Rensselaer Republican, Volume 15, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 February 1883 — Page 2

PINNA CHIDE. Ah! dinna chide the mitfeer Y« may na hae her Lang; Her Taioe.abone your baby tort, 8m softly crooned the sang;’ Bhe thooht ye ne'er » burden. She greeted ye wi’ Joy, An’ heart an’ hand in earin’ ye Fooh’ still their dear employ. Her han’ has lost its connin', It’s tremblin' now and slow. Bat her heart is leal an’ Lorin’ , As it was long ago! An’ though her strehgth may wither An’ faint her poises beat, Nans will be like the mither, Sae steadfast, true an’ sweet. 1b "■«»" rerere the mither, Feeble an’ auld an' gray; The shinin' ones are helpin’ her Adoon her evenin’ way! Her bairns wha wait her yonder. Her gnde mon gane before; She wearies—can ye wonder?| To win to that braw shore! An’ dinna chide the mither! O lip; be slow to say A word to chide the gentle heart Wha watched your childhood’s day, Ay, rin to heed the tender voice Wha crooned the cradle sang; An’ dinna chide the mither, sin. Ye-may na hae her lang!

THE LEAF OF GERANIUM.

It is strange, when we come to think •boat it, on what small cogs and pivots the wheels of fate ran, and what a slight jar will do toward changing the whole machinery, and set it to running in an entirely different direction. It was a geranium leaf that altered the whole course at my life. But for the trivial leaf picked by a yoc.ng girl in a thoughtless mood I should not have been sitting here to-day in this pleasant dining-room, where the «nn oomes in through the vine wreathed windows and falls upon the geranium pots inside; and this little girl would not be upon my knee, nor yonder red-cheeked maidpm on the veranda with young Smithere; and neither would that very handsome matron who just passed into the parlor have been in her present situation. If you will listen an hour or so I will tell you my story. It was just twenty years ago this summer that I married Carrie Dean. She was 21 and I was 27 —both old enough to know what we meant and what we were about—at least I was, but Carrie was such a coquette that I used to think she had no mind of her own. Oh, but she was lovely! All rose-ool-ered and white, and brown-tressed, and pearly teeth, with the roundest, plumpest figure, and as graceful as a fairy in every movement, and with beautiful, shapely hands that were a constant delight to the eyes. I was just home from college, and she was on a visit to my Btepmothar,her aunt, and my half sister Lilia, her cousin. I had seen a good many girls in my •even years at college, and some of the belies of the land; but I had never yet had my heart stirred by any woman’s yes as Carrie Dean’s stirred it when my eyes met her’s in greeting, and the touch of her soft fingers completely set me •float on the sea of love. I was her slave from that hour—not Iter slave, either, but her passionate lover and worshipper. And, of course, she knew it, and, of course, being a finished eoquet, she queened it over me right royally.

There was Fred Town, the country physician, and Tom Delano, the handsome young farmer, both as badly off as I was; and a pretty time we had of it Fred and chums in former days —were at swords' points now, and hated each other splendidly for a few weeks, and Tom I held in the utmost contempt, and railed at them both whenever opportunity presented itself, for Carrie’s edification, after the manner of men, and was repaid by.seeing her bestow her sweetest smiles and'lflanbes upon them the next time they met. Fred drove a splendid span of bays, and almost every day they dashed up the avenue, and dashed out again with Miss Carrie’s added weight. And Tom was on hand nearly evening, and she was just as sweet to one as the other, and just the same to me; and that was what maddened me. I was not to be satisfied with a “widew’s third” by any means, and I told her so at last, and asked her how the matter was to be settled. *T love you better than those brainkss tops know how to love,” I said, hotly “and now decide between us.” She had listened to my love confession with blushing cheeks and downcast eyes; bat when I said this she turned defiantly on me. They are no more fops than you are,” she said, “even if they have not spent •even yean in college. They are gentleman, and I can’t say that of every man of my acquaintance.” And here she shut the door between WB with a slam and left me to my pleasant meditations, and half an honr later I met her at the gate with Fred going out for a ride, which aggravating I must confess. * I thought over my conduct that night l

