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^.i^^^^^^^,^^^ PERCY P. SCHOCK, Au Independent Family Journal, Devoted to News, Literature, Agriculture, and General Intelligence. TEIl3i8™$2 PEll ANNUM DISCOUNT rOK rKKrAY3Ii:NT. Establislied in 1854. JIARIETTA, PA., SATURDAY, JULY 28, 1883. Vol. XXIX, Xo. 52. Speaking Too Soou. It was a sunshiny May day, with an im¬ mense bee booming among tlie lilacs and peonies, in the school garden, an intense glow of golden light on the grass, and a •dreamy languor in tlie air that made Alice Hopkins sleepy in spite of herself, as she sat with the little children's copy- liooks in a pile before Ler, inscribing the month's marks upon their covers, ac¬ cording to their respective merits. Alice was scarcely more than a child, herself. Barely nineteen, with a slight, young figure, a color that came and went at the slightest variation of her pulse, and pleasing hazel eyes, it was the hardest work ill the world to assume the dignity that was necessary for her positiou as as¬ sistant teacher. '•I never saw such babyishness in my life!" said Miss Negley, the priucipal; "aud I shall not put up with it, Miss Hopkins—don't you think it! Dignity, in the educational line, is everything. And 1 do not call it fitting to be racing around with the children in their noon¬ day games, and dressing a corn-cob doll on the sly for little Priscilla Jones, to say nothing about bursting out crying like a great baby, when Billy Smith killed the robin-redbreast with a stone. Dignity. Miss Hopkins—dignity should ever be the watchword of our profession." Miss Negley was tall and grim, with heavy black hair, a sallow complexion, several missing front teeth, and something very like a moustache. Alice Hopkins cowered before her se¬ vere glance. 'I'm very sorry!" faltered she. ''I'll try to be good." 'More like a child than ever!" said Miss Xcgley, despairingly. "I—I mean." Alice tried to correct her- self_'X will endeavor to set agu.ud upon my rash impulses." "That sounds more like it !" said Miss Negley. "And now, Alice, seelhere! I expect some of the school trustees here to-morrow." "Oh, dear, said Alice, rcnieniberiii;^- the signal failure of her class upon a similar occasion, not so very long ago, "It isn't anoiher examination. I hope ?'' "Worse tliiui that-" said Miss Negley —'far worse ! ' Alice lifted her hazel eyes in amaze¬ ment. Wiiat could possibly be worse than Fanny Dow s[>elling cat with a k. and J^-ucy Mallcy asserting tiiat IlaUi- more was situated on llie Iclt bank of the N ile. "There is a pioposition on foot to re¬ duce our salaries." said Mi.ss Xegley. "Actually, to reduce our salaries I" "Oh," said Alice. "But mine is very small already.- Only one hundred dollars a year. I don't think tiiey cau reduce it much." "They can reduce it to fifty, can't they !" said Miss Negley, shortly. "In that ca.se." ventured Alice, "I could go and be a shop girl in my uncle's store in the city. Oue must live." "You've no proper pride," said Miss Negley. "A shop girl indeed!" But I don't intend that they shall carry out their nefarious plans. If— My good gracious me! there comes Mr. Barthonie now jogging along on his old gray horse just as if he wasn't bent on an errand of evil. They do say that old Barthorne is the head aud front of the whole business. I'll show him ! A reduction of salaries, indeed ! I dare say he means to wheedle a consent out of us beforehand, so that everything shall seem smooth to-morrow when the committee meet?. But he'll fiud that he has mistaken his customer this time." *" Little Alice began to tremble all over, and to grow pink and white by turns, after her usual fashion when she was dis¬ turbed. "I_I am so frightened!" hesitated she. "Please, may I go home ':"' "Yes, you little covvard," impatiently responded Miss:Negley ; "that is, if you haven't the courage to stand up for your¬ self and your rights." "But Mr. Barthorne has always beeu so kind to me," faltered Alice Hopkins, "and if hc should tell me that it was best, I almost know that I should con¬ sent to having my salary reduced. You know, dear Miss Negley, that if it hadn't been for Jiim, I never should have receiv¬ ed the appointment at all." "I don't wonder," said Miss Negley, apostrophizing the ceiling, "that they aren't willing to allow women the pri¬ vilege of suffrage in this benij+hted country. And you, Alice Hopkins, you may go home! You certainly will be of no'use at iiH to me in fighting this battle." ¦ Aud Alice, heartily thankful for this grudgingly-accorded reprieve,put the copy books into the desk-drawer, piled up the dictionary and definer, caught her little pink lawn sunbonnet from its nail, and vanished like a flying shadow into the nearest patch of cedar woods. Miss Negley sat very upri.ght, with folded arms und prominent elbows, hev noee slightly tincUired with the rosy hue of coming battle, her lips slightly com¬ pressed; while Mr. Barthorne, a pleasant- faced gentleman of five-and forty or thereabouts, trotted up to the school house door, leisurely dismounted, tied his horse to the hitching post, and, totally unconscious that he was observed, alike by MissNegley from her post of authority on the school room dais, and little Alice Ilopkius by the siiring iu \,he woods. paused to dust his boots with his yellow silk pockethandkerchief, and to adjust his thick, dark locks before he rapped on the door. "I'm glad I'm not there," said Alice Hopkins, with a long sigli of relief. And then haying cooled her face and hands in the transparent spring, she sat down to think. To her, a reduction of her scanty salary meant notliing less than starvation. As tilings were sho could- scarcely pay her board and other expenses. And sitting there in the shifting shadows of the wind-blown branches, she cried a little, to think how solitary and friendless she was in tlie world. Miss Negley, ho wever, was in a very dif¬ ferent mood. "Come in !" she had answered, brusque¬ ly, to the knock at the door, without taking the trouble to move from her sef^. And when Mr. Barthorne entered, lie espied her sitting stiff, silent, straight. ••Good afternoon, Miss Negley!" said the trustee, depositing his hat on the nearest desk and venturing on an apologetic bow. "Good afternoon, Mr. Barthorne !" Miss Negley ansM^ered, with just about as much warmth as an icicle in herjaddress. "I hope I do not intrude," said the trustee, civilly. "Oh. not at all!" said Miss Negley. "A—hem !" said the trustee, evidently ill at ease. "It ain't easy to broach the business I've come on, Miss Negley." "I should thiuk not," said the lady. "But I called just at this hour, wlien I expected to find you alone—" ¦•Oh, yes, I haven't any doubt that you did!" Miss Negley interrupted him, in