Decatur Democrat, Volume 38, Number 50, Decatur, Adams County, 1 March 1895 — Page 2

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GUCU-15V. How can I sny G,m s| yon. when J know Tlie words must be a pru.vvr 111 From out my night I I hoc '' , And those itv love the best, we wnlH most near. But yet Hay It Muy Coil spool yon. See, I loose my hold upon yon. I'h re Wil. be „ The ocean’s bfeildlh lienvi eu Us very soon. And when the sun Is over me the moon Wil'. light your path nu.i shine upon your way, r And yet—God speed you. is the prayer 1 —Kate Field's LOCH FINMC'H. It was hidden away in the chalice of the hills like a dewdrop in the folds of a burdock leaf one of those mountain tarns of western Ross which are roused by sunshine into distinctive beauty of their own. deadened by mist out of all Individuality, so that the wandering fisherman has some excuse for being careless of names, of everything save the trout between the ahallojv and the deep. The tin e was June, and I had slipped away from London for. three weeks' freedom, ere the K a ~ thering of the gillies and the general raid of the populace on the Sassenach make the West Highlands a purgatory instead of a paradise to those who have not the purse of Fcrtuaatua. Day after day rose, cloudless. serene, in true June fashion. There was no one to hurry me. no one to hint at a light basket. As for sport, fish must feed, even in the driest weather, and I sometimes, if the heat haze dimmed the water and a causeless breeze set the cotton tassels swinging, a brief half hour would come, sufficient for most men. Then the charm of the long evenings, when, though the light left the world, it lingered in the sky till dawn brought renewal, kept me in thrall and drove my cook to distraction. I had had a blank day on the bigger lochs. .Even the time between 7 and 7:30 o'clock, when the glitter goes from the water, brought me no luck. On my way hoinc, partly for the sake of lingering longer in the surpassing beauty of the moors. 1 bethought me of a blue dot which, according to the map, should lie half a mile to the westward. » I shall never forget my first, sight of Loch Finaich—or Loch of the Heather, as it was called. Held in the hollow of the hills, it had two arms, one stretching west, to where the moorlaud sloped swiftly to the sea. Thus, at its further end. the shining level of water looked as if about to plunge into space as if* intent on quenching the fires of sunset in the sky. The other arm wound, dark and deep, like a shadowed mirror, into a precipitous corrie, where the snowdrifts still lay. despite the heat. There was an unearthly stillness and silence in its beauty which thrilled me through and through. A distinct desire to take refuge in the commonplace made me hurry to a strip of shingle and throw my fly where a faint shadow told of weeds below the water. The next instant I forget everything in the knowledge that a big fish had risen short. The brown body and turkey, wing lit like a thistledown again and again without response, and I was about to turn away when a cirwidening ripples told me the brute was at me once more. I threw over it, round it. to windward, to leeward of it, without success. The glare 'had left even the eastern shore: the sufiset had faded to pearly grays and golds. It was growing late. But one more cast —"by all that s tantalizing at me again!" - “Very annoying.” said a voice behind me as my fly fell on the water, light but determined. I turned in surprise. Some ten yards off on the bank behind me a man of about 30 was leaning on a landing-net. From his dress ft* fisher like myself, though he carried no v rod. . “Very annoying.” I echoed, ‘‘but I'll get the brute yet." “I doubt it I thought so, too. but T was mistaken.” To a fisherman ff confession of failure in a rival is never disheartening. I put a little more skill into my cast, that was all. “It has been a delightful day, hasn't it?” went on the voice behind me. just as the fish stirred again. "As fine a midsummer eve as 1 remember. By the way, do the folk about here tell tales of the dangers of~St. John’s eve, as thev used to? " “No.” I replied, shortly, for I was rapidly losing my temper over that devil of a fish; “but 1 can't imagine it. Pixies, fairies and all that, bosh.” •‘Just so: all that bosh.” Something in his tone made me pause. “Doubtleft, ami yetr—-—” he paused in his turn, “how are you going to know that the big fish yonder which is tempting you to linger here—cn St. John's eve, mark you—is not a pixie?” The conceit amused me; besides, the brute might think better of its ways after a rest. I laid aside my rod. took

