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THE BLACKSHEAR NEWS.
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VOL. IT.
Tile Little Kings and Queens.
Mouarcba whose kingdoms no man bounds,
No leagues uphold, no conquest spreads,
Whose thi ones are any mossy mounds,
Whose crowns are curls on sunny heads’
The only sovereigns on the earth
Whose sway is certain tonudure;
No Is lines of kings of hfSso kjOgliesWurth
of its reigning sure.
No fortress built in all the land
So strong they cannot storm it free;
No palace made too rich, too grand,
For them to roam triumphantly.
No tyrant eo hard-hearted known
Can their diplomacy resist;
They can usurp his very throne;
He abdicates when he is kissed.
No hovel in the world so small,
So meanly built, so squalid, bare.
They will not go within its wall,
And set their reign of splendor there.
No beggar too forlorn and poor
To give them all they need to thrive;
They frolic in his yard and door,
The happiest kings and queens alive.
Oh, blessed little kings and queens,
The only sovereign in the earth!
Their sovereignty nor rests nor leans
On pomp oi riches or of birth.
Nor ends when cruel death lays low
In dust each little chrly head;
All other sovereigns crownless go,
And are forgotten when they’re dead.
But these hold changeless empire past,
Triumphant past, all earthly scenes;
We worship, truest to the last,
The buried “little kings and queens.”
II. H., in Harper’s Magazine.
PUMPKIN PIES.
Pinkie was balanced on the toes of
her Rlippers, npon the top of a cider
barrel, gathering hops, when Tom Cax
roll drove along with his wagon, piled
up with red and yellow apples, and a
big, lusciously-golden pumpkin in the
corner, and stopped at the gate.
Pinkie immediately hopped off her
perch, and hid behind the barrel; but
Tom, coming up the walk with the
pumpkin, saw the edge of her pink dress.
“Can’t fool me, Miss Pink Pendleton,”
said he, rolling the golding sphere upon
the porch. “ I can see through more
thmgs than a barrel. 1 here b the first
pumpkin of the season.”
Pinkie scrambled up, shook out. her
skirt and surveyed tho pumpkin, half
wondeangly, from under the brim ol
her hat, turning her back upon Tom,
however, only went ofl down tho
path, whistling carelessly, and drove
off to town with his apples.
Tom and Pinkie having indulged in
a neat little tiff the week before, had
since amused themselves by trying to
freeze each other, very unsuccessfully,
it would seem, judging by the warmth
of temper bo.ii could exhibit on the
smallest provocation. And this was the
first time Tom had called her since the
last unpleasantness.
“Did I ever! said Pinkie, and
glanced over her shoulder to see if Tom
was looking back, which, of course, he
was, whereat Pinkie turned scarlet aud
scowled, though Tom was too far off to
see that. “ If he’s trying to make up,”
she continued, “ wbac does he be such
a stick about it for Expects me to go
two-thirds of the way, of course; men
always do. But be began the row, and
if he wants to make up, jet him say so,
oat and out. See through more than a
things.” barrel!^ Just him—always insinuating
And Pinkie, thus foolishly fanning .
her anger, sat down on the step and
kicked her toes against a peck measure.
The bone Oi contention which had
served Tom and Pinkie with excuses lor
more than one squabble was a spending gentle
man from the city, who was
the summer at the farm owned by Pink
ie’s brother-in-law, a comfortable, old
fashioned homestead, with clover-car
peted orchards, cooled with dense shade,
and haunted and by the gurgling murmur
of a brook the slumberous hum of
bees.
Perhaps tho boarder found an added
charm, though possibly a fieeting one,
in Pinkie’s spirited bro.vn eyes and
piquant manner. And Pinkie—why
Pinkie would have been coquettish to
a mullein 6talk and never thought
riously of the matter at all.
Whv shouldn’t she walk to church
with Mr. Hatherton and pin a red rose
bnd in his coat? Why, then, should
Tom loom up like a cloud and cast cold
water on her innocent amusement ?
be sure they had been the same as en
gaged —Tom and Pinkie —since the
they went nutting together and
reled over their grammar. But that
no reason—so Pinkie thought—why
shonl i not look at any one else.
To make matters a little worse,
ha»l a stylish young la ly couriu
hi* house, whose company, Pinkie
told him, he’no doubt found a
BLACKSHEAR, GA., NOV. 3, 1881.
agreeable substitute for hers, a sup
posed fact she thoroughly resented,
notwithstanding the proverb says it is a
poor rule that will not work both ways.
