Bloomington Telephone, Volume 7, Number 26, Bloomington, Monroe County, 27 October 1883 — Page 5

"XJUE JBLAWDFOKD JPOJ2XC." The above is tbe title of some verses which have a pathetic history. They are familiar to the comparatively few persons who have visited Petersburg, Va., where they were penciled on the walls of old Blamlf ord Church, where stands a melancholy but picturesque ruin y the center of the battle-fields of the seigo of that old Virginia town. The verses were written by Tyrone Power, the celebrated English actor, the sole supporter of si widowed mother, who sailed from New York or England in the ship President in

September, 1841. v The ship was never heard from. The poem Is Thou art crumbling to the dust, old pile! Thou art hastening to thy fall, And round thee in thy loneliness Cling;) the ivy to the wall. The worshipers are scattered now Who met before thy shrine, And silence reigns where anthems rose In day of auld lanssyne. And sadly sighs the wondering winds Where oft in. years KOne byPrayers rose from many hearts to Him, The highest of the high; The tramp of many a heavy foot That sought thy aisles is o'er, And many a weary heart around Is still forever more, now doth ambition's hope take wing-, How droops the spirit now! We bear the distant city's din, The dead are mate below; Th enn which shone upon their eaths Now gilds their lonely graves. The sephyra which once fanned their brows. The grass above them waves. Oh! could we call the many back Who've gathered here in vain ; Who've careless roved where we do now, Who'll never meet again. Bow would our every soul be stirred To meet the earnest gaze Of the lonely and the beautiful, The lights of other days! My. Lovers. We were only shop-girls you know, and, for the matter of that, we are shopgirls still. But one day we had a little money left us just a trifle, and as we were tired to death with pleasing other people, we decided to please ourselves, and take a vacation at the beach. "For once," said Letty, "let us be grandees. Let us go in good style, if it takes every cent. Let us go as we might have gone if you hadn't been sentimental and had married Mr. Dunn." Mr. Dunn was a bachelor, immensely rich, bald and stout, and no longer young; not the lover I had dreamed of, not the realization of the "dim, sweet vision" which had haunted my thoughts for even a shop-girl has dreams and fancies. I had been greatly surprised when he asked me to marry him, and liwrx svn Daonnn ctvaaf anil Ti.tT -in mv coupe. Of course he didn't mention these things, but Letty did : and I had said, "No, thank you,n at once. What poetry could there be in. marrying Mr. Dunn? Living in luxury on Beacon street would be pleasant enough, but it would put love and romance and happiness forever out of the question, I thought. Letty disapproved, I know, and so did Mr. Dunn. "Why don't you love me?" he. asked. "Other women have;" and he smiled and blushed at the confession. "Oh, I like you very much as a friend, Mr. Dunn," I said to soften the blow. . " 'Friendship is easy enough to win, Bnt one isn't loved every day,' " he quoted. It was a pretty show at the beach, after the first excitement of arriving and unpacking had worn off; after we had gotten used to bathing, and sitting idly on the piazza with the sea rolling at our feet, or reading novels in the hammocks, or watching the flirtations and the -scheming. We didn't know anybody, you see, and there was nobody to introduce us. We talked with some of the ladies, but they seemed to have known each other before; and while they discussed this or that acquaintance, the opera of the'season past, the soirees where they had met, we naturally dropped out of conversation. Then, when there was dancing, we had no partners, and it was not exactly pleasant to play the wall-flower while others were ir the swing of everything. Letty had said, "I thin&we had better go home and use the balance of our cash in joining the Harvard Annex, and improve our mind," when one evening, as we sat forlorn on the piazza, who should -come to meet us but Mr. Dunn! I never was so glad to see anybody in my life before. He didn't seem to bear me any grudge for having refused him. He Introduced .us to all the young swells and nabobs and their sister as his particular friends ; in fact, I believe he told one of the dowagers that I had declined to become Mrs. Dunn. He didn't stay a great while; he was due somewhere else at some- . body's country placer and I was rather glad when he went; for although I had refused him, I couldn't help feeling a sort of ownership in him, and when he flirted with the other women I didn't like it. One doesn't like one's discarded lover to recover too soon, if at all. We were no longer waft-flowers; we danced and sung and rowed and bowled with the best. We were Jar. Dunn's friends. I think perhaps some of the women were even grateful to me beeause I had not married him. t However, it seeded to me that presently I forgot Mr. Dunn. Clarence Cuthbert began to fill the measure of my thoughts completely. I hardly knew

