Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 21, Number 31, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 24 January 1891 — Page 7
THE SONG OF THE MARKET PLACE.
Gay was the throng that po*red through the struts of the old French town The walls with bunting streamed, and the flags tossed up and down. "Vive
I'rol!
Vive
I'roi:"' the shout of the people
rent the air,
And the cannon shook and roared, and the beU» were all ablare
But, crouched by St. Peter's fount, a beggar with her child. Weary and faint and starred, with eyes that were sad and wild, Gazed on the passing crowd, and cried as it went and came— "Alms, for the love of God: Pity in Jesu's namef
Few were the coins that fell in the little cup sbe bore, But she looked at her starring babe
cradle
song. that fell from his mother's
niotii.ii
And the din bushed in the square, and tho people .totxl a.i mutf! As the IxvtKts in the Tiiracian wool when Orpheus touched his lute.
The melting tenor ceased, and a sob from the lisi'nera came. "Mario'" cried a voice, and the throng caught up the name. "Mario!" and the coins rained like a 'shower of
KOld,
rill the singer's hat o'erflowed like Midas" chests of old.
~8isti-r," he said, and turned to the beggar crouching there, "Take It the gold is thine Jeau bath heard thy prayer"— Then kissed tho white faced child, and smiling went Ins way, Gladdened with kindly thoughts and the joy of holiday.
That night, when the footlights shone on the famous tenor'n face. arwi he bowed to the splendid throng with his wonted princely grace, CJheer after cheer went up, and stormed at with flowers. I: •::ood •Like a dark and nolil. pine, when the blossoms blow through the wood.
Wilder the tumult grew, till out of his fine despalr Who thought of tho beggar rose, and the song he 7 had sung in tho square. Balsing his hand ho smiled, and a silence filled the place, While ho sang that simple air, with the lovo light on his face.
Wet were the singer's cheeks when the last note died awayBrightest
of
all his bays, tho wreath that he won that day! Bung for the lovo of God, sung for sweet pity's sake, Song of the market place, tribute of laurel take —James Buck ham.
DER ALTE CHAPERON.
Thi-y nil thought ho was a fool but then they often make mistakes like that. Kangaroos can't jump like women when tho women are jumping at conclusions. Yon see, tho trouble was that Collis Bcattie—Colllo they called him when they wanted to bo fnnny—did not have much to say. He ttsed to lie about the hotel veranda in a big steamer chair and read novels. He woro a yachting suit and cap and a silk shirt. He did not look a bit salt, bocause the skin of his faco was as white and as smooth as a baby's. Bo they laughed at him for wearing a yachting suit. All the other follows woro them, because it was a yachting prn upon the sound, and pretty uiuch every ono went in for sailing, which was about all there was to do at tho place. Collie went sailing once or twice when some generous fellow took ity on him and invited him. Then the itomen laughed at him more, and in strange Gentian called him Der Alte
Chaperon—the Old Chaperon—because ho alwa3's went down into the cabin, stretched himself on a locker and fell asleep. They said ho was afraid the apray would spoil his complexion.
Collie didn't seem to know that he was being laughed at. If he did know it he did not mind it. He never said anything, but went on reading novels, German novels, too and ho read them In the original. It was most exasperating. What business had a man at a gay, ictive summer resort to wear nautical toggery, have a skin like a queen's baby and road German novels? Once some one said to him: "Come ami play a game of billiards." "Thank you," he replied, "it's a little too much for me you know."
Ho certainly was a fool—and a lazy one, too. They tried him on several tilings, but he lay iu the steamer chair and read Gentian. And there were at least six beautiful girls in tho hotel. And every one of them had been piqued into trying to interest him. But he just staid in the steamer chair ami read German. or went to sleep in the cabin of the yacht.
He didn't get seasick. They remembered that after he was gone, as one of his good qualities. They had him out one day when it blew fresh and there litais a lively sea on, but lie went to sleep /like a rooked infant. He certainly was the most torpid man that ever lived. "Never mind," said Mrs. Bisbee one morning, "Miss Silvers is coming here next week. Perhaps shell wako him up." "You don't mean Matfci© Silvers, do you?" exclaimed Gertie Greer. "Yes, I do," "Oh, dear!"
