Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 14, Number 10, Jasper, Dubois County, 12 April 1872 — Page 2

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C. DO A NE, Tcbiisuer.

Lost and ton ml. bt mattik Tvvii Nnfoy She was stae-linir there in the atdlget, N ir th intni'i opto door, For the N i I In. though McrcJ. wn Rur t. ar f r the poor. A "train of im-lfst'le weette-s. Sli ha I .-'.in in (Iii so other il iy. Ere she left tin1 i aths of pleasantness To walk in the miry .i-. She was loitering there fr evil, She it.- wuii'hiiu the i .i-s r.-by. And lying in wait, like a devil, Some fresh new foul to bay. When the fount of the rolliuK ontun llaj oaash 1 her h ir-lene-I oar. Aud a pMHOMtO I- "..iiu fillol bor foul. As fhe crouched near the door to bear. A loncinjr. intense and eager, A wild niiil Sorot desire. For thuse early days of inn-eneo When tdio at with the village ehoir : In the rustic pharm, where the singers. Were nil so happv, anil your.it, And where she hiui sat. with her lover. And the sacred songs had 5-uiifr. And i-h thought of the sot where the woodbine Cl Unix, d over the rustic orch. And (he rramy path ndown the lar.e. That lod to the litt'c church. Where they had walked together. Humming the old sorg o'er The sweet old sung. N loved, so funs In the dim days of yore. For other song had been ringing Thes-- mmy years in her brain. Bu' r ow the old iweet music FlOOdöd her he.irt again : The grar-d iriuini h.il meloJiei, Of the old and hnpiiy don. Rose in hrr heart and beckoned her To now and better ways. And the Messed words of the Master. She had oh a n ted so oft before. No raus like the coll of Ucaven. "(Josin no more, no more." And a i-.is.-tr-by on the i avement. Through the gaslight's glitniucring glare, Saw a strange new light upon her face. As she knelt a moment there.

palette, I oomnienccu to piint. It was i pleasant tusk I bad si t myself, und I worked nfJIinollj, until the di.iku - gathered so thickly that 1 was oblig. J to Stop. The next day 1 was unuhto to extend my walk in the same direction, so 1 looked forward to my !' MMi on the d ly a ft r with zest that 1 i a i certainly tuner felt for them Indole, ami wlicn the lime rime, slat ted off with u quick step tliat would give me time for loiterin; in MM 1 found the child at the window. She was there and recognized mo, kissing her hand, which pleased me so tuueh that 1 went through my lessons with comp ir.tiively eay mind, and though I missed her as 1 returned, 1 went hick to my pointing with tttth ideas. . the days passed on, the picture gained upon tun so m ich t Im t i deter mined to make it that uch talked and thought of pointing that .should t o sent to the Academy, so 1 worked hard upon it, eing tho chil l wlum-ver I could. It .-eeme l a Utile st l ange to n.e, that

arranged my breakfast for nie, und left tho room, 1 begun to wonder which was riitht. The more 1 wondered, the mure uneasy I grew. It had not seemed strange to me, the night before, tlial. waiting the child so much, -ho should e nie to me; but now in the daylight it began to look rather singular that she should have come at al , nd knowing win) I was, of or bore I lived, and particularly that should come so lat' in tho evening, and in her night-dress. With ihiaking Of it, I grew so anxious that as the time cimo around at which 1 usually saw her, 1 could remain in bed BO longer, but arose, and after die-sing went to her house. When I MUM in wight of it) 1 MW " man earning in a little coffin . My heart sank within mo, and with a shiver 1 hastened on. The door wm open and 1 entered, Bewildered for a moment I st oil still, not knowing which way to turn, then went into tho book room. There lay my (hurling on the hod, still and White, with I few (lowers ill her little hand.

"I !t I win n did she die?'

mv heart now to be I runted out of mv

own keeping.

