Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 22 May 1895 — Page 4

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ONE GIVES RELIEF

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IDEAL AND REAL.

Ho was a. reader of Shakespeare, longing a poet to be. 8he was a student ::t eollecrrv In quest of ail M. D. degree. They stood in rhe pale, silent moonlight, He holding her soft, dimpled hand. A happier lover than he w.is f:ure never lived in (he 1. nd, For she had jest told him the darling A secret lv. ',.! 1M si :h t.. know. Ah, lady, you'll i^uess what the thing wrs— That is. if you e'er had a !.e::u. «»*t "IVEy loved one, "he murmured in rr.ptuiv, With a fine touch of dramatic ait, '"Are

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C'onie straight from vonr warm, tender heart?" She answred—her full tones were sweeter Than tones from ten nightingales' tongues—

ha! From my heart? How absurd, dear! The voice always comes from the lungs." —Pharmaceutical Era.

THE FALCON'S FLIGHT

It v:as a cold, desolate winter, and was making an official tour in the society of tho district intendeut. We were driving to tho remotest corner of Siberia, about 900 versts in a straight line on tho ice of the river, over a thick layer of snow, the rocky formation of the shores on both sides glowering down upon us dark and savage in their arctic splendor. There was nothing worth looking at beyond this. Tho monotony of the trip served to bring the virtues of my companion into strong relief. Ho was an old man, tall, with a large, strong face, from which a nose of solid formation protruded hair cut short and a gray, clos-j cropped beard, but despite his rough exterior 0110 of the best natured of men. He was a bachelor, living all by himself, who had grown gray in tho service and accepted lapovki (perquisites) from no matter whom or for what purpose, and had tints gained the esteem and friend'-'hip of all who c.imo into contact with him. His three weaknesses wt re to kill bears, to sing songs and to talk about Siberia, the latter with passionate fondness. Like mosS of

the officials fhero ho was a zealous patriot, and whenever he discoursed upon Siberia and its charms he was apt to lapse into poetry. To offset this ho belittled Russia. Although he had never been on the other side of Urals, ho insisted that the people there were nothing but a mixture of Tartars and immigrants, devoted to the industry of stealing handkerchiefs and purses.

I twitted him that Siberia was only an imitation of Russia that it had never produced a song of its own that its father and schoolmaster were the penal colonists. That aroused him, especially tho reflection regarding its dearth of song music, and to disprove it he sang in 110 unpleasant manner, in his hoarse, age enfeebled basso, sundry old Russian airs with the zealous assurance that they were the purest of Siberian. "By tho way, he suddenly declared, "I'll tell you a story—an actual occurrence—that will show you the sort of songs we sing."

And ho began thus: "It was in the days of my youth, after I had taken service in my country behind tho Baikal. I was presiding not far from the Kara region. I knew nearly every convict by sight, and the affair happened almost under my very nose. "There was a life convict. I forget now what he had done, but of course it was no small affair. He had red hair, with a sprinkling of gray in his beard big and bony, with large, disagreeable eyes. He walked with a slight stoop, seeming to bo thinking to himself was very serious in his demeanor and lived apart from the rest. He was never mixed up in anything, either with the officials or tho convicts. Six years ho had lived on the Kara and should really soon have gono over to the trusted. Many wondered why he had not escaped in tho many years. "Well, ho had a voice! I have heard not a few excellent voices and myself sang not badly in my younger days, but this was something superior. People there lovo songs, and good singers soon come together, but when Wasi Semionitsch began to sing everything became so stil 1 that yea could hear a fly. Crowded i:i the door stood overseers, soldiers and convicts, listening to his favorite song, 'My Little Falcon Flies.' "He sang rarely. They would gather around him in vain, for people there are fend of the convict and vagabond airs. But one evening ho sang of his own incentive, aud all came running sflid surrounded him in silence, as if I10 had cast a spell upon them. He sang a prison song, long and sad. I cannot exactly describo his voico to you—half like a powerful baritone, half tenor of unusual range and purity. I felt riveted to tho spot, listening with breathless interest. It seemed so tender and simple, and yet it seemed to penetrate tho heart like a knife. Then suddenly his voice burst forth like the roll of thunder and mad© one tremble. You would bow as though some subtle power were bending you to earth, and then all would sound soft and plaintive, and you breathed again. Even the commandant stood there with lowered head, apparently in a pensive mood. "Ono day they brought in a new convict. Ho was an ugly fellow, not worth a puff of powder, weak, sickly, like a half grown child. He had beaten his wife to death, or his mistress, or something of the sort. He usod to laugh much and showed the prisoners various tricks, like a clown. The convicts likod him because he was good natured, tractable and awkward, but specially because ho know a great many songs. His voico was not remarkable—weak and tromulous, but ineffably sad and tender. "Well, Wasil Ser^ionitsch formed an attachment to this man and he became his accompanist in singing, aud they soon harmonized. The first would thunder away and tho other would join in very tenderly, as if you heard some one weeping softly. If ono ceased, the other would catch the last note, and thou you would hear a powerful duet. "And so it wont on until spring came, •ind tho Tajga awoko and became lively. Iiut one must know what tho Tajga is in spring! /'Well, it was spring, a spring morn­

