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Rejoice, and men will seek you: ' ...... Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure. But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad. and you lose them all - There are none to decline your nectr’d wine. But alone you must drink life’s gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded: Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you to live, But no man can help you to die. There is no room in the halls of pleasure For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on . Through the narrow aisles of pain. ‘ —Ella Wheeler Wilcox. THE .5.» REDEEMING ACT. Dave was a coward and he had al- ways borne the reputation of arrant cowardice ever since he had crawled over the. side of his dugout t cradle to wallow along with the underfoot world on the white sand before his parents’ cabin door. Though country born and bred, a passing thunderstorm struck himwith terror, and the sight of the black waters of the “crick” caused a remarkable agitation of his knees. He wasa coward, pure and simple. The bristling of a coon routed him uncondi- tionally, and a determined ’possum could rob the hen roost before his very face. Indeed, Dave was a coward, and his cousin, Sue Spivey, laughed up- roariously when the poor fellow per- petrated his initial and only act of boasting. He had said to her one day very solemnly, - and no doubt sin- cerely: “Toe pertec yo’ honah an’ happiness I ’ud throw away my wuthless life.” Ordinarily Dave’s speech was unpol- ished and provincial, but on this occa- sion it rose to the dignity of what he felt the occasion demanded. Sue knew full well his timorous dis- position, and would have thought it safe to count on his poltroonery in any event. But a day was sadly near which proved to her the full worth of the poor fellow’s grandiloquent assertion. Long before the late unpleasantness, and until this day, Honeypath was only a siding where occasional trains took water and passed each other. ITwo or three log shanties, without special pre- tensions to any architectural dissimi- larity, marked the site of the town,. distinguishing it from the vast area of impenetrable swamp that backed it and the arid waste of sandy bottom through which the glistening polished rails of the grand trunk line writhed and sinuated. Along that glowing metal highway troops of both armies passed and re- passed, gazed at curiously by the few old women and senile males left in the village, but exciting no other emotion than a blank curiosity that died out even before the white mist of the fine sand stirred by the soldiers’ feet had settled behind the retreating bands. Dave was a native of Honeypath and lived with an aged father in one of the shanties. Sue dwelt with her mother in another nearby. Dave’s father was a hot blooded Southerner, whose pa- triotism answered to the first call to arms. But Dave was timid, fearful of the smell of powder, and refrained from action, preferring to sufier the opprobrious epithets which were liber- ally bestowed upon him and the con- tempt of the county generally to fac- ing he knew not what horror on the battlefield. He was not a philosopher and could not plead in extenuation of his neutrality that the martial slaughter of his brother man was a crime, and that the wholesale sacrifice of human life was immoral. I Before the strife ended Sue’s mother was gathered to her final rest, being put out of sight in the'little sandy grave- yard, with only the comment of the two remaining neighbors. -And then Dave and Sue toiled early and late in order to wring from the starving acres an unvarying livelihood of yams, corn bread and bacon, more often the corn bread without the embellishments of potatoes and bacon, particularly during the few weeks after; a hungry foraging party had passed that way. One day Dave was ,working among the young potato vines'in an open arid field behind the cabin,lwhen Sue ran out to him in troubled haste. “Oh, Dave, I’m pow’ful skeeredl” she panted. . I, " “Skeered 0’ what?” he asked, without intermission of the bent labor. “Some—some soldiers just went down the road, an’ they spoke to me—sassy like.” Shehesitated, and Dave looked up to see her pretty face scarlet, and her brows bent together in angry lines. “Well, what did they all say?" be de- manded, in his accustomed slow drawl, after waiting in vain for her to pro- ceed. , “They ’lo.we'd they all was a comin' bac .” . “Who was they, ennyhow?” he asked uneasily, his face blanching in antici. pation of the martial visit. “They was Mosby’s men, I ’lowec’. en they was five of ’em." . ‘ “Our fellers?” a little surprised and straightening his back. “Come on back to the house, Sue,” and shouldering his hoe, he