The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, July 06, 1910, Image 6

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Dimly the nyimt days arrange themselves in rows;
Backward we look upon the Berried files;
And what strong heart would fain recall the Wows,
Fate-struck the wearinen, the tears, the smiles;
We did not live as we had planned to do;
We did not walk the path our eyes descried;
What deemed we sweet turned out but hitter rue;
Our firstling joys came fair, but quickly died.
Still the mosaic Life so deftly wrought
Within the halls of memory is hunfr.
As wonderful ns if the things we sought
Had all been found, and all our songs been sung.
Kichard Wightman, in Hampton's Magazine.
Lonely Miss Barbara.
BY MRS. T. GODFREY. '
From envy, hatred and
all uncharitableness .
(malice, and
The rector's rich, full voice floated
Town the hushed church, rousing
wehoes In Miss Barbara Lynn's shriv
eled heart. She dropped her head In
ler hands with a little sigh, and
Joined her tremulous treble to the re
sponse :
"Good Lord, deliver us!" '
Then she cowered down with a
hlver, peeping at the girl in front of
ler between her fingers. How fresh,
low young, how happy she seemed as
he knelt close by the young man, ev
idently her lover.
Miss Barbara's eyes moistened.
Something in the girl's rosy face re
minded her of days long dead. The
wlft movement of the small, brown
land as it slid confidently into the
young man's, under the pew ledge,
eent a quiver of exquisite pain into
the old maid's breast. With a gasp
he closed her eyes, and tried to con
centrate her thonghts on the prayers.
Bnt instead they wandered Back into
he glade of youth, and, with the
tantalizing imago of those two before
ler, a feeling of rebellion against her
fate surged over her, and she felt her
elf Indeed a hyprocrite, for the Lord
lad not yet delivered her from the
throes of envy.
The sense of her shortcoming over
whelmed her with horror, and al
though force of habit made her chime
tta with the congregation, her mind
was in il country lne, her heart
throbbing with the remembrance of
a tall youth, with sun-kissed curls
and blue eyes like the blue of heaven.
For years she had not so let her
jnlnd dwell on such things, but had
Mved her quiet life feeling that she
was "going softly," that nothing
pained her much nor gave her exces
sive joy, imagining that her heart had
died in the lane flecked with' dancing
shadows of leaves and the golden
light of the setting sun, when her
lover had kissed her good-by, long
years ago.
And lo, the sight of a strange,
anrisnme young couple had awak
ened the old aching pain, and re
scinded hei of what might have been!
The rustle o the rising crowd
wept through the building like the
msh of a hurried sea. Mechanically
he rose also, her sweet face flushed
by the pink Of emotion, her eyes shin
ing dark through unshed tears, her
now-white hair ruffled by nervous
hands.
She must be brave. Lovers still
thronged the world, though she had
ad her day and was no longer young.
She opened her hymn book and
keld t upside down, for Uie girl's hair
claimed her attention. It shone Lke
burnished brass, and here and theva
captured sunbeam dazzled the en
chanted eye with elflike mitvhief.
Miss Barbara's hands trembled so
violently as she looked, that she
dropped the book into the seat be
fore her. The girl turned quickly
nd handed it back, with such a smilo
f bewitching charm, and sparkling
dimples, that Miss Barbara quailed.
The blue dancing eyes pierced her to
she soul, and sent her bewildered
thoughts circling back to the forbid
den past.
When the voice of the people
oared up on high, Miss Barbara's re
mained silent. The thrill of the
music added to her emotion, she
closed hef eyes, and imagined she
was looking once more into those like
the blue of heaven. Again she felt
the loved arms around her and leaned
gainst the brave young breast, while
n her chaste lips she felt a kiss.
Then, suddenly, a cold wind swept
ever her, and the murmur of voices
fell on her ears. With a shudder she
alsed her heavy eyelids and stared
round in surprise, for she was out
tn the sun-baked churchyard, on the
oft, green grass, and the blue-eyed
girl was bending over her, anxiety In
ler pretty face.
"Do you feel better?" she asked.
"Yes,", Btammered Miss Barbara,
ler cheeks unfurling the flag of con
fusion, as her gaze fell on the young
man, who was supporting her in his
arms. ' . '
He helped her to her feetc
"You fainted," he explained, "and
we brought you out."
' 5he smiled, wondering what they
would say if she told them she had
aot fainted, that she had merely
vested in the arms of her long-lost
love and said good-bye once more.
"It is good of you," she murmured.
