The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923, April 20, 1888, Image 6
- BED CLOUD CHIEF A. C. HOSMER, Proprietor. RED CLOUD. - NEBRASKA. BLOOM AND SNOW-TIME. How the years are fleeting from ust How the summers come and go ! Scarce the earth is white with blossoms Ere 'tis whiter with the snow. And the blossoms and the snow-flakes Drift in turn above our dead; Which were sadder, bloom or snow-time, Jf ever mourning heart hath said. Songs the birds have heard but sing not Other horn than drone of bees Mothers list for in the silence Of the shadow of the trees. Something other than the brightness From above, and from below Blinds the eyes of travelers homeward. Missing foot-prints in the snow. If but years were fleeting from us, Did but summers come and go. Only trees shut out the sunshine, Only shadows lie below. Which more joyous, bloom or snow-time, Never parent-heart might know;g So the child's song wooed the blossoms And its footfall marked the snow. There are realms of endless summer, Fields with fadeless beauty crowned; Trees whose blossoms falling, drift not To the fashion of a mound. There are voices singing childlike. Sweeter than the angels do; We should know them, could we hear them. For the song," alone, is "new." There are travelers journeying homeward, With their faces to the dawn. Who were turned from darkest nightfall Searching for their jewels gone. And they see in bloom and snow-time God's white mile-stones by the way Lessening space this side the city, Where the children are at play. X. T. Obterttr. of the great world is scarcely felt, this CHAPTER VL SOME DECLARATIONS. The school-house in Moosencck was a low structure, so Iowa tall man might lay his hand upon the cares. In this regard its composition was strikingly Mormonesque. Hewn pine composed the walls and a med ley of shingles and clapboards the roof. When it rained, a thing infrequent m this region, if administering Mormonism with an occasional pinch of earthly information in it chanced to be in progress, they simply adjourned. It mattered little anyway, con sidering the intellectual pap offered these unfortunate sucklings. The place was a very dirty one, indeed quite in the Mormon way. The floor was of Nature's own furnishing, packed solid by countless foot-strokes and, when un sprinklcd, rising often in little smoky puffs to further aggravate the mental fn which seemed always webbing about the J iwr ui-aub congregated there, its area wa the one redeeming feature, it being rather wide and deep upon the ground, a necessity obvious enough when the flocks of children in the settlement were taken into ac count. Indeed in Mormondom chil dren are ubiquitous; they literally swarm upon and burden the eve-sight. Their production is a cardinal feature of the Mormon system; they vote ultimately, of course, and to insure the product, the leaders have made woman's salvation depend in large part upon the number of bodies she furnishes the spirits that wait to pass through this exist ence to the next. The imposition is in expressible. That night after the Prophet's coming however, the old school-house had a holiday look. The seats had been re moved, the walls decked with greenery, and the dirt floor swept and sprinkled. By nine o'clock the populace was there, a 'hard favored, animal-looking crowd, yet with here and there a good form and gentle face. The ball was opened with prayer, one of the Salt Lake Elders offering the invocation, and that night ere the disgusting pastime had ceased a young man was killed upon the floor, and half the dancers were reeling with drunkenness. Quite all of them were members of the Mormon Church, but none were Christians; sin sere Mormons there arc in plenty, but never Christian Mormons, the beliefs of the latter and the holy refine ments of the former can not lie down to gether in the same heart. Mormonism is not a religion; those fine, spiritual laws that mankind, after centu ries of sifting, have found pure gold at the bottom of experiences arc lacking. A shuf fling and repulsive assumption of worship is put forward by the priesthood on all pub lic occasions, no matter how secular and un holy. Worship Is vulgarized, and lire is lanrelv brutalized. In all the back regions, Where too contort tad restraining pressure TREAN; OB THE MORMON'S DAUGHTER. By ALVA MILTON XEBR. Written "While Living in Utah. Copyrighted, KS7, by the A. X. Kellogg Xexs paper Co. Ml JtiglUt Reterted. CHAPTER V. CONTINUED. "Shake! Brother Young, shake! You're kindness itself to your