accents of fine sarcasm. "Even you, Squire Barthorne, would ,be ashamed to hint at such a thing before the poor, dear children." "Ell y said Mr. Barthorne, instinctive¬ ly retreating a pace or two, for there was sometliing pytlioness-like in Miss Neg- ley's attitude, as she rose and darted iier head forward at him to emphasize her! words. ] •'I know what you're going (o say," i said Miss Negley, "'and 1 won't listen to a word of it—not one word ! No one but a set of narrow-minded miseisjcould have tliought ot it 1 I'll leave Wyndnle school first 1" '•Well. well, no harm done," said Mr. BarUiorne. clutching at his hat. "If I'd have known that you'd takeu things as hard as this—" '"Aow did you sujipose I was going to take 'em ?'' with a scornful laugii. "'•Did you miSvake me for the dust under your feet •:"' "I assure you. ma'am, that nothing of the sort was in my mind." humbly utter¬ ed Mr. Burthorne. "I wish you good afternoon. He hurried out, remounted his gray steed, which, poor beast, was just com¬ posing itself for a comfortable doze in the sunshine, and rode off, making, to Alice Hopkins' intense dismay, straight for the shady cedar-woods, w^here she still sat arranging ferns arouud the ribbon of her hat. "There's no use trying to run away," tliought she. "I may as well stay where I am. And after all, why should I be afraid of Mr. Barthorne ?" Mr. Barthorne checked his rein as he saw the pretty youngschool teacher there under the cedar. He! nodded pleasantly. "Fine day. Miss Alice!" said he wip¬ ing his brow with the identical yellow silk pocket handkerchief which had but now served as a duster for his boots. •'Yes," said Alice, starding like some fair wood nymph beside the spring. "Please, Mr. Barthorne, what did she say V" "What did who say ?" said the middle- aged gentleman, turning scarlet. "Miss Negley. Don't think me intru¬ sive" she added ; "but I know all about it." "The deuce you do!" said Mr. Bar¬ thorne. "Why, she wouldn't let me get a word iu edgewise—that's what she said. Perhaps, however, I've had a lucky escape!" "But you must own that it is hard," said Alice earnestly. •'IlardV" echoed Mr. Bartliorne. "I have supposed it would have suited her exactly! But," a new idea bursting athwart his brain, "there's as good lish in the sea as ever were caught out of it! Miss Alice, what would you say if I were to ask yon to be my wife V" Alice Hopkins looked at him in amaze¬ ment. 'I, Mr. Barthorne !" she exclaimed. "You are young enough to be my daughter, sure enough," said the worthy man, not without some bitterness. "But I'm not BO very old, either, and I've a good home to offer to any woman who will take pity upon my loneliness." "Loneliness V" Alice looked at Mr. Barthorne in sur¬ prise. It had never occurred to her little innocent heart that Mr. Barthrone, m the big white house, with the pair of horses and the close carriage, could ever be lonely.' And perhaps therewas some¬ thing in the dewy brightness of her eyes, as she raised them to Mr. Barthorne^s face, that emboldened him to plead his cause with more energy. "I should love you very dearly, Alice," he said, with a tremble in his voice. "1 would be very good to you. Won't you answer me, Alice ?" Her head drooped ; there was an instant of silence, and then she said in a low tone: "Yes, Mr. Barthorne, I'll marry you." He bent and kissed her forehead.' "You'll not regret it, my lass,"said lie. ¦'And you're the very girl I would have picked put of a thousand. I'm glad, now, that Miss Negley wouldn't listen to me. Alice started. "Oh, Mr. Barthorne," said she, "was that your errand ?" "Of course it was," said Barthorne. •'Dr. Smiley said she was tlie very woman I needed to regulate my household. But the moment I hinted at the subject, she as good as ordered me off the premises. Not that I'm sorry^or it. She has a face like a man, and a figure like a Prussian grenadier!" Alice broke out laughing. She could fancy exactly how Miss Negley had looked. There was comfort in the reflection that Miss Negley would never lecture her any more. Miss Negley battled with the committee next day, but in vain. The ruthless trustees reduced her salary one-half, and when it transpired, in some unaccountable way, that she had actually refused Mr. Barthrone (without being asked) she felt that life was indeed a failure. And the arrival of Alice Hopkins' wedding cards did not better matters. "Oh, dear, oh. dear !" she said, "I spoke too soon. Why didn't I wait to hear what Mr. Barthorne had to say before I answered in such a hurry •? My tongue ahvays was my besetting fault!" Sunduy's Xew York Sun. Weddings in City Hotels. A supremely indifferent gentleman, with Llonde mustache and au eye that glanced with a bored expression at who¬ ever fell under his notice, posed grace¬ fully behind the desk of a popular hotel not far from Twenty-third Fifth avenue yesterday I couldn't sit down, and not a sound could be heard on any side. Here I stood until I suspected that it was nightfall, when I ventured out, and was promptly met by the sexton. That worthy said it was not becoming of me to be seen about, and motioned me back into the room. I waited a dreary while, and at length my best man came bustling in. He had been gone twenty minutes. Then .we waited and waited, and re¬ hearsed the way we expected to walk out in front of the chancel until I was con¬ vinced that we acted liko a couple of Bowery song-and-dance men on dress parade. At last the hour arrived. I was as cold as ice. The wedding was in the English style, and I and my best man lost step and stumbled out by tlie chancel to wait for the bride. 1 had spent a month on the fit of my clothes and collars, and I'm not a vain man, but I'm blessed if I didn't liope I'd create some excitement. No one so much as glanced at me, and after the spectacle was ended, and I had climbed intd the carriage, I made up my mind that I'd rather be dead than go through it again. When we got back to the house everybody rushed off to help the bride put on her traveling dress, while I sat on the piano stool and listened to a lecture from her father on connu¬ bial felicity. But I had no place—no home—see V" "Yes, I see." " VVell, now, take a wedding at a ^otel, and the man and his wife start out on a perfect fair and square basis. It's give and take from the word go, and that's the correct thing in matromonial life. This is the way it is managed. The groom and the bride's father come here and make all the arrangements two weeks before the event. If they are wise they will also pay all bills in advance even to tipping the hall boys and waiters. Then they vvill not be bothered by de- street and |-mands for money during the festivities., afternoon. The bride and lier mother and friends