TnBSORANTOK TKIBTJ&rONDAY MORNING, MAY 17, 1897. t- rr-r- Yrmi Reading Circle DEPEMSE HARRY - ttVTHOI-- C ."SONS "AND FATHE:" Copyright, 1S97, by PART I. "What?" Colonel Rutherford shot a swift glance from the brief ho was examining at the odd figure before him, and re sumed his occupation (illicitly, to hide the ismllo that was already lifting the heavy frown from his face. "Indicted for what?" "For the cussln of rav mothor-ln-law; an' I want to you to be on hand at couit to make a speech for mo when hit comes up." "Did you cuss her?" The lawyer fell easily Into the vernacular of his visitor, but he was afraid to lift his eyes again higher than the tips of his own pol ishod boot, resting upon the table In front of him, In the good old Georgia fashion. "Did I?" The stranger shifted his hat to the other hand and wiped his brow with a cotton handkerchief. His voice was low and plaintive. "I sho'ly did. I cussed her comln' and goln', for rards and back'auls, all erroun' an' straight through. Ain't no use to deny hit. I done hit." He wns tall, and In old age would be gaunt. He was also sun burned and Btooped n little, as from hard labor and long walking In plowed ground or long riding behind slow mules. One need not have been a physiognomist to discover that, although yet young, the storms Of life had raged about him. Hut the law yer noticed that he was neat, and that his Jeans suit was home-made, and his pathetic homespun shirt and sewed-on collar the shirt and collar that never will sit right for any country house wife, however devoted was ornament ed with a black chavat made of a rib bon and tied like a schoolgirl's sash. The defendant leaned over the table as he finished speaking, resting his hands thereon and thrusting foiward his aquiline features, shame and ex citement struggling for expression In his blue eyes. "Did she cuss you first?" The stranger looked buryrised. "No " "Did she abuse you, strike you, In sult you did she ever chuck anything at you?" "Why, no! you see, hit wasn't ed zactly the words" "Then It ?. :.s to me, my friend, that you have no use for a lawyer. I never take any kind of a criminal case for less than one hundred dollars, and the court will hardly fine you that much If you plead guilty. By your own statement, you see you are guilty, and I can't help you. liettcr go and plead guilty and file on exculpa tory afllldavlt " "No, sir. That'll do for some folks, but not for me. I never dodged in my life, and I nln't goln' ter dodge now. All you got ter do Is to make er speech. I want you to tell them for me" "But what Is the use, my friend? Can't you see " "Don't make no .difference: you go. I'll be ther" with your money." "All right," wns the laughing rejoin der; "but you are almply wasting time and money." "That's my business. No man ever wasted his time or money when he was settln' himself right before his folks." Lifting his head with an air, the mem ory of which dwelt with the attorney for many a day, the novel client de parted, leaving him still laughing. He opened his docket and wrote, In the absence of further information: "The man who cussed his mother-in-law, Crawford court, $100." Court opened In Crawford county, as usual. The city lawyers followed the Judge over from Macon In nondescript vehicles, their Journey enlivened by many a gay Jest and vMl-to!d tale, to say nothing of irtreshmcnts by the way. The autumn woods were rlorloua In the year's grand sunset. Like mos quitoes In sumo wild carnival, the gums and sumachs and hickorle? rind per simmons, and maple.), mixed their flaunting banners and lifted them against the blue and cloudless skies. Uelated cotton pickers stole the last of the fields' white lint and sang in harmonies that echoal from the weed lands, seeming to voice the gladness of unseen revelers. And Knoxvllle, waklnt; from Its dull dreams, took on life and color for the week. Horses tugged at the down sweeping limbs or dozed contentedly beside the racks; and groups of coun try folks, white and black, discussed solemnly or with loud Jest the ever changing situation. The sasilou of court, brief though it be, is fraught "YOU SEE HIT WASN'T ED55ACTLY THE WORDS," with meaning for families, tho chief points of friction being the Issues be tween landlord and tenant, factor nnd farmer, loan associations and delin quent debtors. And thero was always the cr'mlnal sldo of court, with Us ba ble fringe