servants," said the Bishop, feelingly. "Yes, I know, and I expect you to look after these tithes pretty closely, too, Par ley!" "Yes, certainly; numt certainly!" "Have any of the elders counseled her to marry you J" queried the Prophet. "Well, no; they seem sort of 'fraid of 'er. I've talked to her father, and, of course, he submits like a lamb, but she's as stiff as steel and silent-like. I can't figger with er someway." "Well, she'll have to bend or break, that's alL Are any of the young brethren stand ing in your way?" "There's several feedin' themselves on secret hope, I think, for she's a fine creeter, but she pays little attention to any of ;cm, unless it's young Elder Beam. I've had Arson spyin' and I guess that amounts to nothing." " Well, if he gets in your way let me know, and I'll send him off to Europe preaching." " Thank ye, Brother Young, thank ye kindly !" The Bishop ruminated a moment. "There's a fellow, a down-Easter, up at their house who got hurt at the ford near there. But I guess there's nothin' atween 'em as yet, ner likely to be, according to Dubette and Arsen. whose been spyin' 'em. Acorse if he interferes I'll have him sent apreachin' to well, spcrrits of just men made perfect!" " That's right; I guess you'll take care of your chances, Parley!" said the Prophet, with an approving grin. "Sweeten up a couple more sups and we'll swallow it to your success." The Bishop threw up his hat, they drank, and rose and with flushed faces went out. feature turns most toward one. There it is f rightful. At the best it is a home-destroying system, a lust-engendering, love-annulling, heart-polluting one, but there it is embruiting and stupefying. There lif e, like a plant that feels upward for the sunshine and strikes its sensitive spire against the underside of a reeking stone, is doubled back upon itself and turns helplessly about in the darkness and the filth. Youth ,is muddied through all its feelings by precept and example, and becomes a home-hating, liquor-loving, lustful, profane and ignorant phaze. Over it and about it forever broods a thick and heating atmosphere, impure, animal, numbing to the brain, quickcuiug to passion, through which their way seems hopeless. At the heart Mormonism is criminal Masonry. The Priesthood,wbich is all power ful, constitutes this body, und ceremonies are passed through and oaths taken that are frightful in aim and import. The out lying limbs of this grave Theocracy arts cloaked with religion, and by its binding, persuading agency sustenance and power are forced back through the arteries to the false and lecherous heart. Cords of superstition, fear, awe, and a poor mis guided faith, bind theso extremities to the knavish, priestly body, which in Utah has thirty thousand members within its oath linked chain. This is Iformonism; & white slavery, a fabric of injustice and deceit. A thousand stains spot its history, a thousand sighs breathe over it, and through ittrickto en thousand tears. Its history can never be told; much of it is not for decent ears; God alone shall wholly treasure it up against the future in His all-preserving silence. The morrow after the ball broke dim-lj-;amist, in whih the mountains stood waste deep as in a sea of milk, lay heavily upon the world. The air seemed clogged and scarcely respirable, a strange thing among the Utah mountains. When Elchard woke Trcan's father was tramping up and down the narrow porch; he could not breathe when lying down, he said. He had heard of the murder at the dance, too, and was restless and stifled. Trcan bad not been there; he was glad of that; neither had she been with the rest to greet the Prophet at his coming, and he shook his shaggy head with trouble. After an oppressive breakfast Elchard went out, and with a suffocating sense climbed the slope and sat down among the pines. The sun was a bleared spot abovo him, and only for a few yards about could oujccis uc aisuncuy seen, it was easier breathing there, however, and he fell to thinking of his uncarcd for affairs, and how he must try and go on when morning carae again; then of this sad and beautiful girl there in the mist below him. Would she al ways go onward in the mist that other mist which was felt and visible only to the spirit- and to what an end ! He rose up in voluntary, her future so came upon him, and stepped forward as if he would go to her, when suddenly she stood before him in the path. How soft her form-lines in the mist! How wide and startled her eyes! She paused as if to turn back. "Don't go, Trean!" he