FREELAND TRIBUNE Zitatliihod 1838. PUBLISHED EVERY MONDAY AND THURSDAY HY THE TRIBUNE PRINTING COMPANY, Limited OFFICE: MAIN STHEET A HOVE CENTRE. Make (Ul money orders, check*, etc., payable l< the Tribune Printing Company, Limited. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: One Year SI.;V Six Months T Four Months 5 Two Mouths 2- The date which the subscription is paid to 1? on the address label of each paper, the change of which to a subsequent date becomes a receipt for remittance. Keep the figures in advance of the present date. Report prompt ly to this office whenever paper is not received Arrearages must be paid when subscription is discontinued. FREELAND, PA., APRIL 7, 1898. THE LESSON Of EASTER. Lilies That Bloom To-day Out of the Soil of the Past. fwhen man felt with of god-head came the mountain peaks of clear vision from which they can look unafraid into the eyes of Deity. When our Teutonic ances tors, in the depth of their dark forests, raised an altar to the goddess of Faster, and brought thereto the first fruits of the year, they were giving hostages to hope. When, further back in the childhood of the race, our Persian forebears, watching from their hill tops the rising of the sun of spring-time, chanted hymns to the god of light, and re joined that the night of winter was over and the morii of promise was at hand, they were shadowing forth the most solemn mystery and miracle of the ages. When the fathers of these Persians, rocked in the cradle of humanity, saw in the egg the symbol of the universe, they were unconsciously proclaim ing the most enlightened of all the cosmic theories, and wherever we look, amid the gods of heathendom, we see seeds of the flower of thought of the present. Now, from the Himalayas where the first feeble roots of our race were planted, round the whole wide circle of the globe, the ring ing of the Faster bells proclaims the en larged orbit of hope. The old gods, the gods that were for man and were made ser vants to his lusts and his needs, are dead, and the God in man, the Christ that shall re deem him from his errors, is risen, and is Lord indeed. Long has been the night. Na tions have risen, grown gray and fallen; civilizations have passed as tales that are told, but through the wreck of systems inan lias toiled toward the morning. Little by little, with bleeding feet, stumbling and struggling, he has still climbed upward. The gods to which he yearned, in his infancy, be approached to find but clay to be trod den in the dust. Their cast-off garments, moldering temples and broken altars mark his pathway, but he, himself, is a type of the miracle of the resurrection. Out of the old sprung ever the new. Out of error, suf fering and disappointment, the fruition of grief. Out of bloodshed and brutality the institutions that are the conservators of peace and progress. Out of the death of nations, the birth of new peoples and grand er conditions. Time was when death was queen of night, brooding amid the symbols of decay and dis solution, veiled with grief beyond which could be seen no ray of light. Upon the breast of th is calm-eyed mother of the uni verse Christ's head was lain, and no longer does her face wear the terror of mystery. De vout as Christians, or scoffing as unbelievers, we may still see in the divine story of the resurrection the wisdom which leads the soul to peace. Gethsemane, the world-old struggle between the evil and the good, with the good victorious. Calvary, the rugged heights that were trodden under the burden of the cross, brings the triumph oi the immortal over the mortal, for where self is crucified the Son of God is purified of sordid clay. Wonderful and beautiful story, that which is commemorated upon this day! A man was born upon earth, walked the ways of mankind, suffered their griefs, was "a man of sorrow." fSo deep and fervid was His spirituality, that all were drawn to Him us to a great light. Son of God, lie taught to Ili brethren the beauty of holi ness. and His selfless life was crowned with a death the most shameful known to His times, that the world might he taught that ignominy borne for truth is glory, and that pity and love can transcend the utmost cruelty and wrong. These are the Faster lilies that