Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 18, Number 13, Jasper, Dubois County, 7 April 1876 — Page 2

THE CUVRCU OF THE WOULD.

UT KKIIAUD KCKTOM MILSM. I utotxl one Sunday morning ltefore a larjre chitrvh door; The cornrreifauoo gathered, Auil carriage tcore. From one oulU-pP'M a lady I olt had evn beior? , II r hand wa on a prayer-book. And held a vinaigrette; The of luttn'f r'tltfuiillu Clear on the Ixxik wa M'l, Above the cron Uiere lined A jtolden coronet. 'or her tho oboeouiou bealle The inner door riuujr wide. .Llfhtly, a up a ballroom, er i"ootu-a mrtniHt w ulide; Jlu re tuifht I good thought m her. For all tier evil jnds. tint alt r her a woman lYeiKst wistfully within, On wuone waa faoe. was graven Lite' hardent UiiTipline, The traen of the tail trinity Of wcalne, pain and tin. The few free seat were crowded Whore i!m rould root and pray. With her worn parb eonUiteUst Kaeh kl.if in (air array. "God'a house hold no poor inner," She allied and talked away. Old Heathendom' rast temple Hold men of every state ; The iU-pn uf far lknarea Conuuiiifrta mall and preat; ( The dome el Saint Sophia Confound all human state; The aiole of blonned Peter Are oyvn all the yer; TrirouKiiuul wiU ChrUtian Europe The C tirifU.-iu'i ritfht i clear To ue iiwi'a houM in freedom, Ka-.-h man the oilier' ieer. Save only in that Kojrland Where this disgrace 1 mwKngUnd, where no one erouchca lu tyranny' base awe fcnirland. w here all are ejual lK.'lH.oUi Uw i ut X . Yet there, too, each cathedral Coin! it ample room; .No weary lejrar recti n Wituiii the holy piootu ; No eariiect rtU'lent muring Uet-ido the t&inoua tomb. Wh. hall remove this evil That 'lew-rate our ajo A ..int.l frrvat a ever loom Isi-lir rff: Who to Uii Christian people llt'ctoro Uieir honUjce :' 1arprr't for April. THE BBOKEX 1IEAKT. A Tale Told Over m Coawter. You would think Mrs. Chappell an empress inco'jnil), so majestic is her port, so noble her countenance, so dignified and gracious her demeanor ; yet phe is only a perfumer whom fashion ha converted into a dealer in ladies' hair, and her place of business is a lead- . ing London thoroughfare. There it was, over her own counter, we first met. and that was about live years ago; and many's the chat we have had over that same counter since she questioned me so closely concerning the long soft tress of tine hair I illered for sale that day. She has clear dark eyes, and they seemed to look through mo as she put the question Has this hair been cut from the dead or the living?" . I've no notion of paining my ends by either falsehood or equivocation, so I looked her fearlessly in the face, and answered From the dead.' The hair dropped from Mrs. Chap lull's finders as if there had been con tamination in it. The implication was palpable. I felt my character was at stake. You need not be afraid, madam," said I ; Mary Marbury has been a nurse to the sick mre than twelve years, but she was never known to do a mean or dishonorable action, or he capable of willfully carrying contagion abroad for the sake of gain. The sweet young creature from whose fair head that hair was shorn died from decline, not fever." Mrs. Chappell must have- seen that I was really wounded by her involuntary suspicion, for she replied ajiologetically : Pardon me, but the traffic in hu"vnan hair is attended with considerable risk, and I have known such serious consequences to result from indiscriminate dealings wirh strangers, that " You suspect every one who Li not personally known to you," was my quiet interruption, as I proceeded to fold up the hair, which lay on a glass case, and replace it in my black leather handbag. Scarcely that," said she, smilingly laying her hand on the package I was withdrawing, but in our trade precautions is essential ; and as the very feel of that hair told me it was not shorn during life, I wa bound to put the the juetion I did. Hut it is easy to sec that you do not belong to the