THE NEBRASKA ADVERTISER
i -fin i
W. XV. 8ANOKKS, 1'iibllslior.
NEMAHA, - " - NERKASKA.
AFTER SUNSET.
Over inj licnd the skylark HtiigoUi,
Though (lie mill liutli not and tlio night
draws nlBli!
What Ih Iho iiiuhhiiro that sweet hoiib
brliiRcth?
Ih It a hint that u day tfono by
Jono hy koiio hy may return hriiIm.
And tho tlmo of waiting o past llko rain?
Tlio lark hIIII slnRH as ho upward flloth
Through tho dusk-blue air, and tho
notes drop down
To the llHtonltiK earth, and my heart
that orlolh
For tho hroath or spring and tho sum
mer's crown.
Ah' crown of Hummer, dnut hang mi far
As over tho nkylark that lono whlto star?
Oh, lonely ntar! Hut tho bomb hath ended,
Tho purple mountains Brow darker yet;
Boon will tho crimson and Bray ho
hlended,
And nought to tell where tho huh hath
net;
The hluo dUHk deepens, more stars thcro
he:
What Ih tho promlBo yo hold Tor mo?
Where tho hlllH drop down to tho nca
which spiunoth,
For ( ver and over, tho patient land:
Where tho hluo hlllH molt to the hluo Hky,
burnetii
A dlHtant llro llko a love-llt hrand.
My steps (Ifiicend, and It gocn from wight,
But 1 know It Ib HtroiiB for tho coming
night.
Oh, HtarH and Urol Ih your Inward tncan
Iub To tell of hope for the days to he?
Of an hour when Time Bhall bo hackward
leanliiB
To pluck whlto roiicH and red for mo7
And tho Joy which Ib past como back
eomo back
Willi u threefold strength that Bhall
nothliiB Iack7
Clara Hlimcr 1'oyulcr, In Chamhcr'B
Journal.
CopjTlBbtlMl.brJ. U.LIpptncottCo.
CHAPTER IV. CoNTiNTi'.n.
"You wait," she replied. "Ye don't
deserve no gardeen angel, but ye gut
to hcv one all the same. What d'ye,
think o' thet?" She reached out to
n beam which supported the flooring
and unhooked something from it.
"There! " alio exclaimed. "Wir, ye
.took in, or wuzn't ye?"
My eyes fell upon a coat, waistcoat
mnd trousers; indeed, there were two
pairs, one made as knee breeches,
.111111 the oilier pair the long cover
dngs of a young man of fashion.
-"An' I'll bet ye'll ilnd the counter
pa'ts of 'em in them boory draw's,"
'UttUl Oloriauna.
"Perhaps it's a bicycle suit," said
1. "She may like to rltlo so in (he
evening. They tell me that in Paris
tho women look almost like men. I
know she's lived abroad." T stopped
short. This knowledge J had gained
from the letters; I must not divulge
Jt too soon.
"An' whut say to this?" and Glorl
iinnn began to remove from the eoat
.ppekots some cigarette stumps, and
'those little books taut i nave seen
;young men take out and tear up to
toll their tobacco in.
"Well, it's all (he same thing. Sho
acknowledged that she smoked. I
Hpokc to her about it. Many women
do it. It's considered a rather
Htvlish accomplishment, 1 believe.
She may smoke and wear boy's
clothes to ride In, and still be a
young woman. Don't you think so,
Glory?"
"And whut do ye say to this?"
nsked Glorianna, ignoring my humble
plea. She had pulled a letter from
one of the pockets, and was holding
it to the light.
"'Dear .Tim,' " sho began. "'Isn't
it about time we got on to some-
-thln'?'"
"Stop! Glorianna," wild T, "this
ia really too much! She could have
vou arrested for that."
"Oh Lordy!" said Glorianna as she
dropped tho letter and skipped up
the remaining steps,
"Now go right back," said I, "and
plnce thoso things exactly as you
-found them. She told mo about her
'brother Jim, and about his being
-dead. These aro evidently his
clothes, and wo have been laying
liare her dearest itecrcts. Come!
Hang them up quickly, and como out
kf tho cellar."
"Ycs'in," said Glorianna Towner,
mieekly.
"Now don't ever let me hear of
your going into that cellar again
through tills room," said I, om-
.boldened by the change of front.
"No'm," said Glorianna. "I wun't,
for I'm a-goin' home this noon."
Thus was my soul torn with cou
nt tint warnings from Glorianna, with
constant anxieties about money mat
ters, and, 1 must say, with constant
suspicions about mj' lower-front.
