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THS NEBRASKA ADVERTISER
W. W. UMDKU, PabUsher.
NEMAHA, -
NEBRASKA,
A
TO LOVE.
few ijulck years, methoufht, would
cause youth's fancies
To fall away like blossoms early blown:
And Time, 1 signed, would tako my rich
romances
And grant me bare contentment for my
own.
And yet, while Spring and Summer bring
their posies,
My sages gather dust upon their shelves:
For still I take the violets and roses
As hints of something sweeter than them
selves. And still ftjitrd can set my pulses beating-Nay,
ev'ry year I love the mavis morel
X always think he sings of some glad meet
ing, . ,
Of listless days and longing safely o'er.
Z still receive the secrets of the ocean,
The strange, long wonder stories of the
wind:
And see tho sun's desire, the moon's dovo
tlon And In them all some dearer thought 1
find,
O Love! O Lovet the years have made you
splendid;
'Tis glory where I hoped for scare a
gleam.
The fancies and romances are not ended
Time has but blessed and beautified each
dream.
J. J. Hell, in Chambers' Journal.
BORN TO SERVE
By Charles M. Sheldon,
Author of "IIT HIS STBP8." "TOHincraO'fl
QUESTION CLASS,'1 "BDWARD
BLAKB'Btc.
(Oopright, 1N9, j CliarUi H. WuldM.)
CIIAl'TEIt VIII.
MINISTRY IS DIVINE.
Mr. Morton broko n very embar
rassing silence by saying in a qutot
voice, nlthough bin manner showed
Btlll tho great excitement thai ho evi
dently felt: "Mrs. Clark, I bavo no
doubt you are greatly surprised to
ace mo here."
"It 1b a great pleasure, I am sure,"
Mm. Clark murmured. Barbara bad
turned around bo that tho young
minister could not see her face an
Mho sat partly concealed behind the
lamp on tho table. It was very still
again before Mr. Morton spoke.
"You know, of course, that I bavo
no preaching service to-night. I bavo
just como from my young pcoplo'a
meeting. I "
Ho paused, and Mrs. Clark looked
attentively at him, and then at Bar
bara, sitting with head bowed and
checks Hushed, and a gleam of sud
den perception of the truth began
to shino out of tho mother's fnco as
she turned ngnin toward tho min
ister. Barbara had never confided di
rectly In her mother, but Mrs. Clark
had been blessed with a remarkably
beautiful and true lovo experience
In her own girlhood, and with nil her
faults and misunderstanding of Bar
bara during tho trial of her experi
ment with Mrs. Ward she hnd In va
rious ways como to know that Bar
bara had grown to have much inter
est in the brilliant young preacher.
Barbara had probably made n bo
rlous mistake in not giving her moth
er a frank confession. But Mrs.
Clark hod never really supposed until
now that tho minister might have a
feeling for Barbara. She began to
feel certain of it as sho rapidly noted
Mr. Morton's evident agitation and
tho look that he gave Barbara as ho
stopped suddenly.
"We nre glad to see you, I am
aure," Mrs. Clark said, coming to his
rcHcuc. Through the memory of her
own sad loss and all her recent
trouble rose tho sweet picture of her
' husband's wooing. If Barbara's, hap
piness for life now consisted in her
possible union with this good, strong
man, Mrs. Clark was not the mother
to put needless obstacles in tho way.
In this matter her mother had a cer
tain largeness of character which
Barbnrn did not at that timo com
prehend. Mr. Morton had grown calmer. He
began to talk of matters belonging
to his church and Ills plans for tho
social settlement. Gradually Bar
bara recovered herself from tho first
moment's panic. She came out from
behind tho defense of the lamp, and
began to ask questions and take part
in the conversation.
"But still," sho was saying nfter
half an hour's tnlk had been going
on, "I do not quite seo how you nro
going to interest Crawford people m
the plan you suggest until you luvo
made a pinctical beginning, oven if It
is on a small scale. Tho people arc
very conservative."
"That's true." The minister sighed
a little. "But I do not see how you
nre going to Interest the public in
your servant girls' training school un
til you have demonstrated Its prac
tical usefulness. I don't doubt Its
wisdom, of course," ho added, quick
ly. "But it must requlro a good deal
of courage on your part to make a be
ginning in view of what you know
must bo the criticism and prejudice
that are inevitable."
