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About The Lebanon express. (Lebanon, Linn County, Or.) 1887-1898 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 1, 1893)
LITTLE FEET. Patter, patter, tilt Jn rent. Making moloily ho tweet; ttuhlo we ttll love to hear, Gbirr.iliift to the Iwt'tifiui ttu Kdvor woary lit the tight Tireles in I ho nuutm of nlti ; Rout las little fwt at piny, PiUtev, putter ll t he day. Patter, pallor, Utile frwt, Ohtutlntt btitlrrllitWKn uat, O'er the fragrant luwn auil le, Busy tut tint lulling be; Diluting where the mm beam ftQ, RtiMtiuK quick at paint1 call; t Happy, sportive at your pty. Putter, patter ail the duy. Putter, patter, little itot, Monji Urn rw btfKimlnjr nwedt, ' Where the mbln eliws liitt lay And tin pmcloim children play Baromer Hk i tttmve Ui icIdw ftrlffht as Imby'it even below, Witwoiui Hitle fwt that Mrav, Patter, patter ail tlw day. Patter, patter, Hitle foot, BtrayliiR where Ute brooklet met, Flitting o'er the meadows fair, Seeking pleaiiure everywhere; Fondly anwrtiiE love's w)t 'U, Bringing hllsmif life to all Praciouk Hi lit tent at play, Patttir, jim tor all thn day. rtodor a C. Miller iu New York Weekly. TWICE TEN YEARS. I remember It ut well u it it were yes terday. The carriage sUioil at the door Hut to take me buck to nchool for the Hiring term. My mother gave me tatrameraljle inntrtu-tioim. smoothed my oullar and adjusted my cap on my head properly, then pure me a kiss and Mood looking wwtfully at me an I went down the walk and got into the carriage. A month or two later it was in Jane, I think after a hard struggle one after noon with aome fignree, all abont a ship and a cargo and the profit and all that, I went out to join the bora, When 1 reached the play gronnd they were gone, and there wati nothing for me to do bnt rail mywlf as bent 1 could. I strolled aronnd the liouw with my bands in my pocket (which my mother hud told me dutinotly 1 innnt not do), and suddenly nmem tiering hr inntnictions took them ont again; then, for want of better amusement, i began to whittle. Next to the school there was a pretty ottage seiaraud from the school house by a board fence. The two houses were sot 1IK) feet apart, and I could look right through under the trees, and there on the croquet ground stood a girl, a trifle younger than myself, looking straight at me. Now, when u hoy suddenly finds him self observed by a girl he feels very queer. 1 remember that very well. My hands went right into my ixkets, bnt remembering that was not the correct thing to do in the presence of a gir 1 took them directly out again. Then I ooncluded that it would lie a good way to show how little 1 was embarrassed by turning twice around on my heel, a movement on which I greatly prided myself. After that I don't remember now it was so long ago what new capers I cut. But one thing is very cer tain. I was soon hunting for something I pretended to have lost in the grass be side the fence, "If it's yonr knife you've lost," 1 heard a little voice say. "it isn't there. I picked np a knife there a week ago. bnt it was all rusty and no good." "Oh, never mind," 1 said, looking np fato two eyes away back in a sunbonuet, "it wasn't much of a knife auyway, and Pre got another." "Are you one of the boys at the onooir t "yea." "What reader are yon inr "The Fourth." "Do you study geography!" ', "Yes." "Whats the capital of the United States?" I scratched my head. "1 don't remember that," 1 admitted reluctantly. "I'm first rate on capitals, bnt I can't recollect that one." "Why didn't you go off with the boys?" "I was behind with my sums. 1 ex pect they've gone to the river. I like the woods pretty well, they're full of squirrels." "And snakes," she added. "I'm not afraid of snakes." "And lizards," "Nor liiards. I suppose you're afraid to go there." . "No, I'm not." "If you want to go there now, and are afraid, 1 don't mind going along, just to keep off snakes and things." She looked wistfully out at the wood. I can see her now leaning on her mallet, deliberating if such a process can be called deliberation where the conclusion la predetermined the straigli. lithe fig ore poiset between the mullet and one foot, one little leg crossed on the other peering out at Abe forest. Suddenly, Without any warning, she dropped the mallet and started for the wood. We were not long In crossing the field and were walking in the dense shade when she stopped, and looking at me with her expressive eyes said: "How still it is in here! It seems to me I can almost hear it be still." "Yes, it b pretty solemn," 1 replied. "Let's go on: the river winds around 4own there and we can see tha water go over the dam." I heard a distant voioe calling "Julia." It was very faint; she did not hear it; stood a moment hesitating. "Come, let's go," I said, starting forward. "Julia," 1 heard again, more faintly than before. I bnrried her on, fearing she would