Franklin Sentinel newspaper, 1900, Part 227

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A Matter of Regret

"It's a great pity," said the mum wbo bas taken a deep interest in the plans to suppress dogs.

"That we can't go forther thon the mere prevention of bydrophohis. JDSE think how much cbeerjer this life would br jf unture bad ouly made the grip germ big enough to muzzle."-Washington Stor.

End of Ceatory Eplinph.

Elere lies a poor woman who always was busy ; She lived under pressure that rendered ber diary. She belonged to lem clubs and read Browning by lgbt, Sboor at luncheons and Leas and would vote if

she might. Bbe served on a acboot buard with courage and She gotfed, and she kodaked and rode on a wheel 6be read Toistor aby Ibsen, knew microbes by pame.

Approved ol Deltarte and loved to aboot game. Iler children went in lor the top education; Her husband went seaward lor nervous prostra. tion Ope day on her tablets she found an bour tree; The shock was to great that abe died instantly. -Pick Me Up.

His First Season Out of Town. "As I reached home last night I saw our cow runmug off down the road."

"I chased ber o mile and a half in a pouring rain."

"Catch hery" Yes. But when I got the old thing back to our yard I found ont she wasu't our cow."-Tudiunapolis .Journal.

The Spider's Invitation. "With you #a k into my partor?" Said the spulet to the By. " 'Tis The prettiest little parlor That ever you did spy.

The carjut has been taken up And si akep in the aup. The curtains have been taken down And lauflered, every one. The paper on the walls is Dew. The rugs from dust are Iree. For now, et last, I am quite through With cleaning house. you see."" -Cleveland Plain Dealer.

Not Even Onee.

Slabel lapropus of new evening dress. which has just arrived from the dress- maler)-Oh, mother. bow lovely! Do wear it tonight: Mother-Na drar, ust tonight. Thin

Is for when ladies and gentlemen come to dinner. Mabel-SIother, dear. do let's pretend. just for once, that father's a grutleman! -Punch.

The Average Man's Falling. The 1 ihe wi h The average man ls nso ard to And

It 1 : '1 t141 1s heart is wrong, He's Just a little bind.

He wants to do the best be can. Bul n'i Think, and to A lot ! a hes and sorr ws tall

To prople Here bel w. -Chicago Times-Herald.

The Family Standby.

Nodd-This servant question Is D great molsance, isn't it?

Todd-Awful! But I'm out of it. Mly

sook bos been with us so long that she s just like one of the family. " How long?" "Two weeks."-Detroit Free Press.

FALLING

Entered at the Post Office at Franklin, Mass .. as second class mauer.

Secretaries of associations will confer a favor by sending us as carty in the week as possible such matters as interest the public-election of officers, entertainments, elc.

Contributors would conler a great favor by sending in their articles Intended for pahlica. tion as early in the week as possible.

Contributions of loc | news are always thankfully received at the SENTINEL office, auch an society, church, manufacturing, agri- cultural and personal ileme.

ADVERTISING RATES

Mrs. Wans ton-Oh, yes, he Is n thor- ough moster of It. Why, he cun Detun). Miss Elderly-Do you remember the ly tolk the language In bis sleep .- Chi- time when we went to dancing school together? engo Daily News.

Those lear Girls,

Oldboy-Quite well. Why that was scarcely 40 years ago .- Fliegende Blaetter.

WHY HE WISHED IT LARGE.

Professor-Walter, hring me a sir- loin steak, and have It a large one. I'm so nervous to-day that every little thing annoys me .- German Comic Paper.

ANOTHER ONE OF THEM.

Vid 4

Old Mrs. Hankypank-Why, ain't you the same tramp I gave one of my dnrter's cooking school ples to last year?

Lionel Montmorency-Yes'm, but, Lord bless you! it dldo't hurt me-I'm an immune,-N. Y. Evening Journal.

Ban rorm.

"What a palnful, shocking way to take one's self out of the world it must he to drink corholic acid," remarked the young woman io the fur jacket. "Shocking?" replied the young wom- on in the yellow buskins. "It's worse than that. It's disgraceful. It's the way the servpot girls commit sulcidel" - Chicago Tribune,

A Life and Death Fighf.

