Daily Eugene guard., January 01, 1895, Image 3

- VAmanCE OF A CARftlEn BOY.
THE BU'"" ;
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,M.t KM. y American
CapyrlxM. tlouj
. time Ot 1110 year
f u"o to come, and the pause
ra'ttyean, that we've llv.
l"u 1 i. l.f..m
iustvvhat in the future's 1
And
store ,.w .
ffMnWocastupacconiH wiui n ....u.uu.
eyo, , ,, ,.1, i.thir to try
hereafter much bettor to try,
SJuS when we've settled this point
in our mind
ffe !rn with our thoughts retrospective
BowJLo in scones that w'v0 llved ,
through before,
Though the joy may bo loss and the griol
may
be more,
Ji
For oven In sorrows gono by, as wo look,
We got tho same pleasure as reading a
book
That, always familiar, still makes om
hearts bum
As over its pages at Now Year's wo turn.
So Arthur Munroo, ns ho trudged down
tho street,
Wrapped up in his grcntcoat, his fnco to
tho sleet,
With crowds all around him and yet all
alone,
Dwelt on scones of tho post and the years
that had flown.
And so, my dear reader, If you will draw
near,
I'll givo you a glimpse of Munroe's past
career.
BETR0SPECT1VE.
If you'll travel all night in tho fnst mall
cypress
On tho A. and B. road to a point I con
fess I'voforgottcn tho namo. It's a junction,
yon see,
And it's down In somo maps just as plain
as can bo,
And then, changing cars, If you'll rldo
half a day
y ou will coiuo to tho beautiful village
of Clay.
It was bore in a quaint little cottago ono
morn
That Arthur Mouroo, our young hero, was .
Dorn.
Thoy say, nnd with truth, that the coun
try's tho place
Whero a man in tho years that como after
can traco
Tho rich drafts of health that havo been
such a blessing
To help in his life work. But I nm di
gressing. And so to uo brief, I will merely reinnrk
Wat tho boy's early lifo was indeed all a
lark.
Ho ran in tho fields, and he grew stout nnd
tall,
With skating nnd swimming nnd playing
baseball,
And his mother, denr woman, was proud
of her boy
And hailed him a blessing in fact, her
ono Inv '
But, olas for
r our story, the truth must bo
told,
She was not overstocked with tho metal
called gold,
And the timo camo whon Arthur, by nn-
turo no shirk,
"as ol)lim.,i , , ....
. puiyiug ami go rigiiir
to work, I
Which ho did with a will, though tho pay !
was quito small, !
alf IICmU1, " wookIy ehcrt takcn by
10 ''fvUIago of Clay, and, 'tis needless to
v stlte,
, Popular paper 'twould bo hard to
rate,
GrecT yUnB hCr' ' Whom t'P W83 1
A !Za P0 Hcrald nt week, j
"Z? lmln"tlve, I must allow,
now qnlt t0 to nenon "
An'ij!ildut5r Wns thls-to deliver each
Hfaldtc .all of tho lowly nnd meek '
to tno50 who woro no(. so,n brlef j CnlU ,neath th0 gaslight s faint glow he
To .n v8"7 was stopped
Clay 8ubscrlb,r8 who paid up In By a man in his way. He mechanically
Among theso subscrlbcrs WM one nnn)ed uis lmnd'tn his ockct, nnd then he look
Judgo Green, ed down , u
. unyg mtiio week might
w seen
ftldi:
ng out with his daughter, a dark eyed
young maid. '
n....'uung maid.
. " fac that was sweet an inmlon
staid
youn8 Brandmother pictur-
TW nbooks-
0, no "'her girl who excelled her ,
Aiul Hftoii Omm' cvm, nnd !i.w noso, an4 f
her hair,
And her old fashioned ways worn beyond
'itvas natural, then, when Munroe every I
week ' I
"t'- PP Grc,,,, ho should linger j
or receive just a wonderful
P.,,,,. l. ii... . ...
