Franklin Sentinel newspaper, 1900, Part 223

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There Are Many Others. "I saw an item in a paper, the other She pictured him huried beneath the day, to the effect that Mark Twain fre- quently goes without eating for a saow with numberless others who had dropped cxhansted along the lina of the | whole day."

terrible march.

Her pareats nrged apon ber the duty of selecting a husband from the suitors wbo surrounded ber. Bbe resisted as long as possible. then yielded, raagaished by their insistance and by the certainty of his death. She gave ber band to Count d'Estrarville.

It was ten years since the kiss given beneath the trees. She was sitting on a bench in the garden when a stranger ap- proncbed ber along the path. As he

neared ber sbe recognized bim. It was

Horace.

He came toward her with oatstretched arms, then stopped, as thongb sarprised st the coldness of ber greeting.

"It is too late." she said; "I am already married.

He explained the reason of his long ahsence. Captivity. Siberia. the mines. all the frightful sufferings be bad gone through. sustained always by a belief in her love and her loyalty to the nnspoken row made in the twilight of the garden. Never bad be lost the hope that be would some day retura to find her waiting for him-tbat their lives, so long divided. would be nt last united forever.

"You lied to me that night when you said you loved me" be cried. the bitter- nesm of his disappointment making him cruel.

"No." she said. "1 loved yoa, and 1 sball always love you. It is just for that reason that you must continue dead to me. I cannot trust myself with yon." And he left ber.

This was the story of grandmother's life as I read it from the old diary. I re- membered an old man who lived in the Beighlowbond and whom we cbildrea call- ed "The Chevalier." 1 identified bim with Horare, When grandmother be- came a widow und when she was an old lady to.0%, he came to live near ber. and they spent many long boars togetber in the sweetest and purest companionship. I understood that the two old friends were dear lo ode another because their affectwin had. heen founded apon some- thing more than friendship. They were too old to have anghi to fear from gossip- Ing longues, and they had so much time to make up that they could aot deny theinselers the saddened pleasure of daily Intercourse.

I pu ibe little diary anfety back in the old wardnite and left the year old room. -From the French-Chicago Inter Ocean.

Looked Up the Cane.

"I see." wahl the chief of detectives. "that a wateit has been stolen over lu North Denver | waat you to look up the case."

A day or two afterward the detertive sent out returned.

"How about that watch?" asked the chief.

"Flere it Is." said the sleutb as be handed it over.

"But the works are gone."

"Yes. I let the pawabroker keep them You said you wanted me to look up the case."-Deaver Republican.

Very Low Indeed. "la the new rector high chhrch ?" "Hardly. I saw him the other day wearing tan shoes with a ailk hat."- Town Topics.

Never Comes to Some. Frieud-What Is Inspiration ? Author-A sudden desire to work hard .- N. Y. Journai.

rouled.

liestaurant Guest-Everything you have brought me is stone cold. Polite Walter-Here is the mustard and pepper, sir .- Illustrated Ameri- CHA.

The Effects of War. Johnny (underneath)-I've got er- nuff! Let me up. will yer? Eddie (on top)-It yer'll gimme yer jackknife an' ten marbles fer an In- demnlty. I'll declare pence .- Puck.

Reoriminations,

Mrs. Weddcash-You know I made yon what you are.

Weddcasb - That's right, woman; gloat over your work !- Cincinnati En. qr'rer.

Gettiog Even. Doctor-You're a long time paying my account, sir.

Hardup-Well, you were a long time turiag me .- Tit-Rits.

Looking Backward.

"What are the most striking things Fon saw u bile you were in Europe ?" "The people who were always strik. ing me for tips. " -- Chicago Daily News.

Is Baby Thin this summer? Then add a little

SCOTT'S EMULSION to his milk three times a day. It is astonishing how fast he will improve . If he nurses, let the mother take the Emulsion. soc. and $1.00; all drugista.

"You'd better 'urry up Into line, sir, or you'll bag some hig game."-St. Paul's,

A Frequent Epitaph. No more he'll ever greet un. He now is with the blest; He gol appendicitis, And The doctors did the rest. Judge.

Pointing Ont His Flancee.

Askem-Where's the rich beiresa you're engaged to ?

Tellum-You see that lovely girl In pink at the other side of the room? Askem-Yes; I say, old man, what a superb-

Tellum-Well, it isn't she. It's that graad old ruin in yellow sitting aext her .- Tit-Bits.

Implacable.

Attorney-You can sue bim for hreach of promise, madam, but it seems to me preposterous to claim $250,000 damages.

