Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 14, Number 9, Jasper, Dubois County, 5 April 1872 — Page 2

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given to his aire, und for whom there ! pee ted you'd bring up, when you used

Dreamland Graves. Drtnmlnn.i liw clone t every soul. liilior will ope at lighte.! 04l. Ami tl: u -.-' t fly la nnut HkeMNs. And build tftsjf ftSSftt on every knoll. En -Ii flyinc th ncht wi'l rear its brood. Ban dreamy hi ye will build it uot. .Andojver ttitli its lutnv bre.mt Sweit fingers who Martifhl elude. F"'. oh the gr:ivr in dn-imUnd found Tiie buried iUn the hiipes po chilled : The eilod-up tomb with find hup filled: The turf IMfM up ou greenest uiound ! Some dream-grave shine with soft sward bright. True love still watehei o'er its dead. Spring roses blossom at the head. And rainbow sunsets drop the light . Some dig their graves, and proud and chill From youth's dear dreams turn with a sneer; You never front them know how dear Were (be soft hopes that time doth kill. There tender mourners wonder long And grieve for what they never hud : There elide the ghosts of heroes el'. There Ruiselts.4 chants the poet's song There hide the books that ne'er were writ. There, buried in the dreamland mould. Rust eats the marble statue cold. That never sculptor's tools shall fit. There little craves of childish hops Lie close to great arcophagi. Where giant plans must buried lie. And ueiiher more in dreamland grope. Thus dreamland t so full of graves. You scarce can find a spot to place

A rootfttpi or your pnths detnee

that :

tome hallowed turt

memory craves.

Oh cemetery of dead dreams. The vastest graveyard earth can show : Your boundaries no man can know Till heaven's revealing glory streams. We then shall reap what now we sow : N'o longer wrapt in ilecce dumb. Your resurrection then 'hall come With Esster morning's golden glow.

A BAND OF HOPE. CHATTER I. Tiie town clock pealed the hour of nine, on the list night of the old year. The clouds which had all day hung heavy and gloomy were now silently Adling into bit-, covering the earth with a mantle of purity. In the upper part of the town, there was silence in deserted streets, forall were within enjoying comfortable homes, and bright firesides; but down alongside theblaek and turbid river where, in rows of dingy houses, dwelt many wretched and comfortless poor, the streets were neither quiet nor dark, at the corner of every Hock there stood a beer saloon with its arch of jewelle 1 lights sparkling in the gloom of the street while the gay music

trom within attracted many a passer by, made him pause, enter, there to empty his pockets : and craze his brain with the poison that kills both body and soul. In front of one of these places of attrae tive misery, the full glare of the light shining on their rags, and pinched, wan faces, stood three children listening to the sounds of revelry and merriment within, and casting anxious glances, as the door swings to and fro. 44 1 do wish father would come," said Kassy, the oldest, a delicate girl of fifteen, as t-he drew the thin, old shawl around her own and her sister's shivering form ; u if he only knew how much mother wants him.'' " I don't wonder he likes to stay in there, where it is warm and light and nice," stid .Sylvia; "at home it's so dark and cold ; and mother cries so much. What makes her cry, Kas.-y?" '' I know,'' said Theo, shaking his fist at the door j " it's because father comes here and gets drunk. and leaves us with nothing to eat, and then he's cross, and strikes us, and scolds mother. It's too bid ! When I'm a man I'll kill all the mm who make liquor, so I will !'' 'Hush!' said Ka.-y, as the angry

little voire was broken by a sob; " you mu-t not talk of killing. What if the police should hear you ! Come up on the door step and I'll wrap my dress around you nice and warm he'll not be long now." u Did father use to drink ?" asked Sylvia, when they were nestled together in the shadow of a doorway. 44 Oh no," Kassy answered cheerfully. 44 I remember when he was so nice, and good, and strong, as he could be, and our home was beautiful, and mother would laugh and sing all day long; it's very different now ?" "I suppose he'll go on getting drunk always and always," said Theo from his corner. "We'll hope not ; if he'd only sign the pledge I think it would cure him," said Kassy. "There he comes, now ; I must help him home ; you keep clone behind he'd be angry if he should ee you." Up the long street where the gloom seemed to press quickly upon the glare of the gas lights, Kassy led her father

