The Cedarville Herald, Volume 11, Numbers 22-52

FAMILY CARES. tittle M »b*l Speak*. tit «ire» ar#qiilte as'manya* w « ki powerson toy town, iadirffcI hoveto*l*hthat thins* ” 7^mow ih»nt!P»We-down. WftjneyerI attempt toknit - nyllnda's airysacque, . »w a thatBertha'splayingon ’ jheparlorrailroadtrack. VtirAUco, who’s apreciouspet,' • piqe-eyedandsweetly lair, • %*K)irosesonher chinacheeks „ . > -iAedsunbeamsInherhair— •Copdgracious, she Is inthe rain, Uponthekitchenstoop," Asdjust as like as not to-night ' gjte'Usuiterwithtne croup!. <.» : AndthenI have acunningJap,‘ ’ - labrotdercfl (sownand shoon, « • •Withhalt-ploscd;dreamy, laughing eyes, Andlacejustlike the moon; Andnow, toshattermyrepose Ahdgiveiaynerves ashock, jjo’sclamberedto themantel piece Andperchedupon-theclock; . * • ' *VlwnArahol Isbright andclean—' ‘ . . Theprecfpuirittttc bud— . . Iflnd Lucretia Intheyard .. A sooklnglnthemud. „ a ,A«dWhen.Maud'shat.Isshining new • 1In ribbonand'iri rose', ' fwjB’Arabolla’sbuttonshoes• ' . s ', Peepout ton tiny toes. . . B ' *That'swhymylife 1$full of care Tfiatshouldi>6hrigl\t andgay, ' jSsvesomuchtoworryo’pr; I haven't time toplay. Butif I hada dozendolls, . ftlkoEvelynBartoo,. j cannot tell,yonwhat'lntha ' ; WideworldI’deverdo. ’ —Harper’sBazar;■ HETTY’S STORIES. pya;.Under the Tdndena” ,Be- ! comes Reality. ;fier -nn ''Father/’ -snid Hetty plumer,' ‘‘I wljh you- would-let me go into "the hetory." . ' t'iiStdthe factory?” said Mr. Plumer, pplnff life pen into the middle page1 , his account-hook, and staring up rlth eyes -of round, surprise. “Non* ens?, child,' nonsehser- \Vh*t_do you nni togo.into a factory for?” . The rosy * sunset was ‘gilding the. indent"roof-tree of Laurel Farm; the merrybabble of,the brook in, the ravine funded preternaturally loud in th stillness, and the grand blackbird, who alwayscame to Jhe milk->roomwindow* loieceiveMb vesper meal.from Hetty’s own plulnp fingors, was swinging idly to.jpnd fro on the branch of the apple-' tret, utWing afiutq-Ukp note how and lhon; 3ir, plumer sat by the kitchen bide, grim, bald-headed, worn toaskel­ eton byhard work; Hetty stood at thd oppfi&te casement, picking- over,*Jet- Wiiefc cherries for the tea-table, , a 2mpW, “faii^faceif girl, /with solemn Blue eyes and -brown hair .ourled in a knotatthe back of hCr head. ___ “ I should like- * little money of my 'wn,” said Ilotty, timidly. ■“Don’t I give you a dollar a wcok.as •. * as the "city,, boarders stay?” db- v y l Mr. Plumer; * Mslhut you put it all into the sav- 'ng»’ Wmk," complained, poor Ilotty,. •'did1paver have a penny of my own to pend.” ' . ■ : ” •‘All you’ need, all you need!”-saidthe 'trtnor, author}feativoly, and he.wont on withthose endless, accounts, until poor -feUyfftltna if all tbo WorliPmust bb eprtdmtcd by numbers. . , Mr, Plumer pwnbd the farm, Aunt Jemima managed' the '’household, <$nd ’ettywas at every one’s beck and call.. ihecityboatdCrs, to be 5aure, mhdo a .Itaunt change in hormonotonous life, ,uttheu-Bhe wu afraid of them, of all :«Sept Hugh Allaire, who holpod her withthosick chickens, pickedblackbcr* rie# with her of the dewyAugust morn* lag*, and told her how to rhanage^her mmlHas, pinks "and drooping begMfta hat* - Hehadcome down to Laurel Farm in i of ah invalid cousin, and Hetty ;nbegan to miSahim during his ocoa- -Otal absences, and to rejoice at his re* laming, in a, degree which was by no ” : m accounted for by the chickens, '•Hie.pinks; And, truly, Hugh Ai­ nas a frank, honest young fel- w, whowould fully, justify any girl's rUallty. ' foot Hetty! jShe felt that she was aslfcilydressed', and many