THE NEBRASKA ADVERTISER
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VT. W. BANDIES, PublUher.
NEMAHA, - ' - NEBRASKA.
IN THE OnCHARD.
Oh! bore, bcncnth tlio roof of preen,
I throw me down and dronin iijralii
The fjoldon dreartiH of what Iihh been
And future ImrveHtH yet to gain!
Tho wheat waves In the field cIobo by,
An apple, ripuned ores Hh tlnio,
Drops fioni tho tree, the ijiiu'h irreat eyo
Hooka through tho leaves, and, a I
rhyme,
Tho blrd3 weave to and fro and ulriff
The very hoiikh J would declare,
And now and then tho lirnnohcH bwImk
4 f Stirred neatly by a wandering air.
Tho hlndor?, clicking In tho wheat,
J ho whittle of u. paaHlnw train,
The dlHtant nolnuH of tho Htreot,
Aro to my iionir a lo wrofraln.
To-day! To-day I rct at enao
And pick tho golden fruits that grow
In Hollludo on twlj;n of peace
The frultH that only dreamers know.
Herman Have, In N. Y. News.
Thelove That Lives
BY ELLEN FRIZELL WYGKOFF. 0
00S0!B0&OG2CiOCDC
TTE WONDERED if tdio atlll cared.
11 Ho hud gono west ton years ago
becauno ho waa too poor to offer her
anything ho thought It worth a
woman's whilo to accopt. Ho had
v learned to llvo without a thought of
her. Now ho was at home on business.
JIo had run down to tho beach for a
Lrcatli of uwcet salt air.
Ho was watching her as she, all un
conscious of liis presence, quietly ate
her supper in a corner of tho dining
room farthest from him. It had been
a. long Umosinco ho had thought of
hor, yet sho came back naturally
enough to her placo now that ho sat
thoro looking at her.
1 hero was a bowl of looso, freshly
cut roses and gardonlas on hertablo.
Tho sea breezo brought him llttlo
whiffs of their fragrance. Ho re
membered her lovo for thorn. Throe
other women sat nt tho tablo with hor.
Ho know they wero thoro, but he only.
finw her.
Sho laughed now and then, and ho
watched for tho sparklo In hor oyes, the
dimple In her cheek, and tho gleam of
hor mllk-whito tooth. Each of hor
uu.i,f uimrmB wore intensified. Sho
had ripened up beautifully. Ho missed
a cortain soft, pretty shyness that used
to fold hor away from him as Its mossy
calyx scroons a rosebud. It was this
llttlo barrlcado of resorvo that had kept
hlin silent and at a distanco in tho
days of old. It was gono now. Ho folt
that sho would understand at onco how
It was with him. Ho was not afraid
of tho air, of womanly prldo that had
como to hor.
Sho fed herself daintily as a bird
Sho seemed wonderfully at her case
and altogether sweet and wholesome!
xiui uiuo oyes were clear and steadfast.
It rested him to look at hor. Sho was
tho ono woman in all tho world. It
was curious that ho had rather lost
Bight of that, lately. Now hor person
ality stood out clear and sweet from
tho shndows of his forgotfulness like
a star when thero is a rift in the
clouds.
Tho simple old life had been good
tor her, ho thought. While ho flhd beon
tolling and delving, wasting his youth
almost losing his soul, sho had beon
Jiving quietly nt home In tho old house
up in tho city, coming out In tho old
way each summer for a month by tho
Hca. Ho folt resentful and ill-usod.
For ho might have boon with hor. In
stead of tho gold ho had been heaping
up bo might have had hor.
Tho dainty supper cooled boforo
Mm. Tho-waiter behind his chair
Jidgoted and asked questions, anxiously.
Pooplo glanced curiously at tho big,
sunburnt, queer-mannered man from'
tho west. A party of young people be
hind him laughed and talked merrily.
Tho four women at tho table In tlio
corner cnattcd pleasantly. Thero was
all tho cheerful hotel dining-room
clattor. But ho saw only one face, with
its crown of dusky hair and eyes of
blue; heard only ono low, clear voice.
Ho felt Injured when ho saw how
quiotly content alio was. Thoro wan
no shadow of .rogrot in hor eyes, no
line 'of grief on her face. Sho must
feel very sure of him, certainly; vory
posltlvo that ho would como for hor
eorno day! And yot ho had said no
word of all this whon ho went away.
