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EDITED Bt THE BECkIr.iKY~OI TwiT
UAKT COVSTY MitiICVLTUAL (SOCIETY.
Communication# relating to crops or
to fnntting arc. respectfully solicited.
In sending them please address Secre
tary Agricultural Society, Hartwell, Ga.
Newton W. Stephenson of Lincoln
county, made 75 bushels of oats per
acre on 15 acres of bottom land on Sa
vannah River, manured with peas turn
ed under last fall, making on threshing
out 1,125 bushels of fine oats.
During the past week there have been
fine rains at and around Hartwell and
in many portions of the county. The
prospect now is that a fine season and
general rain will pass over the whole
country. The rain comes almost too
late to benefit some crops, especially
upland corn, which in some places is
entirely spent and can produce nothing
of consequence. We heard one or two
farmers say, before the rain, they in
tended to cut their corn and save it for
winter forage, as it could make nothing.
We would suggest when this is done
the land be planted in peas. Peas will
mature yet, and besides being an im
provement to the land a considerable
crop can be gathered, which of itself
is a good substitute, and with a little
care will answer as well as corn. This
season is also favorable for the early
sowiug of turnips, and a large crop
should be planted. When the corn
crop is short the farmer should go
energeticall}' to work to make as many
substitutes as possible, so as to keep
from buying corn during another sea
The wheat crop in this county is re
markable good, and the owners of
threshers say they have done good bus
iness and threshed a large crop. We
will endeavor in a few weeks to give
the statistics of the wheat crop of this
county as compared with last year.
From the papers we see that there has
been a large wheat crop harvested all
over the Western .States, and in fact
over the United States generally. The
crop in England and Europe has been
short, and in many parts a partial fail
ure. and consequently there is now
from over the water a great demand
for American wheat. We infer from
this that the price of our wheat will be
kept up ami will go still higher. This
is unfortunate to the bayer, but to the
farmer who has wheat to sell our advice
is to hold on to it, as it will command
a much better price before long.
CONSOLIDATED CROP REPORT.
We are in receipt of Dr. Janes’ con
solidated crop report of Georgia for
the month of June. These reports are
full of interest, and contain valuable
information to the farmer. We hope
the time is not far distant when they
will be distributed gratuitously to every
farmer of Hart county. A good many
copies are now distributed in the
county, but we do not entirely approve
of the mode of distribution. We will
try to get them regularly every month
for any farmer who will give 11s his
name and address. We make the fol
lowing extracts from the report for
Corn.-— The condition of the corn
crop in Georgia on the Ist of July, as
shown by the detailed reports from the
several counties, was far from promis
ing. In some localities a fair yield
was already assured; while in some
others a good yield was still dependent
on favorable seasons. But, throughout
the larger portion of the State —in the
aggregate —the crop has been seriously
injured by excessive drought and other
casualties, and in some localities there
will be almost a total failure.
Cotton. —Since the last monthly re
port, the cotton prospect has fallen
from 95 to 92.6, but with this (inference
in the circumstances : The Ist of July
found the crop in the midst ot a
drought, which had seriously injured
the corn, but had not, at that time, ma
terially affected the cotton. At this
writing, the crop, in many places, must
have suffered seriously by the drought,
which still prevails.
The blooming of cotton is a fair in
dication of the forwardness of the crop.
The average date of the first blooms is
ten days later than last year, in the
State at large—occurring later in every
section, except North Georgia, in whicli
the date was the same as last year. In
1878, the average date of first blooms
was June 4 ; in 1879 it was June 14.
The condition of the crop as com
pared with same date last year, was
89.4 on Ist of July, or 10.6 per cent,
Oats and Wheat.—The small grain
harvest of 1879 was remarkable in sev
eral respects : Ist, The superior quali
ty of the grain, especially of wheat;
*2d, total exemption from rust; 3d, the
greatly increased average yield per
acre, and 4th, the great number of in
stances of very large yields per acre,
both of wheat and oats. It appears
that the average yield of wheat in the
State was 8.9 bushels per acre, against
6.6 bushels last year and 10.5 in 1877.
While it is unquestionably true that
the production of wheat is peculiarly
influenced by meteorological conditions
(which are not fully understood) and
that the past season was an exception
ally good one, it is vet evident that
farmers are making decided progress
in the cultivation of this cereal. Some
measures of the success of the past
crop must be attributed to the greater
The Hartwell Sun.
