Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 27, Number 48, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 29 May 1897 — Page 6

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tO ONE THAT CHID HIM"FOR GATHERING THE LATEST ROSES.

As fickle as an April morn, October with hi* driving rain Now smote the garden paths forlorn,

Now broke in smiles again, Crying, "We tarry all too late." Each other, flower drooped her head. Bat dauntless still they kept their state,

The roses white and red.

And, "We shall reign," they said, "for long." I gathered them for your delight. "Nay, then, you did them cruel wrong,

The roses red and white.

"For they had gladdened many a day, Defying still the somber time, Amid the whirling leaves' decay

Recalling summer's prime."

Then I: "How sorrowful their lot. Who queened it at the garden's court, To linger on when joy is not,

To be the mad wind's sport

"To feel their draggled petals fall, Each after other, drenched and cold, Till now the blast has dashed them all

Upon the chilly mold.

"A royal sepulture they crave— Refuse not thou a last behest— One hour to live in beauty brave,

Then die upon thy breast." —H. C. Minchin in Spectator.

FORGIVEN.

Dnak was beginning to fall, and I looked round over the long level of marsh land that irarroanded us and saw no sign of any of our party I felt the first thrill of a not unpleasant uneasiness. I glanced at my companion. She •was walking quite contentedly by my side, apparently secure in the assumption that I knew my way. As a matter of fact, I had the gravest doubt about it and there seemed no possibility of making sure. For miles on either hand the marshes stretched to the low horizon. The dry tracks were few and ill defined and already alight white mist was rising over the numerous straight waterways. I looked at Miss Pascoe again, and my uneasiness gave place to a kind of expectant pleasure. Even supposing we wero lost, there was no actual danger, and the great sense of solitude that hung about

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session that was keenly delightful. Miss Pascoe, unconscious of my doubtful cogitations, still walked on as though ber feet were upon a familiar road, and indeod, as fur as I could judge, we were making in tho right direction. To have stopped would havo been like a confession of incompetence on my part, and this to an unavowed lover was out of the question, at any rate until circumstances unquestionably had me at a disadvantage. So wo went on, and the twilight deeponed, and tho mist trailed in denser wisps across the shivering reed beds.

Suddenly she turned to me. "What a queer place this would be to got lost in," she said.

I think the serious possibility of such a thing had not occurred to her at all. She threw out tho remark merely as a contribution to a flagging conversation. "Yes," I said. "But you'ro not afraid, aro you?" "Oh, no not at all 1 Of course you know tho way, and that makes all tho difference." "Of course it does," I answered, with a glimmering sense of shawo. "How far aro wo from homo now?" sho asked after a pivuse, in which the darkness had perceptibly increased. "Three miles, I daresay," I said at a blind hazard. "That's nothing," she said. "I thought wo must be quite four." "Are you suro you'ro not tired?" I asked. "Wouldn't you like to rest?" But she persisted in walking on at that swinging pace of hers. "Even if I wanted to rest there's nothing to rest on," sho said. "I'm sure I could find a fenoo somewhere, I said. "I don't believo you could," she said, 'but I'm not going to let you try. I'd much rather get homo."

We wulked on silently for another five minutes, and then Miss Pascoe •topped and listened, leaning forward •lightly, with her hair blowing about her face. "Is that the aea?" she asked.

It was the sea unmistakably, the slow roll mingled with the rustle of tho wind ovei tho rushes. And then it became quite obvious to me that I had woefully gone astray, for the sea was before us iusteadof almost at our backs. "It must be the sea," I said, after a show of hard listening. "But it shouldn't be there," she said. "Why not?" I answered rather feebly in order to gain time. "It always has been there, I suppose." "Don't be foolish," she said. "You know wlmt 1 meau. Wo must have got ou tho wrong path. Mr. Thirlmere," ghe cried, how could you have been so careless?" "My dear Miss Pascoe," I said, "if I have made a mistake, I am very •orry." "And you said all along that yon knew the way," sho pouted, trying to shoot condemnation from her eyes at mo in the darkness. "You see,'' I said, "I got my directions from your brother—from Jim— and he's often so very inaccurate, isn't he?" "Absurdly inaccurate," she almitted. "If I'd known you were relying upon Jim. I wouldn't have oome at' all." "And then I should have missed the most delightful walk I ever had."

She turned away from me a little, with a petulant movement of the shoulders that pleased me mightily. "I wish we had Jim here," she said with pretty fieiwwm "I don't," I said. "Then, perhaps you'll be good eaoogh to find the right path. We can't stay hem "There don't teem to be any conveniences for camping out," 1 said. "Will you stay here far a moment while I explore to the right? 1 may get up to my

knees In the marsh. Yon will be safer here." "Don't be long, will you?" she said. "Oh, no!" I said cheerfully. "I shall find the path in no time."

