The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-12-25
Piedmont Letter.

4! words thai, like a welcoming angel.
stand upon the smooth platform Of bris.
tol board In society's social announce
ments. To these inviting words many
| Hook to grasp the hand of the hostess, re-
count bits Of interest. hear pleasures and
altogether be duly and wholly ente, .asn-
ed with some of the choicest brief IN :
ments of their lives.
Will the readers Of the "Portman a Let
ters' who can endure, who can at all
bear transportation from Portman to
Fiedmont, pardon the writer for this
trouble to their. nerves and Christian
patience, inviting them TO occasionally
drop In upon us even on paper in the
home or columns of tho Anderson Intel
| l'gencsr?
Personalities-though not admittedly
so-Bre among tho sweetest tidbits of
eete-a-tete converse In these little social
functions; again will these dear readers
pardon us II we take them into our con-
fcenoe and tell them that should they,
between this and New Years, or, In fact,
within the whole year OF our natural life.
be passing by the correspondents home,
4 miles from Piedmont, In the Hurri-
cane Creek section, they. will find our
"At Home" announcement written on
brooms, dust-pans. gingham aprons, fire.
shovels and toDSs. More especially will
this form Of announcement be unchanged
within the next few weeks, but this out
landish form must not deter those refined
adopts Of the "bristol board" They shall
certainly find us awaiting them, even II
we must stop to remove our apron and
dust a chair in presence Of their approach.
While putting up pegs, hanging rackp,
Giving into corners and CROPPING out with
rubbish, strengthening this, smoothing
that, we could not help thinking would a
man do this way? Would he nail up his
fences, replace shingles. mend sbroken
windows. replace glass, paint worn places,
gather mp the bra bies, rake the leaves,
make his place presentable, clean and
liveable, as woman tries to do with
bor house?
There where hos tho secret of awo-
fran's short and patched-up life, doing
little things that don't count as an aver
age bulk! When tho whole is done day
after day, the littleness of it grioves her,
wher any Of 1t is left undonc, tho large
LESS OF its amount grieves her more.
She must be doing, doing from morning
to night. and Mt tho end say. what have 1
done? What wasted day! These con-
tinual repetitions Of what she calls wasted
days 80 press upon her more delicate ma
ture that before half way to the end of
life she Is dragged down and old.
Not 80 with man, he lives in the
realm OF optimism, he is not looking at
little things like pin points he Is look |
Ing e. the laTgo circumference OF their
radiations; what he does not do to. day he |
will do tomorrow, and If he does not do |
1t to morrow the next day will answer,
and ifhe docs not do 1t at all--weli-the
world will not come to an end for that,
or somebody else can dc e.; .io is not /
going to shorten his years about it or
spoil his good looks.
A patient housekeeper. who thus |
grieved day after day, aud arguing the
better part Of man in this allotment Of |
labor, said: 81 work 80 hard aud at the |
end of the day see nothing of my labor.
The whole day is gone in little things
that show up no account. Let my hus-
band go to tho field and you can see at