The Nebraska advertiser. (Nemaha City, Neb.) 18??-1909, January 20, 1905, Image 5

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    THE RICHES
ITnlk nbout Poverty nothing It seems;
Rich ftm I over, with Love ntul the dreams!
Who with my wealth In the world cnn compare
Rich In the glory of Jenny's gold halrl
Beautiful, down streaming lutlr that I hold
In the hands of mu kissing and loving Its gold.
Talk nbout Fovcrty bright the sun streams!
Take the World's riches and give mo Love dreams!
Dreams In the dark skies, and dreams In the fair,
The light tho brave splendor of Jenny's gold halrl
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UIUU UlllllUilH IMIl nuiumy iiuu una ,
. The beautiful hair whose golden ringlets 1 kls3t
There Is no Poverty! Give mo, dear God,
Not tho gold harvests that color the sod;
Not the world's breath, over far oceans blown
. . . . ....
liut tno rea lips or .Jenny, tnat lean to my owni
And even In death just u joy, like to this:
Ucr gold hair to shadow mo sweet with Love's kiss!
Frank L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution.
05
N the gray stone steps that led i
rom one smooth lawn to nnother
stood Cynthia. One foot had
sought a lower step, the other lingered
above, and the clinging gown of white,
out of which peeped shoulders yet
whiter, outlined the slender figure. Tho
expression on the face under the large
hat, bent downward by ribbon tied
.daintily heneath the chin, showed rapt
attention to the notes of a violin, pro
ceeding from behind the closely crop
IP ed hedge.
It was n picture a man might look
upon for nil a summer's day, and then
not have his All. But I, from my seat
beneath the trees, found no pleasure
in it.
' "Curse the long-haired, fiddling fel
low!" I muttered, and hegan to walk
across the lawn to Cynthia. But even
when 1 stood below her, with my hat
dofred, I might have been a man In
visible Tor all the notice I gained.
"Good day, Cousin Cynthia," said I.
Tho music from behind the hedge
Bobbed and walled yet louder. 1 my
self could have fancied a tune with
more spirit; something to stir a man's
blood to fill him with the wild mad
ness of the charge aye, or even a
rousing song to suit the passage of the
flagon. But it was evidently to the
taste of my cousin, for she still stood
listening, and took no notice of my
salutation.
"It in a fair morning," said I, at
.length, thinking she was not aware
of my presence, and seeking to at
tract her notice.
"Your voice la not In harmony with
these sweet strains, cousin," she re
.plied, not favoring me with even so
much as a look.
'In truth, n crying child would suit
them better," I retorted.
Cynthia deigned no reply, but drew
aside as I ascended the steps and stood
abreast of hex.
'You treat mo harshly, cousin," said
"I did not 1'ld you come."
"Will you go up with me?" I in
quired, pointing to the lawn above us
"Nay, I am going down."
"To him," I added, bitterly,
do,- ludecd, go down."
Cynthia laughed merrily.
"You
"A witty cousin," she cried. "But
possessing little courtery, as, Indeed, I
found last night."
"I was augered, and did not pick my
words."
"Indeed, but you did, cousin; you
picked the most unpleas.-mt"
"Perhaps I had occasion."
"Perhaps? Or not? It Is of little
consequence," exclaimed Cynthia, rais
ing her white shoulders with n great
ihow of Indifference. "Good morning,
eousln." "
She held out her hand to mo, and 1
touched It lightly with my Hps. Then
ihe ran down the steps, and hegan to
eross the lawn below.
I have hoard It said, ami by those
tvlio should know, that none moved
with more grace than my cousin Cyn
thia. Aud I, as I stood motionless on
the steps, gazing after her. was sud
denly ililed with a very passion of love
nnd longing. I would go after her
throw myself at her feet, nnd beg her
to give mo back her love, which but a
day slnco I had thought was mine.
But as my pride and my lovo fought
within me, Cynthia had reached the
hedge whence came the music. 1 fan
cied she half turned her head toward
mo; certainly she paused a moment. I
ran down tho steps.
