Cheyenne Transporter. (Darlington, Indian Terr.), Vol. 6, No. 2, Ed. 1, Friday, October 10, 1884 Page: 2 of 8
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SOON WILL COME TIIK SNOW.
White nrcthe daises white an milk;
The fltntcly corn is hung with Bilk;
The roses arc in blow.
Love me beloved while you mny
And beg the Hying bourn to suv
For love flhiill end and all delight.
The dnv is long the day is bright;
Hut soon will come the snowl
Up from the meadow-sedires tail
Floats music by the lark's clear call;
ttearlet the lilies glow.
Love me J pray you while you muyx
And beg the Hying hours to stay
Kor Jove shall end. and dear delight.
The day is long the day is bright;
Hut soon will come the suowl
An islet in a shoreless sea
This moment is for you and mo
And bliss that lovers know.
Love me beloved. Soon wo die.
Joys like the swallows quickly llv ;
And love shall end and all delight;
The day is long the day is bright
Hut soon will rone the snow!
JCUzabcth CiiTiiiurjx in The Current.
"NEVER TOO LATE TOM."
"His kind of yout Mr. Browning to
take all this trouble about me" said
Tom Rotors passing bis hand wearily
across his brow but it's too late."
PeorTom! drink had sot its mark
upon him. His face was bloated his
eyes bloodshot his attire tattered and
soiled and the hand he raised to his
forehead displayed the "drunkard's
tremble." He stood by a dilapidated
fence that fronted his patch of garden
where weeds reigned triumphant and
alone. No spade or hoe had touched
it for a year or more and it would
have shamed any man not wholly lost
in an infatuation for drink.
Half down the garden stood a cot-
tage. The door was open and the only
piece of furniture visible was a broken
chair. There were three windows in
front and only one had a curtain.
That was in rags. The person he ad-
dressed was a portly good-humored
looking man of fifty well-dressed and
many signs of being well-to-do upon
him. He was the under steward of
the Kendall estate a property of some
importance in the west of England
and Tom Kogors was one of tho work-
men employed upon it.
He was considered a handy fellow
and nothing came amiss to him at a
pinch. Ho could do a litlc carpenter-
ing a bit of bricklaying "masoning"
they call it down that way thatch a
cottage mow grass and cultivate a
Jdtchcn-garden with wonderful suc-
cess considering tho means at his
command and ho used to do all in
turn until he got led away to the pub-
lie-house. And after that what did he
do? Comparatively nothing.
"You must not talk in that way re-
plied Mr. Browning. "It is never too
late Tom. dive it up sign tho
pledge and pray to God for strength
to keep it. There's work waiting 'for
"Work for hands liko these?" said
Tom bitterly as lie held up his palsied
palms. "No no; and if there were
what good would it do? I've lost
everything and at forty-four I'm an
old man. My two sons are working
in Hath and they'll have nothing to
do with me-"
"Or you with them Tom which is
"Well sir it's a quarrel all around.
They are like you they won't touch
drink; and the' were always hammer-
ing at mo about it and no father likes
to bo talked to by his sons."
"I've heard that they used to beg
and j) ray of you to give up drink"
said Mr. Browning quietly.
"So they did" replied Tom" with a
romorsoful look "and I might have
took it more kindly. Then they left
me and went their way. Their mother
followed them last night."
I Ins is news sad news to i.
said Mr. Browning gravely.
"It's true. There's a broken chair
sir by the door almost tho last bit of
furniture left in the house. If that
chair could speak it would toll tho
tale of what I did last night."
"You struck her Tom?"
"Ay sir; and she bore it like a wo-
man But sho went away this morn-
ing more for my sake than her own
1 believe. 'Good by Tom' sho said;
'the drink's made you hate me and
maybe it may lead you to murdor me
so I'll go; and if you want a bito' help
write or come to soo mo and the boys.'
Thon she went away and I saw hor
brushing away the toars from her eyes
-as sho turned tho cornor of the road.
Poor thing! we've boon married just
on twenty-three years and it's a sad
ending to it all."
"And after this said Mr. Browning
will you still koep tojdrink?'
"It's the drink that keeps hold of
me" replied Tom with another des-
pairing motion of his hands; "it's got
me in iron bands and I'm helpless.
It's too late to save me."
"Never too late Tom ncvor4 too
late!" insisted his kind mentor. "Now
where aro you going?"
"To 'The King's Head' sir. I've
got threepence in' my pocket and I've
the craving online" replied Tom.
"Give me the money" said Mr.
Browniug; "come I'm going to make
a bargain with you. I'll take you home
to my house and show you two pic
tures and if you want to go to The"
King's Head' after having seen them
"If you can't turn me sir" said
Tom shaking his head 'pictures
"At any rate we can make tho ex-
periment" was the cheery reply.
"I'll follow sir I'm not fit to be
seen. Last night I lay about in my
clothes and if you give me few min-
utes I'll tidy up a bit."
