Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1874-10-29
CASSVILLEIANA.
Four Years Ago and Now-On the River shora
A (Plr0sy Paragraph-Birthday Psrty-A
CommissiOn n ouse The village School.

the benefit of the HERALD columns,
writes:
The place has little changed since
them mean four years ago, when |
tramped YEARLY hither over the hills
from Beetown, valise full of blank
HERALD receipts in hand a duplicate
subscription book in my pocket. But
there is evidently more business, and
certainly an uncommonly good hotel,
kept by Mr.. Z. C. Forbes, not to make
money, as he assured me this morning,
but to accommodate and decently en-
terrain the public. The same names
appear on the sign boards, and, with
few exceptions, the same people greet
one in the streets or smile through
shop windows and stand behind coun-
tiers weighing sugar or shaking up
| cocktails. Mr.. Reinke has moved his
stock of goods into the nortE-w est
corner room of the Deniston house.
ground floor. Here he does a thriving
business, and being shrewd, wide
awake and careful, is unquestionably
laying up lucre. A pleasant little fel-
low named "PhiP' smiles agreeably
over the show-case-the same boy Ga
mere child then) who whistled horn
pipes for us in the calf-sucking era of
our existence, and carried notes and
lzenges for us whenever the weather
was too stormy for certain party with
very black hair and very red lips to
come to school. 1t was as good as an
eclipse to see Philip. | saw Gus Pry-
or at the party 10 be spoken Of pres
emily, where, Notwithstanding his ac-
emulation of adipose avoirdupois, he
watzed like fairy and polkaed and
schottisched like-well, like stomach
ache. Of Mr.. Geiger's successor, of
the enterprising Mr.. Grimm,-of a
score or SO of others, all well known
business men, | shall have something
to say on another occasion.
1t was after midnight when down
the sandy river shore we wandered
professor, Dubuque commercial
man and myself = nourishing our
youths sublime with raw oysters and
CassviIle beer, and quoting everything
from nursery rhymes to definitions out
of the physical geography. One of
our party recited from those fine and
touching paragraphs that give such
mourntul conclusion to the twenty
eighth chapter of ''Little Dorritt:"-
"When he"-Azthur Clennam-sshad
walked Oh the river's brink in the
peaceful moonlight, for some half an
hour, he put his hand in his breast and
tenderly took oat the handful of roses |
Perhaps he put them to his heart,
perhaps he put them ID his lips, hut
certainly he bent down on the shore
and gently launched them on the flow
ing river Pale and unreal in the |
moonlight, the river foated them |
away. Ard thus do |
greater things that once were ia our
breasts and near our hearts, flow f.'om |
us to the eternal seas" And at this |
Il
ing oysters in state Of non-digestive |
preservation, and where were the roses
and the sentiment and the poetry |
then? The oysters were "pale," that's |
fact, (and SO was the boy, for that
matter)but as real as the majority the
Republican ticket will have in this
county next Tuesday. This paragraph
is put in because | have this many |
day been dying to use that stuff about
Arthur Clennam and those roses; and |
if you've been sucked in by it, can't
help it, and don't see how you can
conscientiously blame me for it.
On the evening of our arrival at
Cassyille score or more ofthe young
people of the village came together at
the Deniston house for the purpose OF
celebrating the birthday of Mr.. E 9.
Forbes,jr. And they celebrated well,
keeping the jig up until the hours be
came so small that very few could see
them with the unaided vision. The |
party was happy and most enjoya
BILE affair. All the boys were there,
of course, and nearly all the girls. =
The belle of the evening was-but
here | am prompted, by sense of
duty, to draw the quill Of revision
through at least half a dozen lines,
which, if published, might prove ruin
Gus to the appettes and constitutions
of half the young men in the county.
Ask Will Harper, ask Sam W., but
don't bodder mel At $3.50 a. M, on
Saturday, l went TO my room to read
the beatitudes in the German Ian
guage When | came to Seyd froeM
tch ind getroSt, eS Uiri euch I'M Him
mel ,eoM heI0hnet ,oer,ten. the fddling
ceased and the dancers dispersed
And then a few of US went to
bed to dream of flowing tresses and
floating roses; of standing on Long
fellows bridge at midnight and hang
ing, like knight in "a Pair of Blue
Eyes" on the ragged edge of those
lofty bluffs near the school house.
Mr. Z. q. Forbes is still in the for
warding and commission business
here, and is this fall making some very
heavy shipments of wheat, oats and
potatoes. He is agent for both the
Diamond Joe and keokuk Northern
Line of steamboats,, and by these he
sends the bulk of the agricultural
products of several townships up the
river as well as down. His place of
business is the faded, weather beaten
structure, on the river FACADE of which
] tho Grn, mama nf Rninkn & McGartnav