face,
and a still whiter one seemed dimly peering be?
hind Die. The shadows that hung around the
corners of the room seemed gathering into
spectral shapes, and a leaf scraping against the
window was enough to make me start and quiver
all over. When I got into bed, I was so far
gone in this folly, that I left the candle burn?
ing. It was not long, however, before my calm?
er sense re-asserted itself; I told myself very
concisely that I would never be fit for the
emergency when it came, if I gave way to
thoughts like these. So, after one fervent pray?
er,?1 think the'- veriest scoffer would have
prayed then?I leaned out of bed to extinguish
thelight. Before I could reach it, there came
a sound which made me pause and start, for it
was nothing more nor less than a soft, mourn?
ful sigh, which seemed to be breathed into my
very car. I paused ;?you may be sure I did
not extinguish the light then?and looked
around. Nothing whatever was to be seen;
nothing whatever to be heard, save once again
that soft, wistful inspiration. Then, while I
still waited, my eye rested on a little dog, one
of the children's pets, who had followed me in?
to the room, and lay curled up on the foot of
the bed. If I had needed proof of some strange
presence in the room, that dog's behavior would
nave given it to me. He was wide awake, but
he lav perfectly motionless, his eyes wide open,
and fixed on some object to my right; his ears
pricked forward, his whole attitude one of rapt
and painful intensity. Whatever teas present
there, the dog saw it, while I could not. There
was something terrible in this, something which
I can scarcely express in words, and I doubt if
I shall ever Jo a braver thing in all my life
than to sit quietly there, while the animal
peered pant me, with those strange, awe-struck
eyes, into the gloom and shadow. What he
saw, God only knows?I never did.
It was some time before any other sound
came, but at last there was a faint rustling, an?
other deep, mournful sigh, and then that which
I so much dreaded?a grasp, but this time a
very gentle one, upon my wrist. I had made a
resolution to do whatever seemed repaired of
, me, and I now rose at once to go wherever I
was to be led. Then the hand left my wrist,
and only the faint rustling, as if a woman's
skirts went in front of mc. I followed it?I
marvel to think so now?but I was young and
daring then, and I followed it. The door
seemed to open of itself, and let me through, and
it was only when I heard it softly behind me,
that I remembered Colonel Northrop, and mv
promise to call him should anything occur. I j
half turned back toward his door, but again
that light touch was laid on my wrist, that gen?
tle sigh sounded in my ear, and I Buffered my?
self to be led forward. Down the passage I
went, following the lead of the rustling sound
that went before mc, until suddenly it paused,
and I stopped at a closed door. |
The door of Ann Blake's room I
Then it seemed as if I woke from a sort of
trance, as uncontrollable horror rushed over me
with one strong shiver, and I broke into a cry.
A cry not loud or piercing, but still it reached
the ears of Colonel Northorp, who had been
startled by the closing of my door, and the
next moment I saw his light gleaming rapidly
down the passage. When he reached the door
of Ann Blake's room, he found mc leaning
against it, looking almost as if I were a ghost
myself, and to all his questions I had but one
reply, "The key??the key? Where is it?"
for ever since the removal of the body the door
had been locked, until at last he was obliged to
go for it.
It seemed to me ages until be came back,
bringing the key, but entirely alone, for neither
my aunt nor Cecilia could be induced to come.
Then we unlocked the door, and went in.
It may be that I had been wrought up to a
state that could imagine anything, bvt it cer?
tainly seemed to me as if a cold blast of wind
rushed over us as we entered ; and, ah ! it cer?
tainly was no imagination that there, at the
farther end of the room, was to be beard the
same rustling sound I knew so well. Colonel
Northrop's eyes met mine, and no words were
necessary to tell mc that he heard it also.
Neither of us said anything, but wc both ad?
vanced straight to the place so indicated, and
then the sound suddenly ceased. Wc were
standing in a sort of recess, formed by the bed
and a large case of drawers. What did it
mean? We looked at each other again, and it
was very evident that neither of us"could ima?
gine. After a while the Colonel broke the
silence, by saying impatiently:
"It is all arrant folly. The best thing we
can do, in my opinion, is to go back to bed.
Nothing will come of standing here."
I could not see myself that anything was to
be done, so I answered by slowly turning away.
Before I had taken three steps, the grasp sud?
denly fell on my arm?not so gentle this time,
but tight and constraining,?and it was not so
much a sigh, as a sob that sounded in my ear.
" I cannot go," I cried passionately. " There
is something for me to do, and it is here that I
must do it. There is something for me to do,?
but what can it be?"
I asked the question in a sort of despair, but
no answer came.
