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The Goldsboro star. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1881-18??, May 28, 1881, Image 1

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tilslrucon and be Wise, and Refuse It Not."
v GOLDSBORO, K. C, SATURDAY. MAY 28, 1881.
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rt Foulest, ai Oo'iblioro, AT. v..
bib MrfiT.
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oorauMiitcations or busiiMW should be
mmhI to Obo. T. Wadmim.IUot Shro
ff, (loldeboro, K. U
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Mti.a U'fnAa.
'-' wtad ingi PtPHr "Pri!i8s!
Mrs hastening od their way
H smells of oowalip bell, ' (
angled meads of Mar;1 '
rfWrod, red mouth, .,
ie kiascsof ibe south.. ; V
' irtni )rothe of nwsat heatlu,
sow of wood grown old ;
Ap-t from autumn aklea.
jouila orerlaid with gold;
fight locks I lova the beet '
the glories of the west
" h.wlnd sweeps from ("vital deep,
hallaofendleaa ;
d Mows o'or snow,
rolled In white;
maiden's anal
'that ahroud th txl. .
i
ilia oVr ioacrt hills
ta of barren eaM;
lota uf tea blanched bonea
ainklnalght ofland; ' ;
T rare and moan,
ia all mj or;
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T'jTU orlta A Pivlo: nnA Ufa a
. -V IT 1 J IV T MUM WRU
WtiW' I get time," said Bcggarall.
"There's no lurry about Kipple
Gran' thought Pixlev. "If MiM
Briggnkeeps it from tumbling to pieces
she will t vert, well." ,
Meanwhile Mrs. Kippleduerself, the
plump ividow whose grandfather on the
husband's side had bequeathed her this
impracticable piece of propertT.bpgan to
think of running down to look at it
herself. " They tell me there's no such
thing m letting it,"'- said she I't
mind to go down and see . for' myself.
Oiroreally pines for the country, now
that they are selling lilao blossoms and
pansies in the streets; and I'm quite
sure that a change of air would do me
good. I'll take Dorcas, my maid, and a
few can's of peaches and sardines, and
we'll pionic at Kipple Orange, just for
the fun of the thing." .
" It never rains but it pours," saith
the ancient proverb; so upon this windy,
blooming April day, when the sunny
meadow slopes were purpled all over
with wild violets, and the yellow nar
cissus was shaking its golden tassels
over the negleoted borders of Kipple
Orange, the old brick house, which had
ntood empty for six good years at least,
became au 01 a sudden alive. ...
It was an ancient mildewed struoture
on the edge of a wood, an old red house
whose front garden, tangled over with
rose-briers, and grown &th the fantastic
trunks of mossv pear trees, and apples
that leaned almost to the ground, sloped)
down to tne bans of a merry little rivu
let. Her the tiger-lilies lifted their
scarlet turbans in the July sunshine,
and thn clumps of velvety Bwoot-williums
cherry-cheeked invaders, wiio returned
her gaze with interest. j
" Bovs," said she, severey, " what are
you doing UoreT . V.
"Why," said Master Bruoe Bellairs,
ceaf. eleven, " it's our house, v And pa
and ma are helping unpack the ceti t
the south door. And I've got a Kdbird,
aud Johnny's got a brood of Brahma
chiokens in a basket, and Pierre has
a monkey"
"But, boys," said Ji8a Briggs, with
uifle hysterical laugh, "thiais my
house." ' ;
" No, it ain't," said the three Masters
Bellairs in chorus; "it's ours. We've
rented it for a year, and pa and ma are
unpacking downstairs."
" Is that your pa f said Miss Briggs,
with a sudden inspiration, as she pointed
to the old gentleman in the garden, who
stood stock-still, like the Egyptian obe
lisk. ; , .,..;. ; ,
" No, indeed," said Pierre, contemp
tuously. ' ....
, "Nothing of the sort," said Johnny.
"Our pa ain't such a guy as that,"
chuckled Bruce. -v.
" I think I must be asleep and dream
ing," said Mws Biggs, as the door
opened, and a stout, blooming matron
entered Upon the scene, with a kerosene
lamp in one hand and a basket of care
fully packed china in the other, while
from her finger depended a bird-cage.
"My good woman," said he Bever
end Mrs. Bella'i, I supposy you have
come her ""'"' a situation. If
you can ' jrenee as to char
acter ;
" Yott , mistaken, madam,
to the top of bis head. " Don't you 1
the house ?" said he. '
"Yes," Miss Briggs admitted,
like the house."
" And don't you consider the situ
salubrious?' ., .;
Cortainly," said Miss Briggs
"Then," said Mr. Hyde, looking
the edge of his. geological hanimb.
" why don't you stay here f
"What, all alone by myself r said
Miss Briics. - .
MNo,N ,aid -the scientific gentleman"
"with m I"
" Good graoious I" cried Miss Briggs.
' "We both like the plaoe," said Mr.
Hyde. " We like the situation, and ws
like each other. Why shouldn't we
settle down here for life?" '
" But I never have thought of suoh a
thing," said Miss Briggs, in trepidation.
" Think of it now said Mr. Hyde, in
accents of soientiflo persuasion, as he
laid down his hammer and took her
black-mi ttened hand tenderly in his.-
And Mr. Bellairs married them before
he went away, and Kipple Grange has
never been to let since. llarper't liaxar.
Modern Courtship.
"And you really love me dearly?" he
asked, as he coiled his arm around her
wasp-like system. " And you'll always
lovemeso?"
"Always, Frederick; ever so."
"And you pledge me to sew but "
"SirK v
"You pledge me to Jo Iwautify my
life that it will always be as happy as
now?"
" Willi my last bre.iUi.'Frederick." '
h.
We mo
m Then,
We long fi
rude,
The futon
rain, .
And floroe agi
Our bliaa t
vain,
Oh.de
nioalonal Bun,
There at two pa
No mora the deaei
Ia there a white
Oh, doeec
Bitter delays and 1
Oh! say, beyot
mountains,
Dim in the dUtanei
Ia there not hii
foontains,
On, desert ot
t
A crying need- -
A lady is alwt
sna ftwe&kttk (Swat
Raid Mi bmnTfcv. "I
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