Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-11-10
Plantation Philosophy.

From the Arkansaw Traveller,
Oars as much relief as dar is sorrow in a
sigh.
| De quickest pusson an de strut amt ALWAYS
de bes business man. De colt is liyelier den de
boss. but he KANT pull nigh so much.
| De young man what would war tight shoe
case he thinks it looks better is payin' tention
ter his foot ter de negleck OBJ his head an in
| airter life de foot will track de most 'tenton
Sorrow is as often de result ob bodily punish
| ment as it is OBJ true repentance. De man what
is put in Jail doan grieve SO much becase he
tuck what didn't long ter him as he does dat
| he 8 in prison.
| Loud talk is often mistaken fur argu-
ment, an de man what browns de voices
Oh udder men is mighty often thought
ter hab gained de fight. Dis kills fine talk, fur
de maWkin bird flies away when de mule brays.
Doan think, young man. dat yer ken W ar a
| dirty shirt an bad lOOkn hat an be spected
| mOn9 strangers like de man what W ars fine
clothes. De peafowl racks tmore 'tention den
de turkey hen, eben dough his meat amt so
| good
! 1t amt kindness ter tell man les arter he
| gets sober what he done while he was drunk
Eff yer hasten tell him. wait awhile De day
| airter Yer sticks splinter in yer ham de place
| hurts when yer touch it, but week airter-
wards yer ken press it without feen' pain.
Happy Forever!
| Matthew Arnold i'll Chicago Tribune
| myrtle"
"Reginald!"
! The girl, a tall stately beauty with a issome
| form and glorious cOronal of hair that fell in
| a golden shower over her Grecian neck, threw
| herself passOnatey into his arms and for an in
slant nothing was heard save sound as if
somebody was trying to pump water out of a
dry well.
Regy had kissed her
Four years ago Myrtle Redingote and Regi-
| maid Neversink had pghted their troth and
| now they had met for the first time since that
| happy day which. seen through the dim vista
of the months that had dragged their SLOW
| length so YEARLY along, seemed like a far-dls-
tant star shining brightly and serene amid the
horrid blackness of an Egyptian night. They
had correspondent of course but even when
Love guides the pen and budding passion gives
| to the salvation of the postage stamp glamour
! OF romance that makes it seem almost like
| kiss there is ever Wistful yearning-a where
are-Our-bO vs-tO-night feeling that nothing save
the actual presence of the one for whom this
| love is felt can drive away. And then when
| that loved one comes when. standing close
pressed in the strenuous grasp Of him without
whom life would be starleSs blank the tender
words that ha e been read over and over again
| are spoken in rich, manly tones. the woman who
| has won this precious love is indeed happy. No
care can come to her then, ami the glad golden
sunlight of pure and holy affection drives
away the black wraiths of disappointment and
sorrow as the White Stockings fade before any
| other club.
"Ah, darling" murmured Myrtle. putting
away from her fOrehead-fair and white as the
| cyclamen leaves in the woods that surrounded
| BriertOn villa-the golden tresses that he loved
| 80 dearly to fOndle lit seems such a long long
| time since we have met, such an aeon Of hope
| deferred and dull, wearyng longing that the
mind grows sad with It's very contemplation of
the subiect-a dismal epoch that we would fain
h lnf form from fhn 1;r,1~ D,,k
now that you are with me again, now that 1
| find myself once more within the shelter of your
| strong arms and feel your burning kisses on my
lips all the world seems white with gladness,
and the future to hold nothing for me but
sweet cOntentment. All Is bright and beauti-
tul, and even the bitter sorrows Of the psat are
illumined by the stars of Joy"
Eyes, my precious one" said Reginald,
stopping to kiss the ruby-red lips that were up
to his starboard ribs. 1--WE shall both be very
happy In the Iuture.very, very happy"
sure?'
$50 sure" he answers her, ''that would
| stake my whole existence on what have told
YOU"
In the gathering shadows she looks up into
| MS lace, and the yearning elOquence Of his eyes
stirs her heart with strange tenderness. 1t
| was not such love as she felt for her father;
1t was no feeling that had ever touched her
heart before When she stood before him there
| was a something OF awe that held her silent, q
| q conviction that this man was sublimer,
grander mold than any who had ever crossed
her path.
land why shall.we never know sorrow or paln?"
she asks, her pure young face lighted up with a
| sweet. trustful smile.
because" he says in low, mellow tones, II
have concluded not to get married"
|
How it Strikes the New Arrivals.
From the Brooklyn Eagle
Two Irishmen fresh from Castle Garden, were
strolng through the city of New York, when
they came opposite dead wall profusely deco