" To stand here and take a bad cold, proba?
bly," said Colonel Northrop, who began to re?
cover from his awe, and who had not felt, as I
had, the direct pressure of that ghostly hand.
" If the ghost docs not choose to make its wish?
es intelligible, you cannot be expected to fulfill
them, Rachel.""
But I only looked round me, and repeated
once more, " What can it be? " Then, as I am
a Christian woman, I felt that hand draw me
down, as if it would draw me to the floor. I
strove to resist,?for horror was growing very
mighty?but with one strong jerk I found my
seif on my knees. The sudden fall quite took
away my breath, and before I could recover it
sufficiently to relieve my terror by a 6crcam, I
became conscious that the plank on which my
weight rested was loose. Colonel Northrop
noticed it also; he raised me up and then said,
quietly: " Perhaps the clue is here."
The next moment the plank was lifted, and
we were peering into the dark chasm which lay
between the floor and the ceiling of the room
below. Nothing but dust and cobwebs reward1-'
ed us. I leaned over, and ran my hand along
the edge?still absolutely nothing. Then I
slowly drew it back, and in so doing, touched
something half-soft, half-hard, which made me
start. The next moment I recovered myself,
and drew it forth. It was the pocket-book of
Ann Blake!
I don't know that there is much more to be
said. The object of the manifestation was ac?
complished, and from that hour to this I have
never been troubled with another. The pocket
book was undisturbed, and we found within it
the whole sum that had been paid to Ann
Blake on the morning of the murder, together
with various letters from Watson, that to me,
at least, proved his sincere love for her, audone
that went far to prove his iunocence. This was
a note breaking the appointment for that fatal
afternoon, and giving the same reason that he
had given to the magistrate at his examination.
Whatever motive took the unhappy girl out to
her death that day, it certainly was not to meet
her lover.
The events I have narrated were attested by
too many witnesses to be doubted in Laurens
District, and the sensation they made in favor
of the prisoner were very great. He was tried
and acquitted in the most honorable manner,
and came at once to thank me for having been
instrumental in clearing him. " Not but that I
knew it was her?God bless her!" he said, with
tears in his eyes; " but then she couldn't have
found many women brave enough to do what
you did, ma'am, and as long as I live I shall be
grateful to you and thank you for it. What
hurt me most was, that I?I, who loved her the
best in the world?should have been accused of
murdering her. Maybe I'll find the cursed
wretch who did it some day, get within reach of
him, and then I won't be apt to wait for the
reckoning of the law!"
He was mistaken, however. Twenty years
have gone by since then, but it still remains for
the Judgment to show poor Ann Blake's mur?
derer. #
The Right to Tote, and the Right to Hold
The right to vote carries with it necessarily
the right to hold office. The voting class form
the body politic; they are the State really and
essentially. They are the sovereigns, for suf- ,
frage is the highest act of sovereignty. Suffrage
sets the complex machinery of government in
motion, and keeps it in operation. It creates
the executive, the legislative and the judicial?
they who make the laws and they who adminis?
ter them. Can anything be more absurd, then,
than to deny to the ruling class the right to
select from their own body those whom they
may deem worthy to hold the offices in their
gift? Negro suffrage is a fixed fact, and it is
too late now to deny all of its legitimate conse?
quences. If the negro is the ruling power in
the State, can we deny him the right to choose
his office-bearers?to choose them especially
from those of his own class ? Not only has he
the right, but we are prepared to show that
between his own race, and those who are prop?
erly denominated "scalawags" and "carpet?
baggers,"?meaning by the one mere unprinci?
pled adventurers, and by the other those who
are recreant to jthe instincts of race?it is a
right which he should properly exercise in ele?
vating the best representatives of the black race
I to office.
Not only is the right of the black man to
hold office a legitimate consequence of the
right to vote, but it makes less inroads upon
time-honored prejudices?it is a step less in ad?
vance ; less revolutionary in fact and in sem?
blance, than was the concession of universal
suffrage. To make the bondman the master?
the newly enfranchised the sole dispensers of
office?to make the ignorant rule the intelli?
gent, and the poor control the property of the
rich?this was so contrary to the principles of
right reason and the first instincts of our na?
ture, that granting this, vre may well concede?
concede without a murmur?everything else
involved. We concede the principle in its
length and breadth; we have no reason to
stickle at any of its legitimate consequences.
Negro suffrage has been established?we shall
not gainsay the right of the negro to hold
office. We go farther. We prefer the negro
in office to the rule of the carpet-bagger and
scalawag, and this for two reasons?reasons
which involve the whole question of compe?
tency?that he possesses more of ability and
1st. The black man in office will naturally
be the best representative of his race, and sur?
pass the carpet-bagger and the scalawag in
intelligence and ability. By the carpet-bagger
we do not mean Northern men who nave come
to settle with us permanently for "weal or woe."
