OCR Interpretation

Newport enterprise. [volume] (Newport [Del.]) 1889-1???, March 02, 1889, Image 1

Image and text provided by University of Delaware Library, Newark, DE

Persistent link: https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn88053073/1889-03-02/ed-1/seq-1/

What is OCR?

Thumbnail for

4 >
/ 7
Devoted to Industry, Commerce and Education. — In Politics, Republican ; in Religion, Christian; in all things Progressive.
Present Circulation, Fifteen Hundred.
Vol. 1, No. 1.
Our Two Pets.
A snap as in play, and man's best friend
Is doomed to his death by a brother !
How sad that the seeds of woes descend
From one stricken soul to another !
A wound whether given to body or mind,
May drink in a virus most deadly ;
)w few are the forces with health entwined:
The causes of death, what a medley !
Dear Carlo whose face all aglow with thought
Beamed fondly on all who knew him,
Met kindly the poor crazed friend that brought
The weapon of God that slew him !
The stricken one reeling in dire distress,
His fangs with the venom all dripping,
Returned for our pitying*pets caress
A blind or a frolicsome nipping.
No heed to the trifling scratch was paid,
No thought of the do. m impending,
Till thought and love from his features fade
A demon's with his now blending !
No fear was felt o'er the mark we found
On the hand of Willie^ his master,
Till two fierce firel)alls"glared around,
Proclaiming his own disaster !
More grief than terror was then expressed,
Exclaiming, "Oh mamma, see him ! "
Our horrible fate now manifest
In spasms that soon should free him !
In vain we tortured the dear little hand
And summoned the "skilled" physicians ;
praying to understand,
The "lovt" in these terrible missions !
Oh, is there a far seeing faith whose|jeyes
Set God in the most appalling?
While serpents in every paradise
Neath every flower arc crawling !
In vain still
J. B. B.
It was a cold, gray morning in January
when Corrie Durham came to take charge
of the office at Clinton. We were expect
ing her, but not altogether as she ap
pcared, and there was some confusion
among the cterks when the trim figure of
the little telegraph girl appeared at the
window and announced^her name.
"She's a darling!" "Lucky boy 1 "
said two voices simultaneously from a
near desk as George Howard passed
from the office into the waiting room.
"Do you not feel too wearied to work
this morning?" he asked, looking ad
miringly at the girl. "The presiding
operator leaves at noon I might get
some one to relieve you to-day if you are
very tired."
"Oh, no, thank you ! I slept soundly
all the way, and then I am anxious to
■ speak to Jack—he is somewhere on this
They were passing out into the open
air, and she was seized with a sudden
coughing which sounded a little forced
to young Howard, who, strange to say,
felt a sinking and burning near the
heart just then.
They reached the office, went in to
gether, and Corrie, after exchanging a
few minutes conversation with the opera
tor, bade him good-by, and sat down to
the table where two or, three instruments
were chatting away at a lively speed.
"It seems so natural to be here. I like
the tone of this sounder," she said, pull
ing off her gloves, and Upping the key
with what seemed to George unusually
small fingers.
The next instant she seized a blank
and was copying a message that came in
quick, close dots and dashes, not too
swift for her pen, however, judging from
the way it raced across the sheet.
"O K—C—CN," said Corrie, as soon
as the instrument was still, meaning all
right, and giving her private letter as
well as those .of the'office.
"Who?" " ticked the inquisitive
"Corrie," wrote the little white fingers.
Pretty name. Glad 2 have u on our
wire. I work the key from 9 till 12—B
glad 2 hear u often," said the invisible
"Thanks," said Corrie.
"Here's another," ticked the importun
ate instrument; "eighty-seven words."
Her pen seemed to take wings and fly
across the page while copying the tele
"Ha! ha!" she laughed. "He thought
he would 'rush' me, but I'm no 'plug'—
please pardon me, Mr. Howard 1 That
word is hardly considered slang on the
wire. It is a peculiar dialect of opera
tors ; plug is a word that all beginners
"Is it?" he asked, and laughing a little,
arose to leave.
