Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 16, Number 6, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 1 August 1885 — Page 2
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A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.
TERRE HAUTE, AUG. 1. 1885.
OVER THE WAY.
Alone in the moonlight I quietly sit And lint to the music over the way. And watch the light forms as they dreamily flit
To and fro through the dance in their graceful play.
Why is it that always over the way Ttie sunshine falls in a clear, bright stream While only the shadows the livelong day
Envelopes me in a misty dream?
*Owr the way the people are blessed With children, fortune, everything fair ILife ia a dream of blissful rest—
Shadows ne'er fall on the dwellers there,
"White I in my silent home to-night List to the ring of the voices gay, .And gaze on the faces brilliant ana bright
Which illumine the mansion over the wi
Ah me! all my life in shadow has passed, Never to me comes a sun-bright day, It may be best, and perhaps at the last
I shall not envy them over the way.
Bella Donna.
S. Burns, in Godey's LadyU Book.] "I'd give a dollar to peek into the stnlio and see what it is wouldn't you, .Bella "Why no, Alice. It is no business of •ours. Mr. Waring baa a right to be admiring one ol bis pictures if be wishes «o." "Yes, of course but be was standing by tho window in exactly that position when we passed by fifteen minutes ago. Just see bow perfectly rapt be is. One would tbink be expected tbe picture to come to life like Pygmalion's Galatea. He painted some lovely wood-scenes awhile ago, and be let me see them all, but be has been at work on something lately wbicb I haven't been able to catch a glimpse of. I haven't a doubt but what it's some absent lady-love. If I wasn't so awfully afraid of bim I'd go up to tbe door and ask bim to let meadmire too. Or, why don't you go, Bella?
He wouldn't refuse you. I know you dersist in calling bim astranger. but I'm sure we've met bim times enough this summer to feel pretty well acquainted. You go up to the door and put on your sweetest smile,—or, no—just raise your great black eyes at bim with the same -wondering look you have on now. and Ihe wouldn't refuse you if you asked him Tor 'Vila money or bis life.' "DonH, Alice," and Bella turned away contracting her fair, low brows impatiently. The undisputed beauty of this village gir! was the pride of all the townpeople in tbe little summer resorts of
Meadowlake, as well as the surprise and admiration of its summer tourists. Bella bad accepted the blessing from ber •childhood as one does the gift of good 'health or a cheerful disposition, "but it wasn't pleasant to be continually reminded of the fact. Her complexion was a decided bloude, with hair of that flossy gold in tbe coloring of which Nature bad not been assisted by the latest art in bleacliery. The rounded curves of her fare and the exquisite coloring made a picture of which apy artte^mlght have beeu proud ba&hodeilgne^jt upon •canvass, while lier eyes,—ah these were •the features after all, which made one -stop to look at her again. "A perfect blonde with eyes like coals!" you would exclaim In surprises But Bella Doane's eye's were not black, her friends would assure vou, though it was true those aplendlilly dilated pupils did almost entirely hide the little margin of purple iris. These wondering eyes were fixed just now on tbe artist in the window, who ha5 suddenly thrown a cloth over mysterious picture on his easel, and emerged from the opposite side of the building, had started through the woodpath toward the brook with an empty water-bucket in either band. "There he goes down to the spring,' continued Alice. "The Idea of building a studio in this out-of-the-way place, and having to go half a mile for a drink of water 1 Well, I'm going home through tbo fields. I suppose I couldn't Induce you to go that way, Miss Propriety, for jfoar of meeting Mr. Waring on the way. 2f It was that handsome young cousin of bis, Mr. Thome, the one who monopolized vou at tke party last night, 'twould be different, wouldn't It Well, goodby. I'm one of the kind that likes the old bachelors."
