The North Platte tribune. (North Platte, Neb.) 1890-1894, March 07, 1894, Image 4

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Makes More
Makes Whiter.
Makes Better
Than any other flour
nsroTja: platte,
Agents for Western Nebraska.
Ask Your grocer to buy it of us
Notice tbe brand, and if you use
Minnesota h lour, take no other.
Notice Is hereby Riven that Charles Richards
has filed his application to the county commis
sioners of Lincoln county, Nebraska, for license
to sell malt, spirituous and rlnous liquor, as pro.
Tided by the statutes, In the unincorporated vil
lage of Sutherland, Lincoln county, Nebraska, for
a term of one year from March 15th, 1S94.
If there be no objection or remonstrance filed
within two weeks from the 23th day of February,
1891, said license may be granted.
Lend Office at North Platte. Neb. (.
February 21th ISM. 1
Notice is hereby given that the following
named settler has filednotico of his intention to
make final proof in support of his claim, and that
said proof "will be made before Kecister and
Beceiver at North Platte, Neb., on April 14th,
1894. viz: DeWittVanHrocklin who made II. E.
No. 13150, for the southeast quarter of section 24.
township 11, range 30 west. He names the f ol.
lowing witnesses to prove his continuous
residence upon and cultivation of said land, viz:
Edwin L. Garrison, Orrin Bacon. Abncr Votaw,
and William Powell, all of-SHzabeth, Nob.
8G Register.
Land Office at North Platte, Neb., )
February 19th, 1894. J
Notice is hereby given that the following
named settler has tiled notice of his intention to
make final proof in support of his claimi and that
Slid proof will be made before Register nnd
Receiver at North Platte, Neb., on April 21st,
1894, Tiz: FJla L Dickey, widow of John H.
Dickey, deceased, who made Homesteod Entry
No. 12.8S0 for the southeast quarter section 24,
township 15 north, range 31 west. He names the
following witnesses to prove his continuous
residence upon and cultivation of said land viz:
John J. Berger, Lester Walker, John Beyerly
and William Habartt, all of North Platte, Neb,
76 A. 8. BALDWIN. Register.
No.l Atlantic Express Dept 12:30 A. m.
No. 6 Chicago Express " 630 a. M.
No. 4 Fast Mail 8 50 a.m.
No. 2 Limited " 105 a. M.
No. 28 Freight " 70 A. M.
No.lS-Freight " 6:00 p. M.
No. 22 Freight " -4:05 A, 51.
No. 7 Pacific Kxoress Dept 4:40a. m
No. 5 Denver Express " 1030 p. M
No. 1-Limited " 10:00 r. M
No.21-Freight " JO p. M
No. 23 Freight 6:10 A. M
B N. B. OLDS. Agent.
Office over North Platte National Bank.
Office: Hinman Block, Spruce Sjreet
Assistant Surgeon Union Pacific Railway
and Member of Pension Board,
Office over Streltz's Drug Store.
TyM. EVES, M. D.,
Office: Neville's Block. Diseases of Women
and Children a Specialty.
Claude weingand,
Coal Oil, Gasoline,
Crude Petroleum and
Goal Gas Tar.
Leave orders at Evans1 Book Store.
Meats at wholesale and re
tail. Fish and Game in
season. Sausage at all
times. Cash paid for Hides.
Marble Works.
Manufacturer of and Dealer in
Jfonaments, Headstones,
Curbing, "Building Stone,
And all kinds of Monumental
and Cemetery Work.
Careful attention given to lettering of
every description. Jobbing done on
short notice. Orders solicited and esti
mates freely given.
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After the battle peace! But for some men
The battle lasts till death; all efforts lead
In these to grief and bitterness; and when
Unconquered. though they fall and faint and
Their eouIb are mettled for some blacker strife.
They straggle bravely for an Inch of life.
These are the hapless ones or so we deem
Our brothers who must either fight or die.
Yet he that ever swam an an cry stream
And reached firm shore knows more than yon
If we are joyous In unruffled days
That hope which grows from crief and struggle
They are not hapless. In their heart of hearts
They know the deepest faith that life can give.
Their living is no playing of old parts.
In the wide wisdom of the gods they lire.
For they hare conquered where the millions
Their ship of life Is stronger for the gale.
George E. Montgomery in New York Times.
Ha 300,000 acres of U. H J"
ate ob the ten year plan. , Call and
aVhim if you want a bargain.
Martha, the old servant, awakened
me. She said, "Your uncle is dying!"
I went down stairs and again found
myself before the half open door, where
for the past two days I had been watch
ing the agony of my uncle. He had
brought me up and, had been the kind
est of guardians. He had banished me
from his presence. He had commanded
that I should not be admitted to the
chateau. He had done all this without
motive, without ony offense on my part,
but simply because he had disinherited
me for her!