hear the voice and turn back. Presently we emerged f -:m the wood and stood by the river. I as familiar with the ground, and lednr little friend directly to the dam. "Host of the boys are slr.dd to walk out on that dam," 1 said. "rd be afraid." "Bnt yon're only a girl; a boy ought n't to be arraid." With that 1 started boldly ont, occasionally standing on one foot and performing sundry antics to show what a brave boy I was. Then I eame part way back and called to her to Dome. "Oh, no," she said; "I'm afraid." "Afraidl You little goose! with me to hold on tor Betwixt her feaT and a disposition pliable to a boy older and stronger than herself, it was not long before I was leading her out on the dam. "Don't you see it's nothing?" I said. She shrank back as I led her along. 1 determined that she should go to a point where the water poured over a portion of the dam lower than the rest. I turned my hack to step up on the post It was bnt a moment. I heard a cry, and saw Julia in the flood. The expression that was in her eyes is to this day stamped clearly on my memory an expression of mingled reproach and forgiveness. 1 oonld scarcely swim a dozen strokes, bnt not a second had elapsed before 1 was in the flood. I swam and struggled and buffeted to reach her: all in vain. An eddy whirled me in a different direction. My strength was soon exhausted. I was borne down the river, siuking and rising, till I came to a place where I caught a gjyiipse as I came to the surface of a mUh running along some planks extending into the river and raised above the water on posts. My feet became entangled in weeds. 1 sank. 1 beard a great roaring in my ears, then oblivion. When I came to I was lying on my back. I remember the first thing I saw was a light cloud sailing over the clear blue. There was an air of quiet and peace in it that contrasted with my own sensations. Then I saw a man on his knees beside something he was rubbing. 1 tnmed my bead aside and saw it was a little figure a girl, Julia Bhe was cold and stark. My agony wus fur greater than when 1 had plunged after her into the stream. Then 1 hoped and believed that if she were drowned 1 wonld be also. Now I saw her beside me lifeless, and 1 lived. Then some men caine. and the man who was rubbing Julia said to them, "Take core of the boy; the girl is too far gone." They took me np and carried me away and laid me for awhile on a bed in a strange house. Theo 1 was driven to the school. The next duy my father came and took me home. I was ill after that, too ill to ask about J ulia, but when 1 re covered what a load was taken from my mind to know that by dint of rubbing and rolling and a stimulant she had been brought to sud had recovered. 1 also learned that the man who cared for us had seen Julia full and had rescued her. When 1 saw him running along the planks it was to his boat chained to the end. That summer my father removed with his family to the Pacific coast He was obliged to wait ome time for my recov ery, but at last 1 was able to travel, and left without again seeing the little girl whom 1 had led into danger. 1 only beard that I had been blamed by every ne. Ten years passed, during which I was constantly haunted by one idea: that was to go back to New England, find Julia and implore her forgiveness. The years that I must be a boy and depend ent seemed interminable. At last 1 came of age and received a small fortune that had fallen to me, and as soon as the papers in the case were duly signed and sealed 1 started east. It wus just about the same time of the yeur and the same hour of the afternoon as when 1 first suw Julia that I walked into the old school grounds. I had fully intended to go in next door and call for her, but my courage failed me. I hud heard nothing of her for years. Was she dead? Was she living? Was she iu her old home, or far away? These thoughts chased each other through my mind and I dreaded to kuow. 1 was standing at the school entrance with tny hand on the bell when I heard a door in the next house open and theo shut From that moment 1 could feel that Julia was near me. She came out of the house a slender, graceful girl of nineteen, and pinking up a croquet mal let commenced to knock the balls about 1 wanted to make myself known, but dreaded the horror with which sho would regard me when she should know who 1 was. "I beg pardon," I said, raising my but, "can you tell me if the school is still there?' pointing to the house. "It was moved some years ago," she replied, regarding me with the old hon est gaze. "1 was one of the scholars." "Indeed!" She spoke without any further encouragement for tne to go on. "I see the wood bus not been cut away," 1 added, glancing toward it "No, It does not seem to be." " Were you ever there'r" "Oh, yes, often." "And is that old dam still across the river?" "I believe It is." "Were yon ever on the dam?" She looked ut me curiously. 