Norwalk gazette, Friday, December 31, 1897 · page 15

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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IF.

If at! who hate would love rs.
.~‘ nri all our loves were true.
The stars that swing ab ve us
Vi‘ould brighten in the blue:

If cruel werds were kisses,
And every scowl a. smi ‘e,

A better world than this is
\Vould hardly be worri; while;

If purses would untighten
To meet a. brother’s nee !.

The load we bear would lighten
Above the grove of greed.

 

. If those who whine would whistle,
And those who languish laugh,
The rose would rout the thisdc,
The grain outrun the chart; ‘
If hearts were only jolly.
If grieving were forgot.
And tears and melancholy
Were things that now are not.—
Then love whuld kneel to Du: 5‘.
And all the world would SCL‘m
A bridal bower of beauty.
A dream within a dream. -

If’men would cease to worry,
And women cease to sigh,
And all be glad to bury
Whatever has to die—
It neiglrbor spake to neighbor.
As love demands of all.
The rust would eat the sabre.
The spear stay on the wall;
Then every day would glisten,
And every eye would shine,
And God would pause to listen,
And life would be divine. (-
-—James Newton Matthews.

AT IBAR HARBOR.

BY ARTHUR W. TARBELL.

 

It was yesterday, after an interval
of four years. I had not seen him since
we parted last on Commencement day,
and had wished each other good luck
on what was coming. In my case it
was a medical course at one of the Ger-
man universities; in his, a few years’
sojourn at the law school in Cam-
bridge. Those years had now passed.
I was about to become a full—ledged
M. D., and Phil—lazy, good-natured,

. joking Phil Wheeler, the man who led

his class (in smoking rank tobacco)—
was about to call himself a lawyer. A
la 'yer—I laughed every time I thought
of it; for while Phil was the best fellow
in the world when it came to brewing
a delectable punch or to doing the fas-
cination talk act to a shy country maid-
en at her first swell dinner, yet he had
no more the making of even a medio-
cre barrister in him than has many
another good fellow, who thinks him-
Seii' cut out by destiny for the bar.

However, Phil had always been one u

of my best chums, and, of course, I
was downright glad to find myself

saunter-ing into the old “Yard” at
Cambridge once more, and on the

point of yelling: “011, Phil Wheeler!”
up to his window in Holworthy, just
as I had done so many times before
during. our undergraduate days.

After my yell I waited a few mo.
moms to see if he was in. Up the
window presently slammed, and a
n‘.'. :1:'-enough looking head was turns
01.: to see who had called. It had been
so long since Phil had either seen or
heard from me that he ailed at Iist
to recognize me: but it was only for

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a. second; then, when he saw who
it was, his face’ cracked into a thouso
and creases, and he shouted lustily
down,—

“h‘or heaven sakes, Jack Fenway,
is that you? Come up quick!”

So up I went to receive one of those
old-time greetings that leaves a man's
right arm sore for a week afterwards.
But I skip all this and come to toe
point 'of the story.

On entering the room I had noticed
a letter lying open upon the table. Evi-

dently I had interrupted Phil in the"

midst of it, so, after we had exhausted
and lived through the opening ho"-
bardment of usual questions, I glanced
at the note again and told Phil to flu-

ish it.

He smiled and picked it up.

“Oh, yes, that reminds me,” he said,

"I’ve got something to tell’you. Here’s
a letter from Miss Lancaster—you re-
member that girl I met down at Bar
Harbor my sophomore vacation?”
. “Do I? Don’t I? Gad! man, she was
a dream—to you. And if my memory
doesn’t play me false I believe you did
nothing but dream of her that whole
winter. At any rate you did deuced
little studying.” ‘

“Yes, Jack, she was a nice girl. I
always thought a good deal of her.”
And Phil’s face broke into one of those
mischievous smiles that were inimit-
ubi-e with him.

