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THE INDIANAPOLIS JOURNAL, SUNDAY", TUNS 10, 1833 TT73LVE FAQ-US,
TrinUd by SpcUl ArTMnaement-Copyrfyla! ISM.
BARBAEY.
A Story of Farm Life in Illinois.
BY BIHS. E. V. WILSON.
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Yes, I was at his fint wife's funeral, an' If
anybody had told me 'at in a little more'n a
year I'd & ben bU second I'd said they was crazy.
Yro sea, tny third cousin, Martha Jane Holly,
aha that was Marthy Jana Spaldin', lived ia his
neighborhood an' I was visits cf bar when his
first died, an' Marthy Jana tuk me along
to tha funeral. It was a dreadful dull day
In February an' that muddy the team could
hardly pull cs. An when we drur up to the
hou? e I thought it waa just about tha lonesom
est plaee I had ever seen. Tha house was a
great bi two-story frame with nine windows
an a big front door; and the yard hadn't a tree
or bush ia it 'Law sates. Marthy Janel' says
I, 'what a barn of a homer
Well says she. its braa rsw; they ilst
moved in it this f alL
"There was a eizht cf folks in tha house, aa
I got in somehow 'mong the women, an' tried to
look 'round some, but I cot sort o' interested ia
the talk. One o' the women said, 'What a pity
twaa Miae Hillyer bad to die jess as ahe got
settled ia the new house. An' another one said,
She'd noticed many a time whea folks built fine
housea one or t'other of 'em died. Tnen a right
old woman spoke up. an' says she, That's non
sense. Matildy Hillyer killed herself, so ahe
did. Her an then two slips of girls done all
the work for the men 'at built this yer house,
an' for the hands 'at worked tbe farm, an' the
laa' time I eee her she told me ahe made a hun
dred yards o' rag carpet, wove it an' all1 'What
made berr interrupted another woman.
- 'Nobody mado her,' said tbe old woman.
She's that bigoted. I tole her 'twonldn't pay,
but she said Squire was sot on hevin' the bigesst
house on the prairie, aa' they got the work done
cheaper by boardin' of the men, an she's bona
to her carpets
' 'I doa't care,' broke ia my third cousin,
Marthy Jane Holly. 'It's her own fault Ef
she'd managed tbe 'Squire right he'd never built
sich a bouse. She tole me she wanted a littler
one, handy and foil of closets, but the 'Squire
wanted tbe big one. Now, I say ef she'd managed-'
M,0 pih&w!" laid the old woman. 'Mist
Holly, yon dunoo what you'e talkin 'bout The
woman that'll manage Sam Hillyer ain't born.'
"At this minit a man came to the door of the
kitchen. where we was sittin' an said, "All as
wanted to look at the corpse please walk in." 1
went in with the rest aa tuk a look at the pore
critter, an' went on through the room where ahe
lay serosa a great hall into another big room, an'
I thought a hundred, yards o' carpet wouldn't be,
gin to cover all them floors. My! but they
looked cold an dreary, an' I said to Marthy Jane
Holly when we got back to their cozy little
bouse, that it 'peered to me Td freeze to death
there.
"Wall, whea my visit was out I went home,
an' I declare I never thought once of him; bat
alone about Christmas what does Marthy Jane
Holly's man do but come down to our house
with him In a eleixh. You might o' upsot me
with a feather when they walked in.
You se I was nigh onto thirty-fire an not
Mtir.' extra. ntA lrwVm' IM ahont eonelnded na
body'd ever want me for a wife; bnt the long
and short of it was be bad beard about ma, an'
be said be waa lonesome an' bis children needed
lookin' after, an' I tell you he's a good talker;
an' Marthy Jane Holty came to eee me,
an' said all he neaded was tbe right kind
of a woman to manage him; that he waa
a rood pervider, and an bad about as good a
farm as thare waa In the eounty; an' my brother
Jim aa I waa livin with an Cynthy his wife
ahe was Cynthy Smith old Tom Smith's daugh
ter you know they said it was a splendid
chance for me; they knowed I could get along
with him an so I give in; but I sort o' mistrusted
that air sot mouth of his all the time. But, as I
said. I 'greed to bev him . at last an' we waa
married at brother Jim's early ia March, an'
Jim an' Cynthy gir me a right nice weddia
dinnir. I will aay that fer 'em, an' what's more
I always will believe they thought it was a good
thing fer a old maid like me to git to be Mrs.
'Souir. Hillver.
"I fait a little jubious about bis children
wan tin' a step-mother. You see. the oldest girl,
Emilr. waa about eighteen, an' I thought maybe
she liked bein' boss; but laws, she 'peered glad
when I come, an had a real nice supper ready;
an' Barbry. the next girl, waa a amilin. too;
an', I beard her tell tbe boy there was three
of them, from fourteen down to tea years old
that lib lika4 my looks.
