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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron News-Record, 1895-09-18, Page 7amistieneille • The Huron News-ffecord 1.25 a Year -11.00 LAdvanse "e"-- - WleletireDAY, SRPTEMBIalle 18th, 1885,. • 'Jaw0/tAYE QF LITTLE JOE. —,----., . .7 want to see baby JOes gave an' •then I'm willinto die." It was a tramp of lathers 50 years who uttered the sorrowftfi words, and his lips trembled 'in mute sympathy Witet'a ter which stole across hie bron- zed cheek, leaving an imegular track ' through an accumulatio4 of coal dust ( , 'Which coated his features from recent traveling by freight train from a long distance. He had been thrown off a coal . ' train in New Jersey, while attampting to steal st ride west, and found his way over in New York city for food, and When he gave utterance to the words ., which appear In the first paragraph, . he•was leaning against the Broadway . eence, which guards Ohl Trinity church yard. In contemplating the silent tombs e, which dull he ineosure, perlops a • glimpse of7/ far-off and n glected grave ^ t Was forced before his mental vtsion, ; .e. and a sad reverts result d in tha ex- ' clametion which he uttered. • Joe Miller had a strange story ti tell of misfortune, ill -luck, m'splseed affec- tion, adventure and a barrsn life. The little green mot.nd near tee iron f •nee awoke sad memories of an unhappy a time when he had a happy home in Eastern California, and when ,•.; he burled h's Loy Joe, and when, driv- ta s• en to despair he had flung himself i'., headlong into the vortex of dissipation ''.. to drown a sorrow which seemed to a e • have attacked his reason. In broken t' •sentences he told me the tale of his • life and also of the causes which .•sS,',. rade him a tramp. !ss There had once been a snug little home for Joe Mills. He had inherited rei $10,000 from his father, and Laura Moreland had agteed to shire th, lit - tie cottage on the hill. She had suitors by the score, when bold Joe Mills had a., sought her hand,but she was as chang- eable as the wind. Joe believed he had secured a biassing when he h Id slipped '• the wedding -ring on her finger one May day in 1870. .t. Green vines and California roses en- • twined themselves over the little porch when Joe brought his wife into the new home, and all the village folic came me :.: the lane to see them get out of the brat- ; al carriage and to wish them wsli. The 6, days seemed like hours to Jo , ni 1 hi n Ike the sun never had a more genii] giow on the Pacific seope and flowers a more .-^ intoxicating fragrance than when his married lit egan. He grew prosper - r than his eighborse while his crops tbe '•-; ous. His c sold at better prices '•• were the envy of the sturdy farmers 1 for miles around. The measure of his earthly bliss was complete when a fair- haired, blue-eyed, baby boy came. His ees and hair were ust like his papa's I his wife said, and no other name would • do for baby but plain Joe. And so it 1,_• was agreed that baby should be Joe, 'e; Jr., and Joe, Sr., laughed and cried by 1-' turns at hte blessings showered upon e., him. I And all went as merry as a marriage bell until one day in November, 1878, when little Joe was seven years old. The serpent came and a life was blight - ' S' ed. se A gale had been blowing down the [ valley all day 'long, and when the shades of night fell the storm of sleet a and hail seemed to 'increase in fury • until the little cottage shook, and Joe crept up into his father's arms and ss , listened to the wind howling through ie the trees on the slope beyond. At this 1!... Moment the little family were startled by a shrill cry of distress coming from 4< a the lane, and Joe buttoned on his 4, greatcoat and strode forth with lan- tern to lend a helping hand to any One who might need succor. He came upon 12, the body of a young man lying in the - roadway, almost unconscious. A yid - e.'• 1 r MS horse had thrown the stranger and galloped away in the darkness down the valley road. l•'ie, When Joe attempted to raise the fai- 1 ' len man a groan of anguish came from • the lips of 'the sufferer, and then it was disc ted that his leg was broken. In aiPmoirTent Joe had gathered the stranger up in his arms, and carried him into the cottage and placed him in "--; his spare bed. Being once an aesist- , ant to a 'Frisco physician, Joe Mills had no difficulty in setting the frac- te s ,tured bone of the man, who gave his name as Warren Moore, ani sail he came from Sacramento County. Somehow life seemed changed for Joe when Warren Moore carne. Little Joe did not like the stranger, elle told papa that mamma was often reading to him by his bedside. Joe thought lit- tle of the circumstances. Perhaps Laura thought it best, he E aid, but in spite of it all he grew unhappy. His wife no longer apppeared at the porch to greet him when he came up from the village with delicacies for his injured guest, and little Joe was neglected and _ sad. Warren Moore had been out of his bed probably a week when Joe met him in the cosy parlor one day. Ile said he felt strong enough to pursue his jour- ney now, and would leaVe next day. He also spoke of the debt of gratitude ' .'