Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 23, Number 42, Jasper, Dubois County, 30 September 1881 — Page 3

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CJ. DOAMK, 1U1 TBK WAIL OP A MALDBMAU. jn tacJhNSgslejr ef Mm end the fnltawM of la the Tartier ef passion m4 fmlilon mm! WSmMhfin MttokMV sSmummL mm! thameer over Aal mAtomr fnel-l as baU-0 Tm kaldl wn whole mm! entire In body ass brain; am bowed, not with at, nor with paysioaJ pain. Nor malady enrolee. whatever It's eelledSet OIkm ImM-I mm batd-O Tn bold! I mb favored by fbrtame In Imn end fase: IhAV HHMUMM OOMUMMM, WWl a prominent latMiwortiM world, where, with MttarIntast MRU and bow book, when I'm OrmbsMI Tts a Pitiful thin at the beaouet or fote. WMN the MWOl H MWh MM HM heart falMM. Porta forever to have m Installed . I MR BRM-O X'Rl tWM! IwoeM itdty tnlo beads with Um bead of Or tbJwax figure down at Mm milliner shop I TboR, RthMit, 1 should net be forever ap"WHh the ssarh-eaked fact, I mm baM0 faa m UwbyMy of life and the fullness of In the vortex, of passion Mid fashion end Mr Jrfoekery obaeed mm! Despair veeAhl sadls nay fate!-I sir bW-0 I'm bold! J. IT. n ImM&mipuUt JounutL THE WKPMSU MA.KCH. AH Art SWery. 'No. 8S9-A Wedding March." Such was the number nwfuiM of a picture in the Academy o( a certain year which shall, for politic and personal reasons, be left undesignated. The picture wm one of my painting; Mid I, Reginald Tracey, had been fortunate enough to attain three very important end by it production. Firstly, it was deemed excellent enough by the Hanging Committee to be placed on the line, and it faced you in a very prominent manner m you entered Boom No. V. Secondly, this prominent position Secured for my picture a large share of attention which resulted in its finding a purchaser almost as soon as the Exhibition doors opened. But thirdly, it served the actual purpose foe which I painted it, and which led me to choose my subject. That purpose Involved just the least bit of romance: and although the clerer critics praised , toe picture, aim even hinted mat Mr. Tracey had been singularly fortunate in his treatment of a somewhat unusual and difficult theme,1 etc, not one of them so much as guessed that it was a picture with a purpose. As the sequel may serve to show, that purpose sprang from and ended in what I am pleased to call my little romance. It was a charming day, that on which I went to Bockhampton to sketch the water-meadows, and to see my old friend. Dr. James Brooke .Jim, I generally called himwho bad settled as a practitioner in that town. The whole Slave was steeped in sunlight, and the eep shadows east by the cud houses in the narrow streets by the waterside reone of nothing; so much as the blackness of the shades in some old Dutch town, where Rembrandt must have learned the special art that bears the impress of his genius to-day. The old church of Kocknampton U a fine bit of Norman architecture. Rising architects declare that there are no purer pillars of that style, or better preserved arches, with their queer faces sqneeaed into the corners thereof, and which seems to impress the Rockbampton juveniles on Sundays quite as much as the service. Passing through the chnrchvard, 1 found myself at last at the church. With little hope of finding the door open I lifted the latch, when at once it Yielded to my touch. As 1 passed within the green bake doors within the porch, I heard the sound of the organ; so, stealing quietly into the grateful shade and coolness of the church I enfoonccd myself in the biggest pew I could find and listened. How soothing was the effect of the music and surroundings on that glorious day ! I could not see the player, who was concealed by the curtains in front of the organloft, but intuitively I guessed it was a lady who played. I imagined that only a woman's delicate touch could hare made that "Kyrie" speak in these tones; and there was more gentleness than power in the "Stabat Mater" into which the player glided. Then 1 remember the "wedding March1' succeeded; and, after half an hour's private hearing of the matters, 1 quietly slipped out of church, once again into the glad sunlight that played around the gravestones, and made the world so lair to After lunching at my hotel, the Red Lion, I went to see Dr. Jim. It appeared mat the fair player of the church was a Miss Spalding, and the only daughter of a well-to-do and retired merchant who had settled at Rockham pton some eighteen months before; and Jim, I found, had been paving his addresses to the young lady. Her father had married for the second time and had thus given Miss Spalding a step-mother. The old gentleman, as Jim called him, was an easy-going man, kind-hearted in every war. generous to a fault, and looked kindly enough on Dr. Jim's suit. Bnt as to Mrs. Spalding, J Ira pronounced a decidedly unfavorable opinion. She was tn ambitious, and, as he etpreesed it, scheming woman, who thought that Nelly should look somewhat higher than Dr. Brooke,, of Rookara pton -and that she should at least Marry money -with whhm latter oonunedlty Jim was, at a young doctor, of course, by no means Wifmtassil WMmh tmunlfr tit-

