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|}Y E. B. MUKRA Y & CO.
ANDERSON, S. C., THURSDAY MORNING, JANUARY 1, 1885.
VOLUME XX.-NO. 25
REMEMBER THE OLD MAXIM,
" LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP !"
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YOU wish to nmke;your friends
happy. Of course you do. Then
follow our advice, aud present each
with a handsome Holiday Gift.
Come at once and make your se
lections from our stock of beautiful
CHRISTMAS PRESENTS, which
is tho largest of the kind in the city,
and sure to please. Elegant Goods.
Endless T~ariety. Moderate Prices.
Now is the time to make your se
lections. Don't wait until the last
moment, wheu the choicest, perhaps,
will be then sold, We will store
away your Presents, if desired, until
you wish to corry t'.iem homo or else
where.
Clirislmas Presenta, Wedding and
Birthday Gifts/ Before you buy
them call and see us. Our Holiday
Goods are now being opened, display
ing the highest decorative art, and
are strikingly beautiful. They must
bo seen to be appreciated, and are
certain to please the taste of your
relative or friend, and the selection of
auy of these Gifts will be highly ap
preciated by them.
We have the handsomest Plush
and Velvet Manacure Sets, Shaving
Sets, Smoking Sets, Dressing Casei,
Thermometers in plush frames, Whisk
Brooms and Holders, Writing Desk
and Work Box combined. Also,
Fine Cut Glass Cologne Bottles, Fin
est Extracts and Perfumery, Beauti
ful Hand Mirrors, Shaving Mirrors,
Velvet Whisk Brooms, Gift Cups and
Saucers, Bisque Goods, Plush Frames
for Placques, etc,
If you dou't care anything for the
above, we have the best 5c. Cigar in
tho city, ? box of which will make!
a good Piesent for some of your
smoking friends.
Besides the above, wo have the
largest stock of Lamps seen . ir. the
up-country, and the greatest variety,
one of which will make a useful
Present, and be au ornament for auy
Parlor or Drawing Room.
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Which is Fittingly Shown by the above.
GOODS WERE NEVER SO LOW.
This fact We are prepared to Prove lc our Friends and
Customers who may favor us with a call.
WE are now receiving the largest and moat carefully selected (Stock of General Mer
chandise which we have ever purchased, and will make it to yonr interest to
call and examine for yourselves. We li.we added to the lines usually kept by us many
new and desirable ones, embracing
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Ladies' Dress Goods, Flannels, Suitings, Shawls, &c.,
And the best CORSET on the market at 50c., worth $1.00. Also, a
A LARGE LINE OF READY MARE CLOTHING,
HATS, TRUNKS, UMBRELLAS,
BLANKETS, SADDLES and HARNESS.
Also, the Celebrated "NEW GLOBE" SHIRT-the king of all Shirts. It needs
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Turning Plows.
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densers and General Farm Machinery.
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ties who owe ns for Supplies and Guano an extra price.
A large lot of BAGGING and TIF8 at lowest prices.
Oct. 2, 188?
MoCULLY, CATHCART ? CO.
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THE NEW FIRM.
CUNNINGHAM & FOWLER,
Successors to J. 6. Cunningham & Co., dealers in
DRY GOODS, GROCERIES, HATS, BOOTS, SHOES,
II ABD|WA^.
And a full line of EVERYTHING usually kept in a General Stock.
".Also, the world-renowned Dixie Ajrento#fi>r^
Mickory Wasons, and tho Columbus Bngfity, the bett %n the urorld for tno
raor-try. ^
n We want all the money that hi duo us thia Fall;on
Guano, or otherwlae. The Books, Notes and Accounts of the Firm of J. G. Cun
ningham A Co. are In our hands for^collectlon, and must be settled in some way.
Thanking our friends for peat patronage, we ask ??m8
to see na. We will do you right. ?*r- All gooda delivered free inside the city.
.Oct g. 1884
CUNNINGHAM A FOWLER.
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G. BART & CO.,
55, 57 and' 59 rv.rketyStreet,
CHARLESTON, - S. O.
THE LARGEST,
FRUIT ANO PRODUCE. HOUSE
IN THE SOUTH.
JMPORT and keep constantly on hand
Banana?, Cocoannta,
, Oranges, Pino Apples.
Apples, Lenton*, Nuts,
Raisins, Potatoes,
Cabbage, Onion*,
~._N. C. and Va, Peanut*.
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NOTICE FINAL SETTLEMENT.
Notice ls hereby given that the un
dersigned, Administrator of the Estate pf
John Herron, deceased, will apply to
tba Jo Jge of Probate for Anderson County,
on tho 10th day of January, 1886, for a
Final Settlement and dischntgo .rom said
office aa Ad^injatrstorot ajaid^UU.
W. A. McFALL, Adta'r.
D?0 ll, 1884 22 6
Ho tico to Creditors.
W. B. Watson vavEmma 0. Erskine, et aL
Aspersor*having claims aramst tie
S^Batata of Wm. B, Brakin?, detfd.
are. hewby nolloed to prpTS thftrfialm*
M?stcr.
Dcc lS, 1834 ? ; ?
The Tender Conscience
of Mr. Bobberts.
BY SHERWOOD BOMKES.
fVom Harper't Weekly.
