Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 27, Number 51, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 19 June 1897 — Page 7
THE PHANTOM FLOWER.
Twas winter and a little girl Of fonr short years stood gazing where The anowflakes danced in 'wildering whirl
Their gay cotillons in the air And rested on the branches bare.
Then rang sweet childish shouts of glee. With fair face pressed against the pane And capering feet: "Oh, mamma, see!
The apple blossoms come again We lost last summer in the rain!"
"Nay, dearest, those white tufts are snow,' Gently the mother's voice replies. ''Would yon Icem where the blossoms go?
Where, safely sheltered, softly lies The ghc*it of every one that dies?
"Through this great apple, ripe and nice, Watch how the blade I quickly send To cut just wafer wide a slice
Across the core—you comprehend— Betwixt the stem and blossom end!
"Now to the light hold up the fine. Red veined, translucent, filmy round! Ixxk in the midst Ah, daughter, mine,
What wondrous treasure hare you found? The blossom you deemed underground!" —Bessie B. Croffut.
A RETURNED LOVER.
The naughty village boys called them "the two old maids of Lee," a most inappropriate title, for who oould be more frweet tempered or contented than the little sisters? They lived in the tiny cottage, not far from the parsonage that you have BO often admired. They had lived there ever since their father's death, and a pretty little nest it was, with its rose covered porch, low thatched roof and bright, shining windows. Their little garden was alwoys neat. I am sure no caterpillars, or otl.er grubs, were to be found In their cottage and strawberry beds. The bright eyos of Miss Sophia would have spotted them at once, and the swift Angers of Miss .Josephine have plucked them away.
Any morning in the year, save perhaps on .Sundays, you might have seen the little Indies hard at work among their plants any afternoon have met them wnlking quickly up the village Btreet nnd received a bright nmilo from two happy faces as you passed.. They dressed alike in soft materi/il of a sober color that Miss Joseph tno, the younger, sometimes brightoned by a smart bow or lace ruffle. Their bonnets closely fitted the small, shapely heads with tho bands of smoothly brushed hair, from which an unruly lock would sometimes escape and hang over Miss Josephine's cheek, to be at once repro* ed by the elder, and brushed back, with a blush, by tho younger sister.
Miss Sophia was flvo years older than Miss Jose] bine, of whom she always spoke a* "the child." To the younger the elder was always "sister," never Sophia that would havo been too familiar. To her she was ohediefit in all things, though she had passed girlhood, and even young womanhood, long, long ago. Truly, she was an example to the forward young generation that now spends its days in directing parents, and even grandparents, and in kicking its hueis against our best parlor sofas.
To Miss Josephine belonged tho humbler duties of the homo life—the feeding of the chickens, the dusting of the household gods, shrined in the dim, curtained parlor l! washing of the dainty eggsholl porcelain in which the little ladles served their tea. With such tasks Molly, the maid of all work, was too clumsy to be trusted, but the delicate flngors of little Miss Josephine never soiled or damaged anything.
Often, when listening to her sweet, gentle voice and watching the tender pink color mantling in the fair, old maldish face, I wondered why no man had ever claimed Miss Josephlno for his own. With Miss Sophia it was different. Her sharp, angular llgure and her storn, sallow faco had but few attractions. Had the forbidding a*|"pt of the older driven suitors away fro the younger sister? I wondered. Once, in momont of unwonted courage, after 1 b. duly admired tho wonderful Chinese gures in tho drawing room and the beautiful porcelain, I veil turd to ask Miss Sophia whethor Miss Josephine and she had nevor thought of marriage. This drew from hor the story of their uneventful life.
She told me of a motherless childhood, through which the older had cherished tho younger with more than a sister's love, of a father whoso life as a merohant In China separated him from tho two little girls. Of two cousins, nephews of that father, two young men who, before journeying to the far east to help In their uncle's firm, had woo the hearts of tho two girls, "And Martin, my lover," concluded Miss Sophia, "died of fever three years later, but Willie, wlm was to have married the child, wrote to us for many years. Then his letters grow gradually fewer, and In tho end—after many years—we received tho last Hot Josephine loves him still, I know. She cannot forget Wllllo." The father died shortly before the little ladies settled In the vtllago he had left his daughters well provided for.
