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THEJWEEKLY^EDGER:CGAFFNEY,'8*C., JANTTABYSa, 1896. ON ROCKY CRKKK. Christmas As It Is and As It “Jso To Bo” Way Down Tin- <• l:i .n.Ci Own <’i>nn!rv.’ A Korklrx* i liriittnitt I>riV'‘ *'11 •'**t Illcv ” Tour l in'Ie ICurti< Mnicox ><iu>8 < lirl-t !!>'« * VlTHP-i. <!innrr to Kbttle. ijot tl.rough ivi?»* , ami put all tbo I didn't sou how I moro inside of (Cojiyruitt, i Onest a year, as ri g ar as the tinv rolls aroun l, 1 can catch my fool • : feelin like I would love to male ■ a c: . mark and .spit In f s it, and turn i*. • { and bo a hoy again for a fow days any 1; and that is in the CiirislmaH. To he certainly , v . 'Nv, of c< ursc it don’t CV > pay nobody t» a v be forever look- ‘ \ > \. in hack, weepin 't'? ■ and wail in over somethin they can’t help. You can’t feed your pigs on the milk that is spilt. Tho past is most in generally always past. There is life for tho iivin and death for the dead. Christmas Now mill Then. But in durin of the Christmas—that’s when I take tho baok track in my m'.n l and go nosin around promisees into th'* long ago. Bight then if I could hut only have my way about itl would sp in out and start over, and go back and come again, and live over the ha rum scarum scenes of my boyhood days, and have one more rale, genuine, old-fashion Christmas. Tonight I can shot my eyes and look back down tho long and dusty roa I which, my wanderin foot have trod, and oncst more I can see the'oldhomo place, where I was born aod bred and hutu red and brung np—where wo had Christmas that was Christmas every year. 1 can see that same old brown house looinin up in tho moonlight, with shed rooms for us boys, and a wide open pass way where wo use to hang up the saddies, whilst the dogs slept on tho blankets. But somehow or somehow else Christ mas now..days is a right smart like the old song you hear—it ain't like it use to be by a whole tremendius big sight. It comes and goes too blame quick and suddent like. I don't have to wa t ami wait, and wish and wish, and count the days till Christmas comes. By the time 1 do about a little and stir round some and git tho cot.on out and tnc corn in and haul up some wood, by gra cious Christmas is here. It maybe mougbt be all on account of the man in this case, but 1 don’t see m> high-heel times and general Christmas confusionment goin on now like wo use to have back down there in tho old set tlement. Tho fiddles don’t turn out such loud and stirrln music, and the boys and girls they don’t danc • as fast and furious nowadays. Tho fires ain't so roarin bright and hot, and tho din ners ain’t near as plentiful and good, and the eggnog ain’t as strong, and tho fire-crackers don’t give out such tre mendius loud reports as they d d in them old days which I am tollin you about. By gatlins, Christtn is is powerful bad swunk up it seems to me when I see what it is now, and then look back and bring to mind what it use to be. ClirMtma* An Was ClirUtma*. At the reglar time oncst a year Christ mas always did come at our bouse. But I recollect one Christmas wh'oh still stands out in my remembrance mote brighter and happy than the common run, and p< or as 1 am I would give tho finest gal calf on the place if I could only turn everything backward in their flight and live that Christmas over oncst more before tho last final shower comes and I have to go in. Tho Lucases—Uncle Hiram and all of his folks—come over that time and spent Chr.sttnaa with us. which it also come to pass in them days that mo and Andy want nothin more than a rough and tumble team of y earl in boys. On Christmas Eve all tho men folks and boys went to town to lay In tbe general necessaries for a good time. Now Uncle Hiram ho was way yonder tho most out- doincst man for runnin with the boys you over read about, and be took mo and Andy around town aed fix’ d us up right. He pitched .n and bought us a whole p i isle of slulf for fancy eat<n, and firecrackers and torpedoes and raw ponder and the like of that till wo had materials enough to keep up a steady line of firing and alarm tho lottlement for three d iys. Then we went on borne, the most hap piest pair of boys