Rensselaer Republican, Volume 28, Number 8, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 October 1895 — Page 2

THE OLD-FASHIONED CIRCUS. I seelv again, with its gay cavalcade, It threw all the rest of the shows in the shade; The clowu was so funny, the t imblers so fine. ■ ~ ~A—__ -; : jjjfre- pink ieronnade sad the peanuts divine! Its one padded horse, in the old sawdust ring, Straight back thro’ the years will to memory bring, ILnd once more I peep thro’ the canvas to - • __ - : ! J 7 . -- The old-fashioned circus so dear unto mel The shouts and the laughter again now I hear, c I seem to inhabit some airier sphere; The ringmaster’s whip “brings a pang to my soul When i think how the years in their flight onward roll. The clown with his song and his redpainted nose, His comical hat and his breeches and hose— Oh, where is he now? All his merriment o’er, 3Hbte old-fashioned circus beholds him no more! “ Z think Of the time when the canvas I raised. And under the .tent I so timidly gazed! I think of the “Hey, Rube,” who caught me, aud oh! The shaking I got ere the fiend let me go! The band, a queer compound of string and of brass, •Twas music to me, and I thought it firstclass; Of rare entertainments, the great and the small. The old-fashioned circus, for me, had the rt»ni Oh, what would I give just to see it once more? Oh, what would I give if but time could restore .. -—— Its jest and its pageantry, spangles and glare? Oh, what would I give to be now seated there ? To laugh at the clown and his comical leer. . ; ~ And watch, iu my awe, the. ringmaster austere? Oh, what would I give—well, to be quite Baulin-;. precise 7 ...n 1 "An old-fashioued quarter, for that was the price! —New York Clipper.

FIVE-STRINGED BANJO

Miss Josephine Bannister, daughter of the well-known music seller at Seacliff, was a highly attractive, If rather pert, young lady, whose good looks’ Were the source of much male custom to her father’s shop. Yj»u could have seen her during thq Seacliff season bobind* the counter, in her neat tailor•nade costume, rolling up music with white, bejeweled hands and flirting vigorously with her gentlemen customers. She was a sight for the gods—not for the goddesses, though. No female, human or divine, could ever have been found to say a good word for Miss Josephine. Ladies in Seacliff had even beeu heard to ; allude to her as a “minx,” surd to deplore the infatuation- which lett young men to desert charming girls of their own station for the vulgar snigfcerings of that shop girl down on the Parade. This criticism, however, was not without prejudice, for the ladles who made these remarks liked a flirtation themselves—and had it, too, when they could get it—which was not, however always, for in Seacliff the ladies out numbered the gentlemen by nearly two to one. • But, although Miss Josephine flirted Indiscriminately with every man she met, simply because “it was her nature to,” and she couldn’t help it, she had a certain small coterie of admirers, whom she treated with particular favor. This coterie consisted of five young men, and feome wag, with more wit than was usually to be found in the Seacliff humorists, had evolved for her the punning and appropriate nickname of “The Five-stringed BanjoT* - ******* Oh, that silver string! How truly divine was its music. Many other ladies besides Miss Josephine had come under Its bewitching influence. The first time It intoned the prayers in Seacliff Parish Church a gross and a half of feminine devotees bowed the head and worshiped. Before the sermon was half finished that Sunday, 200 tender hearts were fluttering inside an equal number of smart summer blouses. ’Twas not merely the new curate’s voice—not' merely his looks—not merely the graceful hang of his surplice, not the sublime set of his stole—not merely the righteous fervor of his roaming eye—these, indeed, had their influence, but above all, a je ne sals quoi fascination In the man himself, which no male mind could appreciate and no female heart resist. When it became noticed—and you may be sure that this didn’t take long in a place like Seacliff—that Rev. Bra baton A. B. C. Flitch was constantly buying music in the shop on the Parade, the ladies of the place grew very angry. Now, if there was one girl in the place'(excluding for the moment the live-stringed banjo), to whom the curate could be said to pay attention, that girl was Tlsjiy Bullock. Her full name wfts Letltla, and she was the daughter of a wealthy widow, who lived in a Urge house just outside the town. Tishy was a pretty girl, considerably prettier than ber name, either In its long or Us shortened form. She was kn only child—the future heiress! under settlement, of her mother’s monay. The curate began by being polite to her. He was—there Is no doubt about it, though it occurred in the modpst society of Seacliff—ln fact, encouraged to be more than polite. You Bee, Tishy didn't want money. She did want birth, refinement, a sympathetic helpmeet. And what man better fulfilled these requirements than Braba■on Flitch? To one Bullock’s banking a. count add one Flltch’a blood and

