The Sioux County . Journal,
VOLUME VIIL
HARKISOX, NEBRASKA THURSDAY, JULY 23, 1890.
NUMBER 40.
THE train ran Into a little station
In the heart of I hi; pine wood,
anil the conductor sprang to the
platform.
"Hurry up there !" he eajled, running
forward, to the negro coach.
The steps were overflowing with
plcka ninnies, so black that at first
Bight their small features would hare
been Indistinguishable but for the wide
crease on each face, filled with even
rows of teeth, Htartlingly white in con
trast with their sooty environment.
A fat, good-looking degress, holding
an oval bundle, wrapped In an old
Bhawl, close to her breast, seemed to be
the center of the crowd, and an old, old
negro man, grizzled and wrinkled, was
hovering around Its margin.
"Is you got um all. Sister Calline?"
he asked anxiously.
'Clare ef I knows!" said the woman,
running her eye over the company.
" 'Pears Ink dcre's one on um nilssln'!"
"All aboard."' shouted the conductor,
and the train moved.
"Hyar, mlstah!" shrieked Sister Cal
llne, "you'se ca'ln' off one o' my
chlirenr
The conductor laughed good-naturedly,
and was gone,
"Oh, Lawd!" moaned the woman.
"He's doneca'ed off one of um, suah!"
The station agent sauntered near.
tie wore that Intensely bored expres
sion only possible to a man who spends
his life In a piney woods clearing, see
ing four trains a day go In and playing
checkers on a barrel head In the In
tervals. One wonders if the lunatic asylums
are not largely recruited from this
class.
"Orter have tied 'em along a rope,
so's they couldn't get away," he said.
Sister Calllne turned her black vel
vet orbs In his direction.
"Von call dat train back, I say," she
cried, "He's done ca'ed off one o' my
chUn."
"R'pose I can call, the train back?"
said the man, contemptuously. "If
you're sure one of 'em Is mlssin' you'll
have to set down and wait here till the
train comes back. They'll bring It, I
reckon."
"Oh. my pore 111 chile!"
Tears began to stream down the
black face.
The wrinkled oU uncle looked deep
ly distressed.
"Is you pint blank suah one on urn's
missln', Sister Calllne?" he asked, sym
pathetically.
Her eyes wandered, vague and trou
bled, over the dusky, shifting crowd of
faces.
"I'se mos' pulllckly suah," she said
"Better count 'em," suggested the
agent. "How many are there, any
how?"
"Derc's I.u Roxy Adllue, Lucy
aller "
"I's here, mammy!" Interrupted a
long-limbed girl of 14.
"I told you to count 'em'" said the
agent. Impatiently.
"I cayn't ooua', mas'r! I'se buwif
afore de wuh. But anyhow dcy say
(I tc's leben on um."
"Sister Calllne," said the old ninu
tenderly, "le's we set right tlowu hyar
an' I'll conn' tim fer ye. I'se a scholar."
"Von sholy is kind, mlstah," said His-
ter Calllne, gratefully, sitting down
on the edge of the platform.
The agent laughed shortly and turned
away.
The grizzled old undo took a red and
yellow handkerchief from his pocket
and carefully dusted the end of the
planks before he took his seat.
He wore a threadbare black suit
which had undoubtedly once moved In
high society.
Klster Calllne looked nt him with
Interest.
"I reckon dnt you inns' lie a preacher,
sah," she said, defentlally.
"Madam, I Is. I'se Ix-eti prearhln' de
word dese nine years, ebcr senee my
pore old lady died. I was a powerful
sinner afore dat."
Hlster Calllne looked awed,
"I was, suah!" said the old man, re
trospectively. "Hut I'se come Inter de
kingdom now suah 'nuff, bress de I.ord.
Is you got a htisbnn', Water Calllne?'
"I'se a isire wldder, mlstah, wld all
di-se chU'en ter scuffle, fer, an' de Lnwd
knows what I'se gwlno ter do."
Uncle glanced at the bundle lu her
arms. It had begun to move ami
whimper.