that ever left a track in all them regions perhaps. And of all the shootin in the history of Panther Creek we had it right then and there that night. We went out in the back yard and built up a big fire and turned loose and shook the earth and painted tho sky red. Presently Joe Nick Stringer and Will Tom Pickens and John Ai drow Milligan they h' urd the ■non&lioui fuss ;.nl confusionmen^and com'* over to jinn in with us. By-und- by when the tire-crackers and things played out we look and bored a hole in a big oak tree so wo could fill It full of powder and stop her up and tech her oil and let her go with a mighty roar. Wo kept up the fun and didn't cease flrin till about midnight, and there ain’t no tellin for certain when we would of took out and quit if Joe Nick hadn’t backed himself into a right bad Bcrapc, When it cornu to liis tin»o to fire of! tin* tree gun he didn’t move his washln quick enough, and coiis'-quentlally the stopper hlnwcil out aiid lilt him on hU b It hand and I,nm ! I’d Ihren of hi« lin;'ei , out of whack. W" then adjourned tho wcoiin for that night. Tho next day ail the hoys got to gether and throwed in dogs t II we had thirl en in the pack, and we went rah* hit h mi In till dinner. After dinner wo didn't do nothin much but loll atound tho house and hang out by tho fir- and wai \Y !dtc 1 (>pl< • Min Cur slm: . u v inmmil. i i. .1 i it bon y any . . v* Months. W ii, that night us hoys went possum I,i.,i■ n nd bird thrashin. Didn't you i v.rg> lin'd thrashin? If you never ;i; iv; > down to Bocky Creek some- in i>< .I* iv»• barn the brush heaps oil i t • v-gro ind and wo will go. Tho it.r !■> i: roost in the brush heaps, you niiib i's; i, >iid when tho crowd closo tit v.it th ir torchi'S and shake tbo hru ii i:.i; birds fly out and you can lur oh Yin down with a stick. Thu next night me and Andy wo went to i ig candy pullin—which they soon run it .nt > a break down dance—ovi-r at the Pickens place. It was a long time before an* and Andy could squeeze our- sclves up t> a pint where wo could face tlie music and go in the house and git mixed up with the girls. In tho main time wo hung out around tho door and pee| ■ d through tho window liko a pair of young idiots, which we were. But man sir, when wo did break in and git started there j st want no hoadin of us, and ivu soon turned outtobothe biggest men on the grounds. “At slii;iiii schools and spellln bees, That's where we us • to .di ne; \Ye I'Ouhin't shij a littl; hit. Nor spell so unghiy line, but when it co.ue to courtiu gals An's •chi of ’em home Why we was thar, an 1 you hear me li was honey in the comb.” I tliink i would ho happy—yes, by tho Iivin Ilokuspokus, 1 know I would bo happy tonight if m * and Andy Lucas could go b.ck and t"tid ono more candy puibii at tho old Pi kens place, and I could run one more ol d-fashion reel w*ith on 1 ' girl m particlar that was pritty as r d suoes and biuo stockins witu yaller Lull garters. One Kci'kles* C • i M inas Drive. If man born of woma i could live right on for a hundred years, John Andrew Milligan nover would forgot a reckless ride that mo and him and littlu Bunk Weatherford and Blov Scroggins took one Christmas night. We all chipptd in that day and hooked up two lior»u.s to a double buggy and went to town. Tho weather hit was scandlous c >1*1 and naturally of courso h r * was moro or b ss of “w hile ink” and “sp *r.ts-of- cats-a-fightin” lloatin through the crowd, and when wo started out on our retain back homo that night wo i.ad all tank' d up to a general average of about six bits iii tbo dollar. Blov .Scroggins was tho driver, and whilst he has got cart loads of sense for common, under tho general circumfer ence of a Christmas calamity nko that ho is the gonobyest, hlamdust biggest fool—and moro various and sundry dif ferent sorts of fool—of any mortal man, iivin or dead, that I have ever saw. Ho hung the lines over the dashboard and turned the horses looso and hero they went, up hill and down bill, in a dead run. We holt on for life, but he spilt us out ono by one, and when tho horses got home they want bitched to nothin in particlar and had shed off all tbo harness but the hames and