The ledger. [volume] (Gaffney City, S.C.) 1896-1907, April 18, 1905, Image 5
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Every Thanksplvlng day hroupht the
Pettibones together under the old home
roof. It was the great day of the year
for them, and nothing could bring keen
er disappointment to young or old than
to be prevented from celebrating it un
d<?r the old time honored custom, which
they had been brought up to regard
quite as much in the light of duty as a
pleasure.
Aunt Cindy, busy over the concoction
of the “punkin” pies for which she
was famous throughout all Lilbury
“and the region roundabout,” was
thinking of dead and gone Thanksgiv
Ings. As she be a bowl of eggs into
golden froth her thoughts went hack to
that Thanksgiving day ten years ago
when a shadow fell upon her life—a
shadow that bad never lifted. True, but
few eyes saw it nowadays, but it was
In her heart yet. and all the sunshine
of her quiet, peaceful life could not dis
pel It.
“1 wonder what has become of him?”
she said to herself as she sifted sugar
crystals into the foaming mass. ”Per
haps he’s dead. Who knows? Ten
J^ears is a long time, and a great many
things may happen in them.”
If a tear or two fell into the bowl. I
do not think the pies were any the
worse fur them. Perhaps they gave
them a better flavor.
"He” was Robert Grant, and Robert
Grant had been her lover long ago.
Everybody had said "it was going to
he a match” between them, and in this
case "everybody” had good reasons for
thinking so, for. though no formal en
gagemeut had ever existed between
them, there had been a tacit under
standing of the heart which it is never
necessary to put into words to make
one’s meaning and intention plain. But
on that Thanksgiving day ten years
ago there had arisen some misunder
standing which had parted them. Just
what it was about Lucinda could not
tell now as she thought about if. Wo
were both so foolish, so unreasonable,”
she had often told hersel.’. To 'kink
of letting two lives be parte 1 by some
thing so insignificant that neither ruby
understood what it was!”
“Dear me!” exclaimed Martha Petti
bone. Lucinda’s sister-in-law, as she
dropped into a comfortable rocking
chair in one corner of the kitchen.
"I’m glad we’ve got about done with
our work, ain’t you. Lucinda? I’m al
lus real glad to have ’em come here,
but one gets so idgh
cookin an fussin that
that it don’t happen
year.
“Why, Cindy,” suddenly, “where is
your breastpin? 1 thought you had it
on! You don't look nat’ral without it.”
Lucinda put her hand to her collar
The brooch she always wore was gone.
"1 can’t think what’s become of it!”
she said in great surprise. “I certainly
had it on at breakfast time I don’t
beat out with
I’m alius glad
tnore’n once a
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THE BROOCU SHE ALWAYS WORE WAS GONE
remember being out of the kitchen
since. It must be somewhere about
the room.”
A careful search was made, but tht
brooch was not to he found.
Thanksgiving day dawned clear am?
beautiful, as all Thanksgiving duj
mornings ought, to be In keeping with
the thoughts which come, or ought tc
come, at such a time.
“Now, Cindy, you run right up an git
ready to receive the company,” said
Martha after breakfast. “I’ll see to all
that needs doin down stairs.”
So Lucinda went up to her room and
“got ready." The dark wine colored
cashmere dress she donned was very
becoming to her fair complexion, with
soft frills of lace at throat and wrists.
“1 don’t seem to grow old very fast
In looks.” she thought as she stood be
fore the glass to give the last feminine
touches to her toilet. “Thirty-five, Lu
anda Pettibone! Do you realize that
that means half an ordinary lifetime?”
Then she sighed, for a thought came
Into her mind of what life might have
been If- A b. these “Ifst"
“Hurry t:p. Aunt Cindy!” cried John
Junior from the stairs. “They’re eomtn.
’cause 1 hear bells! Hooray!” Then
there was u stampede of new boots
down the ball.
"Martin’s folks is here." said Martha,
putting her head out of the kitchen.
“Tell ’em I'll he in ;m soon as I've tend
ed to the turkey."
Lucinda went into the sitting room
to receive the gm is. '• he air was full
of kindly greetings ami good wishes ns
she shook hands with the newcomer;*.
They secaied to have brought the very
tplrlt of Thanksgiving with them.
"Where’s Martha?” asked Sister Pa
rah almost us soon ns handshaking
vas over. “1 want to see her about
somethin Ihe worst v.av. In the kitoh
en? Well, then, I”ll go right In. You
“For the Ian’s sake!” cried Martha as
Fa rah appeared In the kitchen door.
“Ilow do you do. an how’s all the
folks?”