"Well, I kia tell you, it wasn't long afore I
-A nMnkirln' Vim WA BO AtlT matter:
and Emily waa hie plater. Whn he wanted a
thing done it had to he done his way; an she
waa like him; and ao ther didn't
agree very well, an be harm tbe
power she hed to giro up; and
o she was most aisys in a bad humor. The
brtj-s. too, especially Steve, the oldest of the
three, waa everlastiu' quarrelin. So I be&un to
think afore many weeka that I'd better staid
einel. tTto if t wasn't pleasant livin' with sis
ter In-laws; an' ef it hadn't been for Barbry I
don know what I'd a dun: bnt Barbry dear,
dear, I cnokeupyet when I think of her. She
was so pretty, with her big blue eyes an' white
akin an' red month. ., ,, ,
I can't somehow help likin goodlookia
folks; an' I do think it's a real misfortune fer a
girl to be ug'y. Mebbe I'm wrong, but I know
I alleys felt it was to me; an the
minit I see Barbry I liked her. and
the more I eee her the more I
liked ber. She wan that awcet in her ways;
t v a . a-Mi at a a ai in r fti mm ytim
from the start, which is mora than Emly baa to
this day. An' I soon see ehe was his favrite.
Not aa be said so; but I could see bis eves foller
in'her as she went slngio 'round tha house, an
then ehe neYer eaid nothin' back to him. no odda
what he said. Emly, pora thing, never could
bold that tongue of hern. Not that ahe wasn t
right often an' him wrong; but what'a the use or
bangin'your head agin a stone wall, I sir.
. . J V .1- 1.n.Vv tn. mt-mmlt lilt!. fer
all it hurt mighty bad whan I thought of Mar
thy Jane Holly and Cyntby talkin' o' mansgin
him. I did try to better things at first There
was so much hard work. Yoa se. there was
nine io tneismuy. cuunuu
nini coin to m:lk. an toe enic k-
r - - tftrAmn. an wa women had all them
ens an' the garden, an' we women naa an inem
to tend ten an I says one day, Ef you d let the
girl part of the hutter Tno"X
wires don't you think they d like it! Oirls
wanU a little) money snmtime. He jist gimme
f one look out o' thm eteely eyes of hia an aays
he, Tha butter . ao ?6
wars boucnt- the groceries. 0 , '!
not b puttin'fool notiona in them children a
hads, an' his mouth abet down like a t&x-it&v,
an vou better know I husbed up: but I kep a.
thinkin. Wimmen will, yon know, an I tbongbs
he calls m children. Well. I kin tell him
they're past that; an' ef I ain't fooled Emlyll
ahow biro pretty aoon. fur I'd see her an one o
the handa together a good dal He wasa nice
eoouah young man, eo I didn't meddle, vbatd
ben the us.? Well, after a while I found out
'at Barbry wanted a orgnn awful bad; an
tha school tnlse ?at taught the deeetnet
school, wnere the three boys went to
school all winter, he'd got the spring term aa
wanted to' board at oar house, an' said ef Bar
bary bed a organ she'd learn her to play fur
her board. So I thought I'd taekle him agin,
an' I was aa eunnin as I knowed bow to be. I
aaid bow good Barbry was an how she could
aioelke bird; an how we'd all enjoy musie,
' an it wouldn't cot much. But laws! I might
aa well talked to tbe wind. II sot that mouth
of bU'n an' aays, saye he: My girJe'ean play on
the washboard; that'a the insterment their,
mother bed, an' I won't her no flnniky sehool
m;ss boardin' bar puttin things in tbeir
harfs. Tnere's a lettle more o that now than I
''That's a bit at me you see, but laws! I didn't
care I guess I e too old to be in Ioto when
I married, an' somehow be didn't make me feel
Tery sentimental, as tbey eall it. I sot out to
do roy duty, though, an' I tried to do it I tola
Barbry it waa ro nso talkin' 'bout a organ, an'
ahe eried ao' eaid, Ef pap was a pore man I
wouldn't want it. But he's rich anr he might
let ua be a little like other folk, an ma,' she
' c ef mr mtner bedn't had eich a bard
time I W.wTa the'd bea a UtIu' y.t but I
cueas pap didn't mean It. I ought to be asham
ed. And she wiped hr eyea and went up
atairs Well, things went on the same way, but
I was get tin' to think lots of the children. The
.nh ometime. but I allays liked
dots an' nsver told tal, an' wheo Stef e wanted
me to praise his colt-for bis pan bed gire him
T M n or Bob wanted me to r'.Ta hia calf
mor7'n uVThare of milk, or little Tom wanted
anything I could get fer him. I allays homered
VrJ an' 1 knew tbey liked me ef 1 wasn't their
bedeu awf ol lot tl work the summer
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fur he said he was bound to pay fer a twenty
acre pasture he had jest bought, an' so
we . had to be up airly an late.
Yoa ' see, he pot two more cows,
and hired another band; an' I declare it was like
a big hotel, only I believe it waa harder. An' I
thousht he'd work bisself too death, too; fur
there wasn't a lazy bose in his body; an the
boys I waa sorry fur the little fellers. It aeems
to me folks think children nerer pets tired.
