The clarion., 1885-02-04
Kitty Waggoner at Edwards.
EDwARDs, MISS. Jan. 1881


Ny DEAR ALEES: had'n mt much more than
taken my seat in train en- route for Ed
wards this morning before l was served
with the funniest take off" that has greet
ed my ears for some time.
Two ladies entering the coach after me,
took possession of a seat just in front
Across from them lay a copy of The CLAR-
ION, which one Immediately secured.
Who on earth,' said she, glancing over
the paper, 'can this Kitty Waggoner be,
and what is the aim and object of these
letters any way? 1 declare it is more than
| can see" 1T would require a Philadel-
phia lawyer to see that, ''rejoined the other,
for even 1 can't" (remark the self-ten-
dered compliment. Il wonder" continued
the first, why she Is writing up all these
old towns around here. She certainly has
not travelled much, and thinks her little
peregrination is going abroad, and the
world should hear of it, That is ever
the way with geese who find green blade
of grass, or hen that lays an egg-they've
got to cackle their throats dry about itr'
And then she adjusted her bangs, and her
eyeglasses to inspect patch of cultivated
(or should I say uncultivated)s dudes
across the way. My dear, if the pas
sengers just back of me only had noticed
they might perhaps have taken or mistaken
my ears for some newly invented flame
heating apparatus, so fercely did they
seem to glow. OF course 1 enjoyed the
joke-'twould never do to say l did not
but l was grieved, I was saddened to the
core to think, that so much of my ammu-
ton had been fired in vain. There, don't
Please don't say l couldn't have expected
| other result, firing with blank cartridges
haf yunnlH hnr m Ifv M
much, yet wasn't it bad to have such a
damper thrown upon my young and ardent
spiritsf As for my writing up these old
towns-could l do anything better than to
waken them up to their own merits? Dc
| they not form part of our great South
that is itself waking up: industrially, fac
| torially, commercially and intellectually
And these old towns" though not tc
fame eternal" known, have they not still
their grand passions, their sublime hero
isms, their moral discipline, and rigid en-
| forcement of civil laws, their social obi
| cations and tender charities as remarkable
as the god of circumstance weaves about
other places of greater magnitude? Would
| had the magic pen of genius to write
up these old towns" as they deserve.
But of Edwards! l am sorry the day Is
so gloomy shall not be able to find out
| naIf the good tnlngS ABOUT IL. Iue oay
would certainly be most unenjoyable were
it not for the efforts of beautiful brown
eyed friend whose wit is so keen, whose
imaginative turnings are so graceful, ano
whose versions of human nature so dis
scriptively amusing, am compelled tt
admit l am enjoying it.
She tells me Inournfully, however. tina
| the ''boys of Edwards are not half way
performing the duty incumbent upon then
as gallants, and that a wedding is as sensa
tional as a divorce! What is the matter
young gentlemens Or should 1 say wha
is the matter, young ladiesf
This is the home, / believe, of Mr.. L.
N, who introduced himself to US in ten
der, sweet little love song in the Courier
Journal. and of whom l have since hear'
wise lips prophesy high attainments in tn
future.
But must bid goodbye" to my charm
ing little friend, bright blossom of Ed
wards, with her eyes like stars at night, an'
to you for while.
gleam in the skies,
/ Like smile in your eyes,
lends the hope that may leave this even
ing for Raymond, and perhaps / shall stol
in Clinton the eve of my departure TO
New Orleans.
TruIv KITTY WAGGONER