bloom for us to-day out of the soil of the past and as the way of sorrow has been sanctified by the feet that have trodden it, we may go forward joyfully, knowing that it will had us to that grand Faster where we shall he glad when angel choirs shall sing of our soul that "Christ has risen from the dead and become the first fruit of them that slept." LOU V. CHAPIN. An Ungallant Philosopher. "I suppose," said the man whose hobby is economy, "that as people advance in years they increase in wisdom. But I have my doubts." "I'm Rure that I have more practical views of life than I had some years ago," replied his wife. "I won't dispute it. But the unalterable fact remains that a seven-year-old girl will be perfectly happy on Faster with a few hard-boiled eggs, which are inexpensive and good to eat, while a 27 year-old girl cannot exist without a high-priced hat, whose only function is to make some woman jealous in church or some man miserable in the thea ter."—Washington Star. The Point of View. The Brute—Well, I see that Mrs. Jones has got the best of you again. Her Faster bonnet is a much finer one than yours. The Wife—Well, hers isn't paid for and never will be, while mine is. The Brute — (Jreal Scott! Then Jones has got the best of me.—N. Y. Truth. Watch the date on your paper. v PROGNOSTICATIONS. ~ HER year has plend in days fur work Jj ferry few for Like Yuly Fordt. vhen effery boy Is youflt a virking guhn. Or Arbor day, vhen all de town Is like von great big dhree, Or Lubor day. vhen not a man Is quite so big as me. I like me, doo, Thanksgiving day, Vhen gobble-turkeys fall, But Christmas time, my Yacob says, Is youat dher best of all. Yorge Washington he has his day, Vhen all dher bandts komoudt; St. Patrick, doo, vhen Irishmen® Dher shamrock veara aboudt. But vhen my poys dher haymow climbs, Und hens forget to lay, I say undo Katrlna dhen: 'Twaa coming Easter day. I LIKE DOT FBm MFC 11 MYSELF. I learned dot vhen dher milliner shops Vas mit new bonnets gay, Und eggs vas getting high in price, Dot not a hen vill lay. But vhen dher Easter morning comes, ! Und vhile dher choirs sing, Dose poys run In mit eggs enough To fill a circus ring; Plue eggs, prown eggs, and red, and green, Dher like I neffer see. "Dher hens vas laid dhem all losdt night," | Dhey cry, und vlnks by me. Dot teaching of dher Christian church Has saved dher vorld, I know, Und It vas beautiful to see Dher violet auf dher snow. Dher Resurrection vot you call. Dot makes dher future sure, I like dot ferry much myself Auf all dhe vorld vas pure. I like to hear dose organs boom, Und peoples sing und sing, Till all do town vas like der voods Of Germany in spring. But ve must haf religions more To keep rny poys away From hen's nests all dher veak before Dot holy Easter day. CHARLES EUGENE BANKS. ROSALBA'S EASTER MAT. A Story of Life in the Mountains of West Virginia. y Ji HEX Abe Con ' V A nera, the wag of V the county, met m any of the Little *X- Backbone people /TVsi ' be always asked: White left her hUßband yetr i To the assur- K'aPVi, A .f ance that she - /UT-V , I ****- still remained i/// hrji'i l ' with him, Abe / , J. , * was wont to sny: *ji,' ■'V/v' "Then, 1 guess shr 's just stopped long enough to give him a piece of her mind." And the witticism never lost its flavor in his mouth. For three years—she had only been mar ried four—Rosalba had been meaning to leave Jefferson, but as she never got any further than telling him of her intention, he gave himself no uneasiness in the matter. "Folks don't talk so much about things they're really goin' to do," he said tohimself. Then he usually took down his fiddle. When Jefferson courted Rosalba, her father often said: "I never yet seen the man that played the fiddle an' was tit for anything else." Rosalba might, had she known, made the plea that Jefferson played very badly. She did not, however, and her father's oppo sition probably did as much as anything else to bring about the marriage. When she met Jefferson White at a Sun day school picnic, Rosalba was very much in love with a young itinerant preacher, whose affections were divided between herself and the daughter of the presiding elder. But Rosalba fell out of love with the preacher and in love with Jefferson in .lAcut