Stephens City star. (Stephens City, Va.) 1881-1883, 1883-04-28

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to him l said:
"That bird seems to know you."
"He is always waiting for the male"
he said.
"And always get something, I
fancy"
always. rarely have a passenger
and so talk to the birds and squirrels,
glang, g'lang! l regret haven't a
better horse-g'lang AS my constant
urging must annoy you, g'lang,
glangp'
"You do not whip him."
"Never. But often think Sancho
Panza's Rosinante, like the Wander
ing Jew, is still on earth. =
."And this is hep"
"This is he without tloubtp' -
Just then he drove through piece
of woodland full of music. He said:
"IIow truly Mary Hewitt voices
ones feelings in her poem:
Come ye into the summer woods! But no
mortal pen can
Tell half Che sights of beauty you may
| eee.'"
loved to hear him talk. His
Language was pure, his anecdotes re-
| fined, his quotations from standard
authors were frequent, but brief and
to the point. 81 81 ~
"Who can he bep' asked myself
again and again. At farmhouses he
stopped to give packages, from a
mended scythe snath to gold brace
let. And whenever good woman
ran out and called, he took her wishes
in a note book, with all the courtesy
ana bearing of a thoroughbred gentle
man. t'f
l took the liberty to glance at the
book. The writing and spelling
showed him to be man of educa-
tion. ft tfsf ffftItHf
"Will not SO many stops prevent
your making tlme?" asked.
"Oh, no! I am not obliged to be at
---- until IL NJ, and 1 started two
hours earlier than the old driver did. u
/ ''In order to. oblige the farmers
along the route?" asked.
"In part; but Pope says, 'Self-love
and social are the same ! love the
morning air, love to speak word tc
the good people, to break the dead
monotony of their work-day lives by a
bit of stirring news. Truly, these hours
on the road are the pleasantest of my
life"
"You are never lonelyr"
"Neverl With God and nature can
one be lonely?"
A gentleman, with fine pair Of
blood horses passed up, and they ex
changed cordial greetings. The driver
said:
ga woman, who had worked in thu
family Of that gentleman's father fol
many years, he took care of the las
ten years. She had become helples
and nearly blind, so when she die,
last month she was past mourning
for. After she was. made. ready TO-
burial and laid in the parlor, q well
dressed stranger called to see her. IL
was told she was dead. He said h
had not been east for thirty years, ant
would like to see her. He stood a few
minutes looking upon her, and theI
bent down and kissed that cold, brown
wrinkled forehead, and left two grea
, tear drops on it, and with chokin.
, voice said:
, "My mothers dearest friendp'
After a moment the driver turne'
= to me and said:
"Do you suppose those friends knew
each other when they met? ?"
II am sure they did" said.
, "It is question I often ponder
, My wife died when she had just passe
: into full and beautiful womanhoot
She had touched her thirtieth year, an
| I was but little older, in the vigo
of my manhood. She is now in th
! freshness of her womanhood with tn
a eternal freshness of heaven. If, a
Milton has it, From the lowest deep
lower deep still opens, so, from tn
q highest hight u higher hight mus
q rise; and she, who was purity itsel
4 must be purer now. And we gro'
a like those with whom we mingle, an
j she, so lovely here, has been fc
4 twenty-seven years the companion {
s angels How glorious she must b'
g Will she-.can she know me there?'
n Almost my first question on reacf
Q ing my friend was:
:. "Who is that driver?'
: 81 have not the honor of h
acquaintancep' she laughingly aI
swered. :.
81 havep' said.
So soon as the post-wagon drove OF