Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1895-07-31

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than mile away the tops of the green
pines toss their brushes against the
sky. Right and left close hills hedge
in the house, and on each side is a
touch of the primevul forest. Back
of the house on the incline is flower
garden, q kitchen garden, straw
berry bed, strip of green corn and a
field of yellow grain.
In corner of the garden, beyond
the beds of vegetables and rows OF
thyme, rosemary and sweet marjoram,
grape trellis and clump of currant
bushes, where ripe fruit hangs like
punches of coral, there is chestnut
tree, and under it's shade isJanet Town
sends fayorite retreat.
Janet is seventeen. Her black hair
is braided to her waist, and beyond
that falls in silken bush that touches
the grass as she sits with her hands
clasped around her knees, her body
leaning forward. Her eyes arc dark,
and have in them that wistful, inquir-
ing look you sometimes see in the
eyes of the young.
Janet is dreaming of the future,
waiting for the kingdom to come to
her, and it is so much nearer than she
dreams.
Overhead q songbird rustles among
the leaves and fits upward from limb
to limb until the topmose boush is
reached. He pipes two or three short,
inquiring notes, turns his head this
way and chat to see if he is to be undis-
turbed. and then he balances forward,
while the rich round notes of his wild
song seem to fairly tumble from his
throat.
"Janet! Janet!" q voice is calling,
"Janet, your father wants YOU" The
girls hands unclasp; she throws out
her arms, numbed by the tension of
the clasp about her knees, and then
she lightly runs down the path to the
house.
ttFather wants you, Janet" one of
the children repeats, as she bounds
up the steps of the back porch she is
out on the front stoop."
"What is it, daddy?''
"Were you busy, Janet?"
"I'm never busy, dad"
The man looks at the girl halt re.
gretfully. 81 am afraid you don't
like work, Janet. Work is a good
thing"
Eyes, know work is good thing
the right kind of work.
There was silence for few minutes
and then she said, reaching out for the
paper he held in his hand: "Do you
want me to read the rest of that con-
tinued story?' They had just reached
the trial in the last chapter.
mo, not just now. Mother and I
have been sort of talking things over
and we have decided that we will use
the honey money each year for tue
children's education. Now, you are
the oldest, Janet, and mother thinks
you ought to have chance because
you have always had to take care Of
the younger ones. saw zekial Hale
in town to-day, and he tells me Eliza
beth is going to business college in
the city. Mother and concluded
we'd have you go with her. Elizabeth's S
good girl"
"What would do with q business
education, dad?"
"Oh, lots of girls are learning to be
bookkeepers and stenographers and
so on. Do you want to go?''
mot to be bookkeeper, dad.
"Why?"
81 have got book learning enough
but if you will let me study drawing
the girl goes behind her father and
puts her arms close around his neck.
81 can draw well now; Mr.. Muncie
says can learn no more from him. l
want to be an artist.
The mans face is thoughtful. "I
don't know about that, Janet. I'm
afraid mother won't agree, but I'll ask
her. Children nowadays do learn diff
ferent things from what they used to. :"
"Dear old dad !"-.and the arms
hug closer. "And l will live in Bo-
hemia !"
He didn't say anything more. He
is very proud of this bright, dark
girl; he has an innate feeling that she
really would not make bookkeeper
or an Office girl; she is SO different
from the other children.
The matter is finally settled, and
she is going away. Away from the
cottage, oil woodbine covered; the
sweet, damp woods, the birds that sing
in the treetops. Away from the deep,
clear watered creek aud the favorite
spot where the eddy is formed by q
jutting bank and the speckled trout
skins the water and leaps at the wide
winged fly that hovers over. No
feather fly and spoon hook have ever
swept that water.
It was all about her, but the girl
did not know it--Bohemia, land OF
childhood and innocence, of all good
things in life.
AT TwENTY-TwO.
The curtain has gone down on the
last stage picture, the immense
audience has turned its back upon the
orchestra, which is pouring out in
stentorian tones the stirring strains OF
''The Star Spangled Banner. Fashion
and beauty have been present to hear
star OF unusual magnitude read one
of shakespeares wonderful character
in the process of play, and they are
going out more than ever impressed
with the great bard's wonderful
knowledge of the natures and man.
ners end genius of men.
In @ right hand box some ladies
have been sitting during the perform
anoe, deeply interested until the next
to the final act, when the principal