Rensselaer Republican, Volume 14, Number 36, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 May 1882 — Page 2

WORLDLY PRIDE. h Ok, why should the spirit of mortal be proud! Knox. be feeble wrap the athletic itt his shroud —Young. Thyself but dust, thy statue but a span. —Prior. How insignificant is mortal man!—Kirk White i How fading are the joys we dote upon! —John Morris. We make the grave our bed, and then are gone J. Miller. There’s no contentment in a world like this. -WlllisBeggars eiyoy where princes often do miss. —Greene Man's yesterday may never be like his mor row.—Shelley Tor days of Joy ensue sad nigh ts of sorrow. ■ ———• —ftnarles Think not too meanly of thy low estate. —O. W. Holmes They a’so serve who only stand and wait. -Milton. Honor and shame from no condition rise. —Pope. The man forgets not, though in rags he lies. —Akenside hd oh! believe me, who have known it best. —Maddeo. Tia not in moriais to command success. —Addison. Ye cannot know what ye have not tried, —Bulwcr. What fates Impose that man mu st needs abide Shakspearo. Free will is but necessity in play.—Bailey. Tt which the gods must yield, and we obey. Fletcher Man’s but the toy of an omnicieut power. —Stuart. A. achool-boy’s talo; the wonder of an hour. —Byron. <lrasp not at much, for fear thou losest all. —Herbert. One statesman rises on another’s fall —R. Brome. Hot wild ambition loves to slide not stand. . —Dryden The steps of its ascent are cut in' sand. -Robert Millhouse. Ah, fool, to exult In a glory so vain.—Beattie How little of life’s scanty may remain, —Burns Honor’s the darling of but one short day. —Sir H. Wotton For the fashion of this world passeth away. -Bible. Why on such sands thy spirit’s temple rear!l —Sigourney. A. sacred burden in his life ye bear,— —Frances Kimball. The good begun by thee shall onward flow. —Wilcox. As falls the tree, so lies it, so shalt thou. , —Dana. Heath is the port where all may refuge find. —Sterling. Hnenvied, unmolested, uncon fined. —Mrs. H. A, Deming,

A REAL SWEET STORY.

ftrom Harper's Weekly. It was by far the worst quarrel they nad ever had, and they had had mauy, lor she had a temper, and he had a temper, and they were both of them •impulsive young people with very little self-control. “You are a false, selfish, untruthful, •. man-like man,” said she. “And you a suspicious, unreasonable unwomanly woman,’, said lie. “Take back your letters,” she cried, flinging a parcel tied with hyacinthblue ribbon on the floor at his feet. “I will,” he muttered between his clenched teeth, picking up the parcel and throwing it into the fire,where it blazed brightly for a moment or two .and then flew away in thin uncanny black fragment up the chimney. As the last fragment disappeared, Rick tamed again to Letty, with frowning brow, hna asked, as he had asked before: “Do you still persist in accusing me of deceit and falsehood?” *‘l do,” she replied, “unless you show me the charm.” “I will not show it to you, ” he declared, with violent emphasis. “If my word be not sufficient. I refuse to give you farther proof. I wonder that yoa dare insult me asking it. And I also wonder how you, believing me to be false and untruthful, can be willing to trust your future to me. And, to speak frankly, I begin to think we have made a great mistake in supposing that we could spend that future happily together, for lam fully convinced we are anything but Two soulß with but a single thought, - . Two hearts that beat as one! (These lines were quoted with most inflection.) “And furthermore, I also begin to think that perhaps it would have been better ir we had never made this mistake—if we had never met, in fact.” •‘Oh, indeed, sir!”—with great assumption of dignity. “Have you just arrived at that conclusion ? I have been sure of it. But there is nothing easier than to part. Your letters are already disposed of. To-morrow I •will send back your ring and picture, and then, when I am free once paore, I can try and please my mother, (our acquaintance, as you are well aware, ban never pleased her), and in pleasing her I may And I am doing a pleasant as well as a wise thing for myself.” •‘Are you referring to Brougham Brown?” “I am referring to Brougham Brown.” •‘By heavens!” exclaimed Rick, aabjng bis hat, “this is too much. Betty, good bye forever!” Bat Letty begau humming an air fiom Patience, drumming an accompanimenton the window-pane, and

