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The Pldttsmoutfi Journal
G. B. 31 A SS, TV. K. FOX, Publisher.
PLATTSMOUTII, - NEBRASKA
Another bank teller has overdrawn
bis account a matter of $100,000.
The man who would wreck a child's
faith in Santa Claus would wreck a
bank.
When your firmness pleases, it is
resolution. When it doesn't it is just
bull-headed obstinacy.
A powerful effort is under way to
make the golden rod our national flow
er. What's the matter with celery?
A Chicago preacher says Sunday
schools are of no value, but they are
pretty well crowded just now, all the
tame.
King Edward's coronation rites will
last four hours, during which time he
will be compelled to abstain absolutely
from smoking.
Football is more profitable than
prize fighting, if not more elevating.
Yale, despite her defeats, has cleared
$70,000 this season.
Cheating at cards is legally held to
be larceny in the State of Washington.
In some of the other far western states
it i merely suicide.
A smokeless stove for soft coal has
leen invented. Now give us a coalless
stove for hard prices and cur happi
ness will be complete.
Andrew Carnegie seem3 to be having
troub'e in cstab ishing his title as laird
of Skibo. but nobody wilt contest his
right as universal librarian.
The old method of killing yourself
by going over or through a fence and
dragging your gun after you, still pre
vails in some parts of the country.
The educational test for immigrants
unfortunately will not meet the case
of the anarchists, many of whom are
educated too much for their own good.
By a decree of fashionable Paris
neckwear must henceforth be con
servative. However, a pronounced
red is considered to be conservative in
Paris.
If all the crown diamonds in the
country shall be worn at the coming
coronation of King Edward the com
mon people will have to wear smoked
glasses.
It has again been demonstrated that
two such substantial bodies as steam
locomotives cannot safely pass
through the same section of space at
the same time.
As to the woman of 50 who has sued
for damages on account of breach of
promise of marriage, there is no occa
ion for mirth. It is a serious matter
to a woman of that age.
Encouraged by the success which at
tended the extraction of sunbeams
from cucumbers, another Baltimore
company has been incorporated to ex
tract whisky from watermelons.
An anarchist orator in Chicago has
just said that he bows down to the
assassin of presidents and ranks him
a3 a superior. Congress will shortly
provide a place for these promoters of
murder.
"It's a hard job." says a Yoakum
(Tex.) editor, "for a fellow to grind out
poetry, collect subscriptions, run the
job press and manage a paper, all at
the same time." So it Is, brother.
Quit grinding out the poetry.
We earth people are not awake; we
are asleep. We are dreaming now; we
are Just God's dreams. Wait till we
awake, and then watch our smoke
sweep up and smother Mars and a few
million of the other peopled planets!
A New Yorker has promised a job to
Johan Beck, the man who crossed the
ocean in a box in the hold of the Ham
burg-American steamer Palatia in the
hope of finding work here. Beck had
been In the box about fifteen days when
be was discovered and was nearly dead
from cold, hunger and terror. A man
who has the nerve and the endurance
to survive such an ordeal should cer
tainly be taken care of.
Edward John Eyre, who died recent
ly in London unknown to current fame,
was the largest figure in British poli
tics thirty-five years ago. John Stuart
Mill leading one side and Thomas Cap
lyle the other, a fierce and prolonged
national contest was fought over the
question whether Eyre, as governor of
Jamaica, had not suppressed a negro
insurrection in that island with need
less and shameful cruelties. Eyre was
formally exonerated, but retired at
once and forever from public life.
It is not given to everyone to enjoy
music. Like Goldsmith's schoolboys
with their "counterfeited glee," the
music critic must run across many peo
ple with counterfeited ecstasy. At the
same time, even the bitterest scoffer
against music and musicians must rub
his eyes when he reads that a young
fiddler Just come to America will re
ceive $100,000 for 100 concerts. A thou
sand dollars a concert! Well, we sup
pose he is worth the price, for, as a
rule, managers are not Carnegies. A
genius Is cheap at any price. .
Mrs. Bradley Martin ha counter
manded her order for a coronet that
she purposed wearing at the king's cor
onation. As a coronet usually goes
with a title Mrs. Martin's action may
have been due to a bint dropped farther
up the line.
