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About Southwest Oregon recorder. (Denmark, Curry County, Or.) 188?-18?? | View Entire Issue (Oct. 21, 1884)
SO LONG. "Bat a week is so longl" he said, With a toes ol his curly head. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Seven whole days! Why, in six, you know (You said it yourself you told me so), The great God up in heaven Made all the earth and the seas and skies, The trees and the birds and the bntterflies. How can I wait for my seeds to growl" " But a month Is so longF he said, With a droop of his boyish head. "Hear me count one, two, three, four Four whole weeks and three days more; Thirty-one days, and each will creep As the shadows crawl over yonder steep; Thirty-one nights, and I shall lie Watching the stars climb up the sky. How can I wait till a month is o'er P " But a year is so long!'' he said, Uplifting his bright young head. M All the seasons must come and go Over the hills with footsteps slow Autumn and winter, summer and spring; Oh, for a bridge of gold to fling Over the chasm deep and wide, That I might cross to the other side, Where she is waiting my love, my brideP " Ten years may be long," he said, Slow raising his stately head, " But there's much to win, there is much to lose, A man must labor, a man must choose, And he must be strong to wait! The years may be long, but who would wear The crown of honor must do and dare. No time has he to toy with fate Who would climb to manhood's high es tate." "Ah! life is not long," he said, Bowing his grand white head. " One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Seventy years! As swift their flight As swallows cleaving the morning lighti Or golden gleams at even. Life is short as a summer night How long, oh, God, is eternity l" CONSTANT and true. ''What an industrious little thing you are, Thalia! I, for one, fear that if mamma relied for her three quarts of ber ries upon me she would have to do with out." Bo saying handsome Ida Minturn leans her head, upon her white hand while she watches languidly her cousin's busy movements. It is a sweet, arch face that Thalia lifts to her as she smilingly answers: "Tired already? Ida, I do believe you were born to be a drone in the hive. Everything seems to weary you except going to par ties and " . "flirting, I suppose you would finish with. Well, you are pot far wrong; and, by the bye, Thalia, I have found a new and delightful subject upon which to try my powers of fascination. Pa should have thought twice before he engaged euch a handsome overseer. To be sure, he is rather cold and distant ; but you'll see yet how expressive I can make his dark eyes look." : A delicate pink rushes to the younger girl's fair face as she springs to her feet, almost dropping her basket of berries. "Ida Minturn, I am ashamed of you! Indeed, I was going to finish my sentence in no such way. I detest the very word flirtation, and 1 do not believe Mr. Holmes would stoop to such a thing." "Thalia, how seriously you do take things If you could only sec how dramatic you look gory, outstretched hand and all ! But here comes Mr. Holmes himself. I believe I will tell him of your enthusiastic defense. I doubt not but it would amuse him." "Oh, Ida, please don't!" And Thalia's cheeks grow to the deep est rose as she pkads. But there is no need for fear, as, with merely a grave, courteous lift of his 6traw hat, Mr. Holmes passes on to where, in a distant part of the field, some men are engaged at their work. The golden summer months flit gently by and it is not long before it is plainly evident to all eyes but Mrs. 3Iinturn's how affairs are tending between the handsome young overseer of the farm and the gentle young girt who for the past three years has made her home with her auDt. "I think he's perfectly splendid!" Ida says candidly, as with many blushes Thalia confesses the fact of her engage ment. "But mamma will never con sent, and I myself think you're very foolish, Thalia. Love is all well enough," but I for one have too much ambition to throw myself away on a poor young man. I look for a coronet at the very least, and you, with your pretty face, might certainly do better." "Better! Ah, no!" And Thalia's face is more than pretty beautiful as she speaks. "My Harry is noble and good. What could be better than that? And if he is poor, I am too, but I count myself rich in his love !" Ida is right in prognosticating her mother's