Bloomington Telephone, Volume 7, Number 33, Bloomington, Monroe County, 22 December 1883 — Page 7

TO CORRESPONDENTS.

jMiiwimw w warn imix ihiwhto uq www MM hy the MM of tha safe; not nemaurilr fin ybUcition. bat Man widened of good fadthoc tha part tbawritec Wrtta only o oca tide of the paper. Be ,aillualnj miiW,tmikt MiWiMn) cbi .to haw ithatettOTaadflKmi pfaiaaari diatinot. A KEQVEST. BY QBOXQIABA rXaTHXXSTONHATJOHOwae sins to m the old song, That half forgotten lay; Tie years ago, and yet it seems But only yesterday. Sin with that strange pathos That thrilled my pulses through; I will tinge the old-timed gladness With its wonted rosy hue. I cannot forget its rythm, Of my life ft formed a part; JQs cadences will quicken The life-blood of my heart. Come sing to me the old aong; You sang so long ago; It will bring back that by-gone summer And the spell of the afterglow. It will bring back the rushinc river, And the robin's plaintive call, The shade of the ripening orchard, The mellow fruit's stealthy falL Then sing to me the old song. That half -forgotten strain; Time's not robbed it of its beauty; It will make me young again. fiUPPY'S DAU6HTER, "Thar goes old Guppy Batcher Gappy. Gamps overyanin the gulch with, his fondly. Live like dogs, the kail caboodle. Ye front set eyes on a touchier crowd between Bedding Bar and Klanath. My host, who was one of the bestvhiown pioneers of the pretty mining -village of Northern California to which a trip for business and pleasure had - called me, emptied his briar-wood pipe -on the flat stone that served as a doorstep to his cabin, and walked slowly - down the path to the gate, which sagged "fjaite to the giound on its leather 3ungesw I thrust a handful of letters -and papers into my pocket, and harried out from the pleasant shade of the rape-vine arbor extending from the boose to the well The longer in front of the saloon opposite took their hands ait- of their- pockets, hitched their tilted chairs back to a more scientific angle, and turned fishy eyes in the same direction. The blacksmith suspended mis task of putting new steel points on worn-oat pick, and stood massively in ike doorway, shading his face with a tod and hairy hand. Even the boys ifirJcmfr apples in tiie treetops in the orchard by the gleaming mountain river .-enw the nearing cloud of dust, heard "faint sounds from beneath it, knocked -off work, and began to speculate as to who or what was approaching, for they could hardly see through the bushes massed along the road. Doubtless the children droning over their books in -IV I 1 1 1. X 'bed-rock of an exhausted gravel mine looked furtively out of the windows, and reported to their companions by look and sign. Everybody at the Bar knew that "Old Gappy" was coming. Down the sloping trail rode a man and a boy, driving a drove of twentyfive or thirty granting and contraryminded hogs. Their horses were the shabbiest of mustangs. The man with his high cheek bones, Tndian expression f stolidity, long grizzled locks, cap of fox skin, an old shot-gun laid across his knee, and the boy with his tow-colored hair and prematurely old expression, seemed to belong to the traditional fiackwooks of a hundred years ago. They kept their unruly charges well together, and rode through the town 'with averted faces, hardly casting a .glance to left or right. Guppy, what's pork worth?" shoutnd a sandy-haired, bare-Iegge.l urchin, rho sat by the roadside dabbling with mds and feet in the soft, brick-red duss. ly at iLjg. -with a long whip he carried, v Ff i miinKiHuK mi. ni.rv v n.f.jii n SSarthB urchin rolled down the low bank and under a friendly bosh just in time to escape, the stinging rawhidesipped lash. Neither father or son upokeaword, bat they looked at the townspeople with undisguised animosity, and went on, soon disappearing in the attendant dust-cloud over a pinecovered ridge toward the west, Guppy's a queerosity," said the shatty pioneer. "Buys his hogs and cattle on the coast. Drives 'em here in' there an' makes money every trip. 3fever spends any. Has it in bank. That's all right. Nobody's down on him for not gamblin' nor settin' 'em up for the boys, but- look how he lives." Here the usually good-natured pioneer grew excited. "You so a matter of fifteen miles right north of here, an vou'U come to a little canyon, head ing on kinder circular. It's the breshiest ilace von ever set eyes on. Bresh 11 across the bottom an' up the moun teiti side, so yon can walk on top of the sorul oak an' hazel bushes an manza mta, and stuff of that sort. It's the voll-nred, wildest, forsaken section that . lies outdoors. The only way up there as aloasr the trail by the crick, an' it's so 3tigU in winter that unless you know riust how ter take the ford, whar to otrike in an' hoir to bear, an' whar ter iome out, down you go. thirty mile into

(the Klamath, like a boulder in a flume.