"I felt queer, I remember. This Is
the first time I have ever done such
foolish thing. Thank you very
much for your kindness. And now I
will go home."
But in spite of her protestations
they insisted on accompanying her up
tie long village street. And as she
walked between them, a tiny, dainty
Igure, with her sweet, wild rose face,
and silver hair, her heart regained its
calm and the met the girl's blue eyes
With a thrill of pleasure. Yes, the
girl was beautiful and good. 8ha
deserved all the happiness the world
could give, all it had withheld from
her.
At the little white cottage, covered
with roses and ivy, where Miss Bar
bara lived with one faithful maid, the
trio parted the best of friends.
"1 will come and see you to-morrow,"
said the girl, laying her fresh
lips on Barbara's soft cheek, "if I
may."
i "Yes, do. Come to tea, both of
you," added Miss Barbara shyly, as
she glanced back into the youth's
dark face.
Then, for a moment, she stood
watching them as they turned away,
and the girl's voice flonted back to
her on the breeze, thrilling her with
its music.
"Isn't she a pretty darling. Eric?
Now if father's Miss Babs were like
her how delighted I should be!"
The next afternoon when MIsb Bar
bara sat in her little parlor, looking
more than ever like a Dresden china
figure, with her soft gray silk gown
and snowy fichu, and softly piled sil
ver hair, the girl came alone.
"Eric has gone fishing," she ex
plained. And as she sipped the
scented tea out of the precious egg
shell china and nibbled the home
made dainties, she chatted merrily to
the little lady.
Yy.
EOOSEVELTISMS FROM
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EX-PRESIDENTS EtitLIN SPEECH.
The play of new forces is as evident In the moral and
spiritual world as in the world of the mind and body. Forces
for good and forces for evil are everywhere evident, each act
ing with a hundred or a thousand fold the intensity with
which it actod in former ages.
One of the prime dangers of civilization has always been
lis tendency to cause the loss of the virile virtues of the
fihtiug edge. When men get too comfortable and lead too
luxurious lives there is always danger lest the softness eat
like an acid into their manliness of fiber.
We cannot afford to develop any one set of qualities, any
one set of activities, at the cost of seeing others, equally
necessary, atrophied.
There has never been a greater need of a high and fine
religious spirit than at the present time.
It would bo worse than folly on our part to ignore our
need of intellectual leadership.
Unjust war is to be abhorred; but woe to the nation that
does not make ready to hold its own in time of need against
all who would harm it. '
Finally, this world movement of civilization, this move
ment which is now felt throbbing in every corner of the globe,
should bind the nations of the world together, while yet
leaving unimpaired that love of country in the individual citi
zen which is essential to the
"We've taken the house on the hill
the one that looks down upon this
so we shall see a lot of you, I hope.
We've been married three months,
and have never settled down any
where yet, but we like this quaint lit
tle place, and the people, and the
country. After Oregon it's such a
change!"
Miss Barbara's heart jumped at the
name of Oregon, then she blushed.
"Do you know Oregon well, then,
Mrs. "
She paused.
"Dale Margaret Dale," said the
girl smiling.
"Yes, I've lived In Oregon all my
life until the last year. Father
you'll see him soon, for he comes to
morrowleft Ohio as a young man.
He says' he left his heart behind, but,
for all that, he married, and I'm his
only child."
The heavenly blue eyes thrilled
Miss Barbara again. Her lips trem
bled slightly.
"It is rather amusing to hear of
father's love affair," continued the
young bride, with a chuckle. "He's
searching for his first love now. Of
course he's quite serious, but I can
assure you we are not. Think of it,
Miss Lynn; he wants to find the girl
he loved twenty-five years ago. He
does not realize that she is now prob
ably a fearful old frump, with a long,
thin face, flat feet, no waist and a
wig."
"My dear, my dear," quavered Miss
Barbara, a sharp pain at her heart,
for twenty-five years back she also
had loved her blue-eyed youth, and,
although she had grown old, she did
not think she was a frump.
. She looked furtively across at her
reflection In the mirror. She was old,
yes, sean by the girl, but frumpish,
never! How hard and unsympathetic
was happy youth!
"You may laugh," continued Mar
garet, "for you are so pretty, so sweet
yourself! But think of my dear fath
er remaining faithful to such a scare
crow! Can we allow him to find her?"
"If your father married he did not
always remain faithful," said Miss
Barbara, demurely, her heart swelling
with fellow feeling for the lonely
frump. "And are you sure that she U
so objectionable?"
Margaret laughed.
