Fisherman & farmer. [volume], September 18, 1891, Image 7

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A CONTRAST.
Two men toiled side by side from sun to sun.
And both were poor;
Both sat with children, when the day was
done,
About their door.
One saw the beautiful in crimson cloud
And shining moon;
The other, with his head in sadness bowed,
Made night of noon.
One loved each tree and flower and singing
bird
On mount or plain;
25b music in the soul of one was stirred
By leaf or rain.
One saw the good in every fellow-man,
And hoped the best;
The other marveled at his Master's plan,
And doubt confessed.
One, having heaven above and heaven
below.
Was satisfied;
The other, discontenteJ, lived in woe,
And hopeless died.
Sarah K. Bolton, in Boston Transcript.
WORTH WINS THE DAY.
BY EMMA C. GOODWIN.
Plain-looking, unmistakably so, even
my nearest friends could not call me
beautiful; why couldn't Nature have
been more kind when she touched rae
"with her magic wand? There is Emma
Worthington she seems to possess every
thing, beauty, wealth, accomplishments
while I Oh, dear me, I don't seem to
have anything, I have to work, and man
age, and economize, to keep things in
any sort of order. My dresses cannot be
pretty and fresh like the other girls, but
I. just have to turn them, and make them
over as best lean. Then I have no time
to improve my mind as I should like. No
wonder he doesn't care for my society, I
am so plain and unattractive; handsome,
educated young man that he is." So
soliloquized Cora Shattuck.
She had been looking in her mirror,
and the reflection brought back a face
bright with the perfect hue of health,
but even as she bad said, not beautiful.
It was framed in a mass of dark red
hair, and seldom do novelists rave over
the beauty of the red-haired girl. Her
prominent nose ended in a pug. Her
mouth, though firm, resolute, and merry,
was largo and irregularly shaped, and
the contour of her whole face was
marked by lack of symmetrical propor
tion. One redeeming feature displayed
itself, however. Anyone observing her
closely would be struck by the fine eyes,
which lit up a face otherwise plain, and
seemed at times when the soul revealed
itself through them, to transform her
-whole being into something beautiful.
They w ere of the rich, liquid hazel some
times to be found in combination with
hair of her color. She never viewed her
form, either, with anything like self
complacency. She was short, and rather
too plump, with a waist that certainly
could not be termed slender, and she did
so much admire tall, graceful people.
Why shouldn't she? Do not people
usually like their opposites?
"Yes," and the soliloquy continued,
"I just feel hateful to-night. I don't
believe anybody will ever care for me.
In fact, I don't want any one to but just
him, and I know he won't. "Why was I
created so unprepossessing, and yet with
a heart. And he did pay some attention
to me. I agree with Shakespeare that
'Men were deceivers ever.
One foot on sea, and one on land,
To one thing constant never.'
Oh ! there is the clock striking six, and
father will be here in a moment. I must
rush downstairs and see how the supper
is getting along, for I know he cannot
bear to have things late. Dear old father !
I" must not let him see me with this
scowly face. Who was it, Shakespeare
or some one else, (I must look that up)
who said, 'Love is all a woman's life,
but only half of man's?' I must say I
hardly concur with the poet in that
thought. . I believe that life consists in
3aore, in finitely more, than the love of
my man, and Begone, ye foolish,
-wicked repiniugs, prove this by your own
life by making the every-day life di
vine. ?'
Cora hurries into the kitchen where
the kettle bubbling over with merriment
seemed to understand that a tinge of dis
content has touched the usually light
hearted girl, and it sings to her a little
song of happiness. Looking into the
oven, she finds her rolls raised in light,
snowy puffs. Then the nimble-footed
girl hastes to the dining room, and with
the agile hands of one accustomed to her
work, deftly spreads the supper table.
She has just finished when she espies her
father opening the gate, and her swift
feet soon carry her to his side.
"How are you, father dear?" and the
face is uplifted for the customary kiss.
"Pretty well, little daughter, but feel
ing rather tired to-night." The father
has not been well for some time, and his
face looks grave and careworn.
"We'll have you rested in a short
time. Supper is ready, and the boys
promised to be here about this time.
There they are now."
