Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 28, Number 40, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 April 1898 — Page 6

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THE DAY THAT SUMMER DIED.

The day that summer died we saw a change Creep slowly o'er the Bunshine of her face— A fleeting beauty, dim and wholly strange.

Unlike the brightness of her earlier grace. j-flfWe felt a chill in every breeze that blew And saw across the meadows green and wide ^§£f§ A veil of frost that silvered all the dew—

The day that summer died.

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The day that summer died a red leaf fell From out the maple's green and stately crest, And all the slender fern leaves in the dell

In robes of white and palest gold dreasod. A late rose shed ita petals one by one,

The poplar stirred its trembling leaves and sighed, A glowing dahlia blossomed in the son—

The day that summer died.

The day that summer died the forest stream Crept forth to catch the bluenessof the aides, The hills grew dim and hazy as a dream

Or like a vision viewed by tearful eyes. A growing shedow, chill and vaguely drear, Swept o'er the landscape like a rising tide, And winter's footsteps sounded all too near—

Th# day that summer died. —Emma Q. Weston in Youth's Companion.

SOMEBODY'S UNCLE.

I must confess to a weakness for sales, although I haven't, as far as loan remember, ever yet made a bargain. Every time I go along the High street I feel that I must have a peep into the auction rooms.

I went In one evening not long ago. Like the juggins that 1 am, I began marking the catalogue for things that took my fancy.

I oame across a picture in one corner— to be correct it was an oil portrait and bore underneath the words "Old Bill. "Mighty old, too," I thought, for the faco was a perfect network of wrinkles, although the picture appeared to be rather new. I looked at the nose a little too long perhaps anyhow I got the idea that it was the image of my own. I'm rather proud of my own nose, by the way. It's the "family" nose, I'm told, although the family doesn't appear to have done any* thing great with it as far as I can trace. I dlmmod my gaze to blot out the wrinkles on tho face, and I discovered that the mouth was also my own. Good I It must be an ancestor of mine.

I felt a big thrill of joy. An ancestor was the very thing I wanted. Ono thing, however, rather disillusioned me—I didn't like the name Old Bill. Ancestors who kept coal sheds or took in washing are not worth running after, and If I had ono at all I preferred one with a decent vein of blood. Tho very next moment I felt like kicking myself. I recollected that this was the man that all my slstors had so wished to get a trace of—Old Bill, of course. Why, my old dad had mentioned him scores of times I They wero brothors—Uncle Bill—William in conversation—yes, yes. Ho was a bit recent for an ancestor, oertainly, bub I only needed to get tho picture. I could do the rest. As soon as I could find out that he was really worth knowing I meant to be very proud of him.

I wns on tho point of coming away just thon when

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dainty desk caught my

oyo. On turning round again I found that a girl was looking hard at my undo. As sho happened to bo a very pretty girl, with tho daintiest chin imaginable, I didn't hurry awny. On the contrary, I should think I spent quito a few minutes taking in the nico curves of her figure. She had the sweetost littlo mouth that ever I saw.

Sho looked sidoways at my uncle for fully five minutes, after which she spoke to a frosty old lady beside h6r, and her words were so astounding as to call mo to my senses. "Yes," she said decisively, "I'm euro It's he. Dear old Undo Bill!"

This was interesting. "Dear old Uncle Bill!" What did she know about Undo Bill? However, I vowed on tho instant that as long as I might say Bill as prettily as she did I'd never say William again. But I was puzzled.

Evidently tho girl had a stray uncle roaming about somowhore and had picked out my relntivo by mistako. Well, I would travel down tomorrow and buy the picture, and if sho liked to oomo and look at it in my sitting room sho might do so with pleasure. I rather liked tho idea of her sitting in my big armohair looking sidoways at Old Bill.

