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W. F. SMITH, Publisher.
VOLUME IX.
THE FLOWN BIRD.
The maple's leaves are whirled away;
The depths of the great pines are stirred;
Night settles on the sullen day,
As In Its nest the mountain bird.
My wandering feet go up and down,
And back and forth from town to town.
Through the lone wood and by the sea,
To find the bird that fled from me;
I followed, and I follow yet—
-1 have forgotten to forget
My heart goes back, but I go on,
Through Brimmer heat and winter snow ;
Poor heart, we are no longer one,
But are divided by our woe.
too to the nest I built and call—
She may be hiding after all—
The empty nest If that remains,
And leave me in the long, long rains ;
My sleeves with tears are always wet—
-1 have forgotten to forget
Men know my story, but not mo—
For such fidolity, they say,
Flints not—such a man as he
Fxists not In the world to-day.
If his light bird has flown the nest
She is no worse than all the rest;
Constant they are not—only good
To bill and coo, and hatch the brood;
He has but one thing to regret—
lie has forgotten to forget.
All day I see the ravens fly,
I hear the sea-birds scream all night;
Tho moon goes up and down the sky,
The sun comes in with ghastly light;
Leaves whirl, white flakeß around me blow—
Are they spring blossoms or the snow ?
Only my hair? Good by, my heart,
The tim* has come for us to part;
Be still 1 You will be happy yet—
For death remembers to forget.
—Translated from the Japanese.
THEIU SECOND YOUTH.
Tlio Laily Annabel Bat in a small room
iii her father’s castle, looking out of a
window which overlooked a wide land
scape. Her maidens were in a little
group at tlio other end of the apartment
busily engaged at their embroidery,
laughing and chattering and whispering,
just as they might were they alive now
—for this was many years ago and they
are all dead and buried. The Lady
Annabel took no notico of them;
Bho was thinking. At last she looked
up and yawned—“Oh, I am so sleepy
and thirsty! Mabel, bring me some
water. ”
Mabel obeyed—and as she received the
cup again, she said “ Your Ladyship will
not be sleepy to-morrow 1”
“ To-morrow ! What is to-morrow?”
“ Does not your Ladyship recollect
that to-morrow is your Ladyship’s birth
day? and ”
“My birthday? Oh, yes, so it is. I
had forgotten all about it. We are to
have a merry timo of it, I believe; but
lam sure I feol in no humor for merri
ment now. Lay down your work, girls,
for a little while, and take a stroll in the
garden.”
When she found herself alone, the La
dy Annabel walked up and down the
small apartment, then stopping before
the looking glass she said : “My birth
day ! Am I indeed twenty-nine to-mor
row ? Twenty-nine ! that sounds old 1
It is ten years since my father came in
to possession of this estate, and every
one of those years have passed one just
like another. I feel no older than I was
then. I look no older.” And she looked
again into the mirror.
“I am no older in any one respect.
How I wish they would let my birthday
pass by in silence, and not distress me
by publishing *to all the assembled
crowd that the Lady Annabel is now
twenty-nine! ”
Her reverie was here disturbed by the
hasty entrance of her father.
“ Why, what makes you look so down
cast, daughter ? For shame ! go down
and assist in the preparations for to
morrow’s feast, instead of moping here.
Hat I must not forget to tell you I saw
my neighbor L this morning. We
passed through his grounds, and he
joined our hunting party.”
At this the Lady Annabel’s color
heightened visibly.
“He says he expects his son back in
a few months ; and he and I were set
king, that as our estates touch, and as
be has but one son, and 1 have but the
daughter ; but I hear my men ;
they have brought home the stags—one
of them has such horns ! You must
come down after awhile and see them.”
So saying he left her.
“And Jasper is coming home,” con
tinued the Lady Annabel to herself,
‘ How well do I remember the first
time I saw- him—it was on my birthday!
I was 12-years old, and, although he
just my age, I was a tall girl and he
& little boy. I refused to dance with him
because he was a whole head shorter
than I—but if mv father and his have
B uch plans for us ”
At this moment her companions re
turned, and, quieting their laughing
countenances, sat down again to their
embroidery.