And Gertie's mouth wont down at the comers. "What's tho matter with MattteSOrere?" inquired Ethel Brisket. "Oh. nothing," answered Gertie, dejectedly "only I was at a place where the was once." "Well, what of it?* doasjmded Sybil Vane, that tall, white girl,
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"Aims, for the lovo of God: Mother of Jcsti, hear:" The steeples shook with bell*, and the prayer was drowned in a cheer.
Butttee! through tho thoujjbtlew crowd cornea ono with a regal face. He catches the beggar's prayer, and turns with a gentle grace: "Alms thou shalt have, poor soul '.—Alas, not a sou to share! But stay and he doffs hla hat and stands in the crowded square.
Then from his heart be sang a little song of the south. Afar o(T
remem
ber. "Well," sighed Gertie, "every man in the house dropped right down at her feet" "Oli, my! is she to Tory wonderfuD" uked Ethel. "Oh, nothing much," replied Gertie "just the most beautiful woman I ever
saw, Mid with two little millions in her own right." There was a painful silence and all the young women looked glum. Gertie was not a girl to be sneezed at, and she used her mirror. Her dejection was ominous. The girls gazed anxiously at Mrs. Bisbee. "I don't want to be disagreeable," she said smoothly, "but I'm afraid it's true. "What's her style?' asked Sybil. "Brown," replied Mrs. Bisbee, sententiously. "Brown?" "Yes burnt sienna. Burnt sienna hair and eyes, dusky pink cheeks, dusky crimson lips, silk plush complexion—all cream and coax—and two millions from her uncle," said Harold Beaver, who had just come up.
There was a general biting of lips. "Haven't seen her for three years," he continued, "and" "Ah! Perhaps she has faded!" exclaimed Ethel. "The dusky browns don't fade much," said Harold. "No," said Mrs. Bisbee. "I saw her in a box at the Metropolitan last winter, and she was radiant." "Why, she doesn't belong in New York," Sybil said. "No, Baltimore," responded Harold. "1 don't see what she wants to come ft way up here for," grumbled Ethel spitefully. "What's the matter with Chesapeake bay?" "Well, she's coming next week," said Mrs. Bisbee, moving away with Harold. "I had a letter from her mother today." "I hope she'll like him," said Ethel, looking scornfully at Collie in his steamer chair. "That will not do any good," answered Gertie "the other men will all like her." "Of course," said Sybil "we're not worth two millions, any of us." "And we're not dusky browns," snapped Ethel, caressing astray raven lock 'all cream and coax.' Humph!" "But she's a lovely girl," sighed Gertie "or she was two years ago. I haven't met her since then. I was at Cape May. You can't help liking her." "Oh, yes, I can, and I will," decided Ethel- as they rose to go down to the water.
The day before this paragon of heireases was expected Phil Partridge invited all hands to go sailing on his sloop And then he got a telegram which com pel led him to go to the city. But he in sisted on their going sailing just the same. His sailing master would take them, and they could invite Der Alte Chaperon to go along as his substitute. That made them laugh. But they got Collie out of his steamer chair and took him along just the same. Of course, he went right down into the cabin and prepared to go to sleep. "Bless my soul!" exclaimed Mrs. Bisbee, "that's a little too bad. The only man in the party. I wouldn't stand it, girls." "Man!" exclaimed Ethel. "Call that pudding faced gelatine a man! Lord forgive us." "Oh, I say, Ethel," remonstrated Gertie, "you ought not to talk like that "Don't say 'ought' to me. I'm tarea of doing what I ought to do."
Ethel was 26 and her skin was growing yellow under her eyes, \"Go down into the cabin and keep Der Alte Chaperon awake," suggested Sybil. "Do it yourself." "Not such a bad idea," said Sybil, slipping down the companion way.
