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The Sioux County Journal VOLUME VII. IIAKKISON, NEBRASKA, TIIUKSDAY, MARCH 28, 1895. NUMBER 29. 3 li a THE SKATERS. Tb moon her evening fire has kindled bright. And scores of akater glide upon the face Of water masked, and silvery pathway trace Along the 8Hir of health and pure delight. The song of lad and lasses glad the night, Wboae aching temple echoes in far apace Each shout of victory, In merry race. And pleasure gives young hearts fresh wings of flight The ateel shoes ring on the enameled lake; Their music leads my thoughts to long When warm and rosy tints of Joy would break Upon and cheer the heart 'oesth sor row's snow; Tet new there follows in hope's welcome wake The swift swing of memory's afterglow. Boston Journal. MIRANDA ran Intothemcadow, laughing. The grassy slope shelved down Into the valley, where the wood lay black and still. Daffodil nodded and cowslips bowed &h she passed upon her way. A lark got up and roK Ringing to heaven. Khe MM?d out of the meadow and Into j the 8iinll(ht, and the sound of her A. young laughter floated down the val ji" i ley; echoes Joined It there, ind the lit- tie ravine gurgled with merriment i Miranda stopped, with her chin In the air, and listened. Was It nil the echo of her own delight, or was It something more? The ppal of her mockery died Into the somber copse, and out of It, fresh and clear, a voice trilled merrily on Its upward way. Miranda stood and waited. He came up the bank of wild flow ers, his fact' bright with the love of life and laughter, and at tho sight of her lie paused. The two faced each other for a while in silence, and then a smile ran round Mlranda'sllps.andtheyoung man's eyes sparkled with merriment "I took your laughter for a signal," said he, making his beaming saluta tions; "but I reckoned little upon so charming an assignation." "It was but a signal to the spring, sir," says she, with a dainty bow. "Nay," he replied; "I make no such distinctions between tha seasons. I laugh the whole year through; It Is the manner of tho wise. You will perceive ray Jocund humor, fair mistress. Re lieve me, It's not the whim of an hour contrived by the guiles of a spring morning, but a rory settled disposition of the mind. I am broad based upon gayety." "Ah! to be gay!" cried Miranda; "to be gay Is to live!" "Ufa Is at our feet," said tha merry youth. "I take an Infinite pleasure In Its complexities. Believe me, noth ing should matter, save tho twinkling of an eyo or the dimpling' of a cheek." "You are right," said Miranda, smil ing. "How can ons have enough of laughter?" "Wo are of one mind," he answered pleasantly. "Lot us get Into our corner and lie merry together." "Why not?' said Miranda. "Why not?" "There are 10,000 pleasure In this Illy world," he went on, "and, for my self, I have not yet exhausted the tenth part of them. Count my years, then, and make three score and ton the divi dend, and what remains? Pack thcin Into the hours ever so neatly, and you will not exhaust the store. And that Is why I am a spendthrift of pleas ures. I eke not out my delights. I would bum twenty In a straw hat out of sheer caprice and toss a dozen to the ducks upon the lake for pity." "Yes, yes," agreed Miranda. "Time," he continued with fine acorn, I) "limn baa discovered us a conspiracy of ages to enthrone this melancholy. But we are do traitor to our rightful being, you and I, and we will clap a crown upon the bead of Laughter, and lay tho usurper by the heels In hli proper dungeon." "He were better there," replied Mi randa thoughtfully. "There la never a car,'' be assumed, -"ops which we may not trample, sot trouble asay ot forgot What a fool ha who would aans hla sorrow ana art bary It la tha assastt gtavwr ; ...M ' !. II. I l i't 'i 'iHl lll J .: .!.. J.I IV,". .IV ' 1 ' "What a fool!" murmured Miranda dreamily. "Should one lose a friend, a fig for friendship!" quoth he. "Does one cast a lover, a snap for a hundred lovers! What has lieen remains, and what Is shall lie." Miranda said nothing. "Subtract love from life," said the young man, "and love remains I would have the world know that love Is a pleasant cipher, an amiable and entertaining mood, and that lifo Is left when love Is lost There Is no love. It were more truly writ In the plural and spelled with a small letter." Miranda turned upon him swiftly. "Fie! fie!" she cried, and the light Dash ed In her eyes. "I know nothing of this love, but I dare swear there be things that matter. Take these from life and what will rest over? Is there not sor row, and Is there not pain? I know nothing of these I am too young to the world. Hut there they stand, sir, Importuning at our doors with out stretched arms, and one