Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 26, Number 13, Jasper, Dubois County, 1 February 1884 — Page 7

WEEKLY COURIER.

C. 130AWIC. Pafellnner. JASfSB. - - XKOIAVA. rjfjf MM 88 AOS OF THE SNOW. oa, throat uu forest Aa 1 ml MM atlsat. Mm sad falrJaUstteaaow. IfeeJa the snow: Uww mum' awt ia winter's iy el Watts Ktaur rmt nlumpaaat letsust the WMMrMnU' straws. Vmj Mw4rofMi peas atrtwdr leaa ism mow; Hoatets Maachsdjrkh ttsud terror Yet they aeaUe MOMtr ham, Aad ths now." O'er n Mow. WVliS ti CMtt & mmII MMM mm. For uwaaew CkUs Ui muM ibe rMiahaS a fsvsied tie and truaMad faun WRi UN) Ttt! mMt with nwlns virgin NUiw, Type of HMremjr surtty, tertot! Tttl snloaseu tnoaskts arts'J are teamfteei earn! re, i totter llfetsover Jmt we shut to psaterul stawber, 'Neath tk mow: VBMauHHalaB sUBnaamn assnaM ffaaaiei aaaeiaaah e Lt gp?" mt r pyg -? "twv . to wur those wrtiwuttM8 wwttw aWt nVftsleoTenesrY Jbow'e$snBw Wlm a young married clerk suddenly knee hi situation in a provincial bank urbere employer are reducing their bands, it doe not follow that work can be bad for the asking in London; and so Mr. Tom Craven found himself still seeking employment many months alter hie savings bad dwindled down to a few pounds. The lat re source of the young couple was the sate of every available article of raltte they possessed, and when my story open yoang Mrs, Craven waa on the point of starting to sell the Inst remaining raluabte namely, bar husband's boots. "Ibe children must lire," said the voting man. looking at two tiny figures In the bed; "and aU my other clothes are done for, so the boots are no use to me. The only trouble is that yen hanld have to take tbtm; Clara." "But, Tom, you caa't go without hootsT Tve got slippers,'' replied Tom. HMak basts, dear no one will see you fatted." Besoived to keep up, Clara stooped Ipr the boots, '"ftomrflrtiaar must Mini vjp soon jwrhaps, you'll bear from Brown Co. to-norrew,,' she said. "Very likely," responded Tom, in a i piMiilhig tone. Brown ami Co. wore his 1st 9 employers, and bs had written to them asking if they could possibly take him back --with faint hopes of Quickly the boots wore put into an oM leather bag, and Mrs. Craven dressed herself in a shabby waterproof aad bonnet, and covered her face with a thick veil. Then he crept down the creaking om stairs and out into thenar row street with a heavy heart, and eyes into which the tears would ooroe. It was one of those old Westminster streets which are so close to the dwelH lags of the great, and yet dirty and , disreputable themselves The respectable persons dwelling there bad all been reduced to the depths of poverty. The other inhabitants were chiefly remarkable for their varied vices. Gusts of wind mads the street lamps flteker and cast strange shadows as Clara Craven sped on towards the shop where Jeft-ofT' clothing was purchased. She paused a few doors on to let some persons go on their way, for she was sorely ashamed of her errand; and as she stood thus her eyes felt on a placard that was fixed under the light of a lamp on the wall of a police station. A0 Reward." "Fifty pmrndsP How nice to get ft!" thought Mrs. raven, and then she took another look to see if the coast was ejearfor the business she had in hand. Two more people were coming. Back wont bar eyes to the placard, and she read that this reward was offered to any person who would give such information as would lead to the couvictkm of the perpetrator of a daring jewel robbery. ' "Wis I oould ostoh tho thief!" Clara to herself, hah laughing, half sadly: aad when the looked again towards the wardrobe shop she saw she might venture in. After hearing her husband's boots depredated ia every possible manner, she tiniitlly accepted in pitiful price offered, and then stole back into the street, where xhe purohased a few of the absolute necessaries of life, and ordered some coate, which r s bov wheeled in a bar itrw behind be? until they reached the door of the lodging-bouse. "Would you mind earn ing them np to my room in two baaketsful, if t give you Iwopem-e?" asked Clara, gently. The boy nodded by way of answer, and the young wife opened the door with herjatoa-key, aad ran up for an ota MSfcst. While sue wm gomng tuts out offber room a man bad wiitly entered the house and passed up the stairs. The coal-boy never noticed him, for ha baok was turned to tin door, and be was saMrly whtckiag the signs of tot iieirniitilisy ngirtbsTwesn two tonvoftn

