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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (March 6, 1904)
Goal Rerenard on Donker. HEBK hnd been a feud between I Valentine and Proteus. It Is I ended now. unions Homo of Valen tino's relatives care to take up the quarrel. As UiIh Is unlikely, It Is probable that the feuil Is over. The duel etnlcd It. Valentine was a trirk donkey. Proteus Is a goat. You will notice, the difference In tne. It Is full of meunlng. Valentine "was." Proteus still Is." Tho Kat which "Is' wan the cause of Valentine bring In the paftt tense to the sorrow of her owner, John F. Willlums of Chicago. Mr. Williams hits a troupe of performing animals gouts, donkeys and dogs. Miss VaUmtlne wits tho star. Sho waa a cake walker and a artist In a dozen lines. The family was a happy one until a couple of months ajjo, when two new goats were added to It. l'rotous was one of the two. He made friends with all tho performers exropt tho donkey. Miss Valentine. The first outbreak of hostilities occurred one day whllo tho donkey was eating hay In the barn. The goat, being a Jovial follow, seemed to get tho Idea that he had done wrong In permitting a coldnuss to exist be tween him and tho donkey. He went up to her and wagged his beard good naturedly. To the salute Valentine mado no response other than to lay back her ears and look at him out of the cornwrs of her eyes. Pro teus saw tho flattened ears and knew enough of donkeys to know Just about what they meant. He shrugged his should ers and walked away. Afterwards ho returned to see If there we.ro any better chance for an understand ing. Tills time the donkey paid no atten tion to him, and he walked up to the pile of hay and bogan eating. There was a sudden Hash of hind feet, and Proteus found himself In a heap, not hit by the feet ho was too quick for that but tumb'lng there in his jump to get out of the way. From that moment there was war. Pro teus was back at the unfriendly donkey with his head lowered prepared to butt her through the side of tho barn. The trainer Intervened and the goat was led away. It was thought the goat had discovered that Miss Valentine objected to his atten tions and that he would quietly desist, through courtesy If not through fear, from bothering her any more. That Is where they did not know Proteus. The goat kept to a discreet distance for several weeks. He hustled past the vicin ity of Vaitntine's hind feet, but he might have been observed frequently standing at a llttlo distance from her, eyeing her pen Ively as If considering Just where It would be let to p'ant his head. Bach time he would shake his head and move away. Therefore the trainer thought tliwe would be no dlfflfllculty with Proteus. The goat In reality was nursing a deep laid p'-an for revenge. His chance came last week. Valentin was suffering from a sllht indisposition . fact that seemed known to the goat. The lot In which the animals bad bean turned loose was cov ered with Ice. This was another fact which the goat seemed to realise was to his ad vantage He took poor Miss Valentine all of a uddon. She probably had Just been think ing to herself how she had that poor goat . scared to death. He dashed at her suddenly from an unexpected quarter, and the donkey's feet flew up In the air. By the tune she had scrambled up Proteus had launched himself again. The lot was filled with scattering ani mals. The trainer was absent, but his as sistant came running to the field of battle with a lash. This he laid "over the back of the goat, which paid no attention to him or to It. As rapidly as the ill-fated donkey could reach her feet Proteus hit her. lie landed at will. Time and time again Valentine went to the mat, getting weaker every time. She was unable to find an opening for her hoofs. The Ice gave her poor foot ing, und before she could wheel on the battering ram that was launched at her It bad struck her und she was stretched out again. For u half hour the assistant tried to beat off the goat. The duel ended when Valentine, mortally Injured and too weak to rise, gave up the fight. Then Proteus walked contentedly away. A half hour after Valentine had given up the fight she gave up the ghoBt, in spite of everything that. could be done for her. The only marks on the itoat were those of the lash. Chicago Tribune, The Year and the nays. The year Is a general riding by, A general stout and tall; And little It matters how hard we try. We cannot keep step at all. No mailer how eager and spry, 'tis clear We cannot keep pace with the mighty Year! But, ah, there's a company called Days, The merry and brave and wise; They march to the music that Duty plays, Whatever the changing sklcn, And no one need stumble, and none need full. And wo may keep step with them, com rades all! Muku ready! Salute! as the great New Year Rides by to tho roll of drums; And then fall in line with a soldier's cheer Kor each little Day that comes. The Duys are like children that come and go The Year win take care of himself, you know! i 4 Frank Walcott Hutt In Little Folks. Iloom Kit for n Princess. Charles Francois Daublgny Is the name of a famous urtlst. He was not, however, always famous, and once he was a little boy, playing around and having fun Just as you do. Now In Franca some mothers do strange things. It Is their custom to send their tiny baby children oft Into the country to be taken care of by a farmer's wife. "When they are older and are less trou ble to their parents, they are brought back to live at home. This Is what happened to the little Charles. No doubt he enjoyed it very much, however, for all children like tho country. When he grew up to be a big man, his passionate love for the country continued, and he chose a home near the very place where he had been brought up. The name pf this place is Auvers-sur-Oise, and it is a little town not far from Paris. It Is not at all like an American village, wtth Its new houses and barns, but Is merely a collection of old stucco houses, one church, also old and pictur esque, and a few straggling shops. Here he made a home for himself and his family, nnd It was here that some of his most famous pictures were painted. H'e had a queer boat built on which he lived for days at a time, moving about on the river at his will. Thus he was able to se cure effects one could get in no other way. It Is not of this, however, that I wish to tell you. When you grow up, you may read a great deal yourself about this fa mous painter of nature. What 1 wish to describe to you Is the room which he decorated for his little