Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 27, Number 18, Jasper, Dubois County, 20 February 1885 — Page 3

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FIELD-MARSHAL FRITZ. The ItagirairrHiiMtFr'N Story. W Merer knew tk MttntkHl'M name; He wm wta t from my mule rVWMrMtl rnu: from whettee Imisowe We IMii t cans until too kite. Thi Mnuure kor well I now resnll The wealth of color In His owe, UU white ltnHtHi hi". hi nVure tn!l A tj Ki fanilllur to hit met-. We jirew to know lilni very well, Fer every ly lie emtio to wty, With nhxIou voice; "Mease, can yon toll Is Hi)' miihII Ia'Iih come to-tluyir" JJttek day for yours, through rain hiuI Rhine, ' He uol the seir-sauio words uwl tone. Aim! wrokei the rootns hKhik the line Ami nelly turnetl away alone. Fomotln.es he wnijrlit the emigrant. Atel ilk-d hisettxor questions there, llMt m1) they K've wits liltys pUnee: I'erliHps It kc-j t lilm front di.'BjwIr. We often Hskoil him 1-onn's hko; "sHxteen." hesakl, with ttioiiulitful ntlen; Ukl Time hml lialHiiectI linn's ihhto To Frit a she never imssch! sixteen. I kottnl the storr stul at last Mow Lena's Klifji. lonifeum nkoiio, Onostorim nlKlit Mxhore WHet Ami sank -with ull-U-tore the lawn. We know, of emirso, that Fritz was lift, ThKt s why tin' boy, it s- my iK'llef, At Ills iiutnt tlioire never IhiikIunI, Anil always listened to he K'ricr, Yet we rnuM see. ilen t " hl unilh-. That illmtiointineHt s constant wear Whs eHtlnjr. like- a cruel Mle, lute his oMtlwo hoiieful air. 1 think he felt the truth hi lust: l'nt Mire I iie!el It hy the way He Htiitteril,Hi lie stijIieU ami passed; "Xo little Lena comes to-ilayl ' Yet eotnu cheil il; one mi tiny morn the wliisjKn.l wonl was swlttly timiiirht That I'rlw, white on hi ponrcli forlorn, lIcneatH an cm.' lie's wheels was cauxltt. If in hurt whs mortal, yet he swilled Front where lib HiHiHtloJ form was iiroppM, Ami lieckoneil to us "Is tncin chikl -N little Lena T' there lie MomiI. A look of rupture fllktl his face. He stretckeJ hi arm antloftly erletl; eht I..iik. herohero Ik the place!" Then a thev met he souRil ami tiled. II. (. lUf, in Courkr-JoHnuih IN DISGUISE. How Mrs. Rose Entortalnod an "Angel" Unawares. A happier, prouder little woman than Mrs. Rose, when at last the deed of a house ami home hi her own name was ghen lier by Tom, vow never .saw. To Im .sure, it hail been taught subject to a mortgage helil hy a wealthy np-ootintry stock-raiser, who let out lib inonev that way; that, together with the fact that it was liable to foreclosure- nir? at any time, was tho only drop of bitterness in the cup; and when that was paid oil", bliss would be runuing over. But, nieanwhiU, what a model house and home it was to be; outside, a blessing to the eye of the passer-by; and inside, a jmradi.se to the dweller; and all its work to run oh a perfect system, and the servants to adore her! Then as for the neighborhood, in what hospitality Blos.otulmtik was to glory always a fork laitl at table for an otherwise tinexacted guest, always a welcome ready, the house a refuge for all the human race who should claim it. And if a baby shtHild be hung in a basket on the door-handle, oh, heavens! what joy! And if a traveler should break his leg in the street , and In brought in for weeks of healing, then joy aga'n it might he an angel in disguise! And, in truth, nine .t of licrpurpc was fulfilled; the plaee ahowndud in hospitality; the neighbors did love to run in: the servants did adore her. The sisters and brothers and husband chatted Mr., ltose :t little, but. on thewhnK Itlossoinbauk for all its mortgage was a net of haj)iiiuess. Yet when the travehT did come, he did not look at all like an angel in disguise. They were at tea one of their ordinary tcaN, ni which, when the table was full, the rest sat about where they could, and all was gay and h ippy as If there was nu a mortgage in the world when Mainly, the tabic girl, whimpered in Mrs. Hope's ear some words that made that laughing lttdyV face look grave a moment, and then irradiate with ineffable happiness. "Oh, what is it now, Hose?" cried Hello, "I know you've just heard of some horrible case of distress by your face." "Awful!" said, Kosc. risinjr'-Awful! A joor man struck with paralysis in his wagon out here by the gate." 