oa aa opposite door-step. The stairease was very dark, so when Clara

fame down with the banket the man bad sqiieoaad himself into a corner unobserved; and when she went on her way, the stranger pasted on to the top of the bouse, and entered the room behind that occupied by the Cravens. An hour later a snug glow of fire warmed the young couple and their children: and the latter, having been satisfied with s meal, went sound aleep. Tom watched his wife's busy lingers mending shabby clothes for awhile: and then he, too, went to bod. sharing her ferveut hope that "something would turn np to-morrow." And so it can at out that, when nil were fast asleep, Clara sat on by the fire that still burned cheerily; and after eleven strokes bad fallen slowly from the big clock, and the ro.tleas roar of traffic was somewhat leas la the ever busy streets, her bands lay idle in her lap, and she blew out the candle to save its light for another time, and turned such a aad young face, such troubled blue eyes, upon the flickering tire that it seemed bard, bard so young a life should be so old ia sorrow. A sound of voices in the next room roused her. There was a door of oommonieation between the two rooms, which was of course locked, but which made sounds easily heard. Clara knew that their neighbor was an elderly woman; she bad met her on the stairs sometimes, and she wondered who her visitor could be at such an hour. Tbeu the sound of frightened sobbing and expostulation made her listen attentively, for she feared her neighbor was ia trouble, and determined to rouse her husband, if necessary. "Not yet. Jot! Oh, don't say you must go yet!" "Mother, I've stayed too long already. They'll be after me sharp, now the rewards out! Think of 60, mother! The men who tempted me, aad got the Jewels, would round on me now and get the reward.'1 This wa t, then! But one, slight wooden door stood between Clara and the thief she hn'd wished she could tied Only to step round the corner. There! she knew, was the police station, and. for tht news she brought them she would get j&0! She clasped her hands tight, and sat perfectly still, all the while knowing that every second less ened her chance of securing the living Eiece of property valued at 60. In sr present straits. 50 seemed a fortune to her. No one who has not gone through a similar experience can ever know what that temptation was to Mrs. Craven. As she, sat, her strained ears caught the mother's voice arain. "i 11 not keep you. though my heart hi breaking. My bonny boy come to lots: on, uod, most merciful, save him from a felon's doom!" "Mother, nrar for me. If X escape. I vow to lead an bonest life and make a home for you. It has not been my fault Fray God to forgive and help Clara's gram of her bands relaxed. Then, with whits face and sorrowful eyes, she stood np and looked at her two Uuy sleeping boys. Then on her knew she fell, and stared in earnest prayer until she board the stealthy foot steps creep down the stairs, and the front door closed; and then she stole to the window of her darkened room. and, looking out into the lampUt street, watchod a quick walking figure in an old country woman's cloak with a deep cape, and a large poke bon net, such as iter ota neighbor always wore; aad she knew that the young man had escaped in his mother's clothes! TI. in an old oonatrr town was Mum Greybrook s. A steep ntgnt ot immaculately dean steps led from the pavement of the If toll oftMttt. t kjM kail tlmr with It shining brass knocker and bell -handle. f in Mui mi n( ut nail donr wm a. lu Wv.wixlnw. fast hiffh eMMtarh to make it inconvenient for say one to offer to snake nanus wita aim ureybrook when they were in the street and she was tending her flowers in the window. At the back of the broad hall that went straight across the house there WstM ttsWtaat IMflinfT flOWIl IBIO IXrfffl. walLWawMfc tMi-tlmnat ritad) thmm