Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 20, Number 60, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 March 1899 — Page 2

CASTER GLORY. May Christ, the risen Savior, Ottfcw your heart with Htfht; .Ml may His (radons favor ! Make «dl your Raster bright. ’-froa th* wing* of the morninc light •omething Is borne to the waiting earth; Samething that's new and strange and Waking ths world to a newer birth. fossae* are blowing o'er hill and lee, Flowers unfolding in bud and bloom, forts are astir In each nest or tree, ▼alleys are bathed In sweet perfume. •ver the meadows the sunshine lies— Tenderly breaking from rone to zone. Carols are lifted to arching skies. Chimes from the steeples are swung or blown. ; Cut on the mountains the wild flower springs; Far on the river the mist wreaths curl, Ugh up above us, like great white wings, The elouds sweep forth from their gates of pearl. , Ah, what is it, this glow In the air, (Sliding the day, tho' the skies were dim! What Is it, thrills thro’ the soul's deep prayer. This sense, In the heart, of a whispered n hymn? Christ Is risen! Oh, marvelous word, k freaking forever thro* sounds and signs. Utt Thou each soul like a soaring bird, Dp where the Light of the Bisen One .. . shines!

EASTER TO EASTER.

E "There's no use talking, Theodore——” “Theodore!” interrupted the young man explosively. “Yes, Theodore, I believe that is your name,” was the reply in a crushing tone; *but as I was about to say, I shall never marry a farmer. I was born for a higher aphere, one broader and more—more — • well, more to my taste.” “Exactly!—(with mock humility)—and would it be presumption for a poor, misarable clod of the valley like myself to ask what you propose to do?” “I have my plans, sir, but you are not likely to sympathize with me in them, and words are only wasted.” “Very true, but, oh, Bab ” “My name is Barbara, please.” “Hang it all!” cried the young man, | springing to his feet and grabbing his hat. “I may as well go now as later. It’s all over, I know, but it’s terribly hard to realize; terribly hard to forget all the jolly old times we’ve had together when you was Bab and I was Thede, but it has been coming on, this change, ever since you came home from your visit. I thought it might wear off, but now since you’ve aaid it I—oh, Bab, little Bab, I’ve always loved you and never had a thought; or plan that you wasn’t in since I can remember; how can I give it all up?” And then the great, true-hearted fellow ■dropped back into his chair and buried his face in his hands. Barbara, who had cisen too, stood looking down at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She remembered that in other days she would have done the latter to have seen ■*Thede” in distress; but now—well, things were so very different now, and when she Cried to imagine one of those well-dressed cnen, to whom her cousin had introduced her, crying because a girl had refused him, «he did laugh outright. Thede did not look up, but he heard, as soon as he could control himself, he rose again, saying: • ? "Pardon my weakness, Miss Barbara; I will not trouble you again. lam sure I wish you all success in whatever you k undertake, and many happy returns of this Easter Day. Good-night!” “Good-night!” ’ Barbara’s voice sounded a little queer, Cn to herself, but she stood where he : her until the door was shut and the frond of his familiar footsteps had died away; then, with cheeks unusually red, she went to her room. "He’ll be around all right to-morrow, hat I had no idea I would get rid of him •o easily to-night. What a silly he is, Anyway, to suppose that I could fiver be content with him and ‘the dear old folks,’ fr he calls them, on a farm.” Much to her surprise, Theodore Vane Aid not return on the morrow, or any writer day, though she saw him ride by a number of times. It was annoying, especially after a letter came from her city Criends telling her they had found her a position as “saleslady” in a store. She AM so want to tell Thede (she called him Chat to herself), but though her little brother told him the news, he came not. Barbara’s parents, like all sensible conntry people, did not want her to go to ./ the city. She had education enough to 7 teach a district school—had taught the summer before —and her help was needed tn the family, but she was determined. She could not afford to thus let slip what she called “the opportunity of a lifetime;” and go she did just when spring ! was bursting into beauty. Rhe just cried the least bit when she bade her mother good-by, but tears were guit befitting a young woman going out to make her fortune and she was not a little ashamed of herself. During her five . weeks' visit with her relatives in the city a he had imbibed some ideas, chief among ; them that living in the country was a disI grace, and that any show of tenderness or feeling was vulgar. gb Barbara’s first tetter home was full of !;wews concerning her journey, her new poattion and the good time that each evening brought Her aunt was going to move, and in order to be near her busi&frss she must rent a room and board her- || The next letter told of a small apartroent in the third story of a lodging house, ■ Ctw meager furnishing and how dreadfully Ssred she was at night. “She’ll be cornin’ home soon,” laughed her father, but the mother looked trouAfter that the letters were usually written in a hurry, sometimes sad and sometimes with a forced gaiety. More than free her mother urged her to come home, but only onCe did she refer to the matter, "then to say she would come at ChristThe weeks and months rolled round, and ■Mthe old farm bouse was full of festal preparations, for Barbara would arrive on the twenty-seventh. Three days before Christmas a postal card, hastily scrawled fr the counter, had announced as much. And that the holiday trade kept her in her ■lace until nine and ten o’clock at night. The morning of the twenty-seventh found- the family early active, and by train time father was at the station, and everything in readiness at