Bella sauntered along up the road, thoughtfully, swinging her broad bat by Its white ribbons. As she reached the studio door she paused and looked up. It bad been left ajar, and a fative glance inside showed ber that tbe room was vacant, and that the ease) with its cloth-covered picture stood temptingly near. 8he glanced around ber—not a person to be seen. The tall form of tbe artist bad disappeared among the trees, and Alice was out of sigbt. Her heart beat fast with ber own presumption as •be took a step nearer the door. "But no, no I mustn't,'' she whispered, turn ing quickly away. "It would be very wronn—and yet She hesitated, wondering at her strange, unwonted curiosity. "I shall never have another chance like this. What barm can It do?
No one will ever know." She bounded up the steps with timid eagerness, entered tbe studio and raised tbe cloth from the canvas. For several moments she stood before It transfixed with wotidor, like the woodland nymph who first discovered ber own likeness in the brook. Then a crimson blush spread over her face, and her head drooped with wondering embarrassment as she recognixed the unmistakable fact that It was her own sweet face which was looking out at her from the canvas through tbese marvellous, those questioning blue eyes. Beneath the picture were tbe words, traced indistinctly with tbe artist's brush, "Bella Donna.'"
The sudden noise of a squirrel darting over the step startled her from her reverie. and bounding down tbe path she took the nearest way home through the orchards, leaning over the stone wsrtla and darting through the tall grass liRe a frightened deer with the h«: in» in
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Over tboway there is music and light, letter. I tell you a girl wltli ner capuai Laughter and all things pleasant and fair isn't to be jilted for nothing, and yon Joyous feet tripping, faces glance bright, know well enough you could have her
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pursuit, never pausing to Wk beblu. tier until she reached her own garden. wh«re she dropped panting and iM-eatl less Into tbe tail grass under the ap| trees, to crv out all by hen*If her min f* I self-i*: :b and nsore. "Bella ana! 1L..JI Donn*: she repeated! again and aga»n. '-What doe* it meai. Is It hh n« r, ?r tv--* nnd Is it Frento for Re-la I r?*'
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Not quite, my boy. Be carelul of your statements." "You don't mean itl By Jove! I believe you're in earnest, old fellow Who is sbe Tell me all about ber. I agree to swap secrets, for you may not believe me, but I'm in love myself." "Ah! That's tbe way tbe wind blows? Well, Harry I'm glad to hear it, for it's high time yon stopped your wild-oat sowing. Give us an account of yourself." "Not until we hear from yoo, old boy. Say, where does sbe live? When did you meet ber "H—m. On what do you base these inquiries?" "Ob, come now. Don't put on the innocent. You've made your concession, and you can't wheedle me now. To tell tbe truth, Bond, I'm mightily glad for you, for I wouldn't be in yourloaesome old shoes fir a fortune. Is it any one I know? Have I ever seen ber? Say." "Probably not. Tbat depends on where you spent last week." "Ob, I've been up to tbe head of tbe lake for tbe most part witb tbe felkms. Why You don't mean to say she'b a native?'' "I don't mean to say anything not" "Well, show me her picture, Bond*. I dare say you've got tbe whole thing: on canvas under tbat cloth over tbeve. Life-size, too, I'll warrant," and Sbe young fellow made astridefor the easel. "Hold on, sir!" and Waring grasped him fiercely by the collar. "Take ca»e how you meddle with private property. If you'll Bit down and calm yourself, F*1 give you something to quiet you," and carelessly turning tbe leaves of bis portfolio he drew out a charming little sketch of Bella in her sailor costncs*, her girlish figure outlined against a white sail of her boat. "Bond Waring!" and Harry started from his seat. "Is tbat the girl you mean to marry "Tbat is tbe girl I mean to marry, nay boy, provided I am happy enough to raise the ghost of au inducement." "Then, Oy Jupiter! it's a case of coffee and pistols for two, lor this is the identical girl 1 had reference to myself."
