The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1886-08-12

wallipus on the plantation. They slipped
off and went in a washing this evening
about four o'clock, when the sun was as
hot as blazes. had promised them they
might 20 in late, when the shadows of
the willows had covered the pond, and
now they say they misunderstood me.
Their backs are nearly blistered, and-l've
good mind 10 blister them little lower
down. I would have done it, but Linton
had lame arm and Carl was running at
the nose. I see lame guinea hopping
around, and it hops very like sling.hot
struck it. They killed pigeon not long
ago and said they didn't mean to hit it,
but was just trying to see how close they
could miss it. ! found my first and big.
gest melon plugged in the patch, and,
though I didn't believe they would do me
that mean, held court.msrtial and took
testimony and looked as fierce and majes-
tic as possible. They declared their in.
nocence and showed heap of wounded
feelings and told how they found our
little darky's knife in the melon patch,
and so the little darky surrendered and
confessed, which never was done BY
darky before and his mother whipped
him from Dan to Beersheba and my boys
we're discharged with honor and the COM
mendation Of the court. Carl is q very
good boy by himself and Linton is good
by himself. Each of them work well in
single harness, but hitch them together
to wagon and they are bound to break
something. I'm going for these chaps
while Mrs. Arp is away. I'm for civil
service reform now. Their mothers are
afar off and I'm the autocrat. III teach
them how to grabble the goobers before
they are ripe.
No, won't either, and they know /
won't. These boys are mighty good to
me. They bring me fresh water from the
spring without being told. They black
my shoes when am going to town.
They follow me around the farm and
help me get roasting ears. They listen
to my marvellous stories with an affection
ate wonder that fatters my vanity. They
borrow my pocket knife. They find my
hat and my walking stick, and help me
dig the potatoes for dinner. They are
good company, these boys, now that
Jessie has gone. I miss "Jessie, the
flower of Dumblaue." She is my special
comfort when l am ailing or have the
blues. She rubs my head and brushes
my backhair and talks so loving and kind,
and always kisses me goodnight after she
has said her prayers.
Mrs. Arp will go to meeting Sunday.
The same old church is there close by
her old home-the church she was raised
in and where she went to class meeting,
and heard old fathers Murphy and Ivy
and Norton talk. The church where
Judge Longstreet used TO preach at quar-.
terly meetings-Judge Longstreet who
used to distress old Uncle Allan Turner,
good old man, because the judge would
play on the fiddle and the flute and wrote
some unheavenly stories in the Georgia
Scenes. Both of these notable men
always found welcome at her fathers
house, and while the judge was discours;
ing sweet music in the parlor, Old
Father Turner was walking the piazza,
interceding in silent prayer for his for
giveness and reform. There were never
Two Christian men more unlike than
they, but they are both in heaven now,
and maybe Uncle Allen has got recon.
ciled to music. We are all a bundle of
preiudices, as we'll as habits, and | am
glad to know that the age in which VIC
live to-day is more tolerant than the last
BILL ARP.