Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-11-25
SNAP SHOTS IN SEASON.
HEAVEN alene offers fulfillment of you
best and holiest wishes.

HEAVEN alene offers fulfillment of your
| best and holest wishes
THE village store was a cozy place in the
| young days, wasn't it : Y ou didn't take much
| notice OF the odd combination which Uttered
| floor, shelves and counter then. o, no! 1t was
veritable museum for the youthful fancy in the
idle hours of childhood. 1t was full of won
ders, to be sure. Nuts from land far, far
away. Cloth that came in ships and cars.
Mysteriously marked boxes from Everywhere.
Teas from Chinn and spices from Ceylon. Pins
from a foreign land and spikes and nails
from a big inill where iron ran like
water. Sugar from a sunny cline and silks
from threads span in a land of flowers. Furs
from regions OF ice and snow and gauzy, fluffy
stuffs from looms worked by fairy fingers.
Everything on tile earth above, the treasures 1t
hid from your young eyes, we're spread in
disorder which fascinated, though it makes
you softly smile now, of course And then in
the corner was the postoffice. too Letters
bearing oddly colored stamps. huge
waters, awe-inspiring writing, soiled in
long journey or fresh with the
odor of a perfume which some one would
recognize-some bearing broad black border,
which surely made you shiver then as IL does
now-came ami were carried away by the
owners. And you longed for a letter. too, now
didn't our Then the village head men-the
preacher the teacher, the blacksmith, the
shoemaker, the doctor, the druggist, the mil
Ter, the sawyer--gathered there and discussed,
to you and 10 Ine the weightiest ques-
tions. The village needs and the village health,
the villages moral and spiritual welfare the
schools progress and the church's debt next
years cattle show and the county's crop out
look, the weather as it was and the weather as
it should be, all were turned over by the group
of good old men while you sat there,
sharp-eared, open-mouthed, wide-eyed. Then
the candles burned low, the wood in
the stove was handful of hot
ashes, purchasers ceased to barter the
glass boxes of the postoffice only reflected the
flicker of the mellow lights, the shopkeeper
yawned, and soon the iron bar held the bolt that
bound the shutters to the window frame, and
the country store was given over to the ghosts
which came from the distant lands along with.
the stuffs in the big boxes. There you first
learned that the world was wide. There you
first shifted the cdors of the Orient and dreamed
of sea and ships. There came the first longing
for peep at tho world. There you decided to
become rover or q recluse. There you
formed the first fancy which brought mist into
your mothers oye and caused your fathers
hand to tremble.
A GOOD novel is novelty in this age of rot
and realism.
THE world will never be without something
to talk about SO long as the North Pole is un-
discovered.
SELF-MADE women are quite numerous, ,::but
they are of little use in the world.
TIME is money, but we get it on tick just the
same.
THE sweetest songs are those still to he sung,
The finest pictures have not yet been hung;
The rarest flowers have not yet been born,
The brightest Jewels have not yet been worn.
But Love will be the same as it is now.
Still meeting lips will seal the marriage vow;
For so it was, it is. twill ever be.
Till sweeter bliss comes with Eternity.
SOME folk would sooner be beggars in soci-
ETY. than leaders in the working world.
ENvIoUs people should be pitied, but not
petted.
BUFFALO BILL has jumped from the parlor
to the pIains and has taken charge of portion
of Uncle Sans Wild West show. This is the
best advertising opportunity Bill has had since
he went into the business.
THE doubter is always generally in the dark.
THE Steubenvile ladies who want to muzzle
skirt dancers should give them little more
muslin.
THE doctor stands at the cradle and the
preacher at the grave Between the two the
lawyer manages to pick up good living.
SOCIETY prophets predict a gay season in
Washington next winter. Those who will soon
forsake the Capital might as well have good
time while they can.
A NEW JERSEY woman named Blessing,
who was cared for by Pittsburgers, has dis
appeared without even blessing Her benefac-
tors What's in a name, after all
AN AFRICAN EPISODE
To the heart of Darkest Africa missionary
went,
Bent on telling dusky cannibals that they
should all repent.
He was clad in lofty purpose, had neither shot
nor shell,
Only beads and gaudy calico to please the
Afric belle