1 h ive sine." paiute I pictures tint won

praic Irani men, wont, n und critics,

ilia! the World 0 died line, hut none th it came to entirely from nay ho irt or that

Jwtya OOQtlnued I tnuoll it so nearly, ns the painting of th - little child I found always watehing tu the old town whose earnest rye and bright, wee( iralle kept me hoot knowing that the lip were

I ChlOSS, IVter's Hide to ihc tV.thling. Peter would rido to tba .iding -lie would, Su he mounted hiJ ns, and Ins wife, She was to ride bohlad. ii h nottld, " Kor." says Peter, "the can in, sheshould follow, not load tbrou b lifo."

n niibn-LovE. It WM only a Yv.ll chill's face peeping out through some plants that were in the window sead. But it was such a wee. sweet face, such a quaint childlook upon it, that I coold not help it, but with that mmehaftmi Rohemunism incidental to arti-t-, 1 topped hi the street, drew out my sketch-book from my pocket, and began to sketch it. The Fate-: were propitious, for the child kept her position, watching me as if under a charm. With a rapid hand I drew in the surroundings, hut when I came to the sweet child-face, my pencil grew gentle, I touched tenderly the soft rounded lines, the little rings of curly hair, the rat nest, wide-open eyes, I wanted to linger over each lino as it made the likeness more perfect, but I feaied she would move and I would lo?e it all. She was jut the kind of child that you want to take in your arms and cuddle, and talk soft, loving nonsense to, while the earnest eyes gaze at you until you could cry. It was a quiat street in the sleepy old town where I was spending the. summer, and there were not many passersby, so I skttchcd until I had finished my picture as far as vva necessaiy in j

detail ; tuen, in tOrTOW at baring to leave, I turned away. As I went I kissed my hand to the cbfl I, and the returned it in a ouaint littl? way that suited her well. I went on to my lesson, for I was helping out a very slim purse, and lengthening my stay in the pl-a-ant country town, where I i.a l come to recruit my health and paint from nature, by teaching the noble art of drawing to a class of young ladies, who had not among them the capacity of an ordinary dny-hone. However, as they wanted to learn, I wanted to teach them, and so spent a portion of my precious lime every few days, trying to explain to them that the top of a tumbler was not square, and did not have four corners, and that books lay flat OO a table, and did not usually stand festively on one COMl'T. I had taught before with goo 1 success, but I never had pupils like these, never ! I leaned over them expl lining and correcting their errors, seeing outside the green trees waving in the sunshine, making deep, dark ohadowa within themselves, and light flickering, dancing shadows on the grass beneath them, saw cloud and sunshine chasing each other over the mountain's side, knowhm

nil the thousand and one beautiful effects the gn at painter Light was making on his wide canvas of nature, whilo 1 had to stay cooped up in this small room, losing the outside glories, while I tried to teach girls what was impossible for them. But reflecting that each one of these lessons enabled me to stay a few days longer in this country place I bad so longed for, kept me from telling them, as I was sorely tempted to do, that no earthly consideration would induce me ever to give them another lesson. That would have been a pioud and happy moment to me, but fate was stern, and I could not aflbrd to indulge in it. It was particularly difficult to endure them after I had been sketching that lovely, old-fashioned child, and it was only by the force of conscience that I

retrained from taking a pencil and doing their work instead of showing them how. At last the lesson was over, and I was turned loose upon the beautiful world, flooded by the golden nftemoon sunshine. Hoping again to see the little child who had so unconciously won her way to my heart, I went home through the same street. liut she was not there, nnd did not appear, though I walked up and down unlil I was ashamed of myself. Ha tried in the actunl sight I longed for. I went to my room rejoicing in the knowledge that I had a charm that Would hring her back to me almost as vividly as her first nppearnnee had heen. I took out a canvas as soon as I rasch ed my little HMOtttM, and though twilight WM appro;. f iling, tpfMdittg my

the only sign of life I should see ahmt the hoUM was the child at the window, and that she should so often be there, evidently watching. One day, having to give my lesson earlier than usual, 1 found that she w;,s still at the window when l went home, so 1 quietly altered my BOUM that I might sec her twice a day in.-toud of once, 1 had come to have quite a feeling of mystery about my child-love, that I would not break in any way, by askinn

I cried, una

keep the tears from my eyes oi

lier name or anvthing about her. All 1

knew 1 wanted to come t; me through her, and 1 knew no one in the town to whom I would care to mention such a pleasant) foolish little affection. 1 had no kith or kin in the world n ar enough to care for me, and had grown up among grown p ople, without the sweet inilueBOM OT childish voices and baby touches, so that I niiss d them out of my life. The more that my artlife grew upon me, the more I wanted children about me, and filled my sketchbooks with them. This little one had a look that reminded nierf my only sis

ter, who Lad died just when she was leaving her childhood behind her, and who now see met! to live again. Once or twice, ptating the house earlier than usual. 1 found my little friend outside, and slipping her tinv hand in mine. he would walk along by my side a little way, then turn back. She was as content to ask no questions as I was, and so our friendship progressed. Sometimes in pissing I put a little bunch of flowers on the window for her i some