Mr. W. A. Hines of Manchester, Ia., writing of his almost miraculous escape from death, says: "Exposure after mens- les induced serious lung trouble, which euded in consumption. I had frequent hemorrhages and cunghed night and day. All my doctats said I must soon die, Then I began to use Dr. King's New Dis- covery for consumption, which complete- ly cured me. I would not be without it even if it cost me $3 00 a bottle. Hun-

At the Shrine of Toate. "Do tell me. Etta! Is it true? They say your engagement with Mr. Smith is off!"

request llis name would not hyphen- ate well with ptine. Think bow Etta Black-Sinith would sound."-Chicago Tribune

Mrs. Peck-I have a mind of my JWD.

llenry leck-Not oll of it. Mrs. Peck-Why not? Ilenry l'eck-You just gave ine piece of it .- Chicago Pain News.

His Bark

Fle startel out to make his mark, And In the wheat plt tried his luck : With warning worda men silll point out Then denti d spot whereon he struck. -Chicago Dally News

Perfeet Impunity.

Thirsty Thornton-Dese blind men hove got er snap.

Soiled Sammy-Dot's wo. Dey don't run no risk when des looks for work

A New Arrangement.

DESIGNS

Tommy Traddles-1 was sick Dİ "What's a pity ?"

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GEMS IN VERSE.

"Only a Private tillled." A face upturned to the copper sky. A tight cienched hand and a glazing eye, A red, red splotch on a blouse of blue-+ Only a private-nothing new- "Only a private killed."

Å sumbrowned check that is glassy pale, A choking gasp and a half sobbed wail; "Tell mother"-bis heart to bers must call. Only s private lost-that's all- ""Only # private killed."

Dead-with a smile in his clear brown eyes, Grim and motioniess there he Nes. Dead-for his country's flug's fair fame Only a private. What's his name? "Only a private killed."

Only # mother's heart somewhere Torn with grlet for her boy so fait- The boy whose smile she will never see. It was a cheap bought victory- "Only a private killed." -Baltimore American.

Tit For Tat,

He'd popped the vital question, her answer had been prompt,

And on his breast was glued her little head, Wbile through their love thrilled bosoms the god of rapture romped Aa swiftly on the happy moments sped. Then, turning up her glances to mingle with his own

This query at her darling one she shoved,

Her accent hall a dove coo and half a doubtful moan,

"Am I the only girl you ever loved"

He swallowed a lump that arose in his neck, His face wore a socondhand blush: His volee seemed a mad, unavailable wreck, Refusing to banish the husb, And into her eyes came a flicker of pain, Ber Ilps pursed In questioning pout, And quickly she fred the same query agaia, Her bosom all riddled with doubt.

Then came an Inspiration like lightning from tbs skies;

Ris heart retreated to ita usual place.

He sent hla counter glances deep down Into her eyes:

The hot, rose tinted blushes quit his face. Like retributive music the painful sentence ran And struck her pinky ears with cruel spat Ås quietly he asked lier, "Am 1 the only man You ever fired that old conundrum at?"

She snuggled again awful close to hia breast; The beat of her blushes he felt

Clear through his shirt front and reversible vest Till he thought they would blister his pelt, And he grinned like a Send from adown the dark

Where the red Are unquenchingly burns, And they handled their subsequent sparking affairs Without going behind the returns, -Denver Post.

The Law of Being.

Bo long as the earth on its axis shall turt Ånd elreling its orhit shall go. Bo long as the sun on its summers shall burn, So long as its rivers shall Bow: So long as the tide of its oceans shall rine And ebb and its mountains endure. So long as the stara shall begem the night skies, We shall bear the mad wall of the poor.

And they who today are the poor shall be ricb. And they who are rieb shall be poor. And this Is the wisdom of heaven by which The safeguard of being is sure; And If there were neither apparent extreme Of station and wealth to compare Our lives' very sameness to mortals would seem A penance too grievous to bear.

But through the mutations nt being there flows This law of Infinite degree, And herein creative Intelligence shows What mankind hos c'er falled to see, That were it not for this arrangement. ail wise, Our consciousness never would gain The thrill of armsation, and even our eyes In darkness would ever remain.

Consider & montent just what it would mean (If such a thing, ever could ler) If there were no contrast In lile to be seen, In man or In flower or tree; No varying shade in The red of the rose, No change In the violet's blue. No sickness or trials, no grievance or woes, No falic to compare with the true.

Or think if, for Instance, fair Sympathy had No olujeet an which she might spend Her bountiful treasures, no snifering, sad, No penury where she mighl lend: Ah. suon would her brantiful face among men Be sren nevermore, for 'tls said That she can live only by giving, and then Sweet Sympathy soon would be dead.

So, were there no hatred there could be no love, No false, there could never be truth; W'ere there no below there could be no above, No olilness, there could be no youth: No Joy could we know had we never a palo. No sweet could we taste without pour, And were there no losing there could be no gain, No weakpem, there could be no power.