'Paralysis In his wagon?" paid Sarah, who was always amused hy Hose's ngoliies. "Paralysis!" said llelle. "I suppose- so. Mandv suys his horse Mop,cd at the brow of the lull" "That he did. mem. and won't budge, and there's a dozen men and boys out there, and two of Ihcni has climbed the wagon and shook him, and he's as sound uk a lor. The Seven Sleepers couldn't Witke him.n "The poor, poor fellow!" said Mrs. Hose, "dust think how dreadful! Away from home, nobody knowing who he is or when.' lie belongs struck down hi the dark. Oh, it makes my blood run cold! And we mtistu't stand talking about it, ntul ho jierhnps dying." And Hosi wuh hurrying to the iloor and out Into the May-tiight chill ami dusk, without hat or shawl, and everybody was Hocking after her. "Oh! he has certainly had u stroke!" nahl Hose, a she clnmliered down from the Wagon where the llgnre sat

holt upright, iron, iimiiiitHble, the head fallen on the breast, the only sign of life lieing tho heavy sturtorous broatltiug. Not all tliu shaking and hauling of Stout Parsons, who had jumped up on tli other side, produced the slightest ellect uiKin' the sleeper. "Lift Tilm out, Stout, said Mrs. Hose, "you and the re;.t of yon, as gently as you can, and bring fiini In, and then lead tho horse- into the yard, and call William to take care of him. 1 know Mr. Kvatis will wish it. Indeed" she added to the Hock behind her, "I don't see that there's anything else to do;" and she tripled In light-footed, and In what, under other circumstances, would have passed for a state of ecstasy, to have a cot brought down into the pretty little reception-room, liecauso it was nearest the door, the teak table, the pride of her heart, with its great elephantine curves, pushed aside, pillows and blankets brought down, and hot water made ready. Ami after the insensible form was 'brought in, and the men were taking oil' the outer garments, she herself was tearing bandages, and stirring up mustard and white of egg.

pausing only to run in w ith the cologne bottle, as the men bore him along, which, however, she dropped, spilling every article of the contents, and scattering about the odors of Araby the Most. And then the poultices were put on Stout Parsons arranging one on the nit of the stomach, and she herself 'finding them on the soles of Ins feet and the back of the ankles, upon his wrists, ami the back of his neck, anil that done, running to dispatch William for the doctor live miles oil'. During the whole operation the man remained lifeless as a log, but for the heavy breathing, which had a frightful sound as it rattled through thohou.ic. "I don't know how to do anything more," said Utile Mrs. Hose, "till the doctor conies. The poor man, and his family utterly Ignorant of where ho is, and wouderiir; and looking out for him all niirht! Not a letter or anything alMJtit him to tell his name, did you say. Stout? Well, all we can do now is to wait." "1 must, sav, Hose," said her sister May, "I think you were most unwise not to let William' get into tho wagon, and drive this person to the lirst tavern. Here you have him saddled on the housefor an indefinite illness." "Nonsense!" said Hose, rocking herself in all the toatehtment of duty done: "I slunild have felt his blood on my head if I had done any differently." "Andasickness," resinned May, "that may last for .mouths In fore he cau be moved, and perhaps death and burial here, after all, and thy house full of gloom, and the carpets sp.ViIetl, and " "And.' said .Sarah, ".ill for an individual nobodv knows anything about." "He mav he an angel in disguise," said Hose, looking up earnestly. And then everybody laughed enough to wake the sleeper, if anything could have waked him, "I'm sure I don't see what you're laughing at," she Said, indignantly. ".Suppose he can't lie moved for months, that would be a pretty scrape for him, then, if he were in a tavern, with such care as be would be likely to have, and all tho expense." "Ami nobody knows If he has a cent to bless him.