Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 27, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 30 December 1882 — Page 2
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TERRE HAUTE, DEC. 30, 1882
The Last Hew Year's CalL
Yes, all is over at last my dear, And the lastof the callem has come ana gone, The final callers were rather queer,
And stupid enough to make one yawn. I lust ran over a minute to see. If the day turned outasjrcni thought It would. And whatit was said by Cfcarley Leo
That moment thJU on the steps be stood. I know it was something a little "off," Because you flushed to your temples dear. Although you made believe 'twas a c^ugh
But you couldn't play that racket here. He called on me, dear, an hour or two Before I noticed him coming hero. lie took one side of the street right through
When be first began, you, see, my dear. But before be got quite through the street. I thought from his wobbling gait, the dunce I That be might have found It rather neat
To caJi both sides of the street at once. Yes, Charley's a very nice fellow true But he's Just a little fresh in bis ways. And was pulled from the home in which be grew
Before he was through bis nursery days. Yes, much too Innocent—much tnjr dear. His bead doesn't take command ox his heart. And so be will gush sometimes, and Is queer.
With a glass or two—Indeed rather tart. But, there! I didn't Intend to stay 8o long. I Just ran over to see What it was that Charley did really say
As be stood there a moment, shaky In Knee. There don't flare up so, dear! Wc are such good fi
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riends, and I didn't mean
To hurt your feelings, my dear. Oh no! For my wit is slippered, you know and lean. Proposed to you! In that horrid plight
On New Year's Day! What a lark! Ha, ba! It is Just too awfully, utterly qultol And of course you'll refer him to your papa. I don't mind saying, sub rosa, dear.
That the same fellow proposed to me In the morning, but that wasn't half so queer For he was sober then you see. But I must bo off, my dear. Ta, ta.
I'll see you at church If It doesn't flunk. What a Jolly lark it isl Hn, bn! What a fool a man can be when drunk 1 —Earl Marble.
The Closing Tear.
Fftotftr than petal# fall on windy days Prom ruined roues, Hope after hope falls fluttering, and decays,
Ere the year closes. POT little hope*, that open but to die,
And little pleasures. Divide tho long, sad year, that labors by, Into short raoasuros. Yes, let them go I our day lived hopes are not
The life we oborlsb Ixivo lives, till disappointments are forgot And sorrows perish. On withered boughs, where still the old leaf cling*.
New leaves come never And in the heart, where hope bangs laded, springs
No new endeavor.
BOSE MEBT01T8 HEW YEAR'S EVE,
"Oh doar, oh dear! was there ever anything so provoking, and to happen on New icar's Eve, too, of all days in year. It's enough to trv the paircT.cn cliair ftntl\*n*ijlaimcdi4^ Merbands in an agony of despair. "To think the oven should go and crack now, Reuben and your uncle a-.vav, and no one to go to the villago, and all the mince pics to bake!" "Couldn't I go to the village, auntie? If the tinman is in, I could bring him back with me. "I'm afraid it's a long walk for you, child," dissented Aunt Merlon. But from her doubtful tone, ltoso knew sho might go. "It will not take me any time to get ready, and I don't mind the cold. I'll ualk rapidly onough to keep warm. Is tboro auy errand to do at the villago other than to tell Mr. Johnson about the range, and get him to come over at once?" "No, I think not, unless you get mo a paper of pins ami a couple of stout darning needles. I don't know as I've got nnv that'll do to sew the pudding tip with to-morrow. And tell .Johnson to hurry down here, for all the pies nro ready for bakin'. Ami. Hose, did I put two quarts of milk or three into that pan?" "You put thrwj in, auntie, but you sai you would add a little more when you ravm' to (ill the pfrs."