of evil-doers. The sheriff, in obedience to time-honored custom, had shouted from the front steps the names of all parties concerned In tho case of tho state vs. Hiram Ard, and tho state, through its urbane? solicitor, the Hon. Jefferson Brown, had announced "ready," when Colonel Rutherford felt a hand upon his shoulder, nnd looking up, saw a half-familiar face earnestly bent to ward his own. "Hits come," said the ctranger, his blue eyes full of txcltoment; "an thar"s your hunderd." "Beg your pardon," said tho lawyer; "some mistake! I don't think I can exactly locate you." "What! I'm the man that cussed his jnothcr-ln-tawl" 1 :m7svS fc-y 5TILLWELU EDWABDA If. S. Edwards. "Why, of course, of course! One mo ment, you honor, until I can consult my client." The consultation was brief; the lawyer urged a plea of guilty. Tho client was determined to go to tiinl. "Ready for the defense!" said Colonel Rutherford, In despair, waIng his cli ent to his. scat with a gesture that seemed to dicclnlm responsibility for anything that might happen, Tho usual preliminaries and formali ties were soon disposed of and the Jury stricken, twelve good men and true, as "COONEY LIKE their names will show; for to adjudge this case were assembled thero Dike Slsson, Hobby Lewis, Zeke Cothern, Tony Hutt, Hob Garrett, Jack Der nicdy, Tommie Llptrot, Jack Doozen beiy, Abo Ledzetter, Cran Herring dine, Hunk Dm den and Tim Newberry. The state, upon this occasion, had but one witness. Mrs. Jessy Gonder was called to the stand. The lady was mild looking and thin, nnd something In her bearing unconsciously referred one to a happier past. But the good impres sion perhaps It were better to say the soft Impression vanished when she loosened her bonnet strings and tongue, and with relentless, drooping mouth corners those dead smiles of bygone days began to re late her grievance. Well, Mrs. Gonder was one of those unfortunate women whom adversity sours and time cannot sweeten; nnd rthnt Is all there Is In It. In sharp, crisp tones and bitter words she told of her experience with the defendant. The naratlvo covered yedrs of bitterness, d' appointment, wounded vanity and hatred, and was remarkable for Its ex cess of feeling. It was, from a profes sional standpoint, overdone. It was an outburst. Members of the admirable Jury who had looked with surprise and animosity upon Hiram Ard began to regard him with something like sym pathy, for disguise it as she might, it was plain to all men that the over whelming cause of her grievance was Hiram's conquest of her only daughter. Bobby Lewis leaned over and whis pered to Bunk Dm den and both young men laughed until their neighboring Jurors were visibly affected and the court knocked gently with Its gavel. When she came to the cause of war wherein this low-bred son-in-law had actually cursed her her, Jessy Gonder; had entered the house she occupied nnd had forctb ly taken away a sewing ma chine loaned by her own daughter, her voice trembled and she shook her clenched list nbove tho rail, her eyes, the while, fairly blazing In the shadow of her blnck bonnet. She sank back at last fxhnustcd. While the witness was testifying the defeuu.int looked ttralght ahead of him, settling slowly in his seat, until his matched hands supported by his elbows that itated uion the chair, al most covered his face. From time to time a wave of color flushed his cheeks and brow. Then he seemed to wander off to scenes tho woman's words re called, and ho became oblivious to his surroundings. When nt last his at torney touched him nnd called him to the witness stand he started violently nnd with dilllculty regained his com posure. "Tell tho Jury what you know of this case," said Rutherford; and then to tho court: "This seems to be purely a family quarrel, your honor, and I trust tho defendant will bo allowed to pro ceed without interruption of any kind Go on, sir," he concluded, to the latter. Tho defendant seated himself In ths witness stand, his arm on the rail, and said: "Hits cr long story, my friends, nn' If ther warn't nothln' in the case but er fine, I wouldn't take the time. But thar's a heap more, an' ef you'll all hear mo out, I don't think any of you'll believe I'm much to bo blamed. So far as the cussln' Is concerned, thar ain't no dispute crbout that. I done It, an' I oughtn't er done It. No man, no gentleman can cuss er woman, an' for tho first time in