Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 27, Number 24, Jasper, Dubois County, 3 April 1885 — Page 7

WEEKLY COURIER. 1" O. JKJANK, I'hUUhUoi'.

JAKPKK. INDIANA NOT HERE; HE IS RISEN." Tlier w for ine In all I ho world mio grave. And In that ler uud client tH)t there lay All 1 IihcI fondly loved ami chIImI my own; And lift: smiiiiisI now a dark utul lonwouio way. I made that quiet grovu n wiereil elirlnn. lxnt my tnotsloim t hither hour by hour, I gathcroU liIortMiius pure to make It fulr, Ami with my tears I watered every liower. So ax tliu days wont on, that grawiy mound A very liower of fragrant beauty neemed; Color, and grace, and perfume all were there, Anil there alt day I lingered and I dreamed. Uuteoded and middled wore my home Mowers; My poor, whom I fed. of old had clothed and Went void and hungry, but tliolr wistful eyes Haunted mo not. Hitting beside my doad. "Bundv 'tin irood hero to remain." 1 said: " Thoro In no iot m httfo. ho froo froiu Bin: Hero i'uiiiim no whisper from thin world'H loud tonee, No echo or Hut tumult and It's din. ' Whv then do I not find my MaMer here? Whore Ih my tord? Why comes Ho not to mot With mourners onco IIo wept beeldu u grave, And comforted by Him I fain would bo. " 0 Joius, fiavlour, tlo I lovo Theo not? I teok Tboo hero from wary day to day, What Rhrlno more tit for Then to blow, my Jxird? And at what boiler altnr could I pray? It wm an Kaster morn. Fair roo tho huh. Ami waked tho world to beauty and to llKht; Hut, ax I knelt beMdo my grave, within My hungry, longing soul, It still was night ' Where If my Jord? Whcro Is my Christ?" l moaned. When Midilonlv thorn foil tioou mv car A faint, sweet, sound, llko distant angel Which every moment scorned to draw tO lll'S. more noar. Tlio children chanting loud thnlr Hasterhymn! , Out rang tho clear, glad sound ' "He is not hero!" Onro and aaln. and yet again It catno: Ho Is not hero! Our Christ, Ho Ik not hero!" ' Not hero! Then I can never find my Lord ! Where havo they laid him? Muster, help, I pray!" The answer camo, my gravo seemed open wide. As though an nngcl rolled tho stone away. And, looking In, I aw no light, no life, It was dark, a cold, a drearv prison. s Then ioo again those childish voices sweet: lift (a rtrt Iiahi nit linrrt Ilttla Uflaiilli" And, lifting up my oyes, I saw once tnnro The Hun. the Day-Star fair, tho world's puro Light, minding tlicttc tear-dlmnied eyes, so used to SCO Naught but the tomb's dark loiicllncn and night. ' Kahlmul, Master," penitent, I cried, Forgive!" And Mill tho Bllvory voices sanv: Hut go your way and My dUclploS tell And I while yet upon tn hllu yet upon the air It rang, OIoyed my Master's order, and went back Ms poor to teed, toelothe, to hhowtho way To wandering ones, His little Intnlwt to lead; And bo I found my tonl that Kanterday. Annie T. 8Umm,lH "EoMtr LttUt." THE OLD ORGANIST. An Affecting Story of an EaatorEvou Hallelujah. It was a dreary Easter oven, but behind it nil was the glory of the resurrection time. One know it by the fresh smell of the ground as the rain fell upon it, trying, with gontle touch, to coax from it tho frost and hardness of the winter. One knew it, too, by tho t!ny blades of grass, the tender green of which gleamed hi the. sunny corners of sheltered door yards; and away in the woods, under U warm covering of decaying leaves, the little hep.iticu told anew tho old story of "death unto life. People roused themselves' from tho 'lethargy of winter, and the hopes over whose death they had grieved, because their fruition seemed so far away and uncertain, came trooping' hack lull of joy and promise as before. It was Kaster even in n dull narrow street, the dreariness of which was made mnro manifest by the flickering light of half-a-dozen oil lamp?, and the tpiiot strongly emphasized by tho continual patter of the sofl spring rain upon the side walks, and upon the low roofs of the cottages which stood at irregular intervals upon either side. Tho street was a short one, and at the upper end of it, just whom it curved around a corner into a wido and pretentious avenue, stood a church, the cross on whose spire glittered in tho uncertain light. The windows in tho choir end of the tmilding gleamed with light, and through tho open doorway