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lowa County Democrat.
* VOL. XIII. nil. SII.KM' MFI.OVY. I . \ iM.n Ml WKM'KI-I. HOI. 'IK*. ■■ Hritu; Mi- my btokoii luir|>," In 1 > ibl: ■■ Wo both are wrecks—hut 11? u 1 :!1 Throiiiih nil t bo ringing tones luivo tlcil. Their echoes lliurer roltml it null; It hail some sjolpi'ii stniiL'#. 1 know, but that was lung-how long ■ 1 cannot see it' tanilsheil ""hi, 1 cannot hoar its viuiisheit tone. Scarce can mv trcmhlitnr Hauers I oh! The piUareil frame to long their owi.. W e la>tlt are wrecks a while apt It hail some silver strings ! Know . “ Hal on them Time too Imar has play ml I'he solemn si ram that know s no etninire. Ami where if ohl my linger- slrayeil. The chords they titul are new ami 'trails;e— j Vr>' Iron strings 1 know l know W e both are wrecks ot long ago! We hotti are wrecks -a shuttered lail sti;oi.;e to ourselves til Time's disguise.... | W hat siiv ve to the love-siek air That bro'ugl t the tears from Mariati'seyes* Ay! trust nie- under t,roasts of snow Hearts could ho melted le.'g ago, Ur will ye hear the storm-song's crash That from Ins dreams the soldier woke, And hade him face the lightning Hash When battle's i loud in thumlr broke V Wrecks -nought hut wrecks! the time was, | when We two were worth a thousand men J And so the broken harp they bring W itli pitying smiles that none could blame ; Alas! there's not a single string Of all that tilled the tarnished frame ! Hut see ! like child!'i n overjoy ed, ilis Hagers rambling thtoiigli the void. 1 clasp thee! Ay .. .mine ancient lyre . . | Nav guide mv wandering lingers.,..There, i They love to dally with the wire As Isaac i I wed with V.sau's halt , . Hush! ye shall hear the famous tune Thill Marian called The breath oi .tune!" And so they strielly gallier round: Uapt in Ilis tuneful trance he seems , His lingers move; but not a sound! A silence like the song of dreams. .. ■■ There! ye have heard the air,” lie cries. i That brought the tears to Marian's eyes!" Ah, smile not at his fond conceit; Nor deem ins fancy wrought in vain ; To Hi in the unreal sounds are sweet - No discord mars Hie silent strain St ored on life's latest, slailil page I'he voiceless melody of age. Sweet are the lips of all that sing. W hen Nature's music breathes unsought. Hut never yet could voice or string So truly shape our temlerest thought As w hen hy life’s decay in" lire <nir lingers sweep the straigless lyre! Mhinti: Miiiilhli/, "I,OVI. WINS 1,0VK.” " Good-hye, Josephine. Von w ill not forget our pleasant companionship of the past few weeks, will you, little friend ?” The summer sun was just going out of sight behind the tall hills which rose far above the little ml farm-house cov ered with climbing roses and clematis, and its last rays lighted the tops of the tall trees in the distance, while the en tire valley rested in the shade of the approaching evening. Afar olf the call of the cow hoy sounded, ringing out upon the stillness with a monotony that grated harshly upon the car of the stylish young man who leaned so lazily against the fence that enclosed Farmer Granger's neat little home. Ilis black eyes were fixed searehingly upon the sweet face of a young girl who stood just inside the gale-way, one slender hand restingupcn the gate, which stood open. At his words there had been an eager, upward glance of the Jirown eyes, which dropped beneath the pierc ing look of her companion. Slowly the color faded out of the perfect face, and a slight shiver passed over her •lender form, hut only for a moment — then she raised her head proudly ami half defiantly as she replied: "Indeed, Mr. Courtney, 1 cannot promise. <if course 1 shall not entirely forget, hut time, you know, changes everything so completely that we can not he sure of anything. In one month you will have forgotten that there is suc h a place as t licit Cottage and its in mates. Is it not so?" “Forget you. ,h>ie? Never!" was the answer, a ring of falseness in the low tone as he replied. “ I prefer to he called Josephine, Mr. Courtney, and I do not wish you to make any rash promises," a laugh coming from the sweet lips as easily as if the little heart beating so rapidly was not filled w ith the keenest pain. " How can you ho so cruel to me, Jo