The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1857-07-23
I" The Still Small Voice" I"
ny MISS c. W. BARBER.

~ SEQ not with the multitude to do evil"
~" Come, George, are you readyi" 8
|. 81 don't believe will go to night, Char
lie. I've been thinking about it, and have
concluded that had best TO stay at home"
-A" Stay at home why, the dickens
What has brought this abouta We boys
are going to have real wake up and no
mistake about it. You don't pretend To say
that you are going To stay cooped up here.
in the counting room alone, while we are all
of enjoying ourselves do YOU 7"
g" Yes, Charlie. have good book on
hand, and shall not mind being left alone !"
z" Bu, we are going to have such capital
times, George-there will be oysters AMI
sarlines, and turkey, and picked HOLSTERS to
eat, and something to drink--wine sup
pose. and champagne and"
And brandy" interposed Charlie.
"Well, shouldn't wonder! Mazee has
the getting up of the entertainment, and
Mace knows how such things ought to be
done, if ANYBODY in the world d"es-yes,
dare say there will be brandy there, come,
won't you go? Tho boys expect you"
George M,hen shook his head. Il can.
no, GO" he said, "you will have to do with.
out me tonight, Charlie-sorry to disap.
point the boys, but really must be excus-
cd ~
We'll, now. who cve- heard the like OF
| that! You'll miss lots of fun can tell Won.
Robinson will bc there, and he sings glDriouS
songs, yon know"
| Yes, know should like to hear Rob.
inson sing. and that's II fact, but-in shot.
I've made up my mind that cannot go, and
| cannot"
~ should like to know what's to hinder"
continued the temprer, drawing n cigar from
his pocket, and sticking one end of it in the
coun,ing-room fire, before applying it to his
lips" nothing on earth to prevent as | can
see-p!enty of time yet to get ready-ril
wait for you"
George Mahen. was as fine young frl.
low as YOU will sec in thouSand-attcn-
tive to business, and intelligent. lie was
social in Iii, disposition and Il general favGr-
ito. II there WAS any passion in his soul it
was IA love Of music, and Robinson cid sing
sonIs-there was no denying it. For mo.
ment he heSitated. lie did not frequent
convivinl parties such as he knew this WAS
going TO be, for the boys We're bound, lie
well knew, To have reaI wake up.". To
ed they had, individually and collectively.
been asleep for Il quarter Of II century at
least real Rip Van Wrinkles every one of
them. But he could 60 this once If he
chose 10 do sO-theie SaS, in reality, moth
ing to hinder. The prospect III >pncding an
evening in II drcary counting room, was not
the most in'i,in. one in the world.
He was about reaching out his hand to
take the light 10 z" and dress, when, righ,
there in The dim. du>ky mir OF that gloomy
room, there arose before him face--a pale
dying face. but sweet as an Angels. lie
knew il Instantly. II was his molhcr's.-
, He seemed to become boy again, and he
felt her thin white hand lying upon his vel.
low hair. and heard her tremulous voice say
ing TO him, my son, my only son, shun
temptalionW y
Mother" he cried half aloud, al will"
Charlie Henderson exhausted all l,is elo
qnence upon him i'll vain, and finally left
| HIM. ....
Twenty years afterwards. when he was a
! hale hearty merchant in prime of prosperous
manhood, he looked around him, for the
boys who enjoyed wake ups yin his youth,
Few of them remained Most of them ear.
| IIv became di>sipatel-somc of them bad
failed in business. and moved West "
many of Them had died. His thought re
ver;ed back To the scene we have described
in tie counting room Of his employer, and
he mentally blessed, TIE still small voice VI
of the mother who saved him in the hour OF
temptation.
| - sSeSps
A Duel OF PRoFIT.-An Englishman
fought duel with mi Americas. The con
diions were that but one shot should be eX-
changed. and that the precedence should go
by lot. The Engshman got the first chance
but failed to hit his adversary. As the
Yankee lifted his weapon, the other called
out:
Hold! will buy your sho. !"
| Al were astoni>hed at so strange pro-
position, but the opponent answered =
What will you give 2"
Five hundred pounds !"
Nonsense" cried the Yankee, taking aim
again. IL am good marksman-you sci
too low q value on yourself J"
You estimate me at too high price ;
but will give you a thousand pounds"
Agreed - cried the Yankee, and the
duel was at an end.
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