homeward, while the children frightened and shivering, closely followed. Olten and often had this faithful daughter been iike a guardian angel to her father's staggering feet, when but for her he might have perished by the way. Once he had been a strong, upright man, with firm step and steady hand. Kassy remembered his better days, but the younger children only knew him as he was now, with feeble gait, shaking hands, and blood-shot eyes, a poor, pitiful wreck, that I think the angels could hardly have reached in the depth of degradation to which ho had flunk. I am ture that no one but, an angel could have reached him. An old tradition which tells how the angels fell from Paradise, Bays that "the thread that first drew them was as thin as a cobweb, but they did not resist it, and it grow ns strong as a cable." So it was with .Joseph Burd; he had not resisted the cobweb, and now the cable bound him hand and foot, and he had no power to rise again. His children formed the last link that bound him to God and his fellow men. In his sober moments he took great delitrht and

still glimmered sp.n ks of a flection in t he he.rt that was nearly dead to all other feelings. His wife, feeble and delicate in health, had well nio.h sunk under the burden of trouble and suffering that he had brought upon her. It was a sad, sad reality of the bright dicam they had pictured of their married life, when he had brought her a happy bride to the home that was 1 1 1 n a nice house in a pleasant part of the town ; new stores, saloons ami factories hail sprung up around it, and time and neglect had wrought sad changes; the decaying clapboards had long been guiltless Of

paint; shattered windows, rieketty steps and broken fences told the lad

story all teo plainly. Inside, the fund ture, except for one or two rooms, had been sold piece by piece, to buy the poison that was bringing them all surely to ruin. All the next day after the children had got him safely home, Joseph Burd lay prostrate on his bed unable to stir. The pains of rheumatism were racking his joints, his head was throbbing, and his brain was clouded. The black bott'e which lay beside him had been drained, and at nightfall, the time he was accustomed to seek the saloon, he longed with unutterable craving for iust one

dram ; he pictured the warmth and light of the brilliant gin palace, only a block away, and compared it to the dreariness of his home. With the darkness came a cold, thick fog from the river, which penetrated the dilapidated house, and wrapped freezingly around him. On the hearth, before a small, open fire made from bits of wood and coal which Theo gathered along the wharf, sat his two youngest children the boy and the babv Lena, the darling

of the flock, a sunny-haired, affectionate child of four. His wife, with Kassy and and Sylvia, had gom; to carry home some work. On a light stand near his bedside stood a small fluid lamp, dimly burning and beside it his si-ppcr, which rem lined untouched. He tried to shake off the terrible thirst, the intense desire for drink which possessed his soul for there was not a penny in the house, nor. as he looked round to see, a thing worth pawning. The terrible pains all over, and the awful longing, drove him almost to frenzy ; he felt that he should perish if he could not have just one glass to warm and comfort him. "Theo,'' said he in a whining tone, as he watched the children edehing to- i gether and stretching forth their hands to the pleasant blaze, "Theo, can't vou

go round to the shop and get me some brandy ? I'm dreadful sick, and I must have some rieht a.vav : tell 'em I'm

sick and they must "trust me till tomorrow." "Let me bring the doctor, father, if you feel so bad," said Theo. " I've no money townste on doctors it is brandy I want, I tell ye ; come, start 1" and between a groan and a whisper he sank back upon the pillow, and saw with relief his son disappear with the bottle. Hundreds of little children in Christian countries are daily

sent on this sad errand. but never before had Joseph Burd sent one of his to a rumseller's ; but pride and self-respect were fast being swallowed up by dreadful desire. Out in the thick and murky darkness through which the gas-lamps shone ghastly and dim, went Theo, with a burning sense of hate and rMBi

