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BUTLER, GEORGIA. TUUSIIAY, JULY lllth. 1877.
WHOLE NUHBEB 11.
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The Separation.
md me does the work, and
Msoro, and sells it,
and gets money. ; A ■ ,
growing interested in this small
history. I proceeded with my
questions. ->
is your name?’
But mostly they calls
op-oorn.’
'Well, tip)n, Little fop-corn,’
have you
Here, at lost, rhad touched some
sensitive chord in tlie erilail heart.
The sweet mouth trembling a little
and she replied in a trembling
voice:’
ST MBS. M. A. BIDDSB.
How different It tnisht kave been,
It wo whose lie. are liven,
Tbotte holy bond. Ibnt were joined,
And Mated before high heaven—
How different bad we both reeolvcd, -
At wedlock, earlv start.
Before ihe olowle arete thick and tut,
To each one utir part I
HE.
Had I bat scattered brighteet flowere.
To make her pathway aweet»
Had I bat plucked the smallest thorn,
That »’en might pierc. hei foot—
Had 1 bat thrown my pride away
A ad wooed herback again.
Where someelv fault out bearte estrange,
How bleat we might have been I
hue.
Had I hat soothed hie brow of core,
And Waned th« frowns away,
Nor raladod ever,! parish word
That he to me might nay
Had I bat done my dnty well,
It noticed no thing to mitw,
To moke tlih joy in life complete,
How bright had been our blitts I
MB.
Had I bat loved and oheriehod her,
Moot tended? throngh life.
And made her friend ana counselor.
- . A«.wit|He d.rlli« wife
He’d I lorboarrfitmrned. for here
And the dear phlldfen « sake,
Of wind aweet f 'imfoita pence and love
kltgat we thl. dnv partake I
* SHE.
Had I bat lived within nnr menne,
Nor elohed for ooetl.v dreaa,
abowand vanity
... jn of bapplneea I— .
mt loved 'my haaband more,
j And theen one girla and boys,
And made name and faltUfol wife,
! How blight llle'a closing joje I
my iatlier is. My mother is sick
ini' me an' Jimmie can'tern much
mousy selling corn. Please don't
forget to uusvyer an.' tel me whor
he is.
I looked up, suliling, and said:
'But, Little Pop-corn, you haven’t
told him who you 'are, nor what
your name is, nor anything about
yourself. Now write that down
here in this corner.
Site took the paper and wrote
silently for a few muments, then
handed it luck .with this added,
away off in one corner;
1 am Maggie. Borne cull me
•Yes, sir. But father wentjj, itt | e Pop-corn. Ji m is ten. I
away and left ns seven years ago,
when I was a baby, aud now moth
er's siok—and me and Jimmy—we
has to'-—here the voice hesitated,
aud the tears caiue iuto the iuuu-J ma y g„, if an answer comes, I
' SELECTIONS.
Little Pop-Corn,
A TRUE STORY.
•Please, sir, buy some pop-corn?’
It was a snowy, blustering day
in January, and I sat at my office
desk writing, when » smalt voice
accosted me with the above re
quest.
'Not this morning,’ I replied
rather gruffly, and without glanc
ing up.
‘Come, Jimmy, we must go
He won’t buy any,’ I heard the
small voice say in a whisper.
This time there was something
sadly old in the childish tones
They touch, my ear and heart to
gether,.and I turned quickly.
Before me was the figure of a
little girl,. perhaps eight years
old, poorly clad, and hesido her a
boy—her brother, as I afterward
learned—a little older than her
self. She carried a small basket
of puffy, whitecorn. There was
such a iook of innocence in her
big gray eyes that I was fairly con-
oup and twp for five cents?*
* '"irjRfe
■f
eoide-
um ate.
‘Veiy well,’ said I, suppressing
a second smile. ‘Now tell me
where’to send it, and then you
cent eyes.
‘But, iny child, haven’t you
heard anythtug from him for seven
whole years?’
*0, yes. Last year a man came
and told mother how that father
worked in his mill once, and then
fell sick, and he told Mr. Hudson
that he was coming home as soon
as ever he got well again. But
that was almost a year ago, and
he isn’t come yet.’
Do you know whero this Mr.
Hudson lives, Maggie?'
Mother knows,' was the quiet
answer.
Very well. Find out'from your
mother where he lives, and write
him a letter and ask about your
father, without letting her know
it.’
‘I can’t write. I—only—print,’
waB the hesitating reply.
Just as well,’ said I. ‘Do
that.’
‘But I haven’t got any paper,
or pen, or ink.’
1 supplied these deficiencies, and
then touK her round to all the
neighboring offices, until site hail
disposed ot all her coru, and both
small hands were full of pennies.
How many are there?’ said I.
‘Lay them down aud I’ll count.
Fifteen and five are twenty, and
ten are thirty, aud three are thirty-
three. ’
She looked a moment, half in
bewilderment, half in delight,
then said : ‘Is it so, Jim?’
He nodded, and she grasped his
brown hand, gleefully. ‘Why,
Jimmie, it’s more’u w’eve made
in two dayssomot-imesl Let’s buy
an orange for mother!’