Thero was quito a crowd in the auction room nest day. I didn't liko to appear anxious to havo tho picture but, as a matter of fact, I was anxious, for I had raked out an old letter of tho governor's which said that Bill had just been made county chairman or something of tho sort and was going to sit for his portrait. This was ovldently tho identical one—moybo worth a tidy bit.

Somebody started the bidding at £1— rather a low price, but then tho stupids took him for an ordinary person.

I yolled, "Thirty shillings!" and a voice oloso behind mo said, "Thirty-five!" "Forty!" said I, and again the voice followed, thistimo with "Forty-five!" "Three pounds!" I next called, for I wanted to get tho business over quickly.

I heard somebody complaining as the auotioneor called, "Going!" and turned to find tho pretty girl of yesterday looking angrily at mo. "What does ho want with It?" sho mid, balf crying and speaking to the frosty lady besido hor. "My uncle's pioture can't interest him!"

Now this was a little more than I oould bear, and I looked as hurt as I possibly could on so short a notioe. I oould see that she really believed the pioture to be that of her own uncle. "I beg your pardon, madam," I said, bowing. "I am simply bidding for the portrait of my uncle." "Your uncle?" she said stiffly, with flushed faco. "I'm afraid you aro much mistaken. That is my unclei"

It sounded so absurd that I was almost inolined to laugh, but I could not be made a fool before a crowd of people. I put on a very firm expression and said: "My dear young lady, I'm afraid you do not know"— "Sir!" She stopped me, and her month quivered. "You're extremely rude! I know perfectly well what I am saying. I toll you that is the portrait of my uncle." "It is my uncle!" was on my lips, but I refrained from speaking and turned to the auctioneer. By this time, however, the picture had been knocked down to another bidder.

I felt almost angry. It was positively aggravating, after dropping on this most rare of uttclee, to have him torn from my grasp in this manner.

Somehow felt a bit of a toftft when I heard the girl crying, but buoyed myself up with the conviction that mine was a just and righteous cause, and that in contesting for the age stained relic of the family nose I was, in a something sense, a beam.

I detcmined to call on the auctioneer the next day and find out who had bought ^It^had beau knocked down to a man! Pwowr, In Century.

named Smith, and the buyer had paid the money and taken the picture vi?Jth, hlpj. That was all I could discover.

Jtiet at this time Jenk, our family doctor, invited me to his birthday party. Jenk and myself were old pal's, and as he informed me that several of my chums would be there, I accepted the invitation.

I was in for a big surprise, however. I had hardly got into the hall when what shonld I clap my eyes on but that very picture. It was hanging, somewhat renovated, by a gold wire in the cozy parlor.

Then as I stepped into the zoom I heard a pretty voice say: "Ob, doctor! Why, that's uncle! Oh, I am so glad! I thought that horrid"—

Now, you may guess I was surprised when I heard that voice. Jenk cangbt sight of me. "Hello, old fellow," be said. Stewart, this is an old friend of mineMr. Gordon."

Her face was a picture as she turned to me. I guessed instantly who-the "horrid" was. She did not seem to be reconciled to me, but I felt if I oould get into her good graces I might explain to her that she was laying claim to my only anoestor. I couldn't help noticing that she was even prettier than I had thought.

We were eventually left alone, for which I have to thank Jenk. He's a very good fellow in that way.

For a little while she did not speak. Then when I asked her to let us be friends she looked up shyly and slowly put out her hand. I was overjoyed to find that she took in the situation without an explanation, though I would have liked to explain.

However, I took the first opportunity of getting Jenk into a corner and telling him my story. He seemed surprised and simply said he had taken a fancy to the picture. It seemed reasonable enough for bim to say this, but the moment he had spoken I felt that be had been gulling me. In some way I formed an opinion that he had brought us two there solely on account of the picture, and when we sat down to supper my suspicions were confirmed.

"Well, Miss Stewart," be began reproachfully, "I didn't think you were capable of playing such a triok upon me. I really didn't."

