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BLACKSHEAK, GA., THURSDAY, JANUARY 1879.
The Drunkard to HU Bottle.
AN IMAGINARY POEM OF RO&K&T BURNS BT JOHN
O. WHITTIER. *
Hoot!—daur ye sbaw ye're face Again
V® told black thief o’ puree an* brain ?
For foal disgrace. for dool an' pain
An' shame I ban ye;
Wae’s me, that e'er my lipa have ta'en
Tour kiss uncanny 1
Nae mair, aaid knave, without a shillin’
To keep a btarvin’ wight frae utealin’,
Ye’ll sen’ mrh&nieward, Win’ and reelin’
Frae n pJst t'htly swaggi"S
By wall an’ my pathway feelin’,
Wi’ mony a stagger.
Nae m&ir o’ fights that triage an mangle,
Nae mair o’ nets my feet to land*,
Nae mair o' senseless brawl an’ wrangle
Wi-fren’an’wife too,
Nae mair o’ deaviu’ din an’ jangle
My feckless life through.
Ye thievin’ cheatin’ auld Cheap Jack,
Peddlin' your poison brose, I crack
Your banes against my ingle back,
Wi’ mickle pleasure.
Deil mend ye i’ bis workshop blaok,
E'en at his leisure.
I’ll br&k ye'er neck, ye foul auld sinner
I'll pall ye’er blaid, ye vile beginner
O’ s' the ills an’ aches that winna
Quat saol an body!
Gie me hale breeks an’ weel-spread dinner—
Deil tak ye’re toddy!
Nae mair wi’ witches’ broo gano gyie.
Gie* me anoe mair the auld delight
O titlin' wi’ my bairns in sight,
The gude wife near,
The weel; spend day, the peacefn’ night,
The morning oheer.
Cock a' ye’er heads, b&irnB fa ’
My winsome Bobin, Jean, and Meg,
For food an’claes ye shall na beg
A doited daddie.
Dance, anld wife, on your awl-day leg,
Ye’ve foun’ yonr laddie.
THE OLD CREAM JOG
“Oh mother,” said Ruth Wallis,
«» how I should like to go out and t.
few apple-blossoms.”
4 4 Stuff and nonsense, ” said the W idow
Wallis, austerely; “haven’t you got
work to do—milk to skim, butter to
work over, dishes to wash, and two
dozen shirts just sent in from the laun¬
dry about to finish it off before dinner time?
Go at once and don’t let me
hear any more folly about apple’ll jh
soms.”
For Mrs. Wallis belonged u> the work¬
ing brigade of the world and aid not be¬
lieve in {esthetics of any kind.
Buttercups and red sunsets and many
tinted rainbows had always been a
Standing problem to her, and she could
understand how a man of sense
could possibly prefer golden hair to red,
or freckles. a daisy piDk complexion to honest
And her two elder daughters, Naomi
and Miranda Ann, agreed witu her en¬
tirely on this as on all other subjects.
But E h was different. Ruth treas¬
ured up '-open rosebuds in surrepti
tion8 gly j of water, sowed flower
seeds ul* »er the dairy window, read
poems in her own room, and cried when
the honeysuckle vine was razed from be¬
fore the porch pillars,
44 Rotting all the posts and harboring
earwigs and spiders,” said the widow,
severely. Bat
44 the flowers are so pretty,”
pleaded Ruth.
44 tt Pretty, D __.. snortea the widow, as if ..
the term were W ere a * avnnnvw bJiUmjU >r ail absurd
, , weak-mindedness. , 44 1 do think,
Hath, you are almost a fool.”
npon this golden May morning,
when the lilacs were nodding their pnr
pie plumes and the apple-blossoms
spread tbeir sheets of billowy pink over
all the orchards, Rnth was condemned
to the milk-skimming finishing in the dairy and
of the shirts in the
kitchen.
She was standing in front of the milk
room window, busy with her shining
pans—after all there was a certain poe¬
try in the occupation—when all of a
sudden a whiskered and mustached face
presented itself, all framed in the case¬
ment.
“Goodness me I” cried Ruth, with a
violent start which hail nearly upset one
of the vessels, and then recovering her
presence of mind she added : “ What
do you want!”
“ I beg your pardon,” said the ap¬
parition—and Ruth began to perceive
that it had rather fine eyes, and was no
afraid longer I a very startled young apparition— “I am
^ you,
■ Y° u did—rather,” admitted
' “But if you’re a tramp, please
go on, for we never give to tramps.
And if you’re a sewiug machine agent,
or anything of that sort, it’s of no use.
“ You are mistaken," said the owner
of the dark eyes, with a comical curl of
his lips. “Ii airt none of these. I am
—in the china 1. IHillCHfl ”
“Oh,” said Ruth, beginning to com¬
prehend, “ Vases, and little dogs and
parrots, for cast-off clothes. But we
wear all onr things out, and mother
makes rag carpets of them afterward.”
nodded “ Very the laudable of her, I am sure,”
what stranger. “But—may I
ask you will take for that twisted
cream-pot on the shelf just over your
head ?”
Ruth glanced up with startled eyes.
; “It was my Grandmother Croons’,”
said she ; 44 and it’s so old-fashioned we
never use it. Mamma keeps radish
seed in it.”
* • Exactly, old, ” said the stranger. 4 4 It .a«
very and that is the reason
want it.”
Rath thought of the men who had
been reported as traversing the oountry
in search of antiques, old furniture and
articles of vertu. Could this be one of
them?
