Yamhill County reporter., August 17, 1882, Image 6

OCR GOLD STRING.
temptuous courtesy. “I’ll remember
“It wasi; rl her fault. I was a con-
my manners, if other folk forget theirs. founded fod illl through!” cried Orville.
Duly there’s other folks as likely to lie “I knew tbJ I closet had a spring-lock,
old maids as me, and I fancy it’s Mrs. No; don’t iJ me Cornelia.”
Our minstrel's harp was daintily strung
Spear's
affairs now if anything has hap­
“I shall J lays blame myself!” sighed
Ernpearled like a shell of the sea—
pened to her boy!”
Sweet the cards we swept as wo sung
Cornelia. 1 Ih, how pale you are!"
Away flounced Miss Pratt.
In pride of our minstrelsy.
“And hoi [pale you are, Cornelia!"
“You've put I’iety into a rage, Corne-
And ’mid the strings of our harp somewhere ’ lia,” said Mrs. Rashleigh. “That’s a sighed Or! [e. “Did you really care
when you tl light I was dead?”
But that where could notwell be told —
pity; she has along tongue!”
“Ladies,! Haiil Grandma Rashleigh,
For all were gilded there and fair,
But Cornelia was crying.
There nestled one string of gold.
“now that I- ville has had his wine anil
“Oh, mother, dear," she sobbed, “it biscuit, an* p getting on, let ns go into
And whatever tones our minstrels brought
isn’t true, is it? Orville did feel dread the other |> Win, and leaves these two
From the cords they waked from sleeping
fully. Won’t you see, mother?”
young fol to talk things over to-
Into the music all unsought
But at this moment Sally, the littlo gethar."
A thrilling sound came creeping.
servant girl from Grandma Rashleigh’e,
She led I i way; the others followed,
For softly above the pulsing beat.
came flying into the room, without any When tie a-bell rang soon after, Or-
The surge of the song and shiver,
more warning than if she had been shot yille anl Ci nelia
__ came ont of the draw-
With clearer sound and note more sweet,
from a gun.
iug-roon. i u in arm, aud the wedding-
The golden string would quiver.
“The old missus says you are to come day was fix I.
And heavy hearts, oppressed with grief, broke over at once, both you ladies!" she cried,
At the harp-throbs into sobbing;
standing before Mrs. Rashleigh, and re­
lie Snail’s Party.
In every heart an echo awoke
peating her lesson like a parrot.
From the golden string’s wild throbbing.
Aswai o: e wished to give a party,and
“There’s something of importance, and
you're needed nt worst.”
everytliiig as arranged for it; but his
And mortals thought that one soft note
“Get your bonnet. Cornelia,” said her servant,th frog, made a mistake in the
Had slipped from the great pearl portal,
t__ ; when
__ the ____
__
swan was
mother. “I’ll just put on this sun hat. invitatiois, and
Down thedim depths of space afloat,
From the sweet choir immortal
What is it, Sully, do you know?”
smimmiig août near the shore of the
“I know it’s something dreadful. pond wack tig for his guests, to liis sur-
Tho fountain drops with a liquid chime
-uekoo, the swal-
Missus is almost wild, and there's lots of prise tlirejame the cui
On the brook that flows to the sea.
theuilitingale,
the sparrow, and
___..... _j
folks there. Nometbing about Mr. low, ____
Wo are drops in the stream ol time,
the
duol
He
Lad
expected
the duck;
Spear.”
Sweeping to eternity.
The two ladies said no more. They but «li^ rfeuld he do with the other
There came a dawn in the early spring,
hurried uwuy together, aud, entering guests, rhe were not used to the water?
When ueyer song remains unsung,
grandma’s parlor, found there assembled The due «feddled on, plumped into the
When birds were lightest on the wing,
more of the members of the Spear water anl vhispered totbeswan: “What
And the world again feels young.
kind of gnats have you invited, god­
family, and a friend or two besides.
The meadows sparkled with morning dew,
Orville had indeed disappeared. He father ? Vint can they do in the water?”