-elf with." said Mav, who denied decidedly of an agnostic ten dency in relation to the stranger. "What an absurd ly. May! And that superb Abdullah horse and a really fancy team to. speak for him. He may be rolling in money." "He'd him. licon rolling in mud bv this time, If the Abdallah hadn't stopped," said Sarah. "I should think vou and Tom were rolling in money, rt interjected grandmother. "But. mother, with no children to leave anything to, why shouldn't we enjoy as we go?" "There's Louisa's children," was the j severe response. "I can see as exactly what is passing in your mind, Hose." said Sarah, "as if I were a trance medium. You have measured this Abdullah and the fancy team, and you think here is a million, aire who is' going to.le overcome with gratitude, and give you a diamond necklace, and a little bank stock, and it (Joverntucnt ImiihI or two, and leave you a fortune in the end." "As if millionaires were ever taken that way!" said Hello. "For my part, I had rather havs our dances." And thereupon Hose burst into tears and ran out of the room. She ran into Tom's arms, opening the door; and of hvsterical tears had to be "'And don't you think I did Tom?" Mrs. Hose ended. "Kxaetly right." "There!" cried Hose, the Tom just coufro the explained, just right, tours and smiles and blushes sparkling together. Univ. perhaps, you Had nest take the silver upstairs'," continued Tom, with gracious condescension. "Precisely what I say!" cried nrr.ttirl- ,....... mother. "Atid l shan't sleep a wink to-niirht with a person like that in the house. Who can tell but what he is counterfeiting. nantly. "Ye, counterfeiting apoplexy now, to rise in the middle of the night and cut our throats in our ho Is!" "Why should he do that?" said Hose, seriously. "1 will let all the silver stay dowiKStuirs and let him niako oil' with it and leave us safe.1' "All the silver down-stairs!" cried the older lady. "Tho silver that I inherited front mv great-grandmother, heirlooms in my family for almost two hundred years! It was good chough for me to use all my life, but 1 suppose yfu want some now. Not si spoon of It do you

leave down-stairs. Hone, mhi take twa silver to your own room awd take th (onsen, ueiices of It afterward." "Mother, mother," said Tom. "As for my part," continued hhi mother, disregarding his voice, "I am going over to Louise's, where they don't give tramps the Iwst room In the home. And you may wait upon me, Tom. Driven out of my own son's house by the whims and vagaries of my daughtcr-hi-Iaw!" And grandmother hu.-tled about for a shawl and hood, and actually set out for Louise's. "Oh!"crfed Hose, sitting down again, the iMitter to enjoy her tears. "Was ever anybody so unlucky? Here, just doing a commonly Christian act makes

a row irl the family. I should like to las mistress of my own house for one day and night just to see how it would feel! Hut my sisters ami my siters-In-law, my mother and my mother-in-law, my huslmnd --" "And your husbaiid-in-law," said Tom, stooping ami picking her up. "It's all the husband 1 have," sobbed Mrs. Hose. "And if he's going to turn against me beeatise I've taken in a poor wayfaring" " 'A poor wavfaring man of (Sod, " sang Sarah, full of nth chief. "Come, now, Hose, if vou don't put on thecom-prc-s you'll have a hysteric, and be carried otV to bed, and" never lfave tho pleasure of feeing your wayfarer revive." And soot bed bv Tom. and vexed uy the girls, Hose put on the compress, and went to see if her charge could swallow a little beef extract, while Tom sauntered into the reception-room to lift the man's eyelid, and observe whether it juipil contracted befo;o light, concerning Which, if he came to any conclusion he did not announce it, as he sauntered out again. "I'm afraid it's of no use, poor fellow," said his sister Sarah, as the halfteaspoonftil of beef extract occasioned no action. "Now, Hose, you're all tired out with, your efforts, ami excitement, and nerves and things, and you go to bod, and I'll sit uj here and call you if--if you know if anything hap"pens." "Well, I guess I shall leave you alone down here all night with a dyingman!" said Hose "We won't cither of us $it up. We've done our share. I'll give Stout a dollar, and he shall sit up. Now, Tom, lot us have some oysters and a glass of sherry; we need it. It seems a little too bad, though, for us to be merry-making, ami that poor