The Corvallis gazette., May 28, 1880, Page 4, Image 4

WEEKLY CORY ALUS GAZETTE.
CORVALLIS.
MAY 28, 1880
A READING LESSON.
BY JOSEPH IN B POL L A It D.
They sat in a dusky corner
Turning the leaves of a book,
O'er each pitcore fair.
Or legend tbere.
Bending with eager look.
She was a modest maiden
And be was a timid youtb;
And tbe volume tbey view
Together those two
Is a bit of action, forsooth .
And tbere wasn't as pretty a picture
In all tbe book, I'll engage.
As tbe one that leaned
By tbe twilight screened
Well over the printed page.
His tresses with hers so blending
Tbey turned to a ligl tei shade;
While tbecbeekof tbe youtb
Was in very truth
As red as tbe iheek of tbe maid.
Tbe ithadows began to deepen,
Tbe printed page was a blur;
Vet he did dot close
The book, nor propose
A change of employment to her.
But a In their eager reading
Tneir bands together bad met,
In tbe same warm clasp.
More than friendly grasp.
They lingered and lingered yet.
Nor needed they for a moment
In each others face to look;
For the secret guessed
Was at once contesseU ;
And each heart was an open book.
FLORA' HAIR.
It was the afternoon of a clear Febru
ary daVta bright sky above.capital sleigh
ing beneath and a keen, knife-like wind
midway between, when Silas Montague's
superb chestnut-colored horses were
checked in front of the plate-glass win
dows of a fashionable coiffeur's establish
ment, just out of the whirl and tumult of
.Broadway, and a young Jady about seven
teen years of age alighted from the choc
olate-colored coupe to enter the domin
ion of pomatum and frisettos. -
The knight of combs and scissors ad
vanced briskly from behind the counter
to meet his pretty customer, who was
dressed in velvets and sables that might
have, and probably did, cost a small for
tune.
"Don't let me interrupt you, Mr. Ma
cassar," said the lady, carelessly sinking
down on a crimson brocatelle sofa, and
glancing toward two women with whom
the coiffeur bad been in deep conversa
tion at the moment of her entrance; " I
can wait a few minutes perfectlv well.'
" You are very kind Miss Montague,
but our business is completed. He ad
ded in a lower tone of voice, "Only some
women come to sell their hair. You see
they have stepped inside for our cutter
to take it on.
"To sell their hair?" repeated Miss
Montague.
"Certainly, miss. It's a very common
thing I assure you, more particularly
since it has become usual to wear the
hair short. And then hard times, you
Know
"But surely it is impossible to get
enough to be any compensation for the
loss of a fine head of hair, said the young
lady.
"Oh, you are mistaken. For long.
luxuriant hair of a good color such hair
as yours, for instance, Miss Montague
we pay as much as three dollars.
"Three dollars !" repeated the girl,
scornfully.
"Hair will soon grow again, Miss Mon
tague," said the hairdresser, shrugging
his shoulders. "In what way can I serve
you to-day ?
"I came in to request you to send
some one to arrange my hair to-morrow
evening.
"Mrs. Warrener's ball ?" smoothly in
terposed the man, who seemed to be au
fail in fashionable intelligence. "Cer
tainly, to be sure. I will send Fran
coise. What jewelry do you wear ?"
"Only a small wreath of netted pearls
around the braids."
A-Bt-"Macassar bowed his fair young
patroness out of the store with smiling
complacence. She stood a moment on
the step, as if thinking, and then spoke
to the liveried servant sitting on the
box.
"You may drive home, John. I shall
not need you any more to-day," she said
quietly.
John touched first his gold-banded hat
and then his horses, and in a few mo
ments was out of sight, very glad to be
relieved.
Then, and not till then, Miss Montague
walked briskly away, brushing the pave
ments of obscure streets with her costly
silk as if she cared not for its lustrous
splendor, treading narrow alleys, and at
length ascended the uncarpeted stairs of
a tenement house, going to the third
story.
The door was opened by a pale,
shadowy -looking woman, scarce older in
the calendar of years than Miss Montague
herself, but alas! how much more aged
in the record of care and grief.
" Flora, dearest, how kind this is of
you."
For Flora Montague had thrown her
arm round the slender figure and was
showering kisses on the pale forehead
with true girlish warmth of affection.