"You must come in again," she said.
He thanked her, and touching his hat,
passed out.
On going back to the office, many
were the queries of the clerks concern
ing "the little telegraph girl" as she was
ever afterward called. He answered them
all good-naturedly.
"Her face is as round as a hall," said
a last year's umpire. "I like the way she
looks at you, too, with her big brown
eyes—I'm struck, he candidly affirmed,
winking mischievously at one of his com
Howard's lips grew firm under the
blonde mustache, and presently there
was a lull in the conversation.
His dreams were all delightful that
night, and the morning found him un
usually early at his post. He called upon
Corrie that evening and the next, and
the two soon became fast friends.
One day, about a week after her
arrival, he fonnd her decorating her
"Come and help me," she said,
want these curtains up, and I'm not tall
enough to reach to the top of the window;
you are—you'd make a good ladder."
"Yes," he said, laughing, "I would,
and I'm glad of it ; I shouldn't like to be
looked down on."
It was a cosy little office. There were
reaches of carpet here and there, and
some rugs, an arm-chair before the stove,
a tiny clock, and bits of bric-a-brac upon
the table, and a cage with a canary which
was jubilant with song.
"Isn't he a treasure? Corrie asked,
seeing how admiringly her friend listened
to the bird.
"He is, Indeed; but who wouldn't sing
here ?" Howard replied, letting his eyes
warder about the room.
"Do you sing ?" questioned Corrie.
"Do you ?"
"Yes ; a little. I have such a sweet
toned guitar at the house."
"Let me walk home with yau, please,
and hear it. I like the guitar. "
"Very well. I suppose I can go now;
the wires have been unusually quick to
day. Wait just a minute, please."
Going to the instrument, she began
calling rapidly. Some one answered.
"Good-night, dear," wrote her hurry
ing fingers. "G. H. is going along to
open the gate. He is so good. I am in
love with him—ha ! ha I Call me to
morrow morning. I couldn't get along
without our nice chats over the wire,
"Good-night, and God bless you?"
drummed out the instrument, making
glad the features of the orphan giri, and
strangely serious those of her companion,
who was watching her intently.
"We can go now, she said, rising and
putting on her gloves.
The snow crushed under foot as they
walked, the air was cold and biting, and
the wind blew with freezing intensity,
upon them.
"Isn't it cold ?" Corrie said; "and it
looks so warm over there in the west."
He held the gate open without speak
"Thanks—you are so good 1 " she told
him when he again joined her.
"That seems to be a favorite expression
of yours—so good," he replied, glancing
at the gloomy old house they were ap
She looked up into his face.
"Yes, it is, but you don't seem to
like it."
"Oh, yes, I dol " I always look cross
when I'm cold. I'm very impatient at
times, and that old gate is as slow to
turn on its hinges as some people are to
She laughed childishly,and the sarcasm
died in his heart instantly.
She sang in the firelight. Her voice
was low, and the words had a melting
tenderness that brought unshed tears
into her own beautiful eyes.
Howard looked into the fire while she
sang, and when she ceased he took the
"You shall not sing longer; it makes
you sad, and I cannot bear that. I love
you too much to ask you again. I want
you to believe what I say, too ; for I do
love you." He drew his fingers across
the wires. "1 will sing something more
" 'Come where my love lies dreaming,
Dreaming the happ> hours away.' "—
He turned toward her, and saw that
she was crying softlv.
"Dont I" she begged. "Jack used to
sing that 1"
A silence followed ; and the next thing
Howard was entirely conscious of was his
effort to lift the ponderous gate that
opened on the highway.
The church bells were ringing when
Corrie awoke, and all the morning her
office seemed peculiarly lovely. She
wondered if Mr. Howard would come in
that day, and smiled despite herself
as she thought of his sudden departure
the evening before. She must have said
something to wound him, but she felt no
remorse in her heart for asking him not
to sing Jack's song. She would explain to
him more satisfactorily next time. But
her face grew woefully serious—perhaps
he wouid not come again. How the sun
glimmered on the snow 1 She walked to
the door, opened it, and stood looking
down the platform.