Thou, remembering my presence
she straightway grew old and dig
nified again, and gravely said;
Thank you, sir,’ and walked
awuy, hugging her precious ink
and paper.
Several days passed, and I began
to believe I had seen the last of
Maggie. Indeed, in the press of
business, I had almost forgotten
the child’s existence; when one
morning my office ^Hoor opened
very softly, and she’stood before
me. I saw that she was somewhat
embarrassed, so J- went busily on
with my wriffpg. She walked
eiowly aoross tGe floor and stood
at my side’a moment in perfect
Then a paper was laid
Where do you
•How much is your pop-dorp
my child?’ I asked.
The pretty mouth dimpled with
pleasure as she ifeplied: ‘Two
cents a cup, sir,’and two oups for
five tents.’
I smiled at this odd reckoning
and said: «Oh, you are ijiistakeni ^
You mean, I guess three cents a 0 n niy desk, rather 'grimly, to be
sure, and a good deal the worse
for any foldings. 1 said nothing,
hut opened the paper; und’ read in
letters of all sizes, from a half-inch
to a microscopic print.and leaning
will sund for you,
live?’
She gave the desired informa
tion and left me with the same
grave little bow.
I added a page or two to Little
Pop-corn’s letter, explained who
she was nnd told the unknown Mr.
Hudson that he would be repaid
for taking the trouble of replying
to the child's letter, if ouly he
could see the bright, hopeful face
with which the letter was sent.
Again the matter escaped my
miud, ami us 1 came iu one morn
ing and looking over my mail, I
win for a moment surprised <0 see
a letter directed to ‘Miss Maggie
Lee,' in a round, business hand.
I sent (or the child us soon as
possible, nnd she came. I put the
letter into her hands and told her
to read it. With earger, tremb-
liug liuste she opened the covering,
sod then a quick look of disap
pointment came into her face us
she Haiti, handing it to me:
1 can’t read writing, sir.
Please read it to me.’ The letter
was brief and manly. The gen
tleman's heart hud been touched
by the childish appeal, -and he
promised to do ail in his power to
aid Maggie’s search. The letter
closed:.
Good-buy, my little girl, and
God bless voul If John Hudson
can 4° anything to make you hap
py; bo sure he will do it.’
In an inclosure to me he earnest
ly assured. me of his deep iuterest
in both father and ohild, and add
ed that he had already advertised
for newB of the missing man
Several weeks passed by, during
which time, through storm, and
cold, and snow, Little Pop-oorn
failed, not to come every morning
with’her basket of white treasures.
'One morning riiy door opened
as usual, and thinking it was Mag
gie on her daily rounds. I did
not even rajs my eyes from my
work, until'aglad little voice said,
iu a triumphant tone:
‘He's come, sir, he’s cornel*
TJjed I Glanced up. A man of
middle stature and age stood before
me, with drooping head and down-
east eyes and an evident Iookof
shame in. his whole bearing. -, But
suddenly a thought seemed to
rouse him, and shaking himself,
us if he would be free from all
recollection of the past, he walked
toward me holding out his hand
and said:'
father’s hand, and wetting it with
her tears.
All this happened a year ago,
and now, on Bogers street, there
lands a little caudy-shop, which,
by its neatness and freshness, at
tracts many coppers out of many
pockets, and even beguiles me into
waisting many a pleasant half-
hour there. Bustliog round be
hind the counter, very often I find
Miss Maggie all alonp, left in sole
and undisputed charge while her
father is away on errands necessary
to the business.
Her small head- barely reaches
above the counter, but her feet are
just as brisk arid willing as when
I first made her acquaintance, and
the happiness and heartiness that
exists now in that humble heme
is all owing to the ciiildish perse
verance and loving trustfulness of
my ‘Little Pop-corn,’—Youth’s
Companion.
Going to Jeans
‘Here are some grapes for you,’
Effie,' Raid Annie, one day, as she
raised the corner of a snowy nap
kin and revealed a basket full of
the purple lruit.
The eyes of the sick ohild grew
bright in a moment, but soon her
head sank buok languidly against-
the pillow. Her good old grand
mother stepped out to make hen
little pet a tempting puddiui
the little friends were'feft alone,
i ‘Oh how nice!’ exclaimed Effie
again, as she pressed a juicy grape
to her paMjhifdMips.
They- wfljf help to moke you
well, Effliwyou know the daisies
and butjrir-cupa and bine violets
will .so^u be here, aud you must
run $ race with them to seo if you
qan’t, be out in the fields first.
Wofl’t that be funny?’ and Annie
Htighed merrily, but Effie shook
her head-at she said:
‘No. Aanie, I shall . never see
the green fields ugain.'
Whkt makes you say that,
Effie?’
Because I get weaker and
weaker every day. Oh, l know I
shall ndvor get well any more.’
How can ynu talk so, Effie?
It would frighten mo most to death
to be siok, aud know I couldn’t
got well.’
I used to be afraid too, but I am
not now
Not afraid to he put in the coffin
and then he put all by youself in
the dark, cold ground!'