1 went os without waiting for n reply: "Would yon inind showing mo the way to it? It is a long while sinco 1 wus there." Bhe drew herself np with a slight hauteur. Then thinking that perhaps 1 wus unaccustomed to the conventional ways of civilized life, she said pleas antly: "Yon have only to walk through the wood straight back of the house and you will come to it." "Than you." I replied, "bat I hoped you would show me the way." She looked puzzled. "Miss Julia," 1 said, altering my tone, "I once met you when 1 was a boy here at school." "1 knew a number of the scholars," she said, more interested; "who may yon her I dreaded to tell her. "If yon will pilot metolhedam." I ssid. "I will in form you." Bhe thought a moment, then turned and looked out at the wood. With the qnick motion with which she had made the same move as a child she started for ward. We walked side by side to the wood. through It and ont on the river bank. There was the water and the dam; everything as it had been. "Did you ever try to walk out there!" I asked, "Once, when I was a chiM, I came here with a boy, and we walked to where the water pours over. I met with an accident 1 fell in." "The boy overpersuaded yon, 1 sup pose?" It was difficult forme to conceal a cer tain tiepidation at the mention of my fault. "No, I went of my own accord." "He certainly mnst have been to blama, He was older and stronger than you." "On the contrary," she said, with a slight rising irritation, "he jumped after me like the noble little fellow that he was." 1 turned away on pretense of examin ing a boat down the river. "At any rate be must have begged yonr forgiveness on his bended knees for permitting you to go into such a danger." "1 never saw him again. Ho went away." I fancied at least I hoped I conld detect a tinge of sadness iu her voice. "1 have often wished." shewent on, "that he would come back, as the other scholars sometimes do, as you are now, and let me tell him how much I thank biin for his noble effort." "Julia," I said, suddenly turning and facing her, "tins is ton much. I am that boy. 1 led you into the wood. I forced yon to go ont on the dam with me. I permitted you to fall in." "And more than atoned for all by risk ing your life to save me!" Ah. that look of surprised delight which accompanied her words! It was worth nil my past years of suffering, of fancied blame: for iu it I read how dearly she held the memory of the boy who had at least shared the danger for which be was responsible. 1 do not remember if she grouped my hand or 1 grasped hers. At any rate we stood hand iu hand looking into each other's faces. 1 blessed the Providence that ended my punishment; I blessed the good for tune that had led me to a knowledge of the kindly heart beside me. Of all the moments of my life 1 still count it far the happiest. Then we walked buck through the woods, over the intervening field, and stood together leaning against the fence between the old school and her home. . We did not part after that for another ten years. Then she left me to go whence 1 can never recall her. Yet there is a trysting place in the woods, through which we once passed as chil dren, and often aTterwurd as lovers. There I watch the flecked sunlight uud murk the silence; and it seems to me that I can "hear it be mill." Morethan that, 1 know the pure soul looks at me through the honest eyes. F. A. MitcheL A I'u.ltlve Hint. A man can be more politely insulted in Paris than in any city in the world. A gentleman who undertook to speak in public there expressed himself in such a low toue of voice that the audience wero unable to hear him. He wus lecturing up a geographical subject, and copies of a map about three feet square hail been generally distributed. Presently one of the audience rolled up his map in the form of a very long attenuated lamplighter, inserted the small end in his ear and turned the other end toward the speaker. It was a rather ludicrous performance, but not a laugh wus heard among the polite assemblage. In two minutes, however, every mup in the audience wus turned into an ear trumpet, and the speaker saw himself confronted with a sort of mammoth porcupine, whose nearest quills almost touched him. He ut once spoke louder. Exchunge. A Conscientious Oyitermau, Tourist I have always understood that oysters uro not good in months without unr. Oystermun Well, most gen'rally they ain't. Tourist When do you login gather ing them? Oystermun In Orgust. Good News, I Phey Retain Third Century Ctitttomt anil Ifttvu Mont KeDiurkuhle UcIIck. Abyssinia Is a country of queer customs, and aslrangely interesting land. The pro pi o are, for the most pnrt, dirty and im moral, inferior in many respects to the Knflirtt of South Africa, but they an' Chris tians and have retained in its ancieu slm plicity the religion that was taught them Id tlie third century. MONASTRRT OF DEMI A BI7.EH. Among Ahymintans the man who kills a Hon is a