The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1905-12-06

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over to the fish house, an ye can put
on some oilers an save yer good.
clothes" On the way they met the
well remembered old lady Albert had
first noticed at the prayer meeting.
She recognized him and, offering
rather soiled hand, for she had been
spreading fish On the racks, exclaimed:
In the Lords name I thank ye, Mr..
Page, fer rememberin' poor old cree
tur like me an sendin' that dress. !
make sure the Lords teched yer heart,
an if ye amt a believer yet ye will
be-"
Il am glad my little remembrance
pleased you" answered Albert pleas
aptly. "It was only trife, and you
need not feel obligated for It" BE
kept on after Uncle Terry, not wishing
to waste any time, but she followed to
add more thanks, ending with, "God
bless ye, sir, an may he warm the
heart O. one good girl, fer ye desarve
| it."
When he had donned a suit Of oilers
and Uncle Terry was pulling out OF the
little cove Albert said: "That old lady
is the most pious person ever met.
| No one could doubt she means every
word she says"
WAL, it's about all the consolation
she gifts out O. life, an 'twixt you an
me, she takes more'n oil the rest g
the believers here" answered Uncle
| Terry, "an' at times most envy her
fer it. She's sorter cracked bout re-
ligion; leastwise that's my notion, an
! mebbe it's lucky she is, seeln's she's
| poor an nothin' but that fer comfort.
She's smart 'nufr other ways, though,
an there amt nothin' gofn' on here she
| don't know. She's kind hearted, too,
an if she had anything ter give she'd
share her last cent with ye. If emmy
body's sick she's allus ready to help.
Thars lots O wuss folks in the world
than the Widder Leach" And then,
| as If that crowned the sum total Of her
virtues, be added, "Telly an Ltssy
thinks lots O her."
He paused for breath and. turning to
see If they were heading right, re-
sumed his strong and steady pulling.
Thar" observed Uncle Terry, point
ing to a long and narrow ledge, is
whar Telly started fer shore all alone
Just nineteen years ago last March"
And then be added while he watched
Albert's aTerted face. "Twas an on
lucky day fer the poor sailors an a
lucky one fer US. fer she's been heap
O. comfort ever since"
Tell me, Uncle Terry, why it Is she
feels so sensitive regarding her history
and what Is the cause Of the peculiar
moods you spoke Of last summer.
noticed it last evening, and 1t paired
me very much"
"It's hard tellin'. She's a giM that's
given ter broodin good deal, an
mebbe when she was told the facts she
began ter suspect some O her ances-
tors would be lookin' her up some day
She allus has been good deal by her
self sence she got her schoolin', an most
likely doin' lots O. thinkin'. But Telly's
all right, an the most willin' an tender
hearted creetu- ever seen or heard
on. She'll make an alnazin' good Wife
fer some man II she ever finds the
right 'un.''
When they reached the island Uncle.
Terry landed and, going to the top Of q
cliff, scanned the sea for signs Of fish.
"Mackerel's Gurus fish," he observed
to Albert, who had followed. "They's
q good deal like some wimmin-ye
never know whar ter find 'em. Yester-
day mornin' that cove Jest inside o the
pint was live with 'em, an today I
can't see q sign O one. We better sit
here an wait q spell till sight
school,"
To a dreamer like Albert Page the
limitless ocean view he now enjoyed
lifted him far above mackerel and
their habits. His mind was also occu-
pied a good deal by Telly, and while he
desired to please the kindly old man,
who imagined fishing would entertain
him, his heart was not in it.
Don't let US worry about the mack
erel, Uncle Terry" he observed as they
seated themselves on top Of a cliff.
This lone, uninhabited island and the
view here will content 20 until your
fish are hungry"
ut allus sets me thinkin', too, an
wonderin' whar we cum from an
what we air here for. An our stay IS
so amazln' short besides! We air born,
grow up. work spell, git old an die,
an that's the end. Why, 1t don't seem
only last year wher cum to the Cape,
an It's goin' nigh on to thirty now,
an I'm Almost through my spell O life.
What puzzles me is what's the good o
bein' born ct all if ye've got ter die so