Her? I see her moving about in the
dying man's room, a few steps from me.
There she reigns as a sovereign. She de
votes herself to tbo patient. She obeys
each request of the doctor, who, with
her, watches by my uncle's bedside. I
watch her every movement, and a wild
hatred, mixed with agony and humilia
tion, burns in my veins.
On my return from Germany I found
her living at my uncle's, and he said to
"She is my old friend Senart's daugh
ter. He died ruined poor old fellow! I
hope that you will not object to my giv
ing her a small dowry. You will still be
a millionaire!"
She was very beautiful, but proud and
haughty. She received me coldly and
in a very ungracious manner, but in
spite of that I fell promptly in love with
her. Her step made me tremble, and her
fine profile charmed me. At the end of
a month I would have given heaven and
earth for her love. 1 dared to tell her so
to ask her to marry me but she re
fused me without hesitation.
"Never!" she declared positively.
Ah, that "never!" It broke my heart,
but I answered her calmly:
"You might have told mesoinore gen
"It would have been less efficacious,"
she returned calmly. And I admired the
barbaric frankness of her answer, like
the sentimental fool that I was.
Today I know what the girl with the
dark eyes was hiding! I now under
stand her silence, her cold reception,
her insulting rejection. It was because
she was sure of her position. Already
she knew that she should rob me of my
fortune. And to think that during the
past two days I have not told her how I
despise her! To think that I was satis
fled to avoid her, not to talk to her!
How she must laugh at my folly!
As this thought enters my mind I am
about to enter the room. But the words
of the doctor still sound in my ears:
"Do you wish to kill the patient? It
can be done in a minute. A sudden
emotion, a surprise, and he goes!"
Thus even nature is in favor of the
spoiler! Again 1 look at her. She is
leaning over the bed with the expression
of a madonna! f
Suddenly the old man moves, and
moans like a little child. My heart is
filled with pity for him. Then he calls,
The doctor moves quickly. I hear a
confused whispering, then a cry:
"I am suffocating! Ah I"
A dead silence then a rattling in the
throat and again silence.
Then the doctor leans over the bed,
listens, and finally says in a low voice:
"He is dead."
Laure hides her face in her hands. I
approach. I would like to accuse her,
but a puerile sense of respect keeps me
silent, and it is she who speaks first. "I
would like to say something to you."
Her eyes are filled with tears, but her
voice is resolute. It seems as if she were
defying me.
However, I consent and lead her into
the next room. There we remain look
ing at each other for a minute without
speaking. It is she who continues:
"You will excuse me for not having
sent for yon sooner, but your uncle re
fused absolutely to see you, and consid
ering his condition I had only to obey.
That was at least the opinion of the doc
tor. Believe me, I am sorry."
"I should think so!" I exclaim, with an
insulting laugh.
She looked me full in the face, her
eyes flashed, and she stopped crying.
"You will regret that laugh," she said
haughtily. "It is cowardly. Your duty
as a gentleman is first to listen to me."
I was struck with her attitude, al
though I believed it to be only another
form of duplicity, and I replied gravely:
"Be it so. I will listen to you."
She continued then vehemently.
"I know that you believe that I influ
enced your uncle. I know that you be
lieve me responsible for his change of
mind toward yon and guilty of having
captured his estate. I know that you
believe me avaricious, a liar, a plotter!
However, I am none of these things."
"Ah! then you are not his heiress?" I
asked, with bitter irony.
"Yes! I am his heiress!" Bnt I did
nothing that the most scrupulous deli
cacy could object to! I often begged
your uncle to send for you, and I only
ceased when the doctor assured me that
my constant demands worried the pa
tient. Your uncle was my benefactor.
He saved me from misery, and I could
not do anything which would prove me
ungrateful. When he was attacked with
the strange whim of preferring me to
you, I was obliged to submit. As he was
then too ill to be opposed"
"But you inherit the estate!" 1 repeat
ed, with the same melancholy irony.
"I inherit it well?'
She gazed fixedly at me.
"If you were in my place, what would
you think?" I exclaimed.
"Just what you will think," and she
drew a small packet from her pocket
and handed it to me, saying, "Forgive
the old man and destroy this proof of his
I was too much astonished to speak.
My hands trembled. Confusedly I real
ized how wrong I had been in blaming
"What do you mean?' I finally stam
mered. "That is the will. I give it to you, and
you remain the heir of your unhappy
I was so overcome by her answer
that I was obliged to lean against the
wall for support so ashamed that I
could not look her in the face her
whom I had so basely accused.
