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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 4, 1903)
20 TI1E ILLUSTRATED DEE. October 4, 1008. IALTON 1 "Alton Flour" The llHullt of perfection of 1Im in i I If i- int. Only th very lii-st. thoroughly matur ed Kji-i nr wheat Is usnl in its iiiiniufiU't lire, m-eorilititf to Hcii-iit itlf principles which in ventive K''iiiiiH 1ms designed, whorehy nil impurities ami deleterious substances of the wlieat kernels are removed, rendering it rich in gluten mill pliospliate, tlio properties on which depend the value of wheat as food. - PURE MAPLE SAP 4 The Cop right, 19 C. by J. W. Muller.) HAT prated the folk of Illness and w death! How eoulil 1 think of her hands us the hands of death? -My dying one was not even p;tlo t iV'ti now. Her young, sntet mouth liad not lKen more red when I mistook It for a raspberry. In tier gentian blue eyes th -re was u cloudless summer heaven. Now she smiled ut me with eyes and with mouth! At lust we got so far that wj could call each other by name, but softly, as If our names were the most dangerous of Her rets. And then we had to laugh at It and kiss again, and la' the kissing' we forgot God and the world. Yen, we forgot even the shining spring day In the glow of our Joy. Tv'e knew only the one thing, that we were together aguln. And that we would remain together througii all eternity. ., . "Judlca! Judlca! Where are you?". It was the clear voice of Miss Frits that dragged uh from our heaven to the rough world. Hut even on earth It was heavenly, In the May, under the blossoming tree, with the loved one at my side. , "Judlca! Judlca!" "Here!" We cried as with one mouth. Nay, we shouted It. Then we went toward her hand in hand. Hand in hand we stepped from behind the wfllte huwthorn hedge. The good creature was frightened at the sight, uh It she aaw us lying together on the bier. Hand In hand we titood before her til the sunshine by the ' hawthorn. We laughed at her for the fright that made her motionless and speechless. I tald: "Here I am again, and now be hippy with me, for you see that I am happy, blessed. Are we not, Judlca, dear little Judlea?" As a lovely echo came the reply; "That we are." Miss Krlti saw it, but she was not happy with us'. She did not ask this time what would come frem It. As she remained silent, Judlca took her hand out of mine, looked with a shining light into her clear, wise eyes, and said without the least tremor In her wlet voice: "Ton know hew it Is with me. Tou know that I would havo had to die if he had not returned to take me Into his arms. See, tie la here! Now I will live, and I care not, ven If our Uf U that which the world These are the weapons with which we defy competion Quality brands them all genuine, the acme of per fection in their lines. We are truly proud of them as they are the prime factors which attend our success. . ,32, EXPONENTS OF GOOD LIVING. f 1 6 IS ' - 28th and Farnam Sis., OMAHA. OurCanadiati Maple Syrup Is warranted to be an absolutely pure, un adulterated maple sap, cannel in the maple gr oves of the province of Quebec. We guar antee the 'contents of every can to be exact ly an rjpressntjd. A trial ordsr will con vine? you of the sterling worth of this pro duct. If you appreciate genuine pure maple syrup, try ours before placing your order elsewhere. 3S0 Weary Kings will call sin and shame!" 1 Btepped up to her who had been a mother to the orphan and I said, so low that only she could hear me: "Since the day when you talked with the Count about the 'good Prince' I have be come an evil man, with depths of darkness in my soul of which you can know nothing. It Is In youi power to make me again into what I was a good man. Will you, that believed In mo, let me become lost for ever?" In a voice equally low and full of emo tion came the reply: "What are you say ing? How can you have become other than you were? How different? And how so. suddenly? And how Is it In my power to nave you?" " " ' "By giving me this pure one to be at my side,' to make her dear soul my guardian spirit." "How can I give you that which you have already taken? And If It were still for me to give Judlca to you how could I dare deny you?" "You do not understand me. I want her for my, wife!" , The word was spoken! The great, wonder-working, liberating word that parted the wild waters that separated us like a rod of Moses. And we Btepped through them dry footed to a joyous shore. ' ' nut Miss Frits would not give us her per mission. She would not listen.' The strong Miss Frits' was lost and helpless before the beckoning of fate. I begged her at last to step aside with me. And under the apple tree I said to her: "You know that my father had a malady, but. you do not know that I am afraid to be my father's true son. Therefore I may need a guardian some day, such as my mother was to my father out of duty. Hut I want a wife who will do It for me from love.' I want Judlca to save me through her love. Do you still say that you can not give me your child?" . She stood as If she had seen the head of Gorgon. Her glance was as It she saw a fearful fate fulfill itself before her. I cried: "At least, I act with you as an honest man. If I were already that which they say I am, I could have cheated you and the beloved one. Go to her! Tell her! Perhaps terror