my life I warn't er gentleman. I could come hero and pliuded, guilty and quit, but that don't square or gentleman's record. I hired or lawyer to take my case and did It to have him put me up here where I could got a chance to face my people an say I was wrong and sor ry for It nn' willln' to tako tho conse quences. That's the kind of man Hh am Ard Is," All tho shamefacodness was gone from the man. Ho had straightened up in his chair, and his blue eyes were beaming with earnestness. His dec laration, simple and direct, had pene trated every comer of the room. In a moment ho. had caught tho attention of tho crowd, for all the world, loves - ' i II ( I 1. p u manly man, nnct from the moment their attention, never wavered. "Hut," he continued, when the si lence had become intense, "I ain't willfn' for yon to think that Hiram Ardi could cuss any woman oft hand an' for a little matter. "Some of you knowed me when I was er barefooted boy with no frlen' in the wort' 'ceptln' ma and pa, an' not them long. This troublo started away back thar when I was that kind er boy an' goln to school, an she I mean Cooney, Cooney Gonder was most too young. Somehow I got to sorter lookln' out fer her on tho road, gentlemen, an' totln her books, and holdln' her steady crossln' the logs over Tobylofkec Creek, an' tho branches. An' at school when tho boys teased her an' pulled her hair an' "d her dinner bucket, I sorter tuck v . p for her; an the worst fight I ever m a was crbout Cooney Gonder. "Well, so It went on year In an out. then na died an' the old home was sold for his debts. An' then ma died. All I had left gentlement, was crbout sixty acres of Tobyofkee nnd thirty up In Coldneck dlstiic'; an' not er acre cleared. Hut I went to work. I cut down trees an' made er clearln,' an' I hired er mule an planted er little crop. Cotton fetched a big price thnt year, an' I bought the mule outright. An' then er feller come erlong with er travellln' sawmill nn' I let him saw on TEK FAINTED." halves ter get lumber ter build my house. Hit was Just ef two-room house, but hit war mine an' I was tho proudes'l I bought ernother mule on credit an' the new Ian' paid for hit too an' lef me money besides. An' then I put on ernother room. "Well all this time I was tryln to keep comp'ny with Cooney, gentlemen I say tryin' 'cause her folks dldn' think much of me. My family war'nt much, an' Cooney's was good blood an' er llttlo struck up. An' Cooney well Cooney had done growed to be the prettiest an' sweetest In all the War rior district, as you know, an' they had done made her er teacher, for she was smart as she was pretty. An she was good; too good for me. To this day I won't understand It. Cooney say hit was because I was honest an' er man all over; that was the excuse she gave for lovln' me. But I do know that when she said 'yes,' two things happened; I kissed her, and there was a riot In Cooney'a family. Cooney's ma was the last to come roun' and I don't think she ever did quite come roun' for she warn't at the wedding, but so help mo God, I never bore her no 111 will. It must have been hard to give Cooney up. "I will never forget the day, gentle men, she come Into the little home. It was like beln' born agin'. I was that happy I made the po'est crop I ever made In my life; but bless you the wholo place changed; little vines come up an' made er shade on the po'ch, an' ilowfms growed about tho yard in places that look like they had been waltln' for flowers always. An' the lit tle flxlns on the bureau and windows, an' white stuff hangln' to the mantle pieces well, I never knowed what hit was to live before. "Then at last I went to work. It was four mules then an' mo In debt for two, an' some rented land; but no man who had Cooney could honestly call himself In debt. I worked day In an' out, lain or shine, hot or cold, an' I struck hit light. Cooney was sewin' for two an' sewln' on 'ltIe white things for an other, and we were tho happiest. One day I come horn 'fo' dark to find Cooney was gone to one of her neigh bors. I slipped In on her an' thar she was er sewln' on er sewin' machine an' proud of the work as I was of the first land I ever laid off. Well, I didn't say nothln'; I thought an' I kep hit all to myself. I went to town that fall with my cotton an' when I had done paid my draft at the warehouse, I had sev enty dollars left. What did I do with it? what do you reckon I did