and concluded that I had been a brute. The next morning I found Carrie at the diningroom window alone and sought her side. She had her hand among the leaves of a sweet-scented geranium, and just as I approached she plucked a leaf and twined it among her braids. I remember how bright and green it looked among the dark locks. . -Carrier I began, “I fear I was very rule yarterday. * **l know you were,” she said, looking indifferently out of the window. This was a bad beginning but I went on. * "But, Carrie I love you so, and when I see you with that Fred ” But here Mira Carrie turned on her heel. "I am not going to listen to you while you slander my friends,”<she said. When you can speak respectfully of Mr. Town I will return.” and here she left me again. I left the house then and did not return until afternoon. As I came up the path I met Tom Delano. Poor fellow, he looked like the last rose of summer after a rain. “Good-by,” he said gloomily. Tm going away. She has sent me of£ and I can’t stay in the plaoe. I hope you are the happy one —I do, honestly, AL She said her heart was given to another, and it’s either you or Fred. I hope it is you and God bless you!” Here Tom dashed away and left me staring after him in amazement. “Given her heart to another!” I repeated, with a pain in my chest somewhere. “Well, it is- evident that I am not the other, and that Fred is. Poor Tom—poor me! The best thing I can do is to follow snit and leave, too. I can never see her the wife of another, and the sooner I am off the better.” So I went moodily up to my room and paoked a satchel and got all things in readiness for a speedy departure. On my way up I met Carrie just emerging from her room arrayed in her jaunty riding habit, and I could hear Frank’ deep tones shouting “Whoa!” down in the yard below. I watched her trip down the stairs and out of sight, thinking that it was the last time I should see her for years, perhaps forever.

When I had strapped the last buokle on my satchel and all waa in {readiness, I went to say good-bye to father, mother and Lilia. Lilia was not indoors,and my parents looked at me in amazement “But Allen, my son, pleaded father, “I had thought you would enter into business with me. There is a grand opening for you, and I have held the position in reserve.” ' I thank you for all that, but I want to travel a year or two before going into business,” was all I could answer; and father gave me up in despair. Lilia was still absent; but it was quite dark, and the train would leave in half an hour, so I left a “good-bye”ffor her and passed out into the hall. It was a long, narrow hall, reaching the whole length of the house, and with several rooms opening into it; but as yet it was unlighted, and as dark as Egypt. About half way through it I heard the street door open and shut, and a moment later ran full against some one entering. It is Lilia I thought and reaching out my arms caught her between them. “Is it you, Lilia?” I said.

But she did not- answer, only twined her two arms about my neck. “Why, little sister,” I said, softly, “do you love me so much?” For Lilia was not demonstrative, as a usual thing, and I was surprised at her movement. “Oh, better, than all the world beside, Allen !’’ she said in a whisper. And then, as I lifted the face to my lips, the sweet odor of geranium perfumed the air, and my heart gave a great leap. It was Carrie, and not Lilia, that I held in my arms. She was trying to disengage herself now, but I suddenly caught her light form in my two stout arms, and opening the library door, I carried her into the brilliantly-lighted room. Her face was hot with blushes now, and her eyes full of tears. “You are too bad,” she sobbed, “and I hate you.” But then she notioed my traveling attire and paused abruptly. “Why, where are you going?” she asked, with interest “I was going away, never to return,” I answered, “but since you said what you did in the hall I have changed my mind.” Carrie pouted. “I was only speaking for Lilia.” “Then I shall go, shall I, and leave you to marry Fred ?” “I detest Fred,” she cried. “And you love me better than all the world ?" “Yes.” r«But how did yon know it waa not Lilia, she asked, as we sat together. “By the geranium leaf I saw you put in your hair thin morning. “And but for that you would have

gene away and not come back for yeara?” “Yes ; perhaps never come back, but for that tell-tale leaf.” Then we will keep this leaf always,” she said, taking it from her hair. And So we have. I procured a little golden box, and there it is to-day, one of our dearest treasures. Of oourse I married Carrie, and of course that blooming is she. * * .* * ♦ Tom Delano did not die of a broken heart, but married a lovely girl out west a few months after his departure, and Fred Town is our family physician, and has a pretty wife of his own.

