Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 19, Number 39, Jasper, Dubois County, 5 October 1877 — Page 2

BOYS AND OIKLS.

When w nrt youa our toys are aweet, e are Ml UMftare nam mjmwim, CW reek fwlkl STtlw Yr. 1wT RiHnp . is m wpi ud IHkiillt - ftUI HUP. Hr wmmj my m hii f"" i" "3( let nter my.paay""" Wkw we hto young or days are brlgM, Ami lull ot bone from mmh-h Mil Might; mW1mmi we are tW we t4t alone, Aad tMMk erf kHt day Iohk h. Wih tto Ih'um) ww full at tbeeulWreR's iHw wffiwl trirl Haughty bey. Hut y uauKkter'a my dHiucMfr all my Ore. 1 W hhwi the year Its fallHe pors ; To eteeer tb heart ot tell; Oeee wtore we take with gratitude ' - The bte4f of the aoll. 1 bww Ue eaiterett laugH aad stag Tkey ult tlie grain together; , , Amu KWdHUM breathe from every Mleg In thte 0tolef wter. The winter days were kg hh! ilark, The fH-iH wm w to eoiH; AHdmmMHH-storm brought fear HHd dbt To many a humble bmiie. But rata aad Mmeame had their will Ami wrougbt their work togetfeer, Ah(1 t we heap our baekete atlM, In this October weaNier. My heart litw bad It wjater, too, And lain full bare ami gray; I did wHtkhik a spring would oeme, .. Mnett )w a summer day. . j , llnw little did 1 dreai that life Would briHK H8 two toKethr, And I should Ih? a happy wife 1h thU October weather! IKmbtieoi the froote will come axalRt Ami some sweet hope must die ; But we shall bear the pawlug pais, Ami srnMo a well as ttKh; Xor let u cloud with (ears of ill Thfc golden hour together; t ForGtAl-iiii UisgiKikiHMUl In tWs Oetober weather. I). K. JHncirtK, m Stritmtr'i fr (kfeker. d . . m m ft CAPTAIN CECriR." CHiit. Gregory w what tke worM u " a character "probably to dis tinguish suck marked ami uaiqtte imiivkjuaikies from tb tirom uniformity aiuTlo'w level of, average humanity. He Wfes a &c6tchiua& by birth, ommopolitaniaed as much as one of that race so tenacious of Us 'characteristics m !caa be, by tea years' service in her Majesty's array; five years of literary life in London, a periml of artistic study and work in Paris, aad a doaea years of araeriegee in the United States m a public lecturer, a contributor to tke pre,, a private tutor, aa artiet aad a song -writer. He did xnaay and dilfereat things surprisingly well, so well that bad he turned the. stream of his talents into one channel he would have found himself ia oeeeeetoR of aa enviable power. But that wasn't his way. He here true allegiance to the spirit within hia, aad went though life with an independence so unique and am individuality so well preserved that he was regarded by the nags of those who net a common fate in eoaformity to the world aad ite ways, as Mule better than " a shiitkes fellow." " Gregg," as the young fellows need to call him despite his gray hairs aad . military bearing, was ene of the bappieet men that ever lived. He made no search or chase after happiaess, nor did he think to bay it or have it bestowed uion him; for be was, wise eaoagh to understand aad apply the unerring teacher's sublime axiom: "The kingdom of heaven is within you." And in '. the Captain's dk-tjoaarv this state meant h opines both here and hereafter. He lived in a roomy attic, with paintt ing-windows in the end and side, aad a skylight through which he could look at the stars as he swung in his hammock under the high rafters. "No place has such frescoing V he would exclaim as be turned out to go to work, after emptymg bis second pipe, gaaiag in silence at "the brave e'er hanging Armament the majeetieal roef fretted with golden fire." With afew pennies to buy Ms lunch of broad aad milk, aad enough left to pay lor a warm bit of some sort for supper, be was a-bahble with cheeriaess. Aad if by a fortunate stroke he got money enough at oae time to keep aim lor a fortnight, be was aa happy as a king if kings are as happy as the saying Implies. Not in any hilarious way, but actually, the Captain was in such case "o'er aU the ilk of life victorious." t Dressed in his parade suit of army blue, minus the gilt aad trappingshis wide-brimmed soft hat set jauntily on one side, and his fine gray mutton-chop whiskers brushed gracefully back he would walk down the street with his steady, swinging, upright military gait, k twirling his cane and liumming aa air from the opera with the easy dignity, and fine air af superiority