“Quite well, thanky.” responded Sa
rah, with proper politem ss. which was
Instantly put aside as soon ns the door
was closed behind her and the two
were nh.nc. "Martha Pettibone. I’ve
got some news for you. You can’t
guess who came to our house las’
night?”
“Elder Hogaboom,” ventured Mar
thh.
“Elder Hogaboom. indeed!" exclaim
ed Sarah. “1 knew you’d get way off!
You’d never think of the right person
Twas Robert Grant!”
“For goodness sake!” cried Martha
“Air you reely in earnest. Sary? It
don’t seem as if it could lie so. Cindy 1
an 1 was a talk'll about him yesterday
an wonderin what had become ol j
him."
“Yes, ’tis so,” answered Sarah, "an
he’s there now. We tried to coax him
to come over with us, but he said he
didn’t know’s ’twould be agreeable, hut |
he'd like to the worst way. 1 jest know
he was thinkin of Cindy all the time.
Now, 1 want to know if you have any
Idea she'd care if he should come. I
thought I’d ask you ’fore 1 said any
thing to her. Martin, he told John not i
to put the tvam out till he knows, an. ;
if it would be agreeable, he’s goin right
hack after Robert.”
"I reckon she’d be glad to have him
come.” said Martha. “Oh, Sary, meb-
be it’ll all turn out right yet. Who
knows? He—he ain’t married, is he?”
“No. he ain’t, an 1 don't b’lleve he
ever will tie if Cindy don't have him."
answered Sarah. ‘Tie blames himself
for what happened. He jest the same
as told me so. Call her in an ask her
if she's will in he should come.”
“Cindy, come in here a miuit, won’t
you?” called Martha, in a flutter of de
lightful excitement. “Dear me, Sary.
I feel’s if somethin was goin to hap- |
pen! Wouldn’t it lie jest splendid if
they should make up?”
“What’s wanted?’’ asked Lucinda.
“Cindy.” said Martha as solemnly
as if about to inform her of some
body’s death, “somebody’s come back.”
Lucinda started, and her checks grew
pale. She opened her mouth to speak,
but no words came.
“He’s over to Martin’s, and Sary
wants to know if you’d find any fault
witli bavin him come over to eat
Thanksgivin dinner with us. It don't
seem jest right to let him spend such a
day there alone, does it?”
“Why shouldn’t lie come?” said Lu
cinda. But it hardly seemed to eitliet
of the women as if she spoke to them.
Indeed it hardly seemed to her, as she
stood there face to face with the fact
that after many years her old lover
had come back, as if she was not alone
with that one thought.
“Oh. I’m so glad!” cried Sarah. “I’ll
run right out an tell Martin.”
Lucinda ran up to her chamber to
think it ad over alone. As she shut the
door she herd the sound of bells, and,
h.okiag * in t, ske saw Martin driving
swiftly up the hill road on his friendly
errand. How the hells rang!
He had come hack! Ho was coming
there! She would see him again, would
hear Ids voice and feel his hand clasp
ing hers as In the old days when they
met each other after these long years
of separation! As in the old days?
Perhaps not. There might have beet:
changes of which she knew nothing
But they could at least meet as friends
Suddenly a sense of all the sorrow
these vanished years had held seemec
to force itself upon her as she had
never comprehended it before, and sh«
laid her head down on the window sil!
and cried. By and by she aroused her
self.
"This will not do,” she said as sh<
looked at herself in the glass. She al
most stared at the face she saw there
It was not like the face she had seen
there lids morning. This face seemed
almost radiant.
The clock was striking 11 when John
junior sang out that "Uncle Mart is
cumin back, an there Is a man with
him.”
There was a general stampede of
youngsters for the front door. Lucinda
felt a wild impulse to run away. But
she did not. Martha and Sarah helped
her to pass the ordeal of the next few
minutes by being very demonstrative
and talkative, thus drawing attention
from her. She saw Robert Grant come
Into the room; she saw him shaking
bands with all the grown folks and
smiling at the wondering eyed chil
dreu and was dimly conscious of an
idea that It would take him years and
years to get across the room to where
she stood. Then all at once Martha
spoke and said:
“An here’s Cindy. She’s glad, with
all the rest of us. to see you hack, Rob
ert,” and then she felt her hand clasp
ed close In Robert’s hand once more
and heard him say:
"I'm glad to see you.”
Only a few simple words, hut they
might mean so much or so little.
When they were seated at the dinner
table. Martin happened to notice all at
once that Lucinda didn’t look familiar.
“Why. Cindy, what’s become of moth
er’s breas’pin?” he asked. “I hain’t
seen you 'thout it afore sence 1 can re
member.’’
“I don’t know what has become of
It,” answered his sister. “I lost It yes
terday. I’d give anything if I could
find It"
Just at this juncture the pumpkin
pics were brought lu.
