Rensselaer Republican, Volume 18, Number 4, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 October 1885 — Page 2

TO A GRAY HAIR. Gray visitant! What bring* yon here Unasked, unwelcome, prematurely? Too anon by many and many a year; There's some mistake about, it surely I Lone -silver thread among the’ gold.” (Not that I'm grieving that you're lonely), I’d pull you out, but I am told That two will come where one was only. To greet yon thus with jesting rhymes. No doubt appears the height of folly; But know “ths lip may smile at times, Although the heart be melancholy. What brought you here I can't suppose; life has flowed in quiet fashion — Not time, sot care, not duns, not bores, Not grief, not poverty, not passion. Bowhen my glass brings yon to view, I must exclaim: t“How in the nation Upon my upper lip did you”— Ohl I forfot, NOT dissipation. How in the nation (with a d—), You ought much longer to have tarried. I’m healthy, under thirty-three. Not very poor, and still unmarried. —Atlanta Constitution. i b STOLEN KISSES. In silence and hush of a dream, With never a sound to be heard, But a touch of lips in the gleam Of th-* Are and never a word, The echo will ever repeat. Breaking the silence in twain: •Stolen kisses aro.always sweet, And love is never in vain !’ For a kiss would a maiden wake From the charm of a dreamful sleep, . And a touch of true love would break The peace that the blue eyes keep, Forever the echo shall greet, Like song of a ripening rain: •Stolen'kisses are always sweet. And love is never in vain I” When life’s romance has been told, And kisses have lost their power, Then shall soft memory fleet, No more a dream to enchain: Yet “Stolen kisses are always sweet, And love is never in vain.”

AN ACCIDENT.

No one ever knew where the child came from, or even its name. One day a sloop freighted with brick ■was unloaded up town, and a hand on deck was tossing bricks, two by two, to another man on the dock. All of a sudden a wee little chap, not more than 2 years old, came toddling along, got right in the way, and way knocked over by the flying bricks. Bill Fosrter, who was handling the load, was a rough man. It had not been exactly his fault that the child had been knocked down, still he felt very sorry for it. The little fellow’s head was badly cut, and he was stunned. He was carried into the cabin of the sloop, and there lay quite motionless. The captain of the sloop sent to the police station, and the surgeon came. The child was carefully examined. The Burgeon said the case might be a serious one, and that the little boy had better be taken to the hospital. Forster had a sister who worked in a laundry, and at once he sent for her. Molly Forster hurried do’wn to the wharf, took the child in her lap, and listened breathlessly to what the surgeon said. The cabin of the brick sloop was not a handsome place to look at. It was dirty and slovenly, hot and close. Molly Forster set about making it tidy. She opened the little windows of the cabin, and kept off the crowd who were swarming in the narrow quarters. She fanned the child, laid it on a coarse pillow, having first spread her clean apron over it, and bathed the poor baby’s head, trying to staunch the flow of blood from the wound. “If,” said the surgeon, “you could keep the child perfectly quiet for a while it would be all for the better. lam afraid to jolt him in the ambulance. Maybe he will come to before long. It is rather cooler here on the river than in the hot wards of the hospital. Can you take charge of him until I come back ? I will see you this evening.” Molly had already torn up her handkerchief and bandaged the child’s head. Now she followed the surgeon’s directions. The doctor was a humane man, for when he left he put a half dollar into Molly’s hand and told her to buy some ice to cool the water she was using on the bandages.

