The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on April 1, 1896 · Page 6
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THE EASTER CHIMES. jJf VfouM ~^r"" A Tale from the Russian of Kovolenko. ,»T WAS the night i before the Easter jfjfmorning. The lit- I Ule village by the murmuring creek was half hidden In the; mystical, vapory, starry gloom of a Russian night In springtime. The neighboring wood flung blackest shadows on the fields beside it. All was silent The village slumbered. Hours passed, and long before the night was gone its still charm was broken. Lights began to glimmer in the windows of cottages whose wretchedness was disguised in the bewitching springtime gloom of night. A gate creaked. The tread of a foot was heard here and there. Moving figures, darkly outlined, emerged from the shades of the wood. A dog barked, and then another and another. Then a horseman clattered along the village street. A passing cart groaned and creaked under its early morning burden. The darkly outlined figures increased in number. The villagers began to gather in their church to bid welcome to the spring holiday. It -was a quaint little church. It stood upon a hillock In the middle of the village. All at once Its windows glowed dimly among the shadows. Then their brightness increased. The church was all alight. High into the darkness overhead reached the old belfry tower. Its top was lost in the azure gloom. Then the rickety belfry stairs began to creak. Old Micheich, the bellrlnger, •was clambering aloft. Soon his lantern hung In the bell window, shining like a new star in the sky. It was bard.for the old man to climb those steep and crooked stairs. His old eyes no longer served him, and he, like they, was worn out. As be climbed, he pondered. It was time indeed, he thought, that he should rest. But God would not send him death. Ho had seen bis children buried. Ho had stood by the open graves of hia grandchildren. He had followed the old to their last resting place. He had es at their heads seemed to be guarding them with their widestretched arms. Here and there a few birch trees bent naked branches forlornly over the mounds and the aromatic odors, of their young buds arose on the silent air to Micheich's nostrils. They bore to him a tale of tranquil, eternal sleep. Where would he be a year from that moment? Would he be there again? Would he have once more climbed Into that tower under the clamorous copper bells to awaken the slumbering night with their sharp, resounding strokes? Or would he lie out there in a dark 'corner of the cemetery with a white cross guarding his everlasting sleep? God alone knew. He was ready to die —but in tho meantime God had brought him into the belfry once more to welcome the Easter morning. "To the glory of God!" His old lips repeated the oft spoken HE SEIZED THE BELL ROPES, i formyla, and his old eyes gazed into the deep sky above,'burning with its millions upon millions of stars. "Micheich! Oh, Micheich!" The voice came from below. It was the old sexton, who had come from the church into the graveyard beneath the tower and who was gazing upward, with his hands shading his blinking, tear moistened eyes In vain effort to make out the form of the bellringer in the darkness overhead, "What do you want?" answered old Micheich, bending over the railing, "I am here. Can't you see me?" "I do not see," cried the sexton. "Is it not time to ring? What do you think?" ' Both gazed upon the stars. Thou sands of God's lanterns were blinking at them from the firmament. The nigh° was waning, Micheich thought. "No, not yet," he said. "Wait awhile I know when." * * * But it was time to salute the Easter morning, Old Micheich gazed at the stars once more, and then arose, removed his hat, crossed himself and gathered up the bell ropes. A moment more and the night air shivered under the first resounding stroke. Then came the second, the third, the fourth. The lightly sleeping Easter air quivered with the joyous music of the shouting Singing bells. ' e. Then tho bells ceased. The solemn service began In the church below. In bygone years Mlcfeelch had always gguje down to the service and stood jn a corner near the door, praying and lls- to the music. But it was hard fop him to do this now. He, felt tired. Sq be eat down P» the bench beneath sank upon' his chest.' Disconnected scenes from the past swarmed in his mind like bees in the hive. "Ah!" he said as the music of the Easter hymn drifted up the tower stairs, "they are singing the troparion." In his imagination he sang that hymn', again a youth, in the old church below. The little old'priest, Father Naum, many years dead and burled, once more was intoning the end of a prayer, while children's voices united in the responses. Hundreds of peasants bowed 'and arose like corn before the wind. .Now they crossed themselves devoutly. Tho old familiar faces were of those long since dead. There was the stern visage of his father. There stood' his elder brother at the old man's side, sighing deeply and crossing himself again and again. There he himself stood, young, healthful, strong, joyful, full of expectation of a life's happiness. Where was that happiness now? The, old man's thoughts flickered up like a dying flame. Recollection illumined all the nooks and corners of his life. And all he saw was endless, ceaseless, merciless labor—labor far beyond his strength. He saw sorrow, too —much sorrow— and suffering unutterable. . Ah, where indeed was that happiness of which ho had dreamed? The