ing, warm and bright. Tho snow had not quite melted, but in tho valleys tho grass was growing. "Very early the convicts were led out to work, as they are ahvay.s let1, by the cider and the soldiers who encircled them with their guns like a chain. I "Then Yvasil Sei uoi itseh struck up his favorite song. 'Mv Little Falcon Flies,' but he soon broke off. All had begun to prick up their ears. "And now they began to plead. 'Ring, sing!' The elder himself approaches. 'Sing in Chrisrus' name your song. Semionitsch, or have you onlv been tempting us?' "He refused again and agnii^At last ho said to the elder, 'Feodor WasiJitsch, don't appeal to me like that, for if I sing that song now, upon my word, I'll escape.' "The elder laughed. Why should ho not? Six years had he passed in prison. A hundred times had he scorned to fly, and hero IJO said it aloud before tho sol:liers, and could he reaTly mean it: It svas a jest. 'Very well,' they said, 'lly, but sing first.' "And the other repeated his speech: 'I tell you frankly I am not jesting. I'll escape. It is this waj*. I will sing, but on condition that you lay me low wit.ii I a bullet. Do not uso the butt of your guns, that I may not turn into a crippie!' "The elder continued to laugh. 'Very well,' said ho, 'a bullet will servo us better. It will reach you with tho living hand not like the butt end!' "While they were talking in this way they were not far from the shafr. It is a sort of open passage that penotrates the earth where the gold is dug. The shaft was long and deep and extended to tho base of the mountain. If

Well, and yet he escaped? And you wero all witnesses of his flight?' 'Wo were, your highness.' 'Well, then, how did it happen?' 'Don't, know, your highness. IIo misled us—cast darkness upon (air senses.' 'Fie, dunderhead!' "Tho commandant, was quite scarlet with anger and perspired prodigiously. Thereupon he detailed tho occurrenco to me. 'Isn't that too remarkable?' he said. 'All tell the same story. I have been vexing myself with the case for 21 hours, and the only thing I can hear is, "I10 misled us—cast darkness on our senses.'' Jnst think of il! Ho sang a song to them, and they prick up their ears and go daft. It's enough to drivo a man craxy!' "Tho elder was a good man no blockhead at all. I knew him, and there he stood actually like a wooden imago and stared at the commandant. That worthy purposely for my benefit called up all the soldiers. All of them told tho same story. And he was gone—fled—the Falcon. "Do you see, littlo father, what sort of voices wo havo in the Kara?" So the intendaut concluded his story.—From tho German. ,-v*-

Emerpott

FOP

Woman

Suffrage.

"Ralph Waldo Emerson, in a Phi Beta Kappa oration on "Tho Progross of Culture, recounts the gains of the reform movement as follows:

Observe the marked ethical quality of the innovations urged or adopted. Tho new claim of woman to a political status is itself an honorable testimony to the civilization which has given her a civil status new in history. Now that by the increased humanity of law sho controls her property sho inevitably takes tho next step to her share in power.

Again, in tho "Essay on Civilization, ho says: Right position of woman in the state is another index. Place tho sexes in the right relations of mutual respect, and a severe morality gives that ossential charm to woman which educates all that is delicate, poetic and self sacrificing broods courtesy and learning, 3011 versatf011 and wit, in hor rough aiate, so that I havo thought a sufficient aieasuro of civilization is tho influonco of good women.

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ascend it the Tajga extends behind. ''And so Wasil Semiouitsch calls his accompanist to him, and what they made out between them remains a secret. An .?em or a silent understanding, I know not. They sing, they go singing, and everybody listens. "Now they reach thesiial't. They descend, one after the other. The. other convicts stand still or sit down at the edge of the shaft. Tho soldiers form a chain illI about them, the guns in their hands, tho butt at their feet—everything proper. They peer into the opening and lisit 11. ''And the two walk slowlv along tho shaft and sing their song. Wasil Semionitseh takes a high note, rising ever higher, and his accompanist holds his. The one pauses, and tho other takes tho note. And they so sing together that ono is often puzzled whether it is one or tho other—just like one voice. Now they approach the end of tho shaft, and tho drift again leads upward, and as they ascend so rises their song, the accompanist en this side, Wasil Scmionitsch o!) the other. The one ascends slowly, then sits down. Tho other, undeterred, climbs upward faster and faster. The song dies out. "Then suddenly before the eyes of all ho quickly clambers up tho mountain side. He is on rhe peak. Unobserved ho had rid himselr of his chains. He holds them in his hands. He swings them above his head and casts then far from him in a wide curvo and .screams in a shrill voice, 'Escaped!' "Not until then, when the chain Struck with clanking sound on the rock below, when ho screamed out—not until then was the charm broken which his song had cast upon them all. Quick I tho guns to the eye. They lire. Ah, seek I tho wind in the field! "That was the song of tho Falcon. I "But then," I said, "tho soldiers"— "Ah, that is the marvelous!" he quickly interrupted mo. "I reached there tho day after, when the commandant was examining tho elder. 'Did you not all see if, you blockheads?' 'Wo did, your highness.'

