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About The Nebraska advertiser. (Nemaha City, Neb.) 18??-1909 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 14, 1896)
1 I V ll v. i THE NEBRASKA ADVERTISER W. IV. HANDKItH, 1'iilitlilicr. NEMAIIA, NEHItASKA. A SEA DREAM. I UioHRlit. to-dny, by tlio still, Kniynwi, Of hIiIiih of initio that Ions sine" Hft nail; Of Homo that nuvor returned to mo, And Homo thut weathered tho winter Kalu; My Btrons nnd heantlful Imrlcof Youth, That HWi-pt i't dawn o'or tho harbor bar, Her mills nnrurlod for tho port of Truth, Her oiihIkii ltlHscd by the niornlns Htarj Tho black, belligerent fillip. Dc-Hlre, That, from tho throutHof Jier buttlo-sunn, Kent xoawind vollcyH of crlniHon lire, And sot licr ouurHu for the Imrnlns hiiiih: Of Hope, my confident, naiad craft, Tliat nyinjili-Itlco sIlHtcned from Htern to bow, Wlionc- fairy crew at tho tempest lunched. And fixed for l-'ortuniito IhIoh her prow. But homeward, oft, with her flas ndroop, From portloHH nhoru unci from beachleH bourn, Until Hope, my gallant and sraceful sloop, Come bade to mo will her canvuM torn: And, driven hard on the shoals of Grief, My uhlp, Desire, and her crew went down, And found a srave by the sunken reef, Where noon or lato the o'cr-sunsulno drown; And Youth they nay Is still nailing on, And bpoken, ever sends cheer to me, IHddlng me board her again at dawn, In tranquil tlrths of the changeless sea. Itlch argosies, thus, I now recall, Whose foaming wakes Iteelc mcmorlen gray, And know their destinies wait for all The iiunken reef or the peaceful bay. B, Glffard Nelson, In Hoston Watchman. THE KING OF THE MILL. 11Y .IOSIUMI m:in IIOY1.IC. coi'TinniiT, isan. One summer evening, after s;ipper, M. 1m ISoho, the village notary, came out upon thu veranda of the Hotel Castor, his hat in his hand, his smoothly shaven face ruddy and pleasant to look upon, llrabon, the drummer, who came up from Montreal, to St. Pyx occa sionally on business, sat smoking quiet ly in a chair that was tilted against t he wn II. "Good evening!" said M. La Hose. "Good evening, monsieur lu notaire!" answered Hrr.bon, indolently. Then there followed a little spell of si lence that was intensified by the clat ter of distant cow bolls. Presently there appeared in the street immediately before the hotel a sort of living fatasy a singular dark-faced old man, who strode slowly past clad in a loo.se robu of many bright colors. His eyes had the unmistakable and rest less look of the daft. On his head was a crown of buttons; brass, silver, bone, pearl, presumably sewn together on card board and making a headgear of re markable brilliancy, llchind hint walked a gray-haired, gray-eyed woman In ordinary garb. Her look was clear and steady; her demeanor in every way sane. Yet though it was plain to see she was a commonplace woman, there was something august in her carriage, unac countably so, perhaps, but as natural as the studied pose of the other was con strained and unnatural. Her eyes were set fairly upon the fantastic ligure be fore; but, I declare, this is new!" nn evident interest beyond his ludicrous poyip and preoccupation. It was not surprising then to the no tary that this apparition, emphasl.ed in Ihe magic atmosphere of thu summer twilight, should have made Hrabon to cry out with astonishment. "Allous! What is this, monsieur? 1 have been in Saint l'yx many times be fore; but I declare, this is new!" "A very pathetic affair it is, Hrabon," said the notary, taking a chair and look ing at his watch, to be uhsured he had time to tell the tale before gol'nif for his customary evening chat with M. 1m Cure in thu presbytery rose garden. ' "There is a tale?" "Well, as you will: a history, nothing absorbing but very human, very touch ing. Old Cesnire Mo'iason, a man with a large family, a thrifty, sober, God-fearing man oneo owned the mill by thu Iliver of Angels" "Yes, 1 see it from here; the squat white building near the cluster of wil lows yonder." "Exactly. Well. lie was a man with a considerable family, 1 said, did 1 not? and when the epidemic ot small pox occurred in thu