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About The American. (Omaha, Nebraska) 1891-1899 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 8, 1891)
THE AMERIC AN . DRtAMS. I draampd ! touil went tth ? l.t night, flaf I Whew not wkf ftomatrtvlat wnrd r at f ywttr Mutt hniW'l inf ngtr, and whan I A woks t tniot tnv tiettrt and brain Vfere smarting with the wrong unit pate, 1 drramnd your eyrs llue tender eyes looked wlill)', Mm nly, Into mint, And in tlio arvmiU of your vol IVm no conciliating sign, And yet 'tin nirntiK I do nrt know What 'twa that chafed mul vexad tn so. Forgive inn, level I had forfait; lrnm are an Iri'iu'licmm a our joys, And drpamtng, 1 rriiiiiul)cnil not That fop three yi'r your blessed vole Had silent ten. and ditltc white Had hid your sweet eyes from my lht. American Cultivator. DOMESTIC DISTURBANCE. Hani;, bang! "In Heaven's nam ha she gone doaf then, or has sh gone to tho P" And tho good man gave several blows from a lint as solid a a shlp'i mallet on tho wooden shutters of bin cabin. Open, I nay! Can you bo slooplng yet at thin hour of the day!" ho ex claimed, pressing his ear against the window, which organ wan a little deafened by age and the cutting winds of tho ocean, !ut ho could hoar only tho tlo-tao ol tho tall, old-fashioned clock and the flapping of tho magpie' wing, which, frightened by the nolso, Btruck the furniture an she hoppod across the room. Soon rom behind the bodge, brown ed by the frosts which 10 often lay like u lino covering of lacu over tho little garden, he hoard a sharp, broken voleo cry: "Iforo I am, my man, here lam!" A ruddy-faced woman In short skirts nntl a high whlto (tap which closely tlttod hot' tunned temples quickly ran 1th bare feet across tho rough pob Moh, and ulrnoHt out of breath, Blood by him. Ho turned like a whirl of rude wind, angrily throw down hit cap, and thundered out: . "Heaven and earth! Thin I the Way, then, that you keep tho house while i am slaving on tho rough son!" Then snatching from the good woman' hand a great runty key, with which Mho had been trying vainly to open the door, with one wrench of bin power ful linger lie turned tho lock and en tered hi domicile, ,ii seeing tin flreloHH hearth, the (food man Meslo crossed hi arum, and shaking with linger burled bin purple homo Jn IiIh thick, gray beard, mutter ing: "TIiIm I line! Thl 1 comforting! Fire out, No menu to have anything to warm one when coming In from cold rain and biting wind, Ono must go to bed with a cold stomach and soa-soiikod feet. All this becauHO the one whoso duty It I to keep your home ready for you liken bettor to run the streets and fdlo it with her neigh bor!" J'he good wife bent over tho cinder, blowing with all the strength of her inflated cheek, but never answering a word. "I am miro you were about to tart off on another chattering tour. What a tongue you huvo, to be mure! Ever wagging like tho tnll of a Huh In full swim, You'll Ioho It or wear It out Home day 1 hopo," Noon the kuttlo wa Hinging, and the wife net I ho blue-figured plate on tho table, Mill grumbling, the fisherman wit down, drew forth hi pocket-knife, cut a thick slice of dark broad, and drank off, oim after another, two good mug of cider, This repast of the morning after hi return from the Men, llll shiver ig with tho cold and fa tigue of h.r work, wa the bent hour of )ii home life, Jle prolonged Itas much a possible, spreading slowly some crumb of butter a thin n might be on hi slice of bread. It wa the moment when the chat ting of hi wifo amused him most. Aftr the long fluid ttf the night, the llfht g"(lttg to iil mind whet the lire wn to hi body, 'lie good men HmimumI silently to nil this chut without enlevement tf hi tunned fotitutv When sin had tinUhed, he would say in n calm voice, wlille pouring for he, a gliiM of cider: toine, now, that's enough for this morning. You'll bring on Ihe pip end low your tongue If you don't give It nut." That did not vex her, for she know Unit, in spite of hi silence or chafllng ,Ao reiilly liked to listen a much a silo liked to talk, and even admired her for it. Hut thl morning she was nggra Tilled by hi comparison to tho perpetual motion of a fish' tall. No, instead of sitting down 1o the table with him, sho sat by tho fire with her bowl of soup on hor knoo, giving him only tho pleasure of a back view. Tho warmth of tho fire and repast having chased away the bad humor from tho good man, he thought in his masculine egotism, that ho had only to speak in ordor to set the cur rent of spoeoh In its normal dlroctlon and acti vity. "Well, welL my woman, come! What