People who want to go to King Ed
ward's drawing room hereafter must
wait to be asked. There is danger that
under the new rule some estimable peo
ple who want to give the king the
honor rf meeting them will be forgotten.
One star burned low within the darkened
And from a stable door an answering
Crept faintly forth, where through run
hours of night .
A woman watched. The sounds or day
had ceased.
And save th gentle tread of restless
beast
There dwelt a hush profound. The moth
ers sisnt
So holden by her Babe took no affright
When shadows of the beams, that caught
th leatt
Of llftht, seemed shapened to a lengthen
ing cross;
She only .saw a crown made by a fleece
Of golden hair. Naught presaged pain or
loss
To her. the pivot of the swinging sphere
Lay sheltered in her arms so warm ana
near:
A mother's heart proclaimed Him "Prince
or reace:
Edna A. Foster.
was such an un
kempt, sad looking
creature when he
presented himself
at the back door
that Christmas
morning asking for
something to eat
that Mary was
more than half In
clined to disobey
the rule of the
Tracy household, which stood good
at all seasons of the year as well
as at Yuletide, and refuse his re-
luest, Before she could do so, how
ever, Mrs. Tracy herself came into the
kitchen, and, with scant show of hos
pitality, Mary allowed the tramp to
enter.
She had always secretly grumbled
because Mrs. Tracy would allow no
one to be turned away hungry and to
day there was no excuse, for the fam
ly had just finished breakfast and
there was plenty of food left to give
the man a substantial meal.
"Goin' to come and rob the house
to-night, like's not," was Mary's In
ward comment as she put the coffee
pot on the stove,, and she watched the
man narrowly to see if he were mak
ing a mental plan of the house, but
her suspected burglar did not once
look up from the floor as he sat ner
vously twirling his hat.
He's young and able to work,"
Mary soliloquized, ' as she bustled to
and fro putting eatables on one end
of the kitchen table. "Might be tol
9 1 1 t a
eraoie goou looain, too, ii ne was
shared and dressed up and washed."
There!" she snapped, setting a cup
of coffee down on the table with as
much force as she could without spill
ing its contents. "Your vitual's set."
The man, scarcely raising his eyes
dropped his bat and hitched his chair
near the table.
Just as he eagerly clutched the cup
of fragrant coffee, a door opened, a
pair of merry blue eyes peered into the
kitchen and a shrill little voice piped
out. "Hello, man, merry Christmas!"
The "man" started, shifted uneasily
In his cnair, but made no reply. Un
daunted by his chilling reception, the
door was burst open, and a golden-
Laired little boy burst Into the room.
With the unquestioning confidence ot
cbildbood, he walked up to the
stranger and 6aid gravely, "I said
merry Christmas."
Run into the other room, Donald "
Mcry put in hastily.
The man shot a half-defiant glance
at her, but did not look at the child.
I don't want to," the little fellow
replied. "He's company, and mamma
said I could 'tain him. I bringed the
new Mother Doose book dat I dot from
Santa Claus to show he," and, push
ing a cnair close to the table, from
it be mounted the end of the table
opposite the man, and sat there like a
sweet, rosy cherub observing some
dark spirit.
The tramp, who seemed almost
famished, paused just long enough to
look wonderingly at his strange little
companion, and then gave his full at
tention to the meal.
Don't you want to talk?" Donald
demanded.
I'm not fit that is, 'er, I don't
know how to talk to such a little kid."
the man answered.
All right, I guess you want to eat,"
the child observed, graciously. "I
guess I'll read to you," opening the
book he was holding In his arms. "You
know Mother Goose, don't you?"
The man shook his bead, but some
thing like a smile flitted across his
lullen features.
"Well, I'll show you the pictures an i
read you 'bout 'em. This one," and
Donald slid along the table as near
to the man as the dishes would al
low, "this one is about 'Blue Boy. I'll
read 'bout him," and, in a chanting,
high-pitched voice, he repeated the
rhyme of "Little Boy Blue."
"Did you ever sleep under hay
mow?" he asked, suddenly, at the con
elusion of his recitation.
The man frowned slightly at the
childish query, bit his lip and nodded
his head.
"Was it nice?" went on his Inter
rogator. "Did your mamma let you?"
