The hummer., February 18, 1916, Image 4

About The hummer. (Houston, Miss.) 1914-19??

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15 lbs best American Granulated Sugar
Fancy Peaberry Coffee, per pound
Good Roast Coffee, per peck for
One dollar buckets, French Market Coffee
1 pound cans Honey Moon Coffee
7 pounds best Hear Rice
Good Sorghum Molasses, per gallon
Corn Syrup, blue label, per gallon -
7 boxes Matches, while they last
7 packages Arm &. Hammer Soda
7 bars Red Wrapper Soap
7 boxes Blueing, or sticks
$1.00
20c
$1.00
90c
20c
50c
40c
40c
25c
25c
25c
25c
7 packages Table Salt -
Bakers Chocolate, 15c size
10 pound pails pure Lard, X Ray brand
5 pound pails pure Lard, X Ray brand
Pure Lard out of tubs, per pound
Pride of Illinois Corn, per can
3 cans Salmons -
4 stran Brooms, each
5 stran Brooms, each - - -Fancy
5 Stran Brooms
Pure Apple Vinegar, per gallon
Magnolia Flour, per barrel
25c
10c
$1.25
65c
' 12c
10c
25c
25c
35c
40c
30c
$7.50
93c
$7.21)
90c
- $6.9.)
85c
Magnolia Flour, per sack -Diploma
Flour, per barrel
Diploma Flour, per sack
Diamond King Flour, per barrel
Diamond King Flour, per sack
We have lower grades Flour if you want them.
Good home ground Meil in new bags, Pr bushel 75-:
Shorts, per sack - - $1.r5
Red Rust Proof Oats, per bushel - - - (4e
Early Bert Oats, per bushel - - ' - G5c
Good Mixed Feed, per sack - ... $1.05
Good Hay per bale 50c, less in ton lots.
We carry a full line of garden seed, 7 5- pack for 25c
We will pay in CASH the Highest Market Price for Chickens, Eggs,
Ducks, Geese, Turkeys, Peas and all kinds of Hides.
SEE US. BEFORE YOU SELL.
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Houston,
Mississippi
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One of Bob Taylors Love
Letters.
TO THE SWEETHEARTS.
"Robin's Roost," Johnson City, Tenn.
June 24, 1899.
Dear Sweethearts:
I wish that life might always be as sweet to you as it
is today, and that the world might ever be as bright and
beautiful. For you the flowers are in full bloom, and the
air is burdened with songs for your delight. Laughter is
on your lips, and love gladdens your hearts and fills them
with emotion which no ttongue can express. To you every
grove is a paradise on earth, and every grapevine swing is
sylvan chariot. To you the humming birds and butter
flies are the cherubim and seraphim of the meadows. All
the springs that bubble among the purpile ' hills, and all
the brooks that leap over the rocks and eddy among the
shadows, sing to you of love. All things material become
spiritual, and you live in the bright world of fancy, where
rivers of dreams flow through phantom landscapes of in-,
effable beauty. In this bright realm there is only room
for two two sweethearts hand in hand and heart in
heart; two souls with but a single thought. No intruders
are welcome there; solitude and silence are to you "like'
apples of gold in pictures of silver." Every smile is a sev
enth heaven; every loving look a glimpse of immortality,!
and every moment an eternity of happiness. I
I wish I could tell you how you fell. I know, but can-j
not express it. You rise from your slumbers in the morn-i
ing and feel sick, but it is a different kiud of sickness from !
any you have ever experienced: you are sick, but it is a'
sort of sweet flutter about your heart, and a sweet flutter
about your heart, and a sweet, sickening, honeylike ach
ing of your brain. It is an indefinable wish which makes
you nervous and absent-mined. Your sour is constantly
slopping over with poetic thoughts which you cann t im
prison within the narrow confines of hum n language;
your heart is a poplar blossom of emotions, and your head
is a beehive of sweet tho'ts; your appetite has deserted
you, and you are "pale around the gills"; your spirit feels
a lasso around its neck, which draws you oat hroug'i the
gate and down under the trees to the spot where you have!
met each other a thousand times. Now you are happy;
not a wave of trouble rolls across your peacesul breast;'
and "that's what's the matter with Hannah'' and that's
what's the matter with Hiram. It is a delightful spell of
hallucination. He is the "Hall" and she is the 'Lucy";
an 1 when "Hall" meets "Lucy" what else could there be
but hallucination? To his eyes her ribbons are streaks of
light, and to his ears the "swish" of her skirt is like unto
the rustling of angel's wings. To her the fuzz on his up
per lip is a poem, and bis'be-studded shirt front and high
standing collar cover a multitude of sins. To him she is
a bundle of sweetness; to her he is a beegum of honey. To
him earth is a clover blossom; to her the stars are a bunch
of daisies. To both all nature is heaven, and all of life is
tomorrow.