so smmmmRmmtamnamnj emasjms gcjamammBPS' jJeJP sfc4P essP(Hme dsdjr JsflsslsssVEt WeJel ajsiy eVtsMs) 'WHm ottsinjldtujj vkiwMr (ftMt 4(sM(MseiJttiG( sWis BrJs5(fcs eHmm Jttin oj leased he was In a somewhat unsettled state of mind. " Ton see, Rerr," said Jim, " Nelly will not disobey her parents in any way. That she cares for me she has confessed to me more than once. Bnt when I press her to consent to be married at once, and to make me happy, she won't hear fit" "My dear Jim," I responded, in my new-found capacity of guide, counselor and friend, "she is not the first girl who has had to struggle between love and duty; or at least what she eonoeiru to be her duty." "She is so thoroughly ooascMntkms,'' replied Jim, ' that! fear even to press her to take the step which would make me a happy man for life. When I ask her in my despair whether she will ever choose between her stop-mother's wishes and my lore, she implores me not to tempt ner; ana so, aaaea dim, "here I am: miserable as need be." All this interested me exceedingly. She was evidently girl of sterling worth and with a high sense of the duty she believed she owed to her parents' wishes. I thought over Master Jim's lore affair as I lay in bed that night, and came to the conclusion that the ease was a difficult one. Yon cannot always .mold human minds to your own bent and purpose by simply speaking. Hence I came to the conclusion that Mb" Spalding's lore for my old friend ought to be tested and tried in some other way. As my experience of human nature goes, there seems nothing like putting tore, of all human emotions, to some rigid test. But how the test could be applied to the ease in which I had thus been led to feel a special interest 1 knew not. I oonfessed as I rolled orer to sleep that 1 did not see my way dear to help them. Little did I think that the morrow was to bring the meatus and the man. The man was Josiah Bladen, Esquire, iron-founder, of the. firm of Blagoen, Bilge A Co , of Birmingham and elsewhere; the means was my humble self. The day after my antral at Rockham pton Jim proposed that I should drive with him on his morning round, "And," added he, we'll all at Mount Grove on our way home." Mount Grove was the residence of Mr. Spalding; and two o'clock found us at the gate of a very nice villa residence overlooking the river, and standing within its own nirely-kept grounds. We were ushered into the drawingroom, where me found assembled certain persons whom Jim had not expected to see. Mr. Spalding received me courteouslr. as also did Mrs. Spalding. Miss Nellie greeted me most cordially, adding that she was much pleaded to make the acquaintance of Df Brooke's old friend of whom he so often spoke. In addition to the family circle of three, it was clear there were strangers present. These latter were Mr. Josiah Rlagden and his sister. Mr. Klagden did not impress ine favorably. He was a stout, florid-oomplexioned man. remarkable for the extreme breadth of his white waistcoat and for the profusion of Jewelry displayed thereon. " A safe man, my dear sir; a very safe man," said Mr. Spalding to me at lunch. " Why, 1 suppose his tiion-orer is about half a million a roar the irqn trade, you know," added the old gentleman by way of explainiag mat Air. Blazden was one of the metal kings of England. "Self-made man, too," said Mr. Spalding; "began life as a foundryboy." From what I saw of Mr. Blagden within the next few weeks, his origin could hare been pretty accurately guessed from the manner in which he imparted the " foundry-boy's n manners into the sphere in which his industry and success had led him. He was essentially a vulgar man, who bullied his sister, a meek, silent little woman, with a good heart and a kindly nature, as I discovered later on. As we drove home from lunch that day Jim was strangely depressed. I guessed his thoughts pretty accurately, For he bunt out Into a tirade against Mrs. Spalding on our arrival at home. "I snouldn t wonder, Bogy," said he, " if that fellow