disapproval. " Engaged ! And to a man not worth a penny, and of whose family one knows nothing about! Thalia, I am shocked. I have seen that you were very friendly, but I had no idea of this, for we have all treated Mr. Holmes with more consider ation than his position calls for. And what will your uncle say? Just what I do that the affair must be stopped at ones. I am your guardian, Thalia, and until you are of age you can contract no marriage without my consent. You know that, and I now say that this en gagement must be broken." And all Thalia's tears and pleadings are of no avail. Mrs. Minturn is firm. In two weeks' time they will go to Lon don, and she decides in her own mind that she shall then see that her niece is fashionable life from which as yet her tender years have kept her. It is a cruel blow to Harry Holmes, for, relying upon his employer's evident friendliness, he has suffered himself to build high hopes. . "Three years! Oh, Thalia, your love will never survive such a test!" " Have no fear, Harry," Thalia an swers, resolutely, "for neither time, place 'nor surroundings can alter my heart, and when your time of probation is over, and I am my own mistress, you have only to come and demand your own for I shall be yours then as now." In the belt that clasps her slight waist nestles a cluster of daisies. Stooping, Harry disentangles them irom their fas tenings. " I will keep them, Thalia, as a remem brance of your words. And now I have something to tell you. Since your uncle told me the other day, that," after thS week, my services would be no longer needed, I have received a communica tion from Ireland, which has decided me to go there at once. It is a letter from an uncle of whose existence until now I have been ignorant. But read it for yourself. This is what Thalia reads: "My Dear Nephew: I have only just learned, after long inquiry, that my sister left a son, and that he and you are one and the same. This letter will undoubtedly prove a surprise to you, as, from my sister's solemn vow, made to me as she left her home, I know that you never can have heard my name. Let me explain: At an early age your mother and myself were left orphans. Time went by, and your mother met and be came attached to one whom beyond all others I disliked, and for just cause. "They were engaged and married, in de spite of my vehement protestations. I re fused to sanction the marriage or be present at the ceremony. Margaret had to the full the impetuous character of our family. On the eve of her departure for her future home she came to me and said : ' Stephen, hence forth do not ever expect to hear aught of me or mine. You have chosen to wound me in the tenderest feelings of my nature, and to insult him who is my husband. I shall never forget you. Never again to my dying day shall your name, or any allusion to you, pass my lips. I sever the connection between us. Should I have children, they shall enow up in ignorance of any relatives save those upon their father's side. I have pledged my hus band to a like vow, and it shall be kept.' Before I could recover from the surprise her implacable words caused she had gone. That wa3 the last time I ever saw her. "Now, my nephew, your mother's vow was wrong, and I have no doubt that ere she died she would have gladly recalled it. I am old and alone in the world and m sad need. You are young and strong and to you I turn. I implore you, as the last of my family, the only one living upon whom I have any claim, to come- to my succor if it be possible for you to do so. Your uncle, "Stephen Hartley." "Mr. Henry Holmes." "I am glad you are going, Harry," Thalia said, as she finished reading. "Poor old man, all alone in the world and needing aid his is a sad lot." "I knew you would feel so, my dar ling," Harry answers; and then, the letter forgotten, they talk as lovers delight to do, until the moments, flying by, bring at last the dreaded time of parting. "Who is the drone now, ThaliaUivers, I should like to be informed?'' exclaims Ida one evening coming into her cousin's room fully arrayed in an exquisite ball costume. "Jt is almost time to be going, and here you sit with that everlasting picture in your hand! Thalia! Thalia! haven't vou forgotten that nonsense yet?" No, Thalia has not forgotten, although the last three years have been a bewilder ing time to the girl's shrinking, retiring nature. She is growing more accustomed to the thousand demands and