Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1883-05-17


he said
"And always get something, I
fancy"
Always. rarely have passenger
and so talk to the birds and squirrels,
g'lang, g'lang! l regret haven't n
better horse-g'lang AS my constant
urging must annoy you, g'lang,
g'langw
you do not whip him"
"Ncver But | often think Sancho
Pan2a's Rosinante like the Wander
ing jew, is still on earth.
And this is he?"
This is he without a doubt"
Just then he drove through a piece
Of woodland full of music, lie said:
"How truly Mary Hewitt voices
ones feelings in her poem:
Come ye into the summer woods! But no
mortal pen can
Tell halt the sights of beauty you may
see"
| loved to hear him talk His
language was pure, his anecdotes re-
fined, his quotations from standard
authors were frequent, but brief and
to the point
"Who can he bc"' | asked myself
again and again. At farmhouses he
stopped to give packages, from a
mcndcd scythe snath to gold brace
let. And whenever good woman
ran ont and called, he took her wishes
in a note book, with all the courtesy
and bearing Of a thoroughbred gentle
man.
took the liberty to glance at the
book. The writing and spelling
showed him to be - man Of cduca-
tion.
"Win not so many stops prevent
your making time?" | asked.
"Oh, mol am not obliged TO he at
--- until Il NJ, and / started two
hours earlier than the old driver did"
"In order to oblige the farmers
along the route" askeI
"In part; but Pope says, 'Sclf-loyc
and social are the same | love the
morning air, | love to speak a word TO
the good people, to break the dead
monotony Of their work-day lives by a
bit Of stirring news. Truly,t these hours
on the road are the plcasantest Of my
life"
You are never lonely
Never. With God and nature can
one be lonely"
\ gentleman, with fine pair Of
blood horses passed mp, and they ex-
changed cordial greetings. The driver
said:
"a woman, who had worked in the
family Of that gentlcman's father for
many years, he took care of the last
ten years. She had become helpless
and nearly blind, so when she died
last month she was past mourning
for. After she was made ready for
burial and laid in the parlor, we'll
dressed stranger called to see her. He
was told she was dead. He said he
had not been east for thirty years, and
would like to see her. He stood few
minutes looking upon her, and then
bent down and kissed that cold, brown,
wrinkled forehead, and left two great
tear drops on it, and with a choking
voice said:
"My mothers dearest friendr'
After a moment the driver turned
to me and said:
"Do you suppose those friends knew
each other when they metz"
81 am sure they did" ! said.
at is n question | often ponder.
My wife died when she had just passed
into full and beautiful womanhood.
She had touched her thirt. eth year and
| was but a little older. in the yigor
of my manhood. She is now in the
/ freshness Of her womanhood with the
eternal freshness Of heaven. If, as
! Milton has il. From the lowest deep a
lower deep still opens. SO, from the
highest hight higher hight must
rise: and she, who was purity itself
must be purer now. And we grow
| like those with whom we mingle. and
she. so lovely here, has been for
twenty-seven years the companion Of
angels How glorious she must be!
viii she-can she know me there?'
Almost my first question on reach
ing my friend was:
"Who is that driverT
81 have not the honor Of his