The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1888-03-22

and disappointed. "And Nathan Huth'
ins, how is be-" ''He is dead too," said
I, "And DR.. Russell and Matte and
John Thompson" call dead a long
time ago, thirty years and more," said l.
The old man seemed to be in a.sad sweet
dream of the past as be once more
inquired, ISIS Billy Nesbet dead, too?"
eyes," said I. "Aud Thomas b. Jones" !"
bowed my head. "Well, what about
John Mills and Bony Mackin and Billy
Baugh and the Austins ?" Gall Dead"
said I.
The old man wiped the water from his
eyes and said, ri knowd all them, and
they are all dead. l knowd good many
more but I reckon it's no use-no use.
Everybody is dead but me-" "Did you
know George Lumpkin," said I. "Of
course did-of course. He's dead, too,
I reckon" "No," said I. "He is live
mana very live man-about as old as
you are, and more active. He is living
in Rome and goes squirrel hunting snd
shoots without glasses. saw him the
other day and he said he could beat me a
foot race and I expect he could" This
comforted the old man and he told about
hunting possums with George and how
George had over forty in pen and fed
them like feeding hogs.
"I used to live over there in Gwin-
nett," said he. 81 moved there from
Athens" He called it Athens with a
long A. II went to school Ito Fulton
along with Howell Cobb. Did you know
Fulton ?" 'No," said /, "but. I knew
his children and grandchildren "Well,
did you know Howell Cobb?" "Ah,
yes" said I, "I knew him WE'LL" The
old man smiled as he said, ri always
loved Howell; he wes mighty kind.
hearted boy; I have played billiards
with Howell, but we dident mean any
harm by it. No, we we're boys then.
Wejust played sometimes-we never bet
anything. Iloved Howell Cobb. I was
sorry when he died. They read it to me
in the papers just after the war. And
what about the Doughertys and Junius
Hill,er~ Gall dead" said I. Then
the old man got back to old Gwinnett
and talked about old Fitzsimmons, who
built the granite Jail, and how seven
Indians we're put in and burrowed out
like rabbits, and how he saw Tom Cham
bers hnng and Captain Germapy's com.
pany go off to fight the Greeks at Shep.
hard's plantation.
How lonely that old man feels. I pit
led him as I trust somebody will pity me
if I live so long. As he left me with
measured steps and slow, Tom Moore's
beautifufiinescame to me; and Ialmost
murmured
aI feel like one who treads alone.
Some banquet hall-deserted-
Whose lights are fed whose Garlands dead
And all but me departed"
How small the world is to him-how
old and J shrunken., How: few are his
wants-the stariff does not trouble him,
and it will not trouble any of us long.
But still we are troubled about the
split and the dissensions in our party.
The Republicans are rejoicing over the
tangle. They couldent make tariff if
they had the power, and I wish our boys
would turn them loose and let them try,
Just to see,tbe fun. They would quarrel
over it worse than wesare doing, butthey
can agree on fighting and denouncing
everything wedo. Then let us quit fuss
ing and agree on something and do it if
the world comes to an end. Our people
up here in. North Georgia are not mad at
all, for the bill as reported, don't hurt
our iron Industries. So let it pass and
pass quick before some feller tacks on an
amendment that will hurt us.
BILL ARP.