soul In there just passing through the awful gates!" All the same, they did o. "A perfect old man of the sea it is to be," said her J sister May, "if you go on so nliout him." i And they had 'some hot soup and sherry and oysters; and Stout took a big arm- i chair for the night, prepared to go sound asleep as soon as the bedroom doors closed, and by eleven o'clock, feeling they had done all they could in the absence of the doctor, the family abandoned themselves to dreams. It was a little past the first of the wee sma' hours, Stout thought, when he was awakened from his own musical slumbers by a strange sound, or rather cessation of sound, and for a moment his flesh crept. The dying man was j sitting up in bed, and was tearing frantically at his neck, his wrists, his ankles, the soles of his feet, and was talking to himself, as Stout expressed it, like a house afire, "Jerusalem! where've Jl got to?" he muttered. "Have 1 died? And is this" "No, it ain't," said Stout. "Well, then, I'm burning up "iv, I tell you!" said the stranger, tearing away at his mustard plasters. "Here's the hack of my nock a condemned cinder; my wrists are blist"rs; my feet feel as if they'd been walking on redhot gridirons! If this ain't 7?rc,where i u?" "It's a place called Hlossomlmnk," mid Stout; "owned by the KvanseS, where you were taken in" "And done for." groailed the man. How in time am 1 going to walk on these feet? They are a" solid blister. How came I here, anyway?" he roared. Stout got up and shut the door, and leisurely told him. enjoying his. sketch of his little ne1ghbor,Mrs. Hose, and the by-play of the rest of the family. "Drunk bv gracious!" said the patient. "Vhol have thought a quart of cider would do all that? Hut you never can tell what cider on top Of clam's will do; remember that, young man. Especially when it is seven years old. I guess there was a little stone fence in that cider." "A little," said Stout, dryly. "At least I thought so when we brought you in.' "Anybody but a meddlesome fool would have' lot mo alone. However, good Samaritan sort of people here, 1 reckon?" -as he tugged at hli last blindage. "Sort of new at il." said Stout. Good plaything, that sort of thing. i Outgrow it when they find just about how grateful folks arc.' "They'll find just about how grateful I am!" said the stranger. "Setting every dron of blood In mv body into blazes! I've half a timid to set lire to I their old rookery of a lunise. hat did you say it was caitcur "l'losombauk. Tom Evans, you know: held in his wife's name, Mrs. Hose." i a. I at "H'm! li'ntl Little woman, yellow curls, brown eyes? t ve seen her sometinii's going by looks like my Nell that dtod; and they thought I had apoplexy," said the stranger, after a pause. "And d tin l know mo front u side of n .Mile-leather? Anil had mo fetched into their house for better or worse? That's about the breadth of it." "About, "said Stout. "Put up mv horse?' "Certain.4'

"Look hen. I MipjKse for fifty cento you'd go out and put Hty kors fti, and help me to limp along? Curse the luck! I should think I'd b:'m raked u)Kn a bed of hot. oomU! That's a Christian fellow! H'm! Pen anil ink round here?" he asked, ftaxmg about, il'iit! L(ave 'em a line to tell 'em what 1 think of their tearing the skin oft' the silcs of my feet, and you give it to 'em in the mdrning!" "1 don't want to bo hurting Mrs. Hose's feelings," said Stout. "We kinder like the Evanses. "You do as vou're lnd, and no questions asked. Vou don't get fifty cents every day for that. There!" And ho flung down the nen he had been using, ami left a folded paper in Stout's hand. And then Stout jHit his shoulder under the Indignant person's arms, and helped him through the dining-room and passages and kitchens, and out the