said, unconsciously extending his hand in an appealing way. "Stay with me; don't go back into the mist!" "I didn't know you was here; I was going further up the mountain. I mustn't stav now," she said, with a kind of gasp. He came close to her, his fare burning white. "Trcau !" he said, and that was all, but all that might ever be said of love was coaxing and pleading and throbbing in the word. A sweep of color ran over her neck and face, and she seemed struggling to go back. "You mustn't; you don't know; Vm not fit; it might cost yoa your life!'' she panted, drawing back. faltering "It's costing you yours, Trcan!" and his hand was upon hers and both were tremb ling. "Don't leave me, Trean ! You are good and beautiful. Let me thank you here where wo are alone tor your kindness and bravery. Let mc give you my love, Trcan ! Don't throw it from you, darling; don't put "She stood for a moment like one intoxi cated, swaying upon his words, her eyes softly dilated, her bosom heaving! Suddenly she leaned toward him with an indescribable murmur of pleasure and slipped down with her check upon his hands where they folded over her own, and hung there. For an instant he felt her tears running over his hands and her lips kissing them, then she broke away und ran blindly downward into the mist and was lost to his sight. For a long time he stood still where she had left him, for the whole mountain seemed to beat like a soft pulse, the air seemed sweet, and the mist was but a halo about him. Then, with deep breath, like one who has drained a delicious cup, he turned and went up the mountain path much as one moves who is young and jocund and with out disease. After a timo he emerged from ttie mist and stood alone upon the mountain side with the white sea all below him. Then in the silence and sunshine a loneliness that was a kind of doubt and fear came over him. Might this not prove a symbol of the future! Would she ever rise above the j- mist that heavy medium in which she bad it life! She turned about and broke into a snatch of song which was well-nigh a cry of gladness. She fell upon her knees before her bed and prayed that God would protect him who had taken her soul in the sweet snare of love, and even while she prayed smiles came and went upon her face so like a beating heart was happiness within her solicitude. Poor child of the mountains, the sorrow and dross and dullness of something liko savagery had always smothered her spirit; now they hud rolled bade from her like a folding curtain, and a light, sweeter a thou sand times than the sunshine of carlj- spring, the midsummer sparkle of half-shaded streams, or the cool tire down-dropping from the mil!ry surge of stars, burned mcltingly through all her being. She rose up and made herself as fine as her meager wardrobe would ncrmit. and stood a moment smiling at her image in the glass; then, as from the thought that her few poor trinkets would be as nothing to mm. laiu mem aside and clothed herself in a simple dress of white muslin and went down, looking like a goddess of the dawn. Elchurd was pacing to and fro along the path before the porch, his head erect, his cheeks touched with a tiny flame. When she came out ho was almost startled, so much had gladness changed her. With a quickstep he was by her. "Trcan!" but she lifted her finger with a pretty sign of warning, her face flushed with happiness, and he osJy stood a moment by her side holding her nand tightly where it hung be tween them, and koking where the broken mist rolled up the mountains and caught here and there on spur and pine in mighty melting tufts until, far in heaven, at last it formed in floating isles of ileecc. " I am going to meeting soon," she mur mured, "please don't go with me." He looked at her. "Why, darling!" He felt her tremble with that endearing name. "It might not be safe!" "What a religion!" he exclaimed, with sudden revulsion. "Yes," and her eyes were on the ground. "O, Trcan ! do you believe it J" "It might be truc.and bad men make it seem untrue." He was surprised at the musical distinctness of her speech. Love seemed to hare roused her from her squalid use of words. "Yes, that is possible, perhaps, but I do not think it is so with this, Trean. The sys tem seems bad the invention of bad men. Yesterday I went down the str.'ct, there beyond the trees, and saw a woman of mid dle age knocking angrily at the door of a little house. Presently a young woman opened the door, when the one who came struck her in the face with a sharp rook, and felled and