It wuz about tho third year o' ruy
marriage with Jed Burridge that the
rust got hiter the wheat; au* what
wuzn't rust wuz cheat. People saw the
bread a-slippiu out o' ther mouths iu
stid of inter them, an' every niau ou
tho Nine-mile wuz ns blue na a wet
hen. Talk ruu high about cmigratiu'
to Kansas, which wuc represented as
ovcrflowin' with milk an' honey, free
fur all who wuz a-longiu' fur that
Scripterai food.
Nobody grumbled moro thun our
nighest neighbor, Mr. So-So Bobberts.
Israel wuz Iiis proper name, but 6ome
wag had giv him tho kognomeu of
"So-So," au' co'se it stuck to him like
a burr. It riz from his habit of uevcr
comia' out with a squar yes of no ou
any p'int, nor, so to speak, of givin'
any satisfactory praise or dispraise to
things of God or the devil. Every
thing wuz from fair to middlin', like
an average cotton bale. Ho wuz
mighty low once, au' the doctor had
about give him up.
"How do you staud with God?"
says Preacher Snowden, a-bendin' over
him, an' shoutin' loud inter his deef
euiug ear.
"So-so," growls Mr. Bobberts, true
to hisself to the last. He never wuz
one fur gilt-edge speeches, an' didn't
want ter ornament his dyin' bed with
anything uncommon.
However, he didn't die this turn,
'nu wuz soon round, pearl os ever,
seemin' ter think he hud outwitted
death fur good. Truth is, he's OTU; of
the tough kind that's hard ter kill, not
a ounce o' adiposo on his bones. He
is loDg an' lean an' lank an' ribby as
the sea sand, as the poetry book says,
On top o' that long body o' his is set
the littlest head ever I see OB a mature
adult person-not much bigger than a
hilliard ball, an' nigh about cz smooth,
if you could ketch him on a summer's
day cool in' off under a tree, with his
wig hangin' in the branches above,
His face is smooth-shaved, an' has a
kind o' scorched look, as if it had been
held over a blaze till the red wuzb'irut
iu; an' with glitteriu' little black eyes
an' a tight mouth, he is altogether a
curious-lookin' old critter.
Ter begin my story proper, meh'oe I
ought ter go back to the fust thrishin'
machinc tnat wuz ever brough', to the
Nine-mile. It wuz a sort of triangular
purchase, Mr. Bobberts leadin' off, au'
penmadin' two neighbors, John T?aney
an' Farmer Sweet, to club in with him,
it bein' too expensive fur any one man
ter buy. Everybody wuz surprised at I
sich a j'inin' of forces, fur John an'
Farmer Sweet wuz jolly, slap-dash kind
o' fellers, spendin' their money free os
words, au' fonder of a good laugh than
of daily bread, while Mr. Bobberts
wuz as close as a chestnut, an' never
could see any sense iu a joke. How
somever, the thrasher wuz bought, au'
a contract made settin' forth that the
machine wuz to be controlled ekally
by the three, au' that in any question
concernin' it the majority wuz ter rule.
One day Mr. Bobberts, John Haney,
Farmer Sweet wuz hard at work
in the fust-named's ten-acre field. Mr.
B. wuz mortal cross that day, an' his
helpers wuzn't feelin' very lovin'.
Noontime brought Cissy Bobberts with
two tin buckets containin* a snack.
"Maw says you are to come up to the
house, paw," says she; "iher's some
hot gingerbread fur you."
Bobbertu walked off very prompt,
au' the two men that wuz left looked
at each other an' grinned.
"Did I ever toll you aboi.t my
frandfather ?" said John Rancy to
'armer Sweet
"Didn't know you had a grandfath
er."
"Well, I did ; an' I eau tell you he I
wuz a man among men. On one oe- |
casion my mother, who wuz a grot
person for puttiu' on clylc, had invited
a lot of town folks out to a. dinner. It !
to ba a big affair. Ovens au'
I skillets an' pots an' pans wuz all full.
As luck would havo it. my grandfath
er wuz buildin' a mil1, in the vicinity,
an' he had a good force o' laborers
employed-some twenty men or more
-*an' among 'em half a dozen black
fellows that he had picked up in town.
Jest as dinner wuz about to bo dished
up, in stalked the old mar. as solemn
as a turkey gobbler, an' after him six
negroes, each with a brandnew wooden
tray balanced on his head. 'Fill 'em
up, boys,' says he, in a voice to make
your nair stand on end ; an' at the
word, in a twinklin' the dinner wuz
piled up on the trayB-venison an' pig,
an' roast turkey au' fried chicken, an'
vegetables an' pies of every name an'
natur'-a clean sweep, even to the salt
pork that wuz mixed in with the
'fresh,' fur old acquaintance' sake.
Not so much as a cooky wuz left to
tell the tale. Mis* Jacob Price, .who
wuz a-cookin' fur my mother that day,
wu? so overcome atseein' the company
dinner hurricaned away in such a
fashion that she jest sunk inter a ohair,
an' sot there like a wax figger, big
eyed an' tongue-tied. An' when the
six Africans had marched out, all on
tho broad grin, my grandpa turned to
Mis' Price, an* saya he; 'I've, got
twenty men a-labonn' at my mill, an'
they deserve a good dinner, fur they've
earned it. An as fur them lacy wo
men at the house'-here he p'in ted his
thumb over his shoulder very con
temptuous-'let 'em come out an' cook
another dinner, or go home a-faa tin'.'"
