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THE NEBRASKA ADVERTISER
W. W. BANDKKS, 1'nbllihar.
NEMAHA, - - - NEBRASKA.
BAREFOOTED.
The girls nil like to see the bluets In the
lane
And the muicy Johnny-Jurnp-upa In the
mender,
tint we Iioj'm, wc wunter neo the doirood
blooms tiKSiln
Throw In' u kinder HUtntner-Iookln' xlinil
der; For the fir? t mild inornln when the woods
are whiles
(An' we necdn' even ask our nut about It)
"We leave our ilioea rlt'ht where we pulled
'cm off nt nlKlit. ,
An' barefooted once nKnln wp run an
fliout It:
You inny take Hip country over
When the bluebird turns n lover,
An' the wind In oft an' Im.y,
An' you feel n little luzy,
An' the nipper quits tho possums
It's tho tlmo for iloK'oud blossoms.
How Unlit! hclgh-hot I wish thero was
morn fences here:
We'd like to Jls' keep Jumpln' 'cm to
Kctherl No sleds for us, no fjuns, nor even 'slmmon
beer,
No nothln' but the blossoms an' fair
weather!
Tho mender Is a lectle sticky rlglit nt first,
ilut a few ulmrt duys 'HI wipe uway that
trouble.
To feel eo Kood nn' Bay I wouldn' mln' the
worst
That kin be dono by any Held o' stubble.
O nil the trees are looklu' snppyl
O all the folks are smlllti' happy I
An' there's Joy In every little bit o' room:
Ilut the happiest of 'em all,
At the mornln' rooster's call,
Are we bnrefootH when the doB'oods burst
abloom!
John Charles McNeill, In Youth's Com.
punlon.
BORN TO SERVE
By Charles M. Sheldon,
Author o( "IN HIS 8TBP8," "JOHN KINO'S
QUESTION CLA88 ' "EDWARD
BLAKE,'1 Btc.
(Coprluht, 1W0, by Cliarlei M. Bbtldon.)
CUAPTI3U VII. Continued.
"If I mil going to stuy a servant,"
tihe said, with some calling back of
her former habit, "1 must learn what
God thinks of service. I shall need
all I can get out of Ills word to
strengthen me In days to come." She
had made a collection of her passages
relating to service, and to-night she
added to it from one of Fnul's let
ters, dwelling on the words as she
read them aloud: "Servants, obey in
all things them that are your mas
ters according to the flesh; not with
eye service, as men-pleasers, but in
singleness of heart, fearing the Lord;
whntHoevor ye do, work heartily, as
unto the Lord, and not unto men;
knowing that from the Lord ye shall
receive the recompense of the Inher
itance; ye serve tin i.ord Christ. For
he that doetli wrong Hhall receive
again for tho wrong that he hath
done; there is no respect of persons.
Masters, render unto your servants
that which is just and equal; know
ing I hat ye also have o Moster in
.Heaven."
"Of course," Ilarbnra mused, nftcr
Allying the words, "all this was said
to actual slaves, whose bodies were
bought and sold in the market like
cattle. Hut what wonderful words to
be spoken to any class of servants
either then or now! 'Whatsoever yo
lo, "vork heartily!' One thing that
Mcrvanl.s lack in their service is
heartiness. It is done for wages, not
for love of servlc. 'As unto the
Lord and not unto men.' How few
servants ever think of that I The
Lord Is the real Master. He is being
served if what I do is a good thing
that needs doing. 'There is no re
spect of persona.' How great a thing
that is! In (Sod's sight my soul is
as much worth saving as any other.
He thinks as much of me as tie does
-of the rich and fne famous. 'Masters,
render unto your servants that
-which is just and equal.' If tnat were
'done, It might make conditions far
different so far as the servant-girl
question Is concerned. Hut who will
icll us what Ih meant by 'just and
equal' to-day?" Harbara shook her
"bend doubtfully, and wont ou.
" 'Knowing that ye have also a
Master in Heaven. That helps me.
Paul must have known my need as
"well as the need of tho poor bond
jservants to whom he wrote, 'A Has
icr in Heaven.' May He help mo to
.serve Him lu spirit nnd in truth."
Sw Harbara the next day did not
j) rotten I the appearai ce of the mod-
em broken-hearted heroine in the
eud-ot-the-ccntury novel. Anyone
who knew her could plainly sec
murks In her face und manner of a
,great experience. Hut there was no
gloom about her, no un-Christian
tragic bewailing of fate or circum
stance. If she were to live her
life as she. supposed she should,
without life's greatest help to live,
o far as liumuu love can go, she
would at least live It bravely as so
liiiinv other souls have done. And
.vol, Harbara, you know well enough
thai Ambition does not spell Love.