I tlai. I hope you're wrapped
up well." "Ob. I'm well wrapped, really. And don't tin'yourself out, ftuntie. for rii soon be back to l:t»lp finish the bukilig." and Hose herself out at the door, mul was soon waWing sw'Tfns ver the two mile* of frmtv rvad Ujm la$ between the farm and the near'ml
Ik was, indeed, a bitterly eold dav the wind '•riefeiSl dismally through the alrnast to-aslftss trw» and {he skies were leaden. But Rose Morton did not mind. The buffeting® of t!swind and her nipid walking sent W ting, ling healthfully thnti-,t tein* ::n»l flaming itt sweet piiiir%.'.: j» its her usually tie cheeks, ami felt V: ju^t hi !,*»•»««- she sped swi.. rttelng time. Site di»{ uuj *.» Rsj'e* a? hnif-nn-hour, and rati tri* unmhmmv up the steps of Mr. Vinson's shop. IUit her elation was sorfiewhnt damped when she found that the pentNnan in question and both of h\» apprentices were out. and conlil not
pwwiblv lo a thing to the broken ran** before Friday unless, to accommodate the next day ix'inc New Years they
"Oh. but tiscv mn- ., ,, to-night," itnid Jvn««\ I'll writo rtm^-^atre mu! lSt for Mr. Johns »n. It would 1** d^adful if anmiv rv net abk ta any N«*w V,\ir' dinner. Srrne
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The young man raised his pleading face at that, struck his «horse angrily. and dashed away, leaving Rose conscious that the day was very cold, the way very long, the wind piercing, and the leaden sky horribly gloomy and depressing. "Cajrt come before this evening or to-morrow? And what are we to do, and you tired out, poor child?" exclaimed Aunt Susan, in distress, as Rose dropped wearily into a chair and related the results of her walk. "Ob, no! I'm not tired—just a little out of breath with the wind and walking so fast," said Rose, briskly and reassuringly, just as her tall cousin, Reuben, with a very red nose and red fingers, stepped within the kitchen door. "Why, where has Rose been this cold disagreeable day?" he questioned, rather sharply.
Mrs. Merton called his attention to the broken range and acquainted him with their domestic tribulations. "Well, now, that's too bad! But Johnson shall come to-night I'll bring him myself. And I'm sorry Rose has had such an awful walk." "I didn't mind it a bit," said Rose, smiling brightly at his solicitude, "and I didn think it was so dreadfully cold at least not until I was coming home. And, auntie, I've thought how we can
et pics baked this very afternoon! in the old oven in the woodhouse." "I don't know," objected Mrs. Merton, "we haven't used that oven for six or seven years but I suppose we can use it." "I should think so only it must be awfully dirty, and needs a good overhauling, and it'll be cold work carrying all the pics out there. But, if you think they can manage it, I'll clean it out while you and Rose get some dinner. Father'll be up in a few minutes."
His mother thought they could manage, and Rose was sure they could and so the young man went off to the woodhouse, while Rose laid the dinner-table and Aunt Susan carved some cold meat, made tea, and got a plentiful supply of cake, pie and preserves in lieu of warm vegetables.
They were all at the table before Reuben, who had been twice called, came in from the wood-house, washed his hands and joined his parents and cousin at dinner. "It was no small job to clean out that QX£DU. L&MiJsU XQ.Uv" b.9.)M$Lhe& A'Sfe Caroline's, when they were hero last Summer, had plaved in it, and about filled it with berries, flowora, and mudpies and they left some dolls' clothes in it and I found a letter of 3-ours there, Hose. I don't supposo it is of any account Some old oneP" rather questionlv, as he drew the yellow, smeared envelope from his pocket and handed it across the tablo to her. "No: not of any account," said Rose, giving one glance at the address, and thrusting it into her pocket, and taking a big swallow of tea to keep her last mouthful of cako from choking her. "Well, I got it clean at last, and built a roaring fire in it," resumed her cousin. "ami I'll rake it down and carry out the first batch of pies for you, after I've seen the cattle fed." "Thank you. That's nice," nodded How. May 1 be cxcuscd now?"
And away the girl flew to her own room to tear open the !e:ter Reuben had brought her, ami which was addressed in Raiph Dornton's handwriting. She had said, truly, that it was of no account—no account, now—but she could not rest until she had read it.