"No, but we suppose IL A soured,
disappointed old maid. Oh, don't
you know the type?"
"I'm an old maid, also," said Miss
Barbara, stiffly.
Toe, my dear, are one of God's
prettiest creatures. Now, If you were
Miss Babs, well and good, but you
aren't, worse luck."
Miss Barbara started. Then, In a
low voice, she asked:
"Is that her name?"
"Barbara is her Christian name. I
don't know her surname. Dad would
never tell It to me. Miss Bnbs he
calls her, but we say, 'Babs the Im
possible,' for Bhe Is quite impossible,
I am sure."
Miss Barbara smoothed out the
folds of her dress with trembling fing.
ers and everted eyes.
"Does he love her very much?" she
quavered.
"He'B mad to find her. Yes, he
loved her and she loved him, but her
father woaidn't allow them to be
married, and she hadn't the Btrength
to go against his will. In those days
girls feared their fathers, strange to
tell! So father said good-bye, and
went away, intending to return later
and ask for her again, but he heard
that Bhe was married, and why,
how pale you are! Do you feel ill?"
she exclaimed, springing forward, so
licitude upon her face.
"No, no!" whispered Miss Barbara.
"Go on. This story interests me. I
have heard of one so like it."
"Well, as a man mustn't remain
faithful to another man's wife, father
married also. My mother died two
years ago, and father retired then.
Soon after we came to Ohio, and he
heard that his first love had never
married. It was her wicked old fath
er who had spread the lie. So now
father Is looking for her."
A long silence succeeded her words.
Miss Barbara sat stiff and straight in
her chair, one bright spot on either
cheek. She dared not move, for the
room seemed swimming around, and
hundreds of eyes, the blue of heaven,
looked at her from every corner.
Through a fog came Margaret's
laughing voice; . . '
"And of course she'll be a frump
a sour old thing! Ah, if she could
only be like you!"
Twilight descended upon the house,
whiffs of newly mown hay came in
THE
world s well-being.
through the open window, one ray of
the setting sun threw a shaft of light
across the room. It fell on Mrs.
Dale's upturned face, and, for a mo
ment. Miss Barbara held her breath.
For in the girl's place she saw her
lover, as he looked long years ago.
"Yes, I have heard a story like that
before," she said, in tremulous tones;
"perhaps I know Miss Babs. And, if
it is the same, she loves him now, as
then. She may be a frump, my dear,
and sour for life is hard to the lone
ly but if she can give him the love
he craves, if he can give her the joy a
father robbed her of, would you still
wish them apart?"
Margaret dropped her burning faceTt
"No, perhaps not. If it were love,
such love as that' I know. But can it
be? She is old and rusty, perhaps."
"His love will rub hers bright.
Once she was young, like you. Could
your love die? What is your father's
name?" ' 1
"Carrol Lyle. Colonel Carrol Lyle."
The drumming at Miss Barbara's
heart quickened, and the hot blood
hissed and boiled within her brain.
She seemed to hear the clash of thun
der, and stood one more in the tree
shadowed lane, his arms around her,
his lips on hers.
' The neit day, after her lunch, Miss
Barbara climbed Into her attic. Here,
as elsewhere In the cottage, not a
speck of dust was to be seen, not' a
sign of disorder.
Miss Barbara opened an old oak
trunk, and bent over its contents with
a smile. Gently she, raised soft folds
of white drapery, and shook out a
dainty muslin gown. Pure and sim
ple, It Beemed ready for immediate
use.
Then, ere she turned aside, she
drew out a packet of weather-worn
letters. From them there fell the
miniature of a young man the man
she had thought faithless to her long
years ago. Glad tears sprang to her
eyes as she gazed Into his, then she
raised it to her lips and kissed It ten
derly. '
When Marlon, the maid who had
grown old with her mistress, carried
the tea into the little parlor, she
topped short on the threshold with a
cry.
"Miss Babs, you have gone hack
thirty years!" she gasped, setting
down the tray and staring at Miss
Barbara open mouthed, for in the
middle of the room stood her mistress
clad tn white girlish gown, a blue
ribbon In her silver belr, a faaefc of
rosea In her belt.
"Miss Babs!" repeated the old ser
vant, tears streaming down her
cheeks, "but for your white hair I'd
say you're eighteen again. I'd "
"And so I am, Marlon, for he, Car
rol, Is coming back to me," whispered
Miss Barbara.
Marlon threw up her hands and
fled to her kitchen.
"Lord help her!" she sobbed.