Collio Beattie was not asleep yet. He sat up and stared as the tall, white girl eamo below. "Awfully good of you, you know," he murmured. "Oh, it's not so very good: but what do yon mean?" "I mean your coming down here to keep me awake."
Sybil turned just a trifle pink under the ears. Had he been listening to their conversation on deck? It must have edified him, she thought. "I came down to keep myself awake," she said hastily, and then added, inconsistently, "Why don't you go on deck and enjoy the breeze?" "Because I can't enjoy the breeze," he answered. "It's too strong for you, 1 suppose," said Sybil, with a touch of scorn. "Yes, much too strong." "Makes you chilly." "Yes, makes me chilly." "Might spoil your complexion." "My what?" "Your complexion." "Didn't know I had any." "You're as white and pink as a baby." "That's true, but I don't think that's much of a complexion for a man, you know." "Neither do I should think you'd get a little sunburn on you just from shame."
Collie laughed. He seemed to be immensely amused. He had a funny way of being amused at things that didnt amuse other people. It was jolly for him, but it made the other people angry. "If you're going to laugh at my conversation I'm going back to the—the girls," exclaimed Sybil, springing up the steps.
Collie laughed some more. Then he stretched himself on the cabin locker and laughed again. Next he closed his eyes and smiled. A minute later he was sound asleep. All the women came down and looked at him half an hour later. He didn't seem much to look at. He had deep lines under his eyes when he slept, and a worn appearance. Yet they all looked at him and despised him. He just slept on and didn't mind it. "Valuable person to have on a yachting excursion, isn't he?" whispered Ethel, with a genuine growl in her pretty voice. "If I had a thing like that for a husband Td—but I'd never have one." -Let's go on deck. I believe it's fallen dead calm," said Mr.v Bisbee.
So it had. The Clover's mast was plumb perpendicular. So were her mainBail and her jib. The water looked like molasses. And it was seething hot The skipper said there was going to be a •quail, and seat the one sailor, a boy, aloft to furl the topsail. The skipper was right There was going to be a
4
»qua3IL Big blue black clouds were idling up in the northwest. Lightning played around their lower edges. The skipper said it would not be a bad squall. The Clover would stand it under jib and rriainRa.fi. It came along in a few minutes. You could see it strike the water over near the Connecticut shore. It marly the surface six shades darker. The girls had their rubber goods on, but the skipper said it would not rain. However, they had heard skippers say that before. The squaU%M|tepm^^?o|CT the sound.
Then, they never knew how it happened, but the boom gave a terrific jump right across the yacht. It hit the skipper on the head and knocked him senseless. The next moment he was halfway over the lee rail with seven shrieking women pulling at him. The yacht was pretty nearly on her beam ends and the sailor boy was paralyzed.
Then Collie Beattie walked up out of the cabin rubbing his eyes. "Did some one scream?" he asked. "Oh, look at that useless thing!"cried Eth°l, tugging at the leg of the skipper's trousers.
Whereupon Collie woke up.' He brushed the women aside like so many flies and pulled the skipper into the cockpit. Then he let go the jib sheet, and the yacht righted partly. "Here, my lad," he called to the boy, "take the wheel." The boy obeyed, and Collie pulled off his coat. There was a red spot in each of his cheeks. "What's he going to do?' inquired Gertie, awestruck. "Lord knows I'm glad to see him do anything," said Etljel. "Hard down upon your helm!" exclaimed Der Alte Chaperon. "Mrs. Bisbee, you and Miss Sybil please hold the wheel there a minute. Now, lad, main sheet in with it!"
Collie and the boy got the main boom trimmed flat as the yacht came up into the wind. The jib flapped madly. "Right your helml" cried Collie. "The boy obeyed the order. "Keep your head to it," was his next order.
Then Collie sprang forward and slacked the jib halyards, unbent the sheet, slid out on the bowsprit, which was plunging into the young seas like a crazy porpoise, reefed the jib, came Hack, bent pn the sheet and hoisted away again, hile the women huddled in the cockpit petrified mummies. "Now let her blow," said Collie as he went aft, put on his coat and took the wheel. "Get the captain below," said he to the boy, "and give him a good horn of brandy. He's coming to."