DEAL PEANUT BRiTTLE.

The Trading Venture of si Youthful Member of tho Gratehur Iy. When they puc tho prico of peanut brittle down to 12 cents a pound in tho big stores, Maude Gratebar, tho oldest of the Gratebar children, had an idea. Peanut brittle costs 20 cents a pound in tho grocery stores and confectionery is tores up around where tho Gratebars live. Maude's idea was to take some of her money—she is thrifty and always has a little money—and buy peanut brittie at ono of the big stores at 12 cents and job it out to the children at 20. Sho thought that she could rely 011 tho trade of tho Gratebar household, where she was well known, and tho sequel showed that her confidence was not misplaced. I Maiulo bought three pounds of peanut brittle at 12 cents a pound, 3(5 cents I carfare added, 10 cents to"il investment, 40 cents. Sold at 0 cents a pound this would manifestly bring in

GO cents, so that Maude expected to make 14 cents 011 the deal. Trado opened very briskly. Philip and Georgo and Clara, the other Gratebar children, transferred their entire trade in peanut brittle to the home store. Maude sold in I any quantity asked for—a single penny's worth, if desired. This made it handy for George and Clara, the I younger children, who could run into,, their mother's room and ask for aptnnysf and then scoot into Maude's room and I buy peanut brittle with it.

Maudo used a toy scale and weights that had been given to one of tho chndron as a Christinas present. This was bad. for the v.'eigi^s had never been sealer!, and despite her thrift Maudo is generous, and what between the unsealed weights and her own generosity, whenever the children bought 1 cent's worth she really gave them nearer 2 cents' worih, so that when tho peanut brittle was half gone, and sho should have had iiO cents, she really had only 21. But tins loss might have been retrieved and the dec.l still closed at a profit if Maude had not begun to give credit. Maude know well enough that that wasn't business, but what could sho do when little Clara camo along and said mothor'd gono out, and she wanted a cent's worth of peanut brittle and asked Maudo to trust her for it till mother came. in. Could Maudo refuse to trust her own littlo sister for a cent's worth of peanut brittle? Why, certainly not. Sho let her have it.

At tho end of a week Georgo and Clara had run up a joint account of 10 I cents. Then Maude shut down 011 them absolutely. No more peanut brittle, except for cash and the payment of all back indebtedness. That threw them at onco back upon their mother. Called upon for 10 cents all at once instead of for pennies separately, Mrs. Gratebar investigated. She found tin two younger children in debt to Maude, and

Maude herself uncomfortable over tho situation. Philip had bought 10 cents' worth of brittle, so that tho total cash receipts had been 151 cents But even counting what tho little children owed as good there wasn't brittlo enough remaining 011 hand, even if sold for cash and at full price, to make good tho original investment.

Things wero getting complicated, and Mrs. Gratebar acted promptly. She paid tho children's debts, and then at once bought tho entiro remaining stock of brittle and divided it among all the children. Mrs. Gratebar paid 10 cents for this remainder, so that after ail Maude closed out. the deal at a small profit, but it wasn't enough to pay for tho bother, and that would havo been sufficient to defer her from all such ventures in tho future, even if this had not been tho express understanding with which Mrs. Gratebar camo to tho rcs-

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"So I did," answered Arthur In tones of dclisrht. "But did you not know

That some roses uro white?

"A Brother to Glrla." __i

Strolling through the city's streets on a sunny day a merry band of boys and girls issuing from Sunday school, each bearing a picture paper in hand, attracted my attention. Ono among them, a sturdy lad of 6, led by the hand a little tot of 4. Groat pools of water flooded tho crossings. At each ono tho littlo follow lifted his wee charge, and staggering beneath the burden, boro her safely over. Both by instinct and training the American boy early Icarus this lesson of caroand attention to his girl playmates. Perhaps to this wo owe tho fact that the Whole world over American mon are held to bo most chivalrous toward women, tho most unselfish of husbands, the most indulgent of fathers, tho most attentive of brothers and the most dovotod of friends, thus causing tho lot of American women to bo looked upon is enviable by tho women of all other nations.—Homo Quoeii.

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Kevor Kavajrinjf Troops.

LONDON, May —According to advices received here from the Island of Madaeasear fever is ravaging the French troops composing the expeditionary lorco operating against the Hovas.

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WAsiiiMn'o.N, May 22.—Miss Mary A.. Dodge (trail Hamilton) is still alive, at gradually sinking.