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The Hartwell Sun.
VOL. XII., NO. 31.
The Bobos in the Wood
Uy Patience Stapleton.
He was a little pauper boy being re
turned to the State that mast maintain
him. He sat very quiet in his seat,
thinking of his grandmother, who had
died in the little village that was send
ing him away. He thought of her
srave on the hillside burying ground,
where wild roses and raspberry bushes 1
clung about the stones ; where the bees
hummed in the sunshine, the birds sang
in the maples, and the long grass in the
soft summer breeze blew across the
graves like palls. He remembered a
horny-handed farmer, who had passed
him on his sad journey to the depot wi h
one of tiie selectmen of the town, and
the farmer had patted his head, saying
kindly, “Take this five cents, bub ; keep )
it and you’ll never want, money for
you'll alius have it.” He pondered
over this arithmetical problem until his
brain was tired. When he drank from
the rusty tin cup he thought of the
rollicking brown brook that ran through
the village, and wondered if the chit-1
dren playing on its banks would re
member him.
No one tried to talk to him for he
was such a small, quiet child be was
not noticed. No one saw the pathetic |
little face grow pale or the shadows '
come in his bright dark eyes. He j
dreamed the second night of his journey !
that with his grandmother he was walk
ing on-a long bridge and a great steam
ship breathing dense, black smoke came
crashing down upon them. He awoke
with a little cry and found himself
lying on the ground under the stars, j
There had been au accident to the train '
and some kind man had lifted the un- 1
conscious child out of a window. A ;
light flashc 1 close to his face.
‘•J'.’s the .’'tile chan shionetl tc JV’c J
cousin, said a brakeman hoi ling lus
li«dit lower, “he is dead I think and
better off no doubt, poor little fellow.’
After a long blank the child came 1
back to life with those words ringing
in his ears, “Dead and better off.
There were thick woods near, and close
to him wounded people lying on blank
ets. Afar off was a lurid light where
one of the wrecked cars was burning.
He wondered what had happened ; in
terror he staggerci to his feet and with
the blind instinct of a sleep walker
stumbled into the forest. When the
wounded people were carried away he
was forgotten. He was all alone in the
world, there was no one to miss hitn.
In a cool, grass}- hollow bidden by
tall green ferns he slept until late the
next day. He wondered then if he
were dead, he seemed deserted by every
one. and he had no idea how he came
into the woods. He saw his little basket
near him, noted his clothes were burned
and dusty. He listened and the rip
ple of a brook came to him. He wont ;
to it and bathed bis Lead and the
wound in his forehead that began to
smart. There was a little nwtle in the
alder brushes, and there across the I
brook, looking at him with beaming
face, was a little, golden-haired child. ,
Her blue eyes were red with tears, her
pretty white gown dirty and torn, her
blue sash trailing on the ground.
“Harry, my Harry,” she cried, |
stretching out her little arm-, “come
wet baby, baby never wun off no more.”
He went across the brook carrying j
his basket. She was very hungry and
his generous heart rejoiced that he had
eate°i little all the journey and had
clung tight to his basket through bis
trials. From her confused talk he
learned she had been lost in the woods
the day before and slept all night at'
the foot of a tree. She saw he was not'
Harry, but stroked his face with her
’ loving hand, saying : Ou hnrted, poor
other Harry ? Mamma make ou well.”
His scuses coming to him with this new
charge, be took Iter by the baud and
set out to find somebody.
He was not afraid in the woods, for
i he and his grandmother had slept many
a night under the stars. Towards dark
he saw ou a side path a pair of shining
eyes, round globes of fire. He was
carrying the child, and he kept bravely
on, saying the prayer his grandmother
had taught him. The luminous eyes
disappeared quitkly, and he knew it
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was only a harmless little fox. W hen
he could go no farther he laid the child
down, covering her with his jacket, and
watched until he fell asleep by her side.
So quaint and pretty a pair might
have been those two sweet babes left in
Ufie depths of a-forest by a cruel uncle,
and after weary wandering, finding a
serene sleep, aud a leafy shroud brought,
by “the minor poets of the air,” the
little woodland birds.