By BENSON & McGILL.
VOL. Ill—NO. 47.
care in preparation, more liberal ma
nuring and the selection of varieties
better adapted to our climate.
The General Outlook.—lu view
of the probable failure of the corn crop
in many sections of the State, the out
look is somewhat gloomy. But with
proper economy in the use of present
supplies, by utilizing all the resources
of summer and fall crops, and sowing
early and largely of small grain, the
apprehended scarcity of next spring
may be anticipated, and, in great meas
ure, if not fully, met.
It is not too late to sow peas in
drills for forage, and farmers should
avail themselves of seasons, to put in
large areas for this purpose. Peavine
hay, though somewhat difficult to cure
properly, is highly nutritious. Rich
lots near the farm-house or lot should
be sown in barley or rye in August,
and will furnish large quantities of
We must rely chiefly on oats to sup
plement the short corn crop next spring,
and farmers are advised to sow early
and fertilize well, that the crop may be
secured against winter freezing and be
available as early as possible next
If August and September shall prove
seasonable, as they probably will, sow
ings of cat-tail millet and German mil
let tr.ay still be made for soiling pur
poses. The drafts on the corn crib and
fodder-house should be relieved, as far
as practicable, by pasturing and soiling
the mules and horses. Where the corn
has failed to produce ears, the stalks,
blades and all, should be cut and cured
for forage. By prudent foresight and
prompt action, much may be done in
the way of supplementing short corn
crops, and providing against the ruinous
expedient of relying on the West for
“ I don’t belong to you yet, Mr.
Ilerne, and you shall not select my ac
Bessie Ware’s black eyes flashed
very wickedly as she added :
“ I cannot allow you to dictate to
“ I don't wish to dictate to you, Bes
sie, but Warren Mann is not a fit asso
ciate for you, and if you value my
opinion, you will forbid his visits, lie
is a gambler, and—”
“ You needn’t enumerate his faults,
lie is a nice fellow, and I will go with
him when I choose,” cried Bessie, get
ting angrier ever moment.
“ I never thought you were a flirt,
Bessie, or that you would have trifled
with me as you have done. I am
“ You needn't be sorry, Mr. Herne.
We are not suited to each other, and 1
am glad we have found it out in time.
You are jealous and exacting.
“ And you are a heartless coquette,"
cried Tom, getting angry in turn. “ I
once hoped to be all to you, but that
hope is past. May Mr. Mann be more
fortunate than I. “ Good-bye !
And with these words lie left the
“ Oh. what have I done ?” cried poor,
willful Bessie, sinking on the floor and
sobbing as if her heart would break.
She was aroused by a hand placed
on her shoulder, and, looking up, she
saw the smiling face of Floy Hayden,
who, seeing the flushed face and tear
stained cheeks, exclaimed :
“ What is the matter with you,
“ Oh, Floy, I have driven him away,
and he will never come back, and I
love him so much,” said Bessie, throw
ing herself in her friend's arms.
"Who's gone ? Who will never
come back ? a9kcd Floy, slightly be
wildered at such an outburst from one
who was usually gay and happy.
"Tom,” said Bessie. "And it was
all my fault.”
“Oh !” said Floy, beginning to un
derstand. “ There, darling, don’t cry ;
tell me all about it,” she said sooth
Bessie managed to tell her story to
her friend, who said :
“ It may not be so bad as you think,
dear; lie Will be back in the morning
to beg forgiveness; he is as sorry as
Bessie was comforted by this, al
though she passed a sleepless night.
Morning came, then evening, but no
Thomas Ilerne. Mr. Warren Mann
came, though, and made himself as
fascinating as possible. But he found
Bessie listless, and the very opposite
of the bright talkative girl of the even
ing before! He had never appeared to
her so shallow as he did that night, or
his conversation so nonsensical and
“By the way, have you heard the
news. Miss Bessie ?” he asked.
“ No,” said Bessie.
“ About Mr. Herne!”
“ What of him ?” said Bessie, be
coming very much interested.
“ Oh, nothing, only he is going
abroad; and, from what I hear, he
never intends to come back. Very
suddeD, isn’t it? Heavens! are you
HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDIY JULY 23. 1879.
