Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 45, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 4 May 1878 — Page 2
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A PADPO VR
A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.
TERRE HAUTE,
If I had known in the morning How wearily all the day The worda anklnd -1 3 Would trouble my mind
I said when I went away, I had been more careful, darling, Nor given you heedless pain
But we vex "our own"
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That sorrow can ne'er set right.
And smiles for the sometimes guest. But oft for "our own" The bitter tone, Though we love our own the best. Ah lips, with curse lmpatlont 1! brow, with that look of so
An! brow, with that look of scorn! 'Twere a cruel fate, Were the night too late To undo the work of the morn.
The Family Curse.
Vaughan turned quickly, the color fading from his handsome face. 'A hoax! Do you want to see—the letter?' he asked, after a pause. •What letter? The letter was what you told me, of course. What's that to do with it? But they had no intention of coming. They've driven me into debt, out of which I can never extricate my•elf. But what does a poor devil like me matter to them? They don't see bow a man's whole life may depend on a sum which tbey would fling away for a moment's whim.' •They promised fairly enough. I sent
?rossin,
our drawings on to New York, to and he explained them.' 'I wish I had gone tuyself, and taken a mlnature model. Any man ot sense could see at a glance the absolute necessity of my'improvement—necessity.
You see, thore is the guage, Vaaghau— here, by my thumb, say—' •Yes, yes I comprehend perfectly. But Crossin is usod to manipulating these capitalists. You'd have botohed it, Noll. He said they were pleased—no, impressed, impressed was the word. They caught the idea at once. Laurence and Crofts—you've hoard of Crofts, tho engineer?'
Jaquett nodded. •Well, they were going to St. Louis in a short time, and would stop and inspect your Improvement. If it served, and you bad it patented, they would push bills through the legislatures, compelling its use as a matter of safety, ahd form a company for tho manufacture, in which you might either take stock or
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fortune is secured. •I know all that,' said Jaquett 'but then where aro they? In the mean time, I've borrowed money right and left—' •Principally from me,' quietly. •Principally from you, to buy the Firefly yonder, and thing in running order, was necessary. I've worked at it night and day, until my very strength and brain nave gone into it. Now it is so much waste lumber in my hands. Thoy are not ooming.'
Ton my soul, It looks liko it,' said Vaughan, reluctantly. Tin sorry for you, old fellow!'
Nalbro did rot reply he was leaning with his back against the wooden house, his cap pulled over his eyes. He had jaltered greatly during the summer.
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For though in the quiet evening Yen may give me the kiss of peace, :Ai! Yet It might be
That never for me
The pain at the heart should case
How many go forth In the moraine That never come nome at night And hearts have been broken,
By bareh words spoken,
Wo have careful thought for the stronger, that away and its chances, and he was AnH amllM fnr tho flnmAt.lmMffnMt. ft dull POddlOf) ft bftOUi UOvDlOg IHOr©. UIMA ATtAa
A DOMESTIC STORY.
BV MBS. REBECCA HARDING DAVIS, Anthor of "Life in the Iron Mills," "Dallas Galbralth," "John Andros," etc.
CHAPTER V.—CONTINUED. Vaughan smiled as be folded the let ter, thinking of the real reason why the pretty blonde, Jenny Coitrell, was less attractive to him than at first.
Fruit ready to drop at a touch was too ripe for the eating. He had not hinted this, for Vaughan had his own ideas honor, and would have blushed to bo tray a woman who, unasked, had loved bim.
He wont to the door and called Ja quett, who came over, a hammer in his hand. He wore a check apron, like the workmen his shirt sleeves were rolled up, and his face and brawny arms were streaked with sweat and soot. Vaughan drew back a little, blowing a black flake from his hand and pulling on his gloves. 'Isn't it time to stop work and come home, old fellow? All work makes Jack a dull boy, remember.' 'I don't know that Jack matters, one way or the other,' testily. 'I mast mend that break as soon as can, and to-night. I'd have taken it over to .Porter's shop, but I hadn't a dollar to pay for it and then the committee may be hereto-mor row.' 'They may,' said Vaughan, adjusting bis shirt cuffs, the gloves being on. 'I wish I was a practical workman,'and could help you, Jaquett.' •I know you would, Will. God knows, you've done enough. It has been five months now that rve been waiting for that committee. I believe it was all a cursed hoax.'
bat in three months my father
and Jackey will have no dependence but me.
