Democratic Press, Volume 1, Number 26, Decatur, Adams County, 11 April 1895 — Page 6

AN EASTER OFFERING. HE little church was 1 crowded SgjflF I At the joyful Easter H 14 **de—te' a The K°'den rays of flKat N J morning sun W V ‘ xis Streamed thro" the t\« jJI > Z window wide; 'Ytf 'jfF’Vwtf bright cross «\l,' ’ caught the glory ~ threw it back ’ ’k 3F\ y-YZS-I' ag a >m JX i jjj AAs a sweetly chantI'W *' ' ed anthem ——r? ~f""-'?Thro' the echoing i‘ ’ ’*l arches came. ~"~ The diurch was clothed in beauty; There were flowers everywhere. On organ, pillar and archway— On altar, chaneel, and stair. • In the moment of holy silence. When the opening hymn was o’er. A little rustling sound Was heard from the open door. There stood a baby girl— She was not over four— And her apron was full of flowers. So full it could hold no more, She looked so sweet as she stood there. The sunlight in each fair curl. And a blue sash trailing behind her. Dear, brown-eyed little girl! “We bring some flowers for Jesus.“ The baby quietly said; Then dropped them on the floor And looked around in dread. There were so many people She had never seen before. And she guessed—she—wanted—Mamma. So she ran from the open door. The sunlight kissed the flowers—’’God’s flowers” the child had brought. And they lay there and preached a sertn-'n. The text a genuine thought. From the baby through all the people. The spirit of giving spread. And the gifts that day were large— By the child’s offering led. —The Home. .e-yre.A-y*-’,. S UNLIGHT was in the sky, upon ( the streets, over all things. The i sound of church bells rose above the noise of voices and of footfalls on the sidewalk. What light, charming cos- ; tnmes the women wore, aud the men how '-arefully dressed and how expressive of admiration and a desire to be especially , amiable. One tall man, who looked prematurely 1 grai e for thirty years, walked alone. Few I passers-by noticed his face. Os those few ; some wondered that sueh melancholy was abroad upon this morning of mornings, this most radiant of Easter days. A lithe, fair girl came down the steps of ; * hoqsi anil walked off briskT'a "Jose -■'■eu M fray and a flat adorned with small, artificial spring flowers. Eighteen years of life, a fresh, handsome face, great gray eyes, a prayer book and a parasol in one of her small gloved hands, what a fitting picture for I the day’ And, to complete it. in the I other hand a white lily, perhaps thought- I lessly plucked from its stem. The soli- ! tary man was walking several feet be- 1 hind her. He happened to look up from , where his cane at each step met the pave- ! ment. He saw the lily over the girl’s shoulder. The man sighed. “That flower and that I girl bring them back to me still more vividly," he mused: "that other Easter I day, that other Easter lily—aud her?’ The girl in front turned to cross the ’ street. The man recognized her and raised his hat in response to her bow. She hesitated, dropped her eyes, stopped and waited for an approaching cab to pass. When the man came up she faced him with a smile. He was vaguely conscious of a heightened color in her cheeks aud of a delicate fragrance environing her. “Good m ruing. Monsieur Melancholy 7’ she said, in gr ‘ting. "You s<—, I haven't forgotten ray Shakespeare.” “Like the sweet girl graduate that you are,” be replied, carekssly. as he started forward by her side. "But why do you bring your Shakesiiearean knowledge to bear on me in that way? Am I melancholy?” "Doleful! And r.n such a morning! Its wicked to be sad in s rishine like this." “And in such company it’s impossible. That is to say. it would be if you didn’t remind me, you and that flower in your hand—but pardon me. what am I saying?” The girl glanced up at her companion In some surprise. Then she became thoughtful. Mechanically she b-iked ar the lily in her hand. Presently sue spoke in a low tone. “As you were saying, what are vou saying? Or. rather, what were you going i ■ 4 IHE HELD OUT THE FLOWER IN HER BAID to say? I remind yon, I and my flower —of what?” He spoke without seeing her shy. side look, as they passed on among the crowds of church-goers. •‘Of another and another flower like that, on another day like this. You bring hack a story that began on such a day when such a woman lightly gave