The two men faced each other in silence for a moment,and Waring paled trifle as he replied,— "There is a mistake somewhere. You ifcpe been in this vicinity just one week, an® according to your own statement have spent tbat time in fishing on the the lake." '•And where do you suppose I've spent my evenings In tbe village, of coarse, attending the hops and tbe parties when which you persist in avoiding. Oh, you're entirely behind the times. What with a solid week of moonlight sails, dances and drives, I've had a better chance to get acquainted with Miss
Doane than you can possibly have had in a whole summer's sparse acquaintance I tell you she's a rare one. She'd made the tiolles at Saratoga tear tbe hair. Come, Bond, you know she wouldn't have an old bachelor like you. Give me the first chance, won't you
Waring looked down at his companion from his superior height and a feeling of contempt, which amounted to a strong desire to knoctt the fellow down, crept over him. His good nature got the better of bim, however, and he seated himself calmly, with the mental comment, "You poor, shallow, good-hearted rascal! It is impossible to be angry with you." "You see, Bind," coutinued Harry, "I never was so struck witb a girl in my life. She'd made a perfect raw at home. Mother and the girls haveIbeen teasing me to make up my mind to somebody these two years, and they'd just go wild over her. Sbe hasn't any property, to be sure, and no family to boast o*f, but she pretty enough to be King Cophetua'a beggar maid, and I've just set my heart on her. 1 suppose, by all seuseof honor I ought to stepoutand give you the first proposal, but if I marry her at all, I want to take her to Saratoga before the season Is over, and as this is my last opportunity, why can't you let me try my lack to-night? I stand as good a chance of being jilted as „„y one, and if I'm snubbed, why then I'll just clear out and leave tb* track clear for you."
Waring surveyed his cousin calmly from head to foot. Was it probable that this sweet village flower who bad so completely won his heart could withstand the fascinations of this gay, hand some youth, with the rumors of his fortune which here whispered in everybody's ears? Wbat bad be, morose, unprepossessing old hermet tbat be was, to offer a rival Nothing but bis love. He dare not take tbe risk. "I fail to see by what sense of justice of honor a fortunate fellow like you can ask another to play into his hands in that wholesale manner. I'm not tbe roagnani.iwus fellow you take me to be. There's too much at Make. I've
charmed, and yoo were heartily in love, I can conceive of my making a sacrificeBut here, Harry, you have met Miss Do tie perhaps four times in you lite you are attracted by ber as no one could fail to be. But I tell yoo that kind of lovesickoeea one can sleep off in a night. You are simply cb»rmed by ber pretty faoe* whl "And i. are you, pray burst in Harry, angrily. "Confound it! Aren't vou charmed by ber pretty face tov? .tat because I haven't tbe faculty of daubing it on canvas la no sign I don't joy good k» as well as yon. You
A-avsttxid si couldn't endure beauty tha? i.-n't bai nl. I'm satisfied with bwuiv that's nale up. if it's well done. There are plentv of natural beauties aroun iwre. WbvcmU yeu take one ol tlwwu. If a model's what you're afterf
him- talk about natural beauty? Isn't that Inst wbat I admire in her?" "Natural beauty J" laughed
for Saratoga?" scornfully. "Oh, you old blind dotard! "Oh, to-morrow, I suppose. I prom- I begin to believe you are pretty far ised Grace on my "word and honor I'd be gone. Do yon mean to say your obeerthere in time for her german. I'm get- vanti eye hasn't been able to see through ting pretty fond of this quiet old hole, oneot her pretty artifices? Why quartbouKh,—capital fishing np the lake, ter of tbe ladies ro New York know how Shouldn't wondefr if I drifted 'round to produce that same kind of a wig, only this way agftio. I say, Bond, why don't sb6 does 866m to havo had oxtra lock in you go on to Saratoga with me Grace the bleaching. Tbat ravishing complexcouldn't say enough about it in ber last ion, too! You call that natural? You letter. I tell you a girl with her capital can expect to prod nee thatkind of pink
Ro for nothing, and you and white with your paint brush, or gb you could have ber from a powder-box, but you don't find for the asking. It's high time for a rov- it on the natural cuticle in these days. Ing old dabster like you to settle down Those eyes, besides! another item. You for life. Now, you needn't look at me. tbink that nature ever made a pair as I'm a different subject.
