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About The Dalles daily chronicle. (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 24, 1891)
CH3 l.OVE'3 EVENING 8TAR; Ota. iretoome to the sunny Hay, When opening buds reveal the flowers, And all around melodiously Sweet matins fill the vernal bowers; It brings again that blissful hour. The brightest far of life to me, When, fondly pressing heart to heart. We felt love's thrilling ecstasy. Vie dew of love was on thy cheek; Its irems of pearl were in thine eyes, As from thy ruby tinted lips Game forth the sweet, consenting sighs. 7wu new born joy that made thee weep. And every tear was sanctified: Two hearts were melted into one When heaven gave thee to be my bride. Ah, when I fondly called thee mine, And fervently thy vows were given, Che words were caught from oil thy lips And echoed to the ear of heaven; , And he whoever deigns to bless When guileless love implores his aid Made record of the holy bonds And bless'd the union he had made. Through all the days till frosty age Thy love has urowu more sweet and dear. As it has brightened all the way, A charm and solace ever near; And now, when near life's evening close. How beautiful the day declines! As earthly scenes are growing dark love's evening star more brightly shines I Rev. Sidney Dyer in New York Ledger. UNCLE PETE. Uncle Pete was ruminating. How ever, this was nothing new, as he had done but little else since the time he was mite of a darky, watching the sparks fly np from the burning log heaps scat tered over "old master's'' new ground jmd die away in the dusky spring even ing. He would sit upon a stump with the dark, freshly plowed ground about him giving forth odors of earth and torn green roots, while the frogs in the shal low shining branch, marked with wil lows, Bang a happy, monotonous refrain. His kinks were turning from black to gray and many a problem as knotty as his wool and just as powerless to be straightened had passed through his brain. His great passion was wealth twas the only thing he cared for. He had dreamed of it in boyhood it seemed a pity those' log heap sparks were not Teal gold had striven for it in his way in manhood, and now that old age had begun to pay court to him in a sly and wholly unaccountable manner he still dreamed of and strove for wealth. When boy he would grasp every peculiar looking rock lying in his path, with the -,hope that it might bring him a fortune. The sun glancing on a piece of glass would cause his lazy legs to move faster than was customary, for perhaps it might be a nugget of gold lying there especially for him. But he found to his disappointment many times that "all was not gold that glittered." Uncle Peter had never been taught to read, and was too lazy to work hard. In fact, he shirked dreadfully. Like "ole .Brer Rabbit" in those wondrous days when animals were gifted with speech the recital of which fills every childish heart with the pleasantest emotions he did all of the grunting and comparative- . ly no work. He lived with old master's grandson, Marse Bob, as a cropper, and invariably came out in debt to him on . mn average of $40 a year. Each Chris t- ' nas Marse Bob would storm, at him and threaten to send him away, but Uncle Peter was sly and would "lay low" until Marse Bob's sweet little wife drove all angry thoughts from his mind, and then . he began to put in his best work, usually "making sundry suggestions " tuot de fattening horgs," and ashes, salt, sul phur and copperas for the horse, mules and colts, until Marse Bob finally finish ed a contract with him almost before the thought of beginning had entered Iris mind. It would burst upon him each time like a thunderbolt, and with an in ternal' groan began the turning of new leaves. But those leaves became dog eared with too little turning and much fingering. So Uncle Peter lived on at 1ub kind benefactor's, with his progeny of grandchildren and one unmarried daughter, the idol of his heart. Uncle Peter was ruminating on this warm, damp January day. The prospect - from his cabin door did not invite very pleasant thoughts, but he was paying no attention to the gloom. The clouds hung wet and gray over the fields,, roads and pine grove, which was the only green spot in sight. A maul lay before the fire hardening for the next day's work splitting rails. That was nothing to Uncle Peter, either, for he knew very well, the sinner, he would get out of half his work by sharpening wedges