"Iat your baby, chile?" 'asked uncle,
Innocently.
"DIs my baby," replied Klster Cal
llne, looking down at the sooty mite Id
her arms with maternal pride.
"My po ole man nelwr see din baby.
He was Mowed up de bller bustln' In
de mill where ho wuked. He was done
killed when dey brung him home. De
doctor tried an' tried to pump some
life Inter him, but he never spat no
mo'," .. i
coun you
"For de bin's sake!" ejaculated the
old man.
Compassion was written all over his
kind old fare. He had leeii a good
darky from his youth up, and his past
was purely fictitious.
"What ile mattah wld you ole lady
you done lost?" asked Sister Calllne.
"ConsumpKhun," replied the old man,
solemnly. ' It runs In our family. Ole
Cunnel Kent's ma died oh It. an' de
cunnel's first wife died ob It an' 111
mlstls died, too. An' den my ole lady
took it an she died. It's a turrlble de
cease." 'Ihit sholy Is so!" coincided Sister
Calllne. " 'Scuse my insurance axln'
you, mlstah. Ioes you git you libln
preachln'?"
"De folks pay me some, an' den I'se
got a nice piece o' lan' an' a 111 house.
My ole mas'r give um ter me," said the
old man, with modest pride.
Sho! Ain't you too old ter wuk?"
"I wuks some, an' de ars helps
me. I'se de onliest one ob de ole sar
veu'g lef". I'se 1)5 year ole!"
"Sho, now!" said Sister Calllne. much
Impressed.
"How ole you Is, Sister Calllne?
hopln' you'll 'sense me fer axln'."
I dunno 'sadly," said Calllne. study.
lug a little. "I 'spect I'se 00 gwlne on
50."
They had become so Interested In
their humble annals that the pickanin
nies had been lout sight of. Tbey were
scattered along the railroad line gam
boling like a menagerie turned loose.
fJoes you wan me tu
chll'en, Sister Calllne?"
"Co'se I does. Hyar! You-all. Come
hyar."
The children paid no attention.
"Dey needs dlsserplalnln', Sister Cal
llne." He rose. "Chll'en, chll'en!" he called
lu a voice of authority.
The black cloud drew together and
bore down on the station-house.
"Now you-all stand' still ontwell dls
genelmau couns' you," commanded
the mother. "Lu Hoxy, mlu' yersef,
Abe Llnkum, Stan' up. Don scrouge
so! How he gwlne coun' you, ef you
dodges roun dat away?"
A mild degree of order at lust pre
vailed and the old man began.
One, two, thee, fo. flbe, six, seben,
nine, eight, ten! Dore ain't only ten
Uawter be leben, suah," said Sister
Calllne. "Oh, what. I gwlne ter do?"
"I'll coun' 'urn ober agin'," said tin
old man, kindly.
Sister Calllne wiped away her tears.
lou am so kind, mistah! I knowed
you was a good man when Brer Mar
tin tole me ter keep long er you on dor
train."
l I 1. t
.iu . nuoweu you was a good wo
man when Brer. Martin tole me 'You
take good ca' o' Sister Calllne,' anys he.
Now I'll coun' 'um agin."
"One, two, thee," and so on. They
went over and over this, but by no
legerdemain of counting could teu be
made eleven.
Sister Calllne grew more and more
distressed and was Just breaking into
hysterical sobH when the train whistled
at the next station below.
They both sprang up and Calllne
screamed to the children, who came
flying across the track like a flock of
wild blackbirds.
When the train drew up and the con
ductor stepped off, there was Calllne
to mee( hini.
"Please, mlstah; has you lining back
my chile?" nlie tearfully pleaded.
He looked at her.
"Homier ii nd blixen! What do vou
mean, woman?"
"I'se got 'leben chll'en," groaned Sis
ter Calllne, "an' dls genelhian has
founded 'um ober an' ober, un" dere
ain't only ten."
i ne conductor ran his eye over the
group. ,
A scire of heads were thrust out of
the coach, and a murmur of amused
sympathy stirred along the line.
