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THE VOTE OF SOUTH CAROLINA. Evict* Elicited l*> < ocre*slo.ml lu vcutfcnl iuk t'oniW 1• **. i Washington, January 4,*-1 he South k'arolimi committee returned to \\ a-hing ton early this morning, aftef an absence of about a month. A vast amount of testi mon v has been taken,most of which is still in the notes of the stenographer. It has not. therefore, been fully examined by the committee; hence, no tormal action has been as to what conclusions will be report ed to the House. The rumor therefore, that the committee ''ill report that the Hayes electors were legal) elected has no foundation in any action the committee has taken, and must have been based merely upon a remark by individual members of the committee. >lr. Sayler. the t luurman. savs that the testimony taken by the com mittee will demonstrate, to the satisfaction of all reasonable men. three facts : First That Wade Hampton and the en tire Democratic State ticket, and amajont) of the members of the House of Represen tatives, were elected by majorities ranging from 200 to 1,100. Second— That the intimidation was al most exclusively on the part of Radical negroes those of their own color, wljo announced their intention to vote for Wade Hampton and other Democratic can didates for State offices. f /fird —That the riots at (. amhoy and other places were instigated by the Radical leaders, their object being to arouse North ern prejudices against the Southern people. So far as he was able to ascertain from the precinct returns, Mr. Sayler is of opin ion that the Hayes electors were elected. He says, however, that there is some doubt about tltis. because of the difficulty of de termining whether or not certain precinct returns should be regarded. There were about forty precinct returns missing, and they had to go to secondary sources to as certain what the vote was in those precincts. He thinks they approximated the result at these missing polls, and m order that what ever doubt there was might be given to the Republican side, his committee would doubtless admit the choice of the Hayes electors. About the election of Hampton, however, there could be no doubt. All of the decent Republicans in South Carolina admit his election, and say that it is lor the bpst interest of the State and the people that he should he recognized as the legiti mate Governor. The witnesses produced by Chamberlain and Un ted States District Attorney Corbin were, v ith one or two ex ceptions, negroes, and before they were sent to Sayler’s committee they were in structed in Corbin's office. They all came with stories committed to memory, and some ludicrous scenes occured when they got their tales mixed uj . The army officers who were called as witnesses by the Demo crats. without exception, testified that-with in their knowledge neb single outrage had been committed upon i groes by the Dem- A v t yX & lusuiuce vvhere negfoeF testified to acts ol violence by the whited, army officers com manding in the neigh Lm rhood, who were at the tune rises? occurences were said to liave taken place, testified that the}' ; had neither seen nor heard of any such \ outrage. The testimony of George Rivers, bv birth an Englishman, alt lough long a resi- Ident of the Northern Stites, who was an * eye-witness of the massacre at Cainhoy. and is therefore an impartial and most re ! liable witness, illustrate.- very vividly the 1 terrible scenes that occurred there. This massacre took place on tie Kith of October last. It was on the occasion of a political mass meeting, before which a number of Democrats, some of whom were negroes, had been announced to speak. The first speaker was a man by the name of Jersey, lie was followed by a Mr. McKinley, who is a colored conservative Republican. Mc- Kinley was evidently mistaken for a man named Delaney, a colored Democrat, who had been announced as one of the speakers. Soon after McKinley began speaking, the witness, who was standing on the outskirts of the crowd, distinctly heard the words, “ Kook out 1 Look out !' which were soon followed by a pistol siiot. This seemed to be the beginning of the melee. The ne groes fell back and appeared in skirmish order, every man with a musket in his hand. A moment before they were entire ly unarmed. They had evidently concealed their guns in the hushes in anticipation of an attack. Every man seemed to know