The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1896-10-31


7 vae Invited to partake. There were
no idle hands, save, perhaps, the two
Youngest, one of whom was an infant
in arms and one only three years old.
All had some duty to perform, and
we're doing it willingly, and all were
comfortably clothed.
But there were two master spirits
about the place-Mr. Taylor and his
wife had plenty to do. The outdoors
and farm work and the cattle and get
ting wood and keeping the boys en-
ployed in their working hours took all
bis time. But Mrs. Taylor has the
greater responsibility, and she meets
80, but 1 am going TO keep this one
and adopt it as my own. We have no
children, and this one will be COM
fort to me- when I get old and have to
leave the home" He wasa pretty boy
the youngest Of four that came there
from one family. Their mother was
dead and the father the same as dead;
but they are better off now, and all of
them seem contented and happy. Ev-
cry one there has sad history, but
they do not realize it now. Several
hundred have come and gone within
twenty-five years, and nearly all of
them have done we'll. Many revisit
the spot in after years; many write Of
fectionate, grateful letters, and some
send tokens Of their kind remem.
brance. One young man who has
prospered and receives good wages
sends S. monthly out of his earnings to
help maintain some other orphan. That
is about what it takes-$250 to $500
month for the sixty who are there. At
twilight there was a curfew bell, and
the children gathered in the parlor
and we had music. The girls and boys
sang some sweet songs to the lead of
the piano, gift from Mr.. M. R.
Berry, and then the supper bell rang.
The elder persons and the visitors were
seated at one table and the children at
three others, and at a signal from
Mrs. Taylor there was silence, and
there was reverence, too, for she made
one of the sweetest and most motherly
prayers / ever heard. It was brief,
but it was beautiful. Then came the
feast-not display Of good things,
but good bread, good butter, good
coffee, and at our table good, fat,
we'll roasted turkey, that the girls had
cooked for Mr.. Hemphill and he let
me have some-yes, I got o plenty.
That was the second turkey, Mrs. Tey-
lor said, and she had muny more that
she had raised-about one apiece for
each child. Good gracious! Feeding
orphans on turkey! Well, why not
once in while? I never saw an or.
phan who didn't like turkey, There
are lots of good things about there.
While down in the field I found some
ripe moypops, and have not passed
liking them yet, and black haws and
red haws were in sight, and these boys
knew every tree, and where the chest.
nuts and chiDquapins grow.
But the home needs money, and its
wants must be kept before the public.
1t is blessed charity to give it,
charity that is full of promises in scrip
lures. It should be enlarged and more
orphans sent there, for I believe that
it is the best training school in the
state, and it's inmates will all make
good citizens. Old Father Jesse Bor-
ing foundedit, and if there is heaven
be is in it. He was pioneer in good
works. That's the kind of paternalism
believe in-being father to the
fatherless. Ny good mother lost her
parents when she was little child.
The pestilence swept them into one
grave and she was sent to an orphanage
in Savannah. They were good to her
there and she used to tell US the sad
story, and we would stand by her side
and listen, and our hearts get full and
our eyes overflow. But one day a lady
came and chose her from among the
children and took her away. It is the
same way at this orphanage now. They
come and they 60, and are scattered
from Georgia to Texas.
Good people, this is the noblest and
sweetest kind of charity. Let us help
it.-B1LL ARP, in Atlanta Constitu-