"These are Cindy’s pies.” said Mar
tha. "When I've said that, i kuow
you’ll want a piece."
"Or two pieces, more likely,” answer
ed Martin, “Let me i-.ee, you used to
like Cindy’s pics, Robert. I s'pose you
bain’t forgot how they lasted?"
"I don’t believe 1 have,” answered
Robert ns lie took a “piece” and fell to
enjoying It.
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mouth, and John Junior, who was on- ;
during the tortures a boy always cxp o - ^
rleneos when he has to wait, whispered !
to his Cousin Tlldy that he guessed that '
fellor’d bit ids tongue or something.
“How bright and pleasant it look^ i
outside!” Robert Grant said to Lncim’s
after dinner “Don’t you want to take >
a walk?"
“I think a little of this bracing
Thanksgiving day air would do mo
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to come as we might have been in the
days gone by! are y ie i n ,]i v i ( ] ua i s p„ t ip-g an( j
Are you sure you want . ,A / '■he ; value in property and the country
asked, her face quite pale, "i m., no generally, from the fact when property
longer young, remember. Dft not make changes hands it brings about more
the worst of all mistakes—mistaking or less improvements and new ideas,
pity for lave.” IRds money in circulation to cancel
“I shall make no such mistake as debts and re-invest. There is a great
that.” he said. “Don’t be afraid of ,k ‘ al mt,r t int « rest manifested in this
that. Lucinda.” a sudden smile break- than there was a few years
. . .... .... ... ago. This office ieels that we are
ing acioss his face. ? on an- not the , amon g pioneers in starting this
woman to make an otter and then re- • g UO( j movement. There is nothing
fuse to live up to it. that can do the country more good
“1 don’t know what you mean,” she than numbers of reliable real-estate
said, looking at him wonderingly. dealers. We need good broad roads
“Don’t you remember that you said and streets, nicely macadamized,
when we were gating dinner that you more paint and whitewash to make
would give anything to find your lost our country have the appearance of
brooch? Now. that means. I take it. Prosperity and content. Where prop-
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It ami restores It to you osks (or you w | th no a pp recla | ion by the ownor3i
are bouud to give him. I have found . creates a sorry impression at home
it Here it is. Lucinda. \\ lint 1 ask and abroad to citizens and strangers,
as a reward Is—yourself. You will keep A great deal can he accomplished by
your word and give me what l ask, I little combined thought and effort of
hope. Will you, dear, or won’t you?”
“Your logic is not to be contended
against,” she answered, with a little
all those interested. The following
property has been placed with me for
sale. Bidders ami buyers make the
laugh that somehow had a quiver in I mucVoTlJo STtle* S
It. “I suppose you want me. Robert. | the buyer8 are the ones who fix the
If j’ou need me and Insist on having prices, therefore It is always in order
me, why, take me." to make offers on anything desired,
He put his arms about her and kissed as both buyers and sellers change their
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her.
“May nothing come between us
henceforth." he said earnestly, solemn
ly, and her heart repeated his words.
minds as to values according to pre
vailing circumstances. This office
seeks property and propositions.
Questions alone do not make busi
ness.
“1 suppose you wonder how I came No ^ 4 r )00 acros morp or lesSi
BOTH WERE TOO UUSY WITH THOUGHTS OS
TUI VAST.
good,” she auswt “d aud went up!
stairs after her bonnet and shawl. Her
heart was all in a nutter again. “You
ought to be ashaiiKd of yourself!” she
said to herself. “Thirty-five years old
aud acting like a girl!”
For some time neither of the two
spoke as they went up the hillside road
side by side. Both were too busy with
thoughts of the past.
Suddenly Robert paused and faced
her.
"Lucinda.” he said, and his voice was
not very steady, “perhaps we can nev
er he to each other what I think both of
avo. but we cau. I trust,
to tell yon that 1
I said to you
the words were
-tubborn to say
\ :t. forgive me
to Maine as you
i. "I would have
If volt bad given
’a do >*0 Let us
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••Rut ■ to v<- lie nothing more to each
other?" ne cried, his eyes full of eager
ness. his face bright with hope. “I
love you yet. Lueinda! I have loved
you all these years. If you can over
look the past. If you will oily let me
try to make you as happy In the days
to find the lost brooch,” he said as they
turned homeward.
“I was going to ask you about that,"
she answered, “but before I got to it l
thought—of something else,” with a
little blush, "and forgot It. Where did
you find it? We have hunted high and
low for It.”
“You didn’t find It because y.>n didn’t
look in the right place,” he answered
“It came to me in a piece of pumpkin
pie. 1 have read about some one who
discovered pearls in the wine she }
drank, but I had no Idea that ordinary |
people of today flavored their pies with
articles of jewelry. I think fate had
something to do with it.”