Birds sang in their wildwood bowers,
“That is, just what I should like to
had never been home since his visit to
Flu'tered their little wings, and grew
Cornelia; and now the alarmed relatives know,” gisiei-ed the swan. “My ser
Mail with joy, in sunny showers.
were anxious to got all the information vant, till frig las played me a stupid
The nightingale piped his sweetost lay—
they could regarding the interview be­ trick. I cannot be helped now, so wo
Spring’s the time for song or never—
must baurirv on the land. The gentle­
tween Orville and Cornelia.
The sweet time came and died away,
“I had reason to be angry. Mrs. men an< Isdies would all we drowned
The harp was stilled foreyer.
here."
Spear,” said Cornelia, proudly; “good
So the; both weDt ashore and bade the
reason; aud I took off my ring, and gave
The wonted breezes touched the strings,
But they echoed back no token,
it back, and went out of the room. That guests wictme, and the frog was imme­
Mourners sobbed as the sun went down,
diately
setoff to find worms and beetles
is all I know. I don't know when he
Our golden string lay broken,
went or where. I—I thought he wouldn’t so that tie .strange company might at
mind so much
I believed he had least havetneat.
THE LOVKRV QUARREL.
It was vty unpleasant for the swan
stopped caring about me."
“He ought to now, at all events,” said andduck.mqit was very warm, so they
UY HAFIZ.
went to a cal place. At first the other
grandma.
“My boy is dead, I’m sure! I shall guests, th« I mokoo, the swallow, the
“Never, while I live.” said Miss Rash­ have tho pond dragged!” said Mrs. nightingale, ti le robin and the sparrow
leigh, “never while I live, will I see Spear, amidst her tears. “He left all walked quidll with them, but they soon
your face again!”
his money at home. He wouldn’t have fell into tie r accustomed ways;,they
She nuant it when she said it; and as gone traveling without a change of hopped and fl fettered first, then flew in
she spoke, she threw her betrothal ring clothes. Oh, you wicked girl.'"
all direction«.
towards her lover, who had offendod
“Where ae they all, cuckoo, sparrow,
“I hope,” cried the eldest Miss Spear,
her.
nightiugaleand swallow?” said the swan,
"that he’ll haunt you!”
It missed him .and rolled down upon the
“I could kill you, you hateful thing!” impatiently:
floor, aud over the sill of an open china oried the youngest Miss Spear.
The eudoo, who heard his name
closet—one of these old-fashioned closets
Cornelia had kept up bravely until called, flew town, and said, proudly:
that used to stand on either side of the now; but when her two friends turned
“Here I an, what do you want?”
mantlepiece.
“Oh!” aiswered the swan, “I only
upon her thus, she gave a littlo scream,
She did not notice where it rolled; he and fell over on the sofa. She was in a wanted to kiow what had become of my
did though; aud aftor she had left the dead swoon and the water they sprinkled dear guests,’
room, he turned to pick it up. The ring in her faco did not bring her to.
“That I ign have the honor of telling
she had worn would always be precious
you,” said the cuckoo. ‘I have seen
Grandma grew frightened.
to him.
“I hope it isn’t an attack of boart dis- them all. Mr. Sparrow is sittiug on a
Miss Rashleigh went straight to her ea’Be,” she said. “Poar child ! she looks bough yondir with his bill wide open,
while Alias Nightingale sings beautifully
own room, as miserable a girl aB ever as if she were dead.”
lived; and a moment later Grandmother
"Oh, do not say that I” cried the on the birth tree. Mrs. Swallow is
Rashleigh bustled into the drawing­ mother.
flying over tie brook and playing with
room, pushed the green closet door to,
They gathered around Cornelia and the little fliei, one of which she swallows
pioked up the fallen magazine, set the did all they could for her; and soon she now and tlpa by mistake. Madam Robin
annuals aud books of poetry straight on recovered and sat wp; but all her pride is hopping akont under all the bushes,
bo I do not kmw where she is just now;
the table, pulled ilown the shades, ar­ was gone.
ranged the chairs mathematically against
“Oh, dear!—oh, dear!” she sobbed. but I will soox see.”
the wall, and bustled out again.
Thereupon the cuckoo flew away, and
“I wish I had died! I wish I had never
“I’ve hud these things fifty years,” she come to! Oh, Orville! Orville! what the swan and duck looked at each other
said to herself; “and there's Cornelia has become of you ?”
sorrowfully.