It was dreadfully wearing, and 1 was
relieved in mind when Aunt .lane
Mary began to thump. Glorianna
U not no ui noon, nor for many
1 1 MYSTERIOUS 1 1
1 MISS DACRES 1
m By Mrs. Schuyler Crowninnhleld. 8
noons after (hat. T think now that
she was quite conscious when she
was well oir, bill at (hi (tine t feared
her departure with rvvry day (hat
dawned, and I wan in dreadful bond
age (o her, to Haldwin Towner
(hiough her, to my lower-front, and
not tho leant lo Aunt ,Jane. Mary.
My lower-back did not worry mo at
all, and my upper-back, Dr. Wynne,
was a delight and a joy. His rough
began lo desert him now, and he
grow Hlendlly bc(ter. Mnrmadtiko
Smllh onmo out to nee. him every day
or (wo, and (hey of (en walked in tho
(lower garden of an afternoon, or
Hat in (lit! nrVxir conversing in low
tones. He Haiti i wiih about the. col
lege, diking his volumes on "Tho
Lost Tribes" a.s a text-book. I knew
that President Smith would help him
out if ho could. I lo miid (hat if
(hat were Bottled ho would go on to
WaHhington at once, but (lint Mur
maduke must apply to (he trustees,
and thai couldn't be until the next
Monday.
Sometimes (hey enme in and Hat
on (lie piazza as (lie sun wan Ret
ting, and (heir talk was always of
books and the higher education, un
til I really got rather tired of hav
ing no much learning about me.
Sometimes it happened that Miss
Dacres would come homo while (hey
were siding there. She never seemed
(o like it, and usually she rode on,
and came back when President Smith
had left and Dr. Wynne had gone up
stairs. If (hoy were t ill there when
she came past the second time, she
would go on again, or else stand her
wheel against (he tree, open the
gate, and walk swiftly round the
house. 1 (old her once (hat it
wouldn't, do any harm to bo intro
duced to two of the most learned
men of modern times, but alio al
ways replied that she had come for
rest, and not for education, and she
meant to get it if possible. Why
she should know these people just
because I did she could not see.
Americans, she said, were always
crazy to introduce people who didn't
want to know eueh other.
CHAI'TEK V.
And now, it seems to me, begins
tho most interesting part of my
story, the beginning of the end. One
day the ladies, ever thoughtful, had
sent the carriage down to see if I
would not like to go for an airing.
It was quite lalo in (lie afternoon,
but 1 had told them that it was the
only time when 1 could possibly ne
eept (heir kind ofl'er, as (lien my
daily round had been accomplished.
It was llresome to drive alone, but
Miss Elizabeth had a severe head
ache, and Miss Evelyn could not leave
her.
I first knocked a( (he door of my
lower-front It) see if she would not
like to lake the vacant seat. In
truth, it eanie into my mind that per
haps in (lie close companionship that
a long drive brings about sho might
be willing (o say a little more about
herself, and I was anxious (t learn
what (here was to tell before I be
gan to suggest anything to (lie la
dies. I knocked, but no voice re
sponded; r opened her door a Ilttlo
way, but tho room was empty. I al
most wished that I could bundle up
Aunt Jane Mary and take her out
with me. Then suddenly 1 bethought
me of Dr. Wynne. I ran up to his
room and knocked. Tic came slowly
to the door, as became an oltl and
weak man, and my heart reproached
me that 1 hail not thought of him at
first.
"Dr. Wynne," said 1, "will you take
a drive with me? I won't say a lit
tle drive, because 1 shall slay out
just as long as I can."
"Lot me see," said Dr. Wynne,
smiling and showing his fine teeth.
1 always wondered (o see (hem so
white and firm! "Isn't this my day
for President Smith?" lie went to
his table and fumbled with a calen
dar with the trembling uncertainty
that Is so pitiful in oltl age.
"Ah," he said, "hero It is. No, ho
does not eomo to-day. Yes, I am
at liberty to go with you. i shall
enjoy it very much. Can you show
mo the old Swedes' meeting house?
1 have always wanted to see it."
"Certainly," saitl I. "Our road lies
that way."
"That pleases mo very much," saitl
Dr. or Kltler Wynne, as he preferred
to be called, lie came slowly down
the stairs and out through the gar
den and climbed into the great,
roomy carriage. I covered his. thin
old knees with the lap-robe and wo
were off.
"Where to M'?" said old John.
"Along tho Winchester road and
through the Overly lane to tho
Swedes' meeting house." John
touched his hat, and wo sped swiftly
along. The day was balmy and we
had the windows down, but Klder
Wynne kept pulling up the lap-robe
when It slipped away.