trudged stolidly on befOre. “Don’t you be skeered,” he Continued, as they reached the yard. 4 “I reckon they won’t do nothin’.” Of the two, it would have been man- ifest to the most casual observer that he was the worst “skeered,” but he walked on until they reached the house and Sue cried out: “Yonder they come now—all five.” Dave’s face blanched to a sallow whiteness, and he pulled her quickly inside the door. , '_ “What you gwine to do?” she asked, nervously, keeping near her cousin, but‘ he apparently did not hear. He had taken down a rifle that had beiongedta rungnvENiNGteaznrrh» Sue‘s brother. who had also offered up his life on the altar of the cause leaving his weapon to hi: sister as a means of defence in just such emergencies as this. "What you gwine, to do. Dave?” the girl persisted, coming closer and lay- ing her hand on his arm. Dave shook several catridges into the cylinder of the rifle, and waiting in silence, appar- ently not aware that Sue had touched him. Only a few more moments to wait and then the last act in the com- monplace little tragedy. A loud pounding at the rickety cabin door, and a derisive imperative voice demanded: “Hi, in there, open up. or we’ll make splinters of yer ol’ door I” the threat was garnished by several strong expletives and accompanifi with more vicious pounding. Then for answer went the spiteful snap of the rifle followed by a surprised howl of pain, more voluble profanity and footsteps in rapid retreat. Dave went to the window, and through a knot hole in the shutter re- viewed the situation of the enemy. Then through the aperture the rifle again spoke _ with decisive, leaden emphasis, and when the smoke cleared away the man inside beheld one of the besiegers lying prone across the freshly hoed potato rows, while anotherlimped painfully in the rear of the retreating trio. In‘ the short silence that followed the last shot the arid topography of Honey- path seemed to float before Dave’s vision, each peculiarity standing out strong and clear. ' The fine, white sand covered everywhere with fat leaved prickly pears and cactus thatbloomed perpetually in big butter colored flow- ers; the bright, blazing sky, the heat that rose up and hung heavily over man and beast, the many insects that sat out in the furnace-like sun, rattling shrilly with every joy. Then the dense shade of the murky shadowed swamp and the big scaly black scorpions and dainty multi-colored lizards that played an eternal game of hide and seek among the rotting rails of the old snake fence. The trio :had disappeared into the swamp and Dave calmly refilled his rifle, waiting as though lost in thought. Presently from the rear of the cabin came the harsh command: “You cowardly bushwhacker in there, some out and fight like a manl If ye don’t, we’ll burn ye an’ yer shanty an’ the gal with ye.” There was no opening in the rear of the cabin, the logs were thick and the chinks well stopped iwith clay, So that Dave could not return a leaden answer to this brutal challenge. He fingered the rifle nervously and looked at Sue. “Oh, Dave, don’t open the door,” she pleaded, meeting the earnest look bent on her face from beneath the brim of Dave’s frouzy slouch hat; “I ain’t afeered toe burn.” His lips blanched, his knees were wobbly with fear, but he had not for- gotten the one boast of his peor, pinched life, uttered so long ago, “To purtec yo’ honah an’ happinness, I ’ud throw away my wuthless life.” He uttered the words again monotonously, finger- ing the rifle that was held limping in his shaking hands. Poor Sue, there was no answering laughter in her soul now for those gro- tesquely sententious words which broke in husky monotone on her hearing like a last prayer. In that \moment Dave, who had al- ways been a coward, who had all his life long borne meekly .the scorn and opprobrium attached to the character, he whom heretofore nothing could arose to a sense of degradation, calmly arose to the very pinnacle of heroism. “I’m coming out,” he called and shooting back the bolt he stood on the cabin step before them. “Fall back and give him a show; he’s coming out, boys!” Sue clung to him. pleading, “Dave, don’t; there’s four to one. Don’t go I” but he pushed her gently backward into the room. “Bolt the door behind me 1” he said and passed out. _ Sue stood motionless in the centre of the room waiting for it to begin. Dave pulled the trigger of his gun and turn- ed the corner and instantly four weap- ons barked with one voice. Sue heard something heavy fall against the side of the cabin; then in- stantly the sharp, clear utterance of a rifle answered the carbines ‘ again and still again. One carbine only answered and then all was still; only the fretful warbling of a wren in the nearby Cher- okee