The Cedarville Herald, Volume 12, Numbers 27-52

,E MAKES THE HOME* -» r?.m * pile calledhqsw, -ftisttSsMs'ja rich *»drare, . y 1 )V3looksJnwUUlovingeyes > Hasnoportion there; Kith a stately frost #tjaiUCs tniormache, tween: aisomc, tut there Is noboas icvo Is not suprcas, _ t f s wopy acot with fourslain trail* that wouldtease a princelyhome Mitell s thopalace o.fmarble white, Tfimplilor-ind glideddome; M thoE»Wcntalismanis potthere S»abitter thodraught of fate, jbrryesntw dimaridgoutsgrowhard ■"jfltcrotho wolf is joinedwith hate* . fttfOlioartsare tender and thrill with lore ja castle or dug-out bare, ' fhat spot la West by Heaven’s decree, jW truly a homo la there, jsd the ausel* dying about that, spot P»u*e awhile with spreading wings, jvsmile at the glimpse of tjfoavon here Thatpure and true love brings. ,-EdwlnRalphCollins, in Texas Siftings. ft * \ \ 1® |wsirrcw nm this sac **} )BB following conversation took place ko* tween husband andwife living in a fashion­ able cottagoin t h o ' e i i t m i of New York. “Charles, how can you be so foolishly jealous? You yourself put the picture Of your friend Frank Oswald on tho writing desk, and if I look in that di­ rection you accuse mo of admiring it,” MidMrs. Jackson. “I am hot jealous, Emily, bat it an­ noys roe to see how remarkably amiable yon are whenever Oswald is in thehouse,” replied her husband, rather ■ testily. _ “But Mr. Oswald is your best friend, and X think it my duty to make your friends feel as much at home as pas iible when they call ou us. Besides it it very evident that Mr. Oswald is very Much smitten with my Bister, Fanny. Ihat, fact and his friendship for you are the reasons why he is such a fre­ quent visitor here.” “O, yes, I suppose so,” remarked Mr. Jackson, taking his leave. MraJaekson, a young and beautiful woman, was very much hurt by the un­ kind insinuations of her husband, whom she loved dearly. A sudden idea flashed through her mind, at J taking a teat a t the writing desk she penned the following lines, which she hopedwould reassure her jealous lord and dispel his unwnrthy suspicions: •'My Dearest Darling: It Is difficult for mo to Stouroyou verbally th a t you mono are tho only maul love* and th a t lam wholly Indifferent to allothers, s o l write you this letter—" - The front door bell rang, and before Mrs. Jackson could finish the letter to < her husband the servant ushered into thoToomMr. Oswald, the object of her husband's jealous fears, lie was youngman and strikingly handsome, haying aside her pen, Mrs. Jackson greeted the new arrival. “Ihope I see you well, Mrs, Jackson, l have brought you a few flowers,” and hogallantly handed her a bouquet of ss, as he had often done before. “You are very kind, Mr. Oswald. 'amBony Charles has .just gone out,” said Mre. Jackson, somewhat embar­ rassed. “Gone out, has he? Well, that's all the better, He need not know any­ thing of/what I am going to tell you,' aaid the visitor, taking a chair and drawing close to his fair hostess.' “The fact ls, my dear Mrs. Jackson, tha t for along time 1have been watching for a i poA chance to talk with you about a. natter that concerns ua both.” Mrs. Jackson turned pale. Was her husband right, after all? Did his Mend have the audacity to speak .of lote? “It is about a little lor* affair of Mine,” continued Oswald, with a deep sigh; “I am deeply In love, and I rely a*you, I f you will consent*—” Without saying * word Mrs. Jackson arose, and casting a withering glance at her visitor, indignantly left the hsotu. To say that Mr. Oswald was m 1 / J k ft "«***! • A JACKS03f VXTrifyTXAHtlat JJSrT TH* • BOOM. yifriscd is to nae a feeble expression, w e could he have offended her? He **Jrted» fewmomenta. "1don’t know why my expressing fo fove forhersister should make her .Etiagfry, l knowon general principles ,*■*» woman never forgives the man ,?** admires anotherwomanmore than * **» her. B*who*** that m * mUs tha unpardonable crime. Hut Mrs. Jackson fo married. I t is a jnystyry to me. Xcan’t understand why she should exhibit so much feeling." As. he strode up and down his eyes fell on his photograph on the writing- desk. He smiled and soliloquized: “Yes, I am a pretty good looking fellow, I suppose she likes admiration even if she is married. What is this? Perhaps this will throw some light on tho sub­ ject,"and he glanced over the unfinished letter. "My dearest darling," "llnmphf Wonder who ho is? This is Mrs. Jack- son's handwriting. She writes that all other men are indifferent to her, and she a xharried woihant Poor Charlie! X feel sorry for him. He imagines, poor, deluded mortal, that she lives for him alone. All a t once Oswald'struck his fore­ head with the palm of his hand. "What a blind fool I am! This letter is meant for me, X am. the dearest darling. That’s why my