' ' '''' j ' ' :.:ilk I V i B II I i II mS II II ; IB 1 I 21 Ik 111 I II TSiil:"' . . an independent family newspaper. ' r'rJS" . . ..... -. - - - - -- - s- ; : 1 sjl'Z'zzzzzzzzz'z zi'i. izir"r rzn Li" - Vol. VII. New Uloom field, Tuesday, .Timo 3, 1873. TVo. 22. IS PUBLISHED KVKBT TUESDAY MORNING, BT FRANK MOETIMEE & CO., At New Bloomfleld, Perry Co., Pa. Being provided with Bteam Tower, and large Cylinder and Job-Presses, we are prepared to do all kinds of Job-1'rliitliig In good style and at Low I'rlues. . ADVERTISING RATES 1 TratuttntH Cents perllnn for one Insertion 19 " " twolnsertlons 15 ' " " three Insertions Business Notices In Local Column 10 Cents per line. .For limner yearly adv'ts terms will be given upon application. THE FADED HOSE. I overturned my writing desk and found oil, pity me I The pale ghost of a bnrled love I never thought to see. I grasped It as the miser grasps his hoarded golden ore, And scorned myself for touching It, and only held it more. A lover's gift, a faded rose pinned to a tiny sheet, On which he wrote,, "I'm coming soon, your waiting lips to greet. Don't watch your eyes out, darling, for the lighted evening train, You'll see me when the Sabbath bells ring out their sweet refrain." And so he came ! How memory paints that long bright summer day, And all the loving words he spoke In the hours we dreamed away. Weak, foolish wordij I thought they were for gotten long ago, When first I learned their treachery, and reeled beneath the blow. Ob, glistening wealth 1 Oh, golden lure, you tempted his yaln piide, 1 thought he counted love worth more than all the world beside. But I would not that his pretty wife should guess what bonds he brake, Or know the cruel wrong ho wrought for lees than her sweet sake. Then stay, old rose I'll keep you now, lest some day who knows, who May speak such fond sweet words as those and - I believe them true. Widow and Steward. ONSIEURRENAUD DECHAMPS JJiX. was a bachelor in eveiy sense of the word. Ho waa thirty-five, vain, conceited and selfish. He had not the leant excuse for vahity, as be could not Claim the siost distant relationship' Id A bull J Now. with all hi rriuiU, ill characterand persdrtal appAraliei), M. Renaud Dcchainpg WM possessed of Something which every Infcmber of his club envied him which the few ladies he had ever known, bad striven to be mistress of; namely the most magni ileent chateau in the entire empire. It was indescribably faultless, externally, inter nally, and in its surroundings. Twice a week, M. Dceliamps visited Par is, and thus did be pass his lifo year in and year out; absorbed in himself, and never imagining there- would come a day when be would wish he bad done otherwise. The Dowers had just displayed tbeir colors, and the trees wore looking down upon them yvlth their greeu-eyed jealousy in the gar dens of the chateau, when M. Dechamps commenced bis morning walk, which lie always took at that season of the year. He bad walked until he was tired, one morning, in the middle of May, and he Heated himself by the side of a tiny artifi cial lake, so clear that it reflected every thing around it. After gating into it for some time, M. Dechamps started as he saw another figure reflected in tire witter beside his own. lie turned qufckly, and , close behind him saw, not a gardener, nor one of the stray tame an I main about Ills park, but a young girl, scarcely less fresb looking than the surrounding Dowers, whose very ptttie but exquisite form was attired in a habit of green, no bright that it made the trees loojc ' filled. TShe was aeated on a pony, which 'hold its bead up erect, disdaining to avail Itself of the free dom the loose rem entitled it to; for the rider bad dropped the rein, taken )ier foot from the stirrup, turned herself completely round in her saddle, and 'was occupied in sketching. M. Dechamps first gazed in amazement, then coughed, and Anally rose, at which point the lady, not a bit disconcerted, or surprised, raised her head quickly and ex claimed: " When you have done with lue, I will retire, as I have other occupation for my time." " You surely have a holiday to-day, or does your master set you all tasks before he leaves for Paris ?" queried the young lady, putting her pencil to her lips, so red that one would fancy the pencil would be stained with blood. M. Dechamps was thunderstruck. His vanity had received a fearful shock, which sent It bounding against his conceit, the effect being to completely ruftie him. He forgot his stately bearing, disregarded what was due to a lady, and springing to his feet, be said: " By what right do you intrude here?" " Good gracious, is that in imitation of your master? If so, I will play mistress and teach you that respect to a lady is ex pected from the lowest menial." M. Dechamps was . at a loss for words, but as the lady showed no signs of going, he had time to recover himself, lie glan ced at the pretty picture before him, and if he did not admire it, he certainly did not admire himself. He had never apologized in his lifo to any one, but he contrived now to give utterance to something intended for an apology. "Don't mention it. I have made you aware of your rudeness. I