Bloomington Telephone, Volume 15, Bloomington, Monroe County, 22 December 1893 — Page 2

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By WaLtkb Bradfutk.

BLOOM IXGTON

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WOMEN AT 25 TO 30, Agm at Wlitoh Thoy re 814 to B Most Entrtalnlag

Tim was when to be 16 wa9 the best thing that could happea to a young girl. It was the age of dewy freshness, of innocent impressibility, and of all the other delighful but rather verdant virtues which have won the heart of the poet to song and wooed the mind of the sage to something better than his philosopny. But sweet 16 is in short dress428 to-day and still under the rule of her governess. Her affections have not yet departed from her dolls and she treats the few young men of her acquaintance with the simplicity of a child. It was a good thing once to be 16 it is a good thing now to be 20; to be 25 is better still, but to be 28 is to be blest! "There -is no time in a woman's life when she is so delightful (married or -unmarried, but particularly the latter)," said an observing man yesterday, "as she is from 26 to 80. She still has the enthusiasm of youth, and much of the tolerant sense of middle -life. Her judgment is mature, and her opinions carry weight. The shyness and timidity of her girlhood1 says woman writer on the N. Y. Sun, 4,have passed into a poise of manner and a gracious dignity that places her .friends at once at their easy best. She has had experience, and that crperience has given her. a clear understanding of the world as it really is and of herself without illusions. Therefore her estimates and criticisms of life are sharp and sure and usually to be trusted, because she has no theories to -bolster up and no illusions to perpetuAte." "But there is something to be said son the other side," said a woman of 26 who heard bim. "It may look like very smooth sailing from the outside, 4wtone can have little idea how much ttact it takes to steer straight in the narrow path of the live years that lie kbetween 25 and SO. In the iirst place, woman at that ae hardly knows where to place herself. She is neither voting nor old. She is what Julian 3awthorne calls 'still young. ' and the little adjective adds ten years at a stroke. If a woman who is only 'still young4 takes the coy and kittenish role, she makes herself immortally j-idieu-; lous, and deservedly so. She has sometimes even to fear letting herself be; spontaneous and natural, lest some one' hall dub btr the "girlish old girl.1 To he older than her years makes a prig of &er at once, and men and gods will Biiun her. "To the very young man she must be grandmotherly without hurting his dear little vanity by superior wisdom and patronage. To the middle-aged man she must respond with a maturity ! of judgment that matches his own, and, vet she must continually suggest the innocence of 16. To the man between the two she may perhaps be nearer hei natural self, and yet even with him she ihas continually to remember that she miust never assume the equality oi .knowledge or experience or judgment -which she is sure she really possesses. Sue is often truer in her judgments and wiser in her conclusions than he is; he anust never suspect it. She may be cleverer than he, but she must be clevex enough to conceal it. She must follow .him always, but, like little lulus, it anust be 'with unequal footsteps; or his "Vanity is wounded. From 25 to 30 a -woman has the most difficult part of iher life to live. She has to disssemble in the preseut, remember from the past and borrow from the future. She may be delightful, but she is far from being delighted. Do you begin to realize it?"

Work Vary ttlaefc. Mrs. Suburb (ta tramp): You say you come from New York. Why didn't you stay there, where you are known, instead of tramping through the country?" Tramp: "Please, mum, I can't get work at my trade there." That's very strange. What is your trade?" I am a builder of monuments to great men, mum." IT You're Bow Legged. My son, don't advertise your griefs. If you have crooked legs don't wear etri ped pan taloons. Boston Transcript.

lKrorj are constipated, bilious or troubled with sick headache, Beechatn's Pills afford immediate relief. Of druggists, 25 cents. When you see a man in a brown study fyou may know that his jcoose is cooked