times she would slip n clover blossom or a daisy in my hand. Our advances on each tide were coy and reserved, for she never spoke, and when I spoke to her she answered with a little nod. One day she had placed in the window-panes her letter-cat ds, with pictures on them, three or four in each pane, as high as she could reach. As 1 pa--, i. there was the dear little face as usual peeping through the flowers, and she

pointed to the cards in a grave, amused way that was irresistibly entertaining. That night I drew a little picture for

her, and put it on the window the next day. Ify painting was almost done, and it was hard to tell which of the two 1 loved the best, the child or the picture, when I was taken sick, and had to s;V in my bed for three or four dftff. My thoughts dwelt particularly on the little one, and I missed her more and more. My landlady was very kind and attentive to me, but it was the kindness of charity, not of love, and I felt very lonely. I wanted my little friend, and fended that if her soft fingers could touch my hot, aching head, it would cure me. At last, as I lay alone the fourth night, in the eaily twilight, my door

partially open, so that my landlady could hear me if I called, I was startled at seeing a little white figure come softly into my room, and up to the side of my bed. I looked in surprise for a few mo ments, then recognized my little friend. " Why, my dariing!" I said to her, in a low voice, lest my landlady should think I called, and come in and interrupt uo. " Hid you know how much I wanted you that you came to me ? Bless

your dear heart for tho thought 1" She climbed on the bod, and slipped her soft little hand in mine, as she was wont to do. She did not speak, but I thought nothing of thai. I watched her silently, presently noticing that she had on a night-dress. I did not speak of it, for her dear fingers were stroking

my nair, arm there was falling over me a delicious sleep, the first that had touched my eyelids since I had been sick, anrt I could not hear to break il, so I just watched her clear eyes which were looking down at ine, and let the rest overpower my senses. When I awoke it was far on in the night, and the moon was shining brightly in my room. As I lay watching it, I felt the same quiet that the little onu s presence had given me, and soon turned over and fell asleep. When I again awoke it was broad daylight, and my landlady was standing

Dy tne uea with my breakfast-tray. " You have had a good long sleep." she said, " and look almo-t well again." "Yes," I answered, "my little friend put mc to sleep soon after she came in. When did she go?" "Who go?'' she asked in astonishment. " The little chiid that came to see me last night." "Law! no one came to see you last night; you were feverish, and out of

your head. But it is cooler now," and she laid her hand on my forehead. 1 shrank back as the fingers came down so heatily, and unlike the gentle touches that had lad been there. I mde no answer to her assertion that no Me had come in, hut when she had

bio to

voice. A gentleman, whom I bad not seen, sitting on the other side of the bed, lifted up hi- haggard face, with a desolate, hnart-broken look, answered me, hardly showing any surpriae al my question : " Last night, at tw ilight." That, then, was the way she had come to see tno ; and unable to stand any longer, 1 dropped in the chair and watched herwftn solemn eyes. Presently the gentleman again lifted up his head from the pillow she lay on, and looking at me, asked : 'Are you the new friend she told me of, of whom she seemed so fond f" 1 nodded My head; ami presently, when I could speak without crying, told him of how our friendship bad commenced; how, w hile painting her picture and seeing her so often, I had growti to lovelier as if she had 1 n my OWn !l cell and blood how, the night before, wanting to see ln r so much, she had coin o

me in the twilight, and, sitting on my bed, silently put me to sleep with h ;' little fingers and wise eyes. He burst into tears as I told him, and sai I : "My darling little angel! Ererthins L . J- J l ' .1 , ,

sue uiu as uone sueniiy; sue nas never spoken." Then he told me how she had, a short time before she died, signed to him to give her the little picture of the ChristChild I had painted for her; and after kissing it, and making bun kiss it, she had died with it in her hand. He showed DM how sh,. told him of me, by taking her place at the window and then imitating everything 1 had done, ending by kissing her hand. That

he kept for a sign for me, and in that way k pt him informed of the progress of our Friendship If a day passed without her seeing me, she would tell him by kissing her hand and shaking her head mournfully,

" II u'r mighty . onrvnlsnt, lhoti

1115 dssr.

.A llll OrolM r mul SMir. mi I

Ton hold by tho tail while I In Id by the par. And foil ride t. tat kirk in tim never fosr, It tee wiaa and Iks woatbor allow."