don't want any apology. I detest too much humility in a man. There, I have almost finished for to day. Now, tell me, who I must thank for the pleasure of this peep at the chateau?" I am the steward of M. Dechamps, and it will give me pleasure to let you see more of the chateau," replied Mr. De champs, prompted by be did not know what. I have, indeed, been unpardonably rude, but I did not know M. Dechamps was civilized enough to have a steward." " You do not entertain a veiy high opin- iou of M. Dechamps ?" " No one does that I ever heard of." "Indeed; and why not?" "Because he is a selfish, morbid bache lor, who does not know how to appreciate the blessings fortune has heaped upon him." You have odd ideas for a young lady." I am not a young lady, I am a widow. Were I a young lady, do you suppose I would be here alone, and conversing with the steward of M. Dechamps ? The idea is preposterous." ' Monsieur Dechamps was pleased, he knew not why; but he was glad the lady before him was not a bold young domol- scllo, but an Independent little widow, ' " I nm the only person in the world from whom M. Dechamps takes advice, and if you tell me what you think be ought to do to make himself more popular, I will advise him and I think he will listeu to me," "1 detest ft popular man. But if you wish to advise M. Dechamps, toll him as his chateau is surrounded by many poor, to throw open his gardens to tbem once a week, provide a dinner, and make it a gala day; besides this, he could reliove the wants of many. It is for a charitable purpose that I am stealing a sketch of this chateau. I intend to make a painting of it, and sell it, expeotlng that the proceeds will make comfortable a family of six. Were I rich I would not do this, but, alas, my means are not great; but I do more than your em ployer, with all his wealth, and I was de termined be should in some way do some thing." " He may object to this publio sale of his private property" " I expect htm to object, and I hope his. objections will bo great." .' And why so?" " Because I shall toll him that the only means by which he can preveut the public sale is to buy the picture himself, and believe me, I shall name a high price for It." " A very clever idea; but I fear you will fail." " And wherefore ?" " Because M. Dechamps will be forced Into nothing." " He will not refuse the request of a lady?" " That is a different thing," replied M, Dechamps, blushing at the thought of his own gallantry. " Then that is prooisoly the way in which I shall make my request, and I am confident of success. Now I must go, and trust you will not totMy me, or if you do you shall share in the purchase." , " I give you my word, I shall say noth ing, and as preof of wj sincerity, I will, if you wish it, let you see the interior of chateau. M. Dechamps will be to-morrow where he is to-day you will see no one but me, and I shall feel proud to conduct so estimable a lady through the chateau." "Delightful. If I find M. Dechamps half as polite when I see him as his stew ard, I shall become his companion, and be gin to think that envy bas painted him worse than he is. What time shall I come to-morrow?" ' "Your own convenience must decide that." " Then I would suggest the morning everything is so bright and enjoyable in the morning. Will eleven be too early ?" "Not at all." " Then I shall bo here at that hour. It is but just that you should know who I am. My husband was M. Paul Jerrolt, brother to the Marquis of C ; he was, as you have heard of course, killed in a duel, which originated in a fancied insult to me. It is just two years ago, and ever siuce I have lived in the only spot in the world I can call my own, the pretty little villa, scarcely a mile from bore. You will, of course, tell M. Dechamps of my visit you may also tell him who I am as I do not care to cater to his vanity by having him suppose I was some poor creature who viewed his elegance as something new to me." " All shall be as you wish, madame." "You are most kind, monsieur, and I appreciate your civility. Bon jour." M. Decamps raised his bat, the little widow gave a bewitching bow and galloped out of sight, leaving the bachelor bewilder ed but fully sensible of her charms, and thoroughly ashamed of himself, not as she knew him, but as he was. The following morning was, if anything brighter than the proceeding one, and the little widow prettier and happier. She had paid great attention to her appearance, though she wore the same habit ; it was turned over in front, and displayed a spot loss chemisette, finished off at the neck by a jaunty green bow ; her hair was in light, graceful ringlets, all of which had the ef fect of making her look still more childish,' still more piquant. Any difficulty Mme. Jerrolt had antici pated in finding the steward was removed by seeing that individual standing actually at the gates. Yes, it was an actual fact, M. Dechamps bad risen at nine, and with out ringing his bell, so that the chateau still maintained its morning tranquility, and so well trained were the servants that had the bell not sounded for a week, no one would have ventured to intrude upon M. Dechamps, who, after rising, went through his