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About The North Platte semi-weekly tribune. (North Platte, Neb.) 1895-1922 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 17, 1901)
HER. SOLDIER, BOY a umi ji ami ot uui in i ww At tho open flap of his narrow tent hangs a strip of tho midnight skies, Pricked through by a myriad points of light, that (lash In his tired eyes; lie has waked from a dream of a summer day, and, now, with a throb of pain, Ho pillows his head on Ills young right arm, and summons the dream again. A pathway barred by shadow and shine, a Blow In tho golden west; A song In the rustling leaves o'crhcad, as a bluebird hushes Its nest; A slip of a girl In a muslin gown, a cadet In a coat of gruy But tho slim llttlo hand ho clasps In his Is a half of the world away! Under Dogwood Blossoms. I DY GEORGE BINGHAM. (Copyright, 1901. by Dally Story Pub. Co.) Not far from Cadiz, ou tho crooked old Kentucky plko, an ox wagon cov ered with a dingy sheet overtook me. A tall man, who looked lazy, sat on a broken chair In front nnd drove, while back under tho cover flvo tow-heads jrcro stuck cut to watch tbi slowly changing scenery. Under tho shackly, rattling vehicle walked a lazy old brlndlo do he could walk nowhero else, bolng tied to tho axlo with a ropo. A Bcrub milch .cow was tied to tho back end of tho wagon; tho skillets and pans, fasten ed to tho sides of tho wagon-bed, rat tled and bumped; and buckets and pots swung from tho axles beneath, as tho wagon slowly passed along tho plko. I dropped from tho splotch of shado on a rail fonco corner whero I had sat for some time, and spoko to tho man. "Good morning," ho answered. "If you are going our way, hop up and rldo." Ho reached back, got a handy bucket, turned It over, and I sat down bcsldo him. When I told him my namo ho said ho, knew a person in Arkansas by tho namo of Andy Cobb, but that he was a negro. Then ho laughed. Ho asked mo which way I was going, and when I told him I was not particular which way, ho said to mo: ' Tvo been llvln' In Arknnsaw for a good while, and am on my way to South Carolina to vl3tt my wifo's folks." Noticing the gait of his team, I askod him how long ho had been en route, and In an easy manner ho re plied: "Oh, llttlo tho rise of nlno weeks." "Whon do you expect to got there?" "Kaln't toll. Ain't no mor'n ha'f way yet Who-a-a boys! Sally you nnd tho brats hold tight back there, for hero's another creek. You know whut fools theso cattlo are about watorv" Then ho addressed me. "Ever" creek wo come to they break In a run for it." Tho steers struck a brisk pace and whon to tho bank made a lungo which nearly upset tho wagon. After riding an hour with him in which tlmo wo traveled about three miles I wished thorn good luck and took tho other fork of tho road. True, I was not very particular which way I went, for I had nothing to do. Two months previous I had heard tho little town of Snortsvlllo wanted a newspaper, and that being tho favorlto one of my several voca tions, I went to tho placo and put "Something hit the earth." torth tho Weekly Post, with a dusty outfit that bad been abandoned some weeks before. In a few Issues I found that tho people did not want a local paper as bad as they thought thoy did, so I wound up my business, which took but a few minutes, and walked out of town, and it was only a few moraines later that I was overtaken Through the vlbrnnt hush of the starry night hum the life of a tropic cllmc, And under tho breast of his khaki blouio ths heart of the lad beats time, In fi land where an endless summer reigns, ho dreams of a June gone by And a wandering wind steals into his tent and carries away a sight by tho man going to visit his wife's folks. After leaving Mr. Botts I camo to n creek. Tho banks wcro pretty with fragrant older and dogwood blossoms, and birds fluttered over tho clear, s'.owly-raovlng water, and chattered and chirped in the undergrowth. I heard tho sound of rippling water, and going