Terre Haute Daily News, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 4 October 1890 — Page 7

By MABY E. BLAH.

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is the way to fold them/' said taking up a small sheet of paper.

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5fou *.« that will just fit into the holow of the hand, and nobody could ever ee it." "I like our way much better. What Is ,'onejjpenlv is not half bo mischievous." "Nor half BO interesting," rejoined "larice.

The nimble hours danced on, as they ada trick of doing in Mme. Le Fort's *alon. "I am afraid you forget the three sails, M. Vergniaud." "How can you be so cruel, mademoiselle? I shall only make my compliments the hostess and dance one set at each. never do more except when I come itere."

A few days later I asked Helen, "Have *ou made up your mind what answer to 31. Vergniaud? He intends to write your father. He was speaking to me bout it again today." "I won't have him writing to my fathr," she replied with her wonted impetusity. will not have niy father worded about nothing. 11 would be a month ocfore 1 could set it right." "He to be very much in love with you. lit* says he shall be in despair, wit't 1 forever, if you reject him." "So they all say. I don't believe a -ord of it, and I can't help it if they are. can't marry more than one of them, ,nd 1 don't Ix-lieve I .shall ever marry nybody. I won't bp [K-rHccuted todeath."

The little nrinwss n-as irritated. Something had evidently gone wrong. It soon »:umo out: "I had a letter from Fred this morning—a very disagreeable letter." "Indeed! You have not yet answered 't,

I NUppose." "No he «-ill have to write differently rom that Ix-furw he gets any answer from me. I am not goin.'jf to be lessoned and scolded as if 1 were a little girl. Father never does it, and I will not submit to it from him." After a pause: "He is not to much to blame. It is that odious Mr. •Vilkiris, who keeps writing to hiiu how uiuch attention I receive, and all that. As if I could help it! Poor old Fred! Wo have known each otherever since we vero children."

That explains it, I thought. "Helen, if you have decided to say no&> M. Vergnfciud, the sooner you say it the better." "I hive said it and ho doesn't mind it 111 the leant, 1 winh you would tell him: you always sjieak so that people know ynu are in earnest and can't help believing you." "Very well, Helen. I will ask Mme.

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Fort to tell him that his suit is hope.*ss, and that ho must not annoy you by 'rsisting in it."

Early in February the Belgian ambassador, M. Jo comto do Beycns and Ma'lame la comtesso kindly took chargo of Miss St, Clair to the iir.pcrial ball at the J'uiluries. She had never looked more "harming than in the exquisite costume of pale rose colored faille, with a floating mist of white tulle, caught here and there ly rosebuds that might have grown in ChrlKiirtUi's garden. Tho airy figure, so graceful in every motion, the well poised Head with its flutter of shining curls, the /onderful dark eyes, the perfect eyebrows, fbe delicious little mouth where love seemed to nestle—when sho had anished "it seemed liko the ceasing of 'xqnihiie music." Madame la comtesso congratulated me on her appearance, and -ftenvard on her success. The emperor had distinguished her in a very flatterA»g mamuT, and Eugenie, looking earndbtly at her, said to the comtesse, "Nothing is so beautiful as yovvih," perhaps beginning to regret her own. No one had made so decided a sensation.

At Mme. Le Fort's next reception there A an a Midden influx of new guests —a yowigjBolgiim baron of old historic fcsmie, slim and stiff as a poker a brisk French viscount, who told me that he

Kid been connected with the embassy at Washington, and had quite fallen in love ith our institutions an Italian chevalier, A Russian prince.

Ugliness habits compensations,thought I. Nobody makes such a fuss over a pretty girl at home (they are not so uncommon), and I will never bring one to Fan's a^atn. Thank heaven! we are going to Italy soon.