You
know our aflaiis, Will. I
meai# father's last days should be bright and comfortable. It's not easy to think that I, a fall grown unan, can
bring him only a puddler's wages, and
MAY l,iw» not that if my creditors push ine hard. Beside, there are other matters—' Jaquett paused: he was looking down at the Firefly. He knew how Vaughan would enjoy as the keenest of jokes, the idea that be could have any leellng about the bulky, sooty old wow. with her patched engine. But be said truly that his own strength and brain bad gone down into her. Whatever creative power was in the man he had given to his invention it was all the dearer to him because he had gone from shop to shop, sweating over it, working it out with his own hands. He was a practical,
domestic fellow, with no poetic feeling lly thing in life for whict enthusiasm. But in that
this was the on he had any unsightly old ferryboat was his one lever to thrust into the working, living world, the solitary means given him to prove his manhood among
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Vaughan's pleasant blue eyes saw without looking at bim. 'You are disappointed that the old boat is a failure?' 'It is not a failure,' under his breatji. 'My own opinion is. to be candid, Noll, that those men nave more fully examined the drawings, and have pronounced against the engine finally. 'If every engineer in tho country pronounced against it, I know what it is worth,'
Vaughan stood silent for a few moments. •You have not talked to your father about
disappointment, Jaquett?'
•No, I will not let any trouole come near him that I can help. He has a vague notion that you are pushing the matter for me. You know how to pull the wires better than I, he thinks. But in three months we must leave the old homestead. Something must be done at once.' ..
Vaughan saw his eyes go back to the boat with the goaded, restless look of a man whose brain is overworked and over-ridden by one idea. His skin was sallow, and his eyes bilious. •I'll go down, the fire is going out,' he
•Well, good-night.' Vaugnan brought out his mare from the shed and prepared to mount. She was a gray, with dark flecks on her flank, clean limbed and dainty, in thorough keeping with her master. Jaquett stood fingering Blunder's big jaws as he stood beside them.
He broke out suddenly: 'Vaughan, I've a mind to throw up the whole matter and go out to the hills for a week's bunting or fishing. I think it will bring me baok to my old self. My whole system is strangely out of order. Sleeping or waking, I have this one idea so before me that I feel sometimes as if I were going mad.' 'I would come, assuredly,' said Vaughan, cordially 'take Bess, and have a gallop. I would rather walk. The break can be meuded another lime.' •I forgot the break,' his countenance falling 'and those men might come tomorrow.' •They might, but I would risk it.'l&i •No, I'll risk nothing. Good night!' 'I'm coming back to town to-night. I'll call in. You'll sleep in the shop?' (Y eg,'
Jaquett looked after the high stepping little horse, and the graceful figure of her rider going out of the fog into the clear, sweet-breathed country. Some men had good luck, he thought. What! envious of old Will!—growing hot with shame. It was time he came back to hi* old self. 'Come, Blunder!' he said, but going over the road, he only sat down on the cinder-bank.
His bead was light, and his throat full of the coal dust but, underneath this, he did not know what it was that ailed him.
Men whose nerves are clogged with fat, and whose temperaments are lethargic, can find plenty of nourishment in a very little hope, and that deferred tbey chew the cud so thoroughly of the good or ill that falls to their share that a small portion suffices them. But Nalbro was one of those hungry human animals gifted with unnaturally hasty digestive powers. He must bo continually fed with excitement, fun, or leasure, or actual pain, to keep him in lealthy action. That day was lost which had not its ©vent to call bis strength or burly energy and good temier out to meet It. Now, for months he .jad been forced to lie quiet—to wait. Tho end of his waiting had eomo, only to show him glimpses of utter inaction beyond, mere puddler's work, and—
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altered greatly curing vue »uu,u.r«. sums lent U. buy influence, or to retain Whatever physical or mental forces bad this myth Crossln, bad g°j® been skillfully brought to bear upon back Into the lender htm had done their work well there was would have laughed at the libeller as a great deal of healthy stamina gone was was
man,—cheerfulness and good
temper. He was baggard and careworn, the humor altogether lost from his thin.
compressed lips. •There Is uo use in being despondent, as Noll. Many a voting man begins the leathery ears—something:
world with double yoar debt to carry,
giv that you owe me two thousand •It is not so much.' •Will you look at the items? I have them all down. I don't keep my aeeounts in your fashion. You do not secure the services of a man liko Cnmln Jbr nothing, and oat in the Wast beside advances toward the Fliefly—' •There, there! I'll look over the items some dav. Let me alone to-night. You and I will not quarrel, Vaughan, about a few cursed dollar*.' •No so take my ad vice, aqaeU, and give this business up as a bad job. Turn os in el •It is easy for you with your talents to say that,' replied the machinist, slowly, as if every word came from somo in
struggle. 'But I am fit for nothing else. I have bed® a monomaniac, as you hare often told m\ about my trade. I have taken no other education.
