The Sioux County Journal
VOLUME VII.
IIAKKISON, NEBRASKA, TIIUKSDAY, MARCH 28, 1895.
NUMBER 29.
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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 ;
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"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
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