She looked up surprised and gave suoh an innocent little laugh that I felt tempted to punch Jenk's bead, for I feltf certain he was alluding to the picture. "Why, whatever have I done, dootor?" she said. Two tiny dimples were in her cheeks, and her eyes peeped merrily from under their long lashes.

My fist clinched. "It's too bad," said Jenk in an apparently much injured tone.

,4After

getting interested in your story of y«ur unole's portrait I find that you have been laughing at me that the unole isn't yours at all, but Gordon's."

My doom was sealed, I knew, as he uttered those words. The smile died out of her face and the look she gave me made my head dizzy. We were friends no longer. It was war to the knife.

If I was deeply in love with her Before, I was insanely so now. I came upon her alone later in the evening. I hung on to the beliof at that moment that another explanation would smooth over things. Instead she almost flew out of my sight. Ij was in the parlor, and that old humbugf4f an uncle faoed me as she flew away. Why I didn't pulverize his wrinkled face then and there I don't know, but I must have been very near it.

In another hour the party would break up, and do what I would I couldn't find a moans of our becoming reconciled. After passing an hour of torture cudgeling my brains, I stepped into the hall to find Miss Stewart on tho point of departing.

The man who was to drive her home had just finished his whisky when bis eye lighted on tho pioture. He looked hard and softly aM squinted and finally slapped his leg and ohuckled.

I glanced at Miss Stewart, %ho stood in the doorway, and was met by a defiant look that had a touch of triumph in it. Our thoughts wero evidently in the same direction. We each expected to establish our olalm now by the evidence of the coaohman. l\o doubt be reoognized "Old Bill." "Well, if that ain't a licker!" he said, squinting and looking again. "You know him perhaps, do you?" asked Miss Stewart, clutching the man's arm. "Know him?" said the man, with a grin. "I think 1 does! Why, dash me, that's my old undo!"

I think if I had had a mallet in my band at that moment nothing could have prevented me from banging his skull.

I gripped bim like a vise, and Miss Stewart and I oxclalmed together, "Your uncle?" "Ah!" he said, with an astonished nod. "My old unole—old Bill! Ah!" he repeated. 'E'swaitin outside, too,Rooking after the ole pony!"

His old unole—waiting outside—looking after the old pony! I oould hardly believe my ears.

But when be brought in his relative there was no doubt of bis claim. The gray whiskered, tousled old fellow was like the portrait as two oranges are like one another. "There y'are,"he said—"that's 'tail" And he gave another grin. "Why, Bill," be said,.bowling in the old man's ear, "it's no more'n two years since that chap painted it, is it—eh, Bill? 'E never turned up with the 50 pun we wus goln to 'ave when it went In the 'cademy—oh, Bill?"

And that was the dismal ending—old Bill was alive and kicking, and (he family nose was a fraud.

I don't know bow it oame about or what was said, but I know that I walked home with Mils Stewart, and I remembered that the porch of her house was dark when we parted.—Answers. 1

EohoM In UM&moUk Cav*. Our guide asks us to keep dlent. Then, lifting the heavy, broad paddle with which be has been propelling our boat, be strikes with ail his strength the flat side on the surface of the water. Instantly the subterranean thunders of this underworld are let loose. From all directions come rolling waves of sound, multiplied a thousandfold, receding and again returning with increasing volume, lingering for many seconds, and finally dying away in sweet, faraway melodies. Then, when the last faint sounds have ceased, he agitates the water with bis paddle and asks us to listen. The receding waves, reaching cavities in the sides of the overhanging archee, break the stillness with sweet, bell like sounds. Some notes, striking the keynote of the rocks, multiply the musical melody. Some notes are soft and low, others are loud, almost with an alarm bell clangor. This music, such as cannot be heard else* where on earth, gradually dies away In receding echoes, coming over the waters from faraway, bidden chambers.—"The Mammoth Cave of Kentucky," by John

Things That.Annoy the Sick. Hothing is 'gained and much time that is very valuable is wasted by ai lowing ourselves to become nervous and unable to be of the slightest use in the sickroom.