swelling his little heart. He longed to dash the ugly bottle on the pavement and run away, but he dared not, and thinking of Lena, he hastened on. The MloOM were full, and it was a long time before he could get attention or secure anything on trust. Meanwhile, Lena, li ft to herself, came up with her childish prattle to her lather's side i and had he not been crazed with liquor, he would have welcomed her with a kiss, but filled with the devil, an angel's presence was hateful to him, and after ordering her away without effect, he struck her a blow across her sunny face tind golden curls, at the same instant bringing his hand back he knocked the

little lamp and dashed it in pieces on the floor, spilling the fluid, which at once blazed up and wrapped poor baby, who had been felled by the blow, in flames. In an agony of terror he struggled to save her, but his hands shook, and his limbs were powerless ; his brain was bewildered ami refused to dictate his movements. For an instant his

baby stretched her imploring hands with cries for help; he bent over with the vague idea that he must do something, but stumbled in the attempt and fell prostrate on the floor. Lena's cries and moans grew faint on his deafening ear. and soon he was lost in blank unconsciousness. He was aroused by shrieks and cries of terror and raising his head he saw Theo bending over the charred and lifele3 body of Lena ; the fire had spent itself upon her and left, oh, such a pitiful wreck I "You have killed her! you have

killed her ! Oh. father, how could you? the poor baby! What shall we do? what shall we do?" and the boy wrung his lianas, and moaned, and sobbed. The father caring for nothing but oblivion, grasped the bottle that had slipped to the floor. The intolerable agony of his spirit gave him a little strength ; he crawled on his hands and knees out through the slime and filth of the alley, and under cover of the murky darkness crept, into a neighboring shed and hid beneath a friendly pile of straw, where he sank intoadeep sleep, that, bringing angony of dreams and deliiiuiu, lasted till late the next day.

to take a dram a day, and scorned the idea of ever being u common drunkard.

l 00 rt MM than that now. You ve killed your baby, driven your wife raving crazy, and made your children beggars tint's what drink has done for you. Oh, I'd like to find out the man who supplied you with this devil! I'd make him buzz ! 1 consider him just

one step nearer the evil one than you

are. lie s one of the devil a licensed

agents, and he's bought you pretty

cheap, 1 tell ye

" I'll never touch another cursed drop, so help me Uod," he murmured with a feeble effort at prayer, but with

a sieKt iiuig iiiougiu o; too uesoiauon

at home, he cr.ed : u Is it all true that

you have said, Miss Miggs? Did 1

really kill Lena? It seems like a horrid

dream, I have so many of them." u It's no dream, I can tell ve. All

night and all day your poor wife was raving mail, and now they've taken her

away to the Ketreat. I ve just put Lena in her coffin, and the other ones are nU alone. Oh, it's horrible to think what you have done." Mr. Burd groaned. " There's no use for me to try, then ; I'd better be dead;

they never will want to see me again. I can jump into the river and the tide will carry me far out to sea." " Now don't you go to talking about commuting suicide you've got sins enough to answer for already. Live and re:orru, I say, and save your soul while you've got a cuanee," und taking his arm Miss Miggs led him into her little cottage, made him a cup of strong coffee, bade him bathe his bloated face and throbbing head, and left him to rest to try to sleep. But there was no rest. Memory was stirred ; he thought of his lonely, wretched children, and longed to see them once more, to tell them he was sorry, and was going to free them forever from the curse of his sight. Then the awful thirst grew strong again, and from his heart he cried like Dives, "Oh for a drop to cool my parched tonge ! for I am tormented in this flame." Yes, that was his con

dition, and rising, he crept silently out into the street. The darkness was last gathering. He would go round past his home, and see what was likely to become of his little ones. With slow and feeble step he at last reached the curtainless window and looked in. There was Kassv, on the hearth before the

fire, with Theo and Sylvia ne.-tied beside

her. I he fire-light danced on their

sail, wan faces, and gave them a strange,

ghastly look. He turned away with sickening heart and passed into the other r.om across the entry. There the moon looked in too, with a clear, calm light, and Joseph Burd saw a tiny pine coffin, and Lena lying peaceably in it a. if sleeping. The folds of muslin hid the dreadful scar on neck and chest, and the lire had spared her sweet face and golden hair. Her thin, white hands were lolded, and on one of the tiny lingers showed a small gold rimr. He

remembered when it was given to her, and how pleased she w;:s ; but she would not .ant it any more, and it would bring him what he so terribly craved a glass of brandy. He tfallfflk at first from robbing his dead child, but that soon passed away with the desire that was stronger than love or honor. He crept silently into the room, drew the ring off the little dra I finger, and hurried with it to the pawnbroker's.