Two ladies were approaching. One
was pretty and prettily dressed. It must
be Miss Olivia Brown. She had heard
Mr. Howard speak of her. Each knew
the other at a glance. Corrie's lips
shaped themselves for a smile, which was
slain the next instant by the cruel words
of the passer by.
"Such a common girl 1 " she was say
ing to her companion—"a perfect play
thing for George—you should hear him
laugh about her. Look how she stares at
us ! If he continues his visits there, I
shall discard him."
Corrie disappeared from the door. She
sat in her chair, leaned her elbows upon
the telegraph table, and dropped her
face in her hands. Her heart—how it
ached ! For hours she sat there. The
instruments called and called—no answer
from "CN." The wind wizzed across the
panes and seemed wrestling with those
taunting words. " "Common girl. Perfect
plaything." She could endure it no
longer, and hurrying on her long gray
cloak, she locked the office door and
started home. Soon there came quick
steps and glad voices behind. She
lowered her veil. They passed, and,
looking after them, she recognised the
tall figure of George Howard and Miss
Of all the strange freaks of love this
one phase of it baffles me. How he,,
whose heart was full of Corrie, although
aggravated by one of her whims, could
so conceal his true feelings by pretended
fondness for another, I say it baffles me.
In his heart Corrie's image was secondary
to none ; he held it there securely, like
the gold clamps of a ring about a dia
mond setting ; and yet he brushed past,
- T I
In presenting to
the eye the above
familiar corner, at
7th and Market,
Wimlington, we
can only hint at
the high character
of this double, rep
resentative, busi
ness institution, for
such it is, and
not a mere
rest atisfied with
saying that the well
merited honor of
the old firm name
is being enhanced
by the new man
agement ; but it
should be added
that the selection
of Mr. Taylor who
is the present head
of the firm, for Pre
sident of the
Board of Trade,
was no hollow com
pliment; but a nat
ural recognition of
superior, practical
ability and known
'. , ,.
■ SB
■ ;i -
m#L .
We might
Ë !
r ...
3 ',U'
* "r-S
jjm OKERS ||Vc|j
' : i
„••• -
pretending not to know her, and guided
Miss Brown over the rugged and uneven
He did not go into her office all the
next day, and now that the novelty had
worn off, Corrie wished she had never
come to Clinton. She spoke to Jack
early that morning about the state of
her spirits, and he declared he would
come on the south bound train, and go
with her to her Western home.
It began to rain about noon, and the
showers froze as they fell. The trees
drooped before night-fall with their icy
armor, and many of the wires were
broken down. Only one of Corrie's in
struments was working, and that feebly.
She had nothing to do, and going over
to the window, peered out at the ap
proaching train, wondering if it would
make a safe journey North over the ice
coated rails. Sitting there in a half
dreamy, half bewildered state, she saw,
or seemed to see, George Howard assist
ing some lady into the Pullman sleeper.
She shuddered intuitively, wondering
who it was en route on such a tempestu
ous and dangerous night, but Miss
Brown's smiling face appearing at the
window soon dispatched her own from
the pane, beside answering her query.
The whistle sounded, the engine pulled
out, and the train was gone.
She went back to the window, and sat
looking up at the clouds. How dark it
was getting ! Not a star peeped through
the curtained sky. The wind blew in
whirls, twisting and breaking off the
twigs of the trees. How weird the shat
tered ice sounded as it fell against the
panes 1
Suddenly, as if from a great draft, the
door flew open, and George Howard's
face appeared, livid with excitement.
"Oh God 1 O God !" he cried, stumb
ling to a chair. "I'm lost—lost—the
trains—I gave the wrong order !"
"Calm yourself," said Corrie, spring
ing to his side. "Where were they to
meet ?"
"At Tunnel Hill—number seventeen
has passed."
"Is there no intervening station now
between the trains ?" she asked, her eyes
staring wildly into his.
"One—Village Springs—but the wires
are all down," he said, and swooned.