Why, I've knowed Bob to be that wore ont that
he'd crawl np stairs at night on his handl and
knees; but I couldn't do nothin, only be good
to 'em.
"Welf, one day he fell ont with tha hand'
thet I'd seen Emly liked, an' turned him off
right in harrest time. too. An' thet didn't help
matters, for Emly Bulked, an the man was a
good worker, an' his Dlace couldn't be filled.
An' so the 'Squire waa erosa aa a bear. An' him
an' Emly bad eereral fusses, an' at last ehe told
him she was going to marry Sam White tbet
was tha feller'e name. Mjf I'll nerer forget
ibet time. But it'a no use talkin' it oyer. Emly
faced her pap to the last; an' me and Barbry
cried. An' it ended ia Emly packin' np her
thiasrs an' goin to one of the neighbors. An' I
must say I don't believe what came afterwards
wonld hate happened if Emly hadn't aegar
Tated him ia the way ahe did.
0f course it wasn't any easier on me an
Barbry after Emly was gone, tbongh I do eay
the hired men waa awful clever helpin' us when
ever they could; an I says to Barbry one day,
'don't yon fall in love with aoy ooe of them
boys, far I eau't spare you.' An she laughed,
anT her face turned red. An' you eonld 'a upsot
me with a feather when ahe aays. cried like, 'I
won't, ma; I'm engaged to Phil Thomas.' 'Bar
bry Hillver,' saya I, 'you ain't no such thine!'
Yea I am, ma,' abeaays; 'but we're goin' to wait
till he's of aee; be'a only turned twenty now."
Dear me,' thinks I, 'what will the 'Sauire say.'
You see I nevard thought of Barbry earin' fer
anybody. All the young fellers in the neigh
borhood took every chance to be with her an'
waa comin' to the house ou errands,
or to eee Steve, an' hangin
round Sundays. But laws! I never
thought of her earin' more for one than totber.
An' wondered how it would torn out. Phil was
a nice boy. but bis folks wasn't very well off. an
I felt worried. An'eo tbe time went on. Har
vest waa over, an' Emly married, an' her man,
we heard, bad rented a farm In the neighbor
hood; when one day. Barbry an' me bein' busy
in the kiteben, the Sqoire eome in, seemin' in a
mighty good humor, an' he says, 'I tell you,
mother be called me that nearly always 'I've
bad a streak of luck. I got a big price for
Selira. an' he's gone.' Now Selira was the name
Steve bad given hia colt; an I aaya, Selira!
Why, you surely haven't sold Steve'e eoitr He
laughed. 'Steve's eolt,' be said, 'bat my horse;
tbe beast's over four years old.' 'Ob. cap!' said
Barbry, you onehtn:t done it; Steve loved
him so.'
'111 give him the blaek colt,' aaid pap; 'an' a
new suit of clothes; that'll make it all right.'
But It didn't. When Steve found hi horse had
been eold be flew into a dreadful rage. An' I
couldn't blame him, though I tried to pacify
him, tellin' him his pap had a right to do as he
pleased. 'He bed no right to sell my horse.'
eried the boy; 'he gave him to me rieht at first,
an' I raised him, an' he'd nicker to me, an' let
me do anything with him, an' I loved him: an
fnr pap to aell bim, without even tellin' me, he's
no better than a horse-thief.'
Ob, Stever,' says I, 'don't talk so it'a
wicked. But the boy waa wild. 'It's not
wicked to tell the truth.' he said. 'What 'd he
give him to oe fur if be was goin' to sell him!
I ear he ia a thief to aell what didn't belong to
bim!' Oh, dear, dear! Hie pap heerd Steve, fur
list then he came in an grabbed the boy by the
collar and flung bim aeross the room. The poor
fellow staggered and saved bimrelf from falling;
an' the 'Squire eaught bim again, kieked him
savaxely and openieg the door threw him into
the rard. You needn't think Steve didn't
bow fight. Bot what eonld a slender lad of
fifteen do against a strong man! I waa
that acered I couldn't move or - speak.
Aad aa fur Barbry. she was white as a sneet as
her pan shot the door on Steve and turned
around. He looked at us a minnte, his eyea waa
alarm' an' bis face red as fire. on git to work,
miss; an as fur you,' be said to me, -you let
that boy alone; noneo' your Pttia him. Do
youbearr I didn't say a word, an' he went in
the room baoin the door to after him.
We looked at each other. Then Barbry,
with her white face set sort o like her father
walked to the kitcban door, opened it,
an went out in the darkness, for it
was a cloudy evenine. And sapper waa
late, owin' to tn11, f
work in the lower meadow; I dished np tbe meal
and called all hands; but neither Barory or
Steve came In an' we ate witnoul em. I was
mighty feared their pap would ask for em, but
be didn't Ao'aa soon aa tbe men went ont of
tbe kitchen 1 weot to look far 'em. I soon found
Barbrv ; she waa tettin on tbe back ooreh erym.