" - "J1"0 "
periecuy plain It is natnm
ut art
J-"B luunroo should And
And the e! tho offer fro.n New York
one, day,
And Arthur Munroo and his mother left
And th'o boy found himself, with his youth
u,uj ambition,
A rlslu(? ymmg mm w,th nu
lacking his heart.
tion.
j Reporter nnd editor thus had ho grown
I l'o bo quite a power In tho time that had
j flown
Since ho loved Helen Groon, yet ho felt an
odd thrill
i When ho pictured her fnco, for ho'loved
tho girl still,
And so on one summer he sought compen
) sat ion
i For years of hard work, nnd ho took his
vacation
In Clay, where tho lovo of his life .might
j uu been,
i And ho sent tin his oard. if you oleosa, to
Miss Green.
nnu was so giau to seo nun. 'Twos strik
ing how tall
He'd grown in the years that had passed!
That was all.
And then tho door opened. Sho turned,
with a smile,
"My friend from Now York Mr. Sidnoy
do Lislo."
Tho two men both bowed. They Instinc
tively knew
It was war to tho death, and their faces
both grow
Quito set and determined! Few men can
conceal
Like women so suddenly just what thoy
fcol.
Tho fatal day camo when Munroo must re
turn. Ho resolved to stako all. Oh, dear read
er, discern
Why it is that tho heart of a maiden's so
llighty
And clings to tho wenk when sho could
hnvo tho mighty.
And so it came out, as you may havo cx-
peotcd,
That Munroo turned his faco back to
work, crushed, rejected.
To hnvo such a setback was not a light
blow
To a man of tho stamp of young A rthur
Munroo.
But work helped hhu greatly. Thon after
awhllo
Ho learned of her marriage to Sidney do
Lislo.
Though his faco turned quito pnlo, he re
solved to forget '
And harbor no feelings of hopeless regret.
So now that I've shown you the past of his
lifo,
Dear reader, you'll know why ho hasn't a
wife,
And you'll know why it Is that his head's
slightly bowed
As ho walks in deep thought through tho
New Year's eve crowd.
THE MEETING.
Havo you ever walked Broadway nt night,
when tho snow
Has turned Into sloot and the winter winds
Wow
From nil quarters at onco In a frenzy of
sport
And cut off tho breaths of tho passersby
short?
Havo you seen tho lights (glimmer, as if
through a fog
On a night when you'd gather In oven a
dog,
Though tho sorriest pup that you ever be
held, Or the worst looking tramp that, by hun
ger compcllod,
Asks food as ho cringes in front of your
door
While the storm howls around him as nev
or before?
Havo you seen tho shop windows all glit
ter with glory
On tho night beforo Xew Year's? If bo,
then my story
Will bring back tho sceno. Havo you gono
with tho throng
Of bundled up humans, tho weak nnd tho
strong,
Tho rich and tho poor, tho sad and tho
(ray,
As they hurry along In tho night on
Brondway?
Havo you noticed tho beggar, whoso acted
despair
Gives color nt night to that great thor
oughfare? So Arthur Munroo walked along in tho
night,
But nbsorbed, so that llttlo appealed to his
sight.
And his ears were quite deaf to tho beg
gars' faint cry
As they touched his greatcoat or in vain
caught his eye
Wltu a curious t"" 1 -
Who'd jostled against him. This creature,
t'.
for so
no seemed to tho vision of Arthur Mun.
TQC
Was a man who appeared to have shrunk
by somo law
That applies to all victims of povorty
inaw.
In ntv
GOODluck.jood luck in aB;
Mk In tmelue months
KSY-S Wo', ,a 1;. ia
May all ofusuiitK
nave luuv be Opreiail,
And like a fleet in Nappy seas ,
May me injjladness sail.
Who knouis . but
We shall FO St.firn fnr.iof. fe'W!
Ti ...j
nun ui jnu pcilci uoneAnd, '-'
1 '1
e may
vz happyjet!
WfP VimisKiKslilws! LetfTeed.