The piercing Tramontane came down upon us in tho hay of Naples with so tierce a Must that, we doubted if we were Mot in elaud, and were glad to make Mir e«\a»e to Rome, where we found an sylmr in the Hotel do Mi nerve, not far i'rotn she Pantheon. Many of the old palat e* and convents of Italy have been •tvanstormed into hotel*. This was the fuieiom palace the princes of Conti. I •%vas *o captivated by the superb dining that the quality of the dinners made but a faint impression. What! eat ill the presence of all those marble goddesses. looking down upon us. serene and

dancing girls of Pompeii stepping out5 from the frescoed wails or inextricably ontan.ch'd in the lovely garlands of fruit and flowers that wound their maxy way jMong the borders.

One evening, while we were waiting for one of the endless courses of a table d'hote dynu-r. my wandering eyes were

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aught by the most perfect human head 1 had ever seen. It seemed that of tho youthful Lord Byron, so well known In "Mists ami engravings—the ctaall MI with high forehead and clustering dark 1-mwn curls, the perfectly molded chin, tho full, ripe beauty of the Hps. The eves were a deep blue, but I thought

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once ui tm?- museum at maples ana again in the Vatican- Is it Love, or jDeath, or Immortality? I queried, and then I knew it was the three in one.) I soon learned that the youth whose ideal beauty had impressed me so strongly was the Count Francisco de Alvala, of Toledo, in Spain. I fancy that liis eyes were as easily attracted to beauty as mine for tho next day he was my vis-a-vis at table not for the sake of looking at me, I was well aware, but on account of my beautiful neighbor. However, he sought my acquaintance with the grave courtesy becoming a grandee of Spain, and naturally gained that of Miss St. Clair also.

There teas a sudden influx of new guests.

It is the most natural thing in the world to make acquaintances in Rome. People talk together of the things they have seen or wish see they go to the same places by day, and in the evening they meet in the ladies' parlor to com pare their impressions. The young count never failed to join us in the evening, He had always something to show us— prints of his lomc in Spain, articles of virtu that he had bought, sketches that he had made, far he was a good amateur artist.

A group of young people of different nations generally collected on these oc casionn, and the conversation often turn ed on tho usages peculiar to their respective countries. "In Spain I could not greet ji lady with a simple good evening," said the count. •'I should say, 'Permit the humblest of your servants to lay himself at your feet,' Or something liko that." "Why do you not say it to us?" asked a bright eyed Canadian girl, "Well, it might be a little awkward if you should happen to take it literally In Spain it is the merest commonplace.' "If such exaggerated phrases are frittered into commonplaces, and the most impassioned words grow meaningless, what can a Spanish gentleman find to say when his heart is really touched?" I inquired. "I fancy we should find some very iimplo words to say it in," said the boy, Bushing liko a girl. "But I do not know —I have never learned." "Talk some more," commanded the tittle princess. "If a pretty young lady is walking in our streets a mantle is often flung suddenly in her way, and proud and happy is its owner if she deigns to set her dainty foot upon it." "What do they do that for? Because the streets are so muddy?" inquired an obtuse young woman. But nobody volunteered to enlighten her. "Cannot we go to Spain?" asked Miss St. Clair. "I should like to see a modern Sir Walter Raleigh." "If the senorita should appear in our streets they would be strewn with mantles," said the young count gallantly. "Would you throw down yours for mo to step upon?" "Surely, senorita." "I'll come then. It must be of velvet, mind." "Yes. studded with jewels."

I loved tho beautiful youth. His presence was like a poem in my life, and if it ever occurred to me that the familiar intercourse of tho young peoplo might not be altogether prudent, 1 dismissed it with the thought, He is only a boy.

There was to bo an illumination of the Coliseum. We were going of course, and Count Alvala begged that I would honor him by making use of his carriage on this occasion. "Thank you, but I have already spoken to Piero to come for us." "Oh, hut we can send him away. You will find my carriage more comfortable, and it will be in every way pleasanter," he urged beseechingly but my negative was peremptory.

