The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1903-11-06

much devil to control some folks
and the little devil that is left in
fellow will grow mighty fast.
Mr.. Bon dogan, a widower OF
Rives, is awfully bothered with the
buzzing of matrimonial bees around
him. Now, Bon has heretofore
been a noted Republican, but he has
had change of heart and is a de-
clared candidate for matrimony,
subject to the action of any old DEM
ocratic widow or old maid.
We have learned to love the peo-
pie of No. -Four because they are so
friendly, so torgiving. They do
not only look over your mistakes
and faults, but they forgive and
forget them. IT it had not been for
the Christian forgiving spirit of the
people of this district your humble
scribe would long since hav. been
lifting his fruitless voice for recog-
milton in some strange land.
We are proud of the fact that the
circulation of Tie Commercial is in
creasing SO rapidly and continues
to grow in popularity and in real
worth, and it we continue to have
the success in the future that we
have had for the past four weeks,
long before the December holidays
she will rank in number of subscrib-
ers second to no other paper COM
ing to Rives. We approached a
fellow the other day who said: II
don't need the paper for the family
l live with takes it, but you send it
to anybody you please and l will
pay for it, for l want to help you"
God bless the man; he has no idea
how much good that did me, and /
sent the paper clean out of the
State where others can read of
friends and loved ones left behind.
One day last week we were COM
ing to dinner tired and worried.
We had been picking up sweet po-
tatoes all morning and had our
hands behind us and had Just passed
the sweet potatoe house when we
heard the music of a sweet, familiar
voice saying, John, honey, run
back nd get me a half-gallon jar
of apple jack and jar of straw
berry jam. and make haste l at
once realized something wonderful
had happened and l said, ''Who is
dead?" You never mind who is
dead, you bring it quick. You
ought to have seen me get a move
on my poorold self, wondering what
all this could mean, and when l
went into the dining room and saw
our ew red table cloth on the table,
which always means something un-
usual. ana as Asat the jar of fruit
down my curiosity had increased
such an extent that l inquired
again who in the world was dead.
20, nobody, John; but Uncle Jim
Hogue, OF near Troy, has come and
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must be nice and smart, and when
you come to dinner don't try to eat
up everything on the table like you
never had enough to eat in your
life, and when you help your plate to
anything once that is enough; it is
ill-mannered to dish in and eat like
hog; and now, John, you 60 in
and talk to Uncle Jim until l call
you to dinner, it is not quite ready"
So l went in and spoke to Uncle
Jim and had his horse put up and
fed and we talked of old times when
used to work for him, and how
pleasant to reflect, and talk of old
times fifteen or twenty years ago,
when starvation would retreat
through the crack OF the kitchen as
we would come in at the front door
with whole dollars worth of pro-
visions at one time for wife and
four or five anglo-saxon kids to
feast on for a whole week. / tell
you it, is funny when you feel that
way, but it is not funny to go to
the table with happy anticipations
of eating all the apple jack and jam
you want, and every time you dish
into it your wife kicks you on the
shins under the table with the toe
OF her shoe, made sharp on purpose
for that business, and whom you