Pike County Democrat, Volume 29, Number 34, Petersburg, Pike County, 30 December 1898 — Page 3

'hen through the leafless forest The wild winds rudely sweep; When snow It on the meadow. Where the i ;olets He asleep: When outward, drifting, drifting The Old Yet :■ goes forlorn. In the mystic hour of midnight The glad New Year is born. Last night I • etched in sadness. The passing of the year, For It bore fr m me a record That cost ir many a tear. But a gentle olce has whispered That the pa t I must forget: Nor waste th precious season In useless, ain regret. Ol the corain of the New Year Flits my sot. w|th thoughts sublime. Precious seen>nJe golden moments Onward bo^ne by fleeting time; And a spirit'vnrs within me. Urging me o nobler strife. With an earn' st, brave endeavor, ” For a brtgh r, better Ufa And with gra I thank the Who extends That the pt For His lovln For His voi For the open Though its ‘-Qracia Souti >ful heart and lowly. Power 8upreme, oy days In mercy t 1 paay redeem; hand that keeps ma a that speaks to me. g of the New Y’earose 1 may not see. vorth. In Western RuraL

73 EMQNS? Well! ««• a e* ae * « v n ii f where'* your money for ’em?” Abel Tappan spoke sha.rply. The thin, wizened little face across the counter took on an anxious look. “Mother. he couldn't send the money. She says if you’ll please to charge—” , “Charge!—s harge! l^’m sick o’ that tune, you ca tell your ma. You can .skipper righ home and tell her now. W hen she wa ts lemons 1 calculate she’s got to pay for ’em same as other folks does.” Little Jot McKie’s clumsy shoes shuffled half ray to the door, then shuffled resol tely back to the countec “They’re f r Lowe, you know,” he asid, courage iusJy. ‘‘An’ Love’s sick. She’s hurt iu ter back, an’ she says the water don’t sate good. She’s set on having some emonade. An’ mother •ays if you’l trust her, Mister Tappan—" “Ain’t I tr sted her since'’way back most to flooi time, I’d like to know? Ain’t her paps in my ledger c^ock full <* trustiiurf-; its minute? When she's settled that ; age up. mebbe I’ll begin ever again a trusting her—mebbe so. But not till; i > you needn’t stand there waiting for 1 -mutts. Might’s well go right along h sme, sonny." But Love’s pinched, w hite little fnce i pleaded with Jot, and Love’s restless little fingers tugged at his heart strings. Po r Love! and the water didn’t taste f khL If there was just a squeeze of le on juice in it! Pluck up ■courage, Jot -one more trial! For Love, you kn tv—for Love! “I’ll do ch res to pay for ’em, an’ you needn’t < ily let me have one. Mister Tappan. ’he water tastes bad, an’ Love’s set on aving a squeeze of lemon. I’ll carry It t jht home an’ hurry back an* do chores I’ll come quick as—as—” “As your m pays her bills—jist about «> quick us tb t,” laughed Abel Tappan, roughly. “I < >n’t know’s I’m suffering for chores th i time o* night. I guess Dove, or Lov , or whatever her name is, ’ll have to rink water a spell longer. Your ma car put some vinegar in to liven it up, with a sprinkling o’ tagar. I useter drink that with a relish when I was a little shaver. You've got to pay .» for lemons it you want ’em out o' this store. I’ve trusted you and trusted you till rm sick at it” Little Jot rew up his stunted figure in injured di gnity. The very freckles «n his face it dieted scorn. “Keep yous old lemons!” he cried, his voice quaver ag unsteadily. “We don’t want ’em! (C, poor little thirsty Love!) .1 guess we ain't beggars! I guess we snean to pa\ our bills! Mother’d got the money most all saved up. but Love got worse at;* she had to have the doctor an* lota of medicines.'* He took long, manly strides toward the door, b s indignant voice trailing after him. Mrs. DrusiUa Wyncoop, just entering, ran into him, and her ample figure and be flapping folds of her shawl quite engulfed the little scurry*