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A fellow who black and brilliant as those without the
has had more than he knows how to aid of a little dose of appropriate medihandle dropped unexpectedly out of his cine now and then Oh, Bpnd I father's pocket into his own can afford wouldn't have guessed that falling in to drift about with the wind, settle down love would ever make such a blind old or not, as he choses and when I marry, idiot of yon •«, it can be for good looks, talents, or dis- "Thorne!" exclaimed Waring, startposition, as the case may be, without re- ing up, this time thoroughly in earnest, spect to my lady's income. Come, Bond, "If you can convince me of the truth of what do you say? Why won't you come one of your slanderous statements oy down with me and clinch tbe bargain any tangible proof, I leave town without "I don't happen to be in love witb the further notice, and cancel all claims in young lady, my dear fellow," said War- your favor." ing, smiling quietly, as he removed the "Christopher Columbus! I've gained paint from bis palette. a point now, have nt I Very well, "Oh, stuff and nonsenco! You're too Bond, I accept the challenge. Im a old a customer to talk of falling in love." good deal of a detective in my way, and _• ij have my proofs with me when I call
on you again' This is worth stopping over another day for. I reckon the Friday express will bring me around in time for tbe german. Good-by, old fellow. I shall hold you to your promise."
The moon rose that night and looked down on a pretty picture through tbe woodbine and Virginia creeper which covered tbe old piazza of the Doane homestead. Bella, in white, was perohed upon the steps, under an arbor of plants whicb sbe had just been watering, while young Thorne, in his riding costume, stood beside ber, stroking the mane of his restive pony. "So you will not ride with me to-night, Miss Doane?" be repeated. "No, Mr. Thorne. I told yon I was housekeeper to-night. Mother is not well, and I cannot leave her." "Then to-morrow may I ca)J for you, at ten perhaps? This is my last opportunity, you know." "I don't knowr now, of anything to prevent.""The cool little creature!" be- soliloquized, when he bad talked for half an bour with- his utmost vivacity, and re ceived ooly the driest of responses. "If it wasn't Jon that miserable promise to Bond I could tell her something tbat would startle hei a little, and perhaps raise a natural blush under tbat pretty
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coating. Wel3, I must plunge into usiness, though very likely it w»i cost me the case. May I have a flowwf" be asked alood», reaching up to a towering fuchsia wbooh drooped above ber head. "Oh, certainly," and she raised her sweet face- unsuspiciously at tbe very instant thafi be broke tbe stem, %tt»rog down a shower of drops upon hep bair and cheek. Sbe cowered and laughed as sbe rubbed* her wet cheek vigorously with ber bandkerchiei. "Well, that's a failure," he said to himself, as- be survsyed the spotless linen in ber band. "I've one eaperiinent left, however. You don't seem like yourself to-nigbfc* Miss Doane, are you well he aakec8 a little later,as sbe shivered and drew her white shawl closer arooad her. "It seems to be growing chilly," she said, "and nay head sehes badly. Jihirb you will have to oscuse me and let me go in."
Ah here was his clew. He ret»embe red hearing hia bright-eyed atster freely compfain of her belladonna headaches, and he ventured, modestly,"Miss Doane, 1 wonder if vou would be angry if I told you a certain fact oufi of my pure friendship for you. I've- dabbled in medicine considerably, and I've sisters of nay own to jodge from. Would you let me guess the cause of these froqueni headaches "Tbe cause of my headaches? Certainly I will not be angry, if you can only explain tbem." "Well then, sincerely as I admire these beautiful eyes, tbey are too bright, they see to much.—and the cause is, perhaps betladotina."