such a flower to —to the hero of the story.” “Yourself, of course.” This was spoken with a sharpness that might have aroused his curiosity had he not been in a reflective mood. “Yes.” he answered. “And the story was a —love story?” “Naturally.” “How interesting! And it ended in—in what?” “In a grave in Green wood, eight months afterward.” he replied, softly. “Oh!” she said, gently. They walked on in silence for a time. Then he added: “She died of pneumonia a month before the time fixed for our marriage. That was six years ago. It seems yesterday.” ! “But the story is finished.” “Oh, yes,” he said, with a slightly bitter smile. “That story is. And now you know why I was not all smiles when you met me, notwithstanding the morning.” They had come to the church. He stopped on the outskirts of the converging crowd at the front of the wide stone steps before the great entrance. “Are you not going in?” she asked, with some astonishment, as she also stopped. He smiled. “No, I didn’t intend to. I’m not a church-goer. I’m out of practice.” “Then experience a novelty. I can’t ! invite you into our pew, for Aunt Agnes ■ and my cousins have already left only room enough for me. But you might enjoy standing in the gallery. Don’t you j like Easter music?” “Yes. Perhaps I may drop in by and : by.” He stood still, waiting for her to leave ■ him and enter the church. But she did not move. He must have been strangely I unobservant not to have noted the look of tenderness that suddenly burst all re- i pressive bonds, instinctive and conscious. I and glowed eloquently in her eyes, not to 1 have penetrated to the deliberate design hidden under the surface of her next ; speech. “And, that story being finished, has it I ■ had many—any—sequels, with the same | hero ?” “None,” he answered. “None in six years.” “It began with a lily?” “A lily that still stands in a Grecian . vase beside my mirror.” “Somewhat faded?” “Yes, poor flower.” “But, the old story being finished,” she said, speaking with increasing haste and very k»w, “and the hero still young, what’s to prevent beginning another story—with another lily?” She held out the flower in her hand. The man. surprised at her manner and her action, and not immediately awake to their signifies nee, did not move or speak. ; 1 The girl, appalled by his hesitation. ' hastily drew back the proffered lily. Her face became crimson, and she turned and hurried confusedly from him. passing with the throng up the steps aud into the I church. In the vast arched interior her senses met subdued light after the sunshine, the hum of discreet conversation, the soft footfalls of worshipers going to their seats, the rustle of women’s gowns, the odor of flowers, the colored rays that fell . obliquely from the stained glass window. ; ' The man remained standing outside be- ’ wildered. After a few seconds the girl’s meaning dawned upon him. Thereupon I he began to twirl his mustache rapidly. "—> - ’ ■*7<' Wl — L ■ > i " ’ .Mr-' HE REMAINED INSENSIBLE TO THE NOTES OF THE ORGAN. in accordance with nis custom when in deep thought. one touched him on the shoulder. “Hello, old man! Going in?” “Yes, yes. certainly!” he said quickly, j and ran up the steps without turning to look at the speaker. He pushed his way . up the stairs and forward to a place on the front row of ’seats in the gallery, a feat difficult because of the Easter crowd, j but to him easy by teas-n of his abstraction. whi h made him indifferent to the : elbows, shoulders, attire and toes of oth- ■ era. Already the deep notes of the organ i were quivering on the air. A summary scan of the congregation failed to discriminate the girl of the lily from the hundreds of women whose bright head gear gave the congregation the aspect of i an indoor flower garden. His eyes rested upon the chancel, held by the general effect of the grouped white Resurrection lilies... i. pm Ims and yellow, azaleas A cross of lilies surmounted the floral pyramid. To him this morning. ' all the world was Easter lilies. The clear voices of the choristers rose from beneath him, in harmony with the organ, as the white robed boys moved up I the aisle. But the splendid anthem. “He ‘ is Risen.” seemed to him a? coming from afar. He was meditating. She was m iove with him—this lily-like girl! Her offer of the flower might have i passed for a jest, but her almost angry withdrawal of it had told the truth, as in a flash. Why had he not already seen? i Clinging to the oid iove had kept him blind. He reviewed their acquaintance, from the first meeting at the house of her j aunt four months before. Her shy look, : her alternate moods of cordiality and coolnes>. her studied avoidance of him, ; j her sudden appearance before him during i his calls at the house, all. with much else, j should have warned him. He remem- i i bered that night at the theater when ■ chance had placed him beside her. The ' play was “As You Like It.” He had not before asked himself why that night had i remained so sweet in his memory. She. too. had not forgotten it. Her greeting this morning, the title of Monsieur Melan- ' choly,” applied by Orlando to Jacques, j was a souvenir of that evening.