picture is on the desk. Nobody except tnysclf must see this,” and folding up the Unfinished letter he put it in his breast pocket. “Now f understand everything,” he continued. “What shall I do? Poor Jackson is de­ voted to his wife, and I could not un­ deceive him, for tho world. The best thing to dots to cure this woman of her silly infatuation. I’ll give boru dose that will effect a permanent cure," and lie sat down and wrote as follows: "MVD sab MADAM— While I feol very urn ah flattered by your declination of love, I regret th a t! can sal roclpraeaca your affection; and I desire, moreover, to call your attention to Us manifest impropriety. You ccem to forget thdt you nro u umrrled .woman. and that your bus- band Is my dourest friend. Moreover, I am de­ votedly attached tu.your slater,, Pansy, and still hope to win her love, Hoping that these lines may open your eyes to the gravity of tho situation, I remain yours truly, F hank O swald .’’ . Having placed the letter in’ an en­ velope he addressed it, put it 'in front of his own portrait on the writing desk, and took his departure, ^shaking his head and very much bewildered. In the meantime, ’there was a dis­ tressing tableau in Mrs. Jackson’s bou­ doir. The latter amid choking sobs and blinding tears had told her sister m ; K 1 m TUB TWO SISTERS BEWAIL MAX’S PER­ FIDY. of the insulting conduct of Mr. Oswald. MissFanny, who had reason to suppose that Oswald had been paying his ad­ dresses to her with tho serious intention of proposingmatrimony, was indignant at the entire male sex, and Mr. Frank Oswald in particular. The sister re­ solved never ngain to speak to him, and Miss Fanny wrote him a note that gave him pretty plainly to understand that his continued acquaintance was not desired, as she perceived that his intentions were not bonorable. Poor Jackson, tortured by jealousy, returned home. Tho first thing that met hiseyeswas Oswald’s letter to his wife. He recognized the handwriting and with trembling fingers tore open the envelope and mastered its astounding contents. Pale Os death ho sank into a chair, and covering his face he moaned: "So fair and yet so false. She married me only to betray me. My worst fears are more than confirmed.” Jackson was so overwhelmed with grief that he did not notice that his wife had entered tho room. "What Is the matter with you, Charlie?” she asked anxiously. "You asked mo what is the matter? I got a letter. That’s what is the mat­ ter.” “I am so glad.” “So glad!” he almost shrieked, shak­ ing Oswald’s letter in her face. Just at this moment, when Mr. Jack- son was confronting his wife with the supposed evidence of her affection for liis friend, who should enter tho room but Oswald himself. His eyes were blazing with excitement as he said, in a voice tremulous with emotion, hold­ ing in his hand an open letter which he had received from Mrs, Jackson’s sis­ ter, Fanny: "Excuse me if I intrude, but I knocked twice on tho door ^and got no answer. I have just received a letter which 1 cannot understand, but for which I must have an explanation.” “My dear friend,” said Jackffon, tear­ fully, “yon are not to blame, It is all her fault,” “Of course I am not to blame, You are not to blame either. The fault lies with the fickle woman who wrote the letter,” said Oswald, supposing his friend referred to the letter written by Miss Fanny. “You have nothing to do with this outrageous letter which your wife’s sister has written to me. What have I done to deserve it?” and he held out the exasperating document In his trembling hand, “What hav# yon done to deserve it?” Mid Mrs. Jackson, with flr* in her aya, “did you not dare to talk to me of love in my husband’s absence?” “What1.” roared Jackson, "have you really been making love to my wife?” “1 was speaking to her of my Ipve for her sister, as you can read in my letter there, when she left the room. Why did your wife write mo such a letter as this?" said Oswald, producing Mrs. Jackson’s letter to her husband. "So you do write loye-lettera to gen­ tlemen," yelled Jackson, turning fiercely to his wife, as soon as ho hod glanced at the letter which. Oswald supposed was intended for himself. "Yes, to my own busband,”Baid Mrs, Jackson, Of course everything was explained at once, much to the embarrassment and also relief of all the implicated parties. Mrs. 