The Cedarville Herald, Volume 13, Numbers 1-21

s ‘ The CedarvilleHerald. W. H. BLAIR, PubUahsr, l jr' 6 UDABVILML i o m a ON fH E CREST OF THE HILL, r ' # Jlio brprja vn* fiwcot and the brM*«was chlR On»h« tor down hill, Where the wmaet lingered longand late, Ltko a srcUpof fate. Many nndmany a time we atood (Oh, the godswore good)), • „ . vwe two, alone, on that lonelyheight 1fttho’fading-light. Like shadowy ghoata ths aaliaawept down Past the quiet town, ' , ' And over the dim, whiteharborhar , Bhonethe flrat-purestar, ; i^h, aweoti * • *’A b Qt watched Ita splendor grow Through tho aunaat glow, " With noroetimoa^-ncrtoften—the-bltaa divine ©f yourhand IUmine.. AudatlH the breote blowsoyerthe hill, And.tho taint staystill Bhlhdathrough the.duak, and the boats gohy •Neath the darkening sky. But thestar anQtbe wind and the. dim, tweet ' , ' ■tea pjgQOf6fOr - d nomoreforme latho hand I pressed iibe-WU’a brown crest, Hm ^iN e ^Bridges, InXAaUo’sWeekly. Ms h t S ^E 0 9 $ a 2 8 e a c «<UaWtfw'Ute*-' chapter ii.—CdwriKtiED. With her proud, impatient , had wondered sometimes' a t ssMerly feeling fo r the Challoclt was no one in the village ~>bi been surprised a t the trriage of Olive’s mother, ow Winfield. Why a woman '.natural refinement should k'r^ttceimrough Tom Cliallock was a '< indeed; and yet such mysteries afi everywhere. Tom was a With two daughters of his L the girls seemed to take more lly toOlive than ho did. For in his Sft Way he le t her see th a t ho did 'vfesafc h e r under his roof, and she longed to find a shelter else- Biy and hy, perhaps sooner dared to expect, Michael itl*ha*e made a home for his [ wife; but, meanwhile, the 3^.WKa as hard as Tom Challock Make it. And already Lucy r had suggested th a t it would be ■ m . *ou lookixa into mr rtmm*?” t! fa jb lik 'to go .away and earn h er oWn ! " f ilm j o u said anything to Michael .t'f £ r off than lire in her step- ,tage. m y plan?” Lucy asked, after aa< pttUHt replied Olive, with a sigh. #.€&£« wc* SOshort, you know; and •SEi ' " 1 to nothing he would be disap- • Ahi if it could only be carried •" >iaAt how happy I should he, LucyI" j .♦‘X MReve i t will he carried out," * *'jjoncf Cold, quietly. „f Mite eyes wenrgazing through the lit- "‘.tie window a t the b it of evening sky th a t eoold be seen under the heavy *j HntAh. The su n h ad gone down, leav- log th a t pure and peaceful light th a t f belongs to the evenings of early spring, I aM Lmty seemed to gaze as if the eptdd sever have enough of its beauty. & eo< ........................ . * »or two alight tendrils were outlined 'dark ly and delicately upon th a t clear haoScground, and once or tw ice they trembled . i a little a t the breath of a soft * Wind. Utfte s a t silently on her stool I qt the couch, her hands were clasped round her knees, her heart had gone \j. out after h e r lover, traveling away ' .Jtbreegh the dusk to the great city. She ahnoet started when Lucy spoke again. 'Wibatv ' words were these her friend waa la j lu st Vi/, ‘’WHO*yqn are in London, Olive, you ; r*will 1st (ted , th a t you once had a home Hkutheeeuntry. YoU must not le t any* * thing Come between yon and your memories. Yon must n o t drop t t habit of watching the clouds and nm lights and shades, even you h iv e lost yoUr old green .. h **7* ' ........ Don’t take the world into your i wwcMlit tee mnohwith ns; late and soon, awl Shading «re lay waste our l_r •O yrith those who g o to tre a t cities, and earn their b | they lose all their early wHh nature, and forget they knew h e r when they r, wefcteday, dear, you may l i t . ;*4H*sA*ye« tsssisr* “Bu t..Lucy, t am pot going to Lon* don to be forlorn!" cried Olivo, re­ proachfully. "Michael is there," "Michael la there," Lncy said, calm­ ly; "and for his sake, as well as for yours, I say again, don’t take the world into your soul. Great artists toll us th a t if they paint a landscape without a glimpse of sky it depresses the gazer. Never let th esky .be quite shut out of your life. I t may soon be done, Olive; when