Sbe started from ber seat at the sound of tbat word, and crimsoned painfully, all he thoughts turning to one burning remembrance. "Forgive me," be said, "for guessing your secret. It dhall be mine as well." "Then," sbe faltered, "Mr. Waring does not know "I cannot be positive of tbat, Miss Doane#»» "Oh, oh I knew be would find it out," she murmured, as she turned away and abruptly entered the house. "Wonder what the old fellow'll say to this," chuckled Harry to himself the next morning as he drove np to the studio. "Guess he didn't reckon on sncb speedy evidence. But why the dickens sbe should care whether 'Mr. Waring' knew or not, is more than I can see." "How are you, Bond?" he began, as he burst Into tbe room and dashed forth a more ardent than scrupulous account of bis evening's discoveries. "She acknowledged fair and square, Bond, tbat sbe used belladonna to make her eves bright, so you see it's all over with yoa. She's promised to drive with me thia morning, and 'twill be all settled, you see, before I leave town. I'm sorry to have stepped in your way like this, but sbe isn't tbe kind of a wife for you, old fellow. You'll find some one else to suit you better. I must be off,— its nearly ten. Wbat, you don't mean to say you've begun to pack up already?
Well, we aball probablv meet again this summer. Yoo must be down to the wedding, sure pop. Good-by* if I don't see you again," and leaping into his pbseton be dashed off down tbe road in the gayest of spirits. He stepped at the office for hia mail on the wai, and was considerably surprised to find in it a note from Bella Doane. He tore it open hastily and read the following words:
"MR. THORN*I
be. There's too much at stake. I've ™^7orray rather lived without father, mother, or sister do not understand lww you cooki have long enough for me to appreciate the known that I bad seen the picture, the ugh I value of what It would be to have a am sure such home of my own. If I were simply
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back my agreement to ride with yoo this mornin*. teal I would like to apologize to
I entered Mr. Warlngii rtodto that mora In a, It was out of simple, cbilnltsh curiosity to see what he bad been painting, and I bad not the remotest thought of finding my picture there. I have been bitterly ashamed of myself for my presumption ever since, and would Uke to apologize to Mr. Waring. If he leaves town to-morrow with you,' as 1 understand he intends doing, will yoo be so ktnd ax to give bim my mesaaiet Very sincerely,
"Are you out of your hwd aaid fellow who had stolen his treasure from Waring, his self-powttwios faat giving him before bi* open eyw. Worn put at way. What do yoa mean by your'last with hia unprofitable wrath, be feu
BKIAA JJOAKK.
While Harry stood gnawing bis moustache over this •'confoundedly perplexing letter,*' Waring bad taken his easel into the woods, and was preparing bis canvas for a final sketch of his favorite e*K-w of the lake. He traced "his outlines with calm, deliberate strokes, though his blood was boiling with indignant rage, and his thoughts were divided between cursing himself for hia folly in ever revealing hit secret to any one, and contempt for tbe. worthless
TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL. i!#I
to picturing the two as he imagined them at that moment, riding together by the river road, careless ana happy in each other's companionship, and a sonfee of bitter lonblineps stole over bim. He dropped his canvas upon the grass and buried his face in his hands. "It is my fate," be said. "I have accepted it all my life—why not now Yet, as he sat there pondering with his eyes upon the
ground, again and again would arise be him a picture which bad grown so familiar to bim through these summer months, of a slender, girlish figure coming up the path through the trees, calling to the birds as she passed, and swinging in her band a dinner-pail which sbe carried to ber father in the hay-field.
How purposely he had planned these little meetings. How often be had stopped her to ask some fruitless question, and how like a lasting sunshine to him had been her modest smile, or the upward, questioning glance of her deep, thoughtful eyes! A summer dream,— tbe sweetest be bad ever known. He would not be awakened. He raised his eyes and strained tbem down the path, with a longing desire to see again the fluttering of a white dress among tbe trees. But no, the waving trees alone cast their shadow across tbe moss grown
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atb. How be longed to take her little in his once more in friendly greeting! AU, if he held that band again, could he ever let it go? He buried his face again in his han^s and dashed away too unexpected tears, strange visitors to those cold, gray eyes. 'Mr. Waring," said a timid voice behind him, when a light hand touched his shouldei. He turned upon her with dazed inquiry. Conld it be the object of his dream? or was1 it au angel sent from heaven to comfort him.