Eight o'clock came. Miss St. Clair and I descended to the court oft he hotel, but where was Pieio? "It is singular. Lie was never late before, but I am confident that he will bo here presently. We have only to wait a little."

The minutes went by, and they were long minutes. It was awkward waiting in so public a place. The count had joined us with his friend, an Italian marquis Home oO years of age, with whom had

we had a slight acquaintance. Hie count's handsome equipage was drawn

cold, as if from the-ir thrones on the starry near us. There was no Piero. Hympmd Or if 1 turned my eyes reso-1 "I really think vou had better accept lately away from Juno. Ceres and Mi-1 my young friend's carriage. It would ncrva. they wen* sure to be snared by the be a pity to miss so grand a spectacle," said the marquis.

We entered the carriage. The count wrapped us in a magnificent feat her robe, such as the Montezumas wore, for the April nights in Rome are chill, however hot the sunshine. It was strange to se© the F\rum, ordinarily solitary and desolate, now thronged "with an eager multitude on foot and with numerous open carriages, in which were seated ladies in full dress as at the opera with us. Arriving at the Coliseum, we left the carriage and passed through the huge ports I. The gloomy arches were obscurely seen in the dusky Roman twilight, when suddenly, as if by magic, emy arc!* and 1 continued, "it would b® far more incra-

thetn black at first, they wer& darkly I crevke ©f t)t» gentle wua glowed, la-1 It*# &u» aay work I could give yoa. shaded by the thickblaek lashes. I am earnadiiied, as it ^yed with tbe*bkwd of Von wotdd not libs a position here at convinced that Byton must have had inartyw that had drenched it* *oa. alL,. TE1» girls are g-exx!. respectable just suoh eyes, for some of his btegraphers! There were salvos of artillery, bursts of girfe* but they would not suit yoa at alL di*era* them as black mKlothersashlue. military musics a few vivas from the And tfie wages 4s low." When he rv** from the table I #aw a! multitude. A hi ...just spectacle, but the I "I hare my salary ia the church," she slight. well knit figure of exquisite pro- tender beauty of moonlight said "that would help a littfe, and I portions, like the Cfreek god of kr*e hotter with do »oi want & situation with jcot girls^ (Sot Oupld with hii vulgar arrowy but! rx the true heavenly Eros.

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By LOUISE STOCgTOU.

{Copyright. All Rights Hesarrod.} CHAPTER The newspaper which Reuben Hale r.nd I own and edit is, I am aware, a •one horse" affair, but we are satisfied with it. It is a small eight paged weekly, largely made up of advertisements and seissorings, and the subscription price is one dollar a year. We have no reporters we never print telegrams nor murders, and we have a subscription list of 172,000 names—formers, gardeners and country people, because wherever there are people raising fruit, truck or flowers there goes the little Seed and Graft, and we are old fogy enough to employ girls to fold and direct these newspapers, and these girls do their work cheerfully and seem to be happy, When one of them marries we give her a sewing machine and a dining room table.

One day I came into the office after an absence of a couple of hours, and found Hale scissoring the New York dailies. "Dan," said he, "there was a young woman in here to see you." "Very well," said I getting a glass of water, "you saw her, I suppose? It-is as hot as ginger outside, Reuben." "I saw her," he replied, "but she didn't want to see me. It was the old gentleman she was after." "Now, come," said I, sitting down, "I am not going to shirk the title, but you'll have to take shares in it. Yon can't be distinguished from me by it, my boy! I

am gray, but you are bald I am lean and yon are stout, and there isn't a six months difference in our years or our looks, Reuben Hale."

Have it as you please," said he, "but that is what she said—she wanted to see old Mr. Crawford. I think she thought me the young one." "Was she a blind young woman?" "Blind!" he repeated. "Just wait until you see her eyes. Oh, she is coming back! At 2 o'clock, Daniel. Even if she didn't want to see me I asked her to do that. I told her you'd be in then." "Well, I won't," I answered. "I am going out to Melvin on the 1:45. I am not going to stay in town this hot day." "Yes, you are. You'll thank your happy stars if you do. If you miss her, Daniel, you'll break her heart, and after you have seen her she'll break yours."