vouchsafed no answer. Rick rushed rom the room. The humming and drumming ceased instantly, and the whilom performer listened intently. Five minutes passed, and still the street door did not slam. “He is waiting for me to come out into the hall and beg his pardon, I suppose,” she said with a defiant grimace, “but I won’t,” and she turned again to the window as the door shut with a bang. ' And then she flung herself on the lounge, kicked oft her slippers, and cried like a summer shower. Rick gone, and gone “forever I’’—Rick whom she had loved so dearly, and who had loved her so dearly, for two long years. And why? Just because that silly, giggling Lena Varian, with her pale blue eyes and straw-colored hair, had chosen to tell fibs about him. And shaking the tears from her lashes, she began scolding herself as hard an she had scolded Rick. “The, idea, Letty Lounsbery, of your believing that girl before him! What possessed you? He did flirt a little with her, that is true; but all men flirt a little witli girls who persistin admiring them and flattering them. But he never gave her the little gold pig—your Christmas gift to him—never! How she got it I can’t imagine, but he would have explained if you had given him a chance.” And then tne absent mother, gone to Aunt Emory’s for a two days’ visit, came in for a share of reproach. “If she had only let our engagement be known. instead of insisting upon our waiting until Rick was twenty-one, and I had n<t been obliged to carry my engagement ring >n my back hair, the only place where it is safe from Baby’s—Goodness gracious! Bajty!” And Letty suddenly remembered that ever since Rink came in to make a morning call, knowing Mrs. Lounsberry was absent —poor fellow he’d have staid away if he could have foreseen his reception—Baby had been sitting alone in the d»nnin£-room in the middle of the big dining-table, surrounded by all the pickle and marmalade jars ana fruit cans and catsup bottles and jam pots out of the store-room. For it was the monthly house-cleaning day, and the store-room fell to Letty’s share, the foreign help being gifted with 100 great a talent for smashing and breaking, to say nothing of an equally great talent for abstracting and devouring both sweets and sours. Letty sprang from the lounge, tnrust her feet into her slippers, and hastened where duty had been calling her for some time. Baby sat, as good as gold, nursing a bottle of tomato sauce, snugly wrapped in a dish-towel, in the very spot where she had been when Rick’s ring summoned her to the door. Only one small flask broke on the floor, filling the air with the subtle fragrance of garlic. “That won’t be missed,” said Letty. “Thank fortune/’ there is no worse mischief done. But the “thank” was scarcely uttered when her eyes fell upon the last jar of the famous peach marmalade the secret of the making of which died with grandmamma, and which was being carefully kept for Aunt Emory’s (Aunt Emery was an old maid worth $30,000) birthday. There it stood directly in front of Baby, with more than half of its thick paper torn oft, and a yawning cavity made in its precious contents by little scooping fingers. “Oh, Baby, why couldn’t you have taken any jar but that?” asked Letty, reproachfully and dramatically. But Baby evidently had no excuse to offer for not doing so, for she kept on crooning to her bottle-doll, while her sister hastily fashionedN another paper hat aud tied it securely over what remained of the original covering. Then said Baby, “Rick liss I—nice Rick!”