After a few minutes I collected myself
and begged in a supplicating voice:
"Forgive me! Take back this packet!
I would rather die than accept the es
tate on sucli conditions."
"Ana ir she exclaimed venemenuy
and disdainfully. "Do yon think that I
will touch it? Do yon think that I would
defile myself by stealing?"
"I have misunderstood you," I ex
claimed. "I have acted like a brute. I
am a miserable fool."
"It does not matter now. We shall
probably never see each other again."
She spoke gently in an absent manner.
Her beautiful eyes had a faraway look,
and now I knew that she was really pure,
innocent, stainless.
"Ah!" I murmured. "Of what use is
the money to met To receive it thus
from your hands is the hardest of pun
ishments. I will not have it! To receive
it from yon who refused me so coldly,
from you who despise me with such hu
miliating gentleness I I should consider
myself disgraced for life!"
"What do you say? Disgraced be
cause I return to you what belongs to
you? Because I refuse to profit by the
unreasonable whim of an invalid?"
She retreated a few steps, and her ad
mirable beauty filled my heart with
adoration. "Ah! why would you not
accept my love?" I cried. "Why would
you let me have no part in your life!"
"I was a poor girl, treated with kind
ners and trusted. I should have be
trayed that kindness and trust in listen
ing to you."
"Would you have listened to me then
if you had been rich?" I exclaimed.
She cast down her eyes and remained
a minute undecided. Then lifting her
long eyelashes she said simply:
"I think so!"
My excitement increased, words failed
me, and I could only stammer:
"But now you can"
She motioned me to be silent. After a
few minutes of deep thonght she said:
"Today I think that I have the right
to listen to you. My refusal or accept
ance depends now only upon my own in
I approached and implored her:
"Accept my life or refuse it!"
"I will not refuse," she answered gen
tly. And suddenly smiling sweetly she
said, with subtle feminme irony:
"I would never have refused it, for if
you fell quickly in love with me I, too,
wa3 not slow in loving you."
I caught Laura's hands and kissed
them humbly, but she gently drew them
away and begged me to remember the
presence of the dead, which, to tell the
truth, I had almost forgotten.
Thus I captured my inheritance. Ro
Startling DcTclopmenta That Enlivened
a Dinner to His Creditors.
This story is going the rounds at
Vienna: Among the prominent citizens
of the capital of the Austrian empire is
a gentleman called Fritz. He is the pro
prietor of a largo factory and is, more
over, well known as a jovial, whole
souled fellow, who delights to give large
dinner parties.
Not long since he sent out invitations
to all his business friends to partake of
his hospitality at a dinner patty.
At first, as is frequently the case at a
dinner party at which there aro gentle
men only, the proceedings were some
what tedious. By degrees, however, the
guests became more lively under the
stimulating influences of the wines
Their tongues became loosened by the
frequent lubrications, and there was n
now of geniality and wit sucn as is
found only on press excursions.
Good humor prevailed to an almost
alarming extent. Everybody present
was in a hilarious mood. Just at this
crisis Fritz stood up and intimated that
he would like to make a few remarks,
'Bravo!" said a fat man with a red
face, ponndine on tho table with the
handle of his knife.
"Now wo will hear something fun
ny," remarked another gaest, getting
his mouth reauy to laugh.
"Speech, speech!" exclaimed several
of the guests who had contemplated the
wine when it was red.
There was a solemnity about the host
that almost convulsed the merry gentle
men present. "Gentlemen, I see around
me all my creditors, and I havo some
important information to impart to
you." And he paused. The fat man, to
whom Fritz was owing 20,000 marks,
turned a trifle pale and seemed to be un
able to close his mouth, in which he
had deposited a morsel of pate de foie
gras. Several other creditors looked at
each other.
"Gentlemen," continued the orator,
"you will regret, to hear that I am a
Boars of laughter. "That is good.
Over the Hills to the Poorhouse,' "
sang another.
The orator did not join in the laugh
ter. With increased solemnity he said:
"I wish, gentlemen, for your sakes
and for my sake that I were jesting,
but x am not. Ul late l nave experi
enced severe losses. It is impossible for
me to meet my obligations. If, however,
you gentlemen are willing to give me
six months' time, I can pay off every
thing and thus save my honor and my
life, for" and here Fritz drew a re
volver "I propose to blow out my
brains in your presence, " and he placed
the deadly weapon to his temple.
The horrified guests sprang to their
feet. A few of the more courageous en
deavored to wrest the revolver from tho
desperate man, but they did not suc
ceed. Fritz declared that ho wonld not
give up tbe revolver until a certain doc
ument giving him an extension of six
months was signed, and ho suddenly
drew the document from his breast
As we havo already intimated, all
tho creditors; owing to the wine, wero
in a most genial mood, and in a few
minutes the document was signed by all
tho creditors of KerrTritz.
