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THE NEBRASKA ADVERTISER
XV. W. 8ANDKK8, l'ubllilier.
NEMAHA, -.-'-- NEIJKASKA.
THOUGHTS AT EVE.
When tho nickorlriK flrollKlitn flumlng
rIukIowr on tho wall ilo cant,
Memory couk-h to hold anil haunt mo with
thu iiumiork'H of tho lutflt.
And my heavy heiirt turns backward,
thoiiKli the yearn Imve onward rolled,
To the happy time of childhood, to tho
youthful cluys of old.
Knrly BccneH nnd enrly plenmires now arc
Iilctured to my eyes;
DccdH nnd wonlH of playmatcH dlntnnt
throtiKliii? round my heart will Hho.
Now I henr their childish laiifjlitcr ring
within iint'CHtnil hiillH,
And their hurrying footmeps loudly Bound
within thu ancient IiiiIIh.
For In lclndncxrt now tho dlntnnco nnnworn
to my longing nigh,
When I think of whnt to-dny Ih nnd tho
ilnys thnt have gono hy.
For In fancy now I listen to thoso talcs in
childhood told
FcatH of valor done In battle, dono hy
warriors strong and hold.
Nor
onr houIb were little doubting that
tlin ntnrldu Mmv with true.
And our throbbing hearts would echo ovcry
deed our hero'd do.
Then our lives were full of Kindness, nover
came a thought of sorrow
With tho anguish of to-day, with tho pain
that comes to-morrow.
I.lfo 1b but a fltrugglc, ceaHelesfl; nothing
comes to him who'll wait;
Who will thrive must battle ever against
thu crushing hand of fate.
Mnn Ib but her plaything lightest, that nho
glveH no heavy thought,
Though 'tlH said for pome wIho purposo
mankind In tho world wan brought.
This the lesson man Is learning, that tho
coming years will teach:
All with weary effort striving for tho
things beyond their reach.
This we know not, nor our childish hearts
had learned,
Thnt to fame and fortune highest ever
would our souls bo turned:
Till wo nlckcn In tho struggle of tho never
ending strife,
And wo long but for ono moment of our
happy childhood life.
TlniH my thoughts nro bnckwnrd turning
when tho dying day is dead,
When tho dreary shadowH gather nnd tho
wings of night are spread.
And T gare lito tho darkness, gazo so
blankly out my door,
Eerie shadows round mo stealing faintly
fall upon the floor.
Winfleld Spiers, in 1'hllndolphla Tress.
POLITICS AND FISH.
UV .)OHN 1IUCIIAN.
II 13 farmer of
ClachlundH was n
tory, Btorn and un
bending. It wn
the tradition ofhiH
family, from his
grandfather, who
had been land
hteward to Lord
Manorvvnter, down
to Ids father, who
had onee heconded
u vote of confi
dence in the sitting member. Such tin-
ditions, lie felt, were not to be lightly
despised; things might ehunge, empires
might wax tmd wane, but Ids obligation
continued; a sort of perverted noblesse
oblige was the fanner's watchword in
life; and, by dint of much energy and
lmd language, he lived up to it.
Aa fate would hae it, the Clachlamls
plo.wman was a radical of radicals. He
had Imbibed his opinions curly in life
from a speaker on the green of March
thorn, and eer since, by the help of a
weekly penny paper and an odd volume
of tlladstone's speech, had continued
his education. Such opinions in a con
servative country side carry v, ith them
a reputation for either abnormal clear
ness or abnormal folly. The fact that
he wiiK a keen fisher, a famed singer of
Kings, and the best judge of horses in
the place, caused the verdict of his
neighbors to incline to the former, nnd
he ptissed for something of an oracle
among his fellows. The blacksmith,
who was the critic of the neighborhood,
summed up his character in a few
words: "Him,' said he in a tone of min
gled dislike nnd admiration, "him! He
would sweer white was black the morn,
nnd dod! he would prove it tae."