Bot eba wouldn't say one thing about Steve.
She dried her eyee an helped do np the wori
an' then went up stairs, said her bead ached aa
she was roin to bed. I bad to go in the room
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'as it was bed-time an' I didn't know what to do.
I slipped out an' bunted for Steve. Then I
went uo stairs, thinkin' mebbe he'd crone around
the house to the front door. .Bnt he hadn't, an'
the boys sail tbey hadn't saw him. So I had to
say before I lay, down, 'I guess Steve ain't in tbe
house.' ...
".'Let him stay out (ben, said the 'Squire,
angry as ever. He hadn't spoke to me all tbe
evenin' since the fuss. . 'I'll let him know I'm
boss here.'
"I didn't sleep much that night an' I thought,
well, Sally Humphry was a happier woman
than Mrs. 'Squire Hillyer.' I reckon, but Mrs.
does soond better.' Not a word was said in the
morning till breakfast waa called. Then little
Tom asked for Steve, 'I reckon he's asleep ia
the barn.' said pap; 'go tell bim to eome in;
he'a acted tbe fool long enough.' The boy went,
but soon came back saying he 'couldn't find
Steve.' I see 'Sqnire'a face eh an re color. But
he sat down to the table without a word, an' we
was about half through breakfast when there
waa a knoek at the back door. Barbry opened
the door au' a strange man walked in. ''Squire,'
he said, 'good mornin.' That horse I bought of
yer yesterday is misftin,' an 1 thoucht mebbe I'd
find him here. He either cot oat of the stable
or was taken out.'
"For a minit nobody spoke. Then Tommy
said. 'Pap, Selim ain't bore. Mebby Steve'a
gone after him.'
" Who'a Stever eaid the stranger. 'He is
my son,' answered pap, quickly. 'You sbsll
have our help, sir. insetting your horse. Set
down an' eat a bite while I look abont a bit.'
Tbe strapper sat down an' Barbry poured his
coffee, while I followed the Squire out As soon
as the door closed behind ua be grabbed my arm.
Whtre'e that boy?1 he whispered savaeely. 'I
don't know,' I said, fer I didn't. He looked at
me. His face turned most the color of ashes.
'Oh. God." he cried, then he hurried toward the
stable.
"I was kind o stunned fer awhile. I saw he
thonght Steve had gone an' got the horse an'
was gone.. But I knew better. I felt somehow
Steve was not that kind of a boy. Thostranger
came out an' pretty aoon he an the 'Squire rode
off. I went in to Barbry. Sbe was tryin'to eat
with teara runnin' down her face.
" 'Barbry,' aaid L wbere kin Steve be! Your
psp's nearly crazy fer fear he has stolea Selim
and gone off.' Barbry 'a face flamed up. 'Steve's
no thief.' ahe said, 'wherever be ia.' An' I
couldn't get another word out of her. It was
an awful long, hot day. an' wo had a big ironin'
to do. Barbry worked hard all morain', but
after dinner abe got real sick, an' I made ber go
out ' doors and aet in tbe shade. After a while
I heerd her call me, an' goin' out I see Phil
Thomea a talkin' to her.
- "'Ma,' she called ont, as soon as ahe see ma,
Phil eays Steve's at their house, an' hts been
all night I thought he'd go there or to Em'ly's.'
'Is be comin' home!' I asked PhiL He shook
bis head. 'Emir is at our house now,' he said,
'an I thick hell go home with ber. He is pretty
badly hnrt from a fall,' be says, an'ia somewhat
lame, but he'll get along.' 1 went in to my iron
in, ftelin' thankful an' left the youncster to
themselves. ' Bless 'em! they made a pretty
pair.
"Phil stayed till about 4 o'clock, and after he
was gone Barbry eome m to help about supper.
'Iwishpap'd come;', she kep saying; 'I wact
bim to know Stve is no thief.' Presently she
ran out on the back ' porch and stood lookin'
down the road, an' I heerd tha elatterin' of a
horse, an' I run out jut in time to see Barbry go
like a flssh ont of the back gate towards the
stable. It was all over in a minute. I see the
horse rare np as she flung the open door to. I
see her p&p ban gin' with one foot in the stirrup,
hia head draggin. thorh one band atill held tne
bridle; and I got to hir --mehow jist as be got
bis foot losse, an' f beU iJim up, an' there lay
Barbry white .an' still. er pap )t go the
horse an' stooped down. 'Barbry!' he said.
Sbe never moved. 'She's dead,' 1 said; 'what
done it! Oh. Barbry! my - preeious!
What hurt you! 'Be still!' he said, sharply;
she's not dead. . Help get her in the bonse.
' We lifted her op an' she opened ber eyes. 'Phil,
sbe whispered, faintly, 'tell pap Steves '
then her voice ceased an her sweet eyes shut
again. We got her on tbe bed. an I got the
eamphire, an' pap rung tbe big bell for the bands,
an soon as they come in sent one for the doctor.