popular hero and ta awarded the proud privilege of wearing about hit head the mano of the beast he haa Hiuughtered, a privilege that is prized as highly utt knight hood among Europeans and makt its pon Btfsor a man of mark to the end of his life. Some interenting, rare and exceedingly valuable relief, they are possessed of, too, or think they are. Here is an aenount of a visit to the monastery of Hizen by J. Theo dore Bent, who recently returned from Abyssinia: We started off at break of day to visit the monks. It took us three houm to reach the summit, where the monastery of Debra Bizen, or "the Church of the Vision," is placed, and truly the name has been well bestowed, for no more lovely vinion could be imagined than the one which lay before us. We could easily see Massowah and the Red sea coast line, and the folds of rich blue mountains to the right and left of us as we stood on the pinuacle of the Bacred mountain were glorious to behold. My wife and I reached the holy precincts on observed. We were seekiug out for our selves a spot where we could repose when down came the monks, mute with horror at a woman having approuuhud so near, In vain we expostulated and pleaded fatigue; In vain we said we were English and de termined to bold our ground. The monks Bat around weeping and exclaiming, "Bet ter for us to die t han to permit a woman to stay here," Seeing their genuine distress, my wife permitted her objectionable and weary person to be removed about a quarter of a mile away. The church is round and built of wood. It has inside two corridors around it where the vulgar may penetrate, but iu the square holy of holies not even the king may enter. The mysterious relics kept by the Abyssin ians in th?se innermost recesses claim ex ceedingly bold origins. In one plaeethey profess to have the original ark of the covenant, in another a bag full of wind blown by the Holy fjhost on the day of Pentecost. At Debra Bizen our interpre ter told me they kept the picture of the madonna which .Menelek, the son of Solo mon by the queen of Sheba, brought back with him from J rusalam. The life of a monk at IVbra Bizen must be enjoyable enough. He wanders alwut all day long in his white flowing robe and yellow cap, enjoying air of the most perfect freshness. He has his little stone cell or wooden but beneath the sluidow of thy rock. He has his refectory, where he meets bis fellows twice a day at mealtimesthat is to say, when there is no fast on, and fasts In the AbyMsiniau calendar are many and rigorous. On festival days he is very busy chanting and dancing in the cUtirch. He never marries. He knows nothing of tlie world or its vices. His existence is a nega tive one he does neither harm nor good to his fellow creatures. The Figure "4" in tiruvy' Life. The iiure "4" was curiously associ ated with the life of the- late French president. M. (irevy died after four days' illness, four years after his re moval from the presidency, at the ago of eighty-four. He lived under four sov ereigns in the earlier part of his life. Then came the revolution of 1848, and four govern tneiits then succeeded each other before bo -was elected president. Lastly, he died under the fourth presi dent of the present republic. M. (irevy, when in practice at the bar. received thn largest fee ever paid counsel during this century, lie held the lucky brief for his friend, M. Dreyfus, iu the great guano lawsuit, and wad paid altogether 40,000. Not even the aggregato fees paid Sir John Duke Coleridge (now Lord (Soleridge) in the Tichborne trial ap proached this splendid fee. -London Tit Bits. - Enlflrprittlny Advertising. A firm on Fourteenth street, in the busiest shopping neighborhood, has in troduced a novel advertisement. A. painted theatrical ocean is constructed on the roof of one house, while the roof of the adjoining bmldiug, being u 1 i tt It higher, serves agpthe shore. (In this shore a man attired us the lone shi;r- man gits and industriously goes through the pantomime of fishing. Nov and then he works tlie Hues of it miniature sailboat, causing the latter to skim the mimic sea. All of this attracts the at tention of thousands of people on the opposite walk. For fear, however, that gome might go by without seeing it, a hired confederate of tlie lone fisherman saunters along tlie walk and gazes up ward. It is human nature to stop aud look at anything anybody else is looking at Ui'sult, crowds of curious gazers. New York Herald. A Ouud Example, Mrs. Goodwin You shouldn't, eat so many peanuts, Johnny. You'll be hav ing dyspepsia. . Johnny Do tha policemen have dys pepsia, uioiiiiua? Life. ABYSSINIAN MONKS. 