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SAVANNAH GA.. SATURDAY. JANUARY 15.1887.
The Home of Love.
Fret! fret! fret!
j No wonder the work goes wrong;
Worry, end fuss, and fume and fret
With never a change in the song.
I And the husband mutters, with scowling face,
I As he enters his home and takes his place,
| "Ah. surely, mine is a pitiful ease,
; For iny wife does nothing but fret"
Scold! scold! scold!
And the voice is sharp and thin!
The eye is bard and the hand is quick,
And they spare neither kith or kin;
While the neighbors mock at the vixen’s
• And tho busband goes where the drunkards
; And drowns his woes with a glass and song
Because his wife is a scold.
Smile! smile! smii
For a magic power is this;
What a welcome home to a •
Are a smile and a wifeiy kiss!
For smiles in a cottage must sunshine make,
As over the kindly ii[w they break,
Who would not work for the dear, sweet sake
Os a wife with a sunny smile?
Love! love! love!
| W hatever the trouble be,
Rsmember that love is a brother fond,
That is born for adversity;
Though heavy the burdens may be to bear,
Os poverty, weariest toil, and care.
i The lowliest home may be bright and fair,
If it is but the home of love.
I POOR JOHN I
BY FLORENCE !!. GETCHELL.
It was an August day; the heat was
I intense, and Mrs. Arde, on her way down
: town to do some shopping, stopped in at
Mrs. Bray’s to rest. Sho found Mrs.
I Bray, looking worn and anxious, busy
| mending her little son’s diminutive knick
, erbockers. She put aside her work at
I one?, however, on seeing her friend and
» begged Mrs. Arde to sit down.
"Um real glad you came in," she said,
“for I’ve been dull enough lately and
I haven’t gone anywhere or seen anybody !’’ |
“Have you been sick ?” asked Mrs.
i “Well, I can’t say I’ve been actually |
I sick, though I’ve had the headache al- I
l most constantly. But I haven’t felt in i
the mood for any amusement. I often :
think I have more trouble than any one
else living. T tell John it’s no wonder
I’m getting gray so fast. I’ll look like
an old woman long before my time."
“What is the matter ?’’ asked Mrs.
“Well, in the first place, there’s to be
a new superintendent at the mills on the
, first of September, and 1 expect nothing
else but that John will lose his place.”
“Why, isn't he liked V
“Yes, but there are always so many
discharges when a new superintendent
comes in. If John WSfe&i&jdace I don’t I
know what we poor- I
I house, I suppose.’*
“Not so bad is that, I hope;” anil
I Mrs. Arde could hiot repress a smile. ;
“At least not while you own .such a nice |
j cottage as that you have just built on ;
I Pierce street. Mr. Arde and drove 1
past it yesterday and admired it very ■
. much.” I
“Oh, that’s just another source of
•rouble. We built it to rent, you know,
; and it has been finished three weeks, and
jno sign of a tenant yet. 1 tell John it
I will eat its head off. It was a great
mistake to build so far out. People
, won’t go out thero to live; it’s too incon
i venient. I whs saying to John yesterday
j thut it wouldn’t surprise mo at all if we
I didn't rent it fur a year—and think
■ what a loss!"
“Os course y< u remember the old say
' ing about crossing a bridge before you
; come to it!” said Mri Aide.
“Ob, it’s easy for you to talk; it isn’t
your bridge," was the rejoinder. “I
wouldn't worry about the house so much
if it were not that we arc anticipating a
heavy loss in another direction. John
very foolishly went sccuiiiy on a note
for two hundred dollars, which will fa'l
due in three days. Nut a word have we
heard from the man who owes it, and I
am morally certain he won’t pay a cent of
IH. I feel fairly sick whenever 1 think of
it. I told John yesterday that I’d never
forgive him if he ever went security for
any one again. I <«>n’t think a man
ought to ask such a favor; it is taking a
mean advantage of friendship.”
“Why not hope that tho note zoill be
paid?” asked Mrs. Arde gently.
“There’s no ground for hope, and
Mrs. Bray sighed heavily. “How we are
to manage I don’t know, for it took
every cent we’d laid by to build that
cottage; and I told John when it was
finished that we’d have to scrimp more
than ever now. And we must calculate
on a heavy doctor’s bill too.”
“Well, Georgia had the diptheria last
January, you know, and all but died,
and it stands to reason he’ll have it
:igain, his throat’s so tender. I’m wor
ried about him all the time. 1 don’t
take a moment’s peace. Life is so
strange! It does seem as if some people
were shut off from everything like en
joyment. With me it’s nothing but care
and trouble from the beginning to the
end of every year."
“I have always maintained that life is
pretty much as we make it,” said Mrs
Arde quietly, as she rose to go. “Os
course trouble conus upon us sometimes
—we must expect that—but it’s a bad
plan to borrow it. I think it is belter
to hope for the best under all circum
stances and put our faith in the Lord.
He’s sure to bring things out right in the
end. And you know that sometimes
what seems like a great trouble turns
out to be a blessing in disguise."
“Ch, it is easy for you to feel that
way; you never have any worries,” re
turned Mrs. Bray. “Your husband is
well off and you have no children. I
was saying to John this very morning
that I must certainly have been born
under an unlucky star.”
“Poor John !” thought Mrs. Arde, but
she made no reply.
A month later Mrs. Bray returned her
friend’s call. Her face still worea worn,
harassed expression, and she sighed as
she accepted the chair Mrs. Arde pushed
“I thought I’d run-in for a little
while," she said, “but I don’t know that
you’ll thank me for coming. I’m dull
company for anybody these days."