I started off, carefully exploring the ground before me with my stick as I went There was no sign of a path, and I began to be seriously alarmed for Miss Pascoe's comfort. On consideration I came to the conclusion that I had made rather an ass of myself. Another hundred yards, and still no path. I paused and looked back. I could see a slight, dark figure moving toward me very carefully and slowly. "Is that you?" I said.

Miss Pascoe's voice answered: "Yes. I'd rather come with you if you don't mind. When you left me, I felt so lonely that I was almost afraid." "I am more sorry than I can tell you," I said, "to have got you into such an awkward fix. Pick your way very carefully. Ah!" She had stepped with one foot into a patch of wet moss. "Take my band," I said. "It is quite firm where I am standing. Will you ever forgive me for this?" She took my outstretched hand, and I guided her to safety. But because the danger might be renewed at any moment I still retained my hold of her slim fingers, and we went forward together in that pleaeant, companionable way. "Don't talk to me about forgiveness until you have found the path and made restitution," she said. My fingers tightened upon hers instinctively, partly because it was so pleasant to have them resting so unreservedly in my Land and partly because her voice was very low and without any hint of disapproval in it. "For myself," I said, "I cannot pretend to be sorry for this adventure. For your sake? of course, I am, but it has been so pleasant to have you to myself for so long that when we hit upon the path I shall be almost in despair." "We haven't hit upon it yet," she said. The ground under our feet seemed quite firm by this time. The moon was just rising, swimming upward through the low lying vapor in a wide luminous circle of misty silver. Eight above us a star or two blinked. "I suppose," I said, striking a match to look at my watch, "that the second dinner bell has rung by this time. In another hour there will be a hue and cry after us." I was sorry for this a moment later, because in order to strike my match I had had to relinquish hei hand. We had both paused and read the. face of the watch together in the flickering light. Then it was blown out by a gust of wind, and darkness succeeded. I possessed myself of her hand again. "Well," she said, "shall we go

For a moment she was quite still, and I cursed myself for such blind precipitation, but the circumstances and the time and place had all forced me to this inevitable result "You tliiuk," she said, after this pause, "that you may as well pile up all your offenses at once and be forgiven or condemned on all counts at one time?" "Precisely," I said. "I am entirely in your hands." "I will forgive you," she said very sweetly, "when you have found the path." "It's a bargain, then," I said. I took a step forward and brought my foot sharply against something white that stood a few inches above the ground. "Why," I cried, bending to examine it, "this must be the broken post that Jim told me to look out for. What a close observer your brother is! This is the path that leads straight for home."

You knew it all the time," she said reproachfully. "No," I said. "I assure yon that 1 had no idea of it We shall be in just as the rescue party is preparing to set out" I turned to her and held out my hands. "I claim your forgiveness," I said.

And she forgave me.—Black and White.

ItuKxraoos Vanity.

As gold is never put into circulation without somo alloy, so perhaps for this world's use some alloy is needed in the gold of character. The only questions are what alloy and how much? I shall try to answer the question as to kind and leave to individual discretion the question as to quantity.

A great actor once said that all men have vanity, but some conceal it more successfully than others. If vanity be a universal trait, we may take it as that alloy which is necessary to our active and circulating usefulness.

It is decried by all moralists, preached against in all polpits, and everywhere believed to be as undesirable as it is universal. Nevertheless, in youth at least, a oertain degree of it may be necessary.

Vanity is like the kindly cloud which shelters us from the all piercing and too brilliant sun of truth, for it may be doubted whether any at us can bear the truth unveiled. The melancholy Dane who had revealed to him unqualified trath, both as regards this life ftnd the next, was not by that revelation incited to action. Hamlet found the truth withering, not stimulating it paralysed rather than nerved. And it may be so with all truth. Most of us are ordinary people, but happily most of as do not find this out, at least not in our first youth.—Lippinoott's.

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"If you like," I said. "I suppose we ought to," she said. "It would be rather fun to let them find us here, wouldn't it?" I said. "Think how pretty the lanterns would look, coming glinting over the marshes. "But they might miss us," she said, turning ber face quickly toward me. I saw the gleum of her eyes and the oval shadow of her face, and all at once I realized that there was only one thing I could do at that precise moment in my life. I stooped down and kissed her. "Forgive me for that as well, if you can," I said. "It means that I love you. I suppose now I have trespassed beyond all hope?"

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PARTNERS,

Love" took chambers on our street Opposite to mine. On his door he tacked a neat,

Clearly lettered sign.