The man's lower lip wa3 pressed
cruelly by his teeth at this question
but a surly shake of his bead was his
only reply.
"Oh. was you naughty and runned
away?" the boy asked, slowly.
Had Mary been an observing girl,
she would have seen, under the
scrubby beard and grime on the hag
gard face, a dull red flush spread to
the roots of his shaggy, neglected hair
"Didn't your mamma come to look
for you?" continued the little tor
mentor.
"She didn't know where I was," the
tramp answered, in a strange, muffled
voice.
"Then you hided from her!" ex
claimed the child, with blue eyqes wide
open.
The man was looking out of the
window now, forgetful of his good
breakfast.
"I was naughty once and runned
away," Donald prattled on, "and when
my mamma found me she was just
awful glad, but she cried, too '-wasn't
that funny? And she said mothers
was always glad when they got their
boys back, even when they was big
and runned awful far off, 'strayed into
the paths' I forget just wbai that
part was, but she said I must always
come back to her an' an' I don't
'member any more, but I guess if you'd
go back to your mamma she'd forget
the naughty and be glad. Do you
think she'd cry?"
The man cast one fierce look over
his shabby person. "Cry!" he ex
claimed, bitterly. "Oh " he drew
his breath hard between his teeth as
the sight of the baby face choked back
the oath that nearly escaped him.
"Isn't you goin to eat any more?"
chirped the little fellow, with awak
ened hospitality, noticing that his
1 guest, sitting with his head on his
hand, seemed to have lost bis appe
tite. The child's voice roused him
from bis thoughts, and. seeing that
Mary had paused In her work and was
watching him curiously, he asked
humbly. "Can I have some coffee?"
Meanwhile Donald was turning the
pages of his book. "Here's a funny
picture," he announced, pointing with
his fat little finger, "but it's 'bout a
dreadful naughty boy. I'll read 'bout
him, and, in a very solemn and Im
pressive tone, he repeated the tale of
"Tom, Tom. the Piper's Son."
"It's dreadful bad to steal, you
know," he commented, gravely. "My
mamma says so, and, of course, she
knows mammas know most every
thing, don't they? Once what do you
think? I stole! I didn't steal a pig
like Tom, but I stole some little cakes.
"A DOOR OPENED."
and my mamma talked to me a long
time, and she told me so many things
so I'd grow to be a good man. Did your
mamma want you to be a good man
too?"
The man choked on a hasty cup of
coffee, but made no reply. Donald did
not seem to expect one, but chatted on,
I was fraid my mamma did not love
me any more when I stole those cakes
'cause she looked o sorry, but," with
a happy little laugh, "seemed like she
loved me more'n ever after. But I
don't want to see her look sorry like
that again. Did you ever make your
mamma look sorry out of her eyes.
you know?"
A smothered groan from the
stranger and, with a child's intuition
of "something wrong," Donald sought
to cheer and console, and said, reas
suringly, "Well, you Just go an tell
Sf' vT Ml i I:- U
her you're sorry an sea If ana flant
be glad and love you. I most know
she wilL"
The man had ceased eating and sat
motionless with bis head bowed on
his breast until Mary approached and
curtly asked if he were "done eatln."
"Yes," he answered absently, and,
looking wistfully at the child, he
reached for his hat.
"Is you goin to see your mamma?"
questioned Donald, eagerly.
"Yes, my little man," came the an
swer, in a clear, ringing voice that
made Mary jump and drop a basin.
"That's just where I am going. But
first, tell me your name."
"I'm little Donald Robert Tracy, and
my papa's big Donald Robert!"
"Good-by, little preacher. You're
the best one I've ever heard," and
just brushing th golden head with
his lips, the tramp passed out of the
door and went' down the street, not
with the slouching, hang-dog air with
which he had approached the house,
but with head erect and shoulders
squared, he swung along with long,
easy strides.
"Of all the ungrateful wretches!"
exclaimed Mary, angrily, to Mrs.
Tracy, who had slipped in through the
half-open door. "He never even said
'thank you.' " Her mistress did not
seem to hear, but, with shining eyes,
gathered her little son up in her arms,
and, as she pressed him closely to her,
she whispered brokenly, "And a little
child shall lead them."