common order of nurses; your composed motherly face carries its own guarantee, and therefore, if you ask a reasonable price I am content to le the purchaser." We all have our weak points. It is one of mine to lie what I seem and to seem what I am, and I think that bit of . adroit flattery was like healing salve to my wounded feelings. There was a little chatVering over price after this, but the bargain once completed I drew from a pocket inside my bag threo or four testimonial letters from medical men and their patients whom I had nursed to health. I saw Mrs. Chappell's face change as she read one of these she said, with a sigh: "Ah, yes! Mrs. Coates and I were school-fellows once; but l'ortuno is capricious, nnd the wheel which carried Anne Coates up crushed me down. I was not born behind a shoit-countcr: nor," she added, "if I may be excused ' the observation and have any discernment, did you anticipate your present calling in your young days." This wris true ; hut the recollections -evoked by Mrs. Chappell's perceptive remark seemed to Htiin me. I must have gone white as well as faint, for, with a look of amazed concern, she offered me a bottle of smelling-salts, and,

stepping hastily into the open shop, assisted me to a chair. My handkerchief had fallen to the ground. This she kindly saturated with eau-de-oologue to bathe my temples. I dare say I am a superstitious old fool. A woman of a sensitive nature, however welt educated, is apt to Income so in constant contact with thei sick and dying, and I have a dread amounting to horror of any reference to my young days. I know it bodes calamity. And it's no use arguing that at fifty one ought to be prepared for such contingencies. 1 shut my early memories, as it were, in a dark, deep vault, but if any one suddenly opens the trap-door they come trooping up to overpower and threaten me." This I said wbon tho faintne&t had passed, and I saw that, notwithstanding her gentleness and courtesy, Mrs. Chappell withdrew and stood grandly aloof, as from one convicted by that very attack of Waring the needs of infectious disease in her own person. Nor did my voluntary explanation dissipate the impression. But though future dealings might doJend on a fair understanding now, iowever communicative I might be in other matters, I was not disposed to open to strangers the two-locked doors I had closed on my secrets for so many weary years. A quick shower of rain, for which I was unprepared with cither umbrella or waterproof, detained me in the shop, whilst it kept customers out; but the hair-dealer had become coldly reserved, and I had half resolved to risk spoiling miy black silk dress and bonnet rather than to remain under sufferance, when my glance rested on the rare mousecolored tress still lying exposed on the counter-case. That cleared the was to reassure her. Pointing to it I began: "I have said the natural owner of that beautiful crown, who wears a brighter one now, died of decline. I think I should give another name to her malady." There was something, hardly a curl, on Mrs. Chappell's lip, as uhe sarcastically added : "And so should I." Taking no note of this I leaned towards the counter and continued : " I should call it a 'Broken Heart!' " "Indeed!" Mrs. Chappell's attention was arrested, and her whole demeanor changed. " Yes. I saw Miss Iloyle for the first time at the hoe of a West End draper, where there was a christening, and she stood godmother, and I thought I never saw a more buoyant, beautiful creature in my life. She was all smiles, dimples, and vivacity, as though her world was perpetual sunshine. " Her pale mauve dns was light and airy as herself, and admirers fluttered around her like so many butterflies. One Mr. Varey's portly partner (who must be forgiven forgetfulness of his dead wife, he had been so long widowed) made his joint sponsorship a pretext for keeping close to her side and looking thunder-storms at younger devotees.