"As far as courage goes," said Bar
bara, frankly, "It seems to mo you
Lave much more thuu I. With the
money Mrs. Ward and Mra. Vane bava
promised me, I shall .bo quits inde
pendent to work out my plan as I
please. Whereas you are obliged to
overcome the prejudice of a whole
church full of people, many of whom
do not believo in social settlement
work connected with tho church."
"I wish there was some way," Mr.
Morton exclaimed, eagerly, absorbed
in thought of his plans, "in which we
could combine your plans and mine.
Tho training school would lit in so
beautifully with my ideas."
He spoke in his enthusiasm, for the
moment, thinking only of the plans
as existing apart from the persons.
But, as Barbara lifted her face to his
and then dropped her eyes, whllo a
grcal wave of color swept her checks,
he realized how personal his excla
mation had been.
And just at that juncture, Mrs. Clark,
without a word of apology or explana
tion, rose and walked out of the room.
Morton blessed her as she shut tho
door. There are some things In tho
lovo chapter of youth that cannot bo
told except to the heart of youth it
self. He went quickly over to where Bar
bara was seated on the other sldo of
the table, and before she had time to
bo frightened ho said, looking at her
with love's look: "Barbara, I love
you, and want you to be my wife and
share all with me. Will you?"
Barbara sat all in a tumult, her
heart beating fast, ns in a dream won
dering at it all. And it sounded very
sweet to her. For she loved him truly.
But she said, as she stood by the table
looking at him: "But I cannot. It
would be "
"Tell me, Barbara," ho said, a sud
den smile lighting up his pale face,
and his use of her namo was again
muslo to her, "tell me only one thing
first. Bo you love me?"
"Ycsl" she cried, and it seemed to
her as if one person In her had spoken
to another, compelling tho answer;
and the next moment, she could not
realize how, but it was like a world's
life to her, his arms weri about her,
and in that moment sho knew that
for better, for worse, she had put her
life into the lot of sharing with his. '
Lovers do not count time like other
people. After awhile he was saying:
"But tell mc, Barbara, how I am to
make my peace with Mrs. Ward. For,
when she learns that I am going to get
her hired girl, she will never forgive
mc.
Then Barbara's face grew grave.
"Do you realize, Mr. Morton, what
you have done? Can a young man
with your position and prospects af
fordtotomarry a 'hired girl?'
Oh, If you had not compelled me to say
Yes' so soon! I might have saved
you from making tho mistake of your
life"
"Barbara," ho answered, with sud
den sternness that was assumed,
without answering her question, "if
you ever call me 'Mr. Morton' again,
I shall" he lef this threat unfinished;
but he had possession of her hand as
ho spoke, and Barbara looked up at
him and said softly: "What shall I
call you?"
"Say"
"Yes. What?" Barbara asked, inno
cently, as he paused.
"Well, then," he went on, joyously,
"say: 'Italph, I love you more than
anyone else in tho world. And I will
walk with vou through life because I
love you because we love each oth
er.' "
"You have taken advantage of me I"
she exclaimed, brightly, and then,
with glowing face looking into his,
sho repeated the words, whispering
them. And, when she had finished,
they were both reverently silent,
whllo her eyes were wet with tears
of solemn joy. They did not either of
them realize all they had pledged to
each other; but tho God-given, human-divine
spell of love was upon
them, and the blessedness of it swal
lowed up all fears of the future. Once
Barbara had given herself to him, it
meant an end of doubt or fear. She
might discuss with him the probable
results to his social or professional
standing, but she would never torture
his mind or distress her own by vain
regrets or foolish anticipations. Tho
great truth of their love for each other
filled them both.
They were so absorbed in their talk
that they did not hear Mrs. Clark
when she came into the room. Then
Mr. Morton was suddenly aware of her
presence, and he instantly rose and
went over to her.
"Mrs. Clark," ho said, "I took ad
vantage of your absence to tako your
daughter from you. But I will try to
make up for It In part by giving you
a loving and dutiful son, if you will
accept me as such."
Without waiting for her reply,
which he easily read in her smiling
face, he turned to Barbara, who had
come to his side.
"What did you say, Barbara?" Mrs.
Clark nbked as sho faced them both,
thinking to herself that bhu hud never
seen so much real joy in two faces
anywhere In the world.
