The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1890-02-19
LOVE GROWN OLD.
A Pretty Story Of a Couple Who Did
Not Forget Their Youth.

lantry and thoughtfulness of the
young lover manifesting themselves
in the husband of threescore and ten.
The writer remembers being at a lit
tie country railroad station when a
whitehaired old man and a woman
almost as far along in years drove up
to the door in an Anticipated buggy,
to which was attached a horse long
past its youth.
Shabby as were the old mans turn
out and garments and simple-minded
as he seemed, his bearing toward his
aged wife was courtliness itself.
Don't try to git out o. the buggy
until | hitch old Ned an help We" he
said, as he slowly climbed out.
He stumbled backward and almost
fell when helping the old lady out, so
that she came to the ground rather
heavily.
Didn't hurt ye, did it, map he
asked, with tender solicitude, II don't
know What made me SO clumsy and
keerless.n
Then he brushed the dust from her
dress with his red cotton handker-
chief, and carefully righted the bon
net that had become awry during the
TlQe 10 Tile StdtsOu.
Now you sit right here, ma, an I'll
see to things he said, as he led her to
a seat in a shady corner of the room
and made it comfortable with the
shawls she carried. When he returned
he said
Don't feel any skeery bout goin'
off alone, do We, ma? I've wished a
hundred times / could go, too, but
you know we can't both leave home
at this time O. the year, an ] amt
skeered but you'll get along all right.
Aaronll meet you sure when you get
there, an don't fail to have him drop
me a card right off, lettin' me Know if
you're all right
Just before the train arrived he
came over to where | was sitting and
asked me where | was bound fer.
For NJ l replied.
You don't sayi" he said gleefully.
"Well, mebbe then you wouldn't mind
lookin' after my wife a little. She's
goin' to M, too. Called there
student by the sickness of our daugh-
ter Harriet. She ant travelled alone
none, an / feel real guilty lettin' her
start alone now, but it ant SO that we
kin both go. / know it ant but forty
miles, but I'll feel easier to know that
some one'll tell her when she gets
there an help her off the train, mebbe.
She can't see so very we'll an her
hearing amt none too good"
| gladly agreed to give the old lady
all necessary assistance, and the old
gentleman was profuse in his thanks.
l had taken quite a load off his
mind, he declared.
He kissed his wife goodbye two or
three times when the train came in,
and stood on the station platform
waving his red handkerchief as it
moved away, while the old lady's
handkerchief futtered from her win
dow in loving response until the sta
ton was quite out of sight Youths
Companion.
A Phenomenal Season.
The present season has, without
doubt, been a phenomenal one, to
judge by the display in the shop win
dows. Fine embroidered robes of the
sheerest kind of material, suggestive
of sultry summer evenings, have taken
the place of furs and winter wraps.
Many of these last have only served
to grace the inanimate form of the
model, and some have not even been
brought out. The days have been few
when a heavy wrap or fur cape would
not have felt burdensome. The bright
woman who contemplates a new cloak
for another winter will look about her
now and purchase for two-thirds, il
not one-half, what the same wrap
would have cost two months ago. The
general inclination is to do the best
with a certain sun as n possibly
can, and many forehanded women,
who are prone to study ways and
means, watch and wait for reduction
sales, which are sure to come after the
rush of first choice, which fair DANES
with generously-filled purses are SO
eager to obtain.
A Touch-Me-Not Pitcher.
About five miles from Aiken, SC, ON
the Charleston dirt road, and in sight
of the railway, is a little place that
was first christened Pole Cat, but
the French for that odorous little
animal. Many years ago a young
woman came with her pitcher to draw
a bucket of water from a well at Mont
morenci, and set the vessel in the hol-
lowed top of a stone post that ONE of
the railroad men had moved there.
While drawing the water a flash of
lightning came and struck the chain
to which the we'll bucket was at
tacfled, and the woman was killed in
her tracks. Her remains were re-
moved, but the pitcher was left just
where the dead girl had set it. To
this day the pitcher remains in the
same place, and SO far from being re-
moved it is said that no living hand
has ever touched it ave its owners,
although near the side of the public
road. But the most wonderful thing
is the superstition attached to the
pitcher. There is an indescribable
influence surroundingit that prevents
it's touch.
Hundreds of people have gone with
the firm determination of lifting the
pitcher, but when they approach it a
strange repugnance come over them,
and they hurriedly depart without
carrying out the object OF their visit.
One night q bully in the n%eighbor-
hood, while under the influence OF
whiskey, made a bet with some friends
that he would go and bring back the
pitcher. He left, to do SD, bit soonTe-
Eturned as pale as a sheet and empty
handed. Boys, he remarked, mo
Eperson alive can lay hands on that
pitcher. andHI wouldn't attainpt 1t
again for the whole of Aiken county