A year passed, and little Donald's
" 'tainlng" the tramp was forgotten
"YOU KNOW MOTHER GOOSE
DON'T YOU?"
by all save Mrs. Tracy. She often won
dered what fruit the good seed sown
by the innocent child last Christmas
morning had borne. That he had been
God's chosen instrument for working
out some great end, her gentle heart
never doubted.
It was, therefore, a great pleasure
and satisfaction to her to receive a
long letter from the "man." It was
written from his home in a far eastern
city, and told, in a simple, straight
forward manner, the story of his down
fall and how, moved by Donald's child
ish prattle, he had worked his way
back home, resolved to begin life
anew; how kind friends had helped
him and encouraged him, and how he
was doing well 'at his old trade of
bookbinding.
"I was going from bad to worse," the
letter ran, "and nothing is easier for
a young ienow to ao, ana the road
down to being a "common tramp is a
short one when one gets started. When
I came to your house that Christmas
morning I was bitter, hard and des
perate. No one living could have
touched my heart as did that little
blue-eyed boy. His little sermon, with
its text taken from 'Mother Goose,
snatched this poor brand from the
burning. Tell the little chap that I
found my mamma, and she was glad
as he said."
Accompanying the letter was a pack
age of Christmas gifts, addressed tc
Donald. Among other things it con
tained a book a copy of "Mother
Goose" exactly like the one from
which he had "read" to the man to
'tain him," exquisitely bound in
white vellum. On the cover in gold
letters was Donald's name, and below
it. "From his grateful Blue Boy,
Christmas 1S9 ."
Christmas m Century Ago.
A hundred years ago about five mil
lion Americans, free and slave, en
joyed a humble Christmas without sc
much as a cooking stove in all the
United States. This month, nearly
seventy-seven millions will observe
the same holiday with almost every
thing that the palate can desire, and
with every means, from hot coals tc
electricity, for cooking it. The Ameri
can of a hundred years ago undoubt
ed!' had a better stomach and a larg
er appetite than the American of to
day; but all the same, we are all glad
we are living in the year 1900.
In no point of contrast is the growth
of this country so wonderfully shown
as in the census figures. In 1800 there
were, in the eight Northern States.
and in Maine, Indiana and Ohio, which
were not states at that time, 2,601.521
whites, 47,154 free blacks and 35,946
slaves; in the eight Southern States
and Mississippi and the District of Co
lumbia there were 1,702,980 whites, 61,-
241 free blacks and 857,095 slaves;
making a total of 5,305,937.
Christmas In Holland.
In Holland on Christmas Eve, the
children, while indulging in various
games, keep casting anxious glances af
the door, as if expecting a visitor. At
length . their play Is hushed by a loud
knock at the door and St. Nicholas,
clad In his episcopal robes, enters. He
evinces a wonderful knowledge of the
failings and virtues of each child,
scolding and praising each according
to the merits of their family behavior.
Finally, however, he bestows his bless
ings on them all and promising to
give each a present on the next morn
ing, he disappears. Before retiring to
rest that night each member of the
family places one of his or her shoes
on the table In the parlor. The doo:
is then locked, but the next mornin;
proves the truth of Santa Claus prom
ise, for in each shoe is found a presen
for its owner.
Poverty with contentment is bettei
than wealth without lapplness
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PHANTOMS OF CHRISTMAS MORN.
In the rush of the merry morning,
When the red burns through the gray.
And the wintry world lies waiting
For the glory of the day.
Then we hpnr a. fitful nmhlnt.
I jUst without upon the stair.
i See two white phantoms coming.
Catch the gleajn of sunny hair.
Are they Christmas fairies stealing
Rows of little socks to fill?
Are they angels floating hither
With their message of good will?
A'hat sweet spell these elves are weaving.
As like larks they chirp and sing;
is it palms of peace from heaven
That these lovely spirits bring?
Rosy feet upon the threshold.
Kager faces peeping through,
iVith the first red ray of sunshine.
Chanting cherubs come In view;
Uistletoe and gleaming holly.
Symbols of a blessed day.
'.n their chubby hands they carry.
Streaming all along the way.
Veil we know them, never weary
Of this innocent surprise;
A'aitlng. watching, listening always,
- With full hearts and tender eyes,
Vhlle our little household angels.