Mr. Shattuck had formerly resided in
New York, where he had many wealthy
connections. He himself, however, had
been thrown upon his own resources
while young, but had never been suc
cessful, lacking the persevsrance, tact,
and indomitable energy. necessary to at
tainment of prosperity as a business man.
Ten years before our story opens he had
become bookkeeper in one of the princi
pal stores of Sprajville, which position
be still retains. Five pear later the
real manager of the household, died,
leaving Cora, then fifteen, Henry, two j
years younger, and Max, ten years of
age. Brave little Cora left school and
took upon herself the duties of house
keeper, with a little assistance. She has
managed surprisingly well, inheriting
her mother's bright, energetic spirit.
Her father leans upon her more than
either of them is aware of, and the boys
find in her both mother and sister.
Certainly she is not faultless, as the
opecing sentences of this chapter plainly
show, ner fiery temper has been hard
to curb, and, naturally very ambitious,
little periods of discontent at her narrow
life often creep over her, but she is learn
ing the great lesson that 4Whoso ruleth
his own spirit is mightier than he that
taketh a city," and seldom do her father
and brothers know ot the wrestlings and
fightings of the inner life. Conquering
self, even in the drudgery of her simple
life, she is fast developing into a noble
woman.
The father, the daughter, and the boys
are gathered around the inviting supper
table. The fragrance of the steaming
tea sends up a delicious aroma. The
rolls, now of a crispy brown, so pleasant
to a true cook's eye, are waiting to be
eaten. In the center is a vase of wild
flowers, resting against the background
of spotless linen. Surely the sight of it
all is enough to tempt any one's appetite.
So think the boys, as, after grace is said,
they commence to appease their hunger.
"I am as hungry as a bear; I tell you,
Cora, you'ae an elegant cook," utters
impetuous, warm-hearted Max. "Rob
Payson said to-day, 4I can't bear to see
a girl with red hair, I think they are
horrid looking.' Saya I, 'Rob Payson,
you better look out for yourself, I've
got a sister with red hair, and she is just
the jolliest, the dearest, the best looking,
the sweetest, the charminge3t girl that
any fellow ever saw, and what's more,
when I get old enough, I am going to
pick out a girl with red hair and marry
her. I think it's beautiful.' I guess
Rob was kind of ashamed of himself, for
he didn't say nothing more."
"Anything more," corrects quiet, stu
dious Henry, while Cora's face flushes a
little as she responds:
"Thank you, Max, for taking my part
so gallantly."
"It certainly is all true, Cora;" Henry
is speaking now; and the father adds his
word of praise.
"Yes, little daughter, you are the
greatest comfort in the world to your
father. What could 1 do without you."
"Really, I am afraid I shall get quite,
pufied up with all this adulation; let's
talk of something else."
Tea is over, the dishes cleared away, and
the family go out on the piazza to enjoy
the closing hours of the elay. It is their
evening at home, and, as they all belong
to a literary society, they carry with
them an armful of books. The father
seats himself in his armchair, with Cora
in a low camp chair at his feet, her
hands at short intervals, stroking his
carressingly, as she disengagrs them
from the book in which she is interested.
Max, seated lazily on a step, is using his
jack-knife after the manner of restless
boys, whittling, of course; and Henry
is eagerly searching through the pages of
his encyclopedia for points.
The soothing atmosphere, redolent
with the sweet scent of roses from the
garden plot in front, softly fans against
their cheeks. The Virginia creeper,
clambering up the lattice-work, its ten
drils entwining themselves daintily about
it, covering almost the whole front of the
house, adds a touch of picturesqueness
to the scene. It is certainly a very
pleasing picture, and attracts the atten
tion of a very tall, handsome gentleman,
with black hair and eyes, who slackens
his pace as he nears the gate, and seems
almost about to stop. He is
quickly noticed by Max, who calls out
familiarly :
"Hullo, Mr. Treforme."
Vincent Tae forme, a civil engineer
student at the Massachusetts Institute of
Technology, not being troubled with an
over-abundance of ready money, has ac
cepted the position of head clerk in one
of the summer hotels of Sprayville, for
his vacation season. He had been in
troduced to Cora a year or so before in
Boston, and, on his coming to the sea
side resort, had at first paid her marked
attention; but, with the fickleness, that
characterizes his sex, he was caught by
the attractions of the rich, dashing,
handsome Emily Worthington, and
drawn under the meshes of her fascinat
ing power.
