The Forrest City times., 1895-04-12
LUCK OF THE ATKINSES.
BY MARGARET b. YEATEs.

Nobody ever was poorer than the At
kinses, or, in common parlance, any
more ''shif'less." The family consisted
of the old man, Bill by name, a half
blind, decrepit creature, who vet pos
sessed share of quaint humor; his
wife, Lou-i-sy, lazy, ragged old
woman, who had grown fat on nothing
and who managed to keep her snuff
box full even when the coffee-pot was
empty. and five or six lank, sallow
boys and girls in various stages of age
and dirtiness. They occupied small
log house on the outskirts of a town in
the Mountains of Arkansas, and their
dwelling was remarkable only for its
simplicity. 1t consisted of single
room which the entire family occupied
without regard to age or sex; the fire.
place furnished at once heat, light and
the means of cooking their scanty
food. Three wretched beds, broken
chair or two, box which served
as table, a frying-pan, spider
and coffee pot, with n few broken dish
es, composed the entire wealth of the
Atkins family, for their house was the
property of well-to-do citizen who
let them live there for very pity. 1t
was quite prosperous, this inland Ar
kansas town, though fifty rough and
rocky miles from the nearest railroad;
it was considered by the country folk
around a dashing, stylish place. The
ladies there never went barefooted,
even in the hottest weather, and sun
bonnets were long since out of date.
The men, too, wore store clothes, and
some of them wore their coats to meet
ing during the summer; but this inno-
vation was by no means popular. II
was gossipy little community, as an
isolated place must be, and it's church
and political factions managed to keep
things from stagnating. But the whole
town was united upon one thing-in
heartily condemning the Atkinses.
Even the Methodists and the Campbell
ties agreed on that, and they did not
often agree upon anything, for the
Campbellites had affirmed that they
could sing louder and faster than the
Methodists, and the boast had caused
considerable i'll feeling.
The town had to support the Atkins
es, so surely it had the right to disap-
prove of them, but the disapproval was
rather out of proportion to the aid they
furnished, and. had the position been
reversed, the Atkinses would have had
more to eat. One lady in the town had
declared that she would never help
them Atkinses" again. She related to a
circle of sympathizing friends that she
had offered Mis- Atkins two bits
week an all she could eat" If she
would do her washing and cooking, but
the offer had been refused. Mrs. At
kins said she had to stay at home and
take care of her man." as he was
mighty nigh bllnd," and the old man
had jocosely remarked that he Flowed
Lou-i-sy'd been doin' nothin so long
she'd hate to quit"
Mr.. Johnson was proprietor of the
only grocery store in the town. lie
had come from New England years be-
fore, and had opened this store when
lemons and oranges were practically
unknown and white sugar well-nigh
as hard to obtain. By dint of keeping
these and similar luxuries and selling
them at astonishingly high rates, and
by introducing into the western market
many high-priced novelties, such as
sardines, canned fruits, oatmeal, A b
crackers, and other articles calculated
to please the eye and palate of the
village customer, he had managed to
amass quite tidy little sum. On this
gentleman the burden of contributing
to the support of the Atl1inses fell
with especial severity. Not that he
gave more than anyone else-quite the
contrary-but that his well-known
stinginess made him feel it more. tits
doubtful if he would have given any
thing at all, but from his desire to
stand well in the eyes of the communi-
ty. and especially of the gentleman on
whose land the Atkinses lived. He
vas the rich man OF the town, and his