"H-m!"
He pulled forth his book hurriedly
and turned over the pages.
"Pass Calllne Jackson and eleven
hlldreii."
He glanced over the black, bobblnc
heads and back at the woman.
Ills eye fell on the bundle in her
arms.
"Great Jove! What's the mnrter with
the baby making eleven?"
There weru Mars of laughter and
much waving of hats and handker
chiefs as the train moved out.
"Vou done counded um wrong. Mls
tah," said Sister Calllue, looking up re
proachfully at the old man.
"Ia dey all hyar?" he asked, with dig
nity. ,
"Oo'ae dey'a all hyar."
"Den don't dat plntedly show dat I
eoudded um right?"
8Uter Calllne'a dark countenance'
wore a troubled exnrww'cq. hi4 ther
went alimg the piney woods road to
ward Kenivilie it gradually cleared up,
and when they came in sight of Kent
Hall It was lieauiing.
"Here's de cunnel.'" said uncle, Kint
Ing to a gentleman dressed in a white
duck suit, who sat comfortably In a
big armchair on the gallery.
"lie's one o' de ars. Vou jes' waif
here a spell ontel I go an' tell him."
"Well?" wild Colonel Kent, good-naturedly,
laying down his newspaper.
"What Is it, C uncle Hick?"
"I'se Jes' come ter tell you, cunnel,
dat I'se foun' a good woman dat I
laks the lies' in the world, an' we'se
fixed our min's dat we'll marry fore
long. We reckons tenilght Is de bes'
time."
Lord!" said the col-
"Such an old fellow
HOME COMING.
fae', Mas'r, but Ve
years, an' Its mighty
"Marry! flood
onel, astonished,
as you are!"
"I is ole, for a
lived alone nine
lonesome "
"That's so." said the colonel, kindly.
"An' 'pears like I can't stan' 4t no
longer. An' Sister Jackson needs a
husband ter help her raise her ebll'en.
Iere's lelien chU'en an' none ob 'em
mtssln', coundlii um right
"Kleveu! How In the name of Gen
eral Jackson are you going to lake care
of eleven children?"
i 'eys gwine ter take ca' o' me,
Masr,' said the old man, eagerly.
"Dey's mighty peart chll'en, mighty
peart, an' dey e'n pick a heap ob cotton
an hoe co n an' taters an' weed In de
gyardeu an' do a power ob oder turns."
j lie curiously wizened old face shopa
as If he had Just come Into a fortune.
"An' cunnel," he went on, "I'se gtt
tln' too ole ter wuk much, an' I tlnka
my meet lu' up wld Sister Calllne la a
special provenience. I wants ter git
do oration roun' soon dat dere's gwlne
ter be a weddiu' down ter my 111 house
tenilght."
"lo ahead then," laughed the col
onel. "The missis will have a cake
baked for you, and, by George, It'll have
to be a big one to go round."
The cake was baked In the big Iron
buke kettle of antebellum associations,
and there was a festival In the cabin
down by the creek which lasted Into
the small hours. New York Tribune,
THE PIANO NUISANCE.
Protracted Practicing Leada to Severe
Nervous Maladlea.
Gouuod, the eompoaer, bitterly resen
ed the omnipresence of the average
pluno player, says the St. Louis Globe
Denioerat. He was stronirlv In favor
or a somewhat severe pianoforte tax.
His argument was that ninety-nine out
of every one hundred who learned to
play the Insfrunmut failed to attain to
more than a superficial stage, either of
conception or execution, and that they
wasted valuable time, which might oth
erwise be employed in doing something
that would benefit them. He also con
tended that piano practice of students
innstltiited a public nuisance, and was
Irritating and exasperating to such a
degree oh to become an outrage on
peacefully Inclined citizens. The pro
posed tax was never levied, but some
figures published by a French scientist
may possibly in some measure tend to
restrict the Indiscriminate teaching to
music to very young children. It is de
clared that a large number of nervous '
maladies from which girls of the pres
ent day suffer are to be attributed to
playing the piano.