It so happened in the early summer,
when the land was green, and the trout
plashed in the river, that her majesty's
government saw fit to appeal to an in
telligent country. Among n people
whose polities light hard with their re
ligion for a monopoly of their Interests,
feeling ran high and brotherly kindness
departed. Houses were divided against
themselves. Men formerly of no con
federation found themselves suddenly
Important, and discovered that their
Intellects and conscience, which they
had hitherto Milued at little, with
things of serious interest to their bel
ters. The lurid light of publicity was
thed upon the lives of the rlal candi
dates; men formerly accounted worthy
and respectable were proved no better
than whited sepulehers, nnd each man
was filled with a morbid concern for his
fellow's ehnraeter and beliefs.
The fanner of Claehlands called a
meeting of his laborers in the great
dusty barn, which had been the scene
of many similar gatherings. Hissperuh
on the occasion was vigorous ami to the
'loint: "Ye are a' my men," h said.
'an' I'll se Unit yo vote ileht, Ye're
v LnnJ
tincddlented folk, nnd ken naethiug
about the matter, sac ye just talc' my
word for't, that the torles are in thu
lielit. and vote accordingly. I've been
a guid maister to ye, and It's shurely
better to plcesurc me, than a wheen
leein' seoondrels white tramp the coun
try wl' leather bugs and print It- trash."
Then arose from the back the plow
nurh, strong In his convictions: "Listen
to me, ye men," says he: "justoteas
ye think best. The inalster's a guid
Inaister, as he says, but he's noeht t
dae. wl' your votin'. It's whnt they ca'
inteemcdiitlon to Interfere wl' nnybody
in this matter. So mind that, an' vote
for tho workln'inan an' his riehts."
Then ensued a war of violent words.
"Is this a mcetln' in my barn, or a
pcnny-waddln'V"
"Ca't what ye please. I ennnn let ye
n Moid thu men."
"While talks about mislcndin'? Is't
mlsle.idin' to lead them rielit?"
"Tin. question," said the plowman,
solemnly, "it what you ca' rielit."
"William Laverhope, if yo weren.v a
guid plooninn, ye wad gang post-buste
oot o' here the morn."
"J carena what ye say. I'll stand up
for the riehts of time men."
"Men," tills with deep scorn. "I could
male better men than tliae wi' a stick
oot o' the plantln'."
"Ay. ye say that noo, an' the morn
ye'U be ca'in' ilka yln o them mister,
ii for their votes."
Tho fanner left in dignified disgust,
vanquished, but still dangerous; the
plowman In triumph mingled witli de
spair. For he knew that his fellow
laborers cared not a whit for polities,
but would follow to the letter their mus
ter's, bidding.
The next morning rose clear and
fine. There had been a great tain for
the past few days, and the burns were
coming down broad and surely. The
Claehlands water was chafing by bank
and bridge and threatening to enter the
hny-fleld, and every little ditch and
Hheep-drain was carrying its tribute of
peaty water to the greater flood. The
farmer of Claehlands, as he looked over
the landsenpe from the doorstep of his
dwelling, marked the state of the
weather and pondered over it.
He wn not in a pleasant state of
mind that niornimr. He had been
crossed by a plowman, his servant. He
liked the mini, and so the obvious way of
dealing with him by making things
uncomfortable or turning him off was
r.hut against him. Hut he burned to get
the upper hand of him, and discomfit
once for all one who had (fared lo ques
tion his wisdom and good bensc. If
only he could get him to vote on the
other side but that was out of the
question. If only he could keep him
fiom voting that was possible but un
likely. He might forcibly detain him,
in which case he would lay himself open
to the penalties of the law, and be noth
ing the gnlner. For the victory which
he desired was a moral one, not a tri
umph of force. He would like to cir
cling ent him by cleverness, to score
against him fairly and honorably on his
own ground. Hut the thing was hard,
and. as it seemed to him at the moment,
impossible.
Suddenly, as he looked over the morn
ing landscape, a thought struck him
and made him slap his legs and chuckle
hugely. He walked quickly up and
down the graeled walk. "Losh, it's
guid. l'Udue't. I'll dae't, if the weather
juist hands."
