Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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1 'jpt.1,1''nmm iW* *5rHE At It ain'r what they say i ... It ain't whut thev sa> r It ain|t whut is said by . i J Their desks makin' up ?ut th' fellers thet gath An' argy on tariff an' w bo'a t' know how t' vot* Them's th' Court y' n It ain't whut thev say ii Although there's a rig It ain't tn' Congression.-i Thet hows a perpetual But th' fellers tnet lean An' talks th' thine over A-tryin't' git it nil dow They're a-doin' th' tall It ain't whut they say a When fellers git up wi jJ flit back t' th' weavers ; Thet got Work an' W i Th felleni thet elbow 01 y With thirst fer real kno * An markin' their pause . , Th' East's voice is th< a v. .1 T It ain't what they say i It ain't whut they say It ain't whut they say t It jeers once or twice But th' fellers thet lingc An' talk over matters o An' make up their mind An' thcr talk is down > J Celeste's 0 By TEMPI It was the lambchops that began it. "Mother simply must have them." Celeste had said, with her crooked little smile, that was half pathos. She counted themoney in the small pockethook and looked thoughtful. "It means that you and I will have soup again. 'Tltia." she decided. "I'll get a bo::e with a lot of meat on it, and a choice collection of vegetables, aud if it is a cold day it will be all right, won't it?" Letitia tried to respond with enthusiasm, but failed. "We have soup so often!" she murr.^ured. Just then from fVo a tired voice: ? I "Girls, if you are planning my dinner, I don't want anything but toast .< and tea." j "O dear, she heard!" and Celeste slid down from the couch and limped to the door. I "Mother, deary," she said, "we shall be rich to-morrow, when L,etit:a gets paid for her music lessons." |f The little white lady, propped up j among her pillows, smiled at the slender maiden with the crown of , red-gold puffs. "Yes. and then you | will buy birds for me. But I shan't let's you." | Celeste smiled her crooked smile. , "You are like a bird yourself." she evaded. "If I were Muffles, I should eat you," and she smoothed the great yellow cat, which lay like a spot of gold on the white cover. j "Ah, Muffles" ? the little white , lady touched the soft head with ner thin fingers?"he is fat and lazy?but I he loves ms?" "Everybody loves you," said Ce^ leste, "and it's too bad that you have to be so much alone. But 1 -.m so blow about things?" "Yes. my deary," said her mother, ^ pitifully, for Celeste's crooked smile was not the only crooked thing about her. There was the turned fcor that made the little limp. ^ "I wish I could do something besides housework."Celeste confided, as Bbe and her sister ate a frugal luncheon of bread and jelly on the kitch^ en table. "If only I had some of your brilliancy, 'Tit>'a, dear." "You have a dozen talents in one." Letitia held her bread delicately in the tips of her long white fingers. She was tail and her hair was golden. Even in her shabby suit of gray she was exceedingly good to look at, and Celeste adored her. "You have a dozen talents," she repeated, "if only you had a chance 10 develop them." If she only had a chance! Celeste thought about it as she made her limping way through the frosty j streets to the provision shop. There did not seem to be much chance for a girl with a limp and a crooked siniie. If her father had , lived she might havelearned to paint; ' that was the dream of her life?to paint as well as Letitia played. But j there had been a friend of her mother's to teach Letitia, and 110 one had offered such an opportunity to Ccleste. She sighed as she neared the little shop with the shabby sign, which read: . I C. Smith. Staple and Fancy Groceries and Meats, ' Vegetables. Kith and Oysters in Season. C. Smith was a chubby little tnan,| , who did not seem to gee aiong very well in the world. People were apt to pass the shop with the shabby sign far the more pretentious stores up Bthe street. Gut Celeste liked him because of his cheery smile, and bel cause his meals were very fresh and very good. pit. "But he doesn't know how to dis. play his wares," she thought, as she . glanced toward the little window, where everything was higgledy-piggledy. Her artist's soul revolted at the flyvspecked cracker boxes, the left ^. over vegetables, the tipsy signs. The lamb chops, however, were kept In a white tiled refrigerator, and the meat block and knives and C. ^ ^ Smith's own apron were as clean as * possioie. "I want another soup bone," Celeste stated, and smiled her crooked ~Bii.