Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1860-11-10
MISCELLANY.
The Last Act of All.

The Last Act of ALI.
Ned Buntlinc" in his recolections of
visit to Nashville tells the following:
One evening shortly after the close of the
Mexican war, found myself at the old CHM"
once kept by the noble Ferguson, in company
with Frank c., Bill ~, and two or three other
friends who had with me faced death on the
plains of Mexico, and afterwards 4" rcveled in
the halls of Montezumas." We had dincd
together, and the wine had not been ale, there
fore, We felt inclined for any kind of fun
which might present itself,
young man o. very plausible address and
most gcntcel appearance, had in some way got
into the company, and though from some words
which dropped knew he was gambler, |
contented myself with avoiding any converse
tion with him, letting the rest do as they
pleased in regard to him. heard them call
him MorfOrd, and afterward learned that he
came from a respectable stock.
After we had drunk few glasses at the
bar to top off" with, walk was proposed !;
and Morford volunteering to show the bows
some fun was selected as pilot This did not
please nc ovormuch, but would not let anv
whim of mine break up the party, and so /
went along.
We were passing long brick building, but
a short distance below the bridge, when sue.
cession of screams evidently from females, and
other indications of general row, fell upon
our ears. AS the noise came from the brick
building, we were not long making an en-
trance thereto, and in moment witnessed one
of the most disgraccful scenes that man can
ever look upon.
Two fraii women were engaged in q beastlv
fight, while other brutes, in the garb of men
and women, were encouraging the combat
The scene did not last long; for Morford, with
a cry of horror, sprang forward, and dashing
the combatant5 apart drew one toward him.
Good Heavens Pauline you here ?" he
exclaimed, in a voice of agony.
Yes, Henry" replied the girl, whose per-
sonal beauty was great, notwithstanding the
evidence of intoxication, and whose likeness
to himself was striking, "you broke fathers
heart by. turaing gambler, and thought I'd
finish the work -
She never flashed the sentence that she
had commenced.
With wild cry of despair, the young man
drew pistol from his pocket, and before n
word could be spoken, or hand raised 70 In
tertere, her brains bcspattcred the wall near
where she stood. And while yet the report
echoed in the room, and the sitting smoke
rose over her body, the young gambler cooked
a second barrel of his revolver, and coolly say
ing Good bye, gentlemen, must 90 with
my sister" fired and fell corpse beside the
body of his vic;im.
it turned out to be true that she was his
sister, and this was the first knowledge he had
Of her having, like himself, departed from the
path of honor apd virtue
Our fun was over for that night, and we
went back to our quarters sobercd and sad
deoed set of men. None of us will be likely
to forget that tragedy while life lasts.
Couldn't FIND HIM OUr.-Tom Hobs,
coming one day into the Office of country
1gwyer, of remarkable domestic habits, and
perceiving him, as usual, immersed in his
books, with very grave countenance address.
ed him as follows
Well, Squire, [ declare now, / have
known you, man and boy, these twenty years
and yet [ can t find you out
The Squire looked extremely grave at this
imputation upon his character, and hemmed
and hawed a number of times, before he
could give utterance to his surprise.
"Why, really, Tom," at length said he,
have always tried to sustain a reputable
charactcr--I believe / have always dealt
frankly and above board with YOU"
True, true" replied Tom, stroking his
chin with the left hand, as if weighing the
import of his words, " bat for al that must
still say can't find you QUO"
"What do you mean, Tom? Just explain
yourself, for really L don't understand the
meaning of this charge"
{" [ mean as | say" said Tom. "I can't
find you OUT" and the reason is, Glowing
profoundly to the lawyer) always fad you
in"
KNOWLEDGE cannot be acquired without
pains and application. 1t is troublesome,
and like deep digging for pure water; but
when you once come to the springs, they rise
up to meet you.
One swallow, to be sure doesn't make a
summer; but few swallows too many often
make fall
WoRTH REMEMBERING. 1t is not what we
earn, but whot we save, that makes us rich
1t is not what we eat, but what we digest, that
makce US fat, It is not what we read, but
what We remember, that makes US learned.
H0KoUR tho wcltdcscrying.