Evening journal., 1905-04-06

says, Please gr me little piece O.
pie
'An' she mebbe iops into chair an
says sobbin', There ain none left my
child
mo piel Now Mr.. Chairman" ex-
claimed the orator as he lifted both
hands high above bis head. IF this
amt misery. in Gods name what Is
It?
Years ago when l was a young
man, Mr.. President, / went TO dance
one night at the village Of Migleyville
got a toothache, an the devil tempted
me with whisky, an l TUX one glass
an then another an purity soon be-
gun & think | was a mighty hefty sort
Of q character ! did, an l stud on
corner an stumped everybody T. fight
with me, an blme by an aecommodat-
in kind Of chap come along am that's
4 all ! remember o. what happened
When I come TO my coat tails had been
tore off. I'd lost one leg o. my trousers,
a bran new silver watch, tew dollars in
money an pair O. spectacless When
I stud up an tried t realize what he'd
happened'I felt jes like a blind roos-
ter with only one leg an no taD feath-
ers"
A roar Of laughter followed these
frank remarks Of Mr.. Upper and
broke into a storm of merrlment when
1 Uncle Eb rose and said:
"Mr President, l hope you see that
the misfortunes of our friend was due
& war an not TO intemperance.r
Mr.. Tupper was unhorsed. For some
minutes he stood helpless or shaking
with the emotion that possessed all.
Then he finished lamely ana sat down.
The narrowness Of the man that saw
so much where there was so little in
his own experience and IN the trivial
events of his own township was what /
now recognize as most valuable TO the
purpose of this history. It was a mar
rowness that covered a multitude Of
people In st. Lawrence county in those
days.
Jed Feary was greeted with applause
and then by respectful silence when he
rose to speak. The fame of his verse
and his learning had gone far beyond
the narrow boundaries of the township
IN which he lived 1t was the biggest
thing in the county. Many a poor sin
ner who had gone out Of PARKWAY to
his long home got his first praise in the
obituary poem by Jed Feary. These
tributes were generally published in the
county paper and paid for by the rela-
tlves of the deceased at the rate Of a
dollar a day for the time spent on them
or by a few days Of board and lodging
glory and consolation that was, alas,
too cheap, as one might see by a glance
at his forlorn figure.
shah never forget the courtly man
ner. so strangely in contrast with the
rude department OF other men in that
place with which he addressed the
chairman and the people. The drawl-
ing dialect Of the vicinity that favored
his conversation fell from him like a
mantle as he spoke, and the light in his
soul shone upon that little company
a great light, as I now remember that
filled me with burning thoughts Of the
world and its mighty theater of action.
The way Of my life lay clear before me
as / listened and its days Of toll and
The sweet success my God has given
me, although / take 1t humbly and hold
it inhnitelysabove my merit I was to
get learning and seek some way Of ex-
pressing what was I'm me.
II would il become me TO try to re.
peat the words OF this venerable seer
but he showed that intemperance was
an individual sin, while war was a
national evil. That one meant often
the ruin Of race, the other the ruin OF
a family; that one was as the ocean,
the other as n single drop I'm its waters.
And he told us Of the fall OF empires
and the millions that had suffered the
oppression Of the conqueror and per
ished by the sword Of Agamemnon.
After the debate a young lady read a
literary paper fall Of clumsy wit, rude
chronicles Of the countryside, essays on
"Sprlng" and like toplcs-the work Of
the best talent Of PARKWAY. Then
came the decision, after which the
meeting adjourned.
At the door some boys tried Ito cut
ME out" I came through the noisy
crowd. however with Hope on my arm
and my heart full Of a great happiness
did you Ike it?' she asked.
every much" l answered.
"What did you enjoy most2"
"Your company" l said, with fine
air Of galantry.
"HonestlyT
Honestly. want to take you to
Richards some time"
This was indeed a long cherished
hope
"Maybe won't let you," she said.
Wouldn't you"
you'd better ask me some time and
see"
Il shall / wouldn't ask any other
girl"
Well she added. with n sigh, III a
boy likes one girl | don't think he
ought TO have anything to do with 9TH
er girls. hate a filrt"
happened to hear a football IN the
snow behind us, and. looking back saw
Ann Jane Foster going slow in easy
hearing. She knew all as we soon
found out.
Il dew jes' love I see young folks en-
Joy themselves" said she. "Its en-
troncin'w
Coming in at our gate, saw a man
going over the wall back Of the big
stables. The house was dark.