Children who ought to be exercising
In the open air are kept at dreary and
distasteful work at the keylxiard hour
after hour dally, and the nerves simply
will not stand the strain. It Is said to
Bet o tan and toil ia done,
Grind, oh, wheels, while others tread!
Humeward thro' the night I run
To the heaven jufet ahead.
Light o' love, light o' love,
Utlier refuge 1 have none,
Thou the worth of life must prove
While the tight U yet unwuii.
Scant the fare that love may share,
Pale the that love may press,
Stern the bunleiig love must share,
Fierce the wrongs that wait redress.
Heart o' life, heart o' life,
Manna in the wilderness,
We should perish in the strife
But fur love's strong tenderness.
Speed the day when we may say,
Justice reigua and men are free;
Peace shall kiss us iu the way,
Labor crown us pleuteously.
Love it all! Iive is all!
Sound the word from nea to sea,
Hand to hand we stand or fall,
Ho, for love and litierty!
New York Sun.
TRAGEDY OF A MINE.
From the shoulder of Baldy, when;
the mine was, you could see far out to
westward where the Pacific, rolled in a
blue sheet, which was the undulating
reflection of the heavens above. If
you were on Baldy you would say that
there could be nothing more sublime
In the world than the ocean, and if you
were out at sea you would be Ann lu
the faith that no more magnificent
thing could exist than the great semi
nel mountain.
Young Bradshaw was Just from col
lege when his father sent him up to the
mine as a sort of general manager to
erve through the late summer and the
coming winter. The water supply
bowed plain indications of early ex
haustion, and so the fifty or more men
who had been employed In bombarding
the gravel with a six-Inch stream, were
called down to Los Angeles and paid
up and discharged, , The exodus was
general. Even Yardley, the most re
spected and most efficient deputy sher
iff who bad ever hired to a nilna com
pany, lu order that peace might be pre
served in an official way, went with the
others. Only Young Bradsbaw and
Burleigh were left to tenant the cabins
Jand watch the pipe. It was eighty
woes io j,os Angeies in a horizontal
line and nearly two more miles straight
down toward the center of the earth.
The mountain was wild and majestic
and inaccessible and when the men
went away that meant solitary confine
ment. In the building of the pipe line
8,000 tons of Iron and steel had lieen
dragged and maneuvered up a shoulder
for many tortuous miles, every pound
representing human effort, as even a
burro could not go Into that labyrinth
Bet on end. As Bradshaw's father, the
president of the mining company, had
said In the beginning, "It took some
thing that could swear and yell and
get out- of the way quickly to get that
piping In place."
Burleigh was a man of so, a giant in
stature, with the magnificent health
which demands association with
healthy things. He was not born to the
mines as was Henky Pete, who could
spend days in solitude, speaking no
word to any one. Henky I'ete was
ordinarily the man who was left over
winter, when the snow piled and the
cabin for six months was filled with
the smoke which could not go up and j
which, therefore, was absorbed by his
person, maning mm resemble in tlm
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be proved by statistics that of T.ikh) ' ri" " ' , ' m. uns '""
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7 . . .. ' . A . . ' with the otbera mid turned loose. U,i
iuc uri: ui i, uu lews man ouu suiier i,ii, ,,,,, , , ,
from this ch.s of ,n,r.i, ,mi ! ' lgh' a 1W1U (,f 'i- Intelligent
those who do not beg.n until'hiter there I i' Y iml
...... tin u. tuiiiiiftuniu. mr li e i itr
are only some 200 per 1,000. The prose
cution of the study of the violin by lie-
very young Is proved to be initially in
jurious. The remedy suggested Is to.it
children should not be permitted to
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luuuKiu un uiieaigeiu ana well-demean
oreu mlile-mnte would be preferable
to the stupid Russian. There could be
some sort of Intercourse between them.
It was July when the men had gone
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I " t muling ui
of 1(3 at least, or, In thirt-ase of delicate
constitutions, not until a later aire. So
far us the piano is concerned, however.