"You can't be more surprised to see
me, Lizzie, than I am to be here. I was
out shopping, when suddenly the idea
occurred to me of stealing an interview
with you. So I sent John home, and
here I am."
"But, Flora, what would my uncle
say?"
"He never will know," said Flora, de
murely. "And besides, Lizzie, my con
science does not condemn me for this
visit. Papa's conduct has been so un
kind, so actually inhuman toward yon.
Think of it, dearest. After giving you a
luxurious home until now, to turn you
out of doors just for marrying a poor
artist and you his sister's daughter,
too."
"True," said the delicate young crea
ture whom Flora addressed as Lizzie.
"Yet if it was not for Clement's con
tinued illness and poverty, I should
never for one moment regret that "
The door was rudely pushed open at
this moment, without even the trifling
formality of a warning knock, and a
wiry head, with sharp, terrier eyes to
match, was thrust unceremoniously in.
"I say, missus, is that ere money
ready?"
Lizzie turned very pale and clasped
her wan fingers tightly together.
"I am sorry," she stammered, "but "
The head and eyes now advanced en
tirely into the room, with the short,
thick-set figure to which they belonged.
"Look here, inarm," said the man,
harshly, "this is the third week you've
had this 'ere two rooms, and not a red
cent of rent have I set eyes on. Needn't
tell me your husband's sick; there's
anAtinli tjinanlo T nan crtii Ti-iflinnf oirlr
husbands. I don't want to hear no ex-1
cnses they don't amount to nothing. I
jest want you to understand this much,
if them three dollars ain't paid down be
fore the clock strike sfive, out go bag and
baggage, on the pavement. I've stood
this kind of nonsense long enough."
He disappeared, closing the door be
hind him with a bang that made the
walls rattle. Flora had listened to the
brief colloquy with paling cheek, which
grew still whiter as Lizzie burst into
a paroxysm of bitter tears, hiding her
face in her hands. Flora arose and bent
over the bowed form with a caressing
touch.
"Dearest, are things really as bad as
this?"
Lizzie replied only by sobs.
"Can't you contrive to raise the
money to pay this man ?"
"How can I?"moaned Lizzie. "Every
thing we have, except the very bed
Clement lies on, is sold or pawned. I
am faint from lack of bread, and it is
impossible to get even the most poorly
paid work."
Flora's lips auivered. She had never
seen poverty in this ghastly guise before.
"Oh, if I could help you," she sighed.
"But paper never gives me any money;
he pays my bills cheerfully, but every
thing passes through his own hands."
"It would kill Clement to be moved,"
sobbed Lizzie. "If I could but obtain
the three dollars I would not care for
aught else."
As Flora bent over her cousin, one
shining braid of glossy golden hair be
came detached from its fastening and fell
from beneath her bonnet. She put up
her hand mechanically to replace it, and
at that moment she remembered Mr.
Macassar's words.
"Lizzie?" she exclaimed, impetuously,
"wait a few moments and you shall have
the money. I will be back in half an
hour."
And she hurried away with crimson
cheek and sparkling eyes.
Mr. Macassar was lounging over a
newspaper when Miss Montague entered
his luxurious room a second time.
"Sir," she said, advancing close to the
counter, and speaking in a tremulous
tone, "I have concluded to have my hair
cut off. Will you give three dollars
for it?"
The spruce coiffure started. Was Miss
Montague in earnest, or was this only a
jest ?
"Why do you not answer me?" she
asked sharply.
"Certainly, Miss Montague," stam
mered the hair-dresser, recovering his
tongue, "I shall be most happy if you
wish it. Please step this way."
Poor Flora! Never hod her golden
waves of hair seemed half so lovely and
lustrous as they did at the moment that
the deft fingers of Francoise unbraided
them and passed the cruel, gleaming
scissors among the bright strands. And
when Mr. Macassar, with polite alacrity,
presented her with a bank note, the big
"3" might as well have been an Egyptian
hieroglyphic for all that her tear-swimming
eyes could decipher of it.
She carried the money to Lizzie, and
then, woman-like, went home, looked in
the glass, and then cried heartily.
For she had been passing proud of
those pale brown tresses, threaded with
gold and blending into auburn lights
every turn of her dainty head. And now
they are all gone all gone!