The wind and tlio weather were not to he plant od. But the nss had adopted 'ho whim Tlint two nt time wa n lo.nl never frutucl Fur the l;u-k pi o:ic ass, ntid M seemed quite BOIMMBSd That two should stlsk fast upon him. "Come Dobbin, "says I'etvr, " I'm thinking we'll trot." "I'm thinking we won't," Ion the ass In langaMN ofeondoet, and ituok to the spot An it he had sworn he would so mer be shut Than lift up a too frutu tho (TOO.

Fondjrn Notes. Mh. QtoDSTovE is famous for his !.,

'her Knglish

vi Illing ii .,

walks, ahd, like many men, thinks Utile of Ö

desti iiin teat of ten miles, or von twentr on occasions. "

mploys thirty wArkn,,.,.

m a i t . w - ij

uiaiiui icinritig kindling wood Ii.

iiy ilium-: sing thctn in ,-,

I he sales o (h,. fir,,,

in

in

aniotnu

A Paris firm

in

corn-cob ami (nr.

10 140,000 annually

Luvt. Ien. m BeawiifiTs, fhe ;,.,. man ambassador al the Austrian Conn is matrim'MMally engaged to a daughter of the 1 n. .lohn day, the American Minuten, a Austria, It is said in one ohitusrv noiv of M. Conti, Louis Napoleon's Cabinet Chief that "he bad the eourage to write poetry without being forced to do so, and mod est HifBotenwy intrepid not to publish Tin: Baroness Bttrdett Uoutta, who b always engaged in MOM deed of obarity has again commenced to erect bousei for the poor of London, ns well as large drinking-foutitain in Edinburgh, Scotland. A Havana letter states that at the ban. met given by the Captain General to Alexis, the only toast was that by the Grand Duke, wdio, rising and bowlftg to Admiral Lep, gave, " Th- United States forever." At a recent Florentine ball a whitearmed demouelle wm able n disiMtiü

with all oorerina over the siionid,.. .

her cunning dress-mak. r had o fooh.

ioned the waist that it did not need sun.

port from above.

Ofrmaw has the honor of owning

nine executioners whose i: ' ,. m

iceeda ten thoueend ! , -. The

i v- m oo pain r,y n,o I i .v. I iiiiioiil

ti l' . .

i . Meaning a criminal is nxed at hundred doll irs.

r

one

s.ll.l

darling' h.

hoar from a man. to love, and now the time she was

"She a my only with n s, ,, pitiful tö " All 1 had on earth she is gone! Since

1 j L .1 ... i . ,

I km ii. ai j i nor inomer, aying, put ner in my arms. I havo never left her for a day. and now she has left me forever. Whenever 1 went out -h. stood at the window

Says I'etrr, says he, " I'll whip

i ry it. my dear, s lys -lie. Hut he might ju?t as well have whipped a brass kettle, Th ii. - was made !' su. :; ..b-tinate mittle Thai tiover a stci moved he. 'I'll prick him, my dear, with n needle," ?nid fhe.

I m thinking he'll alter his mind "

went his heels j he's beginning to

The a-s felt the needle Hnd up " I'm thinking," says l'cter.

feel

Some notion of moving behind.

back, never

and left

wat lung for tno when I MUM then, cuddling in my arm-,

me. His voice broke down, and for a few momenta there was no sound in the room mve his low .-..bs. i wanted to . imfort the poor rather mourning for his met darling; out 1 did nt know w hat oomfbrt to give, for l was too much grieved myself to give consolation to another. After a while he wont on talking to DM about the child, seeming to find more relief in that than anvthiuc ehe. He

tol l me how anxiously he had watched for her first words when she was old enough to talk, and watched in vain, for gradually the conviction came upon him that his little daughter was speechless, and he loved her if possible more tenderly than before. She made up in loving ways and tender little actions fop tho abaeUM of words, nnd at last he came not to miss them. They had live! in the same place since she was six months old, with her old nurse, who took care of both of them. They had few ac.uaintances, for the child seemed to shun strangers, and he Im ' I n Mthtflnd to live with his hooks and his darling, for they had been all in all to each other. I went l.a. k to my roomafter my long

visit to tne poor hercaveu lather, feeling

unit tne awisnine nni gone out 01 mv lifo, for the death of the little child had showed me how she was woven into my heart. Entering into my room, the first thing that greet-- I DM was the picture of her on my easel, and with a thrill of joy I felt one of the great blessings of my art. The picture was like her, and feeling itK value myself, 1 knew it would also be precious to her father; so, unable to part with it, I determined to make him a copy of his darling as nko had daily Waited for his return. It wns some little relief to my forrow, painting this picture, and I worked at it diligently nil the time I was not at her

hOUM it rested mo to nit. by her mid watch the calm sleep in which little dumb lips had found speech. I went with her father ami the

nurse when we carried her to her restingplace among the flower rIic bo much loved, nnd then I went back to my picture with a little lock of her hnir, my only outward i-ign of her. When in a ew dnys the painting was done, I rried it to her father, and found double gratification in tho pleasure it givo him. Then, my work in the old town being over, I went hack to my city studio, carry ing wil h me, as tokens

- V3)ik;-; .

