The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1895-07-11
TEMPERANCE NOTES.
STORY OF A VOLUNTEER CROP
l~Whd Oats" Carelessiy Sown Reaps a Sure
o. Harvest OF Sorrow and Woe.

I~"hu Oats' CareIessiy SOwn Reaps n Sure
Harvest OF Sorrow and Woe.
The warm March sunshine fell upon
the moist earth which looked up with
her lap full of flowers. The distant
mountains rose sncw-capped at their
highest points and stretched on
around the fertile valley in wall of
royal purple, or deep blue. The green
foothills lay in billowy masses at their
feet. The blue, cloudless sky arched
over it all
Barefooted Cinnamon, in loose, fan.
ping cotton trousers and mandarin
hats, worked among their long,
straight lines of NEEDLESS vegetables.
Blue lupines and yellow peoples grew
along the roadside and mocking birds
sang in the tops of the eucalyptus
trees.s
Several carriages holding a family
party passed leisurely along the road.
In the first were two men who it was
plain to see were brothers; one a resi-
dent, the other visitor, Judged by
their conversation.
ITS glorious Dick, that's a fact"
said the visitor, 'all and more than
you claimed for it."
You ought to come out here and
spend the rest of your days in COM
fort"
ION. I don't know. It's pretty COM
Portable at home, some of the time"
Some of the time yes; now look
at that. Did you ever see anything
timer than that, George"
He had stopped his horse on the brow
of the hill. At one side lay the green
barley fields, on the other, the orange
groves and orchards, with their divid-
ing rows of eucalyptus and pepper
trees Behind them the city with it's
beautiful homes and in the far away
haze hint of the peaceful ocean.
Its all very beautiful. Idont won
der you love it."
Love it? Yes; more and more when
we read of the billiards. in the east,
and we with never bit of frost. Now
look at this crop of barley. and it's
volunteer crop"
"A volunteer CROP"
Yes; comes up of itself; you see, the
seed drops, and as there is no FROST
"Yes-dear me, how the fellow
frightened me-"
A buggy containing young man
and several young ladies dashed past
them, the young man firing his pistol
into the air over his head as they
passed. The girls screamed. The
horses danced, the one in the buggy in
which were the two brothers nearly
upsetting them.
81 hope you won't be hurt or offend
ed, George" said the elder of the two,
''if say what | have been thinking
about Howard" He looked anxiously
after the rapidly-retreating buggy as
he endeavored to quiet his own horse.
'Oh, he'll manage the horse all
right" said the other, answering his
look; hes used to driving. The girls
are safe"
81 wish he was" said the elder man,
earnestly. 1T pains me more than l
can tell to see that he is inclined to be
so wild"
whats the use of making so much
of every little caper, Dick?" said the
other somewhat warmly. Have you
forgotten your own pranlxs?"
''No; would to God l could forget
some; but it isn't simply mischief / am
thinking OF, l saw him come out of a
saloon last night. And from what he
said to me the other day he must be
familiar with the workings OF gambling
dcns."
No doubt he is somewhat" said the
other man little uneasy, but what
can you expect? A young fellow must
have his little fling, must SOW his wild
oats"
"Whatsoever man soweth that
shall he also reap Have you forgot
ten that, George?"
Forgotten it, no, indeed 1 never
have chance to. Towards mother
never gives Inc the opportunity to for
get any of those things"
"Howard's mother is a good Christian
woman, and good wife, no."
Indeed she is. l spoke irritably.
You know how love her, a thousand
times more than when she was girl.
But don't see the use in making such
a fuss over boys capers. Howard
will settle down. He's going to marry
Alice Clark, as nice girl as ever lived.
You remember Ben Clark married Nell
lie White. She's their daughter"
''Is she Christian"
eyes"
docs she know of these habits of
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