Mr. Sweet took a thoughtful null at
the butter-milk jug. "Must haf had a
good deal of whisky in him, your
grandpa mu9t," said he, "before he
ventured so far with a woman of your
mother's spuuk."
"Well, maybe," returned tho other,
cautiously. "They do say he subsisted
i mainly on whiskey well into the nine
ties."
Both men laughed, an' dived further
into their iiu buckets, in hopes of
I findin' astray doughnut or a cold pie.
"Well I must say," cried Farmer J
Swest, "I wish your grandfather had
been round thc Bobberts kitcheu this
day ; wc might ha' had something fit
for a Christian stomach."
"Old Bobberts is a close hand," said
John Raney, "no doubt of that."
"No doubt at all, said tho farmer.
"I don't quito see, John, how wo came
to bc associated with bim in buy in' this
machine."
"Because wo were a precious pair of
fools," said Mr. Raney, cheerfully.
"An' then," cried Farmer Sweet,
"fur nil the old 'coon wuz so crazy fur
thc machine, nu' pestered us to death
to go thirds with bim, you can't make
him own now that he likes tho old
thrasher, or feels in any way beholden
to us. Twuz only this tnornin' I says
to him. 'Well, farmer, how d'ye like
the machine, now you've seen her
a-goin' V 'Oh, so-so,' says 1"?. 'Sho','
says I, 'you ought ter come out strong
er than that Mr. Bobberts. Think
what a savin' of labor it is.' 'Well,'
says bc, jest fur pure coutrainess, 'I
ain't sho' but that I like the old way
best; it wuz more sociable like. Now,
you seo tho neighbors will all be
a-wantiu' ter borrow the machine, an'
we may regret ever a-purchasiu' of it.'
Au' then he sithed, as hypocritical as
a preacher at a strange funeral."
John Raney wuz the greatest fellow
fur a joke ou the perarer, au' a wicked
thought come a-jumpin' inter his mind.
"Say," cried he, "I ain't overproud
of ownin' anything along with old
Bobberts. Let's burn up the whole
rig, an' clear out."
"Burn her?" said Farmer Sweet,
his eyes a-stariu' ; "arter all the money
we've put in her ?"
"We'd never ha' got much satisfac
tion out of her," said Rainey. "Bob
berts would always want her jest when
our wheat wuz ready ; an' what a joke
it would be on him jest ter take him
at his word fur onco, an' tell him wo
thought the old way wuz best as well
as he."
Farmer Sweet begun ter laugh.
"All right," said he ; "go ahead."
An' then an' there them two men
act'ally did set fire ter that thrashiu'
machine. I mustn't forget ter say that
some folkB always declared that the
fire wuz an accident, au' that them
two men made up the tale of bu min' it
themselves jest ter devil Mr. Bobberts.
When Bobberts came out an' saw
the thing in a blaze, it set him in the
biggest rage ever seen on tho Nine
mile.
"Wc thought you would like it,"
says Farmer Sweet, artless as a baby,
"Beciu' how you liked the machine
onlv so-so, ati' the old way wuz the
best,"
"How dared you meddle with my
property ?" howls Mr. Bobberts.
"Majority rules," says John Raney,
cool as Christmas.
Then Mr. Bobberts up an' struck
John, an' John hit back with nuc?
good-will that it euded in a fight that
came near endin' Mr. Bobberts.
Well, well it wuz a good mnuj
years ago that this happened, an' no
body supposed Mr. Bobberts wuz lay
in' up anything ag'inst John Raney
He wuz very friendly with both hin
an' Farmer Sweet, au' I did hear tha
they had paid him back every cent 0
the money he had put inter the ma
chine. 'I hey wuz williu' ter pay fu
their joke after they had their fun ou
of it, an' it wuz considered very hand
some of them on the prarer.
Hf,
As I wuz a-sayin', a bad year cam
fur the farmers. Nobody felt lik
umhin' much o' Christmas. W
hadn't any fatted calves, an' all th
turkeys an' gineroi fowls had bee
traded fur store goods. So when th
news came that Preacher Snowden wu
goin' ter spend Christmas on Nin<
mile it wuz quite a question where h
would put up, fur he wuz pretty fon
of the flesh-pots. He took hil- Orai
before sermon an' after ; but he w xz
good Hard-shell Baptist, and ooun
on the doctrine. But I must say
always went agin int ter hear him sa
that boll wuz paved with infant
skulls not half a span long.
He wuz tho curiousest preacher
ever sot under. He would take a tex
an' stick to it pretty well fur a whil
cou: hierin' he hadn't no eddicatioi
but when the exhortin' mood came c
him, an' he got good warmed up, 1
would drop chapter an' verse, a
wander w ild an'free, as the song se
Ho had a way, '.co, of pickin' o
some text an' umhin' it mean som
thing entirely duTerent from what y<
had allays supposed. Tn foot
wuz that old man's contrainens a
pig-headedness an* conceit of hims?
that he made nothin' of arguin' ag*it
the Scripter. I s'pose he ain't the on
man who ever thought he knew mo
than the Lord who made him, but
wuz the fust ever I see " ho brazen
owned as much in the pulpit, an' wi
the Bible open before him.
