The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1894-12-27
TO BE A POET.
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lazily turning bend in the path that
ran round a corner Of the house, came
slouching toward the woman. He held
| up piece Of paper. futtered II, and
drawlingly said:
Got this here fer Miss Nell"
For rfe?" the girl cried, running to-
ward him She snatched the piece of
paper, ran away a short distance,
! halted, and read the following:
| Now that have found out you hate me and
! don I want To lie kissed ali the time am goin'
| away 10 be poet. and when am one 2nor
you will love me some and will let me kiss you
| part OF the time at least II l don't become
| poet never will come back again. for bein' .
poet IS the only way can win your love. for
| that is the only way can learn to tell you how
much love sou. and when / have done that
| you can't help loyin me, for then you will see
my soul all blazin' for YOU don't reckon I
| can get to be q poet before Christmas, but I
| am sure / will by then, 50 you may look for me
| Christmas; and II by any strange possibility
| don't get 10 be poet in time TO reach home by
| Christmas, you Just keep on despisIn me as
much you please, but you must keep on q
| waitin'. and don't let any body else grab you up
| like the bass done the pearch, for as tell you
III be back.
Yours, SAM"
A change came with the reading Of
the note. The noon in her eyes So
bered into a twilight. For the first
time in hel life she was serious. She
turned to her mother and said:
81 am awful sorry | turned over that
churn."
The woman was surprised. Whats
the matter, dear? Never mind about
the churn. What's in the note, Nellie?"
"Nothin'; only Sam has gone away
and won't come back tell he's a poet
and I'm afraid he won't be one before
Christmas and want him now"
But maybe he can git the job before
then. It's good while till Christmas,
and good many things mout turn up
'twixt now and then. Don't fret none"
But she did fret. She fretted for
weeks at time; at morning when she
saw the dew on the trumpet vine, at
noon when she stood, gazing into the
blue pool, at evening when the whip
poorwill sang his sad song. The season
ripened, the grain was reaped, the
leaves had fallen-Christmas was ap-
preaching, coming slowly down, it
seemed, from the browning hills.
Christmas Eve, Christmas night. The
girl stood in the door. listening. No
sounds except the faint hack, hack,
hack of an evenings woodchopper. far
away, and the lowing of cold and des-
olate COW in the ravine. He did not
come.
The grass was green again, the
leaves came out, the blackberry briars
were in bloom, the water pouring over
the shelf of slate struck sweeter, sad
der note. The season drew a long
breath and another change camc.
1t was Christmas night, and the girl
stood in the door. The belated wood
choppers hack, hack, hack was heard,
and the same cold cow was lowing in
| the ravine.
Good evening""
'Gracious alive, is this you, SAM"
"Yes," he said, still standing back
from her. The freight falling upon
him showed that he was well dressed.
won't you come in, Sam?'
mo, for you'll still have to despise
me-"
"Why?"
Because I'm not poet"
"What are you, San?"
81 am an agent for a patent churn
dasher."
She sprang forward and threw her
arms about him. ''Oh, l am so glad"
she cried. And you may kiss me all
the time"
THE PREACHER-EDITOR
Rev. Baylus Cade. arrived in Raj
elgh yesterday and brought his
trunk with him.
Mr.. Cade comes to take the position,
temporarily at least, of associate
editor of the Caucasian 81 am a
Populist" remarked Mr.. Cade last
night, "and shall fight along that
lire to the end of the chapter" Mr..
Cade was at one time editor of the
Progressive Farmer, he gave up the
position, however, and returned to
the mlnistery. 1t was said that at
that time he had too much Demo-
cracy to suit the reformers. Since
then he edited the Serchlight at
Franklinton, which he made almost
hot enough to siz with Populism.
He opposed Fusion with all his
might, and when Fusion fused he re-
fused to longer turn on the Serch-
light, and again went back to the
ministry. Now he comes back to
journalism again. 1t does seem
that our Republican friends are not
going to have many fingers in the
new journalistic pie.-News- Observ
err.
We publish the above only be-
cause we wish to correct some mis-
tatements which it contains
Mr.. Cade has never been out of
the ministry single day FOR the last
twenty-seven years. The labors of
journalism he has performed were
In addition to his duties as minis
ter.
Mr.. Cade did not leave the Pro-
gressive Farmer because he was too
much Democrat for the Reformers.
He left that paper on his own motion;
and, so far as he knows, with the
good will of the Reformers.
Mr.. Cade did not oppose Fusion in
the late campaign, unless a mild
statement in his paper, when it first
began to be talked about, express
ing it as his opinion that fusion was
not desirable, can he be said to be
opposing it. He did not oppose
fusion for the reason that he was
never asked about it, and had no
chance to either favor it, or oppose
it.
Mr.. Cade did not give up the
Serchlight because of Fusion. He
gave it up because he thought that
course would best serve tie cause of
Fusion.
If our neighbor wished to notice
Mr.. Cade's entrance into journal