forms of society, but they weary her infinitely. Not one word since their parting has she heard from her lover; but, as she had truly told him, "neither time nor place can change her heart," and deep down in its pure recesses is still enshrined one handsome, dark face, with grave brow and speaking eyes. "What do you think Renie Andrews told me this morning?" Ida says, a month later. "I'm sure I do not know," Thalia re plies, looking up from the book she is reading. "Well, what would you say if my cor oneted destiny were even now on his way to England? Renie tells me that her cousin from Ireland is to arrive in time for her fete, and that with him is to come a veritable Croesus and heir to a Srospective title. Renie says that he is andsome, too, for she has seen his pic ture. I tell you what, Thalia, I feel it in my bones as nurse used to say that this young stranger will not return to his ancestral acie3 as unencumbered as he comes. Some English girl will cer tainly captivate him ; and why should it not be jour humble servant?" By the time her cousin finishes, Tha lia's face is full of the amusement she cannot repress ; but Ida is too much en grossed with her pleasant fancies to notice or be offended. That same after noon the postman brings a letter to Thalia, addressed in bold, manly characters. She has never seen Harry's writing, and' yet her fingers tremble, and her soft cheek flushes, as she opens the envelope ; for something tells her whose hand penned her name. Inside are only a few lines : "Darling Thalia (if I may still call you so) This day in which I write brings you your twenty-first birthday, and the end of the period of your probation. If you remember and still adhere to the words you said as we nttiwl oAvtsI y-h rriA a rlncrT'xt rf flAwnro lib e those I took from you as a remembrance, and which I have worn ever since close to the heart that beats now as fervently for you, and you only, as it did tnen, tnr je years ago. Harry." An address follows. The next mail bears with it Thalia's answer. What it is the reader may surmise. The weeks glide by, and at length, to Ida's delight, the day of the looked-for- ward-to garden fete dawns. Ida looks regally handsome. Thalia's quaint sim plicity of dress suits the girlish style well The afternoon is waning, and as yet no distinguished stranger has made his appearance. It is warm, and, a little tired by a game of lawn-tennis, Thalia strolls off to a rus tic seat. .Throwing aside her hat,she leans her head upon her hand, and for awhile lose3 herself in a happy day-dream. Sud denly a step approaches, and a well-remembered voice speaks her name. With startled eves. Thalia springs to her feet to find herself drawn to a warm ly-beating heart. Do you know me, Thalia?" Yes," she whispered: "it is my lOVer COme back tO me." He laughs a iovous laugh. " My constant darling!" he murmured. I A J .... . 1 1 . auu you sua are reaay ana wining 10 , leave you luxurious home and become a; pOOr man's Wife?" I I " We will not be poor. Harry, for we : shall be rich in love." I A look of almost adoring affection fills the young man's earnest eyes as thev rest upon the sweet, downcast face. "1 have something to tell yon, little A"IV-jT " ""'. v"usco -""S f bflaoT,a .ti,tDniii.r .0, rlpand and bring down great masses os went to Ireland expecting to find a ' the uel in oi? lumP3' Jh exPf.rf relative, old, poor and needy; I found fnts are said to have been hl2hIv satis an uncle, titled, and the sole representa-1 factory. tive of a rich and powerful family. His . The reign of Charles II. of England letter had been worded thus to try me. as a great era in science. Sir Isaac He was in need, he sa'd, of affection, j Newton discovered the wondrous law I found him waiting and longing to ex- that holds the suu and planets in their tend to me the father's love I had never orbits; Halley commenced his learned in known, and I stand here to-day as his 1 vestigation of tides, comets, and the heir, waiting to claim the wife who ! earth's magnetism; Boyle improved the loved me when poor and obscure, and ' air pump and studied by its aid the prop- who, I trust, will care for me just as- much in my changed circumstances." ; You are a lucky little thins !" Ida says, when the truth is made known to her, " and I think your case proves that after all it does pay to be constant and true. I And much to her WOrdlv mother's ' chagrin a year later, instead of waiting for