if anybody else existed. "All men be

side were to me like shadows." We

sat together secluded on the piazza, or I walked on the sands by moonlight, or strolled in the pine woods and read poetry, or sang togothor on the rooks with the surf beating at our feet. He ; seemed the embodiment of all poetry and lofty setiment and romance. He j had a voice lifee tho wind in the pines, or an iEolian harp, full of tender mean ing and deop unfathomable feelings, I believed; ho was like the lirinoesa whose lips dropped pearls and rubles of speech. He read Byron so beauti fully that one felt he would have written it all if Byron hadn't, and he had composed airs to some of Shelly's divine verses, which ho taught me to sing. Oh, it seemed to me just then as if I were a real live heroine breathing romance. About this time I happened to have a severe neuralgic headache, which confined me in my room for several days, and one evening when Letty came up to bed she said : "I don't know if I were going to marry one or tho other, but I should prefer Mr. Dunn-to Cuthbert." "How disagreeable you are, Letty !" I said, "You had better come to bed." "Mr. Dunn is sincere, at least, if he is bald," she pursued, "and he isn't so dreadful bald, either." "Well, Clarence isn't bald at all." "No, but he's going on with Miss Erskine as if you didn't exist strolling in the woods, looking into her eyes, and repeating poetry. She showed me some lines he had written to her, and I believe they were the very same he composed to you, only brown eyes were changed to blue." "Letty, I don't belive a word of it. It's only her vanity and your jealousy. See these exquisite ,roses he sent me, and this delicious note." 9 "I should think it was a recipe from Miss Parloa. Miss Erskine wore a finer bunch red Jacqueminots, a dollar apieee-r-in to dinner." "I don't value mine acoording to the price; .they re Marsnal JNieis, too. XI he hid sent me a bunch of buttercups they'd be as precious. But you don't deserve to read the note, and you shan't." "I don't want to. I dare say it's the fac-simile Of Miss Erskine's." "Letty," I said, severely, don't speak again to me to-night." Of course I thought it- was all non sense. 1 didn t want uiarence to oe moped when I was out of sight, and not able to speak to a soul. I wanted him to make himself as fascinating as possible to the other girls. To be sure, I made believe to be jealous of Miss Erskine playfully, when I went down stairs again, and pouted about it; and he said, just I knew he would, that Miss Erskine was a nice person, who threw herself at a man's head, however, and demanded attentions ; and her ogre of a mother was so afraid somebody would marry her for her money that it was a great lark to scare the old lady a little ; but a& for falling in love Avith Miss Erskine, especially when another person was in the world, that was simply im possible. After they got up some private theatricals for a charity, and Clarence had to take the part of Miss Erskine's lover, and although he acted it to perfection, it wasn't pleasant. Mrs. Erskine didn't like it, either. "It looks too real," she said. "They would be poor actors if it didn't," I said. "Why, he's kissing her!" she cried. "It's only a stage kiss," I assured her. It did seem to me that he rather over did the part. "I made desperate love," said he, afterward, "just because that old harridan was looking on. I knew you would understand. Kissed her? Yes, I kissed her; she seemed to expect it such a dose!" "But you needn't have kissed her at rehearsal!" "True! that didn't occur to me. Live and learn." I was siting on the beach one morning a little later wacn mrs. JiirKsme, watching Clarence and Miss Erksine swimming among the breakers. "I do wish Bose would come in," said her mother, fretfully. "I'm afraid shell get fond of this Mr. Cuthbert, they're thrown together so much," I gave a little start. "All the young ladies seem to be perfectly wild about, the fellow ; but I do wash he wouldn't make love to Bose, and make her believe she's so irresistible. Perhaps if she hadn't a fortune I should believe in him more. You ought to thank your stars, Miss Linda, that yoifre a portionless girl, and your lovers are all disinterested." "Mrs. Erskine," said I, "I will tell you something. You needn't give yourself any uneasiness about Mr. Cuthbert's intentions. I am engaged to Mr. Cuthbert. It hasn't come out yet" "Let us congratulate you, my dear Miss Linda," said she, and she really kissed my cheek. "My heart feels light. You can't tell how I've been to my wits end to keep Bose under my eye. and out of harm's way. Mr. Cuthbert is so taking! But now I may take my ease with the other chaperons. Thank you for the confidence, dear. I really feel as if you had done me a favor; and Mr. Cuthbert's a real hero of romance,