And, lu spite of all, you know your
acini would tremble If tne young
minister of Marble Square church
j should pass you and give you one
earnest look out of his great dark
eyes, as ho did on that woll-renicni-
i lie red day when he said that you
were beautiful. Ah, Harbara! Are
you quite sure you have forever bid
den farewell to the holiest dreum of
your womanhood?
She busied herself during the tiny
with her work, and In the evening
went over to Mrs. Vu lie's to see her
nguin concerning tho proposed build
ing. She wiih eager to get to work.
Her heart longed for busy days to
keep her mind absorbed.
Mrs. Vane suggested several good
ideas.
"While von are waiting to com
plete the details of the building it-
unir win' 11 fit interview n hirire mini-
bcr of factory and store girls about
their work? Kind out something ' mo mg union stauou, in me ti hutch l
about the reasons that appeal to hotels and a few o( the boarding
vnim.r women for n choice of labor, i houses of Crawford, Barbara met rep-
You are not certain that you can get
any girl to attend your training
school. I think you can, but very
miiiix' other Lniod neonlo will tell you
your plan Is senseless. It Is only confidence and the sharing of .real
when people begin to try to do good purpose in labor she succeeded In
in the world that they discover -what getting much true information, much
fools they arc. Other people who of which shaped her coming plan and
never make an cfTort to better the j determined the nature of her appeal
world will tell them so. There will t to the mistresses on one hand, and
arise a host of tormenting critics as the servants on the other,
soon as tho idea of your proposed "With a few exceptions, then," she
training-school is suggested. They said to Mrs. "Ward one evening "after
will tear it all to pieces. Don't pay ' she had been at work on this per
iiny attention to them. The world sonal Investigation for three weeks,
does not owe anything to that kind "all this army of girls at work repro
of criticism. Ilut it will help your sents a real need in the home sonic-
plan if before the building is put up j
you can answer honest questions as
to its practical working. There's an
other thing 1 would like to say; and
I Khali say it, my dear, seeing I am
old enough to be your grandmother."
"Whnt's that?" Barbara asked,
coloring. She anticipated Mrs. Vane's !
next remark. i
"I think it would be a distinct sav-
ing of power If In some way we could
make the training-school n part of
Mr. Morton's social-settlement work."
"I don't think it Is possible," re
plied Harbara in n low voice. Her
manner expressed so much distress
that the old lady said at once: "My
dear, I will not say any more about
it. Hut will you permit mo to tell
you plainly that 1 am firmly con
vinced that Mr. Morton is in love
with you, and will ask you to marry
him, and you will have to give him
some kind of a satisfactory answer,
for ho is not a young man to bo sat
isfied with unsatisfactory answers."
"Oh, I cannot believe it!" Harbara
exclaimed, und then she put her face
in her hands, while she trembled.
"It's true!" the old lady said, stur
dily. "My old eyes are not so dim
that 1 cannot sec love talking out of
other eyes. And thut is what his
were saying when he was here last
week. My dear, thero Is nothing
dreadful about it. 1 should enjoy hav
ing you for my pastor's "
"Hut it is impossible " Harbara
lifted her head blushingly.
"There is nothing impossible in
love's kingdom," replied the old lady,
gently. "If it comes to you, do not
put it away. You are his equal in all
that is needful for your happiness."
Then Harbara told her all obout the
event of the night before nt the
church. If she had been a Catholic,
she would have gone to a priest. He
Ing a Protestant, she confessed to
this old lady, because her heart
longed for companionship, and there
wns that quality in Mrs. Vane which
encouraged confidences.
When she was through, Mrs. Vane
said: "There is nothing very hope
less about all this. He has certainly
never been anything but the noble
henrted Christian gentleman in his
treatment of you." (Harbara did not
tell of the remark Mr. Morton had
made about beautiful faces. Hut, in
ns much as he had apologized for a
seeming breach of gentlemanly con
duct, she did not feel very guilty in
withholding the incident from Mrs.
Vane.) "And I really believe he feels
worse than you do oxer any slights
you received from the members of
the church."
Harbara was silent. Now that her
heart was unburdened she felt grate
ful to Mrs. Vane, but she naturally
Kh rank from undue expression of her
feelings. Mrs. Vane respected her
reserve ns she had encouraged her
confidence.
