St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1892-02-27

b1Ck, anu leave my TOOcS On Wulteoc8Sy
Back, and leave thy angel mold!
Back, and leave those streets Of golds
Back. and leave the Lamb that feeds theeS
Back from founts to which He leads theei
Back. and leave thy Heavenly Father!
Back to earth and SIM Nay. rather
Would live In solitude
would not ask thee II could;
But patient wait the high decree
That calls my spirit home to thee.
The Christiaa.
WHITE PINE HERALD.
Interesting Story OF q Great Snow
Blockade.
1t was the greatest snow blockade
that the Sierra Nevada mountains haS
known for years The canyon and
gorges were cholked In places the
snow sheds had collapsed. The noun
tain towns were practically buried.
White Pine, halfway up the eastern
slope, shut out from the great world III
around. was . little world by itself. s.
deep was the snow that Of more thar
one small building only the chimney
was visible.
The westbound express train could
fight its way no farther up the ascent,
and was stalled 1t White Pine. OF the
passengers, some were anxious and
weary and impatient; . few were pa,
tientiy Indifferent. and others half en-.
ioyed the novelty. But there was one
who felt himself. and apparently with
>A L.
In the mountainA
This was Mr.. John Jarvis, the victim
OF cruel. raging toothache. Nursing
with bis hand his bearded and swollen
Jaw, rs he sat bent up In . seat re.
moved rs far a. possible from the crowd
who had gathered around the stove in
the opposite end of the car. he seemed
almost justified in growing like the
traditional bear with the burnt nose.
After learning that there was no dem
fist at White Pine, he had tested in sue
cession all that were practicable Of the
remedies suggested by sympathizin9
fellow-passengers. He found them oil
Intellectual, and had now reached the
point of savage misery 1t which, - an
irreverent young passenger put IL. he
was a very good man to let alone.
The car door behind Mr.. Jarvis
opened slowly, but he did not look
round Two little boys. . fat one and
q thin one. stepped timidly in and
closed the door softly behind them. An
end of bunile Of newspapers, folded
square. stuck out from under the faded
shawl in which the fat little boy was
wrapped The thin little boy, who
was almost extinguished in . mans
worn coat, held q single paper in his
hand. He gulped once or twice. - II
frightened, and hen stepped quickly
forward.
"Mister." he said. with quavering
bravery. shaking John Jarvis arm to
awaken him from his supposed nap.
want to buy paper? Only i've"
Unluckily, he had shaken Mr.. Jarvis
left arm. The left hand, which was
pressed against the swollen cheek. gave
the aching jaw prod that brought the
man suddenly to his feet with some
thing like . roar.
''Ouchr' he cried "What dye mean
by"
Then seeing. not some offensive fell
low-passenger, but two strange little
lads, fairly covering before his sudden
uprising, he added thunderingly:
''Get out of here.'
The tooth. in resentment Of the prod,
ached more cruelty than ever, and poor
Mr.. Jarvis did not pause to choose his
words. The thin little boy dropped his
paper in fright and shrank back against
the fat little boy, who opened the door.
Both of them ran out, forgetting for
the moment to close the door behind
them. John Jarvis doubled down in
his seat with groan.
thought them of their manners, and
one of them reached cautiously in and
grasped the door handle. II Jarvis had
hooked he might have seen tears in the
lads eyes.
Its no use, Joe!" he heard the one
outside say, in q pitifully discouraged
tone.
NO." returned the other dismally.
''They don't want our papers! And,
oh. Barbie will feel so"
The door clicked as it shut
Perhaps because his jaw ached less
ficrcely just then or, it may be, for
some other reason, Jarvis scraped the
frost from two square inches Of the |
window beside him and looked out.
The thin little boy was rubbing his |
eyes with both hands rs il to dash back \
the tears, as he trudged along . path |
the drifts, followed by the fat |
little boy, who was the picture of mel
Mr.. Jarvis saw what he had |
not seen before-that<he fat boy wore
\ hat which was much too large for
him. and which was evidently the dis
caried hat of a man.
Then Jarvis undoubled himself,
walked out of the car, slammed the
door behind him and strobe along the
snowy path which the lads had fol-
lowed. He was absent from the car Z
long time.
Presently q young passenger. bent
ON stretching his legs, walked the
length of the car, and seeing the news
paper which the Lad had dropped,
picked it up and examined it. It was
. small. badly-printed. poorly-composed
little sheet, blurred and inky in places,
very faint in others. and bearing the
title: "The White Pine Weekly Her
ald.'
Under the heading was the legend,
Our motto: 'Hew to the Line, let the
Chips fall where they may" Beneath
this appeared the name of Henry Roll
Inns, Editor and Proprietor" The gem
eral appearance of the sheet would lead
one to believe that the editor and
had given more attention
10 something eise-perhaps to hewingto
he line-thsn to the makeup of his
paper.
well" commented the young man,
sarcastically. this is the poorest apol.
ogy for q newspaper ever sawy' /,
Undoubtedly he told the truth.
John Jarvis strobe along the path
hat wound for some distant through
he settlement. and followed the little
Boys to the of3ce of tho ''Weekly Her
Nd"
1t vs. q house which contained but +,
me rOSW. The room Was divided into !