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About Stjernen. (St. Paul, Howard County, Nebraska) 1885-1896 | View Entire Issue (May 21, 1890)
supplemesst to «s-I-.II-IINSI" LOVS is ZEIT —-—— W treltesome and fah-· Ue is seyen-A not a rat-a Ime you Inn-w not. neither sorrowz Uve today nnd trust to-niomk«w. «sh0uld I ihres-« the niaitl re1)li-«s; «Lovc· Its-nis- youth, lsrinks wars unsl slxhsz Lllsekky is- lur ni-«n-; Give me thut and kam-well lon-. « Mulden. now we meist ones wrer Chätigeckys sur sst sng from thut C )'0k0. When this tun-ink- hlllows toani Itound thi- rmzs that Ihield your homo« Fkhen the stsu Zug creeps before y« )u, antng «li·-.stly shroud shaxies our you, Theu your in·at·t. with longink mild, Prays for him. your hailor lad; All the wenn-in Hain-. year-us For the lovss the mahlen apum-L «Wltv not tun-P the wite repliesJ »Nun-km in like yjisids sweeter priaa Los-e is lastinz lee is weary. Love litts slnulows darir and dreary, Pein-, the tx· slklen glacnour o«er us, Phlwa all thut- lio before us. Tired hear-N have e’er eonkessed. storm or s:nslii.sht. have is best." — Jturtinzssr l«««)’ in tin-lese l««I.-l)'«s BoolL TinE Eli-irr mis. The poets tell us ot a period (it is al ways «a long time ngo") when all the! animals convtsrsed as well as sung, andj when-ihn- lielirsve the inmiortnl legends ; s—every crmtml thing hnil its expressive I tongue. ! We are told thut even the very stones had langunge nutlihle und eloquent. The Old Testament give-s us more than one instance of the time when what we now » eall the innnhnate sjialce in instructiveI tonea l The story uk the trees who wnuted a hing to rule over them isamong the most interesting. There is another tredition which, while it does not lie in the author ity et the scriptures. has seriptnral kaet as lts basis. Who is there that has not heard the legend ok the Aspen, which received the eurse ot a perpetual palsy because ok its retusal to bow its head in sorrow on the doletul day ot the erwi fl1i0n, when all natur-e was in mourningk The story ot the Aspen is the story ok Prlde. Let tue tell you another—the siegend ot the Fallen Pine. This, how ever, cannot claim a birth ooeval with creation or the crueitlxion, for the ira press of modern thought is seen in the ooinage ot the mie. Eave you ever traveled over among the sierras, and have you ever listened to the croonings of the old priestesses and nuns there-? It will be a long time before the last vestiges ot the early spanish ecolesiastis cism is gone from those regions in our kar west, where its mission-wies halt wasted heroio lives, especially in the sun set lands ok the New World. But I am not sure that what I am about to relate comes from the pious exile from the mother country. But where did the «good mother" who related it to me re ceive it? Listen to the legend. though U you have traveled in the sierras you may have heard the story there: There is, by a wayside, a great Lallen plus-. Yousee in the slopes of the sierras many ot its eompanionkpines (not red wooch with a girth et more than thirty ieet at your height above their base. At the toot ot this prostrate monarch, its near oompanion ot eenturles ago. there still stands a mighty oalr, tossing its brawny, mossy arms to the slry. It stands a visit, perhaps now neither sorrowing nor exulting. lt you enter the little eabin near by the «good mother," though it may be that she has ne ver been a real mother at all, earning her title by deeds of devotion, heroism and sacriflce, and we might therefore say that the »in-sieht maiden" there will tell you; not lilce the story monger at Waterloo who rehearses for a sou the asiair there to the great historian of «l.·es Miserables," but will reoourit to you the long, long quarrel betwixt the Dine and the oalr. As you may never travel there, or peihaps the old eroon is there no more, for it has been years since lwas there, 1 will there tote tell you the story as it oame to me: It was many and many years ago that the plne and the oalr sprang up there, side by side. They grew together lov ingly and happily until they had passed the period of their «teens," as the world expresses it. At length, and when, in the language of the modern pen, they began to hear the gossip ok the world, when they heard ok «soeiety," when they heard ot the jealousies among neighboring beauties, and the contra-st ing ot the virtues of trees. then it was that troubles began. The winds that oame from tar otk seas (kor it is a stormy ootmtty there) tossed their brauches to gether, and the «t’a:nily jars" may be said to have then commeneed in earuest. - The harsh wood ot the oalr rubbed against the tender inne-, and white blood ran from the open veiua «You are be- » ooming too tamiliar over then-P It was » the pine that spoke thus. while the oalr les-lied «Poohi your smell is diaakreeable. and - that vlle blood ot yours has deflled my anng «You are a cross vixenz don’t scrateh me so," the pine now eomplained The clouds wept and with their tears washed the wounds ot the pine. But they could not blot out the memory of the ugly workls spoken. Every time the winds Same, and they eame the-quantle for it is. as I have seid. a stormy country there-—every time the winds eame the wrnngles were renewed. and the bitter anil repronehiul complnins ing words would come again. The pine exillmä th-- oalc un obstinate and rruel ne-i;.;l:lx)r. vowing he would no longer live lsy his eitle. lleiir his resolu Von: «I am Sein-; ti)l(-:1ve)·uu: Ishall grow Lar away krutri »ren:U uinl korthwith the piue tumetl his- lnsml away in (lis(luinful pride. He grrw away troin the oitk. He grew rapicllzs—i’:1rniore so than his neighs bar-nnd was suon high up in theslchiis branehes leuning tur and nnxiously to the tnorning light. lle ivaitetl back. it last-im this ihren-en to the oak: «Gmä. by, scrubl You