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NEW BLOOMFIELD, PA., TUESDAY, JULY 29, 1871).
NO. 31.
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GOLD.
Gold lurks In every aim of 11 To j
It sways the lofty and the lowly,
And shrouds beneath Us sable pall
Each aspiration high and holy.
For it, we utter earnest prayer,
And solemn vows are made and broken,
And beauty barters faith and hope,
. And bitter scathing words are spoken.
Gold cannot add one hour's life,
Or buy love's holiest caresses
It cannot stay the silver streak
Time blends with beauty's auburn trasses
It cannot bring the loved one back,
8o rudely torn from our embraces
It cannot smooth the wrinkled brow
Scored deep with griefs relentless traces.
Gold cannot bring youth's ruddy glow
Back to the check of fading beauty
It cannot hush the still, small voice
That hints of long neglected duty t
It cannot heal the broken heart,
Throbbing with some unbounded sorrow j
Tor words that wring the soul to-day,
Gold cannot bring relief to-morrow.
Then let us spurn the glittering bribe,
Nor breath for it one sigh of-sorrow j
Gold can at last bat gild the btcr,
Or buy the pall that want must borrow,
The lowliest heart in all the land
Is rich Indeed beyond all treasure,
If truth and virtue, hand in hand,
Have been through life Its rulo and measure.
BURYING THE WRONG MAN.
TPHERE'S no better fellow than
A Bob Lindsay," was tbe universal
voice of his nelgbbors - " but for one
failing" tbey felt in conscience bound to
add.
His one failing, a proneness to In
dulge in strong drink, bad been suffi
cient to counterbalance all Bob's good
qualities. Active, industrious and en
ergetic, be was a man to make bis way
in the world. Indeed, many times suc
cess seemed within his grasp. But Just
at the critical moment, and while his
friends were hopefully saying, " If he'll
only hold out," a sudden relapse would
come, and a week's dissipation would
squander the fruits of a month of sober
industry.
It was a sore trial to Mary Lindsay
to see her husband the slave of a loth
some appetite. Her's was a proud as
well as a loving heart; and It stung her
to note the look of a suppressed triumph
visible on the faces of certain friends, in
. opposition to whose counsels she had
married handsome Bob Lindsay, in pref
erence to rich, old and ugly Didymus
Dodd.
Whatever of Bob's earnings had es
caped the rumseller's grip, had gone to
buy a neat little home, which would
have been a very happy one but for the
one great drawback.
Bob had given a mortgage for a por
tion of the purchase money, and several
times he had raked enough together to
pay it; but Just then his besetting
temptation would overcome him, and
the money, instead of going to cancel
the debt which lay like a load on Mary's
heart, and hung like a shadow over her
home, would be worse tban wasted.
In tbe course of time and business
this mortgage' came Into the hands of
Didymus Dodd. From him Bob knew
it would be useless to seek Indulgence,
even had he felt free to ask a favor of
Didymus Dodd a humiliation at which
his own, as well as Mary's pride re
volted. With that will and earnestness which
hud so often before carried Bob to the
verge of success, and needed only per
severance to assure it, tbe required
sum was once more accumulated.
" You may trust me this tImo,Mary,"
said Bob, with a parting kiss, the
morning ho started to town to carry
the money to Didymus Dodd's lawyer,
who had possession of the mortgage.
With a fervent prayer that he might
not be led into temptation, Mary re
turned her husband's kiss, and went
about her dully cares, filled with anxiety
for what the day might bring forth.
Bob felt brave and strong till he came
in sight of tbe cross-roads tavern. Old
Itoan, from the force of habit, turned
his head toward his accustomed hitch
ing place. Bob urged him on, and in n
moment more would have been out of
danger. But then the demon of Irreso
lution took possession of his soul.
" It's a BUltry day," Bob Bollloqulzed,
" and a glass of something cool JuHt
one can do no harm."
Old Roan, given his head, was soon
rubbing his nose, in friendly recogni
tion, against the sign-post, while his
master was exchanging salutations with
the host within.
" A cold whisky toddy, Mr. Splgott,"
said Bob ; " a pair of 'em, I mean, for I
hope you'll do me the honor of your
company ; and you, friend," turning to
a seedy-looking stranger in the corner,
" won't you Join us V"
He of the seedy looks 'didn't care if he
did,' and stepped forward into line
without more words.