HHIHIiaill III II IIIIIIIHIII IlimWItll Jliltll imiliBBI-ffl after all, with no mercenary feelings." Now, if Mr. Dunn had fancied Bose, I should have had no misgivings." "I don't think Clarence is fond of money, or he never would havo thought of me," I said. "Well, I dare say; only I can't tell you how much I'm obliged to yon. I shall always regard you as a friend." This was a little different from the way she turned upon me one day, a

month later, whon, having returned from a steamboat excursion with a large party from the house, it was found that Clarence and Miss Erskine were missing. "I am going back with Miss Erskine for her sun-umbrella," he had said to mo on the boat. "She left it on a bench in the park, and I can't let her go alone, you know, If we lose this boat there's another an hour later." But the next boat did not bring them. Mrs. Erskine spent most of the niglii down at the wharf with some companions, and when I went down stairs next morning, she was still in her excursion dress with dishevelled hair, and holding an open letter. "See what you've done," she said, giving me the letter. "You engaged to him ! You ! You connived at this, you hypocrite!" "Dear Mamma." (wrote Rose) "Don't be anxious aboutus. Clarence and I went immediately to the churcli at Beverly Springs, and were married before your boat reached tho wharf. I knew you'd never consent, and it's so much more romantic to elope. "Affectionately your daughter. "Rose Cjjthbert." There was a note for me, too, very brief: "I love you, Linda, but 'Would the flame that we're bo rich in Light a fire in the kitchen. Or the little god of love turn the spit?' That's my only excuse for being a knave." Letty and I returned to our work. It would have been better for us if we had never tried to make acquaintance with the world of the idle and happy, never tried to become a part of it. Wo had spent our trifle of money foolishly enough, and had gained a bitter expe rience, uut alter awmie x was surprised to find that I didn't feel as blightened as I expected didn't have brain fever or nervous prostration, like my favorite heroines. I began to think that my love for Clarence -had been only skin-deep after all. I had been taken with his debonair graces; I had made no acquaintance with his soul. I began to compare him with Mr. Dunn, to Clarence's discredit. It was rather late in the day, to be sure, to appreciate Mr. Dunn. But I fell to thinking of him every day. I watched for him every evening, and started whenever the door-bell rang. "After all," said Letty, one day, throw ing down the evening paper, "it was lucky you didn't marry Mr. Dunn." "Why?" I asked. "Oh, he has managed to lose all his money all but an annuity." He had said to me once that if ever I changed my mind, if ever I thought I could love him, perhaps I would let him know, and I had promised I would. "He will never ask me again to marry him,"I thought and so I kept my promise. Every day I thought as I left my work, "I shall find him waiting for me at home." Every morning when the postman came up the street my heart beat double; but at the end of a fortnight nothing had happened. One summer night, after the day's work was over, Letty and I were resting in our little parlor that opened upon the oldfashioned garden, in Roxbnry, with its hollyhocks and lovc-liesjbleeding and London pride for I forgot to tell you this was a little place which had been left to us, with the trifle of money we squandered so foolishly, and from which we went in and out of to our work in the city, being unable to let it. It was a warm night, and we had lighted no lamps, and the fire-flies were groping among the rose bushes outside, where the trees made a soft shade, and the scent of the flowers blew in at the open window. As the twilight droned down and the stars trembled through the leaves I saw Mr. Donn open 'the gate and come slowly up the garden. I could not be mistaken. I had watched for him too long to be deceived. I flew to the open door, but nobody rang. Then I threw it wide open, and there was no one-to be seen. I ran down the garden path, but met nobody. "Oh, Letty," I cried, returning to the parlor "oh, Letty, he is dead he is dead!" "Who's dead, for pity's sake ?" "Mr. Dunn, Letty." "Mr. Dunn ?tAnd what is that to you?" "What is that to me, Letty? Why, it is everything to me. I saw him coming up the garden path, and the garden is empty. I couldn't be mistaken don't I know every turn of his head" "I congratulate you on your discovery," said Letty. "It is rather late isn't it, to find out that Mr. Dann is everything to you?" "Better late than never," said a voice at my elbow, and Mr. Dunn's arms were about me. I had left the hall door open in my alarm.

