The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-05-25
BILL ARP'S LETTER.
Try to be Content---1hat is the Advice Arp
Gives During Troublous Times.
Atlanta Constitution.

will be the outcome of this old war.
"You'll know by waiting and the
days are coming this way. But the
eager people don't want to wait. Aunt
Ann, our old Guinea African cook,
came up this morning wild with ex-
citement. She declared that two
trains went up the road '"bout day
brake dis mornin' all loaded down wid
400 dead soldiers carryin' EN- to
Chattanooga to bury EN-. Dey just
killed in de fust battle and hadent
been put in no collins. Blood runnin
from 'em through de floors Of de cars
jes like hogs. OATS what dey tells
me"
We are having birth days and other
episodes at our house nowadays just
like there wasent any war. My wife
has been saying for long time that
she owed some social debt to our good
neighbors, and was just obliged to
give dining-and she did. We had
given the anonymous peafowls away
and sent them to the country, but
they all came back in few days aud
we managed to catch them and coop
them, and so We had couple for the
dining. They were round and fat and
beautifully roasted. There were
twelve good lady women or womanly
ladies at the table besides my wife
and one man. I was that man.
The prophet Isaiah tells US Of
time coming when seven women shall
take hold Of one man, but there were
thirteen after me, and 1 felt as meek
as Moses and as humble as dead
Indian. / got along pretty we'll,
though, considering age and infrmity,
and stood by my colors until the
Strawberries and ice cream were
served, which was, I believe, the
fourth or the fifth course, and then 1
heard the door bell ring, or thought 1
did, and left the festive board. These
swell dinings are hard upon me, and
upon the children. Two dear little
granddaughters had waited and waited
and peeped through the crack of the
door dozen times, and when | went
out one Of them said, "Grandpa, amt
they done yet ?" 1t reminded me Of
the old Scotchman who got tired Of
waiting for his wife to come home
from meeting-so he went after her
and as she was near the door he tip
toed in and whispered, "Ain't he
doom yit ?" eyes," said she, she be
doom some time, but he won t quit
My old friend, Eugene Harris, says
he has watched the Methodist preach
ers at his mothers house during
quarterly meetings-watched them
through the crack Of the door until
they had eaten up the last gizzard in
the dish, and then they would sit and
sot over their coffee for half an hour,
and at last get up and say amen and
amen and pat their stomachs and go,
and then. and. not till tEen did we
boys get chance at what little was
left.
And our little organ grandchild had
a birthday. She rose up to nine years
and gave little outdoor party to her
little cousins. Everything was home
made, and I'D was nice, and I was in
vited and enjoyed the cake and ice
cream and strawberries as much as
they did. And she got some nice
little presents from home and abroad,
and I believe that if had my way
she should stay as young and pretty
and happy and innocent as she is now
all the rest of her days. But | reckon
that couldent be did-could it?
BILL ARP.