Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 27, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 January 1897 — Page 2

WERE I BUT HIS WIFE,

Were I bat his own wife, to guard and to guide him, 'Tin little of sorrow should fall on my dear. Pd ohant him my low love verses, stealing beside him,

So faint and so tender his heart would but hear. Td poll the wild blossoms from valley and highland,

And there at his feet woold I lay them all down. rd sing him the song of oar poor stricken i» land

Till his heart was on flre with love like my own.

There's a rose by his dwelling. I'd tend the lone treasure, That he might have flowers when the summer would come. There's a harp in his hall. I woold wake its sweet measure,

For be must have music to brighten his home. Were I but his own wife to guide and to guard him, 'Tis little of sorrow should fall on my dear, For every kind glanoe my whole life would award him.

In sickness I'd soothe and in sadness I'd cha^r.

heart is a fount welling upward forever. When I think of my true love by night or by day, That heart keeps its faith like a fast flowing river

Which gushes forever and sings on its way. have thoughts fall of peace for his soul torepose in, Were I but his own wife to win and to woo, Oh, sweet, if the night of misfortune were closing,

To rise like the morning star, darling, foi you. —Mary Downing in Minneapolis Journal.

"BUSINESS."

Mr. Percival Houghton was standing near the door in tho Paultous' drawing room.

Houghton was not a very popular member of his set on account of a perilous faculty he had of avoiding all sooktl functions. He was to be found at the Paultons' today—well, if the mat ter were probed to tho bottom, principally because he was an old friend of tho family and Jack Paul ton had reminded him ho must not send a refusal at the peril of a serious breach in their friendship.

Some one plucked his sleeve. It was his hostess. "You remind me very much," said Mrs. Paulton, "of a statue I once saw of Achilles, I think it was. Why this heroic abstractodnoHS?"

Houghton had not yet spoken of his embarrassment when she put an end to it prettily, sparing him the additional confusion of an explanation. "Come, let us descend to things more substantial than dead heroes, if not less poetical. I have a pleasant surprise in store for you.'' "Indeed!"

Yes. Let me fetch you to an old friend just returned from over tho sea— Miss Alice Coates."

She conducted him to the damsel in question and loft them together. "I'm heartily glad to see you again, Miss Coates," said Houghton, a trifle awkwardly. "You may call me Alice, as you did before I went abroad," sayl the girl with whom Mrs, Paulton had left him, and then mischievously, 'though I am quite grown up now, you see." "Dear me, yes quite grown up. Dc you remember our chats, when we used to poke fun at the courtly old dames at your mother's 'at homes?' I have never found congenial company since you went abroad, and I havo gone out of society entirely—beoomo a kind of commercial anchorite." "How fortunate you are. But then you never really cared for society, did you?" "No, indeed, nor did you. Aro your ideas unchanged, Alice?" "Well, in a way. I still think, as you used to say, the world would be bettor off if it did not trifle with precious time. Yet—and I know you will pardon me— I am surprised to find you single. Is it possible there has been no one charming enough to break through tho pessimistic ice of your iialure?" "No one, indeed. But though I will not be so vain as to say it is entirely, yet I will be bold enough to say to my old confidant it has been largely due to the fact that I have not had the time to devote to lovemaking. And, you know, it takes a great deal of gadding about before a man may oven evidence his affections slightly. "That's very true." ^'Now, don't you think yourself that the conventional wooing is a very lamentable sacrifice of time?" "If the woman in mo decides, no but if I persevere along strictly common •ense lines, perhaps yes. "Ho\\ charming you are! Jove! You have not changed a jot, Alice, since your hair has been turned up and you have donned the harness of social slavery. But, to continue our subject, I honestly think this business of love and marriage might be expedited, for instances in the commercial way. A man oomes into my offloe with a proposition that is almost as important to me as a marriage, for it affects my life's affairs wry radically. He wants an answer that 8ame day—immediately, if possible. True, I take, say, half an hour or an hour to turn the matter over in my mind and view it in every light As a rule, in that length of time I have oome to a satisfactory conclusion. Now, if I oould find a woman to whom I might say: 'Here, let us expedite matters. Let us get this preliminary business of lovemaking over immediately and oome to the point without further ado'— Of oourse it should be some one with whom one is rather well acquainted, as, for instance, you and I"— "Mr. Houghton!" "There, there yon see heresy will crop out even in an old adherent Let me oontiaue. I take out my watch this way and say: "It is just 10 o'clock now, Alice. I love you very dearly. Will you marry me tomorrow?'" "How charmingly ridiculous." "That's right So it is, perhaps, ridiculous, and I shall have to turn in again on my poor, old lonely soul—-no one understands." "But, my dear friend, am I to believe

your peculiar theories carry you seriously so far as that?" "I am profoundly in earnest My affairs of business are so absorbing that I candidly can give no time to lovemaking." "Then you deserve never to get a wife, if you cannot sacrifice your business for her. Why, lovemaking is the best part of a woman's life." "Ah, well! I had expected to find in you, if not a firm believer in my theories, at least a strong sympathizer. That settles it You are the last straw. I shall never marry."

