The Cedarville Herald, Volume 12, Numbers 1-26

The Cedarville Herald, W. H.- BLAIR. BuNlteW. OEDAUVILLE, t i ! ' OHIO. m»<nnl,«»*— W * — ^ “ NCVir 1 LAV ME." This graphic poemwas conlpoflod bjra young Blonder woman, under the stars, amWthe wild Kooky Mountains, beside the flickering mid- alghtcamp-Ure: ■ Sear the camp-fire’s flickering light, Jtnmy blanket bed I lie, Qaxing through thp shades of night Up to twtnkllng stars on high; v <y«rmo'spirits In the air . Allent vigilsyeemto keep. * A s I broathomy childhood’s prajeri «Wowf jay me down to sleep.” Sadlysings the.wblp-poor.wlil In the boughs of yonder tree, &aughiogiy the dancing rill Swells themidnight melody, gtoemenmay be lurkingnear In the canyon dark and deep, Lew 1breathe that nonemay hears' .“I pray the Lordmy aonl to keep.” , 'Mid the stars one face 1see. One the angels bore away— Mother, whoin infancy Taught my babyUps to pray; . . Her sweet spirit hoTcra near, in this lonelymountain brake; - Take mo to her, Father dear, “If I dle beforeI wake." Fainter grows the flickering light* As eachember slowly dies; : Plaintively the birds uf night pill the air with saddening cries; Over me they seemto cry: •“Youmay never more awake,” Low I lisp: "If I should die. I pray the Lordmysoul to take.” 1 , —Woman's Journal, AV EN I d a T .AST ; Or, a World-Wide Chase. A STORY OF RETRIBUTION. B Y “ WABASH .” ICOITRICMT, 186ft] CHAPTER VL—COKUHfJSD. The visitor was a man weighing some* thing: in the neighborhood of two hun­ dred pounda, and had a face as round and as red as tho setting sun on a winter's day. Stop by step he had risen from the lowost ranks, until he had finally attained the mighty distinc­ tion of being a millionaire, said millions having boon acquired by tbe practical application of the sclenoe of turning tallow into soap. .In bis early days.he had known Mr, Wiloox intimately, and the acquaintance had rocontly boon renewed with pleas­ ure on both tides. Consequently Mrs. Dolaro and her daughter felt it incum­ bent upon them to entertain the gentle­ man when he called. Since convening his soap-boiling busi­ ness into n stock company and then sail­ ing out his Interest a t an enormous profit, Mr, Blodger had found a great deal of tlmo on his hands, tils wifo had long since passed to the "hotter land,” and as ho had no relatives to hamper him he dovotod his time,pretty much to his own company and that of hla fifteen year old boy, who was, a t least physical­ ly, following In his father's footsteps— bidding fair to outrival tho celebrity of tbe Fat Boy In Pickwick. Tho older Blodger had, like many of his ilk, in theso his lator days .of wealth and leisure, turned hla attention to books and study in the fond bopo that ho might pass for an educated man in that society toward which his inclina­ tions aiid ambition now led him. The result was that smattering of superficial knowledge which is so exceedingly dan­ gerous; for in his unguided search in tho higher realms of knowledge Stephen Blodger had not doomed i t necessary to Improve his grammar, and as a conse­ quence his conversation oft-times em* "MS. warauar auMbuot, at took mfjiv - tCK. LADUM.” bodied a atraage conglomeration of the •lassie sciences and fine arts, dished up la miserably bad English. Recently this geniuft had developed into a poet And he was never seen out without bis scrap book under his arm, la whioh he bad pasted his own efforts, written oa foolscap in a large, round hand, together with numerous choice Pieces which he had clipped a t odd times from the oolnmns of the Sunday pepwa. As thla worthy individual ca­ tered tee parlor ha hewed low and said with a broad smile, precisely as ArmIda had mimicked him a moment before: “flood morning ladles; Mr. Stephen Blodger at your Aervloe.” The two ladlo* returned the greeting and the usual every day question* re- g.inlj!« 4 health and the weather having Mr. Blodger drew from the etda pooket of a-lead-patterned toartst jacket which he wore, ■ a tablet, and laid: "Ladies, I have been sitting In quiet seolusion upon thessnda shadowed by a la rgo . sun umbrella and my thoughts.. As my eyes wandered across the broad expanse of ocean, the muse took postetston of my soul and I was at .once inspired to write an ode to the Ate Untie. Hero Is^the first stanza in its unfinished state: 'Atlantia, broad and'vast expanse Ofseething, boiling foam—” Here Armida interrupted tho reader^ saying: "You .will pardon me, I know, Mr. Blodger, because you have come here to court criticism, but do you not think t h a t ‘Seething, boiling foam' re­ mindsone rather unpleasantly of a soap boiling process?", " T h a t may.be. buti wo can modify word painting, Mlaa Armida, This Is only in tho rough.” Then he continued; “ Uponwhose bosomwhite-wlngod skips, By day and night doroam." “There," said Mr. Blodger, as he com­ pleted tho first. stanzA, “I think that will work up lhto something very neat, hot to say beautiful.” ••Very,” said Armida and her mother In unison; but whether they were in earnest, or not would have been difficult to determine from the manner in whloh they gave their assent. “You did not know that I am also a poet, did you?” said Armida to Mr. Blodger. "Indeed'T did n o t But I am really not surprised that we oan add poetry to your many accomplishments,” ho gal­ lantly, if awkwardly, responded. “Well, I can not exactly bo called a poet,” was the reply,- "but I occasion­ ally indulge in clothing my thoughts in rhyme. Sometimes I really do feol sen­ timentally poetical, and again at other times I am afraid my crude olTorta are the result of Indigestion or something equally unpleasant. However, I write my versei and leave my’frionds to judge of the propolling power.” Armida passed into tho adjoining room and soon returned with a scrap of paper on which wero penciled a few lines. "Hero,” said she, "is something I jot­ ted down last night after you le ft Shall I read it to you?” And. somehow there was a merry twinkle in the girl's eye, which passed unnoticed, however, :by the sedato Blodger. "1 shall bo delighted to hear you do so,” was Mr. Blodgor'a response. So in a dear, sweet voice, in whioh tho slight­ ly mocking tones could only have been discerned by far sharper oars’ than ’ Blodger possessed, Armida read, as fol­ lows: 1have lovers andbeaux halt a Coxaa,' Who pester raoday byday— Not to mention a gay, handsomeeousln, Who Is always, alaok Iin myway, , But they boro me ho much with their chatter . Andworryme half to death, TUlit’areally a wonderful matter„ Xpoosdss o’en one spasmof breath, For, you know, your young, highly-dressed * dandy Is not my Ideal of nman (AlthoughI confess ho ootaos handy When wowish some amusement to plan) t /fancy a man who Is portly. Whom*hair ha* a tinge of gray, Whomakes hla bowslowly and courtly, * Gives his armwith “Allowme, I pray.” I man who can navsr be twitted With being too fresh or too green: Aman whoneed hardly bo pitied For fowncss of years ho baaaeon; Aman whocan loro like • father . As well as n heart-broken swain, With experience that tcllslilm ’tls rather \ Unwise to "stay outin the rain.” / When tho soft light of evsntag Is fading And hushed is tho noisy earth. When darlmosa old ocean la shading And fled are tho voices ofmirth; . Whentho stilled hum of nature is soothing myeaw. Andnaught through the alienee sounds I long tor my lover of fiftyyears, WUhhla aolld two hundred pounds. Dqrlng tho reading Mr. ’Blodger eat enraptured, and ns sho finished ho mur­ mured: "Boo-autiful." Tbon, continuing In a louder koyt "Why don't you send that to Harpers', Miss Dolaro; thoy would jump at tho chance to publish it. The soDtlmont is admirable and magnificent­ ly expressed." "Ob, I'm not a t all anxious to rush Into print,” was tho reply. “On the contrary, you ought to be de­ lighted to giro .such -literary treasures to tho world," responded tho old wid­ ower, who secrotly felt that Armida had taken s graceful way of paying him a compliment, nover dreaming that he was the butt of a joke in rhyme. "The world would be all the better oft if hot oppressed with such effusions,” she quietly replied. During this time Mrs. Dolaro bad re­ mained in passive slienoe, but she now apokoupquietly and asked: "Doyou ever have your poems published, Mr. Blod­ ger?” "Well, I have sent many in for con­ sideration, but 1 tear that they do not get the Attention whloh they merit and are cast aside," he answered. "That Appears strange. Surely your name in itself should command a fair and Impartial examination 6f your lit­ erary work?" "Yes, that may be; but you see, mum (Mr. Blodger was lapsing into the soap business again). I'm only known as a soap boiler, and editors have so use for such as wo. Wo may, anddo; have mat­ ter to send in which possesses merit, but no money can make those InV-silng- ers print it with a name like Blodger at Hie foot." ‘•That is a pity. 1 foar the reading public in that way is the loser of some rare goms,"said Mrs, Delate, "True enough, hu t there1Is no help for it,” sadly replied tho poet. Then ho continued: "Some day I- will publish my eoileotien a t my own expense, and •Ogive it