beat her there upon the threshold. A bystander who parted theia told me they were the wives of one man. It was shocking!" "Yes, it was frightful." she said, thickly, drawing the back of her hand across her forehead with a helpless air, "but I don't know any other way; I never heard I never was shown a better way." "Love will show you, Trean ; but let it.and love will teach you the way!" His voice was tenderness itself. "I have been learning a littlo since you came," she said, looking up with smiling, swimming eyes. With a murmur of glad ness ho caught her to him and held her close for a moment there among the lilacs. Then steps sounded on the walk and they went back together to the porch with their fuses beaming. Trcan's father was coming round the house, and a look of astonishment spread over his sallow, haggard face. The daughter shrunk back an instant, then stood proud und !rcct before him holding to Elchard" s hand. What a fine picture they madc! "Mr. Hartman," said the young man. re spectfully, "your daughter has honored me with her love. It gives mn great happiness. Will vou not permit her to take mine ia re turn, untroubled J the best gift I have !"' The old man's hands began to shake and his eyes tilled. "I seed it a corain', I seed it a comin' from the first !"he said. "But I've liked ye, an' believed in ye. an' I know yo'r worthy of er, but it's a great trial. It ain't accordin' to our religion, an' it's hard to giv' 'er up, it's hanl to giv' er up!" For a moment he seemed unable to go on, then he faltered: "But I won't trouble ye, I won't come atwixt ye, for she's the best child God ever giv' me, an' has never had no one to love but me, an now when I ain t got much longer to stay I can't take her away from one like yo'; on'y leave "er a little while here; I shan't be long in tho way!" The two happy young hearts were touched ; a tender dew sprang into the bright eyes, and the old man reached out his trembling hands and took in each a moist, warm palm and stood a moment, crying silently. It seemed a type of life-sorrow and happiness hand in hand, age waiting for death, and youth eager to take the path that leads to age. After a long pressure of the warm hands that lay in his, the gray and broken man released them and turned away. He seemed to totter as he went in, and something of the real gravity of love and existence seemed to descend upon the two whose young eyes followed him. Standing under the blooming vines their lips met reverently, even so soon had auty breathed upon their passion, making it a thing more rational ami holy. "You will stay with him, darling, till then J" "Yes, I can't leave him now. I never had any one else to love until you came, but him; he's good, and weak, and feeble, and needs mc even more than you." "Yes, but I shall not be far away!" and he s,milcd into her sober eyes and kissed her, and they went in. The girl's father was standing near the farther door with his cye3 fixed uon the floor. Elchard laid a baud gently upou his arm. "Don't feel badly about this, sir," he said, cheeringly; "I am quite sure it will prove a blessing to us aft. You will find mc a good son, I am almost certain. Yoa have been very kind to me, and I shall try to be as kind us I may in return." whispsred that it was not truo. O. father, don't believe it any longer ! A bad thing on earth ca't be a good thing in Heaven; an evil can never save us! A thing that has no reason within or without eau never be true ! Love has told me this, and love is the voice of God!" Elchard could have knelt and worshiped her. She seemed lifted out of her former self, out of her wonted use of words, out of j an uopeiessness. uer tatucr leu bac;c be fore her and stared in wonder. 'Trean!" he gasped, "Trean!" "It ain't worth while to warn me. father," she panted. "Love is greater than belief, and love tells me that one man alone shall be mine and I alone shall bo his. Love can't be divided, and he who practices that it can, but plays the beast! I pjt their false hoods behind me, their pretended revela tions are but filth ! Love is my revelation, love is my guide; that I know is sweet, and v.ise, and beautiful, and comes from God!" "Trcan ! Trean ! ! l'uu're fiu.ud hutj th; Ho'y (ihottP'niid tho bent figure wavered toward her and sank down at her feet anc lay still. IN A SULTAN'S PALACE. CHAPTER VII. SOME MOKMON DOCTKINES. Through a hidf score of quick heart-beats the young couple stood speechless before this seeming suspension of life, then, with whispered fragments of sympathy and