• he owed Joe, and hoped he might be rfable to pay him handsomely in return i, Borne day. Next day a coach was ordered up 1 from the vIlle.ge, and Warren Moore rode away. Joe felt as if the weight had been removed from his mind when • the stranger departed, but his wife was a changed woman. She no longer cared tor home and the prattle of little Joe annoyed her. The stranger had r,,bbed the home of its brightest charm for Zoe Mills—the affection of his wife—and • joe saw R. At first he bore up under 'his secret sorrow, and then his wife Admitted that the handsome Warren Moore had found the heart which she believed belonged to Joe, Then follow- ed days of gloom for Joe, relieved only ,1•by the sunshine of his boy's bright nd cheery prattle. The hope of a appy home was crushed, and the •', heart itself of the weary man became •:"eiltirtb with despair when, upon re - • tuetdng to the cottage in the afternoon, • he found a letter pinned to the cover tit ehe dining -room table and directed • 6 him In the well-known hand of his . „wife. The latter told the following tale: Dear Joe—Don't fret about .roa. wUl be with Warren when yoh receive this, I love him and he has promised to protect me. LAURA. For days Joe was dazed with his sud- den grief. It never ozcurred to him to follow his wife. Even his hope of heaven seemed shaken, and togsther he and little Joe mingled their tears when evening came in the des rted home. The weeks ran into the msnths and nothing was heard of the wife. Little Joe wag doubly dear to the lone- ly man, who could scarcely bi ar him out of- his sight. They were com- panions in misery until the California roses began to bpd again in the warmth of ^another spring, when the lad diel of fever. All of Joe's relatives were numbered among the dead, and now he had no earthly friend to cheer him in his dark hours of trial. The kind hearted vallag,ers came up the lane and wreath, d flowers about the coffin of little Joe, and the person said words of comfort to the man whose forehead rested heavily on the bier in the little parlor, until two farmer's sons tenderly raised the cher- ished remains and bore them out into the garden. Joe had insisted that his boy must rest within the bosom of the earth which he owned, and not in the far-off village graveyard, and the vil- lagers in mute sympathy allowed him to have his way. The prayers at the grave, the t• nder entwining of the laurel and myrtle over the mound by women from the valley below were as the visions of a dream to Joe, and when all had left the sacred spot he bent and kissed the earth that covered his toy. Them, as if dreaming, he entered his linse again, took from a drawer a little scrap of paper on which were traced in childish lettering the words: "God Bless Papa," the very last effort of his boy when faltering tips had failed to tell of his dying love—and Joe, placing- the paper in an inner pocket near his heart :strode out of the cottage and down the lane. The midnight train bore a silent aas- senger that night to. 'Frisco. Joe Mills was on his way to a thousand tempta- tions and to forgetfulness of h's woe. Within that Babylon of vice he thoaeht the keen edge of his sorrow would wear awey, and no one frequented the gilded hells oftener than he. The very rum that he drank seemed to aggravate the torture of his mind, and in a frenzy one night over a jeering remark he shot his insulter and fled through the street to the wharves. An out -going brig, loaded with lumber, and bound for Philadelphia, was making ready for departure, when he gained her deck. Upon the payment of few dollars and with' an added agreement that he would "work his passage," he was al- lowed to remain, and the vessel sailed out of the Golden Gate on her course. Heavy storing soon set in. and when five days out the brig sprang a leak. Fruitlessly and for days the pumps were worked, but the hull sank slowly and surely deeper into the sea. Joe aided the crew to build a raft of the lumber, and when all hope of saving the vessel had been abandoned. seven men and himself took to the frail float and saw from a distance the brig go down. Three days later they were' picked up by a trading. vessel bound for the Pacific Islands. The trader was manned by a Portuguese crew who refused to work when it was knowl\. that those they had rescued evere sail- ors, and were instructed by their own captain to compel Joe and his compan- ions to do the drudgery of the vessel. The Portuguese took a strange dislike to Joe, and they exhibited