Although we may consider a person too ill to be aware of what is taking place about him, be is sometimes fully cognizant of the merest trifles and always more or less susceptible to any and all things going on. For that reason conversation about the condition of the patient carried on in w^spers or in any mysterious manner should be avoided and an air of quiet cheerfulness always maintained. Iff-

Notbing is so annoying as to be con tinually asked if we do not wish the pillows changed, the bedclothes straightened, the blinds closed or opened, some nourishment brought, or any small de tails attended to. Better by far to sen for oneself and do quietly without disturbing the patient. Particularly if be is disposed to sleep do not at onoe get a newspaper of the kind that has the greatest possible amount* of rattle in it and seat yourself in a rooking chair re gardlesa of the possible effect it may have upon the nervous condition of your friend.

When it is time for nourishment or medicine, be prompt to give it, but always without talking over it too much, and if it is the bitter cup that is to be prescribed have something agreeable to follow and a cheery word. If it is the food or broth, have it prepared outside the sickroom and brought quietly, and, above all, in an attractive form, bearing in mind that a little, daintily presented, will be much more acceptable and partaken of with more benefit than a larger quantity.—New York Ledger.

Horace Greeley as an Orator. Mr. Greeley was not an orator in any soholastio sense. He had a poor and somewhat sqneaking voice, he knew nothing of gestures, and he oould not take an orator's pose, which adds suoh emphasis sometimes to the matter and argument to be set forth. Not all his years of praotice on the platform and on publio occasions ever changed his habits and methods as a speaker, and he ended as poorly equipped in the respeots named for the vocation as when he began But he had one prime quality, without whioh all the others are exploited in vain. He invariably had something to say, and he said it in suoh olear and wholesome English with such sincerity that he was an orator in spite of all the rules.

To state it briefly, of all the eminent speakers I have introduced—and more than onoe—there was not one who gave better satisfaction, different and notable as they were, than Horace Greeley. As a consequence, he came to me oftenest and wore the best. We might or might not agree with some of his peouliar premises, as when he says, "The moment a drop of alcohol is received into the human -tomaoh that moment the stomaoh recognizes a deadly enemy," but he set his audience thinking and illuminated his theme.—Joel Benton in Harper's Magazine.

Archbishop Temple.

Speaking of Archbishop Temple in the Lambeth conference, The St. James Gazette says: "It is well known that the utmost good feeling and unanimity prevailed at that historic gathering, but it is not perhaps surprising that some of the exotic prelates were at first a little astonished at the blunt, plain spoken straightforwardness of the archbishop. No doubt sometimes their lordships were told exaotly what they had to do and how they were to do it with an absence of oironmlocution whioh was entirely new to them, and one of the American bishops summed up bis feelings upon the perhaps rather more than military decision of the present successor of St Augustine in a highly successful epigram. 'I love that old man,' he said, with the characteristic Yankee drawl whioh even bishops upon the other side of the Atiantio rarely quite lose,'but if he behaved like that in my country he would be shot.'

He Couldn't Plow.

A certain incident connected with the great Napoleon while he was in exile in £lba is commemorated in the island to this hour by an inscription affixed to the wall of a peasant's house.

A man named Giaooni was plowing when the famous exile came along one day and expressed an interest in his work. Napoleon even took the plowshare out of the man's hand and attempted to guide it himself. But the oxen refused to obey bim, overturned the plow and spoiled the furrow.

The inscription runs thus: "Napoleon the Great, passing by this place in MDOCCXJLV, took in the neighboring field a plowshare from the bands of a peasant and himself tried to plow, but the oxen, rebellious to those bands wbioh yet had guided Europe, beadlong fled from the furrow."—Youth's Companion.

A SncBB—fnl Authors**.