The next day was one of unusual fes
'ity. By mid-day the hall was crowd
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ed with ladies and gentlemen of high de
gree, from far and near. The music
was loud, and dancing and feasting was
the order of the day. The Lady Anna
bel, contrary to her expectation, was be
guiled by the joy she saw on every face
around her, and entered with great vi
vacity into every sport that was pro
posed. No laugh so loud as hers—no
movement so full of glee. Late at
night, when the guests had departed,
she threw herself, flushed and excited,
into a largo chair in her own room, and
began to loosen the rose from her hair.
So it is all over, and I have been hap
py, very happy, indeed I have—only the
recollection that it was my birthday
would intrude itself upon me, to damp
my enjoyment, every now and then. I
heard several people usk if it were true
that it was my twenty-ninth birthday—
they did not know it was my twenty
ninth. And that odious Miss Wliat’s
her-name actually said I looked very
well for that, very well, indeed. I
should be glad, I know, to see her look
half so well, though she was, as she
eays, a baby when I was almost grown
up. Twenty-nine ! twenty-nine 1 Oh !
I wish I was not so old 1” and, covering
her face with her hands, she burst into
tears.
Let us pass over a few months. The
neighbor’s long-expected son lias come
home, and Lady Annabel is in a state of
anxiety, for her heart is true to her first
love, despite her twenty-nine years. Her
father and his neighbor are a great deal
together, looking over papers and in
specting boundary lines ; but, contrary
to all expectation, the neighbor’s son
turns out perverse, as neighbors’ sons
are apt to do, and begins a flirtation
with a little girl of sixteen, as poor as a
rat. His father frowned, Annabel’s fa
ther frowned, and Annabel—she remem
bered her twenty-nine years.
This state of things continued for
some months, in spite of various remon
strances on tlio part of one father and
polite speeches on the part of the other.
In vain title deeds were shown him—in
vain the contiguous estates were talked
over and walked over. Jasper remained
immovable.
At last, upon being formally and rig
orously appealed to by his father as to
his intentions concerning Lady Annabel,
ho obstinately refused to enter into any
engagement with her whatsoever, alleg
ing as a reason that she was too old to
be his wife, and adding, she might be
informed of his having said so, for aught
lie cared.
Two clays after ho put tho finishing
stroke to his disobedience by eloping
with the before-mentioned little girl of
IG.
All this was conveyed to the Lady
Anuabel by her offended and indignant
father. And now, indeed, was she un
happy—for she really loved this man,
and knew 7 herself to have been loved by
him some years before.
“Too old for him, indeed!—too old for
him ! God knows my love for him may
be older than it was, but it is only the
stronger, the more enduring. Cruel,cruel
Jasper, to cast me off thus ; and for
what ? —because lam 29 1 Surely lam
the same that I have always been. And
he reproached mo with the years that
have taken away none of my beauty ;
he might as well lay to my charge the
age that passed before I was born. ”
But so it was, in spite of all her grief.
It was then as it is now, as it always
has been and always will be—man
speaks, and womau abides by it. The
Lady Annabel pined, and grieved and
wept in secret; and talked and laughed
and jested about the elopement in pub
lic ; and for a while no one knew that
hers was a heavy-laden heart.
Tears do a great deal of mischief in
the world. In the Lady Annabel’s case
they did a great deal. They took all
the luster from her bright eyes; they
washed away the color from her cheeks,
and rolling down they wore for them
selves channels in her smooth skin, so
that by her 30th birthday people began
to sav, “the Lady Annabel is very
much faded”—“the Lady Annabel is
not quite so young as she was ” —and
one little lady, the odious little lady, as
Lady Annabel had called her a year ago,
was heard to say—“l did think she
wore very well, but I don t think so
now. To be sure, poor thing, she is
getting on pretty well.”
Thi3 time the Lady Annabel entreat
ed her father to omit the usuil merry
making. She spent the day alone in
her own room.
