Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1897-05-05

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S--Ef-AA over yonder IL
@SSA MlSknII5 the 'tate1
@SyA ISE&EsZ5t patch!"
!SSNsASNSSSZ .'You don'i
49, ISs tell me so! I'll
Ssss. S5Sa Jest ha'ter see
sNc Pete bout them
cows o his'n. How'd they git in,
Mags" ="
sfDuhno, les they jumped the fence
over at the back side."
The freckled, red haired girl re-
treats into The cabin but reappears at
the window q moment later and calls
oht-'.Dad, I'll take Joe and Billy
md go drive them cows out. You
jes' stay hero and git yer talk out
with Mr.. Snow. Here, Joe, you an
Billy come on an hurry mp. about it.
Yer air most as slow as ole Pete his
sef." And with a merry laugh at her
bright remark Mag jerks faded calico
sunbonnet from nail on the ''porch"
and followed by Joe AMI Billy, is soon
Oh her wsy to the "'tatef patch."
''Honey, be shore an put the fence
up good; that ole 'brin'le critters q
tarrible jumper, she is, calls the old
man after her, then turning to Francis
Snow he says:
"Mr. Snow, that gal O. mines q
mighty smart GAL"
"Yes, Mr.. llsilnan, see that she is
very industrious. Is she smart at
school OF has she ever been to SCHOOL,"
'sSmartl Well, / should remark |
Why, Mr.. Snow, l tell you %hut's n
fac', Mag could beat every chile in
school an the teacher ter boot all
holler on spellin' an readin'! Smart
1;should say she wus smartl"
Francis Snow stroked his soft thick
mnstache in order to conceal smile.
Sz.1 80 ,ll, Mr.. Halmau, these little
country schools are well enough for
small children, but don't you think
you ought to send Mag to college?
You told me you wanted to educate
Your boys; now is
tant your girl she sa:2,i
education? szt ! ecsI
more SO. No e,:5se vtl'. So e
die suddenly. sat yen ,.
zpre2ent"--&isl . - 1,v -
notes the rop - ss.'
and the robuss .,;laa o '-i= -.
s'but such tl..es tc-4ae,S.
your boys could live on here anu worA
the farm. but what could Mag 90?
Yes, Mr.. Halman, 1 think you should
send her of to school. How old did
you say she is?"
"Fifteen, sir; fifteen this month"
replies the old man, as he removes his
wide hat anl begins to scratch his
head slowly and thoughtfully. "Well,
sir, everything you say Is gospel
truth, and l b'leeye l ought'er send
Mag to better school N what we has
up here. did low ter send Jim over
to Persesser Jinkins's as soon as the
co.ton's all picked, an how I'm agoin'
to pay fer two is more'n | kin see at
the present. Yes, stree! there amt
no doubt about it, Mag oughter be
sent to school some more gin she gifts
grown, cause Mas's pretty .tolerable
good gal, Mag is. -"
"Well, Mr.. Halman, I am very much
interested in Mag's education, and if
you'll pay half, why l'll go the other. :"
"Boy, air you clean gone crazy :?
You are grit through and through,
boy, and I'll take it an pay yer back
when / kim"
"Anl if you never can, it will be all
right; will never miss the money.
Goodbye, I'll come over in the morn
ing," aud with q parting nod Francis
is walking away.
'.Hol' onl boy; Mag can't so TO
that thar town school, cause thar jest
amt no place fer her ter stay at, an l
have sot my foot down that thar shan't
nary gal O. mine board at none o them
colleges.
Francis slowly retraces his steps.
s'rhat matter can be easily arrsnged,
Mr. Halman. I have sister in the
city, Mrs. Terroll, who no doubt will
be glad to have Mag stay with her.
I'll write TO her tonight. Goodbye
"Good day. Mr.. Snow, I'll talk ter
my wife abont it," and Mr.. Halmau
enters the house, STOPPING his head q
little as he goes through the low cabin
door.
Francis Snow having written to his
sister and having received satlsfac.
tory answer, and Mr.. Halmsn having
talked it over with his wife and Mag,
they meet and hold long converse
ton, and the result is that when the
cotton is opening in the field, the
burrs are turning brown, and the
leaves begin to fall Mag leaves her log
cabin home in the hills and enters
Mrs. Bostwick's Select Seminary fol
Young Ladies in the city.
Four years have passed since Mag,
with red, disheveled hair aud bare,
brown feet, drove the cows out of the
potato patch, and tonight Mag, tai