But then she vanished behind the
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many times claimed tho hand of the
Lady Cynthia. It la true It had been
granted mo, nnd my friends had still
no reason to bellove but that I was In
posensslon of her hoart. But I know
OF LOVE.
differently, for though her hand -was
in mine, her eyes sought continually
the face of a young stripling, a mem
ber of the compauy of musicians hired
to play while we danced. At first I
mistrusted my eyes, refusing to be
lieve such a thing. Few were more
proud than my cousin, and it seemed
Impossible that she, of the highest in
the land, could smile on a mere fiddler
from the court. But a lover's eyes are
quick; and tho truth, hideous though
It were, forced Itself upon me. Then,
foolishly, I spoke bitter words to her,
and she returned them. I reproached
her, perhaps assuming more than my
position wnrranted, for there was as
yet no formal bond between us, only,
as I hoped, a complete understanding
of the future.
We parted in anger, nnd all tho
night I had tossed sleepless. There
Avas a mystery In It I could not fath
om. No words had passed between
them, nnd love, If It were love, had
come swiftly, with but a look to kin
dle It. Once I thought it but a whim
to try my love; but to choose for the
test a man of mean birth, as this musi
cian, that were impossible for my
proud cousin.
For a few minutes I paced the lawn
with head bent and hands clasped be
hind my back. Then the Impulse
seized me to follow Cynthia, and play
the spy. That I should see nothing
that would please me I felt assured,
but I desired to know the worst. So I
walked swiftly to tho hedge, and, find
ing no one behind it, continued my
steps to a belt' or trees that formed
part of the great park of which the
house and garden were the heart.
in the shadow of the trees stood
Cynthia, and by her side the boy mu
sician, his fiddle lying neglected on the
ground and his hands clasping hers.
Then, as I watched, I saw film kiss
her, and she returned the kiss.
I have ever been counted a man of
cool brain and quiet temper, but here
was a matter far different to a whis
tling bullet or tho thunder of charging
horses. There Hashed Into my mind a
wild impulse to kill this stripling who
stood between me and my heart's de
sire. That the deed was unlikely to
further my wooing was an argument
that did not enter Into my hot head.
It was her name I cried as I ran to
ward them.
"Cynthia!"
The musician drew back, but Cyn
Ihla faced me calmly.
"Why, cousin, what Is this? A
sword drawn before a latl? Has tho
sun addled your brain?"
"I pray you to leave us," I said to
her, the words coming thickly.
"Your presence. Is not of my seek
ing," she replied, "and unless Master
Ilerrlck also wishes to be rid of
mi "
"Nay, nay," stammered the youth.
I turned to him sharply.
"I have a matter to" discuss with
you," said I.
He would not meet my gaze, but
leapt Ills eyes on the ground.
"Put up your sword, then," quoth
Cynthia. . "Such arguments ure poor
logic."
My head was cooling, and I thrust
the weapon back Into Its sheath.
"Tho gentleman Is evidently more
used to tho bow than to the sword," I
said, scornfully, pointing to the violin
lying on tho ground. Then I turned
on my heel and left them.
The flowers wore bright In the sum
mer sunshine and I strode about the
garden. All things spoke of beauty
and happiness, ami tho Joy of living.
But in my mind was tho picture of my
lovo In the arms of another and re
turning kiss for kiss.
Yet the chosen lover of the Lady
Cynthiu, a boy, a fiddlor and a cow
awl. My thoughts found utterance In
scornful words.
"Tut! These women are mad creat
ures, and It Is foolish to hnve aught to
do with them. There is plenty of
work for a man and a sword to do
in the world, and brave companions
with whom to live. The fiddlers for
the women. Tho men for the- light
and tho wino cup. That 13 llftf for
mo!"
"Cousin Richard!"
Tho words came softly nnd sweetly
to my oars. I turned sharply and
found Cynthia standing behind me.
Her hands wore clasped before her,
and her head benta picture of bash
ful humility, a little, I thought, too per
fect to bo true.
"Well?" I inquired shortly, bolng
not yet recovered from my anger and
scorn of womankind.
"I have thought from your manner
or, indeed, cousin, from your want of
manner that you are not pleased wth
mo."
That left me without a word. For
none but a blind man could have been
displeased with her as she stood there
before mo in the sunlight.
"It is a sad matter when cousins
quarrel," she continued.
"You kissed the follow," said I,
speaking harshly, to hide the softness
of my heart.
Her humility vanished at my words.
"Why not?" she crlcj. "What right
have you to spy on me? I will kiss
whom I like so you need have no fear
for yourself, Cousin Itlchnrd."
Now, I had determined to have no
repetition of the quarrel of the previ
ous night. So I answered quietly,
seeking to know tho truth, and to abide
tho result as a man should.
"I ask your pardon for my hasty
words," I said. "But a few weeks ago
you made 1110 believe that my suit was
not distasteful. Now, in n moment,
you cast mo off for another. Have I
no excuse for sorrow nnd anger?"