Imek door and into his wagon, hitched hi the horse, took the fifty-cent piece, bade the stranger good-night, and returned and laid tins folded paper at what he judged ought to 1h Mrs. Hose's place at the breakfast table, which Mandy, with her customary provision, had laid overnight, after clearing oil" the fragments of the previous banquet. It was at tho peep of day that Mrs. Hose, throwing on .her wranpisr, thrust her feet Into her little slippers, and crept down-stairs. Her eyes were but half open, but they sjirang wider at the vision of the receptiou-rooin. Stout's chair was empty, the cot was empty, the lH'il-ch"lies were tossed about, the earjM't was strewn with dried mustard plasters and lorn bandages ami pins ana strings Iiorsacreu reception-room! For an instant she stared about her, and then sprang for tho back door. It was open; the yard was empty. She bolted the door, and came hack through the dining-room in bewilderment over the abstraction of this dying paralytic and her eyes fell on the folded pa'per, anil she p'aused. Do you think Mrs. Hose was a fool, that she should not know what that paper meant when she looked it over? Had she not ligured to herself a thousand times how suh a paper would look when their ship came in? The apparition that flashed through Sarah's room and Mary's room, and would have liked to run over to Louisa's and startle grandmother, and that wound up proceedings in her own room, was flourishing a legal document and crying out; "And he was an Angel in Dis-niise! and I said so! and what'do VOU '.lihik this is? Tom! oh. Tom! it is'ourniortKajre, and it is discharged! And that man was the man tliat held it, ami lie had cancelled the whole Ihinjr, antb with his thanks, too think of it! And, oh, can vou call that anything else than an angel In ' iliamiitn?" tt-ihl Turn. iirnsnntKwlien she iiad her breath again and the rapture was momentarily stilled. "Certainly not, Mrs. Rose; and In spite of mv gratitude I must admit, very much in disguise. "Ilarnet rmcott bpofford, tn Marker s Bazar. FABLES. Some IMntlnctlvrly Amrriran ApolojfHM With Striking Moral. A Fox one day met a Peasant and Remarked that he took great Pleasure In Informltii: him that he had Decided to Reform his Conduct. "Well. I am Heartilv Ulad of it." re plied the Peasant, "and I will do all that I cau to htrenglhen your good Resolutions.' Next dav as tho l ox Approached the Peasant's Cottaire- the man came out ami Clubbed him oft'. "Is this the wav vou Strengthen my good Resolutions!' exclaimed Hey nard. m a voice ot ratlins. "The less vou see of mv Chickens the more apt vou will Ik; to stick to your trood Intentions," replied tho Peasant, as he heaved another Club. mou.u.: Don't leave your Watch and a Heformed Hurelar Hanging on the siuuo Nail. TUB l'AKKOT ANl 3UK MONKKY. A Parrot and a Monkey one day boiran a Dispute as to which of them had the better ritiht to be called Handsome. "I have Limpid black Lyes! ex claimed the Monkey. "And 1 have Plumage like the Rain bow!" replied the Parrot. "I am the better Climber!" "And I can Fly!" Tho Dispute waxed so hot that It was tin all v Aarrccd to leave the Question to a Sage living near by. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he re marked, when the case had been stated, "the Rose and the tolet are .Sweet to look upon, but when yon want some thing Real Solid tnko a cabbago-hcad." If you pick a Wifo for her dimples don't Bewail tho fact that sho can't make Bread. tiii: i:u:iMi..vr and thi; iiauk. A I Ian? who was Running for Life to Escajw an Enemy happened to pass an KkMllittUl. "Hel ho!" called the great Beast, "but here h my ehnnco to do my Little Friend a great J-avor without costing tins a cent. Thereupon he seized her with his Trunk as sho passed and swung bet into the branches of the tree overhead "Alas! cried tiio Hare a moment after, "vou have rescued iiie from the Wolf to give mo over to the Serpent! I might iwssihly have outrun the Wolf, hut hero I have no show against my Enemy!" moiial: Never throw a mair down stairs tr prevent his falling down a hatchway.-

PERSONAL AND LITERARY. Henry JamM, th novelist, is sorm-

