Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 37, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 September 1893 — Currencies Condensed. [ARTICLE]

Currencies Condensed.

' Benert M alon, the Socialist author, died in Paris. Julius Bernstein, a Now York importer, has failed. Fire at Shell City, Nev., destroyed a number of buildings. The Cleveland lumber firm of Cartwright & Co. failed for SIOO,OOO. Sylvia Gerrish, the comic opera actress, is critically ill in New York. Officers of the cruiser Chicago were handsomely entertained at Havre, France.

“Marso Hugh" Came Back to Stay. Just across the dusty country road, opposite the station, was the ohina tree. It stood in the corner of the zigzag fence; its brown limbs were bare save for the jgreat clusters of pale gold berries which they held,aloft against the blue sky. Three robbins, already half intoxicated by the delicious food, were feasting on the berries. The, tree, as If by some sudden caprice, had tossed down all at once its yellow leaves; the brown earth weloomed them and there they lay shining in the sunlight. She stood beneath the tree, gowned in gray, coarse gray, home spun, home dyed; the large hat shading her faoe was made of shucks, plaited by her long, tapering fingers, which had been wont to wander over the strings of her guitar while Hugh’s lips whispered love’s sweet words. Soft hair, a complexion like the petals of a magnolia, a face whose every feature told of birth of blood, she stood, a fine fibred aristocrat in the rough garb of a plebeian. Down the railroad she strained her eager eyos, shading them with one amall, white hand, while the other, tight clasped, held the letter with the precious words, “I shall be with you on Monday. ” On tho other side of the low fence, amid the sassafras bushes, Mammy Dilly, black, fat and jolly, rested her arms on the top rail. ’’Dey be here pros’ney, honey; I mighty anxious to see my boy and Marso Hugh. I know Isham como es Marse Hugh come; doy-11 git cm a furlough togodder, dey’s so oonstan’. Dar de train now!" It camo nearer. It stopped. Isham stepped out of tho baggage oar, wearing an old army cap and a gray jacket with red trimmings. "Howdy, Isham! howdy! War Marse Hugh?” “My Gord, mammy. Is dat you? Is dat Miss Marg’et yauder! Oh, mammy, teok Miss Marg’et back to de house.” “You fool, boy! How I gwine teok Miss Marg’et baok to de house when Marse Hugh cornin’home?’*'' 1 muibii'w Men were lowering something ’from the baggago oar; Isham saw it through a rain of sudden tears, and taking off his cap said with bowed head: “Mars Hugh—done done come home to Stay, mammy wid a bullot in his breas’.”