The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-08-14
QUIET VILLAGE LIFE.
Bah DWELLS FOR A TIME AMID
PASTORAL SCENES.


some and Interesting Maiden Talks.
Real Rural Dance - The Bright
Country Lad Takes Bah Into His
Confidence, Shows Her the Sights,
and Tells Her That He Wants to Be
ssenstor-The Country Opera House
and It's Unique Plays-Many OF Our
Best Men and Women Reared in
Vnlages-What Bab Has Learned.
tCopuiqhtl
PEACEFUL VALLEY FARM COTTAGE,
IN THE DEPTHS OF SULLIVAN COUNTY,
New YORK, Aug. 13-Did you ever stop
in country village! Not at the fine hotel
where you are charmingly feeced, and
where you don't begin to have the comforts
you get at home, and where you are bound
to be in fine linen the greater part Of the
timei But did you ever stop right In viii
lager That's where am now. The house
is pretty one, painted that peculiar color
dear to all southerners, a clear yellow, aud
all about it are beds Of bright-hued flowers.
The family consists Of the lady who has
taken me in; of rather shiftless husband
who talks large and does little, and a boy Of
IA. My room is big and square and airy,
the bed is comfortable and the towels are
first cousins to good-sized sheets. very I'M
like the average New York boarding house
towel. Tne jugs are big ones and full of
fresh water; and my close companion is
provided with tin bath in which to take
bis daily abutions. Altogether, we feel
that we are very comfortable
The parlor, which Is open for my benefit,
has an old-fashioned suit Of horse-hair fur
nlture, case Of wax flowers on the center
table, several marvellous paintings on the
wall, and a motto, which | might have
smiled at, had it not been that the hostess
told me that 1t was embroidered by little
daughter VINO had ceased to live. Once en-
sconced, L began to get acquainted with the
villagers. That is to say, 1 was regularly
called on. The calling took place in the
hottest part Of the afternoon, and the caller
wore her hottest and stiffest frock and put
me through a series Of questions that sug-
gested Ollendorff. She first asked: YOU'RE
FROM NEW YORK, Amt YOU"
l confessed to the crime. Then she said :
How do you like the town?" l told her
liked it very much, and then she asked me:
IF had been TO the opera bousew l told
her hadn't, but hoped to before | left; at
ter this | inquired as to tie number of
children she mad, disco gered there was a
girl OF Is, and asked her 70 send her over
to see me chat evening. Upon which she
gave a satisfied giggle and said: Our
Florence likes city people and she will be
more than pleased to come"
YOUTHFUL COUNTRY CALLERS.
The evening brought Florence. She was
tall and slender, with dark brown velvety
eyes that never seem TO rest aud blonde
hair that mighs have belonged to some
daughter of the sun. 1t was true her frock
fitted her abominably, but no ill-htting
froc& could hide the beauty of that face.
No yaYnfr ont nr 1nSuy NI,
girl talked; she said: Il suppose l am all
wrong; l suppose il father aud m other
knew, they would think it's dreadful, but
have gotten so don't believe in anything
or anybody. It's work most of the time
and see how much you can save the rest,
and mother says will STE the advantages
of it when she is dead, bat | would rather
see it now. don'G know whas l want;
just want to get away from here. Yes, do
know what | want; | want some pretty
clothes, aud want somebody to tell me
am pretty. expect you think am dread
full, but somehow l don't seem to care"
The drive was not a particularly pleasant
one; even my little companion looked up at
Florence with amazemen5, for she took no
notice of him and he was not used to treat-
ment of that sort. That night the future
seemed to come to me aud l saw q mother
weeping for daughter who was not, and
who had been driven from her simply be-
cause she had saved the few dollars that
might have been spent in giving her pleas
ure, and which would now do her no good
for she had gone where her pretty face
would find plenty of dollars for her, No
love had ever been implanted in her heart
and she would soon forget the people in the
country village
A DELIGHTFUL RURAL HOME.
The next day my landlady said to me:
"You are going to have another caller this
| afternoon" And | did. She appeared just
before supper time Her frock was made
with entire disregard for style, but with a
beautiful consideration for comfort. The
greater time she talked to me she laughed,
| aud, as the sweetest sort of an introduction,
she had brought me posy Of all the sweet
smelling flowers that grow in a country
garden. She said; people say l take life
easy. Well, perhaps do, but the children
like it, and, if we amt saving up any
money, we are making them have a good
| time now; they are going to have dance
this evening; won't you come overm
l SAID would, and was escorted by the
| son and heir Of the family. On the way
over ne told me this: Every body likes 70
go to that house. Nothing is a trouble the
boys are al ways ready to do anything, and
the girls are always obliging and sweet, and
| they don't shut the parlor up as if there was
a CORPSE in it" When we got there l
| found a party OF young, merry people;
found u round table covered with the maya
| zines and newspapers Of the day, and l
| found that most delightful of all things-a
hearty welcome. One girl played the piano
and the rest danced, while my escort looked
at the magazines on the table. They were
| going to
GET UP VIRGINIA REEL,
and when l said l did not dance any more 1
was laughed at and told that father and
| mother always came into that, and of
course 1 must. So father and stood at the
head, and mother and small boy of at
the foot, and we danced away as if we had
never danced before. Then we had iced
cream and cake. which the girls had made.
and it was iced cream-there was no corn
starch in it-and after we went away nv
escort told me that all the girls of that
house were engaged to be married-engaged
TO city men; and that, while some people
who were very strict thought that mother
did not bold tight enough rein on the boys
and girls, still they seemed to turn out bet
| ter and have a better time than anybody In
the village. And thought to myself, 20,
wise motherm And in the future seemed
to see boys and their wives and babies, and
| girls and their husbands aud babies coming
back to the old home to see mother; to tell
her Of their joys and sorrows, and TO find in
that mother heart never-failing spring of
sympathy.
THE VILLAGERS PROMISING SON.