'I might get work and a workman erases In any of the foundries.' h® resumed, after a pause, 'though the iron men look on me more aa a speculative fool than a good hand. If the Firefly succeeds, they will see where the brains have been!'—be stopped abruptly. •You might get a workman's wages,* suggested Vaughan, gently.
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knows, of course, what Jaquett should have done—persevered, endured, ac copted the meaner work cheerfully Moralist like his father, who used to force the great boy, who roared about
you, ouy tut, r.ro- the house like a buffalo, to sit down and engine, and put the dress dolls, or read goodish books with rder, You told melt Jackey, by way of taming his spirit.
Physicians and moralists judge men differently, unfortunately. However, there sat Nalbro on the bank—a machine made for notion, and vehement action, as much as his engine down below. The fire was out In them both now, ond they were alike great, lumbering masses, rusty and helpless.
It never occurod to him to doubt Vaughan. If any one had hinted that the letters were forgeries, and that the
fool. No the matter was closed. He weighed and found wanting. He fit for nothing but a band.
Something else came up Into his mind bo sat there pulling Blunder's
ways
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there under all other thought,
Since tbts matter had been at issue, he had avoid Jenny Oortrell. What did any old plans of his matter now? Jenny was an heiress—she had money in her own right. If be was to be nothing but a puddler, at least he was uo beggar to ssk help of any woman. Vaughan wa* her equal so—let her go.
He had said that and acted on it for months. But to-day— He got up, at the thought of her, and stood. There was upon Jaquett that peculiar feeling which only nervous and overworked people know—a state ol the brain akin to extreme physical exhaustion and thirst. A star fish wrung dry on the saad, and vainly opening its porea to :he water within sight, is the nearest thing in nature to it that I know of.
At this moment the crunching roll of light wheels was heard on the road, and a ouggy came in sight, drawn by a pair of heavy hays. They were Cortrell's new horses, and Jenny was driving, thinking herself quite atone. She was leaning forward to hold the reins, her eves sparkling, her hair crlraped and rolled bark from her bead and neck in a tangled golden mist. When she saw Nalbzo, she gave the lines hurriedly to
Ben, the black boy, who sat grinning before her, and leaned back indolently. Before they drovo slowly up to the little
DOIUIV MWJ *"."7* forsretshe vena regarding Jaquett through her half shut eyes, with their usual timid, perpetual appeal.
CHAPTER VI.
jaquett stepped out into the iniddle of the road. He did not think of the girl's money or his puddler's work. He felt every pulse throbbing in his body. The unreasonable animal, mad with thirst, bad found water.
As for Jenny, this man had pursued her all ber life four months sgo had chosen, for some unknown whim, to turn his back on her now, was coming to meet her with the air of a lord and master. Any other woman would have received bim with a look which would have bim to know his place but Jenny's voice, In spite of herself, was so low,snd her eyes so caressing, that whatever gall was in her seemed to tarn into honey before she offered it to anybody. Bo sides she was a sweet-tempered girl enough, whatever her nature may have been.
He put his hand on the reins, and stopped the horses. Ho did not even give ber the ordinary greeM-fu-. *1 thought you would come, J^imy," be said. His need of ber so urgent and so great that it se»tut to him only natural that she Bhould be there. •You saw me go into town this afternoon, then? I went to look at the fall goods. O dear! they're lovely, Mr. Jaquett! Such sweot colors!'
Nalbro looked at ber smiling as he might at an innocent little bird's chirping. 'Will you let me lilt you down, aud walk with me a little way? Ben can drive slowly.'
Jenny glanced at the by-patb which skirted the edge of the wood. The leaves rustled stilly overhead, and the river at one side was fretted with red ripples in the sunset. The path was clean, too, and would not soil her skirt. •I think it would be sweet to walk along there. You can drive slowly, Ben. You'll take care of me, Mr. Jaqaett?' pausing befora she stepped down, to look up into his eyes with the tender, shy glance of a dove to its mate.
He did not answer for a moment. 'I'd take care of you always if I were a man like other men,' he said hoarsely, under his breath. 'Let me jump,'cried Jenny, sharply. But it was too late he had lifted ber in both arms, and the marks of bis bands and apron were all over her dress and shawl. The stupid beast of a man laughed, too, as if all subjects less than life and death were so trifling as to be jokes. Jenny smiled pleasantly, looking down at the lavender colored skirt.