“AVhat will come of this?" asked the
with her beau with no more respect
“Oh! oh!” moaned the mother.
duck.
for them than if they were so much lum­
“Oh! oh!” moaned the sisters.
“I will tell you,” said the swan, and
ber.”
And Cornelia’s head fell back again.
Thon she closed the door behind her,
“Emma, get the lavender out of the jumped into the water “Our company
and went away to her own room up­ china-closet,” said grandma to he,r has left us in the lurch; now we will do
stairs, where a fine silk patchwork quilt daughter. “Ouick! It’s on the oorner the same by them. ”
And then he raised his slender neck in
was in the frame, a surprise for said Cor­ shelf!”
the air and swam proudly around in the
nelia.
Mrs. Rashleigh rushod to tho closet.
water. The good duck followed his
Grandma Rashleigh gave every young
“It won't open!” she cried wildly.
person of the family something of her
“It's a patent lock,” said grandma; friend, who led the way into a mass of
rushes where they ate their supper very
own manufacture on hie or her wodding “locks as it shuts. Here’s the key.”
day.
And Mrs. Rashleigh flew back to the pleasantly.-e[ Woman's Journal.
"Now," the old lady had said, a dozen door, opened it, and uttered a shriek.
Anolker Escape for Grant.
times, to Tripheny King, who win help­
There on the floor, huddled up under
ing her, “I rather think Cornelia will the shelf, lay poor Orville Spear.
Last Monday General Grant started
have the liest thing I’ve done; and
He was white and limp.
there's a bit in it in every handsome, Cornelia sat and snared at him in the out from hi* cottage at Long Branch to
silk there's aver been in tho family, and most awful way. She thought him dead, indulge in liis usual afternoon drive. He
of her father's and grandfather’s wedding but the more experienced matron saw is exceedingly fond of a good trotter,
and seeks the back roads at the Branch
vests.”
that he was yet living.
speed his animal, as well as to get
“Yea’tu; it's a real memorial quilt,”
Sally was sent post haste for the doc­ to
said Trepheny. “It takes you, mum, to tor; and there in Mrs. Rashleigh's draw­ away from the crowds that throng the
plan such things,”
ing-room be found Cornelia and Orville beach drive. However, to reach the
The quilt was finished and bound that lying quite unconscious, like Romeo and country be was forced to pass along the
afternoon; and Tripheny‘s job of quilt­ Juliet lu the scene at the tomb, and the main avenue, and he was there stopped,
ing being over, she went home, but she rest of the party in a state of bewilder­ with many other carriages, by a balky
team. During the delay a saddle horse,
carried about the village the news that ment and terror past description.
which had been jammed in alongside of
she “was sure all was over between Alias
At last, however, both wore conscious, the
General, became fractious, and kick­
Rashleigh and Air. Spear. She'd heard and seated in arm-chairs, regarded each
Cornelia say something to her grandma, other, while the observers kept silence, ing up his heels, knocked awav the
of the General’s new carriage and
and the old lady was furious.”
and Mr. Orville Spear uttered tLe first dasher
broke a wheel. The occupant quietly
“He would never have done that if he words.
bundled up his lines, chewed his cigar,
had cared for me, you knovF, grandma,”
“Of all confounded fools—"
and waited for the beast to come at him
Cornelia was saying at that moment.
“Who, dear?” asked his mother.
Folks who saw that splintered
“Stuff and nonsense! He loves the
“Me,” said Orville, regardless of gram­ again.
carriage lying on the roadside did not
ground you walk on,” said the old lady. mar. “Who shut me in'?”
“You’ll never get such another, Cor­
"What were you in the closet for?” know how closely a horse’s hoofs had
nelia!”
asked grandma, with a guilty consci­ hung around a hero’s head.—[Philadel­
phia Record.
"1 shall never marry at all. I hate ence.
men!” Cornelia answered.
"To pick something up that rolled
T exas H ailstones .—The great West
Atnl then her grandmother made the there," said Orville.
cannot be surpassed in the number and
house too hot to hold her and she went
“The ring?” asked Cornelia, fran­ destructiveness of its tremendous storms,
over to her mother's, her usual course tically.
but Texas boasts of an elemental pheno­
when she fell out with grandma.