The rich blood, mantling high in
Cora's cheeks, makes them vie in color
with the roses on her bosom, as she
looked up.
"Good evening," and Vincent's hat is
lifted, as he bows gracefully to the
whole party. "It seems an intrusion to
break the spell, and interrupt such a
happy-looking family group."
"Not at all, we are glad to see you,"
Mr. Shattuck cordially says; and Cora,
quickly controlling her beating heart,
adds a polite word of welcome.
"I had some business to attend to,
and"
He is interrupted by a little Irish boy,
who suddenly rushe3 into their midst
and breathlessly exclaims, "Shure,mum,
an' it's Lexie Goldsmith is a-dyin', and
they sends me up for yez to go down."
Cora's face turns deathly white, and
hurrving into the house for her bonnet
and shawl, she reappears on the piazza in
a moment.
Vincent quickly addresses her, and
his tone has taken on the low, sympa
thetic accents of one who has been be
reaved by the death ango'. tZ though his
words are but mere forms.
"I have to pais the bou to meet my
bdsmes3 engagement, and should be glad
to accompany you, it it would be agree
able to you." .
"Certainly, thank you. Don't vrait
up for me father, or you, boys; it is im
possible to tell hojv long I may have to
stay."
The house is about three-c;uarters of a
mile distant, and Cora feels ttat she must
give wings to her feet.
"Who is Lexie Goldsmith?" Vincent
ask3, as they quickly walk.
"O, she is a little crippled girl of
fourteen, living with her uncle and aunt,
who are in poor circumstances, owing to
her uncle's dissipated habits. Her father
died wheu she was but an infant, and
her mother, after a weary struggle with
life, followed him some five year3 ago;
so Lexie had been compelled to live with
her only relatives. She is a wonderfully
sensitive child, mature beyond her years,
and everything lacking in refinement has
jarred terribly upon her finely-strung
nerves. I think I have understood her,
and she has clung to me with a tenacious,
devoted affection, that ha3 been fully re
turned by me. I did love the child.
She has been my confident as well as I
hers, and she has beea a real help to
me."
They reach the dilapidated house, and
Vincent pursues his course onward, while
Cora enters the dwelling.
The face of the child, struck with
death, looks, oh, so ghastly, and a
shudder runs through Cora's frame a3
she sees the change wrought in her. But
she quickly recovers herself, and hears
Lexie talking in a voice unnaturally
strong and clear to her uncle. "O, be
good, uncle, and meet me in heaven,
promise me, O, promise me, that you
will." The dissolute man is visibly
affected, and hot tears came down his
cheek3 as he promises. Then noticing
Cora, her face lights up, and sheays:
"Dear Sister Cosie, I am so glad you
have come," and grasping her hand, con
tinues, "I know you will meet me there."
Then turning to her aunt, she says:
"Are you r...re I shall see and know my
mother there? O, my mother, I want to
see my mother. They laid her out in
white, and she looked so pale, and still,
and beautiful. When I die I cannot lie
straight in the coffin like other people.
You will have to put me on my side.
Dress me in white. O, I am going to
heaven." The voice has grown husky
and faint, wearily she leans back, saying:
"Sing, sing, Sister Cosie."
"What shall I sing?"
"Safe Jesus."
And the sweet old song, "Safe in the
arms of Jesus," was wafted out into the
still night air. Cora possessed a vbics
of rare power and richness, thrilling in
its intensity, but it was only when
stirred by some deep feeling or emotion
that she gave full vent to the depths of
its expression.
Vincent had finished his business
transaction, and had jusb reached the
little house when the soft notes fell upon
his ear. He stepped to the threshold of
the open door, filled with a nameless
awe which would not allow him to in
terrupt the solemnity of the scene by
knocking. And such a picture as swept
across his vision. No one in the room
had noticed that the light of day had
gradually dissolved itself into twilight.
and that the twilght wa3 fast fleeing
into night, all being absorbed with the
awful sublimity of the approaching
death; so the lights had not been
brought in. Flickering shadows came
and went over the dull, faded carpet.