"Yes. Clarisse, I am going," said the young man. "Aad what difference does it make? Suppose I never retura from Wbo woald care? I am

the war?

alone in the world."

"You have friends. Horace." "None."

"Aad I ?" said she very low. "Yoa" cried he. "Yoa woald care

going to he fired.

Sbe faltered, and his arma caught her and held her against his beating heart." Laresisting, she raised ber face to bis. sad their lips met in a long kiss-the frst. Horace left the aest morning.

Still sbe boped on. Years passed, and the war ended. Maay who had been im- prisoned returned, hat still he delayed.

"Well. what of it? That's a common bahit with people who produce litera- ture for a living."-Cleveland Leader.

INOnt want film to Begin,

Brown-Don't be afraid of him! That dog never bit anybody in hia life. Jones-That's good; but I'd hate to wee him get into bad habite just now. -Puck.

Animal Keeper-Take care, young Indy, the old ape is treacherous. Elderly Gentleman-Your insolence aball be reported. How dare you Insult me ?- Meggendorfer's Blaetter.

Evidence of the Truth. Hicks-Bowers has heen telling me some of bis war experiences,

Wicks-And I suppose you believe all bls yarns.

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The Boy-Ter tink o' her havin' er cold million an' me too young ter marry1-N. Y. Truth.

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Ten or 12 years ago Wayne county, N. Y., supplied the mint market of the world. doing an extensive business In the peppermint oil Industry. The pro- duction of this oll Is said to bave added more to the wealth of the county than did even the apple crop, for which that section Is famed. The Rochester Chronlele reports that very Ilttle mint Is now being raised there and that the mint stills are rapidly becoming ex- tinct. The business bas moved west- ward. The reason for the decay of this once dourlsbing Industry Is at- tributed to the sugar beet. Farmers are finding It more profitable to raise beets aud are converting their acres to their cultivation. If the Wayne county farmers were able to make money producing mint and are now able to make still more in raising sugar beets, they certalaly have no canse for complaint. though. npon the theory of the wisdom of diversifying crops. k would be well for them to keep up thelr mint beds and stills, wblle devot- Ing the larger acreage to the sugar beets.

The movement In behalf of free lec- tores In the public schools In various sections of the country should be en- couragel by what has been already ac. comp! >hed In this line. The New York elty board of education began a course of free lectures a few years ago, and during the Orst season 186 lectures were L'ven. wbleb were attended by 22.149 people. So rapidly has the more- ment grown that the board bas Dow 500 lecturers on Its list. and nearly 500,000 persons attend the lectures ev- ery season. The cumter of lectures has Increased to 1.0GG In a season. Thousands of young people are com- pelled to leave school before they have graduated. The free lectures are an luestimable boon to them. It Is fouud that the great working classes alnost exclusively make up the audiences at the free lectures.

Lord Roberts Is proceeding toward Pretoria In an Ice wagon, which he calls a cable cart-not an Imposlag charlot of war, surely, though it doubt less answers the purposes. Modern warfare seems to be losing much of the glamour and pictures queness which characterized the battles of the earlier stages of the world's blstory.

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An interesting side Ight Is thrown on the question of providing arms and armor plate for national defenses by an article recently published In the Frankfurter Zeltung, which contains a statement made by a competitor of Krupp with reference to the profits made by the latter lu his contracts with the German government. He says that some thine ago Krupp furnished feld guns at $1.145 each. Competitors afterward received an order for the same kind for $#14.30 each. There- npon Krupp reduced his price from $1.145 to $432.3%, For shrapaels Krupp received $2.03. His competitors fur- nished thetu nt $1.19. It is au error to say that Krupp alone can furnish nickel plat's for the navy. The process of manufacture is no secret. but Is known by every Intelligent alanufac- turer. If there were competitlos, the nickel plates could be ohtalued at bald the price paid to Krupp. The German navy department. however, prescribes conditions whirb make competition im- possible. Testing grounds are required of the same dimensloas as those of Krupp. which belong to the govern- ment and have been rented to blm. The necessary provisions for testing 24 centimeter guas would cost between $500.((Ki and $750,000; for 15 centime- ter guus, $75.000. Without previous assurances on the part of the govern- went aobody would risk such an In- restmout.

Thrice lucky he, on Christmas gay. Whose bank account's extensive' We'd be .css per.s.ve were the day I;self tot 50 ex.pers.ve.

-L. A W. Rullet:n.

GRANDMOTHER'S ROMANCE.

