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YOL. XX.
THOMSON, GA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1892.
A Song of Mysteries.
Who shall say what snowflakes light
! Falling on the lambs at night,
Clothed them iu their coats of whitef
Who shall say wbat veins of auu
Through the rose’s petals run,
*Till they crimson one by one?
This, O Love, is all our knowing:
Lambs are clad and flowers are blowing.
When the wild birds are a-xving
In the blue and bloom of spring,
Who shall say what makes them sing?
Who shall tell this heart of mine
Why in thunder and in shino
Still the mossed-oak litres the vine?
We but know the wild bird singeth
And the lured vine cliugeth, cliugeth.
Who shall say why rosiest dawn
Gleameth, streameth, dreameth on,
To the breast of Darkness drawn?
Ami why thou, by earth caressed,
j Still hath sought me—loved me best,
Crept like sunlight to my breast?
Day and Dark may love and sever,
But thou lovest me forever!
““[Frank L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitu
tion.
- i. .
What the Kettle Sang
BY HELEN M. WHITNEY.
Tlio Widow Rubhlo wns brushing
; her smooth blnok hair, ami giving her
niece, Dolly Hodges, a pioco of bor
mind at the same time.
“I wonder you ain’t ashamed of
it, and you a church member, tool’
‘ sho cried.
"But, Auni Tabilha, what li it?
| What have I done?’’ pleadod Dolly,
; raising a pair of clear blue oyos to her
i aunt's snapping black oust.
| “What have you done I You haven't
primped and puckerod, and act your
j oap to catch Deaoou Holly—oh, no I’’
Iu her wrath Tabitha twisted her
back ludr till it was tlio size of a hick
ory nub
| “Oh, annt! how onn you aay mob
j a dreadful thing?” Shy, sweet tent*
I pored Dolly flushed out the words
: with a spirit akin to hor aunt’s. “You
j know it’s not true.”
J “I know ’tis true.”
Tlio black eyes snapped again, and
the widow brushed and scolded with
I equal energy,
“Didn’t 1 seo yon run down to the
gale oidy this morning in your blue
merino dro.s, and your best hat, and
ask tlio deacon to luko yon to town iu
his spring wagon? And ’(ain’t the
! first time, either.”
“Why, Aunt Tabilha!’' Dolly's blue
oves openod very wide, ss sho looked
jat hot- aunt in surpriso. “You know
it was too snowy for mo to walk to
i town today, and we wore obliged to
have that trimming to finish the fluting
on Mis. Giocii’h cashmere dross. I
had boon watching all the morning for
a chance to ride down.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“I didn’t know tho doacon would
pass —how could I? and it would
liavo boon all (he sumo if Farmer Dob
son, or old Uncle Peter Jones, had
! oome along.”
“Oh, yes, thal’lldo to tell,” retorted
the widow. “And of ooitrso it was
absolutely necessary for you to run
back and get a piece of bread and jam,
or something, for that spoiled young
ono that’s always stuck along with his
father I”
Dolly laughed, in spite of her vexa
tion.
“I wont back for my muff,” she
explained, “and Freddie said ho was
hungry, so, of course, I brought him
tho bread.”
“Olt, you needn’t make excuses,
j and think I’ll believe ’em. I know
well enough ’twould be a good match
for a poor girl like you, that lias to
make your own living. But Deaoon
Holly’s too smart to he caught like
that; and it’s for your own good I’m
a-warning you, Dolly Hedge*. But
I shall come over and speak to Sistar
! Dorcas about it after a while, for 1
seo there's no uso talking reason to
you."
“Yon may spare yourself the trou
ble, Aunt Tabitha, for my mother
knows all yon can (ell her, already,”
retorted Dolly, as sho drew the hood
of her waterproof ovor her head, and
walked proudly away. But there was
a troubled look in her downcast eyes,
and the envenomed words still rankled
in her bosom.
Doacon Holly felt weary and worn
as ho entered his lonely dwelling. The
large, handsome rooms, with their
costly furniture, had a dreary, deto
lato look that made him shiver.
The dining-room looked snug and
cheerful. A bright fire blazed in the
i ample fire-place, and tho sun streamed
through the west window, lighting up
a pot of vivid chrysanthemums which
stood on the wide sill.
Aunt Patty, the presiding genius of
tlio housekeeping arrangements, had
taken her knitting and gono out to
have a chat with the next neighbor,
having, however, with commendable
prudence, first replenished tho fire
with a froli back-log and front stick.
and hung the iron tea-kettle over it to
save building a fire in tho kitchan.