Anon he toyed with the blonde mustache! como to the hotel some hours before the and stared frigidly at the porters, who j ceremony and busy themselves with the in turn looked askance at the superior | toilet. A suite of rooms is at their dis- genthnian, and waited wearily for a sum-j posal. with absolutelyevcryihiug at hand, moiis to the desk. :\Ien passed to and j Trained attendants of all kinds are fro—strong men. wealthy men, famous'at a moment's call, and no conven- men and dudes. Each of them looked | ience is hicking. The groom also iias a l.M)intedly at the mau wilh the blonde mustache, and vvhen they received a more or less hauglity recognition they seemed the happier for it. Jle vvas a hotel clerk. A rcjiortcr approached. Placidly the clerk stroked his mustache, while his face assumed an expression that indicated room, which is used as a sort of consola¬ tion aparanent by the friends of the de¬ ceased—I mean by the friends of tbe groom—who feel that it is necess-iry to have a conit'oiting nil) or a smoke before the deed is done. ••All this time the eleigynian and the members of the bride's and groom's tliat he was an attentive though not too | families are receiving their friends in the complaisant ]l.-slener. ^^^¦^^^^, yf p;i,.i(„s. At the proper moment "It is said—" began tlie reporter. '•How ?¦' asked the clerk, turning languidly ujioh the reporter. "—That people are often married in hotels. Have you ever heard of such weddings V" "Yes." "Often ?" "Often." After this the clerk cluinged his pose somewhat, flicked a speck of lint from his sleeve, and looked long and thought¬ fully at the reporter. Eventually the clerk made up his mind that he would converse. Then he smiled cordially upon the reporter, and said : "Been rather warm, hasn't it? Season¬ able, though. We havebeen uncowmonly busy here. What were you asking ? Oh yes, marriage. Great institution, isn't it. Well, it all comes in a lifetime, and I suppose we ought to be reconciled to it. I've been to a good many weddings, in¬ cluding my own. and I must say that for absolute freedom from responsibility and bother a hotel wedding fills the bill. You take a wedding at a private house, for instance, and how does the groom feel V Like a highwayman—an inter¬ loper. He has no place, no home. The entire family is engaged in rigging the bride up to kill, and the groom has to kick his heels in the back hall while the guests are in the parlor, or else mope iu tlie front basement. Tiien, whcH the desperate deed is done, the whole family fall upon the neck of the bride and bid her a tragic farewell as the groom takes her away. What does the groom get ? the procession is formed, and they all marcli into tiie pailor and are married. Then they file in to breakfast or sup[»er, whichever the case may be, without go¬ ing to the usual trouble of putting on their wraps and ii.4htiiig their way to their carriages. After all is over the well-balanced and evenly-started coiiple drive off together. Thus everything is accomplished without bustle, confusion, or unfairness, and there is no danger of the bride or the lady guests catching cold by exposure at the church door." "Are there many hotel weddings ?" "Bless you, yes. Many are not on the elaborate scale 1 have just outlined, though we had one here last week at which there were 400 guests, and even more extensive ones take place. Some¬ times people get married at a hotel be¬ cause there is sickness in the bride's family. There are other instances where a wealthy groom has hesitated to ask his swell friends to his sweetheart's humble home. Such a case occurred recently when a millionaire toy manufacturer married one of his factory girls. She was announced as a native of a small town in Massachusetts, but tho deception was so thin that even the employes of the house saw through it. She was a lovely girl. "A large proportion of hotel weddings are contracted by people living out of town. They come to New York for the tone of the thing, you know, and as they seldom have friends vvho keep house here they resort to the big hotels. Some of these couples are united in the public Several clammy handshakes and scowls pallors simply and quietly, while others are joined humbly in a single room. In such casas one of the hotel proprietors or the manager or clerk, or may be all of them, are calleu in to witness the cere¬ mony. Such weddings are usually good fun for us, and we sometimes give the newly married couple a little dinner, and we always kiss the bride." The clerk smiled a gentle adieu to the reporter at this point, gracefully assumed another posture, and resumed his haughty surveillance of the porters. of contempt, disgust and hate! "Then, take a church wedding. Ever married in a church ? No ? Well, I've been tliere. I never felt so desolate or woebegone or morose in my life as on that day. I knew, of course, from experience —I liad been married once before—that the most contemptible being on the face of the earth on a wedding day is the groom, and so I expected people to jump on me. But I hope I may never shave again if I expected to be frozen quite as cold as I was that day. My best man and I started for the church about 12 o'clock, so ns to be in good time for the wedding at l.tJO. -Tust as we got there my chum remembered that he had for¬ gotten the buttenhole bouquets for the ushers, and the extra carriage for the bride's mother's sisters, so he ruslied off like a cyclone. I went up to the church aud after getting my walking gloves all iron rust succeeded in making my way through the side gate. Tlien I had to thump for ten minutes on the door be¬ fore the sexton came. He looked at me contemptuously, said I seemed nervous, and showed me in the vestry room. It vvas chilly and deathlike. 1 had forgot- ton to wind my watch; my shoes were galling tight; the dust was so thick that Delagrave, weighed down with the trials of an unhappy life, wrinkled and tottering, strolls along Canal Street of a warm afternoon, assisted by a negro servant. Having a bare con.pelency. lie has never actually suffered from want; but he shows evidence of great mental anguish. The sight of a pill-box makes him shuddder, and the taste of clartt will give him convulsions. From the Xew Orloaus Tinios-Duinocrat. A Terrible Duel. A fatal but rather novel duel occurred in New Orleans over forty years ago. The young men were Henri Delagrave aud Alphonse llevier, and the cause of the duel was the success of the former in wooing Mme. Celestin. Keviere sought out Delagrave, and sound him in a gam¬ bling saloon. As he neared Delagrave the latter turned to confront him, when liivicre, with a voice that seemed to come from behind the door of a tomb, said: "Dehir grave, we cannot live on this globe to¬ gether ; it is not large enough." Pelagrave, quietly pufiing his cigarette. in a cold and impressive tone, repUed: "Yes; you annoy me. It would be better if you were dead." Riviere's face flushed, and reaching forward he laid the back of his hand against Delagrave's cheek. The game was at once interrup¬ ted. The slap, which was so light it did not even crimson the young man's cheek, was euough to call for blood, and leaving the house he sought an intimate friend ; to him he opened his lieart : "It must be a battle to the death." Such was the enmity between himself and Riviere, only a life could wipe it out. The old doctor, who had grown up, it might be said on the field, shrugged his shoulders and remonstrated, but at last acquiesced and said: "Very well, then ; it shall be to the death.'