and slight huteHr, than fitly distinguish the man worth a million. "Now I can paint or not paint, as I please, by Jove! I can stretch my self under the elms and watch forburatumber shades on the hills, or I can go a-fishing and bring home a new song. vat " io . .. ...... o wo inuropemry-ureaaiuis" (Miuwng to his raachimi stories' for the popular weeklies) " nor sen timet peases' fbr a -fortnight ahead. I have Just made a deposit in my bankthat is, in my wash-stand drawer that places me above want. Hen! my boy t there's nothing Eke independence. How J pky the poor devils that have to work ' for their daily grub !" And the wealthy, owner of aten-dol-r wll would move on, happy .at heart in his W-llke acceptance of the favors of Provide, ,wkh no more worry as to the future than a blue-bird tail wk he.aiaga.to Itkumate among the aapk- -, whom he loVedth all the fervor Md more than the whole-heartednees that nsphetl the groat bard of their native lniid, when be wrote the immortal soag whose beauty and pathos the Captain

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ing, as to uriag tears to eyes mat Knew not what loviag is. After a brief year together he wae ordered to India, ami, whoa ho returned, the uaisies were . growing over her in the hillside grave-' yard, f Ift, never married again au " odd stick" to the laot. , She's waiting for me, my boy," he ' would say to his friend, with a look in , his tender eyes that maue the stars seem nigh, "and there's been one road in, the world lor me since antl that leads j on alone to where she is, Man' and I would, Jiljtnfe with, any body else I around that bMbnMd to us, I know we i should," be would add, smiling through his tears. " Twenty years dead, the world full i of pretty women, and the Captain going i to heaven for comfort! well, if he isn't amieerold josev!" that was the way the practical world looked at it. And yet he was not in the least morbid or super'Sentitnental. He neither made his own life wretched by an unavailing quarrel with Providence, nor other, people uncomfortable by retailing! to them his time-worn griefs. Like all poisons of line instincts lie teit mat somethings should be. sacredly private and among them a -man's sorrows, and his troubles, also, if he chooses to keep them so. In this he was perhaps not more singular than m his actual ; enjoyments. . Young married couples were the Cap-1 tain's especial delight. Ho was too keenly sensitive ever to intrude upon them: for the mere lifting of a pretty oyobrow, at the suggestion of a concealed thought of impatience, would banish him when a cool silence or a decided hint would be lost on the average visitor. So many fail to recognise the right which a newly married: couple have to be much alone, in order to get acquainted with each other! But as young folks possessed of sense enough to lead the Captain to visit them didn't care for 41 honey pie " alone, in three courses and for dessert, every day, they were always glad to see him at tea, or in, the early evening hours. He had none of the cynical contempt (or honey-mooa deportment, which is for the most part nothing but envy .though this was partly duo to the fact that his favorites were sensitive and selfrespecting young people. He liked to observe the operations of the telephone of the eye described long before the days of Professor Bell, in the line of a Shakpoarian sonnet, where the masterinterpreter of ,all passions says that , " To bear with eyee belong to love'a fine art.' He loved to watch the smiles that carried, a carress, to see in the consciously happy faces the radiant record of new delight, and to bear from lips that tried in vain to make them commonplace, the little, unfamiliar pet names. The Captain was still true to the saying that "all the world loves a lover," and therefore had no sympathy with Charles Lamb's querulous old bachelor protests against the little endearments of brides and grooms. It recalled and not unpleasantly his own lost youth and vanished but waiting love. These intimacies gave the Captain a great fund of experience and observations. As he watched the development of wedded lives he would say: "Why will the novelists stick to the stupid old models? They mostly leave off where they ought to begin. Of course the wonderful youth marries the marvelous