It in the most laeutal treatment when he failed to perform the duties required of him, with the same facility as his compan- ions. He was driven about at the rope's end and placed on half rations until his heart grow Sick. One day he was sent to mop the deck, and not being able to do the task in a pleasing manner, a burly Portu- guese seized ,the mop out of his hands and struck him across the face. Joe grasped a marlin -spike and felled the man to the deck, He was immediately seized and placed in irons and thrust Int the the dark and noisome hold. He was deprived of food and water for two days, and the horror of his position was appalling when at sundown next day the traders put into port at one of its trading stations. Here he was hand- ed over to the natives and Imprisoned In a mud and turf -weed building, •the walls of which were moldy and reeking with filth, and as if to add to the mis- ery whleh was consuming him, he was denied even the little fresh air which might have reached him through a hole in one of the walls. The Portuguese vessel sailed away, and Joe was reivased by the natives to serve a villianous dock contractor in charge of the stevedores who loaded .ships touching at the island. If Joe's life had been made a burden to him before, It was doubly so now, for when weak and flagging in his movements the lash of the contractor's whip stim- ulated him to exertions. After five months of such torture Joe made his escape in an English trader, hound for Liverpoo1. and hence he managed to work his way In a sailing vessel to New York. Then he tramped to Buffalo, across into Pennsylvania and back to the eastern terminus of the Pennsylvania Railroad, From a robust, genial Californian of sunny hair and open countenance one year before, Joe Mills landed in New York a prematurely aged man. His hair had turned gray from mental grief, while the wrinkles caused by the agony he had endured furrowed deeply the brow which was now lowered as he bent his head against the iron picket in front of Trinity's silent community of the dead. ''After he had gazed with infinite longin.g. upon one particular mound within the enclosure and in pathetic language lived over again the scene which had made him a wanderer rn the face of the earth, he firew a rumpled bit of paper from hie sha.bby vest and slowly read to me the words little .Toe had written in the far -away California cottage by the lane. "I'll see Baby Joe's grave once more," he said, "an' then I want to die." The evening shallows fell and en- shrouded the man and his grief, . A WOMAN'S FACE. Only one glimpse of it was all that Julian Chestwick caught in the sway- ing crowd that filled the rooms on the night ef Mrs. Pelgrove's masquerade ball, yet it struck on his consciousness like it. new sensation. Julian Cheswick had always laughed at the Wee of love. But when he saw that face at Mrs. Pelgrove's masquer- ade ball, he furled his banners and sent in his letters of capitulation to the lit- tle blind god with the bow and at rkws. Julian Chestwick, in spite of the the°. ries of a lifetime, felyn love with a Marquise of the time Of Louis XIV., with big black eyes, a pale oval face, and a mouth whose sweet archness corresponded not illy with powdered locks and dainty high•heeied boots. It came and went like a shadow—the bewitching face—and Julian, Chestwick hastened to his hostess with heart that throbbed with the fevered quest: "Tell me, Mrs. Pelgrove, who is the marquise" Mrs. Pelgrove stared. "My dear Mr. Chestwick there are at least half a dozen marquises here." Julian bit his lip. To him there was but one. He haunted the rooms like an un- quiet spirit all the evening, until people began to believe that the Hungarian Prince was an ubiquity; but the face shone upon him no more. "So you won't marry Miss reati- field?" asked his uncle, a cholsrie old gentleman, who was particularly • ,..1 of two things in this world—nutty port and his own way. "No," said Julian, recklessly. "And what the deuce is the reason?" "Bemuse I love someboly else." Julian looked awkward; he could not very well say "a face." So he said nothing at all, and in consequence thereof Ms uncle went home in a pas - ion and altered his will. Miss Pearlfiela married somebody else and Julian Chestwick worshipped at the shrine of the oval face, content- ed with its remembered smiles as they haunted his dream. "I shall see her some day," he told himself, "and until then I will wait." He haunted the galleries of photo- graphic aitists—he stalked up and down the sunny side of Broadway what time the fashionable promsnade inundated it, staring persistently into every feminine face that passed—but in vain, When Field Pakenham invited him down to a Christmas party at Paken- ham Court, an old-fashioned Place with wide -throated chimnies and groves of evergreens, Chestwick hesitated; New