It Is possible that the true remedy may
ie found In a belter method of teach
ing. The innin point In early tuition Is
to "form" the hands and give llieiii flex
ibility and strength. This Is purely me-
liaiibal, and It can be done away from
September Young Bradsbaw had finish
ed Strabo and had got well on the way
of translating him backward. He had
by this time rend every newspaper
which hail before been pasted to the
wall of the cook-cabin, mid had one by
one washed the Journals off with warm
water so as to see what was printed on
me otlier side
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.ii,,,,, - ..,,,,. . Jlle euuisR aud Jm(1 rttm.11(,(1 t() (lftv t.m ,
repetition of sound, which Is respond to find that he could onihk- r..iCt
nothing more than "Monday both well.
Cloudy below," He and Burleigh had
ble for much of the wear aud tear of
the nerves of young musical students.
Is thus avoided, and better progress Is
nuiile from the concentration of the
mind and technique only. The objec
tion bus been raised that such a system
makes only those, "mechanical" players
who would be ho under the ordinary
system of tuition. To those of true ar
tistic Instinct It Is an Inestimable: help,
ami shortener of labor.
A Sailor's Keinarknlilo Khcnpe.
A seaman on H. M. S. Kdliiburgh re
cently had a remarkable escape. He
was at work on a ladder on the bow of
the vessel as she was going Into Ports
mouth harbor, steaming ten knots an
hour, when the ladder broke and he
waa thrown Into the water directly un
der the keel. He came up again in the
wake of the ship, two ahlp'a length
astern, unhurt, having escaped the auc
tion of the veaaal and """tt"t with tha
wandered up and down the sub-pip,,
line to the reservoir, until the ramillai
rocks had grown unbearable In their
ffl fYttlln fll. K!.il. 1 i
( ..iiij. nwiiiruiMiw uie LllillCdOll
( water ajid washed for a few hours, and
xneci in tnts hydraulic search for gold
to (llKfract thoughts from thn frightful
lonesomencss of close mountain and
distant sea. Burleigh found the soli
tude, harder to bear than the boy from
the college, for the boy really found
odd little things to take up minute sec
Hons at least of his buy 11) mind. Bur
lolgh, a man of experiences, could not
do this. He grew morose and fretful
and cooked villainously, Bolh had dys
pepsia by the last of August.
Toward the middle of September
young Mradshaw came In from a patrol
of tho pipe line and found that Burleigh
had cooked for ten Instead of two. The
plates were et, also, tor ten.
"What'a tbla for?" tda boy cried with
abounding delight. "Are there some
tourists iu camp?"
i'.urieign looked ferociously about,
o: ne snarled. "Who comes into
this hell of loneliness? No. But I air
going to have company. I have cooked
for Harkins aud Frye and Jaquith am:
half a dozen of the best of the men who
were here, and if they are not on hand
to eat it's no fault of mine. I shall
Imagine they are in the mine anyway,
and in that way perhaps I can get com
fort. Here, Gordon," addressing the
siace which was fronted by the tin dish
at his left, "here, have some bacon,'
and he set a dripping slice of meat upon
the plate. And throughout the meal ne
talked as though the former workmen
were present once more.
tT-lI.l .1... - j , ,
iue secouu uiast catcti you,
Maker' he Inquired of the plate oppo
site young Bradsbaw. "I thought one
of those chunks hud your left leg sure.
lou waut to find your hole a little soon
er or we'll have to hustle for bandages."
Every day after that Burleigh set
those plates and fed those ghosts with
serious attention. Bradsbaw, though
a thoughtless aud unwittlnur hov sun-
by this time that this business mean:
something more than he had at first
counted it, which was a joke. Ouee he
bad railed at Burleigh for apologizing
to lardlcy for the burned condition of
the bacon and Burleigh had turned jn
him with a look In his face which he did
not relish and had asked him what he
meant by saying Yardley was only a
tiiree-iegged camp stool.