Then the merriment was renewed in
earnest, although thero was a hollow
ring in the langh of the fat man that
told of an aching heart. Fritz put up
his revolver, which, so it has been inti
mated, was not even loaded.
She Was Dyspeptic.
One of Portland's dvumrnHn
may their tribe decrease was taking
a ainner wun mends, and when after
pickina over the eood thinra th last
course had been reached, and the host
ess rather doubtfully offered her guest
a piece of mince pie, the visitor said:
I don't think I'd better take anv. I
can't eat mince pie unless it is very
poor." The hostess said, "Perhaps this
would suit you," and she finally do
cided to try half a niece. This she ate
with evident relish, and nassins her
plate said, "I think vou mav eiva me
the rest of that cie: it inst unite m "
The good housekeeper is trying hard to
convince herself that she got a compli
ment. Portland (Me.) Express.
Prlace of Wales Bracelet.
It is probably not generally known
that the Prince of Wales wears a brace
let on his left wrist. On a recent occa
sion when he appeared m public the
gleam of the golden bangle was noticed
by a very few individuals, and among
those who noticed it there was an inter
change of wondering glances. The wear
ing of the bracelet is not, however, fop
pishness on the part of his royal high
ness, for the bangle has a history. It
belonged originally to Maximilian, the
ill fated emperor of Mexico, and it is a
cherished possession of the prince's.
London Tit-Bits.
I asked a little child oae day,
A child intent on Joyous play,
"My little one, pray tell to me
Your iearest wish; what may It be?"
.The little one thonght for awhile.
Then answered with a wistful smile,
"The thing that I wish most of all
Is to be big. Ilka yon, and talL"
I asked a maiden sweet and fair.
Of dreamy eyes and wavy hair.
"What wonld yon wish, pray tell me tree.
That kindly fate should bring to yonr
With timid mien and downcast eyes
And blushes deep and gentle sighs.
Her answer came, "All else above,
I'd wish some faithful heart to love.'
I asked a mother, tried and blest,
With babe asleep upon her breast, -"O
mothei fond, so proud and fair.
What is thy inmost secret prayer?"
She raised her calm and peaceful eyes.
Madonnalike, up to the skies.
"My dearest wish is this," said she,
"That God may spare my child to me."
Again. I asked a woman old.
To whom the world seemed hard and cold,'
"Pray tell me. O thou blest la years.
What are thy hopes, what are thy fears?"
With folded hands and head bent low
She answer made, in accents slow.
Tor me remains but one request
It is that God may give me Test."
Emilo Pickhardt in Boston Globe.
A forlorn figure she was. She was sit
ting on her trunk at a landing on the
banks of Red river, waiting for the down
boat. About her was a group of amused
but sympathetic bystanders, and she
was telling them her story.
"I answered it in good faith," she said.
"Here is his advertisement. I cut
from a matrimonial agency paper."
She took the clipping from her pocket
and read it aloud, her black eyes snap-.
pmg dangerously:
I am a widower, 84 years old. I lire, with my
two little girls, upon my cotton plantation. J
have 1,000 acres, more or less, my own unin
cumbered property, situated on the beautiful
Bayou St. Lucas. I have a nice cottage home
embowered in vines, with gardens, chickens,
cows, harness and saddle horses, flowers, fruit
every comfort except a wife. With a view to
supplying the deficiency, I ask a correspond
ence with some respectable young lady, hoping
to persuade her to
"Share my cottage, gentle maid.
It only waits for thee
To add a sweetness to.lts shade
And happiness to me."
References exchanged.
Alexaudxh Gra villi.
"I answered that advertisement," said
the black eved fori sitting on the zinc
covered trunk.
"I was a teacher m a small private
school in New York. The work was hard
the pay was poor. I had a stepmother
at home and a houseful of small half
brothers and sisters. I wanted to ge
away. I I had had a disappointment'
the black eyes filled "and I was un
happy. I had read 'Jane Eyre and I
really thought that man might be anoth
er Rochester. We corresponded. He
gave the postmaster as reference.
wrote to the postmaster, and he answered
that Mr. Graville's character and stand
ing were all right. He had a good farm,
he was honest and paid his debts.
"Mr. Graville wanted me to come on
and bo married at his home. I drew
what money I had saved out of the sav
ings bank, sold my watch and came on.
