The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1878-02-21
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4 30 yTEat ItlF0 10 uo thankful fOF the
goodness knowa. WhHt any one nus TO
bethankfnl for is past my comprehen.
eioh. Here is this miserable old turkey
gorged day after day TO fepletion, putting
on day after day the most uubearabIe
airs, strutting and putting, picking up all
of the choicest bite, always taking his
own sbase, and never forgetting TO rot
mis- neighboys; here he is, bis brilliant
head laid low, his musical gobble forever
silenced, bis gorgeous plumage hung to
destined for a Thanksgiving dinner I
He sEaaSisea ..:.sr4.s77!!s one of ts,;S chosen
his masters fsvoriteI the very autocrat
Of The barn.yard. af
Nov 1t seems to me that the men and
women Of this world are somewhat, in
their own opinion, like this defunct
ieathered biped. The very elite of crea-
{ ton, keps ia. the hollow of the Father's
hand and suddenly flung forth on tbs
rocks and strands Of life; MANNED and
bleeding struggling and dying-wrecked
lost. Wretched old turkey, lift Up
your headless neck, flap your featherlesa
wings.in Thanksgiving to- the hand that
lured you to your death. And you,
Betsy Brown, be thankful for the hard
fate shat left you br0ken.heaFted and
alone. For twenty years you've in
dnlged 40 the same hypocritical preten-
sion Of submission. For twenty years
you've knelt at the Thanksgiving SER
mc5, you've prepared the regulation
Thanksgiving dinner, you've been out
wardly calm and resigned, but in all OF
the Masters kingdom there was not a
fiercer rebel. Resigned? Every drop
of red blood in your veins has turned
traitor to your early teachings.
Roast turkey and plum pudding, bells
ringing, bonfires flaming, and Ike sdumb
driven cdttle," We march uerrily on,
keeping time to the clanking Of chains
which bind us more surely to our misery
than was Prometheus bound"
Betsy" .S}
EYES,; coming, coming. Was there
ever anothar such name? II Is Betsy
here, and Betsy there, until the goodness
knosgE I'd rather hss.e h;eefs called Jezo-
bel, for THAT, a. least, is classically his.
torical. IL Is 3 fearful thing 20 be an
old maid. If it was my own fault
wouldn't complain, but"
"Betsy."
Coming, coming. 1t is tho everlnst-
that irrerreasibie nephew Of mine has
broken third--no i mean has broken a
leg for tho third Time, ORR
Oh, Betsy, Betsy, can't you come
It Is q letter. and it Il addressed to you.
and we are dying to see it.n
All Of this with d sudden opening of
the door, hurried words and Immediate
exit.
a letter. and to MOP,
Yes, yes, Betsy" the door reopeniDg
aRain-and . man has written it,"
Door closed again.
a man write o sletteE to me, Betsy
Brown, spinsteri Well, we'll, that is
audaci0us, certainly" and Betsy Brown
laughed dilnple tinto each Of her rosy
But, Betsy, II J, BbtsyP (the door
sjar. agnin,) at isn't an ordinary letter.
Now, don't drop down all of heap like
poor Mira. Simkins did when they broight
her husband In dripping as 4 rat. and
don't go into. hyHterfcs like Ghad's wife
always does, for really there INIT q tlrop
cS hartshorn or camphor or anything of
the sort in the house, but bear r,iElike---y
Like a mar" nays Betsy Brown bfave-
iy, brscing her broad back o: ,a:nst the.
pantry door, and planting her feet firmly
The letter, my dear
Don't say my dear, that's ominons.
II sounds as though yc:: ;sTfs ;~sTfs pa pT spar ing fiIig
me for sotna tetribie vasalnity. Say Bet.
ny. Loud and sharp, too. MAKO IL
sound like y tonic. Ic it nerve ths.
want7 Just box my cara h,nart,y. tor,
Don't purr, Mande, don,t.n -
5saWel1, thea, Betsy,n the words sroken
shrilly close TO Betsy Drown's 'sr carntsit ia
his writing.R ~ ~
All of f9thefed isdcE, from Betss,a face.
ieryi1g 1t white es tho. wall, ant. the
bSoWis eyes looked fairly black vii. inc
Iss.., sssld exrssss.ssss that essas iGseti,e,s
u fRAy, Retsya Betsy i You are not
s going ttr faint, you that hhvo lived go
6rayely Come, come, old girl, remem-
ber how well you have done. :, Remembers,
what the nA.ld will 6ay.s vYonldn's IL
gossip we'll if it picked your secret from
Hush, hrsh, his writing--let me think
lie didn't die then. He deserted mo.
mourned him as Rachel mourned her
children. / never have replaced him..
IL all the wide world the could be 40
one TO me what hh1tti no ca heen.. Let me
read his letter I,
FDE1n Bless Thank God that y5tis]ive.
Lam home at lsst, ny own, own darling.
to hear q false story OF your proyirIg IN.
tFus 10 your sti'of boy, giving yourself
&c another. Then came long days and
nlonths of hopeless, heart. broken wan.
dering ini strange lands, them fySass of
sbitter a6feitttad lt6sa aafag5 tfi6es on a;
Wild foreign shore, as last release. |
have been true 70 you, and you hayo had
Tho [lzl,y ynsa tosgsaik fts ma. nj. sl.:,1
child what have! ;sfSsi ilf the LONG,
9lows yessgs as tiiay1cs hvs Ifft5 q IVais.
.ine, oh 80 patiently, for q reprieTe, ever
dream Igof my Bess, of my little day-
ling, OF my ilittI wife. Nay I como td. |
night2 hear your glad answer, and |
will surely SEQ you. Yopfg, as ever, 1
\ So r ROBEaT.
Little I5esai Little darling 4 Little
wife r. aaid Betsy Brown, with white iips. |
i was aiyteai tEsti, ssgid Rnhessss ;=.s.ss krs
two yeara older, He IL young vet at l
thirty eight Oh, Robert Roheft. it can |
feyer be r. Little Behs, little darlinr.
little wife, = she repeated, with q tender
geEirg 6os the yoiea on the woris
then suddenly the old ieonical tone re. |
turned, and she ad9ed IIittle Bess. III, i
deed Poor Robert poor, old dear. 1 rel
nelnher,,i and fpinS blush stcIa oyer
Itietsy Rrownis handsonae face. ssI re-.
mem belS hvl' he iliffed me ihp Id his .aEtns
and nelts me Close 90 him, snd how he !
siasc 4 IN rood 6yS over and 6y:sf aresi /
oh, dsaE, We were tysai y5ssY fe9elish peo- /
Pss NV si:ssy 2, ears anfl yeaTs |
'tieoi atld ns heavier nov. Robert