Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 21, Number 6, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 August 1890 — Page 3

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A BALLAD OF YOUTH.

Adown tbo road the fid rose boshes Aro budding aad blooming here and there, And the clean, cool wind it laughs and push**

Over mjr forehead and through my hair. Life to a lightsome weight to bear: Youth Is not such a weary toad

WouUlst thou dejwive me of my share, Death, that art larking down the road?

My steed l» fraah the way* are pleasant I am not oW nor weary yet. The past wa* good, as good the present,

Nor is theru much I naed regret. Wilt thou not itlumUtr ami forget To arrest grain so newly sowed,

O l«u» cod loaginjf and sharp sit Death, that art lurking down the road?

Nay: I shall pray thee not, Lamenting The end of mo and the end of alL" Thou hast no soal for tear*, repenting

Thy sweeping blade, when mortal* fall At some lane's turn III haur the call "Stand and as grows 1 shall tx- mowed.

Strike, then thou shaft- not m.* appal. Death, that art lurking down the road.

Only —stri&is mire, if strike It must be. Whet time I forget thy dues are owed, 8efz« thorn mitldenly, thine so justly.

Death. that art lurking down the road. -P. Y. Black.

MAliK ANTONY'S WIDOW.

"Mark Antony's widow I" said Mrs. Melthorpe. sharply. "Again! Didn't I desire you to tell her yesterday, when she called, that I was particularly engaged?"

Hyacinth Melthorpe hesitated. She was a tall, angular girl of 15, with feet and hands pitifully in her way, and big, frightened eyes, like those of a hare disturbed in its woodland haunts. "Mamma," she ventured, "won't you see her? She is very pretty and young, and she looks so dreadfully tired," "No, I won't," said Mrs. Melthorpe, standing with a little Dresden statuette in her hand, and considering whether it had tetter be packed in a trunk or carried by han0, "I am going down to my brother-in-law Harper's, with Norine, and I have no time to spare for poor relations," "Oh, mamma, hush She will hear you!" "Let her hear me. The truth never yet did anybody any harm. Mark Anthony would marry her, in spite of all of uh, when he might have had Pru Uentia Goklilnnd, with her quarter of a million, for tlio asking," "Mamma, she is your brother's widow,"

Mrs. Melthorpe fixed upon her youngest born a Gorgon glance which nearly froze her to stone/ "Co silent, miss!" said she. "Is it for a slip of a thing like you to contradict mo and lay down the law? Tell Mark Antony's widow to go about her business!"

At this moment, however, Hyacinth was reinforced by a slight, fair haired little woman in a very plain black gown, who valiantly presented herself on the Kcono. "Do not blame Hyacinth, Mrs. Melthorpe," said she. "I called to see you because I have just returned from a visit?to Harper castle"

Mrs. Melthorpe stiffened visibly. Hyacinth looked appalled. Even Norine, the-beauty of the family, who lay like a ^»ultau% among...hoj^cushions and drank chocolate, rotised herself into something like attention, lifting her big, deerlike eye* to the blushing face of the newcomer. "She is pretty, in a wax doll sort of fashion," thought Norine, who herself was a sort of Junonian belle—large, languid and pink cheeked. "Yes," said Mrs. Melthorpe. "But if you will allow me to mention it, Mrs.

Mark Antony, it was hardly the thing for you to besiege my poor dear brother-in-law—even at his own house." "His wife was Mark Antony's sister." "Humph!" said Mm. Melthorpe. "If you expect, tnadame, to be adopted by all Mark Antony's relations, you will find yourself considerably mistaken. You are young, and perhaps inexperienced. Allow mo to warn you that too much pushing will not bo tolerated by the family."

