Rensselaer Republican, Volume 15, Number 28, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 March 1883 — Page 2

DE TRAIN ON DE GOLDEN RAIL. - • Dia nigger’s hair am turnin'whita[like de cotton on de stalk, His limbs am gro *ia' feeble, an' its hard fer me ter walk; But wid all uy dis I’ae happy, an' w'en de gospel train rolls by Uncle Remus will be runnin', an’ will stop fer me an’ Si. I’ll be standin’ at de staahun, wider through ticket in my han*. An’ (loan kalkerlat ter git off de train dia side de promise lan’; We’ll fire de newsbutch from dejkar, his pies will not be sold, Kase we’se gwine ter take our own grub es we has ter take it cold. I>e cross-ties will be uv marble, an’ de spikes uv silver white, Fer de gospel train on de golden rail, will leave de sinner sum sight; Wid Uncle Remus* lian' on de throttle, an’ Old Si in de baggage car, We'll lau’ on time in de sweet byn’ bye, wid de beautiful gates ajar.—[Griffin, (Ga,) News.

GOTLIEB’S CONSTANCY.

The first rays of the morning sun had not yet tinged the hill-tops surrounding the German hamlet of V. when a young man attired in the villagers’ Sunday suit, knocked at the door of a cottage just on the outskirts of the tou’n. The knock, timid at first, met with no response, but at the second and louder one a young girl opened the door and said: “Is that you, Gotlieb?” “Yes, Rose, I could not go without seeing you once more,” answered the young man. “Come and sit with me on this bench; I would speak to you that the sound of your voice and your pretty face may be the last recollections I shall [carry with me to the land beyond the sea.” With words half deprecatory at the unseasonableness of the hour, yet calling him a foolish Gotlieb with those accents of love and tenderness women give to words otherwise insignificant, she stepped outside in the fresh morning air. Very lovely she was in the flush of her girlhood,'for Rose Stanish was scarcely 16, and sixteen years ne’er crowned a lovelier face. So thought Gotlieb, as he took in at one glance the mass of wavy blonde hair, the fan: face, lit by eyes of glorious blue, from whose shining depths came mingled glances of shyness, coquetry and innocence, down to the tiny bare feet that sought a hiding place in the long, smooth grass. “Rose,” he exclaimed,do you know that you are as lovely as the picture of the Madonna that hangs in the chapel of the great house on the hill?” “Am I?" was the response, in a tone half questioning, half assenting. “But I'm not half as handsomely dressed,” and she looked down at the coarse peasantdress she wore with a look of unmistakable disgust.

“Rose! Bose! You are prettier in that drees than the burgomaster’s wife in all her velvets and fine feathers." ‘•Then how much handsomer won Id I not be with them? Besides, Master Gotlieb, you forget that everyone does not see me with your eyes.” “No, nor would I have them so see you,” he said quietly, for he was stung that at the moment of a separation which might last for years, she could think of her dress. “See, the sun is climbing the -mountains, and I must bid you good-by. Don’t forget me, Rose, jmd, God prospering, I shall be with you in five years at the most. Promise me not to forget me, my sweet Rose,’’ and twining his arms -around the young girl’s waist,heimprint--ed a kiss on her lips as she sobbed out her promise, and ere many moments was already far on his road. With a heavy heart Rose turned and entered the cottage. * It is the same old story, so old, yet always possessing the charm of youth and novelty; the story heart has whispered to heart since time was; the story whose “open sesame" to the realms of happiness are the words “I love and am beloved.* Between the two and the realization of -their dreams had intervened the arm of the law, of that German law that, with an eye to the future, prohibits marriage unless both parties can produce a given sum as security against pauperism. Of the influence of that law on the morals* and prosperity of the people, let statistics speak. I only deal with it as to its influence on Rose and Gotlieb, causing their separation, as neither possessed as many kreutzers as florins were required, and both knew that years must elapse before the requisite sum could be amassed. Gotlieb had heard of that land where wealth only waited to be garnered, as wheat from the fields; where industry • perseverance were sure rounds in the ladder of opulence; so, with a sad heart it is true, but wooed by the hope of a speedy return, possessed of that which to Rose and himself Would be riches,he had determined to try his fortune in the new world. Rose had made no effort to detain him, understanding the impossibility of obtaining their wish if he remained. Besi des, she had an inherent love' of dress, which she knew could never be gratified in their native hamlet, but which she saw in ’rV cd to its fullest exkn* by the im-

