The Cedarville Herald, Volume 13, Numbers 1-21

i "V d j The CedarvilleHerald. w n. plats , ?«MUkw. CEDARVILLK, > : i . O H ia UNDERSTOOD. . r loved ft maiden onoo aswell ' As she was passing fair. And that is more, the truth to tsll Than now to loro I'd care; And sbo would let me kiss her hand When I'd been very good-. That Is. If 1 would “understand.’’ At length I understood. I asked her,tor her photograph To light my lonely room; • Slid laughed a merry llttio. laugh. But leftrme to my gloom; a For th at was such a “strange” demand She did not think she could— ' Because 1might not ‘'understand." And then I understood, I wooed her In th e morning, noon, ■ And afternoon, and night, I would have fetched the very moon And Btars tor her delight; She said my loro was truly grand, And that some day she would— And hoped that I would “understand." •How-well I understood 1 ■At last I took by forco of arms The kisses she denied; '■ *■ Her dimples wore her ehlefest charms,' And so she never cried, But faltered as with nimble hand Shu rearranged her snood, “ I knew you waulanlt understand!" But 1 hu'i understood. —William Bnrd McViokar, In Century. / v 9jmt tifai«r OHAVTKR V.—CONVnTOBD. She greeted Olive.kindly enough and flitted-slowly up a. dark staircase to lead her to a bedroom. The willing lad had already carried up her box, and when the door was shut she went to the glass and surveyed herself discon-, .tentedly by gas-light. Out of doors in the country the' sweet May daylight was lingering still, but night falls early on-a London household. - "He must have thought me looking dowdy and plain,” she mused, taking ®ff her bonnet and flinging it on the bed. “Lucy-was right' when- she told fne to get my new clothes made In town. He sees 5,0 many beautifully dressed girls that he feels ashamed of me.” It comforted Olivo to lay the blame -of Michael’s coldness on her village .bonnet. She was not without-a little natural vanity, and had always been accustomed to hear th a t she was a pret­ ty. girl Micliae? had said so”, many and , many a time in -he. earlier days of their love-making. Chit-spoken compliments were in fashion »t Eastmeon, and even the “bumpkins," as Michael contemptu­ ously termed them, wero not insensible to Ido charm of a pair of soft brown eye., These same eyes were now gaz­ ing at the reflection of their owner through tears, but Olive resolutely conquered the desire to weep. .Not only because she wanted to look her prettiest dkl she keep tho tears back. ■For the sake of the good uncle, a stranger, and yet well known, she would carry a smiling face downstairs. She lmd looked only for a little kind­ ness. hut he had received her into a warm atmosphere of love and taken kurntoncc t > his heart. Already she could not help comparing his tenderness With Michael’s hardness, and remem­ bering that Michael had written o f him with a kind of scornful pity. Perhaps; it was because of that very tenderness thut Uncle Wake was an unsuccessful man. If so, Olive began vaguely to feel that it was best to be a failure. The little parlor looked bright enough when she reentered it, and Michael was struck with her improved appearance. The girl liad a will of her own, and she1 had put all traces of her disappoint­ ment out of sight. She still wore the scanty gown, hu t her pretty shape re­ vealed itself In spite of rustic dress­ making; and the soft rough hair, no longer hidden under the objectionablo bonnet, curled carelessly over her white forehead. The old enchantment "began to steal over Michael’s spirit anew; ho watched Olive os sho.iaiked to the Wakes; her face, lovely in re­ pose* gained new charms when she smiled and spoke. With care and train­ ing—his training, site might yet be ad­ mired in the circles tha t ho was strug­ gling to enter. Anyhow she, was his own chosen sweetheart, and the best part of his nature wonld cling to her to the end, Mrs. Wake hod taken possession of the flowers and lingeredover them with a faint show of pleasure. She hod put some hyacinths on the supper table and again their perfume saddened Olive and carried her thoughts back to old days. Michael was here, sitting by her side, but she found herself longing for a younger and simplerMichael, who hod stood beside her father’s grave with his eyes full of tears. Hut before the evening meal came to an end the lovers were on better terms with, each other. And when Michael rose to take bis leave Uncle Wake dis­ appeared into the dark shop and his wife vanished like a phantom, leaving the young pair alone together. “Olive," said the young man, taking her into his arms and looking into her face with all tho old fondness, “Olive, I can scarcely believe tha t this is not a dream. 