An' that's whar Guppy keeps his fam ily. Been that five or six years. Packs in his grub, cuts wild hay on the flat, an' the crowd live in a tent that boy an' two or three grown-up girls, an' several smaller children, an' their mother. None of them ever wear shoes, an' as little else as they can help, an' the women folks shoot deer an' other game. Once the dogs treed a Califor nia lion, an' one of the girls Sal, they call her tuk a rifle an' walked up clost ter the tree an' dropped him the first shot" The old pioneer walked back to his cabin door, sat down, and began filling his pipe. "Bedding Bar and the Guppy family do not seem to be on very good terms," I said, remembering how different the scene of a few minutes before was from the usual free-hearted, genial good-will of mining camps. "No, I guess not," was the reply. "There's sarenmstances, sich as missin' calves an' hogs not that we accuse nobody. But my wife's sorry for the girls. The biggest one, Dosy, came over tq our town an' said she were goin' ter school last summer, an' had found a place ter stop at. Trustee Ryan raised objections but Jack Mason and me voted them down. So the girl came. But land I there couldn't no one could do a thing with her. She didn't know but just how to read them Webster spellin' book stories, an' she swore like a trooper; an' at recess one day squared off with her fists to whip the girl that spelled her down. She staid two days, an' it couldn't be stood nohow. So I saw Mason, an' we both dropped in on Ryan, tellin' him we were not strenoos as regarded the Guppy question. An' while we was a-talkin' it over in Billy's saloon cross the way, school let out, an' down the street comes Dosy, with ten or a dozen boys hootin' after her. She ketches up a five-pound rock, flung it right in among them, grabs up another and scatters the crowd, an' marches sassily out of sight. The next after noon we went up to school an' told her not to come any more. All at once she stood up in her seat an' said, very slow like: " 'I hate you all. I hate your infer nal town. I'll come back some night and burn your old houses.' Then she caught, up her books, making a big racket, and flung out of the door, kick ing over three or four of the dinnerpails in the entry. An' she went along the hillside so as not to go through the town, an' took the straight trail for home, though it was 3 o'clock in the afternoon and fifteen hard miles to go. But my boy John he comes across the hill cattle-hunting an hour later, an' seen her settin' on a log cryin', an' pullin' out the leaves of her reader, an' throwin' them off in the bushes. When she see him, she stood up an' dropped her books .on the log, an' started on along the trail. John called after her to get the books, but she whirled round an' yelled out, 'Think I want them things any more?' An' nobody ever saw her over here again." The pioneer drew a long breath, re lapsed into silence, lit his pipe, carried rawhide-bottomed chair from the kitchen to the shady end of the porch, and there resigned himself to unexpressed meditations on the varieties of human life and character. It was a curious story he had told. The mountain world about us was forty miles from a railroad, and primitive enough in many of its ways; but fifteen miles deeper in the wilderness were the true mountaineers, relapsing into newspape'rless barbarism. I looked down on the broad, dark river, flowing past red cliffs that crumbled fast under the attacks of hydraulic miners, rushing in gleaming foam over the bar where adventurous Major Reddingand his Indians had washed out gold in 1852, and hewing for itself, year by year, a wide gateway to the sea, through the limestone barriers of the mountains toward the west. Two or three days were passed in this breezy snmmerland ; but one morn ing I was riding along a narrow moun tain trail five miles or .so north of the mining village. The ascent was steep and long, and I took an illustrated magazine from my saddle bags, and glanced over its contents, letting the reins lie on mv horse's neck. Coming upon a wayside spring under a clump of junipers, I dismounted, laid the magazine down on a flat rock, flung the bridle-rein over a bough, and knelt in boyish haste for a drink. The tiny pool 'was a luxuriance of reflected leaves and bloom, giving one a joyous feeling merely to look into its depths, and the clear, cpld water, seemed to taste of spicy roots and fragrant herbs. A few minutes later I arose, and the scene had changed. 'A little gust of wind was lifting the leaves of the maga zine, giving rapid gliittpses of faces and landscapes. Only a few feet distant, leaning forward and peering through the evergreen boughs, sat a young girl, looking intently on the fluttering pictures. She must have been sitting there in obscurity as I rode Up, Only the upper portion of her bodj could be seen, as her weight massed