The pale moon rising up slowly and
looking in at the windows, shed its
silvery light across two heads; the one,
that of the fragile, dying child, with the
finely chiseled, beautiful face, and the
rich, dark ringlets clustering over the
high, white brow; the other, could this
be Cora Shattuck? He had never thought
her beautiful before; one plump hand
closed over the thin frail one within it,
and the face looked full and fresh in
sharp contrast to the delicate one beside
it, but it had become transfigured. The
calm moon resting on her hair, changed
it into a halo of glory. The beautitul
eyes were shining with a light he had
never before noticed. The soul seemed
almost to be creeping through its earthly
partitions and as she sang, "There by
his love o'ershaded," the same holy
Idght shone with radiant effulgence in
the two faces, in the face ol the one
whose earthly life was fast ebbing out,
and in the face of the other, full of the
bloom of youthful life, with all its fiery
ambitions, its exalted hopes, its lofty
aspirations. The sweet, thrilling voice,
now so soft and tender, making one
conscious of the reserve power that lay
behind it, trilled out from the depths
of the soul the last line of the chorus,
"Sweetly my soul shall rest."
Can that be the king of terrors steal
ing so silently into their midst? His
cold, chilling touch is robbed of sll its
fearfulness, and overshadowing them all
in z. cloud of perfect peace.
A mystic huih pervades the group.
Only the air has become saturated with
the last strains cf the wonderful voice
reverberating through the dim old house.
The faint, low voice is speaking now,
and bending low they catch the words,
uttered between gasping intervals,
44Mother safe rest Jesus." A few
short gasps, a sudden clasping of Cora's
hand, and the spirit of the weary sufferer
has become disenthralled from its worn
out habilaments; like the butterfly it
has burst its bonds and now no longer
fettered by the grovelling garments of
! earth it soars out into the liberty of a
life free from every downward tendency
a life hidden with its God.
They are returning homeward from
the house o? death in the bright moon
light, Vincent and Cora. Few words
have been spoken, but Vincent is think
ing. 4 'There are depths in Cora Shattuck's
nature which will never be compassed
by Emily Worthington. What is mere
beauty of face or form to beauty of
character and soul, which grows ever
brighter a3 the years roll on!"
That night as the two separate, the
raven eyes look deeply and earnestly
into the hazel eye3, until the long lashes
droop over these and a magnetic thrill
stirs every cord and fibre in them both
at the pressure of their hands.
Five years later. Mr. Shattuck has
passed over the river; Max and Henry
are in college, and where is our Cora?
Presiding over a pretty home in one of
our Western cities, as Mrs. Treforme she
has won a host of friends, and although
not particularly noticed by strangers, she
is to one man the ideal of all that is
noble, beautiful and true. Yankee Blade.
WISE WORDS.
The parlor is the matrimonial market
place.
Are you a man or woman, or are you
a part of the public?
Do not grow old; it is both unneces
sary and inexcusable.
There is no perfume like a fresh-turned
furrow in the spring.
Tte trouble with the crank is that he
will turn only one way.
The lark rehearses not and men do not
catch the secret of his singing.
There is more good common sense in
the French duel than in any other kind.
Children warm the world; there is a
wintry landscape in a graybeard's face.
Carving white pine goods boxes with a
pocket knife is a profession and not a
trade.
Thre are two ways to forge ahead, and
youcg men are frequently getting them
mixed.
He said, "Gcod morrow, neighbor,"
and "I wish you well." And I said,
4 'Canst lend me gold?" And he bade
me good-bye.
Learn your business thoroughly. Keep
at one thing ; in nowise change. Always
be in haste, but never in a hurry. Ob ,
serve system in a1! you do and under
take. Labor and pluck are the invincible
heroes who win success ; they strike out
new paths, create, contrive, think, plan,
originate, take all legitimate risks, toil to
surmount obstacles, push forward, and
win renown by success. The glorious
galaxy of successful business men and il
lustrious authors have all been hard
workers.
Consul Nearly Thirty Years.
Juan N. Navarro, Consul General in
New York City of the Mexican Republic,
took charge of the consulate in 1863 and
has remained at his post ever since. He
never grows tired of praising this coun
try and becomes enthusiastic when speak
ing of what our countrv w ill be in the
future. Speaking not long ago about
the changes which have taken place in
Mexico within the last ten years, the
features of the veteran Consul became
animated, his eyes flashed brightly,
when suddenly a cloud seemed to pass
over his face as he exclaimed: 14 You are
happy in being young, as you will prob
ably see Mexico occupying the place
which belongs to her among the nations
of the world. I am already too old to
have that satisfaction, but I console
myself in seeing my country in a pro
gressive path before I die." Chicago
Post.
