The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1877-10-05

Just as pimple, or a boil. sir. Is a
part Of the body. Such things appear
on the surface once in a while, but you
don't want chronic Of them in Your
dining-room, hope. The great body
Of American men and women. In do
nestle life, are pure and true. They are
not Turks nor Parisians. The men
don't 20 hurrying from their honey
moon To look over the hedges into their
neighbors' preserves for game. The
wives aren't philandering about with
men whom they wish they had married,
making themselves Economically unhap-
py and disgracing their homes. There
are exceptions, but compare their num-
ber--you will find them all sooner or
Letter in the newspapers with the great
body Of virtuous and happy citizens.
One out Of thousand, sir! The causes
of domestic unhappiness in this country
do not lie on that side"
"Where then?"
"Wait till write my novel, and you
shall sce," responded the Captain,
laughingly, but looking wiser than any
man probably is on that intricate SUBJ
ject.
It is to be hoped he will write the
novel, and that it may find many re-
tnrns, II he Is as successful in depicting
the evil and suggesting remedies as he
was in treating one case.
Among his friends none had warm
err place in his heart than Robert and
Mary Burchard, who lived in the snug
gest and most home-like of cottages in q
pretty suburb Of the city. They had
been married but a year, and yet the
Captains practiced eye saw that some
thing was going wrong. Robert was
what the world calls "a splendid fellow
-bright-witted, generous, open-hearted
and pure-with one Of those uncom-
Portable wills that do not yield, and
are unfortunately attended with ret
inue of prejudices, tastes, likes and dis
likes which indicate to observant people,
who are not in the councils of Provi-
dence, that their possessor was intended
to live alone. In Roberts quick judy
ment every thing was either white or
black. He was color-blind to neutral
tints. What he liked was good. What
he disliked was bad. And moth
ing could change his view.
He loved Mary because she attracted
him powerfully. Ii is no matter of ours
how she did it, or whether she was beau
tiful--though she was The old Captain
often declared that Nature herself smiled
with gratified pride when that splendid
couple mated. But Mary had a spirit as
well as body. She had her way Of
doing things and looking at matters
She had trim little foot of her own,
that had not been used to asking any
body when it should be put down, since
her mother died. She loved Robert
ardently, but not to the point Of agree
ing with him that the moon Is made Of
green cheese, il he took notion TO say
so, that gay colors are more suitable for
carpets than the tertiary tints-or that
any body is ninny who doesn't enjoy
George Eliot's novels or Wagner's
music.
And so--and so--the Captain saw be-
fore the year was through that the harp
was out Of tune ut Woodbine Cottage.
The dimples in the corners of the rare
ripe mouth began to fall away into that
plaintive downward droop which tells a
story to such eyes as his, that words
could not make palmer. The times
came more and more often when he saw
look in the hazel-gray eyes which re-
fiected trouble, and not joy, from the
heart-depths below. Something of the
CHEEKY tone went out Of Roberts voice,
also, and certain serenity was missed
from his face. He gazed abstractedly
out Of the window, when there was
nothing to see, and his mind was pre-
occupied, or " doing too much inside
work." as the Captain put it.
This won't do" unused their old
friend, as he came away from the cot
tage one night, whipping his boo Wig
orously with his cane rs he walked.
i" Never'll do in this world. Bless my
soul, what are the children thinking
about Emigrating from Eden when
all good angels are trying to keep 'em
in! Tut, TUT"
"Thc young Prince called me .
Domestic Old Probabilities once, In
sport, " continued the Captains thought
-" Ill show him he was right. Indica-
tons for the region of Woodbine cot
tage: Cooler, with binding mists and
occasional bitter rains. Cloud areas,
and falling barometer. Conditions
highly favorable for sudden squalls, sue
ceeded by settled storm. Danger
signals will be displayed at the exposed
point, or my name isn't Old Prob. -
and the Captain ascended to his attic
with lighter heart.
In day or two after he dropped into
the cottage at ktea-time, where he OBJ
served more without seeming to look
at any thing, than some men would 4
they had been hired to watch.
"No tears in mine, please" was
what he would have said had he spoken
his thought, as Mary leaned forward