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NEMAHA, " - " - NEBRASKA.
HARDSHIPS OF LITTLE WALDa
I wish 'at I could bo to work
Away In town eomowhcre,
Like my pa does, and havo a chanco
To stuy all day down thrrc,
And have some fun like other folks,
Instead of bcln' here,
And llascnln' to ma yell out:
"I want you, Waldo, dear!"
I never bo across tho street
Or round the block to play
Without I hear her hollcrln':
"Como In here, right awuy,"
And when tho Hudson boys como up,
An soon as 1 bcKlu
To havo a cliunco to bat sho says:
"Now, Wuldo, dear, come In I"
I enn't pile up things In the ynrd
llccauso sho comes and takes
One look and then holds up her hands
And hollers: "Mercy sokes!
Clcun ull that rubbish out of here,
My gracious, goodness met"
I wlsht I'd be an orphan boy,
And then I guess she'd bcc.
She Just goes round nil day and tries
To think up every way
Thcro over wus to never let
A boy get out to play;
Whatever I would rather do
Sho always tells mo: "Nol"
I wish I'd die, and then I guess
Tltut she'd bo sorry, though.
I wish 'at I wns big enough
To work down at the store
'CauBo then, you know, a person's ma
Can't mako him mind no more;
I'd like to go downtown with pa
Almost before daylight
And get a chance, sometimes, to stay
Till tun o'clock at night.
I wonder why a person's ma
Won't ever let you do
Or see or hear or say tho things
You'ro always wantln' to 7
8h6's nlwnys hollprin': "Como In
As quickly as you can"
I wlsli as soon lis I was borncd
That I'd 'a' been n man I
8. K. Klscr, in Chicago Iiocord-Hcr-ald.
BORN TO SERVE
By Charles M. Sheldon,
Author of "IN HIS STEPS, " "TOIIN KINO'S
QUESTION CLASS," "EDWARD
BLAKE, ''Etc.
lUopyritftit, 1WU, by LUurlca M. Sheldon )
CHAPTER III. Continued.
"Mrs. Vnno 1ms n convert. Did you
co Mrs. Ward's girl in tho pew with
her?" Mrs. Wilson naked, eagerly.
"Yes. Rather a neat, pretty girl,
and seemed to know her place. Mrs.
Word told mo tho other day that she
in wjll educated and"
"It is no sort of use trying to do
that sort of thingl" Mrs. lUce inter
rupted, with energy. "I tried that
plan onco in Whitevllle, and it did no
good nt all. Servants as a class cun
not bo treated that way. They al
ways take advantage of it."
"That's what I havo always said,"
added Mrs. Burns. "Look at Mrs.
Vane's girls. She changes as often
ns any of us, and hns as union trouble.
Tho girls don't want to bo treated
like that."
"And, If they do, it makes no dif
ference with their real position. No
one will really ask them into society;
and, if they did, they would not knr v
how to behave," Mrs. Wilson ex
claimed. "It does seem a pity, though," Mrs.
Rico went on, "that girls like this ono
shouldn't bo allowed to have a chance
liko other people. What is site with
Mrs. Ward for If sho is educated and
all that?"
"O, sho lias Eom'j Idea of helping
solve tho servant-girl problem," Mrs.
Burns replied. "At least, Mrs. Ward
told mo something of that sort. She
does not know,, all about the girl her
self." "It's a queer way to solve tho ques
tion to go out as a servant herself,"
said Mrs. Wilson, and tho other two
women said: "That's sol" Yet all
three of these women had been
brought up on tho theology of tho
orthodox teaching of tho atonement.
"Did you Ki.o Mr. Morton spea- ng
to the Wards? He was just as polite
to the girl as ho was to anyono In
the church."
"Of course; why not?" Mrs. Rico
asked with a superior air. "Hut now
imagine Mr. Morton or any other
gentleman In Crawford really consid
ering a servant a they eonside- her
people, even tho factory girls or tho
clerks at Bondman's."
"O well, of course, there is a dif
ference." "Of course," the other two women
assented. Rut, after all, what con
stitutes tho exact dilYerenco between
honest labor of the hands in a fac
tory or a storo ond in a home? If
they are both service that humanity
needs for its comfort or its progress,
ought they not both to bo judged by
tho standard of service, not by th
standard of place where tho (service
is rendered?