1 ahull see you every Sunday, dear; yon don’t know how I have al­ waysmissed youon Sundays. Giveme a kirn and convince me th a t yon are a real creature. I’m half afraid of wak­ ing up to-morrow and' finding tha t you are still miles away from me." ' For the second time she lifted her face to his, less frankly and gladly than before. She loved him as truly and deeply as ever, but the girlish confi­ dence-in herself would never return. For the future she would be on her guard against mistakes; she had learned'to control tlioso natural Im­ pulses of affection which had hitherto been unchecked. And the lesson had been mastered very quickly, for there is no learner more, rapid than a loving woman. “ I am real enough, Michael,”she said, quietly. “There is no fear of my going buck to Eastmeon, even if I could travel on the wings of the wind like the prin­ cess in a fairy tale. • You know I am not wanted there.” “I am glad you have left them. I did not.like my future wife to live under the same roof with Tom Challock and Jils girls.” „ . ■ ' * “But. there is something good in Peggy and Jane.” ... . “Olive, you must forgot Peggy and Jane; it doesn’t matter whether they are good or had. You havo now to train yourself fo r1tho position you will fill one day." “Yes. Michael, I am quite willing to train myself,-” she answered mecklyf He was pleased to regard her with an air’ of gracious approval, and drew her closer into his arms. “Dearest Olive,” .lio said in an en­ couraging tone, “I will take care .of you, and help yon in everything. You have only to trust in my guidance and . you will be a very happy woman.” Ho spoke as if her happiness was en­ tirely m his hands—as if it wore the easiest thing in the. world to insure her perfect contentment in the future—as if he could lift her out of the roach of life’s eoinmon ills,and its chances and changes. NothingMs more surprising than the confidence which some people have in themselves. .Michael Chase had always believed immensely in himself, and ho felt so wise and admirable at tiiis mo­ ment that he would have cheerfully di­ rected the affairs of the nation. “And now good night, dear," he added, “1 shall come to you after break­ fast to-morrow. We will have a long day together.” Then lie went his way, and Olive heard the shop-door shut and bolted after him. Mrs, Wake reappeared, and asked, in her faint voice, if she was not quite worn out? “Olive is made of capital stuff that’s warranted to stand a good deal of w'dar and tear,” said Samuel Wake, coming forward again. “But if slio is the wiso girl 1 take her to be, she will go and got a night’s rest as soon as she can.” All was order in her little room, but it was hard’to lie down and sleep after such an ‘exciting day. It seemed to Olive that-it was a tiny taken out of some ope else's life which had got into her life by mistake. At last she shut her eyes and rested her head on the pil­ low, and then all-the sights that she had seen afid tho voices she had heard were repeated In the darltneSs. “ Docs ho love me as well as ever?” thought'Olivei “ I think so, I hope so;” and with an honest heart she told her­ self that all would come right in tho end. ’) ____ . ' , CHAPTER VI. TIIKFUIST LONDON BOKDAT. Olive woke up in the morning as fresh and bright as ever; but she was a little disposed to undervalue tier fresh­ ness and brightness. She lmd nothing better to wear than her village bonnet and gown, and to-day she was going to church with Michael. The girl’s heart was very tender and humble; a flash of HE WAS I'KDLV MAGNIFICENT. disapproval from the eyes she loved would make her utterly miserable. She was living in a world of feeling, and only doing her part in tho outer world mechanically. Uncle Wake glanced a t her now and then as they sat a t breakfast, and tlicro was something in her face that sent his thoughts straying back into the past, Home one* Iso used to look a t him with .brown eyes like .Olivo’s. When she spoke her voice was an echo of another voice that lmd keen hushed for years. The little wan woman who poured out his coffee was almost forgotten; all the light and