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            Tragically, Joye Cottage’s first hostess was also its first fatality.  Two months after a ball that inaugurated the improved house at Christmas 1897 – and only five months after she married Whitney – Edith Whitney broke her neck in a riding accident and died.  Whitney died in 1904 (officially of peritonitis, though rumor says he was shot by a jealous Aiken husband).  His descendants stayed on until 1980 – Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney, a daughter-in-law, had a sculpture studio in one wing – though they closed room after room as finances grew tighter and repairs too onerous.

            That shrug-and-retreat sensibility has been avoided at the Naifeh-Smith Joye Cottage.  Now there are 21 zones of heating and air-conditioning, so saving on energy costs means flicking a switch and turning a room off, not abandoning it completely.  Mr. Naifeh estimates that all the new plumbing, wiring and myriad structural improvements, from replacing all the plaster and refinishing the floors to rebuilding the spacious porches, cost $650,000.

            Corners, however, were repeatedly and ingeniously cut, a practice that also fuels the couple’s art collection.  They live in six or eight rooms and use some of the others to accommodate their guests and their art.

            “Father of, son of, student of, friend of,” is how Mr. Naifeh describes their “bargain niche” of 19th- and 20th-century art, which includes everything from a set of 1951 Jackson Pollock prints in the main dining room (all authentic) to “eight century” Balinese sculptures in the breakfast room (all fakes bought on a trip to Indonesia) and challengingly gloomy landscapes (“much cheaper than cheerful paintings,” Mr. Naifeh said).

            “We’re all for saving money, as long as the result looks and feels right,” Mr. Smith said.  The men learned, for instance, that big Oriental carpets are cheaper by the square foot that smaller ones.  (The 28-foot-by-17-foot Indian-Heart palace carpet on the ballroom floor cost $5,000 at a Sotheby’s auction.)  Replacement lamp shades for the brass chandeliers and sconces were too expensive to replicate, “so, we’ve learned to live with the bare bulbs,” Mr. Naifeh said, though in a tone that suggested he is not entirely convinced.  And instead of plastering the inside of dozens of closets, the men saved money by lining them with painted bead board.

            When it came to softer furnishings, Mr. Naifeh said, “New advances in medicine are less shocking to me than the cost of having curtains made.”  The long, lean ballroom curtains are made of the white cotton chintz ($8 a yard) traditionally used for curtain linings.  For the rest of the house, the men regularly ransacked Silk Surplus, the Manhattan discount fabric shop, for rose, blue and yellow damask, hundreds of yards at a time, at about $30 a yard, and had it shipped to Aiken.

            Some of the cut-rate compromises, however, turned out surprisingly elegant.  The ball-shape feet they needed to finish off the legs of a bathroom sink, for instance, would have cost hundreds of dollars to manufacture.  Stumped for an appropriate substitute, Mr. Naifeh was delighted to hear a workman suggest steel trailer hitches.  The cost:  “a couple of dollars,” Mr. Smith said.

            As for the stops that keep the creamy walls safe from the heavy mahogany doors (the men found them in a former Whitney stable, under a pile of hay), they are Kirsch curtain-rod finials, $1.59 a pair.

            “I’m very proud of those,” Mr. Naifeh said, though he is perhaps proudest of the life he and Mr. Smith now live.  “In New York we used to have to make appointments three weeks in advance just to have coffee with good friends.  Here you call somebody up and walk right over.  Everything you’ve heard about Southern hospitality is true.”

            There is, both men agree, only one drawback in bringing Joye Cottage back to life.  “We spend so much time working on the inside of the house that we’ve only just remembered about the five acres around us,” Mr. Smith said, groaning.

            Grab a shovel.

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