Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1873-06-11

Murpheys diving from The top Of a car af.
ter his hat when running at thirty miles
an hour. and his sons filially wearing tha.
hat at the fuseral next day.
Unfortunately. just as Tom was coming
out nervous correspondent, he fell in
love. Now. generally speaking, il is good
to fall in love. Tue best mental exercise
you are capable Of, is loving 1t isnt the
"saddest OF all the sad things Of life," as
MIR. Millard sings. Nor life, nor death,
nor principalities, sOr powers. can sepa-
rate yuor souls from the crowns which rest
on them when we learn this self-renunci.
alton. You had better love human
grind-stOue, and have it wear you to in
tense keenncss and sensiblity, than tumble
about rusty and blunt all your days. But
no two people look at a thing in the same
light. My ardent, impassicned Tom ex-
pected az large a return from his invest
ment in mairimony as he did FROM his in
ycstment in business. lie hadn't learned
large charity for his kind. he was young.
| Aud truly few have learned it when they
are DID,
He tore his hair aud neglected his work
till the angel was in his arms. Then af-
ter brief rcvel, he stared TO discover
that angels take deal of plumng, are
capricious in their desires, and fret 10 ay
higher than single poor newspaper mans
quill will carry them. If Tom had mar
ried his Grandmother, or the strong-mind.
: ed woman of the present day, with her
straight skirts aud umbrella, or if he had
met the queen of womar, that joyous
true, passionate, strong, mobile creature
who takes hold of the world and blesses
her whole passage through it, how differ
ent might Toms record have been Bu
he married Ada. Ada had bright hair
but 1t shone like the sun-above frequent
= storms. She was small, but her wanti
were large. She wasn't an iptellectua
. woman; no 6lue was Ada, but she made
> Tom blue. You want your wife to adapI
herself to your needs-to be your child
y friend, sister and mother. What woult
" you do with woman forever pulling bach
from your leading hand, with about al
10 much insight of you and your love, as I
? lap.dog in ribbons Why the manufac
/" ture of women without souls goes on,
know not, unless it be because there i
" demand for them among TIE nnsuppl'ed.
Ada's spirit lay bleeding ever. Be
: cause her dress wasn't hounced like Mrs
Browns; because Tens paper sent hin
: North, when he could sec, if he we're no
utterly selfish, that she needed tril
South because he didn't scribtle enough
10 because he did not make a fortune, anC
Vt because he didn't lavish more on her; be
: cause she couldn't 60 to Washington, ant
" because she did 60 10 Washington, bu
= couldn't keep up with the Cabinet ladies
> But in all her wailing, it never occurred
u to her that she was no fitting wife for tn,
proud and sensitive young man, who hac
& made such good fight for the position h,
could give her. Neither did she lift W
: her voice aud weep because her disposi
Is ton developed his bile and made him des
c perate.
= Misfortunes gloomcd around Tom Hi
!" Paper changed hands, and instead of be
= ing beckoned higher he was put in a more
:, subordinate place. ''.Jove! J" mutterec
Tom, This to the end of the chapter ?"
"Y ou don't seem to care what become
of your wife !" whimpered Ada.
Then he fell SICK and some clever fel
r. low stepped into even this lower place
Tom was put to one make-shifu and anoth
er. Had good berth half-promised II
him here, and brilliant prospects opened
to him there; but when he put out hi
a hand, they weren'trhere. "Just my luck =
;, he fell into the habit of saying. He die
: the meanest literary work, except toady
ing. This he never was driven to, ever
. by Ada's vixenish fits. And they drag
" g'cd from one cheap boarding-place to an
other
,s Tom walked the streets toward sunset
# gaunt and weak, yet watching to "mee
s. something" Tom was imaginative hac
d often enjoyed other peoples blessings b.
q his very sympathy with them. But sick
!, moss and Ada's long attrition had bluutet
" this beautiful faculty. So he didn't stea
;. much happiness as he went past, out o
IS rich mems houses. In fact, he saw fin'
;. gracious faces which hurt him. II won
l. dcr," thought Tom, ifsome woman coldn'
"a have endu ed what she has with me, with
10 out making such a row about it ?"
10 He paused on bridge. The draw wa
open. While waiting for it to be closed
10 he watched the slow, fascinating curren
10 uuder him. He began recalling all th
u. suicides he had reported, and decides