“It’s mine,” said she, coloring deep¬
ly. 4 ‘ My grandfather Crocus left it to
mein his will.”
44 Wouldn't you rather have ten dol¬
lars to buy yoarself a new hat ?” said
the stranger, coaxingly.
“Oh, a thousand times,” cried Ruth,
aagerly. Then is bargain,”
44 it a said the gen¬
tleman, taking out a pocket-book which
seemed to be perfectly apoplectic with
bank notes.
“No, it isn’t,” said Ruth. 44 1—I
couldn’t sell it, indeed.
“ Ah,” said the stranger; 44 perhaps
here are old family associations con¬
nected with it?”
44 Oh, no. I never saw my grand
bewildered ° Ca *'" B ” tU ^
coftxinJto “Sav Ywentv” said the stranger, strainer
gy *
Its no use, „ declared . n Ruth; 44T I
cannot sell it.”
“Yon are devoted to old china, then ?”
T j e face came nearer, the eyes spar
■J that l he a V had , .V found ,e,, \ owner a kindred , WM soul. convinc<Mi
“I hate it,” said Ruth.
The dark eyes recoiled a pace or two.
“Then you’ll let me have the old
cream-pot for twenty dollars ?” said he,
persuasively. But it ih would only reiterate with
aowncast eye* and deepening blushes ;
44 1 cannot sell it”
Mr. Wynfleld Napier walk sway,
pulling his long mustache, and ponder
mg which over had the piece of old English ware
so attracted his fancy.
“I’ll sit down formally before that
cream-pot,” Bhall said be. “ I’ll besiege it. It
be mine, or I’ll know the reason
wh to
For Mr. Napier . was a connoisseur in .
ceramics, and the moment bis idle
glance, cast upward through Mrs. Wal
Lh* glass of f wISf water 1 at ,^J the i Iuiow well, H “ had h , e fallen on a
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the pieoe of old Engtiah china, his soal
had coveted it.
“ I've just a month to stay here be¬
fore I must be back in my dingy old law
offices again," meditated he. “A man
eau do a great deal in a month.”
And he set himself regularly to work
to win the treasure which he yearned for
so Day deeply.
farmhouse, after day he strolled to the old
now with this excuse, now
with that, a handsome, courtly, middle
aged man, whose winning manners
would have attracted any one, and who
was as mnoh at home uuder the white¬
washed oeiling of the Widow Wallis’
best room as in a mansion.
One day he spoke of the old cream
pot.
* * Ruth’s cream pot 1" said Naomi, the
elder sister, a hard-featured, loud-voiced
spinster of uine-and-thirty. " Wasn’t
it a strange provision of Grandmother
Crocus’ will that Ruth never can par*
with that old piece of cracked absurdity,
unless ”—
“Naomi, hush I" and Ruth bad
sprung acrota the room and laid her
hand on her sister’s lips, vith blazing
eyes and color as deep aa one of her own
scarlet geraniums. M Our family affairs
shall not be talked of to strangers.”
" Am I a stranger!” said Mr. Napier,
gravely. “lam aonry for that. ”
“ I—I didn’t mean quite that,” falter¬
ed Ruth, “onto —onto—Naomi, please
to remember that tibia is never to be
spoken Dear of.”
“ me f* said Naomi, bridling up.
“Here's a pretty how-do-do about an
old cream pitcher.”
That seif-same evening Mr. Napier
followed Ruth out in the gardeu, where
she had gone to water her oarnations.
“ Roth,” said he, “ aro you de¬
termined not to tell me the secret of the
cream-pot ?”
“ Yes,” said Rath, resolutely.
“ Not to let me have it on any terms?”
Don’t “Please, Mr. Napier,” aaid Rath,
“ ask me. I cannot.”
“ Well, then,” aaid Mr. Napier, “here
is vet a third demand. If I can’t have
either secret or cream-pitcher—can I
have you ?”
“ Me I”
“Yes,” said the staid la awyer, with
strangely-softening Ruth, I have eyes. “ Dear little
somehow lost my heart to
you these last three weeks. I can’t go
back to the old life without yon. I am
not a young man, bat I have never loved
before, and ”—
“ But,” interrupted Ruth, with man¬
tling cheeks and a quiver in her voice,
“ am I good enough ?”
By way of answer he took her in his
arms and looked tenderly into her face,
and to Rath Wallis it seemed as if a
whole paradise had opened to her in that
moment
“ Here » «•" Bath, With gli. tea
ing “ d ■ milin I H P 8 - "The old
cream-pitcher, The dear Wynfleld.”
ceremaniac forgot even true love
in the fascinations of the pieoe of old
English ware that Roth laid in his lap.
He took it op with a loving touch.
“ Hut I thought it was a decree of the
Medes and Persians that you were not
to part with it ?” said he.
44 You didn’t understand,” said Ruth
coloring radiantly. 44 1 was never to part
with it~«o garnd mother, Crocus’ will aaid
—except to my hasband.”
44 So Why didn't you tell me so before?”
44 that you might have taken
for me
the sake of the old cream-pitcher?”
said Rath, s little piqued.
He drew her gently to his side
“ My better own darling,” said he. 44 1 love
you than all the old china that ia
in the world.”
Which was a great admission for Wvn- 7
field Napier to make.
a month later there was a wedding in
the village church, and after the wed
ding came the wedding wondered’ breakfast and
DO t a few of the guests that
the center ornament of the table ou
«»ch an auspicious occasion, should be
aa old cream-jug.