girl but who wants any more volumes to tell bow it came about? The young folks are then just ready to begin to live to a purpose. How to do that is what the world needs to know, and wants to know. The preachers oaa?t toll it, because three-fourths of the world don't go to hoar 'em, and those that do hear nothing that they didn't know before, unless they are lucky enough to get into a church whore the preacher has a habit of thinking, instead of telling what other people nave thought or what he thinks his people think. But you can put the ideal life,, or actual typical lives, into a clever novel, aad you get at people. You can show 'em what makes life go right and what wrong what is lovely and what k contemptible." " There isn't any purpose in most of the. stuff that is written," the Captain would continue, "aad when there is, the execution often fails. That's the reason why novels have a butterfly existence, with lees exceptions for ifty years than you can count on your fingers. What simply excites or amuses one generation won't touch the next. Thought, deeds, sequences, ideas, the universal aad unchanging in human nature ia a word, life is what a novelist should give us. Instead of Jhat we have courtships, adventures, jealousies, intrigues, or else some confounded hobbies whirling around in a circle through three haadred page?, like the children's flying circus, with wooden efilgies on their backs, supposed to be 'eharacters,' all talking just alike as their turn comes." " But many of our modern writers do depict married life," suggested the Captain's listener. "Yes but bow? Dirtily, sir! villainously! The novel of the period Is a rarity some of your' sweet-toaed American stories excepted that doesn't keep om or both of its chief characters sneaking around the edges of the seventh commandment, without pluck enough to break it or sufficient decency to hide the disposition to do so. Fine phrases w&aH sweeten civet, sir, 'nor will calling the physical instincts of an animal mch fine names at soul-harmo-ate?,' or 'spiritual affinities,' or "deathless longings make them fit subfeeto around which to weave the plot, of a novel for olear-miaded people to read." "But isn't it a part of the life' of which you wore speaking?"

" Just as a pimple, or a boil, sir, is a part of the body. Such things appear on the surface once in a while, but you don't want a chrome of them ia your dining-room, I hope. The great body of American men and women, in domestic life, are pure and true. They are not Turks nor Parisians. The men don't go hurrying from their honeymoon to lock over the hedges into their neighbors' preserves for game. The wives aren't philandering atiout with men whom they wish they had married, making themselves romantically unhappy and disgracing their homes. Titere are exceptions, but compare their numberyou will find thorn all sooner or lpter in Uie newspapers ! with the great body of virtuous and happy citisens. One out of a thousand, sir! The causes of domestic unhappiness in this country do not lie on that side." "Where then?" " Wait till I write my novel, and you shall see," responded the Captain, laughingly, but looking wiser than any man probably is on that intricate subject. It is to be hoped he will write the novel, and that it may find many returns, if he is as successful in depicting the evil and suggesting remedies as he was in treating one case. Among his friends none bail a warmer place in his heart than Robert and Mary Burchard, who lived in the snuggest and most homo-like of cottages in a pretty suburb of the city. They had been married but a year, and yet the Captain's practiced eye saw that something was going wrong. Robert was what the world calls "a splendid fellow" bright-witted, genorous, open-hearted and pure with one of those uncomfortable wills that do not yield, and are unfortunately attended with a retinue of prejudices, tastes, likes and dislikes which indicate to observant people, who are not in the councils of Providence, that thoir possessor was intended to live alone. In Robert's quick judgment oven thing was either white or black. Ho was color-blind to neutral tints. What ho liked was good. What he disliked was bad. And nothing could change his view. He loved Mary because" she attracted him powerfully. It is no matter of ours how she did it, or whether she was beautiful though she was. The old Captain often declared that Nature herself smiled