Aund this in this Inw of iluallty rest

And those who are over cast down and distressed Because There are sorrow and strife

Should learn in discery. if they're not all ton dull, That baughi ran the matter amend, For it some great power this law should annul Our very existence would end. Emile Pickhardt in Boston Globe.

An Angel Unawares. Suppose for every art of love and duty An angel in the path of life should lay A lovely rose of sweet perfume and beauty; Ab, even then, how bure would be the way?

Suppose for every kindly word unspoken, For every fault which careless hands bad done. For every resolution made and broken,

A Thorn beneath our erring feet had grown-

Ah, then the way would be one stretch of anguish, With only here and there a flower to cheer; Our feet would falter and our spirits languish. And life would be a burden hard to bear.

But seldoni are we outwardly rewarded

According to the deeds wbich we have done; "The pure in heart" are by the world discarded, The wicked harvest where the good have sown.

And yet to every heart in darkness hidden \ There comes an angel, whom we cannot see. Wbo strives to keep us from the patha forbidden And in the narrow way where faith may be.

His name is Conscience, and he brings un roses- Sweet roses, borrowed from the brow of Peace- Or thoras on which remorselul thought reposes, Regrets whose sharp tormentings never cease.

Then let us atrive temptation's storm to weather; Let every thought and every deed Improve Till Conscience finds no cruel tborns to gather, But crowns the soul with joy and peace and love.

-T. R. Shelton in Richmond Religious Herald.

Death.

Death is a name. Death in the portal Unto a higher way. Life is eternal. Man Ia immortal. Kising victorious, Radiant, glorious, Out of the clay: Out of the bounds of time, Into the restms sublime. Into a golden clime. Into the day. -Denver News

The Watermelon Way.

I up en gone at de breakin er de day.

En i plowin up de grass so dst he'll never come ter hay,

En I wish de furrow lead me ter de waterinelon way,

Kare I hongry fer de melon in de mawnin! I up en gone at de breakin er de ray;

Dar's fishin in de river, but I ain't got time ter stay.

En I pray de road'll lead me ter de watermelot way.

Kaze 1 hongry fer ds melon in de mawnint

Ob, I wish dat 1 wus livin whar de watermelon stay 'Stid er follerin de furrow at de breakin er de dny, Kaze de rond I knows de bes', sul, go de water melon way. En I hongry fer de melon in de mawnin1 -Atlanta Constitution.

Knocked Silly,

"My dear," said Growells, "you are simply talking nousense." "I know it," replied his better halt, "but it's because I want you to under- stand what I say."-Chicago News.

Bored,

I say that life's & hollow show, That nothing's worth while here below Or any other place; But when I have on all my rings And some sweet gown of filmy things And lots of lace,

And go to dine with Mrs. Rich And ball the men are trying whileh Shall be the one To make me talk the most and laugh, Why, life's not a boil thing by half: It's ratioi fun. -Town Topics.

How They Did It.

"Mamie wouldu's sing for us heenuse she wanted to be level." ".And did yan fruer her?" "Oh, terribly: Wer, dulu't ask her again."-Philadelphia Bulletin.

Her Peentinr Advantage, When. In a case of stille, the guatitiriau's wife Ierired, Iu hier wwrel, witely way", lo llout lom, No comminie things she said. but held Idin while she irad

What opposition papers sall alicnit him. -{ birago ttecord.

Lowliness is young 'ambition's Inhler, Whereto the climleer upward Turns his fare. But when he ence attains the lapmont round Ils then unto the ladder turna hls buck, Looks In the clouds, scorning the base degreet By which he did ascend.

-Shakespeare.

IN THE CATHEDRAL.

The cily's burning heart beats far outside This dim cathedral, where the nijatlo alr Vibrutea with volces of impassioned prayer Fron generations that have lived and died. Calm salata, despairing winners, lare have cried To heaven for mercy; myriad tives luid bare Their secret places, yirbilng to Christ's care The bunken, where his sacraments ablele. Buft from the Jeweled windows fulla the light. Touching the Incense ludeil atmosphere To glory, wlille a deep ardiphony

Rolls fruin The organ to the arches' height. To soul and sense a Presence livrib here Instinet with power of immortallly. -Katharine Coolidge In Atlantic Monthly.

Ordered to Africa

By Clifford MIlis

A Touching Sketch of a Young Man Going to the War.

Mother rose softly, slipped on her dressing gown and slippers aad stole along the corridor to Bob's room.

Bob lay, six feet of British winabood. yellow halred, straight limbed, deep chested, sound asleep.

Bob smiled and awoke and saw mother looking down upou bin. "My baby! My boy!" mother murmur- ed. "Oh, my darling!"

