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MOORE'S RURAL NEW- YORKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 



SEPT. 25. 



Chair* 



THE B0IS4 



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iUj«ti«Jlj grand. 

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LII'E -HISTORY OF A MOWING WOMAN. 



Chapter I. 



It was a email house — DOt more than large 

 enough for "the iwmo," yon would bave thought, 

 — bat there were tome four or five flaxen heads 

 bobbing about in the currant and sweet-brier bush- 

 es that grew thickly by tbo front yard fence; heads 

 in which perpetual motion seemed to be well on 

 ilH way towarda perfect development, judging from 

 the chattering of briny tongues. 



There was a low door, with a wooden-barred, 

 pantry window on one side of it, at the east end 

 of the bouse, and in the Bunsbine of the June 

 morniDg a tall, black-eyed, basiling woman went 

 bnnlly back and forth before it, stopping now and 

 th^n to see, as she said, " what rnUcbief the young 

 ones were into;'' administering a Blight cuff here 

 mid a puwh there to keep them in order, nod call- 

 ing often to IIe&teb, telling her that she "must 



take care of that baby— if she didn't "and 



the rest would be lost inside the door. 



But at last Iherc waB a cry that must have arous- 

 ed the "seven sleepers," had they been in that 

 vicinity — a cry tbat could come in each volamin- 

 ons force from no longs bot those of a young, atom 

 specimen of babyhood — find, In a moment, Hibtek 

 came, carrying ihe boy, holdinc him, as one conld 

 see. with all the strength of her slight arms, and, 

 with a look of trouble on her face tbat would bave 

 been more becoming some half-score of years In 

 the future, sat down with him in the door; trying, 

 in the time, with all the baby-pleasing art she was 

 master of, to quiet him. Bat no, baby kicked and 

 screamed, and grew purple in the face by holding 

 lils l-reath ; he was warm and tired, and hadn't any 

 idea of laughing at the pink sun-bonnet which 

 bad put him in an ecstacy of delight an hour 

 before, 



"I never I" sold Hester's mother, with a very 

 nnamlable frown over her black ejee, "why can't 

 yon keep blm still? I don't believe you try." 



"I«o try," answered Hester, quiokly, with a 

 little quiver at the corners of her month, adding, 

 In an undertone, as a pouting look took its place, 

 "you never think I do, though." 



"I never think you do!' 1 repeated her mother, 

 nbarply, "what a dreadful ugly mother you have 

 got, haven't yon T Here, give him to me, and go 

 where you please, there's no use in trying to have 

 you help me, or in wanting to make a good girl of 

 yon, either.'' 



The child went out, walking slowly, with her 

 fingers palling ot her bunnet-strlngs, giving the 

 lattice-gate a sharp slam as she closed It, and look- 

 ing steadily berore her «j notbiDg and far nothing, 

 jot with a light in her eyes half-wistful and 

 halfongry. She *a< Uot handsome, not even pret- 

 ty. Her face was thin and her complexion dark. 

 her hair parted and bound back tightly over her 

 forehead, and her eyes, dark and deep though they 

 were, you would say that they held scarcely more 

 beauty than bene. She walked on, down the road 

 that passed her home, into a foot-path that led 

 through the forest, then, with a burst of passion, 

 threw herself heedlessly on the ground. 



" I am wicked,'' she said, with the sobs breaking 

 through her words; "nicked and naughty, and I 

 never shall be good, fer I grow worse every day. 

 I know it. and God knows it, but I can't help it, 

 H«< i rush I was dead. I don't care if it ,, 



wicked to say so. Mother don't like me, she never 

 did, she never wilt It makes me mad to hear her 

 fret at me, and I believe she tries to make me ugly. 

 Ob, If I had never been born." 

 Chapter H. 



"Father, pleaae don't, they won't hurt any. 



thing." 



Don't what! do you suppose I'm going to have 

 * ^JMdiddlea stuck up over the looking-glass? 

 loot you? I cant 

 and yon 



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 " But I gat In 



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*bavc *iih ih ' f 

 needn't think r a goi ,^00^^ ou tospend 

 ""*■ foolery." 



