The Dublin post. (Dublin, Ga.) 1878-1894, October 15, 1879, Image 1

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Newspaper Page TextVOL. 2. LITTLE EYES AND LITTLE EARS. BY MRS. M. A. KIDDER. Little eyesl - Black, blue and gray, I How they glow and how they glisten As the children, day by day, Gather round to see and listen, Hot a sight and not a scene ’Scapes their clear unbiased visiou— And there is no truth, I wean, • Surer than a child’s decision. Little ears with hearing rare, Taking in each given sentence— Heedless speaker have a care, Lest your words brings sure repentance •Sown in hearts of waxen mould, They will be forgotten never; Aye! while life and memory hold Will their influence last forever! Little children love the truth, They were never born deceivers— Let us give them in their youth Truth for truth that when they leave us They may say in after life— “It is true, for mother said so— Mother never told a lie;” Ah, that all our babes were led so. Little ears, and little eyes! Guard the first that they may hear not Aught fair childhood to disguise— .Give wise counsel, and then fear not. Little eyes! Oh may we trace, After we have done our duty, Love and joy. and patient grace, Mirrored in tluyr shining beauty. TOM ALLEN’S COURTSHIP. By Jennie Sterling. W in hi f red was a dainty bit of wo mankind—a sunbeam—who' laughed as much as a linnet sings: moreover, there wore dimples lurking in her rose-tinted cheeks. She was well worth loving, al though not quite an angel; for if she had been, she certainly;\yould have. x hot been a woman, yetibe certainly . ^vas ajthief. «. * A thief! Stealing hearts by the wholesale. Hut she who so loved to coquette with hearts was at last taken captive; for Love conquered the merriest and most mischievous maiden who ever laughed at his wiles; and love came to Wiunifred, now simple and deli-' cious. No two love makings happen in just the same way, as no two leaves are alike in the same tree. One day it happened that two gray 1 eyes looked into hers—the merest ac cident, of course. “Wiunifred?” said the owner of them, suddenly. It was the first time that lie had called her by her first name, and there was something in the look of those gray eyes which sent the warm v blood to her cheeks and caused a tumult of omotion—it seemed to her like findingof a bunch of violets in mid-winter; “He loves me,” she thought, with fi thrill of delights quite unlike for- ;; mer experiences. “Winnifred,” he said, tenderly, “you are very dear to me. I have loved you devotedly all these years,” and lie waited for a, reply. “And—I—love you, Torn—bufc— “Oh! let there be no huts; You will love me Winnie darling, let who will oppose, will you not?” “Yes, Tom—till* I die,” she said her face all aglow with eagerness. Then she paused abruptly, Now, ■ ^ Tom* was only a clerk, with nothing ' i but his salary to depend upon—rich in nothing but honesty aud good humor; while her father was wealthy. “I fear my father will not favor ©nr love,” she continued with some embanassment; “but I ought to choose for myself—it is my right,” The grey oyes softened.' For the first time in his life ho had told a woman he loved her, and found the telling pleasant. He told her, too, that lie' had not much to otfer. Would she be content with an hum ble home shared with a loyal heart— with love, instead of luxury? Yes, she would be “quite content.’ 5 For a time these two sat with clasped bauds in a dreary silence, which yet was not silence. Winnie’s O heart was full to the brim—the tell y x tale color of her cheeks—the sweet confusion of her eyes, were utter ances more potent than words. Then there ensued a quiet, ration al talk about their prospects, and the best way to “manage father.” Thomas Lane was a successful merchant—blessed with “full and plenty”—yet ho had vexation. It was one trouble of his life how to snub and circumvent a'brother mer chant, not' meanly and maliciously, but good lmmoredly. Josiah Wright with a “dog in the tnanger” disposition, had always been jealous of his old" friend and neigh bor’s oxeniplury prosperity, and ho had kept up series of potty annoy ances against Thomas Lane. That