-uu probably seems to you that we are living on soup." C. Smith smiled back. "I know it Is going to be good soup," he remarked. "The very sound of the !; vegetable* as you say them over is g* ..jl , . .. <.. . - (BITERS. n th' Senates ' in tb' court> the men at > a report: era at Todd's store at night hether it'a right as they git th' beet light, light call L.ast Resort. n th' papers, ht smart amount; il capers I fount; over Hiram Gregg's fence fr'tn hither to hence, n t' hnrtl sense, kin* thet counts. t th' dinners, ith white vests; an' spinners i Hud Biggins' bench wledge they're tryin* t' quench, ? with hammer an' wrench, sir*. an' t.h' West's. n th' lobbies, in th' marts, vhere th' mob is, an' departs. ir at Jonas (Jra.v's gate { country nn' State, s?themes th' chaps pays th* freight, close to their hearts. ?J. W. Foley Chance. 5 .E BAILEY. ^ different from the way other people do it. You use red peppers and okra, : don't you?" | "Yes. I had the receipt from my grandmother. She called it creole I soup. 1 believe cooking is my only I talent." I "Well, my talent is cutting meat," C. Smith contided. as he wrapped up j the parcels. "I don't seem to succeed much at anything else. Nobody would come here if it wasn't that I have the best meat. And as it is, most of my trade is leaving me?and j I don't see why." Celeste sat down on a box to talk. The limping little foot was tired, and she usually rested beforu she began the h.ng walk home. "Well, maybe you are like me," she said. "I am sixteen, and I haven't had my chance." I "But I am three times sixteen," said C. Smith, thoughtfully, "and I am a man. It seems as If I ought to j know how to work up trade." i Celeste's eyes wandered to the unj tidy window. "If you wouldn't mind , a suggestion," she said, hesitatingly. I "Not a bit," said C. Smith, briskly, and sat down on another box. | "Well, if you would fix up your window?" j "I know," C. Smith agreed, "what j you mean. But I haven't a bit of an ( idea about things like that. And i there's mother. She lives over the store, but she has no Ideas, either? not about fixing up?and there you are." "Maybe if you would just take out those cracker boxes and put in fresh fruit and vegetables every day," Celeste suggested. "Maybe it would help." he agreed, with enthusiasm, and Celeste, having | rested the limping foot, went home and put on the soup to boil. It was really a very good soup. Letitia admitted that. "You always j manage to give it a distinct flavor," she said, as the two girls sat together at the little table in the halo of soft lamplight. "Even the soup bone tastes like more expensive meat." Their mother added her commendation whpn tho rffor.tr - -' " Uiaui\ a CUJ/ UI 11, strained, and MufBes,feasting on soup meat, expressed his feelings in an appreciative "Purr-up!" On the strength of their approbation Celeste carried a pitcher of the j soup the next morning to C. Smith. | "I thought you and your mother | might like it." she said, "and every} body can't make it." I C. Smith flushed with pleasure. "You come right up and see mother." ! he said, so Celeste climbed the staircase haltingly, and came into the bright room above. | C. Smith's mother warmed the soup [ at once. "Charles will like it for his I lunch," she quavered, with a smile I that matched C. Smith's own for cherriness. I And presently, when Celeste went | down stairs, the owner of the shop ! said to her, "How do you like the 1 window?" Celeste looked at it somej what dubiously. The fly-specklcd cracker boxes were J gone, but the fresh fruit and vegetaI bles were in a jumbled mass that did I not tempt the eye. "It is better," she : said, "but it isn't best." I Celeste had an inspiration. "II ! you will let me come early in the j?|"~ A Bunch o ft&'i With. ??" > r -j"?1 ? "> " J IjMj By MENU (jrrti Knockers open no doors. Itfli Happiness is the child of Nothing worries worry wt (Ml This would be a sad worl wri) The life counts for little A friend is one with who SfQ] Hours that are minted in mil To-morrow's burden is th SjS of 10-day. (Ml A merry heart kills more |MJ When you walk toward tl hind you. mil He who has friends only ?tj[ lose them. Never put off to to-morro [t\ He whose life leads nowhi morning," she s&Id, "before man people are on the afreet, I will fix i for you." "I couldn't trouble you," he pre tested, but the look in his eyes said "I wish you would." "It wouldn't be any trouble." Ce leste insisted. "I could sit on th box and direct you. And I am unde a lot of obligations to you. You al ways give me more meat on the soui bone than Just a dime's worth am yesterday I saw the prices on th< okra in other