“Thirty years old 1 How it dis
tressed me a year ago to think I was
29. I have no such feelings now. Jas
| per was right when he said I tbs too
' old for him. How would my careworn,
INDIAN SPRINGS, GEORGIA.
sorrowful face look in company with his
blooming appearance ? They talked of
a ball for to-night—how my heart
shrank from such a thing ! lat a ball!
No—this dimly-lighted room suits me
better. Jasper was right. But then, if
he had still loved me, would my youth
and beauty have gone so soon ? Per
haps not—but they are gone. And what
is left to me ? A dull, joyless life of re
gret.”
But she was wrong—she was not quite
as old as she thought. A few years
passed away. Her violent sorrow be
came changed by degrees into a melan
choly, and then into a gravity. They
rarely saw her laugh, but she was
very often cheerful. She had put away
her ornaments—her jewels—it is true,
but her attire was always becoming and
elegant. Her father’s dwelling contin
ued to be the resort of his numerous
friends. She mingled with them but
seldom, and smiled when the odious lit
tle lady, now Mrs. Somebody, talked
about old maids. Meanwhile Jasper was
never heard of—his angry father having
refused to correspond with him. He
seemed to bo everywhere forgotten, and
he was—everywhere but in one place.
But grief will wear itself out, After
a while Annabel at first listened, and
then joined in the conversation of lier
father’s guests, and found herself by
degrees returning the interest evinced
for her by a country gentleman of some
property in the neighborhood, about ten
years older than herself. She was now
35.
The next thing was a wedding at the
hall, and no one seemed in higher spirits
than the bride herself, decked in the
ornaments which had laid in their cases
for five years. Annabel was young
again.
Let us pass over five years of quiet
domestic happiness—for, although her
feelings toward her husband were very
different from those called forth by her
first love, still she was attached to the
worthy man. * * * * *
Her black dress and ugly cap, no less
than her slow gait and saddened air,
showed her to be a widow 7 . Lonely and
desolate since her bereavement, slie has
again taken up her residence with her
father, and inhabits the same little room
she formerly did.
A few 7 months more, and her father’s
death increased her seclusion. She has
no relation left on earth, and earnestly
and bitterly does she pray that she may
die, and leave this world of sorrows.
She receives no visitors, and never ap
pears abroad—only now and then, late
in the afternoon, when the weather is
fine, her tall, closely-veiled figure may
bo seen walking slowly through the
shady w r alks about the castle, and the
village children coming home from
school peep at her through the hedge
and whisper : “It is only tho old lady
taking her walk.”
We said visitors were never admitted
there, and they were not. So much the
greater then w 7 as the surprise of all the
servants when, one day, a fine-looking,
middle-aged man was seen in the large
parlor in converse with their mistress;
this was repeated so often that at last it
became quite a customary thing. She
took no more solitary walks; her black
veil was laid aside; her close cap again
gave way to her glossy hair—glossy
still, though streaked with gray. Her
youth was coming back—for was not
this Jasper—the Jasper of old—her first
love ? Poor Jasper 1 he had been un
happy in his marriage, and upon his
j wife’s death had come home with his
son after long years spent in poverty
abroad.
“Jasper,” said Annabel, “ the world
will call ns an old couple. It is true
years have passed over us. We have
been old, both of us, but it was sorrow
that made us so, not time. Sorrow has
left us now, and time has brought us to
this, our second youth. Is it not so?
For, although they speak the truth when
they say both of us have gray hairs, yet,
if they could but see our hearts, they
would say there is youth yet in them—
as in the day when I would not dance
with you because you were a head short
er than I, or the day when you deserted
me because I was too old for you.”
One line of Chicago street cars is pro
pelled by an endless cable, revolving
around a large cylinder driven by a
steam engine. The cable is always in
motion, a “ grip ” being let fall from the
car, which seizes the cable, and the
cqg is dragged on until it is necessary
to stop, when the “ grip ” is relaxed and
the car stops.