9 'Jov . s A Turtle's Nftit. In the town of Pat ton, u place .distant from tidewater over ninety miles, there is a great curiosity, known as the "tur tle's nest." For fifty-two years a turtle has come annually to tlie nest to deposit her eggs. Over half a century ago she selected her nest, then in au open field, but now in a yard in front of a resi dence. A relative of the owner of the bouse branded the date 1841 upon the turtle's back, and it can be plainly traced now. She comes about the same date each year, and her first few days are passed in inspecting the ancient est, the yard and surroundings. Later she digs a hole in the ground and there deposit her eggs. This year she left forty-two eggs, but as many were carried away and the others often disturbed, Only about a doxen of the eggs hatched out. The owner of the house has ten of the little tnrtles. none more than twice the size of a postage stamp. Tlie old turtle always departs after laying the eggs; the warm sand and sun serve as an incubator. This turtle has been seen at the Drew Dead Water on the Mattawamkeag river, fully fifty miles away from the nest. Her weight varies from thirty to thirty-live pounds, ami it is said she was aa large when branded as she is now. Each J uue she comes to Patten, and is always welcomed by old and young. Bangor (Me.) Letter. Uats Off III the Synagogue. The vexed question of "hats on" or "hate off' during public worship was settled at the annual meeting of the Aushe Chesed congregation, at the tem ple on Scoville avenue. The old "Jewish custom of the male members of the con gregation wearing their hats during public worship has always been in vogue in this congregation. A number of the younger and more progressive nietnlwrs have objected to the custom, and it has caused more or less discussion for several yearn. The oljler members held tena ciously to their hats, and the younger ones bided their time until they should have a sufficient majority converted to their views to change the custom. The matter was brought up at the an nual meeting, which was very largely attended. The hat question was dis cussed at great length, and several very , warm speeches were made on both sides. It was finally put to a vote, and the members who are opposed to wearing hats were victorious by a decided ma jority, The decision was that hereafter the congregation shall worship with hats off, but those who desire to retain their head covering will be permitted to do so. Cleveland Leader and Herald. Walking Bavlt Ut the lllg City. Wrecks of the early winter theatrical seasiin are already seen in New York managers whose ventures have failed after a few nights out of town, tired looking actors who seem to have walked home, and bedraggled looking women, whose faces tell plainly of their disap pointments. It is the old story of poor plays, poor houses aud the, refusal of the ghost to do his weekly little pedestrian act. And yet in the main the theatrical outlook is very good, for with big crops comes plenty of money and an army of people to "be amused. But it is the sur vival of the fittest The por plays are not patronized, and the managers of many come to grief. There are many familiar faoes ou the Ptialto today, men and women who started off n month ago filled with hope. 8omeof them will be glad to shovel snow for a living be fore spring. Foster Coutes iu Mai) and Express. A Hud Place fur Wreeka. When a vessel sinks in the channel through Lake George flats, near Sault St. Marie, there is plenty of trouble. Tlie value of the vessels delayed by a wreck there recently is estimated at $14,000,000. and that of their cargoes at $4,000,000. At one tiuie seventy lake steam vessels were anchorni on the east . side of the blockade and sixty on the west side, and a new channel had to he cut through the flats to allow them to continue their ways. Four dredges worked day and night to make a channel TOO feet in length, 00 in width aud 50 in depth. It is said that the only way to prevent accidents like that which caused the wreck is to limit the speed of vessels in the channel. There was the same trouble at the St. Clair flats until men were stationed at the ends of the chan nel to time the vessels. New York Suit A Wonderful llndHrgruiind Lake. An underground luke has been dis covered three miles from Genesse, Ida. It was found hy a well digger. At a iieptn or sixteen reet clear, pure take Liter ran out over the surface for a a, then Bottled back to the earth's 1. The most curious part of it is that fish were brought to the surface on the overflow. They have a peculiar np pea ran eu and are sightlesss, indicating that they are nudei-grounl fish. TU spring has attracted much attention, and many furnters in the viiity fear that their farms will drop iuto the lake, Boise (Ida.) Statesman. Bobbed WJille Aftteep. A queer cae was tried in the circuit court of Louisville Friday. The defend ant was a man who was captured in the act of committing' burglary. Th de fense set up the plea that tlie defendant was a somnambulist and was asleep at the time he committed the deed and was, therefore, unconscious of wrong doing. The jury believed and acquitted ; the man. Philadelphia Ledger,