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NEMAHA, " - " - NEBRASKA.
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.THE MOTHER-IN-LAW.
The poets and punstirs havo often muJIgueu
her,
Her temper nml actions they've thorough
' ly cuKBcd!
Willi fun-dilvcn heels they've endeavored
to grind her
Down Into the depths of the ridicule dust.
Thc'ttlr hiiB been hot with the Jokes they've
tired nt her,
You'd think her the worst un the world
VJ ever snw,
And nivcr a ono hns us yet delcncd to flnt-
m ' ter
'.That feminine treasure, tho mother-In-
f law.
Tho nnRcls would envy her sweet dlspoid-
Hon,
A motherly smile ever clInRB to her fnce;
She's proud of the dlfjnlty of her position:
Her temper but rarely gets Jarred from
Its base.
Bho thinks her dear son Is (i peach rlpo and
mellow,
A puro earthly "anscl" with never a flaw,
And nine times In ten tho affcctlonitto fel
low Is madly In lovo with his mother-in-law.
Her visits nro looked on ns sunny oases
To Kladdcn the dreary old desert of life,
Her Kon-ln-lnw thinks sho posbcsscb rare
graces,
And loves her for giving him such a swoet
wife
Tho homo Is u dreamland of lovo when she's
In It.
No breezes of discord blow chilly and
raw;
An hour In Its flight seems a bllss-lndcn
mlnuto
When lit with the s.nllcn of the mother-in-law.
In slcknens her voice so delightfully sooth
ing Oft tempers tho pnngn of tho demon of
pain;
Her hand when nn Invalid brow softly
smoothing
Cools down the hot lire of Ilia feverish
brain,
fine's here and she's there where her serv
ice is wanted;
A sweeter old nngel tho world never saw,
And glad is the homo that'is frequently
haunted
With tho spirit no kind of tho mother-in-law.
Of courso there nro some that aro thor
oughbred terrors,
For there aro exceptions to every rule;
They sco In their Bons-ln-law nothing but
errors,
And grndo them about on a plnnc with tho
mule.
Their eyes ever eenrch for a cause for a
rumpus,
They'ro expert of tongue and thcy'ro
nlmblu of Jaw,
But, though all tho wits of nowspupordom
' Jump us,
We're here to stand up for tho mothor-ln-law,
James narton Adams, In Denver Even
ing Post.
By 'Will N. H&rbsrrj.
Copyright, 1900, by A. N. Kelloce Newspaper Co,J
CHAPTER XIX. Continued.
Ab Father Surtees went into the
aext room Blanche did not rise. She
seemed completely stupefied.
"Rowland 1b anxious for me to make
a, certain disclosure to you," the priest
said, taking her Hand. "I must first
beg you to be lenient, If you can,
with u man who loves you with nil his
soul. Of thnt there Is no doubt.'
"Ho has lost my fortune?" cried
Blanche, sharply. "What do you sup
pose I care for money when when ho
ia dying?"
"It is not thnt, my dear Mrs. God
dnrd," said the priest, averting his
solcinu gray eyes. "I am afraid it is
even more serious Hum that."
"What is it? What Is wrong, then?"
questioned the young wife, laying a
trembling hand on the arm of the priest,
"Can you bear a blow from a most
unexpected source?" asked Father
Surtees, "a revelation which will
hake your faith even in the man you
love?"
"Hush I" Blanchq cried, firing imme
diately. "Do you dare to speak ngainBt
him when ho is dying? Oh, my God!"
Father Surtees shrank from her nn
Instant, and a look of pain spread over
his fine face. lie allowed her indig
nant oyeB to rest on him for a mo
ment, then ho said:'
"lie has begged me to make a con
fession' to you of the greatest im
portance. My poor chUd you will
have to have great fbrtitudo to listen
aalmly to what I am going to tell
you."-
"What do you mean?" Blanche ques
tioned, the lire still kindllngiu her eyes.
"Would you not be shocked if I were
to tell you," Father SurtecB began to
look about the room ai if searching
for tho gentlest means of conveying
bis meaning. "It I were to tell you
that 'there was a a mistake about
Mrs. Goddard's death?"
