Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1891-10-30
A "CHIP.
How 10 Disposed of His Store
and Land to a Corporation.

10 Taliaferros father was poor, his
father had been poor before him, and
his grandfather back of him again. 1t
was in his great-grandfather's days
and through his great-grandfather'
hands that the money had slipped
away from the family. Since then no
one had had the energy to replace it.
ut was too much trouble" said the
Taliaferros, who pronounced their
name "Tollyver.
JOS father did make half-hearted
effort. He wandered from his home in
Alabama up north somehow and ran
nway with old Snyder B. Shines daugh-
ter and only child.
Snyder B. Shines, lumber merchant,
was Maine man who had made his
pile himself and meant to keep it. He
burned his daughters letters unopened
and made new will
''If my money'st to be spent in riotous
living mean to spend it myself" he
said, buttoning up his pockets.
Mrs. Taliaferro burst into tears
when she first saw her new southern
home; then she got up ana put on an
apron and began to clean the house.
This she continued to do until the day
of her death. She never learned to adj
just herself to her surroundings, nor
that it is sometimes good woman's
duty to ignore dirt. She washed, and
scrubbed, and cleaned and was finally
swept out of this world on sea of
oapsuds-another martyr to the great
god of cleanliness.
She left one little boy behind her,
named 10, to the care--or, more prop
erly speaking, to the neglected. his
father.
'Do you see that man?" said the SUI
perintendent of the great Brookville
glass works, which northern capital
had lately planted in Brookville county,
Ala, do you see that man?"-
he was pointing out JOS father. well,
you will never see him doing any more
than he is now Nobody ever saw him
work. He eats, drinks, clothes him
self, has a roof over his head, and
not cent in his pocket. Now, how
does he do it? And there are dozen
like him about here. l tell you the
mysteries of Paris are nothing to the
mysteries of Brookville."
And as we can never permit oul
minds to dwell on subject without
hearing from it again within twenty.
four hours, that same day the superin.
tendent received letter from 10.
The spelling was dubious and the
handwriting shaky, but there was
nothing shaky in the spirit of the com
position.
MISTER SUPERINTENDENT: 1 wud like 6
place III yor employ. 10 FOLLY.
'.P. S.-Taliaferro is to long and quar-"
The superintendent laughed as hi
tossed this evident result of anxious
labor In the scrap basket. The next
week BE received fac-simile of that
letter minus the postscript, to which he
accorded similar treatment, but when
he saw those same struggling charac
ters on an envelope in his mail the thirt
week he opened it with an amused
curiosity;
mister SUPERINTENDENT: wrot you Let
ters and hav no ansar. wod like to be In yo
employ, but kant wait mus git job Pleas
sir anser and oblig. 10 ToLIY."
The superintendent hand with the
paper in it lowered over the scrap
basket Then he drew it back. At hi:
call weak-kneed young man came il
. from the outer office.
Have you room for another boy ou
there?" the superintendent asked
'tYou have. Well, then, write to thi,
applicant and tell him he may come or
trial"
For the first few weeks 10 folly wa,
like newborn puppy out in the work
with his eyes shut. s>'
"You must look about you, folly,
said the head clerk. Now, | started
out with no money, no education, nj
backing, and here am, all by keeping
my eyes peeled"
The clerk with the weak knees strucl
in:
"Look at me, he said. 81 have been
sober, honest, industrious, God-fearinE
man for fifteen years, and not a cent t.
show for il"
10 turned his long, ruddy face anC
bic. irnocent blue eyes from one 10 TN,
other sad said nothing. He rarely