Pike County Democrat, Volume 28, Number 22, Petersburg, Pike County, 8 October 1897 — Page 7

She ?ittr (Eouutij Jjrraoctat . M. McC. ST001*8, Milor and Proprietor. S _ , __ PETERSBURG. • * INDIANA. JUST AS HAPPY. They Mt silent, while round them soft The whispering breeses crept; On high the moon; a kindly cloud Its face averted kept. The stars were filled with envy of The light within her eyes— At least, he thought so. and he looked Disdainful at the skies. They silent sat: no intoned word The tenderness did break; Nor needed was to voice their love, Bo neither of them spake. She smiled—a ripple faint and vague Her charming lips did curl— Che laughed, and straight delirious weat His brain all in a whirl. They silent sat: their souls did thrum In rhythm sweet and soft The refrain of their love and did Repeat it oft and oft. h'ow was the time, it would be thought. For him to say the word. But not a sound did pass his lips. Nor was one by her heard. They silent sat: It did seem strange On her part, if not his; Nor did a word from either come When he stole a sudden kiss. No oocult wave did voice their thoughts. Nor did it keep them mum— Their finger ends they used, you see. For both were deaf and dumb. —Chicago Newa

i MARY MALONE. I T BY GEORGE AOE. 5 MIKABELLE ha* achieved greatness. When the man saw* her first she -was carrying a tray of dishes out through the swinging door, and doing It with an air that marked her as a star in the dining-room. A moment later she returned, “at liberty,” as she would say now, and saw the man sitting at the table where the Jiead waiter had placed him, waiting for some proud spirit to fhke pity on liim and serve his supper. lie was not alone. The young worn»n whose sapper he expected to pro■vtde had come to the city to dp a day’s shopping, and he was entertaining her until it should be train time for both of them. The pretty Ctrl came to the waiting couple and made verbal offer of a selection of beefsteak, pork chops, veal cutlets and access->rie*. She accepted an order and left the room. Foolishly the young man turned to his j companion with a remark which was i not appropriate. “l.-n't that waiter a beautiful girl?” “Oh. 1 don’t think she's so very pretty. Iler checks are too red.” Then the man knew he had made a mistake. But he also knew that such a pretty ! girl as Mirabelle he would remember without delay if he ever saw her again. This w o* nine years ago in a stnall hotel in a small city SN'td miles from Chicago." And her .came was not MiraInlle then, but Mary Malone. The next year the man’s business, by •trange chance, took him back to this •mall city for a residence of some months, and the same hotel harbored him. Mirabelle dawned upon him the mono nt he entered the dining hall. Ftr.»; : - cry -gh. she remembered 1. “Ain’t you the gentleman, sir, who. Iras here at supper with tb* pr« tty-girl one evening last fall?” This j articular waitress was never **fresh.” Some of the other- were never otherwise. She was always good natrred. which was equally exceptional. ^Shv to. -k !-:c > t ; i.i-t 'r -. • i.’ which proves that she was a paragon. But she discouraged familiarity of .*nldress until boarders had served long probation, and it was several, month- ' before the new guest dared tell her that her name . -’ht to be Mirabelle instead of Mary Mah-ne. Her keen Irish wit served her well when she needed to answer insolence, j nnd in that circumstance she spared not j to use* it. However many persons mayhave claimed the creation of the retort, it was she who made one which has gone down through the joke books of the years and will long continue. A jewelry salesman from New York, called Mary to ask her the name of the \ waiter who had been serving him. “Pearl,” she answered. “Oh," he s^id, with a grin, “is she the pearl of great price?” “No, sir.” retorted Mary, promptly. **she is the pearl that is cast before the