I am going on the 1:45 train," I repeated. "Bet you a dollar you don't," said Hale. "I told her to come at 2, but she said 1 o'clock would be more convenient, and she would try to find you then, and Daniel, you had better take your feet off the chair, and brush that hair of yours up a little, for here she comes."

What a dunce you are! I really think"— But at that moment the door opened, and Marvey appeared. "Lady to see Mr. Crawford," said he, stepping aside, and there entered a young woman dressed very plainly in dark blue, with a smoke colored veil pretty well covering her face. "You do not remember me, Mr. Crawford," she said. "Iam Miss Margaret Woolstine. I see you very often in church, but of course you do not see me, but you have to"— and she nervously laughed, "yon have to hear me, you know." "Mr, Crawford," said Reuben, getting up without the glimmer of a smile and with great deliberation, "I am going to Melvin on the 1:4-5, and I shall have to leave at once. Will you kindly pay that dollar for me on account?" He put on his hat, took his cane, bowed to Miss Woolstine, went out the door, and heard him immediately tramping upstairs to the composing room, where I knew he had proofs to read. There were times when Hale was 16 instead of 60.

Miss Woolstine looked more comfort able after we were alone, and she took off her veil, holding it in her hands.

I almost felt as if I knew you, Mr. Crawford," Bhe said. "When I was a little girl I used to sit with my uncle in his pew just where I could see you as 1 looked at the painted glass window, and now from the choir of course we have you in full view."

And you do not think me rude because you so often catch me watching you?"

The girl slightly colored. "You have the kindest face in all the church. I cotdd never think you rude." And with that she became scarlet. "I will not say what I think of yours," I said gently, "or you might think me very rnde indeed, but can I do anything for you?"

She crushed her veil tightly in her hands. "I do not want to take up your time, Mr. Crawford but I do want to talk to you a minute. I have to support myself, and I want to get newspaper work, Mr. Crawford, and I thought perhaps you would give me some. It is so quiet here."

I looked at her with surprise "I thought you lived with your uncle, Mr. Mason?" "I did, but "we do not agree, and I have no money of my own, and as I have to leave there I must support myself." "But surely your* natural resource would be in music, Miss Woolstine. Your voice ought to bo worth a great deal to you." "I could not sing in public," she quickly answ

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TERRE HAUTE DAILY NEWS, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 4, 1S90.

"The church I do not

mind. U,«ase I have gene there ftll my life, but the concert stage!—oh, I could not do that! Aud would rather not teach. It worries me to teach music." "You would make a success in concerts." She shook her bead. "And," I

Mr, Oawftwd I want editorial

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this "fcit you know Mr. Hale aad I do all that and have time to spare." "But I have helped you a little," she explained with eagerness. "I have written you several things and you have al» ways published titan. Last week you made an editorial of one." "So, indeed! Then you are 'Mark Willis? mid I nodded my head like a Chinese mandaxiu, I have since been informed. "Well, you are not only a very beautiful young lady, but you area clever one, too. I dou't know that we ought to refuse Mr. Mark Willis!" "Oh, please do not," she cried, should be so glad to come here, and I think I could soon learn to be useful. I could cut out paragraphs for you, and that must be such stupid work for you to do and I could write on what subjects you thought best, and if you or the other gentleman wanted to go away for a few days I am sure I could do different things for you. And," she added, "you might both want to go away together. Suppose today you also would have liked to have left town on the 1:45 train. Wouldn't you have been more comfortable to have known some one was here ready to receive messages or attend to your orders?"