"Who is that pretty girl just coming
into the room, in the white crape with
blue forget-me-nots in her hair, and the
little short dancing curls, like bits of
oiled .sunshine, round hor head?" The
speaker was an elaborately dressed young
man, who stood with gold-mounted
glasses at his eyes in Mrs. Warrener's
brilliantly lighted saloon. At his side
stood a tall, foreign looking gentleman,
with large, black eyes and somewhat
haughty, although handsome face. He
had bent eagerly forward at his compan
ion's words.
"It can't be possible!" he exclaimed.
"And yet it is Miss Montague!"
"Faith, Gilroy, you're right!" ejacu
lated young Mauvers, "Flora Montague,
and none else. But what on earth has
the bewitching little fairy done with that
glorious hair of hers? Cut it off to be in
fashion, I'll be bound!"
I don t thinn, said Gilroy, contract
ing his elbows, "that Miss Montague is
one to enslave herself to all the idle
freaks of the reigning mode."
1 know you are a sworn admirer of
the young lady, Gilroy," returned his
companion laughing, "but all women
are alike!
"All women are alike." The words
fell like molten iron on Clarence Gilroy's
heart. Was it indeed so? Had the idle
dream that Flora was better and nobler
than the rest of her sex proved but a
vanishing delusion, after all? He re
membered the words he hod heard her
speak but an evening or two before:
"Nothing shall ever induce me to have
my hair cut off in the absurd way that
people call fashionable.
She had not scrupled to perjure her
self, then; she was as unthinking and
frivolous as the idlest butterfly that ever
fluttered around the flower gardens of
society. He turned away silently, and
when Flora Montague's innocent violet
blue eyes were raised smiling toward his
face they encountered a cold, repel lan t
gaze that the fair young girl was unable
entirely to comprehend.
The spray of blue forget-me-nots had
fallen from Miss Montague's hair, and
she had gone into the comparative soli
tude of the conservatory with saucy Nel
lie Hyde to rearrange them. One chande
lier alone diffused its soft lustre among
acacias and tea-roses, from shades of
crimson-tinted glass, and the two girls
stood directly beneath its pink glow, all
unconscious that Clarence Gilroy leaned
against the farther door, a few steps be
yond, in the shadow of a blossoming
tropical vine, whose fiery scarlet stars al
most touched his forehead.
"Do you know. Flora," said Nellie, as
she adjusted the truant flowers, and
stepped back to observe the general
effect, "that everybody "is wondering
what in the world possessed yon to cut
off that splendid golden hair of yours?
some lay it to the score of vanity others
to that of caprice and - -"
'.Nelliel said the soft, serious voice of
Flora, with a tremulous falter in its ac
cents, "I never meant to reveal the
secret to any living soul, but I cannot
bear that you, dearest, should imagine
me capable of such frivolous folly. I
will tell you just why it was cut off if you
promise me to keep the secret within
your bosom."
I promise," said Nellie, passing her
arm carelessly around Flora's waist.
Clarence Gilroy moved uneasilv amid
the moving leaves and fiery dropping
stars of his fragrant screen. But he
could not well retreat now; and besides
it is not of such a stately individual as
Mr. Clarence Gilroy, but there certainly
was a keen impulse of curiosity to learn
why Flora Montague had cut off tbe
lovely tresses of which she well knew
him to be such an enthusiastic ad
mirer.
And so.not without a secret misgiving,
hffblayed the part of a listener.
You know," resumed Flora, "all
about my poor cousin Lizzie's unfortu
nate marriage with Clement Percy."
And she went on to tell the simple
story of her adventure the day before,
with such innocent pathos that Nellie
Hyde was in tears ere the recital was
finished. And there was another pair of
eyes not very far off, slightly dimmed,
also.
"I had no money," pursued Flora. "I
felt that it would not bo honorable to
sell anything that papa had given me,
knowing his feelings on the subject, and
so was it wrong to sell my hair, Nellie?
If you could only have seen how wel
come the money was to poor Lizzie."
When at length the conservatory's per
fumed aisles were vacant, and Clarence
Gilroy left his nook among the vinos he
felt that one glimpso into Flora Mon
tague's heart was worth half the fortune
that made him the idol of manoauvring
mammas and marriageable daughters
The eclipse upon his sun hod passed
away.