with It?" The aquellne face took on a positively beautiful smile. The speaker leaned over tho rail an' talked confidentially to the Jury. "Well here's what I did gentlemen; I went to whar that one-arm old soldier stays what keeps sewln' machines an' the tax books, an' I planked down sixty of my pile for one of them. An' then I went homo an" sot the thing In the set-tln'-room while Cooney was gettln' supper; nn' I let her eat, but I couldn't hardly swallcr 1 was so full of that ma chine." He laughed aloud nt this point an' sevsral cf the jury Joined him. The court smiled and lifted a law book In front of his face, "When I took her In thar an' turned up the light, Cooney like ter fainted. My wife don't liavo ter sew on no bor rowed machine no more, says I, Just so; an" sho fell ter cryln' an' huggln me; an' by and by wo got down to work. I'll be doggoned If we didn't set up tell one er clock playln' on that thins! She'd sew and then I'd sew, and then 1' run tho wheel underneath an Phe'd run tho upper works. Wo hemmed and hawed all tho napkins over; nn' the tabls cloths; an' tucked all the pillow frills; or.' Cooney made mo a hand kerchief out of something gentlemen, next to uettln' Cooney, hit was tho happiest night of my llfej," PART IL Hiram paused, to tako -ft-cnth, and tho tension, nt tthe audience being relieved, they moved, looked into each other's fncc3 and, smlllnjr, exchanged com ments. A breath of spring eoemed to. have Invaded the nutumn. "Wouldn't believe ho was guilty cf he swore hit," said a voice someivh'ere, nn' thero was applause which wat prompt ly suppressed. Hiram did not hear the comment. He was lost in his dream. "Then the baby come; but before he come I saw Cooney begin to change. She'd sit an' droop an' brighten up an' droop crgln, lookln' away off; an her step got slow. Then one day hit come to me; sho was homesick for h'cr rmv. Well, gentlcmtn, I rcck'n 'twas nntch ul at that time. She never had snld nothln' but th way her ma. had done an' the way she had talked about mo was tho grief of her life. She couldn't see how she wan goln' to meet the new troublo alone. I fixed hit for her. I took her out on the porch where shr could break down without my seemln' to know hit, an' I tolo her as how hit did look like hit was a shame for her ma to have to live oft at her sister's an' her own chile kcepln' house, with a comp'ny room; an' I believed I'd drive over nn' tell her to let bygones be by gones an' come nn' live with us; that I dldn' set no store by the hard things she'd said, an' v wouid do o:ir best for her. Well, that got Cooney. She droppsd her he-ad down in my lap nn' I knowed I'd done hit the nail on tho head. Natchully I was happy along with her. "Well, I went an' made my best talk, an' when I got done, gentlemen, what you reck'n Cooney's ma said what do you rcck'n' She said: 'How's Cooney's To'ly,' says I. 'I thought so,' ses fche, 'er you wouldn't or com I'll get my things an' go.' But Cooney wns ro happy when she did come I caught tho fever too an' thought me an' the old lady would get on nil right at last. But we didn't. Seemed like pretty soon ma begin to look for things to meddle In, and she got er new name for me o'vy time I come croun.' I didn't answer back becnuse she was Cooney's ma I grit my teeth and went on. Hut she'd come out nn' lean on the fence, even, when I was plowln', an' talk. 'Look like any fool,' she said one day, 'look like any fool would know bctter'n ter lay off land with er twist er. Whyn't yet git cr roun' plnted shovel?' My Ian' wns now, gentknian, an' full of roots, that's why. "An she'd look at my hogs on' say, 'I alius did despise HerkBhlres. Never saw er sow that wouldn't eat pigs after erwhilo. Whyn't you cross em on the big Guinea?' An then the chick ens. 