1 ill. Miss Bessie ?” he asked, as her face
grew deathly pale, and she looked as
| if she was going to swoon,”
'• Nothing," she answered, recovering
her self-control by a great effort.
It would never do for Warren Mann
to know how much Tom’s departure
affected her, and she commenced talk
ing of something else, striving to ap
pear indifferent, though it was hard
work to keep back the tears. Soon
after her visitor took his leave, and
Bessie gave vent to her feelings. In a
moment of anger she had driven the
man she almost worshipped from her,
and for the sake of one who hadn’t
three ideas in his head. After a time
she went to her room but not to sleep.
“ He will find someone else to love,
and forget me," she said to herself, and
the thought was almost maddening.
Meanwhile, while Thomas Herne was
sitting in his room with his friend and
chum Charley Graham, he was moody
and sullen, and Charley, noticing his
dejected look, said :
•• What's troubling yon, old fellow ?
You look as if you were under sen
tence. Have you and Bessie been
“ Yes,” growled Tom.
“What was it about asked Charley.
“ 1 asked her to cease walking and
dancing with that confounded Mann,
and she said she would dance with
whom she pleased; that I shouldn't
dictate to her, aud that we were not
suited to each other, and broke her en
gagement. I am going abroad or some
where ; I can’t stay here and see her
the wife of that fellow.'’
“ Tom,” said Charley you’re a fool.
You know Bessie Ware loves you. and
yet you turned jealous and made an
idiot of yourself. You deserve to be
horsewhipped. As for going abroad,
you will do no such thing; you will
stay here and go to Beqpie in the morn
ing and become reconciled to her.”
“ I won’t” cried Tom.
“ Yes, j'ou will. You have made her
ery her pretty eyes nearly out.”
“ That wili do, Charley,” said Tom.
“ Will it ? Then go to bed, and sleep
if you can, after behaving in such an
“ I will go just to get rid of you,”
And then he tumbled into bed in a
bad humor with himself and everybody.
All through the long night he lay think
ing of his lost Bessie, as he called her.
When morning came he arose, looking
worn and haggard. He had made up
his mind to go somewhere —anywhere
to get away from the place where he
had been so happy, but which now held
no one who cared for him. He thought
of Bessie's charming ways and sweet
face, and it seemed to him that he loved
her all the more because he had lost
her. He took up a book, but before he
had read half a page, he found himself
speculating as to how soon the mar
riage would take place. He opened
his trunk, and the first thing that met
his eyes was a small gold locket. In
it was portrayed the face of Bessie.
He gazed at it for a long while, and
then, with a sigh, he threw it down and
left the house, lie walked on, not
caring where he went, and soon found
himself in a small grove of trees and
bushes, thickly covered in places by
climbing vines. In one of these
places he sat down on a rustic scat to
think. He now remembered that this
was one of Bessie’s favorite retreats, it
being on her father’s place. He had
not been there long when he heard
voices, and, not wishing to be observ
ed. he drew back out of sight in the
bushes. He knew whose voices they
were. The speakers came up close to
where he was, and he heard Warren
“ So you will not marry me, Miss
Ware. May I ask your reason ?”
“I do not love j - ou, Mr. Mann. I
have no other feeling for you than that
“ You love another, then!” said
And as Bessie made no answer, he
turned and left the grove. Bessie sat
still after he had gone, and Tom was
near enough to see that she was un
happy. While he watched her he saw
tears roll down her cheeks, and he
heard her murmur something in which
his own name was mentioned. He
crept nearer, and she was saying:
“ Oh, Tom! Come back—l love
Toni could control himself no longer,
and going nearer he called, softly ;
She sprang to her feet at the sound
of the voice of one she loved so well,
and Tom clasped her to his breast and
kissed her passionately.
“I thought I had lost you, darling,”
was all she could say as she hid her
face on his bosom and wept for joy.
“ When are you going abroad, Tom?”
said Charley Graham, some time after
as they met in the street.
“ Never,” answered Tom, laughing.
Bessie and Tom were married, and
on the same day Mr. Warren Mann
was arrested for robbery. Now there
is no happier couple to be found than
Tom and Bessie Herne.
Devoted to Hart County.
Daugers of the Bar-Itooin.