reior ars to rantsmie. "The Pennsylvania Lines are now running parlor cars to Louisville, leaving Indianapolis at 8:05 a. m. daily, except Sunday. Also on train leaving Louisville at 1:50 p. m. and reaching Indianapolis at 5:50 p. m. Seat charge 25 cents. Holid&y Kxcaraionfl via. Pennsylvania lines. On December 23d, 24th, 25th, 30th and "31st, 1893, and January 1st, 1894, excursion tickets at low round trip rates will be sold from stations on the Pennsylvania Lines west of Pittsburg to points on those lines tin Western Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Kentucky and West Virginia. Return coupons will be valid until January 2d. Fn details please apply to nearest Pennsylvania Line ticket agent. CHRISTMAS IN CAROLINA. SpbCl low Bat Kccnrslon Vim Pennsylvania Unci. The annual excursion to Greensboro and Winston, South Carolina, will this year go over the Pennsylvania Lines and Norfolk & Western Railroad, leaving Indianapolis at 11:45 a. m., Tuesday, December lift, and arriving at Winston at 5:10 and at 'Greensboro at 7:10, Wednesday evening, iD member 20, without change of cars. This is four hours quicicer time than was ever made by any line, and gives the adv&ntagtjtof a daylight arrival. Very low urates and -ample return limit will characterize 'this first class excursion. For details and other information call on W. F. Brnnncr. District Passenger Agent of the (Pennsylvania Lines, at Indianapolis, or address Fleming Ratcliff, Excursion -Agent,. New Castle, Ind.

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There is an olden story, 'Tis a legend, so I'm told. How the flowers tfave a banquet In the ivied days of old; How the posies gave a party once That wound up with a ball, How they held it in a valley, Down in "Flowery Kingdom hall." The flowers of every clime were there, Of high and low degree. AH with their petals polished, In sweet aromatic glee. They met down in this woodland In the soft and ambient air, Each in its lolling loveliness Exhaled a perfume rare An orchestra of Bluebells Sat upon a mossy knoll And pealed forth gentle music That quite captured every soul. The Holly hocked a pistil Just to buy a suit of clothes, And danced with all the flowerets But the modest, blushi ig Rose. The Morning Glory shining Seemed reflecting all the plow Of dawn, and took a partnerIt was young Miss Mistletoe. Miss Maggie Nolia from the south Danced with Porget-Me-Not; Sweet William took Miss Pink in tow And danced a slow gavotte. Thus everything went swimmingly 'Mongst perfumed belles and beaux. nd every floweret reveled save The modest, blushing Rose. MissFuschia sat around and told, For floral emulation, That she had actually refused

To dance with a Carnation.

The Coxcomb quite a dandy there,

Began to pine and mope. Until he had been introduced To young Miss Heliotrope. Sir Cactus took Miss Lily And he swung her so about She asked Sweet Pea to Cauliflower And put the Cactus out. Miss Pdnzy took her Poppy And sh$ waltzed him down the line Till they ran against Old Sunflower Wlta MUs Honeysuckle Vine. The others at the party that Went whirling through the mazy Were the Misses Rhodo Dendron, Daffodil and Little Daisy, Miss Petunia, Miss Verbena Vic let. And sweet Miss Dahlia Came fashionably late arrayed In very rich regalia. Miss Begonia, sweet Miss Buttercup. Miss Lilac and Miss Clover, Young Dandelion came in late When all the feast was over. The only flower that sent regrets And really couldn't come Who lived in the four hundred was The vain Chrysanthemum. One floweret at the table Grew quite ill, we must regret, And every posie wondered, too, Just what Miss Mignonette. Young Tulip chose Miss Orchid From the first, and did not part With her until Miss Mary Gold Fell with a bleeding heart. But ah! Miss Rose sat pensively Till every young bud passed her. When, just to fill the last quadrille The little China Aster. Ben King.

CHARLES DICKENS.

He Saw Them.

Life

CHARLES DICKUXS. The carol of -the poor he sung The siek, imprisoned, suffering, vile. Found mighty champion in his tongue, Nor sinned beyond his tender mile. ,kO, faithful voice of Little N'eli, O. holy thoughts of Tiny Tim: King ever in the Christmas bell. Inspire the universal hymn." Oh. purity, ind truth, anu worth. One noble spirit sought you long; la blosm of defdK nriiv the earth. And fceep his memory green iu song.

To Bo In. the Fashion. Ch.'cajr lioeord, ''Now that wo aro in a position to enter society, Edmund." said Mme. Ne writ he. I want you to do me a favor' "What is it, Maria?" queried Mr. Xewriche. t4Isn!t your new carriage ood enough?" 1 "That's all :'iht. dear." replied Mme. KowrU'ho. "Rut I do wish you'd get me one of those receivers that so many men arc having now." How Ilcl He Know? Texas Sittings, "Please, sir. give a few cents to a poor blind man." "Are vou entirely blind?" "Yes,"sir." 'Haven't got anything for you today1 "I suppose yoif think because you wear tijrht pants and have got your hair parted in the middle that you are somebody. You look like that man who was electrocuted last week, you iong-iejfged red-headed galoot!"