eanie tho son ml of organ and choir, now in anthems, again in joyful carols, and at last a soprano voice in "I know that my Redeemer livelh." As tiie last note dietl away into silence the organ alone burst into tho Hallelujah chorus, and tho grand chords swelled in power until tho whole edifice trembled with tho glory of their majostic harmony. Then all was quiet. Tho choir came out in twos and throes, ttnd dispersed in various directions. Ono by one the light were extinguished, thero was a sound of closing doors, of keys being turned, and tho last. Kaster rehearsal was over. As tho outer door was closed and fastened, two persons came down the steps of the church and turned into the dull and narrow street. They wore an old man, seemingly feeble, and a younger ono upon whoso arm ho leaned. Dear niastor," sahl tho young man, you should not have exerted yourself mi greatly to-night; you arc not strong

ami so much depends upon you to-mor-row."

Alt, dear Paul," tliu old limn reilleil, "whoa oiio is liko mo, old ami feeble, to-morrow means so much hxw than to-day. But you need not four for mu, I shall have strength gulllciont for to-morrow, Ah, but that Handel was divinu, mikI tho chords of tho Hallelujah aro tho finest he over wrote." That is so, indeed, hut It required a great deal of your precious strength to make tho organ utter thorn to-night," Paul said earnestly. I lus old organist looked at IiJh companionjfor a moment, and then said! "Uo you know that lor forty years thero has not liecn an Kaster even when havo not played tliu Hallelujah, and should 1 fall Untight?" i os, 1'itiil answered, "so you navo told mo before, and I havo alway.s fancied there must ho .some story con nested with this custom of yours. Is thero one, and can you tell It to a dear friend who loves you?" iho organist was silent, a moment, and thou said very gently: "Come homo with mo Paul, and T will tell you the story. Simple though It he, perhaps it will interest you. because as you say, and us 1 believe, you love me." Tho two figures, tlio old bent form clinirlutr closely to the arm of tho strong and vigorous one, passetl slowly onward until they reached ono of the smallest houses in tho street, which they entered. The organist lit a quaint lamp which stood upon a table in the small room, and its light revealed the low walls hung with pictures of great composers, a small piano, a violin, and in ono comer an old-fashioned cabinet tilled with rare scon's, cherished with a tender affection by the aged musician. The old man sank upon a loungo which was drawn near a fire, and paid: "Paul, bring your chair close beside me, and I will tell you, if I can, tho story I promised. I do not know why I am impelled to spunk thus to you tonight. I have never been a man to whom speech was easy, least of all I havo cared to sneak of a jjrief which If as fresh to me to-night n.4 it was forty years ano. 'Ut course you Know tnat i am not of this country, alt hough I havo lived here so long that I love it and its peo ple well, ies, it is a great land, my triend, with good laws, and good government, and although I am as 1 say attached to it. vet it is not my own country, my dear Fatherland, my Germany." Ah! there tho musician Is at home, there U tho land of harmony! trrantvou that of late years much has been (lone bore in that direction, but it all is so uew, so unaccustomed. In Germany are the memories of great composers, whoso living forms we uo not remember, but their works aro left us, and we are eonsciotts that they aro our countrymen. I think: of them, Mozart, Handel, Mendelssohn but why name tli'em, you will recall them all, ami you know, too, the impetus the memory of such men give to tun art o which thev were the apostles." Tho old man unused, ami Paul, who was burning with natriotio anxiety to defend the musical lionor of his native land, foreboro to interrupt with his voice the reverie into which tho old organist seemed to have fallen, and waited patiently for him to continue. In a few moments he resumed: I need not tell you tho story of my early life, for it would have little interest or vou. It was quite uneventful ami lilfoil with hard wo'k. When I was about twenty-five an event occurred; a rendering of Handel's Messiah was to be given in tho town where I lived, and the organ was intrusted to me. The soprano "camo from a neighboring town, and perhaps you will be incredulous when I tell you that never Iwfore nor sincu havo I listened to a voieo equal to hers: dear and sweet and powerful, ami lull oi tne sympathetic quality which is so seldom an attribute of tho soprano voice. When she first sang I was startled, but when as the oratorio progressed and it came to her at last, to voice the greatest song man ever wrote, I held my breath to listen. 