Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1898-02-13

To get his patrons well in trim,
 Then sends his partner once year
 To finish up the work for him.
 All hail the saint both kind and dear,
 And may his luster ne'er grow dim!
 Ella Wheeler Wilcox, in N. Y. Sun.
 AVALl9nDF A.==...!IIs|,SMlia1'!C!''.N .I|, : 'NI M|llin1l'|i.z.IllIE A.,onr99 SAY,AY, stran g er, { |s1sN sTe - M VI could tell ye CT A LJEI6nT WV booty good story "A IN NNM bout thet haouse "A 0OlDh /NM up ther'." 1 was N taking a trip ,'-3sf IhS through the coun-
 try on my bicycle. I had just passed through the pretty village of D., and here on the out- skirts I found great, beautiful house, with wide driveway leading between big stone posts and up to the pillared portieo. It was such d beautiful place, up there in the sunlight, that l wanted to look longer at it, so l dismounted, and, leaning on the stone wall, l was admiring it's fine proportions when | heard the rattle of a farm wagon and in a moment the rattle stopped just behind me, and then a voice which announced a story in connection with the mansion.
 A good-natured looking old gentle man was sitting in long farm wagon, such as is used to bring the potatoes from the field or the apples from the or chard. The horse was a dappled gray, so fat he could hardly move, and cer- tainly if l had been ill any hurry l should have kept to my wheel but then time with me was of no consequence, and 1 did like stories, and there would he an unusual charm about this, for the old man had the peculiar pronunciation and queer nasal twang of that part of the country. So I loaded the wheel in behind and climbed in myself with the driver.
 "Goin' fur, be ye?"
 ''Well, friend, 1 don't just know how far. I'm out for fun, taking my vaca- ton on my wheel, partly because I want to be out of doors and partly be- cause I haven't the money to lay ort in ear fare"
 "sho. neow. Wal, ye ken ride weth me fur's go, an thet'Il save yer whee! some"
 I'm sure you are very kind to help" and right there I had such spell of coughing that the sentence never was finished It seemed so funny that he never thought of the wear and tear on his equipage, but in his generous heart only sought 10 save me and my wheel.
 "Consumptive, be ye?' and he looked at me anxiously,
 hastened to say that it was the dust or the neat that made me cough so.
 Wal, I'm 'tarnal glad ter heart. I've heard said consumption, the kind the hev meow, wuz ketchin'. I bet l wouldn't hev lived out half my days eff hedn't CT ben keerful ter steer clear CT them diseases't I knew wuz ketchin' [ ain't but so, but 1 bet eff scarlet fev'r CT diptheree should git holt CT me I'd never'd git overt. Youth don't count fer nothin' weth them things"
 I looked at him to see if he was joll- ing, but not smile on his face as he spoke of his youth and the uncertainty of his recovery from either of those dis eases. Did he really think himself young man? I could not tell.
 Haven't you had any of the diseases common to children o.
 Wal, I should say't I he'd When Jane's baby he'd ther chick pox l went downt Mollie's ter live in the village, an I'll be pizened ef them blamed pox didn't keteh me ther'. I tell ye the blis- ters WIZ suthin' ter see, an ain never got overt yit an I never shell, It ketches me somewheres every little while. Jane says it's rhumatiz but low young folks don't hey rhumatiz; my granther wuz over CT hund'ed an he never he'd it an I say it's the re- mains CT thesl pox."
 thought it time to bring bis mind 70 the story he was to tell, so I cas- ual!y asked if he was personally ac- quainted with the inmates of the great house.
 Wal, should say't wuz. Iwent ter skeool weth the old man. but I ain't seen i'm fer years. He shet himself up an don't go nowhere. bet he ain't nigh ser smart's be, an he ain't ser old by two year; no sir, he ain't.'
 His name was"
 Flint, Jo Flint an twas CT good