“Oh, that is what he was doing when she foolishly imagined he was waiting for her to come and implore her forgiveness—bidding good-by to Baby. “She might have known it, for he had always loved Baby dearly. “Yes, Baby; nice Rick, good Rick, dear Rick; but, for all that, the ring he gave me goes back to him to-mor-row unless I hear from him to-night. How dare he wish that we had never met?” But she did not hear from him that night, and the next day the little band of gold was released from its hiding place in her thick brown hair, and a too faithful messenger placed it in Rick’s hands as he left his place of business. But, ah! what a silent, sorrowful maiden wandered about the Lounsberry dwelling thereafter! what a listless, weary voice repeated the nursery rhymes that Baby demanded fifty times a day! “No nice—no more,” said Baby, missing the merry tones and the happy laugh. But Mrs. Lounsberry was not at all displeased with the turn affairs had taken. Brougham Brown suited her much better as a prospective son-in-law than Richard Creighton. One was a wealthy young brewer, the other a poor clerk in a counting-house. “Letty will soon get over it,” she said to Letty's father, whose heart ached at the sight of his daughter’s sad faoe. “A first-love disappointment is always hard to bear for awhile. I thought I should have died when Stephen Ford married my cousin; but I didn’t; I lived to marry you. and I have a seal-skin cloak, and Mrs. Ford hasn't even a jacket.” And so Brougham Brown, who was really a manly, generous, good-heart-ed fellow, in spite of his'beer and wealth, encouraged by the maternal head of the house, began devoting himself in the most ardent fashion to Letty; and she, seeing her mother’s Jileasure thereat, and hearing no word rom Riok, received his attentions in a passive, unresponsive way. Three months went by, and it was Aunt Emory’s birthday, and that eccentric old lady had decided to divide* it among the family, lunching with

one portion, dining with another, and. supping with a third. The lunch party was given at her sister Letitia’s (Mrs. Lounsberry), and some half a dozen old friends and some dozen relatives were bidden to the f?asfc. Letty, in a sea-green gown (Rick’s favorite gown), with a spray of pink hyacinths (Rick’s favorite spring flower) in her hair, went quietly about welcoming the guests, Brougham Brown following her like her shadow, until lunch w*s announced. Then taking her place at the table, the young man still near her, she raised the cover from and-dipped a spoon into the last jar of grandmamma’s famous peach marmalade (she had had it placed before her, trusting to be able to hide the mischief Baby had done), when somebody said, addressing her mother: “Have you heard that Richard Creighton is going abroad for his health ? He has given up his situation, and sails m a nay or two. They say he has failed fast lately.” And the very next moment Aunt Emory fixed her spectacled eyes upon her niece’s poor pale face, and asked sharply: “What’s the matter, child? Do you see anything dreadful in the sweets?” “No, ma’am,” answered Letty, with a pitiful attempt at a smile, when the spoon struck something harder than preserved peaches should be. “Let me help you,” said Brougham; and with one turn of his wrist Jie placed upon the dainty china shell before her—a wad of paper. “And so that is the last of the celebrated marmalade, is it?” said Aunt Emory. “I.don’t want any. I prefer my sweets u nmixed with unknown foreign substances. Take it away, Norah.” But Letty was already slowly unrolling the paper (it proved to be the missing part of the jar’s original hat) —a rather difficult thing to accomplisn, as it stuck persistently to her small fingers, but accomplished at last, when out rolled the the little gold pig. And on the inside of the paper was scrawled, in Rick’s bold hand, these words: ‘*My Darling —How foolish we are —I mean, I am! Here is the charm. Miss Varian had it about ten minutes last night—only long enough to show it to you and tell you a story about it. Baby will give it to you. Had no paper, so I tore a piece off one of your jam pots. Will see you to-merrow evening. Rix.” Never did any young lady so suddenly break through all the conventionalities of society, never did daughter so quickly forget the wishes of her mother, never did niece so unflinchingly brave the displeasure of a $30,000 aunt as did Letty Lounsberry the instant after she had this note. “Brougham,” she cried; looking at him with beautiful, beseeching eyes, “I must see Rick, I must—l must. You will go and bring him to me, dear?” (It was the first time she had ever called him “dear,” and, alas! he felt that it would be the last.) For a moment he pulled his long mustache nervously. “We are not very good friends, you know,” at last he said. “Yes, I know. But I am to blame for that too,’’said Letta, hurriedly. “Forgive me, Brougham, but I must see Rick.”

