The Clinton chronicle. (Clinton, S.C.) 1901-current, November 27, 1919, Image 5
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fGod for nu fiovse
L ORD, thou hast given me s cell.
Wherein to dwell;
A little house, whose humble root
Is weatherproof.
Under the spars at which I lie
Both soft and dry;
Where, thou my chamber for to ward
Hast set a guard
Of harmless thoughts to watch and keep
Me while I sleep.
Low Is my porch, as Is my fate;
Both void of state;
And yet the threshold of my door
Is worn t/ the poor.
Who thither come and freely get
Good words or meat.
Like as my parlor, so my hall
And kitchen’s small;
A little buttery and therein
A little bin. *
Which keeps my little loaf of breads—
Unchipt, unflead;
Some little sticks of thorn or briar
Make me a fire, _
eiose by wKose llyffig^car T att; ~ ~
And glow like It.
Lord, I confess, too, when I dine
The pulse ,1s thine.
And all the othbr bits that be
There placed hy thee;
The worts, the purslaln and the cv
Of watercress,
Which of thy kindness thou hast sent;
And my content
Makes these, and my beloved beet.
To be more sweet.
'Tls thou that crown’st my glitterlhg
hearth
With guiltless mirth,
And giv’st me wassail bowls to drink.
Spiced to the brink.
Lord, 'tie thy plenty-dropping hand
That soils my land.
And giv’st me, for my bushel sown.
Twice ten for one;
Thou mak’st my teeming hen to lay
Her egg each day;
Besides my faithful ewes to bear
Me twins -each year;
The while the conduits of my klne
Run cream, for wine— ^
All these and better thou dost solid
Me, to this end,
That I should render, for my part,
-thankful- heart.- —Robert Henrlok. ^
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156 Acres in about 2 miles of Clinton, known as E. W. Ferguson
plaice, about 85 acres in cultivation, situated on main road.
One seven-room house, situated in a lovely grove; 2 tenant
houses; plenty of wood to run the place indefinitely.
65 1-2 Acres, in 1 1-2 miles of Clinton, about 35 acres in cultivation.
Four-room house; barn; well.
70 Acres, known as E. C. Briggs place. One tenant house; barn
and well.
211 Acres, known as Fred Johnson lands; One three-room house;
barn, 2 stories high, 2 stalls, shed on side, 12 x 20; 100
acres in cultivation; 30 acres in pasture; 60 acres in pines.
246 Acres, known as the old Dick Blailock place, about 3 miles
from Clinton. Houses in good shape.
200 Acres, known as Thomas Simpson place. Bounded by D. W.
Mason, John H. Pitts and others. Houses fairly good.
13 Acres, part of it in the incorparte limits; 1 nine-room house
as good as new; 2 tenant houses in good shape; fine barn
and stable; 1 gin house; 3 seventy saw new gin outfit; steam
- engine and boiler! corn mill and feed mill; 2 wells; water
‘ and lights from city.
152 Acres, known as George Boyd place; houses worth all we
ask for the land.
295 1-2 AcresTTnown as €. S. Lankford place, adjoining, the old
Ren Anderson place, J. H. Sullivan and others, one 6-room
house, 2 barns, 2 tenant houses, 1 well. Place well watered.
1 House and Lot on Florida street, 5 rooms finished, 4 rooms up
stairs not finished; house almost new. Look at this before
you buy. It's cheap; known as G. C. Johnson place.
1 House on Main street, 7 rooms;'' 1-2 acre of land; nice hams,
stables and well, and known as the Dr. Wofford place. Going
at a big bargain.
1 1-2 acres, known as George M. Wright home place, situated on
Calvert avenue. Price right.
NEWBERRY, S. C.
Three store rooms, 2 stories high with basement; pressed brick
and plate glass front with metal ceiling; up-to-date in every
respect. Situated on corner between post office and modern
six-story bank building. Right in the heart of Newberry
City, now occupied by Copeland Bros.
One 8-room house, owned by Johnson and Johnson, going at a
.bargain.
LAURENS COUNTY.
58 Acres known as the old Hannah place, hounded by L. D.
Hitch, Charlie Holland, W. A. Pool and Emmet Little.
400 Acres of land, known as the old Jeans piace, the prop
erty of J C. McMillan; 5 tenant houses, 1 barn, 5 stalls;
2 small barns, 1 well, 3 springs; about 100 acres in pasture.
Lot of good saw pines. Ooing cheap.
250 Acres, known as the old Dick Ferguson place; 1 six-room
house; 1 tenant house; 2 small barns, 2 good wells.
165 Acres'known as lands olMohn dairy deceased ! six room
house, 5 tenant houses, barn with six stalls, good well, about
100 acres*!n cultivation, 20 acres in pasture. &l>out 4.) acres
in pines. £ Some good saw pine.
Sumerel & Stgne
• Real Estate Dealers
A'annwA
T’S A shame not to share this
good dinner wltji some one,’ 1
said Lydia, who had loved to
cook from the days when
she baked mud pies In the
sun until the nights when
she made fudge In a chafing
dish. It was partly because
of her taste for cooking and partly be
cause of her distaste for boarding
house life that she gladly availed her
self of a suite In the Unit one-tenant
apartment house erected In her city.