York was a great human beehive; In New York his chances of realiziag the dream of his life were as five to one, compared to any other place, and yet he was too good a chess player not to comprehend that the tide of luok needs a change now and then. "You'd better come," said Pakenham; "we shall have no end of larks." "Shall you have a large party?" "Twenty or thirty." "It will be such a bore." "No, it won't." "All right, then, I'll come." "But when?" demanded Pakenham, who, having been ordered by his sis- ters to "be sure and secure that hand- some Mr. Chestwick," was naturally desirioue to clinch the nail of assent. "Let me see, Christmas Is on Fri- day. I'll come down to the Court on Thureday afternoon." "All right," said Pakenham; "and mind if you fail us we'll have you hung, drawn and quartered! Why, man, there are 15 girls coming, and if I dofet get some masculine help I haven't an idea what's to become of me." "Don't get discouraged. 1'11 stand by you." Pakenham wrung his friend's hand and went on his way rejoicing.. ChestwIck's eyes roved from face to face, as he took his seat at the long table in the antique old fining room at Pakenham Cour, There were blondes and brunettes, and blue eyes and gray, scraggy throats ar,d dimpled should- ers, but there was no look or feature n all the gay assemblage which might suggest the French marquise. "I wish I had stayed at home," he thought. But Lucia Dallas took him in hand and made him talk, whether he was willing or no. "It's all nonsense about your being a Diogenes," Feld that young lady. 'Where's your tub and lantern?" "They're coming down by the next rain." "Well, then, until they come, I shall make the most of you. Do you dance?" "Do you sing?" "Do you flirt?" "No.' "Gracious! what do you do?" "That's precisely what you must find ut for yourself." Lucia looked at him meditatively. "Are you fond of pictures?" "Yes. Did you bring your album?" "No; I was thinking of the old plc- ure gallery upstairs. Only imagine it -the portraits of the Paicenham an- estry for 200 years back!" "They must look awfully ancisnt!" "Oh, they do. I'll show them to you o -morrow." Lucia kept her word. She was not ne lightly to let pff a captive knight, onsequently Jullan's pleas of ''letters o write" met with no consideration in er eyes. "At all events," thought Julian, as he little damsel dragged him off, "I'm lad it isn't leap year." The Pakenham picture gallery, how - ver, was well worth seeing. A long, ofty room, lighted by a dome of glass, ts walls lined with portraits, It re- inded one of some old baronial hall n F:ngland.Julian Chestwick Looked reamily around and shuddered a lit - le. "I prefer the future to the past," said e,briefly. And then turning, his eye fell upon a ictured face which thrilled him hrough and through. A dimpled, feeling face, with black eyes which eemed to melt and glow, even against he opaqueness of the meaningless can - as, a mouth full of arch expression, nd a dress of the time of Louis Qua- orze. "Field," he said, turning to his host, ith features as pale as if they had een carved in ivory, "who is that ady?" "Who was she, you mean," laughed akenham. "Why, you know she's been dead those 200 years." Chestwick felt an odd icy tremble through his veins. Was he then in lova with A ghost? He reinernbered the year he had registered in his secret heart to wed none but thp marquis whose fair face had haunted him so long. Could it be pessible that this shadow should rise from the grave of centuries to claim his vow?" "It is Marie de Rouble A Normandy, afterwards married to Gerold Paken- ham, who died two years after her mar- ilage—my great, great grandmother— and a very good looking woman, toe," added Field, rather irreverently. Chestwick listened silently. He was not superstitious, yet there was some- thing in all this that he regarded al- most as an omen. • The jeweled finger of the beautiful Marie de Itoubise seemed to beckon him—her arched, jetty brews to con- tract frownishly. Had it then been a ghost whose beauty had gleamed on him once, at Mrs. Pelgrove's masquerade ball? And was it possible for a man to look on the face of a woman who has been dead 200 years? He folluwed the party clown stairs, comprehending nothing of what want on aroend him—walking like one in a dream.' "Margu.erita has come," he hear,i Mrs. Pakenham say to her son. "Was it not lucky? we had just given her up?" "The more the merrier," said Field, philosophically. Chestwick had taken his seat at din- ner in a mechanical sort of way when a young lady glided into a seat oppo- site. "Merciful fate!" he ejacuiated, half starting from his place—"Marie de Itoubise!" "Hold your tongue," whispered dragging, him back into his chair; "it's only my cousin, Marguerite Leslie. Stop Staring and let me introduce you like a Christian." And as Pakenham spoke their names