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NATIONAL LEADER ESTABLISHED 1888, LIDATED JAN. 12, 1889,
NATIONAL ECHO, Edraponen sag " § CONSO
VOL. 11.
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HATS AND FURNISHINGS,
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WASHINGTON. D C.. SATURDAY.MAY 18S. 1889,
Palace and
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Organs,
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Shall We Meet Beyond the River.
Intolerable, by none wanted
Save by himself alone; :
It seemed a satire that he chanted
In gquavering, doleful tone.
The heart of many a generous giver
From such a discord swerved;
Philanthropists beyond the River,
Maybap, are tougher-nerved.
We could not choose but be exclusive,
Whose souls are unlike his;
His fellowship were not conducive
To our eternal bliss,
The small dog le't to prowl and shiver
Is the omne living thing
Would care to meet beyond the River
His master wandering.
Ay, tbe old circle that befriended,
The love that could not change,
We would recover, all else ended—
1f Haven should thus arrange.
But bim, whose accents no more quiver
Though thoroughtares we shun,
We would leave to God, beyond the River,
As we on earth have done.
Unpless the sins that never tempted,
Sins we could scarce condone,
Trials from which we were exempted
By man’s voice and our own,
Evil from which we dla deliver
Our souls, and want, and care,
Should meet us yet beyond the River,
Apnd bid us welcome there!
I AN A TR SR B B A
THE ROSE GARDEN.
1t was a pleasant picture to look upon,
the spacious southern home, surrounded
by its beautiful garden.
The luxuriant rose bushes. and well
kept vegetable garden, spoke of north
ern thrift; but the dark, glossy foliage,
and clusters of golden oranges, with the
cedar avenue beyond, heavily draped
with Spanish moss, spoke of the sunny
south.
Within the home the picture took on
a more sombre hue. A young, delicate
woman in widow’s weeds, sat with
clasped bands, as if in deep study, while
two little children stood beside her,
looking inquiriagly into her face.
At length the little girl spoke. ‘““What
did they do it for ? oh, why did they do
n
“What, my love ?’ said the lady
sadly.
“Bury my papa in the sand. We
want him. Ob, why did they do it?”’
“Don’t you remember, Ella, three
days ago papa left us? He said good
bye, and kissed us. He told us he was
going to heaven, and we must love and
serve God, and come to him there. We
‘haven’t heard him speak cince.”’
. “*But wasn’t that papa lying so still
and cold?”’ said Ella with a little sob.
*‘Only the house he lived in,’” said the
mother. *‘*No, dear, papa is safe and
happy now, and no pain and Sorrow can
reach bhim in his beautiful home with
God.”
“Will he come back for us!” said
Benny, wistfully.
“No, my boy; we shall go to bim, but
he will never come back to us,”” Mrs.
Rollo said, turning her head to hide the
tears which would come.
**He’ll have to,’” said Ella. ‘‘He
would never leave his pulpit even to go
with us to see his mother. And who’ll
preach for him? Don’t you see he’ll
have to?”’
**His work is all done,”” said the
mother with shining eyes. ‘“God has
called bim to rest, and another must
fill his pulpit.
“*Who will take care of us?’’ said the
child with a quivering lip.
“*Our Father in heaven, and we must
try and help each other,’’ said the mother
cheerfully.
The same question was asked in the
far off New England home, whence he
had come years before at the call of duty.
The country was just emerging from a
long and bloody war, when every man
was obliged to show his colors, and Mr,
Rollo had been true to his country, and
had faithfully warned his people against
the perils of secession. Very few in
that ancient southern city sympathized
wite the staunch Unionist, and his
salary had been pitifully small, and now
he was dead.
Only the home was left.
‘She never could take care of herself,
poor thing,” said her distant friends.
“‘She just worshipped her husband, and
looked to him for everything. Now,
with those little children on her hands,
whatever is she going to do?”’