Wo drove several miles and then
turned into (he Overly lane. Here
the young trees, which were just
bursting into earliest bud, met over
head. I felt sure that (he woods
must hold for me some treasures in
the shape of woodland flowers.
"Would you mind, Dr. Wynne, if 1
were to get out u' moment to search
for flowers?"
"No," said he, "not at all." I went
through an opening In the fence and
along (lie stream. There were little
patches of snow s(ill lying in the
shaded spotx, and I realized that
there could be no flowers, that I
had come lo the wrong place; then
I turned to retrace my path, when
just under a great tree upon a Hat
stone I saw something lying. I
picked it up. It was Miss Dacres'
pocket-book. I had seen it in her
hands several times. 1 put it in my
pocket, and quite forgot it as I con
tinued my search for flowers. There
was nothing to rewartl me, and I
returned lo my carriage.
Elder Wynne was quavering about
(he Lost Tribes (and I can truth
fully say that I wished many a time
that day, that he had never found
(hem) when John drew up at the
door of' (he church. Tho slono step
was but a few paces away from the
road, and T alighted and helped the
old man down. I was wondering if
I should have to go on to Maltby's,
the sexton of (he new meeting house,
and gel (lie key, when I saw that
the door was open a little crack.
I pushed 11. and i( gave at my touch,
f walked into (lie scini-darknesB,
JZ V" f' ''JJ lj t
IT WAS MISS DACRES POCKET
BOOK. holding to Elder Wynne's hand that
he might not stumble, and together
we entered (he vestibule of the
church, and then I pushed on to the
main door. This, too, I thrust open,
and (hen we stood In the central
aisle of (ho old stone "building.
"Jlist!" The sound came out of
the darkness.
"Who is that?" said I.
"Maltby, is that you?" I heard.
"We'e I've seen enough. It's a
very interesting old " Hy (his
time the speaker was close to me,
and we recognized each other at the
same moment.
"Oh Mrs. P.rathwaitc! Is that you?
What a queer place to meet you In."
He spoke in a very loud tone of
voice.
"Softly, sir. softly! You are in
the Lord's House," said Elder Wynne
in his soft, quavering tones.
"I beg your pardon, T was so sur
prised! There's nothing to see
nothing, 1 assure you. I've been all
over the old ram-shackle affair
there is really nothing." Ho slood in
the middle of (he aisle. His so
standing blocked our way.
"What! Not the carving of the
Ivosurrcetion and the font given by
the first Swede pastor? Why, Avhere
were your eyes, Mr. Heldon? We
must see (hose, of course. Come,
Dr. Wynne."
My lower-back backed slowly
down (he dark aisle, talking volubly
to us and occasionally glancing over
his shoulder. The church was dimly
lighted, and I suggested having one
of (lie windows opened the blinds,
rather. "1 will go in the carriage
and get the sexton," said 1.
"I think we can send for him more
easily," saitl Mr. Heldon. "Hi,
Johnny!" anil there appeared out of
the darkness the little deformed
child whom I had often seen playing
round the door of the Maltby home
stead. "Go and tell your father that
Mrs. Hrathwaito wishes the blinds
openod."
"lie's gone to tho village," replied
Johnny, "but if you and the lady had
enough of light "
"The lady says she cannot see,"
saitl Mr. Heldon, breaking in, "how
ever "
"1 mean the other lady," said
Johnny.
"Go! at once, Johnny," broke in
Mr. Hohjon, "and see if he hasn't
come home yet." There was a sud
den gleam of outer sunshino as
Johnny ran through the door, and
by its ray I perceived a handkerchief
on tlio cushioned seat near where 1
was standing. 1 picked it up at once.
It had a variegated border which 1
knew well.
"Thank you," saitl Mr. Heldon, hold
ing out his hand.
"It isn't yours," saitl 1. "It be
longs to mj' young woman boarder,
Miss Dacres."
"Does it?" said Mr. Heldon, clap
ping his hand to his pocket. "Where,
then, can 1 have left mine? Does
that young woman penetrate even
to the temple of the Lord? Is noth
ing sacred from her, not even this
holy edlilce?"
1 did not. like his tone, and Elder
Wynne looked at him as if it jarred
upon him.
"Young man," ho said, in his quav
ering voice, "when you come to my
age you will not speak slightingly ol
u pile like tills, or of its Master."
"I don't call that slightingly, sir,"
said Mr. Heldon, respectfully. "I
really am surprised at that young
woman. 1 meet her everywhere on
the road. She pries into everything,
but she seems no more willing to
make my acquaintance than I am to
make hers. 1 wonder if she was
here lately."
Elder Wynne began to cough.
"The church is damp," I saitl. "Oh,
dear! flow reproached 1 shall bo if
you have taken more cold. Do como
out into the sunshine."