the Often-talked of coronet. Ida ffives her handsome self, indifference and i listlessness left behind, to a poor young I bank clerk whose only claim to consider- j ation is an honest, loving heart. Killed His Child. That there may be a world of pathos in the apparently prosaic life of a police- J It is said that an electric hand lamp man is shown by the following incident, j has been invented, the illuminating prin related in the Chicago Herald: ciple of which is generated by some sim- "Did you ever shoot anv one?" The speaker was a visitor at the armory, and . the person addressed was a patrolman who looked up hurriedly and walked . away without an answer. "You see," i said another officer, in explanation, "he had an experience once that he does not j like to think or talk about. He used to walk in the Twelfth street district When it was called the terror district, and when ! they had the murder bell there. When- j ever mere was a shooting or Jailing in L i. XT 1 II ' nuau pi.iuvu tuc uut vvaa iuug, du aa iu notify all patrolmen that a crime had been committed, and make them more ' vigilant, if possible, in their search for I desperate characters. One dark, rainy j night this officer obtained permission from the roundsman to step over to his home, a few blocks away, to get his rub ber coat, and while he was in the house he looked into the room where his chil dren were sleeping. Wishing to have one revolver outside of his coat he took off his belt and laid the weapon on a bu reau. Just as he was about to strap it on he noticed that the hammer was down, and some way in trying to put it at half cock the thing was discharged. A little girl iumDed un from the bed with a red blotch upon her forehead, and crying, "UH. paDal" fell flat on her face. At i that instant the murder bell rung, its I tones coming into the little house, deep, sonorous and horrifying. This officer j thought it was lor him. hnt it was not. i of course. There had been a shooting i ax some points, me very water in tne court cryer A royal infant.- ZJto somewhere else, and the bell was ringing ' moat still sleeps in venerable stagnation. , for a tough and not for the heart-broken policeman. Well, that thing pretty near j drove him crazy. The little girl never spoke again, and she died inside of a week. Tne coroner exoner ated the father, but .he never exon erated himself. A few weeks after this he begged to be transferred from the terror district, away from the echo of the murder bell, and that's why he's up here. Ho has told me that he wouldn't live or walk a beat within sound of that bell if he knew he would be made general superintendent at the end of the month." Lost Hirers. One of the most singular features of i the Territory of Idaho is the occurrence of dark, rocky chasms, into which creeks ; and large streams suddenly disappear and are never more seen. The fissures are old lava channels produced by the out-: side of the mass cooling and forming a : tube, which, when the hery stream was exhausted, has been left empty, whilst the roof of the lava duct, having at some point fallen in, presents there the opening into which the river plunges and is lost. At one place along the bnake. one of these rivers aDDears !rushinsr from a cleft high up in basaltic walls where ! us Americans. It must be granted that it leaps a cataract into the torrent below, j the odor of antiquity in some of the by Where this stream has its origin, or at ! streets is slightly too strong for the most what point it is swallowed up is abso-! romantic. But one can pardon that and lutelv unknown, although it is believed even overlook the torture chamber, under that its sources are a long way up in the north country. Beside becoming the channels of streams, the lava conduits are frequently found impacted with the ice masses which never entirely melt." The Cook An Artist The chef of a leading hotel in New York lately admitted a reporter to his inner sanctum, and there confided to him the great secret of the cooking art. " Everything in its raw state," says the oracle, " has a distinctive taste, but the cook's art is to bring it to the surface so that it reaches the palate. The secret in our profession is to supply flavors where they are absent and to develop them when they are there, just as the painter makes his effect stand out from the can SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. A plan for lessening the violence of torms has