Ho thought that sho ought to know
Intuitively that ho was near hor. Ho
had heard such things. But sho
smiled brightly Into tho faco.of one
of tho other wonion.
Ho got up and went out of doors.
Ho was used to plonty of air. Tho
placo was Btlfllng. IIo wondered what
sho would say when sho saw him. IIo
ought to havo wrltton, of courao. But
then why, well, ho hadn't wrltton.
His sunburnt faco flushed hotly. Novor
mjnd, she'd bo glad enough to oeo him,
ahyhow.
Tho sun was setting. Tho" lilac walk
was qullo dim now. It lay under the
dining room windows and her tablo
waa near the Inst ono; so ho drifted
that way. Ho could hear her laughing.
How prettily alio did It. Ho remem
bered that most women laugh shrilly.
Now he could ace hor. She waa stand
ing tip, tho bowl of dowers in her hand.
"1 think I ahall give each of you part
of my lowers. Charllo sent them out
to me. Ho must love me very dearly,
don't you think?" And ngain she
laughed softly.
A lrlendly handicap on his shoulder
roused him. "Dick Allen, homo from
the west, as I llvo! I thought I know
tlio turn of that shoulder in the dining
room."
"Yes. Beastly place."
"Tho west?"
"Tho dining room."
"Whon you arn't hungry, yos. Well,
well, old man, this la a treat. I am
amazingly glad to see you."
"Thanks oh Osborn? Yes, you arc
Osborn."
"Tho same Charlie Osborn, at your
aervlco, air. Dick, you are gazing de
jectedly upon the happiest man In the
world!"
"Inherited a fortune?"
"Why man alive, I'm getting mar
ried to-night. f Swell affair at old St.
John's, over town, you know. Party
out for a last seaside frolic and all
that. Going In on a special train, you
know. Join ua, old man, como in at
thq eleventh hour, a3 it were, and share
the fun."
Tho man from tho west brightened.
"Why, certainly. Knct is, you know,
Osborn, I've como homo on a similar
errand." And the two men shook
hands warmly.
"Sly old dog! Well, a fellow feeling
and that, you know. Stay at homo,
will you?"
"Don't know. You llvo In tho old
town'?"
"No placo like it. Bought the old
Jasper placo and remodeled the house.
Pino property. Bought It for Kathar
ine's sake. Sho Is vory fond of It." He
spoke with a sort of glow in his voice.
He wns largo and fair with a lender
heart that looked out at his laughing
eyes.
Tho other man suddenly stiffened.
'J ho old Jasper placo," ho repeated.
"On tho corner of Spring and Pop
laracross from tho park, you know.
Wo aro coming back after n short
northern trip." Ho laughed softly.
Thoro was no sympathy In his friend's
sunburnt face. But tho light was dim
In tho Iliac walk.
"You aro marrying Kntherlne Jns
por?" Tho man from tho west stood
with his back to tho light.
"Why, to bo sure, I thought I told
you. ,Prottlcst woman I over saw.
I'm surprised that ahe'd look nt. mo.
Remember her, don't you?"
"Yes. I am stupid see you later.
Charlie," and ho turned sharply away,
followed by a long, Mow whistle that
maddened him. IIo wns glad that
Charllo had not called her by her pol
name, tho pretty, caressing little name
that h'i loved.
Ho went down to the sea and walkeu
up and down tho beach while the llt
tlo waves whispered and died at his
leet. After long hours tho moon rose
from I ho ruddy waters. He heard a
lato train como out from town. It
would bo going back aftor awhile. Ho
might as well tako It and catch an
early express and get-back to the west
and the comfortable forgetfulness
from which ho had como to this bit
ter disappointment.
II.
Ho hurried back to the hotel, found
a sleepy porter and sent his baggage
to tho station, paid his bill, shook him
self and turned his fuce to tho west.
He had cholco , botween the wido
bricked walk to tho front gate and the
sandy path that was bordered by lilacs
as it wound around tho old houso and
through tho garden to a llttlo tumble
down gate half way to tho station.
He hosltatcd and choso the path. The
garden was damp and tangled and
sweet. Moonlight, whlto and clear,
bathed It in unearthly glory.