traces. Peo ple passin along the road that night could find buggy wheels and swinglor trees and old harness and matt and a full lino of sun Ides s tattered from Uau unto Hahborsham, as it were. So far so bad. And in throe months I reckon that terrible Christmas ride had pass'd out of sight and out of mind with everybody but John Andrew Mil ligan. It seems as if John Andrew never could disrememb *r it. In Die n' xt followin fall after that a whole piisJe of us made up another lit tle pot, so to spo k, and lit out and went to the State Fair. John Andrew Milligan ho was the onlyest man in the crowd that time that went oat and changed his breath too frequent like. As wo come on home, ridin on the rail- to id cu s ir. passin back and forth be tween the boxes John Andrew lost liis holt and fell out. We bad run two or • hree miles before we missed anybody and Andy Lucas was the first ono to sound the alarm. “Blamed if we ain't short a man soini'whcres,” says Andy the next thing we know. “There was seven of us when we got on the cars and we ain't but six now.” Then ho counted noses and John Andrew come up missin. That was in the old times when tho railroid trains didn’t have to fly liko lin y do lunv, and we got tho conductor to run b e k slow till we could find tli it which was lost. When wo got to John Ami ew he was laying crossways of the Ira k with his face all bunged up and blei din. “Are you hurt, John Andrew?” says Bley S Higgins. “Not very much to speak of,” says John Andrew, “hut hy gollys, Blev, you drive loodurn reckless.” And It was the next mornin after we got homo before wo could make John Andrew believe anything hut that ho had h* en riding in a double buggy with Die v Scroggins for a driver, Tim Turkey In the Pot. Christmas <l nn*rs every day, < atvly piilllns every ulglit, JI w it star s a man t • lb ukin nr last turn* In* was tq lit. Tiicu vim kinurr miioIi the kitchen W . .fie vie uals smwkin hoi— \. hen .I'C air is fuil o music Ami I he turkey 'ii In the pot. An;ile elder In the cellar. liraiuly pearlies by the score, In Hi pa dry ft icks <>( doiuhnuts, in. aid*, cake* mid ides guh're, Tar s and flitters, smtsagr, spiro ribs. Ami the good Lord know * w hilt no£> Win a Hie air >s fall oi music AudTtiu turkey’s in the pot. T' ' t!:/* fiddler tunes his fl Idle l or eolillious. tins and reels Ami llw hoys feuigny and devilish tVIih new spr nz hoards In their kMls; An i iii>' girls they look so Uuiplln \ a moii ht hut one on the spoUr V- h m th mo Is iu I of mush: And the turkey's In the pot. \\ i !i th' n idlln and the dnncln A u Im leaslin every w heie, i li"i '*' 'as *' ">r el ri ho .y, j i i a pie di aus hi *i> ire. A 'ii < i ok ah oit “il m m »tjey” i h lid I .ue*'' I- J t try tvi-y \, 1 1. • air is ml o iilti't" .to . t... inikey's hi tne pot. T" 'l • old in m It si"' s hurl In Not i i • w ■ i to* idul t i.a* hreeze, (' I- .<| e.s oi d idluini InliesoiM V. I'u Hi" ,i lillchi's ;n li|- k'luus, I! .|i n ■ ; I I . e; giio ;* all I sh'h'IkP an o I all - oil In a tiot— Wl.i'li Hie • I is full of music And lac turkey’s In the pot. Bcrut Saxdem. ARP AND HIS WIFE The Only Ones That Are Now the Old Homestead. at Children Are Sexttemt—Arp Tnkee Wife to the tierinwn Opera—.V Talk With Ur. Kerris About Kugene Held. His Half a chicken—half a doz^n bison Us, a little hominy and butter and a small pot of coffee. It has been about forty years since yifo and I sat down to as little as that. Of courso it is enough for us, and more than enough, hut it looks so stingy; only two of us now, ex cept when wo sMid off and borrow a grandchild--our home daughters and the littlo orphan have gone to Florida for tbo winter. My wife says she hears tho rats galloping in their rooms up stairs every night. They have found out that iho girls havo gone. My wifo wasn’t sure that rats mado tho racket, and so about midnight, when deep sleep falluth upon a man but not upon a woman, she aroused me and asked what it was. B-ing prematurely deaf on rats I couldn’t hear anything, but to satisfy her I took the candle and went upstairs in my nocturnal garments and bunted all over the rooms and closets and under the beds, and found nothing, of course. I