The next day Clement Peroy was as
tonished very agreeably by the reooipt of
an anonymous letter containing a bank
note for fifty dollars. And the next day
after that Flora stole around to tell her
her cousin that she was engaged to
"Anrl when I have a homo of my own,
dearest." she said, "you and Clomont
cUnll atinra if. 1 'liiri'lli'll fUlill
iliiiu MMl.v ... i
Mrs. Gilroy kept the word that Flora
Montague had pledged.
More About Gen. Jackson's Duel
Mr. S. Park Baker of Youngstown, N.
Y., after having read in the Vourier-
Jmirnal, an account of the jacKson-j'icK-inson
duel, thus writes to a friend in
Kentucy: There is one feature about this
duel with Diokinson, however, that
seems a little peculiar, and that is that
Gen. Jackson, who was a very spare
man in his person, should have been
dressed in a loose-fitting gown or coat, so
that his antagonist could not readily tell
the location of his body. Dickinson
aimed right, and if Jackson's body had
been where Dickinson supposed it was,
and where, perhaps, the code duello would
say it ought to have been, there is no just
reason to doubt that uen. jocKson wouiu
at that time have "passed in his checks,
for the ball from Dickinson's pistol
would have struck his heart beyond any
doubt, according to the account of the
duel. Now, the point and criticism I
make in the character of "Old Hickory,"
in respect to this duel is this: Having
dressed himself in a manner to deceive
Dickinson as to the precise location of
his (Jackson s) body, and having receiv
ed Dickinson's bullet without any serious
injury, it was not a just and fair thing in
Jackson afterward to take deliberate aim
at Dickinson and kill him. No matter
what the provocation was on the part of
Dickinson which led to the duel, it seems
to me that, after having resorted to what
was then considered an honorable method
of settling the difficulty, they were each
bound to give the other fair play, and
the only excuse or justification I can find
for Gen, Jackson for his deliberate and
premeditated killing of Dickinson is the
fact that perhaps, upon general prin
ciples, Dickinson ought to have been
killed for slandering so upright and hon
orable a woman as the wife of Gen.
Jackson. In reading an account of this
fight I am reminded of the duel between
John Randolph and Kentucky's most il
lustrious citizen, Henry Clay, in 1826,
only the termination of this duel was not
so disastrous as the former, and yet it
might have been if Mr. Clay had not, to
some extent, been deceived as to tbe lo
cation or position of Randolph's body,
for it was stated by some one that Mr.
Clay remarked after the duel was over
that he might as well shoot at a pair of
tongs as at liandolph. LiOuxsvxlLe Vou-rier-Journal.
Garfield's Tribute to His Wife.
"Some time when you are in Ohio,"
said the General, "I want you to come
to my farm. You know I was brought
up a farm, and could do anything re
quired in farm work. But for twenty
five years after I left the farm I never
put my hand to anything of a farming
kind until a few years ago, when I found
that the enormous strain of work and at
tention I was under here was slowly
breaking me down. I went to the form,
and again in ditching, ploughing, throw
ing up hay, fencing, cradling, etc., kept
busy nearly seven months. I went to
bed about 9 o'clock at night, and slept
magnificently as when I was a boy. I
have now learned how to farm again, and
my mind has been sufficiently occupied
at the vast change in farming methods
and discipline since I knew anything
about it."
"Was not Mrs. Garfield a pupil of
yours at school?"
"She was. I taught her Latin, and
she was as good a pupil as I had. After
an interval of twenty-five years she -has
been teaching the same Latin to my two
big boys to get them ready for the Acad
emy at Conccrd, Mass., where they are
now going, and are standing pretty well
in their classes. We have never had a
tutor or governess in the house until re
cently, and for the younger children
Mrs. Garfield has been the school teacher;
and I may say, too," said the General,
"while speaking of the matrimonial infe
licities of public men, that I have been
wonderfully blessed in the discretion of
my wife. She is one of the coolest and
best balanced women I ever saw. She is
un-stampedable. There has not been one
solitary instance of my public career
where I suffered in the smallest degree
for any remark she ever made. It would
have been perfectly natural for a woman
often to say something that could be
misinterpreted; but without any design,
and with the intelligence and coolness of
her character, she has never made the
slightest mistake that I ever heard of.