Aunt Putty’s oilier preparations for
tea were already made. Tho cold
hoof was sliced and sot away in tlio
safe. The apple bu'.tcr was already
dished iu tho cut-glass bowl; a mince
pie was cut, and a.pitcher of sweot
cream stood ready for tlio tablo, which
wns already set, and covered with an
extra cloth to protect it from the dust.
Tho gingerbread was sliced, and a
plate of honey stood in closo proximity
to a loaf of brownbroad and a pot of
yellow butler.
Deacon Holly was tired, and throw
ing himself into an ensy-chair by the
fire, ho foil to meditatihgon his lonely
lot.
It wns three years sinco little Fred
die’s mother had boon laid to rest un
der tho daisies ou tlio hill-side, and
tho deacon had nevor ceased to miss
hor.
Somehot*; tho more ho thought of
her tho more attractive seomod his
latest day-dream, of giving tho sub
stantial old li-uso another mistress,
and his hoy a now mother. He looked
down with a smile at Freddie, who
lmd fallen asleep before (ho tiro, with
ills head ou a crimson ottoman.
Tlio smile was followed by a look of
perplexity as Deacon Holly leaned
back iu the cushioned chair, and set to
work ou a problem that had recently
begun to puzzle him sadly. And while
he puzzled, a pair of black eyes seemed
to claim his attention in the fore
ground, while tuo bewildering blue
onos cast shy glances nt him from a
distnnoo, as if too timid to approach
nearer.
Tho black eyes looked very attract
ive, tho blue ones vory entrancing,
and tho frown over tho deacon’s noso
dooponod perceptibly.
Proseutly a most wonderful thing
occurred. An amazing thing, such ns
tho doacon hud novar heard of in ull
his life boforo.
Tlio iron tea-kottlo, which had for
some tiino been singing mvay quite
merrily, suddenly puffed out a cloud
of steam, liftod its lid, tiltod itsolf ou
ono side, and I iui'o 1 ut the deacon in
the most ludicrous uuil ueaucuuntablo
manner.
The deacon could soarcely boliovo
the evidence of his senses. Ho put ou
his spectacles and starod at the kottlo
iu amazement
To lilt intonso surpriso, (ho erratio
kottlo blew out another oloud of
steam, tilted still farther to one side,
and gavo a broader staro than evor.
It then began to sing, in a bolstor
ou, tone:
“Double, double, toil and trouble,
The and eacon’s married the Widow Rubble.”
At this Deacon Holly drew iiimsolf
up with an air of quiot dignity.
“I bog your pardon, Mrs. Ivottle,”
ho said, mildly. “You uro laboring
undor a mlsluko. 1 am not murriod
to anybody.”
“Oh, yos, you aro, old chap,” re
turned tho tea-kettle, suuoily. “You
aro married to the Widow Rubble
that was, and she’s out iu tlio kitchen
this inlmtle, Jawing Aunt Paity for
putting so imiok wood on the lire, and
for having both honey and apple but
ter for supper.”
“Doar me,” sighed tlio doacon. “I
really had no idea of snch a tiling. 1
think you are mistuken, ma’am, in
deed.”
“No, no, deaoou, uo mistake about
it, Ido assure you. Such things fre
quently happen, my dear sir, tako my
word for it,’’ persisted the keltic.
“But—hut it ccrtniuly cannot boa
a legal marriage, when it occurred
without my knowledge.”
“Oh, bless your heart, that makes
no difference—no difference at all. iny
dost- sir I You aro in for it now, and
wilt have to face tho music. Rubble
rhymes to trouble, you know. Tho
worst of it is, tho poor little hoy will
cotno in for his share of tlio trouble.
I (ell yoa, it made my blood boil to
see her order that poor child around
before you cuine homo today. No won
der he’s asleep o n the rug lids mmuto,
and when she made him shovel oil all
the snow from around the house, and
thou finish gelling that load of coal
into the collar —a bitterly‘cold day like
this, too.
The deaoon groanod.
“I should think you’d a known bet
tor, deaoon. I really should,” wont on
tlio tea-kottlo. “Didn’t yourcointnon
sense toll you that Rubble rhymes to
trouble, and Doily rhymes to Holly?
What could ho plainer than that?
However, it’s too lato now, and here’s
tlio new madam at her tricks alroady.
Look at hor now, a-grabbing that poor
child by tbo scruff of tho neck, and
hnstling him into the kitchen, just be
cause lie went to sleep on the floor.”
“I won’t stand it,” cried the deaoon
Jumping np.