sephine? Have 1 indeed been mistaken in thinking that you have enjoyed our companionship, oven as 1 have? Oh, iosephine, you do not realize how your sweet face will haunt me as 1 go out from your presence into the world again." There was a little truth in the. so words, and for the moment he really regretted the pastime which had been such cruel sport, and which had resulted in his winning the love of this sweet country lass, Josephine Granger. He knew she loved him, despite the coldness and lighl-heaiTedne-s she had assumed. " Walk with me a- far as the elm, will you no! ?" said he, turning slowly away at length, "Certainly, Mr. Courtney, if you wish; although 1 might as well hid you good-bye here, 1 suppose," said Jo-o phiue, as -lie passed out through the gateway, bringing it shut behind her. The road wound along beside a small river on the one side, while on the . ther ruse the tail hills previously men tioned. There was a sad murmur in the music of the river this evening which Josephine had never noticed be fore. The twitter of the bfrds annoyed aer: and the lowing of the cows, home ward bound, sounded, for the first time in her life, disagreeable: The <un had MINERAL POINT, WIS., FRIDAY, SEPT EM HER VX IS7S. £Oiu i out of sight, leaving shadows in its place. just as tho suushino of hov life \va> departing. Sno had boon so happy horo m hor country homo, eon tont to porfonn hor tasks without a wish for what lay beyond hor humblo sphere. Six wooks ago, 1.00 Courtney had prosontod hinisolf at Olen Cottage and desired board for two wooks. Tito two had multipliod themselves into six, howovor. and now a summons from his father, in tho form of a telegram, had caused him to paok up his etl'eots without loss of time and take his de parture. His stay at the little red farm house, or “ tilen foliage," as ho himself had ehristened it. had been most pleas ant, and as he walked slowly along the thought of the girl who had met him so frankly upon his arrival at her home, tilled his room with (lowers, prepared his favorite dishes and puked the ripest berries for him. and involuntarily his eyes rested upon her now walking by his side. She seemed a different being. The former was a happy girl, without a trace of care in the lovely brown eyes; the latter seemed a woman. The erect, even haughty, figure walked steadily by his side, hut there was a look of sor row in the eyes which could not he con cealed. The hand which carried a bunch of sweet clover trembled slightly as he took it gently in his own. They reached the " elm tree " at length, and, pausing, Josephine said with a smile : “Well, .Mr. Courtney. 1 wish you a pleasant journey home, and a pleasant one through life,” Her coolness vexed him, :uul ho made a sudden resolve to compel her to own that she loved him. Where would ho tin l harm, ho roasonod. If harm thoro was, it had alroady boon dom 1 , so turning i|tiiokly toward Imr, ho clasped I nit h hor lit lK* toil-stained hands in his own, saying softly “Josephine, my darling, how can my life jonrnoy ho pleasant tudi'ss you share it with mo! My lovo, toll mo that I may return to you, may win you and lake yon away front this country life to a homo you are so much hotter adapted to adorn. My sweet girl, toll mo that you lovo mo " Withdrawing her hands from his grasp she covered hor blushing face with them, while the hunch of sweet clover fell unheeded to the ground, hut she made no reply. “ Toll me, Josephine, do yon care for mo?” said ho, drawing hor closely to his side and gently forcing the hands from hor face. At length she raised hor head timidly, the color coming and going in waves of crimson and while, as sin' murmured softly: “ Yes, Loo, 1 do love yon w ith all my heart; hut 1 —l—thought you wore only amusing yourself at mv expense.” There beneath the old elm they .