" Nurse is always an important and privileged person on such occasions, and 1 must have closed my eyes not to have observed, since she, proud of her newly assumed prerogative, kept herself In perpetual communication with me. " It was 4Mrs. Marbury, will yon let Mrs. lierry see the baby's robe?' Mrs. Marbury, be kind enough to step this way; Mrs. Loft house will not admit that the baby's eyes are blue ;' and the sweetest smile imaginable repaid me for my compliance. . "She was seated on a rich, rep-covered settee, with her face to the door, and 1, with tho sleeping infant in my lap, was installed beside her, answering a very flood of questions about babies, with reference to that particular baby, when the gentlemen came in from the drawing-room, and with them a tall stranger, who was no stranger Ut me, Mrs. Chappell. "Miss Uoylc was talking to mo very solierly at the time : "You see, Mrs. Marbury, I know less about little children than the generality of girls of nineteen. I had no sisters. My own mother died before I was shortcoated, and my dear father, Captain ILoyle, was killed during the Indian mutiny, when I was a nine-year-old schoof-girl at Hampstead. My guardian is a fusty old bachelor barrister, living in chambers, who only seems to remember ins peri nlically, when 1 receive my dividends ; and though I still cling to the school where I was educated, and occasionally render assistance to Mrs. (Jray, with whom I continue to board, a baby is almost as strange an animal to me as a young opossum would be.' I listened as attentively to the earlv orphaned young lady as you are doing to me now, Mrs. Chappell, whilst sho went on to say: " ' You see, Mrs. Marbury, the solemn promise I have made at the font to-day is a great undertaking for a girl so situated and ignorant as I, but I am desirous to do my duty to my little ' "ijhewas interrupted hy the entrance of the gentlemen Mr. Varey marching the stranger straight up to her, and introducing him as 'the son of a respected old friend, Miss Iloyle Mr. Walter Smithson, of Kedditch, who manufactures the needles you use, lose, and break.' "All her serious earnestness vanished 6., with a kindling cheek And an eye sparkling with glee, she retorted playfully, " Ah, Mr. Varey, wo ladies only break needles; the gentlemen break heart. " Mle must be a cold and cruel mortal who could break yours, Miss Itoyle,' gallantly said the newly introduced Mr.

Smithson, with a deferential bow and tke most insinuating of voices. "She lifted her shoulders lightly " l)u! forewarned is forearmed, and my heart is not brittle.' ""There wa a little more, such badinage, during which he took no more notice of lue than if I had Wen invisible. Presently, to divert the current of his conversation, which was painfully complimentary, she called his attention to the infant on my lap, acquainting him that she was its god-mother, and the babe had been named Elizabeth after herself. " 'I thought Mr. Varey called you lessie, MUs Key lei" "Ah! so my friends do, but I rejoice as Elizabeth on state occasions.1 " 4l should prefer to call you Ussie,' he replied, with much meaning in his tone, adding, 'Oh! that I had had such a fairy godmother! What might not her magic wand have made of me, ere now ?' 1 thought it was quite time to stop this nonsense for tho sake of the dear young lady, who had neither mother nor father to watch over her. "You had a very good mother, Mr. Walter; if she could not make a good man of you, no fair)- godmother could have succeeded better.' "Miss Bessie Hoy lo opened her eyes as if to ask, 'Do you know this gentleman from Heddileh?' " He languidly opened his as if recognizing me lor the first time. " Why, Mrs. Marbury, what breeze blew you hither?' 'Not an ill wind, I hope,' was my answer, with the addition, How is the old gentleman?' " M)h! grumbling as usual.' " 'Maybe, for the old reason,' I rejoined, rising from the settee to make way for Mr. Croftou, Mr. Varey's partner, and to leave him to watch over Miss Bessie whilst I followed Mrs.

