The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1896-01-30

What what ~ over, ana good times are cor
fame. HavifQ. 1t will not be long 81
O'Clock, septenfsthree planning machin,
Waiting uppur f1 for pe on 70 burg which
half hour and then he the shipment
on tho steps, and after awhl hplace and ri,
sons arrived, but the next d IA numhor
the next day forty and from TIN nu"uei
for over thysy-eight years, eve y day, Sab
bath excA ed, that Fulton street nrayer
meeting hh3 been place whe e people have
asked prayer and answers = ID prayer have
been announced, and the thru ID Of that great
heart OF supplication has thI illed not onIv
into the heavens. but clear arr Iund the world.
more than any spot on earth. That has been
the place where the red eeme d OF the Lord
said SO!
Let the same outspokenness be EMPLOYED
toward those by whom we hive been person-
ally advantaged. We wait until thew are
planned for your best interests all these
years. They may sometim rs, their nervous
system used up by the cares, the losses. the
dtsappointments. the worr;ments of life be
more irritable than they 1ght to be. and
they probably have faults which have be-
cont. zone oppressive as the years go by. But n
those eyes, long before they took on snssyos
taces, were watching for yo,Ir, wsr A''
their hands, nor as smooth ar5 STOCK raising
deeply ae, lined than qY Of several hundred
you Hduy a SOOQ -~~'
to them more
bas * Aeno&xet married, indeedl" he con.
tlnued, muttering to himself. "There
amt more'n one girl in hundred I'd
have, an like as not that one wouldn't
have me. If there was girl now
that thought of anything besides
a-curling her hair an dressing herself
up In silks an furbelows, an had any
ldee OF what home ought to be,
dun know but I might-But pshawl
If there's any SIGH girls. I've never
come across 'em, an never expect to.
III be an old bachelor an live by N.Y.
self, like Uncle Tom"
"Bless me. Hazelp' cried Aunt
Comfort one bright summer morning.
heres your Cousin John an Aryilly
a-comin' out in the spring wagon, an
man with 'em. Who kin it be?
faint the minister. I know, fur he's
more grizzied lookin' an hain't got
p'inted moustache like this one. /"
1t was baking-day and Hazel was in
the kitchen, her sleeves rolled M and
her cheeks flushed to bright damask
red.
II hope the best tableclot tn is clean.
whoever it is, she returned, peeping
into the oven at pan of cherry tarts
that were almost swimming in their
own crimson juice.
The stranger with the ''p'inted
moustache" proved to be Mr.. G
Nicholas Bycroft, who had stopped !
'n his journey to spend a week with =
ais Cousin Arvilla, John Mulford's
vife.
MIR. Bycroft's first visit to Cherry Z
farm was by no means his last one. !.
md, for some reason or other, his :
veek's visit stretched to month, and
DO month had almost doubled itself, :,
nd still he fingered at his cousins, =
ear Dripping Springs .
One summer night he stood with !.
Inzel on tho latticed porch at Cherry !,
'ottage, the soft moonbeams filtering .,
own through the scarlet bean vines !.
verhead. :
There amt another woman in the &,
orld ! ever wanted to marry, Hazel
only you" whispered Nicholas ear
estly. II want wife that can help
q to make home and to enjoy it Sis
ter it is made. Think Of my big no
nch out in Texas, now. shall live
ERE lonely old bachelor all nv ~
'ys, unlcss you go with ma Say,
azel will yoa goa' ~,
And a. much n the delight 81 v1l