Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 27, Number 34, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 February 1897 — Page 3

WHEN SALLY SANG FOR ME.

When Sally sang her songs for me, in dayi when we were young. The son and stars about oor path a lovelier glamour flnng, And I was wont to smiling say, while looking in her eyes. The melody was treacle spilled from realms oi paradise I And so the hours went gliding by, as streamlets to the sea, When we were younger than today, and Sally sang for me.

Bee the

plain old parlor now, wherein some afternoon 8he warbled "Maggie," with wet eyes, thea turned to "Bonny Doon," And "Molly Darling" had its charms and rather seemed divine The while I longed to bare her put her "little band in taine." Ah, -welll Old age should «eaae to dream, but

I would like to see

Her face once more, as In our youth, when Sally sang for me. —JiTashville American.

A STRANGE WOOING.

I am Casper Athvrold. I was born beautiful, but one day a nurse dropped me from her anus down the whole length of the oak staircase. There is no need to say more. Yet I was a happy child. As I grew up I built such castles in the air as other youths builtl, and in my castle I began to see Kate Norman's figure, Katie's dark eyed, crimson cheeked facc smiling on me from visionary firesides there and hear her voice singing lullabies in the faroff future. We met often. She was always kind and friendly. I had fancied something more.

One day I went in tho hcafc of the after noon to a shady spot by the river side, my own ground. I lay upon the grass, read ing a lxxtk, when tehind the glossy leave® of the plants which the little ones called "bread and butter bushes" I heard the sparrowlike twitter of girls' voices. "She'll have him," said one. "Fancy such a bridegroom," said the other. "All his moneyconldn't. buy me." "1-Ie don't want you, but Kate," said the first. "One must 1x3 at one's last prayer to want such an admirer. No one could like Casjer Athwold." "Of course not," said tho first. "But then he's rich and Kate poor enough." "You are right. No woman could love him. Hut money will marry anybody."

Then' was a rustle, a sound of feet on the grass. Tho chirping voices died away in the distance.

Just for ten minutes I hated the world, hated the jolly, lire Mid shouldertxl farmer tramping alone the bridle path, hated the red faced boatman on the river, hated the yellow haired child in the bottom of tho boat at his feet, hated all who lived and breathed and walked erect under the sky. Then my heart softened, and I wept. I had loved Kate, and I loved her still. The girls' chatter had awakened mo to tho truth. Just as I lived now, olone in the old homestead among tho marbles, so I must live unless 1 bought a wife with my gold—a wife who could not love me.

Such had lxxm my brief wooing time. I went no more to the cottage in the lane. I met Kate no more "by chance" in quiet places. I did no moro of those foolish things.

I shut myself up in tho old house amopg jny books and shunned tho sight of faces and the sound of voices. It was tho lxist thing that a man whom no one could love could do.

So the months wore away. Sometimes I had met her, but I always looked another way, and our pleasant greeting® bad come to an end. I had seen a hurt flush on her face and taken no hoed of it. I had even Ixvn discourteous—but I loved her just as I had loved her all along.

One day I wont to the old lawyer who had had charge of our estate for 40 years and bade him draw me up a will in which I left all that I possessed to Kate Norman, with a let tor which only her hands were to unseal, only her eyos to read, after I hrnl gone.

This was the letter: Kate Norman: You never cared for me. You could not. Oneo I heard a woman flay no woman could, but I loved you. Had I cherished one faint ray of lupe I would have striven to win your heart, but I learned in time what folly it was and in pity for myself held aloof from you. As it is, it gives

some pleasure to think

that you will dwell under this roof. When you read this, you will pity, not deride, the lovo

CASPEH AI.HWOI.1).

This note lay unsealed and directed, "To be given to Kate Norman after my death," and the will was also sigmxl and sealed, and I walked home.