his position perfectly. They fired several volleys among the white men, who. with the exeception of a few pistols in the hands of boys, were totally unarmed, and were retiring to the rear of the church. Before reaching the church the witness said he saw Abram Smith, a negro, who is now amem- bcr of the Legislature, upon the stand firing upon unarmed white men, as they were running for protection behind the church. As they ran Smith fired three shots from a revolver. Witness said he then drew his pistol, aimed it at Smith, but ,1t would not go off. He was about to fire again, when a Democrat at his right knocked his arm down and said, “ Don’t shoot.” He (the witness) then called out to Smith and said, *‘if you fire again 1 will shoot you,” at which Smith threw up his hands and ran into the swamp. The negroes had loaded their muskets with buckshot, nail heads, and pieces of pipe. The terrible manner in which the victims were wounded aid killed can there fore be imagined. It was impossible for the whites and negroes in the open ground in front of the church to resist the terrible storm of nail heads and pieces of iron which was poured into them. Those who were not disabled were therefore compelled to retire, leaving the wounded to the mercy of the negroes. They went to Cainhoy, and afterward procured the necessary sur gical assistance and conveyances for remov ing the wounded and killed, and then went hack to the scene of the massacre, where a most sickening spectacle met their view. One old colored man, was found dead, his body literally cut to pieces. The body was lying in a pool of blood, and from the po sition of the bullet holes, it apneared that! $1.50 A YEAR. every one coming along had tired into the poor old man, even after life had become extinct. An aged white man named Sim mons was lifted out of a buggy, dead. His hip was cut open as if by an axe or a hatchet. He was shot through the body and every bone in it was apparently broken bv the stocks of the muskets in the hands oi' the negroes. A man by the name of King, with other fatal wounds and cuts, had one which Mr. Walker said was most vividly impressed upon his memory. His arm was almost severed by two terrible gashes near the shoulder, which had evi dently been caused by an axe. The poor man died a few moments after his re moval from the ground. Willie Craddock, a little hoy, was most horribly hacked up. He Ordered Oyster Stews. From the Detroit Free Pres*. One of those toil-hardened, true-hearted chaps often read of in romance, made his appearance on the Campus Martins yester day. and his sympathies were at once aroused by the sight of three or four old men standing around with their buck-saws and waiting for work. “ I'll be hanged if it isn't tough." lie re plied when they told him that they hadn't had any work for a month. “ llow would you like some oysters-'” They smacked their lips by way of reply, and he gathered up a crowd of eight, marched them to a restaurant and ordered stews for each one. “ It just does my soul good to see them eat!” lie said to the owner of the place as the eight got to work. ‘*Ycs; it's a beautiful sight,” was the reply. ”It makes me feel good in here,” con tinued the stranger, laying his hand on his heart. “A good deed brings its own reward,” was the soft answer of the restauranter as lie calculated his profits. ” l can’t rest here—l must do further good," said the big-hearted stranger, and lie rushed out and brought in three negroes, a chimney-sweep, two boys and an old woman, and ordered more oysters. The fifteen people went for oyster-soup in a manner to amaze, and their guardian nudged the restauranter in the ribs and said: * t \\wvxiiwi f i coiTtr feed the poor of all America/” You arc a good man, and heaven will reward von,” replied the proprietor, as he tilled the dishes up again. The stranger said he wanted to bring in just live more, so as to say that he had fed an even score, and he rushed out after them, while the rostauranter sent after more oysters and crackers. The stranger didn’t return, lie was last seen climbing into a farmer’s sleigh on State street and guiding his team to the west. The fifteen in the restaurant licked their plates clean and departed in joyful procession, and the last one had passed out before the man who had furnished the soup had got through waiting for the return of the big-hearted stranger. There were oaths and