My stepmother was glad "to get rid ef
me. I cot here yesterday. He had said
he would meet me at this landing it
would ba a pleasant ride out to his cot
tage. I had written a letter just before
I left, savins when I would amve.
found nobodv to meet me. I asked the
way to Mr. Alexander Graville's. No
body could tell until an old darky sung
" 'Dat white 'oman mus mean ole
Sandv Gravel. He live back here in the
swamp, but he ain't got no ca'age to send
for nobody. Got nuthin buter cyan.
Hit's here now. His son Ben driv'in
to git some pervisions.'
" 'Has ho a son? I asked.
" 'Got a swarm of 'em,' was the
swer. 'All done married but Ben.'
"My mind misgave me, but I had, no
place to go'to no money, so I hunted up
Ben and told him I was going to his fa
ther's house. He was a freckled, patched,
stupid looking young man. He looked
at me with eyes and mouth open in
amazement and was so bashful that I re
frained from asking questions. I never
hinted to Ben that I had come on to be
his stepmother.
"On we drove, over stumps and roots
and gullies through mud and swamps.
It seemed to be 20 miles. At last we drew
up before a dingy, two roomed house
with a shed at the back. A few scraggy
peach trees and a neglected grapevine
were the only green things in the yard
beside tho weeds. A woman was milk
ing a scrawny cow in front of the gate.
She had her back to us and a snnbonnet
on. Two shock headed, barelegged chil
dren sat on the fence. They gave the
alarm when they saw a stranger in the
cart, and a man, who had been squatted
in a fence corner holding off the calf got
up and came toward us.
" 'That's pap,' said Ben.
"He looked nearer CO than 35. He was
grizzle and snaggle toothed; his neck
was red and wrinkled. He came up to
the cart. He was agitated and chewed
his tobacco wonderfully fast I got up
from the flour sack.
" 'I am Amelia Jones.'
"He turned very red and, told his son
to carry the sack of flour into the house,
" 'I wasn't expectin you,' he said. 'It's
so long since you wrote.'
" 'You have deceived me,' I burst out,
xou said yon naci a nice nome, em
bowered in vines and fruit trees. You
said you wero 85. You said you had
only two little girls. You said you were
" 'No, I didn't, he interrupted. 'I said
I had 1,000 acres of land so I have
though a big part of it is swamp. Acres
don't make folks rich in these parts.
This ain't New York. I said I was 35.
I didn't say I was a few years over; for
I'm spry and young enough for any wo
man. I said I had two little girls livin
with me said nuthin about the boys.
They're all big fellows and married and
gone, 'cept Ben. As for the house, ain't
that a good house? double pen and a
shed to boot! Don't leak unless it rains
and got a first rate chimney. And ain't
thero a vine? And what's the matter
with them peach trees ain't there
" 'And do ron imacrinn anv vnnncr wo
man in her entes would marry you and
live Here? L cried.
" 'Do I? Well, there's no imatrination
about it. There's three women have
married me and lived here. Two of 'em's
dead and buried, and yonder stands
t'other. I couldn't hear from you. Icon
eluded vou was Dlavin me a Yankee
trick; couldn't wait nohow. So I mar
ried Miss Susan Barnes, and if you say
sne am t a young woman in her senses.
why, she'
" 'Why, Til show her that's what I'll
do.' said Mrs. Graville No. 3. dmrmintr
her milk pail and rolling up her sleeves
as she came to the side of the cart.
"I begged Ben to drive me back to th
river, and here I am waiting to take the
first boat. Pve vlaved the fool, and T'm
punished. It's crushed all the silly ro
mance out of me. How I'm tn
passage, I don't know, m offer to do
chambermaid s work.
"But this Miss Amelia, .Tonus
forced to do. 'Ole Sandv Gravill
to the front. He Droved o Tv nnt mih
a bad lot after alL He rode up presently
on a bony mustang and promptly gave
the little 'Yanlrea rahmlm
money to pay her passage back, with an
additional sum to cover the expense of
her coming. He had drawn on his cot
ton crop. He looked cast down and
a&eepish. He explained to his friends in
this wise:
" 1 was a fool a doggone fool,' but 1
meant it all honest. I put a kind of rose
color over things in that advertisement.
Itffttbe way yon do in the papers, so that
young postmaster said. He put me up
to it. He wrote the ad and the letters.
I really spected to marry her, but I'd
give my promise to Susan in a kinder
joky way, and she held me to it I didn't
hear from t'other one. Bayou was up
and critters all in the plow, and I ain't
been to the postoffice in full six weeks.
Ym awful sorry to disappint the girl,
bnt, Lor' sakes! she never would 'a' suited.