Straightway grew his custom groat, For Lis sign read so: "Hearts united while you wait.

Step in. Love & Co.''

Much I wondered who was "Co." In Love's partnership. Thought across the street Fd go-

Learn from Love's own lip.

So I went, and since that day Life is hard for me. I was bunkoed! (By the way, "Oo." is Jealousy.) —Ellis Parker Butler in Century.

A BIKE FAIRY TALE.

Once upon a time there was a queen who was so. advanced that the king was quite out of it She set an example of female independence to her subjects by going long journeys on her bicycle, unincumbered by any court train. She became so enthusiastic, about female wheeling that she built three bicycle tracks. On the fitst there was a hedge 100 yards thick, on the second a pond 100 yards wide, and on the third a ladder 100 yards high, and she decreed that no girl should marry the crown prince unless she rode her bike through the hedge, across the pond and up and down the ladder. Many girls tried, but all failed the crown prince remained single, and at last the tracks were overgrown with weeds for want of use.

One day the queen went out on her bicycle alone, as usual, and lost her way. Night came on, and she was glad to find shelter in a lonely cottage where dwelt a woman and her daughter. The daughter was very beautiful—a wise woman had foretold that she would ride over the three tracks and marry the crown prince, but she had once met a handsome young huntsman in the forest and vowed she would never marry any one but him, so she refused to learn to bike at all.

The mother was a clever and ambitious woman. She knew the queen at once by her profile, which was on all the penny pieces, and besides she wore the great seal on her finger to prevent the king from misusing it in her absence. But the mother kept her own oounsel and treated the queen as a stranger, setting before her the best food there was in the house for supper.

When the queen had finished her meal, she noticed how lovely the girl was and said to the mother, "Is your daughter fit for anything?" The woman replied, "She is the champion lady bicyclist of the whole world." "Oh, indeed, "said the queen, "and, pray, why does she not ride over the three tracks and win the hand of the crown prince?" "Because," answered the mother, "she is too independent to run after any man." "I never thought of that," observed the queen, and pulling a cigarette out of her case she fell a-smoking.

When the girl went out to wash up the supper things, the queon asked, "Can't you persuade your daughter to ride over the three tracks just to show how superior we women are?" "Yee," replied the mother, "but she must have three things." "Name them,'' said the queen. "She must have a pavilion built, opening ou to the tracks, .from which she must start and t" which she must return after each round, without any one being allowed to speak to her." "Why?" asked the queen. "Because every man that speaks to her wants her to speak to him, and she despises such a waste of time," replied the mother. "Oh!" said the queen. "Next she must have three riding suits, one for each track, and each suit must have a veil to match, for her to wear when she rides." "Why?" asked the queen. "Because every man who looks at her and sees how beautiful she is tries to make her look at him," replied the mother. "Hum!" said the queen. "Lastly, I must go with her, and so muft her three uncles." "Why?" asked the queen. "Because she will have to ride so hard that she will wear out a bicycle on each track, and she must have always afresh one ready, with an uncle to oil it and to have it in good working order." "Ha!" said the queen. "Do you know, my good woman, that I am your rightful sovereign?" "I never thought of that," replied the mother. "But it is so," said the queen, "and I oommand you to bring your daughter to my three tracks this day week, when everything you ask for shall be granted." "It shall be as your majesty commands," replied the woctun.

So on a day the mother and daughter started for the tracks, and the girl walked first, singing as she went for the very joy of life.

Presently they meta man riding on a bicycle with his eyes shut "Good morning, uncle!" cried the girL But the woman asked, "Why do you ride with your eyes shut?" And the man answered, "Because I am so keen of sight that I cannot help seeing my way through the tiniest crack on the ground, and if I keep my eyes open I should go down to the very center of the earth." "That is good," said the mother. "Will you help my daughter to win the crown prince for a husband?" "That will said the man, "for no girl ever called me uncle before."

Soon they met another man riding a bicycle with his feet on the forks. "Good morning, uncle!" cried the girL But the mother asked, "Why do you ride with your feet on the forks?" And the man answered, "Because I pedal so fast that I skim over the ground, and no one amid get oat of my way if I put my feet on the treadles." "That is better," said the mother. "Will you help my daughter to win the crown prinoe for a husband?" "That will I," said the man, "for no girl ever called me node before."

