The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-04-16

;.toI ooi PtioH oil soup. Slater alone per-
slsteu IN contrasting himself with the bal
snce Of the company by eating with his knife,
an1 incorporating remarks about the pork
anu Deans he and sold Bill Raveley" had de-
W touieu Al various primitive repasts ranging
through the series Of years beginning in 1850
anu ending in 1860. Mrs. Raveley, really
sensible woman, mspoiled by her husbands
income, humored theold man in his reminis-
c &c, mood, but it was plain to be seen that
tne conversation Jared upon the super
Snobleys.
isn't it really shame that Mr.. velret
coui l not be present on this occasion" SIM
peIeu the youngest Miss Raveley, late of
metropolitan seminary. Mr.. Velret was the
pastor under whom the Rayelevs and Snob-
leys sat.
co... IT is really too bad" assented Miss
Mare" Snobley, "but L suppose his duties
compelled him to forego the pleasure"
wedding" explained Miss Matte DID,
"Not much of an affair." quietly re-
sln heu Matte, "only Salie Evens and her
"Ohw
: ~ Will be necessary to explain that "only
SAME EVens" was an orphan girl who earned
ner own living in vulgar dressmaker's es-
punishment, and that "her fellow"
was Joe Humphreys, a young man who, by
CURED, at his trade of blacksmithing, a sui
nclent amount to set up housekeeping and
consummate long-standing courlship ex-
istlng between himself and "his girl"
dtoye in a cottage, and all that sort Of
thing" remarked SeWell, with a sheer.
90 Love in blacksmith shop, should say"
added Reginald Snobley.
Good for the gall" blurted Slater, with
his mouth full of turkey. "Glory in her
spunk, by jingo" That remark put a
camper on the wedding business, and it was
dropped instanter.
What was the text to-day, Tilie~ in
CURED Miss Adele Raveley. ''I've been SO
busy all day, arranging things, that could
not possibly attend the morning service"
Miss Tillie became pensive.
something or other in psalms" she MUIR
INJURED something about-mamma, you
know what it was? I've forgotten it en-
trely.n
"New feather in some other woman's
bonnet" muttered the graceess Reginald,
his insulted sister rewarding him with one
OF those peculiarly scornful glances which
only woman laboring with suppressed an
ger can bestow.
Really, my dear, my memory is so bad
thatreally couldn't rehearse the text" an
swered the maternal Snobley. 81 believe it
was something about crowns, and paths, and
fairness, or something of that kind" she
added, obviously.
"'Thou crownest the years with thy good
ness; and Thy paths drop fatness,'" came
reyerently from the lips Of little Miss Hun
niwel.
"Why, what memory you have, Marga-
| retW was the hattering comment Of" Ma
RE" Snobley.
"MiXed metaphor" sneered Sewell.
And, oh, it was such a lovely sermon"
| said Title, her face lighting up with the re-
collection of the moral and intellectual treat
| she had enjoyed. sit was all about the sea-
son, you know, and the happy thoughts and
calm desires we should entertain. And we
shouldn't forget the poor, for they are always
| with u.s."
.An' likely to stay, eff they amt attended
to-" interrupted Slater, reaching for the
pickle-plate.
And we ought to care for the unfortu-
nate, and give from our store sufficient to lift
them above want,D continued Miss Snobley.
| Il know one case in pint" remarked
Slater, preparing to make an assault on a
| side dish.
"Whose case is that, Mr.. Sater?" inquired
Mrs Raveley.
"Col. Tom Stoddart's." Slater's reply
was greeted by a general laugh. "Ye
needn,t laugh, my friends; know what Pm
talkin' about" he continued. "Thet ole
man hes more genooine damon plated pride
locked up in the bottom of his hearth any
|
"Calls himself the Marquis of Nithsdale
or something of that kind, don't he?"
Essays he fought at Navarino."
"Belongs to the engine company-heart
and soul wrapped up in fire business"
"Always hard up"
"Never borrows cent?
Sand I've heard that he has performed
many kind acts for people as poor or poorer
than himself,o was Miss Hunniwell'5 com.
ment.
eyer mighty right, Miss. He was good
Samaritan, an no mistake, an there:
more'n one in this yer town thet'l hey cause
to remember o' Tom, now we hear my gentle
racket" said Slater.
81 wonder if he has had his dinner" re.
marked Mrs. Raveley.
"Pll bet a chaw % terbacker he hsin't hat
toothful to-day, replied Slater.
"Then Pll see that he has as nice a mea
as anybody in Sonora,' was the generou!
decision Of the hostess. +.
"The old man seems to be prime ia.
vorite," remarked Sewell. Perhaps il
would be a good plan to erect monument
to him, and inscribe his virtues on it il
raised letters"
"Perhaps you may be called upon to con
tribute to that laudable object, my deal
sir" 1t was the Rev. Mr.. Veret who spoke
He had entered unperceived in time to catci
the drift Of the conversation, and heal
Sewells heartless remark.
"Why, Mr.. Velret, how do you dow ex
claimed Mrs. Raveley. "Won't you take
seat and join us? We're not half through
yet"
"No, thank you," answered the clergy.
man. az simply dropped in to see how yor
all Jared, and l should not have made thu
remark that announced my presence had il
not been for what Mr.. Sewell said in relation
to one who is at present in more need of
tribute to his memory than repast."
"Why, what do you mean~ exclaimed
Mrs. Raveley.
'Poor Old Tom Stoddart has gone to hi
long home, Mrs. Eaveley."
"DeadP.
"Dead."
1t was the most impressive funeral evel
seen In the county. He was buried undel
the auspices of Cataract Engine Compan,
No. 1, and the long lines of red-shirted fire
men, the draped and garlanded engines anC
hose carriages, headed by the local bras.
band moaning death -dirges, the long roll O
the muff1ed drums and the nodding plume
Of the sable hearse, all contributed to rende
the spectacle one never to be forgotten b,
those who witnessed it. AS the cortegI
passed down the street the merchants CLOSED
their doors, and even the children left thei
play, and followed the slowly moving pro
the hill beyond the town. Here the last sac
rites were performed, and as the soulful
strains of
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee,
fioated away on the calm wintry air, 4