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Fort Wayne Weekly Breeze (Newspaper) - May 10, 1888, Fort Wayne, Indiana Society a crime. By Harriet Gilman 3mi1u. In the Good old Days n life was new and words were similar. And hearts More True there lived an old lady of be ways whom Rich and poor delighted to Praise. Dame hospitality this was her name. And her door stood open 10 All who came. For she count d it Joy with Eraclio share her pleasant Home and her simple fare and the people gathered from far and near for a smile of Welcome a word of cheer and come they in coaches or rickety wagons they had Comfort of apples and slinging of Flagon. But years passed on and there came to the town a Frisky Dame in a gorgeous gown. And she found seven others a silly As she and they called each other society. Their Heads were empty their heels were Light to they danced and catered from morning till night and somehow or other on every Day they sat Down to eat and they Rose up to play. They thought themselves Happy Bat now and then they caught a word from the Mouths of men a word of honest and Hearty Praise for the Good old her simple ways fierce a hate t the Gate led band he her out of the in her open door a the polished floor Illow of Pink and of and it filled them Ful As Haman Felt for t and each one lifted and Swora she w land. To they sought next and they Flung her and with ribbons of White. They snared her and nosed her and pinioned her tight. She did not strive and she did not cry but the pleading glance of her gentle Eye was so full of reproach for their envious spite that they hastened to Bury it out of their sight with of every various Huo. Pink Crimson and you Ovy and possibly Blue they stifled her first with their Sweet smelling savors. And stopped her last gasp with what they called 60 there she Lav dead but of All tilings human the cruellest Ali aug is a heartless woman and to make her sad ending As sure As could be they drowned her in Gallons of a a afternoon Tea. A they had had their Way and carried their Point and their times no longer were out of joint. So each seized each other by her murderous hand. And they danced round the grave to a mandolin band. And this is the terrible Way that it came that the dear old lady is now but a name. And we mourn the loss of her simple ways and sometimes sigh for the Good old prayed and waited. By Alex. Dike Ball be. She stood in the deep casement looking out through clustering vines that clambered about and Over the rustic porch into the Pale Moonlight and desolation beyond. She did not sigh nor weep the girl was too Brave for that but there was a sigh in her heart. Five years ago that night was to have been her wedding eve and could she fail to recall the fact As she leaned her throbbing head against the Long washed door window through which he had so often entered in joyous mood a through which he last departed in hot anger a she cannot forget on that spot this sad fifth anniversary of blasted Hopes. Grace Merton was but 17 when her father died almost bankrupt after Many years of luxurious living. To her he bequeathed the care of her invalid Mother her sister Nelly aged 3years, and the baby boy Robert. A they have Only you to look to my Darling a he said almost at his last a Only you a Aud gathering the remains of their once boundless wealth Grace moved with her charges into a snug but lonely cottage Well up the Mountain Side. A perfect Home she made of it and. Exercising in a sensible business like Way her rare highly cultivated artistic Talent so augmented their income that plenty was always assured for All. Nel Clinton had been her boy sweetheart her Manly Lover. He was an orphan with fair Fortune and a Homestead near the old Morton mansion. The year of mourning passed he urged for an immediate marriage the time had just arrived fixed Long ago for their Union. Grace had warned him of a refusal Bat he trusted to her love his own eloquence and influence to win her a when the time he wished to take her with Linn to the great City where he intended to win Fortune at his profession the Law and gain Fame in literature. He did not propose that those left in her care should go with or be near her his generosity was not elastic enough for that and Grace was too Independent to have him a marry the whole he pleaded argued stormed in vain. A a a. Cannot will it leave my Mother and the Little ones a was her Only answer. A you never loved me you Are utterly selfish and false to yourself and me a Wei e his parting words As he stepped from that window and made his Way into the darkness never looking Back to see the anguish shaken figure coughing on the spot we found her. That was five Long years ago. She had been too Busy to be very unhappy but sometimes As this night thoughts would coma memory would not be driven Back or silenced. In the great Metropolis crowding the elegant Parlours of mrs. Leo Hunter there is a Fine collection of Lions As one would wish to gee. They