Now he could drink deep draughts, and it would be easier to plnuge into the cold, black waters. Making no effort to resist the overpowering temptation, he did not leave the bright counter till his money was all gone, and then sank down beside the stove in elrunken stupor. As the clock tolled the midnight hour he was aroused by a shout from the rumsellcr, who bade him begone. He crawled out anei down the steps, and moved toward the river. It was slow work, staggering or creeping along the filthy street, and he had to pause frequently to rest. At last, when he had almost reached the wharf, his foot slipped, and he went sprawling into the gutter, when a watchman, attracted by his groans, rescued and sent him to

the police station

CHAPTER II. Miss Miggs, the owner of the shed where the wretched man hail crawled for refuge, was hunting for eggs the next day, when she espied her lodger, and, by a severe pounding and shaking, succeeded in bringing him back to the world he, so longed to leave. "Ah. I know von." she cried, "and I

pride in these dear ones whom God had I ain't surprised ; this is just where I ex-

CHAPTER III. The next day he was sentenced, in

default of bail, to a month's imprisonment for drunkenness. The first four

days ere passed in his cell in dreary lethargy of body and soul, void of re

morse or feeling of any kind, except

the thirst which gradually grew less intolerable, as no liquor was given him. When the cloud ot drunkness wore away, thought and memory grew clear. His past life lay before him with all the dreadful experiences. He saw that rum had been the cause of his wreck and ruin. " I was possessed with the devil," he groaned. " Would that they had locked me up in a mad house before I wrought such desolation." Once he had been beloved, useful and happy, but yielding little by little, the demon had at lust

full possession of his soul. Now all was lost his family, his honor, self-respect and confidence ; nothing remained but remorse, grief, and a fense of deep degradation. He cursed strong drink, and the people who Bold it to him. For a long time, broken hearted and cast down in spirit, it seemed to Mr. Burd that he could never rise above his miserable condition, but at last thoughts of his children filled his mind, and the desire to redeem what he had lost in their sight possessed him. The arousing of love and self-respect in his heart was a dawn of light, whicn grew stronger ami stronger. There was no dtink to quench Uta tiny sparkle of hope that had been lorn, and so it lived and grew ; and when the day of release came he felt strong enough to take up his life uid "battle for the right." W.th this resolve he went at once to his old hme; but strangers responded to his knock. The house, heavily mortgaged, had been sold and in Miss Migg's poor cottage he found his children.

" Oh, father, father, what did become of you?" cried Kassy, leading him joy fully in : " we thought you were drowned. "I thought he hadn't died," said Sylvia; "I knew he would come back, and he looks weller, too." " You'vo come buck to be good, havn't you, father?'' asked Theo; "it will We real nico if you are good, cause Miss Miggs is to kind, mother is getting

well. Kassy has been to see her, and she says so, too." 44 Yes, Theo, I've come back to be good. I think God would have let me drown in the river if he hadn't meant that I should be a Mod man yet." 44 Praise the Lord !" ejaculated Miss Miggs, who appeared in tiino to h ar the last sentence : "if He hasn't given us back Joseph Burd, clothed and in his right mind. Yes, yes, neighbor, I feel it in my bones that you have pulled through and will make a strong man yet ; but you will have fierce temptations." 44 I know it," was the reply, " and I trembled to think of it. I wish I could go away somewhere and get something to do, where I should be less tempted." 44 The very thing you ought to do. Why not goout in the country ? There's Mr. Drayton wants some one right away to take charge of his farm while ho goes a sea voyage for his health the very thing for you." 44 1 don't suppose he would take any one with such ft poor reputation as 1

have, though 1 used to be u good

tanner.