Molly Forster fanned and fanned that little sufferer, and bathed its head, and was tender with the child. About sunset the surgeon came again, and just then the child opened his eyes. “Well, that’s! a good sign,” said the doctor. “Now hadn’t you better advertise him since no one has come for him ? Somebody will claim him, I supGise. I can arrange for you to keep m if you want to,” Although the accident was reported in two brief lines in all the newspapers, and notwithstanding the efforts of the police to find the parents of the child, no one ever came for it. All that night Molly Forster nursed the child. Occasionally Bill would push his hard-lined and weather-beaten face into the cabin window and look wistfully at the little child. He never went to sleep that night, but kept walking wistfully up and down the deck. At daybreak he said to Molly, in a hoarse whisper: “Molly, take that kid to your room. It’s got to be done.” Bill Forster, who was a man of 40, I have said, was rough. I do not know how it happens, but handling bricks seems to make people coarse and rather brutah Bill would take not only one glass of whisky, but as many as he could drink. Mixing with a crowd of men worse than he was, who frequented rumshops, he was much give/ to fighting, and his face was as </Tten as not disfigured with a blackeye or a cut lip. Bill earned about $1.25 a day, and when the week was up he never had a penny left-* Perhaps if Bill had not been a little drowsy and stupid that morning from two much liquor the

day before when the little chap got in the way he (Bill) would have been more careful how he threw his bricks. The week after Molls had taken charge of the child. Bin resisted the temptation to go on a spree, and gave his sister $1.50. That was the first time for years that he had ever saved a cent The week after that Bill did ' even better. There was Molly working as hard as she could at the washboard or ironingboard, earning 70 cents a day and feeding the child. That shamed Bill. It happened that the little boy's short frock had been stained with blood. Molly .had carefully washed it, but still Bill thought he saw stains on it and that worried him sick. , . . ■ .. ' Next week, when he saw his sister, who was waiting on the wharf for hiin the little fellow in her arms, he Said: “Bee >here, Molly, it’s kind of

hard on you, having to feed this little fellow. Bread and milk and potatoes cost money, and nursing him takes away lots of your time. Anyway, a dressing of that kid would be just ruination to you. Here’s $1.50 f/or his keep, and here’s- $1 besides, and buy calico dr something and make a frock for that child, and mind you burn the one he's got on, and next time I see him let him be looking prime. Won’t you?" “It’s mighty good of you, Bill—and just you wait I’ll rig him out He isn’t a .bit of trouble. When I’m at work I take him to the laundry, and he’s a real pet there. I used to be afraid he was kind of dazed—but don’t you bother, Bill, he’s all right, for he takes to playing now. He’s only quiet on account of his natural sweetness — all real good children's that way—and I love him, just as if he was my own baby.”

On the next trip to the North River Bill Forster pondered a great deal over the child. The fact is, the child, whether he was awake or asleep, was never for a moment out pf Bill's mind. He had never thought much about anything before, and it was hard work for him to think at all. Maybe because for more than one-half of his life his brain had been so muddled with liquor had never set it working. As the empty sloop floated up the broad river, slowly moving the tide, Bill sat in the shade of the flapping jib and argued with himself, and the general conclusions arrived at were by no means flattering to himself. “The beginning and the ending of this here is rum. I’ve wasted nigh on to twenty-five years of my life. Why hasn’t the boom of that mainsail knocked the stupid brains out of me before this? What have I got to show for forty years of life? Just these here ragged and brick-soiled clothes I stand in. Came near murdering a child, did you, you gObd-for-nothing beast ? Didn’t have no better sense nor that? A herding with drunken sailors, you big blackguard, and not knowing nothing better? Just fitten to toss bricks from on and off a sloop. That’s the., best you kin do. You took a drink this morning, and you feel sharp set for another just this blessed minute. You fcan’t get it because you are on the river where grog shops ain’t floating around. Ain’t you man enough to go to Haverstraw and, no matter what happens, say; ‘Bill Forster, don’t you take another drink, no matter if another fellow does stand treat?’ There’s lots of things that kid wants. There’s a whip. Likewise a pair of shoes, and when winter, comes, flannel petticoats and wool socks; likewise Christmas presents. Now, you loafer of a Bill Forster, every time you see the bottom of a glass ain’t you guzzling down something that little shaver wants? Maybe it’s just like you, you white-livered purp; you'll be letting your sister take the victuals out of her own mouth so as to feed ’em to that child, and it was you as shoved the kid on her. Maybe you’ll be hunting around for more babies to knock over with bricks, you good-for-nothing Portugee.”