In the afternoon his basket was
empty, but he gathered the dead ripe
raspberries and the shining blackberries
under their sheltering vines. They
passed some cows that day, mild, sol
emu creatures, who looked at them •
cuiiouslj’ but did not stir, though one I
one little calf ran in terror, making the 1
baby laugh merrily. They came to a
deserted log hut that night where the
I men in a deserted sugar camp had
lived, and here he made the child abed
of fir boughs. They were hungry and j
thirsty. The brooks were dry in the !
depths of the forest, the only water the
[spring away back by the ferns. The '
grass was dead and sere, the flowers'
wilted and withered. The air was close
and hot and the boy, whose arms were
weary carrj ing his littlejcharge, stood in
the open door of the hut looking at the
velvet blackness of the sky, where, like
[ diamonds, a few stars peeped out over
the tree tops. Suddenly along the
road by the hut he beard
the SsouiM of galloping hoofs. Then
dashing by like a whirlwind, ran a herd
of terrified cattle. He could hear their
hoarse patfting, see their black forms.
He clasped bis hands, was it wolves
that frightened them ? He listened
Into the quiet of the night there sound
ed a curious snapping and crackling,
then a roar like the breaking of a mon
etrous wave on a rocky shore. Up,
far above tree tops, leaped a great red
’'■■■ri"e wnthcu ‘nnu
bowed and Hung themselves under the
hot breath, green leaves withered and
dropped under the fire frost, skeleton |
branches waved up and down like the
shrivelled arms of beseeching beldames, I
the pines shot needles of fire and the
trees blossomed into marvelous flowers
of flame.
The child Iwokcd but an instant, then
he ran in, lifted the crying baby on his
back and hurried down the old road.
A pungent smoke, the breath of the
evergreens, the life of mighty oaks,
filled the air, blinding and stifling him.
He tried to run faster, but the child’s
weight dragged him back. Fiery cin
ders flew past him—heralds of the suf
fering, and death so near —blown by
the hot wind that fanned his pallid
cheek. All around tLe flames crept in
a narrowing circle. In his awful need
I he never thought of deserting the baby
in his care. When the fiery blast came [
closer he took her in his arms and stag
gered on. It was quite light uow, with
an awful vividness.
Hark ! Above the roar of the fire
king, the crash of falling trees, the
crackling of branches and leaves, there
was another sound. The steady thud
of galloping hoofs. Another stam
peded herd of cattle were as frightful
as the fire. The boy listened in piteous
fear. Ont of the forest path that met
Lhe old road near *ig pine, now writh
ing its majestic bight under the hot
blast, came a big white horse and a
rider with bowed head buried in bis
cloak. Mercifully be heard the cry for
help aud drew up his mad steed beneath
the rain of fire falling all about them.
“Take her, shouted the boy, “I kin
run alone all right.”
The man did not speak. With a
• mighty movement he stooped and
1 swung the children on the saddle be
hind him. “Hold for your life,” be
shouted hoarsely, and as the mare leap
ed the old pine burst into a great tower
of flame, like a giant octopus reaching
fiery arms after them.
The fire king might fly with mighty
wings, leap in fantastic, swift bounds,
overcoming time and space, but it could
not gain on Joel Waite’s white mare
known all the country round. Ou she
galloped, straight as a die, strong of
sinew, deep of chest, tireless, enduring,
guided by a firm, wise band.
, At last in the crescent es fire there
lay before them a high bank, where,
HARTWELL. GA., MAY 11, 1888.
four feet below, a river rippled in noisy
shallows. A silver stream in the sun
light, but now in the conflagration a
river of blood. The rider flung out his
left arm and held the children, close,
and with his right steadied the rearing
inare, There was one breathless mo
ment, a qnick leap, a splash in tlurcool
water, a slip on the muddy bottom, a
quick recovery to the shining sand, and
I a steady push ahead. The steam rif
fled over their scorched clothing and
blistered flesh. Behind them the trees,
giants’ torches, flamed resinous smoko
au 1 lurid light, while the naked
branches of the oaks and maples flung
out. great red bars, the work of a fright
ful caster; the molten metal of misery
ami death to the forest. Coals and
cha’-red timber <|gfe<u,'dipml hissed in
the stream like poWmotis serpyits dis- i
appearing to their foul dens, and the
fire king, baffled by its only conqueror,
died thereon the river bank.
In the channel for one moment the
brave mare swain with her heavy loud,
then her hoofs rested on the sandy
beach, the sedgy shore, the soft turf of
meadow.
The child, still clinging to the baby
girl, sank again ito a curious trance.