windows, and yoi couldn't possibly have afforded t< give me all that you did for a nickel.' He flushed ^ that. "Oh, I wantei to do it," he said, simply. "I guess i man has right to do as he pleases." "So has a woman." said Celeste with her crooked smile, "and I'll bi here early in the morning." The next day people coming alont the village street stopped to gaze inn C. Smith's window. There was noth ing there but pumpkins and pineap pies. But the pumpkins were ter raced in even rows, and betweei each pumpkin was placed symmetri cally a pineapple, and the gold of th< pumpkins and the russet and dul green of the pineapples were matchei by the tints of the autumn leavei which framed the window. C. Smith sold all the pumpkins ant all the pineapples, and the next morn ing people again stopped and starei to behold a great block of ice, hoi lowed to hold a quart or more of lus cious oysters. A wreath of green hid the shallov pan in which the ice was placed; be yond this was another wreath of eel ery, while flanking the whole, boxe of crackers and bottles of catsup am sauces suggested the appropriate ac companiment to such a feast. C. Smith had a run that day on se: l'oods. and the next week the house keepers flocked to see a triangle o I green peppers outlined with a vivii line of red peppers, while behini f VlO m tune om ^f I liivui ?? uo u u Wl UVI ?J IUVT u L JUUllj I cabbages, each topped by a tomato A little sign told the housekeeper that now was the time for makini pickles, and that a choice receipt fo such pickles would go with each or der of vegetables. The receipt was written on cards ii Celeste's neat hand, and C. Smitl told her radiantly that night tha everything was sold. "But I don't see what you are mak ing out of it," he said. "I am having the fun," said Ce leste. "I like to think of the windov work as a study in still life. And like to know that 1 can attract cus torn; it gives me a sense of power." But C. Smith was thinking, and thi next day he made a suggestion "Look here," he said, "you mak some of your Creole soup. Lots o my customers would like to have it I can tell them that you will have i here hot in porcelain pails at 1! o'clock. You ought to earn some thing that way." And that was the beginning of C Smith's delicatessen department am of Celeste's success. And when, th< day before Thanksgiving, the won derful window was gorgeous with it circle of crimson cranberries, its gob of lemons aijd oranges. Celeste's mas terpiece, a great roast turkey, stuffei with chestnuts and laid on a blu< platter, had the place of honor. As the business grew she hired i helper, and the creole soup, delecta ble little pots of baked beans am baked ham were served on alternat days. C. Smith took a bright boy t wait on the customers who throngei the counter. There was now no fly speckled untidiness, and although Ce leste was rarely in evidence, her in fluence was over it all. C. Smith even swung a new sign ii the place of the shabby one, am prosperity reigned. "And the best of it is," said Ce leste, as she made plans for the sura mer which was to give her mother trip to the mountains, "the best of i is that when wo tome back I shal , study painting." "And then you'll have you chance," said Letitia. But Celeste smiled. "My cfcanc came," she said, "with the pumpkin and pineapples in C. Smith's window and with that first pitcher of grand mother's creole soup." ? Youth' Companion. i Inventor of Italics. > Italics were invented, or rather, de signed, by Aldus Manutius, a celt brated Venetian printer, who firs t employed the new style cf letter i an edition of Virgil in 1T>01. Th imitation of script, neat yet decora > tive, became so popular that Mann tlus dedicated it to his native countrj ! Italy, whence it became to be know i nu Ttaliart r\r mAro onrroot 1 *r Tiniu >f Bramble || In it somewhere hidden. iXj 1* F. COPE. Ityj helpfulness. [m| >rse than work. d but for our sorrows. rj] vhen it always counts the cost. |nf m you would go camping twice. <?$ heaven keep bright on earth. iYfl| e only one that breaks the back [Ml microbes than any medicine. lie sun all your shadows are be- Im) to use them has them only to ml} w the meanness you can put off -wS are in never late in getting there. Im * TO MAKE TURKEY GRAVY, o Pour off the liquid in the pan in " which the turkey has been roasted, j From the liquid skim oft six tablea spoonfuls of fat. return the fat to the pan. set on the range, add six tablespoonfuls of flour and stir until well B browned; then pour on gradually, while stirring constantly, three cup; fuls of stock (in which the giblets , and neck were coooked). Bring to . the boiling point and let simmer live _ minutes. Season with salt and pep. per and strain. After the gravy is j strained many prefer the addition of _ the giblets finely chopped.?Amen s ican Cultivator. 