fear, they sprang to the falicn man. It was like death; the poor but powerful frame lay like a flattened ruin, an ashen check resting on the cool floor, and the gray hair tumbled and outspread. Instantly the daughter had the white head in her lap. "The brandy in the cupboard ! " she said. Almost with a sride E'Mhard placed it in her outstretched bird; Uien the drawn lips the l WtttI r- alM eHJj)-!3- tg?lWvCSWfL' "sy J The Dally Ufo er th Iaaaates Recatated by the Hours of Prayer. The windows ami doors of the Arabian houses stand open all the Aear round, and arc only closed during the rainy season. Life in the palace of the Sul tan of Zanzibar was regulated by tho hours of prayer, which take place five times a day; including ablution and changing of dress, they ocenpy three hours. Persons of rank are roused be tween four and half-past five o'clock a. m. for the first prayer, but the majority sleep until eight. The women of the harem are gentry roused by a slave.who begins to kneed them all over to quicken the flow of the blood. In the meantime the bath has been filled with fresh spring water, and the garments, on which jasmine and orange blossoms have been strewn the night before, are fumigated with amber and musk before they arc put on. An hour is expended on the toilet, and then every one has to wish the fat her of the house good morn ing before sitting down to breakfast. After that the men get ready for the audience chamber, and the women go to the windows to watch for a stealthy glance of some passing noble until the old slaves who guard them call them away. At one o'clock the hour for second prayer is announced, and then the lithe-limbed daughters of the harem are glad to take an hour's nap on the soft woven mats with sacred mottoes plaited in them, or to gossip over their sherbet and cakes. At four o'clock comes the fourth prayer, when all the ladies dress in their most elaborate afternoon cos tumes, and another call is made on the father of the bouse to wish him good afternoon. Then the numerous family. servants and all. sit down for their evening meal and converse, accom panied by an enormous barrel organ. The fifth and last prayer comes at 7:30. though it may be put off till bedtime by those who arc busy. Ten o'clock is the usual hour for re tiring, and the ladies are attended by their female slaves, whose duty it is to watch their mistresses until they fall asleep. All women r to bed fullv dressed and wearing all their jewels. The ex-Princess writes that at meal times tjiey all sit down on a floor be fore a table about three inches high, with a ledge running around it like a billiard-table. On this a great variety of viands were placed, and all kinds of sweets and dainties. The various dishes mall plates symmetri- rilll" 11 11 oTr?irv I fir !? am! nf J thing was placed there beforehand no still staring at service was required. Two people very FARM AND FIRESIDE. Bran, oats and oilmeal is the food for growing pigs up to the time pump kins are ripe. Rural Home. Every ponltry-yard should have a peach tree planted therein, as the peach thrives well in poultry-yards and is protected from the borer by the lien. In removing crops from the soil we take away plant food. This is the chief cause of soil exhaustion. Lack. f fertility is commonly due. in large part or entirely, to lack of plant food. Keep a spool of linen thread along with your knitting balls. A stranM of it knit into mittens and the feet of the men's socks and the children's stock ings insures them much longer wear. If a farmer has plenty of patience and is willing to give close attention to details in the care of stock he can make more money for food consumed front heep than from any other stock. Nutmeg Sauce: Two tablespoons butter, one tablespoon flour and half a cup of sugar creamed together. Pour pn a pint of boiling water and stir un til it thickens grate in half a nutmeg. Escalloped Onions: Take eight onions and cook in plenty of water with one tablespoonful of salt two hours; when tender, drain, put in a baking dish, cover with one pint of cream sauce, sprinkle with one cupful of grated bread crumbs and brown in the oven. Plant fruit trees, do give good after care and you and your family will abundantly rewarded with an article of diet which, when sound and ripe, can only be conducive to health and Ion- it well, and culture, and ere Ionjr be- 1 father, uox'r roc k:-cw jic:" wrinkled brow, the cold feet, the crumpled hands, were bathed and rubbed, and with such haste and warmth as only a life flicker