tng scape. “Land of liberty!” she cried, cheerfly, ”who’s this runnier over me just’s it I didn’t a count to anything! 0, you, Jotharn? Well, t guess I’ll hare to get cay life lm ared! Good evening, Abel. X thought naybe you wouldn’t mind If, I dropped In to settle up my account. To-morrow’s New Year, and I couldn’t eleep a wi; k to-night, up to my ear* in debt.” Abel Taj >an beamed at her over the oounter. I.e hunted up a chair for her and put i; ear thettove. •*1 guess twouldnt be more than up <o your e jows, Mis*^ Wyocoop,” he laughed, j vially. “Not deep enough to keep yc i awa^e. But I knew you’d be la to-n rht. jost as well’s I knew I should ea my supper. I told Becky. 1 sava: *: la* Wracoopll be la|to pay

her bill to-night* yon see if she ain't, Becky,* says I—act down here by the Are, do—ami here yon are! Well, all is, I wish there were more like yon in the world! Those shiftless McKies, now—that little scamp of a Jot's been in trying to get trusted again, but I’ve struck! I guess it’&ahout time, too.** Be ]got down his big book from the high corner desk and spread it open on the counter, turning the pages laboriously. Abel Tappan was his own bookkeeper and bad his own peculiar fashion of “keeping” the great, leathercovered book—a fashion that would have first puaaled, then floored the dapper, precise graduate of a commercial college. But it sufficed for Abel Tappan very well. J “Forty-two, forty-three, forty-four, forty-five — .Wyncoop; that’s your page,” he said. “And I declare if Page 40 ain’t the McKie page, right across from yours. I’d forgot that. Twenty-nine—twenty-nine dollars and eightythree cents. There you are. Mis’ Wyncoop! You better reckon it up yourself and make sure it’s ail right. We’re all as liable to mistakes as the sparks that fly upward.” He tilted up and down on his toes, mildly incredulous of any possible error itr bis reckoning, while Brasilia Wyncoop went over the columns from the top downward. Her lips chippered audibly over the task. “Yes; that’s just right, Abel, and I’m only thankful it isn’t any more. Lord of liberty I who’d believe nutmegs an’ pepper V salt would cost *most $30!" Her eyes rested on Page 46. still lying open cm the counter. Her own page, opposite, looked almost empty in comparison. •< * From top to bottom and from side to side, Page 46 was full of minute, unsteady words, traced with cramped painstaking and flanked by a relentless column of figures. “What a pageful!” she exclaimed “You don’t say the McKies owe the whole of that? Land of liberty! I don’t see how they get a wink of sleep, and New Year right on the verge, too! I couldh’t." “I gaeaa it don’t keep them awake any. Shiftless folks can sleep with their heads under water.” Mr. Tappan’* voice,, loud with scorn, echoed back from the high rafters. . Mrs. Wyncoop shook her head remotfst rntingly. The words issued a little tv,isrted out of shape by the fat shawl pin between her lips: “0. no, no, Abel; you shan’t call them •shiftless. I don’t know about Jerome i ' ■ .. .... ■ .

over the scow. Eleven—quarter past —half-peat—how close they were, almost touching hands! A little voice roused Abel Tappan by and by—Becky*#—but be bad never heard Becky’s voice from such a distance before. Be seised the lamp and hurried upstairs, where he and his little beloved, motherless Becky and old Nance Heed. The child was toesing on her bed, fretting plaintively. Her little face, in the lamp's feeble glimmer, looked unduly i flushed and thin. “My back aches so!" she whimpered. Becky’s back ached so! Becky’s little straight—no, 01 Lord have mercy, it was crooked I It bowed out pitifully agr nst the little white sheets. Becky’s fac« was sharp with pain. Abel Tappan shuddered from head to foot. The lamp shook in his hand unsafely. Through the blur on his glasses the little tossing head on the pillow seemed strangely far away from him. Was it his little, plump, rollicking, dancing Becky—his straight Becky he had been so proud of always? “I’m so thirsty in my throat!” moaned the little crooked Becky on the bed. He bent down unsteadily and kissed her. His heart broke in the kiss. “Daddy’ll fetch you a drink right off," he faltered. But she thrust away the glass he brought her. “It don’t taste good—take it away, daddy. I’m so t hirsty in my throat! ’’ “Yes. yes; daddy’ll go get some nice fresh water, right out of the well. You wait. Becky." Becky lifted up her small, tangly head and gazed up at him reproachfully. “lake it away, daddy,’’ she cried “Put lemon in—it don’t taste good. I want a-squeeze o’ lemon in, an’ sugar. I’m so thirsty!" Abel Tappan’s grizzled head bowed itself beside the child’s. “Yes, yes; daddy’ll fetch a lemon right away and make it taste good,” he mumbled in an agony of grief, against her cheek. “Daddy’ll see to it all nice." Back in the store again, he could find no lemons, though he searched and researched with dogged insistence. Where could they be? There had been plenty of them, over there on the second, right-hand shelf, in a row. He moved boxes and cans, he cleared whole shelves with a sweep of his arm. Becky’s little wail sounded on, unceasing, in his ears. He must find them! He