There was two weeks' sewing on those folds. Less than that would turn the scales of her mood. It was of a piece with all bis disrespect. Who was Nalbro Jaquett, that he should have played fast and loose with her? She might not be as intellectual as Jackey. She knew she'was a dumb girl he used to laugh at her in school. But he should not laugh at her now. She might be dumb, but be should not play last and loose with ber! As if she were one of his dogs, to be whistled off and on! Other men valued her differently. Mr. Vaughan might have his faults, but it would have made bim wretched to have ruined her dress by such boorish awkwardness. Beciuse Nalbro Jequett was heir to that paltry estate, was he to play the eccentric—to come to her dressed and acting like any mill hand? She knew what to do and she shut her lips tight. "Now, there was no girl in the neighborhood who was so sure pf ber empire ofyoung ladyhood as Jenny CortrelU No man, young or old, came near her without that deferential homage, almost out of date, but which onfcht to belong to every young, innocent girl. The belles of the town, v, ho had laughed at her si Hi nesss at school, all stood back dismayed to see the quiet ease with which she held her rule and managed her little conrt of lovers, drawing this oneon or .putting that one back as if they weie so many tamed bisons with rings in their nosrt»s. Jenny knew all thb= she remembered it as she walked along by this groat, uncouth fellow in his check apron, his head bent on bis breast, quite forgetting site was there. He scarcely heeded when stia stumbled once or twice, s-j wrapt was be in his owa gloomy thoughts. He had forgotten who she was, and how she was to be approached, apparently!
Jaquett, looking round at her suddenly, hardly noticed that her eyes were for once actually wet. and that an unwonted red spot blazed in her cheek. 'Sit down, Jenny,' pointing to a mossy stump 'I have something to say to you.'
She nodded gently, and sat down, instinctively folding the soils out of sight. Now, Nalbro never in his life could have told what clothes a woman bad on. Yet he was moved by Jennyfc now. Women affected men's dress, at the time, as far as they could—wore jaunty little stiff caps, stiff sacques, and waistcoats bristling with knobs of buttons standing collars, rakish neckties.
The farther the fashion went, the more Jenny pressed back from it the more clinging grew her skirts, the softer her laces, the less starched her muslins. She was stupidly slow to catch the new idoa, Jackey told her. But Nalbro, stooping over her, wondered why she seemed more tender than ill other women so curiously gentle, lovable, set apart in womanliness!
Tbe woods were very still the river plashed, plashed on the pebbles. Ben and tbe carriage were a stationary black spot far off.
What was bis disappointment? What did it matter by what work he lived? 77uJt was left.
He leaned against the tree, close over her, bis passionate eyes devouring her timid face, bis brain on fire. Other men might have reasoned, but tbe cup of excitemeut for which lie had starved for months was full to the brim and touching his lips, and Nalbro Jaquett was not the man to put it away till he had drained it to the dregs. In the moment's silence which followed, it is true that all tbe barriers now to rise between them did pass before him. But he was strangely conscious of strength. There was nothing which his love could not overturn.
Nothing. Now, Jenny had come to what her mother would have called a mule's dead stop. It was upon the little twinge of spite a moment ago that she had, metaphorically speaking, set down the forefeet of ber will It was upon little matters that she usually set them down. But even if ha had known it, what was Jenny's will to overturn?
Yoa said you bad something to tell me, Mr. Jaquett?' sweetly. •Nothing but what you have always known.'
She glanced at him, and then turned away. 'I've told yon often enough, God knows. From the lime 1 used to carry from school, until last winter, I never tired of Irving to show you, in my stupid way, what you were to me, Jenny. Youougbt
yon through tbe snow, home from itTl
to know. •I do know.'
He bent closer to -catch the whisper, and waited breathless a moment, but she was silent. 'I've kept away from you lately—' 'Oh! I understand that,' quickly. Idid not blame yon at all for finding some one nearer than ever I was. I did not blame you at all.' •What do you mean?' •I mean the lady—in St. Louis.'
Nalbro'8 face grew blood red uuder tbe grime. 'Who told you that?' •Mr. Vaughan joked a good deal about her to Jackey.'