birth. What was the answer? Tlshy totted up the sum and found it came to social success. Mrs. Bullock checked her figures and pronounced, them correct. The result was, that Brabazon Flitch became conspicuously persona -grata nt AVeatcomhe house This, of Course, excited remark in Seacliff. People soon had still more Interesting news to gossip about Brabazon Flitch had been seen coming out of the five-stringed banjo’s father’s prlvate door, and. the five-stringed banjo’s father had followed him on to the step, with a red face and a choleric demeanor. The Inference was obvious, brabazon Flitch had been called to account by Bannister, Sr., for trifling with his daughter’s affections, and whatever explanation he might have given of his conduct had clearly not satisfied the Indignant father." Iu church, next Suhday, Brabazon wasobserved to be nervous and depressed. On the left of the middle aisle, where the ladies sat, many eyes shone with watery sympathy. Tlshy was observed to t,urn pale; Mrs. Bullock got her smelling salts ready In case she should faint away. At present other people only surmised and guessed the faevs. Tlshy and her mother knew them—from Brabazon’s own lips. The previous day he had called at Westcombe house, and, discarding all reserve and false modesty, had poured the whole story of his trouble into Mrs, Bullock’s thetic ear. He had been a little .foolish—he owned—to have gone so frequently to Bannister’s shop. He had—yes, he had been attracted, just at first, by Miss Bannister’s superficial beauty, and, no doubt, he had talked to her more than was prudent. Then he had a hint from a kind friend that his visits to the music shop were getting talked about He at once discontinued these visits. And what had been his reward? He had been summoned by her father to an interview, In which he (the father) had adopted a high-handed, bullying tone; had demanded whether meant to marry his daughter—whom he would as soon have thought of marrying as of flying over the moon. get (Brabazon) was quite at his wits’ endTcTknow what to do. The girl’s father had given him a week to decide in and the week expired next Monday. Unless by that day he Brabazon a written undertaking to marry Josephine, he should not only take the first opportunity of assaulting the curate on the street, but proceedings would be immediately instituted to recover damages from him at law. “Either of these steps would be fatal to me,” said the unhappy curate, “and both together would simply crush me. If you, dear friend, could advise me what to do for the best you would lay me under an eternal obligation.” “It is a shameful, scandalous conspiracy,” exclaimed Tishy’s mother, with indignation. “I should be disposed to—to—simply defy the wretch.” “But think what that would! mean, dear friend. A layman might take this course; no doubt But a minister of God—how Is he to face It? The mere fact of having such accusations publicly brought against him is sufficient to ruin him, even though they be not substantiated. And these people, having gone soffar already, will not, I believe, hesitate to perjure themselves in support of their wicked claim.’’ “Yet what else can be done?” answered Mrs. Bullock, with a perplexed look. “If you do not defy him you must give in to him and| marry that hussy, his daughter, which would be still more deplorable.” “Alas! I am afraid, dearest lady, that I am between the dev—hem—on the -horns of a dilemma.,” the curate hastened to corrpct himself. “But I could not—could not marry that girl, If for no other reason, because—because ” He broke off suddenly, looking confused and embarrassed. “Pray do not hesitate to confide in me,” said Tishy’s mother, gently. “My dearest friend,” said Brabazon, ’suddenly, speaking with determination and resolve, like a man who had made up his mind to a bold course, “I feel I have no right to conceal this thing from you. I never meant to have told It to anybody. It was to be a secret locked up in this bosom, because—because ” The curate dropped his eyes and lowered his voice, humbly. “I knew that I was unworthy to mention it to—to—her, whom it chiefly concerns. But you have spoken so kindly to me in my trouble, dear lady, that Z—l cannot but confide the truth to you. Spurn me, ridicule me, if you will. It will only be what I deserve. I—l God help me to bear my cross and to recognize the futility of my suit. Ip-1— •love your daughter!” “Oh, Mr. Flitch,” cried out the lady, extending both her hands to him, and smiling joyfully Into his face. “Don’t speak of unworthiness—of—of—futility. You have made me the happiest woman, but one, in the world. For I am convinced that dear Tishy alone will be happier about this than I am!” “But, alas! dear lady,” said the curate, a cloud overspreading the radiant felicity which had for the moment shone In his face. “Remember how I am placed. I-4.l—could not subject that angel to the shame of marrying a publicly disgraced man.” “Pray do not talk like that, my dear Mr.—may I say Brabazon? You have done nothing wrong. Therefore, |you have Incurred no r£al disgrace." “But the shame of a—a—public trial —of a—a cruel exposurel” murmured the unhappy priest, with a miserable look. “Perhaps that may be avoided,” answered Mrs. Bullock, after a brief reflection. “Of course, these wretches are mercenary. They must be, else they would never threaten to sue you for damages. I have no doubt that we can buy them off. Don’t you suppose »r