Boforo him he saw tho gleam of a
white dross. A woman met him. Ho
hold out his hand. His blood danced
wildly, and he was used to having It
now steadily. "I thought you wero
In town." ho said, a curious Hnr- in
his voice.
"I wa3," she answered simply, show
ing no surprise at his manner of greet
ing. " returned on tho last train.
Tho other? are ulcoplng In town. Thero
was a wreck and tho wedding trip
can't begin till morning. Weddings,
are rather tiresome. Wo expected
you."
"I it was ouito unavoidable."
"I understand, of course. Still I
rather expected you."
"If I had known that you cared"
Sho interrupted him nulekiv; t
didn't, specially. Charllo told mo that
ho had mot you and asked you o the
wedding."
Ho leaned toward her, his eyes
stern. "Did you think I would go?"
Her chin went up a little. "It was
over whon ho told me."
"It was?" Between sot teath. "But
I dare say you'd havo gono with him
just tho same If ho had told vou be
fore." "I supposo so," she answered wear
ily. ','ls It not a llttlo chilly? I aad on
a Itaglan over my wedding garment,
but I left It In the hall. I shall havo
to bo going in. It was a lovely wedding."
"Osborn will bo looking for you,'
said.
Sho laughed softly. "No, ho is In
lown, you know. But I must not stay
out longer. Good night."
"It is good-by," ho said. "I am go
ing away. I shall not see you again
if you go in now."
She hold out her hand and he took It
between his own. IIo felt It tremble,
and hold It closer. "I saw you at sup
per this ovoning," ho said.
"Why didn't you speak to mo?" Sho
raised grieved eyes to I1I3 faco. Tho
look maddened him.
"I was a tool. If I had spoken I
wanted to ace you first quite alone"
"Why?" sho a3kcd softly.
"Can't you guess?"
"I'm afraid not. I am very dull."
He bit his lip. "Don't you know that
I can't tell you? When ono Is married
Is it quito impossible for a woman
ever to understand?"
Sho laughed In her pretty, gurgling
fashion, but In some swift, strango
way sho had changed. "Why, how
came you to think that I didn't know?"
Sho drow her hand from his alowly,
and went on In a matter-of-fact way:
"We used to play at lovo making, you
and I, whon the world was younc. Yon
have been thinking that I would expect
a bit or withered, lavendcr-sconted
sentiment." Sho laughed merrily.
"I supposo so. Kitty, this thing of
forgottlng I3 not so easy for us all,"
ho said, miserably.
"Isn't It? I'm sorry to know you had
a bad time. Still, you did accomplish
It.' She amilod patronizingly.
"I didn't," ho contradicted flatly.
"In It really so bad ns all that? Well,
I must go In now."
"I think you might say that you aro
sorry for me," ho pleaded, and she
turned back.
"I didn't suppose you'd forget and
and drag the law and tho Gospel In be
tween us aftor this fashion," ho said.
"I don't understand you. but, Dick,
I am sorry." Thero wore tears In hor
voice, and again she held out her hand.
"I don't believe you forgot," ho
whispered.
"Perhaps I shall," sho said bravely,
"now that I know what my remember
Ing has meant to you." Her proud
hcaVl was hold high, her strong, sweet
faco waa raised to him with eyes that
had no shrinking in their steadfast
depths. "If I wronged myseff by think
ing of you boforo this meeting, I shall
bo careful not to wrong another by"
"You waited for me, Kitty?" Ho
looked at Iter, puzzled.
"It was hardly so much as that. I
think. I don't believe I oxpected you
to como again. I have been too busy
to think of lovo and marriage. Thero
was little Catherine to bring up. Now
that I havo given her to Charlie"
"Little Catherine?" ho repeated.
"Dear old Bob gave her to me when
ho died eight years ago; I thought you
understood. I was all she had."
"And and Charlie has married
her?"
"Aro you quito well?" sho asked
gravely. "I I think your pepole ought
to know "
"Why Kitty, I havo no people. Aftor
all. havo you forgotten how utterly
alone in tho world I am?"
Sho caught her breath sharply and
pressod'her hands together.
"Must it. always bo so, Kitty?
Couldn't you learn to caro again?"