slang phrases and watchwords and expressions, delivered in the purest English, hut what mattered it to the fifteen soup-devourers who drew up in a line opposite and “ Resolved, That them oysters just touched the spot.” A Sad Incident. The San Francisco News-Letter gives this affecting incident, which occurred at the Academy of Music, during the performance of the Berger Family Bell-Ringers in that city: Among’the audience was a wealthy family, one of the members of which has for years been in delicate health, and was born deaf and dumb. It has been tlie cus tom of the family to take their afflicted daughter with them to tiie theatre, even to concerts, as she experienced acute nervous pain when left alone, and seemed to enjoy the excitement and action of even musical entertainments, although she could not hear a sound. it was observed that she seemed very much “amused at the comicalities of Sol Smith Russell, and enjoyed the changes of his facial expression as much as any of the audience. When Signor Tagliapietra came on to sing, it was noticed that a curious light came into her eyes, and stretching out her arms to her mother, she spelled on her fingers, with the greatest excitement the words, “Mamma, 1 hear.” The next piece was an orchestral arrange ment of “Trovatore,” played by thf com bination of the Berger family anil the \ ien na Ladies’ Orchestra. As the composition proceeded the tears flowed down the poor child’s cheeks, and her excitement became so great that it was deemed prudent to leave the theatre. On reaching home the exhaustion produced by the events of the evening was such that the family physician was summoned. As she lay on ner couch she reached for her slate and wrote : ” Mother, I think Heaven must be mu sic.” The next day, in accordance with her re quest, Mr. Russell was sent for, and he kindly came and sung for the little sufferer his famous song relating to a goose stuffed with sage and ingins. It was too late. Death had long marked the child for his own. and she could net even smile. The The little lips are cold now, and there is a vacant chair in the family circle. The joy of that one evening was too much for the delicate nervous system now happily at rest. HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 17, 1577. “OUR BELLE.” Tlio Story of n Patent Ktcp-I..n<l<ter. “ Tom, dear, the nail's loose that holds that picture over the parlor inantlepieeo, and it will fall down, if you don't fix it,” screamed pretty little Mrs. Peewit, as he was leaving the breakfast table for a cigar and a glance nt the morning paper before starting for business. “ liang the pictures ! 1 never saw such a house !" he exclaimed, irritably, throw ing down his lighted match and unread paper. •• * Hail;/ the picture.’ That's it exactly, dear,” said his wife, wittily, looking at some mosquito bites on her round, fair arm. Peewit forced a mechanical smile, and started oti‘ in search of the family hammer and something to stand oil. and for the next ten minutes could he heard all over the house, throwing things around and grum bling. “ What’s the matter now. Tom?” called up his wife, from the foot of the stairs. "Matter enough. Where's the step ladder kept!” yelled Peewit, who was standing on his tip-toes on a chair, trying to reach about live yards over his head. “ Can't say. I'm sure, as we never had any.” said Mrs. P., coming up stairs and looking in at the door. “ Then I'll buy one this very day of our Lord ; but it seems to me we ought to have a dozen of them laying around the house,” he argued, jumping down from the chair. •‘And ain't you going to fix it, after all?” inquired his wife, as she saw him moving away. •• Fix nothing 1 Do you expect I'm going to tty up there to do it ?” he asked, face tiously. going out, putting on his overcoat, and starting off for business. On his way down Fulton street, he stop ped in at a large house-furnishing store, and inquiring for a first-class step-ladder, the salesman produced for his inspection a patent spring, self-extending and doubling ladder, called ” Our Hello.” “There, sir, is one of the greatest inven tions of the nineteenth century. Took the first prize at the Queens County Fair, and won the silver medal at the Beanville ex,- i '*\ Ui i na. M ifcWUrf, 1 !,, ■ m ■. have a light, tasty, and elegant article, possessing at the same time the durability, strength and usefulness of a hea-y, awk