Tho story Interested me. I wondered whether the lagging lover would return before little Miss Josephine was an old lady. 1 hoped so, and my wish was granted. Early one summer morning, as Miss Josephine was gathering roses in the little garden, the postman entered by the wicket gate and put a letter into her hands. At the sight of tho handwriting Miss Josephine trembled, her face grew pink, then white as snow. Ieaving the basket of dewy roses in the middle of. the path, she hastily passed Into the cottage and into tho darkened parlor. How long she sat then before she ventured to open the letter the little lady never knew. A thousand memories, hopes and fears, paused through her mir\d ere she broko the sail and knew her fate. When Miss Sophia, returning from some village expedition, entered tho rvnom In search of her sister, she found little Miss Josephine sitting by the darkened window, the letter lying In her idle hand. "Why, Josephine—you here! I have Iwn looking for you every where." Then Miss Sophia paused. Even In the dim light she noticed the pink, Agitated (ace. and the dewy eyes. "What is it?" she asked. "Has anything hapf*enod?" "Sister, something la going" to happen!" Then the little creature sprang to ber feet, and threw herself, tetter and all, into the elder woman's arms. "Sister, do I look old? Am I much changed? Will he know mo? For he's coiuing home— Willie's coming back to m«!" ,Mi** Sophia gasped.
She told me afterward that she felt as though tho day of judgment were corn But she remained outwardly calm and merely mid. "Show me the letter."
Then tho» two desur old maids seated themselv** side by ride on the sofa, and together read the words that Mbw Josephine already ktxw by baart. He wrota 4bat h« bad returned to Sag land thai ha
would be with next day he hoped that they would give bim a hearty welcome, and that he would find them unchanged. No more.
There was a long silence. Then the gentle voice of M.'ss Josephine spoke "Sister, could we—would it be proper—to —to ask him to stay here?" "Josephine!"-Mias Sophia's tobe was stern. "Certainly not The inn is a decent place, Mr. Dork ins will make bim comfortable, and he can onrae and call on us, and take tea with us, in the afternoons."
So the hero returned after all, and when next I met the sisters a tall, sunburned man walked between them, and In the face of the younger shone a great joy. Dear little Miss Josephine! I like to think of ber in those ber belycon days. How gnyly she laughed! How merrily she tripped about her work! The little lady was another creature love and joy seemed to have lent ber new youth. What an in terest we villagers took in the tiny cottage that summer time! How curiously we stared at the bearded stranger! How we smiled and nodded knowingly at the parcels the postman daily left in the rose covered porch! When would tbe wedding be? What would the bride wear? And Miss Sophia, bow we pitied ber future loneliness! What would she do without "tbe child?" "No, sister, not while I am too old for that," 1 heard Miss Josephine say, as she turned her blushing face from the heap of soft white silk tbe eager shopman was displaying—we had met in tbe only draper's shop of which our nearest market town could boast. "Too old! Nonsense, child! Why, you're five years younger than I, and am I old?" expostulated Miss Sdphia. But the little lady was firm, and in the end tbey left with a parcel of delicate mauve cashmere and a tiny bonnet to match. The shopman smiled as he opened the door and glanced knowingly at me— tbe wedding dress!
And so the wedding morning dawned, and all nature seemed to beam upon the gentle bride, who walked across tbe fields from the cottage to the church, leaning, half weeping, half smiling, on the strong elder sister's arm. The bridegroom had left his little lady a week previously they were to meet in the church.
Would I could end my story here and leave the sisters still wandering through the dttisied fields, their happy faces unclouded, their innocent hearts all unconscious of the cruel blow fate had in store for them. There was no wedding that morning. My heart ached as I whispered words of hope—myself so hopeless—to the trembling, weeping bride, who waited in vain for her bridegroom. One by one those who hed come to witness the ceremony went away, and the sisters and I were left alone in tho dark little church. "Dearest Josephine, he will come. He must come," sobbed Miss Sophia, as she pressed the palo faced brldo to her heart, but littlo Miss Josephine only shook her head and begged to betaken home. Where was the deserter? Why did Miss Josephine's lover never appear to claim her? Those questions were answered a few days later by Miss Sophia.