"I think u-s. Word will find out her
mistake, and bo ready to say so in
a little while. Tf sho is going to
bring her girl to church with her, x
don't see whero sho can stop short
of toking her with her everywhero
else; and of course society will not
tolerate that," Mrs. Rico said after a
pause,
'Of courbu not. Tho whole thing is
absurd. The girls must keep their
places. All such eccentric women like
Mrs. Vane do more harm than good,"
Mrs. Hums declared with decision.
"I hud given Mrs. Ward credit for
more sense," Mrs. Wilson said, grave
ly. "Hut I must turn down here.
Good-by."
"Good-by. Don't forget tho com
mittee meeting at my house to-morrow,"
cried Mrs. Rice, and very soon
sho parted from Mrs. Wilson, remind
ing her, as they separated, of the
church-committee meeting later In
the week.
Tho next morning after Mr. Ward
had go no down to his business Mrs.
Ward said to Rarbara: "You remem
ber Mr. Morton is coming to lunch
with us to-day. Would you h.co to
sit nt the tablo with us?"
Tho color ruBheu Into Rarbara's
face, and sho did not answer at once.
Then she said slowly: "No, Mrs.
Ward. I torn you when I came, if you
remember, that I never expected to
sit with the family at mcal-timc. My
place as a servant is to wait on tho
family then."
"Very well," replied Mrs. Ward,
quietly. "I simply asked becauBo I
want you to understand that I am
ready to help you. Of course, you are
not like the other girls who have
worked for us. 1 have no doubt you
could be perfectly at your caso with
Mr. Morton or anyone else in to
clety." Mrs. Word spoke with some
womanly curiosity, for Rarbara had
not yet taken iter into full confidence,
and there wns much in the girl's pur
pose and character that Mrs. Ward
did not know.
"I suppose I roulJ, probably," Bar
bara answered, demurely.
"Of course, you shut yourself out
of the society of people In your own
rank of life by choosing to be a serv
ant," Mrs. ard went on abruptly.
"You know that ns well as I do."
"Yes," replied Barbara, gravely.
"You know well enough that if I
had introduced you yesterday to nil
tho people in Marble Square church,
probably not one of them would over
have invited you to come and see
them or even enter into any part of
the church life."
"I suppose so," Barbara replied,
flushing deeply. And then sho said:
"But I understand well enough that
such conditions exist because in tho
majority of ca:es the gins who go
out to service in Crawford would not
care to be im.ted to tho homes of the
people in Marble Square church, and
would feel very miserable and ill at
ease if they should bo invited into
any such homes."
"That is what I have often said.
The servant gins are in a distinct
class by themselves. They nro the
least educated, the most indifferent
to refining influences, of all tho la
boring classes."
"At the same time," Rarbara began;
but Mrs. Ward wns colled out of tho
room by some demand of Lewis, who
was still posing more or less as an
invalid although ho was able to be
about; and Rarbara went on with hor
work, conscious that the dragon was,
if anything, bigger and nerccr in
some directions every day.
About noon tho bell rang, and Rnr
bura with a little heightening color
in her face went to tho door.
Mr. Morton rrcetei her as sho
opened tho door saying: "Happy to
meet you ngain, Miss Clark. A little
plcnsauter and not so hot us last
week." i
Rarbara returned his greeting by
saying: "Yes, sir," and took his hat,
while he walked immediately into the
sitting-room liko a familiar guest.
Mrs. Ward hctud aim from upstairs,
and came down at once, while Bar
bara went into the kitchen.
During tho meal Barbara could not
avoid hearing part of the conversa
tion. Sho nad always remembered
what her mother Jind often said
about servants telling everything
heard in tho family talk and sho had
tried since coining to tho Ward's to
train herself not to listen to what
was being said, especially at tho table
when sho was called in to stand and
wait at the beginning or during the
diiTorcnt courses.
Rut to-day in splto of herself sho
could not avoid hearing and knowing
a port of the general conversation.
She heard Mr. Ward good-naturedly
asking Mr. Morton how long ho ex
pected to live in a hotel at Carlton.
"I'll warrant all tho young ladies in
Carlton hove given him at least a bar
rel of slippers already," Mr. Ward
said, looking at his wife.
"Will you give me the highest mar
ket price for all the slippers 1 possess
so far?" Mr. Morton asked, with a
smile. Mr. Word was in the wholesale
boot and shoe business.
