.. — ■—;.tv— • ; . 7 ' •- ■ : \ t CHARLOTTE MESSENGER r*4i • i•' » f • » § \ VOL. I. NO. 7. - Reparation. My feet still tread the old familiar ways once I thought so peaceful and so sweet; As brightly as of old the glintiDg rays Os sunshine fall athwart the quaint old street. Reypnd, the purple hills tower to the skies, Unaltered as in childhood’s happy years, When on them oft I gazed with wond’ring eyes— To-day I see them through a mi9t of tears. The peaceful scene, to other eyes so fair, * Bnt jars upon my wbarv, aching heart; The glaring sun but knocks at my despair— I long to sit in solitude apart. And yet it must not be. The work of life Must still go on, though hearts be lone and sad;. No cowardly withdrawal from the strife Gan give us peace or make our hearts glad. ■j You with your bitter, burning sense of wrong, Your disappointment keen, which none can know, The hopes that in your breast rose high and strong Now humble to the dust at one fell blow; I, with my blind mad struggles ’gainst the fate Which, cruel and relentless, bids us part, Repenting humbly, now ’tis all too l£te. The pride and coldness which estranged your heart— We both must labor on -you far away Amid the city a endless toil and din, I in this quiet village, till the day When death shall call us from this world of sin. Life’s mys’ries then will fully be explained, Misunderstandings vanish like a dream; Our long-lost happiness will be regained In fuller, purer measures than we deem. No shadow then of grief, distrust, or pain Shall Aim the brightness of that far-off shore; In perfect peace and unity again Our hearts shall live in love forevermore. c. c. w. JONES & CO. A SAX FBAXCISCO IDYL. I guess pa and ma were pretty rich one time, tor when they came to Cali fornia it was on their wedding-tour, and cost lots—came by the way of New York and Washington and Panama city ingMjHaHTyft, and ma brought a maid to wait j.p her and pa had a servant naSMCDw ; and when w 4 got to Cali fornia—l ■ say we : I’m only fourteen now”;" Wat I was not born then, though that don’t matter, I gness—pa had lots of money. I was born at the Lick honse, and you ought to see my baby clothes, Jones & Co. haven’t the kind of gdods them was, because Mand has drawled'them all to pieces. Maud is the hjiby. Six years old, Maud is, and if won’t die long before she will be a clerk; fbr Jones Sc Co. First babies always have the nioest things. Ma says first babies are like second wives. Well, I am of the opinion that after pa west into his bouse on Van Ness avenue, he went into Stoek, whatever that n4an*. Going into stock mnst be a canons business, and sometimes pa came home looking splendid, and wanted to "buy everything, and langhed at ma for being so mean Bndaot get ting better clothes, and then he wanted to’ dHv4“fn the park and go to the tlieatrtj. -‘One day he came home with, a brand new carriage and a span Os long tail horag, and a cooohman and foot man. Than sometimes pa oame home and looked very bine, ana talked about stocks, and I began to watch pa and noticed that sometimes when he laßgmeilrtJie loudest he looked as if be wantedto cry, and then he sold the hoiSßTßnil then the honse, and the fur niture was sent to the auction and ma felt very bad, and pa wasn’t like him- more and never told me stories nor %nel me ; and once, when Maud wMMatap in his arms he kissed her and cried, and when I told ma she gdiWMijrTß did not feel very well, snd then she rated. After this we went to a boardtotf-imfese—a nasty, musty board ing- hopesT , Everything was well enongbt -only a boarding-honse ain’t likehfonfe.,’ Then the-baby oame, and it died, and ma almost Hied; and I heard jpa say to the min that kept the boarding-honse tbathe was pretty tight up, but it was all coining out right; and the next day, pa"3id«'i have any watch nor any sleeve bbttons I didn't seem to notice it, because I saw that maybe he had sold them to pay board; and I heard pa and ma away in the night, and sometimesnna cried, and pa would look in the mtysing just as if he hadn't slept a wink, sad I don't believe be had. Once.it Wia dreadful. Pa came home tipfyi.Jndl never saw.ma feel ao bad, nsveri aodithen they talked it over, and finally tna-went home to grandpa'a in New