The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-01-30
Apples.

Apples.
IHAvE bought two apples from the
train boy. Not because I wanted the
apples very badly, but because wanted
to do something to appease the train
boy. Ever since we left Cleveland he
has been turned loose on the defence
less passengers. He wanted me to buy
all of Matthews books and Taylor's
"World on Wheels" and Between
the Gates" and Rev. E. P. Roe's novel
(under twelve or thirteen titles) and
some fresh California figs, and Abysin-
nian grapes, and Senegambian pears,
and new Siberian oranges and some
candy packages, with a beautiful and
valuable prize in every package, and
some beautiful ivory ornaments made
of ivory that grows on trees, and some
peanuts and English walnut meats and
pecans and fresh roasted chestnuts and
apples.
1 reflected. 1 did not think that I
ought to buy all these things, because
1 have family to support, and 1 am
not as wealthy as Mr.. Stewards bones.
At the same time 1 knew that boy was
going to sell me something if he had to
click me" to make me buy. had al
ready bought newspaper of him, but
a paper doesn't count. Everybody
buys a newspaper of every train boy.
So compromised at last on apples. L
bought two apples; price five cents.
Apples are wholesome, nutritious and
palatable. They promote the growth
of the hair, induce morality, assist di-
gestion. And
They are cheap.
So sat in the pleasant Wagner car
and munched those apples. They were
good apples, as apples go now. There
was a worm in one of them, and don't t
know what there was in the other. 1t
was alive and crawled, but it was not a
worm, and don't know what it's name
was. But these things are not at all
uncommon to apples of all denomina-
tions. These apples ate Sunday morn
ing were, as have said, good apples,
as apples 60 now.
Because, apples are not what they
were twenty-five years ago. l ate these
two apples this bright Sabbath morn
ing, and they filled me up to the chin.
They were rather mealy. They didn't
possess the delicious juiciness nor the
exquisite fruity flavor the apples of the
olden times had. Why, in those elder
days, when 1 wasn't half as big as l am
now, L used to 60 out into an old Or
chard, about three or four miles out of
Peoria, and eat apples from eight
o'clock a. m. until high noon, and then
have hold room for big dinner.
used to get apples then that had the
odor of apple blossoms. Somehow or
other all the apples get now smell OF
the cellar, and most of them taste a
little like potatoes. The smell of the
clover has gone away from them. too.
There is not the remotest possible sug-
gestion of the sparkle of dew on the or
chard grass; no lazy, contented hum OF
| humble bees in the air; no bright notes
dancing up and down in the warm sum-
ner sunshine; no song of the meadow
lark; no far away call of the bob white,
the distant cawing of crow; there are
none of these things about the apples
get now.
don't think, either. there is quite so
much cholera morbus about as there
used to be.
on the C. m. if some man would find me
| an apple like the one that used to grow
on the tree down by the milk house.
think that tree must be dead, or at least
the apples are no longer on the market.
| l. WOulu 1ccI bSSuIOo ohC blCC w % uCou,
and that it was the last of its race, if
did not know that my boy, in nine OF
ten years from now, would find just
! such a tree, with exactly the same kind
| of apples; the same notes in the sun
shine, the same "bumble bees in the
air. the same bob white answering his
whistle I wonder is brown cheeks anG
tangled hair and bare feet and hand.
scratched with blackberry thorns woulG
make apples taste any better to a fel
low nowP
1 don't believe they would. 1 have
seen tangled hair in hash. but it never
seemed to improve it very much.
{" Times amt what they used to bt
any how" the passenger from Ken
lucky remarked, in answer to the wait
ing of the old passenger who wa:
mourning over the degeneration of peo
pie and things. You are right, time:
amt what they used to be. The womer
amt as pretty as they used 10 was, and
the boys are faster; the men don't worl
so hard. and they amt as honest; the
cattle don't come up so early and they
don't low like they used to; they bawl
the sun doesn't shine as bright and the
birds don't sing so sweetly, it doesn'i
rain SO often and the water isn't as sof
as it used to be; the dogs amt as smart
as they was, the sun rises later and sets
earlier than it used to, the days amt sc
long and there amt so many of them.''
And somehow or other the old pas
senger seemed to have a new light or
the subject. And as watched a more
contented look stole over his face,
thought myself that maybe after all
the apples didn't change so much a.
the boy. ..
But will swear that 1 have eater
lots better apples than any train boy eve
sold me.-Burdette, in the HdaCE- Eye.