Blagden has been invited down here as a suitor for Nelly. He's a friend of Mrs. Spalding's, I know, because she herself comes mm the Black Country.'" Jim's state ot mind, from the moment he broached this theory, may be better imagined than described. For the next three weeks 1 am bound to say that his temper was well-nigh unendurable. One evening at dinner at Mount (trove, I fell half afraid he was going to inflict, personal chastisement upon Mr. Blagden, a feat I should hare much rejoiced to hare seen skillfully performed, after the iron-maiter's coarse Invectives against the medical profession, which had been called forth during some argument concerning doctors fees. Nelly's attitude toward Jim appeared to have undergone no perceptible change. She was loring ana gentle as before; but 1 fancied that Mrs, Spalding contrived dexterously to keep Miss Blagden and Nelly as frequently together as poteible; and thus Jim's fcie-o-iee were reduced to a miserable minimum. Worst of all, as Jim remarked to me one day, Nelly had confessed that her step-mother had on more than one oooastoa hinted that Mr. Blagden s visit and star were not solely prompted by relationship to her parents. Mrs. Spalding was, in other words, a clerer woman piaving a nice little game of diplomacy, and while keeping on the most friendly terms with Jim, was,, to my mind, furttk9fstal IWMf DflPlm) SKemmf SMrMbI I'ltNMMt e

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of my readers wm stir that Miss SpaJd ing should hare aetued too matter for herself, and hare given Mr. Blagden to understand that his attentions were unwelcome and hopeless. Bat, as I remarked before, we are not all east la one mold; and the most wring natures may sometimes be coerced by what seems to be their duty into self-sacri-tiee of the most unreasonable kind, end. So things went on at Rookhampton, with diplomacy at Mount Grove and despair at No. 14 High street, where Dr. James Brooke announced his willingness to relieve the afiUcted daily from ten to eleven a. m., and from six to eight p. m. I had been sitting cogitating orer matters one evening at the Red Lion Jim having been called to distant part of his parish when an idta, founded, I believe, on a quotation from an old French author, oc curred tome. The quotation was to the effect, that "when moral suasion fails from any cause to change an opinion, it is lawful to appeal to the most trivial of our emotions." Happy idea! thought I. I shall see whether or not I can work it, out to the advantage of Dr. James Brooke and shall I add it? to the confusion of Josiah Blagden, Esquire. My plans were then rapidly matured. Morning, noon and night find me busy in the old chosen. 1 am hard at work on a canvas in which the interior of the edifice grows wider my brush day by day. There are no sounds of the "Kyrie1' now; nor are the Jubilant strains of Mendelssohn, heard, as on a bright, sunny day not so far gone by. Nelly does not come to practice her old favorites as of yore. Blagden, I know, hates music; and painters, as he once expressed it in shocking bad taste are usually ,la seedy lot.'" 1 remember Mr. Jooiah's white rest and cable chain, with enough appendages attached thereto to have set up a small Jeweler in a thriving way of business. The aisle and gallery of the church are now complete in my picture. I paint it as I sit in the aisle; in the distance you can see the aHar and chancel: and the ricar. who looks in upon me occasionally, says it is as like as can be. He is curious, however, to know the nature of the figures I hare sketched roughly in. There is a group passing down the aisle from the altar-rails where the vicar can still be seen at his post; and there is a figure standing alone and solitary in a pew, as if facing the advancing party. The vicar cannot quite fntitom the design. The church he can understand; but the meaning of the picture puxales him. I bid- him wait patiently for the solution of the mystery. When my study of the church was completed, I went home to the Bed Lion, and there I painted in my figures. There was little need for models, for iny sketch-book was full of studies. Turning to my picture, now progressing rapidly, I find that there are head! of two elderly men, and there is a careful sketch of a young man's face, likewise. There is a fair girl's face and a matronly countenance, and another face which seems not unlike that of 2Uas Blagden. At last, my task ie completed. The picture is a mere "study,'1 but it is a careful study withal. The old church you recognise at a glance; the figuresWell, we shall