We all came totheold chateau for grand- mother's funeral-children, grandebildrea and great-grnadchildren. She was bur- jed in the corner of the ceusetery wbich sad ceremony we returned to the old house. Here were memories for all of us. For three generations she had held chil- dren in ber arts, soothed their sorrows, listened to their joys, and aow they were all met to moura her absence from the old place so dear from its nssociativas with her.

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Oh, men, who are good, who are hchored and great,

Be kind to your brothers of lowly estatel If masters, then be not in tasking severe; If rulers, then rule men in love and not fear; And If ye be fathers, wisc, learned and strong, Lead the little ones tenderly, slowly along. Ere you ancer at the humble or punish the base Pause and think for awhile. "Put yourself in their plare !**

Fair lady. so hanghty, so chaste and so cold, Kept sufe from harm in love's sheltering fold, Itre you turn from your frail, erring sister with scorn

Think how she was tempted and how she was born

Her ruin may date from a smile or kind word, The first that her poor, hungry heart ever heard. Then pause ere yon taunt her with sin and dis grace; How if you had been tried? "Put yourself in her place l""

Proud man, whom the white robes of ermine en. fold, As you weigh others' ains in the balance you hold. Ere you crush the last spark 'in a heart doomed to blecd

Let mercy come in for a moment and plead. Ere you sentence "for life" a poor brother dwell

With the ghosts of the ains that shall people his cell,

Think why you are honored and he in disgrace. What is hid in your heart! "Put yourself in his place !"

"Put yourself in their placel" Yem, have mercy

Who through love or through hate, good or evil, shall fall. Who knows in the light of a judgment divine Which soul shall be whitest, the sinner's or thine ? Feer to judge lest you stand at the heavenly door

To see harlots and publicana go in before, While you cover with guilty confusion your face And cry when too late to be put in their placel -Phobe Cary.

Plet-

"Oom Paul has an army of farming men in min- cellaneous hue."

When Tom sticks Plet with bla bay'net or Plet plugs Tom with a ball,

Tommy burrahe for bis queen, and Pieter cheers loud for Oom Paul. Plet belps Tom when he's wounded, praya o'er his grave when he's dend.

When Plet je down, Tom lends a hand and joina When his service is read.

No rage or hate 'twixt Piet and Tom the moment the battle is done,

But borrowing kin on either side mourn father and brother and son.

Fighting for empire or fatherland, neither gullty of wrong,

Poor Tom and Piet for slaughter meet. "How long, O Lord, bow long?"

Tom-

"Our queen cannot be blamed for this. She al- ways hated war."

Plet-

"Oom Paul kept peace as long as be could, Ha Dever thirsted for gore."

Tom and Piet-

"Who brought us here in battle array ? Who forced un to mangle and may? We wonder and fight. Let historians tell Who should get billets on judgment day For quarters in deepest hell." -George Crouch.

The Weed's Complaint.

"It's rough,

I tell you what, an tough. Five times I've taken root this spring an tried to grow, But every time I git a start, along That #marty comes a-brandishin hin hoe -- An chop! An there I am again. They might, 1 think. at least jest let a feller be, Who wasn't doin nothin, but they seem To have a spite agin me, I can sec. An I don't git no chance." maid the weed.

"Of course,

If [ was both'rin anybody-but I ain't; Ain't bonin favore an ain't makin any blow. I'm peaceable an quiet an jest try To git along the best I know; wasn't even planted, but HiFt growed All by my lonely-wasn't hirlped a speck, As others are; but the leta 1 ask, It seems, the more ] git it in the neck. Åt I don't gil no chance," said the weed.

Anu while It slept, the And, Danghing, slept. tears

Of the sweet mother fell upon lis check- Tears such as lall from April shirs, and bring The smallght after They were tears of Joy; And the true lernst of that yning another then Grew lighter, and she sang unconsciously The silliest bullnd-song that ever yel

Subdued the nursery's voices, und brought sleep To fold her sabbath wings ahovr its couch, -Willlam Gilmore Simme.

THE FOSTER MOTHER.

[After the French. ]

Beep, little onet Again I feel the thrill A bahe's soft hand can In any breast awaken. Illde in my bomom, thon art not forsaken; Sleep, little ouel Thou hast a mother still, My lips 1 press to thy sweet hrow anew; Steep, little one, I am thy mother tool

Wine to protect, to cherish ind to rear; Why should the baby hund, the tuxen halr. Set me a dreaming of a bygone cate And make a taroff sorrow teem wo neart

Wake, little onel Too much am 1 beguiled, Too near, too close, the little handa are wres- tiIng.