up-stream found a cool, clear, blue spring which rippled and tumbled over recks on Its way to tho Creek. I brushed the old acorns and sticks from a soft mossy slant and stretched out to rest "Git up horo, now, Pud! You domed old fool! Makln' llko you nlr skecred o' this placo when you como horo ovor' day. Quit that snortln' and git in thcro and drink befo' I larrup you with a hickory." I raised to my elbows and saw a w "Come on back " barefoot man trying to persuade a mulo to drink at tho stream. Tho con trary animal pranced around nnd went behind a bank, leaving only tho rider's head visible to me. Of a sudden It be gan bobbing up and down, and 1 heard him urging tho mulo to behave, In langungo unsultablo to reproduce His head disappeared, his feet camo up In tho air, and something hit the earth with a dull sound. Whon I sot to tho bank ho was brushing tho f-lrt and gravel from his shoulder, end whon I- asked him tho troublo, ho re plied: "Nothln. Blasted old mulo Just tossed me off over hor head. "Tuck Buchanan lives right up there on tho ridge," ho answered when I asked him whero I might find some dinner. He spurred tho mule in tho flanks with his baro heels, and 1 watched tho spry llttlo animal pick her way up a rough path, sometimes leading under low branches, which caused tho rider to duck his head or push them back. Again I lay down on tho moss Scents of peach and applo blossoms camo to mo on tho soft, lazy air. A farm-boll clanged somowhoro up tho creek bottom and was followed by an other and another. Plow-mules brayed and hurried toward their rows' end, for ten ears of corn and an hour's rest was coming, "Don't you want to walk down to tho mill? I don't hear It running. 1 guess that trllln' fellow I've got nt tendln' to it la plied up in tho corn- box asleep as ho usually is," said Mr, Buchanan to mo tho day after I went to his houso. Wo went to tho mill and, as ho ex pectcd, we found tho miller dozing In tho corn-box. "I'd let him go If I had another mnn. Kit Smith wants tho Job, but ho ain't got any education and couldn't buy wheat or calculate on tolls." Being well satisfied with tho sur roundlnga and desiring to remain in that section. I insisted that Kit Smith, with my assistance, could operato the mill; and In a few days Mr. Smith nnd I had tho job. Mr. Buchanan was a homely old fol low, his profllo at a dlstanco remind ing mo of tho plcturo of somo gro.V old man I had seen In history, nnd 1 hardly saw how ho could bo tho father of a girl so pretty and sweet as Miss Fannlo. In a month I was also assistant man ager of tho big farm, for Mr. Buchan an had decided that tho greasy scum on a wet wcathor spring back In tho field was slgnB of an underground Btrcam of coal oil and was figuring on organizing a stock company to drill. The smiles nnd kind words of Miss Fannlo gavo mo a feeling a delightful thrill I had never beforo experienced. A young fellow accompanied hor to church ono Sunday, and when sho ro turned that night I know that I loved hor. How lonosomo I had been that day without her. Tho next night sho invited mo to tho parlor to cngngo her In a game of so cial "soven-up." Wo hnd a pleasant time, nnd hardly beforo tho hour to go to my room. I stopped tho game, grasped her pretty hand and told her my fcollnns. I bowed my head to kiss her hand, but sho pulled It back, said "No, no," and bado mo good night. I Bald to her tho next morning, "Miss Fannlo, excuso mo last night I couldn't help It, though. Let It pass and think no moro of It, but I do lo " "Mr. Cobb, won't you leave? Go off and think no moro of It, and lot mo forgot you. It will bo better, as nothing else enn como of It. Leave nnd lot me forget you." Sadly I told hor farowoll Sunday morning and walked off down tho road, again In my aimless wandering. When a halt mllo away I heard somcono coming up behind mo on a horso. 