Poor, bewildered father could only say over and over again: “I can’t tell anything about it; she wa’n’t there —that’s all I know.” The day dragged wearily on, and still no word. All the good things were set away; probably she would come to-mor-row. Again father went to the station, again he returned alone and still no word. The third morning was but a repetition of the others, and then mother said that somebody must go and see what the matter was. “You better go,” father said, helplessly; and she went. “Oh, Bab; my darling child!” was what she said, as she stood on the threshold of the barren, third-story room, and looked at the flushed, unconscious face on the not over-clean pillow. “Don’t you know me, dear; don’t you know your mother?” But the girl only babbled on of the spring in the orchard, the apple blossoms, the birds’ nest in the cherry tree, Old Matta’s kittens in hay mow, and Thede. “She came home from the store looking pale and tired,” her landlady said: “I happened to meet her in the outer hall. She always speaks pleasantly and pays promptly for everything she gets, so I’ve learned to like her, and noticed particularly how bad she looked. ‘l’m going home to-morrow, Mrs. Case,’ she said, ‘and won’t be back till after New Years;’ so when she wasn’t about next day, I supposed she’d gone. It was just getting dark when Mr. Done—a bachelor next door to her —came and asked me what was the matter with Miss Burns; said somebody had been moanin’ and takin’ on in her room all day. (He writes stories or something; anyway, he’s awful poor and allers in his room.) “I went right up and found the poor child ravin’ in fever as you see. I sent for my own doctor, and he’s doing his best. I didn’t know where you lived, but ’lowed to hunt through her papers tomorrow, if nobody come, to see if I could find out. I’m so driven with work and trying to do for her, I hain’t had time to do nothing else.” In the weary weeks following, spent by Mrs. Burns in that cheerless apartment, while life and death fought for supremacy over the frail Bab, the former learned from her wanderings how bitterly she had repented her choice, and how terribly homesick she had been. She learned, too, how the young girl had repented her of scorning. the honest .love of an honest man. It was Easter Sabbath again, and evening, when, for the first time since one year before, Thede and Bab were alone; he so strong and manly, she so white and fragile. “Now that the other railroad is coming,” he was saying, as his dark eyes rested anxiously on her face, “father and

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mother have consented to sell out, and we will move to town. My uncle has offered me a third share in the store, and—and—well, I thought maybe you would reconsider your decision of a year ago if I could offer you ” “Thede, Thede; don’t, don’t!” she broke out. “If ever you loved me don’t remind me of my folly; however, I have this to say”—brightening and smiling through the ready tears —“if ever I am married it will be to a farmer. I have had enough of town life; give me the country with its manifold beauties and luxuries. ‘God made the country, man made the city,’ surely.” “What a glad Easter Day,” was what Theodore said as he bent tenderly over Barbara’s cjiair at leaving, “and what a joy it will be to the dear old folks; the thought of giving up the old home is well nigh breaking their hearts.” “One can learn a good deal of the world, and one’s own heart as well, from one Easter to another,” was what Bab said to .herself, as the outer door closed; “but I knew a year ago that I could not live without Thede!” —Farm, Field and Fireside.

