The Home Advocate. (Jefferson, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 40, Ed. 1 Friday, October 29, 1869 Page: 3 of 4
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Children, obey your [Parents in all things in the Lord, for this is right. Love one another.
The Home .Axlvocate-
For l'oiitli and Children.
I XCLE FUANK AND BOBliOWIXU.
When!—Uncle Frank is gone! Ab-
sent from the chair editorial, Mr.
Editor pro. tem. please to "give us
utterance!" In my,last article on
"Borrowing," I said tup paople in
Texas were more careless with bor-
rowed things than the people of any
Slate I had ever lived in. Did any
body pee it? I didn't. Generous
Uncle Frank ! he wa3 afraid Aunt
Fanny would be put under bonds for
a libel! besides he was afraid to
hurt somebody's feelings! Now, that
was just what Aunt Fanny wanted
to do. She wanted to hurt every
borrowers feelings till they would go
to the dark corners of the house and
hunt up borrowed things—books that
have lain on shelves, till, if the own
er's name were not written on the fly-
leaf, they would not know where they
were borrowed—*oups of parched
coffee, bowls of flour; patterns, any-
thing, everything—borrowed.
Uncle Frank's tenderness reminds
me of the preacher who delivered a
powerful sermon, more searching to
the hearts of his hearers than was
his wont. ^Vfter the services closed,
a man came to him with the tears
coursing down his cheeks, and grasp-
ing his hand exclaimed : "0. sir, you
have convinced me of my sins, what
shall I do to be saved ? Great was
the astonishment of the kind-hearted
preacher ; he began to apologize ;
" My dear sir," said he in soothing
tones, " I must have hurt your feel-
ings, indeed I did not say anything
intentionally to do it. I beg your
pardon, I will be more circumspect
in future. ,
Aunt Fanny takes for her text,
" Thou art the man !"
But my little friends arc waiting
for the Texas story, illustrating
carelessness with borrowed things.
Once upon a time, away out upon
the western prairies, there lived a
beautiful maiden. She was an only
daughter and the idol of her parents.
Wild as the breezes that swept over
her native plains, beautiful as the
flowers that decked them, every one
admired her. As she galloped over
the prairie with flying curls and danc-
ing eyes, her face glowing with
health and excitement, she was a
vision of beauty, ller father thought
so, and thought nothing top good for
his fair daughter. Accordingly one
bris'ht Christmas morning she found
among her gifts a beautiful sidesad-
dle, embroidered with gold, the finest
saddle her fond father could procure
in Galveston
It was examined and admired by
her lady friends, and in time it was
borrowed. I dont know how out-
prairie lady liked to lend her beauti-
ful saddle; it is against my princi-
ples to lend a gift.
In a few days the saddle was re-
turned with the embroidered skirt all
chewed up, and will you believe it,
relumed without an apology. Indig-
nant at such a return for her kind-
ness, she told the servant to take it
back, with her compliments, and tell
them she made them a present of the
saddle. Undaunted by this rebuke
they sent shortly after to borrow her
pony. This was too much for pa-
tience ; with flashing eyes she repli-
ed: " Tfcll them, no! I am afraid they
\vill tie him up, and let the calves
chew his tail off."
This story seems; tqo tough to be
true, but* I gathered it fiom tlie lady's
own beautiful lips.
None of our little Advocate read-
ers will ever be guilty of such gross
negligence as this, but be just as
careful of small things as large —
every thing your friends trust you
with. This is only another foi in of
the Golden liulo, "Asye would that
others should do unto you, do ye
even so to them."
AUNT FANNY.
Dear Aunt Fanny—(not to say
somebody's future-mother-in-law ")
ve beg pardon if we hurt yow feel-
iigs by omitting that grave charge
ajainst Texas borrowers. We
tlought may be you were a little
vvl at some of your neighbors, and
hid made too broad a declaration,
wlicit you would repent of after cool
consideration, and in kindness to
boh sides, we made the omission.—
Pejiaps Aunt Fanny is right as to
thefacts in the case. She is older
that we, and doubtless knows more
abut the habits of other people, as
we jaye never livpd in any other
Stau but Alabama, and that when
we 7ere a little boy. Being tlior-
ougly a Texan in our " training up,"
we Unless to a little jealousy for
the tputation of our adopted State,
and spare neither bishops, priests,
nor Lunt Fannies when it comes to
that, lint wo are inclined to think
that unit Fanny has misconceived
Texa character on this subject.—
Bornving is the test of neighborly
regai in the lender, upon a scriptu-
ral lnis, as some understand it, that
ho tht lends should do so freely, not
expeqng to receive the same back
again-this is neighborly.