'Thars them Wyandottes! Never knew o.ic to raise a brood yet; an' one rooster takes more pasture than a mule.' An' I paid ten collars for three, gentleman. An' then Cooney's mornln' glories made her sick. An' she dldn' !lke sewln' machines, they made folks vant more clotnes than they ought to have, an' made the wash too big. An' what she call 'jlmcrncks' was Cooney's pretties In the slttln'-room. "But I stood It; she was Cooney's ma; only when the mockin' bird's cage door was found opened an' he gone, I like to have turned my mind loose, for I had my suspicions an' have yet. He was a little bird when I found him. I was clearln' my Ian' an' one of these new niggers come along with a single-barrel gun and shot both tho old birds right before my eyes with one load. I was that mad I took up a loose root an' fralled him tell he couldn't walk straight an' I bent the gun round er tree an' flung hit after him. Then I went to tho nest in the haw bush an' started out to raise the four young ones. I couldn't find a tug to save me, though It looked easy for the old birds, so I took them home and tried eggs an' potato. Well, one by one they died until but one was left. When Cooney come ho was giown an' with the dash of white on Ills wings all singers have. But he never would sing I think he was lone some. The first night she come, I woke to hear tho llttlo feller slngln' away like his heart was too full to hold It all. I turned over to wake Cooney that sho might hear him too nn' what do you reck'n? The moonlight had 'ound a way In through the half-open ollnds and had fell across her face. It shown out there In tho darkness like an angel's, and that little lonesome bird had seen It for tho first time. Hit started tha song In him just like it had In me, an' God knows" his voice quivered a moment and he looked away, a slight geEturo supplying a con clusion. "Then tho taby come, an' when Cooney said, 'Weil name hit Jessy, af ter ma,' I said good enough Cooney. Hits nntchul.' "Looks like that ought to have made It easier all eround, but It didn't: It all got worse; nn' to keep the peace I got not to comln' into the house till 1 i "YOU CAN'T tho dinner bell would ring. I'd Just set on tho fence pretending I was er watchln' the stock feed. An' after din ner I'd go out ergln an' set on the fenco to keep tho peace. Not that I blamed Cooney's ma so much, for I didn't. No body ever eald It for her but me, an' I don't mind sayin' hit now; but Bho has had trouble enough for four wom en; an' her boy died. Ho was a good boy, If there over was one. I remem ber tho tlmo wo went to school to gether; an' when ho died of tho fever, why, It was then I sorter took his place an' looked out for Cooney all tho time. Her boy died, -an' I think er heap er 'lowanco ought to bo made for widow when hor boy is burled, for I don't be lieve thero Is much else left for her in this world." Tho stillness in tho room was abso lute, when the witness .paused a mo ment and for some reason studied lila finger, his face bent down. All eyes were unconsciously turned then toward the prosecutrix. She had moved un comfortably many time during1 this narrative, nnd now lowered her veil, as If she felt the focus of their atten tion. Aftci wards she did not look up again. Iilrutn, whose face had grown singularly tender, raised his eyes some what wearily at last. "I know what it Is to lose a child," he said, gently, "for I lost Jessy. Tho fever came; she faded out nn' well "I'D GO OUT ERG1N AN' SET ON THE FENCE TO KEEP THE PEACE." wo Just put her to sleep out under the two cedars I had left In the corner of the yard. Then it was worse than ever, for I had Cooney to comfort, my own load to tote, an' Cooney's ma was harder to stan than before. I studied an studied an then I took Cooney out with me to the field an' told her what was on my mind. 'Let's go up to Coldneck, ses I 'an build us a little house Jus' like the one we start ed with an' plant mornln' glories on the porch an' begin over. Let's give ma this place for life an' two mules an' split up. An' let's do it quick, 'cause I can't hold out much longer.' You see, I was afraid er myself. Well, Cooney hugged mo an I saw her heart was happy over the change. "So wo went. Her ma snld we were fools, an' settled down to run her end of the bargain. An' I'm bound to say she made good crops, an' with her nephew to help her got erlong well till he married an' went to his wife's folks. "It looked like hit was goln to be easy, gentlemen, leavln' tho little home, an' It was till Cooney got In the wagon nnd looked back not at the house and the flowers she had planted an' the white curtains In her windows, but at tho two little cedars where Jess was sleepln' an' the mockin' bird balancln' an' slngln' on the highest limb It was easy till then. Her heart Just broke an' she cried out to herself: 'Ma! Ma! I wouldn't er treated you that er way I wouldn't er done hit!' " Ho plnt ed his linger at the prosecutrix. "She didn't know Cooney felt that er way, gentlemen: this Is the first