IwATuf in closed oy a mosuaauat onca wan uuu m . . I f t It 1 effectually protected the frutt aa now era from uiiferiur finirera. Inside the house everything was exrJ mtltk mm! iviiut nrMnlnrt VTiad ftmvtwnnk herself wm rssarded . , ,t S 1 L 1 0y tne tOWns-lOIK M pecmnsr, rat ner peeuliarity being axsompaied by riches, she was never made to feel it unpleasantly. In person she was tall and angular, and a pair of piercing black eyes that shoos out fa vivid contrast to her gray hair gave her a remarkable appearance. Her caps were always made high and her dresses shorter than anyooilr else's, ami she made no change for fashion or favor. Now this old lady was Mr. Tom Craven's godmother. And on the very oold, dull winter rooming, of which I have now to speak, she had risen from her high-backed cha'r In front of the bright steel fender at sound of the postman's knock, and wlvaaeed to meet the elderlr servant who brought In the letters on a stiver salver. "None from him." sahi the obi lady, when she was alone again, turning over four letters eagerly In search of a handwriting that was not there. 'Toor and proud, like his father! Well. Fve men innh fAlle la nav time, but if he refuses my offer. I question if there s a companion idiot for ch a roan!" It was three weeks staoeihe bad writta to Tom Cravwn, addressing her Jettor to ibe oftes of Brown f Co., by whom ibe tnomrttt he was still employed, and et1ng to overlook tho hideous mistake be bad made in marry-

lag a peerless orphan-girl, and to dovote a substantial asm to farther bis

osoeots in life. On tho venr morninsr that she was bewalliasT openly bsr godson's pride, and secretly her own, our friend Tom received a reply to the letter be had stent to Brown (k Co., politely regretting that they could oo nouung lurtner to help biro, and lociostag JtMS ureyorook s letter, which had been lying nearly three weeks at their office. Clara, with the sadness of th last night's struggle still upon her, ran down the rickety stairs at sound of the postman's knock, and received the let ter for her hadmnd. When she arrived, breathless, at the top floor ega n, she watched his face as he opened it. The few polite lines from the busineai men fell unread to the ground, while the envelope thev inclosed was torn esgerlv open, Clara looked over his shoulder and read, too, and then with one lance at the renewed light and rigor n his worn, anxious faoa, she reTinquisbfcd her rote of bravery, and cried opt the misery of months In his arms. Bobby walked and Bertie crawled to the scene of action, and seeing their mother in tears, lent a shrill aid to the chorus. Upon which they were hissed, blessed and cried over till they thought the world (represented to them by their father and mother) had gone mad. When partial calmness baa iptnmod. ins apose jojouaiyr " Now wife, mil s something of your small store, and send a telegram from me to the dear old gin!" "Tom!" cried Clara, laughing through bar tears, how disrespectful. But, the telegram wm . sent and brought in solemn wonderment to Miss Greybrook before ton o'clock by the postmaster himself. When once she had the opened paper ia front of her eyes. aad devoured the information that her godson was hi London, and desirous of seeing bar immediately she gave orders for a By to be ia readiness to catch the. next uptrain, and that her fur traveling ekmJc and boots should be put to the fire immediately. Ia the anxiety that all the domestics felt to take a share in the general excitement. Miss Greybrook' s cloak threatened to be torn in pieces and when wanted, one fur boot was found warming in front of the kitchen fire, the other reposing on the sheep-skin rug beside the drawing-room steel fender. However, vouobsanng never a word of explanation, but, happily for the sanity of those she left behind, dropping the telegram in the hall m she walked out to the fly, Miss Greybrook started alone on' her travels. The dull foggy shades of a IxNtdon winter evening nad gathered, and two big and two little faces were pressed tight against the grimy top window of a house ia a Westminster street, as a cab drove up. "Go and bring her up-etairs, Clara," mid Tom. "I can't