Having no stockings to hang up, they stripe their legs.

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And leave the lamp burning so Santa Clous can see them.

Taking A Vacation. Texas Sittings. "Hello, Charlie what are jrou doingmoving?" asked one young man of another whom he met with a big valise in his hand. 1 Tve just commenced my vacation." ! "Your vacation?"

"Yes, I an vacating at the re quest of my landlady." Looking to the Future. Minneapolis Tribune. New York has been to the World's Fair and has gone home fully convinced that Brooklyn must be annexed or Chicago will soon be the biggest city on the American continent. And after Brooklyn has been assirnilated Chicago will proceed to walk swiftly away from the combination'

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"UMORSEir Saul of Tarsus and His Sudden Conversion.

A merry Christmas. Thomas Nast.

The Many Lessons to be Drawn F om tb) Great Apostle's Llfo o Career Dr Talmagc's Seimou, Dr. Talmage preached at Birmingham, AlaM last Sunday. Subject ''Unhorsed." Text, Acts ix, 3-5 ''And as he journeyed he came near Damascus, and suddnly there shined round about him alight from heaven, and he fell to the earth and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me? And he said, who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus whom thou persecutest," The Damascus of Bible times still stands with a population of 135,000. It was a gay city of white and glis tening architecture, its minarets and crescents and domes playing with the light of the morning sun; embowered in groves of olive and citron and orange and pomegranate; a famous river plunging its brightness into the scene; a city by the ancients 6tyled "a pearl surrounded by emeralds." A group of horsemen are advancing upon that city. Let the Christians of the place hide, for the cavalcade coming over the hiils is made up of persecutors, their leader small and unattractive in some respects, as leaders sometimes are insignificant in person witness the Duke of Wellington and Dr. Archibald Alexander. But there is something very intent in the eye of this man of the text, and the horse he rides is lathered with the foam of a long and quick travel of 145 miles. He urges on his steed, for those .Christians must be captured and silenced and that religion of the cross must be annihilated. Suddenly the horses shy off and plunge until the riders are precipitated. Freed from the riders, the horses bound snorting away. You know that dumb animals at the sight of an eclipse, or an earthquake, or anything like a supernatural appearance, sometimes become very uncontrollable. A new sun had been kindled in the heavens, putting out the glare of the ordinary sun. Christ, with the glories of heaven wrapped about him, looked from a cloud, and the splendor was insufferable, and no wonder that the horses sprang and the equestrians dropped. Dust-covered and bruised. Saul rises, shading his eyes with his hands from the severe luster of the heavens, but unsuccessfully, for he is struck stone blind as he cries out, "Who art thou, Lord?" And Jesus answered him: "I am the one you have been chasing. He that whips and scourges those Damascene Christians whips and scourges me. It is not their back that is bleeding it is mine. It is not their hearts 'hat is breaking it is mine. I am esus, whom thou persecutest." I learn from this scene that a vorldly fall sometimes precedes a piritual uplifting. Here is Paul on orseback a proud man, riding with government documents in his pocket, graduate of a famous school, in which the celebrated Dr. Gamaliel ad been a professor, perhaps havng already attained two of the three titles of the school rab, the first; rabbi, the second, and on his way to rabbak, the third and las title. I know from his temperament that his horse was ahead of the other horses. But without time to think of what posture he should take, or without consideration for his dignity, he is tumbled into the dust, and yet that was the best ride Paul ever took. Out of that violent fall he arose into the apostleship. So it has been in all ages and so it is now. Again, I learn from the subject that the religion of Christ is not a pusillanimous thing. People in this day try to make us believe that Christianity is something for men of small caliber, for women with no capacity to reason, for children in the infant class under six years of age, but not for stalwart men. Look at this man of the text! Do you not think that the religion that could capture such a man as that must have some power in it? He was a logician, he was a metaphysician; he was an all conquering orator; he was a poet of the highest type. He had a nature thac could swamp the leading men of his own day, and hurled against the sanhedrin he made it tremble. He learned all he could get in the school of his native village; then he had gone to a higher school, and there mastered the Greek and the Hebrew and perfected himself in belles-lettres; until in after years he astonished the Cretans and the Corinthians and the Athenians by quotations from their own authors. I have never found anything in Goethe or Carlyle or Herbert Spencer that could compare in strength or beauty with Paul's epistles I do not think there is anything in the writings of Sir William Hamilton that shows such mental discipline as you find in Paul's argument about justification and the resurrection. I have not found anything in Milton finer in the way of imagination than I can find in Paul's illustrations drawn from the amphitheater. Oh, instead of cowering and shivering when the skeptic stands before you and talks religion as though it were a pusillanimous thing instead of that take vour ISew Testament from your pocket and show him the picture of the intellectual giant of all the ages prostrated on the road to Damascus while his horse is flying wildly away, and then ask