With the competition that has been
against me many times, such discretion
has been a real blessing." Cincinnati
Enquirer.
Disposal of the Dead. The Kamtcha
dales keep special dogs for the purpose of
consuming their dead. The Latookas of
Zanzibar bury their dead who die from
old age, but make it a rule to leave those
slain in battle to be devoured by wild
beasts where they lie. Tbe Parsees bring
their dead to certain round towers called
towers of silence, to be eaten by vultures,
which make these towers their dwelling
places. The Moors lay the bodies of the'
dead on the ground, and piling prickly
thorns on them to keep off the wild beasts
leave them to decay. Tbe ancient Col
chians suspended the corpses of men in
trees, but buried their women. The Zo
das bury their children, the victims of in
fanticide, and burn all others; the Greeks
used both burial and burning. Among
the Romans burial was the earlier custom,
Burning was not general till the Republic
but was universal under the Empire. The
Egyptians embalmed their dead. The Mo
bamedans and Christians both use burial.
TROUBLE AND THE KING.
Tho first work Hans Stein did in tho
spring was to dig his bean-bod. Ho was
so very fond of pork and beans that he
liked to know the bod was ready long be
fore it was time for planting tho seed.
His little ran Karl played about him,
and when he was ti red of playing. Hat on
an old stump near by, and sung to him
self. When Hans had finished digging, ho
wanted his hoe, and so ho turned to tho
stump, againBt which ho had put it, but
Karl had taken it off, and with it wuh
digging up tho ground near tho houso.
When his father called him. ho
brought the hoe back, but took tho rake
instead and wundorod out of sight. Ho
when Hans wanted tho rako, it nlio won
gono, and ho became very angry, and
pitching tho hoo on tho ground Urtari
to look for Karl.
"Don't you do that ngaiul" hhIiI n
voioo.
"Do what ?" said MntiH, looking
around.
"Why, piteh your awful tool about
so. My good so n stml you initid think
thoro is no one olso in tut world I"
Hans looked down, ami Haw n farm
fairy standing on tho imo-huudlo.
"Did I hit you?" ho said. "J didn't
moan to.
"It's well you didn't." Raid tho fairy.
"It would have boon bud fur vim if vou
hod. But you havo knookod tho roof of
inv house in.
Huns took off his hut and soratchod his
head. This wuh a protty lookout. Oll'end
iug a farm-fairy in tho very bogiuniugof
spriug!
"Well, now," said he, slowly, "I don't
know what to do about it. 1
"Suppose you men.! it," said tho fairy,
sharply, and then ho disappeared.
"If I knew where it was, I would,"
said Hans, and ho begun to look about
It then ocourred to him that the house
must lie under the hoe, so he picked it
up and began looking closely for it,
He had twice before seen a fairy, but
had not the slightest idea what a fairy's
house looked like.
Presently he sw that the iron part of
the hoe had broken into the earth, and he
began to look closely at that point. He
then carefully lifted a clod of the loosen
ed earth, found ahoieunderneath, looked
m and saw the fairy s house.
It was small, square and beautifully
neat. The floor was strewn with pine
leaves, and m the corner was was a dear
little bed made of soft, young, green
buds, and covered with a little blanket
made of birds s feathers.
Hans took off the whole of the roof.
and was very careful not to let any dirt
iau on the floor. He then measured the
hole, and cut a green clover sod just the
right size, and fitted it in. with the green
part down.
He then went back to his work, and
tried to use his hoe instead of the rake,
but he could not make it do very well,
so he became angry with Karl again.
! "That was very well done," said the
fairy, appearing on the stump. "I'ts
quite a good idea to put that sod in up
side down. It looks well, and the worms
will now be more apt to go up than down.
I do so hate worms! What do you want
for pay ?"
"I want," said Hans, crossly, "that
what I shall put on that stump shall stay
there."
"Very well," said the fairy, jumping
off in great haste ; "but why did you ask
for such a ridiculous thing as that ? You
might have had a bag of gold or been a
king or something like that."
"So I might !" cried Hans. "But I
take that wish back. I wish to be a
king."
"No you won't," replied the fairy,
"it's too late now. You have had your
wish."
