The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1875-11-25
was 1t Chance.
BY ANABEL o. ANpREwsI

of Abiiah Hill, a wealthy lumber
merchat in the town of Hudson. His
mother was dead, and a maiden aunt
kept house for his father. His pro.
fession was that Of a lawyer, but he
had nlbberited his mothers, property;
so it wasn't necessary for him to
practice to obtain his daily bread
Right here all his Temptations com
menced. "For Satan finds some mis-,
chief for idle hands to do" that was
true, a good many years ago, and it
hasn't lost it's truth yet. I know |
always skip descriptions of. peoples
personal appearance, 30 Twill simply
say he was tall, and q blonde. Per
haps you think he looked insipid;
we'll, he didn't if he'd parted his hair
in the middle, and waxed his mous>
tache. The old established citizens
OF II - said he was san idle, ex.
travagant young dog, with good en-,
ough in him somewhere" which good
they wero afraid would die for the
want of proper cultivation. Nor,was
this all; it was rumored that he had
been seen intoxicated the night of
Mrs, Kidler's party. Most of the
young men knew he 'drank a little,
you know, but of course not 20 ex
cess" A man may take arsenic and
not die from it's effect;" but man
who does not take it certainly will
not die from its effects.
l have told you of his bad habits;
30 to be just must tell you some of
his good ones. He was truthful,
generous to a fault, always even tenn
pered, and young man gilmore than
ordinary abilities; but unless some
saving Power intervened, it was
evident to many that he would 90
TO ruin.
Luella Campbell was the youngest
daughter Of five children. She was
a lovely girl. Strictly speaking she
was not beautiful. Her large hazel
eyes, and almost perfect form, we're
her only claim to beauty, and yet
she was called "The Beauty of H."
1t was her pure soul, her loving and
merry disposition, which made her
30, rather than beauty of form or
feature.
Gus and La had been walking in
the woods. He was saying:
$50 it is to morrow night, you
young ladies mako your attack upon
our hearts, and-pocket book2 49,.
eyes," she replied, laughing. "Be
sure you are we'll supplied with
both, you will need all you can mus
ter" ... %.
"What are you to do?" he asked.
80, Pm to be post MISTRESS
there will be q large mail for you,
Gus" 't..t
"Well, is there anything can do
to make myself IpsefplS besides buy
ing waste paper2"
Eyes lots of things, I shall call ION
you for any and everything."" i.'@ .,
Il shall be at your service all the
evening""
They cbatted merrily the remaind>
er of the walk home, where Gus left
Lu, to write letters for the postoffice,
grave and gay, merry and merciless.
She had written q number when she
thought OF Gus, and how much he
needed an earnest appeal from some
one to reform. The idea occurred
to her, "Why not II l might write
letter, and give it to him from the
postoffice to morrow night"
She took her pen and wrote him
long letter, showing him just where
he stood, the danger he was in from
intemperance, and also from doing
nothing. She advised him to leave
II - for time, as he could more
cfectually break off from old associe
atos, and begin life anew. She signed
the letter, "A friend who speaks in
your sainted mothers name" She
sealed it and wrote his name upon il,
SO she should make no mistake.
The evening of the fair was all that
could be desired. The town hall
was brilliantly illuminated for the
occasion. All - was there, for it
was held for a charitable purpose,