— ont my pipe and leant against the bank on which my new acquaintance had seated himself. “Because it. isn't, ’’ I said stolidly. “Nevertheless, it is a thing that Is absolutely incapable of proof save by experience, and, if the experience means death and silence-—” “It is not much use to the world, naturally." laughed I. “None; unless you admit the possibility of ghosts." “No go. either. Ghosts never are useful. The bnd ones don't care. I suppose, and the good ones are too hapny.” I heard a behind me and looked up. smiled. It was a charming face- refined, with a touch of humor in it. “ijot us Imagine a Laodicean ghost, then. Ray a I tin' I'.ae you or I no harm, perhaps, no! much good, either —a bit of a drone, eh? Can't you Imagine such a one pur c ne<l, when the game is over, with a sort of wish to have played a stronger hand? I can. I can imagine him coming say to a far-away snot like this—-to a loch where life ende’ for him. perhaps, to lay my hand on someone's shoulder, as I lav my hand on yours, and say, •fish no more; it is a nixie luring you to death!’ Ah. I am a good actor, you see. I have made you start." It. was true. Something i*h tone and touch had sent a sniver through me. I forgot the big fish fa a sudden desire for home and rest, not to say for dinner. “A very good actor." I assented beginning to red up as he rose. "Do you come my way?” "No; my road lies yonder." He pointed -to where the western wedge of light was fast, darkening. “All. the inn at Ccrriebuie. I suppose. Well, good-by; I may meet you here again some day." "Scarcely," he answered with a smile. "Then elsewhere; the world is small." “Very—-what we know of it.” "True. From all I know. I may be parting from a real friend.” I replied gaily. “Yon may have saved n; ■ :rom a pixie or a five-pounder. Which is it?” • "Let us say from an infatuation. That is certain. Good-bye.” A boggle in my cast claimed my attention. and when I looked up he had disappeared behind ihe rocky promontory between the two arms of the loch. As I turned to go my eye caught a glitter in the shingle, at my feet. It was a gold signet ring which I remembered remarking on the stranger’s hand as he laid it on my shoulder. I ran after him. shouting as I ran, finally making my way to a bit of rising ground whence I could command the declivity leading to the Corriebuie inn. He was not to be seen. As I came back to my rod a faint circle of light showed ori the darkening water. The big fish was rising still, and 1 hurried away, half afraid of being beguiled into trying conclusions with it. Next day. being Sunday, I walked over to Corriebuie. in order to return the ring to its owner. My friend of Loch Finaich was not there, nor did the ring itself give me any clue, for the design on it had been much • scratched and worn as if by water. The world, however, as we had agreed, is small, and partly on the chance that in the motley crowd of London I might come across its owner, and partly from a strange fascination for the memory of my five minutes' friend, I took to - wearing the riqg constantly until a sense of possession and an odd unaccountable affection for itldrew up in me. and I felt I should be sorry to have it taken from me. In the November following I was on my way to join a yacht bound for the Mediterranean at Plymouth, immersed in a book. 1 scarcely noticed the advent. of another traveller into the smoking carriage in which I was seated until I saw him searching vainly in his pockets for a match. Naturally I offered him my cigar. As I held It out he started so violently as to knock it out of my hand. T beg your pardon,” he said courteously. "but the ring you wear aroused a painful memor,v. $A very dqat friend of mine had one somewhat similar." "A friend! Was he by tiny chance in Scotland this summer?” My companion shook his head and looked out of the window. "No. He joineti the majority years ago. A terrible loss to the regiment. One of those fellows good all around. Crack shot, splendid rider. A 1 fisherman, and so keen!" He paused. "It cost him his life in the end,” he went on- "I was in India at the time, so J dou't know the ins and outs of it. But it was at place in Western Ross. He went out fishing one day. and never returned. A simple thing to say. but only God knows what happened!” So enthralled had I been by his unexpected words, that I had failed to notice the train stopping, and, before I realized what he was about, the stranger was on the platform of a roadside station. The gestures of dismay must have been construed by him as a farewell, for he raised his hat. The express was already" Tn motion. I craned from the window to catch the name of the station, but before I realized 1 was on the wrong side, all hope of that clue was gone. Three hours after I htid left England. Subsequent inquiries in Rossshire elicited the fact that tin Englishman had been lost in the neighborhood years before, but not even a legend connected his disappearances with Loch Finaich. *'■ The ring is still on my finger. I have a great affection for it, and if its owner were to appear I should feel lest without it for it has taught me many things, but not to settle the great question — » “Was it a five-pounder, or was it a pixie?”—Flora Annie Steele, In the Sketch. A Big Surprise. In store for all whb try Bacon’s Celery King for the Nerves. 