times mistaken for th Prince of aim. -MisM Mollle Garffld. daughter of the late President, has ntered Vatr College. It is said that from a monetary mint of view tin Yale tMttiers are tho most successful college journal pun ished. Whlttler savs ho often wrote hi Hiotrv In tho presence of . his mother and sister, their talk never disconcert ing him. Prince Albert Victor enjoys wo re markable distinction of boing-the first heir to tho heir apjmrent to the liritksh throne who grew to manhood. -Mtue. Patti wrote in a Boston al lium tho other dav: "Go to strangers for charity, acquaintances for advice. and to relatives lor nothing, aim you will always have a supply," Were It left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers, or newspapers without a government, I should not hesitato to ireier the latter. 'J'. Jcycrwn. William T. Adams, tho "Oliver Optic" of juvenilis literature, is an amateur mechanic, and has in his residence at Dorchester, Mass., a workshop in which he spends an hour or two every day. limton Globe. Miss Nettie Carpouler, tho Ameri can violinist and prize winner of tho Paris Conservatoire, has recently met with great success in Jingland. After her performances at Loveut uaruen thu was at once engaged for a series of concerts in the English provinces and in Scotland. Hev. Dr. William Clark, ot Amherst, Mass., is one of the four sur vivors of Dartmouth's class of 1821:. containing forty-live men. The others arc A. L. Kelley, of Winterport, Me., and M. Lovell. of Cotuit, Mass., law yers, and Rev. Dr. John Sessions, of Oakland, t al. U. I). Stowitts, of Albany, N. Y., has had his name changed by the court to Arthur 1). Stowitts. "It D" was his full baptismal name, and he said it had heen a source ot irequent annoyance to him to be called upon to explain ho w two letters had been given him for a name. Most men would have delighted in the oddity. Albany Journal! Hon. Simon Cameron, who Is eighty-six, tells why ho is still young: The secret of life is to keep moving. Men grow old only when they sit down long enough to get rusty. L want to lire just as long as I can bo happy. When I reach" the point when my friends, standing on the cornore and seeing me come up the street, say, Iet'H get on the other side; there comes that old fool,' I want to die. Men make a great mistake in this life by holding on to any position iftcr they have lost their grip and their company has become unpleasant to their associates. ' ' lit ilaiktphia Press.. HUMOROUS. Why are the lirst steps of a child like tho 'present condition of ballooning? Its the uncertain navigation of the hoir. A Leeds paper says that a younr; widow of that city who writes well h training herself for an editor, but th paper doesn't say who the editor Is. " Is it advisablo to attempt to study the violin without a trainer if none cau be procured?' asks a correspondent. Not unless you live in tho middle of a prairie. Chicago Tribune. The public, buildings In England have a hard time of it. Tho contractors knock down about forty jcr cent on each one of them, and then the Fenians blow up what is loft. Burdclte. Standing on ceremony! "That was a funny story Mr. Dixon told, Aunt Jessie "the one that made you laugh so much, you kuow!" "Yes. Why didn't ym laugh, Ida?" "'Oh, I don't know Mr. Dixon well enough!" IIarpcrt Bazar. One of tho attractions in a dime museum is a "human fly." He probably came from Canada. Anyhow, it is known that the human ily there about tho time fly time, so to speak a big litik defalcation Is retorted in this country. Mother "Are you quite sure, dear, that young Fcath'erly is not fond of vou? He certainly seemed very devoted last night when he buttoned your glove." Daughter "Ah, yes, mother, but his hand never trembled." K. Y. Sun. "Docs not the practical joking of some of your scholars annoy you at times, Mr. Blackboard?" "Very much. 1 have always had an abhorrence of practical jok'cs in any form, but to some of the pranks played by tho Iwvs such as placing bent plus in my chair, for Instance my dislike is particularly deep seated." A. K Times. "Do they have house-cleaning day in Heaven, ma?" a little Somorville girl inquired the other day. "Why, certaiuIv not, dear: what put that into your head?" "Because the nngels sweep; don't thev?" "What gave you such n notion MS that?" "Pa did. He said vou were a spectacle in a Mother Hubhard that would make the angebj sweep." Louisville Conricr;t?0nrHal. Mistress of the house; Who is at tho door, Bridget? Bridget: Tho butcher, niu'm, afther his money. Mistress of the house: And did you tell him that 1 wasn't at home? Bridget: Yes niu'm. Mistress of the house: What did ho say? Bridg.-t: Shurc, niu'm he axed nie whin ye wud bo at home, and 01 tonld him that yo wcro "at homo" on Thursdays. N. K Ytmc