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About The Sioux County journal. (Harrison, Nebraska) 1888-1899 | View Entire Issue (May 21, 1896)
A CASE OF SELF-DECEIT. He (hints he's cynic and clss hU eyes To the sun whi U faithfully shining. Aad h rows tbat lo carp ii the way to be wise. And That life n but dumber and dining. Persistent, be struggles hi conscience to throw Into statee t&at are called cataleptic; He want to be "modern and wicked," you know. When, in fact, he i only dyspeptic. la silence he winks at himself with a leer In the presence of gayety harmless. His sigh is a growl and his laugh is a sneer As he tows that existence is charmless. And he looks on himself with a pitiful pride As a Tastly superior skeptic: Ilia claims misanthropic he won't hear de nied. When, jn fact, he is only dyspeptic. Washington Star. D'YE think you pan tend her while I'm gone?" asked Uncle Burritt. ""Of course we can. We know ex actly bow to do It." "So I s'pose so I s'pose," said Uncle Burritt, a if his doubt of the ability of the lwy and girl who stood before him to manage the big wheat elevator was wholly unfounded. "I'll be back as Boon's I can," he con tinued, "an' If the Nancy Bell strains up fore I get back you tell the cap'n to hitch and lay alongside." "Oh, I can oien the chutes." said 3datt, eagerly. "Of course he can," chimed Laura. ""Better wait 'till yer old uncle gets back; he won't be long cotnln'." And Uncle Burritt, having shaken the wheat dust off his coat and combed back his hair before the cracked mir ror, seated himself In his buckboard and rattled up the road Matt, who was Id years old, drew himself up on the high stool in the of fice with home dignity. It was the flrt time he bad ever been left in charge of the elevator, aud he felt the importance of his position. His sister Laura, who was 13, peered out of the little window and wished something exciting would happen. .And hardly had she wished when jwimctiiing did happen. The Nancy Bell liegan to toot down the river. "Matt, there conies the Nancy," cried Laura. A moment later a huge side-wheel river steamer came splashing around the iH'inl and drew up under the rocky bank, on the top-of which perched the elevator. The office where Matt and lAura were sitting was a hundred yard away, at the edge of the hill road. 'JJere the farmers sold their - whaat, which was emptied into a car, weighed and trundled along a tram way that ran on a trestlework into the top of the elevator, where the wheat was dumped into one of the various bins. At the bottom of the tall build ing a nmuler of chutes led out over the water, and when open the wheat from the elevator poured through vthem Into rhe steamboat below. "Hey. there," called the captain of the .Nancy Bell, puffing up the steep bank, "are you ready to let us have that No. 1." 'We're all ready, only uncle isn't here yet." answered Matt. "'Can't you let her go?" "1 could " ""Bat tinele wanted us to ask yon to lay alongside until he came back." completed Laura. The good-natured captain frowned. "We won't get clear of Fisher's bar 'bnigbt, I'm afraid, if we wait. You've opened the chutes lots of times before," lie Mid, turning to Matt. -"Oh, yes, 1 could do It all right. It's ns trouble at all " Matt made as If to go down to the tramway toward the elevator, but Laura seized him by the arm. "Uncle told us to wait," she said; "don't go." "Oh, he won't care," said Matt, Im patiently. "I'm no baby." Then he pulled himself away and .ran along the tramway. "Get your men ready," he shouted to the captain, "the wheat's coming." Matt's heart throbbed with excite ment He felt that he had suddenly at- taiaed to the dignity of manhood. He reached the deep bin where the No. 1 wheat was kept and clambered from the tramway down the little lad--der to the hook which controlled the chute. He knew that when he opened It the thousands of bushels of wheat In the bin would go swirling slowly down through the chute into the steamboat "Are they ready, Laura?" he called. "Oh, don't. Matt," answered the girl. "Are they ready, I say?" tailed Matt, 'this time angrily. Laura signalled to the captain with her hand, as she had often done be- ore. "Ready, came the answer. "Ready," repeated Laura. Matt pulled the peg and then, pniis a moment, palled the other, and 4k book dropped with a chug. He i Inaard the sraln swishing In the chutea tar below. With the pega In bis hand Km started to climb the Udder that ran S the aides of the bin. Just at the -tap eae of the pega slipped and fell tat the wheat below. Ott threw tbe peg wblcb be atlU tel taw tramway and scrambled etWi ttw ladder. He didn't want Laura fat kaow about his carelessness, and be fata well enough that the peg must aaw a allowed ta go down with the -CSaat ar It aright choke op the chute. Th peg lay on the wheat a few feet from the bottom of the ladder. Matt had often