When Bill had called himself a Portugese he had poured the last drop from his private vial of wrath on his own head. Bill helped to load the sloop with brick at Haverstraw, and although it was a hot, sultry day, and the work was heavy, he never took a drink. The other hands might come back smacking their lips and bantering him, but he stood firm. “No use, boys,” said Bill. “I did the business for that baby—and once is enough. I have got to take keer of him. It stands to reason. None of you is family men like me. I kin stand as much running as the best of you, but don’t you try and rub it in too steep. I hain’t got the reputation of being sweet-tempered, and mebbe I kin teach some of you manners.” It must be stated that there really was no necessity for Bill’s excited words, for the hands on the sloop seemed to take in the situation at once, and rather respected the way Bill assumed his self-imposed duties. Down the river Bill was thinking what name the child ought to have. Should it be George Washington, Ulysses Grant, or Moses ? He knew all the names of the steamboats going up to Albany, and to call the child “Albany,” or “Vibbard,” was suggested to him. At last he made up his mind that Molly should have the naming of the child. “She’s got most rights ’to to him, anyways.” Then he felt kind of melancholy with the idea that somebody might come later and claim the child. Bill had never read a story book in his life, so no romance of a rich father and mother coming in a carriage to demand their lost baby presented itself to his imagination. Bill became parsimonious, and that week saved, almost every cent of his wages. He begrudged himself even the tobacco he chewed. He only kept sufficient money for his, most meager wants. He never took a drink, and declined being treated. To Molly he gave his money. Sure enough the little boy, when Bill next saw him, had on a new frock, and with what pride Molly presented him to her brother!

“He just looks like a daisy, Molly. Isn't he pretty ? Kind of fcleepv, ain’t he, Molly?” “He does sleep a good deal, but that’s natural, Bill. Much you know about babies! But, Bill, what’s this pile of money for? I ain't spent all you gave me yet I don’t need it and the child don’t His cost for keep is so little." It’s mighty good of yon, Bill; and now and then you can give him a bit of clothes. As you say, when winter comes the poor little lamb will want thicker things, and they will cost more money. Here, I ain’t going to take this, depriving you of your hard-earned wages,” and Molly made a motion as if ,to return the handful of silver. “But, Moll, just.hold bard a minute. He mayn’t want it how. Supposin’ work was slack and I didn’t earn nothing. You have got to keep the cash for the time the boy grows. He’s got to go to school, and has got to look as nice as any other boy. He’s to be heddicated—know something more nor handling bricks. Don’t he do a lot of sleeping, Mojly ?* inquired Bill, anxiously. A... “Oh! don’t you keep worrying about

him. He’s been playing ever so sweet. Maybe he’s one of them children what talks late in life, and they, do I hear tell, is always the smartest in "the long run. Fact is, Bill, I have a surprise for you. He never said a word before yesterday. I was afraid myself he was kind of dumb.” Bill averted his face, and then looked out on the water, for the brother and sister were talking, on the dock.