His unseemly mirth was checked by
the approach of some one who found
the farmer engaged in the minute ex
amination of gooseberry leaves. "I'm
concerned aboot thau busses," he was
Maying; "they'o been ill lockit to, an'
l I.I.
STAND VV l'OU Till".
thai: mux."
UIOHTB O'
we'll no hue half a crop." And he went
off, still Mulling, and spent a restless
forenoon in the Marclithorn market.
In the evening he met the plowman,
as he returned from the turnip-singling,
with his hoe on his shoulder. The two
men looked at one another with the air
of those who knew that all is not well
between them. Then the fanner spoke
with much humility.
"I maybe spoke rayther severe yes
treen," he said. "I hope 1 didnii hurt
your feelings."
"Xa, na! 'o me!" said the plowman,
airily.
"Jlceause I've been thinking ower the
maltter, an' I admit that a man has a
richt to his ain thochts. A'body should
hue principle an' Mick to them," said
the fanner, with tho manner of one
making a recondite quotation.
"Ay," he went on. "1 icspect ve. Wil
liam, for your consistency. Vc'ie an
t.ujupic to ut u
The other shufllcd nnd looked unhap
py. He and his master were on thu best
of terms, but these unnecessary compli
ments were not usual in their inter
course. He began to suspect, and the
farmer, who saw his mistake, hastened
to change the subject.
"(Iraiind weather for the flshln,'
said he.
"Oh, is it no?" said the other, roused
to excited interest by this home topic.
"I tell ye by the nnrn they'll be takin
as they've never ta'en this 'car. Doon
in the big pool in the Claclilands water,
at the turn o' I he turntp-fichl, there are
twae or three pounders and aibillnsyin
o' twae pund. I saw them mysel1 when
the waler was low. It's ower big the
noo, but when it gangs doon the morn,
and gets the color o porter, i'se warrant
I could whup them ooto' there wl' the
flee.'
"D'ye say sne," Raid the farmer, sweet
ly. "Vecl, it's a lang time since I tried
the Ushin, but I yince was keen oirt.
Come in bye, William; l'e something
ye niieht like to see."
From a corner he produced n rod, and
handed it to the other. It was a very
fine rod indeed, one which the owner
had gained in a fishing competition
WOULD
i" oxi: cast.
many years before, nnd treasured ac
cordingly. The plowman examined it
long and critically. Then he gave his
verdict. "It's the brawest rod I ever
saw, wi' a fine hickory butt, an' guid
grcenhert tap and middle. It wad east
the sma'est flee, and baud the biggest
troot."
;''eel," said the farmer, genially
smiling, "yo hnve a half-holiday the
morn when ye gang to the poll. There'll
be plenty o' time In the evening to try a
cast wi't. I'll lend it ye for the day."
The man's face brightened. "I wad
talc it verra kindly," he baid, "if ye wad.
My ain yln is no muekle worth, and, as
3 1 say, I'll hue time for a cast the morn's
nicht."
"1)1 mm mention it. Did I ever let ye
see my lice book? Hero it is," and ho
produced a tiitcit uannei oooic iroin a
drawer. "There's a mufst miscellaneous
collection, for a' waters an' a weathers.
1 got a heap o' them frae auld Lord
Manorwater, when 1 was a laddie, and
used to carry his basket."
Hut tho plowman heeded him not, be
ing deep in the evamination of the mys
teries. Very gingerly ho handled the
tiny spiders nnd hackles, surveying
them with the eye of a connoisseur.
"If theie's anything there ye think at
a' like the water, I'll be vena pleased if
e'll try't."
The other was sotnevvhnt put out by
this extreme friendliness. At another
time he would have refused shame
facedly, but now the love of sport was
in him. "Ye're far ower guid," he said;
"Time twae paitriek wings ate the verra
things I want, an' I dinna think l'veony
at hanie. I'm avvfu' gratefn' to ye, an'
I'll bring them back the morn's nicht."
"Guid-e'en," said the farmer, as he
opened the door, "an' I wish ye may hue
a guid catch." And ho turned in again,
smiling sardonically.