'I know that my lledeomer livelh" Oh! I knew it then, never before had tho blessed knowledge been po revealed to me. My lingers trembled on tho keyboard, and my heart was full of praise and thanksgiving. Later, when the Hallelujah chorus camo it was the hallelujah of my own heart to which mv fingers gave melody, and never wsvs thu dear old organ more obedient to their touch, or tho voices it sustained more in harmony with Its guiding tones. When It was all over, the soprano. Thekla her name was, came to me and said: "How grandly tho organ sounded in tho Hallelujah; it spoke to me." I remember so well how she looked; her sweet eves shininir with pleasure, and hur face glonlied with tho genius of , i! . 1 ...1.1. song. That was tho bogmnmg of our acquaintance, you can imagine how it ended." "She was your wife?" said Paul, gently. ""o.," said tho old man, 'she was my wife, my darling, my angel wife." 'Paul silently pressed the old organist's hand anil waited. "Yes, within a year wo were married, and Thekla sang in tho church where t was organist. Ah, me, bow happy wo were! Sho was not strong, and after a few years her health failed so rapidly that 1 could not, blind myself to the agonizing truth that sho must leave me. She was obliged to give up her church singing and Ft broko my heart to listen to st voice, not hers, singing to my acconmanimcnt. And yet wo were happy, sho in mv love. I in hers. Sho was to lcavome. we both knew that, but it was onlvairoinsr before, sho is to wait for mo to come to hor. 1 to wait to ;o to

her. Ah! dear Paul, the love, that is eternal reoognixos no tiOjmration; when the agony of tho short parting Is ac eompfhihed tho joy of tho reunion is in prospect, "It was some months before she ! eamo so very ill that wo knew her departure could not long bo delayed." "It was late winter and hhe was anxious to livo until tho Kaster bells made music onco again. 'Sweetheart,' sho said, 'I should like to hear you play the Hallelujah onco more, and if God will bo so good to me, I prav Him to grant me strength to go to church on Kaster day and sing tho ong I love.' And we prayed to (Jod that He would grant us this wish." "The spring was late, and when Holy Week came the weath r was still eolef and cheerless, and we were afraid, On Good Friday thu sun shown warmly and Saturday was a lovely spring day, the sky blue and the air balmy. There was to hu a choir rehearsal at five

o'clock, and as it came near that hour the sky became cloudy, and although the air was still warm, thero seemed to jo rain in nrosucot. Thekla said to me: Dear love, tho church is near, it is warm to-day, perhaps it may not bo so to-morrow: to-dav is ours, let me go with vou to the rehearsal. If I wait unt'.l to-morrow it may be too late.' I tried to dissuade her, yet in my heart I w sued to see her m the oltl place onco more, and so, warmly wrapped, sho went with me to tho church. She seemed so bright and happy that my foolish hoart began to lione, although know that hone to be a sweet delusion. "Koaching tne choir gallery iiieKta took her old place, tho soprano who had supplied it forcing her to do so, with ihanv exclamations of dehirht. How happy I was; tho organ responded , - - r . to mv will as it had never none belore. and the voices it sustained were full of melody. I looked at Thekla whoso face was radiant. At last when the time camo I tried to prevail on her not to sing, but in her pretty coaxing way sho insisted, saying she nan longeu lor it so, ami l must not tieny her. j struck thu first two chords of the mcl ody, and her voice rose clear and sweet as that of an angel: 'I know that my Redeemer liveth were Startled at the unearthly loveli ness of her tones, and the tears which glistcued in their eyes