a time ahe ■ ti capped behind the lilac hr jges to the contrast, as the -gayly-at* •citydtmsbls fluttered by, Jnlearch -ferns, fk upon- botanical expeditions -«*the cool woods.b- , **Aadyet,” said Betty to herself, “1 *d be as good*16oklng as any of i if Only I had their silks and. rib- Isad lace frlllsl” dadwhen. Farmer Plumer absolute* [mtoed.the factory question, Hetty's ikvemind tuFned in other directions. “MisaEdgott teaches in a Fifth aye* iscbooi,” she pondered, as, mentally, !summer boarders passed in review fforii her. “ They pay. her liberally, tple gay. Hut I couldn’t teach, I * not wise enough for thaL .Mrs. Joiay ft an artist, and paints pilntu** UtMoft ivory for fifty dollars each. I r* t paint, Miss Folllotfc writes for : Boston magazines, I Wonder it l sWwrite for the papers?” Bat Aunt Jemima threw cold water * thisscheme, ‘%rtf andnonsense!” said AuntJeihi- ^ whoWascutting uppigeons for a pie.: wolkshas to tie born with a talent for -Wort or thing,” Bat how do I know that 1 wasn’ t •with it?1?.,queried Hetty, persist* M* you’d have found it out be* *Msj”-said Aunt Jemima, paoklnf jH*Jrnst-lir.ed pan with the tender *** wings of'^feOMMdraininc a liberal shower of salt and pepper over, the layer thereby formed. And thus re* pulsed, Hetty carried her query toMiss Folllott herself. i » - ( Mary Folllott, who. made laborious translations for very little remunera* bicfjj,. smiled sadly qn the young as* pirant. .. “ You. might try,” said •she. “ The field la opeit to all. I would not.willing­ ly discourage anyOne, .althoughmy.own ekperlencq.has' boon trying," So Hetty sat down, and wrote a little story-r-a story t of- oolintry fields and sweet-smelling woods, with such simple element of love ab hor girlish export* once had thught her; and she read It to ■Hugh Allaire. “. ' “Do you think the Weekly Loader will publish it?” Said she. ' “Of courso it will,” said Hugh; And so she sent it in. . " . And, encouraged by Mr. .Allaire’s- oor*- dial interest, ahe.told bimlali her-hopoS andfears .withJhnocent opennoasf P■ “ Hot.fy/*Asaid he. ’lt ’a all nonsense, your, not looking as v»4l' a3:tho$e pufied and. painted city girls! YouVb a roso- in a gardenof poppies; a diamond in a heap of glass'stones. You are prettier, at this, moment, than any girl in the lot of ’e'in,” \ . . ' ' ■ . Hut Hetty, laughed and ’ shook' her- head.. • -• “I know better than that,” said she., “But if buna ‘Love Under tho Lindens’ is^ttecepted, I’ll have .a new bonnet of ^white, split straw, and real French roses- in it. ..And fAenyou shall see!" ' In”a wbek.or so, a check”'for a, liberal sumarrived, drawn to “Hester Plumer." ’‘There!” cried- triumphant, ilotty. “It must be a good story or it would'not- beaccopteA" * : ■ '"'Of course," said Hugh, -nodding ’ bis head. “ Didn’t Xtell you so?’" . X So Hetty wrote a second story and sent ifc/. and ,this, also, was liberally paid for.' Miss Folllott was a little sur prised at the brlUlant success o f-,thif entirely inexperienced debutante. Mr. Plumer stared. Aunt Jemima--washed she had thought of writing for tho papers before her knuckles bad grown-too stiff to hold a pen. " »’ „ But the venerable couple wero" 'still ore astonished; ‘one day,’ when Hugh Allair^. asked' pretty Hetty to mar'ry him. ■V ■" ' ( .“ Mo!” cried Hetty, turning-pink and white.” “ Are^ypu quite sure you don’t moan one of tho city gigls?” - v- . “ Yes, quite,” ■said Hugh. And ha seemed so certain about it thdt Hetty questioned the matter no-further, and confessed that she d«Miko him. “ just a little; -yoii knowj” The next day MiSs’Folfiott's sister ar- ribed from New York to spend, .a few days In the country.. Hetty herself con­ ducted her‘to her room and showed her tho delicious vfow across tho monritaiU oroats. " ,• '• “ So you’ve got the yhungEditor here,” said Miss Georgina Folllott. *‘’VVhat editor?'’ said lletty/ . “Of the Weokly Loader, you know," said Miss Gqorglna. “No,” saldHetty, her he$rt b%innlng to thump nervously at' the mero idea. ■ ;“ ‘Butyott have, though,!’ nodded the new-comer. “ L.aaw him smoking a pipe.under tho big qjhbstnut-troe, as they.carried my trunk upstairs.'" “ That was ,Mr. Allaire,’’ said Hefty, blushing very red iqdeed. . . i * ‘ •Woli.'-’ said' Miss'Georgina, adjusting her curls, ‘‘and that is tho editor of tho Wgokly Leaderl” . • ” Hetty stood still, in blank amaze­ ment.. -. • ‘ , “Didn’t you know it?” said Miss Fol* liotfc p ■ , “ I * It really true?” said Ilotty. . . “ Of course it is," saliLMiss Folliotb And Hetty ran away tp hide her burn* ing blushes in the cool.diftle de.ll be­ hind the house, where the' spring bub* bled up among the tall groon ferns. Thoife, . a little later, Hugh’ Allaire found her, 1 .» “Crying, Hetty?” ho said. “ My little love, what is tho matter?” “ You have deceived me,” said Hetty.. ' “Never!” said Hugh. ~ , “ You didn’t toll mo that you were the editor of—of—” faltered Hetty. "Yea neveraskedmo," retorted Hi%h. “ And fS was you who'sent mo the chocks for thosostories?” sobbed Hetty., “ Of courAe it was,,” said he! “ Why shouldn’ t 1?” ; . “ I’never' s,hould have bad courage to read them .to you if I bad thought you were an editor!” cried Hetty. “ I knew that,” said, Mr. Allaire. “ 1 kept the dreadful truth t<Kmyself. Do -you think, Hetty darling, it would be such a terrible thing to be an editor’s Wife?” „ * . ’ Hetty looked up, laughing through her tears. *’• “ I don’t know,” said she; “ but I think11shall try i t ” • Shewas marriedwhen October painted’ all the lekveS with scarlot/and “ Love Under the Lindens” becamo a reality in her own. bright life. Hut she doesn’t write tor tbo paperany more. 8ho says she hasn’t time.-—Amy Randolph, In N. Y. Hedgen . . —“Oh,- children! You are so noisy to* day. Can’t you be a little stiiler and better?” “Now, grandma, you, must bo a little considerate, and not scold us. You’ see, If it wasn’t for us you wouldn’t be a grandma at all.” ■*“•Fliegendo Blatter. ■ —A teacher iti New Jersey waS hear* Ing her class iii natural -history recite, and, calling up a bright-looking little girl, asked; “ What is a ruminating an- lmal?” ’ ‘One that ohaws her cubs," was the infiooent reply. TEMPERANCE NOTEa. BROTHER J OHN’S OPINIONS, JUovr On* lloiua Cam« N«»r Iialnx IMItht'- 1 •,ad bjr the “Social S1» h .*’ Brother John always had an Opinion upon oyery subject; nono of your small, wavering, halfrfpvmed. opinions, ^hut great, strong, well finished ones, deliv­ ered with a prompthess;and an empha- isis that was at times truly exasperating to a contrary-iplnded porson. I had opinions,-too, but years of eon Stunt association.with ‘John4had led mo to keep.mine pretty’:well* in the-baek* ground, lest they claah with his and re- ,suit in one'of those long, tiresome con* troversiea^ in which ,1 always.came out second best, thfcough«, sheer . lafrk of breath to kepp up the."argument.' John was a good man, though, as tho world vlpwa it, honest ant^uprigbt,vand a!waya- ready to jond a'tfiand’ tb a brother in die*' trqss;. he waa- poh'sciehtioua} too, an'd, looking from his standpoint he did •every th'ipgloxactly right- “ l - [ '..Brother John’s trail,^pretty Uttie. wLfa had-lived justlong eho'ughto strengthen his belief in .the .itrfailibility.of his own 'opinions and ideas:.