ward. clumsy one. When you desire to open it from its present case form, you simply pull this handle, and it umloubles itself into a firm step-ladder; mounting it, should } r ou find it too short, press this knob and it extends itself to twice the length without your dismounting,” ex plained the salesman, talking at the rate of two hundred and fifty words a minute, and touching, as he spoke, the handle. The case opened, unfolded itself, and stood up a full-fledged step-ladder, then, pressing a knob, it gave a whirr and extended itself nearly double. “Here are the directions for using, printed in full on the side.” “ By George, that beats all creation !” exclaimed Peewit, looking on admiringly. “ Greatest thing out, 1 assure you,” said the salesman, mentally adding ten per cent to the Figure lie had intended to charge, and a few minutes later Peewit was the possessor of “Our Belle,” and having given directions t’cr having it sent home, went on his way rejoicing. The ladder duly arrived at the house, and Mrs. P. inspected, read the directions, and immediately thought of some hanging baskets of flowers in the extension which must he changed. So. carrying the ladder into the room, she pulled the handle, there was a rumbling sound, and the next mo ment the case had unfolded, and a ladder stood before her. “ What a funny contrivance !” she mur- mured watching it admiringly. Mounting the steps with a dower-pot in her hand, she could not reach the hook, and remembering the directions, she stoop ed and pressed the knob, and “Ourßelle,” suddenly extending herself with a rush, ; pretty Mrs. Peewit Hew up like a sky rocket, and come down head first, creating terrible havoc among the Hower-pots, leav ing a very prettily shaped pair of blue-and whitc striped stockings sticking out among the rose bushes. “ Nasty, good-for-nothing, jim-crack thing ! it's the Lord’s blessing I . ain’t killed,” she said, when she had extricated herself and got her lower limbs covered up; and with a milk-curdling frown at the patent ladder, she hurried up to her room, two steps at a time, in search of the arnica to bathe her bruises. Ten minutes later her mother, on her way to the garden, passed through the room, and the ladder immediately took her eye. * “ There’s just what I want to pick some grapes with. T suppose Tom’s been fool ing his money away again buying such a fancy thing.” she exclaimed, lifting it out into the yard, and placing it into position ; and mounting it step by step, slowly and carefully, she was within a step or two of the top. and holding on with one hand, reaching for a purple bunch, when she accidentally pulled the little letting-down and folding knob, and the ladder, with a preparatory whirr, descended to half its height again with a velocity that sent the old lady down as if she had been dropped from tiie clouds, striking the back of her head hard enough on every Step to knock her false teeth out, tear off .her wig, loosen her scalp, and scrape the skin the entire length of her backbone. When she came to her senses she never waited to examine into the scientific or mechanical causes of the accident, but snatched up her teeth and wig, and limped into the house, another candidate for arnica and consolation. “ Thomas Augusta Peewit, 1 wonder if you're in your right senses to send homo such a thing as that; it nearly killed ma and me," said his wife, coming to meet him with a patch of sticking-plaster on her nose. “ That just shows exactly xvlmt you women know about such livings; why, that's one of the greatest patents ever in vented by the brain of man ; wait here till 1 show you how it works.” he replied, going out, bringing “Our Belle” in, and taking his place beside it. ” I wouldn't have the nasty tiling in the house,” said Mrs. P. “ Here, see, all you have to do is to press this spring so, and it unfolds itself—con found it!” The last part of the remark was called forth by ” Our Hello” unfolding herself too rapidly, and rapping Peewit over the head with one of her legs, causing that gentleman to occupy a sitting position and starting the tears to his eyes. When he recovered his breath lie found the step ladder up in position; ascending it, lie touched the knob, and the extension shoot ing ii]i produced a similar effect upon Pee wit, who, after pawing the air, struck his head against the coiling, and colliding on the way down with the servant carrying