can scrateh niy knce no morei" Prom this time on it was n war of wol-da only. tur the brauchen of the nine grew further and further away. The plachoaatetl of tun rirtues. and of the L O volk- hiteriority. Akain there wes a ··Good-hy, sembl· The oek wes piqued and wounded to the core. IIe shouted up to the plus Ik«1 dont care what you sny about mel I linuw l am prizecl above you for my :1(-)l-h-·111:ilitios of ktrength and toughness mnl w(—ii:lit." «-Y( sn lsmst of ynur virtuos, you clumsy thingZ" nturted the pine. «You say you nro usetuh while l am not only useful but l amornamentel—a joy in the world. l am light of weightx am easily wronghh l travel over all the earth; am found in evory place and in every inension under the sun, especially where there is a toy thut delights the eye or the heart of cliiliihood." «Yes," quiclrly responded the only «1)nt I make the vessels that beer you in your journeys over the sen-« «lzah!" said the pine, "you lie hidden ewuy under the waters while I ride hlgh above you in the lieuvens. You are a very Uns-ist of hurden,’ und without me there u ould lie no mast, no spar- Pur tlier11101-e. us I am nhove the waters, with my eyes l see all the gay fashions ok the worldl" ««Fnshions forsoothl" said the oalr. «I - know the sashions, for I wear them three times n year. while you, like a poor Drum-, have the same uns-er ing dress z the whulo year rouncl——thatol( kashioned frock which you cannot change-P This reniarlc stung the pine to the very heart. There is no one who likes to have Z bis Ol· her gnrments criticised-——«mnde i FUU 0k-" so to spealc The pine tlung baclc » this in reply: «You are e hoohyz you areaticlkle, » kadey thing-; your culors soon change-» «0h, yes," seid the only «I know I change my livery; I get a new Ferment ever year, kresh and heautituh from the gree milliner, Neturez nnd even if my old elothing does tade, the world seys that in the soher seasons of the year my garh is lovely and beooming." And the pine oontinued to grow further and further nwey with its hranehes. The oakstood leailess end tremblingin the winter’s eold, while the gay neighbor was rejoleing in its evergreen splendor, as it snw the many scions of its tamily around the varied mansions of est-th ornaments ot a kadeless type. The oalc cast his eye downwnrd and beheld the rieh weelth et his feet. «Whom do you feed?" he eried, as he saw the greet hurvest of eeorns scattered around, and upon which the beests of the kleld and fowls of the air were fes-st ing end futtening. «I feed the siokl" replied the pine with n sigh. «Not only this, but the very ships which you hoest of mnking, all re ceive a coating that oomes from me." Then the oak seid: «If you do keed the sich, I warm and comkort the poor. the peasant end the prince alilke." «Yes, nnd I embellish the world even with so poor e thing as the smelte that l send away," impatiently retorted the pine And so they eontinued to boest end to quarrel es the years ran on. 1 need not tell you ell that the good mother re counted to me of the long, long trouhles between those neighbors. But the pine grew further and further away, its branches gnthering weight with every summer sun. Again the storms anme tor I hnve told you it waeastormy wun try there among the Bienen-and the eutumn’s rein had pelted the earth and the forest with long and steedfast fury. «see how l defy even the hiasts ol winterl" exultantly eried out the pines the winds that rushed through hi hranches were heard only in sighs end mean The oalr. with his shorn limhs, stood tremhling, while the ilerce tempest camez its tury pessed by, and the oak waved in oheisanee. But the proud pine, with heavy mentle and orown high in the heavens, his hold on the earth wenkened by the softening winter reins, end leaning far awny from the line of rectitude in his eTorts to avoid the oak. But l need not tell the story further-for lol the pine is kullenl And the good mother will tell you, as the moral ot her seng, that the story ot the pine is also the story of wide-Kl V. Moor-e in Atlanta Anieriean Vorbei slipd The Verbnl slips that a preeeher or lee turer inedvertently makes are often re membered long etter every thought in his address has been for-Zotten They are often laughnbly funny. A lecturer seid: «l must bog you to give me your undivided ettentlom in deed, it is nbsolutely impossible that you could form n true ideu of the hideous animal of which we are about to spealc ; unless you keep your eyes on nie·" » A certain preeehetz discoursing upon I Bunyan and his works, caused a titter among his hearers by exelaiming: «In i these days, my brethren. we want more Bunynns." Another clergymnn, pleading eernestly with his parishioners for the construction of n oemetery tor their perish. ashed them to oonsider the «deploreble oondis tion of ils-how Ciristian Englishmen liv· ing without Christian buriel." still more curious was nnother clerical slip. A gentlemnn seid to n ministen «Wlien do you expect to see Denk-on s ngain?" «Never," seid the reverend gen Z tleman. solt-Only; "the dencou is in l heaven."—liehoboth ileruld i l Orlkin of the Dok. The question ot· the origin of the dog ; has recently been discussetl by Professor I Nein-ing, who helieves thut it has de s seen-Teil from various still surviving I species of wolves end jaclcals. The letter « aninmls can be tumcsth and many at tempts to domesticute wolws have been F su(.--:.ss.si«ully tnmlo in modern thut-s. Herr Rungo has so cmnplcstely tatned a young welk that it follows him exactly as n dog might d0.—l·lrunlc Leslie·s Newspaper. H Ur. Hain (the eminent tragt-diam tem we opeued our new pluy in lchlcago on the Wd of February-. Prierul—And dld you huveu long run? I··Well: no, we didn·t have nlong run 1 but after the second performanoe we lind a long welk-all the way from chieago l- Ip New Yes-IX