1 'hem Sunday." 



stick over the look.ng.gU*. Tou / ^ 



enough forcing with them p i lpiy poajM ^ |he 

 froat yard, io earn your clothe,, i ,h 0Qldn . t to 

 sorry at all if the hog* got in and tax them ut> 

 some night." v 



It was Hsstks of the olden time— Hxstek who 



had dashed her hot forehead on the moss in the 

 forest six years before, and you would have known 

 her, much as she had changed, bad you seen the 

 fiery crimson flash over her cheek, and the more 

 fiery rush of anger to her deep eyes. She was 

 eighteen, and prettier than she used to be, though 

 not happier. ■ A picture for an artist," you would 

 have aatd, had yoo seen her then, at first with her 

 band laid pleadingly on her father's arm, then with 

 a step that had In it as much msjeety ss scorn, and 

 more anger than either, walking out of the room, 

 down • path to the only corner where there were 

 no currants and sweet briers. 



There was a small but prettily arranged bed of 

 common flowers here, and with the compression 

 of her lips giving way a little, but do softening of 

 the eyes, she bent over them, holding the blossoms 

 instant, then gathering them In her 

 hands, they lay. in another moment, where her 

 father had wished them, on the noses of a couple 

 of grunting porkers. 



Why, Hebteb Maksdiw, you've spoilt your 

 posy-bed. What makes you look so?" said a boy 

 who bad bounded out after her as she left the 



Go off and mind your business," said she, curt- 

 ly, " don't you come near me, or I'll cnt your ears 



i with as stately a step as she had 



gone oot, and began setting Ihe table, putting the 



plates down with a sl*ro, and a disregard of aU 



order that Bhe had never been guilty of before. 



Chapter III. 



"Hesteb, John Gkeen has bought the farm 

 that joins mine, and I think it would be a good 

 plan for him to settle down in a home of his own. 

 Don't you?" 



"I've nothing to do with John Green's affairs." 



" But maybe yon will bave sometime. He'd like 

 to get yon for a wife maybe." 



"JonH Green may get somebody that wants 

 him, /don't" 



you expect to take care of yonrself 

 always? The ohildren ore growing up, and I " 



" You want to get rid of me, do you?" 



"Why, I thought " 



" Yes, I know what you thought," was Hester's 

 muttered rejoinder, and she went out at the front 

 door as though her anger was on the point of an 



She walked down to the gate, and stood leaning 

 over it, her face wearing a look tbat told, plainer 

 than words could have done, what a strife there 

 was within. There was a cluster of yellow butter- 

 cups at her feet, and, palling off a handful, she 

 held them up in the sun. "To think," she said, 

 looking at them, "that I should love flower?, when 

 I am going to marry John Gkeen; for marry him 

 I will," giving the flowers a tasa into the middle 

 of the road, "though 1 die the next minute. I've 

 stayed here, where I'm not wanted, just as long as 

 I shall; I'll have a homo of my own if I do have 

 to take an ogre with it; then we'll see whether I 

 can bavo things as I want them or not." 



Well, John Greek, the " ogre," an awkward, green- 

 looking chap, carried his stoga boots over farmer 

 Haksdkn's threshold the next Sandfly evening, 

 tmd Hesteh, in answer to his stammered speech 



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, bring 1 

 i night." 



1 WilTB 



r herr 



whether there was, in her 

 heart, any struggle between the ideal of her maid- 

 enhood and the reality that was to be; for, what 

 ever of pain or passion might have been within, 

 she was, outwardly, a very cold, quiet bride, and, 

 in her new home, went resolutely to the labor that 

 awaited her, 



" Yes, he's well off as to land," say the good peo- 

 ple of Mercer village, when you notice the broad 

 acres and white farm-house of John Green, "but 

 deliver us from the tongue of bis 



life < 



: off 



It i 



enough, all this, that they tell of Mrs. Hester 

 Green's scolding propensities, but do you see 



how Bhe has grown to thin? — how the love and 

 longings were crushed out of her heart? — how 

 passion came in when pain made way? 