“Yes, the ring," said Mr. Spear. menon yet to be paralied elsewhere. The
Three days passed. At the end of the “More fool I ! Some one banged the Henrietta Shield reports that a short
third, l’ietv Pratt stepped in at Mis. door to. I shouted, and bowled, and time ago a small cloud passed over
Rashleigh’s—young Mrs. Rashleigh. as kicked, and no one heard me.”
Wichita Valley. It lingered but a mo­
they called her, though she was nearly
"Oh! oh' oh! oh!" shrieked Cornelia. ment, yet m that moment unheard-of
fifty, for grandma was old Mrs. Rash­ "I believe you hid there just to kill me, things transpired. It did not hail, but
leigh,
for no other purpose thau out of re­ there dropped electric ice Pieces of
"I expect you'll feel upset when I venge."
ice five inches in diameter, fifteen inches
tell you the news, Cornelia,” she said.
“You bangpd the door on me, " said around, were hurled from the upper
“You've been too cruel this time he, Mr. Spear. “A jealous woman will jlo realms, dashing upon the ground like
he, he? Orville Spear ha'ut been heard anything.”
cannon balls from heavy artillery. Doz­
of since he was at your house. His
“I banged the door, Orville! " said old ens of pieces were gathered up and
mother says he went ovor to expinin and Mrs. Rashleigh; "I! You'd left every­ weighed, aud found to run from fifteen
make up, and he never came back he. thing flying. I just pushed it as I passed; to twenty ounces. Some of the pieces
he! She thought maybe he’d stepped and you ought to bless your stars that went crashing through the roofs of
over to his brother's, but he hadn't lie. yon are alive; for people don't go into houses. A number of sheep were killed,
he! I reckon he’s drownded himself!”
the drawing-room, sometimes for a fort­ ami cattle had their legs broken. Fortu­
"I don't know why the whole town night. in this small family. Wo use the nately there were but a few pieces to the
should talk over my affairs, and every parlor much more; and I'm deaf, aud so acre fell, or the result would have been
meddling old maid giggle almnt them!” is old Hepsiba, and you might have died terrible.
cried Cornelia.
there. Yes, and you'd have killed him,
Pietv jumped to her ieet, seized her Cornelia,” added the old lady, “throw­ The highest mark of esteeem a woman
parasol, and turned towards the door.
ing his pretty diamond ring on the can give a man is to ask his friendship;
“Good afternoon, Mias. Cornelia and floor!”
and the most signal proof of her indif­
Mrs. Rashleigh!" she said, with a con
ference is to offer him hers.
"Oh!" moaned Cornelia, “Oh!"
JAS< W. BBVSES.
Carlyle’s Description of an Irish Work
house.
SEN’hE AND SENTIMENT.
The concluding part of Carlyle’s
“Reminiscences of my Irish Journey”
appears in the July Century,and is equal
to the first part in lively picturesque de­
scription. A visit to an Irish workhouse
is described as follows:
One little captain Something, an intel ­
ligent commomplace little Englishman
(just about to quit this horrid place, and
bere for the second time) does attend
us, take us to Westport workhouse, the
wonder of the universe at present.
Human swinerv has here reached its
acme, happily; 30,000 paupers in this
union, population supposed to be about
60,000. Workhouse proper (I suppose)
cannot hold above three or four thous­
and of them, subsidiary workhouses, and
outdoor relief the others. Abomination
of desolation: w! at cun von make
of it ! Outdoor quasi-work; three or
four hundred bighulksof fellows tumb­
ling about with shares, picks and bar­
row, “levelling" the end of their work­
house hill; at first glance you would
think them all working; look nearer, in
each shovel there is some ounce br two
of mould, and it is all make-believe; 5 or
6<M> boys and lads, pretending to break
stones. Can it be a charity to keep men
alive on these terms'? In face of all the
til addle of the earth, shoot a man rather
then train him (with heavy expense to
his neighbors) to be a deceptive human
swine. Fifty-four wretched mothers sat
rocking young offspring in one room:
vogue la galere. “Dean Bourke” (Catho­
lic Priest, to whom also we had a letter)
turns up here; middle-aged middle sized
figure, rustyish black coat, hessian boots,
white stockings, good humored, loud
speaking face, frequent Lun ly-l'oot snuff;
—a mad pauper woman shrieks to be
towards him, keepers seize her, bear her
off ‘ shrieking:
Dean poor fellow,
has to take it “asy,” I find—how other­
wise? ' Issuing from the workhouse,
ragged cohorts are in waiting for him,
persecute him with their begging. “Get
alang wid ye 1” cries he impatiently, yet
without ferocity. “Doun’t ye see I’m
speaking wi' the gintlemcn ! Arrali,
thin ! I don’t care if ye were dead 1”
Nothing remained but patience and
Lundy-Foot snuff for a poor man in
these circumstances.