has only to lift the latch to let them In. You would deny the very pulse of human nature when you Ignore these evils. Y'ou would forswear the very weakness which l as composed for you your seutlm'-nts." Iu the excitement of her retort Mi randa's face flushed and grew bright Wide-eyed, the young man stared at her and forgot to laugh, and when she bad done his head dropped and he sighed. "Ah," she said, "you sigh. Y'ou your self have felt and suffered. You have iM'lied yourself! You sigh. There are facts In life even for sighs.' " 'Tis true," he answered, softly, "yet I Blglieil for pleasure." "What pleasure?" she asked, curi ously. "Or It may be hope," he added. He looked at her, and his faze was mild anil wistful. She regarded him In perplexl, and then a wild llusb took her In the cheek and throat. "Pooh! pooh!" she cried, and turned off, plucking at the hawthorn bush. The white may smell rank, but strange and soothing; the petals shivered and fell. Miranda's heart beat on, wondering. Something clapped at Its doors again and again. Would she open? What waa this Impatient visitor that plead ed so for entrance? She had so little knowledge; she was but newly arrived upon the world. Her emotions were still strangers to her; she was a pilgrim still among her new sensations. (Might she to open? Nay, to stay so and won der was purely pleasantest One day she would throw wldo the door ami look. Hut now It was sweet to feel that hand upon the knocker, thatclutch ing at the latch, and lie trembling with in lu feigned Insecurity. She turned and faced him. Straightway the clamor ceased, and In her heart was silence. She looked him coldly In the face. "You smile for love?" she asked. "Yes, dear," said be, "and for the thought of you." "Oh, you take me too lightly," she broke out. "You do not guess what a solemn thing this love may be. You flutter Into a thousand follies on tho scantest reflection. You will dance, and you will play, and you will Jlngl.v Janglo through your holiday world without a thought for anything but pirouettes and Jigs and whirligigs of laughter, up most sonorous of sacred sorrows may sound In your ears and wake uo echo but a gape within your heart And you would put me upon that dead plane of ribald merriment with yourself? I will laugh with you. Yea; I will go beg of you for jests In my Jocund seasons. I am willing to shriek over yonr whimsicalities at my own pleasure. In my serene unthink ing moments I will be content to ex change humors with you, and to vow life were void and dull were not such as you at my back. But when I've opened my chamber and fastened tho door upon myself, my soul and I shall bo alone together, and I will weep, and pity, and repent, and ache out my heart with sorrows In which you can have no lot I am young, but I have an Inkling of what the world may mean." "Tho world," said he, "means happi ness." 'The world," she retorted, "means tears, and bitter wringing of the hands. Have I not heard of death, and have I not sen pain? You think nie gay, yot how long shall I keep this gayety In my heart? I go round upon the wheel. It turns and changes. What shall befall to-morrow that I shall not weep to-day? You would pluck me with no greater consideration than you would pick a flower from Its stalk wherewith lo deck your coat. Should It wither or fall adust, another will serve until the coming of the wine. Look you, yon will sigh and weep for love, and your sighs will be smiles, and your tears will be laughter. Forthright your heart Is singing like a lark. Yours! yours I the shallowest of paltry passions." "I would do much for you," said he. . "Give me your dlmplea," cried Mi randa, "and so to the churchyard with a wry face?" "Even that," he answered, nodding. "Bab!" aald she, "you will not con tain your face lugubriously for Are minutes by tha clock. Though you hall remember to be sober for two sentences, at th third you will be whistling, and tba fourth win find yon holding your aid" Hs morsd a stay toward bar. ' "And If I should dls far youf" ba plaaaJBglr. " ' Miranda gasped. She contemplated his face with uncertainty. His eyei rfiione with the dew of tears; his hands trembled. It was the corner of hit mouth betrayed him. Miranda burst into laughter. "You!" she cried. "You! Why, you would forget my coffin as It passed, and the color of my face ere my back was upon you. See here," she said. "I will give you to the hedge for misery; but I swear you will take the lane as Jaun tily as an hour since. (Jet you gone, my merry man, and come again to dis pute with me In an Idle humor. Flel fie! to think on you and death In th same company!" He sighed and turned away. "You have the smallest heart of any maid I know," he said, shaking nil head. "The