Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 25, Number 21, Jasper, Dubois County, 13 April 1883 — Page 7

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XX LOVE STOUT.

-Aim there IV) ondrwrtCN for

ism? for the matt nrecioua of

unes no innweneer I bad bent tempted U day, tempted by fsta and the devil. All summer long I bad been trying to clasp hands for a lift journey with a man I did not love; a ana noble of soul and born to the purple, who net up high linear against my poor gift of beauty and song. He threw some love into the.el, too, but I, (tat help me. had none to give In return. I bad bartered erewhile my whole poswssious for a few glance of a dark, dark eyre, and my note bad gone to pro-

CouMT. could IP It kept following mt about with fateful pcrsincy, for tondght I wan to give my answer to my hka4xira lover. I tried to look things in. the face, to eonottfce coat.

was a rood thinsr: it inxured

iove U oalr one

marry a man.

night be love and plenty of

money, and yet one go hungry all one a lif. I have known ueh things. 1 bad tried to make my life straight and fair. I kail tried to keep clean bandit and a pure heart; tried -(iod who know the Ht'creta of all hearta.

knows tbU-to light deHpair.

. - - - wmi. araea aaya. Worn bar of ni a tut masalae; loor calm niirhU

yroui which um tttkea tleeM were fretted

ltl - r. B" wltiwm for me."

w e ee tbruuffh ihadowi all our life

lHig. We come into thU world without onr Mag iriven a choice a to our

dvunt.and go out of it In the uune man

ner.

We have not been consulted aa to

Mrth or death. More and more the prayer

of Epictetu haunt me. "Lead me, Zeua

and Deattny, whithersoever I m ap lMintnl to go: I will follow without

wavering; even though I torn coward

and ebrtnk, i. anau hav to follow all

the a me." Should I marry Mr. Dacre? Wm he a good parti? aa the world said. Too good for me, as my lady elegantly phrased it. I had been born into the world amid

fierce throes of mental anguish. My mother's heart was rent with the great Sain of niy father's sudden death rowned off the Cornteh coast, for I. was born at nua. She lived until 1 was ten years old, a life of sorrow, and poverty, and renunciation. Then she died, leaving me to the care of a companionate world and my uncle. Of him I have already spoken. My lite dragged on with clogged wheels. I was always at war with my surroundings. Though too proud to express it, I had never realised my ideal of womanhood, or in any way rwn up to my aspirations and dreams. I had grown at all it had been

through pain and repression a fatal thing always for a warm-hearted, earnest woman. My uncle. Edward Earie, had procured me the friendship (?) of the lady in whoee hout I had passed a twelvt,-

month Mn. Lucien Granger, a distant

own. I was an unsalaried

or companion, our remote

eotisinship being always made arailable by my uncle. It was during my residence with that lady that my fate came to me. A young nephew of Mia. Granger's came to the hall. He was an artist, young and handsome, and fresh from a four years' sojourn in Rome. I need nt weary you with the prologu' or the epilogue of our love, for worth are so poor to express the heart's utterance. 0 golden dy,! O tender, patttionate nights! O princely heart, come back to me! Alan Leighton wa the last son of a high-lorn family, and because of the blue blood the united blood of all the Howardsflowing in hU veins, Mrs. Granger interposed her fiat agsinst our love, dreading, doubtless, the plebeian

admixture ot mine,

' Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice glass." 1 went down to the sea to listen to Its sullen roar; bear It tell its tale of human misery; of fair faces dead under its waves; of gold and jewels lying on green beds of moss; of argosies gons down, the wail of human

misery tnetr requiem. 1 lrte4 to remember all this, so that mine might not j seem such a great thing amid a world of sobbing and tears. It was a good thing to think of the sufferings of others, and try to ignore your own; a good thing. But, mv misery! the misery of the gun called Helen Preston! This girl was somewhat of a genius, the people said. She possessed the gift of somr and she was handsome, too.

men said. And she had two chances in the world, and If she had had money enough to have utilised her gift of song she might have had three. But she had smirched her soul, for all her beauty and gifts; had been false to herself, to God and humanitr: false.

too, to Reginald Dacre, for she kept her

love for Alan locked in aer heart. " I have sold my soul for houses and lands," ahe said, " and I am wretched. Mea culpa! Men culpa!"

" I have sold myself with open eyes,"

she said, "knowinirlv. with malice nre-

oense. I have no one to blame. That

Alan foreot his vows did not make it

rhrht that 1 should forswear myself

But the sea. with its fuss and fret.

made my heart ache, and the turbulent

water seemed wooing me tnunerwaro. The chimes of our quaint old church,

nlavinir nn old nornr. caused a choke in

my throat I would go and invoke 3 girls nmnd airs from the ortran. and mavhau ; shad

I should fonret the sess roar. 1 everybody else.