1 went to tho side of tho road to lot It pass. But when tho horso camo up it stopped and as I looked around, Miss Fannlo ran Into my arms. "Como on back! You must not lcavo mo! You cannot! Tho futuro looks empty without you." Tears of Joy camo to my eyes, and I bent my head over on hers. I kissed her, Bald, "God bless my angel," and kissed her again. Tho horso sho rode, seeing it was forgotten, turned and followed us home. A hungry-looking "razor-back" sow with thirteen young pigs, rooting In tho dirt and rocks nearby mado an unusual lot of noise, and I raised up and found myself still lying on tho mossy placo by tho spring. I had lain thcro and Imagined I would flguro in a romance something llko tho above. If tho hogs had allowed mo to finish tho plot I lmaglno It would hdvo wound up by mo becoming owner Of tho farm nnd 'mill, and sovoral oil wells. I washed my faco In tho cool blue wator, smoothed over my hair and went with somo anxiety to tho Buchan an homo on tho ridge. There was no sweet girl Fannlo, nor oven a Mrs. Buchannn tho old man kept "bach" on a small gully washed farm. But I went in, ato a dinner of beans and bacon, and went on off down tho plko, very seriously thinking. HELEN KELLER'S HAND. riuitcr Cmt of It In Collection of Law roncn lliilton, Mr. Lawronco Hutton is making a collection of plaster casts of hands, says a Trenton special In tho Now York Sun. Ho already has about fif teen specimens. Ho brought back with him from Europe recently tho original cast of tho hand of Thomas Carlyle, which ho picked up In a London shop for a trifling Bum. Among others In tho collection nro likenesses of the hands of Ilossottl, Robert Louis Ste venson, Lincoln nnd Thackeray, and tho mummified hands of nn Egyptian princess of tho tlmo of Moses. Theso Mr. Hutton has hanging on tho walls of his library. Ho also has a cast of tho hand of llclon Keller, tho wonder ful blind mute, which ho regards very highly on account of Its artistic finish. All tho lines In tho skin, nnd even tho llttlo nervo cushions on tho tips of her fingers, with which sho feels so accu rately, uro plainly discernlblo In tho plaster. Beneath each caso Mr. Hut ton has written some appropriate lines. Beneath that of Miss Keller's hand Is tho following: "Sho Is deaf to sounds all about us; What she sees we cannot understand; But her sight's at the tip of her fingers And sho hears through tho touch of her hands." After Meeting. "Bishop," said tho young preacher, "I know you were hitting nt mo when you denounced lino apparel nnd Jew elry, for I wear a velvet vest and a watch nnd chnln." "No, brother," re plied tho bishop, with n twlnklo In his eyo, "for I hnlf Buspect your vest is cotton velvet, and an for tho watch, I never gave you credit for moro than a Waterbury!" Atlanta Constitution. A Huggmtlnn. Mrs. Hauskeop Tho dlBhcs you havo put on tho tablo of late, Bridget, havo been positively dirty. Now.Bomethltig's got to bo dor.o about It. Bridget Yis, mum; nv yo only had dark-col ored wans, mum, they wouldn't show tho dirt at all. Philadelphia Press Worse Looking Than He Felt. Baboony Mo boy, you look as if you had Just Btcpped out of a fashion plate. Crlnkleton That 10? I knew I had rheumatism, but I didn't sup. poso I was as stiff as that! Hnrlera Life. A CIVIL WAR. HEROINE v v Story of Jonnlo Wixde, Who W n.t GottysburU. LUL Jonnlo Wado's gravo, which is locat ed besldo hor parents In tho Citizens' Evergreen coniotory, adjoining tho Philadelphia National cemetery. la now marked by n monument which Is being frccted by tho Woman's Relict Corps of Iowa. Tho dedication took plnco ro Jpiuly. The podestnl Is of American ?rny granlto, tho four sides of which aro highly polished. Surmounting tho pedestal stands a flno Italian mnrblo tutue of Jonnlo Wade. On the sub bnso, In largo raised letters, Is tho namo "Jcnnlo Wndo." Tho Inscrip tions on tho monument nro as follows i "Jennie Wndo, aged 20 yenra 2 months, killed July 3, 18G3, whllo making bread for tho union soldiers." On tho oppo site side: "Erected by tho Women's Relief Corps of lown, A. D. 1901." On another sldo, "Whatsovor God wllleth must