“Christ our passover is sacrificed for us. therefore let us keep the feast." The anthem, with him, fell upon heedless ears. Yes, this girl, at the sight of whom he had taken some pleasure, whom he had always viewed as a child just from school, was sufficiently a woman to have fallen in love with him. There was but one thing to do. He must go away, that she might forget him; for his iove was with the dead. More glad Easter music rose to his ears. The church seemed to thrill with the Te Deum festival. He remained insensible to the note* of the organ and the groat composite voice of the choir. Since he must betake himself from the possibility of meeting her again, where should he go? Meditating upon this, he sat indifferent alike to the collect, the epistle, the gospel, the sermon. But all the while, it HOW PLEASANT . . . TO SIT BESIDE HER. half involuntarily, ha was searching the congregation below with his eyes for a glimpse of a certain maid bearing a lily. It would be a sacrifice for him to leave town now. It occurred to him that life had been pleasant to him of late amid his present surroundings in the city. For the first time in five years, existence had recently begun to have some piquancy for him. He had not sought the cause. Assuredly. he was showing rare consideration for this girl in deciding to leave the city in order that she might be spared the pain of a hopeless love. There were few others, if any, for whom be would so readily disturb the routine of his life. He would like, however, to see her face once more before putting it forever into his past. It was such a charming face. Now that he came to think of it, was there ever a more chanuiug face—bur one? Why could he not single her out in the gently swaying surface of flower trimmed bonnets stretched out before his gaze? Why had he not ascertained the location of her aunt's pew? He found her at last, far to the front aud to the left. He knew her by the lily in her hnnd. She sat perfectly still, in a ray of light from a high window. She seemed wrapt in contemplation. How pleasant it would be to sit beside her! Aud when at last the "Gloria in Excelsis" was swelling up to the vaulted roof he had begun to ask himself whether it were necessary to leave town, after all. He found himself unwontcdly eager to reach the front of the crowd as it made its way to the doors after the service. He pushed his way down the stairs, out from the place of subdued light and flowei* and fragrance, into the sunlight. How long the time seemed as he waited while the multitude poured out and separated into hundreds of groups upon the sidewalk! He watched the lines of faces as they appeared at the head of the steps, coming from the comparative shade within. At last! She still held her lily. She east a quick glance around as she stood on the topmost step. Then she descended. followed by her aunt and two cousins. His heart beat rapidly as he elbowed his way through the throng that he might appear at her side as if brought there by chance. He raised his hat to her aunt and cousins. She herself dropped her eyes an l bowed rather stiffly when she saw him. He adroitly managed to keep by her side as the group moved up the sidewalk. The aunt and the cousins fell behind. Yet he could find little to say upon the homeward walk. She was inclined to be flippant and inattentive in her share of the conversation. When they reached her house, she allowed her aunt and cousins to precede her up the steps. Then she tarried for a second. , “Good by,” she said, standing upon the second step. "Good by,” he answered, "but first I should like ” "Well?” m "May I have the nly and begin the new story?” She looked into his eyes a moment; then hastily thrust the lily into his outstretched hand and tripped up the steps. Within the doorway, turned and kissed her hand to him. In the evening, when church bells again were ringing and the hum of people walking came up from the street below, he stood before the mirror in his chaml>er and contemplated a long dead lily, a mere mummy of a lily in the Grecian vase beside it. Presently he took the shriveled flower from ’he vase and placed it in the furthest corner of a dressing case drawer. And thus an old love was changed into a memory and he uttered • sigh. But a moment later he hummed a tune as he put in the vase, in place of the old dead flower, an Easter hly that was still white and fresh. —Robert N. Stephens. The Only Case oT the Kind. Dr. Thau, of Elizabeth, and Dr. Hatfield. of Leachtown, Pa., performed a successful, though very unusual and i difficult, surgical operation lately Miss Myra Simmons, of Standing Stone, a handsome young woman, with long. . luxuriant hair, had been in the habit of i twisting her tresses so tightly in a knot at the back of her head that the pressure had loosened the scalp from I the skull. The scalp was taken off aud coagulated matter that had gathered under it removed, the scalp stitched on again, hair and all. and the young wo- ! man will recover. It is said to be the i only case of the kind known in medical I science. Has to Talk Through It. Flapjack—Glibley is quite a talker, isn’t he? Treacle —Yes. but his hat will get down over his mouth.—Springfield Mass.) Union.