with gratified pride when that splondid couple mated. But Mary had a spirit as well as a body. She had her way of doing things and looking at matters. She had a trim little foot of her own, that had not been used to asking any body when it should be put down, since her mother died. She loved Robert ardently, but not to the point of agreeing with him that tlie moon is made of green cheese, if he took a notion to say so, that gay colors are more suitable for carpets than the tertiary tints or that any body is a ninny who doesn't enjoy George 'Eliot's novels or Wagner's music. And so and so the Captain saw before the year was through that the harp was out of tune at Woodbine Cottage. The dimples ia the corners of the rare- j ripe mouth legan to fall away into that plaintive downward droop wh'ich tells a ' story to such eyes as his, that words could not make plainer. The times came more and more often when he saw a look in the hazel-gray eyes which reflected trouble, ana not joy, from the heart-depths below. Something of the cheery tone went out of Robert's voice, also, and a certain serenity was missed from his face. He gaaed abstractedly out of the window, wlien there was nothing to and his mind was preoccupied, or "doing too much inside: work," as the Captain put it. "This won't do!" mused their old friend, as he came away from the cot tage one night, whipping his boo' vigorously with his cane as he walked. " Never'll do ia this world. Bless my soul, what are the children thinking about! Emigrating from Eden' when all good angels are trying to keep 'em in! Tut, tut!" "The young Prince called me a Domestic Old Probabilities' once, in sport," continued the Captain's thought " I'll show him he was right. Indications for the region of Woodbine cottage: Cooler, with blinding mists and occasional bitter rains. Cloud areas, and falling barometer. Conditions highly favorable for sudden squalls, succeeded by a settled storm. Danger signals will be displayed at the exposed point, or my name isn't Old Prob." and the Captain ascended to his attie with a lighter heart. In a day or two after he dropped into the cottage at (tea-time, where he observed more without seeming to look at any thing, than some men would if they had been hired to watch. "No tears in mine, please," was what lie would have said had lie spoken his thought, as Mary leaned forward over the dainty china cups to pour the tea, with a gravity that would have seemed sweet had ft act been sad. "Smiles are smiles only wlien the heart pulls the wires," wrote Theodore Winthrop; and, on the young wife's fac were only the dead forms of smiles, without their soul. There had been difference.), that were almost disputes, in the cottage-home. Tastes bad clashed without being harmonised. LHtle walls of separation were growing up between husband aad wife mere screens as yet, as unsubstantial aad quite as ugly in their inscription as some of the Japanese devices now in fashion ; yet a paper shade can hide the face of a friend as completely as does a wall of stone. They were starting wrong, aad in wedded life the start often makes or mars the jouraey. " I want to get a young couple to put in my novel," said the Captain, with a

brisk air, au the conversation warmed up aad the reserve was thawed away. "How delightful!" exclaimed the pretty tea-dispenser, slyly putting some lump of sugar in the Captain's saucer, in place of those ho had unconsciously eaten. "But what do you want of them P to point the moral or adorn the tale?" "Both," replied the Captain, with a sinile and a bow that brought into Mary's face a look which made it the most charming interrogation point he had aver seen. 44 1 want to start them right and keep them right. But married folks are suck unreasonable creatures," he continued 44 we take each otherfor better or worse, and then lament or rebel because it isn't all "better.1 We don't half of us respect other people's individuality, simply because we have married them. Suppose after the first month of the year's honey-moon with my Mary, when I could manage to look at the dear girl without kissing her or wanting to! I had said: 44 4Mary, my darling, I observe that your