iw me. The girl'* fresh beauty, good sense and sharp wit attracted many a theatrical manager to make inquiry about her. but no opening to the profession appeared until “The Old Homestead" came. One of the women of the company liked Mary, and found a place for her to join and play Rickety Ann at a weekly salary more than two months of her hotel earning*. She came to ask the stranger’s advice, for he had been there several months and he was reputed to know something about theaters. "Stay here for a few year* more,” he told her. “and you’ll have plenty of chances to go on the stage. You’re ; young yef." So she waited on the table, and for ! recreation went to dance* with her lover, who was a barkeeper. Meanwhile she was waiting for the day when she w ould stand in the footlights'glare and be one of the stars in opera, comedy 01 tragedy, and it really didn’t make any difference. One year later the stranger went away and came back with a wife. “This is Mary Malone,” he said to the wife at breakfast. “Mary has been very good to me. She has opened the din-t&g-room date to let me get my break

fast half an hour after the regular tim% sod she always serves the beat of every* thing' for me." Whereupon the young- wife beamed a welcome on Mary, and Mary told her It had been a pleasure to wait on a man who was never cross or inconsiderate, and he hung his head at the compliment. Mary took good care of the two until they moved away to Chicago in a few months. One day the man—no longer a stranger, for one who lives in Chicago is not a stranger to anything except quietude j —with nothing better to do. wandered j into a modest variety theater—modest j i»» the sense of small, unpretentioivs— i to watch the programme for half an j hour. Into a burlesque walked a dozen girls j in snug costumes, and when one oi | them raised her voice it was the voice j of Mary Malone. This does not mean a 1 ! great deal, for Mary was never much of ; I a singer. It was evident that she had been on I the stage for some time, for she had all | the mannerisms of her companions and j j none of the uncertainty of action that always marks the novice. She wore tights with nonchalance. She led the march and spoke first when any general clamor was to be upraised. But her ] eyes were as bright as ever, and those of the audience who did not think her J the prettiest girl in the chorus showed j bad taste.

1 he programme tom little toward Identifying members of the chorus; It never does. But finally it developed ; that Mary was billed as Marion Martine. j and by that name inquiry was made of the company manager. “I don’t know where she came from," he answered. “We hired her in New York from an agency, and she had been with a repertorie opera company—ten, twent’ and thirt*. But she’s all right I and we all like her." The man waylaid the phorus girls as they drifted out of the stage door into l the alley. “Ilello, Mary." he said. “Are you too proud to speak to your old friends?" j She started in amazement to hear the o'.d name, then squealed in delight. “Well, if it ain’t Mr. Mahan! Why. how are you, and how is Mrs. Mahan? ! Kiltie." this ’to her chum, “this is Mr. Mahan I’ve told you about so often.” j Kittie and Mr. Mahan acknowledged the introduction, and the three filed out of the alley and down the street. Next evening, upon invitation from the burlesque artiste. Marion Martine, Mr. and Mrs. Malian occupied seats in the theater and enjoyed the performance. When it was over they met at the door, sought a restaurant, and the ris- •

11 WWW MAHY MALONE. nig star told of her career for the year* just past ami her prospects for the future. “I’ve pot no voice,” she admitted, "hut i am !> rrti 4 to dance, and if veil retpem'oer the dining-room. Mr. \ ahati, you know 1 always could do a •jig as well as any IkhIv. \\ell, tuvxt w eek in St. liOuls 1 am goifig to put on a i ,(o and some day I'm gob.ig hi he a real dancer.” It was refreshing to tin l that the girl was .- till treasuring the memory of the old hotel, and she told stories about Mr. Mahan and his late hours to breakfast that he and Mrs. Mahan thought long buried in forgetfulness. All this was four years ago. The other day as Mr. Mahan stepped out of the vestibule of his office building he mw a familiar figure passing. “Hello. Mary.” he called. “Have you forgotten your old friends?” She w hirled to face him. "Well. If it ain't Mr. Mahan! How are you, and how is Mrs. Mahan?” “And the baby,” he suggested. Mary beamed. “Where are you working this week.' he asked. “and what kind of a turn are you doing?” ”0h. l*ve got a fine turn now. I do a j fire dance, come on at nine o'clock .and it's the hit of the show. Do come over and see it. and bring Mrs. Mahan. Fn: proud of the turn and want you to see how Fve improved. I’m married, too. My husband is a fine man. He handler the -lights for my dance. - and we are doing so well. It's very different from j the old days in the dining-room, w hen ; xoc used to be late to breakfast.” And Mr. Mahan admitted that it war different w ith him. too. “Well, good-by.” she said. “I'm going ! to the dressmaker’s to try on some new j costumes. By the way, INre got the prettiest new name since I've change* n»v act. And you’d never guess it.” “Mirabelle,” suggested the man. J “That’s right.” she assented. *Tt\ Mirabelle.”—Chicago Record. —To prevent seasickness a new chan or couch is set in a double oscillating frame, swings in all directions to relieve the motion of the boat, with an adjusting weight or rest underneath to steady it until the person gets in. —It doesn't pay to be. a real good mo aician, unless a person is awfullj ugly. He feels so lonesome.—Washington , Democrat.