But here on the porch lay Tom’s gift,
and (probably) peace-offering, for hav
tilt, ipg been unusually hitter at their last
and perhaps—the scowl had de¬
parted from Pinkie’s forhead; her eyes
were growing tender. ]
Young Hatherton strolled around the
corner, with his straw hat tilted grace¬
fully on one side, and a handful of
early wild purple asters^ which he pre¬
sented to Pinkie.
“ These,” he said, “ are a much more
fitting offering to beauty than is a
pumpkin 1”
He pronounced the words scornfully;
lie had witnessed Tom’s visit, and now
eyed his gift with muoh.disdain, which
unnccountably nettled Pinkie.
“They are prettier to look at,” she
answered, “ but I doriJ| " suppose they
would do quite as well cook.”
The young man shrugged his shonl
ders and sauntered away indifferently;
his gallantry of late was £rowing rather
careless and fitful. *
And Pinkie was inconsistent enough
to put the asters in her hair, and then
pull thorn out and throw them under
the step After which method of re
lieving her feelings she picked up the
pumpkin aud carried it into the kitchen,
and so made the discovery that there
was a scrap of paper attached to the
bit of stem which remained to the
pumpkin. And this was written on the
paper:
“Come over to-morrow. Forgive
ness and pumpkin pies can solace an
injured spirit.”
“ How like Tom!”
A small dimple found cheek; its way to
Pinkie’s rosily-velvot and Pink
ie’s married sister, Flora, a plump,
white, and generally sweet-tempered
little woman, came in apd saw it.
“Have you and Tom made up?” she
as ked. .
“I haven’t,” answered Pinkie. •
“ Are you going to?”
“Don’t know,” perWrse Pinkie re
turned.
“You are a very foolish girl if you
dou’t,” said Flora, “and I will say he
is too good for you.”
Pinkie scratched her rosy ear with
her hairpin, and smiled at the pump
kin.
“What do you think,” she asked,
“ of man supposing ho could find
balm for his wrongs in pumpkin pies?”
“I should say,” answered Flora, “if
the man was Tom, you had better make
the pies, and make’em as good as pos
s ible.”
“Oh, you’re so awfully practical,”
said Pinkie, darting off with her chest
nut mane flying.
Rut all the same, beforo next morn
ing’s sun had mounted very high in
heavens, a trim little lady, neatly
U p like a brown-paper parcel, in a
large linen apron, betook herself to
kitchen and prowled about in the
try, seeking the sugar, cinnamon,
ger and all the various
necessary in the manufacture of
kin pies.
A sound of the wheels was heard in
the lane, and Pinkie tripped out to
porch, the nutmeg-grater in her hand,
as an elegant buggy rolled by,
bv Tom Carroll, and—Pinkie
the grater suddenly and caught
breath—there was the stylish cousin
beside him, the plume in her hat flutter
ing, and a faint breath of rose
up to the house.
Pinkie went back to the kitchen and
shoved the pumpkin in a corner, and
flung the nutmegs under the table and
the cinnamon after them, pulled off her
apron and went into the house.
Mr Hatherton met her in the hall.
“ Shan’t we take a ride, Miss Pinkie?”
he asked, wondering a little at the
sparkle in ber eyes and the deep bloom
in her cheeks.
“ All right!” said Pinkie, and dashed
upstairs for ber habit.
The shadows were falling eastward
from the trees on the lawn when Pinkie
again crossed it on her way to the house
after her ride, her habit gathered up
in her arms and a cluster of bcarlet
trumpet-bells in her belt.
Flora, who was on the step, bestowed
as dark a frown noon her as her fair,
placid countenance was capable of get
ting up.
“You’ve lost him now for good,” was
her first remark.
“Lost whem?” quoth Pinkie, starting
with wondering eyes at her sister.
“Tom, of course! Didn’t he stop in
when he came bick after taking bis
cousin down to catch the train and
find you’d gone off with Mr. Hather
ton ?”
“And—she’s gone home?’’ gasped
Pinkie, feeling suddenly guilty.
iA“ Of course she’s gone home! She
was engaged to lire minister, anyway;
and you’ve made a nice mess ol it all
now!”
Flora flounced away, looking indig
nant. Pinkie followed her.
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“ Don’t you think he will ever come
back ?” she asked, meekly.