He wuz sot agin now-fangled i
tions, Preacher Snowden wuz, f
made nothin' of dod arin' that temp
ance societies an' Sunday-schools h
sent more people to hell than c\
they kept out of it. I never had ai
thing effect me like that; an' as 1
Jed Burridge, he ?est muttered in
whiskers, "God help the people in t
country if they've got to set un<
your preachin !" An' then, with?
a word to me, Jed jammed his hat
his head an' walked out gloomy ai
hearse, "I couldn't set thar an' stn
that,'' he remarked to me, apologe
when I j'ined him in the churchyi
after proachin' wuz Over.
. There wuz a sort of relief on
Nine-mile when we heard that
preacher had invited himself ter p
Christmas with Brother Bobbe
Ill-natured folks said his reason
?toppin' there wuz because Mr. B
berts never had j'ined the tempera
cause. He know ho could git hts tot
in that house, while" in most of
others he would have ter mil back
hot coffee an' herb tea.
The day before Christmas Mr. S
Bobberts walked inter John Ran
store. I forgot to say that John !
?ve up farmw'some time before,
td gone inter town an' engag?e
tba drug bu sin esa. He h ad jest
marrid to one. of tho BLvoo girls,
everybody had a good word fur] the
youug couple.
Well, iu tromped Mr. Bobberts, bis
hat set {.back on bis head, his cars
wrapped in a woolen comforter, his
wngou whip in his band, nu' his mouth
spread very affable, as if once in his
life thiugs* wus a'leetlo better than
"so-so."
"I want ter buy some whisky."
"Got to entertain a preacher nt 'jany
house, BU' make him a Christmas ??eg
uog."
"All right," enys John Raney*;
"haifa gallou, I suppose ?"
Now tho p'int o' 'bat remark wuz
this : there wuz a law ia the State
forbidden' any drug man to sell less
than half a gallon o' whisky. Thia
wuz ter put a stop to indiscriminate
dram-drinkin* an' treatiu' on the part
o' tho boys.
"Half a gallon," says Bobberts ;
"an' it seems as if that's a sight o'
whisky fur a sober man like me ter ti
be "ugj?uT home."
"Oh, it'll keep," says Johu ; an' it'?
handy ter have iii the house iu case o
euako bites."
"As to its kcepin'," said Mr. Bob
berts, very grim, "Preacher Showdei
f)urposc8 ter pass some d' .vt - " An
?ero he nausea very cloqu r?t.
"Precisely," says Job*, -vith a laugl
an' a wiuk. Then li*, filled up tbe ju<
very deft an' handel*, it ter tho ol<
man.
"Hope your health is good thi
winter?" he remarked.
"So-so," eays Mr. Bobberts, with i
nod. Then bc clomb inter his waggii
an' druv away very swift.
Some four hours later a figgor thu
looked like tho wreck o' Mr. Bobbert
appeared in John Rauey's store. Hi
bat wuz off, an' his head wuz parti
wrapped iu tho wooled comforter, wit!
bare places sbinin* through ; his con
wuz toro, au' iu bis hand bo held jit
the handle o' the whiskey jug-notbii
but the handle.
"What on the earth bas happened ?
ci ?cd John ; an' tho men all crowde
round.
Bobberts toppled over inter a chee;
and it wuz snmo minutes before h
fouud his breath. But at last he com
out with a blood-cunllin' story of liai
in* been sot on by tramps whilejoggii
aloug the lonesomest part o' the roo?
They robbed him, au' they fit bim, ai
they stole his whiskey an' broke h
?ug. Thar sot tbe ola man lookiu' i
pitiful as Moses in tho bulrushes. 13
wuzn't very poppolcr, but nobody cou!
Kelp expressin' a sympathy fur hil
an' feelin' run high agin the tramr
Some o' tho young Idlers wuz fi
startin' out ter hunt them up ; but
wuz Into an' cold, au' it ain't so cai
ter catch a thief who has his wits abo
bim. Mr. Bobberta set by tho sUr
until he recovered hisself, an' then 1
mys, with a grin, "Well, I s'poso I
havo ter git some more whisky, an'
'ain't got a cent left."
"You can have it ou time," sa
John, very geuerous. "Half a gi
lon?"
He shook bis bead. "No," Bays h
"this bas been a mighty bad year
us farmers, John, an' 1 can't aile
another half-gallon, but I'll buy
quart, if you'll sell it ter me."
This wuz a sort of dilemma 1
Jobu. On the one band wuz bis c
neighbor, whom he reely wanted
oblige ; on the other, the law.
"Seems ter me, John," says Farn
Bobberts, "you might do me a gc
turn, seem' as it's Christmas-time.^
John wuz a-kuitten' bis brows, I
af a sudden his face lit up. "Tell}
what I'll do," soys he. "I'll sell j
A quart, an' add it ter the half-gall
so I eau put down ou my book a s
of three-quarts, don't you seo. Tba
make it all right with the law,
satisfy you too, Mr. Bobberts."
"Jest so," naid tho old mao. ?
niter a little moro talk he pocketed
quart of whisky an' druv off fur
second time.
Tber wuz quite a turnout at
moctin'-house next day ter hear Ft
ar Snowden preach. He wuz ia
jf bis belligerent fits, an' il\vuzied?
Brother Bobberts's eggnog hed b
uncommon strong. Ho took a g
Christmas text, an' preached along
& while very decorous, thea, all c
mddint, off he branched.