"And you wero almost gono!" sho
sobbed.
A HtUo noto went into town on tho
morning train, and Charlie and his
brldo bent over It at tho breakfast
tabic.
"How lovely .that tho church Is all
decorated! What a sly old auntie ours
is. Wo must hurry, to get to tho wed
ding. And you knew that dark man
and all about what ho had como homo
ror?"
"Of course, I did."
And she believed him. New Orlcano
Times-Democrat.
A ItimlitcMH Enltniih.
Amusing epitaphs aro not difficult
to find if ono l sooklng them. Tho
Cheshire Republican cites a most cln
gular ono, which may bo found on a
monument In eastern Tennessee.
"Sacred to tho memory of John
Smith, Tor 20 years senior partnor of
tho firm of Smith Jones, now J. J.
Jones & Co." '
Tho names aro not really Smith
and Jones, but they will answer for
tho purpose of the story."I met Jones
.later." says tho narrator, "and ho gave
hie a frank explanation of tho Inscrip
tion. "Smllh was v. bachelor without rel
atives," ho said, "but ho know a tre
mendous lot of country people, and if
any of them happened to 1100 his grave,
thoy might think that tho old Iiouho
had closed up and gono out of bus!
vosa. So I thought It no moro than
right to lot them know thru tho linn
was ctlll alive."
I'roveil.
Old Fogey I am pained to hocr tint
you are addicted to pokor phij ing, and
that last night you lost 5127."
Young Fogoy Tho idea! Why, I
don't even know how to play tho game.
So I was Informed by the party who
won. the money. Stray Storcs.
THE TWO FROGS,
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l"!"v rA,l t " I'T'V""" ' ' MUK.UK Mill I UMI
ho .vi .vr jc -- '. .. A& SA.fl
Flu 1 J the Third Vvos.
One hot summer, the lake in which two Frogs lived was com
pletely dried up, and they were obliged to set off in search of water
elsewhere. Coming to a deep and deliriously cool well, one of the
Frogs proposed that thev should jump in at once.
Wait a bit," cried the other. (
"Why so?'' impatiently rejoined the first frog.
"Because, -friend, prudence demands that we consider how, if
the well should dry up, we could get out again."
cSl,,flurron?uacU1,lutcRtp?oJrtaolUkuly t0 Ve how -M'KK
WEEN NOT TO FISH.
PIkIi Are Sensitive to Weather Kvcn
If Xot Aft'eetoit 1y the
.od Inc.
Anglers know that fish are more sub
ject to the weather thnn a rheumatic old
maid In a Maine town, and the wise ones
among them who go into the woods for
an outing of weeks do their fishing only
when tho skies are propitious, says tho
New York Sun.
They fish steadily through days of
good fish weather and stay quietly In the
hotel playing seven-up and bridge whist
through days of bad fish weather and
have a good time. They show more fish
at the end of the trip than the inexpe
rienced fellows who rush out upon tho
rivers and lakes morning after morning,
no matter what the temperature and hu
midity. Dr. John Crawford, one of the passen
ger agents of the Louisville and Nash
ville railroad, has a theory that there
are only two or three good fishing days
In a month, and that mtiskallonge, trout
and bass aro governed by the signs of
tho zodiac. He fishes-only when tho sign
of Cancer is dominant, or, as he ex
presses it. when "the sign Is in the
stomach." He catches a good many fish
on his days, too.
Old hands who do not carry almanacs
In their grips, watch the skies and sally
when things are just right. The ideal
fishing day for lake or streams is one
when the.sky is overcast steadily by light
gray clouds sufficiently dense to hide the
sun and there Is Just enough of breeze to
maintain ripples on tho water.
If the sun comes out tho day will bo
more than half spoiled, and If the breeze
dies out it will be wholly so. Just as bad
0 state of things will follow If there Is a
hard rain, though fish will always bite
during a drizzle, or If the breeze Increases
to nhlgh wind making the water rough.
On a gray day, with a steady, light
breeze, bass or trout will always bite at
any time of the season.
Agnin there are days when fish cannot
be tempted to strike at any sort of lure,
live, dead or artificial, no matter how In
dustriously nnd scientifically tlio angler,
casts for them. This sort of day is per
fectly still with the water like a mirror
and not n breath of air to crinkle the sur
face. At such a time, the bottom of a
clear lake may be dlscernecjatadepthof
from ten to 20 feet, and the fish are abso
lutely nonresponsivc to coaxing.