wo begin to build walls around us, we don't knowhow high they will rise; when we plant our groves we can’t tell how thickly they will grow. Always leave an opening through which you can sco Heaven.” Olive looked a t her, and was struck by the light on her wasted features. Lucy’s life was widening a t the close; h e r view of Heaven was broader than it had ever been before, and the glory th a t she saw wus reflected on her face, which was "as tho foe ” of an angel.” “Oh, Lucy," she said, in a timid tone, " I know you are much wiser than I am, and I'sometimes fancy th a t you can see farther into the future than others cun. Are you looking into my future, and seeing things that you wifi not speak of plainly?” ’ ■ “Do not frighten yourself about my forecasting, my dear child,” Lucy an­ swered very tenderly. “ I c a n 1 foresee no trials in.your.life th a t a brave spirit cannot live through. Only, I would warn you not to part with the very portion of yourself which will enable yon to bear those trials. Keep your old tru st iu a Power th a t is over all; listen to the voices th a t tell you of th a t peace which.shall assuredly follow the strife. Do not let the world so blind and deafen you that, when sorrow comes, the true, light may shine and ' the true yoice speak in vain. Oil, Olive,"it i s j j o t trouble that is to be feared; it is the loss of those qualities in us which help us to meet trouble bravely.” “But, Lucy," Olive’s lips were trem­ bling, “ I. shall have Michael by my side, and he is so strong! Think of all the difficulties he lias conquered! Can 1 be afraid of anything while lie- takes care of me?” Lucy was silent for a moment.' It was true indeed, that she saw things in Olive’s future that she would not plain­ ly speak of. I t needed only a. little knowledge of humanity to foresee that this girl's deepest suffering would come/ to her through the man she loved. ■ “I am afraid you don’t like him,” the poor child went on. "What has he said th a t displeases you? Alif I am disap­ pointed; I thought you would say I was the most fortunate girl in the world!” Lucy bent forward and kissedher. "Olive,” she said gently, "1. shall like him better when he thinks morex>f you and less of th a t great idol—Success. 1 see th a t he is clever, dear—very clever in his own way; and so determined that he is almost sure to win‘tho things that ho is seeking. Only I could wish th a t he had eyes to see the treasures that he passes by while ho runs' the ra c e .' I wish th a t ho ' would sometimes give a though t,to those things th a t are not won by mighty effort, bu t givofi freely —given by a Father’s bounty and love. Surely life need not bo nil striving, Olive." “Oh no;" murmured Olive with*a sigh. “ I feel th a t it 'takes a very little to make me perfectly contented. Ilut men are different, I suppose; they want far more than wc do, and they must strug­ gle till they get it. For my part, Lucy, I should love to live in a cottage with Michael,, and be ju st myself. But. ho wants me to be more than myself. I daresay he 1 b right; to him I must seem a very ignorant nninformed creature." “Yon are not ignorant, considering th a t you are a» village girl," Lncy an­ swered- “The old vicar, " ho helped Michael to much, must have been your friend also- I t surprised me, When I first came hare, to find a girl who was a reader and a thinker. Take courage, my child; yon are not as fa r behind Michael in the race as you suppose. And if—if our plan is reslly carried out —yon will learn a great deal with your uncle Wake." “Lucy," Olive said, looking up sud­ denly, “you have never told me host you came to ksOw anything of my uncle Wake.” A slight flush rose to Lucy’s face and waa gone in an instant. “Mr. Wake keeps a second-hand book­ shop in the fitrand,” she replied quietly. “A friend of mine, who Was very fond of hooka, used to take mu there often, and yourjnnele talked as only those who read can talk. It was a pleasure to go to th a t shop;‘some of the happiest mo­ ments o f toy