I hadn’t seen one of those smiles for
years, but I remembered on the spot
that I never liked those particular ex-
pressions of his, for I had learned
by experience that they were generally
a prcirde to some act of deviltry, an
unconscious hint on his part to'show
that the fellow was dangerously near
the point of springing one of his ex-
asperating jokes. I remembered es-
pecially one of the last times that I
had seen such a smile on his amused
(are. It had been at a dance near his
home when he introduced me to a
young lady he was very anxious to
have me meet. As I crossed the hall
with my arm in his, he had whispered.

"She‘s an old friend of mine, Jack;‘

a trifle gay. but sound at heart. So
itch in and make yourself doubly
g‘i'ccabi for my sake, old man.”

And i remember I immediately pro-
cccdcd to do so by flirting disgrace-
t‘uliy with her the whole evening—just
for my (‘liltlii’s sake. you know. The
other fellows were crazy with me for
monopolizing her; I could see it from
One
fellow especially stood out all the
dances behind some palms, savagely
twisting his mustache with one hand
and the other plunged desperately
down into his trousers pocket. He
looked unspeakable things at me all
the time I was dancing with her. but
I only laughed in my sleeves and pit-
ied the poor fellow. And so the even-
ing passed. Finally the last waltz
came. and just as I was congratulat
ing myself on having scored one in
Phil‘s favor—and incidentally one in
my own—who should come up to us

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, the foolish performance of your sepho-
‘ more year.”

W F. E K LY -, N i) H “WA 1, '

in the iidst of a delightfully exclusive
tete-a-tete' but Phil, with the man who
stood out the danceson his arm.

“Oh, Jack,” he calmly and suavely
exclaimed, “before you go, I want
very much to introduce to you my
friend's husband, Mr. Huntington—Mr.
Fenway.”

So you see I know what those smiles
generally meant. Still, that was sev-
eral years ago. and Phil was now re-
miniscing about Miss Lancaster.

“Yes, Jack, I always thought a good
deal of that girl.”

He repeated this, wondering why I
had not answered him before.

“Yes. I know you did. And do you
remember that Thanksgiving we went
on to New York to see the Yale
Princeton game, and you took, me to
call on her?” . ' ‘

“Sure, that was just after the sum-
mer I first met her. And I remember,
too, that you were not so powerfully
taken with the original as you had
been with her photo on my desk."

“No, and I’ve always wished I’d
never made that call. Then I would-
n’t have known her, and all those
heated discussions we used to have
about the girl’s worth or Worthlessness
would have been avoided.”

“Still, Jack, you’ll have to admit that .
she was a terribly fetching and fasci- l
nating girl.”

“Yes, yes. I’ve admitted that a.
thousand times, but that isn’t the
question. My point has always been
that she wasn’t a girl who had enough
in her‘to warrant a fellow of your
good sense going crazy over her. Fetch-
ing and fascinating—Jove! man, there
are any number of your fickle, flighty,
skin—deep sort of girls who are fetching
and faScin-ating, and she’s one of them.
But what do they amount to? Nothing
—-never get married—grow up into de-

 

still sourer dispositions. Come now,
Phil, I’ll bet you ten to one that Pearl
Lancaster never gets even engaged.”

“No, I won’t do it. It’s bad principle
betting on a girl, any how. Besides,
you might lose the wager, for she

came mighty near getting a man last .

summer.”
"Why, how do you know?”

 

“I saw her at Bar Harbor.”

“Were you down there again last i

a

summer?”

“Yes.”

“And was she there?”

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“Hum! Then I’ll bet you repented '

“I did, Jack, with compound inter-
est. l‘fe werc'togethcr most of the
time. Never had such a jolly summer
before in all my life.”

“And the other man you said she
nearly captured—where did he come
in?” _

“Oh, he was a particular friend of
mine, so I didn’t begrudge him any-
thing. Excuse me a moment, Jack, I

 

must get some more coal for that fire. J

Better fill up a pipe.”

Young Gallant.”

 

 

 

By M. T. KEAN.

