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Vo'll 'vii.'' IVevr liloomfleld, 3P., Tiiesin,y, Jiily, 33, 1873. No. 29.
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Where Everybody Should go to Spend the
Summer.
Tho Brewers should to Malta go,
The Boobies all to Sicily '
The Quakers to the Friendly Isles,
The Furriers to Chill.
Spinsters should to the Needles go,
Wlne-bibers to Burgundy (
. ' Gourmands should lunch at the
Sandwich Isles, "
Wage at the Bay of Funday.
Bachelors to the United States,
Maids to the Isle of Man j
The rest who ain't provided for
Ilad better strike Japan.
Mabel V Request.
MABEL CLIFTON sat before- one of
the windows of her father's magni
ficent mansion. A servant stood in wait
ing. ,
She was making out a list of articles
wanted for the next day. Coming foot
steps arrested her attention. She raised
her eyes from the paper and looked out.
The crimson flush deepened on her bright
young face, as " Oh 1" in a tone of deep
regret escaped her lips.
She turned around after an instant of
thought and said:
"John, lam not just ready to finish
this list, and shall not send for an hour
jet. If you have anything to attend to
in the meantime you can do it."
Mr. Clifton had been reading in a distant
jart of the room.
Heating the door close after John's de
parture he said:
" You have not forgotten to send for
those wines I spoke of my dear?"
" He has not gone yet, papa.
" Ah, well, do not make it late. They
will be very busy to-night," her- father
said, turning again to his paper.
" Papa."
"Well?"
" A boon, papa. Promise to grant me,
this last day of the year, my boon !" .
"What is it my love?"
" Promise to grant it first "
"Not in ignorance, my child."
"Trust me father."
She had an eager, earnest uoble look in
her eyes that her father did trust in, and
he promised her.
" Well, you shall have your way.
" Father, let us abstain from using wines
to-morrow."
" What! No, no; I cannot grant you
that. No wines t . Why child, have you
.gone crazy? For twenty-five yean past
I bave offered my friends wine on New
Year's day, and never have felt that I
was doing anything wrong. What has
come over you?"
"Oh, father I have never felt just right
when offering mm wine, and just now
when I was making out the order for John,
I chanced to raise my eyes just as Edgar
Livingston was passing.
" It needed but a glance to see he was
very much under the influence of liquor.
Father, his mother is a widow; he, her
ouljr child, all her earthly hopes are in
him. Will they not be wrecked, think
you, It he indulges in the wine cup? To
morrow lis will make many calls. Beauti
ful ' women will ' of lor him wine! lie will
not have the courage, possibly,, to wish to
decline.' i To-morrow night ' most likely,
then, he will return homo to fill bis moth
er's heart ' with sorrow. I don't wish to
contribute one drop to that bitter oup." , '
" My dear, .whether we have wines or
not, with hint it will be all the same, as
you say he will make many calls." ,
" Father, if you had a . son you would
talk differently." I . j
" Think how many young men of the
brightest future have failed, nay, worse,
won truly diBgrace and early graves from
the love of wine.. ; ,,.
I feel as if Edgar Livingston stood on
the brink of a fearful precipice. Father
stretch forth your strong arm to draw
him if only step by step. If we do not
save him, it will be a comfort to think
that we urged him not forward on bis fatal
course.", .'.:
Mabel, you are very much interested in
the young man. . Am I to conclude"
" Nothing more than for his own and
his mother's Bake, I would endeavor to
save him, or any other young man in his
danger, father. '
i
" Here will be one of his first calls.
Possibly I oan detain him long enough
to prevent him visiting many places where
be would be exposed to great temptation.
Oh, father, please grant me this?"
" Really, dear, I feel disposed to grant
you this wish, but so many will be dis
appointed. . Besides, I have not the cour
age to make this great change, and set
five hundred tongues to work, specula
ting about the cause of it. Some will
declare I am about to fail, others, that I
have grown penurious. Ah 1 what is it
John?"
Just then a servant entered aud hand
ed him an envelope, saying:
" A telegram, sir."
Mr. Clifton tore it quickly open, read it,
and exclaimed:
" Really, this is too bad, but I must go,
John. Here "
And hastily writing a , few words for a
return dispatch, he handed it to the ser
vant, and turning to Mabel, said:
" My old friend Hartwell is dying, and
begs that I will hasten to bim. I cannot
deny him. Bo you will have to entertain
my friends to-morrow and explain to them
the reason of my failing to see them, the
first time for so many years.
"And well, dear, you can do as you
choose about the bill of fare. As I shall
not be at home the folks will not hold
me responsible for what happened in my
absence."