chateau to ascertain if all look ed as it should to receive a visitor. Pre cisely at eleven ho was waiting at the gates, and precisely two minutes after that hour the little widow arrived. " Are you here to receive me, or to tell me I must not enter ?" was Mme. Jerrolt'g greeting. "I am here to oonduct you through both grounds and chateau by permission nay, I may say request f M Dechamps, who expressed himself as honored by your giv ing his chateau It moment's consideration." An hour s ride, side by side, brought them to the chateau, and there the admi ration of Madame Jerrol knew no bounds, nor did the ' admiration of M. Dechamps for his fair bewitching visitor. One, two and ' three hours had passed, and still both lingered to examine and re examine the wondrous paintings, the rare books, the antique furniture, and, in fact, everything that fell within reach of their eyes. By this time Mme. Jerrolt signified her wish to depart. M. Dechamps assisted her to her horse, mounted his own and rode to the gate with her t little or no conversation passed between them. At parting, Mme. Jerrolt, without knowing why, held her hand out. M. Dechamps took it, knowing full well why he did so. lie watched the widow out of sight, and then on the wings of delight and hunger he flew back to the chateau, rang his boll, set his household in motion, and late as it was, sat down to his breakfast. The valet wondered, the cook grumbled, the butler was indifferent, and the coaohnmu impa tient. M. Deobampswas intensely happy, and from that day he never tost the sen sation. One week passed, then two weeks, and no widow but entire tfrird week there was' widow every day hi the week, the steward iiretending to -guard her from M. DeclMwips, Rides through the park, sketches f the charemi, and sprighly con versation made thejxmrs fly, and finally Mme. Jemilt Announced that she, armed with her picture, was going 'to make her attack on the following Monday. "The sooner the better, I assure you, madame." "And wherefore?" " It will decide the pecuniary nffalrs of the poor family for whom you work." "True," replied Mme. Jerrolt, some what disappointed, as she had expected a compliment. She only remained a short time longer, and then left without a word more in reforouce to the picture or the hour at which she would bring it. The consequence of which was that M. De champs sat in state in his library the entire of Monday morning, and was about to ring for his luncheon, when the servant an nounced: "Mme. Jerrolt on business of importance." i Mme. Jerrolt and ber important business were instantly admitted by the servant who said : " M. Dechamps, madame" " You, Monsieur Dechamps ; you the selfish, cross old bachelor 1" almost shriek ed the little widow. " I am M. Renaud Dechamps. But I trust you have found that I am not as black as painted." Mme. Jerrolt was dumbfounded, and could only extend her band and her picture. " I accept both, madame, and lay at your feet the original of the park and chat eau, with the very humble owner." At this juncture Mme. Jerrolt sunk into a chair and looked speechless at M. De champs, who, timid and Hushing as a maiden, awaited his answer. You are silent, madame," he at last said. " What can I say ?" " Yes or no." "Then then, I say yes," stammered the little widow. 'Tis five years since the obscure little widow became Mme. Dechamps. She is complete mistress of the chateau, as she is of her husband's heart. She has trans formed him into a benevolent, esteemed gentleman, whose purse is ever open to the poor, as well as all his garden gates. His own children two in number, and both girls have more to say in the chateau than ho bas ; but he bows in all-love humility to the little tyrants, and is rewarded by the ever increasing love of his little wife, who is the happiest of little women. Street Life in Eiirope. "M n tvppn t 1 tn rn nn ih i a ftn h i flnfc. Wendel Phillips speaks as follows : " In Europe men carry the signs of their voca tions in their clothing. In Paris some years ago the locturer was refused admis sion by a sentinel to a publio building bo- cause he wore a cap, which, in France, was only worn by servants. He finally convin ced the sontry that he had another cap at home, and was permitted to go in. "Americans think it is an evidence of manhood to repress their emotions. Ho mer made his gods whine and howl, and did not imagine he was detracting from the dignity of the god, much loss than of man. This is the sentiment in Europe. After one of the sessions of the French Assembly, Jules Favre and the orator Bor yer full upon each other's necks and kiss ed and wep. Imagine Sunset Cox and Ben Butler kissing each other 1 (Laughter.) One thing that forcibly strikes an American in Europe is the lack of what we would call enterprise ; that the application of brains to work,R. Waldo Emerson,says: A Yankee baa as much brains in his hands as a European in his skull. We harness steam, and send lightning on errands. A genuine Yankee baby looks over the side of his cradlo, plans ft new one, and gets out a patent for it before he is nine months old. Laughter. Tho difference be tween the Yankee and European is il lustrated by the