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About The Sioux County journal. (Harrison, Nebraska) 1888-1899 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 8, 1892)
A WHITE ROSE. It wm a beauiif ul garden s'gardeo la which on might aim oat lone one's Hit among the hairy sweetness of the htoaaomiag syringa buahea and the avenues of pink wygelia that wound irregularly here and there. It was a July day. A girl lay idly in a wide luxurious hammock, her bright bead on the soft tinted cushions, her deep brown eyes upraised to the whis pering leaves above. She looked the ideal of happy content as she lay there in pretty laziness, one slim hand drooping over the hammock s edge. A great Newfoundland dog lay on the grass beside tier as she swayed gently to and fro,- toying affectionately with the clog's great, noble head. tsometiases h would open his almost human eyes and look up at her silently, with happy couteut that matched her own . ' It was Tery pleasant t here. The bek she had been reading had dropped upon the grass and lay with crumpled leaves. A rosebud marked the place. Wilma Pierce, whose summers were spent at ber grandmothers quaint old country home, had come here a few days since, tired out in body and brain as only a young, hard working teacher can be. Already the soothing quiet of the love ly place had done her good, and the brightness of complexion and the lithe ness of form, which had been impaired by the year's hard work, were returning to ber. A silvery haired, sweet faced old lady came out of the wide hall door with a light wrap in her hand. She approached the hammock with anxious solicitude in her kind, old face. "Child, it is cool for thee here; thee must be more prudent with thyself." She wrapped the soft, gray shawl about the girl's shoulders with loving, motherly hands. Wilma looked up and smiled protestingly. "It isn't chilly, grandmamma, dear but I submit" She took the wrinkled old hand in ben and held it gently against her warm cheek. The old Quakeress bent her stately form and left a soft, swift kiss upon the girl's forhead. "I must go in, dear heart; thee bad beat fall asleep for a little if thee can." The soft gray gown swept away across the grass, and the wearer stopped beside the door to pull a sweet, white j rose that stretched temptingly toward , ber. . ' ! She went in, and the girl and her dumb companion were again alone. By and by she fell asleep. The roses at her bare, white throat rose and fell with gentle regularity as her breath came and went. It was a pretty picture. Ronald Mitchell, coming quietly across the garden, thought so as he caught sight of it, and paused involuntarily. The dog raised his great, shaggy head and looked a silent welcome from his There was no musical instrument ia the primitive Quaker household, but Wilma had-brought 4wrraiter wrtli.hw.-HtMj temj-raee,;aU tbotfgHt-of the projected read together in tbe old summer, house throusrh lone, lovelv afternoons, while arandmanima sat near witli her home ly knittiug work. They walked together in the great old fashioued garden and along tbe mur muring creeks, and sat idly ou the little rustic bridge, watching the rhythmic- flow of the waters and the minnows darting in the cool, dark depths below. It was an idyllic summer. Both were happy. One knew why it was; the other only half guessed it. Ronald Mitchell at 30 years had for tbe hrst rime felt his inmost heart stirred and thrilled by a woman's pres ence. ' Me loved her with all the un wanted strength of his perfect manhood with all the tenderness of a true man s first love. . , Y One evening he told her. Jhey were sitting toirether on a mossy log beside the creek. Wilma had thrown off her wide gar den bat, and tbe late rose in her dark hair gleamed whitely like a soft star in the dusk. What caprice seized the girl ? She listened to his eager words with averted face turned toward the dying sunset light. When he had linislied she did not an swer. "He takes too much for granted," she thought; "he is too masterful: he asks as though my leart was some light thing to which he had a right. I will teach him it is not." She rose and turned to go. He caught her hands and detained her. Wilma, are you not going to say a word? Are you then the coquette 1 al most thought you that tirst day ?" His words stung her. She tried to free herself, and the rose fell from her hair. He picked it up. "If you won't say anything, Wilma, give me this rose. Let it be a syasbol! of hope to me." She snatched it from his hand. "When 1 am ready to