And the good fellow, hesitating no longer, turned from that imploring face, and,with a tugging at his heartstrings, went off to seek his rival. He found him, and brought him back to the girl they both loved. And what do you think Aunt Emory did?—Aunt Emory, *vho had declared over and over again that only as Mrs. Brougham Brown, Letty should inherit any of her money. “Left the hoiise in a passion ?” Not a bit of it. She laughed and laughed until she could laugh no longer. “Now I shall have somthing new to tell folks,” she said, “They must be tired and sick of my old yarns. I’m sure I am. Love, gold pigs, jealousy, and marlamade all mixed up together. It’s one of the funniest things I ever heard in all my life.” “I’m glad you think so,” said Mrs. Lounsberry. It don’t strike me that way *What are you going to live on? “Oh, I’ll look after them,” said Aunt Emory, and her remark made a very good ending to this real sweet story.

What the Republicans Want to Know.

The Independent Republican voters of this State desire to know that the next Govenor of Pensylvania will serve the people and not a boss. If they are assured of this fact it will be a matter of little moment to them whether his name is Beaveir or Smith or whether the nomination is approved by a Cameron or not. No committee san settle this question and this is the one question in dispute. —[.Wilkesbarre Record, Hoyt Organ. Senator Hill’s friends think that he 'ftillnotbe able to live the year out. It seems that the senator has had very little hope of favorable results from treatment, owing to the fact that he was attacked by a disease which he inherited and which has carried off a brother, a sister and two aunts. The senator’s brother, Dr. Hill, died of cancer in the stomach, and his sister was attacked very much as he had been, by a cancer on the check, both resulting fatally.

Where Stars May be Seen at Noon.

The long blask sanyon in the Gunnison river, in Colorado, which the Denver and Rio Grande Railroad is to pass, is narrow, and the walls so high that the stars can be seen from its depths in the brightest day. In some places the walls are a mile in height and scardely more than forty or fifty feet apart. The engineers have zigzagged the line aoross the stream.—[Territorial Enterprise.

GEMS OF THOUGHT.

It is a, manly act to forsake an error. Inclination and interest determine the will. The fire of vanity is fed by the fuel of flattery. Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. Perseverance in the best school for manly virtue. Great truths are often said in the fewest words. Children have more need of models than of criticism. It is much easier to settle a point than to act on it. * What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. ■_ Poverty is in want of much, but avarice of everything. We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier. Wit is a merchandise that is sold, but can never be bought. The winner is he who gives himself to his work body and soul. Sow good services; sweet remembrances will grow from them. Great men and geniuses find their true places in times of great events. «, Troubles borrowed and stolen outnumber by far all others in the world. He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. The reproaches of enemies should quicken us to duty, and not keep us from it.

On the neck of a young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. The virtue of prosperity is temperance; the virtue of adversity is fortitude. Out in the world men show us two sides in their character; by their fireside only one. Action will not always bring happiness ; but there is no happiness with out action. • Clergymen consider this world only as a diligence in which they can travel to another. It is easy to look down on others; to look down on ourselves is a difficulty. A propensity to hope and joy is real riches, a propensity to fear and sorrow is real poverty. The best portion of a good man’s life is his little nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. Every man desires to live long; but no man would be old. * Be silent and safe; silence never betrays you. An evil-speaker differs from an evildoer only in the want of opportunity. He who obeys with modesty, appears worthy some day or other being allowed to command. Never let your zeal outrun your charity; the former is but human, the latter is divine. I’ve never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them. He who comes up to his own idea of greatness must always have had a very low standard of it in his mind.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done. If a man’s fortune does not fit him, it is like the shoe in the story; if too large it tips him up, if too small it p ; nches him. I believe that we cannot live better than in seeking to become better, nor more agreeably than having a clear, conscience. In life it is difficult to say who do you the most mischief, enemies with the worst intention or friends with the best. Every school boy and girl who has arrived at the age of reflection ought to know something of the history of the art of printing. A memory without blot or contamination is an exquisite treasure and an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment. The man of few words is not unfrequently the speaker to hold forth the longest. Those few words he never tires of repeating. If you are so poor that you can’t possibly find bread for your family, you had better give up searching and go to work for it. By doing good with his money, a man, as it were, stamps the image of God upon it, and malkes it pass current as the merchandise of heaveu. Study rather to fill your mind than your coffers, knowing that gold and silver were originally mingled with dirt, until avarice and ambition parted them. There seemeth to be a superfluity of books. But shall no more books be made? Aye, make good books, which, like the rod of Moses, shall devour the serpents of the enchanters. It must be kept in mind that Christianity is a new life in Christ. The secret of it is to be found in the personal relation of the soul to Christ, a Person.' In becoming Christians we yield ourselves completely to Him in sincere trust and obedience. And we are to become one with Him, in thought, in will, in sympathy, in desires and In work.

