The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1875-06-17

As have-nay, words express
Meagerly my joy in greeting
Many tried and welcome guest.
You have ease and l have labor;
l have cares you cannot know;
Wants have l, but would not barter
My dear home for all your show.
Those who love me love sincerely
Gift that wealth cannot bestow
Youths Companion.
THE LITTLE GREEN POCKET
BOOK. ..-...
JOHN SINGLETON stood on the stree
corner waiting for his car Busines.
hours were over; he was going homes
bachelors home in a boarding house
but none the less grateful to his imagina
ton just then. A fine rain fell, the
pavement was clogged with sticky, half
melted snow, and altogether the evening
was comfortless as evening can well bt
in early April, when the cheering hope
of warm suns and dry streets is immedi
ately at hand.
| The jingling car came by crowded, as
always at that hour of the day. Mr.
Singleton had to run half a square in the
mud to catch it, a proceeding which die
not improve his temper. He clutched q
strap and glared gloomily at the ladies
who monopolized seats, resentful, as a
business man is apt to be, of the appear
ance of women in public conveyances al
half-past five in the afternoon. Keeping
his eye on the straw under foot, he paid
no attention whatever to his neighbors-
| if, indeed, one can be said to have such
in horse-railway carriage.
Sixteenth street-Twenty-f fourth h-Thir
| y-second-Fortieth. The Car emptied
rapidly. AS the last lady left rose to get
out small green book became visible
half hidden by the folds of her gown.
81 beg pardon-you have dropped
something" said John, picking it up.
"Sirm
"This book-you dropped it."
The old lady looked acidly, first at the
| book and then at John. 1.-The article is
not mine," she remarked, frigidly. Then
she got out. ...
Mr. Singleton was the sole remaining
passenger. His impulse was to hand
/ the book to the conductor, but glance
at that worthy's face checked him
"Better ADVERTISE" he thought; and,
signaling the car to stop, he aiighted in
the mud OF upper Broadway.
His landlady opened the door in nerv,
Gus tlutter. ooh, sir, it's you at last
There's telegraphic boy been waiting
| for you for ever so long"
Sure enough, there sat the boy; and
the result of his message was that in
half an hour John Singleton was speed
| ing on his way to Western New York by
the night express, hastily-packed sachel
under his feet, and his head full of other
| business than that of finding owners to
lost property. The little green pocket
book remained behind in the pocket OF
| the office coat flung aside at the moment
of departure.
There it might have remained fol
months, if, diving one day, man-fashion
after some lost article, his fingers had moi
happened to encounter it. This was q
fortnight or so after his return.
Halo! what's this?" he said 1t was
a moment before he recollected "Bless
mel this is too bad l had forgotten the
thing completely Imust be looking W
the owner if there's enough in it to pay
for an advertisement"
He released the elastic strap and
opened the pages. There was no money
no place for any. The little book was 8
diary, shabby, green-bound, with nc
name on the title-page. Most of the
leaves were blank, few only being
scribblcd over in light, girlish hand
writing. John glanced over these il
search of clew, and pretty soon, grow
ing interested, drew his chair to the fire
cooked up his feet and proceeded to reat
| regularly.
The diary began:
"Oe. Blast night Alice and Ton
! and I went to DR.. Bellows lecture. L
was interesting. He said that the grea
thing in life is direction, that is, that ne
matter how far off our aims seem, if oul
faces are only set toward them we are
sure to get there some day. In the very
middle of the cold winter, he said, WE
turn corner and begin to go toward th'
spring, and it is as if we were there, be
cause we are certain. That is beautiful
| shall try to recollect it when things
seem especially contratry, as they dt
sometimes.
"Oct. 81 have been making my win
| ter bonnet, or rather warming over tht
old one, for it is Alice's turn to have thu
new this year. She ought to always, sht
has to see such stylish people in thu
houses where she teaches. The ole
brown felt doesn't look bad, considering
it is its third appearance. I've steamed
| the velvet, and curled the feather with {
hot penknlfe, and tucked in little blut
bow, and Tom says it's gorgeous Ton
is always funny about my things.
"The pudding Tom likes so much!
"Take eight large baking apples, pare
core, and lay them in a deep dish. Pu
a little sugar and mite of cinnamon il
each. Soak a teacupful of tapioca in ,
quart of lukewarm water for an hour
then pour on, and bake till the apples art
pink and tender. Milk and sugar.
"Mariannc gave me this recipe. Ton
says he wishes he could have it three
times week, but l tell him apples art
peay erpensice.
"Noo. S1.--Pve been to- a party
quite large one. 1t was at the Almys'
Ellen Almy asked me, and papa said
might for once, because it did no harm
to see the vanity of things. think th'
vanity of things is very pleasant! Their
was a great discussion over what shoult
wear. Alice invented trimming for my
poplin out of mammals old blue silk ant
lent me her locket and pocket-handker
chief trimmed with edging. Alice is 81
dear! left my hair down my back be
cause Tom likes it best SO, and thu
blessed boy made me present of pai
of new gloves-kids, pale yellow, will
two buttons. l nearly cried over them
the poor fellow has SO little money; bu
he said Flossy must be SWELL cost villa
il might. l had rose for my hair OF
Alice's bush and, altogether, regarded
myself as very fine until reached thu
Almys'; then, as papa would say, fount