Canine Sagacity.
The following story comes from Stone
Lake, Ind. : "A gentleman living oii
the banks of the lake has a small spaniel
dog that is the pet of the family. A
neighbor owned a vicious English bull
dog that seemed anxious to fight and
kill the little spaniel at any opportunity.
Strenuous etforts were made to keep the
dogs apart, but through the thoughtless
ness of some little children the dog3 met
on the bank3 of the lake and the little
spaniel began his fight for life. He
adroitly managed to get the bull-dog to
the edge of the water and then get him
where he had to swim. After this dis
play of intelligence his battle was a
good deal more than half won, for he
had the bull-dog at his mercy and in a
very short time had him drowned."
Detroit Free Preu.
Smartness of Russian Sailors.
While in dingy, smoke-soiled Cron
stadt the French naval officers frater
nized with the Russian and had oppor
tunities of learning useful lessons ia
smartness and seamanship from these fine
sailors. The Russian war ships are sec
ond only the British in point of appoint
ments and as regards the smartness of
the appearance of the men and neat,
trim decks. The discipline is far ahead
of the French, who, though less clumsy
seamen, lag even behind the Germans in
these particulars. Lord Palmerston's re
mark in regard to the Turks, 4 4 What
can you expect of a people who have no
heels to their boots?" might be inverted
to suit the French sailors who wear high
heels, like girls, and with Breton excep
tions are about as handy at sea. yew
York Timet.
THE NATIONAL GAME.
irLOT f,f Pittsburg, has plavl inc?ntr
field for eleveu years.
Co.tjtok has struck oat mors time teat
any of the New York.
The Baltimore Club has re'Ml ScorvJ
Baseman Wise and Pitcher Blakelr.
v Tf colored Ocrhara Um is ere I: ted wit!
having won forty-jne successive games.
Louisville has been crippled through tht
ckness of Stratton and the lament oi
DonoTaa.
The only u Cleveland' team ba Nn
this season was to help Chicio win the
League pennant.
Rhittes, of the Cincinnati League, has not
E itched a winning game against the Pitts
urgs this season .
Da vies, the crack pitcher of tht Milwau
kee Club, is the son of a minister an i will
not pitch on Sunday.
Ax iron-bound contract with Joha B. Day
is the thin that keens Pitcher Welch on the
pay roll of the N'ew York Club.
McGill, of the St. Louis Association, is
a great pitcher, lie has the mast per
plexing curves of any left-hander in th
country.
Arthcr Clarkso.v, of the New Yorks,
pitches a good deal like his famous brother
John, of the Bostons, and also affects his
mannerisms.
The Cincinnati League Club reieasl
Pitcher Radbourn (too high sal.iried) r.nd
signed Crane, upon many promises to ab
stain from liquor.
Brouthers still leads tht Eoatoa Associa
tion Club in batting:, but Brown an i Duffy
are close behind hira. Five of the taai have
over ..TOO in batting.
Five of the Boston Leaguers have now
over one hundred safe hits each; namely.
Long, Stovey, Tucker, Brodie and Nash.
The latter loads the team in batting.
No more young plavers will be tried by
Chicago the rest of the season. With
Hutchison, Viclcery and Gumbert doing
good work the club is well fixed ell round
now.
Miller, of Pittsburg, is the only major
league catcher who doesn't wtar a chest pro
tector. He persistently refuses to wear it
because he thinks it interferes with free
dom of movement.
The New York Club has Pitchers Rusie,
John Ewing, Welch, Sharrott, Barr, Clark
son and Coughlin under contract, and has
made an offer to Daley, late of Boston, and
all this after allowing Keofe to go.
While Baltimore and Washington were
disputing over Short Stop Ely, of the de
fnnct Duluth Club, the Brooklyn League
Club stepped in and signed him; also Pitcher
Inks, whom the Washington Club thought it
had secured.
Brouthers, of the Boston Reds, is hitting
the ball this year as in the old Detroit days.
On the last Western trip he made a record
for the longest hit at Columbus and Cincin
nati, and recently he twice put the ball over
the right field fence on the home grounds.