"Says he, a-slappin' his hands on
Bible, But ther is some things,
brethren, in this sacred book as n
not be took too literal. Wo bet
gre't deal, fur instans, about not se
tho mote in your brother's oyo on
count o' tho beam in your c
That's a -very pretty figger, but
won't hold waier. I've got my fai
huge as the mountain::, an' plentift
the leaves ; bui what would I he i
as a preacher if I made a umbreiii
'em tel prevent my seein' tho faul
my fellow-sinners < It is asy mit
ter find out the wickedness an'
misdoin's of my brethren in .ho I
an' it's every Christian man's dut
go and do likewise. It's the protci
of society an* the bulwark of lib
Ther wuz once a feller who wuz se
guard a treasure. His name
Argus, an' he had os many eye
ther are freckles on a turkey's eg
Bpots on a peacock's tail. Au' \
ono o' them eyes wuz closed in t
tho others would be wide av
Always on the look-out ; couldn't I
him nappin'. An' so the sinner it
world must be made ter feel that
gus ir a-watebin' of hiv,. Whet
eye is shet, Brother Br oberts's is c
when Brother Bobberts is takin' s
Jed Burridge is a-- /atehin' out.
so it it goc3. Look out, sinner, i
cape fur you) As well hope te!
out the uncountable stars as cloe
twinklin' eyes of men.
l'An' th er'? no use, my bret h ri
a-wrestlin' an' a-etrugghn' an'a-g
in' your teeth because of the bes
your own eye. Some good bro tl
overlookin you, and tho fust thin
know,' it 'll be h'iated inter ete
An'you needn't be afeard of p
at tue moto in your brother's
PYaps it ain't so much of a mob
all, an' it's your bounden duty t<
a bund to cast it out."
d?Vin' settled thia, the pn
wondered to other p'ints, an' ]
.ay he give nu a very rtUrrtainii
course. Sonio folks smiled, un' tsome
looked sour. Au' ns fur Mr. Bobberts,
ho sot thar nu* groaned an' eithed ns if
somo powerful concern wuz on his
mind. Ou tho -voy home ho j'ined
mc, un' wo walked to the cernerlo
gether.
"I'm worried in my mind, Mis' Burr
ridge," sez he.
'.Is it tho moto or tho beam, Mr.
Bobbert* ?" sez I, airy like, feclin' a
jovial Christmas spirit coundn' through
my vcius.
"Sonic 6Ubjcctd shouldu't bo turned
inter lightsomencis," he replied, look
in* nt mo quito grim. "Things looks
dark un' drctful to my mind, an' it
wouldn't surprise me if tho cud nf this
sinful world wuz clus at band."
"oho !" sez Jed Burridge.
"You bad better be propared, Bro
ther Burridge. Thor's uo uso in a
blindin' your oyes au a-hardeuin' your
hcr.rt. Preacher'Suowden wuz talkin'
last night-an' a powerful mau bo it
on argument an' logic. Ho took ur
that mysterious part of Scripter callee
Revelation, an' bo mado it all as cleat
as cry8tial. Heven seals wuz broke hy
tho angel, aud seven mighty oveuts it
tho world's history hez to correspond
with them seals. Ther hez been al
ready a earthquake, an' a great fire
an' a pestilence, an other things o
marvclhous import. But one is lef
ter como to pass, an' that is predicted
Mis* Burridge. When you see a com
ct big as a locomotivo light tn then
heavens, with a tail streumin' like i
blnziu' rope acrost the sky, then bavi
your account ready. Fur tho world'
book will bo closed, au' 'Tho End' wri
on the last pago."
"You malee my blood run cold, Mi
Robberts," says I.
"Well," says bc, "I don't want to
have anything ou my conscience who
that awful day rolls round."
Ter this good hour I ain't boen abl
ter make ?jp my mind whether Mi
Robberts wuz a-talkin'4hypocritical,c
whether lits mind wuz reely upset. A
any rate, before tho week wuz out Ii
bad distinguished himself by tho mot
extraordiuory t-ieee of meanness eve
committed on tho Nino-mile. He ha
gone to totvn an' informed on Joh
Haney fur seUin' him less than half
\ gallon of whiskey ! An* tho fine wi
throe hundred dollars,
j Graciouf ! gracious I what a-buzzi:
aud a-talkin' ther wuz over tho pen
Irer! Not bin' elso wuz spoke of fi
an' wido; an' finally such wuz tl
I gineral disiatisfaction that some o' tl
neighbors ?ot together an' went ter sj
j Mr. Bobbe rte iu a remonstratio spiri
They found the old niau with bis I
bio on his knees, a-lookiu' very piot
He wuz quite williu' ter talk, but 1
wuz as set as a rooted rock. Ho "a
be couldn't 'a rested with that sin
? John Haney's on his couBcieuco ; tb
I be bad broke the law of man, whi
wuz only second to that of God.
"But he broke it fur you, old mat
cried Roland Selpb, "out o' pure cc
Bideration an' giuerouB-hearfcediiesfO.
"That's neither here nor thar," sa
I old Sc *o, firm as Brutus. "It ot
muk?s my duty tho cnpleasanter. E
I never wuz a flincher, au' I sha'
take up that line now."
"Why didu't you inform on some
your own sius while you wuz ab(
it ?" cries Reuben Thiug,
"I aiu't broke no laws," say9 ?
Bobberts. "My sius is between
an' my heavenly Father, an' any
you as feels a call to do so can info
on me iu your communications w
Him."