Indiana Statistics.

Extract from Annual Report Bureau of Statistics. The agricultural production of last year was more remarkable than is generally supposed. The wheat area was 3,063,348 acres, and the production 46,928,643 bushels. The chief of the bureau observes that the cultivation and growth of wheat has developed more rapidly than that of any other staple crop, and has more than kept pace with the population. In 1860 the produot per capita was 6.30 bushels ; in 1860 it was 12.50 bushels ; in 4870 it was 16.51 bushels, and in 1884 had increased to 23.76 bushels per capita. The yield of other crops was proportionately large, as shown by the following summary : Crops. Acres. Bushels. Corn. 8,812,688 115,680,797 Oats 684,822 19,615,516 Irish potatoes 72,984 7,264,880 The chief of the bureau estimates that the home value of the principal agricultural productions of 1882, based upon the current markets, will not fall below $225,000,000. How muoh of this is surplus and finds a market outside of the State cannot be calculated. In a resume of the eoonomic statistics it is shown that in thirty one counties there was a decrease in the mortgage indebtedness last year, and that the transfers of real estate amounted in value to over $9,000,000. Statistics have been gathered from fifty-six counties which will afford a basis for the adjustment of fees and salaries of oounty officers. Since the last annual report the permanent oommon school fund has been increased $70,747.79, making the total amount of-the fund $9,203,353.98, which is larger than that of any other State.

Then He Continued.

Detroit FreeJtoM. Several men were seated in a Detroit drug store the other day with their feet on the stove and a cigar in each month, when q boy looked in and yelled out: “Some of you had a horse hitched out here!” “I believe I did,” quietly returned one of the sitters. “Well, he’s gone.” “Did he walk off?” “No, a runaway horse came along and upset the cutter and frightened him.” “And did he kiok himself dear of the cutter?” “Yes.” “I supposed he would. How did he start off?” “On a dead run.” “Which way?” “Up Woodward avenue.” “Did he turn in at Montcalm street?” “I guess he did.” “Well he’s probably gone home and will be routo d there somewhere when I go np. Bub, you might draw the cutter to some shop and tell ’em to fix it, and here’s a quarter for you.” The boy went out to piok up the kindlings and invent a way to draw a cutter half a mile on one runner, and the sitter relighted his cigar, got a new brace for his feet, and said: “As I was saying, every sign indicates that this is to be a year of great oonflagations. It sometimes seems as if great calamities moved in waves through the world.”

Corn and Hogs.

American Farmer. From carefully-conducted experiments by different persons, it has been ascertained that one bushel of corn will make a little over ten and one-half pounds of pork, gross. Taking this result as a basis the following deductions are made, which all our farmers would do well to lay by for a convenient reference—that: When corn sells] for oents per bushel, pork costs 1% oents per pound. When com oosts 17 oents per bushel, pork oosts 2 oents per pound. When com oosts 26 oents per bushel, pork oosts 3 oents per pound. When com oosts 33 oents per bushel, pork oosts 4 oents per pound. When bom costs 60 oents per bushel, pork oosts 5 oents per pound. The former statements show what the farmer realizes on his oorn when sold in the form of pork. When pork sells for 3 oents per pound, it brings 25 oents per bushel in oora. When pork sells for 4 oents per pound, it brings 82 oents per bushel in corn. When pork sells for 6 oents per pound, it brings 45 oents per bushel in oorn. Keep your sweet potatoes as near an even temperature as possible.

A LITTLE SPICE.