The toddies appeared and disappeared
in a twinkling. Then a three handed
chat was struck up, and the toddles
were repeated all at Bob's expense, for
there wesn't a stlny drop in his
blood.
The seedy stranger . made himself so
pleasant that Bob was glad to learn they
were going the same road. He even of
fered to share old Boan with his new
friend, on the old fashioned plan of 'ride
and tie;' but the latter declined politely,
saying, as they were only going a short
way together, he would manage to keep
up afoot If Bob didn't ride too fast.
Another round of drinks, and Bob and
the stranger took their departure in
" right merrle' humor.
" Here," said the latter, when they
had reached the heart of the forest,
where a foot-path branched from the
main road ; " we must part, for my way
is by this path."
Bob expressed his regret at the en
forced separation, and was on the point
of reluctantly resuming his journey,
when the stranger begged him to alight
for a short rest.
" Here's a nice cool place among the
bushes," added the stranger, " and here
is a little something for refreshment,"
producing a flat bottle from his pocket;
" our chat has been so pleasant that I
would like to enjoy half an hour more
of it."
Bob was in no mood to be unsociable,
and be and his companion were soon
seated side by side on a log, as cosily
as General Marion and the British offi
cer the day they dined on sweet potatoes
served on a piece of bark.
Tbe stranger uncorked the bottle and
handed it to Bob.
" What is it V" Inquired the latter.
" Brandy," the other answered.
"Health and happiness," said Bob,
by way of preface to a good gulp.
A gurgling groan escaped him. The
flask dropped from his hand. His throat
burned as though scorched with Are.
His temples throbbed. A confused buz
zing filled his ears. A sense of numb
ness pervaded his brain, and he fell to
the ground unconscious.
In a trice the stranger dragged him
into a thicket, and stripping him of his
outer clothing, replaced bis own there
with and mounted Roan, rode 'off into
the woods with Bob's clothes and
money. i
The robber was afraid to venture far
till night set in. Then, under cover of
the darkness, he hurried forward, hop
ing, before daylight, to be well out of
reach.
Boon a river Intercepted his flight. It
was swollen by recent rains, and the
rapid current made its passage danger
ous to those unaccustomed to the ford.
"Surely, this must be the right
place," muttered the robber ; " I ob
served it closely yesterday ; yes, this is
the spot."
Poor Itoan recoiled and shied, but his
rider spurred him on.
A headlong plunge buried horse and
rider beneath the surging waters. The
two came up again and separated. With
a violent struggle the horse clambered
up the bank ; but the man wa swept
swiftly down, vainly contending against
the dark and angry flood !
Days after, the body of a drowned man
was found where it bad been borne by
tbe current. The features were past
recognition, but it was Identified by the
garments as that of Bob Lindsay.
Poor Mary was heart-broken. With
all Bob's faultB or rather In spite of his
one fault she loved him dearly. And
when the funeral was over,she sat down
In her desolate home, and mourned and
would not be comforted.
When Bob awoke from his stupor and
discovered the plight he was In money,
horse and raiment alL gone it Is im
possible to describe his remorse and
shame.
" I can never look Mary in the face
again," he exclaimed. " Dodd will be
pitiless. Her home, which she loves bo
well, will be sold over her head. No I
I can never look her in the face nguln."
Clothing himself, perforce, in the rags
left by the robber, he wandered on aim
lessly, and for many days lived like any
other tramp.
But at lust a change came over Ills
spirit. It was cowardly to desert Mary
thus. He would go back and bear his
share of the trouble, and as much of hers
as he could. Once for all he would be
a man, and this time there should be
no slip.
And he turned again towards his
home. At length he reached the river,
and as he walked along the margin ' of
the river to find the ford, which lay
somewhere above, lils eyes fell on an
object partly imbedded in the mud. He
caught it up eagerly and examined it.
An exclamation of joy burst from his
lips, and he pressed forward with re
doubled speed.
He soon reached the ford which he
passed without difficulty for the water
had fallen considerably and at night
fall was at his own door. At the sound
of words within, be paused on the
threshold.
" If I could ever love- another after
poor Bob," said Mary's broken voice,
" It would never be you.Dldymus Dodd,
who ought to be ashamed to choose my
hour of sorrow to insult me."
" You shall either marry me or leave
this house I" returned the harsh voice
of Didymus Dodd.
