The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1902-01-08

and September 1897, found this NETS
selling as low. AT that time the bottor
was touched at % "a, or about Q cent
an ounce lower than the record of 1901
HE IS NOT BILL ARP's son
Joel Smith, of Monticello, Fla
Is No Kim to Him and he Dom
Know Joel.
Atlanta Constitution.
Our Christmas is over, but the me
mory Of il will linger long. Most al
the kith and kindred gathered at tn,
old homestead and brought love an
gladness with them. All the far ava
boys save n we're here and L neve
saw them SO happy before. OF cours,
we had prepared a Christmas tree to
the little ones aud Santa Claus cam,
down the chimney and filed thei
stockings and then filed the tree will
beautiful presents and decorated 1T Will
gorgeous ornaments. That anxious
expectation and wonder Of the littl,
mes is all over, but the oil mansion il
still wide open and running over with
happy children and grandchildren and
Moore's first verse was changed to
"'Twas the night after Christmas the
rooms and the hall
Had the holly and m~istletoe still On the
The Christmas troo stands in the parlol
forlorn,
Its beautiful hangings all given and
gone"
Next day we settled down to music
and song and the quiet enjoyment OF
all the good gifts that Christina
brought, including turkey and oysters
for dinner and turkey hash for break
fast every day while the boys were
with us. These boys are all natural
bonn musicians and what with the
piano and flute and violin and half a
dozen sweet voices we had a choir of
our own, and when they got onto the
''buzzard lope" and other hilarities the
gills formed a ring and danced and
pranced to concord of sweet sounds,
and all of a sudden the maternal an
cestor lost her self-control and i,ined
the procession and bowed and curtsied
and chased all and held out her hands
invitingly to me. What could L do
but accept the uxorial banter anil as L
was about to take her hand in mine
and fly round, she flashed her Poca-
hontas eyes and declined my soft APP.
proaches. She flirted away on her No.
2 feet as gay as a girl and went coquet-
ting with one of the boys. That's the
way she treats me now in my antiquity.
Time was when she was glad enough
to take my hand and keep it and dident
dare to play coquette at my expense.
But now L am discarded, andSso L re-
tired from the ring singing that pathetic
old song:
"I'm the last rose Of summer left stand
ing alone,
My lovely, companion has left me and
gone"
But the frolic 10 about over and the
children have settled down to the
calm enjoyment of their dole and
horns and other toys and are still
The day before Christmas it
was a touching sight TO see some of
the old men slipping around slyly in
the stores buying pretty things for the
home folks. ! net my good brother
Yarbrough waddling along about dark
with some bundles and under his arm
a new umbrella. He said the umbrella
was for Htzekiah, his faithful servant
who had lived with him all these years,
and was true and tried and had never
owned an umbrella. That was good
and kind and was proof enough that
Brother Yarbrough belongs to our old
set and had slaves to serve HIM ssbefo'
de wah."
But, Mr.. Editor, l ana still perplex.
ed. My Christmas pleasure has been
marred somewhat by my pity for the
poor credulous, dependent women all
over the land who are the dupes of that
Monticello man. Every day brings
more letters from those who have long
since sent the 1875 to my son at Mon
%ticello, Fla, and got nothing back.
They cay they trusted him because he
was my son. Many of them begged
OF borrowed the 1916, for they could
not get the subscribers, and 80 they
made up a list of names from their ac-
quaintances and then they went to
work on the endless chain hulnbug and
got other women In to send more
more and be duped. .
Now. Mr.. Editor, 1 beg you to put
it IN large type and print it in red ink
that Joel Smith, of Monticello, is no
son of mine, nor do 1 know anything
Of him or his paper. saw a late issue
in which he boasts of having 40 ,O0O
subscribers, which 1 suppose means
$40 600 that these dependent women
have sent him. He promised them
800 q month to write three hours a day
and some Of them sold their jewelry
and other precious things to raise'the
$25. Mr.. Editor, do please lend your
columns TO stop this fraud upon oul
poor South I'm women. And now We
see that another endless chain paper
has started in Athens, Ga. These
frauds are bringing discrelit upon th,
press aud distress upon poor women
1 inclose q sample circular. Pleas,
stop 1t. Kill It.. Crush it. It is wors,
than the cherry tree swindle.
Bull ARP.
p. 81 will give $40 to find on
! who started that lie that the Monticeli,
, man was my son. / have received a
least fifty letters saying, "Your son q
Monticello" oic. They make m
tired. I had three from Texas Chi
nxaxa;r, n