Corrie moaned as the truth—all the
truth—of that terrible statement became
clear to her mind. She darted over to
the table, seized the key, and, making
the danger signal, began calling wildly,
on the only remaining wire, with excited :
j t _ V« »
The circuit epened and closed, and
there was a faint flutter of the relay.
Laying her ear over it, she asked, still
. • ' *
y "Where is number seventeen ?" '
The h relay trembled, the sounder 1
She k eaire n d d ag h aTn:- S * S ' r ° ng j
"Where is number seventeen, I say?" I
"Coming round the bend," ticked the |
instrument loudly. I
Display red signal and side track, the I
r ' b
first train—quick I' wrote the brave little
returned from the
"O K,
Springs' operator.
This was all she knew until, several
hours later, she found herself in her
brother Jack's arms, and her lover beside
"O— h !" she murmured, on looktng
into George's troubled eyes. "Why
didn't you tell me you were a train dis
patcher ?"
Then she hid her face on her brother's
shoulder, recollecting all Mr. Howard
had heard her say over the wire.
"Why didn't you tell me who Jack
was?" he asked, stroking her curls and
smiling gravely.
Miss Olivia made a safe journey, but
she will never know, perhaps, that her
life would have been dashed out by two
colliding trains had it not been for a
small, fair hand.
She received a neat invitation card
shortly afterward, but did not attend the
~ . . , , , ,
effiaent . an element of elocution, that
?" e f d > v '"e 'vas led to excla.m,
c Thank f° T d for ° 1 ,T hat P 3 ? tbe
: Sc | ence °f Language wh.ch treats of the
nature and classification of the elements
s Pf ch > is called Orthoepy, which
' te " U ? . n * ca , ns correc speaking ; while
tha * hlch ' reats of , the w " tten re P re :
sentatives of those elements, is called
' Orthograpy, which means correct writing,
1 as what we caU s P elIin 8 is involved ° nl y
j But ' M definitio '?' l lan S ua & e « , th <j
I ex P ressl °" ° f thought- and its original
| and constant relations to thought, give it
I a11 lts . ™P ortan "- Th «"S hte are com '
I P osed of ,deas ; , bence ' , becaUi \ e sentences
express thoughts, and words express
ideas, sentences are composed of words.
I Speech, in its highest development, is a
I rich endowment, and a wonderful facility
for social intercourse. When listening
to a fluent speaker, the imagery in his
mind is so perfectly reproduced in ours,
that we lose sight of him while we see the
same things, think the same thoughts,
and experience the same emotions that
lie does.
So in solitary, silent reading, we
become oblivious of the printed page, as
the ear is of the air through which music
comes, and the eye of the light which
paints the landscape on its retina.
Speech and thought seem mutually
dependent, the development and im
provement of each keeping even pace
with the other.
The analysis of language and the
classification of its elements have led to
a systematic arrangement of all that has
been learned about it, and this is called
The names of some of the quantities
of language are : word, phrase, clause,
proposition, sentence. These may be
With the Boys and Girls.
None too old
join this class.
This word is derived from lingua, the
Latin for tongue; but just how the * got
changed to a, is not so easy to
explain ; probably, somewhat as long
since came to be "lang syne" in Scotch.
Literally, the word language means
longuage, which is a pretty good name
for speech, because the tongue is the
principal organ employed in it. Hence,
one's native language is sometimes called
his mother tongue ; and when one gets
too talkative, he is occasionally advised
to hold his tongue. But the lips, teeth,
palate, nose, trachea, and lungs, are just
as guilty as the tongue in excessive
speech ; and there is quite as much
propriety as elegance in the expression
"he has too much lip. " There is hardly
as much philosophy in hold your jaw,"
as in "stop your blowing ;" and none of
these can be considered classical.
The lungs and trachea produce voice ;
and the other vocal organs make the
obstructions to breath and voice, which
constitute articulation. In speech the
open, unobstructed vocal sounds are
known as vowel sounds, while those
which result from articulation are called
consonant sounds, which, according to
the articulating organ employed, are
classed as labials, linguals, palatals,
dentals, nasal or aspirate.