"Oh, thank you papa, for permission
to do as I choose. I will willingly take
all unkind remarks, if any one feels like
making them. But I feel confident that
all who have sons will give me their kind
est wishes for withholding temptation from
their boys. And to the young men that I
shall try to make myself agreeable, and
have our cook make the coffee so very fine
that they will go away quite as well pleas
ed, and with their brains a good deal
clearer, than if I had entertained them
with wine,
An hour after, Mr. Clifton was on his
way to the side of his dying friend, Mabel
sat down and wrote:
December 81st.
Dear Flory: Come help me receive
our friends to-morrow. Papa has been
called away, and I must have you with me,
as I am particularly anxious to have my re
ception a success.
Lovingly,
Mabel.
" Edgar likes Flory, I can plainly see,
and I think she is not wholly indifferent to
him."
" Together I think we can manage to
hold him here to-morrow, and thus save
his mother a great sorrow, most likely,"
said Mabel.
Mabel Clifton was one of the loveliest
girl in P .
Friends wondered that her heart had
not yielded to some of her many suitors.
They did not know she hai. no heart
to yield to any of those who had sought
it.
The first season she appeared in the
select circle her father's wealth and posi
tion placed her, Bhe met Ernest Addison.
He was a noble looking man, talented,
with mind and heart alike filled with true
resolve. To Mabel be had been very at
tentive and she grew to love him, feeling
sure the time was not far distant when he
would come to tell her of his love.
But months rolled by and he spoke not.
Gradually his visits grew loss frequent,
until they ceased. '
What it was that hod come between
his love and hers, she could never think ;
but she felt perfectly sure he did love her,
and so, hoping that time would solve the
mystery and bring a balm to her wounded
spirit, ' she watched and waited for the
coming. ; ;
New Year's day came, beautiful and
bright, Mabel and her friend Flory never
looked lovelier. ' Mabel hod ' explained
hor wishes and fully infused her own spirit
into her friend. '
It was impossible for an indifferent
person not to feel their power of fascina
tion. . 1 .-!, ! ii ''! I
To Edgar Livingston, who was one of
their first guests, they were quite irresisti
ble. . He lingered on, notwithstanding the
many efforts of a young friend, who aocom-,
panied him to draw him away. . j "j
"Do stay and help us," said Mabel; and
when Flory's beautiful eyes repeated the
Wish Edgar yielded. v
Few, If any, went . from Clifton'., house
dissatisfied.. Everything that jieart could
dosire or mind suggest, in( the way ,of
delicacies and luxuries of the season, Ma
bel offered her guests. But as her father
had said, many tongues were busy spec
ulating about it, and in a few hours it was
widely known that Miss Clifton was giving
a temperance reception. . , , ,, (
Eagerly Mabel's eyes sought the door
on every new arrival of guests. , She had
hoped for the coming of . one. . , But the
hours passed, and when it grew late in the
day, the hope faded, and almost died out.
She had seated herself wearily in an
arm-chair when the same) greeting that
had fallen on her ears so many times that
day, " Happy New Year, Miss Clifton,"
caused the bright light 1 to return : to her
eyes, the beautiful flush to her face, as she
rose to receive Erneet Addison.
There was an expression in his fine eyes,
when 'he received from her the fragrant
cup of coffee, that relieved the suspense
of years. Her heart was bounding ' with
new hope. ;'
Edgar Livingston had drawn Flory to
the window. They were' looking out on the
passers by. ' i i
. Reeling along the sidewalk,' 'shouting
and singing a drunken ' song, came 1 Ed
gar's companion of the morning.' ' Flory
turned from the siokcnlng sight. Edgar
followed saying: j '
" But for you and Miss Clifton I might
have been one of that party." .And going
to Mabel, he said: . , ( . i .
" Miss Clifton; your slumber to night
should be peaceful.' You have not helped
to cloud either brain or heart of any of
your friends to day. Accept my . warmest
thanks for having saved me from feeling
both." ;i . .
Edgar saw an expression in Ernest's eyes
that mode him think it would be quite as
agreeable to all parties if he would take
Flory back to the recess of the window, to
the piano, or anywhere out of hearing, just
then. . ,,i , , . . . ;
A few moment after his fine voice was
blending with hers in a well chosen duet.
Then Ernest told Mabel of tho love
which hod been hers since he knew her.
" I came one night to lay my heart be
fore you. You had many guests and offer
ed them wine. , You noticed not that I
placed my glass untonched on the table.
I left early. I dared not Woo the heart of
one who held such a fearful temptation be
fore me ; why, yeu will know, when I tell
you the terrible truth. ! My only - brother
went down to a drunkard's grave, the wo
man he loved urging him on.
" For a time mother and I won him from
his fatal passion. He was doing well. We
believed be would' fulfill the ' bright
promise of his early youth. ' He grew to
love a beautiful girl. ' Bhe was wild and
thoughtless, and one night, at a party In
her father's house she urged him to drink.