Alter this ther didn't seem ter
much more ter say, so the boys wit
ed at each other an' took their lew
but they agreed that old Bobberts v
an' ugly-lookin' lot fur a couver
Christian whoso conscience wuz
tender fur evcry-day uso.
"Think of his cullin' it a mattel
conscience 1" cried Roland, very i
giiBted.
"Pooh I" soys Jed Burridge, *
revenge, nothiu' more nor less. Ai
do hopo old Bobberts will bo come
with-I reely do."
in.
"I tell you, judge, it's the wicked
cruelest, most unjust thing; an' if ;
make my husband pay that monej
shall think you just as bad as old ?
beria. Therol"
"My dear child I my dear Leil
-and Judge Wimbleton waved hu
hands most cxpostulatory-"I am
responsible. It's the law-the 1
Leila."
"Well, the law is a fool 1" ehe oi
I her black eves snapping for Leila
i ney hadn't lost any of the temper
had aa Leila Biacoe.
"I know it/' sayu Judge Wimbli
very T??I?. "I've often thought
law wuz one thing an' justice ano!
But ther ain't any other way of set
human affairs. We must nave a
to go by, an' follow it to the letter,
every man wuz to give his own ni
in' ter the laws of the land, tho r
would bo chaos, turbulence, rei
tion."
Much Leila cared fur his
words. "What's that ter rae,"
cried, "when I see my John wo
out of his senses ubout that awful
You know, judge, we are just 8?
in life ; it took every cent wc coal
together ter pay fur our little hom
start John's business. It will juet
pie him, cripple him fur life, toi
out that money now ; au' all ter.
fy the spite of a cross old niau.
John did nothin' wrong. He sob
Bobberts three quarts of whiskey
"Leila, there s no nae insictu
that The facts are these : Mr.
herta in his charge declares on
that John Raney sold him one
of whiskey. ' Ter provo th ii?, li
dozen witnesses hold themselves i
Now the law ia explicit, an' doest
inter motive nor private feclin
most expound that law, an' I an
as helpless as yon arc."
"Helpless r criesLeila. "V
TOW ter Heaven I won't bc bel
If you had seen my poor boy, as
a-sittin' with his head in his
lookiaV aa if his. heart wux I
'Well have ter sell the co?,' sa;
W put a mortgage on our home'
hard work payin'. off ? moi
Maybe we'll leave ii as a blet?*
tance to our children.'"
An' hero a great Bob choked Leila's
word::, an' she turned aa ret? as a hun?
dred roses ; fur her fust baby wuzn't
to como until June.
Judgo Wimbleton wuzn't a particu
larly soft mau, hut somethin' warmed
the cockles of Iiis heart, an' ho got up
un' took Lei!;-, hy the haud.
"Leila," sez he, "old So-so Bobberts t?
a beast. Now thats my caudid opin
ion. But my opiuion ain't wuth a row
of pins when it comes to tho law. All
I can do is to mako the linc as small
a:? may bo. But if old Bobbertu could
be induced to withdraw hit? chargo,
tho wholo thiug would full to the
grouud."
She throw up her head. "I'll try to
inako him withdraw it," set she.
"Ho's a hard mau to deni with,"
BCZ Judgo Wimbleton.
"Perhaps he won't ho a match fur
Leila Roney ;" an' she laughed out
liko a bird. "Fair means an' foul
Judge- I'll try both."
"All's fair in war," sez tho Judgo,
with a soothin' smile.
From that tiu o Leila Rauey wui
simply possessed 'Uh tho desire, some
way, somehow, to ?et the4better of Bob
berts. All her scckin's au' quesiiouiu'i
wuz long iu vain, until one day cnanct
-or Providcnco mehhe-set her OE
tho right track.
Leila had hecn persuaded*to attcud
a rog-tftckin' at Sister Weeden's, oui
on tho perarcr; au' when sho gol
thar the women's tongues were a-clat
torin' equal to a hotel dish-washin'.
"We wuz just a-talkiu' of you
Leila," said Mis' Amos Burridge, win
was very outspoken, "an' a-sympathiz
iu' with you an' Johu."
"Well," says Leila, forcin' a smile
"the axe ain't fallen yet, an' mebbi
ucver will."
"Get tho Lord on your side," say
Sister Charity Hackloton, "an' yoi
need not fear the power of man."
"I'm miro He ought to bo ou ou
side," cried Leila, "for it's a wicka
piece of wqrk to take the bread out u
our moutliB."
"It's a pity that your husband shoul
sell liquor/ said Martha Hatfield,
little black-eyed spitfire of a womat
"Well, ho don't driuk it," answero
Loila, very dry.
"Neither would my husband drill'
it," cries Martha, "if it wuzn't for cei
Iv in folks I could Dame a-temptin' hil
au' trent in' him an' a-sellin'him liquc
on credit."
"If it's my husband you'ro slappii
at," says Leila, "I can tell you ho lu
r old no liquor en credit to Jim Hatfich
fur I know his books as well as li
kuuws them hirasolf, nu' your hu
baud'o nr.me is ?ot ou them, Beside
John knows that Jim has joined tl
Sous o' Temperance, on' he is too goo
to tempt any man*to!drink who is tr;
ing to git shet of tho nabit."
"Too good 1" sniffs tho other ; "thal
all you know about him. I've g
proof of what I say : jugs an' bott!
that come /rom John Knncy'n usual
have his namo pasted on tho sides."
"What de you mean ?" an' up juni
ed Leila, quick as n mad eat.