"Oh, mother!" Barbara cried, "I
have given him my answer." She laid
her head on her mother's breast as
sho used to do when she was a little
girl, and Mrs. Clark felt with tho pain
ful joy of a good mother's heart that
the world's old story had come into
her daughter's life, and that hence
forth this man had become to liar
bara all in all without displuclng tho
mother from her rightful share of af
fection. They had many things to aay now,
and neither Barbara nor Mrs. Clark
offered serious objections to the earn
est rcqucs't of the young man that the
period of engagement might be a brief
one.
"We know our minds quite well, I
am sure," he said, while Barbara,
blushing, nodded yes. "It will be best
in every way for us to begin our home
very soon. Barbara, you will have to
give Mrs. Ward notice that you must
leave. Poor Mrs. Wardl She is the
only person I am sorry for right liowl"
They were all silent for a moment,
Then Mr. Morton said: "The servants'
training-school will have to be a part
of the social settlement now. You've
lost your Independence."
"I've gained something better," said
Barbara, gently. Her love knew no re
strictions, now that it was returned,
and her heart leaped up to his in all his
ambitions for helping to make a better
world.
When he rose to go, Barbara went
to the door with him. He had opened
it and was about to step out when he
turned and said, with a laugh: "I have
forgotten my hat."
The missing hat was not found at
once, and Mrs. Clark unblushingly
said: "Perhaps it is in the sitting
room," and walked deliberately out
there.
The hat was lying on a chair behind
the table. The minister took it up and
walked to the door again. Then he
turned and said, while Barbara looked
up at him: "I forgot something else."
Then he stooped and kissed her, and
went out into the night, and it was
like the glory of Heaven's brightness
all about him, while Barbara turned
and again met her mother with an em
brace where both mingled their tears
over the divine romance of this earth
ly life. God bless the repetition of the
pure love chapter in human hearts.
When it is deeply Christian, as iu the
case of Barbara and Ilalph, it is ap
proved of Christ and has the sunctiou
of nil Heaven.
When Barbara began her work at
the Wards' next day, she had a natural
dread of breaking the news to Mrs.
Ward. But that lady unconsciously
made a good opportunity. She came
Into the kitchen early in the forenoon
nnd was struck by Barbara's beauty.
She had noted it many times before,
but this morning the girl's great love
experience had given her face an addi
tional charm. It is no wonder Ilalph
Morton fell in love with her. He said
It all began from that Sunday when he
.first met her at the Marble Square
church.
"Why, Barbara," Mrs. Ward ex
claimed, "you look perfectly charming
this morning. How do you manage to
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keep looking so lovely? It Is a wonder
to me that the kitchen is not full of
beaus all the time!"
Barbara laughed lightly. "I don't
want a kitchen full of beaus. One Is
enough."
Mrs. Ward looked at her attentively.
Then she said, somewhat gravely:
"Dldyousay one is enough? What does
that mean?"
"It means O Mrs. Ward, I am so
happy!" She turned to her, nnd the
older woman trembled a little und then
said: "It Is Mr. Morton?"
"Yes," cried Barbara, and Mrs. Ward
put her arms about her and kissed her.
Then she stepped back and looked at
her somewhat sorrowfully.
"I'm glad for you, of course, but
what are we going to do? It's always
tho way. The best girls I have always
go and get married. But I never
thought until lately that you would do
such a thing. Why, It's like a story,
Barbara, if it was In a book, people
would think it was quite improbable.
'The idea!' they would say, 'of the
brilliant preacher of Marble Square
church, Crawford, the gifted young
writer and lecturer, marrying a hired
girl In his own parish!' Have you
thought, Barbara, of the sensation mis
event will make in Marble Square
church V"
"Of course I have not had much time
yet to think of it, Mrs. Ward. If Mr.
Morton Itnlph," she added, shyly,
blushing at her own uso of the name
before another person, "if he feels sat
isfied, the church ought not to give any
trouble. Why should it? Do you think
it will?"
"You're a hired girl in the eyea of
most people in the church. They do
not know you ns I do. I am afraid it
will make trouble for Mr. Morton."
For a moment Barbara's radiant
face showed signs of anxiety. Then,
to Mrs. Ward's astonishment, she said,
with a smile: "I am not going to bor
row trouble over it. I love him too
much to be afraid of anything."