had occasion to croaa the wheat la the bin, and so he waded out without any hesitation, his feet sink ing In a few Inches at every step. Already the air was full of dust caus ed by the agitation of the wheat In the chute below, and Matt choked as be stooped to pick up the peg. Just as be turned, one of his feet sunk down suddenly as is something deep in the bin had seized it The next instant the whole center of the wheat in the bin sunk suddenly, and Matt found himself slipping slowly downward. With a tartled cry he tried to reach the lad der. But the wheat below him was lyte quicksand. The harder he strug gled the more the wheat shelved off and slipped under his feet, and the more it seemed to him that an awful something deep In the bin had fastened to his feet and was dragging him down. The consciousness of having diwbeyed his uncle lent terror to the situation, and the dust was becoming more and more choking. In that moment Matt re called stories he had heard of men who had been suffocated In elevators, and he grew suddenly hopeless. He had sunk almost to his waist when I-atira appeared in answer to his rejseated calls. 'HelpT' he coughed. Laura peredor a moment Into the dark bin aud then she seemed trans fixed with terror. "Rua for help," cried Matt. Without a word Laura disappeared, flying down the tramway with flying hair. Beaching the office she suddenly real ized that Matt might sink and be killed before she could get the men from the boat up the hill. "What shall I do?" and she wrung her hands. Her eye fell upon an empty barrel in the corner of the office. The next moment she was spinning It along the tramway to the elevator. "Here. Matt. Matt," she called. The iHiy, who was now waist-deep In the wheat and had almost given up the struggle, hardly looked up. But when the liarrel came bumping against him he seemed to recover. "Hold on till 1 come back," cried Laura. Then she sped along the tramway and down the hill to the boat. With choking voice she told the captain of her trouble. There was no way of shut ting off the sucking of the wheat through the chute Itelow. but a half dozen men with ropes and poles were soon speeding up the hill. Laura led them to the bin, but when she peered down she cried out In despair. Only the top of the barrel was visible In the sinking wheat. "There, there, child; don't be fright ened yet," said the captain. In a moment two men with ropes around under their arms were wading in the wheat, while two others had suc ceeded in cloning the chute. This pre vented further sinking of the wheat, but the dust was still suffocating: With poles aud shovels they pried up the barrel, and when they lifted it out they found that it covered Matt's head and shoulders. But Matt wan unconscious. "If it hadn't been for the barrel he'd have died," said the captain. At last they lifted him out and he opened his eyes Just as Uncle Burritt came Into the office. When Uncle Burritt heard the story he did not say a word to Matt, but he turned and laid his han-i on Laura's head. I.aura was still tearful. "My brave, ols?dlent gtrl," he said. A Besetting Sin. Apiwrenfly some wouien do not know that public couveyaiK-ea a re not proper pla-es for ventilating domestic griev ances or indulging in personal gossip. Says Tkona hoe's Magazine: Why will women talk aloud in street cars and other public places? The hab it I becoming general, women of re fined appearance and educated spei'h indulging In It its freely as their sisters from the uncultured walks of life. Family matters are openly discussed, the good qualities of relatives and their defects commented upon freely, ami mines mentioned with the utmost In difference to the faot that chance listen ers may recognize them. The other day, in a crowded car, a young woman was exp. tinting up mthe many charms of a male acquaintance wh slacked oiilj one een la I of the model husband meant; of support. And then ensued an animate! debate, dur ing which the family affairs of the un fortuuate young man anil his bride were inado known to all who cared to listen. Blubber Baths Tor Itheninatism. .In Australia they have a whale cure for rheumatism which Is said to be ef fective, though disagreeable. It was discovered by a drunken man, who was staggering along the beach near the whaling station at Twofold Bay, and who, seeing a dead whale cut open, took a header Into the decomposing blabber. It took two hours for him to work Ms way out but he was then not only sober, but cured of hts rheuma tism. Now a hotel has been built In the neighboring town of Eden, where rheumatic patients wait for the arrival of a whale In order to take blublx-r baths. But the Fla? Weat Up, A Johannesburg correspondent stales that Jameson would bare gone on fighting at Krugersdorp, but when the officers aaw the Itaats Artillery com ing up with the Maxims n charge of German gunner, "flesh