see. ' The ricar has been busily spreading a report that I have been pninttng pictures of the church, and there is curiosity to see them. I now propose that one fine day3 a very few of my Rockham pton friends shall come to see my work. The circle is very select. I hare invited only Mr. and Mrs. Spalding, the great Josiah, Miss Blagden and Jim. -I contrive, with a diplomatic cunning for which I hare not before given myself credit, that Nelly Spalding shall be admitted to a private view. She herself has been all anxiety to see the picture, and I pretend that by great favor she shall see it before any one else. Mine host of the Red Lkm has prepared a nice little luncheon, even to some dry Potumery, which "the great Josiah' '--as I hare been accustomed to call him, possibly from the magnitude of his waistcoats says be dotes upon. I make a malicious and unkind but perfectly lust mental suggestion that in early life "the great JosTah'' was better acquainted with the merit of " 'alf-and-'alf '' than dry champagne. Mine host has done his beet; and now I wait my guests. 1 feel nervous and excited; why, 1 oan hardly tell, but I confess to myself that I shall be glad when my little symposium is orer. Here at last. They troop up-etairs into the large room where my luncheon is spread. Mr. Josiah is looking rery large to-day. There is an air of jubilant triumph about him as be bustles about Nelly, assisting her in taking off her wraps and saying " nothings" which are anything but "soft," as the great man expresses them. To me, his air Is simply patronising. Mrs. Spalding is gracioui an usual ; and Mr, Spalding seems to regard the near prospect of lunch with more evident satisfaction than he does the prospect of an artistic treat. Mr. Blagden suggests we had better step in to see the pic tore lunch has evidently its attractions for " the jrreat Josiah." But 1 tell him I wait Dr. Brooke, at which announcement he subsides. Then I suggest totties Nelly that, with her mother s permission, she may now hare the picture all to herself for a momentary peep. Mrs. Spalding, who is deep with Mis Blagden In the mysteries of the manufacture of rhubarbjam, readily consents. Belly follows me into the room where my ptoture stands eorered with a crimson cloth on my easel. I close the door and nnreil it. Nelly gUncos at it for: a (smfftemWPJsssl AeWPJfc Jpterl(PJ smsjsjjr jpWlijs

I half falntlnsr not late ntr sjrmjf, so those oT Or. Jesse Brook, hut Into those ex Or. Ji who has most opportunely the scene. In snesc bless astonishment he gases at me, hat he too seems as if he were going to repeat Nelly's procedure as he glanoes at the picture. " For heaven's sake, Regy," says Jim In a hoarse voice, "eorer that picture up!" Nelly opened her eras In a moment or two, which seemed to me like an age. Jim had employed too interval in a fashion not unfamiliar to lorers, I believe. And when she did open her eyes, it was to clasp Jim round the nock, and her words were few but decided: " Jim, dear! I can aerer, never marry that man! I will do whatever you wish me to. But oh! they hare tried me so!" What is It in my picture that has so perturbed the lorers, and brought Nelly Spalding to her senses? Simply the interior of the old church once again. A ray of sunlight streaming through a chink in the stained -window falls on the sad, pale, tearful face of a newlymade bride. The bride's face is Nelly's own; and the pompous bridegroom ie Jonah Blagden, the artistic treatment of whose white waistcoat and chain has cost me no end of pains. Behind bride and bridegroom come the figures of Mr. and Mrs. Spalding; and in the dim distance the vicar Is seen still standing within the altar rails. But the central figure after the bride herself is the young man, pale, motionless as a statue, who stands in a pew and wltose ashv gase is fixed on the bride. The face of the man in the pew is that of James Brooke. The picture tells it own atory to Nelly Spalding. It pia:es the possibility of the future before her eyes as she has nerer dared to picture it to herself. It reflects in all its naked truth the fate to which through her indecision she may commit herself and Jim. And it tells its story so well that art conquers diplomacy In decision, and aids lore in its triumph over the great Josiah himself. Footsteps on the stairs. I eorer the Sicture again. Nelly stands beside Dr. rooke; her cheek is pale, and there are tears like dewdrops glistening in her eyes. The iron-master looms in ? 1 - T T ! . 