The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1877-12-27

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Her beauty and her grace.
And now she hopes when santa Claus
Next comes across the sea,
He'll call and leave a Gretchen sweet
Upon her Christmas treel
An Indian Legend.-The following
story, selected from an Eastern teacher,
may be applicable in all chimes and by
all people:
"There was once a beautiful damsel
upon whom one of the good genii wished
to bestow a blessing. He led her to the
edge of a large field of corn, where he
said to her:
daughter, in the field before us the
ears of corn, in the hands of those who
pluck them in faith, shall have tails
manic virtues, and the virtue shall be in
proportion to the size and beauty of the
ear gathered. Thou shalt pass through
the field once, and pluck n ear. 1t
mustsbe taken as thou goest forward, and
thou shalt not stop in thy path, nor
shalt thou retrace a single step in quest
of thine object. Select an ear full and
fair, and according to its size and beauty
shall be its value to thee as a talisman.'
"Themaiden thanked the goodgenius,
and. then set forward upon her quest.
As she advanced she saw many ears of
corn, large, ripe and beautiful, such as
calm Judgment might have told her
would possess virtues enough; but in her
eagerness to grasp the very best sheleft
these fair ears behind, hoping that she
might find one still fairer. At length,
as the day was closing, she reached a
rar% &c 4ha Ga11 tr-hara fha cto1ko u-ara
shorter and thinner, and the ears very
small and shriveled. She o regretted
the grand ears she had left behind, and
disdained to pick from the poor show
around her, for here she found not an
ear which bore perfect grain. She went
on, but alas! only to find the stalks
more and more feeble and blighted, un-
til in the end, as the day was closing,
and the night coming on, she found her
self at the end of the field without hay
ing plucked an ear of any kind.
"No need that the genius should re-
buke her for her folly. She saw it
clearly when too late, as how many in
all chimes and in all ages, in the evening
of life call sadly and regretfully 10 mind
the. thousand golden opportunities for
ever lost because they were not plucked
in their season."
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Sarah's PianO,-It stood up in an
attic over the harm where Sarab,s dolls
kent bouse.
These dolls were in verv reduced cir
c,,mstances for Won had IN climb a
ladder 70 cet IN their home and when
vow 20, thero tboH bod nnt6;na ~ taen
IouSe Nth hut tba n;ono ane brns an
,poir wh;ob nos nS.d for ! mnsic stooi
Ia son 80 20 d;ehas. Lnt 49,
anu q ie ~ p pheoes n ~ : III -. d Tfs
IN the world and tbev seemed on;te nice
.nd nantooI
This nisno was made of a lono hoard
nnt mn On two Old sov,>bnoLs With I;ttlo
tPa a IaaJaJ t a 49, p w." for rh;te
tevs and hlacI-besded mes for hlact
teys II had seven octaves and If tIe
teys ,,ers,,,f on;te stro;gbt Won mns+ 70.
member hat Sarob vas on,y . littie a;rl
and hat she made the niano ali berseif
Sorab won't nm almost ayerv dow 70
rive hsr dolls mps;c lessons and mob a
S5rao;sa l;ttIa r,us;o +aaobar T Hill 49,
.pavor sow
Aftor a sha bod ONO. o,;uhod tho 1oddo
sho woriG od;ust Lo.saif ~ 10 :.
with " . snrt Of noi;te snneat ~ ber sboes
onJ $500 dnt n bor d doIJ n,otoL o n oIhG;i,
hnnr hH ! sbna.ntr;nH ond wh;oh was
mode ii a ronnJ n;ecae f nastehoard VII
lead Mcneil figures m It she would saw
cbear;Iv MWelI voung ladies T bons
~vou've Got vonr mnsic lesson nrettv nar.
feet toodayn and then she Womb taLe
the younp ladies one hv one mon her
Ian noinf ont he notes ran them over
he nncties whom tbey nIaved w.on~
nraise them and scoid them for inst t5a
exact number of minutes bv the little
cold watch
All tb;s vos verv Moo ond Sarah on
loved her niano yerv. much bnt ono
lime the little airl cried and 4 Is ahout
this CRYING and what happened alono
with It hat 7 am going to tell Won now
She had been to see Iibbie Roberts.
and Libbie had one of those real pianos
with ivory KEYS that answer back when
YOU touch them and Sarah went home
feeling DISCOURAGED.
She climbed IN over the barn and sat
down by the window with ewes so full of
tears that she couldn't see through the
cobwebs that curtained it.
"Nastv old thing" she said looking
over to the piano. o"It isn't a piano
so there! 1t iuststands, and stands, and
stands, and that's all it does do, and
never did have anything and l never
SHALL" and Sarah put her head into her
hands and sobbed such big sobs that /
am sure it would have touched the