Dream on, O sweet sweethearts! Dream in the leafy
bowers of yoeth; dream in the moonlight of romance;
dream in the sunshine of sentiment in the fruited and flow
ered gardens of exuberant young life. . Dream while yet
you dwell among the opium scented poppies of life in the
careless, happy realm of sweethearts. Dream on, nor
seek to wake too soon; for the flowers will shed their bloom
at your feet, the leaves will wither and fall around you,
and the spring and summer of love's young dream will
soon pass away. The ideal will melt into the real; and
daisies and clover blossoms will soon be hay, and'the silk
ed and tasseled corv will soon turn to fodder and "roas'n
ears." Where now the happy twain are wont to stroll
down among the dnffodils aud pansies, he will soon be
strolling between the plow-haadles, in the new-made fur
row, breathing the sweet aroma of the naw plowed ground
and dreaming of corn dodgers in the fall. She will desert
her calcony to bend over the washtub on the back porch,
and while she washes his studless and collarless linen, she
will sadly sing:
What peaceful hours I once enjoyed
How sweet their memory still!
The shadows will soon be reversed, and all of life will
be yesterday, except the house rent, and grocery bills, and
taxes, which will be due tomorrow. To day he has red
hair and white teeth; tomorrow he will have white hair
and no teeth. To-day she has blue eyes and re 1 lips; to
morrow she will have blue lips and red eyes.
Dream on, O sweet sweethearts! Your dreams are
now performed with joy an I tinted with hope; but you will
wake to the realities of beefsteak and onions and the strug
gle' for hash. Dream on, and rejoice in the campanionship
of the linnets and orioles; you will soon prefer the society
of your pigs and chickens, and the bleating of your sheep
aud billy goats.
Many things which now seem sweet will soon turn
sour. You will go out of the ideal into frie real But no
matter if the flowers fade and beauty vanishes; no matter
if the phantoms of youth take wings, and all its fleeting
pleasures evaporate; no matter if cares and troubles come;
no matter if your heads turn gray, and the crow's feet.
gather at the corners of your eyes,and your brows become
wrinkled and your cheeks colorless, and your bodies bent;
if your love is true love now, you will still be sweetheart.,
as tender and true in the evening of life as you were in its
blissful morning, and you will walk arm in arm aiuo i (,
the gathering shadows antUweave all the sweet' memori
of youth into the happy twilight song of tottering old age.
When love like this dwells in the heart, how sweet an 1
beautiful are the lives of the sweethearts, and what
glorious exemplification of the truth that "life is indee i
worth the living!"
When. I hear a man railing at his wife, or a woman
tonguing her husband, I know that sweethearts have turn
ed sour, and can see the wisdom of God in ' providing the
"tongueless silence of the dreamless dust." I have heard
it said that matches are made in heaven, but there is not
a word of truth in the saying. . Matches are always made
on earth. If they were made "in heaven, there would never
be an ill-matched couple; there would never be an incom
patible marriage; there would never be a brutal husband
nor a brawling wife. There would be but little of hell on
earth. Every home would be an Eden, and every heart a
paradise.
My advice to sweethearts is this: If your tempers
clash and your temperaments are not congenial; if you
quarrel before you marry, you can set it down as a c.er
taiuty that you will quarrel, and majbe light, after mar-riage.-you
might as well be in that land "where tney never
shovel snow." Hell after death will be nothing new to you.
Find a congenial spirit. If you are in love with your
sweetheart only because she is beautiful, you will find
that yonr love will be of "but a few days and full of trou
ble," for beauty is only skin deep and soon fades. If yon
are in love with your sweetheart for symmetry of i'oii:.
and grace of motion, so has the tiger symmetry of form,
and it is a very graceful mover. Tus lovlbst specimen of
flesh and blood, without a gentle spirit and a lovable soul,
ii only' a rag: a bone and a hank of hair." Life is elyseum
to congenial spirits; it is "ehellium" to uncongenial spirits
Sweethearts, choose your partners, and I hope and
pray that you may not be disappointed in your choice
Goodbye, sweethearts, good-bye. Yours lovingly.
R013T. L. TAYLOR.
Jacob Wooten.
On Saturday night, Feb. 12th, 1916, the death angel
winged his shadowy and heart-des dating flight unto earth
with the home summons for tiie soul of one of Chickasaw
county's worthy citizens, Mr. Jacob Wooten, of the Tabb
vilie neighborhood. Mr. Wooten got a hurt from falling
from a ladder on Thursday, so we understand, which re
sulted in his death. He was a good man who lived a quiet
and unassuming life to a ripe old age and he will be miss
ed by those who know him best. His wife, two daughters
and one son and several grandchildren survive him. We
extend our sympathy to them.
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