didn’t expect to find any thing. She is just loncsomo and sad, that’s all, and she didn’t like to hear me snoring while sho was ruminating about tho scattered children. All of tbo ten havo left us at last, and by and by old Father Timo will separate us too. Of course wo could go and live with some of tho married children, and they would bo glad to have us; but 1 never saw an old couple that liked to givo up their own homo and fireside. Tbo habits of forty years are hard to bo broken. Half a chicken is enough, but even that is a sign that wo are alone—wo two. J didn’t feel like say ing grace over such a stingy meal. “Why didn’t you cook it all, Aunt Ann?” said I. Cos it’ll ho hotter for supper, sir,” she said. But wo send for a grandchild now every day or two and swap tb**m around, and they are always glad to come. My wif ’s greatest pleas ure now is potting tbo grandchildren. Sho says sho is nearly bl.nd, hut I see her sewing op something oyery day— fixing up something for tueir Christmas gifts. A child without a grandmother do' S not havo its sharo of happiness. Every grandmother is a Eugene Fiold, though they can't make poems of their feelings. I was talking about Field the other day to my friend Ferris In George Adair's office, and ho sa.d bo used to set typo with Field for Tho St. Louis Times, and the boys always had a good timo in jeffiug with him. “What’s that,” said i. “Well,” said ho, “wo didn't throw dice for the cigars, but wo threwem qua ls.” “What's that? - ’ said I. “Well,” said he, “type-setting is counted by the oms. It is a quad piece, and there are three little nicks on tbo shank, and jelling was played by taking up a handful of quads at ran dom and throwing them down upon tbo table, and the one who showed up the fewest n.cks lost tbo wager. 1 remend- bor that F old was gonorally tho un lucky boy, and had to pay the cigars. There were seven of us who g nerally spent our leisure titpo together after our night’s work was dope. There was Heiny liuQuod Fatty Smith and Dummy Eiwards and the Monk and Betsy Ueyd and Gene and myself. Betsy was a hoy. None of us were bad or wild, and Gene was as amiable as ho was unlucky. There was more in Inin than wo knew then, and 1 always full a prldo in having been ono of b scompanions. You know that Charley L< wis was another type setter and took his pen name of ‘M Quad* while on Tho Detroit Froo Press. Setting type is a good sc ool for a boy. lie is oblig'*il to )earn literature whether ho wants to or not, and tlp-re is many a ono who has made his mark besides ffen Franklin and Eugene Field.” *‘But what about tho ‘quad?’” said I. “Oh, that is a Latin word and means how many. We were paid not. by tho number of ems hut by the pleasure of them. It look two o's or three i’s to make an em.” “Angelina,” said I (when I feel very loving I call my wife A'»g llna, like the hermit did). “Angelina, my dear, wouldn’t you liko to go to Atlanta and hoar Dimrosch opera? You haven’t heard an opora since I took you lo bear Son tag and StefTanonl and Max Mare lack in New York in I8.*>3. Just think of it —that was forty-two ,ioars ago.” “Ob, it costs too much money,” said she. “Only fit,” said I. “’I wu -ipl jars for a good seat in tbo balcony. Suppose wo go and bear 'Siegfried.”’ "Jessie ought logo,” sa d she. “Jessie Understands fine music and never has beard an opera op the at tgo.’' That settled it. 1 had ho ii"4 it hjnted around that my wifo would Lke to go, but wouldn't ask mu—so 1 bad to ssk bur. We bnv<* boep, Venl, vidi, midl and 1 am ifttsfled. Four hours on u bard wood seat will satisfy any veteran —even it the angels w< r • making music, It was all German tome. I heard Jenny Lind sing once and that was music. ( understand that and I was charmed. It thrilled ni'* and filled inn with unutter able rapture and all 1 could do was to weep with emotion. But this German business lin'd rao awfully and I slept flgjit good at limes. I can sleep holt Upright never move. Wh *n tho music was soft an^ sweet f onjoyd it, but 1 couldn't sae anyth riir hafdlv. Hiepfrl'd was mending an old limk n sword and 1 1 k"d that old lime Mack- ? iniill shop, hut them was a tail woman n front iff f>>,° with a Idg black ostrich feather in tier hat up l sho hobhed it around ao I didn’t oven sec ih ■ anvil cut in two. It's an outrage. T|j" i*<fy behind me had no auch obstacle. Them are no foatbers op my bo.id. The • 1 nk of tho hammer and tbo screech of ths file were good and the music chimed | with both delightfully. Siegfried is a good blacksmith and ou^ht to follow the trade in my opinion. 