The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-05-22
SATURDAY MORNING, MAY %, 1869.

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got the upper hand of him, and he
became backslider.
knew another man--he was called
a man-whose wife never dared to go
out for an afternoon visit without his
most gracious permission, and whose
children never went to play for an hour
with neighbors children, without ask
ing him if they might go, and how long
they might stay. He knew to an ounce
! how much butter and cheese was made
in the house, sold it himself, took the
money, put it in his pocket, from which
receptacle it never came forth without a
struggle and a groan, unless it came out
to buy more land. He kept pair Of
horses. one of which was gentle eaough
for his wife. to drive. I've seen that
wife stand before him with downcas.
eyes, trembling lips, and nervous hands.
begging of him to let her have the horse
to drive to the village.
"What do you want to go to the viii
lage for 2"
Il want to go to the store first, and
then to see Lizzie Ford
'Go TO the store, hoy What on
airth are you going to the store for now?
It's run, run to the store all the time;
it's 'nough to keep man poor as power
ty the hull time" :
"Maria wants new dress, and Nettic
q new shaker
"Maria wants new gownd, does she?
Well, she can 60 out to work and airn
it; then she'll know how she came by
it," SCR,
81 can not spare her to GO out"
Cant spare her her, did did ;y>a,:: saa? saay Hf y:
you could see the work my mother
d0ne-yop're alters draggin round half
dead.' ~
did not hear the poor mothers re-
sponse, but he did.
What's that you wish you were
dead Well now, that's purity wish
for a Christian member of the church.
too ]! You've got wicked, rebellious
heart-thats what you've got. And i,
don't do you any particular good to see
Lizzie Ford neither, you can't have the
horse | dunno but you might if you
wasn't \ going to see Lizzie"
knew another, who concealed his
iron claw i'll a velvet paw. He was Tie
meekcst and gchtlest of human beings
when there was company at his house !;
and, when he was visiting at friends
house, butter wouldn't melt in his mouth
In his own house there were not dishes
enough of kind to set the table decent
ly. There were broken plates, two-tincd
forks, knives minus handle, and ger
man silver spoons. When the guests
were at table, he would say:
"Wifc, why don't you make me thi =, =.
to get set of dishes? these arc raaEv
too shabby"
wife bushes Il little, but is silcut.
"Look there, wife, you've given Mr..
Boots broken knife Get another"
Boots says, Its of no consequence. Z"
80 the wife shuts her mouth tightly, but
her lip twitchcs nervously.
"Why, Mrs. Pincher, you are the most
iorgettul woman; there's no spoon in the
gravy. Bring one, Sophia"
Sophia fumbles among a lot of broken
ones, and brings short-handled. pewter
spoon.
Cant you fnd better ono, sis !?
But never mind: this ono will do for this
time"
The miserable stingy man! His wife
had begged him to get a decent table
outfit more than dozen tlmes-bcgged
with fearful eyes and choking words
His reply was, They're good enough
for me, and if other folks don't like NY
style, they can keep away"
Again I've seen him and wife at a dry
goods shop. He would tell her to buy
this, that, and the other, for herself or
the children, at the same time giving
her a look which she understood to mean
IF you do buy it, I'll give you lee
ture when we get home" SO the poor
crushed, humble creature makes some
fimsy excuse, or faint prctense of not
being suited.
These arc :Eue pictures, every one of
them, and | could draw as many more.
= Western Rural