day Mr. Lane had heard some disparaging remark made by “Old Joshua” as he was wont to call him, and he was brooding over it as he sat tilted back in his chair in his private office, when Tom, his confi dential and “right hand man” unex pectedly entered. “Glad yon have come, Tom,” lie exclaimed, “for I’m justabit lonely.. Boon up to the house, but couldn’t stay; daughter’s gone for the season to an lit Mercy’s, mean to take a run dowfrthere myself next week; and, Tom, now that I think of it, you must run up to Saratoga—at my ex pense. I’ve noticed that you have, been mopish of late, aud it will drive away the blues to be among gay people. I don’t like to see you “out of sorts.” You aro very kind, sir,” Tom re plied. Pooh, pooh 1 Nothing of tlm sort. It’s simple justice. Como, come, don’t look so dismal. Is any thing going wrong? Just as likely as hot some pretty damsel has capt ured your heart.” “ And the kiiVdly-natured merchant rubbed his hands together gleefully, and glanced inquiringly at his favor ite clerk, who stood, looking con scious anil sheepish, twisting his fin gers nervously. “Well, sir,” lie.replied, “I believe that is just the trouble.” A prolonged whistle and a merry twinkle in his eyes expressed the merclmnt’s astonishment, for after all it was but a random guess. “And so you want to marry and settle ’down in life, and have your salary raised, hey?” “Yes, sir 1 '; that’s about it.” “A little bird has told me, 'you sly dog, that you are looking after Mar jorie Wright. She’s a pretty, girl, and worth a plum or two. Yon couldn’t do hotter, Tom.” “But, sir, my dear girl’s father is opposed to me. Why, I’m only a poor clerk, and she is an heiress.” “Opposed! Is he? I should like to know what objection he can have to yon? You love the girl?” “With all my heart, sir.” “And she loves yon?” * “Devotedly.” “Then, with love in the home, and old Joshuah’s money to run it, it might do.' Yes, yes; it would be admirable.” : ‘ And tho old gentleman laughed heartily at the idea, and then he in quired what he meant to do about it. “I must wait until her father con sents, I suppose,” replied Tom, rue frilly. “But what do you advise me to d<V air,” “Do? Why, I know what, I’d do if I were young like you and loved a pretty girl. I’d try to win her in spite of all the fathers in the world. If she is willing to take me, I’d brave tho old man’s displeasure and run off and get married.” “But, my dear Mr. Lane, I fear lie would never forgive his daughter, and that would break her heart.” “Pooh, pooh I Girls’ hearts are not so easy broken us you imagine Wlmt fun it will be to have old Josi ah fret aud fume and then come around right—as he will, my boy, never -fear. No, no, Tom, you go ahead, and I’ll, furnish the money you need, and if the old man is cross with pretty Marjorie, I’ll tako care that neither of you shall starve, if it’s only to spite old curmudgeon.” “Oh, tlnink you, sir. With your permission, then, I will try to* win her.” “All right, my boy. I don’t for get that I was once young; mid mind, when tho kiiot is tied fast, you can come to my houso and have it all to your two selves until old Josiah sends for yon.” ‘Well, Mr. Lane I’ll think tho matter over. Meanwhile I’ll accept your offor and go to Saratoga for a few days,” said Tom, as he smilingly left the office. “Too tame by half—but the young men nowadays have very littlo spir it,” muttered the merchant, as he started for his solitary homo. Three days later, Mr. Lane had occasion to change his opinion of Tom’s tameness, for lip received an unexpected letter. Fortunately lie was alone—tliore was no one to witness the mingled feelings of astonishment and chagrin he experienced while'reading it. Saratoga. “Dear sir—You wero misinformed in regard to Miss Marjorie Wright, for I have never thought of her as a wife. It is your daughter, Winni fred, whom I have loved over since I came to you, a mere boy. Winnie and I Were married this morning, and we shall be the happiest couple in these United States, wlion we re ceive your forgiving welcome. Aunt Mercy accompanied us bore, and now wo aro anxiously awaiting to. hear from you.' Yoitr grateful son, ‘ Tom Allen.” “Sold! and po mistake,” exclaimed Mr. Lane, half angrily. " “But what’s tho use? Toni is a good fol low^sharp to.o—sharp as a noodle— good business TMerfE^lY&l; Jia!