go la my slippers.'' "Yesbut I'm so afraid of burr1 All fears were obliged to disappear. However, for the object of them had not waited to be brought up. She bad intimidated the landlady by tne commanding voice la which she bad desired to he shown to the apartments of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas (srejr brook Craven; and that fat and lasy person had preceded the strange lady rapidly up so many flights that on reaching the top landng Miss Greybrook stood silent and stately, for she oould not speak. She waved the landlady down again, just as the latter wanted to look in and see what would happen next Then Tom advanced, and his godmother kissed him first then his wife. Then, observing: Bobby aad Bertie, she grimly smiled, and remarked aloud, bat to herself, evidently : " Children, of coure! being aipoor as church mice,' Looking round the a retched room, and shaking the three chairs, she chose the least rickety, aad sat down. "Pack up haven't got much to pack that I can see. You must all come back with me to-night." Tom Craven aad Ids wife exchanged glances, and at Inst Tom aefermttiaUy ventured to speak: " You see. dear godmother, we we need a few things to make as presentable at your house." "Eh! what? My bouse is my own. Come as you are." The worst must be said, then! " But please excuse such a state of matters, but I've rut no boots! Mum Grevbrook .gasped, and stared from one to the other. "J8oo my godson without tools Here, Clara that's your name. 1 believe rue out. ehikL and buy all you need for everybody: and let us get out of this place: I caat breathe.' Awav ran poor Clara, a dding the fat purse Miss Greyhroofc Into her band, and all m u. . scions what she carried ia H. It felt so full, however, that she took a cai and drove first to a boot shop where she purchased for her husband, her children and herself. Then came a big r overcoat for Tom, and wraps for the little ones and she told the cabman to drive home fast. She had paid for her purchases with sold, and bank notes crackled m she closed the puree. Mhw Greybrook carried out her Intention, and bustled them all off to the station. The children slept all the way in the comfortable nrst-chun carriage. It was eleven o'clock when they drove up to the door of the old tody's bouse, and she grimly counted five beads in nurhtcap thrust out into the night air from her neighbor's windows--anRmjrst them the Kef tor's with a flannel rolled round as extra proiootfoa. Inside the hones nil was done to the right way as sod as the word was given. "My godson, bis wife and children have coma to Hve with me. Light

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get sdpper. in. flourishing In a huge firm hi a seaport town where his godmother's money had bought him a partnership. It was only a short daiiy railway Journey to bis work, ami he and his family were still happy inmates of Miss Oreybrook's bouse. One dsy Clara accompanied her husband to this seaport town; aad before taking leave of him at his office door, and proceeding to make the purchase which wm her ostensible reason for bringing her bonnie face and fresh winter costume through the grimy streets, she waited wbilo be went in for a book be wanted her to change. White she wm standing outside, great crowds of poor, respoctable-iookiag people came in and passed on to a large room oeyond. She wm told they were emigrants, inst abost to start for New Zealand. She watched their faces with kindly interest m young and old passed bv. and presently a woman ww seemed old to be thinking of such a journey dropped bar purse just in front of Clara, who stooped to pick it up. In returning it she saw what made her slop the woman and eagerly question her. Yes, it was bsr fellow lodger in the old Westminster street, and with a face of quiet happiness she told the lady that a young son who bad gone to Now Zealand three years before had sent bar mooey to join bun. "He's my only one, ma'am, and wm a trouble to me once, but praise God he's doing well now! Then Clara m gentle tones wished her welL and when her husband came back to her she reminded him of the events of that miserable Bight which so far so