Moses: I may have made some mistake ; but I don't remember ever having taken fees for any of the Wilderness star-routers. ' , A peddler added at a Philadelphia house the other day and asked to see the head of the family. He was referred to the servant girL A considerate lassie: A little Augusta three-year-old girl rebuked her mother for alluding to a black cat Bhe said it was a “oolored” cat Bjornstjerne Bjornson, the novelist narrowly escaped having a middle name. His parents intended to call him Bjornstjerne Bjojorjsjnjtjorjonjrastjse Bjomson, bat the “j” box gave out before the third syllable of the middle name was reached. “That butter is all right” said a board-ing-house keeper ; “it is firkin butter and tastes a little of the wood; that’s aIL” “If that’s the case,” replied the boarder, who is a contractor, “I should like to get some of the wood to make railroad bridges of.”

Mrs. Langtry has said : “The newspaper men of America are the handsomest brightest and most courteous gentlemen I ever met.” This, however, is not much of a compliment Mrs. Langtry never met any one but lords and dukes, and earls, and such people. Here is a little’ Georgian’s prayer, as given by the Gwinnett Herald: “Lord. I’m got a cold, awful one too—l want yon to come and cure me, cure me quick, too. I can’t see yon, but gness you can see me. Wake me up soon in the mornin’. Don’t care whether yon wake Henry up or not Amen.” French Fan: Making haste slowly : A young oouple, to whom parting is most sweet sorrow, engage a hack to drive them home from the Bois by the hour. The coachman takes in the situation and drives home with fond, reluctant* amorous delay. When the fare settles his bill the jarvey is unable to repress his disgust at the smallness of the tip. “One franc extra,” he says, with an expression of profound dissatisfaction, “and I made all the haste I couldn’t !” Wee Johnnie was riding on the cars with his mother and dropped on the floor one of the peanuts he was eating. After he had .finished the other he began to climb down to get the one on the floor, bat his mother stopped him, saying he could not have it He knew his mother would not change her mind, and he sat still in silence for several minutes. But he could endure it no longer, and soon a pitiful little voioe piped out: “Mother, can’t I get down on the floor and look at that peanut ?”

What Goes With the Farm.

Henry A. Haigh, Eeq., in the Agriculturist. When a farm is bought or sold, questions often arise as to what goes with it, and disputes may often be avoided if farmers know just what their farm deed includes. In brief, where no reservations are made in the deed, the conveyance includes the land, the buildings upon it, and all such chattels or articles as have become so attached or fixed to the soil or to the buildings, as become what is known in law as “fixtures.” The land, the buildings and the fixtures then, constitute the farm. The first two are easily understood—the land np to its boundaries is included in the deed. If the boundary is a street, or fresh water stream, or inland lake or pond, it extends generally to the middle of these, unless otherwise specifically stated. The buildings are all included, no matter how they rest upon the ground; and, if any one of thgm has been blown or tom down, and its materials stored away for future use upon the farm, such material is also in eluded. If it is found that any building belongs to some one else, with the right to remove it, such fact constitutes a breach of covenant, if not stated. What constitutes a “fixture” depends largely on the intention of the owner in putting it there, and also upon the manner in which it if affixed. Anything so fixed to the soil or the buildings that it cannot be removed without injury, nearly always goes with the farm: and anything of a permanent nature, fitted for permanent use, and annexed thereto by the owner, generally goes with the land, though it might be severed without any injury, as the following example will illustrate: All fences upon the farm go with it, but not fencing materials, as rails, etc., if bought elsewhere and placed upon the farm, and not yet built into a fence; they have never yet been “annexed.” But rails cut from timber standing on the farm and piled np for future use, go with it; their original annexation is not severed by being changed from standing trees to rails. If, however, they were cut with the intention of using them elsewhere than on the farm, they|would then be personal property, and would not pass. The bare intention of the mind of the owner in {his instance makes the difference between real estate and personal property Hop poles, if they have once been used upon the farm, are regarded as a part of it, although at the time of sale they are stored away for fnture use. Loose scaff; 1 ’ poles, however, laid acr.se tlic beams

tiae {reality. Standing Itraes, of course, are apart of the farm, so an trees out or blow dowm if left whore they fall, bat not if corded up for sale—the wood has then beoome personal property.