the thick boughs darkly across. He face was round, full and fair, not noticeably freckled; the light-colored hair was drawn back and fastened with a ribbon. She seemed about 15 or 16 years old, but large and strong for her age, and the dress she wore was of some coarse red material, plainly made, with little attempt at ornament. She was, as I have said, looking at the magazine with an expression of intense curiosity, and slowly reached out a hand as if to take it, crouching forward and pressing back the boughs with her other hand. The gesture and movement were the perfection of unconscious grace and strength. The thought came to me that perhaps this mountain girl was one of "the Guppy family," and also the fear that she might peize the coveted treasure and escape without a word. "Would you like to have it for your own?" I asked, as quietly as possible. She started and looked at me with doubt and surprise, and settled back a little further behind the branches, gloomily knitting her brows, and evidently making up her mind on the subject. "Mister, yes, I would. Them's purty pictures." Rising, she stepped partly out from her concealment, setting one bare and soiled foot on the trail, and taking 'the magazine into a shapely hand disfigured by long and totally neglected finger nails, "I don't see sech things," she re

marked, with an explanatory air. "Pap says it's all truck. I tol' him once ter f otch me a book with pictures. But he never did." "Your father is Mr. Guppy?" "They don't call him that. It's '01' Gupp,'mostlike,an' 'Hog-driver Gupp.' They don't put handles on names round here." "How far is it to where your parents live?" "It's a good ten mile, stranger, an' a mighty rough trail." "I should think your mother would feel uneasy about you sometimes if you go so far from camp." She laughed, shrugged her shapely shoulders, set her arms akimbo, and stepped fairly out into the path. "The ol' woman ? She wouldn't mind ef she didn't see me for a week at a time, ef she had terbacca ter smoke, an' coffee ter drink, and Bob to keep wood for her fire,. Mam says I ken whip my weight in wildcats, an needn't be afraid of anything in the mountains." As she turned in addressing me, I now noticed that she carried a wellworm army revolver hanging in a buckskin thong at her waist. A large illfavored deerhound came sliding and creeping out of the underbrush that thickly clothed the hillside, and dis-; played some symptoms of early hostili- 1 ties. ! "You, Jake!" cried the girl, and catching up a fragment of rock speedily reduced him into abject submission, and he crouched at her feet. Evidently this young woman could take care of herself. Paint, but clear, floating down from far up the brush-covered mountain, came a wild call, sweet, deep, and strange, beyond the power of language to describe. The girl started, listened, and replied in the same rich, weird, and far-reaching strain, her chest heaving, her throat swelling, her eyes flashing, her figure poised and trembling with a picturesque awakening. "That's my sister. She wants me. I'm goin'." I hunted in my saddle-bags and' found another illustrated niagaaine for her. She nodded with a "Thank ye, mister," and slipped into the chaparral and undergrowth that lined the roadside. The hound followed, and I heard the rattle of the slaty pebbles under their feet as they climbqd, but the bushes grew too closely to allow even a glimpse of her red dress. Occasionally a tremulous quiver in the boughs, as she caught hold of them to assist her. ascent, showed her sinuous course as she threaded her way onward. Half way up the mountain there must have, been more open space, for, looking back, as I rode on, I caught glimpses of her, climbing over projecting masses of rock. "Old Guppy's daughter had re turned to her wilderness." I thought of the two girls sitting be neath the pines that clothed the sum mit of that mountain barrier which' overlooked three counties, and revealed a wild region from the peaks of Shasta and Iiassen to the redwood belt of Humboldt sitting on that vast and lonely height, and trying to understand the strange new world dimly revealed in the pictures and articles of the magazines I had given them. As I rode on for hours without encountering any hu man being, the sense of their isolation grew stronger and stronger. They seemed lost in the firs and pines, like obiklren shipwrecked in mid-Atlantic Charles Howard Shinn, in Overland Monthly. I have seldom known any one who deserted truth in trifles that could bq trustee in matters of importance.