Mrs. Mark Antony May wood colored to the very roots of her golden fringe of hair she would have spoken, but her «ister-in-law kept the (ioor, "If you will rend the newspapers," said she, "you will perceivo that there are plenty of situations as companions, stenographers, amanuenses, and so on, to be had." "But"——

Again Mrs. Melthorpe struck in: "Or I would recommend you to study telegraphy, or purchase a typewriter and practice diligently upon iL Anything would be preferable to becoming a burden u|*n your friends. Good mornit,gr

Mrs. Mark Antony withdrew silently. Norine Melthorpe tossed her head Hya* einth btrrst into tears. "Ooortey." cried Norine, "what are you sobbing about?" "Oh, it was too cruel," faltered Hyacinth. "You might at least have offered her a cup of your chocolate, Norine." "Nonsense," said Norine. "The woman has got to be taught to know her place! Let her go to work!" "But she never was brought up to do anything. 8he was rich when Uncle Mark Antony married her." pleaded Hyacinth. '\)he might have had a few thousand dollars nothing to what IYudeuUa Goldiland would have inherited but it is no fault of ours that Mark Antony gambled them all away. Her mother should have brought her up differently." "Mamma, it's just the way you hare educated Norine. She can't even sew on her own shoe buttons!" protested truthful Hyacinth. "How dam you argue with me, you impertinent minxf* retorted Mrs. Mel* thorpe, patting down the Dresden statuette and giving Hyacinth atmart box on the ear. "Go down stair* and help Bridget, at once and don't you ever dare again to dictate to meT

So the packing went on, for although Mm Meithrope had only written to her wealthy brother-in-law that abe would few weeks at HarpwrcasUe, with permisrioo, a* dear Norine's health

was delicate, and Hyacinth, sweet child, -was growing a great deal too fast, stall she hjid made up her mind to remain there permanently, when once she had obtained a footing. "And I wonder," thought indignant Hyacinth, "what mamma calls that but pushing."

The Melthorpes went down by train the next week but one, leaving the packing boxes on storage and taking only nine trunks. For Harper Castle waa not many miles from Saratoga, and Mrs. Melthorpe intended that "dear Norine" should have the benefit of the fashionable season. "Albert Harper is as rich as Croesus," thought the maneuvering mother, "and there's no reason that some of the money shouldn't be spent on his nieces!"

She had not seen much of the Harpers, of Harper Castle, of late years, because there bad been no very particular warmth of affection between herself and her sister. "If I had supposed," reasoned Mrs. Melthorpe, "that Artemis was going to marry rich, I should have treated her very differently those years that she lived at home with me. But Melthorpe said there was no reason sheabouldn't earn her living and save us tha extra expense of a lady's maid, and of course all that is a bygone now, and if we play our cards well we can have a home at Harper Castle for the rest of our lives

The elegant open landau with its deep bay horses glittering with gold plated harness, and its two coachmen in black livery, was waiting at the station. Norine entered it, more like royal Juno than ever. Mrs. Melthorpe bustled after her, and Hyacinth seated herself timidly at the back of the carriage. "This is something like," said Norine, languidly exultant. "Mamma, we've been grubs all our lives, now we are commencing to be butterflies. I must say, I like to feel my wings."

And Hyacinth was silent. Col. Harper met them at the door—a superb arched portal beneath a row of Corinthian columns. He was a handsome, middle aged gentleman, his hair just sprinkled with gray, his keen, dark eyes sparkling through eye glasses. Norine kissed him effusively. Mrs. Melthorpe squeezed his hand. Hyacinth shrank back, scarcely daring to appropriate any of the welcome to herself. "Pray walk in," said the colonel. "I •was just considering the propriety of writing to you when I received the letter announcing yonr Bpeedy visit." "My dear Albert! Of writing to us?" "Yes," said Col. Harper, ushering them into a stately drawing room. "I do not know that my affairs particularly affect the rest of the family, but I had decided to let you know of my second marriage."

Mrs. Melthrope gave a gasp. Norine looked appalled. No thunderbolt could havo taken them more by surpirise. "Artemis has been dead a year now," went on the colonel, in cool, business like accents. "The lady who has honored me by intrusting her future to ray care is a connection of this family. Evelyn, my dear," (beckoning to a slight figure which up to this time had lingered among the shadows of the bay window draperies), "I wish to introduce you to my late wife's sister and her daughters. Mrs. Melthrope—young ladies—this is Mrs. Harper." "Why!" cried out Hyacinth, in her impulsive fashion, "it is Uncle Mark Antony's widow!"