Bella looked into his fale face wonderingly, and, as if she saw tbe hunger and longing in bis eyes, her own eyes brimmed with tears. He took her hand instinctively in his. You are not riding with ray cousin h»asked. "No," sbe ans^wereiJ, "I am not Tiding with your cousin." "Tow do not care for him "I care for bim? I have known him jnst one week, and I do not like your cousin', Mr. Waring. But I was avraid he would1 not give you my message-as I meant it, and so I have come to you myself." TI'mfaMy she repeated ber apo3ogy wondering when she ba«9 finished, a9 bis strange, absent expression. "Ab,'T he- o»id at last/, a quiet smile lighting up Ms puzzled face. "So fclis explains it all. And yout have coole to ask my pardoo for tbat Oh, my darling, it i» I who should harve asked fl»rgivenese then for stealing that swset face, and' now fbr daring tw ask for the original."' He hesitated, holding both ber hands'I fwgive yon," she filtered, with downcast eyes, while a playful smHe quivered4 upon ber lips.
He took her in his arms and drew her down wpon his- knee. "There is a heaven upon earth for noe, after all," aaid.
1MB TWO WIV3SS. OChlaago News.]i
In a certain city there were two wives named Gerda and Hulda. Although their homes adjoined they -were In ve»y different social stations, for Gerda was the wife of a very proud and very risb man, while Hulda was the* wife of a humble- artisan. Gerda's home was lofty andspaeioD&and was adorned with most costly and moat beautiful things, but Hnlda's house- was a soantily f**nished little cottage. The differencei« their aeoiul stations did not, however, prevent Gerda and Hulda from being friendly in a proper fashion, and tbe two frequently exchanged visits while their husbands were away from home.
One day Hulda was at Gerda's bouse, and Gerda said: "I must show yo» the iainting we have just received Iron? Jaris. It is the most beautiful paia-ting in tbe world, and it cost a princely sum of money."
And Gerda took Hulda into »a adjoining chamber and uncovered tbe pic lure, and for a long time Hulda stood admiring it in silence. Ik was indeed a masterpiece of art. Such beauty of con ception, such elegance of design, and such nicety in execution bad never before been seen. It was a marvel figure and color and effect. "Is it not the most beautiful picture in all the world asked Gerda. "It is very beautiful," replied Hulda, "but it is not the«most beautiful picture in all the world."
Then Gerda took Halda into another chamber and showed her a jeweled music-box which tbe most cunning artlsaus in all Switzerland bad labored for years to produce. "You shall hear it make music," said Gerda.
And Gerda touched tbe spring and the music box discoursed a harmony «uch as Hulda's listening ears had never heard before. It seemed as if a moon tain brook, a summer sephyr, and a wild wood bird were in tbe box vieing with each other in sweet melodies. "Is it not tbe most beautiful music in all the world asked Gerda. "It is very beautiful," replied Hulda, "but it is not tbe most beautiful music in all the world."
Then Gerda was sorely vexed. "You said tbat of tbe picture," said Gerda, "and you say it of the music. Now tell me, Hulda, where there is to be found a more beautiful picture and where more beautiful music "Come with me, Gerda," said Hulda.
And Hulda led Gerda from the scately mansion into her own bumble little cottaste. "See there apon tbe wall near tbe door?" said Hulda. "I see nothlng but stains and marks of dirt," said Gerda. Where is tbe picture of which you spoke?" "They are the prints of a baby band, said Hulda. You are a woman and a wife and would yoa not exchange all the treasures of your palace for tbe finger marks of a little hand upon your tinted walls?"