" She'll do neither, villain I" thunder
ed Bob, bursting In like a shot.
Didymus started as at the sight of a
ghost; but in an instant Mary's arms
were around Bob's neck.
"Oh, Bob! Bob!" she cried, "I
thought you were dead and burled. First
old Boan came without you ; then they
found a man drowned in your clothes,
and we burled him in your clothes."
Bob's story soon dispelled the mys
tery. Didymus Dodd ground his teeth with
fury.
" I'll sell you out all the same," he
growled, spitefully,
" Not so fast," answered Bob, " I've
got the money to pay your paltry
mortgage."
"Why, I thought you were rob
bed V"
" So I was, bnt I found my pocket
book all right to day where it was wash
ed from the thief's pocket."
Bob paid off the mortgage and never
drank again ; and now he and Mary are
the happiest couple, and one of the best-to-do
iu all that country.
Courtesy Exemplified.
WHILE at Providence, R. I., says a
writer In the Springfield "Re
publican," I met Mrs. Mary A. Liver
more at the bouse of a friend. At table
tbe conversation fell upon the subject of
politeness. The hostess told of a friend
of hers, a little antique iu her manners,
for whom a reception was given by one
of tbe Beacon street aristocracy of Bos
ton. At dinner the guest poured out
her tea in her saucer to cool it a meth
od of refrigeration which was quite cm
fait thirty years ago.
The guests looked surprised, and some
were inclined to smile at her simplicity
aud Ignorance of high-toned propriety,
but the lady of the bouse poured some
tea Into her saucer and drank It there
from. This was considered a hint to all
and the guest was Immediately placed at
her ease.
Mrs. Llvermore Md :
" I was once the recipient of a very
marked politeness of a similar Bort.
When I wax in, London my husband
and I received a verbal invitation from
Lady Vilas, whom I had met once or
twice pleasantly, to come to come to her
house next evening and meet a fow
friends of hers. We accepted and went.
But I was deceived by the informality
of the invitation, and supposed It was
merely to meet half a dozen neighbors
or intimate friends. So we went out
riding In the afternoon, stopping there
on the way back to the hotel.
"Judge of my amazement to find the
house illuminated and a large and bril
liant party assembled In full dress in
my honor.
"There I wbb In a plain carriage dress,
bonnet and black gloves I"
" What In the World did you do ?"
inquired a young girl.
"Why, I went right into the Iioubo
and to the ladles' dressing-room,whence
I sent a note to the hostess saying that
I had misapprehended her invitation
and was not in appropriate costume.
She ran up and reassured me by telling
me they had come to see me and didn't
care about the dress, and carried me
right down with her.
" All in full dress and the ladles with
out hats and huir elaborately dressed ; I
with brown dress, bare hands, bonnet
on. I soon recovered the self-possession
which the faux pas somewhat dls
turbed and was greeted with splendid
cordiality. In a few minutes Mr. Llv
ermore edged around behind me and
whispered :
'"Didn't you think, Mary, all these
ladies had on white kids when you
came in 1"
" I looked around and they were all
bare-handed. Moreover.I observed that
a half-dozen had bonnets on. This half
dozen rapidly increased, till we were in
majority, and soon discovered that no
lady who arrived after I did hud remov
ed her hat. Now that Is what I call
politeness I"
It Doesn't Pay to be too Shrewd.
It doesn't pay to take advantage of
another's necessities. It Is done, how
ever, and by men who pride themselves
on their shrewdness. Causeur, of the
Boston " Transcript," says he knows a
case In point. A well known business
man in Boston wanted certain work
done. It required special professional
skill which but few ever attained. But
he found a young man who possessed it
in a high degree, who was greatly in
need of work, and consented to work
for very small pay. The employer
chuckled. The young man went to
work and worked on a definite plan.
He put the very best skill he had into
his work. His employer's customers
were delighted. They not only liked
what he did, but they liked it so well
that they would have no other. Again
the employer chuckled. His business was
growing in proportions and in profit.
One day the young man asked for
higher pay. His employer said he
couldn't aflbrd it. The young man
knew that that was a lie, but he didn't
say so. He kept on working, doing bet
ter and better. Again his employer
chuckled, not alone over his gains, but
over the fact that he had, as he thought,
deceived the young man. His confi
dence in his own sagacity had a rude
awakening one morning he learned that
his " dupe" hud set up in business for
himself. The customers who liked his
work would have no other. The em
ployer has not been able to find any one
who could just match it, at any price.