mense wealth with which her day dreams pictured Gotlieb should ® return. Of course such thoughts had never found voice in his prest nee, but they were the constant solace and companions of the young girl as she fulfilled her daily tasks. That she loved Gotlieb she felt sure, for at the dance, the race, the festival, was he not the lightest and surest of foot, the handsoniest lad the whole country round? So, when Gotlieb had cast loving glances on her, she had not been too shy to return them, and it had all ended in the exchange of the little golden circles it had taken months of economy to purchase, and the voyage to America. ***** One evening,just at the same time of the year, five years after Gotlieb’s departure, a traveler could have been seen wending his way down the path that led to the hamlet of V . As a sudden turn in the road brought the village in full sight, a cry of joy escaped his l'ps,and although a hard day’s walk lay behind him, he quickened his pace as his eye took in each well-remembered spot Suddenly he stopped short and an exclamation of surprise fell from his lips as he became convinced that someTiouse stood in the place of the cottage he sought Involuntarily his mind reverted to the last time he had stood on that spot and taken a parting look at the sleeping hamlet. It was very little changed since then, the large house alone standing out as an intruder in the picture he had so indelibly impressed upon his memory. What could it portend? Was Rose dead? —he had not heard from her for three years. His heart stood still at the thought,when suddenly a light broke over his features. The house was not hers —she only boarded with the old couple. They, no doubt, had died, and some rich burgomaster had bought the place. Where, then, should he seek Rose? No doubt the people of the great house could tell him of her. Ah! Gotlieb! Gotlieb! your faithful heart could believe her dead, but false—never! You would have as soon doubted your own truth as her fidelity! With renewed courage he descended the path. In the garden a young child was at play, while a lad; watched its sport She wore the dress of the upper class—that he could see. It was, then,as he supposed. Some rich landowner had purchased the ground and erected the house. With a heart lightened of a weight he was scarcely conscious it bore, he reached the entrance. Tapping gently at the gate he bade the lady good evening. At the sound of his voice she rose abruptly and turned a frightened look on the speaker, and, as her eyes fell on his face, a single cry escaped her lips—“Gotlieb!”

“Rose—Rose Franish, am I dreaming?” he said, looking excitedly, alternately at her and at the child who now dung to her skirts. Five years had made a greater change in her face than in his. Her’s had lost its happy contour; its happy, contented look, and, although her eyes were as blue, and the ripples of her hair as golden as the day he left her,there was such a change that, but for that cry, he would have doubted that his betrothed stood before him. “Rose, tell me, am I dreaming?” he repeated, in a voice so full of anguish that tears stood in her eyes as she said: “Gome, you must not stand here. Some one may see us, and .that would not be well,” and, catching his hand, she dragged rather than led him into the house. Shutting the door carefully, she continued: “Now, Gotlieb, yoa may speak freely; we are alone.” She was much calmer now than he was, for she had contemplated this meeting for months, while to him it had come with the force of the unexpected. He had trusted her so implicitly, and now to find himself deceived! “You have been married three years,” he said simply. He had no need to ask; he knew it was the time when her letters had ceased. “Yes. The burgomaster’s wife died, and—and —” she hesitated. “And you married him. He could give yon what I might not be able to do.” He spoke quietly now, so quietly that she was deceived, and with the selfishness that was such a blot on her character, she could not bear that her loss should inflict so little pain. “What would you?" she Said. “You could dance with the girls and enjoy your Sunday promenade, because in that new world no one knew of poor Rose. But here it was different. Everywhere I was left to myself, for was I not Gotlieb’s betrothed? Not one of these boobies could see that I could dance and yet be true to you. Two years passed so slowly—three years seemed to me an age. The burgomaster was kind. He gave me pretty things, and made me dance, and said that I was the sweetest Rose of all Germany. Besides, how did I know but what you, one day, might see a prettier face then mine, and never come back?” He listened to her as if in a dream. Could it be for this he had toiled and saved? He might tell her that never dance nor festival had he seen sines last

his arm encircled her in the waltz. But wordi and protestations were useless now, and he began to feel she was not worthy of the devotion he had given her. Bitterly he contrasted this meeting with what he had so often pictured it. How often had he thought of her delight when she should listen to the stories sos that land that had been so kind to him; for Gotlieb had found the true philosopher’s stone. Care and economy had transmuted the fruit of perseverance into gold As he realized how worthless it all was to him now,he bowed his head on his hands and a great heart-sob escaped him. Rose was touched deeply by this first sign of how much he had suffered. Her better nature was aroused, and, bending quickly over him, she said: “Gotlieb, do not mourn so. lam not worth so much regret I loved you, but I loved myself better. Believe me, however, I would have spared you the pain of this meeting. God only knows how fervently I prayed that you might be as false to me as I was to myself, If it will console you, I will, say what no wife should utter—you alone have held my heart. Does that suffice? Go, now. My husband may come in at any moment The meeting would not be pleasant to either. I know my duty. He is kind, and. believes I have forgotten you. Let him not be undeceived. Good-by, Gotlieb,” and, rising, she held out hey hand to him. He knew she was right. It was best he should go. Seizing her hand, he imprinted a kiss upon it, and was gone. The next day he left his native hamlet, never to return. She had been faithless, but she had loved him. That was the one 'consolation he carried back with him to the land of his adoption, where success still attended his efforts, although no other face made him forget the false, fair features of Rose Franish.