were a tribute to her power. At last it was over, and Thekla Mink back exhausted but with a glory in her face which blinded me. I rose from the organ to go to her, but sho motioned mo not to do so. The rehearsal was over and the singers departed, leaving with Thekla many kind words. When they wro all gone she said to me: 'Xow, Ernest, play the Hallelujah for me.' I obeyed, and the grandeur of the melody reverberated through tho church; when I had finished, I turned to my wife and found she was leaning back, it seemed to mo unconscious 1 hastened to her and found that she had fainted. She revived in a moment, and said: ' do not take me away, it was hero we met, let mo go from you here.' "Ah, tho agony of that moment, for I realized that what she said was true, and that tho parting was indeed at hand. I took her in my arms, vainly fancying that the embrace in which she had so often rested would avail to keep her with me now. She lay quietly for some moments, and then said in tones so low that I bent my ear to her lips to Catch them: 'Dear Ernest, we have been so happy and it is only for a little while that we shall lie parted. Dear heart, will you play tiie Hallelujah for me every Kaster even until you come to me? I shall listen for it.' With my lips pressed to hers, I promised her; when 1 raised them I knew that Thekla had received my last kiss." The old organist's voice broke and hU eyes gl.ttorcd with tears. Paul prossod his hand and said softly: "And that is why, dear friend, you have always played tho Hallelujah on Easter oven." I understand, now; and all these years you havo waited to go to her?" "Yes," said the old man, "it was a long time before I cared for life after she left me. It was so hard to think that shu who had for so long been the obiect of mvtonderestsolicitude was be yond any care-taking of mine. 1 was sure lie needed me, ana i couiu not- go to her. Ah, that thought was so bitter. Mv faith assured me Of her happincs in Heaven, but my self refused to bo comforted. My only solace was my organ, ami it was men i icarneu oi tne divine comfort of music, the glorious harmony which God has given to His children. None but those who have sorrowed will understand it, for only unto them has it been revealed, At last I catno to this country and to this town, and became the organist of the church from which we camo to-night Every Kaster oven since she loft me I havo played the Hallelujah, and Thekla has listened. Here I have lived alone and waited waited to go to Thekla. but ah! I did not think the dear God would keep me front her so long." Tho old organist's voice grew faint, and Paul said: " Dear friend, you are not well; let mo st iy with you to-night" No, Paul, dear boy, it is nothing. Go homo aud do not be sorrowful because of what I havo told yon to-n'glit. 1 lovo you, my dear pupil, and I am glad I opened my heart to you. Good night, slcrcp well, aud hope that tho Easter morning may he bright and beautiful." With a warm hand-clasp the two friends parted, Paul filled with many misgivings and half Inclined to Insist upon remaining with tho old man. The next morning when he reached the church the organist wa not there, and fearing, ho knew not what, Paul hastened to his home. Tho old mau lived I alone, and Paul finding that tho outer

door yielded to his touch, entered aad opened the room In which tho previous evening had Immsii spent. Him heart

sank within him as he saw, in tne Blast of tliH sunlight which streamed through tho wintrow, tho lamp nm miming as when, he departed, while on tho lounge before tho ashes of the burnod out lire lay thu form of the old organist just as bo had left him. Hastily touching tho cold hand and quiet heart, Paul found us worst fears coniirmou. While tho robins were singing their Faster anthems In the early quiet of that resurrection morning, the old man had gone to Thekla, and with her he joined in tho "seven-folfi chorus of hallelujahs and harping symphonios." Albany. (N. J.) Argus. TANGIERS. The UiivornwuMit an OrganUrd S'ntem of llrlgtiHdugp. Tangier, with the bloom on it. cer tainly appears a charming place to spend agreeably two or three months. Tho climate is superb, European life and property arc absolutely secure, and a pleasant civilized society has