But I fonnd where she waa hurt. There was a
great urly bruise rifht between her pretty
white shoulders. A little stream of blood begun
to triekle out of her mouth. 'Send over to
Thomas's. I said, 'for Phil an' Steve an Emly.'
He thought I'd lost my senses I know. They're
there.' I said. Phil was Lere.' Io spite of his
trouble bis face lighted - up. 'Then Steve
ia not be begau, but at
tbe name Barbry 's eyea opened again. 'Never
mind pip, he don't he don't mtan it. Sievey,"
she muttered. '1 know it's bard, but I guess be
likes os children.' 'Go, I said, ;seod fer 'am.'
He went out, with. that queer, gray eolor creep
in' over his face that 1 see In the mornin'. An'
pretty soon I heerd tbe horse galltpin off. Then
be came back. Well, we done all we could. Tbe
doctor earn e, an' Phil, an Steve, an' Em'ly and
ber man. But she never spoke bnt once after
they came. She ncronred then, brokenly. AU
we could make out was, 'Pap Steve never
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ma's real good Phil mother!' she eried aloud
at last, an' her eyes opened wide, and she looked
wonderiogly at us. fixing her gaze for a little on
ber pap, who stood at tbe foot of the bed. Then
a long shudder shook her body, an' ber breath
came in gasps; a torrent of blood poured out of
her mouth an' she was gone.
'Yes. we had to bear it. People can bear
things when they have to. Bot he a never been
tbe same man. An bis face keeps that queer
color. I've heerd that when that ashy look
comes to anybody they've got their death-blow.
They may live a few years, but it's death it
means.
" 'How did he get throwedf Well, you see,
jest as he rode in at tbe barn-yard gate tbe horse
sheered an' throwed him, an' his feet caught
Barbry see it all. an' aee tha stable door open.
Sbe knowed the horse'd make fur his stall an
her pap's brains'd be knocked out; an' sbe got
there in time to shot the door an' when the horse
reared up he struck ber afore she could git out
ef the way. Yes. Steve stayed at borne. I dun
no what we'd do without him; an' Emly an' ber
man comes over right often. She has a little
girl now. She calls it Barbry, an' it's mighty
cute. But it'll never be like -my Barbry to me
or pap eitber. An after all, Selim had got ont
bimitlf. aa' was on bis way home whin thsy
caught him. Bat pore Stevey, he said he never
wanted to see bim again.
"Phil Thomas! lie wns pretty down hearted
for a good while; but he's chirked up now, an' I
heard he was waitin' on Melioda Jones. She's
a nice grl but she couldn't hold a eandle to Bar
bry. 'Dead folks soon forcotyou say. I don't
believe it. Folks don't forget; but they can's go
too a rain' always. An' it wouldn't be right ef
they could. I koow long as I lire 111 never fer-
git my girlie, who give np her aweet young life
to save her pap. Is o, I'm not sorry I married
him either. He'a awful good, ef he is a little
close with money. But that'a his nature. I
reckon its cause he knows how hard it is to git.
But, bless my heart, it's nigh 4 o'eloek, and that
girl will never git aupper on without I see to it;
so you must excuse me a while. There's the al
bum with Barbry's picter in it. Tain't half aa
pretty as she was; but you can guess a little
what she's like by iL
"Ef you see him comin', jist slip it out o' sight;
he can't bear to see it There's some of my
folks' likenesses in it too. No, I never did hev
mine taken. Don't reckon I ever will, but laws
I must see about supper."
AYalnQnest
We started one morn, mr lore and I,
On a journey brave and bold;
Twas to find tha end of the rainbow,
And the buried bag of gold.
But tbe cloud tolled by from the summer sky,
And the radiant bow grew dim.
And we lost tbe way where the treasure lay,
At the foot of the rainbow's rim.
And the twilight fell like a eurtain
Pinned with the erening star.
And we saw in tha shining heaven
The new moon's golden car.
And we said aa our hands clasped fondly.
What though we found no gold;
Loe is a richer treasure
Than the rainbow's sack can hold.
And years with their joys and sorrows
Have passed since we lost the way
To tbe beautiful buried treasure
At the end of rainbow's ray.
But love has been true and tender
And life has been rich and sweet
And we still clasp hands with olden joy
That made our day complete.
-Mrs. D. M. Jordan, in f cribner.
Reward of Honesty.
Detroit Tree Press.
"Talking of umbrellas, he aaid excitedly,
"I lost my silk umbrella week ago, and Id
cheerfully give $10"
"Was it a brown-silk umbrella with carved
Ivory handler inquired one of the group, quick
ly "It was. You've described it exactly. Aa I
was saying. I'd gire t IO
"It's at my omee this moment" interrupted
the other "I saw it waa a valuable article and
locked it up in my wardrobe and kept it safely
for you."
'Well. I was about to remark that I'd cheer
fully give $10 to have never owned a silk um
brella. Being as you have it 111 eall around,
however. Mueb obliged."