.' Few people knew what sort of a party it was driving down the shell road border¬ ing Bayou St. John. Two carriages stop¬ ped just on the bridge leading to the island formed there by the bifurcation of the bayou, and four gentleman alighted. Savalle, a well-known character here forty years ago, accompanied Riviere, and old Dr. Ilocquet, was with Dela¬ grave. The seconds had met previously and arranged everything, Delagrave, as he stepped from the carriage, looked fur¬ tively around for the cases of pistols, but seeing none, he vvas a little disconcerted. After walking about 100 yards from the carriages the party stopped and the doc¬ tor motioned them to approach closer. When they had done so, he called them by name and said : "Gentleman, we have discussed this matter nearly all of last night, and both Mr. Savelle and myself feel satisfied that there is no solution to the difference between you but the death of one." The two nodded. '•Therefore," the doctor went on, "we have agreed to make the arbitrament as fair as possible, and let fate decide." He took out a black morocco case, and from it produced a pill box containing four pellets, "One of these," said he, "contains a positive fatiil dose of prussic ascid. the other three are harmless. We have agreed that each shall swallow two of the pills, and let destiny decide." Savalle inclined his head, and said, as the representative of Riviere, he agreed. The two men were pale, almost blood¬ less, but not a nerve trembled or muscle contracted. '•Gentleman," said the doctor, "we will toss i'or the first pill.,' Savalle cried ont ••tails," as the glittering gold piece revolved in the air. It fell in a bunch of grass, tiie blades of which, being separat¬ ed, showed the coin with the reversed head of the Goddess of Liberty upper¬ most. "Mr. Delagrave, you have the first clioice," said the doctor. Reposing in the little box, the four little globes seemed the counterpart of each other. The closest scrutiny vv'ould not develop the slighest difference. Nature alone, through the physiological alembic of the human stomach, can tell of their properties. In one there rests the pall of eternity, the struggle for breath, the failing of sight, the panorama of years rushing in an instant through the mind, the silence aud peace of sleep forevermore, the cerements, the burial case, the solemn cortege, and the close, noisome atmosphere of the grave. All these were contained iu one of these little pellets. Delagrave, having won the first choice, stepped forward and took a pill. With a calmness which was frigid, he placed it on his tongue, and with a cup of clarit, handed liim by the doctor, washed it down. ''And now, M. Riviere,'' said the doc¬ tor. Riviere extended liis hand and took a pill. Like his opponent, he tlien swallowed it. The two men stood looking one another in the face. There was not a quiyer to the eyelid, not a twitch to a muscle. Each vvas thinking of himself as well as watching his adversary. One minute passed. Two minutes passed. Three. Four. Five. "Now, genllemen." This was the fatal choice. Both men were ready for the cast of the die. Sa¬ valle tossed the gold piece aloft and the doctor cried out •heads." •¦Heads" it vvas, and Delagrave took a pill from the box, leaving only one. '•Now," said the doctor, ''M. Riviere, the remaining one is for you. You will please swallow them together." The two men raised their hands at the same time and took a draught of the claret. One second passed, and there vvas no movement. Then—'Good God!" ex¬ claimed Riviere, his eyes starting from their sockets. He turned half around to the left, raised his hands above his head, and shrieked a long, wild shriek that belated travelers even to this day say they heard on the shell road, near the island. He fell prone to the earth, and, save a nervous contraction of the muscles of the face, there vvas uo movement. Delagrave took liim by the hand as he lay on the damp grass, and said in a tender voice : "1 regret it, but it^as to be." The funeral was one of the largest ever seen in New Orleans, and for weeks the cafes were agog with the story of the duel," The beautiful widow, horrified at the affair, would never see Delagrave' ¦ , , . , , , . , ; Tlii^; powder never viiiu'.s. A marvel ot purt- afterward, and is now a happy grandmere i ty, strength and wiiou-.-iomeness. ]\ioie eeono- i>„ T c I ,.¦ -1 ! niicil 1 hiiii t lie oniiniii'V l<iii<I«. iiiift oiiniiot be on Bayou liafource, having married a ;;\\Vi in oomi'taiUun wiiii tiie uiiiiiiu^ wealthy planter two years after the fatal test short w.-lt^Ur, alum or phosphate powrlers ^ '' "^ *^ \ Sold onlii m cans. KoiAi, i^A^I^a J'owcEii Co., event, io« vvaii si.,m. v. n-'o-^t tv Atlanta Constitution. A Strjiufije Scene in Court. Caiitersville, Ga.. July'16.—Last Saturday a most amusing incident occurred in the Justice Court at Eu- harlee. An old colored Baptist min¬ ister, by the name of Andrew Jackson Carter, had sued Pinkney Cayson, white, for $2o or $30, aud Cayson had pleaded a setoff" for a few dollars more than Carter's demand. When the case vvas sounded for trial both parties announced ready. The plaintiff was represented by W. J. Neel and the defendant by S. K. Attaway, both prominent young lawyers of this city. The testimony, which vvas rather long and conflicting, was finally concluded, and the young lawyers proceeded with their s])eechcs. After discussing the law and the facts awhile. Mr. Attaway, who by the way is a Methodist, opened his batteries upon the old darkey and dealt him some heavy blows, saying among other things that while there were per¬ haps some good men among the negro preachers, as a class they were very great rascals, and that the Baptist negro preachers were the worst of all. Mr. Neel who by the way is a Baptist, had the conclusion, and after giving the law and the facts a passing notice, decided to say something in defense of the moral char¬ acter of