TALMAGE’S SEBMON. Some New Lessons Drawn From the Story of Joseph. Strength of Parental Attachment—Oar Children Always Children. No Matter How Old They Grow-The Bean* ties or Filial Affection. Rev. T. DeWitfc Taluiage, in the following sermon, presents a scene of tenderness and reverence for the aged. The text is: I will go and see him before I die,—Genesis, sir.. 2S. Jacob had long since passed the 100year milestone. In those times people were distinguished for longevity. In the centuries after, persons lived to great age; Galen, the most celebrated physician of his time, took so little of his own medicine that' he lived to 140 years. A man of undoubted veracity on the witness stand in England swore that he remembered an event 150 years before. Lord Bacon speaks of a countess who had cut three sets of teeth and died at 140 years. Joseph Crele, of Pennsylvania, lived 140 years. In 1857 a book was printed containing the names of 87 persons who lived 140 years, and the names of 11 persous who lived 150 cars.

Among the grand old people of whom we have record was Jacob, the shepherd of the text. But he had a bad lot of boys. They were jealous and ambitious and every way unprincipled. Joseph, however, seemed to be an exception; but he had been gone many years, and the probability was that he was dead. As sometimes now in a house you will find kept at the table a vacant chair, a plate, a knife, a fork, for some deceased member of th,e family. so Jacob kept in his heart a place for his beloved Joseph. There sits the old man, the flock of 140 years in their flight having alighted long enough to leave the marks of their claw on forehead and cheek and temple. His long beard snows down over his chest. His eyes are somewhat dim, aud he can 6ee farther when they are closed than when they are open, for he can see clear back into the time when beautiful Rachel, his wife, was living, aud his children shook the oriental abode with their merriment. The centenarian is sitting dreaming over the past when he hears a jvagon rumbling to the frout door. lie gets up aud goes to the door to see who has arrived, aud his long-absent,sons from Egypt come in and announce to him that Joseph, instead of being dead, is living in an Egyptian palace, with all the investiture of prime minister, next to the king, in the mightiest empire of all the world! The news was too sudden aud too glad for the old mau, and his cheeks whiten, aud he has a d#zed look, and his staff falls out of his hand, and he would have dropped ha t not the sous caught him aud led him to a lounge aud put cold water on his face aud fauued him a little. lu that half delirium the old man mumbles something about his sou Joseph. lie says: ‘'You don’t mean Joseph, do you? my dear son who has been dead so long? You don't mean Joseph, do you?” But after they had fully resuscitated him, and the news was confirmed, the tears begin their winding way down the crossroads of the wrinkles, and the sunken lips of the old man quiver, and he briugs his bent fingers together as he says: “Joseph is yet alive. I will go aud see him before l die.” It did not take the old man a great while to get ready. I warrant you. He put oil the best clothes that the shepherd's wardrobe could afford. He got into the wagon, aud though the aged are caution-, aud like to ride slow, the wagon did not go fast enough for the old mau; and when the wagon with the old uian met Joseph's chariot coming down to meet him. aud Joseph got out of t!ie chariot and got into the wagon and threw las arms around his fat uerV. neck. 1'- was an antithesis of royalty and rusticity, of simplicity and pomp, of final affection aud paternal love, which ieuves us so much in doubt whether we had better laugh or cry that we do both. So Jacob kept the resolution of the text—“I will go and see him before I die.” What a strong aud unfailing thing is parental attachment! Has it not almost time for Jacob to forget Joseph? The hot suns of many summers had biased on the heath; the river Mile had overflowed oud receded, overflowed and receded again aud again; the seed lifid been sown aud the harvests reaped; slnga rose and set; years of plenty aud yejjtrs of famiue had passed on; but the hJve of Jacob for Joseph in my text is overwhelmingly dramatic. Oh,-that is