Wherever he
shows face, some scores, soon waxing to
be hundreds, of wretches besot him; he
confesses he dare not stir out except on
horseback, or with some fenced park to
take refuge in. Poor Dean Bourke!
Lord Sligo's park in this instance.
But beggars still, one or two, have
climbed the railings, got in by the
Heavy
squaie
mansion,
drains'?
(“1770 architecture): Lord Sligo going
to the Killeries, a small lodge he has io
the south—no rents at all: I hear since
“he has nothing to live upon but an
opera-box;" literally so (says Milnes),—
which he bought in happier days, and
now lets.—“Croagh Patrick, won’t ye go
to it?” Bav.—Clew bay, has a dim and
s allow' look, hereabouts; “beautiful
prespect«.”—yes Mr. Dean; but alas,
alas! Duffy and I privately decide that
we will have some luncbeou at our inn,
and quit this citadel of mendicancy in­
tolerable to Gods and man, back to Cas­
tlebar this evening.
The supreme sin is the suppression of
light.
Men have sight, women insight.—
[Victor Hugo.
Men make laws—women make manners.
—[ De Sequr.
Fortuno does not change men, it only
unmasks them.
Triumphant shout in London: “Hal-
exandria’s in ashes.”
An obstinate man does not hold
opiuions; they hold him.
He who waits to do a great deal at once
will never do anything.
Every man desires to live long, but no
man would be old—[Swift.
God created the coquette as soon as
he had made the fool.—[ Victor Hugo.
It is easier to suppress the first desire
than to satisfy all that follow it.—[Frank­
lin.
Ill fortune never crushed that man
whom good fortune deceived not.—| Ben
Jonson.
Au evil speaker differs from an evil
doer only in the want of opportunity.—
[Quintilian.
Gratitude is a word that you will find
in dictionaries, but yon will not find
much of it anywhere else.
We should be more satisfied with our
prayers if we worked a little harder to
help the Lord to answer them.
Statesmanship consists rather in re­
moving the causes than in punishing or
evading results.
Crimes lead into one another. They
who are capable of being forgers are
capable of being iucendiaries.—[Burke.
Reputation is an idle and most false
imposition; oft got without merit, and
lost without deserving.—| Shaksjieare.
I’ve never any pity for conceited
people, because I think they carry their
comfort about with them.—[George
Eliot.
We judge ourselves by what we feel
capable of doing, while others judges us
by what we have already done.—[Long­
fellow.
If a man must be very economical, it
will be found to be a good rule to go
without one’s dinner and take tea with a
friend.
James Russell Lowell once said that
“the Americans are the most common-
schooled and the least cultivated people
in the world.”
*
Let no man indnlge the deceptive
thought that because the general spirit
of bis life is right his minor shortcom­
ings shall bear no bitter fruit.
Nothing elevates a man so much as
disinterested good will. We, for ex­
ample, most heartily wish that every
man in the world had half a millioii and
we ourselves a million.
It is an old motto, “Be natural.” That
depends. It is just what most people
ought not to be, and if the saving doc­
trine of total depravity be true it is very-
bad advice indeed.
The Methodist Conference Committe
at Toronto has decided that the Rev. Mr.
Willoughby did not kiss sweet Georgie
Graham five times against her will. Mr.
Willoughby will now have time to reflect
on what he missed.
A Brooklyn Heroine.
