The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1903-12-30
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that it should give me no jealous pang
to think Of another woman's head on
your breast; that there is wedlock
which appearances cannot touch.
No. I never would never would
seek you, though sometimes the horror
Of doing without you turns into re-
proach. What is he doing? He may
| need me, and I am letting his life slip
away. Am cheating US both Of what
:, could have harmed 10 one?
It is not that usage is broken of.
Yet if you were to come would
punish you for coming!
Fine, heroic days tell myself we are
marching to meet each other. If the
day has been particularly hard I say,
"Perhaps I have carried his load, too,
and he marches lighter"
You have faults, no doubt, but the
only one I could not pardon would be
your saying II repent
The instinct to conceal defeat and
pain is so strong in me that l would
have my heart cut out rather than own
it aclcd. Yet many women carry all
before them by q little juGicious WAln-
ing and rebellion.
never believe in your unfaith. II
you brought a wife and showed her to
me I should be sorry for her and st1ll
not believe in your unfaith.
Louis, have been falling down fat
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up again. 1t didn't hurt.
1t is the old German fairy story.
Every day gold must be spun out OF
straw. How big the pile Of straw
looks every morning, ard how little
the handful Of gold every night!
This prairie in the Indiana territory
that I dreaded as g black gulf IS a
grassy valley.
I love the garden and I love to hoe
the Indian corn. 1t springs so clean
from the sod and is q miracle OF
growth. After the stalks are around
my knees they are soon around my
shoulders. The broad leaves have q
fragrance and the silk is sweet as vio-
lets.
We wash our clothes in the river.
Women who hoe corn, dig in garden
and wash clothes earn the wholesome
bread Of life.
Today Paul brought the first blue
bells Of spriug and put them in water
for me. They were buds, and when
they bloomed out he said. "God has
blessed these flowers -
We have to nurse the sick. The
goodness Of these pioneer women Is
unfailing. It is like the great and
kind friendship Of the De Chaumonts
They help me take care of Cousin
Philippe.
Paul meditated today: 81 don't want
to hurt the Fathers feelings. don't
want to say he was greedy ard made
a better place for himself in heaven
than he made for US down here. Is
it nicer just because he is there?''
His prayer: God bless my father
and mother and ErnestilS God keeI
nv father and mother and Ernestine
And keep my mother with me day anc
night, dressed and undressed! Goo
keep together al! that love each other
When he is man am going to tel
him, and say: But have built my
house, not wrecked it. have beer
yours, not loves"
He tells me such stories as this
"Once upon a time there was such
loving angel came down. And they
ran q string through his stomach ane
hung him on the wall. He neve'
whined Bit
The people in this country, which |:
called free, are nearly all bound. Those
who lack money, as we do, cannot s.
where they please or live cs they
would live. Is that freedom:
On a cool autumn night, when tie
fire crackies. the ten children of the
settlement. fighting CT agreeing, cone
running ftcm tl:aiI houses like hens
we sit on Tic i:oor in f:2at Of the
hearth, and I Suffer the OI>:..l repeated
martyrdom of tic lire l.!=. This
tale, invented once us fast is could
talk, have been doomed TO repeat un-
til dread tie SHADES OF evening.
The children bunch their heads to,
gethcr; their lips part as soon as be
gin to say:
DO you see that glowing SPOT il the
heart Of the Goals? That IS the l;ouSe
of the Fire Pig. One day the Fire lls
found he had no more corn, and nc
was very hungry. SO he jumped OIL;
Of his house and ran down tie road
till he came to farmers field.
Good morning, Mr.. Farmer said
the little pig. Have you any corn
for ME today?'
"Why, who are you" said the
farmer.
I'm little Fire Pig
mo, 1 haven't any corn for Fire
Pig
The pig ran on till he came TO an
other farmers field.
Good morning, Mr.. Farmer. Have
you any corn for me today
"Who are you:' said tie farmer.
"Oh, I'm the little Fire Pig"
81 don't know" said the farmer. 81
would give you (; great ba2ful If you
could kill the snake which comes ev'
cry night and steals my cattle"
The pig thought, How can l kill
that snake:" But he was so hungry
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