. . . .. ,

it was my wont to go taere to practice, and I knew the service would not 1m held for a half hour. The lights were turned down to a semi-darkness, and the obi sexton, with whom I was a favorite, had left the key in the door forme. The moon shone across the organ keys and across my face; and the trailing folds of my white dress looked

I almost srhastlv in its lbzht. 0 quaint

l . T V ,- fj 1 I T

oiu cnurcn; j uusini om curates; j.w

soon I would be far away from you, over the sea to my suitor's lordly home, carrying with me a heavier heart than my years should warrant. But it was too late to look back; and the fault was mine. I had ruined my own life, and must pay the price. Because I had been forbidden the desire of mine eyes, I had sealed my fate. I had bound my hands, and had intoned Phoebe Cary's wailing words:

I have turned from ttieswd sifts TV bo"r applied me. . . Because of tee one which Tar wisdom denied

mine own

Shall I try to tell of how I secured the note and hid it in my bosom, of how I rannp-stafrs and peeped for one moment into the mirror, twisting up my shining hair, and trying to hush the loud beat! air of mv heart, of bow I

rapidly traversed the path leading to

the church, dodging befeUM an osage hedge to escape meeting Mr. Dae re, hurrying on as soon as I was free, to be folded close to Alan's heart? .

And you will not laugh at me Alanr "Laura at you, my darling, and

wherefore?"

"Oh. for my mad flight, for the rec

roses scattered all along the road; fot

my unbounded joy at your return; lot proposing to run and steal the note, and, and things."

Jr or answer came tenner aiasea preaeeo noon brow and lips, and closed eyes, and Mr. Lord Lovel (Mr. Dacre) rods forth from the castle gates alone. CAt-

aego Znoatax.

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out

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I hare tmndafred mine eyes-yea.

aanssaare Doumi me:

I hare made me a darkness when ttrkt was

around me. Sow I cry by the warMe. 0 Lord.thstImisbt receive back my stent" "Peccavi," I cried, and my head sank

i npon the organ ami tears stained the

red ries at my throat. Helen!" and my bead was lifted crentlv and Alan Leighton' a tender eyes

met mine. "Alan!" was all my aston-

It is a pitv that blood does not always 1 fchtuent could utter.

tell. It wm an injrlnous triumph to

mi1-yet still a triumph to bare my white arms to the shoulder during our

srala nisrhts to which mv voice was al

Warmth in winter and delicious cool-1 ways invited contrasting their satiny

nod smootnness ana penect contour wna me

lean, Drown appenoages atxa. urnngvr folded over her aristocratic heart. But a cloud crept into the sky, and its shadow fell across our path. Alan was called suddenly by telegram to England, where his grand old father lay lving. We had but a moment for our farewells, for Alan's heart was rent

with sorrow, and I helped to expedite his departure. But one letter ever reached me. His father was dead, and he was Sir Alan

in summer, and prettiness

dustiness, and the entrance into good

WHiety. Yes, money wss a good thing, and position and power, and houses ami binds. 8o far. sood: but my soul

hsagered and thirsted for a love corameasurate with my own, which this man, who offered me purple and gold, had it not in his power to jgive, or, let me qualify that, had it not fit his nature to give. ' The stars enms out golden and soft, ad the fragrant summer dusk crept wound me where I sat inhaling the scent of uw roses. Ambition and love tore my heart by torn, and weariness, too, pat in a poor pitiful plea, fori was so tired, so tired. It was a brilliant future that Reginald Dacre offered me, wherein toil and weariness eotiM never come. I thought of the purple and fine linen; the lux srkrn rest; the etnolumeuts! Then my daily Ufa passrd In review before me that of oompanion to a haughty, fine Isdy, and a singer la a fashionable eburch, among fashionable saints and anera. I began to croon over the old Wire: fa a eaateh whlua is gaiMhmsd wfca mwltton lirlrereM, ""ayn JSMftm mm., .taji i i - U m nt n mm m CsaM saw at taw erowtl, wtta as paniers asm Mtata, l?ooltw f1 hwds asm '0 where in AH Maser, If tats la Att antnmr " I Had eatereMl upon this life from an naiored nd unloving home, a home doled out to me by the tardy justice of s grand-unole who had robbed me of my inaeritance. I thought at first I might

mid the sangreal somewhere in this ftr conniry. which seemed so fair, but slat! I had net even heard the swish of wings. I thought of It all toe fever and the fntj the petty jars; the misunderstandnsjs; the pain of lsicowpreheasion; the wgmidoned tod; the lagging hours; the awftti pavuses. This or ntarrlage; this or mstriags. It seemed written like a placard oa eftrth and sky. It seemed bound like phylactery upon the brows of the people as they passed to and fro; and soon tfwword ntarrlage lost nit Its signlfieaaee for me, as words do after oft repwting. Did it mean misery or happihesa. Mist or woe? This marriage ' that rung Its changes through my brain