Chesterfield used to say, “Never
walk fast ; a gentleman is never in a
hurry,” But then there were no rail
road trains or horse cars to catch in his
day, —Jbvivcll Citizen.
SMITH WANTED WHAT HE OR
DERED.
Some year3 ago an Austin merchant,
whom we will call Smith—because that
was and is the name painted on his sign
board, sent an order for goods to a New
York firm. He kept a extensive
general store, had plenty of money, kept
all his accounts in a pocket memorandum
book, and didn’t know the difference be
tween double entry book-keeping and the
science of hydrostatics.
Among other things he ordered was
12 gross assorted clothes-pins,
12 ditto grindstones.
When he ordered the grindstones, he
meant to order an assortment of twelve
grindstones. The shipping clerk of the
New York firm was astonished when he
read the order. He went to the man
ager and said •
“For Heaven’s sake ! what do they
want with twelve gross, 1,728 grind
stones, in Texas ? ” The manager said
it must be a mistake, and telegraphed
Smith:
“ Wasn’t it a mistake ordering so many
grindstones ? ”
Old man Smith prided himself on never
making a mistake. He had no copy of
his order to refer to, and, if he had, he
would not have referred to it, because he
knew he had only ordered twelve grind
stones. So he wrote back :
“Probably you think you know my
business better than I do. I always or
der what I want, and I want what I
order. Send on the grindstones.”
The New York firm knew Smith was a
little eccentric, but that he always paid
cash on receipt of invoice, and was able
to buy a dozen quarries-full of grind
stones if he cared to indulge in such
luxuries, so they filled his order as writ
ten, and chartered a schooner, filled her
full of grindstones, and cleared her for
Galveston. They wrote to Smith, and
said that they hoped the consignment of
grindstones by schooner would keep him
going until they could charter another
vessel. Smith sold grindstones at whole
sale, and at low figures on long time for
some three years afterward. Now, when
Smith’s wicked rivals in business want
to perpetrate a [practical joke on an in
nocent hardware drummer, they tell him
that he had better not neglect to call on
Smith, as they just heard the old man
say he wanted to order some more grind
stones. When the drummer calls on
Smith, and, with a broad smile lighting
up his countenance, says, “ Mr. Smith,
I understand you are needing some
grindstones,” there is a painful tableau
that the reader can better imagine than
we can describe. —Texas Siftings.
INDIA-RUBBEX.' GATHEItJCXG.
When the hunter has found a rubber
tree, he first clears away a space from
the roots, and then moves on in search
of others, returning te commence opera
tions as soon as he haA marked all the
trees in the vicinity. He first of all digs
a hole in the ground hard by, aud then
cuts in the tree a Y-shaped incision,
with a machete, as high as he can reach.
The milk is caught as it exudes and
flows into the hole. As soon as the flow
from the cuts has ceased the tree is cut
down, and the trunk raised from the
ground by means of an improvised
trestle. After placing large leaves to
catch the sap, gashes are cut throughout
the entire length, and the miik carefully
collected. When it first exudes the sap
is of the whiteness and consistence of
cream, but it turns black on exposure
to the air. When the hole is filled with
rubber, it is coagulated by adding hard
soap or the root of the mechvacan,
which have a most rapid action, and
prevent the escape of the water that is
always present in the fresh sap** When
coagulated sufficiently, the rubber is
carried on the backs of the hunters by
bark thongs to the banks of the river
and floated down on rafts. The annual
destruction of rubber trees in Columbia
is very great, and the industry must
soon disappear altogether, unless the
Government puts in force a law that
already exists, which compels the hunt
ers to tap the trees without cutting them
down. If this law were strictly carried
out there would be a good opening for
commercial enterprise, for rubber trees
will grow from eight to ten inches in
diameter in three or four years from
seed. The trees require but little at
tention, and begin to yield returns soon
er than any other. Those that yield
the greatest amount of rubber flourish
on the banks of the Simu and Aslato
rivers. The value of the crude India
rubber imported into the States annual
ly is about $10,000,000.