"If only people knew you as
Mr. Ward and I do" Mrs. Wnrd fal
tered, tears In her eyes, caused by nf
f cctlon for Barbara and sorrow at the
thought of losing her out of the home.
"You know what a welcome Mr. Ward
and myself nnd Mrs. Vane and a few
others will give you. But I don't know
what Mrs. Ilice and Mrs. Wilson and
Mrs. Brown will Bay."
"Do you know "Barbara spoke, not
flippantly but with a sense of humor
which was a real part of her healthy
nature. "Do you know, Mrs. Ward, I
am afraid I nm not quite so much in
fear of what Mrs. Itice and Mrs. Wilson
and Mrs. Brown will say as I ought to
be? I am not going to marry them,
but but some one else."
Mrs. Ward looked at her doubtfully.
Then she smiled at her and said: "You
must be very much in love, Barbara.
The old adage: 'Love laughs at lock
smiths,' will have to be changed to
'Love laughs at Marble Square
church.' "
"I don't laugh at it, Mrs. Ward. But
honestly, I do not feel to blame, and I
am not going to anticipate trouble.
That would not be right towards him,
for I know he counted all the cost be
fore he asked me to share all with
him."
Blessed be love like Barbara's! Truly
can it be said of such love, it "beareth
all things, bclieveth all things, hopeth
all things, endureth all things. Love
never faileth."
When Mr. Ward came home nt night,
he soon learned the news. Barbara had
no silly or false sentiment, and she had
agreed with Mr. Morton that the fact
of the engagement and near marriage
need not be kept secret from nnj'one,
even for a short time. So Mrs. Wnrd
told her husband. He wns not sur
prised. He had anticipated it.
"Yes, you're going to leave us, just
like all the rest," he said, In his banter
ing fashion, when Barbara came in
with some dishes to set the table. Mr.
Ward was In the reading-room, and
Barbara stepped to the door and greet
ed him. "One of the rules of your new
training-school ought to be: 'No girl
who graduates from this school to go
out to service shall be allowed to get
engaged or married for at least five
years.' What is going to become of all
the competent girls if all follow your
bad example?"
"I'm sure I don't know," Barbara
unswered, demurely.
"Won't you nnd Morton take us if. o
board when you begin housekeeping?
I'm so used to your cornbrend muffins
and coffee for breakfast that I know
I shall never be able to put up with
any other kind."
"I don't know," Barbara replied,
laughing. "It is possible that we may
have a hired girl ourselves."
"Do you think so?" Mr. Wnrd said,
with pretended joy. "Then Mrs.
Ward and I shnll have our revenge on
you for deserting us, for you will then
have the agony of the servant girl
problem on your own hands and know
how it is from the other side of tho
house."
"Perhaps that is one of the reasons
I am going to have a home of my own,
Mr. Ward. I shall be able to see tho
Question from both standpoints."
"I hope you'll bo spared our trou
bles," Mr. Ward spoke in a really se
rious tone this time. Then he added
with great heartiness: "The Lord
bless you, Barbara. You have been
like a daughter to us." He choked as
he remembered Carl In Barbara's arms
just a little before he passed over.
"We shall miss you dreadfully. But
wo shall bid you God-speed. I don't
know what the rest of Marble Square
church will do, but you know that Mrs.
Ward and myself will be loyal to our
snlnluf r'st wife."
"O, I thank you, Mr. Wnrd. It means
everything to me," nnd Barbara re
tired somewhat hastily to the kitchen,
where some tears of joy and feeling
dropped on the fnmllinr old table
where Cart had so often sat watching
her nt work.
That evening Mr. Morton called.
Barbara had finished her work, and
was sitting with the family as her
custom was, when Morton came in.
To Be Continued.
A lleBffiiiK Letter.
Perhaps the mobt wonderful of these
epistles purported to come from an
old woman who begged for money,
and detailed her ill success in obtain
ing an order for a coffin for her daugh
ter, who, sho declared, was "in a ridi
culous condition on the roof of her
cottage." This statement seemed to
open up such a vista of horrors that a
mounted messenger was at once dis
patched to inquire into the case. It
was then found that the young wom
an was in rude health, and wanted the
money for toilet purposes. Cornhlll
Magazine.