village that was many years ago. monsieur poor Mois son's family was attacked, and one after another his wife and children pasted away, and he himself, indeed, till there was only left this sou Zeph rin. whom you saw go by a moment since " "It left him so the smallpox?" "No. He was not at home when the cpidemiu occurred; lie was at college. Old Cesaire managed to put by enough silver to educate the lad the brightest of his brood and M. Le Cure also con tributed, for he had hopes that Zephrin would become a priest." "Then, I presume, the shock of this great calamity unbalanced the young man's mind,." "That may be pretty true, monsieur, though for a long tune after the affair he was thought, to be perfectly sound mentally. Well. Zephrin was obliged to leave college and take up the business Gf the mill u IojioIj task it must huve been (or one who lincl lint just instetl the Hwcots of knowledge. Then, evety diiHly timber of thu mill must linvo hccmccl to lilm like a glioslof the happy dhys when the place was lit lininiiitf with h'tightcr imtl fjood cheer. "Jlo wiik not liked by thu vilhifjcni on nccoitnt of liis Hllent and iirropuit mini ner; he. whs nnllhe. nny miller who bud over been known. When the in habitant.1! wiinu with their jjrists he reoelM'd them witli the grand air of a Hcignc'ir of the old dnyn wlio, amid his courtly entourage, received the fiefs of liis dependents. 'It's like thut nlw ays,' grumbled the eroncK; 'poor parent-" fill their elilldren's minds with foolhh notions of jjrctitnuwil Poor old Cesnire hiniKcIf rest to his bones wns 7iot like tills jieacoek. Cesulre knew hi" place lion vleux! A miller is a miller if his head be crammed with Latin or flour dust!' "Everyone pitied Zephrin, of course, on nccount of his grunt berenvenient nnd the business of the mill suffered no fcerkius retrogression in consequence of his singular demeanor. This excluslve ncss, (his hmitctir, however, was taken lightly by the young folks of the village nnd often of n summer's evening, like this one for Inst" nee, they passed by the mill crying up nt Zephrin, vho invaria bly pored over his books In the little dormer window: 'Heboid thu king of tho mill!' Then with gestures of mock gravity: 'Think of his mighty empire of ratsl' "Quite so," wild Jtiirbou, "they taunt ed him into insanity with these gibes. The crown! the robes! I see now how they came!" "Indirectly these taunts may have nffeut'.d his mind, monsieur. His curi ous nttire nnd mien are obviously sug gestive of the fact; but it is my opinion his sad derangement is only partly due 10 them. "Night after night the little dormer Jgiv -v r - 3.r. mm m&-. BECAUSE A COMMON MlIiT.ER window of the mill was light till dawn; yet the'enrltest comer did not fail to Ilnd Zephrin up and about. No one could un derstand, for not another light save the miller's might be found in ail Saint l'yx, not even at the presbytery, after ten o'clock. At length the tongues of the gossips began to wag. It went abroad that he was closuted each night with the Old Man the evil one debating upon the sale of his soul for riches and power to satisfy his sinful pride. Again, others said it was not Zephrin's light at all; butonly the glowing of the ghostsof his family who came to entertain him. In deed, taken nil in all, the miller has be come a fearsomu Individual and the neighborhood of the mill a place to be .'dimmed after dark; unless one had no fear in his heart. If by any unfortunate concurrence of sorceries a person should chance to meet a firefly while passing the mill, no plunging of steel into wood might save him from the evil spirits. Even to bless himself and utter a pious invoe.