life were spent among thoto piles of old Volumes, nttd Sir. Wake’s cheerful voicq and kind face can never be forgotten. That man un­ derstood everybody, and sympathized with everybody, I believe. He was a large man with a large heart.' lie gave people chances of snatching little bite of happiness. Oh, Olive, I think an old book-shop 1 b one of the most de­ lightful places in the universe. If yon happen to be missed, no one thinks of looking for you in such a dusty, musty rctrefct. The most glorious fragments of life are often hidden away in dull spots where few can find them, Be­ tween the dingy covers of some of these ancient hooks one might come upon poems th a t sparkled and glowed with Immortal light and beauty. Borne of our brightest memories are shut up, I believe, in the dimmest nooks and cor­ ners of the world!" Olive looked a t her in silent surprise. The beautiful worn face had grows young again; the eyes ware shining. “But you love the oountxy, don’t you, Lwar?" she Asksd, After a pause. “Yea." Lucy’* face grew pale and ftUl again. “Yes, it 1 b good to be here, I feel th a t I am resting before I go to re s t" “ I wish you would not ta lk so," Olive ■aid, with tears gathering in h e r largo brown eyes. “Lately I have thought you hotter, dear; and Michael told me th a t you were not as ill as 1 had led him to suppose. You could talk and laugh with him, and it mode mo happy to see you so b rig h t” “1 would do a grcaj^deal to make you happy,” Lucy answered, stroking the girl’s smooth cheek. “And now th a t the spring has come, Olive, I shall be­ gin to teach you my craft. You must go put to-morrow and gather • “ 'Knots of flowers, and buds and garland# gay.’- “My fingers have not lost their old cunning, and I know th a t 1 shall have a quick pupil.” Olive moved from her seat and sank down on her knees with her head on Lucy’s breast. “Do1 something else for me,” she entreated. "Try to love Michael fpr my sake. Try to see him with my' eyes and feel for him with my heart.". ,, Lucy smoothed the brown hair away from the young face and soothed her with loving words, as though she had been a little child. This woman, who was going out of the world, pitied the other, who had to tread the old, thorny path. She had been le ft npon the road alone; some had hastened on before, some had loitered, and stayed behind; the hand that hod clasped hers had sud­ denly loosed its hold, and then she had stumbled blindly on in u tter anguish and desolation; but th a t misery, too ,- had passed away. All th a t remained, to her now was peace; the end was near; the tired feet had .only a little way farther to go. She would not paint a blissful picture of Olive’s future and so fill the girl’s mind with false hopes; nor' would she even promise to love Michael .for her sake. And yet she talked in such a fashion th a t Olive forgot her dissatis­ faction—a dissatisfaction which owed its origin more to Michael himself than to Litcy’s lukewarm praise of him. She spoke of the right way of living one’s life; of sympathies th a t throw out tendrils and clasp other lives; of that unspeakable calm which comes tp those who are true and who love truth, oven if their hearts are torn with suffering. And Olive,. hearing her friend speak, seemed no longer afraid of anything. She took Lucy’s hand and looked a t licr with gratefuie. es. . “I shall never forget your words,” she said. “You have made me feel strong?” CHAPTER l i t ,«”. POOR JJMfff Mrs. Chsllock did not disapprove of Olivo’S ’intimacy with her next-door neighbors; but she was slow to believe th a t her daughter could really learn a useful nrt from Lucy Cromer. Peggy and Jane looked on in wonder and doubt while Olivo wove her garlands, and Tom Challoolc laughed the whole business to scorn. “So Olive wants to go to London and earn her living, does she?” he said, about a week after Michael’s visit. “Well, T te no objection; but don’t tell mo there's a living to be made out of posy-making. It’s nat’ral enough th a t She should want to be running