Varey to tho nursery with little Miss Elizabeth. " A earpet-daueo wound up the evening, in the course of which Miss lloyle in a flush of pleasurable excitement came to mo with her mauve grenadine rent in the skirt. "Will you kindly rut a stitch into it, there's a dear nurse Mr. Smithson unfortunately stepped on the flounce as we were "waltzing. See, here is a needle,' and she selected one from a pretty green velvet case. "That is a handy little article to carry about with you,' I observed, 'but it should be large enough to hold thimble and thread as well.' She laughed. "(Hi, my dear Mrs. Marbury, don't accredit me with any such thriit aforethought. I am indebted to Mr. Smithson fur the dainty little needle-lox, given.as he said, to repair the damage he had done." ' " I wonder if she caught a glimpse of my face as I knelt down to my task, for she w as silent a moment, then she added lightly, as if to fill up the time, but more as a question than a remark " You seem to know the gentleman, Mrs. Marbury?' "I was with his mother in her last illness, and housekeeper for some time afterwards, Miss, and I'm sorry to say I don't know much good of him.' ' You see, Mrs. Chappell, I said that to put the dear young thing on her guard, but I don't think she thanked me, for, saying coldly, Some people are very censorious, she drew the barely finished skirt from my fingers, with a curt 'That will do, thank you,' and swept from the nursery. " I sighed, as I heard a well-known seductive voice address heron the staircase, and, looking down over the banisters, saw Walter Smithson lead her back to the drawing-room with marked attention. He was about thirty years of age, tall and well formed and had he been as good as he was good looking they might have been fairly matched. But more than one girl in his father's workshop had cause to rue his blandishments, and I know his wild ways hastened his mother's end. "I was in Mrs. Varey's room when the party broke up, and the ladies c ame in for shawls and bonnets. Miss ILoyle had to stand a good deal of raillery on her conquest, but she was quick at repartee, and neither Mrs. (Jray nor Mrs. Varey was equal lo her in the witty contest, vet I saw that her eyes absolutely danced with her new delight. She had a tender heart, bo, and as I held baby for a last kiss, she slipped a sovereign into my hand and whispered, I'm sorry I was cross with you, you dear oh! soul.' Setting aside portly Mr. Crofton and all other admirers, Walter Smithson was ready to hand Miss lloyle and Mrs. (Jray to their cab, and to bow them ofT in his !est style. ' "He lingered in town much longer than business required, I am sure, and tho giMlmothcr came to see baby more than was necessary, and the two generally happened 16 meet by some mysterious ailinity. "Twelve months later I was again at the Vareys': the eldest danghter, a girl of thirteen, being dangerously ill. Kind Bessie lloyle came and went, always bringing somo little thing for tho invalid or for her godchild, and soon I learned that she and Walter Smithson were engaged. I had told Mrs. Varey all I knew of him, but, like the younger lady, she thought me prejudiced. "Not long afterwards scarlet fever broke out in Mrs. (i ray's school, and professional aid was sought. " Miss Bessie and I soon became good friends, and before I left she showed mo a letter in which good old Mr.Smithson recognized her as his son's atlianced wife, and Fainted her as an angel from heaven, so blessed had been lier influence on his son. lie would bo thankful to sec him settled, was taking him into

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-. ...... .... k ' ' " lome at Kedditch refitted and enlarged for them. "So proud was she of her gentle in fluence over Walter, who had confessed that he had lacked such a love as hers to be his guiding star and keep him in tho right path, that I could not find it In my heart to daunt her with forebodings ; and when health breathed in at the windows in Hempstead,! left her busied with preparations for her marriage the following spring. "There were hyacinths in bloom in the colored glasses on my window-ledge in Camden Street when I received a sharp .so innioiis from Mrs. (iray. "Miss lloyle had had a shock ai-d broken a blood-vessel ; I was wanted immediately. "Never shall I forget the change in her face. " She was reclining on tho shoulder of her trusted old servant (who was generally intrusted