"Perhaps, Dick," she said softly.
Then I was conquered. I throw my
self ut her feet, crying that I loved her
and would die for her, and all tho
sweet mad speeches that lovers make.
But she stood quietly, and when I
found no more words ithey were ever
wont to fall me) she looked down at
mo nnd said smiling:
"The sun is warm, and I fear "
I sprang to my feet, for a moment
hating where I had loved. But before
I could speak Cynthia held out her
hands to me, crying:
"Nay, you misunderstand me. I did
but suggest that under tho great oak
tree we might converse with more
comfort, and" (here she smiled at me)
"with less chance of being overlooked."
Again my anger left me at her
words, and we crossed the lnwn into
the cool shade of the trees. One of
them, n mighty oak, had Its trunk cir
cled by a wooden seat. It was not the
first time we had visited it,
"Are you still very angry with me,
Dick?" asked Cynthia, when we were
sented.
"How can I bo pleased?" I returned
mournfully.
"Then we must sit npart. not being
friends," she said, and glided round
tho seat so that her back was toward
me and the trunk of the tree between
us.
So wo sat In silence, while I ponder
ed on the riddle that was so hard to
rertd. Why had she come to me, n
discarded and angry lover, with the
kisses of another and more favored
suitor fresh on her lips? And greater
wonder still, why did she stay with
me, nnd speak to me In this manner?
Either her heart was hard, and taking
pleasure In my pain, or else there was
some mystery In tho matter, let I
could but believe my eyes, and they
had seen her kiss him.
Presently, as no sound came from
the other side of the tree, I moved
slightly, and bent my body so that I
could see the graceful curve of her
white neck, and a rosebud nestling In
her dark hair. Then suddenly she
turned her head nnd met my gaze
"Why do you look at mo, Cousin
Richard, if you are so angry with
me? But perhaps tliere Is hre In your
V'i;. 13 I III.-1 I,- IIUIU 111 tJW,
Cousin Richard?"
For answer I moved toward her, but
she held out her hands as if to push
me away
"Nay, nay," she cried, "It Is not
safe to have an angry man who hates
me too near."
"You know that I do not hate you,"
I answered.
"I would see for myself. Look at me
again, Dick."
Obediently I turned my head, and,
she doing likewise for a moment, we
gazed Into each other's eyes. Then
she turned from me again, nud said
gravely shaking her head:
"Nay, I think I need have no fear,
You may come round a little Just a
little more Dick."
And then I had the advantage, for
my arm slipped round her waist so
that she could not run away, and with
the air of a master (us, ludecd, a man
Is when lie holds his love in his arms)
demanded that she should tell mo the
answer to the riddle.
"There was once," she began, ns If
she told some tale of the fairies, "a
poor girl who worked for her bread.
She was foster sister to one who could
have given her nil she needed, but In
her pride she would havo none of It.
Her only talent was In music, so she
joined n company of musicians, nud
boeauso none but men might play with
them in public places, she donned
man's attire. But It led her into sad
treble, for ono day a gallant gentle
man would have slain her bivause she
met box Bister trctly, that their
friendship might not lead to tho dis
covery of her disguise, ami because
that sister kissed her."
"But why did you not tell mo this
before?" I cried, amazed at tho story.
"Your words wore hard last night,
deserving puulshmout, and I thought
Cynthia pnused nnd looked up at
mo roguishly.
"Yes?" I Inquired, pressing her
closer to my side.
"I thought that if I wcro to have
you for n husbnnd, I had bast train
you to bo a good one." Harold Ohl-
son, In tho King.
SAVAGES AT FAIR AS SNOBS.
Soclnt Distinction Ainouir Untamed
TrlbcH of the riilltpplncn.
Tho Visnyan children nt tho World's
Fair openly snubbed their youthful
comrades of tho Philippine reserva
tion, tho Igorrotes, the Moros nnd tho
Negritos; nt tho model playgrounds
tho other nfternoon. Tho action of
tho Vlsayan jiivcnllo contingent was
tho sensation of tho Sunday outing
which Mrs. Ruth Hlrschlleld, tho hos
tess of tho playgrounds, gnvo to the
children of nil natiomv
The grown-up 'spectators watched
tho little drama with great interest,
but no one offered to Interfere, or patch
up u truce.