"I don't know. I don't think I want
to load up so heavily on slippers."
"I assure you it would not ruin you,"
Mr. Morton answered lightly.
"I think witli Mrs. Ward, though,
that you ought to be getting a home
of your own," Mr. Word was .saying
when Harbara came in with tho des
sert. '"My sister is coming up to Carlton
to keep house for me if I stay there
next year; I don't mind saying that
the hotel is getting rather tiresome."
"If you stay? Why, ore you think
ing of leaving?"
"No, but I was hired for a year only."
"Listen to the modest young preach
er!" began Mr. Word, with a smile.
"Of course, Carlton will want you un-
other yeur. If they don't, come down
to the Marble Square church. There
is a possibility of Dr. Law's leaving
before Christmas. He is growing old
and his health has failed rapidly of
late."
Mr. Morton said nothing in answer
to this, and when Rarbara came In
next time they were all talking of the
college days when Alfred and Morton
were together.
Rarbara hud eaten her own dinner
and was at work again, clearing off
tho dinner dishes, so that, when Mr.
Morton rose in the other room to go,
sho heard him exchanging farewells
with tTie Wards and promising to como
down again before long. Ho went out
into tho hall, and after a pause Har
bara heard him soy: "I don't find my
hat. Possibly Miss Clark hung it up
somewhere."
There appeared to be a search going
on for tho missing hat, and Rarbara's
face turned very red as she took some
dishes out into tho kitchen and on
turning to como back saw the missing
hat on a chair at the end of the table,
where sho had absent-mindedly car
ried it on Mr. Morton's arrival.
She recovered herself in a moment,
and, taking up the hat, brought it into
tho hall, saying as she confronted the
minister: "I plead guilty to absent
mindedness, Mr. Morton. I carried
your hut out into the kitchen."
They all had a good laugh at Rar
bara's expense, in which sho joined,
and Mr. Morton removed the last of
Barbara's confusion by speaking of
his own absent-minded moments.
"The last time I had a lesson that
ought to cure me," ho said, smiling ut
Barbara frankly. "I left my sermon
all neatly written on my desk in my
room at tho hotel, and brought with
mo into tho pulpit several pages of
blank foolscap paper that had been
lying on tho desk close by my sermon.
I hadn't time to go or send back for
the sermon, and was obliged to preach
without notes except tho few I could
make at tho time."
"O, well, absent-mindedness is one
of the marks of genius," Mr. Ward re
marked, laughing.
"Wo will comfort ourselves with
that hope, then, won't we, Miss Clark?
Good-by. Have enjoyed my visit very
much."
Barbara went back to her work,
blushing again over the little incident
as sho entered the kitchen, but grate
ful to the young man for the kindly,
off-hand, but thoroughly gentlemanly
manner in which he hod treated it. It
wus a very little event, so little that it
hardly seems worthy of mention, yet
Rarbara found her mind recurring to
it several times during the day. Dur
ing some baking in the afternoon, Carl
was an interested spectator and final
ly prevailed on Rarbnra to make him a
gingerbread man. When she had cut
it out and put some white dough on it
for eyes, nose and mouth, and coat
buttons, she suddenly remarked aloud,
after Carl and she hod both been silent
some time: "He is a' perfect gentle
man, and that is more than can be
said of some college-bred men."
"Is this a college-bred man, Rar
bara?" asked Carl, the terrible. "I
MK. MORTON GREETED HER.
thought it wns o gingerbread man.
You said you would make me u ginger
brend man. I don't wont a college
bred man."
"This is a glngerbrend man," re
plied Rarbara, hastily, as she turned
to the oven and opened the door.
"Then who is the other man?" per
sisted Carl.
"0 never mind; I was thinking out
loud."
"It Isn't nice to do," remarked Carl,
reflectively.
"I don't think it is, either," Rarbara
admitted.
"Then what makes you do it?" in
sisted Carl.
"I won't any more when you ore
around," promised Rorburo with much
posltivencss. Tho child seemed sntis
fled with this statement; but, when
Rarbara at last took the gingerbread
man out of tho oven, Carl suddenly
said: "Let's naino him, Rarbara."
'A11 right," said Rarborn, pleas
antly. "You give a name," Cnrl suggested.
"Well, how about Curl?"
"No, I don't like that. Let's call him
let's call him Mr. Morton."