At my door the elm shadows lay thick, and in them stood a bent, erooktxl figure, clothed in rugs, a beggar, who began his dolorous whine as I came up: "A little help just a little. I'm not a sir. 1 enn't work like the

I took from wnnlrolx* garment* hod worn anil bade him put them on. erward 1 gave him food. I called no sant In. No one saw him come or go so mvself. He deported. blessing me. I watched him out of sight. Then I brt out in a laugh. "He hail ivst go

cied that to his account lay the fever and delirium which had come upon me and had me taken care of. It was two weeks since the day last in my memory. I read that in the paper. There, also, I read this paragraph: "The body found in the woods at has been identified by the garments and some personal peculiarities as that of Casper Athwold, a wealthy citizen, who has been missing many days. His funeral takes place this morning."

I dropped the paper in amazement. My own name—the record of my death! Then burst into a bitter laugh. I understood It. The beggar whom I had clothed had died upon the road. He it was who was that day to be buried under my name.

At first it seemed merely a cruel joke. Then the memory of my will and the letter written to Kate Norman flashed upon me. I must reach home and prove myself a living man before it was too late.

Weak as I waa, I arose and dtessed myself, and, giving my address to the landlord, left the hotel for the depot, but I reached it only in time to find the train gone. Another hour or so must pass. They were ages to me. She should not read that letter while I lived.

At last I was off—fairly on my way. In the dark of the evening I alighted at the depot and hurried homeward.

There I should find my servants, and, probably, the lawyer, who would find it his duty to secure everything for the future heiress.

They would not, I hoped, read the will so soon. Yet it was customary. If this had been done, how should I act, how speak? Only a little space lay between the depot and my home. The railroad encroachments had been my mother's greatest troubles in the last years of her life. Now this fact enabled me, ill as I was, to reach the house without delay. It was dark, and I met no one.

In a moment I knetf why. They had assembled in the parlor to hear my will read for, through the Venetian shutters long bars of light fell across the porch, and looking in, unseen myself, I saw Kate Norman, with a letter in her hand, glide through the opposite door. The will had been road. Before I could interpose she would have read the letter also.

What should I do—return as I had come, change my name, dwell where no one knew me? It seemed that this were lxjtter than to return to tho gaping townfolks' nino days' wonder. Worst of all to meet Kate!

strong man. sir. 1 enn't worn nice me ,ve wont forth from the old graveyard into same Ycr isn't strong yerself. Ye'll be the world of life, hand in yind, as we knowln what that Is. A wakely ouhl cray- have gone together ever sL Zc.— London tor that would lx thankful for onything— Sun. a ixMiny or an ould coat, or a sup or a bite

^'tossed him a eoln. An ingenious person nained Kronh "Uo I said. "Don't loiter hero." whose patience is evidently more highly The mnn hHiked at me curiously, developed than his souse of humor, has though he had exited more pity frott lxen making some experiments that are me The coin had fallen at his feet. Hi supposed to lx very important to scientific jrtoo|Mxl and picked it up. teachers. He has found that it takes a "Yes it'll buv a bite." he sold. "Ooaj young child 804-1000 of a second to recogluek to ve. It's not always 1 ate before nizo the letter c. 358-1000 of a second to roooscttifco tiho lrtt-er and 38^-1000 of a socsmjx\

I turned and looked at the beggar, was miserable also. "Come in." 1 said. "I'll give you sou clothes. You need them sadly. "It's nothing but needing with me. sir Wild he. '1The likes of me can't work." "You have had an accident?" "My father throw me out of a wind' for a joke when he was not sober.

and

offer his harto

Kate Norman," I said. "They wid make a well matched couple. Doenc look like me in my clothes, I wotr? They lit him well."

Then I rvmemlvred going out ofne door and down tow:ml the water's teA boat lay there with the oars In I I (stepped in and nwed up the river, he twilight faded night eame on—a 'k, moonless night. 1 hail 1'ed ttvirs and was drifting wani. lying at tbottom of the boat I kn.-\v that- I W in danger, but the knowlod^re did no tect me.