been submitted to the French Academy of Sciences by M. Minard, who proposes to use a great number of light ning rods elevated on telegraph posts and connected with the iron tracks of railways. Mineral wool is used for packing to deaden the sound between floors in j buildings, and being incombustible it is aB nTA .c;i;a in hwUhcm tvi;. ! wnnl ia nhtninAd frnm th nlnor frrm vlaof anA ; -nmAnni K,r ' throwing a jet of steam against the stream 0i ; fl. rtm f,,, r, i JJApciimcuw uhc urcuuiauc m uuc ui the large collieries in England with corn- Pre9S,ea3 lime ior onnging aown coai irom ine ieQ&e3- , .are .u.oreu 1Dlu lu? v.em 01 -coai I? comPse.a June and rubbish and then water is erties of the atmosphere; Hobbes and Locke discoursed of the human mind, its laws and relations to matter. When pure platinum is as soft as silver, .4. i .1, J c ; 'j. :i i but bv the addition of iridium it becomes the hardest of metals. The great diffi- rnltv in manirmlatinfr nlatirmm ia ifa or. cessivfl reaistftnnfi tn hfiaf.. A tsmnfira. tere that will make steel run like water and melt down fir r.Uvhas Ahsnlntfilv no platinum wire not thicker than human hair into a blast furnace where ingots of steel are melting down all around it and the bit of wire will come out as absolute ly unchanged as if it had been in an ice- box a11 the thne pie chemicals that are redicuously cheap and easily manipulated. A little sliding drawer at the bottom of the lamp holds the electric spark in the solution, I while, by simple touching a button, a magnificent light is developed or ex- tinguished, as the case maybe. This' lamp does not specially differ in appear- : ance from the ordinary kerosene affair, and can be used in the same way, but with a complete absence of trouble, odor or danger. in Anti iwn smi TTn.i.oii 3 Why, I saw houses in Nuremburg that are not a day more than a hundred and Dty year3 was shocked by the Biui. oi a uun, at least, piate giass wmaows. mere is gas in JNuremDurg. Ihev have street cars there Some of the city wall has been torn down to let in more of the nineteenth century. But hardly a sight or sound within the circuit of Rothenburg breaks in upon your midiseval dream. The narrow, dingy streets are lighted so far as lighted at all by lanterns. These are hung on wires stretched across the street, and are drawn in by pulleys at one side to be re- pienisnea. btreet-rail or gas-lamp there are none. The tOAvn is hugged com- pletely around with turreted gates. And the towers, as they throw their arms ten derly about their charge, look buck to bid defiance to all modern institutions. A3 your omniDus rattles unaer tnree or fur successive arches into the silent sireeis, ine lingering ecnocs oi i our new era die away behind, and you drop four or five centuries from human history. You wander through the little city (of not more than 6,500 inhabitants) wherever your feet incline J A door ig 80metime3 a jar and an earth and pass hundreds of houses any one of , ke al U.-Lomu Courier. which, like a certain old domicile m i iV . , . - New London. Ct., or one in Medford, I In th.e Vdst of all the . excitement Mass.. would be the chief "lion" of an i concerning it, the north pole remains American town. Most of them were i perfectly cool. Blward. standing before the Pilgrim fathers left j Holland many of them before America ; was discovered. With their steep, tow ering, red-tiled roofs, their sculptured gateways and corner turrets for defense, and gloomy court-yards, they look down in lordly compassion on your freshness and your upstart nation beyond the sea. Hour after hour I roam the streets, look ing in vain for a modern house. Every street is paved throughout, with hot a sidewalk to be seen. The primitive sim plicity and naturalness, too, of the Roth enbergers, are charming. About every man you meet recognizes you as a strang er, and feeling that the town owes you a courtesy, touches his hat with a cordial ! smile. Not a bad example for some of the Rathhaus (of which the present gen eration is innocent) in consideration of all the wierd fascination of the quaint old town. Prof. C. B. Wilcox. A Rustic Rejoinder. "How in the world can you content yourself to live in this dead-and-alive place I" asked the city visitor of her country cousin. "I know I should die if I had to stay here." "Well," replied the rustic relative, "I suppose I should, too; but then the city i folks ain't here only a few weeks in the year, you