But Martby shot her lips very res
lute. "I aiu t no more ter say,", si
cried ; "I've said too much airead
If you're satisfied with your husban
lam with minc." An with tlmtB
fell to toarin' rags so vigorous that t
dust flew out an set us all ter coughii
Sister Weeden, who wuz ever ?
pouriu' oil on troubled waters, propos
that we should sing a hymn as soon
we had calmed tho tumult in o
throat?, an' Boon tho rafters wuz
ringin' to tho tuue of
"With cherubim and seraphim,
Foll royally Ile rode.
And on the wings of mighty winds
Went flyin' all abroad."
Well, well, them two women watch
each other out of tho corners of lin
eyes all the rest o' the day, but th<
wuz no more disputin'..
Wheo Loila got home, first thi
she did wuz ter ask her husband, if
had been Bellin* Jim Hatfield a
whiskey lately. . ? f
"Not a pint," says John-"not set
I heard he jined the Sons o' Temp
ance."
"You oro positive ?"
"Just aa positive as that I've got I
Prettiest wife ia the State.''said Jo!
blain* her ; for be bad determined
chirk un before Leila, seeln' aa how
depression weighed on her. Leila,
ber side, wouldn't dampen John's spi
by tellin' of the false charge against hi
but she rando up her mind to get to
bottom of the metter.
. The next day she started off on a a
ond tramp to the Niuo milo, this ti
bound for the Hat field bouse. WI
she got inside the gate ber totri
soroetbin' that gave her a st It i
a blt of broken jog, with J?~-_ Ram
name printed very ?Uiioct ou the lal
"So Martby told the truth 1" she ir.
tered, au' her feelio'a softened conoids
ble, while at the same time.she i
plunged inter deeper perplexity.. <
Hu' Hatfield bad jest got through
mornin's work, an' wuz sitting dc
rock i n' her baby, when she saw L
standin' io the doorway. Surpri
enough abe woe; but bavin' lo be p?u
io her own houae, obs aaked her in,
banded ber a cheer.
"1 want ter "\y in the beginnin', i
thy," ?aye Le'io, "that I done you an
justice yesterday, an' I ask your nardi
Martby looked all taken aback bes
Leila apeak BO gentle, but abe cool
help feelin' mollified.
"I'm glad to bear auch words.1'
abe, very hearty. "Oar Father in net
knows I wouldn't speak untrue on sp
subject. It's too painful."
"Well, Martby. I'm in a bewlldera
and I jest call on yon as one woman
Bister woman to help me'ont of H. '
you made a charge against my busb
and I want yon ter take it beck,
me Ibis-did yon ever hear of J
Raney tellio'a lie?"
"I've beera of bis bein' a great Jol
says Martby, cautions like; "but OJ
tellio'a lie-no.''
t "Hi? jokes have no malice in th
says Leila, "an' it sio't in bia blot
lie. An' I tell yon soJeatn that .
ow mi his word that be ain't sold,
husband oner drop o' whiskey ?te?
united -?Ith tho Sona o' Temperance
make sorer than sure I went eve
book* myself, an' Jim*?' namo ain't i
fur a thing except soma qulnino t
bottloofEootbin'Tyrup."
"TbomrAfridldfae?et it?" cries
ti!;* Hatfield.
! ? *. What mad? yo& suspicion John
h Th* ?to* cfcmo io Uarffij> <r/&
"As long as you've come to mo so
frank an' friendly, Leila ?aney," says
sbo, "I'll tell you all about it. though it
looks like a mean thing to do agin my
own husband. They would turallin) out
of tho Church if it wuz found out, and
that would jest be the ruin of poor Jim."
"Don't you be afraid, Marth y. Jim ii
too good a follow fur tho Lord ter let go
of."
"This is how it WUK. The day before
Christmas Jim went ter town to get some
things. There wue shoes fur Phi), ec' a
cap fur the baby, au' a calico frock fur
me, nu' a new bat fur himself, an' a
roast of meat, an' a pint of cranberries,
an' a pound of fine cut tobackker, an' a
box of snuff, an' some candy fur the chil
dren's atockin's. 1..M)'.8 Uko a good deal
fur poor folk* t? ben buy in', but Jim had
been so good about not drlnkin' that we
bad mo: ) Christmas money than wo have
ever had eence I've been married. Jim
wuz in (inc ?pirita, an' I hadn't a sbadder
of mistrust of bim. I weut about my
work 'gingin'-you know how a woman
feels when a great load has been lifted
from her shoulders"-nn' Loila nodded
very sympathetic.
"It wuz tho day old Mother Burridge
got her dreadful fnll, and they sent fur
me ter como over. I wuz lookin' out fur
Jim, an' about uonn be pnssed by with
old man Bobberts."
"With Mr. Bobberts?" cried Leila,
starting up.
"Yes ; an' I run out ter the gate ter
meet them. Jim wuz ez sober a man ez
ever drow brenth. I told bim where be
would find bis dinner, au' that I wouldn't
bo homo until Into; that mebbe I would
havo to stay all night, an' tbat, consider
ing the uncertainty,! he needn't come
after me, czoue of thc boys would Bee roe
home. Howsomever, I got home about
sundown, an' what d'ye think wuz the
sight that met my oyes, Leila Ranoy ?
