The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1894-12-05
Piercetown Items.

Mr.. and Mrs. John Martin, Of Deep
Creek, we're visiting in the burg Satur-
day and Sunday.
Our good old friend West Ballard is
nursing swelled eye. He admits that
she hit him with the trolling PIN" Be
more careful next time, "old boy"
We note with pleasure that Rev. VIM,
Brown has been elected pastor of Friend
ship Church, Rev. G. NJ. Rogers having
resigned.
At this writing 1t is raining. twill be
welcomed by the farmers on account OF
the tnrnip patches.
There is a great deal Of cotton in the
fields now.
We are glad that our beloved pastor,
Rev. N. G. Ballinger, has been returned
to our Circuit for another year. Surely
the Lord has answered our prayers ID re-
turning such good man to serve US.
We ought to be thankful in having him
for another year. TO know him is to
love him.
We are good at giving the jokes on the
boys. $50 they say.) And here is one
good one on us. The fellows said we
had to give it or take licking, and as we
have taken one licking, and know how it
feels, we have decided not to undergo
that operation again. Here it Is: Gu last
Friday afternoon we were up in q per-
simmo,1 tree gathering them for mother
to make beer. When all at once tho limb
we were seated on gave way and we were
sliding down with the rapidity Of q
'.ereased streak of lightning through o
crab apple tree," our old sim swinger'
fortunately caught on knot and saved
us from fall. At this stage Of the per-
formance couple of the girls came along.
They stopped short with the exclama..
ton: "Just look yonder, will you
What Is that? Well, we'll, lan6lsakes
Almighty If that aint that hateful Sam.
We've rot him now. Oh! you old hate
full thing. You think you have had your
fun at our expense. We have been
itching for something 10 turn up, and
now is our time to get even with you.
Goody, goody, te-he-he- -he-ee;" Then
one turned to another with chow shall
we fix him? OIL 7 know what we'll do
with him, Gust then they spied a long
pole living near.) Well give him beat
ing, and I'll bet pound of chocolate
he'll remember it whenever he goes to
tell his funny jokes on US again." So
without any more ado they picked up
the pole and proceeded to administer the
medicine. Well, it didn't feel very nice
to have those girls banging on us that
way. but we had to take it all the same.
After they had worn themselves out they
went on their way rejoicing. We kicked
the air so hard that It showed for half an
hour afterwards. They went up home
and got couple of the boys, who brought
ladder and rescued us from our perilous
position.
At this writing all the folks have gone
off and left us to bach it, 30 you know we
are rather lonesome. We will have
bor 4 ruonHnr Whn that ia
pulling that door bell! Well, 1 must 60
and see. Maybe we can get to finish, for
our good old friends, Johnny Lofts and
Charley Irby have come to keep US COM
pany. ~.
will be the last time we can give you the
news.
We have been hauling for the last three
weeks and haven't had time to give you
the news. We are going to roost on Bel
toms ridge pole in the future. This is
our farewell letter. We regret to have to
20 before Christmas, but we want to get
Strengthened out and be ready for old
Santa Claus. We are busy packing and
have to write this by degrees. While we
are sitting here viewing our p!under
scattered "helter-skelter" and thinking
of the past when we left our dear Geor-
gia home, these lines come fitting across
our mind:
lam weary, sad and weary,
Weary of this ceaseless strife;
Weary of the clouds that gather
Darkly in the morn Of life.
Oft I'm weeping, sadly weeping,
Ger the memories of the past,
Ger the hopes fondly cherished,
Der the joys too sweet to last.
lam weary, sad and weary,
All the world is sad and drear;
Hope and Joy have fled forever,
Leaving naught but sorrow here;
In my bosom sadness reigneth,
All within is dark despair
Quickly have the shadows gathered,
Shadows dark Of grief and care.
Yet there comes whisper stealing,
Softly from an unknown shore;
And in gentle accents cheering,
Bids me murmur never more;
Bids we cease this vain repining,
Quickly Danish every sorrow;
Bids my depressed soul to hope,
A brighter dawn tomorrow.
I am weary, oh my Father,
Weary Of this bitter cup;
Weary of the vain endeavor,
To still bear my burden up.
II the clouds still darker gather,
If no ray of light see,
If the last fond hope shall perish,
Still I'll put my trust in Thee.
With best wishes for the INTELLIGENT
GER and its corps Of brilliant correspon-
dents and its many readers close.
SAM DEWBERRY.
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