1 . . me uoorwaj. ne taaea m inn mauer at a glance and frowns darkly at Jim and me. As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Spalding, who closely followed Josiah, hare entered the room, Nelly, to my surprise, walks quickly up to her father and takes his hand. "Father,'" said she. with a tremulous yet decisive tone, "you know the message you brought me from Mr. Blagden this morning? Give him my answer now. Tell him that I am going to marry Dr. Brooke." Now, it is my opinion that, had the discarded Josiah at this moment held his tongue, he might have got both Mr. and Mrs. Spalding to speak; a word for him with Nelly. But as it was he destroyed his own case at a blow. "Message from me? and this is my answer!" he said, In an angry voice. "Why, I care nowt nowt," he repeated, bitterly, "about the matter. I guess it was the lass's father and mother that wanted to marry Josiah Blagden's money perhaps they wanted some of it for themselves." The rudeness and vulgarity which marked the man came out unmistakably as he said these wonts; and, taking his sister's arm in his, and casting a look of vindictive scorn at the doctor and myself, be walked out at the door with an ungainly strut which was meant for dignity; and we saw the great Josiah no more. Mrs. Spalding was especially cut up by the parting ling of Josiah, as it was she who had maneuvered the matter thus far. Mr. Spalding, on the other hand, burst into a joyful laugh, and taking his daughter's hand, placed it in that of the doctor. After all had left the studio but Mr. Spalding, the latter asked me to tell him in plain terms how I had brought this about for he had no doubt I was at the bottom of it. I uncovered the picture, which Mr. Spalding simple, easy-minded gentleman that he was scrutinised with his double eye-glass, remarking to me that he did not quite understand it at all, but that it was wonderfully clerer, and that Josiah' s " weskit was as like as life." In six weeks thereafter I officiated at " best man" at Jim's marriage. As the organist pealed forth the jubilant strains of Mendelssohn, after the vicar's beoedictkm had been given, and Nelly, radiant and beautiful, passed down the aisle on her husband's arm, I could not help rejoicing in the success of what is now " No. 89 A Wedding March," though the faces in the picture as exhibited are slightly disguised, and Mr. Josiah' i rest has been shorn of certain of its distinctive peculiarities. This is the romance which, as I told you at the outset, bangs round the picture which in the Academy oala'ogue was numbered "39 A Wedding March." CWmAers' JmrnaL , m m " A simple and nourishing pudding may be made in this way: Take hsdf a cup of sago and a quart of water; boil until the sago is soft, sweeten it to your tsto; beat the yelks of three eggs and stir in, with lemon or other flavoring; beat the whites of .three eggs to a stiff frost, beating in a tablespoonful of pulverised sugar; put on the top of the padding and set it in the oven to brown. Another way is to eorer the bottom of a pudding-dish with apples which hare been peeled and cut in quarters; pour the sago and water orer them, bake an hour in a slow oren and eerrc with sugar and sweet cream. An electric battery conoealed in a statue of Justice is a new Gorman b veauoa for the execution ot criminals. The criminal is seated in an tUkssseism aeesnsk

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Ai washes i counties, Mich., gfces the I aascrtptloa of what hs saw aed ! Apitroaesiat; earth, sea and sky.prsesnted sa apaearaaes. At Pert Huron the very red sad roes la s sleuelsos say. As the steamer passed eut Huroa It ran hrteai of smoke sad base test was very painful te ths srest injurious te the iuasjs sad erestmg a etoud m dense that at aooedar ths sua merely made a klekljr, rsUewtsh ssaear m the air. This vast etoud of sssoks i entire be where His ssghtr te one must wide with a ease so diffused that earbjratioa is ditteult and daaxstous. The vtstoa extends scarcely eae-sighth et a mlk from the beat. The shares am mvM ble, and uassea steamers am heard ssnei in their to whistles In various dlri allies. It may bs thought forest ires known to bs la with the leases ef tea rears bersd, and with other lastaases tr noerd eC, any see could' bs surprised. there are weed ares yearly; they amount to much. Then all hosed to escape and were witling to betters that the worst wm ever. The people did make preparation; they often packed their vahMblss te taks away; they sot seek Ires; thep plowed furrows about their farms; they re solved to fight bravely far taoir The danger seat out forerunners; the i wm parehed, the air heated, everythbag