to each other Julian Chestwick found himself looking directly into the lovely dark- eyes of the radiant marquise of the clays of Louis Quatorze, "I never thought of it before," said Pakenham; "but she does look like the portrait of our French ancestress." "I dressed like it for a masquerade ball in New York last winter," laughed Marguerite herself, "and you would have fancied I had just stepped out of the frame," "Before you went to Havana?" esked one of the Miss Pakenhams. The riddle was solved at last! Chest - wick's heart grew light as a feath?r within his breast, and life became a possibility of brightness onre more, "I'll marry that girl," said he to him - eel!, "or I'll die a bachelor." You see our friend hadn't cured him- self of the habit of rash vows even yet. But he kept this one. When he went away from Pakenham Court, Mar- guerite Leslie had promised to become his wife. "It's a very short acquaintance, though," observed Miss Leslie, with a demure shake of her diamond ear- drops. "No it isn't; it's a very long one," said Julian earnestly, And then he told her how, when and where he had first fallen in love with her. "And you have really loved me all this time?" she asked. "I have." "Dear me—I didn't know there was so much constancy In man!" was her answer.—New York News, A WELL-KNOWN CATHOLIC PRIEST, OF HAMILTON, REIT. FATHER JOHN J. HINCIIEY, PASTOR OF ST. JOSEPH'S CHURCH, HAMILTON, BEARS TESTI- MONY TO THE UNDISPUTED WORTH OF DR, AGNEW'S CATARRHAL POWDER. In the person of the Rev. John T. Hi nchey of St. Joseph's Church (R. C.) Hamilton, is found one who does the highest credit to the self-sacrificing work in which lie is engaged. His kind- ly heart constantly prompts to deeds of love and goodness, and in the city of Hamilton all who know him are ready to hear testimony to his high character and active generosity. As result of neglect, thinking more of others than himself, he has been a sufferer from cold in the head and its almost certain associate, catarrh. Recently he made use of Dr. A gnew's Catarrhal Powder, and has found in it so great relief that he deems it a pleasure to tell others of the good it has done him. • One short puff of the breath through the blower supplied with each bottle of Dr. Agnew's Catarrhal Powder, diffuses this powder over the surface of the nasal passages. Painless and delight- ful to use, it relieves in ten minutes and permanently cures Catarrh, Hay Fever, Colds, Headache, Sore Throat., Tonsilitis and Deafness. 00 cents. Sample bot- tle and blower sent on receipt of two 3 cent stamps. S. G. Detchon, 44 Church St., Tot onto. Sold by Watts & Co. Mail and Empire :—Mr. Laurier's ex- pression of gratitude that "there is not an Orangeman among us, the Liber- als," puts Mr. Dawson, of Addington, in a strange situation, Mr. Dawson runs elections as an Orangeman. It was he, however, that moved the resolution in Parliament con- demning Mr. Clarke Wallace for having opposed Home Rule in his Kingston speech. The object of that resolution was to disturb the Ministeri- alists and to force Mr. Wallace oflt of the Controllership. Mr. Dawson, of course, was acting as the instrument of the Tortes and Devlins, who use religi- on for party ends. No doubt Mr. Laurier thinks that Mr. Dawson is a queer sort of Orangeman or Messrs. Tarte and Devlin would not he able to use him. EVERYWHERE WE GO We find some one who bas been cured by Hood's Sarsaparilla, and people on all hands are praising this great medi- cine for what it has done for them and their friends. Taken in time Hood's Sarsaparilla prevents serious illness by keeping the blood ppre ppre and all the or- gans in a healthy condition. It is the great blood purifier. HooP's PILLS become the favorite cathartic with every one who tries them. 25c. per box. Suit has been entered against the St. Thomas Journal for $1,001 damages by the Aylmer Furniture Co. One advantage of taking Ayer's Sar- saparilla to purify the blood is that you need not infringe upon your hours of labor nor deny yourself any food that agrees with you. In a word, you are not compelled to starve or loaf, while taking it. There are recommendations worth considering. 1b11.A. S I-10 014 S Look over these Bargains, SUGARS, Special quotation in bbl, selling by $ iess that; Wholesale prices. CANNED GOODS, Put up by the best Packers', Tomatoes, Corn, Peas, Pino Apples, Pumpkins, Salmon and Mackerel. TEAS, Extraordinary value in Japan, Black and Green,lood Japan only 15c, Chinies Mixture only 20c. Rice 25 lbs. for 81.00. Raisins 28 lb box for 81.00. Prunes, California, Apri- cots and Peaches. Largest and best assorted stock of Crockery and Glassware in the county; selling at close prices; call and see quality and prices. J. W. IRWIN 9 MACKAY BLOCK. - - CLINTON. - GROCER Leslie's Carriage Factory. 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