The Visayana camo
first to the
grounds. They took possession of :
row of swings nnd hammocks nnd
were having great sport. After n few
minutes In trooped tho linlf-nnkcd
Moros and Negrito boys. Insldo of
three minutes tho latter had full pos
session of the swings, as far ns tho
' ' I
.Vlsayann were concerned. Not n Vlsay
an child could get within fifty feet of
them. They simply turned up their
noses and walked away. Not n word
was exchanged.
It was tho old caste prejudice In the
Islands transplanted to America. At
homo n Vlsayan never mingles on
equal terms with nn Igorrotc or Mom,
much less a Negrito, who Is tho most
despised of all.
Two American boys who were on
the grounds brought out tho contrast
between democratic America and the
FUIpluo caste system. Tho two boys
played with tho Igoi rotes and the Ne
gritos alike, nnd had a jolly time.
There were fifteon nations represent
ed, and among the others there Boom
ed to be no drawing of tho color lino
But the Vlsnynna held uloof. Had
they done otherwise they would prob
ably had a whipping In storo when
they got back to their parcnta. St.
Louis Globe-Democrat.
HAD TO SHOW rttS WHISKERS.
Cleveland Mnti't Wife I.oclcol II tm Out
After Tlicy WcJc tSliorn.
When Herman Flick, a prosperous
grocer at Wilson nnd Payne avenues,
parted with his thlrty-five-year-olu
whiskers the other evening he almost
lost his home.
Flick lives at ICS Iloadlev street, nnd
iAs family Is grown up, for lie has seen
sixty years. For thirty-five years of
his time Flick nud his whiskers have
never parted. They were proud,
breezy, luxuriant whiskers, too, of the
Jerry Simpson alfalfa not tho com
mon garden variety. For years tho
customers of tho big grocery knew
the proprietor by his whiskers.
A lew neighbors dared Flick to
divorce those whiskers.
"You wouldn't dare!" said one.
"What do you bet I won't?" enid
Flick.
"Well, ?10."
"Where's tho money?"
The cash was made up and the party
went over to a barber shop. There
were a few snip-snips of the shears,
the scraping of a razor, and 1 ..ok a
face was whlskerless.
That night a smooth-faced, young-
looking man turned into the yard of
108 Iloadley street aud rang the bell.
The door opened cautiously and n wo
man looked out.
"What do you wunt?" Bho asked.
"I Want to come In."
"Who are you?"
"I am Herman. Don't you know
me?"
Bang went tho door, click went the
key In the lock.
Flick tried to argue. It was no use.
So lie ambled back, woke the barber,
gathered up the late crop of alfalfa,
and took It home. Passing It in at the
door, his wife was convinced nnd ad
mitted him. Cleveland Dispatch to
Chicago inter-Ocean.
A'l Ari'.uii"l I" Vuv.inoo.
Tes3 They eay if you walk down-
stalrs backward with a lighted candle
in your hand the first -man you meet
will be the one you marry. I'm golu
to try that on Hallowe'en
Jess So am I. It must bo done
the stroke of 8 o'clock.
Tess-Oh! You don't hnve to do It
at any particular hour.
Jess Yee. I do. I told Jack Han
som to call promptly at 8 o'clock.
Philadelphia Press.
Doctors seem to havo four guesses-
The liver, kidneys, stomach and hoart.
if they miss on all four, they can still
look wise nnd recommend a change of
climate.
What has become of the old faBhlon-
ed woman who wore a. nubia?
li wim tun iiiii iuii in hi' mm mi i iwinii'mwri miwij
Tho sounds omitted by telegraph nm
tolophono wires hare been a BUbJoo
or study by F, Bock, who claims t
havo made it possible to forecast loca
weather conditions one or moro day
nllp.'iil from flir hitrtinttitir. flhsini'vn.
tions are made at 11 a. m. nnd 0 p. tu4
Tho snail's sense of smell Imb been;
located In the horns bv some observe
ers, but authorities quite as good havo
regarded this conclusion as Incorrect!
M. Young, who has been making exj
pcrlmcuts to settlo the mutter, non-
claims to havo proven that tho Hnull'f
nose la distributed over tho ontM
body.
Tho now motor forgo of tho Unit
States army Is a vehicle Mfc feet Ion
drlvon by n 24 horsepower gasoline e
glue, nnd carrying oil for traveling 3G
miles at 10 to 12 miles an hour. It U-
fitted with a small mnculno shop;
blacksmith's shop nnd uaddlor'H 8hopl
whllo It carries spare parts likely to hi
needed by n light battery ou tho nmrcbl
An auxiliary cnglno ou one flldo opo
rntos n dynamo, lathe nnd grindstone!