"If I could offer them a large sum of money they might accept It as satisfaction,” answered Brabazon, rather dubiously. “Then lie added: “But I need no* think a bou tth at, for I have not the money to offer them.” “Brabazdn,” said Mrs. Bullock, who, with all her faults, was a generous woman at heart and had more delicacy of feeling than might have been expected. “Do not be offended, my—my boy, at what lam going to say. I look upon you as my—my son now, you know. And it would be hard, fndeed, if a mother might not help her son out of a “scrape; —You must-must -let me find the money for this purpose.” “Oh, *1 could not—l could' not!” exclaimed Brabazon, evidently overcome by her generous offer. —-But ± you must,” Insisted Tishy ’s mother, with gentle firmness. “People would—would—think—think me—me—contemptible for thus spsponging on you,” said the curate. “Besides,—if —if those—those people knew they were treating with a—a rich person, they would—would make the most extortionate demands.” - “There.is no reason why they, or anyone else, should know of my connection with the affair,” replied Mrs. Bullock. “You shall conduct all the negotiations and the money shall be paid through you.” Still Brabazon’s scruples were not overcome. He resisted the generous proposal a little longer. Mrs. Bullock, however, determined woman that she was, would have her way. And the curate, half relieved, half ashamed, and wholly embarrassed by her kindness, at length consented to accept her help —for Tishy’s sake. • * * • * • * Bannister senior would not accept any less sum than £I,OOO. Neither argument nor entreaty on Brabazon’s part could Induce him to abate those terms. The curate went to Mrs. Bullock, with tears in his eyes, "and told her of the extortionate demand.- She was not daunted, but at once drew him a check for the amount. Next day curate—and cash—quitted Seacliff.—London Truth.

A Sensible Verdict.

A coroner in Nevada recently reasoned out a verdict more sensible than one-half tlie verdicts usually rendered. It appeared that an Irishman, conceiving that a little powder thrown upon some green wood, would facilitate its burning, directed a small stream from a keg upon the burning piece, but not possessing nfdiaiul sufficiently quick to cut this off was blown into a million pieces. The following was the verdict, delivered with great gravity by the official: “Can’t be called suicide, bekase he didn’t mean to kill himself; it wasn’t ‘visitation of Gor,’ bekase lie didn’t die for want of breath, for'lie hadn’t anything to breathe with; it’s plain he didn’t know what he was about, so I shall bring in—died for want of common sense.”

A Test of Love.

This tale is told in the orient: A lady one day found a man following her, and asked him why he did so. He reply was, “You are very beautiful, and I am in love with you.” “Oh. you think me beautiful, do.you? There is my sister over there. You will find her more beautiful that I am. Go and make love to her.” On hearing this the man went to see the sister, but found she was very ugly, so he came back in an angry mood and asked the lady why she had told a falsehood. She then answered, “Why did you tell me a falsehood ?” The man was surprised at this accusation and asked when he had done so. Her answer was, “You said you loved me. If that had been true, /on would not have gone to make love to another woman.” —San Francisco Argonaut.

Old-Time Accomplishments.

The following extract from the Biddeford Times gives us an idea of the accomplishments of our grandmothers in household arts, of importance in every girfs education: Mrs. Ann Emery, of Saco, died last week at the advanced age of 93. When she was married, iu 1825, her accomplishments were stated as follows: She could cook all kinds of food in an expert manner; sew and knit, spin and weave cloth, make Jier own clothes from cloth made with ner own hands, make butter and cheese, make soap and tinder—this was long before the days of friction matches—dip caudle, sing and dance. All excepting the last two were considered Indispensable requisites in beginning the married life, aud when to these were added the two last the bride was regarded as very highly accomplished.

Altitude of Observation.

The very highest observatory in the world is that situated on Mont Blanc, at a height of 14,500 feet above Sea level. The highest in Asia is that on the side of Point Everest, 10,000 feet above the Mediterranean’s level, and the high est In the United States is that on the top of Pike’s Peak, In Colorado. It is 14,147 feet above the level of the Gulf of Mexico. The highest on the Atlantic coast of North America Is the one situated on Mount Washington, height 6,288 feet

Artiflcial Pearl.

