Daily Yellowstone journal., 1885-06-20

when had reached a hill at quite a
distance from the musicians il came TO
me in Gear, connected strain. May
be when the results of an era are
counted up the historian tnds as the
dominant factor in the grand total
force that seemed 10 have been lost
while the conflict was in progress.
They were passing the arsenal where
the guns stood with their hOrrd Threats
turned toward the river, as if threaten
ing the steamer and little row-boats
with immediate destruction.
1T does not seem possible that those
guns were ever really shot al anybody"
said kita. "'All quiet along the 20
tomac, seems so natural that ] wonder
why any one ever took the trouble to
send kilograms about it. "
Rita was watching the sparkles on
the water and the little sail boats dart
ing here and there like children at play.
A row. boat came near the steamer TO
catch the waves as il went by, and went
tossing up and dow as if seeking the
speediest destruction possible.
THE little boat looks so small from
here" said kita. 1T seems as If they
cannot possibly live on the waves. And
vet when at. in one il seems quite
large affair. should feel very sorry
for steamer so unfortunate as TO run
against It. r--
There is a conceit in the mind of
man by reason of which he has tend
ENJOY to think his own position larger
than any other. II is way kind nature
has of keeping us from feeling unuom-
fortably crampel IN small places"
IL never feel the real meaning of time
until come here, " said Paul, as they
walked from the wharf into the city.
ITO have stood still even for quarter
of a century makes city seem to the
progressive eyes of the new world as If
it must have belonged to the most re-
mote ages. Poor Alexandria. She
could not believe that the dynasty of
conservatism was dead and the strong
waves Of radicalism was dashing down
to sweep it into the past, and she was
lost for her blind clinging 10 a dead
faith. slain, like dido, for her con-
stancy."
They were passing tho old Marshall
house.
II went in once" said Rita, "and
stood were Ellsworth was killed.
"How did you feel''
THAT is the worst OF il. did not
feel at all. / had expected to thrill.
There is a shoeshop down below, and a
man was pegging shoes and whistling
the 'Gobble song In a yard opposite,
a woman in ragged dress hung clothes
on line, and sang I'm called little
buttercup, stopping between the bars
to scold dirty-taced child that was
elingins to her. came away"
"..t least, the cloth shoes and the
elothes-line were necessary, and repre-
sented important branches of industry.
They were more useful than many
thrills"
Il ossibly; but ! think the thrills
would have been satisfactory"
That is only the chimera of senti-
mental age. POLITICAL economists woul'
say that Il is good bargain to barter
thrill for pair of shoes"
The calm OF whole century of quiet
Sundays seemed to have fallen upon the
old church. The organ voluntary
foated out upon the solemn stiffness
with much the same effect as might
have been produced by the presence of
a nineteenih.cenlury lady of fashion in
a buried city. Then the music and the
voices died away. floating away OFF into |
an empyrean dream, and Rita saw on.y
the past.
There was a girl in the seat in front |
Of her-a pretty maiden, with red-gold |
hair shot through with silver arrow. |
Rita thought she must be conhden-
tial friend OF gentle Nellie Curtis, and |
she longed 10 ask her what happy secrets
sweet Nellie had intrusted TO her care.
And while she was specializing upon the
feasibility of tempting the maiden to
this breach of confidence, the benedic-
ton was pronounced and Rita came out
OF her reverie of the past to realize that
pretty Nellie was dead and turned to
dust" ages ago, and the square, spacious
old pew opposite was vacant for all
time and the organ was droning out a
farewell to the old days.
'My friends have not come, she said,
looking around the church.
IL am sorry you are disappointed,
he said, craftily concealing his real sem
timents."
They went out into the churchyard
and stood by a century-old grave, on
the tombstone of which was inscribed
the solemn warning:
Alyou tuat cum my grave to >ee.
Prepare yourselves 20 follow me-
R,peat sud turn TO God Ia time
Y,u may be taken in your prime.
1T would have been more generous II
he had put the warning on a guide post
some distance of, so that We might not
have cum bis grave TO see, thereby
avoiding the possible unpleasant contin-
gency, said aul.
But Rita was looking with solemn
eyes and serious face down at the old
time grave.
1T makes me sad to stand by an old
grave like this. Ii Is 20 strange 10 think
that these people all these lying around
Us hsre---were living once. They
walked abont the streets. and went in
and out, and loved and hated, and en-
loyed and suffered. They lived whole
great worlds of their own, and now
even their names are 10. but for the
record on the these stones She looked
beyond the narrow mound with
frightened eyes. "oh ii terrifes me
so TO think that they lived all this
bright, joyful happy life, and now hey
are nothing" cd
They lived, loved and were happy
at least, let Us suppose so, since II is
more comfortable to suppose that than
the reverse. Aud see, this one lived