be, though n nation mourn." On tho sldo opposite this, "With a courago born of loynlty sho hath dono what sho could." Tho com mlttco In charge of tho erection of tho montunont, after receiving bids from various sections of tho country, had plnced tho contract In Gettysburg, it Is modeled after tho design selected by Mrs. G. W. McClollnn, a sister to Jen nie. It is said that tho figure and fea tures of the statuo present n good like ness of tho heroine. The cost of tho monument is about $1,000 nnd It stands ovor ton feet high. Jonnlo Wntlo's 1 1 tin no. Tho houso In which Jennie Wado lived at tho tlmo of tho battle Is ap parently n one-story doublo brick house, as vlowod from tho outside, writes n correspondent of tho Chicago Dally News, llowover, on entorlng, It Is found to hnvo two rooms on tho first floor ou each sldo of tho houso, and n stairway In tho roar room leads to a second floor whero two plastered rooms aro found, each having a small window lo the end of tho house, tho sides of tho house bolng alike. At tho time of tho battle that neigh borhood possessed fowcr houses, nnd this ono, being located on high ground, was In full view of tho confedornto sharpshootors, who deemed It nB n possible- headquarters of tho union army, and thus It wns that this Iioubo was a mark for many bullets. Tho marks of ovor a hundred which struck tho house havo bcon counted. Tho holes through tho small window panes, washes and doors nro plainly vlslblo nnd npparantly ns If mado but yesterday. Tho house at tho present tlmo is used MISS JENNIE WADE AND HOME IN WHICH SHE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG. as n museum nnd nmoug tho numorous relics displayed is shown tho Blx-lnch shell thut pnBscd through tho upper part of tho houso, entering tho room, passing through tho mlddlo wnll and dropping on tho outor side of tho houso. How .lenulo AVurifi Win Itltlutl. Tho positions of tho doors and tho windows of tho house nro as they woro on July 3, 18C3. A number of bullets passed entirely through tho two win dow sashes. Tho marks of those bul lets display tho position of tho win dows and tho tloors nt that tlmo. Tho door, ns Been through tho back win dow, displays n numbor of bullot holes which wcro as clearly pierced as If mudo by nn auger. Tho bullet that proved fatal to comely Jennie Wade, who was thon 20 years of ago, pnssed through tho ponol of tho outer door, and through tho door between tho rooms, which was opened nt tho time, and pierced tho breast of tho heroine, who had been performing hor house hold duties nt tho time. Her married Bister lay sick abed In the room adjoining nt tho tlmo, and she, too, had a nurrow cscnpo from dentil. Ah tho shot and shell wcro flying nbout ono passed through the window of her room, cutting off a por tion of the post of tho bed in which sho lay. Jennie wns burled In tho roar of tho yard that evening by somo of the soldiers, whom sho had assisted In various ways, such as carrying water and helping tho wounded during the progress of the battle. Tho people of Gettysburg wcro botween tho two ar mies; nevertheless, as a community, they did not desert their homos and remain out of Bight. Even the womon, mnny nftcr bavins been warned to leave tho town, remained bravely in their houses. Jonnlo Wade had been warned rcpeatodly to vacato tho place, but sho hud Invariably refused to do to. 3MMHMBS1 Killed Hurled In n Colonel's Cnflln. Curiously It wns that nt almost tho name moment n confedornto colonel foil near tho plnco that Jcnnlo had fallen. Tho confederates wcro occu pying tho grounds Just then. Thoy hnd taken enre of tho dead colonel's body nnd hnd constructed n rough cof fin for IiIh Interment, but later a fed eral column took possession of tho grounds, tho nulo coflln wns secured and used for tho Interment of tho hcrolno Jennie. Lnter her hotly was removed to the Citizens' Evergreen comotery, which adjoins tho National, whnro It now rests. Jennie hnd a cor respondent, to whom Bhe was engaged, nnd