The Russellville Democrat., 1891-07-02

village green to write about,
| have one, although | have
not seen much of it for some
years past. | am back again
- now. In the language of the
duke who went around with motto
about him, II am herer" and fancy |
am about as happy peasant of the vale
as ever garnished melo-drama, al
though have not as yet danced on
my village green, as the melo-dramatic
peasant usually does on his. 1t was the
case when Rosina Meadows left home.
The time rolls by serenely now--so Sc
renely that don't care what time it is,
which is fortunate, because my watch is
at present in the hands of those 'men of
New York who are called riotors." We
met by chance, the usual way certainly
not by appointment and brought the
interview to close with all possible des-
patch. Assuring them that l wasn't
Mr.. Greeley, particularly, and that he
had never boarded in the private family
where enjoyed the comforts of home,
rendered them my watch, and begged
they would distribute it judiciously
among the laboring classes, as had seen
the rioters styled Uncertain public prints.
Why should | loiter feverishly In
Broadway. stabbing the kissing hot air
with the splendid goldheaded cane that
was presented to me by the citizens OF
Waukegan, Illinois, rs slight testimo-
NAL of their esteem? Why broil in my
x<.o,,,s2 V~,, Gail - mo Mrs. C1.x,,a,so,,
when took possession of those rooms.
that no matter how warm 1t might be. 4
breeze had way of blowing into them,
and that they were, withal, quite coun-
tryfied; but | am bound to say, Mrs.
Gloverson, that there was nothing about
them that ever reminded me, in the re
hottest degree, of daisies or new-mown
hay. Thus, with sarcasm, do | smash
the deceptive Gloverson.
Why stay in New York when had a
village green? gave it up. the same as
would an intricate conundrum-and
in short, am here.
Do ] miss the glare and crash of the
imperial thoroughfare? the milkman,
the fiery, untamed omnibus horses, the
soda fountains, Central Park, and those
things? Yes. do; and can go ON miss
ing 'em for quite spell. and enjoy it.
The village from which | write to
you is small. 1t does not contain over
forty houses, all told; but they are milk
white, with the greenest of blinds, and
for the most part are shaded with beauti-
full elns and willows To the right Of
us is mountain--to the left a lake.
The village nestles between. OF course
it does. never read q novel in my life
in which the village didn't nestle. Viii
lagos invariably nestle. 1t is a kind of
way they have
We are away from the cars. The iron
horse, as my little sister aptly remarks
in her composition On Nature, is never
heard to shrek in our midst; and on the
whole | am glad of it.
The villagers are kindly people. They
are rather incoherent on the subject Of
the war, but not more so, perhaps, than
are people elsewhere. One citizen, who
used to sustain good character, sub
scribed for The Weekly New York Her
aid few months since. and went to
studying the military map in that we'll
known journal for the fireside. | need
not inform you that his intellect now
totters, and he has mortgaged his farm.
In a literary point of view we are blood
thirsty. A pamphlet edition of the life
Of a cheerful being, who slaughtered his
wife and child, and then finished him
ralF haxyft1ex Axrta Caln S,xuf
now.
The store--I must not forget the store.
1t is an object of great interest to me.
usually encounter there on sunny after
moons, an old Revolutionary soldier You
may possibly have read about Another
Revolutionary Soldier gone" but this is
one who hasn't gone. and, moreover. one
who doesn't manifest the slightest inten-
ton of going. He distinctly remembers
Washington, of course; they all do; but
what wish to call special attention to
is the fact that this Revolutionary sol
der is one hundred years old, that his
eyes are SO good that he can read fine
print without spectacles-he never used
them, by the way-and his mind is per-
fectly clear. He is little shaky in one
IF his legs, but otherwise he is as active
IS most men of forty five, and his gener-
Il health is excellent. He uses no to-
bacco, but for the last twenty years he
has drunk one glass of liquor every day
mo more, no less He says he must
have his tod. had begun to have Turk
ing suspicious about this Revolutionary
soldier business, but here Is an original
Jacobs. But because man can drink
glass of liquor day and live TO be
hundred years old. my young readers
must not infer that by drinking two
glasses Of liquor day man can live to
- two hundred. which, meantsr
ay, it doesn't fc.ler," as Joseph Gargery
night observe
This store. in which may constantly
10 found calico and nails and fish and
obaceo in kegs and snuff In bladders. is
venerable establishment. AS long ago
IS 1914 it was an institution. The
country troops on their way to the de
ense of Portland. then menaced by
British ships-of-war. were drawn up in
'ront Of this very store and treated at
he towns expense. Citizens will tell
ron how the clergyman refused to pray
or the troops because he considered the
var an unholy one; and how a somewhat
eccentric person of dissolute habits vol
inteered his services. stating that he
nice had an uncle who was deacon
md he thought he could make toler-
bile prayer. although it was rather out OF
lis line; and how he prayed SO long and
Ibsurdly that the colonel ordered him
inder arrest. bnt that even while soldiers
TODD over him with cleaning bayonets
he reckless being sang q preposterous
ong about his grandmother spotted
'alf. with its Ri-fol-lol tiddary lido;
Ifter which he howled disnally.
And speaking OF the store reminds me