And Gerda made no reply. Then Hulda went to a corner and drew forth a pair of quaint, tiny shoes and showed them to Gerda. "Tbeoe area baby's shoes,' aaid. Hulda, "and make a music no art Other sounds charm the ear and delight the but the music of a baby a shoe thrills tbe heart and brings tbe aoul into communion with with tbe angels."
Tb«n Gerda cried: 'TIs true. Oh, Hulda 1 'Us true." And sbe bowed ber and wept. For she was childless.
"RIGHT PEART.11
«*I was right peart till tbe rbeumatlz aot In," said a suffering old man who lived near the swamp. Fact is, whereever you live yoo can't be "right peert if yon area victim of this troublesome .disease. Captain C. W. HotsenpUler,
Springfield. O., fay», "I found great relief from inflammatory rheumatism by using 'Brown'a Iron Bitters." W»ooaands of other people have found similar relief.
AFTER THE HONEYMOON.
[Rev. E. L. Hardy in the Quiver for June.] Marriage is sometimes said to be the door that leads deluded mortals back to earth bat this need not and ought not to be the case. Certainly love may end with tbe honeymoon if people marry to gratify a "gunpowder passion," or for the sake of mere outward beauty, which is like a glass, soon broken. Of course the enthusiastic, tempestuous love of courting days will not as a rule survive marriage. A married couple soon get to feel toward each other very much as two chums at college, or two partners in a business who are at the same time old a well-tried friends. Young married people often think tbat those who have been in the holy state of matrimony twenty or thirty years longer than themselves are very prosy, unroroantic, and by no means perfect examples of what married people ought to be. "Drive gently over the stones!" This piece oi advice, which is frequently given to inexperienced whips, may be respectfully suggested tbe newly married. There are stony places on tho road to happiness, which is not carefully driven over, may upset the domestic coach. The first rock ahead which shoakl be marked "dangerous," is the first year of married life. Here especially, it is tbe first Biep that costs as a rule, the first year either mars or makes a marriage. During this period errors may be committed which will cast a shadow over every year that follows.
On awakening suddenly from sleepwe feel put out ana rather croes. May not the young bosband and wife experience feelings not entirely different when they awake to reality from tbe dreams of courtship and fascination of the honeymoon Everything must ®nce more be contemplated alter the ordinary manner of the world, once more with subdued feelings spoken of, considered and settled. For the first time, hasband and wife see each other as they actually are. Each brings certain peculiarities into the married state to- which the other has to jrow accustomed. They have now to •ive no longer SOT themselves, but for each other, and tbe lesson is not learned in a moment. I» all things indifferent the husband and wife must be willing to yield, however new it may be to them, however different Jrom wbat they themselves thought, Sfelf must be oacrificed in order to gain the help of another beloved existence. .A lady oncea^kwi T)r." Johnson bow in bis dictionary be came to define "pastern" the knee of a horse he immediately answered, "Ignorance, madam, pure ignorance." This is tbe simple explanation- ol aaany an aooident 'bat takes the coaamencement of the matrimonio-l journey. The young couple have not 3'et learned the dange ous places of the road, a«d, as a consequence, they drive carelessly over them.
Newly mtirried people are generally warned by their mo9e experienced elders to beware of tire first dispute and certainly a want of self restraint mars bom*? life more than anything else. Still "it'i hardly in a body's power to keep at times from being sour," and we must not attach- undue iua^ertance to tbe little tiffs of eswlfy maruied life. Generally speaking,, there is not much fauk on either sidei Some men are inclined to be cross ia the early morning, or on re turning home in the eveniug, because their minds are intent on uopalatiable items in. the day's business. Forewarned is forearmed tbe fact that is so should be duly re«ognizfcd, and nothing done to ruffle or annoy them- It is a great mistake #or a man, in early married life, to be overdone witb domestitity. The young wife, if she is wise, dees not insist on ber husband giviug op his club, male friends, an-di all tbe interests of bachelorship. She, probably, is quite content with his company alone, but sbe- Is aware that a man Is apt to weary of the toujours penhrix
Appearances should not be disregarded in home life husbands attach much im portance to„what others think of their homes* It Is a part of the science of home life to present a good face to the world it argues bad housekeeping »o be seen at a disadvantage. At the same time the young wife must never dwindle dows into a mere housekeeper and heart nurse, with the spice of a dressmaker. Sho roust keep herplaceof a companion. A good wife is a priceless treasure and the husband is none the worse that be is made to realize she is a lady, and to be treated as such.
