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It con- kf tains 64 pages and g. ai is brim full of first- li class short stories, i ; travels, adventures, II! scientific and liter¬ I li ary articles, by dis¬ i\ Hi tinguished foreign 5! and American writ¬ 11 ers ; also entertain¬ ing Juvenile and invaluable House¬ hold Departments Get SAMPLE COPY at NEWS STAND or send 20 cts. to the Publish— d No. 4 A Pile, ers for same with Price $ 3 . 35 . full particulars. $4.75 in value for only $2.50. ICHLICHT 4. HELD 60., IOCHESTER, I* wdilbS l seca-tG Work on ,;>o m no tertrn /tj^ reiiabie: c refully • - for n OCCOA NEWS I VOL. XIV. Sabra’s Invitation . EMMA M. E. GIUN'NEL. [From the American Agncu turist.) Sabra Blasbford, at fifteen, was a well-grown ” girl r * who attended the school attired ... dingy grammar in a brown and white checked gingham J(1< j laced cowhide shoes, which hurt her feet a good deal and her feelings much more. In vain to try to hide them under her short frock— impossi¬ ble to forget them, trudging home from school on a windy night, with her geography clasped across her bosom under her shawl like a cuirass. and bitterness swelling in her heart at sight of rows of buttoned boots and natty jackets going home in front of her. Sometimes the plaid shawl frisked along among the natty jackets, but not often. Oenemllr the ed boots consorted together, and left the cowhide shoes to solitude, or such chance company as they might find. But the girls were all nice to her, Sabra thought. She had a quiet voice, and shy blush and laugh when they said bright, funny things, and she declined chocolate caramels with a discretion lemarable in a girl who was stinted in sweets. She had, too, a determined, clear¬ headed perseverance in interest ex¬ amples, which made her equal to any number of decimal places, and brought a smile of approved to her teacher’s face. This last quality was probably the origin of Sabra s slight influence, and obtained for her such tacit con¬ sideration as she had. Impossible to make fun of the outer adornment of a girl’s head when upon her using its inward equipment in your service de¬ pends your proving a credit to your family in the arithmetic class. But on one particular night Sabra’s feet danced down the long, steep walk, regardless of her heavy shoes. Her heart heat joyfully against her books. Beth Harlow was going to nav« » party ami Sabra was invited. When Beth had first told the girls about the projected party, they had talked it over and over, as the girls will, around a window’ before school called in the morning. As they talk¬ ed, Sabra passed on her way to her seat. “I’m going to ask her to my party,” said Beth. “Oh, good heavens! you’re not go¬ ing to ask that dowdy. Why, she don’t go in our set at all!” cried Carla Balle. “Mamma wants me to. She says we ought to try to make it agreeable for girls like Sabra, who are nice if they are poor.” Florrie Hamlyn, who was Beth’s devoted friend, put her arm up about Beth's neck caressingly and said: “1 think it’s lovely of 3 'ou, Beth.” But Garla remarked on turning away as the bell rang, “Well, v«'U know you d«>n t foal I v want her, and you know she won't feel at ome and will fust tie i poke to ihe resl: and, for j»y part, I don’t think it’s any great ness to ask am >nv» that way.’ Sal vr.i knew nothing of this. She had accer ted Beth’s invitation w-th a few trembling nowkbe words and a radier.t glance, ami ivas p.ir S home to tell her mother. “Mother!” she cried, bursting into the house, “Belli Harlow is going to have a party and I’m invited.” Her mother dropped h**r sew-rg and turned around in her chair to look at her. “You don’t sav, Sabra," she said in a delighted voice. “When is it going to be?” “Friday night. Mother, do you s’ no.se we could make my blue flan- * nei in time?” w We’ll have to,” said her mother, ^ginning to stir about the room wicn a litlte flush in her sheeks. “You bring the cloth right down, " * G t^ll How * to to Devoted to News, Politics, Agriculture and General Progress. TOCCOA, GA., JAN. 14, 1887. make it. Run over and ask Miss Barker if she’ll step over a minute anti bring her last ‘Bazar.' ” You will see by the foregoing that Sabra had cloth for a new dress, a birthday gift from her aunt. Miss Barker came over with her mouth full of pins ami her tape measure around her neck, and before supper time the dress was under way. Then Sabra! had a bright thought. She would braid it. So the seams were run up, j and the next day Sabra began to braid. How she worked ! Sitting i .