Too soft, too warm, the little head is peatling, For 1 am not thy mother, O my child!

Wake, little onel Thy mouth too sweetly amilad, For 1 am not thy mother, O my child!

Yet do not wake; sleep on; full well 1 know God. in my heart maternal love tenewing, Intended not for my poor heart's undoing Nor builds again a joy to lay it low.

Sleep, little onel "Tia sweet to feel the thrill A babe's soft hand cun in my breast awaken. Ilide in my bosom, thou ari not forsaken; Sleep, little onel 1 am thy mother still. -Edwin H. Keen in Outlook.

A Son's Seff Sacrifice

There died recently In France & man whose lite formed part of a strange bis- tory. Jenn Goujon was the son of a la- borer employed in the conservatory of Pere Lachaise, Paris. At the age of 13 Jean was sent to prison for purlolning the pocketbook of a monroer at n funer al. Two years later he was helping his father in decorating graves, when M. Diaz, a wealthy man, visited bis daugh- ter's tomb. While M. Diaz was arrang- ing tor decorations Jean saw the well filled pocketbook which be carried. Jean followed him to a convenient spot, stabbed bim and tore the pockethook from the dy- ing man's pocket. Three days later Jean was spending money freely in Mother Tarratan's den in the Rue Serpente.

"What man did you plunder ?" asked Jacques Reverin, one of his companions. "Was it you who carved the man in Pere Lachaise the other day ?"

Jean laughed and when it was dark asked .Jacques to go out with him on the Pont Neuf. Just before reaching the Quai du Louvre Jean stabbed bis friend in the back and ran. Jacques was in- debted to the thick leathern bruces which he wore for his lite. They turned the blade, and he was wounded only slightly. Some time later Jean was captured, con- victed of the crime and sent for six years to the galleys.

In 1844 Jenn was nt liberty. He went to Pere Lachaise, where bis father still worked and. removing some bricks from the rear of a furuace. bauled out a pock- containing several thousand francs. the chief part of the proceeds of the robbery of M. Diaz. He put the mon. ey in his pockets and returned the book to its hiding place.

"There's no place like a cemetery either for quickly acquiring wealth or safely de- positing it." he said to bis father, with a grin.

Jenn was now 23. He was tall. well built, with dark complexion and curling hlaek hnir. The first joint of the third finger of the right band wns missing. and there was a long, white sesr on his fore- bead just under the hair, which could be ensily made to conceal the mark. On the day mentioned he wns about to quit the place where his father was at work when n form darkened the door. Jenn started, for be recognized Jacques Riverin, whom be bad stabbed over six years before. Jean turned nside and said to his ta- ther in n low tone as be banded bim something:

"Here, take this money and bide it for me!"

The old man put the money in bis pock- et. Then. walking to one side, he drop- ped it into a hox nniled to the wall. in the lid of which was a slit for the reception of orders. He knew how to recover it when safe to do so.

Riverin, followed by three officers, ad- vanced toward Jean, and as he drew nenr Riverin said :

"Seize himl This is the murderer of M. Diaz!"

Addressing Jean, who was speedily se-

cured by the officers, Riverin said: "That charming old lady, Mme. Tarra- tan, has revealed all she knows, and right here, back of the furnace, must be the proofs of your crime."

The hiding place in the chimney was readily found and the empty pocketbook produced. It bore part of M. Diaz's name on the finp, from which a piece was miss- Ing.

"Your dear friend. Mme. Tarrotan, bas the missing piece." said Riverin

Jean was tried for the murder of Diaz. Motber 'Torrntan testified that .lenn gave ber the pocketbook to keep for him and that later he snatched it away, leaving part of the flap (which she produced) in ber hand. Afterward they made up, and Jean told the old woman where be bnd hidden the book with most of the money, When Jean came out of prison, he went to a rival den, and this aroused Mme. Tarratan's unger, and she betrayed bim to bis enemy, Riverin.

"It is clear," said the judge. "that your father knew of your crimes. Your fa- ther's suspicions must bove been aroused when he saw you take his pruning knite."

"It was not bis knite!" Jean answered In auger. "I picked it from the grass"- This was a fatal blunder, and his con- viction speedily followed. He was sen- tenced for life. On parting with his fn- ther he said:

"Take care of the money. When you a receive a message from me, get the mon- ey and come at once to the place named." "Ilow long first?" the old man asked. "That depends; certainly within year," Jeun replied.