-tiou, perhaps, might not avail! "In the midst of Zephrin's ill-repute a singular thing occurred. He was known to have fallen into conversation with a customer. It was this way: Colette. Dion came often to the mill with thu grist of her mother a poor widow with l.'l children, of whom Colette was the eldest. One day when she camu down along thu dandelion-dotted pathway leading to the mill, with her mother's grist in a bag upon her head, Zephrin watched her with much Interest. If common report may be believed she was certainly, in those days, a picture not to be blinked casually. She had the figure of a nymph and a face, for all it was commonplace at points, something un usually tine for a villager. Hut the step, the carriage; it remains to this day. as we hae seen, monsieur, dignified, dis tinguished, majestic! -t first glance, it is said, there was some lemarkablu re scniblaucu between Colette and Zephrin and who can lull? it may have been some vague, suggestion cf congeniality some thin lay as from one distant Jtom. . M-M'fc planet to another which inspired the miller's interest. "When, at length, she arrived at Hie door of the mill and deposited her bur den beside it, said he: "You have a meaning step p'titc and a pietty one." 'True?' questioned Colette, with something finely scornful on her elo quent lips. She was piqued, Jet us be lieve, since he had not noticed her pretty flic-.", for, though a woman may be con scious of her subtlest grace and charm, homage to the features Is the thing the real joy. Isn't it so, Uarlion? 'Well, said the miller, 'I doubt not there Is more in your mind than the mere grind ing of yonder grist, eh?' "'It is my mind now,' said she. 'It was my step lately!' " 'It la thu mind which regulates the step p'titc. 1 always watch the step when I would know the mind," he re sponded. ' 'Now, there is much in those frag ments which reveals the clearness of Zephrin's mind at that period and also the rout character of thu muii and the bent of his spirit. You see, it was the gesture, the carriage, the aspect tha in terested him most. Why? We shall see. Though Colette, it may be pre sumed, did not realize the true sig nificance of his words, she remembered them everyone and repeated them to her mother, who in turn told everything to the cure, Langolois, from who I have this story. The girl confessed also to her mother that she was much surprised regarding the ill-reputed miller. M. Moisson Zephrin,' she deelarod was not at all a weird man, but, on the contrary, very sensible and good-natured. Yet her mother warned lior she must be wary; such tine qualities oftentimes soiLenori the wort souls. Colette, how ever, maintained stolidly not a word of tho village gossip was true. 'Indeed," " sCjSJ COULD NEVER WIN Jllf IIEAltT. said she, 'they say alsoiiL naught things of me, because they think I am proud. And you know, mamma, lam not proud nor wicked.' So every time Colcttu fetched the grist from the mill, she re turned radiant and full ol praise of the miller. At length one day said he to her, so she retorted: " 'Cole! te, i am going to ask you some thing.' "lf it is one thing I know what my answer will be.' vhe responds with much piquancy. ' 'Well, It I should aslc you to marry me'." "'Then I -hould answer, "no!"1 "'Why?' says the miller, his heart sinking to his boots, no doubt; but ris ing again very quickly when he catches the twinkle ot mischief in her eyes. " 'lleenusc a common miller could never win my heart, says she, coquet tishly, yet with something truly dra matic in her po!e. 'That is only for a great man.' " 'A seigneur?' ventured the miller. " Higher.' " 'A governor? " 'Nay, higher.' "A prince'." " 'Even higher.' " A king?' "'Yes, u king.' Then, after a pretty pause: 'And thut Is thou, mv dear king of the mill." "Now he draws her hands across the door of the mill and kisses her fair head that is fallen against liis breast and that is all. Let us suppose they simply looked out in a day-dream across the little 151 ver of Angels, to the pleasant daisied meadows and green fields about here. "Well," says Zephrin to her , very gravely and with a new, strange look in his eyes a look that frightens her not a little. "They call me in contempt, "The Kiim, of the Mill.' but they shall bow before me yet as their King. And indeed I shall wear the robes of a kingnnd speak thu noble words of a king, which 1 um getting by rote each night where the see my lamp burning m the dormer window. HoinI They shall sit like nits, the rats whose emperor they say lam now, while I hold them in my spell with