Are from the literary dramatic artistic a in fact every known Jungle and roam about seemingly tame but figuratively tearing each other into pieces and enjoying the Slaughter. A who is that with a a come not betwixt the wind and my nobility air standing Over there All by himself asked a Young foreign lioness of her mature male escort. A that is his High might Ness sir Edward Clinton Quot was the sarcastically toned reply. Quot who is he what a his line a a the is really Arery Good lawyer who came Here some five years since from the Coal regions of Pennsylvania. Genial and pushing he succeeded in business Ana socially. Tifen he published it Book a novel really Good and fresh it was became quite the rage Aud w e critics lauded it to the skies. A a Well and what then a a ooh then he rushed another upon us but overdid the new idea and heavy business. He had bean very Independent about the first one decidedly thankless for our Aid and so we slashed his second venture Cut it to bits and now he is so soured that he can neither forgive or forget. A a no wonder you horribly cruel creatures a giggled the fair one who for certain reasons wished to flatter the great critic. Yes that tall gloomy frowning Man standing alone by a table listlessly turning the leaves of a Book is Ned Clinton. He had rushed to the City plunged into business and society and fancied he had forgotten Grace. Happy. While successful failure turned him and he railed at the world As guilty of envy hatred malice and All uncharitable Ness. He had never heard from Grace or written to her a too much Pride. She had heard of him j though and gloried in his Good for a tune not that she was surprised at it she did not see How it could be else with Ned. As he stood there carelessly glancing at the Ideal portraits in the Book one of them arrested his attention an artists dream it showed a pure gentle yet Brave Sweet face. There was just a Shadow of some Well known Well beloved expression about it that brought a flood of recollection upon his heart. He looked at it for Many minutes then closed the Book softly and crossing the room he placed himself before a Mirror and gazed intently for a Long time into his own face. Then with hurried Steps he sought his hostess made a most abrupt leave taking and left the scene. A a # if in for up the Coal yielding mountains where the Grimy sameness of horror is Universal on a path that would be none to any but one thoroughly acquainted with the Region strides with Quick Active Steps a tall Didtk Man. He Seldom glances either to the right or left but for some reason he casts his eyes to the Side of the Road. There is something there or somebody. It is past the dusk of evening he crosses Over to satisfy his curiosity. By a fallen log 011 a bed of autumn leaves lies a Small boy and sitting with Back against the Timber is a larger girl Lith Are sound asleep. He touches the girls shoulder. She Springs ii in alright but places herself boldly Between the Man and the slumbering lad. A a whats the matter Little girl its very late for you to be out on the Mountain alone. Aie you lost a a no sir a yes sir a i done to know sir. That is we find the Way Home. A a i should say that came very near to being lost. How came you Here a a it was Robbie sir he would run a no i mean it was me. I ought not to have let him run and when i caught him we were All turned around and Mast have gone wrong and then he got tired and would Lay Down and sleep on the leaves and i must have fell asleep too i done to know a we rent to you afraid a a a Little at first sir but i just said my prayers and then i knew it would come All right. A a the Faith of a Little child a muttered the Man then to her a say your prayers for me Little one id like to hear you Pray. A a ooh i can to i say them to a Man a wringing her hands in a Small distress. A a it a just a god bless Mamma and Grade and Robbie and me and keep us from All indeed indeed that a a that s a great Deal to ask and receive my a a a Grace Aud Robbie and me a that a Little Nellie How strange that i should find them Here i see i see a he said under his breath. A Brut done to cry child we must get you Home or think the bears have eaten you. I know the Way a come Rouse up Young Man a and he gave Robbie a gentle stir with his Cane. Robbie sleepy and Cross kicked cried and pulled Back. But soon they were on their Way Nellie a hand in that of the stranger and the boy holding fast to her. They plodded on a Long weary while. It became quite dark. At last they heard a voice and Calls then saw the Flash from a lantern and Nellie quitting her hold of the guide hurried with glad cries herself and Robbie into arms that opened wide to receive both. There were kisses Aud tears and gentle scolding and Loving words Aud Many questions. The Man stepped aside into the Timber where he could hide yet witnessed All he heard the Brave Little lass take every blame upon herself heard her wonder where the kind gentleman had gone