Oaunt, paler than ever, she sat stiffly In the cottage parlor nnd poured out to my sympathetic ears the tale of her sister's wrongs. "Ah," she sighed, "all men are decolvers! Thank God, my Martin was taken before ever he had sinned as griev ously as Willie. This," and she drew a letter from her pockot, "is all theexplanu tion we have received probably we shall nover know more." I hastily read tbe let ter, which began thus: "Forgive me, Josephine, for having re-entered your quiet lifo only to destroy its peace." The writer then wont on to explain that during the week in which lie had been absent from his betrothed ho had become persuaded that since thu days when they had plighted their youthful troth their lives had drifted too far apart for a happy reunion between them to be possible. A parting scene would, he felt, to painful to both, and he had therefore deoided to start again for the east without a spoken farowell "But I will," ho concluded, "repay your kind loan with Interest some day." "What does he mean by 'a loan?' I asked. At first Miss Sophia could only shake her head and groan indignantly then she explained that, unknown to her, "tbe child" bad, a few days before the wedding day, made over the portion sho had inherited from her fattier, to her "dear oousin Willie!" So that was the loan!
Did little iiiss Josephlno die of a broken heart? Oh, no grief seldom kills. For many years sho lived on, working in tbe tiny garden nnd busying herself in tbe Tillage life. But when I met her for the first time after her "wedding day" I saw that the pink color had left ber cheeks, her hair had lost its crisp waves, and she had put away her bright ribbons and merry smile. Little Miss Josephine has beoome quite an old lady.—London Sun.
A Roman Picnic.
On tbe sad oooasion of the death of Lord Lcigbton an august personage wrote of him, and justly, "There was something even greater .than his work, and that was the man himself." A pretty Incident of tbe great painter's early life is told by Giovanni Costa in Cornhill Magazine:
In tho month of May it was the custom formerly for nil the artists in Rome to indulge In a pk-nic at Cervara, a farm in tbe Roman enmpagna. There used to be donkey races, and the winner of them was always the hero of tbe day.
On one of these picnics we bad baited at a small town throe miles out of Rome for breakfast. Kvery one bad dismounted and tied his fomst to a paling, and all were eating merrily. Suddenly one of the donkeys kicked over a beehive, and out flew the bees, to revenge themselves on tbe donkeys.
There were about 100 of the poor beasts, but they all unloosed themselves and took to Sight, kicking up their heels in tbe air ill but one little donkey, who was un able to free himself, and so tbe whole •warm fell upon bim.
Tbe picnic party also broke up and fled, with tbe exception of one young man with fair, curly hair, dPassed in velvet, who, slipping on gloves and tying a handkerchief over bis face, ran to liberate the poor little beast. I bad started to do tbe same, but less resolutely, having no gloves. I met him as be eame back and, congratulating him, asked him bis name.
His name was Frederic Leighton.
Cat Prim Ban With Striata.
Five prisoners recently escaped from a jaii in India, having out through an iron bar two inches in diameter by means of a piece of string, a little and and some grease. The prison officials afterward made some experiments in tbe same line and found that tbe feat could be accomplished
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Adulteration of Robber.
In spite of tbe constant talk of a substitute having been feend for it, rubber seems likely to be for some time to come tbe stand by of tbe electrician for insulating purposes. Tbe manufacturers who prepare the rubber for the electrical and other markets complain of tbe increasing adulteration of the raw material, especially of that coming from Assam and Burma. According to EL. N. Thompson, the Chinese have a practical monopoly of the trade. The forests at tbe head of the upper Namkong basin are rich in rubber, and the trees attain a height of 200 feet, with enormous girth. The great tribe of rubber collectors is the Sana Kachins, who go vast distances for their rubber harvest in the dry season. The chiefs levy toll on tbe produce as it passes down the river. The Chinese, who control the trade, pay the Kachins for it in provisions and cloth, and as they are adepts in the art of concealing stones in it, by the time it reaches Rangun its weight and bulk are largely augmented by foreign substances.