for the other hands, making him self uselessly useful. "Now, if I could dig into dat gully and fine a gole mine, wouldn't I be rich?" he mused. "Gret big peeses, big as my fists den I could set up at the big 'ouse like folks, and not work my poor ole seff to deth," sighing, as he got up to turn his maul. "But den dat's Marse Bob's land, s'pose 'twould be his gole. Nor dat ain't right, neither. What I fine is mine. Ef I was to fine a quarter out yonder, I reckin it would be my quarter, and dat gole mine would too." So soared his thoughts to a realm where roads were lined with gold instead of red mud, and palaces in the places of pine trees faced them, and he was the richest of all in that country. He was awakened from those yellow toned reveries by some one hollowing: "Peter, you Peter-r, why don't you answer mer "Sir7" rousing himself and standing in Ms doorway to see Marse Bob on the fence some distance away. , "What are you doing?" -1 "Burning my maul for to-morrow. "Well, you can do that to-night. You - always get mighty smart at the wrong time, anyway. Go on to the house and help the other boys shuck corn." Uncle Peter got up and crossed the field with reluctant footsteps, while Marse Bob growled to himself on the laziness of the "colored race" in general. i Sunday morning came 'and with it guests at the big house as usual. Uncle Peter went up to black . boots and build :; .fires, as was bis custom one he adopted ' friinrmalf and one he invariably kept. JMarse Bob's wife's brother was there, and as Peter came in he asked: . "What kind of weather, Peter?" 1 "Lubly, air, lubly," was the reply he always gave, nq matter what the weather might be. Hot or cold, wet or dry, Sun day morning was always "lubly" to Uncle Peter. , ; ; .' ; V ; "Where did you get that shirt, Peter? came Frank's lazy tones from the depths of a feather bed, from where he could just see Peter, whose shoes were shining brighter than his ebony face, sitting on the woodbox rubbing away with brush and blacking for all he was worth. "Bought it! ' with a proud glance. "You ought to be a good citizen with such a shirt as that on. Let me see! Stars all over and a striped sailor collar. Stars and stripes, pretty good!" Uncle Peter gave a complacent smile as Frank spoke in a half sleepy, half mischievous tone. . "How's crops? Going to get rich this fall, aren't youf "Well, mebbe so, brightening up. "Do you think so? I can't say, but 1 know one thing, you would like to have a smile," as Peter placed both shoes side by side, and shut up the blacking box. "Uncle Peter's black features lighted up in quite a marvelous manner as Frank offered him what he loved next to money. "Yes, sax, deed I would, ear, bowing and rubbing his hands gleefully. "Hand me that flask on the table. Now, here is your smile," detaching the silver drinking cup from the bottom of the flask and pouring the clear red liquid into it, which ran out with a jolly gur gle from the mouth of the bottle. "You drink fust, Marse Frank." "Oh no, Peter, I never drink. I carry it about in case of an accident." "Well," smacking his black lips and wrenching the cup from the pitcher of water, "if I owned dat dream accidents would be forebber. happning," grinning and bowing himself out. He turned his steps toward the kitchen after leaving Franks room. There he sat himself down to wait for the coffee pot. This coffee pot was a great consolation to Uncle Peter; he never went to his work without first draining it, even eating the grounds. It was too good to waste. He was a great deal more likely to be on hand when breakfast was over than most of the family when it was ready. It was raining and not only raining, but pouring and had been for an hour. Uncle Peter sat in front of his huge fire place, which was filled with burning logs, and nodded, while mammy pieced up a quilt with colors so startling, such as pink and yellow, side by side, or green and blue with each other vied. Their pride and delight, a piece of ebony im pudence done up in checked homespun, sat by the little window reading. Labo riously she spelled out the words, more la boriously absorbed their meanings. Now and then mammy would give a grunt or "dat's so," sometimes coming in at the most absurd times, for she sever under stood what Angeline was reading; there was such an interval between each word, the one had escaped her memory before the other was called out. Uncle Peter still nodded and bobbed his head around dangerously at