Blanche's eyes grew large.
"You mean that that1 sho is alive?"
he asked, slowly.
"Yes, she is alive."
Blanche fixed his eyes with a steady
tare of incredulty,
"Noi deac not dead?"
The priest nodded.
'And there is something else," he
went on, "and to do Maj Goddard full
jMstice you must mnke up'your mind
to believe that he did not love you m
ho does now, till till after he mar
ried you. He has told mc his full
dtory, and my heart blccdH for him.
He says he was trying to confess to
you when the accident cut him short."
"He was trjing to tell me what?"
nsked Blanche, her brows wrinkled in
perplexity.
"He was trying to confess that ho
knew' that his wife wnH alive when he
married you."
"O-ohl" Thnt exclamation was ns
sudden and sharp ui if it had been
caused by a crushing blow.
The priest took her hands and held
them tenderly.
"But there were ninny, many exten
uating circumstances," he continued,
plcndlugly. "Ho was the tool of a de
signing woman; he was out of his
mind. I had noticed his downfall
from the moment ho met her and
came under her baneful influence. Sho
convinced him beyond doubt that you
had n fatal malady which would carry
you off In a few months. She wanted
your money; he was temporarily in
snne. For God's Bake pity him. 1
know men as a botanist knows his
plants, and I could swear that he has
been a man changed for the better
since you became his wife. If you
could only believe HiIb it would, 1
know, be a crumb of comfort in your
great calamity."
Blanche's head sank to the table at
which Bhe sat. Father Surtees still
held one of her hands. He waited for
a moment, but sho did not look up or
utter a word. He would have thought
she had swooned but for the visible
shudders passing through her frame.
"He did not find out till this nftcr
noon that sho had deceived him about
your health, then he came to tell you
tho whole truth. He would have told
you earlier, but Mrs. Goddard had
made him believe thnt the shock
would kill you. He kept back the rev
elation to save your life. He told mo
he was In a literal hell a hell of bis
own creation, but if he dies to-night,
dear child, he will be nmong the re
deemed. His soul is ns white as snow.
The responsibility of his sin all rests
on Mrs, Goddnrd's "
"Don't don't call her by thnt name
again I" Blanche suddenly cried, draw
ing herself up and looking into ids
faco trquurcly. "She was never his
lawful wife. I am the only woman
he ever married renlly married 1"
Father Surtees thought her mind
was unsettled, and a look of deeper
concern passed over his countenanced
"I I don't understand " he sttim
mered. "I did not know it till to-day this
afternoon," explained Blanche. "Her
husband came here looking for her.
Ho told mo nil about her. She was
really married when my guardian met
her."
"Then you nro really his wife she
1b a bigamist 1" cried Father Surtees.
"Oh, my dear child, this makes
It all so different. There is but
one Christian course open to you.
He has repented more deeply than
one inttn in ten millions. You
must forgive him. Ho never knew
what a real, pure and uplifting love
meant till he married you. God Him
self often puts such ordeals in the
way of men to lift them above the
world. If you refuse to receive the
gold when it has come purified from
the fire you deny tho wisdom of the
Almighty. Forgive your husband.
He moy not live through the night
remember that."
Father Surtees ceased spenklng.
Blnnchc lowered her head to the table
again. Tho priest saw her shudder'
several times ns if she were trying to
put certain thoughts from her. At
this juncture the door leading into
the room where Goddard lay was soft
ly opened. It was Dr. Bandall. He
advanced with n very grave face to
Blanche.
"You must pardon me If I am In
truding," he said to her. "But I must
do my duty. I am obliged to see that
Maj, Goddard Is troubled about some
misunderstanding with you, and as his
life is really in great danger, I must
appeal to you to cuse'hls mind if it is
possible. All the medical care and skill
In the world cannot save him as long
as ho is in his present excited condi
tion." "Mrs.Goddnrd is going to him now,"
said the priest, speuking for Blanche.
"Yes, let me- see him one moment
alone," she said, her eyes filling, "I
can set his mind at rest; I can and 1
will."
Tho two men remained stnnding
where they were, and she went to
tho mnjor's couch. Kneeling, she put
her faco against his.