1 CHOCOLATE PUDDING. 5 A delicious chocolate pudding may j he made from the following recipe; _ Take three tablespoons cornstarch, j two tablesj>oons cocoa, two-thirds cup sugar, pinch of salt, one quart of boiling water. Mix cornstarch in a little cold water, add salt to boiling v water. Mix the rest together and cook five minutes; then flavor with vanilla and set away to cool. When s ready to use serve with the pudding ^ the following sauce: One pint of milk, one egg. one-half cup of sugar, one teaspoonful of corn^ starch. Mix cornstarch with a little cold water. Beat egg. add all tof gether and boil until thick. Flavor ^ with vanilla. 1 5 GRACE CROQUETTES. ' These delicious croquettes have s hitherto been the secret of a Southern 5 family. Their recipe, which is simple r enough, was divulged to me not long - enough, and I give it herewith for the benefit of tne Home Page readers: a One pound of chestnuts, one cupful 1 of boiled rice. Boll and mash the t chestnuts and stir into the rice. Season with salt and pepper, and mould - into croquettes. Immediately before placing in the frying pan, which - should rest deep in boiling fat, the v croquettes should be rolled in egg I and cracker crumbs. But they should - not stay an instant after this. Otherwise the egg will soak In and the croe quettes will lose their shape.?New York World, e f MACARONI CUTLETS, j Macaroni cutlets will furnish a , toothsome delicacy by way of an en" tree or supper dish. Put six ounces of macaroni cut in , very short lengths on to cook in boilj ing salted w?tc Add one heaping p teaspoonful of butter and simmer until tender. a Cook a quarter of a pound of lentils j and a quarter pound of chopped onions in a teacupful of water until j the lentils are quite soft, then stir in g two hard cooked, chopped eggs, a tablespoonful of butter, seasoning of a salt, pepper, made mustard, chopped parsley and mushroom catsup, also > j one raw egg beaten up. e Allow to cook slowly till firm, stir o in the drained macaroni, mix well j and turn out to cool. Shape into neat cutlets, brush over with beaten egg, toss in fine bread crumbs, and fry till brown in smoking fat.?New York Press. a d '[H O V/ S E HOLD Maple essence in your ice cream is ' a good substitute for maple sugar. In rinsing a pot that has been used r to prepare sweet things, use cold water instead of hot. e The hall seat of Flemish oak upholstered in leather is one of the new / designs for fall. 3 Table linen, in order to bring out the bright gloss that makes it attractive, should be dampened. When hanging your linen to dry, use two lines comparatively close and parallel for your tablecloths and ~ sheets. n After the table lir.en is thoroughly e dried, remove it from the line and prepare to dampen it. A whisk broom is excellent for the purpose. rt Ono of the favorite popular sandu wiches in a new tea room is spread with cream cheese and pimentoes? Spanish sweet pepper. Green pepper is almost as tasty. , Try adding chopped figs to a nut and apple salad. The flavor Is Immensely improved. Not much of the fig is used; just enough to give a suspicion of spicy sweetness. Qnrlnbln tho i nhloolntha frnAlv ho. lun.v ??v ft.? VUI? , i/f Ing sure that the selvedge ends or hemstitched borders are thoroughly damp. Roll up tightly, patting the roll frequently to spread the dampness. A sure way to keep the gathers of the combination short skirt and corset cover evenly distributed Is to lay ? them in tiny perpendicular tucks all the way around after the manner of a princess frock. ; It was chance that hit on a way to Improve the somewhat tasteless celery salad with mayonnaise. One < night at dinner a woman cut up small blocks of her cranberry jelly among the celery *.nd was delighted with the results, both In looks and taste. Forti "MAKV ANN* HUBBLE." I once knew a woman named Mary Ann Hubble. And tins woman always was looking for trouble; She was looking all day from the time she got up, To the candlelight hour when she sat down to sup. She would look nil around her, and search high and low? Just lookiug for trouble where'er she would goAnd you may be sure that this Marv Ann Hubble Had more than her share of what people call trouble ?Deborah K. Obis, in St. Nicholas. CONUNDRUMS. When is a doctor most annoyed? When he is out of patients. What man invariably f.nds things dull? The scissors