In the twilight of that November
day the man and woman whose lives
had drifted apart for ten long years
stood side by side and looked out upon
the white world with thoughts of un
utterahle thanksgiving in their hearts
A current on the sea of time had
brought those lives together ng ilu, and
henceforth no wind of passion would
separate them, please God. • Chape
rone.
pasture. 25 settlements. Springs,
wells, bold creek. Water power for
mill. LG mules, 50 head of cattle.
1000 bushels corn with place. Will
cut into smaller tracts. Jefferies
property. Easy payments. $11.00
per acre. *
No. 366. 4-room dwelling on lot
55x200, Fairview Ave., Geffney, S.
('. COOO population. Live town.
Barn, buggy and poultry houses.
Garden. All under fence. Abbott
Bros, property. $1050.
brick building join-
Carpenter’s store.
Lot 22%x200 feet.
No 367. 2-story
ing Carroll &
Gaffney, S. C.
$3000.
No. 368. 8 lots
Gaffney, S. C.
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reputation Just as does a man, and,
when once fastened to it, that repu
tation clings with a grip that Is hard
to shake off.—Shoe Trade Journal.
Advertising Is the best sort of end
less chain; It creates more business,
and more business encourages more
advertising.
Subscrlbs for The Ledger, $1.00 a year.
2V2 miles of Boykin, Richland and
Kershaw counties. Chdrch and
school on place. 000 acres cultivat
ed; 3500 timber—Pine, Oak, Ash,
Gum. Sycamore and Cottonwood,
first growth. Sandy and alluvial
soil. Adapted to all growth of the
climate. 2-acre orchard. Level and
rolling. 8-room dwelling. Several
large hams. 2000 acres splendid
pasture. 20 tenant houses. Gin.
grist and shingle mill, run by water
power. Wateree river on the east,
navigable. 2 hold creeks, numerous j
springs. English Air Watkins pladbs.
On Southern Railway. Near State
farm. $7.50 per acre.
No. 362. 2-story, 8-room dwelling,
one-acre lot, cor. Pine and Shelby
Sts., Blacksburg. S. C. Orchard; good
well; ham; carriage house. All un-[
der fence. Nice shade. Flower
ami vegetable gardens. Whiteside’s
property. $500.
No. 363. 3 business houses, cor. Shel
by and Cherokee Sts., on lot 159x200
feet, Blacksburg. S. (’. Two blocks
from depot. Center of business por
tion of town. Darwin property.
$2000.
No. 364. 2-story, 7-room dwelling, 3-
acre lot, Pine St., In Blacksburg, S.
C. Orchard. Elevated. 2-story
ham. All fenced. Servant house.
Cement cellar, poultry and meat
houses. Nat vo oaks. Flowers and
grass lawn. Darwin property.
$1000.
No. 365. 3000 acres, more or less, 7
miles from Gaffney, Cherokee coun
ty. Church and school. 500 culti
vated. 200 Umber. Red and gray
soil. Diversified. 5-room brick
dwelling. Large bam. 1000 acre*
on Claremont St..
70x200 feet. $125 to
$350 each. Montgomery property.
No. 369. 6-room cottage on lot 72V&X
135. Doggett property, Gaffney. City
water. New fences. Rents for $12.50
month. $1750. Also 6-room cottage
new. City water. Servant house,
small bam. Rents $15 month. Near
depot. $2500. Also 2-story, 7-room
dwelling. City water. Other im
provements. $1750.
No. 370. 5-room cottage, 2 porches,
wide hall, on lot 100x200 feet. Sta
ble and garden. Near graded school
and churches, and Gaffney Mfg. Co.
plant. Cherokee Ave. Known as
Tillottson place. $1300.
The above is only a small sample of
my offerings. I have property for sale
from the low-country to the moun
tains, all along the line. Then it Is
my business to buy as well as to sell,
when I can get customers to state
their wants and offerings with propo
sitions. We don’t have to see people
to trade with them if they will say
something. We had rather have a
written proposition than anybody's
verbal proposition, from the fact that
people are very forgetful about their
promises and offers. When we have
it in black and white, there is less
chance fur misunderstandings. If
you want to see an individual it is
one thing, and if you want to do bus
iness with him it is another. Let us
have your propositions. If there is
any chance to get them through, it is
our interest to drive them.
J. Edgar Poag, Broker,
Rock Hill. S. C.
“CUTS THE EARTH TO SUIT YOUR
TASTE.”
WILLIAM S. HALL, JR.,
Attorney at Law,
National Bank Building,
Gaffney, S. C.
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