-loud talking until the coming shadows of night warned Josephine that she must return home. The parting was hitter to the girl, and her evident sorrow tuuehed even Lee Courtney's callous heart and caused him to exclaim to himself, when at length hi' found him self alone upon the road leading to the village of (Henville . “1 am a precious rascal, and no mis take 1 What possessed me to make the girl love me? Well, time will cure her of her folly, and I will stop this business. I’y < ieorge, 1 pitied her, but it cannot be helped now; and now for home and Nora Weston's bright eyes and golden charms, I wish Josephine had Nora’s wealth. Ido believe I should like the. former best if it were at all prudent to do so. I will write her a dozen letters or so and gradually let the allair die away. Confound it ! I do believe 1 have got a conscience after all 1” Hack again to the quiet home so lonely now, so desolate. One by one j the stars came forth, and anon the moon shone down upon the quiet spot,! lighting it with tender radiance, and 1 falling upon the sad face of the girl who leaned from her chamber window, her eyes misty with unshed tears, wan dering toward the village whose tall church spires she could just distinguish iu the distance —thinking of him who had made so great a change in her quiet life. She could never be the same again, free from care, content to per form her homely tasks, earing for naught but her home, her parents and the few humble friends of her girlhood. She must study must fit herself for the home to which he had promised to take her. Site would go away where she could learn all the graces h> so much admired. Her parents would miss her, but they would learn to do without her, and when she had ontained the knowledge she so much desired, and she was Lee Courtney's wife, they should spend the declining years of life with her. At length she gave one last, lingering look to the village where he was stopping for the night, and then she sought her couch, but not to sleep. She heard the whistle of the departing train which boro him away in the early dawn and she could hut wonder at the dreary heart-ache, the utter desolation that came to her at the sound. A lovely day—the sun shone, the birds warbled, the air was filled with the sweetest odors. Josephine Granger was seated in the shade of a tall maple which stood near her home. She held an open letter in her hand, and a sweet, glad light shone from her lovely eyes. lajc really loved her—he had not for gotten her as she had feared when day aft or day passed ami there had entile no word front him. flu’ two weeks that had elapsed sittee he had lelt her seemed like so many months to the voting girl, hut now she held his first letter, brief and not just w hat she had fondly boned it would he, hut neverthe less si kttrr, and now the world bad onee more put on a look of beauty. There was not the faintest thought in her heart but that he loved her. She must tell her parents tune, and they would let her go away where she would reeeive an edueation whieli would tit her to he Lee Courtney's w ife. A step near by arrested her attention, and glancing quickly upward she saw a young matt approaching her, tall and sun hunted, but nevertheless handsome and manly. A shade of annoyance passed over her face at heutg lints disturbed in Iter day - dreams, but it gave way to a look ot pleasure as she made room for him at Iter side, at the same time saying: "Well, Frank, you are hack again. 1 ant glad to see you. How do you like your new home?" "Oh, little girl, it is put a jolly place. 1 really think there’s not a handsomer farm this side the Copueelieut than mine. Mother's n liiftg 'otiesonte, the folks being all -traugeis to her, yon know." he replied, a little awed by the change he fell rather than saw tit the girl by his side. "Of course that was to have been ( x peeted, Frank, fit ere are not many old ladies who would have so willingly given up the home which had been theirs for so many years, as did your mother! She is well, is she not?" “Vos, nit, vos, she is woll Iml, 1 say, littlt't;iil, what's come over von? Yon don’t sooiu at all liko tlto Josephine 1 loft al Clenvillc depot the day wo wont away. Are you sick ?’’ A Hush dyed hor faoo, hut she laugh iugly replied: "No, Frank, 1 am not sick -on the eontrary, 1 am perfectly well and han py,’’ a tender light coming into hor eyes as she raised them to hor compan ion's fact'. Why not tell him of the love which had eomo into hor life? lie had been her friend always, her com panion to and from school, the one true and constant friend that takes the place of a brother, lie had hot n the one to show her whore the nicest homes grew, to gather pond-lilies for her in short, she had loved him as if ho had boon her brother, and when he had sold the old rocky farm on the hill-side and bought a larger one upon the hanks of the Connecticut, distant some twenty miles from her home, she had shod biller tears. Me had been absent but three months and il iron pleasant to have him hack again, and -yes, she would tell him; but iirst she would ac quaint him with her intention of lea\ ing home, so, looking up into his kindly face, she said suddenly "lam going away, Frank. I intend to go to some large school for young ladies,and 1 wish to hesonietbing more than an uneducated farmer’s daughter. ’’ Then, not noting the pained look that came into his lace, she said softly, hiding her blushing face from his eager ga/.e: “I I wish to tell you something, brother Frank, but I don’t know how to tell it.” There was no reply for a moment, then, looking up, .Josephine saw that the browned face had grown quite pale. “You don’t, need to tell me, little girl,” his pet naiui for her always. ‘‘l heard something al the village, but I would not. could not believe it. I see now that it is true. < )h, Josephine, did you not guess that I loved you, that 1 w'as coming back for you? That city chap could not care for you a tenth nai l what I do and always have." “I am so sorry, Frank. 1 never thought you eared or me in this way,” | murmured Josepliine, bursting into tears of real sorrow. “ No, little girl; 1 see how foolish I ; was. I might ban won your love had I toki you ol my ovn before Lee Court j ney turned your head with his soft Words that meant nothing to him, but Which won your leirl at oneo. Oh, Josephine! I can’t ’eali/e it yet, you know I can’t belitve that I have lost you. I have loved vou all my life, little girl.” There was an earnestness m the words and lone ol Frank Clyde’s voice that the girl had njissed in the smooth, honied words of lee Courtney, and il struck her more fifeibly than ever be fore as she contrasted the two the one rough and uneultired, hut so good and noble, the other deli, handsome, well educated, hut yit lacking something which she could n*t d< tine, hut it gave her the he irt-a< honevertheless. "Oh, Frank, dm'l talk to me any more about il, fail can never he, you know. You mustftlways he my broth er just tin- same, md we will try to for get you ever etna for me in any other way.” "Forget yon, iltle girl? 1 shall as soon forget the sm that sliim- as to for get the love I hare given you. 1 shall go away, hut J shall always love you just the san e. Cood-hye, little girl.” His voice grew husky as he spoke, an 1 rising from lis seat by her side, he threw both arm around her, held her one momeii ;o his heart, pressed a long, lingering kiss upon tin' Mushed forehead, aid turning quickly he hur ried aw ay, iof pausing or looking hack. It was yean ere they met again. It was a lovely day hi autumn when at last Josephine stood in tin' door-way of hir humble homo, ready equipped for hor departure, 11 or mothor stood noar by wiping tho fast falling lours upon tho oornor of hor calico apron, hor heart Idled with grief at this parting. Thoro had boon expostulations and enlreatus when her daughter had inado known hor dotormination to toavo homo, but lho> had boon of no avail, so at last tho worthv tannor and lus wife had sot about preparing for their daughter'* de partnro with sorrow tilled hearts. The day long dreaded had arrived, and now the hour of parting had eome. Her father earried her to the village, where she was to take the afternoon tiain for her destination, a large llourishing town in New York. Old ties were broken now, and anew life, new a> soeiations. were to be formed. Her heart beat high with hope, notwith standing the real grief she felt at leav ing home. I would gladly follow her tlmnigh the weeks that eame, but space will not permit! 