Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1889-06-12

ever YOU go; nothing hut waste and OK.
travagancc. All the laborcrs crying out
about low wages and starvation times,
and IL YOU believe me. when l went in
to Hobbs cottage last Thursday nj !
o'clock. just to tell him that one OF his
boys had been caught with his pockets
full i'm Jackson's orchard. there they
wero. the whole seven Of EN-. eating hot
buttercd tolst! You seem to bc EN- low
inS yourselves. said /. and butter n,
one and thrccr And il yon believe me.
squire. they all burst out laughing at
this: and Right You arc, Bartle. saws
old Hobbs. with his mouth full of toast
right You arc: and why shouldn't
wc.-wili ee have piece! No
said /; i can't afford to eat
mc.ed butter in these times: and
IL your boy isn't laid up tomorrow. after
sorging himself with sour apples. let me
know. Well. Bartlc. we'll In. sure To
let you know; and we'll tell old Bol,s to
send in his bill to you There, squire.
that's the way they waste their money.
and II that hoy doeen't get n month on
the trcadmill before long my namc Isn't
lSartle, that's ALL"
by this time wc had cot to
the edge Of the wood and were
turning down into the lane. and
ana Us l had more than enough of the
old grumbler. | made mp my mind to
get rid Of him. Good night, Bartlc.r
said l-''good night. For Gods sake,
don't bother yourself any more about
old Hobbs and his bo;s. IIv is a hard
Iv-
good To his wife too. And Ms for the
apples, the boy only got n couple after
also jackson told mc-and good
ropes ending into the bargain
And so. ut last, after n final grun,hl.
about Hobbs mothcr-n-law and a pair
OF shoes which she had got at Murridyc's
and never paid for. we shook hands and
parted; lie across the meadow down to
his own cottage, and saiuitering on into
the village. And here fell i'm with nm
other of our old men, OF totally differ
ent LOOK. manner and speech-Jim Sam
son the blacksmith; sturdy, we'll built
fellow OF 60, with sun burnt. smutty
face and pair OF sharp gray eyes that
crlmmed over with fun. His days work
was over; he had shut up his forge and
"aS JUST going nome 10 t?I
"Sarvant, sir" says Samson. "IIope
you're pretty well, sir, after dose of
Ellie: | see you a-coming down the
cope together, and | says TO myself:
'Squire's G-catchin' Of it now and no
mistake Old Partlc's bin on tho ram
page sll the marning and ready to bust
about that there drain W street."
s.vTnl Sor,~o~ iii
dos this time, and good one, too"
"Krowcd you had. squire. the minute
SAW your face. Why. bliss &c. flesh
and blood can't stand it. It's my belief
squire. that there old chap have a-swal.
lowed the east wind and il haven't
agreed with i'm. He've a-got the bost
eye for dirt of any chap l ever so,
eyes on"
Swallowed the east wind!' said [
why SO. Samson"
why, how else could ho 90 on rs ho
do? From marning to night. from one
weeks end to another, it's nothing but
grumblo. fdgct and growl. First, it's
the dreadful accidents. the f,rcn. and the
murders: then it's the fever and the riots
in Ireland; the paupcrs. the jails, and
the strikes. Everythings going wrong.
and there's no good news anywhere
Why, bless &c. he come into my foryo
the other marning, and what's he do but
begin foraSing about among my tools
anu putting en- to rights; making 'en
tidy. he says, and upsetting things to
that degree that every bit a. fire went
out Of the Goals and put me all Of II cold
s.yr ,ff 10 Ii
Get away out into tho sunshine there
and take good drink q that, and see il
you can't clear all them cobwebs out of
your brains. And with that, squire.
away he goes out Of tho place like a mad
March harc!
We'll done, Samson said I, "welI
Gone! IL he would but take your
advice. that wretchcd old croaLer
would be different man in month.
instead OF nuisance 10 himself and all
his noighbors. Good night, Samson
fIow's lho ind?'
West, sx-wost to everybody In tho
place but old Bartle.-But ho kecps his
own wcathcrcock, ho do, and his nothiu'
but east by northeast and dirty wealth
or. It's pity such people was ever
born."
- wondcd my way home through
the wood and watched the soft mellow
sunshine glinting down among the tall
trunks of ruddy beech. and lighting up
Tho green pathways with patches of
golden splendor. 1t seemed pity indeed
that Cuch miserable failures us old Ellie
should exist tn mar tho beauty and
iuacc Of The whole scene
Tho smiths words were true words: Il
docs seem mistake that "such pcopIe
ever was born" Perhaps. In his heart
that miserable old bachelor himself in
rlincs to the same way Of thinking NJ
iincs aud hc too. imaginos that Tho
world would have been bc;tor without
him IL SO. aud hp should feel TEMPTED
20 write lie own epitaph. | can save him
rom all further trouble on that score. I'm
he words Of wise man and n wit OF
'onic two thOusand years ago CEpichar-
rus Episranlmata Gracag
~ seventy winters end died.
cherries Icing. sOio ADD sad
The nupiiai ku d. never tied
aud wish ny latter never hat
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