the brave lines of Molicre! Of Corneille! Of Itacine! "The good Saint Ann protect us! Who are they all?" cries Colette, now much perturbed. Hut the miller continues without noticing the interruption. " 'And I shall come to you then witn my triumphs; in my fine royal robes of purple and gold and ermine; with my glorious jeweled crown. And 1 shall kiss your hand In homage to your beauty and lay these laurels, these tri umphs nt your feet, my queen! my Colette!' ".lust then appears a fanner with Ills grist and the happy, frightened girl flitu away like a startled bird. "Hon dieu!" wild Hradon. "I sec The stage was liis vagary!" "Ys!" mild the notary, bowing his head as before some great mystery. "At the college entertainments, while strut, ting through the plays of these great masters in the little hall, with its small stage and crude' scenery; before thi common village audiences, he first heard the siren voice of art. And it is ns ,i siren's voice, to some you know, llrabon. Ehbien! What is the difference? He is playing a role now how tragic a role ' "Hut about Colette ?' interrupted llra bon, with some impatience. The gentle sentimentality of the notary escaped, to an extent, the bluff, pnict'cal drummer "Ah, there is t lie role! the role ol beauty and distinction 1 Think of it! All along she has believed in him agm ly. From the day he had frightened her with his strange talk, seemingly so ir relevant to her happiness, t he poor, small mind was filled with visions ol mysterious greatness and joys to be in the future much ns are our visions ol the life to come. He asked her to wait. She must never be the wife of a common miller, but of a great man, a man v horn the whole world applauded. And so she waited; trusting, loving, believing in him infinitely; and even when her reason is fallen into decay see the de votion! Each day, all these year:-, she goes to the mill and tends upon him, performing the household duties, con ducting the business of the mill, de tailing the work and instructing the men nireu to ao the milling, llius lias she cared for him as no one would care for a child and, in all, save the matter of this vagary, he is obedient to her slightest whim." Hrabon touched the notary's arm. "See! They come again!" Once more t lie biznrefigurest rode past, followed by the woman. They had walked to the church where Colette was making a novena for Zephrin's re covery. - To look upon the notary one would suppose an angel passed, but there was on the face of the drummer only a look of perplexed incredulity. When they were gone a little way, the notary arose, looked at his watch and made as to bet forth, llrabon de tained him. "One word, monsieur. They arc mar ried now?" "Oh, no! That could not be," ho answered, with something like n sigh. "They are still courting and looking forward to a day of greatness and mak ing ready for the wedding. Mon Dieu Hrabon!" That is love, eh 7" A 3Io(Ul (.'irrcHioiulont. .One woman who has a long list o friends with whom she correspond h.i a record of never being in arrears with her letters. She has made it a rule to write one friendly letter each day. It may not be a long epistle, but it is al ways an interesting one, for it gives in a newsy, bright manner the Jittle incidents of the writer's daily life, and is not penned with the idea of --.imply filling a certain number of sheets. Husi ness letters must be written, and take much time; this one epistle a ('ay is only a heart-to-heart chat with a Iriend, consuming only just as much tine as the writer can spare sometime ten minutes, on other days half nn hour Uy this rule of writing a single letter to some one of her correspondents each day this woman says she is never obliged to give a whole day to "catching up" with her friends, nnd she scarcely misses the few minutes she spends every 21 hours in "keeping even." Harper' Ha.ar. I'rovlilenei' and tint Cyi'lUt. "Say, Uncle Eph, how did de Lawd make de fust man?" "How did de Lawd make de fust mnn? Why, He doqe make him out obdeearf. out obdemud; (hit's how lie made him." 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