“I hope your husband hasn’t been dis
charged,” said Mrs. Arde.
“No; he’s kept, his place, and he and
the new superintendent are great friends;
I only hope it will last,” was the reply.
“Then that worry is off your mind;
and your cottage is rented, too. Mr.
Arde and I drove past it yesterday and
saw some children playing on the
“Yes, it’s rented, and to a very nice
family,’ said Mrs. Bray. “They pay a
higher rate than we expected to get too,
and that’s a great help. But of course
they won’t stay—we can’t expect it. I
was saying to John a few days ago that
lit wouldn’t surprise me at all if the
I house was empty again by the end of
! Decerning, there are always si many
changes made about that season of the
“You must hope for the best. How
I about that note you feared would not be
i paid ?”
‘•Ob, that trouble is off niy mind, 1
thank goodness! The man paid it. ■
But it would be just like John to lend
his name to another. I’m worried about
it all the time. He don’t know how to 1
refuse a friend anything. I am always i
tellieg him that his generosity will bring
us all to the poor-house yet.”
Again Mrs. Arde thought of ‘‘Poor
John!” and wondered how he endured
life tied tfta woman who crossed every
bridge long before she camo to it and
found rocKSsjmd burn in the smoothest
P° th -.
T his is pct a fijpcy sketch, and I ven
ture nothing in saying that among those
who read it there will be few who can
not call to mind people who, like Mrs.
Bray, b< rrow trouble on every hand. —
Pleasant for Featherly.
‘‘Vi hat was it that ma said to you, when
you came in?” whispered young Bobby
to Feather! y, ono of the guests.
“Oh, simply that she was delighted to
see me; that was all, Bobby.”
“I’m glad of it,” said Bobby, and a '
look of genuine relief came over his face,
“’cause she said this morning, that she ,
hoped you would'; come.”—Afas'Keri:
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The Laud of Lakes*
Finland is, in the language of th®
country, Suomesirnaa, “the land of th®
lakes," and this is really the truth, as no
less than one-third is under water. Much
of this is, however, marsh land, though
the lakes Saima, Lodoga, Enare, etc.,
cover some thousands of square miles.
The surface of the country is flat, with a
chain of low hills about tho centre, the
highest of these being tho mountain
“Aavasaksa.” The coasts arc deeply in
dented and picturesque, with bold gran
ite cliffs standing clear out against th®
deep blue sky, and many islands belong
ing to the Archipelago of Aland dot the
surface of its western waters. Inland i
there are dense forests of pine, fir and
birch, which have a strange and enthrall
ing influence upon tho imagination.
Notwithstanding their usually sornbr®
aspect, there are innumerable pleasant
glades in the recesses of these woods,
where the tall white-stemmed birch and
great boulders covered with lichen crop
up from the grass and form a pleasant
picture; besides this the lakes have a
beauty—solemn and romantic—which
can scarcely be found elsewhere. The
landscape, 100, dotted with numerous
windmills, and the church towers, built
apart from the places of worship, present
strange pictures. From these towers tho
night watchmen sound their horns or
play upon triangles as an alarm of fire.
O ten in the dead of night a great blaz®
on the horizon will tell of some forest
fire. These are mainly owing to the
carelessness of the peasantry, and, com
bined with the great, exportation of tim
ber and its lavish use lor firewood and
for building purposes, have can ■ 1 a
great rise m its •mine within the In L w
y<‘iiis. Travelling in the country, t ,h I
cheap, is not always pleasant. »M of M
the roads arc what would be de < ribed ||
as “corduroy’’-that is, having rough
logs laid across, over which one’s vehicle
bumps and jumps in a manner calculated
to make the bones sore for a. considerable
time after a journey. The velocity with
which the natives send the carriage down hl
hiils is also likely to try the nerves of
any not to the manner b rrn. Most per
sons posting through Finland have their
own vehicles, wheeled ones for the sum
mer nn l sledges sos the winter, and they
change horses at each stage of about flf<
teen versts (ten English miles). Should
you have to trust to the post house for
a conveyance you are morj likely than
not condemned to travel in a curt with
out springs and a hard seat with no back
to it, or an ordinary work sledge. The
(hinge for posting is little enough, being
ten Finnish pennies (Id. English) per • ?
verst, and the driver is required by law ’
to take you at the rate of one Swedish
or seven English miles per hour.— Leisure
Little Florence was 6 years old, and - >
her brother Willie two years younger. ;
One evening their mamma wished them
to go to bed, and knowing the little
girl's fondness for playing mamma, she
“Como now, children, I haven’t hud
time yet to look over the morning paper.
You run right up to bed now and let
mamma read. Florence you can play
mamma and put your little brother to
bed, you know.”
“All wight,” said Florence, sitting
down nnd taking up a puper in imitation
of her mamma: “wun wight up to bed,
Willie, I want to wcad the morning
paper.— Chicago A’sics.
- • MB
Ul iniirck an 1 the Burgom ,st r.
Prince Bismarck, delayed at u railroad
station between Frazenbad and Berlin,
at Reichenbach, inquired of the burgo
master of the place if the sausages and
the beer were good. Having been
answered in the affirmative, the burgo
master said: “There has been a fear of
war, but it is not yet so near, is it your .*
Excellency?” “God preserve u* far
from it," said the chancellor; “you
.have time enough yet to read Goethe s
of hydrophobia in camo.*
arc reported from Algeria. The animal*
were not known to have been bitten, but
had grazed In » pasture which Lad fed
a. r»>d horse. 4