Suddenly a glare of

light fwd

over inv face, I hoard a heavy throb uachln. ry, then a shrieking whittle a gtoouier was hard upon my little be#

After that I knew nothing until une to myself in a strange room, in a »nge hotel at Albany. The captain the ttcvuner which had run

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I turned from the window and hurried away, but I was still very, very weak and soon my strength gave way. It was just as I reached the churchyard. The road was bare, with no rosting place upon it, bnfc within the gates the soft grass tempted me, and tho willow'"branches seemed to nod a welcome.

I cast myself down in the long grass. Tho crickets chirped all about me. A bird somewhere gave a shriek now and then

I felt my blood on fire. I could not stop thinking. I oould not give Tired na ture her way. I was weary and worn beyond all description.

I heard tho church .clock strike 9. It startled me to think,an hour had flown when the same clock, struck 10. I lifted up my head to listen and saw a figure gilding up the path—a woman's figure.

It came straight on and, cast itself on tho grave by which I sat—tho grave beneath which the beggar lay whom they had taken for myself—cost itself upon it, sobbing wildly.

Tho shadows hid me. I gazed unseen upon tho mourner. Who was it? Some one who had mistaken the spot, no doubt. She lifted up her head. In the moonlight I saw her face. It was Kate. Htul pity brought imr cncref- Ctraitt pity m&ke a woman weep so? I drew nearer. She spoke. It was my name she uttered ''O.V r'CosiKT,'' she cried, "shall I never hear your dear voice? Can I never toll you how I loved you? Oh, Casper, Casperl"

Silence, with the crlcket'B chirp amid it, and the bird's scream. Dawn broke upon my soul. Then I stood bosido her, holding her close and fast.

Do not four, do not tremble," I cried. is a living Casper who comes to you awl no ghost. Oh, Kate, Kate, you gave tender words to tho clay you thought nine! Will you bless me with them living

She lild her face in my bosom and would ij)t look up—would only cling to me with ij»r soft, white hands and sob.

And there wo stood Jilone together amid he graves, I content to stand there, her iind in initio, her cheek upon my.bosom, intil the blessed evening time lengthened tself into eternity.

Hut at lust she told me this, that of all aen I was to hex the best, and when I, vonderingly, asked her how I might dare iroam that this could be, she made only ho woman'8 answer, "Because vI love ,-ou.''

In the moonlight, on that happy night,

A Chnd an

the Letters.

oud to recognize the letter t, while the word c-a-t

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a whole is recognized in 331.)-

1000 of second. Therefore, he says, primary teaching should be done by words and not by letters, and the letters should be 1-12 of an inch high and printed in a line not more than 4 Inches long. Wc don't know exactly how lie has discovered all these things, "but that does not matter, for he is evidently a very profound person. We have done some figuring ourselves on the lv»sis of his researches, and wo find that following out his method and adopting his kind of reading lxxk, a child of 5 yv«»rs, in an average daily lesson, would Cvich day save 978U-10000 of a minute out of its valuable time. Think of that 1— Bookman,

No Comnartion.

Paterfamilias (walking the floor with son and heir)—Babies, thoy say, are such helpless things. But what d? they think of me? Talk about helplessness!—Boston Transcript.

Jost the Place For Them.

Advance Agent—I see that there is an egg famine in North Dakota. Manager—Cancel all dates and book u* for every town in that section.—Detroit Free Press.

A Solemn TrnOu

"O Lord, how you make my Scab creep!" exclaimed the serpent as soon the curse had beat put on him after the little trouble In tbe garden.—lodianapolU Journal.

-Y sr "T, TERBE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENI^^ "M" ATL, FEBRUARY 20, 1897.

Hew Oe Court Was "Conjured."