"Don't mention it"
And he didn't
The TJse of the Rustle.
Leary(Ga.) Courier.
It is given out that Mrs. Cleveland has dis
carded the bustle We hope our lady friends
will not follow Mrs. Cleveland's example in this
particular. Tbe bustle ia the best arm rest ever
invented, and its usefulness should not be
sacrificed because one woman says it must go.
8ur,r,lne Corroboratloo.
TM'Bits.
Aray-1 like Charlie; his kisses are so nictl .
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The Kitten of the Regiment.
This kitten, sir, ef the Colonel's! IH tell the story.
We were at Roanoke, a month ago.
Waiting tbe fleet, and camped tbe hlll-eide white.
One night, when sentinels were all at post.
We lay around the fires and talked of borne.
The amoke wreathed up into the still bine sky,
The wind was whist, and all tha stars shone clear
Just such a night as sleeps above the hills
Of old New England when the frosts are hoar
Talking not aloud, bnt soft, as soldiers talk,
After some months o' the rolling drum and sight
Of blood. The sentinel's sudden challenge came:
-Halt! Who goes there!"
We all leaped np and harked.
"Only Doll Brewster, sir; I've brought my kitty.
W hat! a child's voice a child at bayonet'a point?
bhame! Let her pass
' Into the fire-light then,
Ied gently by two brave, kind aoldier-boys.
Blushing, with downcast eyes, and pretty lip
Half curled to err, hair loose and all like eold.
A kitten on her breast, walked aweet Doll Brewster.
WeU, sir, the regiment came on the run;
And such a wall of 'em, all of 'em looking down.
At a ten-year girl, hair loose, lip curled to cry,
And a kitten, white as snow, curled under her chin.
"Just like my sister!" cried one, "And mine!" eried
another,
Td the tire becan to look dim to all of us.
Then, sir, the Colonel came, with his sword a-clanking.
"What'a this?' Ae eried. but stopped, and his face
crew soft.
"Please, sir," ssid Doll, 'Tve brought yon my little
kitty.
It's all I bad, and papa is sick end poor.
(Mamma, yon know," is dead.) We're Northerners, sir.
And brother died for the flag. I loved him so.
Please take my kitty; I want to give something, sir.'
The Colonel! lie vooped and caught her in his
arms
Caught kitten and Doll, and kissed 'em both. He did!
And every man of us would have done the same.
And mighty glad of the chance.
There wasn't an eye
Gould hold its tears, nor cheek that had kept dry,
And if it hadn't been for the Colonel there.
A hundred of us would have kissed the child.
That'a all the story of the kitten, sir
The Colonel's kitten and the regiment's.
We wouldn't have a hair of it hurt for gold
Nor blood, if it came to that!
Have you a sister!
You know how a man can feel for a bit of a child
With golden hair and eyes like the heaven's blae;
And she'd a brother who died for the old flag, too!
p sir, we dreamed of home the livelong night
Sisters and sweethearts, mothers and wires and daugh
ters; Never was sweeter sleep in a soldier's camp.
And all because that little bright-haired child,
Doll Brewster, with a kitten on her breast.
Came up the hill, marched by the sentinel's gun,
Stood in the fire-light with her golden hair
All loose, and pretty lip half curled to cry.
And said: "It is all I had. Please talcs it, air
Please take my little kitty; I want to give something.'
James Buckham, in Usrper's Young People. '
Written for the Sunday Journal.
A Summer Day.
When, like the blossoming of a bud, the east
Oped slowly from raie pink to roseate hue.
Turning to redder glow as lieht increased;
And. aa the soft wind lapped the early dew.
Blending the mist cf night with blushing day;
When earth and sky lay tenderly carest
By waves of sea, scents bloom from wind-tossed sprsy.
I looked and said "The dawn is best. "
And when the same rich eolor filled heaven's space
With deeper lines in crimson billowy gleams;
When pale eloudj frightened, ailently gave placa
To burnished gold's meridian beams.
That broke in shivered rays on roof and spire,
Then swept exultingly o'er ocean's breast
like the victory of a grand desire,
I locked and said, "The noon is best."
Bnt when, redolent with roses tears, there fell
Delicious waves of coiselese, late-spmng breeze;
When mellowed light touched sea and pearly shell.
With softest earned tints from swaying seas;
As, kissed by placid surf, the low sun sank
Like one bright drop of blood into the West
Thro' lips of night in purple shadows drank,
I said. "The eve is happiest."
Beclpei for Writing a Yillanelle.
It'a a trick, quite easy when you know it.
As easy as reciting ABC;
Yon need not be an atom of a poet.
If you've a train of wit, and want to show It,
Writing a villanell take this from me
lt's all a trick, quite easy when yon know it.
You start a pair of rhymes, and then you "go it"
With rapid-running pen and fancy free;
You need not be an atom of a poet.
Take any thought, write round it or below it,
Above or sear it, as it liketh thee;
It's all a trick, quite easy when you know it.