->^an4 better, ves, incomparably better than the rest of the danglers; and Winnie —-little puss—slid loves -hini,” and then there came to his heart far off memories of tho girl’s dead mother; and brushing away a tear worth more than any diamond ho possessed, he snatched a pen and hastily penned the following: “My grateful son is a young scamp! But I forgive you, Torn, notwith standing, for if Winnie finds some thing in you to love, you can’t be so very wicked: But, my boy, the ta bles are turned yqu ’know, and it won ? t do to let old Josiah crow over us. I’ll run up to Saratoga, aud wo will all come homo together,, and ho will be liono the wiser. As lam op posed to my daughter’s husband bo- irig a poor clerk, 1 shall tako meas ures at once to makoyou my partm Henceforth the firm will be known as Lane & Allen. Your affectionate father, Tiiomas Lane.” Tom and Winnifred might as well have asked and obtained the old gen tlcman’s consent; but, then, young people must have their romance. Propagating Sweet Potatoes, Indiana Fanner. A New Jersey correspondent has tried to his high satisfaction tho experiment of propagating sweet potatoes from vinos saved during the winter. In the fall, any time bofore frost, the vines may bo cut in any length and placed in layers on the surface of the earth to the depth of twelve or eighteen inches. Cover the vines whilst damp with partially rotten stillw to the depth of six inches, and cover the whole with a light soil about four inches deep. In this way the vines will keop during the winter, and in the spring will put out sprouts'as the potato itself when bedded. The draws or sprouts can be planted first, and the vine itself can be cut up and used as we generally plant slips. A young man who was very, fond of a clergymau’8 daughter was taking tea at the Iioiibo of Ills adored, a short time since, and had some fruit cake offered him. Being absent- minded, he stammered out: “I pass!” Tho father was struck with tho in fatuation of the youth, and said, bluntly: “You ‘pass,’ do you ? There’s tho door; now let’s sec you ^»ass’ out!” Three jolly husbands out in the country by tho names of Tim Wat son, Joe Brown and Bill Walker, sat late ono ovouiug drinking at a village tavern, until, being pretty well “comodj” they agreed that each ono on returning home should do the first thing that his Wife lotd him, in default qf which ho should the next mortiinglpay tho bill. The next rooming Walkor. and Brown \tero early at their posts, but it was some lime before Watson lnado his appearance. Walker first began: “You ;.seo, when I entered my houso the candle was out, and the tiro gave; blit a glimmering light. I canto notlr accidentally walking into pot of batter that the pancakes were to Jjo made of in tho. morning. My wife, who was dreadfully out of humor at sitting up so late, said to me, sarcastically: “Bitty do put your foot in the batter n “Just as you say, Maggie,” said I, and without tho least hesitation I put my foot into tho pot of batter, and then wont to bod. Next, Joe Brown told his story: “My wife had already retired in our usual sleoping room, which ad joins the kitohon, tho door of which was ajar, and not being able to navi gate perfectly straight, you know, 1 made a dreadful clattering among the household furniture, and my wife, in a no very pleasant tone bawled out: " • “Do break the porridge-pot, Joe!” No soonor said than done. I soil ed hold of the bail of the pot, and, striking ft. a$ririit_ib.