grinder. When is it easy .to read in the woods? When autumn turns the leaves.?Philadelphia Record. BLACKY. I would like to tell you about our little cat. He is very bla"-k and has not a white spot on hint. He has large, yellow eyes, and he is similar to the cats that the witches carry around with them on their hroonts on Hallowe'en. Almost every one that sees hiii says, "What a funny cat! 1 wouldn't like to meet him in the dark." He seems to he very fond of the stove. One cold day this winter, while my mother was aboui her work, perceiving the stove door open, he quietly crept in and nestled down among the ashes and went to sleep. After a while my mother canic to the stove to remove the ashes. She turned the grate and out flew Blacky! in a cloud of dust and ashes. His fur and ears were a little bit singed, but no further harm was done. When my mother saw Blacky fly out she thought that something had exploded in the stove. But she soon found out what it was. We had a hard time getting the dust out of his fur. I guess the fright was enough for him. for he has nevef since attempted to go into the stove, but prefers to sit in a chair in front of it.?Edna Thornton, in the New York Tribune. MARY AND THE KITTEN. Mary Stone was walking down the street, returning to her home after a visit made to some little girl friend. The day was very cold, and Mary uciu Her njun ciose againsi ner race as she hurried along the almost deserted street. Just as Mary turned a corner she saw a little kitten run from an old. untenanted house, going across the street toward a small park. The poor little animal looked cold and miserable, and its thin body spoke of starvation and abuses. In a moment Mary's sympathy was enlisted, and she turned across the street, going in pursuit of the kitten. She had conceived the idea of carrying the wretched little thing to her home, where it should have feed and warmth and loving care. When Mary had almost reached the kitten's side and had stooped over to grasp it in her arms, saying, "Kitty, kitty, come here." the frightened animal ran off down an alleyway, for kind treatment had never been bestowed on it, and it did not know that tho little girl who was trying to capture it had good intentions. Rather did it think there was more torture for it to suffer should it fall into her hands, so it ran off as fast as ever it could, hiding from sight. But Mary had seen the kitten disappear behind an old barrel in the alley, and thither she went in pursuit of it, calling gently, "Kitty-cat, kittycat. come to me. I'll not hurt you, | kitty-cat!" As Mary began searching behind the barrel, and some boxes also piled there, she heard a noise at her elbow. Turning, she beheld a very old man, in ragged clothes. He was leaning on a stick and his face was drawn and white. He was in the shadow of an old stable, and Mary supposed he had come from its shelter. She knew at once that he was some poor outcast. "Say, little girl, are you after the kitten that just ran around that barrel?" asked the man. "Yes, sir: did you see where it | went? 1 want to catch it and carry it home with me. It looks so miserable." The old man sighed. "Yes, to bo out in the cold?and hungry, and no friend in the world?is enough to make a creature?animal or man? misernble. I think, little girl, that the kitten is in one of those boxes. Don't frighten it. It has been used so badly that it is afraid of any person?even a friend." Mary thanked the old man and turned to continue searching for the kitten. But after a while she cave un In despair, for the kitten seemed to have disappeared from the earth. She turned toward the street, but in doing so she saw the old man looking in a garbage barrel for food. When he found that ho was being watched his pale face flushed, and he turned to leave the barrel. Mary's heart throbbed with pity. The man was so old and thin, his face pale from thp pangs of hardship, his eyes dim with unspoken misery. Going to him, she said, "Are you in need, sir?" Tears leaped to the old man's eyes. "Yes, little girl, I am greatly in need. 3 have been out of work for such a long time. I am in real need. But a child like you cAnnot help me. 1 iren...1 | thank you. though, for your sweet, interested look, and for your having uuticed a worn-out old man." "But 1 can help you. sir." declared Mary. "I live just around that block yonder?number eleven?and my papa and mamma are very kind people. They will find something for you to do, I am sure, if you will call there and say I sent you. 1 must look a little further for that poor kitten, but I'll run home very