Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1888-09-01
From Kentucky.

DEAR CHRONICLE: frustrating in search OF
recreation, health and pleasure near the home OF
my infancy, have for a wonder found the things
l sought.
Last Sunday week ago, in company with
friends, attended a baptizing in the country At
the hour which is called high noon by fashionable
society in the city, these primitive people gath
cred near the dark and murky creek, whose sullen
waters dashed menacngly on; but undlsmayed,
the good man of God, like Aaron OF old, with his
rod in his hand sought to fathom the depth OF its
dark mysteries. A place of burial was found, and
one by one ten believing souls were led from the
waters brink down into the yielding wave Among
the number | noticed gray-haired woman whom
| had known when child as a leader in fashion,
able society in far-away city. How strange are
the ways of Providence! Broken in health and
wealth. bereft of friends, gray-haired and DID, she
found "the peace that passeth all understanding
in place far distant from the scenes of her tr-
umphs Like curtain the years dropped away
and the past and present clasped hands. And
felt that she had been led by ways that appeared
dark, that were unseen, ssto pleasant paths OF
peace"
Upon yesterday I attended meeting held at
Zion. The country folk came from far and near,
the attraction of the occasion being the funeral
ovation of two brothers deceased. The crowd as
sembed under the shade of the trees, where tenn
porary seats had been placed for comfort and use.
The minister, an old gray-haired Methodist, arose
and from slip of paper read that "Bro. Tom -
had had three wives and two of them were sisters;
but now he was dead and gone, and he believed
he was at rest. His age he did not know, but it
was thought he had been born in October, 1915.
''Bro JIM not so fortunate as Tom, had had
but two wives; but somehow he had suffered un-
told misery, which by death he had escaped, and
now slept the sleep of the just in the old church
yard close by. From some cause Or another, a
good sister got happy and declared her readiness
to fly away to the sun-brght climes, "where con-
gregations ne'er break up and Sabbaths never
end'
My friend away up in Michigan, whose regrets
that she has listened to the last sermon of the sea-
son have found their way to me in my retreat
"aong the cool sequestered vale of life" through
the columns of the CHRONICLE, and hasten to
invite her to pack her valise and turn her face
southwark "where streams of mercy flow" but,
dear soul, she will find good wherever she goes.
Before leaving this good friend wish to assure
her that the hustle is not one of the lost arts.
That some things, like justice, Sleep but never
die. The hustle lives, it moves, it grows. In the
hearts of my countrywomen it is treasured treas
ure trove, and one had just as well try to initiate
Mrs. Darlington in her efforts to sweep away the
Atlantic as to stay the busy hustle in its onward
move; at least | am thus impressed while sojourn-
ing in this part of the world where watermelons
grow in the farmers field and are eaten with great
dispatch, but swifter flies the melon collie upon the
melons track. Yours truly, ADAM DEAN.
"SUNNY HILL" NEAR RUssELLvILLE, Ky. August 1885.