your skeptic what It was that frightened the one and threw the other? Oh. no, it is no weak gospel, it is a glorious gospel. It is an all conquering gospel. It is an omnipotent gospel. It is the power of God and the wisdom of God unto salvation. Again, I learn from the text a man can not become a Christian until he is unhorsed. The trouble is we want to ride into the kingdom of God just as the knight rode into castle gate on palfrey, beautifully caparisoned. We want to come into the kingdom of God in fine style. No kneeling down at the altar, no sitting on "anxious" seats, no crying over 6in, no begging at the door of God's mercy. Clear the road, and let us come in all prancing in the pride of our soul. No, we will never get into heaven that way. We must dismount. Again, I learn from this scene of the text that the grace of God can overcome the persecutor Christ and Paul were boys at the same time in different villages, and Paul's antipathy to Christ was increasing. He hated everything about Christ. He was going down then with writs in his pockets to have Christ's disciples arrested. He was not going as a sheriff goes, to arrest a man against whom he had no spite, but Paul was going down to'arrest those people because he was glad to arrest them. The Bible says, "He breathed out slaughter." He wanted them captured, and he wanted them butchered. I hear the click and clash and clatter of the hoofs of the galloping steeds on the way to Damascus. Oh, do you think that proud man on horseback can ever become a Christian? Yes! There is a voice from heaven like a thunderclap uttering two words, the second the same as the first, but uttered with more emphasis, o that the proud equestrian mav have no doubt as to who is meant:" "Saul! Sauli" That man was saved, and he was a persecutor. And so God can by His grace overcome any persecutor. The days of sword and fire for Christians seem

to have gone by. The bayonets of Napoleon pried open the "inquisisition" and let the rotting wretches out. The ancient dungeons around Rome are today mere curiosities for the travelers. That woman, finds it hard to be a Christian, as her husband talks and jeers while she is trying to say her prayers or read the bible. That daughter -finds it hard to be a Christian with the whole family arrayed against her father, mother, brother and sister making her the target of ridicule. That young man finds it hard to be a Christian in the shop

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not go to the gambling hell or other places of iniquity. Oh, no, the days of persecution have not ceased, and will not until the end of the world. But, oh, you persecuted ones, is it not time that you began to pray for your persecutors? They are no prouder, no fiercer, no more set in their way than was the persecutor in the text. He fell. They will fall if Christ from heaven grandly and gloriously look out on them. Again, I learn from this subject that there is hope for the worst offenders. It was particularly outrageous that Saul should have gone to Damascus on that errand. Jesus Christ had been dead only three years, and the story of his kindness and his generosity, and his love filled all the air. It was not an old story as it is now. It was a new story. Jesus had only three summers ago been in these very places, and Saul every day in Jerusalem must have met people who knew Christ, people with good eye-sight whom Jesus had cured of blindness, people who were dead and who had been resurrected by the Savior, and people who could tell Paul all the particulars of the crucifixion just how Jesus looked in the last hour, just how the heavens grew black in the face at the torture. He heard that recited every day by people who were acquainted with the circumstances, and yet in the fresh memory of that scene he goes to persecute Christ's disciples, impatient at the time it takee to feed the horses at the inn, not pulling at snaffle, but riding with loose rein, faster and faster Oh, he was the chief of sinners! No outbreak of modesty when he said tnat. He was a murderer. He stood by when Stephen died and helped in the execution of that gcod man. When the rabble wanted to be unimpeded in their work of destroying Stephen and wanted to take of their coats, but did not dare to lay them down least they be stolen, Paul said, "111 take care of the coats." and they put them down at the feet Paul, and he watched the coats?and he watched the horrid mangling of the glorious Stephen. Is it a wonder that when he fell from the horse he did not break his neck that he did not catch somewhere in the trappings of the saddle and he was not dragged or kicked to death? He deserved to die miserably, wretchedly and forever, notwithstanding all his metaphysics, and his eloquence, and his logic. He was the chief of sinners. He said what was true when he said that. And yet the grace of God saved him, and so it will you. If there is any man in this house who thinks he is too bad to be saved and says, "I have wandered very grievously from God; I do not believe there is any hope for me," I tell you the story of this man in the text who was brtught to Jesus Christ in spite of his sins and opposition. You say you have exasperated Christ and coaxed your own ruin; so did Paul. And he sits to day on