time. An' Bhe didn't know that when I came back from Macon next fall an' brought er little marble slab with Jess' name on It an' put It up under tho cedars, I got one with her Tom's name on hit, too, an' went to her old home an' cleared away the weeds an' put It over Tom's grave. He was a good boy an' he was Cooney's brother." "Well," continued tho defendant, after tho pause, "we did well; I cleared tho land and made n. good crop; an' then our own little Tom come That's what wo named him. An' one day Cooney asked me to go back an' get her sewln' machine from her ma's. Hit wns tho first plantln' day wo had had in April, an' I hated mighty to loose a day, but Cooney never asked me for many things s-o I went. When I rode up ma came out, and restln' hor hands on her sides she said: 'I did give you credit for some sense! What you doln' here, an' it the first cotton-plontln' day of tho year? I'll bo boun' you picked out this day to come for that ar sewin' machine.' I told her I had; and then she answered back: Nobody but er nachuii-born fool would como for a sewln' machno In that sort er wagon. You can't get hit. Thar wouldn't be er whole Jlnt in hit when you got back!' Well, seeln' as how I had brcught the thing from Macon once in the same wagon, hit did look unreasonable I couldn't tako it further. But the road to Coldneck was rougher, an' I couldn't give her no hold on me, so back I went, twelve miles, an' a wholo dav spiled. But Cooney was sorry, I could see, an' she never did ask me for many things, so I borrowed Buck Drawhorn's spring wagon, an" next day bright an" early I put out again. When I got back to the , old home she was stannln' Just like I lett her, with her hands on her sides. I didn't got time to put in 'fo' she GET IT." called out: 'Nobody but er naehul-born fool would come here for er machine, an' clouds er risen in tho rain quarter. 'But I was determ' then to git thnt inathlno if I didn't never plant er cot ton peed. Next day I rode up bright an' early, an' thar she wao. I h'adn't got out tho wagon 'fo' sho opened. 'You can't git that machine! You go back an' tell Cooney I'm er nowin' for Hester Bloodsworth, an' wluen I git done I'll let her know. An' don't you come back here no more till I lot you know!' Well, gentlemen, then I knowed I had'n' been Jfrald of my belt for nuthln'. I started to cussln! I cussed ull tho way up the walk and up the Fteps nnd into tho room, an while I was ahoulderln'thatar machine, an' while I was er tottln' hit out, an' while I was er loadln' hit in the wagon, an whllo I was cr drlvln' oft. An' when I Uiought of thm eoventy odd miles. an' the threo days' plantln' I'd dono lost, I stopped nt tho rise in tho rood and cued back ngln. 1 did hit, nn', a I said, hit wa ontrtntlemanly, nn' I'm sorry. The only excuse I've got, gentlemen. Is I did hit In self-defense, for if I hadn't cussed, so help me God, I'd cr busted wldo open then nn' thar." The seiif-atlon thnt followed this re markable climax was not poon stilled, but when quiet was at length restored everybody'! attention wns nttrncted to the prosecutrix. Sho had never lifted her fato from the time tho defendant had mentioned the dead boy. She wns still slttln; with her face concealed, lost In thought, and It is likoly that sho never knew the cwncluslon of the defendant's statement. Bhe looked up at hist, itnprrpsed by the silence and seeing the court gazlnK townid her ns he Angered his books and aroso wearily and unsteadily. ' Can I pay a few words, Judge?" Her voice was Just audible at first. He nodded gravely. "Then I want to say that t have probably boon wrong- nil the way through. I have had many troubles many disappointments. Cooney's husband has been a good hus band to her and has always treated me kindly. I don't believe he Intended to cm so me, and I think If you will let me take It all back" the hesitated nnd faltered. "Be seated, madam," said tho court, with something like tendernees in his vclcc "Gentlemen of tho Jury, this case Is dismissed." The defendant came down from the stand and paused before the woman In black a moment. Then ho bent over her, but the only words any one caught were "Cooney" and "little Tom." He patted her shoulder with his rought, sun-burned hand. She hesitated a mo ment and then, drawing down her veil, she took his arm and In silence left the courtroom. Thero was a sudd'n burst of applause, followed by the sound