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he had no hard feelings. - - - I — l — 1 - You »<* that woman coming. Jack, dreaaed up in pink and gray? Well, that's a womun whom 1 loved in times now passed away. I used to visit her each night and write her every day, Ami words of burning, eager love to her I a often aay. I’d take her out to parties and to many a matinft. Would send her every week or ao a costly big ~ \ IxiuquctLarge sums out of my ealury 1 cheerfully would pay ' For buggj rides and such like things to make our courtship gay. Well, after all I’d done for her, this earns young maid. Miss May, Although her parents stern had said to such a marriage nay, Packed up li. r clothes together and skipped lightly out one day And wedded u young fellow down at Narragnnsett Bay. Well, goodby. Jack, she’s coming, and with her I must stray. Yon say that you're astonished that a word to lii r I 'd w; Tliut I Miouid coldly snub and scorn such a deceitful fay But., don't yon seof lam the man with whom Hie ran away. -Charlqs J. Colton in New York Sun. PROTECTION OF IRON CQLUMNS. Bricks In Portland Cement Successfully Withstand Fire. Borno experiments were recently made bv tho building inspection department, Vienna, on the protection of iron from fire by casing it with brick. A wrought iron column 12 foet long and built of two channels connected by lattice bars was used. This was set up in a small chamber constructed of brick, and the column was loaded by levers. This done, it was, surrounded by a 4J4 inch brick wall laid in tiro clay mortar. The wall did not fit closely around the column, and advantage was taken of this to fix there samples of fusible metals, which should serve as a gauge of the temperature attained. Various samples of stone concrete and other materials were also placed in the chamber within the column. This chamber was then filled with split firewood, which was lighted, and the doors immediately walled up with slabs of plaster of paris. After the fire had broken out the doors were broken in and a stream of w’ater turned into the room from al4 horsepower fire engine. An examination of tho room next showed that the walls of brick, laid in portland cement, retained their strength, while most of the material stone left in the chamber had been destroyed. The ceiling had been lined partly with plaster of paris and partly with terracotta tiles. Both were damaged. The inclosure around the iron pillars was still standing firm, though corners of the brickwork were clipped one inch or so, and the fire clay mortar was largely washed out of the joints. On removing the casing, however, the pillar was found to be uninjured, even the paint %eing unscorched, and the fusible plugs only showed a temperature of 149 degrees F. —Engineering Dingbat*. The Boston Journal gives various theories as to the meaning of the word “dingbats. ” One writer who spent his boyhood in Maine thinks it means to spank, because his mother when getting ready to use the slipper threatened to put the “dingbats” on him. From Wil ; barliam academy comes the explanation that it means the breakfast biscuit, which the students dispose of by sticking it to tho under side of the table, throwing it at the heads of other students or eating it. A Connecticut pupil states that to receive punishment at the hands of the teacher is known as ‘ ‘getting the dingbats.” Two Philadelphians agreed that it means money, as fti tho sentence, ‘‘l’ve got tho dingbats for it.” But New Hampshire agrees with Maine that it means spanking, and so the majority appears to side with the maternal slipper. It is from such “little acorns” that the tall tree of our almost cosmopolitan language has grown. We got “blizzard” from tho west, “kuklux” from the south, “boom” from the ambitious cities, “crank” from the eccentric minds in every part of the country, “pautata” from Italy, “cbalitza” from Russia. Dingbats is going to be a great convenience. Pneumatic Tires. Most people imagine that pneumatic tires aro novelties of recent invention, and yet they were actually used on English roads nearly 50years ago. Wo read that “at tho Bath ami west of England agricultural show, held at Guilford, a couple of carriage wheels were shown fitted with pneumatic tires. These wore made by May &' Jacobs for tho Duke of Northumberland ■ 47 years ago, but the carriage proving too heavy for the horse they were disused. Tho tires were constructed on almost exactly tho same principle as those in use oil cycles today —an inner air chamber,'with a stronger outer cover. Wheu punctured, they were repaired by the same means as now adopted. ” —Hardware. An Incomplete Affair. “It is plain,” said tho justice, “that yon stole tl?e hog, and I shall send you up for montlis. ” " c “.ledge, kin you gimme 'bout one hour’fo ! . I goes?” “What for?” FWell, sub, I wants ter go homo en saltdat hogdownl”—Atlanta Constitution. Her Fortune. Pearl Passee —Yes, dear papa is very generous. On my birthday anniversary he always gives me a dollar for each year 1 have lived. Yulio Younger—rlndeed? That must have been the mopey Charley Gayboy meant when he said you had a fortune in your own right.—Buffalo Courier, A portrait of’a man scratched bn bone, apparently the shoulder blade of asheep, . was found in 1857 in a Swiss lake dwelling., Wheat is mentioned in the Scriptures as a well known grain and under wide cultivation. u

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