"I was going.a,way to seek my fortune in Australia to-morrow," he explained, still holding me fast; "but I could not go without one last glimpse of you, Linda. I didn't mean to come in. I ought not to havo como in." "Oh, yes, yes," I cried. "I only meant to see you, if possible, moving about your pleasant home, I standing alone in the dusky garden oatside, only to know that you were safe and happy once more. I was disappointed to find the house so dark, and stepped back into the street. I could hardly make up my mind to go away, and while I hesitated Miss Letty lighted a lamp, and I came back in time to hear your confession." "And you are going to Australia tomorrow?" I said. "We will defer the trip long enough to buy tickets for tw o," he answered. I said we wore shop-girls still, and so Ave are ; that is, I resign my situation tomorrow in favor of Rose Cuthbert, whose husbaud has required only a year in which to lose her fortune. Yesterday I received the letter I Avrote to Mr. Dunn frou the Dead-letter office. I had just directed it to "Mr. Dunn, Boston," as if there waa only one Mr. Dunn in the world. When I look in his face, I wonder I could ever have believed romance and he had parted company.

HOW A CERTAXX HLONHE EXSAAUED a irxaii. With two ladies in my boat, I was fishing for perch in Detroit river, when one of the fair ones, having a sharp tug on Wier line, pulled up quickly, and a three-pound pickerel (not hooked at all) following the minnow bait with a tremendous rush, leaped fairly and, squarely into the lap of the charming fisherwonian. There was, of course, some energetic screaming just about that time, and the fish evidently feeling out of his element, and disgusted with his reception, flopped back into the water before 1 could secure him, to the intense relief, however, of his blonde charmer, and the loud regret of the brunette safe in the other end of the boat. Although much flustrated, our blonde friend promptly threw her hook in again, when, lo and behold, the same sharp bite, the same quick jerk by the lady, and the same pickerel unless I was much mistaken came shooting into the boat, some six inches behind the minnow, this time falling at his charmer's feet, which, of course, with frantic haste and screams were quickly withdrawn. I secured the fish as he was, to all appearances, bound to oiler himself to the handsome blonde, and as we caught no more of his species, either before or after, it is, of course, fair to infer it was one and the same pickerel. Correspondence Forest and Stream. FALSE MODESTY. "Did you know Miss Birdie McHenipen, who 'as in Austin, last winter, and the guest of Col. Boomerang?" asked one society youth of another. "I've seen her, but was not personally acquainted with her." "Well, she was a curious kind of a female. She had such peculiar ideas. For instance, she seemed to think that balls and parties were given in order that ladies might show their shoulders to the public." "Did she say that?" "So, she clidn't say that precisely, but one evening she appeared at a party, and she kept her shawl on in the room, although it was very warm. I offered to remove her shawl, but she blushed, and said she couldn't think of it for a moment, because she didn't have a lownecked dross on. It hadn't come back from the wash, so she had to wear a high-necked dress that came up to her throat." Texas Sifting s. THE JFJtOG- A yj) THE Til A VSCZEIt. A Traveler who had taken a seat near a Waterfall would have greatly en. joyed the mighty roar but for th croaking of a Frog near by. At length he rose up in great wrath and assaulted the croaker with a club. "How inconsistent yon are," cried the abused Frog, as he wiped the blood ofj his ear. "Thjs.Waterfall makes a million times more noise than I do, and yet you turn upon me !" "True," replied the Traveler, as ha threw the Frog an oilskin to keep off the dampness, "but you should remember that the dividing line between grandeur and disgust is drawn at the scrape of a fiddle and the howling of a dog." Moral : It is everything in being a waterfall. Detroit Free Press. BUTTE 11ED EGOS. "What are buttered eggs?" inquired the reporter. "Somewhat of a fancy article, I imagine, because but few are sold. There are old women in this city who get from the authorities the right to keep hens. These they keep in the cock-loft of the house, and keep boys watching them until they lay an egg. No sooner is it layed than it is dipped in melted butter, and the shell, which is yet wanu and susceptible, absorbs the flavor of the butter, and ihey are said to be very line. They bring from 60 to SO cents a dozen. Neio York Journal.