White and golden in the sun.
3reet us with the sweet old welcome,
"Merrv Christmas, eery one!"
His Revervge
I A Christmas Story
It was Christmas Eve that year
when John Maxwell went away to
make his mark in this world. Alice
Tower was just eighteen. They had
been lovers for a few years and were
now engaged. Something that she had
said to him about the quality of the
present he brought to her on Christ
mas Eve piqued him. "Two years
from now." he said, "I will come back
to claim you. Then I will be a rich
man." These had been John Max
well's last words; and there had been
a fire in his eye, and certain lines of
determination about his mouth which
augured that he would make them
good. But the two year3 had passed
and six months more and Alice had
heard no word.
Sitting under the old apple tree one
warm May afternoon, she idly won
dered whether his silence gave her
pain or pleasure. When John had bid
den her good-by the thought of his re
turn had been the sustaining power
in the moment of his departure.
Though she had shed bitter tears over
the story of his many failures; though
she had received with gladness the
knowledge of his first successes;
though she had once waited with im
patience for letters that did not come,
she now felt it to be almost a relief
nay, quite for two years is a long,
long time, and Alice felt that in two
years she had grown old not only in
years but in experience. Did it not
make the difference between eighteen
and twenty? Surely, when one had
left their teens behind them it was
time to learn wisdom.
Ah! Alice would not whisper to her
own thoughts that there had been an
other teacher; that not so easy would
have been the lesson of forgetfulness
had not another lesson been conned in
its stead. It was all a bewildering
maze in the little head under the
masses of rich brown hair, with just
a glint of red among them as the sun
gave them its farewell kiss.
But a brighter red stole Into the
rounded cheek as a well-known step
drew nearer, and a shadow for which
the apple trees were not responsible
was thrown beside hers.
"Good evening. Miss Alice," said a
cheery voice. "I thought that I should
find you here. The evening is too
lovely for indoor life."
'Yes," she answered, "it is very
lovely.
"As it should be," he added, in low
er, more impressive tones, "to grace
your presence. Alice," he continued
throwing himself on the ground be
side her, "shall I tell you why I am
so glad to find you here? Because it
seems the most fitting place to teil
you something else, which, though
you must already know, it is fit that
I should put into words. They are
poor words, darling. I am not versed
in eloquence; and even were I, here
eloquence might stammer. But they
are words old as the world itself. I
love you;' I have but one hope in life,
and that is, that you will share it. It
is not much that I can offer you, dear.
Perhaps I should say wait, before I
take you from your comfortable home.
But yet, why should I. If you love
me, you will stand bravely by my side,
and we will share whatever storms
life may have in store for us, as we
chare its sunshine. Al'ce, what is
your answer? Will you be my wife?"
Ah, it had come at last. Once the
girl had tried to check the torrent of
Lis words. He had tut caught the lit
tle, detaining hand iu hki own strong
palm and held it tightly. The small
heat Lad drooped lower. A bliort,
gasping sob was In her throat, letting
no word find its way there. What
was she to do? Two years ago she
had given another promise; two years
cf toil and homesickness had Leen
endured for her sake; but for six
months- she had heard nothing. Per
haps John lad forgotten her as -ah.
she had almost added, "as she had
forgotten him." But of John. Dt-.nt
Dexter knew nothing, and Dent Dex
ter she loved. So it was, that when.
half wondering at her long silence he
again repented his question, sh3 simp
ly raised to him the sweet, fair face.
and content with what he read there,
he stooped and pressed his first kiss
upon the young red lips.
Curiously enough, their wedding
day was set for Christmas Day, tha
third anniversary of John Maxwell'!
leave-taking. Dent wanted the event
nxed ror a nearer date. Alice was
persistent. Perhaps she had a special
reason for fixing the time so far
ahead. Poor John Maxwell! Maybe
she thought of him.
In all these weeks she had told him
nothing of John. Somehow she could
not gather courage to frame tho
words. And John had forgotten her.
He would never know. It was bettef
'.hat he should not. Love is ever
(ealous, and he might upbraid her, or
Chink even while he had won her that
she might prove Inconstant to him as
to her first lover. Some day when
she was his wife, his very own, 3he
would whisper the story into his ear,
nd then they would bury poor John
together.