But good-bye wYunt Fanny, we
have >t time for controversy—we
are ofFor the prairies now - -Editor.
For the Home Advocate,
j* E M: 10 RI IN A .
TUEjtUEEN OF THE DWARFS.
15V JULIA t'l.KAS.VXXS.
ClIAl'TEK II.
It wi in vain that old Natanoso
raised s voice of warning, and as-
sured t> Queen, that it was without
precedit, that a crowned-head
should avc the throne of Shononon,
and abidon the fairest realms of
earth, fi an aimless adventure. The
Queen charted in great state upon
Yalordits vessel, where he had a
fmo oiprtuijity of manifesting all
tejidsr devotion he entertained
liir rryal person.
letdle^ to say however, that
ttentijns were in vain. The
wotiUlncan over the waters,
gazingjar oallreaming of the'many
conquets thaner fame and'beauty
were dqstinedto make among the
unknowp Lor^of the earth.
The jjueen ^p.b ignorant of the
fact thai hers the last nation of
dwarfs, left tun the disorganized
globe, ajtd thalphe could nowhere
meet with a itable mate but in
Shononon itselll
In acfcordanq with her wishes,
Yalot'din had nnted their prows
down the strei, though he pru-
thc
to ware
It is
ail his
Queen
ed its gleaming rdof, which seemed
painted by the sWecp of the rainbow,
and their vessels glided gently, borne
by its current against a beautiful
landing, where ntarble-Hkfi steps
seemed inviting them to disembark.
" Gracious Qeen," gallantly sug-
gested Valot din, "see, here already
awaits you an empire, which is un-
equalled for heauty. Lett us lose no
time in claiming it for you, since
even the gods seem inviting you to
share their thrones."
Semeriua accordingly signified her
acquiescence; and her royal throne
of purple was soon erected among
the sparkling stalactites around, and
a sumptuous banquet spread, at
which they regaled themselves, after
their toilsome adventures.
But an unseen eye was gazing up-
on the marvelous beauty of Semeri-
na, and coveting the fairy-like gra-
ces.
This was Brutogre, the most enor-
mous of the new birth of giants to
whom the ancient gods had given
the world, after discovering that
they had created a race too dwarfish
to carry it to a lofty pitch of perfec-
tion. The Shononites had been the
only tribe of its first inhabitants
spared, on acctmnt of the peculiar
loveliness of their dispositions, and
now they heedlessly rushed, as it
were, into the very jaws of destruc-
tion.
Brutogre gazed from bis hidden
couch behind a marble altar, upon
the radiant Semerina till all his soul
became tired with passion and ado-
ration. Never had he dreamed be-
fore of loveliness so divine, encom-
passed in so small a shrine. Ho de-
termined to secure the precious mir-
acle for himself.
Instinctively modulating his thun-
der-like , tones, s<J "that their vibra-
tions might not shatter her fairy
frame, lie approached tho miniature
throne, where she sat in her queenly
beauty, his tall form towering like
("lie of the pines of the forest. "Heau-
tiful creature," he cried, bowing at
her feet, " be you one of the sweet
spirits, or a creature of earth ? Hap-
py is the hour, which lias borne you
to the home of Brutogre, and forever
may you linger there.",.
Shocked and thunderstruck by the
spectacle which met her view, and
nearly fainting with fright, the un-
liappy Queen fell powerless back in
her seat ; while Yalordin, with the
instinct of true gallantry, drew his
sword, and would have rushed upon
the powerful intruder, and slain him
upon the spot, had he not seen that
in his countenance which disarmed
his wrath.