who wan In the union army. Ho fell .nt Winchester, llo wns Corporal Skclly, lifter whom tho Gettysburg G. A. R. poet wan named. It was Corporal Skolly who fell first, and cro his love l.nd received tho snd nowa she, too, bad mnt a similar fate. Every memorial duy, snys tho Phil adelphia Record, hor gravo Is decorated with flowers nnd tho small American ling placed thereon by the G. A. R. post. POOH OJ.DRAVENNA. Iter HtrnaU Aro 3rnt-(lrovii nnd Her Churt'tiitH limply. Iu tho bend of the Adriatic Junt where tho coast line, though still trending south, Is about to make Its eastward curve, far down on tho great rivers which flow from tho Eastern Alps, lies Jtavcnnn. wo speak or n historic town, and think vaguely of changed streets nnd altered shapes of houses, but hero tho very faco of nn' turo Is changed: "Oh, earth, what changes hnst thou Been! There, whero tho long street soars, hnth becit The stillness of tho central sea WAS KILLED Look down from tho summits of tho Apennines todny, nnd you will bco tho llttlo town of Rnvcnnn lyhig fnr off, encircled by tho.pluln, nnd divided by forest nnd marsh from tho dlstnnt glistening sen. But thcro wero days whon tho Adriatic camo closo to hor very doors, and tho rules of tho Ro man cmplro, dovlslng now harbors for their swelling fleet, turned to Ravonnn as wo turn to Dover today. Tho shrinking ocean has cnrrled with her tho glory of Ravennn, drawn back llko pobblcs ou tho strong ebb of n broken wave. How lonely she Hob today! Fringed with her melancholy pines, nnd lulled with no music except tho cronklng of her frogs, thcro sho sinks into siient ticcny. iter streets aro grass-grown. Her churches uro empty, Tho very tourlHt HhrlnkB from hor de pressed nostoines. llo tries to como for the day and speed away for tho night, frlghtoned by tho vnguo rumor of fovor, or Ignorance of her claims to renown. And yet Rnvcnnn took from Rome the fading glories of tho Inttor omplre, nnd wns lit for a brlof Bpaco with tho glory of that mighty sunset, Hers wus tho twilight of tho godH. Fortnightly Review. A ritlr Communion. When Coronet Joyco, ono of Crom well's men, went to Holmby to romovo King Charles I to safer quarters, thero being a plot nmong Presbyterians to kidnap him, ho took along COO troop ors, When Charles utopped out of hi houso ho was confronted by this con siuoramo iorco. tho King at onco asked whether Joyco had any coinmls Blon for whnt ho was doing. "Horo,1 replied Joyco, turning In his saddle as ho spoke and pointing to tho soldiers ho bended, "is my commission. It Is behind mo." "It is n fair commission, replied King Chnrles, "and as well written as I have scon a commission In my life." A'l HIS WATOH IN CABLE SLOT. Tha Slnculnr Accident That llofelt n Clnclnnntl Ainu, A singular Incident Is related in connection with n mishap which hap pencil to Dr. J. T. Know, whllo mak ing n professional call In Avondnlo re cently. In dismounting from tho car In Rockdnlo nventio tho doctor did not wait until It camo to a full stop, but ondcnvorctl to step from tho running board whllo tho car was still In mo tion. In somo mnnnor his foot wns cnught and ho was thrown headlong Into tho street. Tho car crow wob soon bcsldo him, nnd nftcr tho doc tor wns plnced upon his feet, ho an nounced that ho wns unhurt, ond re tired to a corner drug atoro to rcmovo tho dirt nnd dust from his clothing and prcparo to coutlnuo on IiIb way to sco his patient. The doctor missed his Rlasses. These, singularly, wcro found n few feet from whero tho doc tor had fallen, unbroken. Ho then proccctlrtl to tho houso of his patient. Ucforo leaving his patient, ho went through tho usual form of taking tho pulse, and, when ho reached Into hln pocket for his watch, ho found It gono. Tho tlmcplcco 1b a very valuable ono and tho doctor hastened back to whero tho accident hnd befallen him, nnd ninilo Inquiries us to whether or not It hnd been found. No ono hnd seen It. Tho doctor proceedod to look nbout for tho tlmcplcco, In tho