%he had’-'yieljod and deferred to him in every thing/and had Jeft this world firmly,convinced that it contained but ono wise and'gobd mbnv and that one was John. « >Vltb hor last breath she had implored mo to stay and care for. her little Harry, then but two ‘years old; and I,».having. ilo ttos io keep ine ol«ewhere, had listened to the plead­ ing volco oitho dying mother^ and had ‘ promised to stay with her little ono. I t was an easy matter to learn to love the.pretty, wihsotoo child, and,-day by day. ho crept into my lonely, heart and grew-nearer and dearer, till it almost seemqd that God’s sunshine would lose, its-brightnesv-should any harm befall mybby. iHe was ». good ’■little' follow, and .seldomgayemo any’trouble; he was geptle gnd yielding, liko his mother. I used/,sometimes to be fearful, that be -was alindst too yielding, and. I usoj to, wonder how It would be when ho should grow up and go 'qut into the great "world; whether ho wouldhave enough strength of character to take him unscathed through all its shares andV.temptations. I -tried to make liis ifiind a perfect mir­ ror bf mV own; tried to impress upon him all my. convictions of right and wrong, and, abpve all ^things, to make him fear jmd loathe .the drink habit. ' Is endeavored . to moke ’him kjee that thoro was no safety ev.eh iii.tastihg liquor, and thpt the raandato, “ Lodk not upon the wine,” was as im­ perative in our day as it was centuries ago. Then it was that Brother John toften came, botyoen us with his opin­ ions.. John was what Is .known as a temperate man? Jhe never drank Him­ self, still it was his opinion.that A map eould jrink like a gentlpman,. and had a perfect right to d6 so If ho chose. • I was some years-older than John and I .could ronmmbor. in my eariy child-' hood.* the death o f a dearly loved uncle who died from the oftects of strong drink. ' Young, handsome and talented, ho was the-idol of his family; but ho,- too, believed that a .man cquld drink like agentleman.' It was .tho'same old* .story; oqly » social glass at first, but thus the appetite was born and nourish­ ed which finally became bis master and at last he died, a miserable drunkard," As a child? I ^vas old beyond .my years and 1have ofton.'thought that I suffered almost as keenly as did my mother, for I loveil this young uncle with, all tho devotion of my childish heart I used to attempt, to talk to johfl about. Uncle Dick, but ho always poohed at what bo called my “ foolish notions,” and .gavo olt as his opinion that Uncle Dick must0have' bben decidedly weak* minded.or lie would never havo allowed himself to become a drunkard, for mere- ,]y. because a man drank there was ho occasion for making a beast of himself. I cared but little howJohnexpressed hiinBolf before mo, but It hurt me when ,he ‘carelessly expressed such views be­ fore Harry; for, somehow, it so often happons when a boy is growing to man* hood, that ho. looks upon father as his ideal. Mother or auntie are privileged to guide tho faltering footsteps and listen to the little troubJes«tvkea-bo- ssr a child; but too often, as ho grows older, it dawns uppn his swiftly maturing mind that they are only women, afte/ all, and he is going to ho a man liko fatheF; and so it comes about that ho acts like .father, talks liko father and thinks like father. Once or twice I,re­ monstrated with John^about expressing BUch opinions 'before. Harry, but he proudly told' me'be guessed’ his.boy wasn’t a fool and that it was bis “ opin­ ion” that Harry was about old enough to look out for