Passaic City Record
And FREEMAN’S MAGAZINE.
VOL XIV-No. 142.
PASSAIC CITY, N. J., JUNE 4, 1890.
PRICE 3 CENTS
The Martyred Heroes.
And I see a phantom army come.
With never a sound of fife and drum,
But keeping time to a throbbing hum
Of walling and lamentation.
The martyred heroes of Malvern Hill,
Of Gettysburg end ChanoeUorsrille,
The men whose wasted figures fill
The patriot (raves of the nation.
—Bret Harts.
IT WAS A CHEAT DAT.
The Children of the Paasale Sunday
Schools Enjoy Their Annual Walk.
Yesterday was a gala day for
our little folks; in. fact for many
of our big folks, for everyone who
participated in the children's pa
rade was delighted beyond telling.
No similar affair ever held in
Passaic equalled it. Probably such
a parade has never been held in
New Jersey. It seems almost im
possible that nearly 3,000 coildren
could be assembled into a proces
sion, but such was the case yester
day, and a prettier and neater
collection of little tots we defy any
city to produce. The column
formed on Passaic avenue and
with martial music at its head the
great procession moved out to the
D., L. & W. track and back, after
which they disbanded, each school
returning to its own church, where
the children were addressed and
served with ice cream and cake.
A GOOD SHOWING.
All Bills Paid and Honey In the
Treasury.
The fourteenth annual statement
of the receipts and disbursements
on account of the First M. E. Church
has just been published and should
be very gratifying to the members
of that organization. Since the
withdrawal of Mr. John. O, Totten
as treasurer Mr. If. B. Caverly has
performed the duties of that office.
and exact financial manager Mr.
Totten is and we presume that he
still has an eye on the finances of
the church.
According to the treasurer’s re
port the receipts from all sources for
the year ending May 31, 1890, were
$4,720.68, while the disbursements
were only $4,585.50; sixty-nine
dollars of which went to the
Johnstown sufferers.
The system of envelope collec
tion has proven very successful, as
also the manner of renting the
pews.
knows what a careful
ROSE’S ADVENTURES
OR,
The Pursuit of Happiness.
BY B. C. J.
Chapter IV.
She ran on and on until she drop
?id down from sheer exhaustion.
he place looked so cool and invit
ing that she lay where she was and
lazily looked around her. Good
gracious! What was that great
yellow thing lying only three
feet away ? She sprang to
her feet and cautiously went up
to it. Why, it was a great pumpkin,
but how big, quite large enough to
live in, and as if to verify her state
ment a little door and two windows
instantly appeared.
So many queer things happened
since she left home that she scarce
ly felt any surprise; she ceased to
wonder and took everything as it
came. The little door stood open
invitingly and Rose timidly peeped
in. Such a cute little room met
her gaze that she uttered a
scream of delight and boldly enter
ed. There was a pretty carpet on
the floor, white curtains to the
windows, the daintiest little bed,
everything most necessary to house*
keeping. Rose felt in some inde
scribable way that the dwarf was
at the bottom of it, and she thank
ed him in her heart. Now her self
ish nature began to assert itself.
She instantly forgot all about the
poor little girl in such dire dis
tress, forgot her resolution to help
her, forgot everything but that she
was in the sweetest, dainitest little
house ever made, and here she
meant to stay until something bet
ter turned up. So she took off her
things and began to hunt around
for something to eat. At last she
spied a little door; she opened it
and saw a shelf covered with de
licious dainties. “Oh, Oh; never
was anything so delightful. ” She
at once set the little table with
dishes which she found, and sat
down to as dainty a repast as heart
could wish. After eating all she
wanted, the dishes instantly disap
peared and were replaced by clean
ones all re’ady for the next meal.
It was now quite dark, and Rose
lit a lamp and began to prepare for
bed, which merely consisted of
taking off her hat and sack, as she
had no night-dress. She was soon
fast asleep and all was dark and
quiet in that little house.
We will now turn our attention
to the great cow in the meadow.
It was moonlight; the giant had
forgotten her; she was hungry, so
hungry in fact that she fairly trem
bled. Woe to anything that hap
pened in her path. There she stood,
this great hungry cow, alone in
the middle of the meadow. Sud
denly her great eyes brighten. She
sees something. How her tail
whisks back and forth. A pause—
then off she goes. Her great hoofs
clitter clatter with such force that
the earth shakes. What is it she sees?
Why the pumpkin, great, yellow,
delicious looking pumpkin. No
wonder her eyes grew bright, what
cow could resist so delicious a mor
sel? She begins to slacken her pace
until she gets up to it, and then she
stops. What is the matter? She
sniffs at it and walks slowly around
it as if suspicious. The pumpkin
appears a little different from the
rest; there seems to be life in it
but never mind, she was too hun
gry to be fastidious. H ow was she
to get at it? At last she spies the
stem, which serves as Rose’s chim
ney, and opening her great mouth,
she lifted it up as easily as we
would an apple. She gave it a good
shake, and with a satisfied moo,
she slowly opened her mouth, and
—it had disappeared from all
earthly view.