Sho had but a moment to spare, but it was long enough to read the brief, fervent lines:
HOSE,—I am compelled to leave homo very suddenly within a few hours, to see my mother. She has had a sudden and da?tgrrou* relapse, and my duty to her necessitates my going Without even a farewell to you. How I fball endure three or four weeks of absenco from you I don't know, for I have learned to lore you so dearly that 1 am only happy when I am with you. I write this Instead of saying It, because I cannot wait until my return to know whether I am as dear to you as you, my darling, are to me. I have dared to hope that you love mo and will marry mo. If my hopes are founded upon truth, will you wrlto to me immediately, saying you accept me as "Your faithful lover, -RALPH DORNTON. "J*- R.—If you cannot say-Yes* to all I hope *a1 ask, do not write me at all."
And to rpalize that she had put from her forever the cup of happiness! She bathed her head with icy water to still it* throbbing, and thrust the tetter over her heart, might be to ease its Aching, and weal down and slipped softly out of ihc side door, and ran ncarlv all the way f! srewood, which was half a
fims* the farm. There she handed to the servant, ami started rapitily fc*r hojue again. The note was ad--Rton and as that imong-bi the sitting. life hand* lie
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.Efr^fiieed at the !*«*.: '-r to Rosts in June, ami thettVi: ia {^. age cxelamatioii dashed out to tb« \v who had been sent to toe farm w*: it, a«d frigfclett«d the lad into conft that he did wot deliver the lector to 31 R'^i* is but to two Htt2« gfe|» who were pla-» lag In the yard. "Tvt* half a mi ad tit t!?ratih rta with- ed in as* ««& of To«r life"' be mattered. as-| hi| hmw «aad I "hear?
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prefeF walking to driving, thank you." I A few minutes later Rose and her He looked sennas and almost hurt. lover walked into Aunt Susan pres"Rose," he said, quite softly, bending ence with such bright faces that they nearer her, "may we not, at least, be had no need to confess their secret, friends?" I I though she did declare, afterwards, that
The young face grew harder and jshe "never was so flustrated in her prouder. "No I don't care about adding to my list of friends, I cannot help your being an acquaintance, but I have no desire to look npon you in any other light Good morning, Mr. Dornton."
Theo related her adventure. "And I'm only sorrv yotr and Marian will be disappointed, she added, regretfully.
You did perfectlv right," said Marian, heroically. \Ve are not starving yet thank goodness! and he was, poor man."
But Theo still shook her head, and the tears sparkled in her eyes. •Tm glad you gave it to him," cried Madge, and added, softly, **vou know, Theo, who has said. 'Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these, ye have done it unto me!'
The white floor had been wa*hed and scoured bin an inch of its life the brighlty polished window-panes shone and shimmered, as if daring one to look at them A&d not blink the round brass knobs on the old-fashioned walnut sideboard beaming good-natur-edly in *l sir rays of the morning wb a of ^:^rht vellow chrysanUte atoms stood in ^D if of the white-curtain-
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Mffl HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL
"It is you. darling. Tell me that— that—I do not come too late!" and he knew by the way lier head sank upon his shoulder what his answer was.
life." And Rose thought there had never been such a happy day in any girl's life as was that New Year's Eve in hers, when the old lady kissed her kindly and said: "Well, I'm glad for you. Rose. Yes, rm glad, dear. You ought to be happy, and I know Mr. Dornton wili do all in his power to make you so."
WHAT CAME OF IT. A New Year's Sketch.
"And now, "good-by! I'm off for the turkey, girls! we could not have one for Christmas, but we trill have one for New Year's day." It was Theo Clyde who spoke, as she tied a faded blue veil over her straw hat and drew a shabby fur cape closely around her white throat She was a very pretty girl, with turquoise-blue eyes, and a dash of scarlet in her cheeks and lips. "If you get your money, you mean," said stately Marian, Tbeo's elder sister, who wore her calico wrapper with the grace of a princess royal. "O, Miss Briarby is always punctual, and she will be satisfied with the dress, I know." "And be sure you get apples and raisins for the mince-meat Theo," cried Madge, the youngest of all. "Let's have a real Christmas dinner tomorrow, if it is a week late. It's so long since we've had a nice dinner!" *%ut I'm only to get three tkrtlars for the dress, vou know, Madge. I'll do the best I can with that" And snatching up a small basket containing the newly-linished dress, Theo tripped away in gay spirits.