Every boy and girl can analyze spoken
words for him or herself by uttering them
slowly,and noticing carefully what organs
are used. For example, in speaking the
word obligation, we hear nine sounds,
the ist, 4th, 6th and 8th being vowel,
the 2d, labial, the 3d, lingual, the 5th,
palatal, the 7th, imperfect lingual aspir
ate, and the 9th, linguo nasal. It is
interesting to notice that vowel sounds
give audibility to words at a distance.
Hence, there is no word without one or
more of them; i, a and o, are the three
English words, each consisting of a
single sound. This'affords great economy
in view of the frequent repetition of the
first and second, while the last is so
spoken or written, and are the subject
matter of Grammar. The following are
recognized only in writing or print ;
paragraph,verse, section, article,chapter,
part, volume, book,work, library. These
are not related grammatically, but only
Words, the smallest quantities of lan
guage, have been classified in Grammar
on six different bases : in respect to their
sounds, their derivation, their structure,
their meaning, their use and their mutual
Until recently, Grammar has dealt
chiefly with words, and largely with the
physical forms of words. The great
advance within a few years, consists in
applying analysis to the thought side of
This deals with the meanings, uses
and relations of words. In respect to
fundamental meaning, there are three
classes of words that express ideas ;
in respect to the customary use made
of these meanings in speech, there are
ten classes ; and in respect to the mutual
relations into which words enter by com
bination, there are seven classes.
Now, boys and girls,kind nephews and
nieces, I should like to have you that
know something of Grammar, write out
and send to the Editor, the names of the
three classes, the ten classes, and the
seven classes, above referred to ; and
especially to give your opinion, as to why
there are three, ten, and seven classes, on
these three bases, and neither more nor
less. In some future "Talks," I will
explain what you do not know about it.
Yours to aid,
Uncle John.
College of Conservation, Economy
and Utilization of Forces and
It may not be generally known that
an institution of the above description is
to be established in Newport ; but we
recommend it, we have selected the site,
the details oi the plan are being
arranged, and it will exist, just as soon as
it is organized.
Seriously, it would be a valuable acces
sion to the country's educational and
industrial facilities. The most important
conception of modern science is that of
"the correlation of forces and the conser
vation of force." This great discovery
relates to natural forces, but, as the
forces developed by art are only the
utilization of an infinitesimally small
portion of the known forces of nature,
the world's present knowledge and needs
imperatively demand that more attention
shall henceforth be given to the conser
vation, economy and utilization of the
world of forces, which are everywhere
recognized, and more or less under
human control. Not a millionth part ot
the forces known and measurable, are
saved when within our grasp, or utilized.
Again, there are thousands of invaluable
inventions made daily in all departments
of human effort, which are never applied
where they ought to be, and so are lost ;
while thousands of inventors give to the
world daily, the most valuable practical
inventions, which ignorant cupidity
adopts upside down, or wrong end fore
most ; and the worthy inventor and the
worlds of science and art are robbed
of their just dues.
All this is to be remedied by and by,
by the "Newport College of Con
servation." Men of action, clear the
way ! The lot is ready : who will donate
the building ? The faculty are waiting
to be called. Science and Art are longing
for it.
We must not always associate Schools
with education. Mental development
and discipline are going on wherever
minds are acting or being acted upon.
Stores, offices, shops, saloons, play
grounds and streets, are educating rightly
or wrongly.
O, to feel the wild thrill of the »wallow.
The wonder of the wing!
On the soft blue billows of air to follow
The summer, to soar and sing!
To drink blue air and to feel it flowing
Through every dainty plume,
Uplifting, pillowing, bearing, blowing,
And the earth below in bloom!
"Ih It far to heaven, O »wallow, swallow
The heavy hearted sings;
"For I watch your flight, and long to follow,
The while I wait for wings."
—Anna Beynton AveriH
Kate Castleton at Home.