after th a t young man of Iiers, nnd keeping a sharp eye upon him. I t’s my belief th a t, he’s too high and mighty for Olivo.” “But if ho hadn’t cared for her he would not have come here again," cried Jane. ' Peggy sighed and shook her head. She was a young woman who was naturally disposed to sco the gloomy side of life. “I ’m afraid father is right," she said, “HC is very high, and I think he came partly to show himself off." Ju s t then Olive herself appeared a t tho open door, and there was a flush on her face which told th a t the words had reached her ears. Her mother, who s a t sewing, gava h e r a quick glance “ Come and see," aakl Olive, vanish­ ing; and Jane threw down h e r’ needle­ work and ra n after her, The two girls stood together outside the cottage, and Olive displayed a wreath of fern and moss studded with bnnehes of violets and primroses, liven Jane, inexperienced ns she was, could see th a t the garland was the work ° f artistic hands;, the flowers had been arranged as delicately as if Mfairy had toadied them; it was “an odorous chaplet," fresh from th e kisses o f April showers. “And this isyour doing," said Jane, admiringly, “and people would buy this thing in a London shop? Well, I am sure they would in spite of father’s sneers. He knows nothing of great towns and their ways; old Fcnlake a t the inn is a good deal wiser than father!” „ >. / Olive smiled, well pleased with such simple praise. She was happy this evening; the light wind ruffled h e r thick hair and blew it into little curls and ringB about her temples; her eyCs- wc.re full of sunshine. The letter which had come that' morning from A YreartsteAAU ss U m * . „ (Ns* YprkDaily OooO Judges BsfSthst «f tk* »sxt ls« osUUe* to^WsvedUUMtloa by jumpto* from a substantial towa*> a ta rm a c ate; trcpoHs in a fswyears will Jw tbs Superior, Wisconsin, and this, toff,jvl£ the effort and struggle through wWga In­ terior towns tasye passed while affeopng the same result. .XJntilS year o rtw o ago the average man did nos. (top to think suss t Superior us a monopolist of tho water and rail termini a t one end of the lakes is la th s same position as Buffalo a t tho other end. Figures are uninteresting unless _given briefly, but comparisons are always Impor­ tant. This little Superior, credited by lts last census with only 2H ,005people, bandied more coal last year than did..Chicagc; .of nineteenmillion bushels; grain, It shipped ----- - of flour, sixteen hundred tkgiwand b ir ^ lf i olive ’ s gaze was fixed otost t iie tbeb TOPS. “ he ’ s too m en axd mightt fob ouve .” nnd a little nod. She did no t wish her daughter to pay any heed to anything that Peggy or her father might say. Mrs. Challock lived oh the whole peaceably enough, with her husband; bu t although she would not quarrel, she quietly resented his unkind speeches about Olive. How differently he had talked when he came courting the pretty widow! She was a weak woman, and she knew th a t her second marriage was a mistake, but she would not let the whole village know her secret. « “Oh, Olivo, whj|it have you there?” aakad Jane, suddenly catching sight of the figure in the dporwsy. Michael had made her very glad, and already she had forgotten the words th a t Peggy had spoken a few minutes ago; “Tho kingcups will bo out soon,” she said. “ Lucy tells me th a t she has made lovely sprays of them for the ladies in town, and yet who thinks of them here? Only the children, who gather them by handfuls and throw them away. They last a long time with their thick stems and shiny yellow flowers.” “Your heart is in London, Olive, Jane remarked, keeping back a sigh. “And yours too,” Olivo answered, hanging her wreath on a bush, and be­ ginning to Walk towards the garden gptc. .Jane followed, and they crossed the road, and stood looking across the field to the low hills. A fresh odor came from the dump grass, and from those white violets which grow pro­ fusely under the hedgerows in spring; and above the slopes drifted one or two iteccyt clouds, touched