The Assam supply is fed mainly by the Nagas, who, having got in their crops in December, set off for the rubber forests within the drainage area of the Tareu river, where they know every tree, the knowledge being in many cases passed on from father to son. The rubber in this district is said to be growing so scarce that it often takes a man 40 days to collect a coojy load. In spite of this, the Singpho villages levy a tax on each collector. When first collected, the rubber is very pure, but the Nagas have acquired the trick of adulterating it with earth and stones, and the Assam rubber is not regarded with favor in the Calcutta market It is a sore point with the Chinese merchants that the Nagas so exhaust the capacity of the rubber to receive adulteration that there is no opening left for the exercise of their own ingenuity in the same direction.—St. Louis Globe-Dem-ocrat
The Englishman's Wit.
There was an Englishman hailing from Hull on this side tbe water recently looking at America, and,. of course, he came to Washington. He was a large man, weighing not less than 250 pounds and rising to a height of at least 6 feet 3 inches. He was, for an Englishman not yet Americanized, quite chatty and affable, after the ice was broken, albeit just a wee bit slow of wit "I'm aflull shipbuilder," he was saying to a Yankee newspaper man in a small party of journalists who were blowing him off to a few rations, wet and dry, at a foundry where such things are manufactured. "Of course you are," responded the Yankee as he measured his huge proportions and smiled. "You could scarcely make us believe you were only part of one, don't you know."
Those in hearing laughed, and tbe Englishman looked at the Yankee with a puzzled, yearning expression on his broad and honest face. "Really," he pleaded, "I beg your pardon." And then before international complications conld arise somebody called on the Englishman for a speech or something nnd the Yankee joker got away.—Washington Star.
Vex Not Yourself.
I have no heart to finish these verses or to think of you any more. Tbey say that I loved you, and I did love you— for five minutes it was, perhaps, but I did love you—and now love has faded out of it all, like the sunset from the SUOWB we used to watch together, and I have no heart to think of you any more. So take these verses, like a basket of ferns left cut over night through an early frost, with bright green leaves and bright white rime, but dead, quite dead. For I do not wish to think ill of you. I do not wish to think of you at all. "Sis fell* et sint Candida fata tibi." Vex not yourself with overmuch remembering.
Life is too short to waste on withered flowers. Time lovod as once, bat now he walks dismembering
All the fair fashion of the happy hoars.
Why should you care if lips that loved you miss you? Toars was the grace and theirs the lasting debt. Love's hoar is done. They never more can kiss you.
Bow can they chide you, then, that you forget?
—From "The Cross Beneath the Ring," by F. M. Banecke.
A Warning to Has bands.
A story is going the rounds of the English newspapers about a gentleman who, finding a smoking concert wearisome, left early and finished the evening at a musical comedy theater. He eat near the stall door, and as it was chilly be kept on his overcoat A lady in a private box by accident dropped an earring of no great value, but the trinket struck against the edge of the box front and dropped into the open top pocket of the gentleman'8 overcoat. The guileless man went home, when his wife, always carefully inclined, turned out his coat pockets. Tbe sequel to this pretty story is not told, though its moral is obvious. It is unwise, as it mean and ungallant, to go to the opera without your wife.
Aa AwfUl Idiot.
"Of all the fools I ever heard of, Jimberson is the chief." "What of Jim berson, pray?" "Because bis wife insisted that be should not stay around home while she waa cleaning house he thinks her lore for him has waned."—Indianapolis Journal.
The larynx of man is twice tbe siae, on an average, of the same organ in woman, although this disproportion is equalised by tbe fact that woman uses ber larynx a little more than twice as much as man.
Tbe Turkish language is said by scholars to be tbe softest and most musical language of modern times, being belter adapted to tbe purposes of musical notation and recitative tbaa ma tbe Italian.
TERKE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING- MAIL, JUNE 19, 1897.
Sun Spots and the Weather. '4
It was suspected a full century ago by Herschel that tbe variations in the number of sun spots had a direct effect upon terrestrial weather, and he attempted to demonstrate it by using the price of wheat as a criterion of climatic conditions, meantime making careful observation of tbe sun spots. Nothing very definite came of his efforts in this direction, the subject being far too complex to be determined without long periods of observation. Latterly, how* ever, meteorologists, particularly in the tropics, are disposed to think they find evidence of some such connection between sun spots and the weather as Herschel suspected. Indeed, Mr. Meldrum declares that there is a positive coincidence between periods of numerous suu spots and seasons of excessive rain in India.