“ A parent” writes as follows to the
Baltimore American, that her own three
boys will see it, and that it may be the
means of warning others of the dan
gers of the bar-room :
Young man ! lias not your eye been
frequently attracted to a sign, having
the following ominous word on it—
Avoid the place ; it is no misnomer.
The experience of thousands have
proved it to be
A Bar to Respectability ;
A Bar to Honor ;
A Bar to Happiness ;
A Bar to Domestic Felicity ;
A Bar to Heaven.
Every day proves it to be
The road to Degradation;
The road to Vice ;
The road to the Gambler’s Ilell;
The road to the Brothel;
The road to Poverty ;
The road to Wretchedness ;
The road to Want;
The road to Robbery;
The road to Murder ;
The road to Prison ;
The road to the Gallows ;
The road to the Drunkard’s Grave ;
The road to Hell.
Some, it is true, do not pass through
all these stages; but intemperance,
persisted in, always ends in the drunk
ard’s grave, and, we have too much
reason to fear, in hell. The bar-room
The curse of the drunkard’s wife ;
The curse of the drunkard’s child ;
The curse of the drunkard’s home.
Those only who have known the bit
terness of being a drunkard’s wife or
child, can know the misery and the
horror of a drunkard’s home.
Young man ! before you enter the
bar-room, stop ! Ponder the paths of
your feet, ere it be forever too late !
Man of family ! flee the bar-room, as
you would in honor fulfill the pledge of
love made to her who is the companion
of your joys and of your sorrows.
At noon on the 14th of July, one Jno.
McDonald appeared at the South Side i
police station at Milwaukee, Wisconsin,
and gave the particulars of a romantic
suicide, witnessed by him, in Menomo
nee river, near the national military asy-,
lum. He stated that, while wandering
along the bank of the river, he encoun
tered an aged GerFnau couple sitting in
the shade of a clump of willows, and
asked them if there was not a ford near
by. Answer was made by the woman,
which he did not understand, aud there- j
fore passed on. Returning a little later
by the same route, he saw the old man
and his wife crawl down the hank and
wade into the stream. When he arriv-.
ed opposite the spot he was surprised to
find them locked in each others’ arms,!
deliberately drowning. Themau’shead
was resting upon the bosom of the wife
submerged, while her head was only
a trifle above the surface. They hug
ged each other closely. McDonald says
he watched them for a few minutes too
badly frightened to render assistance,
and when satisfied they were beyond res
cue, gave the alarm. Late that after
noon the story was verified. The bodies
were recovered, clasped in death’s em
brace, aud taken to the morgue, where j
they awaited identification. Thecouple
were in very poor circumstances, as their
clothing plainly indicated. They had
evidently tired of life, and determined
to quit this world together. The woman
appears to have been about fifty aud the
man perhaps sixty years of age.
WHAT BEAmU M\F.NIX Hi ll UVM
Wi*t waken h lady's h*d
Fe lu*avv a* a lump of* load ?
*WT|at makes her noae's tip no red ?
TiL r ht lacing.
makes her cheek bum like a coal,
lit an cold a* Arctic txde i
W ‘ L cramps her body And her soul f
gf Tight lacing.
What makes her t. "•!" dort aud sliarp f
AVI • causes Tier to fret and nup,
Al>ou the (Host ills to harp f
What checks her proper circulation,
An 1 dulls her ordinate sensation f
What hllghtod bulioft Weed* tor the nation ?
What makes her waist a wasp-like thing,
And gives her tongue a waspish siing f
What balks her when high notes she'd sing 1
What is it with its vice like squeeze,
Destroys its fated victim's ease f
And brings her doctors countless fees f
What is it makes her gnfy for breath,
Aud—so stern modern scienee saith—
Dooms her too oft to un early death t
What brings a “ corn unon her heart,"
And makes her—spoiled by cruel art—
Uniit to play the mother's part?
What tortures her into a shape
Which ” ruts her liver ” past escape.
Aud which at most makes “ gommeux " gape f
What beauty’s lines in her destroys,
And fashion s powerful aid employs
To crush from out her life her Joys t
What ages her before her time,
Aud makes her feeble ere her prime f
What tempts to a self suffering crime ?
quite ignoring Nature's farts,
He* waist so cruelly contracts,
That each inch saved fresh pain exacts ?
