The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, December 29, 1898, Image 8
^ intend to marry tor
H "Why, Neva?"
J^L The eldest Miss T^eker^rl^B^O
HBened Geneva.
90 "How can you say so?" cried h?
|^0rounger sister, opening a pair of big
^Hlue eyes, mystic and tender, witl
HHbickly-curling golden lashes. "]
SHhiuk it would be the nicest thing it
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Ine woria to tan m iuve wim ? uuuu
ome young man, with eves as blaci
,s coals, and live.in a pretty cottage
11 covered with vines."
"Stuff!" interrupted Neva, suap
lishly, curling her red, but rathei
hrewish lips, in a scornful manner,
'Love is all bosh! I wouldn't care il
I never saw a cottage, or a vine! Tc
be mistress of a brown-stone house ir
the city, with frescoed walls, ant
Tnrkey carpets, and a boudoir paneled
iij blue velvet, is my ambition, anc
I'll accomplish it. too! With servants
in livery, and a superb dining-room,
handsomely furnished a marble-top
sideboard filled with silver-plate and
painted china, cat-glass decanters anc
' goblets, and pickle-stands if I could
have all that, I wouldn't care a snap
ft* for such nonsense as romance and
R*
^0 "The entrance of Tom, the hired
^ hand, bringing a fresh back-log foi
the fire, interrupted them. He stirred
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down tiie emoers tin iney giuweu n&t
a bed of molted rubies, threw on s
huge, spice-scented log, fringed with
scarlet licheus and gray moss, and
turned to leave the room, a handsome,
manly-looking fellow, in %pite of his
homely suit of butternut jeans.
"Tom!"
>Ii9s Geneva snapped out the word
as if disdaining herself for speaking
' at all, and determined to cut it as shoH
ou noaaihlo
"Bring a bucket aud .take these
ashes up!" she commanded, haughtily.
"And stamp the suow off jour feel
before you come iuto the sitting-room
again**
^"Oh. Neva! You've hurt his feel
''yiugs: how could you?" cried Honors,
hev blue eyes flashing, aud her cheeks
globing indignantly.
"Feelings!" sneered Geneva. "The
idea of a hired man having feelings!
That's one of your odd notions, Nora.
Besides, if he don't know his place
better than that, I'll teach it to him,
that's all."
lorn re-appearea wim u oauset ami
shovel and proceeded to take up the
ashes, while Miss Tucker cast a
withering glance at him, as much as
if she were a detective, and he a
gardened criminal, in the act of com^
initting burglary.
"Well, Wfll!" muttered Aunt Betsj
Tucker to herself, as she turned the
heel of the blue yam sock she was
knitting. "Who'd a-thought, aftei
two years at boarding-school, Genevj
would hev come home with sich no
tions as that? Shacks! I'd rather be
an old maid forty times over, than
marry a man fur his money, like she
talks of doing. I don't believe in nc
sich! It's nothin* but riches an' fine
clothes from mornin' till night witL
her. Her head's plamp fall of it.
But Honory, bless her! nothin' could
spile her. She's got a heart as sofl
as a robin-redbreast's, and while
Genevy is a-naggin' and a-scoldin' at
Tom from mornin' till night, Honorj
more'n make3 np far it bj her sweel
words an' smiliu' looks. An' thai
makes me tbink. What was it she
said about coal-black eyes? Tom's
eyes are blacker'n any coal ever I see,
an' the way he looks at Nora out oi
^mis enough to turn any girl's head.
might do wuss than to marrv
was Ver^
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and
marry
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wants Tom DacK,
ry whoever he pleases^^^^^^^^Bs
"Yes. whoever he pl^H^HH|
j peated the judge; and if he
live in the country, he shall have^^B
best farm in the State, and the finest
house money can build; for Tom's my
only child, and all I have is his."
"But you must stay to dinner with
us, Judge Alderberry," insisted Miss
Geneva, hospitably, as soon as she recovered
her scattered senses; "you
and Mr. Mr. Tom, too."
And she hastened to congratulate
the once despised "hired hand."
But Nora, blushing like an October
peach, slipped away to the vacant sitting-room
to quiet the sudden beating
of her heart.
Tom going away! Tom, with his
^ handsome coal-black eyes.
