Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1894-05-26
MOLER AVENUE.

The plants upthis way are trying to
outgrow the battering received from
the hail storm, but the attempt is a
sickly failure. Might as we'll try to
paint the silver hairs and fill the crow
feet around the eyes of fading beauty.
Albert street is hardly large enough
to hold the young husband, William
Smith, for he is the happy father of a
darling baby girl.
Man is ever reaching after the I'M
attainable. The desire for chase and
conquest bring him far more Joy
than the actual possession, however,
ardently he may plead for assurance
that you are his alone. Yield not, but
keep him in suspense, and he is your
willing slave. Lay your heart at his
feet, and he will trample upon it. Run
after him, and he will hide, but turn
from him and he will pursue.
Our John went a~-fshing to-day at
Dam No. a.. and brought home a carp
weighing 7 pounds. Said John, II
thought l had an elephant on my
hook, he pulled so hard" "And
didn't you feel proud of your days
work. asked the cook. 81 would have
been had not myself been caught in
a net set by a pair of laughing brown
eyes and a fair brow hung round full
of cupid rings of curling chestnut
hair"
Fair View Sunday school is large"
so a visitor says; but they need more
teachers. THE harvest is truly plen-
teous. but the laborers are few"
Opequon Board met at Ridenour's
Saturday. They are under strong
conviction that the teachers in Ope-
quon ought to have SIS a month. We
jump at a conclusion, by the beaming
~countenance of our genial friend, G.
w. NJ. Tabler, our faithful co-worker
in this unpaid field. by the extra touch
he had given his hair, and the unus-
ual shine of his patrician boots, that
verify he believed the august body of
Opequon Board meant to make a levy
large enough lin the near future) to
pay their teachers living wages.
IAN unwelcome guest arrived in
that house last night. / pity the poor
little waif and its fallen mother, and
would like to treat the unprincipled
scoundrel who wrought this ruin to a
heavy coat of tar and feathers" said
an old lady to her friend as they pass
ed down a street. The other replied
with a toss of her naughty head and a
scornful curl of lips, 81 do no think
she deserves pity, but she richly de-
serves shame and ridicule that society
will deal out to her. l raised six
daughters and they are happily set
tied in comfortable homes and con-
tented. If one had gone astray l
would have driven her from home.
She should not have ever after breath
ed the pure air to infect my home"
"How cold. how unfeeling." ventured
the first lady. THAT your daughter
escaped into the married fold with
out a stratch is no wonder to me.
They are plain as brown bread and
probably never were tempted to stray
from the white path into which they
were dropped by their cold -blooded,
passionless, calculating mother as
void of sentiment as a clam and
deserving as little credit for pro-
tectiug its virtue with its natural
impenetrabie shell. / pity the bcauti-
full, attractive woman whose hor South
ern blood poured through her veins
like molten lava, who sacrificed her
all upon loves altar and was spurn-
ed We can look with seli-compla-
cency over our record. Werever had
a desire, never a temptation to sin in
this line, but as we look back over the
record Of our lives We viii find hide
GUS sins as hateful in the sight Of a
just God as wen Loving not wisely
but too we'll.
Let us have charity" Lor.
Who will care for the Wealers now