Scolding women are one of the bug-bears of the 

 age, and rightly enough too, for all experience 

 goes to show that life "in the corner of the house- 

 top" is better than with the possesser of a sharp 

 tODgne, but "hopefol pity, not disdain" may be as 

 righteously felt and thown in such cases of dere- 

 liction from womanly duty as any other, so remem 

 ber Hesteb Mabpden, and bave chanty, at least, 

 for the snap-short dialect of frowning matrons, 

 for perhaps if 



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truly that the "depth of the abyss 

 manhood falls may be but the i 

 height of childhood's pain. 





THE REWARD OF COURTESY. 



A tew years ago, on a radiant spring afternoon, 

 two men, who from their conversation appeared 

 to be foreigners, stopped before tbe gate of one of 

 our large workshopBin Philadelphia, for the manu- 

 facture of locomotive engines. Entering a small 

 office, the elder of the two men inquired of the 

 superintendent in attendance, if he wonld permit 

 them to inspect the works. 



" Yon can pass in and look about, if yon please;" 

 said the superintendent, vexed apparently at being 

 Intmnpted in the pemsal of hia newspapers. He 

 then scanned the two strangers more closely. — 

 They were respeotably but plainly clad, and evi- 

 dently made no pretensions to official dignity of 

 any kind. 



"la there any one who can show na over the es- 

 tablishment and explain matters to as?" asked Mr. 

 Wolfe, the elder of the stranger. 



"You must pick your own way, gentlemen," re- 

 plied the superintendent, "we are all too busy to 

 attend to every party tbat comes along, I'll thank 

 yon not to Interrupt the workmen by asking 



It was not so much the matter, as the manner of 

 his reply, tbat was offensive t* Sir. Wolfe and his 

 companion. It was spoken with a certain official 

 assumption of superiority, mingled with contempt 

 for the visitor*, indicating a haughty and selfish 

 temper on the part of the speaker. 



"I think we will not troable yon," said Mr.Wolfe 



bowing; and taking his companion's arm they 



"If there is anything I dislike, it is incivility," 

 said Mr. Wolfe, when they were In tbe street ■ I 

 do not blame the man for not wishing to show us 

 over his establishment; be is no doubt annoyed 

 *nd interrupted by many heedless visitors; bot he 

 might hate dismissed us with courtesy. He might 

 bave sent oe away better content with a gracione 

 refusal, than with an ungracious consent" 



"Perhaps we shall have better luck here," said 

 tbe other stranger; and they stopped before an- 

 other workshop of a similar kind. They were re- 

 ceived by a brisk little man. the head clerk, appar- 

 ently, who in reply to their request to be shown 

 over the establishment answered. "Oh, yea! come 

 with me, gentlemen. This way." So saying, he 

 hurried them along the area strewed with iron 

 bars, broken and rusty wheels of iron, fragments of 

 old cylinders, into the principal workshop. 



Here, without stopping to explain any one thing, 

 be led the strangers along with the evident inten- 

 tion of getting rid of tbem as eoon as possible. 

 When they paused where the workmen were rivet- 

 ing the external castings of a boiler, the clerk 

 looked at his watch, tapped his right foot against 

 an iron tube, and showed other signs of impatience. 

 Whereupon Mr. Wolfe remarked,— "We will not 

 detain you longer, sir," and with his friend took 



"This man is an Improvement on the other," 

 said Mr. Wolfe, "but all the civility he has is on 

 the surface; it does not come from the heart. We 



The strangera walked on for nearly half a mile 

 in silence, when one of them pointed to a picture 

 of a locomotive engine with a train of cars under- 

 neath. It overtopped a small building, not more 

 than ten feet in height, communicating with a 

 yard and a workshop, '• Look," said the observer, 

 "here is a machinist whose name is not on ou 

 list Probably it was thought too small a concern 

 for our purposes," said his companion. " Never- 

 theless, let us try it," said Mr. Wolfe. 