"Don't be downhearted, my dear.
Go right on with your plans. Count
on me for the 10,000 ami more if the
plan develops ns I think it will. And
meanwhile, if in your trips among
the working girls, you run across
anyone who can take Hilda's place,
send her around. 1 haven't been able
to find anybody yet. 1 would get
nlong without help, but Mr. Vane will
not allow it, with all the company we
have. No, don't shake hands like
men. Kiss me, my dear."
So Harbara Impulsively kissed her,
and went away much comforted. She
dreaded the thought that she might
meet the young minister, and half
hoped she plight. Hut for the. next
three weeks Mr. Morton was called
out of Crawford on a lecture tour
which the Marble Square church
granted him; and, when Harbara
learned that lie was gone, she almost
felt relieved as she planned her work
with Mrs. Ward's hearty cooperation
to see us many working girls ns pos
sible for information, and to learn
from them the story of their choice
of life labor, and Its relation to her
own purpose so far ns helping solve
the servant question wits concerned.
What Harbara learned during the
next three weeks would make a vol-
luuie in itself. She did not know that
uhc had any particular talent for
winning confidences, but a few days'
experience taught her that she was
happily possessed of a rare talent for
making friends. She managed in one
way und another to meet girls at
work in u great variety of ways. In
the big department store of Bond
nian & Co., in the long row of fac
tories by the river, in the girls' re
freshment rooms at the Young Wom
en's Christian association, in the of
fices of business friends where the
click of the typewriter was the con
stni
stant note of service, in the res-
taurants and waiting-rooms about
rcsentatlves of the irreat army of
young women at work in the city;
nnd out of what seemed like meager
and unsatisfactory opportunities for
where. I found some girls working
in the olllces, and a very few in the
stores nnd factories, who said they
were working for other reasons than
for necessary motley. Here is a list
of girls in Bondman's. I told them
I did not want it for the purpose of
printing it, and it is not necessary.
But there are over 200 of these girls
who cannot by any possibility save
any money out of their expenses, nnd
a few of them" Hurburn spoke with
a sense of shame for her human kind
and of indignation against un
christian greed in business "a few
of them hinted at temptations to live
wrong lives in order to earn enough
to make them independent. And yet
, nil of these girls vigorously refused
to nccept a position o tiered to leave
the store and go to work at double
the wages in a home as a servant. I of
fered over CO of these girls four dollars
u week and good board and room at
Mrs. Vane's, and not one of them was
willing to accept it, even when, as in
many cases, they were ,not receiving
over three and a half a week, out of
which they had to pay for board and
other necessaries."
"And the reason they gave was?"
Mrs. Ward, who was an interested lis
tener, asked the question.
"They hated the drudgery and con
finement of house labor. They loved
the excitement and independence of
their life in the store. Of course,
they all gave as one main reason
for not wanting to be house servants
the loss of socinl position. Several of
the girls in the factory had been
"HUT IT is mrossiRi.u-
hlred girls. They all without excep
tion spoke of their former work with
evident dislike, and with one or two
exceptions refused to entertain any
proposition to go back to the old
work. I think one of the girls in tho
Art mills will go to Mrs. Vane's. She
worked for her some years ago, and
liked her. Rut what can the needs of
the homo of to-day present to labor
in the way of inducement to. come
into its field? I must confess I had
very little to say to the girls in the
way of inducement. Not ou account of
my own experience," Harbara hastened
to say, with a grateful look at Mrs.
nnd Mr. Ward, "for you have been
very, very kind to mo and made my
service sweet; but" in general, 1 must
confess, after these three weeks' con
tact with labor outside the home, I
see somewhat more clearly tho
reason why nil branches of woman's
labor have Inducements that house
labor does not offer."
"And how about the prospects for
pupils for tlte training-school?" Mr.
Ward asked, keenly. He had conio
to have a verv earnest interest in
the proposed building.
"Out of all the girls I have seen,"
Harbara answered, with some hesita
tion, "only four have promised defi
nitely that they would take such a
course and enter good homes as
servants. One of theseNwns an Amer
tLMSBii
ican girl in nn office. The others were
foreign-born girls in Hondman's."
"The outlook is not very encourag
ing, is it?" Mrs. Ward remarked, with
a faint smile.