It is true that they retire to holes so
deep that they cannot be seen even with
tho aid of a water glass, or cite to tangles
of rico nnd Illy pads where they aro se
curely hidden, but even though their
lurking places be known they cannot be
Induced to take "hold. If. however, tho
weather should change, the sky become
nvrecast with a moderate southerly or
easterly breeze, In half an hour the fish
will have taken their accustomed sta
tions, will have gone to feeding and will
strike avidly at any lure which comes
along.
(Iffeil AVnittnn Composer,
The most' gifted of all women eom
pojers wa3 Clara Schumann, yet nhort
ly boforo her marriage alio frankly
wrote in her diary: "I used to think
I had talent for creating, buUl havo
changed my mind. Women should'not
wish o lompose; not one bus GV01.
succeeded. To suppose that I was des
tined to be an exception would bo an
.arrogant assumption, which I made
lormerly, but only because my father
prompted me;'
AS TO DRYING OYSTERS.
It Cjiii lie Done, Siiy One AVho Kimmvb.
llul the HfKiilt IVonld Xot lie
Atvrevnblc.
"Drying oysters may beagood scheme,"
said an old oyster grabber, reports the
Now Orleans Times-Democrat, "but from
from my own experience I don't think so
much of it, and 1 ought to know some
thing about it. I have been drying my
own shrimp for twenty-five years. I dry
half a barrel of shrimp every year, and
so there is never any gumbo problem in
my house. I always havo shrimp for
gumbo. All I have to do Is to soak tho
shrimp over night and they aro 'as good
as new,' if I may borrow a popular
phrase. I may add that thejdrled shrimp
has all the flavor of tho shrimp freshly
caught. You cannot tell the difference.
With tho oyster It Is different. Because
of the oyster you cannot dry him (or
her, if you please) and preserve the
natural flavor. At least you cannot do it
by any of the processes known to me.
Several years ago I conceived the idea
of making nn experiment In drying oys
ters. I gathered several hundred sound,
good oysters, the pick of a small catch,
nnd strung them. I ran a needle through
a favorable part of the body, slipped
them on a string, and hung them up
where they would dry under tho most
favorable circumstances. They dried
thoroughly. They dried so thoroughly
thnt It was not necessary to pack them
In salt, and I thought the experiment had
put mo in possession of a good plan to
get rich. Some time after that I thought
I would try- my oysters! and so I told the
cook to mako some oyster soup, fry
some of them, and serve them In other
ways to test the experiment I had made.
Well, it was like eating chips. If the
soup had been made of shavings it would
not havo been more tasteless. Tho ex
perience convinced me that oysters can
not bo dried successfully, at least at
present. Some persons think you can
dry them as you do prunes or other fruit
or shrimp. Tho oyster Is mostly juice.
Thero Is nothing In the composition of
tho oyster that will hold tho Juice under
ordinary drying processes. The result
is that tho dried oyster Is flavorless.
As a matter of fact there Is nothing left
but tlje eye of the oyster, and the dis
tinctly oyster flavor Is not In the eye.
And this Is the point of the yarn I havo
been spinning."
Klondike dolil.
The Klondike district does not give
promiso of increasing its output of
gold over that of last year, which
amounted to $12,000,000. Lack of new
strikes or discoveries since tho mom
orablo find In 1S00 has sot a limit on
tho output and It Is now on tlio de
cline, having at this dato produced
over ?90,000,000 in gold. Tho Nomo
mining district Is dally Increasing as
a producer and Is being extended over
a vast expanse of territory, projecting
from Golovla bay to the Arctic ocean
and east inland from the Bohrlng sea
as far as the difficulties of transporta
tion will permit. Albany Argus.
Huitii't Pu'm AiHuiituKe.
"Wllllo," said that oung man's moth
er, "you wero very restless In church."
"Yes," wc.s the penitent response.
'lYou never see papa bohavingln that
way. Why couldn't you bo quiet like
him?"
"Woll, mamma," ho answered, frank
ly, "you see, I wasn't a bit sleepy."
Stray StorIC3.
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