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?2 PiSR annum, y
Vol 1.
Is published eycry
$2 a rear, in advance?$1 for six month*.
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neatly executed. Give us a call._
"l^^Sl?N?L CARDS.
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?where lie in prepared to take
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??Going Alone."
With curls in the sunny air tossing,
With light in the merry blue eyes,
With laughter so clearly outringing,
A laugh of delight and surprise;
All friendly assistance disdaining,
And trusting no strength but its own,
The past fears nnd trials forgotten,
The baby is "going alone."
What woeful mishaps have preceded
This day of rejoicing and pride!
How often the help thnt he needed
IIus carelessly gone from his side!
lie has fallen while reaching for sunbeams,
Which just as be grasped them have flown.
And the tears of vexation have followed,
But now he is "going alone."
And through all his life he will study
This lesson again and again ;
He will carelessly lean upon shadows,
He will fall and weep over the pain.
The hand whose fond cU sp was the surest,
Will coldly withdraw from his own,
I The Runniest eye?? will be clouded,
And he wi 1 be walking alone.
by frances heksiiaw baden.
"One more song, Carol, darling ! A
parting song, that shall till my heart t?ith
music that must endure for two years?
two long, long years ! No others' tones
will touch an answering chord in my
soul, and I feel almost selfish enough to
wish yours should not fall on other ears
when I am gone. But this you must
promise: this song yon will not sing again
to any one. It ?hall be kept tacrui to
the memory of this hour."
"I will promise, Edgar, Neither this
nor the'Welcome Greetiug'will I sing
again, until to you," answered Caroline.
Then turning to the piano, she began hei
^ouT was in her tones] and when she
ceased and turned to her lover, he ex
claimed :
"Beautiful! beautiful! Do you know,
my caroliing da ling, that you have a
fortune of surer possession in your voice
than all your lather's wealth '! But conic !
bid mc good-bye with smiles, not. tears.
The time of my going is very near. I
must hasten."'
She put forth her band; he caught it,
I and drew her tc his bosom. As he re
leased her, a bracelet caught on his but
ton and broke. The little charms
Cross, Heart, and Anchor?that were at
tached to it, separated; the cross still
hanging to thu button, the others fallii g
at Caroline's feet.
With a irightcned look she pointed to
the broken trinket, and said:
"Oh, Edgar! this is an omen ot coming
evil, I know. Your gift thus broken, and
at such a time!"
"Nonsense! At your feet, behold my
heart and hope. And on my bosom lies
our faith. Here, put a piece of ribbon
or something iu this little cross, and I
will wear it until we ineetagain."
"When shall that be?" asked Caroline
in such a mournful voice, thut Edgar
said :
"Still superstitious ?"
"I feel a present me .t, Edgar, that years
will pass before we meet again, if ever.
."But here, take this cross; I will have
faith. Sec, I have wrapped ??round it a
piece of my hair! Now, whatever the
future may bring, and whatever you may
be, send this to me, and I will come!"
Caroline said, her voice full of mourn
ful tenderness.
"Oh; Carol, pray do not talk so! You
impress me with )ottr gloom. Come,
cheer up, and own up too, that you are
afraid to trust me in the constant society
of Miss. Erving; but you need have no
fours about her. Even though I should
think of her, she would not be apt to en
courage her lather's secretary, when she
can aspire to the highest position in our
A loo'' of reproach was Caroline's re
ply to Edgars words. And when he
again pressed her to his heart iu his final
farewell, and left her, she felt then as if
it was for ever.
Before two years had passed, there
Came a great financial crisis, in which
many of the wealthiest fell?Caroline
Ainsworth's father among the first. Wh<J
poverty was threatening, not for herself
did she tremble, but for those dear one*
tlien aged, and illy able to bear cither ths
I shock or its results. Then Edgar's wordg
came back to her. She had a fortune i|]|
hor voice. Cheerfully, hopefully sh$
went to work. And then how eagerly??
she watched for the coming of Edgar*^
letter of sympathy, encouragement?aye,
that most of all, winch should sustain^
her, his words of love. The letter came..
Oh, the cold, cruel letter, which for m
time swept faith, hope,and almost reason,
from her mind and heart. A little while
only, and then she arose ab*ve the aoty
row man had caused, and bravely wcut
to work. Calmly she reread his letter,
asking to be released from his vows.
Business still retnining him in Europe,
he should not return to the States at pres
ent; and as, of course, her plans for the,
future would engross her completely, she
would agree with him it would be bet
ter, and no doubt also agreeable to her,
to be free.
