The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-02-03

sweet baby tones, "Miss Lou, have
Tanta Taus tum2" "No, Lula" l re-
piled, "and moreover he will not come
until you go to sleeps" and when I
beheld the frantic efforts she made to
keep her eyes closed, laughed heart
lily, and for her sake woocd the COM
ing of the god Of sleep. Then I sat
down "alone with my conscience" and
not having anything in that line to
worry me, I became automatically
hungry, and having eaten oranges, I
concluded these were too much like
food for the gods; then regaled my
self with salmon salad, chow chow,
biscuits, thon cream and rice custard
.whereupon feeling Of intense salts
faction came over me, and l felt like
getting up a torchlight procession.
When 1 first reached hero the wealth.
or was so cold that I sighed for the
balmy air of Gum Creek, but now
this rare cold atmosphere is doing
marvellous things for me, in acting like
stimulant upon my sensitive, nervous
temperament, and I am so braced up
that 1 feel as If had found the tabled
stream of "Poncc dc Leon" Not only
out of sympathy for me, but being
just proud Of his landed estate and its
reputation of health, Mr.. c. in
duced me to make habitual use of quiz
nine. and [ have thereby bade an cter-
nal farewell, trust, to chills, the bane
Of my life; and when tell you of my
gaining four pounds week III avoirdu-
dois, pray you let all remembrance
fade away Of the pallid damsel who,
three moons ago, returned to her ma
tive air disgnsted with her ten days
stay in Gum Creek and the Dooly
county chills and frog ponds. some
times enjoy the position and honor Of
carrying the keys, but haunting mcm-
ories Of that line in "Lucille" come
up
Civilized man cannot live without cooks
when I remember a recent woful
day when the cliefest of our house.
hold blessings-a splendid cook-was
absent, and one of her church sisters
and manipulated villainous COM
pound dubbed with the cognomen of
humble pie-but alas alas the sister
must have been to blame, for still
boast Of by culinary skill Yet OH
that pie, I cannot, dare not forget, and
shall never, no never, even meet q
chicken without making all apology
as any lady would to the whole tribe.
Yes, that pie was horrible, exccrable,
and was forcibly reminded of Mark
Twain's receipt for New England pic,
closing, "SerUe cold for breakfast and
amvite your enemy." 1 am happy,
however, to state that, notwithstand-
ing that pie, the whole family are still
here and in their usual health, and as
they are all very genteel, very well
bred, they have tende,Ey (2) laid to
rest all "reminiscences of that pie.
HINa Il Co. L.. II.
jingle Of Mother Shipton's rhymes and
the calculations of star gazers and
scientists, was ushered in by the most
perfect SHOW storm. The flakes came
tiniidly down at first, then
''Ihe sky saddened with the gathering
| And thro' the hushed air came the whit
ening shower,
TIL at last the flakes fell broad and wide
and fast,
Dimming the day."
and no sound broke the stiffness of the
winter scene save the fitting of the
! birds as
From spray to spray as e'er they shook
The pendent drops Of ice,
Tinkling upon. the witherod leaves be.
and when the sun arose the second
day, and, like lthurie's spear, touched
the. scene into glory, and seemed to
wake the landscape into life, then all
tho dormant poetry in my nature was
aroused, and I longed for the genius
OF Raphael, or even Rosa Bonl. ear,
that might transfer the scene i'm it's
passing beauty to canvass, to live for
ever. Then in my unsclfishness nv
thoughts sped homeward, far, far
away, In longing that Mills and G George
and dear bright-eyed little Morgan
could be here to enjoy it, in their wav.
The hillsides, studded with dark
green pines, and these covered with a
net work of sleet that glittercd like
molten silver, all seemed in q holy
Sabbath rest, and / family appreciated
the sentiment of Coleridge, that drew
forth his famous Hymn jh the Vale of
Chamouni, and this, perhaps. has iio
greater beauty, but historic interest.
AS stood at the upper windows, gaz-
ing down upon the snow-covered
ground, and watching the animals
shivering in the cold, I had q kind of
tenderness for them, and for the milk
maid, too-(there was no swain sre-
sponsive as she sang ')--for was then
regaling myself with cream, sugar
and snow, and thanked my stars that
after all I was human and sheltered
from the cold, and could we'll persuade
myself that snow was fine thing in n
tnmblef, with such accomDanimcnts
as those mentioned.
AS the sun was bidding us good
night, the trees on tho hillsides were
bathed III pale rose, color-a reflec-
ton from sunset-and upon these trees
lay delicate tracery, like the spirit of
the frost, which seemed to make them
fit home for fairies, and in gazing
upon this scene Of wondrous beauty, t
knew that there was Deity ruIiiig
supreme above his works and laws,
and that God and Power are one. and
that grandeur is the attribute of Ma
tnre--and we can well believe that He,
with subli,nest skill, has traced earth's
beauties with an nnerring pencil.
The twilight came gliding up from
the grave of the dead day, and the
very hills seemed to bask In the mel
low radiance, and now made fit home
tor the stars that seemed flashing from
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