Decatur Eagle, Volume 11, Number 24, Decatur, Adams County, 20 September 1867 — Page 1

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ATTORNEYS. JAS. C. BBAXTAM. HOW SB J. UHOI BRANTAN & RANSOM. -Attorneys at Law, Claim &. Insurance A grata. Also, Notaries Public, DECATUR, INDIANA, Rbvkbxboks. —Hon. John U. Petitt, Wabash, Ind., Wm. 11. Trammel, Esq., Hon. J. R. Coffreth, First National Bank, Capt- U. D. Cole, Huntington, Ind., Hon. H. B. Sayler, In lianapolis, Ind. •srj .C .Biuxtas U Deputy Proeecating Attorney. vllnl9tf. D. D. HELLER _A.ttorn.ey at Law, DECATUR, INDIANA. Will practice his profession anywhere in Indiana or Ohio. OFFICE.—With Dr. Sorg, over Spencer & Meibers’ Hardware Store. JAMES R. 8080, .Attorney at Law, ajvd Pension A Bounty Agent, DBCATUUR, INDIANA. Draws Deeds, Mortgages and Contracts. Redeems Lands, pays Taxes, and collects Bounties and Pensions. OFFlCE—Opposite the Auditor’s Office. vlOnGtf. De STUDABAKER, Aitornev at Law, AND Claim A Real Estate Agent, DECATUR, INDIANA. Will practice law in Adams and adjoining counties; secure Pensions and other claims against the Government; buy and sell Real Estate; examine titles and pay taxes, and other business per taiuing to Real Estate Agency. He is also a Notary Public, and is prepared to draw Deeds, Mortgages and other instruments of writing. vlOnlltf. REAL ESTATE AGENTS? JAMES R. 8080, LICENSED REAL ESTATE AGENT. DECATUR, INDIANA, lAA ACRES of good farming .OvlLf land, several Town Lots, and a large quantity of wild land for sale. If you want to buy a good farm or wild land he will sell it to you. If you want your land sold he will sell it for you. Fo sale, no charge. vlOnCtf ~~~ PHYSICIANS. F. A. JELLEFF, Physician and. Surgeon, DECA TUB, LYnU,Y.I’ OFFICE—On Second Street, over Bollman's Store. vfinlfitf. ANDREW SORG, Physician and Surgeon, HEGfTIH. OFFICE—On Beoond Street over Spencer & Meibers’ Hardware Store. vSn42tf. S. C. AYERS, M.D m —RESIDENT— Eye and Ear Stargeon, FORT WAYNE. INDIANA. OFFICE—No, 80 Calhoun Street. vlln9tf. ' auctioneer. ~ C. M. FRANCE Would announceto thepublicthat he is a regularly licensed auctioneer, and will attend all Public Sales, whenever requested, upon addressing him at Wilshire, Ohio. HOTELS. MIESSE HOUSE, Third St., Opposite the Court House, DECATIR, I.TD., I. J, MIESSE,::::::::::: Proprietor. This House is entirely new, neatly tarnished, and is prepared to accommodate the public in the best style. Board by the day or week. vllnOtf. MONROE HOUSE. MONROEVILLE, INDIANA. L. WALKER,:::::::: Proprietor, This House is prepared to accommodate the travelling public in the best style, and at reasonable rates. nsvlltf, MAIN STREET EXCHANGE. A. FREEWAY, Proprietor. H7»t Jtain Street, near the Publie Square. fort r.i nrr, i.rn. vllnllyl. IIEDEKIN HOUSE On Barr, between Columbia and Main Sts. FORT WA YNE, IND. ELI KEARNS,PrenrIeMr. Office of Auburn and Decatur Stage lines. Also good stabling in connection with the House. vllnllyl. HAVER HOITSE*. J. LESMANT, Proprietor. Corner Calhoun and Wayne St*., FORT WAYNE, vllnllyl. Indiana. MONROEVILLE EXCHANGE. MONROEVILLE, IND. E. O. COVER DAI.X, Mr. Coverdale is also a Notary Public, Real Estate and I(*uranM Agest. vllnllyl.

DECATUR, LSTD., FRIDAY, SEPT. SO, 1867.

gtUcM fortrij. BE CHKKRFKL. Let those who will, repine at fate, And droop their heads with sorrow; I laugh when cares upon me wait, I know they’ll leavs to-morrow. My purse is light, but what of that? My heart is light to match it; Ahd if I tear my only coat, I laugh the while I patch it. Tve seen elves some who call themselves My friends in summer weather, Blown far away in sorrow’s day, As winds would blow a feather, I never grieved to see them go, (The rascals, who would head ’em?) For what’s the use of having friends, If false when mostyouneed ’am? I’ve seen some rich in wordly gear. Eternally repining; Their hearts a prey to every fear— With gladness never shining. I would not change my lithsome heart For all their gold and sorrow; For that’s a thing that all their wealth Can neither buy nor borrow And still as sorrows come to me, (As sorrows sometimes will come,) I findjthe way to make them flee, Is bidding them right welcome. They cannot brook a chertal look, They’re used to tobs and sighing, And ho that meets them with smile, Is sure to send them flying.