The three girls kept house in the Widow Spriggin's third-story front room. Inside, the air was mild anil balmy as a summer morning, but outside it was sharp and keen, and a fine, powdery snow was beginning to fall.
The dress gave entire satisfaction, and Miss Briarby wished Theo a happy New Year.
Theo's purchases were soon made. Such a plump turkey! Italmost filled the little basket on her arm. Then to the meat-shop for beef and suet and the jolly meat-man threw in a fresh, crisp bunch of celery, smitten to the heart no doubt by Theo's bright eyes and ruby lips. Next two pounds of raisins, so rich and sugary it made one's mouth water only to look at them.
Half a dollar still remained, and Theo entered a fruit store, tempted by the display of golden-hued oranges and banana8, Brazilian dates, choice clusters of Malaga grapes, luscious figs and -J._ T. m. hrSIl cember day was fast drawing to a close.
A man in a slouched hat and seedy overcoat lounged in after Theo, and stood leaning against the counter. "Now, then, what do you want?" demanded the proprietor, roughly. "Nothing, was the low reply. "Then the sooner you get out of here, the better!" blustered the veuder of tropical fruits. "We don't harbor tramps!" "I'm not a tramp," answered the stranger. "Then you're drunk and get out of here before I call a policeman!1' "For shame! O, for shame!" cried Theo, with blazing eyes. "To treat a human being so—bn New Year's Eve, too!" "He's an imoostor," asserted the hard-hearted dealer. "I've not tasted bread for two days," said the man, in husky tones. •Here, sir '1 and Tiieo followed the stranger into the street "take this." And she thrust her basket into his hand. "No, no!" said the poor man. "I—" "But you must! You will need it And take this, too!" And she forced him reluctantly to accept her purse, also, then quickly hast«med away. "She's coming!" cried Madge, flying to the open door, as a faint footstep sounded on the stairs. "The basket must be heavy, she walks so slowly. Now for the turkey—whv, Theo, you haven't brought it! Was it too hcavyP Are they going ^o send it?"
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-It's a mistake—it's not for us," said Theo. "Let's open it" cried Madge. ,"It can't hurt us, any way and she produced a hatchet
They pounded and pried at the lid, bruised their lingers and finally got the box open, and exposed to view a plump turkey. "And raisins!" cried Madge, pulling open a paper-bag, and filling ber mouth with the contents. "And beef! And suet! And celery!" said Marian.
Theo looked on as if stupefied. "Why, it's mine!" she exclaimed, at last "Of course it's yours! Who said it wasn't?" answered Madge, helping herself plentifully to the raisins again. "But it's what I bought ana gave to the man!" persisted Tneo. "But you didn't buy oranges and lemons and three big pineapples, did you?" asked Marian, still incredulous. "No but I bought the other things—I know they are tne same. And look, Marian, look, Madge, here's my purse, too, with the half-dollar still in it! What can it mean?"
No one could tell. But wonders will never cease. Another knock sounded on the door. Theo opened it her lips and cheeks scarlet with excitement Before her stood a man in a slouched hat and seedy overcoat muffled up to his chin. Theo recognized him. "Come in," she commanded, imperiousl}*, "and tell us the meaning of this." Arid she pointed to the open box, where figs and raisins lay scattered about oranges and suet lav in close propinquity to pineapples ancl beef, and the turkey had fallen helpless on his back among the rosy peartnains that lined the bottom of "the box, where he held up one plump drum-stick, as if beseeching the svmpathyof the spectators.
The tramp walked obligingly in. He pulled off his seedy overcoat he threw down his slouched hat and there stood a handsome, broad-shouldered young man, with gray eyes aud crisp chestnut hair. "Cousin Tom!" cried Marian, astounded. "Why, Cousin Tom!" echoed Madge.
