Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1882-07-27

serves him just right, tool"
H"But his family aro suffering" rejoiued
his wife; sstheso arc sick nnd in need OF
food md mediciuc; should we not help
thcm?
| "No," growled tho farmer, elf ho finds
his neighbors arc going to take care of his
family it will encourage him to spend the
ucxt season as he did tho last. Better send
him to Jail aud bis family to tho poor house
aud IN going to do it, too. I've laid a
plan 10 trap him this very night"
"Now while Tom is reopins tho bitter
fruits Of bis folly is it not tho very time to
help hin to better lifc?" suggested tho
wife.
"a li.tlo course Of law would be the
most effective" replied tho farmer.
''In this case Goals Of FIRE would be
better. Try tho Goals first, William, try
the GOALS first"
Farmer Dawson made 20 reply, but lin-
ishcd his breakfast aud walked out of tho
house with the decided step of QUO who has
made up his mind, aud something is going
to be done.
Ills wife sighed os she went about her
work, thinking of the weary, hcart-brokcn
mother with her sick and hungry babes
about her.
Tho farmer proceeded to examine his
cribs and after u thorcug b search found
hole largo enough to admit man's hand.
'Thcres the leak" he exclaimed, on
[x that" and he went to work setting
trap inside.
Next morning he arose earlier than usual
aud went out 10 tho cribs His trap had
caught man-Iom Socum, the very one
he had suspected
lie seemed to tako no notice of the
thief, but turned aside into tho barn aud
began lleapipg the hangers with hay, sweet
scented tron tho summers harvest field.
Then he opened the crib door aud took out
the golden cars s--:hc fruit of his honest
tuil
All tho timo he was thinking what to
90. Should he try the Goals? The law
was what the man deserved, but his wifc's
words kept ringing through his mind.
lie cmpticd the corn in the feeding troughs,
then went a,ound where tho man stood
with one hand iu the trap.
"llello! neishLor, what arc you doing
hcrc?" he asked.
Poor Tom answered nothing, but his
downcast, guilty face confessed moro than
wlrtls could have done.
Farmer Dawson released the imprisoned
hand, aud taking Toms sack ordered him
to hold it while he filled it with the coveted
srain.
''Thcrc, Tom, take that" said tho far
mcr, "aud after this when you want corn
or for work. need another hand on. the
farm aud will give steady work with good
wages"
"Oh, sir" replied Tom, quito overcome,
I've been wanting work, but no one
would hire nc. Ny family was suffering
and | was ashamed to beg. But I'll work
Tor this aud every car that I've taken, ii
you'll give me the chance
Every well, Tom,' said the farmer,
stake the corn to uil and make thugs
comforatl, ABOUT homo to-day, and to-
morrow wen begin. But there's one thing
We must agree to first"
Ium lifted an iugni.ing gazc.
"Ynu must let whiskey alone" continued
the farmer; you must promise not to
touch drop"
The tca,s sprang into Toms eyes and his
voice trcnbicd with emotion as he lid:
"You arc the first man that's ever
asked ne that. There's always enough to
say Come, Tom, tske drink und I've
drank until thought there was no use iG
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