The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1878-04-04
TIMOTHY WARE. ESQ.
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DIS you passed. alOng-a Wf1nKleu, Keen
eyed, elderly man. Now elderliness, |
take it, is further off from the sweet
ripeness and flavor of old age than youth
itself. To be elderly presupposes some
thinness of blood, some sort of inexpres-
sible poverty Of nature, such as there
seems to be alb about this region where
long, SioxSyihg, uneasy ie iliioeks thss
could never settle themselves; to any
thing j. a .sandy,s incapable stretch Of
thread-bare grass and stuntedS wood
land. se&7->3 #@a fs@7zs ee-e- 8
Itwas not an easy thing to imagine
that just over the south ridge lay a
smiling and fruitful country, a thrifty
settlement 6 Quaker farmers, who held
themselves, perhaps. a little too much
aloof from this sfnhospitable neighbour
hood. sGg3Fs1A8 HCTT5
1t was chill October afternoon, and
the low. SLANT <rayssof the setting sun
looked @ftfrstfvely out from bIue-bfack
ridge of cloud over the garden and the
gardens owner. There had been frost
over night, which had wiped out almost
every lingering yesti geuf, semmer-time
A few elderly beans chung shrinkingly
to their poles instha bleak back ground !;
a scanty patch spf@corn rustled its sere
leaves forlornlY in the wind, with here
and there a punhpkin npening sparsely
between, and turning ont Its yellow 70
tundity to the sun, as resolved to put
the best face on things that possible
while, tall aud stark, q row Of sHnflow-
ers, Tapping auntly above the hedge,
overlooked the despl alton
As old Ware stood there at his gate
and looked about him, with his faded
red cap on his head and his Iank dress
ing-gown clinging about him, he seemed
verify part of the, FROST bitten scene,
illustrating it feebly, like an ill-cut
frontispiece in a badly printed volume.
Yet there was tradition that he had
oncesupbn "a time been the clif figure
in great oncerns 80 lewhere in town,
and tAat ID SOME ffgotten period long
ago the od@Mesithef- beaten ahouse had
Haunted gaylyv in, a, new, coat of paint
and bright green shutters, and was
bright with new carr sand curtains te
welcome coming bride. But all that
was soEfar away now that people had
forgotten the date, and could notsrecall
that they had ever been interested in
any thing concerning old Ware. Z
Tin Ware, Esq, the boys called him
"a nickname based, perhaps on float
ing legend of miser- made wealth slowed
somewhere away in the loose clap
boarding of his tenement, or perhaps
intended briefly to bear testimony to
the value set upon him in the commu-
nity-Tin Ware, Esq, was not popu-
lar man among the lads of the village.
They had a persistent inclination to boot
him, to gibe at him, and to torment his
lean, ill-tempered dog, which followed
his master everywhere with snarling
and objectionable faithfulness. The
boys, considering all these things, felt
themselves called upon to .vindicate the
claims of justice by robbing old Ware IS
orchardsand breaking .sinto his melon
patch. Things il this wav were brought
to a sort efabalance. 9 myself saw one
day, as l passed his fence, huge char
coal plaeard, reading thus y
- B. Wareof the DAWG. SIS
And many bare-legged youngster,
have no xdeubt, hiasapickering in the
hedge at ght of did Ware slowly
decipherinx he sersW1n wrathful spec
tacles.
But very aaIdes the boys ever
troubled the man with attentions,
either for goS "A He seemed to
have slipped 0m mind of both man
and fate-an slzer 6l1riveled old figure
whom Time erptten to dignity
WIN He s5 Io9k I'd IA the road
keenly with - sye,.not as a
man who exp ed ar hinp On any
body, but sinsp4y because 70 as his
habit to look sharply. And vet as this
northeasterly glance swept. the. .road,
there came along it something far from
unpleasanteto look .upon--a gray figure
IN Quaker bonnet. There would have
been smile of welcome in almost any
body's eye, as the plump, quiet Quaker
lace OF Rebecca Rhodes approached, but
not q spark kindIedsin old Ware,s fifnty
gray orbs. - s.F..
Bebecca's well kept acres lay Just be-
yond him, oversthe south ridge, and all
about her farmhouse was trim and
tidy; cleantaHd zwholesome,aas Rebeeea
herself. 1t must have been the love of
CO contrast that brought her in range of
Ilmothy's dhapidated surroundings !;
but OF all living things in the.vnlage
Rebeeea alene had a good word for him,
and stopped of an odd afternoon now
and then TO wish him good-day over the
gate. D. l. 8s7ss% a
81 have brought thee aloaf of sweet
bread, neighbour, said She. lid an
uncommon good baking this week, and
thought thee might not take it aniiss
to try loaf. = She held forth in her
white plump hand snow-white napkin.
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