Pursue your task, tin, like a shrub, yon grew it
Up to the standard sire it ought to be;
You seed not be aa atom of a poet.
Clear it of weeds, and water it and hoe it.
Then watch it blossom with triumphant glee.
It'a all a trick, quite easy when you know iU
Yoa need not be an atom of a poet.
Walter T. 8k eat,
That taint of aerofnla io yonr blood can be
wbioly eradicated by Ayer'a Sarsaparilla.
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The Snnday-School Lfiion.
June 17, 188a.rLesson.XlI, Matt-xxviii, 16-20. A.D. SO.
The Great Commission Golden Text: Psa.
lxriii, 1L
HOMK HEADINGS.
Mondsy The great commission.... Matt. xxviii, i6-29.
Tuesday Witnesses for Christ ...Actsi, 1-9
Wednesday Peter's witness Acts il, 3743
Thursday The gospel for all Acts x, 34-44
Friday Necessity of obedience John xv. 8-17
Saturday Glory of the gospel lea. lii, 7-15
Sunday Spreading the faith 1 Thess.i, 1-10
St. Matthew In his gospel omits all events la
the history of our Lord sfter his resurrection,
except bis appearance to the women, of our last
lesson, and tbe appearance in Galilee, with its
great commission and pledge, of the present
one. These erents art most conveniently
grouped under tha several appearances which
are here' brought together. There are eleven
recorded appearances of our Lord after his
resurrection, viz.: ,1. To Mary Magdalene
(John xx, 14; MirkxTlf9); 2. To Mary Mag
dalene and tbe other Mary (Mat. xxvtil, 9), 3.
To Peter (Lute xxr, 34); 4. To the two disci
plea at Emmaus (Lake xiiv, 31-35); 5.
To ten of the disciples at Jeru
salem (John xx, 19); a To the
eleven at Jerusalem (Mark xxvi, 14; Luke
xxiv, 30; John xx, 20); 7. To seven of the
diseioles at the sea of Tiberias (John xxi, 1 24);
& To the eleven on a mountain in Gallilee
(Matt xxviii, 16; Mark xvi, 15); a To the five
hundred by naoy thought to be identical with
8 (1 Cor. xv. C); 10. To James (I Cor. xv. 7);
1L To tbe eleven on Ml Olivet at bis ascen
sion (Mark xvi, 10; Luke xxiv, 00; Acta i, 3-12).
The present lesson la the fitting close of the
gospel by Matthew. . The royal appearance, the
royal utterance, the royal commission, and the
royal pledge form an appropriate conclusion to
the gospel of the Messiah, the gospel of the King.
As Schaff well says, St. Matthew keeps ''dis
tinctly before our minds the universal sov
ereignity of Christ; bia purpose of bringing all
nations into bis kingdom; tbe conditions of ad
mission and continuance of bis church; the com
plete record of his teaching, doctrinal, moral,
and spiritual; and the assurance of perpetuity
and progress under his abiding presence. -
NOTES.
1. Christ's recorded appearances are eleven
in number. ,
2. Those who meet Christ in the way of Ills
appointment never fail of hearing good news.
3. Christ is seen in tha gracious influences
that surround us.
L The chcrcb, the Sunday-school, the sac
raments, the Scriptures, and our Christian
civilization, with all its blessiogs, testify of a
risen Christ to whom all power has been com
mitted. 5. The doubt of the disciples is strange, bnt
the doubt of to-day is infinitely more so.
6. . Everyoue, intentionally or unintention
ally, is busy teaching either rood or eviL
7. Christ desciples, by their lives, conversa
tion, and example, should advertise the worth
of Christ's doctrine.
8. Our comroisson' is, "The world for
Christ." '
a Christ's disciples are to teach Christ's
commandments.
10. God's law remaius unchanged, suited to
all circumstances acd conditions in all times of
all natione and individuals.
1L Christ shares in all our work for Him.
There can be no failure in such work. Doubt
is disloyalty.
12. . Christ is with His disciples all the 4ayt,
without interruption, ever ready to help, en
courage, and direct them.
13. Life and work with Christ here will be
come life and glory with Bim hereafter.
Rellclous Notes.
The gross income of the British and Foreign
Bible Society the past year waa f 1,251,000. and
its expenditures $1,125,009.
Longfellow: We judge ourselves by what we
feel capable of douig, while others judge cs by
what we have already done.
When the late Rev. Mr. Burgess, who recently
died in Connecticut, took hie first pastorate la
Maine, his aiary was tat 12.50 a year.
Tbe Protestant Episcopal Church in this
country has. ioeluding 1.C18 missions, 4,434
churches, 3,745 miairters, 418,531 communicants.
Tbe Boston Y. M.C A. has dedicated its new
athletic grounds. Base-ball will be played
there, but no one will be allowod to awear at
the umpire.