answer you," she said, "I will send it to you, and then she slipped away and hurried to ward the house. A spice of romance had always been part of her nature, Now as she flitted away she touched the senseless flower with lips that trembled. "I do love him 1 do love him'" she whispered, as she sped along the shadowy path through the garden. . Rut the girl's Willful heart was slow to yield. A week passed. Ronald Mitchell came not once to the farmhouse. Rebecca Northlield1 won-- dered at his absence, and looked search ingly at the quiet faced girl. One even ing she came into tbe quaint old room with its sloping roof and lattice window where Wilma sat reading. "I thought I'd tell .thee. Wiliua. that Ronald is going away to-morrow. He is tired, he said when I met him today, and needs a change. He does look worn. I wonder why he keeps away from us.' She looked keenly throsgh her gold to meet them wMi a glad surprise aad a liaht of calm contentment in her se- visit were banished, and the naif packed traveling bag lay forgotted on the floor at home Harriet Francene Crocker ia New York Ledger. Kxcitiug Chicken Stealing. Chicken thieves raided the henroost of a farmer near Belleville, X. Y, early the other morning. Just after the thieves got to work a heavy log in front of the coops dropped and exploded a big torpedo. The farmer was up and after the two thieves in a lew seconds. He chased them to the Second river. They jumped in and started to swim across, and he followed. ' In the middle of the stream he caught one of the men. The other swam back and hit him in the face. Stunned for a moment he re leased his man and sank. When he came to the surface lie had recovered from the blow, but the fugitives were beyond reach. Chewing Guin Seized. Several mouths ago a chewing gum factory at Cleveland, O., conceived the idea of making a new brand of gum, wrapping it in imitation $5 greenbacks and calling it "Greenback Chewing liam." It was put on the market and made a hit, large lots being sold. A government detective who chews gum bought a stick of the brand, and lie at once saw in the imitation 5 bill a violation of the statutes of the United States. He notified the treasury de partmeut at Washington of his dis covery, and this telegram was sent out to all the district secret service ollieers: 'Greenback Chewing Gum" has a wrapper that is a violation of section 5,430. Suppress it. Large seizures of the article were made and the sale stopped. CliMUsrin the ''Big Dipper." One of tiie most notable examples of the constant and yet almost imper ceptible changes taking place in the heavens is to be found in the motion of the seven . bright stars collectively kuowu is the big dipper. Huggins, the noted astronomer, is now engaged in proving that live of these stars are moving in the same direction, while the other two are moving in a direction directly opposite. 1'rof. l'lamraarion has reduced Huggi'iis' calculations to a system, arranging them upon charts. These ingeniously constructed heavenly outlines show that 100,000 years ago .the "Dipper", stars .were arranged in the outline of a large and irregular sha)ed cross; and that 100,000 years hence they will have assumed the form of an elongated diamond, stretching over three or four time3 the extent of sky now occupied. St. Louis Republic. t i . i i f.;n.i,. gtUWU tics. lurj ncio uiuiumiiu . - . Ronald, the young farmer, and Rebecca J rimmd 8t tue Northfleld's dog Don. The young man stood breathless a moment looking at the sleeper, then with a softer light in his bhie eyes and a wanner tinge on his smooth shaven cheek he went on towardihe house. He entered with the familiarity of a well known and welcome friend, and sat down easily in a big, antiquated rock ing chair. Rebecca Nortufyld came into the room, her old face alight with welcome. She came and laid her small hand on his shoulder. "Ronald," she said, "my grandchild, Wilma Pierce, is come. Perhaps it is not news to thee ? She is a good child, Wilma is, but 1 fear she loves the world too welL There is little of the Quaker about her, Ronald." He smiled. "I saw her when I came through the garden just now. She is unlike you in her dress, but her face ha a likeness to yours." They sat together m the qaiet room and talked a little while. All at once a shadow fell across the bare, white floor and they both looked up. Wilma stood in tbe wide doorway, her face a little flushed with sleep, her eyes dewy Hire a child's after a refreshing slumber. She held a yellow rose in her hand. "Grandmamma," she