of tho Judge's gavel. At the door, Lawyer Rutherford, leaning over the rail which separated the gar from the audience, thrust something Into Hiram Ard's hand. "The fee goes with th'e speech." he eatd, smiling. "Keep It for little Tom." THE END. UNDERSTOOD Till: SEX. How a Clover Clerk Won nn Advance in His Snlnry. Tho proprietor of a Fifth street house recently told tho new clerk to try his hand at window dressing. "I want you to fix that window up so that every woman on the street will look Into It," ho observed. The clerk was one of those clever llttlo fellows that you read about in the city papers. He went at it. He made a curtain of solid black velvet and suspended It from the top of the plate glass close to the Inner surface. "What on earth are you doing?" cried tho senior mem ber, happening to come along that way. "Making a mirror of the win dow," complacently answered the clerk as ho shook out a fold very careful ly. "If the women won't look at that then I'll miss my guess." The clerk drew ?3 moro In his en velop at closing time. Cincinnati Tri bune. RAIMA. Written in 18-13 by Richard Monckton Mllnes. I. A pious friend one day of Rabla asked How she had learnt tho truth of Allan whollyf By what Instructions was her memory tasked How was her heart estranged from this world's folly? She answored: "Thou, who knowest God In parts. Thy spirit's moods and processes can tell; I only know that In my henrt of hearts I have despised myself and loved Him well." II. Some evil upon Rabla fell; And one who loved and know her well Murmured that God with pain undue Should strike a child so fond and true; Dut sho replied: "Ucllovo and trust That all I suffer Is most Just; I had In contemplation striven To realize, the Joys of heaven; I had extended fancy's flight?! Through all that retflon of delights Had counted, till tho numbers failed, The pleasures on the blest entailed Had sounded tho ecstatic rest I should enjoy en Allah's breast; And for those thoughts I now atone, N That were somothlntr of my own. And were not thoughts of Him alone,"- HI. When Rabla unto Mckkeh came, Sho stood awhile apart alone; Nor Joined tho crowd, with hearts on llamo, Collected round the Sacred Stone. She, liko tho rest, with toil had crossed Tho waves of water, rock qnd sand; And now, ns ono long tempest-tossed, Beheld tho Kaabeh's promised land. Yet In her eyes no transport glistened; Sho seemed with shamo and sorrow bowed; Tho fchouts of prayer she hardly listened, But beat her heart and cried aloud: "O heart! weak follower of tho weak, That thou should'st traverse land and sea, In this far placo that God to seek Who long ago had como to thee! Round holy Rabla's suffering bed Tho wlso men gathered gazing gravely; "Daughter of God!" tho younger said, "Endure thy Father's chastening brave ly. They that havo steeped their souls In prayer Can every anguish calmly bear." Sho nnswered not, nnd turned aside, Though not reproachfully nor sadly: "Daughter of God!" tho eldest cried, "Sustain thy Father's chastening gladly. They that have learned to pray aright, From pain's dark well draw up delight," Then she Bpoke out: "Your words aro fair; But oh! tho truth lies deeper still. I know not, when absorbed In prayer, Pleasure or pain, or good or 111: They that God's faco c.in understand Feel not tho motions of His hand.' Pimples, blotelios. blackheads, red, rough, oily, motliy skin, itching, scaly scalp, dry, t hit, ami falllnc hair, and baby blomhhf i prevented by Cuticuua Boap, the most effectlvo Bkln rurifylng nnd bcautlfyinjj eoap in tho world, as well an purest and sweetest for toilet, bath, and uursory. 6air ! wlil throyihtmt th world. Futtib Pica aid CHiti.cosr, Belt rropi.,Bilii, U.S. A. B"r"Uov 19 tmeM rut Humeri," nulUd fie. EVERY HUM0R7;W,1 !&T a ratlcura PROFESSIONAL CARDS. I'liyslcliwiH nnd Snrgcotu. DR. C. L. PIIBV HAS RKMOVBD IH8 offices to tho Jewell Bulldlnc, 303 Sprues street. MARY A. BHEFltnnD. M. D., HOME, opithlst. No. 8 Adams avonuo. DR. A. TRAPOLD, SPECIALIST IN Diseases of women, cornor Wyomlnr nvonuo and Spruce itreet, ScrsJiton. Of fice hours, Thursday and Saturdays, a a. m, to 0 p. m. DR. W. E. ALLEN, D12 NORTH WASH InKton avenue. DR. ANNA LAW, SOS WYOMING AVE. Ofllco hours, B-U a. m., 1-3 p. ni 7-8 p. m. DR. L. M. GATES, ROOMS 207 AND 203 Hoard of Trndo building. Ofllco houri, 8 to 9 n. m.. 2 to .1 and 7 to 8 p. m. Rest denco 200 Madison avenue. DR. C. L. FREAS, SPIXIIALIST IN Rupture Truss Fitting nnd Fat Reduc tion. Onlco telephone 13C3. Hours: 10 to 12, 2 to 4, 7 to . DR. S. W. L'AMOREAtJX, OFFICE 231 Adams. Residence, 1318 Mulberry. Chron ic diseases, lungs, licnrt, kidneys, and Rcntto-urlnary organs a specialty. Hours 1 to 4 p. ri. DR. JOHN C. TRICE. 