"No come at once and as you are"
and Tom after a little more demur-
l ing was induced to go.
Mr. Browning's house was on a
western slope near the charming vil-
lage of Recti mere a pleasant roomy
place with ample grounds and a bit
of meadow land for his pony to graze
in. Tom had often noticed its beauties
having really a love for rural scenery
but never so much admired them as he
did on that pleasant summer after-
noon. Perhaps he had his own home
in his mind's eye by way of contrast.
"Any man ought to be happy here
sir" said Tom.
"He could not be happy and would
wreck it in six months if ho took to
drink" was the sententious answer.
Tom was ushered into the dining-
room and Mr. Browning who seemed
determined doubtless with good rea-
son not to leave him rang the bell
and desired a neat servant who re-
sponded to bring his portfolio of
photographs lorn began to wonder
whether ho was mad. How could a
photograph possibly work reformation
within him or break the toils diink
had put about him?
But the portfolio was brought and
Mr. -Browning who certainly liad the
appearance of not being sane but of
being very earnest in what he was
doing opened it and selecting one of
the plates put it beforo Tom.
It was tho portrait of a man in tho
last stage of rags filth and intoxica-
tion lying in a huddled heap against
a brick wall in a mid-day drunkard's
sleep. On either side of him and
parted no doubt to enable the pho-
tographer to get a full view of him
was a little crowd of people some
gazing at him in amazement and not
a tew in disgust
"You can see what is the matter with
him" said Mr. Browning.
"He's drunk sir" replied Tom in
a shame-faced tone of voice; and look-
"Here is the second photograph"
said Mr. Browning putting it beforo
him "the drunkard's house; a cottage
not unliko yours Tom and a garden
cultivated as little as yours has been
of late. That man was like you too
a good workman; tho drink got hold of
him and he came down to what you
sco him lying there. A speculative
photographer seeing him in that state
thought he would make a good subject
or rather a selling one and took him
while ho was unconscious. This
picture was a great success it sold;
but the subject of it know nothing
about what had been done uritilvonc
day when ho was sober because ho
had no money and no credit he was
passing a shop window and saw a little
herd of people staring at this picture.
They were laughing and jesting on it
when one of them turned and saw him.
Look horc' he said 'hero's tho very
man' and then he crept away rod to
the roots of his hair for very shame."
"And no wonder" said Tom softly;
"it was hard on him to bo took in that
way without his knowing it. '
"Ho would not have objected if he
had bicn asked while ho was in drink
and could havo got a pint of beor for
tho sitting. But it so happened that
buing taken as he was saved him from
tho miserable tlo.ith ho was hastening
to. Drink had made him a picture for
men to loathe or laugh at according
to their way of thinking and manly
pride was not quite dead within him
any more than it is in you Tom."
"Almost sir" said jTom hanging
"No no" replied Mr. Browning;
"nor is it ever really dead in an honest
man while ho is living. Well this
man having got clear of the people
who wore laughing at him went home
thinking all the way and when ho got
there he told his wife then a poor sick
and suflcring woman with a babe at
the breast tLM he meant with God's
help never to touch a drop again.
Now 'Torn looking at that picture of
this man do you think he could keep
"I don't think he could sir" replied
"But thero you are wrong my lad.
Ho kept sober and issobor to this day
and the first thing he did when he had
signed the pledge was to go and thank
the photographer for what ho had done
lie was natural) taken aback for he
could not believe that he had photo-
graphed this man; but afterward he
was very pleased and came to photo-
graph the cottage He took it before
the reformed man had time to make
any alteration in it and when the pic-
ture was done he brought them both
to him. 'There' he said 'when you
become a happier and more prosper-
ous man as I am sure you will a look
at these pictures won't do you any
harm and may do some-body else
good.' And they have been kept until
"And you knew the man sir?" said
Tom doubtfully. "You can vouch for
the truth of the story?"
"Tom Tom" said Mr. Browning
"are you blind? Can't you sep that I
am trusting you with the secret of my
early life (and indeed it is really one)
because I can see no other way to
"And you and this man here "
"Aro one and the same Tom. Now
do you wonder when I tell you it is
ne-s er too late to turn from the poison-
cup? Here is your money. Do you
wish to go to -Hie lung's Head now?"
"1 think not sir" replied Tom. in
a low tone; "but it will be a hard
"Not so hard as you think after the
first pinch" replied Mr. Browning.
"Whatever is worth having costs
labor or a struggle and surely sobriety
is a priceless boon to a workingman.
Eighteen years ago I was that drunk-
ard there. What am I now? I do
not wish to boast Tom ; it is only that
you may benefit by my story that I tell
it to you. Take hold of sobriety cling
to it pray for strength to keep hold of
it and ere long you will find that it
will lay hold of you and lead you out
of the slough of drunkenness to the
pleasant pastures of a decent life."