his client. In this he grew earnest and eloquent, and the old darkey became very attentive and solemn, and gieat big tears stood in his eyes, and the cor.rt and t!ie crowd looked serious. Tlie siieaker having suc¬ ceeded in moving his audience was him¬ self moved, and closed by saying in a solemn and pathetic manner: "May it please your honor, my poor client, instead of all this tirade and abuse, ought to have the welcome plaudit, 'well done, thou good and faithful servant,' for thus de¬ voting his time and talents in pointing his people to the Lamb of God that taketh away the sins of the world." This vvas more than the old darkey could bear and, with the tears running down his cheeks, he raised his hands and eyes heavenward, fell upon his knees and said : "Let us jiue in prayer." The Court, lawyers and bj'standers looked on in amazement while'theold darkey prayed a most earnest prayer at the top of his voice. At the conclusion of the prayer the Court rendered a judgment in fcivor of the plaintiff for $1.G0 and cost of suit. Who vvill now say that the prayers of the righteous are not heard and answered in justice court. Some bad boys put mud on the banis¬ ters leading up a stairway in a certain public school in Baltimore. When the teacher went up he got his hand in it. Entering the school-room in an angry manner, he said: "Who put that mud on the stair-rail ?" The boys preserved an eloquent silence, and every mother's sou of them looked as innocent as lambs. "I want to know what boy was guilty of that dirty trick ? I'll thrash him with¬ in an inch of his life!" said the deeply incensed teacher. But the silence was absolutely golden. "Does anybody in this school know who had a hand in that mud ?" again asked the teacher. 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Title | Marietta register |
Subject | Newspapers Pennsylvania Lancaster County Marietta ; Newspapers Pennsylvania Marietta. |
Description | A paper from the small community of Marietta, Pa., which was famous for religious tolerance and abolition advocacy. Issues from January 06, 1883-December 27, 1890. Run may have a few issues missing. |
Place of Publication | Marietta, Pa. |
Contributors | Percy P. Schock |
Date | 1883-07-28 |
Location Covered | Marietta, Pa. ; Lancaster County (Pa.) |
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PERCY P. SCHOCK,
Au Independent Family Journal, Devoted to News, Literature, Agriculture, and General Intelligence.
TEIl3i8™$2 PEll ANNUM
DISCOUNT rOK rKKrAY3Ii:NT.
Establislied in 1854.
JIARIETTA, PA., SATURDAY, JULY 28, 1883.
Vol. XXIX, Xo. 52.
Speaking Too Soou.
It was a sunshiny May day, with an im¬ mense bee booming among tlie lilacs and peonies, in the school garden, an intense glow of golden light on the grass, and a •dreamy languor in tlie air that made Alice Hopkins sleepy in spite of herself, as she sat with the little children's copy- liooks in a pile before Ler, inscribing the month's marks upon their covers, ac¬ cording to their respective merits.
Alice was scarcely more than a child, herself. Barely nineteen, with a slight, young figure, a color that came and went at the slightest variation of her pulse, and pleasing hazel eyes, it was the hardest work ill the world to assume the dignity that was necessary for her positiou as as¬ sistant teacher.
'•I never saw such babyishness in my life!" said Miss Negley, the priucipal; "aud I shall not put up with it, Miss Hopkins—don't you think it! Dignity, in the educational line, is everything. And 1 do not call it fitting to be racing around with the children in their noon¬ day games, and dressing a corn-cob doll on the sly for little Priscilla Jones, to say nothing about bursting out crying like a great baby, when Billy Smith killed the robin-redbreast with a stone. Dignity. Miss Hopkins—dignity should ever be the watchword of our profession."
Miss Negley was tall and grim, with heavy black hair, a sallow complexion, several missing front teeth, and something very like a moustache.
Alice Hopkins cowered before her se¬ vere glance.
'I'm very sorry!" faltered she. ''I'll try to be good."
'More like a child than ever!" said Miss Xcgley, despairingly.
"I—I mean." Alice tried to correct her- self_'X will endeavor to set agu.ud upon my rash impulses."
"That sounds more like it !" said Miss Negley. "And now, Alice, seelhere! I expect some of the school trustees here to-morrow."
"Oh, dear, said Alice, rcnieniberiii;^- the signal failure of her class upon a similar occasion, not so very long ago, "It isn't anoiher examination. I hope ?''
"Worse tliiui that-" said Miss Negley —'far worse ! '
Alice lifted her hazel eyes in amaze¬ ment. Wiiat could possibly be worse than Fanny Dow s[>elling cat with a k. and J^-ucy Mallcy asserting tiiat IlaUi- more was situated on llie Iclt bank of the N ile.
"There is a pioposition on foot to re¬ duce our salaries." said Mi.ss Xegley. "Actually, to reduce our salaries I"
"Oh," said Alice. "But mine is very small already.- Only one hundred dollars a year. I don't think tiiey cau reduce it
much."
"They can reduce it to fifty, can't they !" said Miss Negley, shortly.
"In that ca.se." ventured Alice, "I could go and be a shop girl in my uncle's store in the city. Oue must live."
"You've no proper pride," said Miss Negley. "A shop girl indeed!" But I don't intend that they shall carry out their nefarious plans. If— My good gracious me! there comes Mr. Barthonie now jogging along on his old gray horse just as if he wasn't bent on an errand of evil. They do say that old Barthorne is the head aud front of the whole business. I'll show him ! A reduction of salaries, indeed ! I dare say he means to wheedle a consent out of us beforehand, so that everything shall seem smooth to-morrow when the committee meet?. But he'll fiud that he has mistaken his customer this time." *"
Little Alice began to tremble all over, and to grow pink and white by turns, after her usual fashion when she was dis¬ turbed.
"I_I am so frightened!" hesitated she. "Please, may I go home ':"'
"Yes, you little covvard," impatiently responded Miss:Negley ; "that is, if you haven't the courage to stand up for your¬ self and your rights."
"But Mr. Barthorne has always beeu so kind to me," faltered Alice Hopkins, "and if hc should tell me that it was best, I almost know that I should con¬ sent to having my salary reduced. You know, dear Miss Negley, that if it hadn't been for Jiim, I never should have receiv¬ ed the appointment at all."
"I don't wonder," said Miss Negley, apostrophizing the ceiling, "that they aren't willing to allow women the pri¬ vilege of suffrage in this benij+hted country. And you, Alice Hopkins, you may go home! You certainly will be of no'use at iiH to me in fighting this battle."