“But—but to-day, Bill, he said ‘mudder’ so sweet, and then he said it over and over again, arid held out his pretty mouth to be kissed. Oh, Bill, his senses is coming back to him, slow, but sure.” And Molly cuddled the sleeping . child closer to her breast. Bill kept right on in the good way he had planned for himself, and never swerved a hair’s breadth. Molly was his savings bank. Brother and sister contributed to the child’s support. In a month Bill was richer than he had ever been in his life. Then he insisted that Molly should rent a better room. The one she lived in, he said, looked out on a dingy, dreary back yard. “Stands to reason,” said Bill, “that a baby should see horses and trucks, and things a moving about in the streets. Tt makes them lively.” “Little Bill”—so they called him, Molly insisting that her brother’s name should serve for the child—improved, but too slowly for big Bill. The Police Surgeon was called in. Bill Foster insisting on paying him a fee. The opinion the doctor gave was a guarded one. “There is manifest improvement—not, perhaps, as rapid as I should wish. You are a capital nurse, ma’am, and I am sure your kindness and attention will help the child. He will come round, I believe.” * The cool weather came, and with lowering temperatures the doctor hoped the child would gain strength. The cicatrice on the head had quite healed. Slowly the little boy seemed to acquire new words. Molly wondered at them at times, and thought than she, had taught them to the child; but then again the little fellow’s adopted mother was startled by words she felt .quite certain the child had picked up somewhere else. These new words came to the child at first vaguely. He would repeat them oyer and over again, at first hesitatingly, then giving them a slight emphasis,- as if to fix them on his mind, something like a little bird that pipes the first faint tune it has heard. The child was more awake now. This change delighted Molly. It never was fretful. The child would lay quiet, with its blue eyes wide open for hours, without a whimper. So it went on for another week or two. Bill, who was always coming or going, when he left NeW York for a trip up the river, was happyr-fer the child was bettering fast, so he believed. It wf.s an October evening when, as the brick sloop was being brought up to the wharf, Bill saw Molly leaning against one of the big wooden posts of the dock. Bill was busy with his hawser, but at once he saw that his sister did not have the child in her arms; more than that, she was crying. Bill choked down his grief—be seemed to know at once what had happened. One last hope . there was. Maybe it was so cool that Molly had been afraid to bring the child with her. “Bill,” said Molly, sobbing, “the poor little fellow has gone to—to heaven. It was last night. He called to me and said: ‘Good-night, mudder; good-night, far-der —now lam going walking in a garden —good—goodnight!’Oh, Bill! he had never spoken so long a string of woris before—-then he played for a moment with a ring on my finger, and then he added: ‘God bless far-der and mud-der;’ and then he looked so lovingly at me, and around the room as if searching for you—and then he died—so quiet! Bill! Bill! don’t you take on so! It was an accident, and God and his little child have no fault to find with you.— New York Times.

A File Wanted.

He had a wizz-wazzy, go-as-you-please gait, as he approached a citizen standing in the door of a drug store, and he took off his hat and made an old-lashioned “kerchy,” before asking: “Say, be you a lawyer ?" “Well, I know something of law!” “Say, then you can help me opt. I was out last night, Indeed, I’m out yet.” “Been on a spree?” “K’rect. Just sobering off to go home. When I git there, she’ll say I’ve bin off’n a tare, and she'll jaw, and file a dozen affidavits.” “Who? Your wife?” “Of course. Say, I want to silo something. I don’t know what you call it, but a lawyer ought to know. Suppose I said you was a thief? What would you do?" “fundi your “No! no! What would you do in law?” “File a general denial.” “K’rect, again! That’s exactly what I want. She’ll roar and take on, and I’ll file a general denial and plead privilege on facts. That’s what 1 was after —that’s what’ll humble her in no time. Say—have sunthin’?” “No.” “All right—just the same. Let’s see. General denial, and the’ burden of proof is on her. Jury trial—verdict of not guilty, and I cojne out whiter’n a spring lamb. Awl right—much obleeged, hie—a—long.”— Detroit Free Press.

The Bravest of the Brave.

“Hello, Jack! I saw your old Colonel yesterday, and he spoke verv highly of you.” o' “Did he? What did he say, Tom?” “He said you were the bravest soldier in the regiment. I told him that everybody, here was inclined to regard you as a coward now, but he persisted in calling you the bravest of the brave, and said you had nobly won the title.” “Did the Colonel explain why he thought I was brave, while you thought otherwise ?” “Upon my word I didn’t think to ask him. What proof did you give him of your courage?” * “Why, I—l—great heavens! . I married pis mother-in-law!”—A’ewmafi Independent. He who defers his charities till his death is more liberal o‘s another main’s goods than his own.

Lopez and the Paraguayans.