7'7A'i?i Good .sm'rit.s crime, at rsll
tyifkm niniW
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Ills clothes hung nround him in tatters. '
His faco j
Had written In language quito plainlj ;
4liard case,"
And yet there was something deflno it
who can j
To show that its owner had onco been n '
"Beg pardon," ho muttered. Like somo
missing link
Of tho past, Munroo heard, and ho felt his
heart sink.
Tho volco was familiar. Again, ns ho
gazed
At tho faeo of tho strangor beforo him half
dazed,
Ho knew by tho poso nnd the general stylo
Tho ono who addressed him was Sidney
do Lislo.
TUB HAND OF A FH1END.
There nro somo who aver, nnd with truth
bo it said,
That the man who Is weak might much
better be dead.
Yon may curb a strong nature or prut 10 it
at will,
But you can't mako a river gush forth
from a rill.
You may nurture a seed with a care qutto
complete,
But you can't mako an oak from n small
grain of wheat.
And yet if this rlddlo you'll solvo, so to
speak,
You havo first got to know if tho man's
really weak.
In every man's lifo there's a tlino when
ho'U fall
If ho hasn't tho strength of a friend with
in call,
But onco over this by himself ho may
grow
To a much higher piano if ho has but a
show.
There's a weak spot in all of us. Think
of It yet
As you seo poor Do Lisle in the cold and
tho wet
Was ho hopelessly weakP Was his soul
shriven baro
Hy tho curso put upon it, or was It de
spair That brought him so low? Did ho need
now tho hnnd
Of a friend to return him his own self
command?
Theso thoughts through Munroc's mind
camo surging quito fast
As ho stared at Do Lisle, and i i thought
of tho past.
Meanwhile there had come through tho
wet and tho cold
A flash from tho oyo of his rival of old,
A flash that was full of complete recogni
tion And freighted with meaning. He knew
his position,
And with quick Intuition took in at a
glanco
Tho whole situation. Munroe, in a trance,
Recovered moro slowly. Do Lisle, with a
Blight
Shrug of shoulders, turned away In tne
night.
Then it was that Munroo, with a quick,
hearty smile,
Laid his hand on tho shoulder of Sidney
do Lisle.
''Come, De Lisle," ho said briefly, "this
never will do.
I'm not such a fellow as that. As for you,
If ever a man was In need of a friend,
You certainly are But you never can
Yourself on tho wheel of 0 falsified prido. "
The other man stopped, shook, then trem- j
bled and cried,
With lila linnds to his fnco, and ho sobbed:
'I am weak
more mauuiebaaladMu
,1.., jV Ay K
one accord
in lIip. ipar t.n rnm
..Tft - i n IW-.V-v
reiqn;
to ALL.i&;
From exposure. My Clo;t, you'ro t.lin first
ono to spi'iik
A kind word to ino fur a tinie 11, It
stvins
An eternity, such as wo dream of In
dreams
Slnco she" At tho mention uf this word
Munroo
Grow stern, nnd Ills voice slipped his soft
tone. "And so, "
ITo burst out, "you have left her, you cur!"
Tho other man's eyes Hashed, lie did not
demur
For an instant of timo. Then his faeo
quickly (lushed
With the insult upon it. Not utterly
crushed,
Ho drew himself tip and said: ''Xeverl
Don't daro
To repeat what you've said, for, Munroo, I
will swear
That I did not do this." "Will you
swear," said Munroe,
"That you never 111 treated her? If not,
then go!
You are worthless as such. Now, Do
Lislo, I demand
No word of your past. As tho past let it
stand.
But I ask: Do you lovo her? And whero
Is sho now?
I do not require that you tell mo just
how
You havo brought yourself down. Wo nro
all of us weak,
But havo you 111 treated your wlfo, Do
Lisle? Speak!"
Do Lislo paused n moment nnd looked in
tho faco
Of his mentor. tlMunroe," ho replied,
"my disgraco
Is not of that sort, and I swear, sir, to
you
That my wife has gono home. Do I lovo
her? I do.
I swear that sho left me herself wall, in
short,
For no other reason than t his nonsup;
port.
