The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1891-09-25
A CHIP,

10 Tahaferro's father was poor, his
father had been poor before him, and
his grandfather back OF him again II
was IN his grea.-grandfather' days, and
through his great -grandfather's hands,
that the money had slipped away from
the family. Since then no one had had
the energy 10 replace it.
1t was too much trouble said the
Taliaferros, who pronounced their name
"Tollyver.
JOS father did make a half.hearted
effort He wandered from his home in
Alabama up North somehow, and ran
away with old Snyder B. Smess daugh
ter and only child Snyder e Shines.
lumber merchant, was Maine mau who
had made his pile himself and meant to
keepit. He burned his daughters let
tiers unopened and made new will.
If my money to he spent in riotous
living, mean to spend II myself, " he
said, buttoring W his pockets.
Mrs. Taliaferrc burs. into tears when
she first saw her new Southern home
then she got W and put on an apron and
began to clean the house. This she con
tinucd to dc until the day Of her death
She never learned to adjust herself to
her surroundings, nor that it is some
times good woman's duty 70 ignore
dirt. She washed and scrubbed and
cleaned, and was finally swept out of
this world on 2 sea of soap suds--auother
martyr to the great god Of cleanliness.
See left one little boy behind her.
named 70, 70 the care-or, moro prop.
erly speaking, TO the neelect-of bis
father
DO ycu see that man said the su-
rerintendent Of the great Brookville
glass works. which Northern capital had
lately nlanted in Brookvillo County. Al.
ALBANIA, do you sec that man '"-he was
pointing OUT JOS father well you
will Fever see him doing any moro than
he is nov. Nobody ever saw him work
He eats, drinks, clothes himself, has
roof eve. his head, and no. cent in his
pocket. Now, how does he do it, And
there are dozen like him about here.
tell you, the mysteries of PARIS are
nn,hing :" the mysteries IF Brookville "
And =. We can never perni, our minds
10 dwell on subject without hearing
from II again within twenty four hours,
thar same day the superintendent re.
ceived letter from 10.
but w wan moth oshe
ing dubious or shaky in the spirit of the
composition.
Mister Superintendent wui like a Plac
IN Sor tmp:oy 10 ToLLY.
-rahaferro is to long and quar-"
The superintendent laughed as he
tossed this evident result Of anxious labor
in the scrap basket. The next week he
r"cived fac s,milc OF that latter minus
tho postscript, to which he accorded 8
similar treatment, but when he aaw those
same struggling characters OIL an envel
ore in his mail the third week he orened
with An amused curiosity.
Mister Superintendent. wrot you :
Letters and hevno ansir ! wod like TO be
IN yor employ but kant wait I mus zit a
1oo. Please sir ansar and oblig
10 ToILy."
The superinte ndents hand With the
paper in it lowered over the scrap basket.
Then he drew it back At his call s
weak kneed young man came in from the
outer Office.
''Have you room foI another boy out
the'ef the superintendent asked. "You
Rave. Well, theo, write to this appIi
can't and tell him he may come on trial"
70, the first few weeks 10 Tolly was
like new born puppy cut in tbs world
with his eyes shut.
You must look about Jou. Toily,"
said the heal clerk. "Now, started
nut With no money, no education, no
hacking, and here I'm, all by keeping
my eyes peeled
fhe clerk witt the weak kuees struck
in:
"J.ooG at me, he said I've been
s2Jef honest, industrious, God fearing
man tor fifteen years, and not cent to
sho~. fni it.
10 turned his long, ru1dy face and big
innocent blue eyes from on" to the other
and said nothing, He rarely talked ,.and
whea he did, it was with deliberate
s,o"ncss which barely escaped drawl.
But he pcndered all that he heard in
- his haaF Fs--a a!a,,arannv, faa- .,--.I'--u1 L;-
pIppydom fell from him and hc became
satisfactory fixture iu the office.
Ine BrookvilIc Glass Works were a
c,nse corporation. They had bought UP
t"o thousand acres about the site Sc.
!e"tcd for their works. Their laborers
c"ei' IN thcr cottages built on their
land; they bought from the company
S''it' anu IN'i uluct laws Oh tnelr III
ectors making.
But there was Naboth's vineyard in
the centre Of the settlement.
The trouble was that old Colonel Jaw
respected his ancestors, aud refused to
listen to any proposition regarding their
sale; for the vineyard" was family
buryjn ground this time.
Ihe superintendent vainly represented
tc him tnat the bones should be carefully
removed.
They are ear:h 10 earth by this time,
az, said Co'onei jay, with stateIiness,
"When / sell that ground, sir, sell
them. So you will not mention it again,
you please, sir"
After Tint, the superintendent, who
expected pistol in every Alabama
pocket, did not care to open the subject
again.
Amt you ever gon' TO sell, Colonel
Gsy:' asked 10
he had padded across the creek