Somebody has said it was bad luck
for a bride to don her wedding dres3
before the wedding ds.y. It was all
nonsense, Alice thought, as later, she
stood before her mirror and saw re
flected there her own form clad in its
white silken robes.
Poor John! She wished she had not
thought of him, as she stood in her
wedding dress. The air was very
heavy tonight. It was this which op
pressed her so.
"Come in," she called to the knock
at her door.
The little maid entered.
"Oh, Miss Alice! law, Miss, how
beautiful you do look. The gentle
man . is downstairs and wants to see
you immediate, Miss."
The gentleman!. Of course she
meant Dent. She had a great mind
to run down just as she was, to hear
if he would echo the little maid's ver
dict, and say that he, too, thought her
beautiful. The impulse of vanity wis
not to be resisted, and gathering up
her silken skirts she ran lightly down
the stairs. The room was in shadow,
the large, old-fashioned lamp on the
table burning dimly; but sitting in a
corner on the sofa she saw a man's
form, a man who rose impetuously to
his feet as she entered.
With a smile upon her lips and ia
her eyes, and a bright spot of scarlet
in her cheeks, she tripped across the
floor and turned the lamp so that its
light streamed full upon her, then
looked up into Dent's face to see the
look of love and admiration gathering
there looked to find it not Dent, but
some one who, for a moment, seeded
a stranger some one whose face was
bronzed and bearded, but with a
strange pallor gathering on it as he
looked in vain for the word3 of love
and recognition which did not come
looked from her own palins face, from
the dying spots of scarlet in her
cheek, to the silken train which
swept the floor in its purity, and the
orange flowers she had fastened in her
breast. Yes, she knew him now. It
was John, come home to claim her
for his very own. His voice was very
hoarse when he spoke.
"I came for my bride," he said. "13
she here? Is this dress for me "
. "Have pity," she waiied, in answer.
"Two years were such a long while.
For six months I had not heard. I
thought you were dead, or had forgot
ten me "
"Men do not forget," he answered.
"We leave that to the women who un
do us. Six months! And it seemed
to you a long time to wait. Child, do
you know what I have endured for
the reward of this moment? What
was hunger, toil, privation, homesick
ness to me? I almost welcomed them,
for ever behind them all was the
thought that all were for you, for the
day which was slowly, slowly creeping
on, when I might stand before you
and say: 'Alice, I have proved my
love with a price. You may accept H.
darling, without fear. It has been
purified through fire. And when, six
months ago, my crowning success
came, I started in search of you; but
the long hardships had done their
work. For months I was at Death's
door, unable to write, or to let others
write. Then, when I grew stronger
I said: 'I will wait until I can go to
her." You were sheltereed, cared for
happy aye, I was so mad as to think
praying for me I even thanked Go.'
that your prayers had restored my life
and reason. I am as the man who
toiled all his life in search of a glit
tering diamond, and when at leneth
he picked it up triumphant, he discov
ered it to be a piece of shining glass.'
"John, John! Forgive me," she
pleaded, clinging with both hands to
his arm. her face upturned in its pair
beauty to his. I loved you then. Bo-
lieve me, I loved you then."
Through the open window stole her
words, paralyzing the form of an un
seen listener, who had at that moment
appeared upon the scene. What did it
mean?
He heard not the man's answering
words "Forgive you? Never!" but
saw only his last, mad, passionate em
brace as he snatched her unresisting
form in his arms and covered her face
with kisses which seemed half hatred
and half love, then released her and
went out into the night.
The next day a little note was put
into John Maxwell's hand, and, as he
tore it open, the strong man trembled
like a child. He had grown calmer
since the night previous, though all
the Joy and lightness had died out of
hip life.
"You have had your revenge." shf
wrote. "The man I was to marry saw
you take me In your arms, and heard
me say that I had loved you. Perhaps
I deserved my punishment, but It is verj
bitter. You left me two years. If you
had loved me you would not have don
so. I was a child, and I forgot you anc
learned to love another. 1 no longer
ask you to torgive me, since you have
wreaked upon me your revenge."
