The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1870-06-15
From Poneroy's New York Democrat.
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT,
SWINGING ON THE GATE.

" A~NNA-'N Wv ANA N-AA 31s
Another week nearer Home!
Another blessed Saturday night
added to the triumphs of Eternity
as it has been snatched from time
The lover thinks he is one week
nearer the day when she will be
his to love forever, while the sweet
heart thanks God that one week
more has gone from her life of
hated unfulfllment! The sick suf-
ferer who is expecting death
thanks God that another seven
day vail has been removed from
before the door we all must enter
once, and wonders if another week
will be all for earth Or 4 part for
Heaven.
Tonight we walked homo, for
the cars were crowded. We were
thinking of the labor we had done
since last week went and this one
came. There were so many let-
ters written-so many columns Of
editorial written-so many requests
granted and so many refused-so
many made glad, and so many
disappointed, just as it is in life
each day you know. And we
were thinking and wondering how
many thousands, or hundreds Of
persons in. the land would read
this Saturday Night what we had
written and printed since last we
closed the labors OF the week,
wiped our pen so clean, and placed
it on the little rack to rest against
the morrow.
AS we walked along we saw
leaning over a little iron gate in
front Of q neat brick house q pref
ty chubby-faccd boy, as if waiting
for some one. Looking to a Win
dow, we saw a middled-aged wo-
man sitting thereby with a paper
in her hand, as if reading.
"Hello, little captain! You are
the boy that has red checks and
bright eyes! What are you doing
out here in the cold?"
II am looking for my papa !"
"Where is he coming from ?''
"Down town, sir, and he comes
afootm
"What is your name?"
"Bob5y."
, "How old are you?"
Five years, so my mamma
says!"
"Wherc is your mamma p
at the window! Don't you see
her? I can :"
ooh, yes-that is her, sure G.
nough n'
"Yes!'
"When does your papa come"
"He always comes noW! And |
am waiting Sor him, and so is man.
map
"Well, Bobby, you are a nice
little boy. DO you love your pa
pa?"
eyes, sir"
"WelI, he will come pretty soon.
May be he is stopping to buy
something to bring you?'
II know bic is-and he'll kiss
me when he comes, and he'll kiss
mamma, too, cause he always does,
and I kiss him, and mamma kisses
him, toon'
"Well, Bobby, hadn't you better
run in whore mamma is, and look
out of the window till papa comes?
it's cold out here"
"No, sir-I don't want to He'll
come, for he always comes now !"
Just then, down the little one
sprang from the gate, pushed it
open and then scampered down the
sidewalk few rods to meet the
one he had been waiting, for, and
who he knew always camc nowi
Perhaps some of you saw him,
lie was a well-built man, clad in
honest garb. His cap fitted close
to bis head-his coat was closely
buttoned-he caught the little boy
to his arms and kissed him-then
let him down and walked along
with a proud, firm muscular step
like a monarch among men. No
wonder the little boy swung on
the gate-no wonder the wife sat
looking out of the window for bis
coming. He held the hand Of the
little one who trotted along by
his side. AS they came to the
gate, by side Of which we stood
carclessly, the woman at the win
dow arose and walked to the door,
the man passed by-little Bobby
looked at US with a smile and
said
II told you he'd come!"
They passed into the house, and
we came to ours.
The man did not notice Us. Per
haps he never heard Of us-perbaps
he has. 1t may be he is a man
that hates US, and says bitter
things against US. Well, never
mind-he is good to his little boy
he is good to the one he loves,
who is mamma to little Bobby
he comes home Saturday night
with full, proud, firm step-he
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