a coni that, is not suapped, though pulled on by many decades! Though when the little child expired the parents may not have been more than 25 years of age, and now they are 75, yet the vision of • the cradle, and the childish face, and the first utterances of the infantile lips are fresh to-day. in spite of the passage of a half ceutury. Joseph was as fresh in Jacob's memory as ever, though at 17 years of age the boy had disappeared from the old homestead. 1 found in our family record the story of an infant that had died 50 years before, and I said to my parents: “What is this record, and what does it mean?” Their chief auswer was a long, deep sigh. It was yet to them a very tender sorrow. What does that all mean? Why. it means our children departed are ours yet, and that cord of attachment reaching across the years will hold us until it brings us together in the palace, as Jacob and Joseph were brought together. That is one thing that makes old people die happy. They realise it is reunion with those from whom they hare long been separated. J1 am often asked as pastor—and "every pastor is aaked the question— “Will my children be children in Heaven and forever children?” Well, there was no doubt n great change in Joseph from the time Jacob lost him and the time when, Jacob fonnd him— between the boy of 1? yean of age and

| the man in mid-life, his forehead de* | veloped with the great business of ; state; but Jacob was glad to get back Joseph anyhow, and it did not make much difference to the old man whether the boy looked older or looked younger. And it will be enough joy for that parent if he can get back that son, that daughter, at the gate of Heaven, whether the departed loved 1 one shall come a cherub or in full-grown angelhood. There must be a change wrought by that celestial climate and by those supernal years, but it will only be from loveliness to more loveliness, and from health to more radiant health. Oh, parent, as you think of the darling panting and white in membranous croup, 1 want you to know it will be gloriously bettered in that land where there has never been a death and where all the inhabitants will live on in the great future as long as God! Joseph was Joseph, notwithstanding the palace.andyour child will beyourchild, notwithstanding all the rainiug splendors of everlasting noon. What a thrilling visit was that of the