daughter, who liked fairy-tales Just as much ss American children like them. When people go to Auvers to see the fa nous painter's home, they are seldom shown this special room, which to young folks Is certainly one of the most Inter esting In the whole house. No doubt Daublgny spent much of his valuable time in decorating this room for tho amusement of his little girl. It may not be work which ndded to his fame but the love which inspired it Is more lasting than fame. The room Is not large, but Jnst large enough -to be cozy and comfortable. Tbe walls are all painted, and are divided Into panels, In each of which arc painted char acters or scenes from the tales the for tunate little maiden liked best. I wonder if you would have chosen the same ones? The Fox and the Grapes occupy an Im portant place; Hop o' my Thumb has a fine panel; and Red Riding Hood Just as you knew her Is there and Uie Wolf Is there, too, and ever so fierce. At one end of the room was the dainty bed, with Its French hangings, and where the curtains part is painted an apple tree, right where the little girl could see It tho first thing every morning. It may have brought to her mind the memory of many happy hours passed in the shade of such a tree. There are birds flying hither and thither, and a nest Is tucked away safely In the forks of the branches. In the nest are little speckled eggs, so beautifully painted that Mademoiselle Daublgny might almost have expected each morning to see them hatched out, and to find scrawny, yellow-billed blrdlets in their stead. Between the panels are painted toys strung together In the most tempting way, and above them all Is a frieze of wild flowers those which grow all around the town of Auvers popples, bluets and others. Can you imagine anything more charm ing to look at upon awaking in the morn ing? Even tho smallest works of this artist are worth many hundreds of dollars, so you see this young lady was very much favored. But when her kind papa had done so much and worked so long for her, his little daughter's delight in her room no doubt more than repaid him for all his trouble. St. Nicholas. Johnny's Poem. pa Rays to me, Ia:t week, he Did, "my Boy, today I'll show you How we Fellers used to skate Homo Forty years Ago." An then he Got out his Old Skates, though Ma says, "oh, dear Me!" an went out In Our Back yard where nobody Could see. the Rain had left a little Pond that wasn't very Wide, but it had Froze up tight and Hard and made a Dandy slide, then pa, he put his old Skates on and says, "get out the Way!" and struck out Once! I'd hate to tell Jest What I heered him say! but my! you Orter seen him Hit! I guess he split the Ground, fer chunks of ice (tew in the air an Ianifd all Around, when he got up, be rubbed hissclf an whispered, "hully gee! they Freeze Ice slicker than they Did when I was young I see!" Cincinnati Times-Star. Influence of K sample. Talk about the Influence of example! A certain family on tho north side it would be unkind to particularise further has two small children, Bob, a boy of 5, and Nancy, a girl of almost 4. They also have the bridge whist habit in Its most pronounced form. The other afternoon the two children got hold of an old pack of cards and sat down on opposite sides of their little white table to pretend they were playing. By way of being polito. Bob let his small sister deal, which she did with tho most intense gravity. Then both of the chil f ,0 dren picked up the cards which lay be fore them and looked them over for sev eral moments In silence. Finally littlo Miss Nancy reached across the table and took the card's out of Bob's hands. "Dis game Is ober," she announced, "and I beated you." "Gimme back those cards," ordered Bob. "Don't you know any better than that? Why. the game ain't over till I say It!" Chicago Tribune. Pillow Case Party. Here is an amusing idea for a children's party, an idea, too, which may be carried out with a very trifling outlay. Invite the young people to n sheet and pillowcase ball. To convert these Into wearing ap parel suited to the occasion presents soma difficulty, for they are not to be cut In any way. Two girls of my acquaintance, pretty children of about 15, attending such a party showed a good deal of Ingenuity In arranging their costumes, one going as a Japanese, with chrysanthemums at eithpr side of her head, the other appearing as an Arab. Tho ball was a great success, and a wonderful amount of variety was shown in the costumes. The Old Oaken Bucket. Nathan's teacher believed In reducing poetry to diagram and visible outline. Therefore, she told tho class to make a rough illustration of the poem, "The Old O.Ken Bucket." Nathan's Illustration consisted of a large circle, three buckets and a bunch of dots. "Nathan," said the teacher, "I don't understand this. What's tho circle?" "That's tho well," replied Nathan. "And why have you three buckets?" "One Is the old oaken bucket, one Is tha Iron-bound bucket and the other is tha moss-covered bucket which hung in tha well." "Anj what are all those little dots?" "Those are the loved spots which my Infancy knew." Boston Herald. Faithful lloKH. The faithfulness of the dog Is well known, though not . appreciated as It should be. Perhaps most faithful of all the species is tlie Eskimo dog. We learn the following about this animal from tho writings of Frederick Schwatka, who made a wonderful trip on a sledge from Hudson bay to the Arctic ocean. The sledges were drawn by the dogs, and he started out with sixty of them, returning with only nineteen, all the rest dying of starvation enroute. Say 8 Schwatka: "They were, through all this terrible time, perfect respecters of their human allies, and the little children used to go among them and play with them by pelting them with toy whips; yet the same dogs were starving, and, should one of them die, his comrades would eat him. I notice this particularly, as some sensational writers have tried to make their readers believe that the Eskimo dogs are liable to become dangerous fellows, even to a powerfully built man, when simply hungry, and to be worse than wild beasts when ravenous. Any onslaught of Eskimo dogs Is unknown among the natives where I traveled. "It was pitiable in the extreme to see their sufferings, as they devotedly helped us along many of them up to the very minute they had to be taken from the harness and abandoned along the road. As they dropped out along the way, we harnesed ourselves In their places to the sledge traces, and it was thus we were not compelled to leave some parts of our load," 3V