The boy dragged the skipper downstairs, the women all following in silence to see if they could do anything. Sybil Vane asked tho boy when they were below whether he hadn't better go up and) sail the yacht. "Guess not," said the boy. "That feller don't need no help! I can see that without a telenscup."
The boy's judgment appeared to be right. It was blowing great guns. But the Clover was riding like a canvasback duck. Collie looked very composed at the wheel. The girl stared up the companionway at him. He seemed to beenjoying it. The captain recovered hissenses presently and hurried on deck. "Go below and lie down, captain," said Collie "your head must be rattling like a locker of shot in a gale."
The captain looked surprised. "Who reefed the jib?" he asked. "I did." said Collie, humoring her neatly with the helm.
The captain watched him do it. Then he went below and stretched himself on Collie's favorite locker. "That man's the best amateur sailor I ever saw," he said.
The women looked at one another anu heaved long sighs of relief. "That useless thing appears to be some good after all," said Mrs. Bisbee to Ethel. "Hum!" said Ethel.
Collie sailed the Clover back to her anchorage off the hotel after the squall. They all went ashore and he immediately retired to his room and was seen no more until the next day. About noon he was discovered in the steamer chair with an unusually formidable Gerrnau novel. They surrounded him and began to thaiik him for bringing them in safely. He didn't seem to pay much attention to them. Just kept listening for something down the road. Presently the hotel stage came rattling up from the station. "Here she is," said Mrs. Bisbee, beckoning the girls. And they all deserted their preserver to see the beautiful heiress. She was beautiful. There was no mistaking that. The girls groaned inwardly. She came airily up the steps, her brown eyes aflame with expectation. She caught sight of Der Alte Chaperon lying in his steamer chair. She ran right to him, threw both arms about his neck and publicly kissed him on the lips. "Collie dear!" she said passionately. "But, dear old fellow, you look real done up, and 1 expected to find you so much better."
Better? He must have been sick, then, when he came down. "Well, sweetheart," he replied, laughing, "I have been mending slowly but surely till yesterday, when I had to do a little work aboard a boat and" "Aboard a boat! Now, dear, yon know the doctor said yon were not to exert yourself, and when yon sail a boat you always" "But we got caught in a squall and the captain—well, perhaps these young ladies will explain. Let me introduce yon all to my fiancee."
And then the whole crew of them figuratively got right down on their knees and worshiped Der Alte Chaperon.
It isn't much of a story, is it? But then it has a moraL Tv-r, raaybe.— W. J. Henderson in New Yrrk Times.,
Dr. Koch was until ten years ago an obscure country physician. His practice and his reputation did not extend beyond the limits of the Httle town of Woobtein. a place so small and unixapocrtsc.it that it is only with much difScalty it ran be tornid upon the nap.
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Made Gentle Unconsciously.
Hie authors of "Blessed Be Drudgery and Other Papers" relate a touching little story of how sympathy and affection sprang up in an unexpected place.
A workman in a pottery factory had one sntoll invalid child at home. He wrought at his trade with exemplary fidelity, being always in the shop with the opening of the day. Every night he carried to the bedside of his "wee lad," as he called him, a flower, a bit of ribbon or a fragment of crimson glass, something that would lie out on the white counterpane and give color to the room.
He was a quiet, unsentimental man, and said nothing to any one about his affection for his boy. He simply went on loving him, and soon the whole shop was brought into half conscious fellowship with him.