They entered, and found at the desk a middle- 

 aged man, whose somewhat grimmy aspect and 

 apron round bis waist, showed that he divided his 

 laborB between the workshop and the count ing- 



" We want to look over your works, if you bare 

 no objection." 



" It will give me great pleasure to show you all 

 that is to be seen," said the mechanic, with a 

 pleased alacrity, ringing a bell, and telling the boy 

 who entered to take charge of the office. 



He then led the way, and explained to the 

 strangers the whole process of constructing a loco- 

 motive engine. He showed them how tbe various 

 parts of the machinery were manufactured, and 

 patiently answered all their questions. He told 

 them of an improved mode of tubing boilers, by 

 which tbe power of generating steam was increas- 

 ed, and showing with what care he provided for 

 security from bursting. 



Two hours passed rapidly away. Tho strangers 

 were delighted with the intelligence displayed by 

 tho mechanic, end with hie frank, attentive and 

 unsuspicious manners. "Here is a man who loves 

 his profession so well, that he takes pleasure in 

 explaining its mysterieBtoallwho can understand 

 them," thought Mr. Wolfe. 



" I am afraid we have given you a deal of trouble," 

 said the other stranger. 



"Indeed, gentlemen, I have enjoyed your visit," 

 said the mechanic, "and shall be glad to see you 

 again," 



"Perhaps wo may," said Mr. Wolfe; and the 

 strangers departed. 



Five months afterwards, as the mechanic, whose 

 meanB where quite limited, sat in his office, medi- 

 tating how hard it was to get business by the Bide 

 of snob large establishments as were his competi- 

 tors, the two strangers entered. He gave them a 

 hearty welcome, banded chairs, and sat down, 



■• We come," said Mr. Wolfe, " with a proposition 

 to you from the Emperor of Russia." 



" From the Emperor? Impossible I" 



"Here are our credentials." 



"But, gentlemen," eaid the now agitated me- 

 chanic, "what does this mean? flow have I 

 earned such an honor?" 



"Simply by your straightforward courtesy and 

 frankness, combined with professional intelli- 

 gence," Bald Mr. Wolfe. "BecauBe we were 

 strangers, you did not think neceBBary to treat ua 

 with distrust or coldness. You saw we were in 

 earnest in acquainting ourselves with your works, 

 and did not ask us, before extending to us your 

 civiliiieB, what letters of introduction we brought. 

 You measured us by the spirit we showed, and not 

 by the dignities we could have exhibited. 



Tho mechanic visited St Petersbngb, and soon 

 afterwards moved bis whole establishment there. 

 He had imperial orders for aa many locomotive 

 engines as he could construct. He has lately re- 

 turned to his own country, and ia still receiving 

 large returns from hia Russian workshop. And 

 all this prosperity grew out of bis unselfish civility 

 to two strangers, one of whom was the secret 

 agent of the Czar of Russia. 



"The only liberty cap," sajs a clever and witty 

 author, " is a night cap. In It men visit one-third 

 of their lives, the land of sleep — the only land 

 where they are alwaya free and eqnaL" 



" People," says a modern philosopher, "go ac- 

 cording to their brains; if these lie in their head 

 they study; if in their belly, they eat and drink; 

 if in their beels, they dance." 



Tbe sheep in the meadow, and the axe in the 

 forest, alike contribute their " chops" for the bene- 

 fit of man. 



The man who never says nothing to nobody 

 was married last week to the lady who never speaks 

 ni of no one. 



An Irishman, making love to a lady of great 

 fortune, told her "he could not sleep for dream- 

 ing of her." 



Somseodt has discovered that, when a better 

 man says he'll " take" yon, be means that, if he 

 can, he'll "take you in." 



Hbavkn eends good figures. It is only woman's 

 enemy who would tempt her to wear crinoline. 



Lightning rods take the mischief out of the 

 clouds— enlightening rods take it out of bad boys. 



The young gentleman who flew into a passion 

 has had hia wings clipped. 



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MOORE'S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 



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