Surround your lord with tender care and thought fbr his comfort, b»t It does not become you to fetch and carry and wait on him band arid foot, or be will come to expect it as a right, and tbink tbe leas of you rather than the more therefore. From the very first respect and demand respect, and you will get it. "How," said a gentleman to a friend who wished to convey a matter of importance to a lady without communicating directly with her, "how can you be centain of ber reading the letter, seeing tbat you have directed it to her busband?" "That I have managed without tbe possibility of failure," was tbe answer. "She will open it to certainty, for I have put the word 'private' in the corner." This pots in a lively war tbe well known fact tbat it is impossible for married people to keep aecreta, the one from the other. But e^eu to make the attempt is no enter llpon ground so very dangerous tbat scarcely any amount of cautious driving will prevent a catastrophe. When Misa Welsh and Carlyle were engaged to be married, tbe fornier in laced ber mother to consent that Carlyle should live with both of them, and share the advantages of an established bouse and income. But Carlyle answered Mlsa Welsh's proposal by insist-
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"two households could not live a* if they were one, and be would never have any right enjoyment of bis wife's compsny till sbe was all bis own,' adding that "the moment he was master •f a house, the first use be would tur» it to would be to slam tbe door again is nauseous intruders."
Married people should be left alone at least for the first year. "Are your domestic relations agreeable was[ the question put to an nnbappy-looking specimen of humanity. "Ob, my domestic relations are all right," was tbe reply "it is my wife's relations tbat are caosing tbe trouble."
After the honeymoon husband ana wife too often renounce not merely those pretty arts to please wbU-h belonged to tbe time of woolog, but oven common poiitenese **cb And yet politeness, like charity, should begin home.
The honeymoon is over, and the voung couple have exchanged their {•hrysalis condition for tbe pleasure* and duties of ordinary married life. Let them begin by forming a very high idea of marriage. Now and on every anniversary of tbelr wedding-day tbey ahoold seriously reflect on those vows, which are too often taken either in entire ignorance of their meaning and import, thoughtlessly, as though bey were mere incidents of tbe marriage ceremony.
THE OIRL HE LOVES. [Town Topics.] Somehow I never weary of watching the girl I am going to marry. It ia so odd to think that she and I are to pass the greater part of our lives together. I watched her last Sunday for an hour at Coney Island as she sported, unconscious, on the beach, and when sliecame back to my side and closed her eyes in a reverie, I wondered if she would wake me in tbe morning with a sweet kiss, or whether sbe would pull tbe pillow from nnder my head with a jerk and make me feel as if I bad fallen down a precipice19,000 feet high. Will she be ready to open the door and receive me kindly when I come home late, or will she call me hard names and thieaten to go home to ber mother? As I take her soft palm in mine and kiss the tips of her pink fingers, I wonder if they will ever give me a box tbat will make my ea)4 tingle. She bas a pretty little mouth and pearly teeth, and will she ever put them to bad use by reading me curtain lectures? Will those mild blue eyes ever flash in anger at me, and will that wealth of auburn bair, so neatly coiled, ever hang in frowzy disorder down hor back? She has cunning little feet. Sbe savs tbey get cold very easily. Horror! Will she ever put them on me when they are cold? Will she waste a)) my hard-earned savings in jimcracks? Will sbe giveme a cola dinner? Will she pick all tbe change from ray pockets? Will sbe neglect tbe hoube and gossip with the neighbors? ____________
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