The French artificial pearl is produced by boring a hole In the shell of the oyster, and Introducing a small bit of glass, which the animal covers with “nacre," or mother of pearl, to stop the Irritation. Such pearls are flat on one side, and of less value than those produced naturally.

Indicates a Coming Republic.

The brutal butchery of 100 invalid Insurgent soldiers by the Spanish troops at a hospital in Santiago di Cuba is about the surest Indication oi a coming Cuban republic that has bcei developed by the rebellion thus far.— Philadelphia Times.

CAPTURING MARKETS OF THE WORLD.

Foreign Cattle Trade Declines. The raid upon the markets of the world that has been made by American cattle growers seems to have fallen short of expectations during the current fiscal year. From returns of the Bureau of Statistics of the Treasury De'pa rtmcuF we find that, last J.uTy, we shipped abroad 18,(513 head of cattle leas titan in July.-4894, while gust we .shipped 14,302 head less than in the preceding August, the total decrease being &£9lh fie&d fftf the two months of this year and the money loss being $20,887,538. as can be seen from the following figures: TSB4 41,420 35,414 70,834 1805 . v 22,807 21,112 43,010 Value. July. August. Total. ISO 4 ... .$3,752,044 $3,310,382 $7,0(53,020 1805 ... 2,171,351 2,004.137 4,175,488 Loss, '05.51,581,292 $1,300,245 $2,887,538 We did not look for such returns as these. They are hardly in keeping with the promised capture of the world’s markets. We surely cannot be getting a tight grasp upon them when we are losing at the rate of nearly $1,500,000 a month in our foreign trade in cattle alone. Away with It.

Conservative Protectionists, The advent of the Conservatives to power in England has given renewed Impulse to the fair trade movement. The leaders in this movement repudiate free trade fallacies and honestly admit the wisdom and expediency of imposing protective duties. They concede freely that other countries have the right to establish such duties without incurring the scorn of Great Britain. They maintain that “the moment has come to test public opinion in regard to reform of the English fiscal policy and to try to obtain the imposition of duties upon all imported goods which come Into competition with those produced by home industries.” A cable dispatch announced that a meeting was held recently at Westminster, with James Lowther in the chair, at which a declaration to the above effect was adopted and a propaganda committee was appointed. Thirty lead- • ing Conservatives were present. This movement should open the eyes of people*who have'been misled by the dogmatic teachings of British free traders. The truthfulness of such assumptions Is thus openly challenged on British ground. . Cotton, North and Sonth. While the Increase in the number of cotton spindles has been greater recently in the South than in the North, the consumption of cotton in the South has been dppreasingi w hn e that in Northern mills has Increased, as the following figures from the Commercial Chronicle show: Spindles. 1894-93. 1892-03. Increase. North . ..13,700,000 13,475,000 225,000 South ... 2,433,248 2,100,023 207,223 Cotton ' consumption. 1894-95 1892-93 ..Increase. North, bales. 1,950,000 1,840,709 109,231 South, bales. 733,701 853,352 *19,051 •Decrease How to Raise Revenue. With a tariff for deficiency only In existence, what Is so simple as the passage of a brief law placing a protective tariff upon wool and increasing, from a protective standpoint, the tariff upon woolen goods? Such a law would add up-

ward of $10;000,000 a year to the rev~ enue; it would prevent the utter extinction of sheep farming; it would check woolen uni mi fay t urers in their compulsory journey to bankruptcy; and it -weald-pro v ide steady- wm’4i---for-toBS--Qf-thousapds erf wage earners whose inode of existence has recently “been both pnpadous and uncertain. The enactment of such a law should be quick and decisive; no time need be lost iu discussing it; the Republicans in Congress thoroughly n mler stain 1-1 lie sit tuition and know the remedy. Their duty is to save two important industries for American farmers and manufacturers. Let President Cleveland veto such a bill, if he dare! Gov. Sheldon’a Sound Sense. uGovernor Sheldon, of South Dakota, says; “The Wilson tariff law is?Uot favorable to wage earners.” He also says: “No man in this country ever •sajv really good times except when every laboring man who wanted employment could get it at reasonable wages. That can never be as long as we go abroad to buy what we ought to make ourselves;” Gov. Sheldon’s head Is level. He sees that South Dakota could produce much that is imported wastefully. Workmen Still Wailiujr. American workingmen to.theaumibjLT of several millions are still waiting for a restoration of the wages which they received during protection times in 3892,and they know they will not get them until the tariff law has been revised on protection lines by a Republican Congress, and the bill has been signed by a Republican PresidentLeader, Cleveland, Ohio. Good News and Belter News. Recently six locomotives, built in the United States, were sent to Valparaiso foi* the Chilean State Railway. This is gratifying. But when we are informed that these locomotives are to displace those of English construction, which have proved wholly inadequate, it becomes more so.—Hawlceye, Burlington, lowa. Liars in Demand. If Ananias and Sappldra were now alive, they would never lack engagements from the free trade press. r What They Are Uged To. Undervaluation Is treated lightly by the free trade press, yet it Involves perjury aud fraud. An Ass of Some Kind.The patriot saysr “I am a protectionist,” but the free trader has many aliases. Tin Plate Trade-1892.