with her mistress's secrets), her clothes bedabbled with blood. There was a large traveling trunk in tho middle of the floor, which, like chairs, table, and piano, was strewed with bridal robes and other paraphernalia which sho had been packing, and some of tho fine embroidered linen was likewise flecked with crimson stains. "Near the trunk was a crushed letter of which 1 took charge. It was from Walter Smithson, and told the old story. "It was a Mild and incoherent confession of vice and folly, of entanglements he could not free himself from, of passionate love for her, and a repudiation of his promise to marry her, n the ground that lie was utterly unworthy of her, and their union would bring only unbappiness to both ! "Youth, health, the blessing of (Jod, and a good .doctor pulled her through that time; but she never was herself again. " She sent his letters and his presents back with never a word; helped me to pack her wedding garments carefully away; said jestingly There were as good tih in the sea s eTcr were caught, and sho had best take care of them in cae Mr. Crofton went down on his fat knees to her and proposed.' "Out into company she went, as she had never gone before ; and as she paid for Mrs. Cray's cab and tickets to theater or concert that lady never objected, l'eople, Mrs. Varey among the number, said Bessie lloyle had soon got over her disappointment, and was a terrible flirt, until little Elizabeth got old enough to tell how her godmother had kyed over her new fnx-k and jioiled it' a beautiful braided blue Irrcnch merino, with which she had herself bedecked the child. "Bat tho proud fire burning within consumed the beautiful casket. She wasted away, the hectic on her cheek lighting up her white, transparent skin and brilliant eyes. " I was sent for as soon as she needed attendance. Mrs. (iray considered she had quite enough on her own hands as it was. Bessie Boyle did not keep her bed long. "The day she died she sent for her little namesake, had her seated on the w hite coverlet beside Iter, and with her own thin, transparent hands suspended round the c hild's neck a gold locket, engraved with her own name and the date, and containing a curl of her beautiful hair. As she was kissing her godchild ami wishing her a happier fate, I heard a noise as if a man was forcing his way up-stairs. "As I presaged, it was Walter Smithson, haggard, untidy, with blood-shot, wild-looking eyes, resisting Mrs. Cray and Mrs. Van v, who forbade his ap proach V tho girl whose happy life he una luigiitoii. "With the authority I had years belore exercised over him on a similar oe casion, I led him back into the parlor Ih'Iow. where he negged most abjectly to bo iterniittrd to ask forgiveness of the angel he had destroyed. But for mi abusive letter, which be owned he de served (it must have Wen from Mr. Crofton), ho would not have known the mischief ho had wrought. " I went up stairs, prepared to break his wishes to the invalid. "To my surprise, That is Walter,' she said. '1 knew 1 should see hitu onco again before I died. Ix-t him come up.' ' I gave her a stimulant, took away the reluctant little one, and passed the conscience-stricken man into the room with a caution. I saw a heavenly smile break over her faco as sho faintly extended her hand to him, and I closed the door on a sacred interview. "In about half an hour the bell rang violently. I was in the room on the instant, followed by Mrs. (Iray. Walter Smithson was on his knees by tho bedside; the face on the pillow wore a strange unearthly smile. "The thread had swapped the heart had broken in the very act of forgiveness, and Bessie lloyle lay dead before her perjured lover, who rushed down stairs like a mania". " Fearing some tragedy from his violence, I hurried after him, and found him raving and stamping, calling himself a villain ami a murderer, and Mrs. Varey endeaving to pacify him, lest he should disturb tho peace that never would be broken more. I bade her let tho hollow drum beat itself out. His remorse would evaporate in a week. I know not if I was right. We can not judge the souls of others." The out-door shower was over now, but there was rain from another sourc on Mrs. Chappell's fare. " All !" sighed she, "it is a sad fate to die of a broken heart!" " It is a wor.e to live and carry a broken heart through life!" said I, gathering up my skirts, and leaving her to ponder the parting words of MaHY MAKIitKY.