Nice lookin a fair daisy but Susan
Could jes' gd all around her doin house
work, let 'lone takin a hand in the crop.
in the press'of choppin out or cotton
Miss Jones did not return to New York
at once. She remained in the neighbor
hood several weeks, hospitably entertain
ed by old Captain Stewart, a war vet
eran, and his wife. She very nearly de
cided to become the governess of the
captain's little granddaughter and cast
ker lot with the "big hearted southern
ers," as she called us, in spite of her ex
periences with the eccentric widower of
Bayon St. Lucas.
But one day there came to her a letter
with a New York postmark. On seeing
the handwriting, Amelia turned first
pale, then rosy red. It was from the
recreant lover, and he asked to be for
given and taken back.
Womanlike, she was ready to forget
her wrongs. She took leave of tho friends
she had made under such queer circum
stances and returned to her northern
home. A month later she wrote to Mrs,
"Congratulate me, good friends. I am
married to Jack and happy as a queen.
Tell this, please, to Mr. 'Alexander Gra
ville.' He may 3uffer some lingering re
morse for disappointing me, and I bear
mm not a bit of ill will." Mary E. Bry
an in Atlanta Constitution.
Many Ilranches of Trade Represented (by
Clear Headed Traveling Saleswomen.
"The woman drummer has come to
stay, and we men won't be 'in it' in a
Bhort time."
The above is from the lament of a cer
tain traveling salesman, who confided
some facts about his business to a report
er the other day. He is mournful, it is
true, as who would not be when he saw
his vocation slipping away from him'
But he seems to feel that open confession
.is good for the soul and accordingly de-
scriDes witu exactness, narrowing to ine
souls of other commercial travelers, the
full extent of the success of his feminine
rivals in trade.
"There is a young woman of the name
of Lincoln," he says, with dogged resig
nation. "She sells imported hats. So
do I when I get a chance. But if I expect
to do anything on my route lam obliged
to keep ahead of her, for when she strikes
a town she carries away every order in
it. I must confess that these women
knights of the grip, as you newspaper
folks calls us, do much better than the
men in the same lines. They are strong,
clear sighted and clear headed women,
some of them very pretty and all of them
perfect ladies. Some of them do exactly
as men do visit a merchant in person
and solicit Ins orders. Others engage a
sample room in the hotel, and after noti
fying the merchants wait and receive
them there. There is another class of
feminine travelers who aro very swell
and cater to individual custom. I know
of several from New York who pursue
this method entirely.
"Probably the best known woman on
the road is Miss Virginia Poolo of New
York, who sells nothing but perfume,
She stays in a town sometimes two or
three weeks, and she does a big business.
There is Miss Arline Carson, who sells
millinery in all tho large cities east of
the Mississippi and north of the Ohio.
She ells over S1UU.00U wortn or goous a
year and gets a big salary. Mrs. K. B,
Henry is a well known woman drummer,
Her husband formerly traveled for an
underwear house of New York. He died
and left her with several children to sup
"She went to the firm and asked for
his route. They had never sent a woman
out, but they gave it to her, and she
made such a success of it that she is now
a member of the firm. She goes out ou
the road occasionally, and I heard a good
story about her not long ago. She was
at the Weddell House in Cleveland and
had just seven minutes in which to catch
her train. She went to her room, put on
her traveling dress, paid her bill, ordered
her baggage down, called a carriage,
was driven to the depot five blocks away
and caught her train. There are mighty
few men who could have done that!"
and the drummer subsided into sorrow
ful reflections.
"One of the women travelers who de
pend on. individual customers is Miss M.
A. Wilkms, who travels for a Philadel
phia house that deals in children's wear.
She carries eight large trunks. She mails
a letter to each of her patrons, saying
that she will occupy a certain suit in a
certain hotel on a certain day. When
the time comes, her customers drive up
in their carriages and are shown to her
room, where, I can tell you, they leavo a
lot of orders. Her trade is worth $75,000
a year to her house. I know of one wom
an who sells chewing gum, another
laces, another buttons, another furs. I
have even heard of a woman who sells
coffins, rilbetshe sells so many that
the undertakers have to make kindling
wood of them to get their stock reduced.
New York Sun.
The Boston girl more graceful grows,
Ber blood in healthier heart beats flows,
Because the arts of foil she knows.
Dressed in becoming fencing clothes.
Her broadsword ready for her foes.
With the new exercise she glows.
Far from the envious eyes of beaux,
A mask upon her pretty nose.
She-brashes like a sweet June rose.
Boston Transcript.
Spoiled It All.
A farmer went to hear John Wesley
preach. Wesley said he would take up
three topics of thought He was talking
chiefly about money. His first was,
"Get all you can. The farmer nudged
a neighbor and said: "This is strange
preaching. I never heard the like be
fore. This is very good." Then Wesley
discoursed on "Industry," "Activity,"
'Livintr to Purpose," and reached his
second division, "Save all you can.