"It looks to me, Martha," Mr. Ward
suggested, "as if it might be ncccs
sary to put up a training-school for
training our Christian housekeepers
ns well as Christian servants. If what
Harbara has secured in the way of
confession from these girls is ac
curate, it looks as if they arc un
willing to work as servants because
of the unjust or unequal or un
christian conditions in the houses
that employ them."
"At the same time, lllchnrd, re
member the great army of incompe
tent, ungrateful girls wc have borno
with here in our home for years un
til Harbara came. What can the
housekeeper do with such material?
If the girls were all like Harbara, it
would be different, you know."
"Well, I give it up," replied Mr.
Wnrd, with a sigh, as he opened up
his evening paper. "The whole thing
is beyond me. And Barbara, of course,
will bo leaving us as soon as this
new work begins. And then farewell
to peace,' ond welcome chaos again.
"You are not going to leave U9
just yet, are you, Harbara?" Mrs.
Ward asked, with an affectionate
glance at Hurbara.
"The house is not built yet," Har
bara answered, returning Mrs. Ward's
look.
"Of course, Harbara will leave us
when she has a home of her own,"
Mr. Ward said in short sentences, ns
lie read down a part of the page.
'rPlin nut lvnni,n fnf lint, lnnvlni.
us will bo the thought that her
troubles have just begun when she
begins to have hired girls herself."
"I don't think there's any sign of it
yet," Mrs. Ward said, looking keenly
at Barbara, who colored a little. "I
have not noticed any beans in tho
kitchen."
"More likely to come in through
the parlor," Mr. Ward suggested. And
again Barbara looked tip with a
blush, and Mrs. Ward could not help
admiring the girl's pure, intelligent
face.
There was silence for a moment,
when Barbara went over her list of
figures and memoranda.
"T see Morton is back from the
west," Mr. Ward suddenly exclaimed,
looking up from his paper. "The
News says he had a remarkable tour,
and prints a Inrge part of his recent
address on the temperance issue. I
predict for him a great career. Ma
ble Square never did a wiser thing
than when it called him to its pulpit.
My only fear is that he may kill him
self with these lecture tours."
There was silence again, and Bar
bara bent her head a little lower
over her work, which lay on the
table.
"He is certainly a very promising
young man," Mrs. Ward said, and
just then the bell rang.
"Shouldn't wonder if that was Mor
ton himself," Mr. Ward exclaimed,
ns ho arose. "I asked him to come
in nnd see us as soon as ho came
back. I'll go to tho door."
lie went out into the hall and
opened the door, and Mrs. Ward and
Barbara could hear him greet Mr.
Morton, speaking his name honrtily.
"Conio right into the sitting-room,
Morton. We're thero to-night. Mrs.
Wnrd will be delighted to see you."
Barbara rose and slipped out into
tho kitchen as Mr. Ward and Mr.
Morton reached the end of tho hall.
She busied herself with something
there for half an hour. At tho end
of that time she heard Mr. Ward's
hearty, strong voice saying good
night to Morton as he went out into
the hall with him.
After a few minutes Barbara came
back into the sitting-room, and tak
ing her list of names and facts from
the table prepared to go up to her
room.
Mr. Wnrd was saying as she came
in: "Morton seemed very dull for
him, don't you think?"
"Ho is probably very tired with ni.i
lecture tour. It is a very exhaust
ing sort of "
To Be Continued.!
Unexpected I'ralnc.
Br. Guthrie, an authority on mili
tary surgery some SO years ago, was.
a kindly man, although somewhat'
brusque In manner. Sir Joseph Kuyrer
says: I was his house surgeon, and
we got on very well together. One
day, when we were going through the
wards with a large following of dis
tinguished visitors, foreign surgeons
and others, we stopped by the bedside
of an interesting case, when Guthrie
found fault vtith dresser for some
thing he had done or left undone. The
student ventured to reply, and Guth
rie said: "I dare say you think you're
a remarkably clever fellow, don't
you?" "No, sir," said the youth, earn
estly, "I don't." "Hut you are, though,"
said Guthrie, and passed on. Youth's
Companion.
Uii ii iirnt I on utile Kvlilniee.
Miss Beacon Hill Whom do you
consider the best composer, Tolorow
ski or Guiubolowski?
Miss Wabash Polorowski is cer
tainly the better of the two.
"Upon what theory do you base
your opinion?"
"Oh, his hair is ever so much lon
ger." llniiem- Life.
VICTORY OF THE GRAVE.
A Mlnlfltrr'a Joke fin Some Ilnjrn Wb
Were Eqanl to AltnoM Any
Occiotou.