Alice, of course, might have turned the conversation, into other channels, but somehow she did not feel that she wanted to do so. "Well, supposing, Mr. Houghton," she began, after a pause, "I should say in the rustic fashion: 'I love you also very dearly. I am willing?'

Though she tried to say this with admirable simplicity her face flushed in spite of her.

Houghton noticed the blush, and straightway became himself excited, yet without betraying it "Good," said he. "I should say: 'And now, if you will excuse me, I shall speak with your father. He is here, I understand?'

Then, taking out his watch, "It is now 15 minutes to 10. Where's your father?" "I think he is"— and never, until her dying day, will she understand how these words escaped her with such perfeot inconsequence—"I think he is in the library with Mr. Paulton."

Houghton arose, and, putting the watch back into his pocket, made as to go away.

Miss Coates caught his sleeve. She was trembling, and the smiles had died out of her face. Said she: "Oh, Percy! —I mean Mr. Houghton—don't be so foolish. He will think you are insane."

He drew the sleeve away gently. "Be careful, Alice," said he. "We are attracting attention. Don't make a scene."

The next moment he was gone, and in a daze of excitement and confusion Alice hurried to the conservatory and dashed in among the palms.

When Houghton walked into the library, he found Alioe's father and Jack Paulton smoking and chatting ly"Major Coates, I have just proposed to your daughter, and she has accepted me. Are you willing we should be married tomorrow?"

Tho cigar fell from the lips of the major, and ho looked in blank amazement, first upon his interrogator and thon upon Paulton, with a slight questioning aspect in the last glance. Paulton buret out laughing, and the major turned again to Houghton helplessly and said: "Percy, my boy, have you lost your senses?" "True," the other answered, drawing a chair up to the table, "this requires some explanation. Doesn't it?"

Then he told them of the conversation between himself and Alice as well as explaining incidentally many of his views of life which bore directly and some even which had no bearing at all upon the subject at present of vital interest. "But Alice?" said the major. "I cannot bolievo she is a party to suoh wild plans." "Oh, yes, I know she will be agreeable," answered Houghton. "She has said so." "Yet I am sure she will have changed her mind by this time. She has had time to think it over collectedly. I'll go and ask her." "No," put in Paulton, rising. "Let me do that for you." "I'll give you just three minutes, Jack," said Houghton.—London Sun.

Costly Bottle of Champagne.

Some years ago Mr. Qladstone had meta possiblo claimant for a civil list pension whom he believed to be in sufficiently poor circumstances and had almost decided to grant it when ho received an invitation to dinner with the person in question. This raised some doubt in his mind. On the one hand, should a oivil list pensioner be able to afford to entertain? On the other hand, it might only be a dinner of herbs, and it seemed hard to deprive a publio benefactor of a pension because he was ready to share his crust and water. Knowing that in any case there would be a feast of reason and a flow of soul, Mr. Qladstone accepted the invitation, and on the way propounded to his companion the following test: "No champagne, pension champagne, no pension." There was champagne, and the host lost his pension. It was the dearest bottle of wine on record, for it cost the purchqper £100 a year."—London News.

Prentiss and His Wit

Sargent S. Prentiss was a great lawyer and an eloquent orator as well as a humorist, but his humor, though at times excessive, never obscured his oratory or weakened his argument

He was once engaged in a political discussion on "the stump" with a gentleman who was wordy, dull and spoke "against time" so that Prentiss might speak at a disadvantage. It was nearly dark when Prentiss rose, and the same moment a jackass in a neighboring pound began braying and kept it up until Prentiss' friends were annoyed auo his opponents delighted. When the jackass stopped, Prentiss, casting a comical look at his unfair antagonist, said: "I did not come here today to reply to two equally eloquent speeches." Then he sat down, and his friends carried him from tho stand in their arme. —Youth's Companion.

Wanted to De Like George.

Willie Littleboy—I wish I had been George Washington. Papa—Why, my sou?

