The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1869-05-13
Selected Story.
POTSY BLUE.
(ooNcLUDEp.)

mond-at least, not in the last six months. The
advertisements which Mr.. Wall put in the papers
remained unanswered. He went to see Mike Muir
DIV, an honest old Irishman; but very poor. lie
appointed Mike chief porter at his warehouse. and
also gave him possession Of little cottage, rent
free, and Old Mick, his horse. had good resting
spell Mr.. Wall did great deal for old Mike. and
il asked why he did so, would have been at loss
for an answer. Matters and things continued du-
ring the summer about as usual, save MIR. Wal
was little more abusive of the preachers.
Turk recovered his health, but was not the same
dog as before. He did not show as much affection
for those around him as he formerly did and would
not remain in any place save on the front steps
There he would lie, day and night, with his head
in particular direction, and though lying SO still
he appeared asleep, yet he was not He was
Watching, watching-his eye never winking, but
watching With sleeele.s vigil. Never did watch
er wait more patiently.
Turk NO longer brought the paper to his master,
no longer followed any one and ale but little he
never gave any evidence that he was suffering
vas always kind, gentle, and obedient.
1t was his eye that spoke.
He would look into his masters face, and though
he uttered neither whine moan, yet his eyes
would plead, and tear would seem to linger in
their depths. aud Mr.. Wall would turn away, feel.
ing Il sympathetic tear coming into his own eyes,
Thus poor Turk watched aud waited, but the OBJ
ject of all this anxiety came not.
Another often gazed in the same direction, but
he. too. waited in vain.
Autumn passed, and the earth had recalled the
leaves to shelter her bosom.
Winter, with his piercing breath and white robes
came clustering along, biting and swapping at all
whom he met-mahing poor, homeless wreches'
who live any and everywhere, shiver and shake
Winter comes clothed in white, the emblem of in
nocence; and yet rich and poor dread his coming,
and shrink from his touch.
Turk still kept his post on the front steps,
With his thick, warm coat, he had no fear OF win
ter, and cared not how much the wind blew, nor
how thick and fast the snow fell.
he was watching and waiting.
Christmas times were drawing near, and people
were preparing for the holidays.
Mf Wan sighed when he remembered Christmas
when he had u family around him 10 enjoy its
pleasures Then, his children were happy, and
spent their holidays joyfuly now. the little snow
bird would sing his song he sat over their graves
and this was their Christmas. lie gave money to
all the beggars that called on him; Mikes children
came in for their share of presents, and many
hearts asked God to bless good Mr.. Wall, though
he never asked that blessing himself. He lived in
n world to himself. He never smiled, though he
was q kind man. He didn't want people to think
that he was kind. lie failed ia this, beeanse lie
was charitable, and anything else can he hidden
but charity If he had been church member, he
would have been that member (of which every
church has one) who holds up the church, susans
It, pays oil its bills and is properly called "its pill
lar"
Once Christmas was n great time in Old Virginia.
1t lasted from the 25th of December TO the lst OF
january. During this week oil hiring Of servants
Nas attended to. The slaves were perfectly free
to 20 where they pleased and do as they pleased.
abe master claimed no authority over his slave,
snd if the latter did any work during the week, he
was paid for so doing. During the week blacks
and whites gave themselves entirely TO pleasure
Children now keep up Christmas, but it is net The
Christmas Of other days.
Mr. Wall thought of little Potsy, but had given
up all idea of finding him. He regretted that he
had not done something for him before going to
New York yet he could NO. bleme himself, for he
could not control events. If he had given up the
idea of finding Potsy it is not likely that he would
forget him. In the morning, when he looked out
of the window, Turk, the silent monitor, would
meet his gale still watching in the direction where
he had FIRST seen the boy.
There 10 something beautiful and touching in
the love of dog 1t is not like that of any other
animal 1t is more abiding, like that of the mother
Or fond wife.
We may become poor and destitute; friends may
desert US even our brothers and sisters turn their
backs upon u.s. and yet The pJJr dog will cling TO
Us and follow u.s. esen though We kicR and cuff him
every hour of the day. lie will not be driven from
US, and is the only earthly friend who gives evil
dence of love throug evil as we'll as good report.
crumb and kind word. Abuse him eleven hours
and speak but one kind word in the twelfth, and
be forgiveB all his hear, is full of love for us.
Sfr, Wall oftened wondered. while watching
Turk, il be could be thinking of Potsy. Why
should this Deg. which had been raised so careful
Iy and tendery-even more SO than most Of chIl-
drcn-evipce SO much affection for the little paper
carrier!
In the eHrly part of December Mr.. Wall was
called away from Richmond or busness-t'is time
TO Baltimore.
The second day after his arrival in that city he
was riding up Baltimore street in an omnibus. His
mi1d was occupied with his business, but this did
not prevent him from observing the varons pic
,rre. which adorned the inside of the coach.