"Now lend me the needle and I'll priek hi. ear. And set t'.ehcr end, too, agoing." The a?? felt the needle and upward he reared ; But kieking arid rearing was all, it appeared. He'd any intention (if doing.

' We get n rather low ;

Says Peter. Fays he While one end grnund : But I'm thinking

know : Let's prick head and tail together, nnd fo (live tho creature a start nil around."

up, t other sticks to the method to move him I

bed the old

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all' 'V

So said. o done; nil hand were at work, And the ass be did alter his mind. For he started away with - Midden n jerk That in less than a trice ho nrrived at the kirk , But he left all his lading behind.

of my child-love, thf ring of

curly,

.sunny hair and the picture, too near to

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Twentv Canadians are al Raleigh, N. C, for the purpose of purchasing farm".

Madame BmMM Da& Civ, a fam- ua

sur-'.-m of Austria. havir' m-rform..,)

150 successful operations in tin; otv

Hospital at Trieste, was rewarded bv

the municipal authorities with a letter

of thanks and purse of gold. One of the participants in the cl. brat on at London of the anniversary of Tom Paine'a birthday was an old book-s.-ller named Truelove. who WM frequently fined and imprisoned in other days for selling the M Age of ReMOn." A Japanese woman, whose lover is faithless rises at 2 o'clock in the morning and drives a nail into a sacred tree.

vowing that when her lover dies aha will pull it out. She believes that the tod, to save his tree, will sli ike her lover dead. Cot'NT Mt rat. who has just been exnetted from France, is a descendant of Napoleon's famous Marshal, and was MVernl years engaged in diplomatic duties, lie was filteen years in the I lorpa Lcgislatif, and was. present at the cornation of Alexander II., of Russia, which he described in print. Is BaUeburv, England, there is an eccentric gentleman named John Bull, wdio insists upon wearing a dress in the fashion in the time of King Alfred, and when recently charged with indecent dr ssing, quoted in his defense a statute of that monarch, which saga that "any dress that covers the body from the neck to below tho knee cannot be indec nt." The gigantic elephant ahot by the Iuko of Edinburgh, at the Cane of

Good Hope, has been ituffed and placed in the South Kensington Museum. Tho bend of this monarch of the desert weighs one ton, and thirty to torty ni.-n were required to place it for the photo grapher to take its likeness. It is probably the largest spoitmg trophy in existence. A curious set of chrssmen has been made by a Munich sculptor. The rival Kings assume the shapes of the Kmperora William and Napoleon, the officers one side being statuettes of the Empress Augusta, Prince Frits. Bis

marck, Moltke, etc., and on the other the Empress Eugenie, Thiers, (lambetta, and the successive leaders of the French nation. Among the pawns Uhlans and rhnraux lexers are pitted against Turcos and gardes moWet. L.vnv Cuari.es Kerr, daughter of the Duchess of Roxburghe, while recently following the hounds near Eangley Marsh, met with an accident which may have since proved fatal. Her horse stumbled at the first fence a mill crumbling bank which gave way under him, and she lost her seat. As she lay on the ground, the animnl, recovering itself, struck her on the side of tho head with his forefoot, completely severing the ear and oiusinga fearful concussion of the brain.

A Disconsolate Husband. The wife of Mr. Stringer, who lives near Gainesville, Ga., and who was formerly a Senator in the State Legislature, died some weeks since. In six las after her decease, Mr. Stringer married his second wife. It appears, however, that their connubial felicity was not calculated to he of permanent duration. As an interesting denouement to their little comedy of married life he chastised her. She left him, and took refuge in her father's home. Since that mournful event Mr. Stringer has been apparently disconsolate. Immediately in front of his house, on the road side, he has nailed on each of two trees a plank, threo by one foot in dimensions, on which he has inscribed in bold letters, with charcoal, these words : " Come home : " "Come home, my dear wife.'' There is a similar placard on his house, bearing the same inscription: "Come home, my dear wife!" Atlanta tSun. London is known to have existed as

a town more than two inoUMtta years ago.