twenty minutes. After that, us the young preacher, Ishinael Moon by name, was only human, he promptly forgot the presiding elder's daughter and resolved that Rosalba should be his bride. Six weeks later she married Jefferson, while people wondered if Ishmael Moon had jilted her. As a matter of fact she had twice refused to share the young preacher's salary of nothing a year. She was shrewd enough, however, to tell no one, for Ish mael'a cheeks were pink and his eyes black, great marks of beauty in the mountains, and she would have only risked her veracity. It was dull on the Little Backbone, and Jefferson was not the ideal husband she had pictured him. He was kind, but he played the fiddle when the fire was low and no wood cut and he had the cabin full of ma chines which were to make his fortune when they were quite finished. When she first came to the cabin, Rosalba used to sit in the firelight and listen with bated breath to the story of what he meant to buy her when the fortune came. As time jwent on, however, and the inventions re 'mained unfinished, she lost faith. Then, when the flour was low and her wedding finery almost gone, she begun to say she would leave him. At first Jefferson was alarmed. For a few days the chips Hew in the shed which was his workshop, though he began new models rather than fiinisbed old ones. By and by, however, lie ceased to fear, contenting himself with playing soft and melancholy music. That always re duced the fire of Rosalba's wrath to ashes. It was two days before Faster and it fell late that year, so that even in the mountains spring seemed near. The oaks were still laden with last year's rusty leaves and the snow was scarcely melted in the sheltered spots, but the sky was deep blue and the birds were coining north. Rosalbu stood at the cabin door, watching an approaching figure. She longed to chat ter like the birds, to pour out some of the buoyancy of her heart to human ears—and Jefferson was shut in his workshop invent ing and could not be disturbed. "That you, Mr. Salt," she said, pleasantly, as the lank mountaineer approached. "Won't you coine in an' rest?" "Not t' day, thankee, Mis' White, but Mis' Salt says be sure t' come t' Bear Creek meet in' on Faster. Ishmael Moon's to preach an' people are corning a long ways t' hear him." "I guess me an' Jefferson 'll come, too. Mr. Moon ain't preached out this way fer a long time," Rosalba said. "No, he ain't. Abe Conners says he seen him in Davis V he asked about you. Said he'd heard you was a-goin' to leave Jeffer son. Abe he reckoned you'd wait till the ' "JIB THE FI DD^ house was full of unfinished machines be fore moving out." Rosalba Hushed. "Ishmael Moon said that, did he? Well, folks can generally hear what pleases 'ein. Tell Mis' Salt to look for ine on Sunday." Going into the cabin, she took from a hole in the wall a stocking, the contents of which rattled merrily. She emptied it'into her lap. "Three dollars an' sixty cents," she said, '"and .Jefferson going to town to-morrow. I'll show Ishmael Moon if I'm so poor an* miserable!" She replaced the hoard, saying nothing more until Jefferson was ready to depart for town early on the following morning. Then she produced it, much to his surprise. "It's throe dollars an' sixty cents," she said, grandly. "You take it an' bring me a hat from town. A real gay one, Jefferson. I don't care if it takes every cent. No black about it an' lots of purple flowers an' I guess some pink; yes, a few pink flowers, too! I —I want it t' look real happy, you know!" While he stowed the money away she deft ly reticd his necktie and adjusted his cordu roy cap at a better angle. "All right," he said, as he removed his hat and replaced it as before. "Wherc'd you get all that money?" "Made it berrying last summer. I'd meant -to keep it till I had enough t' buy a sewing machine or a parlor organ, maybe, but I need th' hat to wear to-morrow. Now, don't forget it, Jeff." "I won't; I won't." He moved hastily to the door, fearful of some wifely reminder of past forgetfulness. When he reached the bend in the road her fresh young voire followed him: "Purple flowers, Jeff; no black, an a little—" but he was plainly out of hearing. She went indoors ajid freshened up her best