Mrs. Melthorpe had reddened as if boiling carmine paint had been poured through all her veins. Norine grasped at her lace neck frills as if she found difficulty in breathing. Mrs. Harper greeted them with a certain calm graciousness, like a queen receiving her subjects. "I tried to tell you about it that day in the city," said she. "I should have liked to ask yon to our quiet wedding but you declined to hear me out. You desired me to read the newspapers, or to buy a typewriter, or something of that kind. I could not get a chance to explain to you that Col. Harper waa a friend of mine in the old days before 1 married Mark Antony, and before he was betrothed to Miss Artemis Haywood."

Mrs. Melthorpe and Miss Norine returned to New York in the evening train. After all that waa come and gone they deemed it best speedily to retire from the field. But Mrs. Harper put in a plea for Hyacinth to remain at the castle. "She was theonly one whospoke kindly to me," said she. "Without intending to be an eavesdropper, I heard her begging for quarter for me. That it wac cavalierly refused was no fault of hers. You will stay with me, dear little Hyacinth?" "If mamma does not object," said Hyacinth, secretly wondering if the world was coming to an end. "Mamma" did not object in the least, it was something to have that tall, awkward school girl provided for, she thought. "But what Col. Harper could have seen to fancy in &ark Antony's widow," said she afterwards to Norine, "I can't imaginer

Perhaps all this was a lemon to Mrs. Melthorpe perhaps not. There are some people who will never learn much in the school of that grim old pedagogue, Experience!—Amy Randolph in New York Ledger.

Paying Tbtm Off.

Managing Editor—Did yon pay the artist who illustrated that great poem, "Christmas Chhxtea," oa your first page?

Secretary—Yee, sir. Sent him a check fi#«m "Good* How much did you pay the engraver?" "I sent him

Yes. Jb any money teftT "About seventeen cents,** "Very weft, Send it to the man whowrote the poem."—Philadelphia Record,

A KoAtmt D«i«iid. -t

Clerk—I want an increase of salary. Employer (wearily)—All right. Any* thing else?

Clerk—And I want to get off an hour earlier awry day, so I can spend it*— Puck.

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THE PANSY'S FATE.

l$f$&g§OiMe on a Piypr Close by

I a rime a pansy grew by a fanner's door

It drank t&e sunshine and the dew—What could it wish for more? V' The farmers' children at their play

Watched it with pleasure day by day.

V,-' "How beautiful and sweet!" they cried, "It Is oar guest, yoa see." 3ut to itself the pansy sighed: rt "I would moch rather he dweller in some mansion grand.

Store admiration Fd command."

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Sow so it happened. Fate decreed it should be plucked and soon

Within that mansion grand And guests in adtRlratKi riod— But ne'er the pansy once espied.

Too late this tittle flow'rec saw What foolish pride had done ,Oh! to be in the field once more.

And drink the dew and sun, Where e'en the childm i. day by day, Stopped and caresseJ it white at play!

Some lives just like this little plant, Because of humble spheres In which they dwell, are discontent,

And waste vain sighs and tears, Who, were (hey where they long to be, Would tind but pain and misery. —Philadelphia Times.

THE QUEEN WINS.

The Bastile had not yet fallen. The thoughtless youth of the French aristocracy still danced through the salons of the royal castles. Maurepas still reigned prime minister—that same friend of humanity. who made the compassionate decision concerning the people's welfare: "Why build hospitals? Can not the people die on the roads if they like?"

This evening Maurepas had the honor of being permitted to lead the beautiful Marie Antoinette to the card table, but, complaining of a severe headache as they passed through the salon, the good queen excused him from further attendance that the pain might not be increased. As he was hastening back through the ante-chamber to the dancing hall, where the king was taking his coffee, he perceived beneath the gobelin tapestry of the famous Louvois window a man in citizen's dress, who regarded him expectantly, and bowed iow before him. "It is all right, Dumonet," whispered the asthmatic old man. "This evening his majesty will taste of it." And he trilled out one of his hundred madrigals, which in truth, were tame enough, but which his flatterers found very witty. Iu the'royal apartment he saw just then Louis XVI take from a.sugar basin two delicately broken lumps of sugar and sweeten his coffee with them. As the king took a ufouthful of the coffee the ministerial friend of his people approached and asked respectfully "How does your majesty find the coffee this evening?" "As usual, excellent." "The best Mocha is always upon your majesty's table, but does the sugar sufficiently moderate the bitterness of the coffee?"