Halt an hour afterwards you
might have seen the great cow
strutting contentedly along,
munching the fragments of as
appetizing a meal as she had had
in many a day.
Where was Rose? Had the cow
eaten her up? No. While asleep
she was awakened by a great jar
as if the house was tumbling down.
Suddenly it seemed as if the house
was lifted up in the air, everything
turned upside down, causing the
shutters to fly open, and before
she could realize what had happen
ed she was dashed out upon the
ground with such force as to com
pletely stun her. She lay there
until she was aroused by a drop of
water falling on her face, and look
ing up she saw a little fairylike
creature poising on the petal of a
large rose, and she was flinging
down drops of dew on Roses’ face
quiet vigorously for a fairy. When
the little creature saw that Rose
had returned to consciousness, she
rang a tiny bell, and immediately
a troop of brilliant little beings
appeared before her and stood
awaiting her orders. But the fairy,
apparently taking no notice of
them, addressed herself to Rose:
“My child, you are in a pitiable
condition, and if you desire my
assistance in anything, you must
answer me truthfully.” Rose was
all attention and the fairy contin
ued: “Is there any particular
object or treasure that you wish
to obtain?” Rose, who was consid
erably humiliated and crestfallen,at
once thought of the little girl whom
she had promised to help, and so
many mishaps had already befallen
her, that she began to think that
perhaps after all she would be
happy only after releasing the little
girl, so she said, “Yes.”
“Is it obtainable only by going
through great dangers?” Rose,
thinking of the giant, again an
swered, “Yes.” “Are you seeking
this object for its own sake, or for
the sake of a reward for obtaining
it?” Rose blushed deeply, for she
felt right away that it was for the
latter reason. All she was doing it
for was to obtain happiness, there
fore it could be called a reward, so
she hesitatingly answered, “I’m
ashamed to say it is for”—then she
stopped, she could not say it; what
would the fairy think of her. But
that little personage spoke up with a
dazzling smile: “Go on, truth is
a sure way to happiness.” She
spoke unwittingly, but Rose caught
at the chance. “That’s what I’m
going to do it for.” Having said
which, she subsided into blushing
silence. “Bravo,” cried the fairy.
“You certainly deserve happiness
for admitting as much, and you
shall certainly have it if my efforts
prove of any avail.”
She then turned her attention to
her subjects and said: “Bring me
at once my invisible cap and
smelling salts. ” Off they flew like
a swarm of glittering butterflies,
and before Rose had time to
breathe they were back again.
“Now, ” said the fairy to Rose,
“here is a cap you must wear in
order to obtain the key from the
giant.”
“How did you know about the
giant?” exclamed Rose in astonish
ment. “Do you suppose there is
anything on this island that I do
not know about?” replied the fairy
indignantly? “The giant owns it,
to be sure, but I preside over it
unknown and unseen by him. I
am its good angel and he its evil
master, and anyone unfortunate
enough to set his or her foot on
this soil, is guarded by me, pro
vided he or she is truthful. My
name is truth and I am instinc
tively drawn toward anyone
possessed of truthful qualities, how
ever few they may be. But to
return to the subject in hand:
“The dwarf, who is my most
faithful subject, omitted a mc^t
important item in his admonition,
vi* .: the cow who so unceremon
iously precipitated you upon the
ground, keeps vigilant guard over
the meadow, and whoever steps
into it never comes out alive unless
they are under my protection.
Now this cap has the powe? Id
make the wearer invisible, and in
order to approach the giant, who
rests under the tree in the further
corner, you must wear this cap.
By so doing you will be able to
reach him in perfect safety, the
cow, however strong, is powerless
before this cap, simply because she
cannot see the person who wears
it. Now, in reference to the smell
ing salts, when you reach the
giant, you must immediately hold
this to his nose; if you fail to do
this, there is danger of his awaken
ing before you succeed in getting
the little girl away. It will also
serve another purpose: after
releasing the little girl, she will
feel very weak and faint, and in
order to get her away without
delay, she will need a stimulant,
you therefore give her two drops
of this on a rose leaf which I will
give you and she will instantly
revive.
“Now I have given you all the
advice necessary, and if you think
only of the little girl’s happiness
instead of your own you will suc
ceed." Having said this, the fairy
put the cap on Rose, gave her the
smelling salts and then plucked off
a tiny rose leaf which she did up
in pink tissue paper and handed it
to Rose, telling her on no account
to lose it. Then kissing her hand to
Rose, she and her little troop sailed
off on a sunbeam, her little bell
tinkling sweet music which grew
fainter and fainter as they passed
slowly out of sight.
To be continued.
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