But the whole crew of Shononites,
seized with an uncontrollable panic,
took simultaneously to their boats,
and went whirling down the eddy,
leaving the royal couple to their
fate. Deprived of the skillful guid-
for his attentions ; but when she
hoard tho unhappy fate of her fleet,
and devoted people, which was soon
betrayed by tho floating wreck, that
ciunc nestling up in the cavern, her
grief and distractions knew uo
bounds.
" Oh! Yalordin," sho cried, "would
that 1 had stayed in Shononon, con-
tented among my happy people.—
What horrors liavo befallen us!—
abiuidoued now to t,he keeping of
tho 'Cruel One,'"
In vain Brutogre strove to stay
her falling tears.
" Weep not, moat radiant vision,"
ho cried, " Brutogre is only too hap-
py to have it in his power to offer
solace to a wretched Queen. Only
tenderness fills his heart towards her
sorrows "
Yalordin pressed his kisses upon
her hand, offering a sympathy, which
was now far more preeious to her
heart, for she perceived the accents
of love were trembling upon tho gi-
ant's tones,'and they filled her with
anything but pleasure.
f To be conliimetl.)
PIGEON'S lUtOXZH liOOTS.
A gored dress, trimmed with two
rows of blue ribbons, was the great
aim of Pigeon's life, till Kate Far-
rington came to school in* bronze
boots, and after that sho had a new
kink in her brain, and nothing but
bronze boots would satisfy her ant
bition.
" They are so cunning and shi-
ning ! Can't 1 have a pair '/ " plead-
ed Pigeon.
"Can't afford it, Pijjoonotte, tin-
lcWfliWy 'shine Enough to save kero-
sene," said her mother.
" 0, papa, I wish yo'i would keep
a candy-store, and get rich," said
Pigeon, turning her battery against
the weaker enemy. " 1 would tend
counter for you.
" 1 am afraid it would take all the
candy to pay for your services. But
eat y'our dinner now."
After Pigeon had gone to school
her father and mother talked the
matter over. IFer mother, being a
prudent, common-sense woman, was
entirely against buying the shoes,
but her father was very much enelili-
ed to lower his Colors and surrender
to Pigeon, lie was a minister, and
a poor one, but ho, hail the feelings
of a lather, notwithstanding 1'igeon
was the only child left to him of
three, and he could not bear to refuse
her anything. He remembered how
patiently the had read to him wlun
he was laid up with enllained eyes,
and lie said decidedly " sho must
have the shoes."
" But you can't buy boots without
money, and besides what will the
people say 'i " asked Pigeon's moth-
er.
"As to money, I will brush up my j But this idea was more than I'igeou
a pretty enough sight to pay hor fa*
ther if ho had been obliged to wear
six nld hats at a time, ller eyes
danced like stars in a running brook,
and tho dimples twinkled in arid out
of her checks, and her hair was in
the prettiest tangle, and her neck
was like an almond blossom, so white,
and pink, and sweet, and " take hoi-
altogether," her father said, "sho
was just tit to kiss, and if she wero
bronze shoes all over, sho would not
be any mors to his mind." And her
mother said, " if she behaved us wcil
as her shoes looked, sho would do
very well. But she would catch her
death of cold if she staid round
much longer without anything on,"
and after much ado Pigeon was
mounted hedward once more.
"Just like a man," her mother
Said, " to go and put those shoes on
her pillow, and set the child's eyes
wide open just us she was going to
' bed."
It seemed to Pigeon as if she lay
broad awake for an hour, but sho re-
ally dozed off in less than ten min-
utes, and sho dreamed that sho was
<tt church, ami her bronze boots
wero a mile long, and were stuck on
to each side of her head for eurs.
Then she was at school, reading out
of one of them, und then President
Johnson took them to shoot Lincoln
with; and just as Lincoln fell over,
he cried out, " Pigeon, Pigeon, how
could you and he looked at her
so sorrowfully that she waked in an
agony of remorse and terror, to hear
her mother calling " Pigeon, Pigeon,"
and to see tho sun blinking into her
eyes with all his might. *
If there was ever anything that
Pigeon's mother and father did not
want her to know, that was sure to
be the thing that Pigeon overheard.
This morning she happened to be all
ears, when her mother was mourn-
ing over her father's hat, telling him
that he had no business to Ifuy those
boots for Figeon, and wear such a
shabby old hat a whole year, just for
the sake of rigging up the child.