Returned Tourist—By the way, Mrs. De Beauti, I have not seen your oharming daughter since my return. When 1 left, die had determined, to submit her first novel to the Heigbton Magazine. Has she been successful in her literary aspirations?

Mrs. De Beauti—Perfectly. She marfled the editor.—New York Weekly.

Abbreviation*.

Tbe St Louis Star is greatly worried because tbe Boston Globe abbreviates the word "president." We notice tbat Tbe Star abbreviates the word "saint" In the name of its own town. Why isn't saint entitled to as much respect as a presiden t?—Boston Glob*.

Hobo is a common weed among tbe Sioux or Dakota Indians. Tbey use the word In referring to yoimg men wbo have nothing to da An old chief will correct AJSOD for any snch tendencies by saying, *You aot like a boba"

TBBBJfi HAUTE SATU 1{JAY ^VJiJS IN« MA Ilf? APRIL 2, 1898.

Very Politely Put.

Several clergymen buarded a street car in Boston one day, and one of them hearing that Wendell Phillips was in the car got up and asked the conductor to point bim out The concinctor did so, and the minister, going up to the orator, said: "You are Mr. Phillips, I am told.' "Yes, sir." "I should like to speak to you about something, and I trust, six, you will not be offended!" "There is no fear of it," was the sturdy answer, and then the minister began to ask Mr. Phillips earnestly-why he persisted in stirring up such an unfriendly agitation in one part of the country about an evil that existed in another part "Why," said tbe clergyman, "do you not go sonth and kick up this fuss and leave the north in peace?"

Mr. Phillips was not in the'least ruffled, and answered smilingly: You, sir, I presume, are a minister of the gospel?" "I am. sir," said the clergyman. "And your calling is to save souls from hell?" "Exactly, sir." "Well, then, why don't you go there?"—San Francisco Argonaut.

The Chain Gang.

"Those gentlemen who are attired in the peouliar uniform tbat fancy ascribes to tbe pirate and freebooter,'' says an old timo Wasbingtonian, "now known as tho 'chain gang,' do not belong to a modern institution, as it is generally supposed. While it may be anew oustorn in some parts of tbe country to work tbe offenders of munioipal law on the streets tbe custom has prevailed in this oity for about three-fourths of a oentury. The corporation of Washington established tbe asylum in 1821, and the male inmates of tbe penitentiary department were ordered to report for work on tbe streets Nov. 23, 1823. The asylum, or poor and work bouse, was located then on tbe square bounded by M, N, Sixth and Seventh streets northwest, and in tbe early days those placed in the gang were so small in number as to attraot no attention. I do not think that any attempt to place the offenders in the black and white stripes was made till long after the asylum was moved to tbe banks of the Anacostia, about 1846."—Washington Star.

An Argument.

"No, sir," said the clergyman who was being criticised for not treating ourrent questions with more emphasis. "I decline to become an advocate on any side of the question you suggest.'

But a number of people expeot it of

"My dear sir, my mission is to help prepare people for life in the next world, is it not?" "Certainly." "Well, you cannot possibly convinoe me that there is any politics in heaven." —Detroit Free Press.

The Earth Not finoagh.

Old Scrooge—Does a man's lawfnl title to his real estate extend up to the sky as well as down to the center of the earth?

Lawyer—Certainly. Old Scrooge—Then as soon as they g$t these new airships in running order I'm going to put up a toJlgate on tbe patch of sky over my house and oolleot from every balloonatio that trespasses.

London Tit-Bits.

Straight On.

"Woman," the orator shouted, "once her feet are on the path of progress, will go straight on."

And the unvooalized words of the thought wave tbat ran through tho vast assembly were: "Will her hat?"—Cincinnati Enquirer.

Warning.

While I was resting today in the park my hair was cut off by an unknown person. All persons are warned against buying it. Hans Adolar, Poet and Composer.— Fliegende Blatter.

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