Bob hore it with admirable grace, but he did not like it- not a little bit-and as soon as he could be wriggled himself free uad asked the time.

There was time and to spare, and mother said it he did not mind she would like to read one of the morning psalms to him; it would comfort ber, she said And Bob conseated, like the gentlem. be was, and lay still while she read, thinking what pretty hair she had-it fell in a long plait right below her waist. Then she kissed him again and went And when he was quite sure he could count on isolation Bob got up and wan- dered among the litter of uniform cases and portmanteaus that lay about the Boor. Theu he took up bis Glengarry and, putting it on, regarded his reflection in the mirror with complacency. And his pride must be excused, for he was a new. ly fledged subaltern of 20 years, recalled from leave to rejoin his battalion. which sailed on the morrow for the seat of war. A knock came at the door, and bis sis- ter, his junior by three years, entered the room. It was easy to see she ba. beea weeping, but Bob expected as much and ja his heart did not resent it. He pnt bis arm round ber wulst and kissed her.

"Xearly time to be off!" he cried with almost brutal cheerfulness and turned to strap his portmanteau, whistling a mar- tinl ditty.

Nell sat down on the edge of the bed and surveyed the array of baggage with mixed feelings. She was very proud of Bob. He was a dear hero. But if only the war were over and be back again. crowned with glory! Other girls' brotlı- ers had gone, and-well, she would not let herself think. She wished she had been kinder to Bob in the days gone by. Now the little unthought of omissions would be ghosts to baunt ber conscience till be was back again. She would like to have told Boh she was sorry. but she knew he would laugh at her for a little goose. aad. besides. it would look as if she felt this was indeed goodby. So she choked back the lump in ber throat and sat with brave eyes stoically watching Bob, who stood in the window examining hia re- volver.

But strive ns she would she could not check the thoughts that the sight brought o ber mind. Bob with a revolver in his band-yes, but far away in the midst of the din and smoke of battle. surrounded by the foe: dauntless, wounded, blondy- dying. dying! With a little ery, she rose to her feet.

Bob, who had been taking careful nim *] at the gas globe, turned at the sound. "Hello!" be exclaimed. "What's up. Nell? You look as if you bad seen ghost." Then his eyes followed ber gaze, "Little coward!" he cried teasingly. believe you got funky at the sight of this revolver."

Nell stopped short on ber way to the door: then she gave a queer little laugh "Well, perhaps I did," she said und went quickly from the room.

Bob went back and finished bls pack- Ing. Then he caught up bis porttuanteau and helmet case and went down stairs. In the hall Perkins, the manservant, met him and harried forward, with a scared face. "Ob. sir," he crled reproach- fully. "yon shouldn't. really, sir. wouldn't have bad It happen for worlds. sir," he said pathetically as he took the case and portmantean from Bob's bands.

"Oh, it is all right. Perkias." Bob an- swered. with splendid condescension; whereupon one of the bousemaids, who was a witness of the scene. burried off to the kiteben below.

"He's down," she exclaimed breathless- Is, "a-carrying of his own portmanteau and looking as baadsome and cheerful for all the world ns if he was a-going to be married instead of off to the war!"

"Poor dear!" said cook as she turned the chops. "Poor innocent dear !*

Perkias hurried down at this moment. "To think," he cried tragically, "as he's strapped his own traps and carried dowa bts own portmanteau, and he off to the war! I'd bave lost a whole month's wage sooner than this bere should have happened. Supposing he's killed. und I've got to remember that he waited oa bisself the last morning!"

"Ain't he cheerful?" sald Mary, the housemaid. "He don't look as if he tueant to be killed."

"Oh, they none of 'em means to be kill- ed. But that dou't make bullets blunk cartridges," Perkins answered grimly In the meantime mother had dressed. She had borne up bravely throughout. Once, though, ber lips bad trembled. That was when the sound of Bob's gay whistling bad reached her cars, But even then loving pride bad dashed into her eyes aud choked down sorrow. Eler boy was brave brave and true-and duty, she knew full well, would tiad him a bero.

She wondered if father, who was In the dressing room. conld hear the sound. She would like to have called to bit. ouly she was just a little hurt at his ap- parent unconcern ut his sou's departure. But, after all, she thought. he was ouly n mnun: he could not know a mother's heart: hls breast had not pillowed the lit. tle snuny hend In the years gour by; he lind not cried with joy when the little feet had taken their first nusteutdy steps ncross the floor. llow well she remeu- bered that day, und how proud she had felt of her sou! Ile was such a fine, big baby. She bad placed hhmm agniust a chair, and he had loukrd ap ut her with round eyes of wonder. Then, when ber

menoing come to him, he had not hesl- tated i utomeut; he had thrown back bia little head and, with a scream of delight, wulkel hruvely forward right into her loving. walting arms, And now -now- She brushed aside ber tears, for she heard father coming.

