The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1888-07-12
YOUTHFUL STORIES OF CHINESE ZEN.
Some Very advance Sheets from Gener-
al Wallaces Coming Life of
General Harrison.
New York Sun.

The white horses of the sun were
planting their weary feet upon the
western marge of the horizon, and sun
set, the red-headed maiden, majestic,
beautiful, clad in multi-colored robe,
skipped gladly on to meet them. 1he
sky was dome of flashing fire, I wooi
of silver and warp Of gold, the cur
rency of our fathers. The Ohio, mother
of many waters, muddily meandered
on, dreaming of the marriage with the
far off Mississippi. An unhealthy
flush, a bilious scarlet tinged the waters
of the imperial stream. Like pharos
of gold the couchant orb Of day bealneu
and streamed over the river; over the
dim forests still full of fierce and badly
painted savages; over the stumps
wherealong the pioneers of civilization
had biazed their periious way; over
the coverts of bear and panther, wild
cat and woodchuck; over fields of North
Bend, aaame with the harvest sown
and reaped musket i'll hand; over the
humble homes Of the settlers.
Before the door of Il lowly log cabin
stood little Ben Harrison. The sun
was golden in his curls. His little
jumper was sneared, his chubby face
was not of the cleanest, but his merry
eye was clear and true. Smoke arising
from an opening in the roof announced
the preparation of the evening meal.
Little Ben was never off the clearing ut
meal times.
A whippoorwill complained in the
four-acre lot. Night was stealing on
apace. A woman's form came to the
door. "Benjamin, Benjamin, you have
eaten up the apple sass. Father'l
attend to you when he gets home"
The boys jacket and face were
slneared with tell-tale remnants of the
stolen feast. His little mouth quivered,
but, nerving himself, he said proudly:
'sMother, I was afraid there might be
a glut in the home market, so / did eat
up the apple sauce. There's plenty
more where that came from"
evidently we have a glutton in the
home market" said the proud father
when he heard the story. The young
protectionist went supperless to bed
that night, but he didn't care. He had
been stuffng himself all day.
Since his nomination General Har-
rison has frequently said that if it had
not been for his early fondness for
apple sauce he might never have been
nominated to the Presidency. Mince
rie or meat pie, Us it was more COM
monty called by the Ohio pioneers,
bread with sugar-molassesa and fapjacks
and honey Were other home industries
in which young Harrison WAS specially
interested.
1t was when the hero of Tjppecanoe
was first nominated for the great honor
which, alas! he was only to grasp with
dying hands. The glorious old chief
was walking one day through tie
streets of Cincinnati, then small and
sylvan village. Pigs grunted and
squabbled in the thoroughflres Of the
future Queen of the West, and the
tender bleat Of the orphaned lamblet,
or the soft, deep mooing Of the juno
eyed cow was heard where now the ear
is deafened by the rush of vehicles, the
tread of multitudes of feet, and the
eternal shrieking protest Of the dumb
walters in the Commercial Gazette
office, that cease not day nor night to
groan and sweat under the eternal up
shoot Of editorial copy.
Happy Cincinnati Of more than fifty
years agone! She had neither beer nor
Prohibitionists. ButthiS is 4 DEPRESSION.
Pardon us, gentle reader; and do thou,
too, pardon us, oh, stately old figure in
blue swallowsail and high neck hand
kercher accoutred, whom we have left
in the streets of the Cincinnati OF 1886,
thy little grandson in bis roundabout
trolling at thy heels! AS the General
that was and the General that was to
be passed an apple stand, the future
nominee grabbed 4 scductive-looking
Baldwin, which lay exposed with i
skin as smooth as Helen's and a promise
of heart more true. Just as he was
making incision into his prize, the
apple woman discovered the rOguery.
She followed the innocent little pur-
loiner with loud passionate outcry.
"Patience, good woman" said the
kind old chief. Here's pistareen for
thee. l know an oil shall teach the
little rogue the difference 'twixt meum
ct tatuna."
"Aye, give it to 'um with will,
Gineral, and God bless your honor, and
much good may it do 'um. The sweet
faced little thief he is!n'
The general walked on slowly until
he came to q little clump of birches.
Taking out the knife with which
Tecumseh's brother, the Prophet, used
to cut up plug tobacco, the General
deity cut off two stout saplings and
stripped them of their twigs and leaves.
Little Ben Harrison looked Very
thoughtful. Slowly the old hero led the
way to their tavern Slowly and with
!. .sinking heart did little Ben trudge
behind his grandSire.
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''Ben, my boy" said the old man TO
the Sobbing and ,Smarting lad, 4 smile
that was half a tear in his stern yet
kindly eye. ''let this be 4 lesson to YOU