eyes are darker at some times than at others. If you love me, do try to maintain more uniformity. And your noseay lewel, has a little tendency tho very slightest upward. I love you to distraction just as it is, but if you could only straighton it out a trifle you don't know what an improvement it would be.' 44 'Absurd,' you say. And yet I have known of talk not less so. Somo people never seem to comprehend that cold temperaments can not oe always warm; that moods can not bo kept on One level, like tho sea; but ebb and flow like its tides; that tastes inherited from a mother, and tendencies from a grandfather, can't be made to conform, in a day or a year, to somo other mother's or grandfather's tendencies and ways. The iron bctietead is a bad bit of furniture for the marriage chamber!" said the Captain, with an energetic thump on the tablo that made tho dishes rattle. Robert had followed tho Captain's earnest discourse with a puzzled look at first, and then a serious one, which in turn gave way to something very like a sunrkse from behind low-lying clouds. Mary 'a womanly intuitions, swifter than any clumsy process which we men know as " thought," flew to the end of the speaker's homily before his tongue reached it, and she saw tho dear old soul's fatherly purpose as plainly as though he had set them on stools and read them a lecture. The Captain "ate and ran" that evening, after a geod-aigkt adieu more than usually tender and kind. He wouldn't whip a boy aad stay to watch hinu smart, nor Jtut a good seed and then stand on it se that it could not sprout. His geeiee for going at the right time was equal to n'w talent for coming gifts unfortaaetely not always found together. When he- was gone there was a 44 domestic scene" quite different from what the little cottage bad recently witnessed. Robert set down in the big rocker, before the open grate, and

drawing his wonderiac wife into his lap, pillowed her bright head in its 44 own plaee" on his shoulder. He kissed her hair, and brow, and eyes her warm e keeks and waiting lips more tenderly than before, and said in a voice low with emotion : 44 I've been all wrong, dearie. Forgive me. Ill throw the iron bedstead out of the window, ad not try to stretch you out or cut you off any more. I love you, I want you, aadi I Weed you just as you are." Mary was a true woman, and so it isn't necessary to report what she said. But she said it so eioqaettly, and illustrated k in such ways, tkt kobert began to wonder if there were not compensation enough to pay for having started wrong. They sent for the Captain to tea the very next Sabbath, aad as he read between the lines of 'the impulsive and affectionate note he chuckled to himself, with a glad mvoistare in his eyes : "Ah ha! Barometer way up 1 Clearing weather! South winds, scented with roses. Thermometer at 80 deg. n. Well, well. Bless the Lord! Is is what of having an Old Prob. that knows bin business." When the Captain entered Woodbine Cottage in the peaceful hours of the early Sabbatk evening, he saw the old love-light In the welcoming faces of his happy friends before they could run to greet him. As Robert took his hands in his own, Mary put her anns around them both, and pressed the lips into which the dimpled corners had returned against the Captain's bronaed cheek, in kisses 44 so close and kind " that the old gray-beard felt the unaccustomed thrill confessed by Tennyson's Talking Oak and had this advantage of the tree, that lie could pay ia kind, which ho did in genuine gusto. 44 It's all right," said Robert, with a beaming face, 44 1 am not trying to do the Lord's work over after him any more!" 44 And I," said Mary, In sweet confession, 44 1 have broken my image of an ideal husband, ami am just loving my Robert." 44 God bless you, my dears," answered tlie Captain, "now you're good for fifty years of clear sky." " Queer old chap, that Gregory," said a neighbor to his wife, as they saw the Captain leave the cottage, 44 1 wonder if he doesn't bore the UurohardsP" A Discussion hi ia progress) in the medical journals respect lag lmMgeetiele ffftJYlitJnTTjUt Jk wKO9HSffWK9Wirn M9 WWW ' doses are given efte without regard to whether the patient's stomas kfM eondkkm to digeetthem; aad, if undigested, they act only fail as remedies, but may do positive bam.

