The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1886-09-02

ones nowadays, for she couldn't get any
other kind, but they seemed ashamed of
their occupation and avoid all they can.
They wear their sunbonhets and utterly
refuse to wait upon the table. "The
cooking and eating absorbs u.s." she said,
"and gives no time for anything else.
The stove is always hot, the fire is never
out, while at the North it is but a small
part of the days duties" Now that is a
sensible, candid admission. We do cook
too much and We eat too much, especially
in Summer. We complain about the
excessive heat of these Summer evenings,
and we fan and perspire and take on,
when in fact, it is mainly due to the tired,
cyerworked stomach that is grinding
away to keep UP with the food that is
poured in the hopper. We ought to
have cold lunch for dinner with plenty
of fruit-fruit is the food for Summer.
Dame Nature makes it to ripen for ns
just at the time we need it. Randall
gave us an essay on it that was charming.
You see Randall got left and so did
Davidson. They ventured to take an
evening nap and mapped a little too long;
They hurried to the train and waved
their hats and hankerchiefs and screamed
and shouted most piteously, but the cruel
train just went on all the same. Slowly
and sadly they returned. They cast one
longing, lingering look behind, and then
laid down on the verandah floor. Ran.
dali wept. Colonel Crayton heard of
their desolation, and we went after them.
Davidson was holding up pretty vel! as
he paced the floor with rapid strides, but
Randall had not spoken a word, and the
water was in his dreamy eyes as ne gazed1
lovingly towards Augusta. A wife and
eight children and one at the breast were
expecting him, and there would be a
light in the window and nice supper
awaiting him, and how the good mother
and her BARNS would be disappointed
I thought of Waycross, where I was left,
and sympathized. So we took them up
and assisted them to the carriage, for
Randall was weak, very weak. Colonel
Crayton began his jokes, and I put in
with all my might:
"Rouse up, my Maryland" said l..
1.-THE despot's heel is on thy shore.
His torch is at thy temple door,"
"It is very distressing" said he. at
makes me sick-sick at heart and sick in
body"
"i tell you," said Davidson, "what we
can do. We can hunt yaller jackets
pe,, nest and and fight i it. That's good thing to
"Splendid," said Colonel Crayton.
ITO arms, to arms, for the South needs help,
And craven is he who fees"
Stretching forth my arm, I added
'Thou wilt not cover in tho dust,
Thy cleaning sword shall never rust"
These efforts seemed to bring him to
life. His pallor left him. His eyes
frightened as I exclaimed:
II see the blush upon thy cheek,
For thou vast even brayely meek,
- My Maryland"
Colonel Davidson shook his ambrosial
locks and fred up with recovered vigor
ss1he recited: y -
.'There's faith in the streams, there's hope
IN the hills, .-t'i-- a.
There's life in the old landyet."
What blessing it is that misery wears
out. It wearsitself out. Our wobecome
friends, were soon all right, and as we
walked around among the herd of Jerseys
this war renowned poet was seriously
discussing his ability to fight and conquer
belligerent bull who was paving dirt in
the air.
After tea we!discoursedo children and
how to raise them. Randall he'd discov.
cred many Improvements and novelties
upon the old methods. aud among them
new food for infants which was superior
to the mothers milk, for it was already
digested. He had ordered a case of it
from New York, or o carload perhaps, l
am not certain, and when was appealed
to for my opinion, I said that I was re-.
minded of Dutchman who went about
selling powder to kill bedbugs. "Shust
catch de pedpug and open bis mouth aud
put de power in, said he. "But why not
mash him with your foot" said an old
lady. "Ah, veil" said he, "dat is goot
way, too.'
But we nil had good time at Colonel
Craytons's, and enjoyed his family and
heirgenerous hospitality. My Maryland
and Colonel D. were at the train an hour
ahead of time that evening and waved
their hats and kissed their hands as they
went steaming home.
met Mrs. Arp and Jessie in Atlanta.
They visited all the pretty stores on
Whitehall and looked at thousand
pretty things and bought fan-one of
those palm leaf fans. Jessie looked out
of the window at the Markham house
and saw the line of carriages waiting at
the car shed and exclaimed: "Oh, papa,
do come here and see what funeral pro-
cession." We are home now and have
enough to talk about for month. From
oil ! can learn my wife paraded around
Lawrenceyille like she built every house
and planted every shade tree there and
the whole concern belonged to her.
Jessie says her mother laughed and cried
with everybody she met, white and black,
and when she left the old plantation for
Suwanee station she stopped SO often to
talk with the old darkies who used to call
her "misLis" that the train went off and
left them and they had togo back to the
plt tntation again. She brought.a basket
of beautiful grapes home with her, a
present from Mr.. Gotleb Wanner, OF
Walhalla, German, who enclosed n note
in German text
:"Mrs. William Arp and her youngsters
From a Union soldier of '62-64, but now o
lover of the sunny South andhe people. "
That is right-all right. Mr.. Wanner
is welcome, and we will greet all such
sensible men. Let them come in droves.
Mrs. Arp made no gushing demonstration
over the painted house, but the children
say she is delighted. | notice her finger
ing at the new green blinds and turning
.the lattice, and as she moves around the
room she huns quiet tune, which is a
sure sign of content-a sweet content.
BILL ARP.
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