<) <fiiimrifcy*jam, broko'itiin aJniiHlnMl pieces. After this exploit 1 rctir#fl to rest, ami got a c^am-Tectrirb all ri igli't for my pains. It was now Tim Watson’s turn to give an account of himself, which he did, with a very long face, us follows: “My wife gave me the most uu lucky command in the world, for I was blundering up-stairs in tho dark, wlion she cried out: “Do break your rotten neckr—do, Tim /” “I’ll be cursod if I do, Kate,” said I, as r gathered myself up. “I’d soonor pay the bill, and so, landlord, here’s tho cash for yon, and this is tho last time I’ll over risk five dollars on the command of my wife.” Augusta Evening News: Now is the time for farmers,, to plant thoir small grain, and sow in quantity, for sale as well as use. It is a sail mis take for planters to utilize all their good land for cotton, and sow enough grain in out of tho way places to do their stock for home use. When our people learn to sow grain for sale, us well as rise, thoy will be prosperous, It will pay as well as cotton, if good land is used, instead of tho usual waste cif land giyen to the cereal crops, and indeed will pay belter, because it needs no intermediate attention—the sowing and reaping being a small trouble and expense. Grain, too, brings money to the farmer just when lie needs ito-in tho middle of tho summer. What farm er, who sold his grain lost summer, did not make money? And wlmt farmer who, as soon as ho threshes his grain and sells it, will not do it again? It is another mistake to raise grain and keep it for the wee vils. Soil it as soon os gathered in summer, when it commands a high price, and buy tloiu*from the mills, und farmers will mukc money without risk. All the cereals are now looking to the ground, and tho sooner laid under the sod the better for next year’s crop and for the lucky farmers. Oats, wheat and othor grain, and a larger quantity of each, are now in order for the fall sowing. If Noah Was a consistent Jew, wlmt induced him to take Ham in the ark. At noon yesterday a policeman found a boy bathing in a slip near tho foot of Randolph street, and ho called to tho lud. to come out and bo arrested like a man Cor breaking the ordinance. “Is it agin thp orju’anco for a boy to fall into the 'river ?” queried tho bather. “No, sir, but von are naked.” “Does the law say that a boy has to have his clothes on when ho fulls in?” ' "V: “Tho ordinance prohibits bathing boro, and now you comoout.” “Is it bathing when a feller cuts his foot on a piece of tin, knooks his head agin a beam, and swallows four catfish and a gob of mud ?” “I want you !” called the officer. “Wliat for ?” asked tho boy. “I command you to, come out!” “I can’t come,” sorrowfully an swered tho bather. “Tho truth is, I juinpll in hero to rosouo a drown ing female, but her hair pulled off and she’s at tho bottom. As I have no witness I dusn’t go to trial.” “I’ll bring yon out!” growled the officer as ho made for a bout, but tho boy disappeared and was soon no more. Whilo tho officor was looking under the wharf, tho half of a good sized sand pile suddenly slid down tho back of his nock and into his boots, and a musical, familiar voice was hoard saying: “My shirt’s on hind sido afore, breifolios turned around and this vest is wrong end up, but 1 feel as clean as a now postage stamp from tho post office, an’ Lor 1 what an appetite I’ve got for pop-corn balls.” Jr?W?..;' . • ? * - Country Social Lite. v Country folks arc gcnomlly so ful ly occupied with uffiyrs that they lmvo no timo to discover how lone some they really aro. So far as this is ooncomed, wq think it a misfort une. Wo are too busy. Wo work too hard. Wo take fow or no holi days. Wo road and think too littlo, and do not spend sufficient tuno in social culture. There, is no lieason why those who plow tho soil or “whoso talk is of bullock” should not experience tho refinements which are tho results of formal social life. In business, at bargains, in pur suit of dollars, no man is seen at his best. Ho is thorny, spiny, with his buck up as a porcupine might bo at his business. Lot ono doff l.iis work ing clothes and enter a room full of his neighbors—moil, womon, young mon arid maidens—and he is a man of ariothor kind. Ho naturally falls into ways of an intuitive kindness, which is really the truest politeness —tho doing to his companion wlmt lie would that lie should do to him. Ho “lots himsolf out” toploaso, and, after an evening spent in social con verse, he retires with many rough corners and asperities toned down. For a fow days the jiilhieitoe remains. It would be permanent if it oould he reinforced now and then, and the good results would bo moro agreea ble and tisefv.l. Boys, don’t