The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1907-10-08

rosy, rare sweet girl, delicate as a
full blown rose vita golden hair and
sparkling blue eyes; another looked
exceedingly pretty, Like dew silver'ns
budding rose; another an inehna-
tion Of love, beauty and grace, like a
sunrise in her young splendor. But
why mention a few, when they were
! all tne gentlest, sweetest, loveliest,
most radiant, graceful, modest and an
gelic Of cillage maidens. These are no
fancy pictures. I could name each one.
Where are they nowf All except one
sleeping in the hush Of the grave.
In my dream I was greeted with =
genial smile by a pure, good, intelh'
gent man Of great common sense; he
was leading fine looking sp1ghtly
and intelligent lad, who grew up to be
generous, good humored, useful and
having the confidence Of every one;
a delightful example Of complete
gentle manhood. The initials to his
name are s. G. W.
AS I passed in my dream I saw
the old red brick C. II. its winding
granite steps, iron railing and four
large white columns in the portieo.
/ entered toe lower story and pass
ed through a long, narrow arched
aisle. On the right was the ordinary's
Office, Judge VIM. Wilson presiding,
q pure and just judge. On the left
the Office Of commissioner in equity.
Drayton Nance great and cheerful
force in the community was commis-
sioner. Again on the left the clerk 3
Office I saw Y. J. Harrington and
John S. Carwile, just, pure, upright
men, patriarchs Of the village beloved
by every one. On the right I saw Reu-
ben Pitts in sheriff's Office, a solid
man, good legislator WITH fine NOR
al nature. West of the C. 81. was the
rough rock goal, with its barred win
dows lighting up that relic Of barbar-
isne-he debtors room, and hell
was Frank Price, with his brass pis-
tol, the presiding genius.
I next saw the ancient locust, as
venerable as any prophet, with the
wide benediction of his giant arms,
and the shelter Of his green mantle
on a hot noentide.
"Here village statesmen talked
with looks profound" on politics, lit
erature, &c. I can now mention a
few. Pominent was Paul Johnstone
whose manners were dignifed and
polished by his language fine; his wit,
ready; affections, warm; his fine intel
lectual and moral nature he inherited
from his father, braided with the
sweetness Of his mother. Or W. d.
Harrington to mention whose name
is to conjure up pleasant memories
and awaken feelings Of kindness; the
influence he diffused was bright, gen
ial and pure.
These good men and B. ]. Ramage,
Adam Summers, J. B. Carwile and
several othersfll the answer Thaok-
cry gave to the question: "What IS
it to be a gentleman viz: "1t is
to be honest, to be gentle; to be gen.
erous; to be brave: to be wise, and
possessing all Of these qualities, to
exercise the most graceful manner"
Read in Carwile's "reminiscences q
most happy description Of the old
C. II. and the Locust club.
The persons I knew and loved
have nearly all passed away, but l
saw them in my dream and will write
Of them hereafter.
I will close this letter with Texas
incident: 20 years ago, riding alone
through a forest on my way home
from court in an adjoining county, l
was startled with loud, snorous
vocies singing: "Ring dem sweet shin
ing bells; Ring dem sweet bells. The
singing was at an old log church and
as I rode up I met two Georgians
and Pedee man out side listening to
the negro preacher. The negroes were
happy; they were experiencing reh-
gion Of the loudest kind. In their
singing they preferred something that
sounded we'll; having good rousing
chorus, with plenty Of mouth open