ha boen the gossip thU morn ing?" Without a movement of her chair or a turn of her head, ahe re plied: ReallrP You seem as ourlout about neighborly affairs as I am. Go. then, and find out for yourself." Then, angrily, he replied: "Have you got tho pip, or have you tired your tonKueP SayP" If I have, I am going to be qulel in ordor to be oured or rested." That will need fifteen minutes or a half-hour," ho added, half mischiev ously and half angrily. "It will last until you take back what you said, or talk yourself." "Hood! You have sold your last word for a long time, thonl" And throwing tho bread acres the room into the open box ho went into the shed to mend hi nets. While working, he glanced from time to time into the room to mark any change in the good woman's mlon. Generally in her movement she talked either to him, tho cat or the bird, or hummed in her cracked voloo snatchos of the song of her younger days, From these premles tho good man concluded: "She can't hold hor tongue much longer, surely," Hut, to his groat astonish merit, she swept tho house, scoured tho table and tiled tho floor, punished the bird that had flown on tho bed, shelled the bonns and sat down to her knitting without opening her tight-set Hps. "Thunder find lightning! Hho is in an obstinate humor!" thought tho husband as tounded The morning passed thus in mutual, obstinate silence, each determined not to yield by speaking the first word. Hours of tho same obstinate silence followed, but at last the good in mi en tered the room. He can't bear it any longer; he's going to speak!" thought tho wife, de lighted at tho Idea of hor eouijucst. Hut instead of speaking, or even looking at her, ho went directly to the high cupboard. Mounting a footstool ho began to search carefully with the close attention of one who had lost something very precious. One by one ho brought down pile of sheet and towol, and placed them on the bed, dlwplaced tho odd and end of brle-o-brao accumulated during tholr thirty year of wedded, life, which formed a mosaic and precious picture from the past. There were bit of china bought at fair, foreign curiosities, by the sailor boy the e der son now sleeping forever in distant China; another blue box in, which wa carefully preserved the bridal veil of tho now aged woman, embroidered by hor youthful Angers. Tho husband examined each treasure most mlnu tely, stopping to contemplate each object. He soon attacked the second cupboard. Hi lf could nH help a fouling ef diMm banc t l!rU biih increased iltht anilely that mad hw follow his movonmnt with cle bu secret wat. h. fulm. A hl engcrncM In searching bociuite mot intenw ao her curiosity ni.:Muud it the iituportahl point What in the name of Heaven has he loslP It cannot be his knlfo, for he had H this morning in his hand. What can it l?" She continued to watoh hint In the hom that some gesture of hi would 'iilihton her, or in his irri tation that the name of the lost objeot would escape hi Hps. H. t with a perscverenco that one would fever have believed of him, he continued hi work until dark without even a whisper. With tho night came the tide and tho hour for departure, but he seemed all unconscious of tho call of duty. Having completely scrutinized every corner and object In the second oup. board, he lighted a candle, and setting tho cimdlo-stlck on the tile threw himself down and began to peer under tho bod. That wn too much for the poor woman's power of control. Her ob stinacy melted before the fire of her curiosity, and vanquished she asked: "What In all this world are you looking for. my man?" Jumping to his foot, ho burst into a hard laugh that shook the old hut and answered; "I often told you you'd loso or woar It out sonio day, but now that I've found It, take care of it for tho future. After all. Hain't worth while to lose one's " and being given to gesture, ho touched with hi thumb the tip of hi tongue, to indicate that of hi wife, tho use of which ho had missed so much during the long, long day.