in the dishes, scalded that damsel, demolished the dinner, mashed the cat, and placed two more on arnica and sticking-plaster treat ment. The ladder was consigned to the hack yard, and used but once since, when it was lent to their next-door neighbor, and re turned three minutes after by the oldest boy, who was on his way for a doctor for the party who used it. Peewit keeps “ Our Belle ” in the cellar now, is practicing with dumb bells, and intends to have satisfaction out of that voluble salesman's hide. Keeping the Door Shut. frop) Jlrubfti'fuiiftAjrtMpr. Old man Thompson took on a fresh sup ply of cold yesterday, and when he reached his office he determined to keep the door shut and thus" Keep aloof from cold cur rents of air that might enter. When the lire in the room had about heated up the room, and Thompson was fairly sunk into the late dispatches in the morning paper, someone entered and as usual left the door open. “ Shut the door you idiot ; were you born in a saw mill!” he yelled. The fellow went hack anil gave the door a slam that astonished the key hole. By and by the boy came in with wood for the fire. Of course he left the door open. “ Shut that door/” The boy dropped his wood and obeyed the summons. The next comer was an old man whose hair was silvered and his form bent. He was on a begging expedition, and when lie came in lie left the door open wide enough to let in a cyclone. “ Shut the door!” howled Thompson. The old man paused, and kept trie door open and said slowly : “ I’m a poor old man without acrmnbto eat." “ Don’t care w r ho the devil you aye—shut the door!” “ Don’t speak so harsh to an old man— I’ll go out m a minute.” “ Either come in or go out —but shut the door.” The old man studied a little but made no effort to shut the door. Thompson could stand it no longer. Jumping up from his seat, he gave the door a gentle shove which broke the lock and shook the glass out of the window. Then he nailed up the door, sat down and felt like he had conquered a nation. The old man then wanted to go out. He said he didn’t want to stay with a man who was so particular. Thompson asked him why the dickens he didn’t go out when the door was open. “Sec here,” said the beggar, as he clasp ed both hands on the head of his stick and leaned forward, “suppose some day you are put in a room and that room lias iron bars for a window ; you hear merry voices from without; you feel the damp, gloomy air of night stealing on, and know that the door is shut and in that clamp air you will sleep during the night. Do you think you will he sternly yelling ‘ shut the door ’ and endeavoring to fasten it more securely!’'’* Thompson laid down his paper and began to weaken. “ Suppose,” resumed the old man, “that the door was locked with a patent key; that you receive a message from your fam ily saying one of your children is dying; that your wife is sinking beneath the grief and needed your presence at her bed side ! Would you cry out ‘ shut the door ’ when the jailer came around?” Thompson arose, prized open the door and when he pressed a dollar Dili in the old man’s hand as he was going out, was too deeply affected to hear the old villain say, “ I’ve never known that dodge to fail.” Thompson is negotiating for a set of springs, by which he expects to keep his door hermetically sealed. WWW' HAPPENED TO HIS HOUSE S|Miriiiu llcm-Hlm-* IIN E*4lllllK* i lit* Advnt of Triplet.. Arter we was married, we’ll say about a year, wun morning there was a terrible 1 commotion in our house—old wiinntcn a runnin' in uiul out, and finally the doctor cum. 1 was in a great hurry luysvlf. wind ing to hear, 1 liaruly knew what, but after a while an old granny of a woman, as had been very busy about tliar, poked her head into the room where I was walking übout, and sez —sc/, she : “ Mr. Spormu, hit's a gal!” . “ What ?" sez l. “ A gal !'' sez she. And with that she pops her head back again. Well, thinks 1. I'm the daddy of a cal l an’ begin to feel my keenin' mitely—l'd rather it was a boy, tho\ thinks I. for then he'd feel nearer to me, us how lut'd hear my name, and there'll be less chance for ! the Sporums to run out, but considering I everything, a gal wiTl do hilly well, .list i then the old liuss pokes her head out again. NUMBER 21. an’ sez—sez she : “Another wun, Mr. Spormn—a fine boy.” “Another !” sez I; “ that's rather crowd ing things on a feller.” She luffed and poked her head hack. Well, thinks 1. this is no joke, sure.