And what bad fashion of the day
In it t hat ladies now should sav
They’ll spurn without an hour's delay ?
81.50 Per Annum.
WHOLE NO. 151.
Fori I Yaynt t lnd .) Sentinel.
A mau wandered down Calhoun street
Inst night, and approaching Ivey's gro
cery store asked of the proprietor :
’•yo got some greens,don’t it?”
‘*G(sens? Yes sir.”
I "Yougot rooting bakers?"
“Rutagubas? Yes, sir, how many
will you have?”
“Got some leetle red plates, mitgreen
" Red plates with green tops? Well,
no, sir. I suppose you may find them
at the china store up town."
“ Don't got no little red plates ? guess
it was better of you got some; guess
you was a liar. Vioh you call dose?”
“ Those? why those are radishes.”
,l Red dishes—dot’s vat I said. Say,
maybe I got some letters of you to-inor
row. You got it?”
“ Letters? There arc no letters here
fir you ; you must inquire at the post
Aukwire mit de Lost office for let
ters? Dose was a fine skeems. I vas
up town and veut auf a bake shop and
vnnt some bums, and de man said ;
‘ Get out, you olt bum, or I’ll fire you
troo de door.’ ’’
“ You should have said * buns,’ lie
“Bums? Dot’s vot I said—bunts;
and den I comes and vant some red
dishes, und you tell ine to go auf to a
china store; I vant some letters to eat
und you say go mit de host office. I
ogspect off I vant some beets you tole
me to go to de station house. I tell you
vot I do—you can go to de tyful. Of
you vns a nice man, I vant some injtilts
un cowcumpcrs, und blendy dings, but
I guess I go to de drug store und buy a
brick und beddles rat pizen.”
A I’riuce in flic Kitchen.
They are telling a good story in court
circles of Prince Peter of Oldenburg,
chief of the Russian College for Girls.
At the SntolingConvent, which is under
his jurisdiction, eight hundred girls arc
educated, and he had received anony
mously and otherwise several complaints
about the food, which was pronounced
“I will see to this myself," said the
Prince, and and one day, a few minutes
before the dinner hour, he presented
hintself at the end of the passage leading
from the kitchen to the dining saloon.
Here he met two soldiers carrying a cal
dron steaming hot.
The men obeyed.
“Put down that kettle.”
The kettle was at once deposited on
“ Fetch a spoon.”
Here Russian discipline wavered. One
of the men had the audacity to begin to
“S’death!” exclaimed the Prince;
“ hold your tongue —fetch me a spoon.”
“But,” stammered the soldier.
“Another word aud I place you un
The spoon was brought. The Prince
dipped it in the caldron and swallowed
a quantity of the liquid.
“ I thought so,” he said. “Do you
call this soup? Why it is dirty water.”
“It is your highuess,” answere 1 the
soldier who had been threatened with
arrest; “ we have been cleaning out the
Didn’t Say Anything to Him.
Extract from a woman’s testimony in
the trial of her husband for abusing her:
“He struck me in the fiice. I didn’t
say anything to him, hut gave him a
good talking and jawing.”
The attorney scratched his chin a mo
ment, and asked the woman if she would
please repeat her statement.
“ I say, he struck me. I didn’t say
anything to him, but I gave him a good
Again the attorney scratched his chin,
hut finally told the woman to go on and
tell what else happened.
“ The same afternoon he struck me
again. I can stand a great deal, and I
didn’t say a word to him, but I gave]iim
a good talking to.”
The attorney thought long and deep
ly, and then asked :
“ Did he strike you a third time?”
“ Yes, sir, he did.”
“Did you say anything to him?”
“ No, sir.”
“ Not a word?”
“ Not a word.”
" But perhaps you gave him a good
talking and jawing to?”
“ You can just bet your life I did.”
The attorney began to scratch his
chin again, but the judge dismissed the
A woman at Hill, N. H., received a
visit from her sister last week, it being
the first time the two had met in sixteen
years, although living within four miles
of each other. They did not recoguize
On Saturday, the 12th inst., the ther
mometer in Charleston, S. C., stood at
111 degrees, and there were forty sun
strokes, fifteen of which resulted fatally.
A CATE OF DARKNESS.
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|>lorl|t F. |M'il I (lon.
Nashville, July 15.—News reached
this eity a few days ago of the discovery
of anew cave at Newsom’s station, 17
miles out on the Northwestern railroad.