to the world." With these word* be pteked up hie hat and hade the ladies A- courteous adieu. As soon as he had departed Armida hurst Into a fit of Immoderate laughter. "His earnestness Is too much for me; I oan: not help laughing. Pardon me, mamma," she said .' - Mr, Blodger had not been gono very long whon the bell-boy again came to tho door and banded in a telegram for. Mrs. Dolaro. She opened it eagerly and, os she read the contents, sho sighed almost noiselessly. "What is it, mamma?” anxiously asked Armida. " It is from Mr. Wilcox, my dear. Ho and Percy will he hero in two days, and we go to New York.” But abe made no allusion to the fact that they bad been .lead oil on “a false clew, and for tho fiftieth time bad scat­ tered her gathering hopes. CHAPTER VII. Another fruitless soarch. Days of anxiety passed only to. prove in the end that the new clew was a false one. The amateur detectives had been to NewL Orleans, had watched for several days a man with an iron-gray mustache and heard resembling Velasquez whom they found in that city. From Now Orleans thoy had followed him to Cuba only to discover that he was an innooont Cuban who had been out on a protracted spree. 'I t was ono more added to tho many disappointments they had already ox- THEY SAT WATCHING TJ 1 E COUrLKSASSEM­ BLE IN THE BALL-ROOM. poricnoed; so with sad hearts thoy loft tho Croscont city and returned to join Mrs, Dolaro and her daughter at Long Branch. Their presence was nover more wol-. come, for the widow was secretly long­ ing for a change of scono, while Armida had openly oppressed the snnto desire. It was uhout an hour after dinner of the day on which they roturnod. Mr. Wilcox was up-in the parlor relating liia useloss.adventures and fruitloss chase after the innocent Cuban to Mrs. Dolaro, »nd Armida was keeping Percy Level company whilo ho smoknd a cigar on tho piazza, Tho two last named sat near to an open window of tho ball­ room. and, ns thoy talked, watched tho couples who Wero already assembling to teko part in tho German tliat ovoning. During tho interval whioh had •lapsed sinco t’orcy mot Mr. Wilcox in San Francisco tbo Englishman had grown quite stout and’ had very much Improved his nppoaranco l>y cultivating • beard. As ho sat near to tho lovely girl to­ night no ono would havo remarked that thoro was a great disparity of ago be­ tween them—that is to say tho fact- would not have struck a casual observer very forcibly. ’ Percy had grown into a handsome, broad-chested man, and possessed a healthy appcaranco which denoted that he had forsaken most of the foolish ways of bis youth and was living as m reasonable-minded man should d a Ho was a pleasant and fluent conversation­ alist, though he never unpleasantly ob­ truded his opinions. Ho conducted himself with that oangfroid for which most Englishmen are, for some reason or other, said to be celebrated. If ho had any sorrows ho nover ex­ pressed them. Armida had. tried once or twice to got tho affable "secretary” to give her an account of somo of his early history, but she soon discovered her questions pained him and now foroboro to touch upon tbe subject Between Armida and Percy a bond of friendship seemed to have been formed, which; although the expression may be considered stereotyped, is best de­ scribed as that of an older brother to A sister. They bad long called each other by their first names and had both drifted Into the habit quite unconsciously and in an unnoticeable, Innocent manner. Percy had just finished his cigar and they had each risen to promenade a little while before joining the older people, Just as they moved away Armida laid her hand on Percy’s arm and said: “Do you see tha t elderly gentleman stand­ ing near tho musicians?” "The tall one with the dark heard?” asked Percy.' "Yds, that Is.the man 1 mean." “Why?" said Percy. "Do you know him?" "I wnA introduced to him the other evening And he has pestered me with attentions ovcrslnoe. Hocame hore-first the day after you left for NowOrleans." "Is there any thing very Unpleasant about his attentions?'’ was Percy's next qtAttion. "Decidedly so. He (a A man toWAtd whom I formed ndislike at first sight, and besides, he dyes his beard. Some­ how I nover Aould like a man whoa* beardwasblack all *v*r except at the rhote.” "You must ho of an mltra-observlng nature,” remarked Percy. "That is one of the things afiy woman will observe,” was tho reply; Thpn she continued: "His attentions are the more objectionable because they are so marked. Wore he -to see mo now he would be out bore in a moment asking mo to dance. I really Imagine, if the truth were known, that he is at an age when dancing is one of tho last things whioh would bo expooted of him." • "Who is he?” asked Percy. "Ho was introduced to mo as Mr. Emoriok, and he volunteered the in­ formation that ho 1 b engaged In the shipping trade with South America. His place of business is in New York, I believe. ” Percy had been intently watching Mr. Emeriok during the conversation and was getting interested. "Is he an American?" ho now aBked. "No, he is not, but it would be diffi­ cult to tell what his nationality really is. He speaks perfect English, but there is just a touch of foreign accent in his speech. Myself, I should judge him to be Italian.” "Do tho people who introduce you to him know any thing of his history?” " I novor asked," answered Armida. “Whon we wero introduced the lady who "performed the-ceremony did not speak very dearly, and ho . persists in addressing me as Miss Marlow. U p to the present I have no intention of cor­ recting tho error, thinking bis occasions for speaking to mo likoly to be very few, and indeed they will, as we are-going away in a day or two." " It may bo imagination,” said Percy, "but there is. something familiar to mo in that man’s movements; at times he' moves in a manner which I'recognize, and then, again, ho seems to act- as though in an unnatural manner. How­ ever,' I suppose it is, if anybody at all, somo one I mot in Paris in tho days of long ago; Any way, thoro is no reason why woshould watch him; your Interest in him is only-slight and I have none whatevor.. So lot us move on.V With theso words thoy moved away, j An hour later they Wero back in tho same spot, and as they sat talking tho gentleman whom thoy hacP (watched earlier in the ovoning camel toward them and stood beside their cfcaira al­ most before thoy had noticed him.’ “Good ovoning, Miss Marlow! Whoro havo yon boon hiding yourself of Into? Your presence has not graced fno ball­ room during tho ontiro ovenlni "No, I have been too wearyfeo dance. Tbo hard society work of thoflpast few weeks has almost prostrated n o . But pardon mo—Mr. Emorlck, a llfv mo to introduce Mr. Lovol." Tho two gentlemen oxchanBd greet­ ings. and tiio eldor one romafled: “Our charming young friend Miss C arlow .is in groat ilomund among tho Hntleraon of our circle here. Will yoqH a t both Join us in'tho ball-room?” “I tear you havo mlstakon^ha lady's name," said Percy, looking listener straight in tho faco; "bor aH m Is not Mhrlow*, but Dolaro.” Tho stranger sooraed conf^Hd, appar­ ently on account of his b lun^n , but he quickly recovered his politoHomposure and profusely apologised to Hraida. "1 hopoyou will allow (H it it was quite • natural mistake," hHsaid. ”1 trust 1 am pardoned; tho fseflis that a $ " MISS’MAKLOW, where havk I yov bkxx HIDING?" \ pistol shot was fired near to irty left ear when I was quite young whiohtdeafened me, And as I stood to the riga t of the lady who introduced me to M14r»Delar*, the mistake is accounted fen Am 1 pardoned?" ho asked, turning to Ar­ mida. . I . • "Certainly,” waa the reply,! The tall stranger did not rtimaln long in their company After that, A few or­ dinary civilities were passed and he left them, ostensibly to return to tbe ball-room, but Armida afterwards re­ marked to Percy th a t ho had not don* so.' "I share your dislike for the affable gentleman,” said Percy,* as he and Ar­ mida returned to their rooms, Late that night when nearly every­ body had gono to bed Percy went to Mr. Wilcox's room to have a few words with that worthy Individual. "Won't you sn-oke a cigsr, Percy?" the old man asked. Percy accepted one, and when he had lit it he threw himself hack in hla chair and opened up quietly by saying: "Mr. Wiloox.” "Well* my boy*” for he still called Percy a hoy* "1 am All Attention; what's i.« the Wind, another *-)••*?" "No, not this time, We a n called upon to protect and not to prosecute," said Percy. f?i> S*'O0MTMn/Ai>l P ersonal and impersonal —Mr. William Henry Bishop has e* tered upon hla third year of Europei* residence, and does not seem dis­ posed to curtail his stay. Ho is navi living jn Verona. —A Brooklynite worth 870,000 has tofi several years been borrowing his cm fare from an acquaintance and never paying a cen t The other day he wa»s sued for 6(17, and the.