Before long they met a third man riding a bicycle, with bis hands in his pockets. "Good morning, uncle," cried the girL But tb« motb«r asked, "Why do you ride with your hands in your

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"That will I." said the man, "for no girl ever called me uncle before." "Now I have enough uncles," said the girL "The next stranger I meet shall be my cousin." But they met no one else, for all the world had gone to the tracks. Only when they reached the pavilion they saw a smart young soldier pacing up and down. "Good morning, cousin," cried the girL "Good morning, cousin," replied the smart young soldier, and he gave her a hearty kiss. "How dare you?" cried the mother in a rage. "Cousins always kiss," replied the smart young soldier. The uncles looked at each other and said, "Wenever thought of that" But the girl blushed and said nothing, for tbe smart young soldier was the same handsome young huntsman whom she had vowed should be her husband. 'And now I must leave you," said the smart young soldier, and he marched off, whistling "The Girl I Left Behind Me."

Then they prepared for the first ride and dressed the first uncle in a crimson suit and put on him a veil of gold embroidery that glittered like the sun. The signal sounded, and they opened the pavilion door, and the first uncle sped out like the wind and kept his eyes shut till he came to the hedge that was 100 yards thick, and there he opened them and saw bid"way through in a trice, and so, shutting his eyes again, he sped round the track to tbe other door of the pavilion.

Now they dressed the second unole in a suit of dark blue and put on him a suit of silver filigree work that glistened like moonbeams. And he flew out of the door like a bird and kept his feet on the forks till he came to the pond that was 100 yards across, but then he put his feet on the treadles and skimmed over the water without even splashing it, and so, coming to the other side, he put his feet on the forks again and flew around the track to the other door of the pavilion.

The third uncle had a suit of black velvet, but as there were no pockets for him to put bis hands into they were forced to cut a slit on either side instead. His veil was of black lace, spangled with diamonds which sparkled like the stars on a frosty night, and when the door of the pavilion opened he shot forth like lightning, with his hands in the slits of his suit, but as soon as he came to the ladder that was 100 yards high he took hold of the handles and darted up and down the ladder in a twinkling, and so, putting his hands in the slits again, he whirled round the track to the other door of the pavilion.

You may be sure there was a great shouting and a mighty rush of people toward the pavilion of the champion lady bicyclist of the world, but a line of soldiers barred the Way, and only fell back to let the crown prince and his retinue gallop pa$t

And when he got to the door, ever so much before his followers, he found the mother standing and watching. She saw at a glance that he was the smart young soldier who had met them in the morning, but she pretended not to know him. Little he cared as, leaping from his horse, he rushed into the room, where he found the girl dressed in her ordinary clothes and looking more beautiful than ever.

The retinue crowded in and stood by the door, but the prince ran up to her and, opening his arms, cried: "Dearest, I have loved you ever since we met in the forest. Will you be my bride?" The girl hung her bead, for she was frightened when she saw all this grandeur and knew that her lover was a prince. But her mother said, "Kings always caresa" "I never thought of that, "said the girl, and fell into the prince's embrace.

So they were married, and of course the three uncles were asked to the feast, and then for the first time the prince looked away from his bride and saw how odd looking they were, and he asked the first uncle, "How did you get such projecting eyes and that hard, fixed gase?" And the first unole answered, "By skimming, by skimming, by skimming." Then tbe prince asked the second unole, "How did you get that monstrous flat foot?" And ths second uncle replied, "By scorching, by scorching, by scorching." Then tbe prince asked tbe third uncle, "How did you get that hideous, huge hand?" And tbe third uncle answered, "By skopping, by skopping, by skopping." "Skimming, scorching, skopping!" said the prince. "I don't know what you mean."

Then the mother explained: "May it please your royal highness, my eldest brother has tbe cycle eye, that comes from always looking miles ahead, which is called skimming my second brother has the cycle foot which oomes from always pedaling as bard as be can, which is called scorcbipg, and my youngest brother has the cycle hand, which comes of always steadying tbe machine over ups and downs, which, as it is something between skipping and hopping, is tailed skopping. Some people who bicycle a very great deal have all these three peculiarities." "I never thought of that," said the prinoe, and, turning to his bride and seeing how ber.utiful she wrs, he cried, "Yon shall never ride a bicycle again."

And they lived happy ever after.—St James Budget

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A Western Banker's Bluff.