Among the prisoners to be tried one morning was a negpo youth who had been caught in the act of making 7 and 11 come at 5 cents a call. His old mother was in a dreadful state of perturbation at the predicament in which her boy found himself and dreams of chain gangs and shackles made her desperate. She called on a "conjure doctor" and gged for a charm that would conjure the judge and make him let the bay go free. She was given a bag filled with a fine red powder and told to sprinkle it where the judge walked when on his way to the courtroom.

A few minutes before the hour for the convening of the police court the old woman sprinkled the powder in the entrance to the police station, on the stair steps leading up stairs and on the floor of the courtroom. Just as the court was called to order the recorder began to sneeze, the policemen sneezed, the witnesses, the prisoners and the spectators sneezed. In a little while everybody in the room was in a paroxysm of sneezing. Court was hastily adjourned, and everybody made a rush for the open air. Every one down stairs in the station house office was sneezing, and even passersby in the street joined in the spasmodic exhalation of conjured atmosphere.

It was not an epidemic of grip, as at first supposed, but the old woman's conjure powder was ground cayenne pepper. It only had the effect of saving her erring son for one day, for the next morning he got the full limit of the law.—Atlanta Constitution.

The Genesis -of Commerce.

Back, far back, in the uncouth ages, the commercial traveler began his arduous work. In his small, rude boat he hugged the wild shores beating up trade. No money had he, for none had been coined, but he had coarse fabrics and trinkets to barter for crude stuff, for peltries, for guns and for now and then bits of suggestive metals and once in awhile for attractive slaves. At the risk of his life he ventured afar and sought trade. He was the avant courier of the present day's vast commerce. After him in the process of time came greater ships and longer and more frequent caravans. Great houses and firms sprang into life, concerns that sent out traveling men, sent out their agents to seek for commodities with which to load the ships and caravans. In like interest, they wandered more or less from point to point, from hut to hut, from port to port, triifiieking and preparing for 'raffle and shipment, slowly but surely educating the wild world in matters of useful interchange of the products of the times, laying the first foundation stones of the commerce which now is ours.—Hardware.

Ancient Breton Custom.

In Brittany a quaint and very beautiful custom of Christmas giving is still preserved from very ancient times. When the country folk go to the midnight mass, the opening mass of Chrstmas day, they all cany lanterns to light them on their way. Upon their arrival at the church they give their lanterns over to the poor old women of the parish, who are gathered in a crowd outside the church awaiting them.

The worshipers enter the sacred building and then attend to the devotions, which the church teaches should be cf especial fervor at this holy season. But when the mass is ended and they are dismissed with the benediction, they come forth to find the patient old women awaiting them outside the church bear ing the lanterns. The lanterns are given back to their owners, and as each take? his own he exchanges for it a piece money. The value of the piece varies, but the alms is always considerable, and it stands as an exponent of that charity which the church teaches to its children.—New York Herald.

An Old Settler.

When the rheumatism first preempts certain tracts of your anatomy it may bo ousted easily, but when it becomes an old settler it is pretty hard to budge. Remember this when you experience the first twinges of this obstinate and agonizing disease, and attack it. with Hostetter's Stomach Bitters. It will then "make tracks." and possibly leave you unmolested and in peaceable possession of your own comfort in the future. Peril always attends rheumatism, if It becomes chronic, on account of its tendency to attack the heart. Usually it is complicated with kidney trouble. Certain it is that the kidneys, when aroused by the Bitters, will eliminate impurities lich give rise to rheumatism and dropsy. In inclement or wet weather, the Bitters, taken in advance, will often avert rheumatic trouble. Use this genial family medicine for dyspepsia, billiousness, headache and constipation.

'Hail Colnmbla's" First Rendition.

"Hail Columbia" was written in 1798 by Joseph Hopkinson when congress, in session at Philadelphia, was debating what attitude to assume in the struggle between France and England. Party feeling ran high, and the air was surcharged with patriotic enthusiasm. A young actor in the city, who was about to have a benefit, came to Hopkinson in despair and said that 20 boxes remained unsold, and it looked as if the proposed benefit would prove a failure. If Hopkinson would write him a patriotic song adapted to the tune of "The President's March,"then popular, it would save the day. The ^following afternoon the song was ready. It was duly advertised, the house was packed, and, in wild enthusiasm, the song was encored and reencored.—Ladies' Home Journal

Cow to Please.