“I'm so glad you’re awake, deacon,”
said Aunt Patty's mild voice. “I've
waitod half an hour for yon to wake
up, and I’m dreadful afraid the tea is
spoiled, standing so long.”
Tho deacon rubbed his eyes and
stared at Aunt Patty, at tlio cozy
table, at tho merry blaziug fire, aud
then at tbo iron tea-kettle.
It hung demurely from its hook ovor
the ruddy blaze, singing in low, sub
dued tones, unlike the boisterous way
in winch it had so recently boon in
dulging.
A weight seomod takon from tlio
deacon’s heart, his spirits rose. He
was not married, afier all!
“Where’s Freddie?” lie asked, as ho
took his sent nt tlio lablo and sipped
liis tea.
“Oil, tho poor child was so hungry
I gavo him his suppor long ago, aud
lie’s gone off' som’ers, I don’t know
where.”
Tho deneon finished his supper with
a good nppeiito and n light heart
The Widow Rubhlo inado quito an
ntiractive appearance in hor wine
colored merino dress, with her black
hair smooth and shining, and her
checks a little, just a liltlo redder than
nature hud made them, hor black eyes
as black as ever.
“Must you go? Do 6(ay longor,”
sho wus saying, pollloly, (o her friend
and crony, Mias Miranda Pock, who
had run in for a half-hour's gossip.
“Oil, dear, no. 1 must go at onco,"
returned tho visitor.
“But I must say,” sho added, as
her hostess accompatiiod iter to tlio
door, “I should think that boy would
bo an objection.”
“Oh, not nt all.” Tho door was
open, now, and tho widow’s voico
was high and shrill. “Freddie is old
enough to be of some assistance now,
and 1 should put him to work ut once.
Ho bus boeu spoiled all his life, I
know, but 1 would soon put a stop to
ull that.”
“Good ovoning, lndlos."
The words proceeded from a tall
form which loomed up in tlio dark
ness, unperceived before.
Botli ladies uttered little shrieks of
surprise.
“Dear mo. Deacon lioliy 1 I did
not soo you in tho dark. Do walk
in.”
Mrs. Rubble gavo hor friend a terri
fied pinch, which tho conscionco
idrickon Miss Peek returned with in
terest.
“Do como in, deacon,” persisted
tho widow, detorminod to bridge mut
ters ovor, if possihlo.
“Not tonight, thanks, Mrs. Rub
ble,” returned tlio deacon, politely,
hut coldly. “My boy, Freddie, bus
run oil', mid I culled to soo if be was
bore.”
“Tho dear child! 110 isn’t hero,
deacon; but come iu, and I will scud
out to look for Idm. lie can’t bo far
away.”
“Oh, I couldn’t think of troubling
you. lie lias probably run ovor to
soo his friend, Miss Dolly Hedges.
I’ll just run over and look him up my
self. Don't let mo detain you, la
dies.”
And the dcucou walkod off.
Dolly’s blue eyes dropped a littlo,
and tlio color deepened on her rounded
cheeks as tlio deaoon entered and dia
coverod Fiedilio sitting in hor lap,
making himself quite at homo, pulling
her curls and her blue ribbon bow.
When, a short timo thereafter,
pretty Dolly Hodges became Mrs.
Deacon I Jolly, the disgusted widow
informed her friend Alias Peek, in
confidence, that it all came of Dolly’s
making so muchof that spoiled young
one.
Unconscious Mrs. Rubble I Sho
nevor suspected tlmt her faio had boon
influenced by what the old iron tea
kettle sang. [New Yoik Weekly.
Harvesting Hay.
Now, it is a wonder somebody
hadn’t thought of this before. Of
wlmt? Why, of harvesting bay just
as grain is harvested. Judgo Davis
lias tried it on bis farm near Mineral
Point. Tho reaper and binder intro
duced into a field of timothy gruss
worked splendidly. The sheaves of
grass curod rapidly in shock, tlio hay
was free from sand ami dirt that is
usually collectod from raking tlio
ground, retained much morn of Us
sweetness, tenderness, and aroma
than if treated by tlio old scattering
and bleaching process, and Judgo
Davis says the hay is not only worth
$2 per ton more than if harvested in
tlio usual way, hut that both exponso
and labor were saved. Now, why
didn’t somebody think of all this
years ago?—[Columbus (Ohio) State
Journal.
No Cause for Fear.
Tourist—lf you saw mo drop down
this horrible precipice, you would bo
terribly upset, would you not?
Guide —Oh I not in tho least; you
have paid me in advance, you knew.
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