But theo stood silent, with drooping eyes and blushing cheeks. "And have vou no greeting for me, Theo?" asked 'rom—who, by-the-way, was only a third or fourth cousin, after all.
Theo shook her head. "How do I know but that you are an impostor?" she asked.
Tom laughed. "I had no intention of deceiving you. I thought I recognized you on the street but it was so dark I followed you into the fruit store, in order to be certain, before venturing to speak." "But you said you hadn't tasted bread for two days," pouted Theo, relenting little. "Well, I hadn't You see, our train was snowed up for nearly a week, and tho bread all gave out we had plenty of meat aud pie and cako, though, so wo ••nut \Vu tt' iisfc^wv'^rtan/*)?....... said Madge, eyeing the cast-off garments suspiciouslj'. "They are rather seedy, to be sure," said Tom. "The fact is» when wo changed cars, 1 chanced to be taking a nap, and whon the conductor succeeded in rous ing me. that coat aud hat were the only ones left in the car so it was Hobson's choice, as you see."
While Marian and Madge were flitting about tho room, roasting tho turkey, chopping mincemeat, seasoning the
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iluni pudding, and laying the table for Theo and Cousin Tom stood by tho window, whispering together over the yellow chrysanthemums. "And you'll never—never get jealous any more!" asked Theo, with averted face and tell-tale checks. "Never!" declared Tom. And he slipped a plain gold ring on her finger, and perhaps stole a sly kiss while the two sisters discreetly busted the turkey —who knows?
Forbidden Ground.
He had been introduced to a girl fl'om Boston, and together they pawed aimlessly through a oroken-backed album.' "And shall you hang up your stocking?" ho inquired, as they talked of Christmas. "Sir!"cxclaimcd the Boston girl, drawing herself up proudly and fixing her quivering glasses firmly on her nose, "let me never hear yoyi speak to mo again." And she swept grandly cut of the room, while tne young man went and laid bis astonished head against the frosty windowpane.
A Minister on the Newspaper. The Rev. M. J. Savage, of Boston, in a reccnt sermon on the newspaper, said: "I believe that the daily newspaper is an eugine of incalculable power and that in the main and in the long run, its power is exsrted for the enlightenment and lifting up of mankind. I believe that it only needs that public opinion should be so developed as to make It a losing process for any newspaper to be guilty of those things I have indicated. It only needs this to make it what it claims to be, the most potcnl factor in molding and guiding the life of the world. And we, of ail others, have reasons to rejoice in this. For the modern newspaper, in drifting the latest te-ir-Hnr science, in revealing the re-Bfci'-u* vMlition of other races, past and pre nt in scattering knowledge cc to the few 1 -t thinkers of the wuJ ciO as to iBis'i it the common property of men, is aching our gos--1 and doing our work. If true to this
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Death of the Old Wife.
She had lain all day in a stupor, breathing with heavily-labored breath, but as the sun sank to rest in the far-off western sky, and the red glow on the wall of the room faded into dense shadows, she awoke and called feebly to her aged partner who was sitting motionless by the bedside he bent over his dying wife and took her wan, wrinkled hand in his. "Is it night?" she asiced in tremulous tones, looking at him with eyes that saw not "Yes," he answered softly. "It is growing dark." "Where are the children?" she queried: "are they all in?"
Poor old man! how could he answer herP—the" children had slept for years in the old church yard— "The children are safe" answered the old man, tremulously "don't think of them Janet think of yourself does tho way seem dark?" "My trust is in Thee let me never bo confounded. What does it matter if the way is dark?" "I'd rather walk with God in the dark, than walk alone in the light "Fd rather walk with him by faith than walk alone by sight "John, where's little Charlie?*' she asked. Her mind was again in the
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ast The grave dust of twenty years lainon Charlie's golden hair, but tho mother had never forgotten him! Tho old man patted her cold hands, hands that labored so hard that they wero seamed and wrinkled and calloused with years of toil, and tho wedding ring was worn to a more thread of gold—and then ho pressed his lips to them, and cried, they had eucouraged and strengthened him in every trial of life. Why, what a woman sho had boon! What a worker! What a leader in Israel! Always with the gift of prayer or scrvice. They had stood at many a death-bed together —closed eyes of loved ones, ami then sat down with the Bible between them to read the promises. Now she was about to cross the dark river alone.
