The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1877-11-23

How we go racing up and down,
hither and yon, after romance and story;
and, somehow, every story needs some
Adam, some Eve, and a sprirkling of
Satan, to he good for much. We once
heard a man say he always glanced
through 4 sensational news report TO sec
if il mad wonan's name in il before he
made up his mind it was worth reading.
Countless others, less frank to own it,
are guilty Of the same trick. Well,
if we would only stable our Pegasus,
hush our aspirations for heights, turn
our backs on the roadway, and sit down
in the midst of our surroundings, we
might find romance under the first chip
we CHANGED 10 turn over.
The reflections ran through the
mind Of the scribe TO the Bunce family,
yesterday. as she sat snugly tucked in
behind the cellar door; and this Is what
set the train in notion
Mrs. Wcathcrbe and her aunt's sister,
ssfrom Vermont, on visit" calling on
Betsey. They said {" fine day " (the first
equinoctial drops were scattering on
the door steps,, show do YOU like
Michigan" do tell, and. " you don't
say so.r Alice Mabel was duly inspect
ed and announced fine child, and
Charles Augustus came in, through the
window, after his ball, and then Mrs.
Weatherbe told how much the minis
ter'swife's bonnet cost, and Betsey said
she thought it was a shame, and the
minister's coat sleeves shining on the
elbs w. Ike oil cloth and She went
plump WI into the parlor, and brought
out lie photograph albuH--and right
here, while she Is making a little speech,
before she shows her pictures, just as
the magic lantern gentleman does,
want 10 say word for albums.
II Is simply cruel the way the average
society critic sits down on them just rs
be does on every thing and every body
that has won al the fame that he thinks
healthy for them. claim that picture
albums and autograph albums are in
tenscly Interesting, although every rep
rcsentatiyc therein be an entire stranger
TO me.
Mrs Weaiherbe hitched up by the
aunt's sister, who was busy drawing q
six and-a-half glove from number sew.
en- hand, and Betsey swoopcd down
over their contiguous chairbacks to ex-
plain.
"who's that?r said Mrs. w. point.
ing with her second finger Cher first has
wart on the joint.
ssThat Is cousin" said Betsey rath
or sadly: "that picture was taken In
her bridal tour, travelling suit; you re.
member when they used to wear those
bonncts with fronts running up like the
straw carrier To thrashing machine
that made ones face look the shape Of
a rolling-pin?'
Mrs. w. said she did, but the aunt's
sister, who is New England old maid
said il was before her time.
ssPoor girl" resumed Betscy, g thai
pretty suit Was her bridal dress. She
and her husband were among the kill
cd IN that terrible railroad accident
which Mrs. w. remembered, and thu
aunt's sister had heard her mother
speak Of it.
What did tell you, There is astud,
for story the very first thing.
"Who i that fat woman with such
small cycs?-
"Ihat i Adonijah's (ny husbands,
MOTHER said the oracle, a little testify
.'she went To the Centennial"
So did Mrs. Pcterkin. There Is ;
story IN that, too.
"Whois that spruce-looking chap
with q tall hat In one hand and it'll,
cane III the othcr?"
"That,' said Betsey, with a senti
mental whine and sorry shadow In he
eyes" that il an old beau Of min,
when / was at h College. Iii
father was very rich. lie was scaptair
in The army, deserted into the Southern
ranks, married Creole, and Is now 1
sugar merchant in Havana
And there's a romance waiting to b
unwound.
"That's Miss Anthony" said tn