and blood could stand It wo longer." Jameson, adda the writer, was watering bis horse when Ool. Scott came up to him and said: "Sir, ww must surrender; It seems bopeteaa." The only answer he1 got waa: "I will not surrender; let them shoot me where I stand, bat surrender? Nererr The Colonel moved away, and the nest minute up went tbe white flag. TOWN RUN BY WOMEN. GAYI.Onn, KAN., enjoys the unique distinction of being the only municipality In the United States whose government Is couuoed entirely of women. It has a lady may or and women officials and the city of fices are conducted with honesty, abil ity. Integrity and economy. There Is no hint at corruption or jobbery. The streets are clean, crime Is virtually un known and not a single dollar of In debtedness lies upon the place. Antoinette L Haskell, mayor of the town, has held office for a year and has given the lest of satisfaction In her administration. Her apiolutiiieut8 have been wise aud her knowledge of city affairs such as would reflect credit on any man. Mrs. Haskell's husband Is a prosperous banker and she Is the moth er of two sons. 17 and 11 years olih The city clerk. Miss Florence Ileadley, Is a native of Kansas, aud is the editor of the Gaylord Herald, where she first became connected with the paper as a compositor, She is I'd years of age and is serving her second year as city clerk. Mrs. Mary L. Foote, police Judge-elect, Is a native of Illinois, aud has resided in Kansas seven years. An odd feature of her election was that her husband was her opponent, but she defeated him by a large majority. The memliers of the council consist of Mrs. Mary A. White, a native of Franklin, Ohio; Mrs Nancy Wright, lorn in Scottsvllle, Iowa; Mrs. Emma A. Mitchell, a native of Indianapolis; Mrs. Ksther Johnston, WOMKN" (trrK.KK. OK (iAYLOKI), KAN. MKN. I.OKKI.LA ABKIK IIOMHIH. MRS. KMMA A. MITCHELL. MRS. ESTHER JOHNSTON. MRS. XAXCY WRIGHT. W Its. MARY A. WHITE. MBS. FLOKKSCK HEADI.EY. MRS. A. I.. HARKKLL. IK1. MARY I.. FOOTK. a native of Ontario; and Mrs. Loella Abercromble. They have given every manifestation of their ability to run tbe business of the city government and no one can question their motives. Valne of the Trellis Pattern. The trellis pattern can be carried out in numerous ways and serves for a variety of purposes In dress and nill- XMBKOIDKKKD OX XCT. llnery. It also answers equally well as a reltlng for bright colored satin bags, sachets and pincushions. A com bination of tinsel thread and Jet would set it off admirably. - Fashion in Calllns-Cards. The Roman or block letter Is becom ing more popular as tbe style of en graving for visiting-card plates, wblle the fashionably thin card of two-sbeet quality Is eminently proper. Cards for both men and women are considerably smaller, and tbe script engraving la liner In consequence, following more closely the English style tban tbe Pa risian, wblcb is large and with flour ishes. Tbe Mock or Roman letter plate Is very Engllab, and wltb those affect ing London styles It finds great fa ror. Tbe price more than doubles that of script engraving. Ladles nee tbe block style now on their cuds for teas and receptions, as It admits of the necessary engraving of days wltb- X 9 In a smaller space tlia. the script and enables a smaller card being used Ladles' Home Journal. Chosen Queen of the Fiesta. The annual floral festival at Santa Rosa, Cal., was preceded this year by a warm contest as to who should bt chosen queen of carnival. When ths contest was first announced half a score nsmes of popular women in MRS. L. W. BURRIS. the city named and vicinity were en tered, but before the voting was be gun it became evident that only three were "In It." These were Miss Knop penburg, MIkh Hall and Mrs. L W. Bnrrls. who ran about neck and neck until the final day for the reception of ballots. On that day It suddenly developed that the friends of Mrs. Burrls had been holding by far the greater portion of their strength In reserve. Ballots by the hundred In her faror poured In all day, and long before noon It was clear that she was the winner. The rusb of Burris ballots was greatest In the last half hour, when hardly any others were to be seen. Tbe count of rotes showed ber to be first and the others nowhere, the figures being: Mrs. Burris, 11,100; Miss Hall, 1,'XA, and Miss Knoppen burg, 1,100. Rleeves Copied from l'alntlncs, Tbe sleeve continues to be the all important factor of the gown. Frills on frills, Vandyke caps and epaulets are rampant about the very top of the arm, with a decided tendency to ward extra tightness of the sleeve above as well aa below the elbow. Often a parting Is made In tbe center of the puff, revealing the close coat sleeve from the shoulder down. The newest sleeves. It la officially asserted, have been copied from tbe oldest pic tures, though the "old masters," could they behold them, would