old shepherd to the Prune Minister Joseph! 1 see the old countryman seated in the palace, looking around at the mirrors and the fountains and the carved pillars, and, oh! how he wishes that Rachel, his wife, was alive, and she could have come with him to see their son in his great house. ‘*Oh," says the old man within himself, “I do wish Rachel could l>c here to see all this!' I visited the farm house of the father of Millard Fillmore when the son was president of the United States, and the octogenarian farmer entertained me until 11 o'clock at night telling me what great thiugs he saw in his son's house at Washington, aud what Daniel Webster said to him. and how grandly Millard treated his father in the White House. The old mau's face was illuminated with the story until almost the midnight. lie had just been visiting his son at the capital. And 1 suppose it was somethiug of the same joy that thrilled the heart of the old shepherd as he stood at the palace of the prime minister. It is a great day with you when your old parents come to visit you. Your little children stand around with great! wide-open eyes, wondering how anybody could be so old.' The parents can not stay many days, for they are a little restless, and especially at nightfall, because they sleep better in their own bed; but while they tarry you somehow feel there is a benediction in every room in the house. They are a little feeble, and you make it as easy as you eau for them, and you .realize they will probably not visit you very often—perhaps never again. You go to their room after they have retired at night to see if the lights are properly put but, for the old people understand candle and lamp better than the modern apparatus for illumination. In the morning, with real interest in their health, you ask how they rested last night. Joseph, in the historical scene of the-text, did not think any more of his father thau you do of your parents. The probability is, before they leave your house they half spoil your children with kindnesses. (Jrandfather aud graudmother are more lenient and indulgent to your children thau they ever were to you. And what wouders of revelation in the bombazine pocket of the one and the sleeve of the other! Blessed is that home where Christian parents come to visit! Whatever may have been the style of the architecture wheu they came, it is a palace they leave. If they visit you 50 times, the two most memorable visits will be the first aud the last. Those two pictures will hang iu the hail of your memory while memory lasts, and you will remember just how they looked, aud where they -at, and what they said, and at what figure of the carpet, and at what door sill they parted with you. giving you the trial goodby. Do not be embarrassed it your father come to town.and he have the inanucrs of the shepherd, and if your mother come to town and there be m her hat uo sigu of costly millinery. The wife of the Emperor Theodosius said a wise thing wheu she said: “Husbands, remember what you lately were, aud remember what you are, aud be thankful.'' By this time you all notice what kindly provision. Joseph made for his father Jacob. Jviseph did not say: “I can't have the old man around this place, llow clumsy he would look climbing up these marble stairs, and walking over those mosaics! Then, he would be putting his baud upon some of these frescoes. People would wouder where that old greenhorn came from. He would shock aii the Egyptian court with his^anners at table. Besides that, he mlirut iret sick on uiv

hands, and he tnigh/pe querulous, aud he might talk to me as though 1 were on It a boy, when 1 am the second man in all the realm. Of course, he must not suffer, and if there is famiue in his country—and 1 hear there is—1 will send him provisions; but 1 can't take a man from Padauaratu aud introduce him into this polite Egyptian court. What a nuisance it is to have poor relations!” Joseph did not say that, but he rushed out to meet his father with perfect abandon of affection, and brought him up to the palace, and iutroduced him to the emperor, and provided for all the rest of the father's days, and nothiug was too good for the old man while living; and when he was dead, Joseph, with military escort, took his father's remains to the family cemetery. Would God all children were as kind to their parents. If the father have large property, and he be wise enough to keep it in his own name, he will be respected by his heirs; but how often it is when the son finds his father in famiue, as Joseph found Jacob in famine, the yonng people make it very hard for the old man. They are so surprised he eats with a knife instead of a fork. They are chargiued at his antediluvian habits. They are provoked because he can not hear as well as he used to, and when he asks it over again, and the son has to repeat it, he bawls in the old man's ear; “1 hope you hear that!”

' How long he must wear the old coat ; or the old hat before they get him a new one! How chargined they are at his independence of the English grammar! How long he hangs on! Seventy years and not gone yet! Seventy- | five years and not gone yet! Eighty years and not gone yet! Will he ever go? They think it is of no use to hare a doctor in his last sickness, and go up to the drug store and get something that makes him worse, and | economize on a coffin, and beat the undertaker down to the last point, giving a note for the reduced amount, which they never pay! 1 have officiated at obsequies of aged people where the family have been so 'inordinately resigned to Providence that I felt like taking my text from Proverbs: “Ihe. eye that mocketh at his father, and'refuseth to obey its mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it,” In other words, such an ingrate ought to have a flock of crows for pall-bearers! I congratulate you if you have the honor of providing for aged parents. The blessing of the Lord God of Joseph and Jacob will be on you.