1 wish they would sing in English. I’ll bet there were not ten in a hundred of that audi ence who understo> d a word that was sung. They go there because it is con sidered the thing to do. It is fashion able. Of course thoro was some swoot mi s >* and so ttiero is in a church or in the pudor or in a minstrel show and it don’t drag along for hours. Siegfried had lo kill a dragon and it took him a half an hour, it was a drag on sure enough. 1 could have killed him in a minute with that mugiesword. But tho birds did s ng in st sweetly and that lady that was fa ddeii up in tho trees— ah, that was d> iicious. I liked that. The drums and horns all hushed for that. Sometimes whon iho whole or chestra was in full blast fiddling and blowing and drum beating for dear life and stopped all of a sudden it scared DIVORCES DENOUNCED. Plain, Straightforward Words from tho Peu of Sam Jonoa. Scripture Give* Dot €»ne Ground for Divorce —The (/'ommon Cause* of Legal Sc;>a- ratlon*—Club Life a fruitful Source of Matrimonial Troubles. COPYRIGHT ISas The press of the middle, western nnd eastern states the hist few days I :i« been teeming with seundul nnd un- nouneements of suits for divorce. Mil lionaires and hums alike are parties to the suits. Divorce proceedings in u court furnish food for seundul. I'key are scandalous in themselves. In tli.s free country of intelligent beings whei e a man has a world of women to chose from, and he finally makes his choice and under solemn vow and public pledge he takes the woman to be his wedded wife and they both promise to mo. I thought something had bursted lo'c and cherish each other so long or the boiler had collapsod or tbo air brako como uncoupled. The sudden ness always awaked mo and onco I jumped so my wifo noticed it and asked wbat was the matter. I told her 1 had a sligh t palpit ition and was Yiruat* n -d with heart failure, which f am. At times it seem d t> mo tho musicians wore trying to drown the voice of that woman that Siegfried found asleep or dead in tho woods and sang her to life again, hut they couldn’t do it. I never beard such a voice in my l.f >, hut I was sorry that she was lame. She couldn’t walk at ail huidly. My wife siys sho was just langb d up in her shroud or may ho she had heen dead so long sho had lost the use of h r extivui't.os. Sho was the star—one of the great singciS of the world they say, but sho couldn’t do justice to herself with all those horns a blowing. S.egfrkd had found ber asleep in the woods reclining on a mossy bank, and a* bo h id never be fore soon a woman lie thou , r ht she was an angel and wanted to wake her but was afraid. For a long time he tiptoed and circled and at last ventured to touch her and his plaint.y ■ voice seemed to plead with ber to awake, but site didn’t. By and hy he got holder and leaning pyer pressed his lips to iu-rs and drew back as if be had comm t d the u:i- pardon ible sin. Weil, of eours;*, that waked her—of course it d .1; and after She bad com" lo le t's if she look d lovingly toward hiin and h"gan to ■> n , r —and ob, such noios. 1 don’t kii '-v what she said and 1 don’t car -, out t > r n - h'-l* It 0 p, • if 1* was love in it—lots of lov* and caught the malady an l sang baokut just such melody 1 nev -r heard, took him too long to wirko h r though, I think 1 won . nuvo wait, d in half the time. But all operas havo an end somewher ", and this one fin ill v closed, just in tim * for us to lose our train and we had to wait nearly three hours for the next one. This vexed me and I consider'd myself tbo injured p-rson, but 1 dlin’t complain—no 1 never complain. My wifo and daughter say that it was gr ind. and as 1 went tnere to pleas • them il is all right with me. It was graud, gloomy and peculiar. They h id r ’ad the opera before and knew wnat tho singing was about, and they told nr* how Tann- bauser and L diengrin were compos d nearly fifty years ago and were intro- du-cd iq Baris and Vienna and nobody liked them, and they w nt dead and slept fpr thirty years until Liszt took hold qf them and rev.vi-d Ilium out oj[ his grmtt regard for Wagner. Ho edit: cat' d the masie«l wo.'