THE NEW INCOME TAX NO PROSPECT OF IT BEING DECLARED UNCONSTITUTIONAL. Almost Every Single Tax Has Been Objected To by Tbo«e Who Would Stop the Wheels of Progreso*—The Republican Party Not Hard toPlea*®. It’s a Just Measure. From the legal point of view can it be seriously maintained that a thousand dollars exemption from the general property tax or a ten thousand dollar exemption from the inheritance tax is constitutional, but that a four thousand dollar exemption from the income tax is unconstitutional? If this provision in the income tax law is unconstitutional. then we must overturn hundreds of decisions in our State tribunals. and completely reverse the general tendency of fiscal development throughout the civilized world. We must say that uniformity means absolute uniformity, and declare unconstitutional hundreds of existing laws which aim merely at substantial uniformity. There is. therefore, very little prospect of the tax being declared

A TYPICAL TRUST. The public and the stockholders are robbed ’hat the -crowd on the inside” nay wax wealthy.—Chicago Times-Herald.

unconstitutional on that ground.. This brings us to the question whether the Income tax is indeed a just measure. Some people say it is sis ialis:: -. and that the State has no right t nfis. ate earnings. This objection scarcely de- | serves a refutation. It entirely mis- ' conceives the relation of the individual : to the State. The cry of Socialism has . always been the last refuge of those who wish to clog the wheels of social progress or to prevent the ahplition of long-continued abuses. The factory j laws were in their time dubbed socialistic. Compulsory education aud the j postoffice system were called socialistic. There is scarcely a single tax which has ever been introduced, which | has not somewhere or other met with ■ the same objection. This is true no ' less of the new inheritance tax in some of our commonwealths and iu England ! than of the new property tax in Hol- i land and Prussia. But the argument i nowhere carried any weight. In fact, if there is any Socialism, it would be far more obvious in the property tax. ! which exempts the earnings of the ; poorer classes, than of the income tax which reaches earnings from other ' sources than mere property. Yet we ’ have become so accustomed to the property tax that the idea of Its being | socialistic seems ridiculous. — Prof. Seligman in the Forum. Importers Kept Busy, Under the above heading, the Amer- I lean Economist says: "A stroll through the wholesale dry-goods district of New York City will convince the most skeptical that wholesale houses, large and small, are taking advantage of this era of Gorman free trade to buy everything in their line anywhere but : in the United States. * * “ This b» k> to the casual observer like good times and prosperity, but when we consider that each one of these foreign boxes and bales throws a dampening shower on our own furnace fires, and that the prosperity is over the water and not here, the whole business assumes another aspect.” Does it? How do the people pay for these imported goods? There is but one ■way—by exchange. The fact that the American people are taking advantage of the opportunity to secure cheap goods shows that they are producing something to exchange for theae foreign goodi They are at work making what they can produce most cheaply to exchange for what foreigners can pro dtice most cheaply This win giv,. u : . ; far greater prosperity than we could . attain by attempting to make those I things which we cannot produce cheaply. When we see a farmer purchasing large supplies of gvoceries. dry g.esls and furniture at a store, do we think It a sign that somebody else is prospering and that he is not? What is he doing but exchanging the products of his labor for the products of the labor of other people? He gets more for his labor by such an exchange than he could possibly get in any other way; and the cheaper goods are. and the more be can get for what he has to sell, the more prosperous will he be. It doesn’t matter whether he exchanges with a near neighbor or a man on the opposite side of the world. The farmer gives as little and gets as much as possible in exchange. In so doing not only himself, but his town, county. State and country are the gainers. Anything that prevents him from selling or buying to the best possible advantage injures not only himself, but his town, county. State and country. This is so because the same statement holds

true not only to every other farmer, but also to every laborer, mechanic, clerk or professional man. W bat is good for each and every individual in a group is good for the whole group. A tariff wall prevents each individual from getting as much as possible in exchange for what be has to sell, and therefore injures each individual and the whole countr?’. The American Economist is mistaken. Exchange is a blessing and not a curse. It is a good omen that business is booming In the wholesale dry-goods district of New York City, and that everybody is “taking advantage of this era of Gorman free trade. ’ It is a pity that they have not a "Wilson free-trade" era to take advantage of. Wilson was willing to give our people even greater bargains than was Gorman. A Pertinent Qaeotion. In one of the Letters from the Peopl’ in yesterday’s World a citizen asked a pertinent and pregnant question. It was inspired by the advice of corporation lawyers and plutocratic newspapers that the Income tax law. If upheld by the court, be nullified by refusal to make returns. This is the question; "If a millionaire may select a law to defy why may not a poor man?”