We mean mere adventurers?the "bummers" of
the camp. They have not the stamina to com?
pete with solid men at home, but are mere
"waifs" of the storm, thrown up to the surface
by the currents of revolution. They are insig?
nificant, inert and pow2rless for good as the
' scalawags themselves?men who turn against
their race, and sacrifice their self-respect and
the good opinion of their neighbors for the lust
of office. Do you want to verify these conclu?
sions? Turn to our late Legislature itself.
Who were its controlling spirits 1 Wright, De
Large, Elliott, Whipper?Northern men, some
of them, it is true, but the best representatives
of a race with whom they arc identified in in?
terest and blood, and to whose advancement
they arc pledging their best energies.
But 2d. Who were the: most honest and con?
servative Republicans in that same Legislature?
We believe no one cioubts the honesty of
Wright, and we have heard no allegation against
the others. They arc also the most conserva?
tive. It stands to reason that it should be so.
The carpet-bagger has left his home and his
associates and allied himself with the alien
race ; and all for the greed of office. The scal?
awag has gone farther, and turned against
"those of Iiis own household." They have
both done violence to the instincts of race, and
sacrificed reputation and self-respect, which ace
the bulwarks of character. Can we hesitate
long in choosing such a man as Wright or De
Large or Lomax in preference ? We respect
an honest, conscientious black man. Not only
do wc not blame the colored men for electing
such a representative of race, but we endorse
his action in the premises. We would choose
such ourselves in preference to the others.
Such are our views, and such we believe are
the sentiments of the white meuof the South?
those "to the manor born." The Republican
party claims the monopoly of good will to the
black man. Wc dispute "the claim. "We ap?
peal to the past?we are willing, if need be, to
give pledges for the future. All the associa?
tions of our past, all the interests of the pres?
ent, all the considerations of the future, make
us the friends of the black man. This could
be clearly made to appear, but we must defer
its consideration for the present.?Abbeville
Press and Banner.
A Nice Little Story.?The New Haven
Register gives this little romance: "Some fifty
years ago a male child! was born to a family liv?
ing on the corner of State- and Court streets.
At the same hour a female child was born to a
family living on the opposite corner, on the
same street?and in a jocular conversation soon
afterwards, the mothers agreed that the babies
'ought to grow up for each other'?and it is a
singular fact that such a consummation- was
reached, twenty-five years afterward, from an
accidental acquaintance and mutual attach?
ment." i
Decisions of the Supreme Court.
Columbia, March. 1870,
The following cases, heard ?t November term,
have been decided, and the opinions filed with
the clerk of the court:
Aletha Allen vs. C. L. Gailard. Decision re*
versed so far as it sustained the investment by
the guardian in the bonds of the Greenville and
Columbia Railroad Company, unsecured by
mortgage, and affirmed in all other respecta.?
Held in pursuance of the decision in Nance vu.
Nance, decided at April term, 1869, that the in?
vestment being in personal securities it cannot
be sustained in the absence of special circum?
stances, establishing the necessity and prudence
of such investmentj and that the fact that it j
was generally esteemed at the time of invest?
ment a safe securitv is not sufficient to justify
the investment. [Opinion by Justice WillanLj
J. B. Edwards vs. J. W. Sartor. Motion
granted, and the order sustaining the demurrer
overruled, cause remanded. When A and B
joined as complainants in a bill seeking to es?
tablish equitable claims to a mortgage in the
hands of an assignee of the mortgagee and to
enforce the mortgage, that they were properly
joined as complainants, notwithstanding their
respective claims were derived through inde?
pendent and unconnected transactions. Held,
that the parties connected with the respective
transactions under which the c?iuplainanta
severally claimed an equitable interest tinder
the mortgage, were properly joined with the
parties, requisite to a foreclosure of the mort?
gage as defendants. [Opinion by Chief Jus
T. C. Tucker ct al. vs. G. B. Tucker. Judg?
ment set aside and venire facias de novo ordered,
where, in on action on a sealed note, the' de*
fence of non est factum, and also of Want of con?
sideration and fraud, was interposed. Held,
that it was error to charge the jury that the
note was valid unless the maker's mind was Un?
sound, there being evidence that should have
gone to the jury on the question of fraud and
wont of consideration/ Held, also, that the
fact that the note was given by a principal to
her agent in the course of their dealing in that
relation does not cast upon the agent the bur?