one of the highest of the -twTpnly thrones, and there is mercy for you, and good days for you and gladness for you, if you will only take the same Christ which first threw him down and then raised him up. It seems to me as if I can see Paul to day rising up from the highway to Damascus, and brushing off the dust from his cloak, and wiping the sweat of excitement from his brow, as he turns to us and all the ages, saying, "This a faithful saying and worthy of all acceptation that Christ Jesufl . came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am chief."

Once more I learn from this subject that there is a tremendous reality in religion. If it had beeu a mere optical delusion on the road to Damascus, was not Paul just the man to find it out? If it had been a sharn and a pretense, would he not have pricked the bubble? He was a man of facts and argument, of the most gigantic intellectual nature, and not a man of hallucinations. And when I see him fall from the saddle, blinded and overwhelmed, I say there must have been something in it. And, my dear brother, you will find that there is something in religion somewhere- The only question istwhere? There was a man who rode from Stamford to London, ninety-five miles, in five hours on horseback. Very swift. There was a woman of Newmarket who rode 1.000 miles in 1,000 hours. Very swift. But there are those here, aye, ail of us are speeding on at tenfold that velocity, at a thousandfold that rate toward eternity. May Almighty God, from the opening heavens, flash upon your souls this hour the question of your eternal destiny, and oh, that Jesus would this hour overcome you with his pardoning mercy as he stands here with the pathos of a broken heart and sobs ' in your ear; I have come for thee. I come with my back raw from the beating. I come with my feet mangled with the nails. I come with my brow aching from the twisted bramble. I come with my heart bursting for your woes. I can stand it no longer. I am Jesus whom thou persecutest." THE SERPENT'S TONGUE. It Often Obtrudes and Vibrates with a Warning Purpose. I have on numberless occasions observed the common pit viper off southern South America, which is of a sluggish disposition, lying in the sun on a bed of sand or dry grass, coiled or extended at full length. Invariably on approaching a snake of this kind I have seen the tongue exserted; that nimble, glistening organ was the first and for sometime the only sign" of life or wakefulness in the motionless creature, says the Fortnightly Review. If I stood still at a distance of some yards to watch it the tongue would be exserted again at intervals; if I moved nearer or lifted my arms tor made any movement, the intervals would be shorter and the vibrations more rapid, and still the creature would not move. Only when I drew very near would other signs of excitement follow. At such times the tongue has scarcelv seemed to me the ''mute

but a tongue that said something i a. j.'li.

clearly understood and easy to translate into words. What it said, or appeared to say, was: "I am not dead nor sleeping, and I do not wish to be disturbed, much less trodden on ; keep your distance, for your ovn good as well as for mine." In other words, the tongue was obtruded and vibrated with a warning purpose. Doubtless every venomous serpent

or sluggish nabits has more ways than one of making itself conspicuous to and warning off aiyr large, heavy animal that might injure oy passing over and treading on it, and I think that in ophidians of this temper the tongue has become, incidentally, a warning organ. Small as it is, its obtrusion is theirstof a series of warning motions, am) may therefore be considered advan-1 tagous to the animal, and, in spite of its smaliness, I believe that in very many instances it accomplishes, its purposes without the aid of those larger and more violent movements and actions resorted to when the danger becomes pressing.

Mysterious Disappearance, Texas Sittings. Customer (in restaurant)- I ordered some cheese, waiter. Waiter Yes, sah. I done brought it, sah. "Well, where is it then?' "Didn't vo' eat it?" "Eat it? Certainly not" "Then I 'spects it must have got away, sah." His Self-Respect. New Yoik Wtekly. Tramp All my troubles come from card-playin', mum. I lost me self-respect, an' then I didn't care what became of me. Housekeeper (sympathetically) Poor man! I should think you would have lost your self-respect. Tramp Yes, mum. A man can have no self-respect w'en he always loses. Coming Events. Texas Sittings. "You neednl put on anv airs. You will be an old maid all your life," said a seven-year-old Chicago cirl to her vounsrer sister.

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