Scudder's Vog Case, A man came into tho ollice of .fudge X., tho well known lawyer, tho other day, aud when tho Judge had time to listen to him he said : "Judge, my name is Scudder. I called to see you about a dog case that kinder bewilders me, and 1 thought maybe you might throw some light on her might just give me the law points so's I'd know whether it was worth while suing or not. " Well, .Judge, you see me and a man named I'otts went into p:irtiicrhip on a Jog. Wo bought him. He was a setter, and mo and Tolls went share. (ii him o's to take him out a hunting. It was never exactly settled which half of him I owned and which half belonged to l'otts, but somehow I kinder formed an idea in my own mind that the hind end was Scudder's and tho front end l'otts's. Consequence was that when the dog barked 1 always said, there goes l'otts's half exercising itself,' and whun the dog's tail wagged I always considered that my end was being agitated. Ami, of course, when one of my hind legs scratched one of l'otts's cars or one of his shoulders, I was perfectly satisfied: first, because that sorter thing was good for tho whole dog; find, second, because the thing would get aliout even when l'otts's head would reach round and bite a flea oil" of niv hind legs or snap at a fly. " Well, things went along smooth enough for a while, until one day that dog began to get into the habit or running around alter bis tail. He was the foolishcst dog about that 1 ever see. I'sed to chase his tail round and round until he got so giddy he couldn't bark. And you know I was skeered lest it might hurt the di g's health, and as l'otts didn't seem to be willing to keep his end from circulating in pursuit of my end, 1 made up my mind to chop the dog's tail oil', so's to make him re-

j iorm and Whavc. So last, Saturday I ! caused the dog to back up agin a log, ' and then I suddenly dropped the ax on I his tail, pretty close nj, and the net minute he was booming around that van!, yowling like a boat-load of wild cats. .J list then Bolts came wo, and ho let on to be mad Woause I'd cut oil" that tail. One word brought on' another, and pretty soon l'otts sicked that dog on me my own half too, mind you and the dog bit me in the leg, bit a piece out. ee that ; look at that leg! About half a pound gone; eat up by that dog. Now, what I want to see you about, Judge, is this: Can't I recover damages for assault and battery from Bolts? What I chopped otl belonged to me, recollect. I owned an undivided half of that setter pup, from the tip of his tail clear up to Ins thud rib, and 1 had a right to cut awav as much of it as I'd a mind to; while l'otts, being sole owner of the dog's bead, is responsible w hen he bites any body." I don't know," replied the Judge, musingly. There haven't been any decisions on cases exactly like this. But what does Mr. I'ott.s say upon the .subject?" ' Why-, Potts's view is that I divided the hg the wrong w ay. Wken be wants to map out his half he draws a line from tho middle of the nse, right along the spine, and clear to the end of the tail. That gives me one hind legand one fore leg and makes hint joint proprietor in the tail. And he says that if I wanted to cut off my half of tie tail I might have done it, and he wouldn't ' e eared : but what made him mad w:ts that I wasted his property without consulting him. lint that theory seems to me a little strained ; and if it's legal, why, I'm going to close out my half of that dog at a sacrifice sooncrthan hold any interest in him on those principles. Now, what do you think about it?" "Well," said the Judge, "I can hardly decide so important a question off-hand; but at the first glance my opinion is thatVni own the w hole dog and that l'otts also owns the whole dog. So when he bites vou a suit won't lie against l'otts, and the only thing yot can do to obtain justice is to make the dog bito Potts also. As for the tail, when it is separated from the dog, it is no longer the dog's tail, and it is not worth lighting about." "Can't sue Potts, you say!" . "I think not." Can't get damages for the meat that's Wen bit out of me?" "I hardly think you can." " Well, well ; ami yet they talk about American civilization, and temples of justice, and such things? All right. I-4-t it go. 1 kin stand it; but don't any body ever undertake to tell me that the law protects human beings in their lights. (Jood morning, Judge." "Wait a moment, Mr. Scudder," said the Judge ; "you've forgotten my fee." "K-f-f-fee! Why you don't c harge any thing yvhen I don't sue, do you!" "Certainly, for 'my advice. My fee is ten dollars." "Ten dollars! Ten dollars! Why. Judge, that's just what I paid for my hall of that ug. I haven t got hfty cents to my name. But I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll make over all my rights in that setter pupfoyou, anil vou can co round and hht it out with Volts. If that dog bites nie nirin I'll sue you and Potts as sure as my name's Scudder." Potts owns the whole dog now, and Scudder guns without one. J,ir. A1Ur, in l'hUnl lyhia HuUtfin. An Englishman has analyzed the causes of railroad accidents, and conies to the conclusion that human machinery is responsible for 11 per cent, of lliein; defective signals for L'H per cent. ; defective roadway for is percent.; and defective rolling stock for V'J per cent.