Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1867-03-30

SceuncU more ilkeiy 10 20 SucceSSIul IN his |
profession. He and Mr.. Rowland were car
y associates. The latter, few, years before
the period at which We now flnd him, had
commenced tho nefarious traffic in ardent
spirits had grown rioh--had induced Wat.
kins to drink-madc him drunk, and by de-
yrecs drunkurd and when the poor besot-
ted victim was unable to pay his debts, con
.racted mostly for ruin, but partly by neg.
ecting his professional duties, he: his former
associate, his pretended friend, his destroyer,
was the first to dccoy and opprcss him. His
horses and oxen wcro sold by tho sheriff
next his household and kitchen furniture were
seized aud finally mortgage was given to
Rowland upon the homestead of the drunk
ard, to secure the rum-dealcr in tho payment
of pitiful balance in his favor.
This calamity did not check the prodiga
career Of the inebratc. He still quaffed tho
liquid poison, and still did the heartless deal,
er hold out inducements to prevail upon him
to sink lower into wrctchcdncss and shame-
few weeks after, he wax one morning found
dead in the street. lIo had left tho grocory
ut a late hour the preceding night, in state
Of intoxication. The night was dark, and he
probably missed his way--fcll into gutter
found himself unable to get out-and, being
stupoicd with rum, he went to sleep, and
frozo to death.
Rowland in a short time forccloscd the
mortgage, and the homo Of tho drunkard's
wife bccnme the legal property of tho man
who had destroyed her peace, and reduced
her to bcgsary and want. He permitted her
to remain 1 on the premises, cxacting an ex-
travagant rate Of rent Mcutal anguish OK
ccssive labor, want of proper nourshment,
and exposure, had well nigh worn her out,
aud she was fast sinking into the grave where
they weary are at rest. No ono had been
near her; no one seemed to care for her; in
fact it was not known to her nearest neigh
bors that she was sick
Mr. Rowland felt anxious for his rent, there
being at that time small sum due. And
perhaps it is owing to that circumstance that
he SO readily consented to accompany the lit
tie girl to the room Of her sick mother. III,
drew on his ovcrcoat, and drew on his gloves,
and, taking his umbrella, set out through tho
drifting snow and slcct, and bent his way to
tho widow uncomfortable home.
He found her lying Oh miserable bed of
straw, with her head slightly elevated the
only chair belonging to her house being placed
underthe pillow. She was paleand ghastiy, and
evidently near tho hour of dissolution Mr..
Rowland being seated on rude wooden stool,
she said, in feeble but decided tone Of
voice.
Il have sent for you, sir, to pay me Wis,
it, that | may make you the heir to my estate
My estate I? know you arc ready to ask
what estate have to bequcath. Well may
you ask that, was o'.ce happy. This house
was once mine; it was once m;nc; it was my
fathers gift-my wedding portion. l had
horses and oxen, and cows and sloep, and
orchards and meadows. Twas you that in
duccd my poor crring husband to drink 1t
was you who placed before him the liquid
poison, and pressed him to take it, Twas
you that took away my horses and COWS, and
meadows and orchards, and my own home -
Twas you that ruined my peace, destroyed
my husband, and in the very noon of life scnt
him down to a drunkard's dishonorcd grave
Twas you that made me a beggar, and cast
my poor starving babes upon the charity of
p'tiless world. | have nothing left but these
ragged quilts; them you do not want-yct
Here, sir as my last will and testament, do
boqucath to you this vial of tears. They arc
the tears that have shcd-tcars that you
have caused Take this vial ; wear it about
your vilo person and when hereafter you
present the flowing bowl to the lips of hus-
band and father remember that you arc in
hcrting another vial of widows tears"
An hour more and the poor widow, the
widow of thousand sorrows, tho once favor
cd child of fortune, the once lovely and
wealthy bride, the once aifectionatc wife and
devoted young mother, lay cold and sonsey
in death, and her soul had been summoned
to that God who has said, "Yengcanco is
mine, and | will repay"
TWO persons Of satiric turn met neigh
Dor, and said " Friend, wo have been dispu-
ting whether you arc most knave or fool"
The man took each of the qncr;sts BY the
arm, so that he was in the middle. "Truth,"
said he, " believe I am between both"
NIaHr-TnE Poor MANS FaIEND.-
Night levels all artificial distinction. The
beggar, on his pallet of straw, sleeps as sound.
y as the king, on his bed of down Night
kind, gentle, soothing, refreshing night-the
earthly paradise Of the slave, tho sweet obliv-
ion of the care worI. soul, tho nurse of no.
nance, Of devotion; how the great, painting
hoo ~ Sofo Al,