And it was strango and sad to tho old man, and the yellow-haired granddaughter left them, to hear her babble of walks in the woods, of gatheringMay flowers and strolling with John, of petty household cares that she had always put down with a strong, resolute hand of wedding feasts arid death-bod triumphs and when at midnight sho beard the bridegroom's voice, and the old man bending over her, cried pitifully, and the granddaughter kissed her pale brow there was a solemn joy in her voioe as she spoke the names of her children one by one, as if she saw them with immortal eyes, and with one glad smile put on immortality. They led the old man sobbing away, and whon ho saw her again tne glad morning sun was shining tho air was jubilant with tho song oi birds, and she lay asleep on tho couch under tho north window whore ho had seen her so often lie down to rost while waiting for the Sabbath boll. And sho wore the same black silk, and tho string of gold beads about her tlitn neck, and brooch with his miniaturo wiifftmg and in its place was a white rose and a spray of cedar—she had loved cedar—
spray sne had loved to sing over her work: "Oh, may 1 In his courts ba seen
Like a young codtir fresh and green." But what strange transformations was there! The wrinkles wero gone. Tho traces of age, and pain, and weariness wero smoothed out the face had grown strangely young, and a placid smile was laid on the pale lips. Iho old man was awed by this likeness of tho bride of his youth. He kissed tho unresponsive lips and said softly: "You've found Heaven first, Janet, butj'ou'll come for mo soon! It's our first parting in more than seventy years, but it won be for long—it won bo for long!
And it was not Tho Winter snow bad not fallen, and there is another grave, and to-day would have been their diamond wedding! We had planned much for it, and 1 wonder—I wonder—but no! Whoro they are there is neither marriage nor giving in marriage.—
Free Press.
One day the editor of a paper which had been attacking Mr. Wright savagely for many weeks met him at a party, and apologized for an article in that morning's paper, sayiug he had found out during the day tnat the charges were untrue. "I do not understand you," answered the bland statesman. "Why, I have found out that the article I published about you, this morn it) g, was not true." "Me! was the answer, in a blander tone, "me!" You haven't been writing •gainst me, have you?" "Yes, for six months." "You don't say so. I never heard of ft," coolly replied Mr. Wright "TV I'll write no said the chagri^ad editor, who been flattering himself that he was goading Mr. ft tight to the quick.
If nobody read or commented on abusive articles, they would soon disappear from the public press. The reader who enjoys them is a party to slander.
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If a public man is thin-skinned and reads the newspapers, he is likely to have a hard life of it He needs to have the triple coat of brass, which Horace speaks of, to blunt the barbed arrows shot at him by the censors of tho press. Silas Wright, one of the great leaders of the Democratic party in New York fifty years ago, had an unfailing antidote for the rancor of abuse,—he didn't read it
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To all who ttreRtiftbrlng from ti imltscittUonSjlaf youth, ncrvoi early decay, loss of mniihoo^l, it« rocl|o that wll onrt yon CHARt «E. Tl»Kgrent remedy xl by missionary In South Ar a self uildrvsstxi envelope to the T. Innian, Station P., New York
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WINONA, Minn., No
I have been sutleriug wii cold for several days, and wr 1 could not speak above a whi lfith 1 met one of Dr. Warn on my train, ho banded no White Wine of Tar Syrup an after taking the tirst dose t. noMs eommonced to leave mo, four hours my voice was qui natural and tne cold nearly the best remedy I over'saw.
Respect
W. WAKRKN, eon Chicago Northwea
GrigKS' Vlycerine N The best on earth can trulj (Jriggs* Glycerine Salve, whi cure for cuts, bruiaes, scab wounds, and all other sores, tlvely cure piles, tetter am eruptions. Satisfaction guai money refunded. Only 26 Qi sale by Groves A I/)wry.
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