DRAMATIC ANJO MUSICAZ. Minnie Maddern is called "the kerra-cotta blonde." The Carrie Stanley company collapsed in Paris, Kyt Jane Coomb 3 wdl tour the country in "Divorce" and "Pique." Lester Wallace is irecovering from a severe attack of rheumatic gout. Clara. Morris has grown actually robvieti S$ meh fa houLivok i'idmg, Capoux, the tenor, declares that he will never marry "nevare, no nevare." H. B. Norman, au actor in Modjeska's company, died suddenly in Philadelphia. Annie Pixley played a brilliant and extraordinary engagement in Philadelphia. JohnMcCoxlough was called before the curtain ten times during a performance in Chicago. Mrs. Agnes Boucicault has been added to the company of the Fifth Avenue theater. Mrs. James J. Prior, a member of Maggie Mitchell's company, did suddenly at Boston a few days ago. Lotta has received offers of engagements from several English managers, and will probably play in London next spring. Brooks & Dickson have engaged Ristori for a tour of this country during 188-4-5. She will be supported by an American company. Mrs. Langtry says the ancient party who will accompany her on her next American tour is her mother. The United States has no charms for Mr. Langtry. The late William E. Burton, the famous Toodles, left two daughters, Rose and Celia. The latter married Stephen Massett's son, and a few days ago Rose waa declared iusane, and is now in a lunatic asylum. Mr. Charles Barnard, in the Critic, endeavors to show that the theater is simply a publishing house, and that unknown authors should share with theatrical managers he risk of putting their works on the stage. Lawrence Barrett as Francesca da Rimini continues to draw crowded houses. It is not tco much to say that "Francesca da Rimini" has been, so far, the solid dramatic success of the season. New York Home Journal. John McCcllogh has abandoned all

intention of producing the play of "Meninon," the manuscript of which he purchased two years ago. In the first place he caunot see the benefit of risking a new play when he finds the standard plays of his present repertoire sufficiently popular with the public, and in the second place, he soon found that it would take a fortune to properly produce the play. A number of Cambridge (Mass.) clergymen have refused to take part in a local lecture course because it includes an operatic performance. Some of the ministers have preached on the subject, and one of them, in a sermon, intimated that all who saw the opera would be "cast into that all-consuming pit in which all who do not believe will be burned to a crisp, there not being sufficient left as food for worms." Miss Kellogg's first appearance on the stage took place when she was a child 5 or C years of age, at a juvenile concert in Birmingham. She sang a song entitled and ending, "Who will buy my roses red?" and, as she uttered the last line, at the same time holding forth the flowers, Thomas M. Newson, then editor of the Daily Journal, exclaimed: "I will buy them," and placed a bright, new silver coin in the hands of the half-frightened young singer. The refusal of Maggie Mitchell to play on Sunday night in Cincinnati sets a good example to other stars. A day and night of rest are needed by professionals as well as other people, and it is unfair that they should be expected by the people of Western cities to act without cessation during their engagements in that section. Entirely aside from the question of morality or piety, the M irror' believes that Sunday should be set apart by the profession as a time for recuperation after the work of the week. Mr. Living's engagement in New York, beginning on Oct. 29, at the Star theater, will last till Nov. 24. He will subsequently visit twenty-nine cities of the United States and Canada, as follows : Philadelphia, Boston, Baltimore, Brooklyn, Chicago, St. Louis, Cincinnati, Columbus, Springfield, Indianapolis, Milwaukee, Grand Rapids, Detroit, Toledo, Cleveland, Toronto, Hamilton, Pittsburgh, Washington, Lancaster, Harrisburg, Scrantpn Rochester, Syracuse, Utica, Troy, Albany, Montreal and Pbrtlaud. He makes two visits to Chicago and the same to New York. Mrs. Harriet W. Leyiok obtained an uncontested divorce in the Supreme .oiirt from hor husband, Oustavus iitivick, the well-known actor. The ar ties were married in this city, Feb. 9, l 09, and lived together in Boston a; d New York until July 11, 1378, wuen, from repeated assaults and'