burdens of life had wrinkled his young face, had bent his powerful back before the time had come. They had made tho joyous boy sigh as his elder brother had sighed. There on the left, among the women of the village, with her head humbly bent, he saw his sweetheart. She was a good woman. May the peace of God be with her soul! Oh, the pain that she had suffered! Want and work and woman's woes had withered her glowing womanhood. Her eyes had grown dim with years and weeping. The shocks and blights of life had painted a dull fright upon her comely face, Ah, where was her happiness? God bad given them one son, their joy, their very soul, and he was ground to his death by men's Injustice. The picture broadened and grow vivid in the old man's mind. He saw standing in his pew the rich enemy of the family, bowing his head to the very ;round, glossing over in his prayers the wrongs of the widows and orphans whose lives he had blighted in his selfish greed. Micheich felt his heart grow lot within him now, as it had done then, while the dark faces of the holy The voice came from tho churchyard without. "Good God!" cried the old man, re^ membering tho further duty that, awaited him. "Did I really fall, asleep?" \ He seized the bell ropes and pulled them with skillful hand. Far below the people swarmed from the church, as ants swarm from the anthill. Golden standards reared themselves In the air of the unborn Easter morning. Forming as a cross, the procession began to move around the church, amid joyful cries of "Christ has risen from the dead!" The words went to the old bellring- er's heart, and glancing out he was exalted in spirit, it seemed to him that the waxen candles that the people bore blazed with suddenly increased brilliance Iri the gray darkness, that the throng moved more and more swiftly, that the standards waved the more joyously, and that the awakening wind lifted up the joyful chorus from below and turned It to the bell's brazen peals with a sweetness superhuman. •Never did Micheich ring the bells with such joy and spirit. It seemed as If his old heart had been welded Into the dead copper of those bells, which laughed and sang and wept at the entrancing melody that rose to the stars above. And the stars seemed to fairly blaze with joy of it as tho music poured upward into heaven and fell backward to caress the earth. What a hymn of joy it was those bells pealed forth. The great bass deafened the sky with the grand brazen cry ol "Christ has risen." And the tenors, struck to their hearts, shouted sonorously, "Christ has risen!" while the clanging sopranos, as though fearing their lesser voices should be lost to thf grand chorus, hurriedly, like gleeful children trying to outstrip each other, screamed a thousand times, "Christ has risen!" And that sad old heart forgot Its cares, Its sorrows, and its insults. The gray bellringer heard only the brazen music, now singing, now weeping, now floating to the starry sky, now sinking to the wretched earth; and it seemed to him that he was surrounded by his children and his grandchildren and that these were their happy voices —the voices of old and young together pouring out In one grand chorus a hymn of joy and rapture. So the old bellringer pulled the ropes with strong, nervous arms while tears poured down his cheeks and his heart ran fairly over with a happiness he had never known before. And below the people listened, and they said to each other that Micheich had never rung so wonderfully before. Then suddenly the great bass bell hesitated—and was silent. For a moment the others sang an unfinished, uncertain harmony. Then they, too, ceased, and there was silence save for the low, sad, trembling droning of their stilled but still resonant throats. The gray bellringer had fallen helplessly on the bench beside the ropes, and two tears silently rolled over his pale cheeks. Send a substitute! The old bell- ringer has rung himself out. ljjjj& miHasiMim MAN WHO BID IT, BLACKBALLED CARNEGtB At CLEVELAND RECENTLY. the fact that the tatter Wa« Millions Old &ot lieip — tetitnel A* ttuwolt Said to Be o Man ot Centric* ilons and Proper Courage* day for WAS CLAMBER* JN(J ALQpr, young there, too. put lived, it was hard, j tinje had he welcomed, tbei iV'jtto.rntng-^60 many times that be recall them al,l. He baa, even tow alien, SB later years f#r death } ft this same old •', ag BSW fte ftoped for |t. And He thought. Himself could hardly answer U {? the beKry. He cpuw B0 t wake Wt«*wiHMWlf, for IP* pu!" Of htg enemy tip cheeks.. Hie copper ae » 8 and Uttered to their For Easter. RISE! This shall shine evermore, To thee a star divine on Time's dark shore! Till now thy soul has been all glad and gay; Bid it awake , and and look at Grief to-day! Cut now the stream has reached a dark, deep sea; And sorrow, dim and crowned, Is wait- ins thee. Each of God's soldiers bears a sword divine; Stretch out thy trembling hands to-day for thine! Then with slow, reverent step and beating heart, Prom out thy joyous day thou must depart— And, leaving all behind, come forth alone, To Join the chosen band around the EMUEL, A. RU3- sell, the man who Is held responsible for the blackballing of Andrew Carnegie for membership In the Cleveland Chamber of Commerce at a re* cent meeting, haa . been brought Into' wide prominence by his determined stand against honoring the Pittsburg Iron king. Even ithe members of the trade organizations were given a surprise when Mr. Car-- negie's name was thrown out as objectionable. The matter ot admitting him