'Jackson was reconciled to her husband, and Miss Fanny, who found it convenient to put in an ap­ pearance, blushitigly confessed that she, had been prematurely severe with Mr, Oswald, and became engaged on the spot. Mr. J acksoa promised never again to allow himself to become the victim of tho green-eyed monster, while Mrs. Jackson was equally pos­ itive that any .future confidential com munientions would be imported to her husband verbally, and not by letter, A lex . E. S weet . A DOG WITH A HEART. Ifaw Ha Mourned When His P et Oat Was _ Laid to llo it. Here is a pathetic little story, illuS' trative of the affection that may be cultivated between a dog and a cat, rind being a strictly true story makes it all the more worthy of telling. A family in this town had a dog about fourteen years old, and a cat about nine, both of which they had raised. Between these animals the most marked affection sprang up, and they were inseparable friends They ate to­ gether, slept together and played to­ gether, and if by chance they became separated they each showed in the most marked manner their discomfort and unhappiness, If the. cat got out of the house the dog whined most persist­ ently and dolefully until she came back, and if the dog happened to be Jabsent the cat acted in a similar man­ ner. A short time ago the cat died, and it was then that her companion manifested the most unmistakable signs of distress. He pushed her body around with his nose, apparently try­ ing to wake her, all the while whiningin the most' woebegone manner. A little boy in the family, whose constant com­ panions the animals had been, decided to bury bis dead friend, and, securing a box. put the body in it, and after nail­ ing on the lid carried the box into the garden, dug a hole and after placing it therein covered it, as he supposed, se­ curely.. 1In the meantime the dog moped about the house, refusing either to eat or drink, and looked so distressed that it waq. painful to see him. One day the boy noticed that the dog's nose and head were covered with mud, and the thought at once struck him that he had found his friend’s grave, and had tried to resurrect the body. He went into the garden and found that his sus­ picions were correct. The dog had ac­ tually dug down and uncovered the box, but, as the lid was securely nailed on, he could' not bring tho body to the surface. The dog followed the boy to the grave and whined and howled pite­ ously while the boy made arrangements to reinter the cat. After a good xnnuy days the dog gradually came back to his appetite, and although more or less doleful, has, apparently, regained his normal condition. This is a homely little story, but it has one merit—it is strictly true.—Baltimore County Union. A FAMOUS STONE WALL. (low I t W»» DoiU w ith .Peaceful Intent, and How I t Figured In a Great lla ttle. Rev. Benjamin L. Agnew, pastor of tho Bethlehem Presbyterian church, corner Broad and Diamond streets, re­ cently mentioned a fact which may be known to few, and will be of interest to many. "Fiftyyears before the war,” ho said, "my father, Emitli Agnew, lived with his stepfather, Rev. Dr. Dobbins, in ths stone house on tho Baltimore pike, a short distance from Getttysburg. At that time lie was a lad of .seventeen years. He took entire charge of the farm, which in some sections was very stony. One day the thought struck him that these stones could be utilized by gathering them and building with them a stone wall: He enlisted the services of a negro who resided in the vicinity, ami together they hauled the stone to the place selected and built the celebrated stone wall whose name will exist while history lasts." Young Agnew built liis wall with great care, using large flat stones as binders and fillhigln with smaller ones, little dreaming at that time what an important place th a t wall Would oc­ cupy in the greatest battle of modern times. I t was here that Gen. Pickett's division, headed by liis valiant Virgin­ ians, made its memorable charge, and although it was thrown into confusion by the flanking fire of Gtannard’s Ver­ monters and Dfmblcday’s division, still pressed forward and a t last succeeded in. planting s confederate flag on this wall, only, however, to bo driven back with the loss of three-quarters of its number by the Sixty-ninth, Seventy- first and Seventy-second Pennsylvania volunteers under Gen. Hancock. After peace had been proclaimed Mr. Agnew visited the old homestead and found the old stone wall standing in almost as good condition aa when it bad been b n ilt-N . Y, TEMPERANCE NOTES. A SAD STORY, An Incident Illustrative of the DmdM pow er of Ruin, Looking over the daily papers not long since this heading appeared among the local items: “A Sad Story," It was a short, concise story, printed in ton lines of the column devoted to items of a local nature: "Frank Talbot, a young man twenty-six ’years old, died in tho jail last night of consumption. He lmd been committed for drunkenness the week before. When lie was told bo could not live long lip told his story to the physician. lie had been living in the city under an assumed name for a year because he did not wish to dis­ grace his friends. Uis family did not know where ho was although they had always been kind to him and tried to do all they could to save liim, But liquor had made a complete slave of him. He had a good position in his native town but lost it because his head was not kept level enough to fill the responsibilities. He would have his sprees. Being naturally of a delicate constitution the exposures incident to a vagrant, drunkard’s life had told upon him. His friends were notified of his illness but lie had passed away be­ fore their arrival.’’ . A sad, sad story, indeed! But the boy who heard it rend said: "He needn’t have been a drunkard; ha might have 'behaved himself.” Yes, yes, he might hav.e been somebody of whom his friends would have been proud, but instead of that he was a source of sorrow to them. That youug man had good parents and good Chris­ tian teaching, but liquor was liis' master.' Once he was a temperate, lmppy boy, but some time he took a first drink, and that was the beginning of all his ruin and shame. You, boys may not have as yet been tempted by this form of evil but the temptation is' sure to come to you as it has to others. Many a boy as bright, as well beloved, as well brought up and cared for as you have been, has become a drunk­ ard. Older tempters have argued with liim that a man who cannot drink as much as he thinks good for. him and no more, is not a very strong charac­ ter. But let me tell you, my boys, the only safety from being overcome with strong drink is to let it entirely alone. No arguments for or against will bo necessary then. The power of the habit of liquor drinking once formed is some­ thing very hard, to be overcome. . In the police reports of a daily paper a few weeks since the arrest of a mid­ dle-aged man for a serious crime was mentioned. Uis crime, and two-thirds' of all the crime committed, was due to the same cause—strong drink. Follow­ ing the notice was this statement made by the prisoner: "Drink .was the cause of my rum. Nobody knows the power of such an appetite but tho man who has suffered from it. Years ago I took my dying mother’s hand and promised her 1 would never drink another drop. I meant just wliat 1 said. I tried hard to keep my promise, bnt the terrible thirst for liquor overcame me, and in a few weeks l was drinking ns hard as ever. Two years ago my little girl died. She begged me on her death­ bed to stop drinking, and I promised her I would. I* called upon God to witness the promise. I wanted to keep it, but after my little girl hud gone the terrible thirst for liquor cumo again. I fought against it, but it over­ powered me. Drink had destroyed my will-power. 1 loved ray child, but chains were forged about me that I could not break. ” So you see, boys, how very hard it is to reform after one has formed the habit of drinking. The problem of rescuing the country from this terrible curse is agitating the wisest heads They feel that it must be diivcn out; but what is the best way to do it? Tbnt Is the question. You boys can solve the problem, as far as you are individ­ ually concerned, by being determined that yon will never take even one drink. If evciy boy would make that resolution and keep it, old King Alco­ hol's head would soon tumble oil and roll into the bottomless abyss. This is a very serious matter, and in viow of the ruined lives—thousands of them—tho'brpken-hearted mothers, the sorrowing friends, and the unlimited amount of human misery caused by this power for evil, I beg that you will consider this momentous subject, and pledge yourselves to do all you can, in .the name and with the help of the Lord, to exterminate "the serpent of the still."—Susan Teall Perry, in tho Evangelist. A BROKEN PLEDGE. The Sail Story o f a Drunken Father’s Inhumanity, "It’s broken, Miss Lewis. Tako it back." A small brown band held up a pledge card Wrapped in a bit of paper, and such a tone of misery, shame and de­ spair rang in the words that I hastened to say,” consolingly: “Never mind. Flash; I will get you another card If you will promise to be more careful.” "But it is broken, the pledge is broken. I’ve been drinking.” "Drinking, Flash?" I cried, hotly; for this boy, rough, dirty, ignorant as be was, bad a place very near my heart, and I hoped much for him. Flash was one of the boys tha t had, been brought Into onr little West aid* mission, and, though small and thin from want of proper food, was bright, aheerful and so quick as to hava earned for himself tha name o f "Flash" among bis street comrades. Aa he stood leaning against ther door in a hopeless way I looked down at him and saw two great red welt* all along his neck and running down under his ragged collar. There were murks, too, on his hands, and a tangle of brown hair partly hid n dark lino across his forehead. "Tell me about it, Flash," I said, gently enough now* “It’s nothing," said he, hesitatingly; "only I did