—at this lick I'll have family enutf to do me in a few years. .list then the old she-devil (I alwny* shall hate her) pokes her head in, an’ sez—-sez she: “Another gal, Mr. Sporuin!” “Another wluit?" sez I. “Another gal 1” sez she. “ Well,” sez I, “got rite stride and tell Sal 1 wont fitand.it. 1 don't w ant 'em. an’ 1 hain't coin’ to have 'em ! Dus she think I'm a Turk, or a Mormon, or Brignam Young, that she go fur to have tribbles — three at a pop? Dus she think that lam worth a hundred thousand dollars? that I am John Jacob Astur. or Mr. Koschile? that 1 can afford tribbles, an’ clothe, an’ food, an’ skool three children at a time? I ain't goin' to stand it, nohow! I didn't want 'em, I don’t w ant ’em, an’ I shan t want'em, now nor no pther time ! Hain't I been a good and dootiful husband to Sal ? Hain't I kep in |dors uv a pjto, and quit chawin' tcrbacker and smokin' segars jest to please her? Hain’t 1 ’tended divine worship rcg’lar? Hain't i bought her all the bonnets and frocks she wanted?—and then fur her to go and have thribbs ! She noed better, and hadn’t orterdunit! I didn't think. Sal wild serve me such a trick now. Have 1 ever stole a boss? Have 1 ever dun a mean trick; that she shood serve me in this way?" And with that I laid down on the settee, and felt orful had, and the more l thought about it, the wus I felt. Presently Sal’s mammy, ole Miss Jones, :oum in, and sez—sez she: .“ i’eter, cum in and see what purty cil- A Christmas Superstition. From the London I'imee. Christmas day fell on a Monday last year. It fell on a Monday also in 1865, and on that occasion the following was unearthed from, it was stated, the liarieian MSS., No. 2252, folio 153-4: Tf ChriatniHH Day on Monday lie, A great winter that year you'll wee. And lull of wind** Imi h loud and idirill; But m nil miner, truth to tell, High winda there Khali l>e. and strong, Full of tenineat* hinting long ; While hattlea there wliall multiply, And great plenty of lieaatM shall die. They that lie horn that day, 1 ween. They ahull lie atrnng each one and keen ; He ahall he found that atealcth might; Though thou be uick, thou dieat not. The year 1866 was the year of the Aus tro-Prussian war, a year of disastrous gales and a year of cattle plague. Again, in 1871, Christmas Day fell on Monday. The twelvemonth following that day saw us with cattle plague in the north and some great storms ; but as to “ battles ” we must go back a few months in 1871 for the capitulation of Paris and the conflict with the Commune. We have just had a Mon day Christmas for the third time within a dozen years. t , Lumps in Udders. Take poke root and chop it up fine and beat it into pumice; take a teacupful and put it in a quart of inoal, and feed to a cow whose udder has lumps in it, and they are removed at once. The remedy is infallible. iun you vegTil. “Chillun !” sez T ANARUS; “you’d better say a whole litter. Now, Miss Jones, I luv Sal, you no, kttd have tried to make her a good husband but call this a scaly trick, and if there’s any law in this country 1 in goin* to see if a woman ken have thribbs, ami make a man take keer uv ’em. I ain’t goin’ to begin to do it." sea 1. With that she luffed lit to kill herself, and made all sorts uv fun uv mo, and sed enny other man would lie proud to be in my shoes. I told her I'd sell out mitcy cheap if ennybody wanted to take my place. Well, the upshort uv it was that she per suaded me that I was rong, and got me to go into the room where they all wiis, When 1 got in, Sal looked so luven at me, and reached out her little hands so much like a poor doer little child, that I forgot everything hut my luv for her, and folded her up gently to my hart like a preshus tresure, and felt like I didn't care ef she had two and forty of ’em. Jist then num ber wmi set up a whine like a young pup, and all the hallense follered. Them tribbles noed their daddy ! Well, everything was made up, and Sal promised she wud never do it again; and sense then I hev bin at work sertin—work in’ all day to make make bread for them thribbs, and bizzy nussin’ uv ’em at nite. The fact is, cf ! didn’t hev a mitcy good constitushcn, I'd had to give in long ago. Number wun has the cpllick, and he wakes up number two, and he wakes up number three—and so it goes, and keeps me Ilyin’ about all the time, a-tryin’ to keep 'em quiet.