A Fairy Tale For All Agea. Littlx Demis had lived all his life among stern, gloomy people, in an ugly town. He was a highspirited boy, fond of fun and noisy games; but for these he had little oportunity. He was taught by a grave schoolmaster, who did not like children, and he was expected to make no noise even in playtime. He was a beauty-loving boy, too, who cared for sunlight, bright colors, and pretty faces; but he lived in a smokey, dull street, in a dark house, with old and shabby furniture; while for companions he had his guardian, a tall, hard man, with features that looked as if they had besn cut out of wood, and an old woman, with a face just like a witch, and a very sharp, scolding tongue. Therefore Denis was not very happy, and he was always getting into scrapes. He had slid down the balusters and scratched the last inch of paint off the bottom stair; or had made an enchanted castle of the clothes-horse, and rumpled all the sheets that were drying before the fire; or he had filled the sugar-basin with mould, and was trying to use it. Very mischievous things perhaps to do, but he had so little to amuse him 1 Then he was punished more than he quite deserved, and that put him in a passion, and so he got the character of a very bad boy indeed. Now, one day his guardian came and told him that he was to go away into the country, and stay with some friends there. Denis was glad for he thought any change would be pleasant, but he did not know how delightfill he should find the country till he really got there. It was evening when he arrived, so that he could not see what the outside of his new home was like, but, when the door was opened, kind people came to meet him, and drew him into a pleasant, cheerfill room, and welcomed him as if he was a boy of their own.— With them there was a little girl, with bright eyes that laughed and danced, and a color that came and went, and came again continually, when any-thing pleased or excited her. “I am glad yon are come,” she said; “I think I shall like you.” “I know I shall like you,” Denis said, very decidedly. “You are pretty, and your eyes shine. “I am glad of that,” she said; “I think it must be because I am so happy.” And perhaps it was. Then she told him her name was Ellie; and she asked him what his name was, and where he had lived all his life. Whep he had told her all about it, she said: “I am sorry for you! I think you must have been very unhappy.

But you will forget *ll that now. To-morrow I will take you into Fairy Land, and wo will be bo happy-” “Into Fairy Land!” said Denis, and he opened his eyes quite wide with astonishment. “Yes,” said Ellie, “I go every day. You don’t know how delightful it is. Only wait till tomorrow !” Then Denis went to bed, and dreamed about Fairy Land. In the morning Ellie opened the glass door of the drawingroom, and went aut together. Just before them was a broad turf walk, with trees on either side; the branches arched, and met overhead, and made cool shadows on the grass, and the sunshine lay between them, still and hot Ellie took Denis’s hand, and led him down, and at the end was Fairy Land. Denis did not know that it was Fairy Land at first, but he thought that it was wonderfully beautiful. “I never saw anything like this,” he said. It was a glorious garden. There were no eankers in the roses; there was no blight on the apple-trees; there was no such a thing as a plum too sour to be nice, or a peach that tasted woolly; all the fruit was delicious, all the flowers were lovely. It was never too hot or too cold; the fairies kept the air just right for chldren; the turf was never too damp to play upon and yet never burned up; and you can not imagine such beautiful colors as the faries had put npon all the wet stones in the stream:

“Come,” said Ellie, “I will show you all about the fairies.” She showed him the dandelion fairy clocks, and the way the little faries whisked off the down with their wings to mark the time.— Then they looked at the fairy spears in the rushes, and the magic butter cups, that tell whether children are fond of butter by throwing yellow shadows on the chin when they are held underneath it. Next Ellie showed the rings where the fairy dance had gone on the night before; she found the big daisy on which the queen had sat, and all the mushrooms which she made spring up for tents. “We may eat these, “Ellie said; “The queen will make more for to-night she never has the same tents twice.” Then they discovered the folded iris, in which one little fairy had gone to sleep during the heat of the day, but they would not look in, for tear of disturbing her, so they went and drank honey out of the fairy bottles in the clover. Day by day the children came and played in Fairy Land. Th* fairies loved them very much, and each day they made the garden more beautiful for them. When they were tired of running about and seeing all the lovely things around them they would lie down on the grass and put their heads close together till the brown hair mixed, and you could scarcely tell where Denie’s crisp curls ended and Ellie’s wavy locks bcgan<— Lying thus with their eyes shut they could hear the fairy whispers all around them, and the rustle of elfiin wings as they flew past; and so life passed happily and quickly as a long summers day. But after some months Denis was obliged to go back to thecold work-a-day world again. The children parted with many tears, as if it was for ever, and indeed it was long years before they met again. Denis went to school and worked hard and gained prizes, and bad many proud, happy moments, but saw no Fairy Land.— He grew up, and then he lived a a busy, harassed life, for he had his own way to make in the world. Sometimes he was succcssfiil, and rejoiced; sometimes he had great troubles, and fretted and chafed under them. But he never had time to think of any thing but the business of the moment; and as for the faries and Fary Land, he had come to disbelieve in them al-1