times, for it did seem that it would pop off. He waa thoroughly awake all at once. What was that? "How to' get r-i-c-h, rich," drawled Angeline. Uncle Peter was all excite ment in a moment and exclaimed fever ishly, "Read on, nigger!" Angy looked up astonished; she was not accustomed to being addressed that way by her ad miring father: "Write to J-a-m-e-s H-a-r-l-i-n-g, Har ling, C-o-r-t-l-a-n-t Cortlent street, New York; I dunno what dat street means after dat word. It can't spell nuthin' corden to my notion. I reckin it must mean, ah, I dnnno. Hit was jiss got thar by mistake, dat's hit. Dat typewriter got jess a little too much onto dat." "Ugh, humph!" assented Uncle Peter indifferently; but his little black eyes were sparkling, and after a while he got up, stretched and looked at the elements. They were clearing up a little; bo put ting on his great coat, which struck his "dumpity" little figure about the heels, he sallied . forth to the preacher's, his dearest friend and closest ally. He found hi-m at home making foot mats, as he usually did in wet weather. Howdy does being over Uncle Peter set forth in a most cautious manner to feel around and learn what the preacher thought of the scheme he had hidden in the back part of his head. Brer Hambleton, does you reckin you will ebber git rich workin' 'mongst dem shucks?" "Whut! git rich? I ain't a-working fur riches; I am workin' fur de Lord. Ef he wants me to get rich he will make me, I reckin. And anudder thing, I never thought about it," replied the un worldly old fellow. "Well, ef you will juss read here m dis newspaper you'll see sumpin," pull ing it out of his pocket. "What's it 'bout?" "Gittin' rich," dropping his voice to a whisper. Brother Hambleton pulled out his brass nmmed glasses, put them on his nose and grasped the paper. He scanned it closely for. a while, and then said: "Bat must be this here. 'Riches 'air very desirable things, but there is something more desirable yet, and that is health. Now, this can be obtained by taking Green Leaf Tome' " "Hole on, Brer Hambleton, you ain't readin' the right one; leastways it don't sound like dat whut Angeline read," ex claimed Uncle Peter in some alarm. Was the fortune which seemed in his grasp to run through his fingers like so much water, only leaving them damp as r a sign it had been there? "Well, how did it start, Brother Peterr asked the Reverend Benjamin Hamble ton, looking over his glasses in a grave manner, as much as to say, "Brother Peter, I'se afraid you'se had a very large smile 'dis day, and you dreamed dat thing." "Oh, I don't 'zactly mermemble, but hit wasn't dat, and I heered her read it sho'," with some excitement. "Look again, Brer Hambleton. " - Benjamin Hambleton once again looked over the paper and then was about to give it up in despair when a little advertisement in the ten cent column caught his eye. He read it out and TJncle'Peter almost wept - -IV for Joy w he heard. the sentence he thoaght he should never hear again. "Now, what do you propose to do?" in-r quired Benjamin Hambleton. . ' "I says fer you to write to dat man and see whut he says. "Well share profits. Of course you Ion have inos' haff," generously. "Mos' haff," indignantly. r'Mos haff, when I does all de writin' and "reading? No, sir! ' I gits whole haff or not write." "All right, all right," hurriedly, as visions of a lost fortune again float before- him. ' Amiability being restored, they worked and plotted together like old cronies should. The letter was writ ten and posted; they had only to wait a week or two before they could drees up and live like folks in the big.'ouse. Uncle Peter began to wear "the big gest" air imaginable. ; He became lazier than ever and plagued Marse Bob al most out of his wits. The negroes .all wondered what had got into Uncle Peter. He usually bade them good morning in the pleasantest manner, but now it was with the condescension of a monarch. Angeline was no longer the "apple of his eye." She found herself not noticed at all, and thereby became sulky and switched about more than ever while she walked. But it all was lost upon Uncle Peter. He was going to get rich in his old age, and that was all he wanted. He dreamed of it at night, and went a-day dreaming over it too. Uncle Peter was too talkative, how ever, to let his secret remain one longer than a few days. He had no idea he had ''le.t the cat out of the bag," but be fore one week had expired all the negroes on the plantation