Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1878-09-12

| our globe, 1t is to initiate the death of the
Saviour of tho world. The rain falls SLOWLY.
the storm of tho afternoon having sunk into
a dismal, solernnly cad drizze as though
the heavens themselves were touched to
tears at the sight Of 80 much human misery.
| The rattle of an ooonsional vehicle along the
silent street tells that the member of some
benevolent society is hastening to minister
to the sick or dying. That is oil. Else is
silence, deathly and awful, with naught but
| tho rattle of tho water from the roof into
the tin gutter, and that has the ominous
gurgle of @ death rattle in the human
throat. 81
Seventy dead and at least 1876 new cases,
God help US! If hopo wore not wore to a
| skeleton; if she had not taken herself to
fprayer, we might find spark to kindle
weak glow of light in this impenetrable
darkness, and expect that the heavy shower
of to day would wash from air, from gutter
and from bayou partof the foul pestilentiat
air which is breeding death. The horrors
of the hour cannot be told, even if the
hoart did not scken at tho task. There
are horrors such as make he'll on earth:
such as make life almost burden. Else
| where it will bo seen that noble band Of
! physicians havo como to our aid. We need
| them oil, and more, and when we think into
what tornado of death they throw their
frail bodies, We cannot but be amazed that
strangers should dare so much for strangers. Z
Their reward is found in a higher sphere
than that in which our full hearts beat in
gratitude. The Howards need mon to
supply tho places Of their sick. Their
inability to visit all the stricken Yesterday
caused much distress, if no deaths. The
ranks of the clergy, as bravo company of
Christian soldiers as ever faced martyrdom
without fear, have been invaded. But
why write more? Why try to add words
when tho dark list below speaks so plainly
Of our unprecedented oalamity2 Where It
all will end, God only knows.
There are women of pluck aud uusurpassa.
bio devotion in Momphis who dare every.
thing for those they love. The faithless
are of the other sex, Of those whom the
world IN one of it's greatest misnomers has
dubbed athe stronger SEX" While John
Donovan forsakes his wife, and leaves his
| children to die in strangers hauds; while
son hies to Arkansas Springs and leaves his
mother and two brothers to he borne by
other hands to the grave, in contrast shines
out the faithtuness of woman, as q devoted
mother, as patient, attentive wife, as life-
risking daughter, sister, friend. By the
bedside of tho burning body, inhaling the
poison of tho sick room, foul with that odor
which tolls tho nature of the dreadful
disease, performing service which mono
other will do, wearing smile while the
heart is breaking and lifting up the head
when in the last agony, her person is be-.
fouied BY that most ropulsivs aud horrible
| of oil substanoe--b black vomit--she sits and
watches, and nurses and cares for hor loved
| one till he lives asain or passes beyond her
| aid. The penalty of hor service Of love is
generally death. Instances come to the
writer's mind faster than he can record
thcm, instances which are but q few.of the
many which have become like part Of
heaven in so much Of earth's hell.
A citizens relief committee ,uan walko6
into an humble cottage ia the Southern
portion Of the city. There no found two
chiidron i'll, ono weak and listless but owl
IDENTIFY convalescing, the other tossing in
burning fcver. little woman in black sat
between the two and was in tho act Of kis:-
sing tAe brow Of tho little feyored ono.
"Can't send you q nurse, MADAME" asked
tho visitor "No, sir" (the. pale little
woman Bmiled) ~ have brought ono
child through and shall bring the other.s
"But you are worn out" ooh, no sir. Al
kind Italian woman near by comes in and
helps me sometimes" Sho would not Weld;
no other hand but hers could minister to
hcr little ones. An old grandmother told
Rev. Mr. Parsons not only to having nuraed
hor grandson to his death, but in want Of
somc one else to do It had with her old
hands prepared him for the grave. A chita
wos stricken with fever on Alabama street.
"do," said the mothor to the father, "I
sbell never leave tho boy, hut you must not
be endangered" Tho coward complied,
and saw from over tho way short cofffn
borno out Of his home. The mother ID
paying t'e prioe Of hor devotion, and by to
morrow will herself pass to her last home in
tho city. h, aa,5 ..g,.. i
A sick man's lady friend wrotc: "Please
lot mo come" And when his friends
thought tho die was oast, they consented TO-
hls !sumaoning her. Boldly she laid aside
hor hat, pushed back her hair, and forcing
9 smile to hor lips, entered the room.
Some Of his mals frionds stood outside OH
tho door stops "to inquire how the csoar Old
boy is getting along" The keeper Of d
house of i'll fame on Gayoyo street dared tho
loss of "businesa," dared tho deaortion .of
her place by all but one of its inmates, to3
nurse faithfully to the end ono who was to
her comparative stranger but whom
chance he'd brought plague.stsioken to her,
door. Those ers.ea few Of hundreds.
Mothers hayo made their sons leaye towrl.
and then relieved apparently Of all alarm,