already snrunsr into existence. After a short time, however, the stranger hnds that, besides orange groves and llower gardons, lovelv scenery and artistically dressed natives, there are a few other thintrs rcutiired to make this land, so favored by nature, the abode of a happy and nrosnerotts noonie. " is belief that in tho so-called administra tion of justice, gross injustice triumphs as a general rule, ana tne miiaoiiaius groan under a tyranny much more of tho nature of an organized system of britrandaire than of even the semblance of a Government. As an instance of what goes on in Morocco in the present day, let me relate an incident which has just come to my knowledge. A man residing at Feronut. some miles from Tetuan. was lately accused of having stolen a bullock from one of the local native authorities, who acting as judge in his own case, gave an order that the supposed delinquent should havo his eves cut out The horrid sentence was carried into effect, and the wretched vict m was then led into 'Jetuau by one of his relations in order to have medical advice from a European doctor who has settled there. As may Do supposed, tne case was beyond the lim.ts of science, for no human power enn ever restore Mght to those empty sockets: and the uonr fellow who suffered this shameful omoltv. and who has been, tin to the present time, the support of a numerous family, is condemned to hopeless dark ness forever. This is only one .sample of a series of brutal atrocities continu ally occurring in this country. 7t rjiers Cor. London Globe, . m OUR SOLAR SYSTEM. The Nebular HypotliMU Countenanced by Kitcent I'hcnomi-na. The phenomena attending earth quakes give countenance to tho theory of the origin of our solar system known as the Nebular Hypothesis. According to thl. theory, tho solar system was once a vast lire mist, which gradually con densed and finally evolved tne sun, the planets and their satellites. Originally incandescent, as these bodies parted with their heat, water and dry land apneared. and finally organic life, vege table and animal, made its appearance. Our earth. Mars, and possibly Venus. arc the only planets, it is believed, capable of sustatnintr the various forms of life such as we are acquainted with. Juniter and Saturn are known to be huge globes of lire and mist, small suns in themselves, wiinoiu me on wieir surfaces, but perhaps sustaining life on the satellites by which thev are Mirrounded. Ono other fact has Wen established by scientific demonstration; that is, the identity of the materials that compose tho universe. e now know that suns, stars, planets and moons aro composed of carbon, hydrogen, sodium, iron and the other chemical substances such as w aro familiar with on this earth. The universe we live in is full of mystery, and it is good for all of us occasionally to lift our thoughts to the marvels sug gested bv astronomy ttnd the study oi physicfl. It was well said by Kant, tho philosopher: "There are two things that are to mo perennial sources of awe and wonder tho starry heavens above us and tho moral law within." Demons? & Monthly. General Gordon. While Gordon was the fort at (J rave-end, in command of previous to his representing England at the Conference held at Constantinople in 1871, ho had occasion to road up his French with a professor, who relates tho following incident, of which he was n witness! Toward the end oi 181 an ex-ofiicer of the Chinese Legion presented himself at tho Fort House and asked to see tho General. On Iris card Ileitis' irivon to Gordon, ho threw it from hhn with distrust, and his was so irreat that for a few seconds ho was snoechloss. Whotl ho was some what, calmer, ho expressed his feelings in the following words! "Toll that man to enter if ho wishes mo to blow out his brains." This would seem violent, but when it Is known that tho nllleer In nticstion had deserted his colors and joined tho rebels against whom Gordon was fighting in China, tho rlsrhteous indignation of tho Gen nrnl ran bo understood. The servant, whn know hl3 mastor. roncatcd tho message, word for word, and tho offi cer took his leave as quickly as possi ble. K r. EiHing iV?f

HOME, FARM AND GARDEN.' Tho hleker the ground iateadedfor grajMj planting the better, Mural AW Yorker.