knew he had discov ered a method for getting rich, and all were on the qui vive for discovery, but they did not let Uncle Peter have an inkling of their intentions. One Saturday afternoon as the clouds in the west began to lose some of their exquisite coloring, for night was creep ing on, all of the hands. Uncle Peter in cluded, had gathered about the back door of the big house. All eyes were centered upon Marse Bob, who stood on the stone steps with a stone jug in one hand and a cup in the other. Every face was wreathed in smiles at the thought of a dram. As Marse Bob poured put the liquid which ran with such a good old sound, "So good, good, good, good," it seemed to say, he talked and gave much good, good, good, good advice while he distributed it around. The darkies had just wiped their mouths on their coat sleeves preparatory to leav ing, when a little negro boy came up with the mail. Marse Bob glanced over it hastily, and called out: "Halloa, here, Peter a postal for you." "Yas, sir," responded Uncle Peter, stepping up with happy expectation in his tones and movements. "Shall I read it for you?" with a twin kle in his eyes, for he had read it while speaking, and had heard something of Peter's boasting lately. "Yas, sir, s'pose you do," responded Peter, who was feeling generous after his smile. He didn't care just then if all the darkies ia Christendom knew how to get rich. Marse Bob cleared his throat, while all the hands turned around to hear what Uncle Peter's correspondent had to say. . "How to get rich. Eat nothing, wear nothing, and work like old Nick." There was a shout of laughter from every pair of lips save Uncle Peter's. He was dumb with disappointment and rage. He said not a word, but turned away and walked off "a sadder and a wiser man." It is a month later. Riches are never mentioned by Peter now. He is cured. His fellow workmen plagued his poor old life almost out of him, until one morning he turned like a wounded lion at bay and made them all fly. Since that time he has lived in peace. A curi ous coolness grew up between him and the preacher at one time', but the genial nature of both old darkies has thawed that out, and they are the same old cronies, only they never speak of wealth to each other. Mrs. E. M. Stewart in Atlanta Constitution. Tbe Value of Sleep. Gen. Lord Wolseley, England's lead ing soldier, is z man of simple and ab stemious habits, and is an emphatic advocate of sleep. When he is his own master he goes to rest between 10 and 11 and is up before 6. He is a sound sleeper, and can sleep at almost any time and under any circumstances, which is no doubt one great secret of success; for in war, as in politics, the man who can not sleep might as well retire from the running. "You cannot put in your time more profitably than in sleeping," Lord Wolseley says, and the saying is one that may well be taken to heart by all hard workers. As long as you can sleep you ean always renew your strength. It is when sleep fails that your balance at the bank of life is cut E. Best Things. Tbe Value of Armor in War Snips. The value of armor has been a matter constantly discussed since its first intro duction. So long as it remained, as it did for a time, superior to the attack of the gun its desirability was certain, but when the race began between the two the gun early seized and maintained the lead. : From that time to the present ad vocates of the abolition of armor have been very numerous. They compare the state of affairs with that which existed prior to the disuse of personal armor, but so long as armor can be so arranged as to protect certain vital points it is probable that it will be so used. Still there are some good arguments in sup port of decuirassement to use a French word that is particularly expressive. New.York Herald. - Pull Down tbe Blinds. To all secret societies with Venetian blinds inside their., windows: See that the slats are turned carefully down be fore initiating a candidate, or somebody across the street will have as much fun out of the ceremony as the members. Chicago Tribune. J. M HUNTINGTON & CO. Abstracters, Heal Estate and Insurance Agents. Abstracts of. and Information Concern ing Land Titles on Short Notice. Land for Sale and Houses to Rent. Parties Looking for Homes in COUNTRY OR GITY, OR IN SEARCH OF Bugiije Location, Should Call on or Write to us. Agents for a Full Line of IMi Fire Insurance Companies, ! 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