The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-06-27
A LEAF FROM LIFE.
Beginning in Sunshine it Ends in
Clouds-Joy Turned toSorrow;
Sweets Into Gall.

One afternoon, last week, BAzOO re-
porter had occasion To- walk out on Ohio
street TO where il is intersected by the rail-
road track.
His mission was prosaic one, with no
hin! that il would turn out a 6rst-class
item for the SUNDAY BAzOO.
But then the old saying, you can't
most always sometimes tell, is often veri-
fed by the experiences of a newspaper
man. A thread of an incident, the nerest
shadow of an occurrence, the hint or the
whisper oi a scandal, often lead TO such
Developments as Prov most fruitful To-
the man of news, and intensely palatable
10 the public.
Under many fair exterior there is
mass OF corruption which, if revealed,
would make all who saw il shudder at the
knowlC dye of such degradation. So, too,
gay laugh, face beaminS with content, and
a mood light and merry, may often be the
reverse OF the hearts true ami secret life.
Not everyone carries their grief
i'm their faces. Poor Tom Hood was
the most wretched OF men, even while
making the world laugh at his quaint and
brilliant humor and wit.
Reporters often find that "things are not
what they seem." The most profuse and
iOudest mourner at funeral may not
have griei's sharp
FANGS GNAwING AT His HEART.
There are those whose faces are the
longest and most serious looking, i'm a re-
| liglous meeting, but whose lives are a
permanent rebuke To their pretensions
Bat this is only PREDATORY to the story
the scribe here lays before the readers OF
the Sunday BAzOO The thoughts were
brought, out by the story.
Standing near the railroad track, lean
ing against the fence, the reporter noticed
a spare-built man, neatly dressed, his
" ioie appearance indicating no trace of
SORROW Or gnawing grief.
'Good evening"" said the reporter.
The salutatiOn was pleasantly returned
The reporter made few COM
monplace remarks, answers TO which,
when necessary, were politely, even soci-
ally. given by the stranger
do you live in this city?" asked the
gentleman.
The repo. -er replied affimatively. Then
there was pause, and the latter turned to
refrace his steps To the office.
ARE YOU VA hCRRY?"
Not particularly" answered the news
gatherer
well, it may seem strange to you to be
asked to talk with me- SAID the gentle
man, shut i want to talk with some one :;
! want to have somebody to whom l can
freely speak, and you look like one who
would not abuse a trust"
The reporter thanked the stranger for
his voluntary and unsOught confidence at
the same tine mentally wondering what
there was in, store for him to hear, what
trust he was to receive.
'-Sit down, please"
The request was complied with, and the
two, strangers 20 each other, sat togeth r
on the edge OF the sidewalk.
THERE WAS TREMOR
perceptible i'm the unknown mans manner,
and tear glistened in his eye.
81 am stranger i'm this city" he said,
land a wanderer ON tine face of the EARTH"
So singularly frank was his manner, SO
plain was the emotion Of his heart, so sad
his voice, that the reporter sat in silent
as 'nishment.
Am troubling yOu?"
mo, not at all but do not let me draw
you out into telling anything that is sa-
cred and secret"
Thank you; but If you'll kindly listen,
! will tell something which presses upon
my heart like lead and gives me no rest,
day or night.
AN UNTOLD AGONY
is mine. / must speak. or my brain will
totter into ruin, my soul be crushed with a
burden of sorrow i cannot longer bear"
The reporter sat silent, wondering what
manner of man he was who so freely
talk to a stranger. Was he crazy? The
thought made the man of news uneasy.
Pardon me-" said the stranger, "but
VIII not detain You long. Over that track, !"
pointing to the X. Il +. road, "four years
ago i rode, the
HAPPIEsT AND PRoUDE>T
man OF all the world. With me there was
one | called wife" so fair, so gentle, so
tender, SD pure. God never fashioned a
nobler woman. A sweet child was ours, a
darling rose bud pledge of mutual aft. c.
ton. We were going to Texas, the land
of promise, where, together, we would
make a home and live in swe ct CONTENT
Tears were flowing down his CHI ks by
this time, and his voice ;rembl 4 with
deep emotion.
He spoke again: Il will not, cannot,
tell all of our struggles, joys, hopes, fears
AMI trials In our new home. But one
evening there
CAME To OUR LITTLE VINE COVERED
cottage traveller, seeking entertainment
for the night. We babe HIM welcome and
shared with him our frugal store After he
had lett, next morning, my wife went into
the room he had occupied. Upon the
little table she found book he had for
gotten. As he was far away on the road,
the book was carefully laid aside to be re-
stored TO its owner, should he ever call for
ii.
But i must hurry. I noticed change
in my darling's manner, shol,ly after
finding the book. One day / caught her
reading it. She blushed, put it awsy and
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