Louis XVI was sensitive to mockery and irony even to timidity -th^fgrej^e said inquiringly "What do you mean by that?"

Maurepas laughed. "Your majesty, permit me one question. How much, sire, do you think these two pieces of sugar cost?" The king looked uneasy. "Do you wish to test my mathematical ability?" Maurepaa continued to laugh. "Well, then, I will answer your problem Sugar costs the people about eighty cents a pound. If I reckon eighty pieces to the pound it makes one sou for each piece but since to me as king everything is quadrupled, I have this evening con sumed eight sous* worth of eugar." "This sugar is the gift of one of your subjects, who counts himself happy that it is considered worthy of a place on your majesty's table: therefore it costs you nothing, sire, but the giver values every piece at a full louis d'or." "You are beside yourself, M. de Maurepas. Eighty louis d'or for*a pound of sugar! At that rate I should be compelled to sell Rambouillet to supply my brother with sugar for a year, for you know be takes a handful to every cup. But explain to me your jest." "In a moment, your majesty." And he took the sugar basin and emptied the contents upon the marble table and counted the pieces. "Forty-three, with the ones used forty-five, worth 1,080 francs but look, your majesty, what dazzling whiteness, and how light it is, and how sweet, without any bitter aftertaste^ 'Come now," s&id Louis, interrupting his babble, "is sugar ever bitter?" '•And your majesty will never guess from what this sugar is made.5* ..

The king was not without some knowledge of chemistry, therefore answered hesitatingly: "Naturally from the sugar cane." "Pardon me, your majesty, it is beet root sn gar." "Beet root? What is beet root?"

The Duchess of Chartreuse, who was listening, drew near and said: "Beets, sire, are little red leaves, of which my servants make salad."

M. de Maurepas cut off her explanation with a malicious laugh. "Beets we edible roots, which people as well as cattle find palatable, aad now they have been found to yield sngar,"

Respeot kept the brilliant company out of hearing distance, and they watched eagerly the strange proceedings. All thU examining, weighing end counting of the sugar tossed up the court gossip among them like a bright soap bubble. Then it was whispered: "The king has been poisoned by a cup of coffee," "Heaven forbid! And we have drank the same coffcef* KWf" "No, not the coffee it was the sugar." "Some one go tell the queenf

So whispered, murmured and chattered the excluded circle. Marie Antoinette sat with the Itacbeas of Boligitae, her tenderly loving friend, at cards. "What aOs you, .Agatha?" asked she kindly, as the favorite sighed.

Agatha de Fblignac raised her rogofcfo

'THREE HAUTE S-ATURD^lY EVENING MATT,

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T« as in a mansion grand, Indeed, Where other flowYs did bloom— FTow'rs of such rare hue and grace, "The pansy felt quite oat of place.

Great velvet rosea, lilies fair 4tAd fiow'rs of eveiy land, Whose fragrance perfnissdaft toe itr

brown head and saidt saucily, "Three millions, my adored queenf "Sigh not, my angel I will beg Louis tQ grant them to you. We owe it to the great families."|||

The designing* princess lifted the queen's laoe sleeve to her red lips, whispered gratefully, "Oh, that I might be permitted to die for my beloved queen!" "live for me, you dear child, and, my word for it, I will provide the three millions faj^hict. yotl wiU be ?Ulmg to hve. M«.M turner ap and broke to them the dreadful tidings: "His majesty has been poisoned by H. de Maurepas with sugar."

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A moment later the queen, white to the very lips, stood beside her husband. "For heaven's sake, Louis," cried she, in her distress,unmindful of all ceremony. "What is the matter, my queen?" asked Louis, in the gentle way he had never abandoned toward his beloved wife. "What brought you to me? You are very pale He seized a glas3 of water, poured some of the newly discovered sugar in it and handed her the glass. "Drink. It is too warm in the salon, and the company is too exciting. This sugar water will refresh yon."

The queen cast a penetrating glance at Maurepas, who now fully understood what he had only half heard. With a quick movement he took the glass from the king's hand and drained it at a draught.