A certain minister of tiic Listener
acquaintance, who is somewhat of
wag, was at one time attending tho
summer school of ethics at Plymouth,
and us the weatlicr was exceedingly
hot, he frequently climbed up old
Burial hill for n breath of fresh air,
relates the Boston Transcript. Ah
usual at that season of the vear, a.
good many sightseers visited vhe his
toric spot, and a half-score of boys
were always present, eager to ex
change their services as guides for
the loose change of the summer pil
grims, and tho rivalry was often as
keen among these thrifty urchins an
that between hackmcu at Niagara.
After visiting the yard several time.
the minister began to feel annoyed
at the obtrusive attentions of tlieso
guides, and on his wny there one
morning, having the customary scene
in mind, the thought popped into liht
head that a little innocent' joke might
be the best method of relieving tho
pressure of the situation.
So he did some mental flguriug.and
finally resolved that if the boys cams
at him thut morning with their fa
miliar "Want to see the old graves,
sir?" he would ask them to show
him the grave of some well-knowu
person still living. He hoped tho
boys would not immediately catch on
to the imposition, nnd his imagina
tion crented a pleasant picture of Jl
their discomfiture, when, after a '
voin search about the inclosure, ho
should cut the string and let the cat
out of the bag, scoring a good laugh
against them. But caution was nec
essary in the selection of the name.
Whose grave should he ask for?
"Bill Nye." was then in the flesh, anil
the minister had read a letter from
him in the morning papers, ami
somehow that was the first namo
that occurred to him. "Capital," he
said to himself, "that is the very one
of all others to spring a joke upon.
Yes, everybody has heard of 'Bill
Nye, and no boy but will tumble to
that familiar cognomen. 'Hill,' how
ever, is simply short for William
there T have it. now. I will ask to
see the grave of William Nye, ain't
then when the scureh proves unavail'
ing. I will gently break the news to
them that it Is 'Bill' Syc whoso
grave I desire to see. If that don't
fix them, I'm mistaken."
So, with n smile of self-complacency,
the minister hnstened forth to
the scene of action; and, as expect
ed, was met at tho entrance to tho
3'iird by the whole force of guide
whopressed about him crying: "Want i
to see the old graves, sir?" "Wei
yes," said the clergyman, "but there
is one grave that I most particularly
desire to find. The biggest boy in
the lot. thrusting his companion
aside, stepped forwnrd and said:
"Whose grave is it. sir?" Gently anil
almost tearfully the minister re
plied: "I would like to behold tho
grave of William Nye." Quick ns a
flash the lad wheeled about. "Step
right, this way. sir," he said, as ho
led the minister to a stone somo
two rods nwny. "Here you are, sir."
And sure enough, there, right in tho
focus of the minister's wondering
eyes, wim n veritable headstone in
scribed to the memory of William ('.
Nye. The nexn day the minister re
marked to a friend that "joking waft
a very uncertain business, and that
a Pilgrim graveyard wns no place for
such fooling, anyway."
WOMEN SHOULD LAUGH.
A I.iiiiu'-Dfvcloplnsr Kxercine
Contliielve to IIniiiinrM in
the Ilonir.
Laughter is a good, healthy, muscle
making, lung-developing exercise, and
it is as good for girls as boys. And
humor en n be cultivated in a girl's mind
nind
nity-
without any abatement of the dig
and modesty and charm of her woman
hood. Not the unpleasant and con
stant frivolity evidenced in "smart"
speech or quickness of repartee, but
the humor that looks at the world with
a twinkle in the eye and sees its absurd
itits, its smnllnesses and its fun, says
Woman's Home Companion.
It should be a part of every woman's
mental equipment, for women are
called upon to bear so many of life's
small worries as well as its grenter
ones. The bringing up of children, the
cure of servants and the many social
duties that become a burden all are.
made easy and possible to put up with
by the woman with an unfailing sense
of the bright side of life. It is a senso
that lasts through life, through ita
many ills, its disillusions, its tribula
tions, even its tragedies.
New KiiRTlauil Mn 111 it a.
Few forms of hot bread are more
delicious than delicate mutllns. Tho
following recipe gives directions for
making them quickly and can bo relied
upon to give satisfaction: Sift two
cups of flour with one even teaspoon
ful of salt. Work into it two table
spoonfuls of soft butter and two of
granulated sugar. Add one cup of
milk, one egg well beaten and ono
tenspoonful of baking powder. Buko
lu a quick oven in uiutlln ring or gem
puus. Washington Star.
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