said, all uncon scious of a stranger's presence, as she looked half sleepily at the flower; "grandmamma, what, a lovely rose! Just see how" "Wilms," the calm, sweet voice inter rupted her, "come here. This is Ronald Mitchell, the son of my old friend and schoolmate, Eunice Sand." Wilma advanced a little and held out ber hand frankly, but when she met the intense gaze a: the clear blue eyes above her a shy look came into Iter own and aba withdrew her hand. Ronald, watchlhg her, wondered if ber grandmother's remark about her had implied that she was a bit of a coquette. She leaned orer the old 'lady's high backed chair and fastened the rich rose In the silvery white wares of ber beauti ful hair. And then she went away, with a murmured word of excuse, leaving be hind her a scent of roses and a remem brance of a fair, fresh young face rising fiowtrlfke above ber pale blue gown. That was their first meeting. All uMoar tbe young fanner cam and frant at his own will and lielped to make tlaoUaisce pleasant Ttm ant to-ether in tbe gardes. I don't know, grandmamma. I'm sure, lie does act strangely of late. Will he stay away long, do you think?" "A month,' he said," sheaNfeiVered. The girl drew a quick breath. "A month," she thought. "In a month I shall be back iii school." "-' 1 Ier heart beat quickly. A fter a while' she took a little box from ber bureau, and went down stairs and out into the garden. She called to Don and wandered down to the mossy log beside the creek. She had been here every day si nee that time a week ago. She sat down on the log, and Don sat down beside her, looking gravely at the running stream. She drew a little folded note from the box in her hand and opened it. "Come to me," it said, and then iu delicate tracery her name, "Wilma." That was all. The girl's eyes shone half mischievous ly as he fastened the tiny box to Don's silver collar with a bit of ribbon, and a bright color glowed in her cheeks.- Then she folded her small hands to gether and looked seriously into the dog's great, noble eyes. "Good old Don," she said, "take it to Ronald to Ronald -do you under stand':" He looked up intelligently into her face and trotted off sedately. Ronald Mitchell was in his room alone. One by one such articles as were necessary were being packed into his traveling bag. A sudden patter on the stairs arrested his attention, and the next moment a familiar black head was thrust thiough the half opened doorway. "Why, Don, old fellow! Come to say good-by? What's this?" He unfastened tbe little box and opened it When he had unfolded the slip of paper and found the withered white rose ae sprang to his feet Then, to Don's amazement, he bounded down tbe stain and tut into the summer twilight, the grave dog following at his heels. lie found tier on the mossy log beside the creek, looking expectantly toward him with the shy, sweet glow of love in ber dark eyes and on her face. Only Don was the witness of that meeting, but when a little later the happy lovers wandered up the sweetly scented garden, cool, and shadowy In 'the gtoNiniii" grandmamma came A Dry (ioori Clerk Doctor. The big medical men of Vienna have just been thrown into a panic by the discovery that for sixteen months they have beeu allowing a young dry goods clerk to treat patients in the large city hospital. The clerk's name is Patrouer. lie got his position , in the hospital by means of forged diplomas. During the day he sold thread and ribbons, and at night he made the round of his ward. He had never studied medicine, and is therefore supposed to' be responsible for any number of deaths. Tbe swindle was discovered in consequence of his arrest for forgery and embezllement in his dry goods business. He is in jaiL Paris Letter. Cirrus Men Smoke Good Cigars. I shall probably sell a box of imported cigars the day Forpaugh's circus strikes Le w ist on. Forepaugh's and Rarnum's men always smoke the best imported cigar they can get when in this city. Two for sixty cents always hits 'em. In the winter, when there are plenty of theatres and operas in the city, we al ways have a big trade on imported goods with star actors and singers. The Key West trade has been picking up very , fast lately. The local trade in these goods is way ahead of the im ported business. Key West goods run all'theTway from $00 to $100 a thousand.