was brought up In the regular course of business. A motion was bade to suspend the rules and have the secretary cast the unanimous vote of the chamber for Mr. Carnegie. This was resisted by Mr. Russell In a vig-: ;orous speech, In which he said, among other things: : i Whatever else this chamber (the Cleveland Chamber of Commerce) does, so far as I am concerned I do not want It to play the snob. I do not certainlyj •know, but I suspect that Andrew Carnegie has been an oppressor of the poon If he has, I wish to vote against him. ilf he has not, I will vote for him. If any member of this chamber will assure me of his personal knowledge that; Mr. Carnegie has not -willfully, cheer- jfully and Intelligently oppressed'the, 'poor, I will gladly vote for him, other- jwise not. ) The resultant consequence was that •Mr. Carnegie was not permitted to join the Chamber of Commerce in. the ca-: pacity of an honorary member, as his friends desired. ' . ' • i j Mr. Russell has been a consistent ad-; vocate of all suggestions tending to ad-; vance the conditions of laboring men.; In his public speeches and In private he has shown his deep sympathy witl .wage earners, and for that reason hi; position antagonistic to the election o Andrew Carnegie, as the outgrowth o ,the Homestead strike, created no grea surprise. It Is thoroughly In line wit! what he believes to be right and just. Mr. Russell is not particularly elo quent, but he Is a forceful speaker, am is a master of sarcasm and Invective Born In Westfleld. Medina county throne. Raise up thine eyes! Be strong! cast away The crown that God has given thy soul to-day! Nor Faster Haros. About Easter time hares are almost as common as eggs in the shop windows, and many boys and girls may wonder why this is so. It is plain why the egg should be used. The life which comes, after so long a time, from the life ess-looking egg, makes It especially typical of the resurrection, it ls not so clear what the hare has to do with Easter Sunday. « uo wun Easter is a feast regulated by the HAD FALLEN HELPLESSLY. Jmages on. the altar frowned sternly upon nian's sorrows ancj man's Injustice, But all this was long, long passed. AU this was far away in the oia times, , And now all the wide world for- him was this dark tower, where the wind signed, gently among the swinging hell Gpa Judge you! will Judge whisperea the old man, thinking Sjjenfc teaj-s ran. v. u ^ it is appointed by the church that Easter should fall "upon the first Sunday after the first full moon' which fell upon or after the vernal equinox." .Now, the hare Is the animal which the ancients considered sacred to Jhe moon, and proper to be used at all facidfa nacvulotsi;! U« AI. v * feasts regulated by the mope. So among the 914 customs which have been handed down to us from the old old days is that which still uses tbe hara as weli 88 the egg m the pretty fanci, ful decorations suitable for our great spring festival-Easter Sunday, No $reiter LEMUEL A. aUSSELL. Ohio, Sept. 11, 1842, he went to Cleveland in 1853 and has been intimately associated with the affairs of the city from that time to the present.- Mr. Rus sell was admitted to the bar in 1863. •He taught school for awhile after that, clerked some of the time, and finally became chief clerk to the superintendent of the department of military railroads, division of Mississippi, which Centered at Chattanooga, After tho 'close of the war he opened a law office at Nashville, Tenn.,but soon returned to Cleveland. He accepted a position as Assistant to the law firm of Otis & JAdams, then attorneys for the Atlantic !& Great Western railroad, and subsequently became a partner In the firm. He was a member of the firm for seventeen years. Mr. Russell's personality Is one of the strongest in the city of Cleveland jHe Is one of a small dining club called jthe Cranks' club. The meeting of this |club generally occurs during the noor. hour when its members take luncheon. jSome of the brightest minds of Cleve- jland are connected with It, as well a& jmany of the leaders of advanced jthought. It was due in all probability ito this club, as much as to any othei one cause, that Tom L. Johnson was (twice elected congressman on a free •trade platform in one of the strongest .protection districts in the United States, It is quite unnecessary to add, perhaps, that the members of the Cranks' club are mostly free traders., • As a railroad lawyer Mr. Russell made an enviable reputation. He handled the business of the Atlantic & _Qreat Western railroad. Later on. he became associated with Tom L, Johnson, and was the adviser of the latter in most of- the street railroad enter^ prises that he undertook. Some difference arose between them and Mr, Russell's, relations as counsel for the Johnson railroads were terminated in 1894. -. Since then his Jaw practice has been- very extensive and he has been prom- ftent in promoting other street railroad enterprises. He believes in lower street railroad, fare, in the theory that Street railroads should pay for the privilege of using the streets, and In «nl* yersal transfers. 1 Tho " the Extreme tired feelingamicts nearl body at this season. The hustlers ceaaet*' •' push, the tireless grow weary, the efi getlc become enervated. "STou knoft j what wo mean. Some men and wo'meij endeavor temporarily to overcome that Feeling by great force of will* fiufc ^ is unsafe, as it pulls powerfully ttpofi tha nervous system, which will not long stand Buch strain. 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