“See,” cried the hostler, “the grip
lie's got on the little ’un. Oh, Mr.
Waite, you thought you was savin’
strange children, but here’s little Nelly
found nfter all by this poor jthild.”
“A >u saved my life, old mare,” said
the r, aster, patting the drooping head ;
he. knelt by the children. The waif
heard a woman scream and saw through
the mists a flying figure lift the child
from his arms. He was glad there was
some one to love her, some one who
will thank him for saving her life. He
smiled a pitiful, happy smile and drift
ed awsy.
Bj slow degrees he come back to life
woman wiiu’eaitc-u non • my o»j u<>”,
and one day he sees a fair-haiicd boy
looking at him with admiring eyes,
“I am Harry,” says the boy, stretch
ing out a chubby band to take the
wail’s trembling fingers, “shake. Aou
are getting well ami are to be my bro
ther now. A’ou saved my little sister.
We lost her in the woods, nurse and
me, and everybody has been looking
fur her. My father says yon are a
brave boy, and if you like you can live
here always, with mother for your mo
ther and the rest of us relations.”
The sick boy smiled happily, and,
with his hand in that friendly one, fell
into a healthful slumber that meant
recovery.
That bit of drift in the river of life
had found a happy and secure harbor.
Yet he deserved it, that little pauper
boy with the soul of a hero. —Detroit
Free Press.
•
Paddy Remained Serene.
Superintendent Cudahy, of the Ar
mour Tacking Company, tells a good
story on himself. Cudahy manages
to keep a pretty close watch on all
that is going on in that pig shop, and
frequently makes a tour of inspection
throughout the yards. One afternoon,
after everybody was supposed to be at
work, Cudahy came upon an Irishman
sitting down and contentedly smoking
his black pipe.
“What’s the matter with you ?” in
quired the supcrientendent.
“Nothing’s de matter wid me.”
“What are you doing here ?”
“Oh, havin’ a quiet little smoke.”
“Are you working for anybody ?”
“A’is; I’m workin’ for Mr. Armour. ’
“Well, do you know who I am ?”
“Faith and I do not.”
“Well, I’m the superintendent of
this packing house.”
“Oh, air ye? Well, it’s a nice, phat
I job ye be bavin,” replied the workman,
puffing coolly at his pipe; “es I was
you I’d be after takin’ good care of it.
It’s a foinc day, Mr. Superintendent.’
The man’s cool effrontery saved liis
head, and he is still working for Ar
mour <S» Co.
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TUe Incubator Hatched Chicken.
Backward, turn backward, oh time
in your flight;
Make me an egg again smooth, clean
and white.
I'm homesick and lonely, and life's
but a dream,
I'm a chicken that was born in a
hatching machine.
Compelled in this cold world sadly
to roam—
No mother to teach me, no place to
call home.
No mother to teach me to scratch or
to cluck,
I hardly can tell whether I'm a chick
en or duck.
My brothers and sisters have all
gone astray :
If a pullet I prove, I II loaf around
all day,
And never a bit of an egg will I lay.
S'> backward, turn backward yet
once more, I beg,
Reverse the new process—turn me
back to an egg.
—C., in I’uultry Yard.
• ■
Household Hints.
To extinguish flames of kerosene,
use flour profusely.
Tissue or printing paper is the best
thing for polishing glass or tinware.
To drive away ants, place a small
piece of sulphur in the cupboard or
drawer.
Egg shells crushed and shaken in
a glass bottle half filled with water,
will clean it quickly.
When eggs are scarce cornstarch is a
good substitute; one tablespoon of the
starch is equal to one egg.
Grained woods should be washed in
cold tea. and then, after being wiped
dry, rubbed with linseed oil.
In boiling meat for soup use cohl
water to extract the. mieps mid if »bn
boiling water.
To beat the whites of eggs quickly
put in a small pinch of salt; do not
have one particle of the yolks with the
whites, or they will not fiolh nicely.
Tough beef is made tender by lay
ing a few minutes in vinegar water, or
put a spoonful of vinegar into the
water in which fowls or meats arc boil
ing and it will make them lender.
A Witty Reply.
Capt. W. 11. Wells, of the Georgia
Southern ami Florida railroad, tells this
as an actual fact: Quito a number of
white men, some of them tramps from
the North, have been grading on the line
of the road. The other day a party of
visitors were looking at the men at work,
and an Irishman in particular attracted
their attention. He was picking away
through the bard clay, sweating and
puffing when one of the visitors re
marked :
“Pat, you fiid it pretty hard, den't
you ?”