mean to keep my word. You know that Billy and 1 live with father down the alley there, and how father drinks and beats us when he feels like it. "Sometimes he brings the stuff home npd tries to make us drink, but we never have since we promised till last night We heard him cursing as, he came up the stairs, and I’d juBt time to hide Billy before he came in. He bad a big bottle full of something, and made me bring a cup, and said that I should driuk. •But I wouldn’t if he bad kijled me, and he knew it, I guess, for ho began asking for Billy, and said ha wouldn't be such an obstinate fool. X was hoping be wouldn’t find him, but he did: I was afraid then. Billy’s only six, but lie’s as brave as a lion. "Father dragged him along by the collar, and told him that he’d got some­ thing good for him in the bottle.' Billy told him that he knew what' it was, and he’d never drink it, "It would have made your flesh creep to have heard him go on then. Billy’s face grew white, and his eyes got just like stars, bnt ho wouldn't drink. Father choked him then till he was all limp, and beat him and beat him till I couldn’t stand it, and gave up If he’d let Billy off. He made me drink ever so many times. He and I drank all there was in the bottle, and pretty soon he went to sleep on the floor;, but my bead didn’t swim even. “I picked Billy up and carried1him away and hid him. I can take care of Billy and he needn’t drink; hut l prom­ ised mother I’d stick by father, and so I must stay there.' I won’t drink if !• can help it, but my pledge is broken." As Flash stood twirling bis old cap in bis bruised hands, looking hopeless* ly out at his future.-an intense desire sprang up in my heart to blot oat of existence both alcohol and the ahboon, the cause of so much sin and suffering. —N. Y. Witness. BITS*AND BREVITIES*. M ake men see and feel that a saloon is a more positive evil to a neighbor­ hood than a shanty filled with small­ pox patients- and a fire will ho kindled which will purge the country of its . greatest ’crime and misery breeder, whose colossal shadow envelops Chris­ tendom and carries a thrill of misery, a pulsation of vice,, a throb of degrada­ tion wherever it falls.—Arena. Tin? drinking population of the UnitedStates spends fifteen millions of dollars in liquors each year. There is one ram saloon to every 107 voters east of the Mississippi river, and one to every *? voters west of the Mississippi, and 25,000 saloons in these states and territories of the union waste- enough hard substance to feed, clothe and pay the house rent of every family in the United States.-—Westerly (N. Y<>Trib- • uue. No work for temperance la more fruitful of the' best results than that which secures scientific temperance in­ struction in' the schools.' Those who are early made to realize the mischief wrought in body and mind by the us* of intoxicants are almost Certain to b* total - abatainers and intelligent work­ ers in the cause of temperance, Tha first tabulated report of this depart­ ment of the Massachusetts W. G. T. U. has been issued. It evidences tha faithful efforts made to improve the present temperance education law, and to awaken and keep aliva public inter­ est in the subject There ought to be a great army of volunteers for so im­ portant a work. The welfare of onr own children and of our common­ wealth depends on it. T he saloon business in Sioux City, la., has assumed a new phase since tha Law and Order league began prosecu­ ting the saloon men. The cases ara taken before the justice erf the peace, and a fifty-dollar fine assessed by tha. justice. With this decision as evidence, the cases are taken to the district court and injunction secured against the property. The law requires that the property and building shall be described. Nearly all the saloons ar* in small, frame, veneered buildings. As soon as such amotion for injunc­ tion is made, the saloon men move the buildings to other lots, so that the in­ junction is rendered worthless. Tha saloon men move frequently, and thus the business is becoming a migratory one, conducted In buildings on wheels. —Union Signal. AaFatal MIntake. Why seek enjoyment* in such a peril­ ous and dubious way aa intemperance* a path paved with the bones of mil­ lions after millions who have fallen in pursuing it—when innocent and health­ ful pleasures everywhere sorround, and invite you? Lived there ever a human being who regretted a t daath th a t ha had through life refrained from the use, of stimulating drink? And how count­ less the millions who have with reason deplored such use aa the primary, fatal mistake of thalr Uvea? Barely from the radical heavens shove ns, Hi* dust once quickened: beneath ns, come* to the attentive ear a voice which im­ pressively admonishes: Be wise whU* it fa milled to-diy.—H. Grtalsy.