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I proceeded todo—so and casually ob-
served at the time that Phil smoked the
some abominable tobacco. Expensive
stulf, but, gad! howit turned a man‘s
tongue. Phil was the only fellow who
ever smoked it without swearing. The
other men invariably declined it, so
we always claimed that he used that
particular brand to keep his friends
from pirating tobacco off him. But
then, that wasn’t so, Phil was the most'
generoushearted fellow of the gang.

Having filled the pipe I went to the
mantlepiece for a match; that was
wherehe used to keep them—when he
had any. I didn’t find a match, but I
found a photograph that had been
laid there. It was a new one of Pearl
Lancaster-had undoubtedly just come
with the letter. I was holding it in
my hand when Phil came back from
the coal closet.

“Well, what do you think of
Jack?”

“Grand, good-looking girl beyond a
doubt. And I suppose if you were with
her again all last summer you must be
more cracked than ever over her.”

Phil surprised me by uttering a sigh
and sinking down into a' chair.

“Alas! Jack, I aim—fatally so,” were
his despondent words. “And now what,
oh, what, do you suppose she writes
the in this letter?”

“Jove! not that she’s engaged, is
she, man? Luckily for me you didn’t
take that bet.” ,

“Yes, Jack, she says she’s the hap—
piest little girl in the world, for she’s
engaged to the dearestfellow in the
world. Engaged at last. Poor girl!
I suppose you’d say poor fellow. And
such a fellow, too—oh my! Well, all
I can say is that I’ve seen worse fel-
lows and—and better. Oh, dear!”

“But who is she engaged to? that’s

it,

. - _ on
testable old maids with sour faces and l his name '

“The man she was with down at Bar
Harbor last summer.”

“Not the other man?”

“Alas, no, the other’s other man.”

“Not yourself, you fool?”

Poor Phil cowered helplessly down!

in the chair and feebly held out his
hand as if expecting a whipping.
“Yes, Jack," he whimpererl. “con-
gratulate and forgive me, old fellow.
but I'm—I‘m the man.”
“Well—l But I say, Phil. you-don‘t

smoke any better tobacco than you
used to, do you?”

 

The Ramadan.

Most of the recent military opera-
tions of the Turkish army occm'red
during the month’s fast of Ramadan,
but soldiers are not required to observe
all its rules. Other Musselmans must
not eat or drink anything between
dawn and sunset, nor use tobacco dur-
ing that time. After the first few days
of the fast the strain shows plainly in
the “faces- of the people. When the
gun booms at sunset the whole popu—
lation take a long draught of water.
At night no limit is placed on eating
and drinking.

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A CHINESE DOCTRESS.
COUNTENANCEDAND EVEN ENCOUR-
AGED BY Ll HUNG CHANG.

 

[in King Eng 8 Full, Fledged M. D., was
Given the Charge of a Hospital-in Her
Own Country—A Long Step Toward the
«Advancement of Women There.

The higher education of women, in-
dulgently winked at, in special in-
stances even uphcld, by Viceroy Li
Hung Chang and through him by the
vast Flowery Empine! Such, surpris-
ing as it seems, is the present status of
the woman question in China, the still
shadowy beginning of 'a vast social
revolution; a result of the astute
statesman’s Occidental tour.

At least a number of his recent acts
and the complacency with which they
are received by the public so signify.
One of these, coincident with his re-
turn, was the choice of Dr. Rachel Q.
Benn of Tien—tsin, where is his palace,
as physician to the women of his
household; another, deeply pertinent,
the" appointment as delegates to the
Women’sCongress to be held in Lon-
don in 1898, of two young Chinese
girls, Miss Wang and Dr. Hu King
Eng.

Among the few almond-eyed stand-
ard bearers of the mute new born re-
volt against the subjection of Chinese
womankind Dr. Hu King Eng stands
pro-eminent. Of her sex and race the
first master of arts, the second doctor
of medicine, Dr. Ya Mae Kin gradu-
ated in 1889, but without returning to
the Orient married Eca de Siloa, with
whom she lives in Honolulu, her posi-
tion in tire history of China is unique.