better for my laughter," laugh ed Miranda. He moved across the meadow, hit head hanging, his eyes downcast, bta stick dragging among the daisies. Mi randa stared after him, her lips parted In amusement He climbed the stile, and, stopping on the topmost step, turned to her again. "I have at least one solace," he called across the meadow. "I shall forget your fickle face by night." Miranda's laughter touched the skies and ceased. Her face fell thoughtful; she sighed and shrugged her shoulder. BILLIONS OF DAMASK BUtfe. Vast Numbers Gathered Every Teal to Make Attar of Rosea. Since the emancipation of the Balkan provinces the manufacture of attar of roses has become a great Industry In Bulgaria, and has been taken up on a large scale in Germany, says London Public Opinion. Ve have all been ac customed to connect the fabrication of attar of roses with Persia and Syria, and even now India and Constanti nople furnish probably the largest mar kets for It; but, although the art of making it was discovered In Persia, the nianuf icture has nearly or quite died out and the center of the business Is now Hit! country about Ka.anllk, on the south slope of tho Balkans, close to the Shlpka, or Wild Rose Pass, famous In the history of the Russo- Turklsh war. Tho rose-growing bolt Is situated at an average altitude of 1,0(10 feet above the sea, ind extends to a length of about seventy miles, with an average breadth of ten miles. On this ground are produced annually from fj.ooo.oon to 6,000,000 rose blos soms. The number of varieties cultivated 1 very small. Ninety per cent of all the blossoms are taken from a bushv va riety of the rosa Damascus, or damask rose, known to our gardeners mainly as the ancestor from which the infinite variety of hybrid perpetual roses de rive a large part of their blood. Of the remaining 10 per cent, a part are gathered from the white musk rose, which is frequently planted as a hedge around the fields of pink Dumascena, while the rest are furnished by a dark red variety of Damaacna. Other sorts of roses have been tried, but some yield no attar at all and others give an essence having the perfume of vio lets or pineapples, or hyacinth, rather than of roses. An American Custom. Of course, If you walk on Chestnut street and take notice as you go along all people should have observing eyes you will see men stopping to com pare their watches with the chronom eter In tho Jewelers' windows. And If you have traveled abroad I venture to say you never saw a foreigner so comparing the tlmo of his watch. The fact Is this Is a custom peculiar ly American. We place more value on time here our minutes are precious wo are so busy, so eager In the race for wealth time Is Indued monay with us. A friend of mine who goes abroad every season was chatting about this matter to me and said: "Do you know that the Amaricans buy the most expensive watches? Last July I was talking to one of the most celebrated watchmakers In all Kurope on tills very subject, and I was sur prised to hear him ay that his best watches the most expensive make, re ponters and the like were mostly sold In the American market. He said, too, that foreigners do not care for such correct time as tho Americans. If their watches are a few minutes too fast or too slow It does not concern thorn. "I was myself Impressed with the truth of these remarks by tho watch maker, when, a fow days afterward, I was In a railroad station In Paris and saw two public clocks four min utes apart! Another time I set my watch by one public clock In London, and the next day found by another public clock In the same city, only a dozen blocks away, that my watch was Ix minutes slow by that clock I Yes; you may be sure that the Americana are the only nation who care for the exact time." Philadelphia Call. The hen la a cheerful biped. She will ait unruffled on a china egg for three succsssIts weeks and then come out In to tha barnyard and serenely Inform tha fanner he needs a hair cot Adams Freeman. "Doss your nnde ram am bar yon la making bla wtlir Charlie "Ha moat ban, for thara It ho dmbOoo of say mom In lt"-kteafo tatar Oaaaav EVERYBODY loves a lover, I suppose, but I confess my inabil ity to become enthusiastic over the Gould-Castellane wedding. For, while Miss Anna Gould had a perfect right to marry whomsoever she chose, It does seem to the dispassionate on looker that she might have chosen more appropriately, or, at least, more patriotically than she did. If hers had been an exceptional case, of American money searching out for eign nobility and titles, the common people of this country might well be disposed to throw up their hats In hon or of the conquest hoping that the en grafting of American stock upon the puissant