"Nora," whispered a tender voice.
j "Xora, darling, will you love nie ana i
be my little wife?"
And there was Tom, with her hands I
k in his, and her head drawn close upon
| his breast.
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"Sarves Nevy jest right," soliloquized
Aunt Betsy, as she dished a jar
of ruby-hued quinces into the oldI
fashioned china preserve dish. "Sarves
her jest right. Mebbe she'll lam a
; lesson arter this. But I d'n know;
'nears like some folks is as hard to
r lam
sense as one o' them antymires
1 that pesters so in the summer-time,
a-gitten inter the vittles an' things."
And it is presumable Miss Geneva
never did "larn sense," as she is still
on the unmarried list. Saturday
Night.
1 The Window Cleaner*.
The curious jointed ladders used in
\ window cleaning, running up to a very
narrow opening between the sides at
the top, so that the ladder can be
placed securely against tne corner or |
a window, and jointed for convenience
j in carrying, are now more often seen
than ever a3 they are carried from
place to place by the men who' use
| them. Many banks and stores and
other buildings of a more or less public
character have for a long time had
their windows washed by professional
, cleaners, who are employed by concerns
that make a business of it and
( make contracts with their customers to
clean their windows a certain number
r of times yearly for a certain amount,
the amount, of course, depending on
the number of times they arc cleaned.
There are private houses whose winoxrv
vormlorlrr nloonp/1 Iw nrnfAS
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sional cleaners. The number of stores
and places ia general that have their
windows washed by professional cleaners
is increasing steadily and includes
, now many small establishments as
. well as big ones. In stores the wojk
' is usually done once or twice a week^
. so that the windows are easily ke^fl
' clean, and it does not take very
. It is done, of course, on fixed^flH
nnd at r^crnlar hours. The
[ work is laid oat ia routes
time. New York
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room
when his cage was
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Tt was a hard matter to nHH^n
'was the worse frightened, the
the people. Many funny incident^^Hfl
the event are related. When the lion^B
T.O.I Mttiad frr.m flip font Mr I "R I I
Peterson lost sight of Mrs. Peterson gr
and went*to seek her. He raised the
flap of tlie tent to go out and jnst as ga
be did the lion met him coming hack
and he and Mr. Peterson came near <jr
kissing each other. The lion passed ca]
in and Mr. Peterson passed out, both wa
very much frightened. Mr. Henry E. ca]
Fairson seized a largo sledgehammer
and held it alcft prepared to defend
liia towitnw ATr D<ir>k flrnmnlfir -r?i
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seized a staall log and dared the lion f0I
to come bis way, and the lion didn't.
A number of the circus people climbed pj,
up poles and ropes out of danger's way. we
Mr. Tom Wash Crumplercame up and wj
startled a group by exclaiming, "My a j
God, men, the British lion is loose uo
and almost frightened my little boy to ^
death." w
Mr. Sparks informed this writer tj(,
that after the stampede was over two to
infants were found on top of the tent, ?r
wbere their frightened fathers or wc
nuMns bad thrown them for safetv
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and then fled out of daDger. There
has been nothing so exciting in Clinton
since the earthquake. Little else
was talked about for a day or two fol- an
lowing the event. They tell some ^0
good ones on how fast some of our
brave fellows ran.
A Pugnacious Moccasin.
Fishing one day in a bayou of the JM
Pearl River, with one companion, weJ^m
sat in opposite ends of a long, lig^HB
boat, which tapered equally at
ends, but did not come to a
rolafoQ a cnrrpsnnn
Purest and Stream. iHHOM
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toward the nearest bai^^^^fl^^HHBj
distant about thirty^flH^H^H^^n
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rescued Miss
owing in Sligo Bay.
uuot swim, was bathing^^^H
>s caught by the swift current
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ore into ten feet of water.
Peter Hughes, farmer, Mullim
ackwatertown, County Armagh,
med a difficult and daring rescu
igust 18. Sarah McGlone, a
cty, accidentally fell down her
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th thirty feet of water in it. (
ad was present, and he could rtA
assistance, but his cries atjB
e attention of Hughes, who^flj
snt to the place, and tindij^H|
(t it round his}l*gs, givn^^BI
the boy to hold, and^JHH^
st, down the well.
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