Strange, Imt't It f
There is a plnao, an organ, a man
dolin, n guitar and a fiddle in an Atchl
boii family which rents a sewing ma
chine. Atchison Globe.
MAKING FARM HOTBED.
It Yon nave Neglected to Constraet
One This Year Save This Advice
for Next Season,
The nlto for a bed Bhould bo on a
slopo facing south, and if sheltered
on tho north and west by buildings
or grovo so much tho better. Mark
a space on tho ground at least one
foot larger each way than the sash
to be used. Throw out earth to thc
depth of two feet, which should bo
dono In tho fall. Fill this with horse
manure having plenty of litter in it.
Tramp it down firmly. Make a frame
tho bIzo of the sash, set it over the
pit, and put the Bash on; if the
frame la built so the sash fits inside,
and cleats are nailed on tho inside
inch from tho top to hold it, the Bash
cannot blow oft or Blip out of plnce.
Tho north end Bash Bhould bo from
four to six inches higher tlinn the
south end. Bank round tho outside
of frnmo with horso manure. The
heat at first will bo too intense but
when It has subsided to about 80 de
grees' put on five or six inches of
tho best soil obtainable, and bow
the seed. Keep tho temperature at
from 70 to 75 degrees in tho day
time, nnd do not let it get below 55'
nt night. At night it may have to
bo covered with blankets or mats if
very cold. Do not remove sashes to
give air immediately after removing
covering or the plants will damp off.
Make the hotbed about April 1 and'
bow in it tomatoes and peppers.
Sometimes it is best to stnrt plants
In boxes in tho house, then about
April 20 make a hotbed and trans
plant into It, giving ench plant from
four to six inches spnee each way.
In this way tomatoes will be in blos
som when it is warm enough to set
them in tho open air, which will
generally be from June 1 to 10.
Nothing is gnincd by putting them
out as long as it is cold and frost
mny destroy , them. Bo Biiro to
give plenty of nlr on warm Bunny
days. I lost a fine lot of plnnts one
spring by neglecting to raise the
sohIi one morning, Bays the writer;
at noon when I went to look at them
they were all dead, scalded as if by
hot water. As the weather becomes
warmer remove the sashes alto
gether in the day time, replncing nt
night. A couple of days before set
ting in tho open ground, water very
sparingly. Then take up carefully
with ns much boII ns possible and'
transplant. Farm, Stock nnd Homo.
SHADE IN GREENHOUSES.
Simple IJcvIce Which Prevent All
DuiiKiT from Injiirr to Tender
riuiilH by the Hot Sun.
Shade In greenhouses to protect
plants against the hot sun becomes C
more necessary ns spring ndvnnces.
A Bimplc device to obviate such ill
effects is shown in the sketch here
with. Two wires are stretched above
the bench, nnd on these is hung, with
brass rings, a length of cotton cloth,
to be pulled over the plant or shoved
aside to one end of the house, ns con-
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SHADE FOR GREENHOUSE.
ditions demand. Tho inner wire mny
be much higher than the other, thus
being out of the way. The cloth will
thus be nenrly at the same angle oi
the slopo over the bench ns tho glass
roof. Each bench In the greenhouse
can be thus provided with covers at a
trifling expense of timo or money.
Farm nnd Home.
ORCHARD AND GARDEN.
Do not any longer put off getting
your garden seeds.
Cut away old and dead portions ol
the raspberry, blackberry, currant
and gooseberry bushes.
The average cost of growing an ucre
of sugar beets in Colorado, exclusive
of rent of land, is about $30.
Sunlight let into gooseberry bushes
will reduce the number of those that
produce mildewed berries.
Make up a list of plants and bushes
needed this spring to keep up the as
sortment in your berry patch and to
replace the dead nnd dying.
Under proper culture and protection
from fire Norway spruce can in 25 or
30 years be grown of hufilcient size to
furnish a crop of wood for paper pulp.
The berry patch can bo cleaned oiit
now with less work than at any time
between now and this time next year.
Don't forget this till the bushes are all
leaved out.
A strawberry grower found that bv
removing one-third of the berries from
the vines, allowing only tho best to
grow, he got one-third more berries
by the measure, and tlfnt when sold in
market they not only paid for the.
labor, but increased tho profit. Farm
ers' Voice.
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