‘No, Annie, not now, for Jesus
will hug mo olose to his bosom I
won’t know it’s cold and dark.’
‘Are you a Christian, Effie?
asked Annie, in surprise.
‘If loving Jesus is being a Ohris-
tain then 1 am one, for I do love
Him dearly, Annie, and sometimes
it seems to me He loves me too.'
‘Can God love such a little girl
Effie?
‘Oh yes. Grandma says He de
lights for little ohildreu to come to
Hitn. { *
‘How can wo go to Him, Effie
whea we can’t see Him?’ If He
was walking about the earth it
would be easy, hut it’s so hard
now.’
•Let me tell you how I went,
Annie, and maybe you will go to
Him too. I read a story of o poor
little servant girl in Scotland
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room. She said,‘Yes, all but a
little servant, and it was not worth
while to call her.' But. he begged
for her to come in, for he said .she
had a precious soul too. So ; in
she came, all ragged and dirty,
but he didn't core for that. ' r .Af
ter lie prayed, ho called her to, him
and found she did not even knhw
there was a God in heaven; ! He
said : tit
‘Little girl, if you will kneel
down night aud morning and sky
a prayer of five words, wheq.J I
come back I will bring you a pret
ty red calico dress '
She promise, and he said, 'The
words are:
*0 Lord, show me myselfl*
Whou he came back she met
him with tears rolling down her
cheeks, and said:
Oh, sir, I don't want thrdtess
now, din't know I was so dreaful
wicked before.”
The good man did not ask berlf she
had kept Iter promise, for ho know
she had; but the rnoro she told him
about her wicked heart, the more he
smiled. After ho talked and prayed
with her ho said:
‘1 am going away again, llttlo girl,
and 1 am going to givu you another
praj-jj^pfllvo words to repeat rneru-
ulglit. Hero It is—
.ord, show mo thyself l’
ell he went away, and when lie
camo back she ran to kirn with a beau
tiful smile, anil oh, Annie, she was so
happy, for God had taken away her
sinful heart, uud sho was a Christian.
This Is tho way 1 came to Jesus ton.
Oh, at first it suoiued to me 1 was
worse than anybody In the world,
nnd then I prayed tho other prayer.
I prayed n long time, for It seomed to
mo 1 couldn’t think right- when I
kneeled down, but after awhllo it ap
peared like l got up close to Jesus,
and 1 haven't bet u afraid to die since.'
Soon alter this a snd group gatliorad
around her hod, for Efilo was going to
die.
And now at length Spring has
come. -:
She shook her head very
dly
‘No, sir, I'm sure, Mother said
so; and she always k^owjt.’
•And w\io is your mother,-child;
that she lets you cofne but suoh a
W '‘My*mo^heris Thorne sick, and i Plenso Mr. Hudson tel- me wher 1 for MaggFo wait? clinging to her | and asked it they wore all in the
‘Sir, before God I thank you for
bringing me back to this, child, 3he was living iua family who
nnd as surely us I stand here to- were not Christians, and a niiniB-
. . ?i -day, I premise tube the niao IJ torSstoppecI at the house to spend
some to the Erist, some, to theU, avun eyerUeen,and—and’—Here, the night. He told the lady lie
West, the following letter: the strong voice failed eutircly, would like to pray with the family,
„ 1 ''J-’'’ _ . . . ■ , I p' as FT. .....iO ~ a— h... ' .mrl ..ulriirl if flint’ tvnrft nil 111 tllC
Tho Deacon Answered.
Up in New Hampshire, where
I used to live when a boy, (says
Gov. Noyes) there was an old dea
con who was a deal more pious
than honest. He was an old hy
pocrite, and when he had done any
particular mean act he eased his
conscience by going out into a field,
along one side of which was a stone
wail, and kneeling beside it prayed
the Lord to topple it over on him
if he had dune anything offensive
to Him or wrong in His sight.
Well,-we boys found it out, and
one day when we saw the dbaonu
making for the Btone wall, we got
on the other side aud waited. Ho
Kiiclldown according to his usual
custom, and went through his usual
formula, closing with tho petition to
have the wall toppled over if ho had
dona anything wrong. And we tup-
' sd it—Jumping out from under
9 stones, the old mini cried, in tones
mingled disgust nud alarm—
‘Good gracious. Lord! Can’t you
tell when n nan is joking?”
Attempted Assassination.
Tho Savannah Nbws given the
following: Mr. Jocelyn, the Post
master at No. If Central Bailroad,
arrived in the city yesterday morn
ing. He states that after the train
K assed the station, going up at
alt-past eleven o’clock on Thurs
day night last,' he was called out
o’ his house by some unknown
parties. He .res'pimded to the
summons, anti immediately, upon
showing himself wus ttnV upon
und badly wounded. He was shot
iu.tlie loft arm, left ankle, and
back. -- The parties tliua made their
escape He is unable to assign a
Mist for this cowardly and brutal
tixli. ..Mr, Joitelyn came to Savan
nah to tiToive stiigical ’attention..
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