!J up to Wagper ! s standard and now tn-y are pi ay a l by tho wok in Biireuth, the greatest mus c il center in th" world By the Week is meant that it takes a whole week*t» go through one opera, for it il not cut or uhrid r.-d liko it is over h"re. The compitiy will play ail the morning and have a recess for dinner and con tinue in tho afternoon and agiin at night and tho next day and so on until the whole thing is finished. Merciful fathers—what would become of mo if I had to « nJuro the liko of that.—Bill Arp in Atlanta Const)tutiop. ANIMAL MECHANICS. The first wearer of armor was the erali. The first shovel was the pose pf tho shovel fh h. The human eye is a perfect camera oboe ura, The first mlobe bouses were built by the sw til lows. The first tunnel ever made wus exca» vatrd by the mole. The iinmtdillo was the fim wearer of plate armor. The turn and its muscles form tho most approved style of lever. A bird which builds a banging nest never selects a dead or insecure twig. The spring trap is constructed pn thp principle of the jaws of a shark or dol.- pbtn. The water Mmi| has n gelatinous ropo which |ie enn lengthen or shorten at pleasure. The ball and socket joint is seen to perfection in the upper extremity of tfio thigh bona, Crab pots find eel pots are exact mod els, on un enlarged scale, of the cocoon of the emperor moth. The famous savage clubs of Borneo were modeled after a thorny fruit which grows wild in that island. The bones of flying birds are hollow end fillM with air, by this means com bining strength nnd lightness. It is tiie smile >dil story nnd yet con'd ii nt I v recurring llmi Sinini'iis I.iv* ? Jit g iliif "I' is t be best fmii y imdic'tie. ' We bn vs pstil il In our f Hi»iilv for light yenrs tin I find il the l e t medicine we ever used. We think there is no sit'di medicine ns Sim- inons Liver Ifeculstor.”—Mrs. M. E S. Adington, Kia k'in, N. <’. "Each member of our family uses' it ns oc casion requitos.”—W. B. Smith, Mt, i Vernon, Ky, as they both shall live, then in a few short weeks or months, or perchance years, they rush into the courts with an open scandal and disgrace to bo tli and a slur and blight upon the children, if there be any. is an outrage that demon strates that public sentiment is de bauched. The grass widowers and grass widows and dog-fennel widows have multiplied and are mnltij lying at a fearful rate, until I fear sometimes lor the very foundation of the home life and society. When a thing becomes common it gets to be customary, ai d whatever is cus tomary seems to go. The Scripture gives us one ground for divorce, ai.d one only. And this rushing into court suing for divorces on the grounds of ineompatihility of temperament, far cruel treatment, or desertion, and all such stuiT. is an outrage upon a com munity and a disgrace to the parties interested. I never had but one wife. I never want but one. She is all the world to me. That wife and 1 should some day rush into a courthouse clam oring for a divorce is the tucs? unthink able thing in (iod’s world to me. I know not what may be in her mind al ways, but 1 am sure as far as 1 «im eon- < erned that if I should ever do such a thing my friends ought to put me in an asylum or I ought to be sent to the penitentiary forthwith. We have bad incompatibility of temperament. Beul- ly the most excellent Units of her char acter is •'here she frequently dltTcrs from me. I would lay my bind on a steel rail nnd let an erg'ue cut it o'.T before I would be enu I to my wife in word or deed. I am not an angel. Bite s.jys she is not. We have had little storms Borne times, lint a cyclone is un known in Ibis neck of the woods. I am like Bnt when lie said: “Faitli. I hope I will never live to bcc my wife married again.” There are millions of good husbands and wives in America who feel just us