hardly recog nize some of the modern versions. Bows at tbe Elbow SOLDIERS AT HUME. THtr TfU. CO MI INTERESTING ANECDOTE Of THE WAR. After the Battle. It was strange and queer to watch the diune&nor of men wounded In bat tle, writes M. Quad. You might have stood beside hundreds who were struck down, and yet you would not have found two whose actions were exactly alike. When hit while standing Inac tive moet men threw up their hands and cried out and staggered about before falling. If hit while the regiment was advancing tbey fell with curses on their Hps, and sometimes rose up again and limped painfully after their comrades. If reached by a bullet while the com mand was being driven or retreating or changing Its position, then men wailed out like children not so much over thu hurt as because they realized that they were to be left on tbe field to suffer and would be helpless to protect themselves. When a regiment was In line, waiting to move to the right or the left or be advanced, tbe thud of a bullet as It struck a man could be heard by the men on bis right and left If struck In the chest or shoulder or bead he fell out of the ranks, threw up his bands with a shout, aJid then fell like a log. If struck below the breast he nearly al ways lurched forward anil placed his hands on the wound and sank down KILLED IX TIU1 CI! A ROE. with a groan. The demeanor of no two wounded men was alike In minor par ticulars, but strangely alike in the first movements. A soldier shot through the head or heart shot dead In his tracks, as you might term Itwas not Instantly killed. There was no such thing as Instant death unless struck with a solid shot or blown to pieces by an exploding shell. No matter whether the bullet pierced heart or brain, the victim lived on for a few seconds long enough to throw up his bands and call out and clutch at the comrades beside him for support i Few men preserved silence after be ing hard hit. After the first exclama tion they cursed or wept, and were not conscious of what they did. Each felt that he bad been grievously wronged by being shot down. Sometimes they cursed first and wept afterwards sometimes wept and sobbed like chil dren from the first moneot of feeling pain. The cursing and the weeping were the direct result of the nervous system being keyed too high by the excitement of the battle. If a wounded man was carried to the rear he soon got the better of his hysterics, and it was the same if left to himself for three or four hours on the field, provided the fighting bad ceased In bis vicinity. It was tbe wounded who lay on the field where the fighting continued who were the most to be pitied. They feared to le wounded again or killed outright HE HAI CRAWLED AWAY TO niK. and tbelr shouts and screams could be heard whenever the roar of battle died away a little. Their fears were by no means groundless. Bullet and ball and shell and grapeshot were continually falling among them, and during, the war thousands of soldiers were killed while lying wounded between the lines. The burial parties used to find bodies which had been hit from three to ten times, and after Grant's first battle In the Wilderness we found a Confederate with twenty-three bullet wounds In bis dead body. And there was more than the fear of missiles iM-fore the eyes of the wounded men. If Infantry charged over them they might not suffer, but If a battery changed positions or there waa a charge of cavalry they might be ground into the earth. When In bis normal condi tion a cavalry horse will not stop on the body of a man lying In bis path, but when excited to madness by the roar of battle the steeds of war will trample down snytblng. Tbe wounded men ly ing about must take their chances when tbe bugles blew a charge. Some would escape the Ironshod hoofs others would be almost beaten Into the earth. It was the same way If a battery waa retired or advanced. The change of position was made with horses on tbe lead run, and their riders could take jo thought of the dead and. wounded ylng 'n the way. Tbe fate of a brigade jt At I'm, or even a wing of tbe army, 'K i at stake, and the sacrifice of ineu already wounded did not mm She Bofs mt 9mm Aeaasss whttsa Awr Ufa hi Cssaa - Fiis's asanas est She BattlSatsl eoant. When tne guns were advaec, st Chaneellorsville to check Jacksoo'l twilight attack the earth was fairly cumbered wltb the dead and wounded. On the few acres of cleared ground ovet wblcb tbe guns had to advance were camp nres, Ktiis.uns. naveraacaa, stacked muskets and several hundred men who bad fallen under the volleys poured in from the edge of the forest, Tbe guns dashed right Into and ovei this Jumble, and above the roar of mus ketry from the oncoming Confederates we caught the screams and shrieks ol our wounded men as they realized that death was to come under the heavy wheels. The burial parties were always