dress n well as she could; she must look her best to-morrow. j It was Into when Jefferson returned, and Rosalba had been to the door and even to j the bend in the rortd several times. When he finally came, she had gone to the spring. It was some time before the momentous question of the hat was mentioned. Rosalba dreaded lest he had forgotten it, and dared not put her fears and hopes to the test of a direct question. Jefferson ate his supper, telling of his talk with the man who could help him to patent his new machine, if he would. Finally he said: "Ycr hat's on th' bed, in a bundle, Rosal ba. I was in seeh a hurry to get home 'n' tell yo about th* machine that I forgot all about it till I got a mile out of town. I went back, though, 'n' got the very thing; the woman in the store said so." Rosalba lighted another lamp and slow ly unwrapped her treasure. When it ap peared, she screamed and dropped it on the bed. It was black with a few, sparse purple "YER HAT'S ON Tli' BED." flowers, and might have been suitable for her mother, though more so for her grand | mother. "What's th' matter?" Jefferson asked, in j nocently. "You suid black, with purple ; flowers, didn't ye?" When Rosalba arose the next morning, > after a sleepless night, her mind was made up; she would leave Jefferson. If he could ; not remember a little thing to please her, she would be better off at home, she reasoned. Jefferson was plainly uneasy; he brought ! in wood and kindling and went to the spring j for water unasked. When he came back, he could hear Rosalba moving about, col j lecting her belongings, and his heart was very heavy within him. Rosalba's tears were falling fast. She could hear Ishmael Moon's queries as to her absence and his wife's remark that she probably had no ! clothes to wear. That stung her as if she had actually heard it. When her neat bundle j was ready she stood looking about the room I where she had been so happy. Across her | mind came the memory of the day when ! Jefferson had brought her home a bride. "And 1 'xpected to be so happy," she mur ! mured. "Now—" ! A voice broke on her ear; it belonged to j Mr. Salt. "1 jest stopped to tell ye the ! news," he said. "There won't be no preach ing on Rear Creek t'-day. Ishmael Moon was asked t' preach over Davis way an' his wife made him go there. They say she hen pecks him some. She ain't like Rosalba." "She ain't," Jefferson, said, sadly. "I wish Rosalba had a better husbaud. Seems like I'm no account." Rosalba dropped her bundle and listened. "Oh, well, things are comin' better," Mr. Suit replied. "That man ye spoke to yes terday is coming t' see that machine. He ! thinks there's money in it." j " 'Twon't be worth nothing to me if I've j drove Rosalba away first," Jefferson said, dejectedly. Rosalba heard no more. When Mr. Salt had gone Jefferson heard her moving about, ' replacing the articles she had taken from the chest of drawers. She was not going ; away after all! lie reached for his fiddle ! and there, in the Easter sunshine, lie played j the gayest music that he knew, while Kosal ! ba wrapped up the bonnet she could not 1 wear and laid it away on the topmost shelf | of the cupboard. ERISA ARMSTRONG. A Cheerful Victim. "My wife's new Easter gown cost $69.40; I that leaves me just 60 cents for my spring ! outfit." •Sixty cents? \\ hat do you contemplate buying?" "Well, I can t decide; would you got a necktie or u pair of suspenders?"— Detroit Free L'ress. The Easter Service. She is there in her glory, there's nothing And her life runs as smooth as a sonnet: i Though she may not remember a word of the text, She can tell the design of each bonnet. —N. Y. World. The Easter Maid. • The ICanter bells, the Easter bells, , As on the air their music swells; Whfet message do they send to you? I "Why, this," she answered, looking down, On Easter hat and Easter gown: I " 'Ring out the old; ring in the new!'' I —Brooklyn Life. AN EASTER EGG HUNT. The Parson Found Mis Treasure In e Queer Hiding Place. Rev. Cornwallis Washington Smith sat on 'he bench in front of his cabin, sore per :>lexed. Easter was at hand, and his only hild, a woolly-headed little pickaninny, had >et his heart on having Easter eggs, "like de white boys hab." As for eggs, he was not