color of his life had died out with the death of his first love, the wifo of his youth. He had married his first wife because he had need of her, and had taken his second because she had need of him, Michael came in when breakfast was over. And if id Oliva's eyas he had seemed imposing on Saturday night, be was truly magnificent on Sunday morn­ ing, His clothes were fashionable and unmistakably new, and he wore a dainty “buttonhole.” Uncle Woke surveyed him with quiet amusement, and watched to see the effect of all this splendor on Olive. The effect was cer­ tainly depressing. The girl looked a t "her lover doubt­ fully and shyly. Samuel Wake knew, almost as if she had told him in words, what was passing in her mind. All his life ho hod bceu intensely interested in other people’s lives, and now he under­ stood what Olive was feeling, and what Michael was not feeling. He saw that she went unwillingly upstairs to get ready for their walk, apd he was sure that she would return with an anxious look, afraid of being seen a second time in that countrified bonnet. She came back with just the look that he had expected to see, and Michael in­ stantly made an exasperating remark, “Haven’t you another bonnet, Olive?" he asked. “That did very well in the train, but it does not do for this morn­ ing."- . , - “I am sorry,” she said gently, with a deep blush. “I am going to buy some new things to-morrow." ' i “If I were a young man I should not look a t tho bonnet while that face was inside it.” This observation came from Uncle Wake, and Michael passed it over in contemptuous silence. A. few minutes later the young couple went out to­ gether into the sunshiny street, and Olive was utterly -dispirited and disap­ pointed. “My dear girl,” said Michael, after a pause, “you must really begin to study your appearance. You ought to . havo been, better dressed for my sake. Wo may moot some of the people I know.' Sometimes'on Sundays I have even run up against Edward Battersby himself. Of course he would expect me to' intro­ duce him to you, and what would he think of that bonnet and gown?" “ lam sorry,” poor Olive repeated, "but you know, Michael, that you wished me'to come on a Saturday. If I hail arrived early in tho week I could have got same new things ready for Sum- day.” , “Why not havo bought some bettor things before you started?" he usked ir­ ritably. 1 -V “Michael, have you forgotten .what kind of place Eastmeon is?” ' His un­ reasonable words provoked her. “Have you forgotten that I lmvo been living miles away from any town?” He had really forgotten it for the mo­ ment, They walked on together in silence along the Strand, and when they turned into Trafalgar square Olivo almost forgot her annoyance. She stood still with a brightening face to look a t the great stone lions asleep in ' the sunlight, and the foam and sparkle of the fountains. Other people looked at lior as they went by, and half smiled at tb« fresh delight that ehonoin her brown eyes. Michael hurried lior on. “Do try to take things calmly,” ho implored. “That brute who lias just passed us was actually laughing utyou. In London, people, don’t go into rap­ tures in the'streets.” There was no need for a second warn­ ing against raptures. . With such a wet blanket hanging over her Olive was not likely to enjoy any more sights that morning. She walked on dejectedly by his side, and asked herself if this was tho life she had dreamed of? Must sho always live in a dreary state of self-re­ pression, forbidden to rejoice? And. this w;as thatfirst walk together which she liad longed for so blindly; this was “the distant and the dim” that Bho liad been so “sick to greet!" It seemed to her an interminabel walk, and yet her limbs were not weary. They got at last to tho Marble Arch, and her heart revived a little a t the sight of gross and trees. Michael led her to a bench, and they sat down. “We won't go to church this morn­ ing," he said. “ I confess I’m not a church-going man, I like fresh air, it clears my brain and strengthens mo for tho week's work; and now we can talk quietly, Olive, and I can tell you about something which has been in my mind for nearly two years." She prepared herself to listen. After all, it was silly of her to be unhappy because ho had found fault with her rustioways. She supposed that train­ ing was always rather a painful proc­ ess. Here, with the tender green of tho young foliage