bo deceived. A girl who will talk of tho “limbs” of a table will, after marriage, chase you all around tho ragged ramparts of a two-acre lot with a rolling-pin, and a regular kcroseuo conflagration in both eyes. An Irish laboror was lying.in the ditch, very much tho worse for liquor. Ho was encountered by tho priest of hie purish. Very much shocked his rovorcnco luriiod the drunkard over who muttered: “Wliero am I r 1 On the road to boll?” replied the priest sternly. “Thank God, then,” said Pat, “It is comfortin’ to know that Father Murtagh is with me!” Why is a young lady dependent upon the letter Y? Because without it she would he a young hid. IIo was a decided ly poetical-look if Ig chap from head to foot, lie wore oyo-glassos, arid lmd curly hair. By gazing upon him You could almost loll tho oxno.l. number of son nets con tained in his pookots. lie lmd on a. blue ilunnol suit and a pleasant smile. Slid was a country nmidetn, practical and innocent,. They walked down a fragrant moadow and paused bencuth a spreading ouk. Ho was the first lo break tho'silonco : “Isn’t this lovely?” “Oh, ain’t it!” sho replied. ^Yes,” ho wont on, as ho plantod his chin in - ono hand and contemplat ed tho visits to tho skyland; “this is simply divino. To sit hero and broatlio tho soft, cool, summer wind fraught with tho charming fragrance of violet and rose, is just entran cing.” She said nothing., “Isn’t that a nuijostio mountain ovor there towering into the ilo6cy clouds? Isn’t that a lovoly littlo brook pnttoj'ing iiytlto baby syllables ovor tho imiooont littlo pebbles ?” “Kindor,” she responded, “Yes,” lie wont on, as ho planted Ins chin in the other hand for a clmugo, “summer is Uio lioavon of tho year. Just look at those happy birds darting through the air from tree to troo and flooding tljo valley with exquisite' bursts of song. Wouldn’t you like to be a bird, pot?’’ “J’d rather bo a girl and oat ice cream,” she replied, with a twinkle of Arcadian simplicity-in her merry hazel oyos. This seonmd to rullto the poet con siderably, hut ho - managed to regain his equilibrium sufficiently to go on, “Behold these golden-winged but terflies; don’t they fly languidly, as though their lives are OnrTono smooth period of bliss and uu interrupted happiness?” “Yes,” sho responded, “and they Hap thoir wings like dormants, don’t thoy?” After ten minutes of silonoe of t|io most profound dosoription lie vent ured to Hpoiik again. “And there go tho merry boos in golden flotillas, coquottiug with tiio breeze-swayed flowers,” Sho keptstill, “But soon all pretty things will vanish like a lover’s dream. Tho flowers will fmlo, the loaves fall, tho birds will migrate, and tho omoral tapestry of tho loa will hocomo tho conch of snowflake, Tho lilies will vanish from tho lake, and tho sunset will glimmer on tho barren limb and melt tho ompty nost,” Ho paused for a breath, and sho whispered: “And then we’ll lmvo to wear heavy underclothes, won’t wo?” He couldn’t go any further With his remarks, so they got up and wan? dored away. Protection Against Kostin«•. Prof, Olinsteud, tho author of “Olmstoad’s Natural Philosophy,” recently furnished tho American An ioulturist tho following application to prevent farm implements, or im plements of any kind having metal surfaces, from rusting: Toko any quantity of good lard, and to every half pound or So add of common ros in an umount about equul to half the size of an egg or loss—a little more or less is of no conseqnoneo. Melt thorn Blowly together, stirring as they cool. Apply this with a cloth or otherwise, jnstonongli to give a thin coating to tho motal surface to ho protected. It can. ho wiped off near ly clean from surfaces whore it will bo undcsirublo, ns in the case of knives and forks, etc. The rosin prevents rancidity, aud tho mixture excludes the ready access of air ami moisture. A fresh application may ho needed when the coating is wash ed off by tho friction of beating storms and otherwise. This single recipe may ho worth many dollars to any one in the long run.

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The Dublin post. (Dublin, Ga.) 1878-1894, October 15, 1879, Image 1