There are certain districts of Tennessee where ecclesiastics and laics play fit ball in the churches for tansy cakes on Eastertide. In northern Pennsylvania the men claim the privilege to take off the women’s shoes on Easter Monday, and the next day the women retaliate. An Easter dinner in some counties of England consists of delicate dishes of peacock, swan and fowls, with ice cream in the form of nightingales’ nests and plenty of stout and ale and wine. The Persians, the Jews and the Russians all offer eggs at the festival of Easter, but it is difficult to ascertain the exact origin of the practice. In a certain church in Belgium the priests throw the eggs at the choristers, who throw them back again, the most extreme caution being used that the frail shells be not cracked or broken. All the world over may be found the superstition that at least one new article must be worn upon Easter day, which accounts in our country for the ravishing display of bonnets at church on Easter morn. German families on Easter eve place a nest full of sugar eggs and real eggs somewhere in the garden, so the children will have a hunt for them on Easter morning. Strange to say, these Easter eggs are believed by the German children to be laid by the hare, and a common sight in a confectioner’s window is to see this species of animal sitting on a nest of eggs. In southern France a custom peculiar to Easter week is the assembling in the streets of a crowd of young and gay gallants carrying a chair lined with rich white silk, decorated with garlands of

TWO EASTER MORNINGS.

Easter Customs.

flowers and streamers of rijibon. The first maiden who chances to be near is entreated to seat herself in the chair, which is then seized by the lawless fellows, who start off at a full run. For the young woman’s liberation a kiss is demanded by each youth.

The Spirit of Easter. 0 Illy crowned angel of Easter, Spirit of gladness and light, Touched by the glory of heaven, Pause in thy. jubilant flight And sing to us echoing carols, Sing till our hearts shall grow strong, Till their happy pulsations shall measure The time of thy rapturous song; Till Faith, resurrected, shall greet us With smiles on her radiant face, While Love reaches out of the darkness To hold us in clinging embrace; Till Hope, happy Hope, shall awaken From the languor of purposeless dreams, And move us to earnest endeavor By whispers on glorious themes! O beauteous spirit touch gently Out souls with thy quickening breath, Till out into life and its duties They leap from this torpor of death! Abide till our hearts shall discover The blessings that circle us now, And our thoughts grow as pure as the lilies That droop o’er thy radiant brow!

The Moravian Way.

One of the most significant and picturesque celebrations of Easter is that of the Moravian Christians, of whom there are many congregations in the United States. At Bethlehem, Pa., and other towns where Moravians abound some musicians with brass instruments go at earliest dawn to the roof of the church and play music signifying the calling forth of the dead. The people immediately flock to the church and begin the service of the day, most of it being musical. At a giveq signal the entire congregation rise, and, preceded by the ministers and trumpeters, leave the church and march to the cemetery. In Moravian cemeteries all the gravestones are alike —small, flat slabs laid upon the graves, “for,” say the simple, literal people, “in the grave all men are equal.” The procedure of the service is so timed that the musico-prayerful rejoicing reaches its highest expression just as the sun rises.

An Economical Idea.

“Dear me!” said a pretty little wife to her husband one Easter evening. “Why can’t such lovely days last longer? Such music! Such flowers! Such dresses! Upon my word, I wish next Easter Sunday could begin to-morrow.” “So do I, with all my heart and pocket,” exclaimed her husband, “for there wouldn’t be time for you to order a new Easter bonnet.” Then the pretty little wife pouted.

A Festival of Festivals.