It doesn't pay to be too shrewd. You
may buy things for less than they are
worth for some time, but the balance
has got to be paid in the end.
Life In Siberia.
Siberia has long been not merely the
political, but universal prison of Russia,
capital punishment being now reserved
for cases of high treason and murder
punishment with transportation for life.
But in this transportation there are
many grades. Banishment to one of
the border fortressess is its mildest form,
usually inflicted upon military offenders.
Next conies Western Siberia, which,
traversed by several commercial high
ways, containing many large towns.aud
in constant communication with Russia,
offers so many advantages that more
than one criminal whose term has ex
pired has remained there In preference
to returning home. Eastern Siberia,
called by the Russians " Za-Baikalskl,"
(beyond Lake Baikal,) is dreaded by the
convicts for Its remoteness and sterility,
It being a common saying among them
that " one year In the East Is worse than
two In tbe West." More terrible than
all, however, Is the sentence of hard
labor In the mines, especially those of
quicksilver, which by Its corrosive ac
tion upon the bones, makes a certain
and horrible death the Inevitable climax
of the penalty. Escape Is all but Impos
sible, from the countless military pick
ets, aud the strictness of their surveil
lance ; but as If to make assurance
doubly sure, the Russian government is
sending many of Its political prisoners
to the new acquired Island of Baghalln,
lying between the Siberian coast and
Japan. In the reign of Nicholas, pris
oners were often compelled to march the
whole distance with chains on their
ankles; but happily this barbarity has
become rare of late yeurs, though there
seems reason to fear that it may be re
vived before long.
Prize Essay on Woman.
After man came woman.
And she has been after him ever since.
She is a person of free extraction, be
ing made of man's rib.
I don't know why Adam wanted to
fool away his ribs In that way, but I sup
pose he wag not accountable for all he
did.
It costs more to keep a woman than
three dogs and a shot gun.
But she pays you back with interest
by giving you a house full of children to
keep you awake at night and smear mo
lasses candy over your Sunday coat,
Besides, a wife Is a very convenient
article to have around the house.
She Is handy to swear at whenever
you cut yourself with a razor and don't
feel like blaming yourself.
Woman is tbe superior being In Mas
sachusetts. There are about 00,000 more of her sex
than males in that state.
This accounts for the terrified, hun ted
down expression of the single men who
emigrate from the east.
Woman is not created perfect.
She has her faults such as false hair,
false complexion, and so on.
But she is a great deal better than her
neighbor, and she knows it.
Eve was a woman.
She must have been a model wife, too;
for it cost Adam nothing to keep her in
clothes.
Still I don't think she was happy.
She couldn't go to sewing circles and
air her information about everybody
she knew, nor excite tbe envy of other
ladles by wearing her new winter bon
net to church.
Neither could she bang over the back
fence and gossip with her neighbor.
AH these blessed privileges were denied
her.
Poor Eve 1 she's dead. Ayents Her.
aid.
" Ready'and Willing."
Being in a confidential mood, the
other evening, lawyer Pleadwell was
induced to tell why he didn't marry
young Miss Tenderheat, to whom he
had formerly paid attention. " Well,"
he began, " one Sunday evening I call
ed upon her with the intention of bring
ing things to a focus. I had thought of
nothing else for a week, till my mind
bad got into such a state of agitation
that I hardly knew what I was about.
We were sitting opposite each other,
talking on casual matters, when I sud- -denly
braced up, and looking Mary in
the eye, (rather sternly, I suspect,) said
I, " Now answer me without equivoca
tionmind, you're mi oath tell me,
whether or not, to the best of your
knowledge and belief, you are ready and
willing to become Mrs. Pleadwell 1"'
Well, gentlemen, she showed a spirit I
had little suspected, and which thorough
ly awakened me to an appreciation of
the fool I had made of myself. Mary
was on her feet in an instant, raised her
self to her full height she had never
seemed bo tall before and with " Mr.
Pleadwell, when I am ready and willing,
I will seud you word, sir I" she flounced
out of the room. And I well, I thought
I'd be going. Now gentlemen, this is
not to be repeated," added Pleadwell,
half repenting bis burst of confidence.
All promised not to tell, aud that is how
we heard of it.