--was it uod-armotntatr jum 0T bhiianssrJrHM enrseP Jon know t did not love this

. who offered me rest from my labors.

now. . . 'Mr Ihmciocs Haunr: Jty father, whom I lored and reepeeted above all men, died yesterday. 1 need not tell yon how desolate we feel and how the Ilsht seems to have died out of every nook nid corner. My dear mother is pmMrated with the blow which has taken away Use lover of her ronta, and 1 shall not be able to return to you for some weeks. Announce our betrothal, dearest, to my ana and uncle, which, ymi know, was my intention the Yery ntaht I was caUed away. He true to me. my darUns Helen, as I shafl be true to you. Uood-nhrht. dear lo-e. I shall write at length as soon as my mother aad I have matured our plans for her lowly future. Oood-tnSht,ood-ahrht. May aaaels sulde you, and may the oed Father fold about you Hta everlasthu; arms. Your friend and lover. , MAuut LaiosiTOK. Two years had dragged their slow lens-th along since that letter came, and

1 had never nearu irom Aism, mmgn era ring his presence as the prisoner eraves the sunshine. I had written him

and I had regretted that "He Kmto be wedded to an Karl's

handsome daughter," Mrs. Granger read aloud from aa open letter in her hand; "in fact, it was an old affair, prior to his visit to the hall, etc., etc. How I regretted I bad written,though the words had been few, merely asking If he had been enabled to procure me a certain book we had made mention of together, and the time was more than a year ago when I had the right thus to address him. And now! 0 pitiful Christ! another woman was to be his wife, and now I niuat never think of the old days, or the old dreams, or look into his dark eyes, or feel his kisses upon mv unkissed lips! Never! and I might live fifty years. And 0 the pity of it, out of aU this worki's million possibilities I had only the chance of two either to wed Reginald Dacre, a man old enough to be my father, or to be a com pan km to some haughty woman, lhad decided upon accepting Mr. Dacre. The tiny note of barely two lines I had. placed between the leaves of a book it was his nightly custom to read. But Alan! but Alan! I had thought him so true, so noble. I had called him "my prince," "my king," atone in the warm stWrtC Tassrpmr' neMJ es41NPnie. T will ut. mail thv unroba with mv

" I best whence m my heart.

Mr rirl. von have suffered, ' he

ejaculated, in a tone of exquisite tenderness. " Helen, my first sad only love, how we have been wronged. I onJv learned, an hour before I embarked, that you were not the false woman you had been painted to me. Mrs. Granger wrote me eighteen months ago that you had married Mr. Dacre. and left with him for Cuba.' A subsequent letter, without date or signature, inclosing the tiny pearl pin I had given your, left me no room for doubt. I left England forever, and have been on the wing ever since, finding no rest for my heart on sea or shore. Helen, I suffered as few men suffer because of losing you, and because of your apparent falseness. But I could not waste my whole life because of a woman's untruth, to I tied up the broken threads and tried not to look back. It was by chance I met Herman Sloan, and in the midst of mutual confidences be asked me why I had never returned to America and to the beautiful Helen Preston, who had declined aU suitors, and was still

unwed. Helen, I embarked that afternoon, and I am here, never to be parted from my darhng. When will we be married, sweet?" "Married! Alan," and the dreary Tiresent recurrhur to me. I withdrew

myself from his arms, and almost unconsciously my lips framed the words: "I haddfwrtlmawtyearto Yon had loved me. Who studl turn on fasef 1 care not If lot oome or o . Mow: than k min tor ,MM' ' Too late! Helen, my only love, explain your meaning, for God's sake." Then came a broken, disjointed tale of mv sorrow and temptation when I heard of his handsome and high-bora bride; of my weariness of the hall; of Mrs. Granger; of myself, of Mr. Dacre' s constant Wooing, and at last of the little note only this night thrust between the leaves of his book, making Alan's coming forever too late for my happiness. Rapid hoof-beaut along the road, and my courtly lover came In sight "Saved! Alan," and my words cams thick and fast