Her living room with Its tiny fireplace
was flanked on one end by a bathroom
and a bed closet, and on the other
by a complete and compact
ette.
On Thanksgiving day Lydia flitted
from room to room singing gay
snatches of song. Her tfltn Itttte flg-
ure was lost in the looseness of a long-
sleeved white apron with which her for
mer landlady had endowed her when
she set out on this housekeeping ven
ture. Her auburn hair was soft about
her flushed face and her blue eyes were
bright with enthusiasm as she concoct
ed tempting dishes for her Thanksgiv
ing dinner.
The plump chicken browning In the
tiny oven was small, and the quivering
mold of cranberry -Jelly Just turned
out was small, yet there was much
more of each than Lydia alone could
eat, healthy and hungry as she was.
This thought came to her as she was
arranging pieces of toast for aspara
gus and with the thought came a hos
pitable longing to share her good din
ner with some one else who was
healthy and hungry. The girls who
were her co-wofkers In the public
library either had homes in the city
or had gone to their homes outside
the city for. Thanksgiving holiday, and
besides them she had made few ac
quaintances In the city* so she could
think of no one to Invite. —
She reflected that there must be
many lonely people in.that city who
would gladly share with her the dainty
meal that was now almost ready to
serve. Then she thought of the young
man who lived alone In the suite across
the ball from 1 hers and of whom she
had caught occasional glimpses
through his open door as he bent spec
tacled eyes low over a drawing board.
She found herself wondering, as she
had % sevend times before, whether her
She Concocted Tempting Dishes.
studious neighbor was an artist. She
thought he looked too businesslike and
practical for that.
'.Lydia smiled and blushed as she re
called the episode the evening before
when her spilled cranberries had
crunched under the good-sized feet of
this young man, who had come strid
ing from his apartment while she was
stooping In the narrow corridor to re
place the scattered berries in the pa
per bag that had turned turtle when
she inserted her latch key. There
had been stammering apologies from
both, and although the young man had
helped to recover the berries, he had
re-entered his apartment so abruptly
that Lydia was puzzled to know wheth
er he was displeased or embarrassed
by the incident.
Just when Lydia’s chicken reached
the right degrfee of brqwnness the
young man in the suite across the hall
completed the inking of the last lines
in the plans he was to enter In the
prize competition for a design for a
jiew public building. His deep sigh of
satisfied relief at the finished task was
followed almost Immediately by the
thought that he was very hungry. He,
too, had a fancy for cooking and had
taken the apartment that he might
have, In addition to uninterrupted op
portunity for study, the privilege of
preparing coffee- and eggs Just to suit
his breakfast taste.
A cold, drizzling rain made the out
doors so uninviting that the young
man decided to have a broiled bacqn
sandwich and coffee and cheese at
home Instead of going, out for a lone
dinner In a cafe. He opened the door
of the Icebox and shut It with a slam,
for he found that he had no cream,
and he liked a lot of cream In his cof
fee. Now, a lonely man or a hungry
man will frequently go far from con
ventionality. John Parker was both
lonely and hungry; his supply of cream
nndthrgroceryitoreg
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"Bread Cast Upon the Water*," She
Said Smilingly.
rain was pouring r outside and the
girl across the hall let tantalising
odors escape her doorway. Suddenly
he determined to ask her for cream to
ga with his coffee.
As he went swinging through his
doorway he ~ almost collided * with
Lydia, who stood just outside blush-
ingly offering him a tray eontttlnlng a
generous share of her good dinner.
. “Bread cast upon the waters,’’ she
said smilingly, “and the cranberries
you east back Into the bag have re
turned to you. I just couldn’t bear
not to share my Thanksgiving dinner
with some one;” there was a tremu
lous catch in her voice. “An0 yon
seemed to be as alone as I; Will you
take this?” timidly.
“You are unspeakably kind,” said
the young man, as he took the tray.
“And a wonderful cook besides,” Inhal
ing the odor of the tempting food. *T
was coming over to ask you for some
cream on the chance that you’d be
neighborly, but I didn’t dream of such
a neighborliness as this.”
Lydia caught the yearning glance
In his eyes as he looked through her
open doorway at the daintily set table,
and as she returned to that table there
were tears of gratitude In her own
eyes at the thojlght of having at least
shared some of her Thanksgiving with
another.
As for the young man across the
hall, he did some hard thinking as he
ale his lonely dinner. The drift of hi?
thinking was discernible afterwfltd In
his muttered remarks as he stood with
his hands in his pockets and stared out
through the rain-rlppled window at the
reflection of the lights In the shiny wet
street below.
“The way to a man’s heart may be
through his stomach,” he said. “I’m
not so sure of that; but the way to
cure a taste for lone living is to try
it when you have ^neighbor as charm
ing as mine. I’m thankful I t^jed it,
but I’m quite convinced of Its folly.
And now to convince my neighbor!”
And srosequently he succeeded In
convincing her.
(Copyright, 1319, McClure Newspaper Syn
dicate.)
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