Miss Tillie Trjmble, who lives with
her parents at 92 Fourth place, became
known as a heroine in that part of Brook­
lyn yesterday. On Monday afternoon
she caught a burglar in the house. Af­
ter giving an alarm she grabbed him
around the neck and held liim, with the
assistance of her mother, till a police­
man arrived. Miss Trimble is a very
prepossessing young lsdy, nineteen
years old. She has regular features,
fine complexion and teeth, dark eyes and
a trim figure, but not a girl whom an
acquaintance would think could be de­
pended on to capture the burglar.
“Now, tell me all about it, Tillie,” re­
marked her mother, when the reporter
called last evening. Her father puffed a
pipe, but all the time looked proudly at
bis daughter. “It was about 1:80 in the
afternoon,” began Miss Tillie, “when
mother and I heard a noise up stairs.
It sounded like something dropping on
the floor. I first thought that one of my
brothers had come home. I went ub to
find out, and entered the bedroom back
of the parlor. There is a hall room
which is entered from the bedroom. The
door to it was open, and as I peeped in I
saw a man fumbling at the bureau draw­
ers. He must have heard me, for he
turned suddenly around and made a leap
for me. I gave a jump towards the door
and be ran after me. His big foot came
down on my right foot and hurt it badly.
He stumbled against the foot of the bed
and I succeeded in reaching the hallway.
I fell down the stairs and he rushed
after me. I reached the street and
yelled, ‘thief, robber 1’ and ran back into
the house. I met him coming out and I
put my arms around his neck.”
“Is that the first man you ever
hugged?" asked the father. Her two
big brothers giggled, but she paid no at­
tention.
“In a moment,’ she continued,
"mother had him by the collar, and he
tried to break away, but we held oh, and
he dragged us into the front courtyard.
He asked me what I would take to settle
it and let him go, and I said that nothing
but a policeman would settle him with
me. Several men came to our rescue,
and finally Officer Cassidy arrived and
took charge of him. There were $60 in
money and several gold watches in one
of the bureau drawers that he tried to
rob.”—[ Eastern paper.
To grow strawberry plants in pots,
sink small flower pots filled with rich
soil under the ends of the runners and
hold them there with a stone or weight
of any kind.
F arm , harden and hoiìseuold .
Strong brine kills the pear and cherry
slug.
Reno, Cal., ranchmen say that the
grasshoppers will not eat parsnips, peas,
uor onions.
It is said that about $60,000 was real­
ized in and about Sauta Barbara, Cal.,
last year by sales of Pampas grass
plumes.
A farmer, for liis business to prosper,
must be an out-door, active man. It is
futile to expect, in addition to this, he
will every day go through the duties of a
city book-keeper.
The Nadeau vineyard, Los Angeles.
Cal., when completely laid out, will em­
brace two thousand acres of land, in­
stead of fifteen hundred. There are
several hundred acres yet to be planted
out.
The « ae of millet seed as food for
chicks is hardly appreciated. The vari­
ety in diet that should lie sought for
the chickens is much aided by teeding
millet seed. It is nutritious and easily
digested.
It costs but little if any more to re­
clean the wheat as it comes from the
separator, and is run over the cleaner all
with one operation, than it does the old
way of sacking as it comes from the ma­
chine.
The California State Fair of 1882 will
commence September 11th, and close
September 16th. The directors have in­
creased the premiums some $5,000, so
that they aggregate about $30,000 in
cash, against $25,000 last year.
The l>est crop thus far reported that is
thrashed in Butte, is that of John Al.
Ball, near Dayton, who has over three
hundred acres in wheat, all harvested
and weighed, and the return is fifty-one
bushels to the acre.
Charles F. Reed of Knight’s Landing
was a heavy loser by the flood of 1880-81.
This vear (1882) his crop has been a suc­
cess. ' He says that he will receive for
the snrplus $140,000. Of this at leas
$100,000 is net profit. It is altogether
the largest and most profitable crop ever
raised on such a tract of land—about
i 6,000 acres.
At a dinner party a clumsy foe tman
! spills the contents of a sauceboat • ver
the.dress of one of the guests. “How
clumsy! What a pity!” says the lady of
the house; "how could you do such a
thing? As likely as not there wont be
! Bruce enough to go round!"—’ From the
I French.