"One great source of pleasing others lies in our wish to please them," said a father to his daughter, discoursing on the 'small, sweet courtesies of life.' "We want to tell you a secret The way to make yourself pleasant to other" is to show them attention. The whole world is like the miller of Mansfield, 'who cared for nobody—no, not

because nobody cared for him,' and the whole world would do so if you give them the cause. Let the people see that you care for them."—Exchange.

From Washington to Bio Janeiro the distance is 4,280 milea.

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Trouble. !.a

Mr. Spoonamore for some time had had a aore feeling in the upper part of his throat

He went to an eminent specialist and stated his case.'. The eminent specialist examined his throat by means of a costly electric apparatus and told Mr. Spoonamore he had organic throat trouble, complicated by symptoms of tonsilitis.

He wrote a prescription and handed it to him. The bill was $25.

Mr. Spoonamore paid it and went to a drug store to have .the prescription filled.

This cost him $5 more. On hia way home he passed adentist's office.

Obeying a hasty impulse, he went in. "I wish you would see if there is anything the matter with my mouth," he said to the dentist.

The dentist made an examination. "You have a bad wisdom tooth," he said. "Pull it out."

It was pulled out. The expense was 50 cents. When Mr. Spoonamore got home, he found that his throat trouble was entirely gone.

But he still has his $30 bottle of medicine, which may come handy if he ever really has organic throat trouble complicated with symptoms of tonsilitis. Chicago Tribune.

His Way of Telling a Hone's Age.

A well known Portland man, who is the owner of a fine young horse, has a pet hobby, and that is telling a horse's age with the aid of along hair from the animal's tail, a gold ring and a glass of water. "|«His idea is to take the ring, place it in the center of the hair, and, holding both ends, put the ring in a glass. He olaims that the ring thus suspended will strike against the glass, giving the correct age of the horse. To prove this assertion he invited a veterinary surgeon and several friends one day the past week to see the trick done. The doctor was to examine the horse and tell if the test was correct.

The young man pulled a long hair from the animal's tail, put it through a ring and gave it to a friend to hold in the glass of water. At first it did not seem to work, and there was a look of anxiety on the young man's face, but in a few seconds there was a click, and the ring began to strike against the glass so fast that it was hard to keep count The man who was holding the hair asserted that the ring tapped 85 times, the correct age of the horse, but the doctor claimed that there must be some mistake, either in the test or the horse, for the animal had every appearance of being only a few years old, and a good horse at that.—Kennebec Journal.

Agreeably Disappointed.

One of the richest men living, whose immense wealth makes him a target for poor people, has reoently been in Paris, and the way in which he repelled one of the applicants for his generosity is related like this: On the opposite side of the hotel table sat a woman who had once been rich. "Monseiur, you Englishmen are so chivalrous—so ready to assist those in distress.'' "Yes," said the man of wealth, hesitating. He had heard that before and thought he knew what was coming next "Would you, with your usual generosity, do me a favor and a great kindness?" "Yes, madam—that is, it depends somewhat"—

Think well, monsieur, before you promise, for it is a great kindness." It was the same old plea that he had heard many times before from people who wanted a loan. "I am afraid, madam, that I shall have to-— But what is it you wish?"

Only thot you would be kind enough, fnqpsieur, to pass me tho mustard. You have everything on your side of the table."—Pittsburg Dispatch.

Neatly Caught.

A builder in a small town was walking down a street in which he was having some buildings erected, when he observed one of the men standing on the scaffolding, with his hands in his pockets, smoking a pipe. He went gently up the ladder, and, stepping in front of him, said: "Now I've caught you. We'll have no more of this. Hefe's your four days' pay [it being Friday], and you can consider yourself discharged."