together. He had forgoten his childish experience of such things. Still he remembered sometimes his old kind friend and little Ellie, and was very glad when he was at last able to go back for a visit to his country home. The place seemed unchanged he thought as he approached, except that the house looked smaller than it used to look, and the drive up to it less wide. The rooms were the same, yet different The furniture had not been changed, but stood each thing in its old place; but th e great china vase of potpourri had lost the wonderful air of mystery there used to be about it which made it seem as if all sorts of things might be hidden at the bottom of it. The picture, too, of the smiling lady in a riding habit looped up, and a hat with a long drooping feather, seemed so beautiful, or put such strange fancies into Denis’s head as to her history, and whom she was going to ride with. She used to be, by turns an enchanted princess; an ardent follower of Prince Charles Edward just going to warn him against his enemies; a haughty lady, who had bid her lover achieve some wonderfull deed before he dared appear again befo re her, and who was going out hawking in the mean-while. Now she was merely a fantastic woman with a smirk. Denis’s old friends, however, had not altered much, and they scarcely appeared to him older than when he was a boy. They welcomed him gladly, and then he looked round for Ellie, wondering what she would have become now she was grown up. She was very pretty indeed.— Iler wavy hair was fastened up in coils round her head, and she walked now sometimes instead of running; but her step was as light as ever, and her eyes were as bright, and they still shone “because she was so happy.” It was easy to see that she knew a great deal about the fairies, just as she used to do. As she looked at Denis, by his grave, sad face, she guessed that he did not remember them. This time she did not say to him, “I will show you the faries.” But when they went out doors some how or other their steps turned naturally down the turfwalk, where the changing sun and shade lay as they used to lie ten years ago. As they went they talked of all that had happened since they were last together.— Denis told of his difficult strugling life—Ellie of her quiet, happy one. All the sadness melted away from Denis's heart, and he felt as glad and gay as when he was a boy. , “This must be enchanted ground he said.” Ellie smiled, and when he look round him, behold! he was in Fairy Land; but a Fairy Land ten times more beantiful than that of his boyhood. The garden was full of life, and of loving life; the trees twined their branches caressingly together; the roses bent to one another as the wind kissed their leaves; the heliotrope sent up its fragrance as a tribute of love to the sun. There was a fairy light over every thing that lent new beauty even to the lily, and made each dewdrop a magic prism filled with the colors of the rainbow. There was a fairy murmuring music all around, sweeter than any thing human. Fairy laughter sounded in the ripple of the stream and, fairy whispers of hope and joy floated in the air. In the midst stood Ellie, looking in that wonderful light more beautiful than a mortal. “Marry me, Ellie,” said Denis, “that I may always he with you in Fairy Land.’. So Denis and Ellie were married for people always marry, in Fairy Land, and for some time they lived in the enchanted garden. But people can not stay on that’ground forever, though they wish it never sd earnestly. By and by Denis went back to the world, and this tijne Ellie went with him. The

world was cold and hard, often foil of annoyances for Ellie. All day long he worked at his business, and because just then he had many anxieties he often could not help carrying the thoughts of them home to his fireside. While she unused to household cares, grew worried by them. Then, too, friends and acquaintances took up ths time in which might have been together. They got caught into a busy whirl of life that caried away all the gfrl’s sweet tranquillity.— The sunny smile faded from her eyes, and Denis looked graver and sterner than he had ever done.— Not that they were exactly unhappy ; they had many pleasures, and they were fond of each other, but the wonderful joy they had known in the magic garden seemed so strange and different from their present life that not only Denis, but Ellie also, began to think that it could not have b«en real, and to believe that they had only fancied those beautiful things which they dimly remembered. They had one child, a boy call’d Norman, and they loved him dearly. He lived in a magic world of his own, but he could not take his mother there. And Ellie smiled and sighed together when she saw him poring over marvelous adventures and tales of giants and enchanters, or finding for himself wonderful beauties, and difficulties and dangers, all in one narrow strip of garden and tiny brook. She smiled, because she was glad that her boy had the same dreams that gladdened her childhood; she sighed, because she thought they were only dreams that could never return.