A Chicago dealer advertises corsets
: { - or io cents. It is wonderful how cheap
squeezing has become in this country.
THE FREEZING CURE.
By means of freezing parts may be
rendered wholly insensible to pain, so
that slight surgical operations may be
easily performed. Wlien the freezing is
long continued the frozen parts may lose
their vitality entirely, which will cause
them to slough away. By these meaus,
excrescences, as warts, wens and polypi,
fibrous and sebaceous tumors, and <ven
malignant tumors, as cancers, may be
successfully removed. Small cancers
may sometimes be cured by repeated
and long-continued freezing. Their
growth may certainly be impeded by
this means. A convenient mode of ap
plication in cancer of the breast is to
suspend from the neck a rubber bag
filled with powdered ice, allowing it to
lie against the cancerous organ. FreezJ
mg may be accomplished by applying a
spray of ether, by means of an atom
izer, or by a freezing mixture composed
of equal parts of pounded ice and salt,
of two parts of snow to one of salt.
Mix quickly, put into a gauze bag, and
apply to the part to be frozen. In three
to six minutes the skin will become
white and glistening, w'lien the bag
should be removed. Freezing should
not be continued longer than six mim
utes at a time, as the tissues may be
harmed, though usually no harm results
from repeated freezing, if proper care is
used in thawing the frozen part. It
should be kept immersed iu cool water,
or covered with cloths kept cool by fre
quent wetting with cold water, until the
natural feeling is restored. Felons
may often be cured, especially when
they first begin, by freezing two or
three times. Lumbago and sciatica; as
well as other forms of neuralgia, are
sometimes almost instantly relieved by
freezing of the skin immediately above
the painful part. We have cured some
of the most obstinate cases of sciatica
by this means, after other remedies had
failed.— Dr. J. 11. Kellogg , in Physician.
A CUP OP GOOD COFFEE .
Lord Beaconsfield, with his wide ex
perience, wrote in “Endymion” that a
cup of good coffee is the rarest and most
delicious beverage in the world. Bad
coffee is certainly the rule, good coffee
the exception. There is no reason why
coffee should not bo invariably good.
With a common tin coffee pot, pure
water and a fine quality of coffee, as
fragrant and delicious a beverage as any
one need care to drink can be prepared
without any extraordinary effort or
trouble. This recipe will always insure
excellent coffee : Mix the ground coffee
with the white of an egg and a little
cold water, stirring them well together;
add one-third of the amount required of
cold water, and set tho pot on the stove
where it will heat gradually. As soon
as it coi.es to a boil, add another por
tion of the water, and in like manner
the third portion. After the whole
quantity of water has been added, let it
boil at once, pour a little cold water into
the pot, remove from the stove, and,
after standing a few minutes to settle,
it will be ready for use. This method,
which is still simpler, is also good: Mix
the ground coffee with a small quantity
of cold water to a paste, and let it steep
for an hour or longer. When needed,
add as much boiling water as desired,
and let it stand for ten or fifteen minutes
where it will keep hot but not boil.
Cold water makes a stronger infusion,
and extracts the aroma of coffee better
than hot water—and allowing it to reach
the boiling point destroys the taste of
rawness incident to most coffees steeped
in or filtered with boiling water.
An amusing incident occurred at the
Pension Office the other day. One of
the examiners, in looking over the pa
pers of an applicant for a pension, found
that it was indorsed by Rutherford B.
Hayes, of Fremont, Ohio. As is cusl
tomary when the character of the per
sons indorsing the claim are unknown,
the Postmaster of the town is written to
for information. The examiner evidently
did not know who Rutherford B. Hayes
was, as he wrote to the Postmaster at
Fremont, Ohio, making the usual in
quiries. Greatness disappears with un
usual rapidity.
♦
Although an official declaration and
a commemorative medal announce that
the Cologne Cathedral is practically
complete, a certain amount of decora
tion—considerable in the aggregate,
though insignificant in comparison with
the whole vast work—still remains to be
applied. The London Echo thinks that
another generation may pass away be
fore the structure, with all its world of
detail, will be declared perfect.