soon. Please do go to my house?number eleven? and ask for my mother. Mrs. Stone, and tell her 1 sent you to her." "But. little girl. I fear she'll think me a common beggar, and I couldn't hear to lie thought ihiir for I tmvoi begged a penny in niv life. I have been seeking for work?everywhere ?but cannot find any one who w.'ll employ such a good-for-nothing old man. Y011 see. child, after the body has become broken by hard labor, the face aged by time, no one wants you about. They think an old person can't work. But 1 could work and work well if 1 only had the chance." "I'm sure you could." said Mary, all sympathy. "1 know you are an honest man. We want such a man to work for us. Please go round to our house and tell my mother that I? Mary?sent you. I'll he there as soon as I can find that poor kitten " "Well. I'll go. and a thousand thanks to you. little girl." said the old man. "If I were more sprightly, | I'd hunt the kitten for you, but my legs are not very nimble any ntore. If your mother has work for me, I'll see you again, and thank you a thousand timts more." Then the old man. repeating the name. "Stone." and the number, "eleven," went off round the corner of the block, and Mary continued looking for the kitten. She went on down the alley, and just as she was about to give up the search for a second time she came full on the kitten crouching against a fence, while some boys from across the alley threw st tnes at it. It seemed to have lost all its strength, and crouched there in its misery, waiting for death. Mary, shaming the boys till they sneaked off behind a barn, stooped down and stroked the kitten tenderly. Then, as the little thing did not try to get away, she picked it up in her arms and went homeward as fast as she 4 could run. When she entered the living room she was a little surprised at the sight she beheld. There, seated in a comfortable chair, his hat on the floor beside him, was the poor old man she had befriended in the alley, and talking to him as though he were an old friend was Mrs. Stone. And while she talked she busied herself making a cup of tea for him. Now. Mary had expected her mother to And some light employment for the old man, but she had not expected to see him seated?like some privileged friend?in the living room, a cup of tea being made for him by the lady of the house. But her mother was not long in explaining how it happened that the old man had not been sent round to the kitchen door, where Cook would see that he was supplied with food. "Well, dearies," said Mrs. Stor.e, "I shall now introduce you to an old friend?my father's most faithful servant, one who lived on our farm when I was a little girl, like you are now. I used to call him 'Somas,' not being able to say Thomas.' And I knew him the moment 1 laid eyes on liini at the door a few minutes ago, and before he had spoken three words, 1 said. 'Why, it's old Somas ' A n.l I Un/1 u:? r rwm I iiuu nut ?>:uu nun lur lllieun years, not since niv marriage, when I i came here to live, such a long way | from the old home. And then, as you have heard me tell, father and mother sold the ol.l i?laee and went to live with my brother, wh( re they both died a few years ago, as you remember. But we had all lost sight of good | Thomas?and here he comes in. so unexpectedly. And I am so glad to have him with us. He's worth his weight in gold. And such a gardener as you used to be, Thomas. Oh. such strawberries as you did raise!" "And I'll do it again, if you'll give the chance," declared Thomas, his ago seeming to slip from him while the hot tea he was now drinking was warming hint up. "Yes, I'll be as happy as any man can be if I may work for you. Miss Lucy, excuse me, i mean Mr?. Stone. I always think of you as little Miss Lucy." And the old and trusted servant smiled like a happy child. "Oh, you shall never leave us." said Mrs. Stone. "But?Mary, dear, where did you get that poor kitten? It looks as though it were half dead." "Oh, I'd most forgotten my poor little waif." said Mary, putting the kitten down on the floor. "It's a little orphan and I have adopted it." she said. "And while you are fixing up dear old Somas I'll take kitty to the pantry and feed her. We've increased the household by two new members mamma?" "Yes, and my little daughter Is to be thanked for both man and kitten, for It's her Rood heart that found them both."?Washington Star. The city of Wallsee, on tho Danube in lower Austria, once famous and wealthy because of lta millstone Industry, has just seen Its glory completely fade away through the closing of its last millstone concern. J