The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1889-03-21

IS you'll please remark
Before he dashed out OF the light, to leave tho
child here the dark.
Yet we didn't call him q fool when We picked
him up There's no need
To be telling lad the truth, when he hasn't
the sense to heed
And don't think Fools the word wen ret
carved on yon slab OF stone,
Though he tc1s such q fool-oh ave- such . fool
Is I've seldom known.
-Cornhill Magazine.
TIM, THE BLACKSMITH.
How He Learned the Valuable
Lesson OF Contentment.
Timothy Hooper, or Tim. the Black
smith, as he was generally called, was
un honest. Woodworking man. and BY
means Of these qualities was enabled
to maintain his family. frugally indeed,
yet not without happiness and COM
fort He was respected by his neigh
bors for his sturdy independence. and
esteemed for his neighborly kindness.
His family consisted Of a wife and four
children, varying in age from seven
teen to two. They formed q happy
and united household--at least, until a
certain event, which am now about TO
describe, disturbed their tranquility.
There had recently moved into the
neighborhood wealthy man named
Norcross, who forthwith proceeded to
make himself home by buying q
large lot Of valuable land and build
ing thereon = house, which exceeded
in cost and splendor any thing that had
ever been known in the village.
One morning Tim received informa.
ton that Squire Norcross, for such was
the title which his wealth had OBJ.
tanned for him, was DESTROYS Of seeing
him-that is, the Decentralization,
some work in his line.
Accordingly. Timothy went up te
the squire's new house.
It was furnished beyond any thing
which Timothy had ever seen. The
rich, soft carpets which sank beneath
the pressure OF his foot, the rosewood
furniture, the long mirrors which re.
fected his entire figure, with his whole,
but rough clothing. making him feel as
Il, somehow, he We're out Of place; the
beautiful cngravings-gems OF art
which adorned the walls-all these
made up a scene OF elegance and lux.
ury which aroused in the breast Of
Tim, the Blacksmith. feelings Of which
he had never before been conscious.
These feelings were sense OF dis
content with his own situation, envy
directed toward the fortunate possessol
OF SO much beauty, and spirit OF re
pining which led him to charge Prov
idence-he called it fortune-with q
unequal distribution of its gifts.
1t was in such a room as has beer
described above that he found Squire
Norc-oss. The latter was clad il
dressing-gown and slippers. and wa.
leaning back in aluxurious arm chair
His foot rested upon a cricket. ant
appeared bandaged. This, however
did not specially attract Timothy,
notice.
lie did observe. however, that tn,
squire wore a peevish, discontentei
look; in fact, looked any thing but pleas
ant, which surprised him somewhat HI
did not look as if he was in the enjoy.
ment Of very robust health, and hi.
form looked punny and insignificant,
beside the stout and vigorous black
smith.
The squire received him politely,
and explained with some detail wha,
it was he desired done.
After these preliminaries were over,
Tim was about to go when the squire
stopped him.
wait a moment, Mr. Hooper"
said he. II am sure you must be hun.
CRY. Let me order a little refresh.
ments. Will you just pull the bell.
rope?'
This was done and servant made
her appearance.
Some cake and wine." said Squire
Norcross. shortly.
1t was brought and glasses were
poured out for the squire and hi.
guest.
i drink your health" said tn,
squire, politely, for he could be court
eous when he chose.
Thank you, sir" said Tim, awk
wardly, as, with little feeling of EN-
barrassment, he placed the glass to hi
lips and quaffed its contents
He smacked his lips after il. H
could not help it, for to him it SCENE,
delicious. What. then, was his aston
ishment to see the squire put dow
his own glass scarcely tasted. with al
expression of disgust, and cxclaime,
with frown and in harsh tone {,
the servant, who was just leaving tn
room:
What do you mean by bringin,
me such stuff"
Isn't it right?" faltered tn,
servant
Right! Have you the face to asl
me if it is? Why, it can't be NOR,
than year old. No wine is fit I,
drink till it has at least five years
age. Go back and bring me som,
from u different bin"
These servants are SO careless.
he exclaimed; "but she must tax,
care not to serve me such q tricl
again.
Tim marveled at the superior de
licacy Of taste which found that dis
gusting. which, TO his own untutore,
taste. seemed delicious.
"Howevcr." thought he. and
spice Of enry was in the thought,
suppose these rich folks arc dideren,