The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1882-04-07

say, at least mine didn't. But for
myself / know this, that in all my life
l never felt smaller, more utterly
worthless and contemplate than I
did that night, to be walking by the
side of a lady of highest culture and
refinement, lady whom education
and hardship and self.dependence had
not made masculine, but with the play
full heart of a girl in her and the ten
derness of a women, lady who if she
had remained in her own country
would have known all the blessings
and comforts of one of the best of
homes, and yet who had surrendered
them all up willingly and cheerfully, to
bury herself literally with all her wom-
anly hopes and prospects for this
world among people that were not
worthy to stoop down and kiss the
dust from off her shoes. And to
know, too, that this simple hearted
christian girl was carrying upon her
back the black and blue marks of
stones flung at her by those people
for whom she was sacrificing all her
life. tell you l am afraid I wasn't
in any christian frame that night, /
just wished that somebody would try
that on again and throw stone at her
if he dared. l wanted to whip some
body just to relieve my feelings, didn't
care who, if he was only smaller than
| was. don't know what I should
have done if it hadn't been that when
we were on our way home that night
by good luck we met rat taking his
evening stroll in lonely street. We
were both of us just in condition to
pick up stones and chase that rat
down the street as far as we could see
him, and find infinite delight and sat
isfaction in it though we never hit him
once. Then we went peacefully to
bed with kind of feeling that though
we hadn't done much we had tried to
do our duty. And this was the way we
went to bed. We went up on the
roof everybody went up on the roof
the whole population of 80, 900 were
up there and all going to bed at once.
1t occurred to us that it would be
rather pleasant to sit up and watch
all the rest go to bed first than to go
to bed ourselves and have them all
looking at us. And so we did. And
really it was one of the most interes-
ting and picturesque scenes 1 ever be-
held, a whole city full of people lying
some on blankets, some on beds,
sleeping in such absolute stiffness,
under the full shining of the moon.
1t was like the death-stillness of bat
tle-field strewn with corpses, after the
rush and thunder and fearful carnage
ofthe day. l thought that just as
soon as l got home 1 would take
blanket and go up on to the roof and
lie there, with my face turned up to
the Heavens and count the stars and
weave them into all imaginary shapes
and figures until I fell asleep and the
stars went round and the great laugh
ing sun came up and found me still
in bed and drove me out with his hot
rays. l thought it would be the very
poetry of life, but somehow 1 haven't
got about it yet. guess I'm waiting
for the weather to moderate.
A Turk was lying on the next roof
and 1 thought 1 would go nearer and
get good look at him. He started |
up in bed, rubbed his eyes open and
looked at me, as if to say swell,
where on earth did you come from ?"
1 looked at him (perhaps it wasn't |
polite,) and he continued to stare at
me until, I think it must have
occurred to us both at the same time,
and we each said to ourselves, swell,
now just suppose you look will you
if you want to- think l can stand |
it about as long as you can. He was
right and / was mistaken and / am |
ready to own that of all the people I
ever had any experience with-not
excepting the Pawnee Indian--there
is no one of them who can look and
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