The farmer became more excited. ' 'Was
there ever anvthin&r like this?' he said.
Wesley denounced thriftlessness and
waste, and he satirized the willful wick
edness which lavishes in luxury, and the
farmer rubbed bis hands, and he thought,
'All this I have been taught from my
youth up," and what with getting, and
what with hoarding, it seemed to him
that "salvation" had come to his house.
But Wesley advanced to his third head.
which was, "Give all you can. "Ah,
dear I ah, dear," said the farmer, "he has
gone and spoiled it alL" Ram's Horn.
Three comrades walked with ms when lire
was new.
And one was Youth, whose brow from care was
The second one was Joy, who danced and suns;
Tbe other, Hope. These left me company
Until a day when Youth "farewell" did say
And left me at a tnrni&g of the way.
Fair Hope walks with me still, but keeps her
Lifted to where the hills of heaven shine.
And Jov (whose other name is Peace), remains )
Though in her faco I seo a light divine, I
But well I know, when past cartu a iou oca ,
pain, I
Sweet Youth, once lost, will then be mine ;
During five or six years Marcel had
worked at that famous painting which
be affirmed should represent tbo cross
ing of tho Red sea, and for five or six
fears this masterpiece of color had been
obstinately refused by tho jury at the
annual salon.
So, from force of habit in going and
coming so often from the studio to the
musee and from the musee to the
studio, the picture knew the road so
well that, if one had set it on wheels, it
would have been able to go all alone to
the Louvre.
Marcel, who had ten times repainted
and rearranged this canvas from top to
bottom, attributed to a personal hostil
ity of tho members of the jury against
himself the ostracism which rejected
it annually from the Square salon,
and in his idlo moments ho bad com
posed in honor of the Cerberuses of the
institute a littlo dictionary of curses
with some illustrations of a savage fe
rocity. This collection, which had be
come celebrated, had obtained in the
studios and at tbe School of the Fine
Arts the popular success which is at
tached to tho immortal complaint of
Jean Belin, painter in ordinary to the
grand sultan of Turkey. All tho daub
ers of Paris had a copy of it in their
For a long time Marcel was not dis
couraged by tho determined rejections
which he received at each annual ex
hibition. He was comfortably settled
in the opinion that his picture was, m
its least proportions, tho long soaght
for pendant to the "Marriage Feast at
Cana, " that gigantic masterpiece whose
"brilliant splendor the dust of three cen
turies has not been able to tarnish, bo,
every year at the epoch of the salon,
Marcel sent his picture to bo examined
by the jury. Only in order to throw
the examiners off the scant and to try
to ballle them in their preconceived de
termination to exclude it, which preju
dice they seemed to have against the
'Crossing of the Red Sea" without
changing anything in the general com
position of tho painting, he modified
certain details and changed the title of
his picture. Thus, one year it came
before the jury under the name of "Tho
Crossing of tho Rubicon." But Pha
raoh, badly disguised under Caesar's
mantle, was instantly recognized and re
jected with all the honors due him
The followintr year Marcel threw
upon tbe foreground of his canvas a lay
er of white paint to represent snow.
planted a tree in one corner, and dress
ing up an Egyptian in the uniform of
tho imperial guard of France he bap
tized his picture "The Crossing of tho
Beresina." The jury, which had rub
bed up its spectacles that day upon the
tails of its green palmed coats on
official occasions tho members of the
institute wear dress coats having green
palms embroidered on the lapels and
collars was not duped by this new
ruse, it recognized perfectly tho obsti
nate canvas, especially by a big devil
of a many colored horse that pranced
about on top of a wave of the Red sea
The dressing of this hoiso served Mar
eel for all his experiments in coloring,
and in his everyday speech ho called it
'a synoptical tableau of fine tones," be
cause it reproduced all tho most varied
combinations of color with their plays
of light and shade. But onco more.
unmoved by tnis nne detail, tbe lury
had not black balls enough to fully ex
press their feelings in rejecting "The
Crossing of the Beresina
" Very well, " said Marcel, "I'll wait!
