Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1892-07-21

MISS Nettle GaFrett IS -l lne Suessi S5s.'s
of Miss Fannie Payne,
DIDO. 4.
Johnston, S. c.
Edgcfield Sweltcrs While Sirius
Reigns.
DEAR Mr.. EDITOR: The blazing:
heat>and ennui of summer is with:
us! Bdgefeld isaE veritsble Sleepy
Hollow: and each individual seems
to be transformed into another
Grip Van Winklo" bound in the
chain of a fifty years sleep, or per-.
haps we have all foated off to the
isles Of The Lotus-eaters, and are.
sitting dreaming our days away
among the poppy blooms.
The weather is SO enervating..
The rain and blazing sun alternate
and continually vie with each other
in producing heat and lassitude. q
If we had the wealth of the
vanderbilts or Wannamakers we
would bic away to some mountain.
fastness, or seashore, haunt
shake the cobwebs from our brain,.
and get some flesh on our bones
these midsummer days.
I1npecuniosity is the fate of
many in these closing yearssso'1f ) '1llss tbs
nineteenth century, so no Ashe-
ville>or Mt. Mitchell for us: Those
very names call up hazy peaks that
touch the sky, gorges, rayines, and
shelving precipices, where we
would peer tremblingly down into
some lovely lowland scene miles
away. No clambering for lichens
rhodadendrons OF laurels; no silver
cascades huckleberry rambles, rat
tlesnake adventures, and noun
tain air, that sparkling tonic. We
will not, sitting on some naughty
crag, hear the roar of old ocean,
or gaze out on the solemn stretch
of green water as it >roars and
means mysteriously. We will take
a lack seat, for these are for the
rich and mighty.
Our dashing friend, Mrs. S,
showed us some beautiful coneh
shells which she brought as SOU
venirs of her jaunt to Brunswick.
We tilted them up to see the rose
red lining SO richly colored by na-
ture.
Far away we hear the rumble of
distant thunder; it seems to be
spiced with birthstone. We think
it must be the reverberation of the
coming political storm when either
Tillman or Sheppard will mount
the throne. Shall it be amidst the
clashing of bayonets or a scatter
ing of roses? The ides of Septem-
Der will decide which shall wear
the crow Of the Caesars. Edgefeld
seems to go mad over these two
gifted men and politics rules the
day.
Other balls are in the air besides
bullets this languid weather, that
a Germans, a masquerade birth.
night fete for the 22nd, and on a
moonlight (?) night worry soon.
orange blossoms will deck the
toilet of a saucy brunette who
lives not a swallows flight from
this old town.
Troops Of lassies and ladies are
visiting here this season from
Philadelphia, Washington, At
lanta, Charleston, and Augusta.
Miss Mamie O'Connor,, from Au-
gusta, is the guest of little Matte
Lake. She rides Oh a bicycle and
plays sweetly on the piano and
wears a rosary. Apropos, we have
a life-sized oil painting. of the
Madonna and Infant Savior and
st. John, which is beautiful and
holy and was painted by
AS we write the afternoon rain
comes an apace to drcnch the
alreauJ ) wet and boggy earth.
We are eating a rosy-cheeked
apple, so nice that we do not Won
der that Madame Eve was tempted
by the Arch Fiend with this par
ticular fruit.
AS we close the exquisite notes
Of. the Kitsmin .Schottische drift
Through the window, played by
our wicked (?) little neighbor.
! HON. SOFT qtl NAL Y pENsE.