Many were inclined to doubt the truth
of the report aud the wonderful accounts
of the interior. Yesterday with four of
the neighboring furnters, a newspaper
representative made a visit to the cave
and n lengthy exploration. It is übout
a mile up the road from Newsom’s on
the farm of a Mr. Hutton. The en
trance opens on a rough country road,
running around the foot of tut immense
hill four or five hundred feet high. The
ojiening is about four feet by two, and is
til most covered by a large bowlder. Two
men going along the road noticed the
hole, and through curiosity enlarged it
sufficiently to admit of passage and ex
plored the cave some distance. They
reported their find at the station, and in
a day or two parties for miles around
came to seethe wonder.
To-day the exploration was made un
der most favorAhic auspices. Preparing
themselves with lanterns, candles and
ropes, the party of five started on the
expedition. For seventy-five yards the
passage was so small that they had to
crawl on'ull-fours. Then it grew larger,
widening into large chambers, the roof's
of which could not be seen nor struck
with rocks thrown upward. All along
the sides were beautiful formations, white
j and sparkling in the dim light. A mile
front the entrance there was a fork in
the passage, one branch leading north
and the other south. Selecting the
northern route first, the party proceeded
something over n mile, when they came
to what seemed to be the end. All
along walking was easy, and no idea
could be formed as to how high the roof
was in places. Retracing their stops,
they next took the southern passage. A
mile from the fork it also widened into
two branches. Taking the right-hand
branch, the explorers advanced some
distance, coming at last to a largo lake
of the coldest and sweetest water. No
attempt was made to proceed beyond
this, hut going back they started on the
left branch, which they explored nearly
a mile without finding any prospect of
an cud. The further they advanced in
the wider and larger was the passage,
and the more frequent the chambers.
The finest formation of stalacities was
found in the utmost profusion. Several
specimens were broken off and brought
to the city. The rooms were immense In
size, and weird in outline, fantastic for
- -i' I.AIM 0 r.~~ *1- -
and along the walls. Frequently run
ning streams of water were crossed, re
markable for their almost more than icy
coldness. This was the third party who
had gone any distance into the cave, and
all who had been to the Mammoth cave
declare that this wonder rivaled it.
Konte two hundred yards tip the road
there is another cave, discovered during
the war. It has a large entrance, and
consists of one large chamber several
hundred feet long and a hundred feet or
more high. At the end is a well, the
bottom of which has never beccn touch
ed. A party in the new cave the other
day heard noises I ike a striking of stones,
and it is supposed front this fact that
the two caves ureconnected. Other ex
plorations will be made in a few days.
The proprietor promises to commence
immediately enlarging the entrance and
passages. The location is ti beautiful
one, liigli up on u hill overlooking the
Harnetli river and valley. The discov
ery has created great interest in Nash
Bee In a Man’s Ear
York ( I’a .) VMy.
We frequently hear of lines creeping
into the ears of people, which is gener
ally attended with great danger and
considerable pain. A case of this kind
was reported to 11s last week. A bee
entered one of the ears of David Lie
benkneeht, of Lower Windsor township
and although it would occasionally work
its way out so far as to be seen, all
methods adopted to eject it from its
hiding place proved unavailing; final
ly smoking a cigar was proposed, and
by closing the nose and forcing the
smoke down the throat into the eusta
chian tubes that connect with the head,
it had the desired effect to drive the
troublesome insect out, and thus re
lieved Mr. Liebenknecht from any fur
ther trouble. This is a very simple and
Once upon a time, the mule, without
having received an invitation, attended
a convention of animals that was call
ed for the purpose of discussing the
best methods of family government.
" What do you know about all this ?”
asked the president, tauntingly ; " have
you ever raised any children ?” The
“ Ah, no,” she said, “ I have never
raised anything but fall grown men;
but land of tiie pilgrims you should
have seen how 1 raised them; you
should see me raise a 250 pounder.”
Upon a rising vote the mule was im
mediately elected Financial Secretary,
with power to send for persons and
Wishing to pay his friend a compli
ment, a gentleman remarked : ‘ I hear
you have a very industrious wife. ‘ \es,
she’s never idle; shes always finding
something for me to do,” replied the
friend, with a melancholy smile.