- Interview in Lewiston Journal Of Course She Regretted it. On one of qar suburban streets re sides a lady who has a passionate fond ness for plants and flowers, and many of these can be seen In the windows which almost overhang the sidewalk Sunday evening I happened to be stroll ing along the street in question, and noticed that the gentleman preceding me wore an almost su; ematuraJly brill iant me. as lie pas:icd Mrs. V ' bouse one of the windows happened to be up and a present pla t was dis lodged. The flower pot was attracted by the shiny tile, and lit on it with a resounding thump, that sounds so fun ny When it's some other fellow's hat and so sad when it's your own. The gentleman under the crushed stove pipe ejaculated some words certainly not from the book under his arm, and passed on. Soon Mrs. F rushed out and said: "It's too bad-th. geranium I had."-Bangot double News. KlaSljr Carter. Somervllle Journal; "Ted "Msy 1 boiTow your umbrella this afternoon, Xed-'-Yss; unless it Is going to rain: WAS IT A SACRIFICE . John Griffith, a rich English manu facturer, sat in a room in his elegant mansion one day inautuma. Tojudge by his face, his reflections were of au agreeable nature. "The prospect is, he said to himself, "that my income for the present year reach fifteen thousand pounus. will reacn ni-u w. That is a tidy sum for one who started as a poor bov. And I am not so oiu, either. Just turned of sixty! There is more than one noblemau in the king dom that would be glad of John Grif fith's income. My Katy will haTe a rich dowry." He was interrupted here by the en trance of a servant. "Mr. Griffith," he said, "there are three men below who would like to see you." "Three men?" "Yes, sir. ' They are not gentlemen," said the servant, who understood the question. "They are men from the mill, I'm thinking." "Verj well; show them up." It was a holiday and the works were not in operation, so that the operatives were off work. Then was heard the tramp of heavy boots on the staircase and presently en tered three men, whose dress and ap pearance indicated clearly that they be longed to the class who are doomed to earn their daily bread by hard and un remitting labor. "What is your business with me, my men''' asked ' Mr. Griflith, rising, and surveying them with interest. "Are you employed in the mill?" 'Yes, sir, said the foremost, Hugh Roberts; "yes, Mr. Griffith, sir, we are employed in the mill, and it's about that we've come to see you." "Very well." said John Griffith, re suming his seat, "speak on, whatever you have to say to me." "It's this. Mr. Griffith, sir, and I hope you won't be offended at what I say. Ws came here to humbly beg that you would be pleased to raise our wages." "To raise your wages!" exclaimed Mr Griffith iu a displeased tone. "Yes, sir. I hojie you won't be of fended." "Don't I give as high wages as are paid in other mills?', "Mayhap you do, sir; but it's very hard to get along on three shillings a day." "But if I should pay higher wages than others they could undersell me in the market." j "I don't, know Kir hut I tliinlr should work 'more cheerful and do more in a day if we felt that we had a little more to live on, so that the wife and children needn't have to pinch and go hungry." These words were uttered in a manly and straightforward tone, and there was not a little pathos in them, but it seemed lost upon Mr. Griflith. "It'soalysixpense more a day we ask. sir," said Hugh Roberts pleadingly. Mr. Griffith made a mental calcula tion. He had three hundred men in his employ. He found that sixpence a day additional weuld make a sum total dur ing the ; year of over two" thousand" pounds. This reflection hardened his heart against the applicants. "o, be , said, "your., request is un reasonable; I cannot accede to it." But, sir," said Hugh Roberts, "think what it ia to support a family on three shillings a day. "It is hard, no doubl," said Mr. Grif nth; "but J cannot afford to make the advance you desire." Then you refuse, sir?" 'I do. If you can do anv better of course I won't prevent your bettering yourselves. "We can't do better, sir," said Hugh, bitterly, crushing his hat between his toil hardened fingers. We have no other way to live, except to work for you and take what you are pleased to pay. "Think it over, my men," said Mr Griflith more good Immorally, for he had carried bis point, "and you will see that I can't pay more than other maim, facturers. I've no doubt your wives and children will earn something to help you along." The three men departed with sad faces, looking as if life were a weary struggle, with little to cheer it. Scarcely had they left the room when Katy Griffith entered. Born when her father was compara tively late in life, she