know." In the United States there are in round numbers 120,000 miles of railroads, cost ing $6,000,000,000. MORE IN THE MAN THAN IN THE LAND. x knowed a man, which he lived in Jonas, Which Jones is a county of red hills and' stones, And he lived pretty mnch by gettin, of loans. And his mules were nuthin' but akin and bones And his hog was flat as his corn-bread pones, And he had 'bout a thousand acres of land. This man which his name it was also Jones He swore that he'd leave them old red hill and stones' Fur he couldn't make nuthin' but yeUerisa cotton. ' And little o' thot, and his fences was rotten, And what little corn he had, hit wa boughten, And danged if a livin' was in the land. And the longer he swore the madder he got, And he riz and he walked to the stable lot; And he hollared to Tom to come thar and hitch, For to emigrate somewhar whar land wa rich, And to quit raisin' cockburs, thistles and sich, a And a waistin' their time on the cussed land. So him and Tom they hitched up the mules, Percestin' that folks was mighty big fools That hid stay in Georgy their lifetime out, Just scratchin' a livin' when all of 'em ' ; Get P1 mought -' , aces in Texas, whar cotton would sprout 5y the time you could plant in the land. ! And he driv by a house whar a man named ! Jirown Was a livin' not far from the edge of town, And he bantered Brown for to buy his place, And said that bein' as money was skace, And bein' as sheriffs was hard o' face Two dollars and acre would git the land. They closed at a dollar and fifty cents, And Jones he bought him a wagin and tents, And loaded his corn and his wimmin and' truck, And moved to Texas, which it tuck His entire pile, with the best 'o luck, ! To git thar and git him a little land. j But Brown moved out on the old Jones farm, t And he rolled up his breeche3 and bared his I arm, And he picked all the rocks from offn the he root lt d . d 4 d m. . , u t Then he plowed his corn and his wheat In eland. Five years clid by. and Brown, one dav groun', j (Which he'd got so fat that he wouldn't weigh), ! Was a settin down sorter lazily i To the bulliest dinner you ever see. - ' When one o' the children jumped on his knee, And says: "Yan's Jones, which you . bought his land." ! And thar was Jones, standing out at the fence, And ne nadn't no wagin, nor mules nor tents, For he had left Texas afoot and cum To Georgy to see if he couldn't get sum Employment, and he was lookin' as humble asef He had never owned any laud. Bat Brown he axed him in, and he sot ' Him down to his vittles smokin' hot, And when he had filled hisself and the floor Brown looked at him sharp and rtz and swore That " whether men's land was rich or poor, Thar was more in the man than thar was in the land." ''-Sidney Lanier, in Southern Cultivator. HUMOR OF THE DAY. The butcher who trusts loses flesh. . Boston Post. The diver is the man who weights for the tide. Neva York Journal. :: Babies know nothing of politics, yet thev are fond of crow. Puck. "The work of reclaiming the Potomap flats is rapidly going on," so says an. exchange. . "This must be pleasant reading for Washington dudes. Burling ton Free Press? A boarding-house cook has been awarded $450 for the invention of a, new and improved chicken soup. ' Per haps the improvement consists of put ting in some chicken. Derrick. "At great heights, dogs lose theix power of barking." It is a fine scheme, then, to keep jour dog in the garret, or tie him up to the swaying limb, of a tall and lonely tree. Ilawkeye. A young gentleman wishes, to- know which is proper to say on leaving a young lady friend after a late call good night or good evening? Never tell a lie, young man ; say good morning. Burlington, Fret Press. SHS AND ME. She held him fast in her soft white arms . And kissed him warm with a yearning hug, For she was a girl of the upper ten, And he well, he was a dogoned pug. Merchant-Traveler. Maud "Isn't this a queer title for book, mother: Not Like Other Girls V I wonder what she can be if she is not. like other girls ?" Mother "I don't. know, unless she goes into the kitchen J and helps her mother instead of staying in tne parlor to read novels." Lfe. A horrible example: A Parisian doc tor precribed for a lady who had objec tions against growing stout: "Take ex ercise, my dear lady. Consider the tree of the field; they never take exercise, and as a consequence thev go on grow ing bigger and bigger every year." Bs I ton Journal.