A Gotham Girl's Fate.

rom the Baltimore American. Fifteen yeara ago the daughter of rich and prosperous man, living in fine style on Fifth avenue, N. Y., went oat in a carriage, ostensibly on a shopping expedition. At Stewart's store she.left the carriage, and her coachman waited for over two hoars, until finally, becoming anxioos, he made inquiries. The young lady had disappeared, and though a great deal of money was spent, and much effort tnaAn to discover her, there was no trao& Ten yeara passed, and the detective, who had worked on the case very faithfully and anxiously, rose by degrees to the rank of police captain. One oold night, just after Christmas, four or five of his officers entered the station with eight or ten intoxicated women in their custody, two were crying over their arrest and the prospect of a prison ; others were fierce in their oaths at the interference of the police with their orgie, while others again were Bulky. Standing a little apart from the group of prisoners the captain noticed a tall woman of about thirty, and he saw that she had once been beautiful, though now her face was disfigured by a bruise on the cheek and a black welt under the eye There was, however, an air of refinement about the woman that attracted the police captain, and he eyed her curiously while the seargent recorded the names of the prisoners: Suddenly the woman beokoned to him. “Captain, do you know' me ?” was her question. “No.”

“Didn’t you once try to find Miss Grace 7 ‘Tee.” “Well, Fm her. I ran away just out of pure deviltry, and I’ve had my full share of it.” “Good heavens ! Why did you do it?” “Oh, I don’t know. The notion came into my head, and I obeyed the impnlse.” “And where have yon been all this time ?’ “Bight here in the ward, under your very nose. You never suspected me, though I saw you often enough.” “And have yon not repented of the step 7* “Repented !” and the word thrilled in the captain’s ear like the wail of a lost souL “Repented? Oh, God, Yes ! But it was too late.” “It’s never too late.” “Yes, it is. But it is not i too late to die!”' And before the captain could prevent, she had drawn a small pistol and shot herself. The poor creature lived for two days, and when she died it was in the arms of her father. The mother had died a few years before of grief. This is a true story, and shows how muqh truer real life is than fiction.

A Garfield Relic Room.

Letter in Philadelphia Press. Mrs. Garfield has set apart a room in her house expressly for the many tokens of respect and sympathy tendered to the President during his illness, and to the family after his death. Mrs. Garfield says she has not yet completed arrangements, and has not had time to arrange all the articles in the relic room as she intends them. The walls are thickly covered with handsomely-designed and rich-ly-framed resolutions, adopted by different secret societies, military organizations, and citizens’ meetings in this and other countries, just after the General died, and three marble-top tables are occupied with several very beautiful cases containing artistically arranged resolutions adopted by foreign cities. When completely arranged this memorial room will be one of the most sacred spots in the world, as it will contain expressions of love and respect from people of nearly every nation on earth. A new set of gold plated trimmings are to be put upon the casket containing the remains of General Garfield, as those now in use are becoming somewhat tarnished and worn.

Centralizatiou in Business.

New York Correspondence Detroit News. A well known dry goods house goes out of business January 1, having, after two years of trial,found the jobbing trade unremunerative. The fact is a few large firms are gradually absorbing all the business, and no moderate house can live and oompete with the peculiar methods and the gigantio capital of the great concerns. It is so in the boot and shde and grocery trades; a few houses do all the business and the small-sized firms, of which there were so many ten years ago, are gradually passing out of existence. Centralization in business seems to he the tendency of the times.

Wages in India.

Men in the India cotton nulls get as muoh as seven shillings a week. Women can earn about two-thirds as muoh, while children do not make more than about 60 cents a week, and yet these wages are about twice those paid tc farm labor