ing between worlds can react. Frocntiy the dim eyes opened, theft widened wildly. and the girl fetched a gasp of joy. Up out of the unseen soul two fiaiucs of horror seemed burning away through the glassy film that covered the eyes that starch at her. a irreat sweat broke out upon the forehead, and the ' were served on wnoic irame quivered, "rather!" cried the girl, "father! don't you Trean!" With an effort he sat an. often ate from the same dish. Drinks were not taken with the meals, and no one said a word during their progress. As lingers are preferred to forks and her, then the eyes began toclear and he said. in a toneof hoarse inquiry: "It ain't so then t yo' ain't ben tetched: O." darter. I've ben in hell! I've seed a vison 'er dreamed a tum ble dream! I thou uht I was in tho snorrifc an' seed ye alyin' dead with yo'r poro I knives, the eunuchs hand around basins throat cut forsinin- the unpardonable sin, Jof perfumed water after each meal out yo r oiooii it seenuM auvc an' turned to , v i- JmimnT nre an' names an7 ran all round mc, an7 burned an' et into me, an' I couldn't put it out!0, 1 could't put it out! It was tumble!" end he seemed to writhe with the passage of the memory. "There, father don't mind; it was noth ing but a dream,'' said the daughter, coax iugly, but with a touch of terror in her voice. "It was only a dream from vour troubling so much. I shan't leave you as long as vou ' live, father, and I'll try to be a good girl, better than I have been in the past if I can, so don't trouble no more!" fTO BE CONTIXCED.J MEMORY AND DREAMS. Robert ton! Stevenson 1'sy a Tribute to Nature' Kneet Restorer. The past is all of one texture whether feigned or suffered whether acted out in HONEST OLD ABE. - Aa Instance of Lincoln's Praiseworthy Profession! Honesty. Some time early in the years follow ing 1S50 the Hon. J. G. Gest. of this county, was guardian of some minors who had title to some land in Illinois, and, deeming it to be to the interest of one of his wards to sell the land, he went to that State to make sale of it. He went to the court through which he would have to proceed, and upon a conference with the judge of that court he. for the first time, was made aware that there was difficulty in hs way. The judge told him it was the first time an application had been made in three dimensions, or only witnessed in that his court by a foreign guardian to sell email tliAotni. nftliA Itfwit., YitsY. ...a T.aam . 1 , ? 111? . ... .. . .. . . brightly lighted all night long after the jets arc down, and darkness and sleep reign undisturbed in the if maindcr of the body. There is no distinction on the face lands in Illinois, and thathedoubted bis right to do so. Mr. Gest was himself a good lawyer, and on careful exam ination of the statutes of Illinois he had of our experiences; one is vivid indeed, and t .,. ... ',,. . . . J, , one dull, and one nleasant. and anothor t who advised --"n to take counsel, and one dull, and one pleasant, and another agonizing to remember; but which of them is what we call true, and which a dream, there is not one hair to prove. The pasi stands on a precarious footing; another straw split in tho field of metaphysie, and behold us robbed of it. There is scarce a family that can count four generations but lays a claim to somo dormant title or some castle and estate; a claim not prosecutable in any court of law, but flattering to the fancy and a great al leviation of idle hours. A man's claim to his own past is yet less valid. A Darwr directed him to a lawyer named Lin coin, who, he said, would give him safe I advice. He went to Mr. Lincoln's ( office aad found, he said in narrating ; the incident afterward, a tall, rather bony man, with kindly expression of face, and plainly dressed. He stated his case to Mr. Lincoln, and that he ( wanted an opinion; also that he was very anxious to get through with his , business speedily and return home. might turn up (in proper story-book , Mr. Lincoln examined the statutes then. rnrit,y 0"V Breaded Potatoes: Boil jmtatocs in their skins until done, but nut too soft. Peel them, cut them in thick slices, ip them in beaten egg and roll them in fine bread orzweiback crumb-. Fry the slices in hot butter or drippings until they are a golden brown and serve. In boiling meats take the fat from the top of the water and save for cook ing or. soap. In roasting meat pour the fat out of the pan or dip it out befon; it gets burned. It will be excellent for use in cooking. But if it stats till tho meat is done it will