B OMIt O WED FINERY.

People Wlfo Bent 'Table Ware, Dceoraliona, Jewelry, Etc., for Gala Occasions. "Yes, there is a good deal of rented finery displayed at balls, parties, dinners, receptions and theaters in this city," said a fashionable Chicago caterer to a reporter. "Jewelry, dresssuits, decorations of all descriptions and all are now rented here. . I know table ware is loaned, of couse. I do not believe that flowers are often rented, for the reason they would be worthless after doing service at an evening's entertainment. The man who wears a rented dress-suit, or the woman who is a dazzling figure at a party in borrowed jewelry, are not people of the highest social standing, and we should not be likely to come in contact with them often. Well-bred people may be very silly and mean, at times, but popular opinion, pride, and native, or acquired delicacy keep them from indulging tvery freely in the vulgarities and in discretions of the renting mania. Thank heaven ! we seldom meet with the 'borrowing constituents." "Why do you say that 'all table ware is often rented, of course?'" "For the reason that first-class caterers can supply the table ware for all kinds of entertainments, weddings, etc., more elegantly, more cleaply and conveniently than any private gentleman or organizations possibly can. For instance, I am called on for a wedding breakfast or supper for 300 or more guests. I wish it, and so does my customer, to be as elegant as possible without regard to expense. My waiters take care of all the details of the banquet, and we supply everything for it, thus knowing that no blunders or omissions will be made. What is an occasion of endless worry and trouble and dissatisfaction to most people at such times is our e very-day business, and is conducted on purely business principles. We use table-cloths which cost $50 apiece at wholesale, and the very latest styles in silver, glassware, etc. Often we have .styles of table ware and silver ware which cannot be bought by any one except ourselves. We have several times purchased the most elegant and effective designs outright for enormous sums of money. In this way we are able to place on our customers' tables the latest and most elegant styles of ware which money can't buy for them. It is not only the common but the proper thing for caterers to provide the table ,and silver ware for large private parties, weddings, balls, etc. Yes, we have heard of rented center-pieces of fruit, cake, creams, and other things, which are not to be touched or cut, but they may be the deceit of the caterer alone. Such things do not pay, however, and only the third-rate caterers indulge in them." "Rented jewelry, dress-suits, decorations, etc., are becoming more and more common at the social happenings among all grades of Chicago society, declared a representative of one of the leading jewelry establishments on State streets. "Nevertheless, we have very few concerns who pretend to rent their goods, and probably no people who would acknowledge having shown in borrowed elegance. We know of no firms, on the other hand, among jewelers who receive any compensation for the goods they lend. We don't believe that any first-class concern would do this. You see, women do the 'borrowing' by asking to be allowed to take home certain goods (diamonds, for instance, the evening of a grand ball or party) for the approval of their husbands, sisters, or mothers. W are morally convinced that the goods have been worn the night before, but the ladies will calmly assert that Mr. did not like the set at all, or that the goods were very satisfactory, but the price was a little too high to place them within reach just at present. If such people are old customers and stanch friends of the house, what are we to say ? No ; we never are asked to rent things to our customers for any given occasions. That would not do, for it might become known among the circles, which would socially extinguish the 'renters.' Decorations, jewels, and other fineries are undoubtedly borrowed and used by people who 'go' in what is considered the best society in Chicago, but there are few or no large concerns that avowedly 'rent' these things. In New York city the system is more thoroughly developed than, here, because more secrecy is possible in such matters there. The 'borrowing' system of getting possession of decorative is most extensively and disgracefully carried on Chicago, just the same. Chicago Daily News. ANDY JOHNSON'S HOME. In Greenville, as you are aware, the late President Andrew Johnson lived, I as tailor, Alderman, Legislator and President; and here he is buried. The shop in which he labored as tailor now stands in the eastern part of town. Just over the enterance of the shop, which is a small frame building, and in which a colored family is now living, ia a pine board, upon which is written, in letters now almost erased by rain and storm, the following: "A. Johnson, Tailor." A little out from the western border of