abusive treatment the libellant left the respondent and has not lived with him since, nor has she seen him. The parties were residing in Njw York when the libellant left her husband, and she has been living with her parents in Boston since then with her little daughter. The libellant was given the custody of the child. Boston Teltgranu In the revival of "FrouFrou," which, is the present passion of Paris, Sarah Bernhardt wore first, a Pompadour satin overskirt, white satin bouillon skirt to match, the who"le trimmed with ruched edges of cardinal velvet Second, a honeycombed velvet princess dress, trimmed with svransdown, over a white laced skirt, embroidered in white jet. Third, an old-gold plush dinner dress and large visite to match, lined and'turned up with crimson satin. Foi&th, a brown plr;sh dress, with white applique, over a lace skirt with golden !?relote. Fifth, a gray silk over an Ottoman velvet skirt, profusely ornamented with velvet flowers. Mme. Sarah Bernhardt is going to play Lady Macbeth. "It is the only thing I have not doae," she avers; Meanwhile, as a preparation, she but-' rounds herself with "brindled cats.1 The st jvje of Porte St. Martin swarms with them while Mmo, Sarah is rehearsing. They share her meals. It came about in litis way, according to the London Globe : While the great actress was rehearsing "Frou Frou she had not much time to attend to her meals, and supped on the stage. Every evening the cat belonging to the theater came to pick u the crumbs. Mme. Sarah ended by waiting for the cat, and and the latter, not being selfish, gradually brought her companions and neighbors.

TOO MANY DOCTORS. Witness the large number of doctors in every city struggling for mere existence, md see how very few Qut of tho whole number really do the work. See how in almost every country village a good practice for two or three men is piecemealed by sharp and often acrimonious competition, to the detriment of all. It would seem that in a calling so high, so noble, so sacred, men fit for such ministry should be sought for; but the great ..question of the young graduate is not, "Who wants me?" but "Who will employ me?" not "Who needs me?" but "Where can I get a living?" In the case of four physicians dying, each in a country village, during the last year, I am credibly informed that in one instance two, in another three, in the thir3 five and in the fourth case seven new men came to look the fteld over within ten days after the. doctor's death, sometimes before the burial. In cne case ten attended the funeral, and in s.nother the widow had three letters from aspirants for the vacant place while the dead body of her husband stfll lay in the house. It is a hackneyed saying, with which too many ears are tickled, that "there is always room for good men." "Applied to- the present condition of our profession, it is false. Were only good men and the best men admitted, it would undoubtedly b$ true. But .all over the land, in city and country, are well-educated, cultivated gentlemen, honest and loyal, striving in vain to se- -cure a competence yes, a bare living even and too often is disappointment mingled with shame end mortification at the success of ignorant and unprincipled rivals. I have said that the evil results of the excess in numbers are manifold. It leads to over-practice and to bad practice. The man who is hard pushed, who has few patients and needs more, is tempted to make much of little, to magnify the importance of his cases, both in his own mind and to his patrons; to make uncalled-for visits, and to give too much medicine; an unnecessary medication ceases to be ra-. tional. Patients are injured in mind and body. The community is injured by teaching the people to attach undue importance to trivial diseases, and to overestimate the value of treatment therein. Legitimate, honest practice suffers in reputation; money is obtained under false pretenses. New York Medical JRecord, POSITION ZY A SZBEJPHrG-CAIt, There has been some discussion as to whether a person lying in a sleepingcar should place his feet toward the locomotive or the reverse. The matter was discussed in the British Medical Journal nearly a year ago, and the weigLt of evidence seemed in favor oi painting the feet to the locomotive. Tho more important question as affecting a larger number of people oi sitting with their back to the loconw tivo was also discussed, and the habit was universally condemned, and cases given in support of the opinion. One man who traveled about 48,000 miles a year in that position became extremely i I with a nervous affection, and got well after he had given up the habit. His doctor believes that persons who travel much by rail should "take all sorts of positions." But he considers that the hurry and worry caused by efforts not to miss, trains is productive of more evil thaix all other causes.