That some such connection does exist seems intrinsically probable, but the modern meteorologist, learning wisdom of the past, is extremely cautious about ascribing casual effects to astronomical phenomena. He finds it hard to forget that until recently all manner of climatic conditions were associated with phases of tbe moon that not so very long ago showers of falling stars were considered "prognostic" of certain kinds of weather, and that the "equinoctial storm" had been accepted as a verity by every one until the unfeeling hand of statistics banished it from the earth.
Yet, on tbe other band, it is easily within tbe possibilities that the science 'of the future may reveal associations between the weather and sun spots, auroras and terrestrial magnetism that as yet are hardly dreamed of.—Henry Smith Williams, M. D., in Harper's Magazine.
Turning Negative Into a Positive.
A short time ago a developed plate was sent to the editor by one of the members of the Camera club on which the image was partly reversed—that is, instead of being a negative it was almost a positive. The cause of this is what is termed solarization—in other words, the plate was very much overexposed, and on development came out a positive instead of a negative. If a plate coated with silver salts is exposed in the camera or under a negative beyond a certain time, a change takes place in the silver salts, which results in a positive instead of a negative. This is the reason why objects which refleot light strongly show clear glass in the negative. Tbey are overexposed, and the image produced is a positive.
There are several processes by which a negative may be turned into a positive during the process of development One of tbe simplest is as follows: Expose tbe plate as for an ordinary negative and develop until tbe image may be seen distinctly on the back of tbe plate. Rinse off the developer, and place the plate in a solution made up of a quarter ounco of iodide of potassium, 2% ounces of bromide of potassium and 25 ounces of water. Let it remain in this solution from three to five minutes, wash well in running water, ynd then redevelop the plate with fresh developer, continuing tbe operation till the negative image has turned to a positive. Rinse tbe plate, fix and wash in tbe same way as for an ordinary negative. Pyro or ferrous oxalate gives the best results, but any developer may be used.
A plate thus treated may be used as a transparency.—Harper's Round Table.
A Unique Kentucky Bugle.
It is a bugle made of two iflabs of cedar about three-sixteenths of ata inch in thickness and bent into a funnel shaped horn. The bell or mouth is 18% inches in circumference. It is hooped with cowhorn rings and iron bands. The bugle is the property of Mrs. Annie Mayhall, granddaughter of the late Captain Robert Collins, who waa a soldier in tbe war of 1812-15. It was in tbe campaign of Colonel Richard M. Johnson and was at the death of Tecumseh. Captain Collins was a bugler for the regiment, and this is tbe identical 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 he waked the neighborhood for miles around with his reveille call from his bugle until hii death in 1864.—Frankfort Call.
The Decisive Reason.
First Sweettbing—So you are going to marry Lord Oldboy, mv dear? Second Sweettbing—Yes it's decided. 'I suppose you made np your mind when you heard his title was all right?" "No-o not then." "When you heard of his castles and landed estates?" "No-o." "Ah, I know. It was when you heard he had $100,000 a year income." "No it was not then." "Then, pray, when did you decide to marry the old curmudgeon?"
When I heard he bad the consumption."—New York Journal.
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New Steel Passenger Steamers
The Ores test Perfection yet attained la Boat Construction—Luxurious Equipment, ArtUtlc PurnUhlnr, Decoration and Effl^ lent .Service, Inaurfng the highest degree of
COMFORT, SPEED AND SAFETY Fous Pt* WICK BITWICN Toledo, Detroit and Mackinac
PE708KEY, "THE BOO," MABQUETTE ANO OUL.UTM. LOW RATES to Picturesque MackinacaMI Return. Including fleals and Berths. Prom Cleveland. SiS 1 fro* Toledo, fi| from Detroit, Sij fo.
DAY ANO NKJHT SERVICE.
Between Detroit and Cleveland
Connecting at Cleveland with Rariiest Trains for sil points Bast, South and Southwest snd st Detroit for all points North and Northwest. Sunday Trips Jvnt, inly, Asgust and Sept. Only*
EVERY DAY BETWEEN
Cleveland, Put-in-Bay ^Toledo
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