- creditor brought; his book into couirt'witli the date of every nickel he'had loaded. He said; his limit, even to a fHend, was $25. ,; j : —Young Henry George Savage, who j is exploring some of the unknown land; of Japan, is a grandson of Walter SawI age Landor and an artist cf note. Ue: has traveled into the interior of Hokkai­ do and to the Kurile islands, goingon horseback 2,800 miles andwalking soma - 400'miles. For seventy days he lived - entirely on raw fish, seaweed and rice. —“Twenty damsels of knowledge" "recently got up- a debate upon the sub-' ject “Which one of our notable living Americans has shown himself to be th* • possessor of the greatest intellect* After writing down-one hundredname\ ' placing them a box and then taking one out a t 1a time and discussing each successive individual; the clioict i finally rcsted. upon Thomas A. Edison, —The peculiar and pungent odor that! arises from the person and the gar- 5 meats of habitual cigarette smokers is • offensive, to many ladies; who discern , it when passing these smokers in ths streets, or when sitting near them in ; the elevated cars, and can hardly toler­ ate it. in the house. Some ladies, i{ seems, find tlic fumes of the cigarette' more disagreeable than those of. the cigar ■ and more sickening even than those of the pipe. There can he no doubt that those facts should be brought ! within the knowledge of. all concerned, —N. Y. Sun. —Modern wives- are not the only ones obliged to submit to the dictation of husbands as regards their dress. .Napo­ leon III. was most fastidious in regard to the appearance of bis beautiful wife, and could not endure: to see her in a short or high-necked dress. On the day Of the marriage, as the Empress ap­ peared a t tho window of the Tuillcries to acknowledge, the shouts of the peo­ ple, she caught up a shawl to throw over her bare shoulders; but the Em­ peror refused to allow her to appear again until she had exchanged it for a magnificent clonk of red velvet. ---TheCzar’s railway train,which is tobo the substitute'of the train wrecked in the IJorki accident two years ago, is at last completed, and a few weeks ago its first successful trial trip -was undertak­ en. Thu train consists of a carriage far the Emperor and Empress, another for tho heir apparent, a third for tho Grand Duke and Grand Duchesses, two for the attendants, two more for the ser­ vants, a saloon carriage, a kitchen and a work shop. Electric light lias been introduced, and ,the technical details are naturally carried out "with all tbe latest improvements;” hut otherwise the carriages are very simply furnished and in the Emperor's carriage the fur­ niture from the wrecked train has been used again, "by speciut request o f$» Czar.” ■ ■ "A LITTLE NONSENSE." ' —She—“Do you Call me your angel bccansc.you think I am fly?" He—"No; because you harp so!”—N. Y. Herald. —Mr. Bullipn (to his collector)— "How was you received at Neverpav's?’ Sticker—"Very cordially; I was asked to call again.”—Boston Times. —‘‘-You should marry Henrietta Rob­ inson, I’onor, ■She has $10,000 a year." "Yes, I know; hut I need that much for myself.. What the deuce would she lire on?”—Harper’s Bazar. —Citycus— “Shooting good, around here?" Rusticus—“Wall, ye-es. Ireckoo It’s as good here as anywhere else if; you’ve brought your target along with - you.”—Week’s Sport. —1"You must not lift your hat now to a lady,” said Quoter, “but must put your hand on your heart and bow.” “Can’t," said Snubber, "she always bu my heart herself. I’ll stick to the M lifting.”—Boston Transcript. —Ethel’s Excuse.—"Yon told me » falsehood last night, Ethel," said Ethel's father. "I asked you if Charlie Ilkto had gone and you said yes.” “No, JW didn’t You asked, ‘Is that youngW* tgone yet?’ He was—awfully gone."— N. Y. Sun. —Woeful Waste.—She—"You won't; love me any less, now yon have dhtef ered that I have a glass eye?" K«- "N-no. I guess not; bn t It is a lUti* annoying to think ot the love I hart: wasted on that eye in the past thru months."—Indianapolis Journal. —Amatcnr farmers do not know» great deal, perhaps, bnt when they #! know* they are sure. Old Farmer-; “What do you feed your pigs?” A** tcur Farmer—"Corn."Old Farmer—"l* the ear?” Amateur Fanner (in disgrt —“No; in the month.”—Boiler MHL —Man is never quite satisfied wi hla condition. There Is something wj®1 in him that spurs him to renewed e- Hon whenever the goal of one lit ' gained and cnother looms up in 1 bnt when he heats a sharper In a l trade the bird of content is finite near him.—ltam’s Horn. —A Syndicate Poem.—Gwen "Horace Fasscttsent me to-day s ’ ly compliment in the shape of a ] Alice-—"Doe* he rhyme ‘love’ ‘dove*’ and ’heart’ and ‘art’?” dolln—“Yes! Why do yon : Alice—"Oh, he sent me the Same, last week,”—American Stationer,