York, with Mand, and I stayed CHARLOTTE, MECKLENBURG CO., N. C„ AUGUST 5, 1882. with pa to go to school. Then pa kept getting worse, and worse, and went to live in rooms and eat at restaurants; aud pa stayed out late at nights, and I guess he drank more than was good for him, and I thought something had to be done. So 1 said to pa one day : “Pa, let’s go into business ana open a store.” And he laughed and said, “What kind of a store.” And I said, “Oh, a candy store, or a stationery store, or a thread and needle store, just such as women keep and little girls help in.” And pa langhed and said he wonld think 'of it, and when he came home that night I asked him if he had thought about it, and he said he had not, and I said he had better, and he said he would; and that morning he didn’t go out, but stayed at home and wrote ma a long letter. So next day I went into a store on Polk street, kept by a nice old lady who had a bad husband, where they sold everything, and she said in French they called it lingerie. I did bot know what she meant, because it was French, and I asked her if she did not want to sell her store, and she said : “Do you want to buy a store, little girl?” And I said: “My pa does.” And she smiled and said she guessed the sheriff would have a store to sell in a few days. I said I wonld tell pa, because ho knew Mr. Nunan, the sheriff. It was one of Mr. Nnnan's men that sold pa's honse and furniture for him. And the next day I told pa about the store and what a nice one it was, and he had been a dry-goods man once, and had a large store, and sold silk dress goods, and velvets and furs, and laces worth more than SI,OOO apiece. I don’t exactly know what pa did, but I think something “turned up” a few daTS afterward, for I heard him say he bad made a "raise;" and he showed me more than SI,OOO in gold and notes, and for a day or two he carried them in a side pocket, and mostly kept his hand over them, for fear they wouid jump out and fly away; and pa bought me some shoes and a hat, and stuff for aprons, and I made them myself, and I never saw pa look so happy since ma went away, and one day he said to me:— “Vevie, I have bought the store on Polk street, and you are to be my sales woman and partner.” And sure enough, in a few days we went into the store, and over the door was a great big sign of “Jones Sc Co.” and pa said I was the “Company," And when I said, “And so, pa, you are ‘Jones'?” he blushed, aud I guess he didn’t like his old friends to know that he was selling needles and thread and tape and things. We had two snug little rooms in the back of the store to sleep in, and I made pa’s bed and swept out the rooms and tidied things. At first pa shut up the store when he had to go down town on business, but after a little while I tended it, and when there were two customer* in the store I waited on one, and it wasn’t long before I could make change and sell thing* al most as good as pa oonld; and by and by, when he went down town, I tended store, and we had splendid times. We went out to a nice plaee across the street for our meals; I tended store when pa went, and pa tended store when I went. One day pa came in and looked dread fully troubled, and then I said; “Fa, ain’t I a partner, and don’t partners have a right to know everything, and ain't you hiding something about Jones Sc Company?” ’ And then I found out that pa had bought too many things for the store, and that a note for SI,OOO had to be paid, and that’s what made pa feel bad. And then I thonght and wondered how I could get SI,OOO, and I kept on think ing over everybody that I guessed had SI,OOO, and everyone that I guessed bad it, I guessed would not lend it to pa. And then I thought about the rich Mr. Flood, and said; “I will go down to his bank and get it, for h6'e got more than a thousand millions, and down to the bank of Nevada the cellar is full of gold, and of course he don't use it Ml the time, and before Mr. Flood’wants it ril take it back and pay the interest.” And, then I jumped up snd hurrphed for Jones Sc Co., took my best bonnet and put on my gloves, took off my store apron and. oombed my hair,- and got into a car, went to the Ntvada bank, told the oletk I wanted to borrow SI,OOO. and he langhed