puab. ed for time, and yet there was time to look into the faces and observe the atti tudes of the dead and notice tbat death seldom came to two alike. Some suf fered agonies from their wounds oth ers died as peacefully as If no twlngt of pain had been felt. Some had thell lips parted as If praying to God or ut tering farewells to the loved ones at borne others bad Hps compressed and their faces showed grim determination or anger. Sometimes a wounded ma a had crawled away Into the bushes or be hind stump or log to die. On his bronz ed cheeks partly bleached by the touch of death, we would find traces of tears, and the hard lines would be softened down. When struck down as tbey mov ed and dying within a few minutes they carried fierce, stern faces and clenched hands, and nearly alwayi their eyes were wide open and tbelr Hps parted to show their teeth. If the mus ket had not fallen from their hands under the shock of the missile it was clenched so tightly Cat their stiffened fingers had to be opened one by one. There was no pity for the wounded while the fight was on. Now and then it was possible to alleviate thirst, or In case of an olhVer to carry him to the rear, but the unwounded bad lKUe thought of the falien. It was only wben night came down and the roar of battle died out to a growling and sputtering here and there that a new sound roes on the evening air to pale the faces of the veterans lying about with open haversack. It was a sound heard only on a Inttlefleld, after a battle. It was a sound which began like the far-off murmur of a mighty crowd which came nearer and nearer w hich swellsd lu volume till it drowned all other sounds which separated Itself from the shouts of men, neighing of horses, peals of bugles and rattle of drums one great overpowering wail from ths thousands of wounded men which went right to the heart and caused every man to lift his head and whisper: "Toot fellows-God 'pity thorn!" Pravply Iooe. "That Is one of the bravest men I ever knew," said (Jen. Itosecraus to James It. Gilmore (Kdmuud Klrke) an Inspector General Ducat left the room where the two gentlwneu were eon versing. "I saw him once," continued the General, "coolly face almost certain death U) perform'a duty. Three men had fallen before his eyes, and be bad to run the gauntlet of a thousand mus kets; but he did It" Mr. Gilmore re lates the circumstances, in the Louis ville Courier-Journal. It was at the lwttle of Iuka, where Rosecrans with only men actually engaged, was fighting a Confederate force of 11,000, holding a chosen and very strong position. Hueat, in riding up to the General, had observed a regi ment of Gen. Stanley's division about to be enveloped and overjowered by a much larger force. "IUde on and warn Stanley at once," said Itosecrans. An acre of lire, swept with bullets, lay between them aud the menaced regiment. Kocat glanced at It and said: "General, I have a wife and children." "You knew that when you came heref said Kosecrans, coolly. "I'll go, sir," said Ducat, moving his horse forward after his momentary hes itation. "Stay a moment We mutrt make sure of this," said lioeecrans. Ho thought a thousand lives of more value than four, so, hastily writing some dis patches on the pommel of bis saddle, he gave one to each of three orderlies, and sent them off at intervals of about sixty yards over the bullet swept field. Then he looked at Ducat, who had seen every one of them fall lifeless, or desperately wounded. Without a word Ducat plunged Into the fire, and, won derful to tell, he ran the gauntlet In safety, and wltb bis ciothes torn by mlnie balls, and his borse reeling from a mortal wound, be got to Stanley, and saved the regiment The orderlies found their grave on that acre of fire. Forrest's Warfare. Twenty-seven horses were shot under Lieutenant General N, B. Forrest, who earned the sobriquet of "The Wizard of the Saddle" during the war, and Lieu tenant General Uicbard Taylor aald of him: "1 doubt If any commander since tbe days of Lion hearted Itlchard has killed so many of the enemy." For rest's aphorisms are such as one would expect from sucb a man. "War means fighting, and fighting means killing," be once said. On another occasion, he declared: 'The way to whip em la to get there first with tbe most men." Once wben discussing with a graduate of West Point the question of bow to fight cavalry to greatest advantage, he remarked: "I would gire more for fif teen minutes of bugle than for three days of tactics." A Frenchman clalma to bare dlscov ered a method of successfully convert ing petroleum oil Into a bard mass, wblcb Is not explosive and la absolutely smokeless and odorless. Tbe Inrentor states that bla new fuel coate about $10 per ton, ana that one ton equals thirty tons of coal. The "lire naflons of Europe'' own 2.310 war ships, mounUng tftVM guns, all ready for Immediate service.