line of nobles In the Old World might give to a portion of Europe some of that energy, alertness and enter prise which characterize our own di vision of the earth. But the union of money here with ti tles abroad has become of frequent and exasperating occurrence. The Duchess of Marlborough, Lady Churchill and a hundred other American women have within recent years carried tbelr wealth to the titular market and sailed away to an unknown and problemati cal life In strange lands. They certain ly have the courage of their ambitions, but, after all, It seems to a majority of people very like swapping a birthright for a mess of jxttage. And It rarely results In happiness. That's the worst of It American women are born free and reared in un atmos phere of personal liberty which they annot find elsewhere. Moveover, they have a very practical, straightforward idea of the mutual duties and rights of married life which are not always re alized In a society somewhat gilded, but morally run down at the heels. It would be unreasonable to say that high society In Paris, London, Berlin or Vienna is any worse than that of New York, Chicago or St. Louis; but the con ditions are certainly different in a re spect which does not tend to render hapy the life of an American-born young woman who becomes a part of it Hence the conclusion is irresisti ble to the writer that the woman of thiB country who best consults her own In terests will keep her wealth and love and treasures on this side of the Atlan tic. Lingerie of the Tailor-Made Girl. The young woman of the period wears pajamas. They are of silk or line flan nel, as her taste and her purse may di rect Sometimes they are of solid 111 PAJAatAf ASP XIOHTB0B1. colon, bat more oftao of tripod ma terial. Tbay an vary different from tha ratomlaooa white eaafacdoa aha baa been In the habit of wearing, and even In the mere color they are distinctly less charming than the snowy linen which the ladies of the old school claimed to be the first requisite of a gentlewoman's wardrobe. But then that saying orig inated before the days of the gentle manly girl. Tho young woman whose daring ceases before she reaches pajamas, but who has longings for something else than frills and furbelows, compromises on a shapeless saeque-llke concern pat terned after a man's night-shirt Khe tries to delude herself Into the belief that the straight collar is "neater" than the old-time ruffle opening over a V. She tries to think that she prefers plaits down the front of her garments to Jabots, and that tiny studs fastening her night dress are more to her mind than ribbon bows. Perhaps she succeeds.- But she will surely never suc ceed In bringing an Impartial world around to her way of thinking. A Piece of Good Advice. A dear, pretty old lady once said to me, when I, with sublime uncharitable ness which youth considers divine hu mor, had been ridiculing someone's per sonal appearance," My dear, never quiz people for what they can't help; that's their Creator's affair, not yours. Be as down on them as you like for what they can help, but always draw the line there; and make It a rule through life." We can't shape our noses as we can our lives, and really, I think, consider ing the mess that some of us make of the latter, It Is, perhaps, just as well. We can't model our cheeks as we can our walsu, and that Is decidedly a pity; for so long as men admire small waists so long shall we dutifully seek to attain them, by fair means or foul. I suppose we can make our faces in nocent or wicked; and that Is unfortun ate, for the Innocent often like to wear wicked masks, and the wicked oftener contrive angel faces. Ah, well!" It's Juat Like a Woman. To try Independence, succeed In it, but prefer It not To faint at mice and spank tigers with a broomstick. To value a baby above the world; or a pug above a baby. To scold about little troubles aud be brave about big ones. They keep nine commandments more easily than the tenth. To toll life-long for social position, or throw it away for love m an instant. To look at the most undeserving of men through the kindly spectacles of pity. To overestimate their own beauty far less than they underestimate their own goodness. To retain, despite many bitter ex periences, the trust of a good heart in human nature. Vor Fair Womankind. Mrs. Henry Auerbach, of Minneapo lis, has fallen heir to 50,000 francs. In newest imported gowns thepuff to the sleeves begin below the shoulder. According to tho latest enumeration there are 2(1,000 more women than men in Philadelphia. Mmc. Felix Faure, the wife of the new president of France, is an accom plished musician. The average woman, It is said, la as proud of the trouble ahe baa with her hired girl as she