SUBSCRIPTION—SI.SO.
NUMBER 32.
PLEASANTRIES
“ Tms is rather up-hill work,” said
the patient, when he threw up the doc
tor’s bolus.
The “fours of habit,” said the gam
bler, softly, as he dealt himself all the
aces in the pack.
A Boston doctor says high-heeled
shoes ruin the eyesight, and yet he can
not be persuaded to look the other way.
“At what age were you married?” in.
quired one matron of another. “At
the parsonage,” demurely answered her
triend.
The army worm got as far as Boston
when a miss with eye-glasses called it
by its real name. It immediately laid
down and died.
“ Taxmage On the North Pole ” is the
caption of an article in an exchange.
Should think he would resemble a jump
ing-jack in that position.
An experiences observer was once
asked, “ Wliat is the art of winning a
woman?” and answered: “About the
same thing as the art of pig to
market.”
“ Why does a donkey eat thistles?’
asked a teacher of one of the largest
boys in the class. “Because he is
a donkey, I reckon,” was the prompt
reply.
In the mountains—Arabella (whose
soul is Wrapped in science): “Charles,
isn’t this gneiss?” Charles (who is
deeply interested in Arabella) : “ Nice !
It’s delicious.”
Some ingenious observer has discov
ered that there is a remarkable resem
blance between a baby and wheat, since
it is cradled, then thrashed, and finally
becomes the flower of the family.
The Marquis of Bute started a daily
paper in Wales, and, after sinking about
$400,000 in the concern, shut up the
shop. Asa Marquis he is all right, but
in journalism the Bute is on the other
leg.
A professor of French in an Albany
school recently asked a pupil what was
the gender of academy. The unusually
bright pupil responded that it depended
on whether it was a male or female
academy. *
Two well-dressed ladies were ex
amining a statue of Andromeda, labeled
“Executed in terra-cotta.” Says one,
“Where is that?” “lam sure I don’t
know,” replied the other, “but I pity
the poor girl, wherever it was.”
Will someone who is versed in the
science of sound please get up and ex
plain why a hotel waiter, who can’t hear
the call of a hungry man two feet and a
half away, can hear the jingle of a quar
ter clear across a dining-room ?
“Where would we be without
women ? ” asks a writer. It’s hard to
determine just which way the majority
would drift, but some men would be
out of debt and out of trouble, and a
good many others would be out at their
elbows.
Mother seeking a situation as foot
man for her rawboned son. Lady—
“ Does he know how to wait at table ?”
Mother—“ Yes, ma’am.” Lady—“ Does
he know his way to announce?” Mother
—“Well, ma’am, I don’t know that he
knows his weight to an ounce, but hs
does to a pound or two.”
Vermont has for years been the chief
reliance of American sheep-growers for
fine-wool animals, and the trade in
merino sheep from the Green Mountain
State is steadily on the increase. From
tne town of Middleburg alone there were
shipped last year 6,777 head of regis
tered merino sheep, against 5,966 in
1880, and 4,000 head in 1879. Four
fifths of these sheep were shipped to
Ohio, Michigan, and Texas.
Thebe is a wealthy brewer in Mon
treal who built a church and inscribed
on it : “ This church was erected by
Thomas Molson, at his sole expense.
Hebrews, xx. chapter.” Some of the
McGill College wags got a ladder one
night and altered the inscription so as
to make it read: “This church was
built by Thomas Molson at his soul’s
expense. He brews (double) XX.”
Vermont has a model farmer. He
does his own work on the farm, and
spends his winter evenings at knitting
and sewing. His evening work so far
this winter consists of four pairs of
double mittens, quilt containing 928
pieces and one containing 1,525 pieces,
and he is engaged on another calico mo*
siac.
The three famous Washburne broth
ers are at Eureka Springs, Ark.—lsrael,
of Maine; Elihu 8., of Illinois, and
Cadwalader C„ of Wisconsin.