be nearly sure to have a burned, unpleasant flavor. A substantial dish without meat is. the following: Wash and peel two quarts 01 potatoes, peel anil slice s:x ounces of onions, skin and bone two large herrings, season with salt and pepper, pour enough water on to cook, bake an hour and a half and serve hot. Any cold gravy, stock or dripping on hand will be better than the water. In summer swine graze and do well on clover, and. indeed, are per haps as healthy and mke as cheap and satisfactory growth on that food a on any other. There is no reason why clover should not enter into the winter rations of swine. Sweet clover hay could be cut up into short lengths ami fed wet, along with meat and bran, without much trouble and with the best results. The liberal use of lime in a line condition will greatly assist in reducing old sod land that may be plowed for corn. The lime should be divided into two lots, one-third applied before plow ing the sod. and the remainder after the ground shall havo been turned over, harrowing the surface after the land shall have been plowed. The rains will carry the lime down, and before the corn crop shall be matured the effects of the lime will be very marked. fashion) in the secret drawer of an old ebony secretary, and restore your family to i'M ancient honors, and reinstate mine iu a certain West Indian islet (not far from St. Kitt's, as beloved tradition hummed in my young cars) which was once ours, and j After examining through it is now unjustly some one else s. and for , he placed it back on its shelf mat. matter tin inc state ci tnc "O, it ain't that, sir," ho cried, hoarsely. "I know yo'r good, an' I like ye, but my dar ter's lost in doin' this! she's lost for turnin' agin counsel and revelation ! You kent save 'cr. Yo'r too line an' proud to be bad, but yo'r of this poor worl', an' in tho end she must go whar yo' do ! O, sir, one wanted 'er that could' a' lifted 'er up hereafter! could a' exalted 'er an' made 'cr one of his queens in the eternal worl'! but now she's lost! she's sinnin' away the Holy Ghost, an' kent never bo pardincd but by the sheddin' of 'er own pore blood!" Elchard stood aghast; what doctrinal abomination was this! The daughter seemed to reel und droop under it. Sud denly she rose to her full height, her Grecian outline seemed to become nrm and , instinct with power. -'It's a lie !" she cried, with white face and blazing eyes. "It's shame put on women for shame's sake ! A thousand times I've implored God on my knees to tell me if I must become a vile thing the mistress of a priest to gain a home among the pure ! I have begged Him to strike me dead if it. were true and let me go into the darkness where nothing is ever known. But He never told mc until He sent love into my heart. Hero!" she cried, striking her bosom quivcringly, "hero is His messenger that never did an unclean DOX'T GO, TREA!!" always moved! Should he not stand alone at last upon the heights! He turned about and went downward into the mist. Nothing but death should sunder them, ho said. Yet the blood felt sweet in his veins, and his step was bght; a single slow misgiving could never overtake and silence the many happy currents that went singing in and out his heart. When he approached the house the mist seemed to be lifting; a cool, under wind had begun to fan it upward, and far and near the bosom of the world came heaving into view. Trean was not visible. Up in her poor little chamber she was walking to and fro, her checks carmine, her eyes shining.. She paused before her little "mirror; her face surely had blossomed ! She pressed a hand on cither side of the radiant apparition and leaning back upon her lissome waist gazed at it a moment in sheer delight. Tho vail of dejection had falicn from it; it was beautiful. She pushed back the soft masses of russet hair from her temples and pressed her hands there as if sho were dizzy with happi ness. Her heart throbbed as if it would ! thing, and for days through every moment burst. Oh ! this was Iter first real hour of i it has shouted : 'No !' ia every dream it has I piped up and sang as of ftki. sugar i trade) is not worth any thing to anybody. I do not say these revolutions are likely; only no man can deny that they arc pos sible; and the past, en the other hand, is lost forever; our old days and deeds, our old selves, too, and tho very world in which these scenes were acted, al brought down to the same faint residuum as a last night's dream, to some incontinu ous images, and an echo in the chamber; ot