Mr. Beecher on the Horse.

From address before American Veterinary College. Mr. Beecher said he had not dared to trust himself to the delivery of an extern poraneous address, and he hoped the audience would bear with him while he read from manuscript, “In ‘ fact, you’ve got to,” he said. “Human life may be of more importance than the life of an animal,” he continued, “and yet the veterinary surgeon may rank as high as he who administers to humanity. A man need not necessarily be an ass because he cares for horses. If ever there was a faithful animal it was the horse. In the opalescent vision of St John in the Apocalypse the horse was deemed worthy of ein g associated with the gods. Loving liberty, how readily he submits to bond age. He is ten times stronger than man and yet how submissive to man’s will! If a horse but knew his rights and his power, no man could abuse or maltreat him. His self-abnegation deserves 8 better fate. ‘He is the servant of all and the «lave of all and abused of ah.’ He begins life with one year as a colt, and when at last he has ceased to be useful to the peddler be has the only privilege of his life —the privilege of dying.’ In war the horse is ‘as sensitive to danger as the most nervous of men. When the trum« pet calls he swallows his fear and offers his life as readily as a brave and patient man. Yet for him there is no reward, no gUttering medal, no honorable mention in the gazette and no pension.” The draft horse is more to be admired than the racer. He was the family friend. What a debt was due him that was never repaid. “The physician uses him from door to door, ana collects his inevitable and inexortable fee, but the horse gets nothing but the privilege of going again, and often without, even an ‘oat-stiver.’ It ought to give a man pleasure to be called to minister to the sufferings of this most human and most abused of all animals." Then there was the cow, “not the pne that postures at the pump, nor the distillery cow that the devil fosters, but the cow that lies under the shadowy trees in summer and looks as sleepy as the August .clergyman.” She was the best physician for children. “This is an age of humanity,” he said, in conclusion. “Men are sensitive to suffering as they never were before. Cruel laws are passing awny, and even cruelty in slaughteringjanimals is discountenanced. Do not let any man look down on you because he ministers to mankind while you minister to suffering brutes. Let your names be remembered for your fidelity, your humanity and your science-”

The Regrets of Ananias.

Denver Tribune. While making the Daily Round of hie Domain, his Santanic Majesty onoe came across Ananias who appeared to be Suffering unusual Torments. In reply to Inquiries, Ananias feelingly Observed: “I am not so much Tormented by these Flames as by regrets that I am not now on Earth making a Reputation as the Dandiest advertising in the newspaper Business. _ Ex-Governor Roberts, of Texas, has lieon made president of an Austin university.

HIS PA STABBED.