Since then" But Munroe, with a ges
ture, said: "Stop!
You must tell ino no more. Come, Do
Lisle, you will drop
If wo stand hero much longer. Your word
is enough.
I ask for no moro. You're no longer a
tough.
I bellevo you. I'll help you to mako, If
you can,
From tho wreck of yourself a respectablo
man."
And under his breath ho said softly, "I'll
mako
A man of this vagabond, just for her
sake. "
ONE YEAH LATER.
Miss Percy of Clay to a friend out of
town
Somo lines from her letter are hero jotted
down:
"My Dear I've a strange bit of romanco
to tell.
It's about Helen Green. You remember
her? Well,
You remcmlKT her nmrriat.": to .Sidney do
Lislo
And liow well sho looki d as nho wnlkod
down tho ni.slc.
Thoy lx'gnn In iJuljuquc A position ho
Kt,
And with lovo on their filile uimI a RUmll
house and lot
They started In life. True, his clerkship
""',
And ho had a few hundreds behind him.
That's all.
v.t.o'vo maiTh-J would count
.mu quite liu-ky I
Tho nun with this start nnd tho woman
so plucky.
How weak was Do LUlel I declare, tt is
strange,
And I'm thankful I haven't a man vtUh
in ranee.
Young Sidney de Lisle was tho man of j
all men i
Who would win a girl's heart without
trouble, and then
He camo of go xl family. In all respects
striking,
He was just such a fellow you couldn't
help liking.
He was handsome and witty, a man of
good parts,
And they say ho played havoo with many
girls' hearts.
And so ho met Helen and loved her. My
friend,
You doubt this. And yet you must wait
to tho end.
vVhen a man, my dear girl, with no train
ing in lifo
Starts out with some cash and a sweet llt
tlo wife,
They say that his wlfo will stick by htm
much longer
Than tho cash, and she'll prove in tho end
to bo stronger.
So Helen, wl'h patience, began to dissem
ble And put on a smilo when, her heart all
a-tremble,
She felt more like crying, while Sidney
began
To go down the hill. And yet, still Hko a
man,
He buckled with fate, and I think he did
well
When we think of his training. And now
I must tell
Tho eaddest of all of this tragedy, dear,
For tme cannot expect to correct in a
year
Tho mistakes of a rearing that always
was wrong.
Unless wo are born with n will doubly
strong
And when wo turn back, ah, how Httlo
we know
Of the dragons who've followed us on
ward! And so
When tho little babe came and tho mother
grew sick,
And bills of all shapes and all Blzos grow
thick,
Ho began to loso nervo till tho fatal day
camo
When ho lost his position. Ho was not to
lilumo,
So Helen declares. Times were dull, so
they said,
So the head of his oflleo just cut off his
head.
Then It was that Do Lisle lost his head on
tho brink
And thought ho could drawn all his trou
bles in drink.
That shows that tho fellow was weak or
was lacking
In just tho right friend to eecuro him a
backing.
I do not know which, but tho facts must
remain.
He had failed with his life. Though It
may gtvo us pain
To admit this was so, yet it was, nil tho
same,
For the fault was Do L Isle's, and with him
lies tho blame.
Too proud to write homo, she'd hnvo died
In tho end
If by chance sho had not been observed
by n friend
From tho east, who took In at a glanco hor
despair,
And who Bat down nnd wroto to tho Judgo
then and thero.
Tho judKOBonton money and wroto and
Implored
Her to lenvo nnd como on to tho homo
fiho'd ndored
And to lcavo Do Lislo thero. Sho refused
tho request
And wroto sho would stick by Do LIhIo In
tho west.
But tho JikIko was aroused. Though ho
sent no rebuke,
Ho took tho first train, nnd ho went to Du
buque, And ho brought her back homo. Was poor
Helen wron mnybo
When ulio left Do Lislo there? Tint sho
tlioujfht of tho tiahy
And the life It would lead In a homo such
a-i theirs.
Bo site left him behind. .Since that day
she deelares
.She's been illled with remorse. Was sho
rlf.'ht? Was sho wnin?