"You are free," were the only words
Caroline wrote in reply. A year spent
in study and winning encouragement
from the best masters, and then to try'
herpowei. Success followed, and fame,
crowned her with laurels.
Europo and America acknowledged
her the prima donna of the age. "Teach
her to love, and then hers will be music
divine. Power, passion, pathos?she has
all; but they had been acquired from
great musters. The wanting power must
be of herself, from her own soul," said
the old connoisseurs.
Seven years had winged their flight
since, she had parted from Edgar Rose
veldt. She had heard nothing of him
since nbout six mouths after her ?<:rtSnL
coining homeio marry Miss Erving.
Altera night of even more thun usual
eclat, she Eat the next day surrounded
w ith the tokens of her listeners' appre
ciation. Flowers rare and beautiful,
jewels costly and antique, all around
her. She pushed them impatiently aside,
and her head sank into her hands. Her
th< ughts Hew hack to the time when she
sang simple ballads, and watched for the
words and look of admiration from one
with more eagerness, and hailed its com
ing with more real gratification than ever
since she had from the crowned heads
and nobles of the land.
"How near I was last night to singing
the'Welcome Greeting!' I could with
difficulty restrain myself. My heart
seemed filled with that. I have not
thought of it sinco that night. I think,
if I had sung it. there might have been
found the wanting tone. They say I ara
cold?there is no love in my voice. Cold !
Oh, can they not think there is a cold
ness more icy than that of unknown
love ? 'Tis when love has boon given
birth, known life, and then been killed,
that it becomes so icy cold !" Thus Caro
line Ainsworth communed with herself.
Going to n jewel casket she unlocked
it and drew forth the little golden heart
and anchor.
"Strange ! strange that I should have
felt the coming of his perfidy! I knew
that night it would be so. I wonder
w here the little companion of these is?"
she murmured. i'What do I care for this
life of continual excitement; this admira
tion of the miilu ns? Nothing?nothing.
All, all are gone now for w hom I cared
to be great. Edgar worse than dead.
Would that 1 could think ofhim watch
ing and waiting for my coining, in the
land where angels sing! Father gone!
mother gone! I cure for the p-niso of no
one now ! I sing to no one now! Oh,
weary, weary life! I have only one joy?
the remembrance of the comfort I gave
A knock on the door announced tho
coining of some one, and in answer to her
permis>ion to "come in," a waiter pre
sented himself, ami taid, handing an en
velope, "Mademoiselle, the bearer is
"Oh, I am tired oftheae baubles!" 6ho
?aid, as she pressed in her fingers the en
velope, which contained an offering of
some hi- d she knew. The pressure made
'the impression not of n ring, on the paper
fci which it was inclosed, but a cross. As
^Caroline's eye detected that, she opened,
?fith an appearance of more interest, the
??Waled paper, and the little golden cross,
wrapped with her own hair, was in her
E "Your promise 1 Do you remember?
iXhe messenger will direct you," was writ
1 im tremulously and irregularly but she
|fcnow his hand had penned the lines.
I ''Bring the bearer to me immediate]},
Joan, and order my carriage. I shall be
?ready to use it in fifteen minutes."
f "Tell me, my good woman. Thegentlc
ftnan?U ?e il ?"
\l The womai could understand but lit
itle English, and Caroline, repeating her
'inquiry iu Frcneh, learned that the wo
man had been sent by a gentleman who
fwas ill? perhaps dying. Bidding the wo
mou como with hor, and direct the driver,
Caroline entered her carriage. After u
half hour's drive, the carriage stopped
before a lodging heuse in the Rue de
<Rivoli. The woman preceded Curoline
in, and up long flights of 6tairs until they
reached a door; opening which cautiously,
she stepped in an instant. Returning,
S?he whispered, "Come in!"
He was sleeping?the miserable wreck
of the oncfi handsome Edgar Koseveldt.
As Caroline bent over his wasted form,
a great terror filled her heart?she had
come too late. "Dead ?" she had groaned
?forth, looking from the pale features to
the attendant, who answered, "No, no !
sleeping 1"
Beuding over, gazing on the form of
him once so proud and noble looking,
\hcn so worn, so wretched* Caroline's
heart filled with pity. All tljp cruel past
was forgiven. How could she feel resent
^ent toward blm lying f>q stricken, before
The eagerness of her watching, the in
tense gaze, must have aroused the sleeper.