Nover was a ruler, a chief, better served by his subjects <• than Solano Francisco Lopez, second of the family name; and nevdr did anyone personally less deserve such devotedness and fidelity. While the Paraguayans, whom his reckless and disproportioned ambition or Vanity alone had involved in a war with half, and more than half, the South American Continent, a war of one to twenty, in which defeat and ruin might well from the outset have seemed foregone conclusions, were perishing for him iby battalions in the field, or starving in the forests, men, women, and children, during the six long years of a nation’s agony, preferring death in its worst forms to foreign rule, or to any conditions of peace with the invaders of their land, Lopez himself, sole cause and originator of the war, well provided not merely with the necessaries but even with the luxuries of life, lay hid behind the securest defenses, or remained absent at safe distance from the scene of actual combat; nay, worse yet, exercised on those within his immediate reach, on the best and most faithful of his own officers and servants, and ultimately on his nearest kinsmen—on his brothers, his sisters, his very mother—cruelties to which history, fortunately, supplies few parallels, I might almost say, taken in their totality, none. And yet it was for this man, sensualist, coward, tyrant, fratricide, ' matricide, that Paraguay lavished with scarce a murmur threefourths of her life blood; saw her men, women, and children exterminated by war, by disease, by famine, by misery of every kind, or carried off as slaves into distant bondage; saw her towns destroyed, her villages and fields wasted; her cattle harried, her wealth plundered to absolute bareness; nor even then submitted, only ceased to strive when she had practically, and for all national purposes, ceased to exist. More yet, were Lopez himself, in the worst anger of the infernal gods, to revive to-morrow on Paraguayan territory, his reappearance would, there is every reason to believe, at once rally round him the obedience and the devotion of a vast majority among the yet surviving inhabitants of the land.— Macmillan’s Magazine.

Meeting Trouble.

Huguet, who suffered five years’ solitary confinement in Austria for his political opinions, kept himself from insanity by sketching on the wall all the scenes of his past life which he could remember, compelling himself to take the greatest pains with every detail of each sketch. After a few months he took real pleasure in this work. “When God denies us great joys,” he adds, “it is the part of a wise man to fill the empty space with small ones.” Another philosopher recommends every man who has a heavy load of sorrow or misfortune to carry, to devote an hour every day to the study of some language or art which in happier days would be agreeable to him, forcing himself to do this until he takes an actual interest in the new occupation. The physician who was most successful in treatment of the insane in France always inquired, when a patient afflicted with melancholy mania was brought to him, whether the' person had, when in health, any special taste, such as a love of dogs, birds, gardening or fishing, or a passion for any kind of game. If this was the case objects that would suggest the favorite pursuit were brought before him. “When 1 can get a patient to making flies, planting seeds, or quarreling over chess, the victory is won, ” he said. In all these remedies for grief the motive is not to lessen the sorrow, but to turn the brain from incessant brooding upon one subject. We must remember that our mind is affected in sorrow through the brain, which is a physical organ as much as the stomach, and is equally subject to physical laws. Our first duty when a great grief overtakes us is submission to God. But even the highest spiritual exaltation does not hinder damage to the material brain by the engorgement of the blood vessels produced by incessant dwelling on a single theme. Every day we read of suicides of young people who are overwhelmed with their first misfortune in life, a disappointment in love or a failure at college. A manly struggle for submission, and after that some practical eflort, such as these which we have cited, would keep them from the coward’s exit from life.

She Sat Down on Him.

There is a pushing young painter who loves to wear long hair, and who is hot apparently an enthusiastic supporter of Pear’s soap; and this young painter has a very profound belief in himself, and his own charms, and his own genius, and, above all, in his power of captivating the hearts of the fair. The other evening our young painter found himself dining at a friend’s house, next to a very attractive young lady, whom he promptly endeavored to impress as much as possible. After telling her all about himself, and his pictures, and his talents, he finally informed her that he should never marry. “Why not?” inquired his fair companion. ’“lf I did marry,” the young painter replied, “I should make so many women unhappy.” “I should have thought you would only make one woman unhappy,” was the young lady’s prompt comment, which reduced that long-haired egotist to silence. He does not like that girl now, and avoids her when they meet.— Whitehall lieview.

Moral Influence of the Silk Hat.