"Did you ever realize that there is •kill to be exercised in the making of an effective bluff? Nearly every man in a pinch is anxious to frighten the opposition, but everything depends upon the way in which it is done." This was the philosophy of the retired banker, and a story went with it: "In one of the Colorado towns that have sinoe become cities I was running a private bank, and there was another institution of the same kind in the place. We loaned heavily on real estate in those days, and a sudden collapse of the boom left our securities greatly depreciated. Under such circumstances rumors that we could not pay soon gained circulation, and we had to make the best preparation we could for a run. "It came in true western fashion, with a rush, with threats and a flourish of guns among the more excited. My rival took the old plan of paying at but one window, making each transaction as long as possible and thus staving off the inevitable while hoping against hope. He announced to the crowd every few minutes that he could pay dollar for dollar, but his anxiety was so apparent that it made the depositors more insistent. "I took the other tack in making my bluff. 1 had raked together enough to stand a good stiff pnll, so I told all hands to stop everything else and ordered each one to become a paying teller. I also posted notices that the doors of the bank would remain open till every one was paid, even if it took all night. This set the crowd to guessing, and they eased up a good deal. My next move was to place money in the hands of friends, have them mingle with the mob besieging the other bank and then rush over and deposit with me. This ruse turned the tide, and by 6 o'clock I had more on deposit than when the run began."—Detroit Free Press.

The Star Customer's Joke.

One of the attractions qf a certain Chestnut street cafe is a beautiful Angora cat, which is generally very mild mannered and ladylike. The cat passes most of her time sitting upon the cashier's desk. She was posing there one day when the star customer went up to the desk to pay for his noonday meal. "Did you ever tickle a cat's nope with a toothpick?" the patron asked of the cashier. "It has an awfully funny effect on tbe animal—makes it sleepy." He had a toothpick in bis hand, and, offering it to the cashier, said, "Take this and tickie the cat there with it."

The cashier took tbe little splinter of wood and passed tbe end of it over the nose of the drowsy Angora. The next instant puss emitted a scream of anguish and leaped many feet into the air. With tail erect, she clambered up the wall, jumped over tbe bar, overturned a number of glasses and bottles and finally disappeared through an open trap into the cellar, where for five min utes she seemed to be having a fit. The cashier was pallid with fear. He could not imagine what bad happened, and tbe star customer had suddenly disappeared. After awhile the cashier examined tbe toothpick and found that the end which had tickled thee cat's nose had been generously daubed with tabasco sauce.—Philadelphia Record.

Why Consulate* Are Popular.

It is well known that tbe pressure for consulates is greater than for any other class of offices. Various causes contribute to this desire to go abroad. Representative Hitt thinks he has tbe true theory. "It is tbe women folks," he says. "You know bow it is. Brown or Jones or Smith, when he has means and leisure, likes to take bis family abroad. When they come back, his wife and daughters are filled with their experiences. Tbe whole town is fired with emulation.

Now, John Jones may not have the means to take his family to Europe, bat he has influence in politics. When the poliitic&l wheel turns and his party is up, be looks around to see what the reward for his services shall be. Left to himself, be would probably be content with the postofiioeu But his wife and

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daughters have had to listen to what the Biown women or the Smith women say of life abroad, and, womenlike, they havo listened with envy and with a fixed purpose some day to enjoy those experiences for themselves. So, instead of letting John Jones ask for the postoffice, they insist that he must be a consul somewnere. Their ideas may be a little indefinite about the nature and duties of a consul's office, but they know it means going abroad, and that is enough for them.

So Johu Jones makes out his application to be consul genoral to Paris and writes his congressman that, while Paris is his first choice, he will take something equally good, but it must be abroad. And thus," says Representative Hitt, "are the lives of congressmen made a burden for tho first six months after anew administration comes into power. By that time the consulates are all disposed of, and tho disappointed applicants can return to the postofflces." —New York Tribune.

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PasBengers Via Vnndalla Pennsylvania l^lnes Now Have Choice of Three.

All are convenient locations Oortlandt street and Desbrosses street, In tho downtown district, and Twenty-third street In the uptown district. Tho latter entrance was formally opened May lflth, when two new and commodious ferry boats, double-deckers, constructed especially for the Pennsylvania Lines and furnished and finished In up-to-date style, will be placed In service between the Jersey City station and Twenty-third street, connection with all Inbound and outbound trains over the Pennsylvania system, the same as the boats running between that station and Oortinndt street and Desbrosses street, which will also be continued In daily

Tho Pennsylvania Lines' throe entrances Into New York enable passengers to quickly reach the business portion In tho lower end of the city, as well as the hotels and business blocks In the very heartof the great metropolis. The ride across the river is a delightful and refreshing termination to an enjoyable trip. All through trains from tho west over the Pennsylvania Lines land passengers In New York between 9:30 a. m. and 9:30 p. m., treating them to a grand view of the city's water front Its extensive docks, where at almost any time may le seen ships of many nations. The wonderful panorama gives visitors a slight Idea of the magnitude of New York. The new Twenty-third street ferry line Is particularly noteworthy In this respect.

For reliable Information, Pullman car reservations and tickets, apply at City ticket office, Wabash avenue. Telephone 37, or Union Station.

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