"The church is not really cold,"
said Mr. Heldon. "Let me sec if I
cannot open the blind without wait
ing for Maltby. Jt would be a pity,
after you have come so far, not
to "
It came over me just (hen that ho
had declared that the church held
nothing of Interest.
"No! no;" saitl Dr. Wynne, hurry
ing towards the door much faster
than T had thought possible he. could,
"I cannot stay here longer. I must
got out. out into the air."
His tone frightened me, and I hur
ried aftoV him. I never saw him
show such vigor. He was standing on
the church step when I came through
tho door, ami was shading his eyes
with his hand and looking down tho
roajl. My eyes followed his. "Who
Is that?" He indicated a (lying
figure silhouetted against the set
ting sun
"That?" said I. "That? Why, it
looks vary much like my other board
er, Miss Dacres." Mr. Heldon looked
after the diminishing figure. "I be
lieve you nre right," said he. "That
is Miss Dacres I wonder where sho
came from?"
When we renched home I found
Miss Dacres sitting on the piazza.
"Where have you been?" she said.
"I am starving. I have been homo
for hours."
"Not quite hours," said I, "if that
was 3'ou we saw spinning along Over
ly Lane.
"Well, that may be an exaggera
tion; but what made you think I
was in Overly Lane?"
"I saw you. We all saw you. Mr.
Heldon said it was you."
"Was lie with you?" she asked.
"No, we met him in church, the
Swedes' church."
At this sho began to laugh
that Swedes' church!" she
"Oh,
said,
"that Swedes' church!"
"Here is something that I found
there, something of yours."
"Not mine!"
"Oh, yes, yours,
ironed it too often
Glorianna has
for me not to
know it."
She held out her hand and took
the handkerchief. "So it is." said she.
"Where do you say you found it?"
"In the Swedes' church on the
seat of one of the pews."
Elder Wynne was seated in a chair
near by. lie had taken up the even-
ing
paper, which concealed his face,
and was looking apparently at
flrst page, but he did not turn it.
tho
nor
make the rustling that newspaper
readers usually do.
"Come Into my room," saitl Miss
Dacres suddenly, "I want to tell you
something."
I entered the hall, then her room.
When we were inside she closed the
window which was open to the piazza
and the door into the hall.
"Now I'm going to make a clean
breasfc'of it," said she. "iNvas in tho
Swedes church, and this is my
handkerchief. Now you sit there,
and let me sit here; or wait, no, let
me get down here." To my great
surprise, Miss Dacres placed me in a
rocking-chair and seated herself on
a little stool at my feet. "There!
we're all comfortable so. Now let
me rise to explain. 1 did go into tho
Swedes' church." She laid her head
against my kneo confidingly. Sho
looked np into my face with thoso
lovely eyes. hy had I never seen
before how lovely they were? "I
was out on my wheel this afternoon,
when I came across that queer old
church. I had never scon it before.
I jumped off and went up to the
door. To my surprise, 1 found it
open a crack, and I went in. Tho In
side was so dark that at first I could
hardlv feel mv way. but 1 went
down the middle aisle and stood by
that queer old tomb. It gave me a
sort of shivery feeling, and 1 was
glad to hear voices overhead. They
were a man's voice and a child's.
Their owners were coming down
from the belfry, I thought, for they
seemed ,to be in the front of the
church. I was foolish not to run
right out of the building. I had
plenty of time, but I got dazed. I
thought they would be going in a
moment, and that I could hide until
they were gone. And how' foolish
that would have been! Just think,
if I had stayed there, and been
locked up alone!" Miss Dacres gave
a littlo shudder, and laid her head
in the folds of my gown. Uncon
sciously, almost, 1 smoothed her boy
ish, yellow hair, and in my heart I
was crying out, "Have I found you,
Ilttlo Amaranthe?
"Well, when you "
"Well, I crouched down behind the
front pew and waited, To my hor
ror that air. Mr. -"
"Heldon," 1 supplied.
tTo Bo Continued.
AN ORIENTAL MAIL SERVICE;
The CtirlotiA Synteni In Aro?tie In the
J, and of One TJioiiflnml nml
One Weight.
There is a glamour around Bagdad,
a halo of mystery tinged with pomp
ami splendor. The homo of JlnrOun-al-Hashid
and the scene of his ad
ventures, it is known as widely as
the Thousand and One Nights, but;
like Constantinople, the capital of tho
emnire in which Hagdad stands, it
glitters from the distance, tlu near
er view dispelling many a cherished
ideal. Still, even amid tho strange
hygiene, quaint etiquette, and odd
ways of thoplaoe, the resident cornea
across scenes and incidents so odd
as to make one believe it is yet tlio
days of Jlaroun that the sun of his
tory lias gone back many degrees on
the dial. Some things cannot be com
pared with our institutions, and oth
ers can the management of the mail
is one of the matter, says a London,
paper.