He slowly opened his eyes and met hers.
"Ever true," he murmured?"to your
promise," he added, in a voice so low
Caroline had to stoop very near to catch
his words.
The effect of speaking seemed to ex
haust him. Looking into his eyct, still
so beautifully bright, raised to hers with
a look so eager, so appealing, Caroline's
own grew dim, and tears fell unrestrain
ed on the wasted hand she clasped in
Such a grateful look met her eye ! She
thought, "Oh! why is he here aloneY
Where is she whose gentle hand should
minister here?"
He had gained some little strength,
and when she drew near aud seated her
self, he said :
"1 would not have sent for you if I had
been equal with you in any way. But
now, when you are so far above me, you
can stoop at least to pity. I am dying,
you see. 1 could not resist the constant
longing to see you once more?tnc
more to hear your voice. Can you for
get the past long enough to sing me one
She said, "You must feel I do forgive,
and will forget all that you would fain
have me." She sang the song that had
trembled on her lips the night before, and
filled her heart ever since; then burst
forth the "Welcome Greeting."
A smile, wau but very sweet, came
over his pale face, and rested there until
she hud finished her song. He seemed
to grow much stronger, and inclined to
talk. Seeing this, Caroline said :
"How is i*. you are heronlonf,in Parin?
Whete are your friends? your?" wife
she would have said, but the word died
on her lips. She could not utter that,
and continued, "Tell me something of
"I will?all," he answered. "When I
wrote you that cruel letter?"
"Hindi!" Cnroliae said. ' I would only
hear of your later life."
"I must," ho answered, "I must. Then,
for a period, I was possessed of a spirit of
evil. I was flattered by thi kindness of
Miss Erving. I believed I could win her,
wealth and high position. I thought I
I did, or could love her, and forget you.
I But I soon knew I could not, and would
have given,every thing I possessed, to
have been able to recall that letter. I
almost made up my mind to write again,
aud sue for what I had resigned. When
your reply came, then I determined io
returu home and seek you, and try to
gain forgiveness, and a return of confi
dence. On my arrival, you had left.
And after, when success and fame came
so quickly to you, I dared uot seek you.
Resigning my position as Mr. Erving's
secretary, I eugaged in business with one
I had always believed ray friend, and an
honest mau. I trusted every thing to
him. My heart was not in my work. I
was dissatisfied with myself, and every-*
thing I engaged in was doomed to failure.
My partner robbed me, and finally went
off with all the money lie could obtain.
With the little lett, u few hundred dollars,
I foil )wed him here. Maoy weeks ago, I
was seized with a rcver, from which I
I have never recovered; and now I have
but little hope I ever shall. But for this
kind woman, I should have suffered much.
Last night I thought I was dying, or I
should not have sent for you this mora
lie ceased, tired nnd fuinting almost,
from the exertion of so much speaking.
Again the kind attendant came, Caroline
motioned the woman into the adjoining
room, and questioning her closely, learn
ed that he was entirely without money.
The little he had was soon consumed in
obtaining the most necessary medicines.
Returuing to the bedside, she stood. her
heart overflowing with joy. She knew
then, her place had never been given to
Could the ndmiring hundreds who
gazed on her the night before, have seen
her then, they would have found all that
they had thought wanting. The look,
the touc, the feeling, that so mauy had
sought in vajn, -was there-.. yShe.tnmt over
and whispered to the sufferer: "
"Edgar, you will live!."
A new light flushed in his eye, and
gazing eagerly into hers, he whispered:
"Live ! for what ?"
"Look into my eyes, Edgar, and see!"
she murmured, a beautiful flush tinging
her fair face.
He could not mistake, for plainly her
eyes answered his cry. "Live for love
ami me" they said.
"No, no; you cannot mean it! You so
high, and I so crushed ! You shall uot
stoop so low, my (pitcn. Even in my
dreams I am not so wild?"
"Edgar, I only sloop to lay my heart
for you to raise to light and life. Look
back. See me not as the multitude, their
favorite for the time; sec only the simple,
loving girl of the past. Know not the
prima donna. Know alone the trusting
woman, w ho willingly will resign the ad
miration of the world for the love and
appreciation of one true heart."
Thus she came down from the height
of her greatness to the true, loving wo
When next she sang, all hearers ac
knowledged the newly gained powor.
There was no longer a wanting tone. A
few weeks alter, all Paris was surprised,
ami many of her noble sous indignant,
that their "Queen of Song" should have
wedded a man entirely unknown to the
world. But what cared, she? He was
more than all the*world to her.