Tho deplorable summer waste oi
cnl,tl ,,fo especially in crowded eltlcrt
cnlls for scientific attention. A recent
medical writer clalnm that tho ept
domic dlnrrhen that proves bo fatal
may bo avoided by tho following pre
cautions: (.1) Clean milk nipples. (2J
Clean towns, with effective sewn go ra
movnl tlU8t collection nnd disposal and'
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stroot watering. (3) Clean bomcs
with attention to food utensils, covori
lug food from dust and files, ami pec-
Bonal habits, and (4) destruction of ox
elusion of ltics. i
Tho brief onorationa of tho wirelosti.
telegraph sorvlco undertaken for tho!
London Times at the seat of tho Russo-J
Japanese war, and ended by tho ln-J-
terferenco of the Japaneae governs
.meat, throw much light on the delccH
tlvo powcrH of wireless tolcgrnphy. In
this case tho DoForcst fiyutcm wan em
ployed. Tho land station was at Wot
lmlwol, with a mast 170 foot high. The
mast on tho telegraph Bhlp was 00
feet high. Both Russian and .Mjpa-
nose mesBagcs were received b.i thu'
oporator, who could cattily root nlzo
tho difference in tho eyHtoms cm loy-
ed. Ho could tell if a Ruuslau shlu
was at sea by listening to tho am
swcrlng messagca from ahore. IIo
could nlRO loll whether tho Jnpruiosd
messages wcro transmitted from a rc
lay base, or whether Ihe lleot iisolt
was at Hon.
Tho question whether America o
Europe has tno swifter railroad t.-ilm
is ono tho answer to which varies frouj
time to tlmo with the progress o
events. According to a oompni'tami ol
schedules for this year, made by tho
Scientific American, the ISnglisli and
French trains are at present decidedly
Uhend of our own With tho exi'fitIo
tho Empire Stato I2xprt3. wiiivK
averages Hi. 5 miles an hour, and the
Twentieth Century Limited. (50 hilled
It appears that we have no trnlnn 'un
nlng long distances eomparal.U' In
speed with many In Er.'-!nnd aid
France. There are 35 Fremh iKilntf
scheduled to run at nn average :-,e('d
of 55 miles an hour or more, a. id Do
Fiiglish trains that ure equally last,
Our two fast tralnn, It Is true, go ii'iig
or dlstancofl nnd nro much heavier, but
they hnvo proportionally larger eu
gluca.
Suiuido with Comfort.
"Do you know the only Irish umiij
who ever committed suicide?" M'tedi
W. B. Pollard. "You know it Ik ald
that ii'Lshmon never commit su" 'de.
and when the argument, was advanced
In a crowd of that r.a;..;.i.il5ty I'.o wast
to unstrung that he decided to nlow
his opponents that Irishmen do some
times commit n rnt.h act. Ue accord
ingly disappeared, ami the man win
employed him ntarted a soavoh. Whiri,
ho got to tho barn he looked up toward
tho rafters and Saw his man hnnglimj
with a ropo around his waist.
"What ore you up to, Pat?" ho
asked.
"'Ol'm hanging moaelf, bogobs!' tlm
Irishman replied.
" 'Why don't you put it around y.fur
neck?'
" 'Faith, 01 did, but 01 eouliiiffc
braythe,' -was the unsmiling 'reply oL"
the man from tho F.mewld Isle."
Louisville Courler-Jourmil.
A GrntuLiotm Proti'Ht.
A Philadelphia commercial traveler,,
who was stranded In a Georgia village
sat on the porch of tho smnll Inn, pen
tlently awaiting tho anno'vieemout of
dinner. At noon, snys the Phllndelidila
Vv0S3) n rturlty w,v.,mi at tho doon
(Ul(l 1VU,B a blg n!Uul ooli,
immediately the "coon" dog. which
Immediately the "coon" dog.
hud beeai an!eep In t':e (sunshine,
awoke,, mined hla nose toward the skyi
and howled loud and dolorously.
The darky stopped rshnr the bell
and ssowled at the dog-
"Yo' shot trpl" he Vted. "Yo
don' hafta eat dls- dl.::irl 'Sides.,
whar'n yo' mounnhe, dawg?"
A great tleal oJf tlie u.endah'p otli
ers have for yov "i V the como-iuty
tlmo hmtnuou.