The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1872-05-29


and its head are already numbered.
The Cincinnati Convention has pealed
the death knell, the funeral ceremonies
will take place on the 7th OF November,
and the reign of despotism, nepotism,
corruption and incapacity will soon pass
only into a disagreeable memory, under
the better hopes and brighter auspices
which renewed era of good feeling is
to usher in.-Neu York News.
WHY SHE NEVER MARRIED.
Slimper said it was because she could
get no one to have her. but Mrs. Slimper
did not know, and then besides. in the
little village where they resided, folks
did say that Mrs. Slimper need not
boast, because what was Mr. Slimper,
anyhow? nothing but an excuse for
man, who had been refused by every girl
in the village in rotation, and had turned
III very desperation to Miss Jane Gibbs,
she was then, and not 80 young, either,
Heaven knows; and she had accepted
him, but Slimpsr had often wished be-
fore his life was worried out Of him by
that woman that she had followed suit
and said no, too.
She died ono day, all alone in the still
ness of her room, with no one nigh but
the angels to sooth her last moments,
aud yet there clung around her sense
of peace, and the hard drawn mouth had
relaxed and was wreathed in smile
such q proud and happy smile. Her
face was turned toward a picture on the
wall-a picture of a noble, handsome
looking fellow-and one hand reached
out to it. on the bony fore-fnger of
which glistened Il large solitaire diamond
ring, making weird and strange con-
trast.
On the floor, beneath the picture. lay
piece Of faded black Grape, which had
fallen from the frame, around which it
had been twined, probably torn from
thence. who knows, by angel hands, SO
that it would not interfere with her last
fond look ut the face within it. They
found her thus, and her only friend, an
old gray-bearded man, the sexton of the
place, was called to see her. He en-
tered, and gently murmuring, He has
come for her at last" he went to the bed
on which she lay, and with q trembling,
tender hand. arranged the withered form.
They buried her. A few of the kinder
hearted villagers followed her to the
grave and saw her placed from sight,
and then they left; not Que remained,
not one save the old sexton, who leaned
upon his spade, and murmuring again,
"She has come ut last" gazed sorrow-
fully on the grave. Twas thus we found
him, and in the fullness of his heart he
told US Of her.
Years ago. he said. thirty long years
ago, she was winsome lass, and the
pride and belle of the village-a prize
that all the gay lads of the time strove
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day-here his voice sunk low-but one
day, there came to the village, from
whence no one knew, daring, hand
straightforward manner nude him O fa-
vorite with all the lassies, and he won
the heart of ''our birdie"-that is what
they called her then. He was a proud
and happy man, and valued his treasure
at full value. il that were possible: and
that he loved her, none could doubt,
when looking into his bright blue eye
and hearing him breathe her name. All
went we'll; he gave her the ring we
buried with her. All went we'll, till one
day there came by the stage couple of
lynx-eyed. determined looking men, one
nf whom went to him, and tapped him
on the shoulder and simply said, II
want you" He turned deadly pale, and
threw his hand to his forehead, and
would have fallen. had not the man that
had spoken to him caught him, and sus-
tanned him until he recovered himself.
he said never word, but walked away
between the two with firm and manly
step, but with face as white as death.
It leaked out after awhile that the two
men were detectives, and that he was
arrested for forgery. He sent for her
before they took him off. but what he
said no one ever knew. When he left he
waved his hand from the stage coach
window, and said: Il will come for you,
my little one; wait until do" And
she, with proud, confiding look which
showed no matter what the world might
think, she would never believe him
guilty. firmly and proudly replied. II
will" But he never came again. They
found him guilty; they pnt him in prison
for number of years and there he died.
She waited for him long and faithfully,
even after they told her he was dead; but
as said he never came until the other
night, and then she went to Heaven with
him.
Our WITH THR DRY BONES -Thimble.
rigging politicians of the Vorhees-Bel-