The next morning was like the hist,
save that a little wind had risen, which
blew freshly from the wet. White
cloudlets drifted across the blue, and the
air was as clear as spring water. Down
in the hollow the roaring torrent had
sunk to a full, lipping stream, and the
color had changed from a turbid yellow
to a clear, delicate brown. In the town
of Marclithorn, it was u day of wild ex
citement, and the quiet Claehlands road
bustled with horses and men. The la
borers in the fields scarce stopped to
look nt Mie passers, for In the afternoon
they too would have their chance, when
they might journey to tho town in all
importance, and record their opinions
of the late government.
The plowman of Claehlands spent a
troubled forenoon. Ills rightly dreams
had been of lauding great llsh, and now
his waking thoughts were of the same.
Polities for the time were forgotten.
This was the day to which he had
looked forward for so long, when ho
was to have been busied in deciding
doubtful voters, and breathing activ
ity into the ranks of his cause. And lo!
the day had come nnd found his
houghts elsewhere. For all such tilings
are, at the best, of licet ingiutei est, and
do not stir men otherwise than senti
mentally; but the old, kindly love of
field-sports, the joy in the smell of the
earth and the living air, lie very close
to a man's heart. So tills apostate, as he
cleaned his turnip rows, was filled witli
the excitement of the sport, and had
no thoughts above the memory of past
eploits nuil the anticipation of greater
to con.S.
UK
Midday enrae, nnd with it his release.
He roughly calculated that he could
go to the town, vote, nnd be back In two
hours, and so have the evening clear
for his fishing. There had never been
such a day for the trout in his mem
ory, so cool nnd breezy and foft, nor
had he ever seen so glorious a water.
"If ye dinna get a foil basket the nicht,
an' a feed the morn, William Laverhope,
your rielit hand has forgot its cunning,"
said he to himself.
He took the rod carefully out, put it
together, and made trial casts on the
green. He tied the flies on a cast and
put it ready for use in his own prlmitivo
fly-book, and then bestowed the whole
in the breast-pocket of his coat. Ho
had arrayed himself in his best, with
a white rose in his button-hole, for it
behooved a man to be well-dressed on
Mich mi occasion as voting. Hut yet he
did not start. Some fascination in the
rod made him linger and try it again and
ngaiu.
Then he resolutely laid it down nnd
made to go. Hut something caught his
eye the swirl of tho stream as it left
tiie great pool at the hay-field, or tho
glimpse of still, gleaming water. Tho
impulse was too strong to be resisted.
There was time enough and to pnre.
Thu pool was on his way to the town,
he would try one east ere he started,
just to sec if tho water was good. So,
with the rod on his shoulder, he set
off.
Somewhere in the background a man,
who had been watching his movements,
turned away, laughing silently, and fill
ing his pipe.
A great trout rose to the fly in tiio
hay-field pool, and ran the line up
stream till ho broke it. The plowman
sw oredeeply.nnd stninped on the ground
with aggravation. His blood was up,
and he prepared for battle. Carefully,
skillfully he fished with every nerve on
tension and ever-watchful eyes. Mean
while, miles oil" in the town, the bustle
went on, but the eager fisherman by
the river heeded it not.
Late in the evening, just nt the dark
ening, a figure arrayed in Sunday
clothes, but all wet and mud-stained,
came up the road to the farm. Over
his shoulder he carried a rod, nnd in
one hand a long string of noble trout.
Hut the expression on his face was not
triumphant; a settled melancholy over
spread his countenance, and he groaned
as he walked.
Mephlstopheles stood by the gar
den gate, smoking and surveying his
fields. A well satisfied smile hovered
about his mouth, and his air was thu
air of one well nt ease with the world.
"Weel, I see ye've had guid sport,"
said he to the melancholy Faust. "Hy-the-by,
I dldna notice ye in the toun.
And loshi man, what in the world have
ye dune to your guid elites?"
The other made no answer. Slowly
he took the rod to pieces and strapped it
up; he took the fly book from his pock
et; he selected two fish from the heap,
and laid the whole before the farmer.
"There yo are," said he, "nnd I'm
verra much obleeged to you for your
kindness." Hut his tone was one of
desperation and not of gratitude, and
ids face, as he went onward, was a study
in eloquence repressed. Chambers'
Journal.