A Texan game of euchre was ended by
one of the players ordering the other up
with his little Derringer.
'1 he boiler of a locomotive attached to
a freight train exploded in Purkeraburg,
West Virginia, yesterday, killing three
Women thinK all men are thieves since
they may rob them oven of their names.
The Dolly Varden is a contrivance to
bring cash out of husbands for the adorn
ment of peacock*.
The Cincinnati Convention has nomi
nated Horace Grecley for President, a- d
B. Gratz Brown for Vice- President! The
meeting was very enthusiastic.
A special term of the United States
Circuit Court is to be held in Columbia
on the first Monday in August next
Women think nil men me thieve, uince
they may rob them oven of their*names.
A practical writer says: "No one can
justly estimate the force of internal in
fluence unless it comes in the form of an
empty stomach."
j A couple of drunken vagabonds got
into a gutter, and after floundering some
time, one of them mumbled, "I say, let**
go to another house?ibis hotel-leaks."
The assertion so frequently made, that
it is impossible to arrest the flight of time,
is altogether erroneour; for. who is there
that caunut stop a minuter*-a^N,*^^4*
A student of medicine out in Michigan,
having courte.d a girl a year, and got the
mitten, has turned around and sued tho
father for "the visits" he paid her. -
The Charleston (afternoon) ftepub&
can has suspended its daily issue, and
will hereafter only appear semi-weekly.
Cause?"Purely economical reasons."
A Philadelphia paper says "thfiro is a
graveyard In Pennsylvania where may
be seen the impressive picture of a man
Bleeping peaceably by the side of his six
A certain demagogue of our acquaint
tance says that he belongs to no propa
ganda society. But ho ought to. Such
a proper goose should belong to all the
propagander societies in the land*
"Please turn your hcatf. a little," said
a beautiful nurse to her male patient.
"You have turned it already, Madam/'
said he. "Ah, sir, I guess you will not
di i this time." &mfosi
It is said that every woman app^a
different to every man, ajad.every .nfttur*p^4:
has its separate watc.hw.uxtl, which an
swers to one and will: not respond \o an
- ^ , _?_ ,- ... mi iiWI
|? An execution in Delaware was lately
attended by the sheriff and jury, with a
fow friends, a'he clergyman, in bis prayer,
hoped that the awful punishment would
have its effects upon those k resent, by
inducing them to forsake their evil ways.
General Wade Hampton has accepted
the invitation of the Ladies' Memorial
Association of Raleigh to deliver the
memorial address at the decoration of the
Confederate soldiers' craves on the 16th
Naples, May 3.?A terrible hurricane
swept the foot and slopes of Vesuvius,
greatly damaging the villages and tho
remaining crops. Bombay, Madras and
vicinity were visited by a terrible cyclone,
causing loss of life and vessels. The
eruption of Mount Vesuvius has entirely
Mrs. H. L. Buiterfielp, the well
known hostess of the PevUion Hotel
died there Thursday at tw.elve^ o'e'eek^
after a painful and somewhat protracted
illness. At the death of her husband, the
late P. Ii. Butterfield, she succeeded to
the management of the home, and con
ducted it very satisfactorily.
P. W. Morris, hailing from North Caro
lina, and well-known as a tobacco and
cattle trader, committed suicide At An
derson Court House, on Saturday last.
The deceased was quite dissipated in his
habits, but was a quiet r.nd inoffensive
mau. .
A poor man was killed in Michigan, a
few weeks ago, under distressing cifcum
stnnceo, leaving his wife sick and penni
less. A bachelor frieud interested him
self in the matter, and raised sixteen hun
dred dollars for the widow, then proposed,
and being accepted, he married her, anS '
pocketed the money himself.
Escaped.?-On Tuesday night, Joo
Jackson, Jim Paulding, Hance Bridget,
Tom Smith, W. H. Jones and BUI Green,
(all colored,) confined in the jail as coun
ty prisoners, made then escape from the
I jail, by forcing the cell doors open and
springing the window gratings wit.. ?<e.h
weights taken fnra tho windows by:one
of the prisoners, who was allowed the use.
of the corridor daring the day, on ac
count of sickness. After forcing the wiw- ?
dow bars, they let tbemselve? down v.i h
their blankets. Policemau Young saw
them in the yard and gave the alarm, but
obtained no assistance ?[Carolinian.

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