Old Goujon lived in the rear of a sau- sage shop in the Rue St. Maut. He own- ed a big black dog, which sat at the win- dow all day and showed bis terth at the children. His master when he left of a morning flung an old cont on the floor and told the dog to watch it. In the lining of the cont was bis son Jenn's money. So long as there was life in the dog to one but his master could touch that cont with Impunity.

In March, 1845, when old Goujon renched home at dusk he found n slip of paper which had been thrust nudler the door. It contained those words: "An nhl friend wishes to see you this evening nt ti at 'lignetonne's, Rue de Charron. near Rue Ste. Marguerite."

Inst befor D o'clock Goujon was at the appointed place and found an ohl witan. eating blood paulding and drinking sour

wine. Presently a priest entered and or dered D sbiall bottle of red wine. After +ipping his wine the priest said, appar- ently to the world at Inige:

"Nine o'clock, and no news from Pere Inchaise." "The landliord stopped in the art of drawing a cork and scowled. Old Goujon drew a roll of bills out of bis parket and looked at them.

"l'oor .Irno, poor Jenn!" muttered the priest. "llis own father bas forgotten Lim."

Goujon patted the roll of bills and mnde n sign to the priest. He took no notice, drauk bis wine, paid his score and left. Gonjon followed him outside, and the next moment be found himself in the bug of the priest, who said:

"Come along, father. I escaped only yesterday week and have had & bard

time. You remember old Father Ber- beval, who used to bury the faithful at the cemetery until he scondallzed the place and his profession by getting drunk ? I found him out, and, remember. ing how I used to smuggle the brandy in for bim, he put the note under your door nud fixed me up in ecclesiastical style, as you see. Come with me to bis abode in Mount Simon St. Franc, and we will talk. "

Thitber they went and had a long con- versation. When they separated, Jean said, "And now for a new life!" . ·

In 1845 Theopbile Theroud went to re- side in Strassburg. He went into husi- ness and married and brought his old fa- ther to live with him. Seven children were born, all of whom died except the oldest, Henri. M. Theroud became a great railroad man. He was chosen pres- ident of a scientific society, and bis por- trait was published in many periodicals, He lived in fine style, and his son gave promise of becoming a celebrated engi- neer.

It come to pass that one Riverin, al- ready mentioned in this history, bad mended his ways and was selling news- papers and other reading material on the Rue St. Loznire, Paris, nenr to the sta- tion of the Railroad of the West. It was bis custom to pass bis leisure moments in looking over the pictorial periodicals, and one day bis attention was attracted by the likeness of Theophile Theroud. railroadl magnate, and so forth.

"I could swear that was Jean Goujon." he said to himself.

Then be read the words accompanying the portrait and commented as be read. thus: "'He first settled in Strassburg in

1845'- The very year Jean escaped from prison-'For many years bis father lived with him- Old man Goujon disnp- peared at the same time 'and up to the close of his life, three years ago. it was the great delight of the old gentleman to cultivate Bowers'- That was old Gon- jon's business in a fashion at Pere Ln- chaise. If this is Jean, my future is made. If 1 go and identify bim, be will pay bandsomely for the keeping of the secret. for he is only an escaped convict aud can be sent to prison any time to serve out bis sentence."

Riverin went to Strassburg. After he bad taken a good look at M. Theroud be said: "He's my man. The top of the third finger of the right band is gone. 1 will change my name. My identity slso ceases, and now I am-who am I? Paul Desmoulins? Ab, that is a grand name! He will pay me bandsomely-nt lenst 200,000 francs. I will never return to Paris. I will retire to a quiet place and

marry.

Why not? I am only 48. M.

Desmoulins, you must get your cards en. graved and prepare for a career." M. Desmoulins called on M. Theroud. The same evening M. Themud left the house and did not return until late. His son saw that be wns excited and wander- ing and heard bim walking bis room nearly all night. He went to business next dny as usual. In the evening be ngain left the bouse, nud bis son follow. ed bim. He saw his father meet a man in an adjacent wood. The two talked excitedly. The son beard an outery and sow bis father strike three or four blows with some weapon nt the other man, who fell. M. Theroud stood over the pros- trate form and struck three or four more blows. 'Tben be turned away. rushed towurd the park in which his home stood and entered it. . .

"I know bot who this man is," said M. Theroud when examined before the authorities. "Ile bad private business with my son, and several nights in suc- cession my son left the house, evidently to meet bit. Early in the morning my son come to my room and said:

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Franklin Sentinel newspaper, 1900, Part 223

Author: Publication date: 1900 Publisher: Number of Pages: 436

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