rose hedge breaking the tqpse si- lence of the drowsy afternoon hush”. Anxiety conquering terror, Sue drew back the bolt, throwing the door wide open. A broad stream ofryellow light and a rush of heat met her, passing over a figure on its knees that always trem< bled at the sight of deep water. Dave was gasping his last breath. Bleeding and shattered, he‘crept to her feet, after the manner of a faithful dog to die. In the grave, gray [eyes that were raised to hers there was the light of the exalt- ation of a. passing spirit, triumphant over the shadow Of death which already darkened them. His lips moved in the articulate murmur. f‘I done said that too purtec’ yo’ honah and happiness I would th’ow away my wuthless life—and I done hit.” And Dave with the crimson glory of his “wuthless life’s ” blood streaming from many wounds, passed to the judg- ment reserved for him from the begin- ning of all things. The wren shivered out her fragmen- tary song to heaven, the perfume of the Cherokee rose filled the air of the fad- ing’ day, and the setting sun, streaming through the cabin door touched the still figure of Dave, wrapping him in molten splendor as though with the face of a dying'god. ' ' Poor Dave, though a coward all his life long, he had earned the reward of heroism at the very end. “Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friend."~--Detrcit Journal. ‘ contortion of a smile that broke into an , IT WAS NECKTIES THIS TIME. Ike Man With the. sun Hat and Diamond Pin Caught the Dan sville Crowd. On» Tuesday the man with the silk ' flat. diamond pin, monumentalgall and oily tongue was in Danville, says the Breeze, and announced his arrival by hiring a hack of .Joe McNeil and driv- ing up Main street with a snake en- twined about his neck. or course the snake was a. fake, same as all his other doings were, Well, he hauled up at the Hyland House corner and sold a few quarters for 15 cents same as all his predecessors have done, and after a while got down to business. His bait was not soap nor electric belts, but neckties. When he began to ofier them for sale the scheme looked so stale, and threadbare, and ancient that nobody expected he would catch a single, suck- er. But he knew better. He would pick up a big wad of bills and then lay them down again,and thenoflferforsale a necktie. The crowd thought that somehow one of the bills had stuck fast to the necktie, so he had no trouble in selling lots of them at 50 cents each though he repeatedly‘told them that they were cheap cotton things not worth a cent. They wouldn’t believe him, however, but insisted on buying them. They were not all country fel- lows either, though occasionally one of that class bit, but they were men who live right here in town, who have to work for a living, who have hard. work to make both ends meet, and some of their names appear on the wrong side of every ledger in town. Men, who if you should present your bill to them would swear up hill and down that they didn’t have a cent. And yet they bought these ties and paid half a dollar for them, and then stood where the faker told them to, and put the tie in their pocket without examining it, as he told them to, and would have been there'yet if he had said so, and the rain hadn’t begun to fall, and driven the salesman under cover. SOMETHING FOR NOTHING. This Lady Got It, but Then Was Not at All Satisfied. An amusing rebuke was recently ad- ministered in England to one of those sharp bargainers who are always on the alert to get more than their money’s worth. The offender in the present in- stance was a woman, who sent the fol- lowing advertisement to a London paper: ' “A lady in delicate health wishes in meet with auseful companion. She must be domestic, musical, an early riser, amiable, of good appearance and have some experience in nursing. A total abstainer preferred. Comforta- ble home. No salary." . A few days afterward the advertiser received by express a basket labelled: “This side up—with carehperishable." On opening it she found a tabby cat, with a letter tied to its tail. It ran thus: “Madam—In response to your adver- tisement, I am happy to furnish you with very useful companion,whichyou will find exactly suited toyourrequire- ments. She is domestic, a. good vocal- ist, an early riser, possesses an amia- ble disposition and is considered hand- some. She has had a great experience as a nurse, having brought up a large family. I need scarcely add that she is a total abstainer. A-s salary is no object to her, she will serve you faith- fully in return for. a comfortable home.”