Martha's Vineyard Herald: That Tennessee
clergyman who inherited a fortune of ti, 000,000
sow asserts that tbe story of Dives Is an 'in
terpolation." Happiness depends far less upon tbe extsrctl
circumstances that surround us than it due
upon tne condition of our ewo minds. 'The
nam aocrt'S tb:rtcf are within ns. and cot
without Many a mo is happier in his poverty
than a kin ca tlx throae, or a nil Uo a aire in aU
tale.
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his luxury. ItlaaT greartnlstake tifud? t?
the comparative bappinesa of. men by the ciT-r-enee
their outward condition.
A call to prayer has been issued io cinLtira
and Christiana throughout the world.' on behalf
of the general eonferenee on foreign missions
to be held in London from the 0th td the 13th cf
Jnne, 1SSS. - .
The CoBgregatlonaliat states that durinr ths
last fifty years the membership of tbe Conrra
gational churches in Vermont has diminished
by about 3,000, and that sixty-nine churches
have died ont or been united with others.
A number of well-known Methodist preachers
have been named to fil! tbe Washington puli:
made vacant by the elevation of Dr. Newman
to a bieboprie. Among them are Dra. II e-
Gregor, of Brooklyn, and Cony snd Pecs, cf
New York.
Religious people In St. Lonis are stirred
oyer the alleged remark of a speaker in a Yonn
Men's Christian Aaaoolatioa tseetiQgv to t )' -effect
that "Christ undoubtedly Oid make win.x .
first miracle, and he was young yet f , ; r '
Rutherford beautifully writes: . 'It Is a fro J 1
ten when the Lord blows c3 lis lienors uU '
our irowara uopea in uui me ana topr ici -
branches of our worldly joys to the rery . "Is.
on purpose that they shonld not thrive. W l,l
spoil my fool s heaven in this life, that 1
sated for verl ;
Bernard: "My bnrdeu la licht" fJiil.U,
blessed Redeemer. A light burden indsed.;
whioh carries him that bears it I have lop'ied, ;
through all nature for a resemblance cf tins.-
and 1 seem to find a shadow of it in tbe 1cm
of a bird, which are indeed borne by the crest-
lire, and yet support her flight toward heaven. '
There are in the Methodist Episcopal Chttrcb
24.225 schools, 2CS.301 officers and teachera,
2,005.323 scholars an increase during tbaj
qnadrennium of 2,772 schools. C8.825 octrs tr Z :
teachers, 312.703 scholars. . During the raJ-
rennium the conversions reported 22W
being an increase over the previoc'. M, iren
nium of 112.42L There are in ts Wowing
foreign fields 1,643 Sunday-schools, WMh S3,30
scholars: Norway, Sweden. Finland!. Denmark
Switzerland, Germany, Italy, BulcaHa. China, ;
Japan, India, Liberia, Mexico, South America.'
It la stated that Sir A. TJ. Walker, of Liver
pool, a brewer, has offered to balld a cathedral
In that city at a coat of f 1,250,000. Borne of tne
religions pspers object decidedly. The j say be
is not only a brewer, but la owner of a largtf
number of driak-abops In JjiverpWL Bars tbt
Commonwealth; "Bishop Rjle is at the' head
of the Liverpool diocese; and Dr. liyle, before
he became a bishop, waa noted for his strencth
of character and his manly outspoke not;. Bet
we have not beard that the bishop baa declined.
Sir A. B. Walker's offer; we are afraid that we
shall never hear of bis having decline! it"
m
Congregation alist: There ia an old story cf a
begrar to whom one day there appeared by tho
wayside a beautiful bein?, with ber hands cut.
atretcbed, laden with treasures. ' As ha gazed
at ber in stnpid surprise, ehe glided j ast bim;
bnt she returned with her -treasurea as till hhli
out to him; and onee mora, with beeechic
eves, as if she would compel hi nj to txi a what
she offered, she passed alowly lj -ud disa
pesred. Sbe bad no sooner goto Lzzt, as t
waking from a dream, be bnrried eagerly in tho
direction she bad taken. He met a), traveler
and said, "Have you seen a beautiful strscer
m a a. s . j .
with her bands full of tbe things that Want go
lor along this roadl" 'Yt,m replied th travel
ler, -ner name is upportunlty. Dst once
fered, and once refused, she never returns."
c!-
Tbe receipts of tbe American Baptist Publi
cation Society for the year amounted to nearly
1450.000. besidea credit aalea amountinr to near
ly $53,000. Tha total reoeiptg froa au Wurc-3
amounted to &S2.491, end thv'net assets of tv a
society are e711,S05. During the year 112 rerr
publicatlone were added to the aocisfcy'e cata
logue. The total number of copies tf tor- -
pAmlMfVnirMU. Print Coring the xzTt
was 23.30,.. 07. equivalent to2.0C7.145 volumo c
O0 paces each. The increase in contribute-j
In tbe missionary department Was t2,b7X Tli
UVeUfo.r,rhJ,,bld crk f" tbtryc-?
waa e20.A or I16.0GG above last year. ;ist
jfour missionaries of various
sioosry secretaries were ia
tho employ cf Co
society during the year.
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