the town stands the monument of marble which marks the resting place of "Andrew Johnson, President of the United States." Chattanooga Times FOOLIN& WITH A BE Alt. A butcher on Michigan avenue bought a bear about a year old. Just what he wanted of a bear around a butcher shop has not been explained, but he got him and chained him up iu the back yard, and showed him off to all callers. Pretty soon the boys got after Bruin. They yelled at him from the fence, called him names through the stray knot-holes, and tossed him a brick-bat whenever occasion offered. There was one boy a chap about 15 years old who had an aching vokI. He ached and itched and hungered to fool with the bear. On several occasions he climbed the fence, and was discovered punching up the animal with a stick or trying to lasso him with a piece of clothes-line. The butcher caught him and booted him around and cuffed his head and called him a doublebarreled idiot, but next day the boy returned to his mutton. One Sunday afternoon the butcher and his family went out for a ride, leaving the bear to run the menagerie. The lunkhead of a boy, who had been aching for such an opportunity, was on hand soon after the butcher disappeared. The bear was fast to a ring and a ten-foot chain, and just why the boy wanted to get within nine feet of him was another mystery. He got there, however, and the bear got him.

When his screams and yells had drawn a dozen men to the top of the fence there was a free circus going on. The bear was having more fun than would load a canal boat. The boy's hat was torn into strings, hid coat was in rags, and he was working for low wages and boarding himself. The yells and howls sent forth by the junior partner in the circus business seemed to tickle Bruin. He stood up for a back-hold wrestle and won the medal every time. Then he would roll over and over oa the ground, carrying the boy with him and throwing his claws around in the most reckless manner. Whenever the victim made a break to get away he received a bite in a new spot, and the bear wasn't a bit tired or discouraged when a crowd of fifty men and boys piled over the fence and interrupted the proceedings. They managed to get the boy away, and with him a bundle of rags which once represented a salt and pepper suit, one shoe, a pair of pants minus most everything but the buttons, and a dime novel treating of hunters and the wild West. One. curious individual wanted the boy detained until his bites and scratches could be counted and duly labeled, but the rest hadn't time. They put him in a hand-cart and drew him to his home on Sullivan . avenue, and when -his mother appeared at the door the leader of the procession removed his hat and kindly observed : "Madam, here are the remains of a boy who fooled with a bear. The bear, I am happy to observe, hasn't felt so well before for three months !" Detroit Free Press. xormonisju: ur the south. Mormonism is gaining ground in north Georgia, Alabama, and middle and east Tennessee. The missionaries, whose headquarters are in Chattanooga, are making hundreds of converts annually. It is not only the poor and ig? noratit who are proselytized, but the educated and wealthy. Recently a gentlemanly-looking farmer applied at the Chattanoogo Orphan Home to have a little girl turned over to him as guardian, and under the rules of the institution he was asked if he was a member of a Christian church. "Yes," he answered. "I and my wife are both members of the church of our Savior Jesus Christ" "What denomination? "The Church of the Latter Day Saints, commonly called Mormons." The child will continue to be an inmate of the home. ONE WAT TO ECONOMIZE. "My dear," exclaimed Mrs. Jay Gould, picking a new diamond paperweight, "this will never do. We must economize." "Well, shall wre give up the steam yacht?" exclaimed Mr. Gould, lighting a cigar with a $50 bill. "Oh, no. We can't spare that." "How about sealskin sacques?" "I have only nineteen now, and none of them look fit to be seen," "Why uot stop buying diamonds?'' "Mercy! What are you thinking of ? The doctor says I need exercise, and how can I get exercise if I don't go shopping?" "Very true ; but, as you say, something must be done. Ah, I have it ! I will just order another reduction of wages." Virginia City (Nev.) Chronicle. Ik thou hast done a wrong or injury to another, rather acknowledge and endeavor to repair, than to defend it. One way thou gaiaest forgiveness; the other, thou doublest the wrong and reckoning. W. Penn. Frequently the curses of men bring the blessings of Heaven. Lamennais,