American society, as now carried on, is maintained solely for the benefit 04

young girls, and is generally little better than a marriage mart. The parent launch their offspring as well as possible, and display their wares to the rreatest advantage but the business

of the market is carried on chiefly by the vounar orirls themselves, instead of

by their mothers as in England and Europe. There is no special objection

to this method of transacting tne ousv

ness, out it is preposterous mat young

and their affairs should overw and shut out everything and

The result of this ab-

sorDtion in one clsss and one pursuit

is that American society is often insufferably dull and fiat It is made up too exclusively of brnorant arirls and

their attendant boys. Half the educa-

tion of a cultivated ana attractive woman is. of course, that which is de

rived from society and from the world

and yet American society is aimost

wholly given up to the tuines of entertaining and marrying those who are ueeeasarilv whollv destitute of such an

education. Another effect of the prev

alence of social nrineiples of this de

scription is the supremacy of that most rustic snd unattractive of habits, the pairing system, which converts society into a vast asKresmtion of Ult-a-lcie.

This nrevails ul over the world to

snreater or less extent, but it should

never feiirn supreme. The upshot

the whole thing with us is to drive of soeietv nesrlv all married people-

marriage under such a system is destructive of social value; nearly all. un

married women over twenty-nve, who are thought to have overstayed their market: and. finally, a considerable

proportion of the unmarried men of thirty and upwards. In other words, except at a few large balls and receptions, all the best and most intelligent part of society is usually lacking. It has been pushed aside, and 1

obliged to find all its social amusement in small coteries of it own. This retirement is. of course, voluntary, be

cause the pairing system ruins general society, and makes it. in fact, impossible in the best and truest tense. A clever young Englishman not long ago expressed his surprise at the fact 'hat, whenever be asked who a lady of a certain age, as the French say, might be, he was invariably told, not that she was Mrs. Blank, but that she was the mother of Miss Blank. The sir, like the boy, is properly the most insignificant member of society. When a young man goes forth into the world, he suits at the bottom of the ladder, and works his way up. The same rule should apply to young women in society. They have their place, and it is an important one; but they should not start hi social life at the top, and then slowly descend. Such a system Is against every law of nature or of art, and with its inevitable concomitant of universal Ute-4ctes makes really attractive general society impossible. We place the social pyramid upon its apex instead of upon Hi base,

and then wonder that It is a poor, tottering, and unlovely object. Atlanta

mb, r abm um QAmmu

tswongh the)

betting wsterwffl

stains. Pour the water

stain, and thus prevent its

over the fabric.

The Colorado farmer thinks polhsf

not only unneoesssry, nut a ajaeovntage to Lima beans, sad advises mm clipping off of the climbing tendrua,

thus making the plants low and bushy, and filled with pods.

Papered walls are cleaned by being ined down with a flannel cloth ht

over a broom or brush. Then out off a thick piece of stale bread with the cross on. sad mb them down with this. ' Begin at the top and go straight down.

Fuller, hi his "Small ruit unttsnv

ist," ssys: "I do not believe that there is one acre of strawberries in amonannd, cultivated in this eountrv, that ysakuj over one half that it would if thegtxnia

was properly prepareu oaiorepjaawaw.

Here is a valuable hint lor

Nothing; adds more to the

ance of a sardon than xood.

made walks. They should be

laid with coarse stone, or at least have

stone drains at the side, with

stones on ton. When walks

strneted of dirt merely, and without proper draiaage, weeds and surface water are almost sure to work havon with them. if. T. Xxamimtr.

Mniet is an excellent fodder vlant.

of which cows are exceedingly fond. is a warm-weather crop, ami needs to

be grown on a light, sandy soiL By manuring well it may be made to produce from two to five tons of hay to the

acre. A copious flow of mils: is produced by cutting the millet, aattinf slightly, moistening, and sprinkBng with a little meal.-Chicago JomrmaL Housekeepers in the country and att lovers of country walks should be ready for experiment when the first fruit trees begin to blossom. A handful of fresh apple blossoms put into the tea, caddy will give the tea the flavor and perfuses of some of the finest Rumian teas. The apple is a country cousin of the tan plant and much of the scent of imperial teas comes fsom mixing these with flower blossoms. Cranberry Pie: Place a quart of cranberries in a pan of cold water aad.

let them remain twelve hours.

them In several waters till the

flavor fa ouite cone: dry on a

doth, and nick carefully. Mix in

haxin with a ouarter pound of

Kmdered white sugar, and squeese the uice of half a lemon over the fruit. ut all into a pie dish, with a ' Urht paste for the top, and bake.