The harvest that year was very good,
and the people all looked forward to a
better winter than usual, and Huns said
to his wife Lisbeth, as ono evening he
lighted his pipe, after supper, that when
the corn was sold he would buy another
Pig-
Lisbeth nodded her head, for she, too,
liked pork and beans, and Hans then
opened the door to look at the sky.
Coming um the path was a tall, thin,
unpleasant looking man. He wore a
shabby old gray cloak, and carried a
black box, bound with brass, and mark
ed "Pandora." When he came near to
Hans he stood still, but said not a word.
"Good evening!" said Hans.
The man nodded but he did not speak.
"What do you want?" asked Hans.
"To come in," replied the man.
"Oh, you do," Hans said; "but don't
you think you might say 'by your leave'
to a man on his own doorstep?"
"Some people would," the stranger
said; "I never do. I come when I please,
I stay as long as I like, and I go away
when i choose. My name is Trouble."
"Trouble!" cried Hans. "Oh, Lisbeth,
here's Trouble, and the crops are all in,
and we meant to have such a good time!"
"Why don't you go somewhere else?"
said Lisbeth, sharply, as she came to the
door and stood by Hans. "We are poor
people."
"I am not hard to suit," said Trouble,
"and I can be just as comfortable with
poor people as with rich ; so if you'll just
step aside, Til come in."
"If you will wait one minute," said
Lisbeth, more mildly, "I will warm you
up some supper. Just take a seat on the
stump, and I'll be ready irfho time."
"Get your best," said Trouble, sitting
down on the stump; "that's what I al
ways take."
So. there was Trouble safely seated on
the stump, and there he staid! -
It was all in vain he begged nans to
let him up: in vain he promised to go
away at once, for, even had he wished to
do so, Hans had no power to Dreos a
fairy spell.
But. one morning, soon after Trouble
had so firmly seated himself, Hans again
met the fairy.
"Look here!" said the little man, "I
can't have that fellow so close. His
breath reaches my house sometimes. I
can t stand it. He will have to go away.
"He can't do that," said Hans, firmly.
"I wouldn't dare to stay in the country.
Why don't you move?"
"That is too much bother," said the
fairy. "I have put in all my nuts and
things for the winter. I cannot think
of it."
"Ill rrake you a house, said Hans
roof and all; and I'll bring a wheelbar
row and move you."
"Very well," the fairy answered, "but
the house must suit."
The house did suit, and Hans moved
everything very nicely.
"Now," said the fairy, "what do you
want for your pav this time ?"
"To be a kingl and that Trouble shall
never come into my kingdom while I am
there," said Hans promptly.
So Hans became a King. He had a
very small kingdom, about one-quarter
as large as Rhode Island; but he was very
comfortable and his people very happy.
But, as it happened, the fairy's charm
on the stump was only good for one year,
so when tho time had passed, Trouble
got up and set out again on his travels,
and ho mado it his first business to find
Hans.
It wan not hard to find him; but
Trouble oould not gat Into tho kingdom.
Ho walked around it onee or twice every
day, but he never eould find a place
where he oould enter.
Han UHod to woe him sometime, and,
as lie always jeered at him, l'rmblgrew
to hide Hints more ami more
One day Trouble had an idea, He sent
for his nieoe,lisooiikmt, ami w managed
to get her in. Hhe was a utiftous crea
ture, Hhe was father pretty, but she al
ways reminded everybody of soma one
eUe, Dlsoontetit went at once to the
paliien ami Hot a plaee to fan the king.
White .,... did this she always talked to
him.
One day after dlnnor she said:
"Are you not tired of chicken cro
uuetteH '? "
"No, I urn not!" said king Hans. "I
think tliey are good."
"Vou must be tired of oysters?"
"No, I am not," said Hans.
"I would be if I always had them fried
as you do," said Discontent. "I like a
change. Did you used to have chicken
croquettes and oysters before you were a
king?"
"No!" replied Hans. "But I had what
I liked better. Pork and beans."
"That is a good dish," said she. "Why
don't vou havo some now?"
"I can't," replied Hans. "That would
never do, Kings don't eat pork and
beans."
A few days after this Discontent came
to the King just before dinner. Instead
of her fan she had her bonnet in her
hand.
"I have to go to my house," she said;
"but I will be back soon. I have some
thing lovely there. I wouldn't miss it for
anything."