King Eng was born in Fooch'ow to
a heritage of wealth and aristocracy.
Her grandfather, Hu, was a mandarin
of influence. In the seventieth. year-of
his age he became a convert to the
“J osus doctrine,” and with him his two
sons, Hu Po Mi and Hu Yong Mi—

King Eng‘s father—both of whom fdr
more than thirty years have been

Methodist pastors and presiding el-
ders. Soon grandmother Hu and her
daughters-in-l-aw, all of the bound foot
class, influenced by convincing, eve-n
coercive, arguments, also reluctantly
embraced the alien faith.

When quite a child, King Eng was
placed in the girls’ boarding school at
Foochow, where, in time, she devel-
oped into a thorough student, evincing
marked artistic ability—an inherited
talent. FuriJive peeps into the dispen-
sary and wards- of the adjacent hospi-
tal, however, determined effectually
hcr vocation to be, not art, but mcdi
Cine.

 

Vith that end in view, the little high
a caste Celestial maid, now in her fif-
teenth year, came across the seas, hav-
ing met and conquered bitter. deter-
mined opposition. She immediately on-
tcrcd the Ohio Wesleyan University,
graduating four years later a master
of arts. Three years more of sgudy,

 

 

and the de‘gf‘ee of doctor of medicine
was conferred by the Woman’s M$1-
cal College of Philadelphia, and, also,
after a brief post-graduate conrséi-P'by
me Philadelphia Bolyclinic. Then fol-
lowed. several months of practical
Work in the Woman’s Hospital of Bos- ‘
too.

In December of 1895 Dr. Hu, now
fully equipped for her life work, re-
turn-ed to Foochow to assume charge of ,
Liang~au Hospital. A triumphed:
home coming it was. ‘ Mandarin! and '
coolics, high and low, met the' ship,
eager to pay their respects.

Her most prized successes, however,
are not social, but professional. One
instance is related of a coolie wheel-
ing his blind old mother a thousand
mile-s in a. wheelbarrow to consult the
woman doctor. A double cataract op—
eration, and the blind was made to see.

The only son of a weal-thy mandarin
was dumb from his birth, and so of no
account, disqualified to worship before
the manes of his-ancestors. The tied
tongue once relieved and the dumb

’th made to talk! Hence the name
and fame of the “Miracle Lady!”—
York Herald.

 

AN ANCIENT AIR.

“We \Von’t Go Home Until Morning ” was
Sung by the Saracens.

An interesting history of an old and
well’known comic tune has been given
by a professor of music. He said that
when the army of the first Napoleon
was in Egypt in 1799 the camp for a
while was near the Pyramids.

One afternoon about sunset, the band
was playing. The inhabitants of the
desert were collected near, and were
listening to the music. Nothing unu-
sual happened until the band struck up
a tune which we now hear under the
name of “We Won’t Go Home Till
Morning.” -

Instantly there was the wildest dem-
3nstration of joy among the Bedouins..
l‘hcy embraced each other, and shout-
ed and danced in the delirium of their
pleasure. The reason was that they
were listening to the favorite and old-
est tune of their people.

The professor states that the tune
had been taken to Europe from Africa.
in the eleventh century by the Crusad-
ars, and had lived separately in both
fountries for over over seven hundred
years. ”his is certainly enough to
make “\Ve lVon‘t Go Home Till Morn-
ing" a classic. Its origin is more of a
mystery than the source of the Nile.—
Days.

Golden

 

\Vanted Fair Play.

A Scotch preacher who found his
congregation going to sleep one Sun-
day before he had fairly begun, sud-
‘leniy stopped and exclaimed:

"Brethren. it’s nae fair; wait till I
get a start and then, if'I am nae worth
:istcning to, gae to sleep, but dinna
nod your prows before I get com-
menced. Cnie a. men a chance.”—~Spare
‘ \Ioments.

 

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