will sleso her and save her from me! Then what you see In spirit will break Itself on me, me alone!" So mirier Bros.' Open Kettle New Orleans Molasses Is unsurpassed In quality, and particularly noted for its delicacy of flavor1, possessing all the elements that, constitute a first-class article. No higher testimony to the merit and general excellence of this- product, than the fact of Its appreciation by the most fas tidious. The only molasses on the mar ket suitable for all purposes. A Modern Romance By Richard Voss She looked at me full of deep pity, full of pure mercy, and answered: . "I will speak with Judlcu." Then she went away. She went slowly, slowly, as if the short way over the flower pasture were a thorny road that tore her feet, as if she were going the most agonizing way of her life. Now I was alone and could have, should have reflected. What did I call my brother's bride? A "sacrifice!" What must I call my dear, beautiful child? A "sacrifice." It was to be brought to me. , Worse. I demanded it for myself. Was that not "moral degeneration," even now? I was able to perceive It, to reflect about it, but I was not able to restrain myself. My longing for the sweet child was stronger than my moral will. Yet if I demanded Judlca for my wife it was only the basest selfishness; according to ancient myths, the sacrifice of a pur virgin filled with holy, spotless love, can save a lost soul. Judica's life, forged fast to mine, would drive away the demons of darkness, would save me for the light. And, besides rny spirit was Just about to drive into this cursed thought when Miss Friti returned with Judica! I knew she would be the sacrifice. And she smiled still. Judica's beaming, triumphant smile, like a victory over all earthly sorrow, filled me with a sensation that acted like a drink of lethe. I could think of nothing more than the glory that would fill my whole life henceforth. We met Gebhardt on our return to tho house. He saw at once that something great, something decisive, had happened. He became pale, stepped swiftly toward me and tried to speak. Hut I stopped hi in and asked him to let me speak. Then Miss Fritz took Judlca by the hand and walked away and I told' him. I told him that I had won my beloved wife, and that within a few days I should go to the king to ask for his permission to marry, to demand it If necessary. Rut I was sure I would receive it graciously, for who and what was I? Somebody who need not be reckoned at all in the state. The less I was known, the more I was re tired, the better for me and all. This mar riage to one of unequal birth would be equal to exile, a voluntary disappearance Into a dark private life. Of course there would be a little trouble. They would have to give my wife some rank, some name; they would havs to decide where I ALPHONSE PINARD Olive Oil Is pressed from the choicest selected, well matured fruit by a superior process, which Rives it that rich, nutty fla vor. Tho healthful properties of this olive oil renders it a necessity for the indigent, as well as a luxury for tho opu lent, while its nutrive und ex tremely palutable qualities make it the choice of the epicure. rf GENUINE V "'UprvDcMSlTrvt nvfklAl was to dwell, as far as possible from th Court. They would have to settle on mjr manner of lifo and then we could sink out of sight. What the Count answered, with a pale face, I will write another time. It wag no, today I will not write it. Later, Judlca and I went to the lonely pine tree. It was only a charred stump now, standing In the beautiful day like a black memorial of disaster. But we took It as a sign that God had accepted a burned sacrifice Instead of us. Nowhere in the whole meadow was such a blossoming as there was around the dead stump. In masses stood the white and blue anemones, from which I wound a wreath for Judica. I set it solemnly on her head, as if it were a crown, called her my queen and bowed before her. Decked with the wreath af anemones I led her back to the farm. The household stood before the building to salute us. When they saw me coming with the crowned one they rushed toward us with cries of Joy, as if a Royal pair were truly, entering Its realm. That was our engagement festival. CHAPTER XVI." On the Sea-Alp a few days later. I did not go after all. I sent the Count to the King with a letter for His Majesty. It is short but contains all that I have to eay my decision, my will, Vntil the great affair is settled in tha capital, all formalities completed, and His Majesty's kind permission forwarded, I shall remain away from the Alpine farm, which surely is "correct." Tony takes a letter from me each morning and carrij one back to me each night. How the stiff child's hand touches me! Kvery word of her is like a smile. I write and receive lov letters I! It is wonderful! The Count has returned with the Minister of State. It is as I expected, formality, after formality, torture on torture. A whole attic full of medieval rubbish Is to be carted Into my beautiful solitude. Hut they will not stand In the way of my happiness. The King la so gracious as to acquiesce. From all Bides they meet me readily and kindly. Too readily, too kindly. It seems to me! Hut despite all, formality after formality. I mast renounce my succession to th throne even It His Majesty should die wliV-