Chad aad beth-A iketek ef Two Beys. Chad and Seth were great cmeues though Chad's father was a lawyeTand bethTs was a blacksmith. But tbel, the one was a very good blacksmith aad the other a very jeor lawyer, aad this lessened the social gap. , There was an opinion floating "about the village that Chad aad Seth were bad boys. But the evidence for this was very intangible. People were, ready enough to pronounce them a " pair of precious young rascals," but when a man was asked for aa instance of their rascality, he could assert nothing more definite than they were alwav um to some mischief. The t ruth of the matter was that Chad and Seth were two young democrat, full to the brim of life and spirit, who liked fun belter than aav Uung eke. Indeed, they considered fun the chief end of boys. They sometimes pursued R thoughtlessly, perhaps recklessly, aad often violated the proprieties ia its pursuit. But there wasnothiag mean about these two boys. To use Chad's favorite word, they were not sneaks.. They were fair on the play-ground, often renertms, and Seth, especially, had a soft pot wider his sooty jacket. He was tender with all the weak. Little boys and "them girls" knew very well their knight. Chd and Seth were near the sanie agc just turned thirteen. Tho worst thing I knew about Seth. was that he didn't keep his hands and. face clean. As for Chad, the greatest fault I found with him was that he persisted in his companionship with Seth, when he knew that his mother would have preferred him to look higher for a. friend. His me ther bad raised no serious ob

jection to the association, but Chad knew her preferences, aad should have respected them. But Seth bad a great fascination for Chad. He was a more important factor ia Chad's enjoyment than all the other boys in the village combined. 44 But his father's a Wacksniith," Chad's motlicr seid one day. 44 How can Seth help what his father is?" Chad aeked warmly, "If we boys had tltc bossing of our fathers, Seth might have had his a lawyer, and I'd had mine a blacksmith. I'd rather be a blacksmith any day than a lawyer. A lawyer don't do any thing that 1 know of except to read old papers, aad thea go to the coHrt-reom aad speak a piece. I hate to read writing, and I don't like to sneak pieces, any way, if there are girls. But a blacksmith's work's jolly blowing his big bellows till the forge" is red and splendid. I love to the red-hot irons, and to henr the hammer ring on tlie anvil, and to ee the sparks fly, aad the strong iron bead just the way it's wanted to. It's better's S re-crackers and rockets; makes a fellow feel like giving three cheers aad a tiger. Aad a blacksmith works wkh horses. My sakes! I just wish I could be a black smith. Say, may I ro, mother?" Chad was teasing to go aad play with Swel " Why, Chad, I should think you'd feel mortified to be with Seth. Hi clothes are dirty and sometimes rag ged," the mother said. " l ain't goin' oacK on seta lor that," said Chad, stoutajr. 44 He can't help it. His mother's the one to haul over the coals for that. Any way, I'd like to wear dirty clotees myself sometimes, 'stead of Iwing kept all the time starched and ironed. I could play lots better in old clotlies. You ought to play; he just, pitches in rumblety tumblety. He- can turn the jolKeet somersaults that ever I saw. I've seea him turn 'em, oae after another, all the way from the top to the hettem ef the big red sand-hill don't you know? by 'Square Bowees's. Tell me, mother, if I may go." 44 I'm afraid) Seth's a bad boy; people say he is." 44 ne ain'l hu," sum unaa, warmiy. 44 He ain't aay sneak. Folks think if a fellow doji't stay ia the bouse aad read all thetime, he's bad. Seth ain't aav of rour sieklv kiwi. lie's the ielliest boy in this tewa, aad I oaa't have any fun waaeut seta, i net's an inere is about it. There is n't another boy to. play with. Now!" " There's- Frank Fialey," the motfeer suggested Frank Finlcy!" exclaimed wnan. with a tone ef oontemiH. 44 Vl hy.mesker, he's the spoonieet, the dumb, the finnikiest, we chKKeaest miiKepMM I ever saw. He parta his hair ia- the middle, aad wears curls strifHcmg aWwa his back All the fellows call him, Faany all except "and Chad's cheeks fiusbed and his eyes brightened wkh, the triumphant vindication of his friend "all exeept Seth, mother; Seth never eaMs bin names; lie always staatm up iot Frank. He takes Frank in hia lap on the sled, just like a baby, to keep htm from tumbling off. Ami Srtk's the let skater on the pond; but he often loses the race, when we boys face, because he's got Frank Fin ley, tugging1 him along. And Seth always chooses Frank on hw side in toss-up, 'cause the other fellow won't have him, I tell you, Seth's a high old trump. Mayn't I go, mother?" "Yes, I suppose so; but I don't see why boys have to eatoh up all the slang that's floating around," said the mother. But Chad did not hear the remark. With the first word of bis mother's reply, he bad reeked for the street, skimming aad banging the doors after Him. Sera Ittmer JTettef, m St. NitMt ler Oefeeer. Mrs. Louise Cli vadler Mealtea bai been deagerouely ill ia London for ereral weeks from typhoid fever.