gutters, nnd nbout tho Btreot, nnd every nvnllnb'.a hiding plnco was Honrchod In vain. Many of his friends also assisted. - Tho doctor wnB nbout to concludo tho swell when ho thought ho would look Into the cnblo slot. For somo distance tho slot was followed, and, to tho Brent astonishment of tho doctor, tho watch was finally located nbout forty feet away from whero ho had fallen. An attache of tho cable company wan secured nnd tho wntch recovered. Strangely enough, lis only dumngo waB n few dirt nnd grccso spots nnd a cracked crystal. Tho only oxplunntlon for tho singular Incident In that In falling tho wntch was thrown from hln pocket nnd rolled to tho cnblo slot Into which It dropped nnd wns carried Into whero It was found by tho action of tho cable. Cincinnati Commercial. HE SWAGGERED. lint III" Swaggering Cimud Too Hlch for Comfort. "Whon I got my two weeks' vaca tion this year," said tho young man with tho unhappy countonnnco, "I mado up my mind to sling on n llttlo dtylo nnd bo n toptoppor. I wont to n scnahoro resort and registered myself under a high-sounding namo nnd mnn- gcd to let It bo known that I was tho uophow of a multl-mllllonnlro by that namo. It wnsn't 24 hours beforo I wns swagger. In 24 moro 1 wns flirting; with half n dozen goodlooktng glrla nnd tho envy of all tha other young men. Then my troubles begoji. Tho landlord hinted that so distinguished n guest ought to tnko a parlor room, and I took It nt nn Incroaso of $0 per week. Then I wns told that tho houso had champagno at ?3.G0 per bottlo, nnd had to order. My fees to tho waiters doubled up, shoo polish advanced fifty por cent nnd I had to subscribe to a hop, a muslcnlc, nn orphan excursion nnd thrco or four othor things. Thoy oven Btruck mo for n dollur to buy a sailor a wooden leg and CO conts moro to help n fishormau's widow get nn car trumpet. I had counted on two long weeks, but nt tho ond of flvo days I was down on my Inst plunk. That waa ust enough to get homo on, but be foro I could stnrt I had to chip in n quarter to help buy bIiocb for n father less boy, and whon I finally took tho train my silver wntch was In tho pawn shop. 1 came, I saw, I busted. I swaggered and swelled and wns qui to tho thing, donchor know, but It only lasted live days, and I'll bo hard up all winter to puy for It. I sighed to bo nt tho top, lAit I shall sigh no moro. Tho drop hurtB n follow of flno feelings." Hunting with How unci Arrow, A new class of sportsmon has been growing up within tho last fow years, whoso distinguishing characteristics la based upon tho lino followed by tho lato Maurlco Thompson, sportsman and author. Thompson disdained to use tho shotgun on small gamo, preferring; to mutch skill against cunning. Jla mado it a practice not to kill gamo un til ho was closo enough to watch nntl study It. So ho took n long bow anil went Into tho woods nftcr quail nnd grouse, no nunieti rnuuits in tno satno manner, nntl wns very successful. When ho wont nftor quail ho stole upon tho flock in Its haunts and picked off tho birds with arrows that made no noise and did not frighted those that romnlned. in this way ho grow to know tho haunts and habits of hhv quarry as tho shotgun hunter nevet does. Rabbits ho stalked In n similar manner. Tho point to bo won wns to sco tho rabbit In tho llttlo "form" where It spends tho day, In surround ings thnt render It well-nigh Invisible nnd shoot It beforo It could run away For squirrels ho took nn ancient flint lock rlflo. Most hunters are not han dicapping themselves to this extent but tako Instead of bow or flintlock c small rlllo with which tho head inn bo snlppod off a quail or grouso and t tiny puncture mado In a rabbit's skull Another Question. Proud mother (complacently) My daughter Is studying the language; abroad. Sho speaks Frurich and Ital ian as well us sho does English. Vis itor (Innocently) 'And does sho speak English woll7 Harper'a Buzar. Friendship Is one of tho fair flower of ParadUe blooming in our world d pain.