Red with anger, the king demanded an explanation of this insolence, but Marie Antoinette offered the minister her hand and was about to explain to the king, when suddenly the broad leaves of the great door flew open and the palace guard led in a man quite up to the feet of the king. The terrified appearance of the prisoner, his coarse coat, tho brown waistcoat and pantaloons, the broad, clumsy shoes with leaden buckles, contrasted strangely with the gay silken attire, the gilded hangings, the laces and diamonds of the surroundings. "What does this mean?" asked the king, astonished. "Permit me, your majesty, to bring this man before you who understands how to make sugar out of vegetables. Dumonet is trying to ruin our colonies and make them useless to us. This is the discoverer of beet sugar." "Discoverer? No, that honor does not belong //O me," exclaimed the Chemist Dumonet. "It was a learned major, Serre, who, during the regency, deceived by the beautiful red color the beet gives out in cooking, fancied he could make red wine out of it. Instead of the desired wine he found the bottom of his retort covered with Hnr nugar. At that time France was rich iu colonies on the Mississippi, therefore no one paid any heed to the discovery. Nor was it fully developed. I learned abroad, in Prussia, new improvements, expended my small possessions to test it, and I hope I have succeeded." "It is not a poison, then?" cried Marie Antoinette, meaningly. The king for the first time understood what had preceded, and discovered alao that the chemist was bound, At a sign the bond was cut and the guard-left the room without Dumonet.

Meanwhile the queen bravely took a piece of sugar in her lovely mouth. That was the signal for the young courtiers to rush upon the before distrusted sugar, vying with each other to exhibit their courage, their devotion, through this harmless poison. "Gently, my ladies, my lords!" cried Maurepas "every little piece of that sugar cost a golden louis." ., "But the sugar is not one bit better than our ordinary sugar,'* remonstrated the queen, "and it is only a curiosity leading to ruin." «\?j.

Dumonet dropped on one knee. "Your majesty is in a measure correct. Experimenting in a small way, at the same expense as a great trade, naturally makes this sample excessively dear but if your majesty will advance me two millions for the development of larger facilities for the manufacture, I shall be able to furnish a pound of sugar for ten sous instead of four francs."

The king recoiled involuntarily, and Marie Antoinette grasped her famous necklace, which bad cost two millions, as if the plain man before her had been a robber. Her disapproving glance gave direction to the king's answer. "Dr. Dumonet, I honor enterprise accept this snuff box as a recognition of it But two millions the state cannpt possibly lend you. That is too much money for the exhausted exchequer."

Dumonet received the gift respectfully. -Sire, sooner or later my enterprise will find the money."

The whole, shallow, subservient swarms of courtierlings cried out an excited echo to the royal words: "Two millions for sugar! Two millions! The man should be in a mad house! How can any one be so shameless? Just as if it were not all the same whether one pays ten sous or four francs for a pound of sugar. And if any can't pay it let him take his food unsweetened. What has the government to do with that?"

And so Dumonet was dismissed. He bad only needed a million the second was the price demanded by the minister for the introduction. This evening Maurepas composed the only good verse of his life, which, translated, runs somewhat thus:

Although his life to sweeten Is *0 oh nmtf caw, Two mflUoa franca for sugar

The king flnds rather dear.

The furor which his wit created at the court consoled him somewhat for the lost million, and was it not all the same whether at his death there should be a deficit of one paltry million more or less? He left, in fact, around ten millkms in debts. It was a noble sum nine would not have sounded so impressive,

Dumonet migrated to Belgium, where he found more appreciation, and lived safe and respected while the revolution storm swept over his unhappy fatherland. ••Who kMBghs kut,"*ete. "And my queen would have died with mcf* asked Lcxtis,a* heacoomn«nied her to their chamber that night. She waa so beaotifnJ, dainty in her wonderful eyes bearoed the reflection ot loving teats. The next morning the king granted 3,500,000 oat of the state coffers to the 'unfortunate" Dncheas of Poiigaac.--Translated from the French for The S Pu!Hote

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tr«Q the ItnALLRlM (40 III tin Beans to the bottle). THKV ARB TUB Mn'4T CONVENIENT. •ultAbl* tor «i' I Af«». Price of either site. 8(lo. per Motile.

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