with tlio first gold of tlio sunset. Tho undulat ing downs, with their soft curves rising gently against the sky, are the chief charm of Hampshire. In this quiet country, hnunted by tho tinkle of shccp-bells And the bleating of flocks, there is np sternness, no rugged grand cur; it is .a pleasant dreamy .land of pastoral delights, where one half ex­ pects to meet Coiydon and PhylliB, he with his oaten pipe, she with her “belt of straw.nnd ivy buds," just as they used to be when tho world and love were young. “Olive,” said Jane, resting her arm on the gate, and speaking in a low voice, “did Michael say anything about Aaron in his lost letter?" “No,” Olivo answered, with a pang of tffegfct. “Michael lids a great deal to think about; yon know. His mind is full of plans, and he can write of noth­ ing clsp." “Yes," Jane said, with a patient little sigh. “ I suppose all clever people are something like Michael, they are too busy with their own ideas to spare a thought for the, dull ones. And jret, what good they might do if they did give a moment or two to those who are slow Of mind! They were like brothers once—Aaron and MichaeL" Olive’s gaze was fixed upon the tree- tops, outlined darkly upon the pale blue of the evening sky; but, although her face Was calm, the pain a t her heart was sharper than ever. She would have givep anything th a t sbo possessed if she conld have truthfully contradicted Jane. Hers was a nature, in which tru th had taken such a deep root th a t it could never be up-torn. I t was always there, the strong consciousness of right, the sweet, stem sense of justice and faithfulness. ■ “Have you heaitt from Aaron lately?" she asked. After a pause, “ I had a letter this morning," Jane answered, still with the patient sadness in her voice. “ I t is a strange letter. It makes mo feel as if he were a prisoner in Doubting castle. You remember reading to ns about Giant Despair. Olive? Well, it seems th a t the giant has got poor Aaron into his power, and I am' afraid he will make an end of him." [ to » b coxtikued .] A Sore Sign. “Why, look a t the Beach house. I t appears to be on fire."’ “Well, it isn’t. What you see is cig­ arette smoke The Pale oollsgs glav elnb has arrived."—Jndga. of wool, four million pounds; of merehan- cliso, to tlie' value of thirteen million dol­ lars. ONalt iako cities this business ww second only to Chirago in niSKOltud0. Tiiero is an economical reason for this con­ dition of things; It is that the rnit,rate on 'freight scut west of Luke Michigan is cue cent per ton per mite, while the water rate Is oue-tonth of one cent per ton .per mlto This position a t the extreme western end of,' Lako’Superior is what gives the city of Su­ perior its prestige, ana Is making it grow faster than Chicago ever.didU Besides one hundred and one smaller iiltlustrial con*, corns, Superior has •located, twenty-eight largo manufacturing enterprises in tue past eighteen months, including the American Steel Barge Company, the builders of tho famous "whnlebaclr” vessel, wliluhlp revo­ lutionizing the lake and ocean freight-car­ rying trade. Tho twenty-eight institutions above mentioned, include iron and etcek. plants, flour mills, stove foundries, wagon q factories, pump ,makers, shipbuilders «bd 1 saw and ritingla thills. niostconserva- five business men in th*.Nortbw«!st believe, that Suderior wilt grow ifjiRtur in the next , ten yours than any other&ity' :iu tbut pros- ■. porous section of the couWAvvapdatomy of' them claim that.C!iIc:ig(V»t, FatWfcMinne-. : npnlis midMilwaukee have neveh seen th s ,' rapid growth that wilt come to'the head or- the great chuin.cf lakes and tha'city of Su- , Parlor. ' iTiir, "nuINloTipcf. Js, tlie. accommodating man who cornea nnd goes at one blddiug.— Datlns'Ncws. " 1 i-Jf * C opyright i Tltc seed is planted, ■■i”-,- when you1 feel “ run - down ” an<i 1 “ used-up.” Malarial, typhoid or bilious fevers airing! from* it— all ; - sorts of d iseases.D on ’t take any risk. 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