' One glass. , Every one but you takes
wine,? she said.
He resisted. Bhe taunted him about
having to abstain entirely' because he had
not the seffr-control to use wine in modera
tion. ' " ' ' '
"He' yielded, accepted the fatal glass
from her hand, and drank, first moderate
ly, then on and on, in the old fearful way
until the end came a ruined life, and a
mother's broken heart.
Do you wonder thjt I fled from you?
Every hour since yearning to , return, yet
daring not. , . ...
"To-day I heard what you were doing.
Earnestly thanking God that light had
dawned upon you, I hastened here to lay
my heart before the only ' woman I had
ever loved. Will you be ' my wife, Ma
bel?"'' ;-" ' ; ! '
Her heart was too full of joy she ' could
not tell him in words How happy she was ;
but her little hands lay still in his. t
She raised her eyes a moment, and be
saw the love of years beaming there. He
needed ho answer. ' '' ' ' ' '- '' '
Judging from the low tones Into which
the Voices in the other room bad ' fallen,' I
think some other hearts' must have found
their mates'. '" But the pairs were separated
or rather1 joined again, by the ' return" of
Mr.' Clifton, who entered, calling out :
" Mabel, dear, to me these rooms look
rather dark. Lot's havethe gas turned
on, if you please. "( . ,(
j ."Certainly, papa." . . . ( ,; () i
And when there was light enough for
Mr. Clifton; to look into, his daughter's
eyes, he saw a bright light shining thore.
Another, moment when Flory came to greet
him, he said with a smile : : , . , ,
." Ah I I see why you young folks know
nothing of the surrounding darkness
guided by the light within. ..jWell, have
yon bad a pleasant day ?" , . ..
'. "A happy day, father, there are no re
grets to' steal in and mar it," Mabel ' said,
with a bright smile." , '
' ." I am glad of it glad of your resolve
Mabel.'' "
How glad you will know, when I toll
you that this morning I closed the eyos
of a father whose only son was away in
some drinking saloon. How my heart ach
ed for that father I And what a balm it
was to think at that time my daughter was
not holding the fatal glass to any young
man," '.said, Mr. Clifton, his voice trem
bling.
Before another Now Year's day Mabel
and Flory each presided over an establish,
ment of their own.
The happy remembrance of their recep
tion is never clouded by the thought that
they have added one drop to the cup of
bitterness which so many . wives, brothers,
mothers and sisters have to drink the cup
of sorrow which is so often prepared for
them by sister women. .
A Telling Hit. '
The recent death of John C. Tucker
calls to mind a speech which he made in
the House of Representatives some years
ago a speech that was full of tingling wit,
and delivered in the happiest manner.
General Banks bod been elected Gover
nor by a combination between the Free-
Boilers and ' Know-Nothings, and it was
naturally supposed that in his Inaugural
address there would be some reference to
the issues of the campaign. But the adroit
Governor omitted all mention of the anti
slavery questions as well as of the Native
American policy. A member arose and
moved to print 10,000 oopies of the address,
when instantly Mr. Tucker got the floor
and spoke as follows:
" I rise, Mister Spaker, to second the
motion of the honorable gintleman to print
thousand of his excellency's speech. You
may wonder, Mister Spaker, why I, who
am naytber a personal or political friend of
his excellency, should do this. It is well
known that his excellency has risen to pow
er by a coaletion between the Anti-Slavery
and Native American parties, or as they
are sometimes called, Free-Soilors, and
Know-Nothings. And this puts me in
mind of a little story.
"There Was a bishop In Dublin who
engaged a painter to make a large picture
for the cathedral) ' The subject chosen was
the crossing of 'the Rod Sea by the Israel
ites.' After' a suitable time the picture
was completed and hung in the cathedral,
covered with a broad and heavy curtain. .
" A great crowd of people assembled to
see the picture unveiled. The priesto en
tered in procession, the organ sounded,
and the singers sung. . All faces were turn
ed in anxious expectations to the great
curtain. When it was drawn aside nothing
could be seen bnt a vast expanse of water.
" The bishop, iu great rage, turned to
the painter and said: ,
" I thought I asked you to paint a plo
ture of the Israelites crossing the Red
Bea?" ...
True for you; that's Just it," said the
painter. . .. , ,, ., ... . .,, : . ,,
"But where are the Israelites?" asked
the bishop. ,: . ..
" They are goue over," said the paint
er.' .... , , . t . . ..,
"Well, but where are the pursuing
Egyptians?" ,
"They are gone tinder," said the paint
ter. ' .' , ' ' ,
" With similar disappointment the friends
of his excellency stand now. If they ask,
' What has become of the naygur ?" the
answer is, ' He's gone over, Mister Spaker.'