Willie—Why, papa, he couldn't tell a lie, and so wheii he was visiting and was asked if he would like another piece of cake, instead of saying "no" just for the sake of being polite he told the truth and said "yes."—Exchange.

'%£~4 Entertained the Motion.

In one of the townships near the people once elected as justice o: peace a man known for his strict oation of parliamentary rules to e1 thing possible. Among his first was one of trifling importance, sault. Epler and Delew, two Ch lawyers who knew the justice's pe arity, represented the defendant a: man of the name of Smith the pr tion. Both sides announced they wf ready for trial. Just as the court about to proceed Mr. Epler arose and said, "If your honor please, I move that this case be dismissed." "I second the motion," quickly put in Mr. Delew. "It is moved and seconded that the case be dismissed," was put by the court "But your honor," quiokly interrupted Mr. Smith, with great surprise at such procedure. "Mr. Smith, this court has presided over meetings before and is thoroughly familiar with parliamentary procedure. It needs no assistance from you in this matter." "But, your honor"— "I shall fine you for contempt, Mr. Smith, if you continue to disturb this court" The court then put the question again, adding, "All in favor of the motion will rise." Epler and Delew and the prisoner arose. "Those opposed will rise." Smith and the prosecutor arose. "The motion is carried by a vote of three to two, and the case is dismissed," declared the justioe.—San Franoisoo Argonaut.

What a "Wed" Means.

Among the Anglo-Saxons the bridegroom gave a pledge or "wed" at the betrothal ceremony. This "wed" included a ring, which was plaoed on the maiden's right hand, where it remained until, at the marriage, it was transferred to the left. English women at one time wore the wedding ring on the thumb. Many portraits of ladies in Queen Elizabeth's days are so depicted. In the reign of George HI brides usually removed the ring from its proper abiding place to the thumb as soon as the ceremony was over. In Spain the gift of a ring is looked upon as a promise of marriage and is considered sufScient proof for a maiden to claim her husband. It is a custom to pass little pieces of bride's cake through the wedding ring, and those to whom these pieces are given place them under their pillows at night to dream of their lovers. These "dreamers," as they are called, should be drawn nine times through the ring. Many brides, however, are so superstitious that neither for that purpose nor at any othe- time will they take the ring off their finger after it has once been placed there.—Philadelphia Times.

Each Man's Share of the Globe.

There is ro immediate prospect that the landed surface of the globe will be divided up and allotted in equal shares to each of its human inhabitants, but if such a time ever does come it will be found that each will get a little truck farm of 23 acres. The landed surface of the globe contains, as near as it is possible for the geographers to ascertain, 88,600,000,000 acres, which, divided among the 1,500,000,000 inhabitants which the world contains, according to the latest official estimates, would give each of them a tract of land of the area mentioned above.

Taking the entire population of the world into consideration there are almost exactly 28 inhabitants to each square mile. The following figures showing the number of persons, omitting fractions, to a square mile in the several divisions of the globe are from the best authorities on human family statistics: Europe, 88 Asia, 46 Africa, 18 North America, 9 South America, 4 Oceanioa and the polar regions, 2.— St Louis Republio.

His Middle Name.

Oassius Marcel 1 us Loom is of Chicago tells the Chicago Tribune how he found out what his middle name and that of Cassius M. Clay was. At his birth he was named Cassius M., after Clay. "But," he says, "no one thought to inquire what the letter stood for in the name. Time ran on for some 88 years, when the newly born, having inherited an inquisitive turn of mind, wrote Mr. Clay for tho desired information. Mr. Clay responded, sending his namesake a photograph of himself and a friendly note, in which, instead of stating direotly what his middle name was, he quoted two lines from Pope's 'Essay on Man:' "And more pure Joy Marcellus exiled feels

Than Caesar with a senate at his heels. and added, 'You will find your name in the above oouplet'

A Yale Prank.

The Hartford Courant tells a story of Yale in the old days. The boys used to bribe the printers' "devils" to get proofs of the examination papers for them. When the college authorities put a stop to this practice, a bright idea seized one fellow, and he Baved the whole suffering party. He hired one of the printers (it was summer) to wear a pair of white trousers to the office and at noon to sit down on the form in which were locked the precious questions. Tbe inky seat of that pair of trousers sold for a deal more than the clothes were worth in their original spotleasness and relief was secured.

Cored*

Mother—You say your husband no longer spends his evenings at the club? Daughter—I soon broke him of that "How did you manage it?" "Before going to bed I put two easy chairs together by the parlor flre and then held a match to a cigar until the room got a faint odor of smoke."—Pick Me Up.