-The Farm Journal advkea that we keep cribbing horses loose In atablea without mangers. Let thorn eat off the floor. Mako up your mind that every acre you cultivate tne coming season uu bo made to do its very best Troy ... - Times. Molasses Cookies: One teacupful lard, two ctipfuls molasses, ono cupful brown sugar, ono cupitu not water, iwo tablespoonfuls soda, one teaspoonful each of cinnamon and ginger. Mix soft and bake quick. A hot ovon is necessary to bako a good cookie. De troit PoA. A herd of cows having only a very pure, wilt water to uruiK were serwusiy affected with the disease called bonebrittleness; whea tho herd was supplied with hard water (lime) tho disease dis appeared, but only to reappear when the cattle were put back on tho soft wjtter again. Prof. Caldwell mentions the above in the New York Tribune. Pear trees seldom need trimming after they go to bearing, except cutting out dead wood, if there is any. Tho best condition for a pear orchard is to keep the land in sod and never to plow it, but not allow the grass to grow with'n two or three feet of the trunks of tho trees. Keep the circle mulched with manure, leaves or stonos. Manure the land liberally once in three or four years. Prepare the land for fctrawbernes as soon as the weather opens. Work it well and make it line, set out the plants early so as to get tho benefit of tho early rains. A picntuui supply oi superphosphate and muriate of potash should be given.to the plants by sowing it broadcast over the land before setting them. Work tho plants well, keep out intruding weeds, and also grasses, and do not allow any blossoms to fruit. Ittmners should also be kept away. Alba mi Journal. Pigeons aro more profitable than may be supposed, as they often hatch ami raise as many as ten pairs oi squabs in a year. Ko one should expect them to pay a profit unless a suitable poultry loft has been provided. If left outside in boxes the owls raid on them. Hundreds of squabs and adults are yearly destroyed without tho knowledge of the keeper by such midnight marauders. The hawks also destroy tho old birds during the day, the day, but the owl is tho principal enemy. Boston THE MASAI. A Curious Tribe Whose Habitat I In Cen. tral Africa. A more remarkable or unique race does not exist on tho continent of Africa indeed, I might safely say in the two hemispheres. In their physique, man ners, customs and religious beliefs they are distinct alike from tho true negroes and from the Galla and Somali. They are the most magnificent modelled savages I have seen or read of. Beautifully proportioned, they aro characterized bv tho smooth and rounded outlino of the'Apollo typo, rarely showing the knotty and brawny musclos of tho true. athlete, lhe women are very uocenuyj dressed in bullock's hide. They wear.j by way of ornament, from twenty to thirty pounds of thick iron wire coiled round the limbs, arms, and neck, be-j sides a great assortment of beads ami iron chains. llie men wear omy a small kid-skin garment round tho shoulders and breast that being of somewhat more ampin dimensions among in married men. The most remarkable married men. lhe most distinctions characterize t epochs in the hfe-history of tho various tho Masai. The bovs and girls up to a certuin ago live with their parents, and feed upon curdled milk, meat and grain. At the age of twelve with tho girls, and ironi twelve to fourteen years with tno noys,' they are sent from the married men's kraal to ono in which thero aro only . . young unmarried men ami women. 'n...... 1.ni. l.fn until Mint- an Trifirriprl. nn-j .,i. "--- At this stage the men are warriors, and their sole occupation is cattlc-hfting abroad and amusing themselves at home. The young women attend to the cattle, build the huts, and perform other necessary household duties. Both sexes are on the strictest diet. Absolutely nothing.but meat and milk passes their lips. Spirits and beer, tobacco, or vegetable food aro alike cscbowed. So peculiar indeed are they in their notious, that thev will not even eat tho meat of any wild animal. Moreover, the meat and milk aro never taken together. For several days tho ono. Is their solo diet, to bo followed by the other after partaking of a powerful purgative. On killing a bullock they drink tho blood ruw,"which doubtless supplies them with the necessary salts. In eating meat they always retire to tho forest in small parties, accompanied by a young woman. So pleasant does tho Masai warrior find this life that ho seldom marries until lie has passed tho prime of life and begin to find his strength decline. The great war-spear and heavy buffalo-hide shield, the sword and the knobkorry, are then laid aside. For a month he dons tho dress of an unmarried woman, and then becomes a staid and respectable member of Masai Focietv. Ho goes no more to war, but deVotes himself to the rearing of a brood of .Voting warrior. His diet, changes with his mode of life, and ho tnav indulge in vegetable food, drink beer or spirits, and smoko or chew tobacco. At death the body is simply thrown out to the hyenas and the vultures. From a Lecture by Joseph Thomson.