The man pocketed the money and went away rather quickly. Just then the foreman came up, and the builder told him what he had done. "Why," said the foreman, "that man wasn't working for us. He was only anlring for a job."—London Tit-Bits.

A Pathetic Ad.

Here is an advertisement which should bring trade, even though people had to use a grindstone to wear holes through their shoes:

I am the father of 26 children. No twins. 1 am also a cobbler and need work. If I have served my country well, it is evidence that I will mend your shoes well. One good turn deserves another. My shop is in the rear of Caldwell and Lanier's. Let me ball sole those. J.

M. LDOTT.

—Boot and Shoe Recorder.

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Ancient Single Tax.*

Vauban, the great French engineer, seems, according to his biographers, to have been the father, or perhaps the grandfather, of single tax. He published, in the year of his death, a volume in which he contended that one tax on land should be made to cover all the expenses of -the state. The book was propmtly suppressed by the royal council-

The city and the tower which the sons of Noah proposed to build were the earliest recorded instances of fortification. The tower in this cam wai undoubtedly a citadel.

Saved by the Cattle.

Cattle have not the reputation of great intelligence or heroism, but, from nn instance cited by Mr. C. G. D. Roberts in a volume of exciting tales entitled "Around the Gampfire," it would appear that they do sometimes rise to an emergency. We abbreviate the narrative of an old farmer in the interior of New Brunswick.

One afternoon my father had sent me and my little brother Teddy to bring in the cattle. We were about half way home with them when there came a long, queer, howling sound from the other side of the clearing that nearly made my heart stop beating. The cattle heard it, too, and two or three young heifers started to bolt, but the old ones promptly hooked them back. Then, not a quarter of a mile away, we saw a pack of gray brutes dart out of the woods and make straight for us.

What do you suppose the cattle did? The old cows and the steers made a regular circle, putting the calves, with me and Teddy, in the center. They stood with their heads out and horns down, like a company of militia forming a square to receive a charge of cavalry. The old black and white bull was running the affair. "I expect father'll hear the noise, and he and Bill"—the hired man— "will come with guns and save us," said Teddy.

The wolves charged straight at the circle of horns. We heard tho old bull mumble something away down ifi his throat, and then one of his horns was through the belly of the loader. At this unexpected repulse the others drew back.

After a brief hesitation they returned and stole round and round the circle, looking for a weak spot On the other side from our champion there stood a nervous yoiuig cow. Suddenly a wolf made a rush upon her. She sprang aside, thu3

opening a passage, by which

the wolf rushed into the very center of the circle, with his fierce red eyes fastened upon Teddy.

But the old bull had, spotted him. Nimble as a squirrel, he bowled me and Teddy over like ninepins and was after the wolf, mumbling and grumbling away down in his stomach. Ho fixed the wolf! Just at that moment father and Bill dashed up and snatched us two youngsters into their saddles.

A Famous Old Bugle.

A rare old curiosity is temporarily in the possession of the Ktttitucky Historical society at Frankfort. It is a bugle made of two slabs of cedar about threesixteenths of an inch in thickness and bent into a funnel shaped horn. The bell, or mouth, is 13)4 inches in circumference. It is hooped with cow horn rings and iron bands. The bugle is the property of Mrs. Anna Mayhall, granddaughter of the late Captain Robert Collins, who was a soldier in the war of 1812-15. It was used in the campaign of Colonel Richard M. Johnson and was at the death of Tecumseh. Captain Collins was a bugler for the regiment, and this is the instrument he used during the war and which ordered the famous charge of Colonel -Johnson. Captain Collins was a mechanical genius, and with his own hands made the instrument. Every morning at sunrise ho waked the neighbors for miles around with his reveille call from the buglo until his death, in 1864.—Frankfort (Ky.) Call.

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"What fine teeth you have, Grumpy. Are they your own?" "You can bet they are. I hold the dentist's receipt in full."—Detroit Free Press.

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