At this how could I help smiling, and I told her that her reasoning almost convinced me. "Indeed," I added, "it would do so bnt for two reasons—one, we do not need you in the slightest, and the other is that this stuffy office is no place for a young lady."

She stood up and I could see tried to look entirely indifferent, but her lips trembled and her face paled.

Of course then," she answered me, "there is nothing more to be said, and I can only beg your pardon, Mr. Crawford, for having troubled you."

As I sat still looking at her it flashed upon me that perhaps if I knew more of the history of this girl I should not so hastily shut the door upon her. And I have a veiy strong feeling about disappointing women. When I married my wife and I had only a meager salary upon which to live, and I grumbled enough because I had to work all night, and in consequence slept nearly all day. I thought I was deprived of my share of sunlight and social life, and my wife tenderly agreed with me.

After she suddenly failed in health' and died I discovered that she had worked in our little house all das* and sewed for the shops at night! It was thus she bought my little comforts! And now that she was dead and could not share the comfort and repose of my life it seemed to me that because of her deprivations I ought to be more thoughtful of other women. Little enough did the girls guess how often they owed somo little pleasure or indulgence to the mute pleading of my wife's memory. Thinking thus, I said: "Are you quite determined on newspaper work, Miss Woolstine?" "Quite. And perhaps I should tell you that I have an offer which I can accept from The Royal Express, although have not-written for them, but I have just come from there and they seem desirous of trying me." "Do you want to go there?"

She flushed painfully. "No, I do not. It is so public. There are so many men going and coming."

I nibbed my hands nervotisly. "Sit down, Miss Woolstine who did you see there—at the office?" "Mr. Finley, the editor." "And you will go there?" "I think I ought at least to try it, don't you? It is one of our best papers."

I have not described Margaret Woolstine, and I do not know how to do so. She was a lovely creature, tall, slender, with a superb carriage of the head and tho most charming coloring. Her eyes were dark and tender, but pride and obstinacy curved her pretty mouth, and I often thought that it could not be pleasant to cross her will. But thus far I have never hia to do more than observe what has happened to others who tried to subdue and conquer her.

As she stood before me, so young and charming and innocent, I thought of my wife, whPwas also a Margaret, and knew she would not have allowed the child to go into such a crowd as frequented The Royal Express, and I said: "Have you no mother?" "I have only my uncle," she answered, "and he is angry with me." "Very well," said I, "som6 one must take care of you, and I am going to ask you to let me try for a little while until your uncle has slept his anger off. And although we do not actually need another editor you can be of use to us, and I want you to come."

When Hale came down stairs Miss Woolstine was gone and I was in a little room back of our office taking papers out of a desk. "How is this," he said with a fine affectation of wonder, "didn't you get off?" "Hale," said I, "we are going to have another editor, and this room will have to lie made ready for her at once. I think well put a matting on the floor and make it look clean and cool, and we'll hang a pink curtain at the window. This desk will do, but we must get a better chair. If yoa will clear our belongings out

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aad I'll go for the matting." By Georgef add ha, "are you daft? What on earth are you talking about?"

And when I told him he listened and his only reply was an occasional ejaculation of "Oh, Lord!'' but his intonation of that expression never varied. [to saccoKMirtrraM

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Almostifjjiy of our animals may fnTl ia a fit It ia especially alarming w,.ji a horse falls iu harness or under %hs aaddleia a narrow or obstructed road or place, trembliuj: and writhing in convulsions. The first thing to be done is to frw the animal as coolly and quickly as possible from

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THE BANJO ARTISTE.

Tvras a roo^t delightful vl&ioo— Yes, sho the banjo there Kane would tet) it with derinioa

Bad be seen her chArming air. For her lovely eyes we« dancing. Till with gazing you were ilruafc: There was melody entrancing latitat

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There were trills exceeding tricteie— But the music was divine. Though tb« chords were oft erratic.