" There'll be no harm in trying, and

1 11 run light over anil see; lies stop ping with his daughter, vou know, Mrs

Cline." And the good-hearted, ener

getic neighbor, hastily throwing a shawl on her head, departed on her charitable

errand.

" Father," said Kassy, when they were

left alone in the flickering firelight,

"why did vou not let us know where

you were all theo dreary weeks?

"Mv child 1 was in hell the greater

part of the time ; for purely no disem

bodied spirit doomed to the horrors of

remorse could sutler more than I did, in body and mind. But tell me, how is

your mother did I ruin her too?' " I hope not; she is better now; Ml quite rational when I was to see her yesterday. When I tell her you are alive and doing so well, she will almost be well, too." " If I could only give her back Lena I" he groaned. 41 Don't talk about it father; she is happy with the angels, and is better off; you know there would have been so many sorrows for her if she had staid on the earth." 44 But 'twas I killed her; that I never, never can forget. And did you know Kassy, I took her little gold ring oil her finger and sold it for rum?'' "Oh, father, how could you?" cried Kassy horrified ; " we mi-sed it and

thought some thief had stolen it away. I did not think vou could have taken it, father." 44 You did not know then, how low

the devil could sink one, with his bateful servant rum ; but it is true; there is nothing too contemptible for ft man to do when under its inlluence." " Whore is the ring, father?" asked Kassy, alter a pause. "Couldn't I get it back? ' " It may be at the pawn-shop ; we will see to-moirow. If I had it for ft talisman it might help me to keep my pledge. I do not think I ould ever sink so low as to sell it for dunk again." With the few rlollars she had saved, Kassy succeeded the next day in redeeming the little ring and her father's silver watch. Returning she threw the silken cord round her father's neck, and fastening the ring tightly to it, said: 44 There, father, is your talisman. Call it your 4 Band of Hope,' so that when you a.e tempted it will remind you of what you hope to be anil what we hope you'll be." " My band of hope is my children," he said, with grateful tears in his eyes ;

though this little ring will ever remind

me that tis a broken band. ' Mrs. Miggs evidently said some good things for her neighbor, for she suc

ceeded in securing the desirid position, and it was soon arranged that they

should start at once for the scene of his

new labors.

The sympathy and encouragement of

his wife, who was nearly convalescent,

gave him renewed strength and hope

He felt for her sake, with God's help, he could and would win the victory lor

himself.

Brazil and Paraguay. Front tin' llueno Ay res Standard, Jan. 30.

The most exciting topic in native circles for the past week has been the

treaty supposed to have been concluded a fortnight ago at Asuncion between the Brazilian Plenipotentiary and the Paraguayan Government, by which Brazil obtains a protectorate of that Republic for ten years, and the cession of all the disputed territ ry between the Rio Apa and Rio Blanco, say 16,000 square miles, besides formal recognition of the cost of the war to Brazil (72,(MK),O0O). There is reason to believe that the treaty is not yet signed, but tho Buenos Ay res paper have declared it tantamount to ft rupture of the Triple Alliance, and even debate whether it should not be made a casus belli. Tho Triple Alliance of 1865 cnpressly prohibits any of the Allies from making peace with Lopez without the consent of tho others, but says nothing about treaties after the war should bo over, and as the Allies signed a peace arrangement with Paraguay in IM0, the Br. zalians allege that they are fully

justified in settling the frontier ques

tion with Paraguay independent of any interference from or with the Argentines. Honev-iieks are winged merchants they cell their honey.

A Dungcro'jB Bridge. A Poughkoepsie correspondent of the New York Sun denies the telegraph re port of the opening of the Hudson river and says : At Tivoli the crossing to Sauger ties is extremely dangerous, and passengers aro charged one dollar apiece. There are four boats in use. Into these the passengers are seated, when four men station themselves at each boat and slide them over the ico toward Saugerties. Now and the i tho shovers break through the ice and slip up to their necks, but they never for a moment let go their hold upon tho gunwales of the boat. An extraordinary escape from drowning occurred there lately. As the boats were about leaving Tivoli a onelegged tramp asked permsssion to go along, but said he had no money. He, however, offered to help to shove, and his offer was accepted. All went well till the middle of the river was reached, when suddenly the tramp broke through the ice and went down out of sight. The greatest excitement ensued among the passengeis and boatmen, and the most frantic efforts were made to rescue the man before ho should float away with the tide under the ice. Several laid down and thrust their arms into the water up to the shoulders. A shout of joy was heard as the arm of one of the men was seized, and the man himself almost drawn into the wafer by the invisible tr imtl who. below