1 mu M \\\PM HP "" * - - 1 "WISHER A HAPPY NEW TEAK, DADDY!"

McKie, but his wife ain't. She's a real devoted woman, and works dreadful hard. Maybe she don’t know how to make the money spend as well's she might, but tiust ain’t shiftlossnesa. And I never saw a tenderer hearted mother than she is to that little sick girl oi hers. I guess she humors her to pieces. Poor little thing!” Abel Tappnn stirred uneasily. A rcw of golden lemons on the shelf looked it him with silent reproach. “The water don’t taste good.” a boy’s eager Toice said in his ear. “She looks like your little granddaughter. too." Mrs. Wyncoop went on, drying the shawlpin home with in trepid aim—“everybody noticed it. Before she fell downstairs and crooked her back the teacher—she boarded with me then—said you could hardly tell those two children apart when they were together. She used to get ’em all mixed up at school. Same colored hair, with the same kinks in it, and their eyes just alike, and even their little dimp’es matching! The little McKie girl was fat and well then, like your Becky.” 4 The lemons blinked their yellow eyes reproachfully. Mr. Tappan strode behind the counter and swept them, with a succession of clatters, into the money drawer, out of sight, lie was mentally reviewing the items of Page 46. He knew them by heart. How many, many of them were little unpretending luxuries that a little, peevish, skk child might crave! How few of them—herrings now and then, and salt codfish w oatmeal—were necesaarice! It had "Vd him over and over again to 'dt but now, setnehow,. H touch. ..m against bis will, f Yes, O. yes. be knew they used to say the kittle McKie girl—Love, Dove, what was her name?—looked like Becky. Hi* Becky! Bis little round, roly poly, happy Becky! . After Mrs. Wyueoop’t departure Ab»! | Tappan took the big brown ledger back to the corner desk still open. Doggedly he turned the pages and went to work. With quick steps the little New Year was hurrying to meet the Old Year. Bit light footsteps made no crealdn*

could not go back to Becky without them. The yellow labels on some of the bottles mocked him and led him on to unavailing hopes. The dim lights twinkled their eyes and jeered at him. A merry party going past outside shouted and sang, and he shook his tight fist toward them angrily. Where could the lemons be? he asked himself over and over in dull wonder. If he had only remembered to look in the money till! “I’ll go down to the Forks—they'll have ’em at Denby’s,’’ he muttered. “It’s a good mile, hut I don’t care if it’s 30! I don’t care if I have to wake up the seven sleepers, neither!” But how long it took to find his great coat and get ^nto it! He tried td'hurry. Heavy weights seemed to bang to his limbs and drag them back with diabolical persistence. Would his arms ever go into the sleeves? Was it going to take till crack o’ doom to get, his hat on his head? Big drops of sweat scurried down the seams of his haggard cheeks. He set his teeth doggedly. If the lemons in the money drawer had only jogged against the door of his memory! “I’ll find one—big one—steal one— anything!” he cried aloud. Hark! was that the little voice, muffled by the folds of the thick comforter, still calling to him? Was it growing clearer, nearer? “Wisher Happy New Year, daddy." Why, it was Becky said it herself, standing in the murky doorway? Becky! Her voice shrilled out to him, triumphant and sweet. Abel sprang forward in sudden horror and caught her in his arms. Her little nightgown fell away from her bare toes, and he felt the chill of them against his wrists. “Happy New Year,” he repeated, mechanically, after her. He was hugging the little cold feet fiercely to his breast, and burying his face in the tousled hair. It was Becky — Becky —- and her cheeks, against his, felt round and warm. And she sat on his arm as straight and stronm ns a little ramrod! J