To the church, Easter is the festival of festivals. Christ’s work for man waa then completed. This church celebrates. It is, indeed, a day of triumph, for death is conquered, man is redeemed, his salvation secured and eternal life is his. Christ’s resurrection assures man’s resurrection, hence there is good reason for songs of jubilee, and the heart o's every Christian should send forth joyful notes of praise to the risen Lord.

A Not Unpleasing Custom.

In Russia many men and women greet whoever they may meet on Easter morning with a kiss and the announcement, “The Lord Is risen.' A distinguished American civil engineer waa thus greeted a few years ago by an innocent and sweet-faced chambermaid at a hotel at St. and ne explanation* would pacify the gentleman’s wife.

An Electric Flanc.

A plant which grows in the forests of India, called the Phllotacea electrics, has the power of emitting electric •parks. The hand which breaks a leaf from this plant immediately receives a shock equal to that produced by an induction coil. At a distance of six yards a magnetic needle is affected, and will be deranged if brought near. The energy of this singular influence varies with the hour of the day. Allpowerful about 2 o’clock in the afternoon, it is absolutely annulled during the night. Dn»*ng rain the plant seems to succumb, and bends its head during a thunder shower. It then remains without force or virtue, even if sheltered by an umbrella. No shock is felt in breaking the leaves at that time, and the needle is unaffected beside it. Birds or insects never by any chance alight on the electric plant, an instinct seeming to warn them that they will find certain death there. Where it grows none of the magnetic metals are found, neither iron, cobalt, nor nickel—an undeniable proof that the electric force belongs exclusively to the plant.

Brave Elephants.

No animal will face danger more readily, at man’s bidding, than the elephant. As an instancy, take the following incident, which recently occurred in India. A small female elephant was charged by a buffalo in high grass, and her rider, in the hurry of the moment, and perhaps owing to the sudden stopping of the elephant, fired an explosive shell from his rifle, not into the buffalo, but into the elephant’s shoulder. The wound was so severe that it had not healed a year later. Yet the elephant stood firm, although it was gored by the buffalo, which was then killed by another gun. What -is even more strange is that the elephant was not nervous of gun reports afterward.

Pays of the Horse Numbered.

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Bridge Made of Bamboo.

A recent British consular report from the far east describes a suspension bridge of 300 feet span made of bamboo. The cane is split up into fibers and twisted together to form the cables. Considering its span, the material of the structure is quite remarkable. The old tradition that almost anything can be made out of bamboo receives here a good illustration in the field of engineering. St. Jacobs Oil cures Rheumatism. St. Jacobs Oil ** Neuralgia. St. Jacobs Oil “ Lumbago. St, Jacobs Oil “ Sciatica. St. Jacobs Oil “ Sprains St. Jacobs Oil “ Bruises. St. Jacobs Oil “ Soreness. St. Jacobs Oil “ Stiffness St. Jacobs Oil ** Backache St. Jacoba OH “ Muscular Aches

An African Chief's Umbrella.

An African chief’s umbrella is of greater importance than many people suppose. Apart from its enormous size, Its loss in battle more than equals the loss of a standard of a European commander. Some of the umbrellas are of prodigious dimensions, being no less thh.n 25 feet in diameter, with ribs 12 feet 6 inches long.

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The First News Sheets.

The first news sheets at all answering to our modem newspaper were issued by order of the Venetian government, about 1536. At first they were simply written out, and exhibited to public inspection on payment of a small coin called a “gazetta,” whence the modem term “Gazette.” Afterward the demand made it necessary to print them. The first English newspaper of which we have positive evidence was the Weekly News, published by Nathaniel Butler in 1622. The English Mercurie of 1583 is a forgery. It was really printed about the middle of the eighteenth century.—Boston Traveler.

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Railway Progress.

We are so familiar with the everpresent railroad that we forget bow comparatively young the institution is. Only seventy years have elapsed since the first Railway in the world was finished. During that comparative brief period 400,000 miles have been constructed.

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