“ H m ! said Plpra. “ Ho may come
to-morrow; but only to see John about
the cider-mill, mind you J”
Pinkie had little appetite for dinner;
eveD Flora’s jam-puffs had no charm for
her; and her usual archness had so com¬
pletely disappeared that Mr. Hatherton
felt called on to become injured, and in¬
dulged in a fit of sulks.
But the moderate bit of hope Flora
had held out concerning Tom’s possible
appearance little, and next day comforted Pinkie
resolution. a inspired her with a secret
Long after the dinner hour was past,
the neat little figure, done up in the big
brown cooking apron, again stood be¬
side the long, white kitchen-table,
where a row of bright, scalloped pie
the pans air, were shining. Hpices perfumed
and a dozen eggs were piled in
a cake-pan.
The sun was fairly down wlieu Pinkie
set her last fragrant, golden-oomplex
ionod pie in the window-sill to cool, aud
stood looking down at it, absorbed in
her own reflections.
“The queen of hearts, she made some
tarts,” chanted a voice behind her; and,
before she knew it, she was whirled
around, apron and all, in some one’s
arms and kissed.
he “They’re not tarts,” said Pinkie,when
recovered her breath. “ But, oh,
Tom, how did yon happen to come
back? I was afraid you wouldn’t speak
to me any more.”
“ Oh,” said Tom. “ perhaps I wouldn’t
have come, if I had not seen some one
come out on the steps this morning, to
see who was going by, with her usual
curiosity, tie, and then bounce in like a lit
which enraged yellow-jacket. I suspected
way the wind blew, and 1 knew
Flora would tell yon the truth when I
came back; and when I saw the
just now I knew it was all right.”
“And now you’ll stay to supper,
course?” said Pinkie,
s “Of course," said Tom. “It
never do to let all those pies waste
sweetness on tho desert air.”
“Tipping.”
It commences the moment you leavo
the dock at New York. You have paid
a very largo sum for your passage,
enough to entitle you to every comfort
that money can buy. But there sets
upon suckers, you who immediately a horde ofblood
never will let go till,
gorged, they drop oft’ at Liverpool.
There is a sovereign to the man who
makes your bed ; there is the chamber
maid, there is the table steward, tho
smoking-room steward, the deck stew
ard; there are collections for asylums
in the Liverpool; there are collections for
man who attends to the purser’s
room, where a select few are treated to
a little refreshment at five in tho after
noon; there are fees for showing the
machinery of the vessel ; there are
“ tipis ” for the Lord knows what,
Then there is the English hotel. You
contract for your room for so much a
day—and the sum is always v*ou a round
one—and it is explained to that you
may order your meals from a bill of
fare, tho price of each dish being set
down opposite its name. Very good,
you sav to yourself, I know now what I
am going to pay; and you fall to work,
When you are through, you rise and
prepare to get out. The waiter stops
you with an obsequious smile in which
"there is much determination, and re
marks: “ The waiter 1” You are made
to understand that be expects a shilling
You give it to him. Getting to your room
you want a pitcher of water. A servant
brings it, and waits until you give him
a sixpence. You take a drink—if you
do drink—I know this from seeing
other victims—you pay for the drink,
and the servant who brings it to you
expects and manages to get threepence,
The boy who cleans your boots wants
sixpence; the chambermaid who sweeps
your who room down wants a shilling; the boy
goes to see if you have any
letters wants sixpence; and after pay
ing for all this you get your bill. Un
derstand you have already paid exhor
bitant prices for each and every bit of
service you have received, but, never
theless, there in your bill is an item,
“attendance four days, eight shillings.”
You pay it without a murmur externally,
and hope you are done with it. Not so.
As you leave the hotel, there stands the
entire retinue of servants—the boots,
the chambermaid, the bar-man, the bell
boy—all with their hands extended, and
every one expecting a shower of small
coin. You pay it. There is no other way
to do.
You get into your cab and drive to
the station. The legal fare is one and
sixpence. The cabby expects sixpence
in addition for himself; the porter who
shows you what car to get into, with
the uniform of the company on
back, expects fonrpence lor "that ;
other porter who takes your vsiiee
the carriage must be fed ; and so on,
and no on, forever and ever,
In fact, you cannot go anywhere in
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eternal tip, except the British museum.
Even Westminster Abbey, the most sa¬
cred spot in England, has its regular
system of tips.
In the restaurants there is a charge on
the bill for attendance, but nevertheless
yon waits are expected to tip the man who
waiters upon get you. By the way, these
no pay for their services;
they pay the proprietors a bonus for
their places.