Yardley," said Burleigh, "was and
is the penal officer of this camp; ibo
man who maintained peace, the Justice,
the chief of police and everything
which induced decency. If be isn't
entitled to good bacon, who is?"
It was the next morning that Brad
sbaw was awakened by the sound of
profanity. Although he was asleep he
knew It was profanity, for Burleigh's
kind of lurid discourse could not bo
mistaken even when it came to you
in dreams. Young Bradshaw woke
with a start and found Burleigh stand
ing over him with a knife, the band
that held It being poised to strike. Just
then the October sunlight same out
over Baldy and Into the slit above
Bradshaw's bunk and Burleigh drew
back.
I thought you were that thief Hor
ton," he remarked. "I shall kill him un
less Yardley acts quicker than me.
Yardley Is the only man who can keep
that villain's life in his body. If Jim
Yardley comes to me and tells me in the
name of the people of California that
I must desist, why, Jim Yardley repre
sents the law and that's all there is to
It." And mumbling, Burleigh withdrew
his giant form from the cabin.
Young Bradshaw went to the door
and looked out. The cloud above told
Its story. The early snow was eomiiiL'.
There was no use attemirting to get
out of the mine property. In three
hours every pass would be choked and
no man having ventured out could hope
to do more than die. It was an insane
giant-a man crazed from loneliness
behind, and certain death In the snow
before. Over by the place where the
old bedrock was washed bare lie could
bear Burleigh shouting for Hoiton to
come out and fight before Yardley had
a chance to arrest them and spoil the
thing.
When you feel that one way or tlm
other death Is at hand you either col
lapse or become a hero. There is no
middle ground. The decision has to be
formed quickly. Young BradRhaw snv
one chance In a million of escapiD?
ultimate destruction at the hands of the
maniac. It was certain that his hatred
for Hofton could and would easilv
j be switched In the six months yet bo
nne mem to a mured of Bradshaw, If
in fact the lunatic would even continue
to recognize him as Bradshaw at all.
There was the danger. Supiiose In the
absence of Hoiton or anything repre
senting him Burleigh should conclude
that the slight yoiiug collegian was the
real, the true Horton of his vengeful
dreams.
lining jsraosnaw went over to the
edge of the wash, and, looking down
into the cave, called loudly:
"Burleigh, you Infernal fool! You
black-hearted hound! Come up here,
d n you!"
Out from behind an enormous bowl
dor leaped the Insane miner, that horri
ble knife in his hand and the fire of
fury in his eye.
"Who's that said that?" he shrieked.
"Who Is It, for by the Iord he wants
to piny now!"
Straight as a pillar towered the spare
form of the boy at the edge of ije
wash.
"Who, you cursed blowhard? Who
you red-faced cur? . Who? Whv. .tin,
Yardley! Who do you suppose It is but
Jim Yardley? What do you mean hv
roaring around here disturbing every
man in the mine at his work? Como
here and give me that knife and then
couio along to the court-cabin where
you belong, you white-livered jailbird."
Jim lardlcy, you're the only man on
earth that dares talk that way to inc.
lot) Know It, too, aud you rub it n,
Hay, Jim," with a sudden change to
me wiiuuper or a beaten dog. "voti'll
the Mrlj April of the next spring they
battled through drifts to find a slight
youth with white hair waiting, waiting,
waiting. Over in the court-cabin, wlrh
its great iron bars and Ita massive
door, stalking up and down before the
one window, was a giant with living
fire in bis eyes, who continually yelled:
"Yardley! Yardley! Oh, Jim, please,
ain't time pretty near up!"
In afterward telling of the horror of
that winter young Bradshaw used to
say that in future when he wanted to
live iu a lonely place he would leave
all healthy and Intelligent men behind
and associate himself solely with soma
such obtuse and unimaginative clod as
Henky Pete. Chicago Record.