"What's that?" said Hans.
"Pork and beans!" said she. "Don't
you want some?"
"Of course, I do," replied Hans,
eagerly; "but you couldn't bring me
any. The guards wouldn't let you in."
"I suppose not, ' she replied; "but I
tell yon what you could do. You could,
come to my house. No one would see
you. It is only a little way off down in
the woods, there," and she pointed out
the window.
Hans could not think what possible
harm could be in his having a good, old
fashioned dinner, and so he took off his
crown, got his hat, and they started out.
They reached the house safely, and, sure
enough, there -was a smoking dish of
pork and beans, and the king certainly
ate a hearty dinner that day.
But he had noticed that, as they
walked, Discontent took him out of his
kingdom, and that her house was far be
yond his boundary line.
He was too busy thinking of pork and
beans to notice anything.
Of course, however, the very moment
Hans stepped out of his kingdom Trouble
sprang in.
When Hans went bock to his palace,
there sat Trouble on the throne, and
there he sat ever after, for the farm
fairy never appeared again, and Hans
never found any one else who knew a
charm that would keep Trouble at a dis
tance. Golden Days.
Ole Bull's Folly.
Barely a vestage remains of the castle
which Ole Bull built twenty-eight years
ago in Potter county, Pennsylvania, six
miles from Sew Bergen, when he at
tempted to found a colony of his country
men, and met, as he might have expected,
with most signal failure. He designed
the castle for his permanent home, and
erected it on the summit of a mountain,
from which there was a commanding
view. Wishing to revive in the wilder
ness of the new world some memories of
his native land, he spent a large sum of
money on his project. Painters and
gilders were taken from the city to em
belisli the structure, one vast room of
which was intended for the music hall.
The roof was of glass; the walls were
richly decorated ; it shone with a degree
of barbaric splendor; the musician was
to make it memorable with noble con
certs. Before the castle had been
finished, he opened his purse widely and
labored to remove all causes of trouble,
he was impotent to do so. He learned
about the same time that the title to the
120,000 acres he hod purchased was
worthless. The parties who sold it to
him had no claim to it whatever, and the
legal owner came forward to assert his
rights. Overwhelmed with perplexities,
and bankrupt in fortune, Bull relin
quished everything, returned hither and
again had recourse to the violin, which
hod been to him a sort of Aladdin's
lamp. Deprived of its chief, the colony
gradually went to pieces, the colonists
scattering far and wide. Scarcely one of
them can now be found at New Bergen,
which Bull named after his Norwegian
birthplace. Almot, the sole reminder of
his picturesque episode-vi the village of
Oleana (so-called in fira honor) which
clusters around the base of the mountain
capped by the once lordly castle, known
to this day, along with the colonization
scheme, as Ole Bull's folly.
Tales of the Bernhardt. Two
stories probably apocryphal of Mile.
Bernhardt. A gentleman of the audi
ence hod one night the exceedingly bod
taste to persistently hiss her. She found
out his address, called at his house, and
hod an interview all alone with him.
Then and there she told him it was al
ways her endeavor conscientiously to do
her duty as a histrionic artist and to
please her public; that she regretted
anything like failure in that duty, and
that she should feel greatly obliged if he
would kindly point out her defects in or
der that she might correct them. This
conduct won for her another passionate
admirer. Another day she read in a cer
tain Parisian paper the statement that
her hair was false, and that her teeth
were far too good to be genuine. Next
day the dramatic critic was amazed to
behold a lady dash into his room and let
down her hair in his presence. "Pull
it!" she exclaimed, as she placed a luxu
riant tress in one of his hands. "Is this
real hair or not?" "Certainly, cer
tainly," stammered the critic'. Catching
hold of his other hand, she opened her
mouth but happily not to bite and
made him finger her teeth. "Are these
false ?" cried the lady. "No, they are
the most beautiful real teeth I ever be
held in my hie," declared the terrified
victim, who would willingly have sworn
that black was white, if it would have
given his visitor the least satisfaction.
"I am Sarah Bernhardt," proclaimed the
lady, with as much serenity as she could
possibly put into her voice, and the
wretched critic made up his mind for the
worst. He, too, has since become one of
her most devoted vassals. The Thea ter
The Golden Calf.