"I am here, dear guardian," she said,
"don't don't worry I"
"Oh, ho has not tbld you!" Goddard
said, his eyes roving towards the ad
jacent room.
"Yes, he has told me everything,
darling," she answered, stroking his
face.
"And you can forgive me?" he asked.
"You, oh, my God!"
"Fully, dear; it shall never enter
my head again."
"But you muBt not stay hero," he
said, huskily. "Oh, to think that I
am obliged to s,end you nway!
Blanche, this will kill me. But now
that you know tho truth, you must
go. God only knows what will be
coimi of mo, but I deserve even great
er punishment."
"I urn going to stay, dear guardian.
I have bomethlng to tell you. I am
your oni lawful wife. 1 found out
only this afternoon that when you
married her she had a husband nllve
Henry Diigdnlc. He was here looking
for her."
Sho saw him catch his breath. For
amoment he lny perfectly still. Then:
"Oh, Blanche, in this possible?"
"It is the truth. He told me his
whole story. When you nro stronger
I shall tell you all about it, but in the
meantime remember that nothing
shall separate you and mc."
She saw him close his eyes. His fea
tures began to work convulsively.
Tears welled up under his eyelids and
oozed out on his checks.
"It is tho blessing of God," she
heard him murmur. "He has answered
my prayer."
She wiped the tears from his face
and kissed him. Then he opened his
eyes and smiled.
"The blessing of God, darling," he
suld, in a louder tone.
"Will you not try to get well, now,
for my sake?" Blanche asked.
"Yes, for your sake," he said, and
she rose to call the doctor.
This gentleman, when he entered
the room, nnd looked at his patient,
remarked:
"He stands a fair chance of pulling
through, Mrs. Goddard, and the credit
will be yours. Now he must sleep."
CHAPTER XX.
A month later Mnj. Goddard was en
abled to move about the house and
grounds with a cane. Be had had the
beBt nursing in tho world, and con
sidering the great load which had
been removed from his mind it is lit
tle wonder that he did recover. The
secret of the identity of his nssailant
was kept by Blanche, Father Surtees
nnd the major from the other mem
bers of the household. A report had
become current that the attnek was
made by a robber, whom Blanche
and the major had met on the
grounds, and who fired on them to
make his escape. These three know
ing ones thought it was likely Jeanne
had given up her murderous plans,
but for fear thnt she might cause fur
ther trouble, Father Surtees was mak
ing strenuous efforts to find her thnt
he might inform her that they knew
bf her marriage to Dugdolc.
One bright, sunny day Tnlley, who
still lived at Lyndhurst, persunded the
major to go into the city with him to
see the new bank, of which Talley
was" cashier and the major vice pres
ident. They had both disposed of
their G. N. & W. stock at an enormous
increase in value, and had invested
part of their earnings in the stock of
the new bank.
The major was writing some letters
In his oflicc at t,hc bank that after
noon when the office boy announced
a lady. And when the visitor entered,
despite a long, heavy veil, Goddard
recognized Jeanne. As the office boy
withdrew she closed the door and
stood with her hand on the handle.
"I sec you recognize me, Rowland,"
sho began.
"Yes, I recognize you," said the
major, grown white with excitement.
"Won't you sit down?"
She took a seat opposite his revolv
ing chair, and threw back her veil, dis
closing a white, wasted face.
"I have not come os an enemy, Row
land," she said, softly.
"Oh, you have not?" he soid,
"No; for I am completely in yovr
power. I knew I was taking u big
BLANCHE'S HEAD SANK UPON THE
TABLE.
risk; but I could not have any peace
of mind till I had seen you. I have
met my husband, Henry. Dugdale, and
he bald he had told Blanche about my
first murringe. 1 know you can hand
me over to the law as a bigamist, but
T d'on't think you will do so, consider
ing considering your love for
Blanche. My spell over you is broken,
Rowland."
"Yes, it is broken, Jeanne. I could
look you in the face for n thousand
years and only wonder how "
"Don't say it," she broke in. "Let's
part frlend3."
"After you tried to kill her poor
child?" he asked. "Jeanne, I cannot
forgive that."