Apples cut up finely, with equal proportions of cranberries, is a aioe variety at this season of the year to the ordinary apple pie. A. T. Herald.

ThMsf tneUringtethe

"feurafte him in conversation.

regarding the hall, Mrs. Gninser, the weather, stocks, etc.. etc I wffi escape by the vestry door, fly to the haU! secure the note! and then, 0,'Alaa!" "My darling, my bright darting!" but I broke from his clasp and sped away like a chamois to the hall. I did not heed that the roses fell from my throat that a portion of my lace flounce srasrd a thorn-hush, or that my hair, unloosed from its fastenings, hung about mv shoulders. I think ft I had possessed a pleetof paper I skonld have M It aloft, astdehonUhnTsshotstsnia repnevwt a rawve

Raring men throughout the country, and mtrticnlarlv in this vicinity, will

be shocked to learn of the villainous

onerstion wrformed on that masrnifi-

cent young stallion, Onossdaga, who tmrried the Dver colors so well in his

two-vear-old form. The horse. It will

be remembered, was bought by Mittoa Young, last fall, and placed at the head of his stud in Kentucky. Onondaga, like all the LenmittSTtont. and partico-

larfy the recent onesT had anything but a eood temner. and. since he has oeea

at the stud, he has become savage. To

remedy this the horse was chloroformed and hie eves taken out. A well-known

veterinary surgeon, who until very re

cently maintained a racing smote, nenoueced this deed as a dastardly out

rage. ' I never heard of such inhuman nraeltv. ItwaasitoewthcT uuBicessery,

as they might have put goggles on hhn, or leather eye oovertngs. besides, the hone win srrow altosretber morbid in

hi dlejMMittast. and. beiasr unable to

see, wHl huh out indis5rimmstely.H-

M X. Moil awn nswress.

-Anthony Trollops, yant before he laid down his pen never to take it jm mis. wrote these words, which will

annear in his last nOVett

is good, truth is still better,

best ot an. iwove not bough V but all

itssjf

toys

and it

The Shah

stable

drsd

Panda believes k Be asm fr

in a

In 1654 the coffins containing the bodies of Charles V. snd bis descendant were removed from the vault in front of

the hiirh altar in the church of to JSS-

wrial to their final resting-plaoe in the

Pantheon. "As the body of Charles V.

was placed in his marble saxeoptajruf,"

writes Sir w. btirung-ssaxweu vvams-

ter Life of Charles V., 1863, p. 7I ,

the coverinen were removed to enable

Philip IV. to come face to face with his great ancestor. The corpse was found

to m quite entire, ana even some evng of sweet thyme, folded in the windrngabeet, retained, said the frairs. all tnetr vernal fragrance after the lapse of four score winters."

Bnt once more the resolute counte

nance of the victor of Muhlberg was us

he seen bv a degenerate successor.

Toward the end of the eighteenth cent

ury. Charles III. of Spain, at the request of the author of Vatfaek, ordered the marble sarcophagus which contented the body of the famous Emperor of the

West to be removed irom its mtme asm

the lid to be raised. The features, so weU known from the portraits by Titian, were still uncbsnged, aad the wild

lhrme. ssthered m the vera of

eocia by the Jeromite friars

two cmntunen Deiore wan

sweet In ISIS, while a passage was beine;

conftrweted under the choir of Bf. George's Chapel, Windsor, aa aperture was accidentally made in one of the

George IT,

walls of Henry VIIL's vault

ronlns were seen, and it was i

that one of them mhrht bold

mains of Oiartes t The vault

amiaed hi the presence of

and other distinguished peraoas, whom was Sir Henry Halford,

the work pubhehed by him ("AnAooouat of the Ooeniaa of the Chain of

Charles L. 4to. 1811") I

for the details of the interesting

dent On opening the coffin supposed to contain the remains of the unsortnsmte monarch, the body was found wrapped in cere-cloth, aad the damp folds about the face adhered to closely that on being detached it was found to retain an impress of the royal countenance a circumstance which to ardent loyalists would doutless recall the legend of ts. Veronica. The head was found to be aetmrate from the body, and the sdaok

hair of the bead was cut short at

neck to facilitate the beadsman's

But no drrarostantiai evidence

netsessnrv to prove that the

Charles I. had st last

."3

found. The)

long oval face, and the bown potato! beard, which the pencil of Vandyck hen

rendered so familiar to us, worn stones rwogntsed. When the face wm firs

seen the left eye was full

Kvanuwed almost

nomrs to the air. Altar n

when the identity of the

ttlaoed berood a donbt, the

X m . .

closed aad toe van