The golden calf of our day, like the
one in the text, is very apt to be made
out of borrowed gold. The Israelites of
the text borrowed the earrings of the
Egyptians and then melted them into a
god. That is the way the golden calf is
made nowadays. A great many house
keepers, not paying for the articles they
get, borrow of the grocer and the baker
and the butcher and the dry goods seller.
Then the retailer borrows of the whole
sale dealer. Then tbe wholesale dealer
borrows of tbe capitalist, and we borrow
and borrow until the community is di
vided into two classes, those who borrow
and those who are borrowed of; and after
a while the capitalist wants his money
and rushes upon the wholesale dealer;
and the wholesale dealers wants his
money and rushes upon the retailer, and
the retailer wants his money and rushes
upon the consumer, and we all go down
together. There is many a man in this
day who rides in a carriage and owes the
blacksmith for the tire, and tbe wheel
wright for the wheel, and the trimmer for
the curtain, and the driver for unpaid
wages, and the harness maker for the
bridle, and the furrier for the robe, while
from the tip of the carriage tongue clear
back to the tip of the camel's hair shawl
fluttering out of the vehicle, everything
is paid for by notes that have been three
times renewed. I tell you, sirs, that in
this country we will never get things
right until we stop borrowing and pay
ss we go. It is this temptation to bor
row and borrow and borrow, that keeps
the people everlastingly praying to the
golden calf for help, and just the minute
they expect the help the golden calf
treads on them. The judgments of God,
like Moses in the text, will rush in and
break up this worship, and I say let the
work go on until every man shall learn
to speak the truth with his neighbor, and
those who make engagements shall feel
themselves bound to keep them, and
when a man who will not repent of his
business iniquity, but goes on wishing
to satiate his cannibal appetite by de
vouring widows' houses, shall, by the
law of the land, be compelled to ex
change the brown stone front on Madi
son avenue or Beacon Hill for Newgate
or Sing Sing. Let the golden calf
perish! fT. DeWitt Talmage.
No Skylarks in America.
One hears the migratory thrush
(robin) somewhere, in the midst of the
gardens and villas, in towns and cities,
and in every little clearing on the out
skirts of human habitation. It is a
pleasant song, but decidedly inferior to
any one of his cousins in .Britain. It is
inferior in power to the missal thrush, in
variety to our common "mavis," in
melody to the blackbird. Near
Niagara I heard one very broken and in
terrupted song of fine tone, and of con
siderable power. But, although, I was in
the woods and fields of Canada and of the
States in the richest moment of . the
soring. I heard little of that burst of
song, which in England, comes from
the black cap and the white
throat, and the reed warbler, and the
common wren, and (locally) from the
nightingale. Above all, there is one
great want which nothing can replace.
The meadows of North America were to
my eye thoroughly English in appear
ance, the same luxuriant grass the same
character of wild flowers and even the
same weeds. The skies of America are
higher and wilder and more full of sun
shine, but there is no skylark to enjoy
that "glorious privacy of light." "The
sweetest singer in the Heavenly Father's
choir" is wanting in the new world. I
cannot help thinking that it might be in
troduced. Of course, the winters of
Canada and the Northern states would
compel it to follow almost all the other
birds which summer there, and to retire
with them until the return of spring to
Virginia or the Carolinos. It would be
an interesting experiment. I do not
know whether it has been tried. If not I
would suggest it to my American friends
as one worth trying. Duke of Argyll.
"Sinless Sabbath Breaking." The
famous author of "John Halifax" re
cently has written an article in favor of
what she terms "Sinless Sabbath-breaking."
That there is an element of truth
in what she says we believe. Some good
people render the Sabbath a wearisome
day to their households, instead of
causing it to be a restful, joyful day of
sacred worship, pleasant family inter
course, and natural and genuine spiritual
growth. But the tendency to secularize
the day is even more common, and, in
this country at any rate, needs to be
guarded against. Her phrase, "sinless
Sabbbath-breaking," also is a bad one,
and illustrates how easily people are led
into adopting words which have an epi
grammatic sound even when their mean
ing, as in this case, can be nothing other
than nonsense. "Sinless Sabbath-breaking"
is simply impossible. If there be
sinlessness, the Sabbath is not broken.
If the Sabbath be broken, there must be
sin. Boston Congregationalist.
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