dried up generally. There had been brisk wines, but m the fire approached the wines died away, creating a delusive hope of escape. Then, anally, preceded by nbowers of burning cinders, the fire, after lingering long on its road, perhaps, sudden ly rushed forward with the speed of a fast trotting hone and the roar ol a nQ way tram. The dead wind sprang up acd Mew a aurrfeane just in front of the ftasMS. Kvery barrier wm leaped, the very sir seemed all on lire. There wm so retvures mvo ia a ttypfft night for the lake or the aeareotltVMg water; so awful wm the beat and ths shower of esaders that a man plaeed la the eeeiteref a newly-plowed field of tweaiy-fve aeres would inevitably bum to death in a abort time. A dense and deadly smoke chiag to Uw ground. In fiying tor life along the roads, the falling trees made it neesssary te abandon teams, even if the frightened aatmais could be managed. The denM smoke made It dark m night ht the day time, and awful In the night, but the roads were the only paths to safety. One man, riding toward the fire, found it suddenly behind him, and only escaped by abandoning his hone and buggy te the flames. Thoee who escaped come in with their clothing scorched and often with blietered hands, facM and feet. On a spaes ef seven miles on one road six persona dead and dying were found. One family cotteteted ot the husband, nearly dead, with hah and whiskers gone and face and hands peeled, but his feet protected by high boots; his wife, lying near, bad her ckrtbtag buraea oft np to her waist and her legs staged their two eblldren, whioh they were trying to save, were dead. Probably a number et parents could have mved their own lives, but they died in trying te save their children. The awful fury of the fire te shown in Hs esteem upon the earth; tn places, the soil is actually burned to a depth of Mveral Inches, aeres and aeres of land have been divested et every living thing, dear down to the very roots in the ground, leaving the oouatry as bare m a desert, and strewn with ashes. In many eases one cannot tell by the looks the. d mere nee between a plowed field and one on which there wm a dene wood. There ate square miles of mads already for the plow, cleared as thoroughly m if years of labor had been expended upon them. And there are other square miles" where the pioneer can now make a farm by removing a few Mattered chunks not wholly eeaeoHMdand putting up fences. There are plaoM where fas telegraph lines were so effectually de etroyed that one cannot even find a vestige eC the Iron wire. A typical case of the ruin wrcught to thoM who escaped with their lives wm that of a farmer named Carr. He had a large, tick farm, with over one hundred acres cleared; large barns, with stone feunea tloai; a band Mate, well -furnished house, half a dozen horses, a number of eaUts, sheep, bogs and. poultry, a fine etelmrd, 2,600 busbsls of wheat, nearly a den-ear stacks of hay, plenty of oats, corn and potatoes. In snort, be wm what Is called a rich farmer, with a farm twenty to thirty yean old, with every convenience and comfort. lie and his wife were past middle age, with grown eblldren. They bad everything necessary for a prosperous, quiet, pleasant old age, but of all this prosper ity then Is nothing left save Mhes. Houses, fences, barns, horses, cattle, tools orchard, grain and haft everything except the nutwed. bare ground, are 1 gone. The rich man and wife of yesterday must begin life over again to-morrow, with absolutely nothins: but their bare bands and their fire-swept land. Use experience In escaping is also typical. The wife wm con lined to her bed. sick; the husband was tired with fighting lire. There were several children. At neon on Monday It wm evident that they must fly for their lives. It suddenly grew dark, no dark that the man had difficulty ht gettlng the horses. By the time be get them It wm so dark frets the smoke that be could not see to harness them; besides, the smoke blinded the eyes sad oppressed the lungs. He got the horses barnewed to the wagon; then he went Into the barn for a aeefciokf, and when be came out be could net ml the wagon and team. For a minute or two he had to feel about for them like a blind man. Then he went Into the house and carried his wife out on her bed, bed and all, and put her la the wagon. The children got In and a girl of fifteen drove the team off, three miles, In the darknem and Minding smoke, over a bad road, with trees falling and horses perfectly frantic with terror Mow she did It she hardly knows. 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