The value to a pitcher of having a strong
team back of him has been illustrated in the
case of Easton, who was not able to do any
thing while in Columbus, but as soon as he
had a steady team like the St. Louis Browns
back of him he is able to do excellent work.
While Anson bears the reputation of be
ing a great baseball general, and is the all
towering element in the Chicago team, yet
the fact is that much of the brains of the
team are to bo found in the man who plays
third base. If the history of this remarkable
club is ever written the chances are that full
credit for its success will not be given to that
sturdy and brainy ball player, Tom Burns,
to which he is entitle I.
There was a great eleven innings fight in
Chicago the other day between the local
team and the New Yorks, and darkness put
an end to the game, neither side having
scored a run. There was only one error
made on either side, and that was a ball
dropped by Pfeffer after a long hard run.
There were no passed balls and no wild
pitches: in fact, the game was as nearly per
fect as has been seen in some time.
NATIONAL LEAGUE RECORD.
Per
TTrwu Txnt. cf.
Chicago... 71 43 .623
Boston.... 64 4S .571
iron. 7.f. p.
Cleveland. 52 62 .450
Brooklyn.. 49 62 .441
New York.58 40 .558! Pittsburg. .4H 65 .425
Pkiladel...5S 52 .527Cincin'ati..4 68. .403
AMERICAN ASSOCIATION RECORD.
Jerl Jer
WmuLost. ct. j Wrm. TVotf. rt
Boston.... 80 33 .708 Columbus. 56 66 .459
dt. Louis. .72 44 .622' Milw'kee. .48 67 .417
Baltimore. 64 49 ..6ii Wash'gt'n.39 72 .351
Athletic. . .63 54 .538 1 bouisville..39 70 .330
Of 33,000 persons in German prisons, 14,
000 were arrested for crimes committed un
der the influence of intoxicating drinks.
THE MARKETS.
86 SEW TORE.
Beeves 2 OC Gt 4 50
Milch Cows, com. to good... (45 in)
Calves, common to prime... 3 00 25
Sheep 4 51 (a. 4 75
Lambs 5 12; d, 6 75
Hogs Live 5 jo' r, 6 00
Dressed 7 (d, 9
Flour City Mill Extra 5 25 i S.p
Patents 5 4 (J4 6 00
Wheat No. 2 Red 1 1 10,
Rye State to, 1
Barley Two-rowed State. . . 90 ot, 12
Corn Ungraded Mixed 72 75
Oats No. 1 White 40
Mixed Western 32.'t 36,
Hay Fair to Good 65 c$ 70
Straw Long Rye (') 5
Lard City Steam 6.50
Butter State Creamery 19 tf$ 23),
Dairy, fair to good . 16'c 21
West. Ira. Creamery 13 M'i 18
Factorv 12 (s 14),
Cheese State Factory 7 Oi 'J
Skims Light...... 4 (& 7
Western 6 8
Eggs State and Peon. 19j 20
BUFFALO.
Steers Western 2 00 3 GO
Sheet) Medium to Good.... 4 25 0; A 65
Lambs Fair to Good 5 75 (g
Hogs Good to Choice York 5 25 04 5 40
Flour Winter Patent 5 25 4 5 5o
Wheat No. 1 Northern. 1 12X& 1
Corn No. 2, Yellow 71
Oats No. 2, White ''' 37
Barley No. 2 Canada. 92 5 94
BOSTOIf.
Egg Near-by 22 6 23
Seeds Timo thy. Northern.. 2 00 r, 2 25
Clover, Northern.... 10 cc 11
Hay Fair 14 00 (3 15 OJ
Straw Good to Prime 14 00 (14 5J
Butter First IS 21
WATERTOWK (SCASS.J CATTLE MARKET.
Beef Dressed weight 4
aheep Lave weight
Lambs
Hogs Northern
5 C5 VI
5 (5 t
PHILADELPHIA.
Flour Penn. family '. 4 90 3 5 03
Wheat No. 2 Red. Sept.... 1 C$ ft 1 (rttf
Corn No. 2 Mixed, Sept.... 71 49 72
Dat Ungraded White. 50
Potatoes 23 & 25
J Butter Crtamaj Extra.... 23
CbaeM Part ikimj....... 9 a U