There arc two ways of sending this
in Hagdad one tho Turkish, the oth
er tho Hritish. Practically all let
ters going west go by the Turkish
system. Hy this there aro two
routes, one by camels to Damascus,
and thence to Uelrut, whence it Is
transported by steamer to Hrindisi,
and afterwards by rail, the other by
camels to Mosul, and then by mules
nnd rail to Constantinople. Letters
from Constantinople take some 12
days; not long ago the time suddenly
jumped to 4(5 days, and w,hcn the post
office olllcials were nsked to explain,
they said: "Now the mail conies
partly by rail. Hence the ' delay!"
This is a sweetly oriental idea a
railroad to take 31 days longer than
camels.
When your letters come depends
upon when the mail arrives, and may
be any time of the day. Perhaps one
of the most comical parts of the serv
ice is the fact that the carrier can
not read. At the office he is told
what houses are to have letters.
Then he slings his bag over his
shoulder and trots off, hopping from
side to side of the concavity that is
gutter and street, and thus wends his
tortuous way through the city till
he arrives at a house for which he
has mail. Upon entering lie unslinga
his bag, opens it and pours the con
tents on tho floor, at the same time
telling you to pick out such letters
as belong to you! There is a charm
ing naivete and ingenuousness about
the whole proceeding which strikes
the westerner as irresistibly comic.
When you have taken out your share
the remainder is bundled back, and
off he goes to the next house.
Qntter I.iiiikujik;i Vcirlly.
"It is a queer language," saitl a be
wildered Frenchman. "A horse falls
intb ze subway and hecs owner falls
out with ze contractaire. Ze house,
it goes up in smoke and ze firm goes
under from ze fire, while ze goods
go down on account of ze smoke and
ze wattaire when ze fire goes out.
"Ze wife run up a bill at ze shop,
ze bookkeepaire runs up ze column
of figures in ze ledgaire, ze husband
runs from ze collectaire, ze shop
keepaire runs over to ze court, and
ze attachment runs about a month,
and zen it runs ont.
"Ze gamblaircjsees z poor foreign
er, ze foreigner sees ze gainblaire's bet
and raises it; zen he sees a flush royale
and zen ze police seize ze whole busi
ness. Ze gamblnire sees ze wanTiunn
and ze foreigner sees his money no
more. 3t is a strange language in ze
great country of America." N. Y.
Times.
THE GENERAL MARKETS.
Kansas City, Feb. 3.
CATTLE Beef steers $100 5 20
Native stockors
2 SO (ff 4 35
2 75 4 25
fi 00 & C 00
3 10 5 00
CO G7&
70
Western steers
HOGS
SHEEP
WHEAT No. 2 hard.
No. 2 rod
CORN No. 2 mixed..
as
40
3CVi
40
OATS No. 2 mixed 35
RYE-No. 2
FLOUR Hard winter pat.
(ft 3 50
Soft winter patents.... 3 SO (ff 3 CO
HAY Timothy 10 00 13 50
Pralrlo 175 dp 9 00
BRAN 77 fi 78
MUTTER Cholco to fancy.. 11 23
EGGS "
CHEESE Full cream 13 $ 144
POTATOES Homo crown .. 45 S DO
ST. LOUIS.
CATTLE Beef steers 4 30 ft 5 50
Texas steers 2 30 (s? I 35
HOGS Butchers Go f? 0 00
SHEEP Natives 3 80 (ft 5 25
FLOUR Rel winter pat.... 3 45 3 55
WHEAT No. 2 red Ityx 75
CORN-No. 2 40 43
OATS-No. 2 35fi 36
RYE GO 51
BUTTER Creamery 10 Ip 20
DRY SALT MEATS 0 12&0T 9 37
BACON 10 00 10 37
CHICAGO.
OATTLE-Steers 3 00 5 85
HOGS Mixed and butchers. G 50 6 75
SHEEP Western 3 75 5 00
FLOUR Winter patents .... 3 00 3 75
W1V3AT No. 2 red 73 7G
CORN-No. 2 43 41
OATS-No. 2 33
RYE May GO
LARD-May 0 25 9 35
PORK-May 10 33 16 47
NEW YORK.
CATTLE-Steors 123 5 20
HOGS Mixed western fi SO
SHEEP 3 00 4 G2
wheat-no. 2 red si 82
CORN-No. 2 CS CD
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