Why not. indeed! If a rich man may escape an income tax that cannot possibly burden him why may not a pool man escape customs or internal revenut taxes that are a burden to him? Tht rich tax-dodger pretends to regard the income tax as unjust and inquisitorial. This is the feeling of the smuggler to- | wards the tariff, aud of the moonshine distiller towards the whisky tax. It one may nullify the law because It is obnoxious to him why not the other? There could be no more dangerous precedent made under our form of gov ernment than the one which the income tax nullifiers seek to set up.—New York World. Applet* for Europe. To fool the farmer. McKinley put s duty of 25 cents a bushel on apples, and another of 2 cents a pound on the same fruit when dried or evajiorated. The original Wilson bill placed both these products on the free list. Whereupon the followers of McKinley complained bitterly. And so the Senate made ap pies, whether green or dried, dutiable at 20 per cent, ad valorem. This was not satisfactory to the advocates of high protection, and the change to an ad valorem rate has btsm [minted out as evidence that the farmer has l>een Injured by the new tariff. If the American owners of apple trees need to be protected against a “flood” of pauper apfiles from Europe or elsewhere. how did it come about that they were able to export and sell in Europe nearly 1.500.000 barrels of apples in the last six months? Our neighbor, the Tribune, shows that in the export seaI son now almost closed there have been shipped to Europe 1.443.592 barrels. It is also shown by the official reports that i 2.MG.045 pounds of dried apples were . exported in the year ending on June 30 last When the farmer is told that he needs a duty of 25 cents a bushel or one of 20 per cent, to protect him against the sale of foreign apples in this country I he should ask the advocates of M< Kin ( leyism to explain how it is possible tc i sell these American apples abroad, ai good prices. In open competition with the pauper apples of the old World, without the aid of any protective duty, and under the disadvantages imposed by ocean freight charges.—New York Times. Why XVaaes Are Going I p. Strikes for the restoration of wage* to rates in force before the panic are reported in various industries particular■ly In the woolen manufacture. In many cases wages have been voluntari ily restored by employers, notably by that heartless enemy of labor, Mr. i Frick. One large wtmleu house states I according to the Reporter, that it his restored all but 10 per cent of the reduction made in wages during the past ; two years, and means promptlv to restore the rest, inasmuch as the total production of their mills is contracted for in advance, and it is good business to guard against dissatisfaction on the part Os the Such thing. the well-known incidents of improving busmess, but what of the great truth that wages cannot go up till the tariff goes up? We fear that the experienew of the present year will convince Work ers in protected industries that ex Speaker Reed was right in admitting under the prodding of Mr. Coekran that l.irii wages were ruled by the law of supply and demand, modified by the strength and wisdom of labor organ! zations. and not at all bv the tariffNew York Evening Post. He who is the master of all opinions ‘v' “ eTer bc u,e b ’ sot of My-w. R.

Prevention Vs. Cure. Most people are quick to see the ae«4 of medical aid when disease has tened itself upon them, or when the, are prostrated by some epidemic, it j, not everyone, however, who realize, the importance of keeping the bo<!, tn su-'h a state of health that It w m abl«*t all times to resist the att A , of disease. It is when the system I, weakened by overwork or worry ( > aag . ing loss of appetite, etc,, when it greatly debilitated, or "all run dowa' that the danger of serious si. knew and heavy doctor’s bills Is to be feared. On the other hand, if perfect health can be maintained, the blood ken» pure, and the circulation good, the ap. petite normal and the spirits cheerful there will be no occasion to fear th, grip, pneumonia, diphtheria or an » similar ailment As a means ■ ing the body In just this condir >■ „t health no better agent has y.found than that great I llooti purifis, and strength builder. Hood’s sarw parilla. While it is true that 11.. |-, Sarsaparilla Cures” It is equ.:. ;1 . that Hood's Sarsaparilla pr nt, sickness, aud this truth Is of- ip:.. ln » inqiortanee to all. Mrs. C. C. I; Wauregan. Conn., writing to t! proprietors of Hood's Sarsaparilla. >iated the ease most concisely when sh sii.l; “We don't wait until we are siek. bat take Hood’s Sarsaparilla to , vent sickness." Certainly, prevention is f lr better than cure. Moonlight to Order. A new arrangement of the ee< trk light is now being tried in the < b-nnsa army. From the captive balloons kept alwave in readiness for military is suspended an electric arc lamp of some 5,000 candle power. As t ■ aas night begins to fall, the curr. n:. carried by an insulated wire, is turned on and the light is reflected downward. In this way a large open space i- fi. luminated. witho it lamp post-, and the evolutions of a body of troops can take place without impediment by night. Onk of the lay delegates to t > ? ored M. E. conference at Fayette. Mo., took with him to the place of meeting a crate with three chickens in it.

Like an open book, our faces tell the of health or disease. Hollow cheeks and sunken eyes, listless steps and languorous looks tell of wasting debilitating disease some place in the body. It may be one place or another, the cause is generally traceable to a common source — impure blood, and ini-

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