Then he had been asleep. He had h^a a terrible dream. Thank God. he was awake now! He earned Becky bacic upstairs, feeling every step as he went, with slow care. Then he tucked her into bed among blankets and quilts, and kissed her. His lamp was flickering out, and he got another and carried it down stairs. The big book on the high corner desk lay open at page 46— What! Abel Tappan could harder believe his eyes. He took cff his glasses and tubbed them on the lining of his coat. But when he put then*on again, he could still see two wavy, criss-cross lines meandering from corner to corner of page 46. Mrs. Wyncoop’s page, opposite, was j clean and uncrossed. “Well, now, who’d *ve believed It!** he laughed, in loud delight. His heart felt light and glad. “I did it myself, | instead o’ crossing out Mis' Wyncoop’s! j And it can stay, too It’ll remind me that I ain’t going to press that poor , McKie woman a mite—not a mite—not if she can’t ever pay up. She’s got a ! poor little spindling, crooked-backed j girl, and the Lord knows that’s enough affliction. That’s mdre’n I could stand." • With careful painstaking, he retraced j the slanting lines, his pen spluttering tiny flecks of ink upon his intent face. "There!” he breathed softly, “I guess they’re black enough to remind me if I I ain’t stone blind! Now I’ll turn over a i new leaf.” At the top of the clean, new page be wrote, in his small, unsteady letters, the word “Lemons.” "I’ll send Becky over with ’em first thing in the morning—if I can find ’em,” he added, laughing again. Then he \ slapped his thigh in a sudden spasm of recollection. "Why, bless your heart! they’re in the money drawer this minute, holding their sides, like as not. I raked ’em all in to get ’em out o’ my sight.” A sleigh load of belated revellers was crunching past. Their gay voices rang out, and their laughs chimed in pleasantly with his. • He hurried to the door, unlocked it, and shouted after them at the top oi his voice, little Becky’s “Wisher Happy New Year!”—Annie Hamilton Donnell, in Country Gentleman.

ANOTHER NEW YEAR. Are Reckoned by Inward Siena—Old Only na Onr firowtk In Manly and Womanly Virtue Woald Skow. A modern author suggests that if all record and measurement of time by hours and days and years could be abandoned, we should gradually adopt a newer and truer standard, and count our age by inward rather than outward signs. If, by transformation of mental habit, this introspective reckoning could suddenly be brought to bear, in what new aspect should we see ourselves and our friends. How old would many seem who are yet in the vigor of youth, and how youthful many whose brows are wrinkled and crowned with silver haifr. We might not wholly separate time and growth, but we should measure time for mortals as we do for trees, by the indications of growth. Who does not know the difference who looks back and sees how the lifeless years Of his past lie half forgotten; while thejlfe of the vital years has power Btillfosetevery pulseathrob? These years count, the others are ciphers,. We are as old as their grand vitality inwrought into experience and ripened into character has made us. We are as old as our thoughts are high and deep; as old as our love is wide and warm; as old, and only as old, no matter how many our years, as our growth in manly and womanly virtue would show. The brain may have absorbed facts and theories and philosophies about goodness and the real self be learning the alphabet of God’s lesson of obedience and trust. These being the natural food of the soul, its real growth depends on the soul’s power of assimilating what has been prepared by a Divine hand for its nurture. Yet on no amount of thought about obedience, or love, or goodness will the hungering human nature thrive. No careful analysis of foods will build up the wasting tissues or give new strength to the growing body, only that which epters into the life becomes part of fiber, and blood, and bone.—-Washingtoik^Home M«|* sine. .t HOW SHE KJIEW.

Mr*. Cobwigger—How do you know your husband kept the resolution he made yon last year to girt up smoking? Mrs. Hillaire—I’ve the best of proof. I made him a presenj. of a box of cigar* and he hasn’t touched one of them the whole year.—N. Y. World. Getttear Read? tor How Year's Dajr. Qutxxer—What are you putting cotton in your ears for? Wise—Don’t want to bo deafened by the sound of broken pledges “ Y. Journal. ■ wij

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