Tbe wheat fly feeds upon the flower of the wheat, while the hessian fly lays its eggs in the stem. Tbe former thus lenders tbe flower abortive, while the injury done by tbe latter affects the whole' plant

A bushel of potatoes equals 56 pounds in Pennsylvania and 60 in nearly all the other states.

Service a la Bowery.

A waiter from "de Bowery drifted into town the other day and got a job in a Royal street restaurant He was dressed in a check suit, walked stiff kneed, with his chin out, and yelled out his orders like a Mississippi mate. His first customer was a gentleman of delicate appetite. The waiter struck a prize lighter attitude, leaned his head slightly down toward the guest and said: "Well?"

The guest looked up in surprise. The waiter glanced down at him. "Well, what can wedoforyer, sport?"

Regaining his control, the diner said, "Ah, I'd liko something light, waiter." "Sumtin light? How would a fedder do yer?" "A what?" "A fedder. Maybe you might get your whiskers trou a lamp, Or p'r'aps a cup of barber's ladder might fit yer mug."

Having delivered himself of these pleasantries, the waiter smiled broadly and tapped his customer lightly on the chest "Dere, whiskers, don't get yer peppers on. Dat's a josh to git up yer appetite, see? No stringin, wouldn't an omelot sufflay tickle de cove in yer bread baskey? Say, I can rush it into yer face before yer finish goin up against de piokles. See?"

The delicate gentleman nearly fainted and was rescued by the head waiter, who gave him another attendant and put the Ganymede from wicked New York ou the dishwashing list—New Orleans Times-Democrat

A Young Man's Achievements.

The Rev. Charles H. Parkhurst, D. D., writes of "The Young Man on tLe Pence" in The Ladies' Home Journal. He believes that "when all has been said that admits of being said in regard to a young man's equipment for life and in regard to what he ought to do ard what he ought to eschew, it still remains a fact that his acquisitions pnd his achievements will depend principally on his way of looking at life and on tLo spirit with which he takes hold of life. He can deal with it at arm's length or he can grip it at short range. He can treat the world as an artiole of virtu to be elegantly inspected, orheoan handle it as a practical commodity to thrust his hdnds into. He can approach it with an eye of half supercilious interrogation, or he can come down upon it with a plump bound that means respect, confidence and the will to have frank commerce with it. There is enough in almost any young fellow to get a great deal into life if he has the disposition to construe things with a degree of seriousness, and by seriousness I do not mean sourness, but practical earnestness —the spirit, namely, that will prevent his looking upon the world as being little better than an ill timed joke, awtward enough to make the whole thins unoomfortable and ludiorous enough to exouse any sophisticated person from oonoerning himself much with it."

Danger of Long Range Bullets.

An Indian correspondent tells of an inoident which came under his official notice as magistrate of Hosan, Madras. A European was hunting black buok on a hillside, when he obtained a shot with his Martini-Henri carbine. The result of the shot taught him a lesson about the dangers of long range bullets.

In a valley 1,150 yards away, beyond two rather high hills and a little pond, a native was standing with his head bowed and hands clasped behind his baok. The bullet broke the wrist of this man's hand. In the investigation that followed the course of the bullet was traced accurately.

In firing at the antelope the bullet had hit a stone on the hillside and gone bounding end over end over the first hill.

At the next hill another plaoe where the bullet struck was found. Here the bullet leaped into the air almost perpendicularly, and when it came down in the ricefield it hit the man's wrist, broke the bone, cut a gash in his body, then dropped to tho ground a spent ball.

A Civilized Monkey.

There is a monkey in the Bellevue Zoological gardens of Manchester, England, that rides a bioycle, plays a violin and bugle, though he does not extract much music sits at a table to eat, uses soap and towel when making his toilst and shaves himself. When riding his wheel, he rings the bell almost constantly, not so much to alarm pedestrians as because he enjoys the sound. He smokes oigars and cigarettes and eagerly picks up a stump when he finds it. He is afraid of the fire and will not hold a match or lighted paper to light a pipe or cigar, but scratches a match and hands it to his trainer. He has learned to box, and in a fight with another monkey used his fists like a pugilist New York Tribune.

A Matter of Subsequent Detail.

"It's going to be a splendid book," said the publisher with enthusiasm. "Indeed?" "Yes. Handmade paper, deckled edges, half tone illustrations and a binding that will be a perfect dream. It's going to be a splendid seller." "But what are you going to put inside of it?" "Why, the handmade paper with the deckled edges." "But isn't there going to be anything in it to read?" "By Jove, old fellow, I'm glad you mentioned that! Do you know, I came pretty near forgetting all about it"— Washington Star.

