The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1909-04-27

left as preclpltately as ne had army
ed. That evening he sat silently in
the piazza Of his fathers house, more
miserable than if he had been con-
demned to die.
"Come to supper, David" said his
mother to him, in a kind tone.
II don't want to eat, nanny"
muttered the love-siek youth.
"Well, David,' commenced his
sister, "you jes oughter be ashamed
of yourself to let Becky Bright get
the upper hand Of you in that sort Of
way. And look here, Dave, Bek's
got to do a days sowin' for us for
breakn' our slate"
"Wy sister Teener, she didn't
break the slate. broke it myself, "
demonstrated her brother.
eyes," continued Christina, "but
she was the occasionment of your
breakin' it. It oughter have bin
broke over your head, you saft-heart-
ed nix roots, you!'
"Oh, don't be too hard on Dave,'
pleaded his mother. "Poor boy, he
is not well. Go to bed, David.''
He rose from the bench on which
he was seated in the piazza, and pass
ed through the house without saying
a word; but before he entered his lit
tie room his father tapped him upon
the shoulder and whispered TO him:
"David, my son, I have often said
to you, and I say it agin, beware OF
the winning"
When he had entered his room and
carefully shut the door he lighted
his candle, took from his trunk his
writing materials, and then placed
the sugar kisses before him on the
table. He then carefully removed the
little verselets folded, and attached to
them. His next step was to arrange
them in a column, and then fixing them
by placing ten cent piece upon each
one, to prevent the wind from dis
turbing their order, he copied them
off as they stood,-obtaining sum
total as here exhibited:
Dear maid, no mortal tongue can tell
How much I love you and how we'll.
Oh tell me now, fair maiden, will you
marry?
! If so, Just name the day-don't let
us tarry.
Cupid's sent his dart
Right through my heart.
What is the use to be so cruel?
I am sure that I Will, Miss, if you
will.
Ny soul is dark in words of meas
ured length and slow
I from my heart do heave a heavy
load of woe.
Charmer of my life
Will you be my wife?
Know then this truth, enough for
man to know,
Virtue alone is happiness below.
expect, before week is passed,
that you will
Occasion, or a wedding, or duel.
Some people say, ''to love IS weak,
ay wicked"
But they are those who've loved and
have been kicked.
/ wish I was humble be,
And you rose upon tree.
Oh, name the day! or would you
rather
I'd ask your mother or your father?
Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh give me back my heart.
David read and reread what he had
copied; and at length sprang to his
feet and wrung his hands with de-
light.
"Well, well, well," he exclaimed,
"this does beat the hollyhocks! Wy,
| it 5 as easy to do as to fall asleep
when a feller's got a good GAVIN
shunce. Now, jes to think: here's
Mr.. William Houzeal, who larnt me
and sister Teener to read and write,
and me to cipher, he now and then
borrows books from his kinpeople,
the Summerses, and not long ago he
fotcht home a book wat is called the
'Dishearten'd VILLAGE writ by a.
Mister Oliver Goldsmith. Mr.. Hou-
zeal says, it took this man nine years
to write it, and half the time he was
at the pint of starvation; and [ don't
wonder at it, for it to take man
nine years to write three hundred
lines. Mr.. Houzeal, he told me, it