PLEASANTRIES. :';v ; IFrom the Burlington wlnrejf - Tares the cake the tramp. Ba ilee takes anything else lie can facfan bis talons on, from the hen house tO: the clothes-line. Webster's spelling book was first published 100 years ago. It has been -on deck six days a week in all time; and yet they are native-born Americans who ' pell cow with a k and crowd two (f s in wagon. The German papers say that one American hog is every six is diseased They would think so if they could see the feeblest looking one in the six spreading itself and baggage over four seats in a railroad car. "Love lightens labor.'' Yes it does; and when you've taken a fat girl oat for a sail, and the wind goes down to a dead calm, and yon have six miles to . row against the tide with a steering ear and a canoe paddle, "labor lightens love," now you bet your blisters. ' Windows with sashes that draw up and come down aro called guillotine windows by the French. Any man who has ever had one ot these windows come down on his thumb will appreciate the happiness of the French name. But a man who has scalped himself -by drawing in his head too suddenly against a descending frame will, waul the name changed to scalping" knife. "Yes," the tall, thin passenger admitted, "a crying baby is indeed a sore trial. But then yon most remember that the baby cannot swear, and whenhuman being is being dandled op and down on the loose end of a two-inch ' safety-pin, it's got to do something, and if it can't swear it must holler." And the jury was only out two minutes and came in with a verdict for defendant, (From Carl Pretzel's Weekly. J Pay as you go; keep out of debt even if you have to borrow' money to do it with. Mm pleasures and palaces wherever we may roam, there is certainly no joy like skipping out from home. Darwin says the monkey can blush. This settles the question. Traveling men never sprang from the monkey. What is to be done with a wife who persists in tearing up your clothing to make little breeches ? Ex. Why, just let her rip. The doctors say men should not lie on their right side. This does not refer to lawyers. They can lie with perfect . ease on either side. 'Twas ever thus in childhood's days. As memory doth too oft remind me; I never yet have left a place But creditors have mourned behind me: I never wooed a lovely maid, Till hell seemed brighter than her frown. But, ere proposal's word was said My debts have made me skip the town. Ella Wheeler in one of her soulful little gems says we "Oh too much and and do too little." There is a good deal of poetry romping about like malaria in Ella's seven by nine frame, and mingled with that are streaks of solemn facts. In this instance Ella tells the truth. Indeed we do owe too much. David Davis came home with two parcels in his arms, and after greeting Mr. Davis with a bucket full of kisses, Mrs. Davis, who possesses the same amount of inquisitiveness charaeteristio of other females, asked David what he had in the parcels. David quietly on- ' rolled each one and spread them upon the floor. "A horse blanket and a liver pad, darling," said David. "And which is the pad, David?" Her curiosity was " satisfied when he asked her to "stick down the corners."

ALMOST A TEKRIBI.E T&AGEDT. A certain lady at Cloudy undertook to pick a number of geese. She took goose No. 1 and began picking the feather, having first placed the goose with its head vise-like between her knees. While thus occupied, a friend came up and engaged her in conversation. The lady become so animated that she gradually increased the pressure on the head between her knees, forgetful of the fact that a goose, in order to sustain life, must be permitted' to draw breath once in an hoar or two. The lady prosecuted her occupation to its completion, but the goose in the meantime, forgot to breath and ha almost made up its miud to give up the ghost. When she- observed the demoralized condition of the goose she. became alarmed and immediately applied restoratives, and thus avoided what might have leen a terrible tragedy. West Point llepublican. GROWING PJSAF. Defective hearing is growing moro prevalent in the United- States. So says Dr. Sexton. It produces in children at first the appearance of stupidity and then the reality., They do not hear sounds distinctly, and, of coarse, they cannot imitate sound accurately. De fects in the teeth are a great cause ot this lamentable calamity in the young, and this is a fresh reason for avoiding; quack applications of so-called dentists and keeping to pure soap and water ia cleaning the teeth. Thirty California millionaries hai rSlAil 111 TAM WAOM . .3-

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