The hackney-coach driver gets about
two shillings a day from the proprietor
of his vehicle, and makes his money
from his customers. Tim man who
drove us down to the Derby expected—
and did not expect in vain, for he de¬
manded it directly—two shillings each
from his twelve passengers, notwith¬
standing the fact that we had paid $1.25
each for our passage.— Toledo Blade.
Siioopendyke’s Picture-Hanging.
“Well, my dear,” said Mr. Spoopen¬
dyke, with a nail in his mouth, and bal¬
ancing himself waveringly on a dining¬
room chair, “ all you’ve got to do now
is to get your picture ready, and I’ll
show yon how to hang the thing.”
“It’s awful sweet of you, pet,” Baid
Mrs. Spoopendyke, alternately rubbing
the frame of a very hectic chronio and
sucking the thumb she had been ham¬
mering for the last twenty minutes.
“ It’s awful sweet and thoughtful of
you, dear, to offer your asssistance at
snch a time, for I do believe I never
would have got a nail driven in that stu¬
wall.”
“ Of course yon wouldn’t, my dear! ”
langhod Mr. Spoopendyke. “ Who
ever saw a woman that could drive a
nail ? You couldn’t drive a galvanized
carpet-tack in a ’leven-pound bladder of
putty. And speaking of driving nails,
I’d like to know if you’re over going to
hand up that hammer, or meat-ponnder,
or whatever you ve been using. Think
I can drive nails with my elbow ? ”
“It’s the stove handle, love,” said
Mrs, Spoopendyke,meekly,banding him
a wooden mysterious-looking implement, with a
handle at ono end and the
nnderjaw of a shoemaker’splyera at the
other.
“Oh, it’s a etovo-hook, is it?” said
Mr. Spoopendyke, regarding the weapou
with a sinister expression. “ Now, if
you’d handed mo up a dog-iron, or a
pair of Hteelyards, I’d have been right at
home : but a stove-hook! Really, my
dear, I’d rather undertake to drive a
nail with a scythe-handle.”
“ But tho wall’s so soft and lovely,
pear, it really drives them beautifully—
if they would only stick,” said Mrn.
Spoopendyke, reassuringly.
dyke, “Only stick! ” said Mr. Spoopen
that contemptuously; “now, I’ll bet
you never wet the mucilage on a
single nail before you started. That's
why they didn’t stick for you—ouch I
sufferin’ Moses! Are you going to
stand serenely by and see mo beat my
knuckles into a shapeless pulp with this
dodgasted, measly marlinspike?”
“ Poor deav ! ” said Mrs. Spoopen¬
dyke, consolingly. “ You do act so im¬
patient—and at the first trial, too.
Maybe it struck something hard in the
plaster. Try another place—that’s the
way I managed that.”
“Oh yen,” raid Mr. Spoopendyke;
“ that’s the way you managed it I and
yon have punched enough holes in here
to play cribbage in. Will you gimme
another nail ? Don’t yon see I’ve
knocked this one flat, and can’t unpry
it up again ? ”
“ Can’t unpry it up again! ” ejacula¬
ted Mrs. Spoopendyke, in a very gentle
voice, handing him another nail.
“ Can’t unpry it up again ! ” Well, if
that ain’t grammar! ”
“ Oh, ain’t it ? ” said Mr. Spoopen¬
dyke, with a most horrific smile. “ Of
course it ain’t, you old female seminary
with a cracked bell in your cupaio ! Am
I going to school to you, or am I driv¬
ing nails ? ”
“ Well, dear, sighed Mrs. Spoopen¬
dyke, “you’re surely not driving nails.”
“No, yon can just bet, I’m not
drivin’ nails, and yon can bet 1 ain’t
a-going to try to drive no moro nails
neither! And you can bet,” continued
Mr. Spoopendyke, with still densifying
intensity, and a war-dance flourish as he
leaped to the floor, “ and you can just
bet your high muck-a-muck, if you’ll
set that measly old chromo of yours on
the side-table, I'll throw this dodgasted
thing so far through it that it won’t get
back in a century 1 "—Br ooklyn Eagle.
When yon see a fruit-peeling on the
sidewalk, push it off into the gutter; it
will not take long, and there is no tell¬
by ing but the first person to be disabled
it if it remains there may bo a poor
man who owes you money.— Philadel¬
phia News.
As a means ot locating lead in *tbe
human frame, the “induction balance”
does not seem to be a pronounced sue
Genius i* au lumtoie capacity far
taking trouble.