Etiquette.

The young woman was very ill, and the attendant leaned over tbe bed. "Have you any friend to whom you wish to send any message?" she asked.

The patient nodded. Yes I have a dear friend who"— "What shall I write to her?" asked the attendant

Tbe patient shook bar bead again. "Nothing," she answered. "I had forgotten fot the moment that she ow§8 me a letter."—Pearson's Weekly,

Beauty of the Creole Women.

"As you see his face," writes Ruth McEnery Stuart in an article On the Creoles, "A People Who Live Amid Romance," in The -Ladies' Home Journal, "you will know that he—the Creole husband or father—realizes that no flower upon the lily covered altar is half so fair or so fit for the temple's perfeot adorning as his blooming wife and budding daughters, who sit in line beside bim. If he does not think these things, he is a dullard—or, maybe, only half Creole. Perhaps his mother was an Amerioan or Scotch. And then? Perhaps he would not think them because they might not be true. They would be other things, other things just as fine and good no doubt—they might even have rare beauty of a different type— but the creole woman is a flower. She is a magnolia or a jasmine—occasionally a camellia, or, especially when there is a good warm drop of Spanish blood in her veins, she is a red, red rose —a rose too sweet to pass untouched but for her perfeot dignity and a piquant hauteur that is as protective as any thorn upon a rose's stem. "Properly speaking, or, rather, narrowly speaking, the creole is an American, born of French or Spanish parents or of both, and strictly both pareuts should themselves be foreign born, but the oreole is often only the great-great-grandson of a creole, and some of their families of purest blood could not reach the mother country without going: back through three or four American born generations."

HVress Culture.

A Dress Culture club that has: 55 members pledged, among other things, to wear their fair weather gowns three inches from the1 ground at its lowest point and their rainy weather dresses three inches shorter still has been considering also the question of suitable footwear for tho street. The high bioycle shoe was looked upon with much favor as the best kind of a covering for the feet and ankles in stormy weather. All the members of tho club agreed to discard the high heel. One and all these heroic and sensible women further pledged themselves to give up all superfluous finery in street dress, aiming at ueatness and quietness rather thai) an ornamental and showy model. As a concession to husbands, a longer walking dress may be worn on Sundays, and presumably on other holidays, if the head of the household objects to the abbreviated dress.—New York Lettor.

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xne new Moires.

The new moires, says a fashion writer, are something to wonder over. Surely never beforo have watered silks more exquisite been prepared for the adorning of women than those which fashion's purveyors have now sot before her votaries. Nor are the new oolored brooaded velvets inferior in beauty to the moires. A beautiful black moire has a handsome design which gleams with a lovely phosphorescent green. Another in some wonderful way has caught a reflection of pink lights. The delicate evening tints are all represented While moires radiate golden lights, and are brocaded with shaded gold blossoms, pale sky blue patterns are illuminated with shimmering silver, and softest pink and rosy mauve melt into opalesoent tints as the moire catches different gleams of light. There are also designs with wreaths of flowers and colored medallions in heliotrope and green and other fashionable combinations.

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TREET IMFKOVl Ml Notice Is hereby gl mate report of the ci of first alley north east building line parallel to Walnut at running north and was on the 1st day to tho committee on any person aggrieved appear beforo said en of January, 1807. atth engineer in said city thereto, which object.1 said comrrtHtecto the city of Terpc Haute meeting of said

ENT FINAL ESTIE. that tho final estiof tho improvement Walnut street- from ixth street east and t, to east line of alloy allel to Sixth street, ember, 1896, referred reots and alleys, and such estimate may llttee. onthe2d day iflco of tho city civil nd make objections will bo repor*"'"1. by mm on council of the ,t the next regular ifter tho said cornhearing upon said lis Interested may ho objections before

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IMPROVEMENT PINAL ESTIMATE.

Notice Is hereby given that the final estimate report of the cost of the Improvement of tho alley between Fifth and Sixth street, from nortli building line of Walnut street north »o the north line of alley running west between Ohio and Walnut street, was on the 1st day of December, 1896, referred to the committee on streets and alleys, and any person aggrieved by such estimate may appear before said committee, on the Sid day of January. 1897, at the office of the city civil engineer In said city, and make objections thereto, which objections will be reported by said committee to the common council of the city of Terre Haute at the next regular meeting of said council after the said committee shall conclude the hearing upon said objections and all persons interested may be neard In reference to such objections before the council.

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