"Very well," replied Rarbara, hur
riedly. "Run right along with it.
Your mamma is calling you, and I
must finish my baking."
"Don't you think he looks like him?"
Carl insisted as he grasped the figure
by the feet, which in the process of
baking had become ridiculously short
andstubby,merginginto the coat tails.
"No, I don't think it's a striking re
semblance," said Rarbara, laughing.
"Well, I do. I think he looks just
like him. I liko Mr. Morton, don't
you?" Hut at that moment Mrs. Ward
called Carl in the tone ho always
obeyed, and Rarbara did not have to
answer him.
She finished her work in a serious
mood, and in the evening in the little
room over the kitchen she at first sat
down to meditate as her custom some
times was. Rut, suddenly changing
her mind, she opened her Rible to seek
out another of tho passages that re
ferred to the servant or to service, and
after several unsuccessful attempts
to locate a verse that she thought was
in Thcssuloniuns, she found the pass
age in Ephesiaus, sixth chapter, fifth
verse.
"Servants, bo obedient unto them
that according to tho llesh arc your
masters, with fear and trembling, in
singleness of your heart, as unto
Christ; not in tho way of eye-service
as men pleascrs; but ns servants of
Christ, doing the will of God from
tho heart; with good will doing serv
ice, as unto the Lord and not unto
men; knowing that whatsoever good
thing each ono doeth, tho same small
ho receive again from the Lord, wheth
er he be bond or free. And ye, mas-
tors, do tho some things unto them,
and forbear threatening; knowing
that both their Master and yours is
in Heaven, and there is no respect of
persons with Him."
"1 wonder just what those words
mean," Rarbara thought. " 'And ye,
masters, do the satno things 'unto
them?' Of course, they could not
change places as master and slave.
It must mean a mutual honesty nnd
justice and Christlikeness in their
relations to one another." And then
sho gained great comfort from tho
last verse. "And there is no respect
of persons' with Him."
"My Father in Heaven," she prayed,
"I have chosen my work, or Thou hast
chosen it for me. Just what its
crosses may be, I do not yet know.
Whatever I shall be called upon to
lose, Thou knowest. But in and
through all, sustain me with this lov
ing thought: 'There Is no respect of
persons' with Thee, Thou who dost
respect the service of men, and not
their outward station. Sustain mo
by Thy grace, In Christ's name.
Amen,"
When Thursday afternoon of that
week came, Barbara remembered her
promise to Mrs. Vane; und, when sho
went out, as it was her regular after
noon oir, she told Mrs. Word that sho
was going to call on Mrs. Vane.
"You will find her a very interesting
woman. I don't know how much sho
can do to help your ideas. Sho is ec
centric. But in any case you will find
her interesting," Mrs. Ward ventured
to say.
"I am sure she is," said Barbara.
"If sho asks you to stay to supper
you needn't como back to got ours.
I'll manage somehow." Mrs. Ward
spoke kindly, nnd Barbara was on tho
point of thanking her and accepting
tho permission, when sho noted Mrs.
Ward's pole face and nervous manner.
Sho had been suffering ull tho morning
from ono of hor wretched headaches.
"Thank you," replied Barbara, qui
etly; "but I prefer not to. I'll bo back
in time to get supper."
"Do just as you please," Mrs. Ward
replied, but Barbara detected a look
of relief on her tired face us she went
out.
To Bo Contlnued.l
111m Alia In Life.
People bother little boys sol All
tho tourists to his Island home used
to ask this one: "What are you go
ing to be, boy? what are you going to
be?" nnd the boy impntiently replied
at every interruption of his impor
tnnt undertakings: "I'm going to be
a sailor and climb the masts."
Last hummer he took an ocean
voyage and was very seasick, and the
third day his father askt .: "What
are you going to be, boy? what are
you going to be?"
"I am not going to bo a sailor and
climb the masts," he replied. "I am
going to be a soldier aim shoot can
non." A big unci' took the br; to see a
famous eycloraina, where the smoke
nnd carnage and realistic dead bodies
in the foreground shattered another
of his ambitions. To tho teasing
question: "What are you going to
be, boy? what arc you going to be?"
came tho answer, in a burst of con
fidence: "I am not going to be a sailor and
climb the masts. I am not going to
be a soldier and shoot cannon. I am
going to be a bachelor and marry
mammal" Youth's Companion.