the brain. Not an hour, not a mood, net glance of the eye, can we revoke; it is al gone past conjuring. And yet conceive us robbed of it, conceive that liitle thread of memory that we trail behind us broken at the pocket's edge; and in what naked nulli ty sh;&M we be left ! for wo only guide our selves, and only know ourselves, by these air-painted pictures of the past. tipon these grounds there are some among us who claim to havo lived longer and more richly than their neighbors ; when they lay asleep they claim they were still active; and among the treasures of memory that all men review for their amusement these count in no second place the harvest of their dreams. Serlbner' Jlagazitu. Canaries la aXohralag. A lady in San Francisco had three cana ries so tame that they flew about the house at will. One sickened and died suddenly The dead body wai taken from the cage and laid on a table, and the otter two flew to ft and examined it very carefully. Tbentlia? went back to their cage and for over thirt; days neither of them uttered a note. Al t5 that period of mournta was cyst tuj book after book. Finally he took down a volume and remarked. --This is Story ou the Conflict of Laws.' I tnt it mav give me some lijrht." carefully and said: "For the first time has the question of the right of a foreign guardian to come into our courts to sell the lands of his non-resident wards, situated in this State, been presented to me. I hoped that 'Story' would help me to solve it. He does not. and I can not give you an opinion without further examina tion; you are in. a hurry to return home and I will give you the best advice that I can. Come here." He stepped to the door and. pointing across the street, said: "You see that lawyer sign? That is the office of ex-Judge Logan; go to see him; if there is a man in Illinois who can give you an opinion at once, he is the man; I am not." "That." said Mr. Gest. "was the first and only lawyer I have ever met who had tho candor to admit that he was not ready to give an opinion. It was an instance of professional hon esty worthy of all praise, and referring me to Judge Logan in the manner he diil was a rareinstance of magnanim ity. "XeniaJOTorchligfc For some time past telegraph wire No. 4, along the line of the Wabash road, in Indiana, has refused to work, and on investigation it was found that an old man had cut the wire and ran r line into his house, where he was util izing the electricity as a cure for rhcu-sialism. IMPROVE THE HOG. A Matter Which Deserves tho Attention of ProgretslTe Farmers. If the margin between the price of corn and pork remains as great as it has been during the past year, the in ference is that the demand for a better class of hogs will be greater than it has been for a number of years. There will be new herds built up. and ar rangements made for breeding hogs on farms where they have been abandoned for years. Young farmers, cisting aboutforthe most profitable product of the farm, will not be long in decid ing on this bianch. as promising thc greatestand quickest returns for the money and labor invested. Our ob servations force the belief upon us that farmers for a few years have not been as careful about adding new blood to their herds, as they should have been, and the consequence is their hogs are not as good as they should be. With the combination of all breeds that in convenient to use. they find themselves, possessed of a class of mongrel swine that are not profitable either for market or breeding. Every step removed from some pure- fountain head makes matters worse. But even with these things against the quality of hog they bring a good profit, and should make the farmer feel able to invest in better stock. And taking all these things into considera tion, we can but think the demand for pure bred stock will be better in th near future than for a number of years past. The demand during the past year has started the current that way, making an ambition among farmers to excel once more in the quality of th& porker, a laudable desire that benefit the farmer and improves the quality of pork given to the consumer. Years ago it was the opinion among farmers that all that was required to raise good hogs was a fine thrifty sire, no regard being taken as to the breed, fur. as Z heard a man once say: "A hog is a hog; and that, is enough." But this is not enough. As much attention should be given to th'i breeding of swine as of hordes or cattle, and in tiie end they .vill be just as profitable. Cor. Western ?low:ium. dSfo