"I was out of my head," haid Jeanne,
pleadingly. "I did not intend to shoot
ut her till I overheard you about to
confess. Thnt maddened me. 1 would
not have shot at you even then,
If you had not run between mo and
her, but I hove sorqly repented. You
sec I can repent, too, Rowland. You
have, and I know there is a sort of
light in your fucethat never wus
s f. I, I1 i
there belore. Do try to paidou me,
and let me go nway and try to live a
better life. I nm so, so tired of
wrong-doing. It has never led me
anywhere. Henry still loves me, and
will take mc back to Denvet, where
no ono will ever nssodlnto my name
with yours. He says our child Is long
ing for mc. lie sent me to you. Ho
wants to feel that we will not .be
troubled by your preferring charges
against mc. Will you do this?"
"I sholl be glad to, Jeanne," said
the major, slowly. "I want to telL
Blnnchc that she need no longer bo
afraid of you. She is very nervous.
Ever since that night she starts nt
the slightest sound. She seems to
fend that her life is constantly in
danger."
"Well, tell her wo are going away
to-morrow. I shnll never come to New
York again. My.husband is a good
man, and he has 'suffered."
Jeanne rose nnd held out her hand.
"Good-by," she said. "I am very
sorry I wounded you. When I heard
you were about to die, I came near
killing 1113'self. I would have done so
If Henry had not saved mc. Ho told
me you were recovering."
"Good-by." The major gave her his
hand. "I think you had better draw
your veil and go at once. Tnlley is in
the counting-room, and might recog
nize you."
Hnlf an hour later Blanche drove up
to the bank in n cab, and remained
seated in it while she sent in a mes
sage to her husband that she would
wait" for him outside. He came out
ready to go home nt once.
"I wob afraid to trust you alone
with Mr. Tnlley," she said, with a
smile. "I had some shopping to do,
and I decided to come by for you."
He got in by her side, nnd they
started for the station.
"Blanche, you ore fibbing," he said,
seriously. "You were afraid some
thing might happen to me. T see it
in your face."
She made no dental ns she caught
his hand and held it warmly,
"Of what were you afraid, darling?"
he asked.
"You know well enough," she an
swered, abruptly. "I have been nenr
ly crazy nil afternoon, thinking
thinking, oh, darling, you said your
self that she is in New York!"
"Yob; but she is going nway to
morrow." "Have you seen her?"
"Only a few minutes ngo. She came
to ask my forgiveness, and to beg me
not to prosecute her. Her husband
has taken her back. Blanche, you will
never see her again."
"And you pardoned her, dear?"
"As you did mc, darling. I am a bet
ter man for what I have been through,
mny she not be a better woman?"
""I suppose so," exclaimed Blanche.
"Oh, dear, I am so happy now that
was the only thing left to trouble
me."
the' end.
A Splendid Illufr.
One" Jew nnd four reputed Chris
tians were plnjing poker on nn At
lantic liner. The pool was piled with
SO sovereigns. The Jew nsked for two
curds, and one of them wns turned
the queen of diamonds. "I won't take
it," he protested. "But you must,"
snid the dealer. "I won't," hold the
Jew. The players all supported the
dealer. "It's not fair," persisted the
Jew. "J'll take my 10 out of the
pool and leave the game." "You can't
leave the game, but you must leave
your money," was the reply. So he
gave in and topic the card. Only two
were betting, one of whom was the
Jew, who raised and raised his ad
versary. "But, my dear fellow, 1 know
your hand can't be worth much it
isn't fair," said the Christian. "Well,
I'll see you," was the reply. The
Christian laid down four knaves. The
Jew showed four queens. "But what
on earth why did you refuse tho
quoen of diamonds?'" asked the loser.
"The Jew smiled pleasantly as he
emptied the pool. "That is my busi
ness," lie replied. London Chronicle.
Mere MutterlnRM,
Character is sometimes lost before
a reputation is attained.
Knowledge Is wliut we learn. Wk
dom is what we remember.
Poems and babies are alike. Their
parents always think they are clever.
"Children and fools speak the
truth." Is not this an attempt to put
an age limit on lying?