before she had time to thank him. He followed them to the cottage Home and when they had entered he Drew near and stood there invisible in the surrounding Nigist. Through the window that window he knew so Well he saw the Little ones refreshed with simple food watched Nellie As she told again her Story saw the poor Pale feeble Mother fondle and bless her children. Then the White head bowed Low whilst the others Sank on bended Knees and he knew from whose lips ascended the words of thanksgiving and Praise and he wondered if in her heart there was one thought for him. He lingered there Long after All was darkness in the House then sought his own Long deserted servant inhabited Home. He was thankful of the Miles he had to tramp in the quiet night. He i wanted to be alone to think to look at himself As he never had before to see himself by a Light the searching brilliancy of which he never before detected. When lie reached his Home after a Welcome from the old servants and a Brief repast to sought his bed. Mem Jory mind conscience were All Busy with self examination self condemnation. His moments of slumber were few. Quietly housed he remained during the next Dav but night fall found him in deepest Shadow gazing through that window. The Mother was dozing in her easy chair Nellie was absorbed in a Book Robbie asleep upon the Hearth Rug. Grace was buried in thought hidden in her favorite Embr asure. She was unusually thoughtful that night she knew not Why there was some strange surrounding influence she Felt but could not Deline it. A tall figure stepped from behind the vines and faced her. She was not frightened though it was a strange appearance in that Lone spot. She did not move or speak. A Grace Grace i have come she uttered no word but stretched out her hands to him. He ignored the action. A Grace i have Learned a hard bitter lesson since i left you conned it More closely in the last few hours. I have Learned to know to mistrust to despise myself. I said when i left you Here that you were selfish and false. I lied it was i who was selfish i who was false false to you Aud to myself. I have come to beg your , one Day you May come to Trust to love me again. Gracie How is it a again her hands were outstretched to him he took them in his own and Drew her to him. A Ned i have never ceased to love and Pray for you there can be no question of forgiveness Between you Aud me. A a come in and Ned went in a through the window. Fishes of the st a. Though no Sharp line of separation can be drawn Marine fishes Are roughly divided for convenience into three categories. Shore fishes which habitually frequent coast lines and rarely descend to a greater depth than 300 fathoms Pelagic fishes which inhabit the open sea most of them spawning there also and the deep sea fishes which live where the influence of Light and surface temperature is but Little Felt the Shore fishes according to Heilprin number upwards of 3,500 species. Their Northern Range extends to or beyond the eighty third parallel of latitude but in the Southern hemisphere they Are not known to be beyond the sixtieth parallel. In the different zones these fishes Are largely identical in both the Atlantic and Pacific Basius As Well As on the opposite sides of these basins. Tropical Waters however produce a greater abundance and diversity of forms than those of temperate regions while the reefs give to the Pacific and Indian oceans More species than the Atlantic. Our still very meagre knowledge of the Pelagic fishes is sufficient to indicate that the number of such types is very limited. They diminish rapidly from the Equator and become rare beyond the Fortieth parallel. Of the deep sea fishes Gunther enumerated upward of fifty forms supposed to have been obtained from Depths exceeding 1,000 fathoms Twenty six from Depths exceeding 2,000 fathoms and nine from 2,500 fathoms or Over. Other species have since been obtained by the Talisman and Albatross one from the extreme Depths of 2,1 00 the test of a novel. Through the entire Gamut of human experience whether attuned to the Thunder of Cannon or to the laughter of children it is the actual the real which la s the strongest and most lasting hold on the attention. I do not mean the hard superficial realism of the photograph but that which presents the Complete Man woman or child soul As Well As body motives As Well As manner the pulsations of the heart rather than the conventional ties impressed by the time and environment. The live novel can be written As Long As there Are live people to read and feel. Outward conditions May change As greatly and variously As they have from Abrahams Day to ours but the heart remains practically unchanged. When a Story comes from the heart and appeals to the heart the chances for continued life Are excellent if other essential conditions Are complied with. In doubt whether Mere literary skill even the most consummate can manufacture a vital Story. It May win admiration unlimited