-lose to the window, she bent over her task with an anxious pucker in l>er forehead and a half-suppressed sniile 011 her lips. But on Wednes- ' J; iy, when she was sitting in her place during whispering recess, Carla Dalle. . coming past, said to her, “Going to ; Beth Harlow’s party ?” Sabra looked up with a quick and pleased affirrna- j live, but she mot a look before her abashed glance fell. "She almost , looked 1 , as if -e she , was mad, , „ said ., Sabra r-, , , to 1 herself, lc Carla passed , mi The as on. next „ day 1 , hair ,, dozen , girls, • , with . , ,1 Carla , a ■ ‘ at . their < heath 1 tolled m past and , each 1 one propounded the same inquiry: ‘‘Go- ing to Beth’s party ?” and when Sabra softly answered that she guessed so, they looked at each other with a cho¬ rus of significant titters. Sabra’s troubled glance turned to Beth, but Beth’s eyes were averted. Not even the new buttoned shoes which her father brought home and displayed that night could make Sabra’s heart quite light. “She’s bound to go,” said a voice behind her the next day. “She’d go if you'd ask her not to.” ‘Well, if she goes I shan’t,’ said Carla’s voice. ‘I wouldn’t be seen at a party with her.” ‘Well, I suppose she’s really a right to go; she was invited just as much as anybody,’ chimed in a third. “What if she was? Beth says her¬ self she only invited her because she wanted to please her mother. Little fool! she knows nobody wants her.’’ With the last words Carla stepped away, and the others followed, leaving Sabra to her own reflections. Poor Sabra! She understood at last. A great weight seemed to fall upon her heart, a lump rose up in her throat and choked her. The in¬ terminable example she was working faded out before her blurred sight, and in its place the pretty spirals and trefoils of the braiding pattern seem¬ ed to dance and waver. But she subdued the tumult in her breast till she was out of school. When she w'ent home the little kitchen was clean and bright with sunshine. Robbie’s axe, as he chopped the kindlings for tnorninjr, was the only sound in the quiet house. Sabra found a scrap of paper aud sat down to write a not*. winch, when she had done, Robbie readily promised to deliver for her, Mrs. Harlow happened to be the front door when Robbia rang. She o] ened it, and so it chanced that the note fell into her hands, and, there eiM n no address upon it, she opened H,u * read it. Deal Beth, it mn, ean 1 00,1,0 TO 2 OU! P art 3’ ^ ecause * know you don’t really want me to. r "> re:l! *“">'• 1 ho P 9 vuu ' U excuse - me for accepting tho invitation at first—S abra Blasiifokd/ Mfto. Harlow read this over several times, snii holding the door VVI} ile i.obbie hurried away. 1 hen she closed the door, aiai, turning awa y, calle>’ up tha stairs: ‘Bet i»! Beth!’ Beth csmerunmn K do.vi>. She was already dressed (or the party in the pr ttiest of pink cashmere gowns, wlfh pink ribbons knotted hero and there and tying back her long uark curis. ‘Read thi9 note, dear.’ Beth took it in and read it in silence. ‘If it hadn't been for that hateful note i things would have been all right, She wau just right about one thing— they didn’t want her at the party and I wish now I’d never asked her. So much for trying to be nice to that sort j ust ^ iere 8 conscience took a part in the conver- sation: ‘B«t were you nice to her, ^ et h? "W ere you nice to her, or did } ou j us ^ patronize her, and make a v * rtue °f to other girls. ‘Is the writer of this note the girl we were talking of, Beth, when your party was first proposed?’ ‘Yes, mamma.’ ‘I want you to tell me exactly what T°" did 10 ra « k « her s,, PP ofed ? tu didn’t really want her to come.’ Beth hung her head, ‘Mamma,’ she said, ‘1 didn’t do anything, really; I never said a word to her about ths , ' ^ n * ^ ir .^« S * n > “ , so, ‘ IB ut the otl ^ r * ,‘ Wha ‘ had the other ‘? itls to do ' v *^ ‘They didn’t want her to come.’ J ‘And so my J daughter n cared more for the opinion r . of her school mates than for her mamma’s?’ ‘1 wanted them to have a good time.’ Beth's voice was very low. ‘Which of the girl’s objected.? Was it Florrie Hamlyn?’ ‘Oh, no! Florrie vvasgladl invited her.’ Who was it ?’ Pressed for a name, Beth answered < ‘Carla Bailed ‘Which do you think would have enjoyed the party most, Carla or Sa¬ bra?’ ‘Why, Carla. Wouldn’t she, mam- ma?’ ‘You told me that at Florrie Ham- lyn’s party Carla was so rude and dis¬ agreeable that she spoiled the pleas¬ ure of the whole evening. Do you think Sabra would behave in that way ?’ ‘Oh, no! mamma. Sabra’s bashful, but she’s real ladylike.’ ‘What does Carla object to in her, then?’ ‘Oh, she’s poor and wears queer looking clothes.’ ‘What does she wear?’ ‘I don’t know what she’d have worn to night, but Sundays she wears an old black alpaca,’ answered Beth, al¬ most desperate under this keen ques¬ tioning. ‘And you would treat her in this rude way simply because of Carla Balle’s dislike to her. when you real¬ ly think her a nice girl, and wanted to be kind to her? Is it because you are prettier, or better, or sweter than Sabra BJashford that you have better gowns than she?’ ‘No, mamma.’ , It is sim] ,i yi theI1) beC ause I hap- pe „ havu , llore money thall Mrs . BUshtord . i> m ashamed of you, 1 Bethj look down i l for to upon a K r ] ] 8uoh R cause a5 that . { would Ilot h , ve believed mv daughter would be guilty of such u thing.’ ‘Mamma, I’m sorry, but I’tn not so bad as you think. I didn’t really look down upon her.’ Her mother paused, and taking her little daughter’s face between her hands looked at it with a fond, sor¬ row ful gaze. T want you to be good, Beth/she said. T want you to learn to be kind—to consider others more | than y ourself—to win love/ When Robbie wxs gone, Sabra went upstairs and sal .town upon her bed. y eav y s<ms shook her frame, her dull glance wnndert*<l about the d;ngv, :ire;<r\ room. 0i«, 1 can t bear it. she vrlt( j, - l oau l bear it ,' and she plun S <.,) headlong into her pillow and cri«d till she could cry no more. She though; of the cowhide shoes, of the <,ni brown gingham, of herself aceept- m- Beiii’s invitation 30 unsuspicious- iy aud dancing hmne to tell her ra \b- er t of her mother’s pis.teure, a . r fathers buy tug those pretty s She thought huff she speculate. NO. 23. the unknown delights of parties. Yes, she was, as Carla said, a little fool, and with sucha sore, sore heart. When she was sitting up again, rubbing her heavy eyes, she heard her mother at the stair door. *Sabra! you there? I’ve been over to Miss Barker’s and got some flowers to wear to-night. Red geraniums and white feverfew. You better dress before sapper. I want your father to see you before you go.’ Sabra thought she should never know a moment more miserable than that. To go down stairs and teli that eager, loving mother, so happy in her pleasure, and that they had only pretended to be nice to her— that they were both careless and cruel. Sabra sat down again to mua ter up courage, and in a moment she heard the hell ring. Then her moth¬ er called her and in an excited whis per said, ‘You’ll have to go to the door. It’s Mrs. Hallow, and the car¬ riage 19 waiting for her at Lite gate.’ Trembling with nervousness, Sabra went down stairs. When she open¬ ed the door the light shone full upon htr face, and the tall, fair lady who stood there stepped in without a word of greeting and took her into a tender embrace. ‘I know, my dear, I know,” she said. When she went away,a few minutes later, she left Sabra’s face bright wi-li smiles and dimple. ‘What did she want?’ asked her mother; as Sabra passed through the kitehen to go up stairs. She’s going to send the carriage for mt, mother.’ said Sabra, with a little lilt of joy : n her voice. ‘Why, Sabra Blaahford !’ said her mother, in great surprise, ‘what a n ’ ce t* 01 ® J’ ou ,v *d have. I always told your father you’d make friends when you got old enough, if we are poor. You must try’ and be a perfect lady.’ Easy to be a perfect lady now, Sabra thought. With now and then a long sigh to remind her of past grief, Sabra dress ed in present bliss. Wonderful to see the boxed toes of the little shoes twinkling in and out beneath the new dre«9 as she went down stairs. •Tliat pleated footing in your neck and sleeves looks as neat a pin, said her mother, as she sat down at the ta- bls.-Seema as if your eyelids were some inSamed. You've been in the wind a good deal. •Well, father, how do you think looks, she added, when Sabra had swallowed a few morsels to prove that she was not at all excited and had a hearty appetite. ‘I think/ returned her father, sur¬ veying her critically, ’that she looks the lad 3 ’. There ma 3 ’ be girls there richer dressed but I hope there’ll be none more modest nor better behaved.’ Sabra ran to her father and gave him some hearty kisses. She felt very keenly at that moment that the had two loving and faithful friends, and she inwardly resolved that, if she could help it, they should never know how near she came, to missing that party. You don’t expect me to tell you stout the wonders of that party! How they played games and danced country dances, Such lovely things to eat, and afterwards paper cornu¬ copias brought in filled with candies, and down in the middle of each some little gift, Sabra’s was a tinny bot¬ tle oi perfume in a blue silk bag. Belli was a very kind and obliging little hostess in a plain black alpaca and Julue sash, an aet of atonement on her part prompted by a desire to set Sabra at ease when she should ap- j. car j n t | 4e we ll-worn alpaca of Sun- day wear . Nor „„ 8bc 6orry for bcr , acti8ce „|, cn 8be greeted her friend i n her strangely new attire, Attention! Headers!! \Ve would call the attention of our readers to the fact that they can get the Toccoa News, and Southern C uItivalor for #2.25 per year, in ad- vauce. LEWIS DAVIS A TTORNEY AT LAW. Toccoa City, Ga. Will practice m the counties of Haber¬ sham ana Kubuu, of the Nortwesteru Circuit, and Franklin and Hanks, of the Western Cir¬ cuit. Protnp attention will be given to all business eutrr.sted to him. The collection of debts will have special attentiou. mum Bunmms *Wll AND DIART FOR ■ Tbe BEST ALMANAC, and a COMPLETE DIART 1 for every day in the year. To be had FREE of all', dealers in medicine, or mailed on receipt of a 2c. po d * afe stamp. Address j VOLINA DRUG AND CHEMIOAL CO. / MO.. U. 8. A. ^ In a Dead Man's Pocket* Stephen Allen Price was a man who was liked and looktd up to buy all who knew him. tie was honest, kind and true, a warm friend and a good neighbor. The boys and girls all liked him because be never forgot that he had been a boy once himself. 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