"She's dnft! Thinks herself young
again and talks of him, her faithless
lover. May the Lord help poor wom
en who eat their hearts away, and
drown all men In the tears they make
thera shed!" she added vindictively,
rocking herself to and fro In her
great despair.
Meanwhile in the parlor, Miss Bar
bara drank her tea with longing
glances at the steep, white road lead
ing past the windows to the house up
on the hill.
And Margaret's parting words rang
In her straining ears:
"You must dine with us to-morrow.
I H send father for you, and you'll be
able to tell him about Miss Babs."
As she repeated the sentence to
herself for about the thirtieth time, a
quick step sounded on the path out
side, and she rose palpitating.
The next instant a tall, weather
beaten man stood on the threshold, a
man with short, crisp, silvery curls,
and eyes like the blue of heaven.
And as these same eyes fell on the
little trembling figure before him, a
great joy sprang into them, and with
a loud cry of "Babs! My little Babs
at last!" he took the no longer lonely
Miss Barbara to his heart.
: Out in the Open.
'
Boys and men owe it to themselves
to go to the fields and woods and
there to get as close to nature as pos
sible. Nature is the great mother,
and the boy who plays in her yards
is filled with good clean thoughts,
and you can generally, rely on him.
He breathes In the exhilarating air of
freedom and drinks from the streams
that are unpolluted by civilization
and takes home with him a supply of
health and Bplrits that money can not
purchase In a city.
This not only applies to the boy,
but to Ihe man. A tired brain is ren
ovated and re.'reshed by a few hours
in the open, and the man who com
munes with nature and becomes in
timate with her has a friend who will
never lead him astray. Take to the
woods and fields whenever the oppor
tunity presents Itself, and if you have
boys and girls take them with you.
Teach them to shoot and to become
familiar with firearms, boats, water
and woods, birds and animals, and
give them a chance to learn and love
nature.. If you cannot take them, let
them go with some one In whom you
have confidence. You will be sur
prised how quickly they will become
proficient In woodcraft and how soon
they will feel the charm of outdoor
life. The open plants the seeds of in
dependence and teaches the young to
take care of themselves. Encourage
them In this direction and then try It
yourselves just as often as you can.
It beats sitting around a club. An
hour, a day, a week spent In pursuit
of fish, feather or fur, never forget
ting to visit nature all the while, will
prove an Inestimable blessing to the
nerve fagged man or woman. Let me
Impress upon you that the act of kill
ing is only incidental. Never take
advantage of game. Always give it, at
least, an even chance, and stop before
you have had enough. Remember
that there are other days and others
coming after you to enjoy the same
pleasures. Obey the game laws, but
if you have the proper conception of
this form o" sport and you are a true
sportsman at heart, the last admon
ition is superfluous, as the lavs nl
wwsalIow a reasonable length of
time for its indulgence, and a liberal
limit to the daily and season's bag.
Tho National Monthly.
WORDS OF WISDOM.
Our doubts are traitors. Shakes
peare.
Many
bands make light work.
comes first grinds first.
German.
Who
German.
A clean fast is better than a dirty
breakfast Irish.
A true friend Is forever a friend.
George MacDonald.
A drop of fortune is worth a cask
ot wisdom. Latin.
He who follows the crowd has
many companions. Dutch.
The bald-headed man is the origin
al star-gazer. Dallas News.
Even a fool, when he holdeth his
peace, is counted wise. Bible.
Great men are never sufficiently
shown but in struggles. Burke.
He whose goodness Is part of .him
self Is what is called a real man.
Menclus. ,
Truth ' may have a thousand
tongues but only one face. Florida
Times-Union.
The problem ot life is not 'to make
life easier, but to make men stronger.
David Starr Jordan.
Somehow a girl never feels that
she's really well dressed unless her
shoes hurt her. Fuck.
A little cheerful chatter la better
than medicine to the average sick
man. Florida Times-Union.
That which is past Is gone and ir
revocable. Wise men have enough
to do with things present and to
coma. Francis Bacon.
Father GOose.
Lloyd-George is a Welchman,
Lloyd-George is a chief:
Lloyd-George smote the peerage
And caused it lots of grief.
The dukes and lords were angry,
But Lloyd-George didn't care;
He biffed 'em with his budget
And had some votes to spare.
The Commoner.
Break, Break, Break! . ,
"Your new maid uses broken Eng
lish, doesn't she?"
."Mostly broken china." Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
A Grow-some Jest.
She "They say her husband
wai
driven to his' grave."
He "Well, he couldn't very well
walk." Boston Transcript.
For Conservation.