MISCELLANEOUS. Jeweled garters are all the rage. Paupers cost Ohio SBOO,OOO yearly. • Profanity is the masculine of tears. Glass eyes'for horses are now made. There are 959 female doctors in Russia. Moody and Sankey didn’t like London. Switzerland has 1,594 miles of railroad. Dublin has acquired the aesthetic . mania. TurgenefF, tne novelist, is dangerously ill. —— Paris has now 45 English or American bars. London has to feed 90,000 paupers every day. They’ve raised $70,000 to monument Calhoun. Penny walking sticks are being sold in London. It is more recherche to eat icecream with a fork. There are 1,200 bicycles in use in the country. Vaccination is made compulsory at Atlanta, Ga. Not even a tight rope is to be seen in Cincinnati. Red velvet parasols are the latest idiusyncracy. There are 3,800,000 farms in the United States.

A Missouri girl wrote 2,378 words on a postal card. New York city has now 340>£ miles of paved streets. Maggie Mitchell has made , $40,000 during the season. There are 45,700 post offices in the United States. The Kindergarten of St Louis educated 6,000 children. Englishmen are beginning to love to travel in Spain. James Gordon Bennett has given Mrs. DeLong $50,000. Mr. Edwin Booth is said to be worth over half a million. Jumbo has had a color named after him—a grayish brown. Mr. Wall, of Nebraska, has eaten 102 eggs at a sitting. More than 60,000 Americans will be in Europe this summer. The Texas horned frog is said to be a very poisonous animal. The cotton worm costs southern planters $15,000,000 a year. 6442 persons are epaployed in the Pittsburg glass factories. Russian manufacturing industries have doubled in 20 years. The Grand Army of the Republic have a membership of 85,000. Insect food is so plentiful in Brazil that the spiders weave no web. The Arizona Navojoes report an active volcano in their country. It is estimated that the gypsy children ofEugland number 30,000. The Lick house property, San Francisco, is now valued at $1*250,000.

The best corset contains no less than 500 bones, not counting the ribs, Large shipments of transatlantic potatoes have lately reached Gotham. - Pigeon shooting continues to gain much popularity in Engird. The highest salary paid to a primary school teacher in France is $440. Of 920,177 children born in France in 1880, 68,227 were illegitimate. Nearly all the berths for Europe are engaged till the middle of July. Another revision of the New Testament is promised in a few months. Senator Wade Hampton is one of the best fly fishers in the south. A North Carolina lady has 17 living children. This is an odd number. In 1880 there were reported in Vienna 2,23 J deaths from consumption. Ohio claims the heaviest woman in the world. She weighs 491 pounds. Excursions to gather May flowers for the hospitals are a Boston notion. The hides of all the cats in America would he worth $10,000,000 to commerce. The country uses a million postal cards every day, and they weign several tons. In Ihe English house of commons only one-sixth of the members are lawyers. It is said that John McCullough’s net gain by this season’s acting will be $50,000. The first shipload of wheat from America to South Africa is on its way to its destination. There are now 40 vessels in port at San Francisco, under engagement for wheat. Eight hundred and eighty-two locomotives were built in Pennsylvania last year. Five thousand of the Russian refugees will settle on rich Montana bottom lands. The uost of a recent foggy day in London was $60,000 for 75,000,000 feet of extra gas.