Weeping; Over the Ice-Mouse,
Much of the charm that comes from
visiting honored graves, and seeing
treasured relics, arises from a fervid
imagination. A lady, writing in Ar
thur's Magazine, illustrates this truism
by an anecdote. She says that many
years since, before the age of steam
aud telegraph, her aunt, while return
ing to Richmond from a visit to Phila
delphia, under the care of Bishop
Moore, accepted an Invitation to dine
at Mount Vernon.
Arriving there early In the day,- my
aunt felt so much excited at the idea of
being at the home of Washington, the
Father of His Country, that she deter
mined to visit his tomb alone.
Without making any Inquiries, she
proceeded through the grounds till aht?
reached a stnull building covered with
evergreens, which she took for granted
was the last resting-place of Genera
Washington.
After shedding a few patriotic tears,
and experiencing much exalted emo
tion, she plucked a bunch of ever
greens, and at dinner whispered to
Bishop Moore what she had done.
Late In the evening, it was proposed
for the whole party to visit the tomb,
which was entirely In a different direc
tion from the place she had that morn
ing visited.
She was much surprised and she In
tended keeping silent: but BishoD
Moore, with great simplicity, called
out:
"Why, Deborah, where are the ever
greens of which you told me? I see
none here."
But my itnnt unobtrusively retired
without giving him any explanation.
and, on her return to the mansion, she
ascertained that she had went over
the Ice-house!-
Wisely Directed Ambition.
Hon. Chauncey M. Depew tella the
story of his visit to the mechanical de
partment of Cornell University. He
found at the head of It Professor Mor
ris, who claimed him as a superior of
ficer, giving as a reason that he was
an old-time worker on the New York
Central Railroad.
"How did you get here?" said Depew.
"I fired on the New York Central. I
stood on the footboard as an engineer
on the Central. While a locomotive en
gineer, I made up my mind to get an
education. I studied at night, and
fitted myself for Union College, run
ning all the time with my locomotive.
"I procured books, and attended, as
far as possible, the lectures and recita
tions. I kept up with my class, and on
the day of graduation, I left my loco
motive, washed up, put on the gown
and cap, delivered my thesis, and re
ceived my diploma, put the gown and
cap In the closet, put on my working
shirt, got on my engine, and made my'
usual run that day."
"Then," says Depew, "I knew how
he became Professor Morris." That
spirit will cause a man to rise any
where, and in any calling. It is am
bition, but it is ambition wisely direct
ed, aiming not at the goal for such an
ambition produces envy, scheming, dis
content and weakness but bravely
ami cheerily aiming at oneself, seeking
to make oneself fitted for higher work.
When this Is accomplished, the oppor
tunity for higher work Is sure to come.
A Depraved Male.
There are many amusing stories told
Must rating life among the O'.l Do
minion darkies, showing their quaint
and seemingly unconscious humor.
The Xew York Press'adds the follow
ing: A young mule was shipped on a
freight train to a farmer in Fauquier
County. Aj tag, bearing the shipping
directions, was tied to a rope about
his neck. In the course of the Journey,
hungry, and the mule's natural de
pravity, tempted him to chew up both
tag and ropo.
This gave the darky brakeman great
concern. He hurried to the caboose
and saw the conductor.
"Mars George," he cried, "fo de Lord,
wliar you 'spects to put off dat colt?
lie dune cat up whar he gwlne!"
0R He Suffered Dania;o.
Lord Llgonler'a death was once erro
neously announced lu the newspapers
aud be was eager to prosecute thorn.
His lawyers, however, assured him
that he bad no case, having suffered
no damage.
I here," he said, "you are verv much
let me out pretty soon, won't you?" , ' , r ' niu-h
'Til let you St when the snows JZ LlT "25
away If you behavs yourself. See, it's
beginning to fall no."
"Yes, and I'm good for six months
of It."
When young Bradshaw's father and
the Vice President of the mine with a
party reached the shoulder of Baldy In
great fortune, who thought I was but
74. The pa pers said I was 80 and now
she will not have me."
There Is no denying a man's lore Is
fiercer than a, woman's; this account
for the fact that It burns out so much
quicker.