1 will simply say that her school life proved all that she had anticipated. She learned easily and rapidly. Letters eame from home eveiy week, and from Lee Courtney ot-twiomllji. She stilled any fear she may have fell at his coolness, and time pas od quickly awav. It was in tlie early spring I '.me w hen she knew at last that the one hope of her life had crumbled, as it w ere, into ashes. Several weeks had elapsed since she had received a letter from Lee, anil her companions hint noticed that the sweet face had grow n paler and her happy laughter no longei rang out in unison with (heir own. One evening the mail bag had been earried into the long dining-hall to be opened and the contents to la* distributed among the many pupils assembled there. There wax no sign from Josephine, when at length it was emptied and earried away, that she had expected a letter, yet she had fell so sure that she should hear from him that night, Her head ached and throbbed terribly, so arising, she asked to be excused and left the room and sought her own, where she knelt down by the window an old habit which clung to her in her new life and ga/ed wearily out upon the ground surrounding the seminary. A long time she knell there, but at length her room mate Kllen Weston, entered the room with a song upon her lips. She earried a paper in her hand. “ I declare Josephine, what hint come over yon ! You are as sober as an ow l,” she said. “ You have received good news, 1 conclude, Kllen,” said her friend, wearily arising from the window. *' Yes, and you have none. That ac counts for your long face. Von reeeol leel hearing me speak of my cousin Nora, do you not ? ’ *■ Yes, and yon promised to show me her picture/’ replied Josephine, wilU an attempt at animation. “ Yes, 1 will do so, and also that of her husband. They were married last Wednesday, and this paper contains an account of the wedding. After you have looked at their pictured faces I will read yon what, this paper stales in regard to them,” returned Kllen. A moment later she had procured two photographs, and after a hasty glance at them, threw them on the table beside which her friend was seated, Josephine took up the pictures, and her gaze fell upon the face of Lee ('ourtiiey, ‘ I low came you by Lee Courtney's picture? ” siie asked, turning her while lace toward her friend. “ Why, In* i- eon.-in Norii’n huhand. .loHephine; hut where <l l< i you ever nee him, in tin* name of wonder ? ” replied Kllfii in Murjii'iHc, She did not faint; even llm hlis* of' uncoiiKcioiiHiii'HH wasdcnii'd her. After ward dm remembered tluil die hud given hoi i h * common-place answer, and Ilii’ii,' ‘ii iiikiiij hoiiii' remark nlioiil her aching head, had sought her hod, and I through the long hours of the night hud fought with tho pain at 1 11 • r crushed heart. Him hiuv it all now .-aw how blind Him had been from tho hist. Two week later there eanm a letter to tlm anxioiiH jairentH at llm furm-hoiise, say- H'K “ Katlmr nmllmr you will have Inarm'd ere you reeei vc thin how basely I havo been dtreived. I eannol talk of it yet llm pain is too severe; neither can J remain here at Hchool or return to ( you. Ho hy the time you receive thin I .-hall 1m far away. A lady a friend of my room male wi-lms a companion on a journey to Kuropc, and him kindly con-cnled to allow me to till that place. II I live I uliall return to you in lime, (tooddrye, dear kind parent*. Your unhappy daughter, .lOHKI'IIINK.” Through all the yearn that followed there came no sign that dm yet lived, until ten long year* hail panned then to the care-worn parent* there came at la.-t a letter, telling them that dm wan yet alive and would he with them al most a* Boon as her letter reached them. JoHcphine (iranger left home a young full of tiope. Him returned a woman, beautiful and wealthy, and no more to he compared with what dm had once been than in the ehoicoKt garden flower to the Birnplc field daisy, The lady in whose company dm had travelled had learned to love tlm sad, pale-faced girl, 1 and when at last death overtook tier. Josephine learned to her surprise that her kind friend had heipieiithed a large portion of lirr vast wealth to herself. Homo again, at last ! There was inti nit >- rest in tin' kn n\ ledge. and she would icmain thoro until alio could do onto what to do in tho future. “ Mothor,” said sho. tho day aflorhor arrival homo, " 1 havo novor hoard ono word concerning Frank Clyde sinoo 1 lott homo. Is ho yot living " “ " Vos, my ohild; and if yon w ill go to ihtiroh with us to morrow you will soo him," said her mothor. vu tno morrow sho onoomon entered tlu> lit lU' whito ohuroh at Ulonvillo, hut tho faces raisod to her own woro