The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1882-09-07
ARP ON CHILDREN.
Grnndfather s;iil Doting on th, ;.IttIe
Ones.
From Mc At,nnta Consultation.

| Children are great trouble and Il
great comfort, too II don't matter how
many there are in family, if one goes
away to spend a week or night there is
vacant place at tho fire side and at the
table and on the pia1o and everywhere
about the house, and the child is missed.
and somehow we don't feel right until the
| missing one comes home. That is n
mighty pretty story about the poor Irish
mother being persuaded to give up one
OF her BARNS to q wealthy lady who had
no children and wanted to adopt one, and
| she cried over first one and then another
and told over all their sweet little ways
! and sayings: and finally gathered them
all in her arms and said: ooh, nv
sweet lady, kind lady, couldn't ye take
one and lave it With l,cw How they do
open tic heats of the parents and give
them something to live for and work for
something that is sweet an innocent
and altogether natural. l have always
ssympathiZcd with those who have not got
them, and can apologize for their being
sour aud stingy and selfish, for its human
natare for the heart to be like vine
unto something, and If there il no child
they tie unto money. The love of
enid bcgets charity and opens the purse.
II Is the handspring Of all industry and
economy and good conduct and all hunora.
bic ambition. The world is working for
the children, and it is our love for them
that puts down lawlessness and crime and
makes us anxious to preserve good GOV
ernment and keep tho peace with nabor,
and states and nations. Let man stand
in great city and look upon the busy
crowd ns they move to and fro and all i'm
hurry, and the secret Of it is they arc
moving aud striving aud toiling for tho
chilureii. Even many poor, miserable
thief who lics in ini or ia serving hi.
term in the chain gang had a motive
away back that the judge nor the jury
never knew of. He was stealing fox the
childr,l. I'm mighty sorry for folks
who have had 'em and lost and never had
any more to take their plnccs. wass
t'ng one night in my piazzo talking to
one OF Gcorgia's noble mcn-a man gift.
ca and eloquent-who once had dear
little girl to sit upon his knee aud fondic
In his arms, but he was now chid!ess and
was growing old-years of desolation had
passed nee her death, but thnt night
my little girl came out in her night gown
10 KISS me coed night, and mistaking my
trend for me climbed in his arms and
kissed him. When she was gone the
strong man bowed his head and went
Ike little child, and have ever since
esteemed him all the more for his ten
derness. Sometimes he is called sour and
selhsh and sarcastic. but know where
his heart is, and that he would ccunt
h"nors and wealth nothing if ho could
but restore his child. had to wl,ip n
dear little boy tho other day ar;,
IT MOST KILLED ME,
and that night he pui lis arm around
my neck and went to sleep 80 lovingly in
my bosom that felt like could never
do it again. I'Ye got all the little chaps
to work now. picking peas in the feii.
nnd they make lively frolic of it.
have promised to pay 'cm for their labor
cent basket full, and have gradual.
ed the sizc Of the baskets to the size Of
the children, SO rs to keep 'em about
oven with each other in the work. They
PICK awhile in the morning and in the
evening, and are getting rich off Of mo
very fast at ten cents day. When they
earn their money they value it all the
moro and wont spend it for trites like
they do that we give to 'em. Money
earned is always better thnn money given,
whether it be :. nuns or n chiid's. 1t
sticks closer and lasts longer. 1t is n
great mistake for n young man to fool
along and be waiting for his patrimony
or for some rich kin to die aud leave him
something. He is a sponge, parasite,
fraud. He can live and die and never
be missed. A man who does not earn
his own living had just as we'll never
been born. But children are not drones.
It's astonishing how much help they are
in the family-how many steps they save
US. They bring the butter from the
spring house and run the sheep out of
the yard aud run over to nabors' to
borry something, or pick the vegetables
for dinner, or catch the chickens, or
make fire in the stove, or pick up chips,
or hunt up aome eggs, or find their
mothers scissors or spectacles, and they
are always as merry, and sing around
and keep us bright and cheerful whether
we feel like it or not. It's amusing to
see how gushingly they take up q thing,
and how diligently they pursue it, and
how suddenly they wear il out aud quit
it for something else. Every day is some
new entertainment. For Wills they
run sling,shots, and then they run cross
bows, and shot all my big nails away be.
fore missed 'em; and then they made
some acorn pipes and smoked rabbit to.
bacco, as they call this
LIFE EVERLASTING
weed, and then they took suddenly to
digging well near the branch, and stock
ing it with crawfish and minners, and
then they built brick furnace and cook.
co their dinner on it, and one rainy day
they all dressed up in grown folks clothes
and para,led around, and it does look
like they have exhausted everything, but
they haveDt-and all we 10 is to look on
anu wonder what kind of fit they will
have next. When their ingenuity plays
out for season, they fall back and en-.
trench upon the branch which is always
a running and always attractive, and
they build dams and futter mills, and
canals, and got their clothes wet and then
80 in washing and hang EN- on the bushes
to dry. There is not frog or tadpole
or snake or minner along this branch
that don't know these boys. Some of 'cm
gets stung 10y bee or wasp o! yaller
jacket most every day or steps on nail
or limps around with stone bruise or
has bile somewhere or falls out Of the
swing 0. OF Of the flying mare or s.nmns
sore toe or cuts finger or tears their
clothes and comes to the house for repairs.
When they have struck new idea they
can hardly take time to eat for they are
terribly In earnest. It's a happy time
with 'em now and wish it would always
be. They are up with the sun every
morning and can say with poor Tom
Hood,
He never rose wink too soon
Nor brought too long day.