was his darling and the light of his existence. It was for her that he wished to become very rich, that he might make her a matth for the highest, as he was wont to ex press it. "They will overlook old John Griffith's pedigree," he said to himself, "if hi, daughter has a good hundred thousand pounds to her dowry." Katy entered, a bright eved. attrac tire girl of 15, of whom" her-father might well be proud 0"Wm MiA her lather, smiling fondly upon her "I'm always well," .be Mid ,ightl "hot papa, who were those poor men Oat I met on tbe stairs? Had you been coldlngthemr "What makes you ask, Katy ?" "Because the looked so sud and dis couraged." "tto they?" asked Mr. Griffith, with iwyuHf; compunction I SB, all that, The were men from tbe mill, Katy. u mi .ht AA thav come for? Do AUU wee" w m you tell them about the work V "Xo; tbe overseer does that" "Then what did they come for Vu are very curious, my darling. "That isn't telling me. papa "said tbe min lady persistently. "Then, if you must know, it was to ask for higher wages. Of course you gave it" "Of course I didnt. Why should I '. 4.i!. th need it. How much do they get now?" "Three shillings a day." "Only three shillings a day!" ex Maimed Katy, "and have to support their families out of that ?" "Yes." O papa, how can you pay them such mean wages ? "I pay as high wages as other manu facturers." said her lather. . "But they can't live on threeshillitigs dar Door men. How much more did they ask for?" "Sixpence a day." "Only sixpence a day. and you re fused?'' said Katy reproachfully. "I!ut consider, my dear, on all my workmen it would amount to more than two thousand pounds a year." "And how much do you make in a year, papa?" "1 his year," said Mr. Griffith, proud ly. "I think I shall make nearly fifteen thousand pounds." "You don't surely spend papa .' Xot more than tour mousana Kunds." "And the rest ? "I lay up for my Katy." "Then," said Katy, -as it is to be mine, pay the men a shilling more a day. There'll be enough left for me. I shouldn't enjoy money that was taken from so many poor people. Think, papa, how much good the extra shilling would do to your poor men, and how little difference it would make to me. I shall be as rich as I want to be. Come, papa, you were once poor yourself. You should pity the poor." At these words Mr. Griffith recalled the difficult struggle he had early in life and the selfishness of his present treatment of his poor operatives struck him forcibly. His owu heart joined with his daughter. "Are you in earnest. Katy. in what you say?" he asked. "Surely, papa." "If I do what yon ask it will make a considerable difference in your fortune." Rut I shall feel so happy when , J think 'that the men are mors comfort able. Won't you do it, papa?" Yes, Katy," said her father: "I will do as you say. Other manufacturers will think I have gone insane, but if I please my Katy I will not care," "I love you better than ever now. papa," and the warm hearted girl threw her arms round her father's neck. A servant was sent to Hugh Roberts' cottage to bid him come to the great house. He was sitting in moody silence in his poor cabin, which was pervaded by a general air of want and discomfort. He did not understand the summons, but thought he v might be going to re ceive his discbarge in return for his bold request. Again be was ushered into the presence of his employer. - "I have been think'iiig'jk your request, my man," said Mr. Griffith in a kind tone, "and though I doubt whether any other manufacturer would grant it I have made up my mind to do it." "Bless you, sir," said Hugh Roberta, his face lighting up. "Heaven will re ward you. Then we shall have three shillings and sixpence hereafter?" "You shall have four shillings." row shillings? Are you really in earnest sir ? "Truly so. The overseer shall receive my instructions tomorrow." the workman burst into tears, but they were tears of joy. "I he men will bless you." he said, smiling, and the words had a pleasant sound for Mr. Griffith. A hearty blesa- mg is not to be despised. it was found on experimarit that the profits of the busiw.s were but little affected by the increased wages, for the men now worked with a hearty good will which enabled them to accomplish more work in a day, so that Katy's sac rifice will be less than was supposed. Every day she rejoices over the addi tional comfort secured by the extra shilling paid at her instigation. -Hora tio Alger, Jr., in Yankee Blade. Why Hhemid a '""J Ulsii r Tkent lp " f is said te auguraiea a custom iu meets