“Begcrra, sorr, I’ve struck the solid
South."
.
In 888 the church of England
leased to the crown a piece of land for
DOO years, on what is termed a perpet
ual lease.” The lime has expired
and now the property reverts to the
church. Here is a document in force,
made away back in the daysof King
Alfred, compassing a millennium, less
one year and now after this long pe
riod the occupants must vacate. How
strangely this event links the present
w ith the past, and what a pi oof of the
majesty of the law and the stability ol
the English government. —Philadelphia
Times.
The followering problem is going
the rounds by the press : “If a hen ami
a half lay an egg and a half, in a day
and a half how many eggs will six
hens lay in seven days ?”
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REMEMBER THE SABBATH DAT.
“How on earth do you manage to
stand tip under the tremendous phyej*
cnl as well as mental strain which you
continually endure?” a gentleman hr
our presence ask.tl young Joe Brown,
the General Freight and Passenger
Agent of the Western & Atlantic Rail*
road. “You seem to be close at yonr
business all day, and I am told you
scarcely ever quit before midnight,
Yoq look slender, and like one of fee
ble constitution, yet you do more work
than any man in your position or any
other that I know of. How do you
stand it ?"
‘‘By never doing any work on Sum*
day," wns the reply. “When twelve
o'clock, Saturday night comes, I drop
any business that I may have in hand,
and I don t touch it ngain before Mon*
day morning. I never open a letter on
Sunday, unless the handwriting on the
envelope shows that it is from some
relative or friend whom I know to haver
written only on social topics. I never
open telegrams on Sunday; so if any
one wires inc a message which he
knows will reach inc on Sunday he
may just us well wait till Monday.
“I think every business man ought
to scrupul nsly abstain from all busi
ness matters on Sunday ; first, because
it is required by the Bible, ami, sec
ondly, because if he does his duty on
week days he needs the rest on Sun
day. The first is my principal reason ;
but the other is a very important one;
and I always find that although I may
close the week very tired, yet I begin
it as fresh as a rose.”
“You don't attend to any railroad
business on Sunday, then ?”
“No, sir, and whenever I have to do
so I shall quit the roud. But as Mr.
R. A. Anderson, our Superintendent,
is about as strong in his belief of the
sanctity of the Sabbath as I am, I
don't think there is any likelihood oC
my quilting the road especially for this
cause, until the lease is out. I attrib
ute very much of my business suc
cess to the fact that 1 do not violate
the Sabbath by working."
'1 ho above answer is one which may
be especially commended to all busi
ness men, ami they would find it well
to “do likewise.”—Railroad Record.
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New York.
As a matter of self-protection, self
defence, every farmer should raise
meat to supply his own table. 1 here
is hardly a farmer in Georgia who has
bought his meat ami lard from the
grocer regularly who bought them at
the West, who hns not eaten large por
tions of these articles that came out of
diseased hogs, or hogs that had diet! of
disease. Western pork packers, in a
gre.t majority of instances, have no
conscience. No man knows what he
eats who buys meat and lard year to
year, from the stores in his country
town or city where he reside*.
• • •
“Obituary.—Saturday afternoon last
Judge Knapp passed in his checks, after
an illness of only two weeks. His wife
bar! supported him by laundrj' work
for the last two years, and although
the widow has donned the weeds ami is
figuring on a tombstone with a lamb on
lop of it, we’ve got a dollar which says
she's glad the old loafer has gone to a
hotter country. If she isn't, we are, for
he made our oflice bis loafing place, and
the tobacco stains he left after him will
keep bis memory green for a year to
come.”—Arizona Kicker.
The Atlanta Constitution is a good
paper, enterprising and able, but it is
becoming like the flea —you don t know
where to find it. A year or so ago it
slipped from the free trade platform
to a high laritf plank, and has been ca
pering|tbereon quite nimbly ever since,
until Sunday, last, when suddenly and
without warning it executed a duble
somersault and flopped, ami proposes
now to ride the free trade nag.—Anni
ston Hot Blast.
Ih CoiiMtimpliou liieurnUle.
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•Jesse Middlewart, Decatur. Ohio, says:
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died of Lung Troubles. Was given up hr
doctors. Am now in best of health.”
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