the surface of the wab r, had accidentally struck the arm of his rescuer. While the ice was cracking and bending beneath the weight of those who gathered close to the scene, the poor tramp's head appeared, and as another arm reached out for him he. seized it between his teeth and held on with a death-like tenacity. As quick as possible he was hauled out and laid on the boat, but he h id lost all consciousness. He wus vigorously rolled, and the water shaken out of him, when he revived. He was under the water twenty-five seconds. Glycerine and Nitre-Glycerine. Glycerine is the, sweet principle of oils and fats. It is made by boiling oil with litharge and water until tho ftotds of the oil are converted into lead salts, which are insoluble, while the glycerine remains in solution. Nitroglycerine is prepared by dissolving glycerine in a mixture of equal measures of the strongest nitric and sulphuric acids, previously cooled, and pouring the solution in a thin stream Into a large volume of water. The nitro glycerine is then precipitated as a colorless, heavy oil. If a drop of nitro-glycerine be placed on an anvil and struck sharply, it explodes with ft very loud report ; and if a piece

of Mpa moistened with it be struck it

is blown into small fragments. On the

application ol a flame or I red hot iron

to nitro-glycerine, it burns quietly, and

rhefl heated over ft lamp in tin open air, it explodes but feebly. In a closed

vessel, however, it explodes at about three hundred and sixty degrees Fah

renheit with great violence. It is often ignited like gunpowder under water, by

means of ft wire and a galvanic battery. Twenty Dollars' Worth of Charity. It is terrible to think of the agonies of a woman of cultivation and refinement when suffering under an attaek of that dreadful disease, kleptomania. An instance of heart-rending intensity took place the other day in Boston. An legantly-dressed woman wan detected in the very act of plagiarizing a pair of silk stockings. .She started, turned pale, suddenly conscious of her guilt, and then in the most agonize 1 manner, besought the proprietor to release her, and ottered him a twenty-dollar note for the stockings. The gentleman kindly reasoned with the afflicted woman, and then, taking the price of tho stockings, returned her the change from the twenty-dollar note. The poor woman then disappeared and was heard of no more, although her bank-note was, as it was proved, a well executed counterfeit.

Mothersin-Law Vindicated. There is a mother-in-law in .Limestown, N. Y.,who has triumphantly vindicated that much-abused class of relations. Her son-in-law (Marlow) committed a murderand was arrested. The proof was strong ftgaiMt him, but on his trial this unique mother-in-law (Mrs. Ortman) testified that she caught the murdered man assaulting her daughte (Mrs. M.); that she struck him with a hammer and killed him ; and that her daughter and herself burned up the body. On this testimony the jury disagreed. A new one was empanelled, and a rigid cross examination broke down Mrs. Ortman's ingenious perjury, and proved Marlow's guilt. He is tobe hanged April 20. The case is without a precedent. A man who can inspire his mother-in-law with such affection is a vara avis, too good for hanging. Successful Editors. An English writer says: A good editor, or competent newspaper conductor, is like a general or a poet, born, not made. Exercifo and experience give facility, but the qualification is innate, or it is never manifested. On the London daily papers nil the great historians, novelists, poets, essayists and writers of travels, have been tried and nearly every one has failed. 41 1 can," said the late editor of the London Times, " find any number of men of genius to write for me, but very seldom one man

of common sense." Nearly all success

ful editors are of this description. A

good editor seldom writes much for his

paper; he reads, judges, selects, dictates, alters and combines, snd to do

all this well he has but little time for composition. To write for a paper is

one thing, to edit a paper is another.

It is said you can do up your hair

sweetly with a honey-comb.