Pigeon held lifer breath, and her
heart fluttered up into her throat.
She began to fteti wliat a tight
squeeze it was to get tho money for
those lovely boots. The first thing
she did was to get her father's hat
from the hall table, aud rub it tho
wrong way ! to make it look new.
But the more she rubbed the worse
it looked. So, she gave tip trying
to ease concienco in that way, and
went up stairs with a book ; but sho
could not read, for it seemed all the
time as if the bronze boots had sot
themselves down opposite the old
hat, and kept saying, " How fine I
shall look next Sunday?" and tho
old hat kept groaning, " What a
sight 1 shall be up there in the pul-
pit!"
"But I really need those boots,"
thought Pigeon, trying to pursiuido
herself that it really was so, for her
concienco was getting troublesome
"0, dear! I suppose if 1 carried
them back, papa could have a
old ha,t and make it list another year.
And the people—well, I am not go-
ing to rolt them, and if they don't
like it, they must whistle."
'■ It is not wise." .
But Mr. Selby had his way, as is
the custom of husbands in the conn-
could stand alone, so she rushed af-
ter her mother, hoping that sho
would cay, "0, no, yuu must not
think of such a thing. Your father
would be very much displeased to
have you to carry them back."
Instead of tnis her mother made
tiy of the Gadarenes, where all this ! her feel her lather really needed a
came to pass, lie went to the store hat, while she could get along with-
and picked out fhe'pretlicst pair of ■ out tlfe shoes,as well as uot.
shoes that he ev£r carried in his coat j "Now, Pigeon," she saitl as ;i
| pocket, and he walked home as Imp- wind up, "don't you think yourliitli-
ancc of ulordin, the proud navy ; py tl8 a bird, with a particularly do- (-'1' is not willing to go without the
went wheeling out upon the river,! lioious worm in her moiitlj for her hat, for he is. You must decide for
where, lost to sight, it was^dashed i downy darlings. (yourself. I want you to do just
upon the rocks, and every soul on I process of time eight o'clock ; WU«t yon think a generous little
' J Came, and it came a great de*l too girl ought to."
boaid peushed. j HOO|1) according to I'igeon's thinking, i " I might as well carry them back
Semerina sat chilled with fright, for then she had to g<> to lied. Sho first as last, for I shall feel mean as
while Yalordin bravely questioned had only been gone a nthwtfs or two, J dirt every time 1 put them on. Hut
when there was a shout, and then
a shower of little thumps all the way
down stairs, and in burst Pigeon iu
her flannel petticoat,.flourishing the
hoofs over Tier head.
"O, 1'hf Juki?1 ah* glad as—fis—"
well, she never tiundimi it, but jurtq
, , ,i „ ,, , , i , , ,• , (ed down on the floor, and pulled oil
be tlie ubodt.f Moorilar, the | and restoratives frotn the banquet, ,wr t),(1 cu|j;^ill8 :il,d . bucked her
detitly Rugged tlfchore, fearful some
sfodden storm mijt arise and wash Brutogre as to his design and pur-
tliem helpless dob the current. j poses, in thus presuming into the
To their great rprise they found presence of Queen Semerina.
themselves suck| by a eddy, into j Brutogre displayed such tendjn-
the wide halls ofjspacious cavern,' ness towards tho Queen however,
which they imnliately concluded j assisting Yalordin to offer her wines,
to
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mightiest goddesi' Shononon. Im* j table, that she soon lost her fright, fat toes ftito The f/Poiize kids. Wfien
i luetise columns oqrystal support- [ and began to be able to thank him she stood up witli them on, she was
I could cry a pailful just easy as
nothing !" sighed Pigeon, starting
for the shoes.
Sho took them to tho store. "I
want to sell these boots back to
you," she said to Mr. Murray.
" Why, your father bought them
only yestordy. Does he know what
you are about 1"
"No, sir, but mamma does, and
she srtvs I may." (See next page.)
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Patillo, F. J. The Home Advocate. (Jefferson, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 40, Ed. 1 Friday, October 29, 1869, newspaper, October 29, 1869; Jefferson, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth235565/m1/3/: accessed July 6, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.