There wuz tho room in a mess, the ure
burned out, tho sm<dl of whiskey every
where, a broken iug on the floor, two
glasses on tho table, *r?' my husband
stretched Out on tho sofa a-aleepin' the
sleep of drunkenness I I flung the jug
out of-doora, but not before I saw that ii
had John Raney's name on it. I wuz
that overcome that I juBt sat down an'
cried myself a'ck. I know tbat be must
havo got tho liquor on credit, fur there,
in a little pile, wuz everything I had sent
fur, even to the candy ; nn' buy i o' them
must a took tho last nickel. I called my
little boy. an' asked him if he could tell
me who bad been with bis pa ; an' he
said that before be went to school, Phil
Oglesby had been nungin' round, mighty
auzious to seo Jim ; ao I s'pose he an'
Jim got drunk together, for, you know.
Phil is the most drlnkin' man on tba
perarer. I taxed Jim with it when be
carno ter himself, hut not a word could I
get out (of him ; an' a sorry Christmas
broke fur us, all because somebody let my
Eoor weak husband havo a jug of whia
ey."
"I wouldn't havo my husband suspected
of it, for tho world 1" cries Leila. "This
muat be cleared up."
?She wuz so excited she could hardly
speak. Her cheeks wuz on fire, an' a
curious triumphant sort of look was a
glittcriu' in her eyes.
"May I eco your husband, Marthy ?
Don't be afraid. I'll not let out a word
of what you've told mo. But I must have
a talk with Jim. Where is ho ?"
"He is fi xin' the fence behind the barn,
an1 of course you can seo him if you're a
mind ter. But- Dear sakes 1 Do look
ot her 1"
For Leila bad tore out of the house
without waitin' ter hear the end of what
Marthy wuz aaayin'.
She found Mr. Hatfield neilin' an old
plank acrost a broken place in the fence.
"Good mornin', Jim," bays Bho, col?
lectin' herself, and smilin' very friendly.
Leila had a pretty coaxln' way when
sh? liked ; and Jim wuz in a good humor
before she said another word. Not that
he wuz a hard man to deal with. He
wuz a good-lookin' young fellow, with ;.,
weak mouth, an' a bright open face that
made him only too poppeler with the
wild chaps in town.
"Mr. Hatfield," says Leila, "you know
my husband is in trouble, an' I'm trytu'
my best ter help him out of it. An' I
think anybody that's his friend or mine
ought ter be wllHu'ter help me."
"Ter be sure," saya JHt: "ter be
sure."
"You see, i t'a this way." says Leila,
spoakin' very rapid. "Old Mr. Bobberts
bought half a gallon of wbinkoy tho day
before Christmas, an' o few hoon later
came inter town with what yon men
would call acock and bull story, of lin vin'
been cot on by tramps an' robbed of it.
So, plcadin' bu poverty, ho persuaded my
husband to let htm buvo a quart, sn'
seein' es the two purchases wuz only a
few hours apart. John didn't consider
that be broke the law in p?ttin' them
down ez one. But, loan'behold I Mr.
Bobberta' conscience wuz so very, tender
! that he Informed on John, an' unless we
j csu seo some way ont of lt, be will havo
to pay a big fine."
P ''It wus a' mean trick/' said Mr. Hat- k
fi?iu, with s sic? shake of the he tul ; "a '
powerful mean triok."
L "So it woz," says Leila; "an' I'll till
1 you my opinion, Mr. Hatfield. It is that
1 Mr. Bobberts never ssw so much cz the
back of a tramp. I believe tbat half
gallon whiskey wont lu quito another way.
an' I've reason to think that yon can tell
me how it went."
"Stop 1" orles Mr. Hatfield, very ner
vous: "I can't give you no information,
sn' if I could, f don't seo bow it would
bear on the case,"
"Just this way. Mr. Bobberts pretends
it woz his conscience made him inform on
John. Now if I could prove that he told
a lie-not to mince words with you-and
threaten to cr poso him to the community,
j I might force him to withdraw his charge
i against John, mid that would end the
-natter.'' ' . .:<.-.
"Who caid co?" cries Hatfield, very
! much startled. "Who said so ?"
! ,?<Judge Wimbleton said so, and ob,
Jim, \f you could help rae in any way to
turn the tables On that wicked old man,
I do beg sod pray and beseech yon not to
bold your tongue."
Tears were eireaouV down Leila's face,
an' she bad caught Jim Hatfield's arm
between her little brown hands.
"I can't stand this, Leila;" said fae.
"I'll tell you what I know, though it's
givin' myself away, an' I'll lose my seat
in church."
.o "Maybe you'll gain a higher seat In
God's church," saya Leiln, very coft,
fixin' her black eyes on his v?ith euch a
look of pity and friendlies as Went right
to bis hesrt.' .
"Old Bobberts did Us tot you I" ' bo
cried, speaklo'very fast, ea if afraid ter
trust himself; .'W I'm the maa that can
prove it. Ho caught up with mo cv I
was ridln' out of town, rV we wen't ovi
home together. We got ter diecusaln* s
horse trade that bad been off an' on be
tween ns fur a year an* more. Ho wanted
tor buy tho bay maro I wuz riding ao
oflerod me this -time something ?sa i
fair price, I wus wlUin'ter sell if I couh
make a good bargain : ad when we got U
wy house I invited bim ter comOln ea
talk it over. After chatting qcito a apel
hy tho Aro tba old maa deefared it wu
jlry:;:work; tofcUff jug fty^ jalng
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