st her afternnnt, .. . n r ungloved hands, although evening costume. It muv h tlia 1. , iure it soru conviction ana Duron i .k: may not. But why should t hvujcu wear Bioves i;k dress? Mark the inconsistent- nvk anil hAnll.M - . ...iuW, 9 ami upprf ir, vi me mwer arms froj. 10 wnsi ciueeiy cased in utd( woman's arm is beautiful it it luingmaownio the tanerin. tips. And why should she CJ luneruauoi II into a C0Vr several sizes too small, and th forms the delicate, shapely iJ ner nanus mio tne seniblir,,. siuneu pin-cushion ? Some women's hands, like irj men s iaces, are not fair to look To these, no doubt, gloves are faction. Hut if a womau'i hti preuy, ana she knows it -as of she will -why shouldn't she hJ candor to confess to that ktJ by leaving her hands ungloved i ue rurr once suew a young girl whose hands were most exquisite in curve id and who never gloved them the street, save iu severe When asked once for the mm departure from the ordinary v plied with fearless franknesi. cause my band are pretty, j T .............. f ..L , , cram them into gloves a- otbw J do, but as they are, 1 keep tbra just because 1 like to look attbeaj because I really do feel that I no more right to mar tbe btu my hands by putting gloves on a would have to mar the Vemu w by putting a skirt upon her. 4 and 1 papa! and I heard one of them If be were tired of living." Some t'mtljr Woodwork. An interesting relic is the wood work of the boudoir of Louise de la Valliere wall panels, dado, celling and doors, all painted a soft cream white and adorned with paintings of cupids and roses and fluttering blue ribbons, relieved with S 1 .S At - ugm arabesques or gold. These have been set up and put in place, so that tbe effect of the dainty little room can be fully appreciated. The panels for the walls of another boudoir, of tbe reign of L.ouls XV, were in pale pink satin, em broidered with the floe silk cord celled cordonneret, with garlands of flowers mingled with birds and butterflies, the work being so beautifully executed as to resemble a water color drawing in iU grace and finish. This set is valued. If I remember rightly, at fl.OOO.-l'aris necessity." Miter. "Why It A Very Old rwpaptr. Tbe oldest paper published c English language, except Th Gazette, is the I.lyod's List, whirtf its tirst appearance in a dingy London coffee house in 18P2. Tsf no paper more generally read bj iters and marine merchant! tbi Lloyd's, and yet few of itj know its remarkable history, or the great commercial builnejj thl grown up with it. About 1875 there was 1 coffee I in'Tower street, London, kept ; Kdward Llvod. wlieras knot of chants eat hered at noon to disci business and gossip owttb thresf ins Romanism of Jat&et II. It this small beginning has grown iu of the greates and most powerful i mercial organizations in the worHJ the least importaut feature of is an intelligence department, for wideness of range and tic wfirkiim has no Darallel in the M - r - of private enterprise. As early as 1 The Loota zette contained a flattering dm Lloyd's shop, and four years lets proprietor, who seemed to hare tt rousing good business man, nwttl establishment to Lombard stw the center of London's weiMj influential merchant popular. astute coffee house proprietor ( time began the publisbnient 1 Xews, a weekly paper filled tw mercial and shippiug iuformw it became very popular m seventeen century men of t subsequently changed its Lloyd's List, and ever since has enjoyed an uninterrupted tion. Throughout the greater pa Eighteenth century Llojd i most popular place known to merchants and underwriters. himself probably died in the of tbe century, but his nan oaner had iueflaceablv business of that time, as it of the present day. Lomkri business of marine insurant existence to the printed form issued by the Llyod A si Underwriters, an association l I ...... I. .. nmr ftf! never oeen ii"'i "-j than that of the poor but po house proprietor and editor. sunerstrticttire of marine ' rests uoon The List. WBf' hu mhr the coflecu" tion and diffusion ol ever? wr tu1li.M.t... Mnct t" isijaWW. WW via Xew York Times. I.Utl.rU. Wllh-nt U hmith, Gray & M MonW ing on the beacli ai nrj turn Irishmen who were observatory, w hich, after the centennial, was f0J Philadelphia and let P "Oh, Jemmy," said tne mgn tbingr i.,t, "Xlver mind the lirf?p" onto the length av It'-" nra.. 0( "Is necessity the ' tion?" i. i. ii to be, ,,, "WelL then, I " Th man m-kn t... . . . . . . ....It knO ui """-!" opinion oi in itw. -.kjy. himself don't know himself. ita9m.-tt2l.