We ulways look so pleasant when
being photographed that it seems a
shame to get the bill for the pic
tures. The tender-hearted coal dealer
weeps at the high price of coal. He
grieves that it wus so cheap labt sum
mer. A genius never has to tell anyone
he Is a genius, unless he is bald. Oth
crvvisc his hair will proclaim his gifts.
Baltimore American.
From n Modern Standpoint.
A lady said the other day thut she
once asked her small nephew what was
his duty to his neighbor. "To call upon
him," was the precocious answer. On
another occasion she showed the same
child a picture representing the wid
ow and her mite; the small coin was
being dropped into a long hole, such
us would now be called a slot. "I
suppose," bald the urchin, "she'n get
some chocolate." Lltth Chronicle.
FANCY PIGEON LORE.
In EiiKlnml tlio l'niltcr mill Fnntnll
Urccilt Arc In Grant I) cm nml for
the Show IlooniH.
The extreme of artificial develop
ment in the pigeon family is repre
sented in ho Pouter and Fnntnll
breeds. Although .ilttlo valued in the
food market, they tire great favorites
in the show rooms, and quite x'Opular
as pets. In some sections the inter
est Is so great that tho pigeon entries
form one of the most prominent fea
tures of important poultry shows.
Good strains of the fancy breeds are
often very profitable on account of
Wie steady demand for breeding
stock.
The btntely Pouter cock, ns por
trayed, was sketched from a winning
bird shown in England by the well
known Scotchman and writer on pig
cons, Kobert Fulton. These birds'
have in their bhovr cases n pedestal
on which to stand that they may pose
erect, this being the ideal carriage
for Pouters, as the length of their
tails prevents the bird from standing
straight when shown on tho floor of
tho show cage. Length and slender
ness of girth nro properties quite as
much looked for in these birds as in
the large, roundiy inflated crop. The
fullnessln the back of the crop in this
A STATELY POUTER COCK.
Pouter wns a point to which Mr. Ful
ton especially called my attention as
being much cpveted and prized by
fanciers.
These birds measure from 18 to 120
inches from top of beak to tip of tail.
The legs should nlso be long 0 to 7
inches being expected on n good bird
and to stand well up a bird requires
good length of limb. It wn3 my good
fortune to sec the model of the por
trait of the Fnintnll in the lofts of
his breeder, not long before the ex
portation to this country. Tho prc
'cautipn which the owner took in
handling this specimen while show
ing it to me was only a snmplo of the
great caro taken by the British fnn
clers in rearing the birds and training
them for show purposes. The way in '
which the show Fantail is picked up
means almost as much for the devel
opment of a well-formed and well
carried tail as does the bird's very
breeding. Not a feather must be
twisted or displaced, not n movement
of tho head restrained for the car
riage of these birds' heads is a valued
point if correct, and very offensive to
a judge of them if the bird is defi
cient in this respect. I have seen
these birds so proud nnd strutting, so
high on tiptoe, that their gait, if so
it might be called, was but dancing
and apparently ns many steps were
taken backward as forward, while
scarcely a half dozen in succession
werev performed either way. Frank
lane L. Sewall, in Farm and Home.
AMONG THE POULTRY.
The season is at Imnd when large
broilers will bo demanded. Every
chick that will dress 20 or 30 ounces
now should bo marketed.
As warm weather approaches it is.
Well to discard all sloppy foods, and
feed only sound, dry grain, either
whole or coarsely ground,
Mny is tho season to hatch the
bulk of the stock to be retained for
next season's breeding or laying.
Eggs are low in price and tho weath
er is mild.
Corn meal, broken rice, milk and
eggs made into mush or custardB by
the thrifty poultry keeper, will put
tho finishing touches on the young
blrdB now ripening for the spring
broiler trade.
Young broods on high and dry
ground are not liable to have gapes
Hoard floors in coops nnd a generous
sprinkle of lime on the floor are good
preventives. To cure birds already
uffected, place them 111 a box, and
blow amongst them so they must in
halti it a powder composed of equal
parts of pyrethrum and powdered
gum camphor. Furm Journal. ,
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