Is of her bonnet A new color la announced called "Pharaoh." It la a yellowish shade of red and will be much uaed In aprlug mlJ llnery. , Mm. Marcheal, tho famous vocal teacher, peaks seven languages with aaaa. She waa a pupil of Garcia, who was tha teacher of Mallbrao aad Jenny Llad, Onion Soup for the Grip. A woman who has been suffering with a serious case of pure grip writes that she has found the greatest relief from onion soup. A natural craving suggested it, and she found it a most nourishing and soothing food through out the duration of the disease. "I have practically lived on It," she writes, " and here is my excellent receipt for it In case some housekeeper has not one: Four to six onions, cut fine; fry in but ter, do not allow them to brown. Two quarts of cold water, a bunch of pars ley. Boil till soft-about two hours. Strain, and add one quart of milk, and thicken with two tablespoonfuls of cornstarch, dissolved in two of cold water. Cook ten minutes, and just be fore serving add three ounces of butr , ttr. White stock may be used Instead of butter, in which case It should be cooked another hour." Cleaning; Pots and Pans. A woman naturally hates to clean up a bread or cake bowl after the dough has got hard. They should be cleaned as soon as used, but If leeessary to leave them for a time run the tray or bowl full of cold water and let It stand so. When you get ready to clean it the dough will be in the bottom of the utensil as a general thing, and you will only have to rinse and dry it 'ine same is true of kettles and skllleta. If you keep an oyster shell with a thick smooth edge at hand you can clean the roughness out of anything in half a moment, but if you don't want to do it Just then you will and that an iron pot in which potatoes have burned to the bottom, or !i skillet in which meat or gravy has simmered to a crust, will be easy enough to clean, after standing an hour or two filled with cold water. Beefsteak Stewed Without Water. Take three or four pounds of rump steak, cut about an inch thick. Put two tablespoonfuls of butter iu a fry ing pan large enough to hold the steak, and let the butter melt without burn ing. Remove the fat from the steak, wash quickly in cold water aud put it into the pan. As soon as it is thor oughly heated through season with a salt spoonful of pepper and a table spoonful of salt Cover the pan close and set back where it will simmer, not boll. When perfectly tender, which will be In an hour and a half or two hours, remove the steak to a hot plat ter, and add half a teacupfu of tnttto or two iabiespoonfuls of walnut catsdp' to the gravy in the pan. Let it boll up and pour over thsteak Baked Indian Pudding. For small family should be baked in deep, covered earthen pot; I use a bean pot; bake slowly for five or six hours; three pints sweet milk; set In tin dish over kettle of boiling water; when milk is scalding hot sift in nine slightly rounded tablespoons of sifted Indian meal, stirring constantly that it does not lump; have ready In earthen pot one quart sweet apples peeled, cored and quartered, one and one-half cups molasses pour over same, one cup chopped suet; pour hot milk and meal into pot and stir all together; now add one pint cold milk and do not stir again; put to bake immediately; one cup atoned raisins may be added if desired; the apple may be omitted; please follow directions exactly. Odds and Knda. Plunge your knife into hot water be fore attempting to cut warm bread or cake. Don't have "dark holes" about the house. Clean them out and let the sun shine In. It is said that a pinch of salt placed on the tongue and allowed to dissolve slowly is a certain cure for sick head ache. Sprinkle salt over the coal in your bin in liberal quantities; it will make it burn more evenly and prevent "clink ers." If you cannot procure dampened saw dust for use In sweeping use bits of dampened paper sprinkled over tho floor. Tea leaves stain and salt makes the carpet sticky. A cloth dipped in grease and then in salt is the best scourer for all sorts of dirty and greasy dishes In the kitchen. Do not wash them, but employ this method instead. A liniment that Is very highly recom mended Is made from one quart of cider vinegar, half pint turpentine, four beaten eggs, and two teaspoon fuls of salt, well mixed together. Mrs. Borer is an earnest advocate of whole wheat flour. She says bread made from this flour not only contains 78 per cent more nourishment than white bread bat It Is nature's own remedy for dyspepsia and kindred alt menta, brought on by excess of starch In whits flour bread. Apoplexy and Bright s aliases can ba traosd la maay caaaa to an sxosooIts asa af Hatch, food. i i' ..... u 1 k ... A wiK" i': - i.'"ii f ' -,.