¦ Aud Alice, heartily thankful for this grudgingly-accorded reprieve,put the copy books into the desk-drawer, piled up the dictionary and definer, caught her little pink lawn sunbonnet from its nail, and vanished like a flying shadow into the nearest patch of cedar woods.
Miss Negley sat very upri.ght, with folded arms und prominent elbows, hev noee slightly tincUired with the rosy hue of coming battle, her lips slightly com¬ pressed; while Mr. Barthorne, a pleasant- faced gentleman of five-and forty or thereabouts, trotted up to the school house door, leisurely dismounted, tied his horse to the hitching post, and, totally unconscious that he was observed, alike by MissNegley from her post of authority on the school room dais, and little Alice Ilopkius by the siiring iu \,he woods.
paused to dust his boots with his yellow silk pockethandkerchief, and to adjust his thick, dark locks before he rapped on the door.
"I'm glad I'm not there," said Alice Hopkins, with a long sigli of relief.
And then haying cooled her face and hands in the transparent spring, she sat down to think.
To her, a reduction of her scanty salary meant notliing less than starvation. As tilings were sho could- scarcely pay her board and other expenses.
And sitting there in the shifting shadows of the wind-blown branches, she cried a little, to think how solitary and friendless she was in tlie world.
Miss Negley, ho wever, was in a very dif¬ ferent mood.
"Come in !" she had answered, brusque¬ ly, to the knock at the door, without taking the trouble to move from her sef^.
And when Mr. Barthorne entered, lie espied her sitting stiff, silent, straight.
••Good afternoon, Miss Negley!" said the trustee, depositing his hat on the nearest desk and venturing on an apologetic bow.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Barthorne !" Miss Negley ansM^ered, with just about as much warmth as an icicle in herjaddress.
"I hope I do not intrude," said the trustee, civilly.
"Oh. not at all!" said Miss Negley.
"A—hem !" said the trustee, evidently ill at ease. "It ain't easy to broach the business I've come on, Miss Negley."
"I should thiuk not," said the lady.
"But I called just at this hour, wlien I expected to find you alone—"
¦•Oh, yes, I haven't any doubt that you did!" Miss Negley interrupted him, in accents of fine sarcasm. "Even you, Squire Barthorne, would ,be ashamed to hint at such a thing before the poor, dear children."
"Ell y said Mr. Barthorne, instinctive¬ ly retreating a pace or two, for there was sometliing pytlioness-like in Miss Neg- ley's attitude, as she rose and darted iier head forward at him to emphasize her! words. ]
•'I know what you're going (o say," i said Miss Negley, "'and 1 won't listen to a word of it—not one word ! No one but a set of narrow-minded miseisjcould have tliought ot it 1 I'll leave Wyndnle school first 1"
'•Well. well, no harm done," said Mr. BarUiorne. clutching at his hat. "If I'd have known that you'd takeu things as hard as this—"
'"Aow did you sujipose I was going to take 'em ?'' with a scornful laugii. "'•Did you miSvake me for the dust under your feet •:"'
"I assure you. ma'am, that nothing of the sort was in my mind." humbly utter¬ ed Mr. Burthorne. "I wish you good afternoon.
He hurried out, remounted his gray steed, which, poor beast, was just com¬ posing itself for a comfortable doze in the sunshine, and rode off, making, to Alice Hopkins' intense dismay, straight for the shady cedar-woods, w^here she still sat arranging ferns arouud the ribbon of her hat.
"There's no use trying to run away," tliought she. "I may as well stay where I am. And after all, why should I be afraid of Mr. Barthorne ?"
Mr. Barthorne checked his rein as he saw the pretty youngschool teacher there under the cedar. He! nodded pleasantly.
"Fine day. Miss Alice!" said he wip¬ ing his brow with the identical yellow silk pocket handkerchief which had but now served as a duster for his boots.
•'Yes," said Alice, starding like some fair wood nymph beside the spring. "Please, Mr. Barthorne, what did she say V"
"What did who say ?" said the middle- aged gentleman, turning scarlet.
"Miss Negley. Don't think me intru¬ sive" she added ; "but I know all about
it."
"The deuce you do!" said Mr. Bar¬ thorne. "Why, she wouldn't let me get a word iu edgewise—that's what she said. Perhaps, however, I've had a lucky escape!"
"But you must own that it is hard," said Alice earnestly.
•'IlardV" echoed Mr. Bartliorne. "I have supposed it would have suited her exactly! But," a new idea bursting athwart his brain, "there's as good lish in the sea as ever were caught out of it! Miss Alice, what would you say if I were to ask yon to be my wife V"
Alice Hopkins looked at him in amaze¬ ment.
'I, Mr. Barthorne !" she exclaimed.
"You are young enough to be my daughter, sure enough," said the worthy man, not without some bitterness. "But I'm not BO very old, either, and I've a good home to offer to any woman who will take pity upon my loneliness."
"Loneliness V"
Alice looked at Mr. Barthorne in sur¬ prise. It had never occurred to her little innocent heart that Mr. Barthrone, m the big white house, with the pair of horses and the close carriage, could ever be lonely.' And perhaps therewas some¬ thing in the dewy brightness of her eyes, as she raised them to Mr. Barthorne^s face, that emboldened him to plead his cause with more energy.
"I should love you very dearly, Alice," he said, with a tremble in his voice. "1 would be very good to you. Won't you answer me, Alice ?"
Her head drooped ; there was an instant
of silence, and then she said in a low tone:
"Yes, Mr. Barthorne, I'll marry you."
He bent and kissed her forehead.'
"You'll not regret it, my lass,"said lie. ¦'And you're the very girl I would have picked put of a thousand. I'm glad, now, that Miss Negley wouldn't listen to me.
Alice started.
"Oh, Mr. Barthorne," said she, "was that your errand ?"
"Of course it was," said Barthorne. •'Dr. Smiley said she was tlie very woman I needed to regulate my household. But the moment I hinted at the subject, she as good as ordered me off the premises. Not that I'm sorry^or it. She has a face like a man, and a figure like a Prussian grenadier!"
Alice broke out laughing. She could fancy exactly how Miss Negley had looked. There was comfort in the reflection that Miss Negley would never lecture her any more.