Tin Plate Trade-1895.

THE poetic MUSE.

[ . b .... - A Song of W^ijHng. l have waited for your coming as the blossoms In the blighted buds of winter wait the spring: - —v As the robins, with the red upon their bosoms, Await tlie sweet and lovely timo to slug. “I havcA+etened for your footsteps as the meadows —— 'T — 7 Low- iisteu for the dejvfall in the night; As thei parched plains droop and dream toward the shadows— As the leaves in darkness listen for tha light! - jj There is never any rose without tha kisses ■ . : ■ Of the spring upon its leaves of red and white;- - _ There is never any meadow if it misses The dewfall on its bosom in the night. There is never any robin’s breast that, gleaming, Shall feel the thrill and flutter of a wing, And set the world to loving and to dream- - ing, If there never comes a sunny time to sing! Let the dew (he meadow’s violets discover! Let the robin sing his sweetest to the close! There hs'never any love without a lover— You are coming,- and the world blooms like a rose! —Frank L. Stanton, iu Atlanta ConstUtv* tioij. Fong of a Sailor. ~ ■ Up sail! The breeze is fair; We’ll, leave the land a-lee; There's never a mesh of care —-On the broad, bright, open sea. What though the west wind veer, And (lie sk.v grow dim as hate, - We’ll whistle away all fenr, And laugh in tlie face of fate. O, a free song • " For a sea song, Witif a tang of the swashing brina That shall make the light In the eye leap bright .(.ike (lie taste of wine! i ().oco we have won the Waste i_i Where never was man’s foot set, Adieu to the stress of haste. And the worn world’s dream of fret! Now for a clearing eye, And tlie heart a-bnrst with glcel Over, die great, blue sky; Under, the great blue sea. O, a free song For a sea song, Witii a ilasli of the stinging brine. And every word A wing like a bird In tlie amber morning shine! —Frank Leslie’s Weekly. - Kcliois. _ ..... 7—_ I heard beyond the hills a clear voice ring* - —Jng And rocky heights the tones were back* ward flinging, Each airy summit towering there— Gave forth an answering sound; And yet so changed it was by oft repeat* ing, It seemed some other self had caught tha greeting And tossed it back with mocking air And hurried, lenping bound. I heal’d a woyd of gossip, lightly falling, A little words bat gone beyond recalling, So swift from lip to lip it flew, . Caught in the social gale; But when the echoing sound came backward stealing Each voice had added somewhat in revealing. So that a listener scarcely knew The anther of the tale. —Anna B. Patten, in Boston Transcript A Rose Sting. A wild rose drank of the morning dew, A wild rose smiled at the morning sun, A wild rose dreamed the Jime day through— A wild rosu died when the day wm done. And ever the rose was fair, was sweet, And ever the rose was shy; But a rose's life, like a dream, is fleet, And a rose in a day will die. It fell on a day that love once grew In the loam of the heart like a rose; Like a rose it smiled in the morning dew, Like a rose it died at the sweet day’s close. A.id ever the love was fair, was sweet AniFever the love was shy; For the life of a love, like a rose, is fleet. And love in a day will die. —New Orleans Times-Demoerat. Twilight. Holding fast hands with daylight, Iler face hid ’neath night’s cloak, A sweet maid pays a visit Each day to us earth folk. She comes so shy and silent We never hear her knock, Nor know when she is going. Else we should turn the lock. But we know when she is near us, For the red poppy sleeps; The lambkin, with hushed bleatinga. Close by its mother keeps. We know when she is with lis, For the evening star shines lone; When tucked away our nod-heads, We know (lint she is gone. —Frances Fare Lester, in St. Louis Republic. Bird-Hong. When the first (lawn-streak up the east doth steal, The birds outburst with all their raps turous art, Happy art thou if, wakening, thou enn’st feel The snuie melodious impulse at thine heart. —Clinton Scollard, iu Lippincott’s. It Is said that there are thlrtecu families In New York each of which ha* over $500,000 Invested in diamond*.