One would not think it probable, after
witnessing pretty Kate Castleton dance
about the stage, kick up her heels and
smile in such a saucy way, that her pet
hobby is to arise in the morning at her
charming home, Castleton manor, near
Oakland, Cal., cook the breakfast, and
then tramp all over the place. But she
does. After breakfast she takes a peep
in the stables to see that her horses are
being properly fed and cared for, mean
ders around to the hennery to feed the
poultry, then to the garden to water the
flowers, and last, but not least, to the
kennels, where she has the finest selec
tion of dogs on the Pacific coast. In
fact, there are very few kennels in the
world that can equal it, every one of the
dogs being a prize winner.
She frequently spends hours in their
company, and it really seems as though
they expected her visits as a part of their
daily routine. Big Ned, the dog for
whom she would not take a fortune, once
saved her life. She was taking her morn
ing canter one summer two years ago,
and was about to alight from the horse;
when her dress caught in the saddle.
The horse became frightened, gave à
sudden start and dragged the fair actress
along the ground. Big Ned jumped to
the rescue, seized the bridle rein and
held the animal still until she was res
cued from her perilous position. Nothing
is too good for Ned. Miss Castleton is
also a great lover of old bric-a-brac, and
her summer home is filled with rare and
costly specimens.—Chicago Herald.
A Sad State of Affairs.
An evil which threatens women is the
bad literature of the day. Ninety-nine
novels out of a hundred are injurious. A
woman should never read a fictitious
story which misrepresents life; she
should beware of the sensational book
and any book that influences the mind
by its passion. Obscene pictures which
are passing through our postoffices every
day should be anathematized in every
possible way. I am sometimes tempted
to believe that amateur photography is a
In modern society one-half of the so
ciety men are wondering how in the
world they can get the wives of the other
half. This may bring smiles to some
faces, but it will bring tears to the eyes
of others in this city. Clubs and hotels
becoming dens of corruption. 1
know a man in New Haven whose hand
one-half the people of this city would
be proud to grasp. Yet I know that this
m a n has two families living in different
parts of this country. There may be
others of the same sort whom I do not
know.—Rev. A. W. Wheeler, of New
Clothing of British Clergymen.
Can anything more absurd and less Im-
pressive be imagined than the hat,
clothes and boots worn by the British
clergymen who throng to London in
May? A nondescript seedy hat, generally
of the wideawake description, a long
coat cut like a sack, a pair of baggy
trousers, very much "knee'd," a huge
pair of square toed bulgy boots and a
gingham umbrella make up a costume
which is at once grotesque and disreput-
able. The old fashioned clergyman used
at least to dress like a gentleman, and
the Roman Catholic priest has a peculiar
and unmistakable style of his own I
quite fail to see, therefore, why the
modern curate should array himself like
a cross between a broken down under-
taker and a cafe waiter out qf work.—
Labouchere in London Truth.[
-> •
Discounting Fickle Cr.pid.
A society has been organized in Den-
mark under the name qf the "Celibacy
Assurance society," its object being to
provide for those women v. !io either
cannot or will not provide themselves
with a husband. The premiums, which
are on various scales, begin at the age
of 18 and end at 40 , a period at which it
is supposed most of the members will
have abandoned any thought of mar-
riage. Such being the case, the
receives an annuity for life. If, however,
she marries at any time after or bel ors
40 she forfeits all her claims. With
the profits thus accruing by chance or
purpose the society hopes to provide for
its members "doomed to single blessed-
ness."—Providence Journal.
His Bride Came From Castle Garden.
The wife of Hieronymus Kirchner, of
Cranberry township, died leaving him a
wealthy widower of 70 odd years, with a
longing for a new wife. Ho wasted a
month in vainly looking around. Then
he concluded to advertise. Mary Galow,
a recent arrival at Castle Garden, heard
of him and came right on to Butler. A
meeting took place, which was perfectly
satisfactory, and the aged groom and the
blushing 80 -year-old bride became one.—
Butler (Pa.) Cor. Pittsbursr Commercial.
Subscribe for the Enterprise.

xml | txt