Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1861-05-04

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progressss @1f you do, n,twaste any more
sympathy than possible on these NEUROLOGICAL
fellows Who print your books and papers.
sn;ss$s a.7S 7 The Contrasts ,2ai
"Ah! Ned, Nod, you'rea sad, wild 1fel-
low.Sei eil7y ~ W ~ g., ia A.Ayg,, N, 4 Z
$50 my mother says; anyhow, don't you
think / do credit to her trainipg2".
No, my boy" said a asilyerrhairea old man;
Iremomber your mother when sho was a
!" bonnie lassie" Her checks were like two
ripe apples, on which the crimson was dainti-
y sprcud SO us not to shame the white ." Her
eye was full and bright, not dim with sorrow
as it is now! Some great griof must have
changed her so sadly. Her rounded limbs
and dainty foot, her beautiful throat aud
white, dimpled arms, well remember And
she has been kind mother; her counses,
like 'morning dows and evening Showers
have fallen upon your wayY and YET, Ned,
you call her the old woman. All, boy, it.
noycrswas SO in my time" ss.e, .,t,,.,
II; ooh, WE'LL" said Ned, tossing his hand
some head, and hastily thrusting back the
brown and glossy cursi ~ am going to get
married and be dutiful son. No one can
say thatI neglect my mother at any rate;
IuOuSl pcTnupS L AN u ltttic TuuC.
A "Didyou send that sugar, today, and The
other little articles that | ordt dior moth
err asked Nod Ellis of his pretty young
bride, as they sat together in their neat cot
tagc home. ~
g declare, Ncd,tI forgot it," his wife re-
piled, blushing; 81 was SO busy finishing my
dress for the ball, that it quite slipped my
memory" 'f'# 4 iV1.
=" Mother wanted them last wcek-sugar
and salt, tea and coffee, and about everything
to forget so here, Ned-Jaek, whore
"They have gone to the huskiug frolic, T
send those articles before they won't, but |
have such short memory" !t1
"Ditto to that chimed in Ned, " but
must 90 round and sec the old lady.
hayn't even called to know whether sho is
sick OF we'll !"
Tho widow sat over the scanty fro, watch
ing the Kissing water, MS it spoutod and fell
from the little tin tea kettle. A loaf Of
bread stood OH the smull table at her side. -
Her crcamcr was empty; the bowl minus sr-
gar, no butter, no little luxury, nothing but
the crust, ,-the wee white loaf and the scrap Of
tea thnt busted the bottom of tho ancient sill |
vcr tea pot.
The widow bent closer over the fire, and
there were toars in her aged eyes.
Z" IIo should hayc thought of this old
mothcr" she murmurcd, flgcting with ncr-
vous hands about her cap ribbon; "but then,
being just married, so suppose ought to
consider; he always was little wild lit
tic wild; but he has got good heart, know
he has; still, he shouldn't have forgotten his
poor old mother"
The good old lady leaned back and crossed
her hands upon her bosom. Her thoughts
went back to earlier days. How often had
that golden head nestled against her heart ?
How had those over laughing eyes drawn
smiles from her own, even in lonely widow
hood How had she watched him as he,
prattIing, toddled about her knee, the trcas.
ure of hcr life, the blood of her very heart,
the apple of her eye. And after years had
passed, she remembered the often self dcninls
tho scanty eal-thc patched garment, the
old shawl, colorcd and rc.colorcd; the faded
bonnet; all beautiful as jewels to her; be-
cause they bought the great gift Of education
to her boy. And after allthis, he had neglect
ed his old mother. Oh, shame ungritcful
manhood, that can so repay love tender MS the
love of an angel.
Look upon another sccno.
a bright, noble face was that Of young Ar
thur McIIanc. His ewes were yiyidlv aorl,