339 WASHINGTON avenuo. Ofllco hours .8 to 10 a. m.; 2 to 4 nnd 7 to 8 p. in. W. O. ROOK, VMTEniNAKY SUIt- Reon. Horses, Cnttlo nnd DOgx treated. Hospital, 121 Linden street, Scrnnton. Tcl(Hhon JC72. Architects PERC1VAL J. MORRIS, ARCHITECT, Board of Trndo Building. EDWARD H. DAVIS, ARCHITECT, Rooms 21. 25 nnd 2, Commonwealth building, Scrnnton. E. L. WALTER, ARCHITECT, OFFICE" rear of 6(W Wushlngton avenue. LEWIS HANCOCK. JR., ARCHITECT, 35 Spruce St., cor. Wash, avo,, Scranton. FREDERICK L. RROWN. ARCHITECT, l'rlco building, 126 Wushlngton avenue, Scranton. T. I. LACOY & SON. ARCHITECTS, Traders' Natlonnl Bank. L.nwvcr.4. FRANK E. BOYLE. ATTORNEY AND counsellor-at-law. Burr building, rooms 13 and 14, Wnshlngton avenue. EDWARD W. THAYER. ATTORNEY, Rooms 312-13-14 Commonwealth Bldg. JEFFREYS & RUDDY, ATTORNEYS-nt-Iaw, Commonwealth Building. WARREN & KNAPP, ATTORNEYS nnd Counsollors-at-law, Republican building, Washington avenuo, Scranton, Pa. JESSUP & JES3UP, ATTORNEYS AND Counsellors at law, Commonwealth building, Washington avenue. W. H. JESSUI W. H. JEQSUP. JR. PATTERSON & WILCOX, TRADERS' National Bank Building. ALFRED HAND, WILLIAM J. HAND, Attorneys nnd Counsellors, Common weann tmiidlng. Kooms 13, 20 and 21. FRANK T. OKELL. ATTORNEY-AT-Law, Room 0, Coal Exchnngo, Scranton, Pa. JAMES W. OAKFORD, ATTORNEY-at-Law. Rooms S14, 615 and E1C, Board of Trade Building. SAMUEL W. EDGAR. ATTORNEY-AT-Law. Office,, Wyoming ave,, Scranton. L. A. WATRBS, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW, 423 Lackawanna ave., Scranton, Pa. C. R. riTCHER, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW, Commonwealth building, Scranton, Pa. C. COMEQYS, 321 SPRUCE STREET. D. B. REPLOGLE, ATTORNEY' LOANS negotiated on real estate security. Mears building, corner Washington avo nuo and Spruce street. B. F. KILLIA5I, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW, 120 Wyoming avenue, Scranton, Pa. JAS. J. II. HAMILTON, ATTORNEY. at-Law, 43 Commonwealth bldg.. Scran ton. WATSON, DIEHL, HALL & KEMMER ER Attorneys nnd Counsellors-a.t-1aw; Traders' National Bank Building; rooms 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10; third floor. Dentists. "H M'GRAW, 305 SPRUCE DR. F. street. DR. H. F. REYNOLDS. OPP. P. O. DR. E. Y. HARRISON. 113 S. MAIN AVE. DR. C. C. LAUBACH, 115 Wyoming ave, R. M. STRATTON, OFFICE COAL EX change. WELCOME O. SNOVER, 421 LACKA. ave. Hours, 9 to 1 and 2 to 6. Dressmaker. MRS. M. E, DAVIS, 430 Adams avenue. Detectives. BARRING & M'SWEENEY. COMMON- wealth building. Interstate Secret Serw vlco Agency. Wire Screens. JOS. KUETTEL. REAR Ml LACKA wanna avenue. Scranton, Pa manufac turer of Wire Screens. Schools. SCHOOL OF THE LACKAWANNA. Scranton. Pa., prepares boys and girls for college or business; thoroughly trains young children. Catalogue at re qUeSt' REV. THOMAS M. CANN, WALTER H. BUELL. MISS WORCESTER'S KINDERGARTEN " and School. 412 Adams avenue. Spring term April 13. Kindergarten 10 per term. Seeds. Q. It. CLARK .i CO.. SEEDMEN AND Nurserymen; storo 14(5 Washington ave nuo; green house. 13W North Main ave nue; storo telephone, 782. Hotels nnil Restaurants. THE ELK CAFE. 123 and 127 FRANK lln avenue. Rates reasonable P. ZEIGLER. Proprietor. SCRANTON HOUSE. NEAR D.. L. & W. nassenKer depot. Conducted on the Eu Sn Plan. VICTOR KOCH. Prop. Miscellaneous. BAUER'S ORCHESTRA-MUSIC FOR balls, picnics, parties. receptlon. wed .lines and concert work furnished. For terms address R. J. Bauer, conductor. 117 Wyomlntr avenue, over Hulbcrl'a music store. MEGARGEB BROTHERS. PRINTERS' miiiDlle, envelopes, paper bags, twlno. Warehouse. 130 Washington avenue, Bernnton, Pa. FRANK P. BROWN & CO.. WHOLE Mlo dealers In Woodwnro, Cordage and Oil Cloth, 720 West Iackawanna ave. THOMAS AUBREY. EXPERT AC countant and auditor. Rooms 1) and 20, Williams Building-, opposlto postolllce. Agent for the Rex Flro Extinguisher. Triiiting. THE TRIBUNE PUBLISHING CO., North Washlnston Avenue Llnotypa Composition of nil kinds quickly done. Facilities unsurpassed in this region. t- -- .u
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