den of showing the consideration, and bona fides
of the transaction. Held, also, that witnesses
to a note are not entitled to express opinions in
regard to the mental condition, as to soundness,
of the maker, they not having the privilege ac?
corded to experts in such cases. [Opinion by
Chief Justice Moses.]
set aside and venire ordered. Held, that a note
payable "in gold six months after the present
war with the United States is ended, with in*"
terest," and "must be enforced according to
its terms; and that the terms of the ordinance
of I860, allowing the lien consideration of con?
tracts to be shown in evidence, is inapplicable
to such a contract." [Opinion by the Chief
G. Pullin vs. E. Suber. Judgment affirmed. *
Held, that when the plaintiff agreed to deliver
goods and to perform work in relation to the
same, and the goods were delivered, but the de?
fendant prevented the work from being done by
a failure to perform the stipulations of the con?
tract on his part, the plaintiff was entitled to
recover in the common courts. [Opinion by. the
Chief Justice. 1 /
V. Baldwin vs. E. Cooley and others. Judg?
ment affirmed. Held, that the act of 1866,
conferring authority on magistrates to eject
trespassers upon lands by a summary process, is
not applicable .as against one who entered law?
fully into possession, but holds the same unlaw?
fully as against one acquiring title after sachet*'
try; also, that when a magistrate assumes juris?
diction under such act, in a case not within its ?
terms, prohibition is a proper remedy; also,
that notwithstanding it is ah irregularity for"
the writ to issue in the name of a private per?
son, instead of in the name of the State, yet
that advantage cannot be taken of such irregu?
larity upon writ of error after judgment,
[Opinion by the Chief Justice.]
J. E. Uldrich and wife vs. Wi H. Simpson
and another. Decree affirmed and appeal dis?
missed. Held, that when power to sell realty,
conferred on executors, was not executed during
the life-time of the qualifying executor, but
was afterwards executed by the executor of such
executor, the latter cannot set upon want of au?
thority to sell in answer to a demand for an ac?
count of the proceeds of sitch sale. [Opinion,
by Justice W illard.l
J. A. Crotweil, Administrator, vs. J. Boozer.
Order for attachment vacated. Held, that when
the decree for the sale of real estate of an in*
' testate reserved the question of a widow's right
I of homestead, the proper time to determine such
right under the decree was on the motion-to
confirm the sale; alsoy that an order of attach-*
: ment against the widow for failing to deliver pos?
session to the purchaser was invalid, there hav?
ing been no order confirming the sale. [Opin?
ion by Justice Willsrd.] 1
What is a Ku-Kltjx??One Dr.- Ja van
Bryant, a member of the Legislature of South
Carolina, has analyzed this question, scientifi?
cally and metaphisically, and has ascertained
that " Ku-Kluxes are but the allr *ropic condi?
tions of the witches of New England, whose
larva; having long lain dormant until transpor?
ted South in the carpet-bags of pious political
priests, germinated in the credulous minds of
their proselytes, and loomed into ' gorgeous hy?
dras and chimeras dire!'"
Dr. Michael Tunio? (colored,) of Newton
county, Ga., affirms that there is no doubt that
the analysis of the characteristic of the al
lotropic conditions of these supernal existences:
is scientifically currect; but that development
does not cause transmogrification into gorgons
and hydra-headed camcleons dire, but into
Senagambfan fetichs of etherial proportions, and
of wonderful pliability, elasticity and powery
which so disturb the mucous membrane of the
anterior superior spinal process, and the black*
pigment of the second cuticle as to disarrange
the normal conditiou of higher law sensibi?*
tics, producing an abnormal condition of mus?
cular force; which may be recovered by the
proper administration of strong potations e)f
hellebore and dandelion to restore equilibrium;
and if accompanied by spiritual exercise and
incantations, properly ministered, will effect
complete eradication, and expel malipomt in?
fluences.?Ch roniele and Sen tmdi
Monument to Stonewall Jackson.?Ex
Governor Letcher, of Virginia, has published*
statement respecting the proposed monument to*
Stonewall Jackson, Baying $50,000 is needed^,
and that no local or sectional view? restrict the
scheme?that it is national in its design, and
the North has cordially responded to the an
peal, and the East and West are moving, l't is
proposed to erect a memorial chapel at the Vir?
ginia Military Institute in Lexington, and,
should the funds collected permit, a statue iih?
bronze or marble, " to transmit to coming gen?
erations the features; form and expression of
one whose name and virtues are alike knowut
and honored fchjrougjiost the civilize* world,,
and who was a bright exemplar of whatever wa?
true and noble, and of good report among"
? When most Time hang up his scythaf
When he shall he no mower.

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