himself, " . Days and weeks passed on uhtll the winter my boy was eighteen, then it seemed to me that his character Was un­ dergoing a subtle change; he seemed to be losing something of his straightfor-' ward, man# ways and hadahabitwhich I scarcely liked, o f evading my ques* tibns about where be spent bis even­ ings, Ho bad a latch-key and 1 know that he often’came in quite lato at night, for, somehow, 1 never could go to sleep till I know my boy whs safe at home. I would have preferred to sit up and let him into the house, since it was Useless for me to attempt to slopp, but it was John’s opinion tlu \ the boy was old enough to take care of himself and be might just as well have a latch-koy and come In when he got ready. Some­ times when Harry came home 1 would hear him atop and fumble with the lock and often, when he .entered, his steps sounded faltering and uncertain, and the next morning I would notice' that he looked pale and haggard. How 1 aufiered those days! t was BIDDLE constantly haunted by the fear that the tempter was laylng his snares for my boy. but It was useless for me to talk to John about it, and so ,Y suffered alone; and Ob! the keenest agony the heart can hear is that- which it .must bear in silence. ,, , Oho night, I cannever forget i t it was dark and'windy, and the snow war stead­ ily falling, Edjwas strangely depressed that eveningr^feemed to have a pro-- sentiment of si,.ne threatening eyil. Wo had our ton at »'V and, as Harry was preparing to go down town-as usual, I said to himi" ;“ Harry, why don’t you stay with us this'evening, ft is so dark and stormy;” but he only laughed and sai.ibhe guessed-the storm wouldn't hurt him.any and hekwould cbmo home early.. I could not havp toldwhy I sodroadod to have him leave the house, bqt I al­ most shuddered as tho door closed bo* hind him. John seldom went;down, tojm' in’ the evening, and sp we sat together that nlght byatho warm fire, ho read- Ing pis paper/and-I keeping my hands busy at work; though my thoughts waro with<«ny boy.’' • - ’ ;s , „ ’. At ten o’clock John lighted, his lamp and went to. bed, remarking, as he left the room, that Ho believed I wasruining roj oyei: working so much by lamplight, So,knowing that it fretted him to have .tne sit uplate, I Wearily prepared for bed, although 1 felt sure-! should not sleep.r The snow'had fallen .to such a depth that it "muified tho sound of passing footsteps, and so 1 lay and listened for .the sound of Harry at the dodw Every, noise, seemed, unnaturally loud, and scores of times I lifted my head from the pillow quife- sure thsijt- he had some-,' What a noise the mieo mode in tho'g’ar- ret overhead, and how mournfully tho Old tree beside my window creaked and -groanod as the heayy gusts of wind, swayed it to ami fro. " IJo.w slowly tho hours dragged away. I heard the clock strike ’■eleven — twelve— one— two— three. What coilld bo tho matter! Har­ ry hadpromised to come home early and I had novor known him to stay out'so late beforp. ' I could endure itVio longer and I rose, dressed myself and’ wefht back to the sitting-room. I lifted' tho curtain and looked out; I could see by tbo light .of the street lamp that .it had stopped snowing, but what was that"dark object that lay across the walk?'' .Gould it bo a'human form partly covorod by, the drifted snow? I looked a moment longer; yes, I was certain that it was a person lying there and then, Oh! tho thought came’ to mo that it might be Harry. . ^ I hurriedly called John, telling hltn' that there was .a person lying out on our sidewalk, but I dared not tell him of the awful fear