Here the subject was dismissed, ex
cept by the helpless old mother, who
‘daily brought these desolate ones to the
| mercy seat in the arms of faith, and re
hearsed in the ear of Pitying Love, His
own promises to the widow and the
fatherless,
Meanwhile, in the ancient city by the
sea, while the fierce storms of winter
swept through the north, the balmy air
and sunny skies have won thousands
from ali parts of the country to enjoy
the delicious climate of the Flowery
Land.
Resting under the grateful shade in
the Plaza, promenading the sea wall, or
threading the narrow streets, wherever
they may go, the tourists meet often a
little boy and girl daintily dressed, with
bouquets of flowers, and baskets of
oranges, The populous verandas of the
San Marco are daily visited by the
diminutive pair, and the little boy’s
“Please buy my oranges, nice sweet
oranges,’’ seconded by the pleading look
in his dark eyes, seldom fails to secure
a customer,
Nestling amidst their own dark,
glossy leaves, the fruit looks ’oempt.ing‘
indeed, yet now and then some thrifty |
individual says, .
“Pretty dear, you are, seems to me;
can buy oranges in the market at balf
the price you charge.?”’ ;
“Am 1?7 replies the boy laughing
roguishly, ‘‘ but these oranges are not!
in the market at any price, the seedless
orange isa very chcice variety. Try
one sir.””> And so the stock is soon ex
hausted, while little Ella, in her white
muslin and blue sash, with her golden
curls falling from under her wide
brimmed hat, has ventured amonz a
group of ladies further on.
‘‘Please buy my dowers they are very
sweet,”’ she says, shyly lifting the basket
toward the ladies.
“Not as sweet as you are,’’ is the
thought of many, while one asks, “‘who
arranges the flowers so prettily? Every
bouquet is the work of an artist. Look,”
and she held up the clusters of roses of
every tint, the yellow jasamine and the
violets.
‘“Mamma ties them in bunches,’’ said
Ela simply.
““These are the minister’s. children,
mamma,”’ whispered a young lady to
the questioner. ‘‘The one we liked so
much iast wirter. He died ashort time
ago. Yoor little dears.”
The flowers were all taken, and in the
silken purse Ella held in hand, was a
brave show of silver.
““Thank you, ladies,”” she said. *‘l
should like to come again.’’
‘“And we should be happy to see you
every day.”’ a pretiy young girl answer
ed.
‘ And so it came about, that as regu
larly as the sun arose, the little flower
‘and fruit inerchants might be seen geing
‘up and down the long verandas with
t their tempting wares.
- Mrs. Rollo was greatly surprised at
the success of the young flower sellers.
With her own handsshe tilled the moist,
rich earth, which brought forth so
bountifully, and the laborers whom she
sometimes hired to assist her, looked
wonderingly at the delicate little woman
who accomplished so much.
Yet when ladies called apon her, as
they often did now, for the rose garden
was becoming famous, she was the
gentle, cultivated lady of old, with a
little more energy and decision of char
acter.
“You are an enigma to me,’”’ said a
[fashionable lady from a northern city.
““You were never trained to business,
‘Mrs. Rollo, yet you succeed admirably.”’
““Thank you,” replied that lady.
‘‘Necessity is a stern teacher, buta good
one,”’
‘““And then your terrible sorrow,”’
the lady resumed. ‘‘lvseems to me I
should have sunk under the awful loss. ”’
Mrs. Rollo did not answer for a
moment, and then there was a tremu-
Jousness in her tones.
‘‘The best panacea for grief 1s to
engage earnestly ina worthy work,”’
she said, ‘‘My dear children must be
cared for. I could not sit down in help
less grief, and see them dnfting fromn
me.”’
‘“‘Pardon me,’’ said the lady impul
sively. ‘‘You are quite right, and you
are a real heroine. Your children, too,
are brave, and win all hearts. Yaopn will
succeed. I prophesy it fearlessly,’’ and
she left a large order for flowers to be
sent to her room.