MATERIAL FOR MAGAZINES.
foresight of tiio Wife of thti ruturo Presi
dent of tho United Stiitcn.
"Well, what on earth are you doing?"
"Doing? Why, these are my hus
band's pictures."
"I know they are, but why such a col
lection as that?"
"Well, you see, he is only an alderman
now, but ho hopes to be president some
day."
"And what then?"
"He will die some day."
"Yes."
"And one of those magazine men will
come around and want some photo
graphs."
"Yts."
"And I'll hnve them all ready."
" hy, how many hnve you got?"
" ell, you see, I have been rendimy
those maga.ines about Lincoln and Na
poleon, and have made a little collection
of my own."
"What arc they?"
"Well, here is where he was at. IS, just
afcr recovering from a fall caused by
the breaking of a limb in his neighbor's
cherry tree.
"Here he is at 21, putting on his neck
tie before going to cist his first vote.
"This is one taken on the day after le
celebrated his -10th birthday. That
scratch you see on his face ho received
in a light with the chairman of tho
ward committee up at Shea's.
"Here, he is at .ID, a trifle gray, you see,
but he was still quite active. He had
been defeated for the assembly, 'n
dictcdformakingfraudulent election re
turns, and in other ways shown him
self a tower of strength."
"Have you any more?"
"No; but when he dies as tin ex-president
there will ever so many people
have portraits of him that 1 never
knew were taken nor he ever knew he
sat for. It's the photograph that
makes magazines and history these
days, my dear. That is the reason T
am so saving of them." Haltimoro
Herald.
The Venus fly-trap is indicative of
danger. There is no question that this
symbol was originated by the habits of
the flower, it being n deadly trap for
wn.ill iusect3.
New England Ilunty I'uildlng.
It is not unlikely thnt many reading
tho proposition to bring the body of
Joel Harlow "from Its resting place
near Cracow" will wonder who Harlow
was and why his body la in Poland.
In 1811 he was minister of France, nnd
in the fnll of 1313 he was invited to a
conforenco with Napoleon at Wllna.
On his journey ho wns attacked with
Inflammation of tho lungs, and bodied
at Znrnowltch. It is singular that
Hlldreth, in his history of the United
States, speaks of him as "Jacob Har
low," and says ho died at Warsaw.
Does any ono rend Harlow's pocro,
"Tho Hasty Pudding," written at
Chainbery, where the delicious dish
was unknown? We fear that the dish
Is despised here to-day by leaders iu
society and finance. Yet in warm
weather there is nothing better for
luncheon if it bo served with bowls of
milk. Wo enn think of no more beau
tiful sight than that of a wealthy and
prominent family In Commonwealth
avenue sitting around the mahogany
trco at tho hour of one. The father
has left tiio olllce, forgetting the nego
tiation of n colossal loan in tho rapt
thought of hasty pudding. Loving
wife, fond-eyed grandmother, athletic
son, comely daughter, grasp their
spoons firmly, and are as one in tho
enjoyment. There is at last the calm,
that follows judicious deglutition.
Such refreshment once characterized
tho true New Englandcr. The Roman
with his turnips was not a more heroic
figure. Hoston Journal.
n IIikI Himmi III New York.
A lady member of the Foy company
who is a graduate of Vnssar went up
into Chinatown to purchase some curios
while the company was in San Frau
clsco. A particularly ugly young
Chinese was sitting on a little stool
behind tho counter in a dark and dirty
little shop that tho young lady entered
to buy some punks. As tho Chinese
was wrapping them up tho young
woman turned to her companion and
said in Latin:
"Isn't he a beauty?"
"Thanks. I'm glnd you think so,"
replied the Chinese in English, without
glancing.
"Did ho understand that?" she asked
In French.
"Perfectly," said tho Chinese.
The young lady smiled very svferetly
and asked:
"Were you ever back east, John'''
"Oh, yes, I was in New York four
years," he replied.
"Did you live on Mott street?"
"Oh, no. I lived at tho Continental
while I was taking the classical course
at Columbia." San Francisco Post.
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