Miss Negley battled with the committee next day, but in vain. The ruthless trustees reduced her salary one-half, and when it transpired, in some unaccountable way, that she had actually refused Mr. Barthrone (without being asked) she felt that life was indeed a failure. And the arrival of Alice Hopkins' wedding cards did not better matters.
"Oh, dear, oh. dear !" she said, "I spoke too soon. Why didn't I wait to hear what Mr. Barthorne had to say before I answered in such a hurry •? My tongue ahvays was my besetting fault!"
Sunduy's Xew York Sun.
Weddings in City Hotels.
A supremely indifferent gentleman, with Llonde mustache and au eye that glanced with a bored expression at who¬ ever fell under his notice, posed grace¬ fully behind the desk of a popular hotel not far from Twenty-third Fifth avenue yesterday
I couldn't sit down, and not a sound could be heard on any side. Here I stood until I suspected that it was nightfall, when I ventured out, and was promptly met by the sexton. That worthy said it was not becoming of me to be seen about, and motioned me back into the room. I waited a dreary while, and at length my best man came bustling in. He had been gone twenty minutes. Then .we waited and waited, and re¬ hearsed the way we expected to walk out in front of the chancel until I was con¬ vinced that we acted liko a couple of Bowery song-and-dance men on dress parade. At last the hour arrived. I was as cold as ice. The wedding was in the English style, and I and my best man lost step and stumbled out by tlie chancel to wait for the bride. 1 had spent a month on the fit of my clothes and collars, and I'm not a vain man, but I'm blessed if I didn't liope I'd create some excitement. No one so much as glanced at me, and after the spectacle was ended, and I had climbed intd the carriage, I made up my mind that I'd rather be dead than go through it again. When we got back to the house everybody rushed off to help the bride put on her traveling dress, while I sat on the piano stool and listened to a lecture from her father on connu¬ bial felicity. But I had no place—no home—see V" "Yes, I see."
" VVell, now, take a wedding at a ^otel, and the man and his wife start out on a perfect fair and square basis. It's give and take from the word go, and that's the correct thing in matromonial life. This is the way it is managed. The groom and the bride's father come here and make all the arrangements two weeks before the event. If they are wise they will also pay all bills in advance even to tipping the hall boys and waiters. Then they vvill not be bothered by de- street and |-mands for money during the festivities., afternoon. The bride and lier mother and friends
Anon he toyed with the blonde mustache! como to the hotel some hours before the and stared frigidly at the porters, who j ceremony and busy themselves with the in turn looked askance at the superior | toilet. A suite of rooms is at their dis- genthnian, and waited wearily for a sum-j posal. with absolutelyevcryihiug at hand, moiis to the desk. :\Ien passed to and j Trained attendants of all kinds are fro—strong men. wealthy men, famous'at a moment's call, and no conven- men and dudes. Each of them looked | ience is hicking. The groom also iias a
l.M)intedly at the mau wilh the blonde mustache, and vvhen they received a more or less hauglity recognition they seemed the happier for it.
Jle vvas a hotel clerk.
A rcjiortcr approached. Placidly the clerk stroked his mustache, while his face assumed an expression that indicated
room, which is used as a sort of consola¬ tion aparanent by the friends of the de¬ ceased—I mean by the friends of tbe groom—who feel that it is necess-iry to have a conit'oiting nil) or a smoke before the deed is done.
••All this time the eleigynian and the members of the bride's and groom's
tliat he was an attentive though not too | families are receiving their friends in the complaisant ]l.-slener. ^^^¦^^^^, yf p;i,.i(„s. At the proper moment
"It is said—" began tlie reporter. '•How ?¦' asked the clerk, turning languidly ujioh the reporter.
"—That people are often married in hotels. Have you ever heard of such weddings V" "Yes." "Often ?" "Often."
After this the clerk cluinged his pose somewhat, flicked a speck of lint from his sleeve, and looked long and thought¬ fully at the reporter. Eventually the clerk made up his mind that he would converse. Then he smiled cordially upon the reporter, and said :
"Been rather warm, hasn't it? Season¬ able, though. We havebeen uncowmonly busy here. What were you asking ? Oh yes, marriage. Great institution, isn't it. Well, it all comes in a lifetime, and I suppose we ought to be reconciled to it. I've been to a good many weddings, in¬ cluding my own. and I must say that for absolute freedom from responsibility and bother a hotel wedding fills the bill. You take a wedding at a private house, for instance, and how does the groom feel V Like a highwayman—an inter¬ loper. He has no place, no home. The entire family is engaged in rigging the bride up to kill, and the groom has to kick his heels in the back hall while the guests are in the parlor, or else mope iu tlie front basement. Tiien, whcH the desperate deed is done, the whole family fall upon the neck of the bride and bid her a tragic farewell as the groom takes her away. What does the groom get ?
the procession is formed, and they all marcli into tiie pailor and are married. Then they file in to breakfast or sup[»er, whichever the case may be, without go¬ ing to the usual trouble of putting on their wraps and ii.4htiiig their way to their carriages. After all is over the well-balanced and evenly-started coiiple drive off together. Thus everything is accomplished without bustle, confusion, or unfairness, and there is no danger of the bride or the lady guests catching cold by exposure at the church door." "Are there many hotel weddings ?" "Bless you, yes. Many are not on the elaborate scale 1 have just outlined, though we had one here last week at which there were 400 guests, and even more extensive ones take place. Some¬ times people get married at a hotel be¬ cause there is sickness in the bride's family. There are other instances where a wealthy groom has hesitated to ask his swell friends to his sweetheart's humble home. Such a case occurred recently when a millionaire toy manufacturer married one of his factory girls. She was announced as a native of a small town in Massachusetts, but tho deception was so thin that even the employes of the house saw through it. She was a lovely girl.
"A large proportion of hotel weddings are contracted by people living out of town. They come to New York for the tone of the thing, you know, and as they seldom have friends vvho keep house here they resort to the big hotels. Some of these couples are united in the public
Several clammy handshakes and scowls pallors simply and quietly, while others
are joined humbly in a single room. In such casas one of the hotel proprietors or the manager or clerk, or may be all of them, are calleu in to witness the cere¬ mony. Such weddings are usually good fun for us, and we sometimes give the newly married couple a little dinner, and we always kiss the bride."
The clerk smiled a gentle adieu to the reporter at this point, gracefully assumed another posture, and resumed his haughty surveillance of the porters.
of contempt, disgust and hate!