very far off from the ous to-day, aad ia a hushed and nraaneraus ' w. it tons, sue an: "Thank God. Tom, that '50 Reward!"' fan, tn Argoty. we never had -Minnie DougWorth has just completed several nmarnificent and novel robes for the Princess of Wales, and among them is a drea composed of cream-white satin. ducbesse laoe, cream velvet brocade and plain noosegranate velvet. Among the pretty fans carried thai season are those of a bugs oval shape made of white or tinted satin, aad covered with row after row of painted bum. In the center is placed a cluster of pond lilies lamgtea wttn tern ironus smilax. Wide stripes appear to be taking high rank in the faabionsof the day, tne leading importing hotises showing a ra markable choice of them. Thev are faahtoeable in silk and satin m in other materials, the difference observed being that the silks are principally in light evening tints, the woolens of darker shades. The stripes are often three inches wide hi satins, with aa alternate stripe equally wide dotted at mervals with tiny clusters of embossed flowers hi atotural hues. These striped fabrics are still venr frequently kilted, even for full-dress wear, the plain stripe showing but little, being lata peneatntne soworbroeaded one, watch is fully displayed. Nearly all the white toilets for young rirla are now made with the round waist. Some are of the blouse shape. for very slender youeg Indies, gathered full at the throat, and also at the waist. The bodice opens surplice-fashion, showing a chemisette Mums mads of dainty lacs or plaited Base caught ut front by a draw-string of velvet or satin ribbon. The Marguerite sleeves are sometimes of lace and eometimes of the dress fabric trimmed with tore frills. Often the white dress is made np over a slip of pink. bine, or mauve taffeta or foulard, and trimmed witn nooous to correspond, but the perfectly white toilet, with broad white satin sash and bows, to oeashtored in more perfect taste only relieved by bright Lowers placed sere and taere upon oooic ana sktrt. Bovalty haviaar very recently ordered the weariaur oflrisli poplins has, of course, brought these neglected fabrios into bfarh fashion once arain. The newly imported poplins are scarcely to be disuturuiabed from some ot tne tnCK, rieh-ribied ottoman silks which are o attractive, but wear so badly. The makers of the new Irish poplins have. while regaining the desired quantity of tturaotlity, succeeded ta imparting a beautiful sheen to the surface, and by reuderinr the material soft and flexible. the requirements of present fashion for mnacefui oounant dmntngs are tuiiy met. The latest high art tints are shown as well as the time colors of golden fawn, gray, mauve. and silver with which we am au famil MM. 1VI w . . . . mot ',m , t.otv.w win ww sake of prejudice or eoonomy white satin to dispensed with, white poplin is exquisite, and really more bekomlnsn another thing hi its favor being that if at aay time desired It can when soiled be dyed aay desirable rotor. A new mode of utilising the bandsoane broad ribbons we see everywhere to as follows: Take a good feagtk of ribbon, tho texture soft and fhWoring it round the neck, and pin on the left side, under the ear, with a silver bar or tooe pin. Mow draw both ends towards the throat ia the center of the secure there, aad allow the lengths to descend over the bust, so as to form the fMbtoaaoie bulging vent This to dons by turning the ee under ncnth and fasteaiaa them with safety pins. On little people the vest does not reacn neiow tne stxtn oustoa, or abonts, but a more elongated ar ment may be found more bsroaaing to ataoPs aF unaBstonnan fiiev ejnanAnaauaa fiJlanAnaaa1 satnsanBanvenajnp sea s sa wniwenn sjmsut s anasssjej eTenwuinT be of tne same kind ami osjor to . - v t m uunai, 4s (r roar