Told .'Un in inn Fnlrv Till oh.
Father Young man, wnen I tell you
u thing 1 want you to understand that
I mean it.
, Georgie Ferglv me, paw; I wua
thlnkln' about sum things you tell ma
gumtimes. Ohio Stute Jourr.al.
HOW MILK IS TAINTED.
DlsitKrccable Flavor Id Due io Neg
lected l'mttnre Field nnd Care
lessness of Milker.
The most unpleasant taste of taint
ed milk which appears in a good deal
that is shipped to market in the fall
and winter is due to o large extent to
the condition of the pasture fields and
the oarelcssncss of the milkers. Noth
ing probably prejudices city people
more against drinking milk than to
tast this disagreeable flavor. Dairy
men who are careless in their methods
do a great deal to condemn milk as a
daily diet. More and more people are
coming to the conclusion that milk
forms the best diet provided by na
ture, but people will not drink it so
long as they have their Bense of clenn
llness and healthfulncss offended by
this disagreeable odor which comes
from careless milking and feeding. If
the trouble could not be remedied
there would be some excuse for its
existence, writes C. S. Walthcrs in the
Massachusetts Ploughman.
Most of the odor and tainted flavor
comes from weeds allowed to grow up
in the pasture field. These weeds arc
ignored by the cows when the pasture
is good, but when fall comes, and there
is little else to eat in the fields, they
will eat weeds. Now these weeds ab
solutely produce no good at all. They
do not nourish the cows noT make
milk. They simply tnint the milk,
cream nnd butter, nnd spoil its chances
of sale. Therefore, the dairyman who
permits the weeds to grow in the pas
ture fields in the autumn is prac
tically injuring his own interests nt
both ends. The weeds which are sys
tematically rooted out and cut down
every summer and fall cannot long
persist in growing, nnd the combat will
become easier and easier every year.
Rut one scnwin's crop that is allowed
to produce seeds will counteract tho
good work of several years on the part
of the dnlryimnn.
Tlie matter of cleanliness in milking
is one that should not need emphasiz
ing, and yet the dirty, filthy methods
followed on so many farms is sufficient
evidence that careless methods aro
still followed. The milk that hns a
cowy flavor is tainted by the dirt and
filth that drops in the milk pail. Care
less milkers are responsible for it, and
they should receive their lessons in
cleanliness- by those who handle the
milk. If we would but remember that
all such tainted milk hurts the whole
business, and in most cases ruins tho
dairymnn who practices the methods,
there might be less poor milk shipped
to market, and less poor butter made
on the farm or creamery.
ANTI-KICKING DEVICE.
AltliotiKh Exceedingly Simple In Con-
trnctlon It Ilnw Alwnyn Ilccn
Found Effective,
Take a strip of hard wood one-quarter
inch thick, Vs inch broad and 20
inches long. Dress it smooth with a
plane and bore a hole in each end the
narrow way of the board. Puss through
the hole a small rope or stout cord
and tie a hard knot in the end. Put
the other end through the other hole
and draw up the rope until it is just
long enough to go over the hook joint
CURE FOR KICKING COWS.
when in position, and then put a knot
in that end also, as shown by the cut.
Sew or rivet on a strap on the middle
of the board, on the ilat outside put
a common wood screw and have a hole
in the leather strap large enough to
slip over the head of the screw. This
completes the device, which is placed
in position by wrapping nbout the
hock joint and buttoning strap over
screw head. D. L. Young, in Farm and
Home.
The CoiiiicrliiK Iliilry Cow.
Ever the dairy industry spreads.
Mexico is now to be invaded. A com
pany is being organized in Kansas and
adjoining states to start a chain of
creameries in the country mentioned.
One of the managers of the company
has already had experience running a
creamery in Mexico and he litis learned
that cows will thrhe there as well as
anywhere. It has been claimed that
the dairy cow, such as we find in the
United States, will not thrive there.
That, too, has been found to be false.
The fnct is thnt wherever the dairy
cow has not gone it is supposed that
she has been kept out by some un
known condition of climate. Such sup
positions are myths. The dairy cow is
invading the south and she may yet
reach the equator. Farmeri' Review.
In the SIiecp'N Favor.
It is in favor of the sheep that they
(will yield a profit under conditions so
unfavorable that other farm animals
under the same conditions, will be unprofitable.
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