By-and-by there came troubles to the house—troubles great and small. First, money troubles—things which make Fairy Land seem very far away, and which brought still harder work for Denis, still more worries for Ellie. That came sickness; the boy was ill, and his parents feared for his life, while Ellie also was ailing. Oh, what a dull, sad, wearying time was that! Their hearts sank withinthem, and all their life looked gloomy. Now it seemed to them very strange that they had not been more happy before real grief fell upon them. ‘Ah !”thought Denis; “if my boy and my wife are but once well again all will be bright and I shall care for nothing else.” And Ellie said to herself, “If my child were but strong, and I could again be a companion to Denis, I would grieve no more for my vanished Fairy Land. ■ For the two had grown dearer to each other in their anxiety, and they thought they had never really known how they loved till now. At last the brighter time come. The boy recovered; once more his merry laugh was heard, the more joyful for the delight of returning strength aft«r having known weakness. Ellie grew better too, and then came very happy days, such as Denis had hoped for in his sorrow. There were days when the three were much together, for now Denis would not allow work or any other claim to steal all the hours from the time that be loved at home; and Ellie, neither for cares nor for fatigue, would give up her sympathy and interest in all that interested him. One summer evening she lay resting, while Denis was beside her, and the boy sat at her feet. Suddenly the child looked up with clear, big eyes, and said, “Mamma, here is such a beautiful story all about faries, and a man who went into the country. You never went there, papa ?” Then Denis and Ellie looked at one another, and the same light came info both their faces, and a smile on their lips; both saw the same thing, and had the same thought in their hearts. For, though they could never tell exactly how or when it happened, Fairy Land had come to them. Yes, and a Fairy Land just as beautiful as that ifr ths garden of their child-

hood and youth. Outside, apou the narrow strip of green sward, the evening shadows lay more still and calm than the changing sun and shade of the old avenue, but not less lovely. Through the large branches of the grand old elm without a fairy light streamed into the room that gave the wellworn covers of the household books an untold beauty, and lent to the words within a magic power. It made the picture on the wall, of a corn-field bathed in sunset light show forth, through the glory of its golden sky, every lovely homescene on which it had looked down. Through the open window the cooing of the household doves floated in upon a fairy-song of calm content, and the father and mother saw, through the sun’s long, low rays, a fairy coronet of light upon the head of their boy. Erom that day Fairy Land never left them. It staid with them till old age when their children’s children climed npon their knees to hear the story of grandtnamma’s fairy garden, and found their own magic land, where all was goodnes and peace, in that calm presence. A Spleaflifl Relte of Revolutionary Times. There is now on exhibition at the jewelry establishment of Messrs. Brown & Spaulding, corner of Broadway and Prince Streets, a magnificent relic of the Revolution, of great value and beautiful workmanship. It is a gold snuff box presented by Louis XVI., King of France, to Col. John Laurens, of South Carolina, Aid de Camp to Gen. George Washington, on the occasion of Col. Laurens’ visit to the Court of France as special envoy from the United States Government to negotiate a loan. The box is of pure gold, the exterior beautifully enameled and studded with diamonds. The top has a finely executed likeness of Louis XVI., set in a cluster of thirtyfour diamonds, while the outer circle contains twenty-four diamonds. This beautiful relic has been in the possession of descendants of Col. Laurens since his death, and is now the property of one of them, a widow lady, who has lost almost her all by the late war, and who sends this here to be sold, in order to maintain herself and children. It is valued at $lO, 000. The history attached to the relic is as follows: When Col. Laurens reached France, although his reception was favorable and encouragement given him that his request would be granted, yet the delays continually interposed by the Minister, the Count de Virgines, afforded little prospect of immediate success, Col. Laurens, convinced that procrastination would give a death blow to American independence, resolved, in defiance of Court etiquette, to make a personal request of the King. Dr. Franklin, our Minister at Versailles, vehemently opposed his intention, but finding Laurens firm in his purpose, said, “I most cordially wish you success, Colonel, hut anticipate so different a result that I warn you I wash my hands of the consequences.” Accordingly, at the first levee, Col. Laurens, walking directly up to the King, presented his petition, to which he solicited his most earnest attention, and said: “Should the favor asked he denied, or even delayed, there is cause to fear that the sword which I wear may no longer be drawn in the defence of my country, but wielded as a British subject against the monarchy of France.” His decision met its just reward. Apologies were made for delays, and the Minister gave his serious attention to the matter, and the negotiations were crowned with success. Messrs. B. <fc. S. have also in their store several articles which formerly constituted a portion of the furniture of the unfortunate Marie Antoinette. They consist of a casket and table, tete-tete set, several vases, card receivers, <tc., all of which are highly and beautifolly ornamented with designs executed in porcelain painting, and richly studded with jewels.—W. Y. Times. A certain druggist, who began on fifty dollars capital, is now a millionaria. He spent 8214,000, in advertising.

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