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Bsv. E. P. Ttoi Momttdv, civet una of life In Newwatr: ivderaoru loocsa oowa rrom aa aa . m a, M a rene heights, crowned with d mellow Sabbath bells morning air with music, as wa into the Port of Bergen, where we romained until atundsy sdternoon. anas. seven-hilled town is one of the in Norway, and its name signifies a It was a roval residence eisht years ago. aad the most Important land and naval battles of subsequent eenturies were foojrbt here. It had thirty churches and monsstcTies. Tne eaiic Lsawue gave imputes to its Bo. sod Benen became bus burtiest oenter in the kingdom. its pietajreeque Bituauoe I shall never forget the i tv of that June naorninc. as ws Bergen. I have spent five abroad and seen mneh of soeaerv. from tho Hebrides to fnmt St. Petersburg to Madrid aad bsv Ioad, but few points of more alb-ring m l ness have arrested my ssteatioa than that old Norwegian seaport, with its noise aaumttAeater of nius ana its sm'-ling earirnsts, hying wa brurtat under taom iioiaiiess skies. Three thinzs make a somas skm along the coast of Norway i ttctng m a traveler, xne a deur of those stern, solemn, as ins mountains, austere and bold. glorious in their strength and solitnde, to the first. Their gray and melancholy peaki often rise sheer sod clear from the tiords to a oonsiderable height, aad present sometimes a weird and fentas tic shape, m at the Iofodon Islands, with their counties pinnacles, com pared to shark's teeth, or the Seven Sisters, four thousand feet high, that seam to clasp each other with frosty fingers in the upper air; or most notable of au. perhaps, the Giant Borsenmn, under the Arctic Circle, a mysterious Wsence that every Norseman feels, aad la which he has a superstitious awe. this sets gests another element, the historic and legendary interest attaching to localities. The old VtkJncs have their memorials oa sea and shore. It to deltontfa to look at this grand scenery through the misty pel sportive of romance aad mythology. But more than all is the bewitching beauty of a ceaseless day, which ia vests with a subtle charm that which otherwise might bs bleak, bare and chilling. The Bne grsoanoM ot ooior m say sea sea. on mountain and moor, the atmospheric eoodiUous in these high latitudes where there to no night, give a plenary and crowning gterr to the view. To teilthe attractions of this town of Bergen would require a book. To tho lover of unttenJtyths muisnm sahwas materials for freoosat aad proasngsm study; to the lover of art there to the gallery of paintings by native srtistK to the rdiilaatluoptt the oldest and lamst hospital for lepers hi Enrono to full of laterest, and to social aad church life, the Sabbath Mi, Bat Alwaya hi Who is this man "The one who is his bat on the back of hit eyes basing oat?1 'That to the serrant girl the other night to the water so the nines i "And the good: girl obeyedr Not exactly. She meant to, bat her on came np aad she forgot aU about it. ConsexjoenUv there wm a he ess up. roar girl! She fat very sorry. If tenrs would thaw the pipes ahs wooM shed 'em by (bo hundred?' 'IhI wk AnM Am aauaai 1 He is oa his way to) ths "And what will the plumber dor "Me wtit snow tne man i,a7a which wars booked before be came fas, bo sttondod to) at "Aad will there be any swoarhnrr "There will, aay boy! There w&Tbs swearhur aad stsmpinc and arowttng and blasting, bat It won't tot part of the plujnbsr. He wtB his serene smite mroaafh It aO. the ether msa goto omfaf wind he wftl retire.' "To his ofneaP 0h,no! Ba wfllgossT said bay hlnsself an nhobol buna, have a draawtot wvss was wnfwei iwawams aw w w a aan-enkSip nil it for nam, and as wm romra . to thsw oat the pipes for hfommtf. can tnns masxa a saTinsr ox t bousaod aollsrs, saying mrthlng of ths pes wiaal satisfaction ot getting nfaoad of a plusaber.'' "And will bs sacceadr "Not by a John stasis! Bs will crawl under the house, scalp hlnamif oa the toists, fill his knees win rusty noils, choke himself with the soman, aad finally crawl out and give it up." "And wait for a thawF" "No, she-e! He won't wait for anything. Btoll stdp down towaforafmrnttnre his Ihaadtohveei. lts ehssamr to niw thma to) thsw out Aa Knginm MSMWUoner gava a lady a mixtars of aostle sold to dissolve a pin she had swallowed, and said it wouM do the work tot a Bat the medical authorities bate It was de cided, watt i tar, that mate IB I bodmt toatjasMii usaatly and uuliw rj Todad by abs aoooa of ths ssat fat hse afdannAsiry eaanl.

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