that had seized .mo. He was dressed in a moment and- when' He came he asked why 1 Had"hot called Harry: he looked surprised when I re- ^___ __ _ piled that Harry hfttl not eomo home ^ oitord tub« yet I saw.him glance quickly at tho clock and an. anxious- loolr came over his face when ho-saw that it was after throe, , . Wo hastened out .through .the deep snow; Johnreached the form just before I dfd, and-asrho lifted jt in his arms and the light from tho street-lamp-, flashed across the face, I heard him cry oat: “Ob, my God! it's Harry!” . . Yes, it was indeod Harry'who had fallen and^lain there, wo know not how long, d'liat ho .was intoxicated wo know at once, for the heavy'fumes of the liquor still clung to him. , Wo Carried tho unconscious form into the house, and I hastened, to ' a neigh­ bor's to arouse thorn and ask .them to •end their boy ,for a doctor; then I went back, and we did whAt wo could for tbo poor-boy before the doctor came. I shall never forget tbo look of .agony on John’s.face whilo we waited ,for tho doctor’s.arrival. ' Sotnehqw, as I looked „st him, I seemed to see tho bigotedroan,with alhhlswearisome opln- ions sinkinginto thoba^grouhd^andTInr bis place there stood the true fatheF with all a father’s love<,and terrible anxiety written\upon bis face. ■ When tho doctor came ho rejioved anxiety by telling us that the boy was not so badly frozen as1wo had foared, • bat he said: “ Had ho la!ja..Jt!m^.-cn‘JH' daylight the' consequences might havo been fatal,” ' r , Tho weeks passod in tedious recovery, And one day whon Harry remarked that he thought ho wak able to walk down­ town again his father told him that he would- like a few momenta’ talk with him; they whnt-together* into Harry’s room and tho-few moments lengthened Into an hour. 1 never knew what was said during that hour, but t atn sure there,were no angry words snjMqn/for when they,came out jthcre wava%ontlc, softened-expression on each’faco. 0Wcll* think .God,< my boy was .not past redemption, and that terrible night's experience washis salvation, for never since then has he drank one drop of liquor; .and, hs the years go by, he grows braver and stronger and- more manly. • AndJohnt Well, brother John still ha$his opinions, and in many respects they differ widely from mine, but upon the subject .Which is nearest to my heart, the Temperance subject, we are firmly united; for never since that fate­ ful night when our' toy came so near losing, his lifo within the very shadow Of his home has John had. aught but condemnation.for the social glass. Ohj how.many Johns1there are to-day who ate carelessly giving their sanction and approval to this death-dealing traffic that is'blighting the homes of our country, far and near? But wait; only wait until the curse tomes to their own door, and toon perchance they, too,1 will change tool? “opinion*.”— Nettie H. Pelham, In Union Signal, Photographer „ XENIA. OHIO. ' * Enlargingtpld pictures-a specialty. Artistic Crayons, tho new Opals and. Transparencies. First cldss work guaranteed. ' t • ’v C. C. HENRIE^ 1 \ ' — CONTBACTOU FOB— - ^j Tin.IrpnaudSlab - • SPODTINC#, A Y » G E N E t t A L J O B W O R K Castings, .furnished promptly fbr»' ail "kinds o f ,.'Stoves. Office over Hook’s Huy Goods Store, "Xenia, O. ‘ •AgeufforEnrekaFnr.na.ee, ~ a *’•- -V~: •’ « ---'I1.- G.L. PAINEj10.D.8. KBKRKKCVNOLDSyD.D.S HEVSOtDS, , DENTISTS! Xenia National Bank building, cor. Muin and Detroit Sts>» Xenia, O; VitaHzed AIr and Nitrous Oxldr 'Gas used for the PAINLESS extrac­ tion, o f teeth. . , ! CHARLES E. 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