The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1897-09-10

spln9:: He was man of brilliant
mad and high ambition and splen
I did prospects, but tho doctors testi
fed that he would be mental
wreck, and his eloquent lawyer drow
such a sad picture of tho wreck that
tho jury gave this largo amount as
compensation. No bones were brok
on nor did he suffer any pain. He
walked about and visited his friends,
and showed no sign of imbecilty,
but his mental forco was impaired,
his high ambition gone, and this YER
dict was only al approximation of
the damage.
What, then, is the peace of fam
lily worth? Not merely peace Of
mind, bpt Of heart, for the heart
outrqnks the mind as the mind does
the body. I was ruminating about
these Ill, assorted, unhappy marriages
sthat seem in these later years to bo
moro frequent than in the olden time,
and are the prolific source of SO
much domestic trouble. The poet
says:
GLOW sad and dreary is the homo
Where love, domestic love, no longer
nestlcs,
But stricken by some cruel doom
Its corpse lies on the trestles."
[ wonder how many modern mar
riages may bo called happy--in how
many families do peace. and love
rule the household Not many
among the children of the rich, 1
know, for they have known no want
nor self denial, and cannot bear pa
tiently any misfortune And even
among the poor there is misery that
tho hard times have increased. On
ly yesterday sad-fa woman
came to us begging food and clothes
for her children, and her story wos
that her husband had to run away
for trying to make a living by run
ming blind tigor. What a curse is
this marriage tie when hastily and
unhappily made. If | was girl,
it seems to me, | would rather re-
main single all my life than bind
myself body and soul to a young
man who had no moral principles to
govern him. Tho chains of matri-
mony! If IA man commits a crime
he can give bond and keep out of
jail, but there is no bond provided
for poor woman who is chained to
bed, urprincipled husband. She
tlmidly shrinks from seeking di-
vorce, for evon that does not erase
the scars of the shackles she has
worn. Her life and her hopes are
blighted. There is no more pitiful
sight in all nature than a good wo
man chained for life to bad, un-
principled man. She clings to her
children as nor only comfort and
lives only to shield them from her
shame.
But why write about these things
of sorrow? | know they arc unwel-
come to my readers, but [ have
Thought it a duty, and that some one
or moro might bo influenced to stop
and think. On yesterday 1 received
long letter from m old friend ask
ing me to plead with the young peo-
pie. and beg them to stop this mad
career that seems to bo increasing in
our southern land-this unhallowed
thirst for getting money by short
cuts and dishonest pratices-this
drinking and gambling that leads to
suicide or tho jail-this infidelity to
their marriage VOWS that destroys
the happiness of the family.
But this will do for this time. 1t
is not good day for mo no how. 1t
is not Friday, but it is one of these
hard, unlucky days that brings trou-
bio in various forms. The old COW
got out last night and went foraging
in the suburbs and eat up whole
cotton patch, and Pm expecting the
darkey overy minute to come for his
damages. But that's nothing. A
little negro girl was rolling our lit
tic Caroline through tho long hall
on Il tricycle.. The child is only two
and n half.years old, and is my com
fort--a little bluo.eyed beauty that
wo bOrrOw o1moat oyary dow from,