nearly all strange to hot. InvohmtariK hoi eyes sought (ho pow where, years ago, sho had boon wont to soo tho kindly faoo of hov friend, Frank Clyde. Mrs.i’lydo sat thoroalono. “ Frank is Into, doubtless.” sho thought, bottling horsoll haok into hoi soul, and raising hor oyos to tho old fashioned puljiit. Tho mmislor aroso, and in a oloar, ini|>iissionod voioohognn tho sorvioos of tho day. Surely sonio w horo sho had hoard that voioo. Could it ho hor old fnoud, Frank Clyde? An hour lalor sho stood hoforo him and toll tho warm clasp of his hand and hoard him woloomo hor homo in tho sanio old voioo, cultivated now. to ho suro, hut still tho sanio. I lor li no friend always, sho realized at that nioniont wiial sho had thrown away tho pim gold for the glistening linsol. Afiorward sho loarnod how Ins disappointed ho|ios had oausod him to --oil tho farm ho had bought flunking s/a would have his homo with him, and go away; and how his mothor oaiuo to hvo with tho lonloy parouts sho had dosorlod, during his ad •onoo from his nalivo place, Two yoars hoforo .loso|ihmo' roturu ho had ad drossod tho nooiilool (in nvillo from tin litllo jMilpit m tin* littU' old ohuroh, Ouo your after hor roturu tho wed ding bolls rang out a joyful peal as arm in arm Frank Clyde and Josephine (iraugor walked into that sanio litllo ohuroh to ho mado ono for Ilio rotnain dor of Ihoir livos; and when lator on that sanio day sho onlorod hor own homo, thoro stolo into hor hoar! onoo moro porfool lost and peace. IT) it in )• ho n I Nat ii ro. Nuraiut'iHtt, H*al.> Him*. Mim. L,, til San iM’iuinscu, a innut os timahlo lady, has boon Iho ohsorvod of all observers this sonsou at Santa Cm/. tho admiration of tho gentlemen and onvy of tho ladies. Ilandsonio, grano ful and ohiirming on land, sho was per footion in iho wator, and by hor hold and splendid swimming furnishod en joyment to horsolf and wonderment to hor loss a ‘ooniplishod aoipiainlanoos, Sho woro a light lilting bathing suit, which oovorod hor from bond to fool, hut failed to oonooal hor beautifully moulded limbs, Tho women said it was art pure art; that undor hor bath ing-suit sho oonooalod pads and padding to disguise hor paucity of charms, and that hor astonishing endurance in the wator was duo to plenty of cork simi larly hidden. Mrs. 1,, of course hoard of it, anil one day, instead of riding down to the hoaoli in tier carriage with hor bathing costume on, as had been her custom, sho resolutely marched down to tho bathing houses, procured one nf the ordinary light costumes and tripped down to the beach the cynosure of all eyes, her hum limbs challenging criticism. She then swam out into (lie surf a mile, Moating ami disporting her self in the arms of old Neptune, and returned. A t a result of her roup dr linin' the won,on wore discomfited, the voice of envy silenced and Iho men raved worse than over. Woman n>* a Taster anti a Smeller. Tim I'nll Mall (hi-'llr my* that tin* mill kt'tl superiority of women over mt'ii is mi few jiouittt morn remarkable (l.an in their superior powers of smelling anil tasting. A woman will deleel tin* faintest odor of tobacco when a man, I'Vcn (hough a non-smoker, often fail* In discover any symptom of it. A* with Hindi mo With taste. Women are marvelously acute ami fastidious in the matter of sauces and all Havering in gredients. This faculty has been recog nized in a moNt pleasing manner by the composition of the jury who arc to de cide in Paris on the merilM of the mus tards of various nations. The mustard congi ess is to consist of twelve die men and an eijual numher of ladies. This arrangement, it is stated, is owing to a suggestion that the palates of men are vitiated hy smoking; whereas, wo men, who do not, a* a rule, indulge in that pernicious hahil, are likely to he better ipialilied to form a correct opin ion on the merits of condiments. lIIMV to (ltd Sick. K.vpotn yourself day and night; eat too much without exercise; work 100 hard without rest; doctor ad the time; take all the vile nostrums advertised, and then you will want to know How to Het Well. Which is answered in three words— Take Hop Hitters? Bee other column. -• • 4K- It has been decided that the only time you are at liberty to hug another man's wife is at bathing or dancing. NO.