Praise for a time but if there is no heart throb in it. If to the spiritual touch of the people it has the a a feel of something cold dead they will eventually drop it. It May obtain a place in the Library for the Sake of its mechanism it will not be on the sitting room table to be read and re read for pleasure and e. F. Roe in the forum. The Fly and the of. A Fly which had been vigorously attacking an of for nearly an hour was at length taken to task for his temerity by Bug who said a How is it that such a Small insect As you dares attack such a Large animal As the of a a your relative size is the key note of the whole proceeding a replied the Fly. Quot should in attack something of my size i might be badly done up the of simply ignores my existence. A moral it is on the same ground most congressmen Are free Presa a a will pm be a urdu red a by bust Arnold. Apt a in a said widow Cosanni Gan to flip inst Uncle a few Days after his recovery from the Shock caused by miss Mcl Opley a refusal of his hand in marriage a Captain Wernst you in the War Quot a Stop my Eye scuppers Madam where do you think i got these two minnies in my leg a questioned the old skipper in a voice like a Cyclone. A ooh my were you wounded do Tell me All about it for if there a anything i do like to hear about its a murder or a social sensation and getting wounded must be almost amps a Humph a grunted the old tar a i must say Jroud re the most cold blooded Gal vat that Ever towed two shows Crost a a never mind her Cape no interrupted the widders daughter Clairette. A Tell it to me in a not cold blooded. In a sorry for a dash my Figger head i Skeer cely know where to begin to drop the Slack for the yarn done to begin with the Day i got my paddle boxes splintered. You see a continued the Mariner As he shifted his quid clasped his hands around his crossed Knees and rested his elbows with a crash on the piano keys a for a bout ten years a fore the War there was an old Mongrel lived in my native town As Wasny to neither or Sailor nor or landlubber he was or Kinder mixture of both. He might a been to sea some time or Uther but i never Heerd him say so. The first i Ever ran afoul of to lib old spirit he was anchored on or bucket outside or boarding Sharks Cabin in new Bedford. He put me in mind of an old for Castle hand the boys uster sing a bout when it took six months to round the Horn to Frisco. Pee Tom Barlow there he stands Tea Long weeks since he washed his hands. He looked As though his fins Hadnot dragged water for ten years. His face was in purty nigh the same condition and head a pair of dead fish eyes Sot club together As looked like they wanted to kiss Uff they could Only Cross the dirty red Martin Gill As stuck out Between Mem. His skin might a a been a mask of Alligator hide with a cows Fly duster spliced to the Chin to guide Erbacker juice outer his Jean Blouse. You Tell Iff a twas alive an Able to float Only Fer a Black Clay pipe in his Mouth and a smell of Ropo yarns burning in it. One afternoon on the Day watch after id been splicing the main Brace i struck a list. I had too heavy a cargo of grog aboard and just get my bearings properly sons to steer straight to my Anchorage. I hailed this old shark and inquired where the Bony Jane was moored. He took his Black pipe in his starboard Fin then printed Down the course with the Pipestem and said a a a will in a be Guldur Ned a a several Days later when a twas hard on to scouse time i hailed him and asked a a a Matey How Many Bells a a a a Zulj in a be Gul Durand a said he. And be printed in the Winder with the Stem of the same old pipe where i made out a land clock As said three Bells on the Short watch. A when to lib War broke out. Id a cargo or Cotton contracted for in Savanny. Being As a twas part paid for and i afford to lose the Money i fingered on running the blockade. I got papers made out at Boston As would protect me from molestation at the hands of the fed rals then i got my anchors speak and sailed South. Just a fore the sails was loosed a boat rowed a Long Side and the voice Over Feller i snowed for a boarding shark exclaimed a a a a ver Captain Hyers Ern a. B. Fez want Ster ship Wuth Yeou. Or Heerd Yeoun a Short handed and so or bring him right a i looked Over the Side of the Bony Jane and there was that mud faced land Lubber already to climb aboard. A cast off there a i commanded and that cow traded idiot took out his pipe and ejaculated a a a will in a be Guldur Ned a a the boarding shark a loosed the boat Hook from the main chains the boat drifted away in the dark and i soon forgot All about the Greenhorn with Mouldy chops. A when i got to Savanny the commission men paid me Back my Money an or Beetle Boot Fer expenses. Then i steered Fer Europe and transferred the Bony Jane to a Liverpool House sons i could sail under or furring rag whilst the fighting lasted Here. But i keep out the fight myself. Spread my stun Sels 1 but i had ter ship with the marines and the