- Adapted from the French by Bally Hlnke. Tim Wild Mm of I'rrnlrr John, In the "Travail of Kdward Webbe," 10110, occur thl paragraph: "Jn the court of lYostor John there is a wild man, and another in tho high slreotof Constantinople, each having a dally allowance of one quarter of raw mut ton; and, when any man dleth for some notorious offence, then they aro allowed every day a quarter of a man's flush. Those men are chained fast, and all over their body they have long hnlr," Wfnt to hmw. A would-be suicide in Cincinnati, who left Instruction and the money for her burial with a 'rlend, didn't succeed with her rash act, and there upon demanded the return of the funeral money, Tho friend would on ly pay over a portion of the cash, so Instead of being a corpse she became the prosecutrix in a law suit which hsi just been decided in her favor, "COME HOME." The Atranif Klory of, I'lriiilom Trsl and Roll. ii Tin. It was fifteen years ago that three young men, Jlerinann Kckman, Henry jJcuii mid uiyscir, ullghted just at duilc from a northern bound train at the lit tie village of W , ays a writer in tho Hostotl f.lobo. Hermann was a physician, very plain-spoken and practical. Henry and myself wore more Bohemian, being, as we were, struggling iirtlst. await ing the slow step of fame and fortune. We were bound for the town of S , three mile dlstnnl, where we were to meet Homo , friend and while away a few day of October in duck shooting. After mulling some Inqulrlo wa found that the stage would wait for passenger on the southern-bound ex press, a matter of shout an hour, "Yon might lake tho old spur,' sug gestoa the agent, if you ain't afraid of the walk. It Js part of the old track down to the quarries, but it is straight 'n thore ain't boen any train on it these ten years." For a fow minute we walked in si lenoe, Hermann taking long pulls at kls elgar Ki4 wk-in I tig Wrb4 in tmxltiitiofl. It was a dutiful iilghK etear and little eoU!, The tn had wot yet risen, but the stars em tat bright that haidly ntUM the anrrn tittle ebl lady, huddenly a long, shrill whUtl sounded Just tsymid lh. ut which loomed on cither side of the track. Thought they didn't iisethl road," aid t. On tho main line, perhaps, "replied Henry. Another whistle nmiw atUL put his theory to rout, a moment later the head-light appeared in the end of the out. We stopped to one side and held on our hat, while with a roar the train swept by, followed by a cloud of dust. "Boys!" could that be Hermann's voloeP "Boy do you know what we've doneP" His face was pale, and llko a marble statue he stood pointing at the track. "Why, yes. Stepped off, didn't w He's got tho dlllrium tremendous," laughed tho indomitable Harry, fol lowing the direction of the doctor's finger. He knelt quickly and examined the traok; then raising a ghastly faoe to the starlight, he exclaimed in a husky whisper, "No rails!" Just then we heard again the long, melancholy whistle of the train, and from a distance it was repeated tremu lously by some belated echo. The silence of an October night in the middle of a railroad cut, surround ed by black, mysterious pine trees, with their gaunt, misshapen shadows, and the cold, cold star above, is not calculated to be very composing to the nerve, especially after seeing a phan tom train. The rank weed growing between the rotting sleepers seemed to snatch at my feel a 1 hurried on, and I re member giving a little gasp of horror as a careless bat, too eager in pursuit of his prey, flew against my sleeve. When we reached H , and, seated by a comfortable fire, related our ex perience, our friend were Inclined to laugh, thinking we were trying some practical , joke. But the 'next day came a telegram for Hermann, stating that his brother was dead, killed by the express the evening before, and ending with two pathetic little words. "Come home!" LUn Rtade uirortbl. Borcm Still living in Jersey, ehP Hustler Yes; I have no thought of coming book to the city, Borcm But it must be very incon venient, forty minute by train and flf toen by boat every day, and you've got to catch both right on tho minute. Hustler That's what I like about it. You see when people buttonhole me and get to talking, all I have to uo is to Jerk out my watoh, mutter some thing about train time and I get away without giving offence. SeeP Borcm Ha, ha! That's good. .That remind m of a little thing BaphesA wa telling last Hustler By the way, It's train time now. Ta-ta. Now York Weekly. Oni-n end rlui litriiea. "Do I believe In omens?" said a resident of Detroit. "Well, I don't know. I certainly believe in coinci dences. An acquaintance of mine who was interested In getting up a statu to a famous man came to my house to look at a picture and a plaster bust I happened to have. After ho had gone I picked up the book I had been read ing and bad nearly finished. You ca believe I was astonished when I came to its closing words: 'What is fameP A wretched picture and a worse bint" Putt I dictate an hour on hr memoir, pors ovr the typowrittnn inattar and thsn, a liko as not, tear It up, Sunnier Karris, of Tsnnessus, is td to the olilfxt living congrtsiiiAU, Ha was first eloctud in iHi'J at the aga of thirty en years.