His own life stretched bare and
blank and desolate before him. For
a moment he felt a wild joy that so
hers might prove. The next, after a
brief struggle, his manhood con
quered. His revenge should be some
thing nobler than a girl's wrecked life
something which, after long and
lonely years, he might recall without
a blush of shame.
Dent Dexter was alone in the cot
tage he had prepared for his bride,
sitting with bowed head, when John
Maxwell sought him out. The inter
view between them was very brief;
but for an instant, as they parted,
their hands met in a long, silent clasp.
One man had given happiness one
had renounced it. So the wedding
day was not postponed, but Alice's
fingers trembled as she again fastened
her wedding dress, and tears dimmed
her eyes as she bent to fasten the
orange blossoms in her breast va
Christmas Eve.
She knew that Dent had taken her
back to his heart and home, that-some
how all had been-plainedJf0 him;
but quite how it all ItefKQed she
never knew until, a year I?yer, her
husband bent over her where she lay
with her baby boy sleeping on her
breast, and told her all the story, end
ing with a proud glance at the child.
"He gave us our happiness, darling.
We will name our boy after the man
who wreaked on us such a revenge."
Goats That Climb Trees.
In the Atlas mountains of northern
Africa there are goats which climb
trees to browse on the foliage. Some
of them have been seen standing erect
on the branches thirty feet from the
ground, while others were lazily re
dining on the boughs gently rocked
by the wind.
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UNAB.E TO STAND FOR MONTHS
bfcOAUSE OF SPRAINED ANKLES.
Cored by St. Jacob OU.
(From the Cardiff Times.)
Among the thousands of voluntary
endorsements of the great value of Et,
Jacob's Oil for sprains, etiffnesu and
spreness, Is that of Mrs. O. Thomas. 4
Alexandra Road, Gelll, Ysbrod, near
Pontypridd, South Wales, who Eays:
"It Is with great pleasure that I add
my wiling testimony to the invaluable
excellence of your celebrated SL Ja
cobs Oil, as experienced in my own
case. I sprained both my ankles in
walking down some steps so severely
that I was unable to stand for several
months. The pain I suffered was most
severe and nothing that I used helped
me until I applied St Jacobs Oil, when
they immediately became better dally,
and in a short time I was able to go
about, and soon after I was quite
cured. I am now determined to ad
vise all persons suffering from pains
to use this wonderful remedy, which
did so much for me."
Mrs. Thomas does not enlighten us
as to what treatment she pursued dur
ing the months she was unable to
stand, and during which time she was
suffering so much, but we venture to
suggest that had she called in any
well-known medical man he would
have at once prescribed St. Jacobs Oil,
for it has conquered pain upwards of
fifty years, and doctors know there ic
nothing so good. The proprietors ot
St. Jacob's oil have been awarded
twelve gold medal3 by different inter
national exhibitions as the premier
pain-kllllng remedy of the world. The
committees who made the awards were
in each instance composed largely of
the most eminent medical men ob
tainable. Mrs. Thomas evidently did
not know the high opinion in which
St. Jacobs Oil is held by almost every
progressive medical man.
If you cannot have what you prize.
It is a good thing to prize what you
have.
The Lincoln, Nebraska, Importing
norse Co.'s advertisement appears
in this paper. Their stallions are
selected with the greatest of care
by a member of their company
who spends much of his time traveling
over England and France. They now
have a grand lot of Percheron and
Slaire stallions. The best that Europe
can afford. No concern in the United
Etates cau sell for less money than
they can. In making sales they prefer
cask, but will sell at the same rate on
ample time to enable the purchaser to
pay for the stallion from his earnings
if judiciously handled. They wish to
employ good salesmen.
When a man has gone to seed it is
time to plant him.
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(PUT UP IS COLLAPSIBLE TUBES )
A substitute for and superior to mustard or
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m t delicate skin. The pain-alluying and
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relieve headache and sciatica. We recotn.
mend it as the best and lafest external
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in the household. Many people snylt in the
best of all of your preparations.'' l'ricc 15
cents, at all dnigjrlts or other dealer, or by
sendinif this amount to tis In poplar" stamps
we will send you a tube by niiiiL No urlicie
should be accepted by the public tmlevs the
same carries our label, n sot hern- ise It is dot
genuine. CHESEBROL'UH MFU. CO .
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