Housewife "Are you willing to
chop some wood for your dinner?"
Plodding Pete "Sorry, mum, but
l am a Plnchot man." Boston Tran
script. Her Instructions. '
Conductor "Ticket, please!"
Passenger "Certainly, sir. Here
Is the key of my trunk, which Is in
the baggage car. in the pocket of
my second best dress Is my mileage
book." Harper's Bazar.
Ron Sequiter.
Innls "Do I love herT Why, man,
I can't Bleep nights for thinking about
her."
OwenB "That's not proof positive.
I get the same effect from my tailor's
bills. Boston Transcript.
Solicitude.
3 .'&.
It V y .ilJ
"During our stay in Egypt we vis
ited the Pyramids. They are covered
with hieroglyphics.' ,
"Lor't Wasn't you afraid of get
ting some on you?" New York Tele
gram. Her Flat.
Mrs. Noobrlde "Yes, dear, I was
married last month. I'd like you to
call on me and see the pretty flat I
have."
Miss Jellus "I've seen him, my
dear." The Sacred Heart Review.
A Lick and a Flick.
Mr. Hubb "The Intelligence of
fice manager told me that our new
girl was once an actress."
Mrs. Hubb "I believe it. She
dusts the furniture exactly as the sou
brette does it on the stage." Boston
Transcript.
The Rnrgnln Instinct.
Lady (who has been shopping)
"When does the next train leave for
Oshkosh?"
Trainman "Two-fifty, madam."
Lady (absent-mindedly) "Make
It two forty-eight and I'll take It."
Chicago News..
Bound to Stand.
"We expect to have every track In
the country put out of business," said
the reformer.
"I .'luppose you will," answered the
New York man, "except the hundred
mile course between Washington and
Warrentown." Washington Star.
A Quicker Way.
"I'd like to pay my respects to the
king."
"I can arrange for an audience In
about three weeks," explained the
American minister.
"How long would it take you to
get him on the telephone?" Louis
ville Courier-Journal.
Had Yachts of Their Own.
McCarthy was boasting of the)
prominence of his family in bygone
ages. "But there were no McCar
thys In Noah's Ark," said O'Brien.
"No," Bald McCarthy, "our family
was very exclusive In those days and
had yachts of their own." From
Norman E. Mack's National Monthly.
The Handwriting.
"It you look about you," said the
ominous acquaintance, "you will see
the handwriting on the wall."
"The handwriting on the wafl
doesn't worry me," replied Senator
Sorghum, "so long as they don't gC
rummaging Into my private mem
oranda." Washington Star.
How It Happened.
"How does It happen," said the
young woman In the library, "that
Lord Byron is the only poet you
read?"
"Wei'.," replied Mr. Lobrow, "I
once won a bunch of money on a
horse by that name, and I thought it
was up to me to get acquainted with'
my mascot." Washington Star,
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' Chocolate, according to Balzac, is
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than tea or coffee. The decline of
Spain from the proud position it once
held he ascribed to the Introduction
cf chocolate and its adoption by all
classes.
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Postal Savings Banks.
The establishment of a postal sav
ings bank system was promised by the
Republican platform, and the neces
sary bill will almost surely be passed
at present session. It will have to be
passed because it was promised in
order to attract radical votes. The
president, with his usual scrupulous re
gard for good faith, believes that If we
got any votes by that promise they
should be promptly paid for. There
Is no other reason for passing the bill,
and the system is likely to be costly
and unsatisfactory. It is wholly un
necessary In this country, where we
have developed under private enter
prise the most effective and extensive
saving system in the world. How
ever, we are in for it, and It 'Is only
a matter of settling the details. San
Francisco Chronicle.
Somewhat Opposed to Snowing.
Henry M. Stanley once had an ex
perience which shows how a hatred of
tobacco is apt to swamp the finer feel
ings. In 1863, when staying at
Brooklyn, N. Y., he noted In his diary:
"Boarding with Judge X. Judge drunk.
Tried to kill his wife with hatchet
Attempted three times. I held him.
down all night. Next morning, ex
hausted, lighted cigar in parlor. Wife
came down and insulted and raved at
me for smoking in her house." Kan
sas Cltv Star.
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dard remedy for female ills, and has
positively restored the health of thou
sandsof women who have been troubled
with displacements, inflammation, ul
ceration, fibroid tumors, irregularities,
periodic pains, backac.e, benj-ing-down
teeling, flatulency, indi&on, dizzi
ness, or nervous proiiLoa. Why
don't you try it?
1 rra, J
THIRD