Father rutered the room quickly, but paused on the threshold. To tell the truth, har had thought mother dowa stairs, Hr hutil been trying to remember that day when Bob hud ridden the new pouy for the first time so pluckily wheth- er the lad had been hrecched or not. He knew the picture was on mother's dress- lux tulle, nud he had come in to look at ir, and there stood mother with the pho- tograph in her hand. "][amph"" exclaimed father. "So you

have not gone down ?" And his volee was not conciliatory, for he felt that ov- ery one that morning, himself included, was wearing hly heart on hls sleeve, nnd a sense of lost dignity wus irritating bim. Mother's hrørt swelled at the tone. She put down the photograph and looked up at father with a look In which reproach and sorrow mingled, and then suddenly she turned aside, and her bunds busied themselves among the brushes and trays on the dressing table, for her quick eye had detected that father was wearing odd hoots-n buttoned and a laced up one. To think of it! lle, the soul of precision, to thus betray himself! But there his abstraction stood confessed. Aad, ob, how mother loved him for it! He had been such a stole too! Well, there was no accounting for man's ways; but, thank God, be bad pat on odd boots that morn. ing! She no longer felt lonely in her griet. He cared, too: bis heart was ach- ing also for their son's departure. Ob. those blessed odd boots!

But she knew bls nature and stood for a moment wondering how best to tell bim of bis mistake without annoying him. And presentiy mother, on her way down stairs, tapped at the dressing room outer door. "Oac of your Ince boots." she said. "I stumbled over it. I have put it dowa outside." Then she waited until she heard father swearing softly to

himself. Then she knew matters would right themselves and went down stairs.

At breakfast somehow nobody had

much to say Bob wanted to talk, but felt that his one topic-his luck at being sent to the front-would not be exactly congenial to his listeners, So be refrain- ed and ate a hearty breakfast.

He would carry the memory of bis last meal away with bit to the faroff land. The teuder face of mother, smiling brav- ly from behind the bubbling, steaming urn: the dainty spread table, the pleas- ant. luxurious room, with its handsome pictures: the broad bow window, from which he could see the dear old garden where he had played as a child: the "lov- ing eyes of Nell beaming upon his across the table. Yes, home was bome, al- though he was the luckiest subaltern in the service.

By and by the trap was at the door, and the servants gathered in the hall to wish him good luck and godspeed. Bob shouk hands with them all and thanked theo, aud then he stood with mother in the porch-alone. He could not see ber face distinctly for the mist across hle eyes. aud the next moment he and father were walking quickly dowa the drive. along which the dogeart was going slowly forward to await them at the gates he-

hurrahs. And Bob lenghed and gave them a penny each. "You must keep up your drilling," he said. "We shall be wanting new recruits In the regiment by aad hy."

And then the gate was opened, and Bob climbed to the back seat of the cart. Far away, nt the house, something flut- tered white from a window. und Bob took out his handkerchief and signaled back again. Then the boys cheered afresh, nad the trap turned into the lane. and home wns alrendy a thing nf the past.

As they drove through the village there was not a doorway that bad not some one standing on the threshold to bid him god- speed.

"" "Tis the young squire off to the war!" they cried one to the other, and the men's eyes finshed and their voices rose, but the women's eyes filled with tears as they saw him drive past. "Giul keep him," they said. "aud comfort his mother's heart!" For they knew that the mem gave willingly their lives for their coun- try. but that the gift of the women was something dearer than life.

And all the while Bob's heart was sing- ing to him. He did not know that the song had come down to him from the long agu time when the sea kings bad gone forth with their battle songs to be the terror and conquerors of distant lands. He did not know. But so it was, and 'twas n goodly heritage, of which Bob in bis joy and impatience recked little. Su the station was reached aad the lası goodby spuken. nad father grasped Bob's hands. "You will-do your duty." father said. "] am sure of it."

And Bob's face flushed. "Thank yon,

sir." be answered in a husky voice. "And -my love-to mother."-Pall Mall Mag- azine.

The Vorder.

The voyder was n large dish Ir which were collected the broken victuals. which were rillaved from the table with n large kuif" with # brond. dat blade. called the vayder kuife, from vider, to empty. elear ur minke void.

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Franklin Sentinel newspaper, 1900, Part 227

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

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