He did net speak until be had given Mr. Vaughan au emphatic internal cursing Then, as Nalbro Jaquett always did, he blundered out the truth: 'I liked the girl well enough. A man can't live without anything to—a man must have friends. It was dull and lonesome in St. Louis. But that's nothing. See here, Jenny,' sitting down, and bringing his.square, strong face on a level with her own. 'I have a great many friends. Yoa know that. It's my way. Come and go. But never loved anybody on God's eartb but my father and Jackey and you. I never thought but that you would some day be my wife—though you neverpromised it.'
She turned, and looked at bim stoadily. 'No, I never promised it,' she said, slowly. Then she turned to watch the red tfater ripples again.
The river plashed more heavily the trees rustled louder. He was silent so long that she looked at bim. His face was turned from her. Sbe fancied that he saw something of which she and the present moment were only a part. •I'm sure I don't wish to vex you,' shecooei, alluringly, after waiting awhile. •You do not vex me, Jenny.' There was an unnatural quiet in bis voice and look that frightened her, so different was it from his ordinary and impetuous beat. 'It is not your fault if I am noth ing to you, and it is better that I should be told it now than later. Only I do not think that women know—' He got up, and stood irresolute ?.hen leaned his heavy back against the tree, passing his hand slowly over his forehead. •Perhaps,' she faltered, 'you did not understand?'
What if this half comprehended man, with whose passions sbe had tampered and toyed for so many years, should suddenly break loose from her? It was as if some uncouth monster was drifting away with the deadly prick in its heart, which she had given, to be lost in dark seas where she could never follow. 'Perhaps you did not understand? Nalbro She laid her hand upon bis sleeve.
He took it down, aud put it gently on her knee, then drew back from her. 'Don't—don't touch me! I'm half mad to-day, and I cacnot bear that.' There was a moment's pause, in which she scanned wonderingly the rugged, pow erful figure before her. 'I don't think you know what you are doing,' he said, in a strained, controlled voice. 'I'm a coarse man, tut there is some good in me. My old father hopes for some. But I know that it depends on tho words you speak to-day whether I go to heaven or hell. Don't trifle to-day, Jenny.' •What do yoa want me to do?' Her fingero began to twist together nervous ly, and her chin to quirer. 'I would think, if you wanted me to-^to be a friend of £ours, Mr. Jaquett, you'd have tried to please toe as other gentlemen did. You'd not have treated me with disrespect, and—and insulted mo,' sobbing, with a virulent glance at the workman's apron. •Insult!' Nalbro stood for a moment, aghast and dumb. 'Good God! what reason have yoH to say that •Because,' with a dead stop, as though that argument was conclusive. •I have not tried to please you? Wky, women, I loved you! I've followed you like a dog since you were a baby. If I ever had any hope of becoming a good or respectable man in the world, it was for the chance of making you my wife. God forgive me! I did not think of Him. Often I used to think you might make me religious some day. How could I insult yoa?' •Oh! there's nf use in discussing it,' wiping her eyes, with a resigned look. 'I know that I am as rough as a fcrute. Why will you not tell me what I have done?'
'You don't want to hurt me? As God sees me, I've loved you. I've sLowed it to you in all the stupid ways in my power. I'll tell you plainly what I wanted to ask you to-day. I kept away from you for months, because I was at work at a certain matter by which I hoped to make UF all rich »nd famous. I needed money to insure MM-OCSS I borrowed it. T)o. you hear me, Jenny?' for she was turning ber crape shawl to catch its soft glimmer. 'Oh! yes I hear.' He did not seo that since he spoke of business, there was a
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vigilant Intelligence in her violet eyes very different from that to which she listened to Jackey'a readings from Tennysotk •My poverty basgalled me sorely in these last four montns. I thought, if I asked yon to marry me, my motives might be misunderstood. It might be thought—' •That you remembered that I had a little money?' quietly, after waiting for him in vain to finish. 'I think tii&t was a morbid fancy.' 'Perhaps so but I have it yet. My plan will not succeed, I fear.' •For want of money?' quickly. •No.' [TO EE CONTINUED.] ..
WHY THEY FAINTED. From the Danbury News. When the parent went into the parlor to look for his newspaper he came suddenly upon his daughter and her young man with their faces so tightly glued to each other that tbey didn't note bis entry. "Ahem!'' he observed.
The twain started, and came to light with faces that bore every appearance of having been just drawn out of a furnace. "Anything the matter grimly asked tbe old gentleman. "I think we must have fainted," said she in a whisper. "Humph! what made you faint he inquired, suspiciously.
This was such a poser that she sank back exhausted, leaving her companion to carry them safely forth. With an awful wrench at his faculties he gulped out— "I think there must be poison in tbe wall paper." &
The old gentleman collapsed.
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