Let the ungrateful world sneer at the maiden aunt, but God has a throne burnished for her arrival, and on one side of that throne in Heaven there is a vase containing two jewels, the one brighter than the Kohinoor of London Tower, and the other larger than any diamond ever found in the districts of Golconda—the one jewel by the lapidary of the palace cut with the words: “Inasmuch as ye did it to father;” the other jewel by the lapidary of the palace cut with the wordr: “Inasmuch as ye did it to mother.” “Over the Hills to the Poor House” is the exquisite ballad of Will Carletou. who found an old woman who had been turned off by her prospered sous; but I thank God I may fipd in my text: “Over the hills to the palace.” As if to disgust us with unfilial conduct, the Bible presents us with the story of Micah. who stole the 1.100 shekels from his mother, and the story of Absolom, who tried to dethrone his father. But all history is beautiful with stories of filial fidelity. Eparninondas. the warrior, fouud his chief delight iu reciting to his parents his victories. There goes Aeneas from burning Troy, oa his shoulders Au- ■ chises. his father. The.Athenians punished with death any unfilial conduct. There goes beautiful Ruth escorting venerable .Naomi across the desert amid the howling of the wolves ami the j barking of the jackals. John Lawrence. burned at the stake iu Colehes- ; ter. was cheered iu the tlaines by his children, who said: “O God. strength- : en thy servant and keek Thy promise!” ; And Christ, iu the hour ofexcruciation, provided for His old mother. Jacob kept his resolution, “I will go and sec him before 1 die,” and a little while ! after we tiud them walking the tes- | seiated llpor of the palace, Jacob and Joseph, the prime minister proud of the shepherd. I may sav in regard to the most of i you that your parents have probably ! visited you for the last time, or will soon pay you such a visit, and I have wondered if they will ever visit you iu the King's palace. “Oh,” you say, “I am iu the pit of sin!” Joseph was iu the pit. “Oh,” you say, “I am in the prison of mine iniquity!” Joseph was once in prison. “Oh.” you say, “I didn't have a fair^ chance; 1 was denied maternal kindness!” Joseph was deuied meter* nal attendance. “Oh,” you say, “I am far away from the land of my nativity!” Joseph was far from home. “Oh,” you sav. “i have been betrayed and exasperated!” Did not Joseph's brethren sell him to a passing Ishutaelitish caravan? Vet Go l brought him tc that emblazoned residence; and if you will trust his grace iu Jesus Christ, you. too, will be emplaced. Oh. what a day; that will be when the old folks come from an adjoining mansion iu Heaven and find you amid the alabaster pillars of the throne room and living w'th the King! They are coming up the steps now. and the epauletted guard of the palace rushes iu and says: “Your father's coming, your mother's coming!” Antl/when under the arches of precious (stones aud ou the pavement of porphyry you greet each other, the scene will ^eclipse the meeting on the Goshen highway, when Joseph aud Jacob fell ou each other's neck and wept a good while.

ism, on, now changed the oUl folks will be! Their cheeks smoothed into the flesh of a little child. Their stooped posture lifted, into immortal symmetry. Their foot now so feeble, then with the sprightliness of abound* iug roe. as they shall say to you: “A spirit passed this way from earth and told us that you were wayward aud dissipated after we left the world; but you have repented, our prayer has been answered and you are here; and as we used to visit you on earth before we died, now we visit you in your new home after our ascension.” And father will say: “Mother, don't you see Joseph is yet j alive?” and mother will say: “Yes. fa*; ther, Joseph is yet alive.” And then they will talk over their earthly anxieties in regard to you, anil i the midnight supplications in | ; your behalf, and they will recite I to each other the old Scripture passage j with which they used to cheer their i staggering faith: “I will be a do 1 to thee and thy seed after thee.” Oh. the j | palace, the palace, the palace! That is what Richard Baxter called “The Saints* Everlasting Rest.” That is what John Uunyan called the “Celestial City.” That is Young's “Night Thoughts” turned into mourniug exultations. That is Gray's “Elegy in a churchyard” turned to resurrection spectacle. Tut is the Cotter's Saturday Night” exchanged for the Cotter's Sabbath morning. | That is the shepherd of Salisbury plains amid the flocks on the hills of Heaven. That is the famiue^-struck Padauuram turned into the rich pasture field, of Goshen. That is Jacob visiting Joseph at the emerald castle. When a fellow- carries a corkscrew, it w presumptive evidence that he doesn't use it brushing his te^th.—Washington Democrat.

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