Tom's time to be awakened had
come and having signed the pledge at
the instigation of the steward he wen.
home singing softly to himself "Never
too late." On his way he bought a
loaf of bread with tho money that was
to have gone to "The King's Head"
and that suJHccd him until the morrow
when he went to work and obtaining
from Mr. Browning who had never
appeared in a happier mood a small
sum on account laid in a few neces-
saries. "I am going to live alone for a
month sir" he said at tho close of the
first day and then I shall simply write
to my wife and tell her that I want
her. She'll come straight away and
the boys with hor too if they think
that anything is wrong with me."
He cleared his garden of weeds at
night dug it and planted it with
winter stun" then looked to the house
vcpa'h'lrijf shaky doors and broken win-
dows living all the whilo on hard fare
and getting a few necessaries for tho
home together contriving in tho time
he named to give it a homely pleasant
"It's only a beginning sir" he said
to Air. Browning when ho showed him
the arrangements he had made. "By-and-by
this shall be the most comfort-
able cottage of the village."
Then ho wroto to his wife a few
words and she oamo at once fearing
he was ill and accompanied by two
brown-faced honest lads his sons; and
it would be vain to attempt to depict
their surprise and pleasure when they
saw tho change that had boon wrought
in their once wrotched home aiuFin
their father too. Why should we dw ell
on either? Sullice it to say that this
home became truly "A Happy Home."
The blessings of temperance soon led
to the highest blessings of the gospel
of salvation. Tmu Rogers his wife and
their two sons may be seen in God's
house eery Lord's' day and perhaps
no hearts in tho congregation are more
grateful than theirs for the Savior's
love and mercy. British Workman.
What a judicious discursive critic
he was with a ilavor of sarcasm and
dogmatism ever and anon in his bene-
ficent pages! Hunt as James Hannay
concisely put it was a born taster
His sense of artistic propriety was
unique. He was not afraid to be liber-
al being sure of himself. He was an
epicure at quotations and the chief
charm both of his style and his schol-
arship is that he knew and upheld the
"peerage of words" the nobilities of
English speech. Therefore it is that
if Hunt is not popular in the senso he
wished he has at least a choice circle
perpetualy about him. The lovers of
"The exhaustless world of books and
art of the rising genius of young au-
thors the immortal language of music
trees and the memorial nooks of town
and country" arc his friends.
Hunt was tall erect and slender
with the "sweet and earnestlook" that
Shelley notes. In his early manhood
His face was like a summer night
All Hooded with a dusky light
and sparkling with animation; but in
his declining year the gayety save in
his smile and in the occasional "Hashes
of youth" in his fine eyes seemed to
have died away; and in its stead came
the aspect of grave thoutfulness which
we see in the portrait perlixed to his
latest book. He had undergone the
combined attacks of melancholy and
ill-health but his step was always
elastic and his chest ample. His head
was handsomely shaped and covered
with rather straight Indian-like black
hair; Byron's hats as well as Keats'
and Shelley's were too small for him.
Carlyle somewhere refers to his "pretty
little laugh sincere and cordial; his
voice with its ending musical warble
( 'chirl' we called it) which reminded
one of a singing-birds." It would
have been better for Hunt since his
lines lay not in tho planet Mercury
but in this rough-and-tumble world
had ho been cast in a less delicate
mold; unless we hold with Lowell that
the infusion of "some finer-grained
stuft'fora woman prepared" is no
drawback and that nature
Could not havo hit a more excellent plan
For making him fully and perfectly man.
Hunt's preferences were after Eve-
lyn's own heart and turned toward
books and a garden. He was not too
exacting; he relished a page "be-
thumbed horribly" and found beauty
in a toadstool. But he had little per-
sonal claim over any land or any
library. He was doctor sine libris the
greater part of his life; wretchedlv
poor from 1830 to 18-10 and forced to
sell his folios for tho bare necessities
Fair lover all his days of all things fair
none deserve better by services tem-
perament and generous habits to be
surrounded with luxuries and to be
blessed with some othoi revenue than
his good spirits morel'. Hazlitt un-
derstood his needs and their involved
denials. "Leigh Hunt" he said con-
scious that he was speaking in a world
where labor is the immutable law
"ought to bo allowed to play sing
laugh and talk his life away; to pat-
ronize men of letters; to write manly
prose and elegant verse" Not a tithe
of such luck befell his sunny-hoarted
friend. The deprivations which Hunt
could not lessen he bore with philo-
sophic serenity. Ocfo&er Atlantic.
The Fascinating Coachman.
An aged aristocratic resident of
Fifth avenue on returning home from
his Wall street office told his wife that
he had hired a new coachman the for-
mer one having smashed up the car-
riage while drunk.
"I hope he is safe" she remarked.
"Of course ho is safe but ho
wouldn't be safo if wo had daugh-
Two weeks afterwards tho old lady
herself had eloped with the coachman
but the afiair was suppressed on ac-
count of the respectability of tho par-
ties implicated.- Texas Sif tings.
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