Next year I shall send it again under
tho title of the 'Passage des Panora
mas. "
A few days later, and when Macrel
had already forgotten terrible threats
of vengeance ho had uttered against his
persecutors, ho received a visit from
Father Medicis. Thus tho bohennans
had nicknamed a Jew named Solomon,
who at that epoch was well known to
all members of artistic and literary Bo
hemia, with whom ho was in perpetual
relations. Pero Medicis did business
in all sorts of bric-a-brac. Ho sold com
plete sets of furniture at from 12 francs
up to 8,000. He bought everything and
knew how to sell it again at a pront
The exchange bank of M. Proudhon
was a very little affair compared to the
system applied by JVIedicis, who pos
sessed the genius of traffic to a degree
never before attained by even tho most
able of his fellow believers. His shop.
which wa3 situated in the Place dn
Carrousel, was a fairyland where one
found everything to bo desired. All
tho products of nature, all the creations
of art, all that comes forth from the
bowels of tho earth and ol genins, Med
icis made of it an object of negotiation.
His business touched everything, ab
solutely everything that exists; he
dealt even in tbe ideal. Medicis bought
ideas in order to exploit them himself
or to 6ell them again. Known to all
tho litterateurs and all tho artists, an
intimato of tho palette and a familiar
friend of the writing desk, he was tho
Asmodeus of tho art. He would sell
you some cigars for tho plot of a novel,
some slippers tor a sonner, some iresn
fish for paradoxes; he chatted "by tho
hour" with writers whoso business it
was to relate in tho newspapers the
Ecandal of society ; he would procure
you places in the galleries of tho house
of parliament and invitations to private
soirees ; he lodged by the night, the
week or the month the wandering daub
ers who paid him in copies of tho works
nf Flavius Josephus.
On entering tho home of the bohe-
tuians. with tnat intelligent air wnicn
distinguished him, the Jew divined
that he had arrived at a propitious mo
ment. In fact, the fonr friends found
t'lemselves at that moment met in coun
cil and under the presidency of a fero
cious appetite they were discussing tho
grave question of bread and meat. It
was on a Sunday, and the end of tho
month! Fatal day and sinister date!
The entrance of Medicis was therefore
greeted with a joyous chorus, for they
knew that tho Jew was too miserly of
his timo to spend it in visits of mere
politeness. Therefore his presence al
ways announced an affair of business.
"M. Marcel," said Medicis. "I have
come here solely to make your fortune.
That is to say, I've come to offer you a
superb chanco to enter the artistic
world. Art. as you well know, M.
Marcel, is an arid road of which glory
is tbe oasis."
"Pero Medicis," said Marcel, on the
yon an entrance "into that gallery of
art. In a word, I have come to buy
yonr 'Crossing of the Red Sea.' '
"Cash?" said Marcel.
"Cash," responded the Jew. making
the orchestra in his breeches pocket
play a lively tune.
"Go on, Medicis," said Marcel, dis
playing his painting. "I wish to leave
to yourself the honor of fixing the price
of this work, which is beyond all
The Jew placed on the table GO
crowns in beautiful new silver pieces.
"Go on," said Marcel; "that is only
the advance guard."
"M. Marcel," said Medicis, "you
well know I shall add nothing. Reflect!
Fifty crowns. That makes 150 trancs.
That's a sum, that is!"
"A feeble sum," replied the artist.
"Why, know that my first word is al
ways my last, merely in tho robe of my
Pharaoh there are 50 crowns' worth of
cobalt. Pay me at least the material.
Equalize those piles, round up tho fig
ures, and I will call you Leo X."
"Here's my last word," said the
Jew. "I'll not add a sou more, but 1
offer a dinner to all of you, various
wines at your own discretion, and at
the dessert I'll pay in gold."
"Does any gentleman wish to make
any further bid?" yelled Colline, rap
ping three times with his fist on the
table. "Going, going, gone!"
'Agreed," said Marcel.
"I will send for tho picture tomor
row," said the Jew. "Now let us
start, gentlemen; the table is laid."
The four friends descended the stairs,
singing the chorus from "Les Hugue
nots," "A table, a table!"
Eight days after that feast Marcel
learned in what gallery his picture bad
taken its place. While walking through
the Faubourg Saint Honoro he stopped
in the midst of a group that was gaz
ing with curiosity at tho hanging of a
sign over a shop. That sign was none
other than Marcel's famous picture,
sold by Medicis to a dealer in provi
sions. Only, the "Crossing of the Red
Sea" had onco inoro suffered a modifi
cation and bore a new title. Some one
had added to it a steamboat and had
called it, "At the Port of Marseilles."
A flattering ovation arose among the
loungers when they discovered the
painting. So Marcel turned away, de
lighted by this triumph, and murmur
ed, "The voicoof tho people is tho voice
of God!" Boston Transcript
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The 'poor widdy' proved to be the chief
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Hott to rrotect Yourself.
If yon get into a quarrel with a man
and eeo that j'ou can't get out ot it with
out a light right then and there, forget
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1 am speaking of conrso of tho3e who
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being anyhow. Washington Post.
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