There’s a good thing associated with the silk hat that, should not b,e overlooked ; it’s A standing guaranty of good behavior. No man will deliberately disgrace himself in a high hat. The percentage of arrests of men in high hats is very small. When a man sets out to do a deliberate piece of villainy, he invariably selects a Derby or some similar head-piece. Besides, white or black, silk or felt, the high hat is a grievous tell-tale; for let a man be out all night, and ten to one, although he has braced up and looks first-rate otherwise, his hat will give him dead away" in the morning. Yes, sir, on the ground of its being a sort of moral frontispiece, if nothing else, I consider that it deserves to be retained, and that consid-

eration has, no doubt, had a great deal to do with its lasting popularity.— New York Star.

Helpful Surgery for Pianists.

The skill of a well-known physician in this city has come to the rescue of a number of prominent pianists and musicaTstudents in a most singular and interesting particular. To comprehend this assistance rendered by surgical science to musicians, a very well known fact must be understood. When the middle finger and the little finger are brought down by the flexor muscles, and their ends are held down against the keys of a piano, for the purpose, of producing continuous sounds, and it is necessary to extend and then flex or ’pend the third finger in order to produce accompanying sounds, it will be found that the third finger cannot be very effectively used, unless after long and constant practice, and often not then.

The reason for this stiffness is simple. The tendons of the little and middle finger are connected with the tendons of the third finger by lateral or accessory tendons, so that when the two former fingers are held down, the accessory tendons hold in check the power of the muscular fibers operating upon the tendon of the third finger, and thus it can be but clumsily used. Such accessory tendons are sometimes found in one hand, sometimes in the other, but usually in the right hand. They are a source of serious annoyance and difficulty to musical performers. Dr. William S. Forbes, the Demonstrator of Anatomy in Jefferson College, has performed an operation that severed or cut off the accessory tendons from the little and middle fingers. The liberation of the ring-finger was complete. The ball of the finger could be elevated an inch further from the plane of the hand, and the patient expressed his gratification at the extended and greater facility with which he could use the ring-finger on the keys of his piano.— Philadelphia Record.

The Miser and the Widow.

A notorious old. miser, who was near his last end, was visited by a widow who entreated him to lend her a small sum of monef to keep her children from want, and added: “You are soon to go to the grave, and you can’t take your gold with you.” “Exactly, ma’am,” piped the old man, “but if I don’t leave enough to ereet a grand monument to my memory men will remember all my faults and none of my virtues. Give me a note at sixty days with a good indorser.” Moral—You have only to visit the cemetery to realize that the old chap was level on the top of the head.— Detroit Free Press.

The Colonies of Great Britain.

The colonies and dependencies of Great Britain are sixty times larger than the kingdom itself, and embrace one-seventh of the land portion of the globe and about one-fourth of its population. Of this dominion nearly 3,000,000 square miles are in America, 1,000,000 in Asia, and 2 f 500,000 in Australia. The colonies are grouped for purposes of government under forty administrative divisions.— lnter Ocean.

Making It Rhyme.

It is very funny, “Ella,” if there is no rhyme for “window.” "Who told you there wasn’t? Sing this, please, without lining: The student seats himself to read The "Pythian Odes of Pindar;” His jug is tilled, his pipe is lit, And his feet roost in the winder. Go to, girl, go to there are a thousand rhymes for winder.—Bob Burdette.

A Dinner of Herbs.

“The red men are often vegetarians, even when they eat meat.” “I don’t see your drift exactly. ” “Well, stupid, doesn’t the hump of a bison often make an Indian meal ?” — Boston Budget. An exchange remarks that “poets as a rule do not die of old age.” We have remarked that poets as a rule do not die at all. They simply get discouraged and peter out unobserved, nobody knows how or where. Horace Greeley used to say that the way to resume was to go right at it and get there, without any ifs or ands about it. Getting home in a crowded streetcar has to be done pretty much in the same way.

Favoritism

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Invalids’ Hotel and Surgical Institute.

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