There is an old adage—‘*Nothing |
succeeds like success,’”” and Mrs. Rollo
was an illustration. She had dignified
labor, and held her position as a lady of
culture and refinement, though she
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rarely left her garden, except on the
Sabbath, when she dutifully listened to
the successor of him who seemed ever
present with her.
To ‘“‘visit the Rose Garden,” came to
be *‘good form,” and the lofty hedge of
the ‘“Cloth of Gold,”” and the almost
endlesss variety of other roses, were a
pleasant change from the excursions to
the islands or down the bay. Mrs. Rollo
remarked that fashion had a place in the
fiowery kingdom, and that a pretty
name was often as attractive as a rare
tint or delicate perfume.
As the years rolled by, the Rose
Garden became so well known that the
little flower merchants did not need to
continue their vocation. Ella, too, was
rapidly approaching womanhood, and
she and Benny enjoyed working with.
their mother in the garden.
‘“There’s no place quiteso pleasant as
home, mamma,’’ said Ella, reaching up
to prune the tall rose bushes, which
towered above her head.
“I love to think papa planted these
roses and orange trees. It seems to
bring him so near.”’
‘“Yes, dear,” answered the mother,
“and to think that the ‘only luxury,’
as he used to call it, which he indulged
in, should afford us such a comfortable
suprort!”
“But we don’t forget that it was our
brave mamma who made it so. Ob,
you need not shake your head. I have
beard the ladies sav things that would
make you quite vain, and lam proud
of you, and of our sweet home,”’
Ella was not called to leave it, even
when she becaine a happy young wife,
and now the visitor to the Rose Garden,
hears the merry prattle of little children,
and in the debcate and still youthful
grandmmanma, he may recognize the fair
young widow of our story.
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Knew He Had Forgotten Some
thing.
‘T had a fussy man ot middle age
’ come here last fall with a young wife,”
said a Washington hotel clerk. “They
were on their wedding tour. She was
a timid, little, pale, lonely-looking,
sickly thing and kept her room nearly
all the time. He was out all day visit
ing the wholesale places buying goods
for his store in a Western ecity, thus
combining business with pleasure in a
thrifty Chicago way. He spent his
money freely, though, and he had no
‘end of traps and trunks and parcels
sent to the hotel. When he got ready
' to start for home he counted over the
whole pile with great care he checked
them off on his fingers. ‘Look here,
porter,” he snapped out, ‘there’s some
‘thing missing.” ‘I think not,” said the
porter; ‘what is it?” ‘I don’t know,’ re
plied the bridegroom, dubiously, ‘but
I feel sure there’s something else. I
know I'm forgetting something. Four
Saratogas, two leather trunks, one linen
covered; three big traveling bags, one
grip, two bundles in shawl straps, one
hat-box, bunch of sticks and umbrellas
—that seems to be all, but I feel sure
I'm leaving something behind, and yet
I can’t think what it is.” ‘Well,” I broke
in, ‘you’ll miss your train if you delay
any longer. If you discover your loss
wire us at once and we’ll keep it for
you till you return or send it to you.
Your wife has sent down word that she
is in the parlor and—' ‘My wife!” he
ejaculated, slapping himself. ‘Of
course! I knew I had forgotten some
thing!” ”
Ready Made Clothing.
The general public have a vague
knowledge of the fact that ready made
clothing is better and cheaper in the
United States than in any country in
the world. but they do not know what
a tremendous lead we have in that line.
It is simply incomprehensible to the
uninitiated how a very presentable suit
of clothes can be sold at retail at a $lO
bill, and a suit fit to wear on any oc
casion furnished at a cost of from $25
to $35. The reason is that American
clothing manufacturers have not only
kept up with the procession in the won
derful advancement in America, but
have led it.
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A BAWEK may get the rooster after
breakfast, but before breakfast tke
rooster always takes a crow.
You cannot reason with an a
man. Passion silences the voice om
judgment, __

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