worried. His hens would attend to all that. They were reliable hens, and would not fail a minister of the Gospel on so impor tant an occasion. It was the dye that both ered the old man. I!e ran his hands through his pockets repeatedly. "Through'' is the proper word, for most of his pockets were open at both ends. Naturally it was vain to hope for nickels or even pennies in such. In fact, collections were bad that spring. "I dunno," he said, "how I gwine to git dat stuff nohow. De olf man he ain' got nary cent, for suah, but it do brek he heart not to gib dat Pompey Ceasah Smif he Yeaster eggs, it do!" He scratched his head thoughtfully. " 'Pears like dat boy got he heart set on eggs din yeah, but I ain' see—" he broke off abruptly : "Psho now!" he ejaculated, "I wonner why de ole inan ain' think ob dat afore. Dats right good logic, suah. Sar tinly it am. Whyfoh de white boys hab cullud eggs, I like know? Jest 'cause so dey git 'em de opposite, dat why. Darfoh ef de white boy hah culled eggs, den do cullud boy he 'titled to white eggs. Dat Bart inly am propah." It took some time to make Pompey Caesar see it in this light, but at length the old man succeeded, and when Easter morning ar rived the boy was well satisfied to hunt the white eggs that had been hidden about the cabin the night before. While the hunt lasted he was content. Then he undertook some hiding on his own account. In the henhouse he found three newly-laid eggs, white enough to be the logical Easter eggs for his very black father. These he hid in out-of-the-way places in the cabin, and set the old darky hunting them. Rev. Smith made a great pretense of trying to find them, and the little negro was mightily amused at his father's lack of success. It was great fun while it lasted, and when church time arrived and his father had discovered none of them, Pompey Caesar was in high glee. The old negro donned his ancient long tailed coat, put his rather brown tall hat on his head, adjusted his glasses, and went to deliver his Easter sermon. The day had brought out the entire congregation, and as Rev. Cornwallis mounted the pulpit, lie beamed with pleasure. As he reached in his coattail pocket for his bandanna, which he always deposited on his pulpit before beginning his sermon, his hand struck some thing round and cold. It was one of Pom pey 'Caesar's eggs. He fumbled with it a long while, wondering what it could be, ami as the congregation sang the hymn, he kept his hand in the pocket. He could not imagine what it was nor how it came there. He turned it over and over, wrinkled his brow and tried to remember having put something in his pocket some time, but it profited him nothing. His memory could not grasp the egg. Unfortunately his hand could. Little Pompey Caesar on the front seat grew somewhat excited. His daddy was on the right track at last. As the old mar. fumbled with the egg, the boy could scarcely sit still. At length the hymn ended, and the congregation sat waiting for the min i.ster to begin. He gave the egg one last, lingering touch. It was too firm, his grasp too heavy, aud the-ecrr brnL-l TROUBLE ON DE OLE MAN'S MINDt As he hastily jerked his hand from his pocket, and exposed his fingers, dripping with the golden yolk, the congregation more than smiled. And little Pompey Caesar whispered, in a loud tone, audible to all: "Mammy, pappy's done found de Yeaster egg!" ELLIS PARKER BUTLER. Inverse. In the midst of warmth and sunshine One thought now gives us chilis— The smaller the Easter bonnet, The larger will be the bills. —Chicago Times-Herald. A Dubious Retraction. Mrs. Newed—You have always accused me of putting all my money on my back. Newed—l apologize, my dear. At Easter I see you put it all on your head.—N. Y. Journal. Easter Gifts. Last year I spent on Daphne a precious store of pelf: But this year I saved money—l offered hex myself. —Chicago Record. AN EASTER CONFESSION. My pretty sweetheart, If that egg Incased in shell so bright, All full of white and golden sweets, were packed ten times as tight, Until Its shell were bursting and the trcas- ' ures trickling through, E'en then 'twould not show how my heart j llljca with love of you! AN OPEN LETTER To MOTHERS. 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