quivering overhead, and the May sunshine resting on tho broad space of sward in front of her, she was feeling more like her okl self. And surely if Miehdcl had not loved her ho would not have been so anxious to tell her everything! “You know,” ho began, “how rlipid- ly 1 have been rising ever since I went to Battcrsby’s works. Old Battersby ts breaking down very fast;- ho has not been the same man since his brother died. It was after tho brother’s death that Edward Battersby was taken into partnership, and when his father dies I 10 will bo the solo representative of the firm.” Olivo was honestly trying to give him her full attention, but all this was not very interesting. Two girls wont trip­ ping by; they wore golden-brown frocks and straw bonnets adorned with but­ tercups that looked as if they had been freshly gathered from the water meadow a t homo, Sho could not help wondering how much their costumes had cost and sighing for a buttercup bonnet. Then another girl came by with her swain, and her dress was per- _ fcctly enchanting. j "I have made myself usofid to Ed- i ward Battersbjt in a hundred ways,” Michael went or . “There is no need to tell yon how I have managed to slip into his confidence. He is a weak sort of fellow, find- his brains are not half as good as mine. Ho is glad enough to use me and J let myBelf be used, but only to serve my own ends by and by ” Olive glanced at him and saw a smile of self-sutlsfaction hovering round his mouth and a gleam of triumph in his blue eyes. And all a t once she remem­ bered that Lucy Cromer hod not ad­ mired Michael’s eyes, although she had admitted th a t their color was beauti­ ful, Lucy bad said that they were cold, apd the remark had made Olivo quite nngry. She hardly knew why such foolish words had come bock to her at this moment, hut they pained her a little. ”1 shall bo able to wind him round my finger soon,” he continued. “You see I have always held myself well in hand. Smiles says: ’It.may be of com­ paratively little consequence .'how a man J s governed from without, whilst everything ""depends upon how he gov­ erns himself from within.' The man who rises is the man who has learned the secret of self-government. Now Edward Battersby would never learn that secret if lie were to live a hundred years.' He lets himself be swayed by every whim that seizes him. Ho grati­ fies every passing desire and runs after everything that attracts his eyes. I have d purpose, Olive, I am treading the road that leads up to it, and I never turn aside from ray path for a singleJn- stant.” “You are wonderfully strong, Michael —father always said so,’’ cried Olive, speaking straight from her heart. “J should lose all my strength if I did not watch myself,” lie replied. “ You don't know how it weakens a man if he slnckcnsTiis hold on self just once." Olivo looked at him almost, with reverence; his* words sounded so good and wise and brave. A few moments before, when she had caught that fleet­ ing expression of triumpliant cunning on his face, site had felt a cold little doubt creeping into tier mind. But that look was gone, and now she saw the MICHAEL SPEAKS OF HIS PLANS. same strong, earnest Michaei who hjld won her father’s respect ytears ago. “ t ruic while I seem to be ruled,” he said, meeting her gaze with a smile; “and if I succeed in carrying out all my plans, the firm Will one day be Batters- by & Chose." Sho drew a long breath, and there was a child’s wonder in her eyes. Tho idea seemed so stupendous, so grand! “Perhaps you think this is a prepos­ terous notion, Olive, But listen, my dear gid. I am working hard a t an in­ vention of my own, and I believe it will soon ho perfected. If it is perfected I shall persuade Edward Battersby to givo it a trial, and I am firmly con­ vinced that it will answer the purpose for which i t is intended." “What is tho purpose, Michael?” she aiikcd, eagerly. “The saving of labor. If my idea is carried out we shall employ about half os many hands as we do now. We have too many men lumbering about the works and pocketing our profits. What 1 want to do is to sweep away the dun­ derheads and keep only those who have intelligence. 1 happen to know that young Battersby, well off as he is, al­ ways wants more money than ho has got. Think what we shall gain in the saving of wages! Yon don’t understand business details, my dear child, but you can grasp my meaning.’ “Yes, oh, yes,” she answered, a bright color coming and going in her checks. “Only, Michael, what will bccomqof all the dunderheads?" “What docs it matter what becomes of them?” He spoke with an irritated air of sur­ prise, and she could scarcely find cour age to speak again, “ I think it docs matter. I know it must be hard for a clever man to con­ sider the interests of the stupid ones, and yet—” [ to OB CONTINUED. J Is th e E arth 's Axle Changing? Observations made for sometime past a t Berlin, Potsdam, Prague and other cities of Europe havo shown th a t their geographical latitudes have decreased by 2-10 of a second. I t is supposed that the axis of the earth has shifted by that much in space, And in order to settle the matter an expedition ho* been sent out to Honolulu, which, being the anti­ podes of Central Europe, will show an equal change in the opposite direction if the explanation is correct. Tho ex­ pedition will remain there for a yeat undrH he direction of Dr. Mn-usc. .id the Berlin c'*<*'*i‘vmoty, PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL. —There is a man living in Calhoun/ Ga., seventy years old, who boasts that be never wore a pair of boots, bought a suit of clothes, white shirt or any store clothes in his life, or wore a collar or , necktie. —Gertrude Souine, a pretty girl of eighteen years who lives in a town in Aroostook county, Maine, lias never been known to laugh or even to smile. While intelligent in other matters, she apparently cannot understand a joke, and is unmoved by the keenest witti- 'cisms, . • . . —•Tlie duke of Connaught, is the first royal duke to become a director in a dividend-paying company. It is the Church School company (limited), and although its business is semi-pi;ilun- “ thropic, it declares dividends, and the’ duke of Connaught’s election was held, up by the dean of St. Paul's, who is also a director, as a proinise of larger dividends and further subscriptions. —An English newspaper says that a church bellringer was ringing the bells, when one of the heavy weights swung over and lie was pulled up. to a consid­ erable height by tlio rope. He ' lost his grip and fell on. his head on the stone floor of the bclfry. lie arose and walked home. The man had been an.epileptic, suffering frequent'attacks, but since the fall in the belfry he has not liad any at­ tack of epilepsy. —Clara Louise Kellogg tells a story in which her mother,'herself and the dowager duchess of Somerset figure. The singer and her mother were dining with .that augusji lady, when the duchess calmly poured her tea into her saucer, sipped it with great enjoyment and re- . marked: “Now, ladies, do not think this is rude, for I have just come from .the queen, and I saw her do it. Let us emulate the queen. Whereupon they all drank their tea from their.saucers. —1The late Mr. Spnrgeon visited Nor-j wood cemetery ou one occasion with M e ’McMuster, who went to choose -a spot for a family vault-. . Mr. Spurgeon sug­ gested a site, but Mr. McMuster object- ■ cd that it-w as. too prominent. “No,” Mr. Spurgeon-said, ”it will just do for you.” The spot was agreed upon, and then Mr. Spurgeon,- turning to the superintendent of the cemetery, said: “Now, have you a docent' corner where you could put Spurgeon some day?” A corner was pointed out and Mr. Spur­ geon said: “That will do.”' —Cheshire owns the stupidest man in the kingdom. He is a farm hand, and was engaged to plough a ten-acre field. Wishing him to make a straight furrow, his employer directed his attention to a . '• cow grazing right opposite, telling him to drive directly toward the cow. 11c Started his horses, and his employer’s attention was drawn to something else; hut in a short time, on looking round, he found’ that the cow liad left her place, while the sagacious plowman was following her, drawing a zigzag furrow all ovei;the field.—English Farm and Homo. “ A LITTLE NONSENSE." —Cowurdico llebuked.—He—“Mattie, if I only dared to kiss you?" She— “Harry, whatever you are, don’t be a coward."-- Boston Transcript. —II is Preference—“Who is mamma’s little sugar lump?" aslced Mrs. Briggs. “Me, I guess,” announced Johnny. “I’d drnther be tho sugar bowl, though.”—- Indianapolis Journal. —Bertha—"Grandma, is oor teef good?” Grandma—“No, darling; I’ve got none now, unfortunately.” Bertha —1“Then I’ll givo 00 my nuts to mind till I coiue back."