The Opelousas courier., 1891-10-31
A CHIP.

was IN MS gTeab-SranQIabnefS lays, ana
through his great-grandfather's hands,
that the money had slipped away from
the family. Since then no one had had
the energy to replace it.
cit was too much trouble" said the
Taliaferros, who pronounced their name
aTollyver.n
JOS father did make a half hearted
effort. He wandered from his home in
Alabama up North somehow, and ran
away with old Snyder r. simess daugh.
ter and only child. Snyder B. Shines,
lumber merchant, was a Maine man who
had made his pile himself and meant to
keep it. He burned his daughters let
ters unopened and made a new will.
ssIf my money'sto 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 and put on an apron and
began to clean the house. This she con-
tinued to do until the day of her death.
She never learned to adjust herself to
her surroundings, nor that it is some
times a good woman's duty to ignore
dirt. She washed and scrubbed and
cleaned. and was finally swept out of
this world IN a sea Of soap-suds-another
martyr TO the great god Of cleanliness.
She left one little boz behind her,
named 10, to the care-or, more prop
erly speaking, to the neglect-of his
father.
DO you see that MANI said the SUI
perintendent Of the great Brookville
glass works, which Northern capital had
lately planted in BrookviIle County, Al
ALBANIA, .sdo you see that man a-he was
pointing out Jos father. ssWsIl you
will never see him doing any more than
be is now, Nobody ever saw him work.
He eats, drinks, clothes himself, has a
roof over his head, and not a cent in his
pocket. Now, how does he do i'll And
there are q dozen like him about here.
] tell you, the mysteries OF Paris are
nothing to the mysteries of BroekyiIle.n
And as we can never permit ou minds
to dwell on a subject without hearing
from IT again within twefy-foar hours,
that same day the superintendent re.
ceived a letter from 10.
The spelling was dubious and the
handwriting shaky, but there was moth
ing dubious or shaky In the spirit Of the
composition.
Mister Superintendent I wuI like a Plac
IA yor employ 10 ToLLY.
49, tPG -Fntfofar,.r Il e.. f1a- =. -. y 20
The superintendent laughed as he
tossed this evident result of anxious labor
in the scrap basket. The next week be
reciTed 4 fac-simile of that letter minus
the postscript, to (which be accorded d
similar treatment, but when he Jaw those
same straggling characters on an enyel.
ope in his mail tie third week he opened
il with an amused curiosity.
Mister superintendent: I wrot You 8
Letters and hav no ansars. ! wod like to be
in yor employ but | kant wait I mus git
JOB. Please sir ansar and oblig.
The superintendent's hand with the
paper in it lowered over the scrap basket.
Then he drew it back. AIT his call i
weak kneed young man came IN from the
butter Office.
aHaye you room for another boy out
there9 the superintendent asked. nYou
have. Well, then, write to this appli-
cant and tell him he may como on trial. Y
For the first few weeks 10 Tolly was
like 4 new born puppy out in the world
with his eres shut.
You must look about Tou, Tolly,' =
said the head clerk. Now, I started
out With no money, no education, no
backing, and here 1 am, all by keeping
my eyes peeled.
The clerk with the weak knees struck
in
Look at me, he said. ssTvs been q
honest, Industrious God.fearing
Tor fifteen years, and not q cent to
for II.
10 turned bis long, I rudy face aud big,
innocent blue eyes from one TO the other
and said nothing. He rarely talked, and
when he did, it was with q deliberate
slowness which barely escaped d drawl.
But be pondeFed all that be heard in
lis heart, apparently for gradually his
puprydem fell from him and he became
i satisfactory fixture ii the oIice.
The Brookvllic Glass Works wera d
close corporation. They had bought up
Two thousand acres about thn site Sc
for their works. Their laborers
dwet in their cottages built on their
and; they bought from the company
tore, and lived under laxs Of their di-
'ectors making
But there was 4 Naboth vineyard in
.hU centre of the settlement
The trouble was that old Colonel Jaw
-espectsd his ancestors, and refused I'd
listen TO any proposition regarding their
ale for the vineyard was q family
3nrying- ground this time,
The superintendent vainly represented
. him that the bones should be carefully
'emoyed.
they are elrth III earth lsy this time,
1t, said Colonel Jag, with stataliness,
When ! sell that ground iii, | sell
hem. 30 yoa will not mention It again,
| yon please, sir.
After that. the superintendent, who
d pistol II every Alabama
sckes did not care u open The subject
gem.
n you eveT goin u sell, Colonel
III asked 30
H. hal padded eros the creek
lieh separated tha giass works from
s. I'D man hoslss, and ~
sTsn oa his gafr with him iii tho
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