You know what wo women are, dear. Wo
nro si ron
Ho strong in somo thiuH and so weak in
others.
Was hhe wvnk when sho left him, or was
it a mother's
Great lovo for her child that had como in
between
Her duty toward Sidney do Llslof Had
you seen
Tho llttlo one's fnco ns sho erli d for pnya.
You would know Just the struggle In Ilel
en's breast. Ah!
My dear, when tho market of mnrrlngo
you scan
Don't forgot what I say nnd look out for
n man
Who has earned his own bread nnd hns
proved beyond doubt
Ifo can stand on his feet by himself nnd
Without
Any prop but his head and his handsand
himself,
Or else yo it would better remain on tho
shelf
And livo by yourself, for tho mull, my
dear friend,
Who's idle, although ho have wealth with
out end,
May bo gol for somo things in this Ilfo's
gldily whirl,
But ho won't mako n hm.bnnd for overy
good girl.
V.-t
4PHR
lAnd now I havo como ton part, I confess,
i'luil's tlu Inst of it all, and I'm suro
you could guess
If you haven't already the story discerned.
The tjuih is, my dear, that Do Lislo has
return, d!
Ho has como back to Helen. I wish you
could see
How ho looks, how ho acts. I bellevo you
would bo
Convinced that the man has Improved,
had you known
Young Do Lislo as I know him beforo. Ho
has grown
Much older, his mind and his soul better
shaped.
Bo looks liko a man who's been scorched
and escaped.
P. S. Since I've written this Helen has
told
Me t lie pitiful story her husband's unrolled
yinco the night that they parted. He does
not know bow,
But ou to New York ho camo after. Soiuo-
how
map-
llo bent hlswnyon. Thon for days nnd
for nights
no wnndored nround in tho worst of nil
plights.
Ashamed to go homo in tho stnto ho wna
in,
And all tho timo sinking still deeper lu
sin,
Until ho wns scon by n frloud. Who It
was
Or just when hoknowhlm wo don't know,
becnuso
Tho friend nindo him proinlso ho never
would toll.
Bub ho took him straight homo, gnvo him
shelter, and woll,
llo braced up Do Lislo, nnd ho got him a
plnco
And practically snved him from deepor
disgrace.
Do Lislo slnco that timo hns been going
up hill
And worked to n place thnt 'twould bo
hnrd to fill,
And now nftor waiting for nearly a yenr
Ho's returned for tho ones thnt ho holds
tho moBt dear.
Thoy are going back soon to tholr homo.
What think you
Of tho romance I'vo wrlttonf It's ovory
bit true,
And I know yon'U bo glad when you hoar
In tho end
Thnt tho husband wns rescued by menus
of a friend."
K IIAl'PY HOME.
In ending a tnlo 'tis n privtlego quito
To show to tho rendor n picture that's
bright,
Not far from tho town, but nwny from tho
riot,
Whero things nro moro ponceful and rest
ful nnd quiet
'Twas hero tho Do Llslos settled down,
nnd 'twas hero
That wo find thorn ngnln on n happy Now
Yenr.
'Iloro'sn book by Munroo," snld Do Lisle
ns ho onmo
And sat by Ills wlfo iu tho light of tho
flamo
Of tho flro. "It's a good book to rood.
What success ho has liadl" "Yes, ho has
had Indeed,"
Said Jfelen. "I often remember," Bho
muHcd,
"Tho way that ho looked on tho day I re
fused Ills offer of ninrrlago. I llttlo thought
thon
That Arthur Munroo would bo great
among men.
Ho must havo worked hnrd. A man who
would let
No obstnolo stnnd In his way." "You re
grotf" paid hor husband ns, drawing quito noar,
llo clasped her hand gently. "Say, do
you, iny denrf"
"Hegretl" sho replied, with hor faco all
aglow,
As sho smiled such a smile ns a wife can
bestow.
"No, novor, my dear." (Ah, how little
sho know!)
"For Munroo could not lovo holf so much
ns you dol"
TOM MAS80N.
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