—Pacific Methodist. —Rev, Dr. Primrose (stmmbiing in the hall)—“Ypur father seems to bo sparing of his light,,’ Little Jofinhie— “ Yes, sir. He’s always tha t way the day after the gas bill comes In.”—Epoch. —Barber (during shampoo)—“Are you troubled a t all by your hair coming out?” Cholly (feeling where Is mus­ tache ought to appear)—“No, mo dcah man, I'm twoubled beeawso it won't, come out.”—Harvard Lampoon. —Rev.Dir. Extempore—“My hearers, I shall have to ask your indulgence for a few minutes. I forgot my manuscript, and have sent my little boy for it.” His son, mounting pulpit (in a loud tone)— Mamma couldn’t find the writin', but here’s the book you copied it from.”— Tid-Bits. —-She Didn't Worry Over It.—“My husband received a note to-day in a woman’s handwriting.’’ “Diet you open it?” “ I did not. And what is more, I left him to read i t a t his leisure.” “Don’t you worry over it?” “No, but I guess he does, I t was from my dress­ maker.—N, Y. Pres*. —Bobby—“I saw where yotir pop was buried to-day, anil the monument says he is not dead hut slcepin'; but I don’t believe it’s so.” Tommy—“Yes, it'"is. Mam says so." Bobby—“If he. was just steepin’1, what did they bury him for?” Tommy—“Hull! Didn’t want to hear him snore, I guess.—Life. —The Telephone Buzz.—A little girl from the Wabash valley, where they have to put quinine in the bricks so tho houses won’t shake down, and who knows something about the drug's ef­ fects on tlie human car, was in Detroit recently anil for the first time saw a tel­ ephone. They let her try i t and the weather Wing propitious it worked to a charm and she was perfectly delighted. The nextday, being a heavy, murky one, (the tried it again and the buzz was ter­ rific. “ Ught" she exclaimed, dropping the receiver, “this must ho its chill day and its loaded tip with quinine.”—D»- troll Free Press. .IN WOMA MRS, HENRI TJjp Good Worn 1 .Doing j The pian f o r < children in the and gpod order |j opening of the I] ception w ith . Rogers. Mrs. President Kogel western universil the municipal woman’s brand] Congress. Her since her uppoit this committee ed- her eminent I t would indeed woman who by education is so ;j successfully earn and important wq .Mrs, Rogers is 1 John Ogden Win* of Rev. Isaac Methodist church! New Jersey and a ton seminary. In| a t this ■ school i course a t the Ui Being particularly ■and political eeori herself to study ii .author of valuable jects, which -havj leading papers ai alike conversant ’ practical working been applied. Jlei Robinson says “While especially] logical faculty ai judge dispassions regardful of the ai of home and social successful in deal sophic and cconomf •and in society, h a pronounced typJ lege woman of tl« .having enjoyed t | brings a thomuif . mind, as flexible ;f any effort to whif give her attention! Although, still a l Rogers lias alreailjl public service quitf eialty. ’ For six ye: , ciont correspond!! Woman’s Home Al the D e tro it. eonf J honorary presidemf in the Rock’River] valued member o | noinic association of the Chicago Fd organization plana which has for its [ ent aim the clean in alleys of Chicago! than this, anil ev] sight and her abill tirety the importq lemof .municipal^ her plan involves 1 • undertaking of, si clean” necessary t<j sentable to its it cidcfl by her cond “Municipal Order f make the cleaning! leys its especial eal ■committee devotol tion of other work! Ada .Sweet was i| president of the which till of Mrs. l l members. Thiseol will not relax its el because of this fowl tion of which Mil but willjend it all| The plan of wor has arranged for ho in addition to that] discussion and the formation in rogar. lie baths and laundl home science clubs edge of sanitation I attention to the housing -vvagc-wor] inff of children fq civic patriotism ganizati.m of boyj I'Jmbian guards, tion to excellent 1. fully instructed ii| the government a. nnd the dti( ies wh] izenship. i t Is p,J fkis organization and alleys. Tlie f;| to be neglected, bJ organized. 1 Mrs. Tlogets | s q | oil in hpr husbaudf 6he herself undertj Milliab le -nssistana social way. IndciL Rogers more ailtnl than as a wife, f ul, gracious won upon as to listen . tion of what equal for womanhood, the fears which should be. ontertl when women sin: independent iml Dost. J ulia F oster a | okl daughter of . Avery, of PhilndelJ member of the Nat! mi Stiffrngc rtRKo grandmother, Mrq of Chicago, no so tten.t of the. now L dollar to tho tre**j Be woman a memi tfMI