above, in connection with an anecdote of Horace Greeley. Mr. Greeley, when in France, once said to a Frenchman, whom he saw mowing with a rusty old knife : " Why don't you get a good sharp modern scythe ? It will do three times as much work." " The Frenchman's reply was fuller of economy than the Tribune ever was " Ah, Monsieur, I haven't three times the work to do." " In Europe wood is sold by tho pound, and bread by the yard. The Italian wood sawer places the saw between his kuees, and rubs the wood on the saw. This, ac cording to thelectuier.was thedesdlow tide of the application of brains to work. The high tide of the application of brains to labor Is found in the iteration of one of our grain olevators, which the lecturer cbaractetized as an instance of the Yankee skulking the final curse of getting his liv ing by tho sweat of his brow." " The Europeans, be said, were much more polite than Americans. Ask a New Yorker the way to Wall street, and he will send you to a place hotter than the 4th of July. - (Laughter.) Ask an Englishman and it is a chance if he don't send you (to the same place. Ask a Frenchman the way to a saloon, and he will direct you with the greatest particularity. Ask a Germnn the way to a place and he will go with you. "In America everybody travels. In Eu rope the man who travels is a curiosity. This faot explains Montesquieu's remark that " Paris is France." Paris pulls down a king, and the matter is accomplished be fore Marseilles hears of it. " In Europe almost everything Is govern ed by economy. The lecturer was once instructed in Jtaly by an officer in the Eng lish navy how to save a cent. " The next place where we see Europeans is at the church the doors of which aie al ways open. In the churches there is no hateful aristooracy of pews. He had seen the blood royal of Naples kneeling side by side with tho ragged lazzaron, both equal before God. " In the matter of alms g iving the Eu ropeans are fur superior to us. In America we waste more than Italians eat, and yet in that country he had never seen a begger turned away from a house or store without having something given him as a testimony that better off owed something to woree off. "Women's work in Europe is somewhat multifarious. They do two-thirds of the work draw wagons, propel boats, dig, plow, and in fact, performs all kinds of labor. A brother of the lust Emperor of Austria, who married his wife in the Tyrol, married her because she harnessed horses so well. " It is said that the word home is not to be found in the French language, and con sequently we imagine they have not homes there. The lecturer had seen houses in France in which might be found five or six generations of tho same family. " The prejudice against color, so strong in America,has no place among Europeans. ' At St. Peter's in Rome, Mr. Phillips heard a sermon delivered in a most melodious voice, andwhen he moved toward the priest to note his personal appearance, he was astonished to discover that the speaker was a negro. This struck him so forcibly . that he exclaimed. " I must be 5,000 miles from Boston." Laughtei and Applause. Doing a Peddling Female. We had a vist from a book-peddling fe male last week. She wishes to dispose of a book. She was alone in this world and had no one to whom she could turn for sympathy or assistance, hence we should buy her book. She was unmarried and bad no manly heart in which she could pour her Bufferings, therefore wo ought to in vest in her book. She had received a lib eral education and could talk French like a native ; we could not in consequence pay her less than two dollars for her book. She wanted to take lessons in music from a learned German professor ; consequently we must not decline buying a book. We bad listened attentively and here broke in with "What do you say? Wo're deaf." She started in a loud voice and went through her rigmarole. When she bad finished wo went and got a roll of paper and made it into a speaking trumpet, placed. one end in our ear, and told her to proceed. She commenced " I am alone in tho world" ' It doesn't make the slightest difference to us. We are not alone ; in laoi, we are a husband and a father. Although this is leap year, bigamy is not allowed in this State. We are not eligible to proposals." "Oh '. what a fool this man is," she said in a low tone ; then at the top ot her voice, " I don't want to marry you, I want to sell a b-o-o-k I" . This last sentence was howled. "We don't want a cook," we blandly remarked; our wife does the cooking, and she wouldn't allow as good a looking women as you to stay iu the house live minutes. She is very jealous." She looked at us in dospair. Gathering her robes about her, giving us a glanoe-of contempt, she exclaimed, " 1 do believe if a throe huudied pounder was let off along side of that deaf old fool's head ho'd think somebody was knocking at the door," slinging herself out and slam ming the oflice door with a vehemence that awakened our oflice boy, who can sleep sound enough for a whole family. When she was gone we indulged in a demoniac laugh. She isn't likely to try to sell us a book auy more.
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