Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1892-08-04
you please, sell or what not, and if
YOU need me, send Bob and / will

Ihank you, Mr, 1nomsou, yo'
are very kind, and I will try not t
let you lose anything"
All the lost fortune could no
have bought Lille the honor ant
love she gained by her life of un
complaining industry. Her plal
proved excellent. The constan
care took the keen edge from he
sorrow. Ere the spring had fully
come she began to reap the benefits
of her barn yard. She had secured
market for her eggs, butter
chickens, and had some calves
almost ready for sale. Bette an6
Bob refused to let her do anything
except to care for the fowls, mould
the rich butter, and keep the books
Mr.. Thomson would not take any
thing till the end of the year, ad'
vising her to keep, or increase the
number of stock she had, 80 thai
she would have a yard full of hel
own by the years end.
When summer came she had hel
few branded animals pastured up
on the free prairies. Life began
to besweet once more, and as the
year grew near its close the two
ladies thanked God for his mercies
"Mother, we must have a Thanks,
giving dinner"
"Ohl daughter, how can youi
Just think Of the last one we had
Whom could we have, even if we
could afford it?"
"You like Mrs. Nye and Mrs
Randolph, and I have found sew
eral girls that I would like te
have"
"I would have the doctor, too, fol
how could we have done without
him?"
"He still refuses to take any.
thing but my note for his care tc
you"
The talked of day came, all sun
shine and snow, as it should have
done. The cottage was in holiday
attire. Lille had prided herself
upon keeping it just as her father
left it. The furniture was beauti.
full but simple. A rich supply Of
everything filed the rooms, and
the struggle with poverty was not
at all apparent. The dining room
was a thing of beauty. The table
glittered with it's ardornings Of
snowy white linens, rare china
and silver, while the few flowers
gave an air of purity to the whole
The fire sent light over the rich
carpet and pictures, but found nc
lovelier resting place than the
young lady standing with folded
arms at the window. Tall and
slight, with soft coils of brown
hair that rested upon the brow
The oval face 80 much like a pic
ture, yet sad one.
Passing out into the snow COW
cred path, she slowly walked ts
the front gate. Her long black
dress trailing over the white snow
while the late chrysanthemumt
shone like snow flowers in her hair
Looking up, from the memories
of the past, she saw standing il
the street an old man, evidently
very tired.
All her charitable heart awoke
and she spoke to him:
"You seem to be tired?"
II am, Miss. I have had a lon&
tramp to-day. Can you tell mt
where / can find a private house
to rest and get something to eat?'
"Come in. I will give you some
thing. Go to that door. I vii
come in a moment"
It looked like a smile that hi
tried to hide, but with a
"Ihank ye Miss" ne went to tht
kitchen door, where Lille soor
came and had a good meal set be
fore him. Seeing that his shoes
were soiled and worn, she remem
bered the boots her father hac
travelled in as he came here.
"I will give them 10 this OLE
man. Papa would if he were here.
She brought them to him saying
"Your shoes seem worn, vii
you wear these? They were my
fathers" !"
"You must have good parents
young lady?"
81 have no father now, Lut III
was a good man."
"May God bless you for you