The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1881-01-19
ago lie was elected president Of the
Albemarle fertilizer company, which
position he held 1T tile time of his death.
A Wicked Village.

| write this from q country village
containing about 1000 inhabitants. 1t
il q lovely little town, nestled on a side
hill to break of the raw winds OF winter
and the hurricanes OF summer. When
| arrived this morning it seemed to me
as if there could not be Il bad man or a
scolding woman in the village, but four
hours have passed, ana | am q wiser
man. I came here to see old Mrs.
Brown about q pension she wants from
the government, and when we had
finished our business | said: :.
81 see you have four churches here"
Eyes; but we never have any sermons
worth listening to-"
"The men look intelligent and smart. ;
"Humpn! They are regular pokes!
There isn't a man in Farmville who
knows enough to ask boot in a horse
trade"
But the women look happy" pro-
tested.
"Then they look what they amt"
she answered. "Idon't believe there is q
happy woman in the whole village. If
YOU knew Of the awful carvings on
here you wouldn't look for happy
wives"
What awful things do the men do?"
YOU'D better ask what they don't
do! It's q wonder to me that Farmville
hasn't shared the fate of Sodom and
Gommorrow."
"Do they drink" :,
"Do they? Didn't I see even old
Deacon Harris weaving this way and
that as he climbed the hill last evening?
It's a slippery path, Of course, but sober
men don't climb a hill sideways"
DO they gambler"
Gamble! What did Mrs Potts tell me
that her brothers wife told Mrs Davis
not a month ago? Four Of the leading
men in the place were caught playing
checkers for the soda water. That's q
nice example, isn't It'll"
as Mrs. Potts niceP"
Mice! Wig, she's the worst gossip
in town! It's q wonder the men don't
duck her in the mill-pond"
And Mrs. DavisP"
"She's q hypocrite! She'll talk sweet
to your face, and abuse you behind your
back"
"Mrs. George is well spoken Of"
"By whom? I've known her fifteen
years, and l never heard q human being
speak we'll of her! She eats opium and
lies like a trollor!"
"Isn't Mrs. McHenry all right?"
call right? Why, no one can live IN
the house next to her." ,
"The postmaster seems ike a good
man." I ventured to remark.
Good man! Why, my husband al
ways believed he was the very man who
threw a yaller dog down our well! |
don't say that he steals letters, but |
know that when [ sent two three-cent
stamps in q letter to my daughter in
Illinov, she never got it,"
But there must be one good man
hereP" =,
"There must, eli! Well, l wish you'd
pint him out to me. I'd like to polish
up my spectacles and take a good look
him."
And isn't there n fault!ess
woman?"
"Well, I don't want to seem vain and
conceited, because none of us are long
for this world, but I expect I'm the
faultless one you are inquiring after ~
think i shall go out on the evening
train. Mrs. Brown says that every
house and lot is mortgaged, every bust
ness man is ready to " bust" and every
family has at least n scandal ahrEt
them. On my way over to thu 81
Office an hour ago l asked a grocer if he
knew old Mrs. Brown.
Know her !" Why, she's a gossip, 3
liar, a hypocrite and a dead-heas, and
too lazy to change her stockings more
than twice a year.-M. Quad.