If they ask then, 1 What has became of the
Know-Nothings ? Why, they've ' gone
under, Mister Spaker."
The roars of laughter from all sides of
the houie made the rest of . the speech in
audible. i m m iin ii t
Of Several thousand person in Lancas
ter recently visited the drug store of Dr.
Wolchan to see a Night Blooming oereus.
The plant bore two large, flowers, and they
are pronounced the largest and most beau
tiful ever seen in thot city, The Doctor
was obliged to keep the store open until
after midnight, in order to accomodate the
visitors. '
It Didn't Tell. ) . :
Home papers have a hifalntion way..:. of
telling the account , of any accident, the
beauties of which are well shown in the fol
lowing article ; . v. ,I . ,(!;:!
"I declare, wife, that was an awful acci
dent over at the mills," said Bloounjj ,
. "What was it about, Mr. Slocum ?" ,
"I'll read the 'count, , wife, and then
you'll know all about it." ! . ( . i i
Mr. S, began to read : . ,
t "horriblb and fatal accideht." '
"It becomes our painful duty to record
the particulars of an accident that occurred
at the lower mill in this village, yesterday
afternoon, by which a human being in the
prime of lifo was hurried to that bourne
from which, as the immortal Bhakspeare
says no traveler returns."
"Da tell?" exclaimed Mrs. 8. ;
"Mr David Jones, aworkman who has
few superiors this side of the city of large
drums ( 'I wonder if it was a bass drum
such as has Eblubust Unum printed on't,'",
said Mrs. Slocum,) when he got entangled..
His arm was drawn around the drum, and
finally his whole body was draw over the ,
shaft at a fearful rate.
, When bis position was discovered he had "
resolved with immense velocity about fif
teen minutes, his head and limbs striking a
large beam a distinct blow at each revolu
tion. ("Poor creature how it must have -,
hurt him ") When the machinery had1
stopped, it was found that Mr. Jones' arms .
and legs were macerated to a jelly ; ('Well ,
didn't it kill him?' asked Mrs. S. with, in
creased interest ; ) portions of duramatuv .
cerebrum and cerebellum, in confuse&
masses, were scattered about the floor in
short, the gates of eternity hod opened up
on him.
.. Here Mr. Slocum paused to, wipe his
spectacles and the wife seized the opportu
nity to press the question , , , . :
" Was the man killed ?" ' '
" I don't know haveut come to that yet
you'll know when 1 have finished the
piece." And Mr. Soloum continued read-iDK-
"It was evident when the shapeless
form was taken down.that it was no longer .
tenanted by the immortal spirit that the
vital part was extinct" , .
"Was the man killed? that's what I
want to come at," said Mrs. Slocum.
" Do have a littlo patience, old woman,"
said Mr. Slocum, eyeing his better half
over bis spootacles ; " I presume we ) shall
come upon it rightjaway." . - ,
And he went on reading.
"This fatal casuality has cast gloom
over our village, and we trust that it will
prove a warning to all porsons who are
called upon to regulate the powerful ma
chinery of our mills." , ; .
"Now," said Mrs. 61ocum peroeiving
that the narative was ended, " now I
should like "to know whether the man was
killed or not."
Mr. Slocum looked puzzled. Ho scratch
ed his head, scrutinizing the article he had
been perusing, and took a craoeful survev
of the paper.
"I declare, wife," said he, " It's curious
but really the paper don't say."
A High Priced Dog.
There is a 1 1,000 dog in Bpringfleld.
The now uncomfortably famous Mr.
Stokes owned a setter reputed to be the
best hunting dog in New York city. ' Mr.
Harker the owner of the noted stables,
whose chief glories are now at Hampden
Park awaiting the fall meeting, wanted
the setter and tried to purchase him. But
Stokes bad just refused $600 for him, and
didn't want to sell the dog. Finally how
ever, he told Harker that as perhaps his
hunting days were over, although he would
not sell be would make ' him (Harker) a
prosent of the dog. ' The generous Harker,
however, would not acoept the friendly '
offer without a reciprocal one, and as be '
had offered $1,000 engaged him to give
the profit within a speoefied time ' of one
thousand shores of certain railroad stock.
A rapid turn in the market brought the
aforesaid stock to an advance of $11 a share
and that he offered promptly to make over
to Stokes for the setter. The speculative
young man, however, said "Let it wait
awhile : perdaps I shall make more vet."
Instead of more he made less ; the stock '
fell as swiftly as it bad risen, aud dropped
flat on the market. Bo for a little while
the setter that Mr. Harker prizes so highly
was worth $11,000. ,; :
-,,-i-n l - ' i r .i.T.
t2Ti" Sambo, why am 'toxioation like a
washbowl ?" " Guv it up." " 'Case it am
de-basln."
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