"Then, take a church wedding. Ever married in a church ? No ? Well, I've been tliere. I never felt so desolate or woebegone or morose in my life as on that day. I knew, of course, from experience —I liad been married once before—that the most contemptible being on the face of the earth on a wedding day is the groom, and so I expected people to jump on me. But I hope I may never shave again if I expected to be frozen quite as cold as I was that day. My best man and I started for the church about 12 o'clock, so ns to be in good time for the wedding at l.tJO. -Tust as we got there my chum remembered that he had for¬ gotten the buttenhole bouquets for the ushers, and the extra carriage for the bride's mother's sisters, so he ruslied off like a cyclone. I went up to the church aud after getting my walking gloves all iron rust succeeded in making my way through the side gate. Tlien I had to thump for ten minutes on the door be¬ fore the sexton came. He looked at me contemptuously, said I seemed nervous, and showed me in the vestry room. It vvas chilly and deathlike. 1 had forgot- ton to wind my watch; my shoes were galling tight; the dust was so thick that
Delagrave, weighed down with the trials of an unhappy life, wrinkled and tottering, strolls along Canal Street of a warm afternoon, assisted by a negro servant. Having a bare con.pelency. lie has never actually suffered from want; but he shows evidence of great mental anguish. The sight of a pill-box makes him shuddder, and the taste of clartt will give him convulsions.
From the Xew Orloaus Tinios-Duinocrat.
A Terrible Duel.
A fatal but rather novel duel occurred in New Orleans over forty years ago. The young men were Henri Delagrave aud Alphonse llevier, and the cause of the duel was the success of the former in wooing Mme. Celestin. Keviere sought out Delagrave, and sound him in a gam¬ bling saloon.
As he neared Delagrave the latter turned to confront him, when liivicre, with a voice that seemed to come from behind the door of a tomb, said: "Dehir grave, we cannot live on this globe to¬ gether ; it is not large enough."
Pelagrave, quietly pufiing his cigarette.
in a cold and impressive tone, repUed: "Yes; you annoy me. It would be better if you were dead." Riviere's face flushed, and reaching forward he laid the back of his hand against Delagrave's cheek. The game was at once interrup¬ ted. The slap, which was so light it did not even crimson the young man's cheek, was euough to call for blood, and leaving the house he sought an intimate friend ; to him he opened his lieart : "It must be a battle to the death." Such was the enmity between himself and Riviere, only a life could wipe it out.
The old doctor, who had grown up, it might be said on the field, shrugged his shoulders and remonstrated, but at last acquiesced and said: "Very well, then ; it shall be to the death.'.'
Few people knew what sort of a party it was driving down the shell road border¬ ing Bayou St. John. Two carriages stop¬ ped just on the bridge leading to the island formed there by the bifurcation of the bayou, and four gentleman alighted. Savalle, a well-known character here forty years ago, accompanied Riviere, and old Dr. Ilocquet, was with Dela¬ grave. The seconds had met previously and arranged everything, Delagrave, as he stepped from the carriage, looked fur¬ tively around for the cases of pistols, but seeing none, he vvas a little disconcerted. After walking about 100 yards from the carriages the party stopped and the doc¬ tor motioned them to approach closer. When they had done so, he called them by name and said : "Gentleman, we have discussed this matter nearly all of last night, and both Mr. Savelle and myself feel satisfied that there is no solution to the difference between you but the death of one." The two nodded. '•Therefore," the doctor went on, "we have agreed to make the arbitrament as fair as possible, and let fate decide." He took out a black morocco case, and from it produced a pill box containing four pellets, "One of these," said he, "contains a positive fatiil dose of prussic ascid. the other three are harmless. We have agreed that each shall swallow two of the pills, and let destiny decide." Savalle inclined his head, and said, as the representative of Riviere, he agreed.
The two men were pale, almost blood¬ less, but not a nerve trembled or muscle contracted.
'•Gentleman," said the doctor, "we will toss i'or the first pill.,' Savalle cried ont ••tails," as the glittering gold piece revolved in the air. It fell in a bunch of grass, tiie blades of which, being separat¬ ed, showed the coin with the reversed head of the Goddess of Liberty upper¬ most. "Mr. Delagrave, you have the first clioice," said the doctor.
Reposing in the little box, the four little globes seemed the counterpart of each other. The closest scrutiny vv'ould not develop the slighest difference. Nature alone, through the physiological alembic of the human stomach, can tell of their properties. In one there rests the pall of eternity, the struggle for breath, the failing of sight, the panorama of years rushing in an instant through the mind, the silence aud peace of sleep forevermore, the cerements, the burial case, the solemn cortege, and the close, noisome atmosphere of the grave. All these were contained iu one of these little pellets. Delagrave, having won the first choice, stepped forward and took a pill. With a calmness which was frigid, he placed it on his tongue, and with a cup of clarit, handed liim by the doctor, washed it down.
''And now, M. Riviere,'' said the doc¬ tor. Riviere extended liis hand and took a pill.
Like his opponent, he tlien swallowed it.
The two men stood looking one another in the face. There was not a quiyer to the eyelid, not a twitch to a muscle. Each vvas thinking of himself as well as watching his adversary. One minute passed. Two minutes passed. Three. Four. Five. "Now, genllemen."
This was the fatal choice. Both men were ready for the cast of the die. Sa¬ valle tossed the gold piece aloft and the doctor cried out •heads." •¦Heads" it vvas, and Delagrave took a pill from the box, leaving only one. '•Now," said the doctor, ''M. Riviere, the remaining one is for you. You will please swallow them together."
The two men raised their hands at the same time and took a draught of the claret.
One second passed, and there vvas no movement. Then—'Good God!" ex¬ claimed Riviere, his eyes starting from their sockets. He turned half around to the left, raised his hands above his head, and shrieked a long, wild shriek that belated travelers even to this day say they heard on the shell road, near the island.
He fell prone to the earth, and, save a nervous contraction of the muscles of the face, there vvas uo movement.
Delagrave took liim by the hand as he lay on the damp grass, and said in a tender voice : "1 regret it, but it^as to be."
The funeral was one of the largest ever seen in New Orleans, and for weeks the cafes were agog with the story of the duel," The beautiful widow, horrified at the affair, would never see Delagrave' ¦ , , . ,
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