Each one dropping In a chunk. There was harmony ecstatic

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—Philander Johnson in Washington Post

Arranging for Exclusive New*. "This is the day of journalistic enterprise, ain't it?" said a man earnestly as he put his head inside the partially opened door. "Certainly," was the reply. "Come in."

He was shabby in attire, and his face showed the marks of vicissitude. "Well," he said, "I've got a scheme. All I want is $150 a week, and I'll get more news into your paper than you ever had in your whole experience." "How?" "Just send a reporter around with and I'll show yoiu I've only got a week's work mapped out. I've just put alive catfish in the nozzle of the pump around the corner, and I'm going back in a few minutes and swallow it. See? The doctors will pump me out, and you can keep the fish on exhibition in the office for the benefit of anybody who doesn't believe the story. For to-morrow, that's Tuesday, I'll take a parachute and jump off the Washington monument, and nobody but you will know that I'm going to do it. On Wednesday I'll make arrangements to dive off tho Free bridge, and get frustrated just at the critical moment by the police on Thursday I'll tell somebody that I'm Tascott, on Friday I'll throw a bogus bombshell at some cabinet officer, and on Saturday I'll draw my salary."—Washington Post.

An Autumnal VThaup.

The summer hours are going, the days are cooler growing, and over is the agricultural fair, fair, fair the golden rod is blooming, the dying flowers perfuming in rural limes the circumambient air, air, air. The Cape Cod maiden merry now picks the ripened berry, and quickly fills her measure 'mong the vines, vines, vines, and, singing at her labor or chatting with her neighbor, with ease can make a dollar ere she dines, dines, dines. Now the young and ardent lover, when the cares of day are over, who seeks his girl's affections to achieve, 'chieve, 'chieve, tells to her the old, old story, and beneath the stellar glory in osculatory practice spends the evo, eve, eve. The weather now is changing, the mercury often rangiug from sixty up to eighty in a day, day, day but shortly 'twill be steady, and merchants should be ready when shines the sun of trade to make their hay, hay, hay, for people who are wearing summer garments are preparing for tho autumn and tho merchant who is wise, wise, wise before the people flock in will lay asplendid stock in and in the local paper advertise, 'tise, 'tise.—Cape Cod Item.

Appcaranccs Are Sometimes Deceitful.

Saucy Duckling—Oh, ho! a very old looking head on a very dumpy looking chicken!

Rooster (indignantly)—Did you speak to me, sir?—Texas Si ftings.

A Dire Threat.

Angry Householder— How much will you take and leave the neighborhood at once?

Leader of Little German Band—Half a dollar. Angry Householder—You ask too much.

Leader of Little German Band—Ish dot so? Veil, I blays you more tune, nn den yon see if dot's too mooch.—Chatter.

Bis Expedient.

Whitely (to small boy)—Here, sonny, if you'll collect me a lot of insects I'll give you a quarter.

Small Boy—Insectal What do yer want 'em fer? Whitely—1, want to put them on my wife's plants. She won't let me smoke In the house except to kill insects on the plants.—West Shore.

A Bad Scares.-

"We were held up by train robbsrs." "Were you frightened?" "Awfully. One man who had disgorged $100 found ont afterward that he had a hundred tr^rrs in his fob pOcket that had been overl ed, and he waa soacared be went bock and gave it up."—New York Son.

Hi* Bur Hoar.

Servant Girl (at 1 a. m.—G«t np, Mr. Fellows, there ia a burglar below. Feii... drawingthe cover over his bead) —Te.. i.unFm not in.—New York World.

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Mr. Penny Wise Hayseed—No, I don't want your paper. I never read the paper* nod, besides, can't afford it as Pve jost Joe* 1900 on a bunco num.—Boston Hmes.

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"A dispotch say* that the striken are worsted." "Worsted? That's a yarn."—Lawrence

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"JlmmSe. do yon know why the cows alway» eat thistles when they can And them?" "Yea. So's to pick their teeth."—New York Stsa.

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