i do about this. There are many others who will not like th s article at all. Beally. n sore hack Inure thinks the i iirryeomb is the coarsest tiling that •ver eame bis way. But if lie is sound all over he l-tir.s up agaiirst the curry- • omb. and thinks it is idee and good. When the dev.I has been ridingn fellow Mil his back is sore he frequently talks >f the coarseness when you begin to uli him: but it is not bo much the cur s'comb us it is the fellow’s sore back that causes the kicking. I am opposed to the multiplied di- iree laws in most of our states. If .en and women could see that the bar- ain was for life, and (but they had > stick to it, they could better regulate iat incompatibility of temperamenf il soon learn tq behave themselves oni sheer despair. I know that it is ue that there are thousands of good ties with drunken, vagabond liusr *uds. but stay by your bargain.sister, here are some men who have typhoons >r their wnes. but stay by your bar- tin. brother. Keep your illstoyour- elf. Try to make a better woman of our wife, instead of precipitating an >;ien scandal from which neither of you an ever recover again. Sometimes the divorced pair marry tguin. I would hate very much to walk •town the street with Iny wife and meet i gentleman and after we pass him she should remark: “That was my first iiisband we met.” I should fee) like ..iking to the woods. | believe that • pon the indissolubility of the pmr- . uige contract rest the stability and urity of citizenship. Hence, again 1 ly ( am everlastingly againsf these li.ulttp 1 eel divorce laws. .They mean wreck »o home. nf«n to character iisruption to society itself. But there are causes which lend to ihiH very thing. There is no more fruit fid cause of divorce than the things fostered in high society. What ever young people may do. and where- ever they may go for social entertain ment. when u man marries u woman whom he professes to love, then their highest enjoyment ought to Is* in each other s company and their place »!ioul.| lie at home. ( Bib life has been u large I'nntrihptor to divorce spits. Nearly rvery prominent man who bus been nroiighf before fhe court either |o d*~ le|U| or prosecute n divorce suit is n Hub piuu: nud ll married man has got no more Iqisiness in n clqbroom away tro|n his family at night than be has in perdition. The ciubroop). at l»st. is but an uute-rooro to perdition- Another fruitful source of di vorces is gossip. This has been the beginningol the end in many n divorce 1 suit, fhe long tongued gorsi|»erH of u community. I despise tho long- tongued woman who can sit in the Imrloi and lick the st.ill.t in tin* kitchen. I despise a siTimnU n oeger. Another fruitful soiuei* of d'uuee pr:.- eeediup* is the inletteit'iue of pim n's of one oi* tin* other ol the n.ui r.d Vbiiple. Interfering, oiggestmg. pin I destine, here uiut tlirre. Ii» nue i 1 " -THE (MOST remarkable cures on 1 record have t flinther-in-Inw does not stand well in every eommunity. Anotbi r fruitful source of divorce pro dings !s the I'epleet ol tho wife on the pnit of the iiishand. It is tl; no st of pnm to love and not tie lined again. A woman who pours out the love of her heart like the gush of a river on In i husband who is cold ai.d phlcgiaatic. careles* and uniespot: ,\e to the tender love of ais wife. | hus liis own actions produce a renib ion in his v .fe's heart, nnd she becomes as cruel as he is cold, nnd learns to hate him as sironglv as she lias loird liim. I.ovc, like merev, know s i he apj ointcrl !.'<,ii!:<!s. and turn i to \<'i:"vancc (here. Another fruitfn! source ol diiorce pi-oerei’ingx is on the part ol snr:;* man or woman figuring between hu hanl and wife. They call it in the courtroom the alienation of th(* afreeta ns of husband or wife. A crawling vip-T, a frnthing-mouthed mad dog—the (' vil himself—is a bet ter friend to home than a scoundrel or a Hcoundreless l:! c this. And yet there are more of this bind than man\ have any idea of. The go-betweens. Gentlemen, make your choice in this matter. I have spoken my sentiments. Like Pat, lam agin the government on these (piest ions. Sam I*. 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