Peck’* Ban. “I hear you had burglars over to your house Igst night,” said the grocery man to the bad boy, as he came in and sat on the counter, right over a little gimlet hole where the groceryman had fixed a darning needle so that by pulling a string the needle would fly up through the hole and run into the boy about an inch. The grooeryman had been h ying for the boy for two days, and now that he had got him right over the hole the first time, it made him laugh to think how he would make him jump and yell, and as he edged off and got hold of the string theboy looked unconscious of impending danger. The groceryman pulled, and the boy sat still He pulled again, and again, and finally theboy said: “Yes, it is reported that we had burglars over there. O, you needn’t pull that string any more. I heard you was setting a trap for me, and I put a piece of board inside of my pants, and thought I would let you exercise yourself. Go ahead, if it amuses you. It don’t hurt me. ’ The grooeryman looked sad, and then smiled a sickly sort of a smile, at the failure of his plan to puncture the boy, and then he said, “Well how was it? The policeman didn’t seem to know much about the particulars. He said there was so much deviltry going'on at your house that nobody could tell when anything was serious, and he was inclined to think it was a put up job.” “Now lets have an understanding,” says the boy. “Whatever I say, you are not to give me away. It’s a go, is it? I have always been afraid of you, because you have a sort of decayed egg look about you. You are like a peck of potatoes with the big ones on top, a sort of strawberry box, with a bottom raised up, so I thought you woule go back on a fellow. But if you won’t give this away, here goes. You see I heard ma tell pa to bring up another bottle of linament last night When ma corks herself, or has a pain anywhere, she just uses linament for all that is out, and a pint bottle don’t last more than a week. Well, I told my chum, and we laid for pa. This linament ma uses is offul hot, and almost blisters. Pa wenti to the Langtry show and did not get home until eleven o’clock and me and my chum decided to teach pa a lesson. I don’t think it is right for a man to go to t 1 e theater and not take his wife or his little boy. So we concluded to burgle pa. We agreed to lay on the stairs, and when he came up my chum was to hit him on the head with a dried bladder, and I was to stab him on the breast pocket with a stich and break the linament bottle, and make him think he was killed. It couldn’t have worked better if we had rehearsed it ‘ We had talked about burglars at supper time, and got pa nervous, so when he came up stairs and'was hit on the head with the bladder, the first thing he said was 'burglars by mighty,’ and he started to go back and then I hit him on the breast pocket, where the bottle was, and then we rushed by him down stairs, and I said in a stage whisper, 'I guess he’s a dead man'’ and we went down cellar and up the back stairs to <my room and undressed. Pa hollered to ma that he was murdered, and ma called me, and! came" down in my night shirt, and the hired girl she came down, and pa was on the lounge, and he said his life blood was fast ebbing away. He held his hand on the wound, and said he could feel the warm blood trickling clear down to his boots. I told pa to stuff some tar into the wound, such as he told me to put on my lip to make my mustache grow, and pa said, 'My boy this is no time for trifling. Your pa is on his last legs. When I come up stairs I met six burglars, and I attacked them, and forced four of them down, and was going to hold them and send for the police, when two more of them that I did not know about, jumped on me, and I was getting the best of them, when one of them struck me over the head with a crow bar,'and the other stabbed me to the Heart with a butcher knife. I have received my death wound, my boy, and my hot southern blood, that I offered up so freely in her time of need, is passing from my body, and soon your pa will be only a piece of poor clay. Get some ice and put on my stomach, and all the way down, for lam burning up.’ I went to the water pitcher and got a chunk of ice and pv.t it inside pa’s shirt, and while ma was tearing up an old skirt to stop the flow of blood, I asked pa if he felt better, and if he could describe the villains who had murdered him. Pa gasped and moved his legs to get them cool from the clotted blood, he said, and he went on, ‘One of them was about six feet high and had a dandy mustache. I got him down and hit him in the nose, and if the police find him his nose will be broken. The second one was thick set, and weighed about two hundred. I had him down, and my boot was on his neck, and I was knocking two more down when I was hit The thick set one will have the mark of boot ' heels on his throat. Tell the

when lam gone, abo.it the bout heel marks.’ Ry this time ma had got the skirt tore up, and she stuffed it under pa’s shirt where he was hit, and pa was telling us what to do to settle his estate, when ma began to smell the liniment,and she found the broken bottle in his pocket and searched pa for the place he was stabbed, and then she began to laugh, and pa said he didn’t see as a death-bed scene was such an almighty funny affair, and then she told him he was not hurt, but that he had fallen on the stairs broken his bottle, and that there was no blood on him, and he said, ‘do you mean to tell me that my bedy and legs are not bathed in human gore?’ and then pa got up tnd found it was only the liniment He got mad and asked ma why she didn’t fly 1 around and get something to take that liniment off his legs, as it was eating them right through to the bone, and then he saw my chum put his head in the door, with one gallus hanging down, and pa looked at me, and then he said, *Look-ahere, if I find out it was you boys that put up this job on me, Til make it so hot for you that you will think liniment is ice cream in Comparison.’ I told pa that it didn’t look reasonable that me and my chum could be six burglars, six feet high, with our noses broke and boobheel marks on our necks, and pa he said for us to go to bed alfired quick, and gii 8 him a chance to rinse off that linimen i, and we retired. Say, how does my j a strike you as a good single handed lia ? and the boy went up to the counter while, the groceryman went after a scuttle of coal. In the meantime, one of the grocervman’s best customers, a decon in the church, had come in and sat down on the counter, over the darning needle, and as the groceryman came in with the coal the boy pulled the string and went out doors and tipped over a basket of rutabagas, while the deacon got down off the counter with his hands clasped, and anger in every feature, and told the grocerymaxi he could whip him in two minutes. The groceryman asked what was the matter, and the deacon hunted up the source from whece the darning needle came through the counter, and as the boy went across the street the deacon and the groceryman were rolling on the floor, the grocery man trying to hold the deacon’s fists while he explained about the darning needle, and that it was intended for the boy. How it come out the boy did not wait to see. The Popular Plan. Detroit Free Frees. One can not only buy everything, from a cook-stove to a coffin, on the weekly or monthly payment plan, but a Detroiter has applied the principle to a still higher object. A certain young man interviewee him the other day in regard to the hanc of his daughter, and the father heard him out and replied: “Well, if Mary is willing and shall not object, I intend to give her SIO,OOO as i dowry.” “What a noble and generous father!” gasped the young man. “But I shall adopt the installment plan,” continued the father; “instead of giving her the sum in a lump, I shall pay her $3 per week for sixty-four years. That will not only prevent her from specula tion and loss, but come much easier to: me.”

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