Fust Enante i had to do any fighting i Wiz when we were sent ashore at Charles ton in 186 at night. I a stacking to get round an open place where the Moon shone Bright sons to sail a Rosier swampy piece and inter or Patch of Woods just beyond. Id purty nigh run the cruise and was getting ready to it Anchor on or log. When i heard or bit or Timber crack and or footstep. I listened with my weather ear or minute an who Jer so pose i Heerd a a Laws a Massy a exclaimed the wid Der a How should i know a a we can never guess Captain a said Clairette a a you la have to Tell it a will in a be Guldur Ned a a a not your new Bedford Man a dash my royals Madam thetis jest who. There he stood dressed in Gray pipe co Tail and All and the Moonlight made his face look dirtier never. My Tongue could t find fathom a thou t or Lead line. I Felt like my Compass Box War upside Down. 1 Ware ship nor Bear Down on the ornery spirit for the sight of him War like seeing or spook from Davy Jones locker an it jest caused me to lose grip on my Helm. I pointed my Colts at him and said a a a strike your colors you land Marine and throw Down thet a two Sharp pains struck me in the leg jest then and i fell in or Hole in ther swamp. As i dropped 1 saw him take his pipe out of his Mouth and Stop my grog if he did no to say it again a a will in a be Guldur Ned a a toward the close of our National scrimmage the ships saw Bones sent for me to come aft. One of the prism ners was dying and wanted to see me. Tar my grog pail Uff i know How they fingered out it was me the Man meant for when i got to him he Lay on the Quarter deck with his Larboard bulwarks shot away and jest a fore he slipped his bowline and went to Davy Jones he opened his lamps on me and repeated the Only words i Ever Heerd him say a a a will in a be Guldur Ned a modern Rose history. The Rose is old and always has been Well beloved. Its old name Queen of Flowers was never questioned unti lately since the numerous Handsom it Flowers that Bloom Over a Long season have caused some gardeners to believe that the Region of the Rose must be divided. Like Many other improvements of the present Century the greatest excellence has been attained within thei last fifty years. J this is suggested by an article con a tribute to the quarterly review Bijj an enthusiast who says not one of 500 roses on the first Lis sent out in 1834 by or. Rivers o Strawbridg Eworth is now to be found at our Rose shows. A what a dethrone ment of those Kings and Queens Rof de Prusse Reine de Belgique King of lome Empress of Russia grand sul i Tan and even Queen of perpetual Here self exist no More. The Rose-grower.4 of that Day had no doubt a their vis-1 ions and dreams of Beauty yet unborn just As we who love roses now Seq sometimes in the Garden of imagination a Snow White Charles Lefebvre or a Mademoiselle Blanche Beaudaun a Scarlet la Marque or a Crimson Marei dial they wasted no vain re it Grets however like True gardeners but accepted what they found As even too wonderful for them and in the spirit of the great Lin Muus wha a burst into tears of Joyful amazement when he first saw an English common aglow with Gold gorse. A ten years after or. Rivers issued his first list of roses William Paal of lose Hill nurseries published the Rose Harden. It was erroneously supposed in those dav3 that with proper culture roses would grow anywhere but not All with like Success and much attention was Given to cultivation. The roses of this second period were chiefly summer roses Hardy hybrids of the Bourbon China and Gallia families but of the two divisions which now Supply us All but exclusively with the loveliest Flowers in our gardens the hybrid perpetual and the Tea scented there was a dismal dearth. In 18-47 a phenomenon among Rosea appeared the Geant Des Bataille which met with such Succes that 8,000 standards and dwarfs were sold from the Nursery at Strawbridg Eworth. Ten years later came the .1 Acque Minot and the same year the Gloire de Dijon. In 1849 Senater Yaissle a True perpetual was sent out by Guilot Pere. In 1861 Charles Lefebvre was enthroned by Universal acclamation As King of roses and has continued on the throne until this Day. He won the appreciation of every class even a Mechanic confessed to going out of his Way at noon to a get a glimpse of two years later Marie Beaudaun came. The last Type to appear was the Hardy teas. The Tea Rose had been thought fit Only for the Green House and it was a great gain when it was added to the Garden roses. Such recollections Are As valuable for what they leave out and forget As Foi what they recall. An american would perhaps have had other names to mention but such As it is the modern history of the Rose popularity is Well Worth preservation. Henry Clay is the Only Man who sat More than eight years in the speakers chair. He presided Over the House Fox twelve years and he was elected speaker at the age of 34. It

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