The workmen made curious little jars and cups, and painted diminutive pictures upon their sides before they stuck them in the corners of the kiln at burning time. One brought scone fruit and another a few engravings in a rude scrapbook. Not one of them whispered a word this solemn thing was not to be talked about. They put the gifts in the old man's hat, where he found them he understood all about it. Little by little all the men, of rather coarse fiber by nature, grew gentle and kind, and some dropped swearing as the weary look on their patient fellow worker's face told them beyond mistake that the inevitable shadow was drawing nearer. Every day some one did a piece of work for him and put it on the sanded bank to dry, so that he might come later and go earlier. So when the bell tolled and the little coffin came out of the lonely door, a hundred stalwart workingmen from the pottery, all in their clean clothes, stood just round the corner. Most of them had given a half day's time for the privilege of following to the grave that small burden of a child, though probably no^pne of them had ever seen him
Possibilities of Journalism.
Senator William Maxwell Evarts, of New York, says: When I graduated from Yale in the famous class of 1837, in which were Samuel J. Tilden, Edwards Pierrepont, the late Chief Justice Waite and Professor Benjamin Silttxn&n, the most noted of that noted family, the choice of professions was exceedingly limited as compared with that of today. I naturally commenced to canvass the profession I was to. follow. Journalism was not then considered the profession it now is, and had no attractions forme. The ministry was a leading profession then as now, but it was attracting to its ranks some of the most brilliant minds of the country, and besides, I was not of a ministerial frame of mind. Medicine was such a grewsome business that I could not bring myself to consider it seriously as a life vocation, although it promised wealth and honors.
I was very favorably impressed with the life of a farmer. In fact, throughout all my life I have had a passion for farmiug, and I now own two large farms —ono in Vermont of 1,000 acres, and one in Maryland, on the Potomac, of about the same number of acres. But when at the ti&(e4<£peak of I attempted to lift a barrel of apples into a wagon as a test of my physical strength, and found that I was not equal to the task, I turned my attention to the law, which I have followed for over fifty years with more or less success. I think now that if I were standing where I was fifty-three years ago, and journalism was what it now is, that I should choose as the business of my life that of a journalist. I can see in it greater possibilities than are embraced in other professions.—Washington Cor. St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
Easily Answered.
Little Marjorie has an inquiring mind. She is pursuing her education according to the Socratic method—of question and answer—and keeps the older members of the family pretty well employed. "Oh, papa!" she cried, running after that busy man, as he was just starting for his office, "wait just a minute, please I have two very important questions I want to ask you." "I can't stop now, Marjorie," said her father 'Tm in a great htury this morning." "It won't take you but just a minute to answer them, papa," pleaded Marjorie, "foryou always know about everything." "'Well, •Miat are they?" asked papa, not quite proof against this flattery, though his hand was on the doorknob. "I knew you'd wait," said Marjorie, in triumph "and all I want you to tell me is, how they make condensed milk, and who were Abraham's forefathers, please?" "Ask your mamma, Marjorie," said her father, as he fled from the house.— Youth's Companion.,
New Hazard In Chemical Manufacture.
Attention has been drawn to the danger of fire in the use of chlorate of potash, sugar and muriate of ammonia in the manufacture of tablets. While it is generally known that chlorate of potash, together with organic matter, forms a powerful explosive, it should be understood that under certain conditions it is an agent i*i producing fire without an explosion.
Sugar alone requires a temperature of 600 degs. Fahrenheit, and if an accumulation of dust or particles of the two ingredients named should form a mixture on the steam pipes of a factory a fire might be caused. It is therefore urged that tho manufacture of the chlorate of potash and muriate of ammonia tablets shall be restricted or prohibited as being dangerous to the welfare of the community.—New York Commercial Adver-
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Time 27 hours. Solid trains and through Sleepers without change for any class of passengers. The Short Lino between Cincinnati ana
Lexington, Ky., time, 2% hours KnoxviUe, Tenn., time, 12 hours Ashville, N. C.j time, 17 hours Chattanooga, Tenn., time, 11 hours Atlanta, Ga., time, 15 hours: Birmingham, Ala., time 16 hours. Three Express Trains Pullman
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Boudoir Sleeping Cars. Trains leave Central Union Depot, Cincinnati crossing the Famous High Bridge of Kentucky and rounding the base of lx»ko0t Mountain.
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