—Youth’s Companion. A “fishing Party. The street urchins sat on an aban- doned stake wagon which ornamented a vacant lot on South Third street. The conversation had been mainly di- rected to a discussion of base ball. There was a lull for a few moments, then the smallest of the quartet spoke up: “Say, tellers, what would youse rad. der be dan anything else?” This sort of an inquiry was rather out of the ordinary line of stake wagon talk, but the other three seemed in a good humor to answer, and Jimmie, the Mope, spoke first. “I’d radder beta dorg,” he said, "'cause I wouldn’t have to wear no clothes and I could spen’ me,whole time chasin’ cats.” “Dat’s a fine kineof a wish, I mus’ say,” Mickey Moran, the toughest boy in the neighborhood, was the one who spoke now. “Wat’s do matter 'wid be- ing a woming, so’s you could stay “home all day an’ bake cakes, an’ pies, an’ eat ’em yourself?” This conception of Mickey’s pleased the crowd highly.” Then the urchin who proposed the wishing business be- gan. . ' tit “I wish’t I was a cop. ’Dey don’t do nuthin’ but ride on street cars free an’ swipe peanuts.” But just then the policeman on the beat appeared and a. second later the stake wagon was un- occupied—St. Louis Republic. ZIMMERHACKLE’S OBSERVATIONS. _ Red pepper is the hottest thing that you can’t kindle a fire with. Let up on your neighbors and talk about the weather. It has no charac- ter to lose. The physician at a Kneipp cure is about the only man who can tell a per- son to “go to grass” without giving offense. , “Frog’s legs are thirty-five cents.”— Buffalo Courier. That“ is the last spring price, for they never spring again. ' . f‘The way of the transgressor is hard.” That’s why a law-defying bi- cyclist rides on the walk when the street is muddy. , Why. is it that moths would rather eat holes in a new $40 dress suit than in an old pair of $7 pants that hang right alongside? The man who said that t‘language was given to conceal. one’s thoughts” must have been listening to two women trying to tell why they hadn’t called on each other.—Dansville, N. I. Breeze, . 3mm. A greetinany people - look healthy and are not. There are , many fo r m s o f sickness which leave an outward ’ semblance of ' health. This ficti- / - tious Health is like a b u b b l e t‘h' a1 / bursts at a. touch. egg shell that the, slightest pressure will crush. The outside of the body may look all right long after disease has begun its dreadful ‘work inside. If a. man looks well and doesn’t feel well, he had better be governed by the feeling not by the looks. A great many ap- parently strong and vigorous men collapse suddenly. They have what is known as ner- vous prostration. They go along ersist- ently, day after day, working hard an think- ing hard, apparently healthy, and some day. they go home and go to bed and don’t get up again. The trouble didn’t all come at once. It came on gradually. A strong man can live on his nerves and his health fort long time'without; a parent injury, but it isn’t a safe thing to 0. Whenever there is nervousness, or insomnia, or undue fatigue from ordinary work, when irritability takes the place of contentment, when ‘a man “isn t sick but doesn’t feel quite well”— then is the time he should begin to take Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery. It is the best tonic medicine and nerve food, or invigorator in the world. .It assrsts dia gestion, increases the appetite, promotes thorough assimilation of t e food, purifies the blood and adds to it the life-givmg prin- ciples that are needed to feed the starved nerVes. It puts the whole body into perfect tune, and stimulates each organ to do the work for which it was intended. Thou- sands of people have been brought back to happiness and vigorous health. Thou- sands of eople have been cured of most serious Sickness by this wonderful med- icine. . Druggists sell it. Send 2: one-cent stamps to pa for mailing only, and re- ceive free a. copy of Doctor . Pierce’s great thousand page book, “Common Sense Med- ical Adviser,” in pa er cov- ‘ ers, or send 3! cents or post. ' age and extra cost of binding and get it in cloth. ”World’s Dispensary Medical Associao tion, Buffalo, N. Y. CENTRAL NATIONAL BANK, 26 WALL 81'., N 0R WALK. CURPORATED SEPT. 1. 1876. CAPI’I‘ALQ ‘ ' ' ' ‘ ' I 5100‘“ GEORGE M. Honmns. President. E. L. Berna. Vice-President. WILLIAM A. Cun'rrs, Cashier, DIRECTORS : GEORGE M. Homes, H. E. Dana, P. L. CUNNINGHAM. J. T. Pnowrr'r E. L. Bonus, 8. H. Honours, J. Cousins. Jn. Discount Day. Saturday. DAVID _. w. RAYMOND Funeral Director and interior 39‘ Washington Street 'South Norwalk Residence. Mahackemo Hotel. 7 (tor . I . Reputation ls Put to our Instruments. It is like an empty ‘ roll-router ‘ Department. 1 A. WORD TO THE _ WISE Merchants, M anutaotm» ers, Lodges and Societies will consult their own inter. ests by giving us a call. 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