The Loup City northwestern. (Loup City, Neb.) 189?-1917, October 26, 1900, Image 2

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A man never knows how much he
really loves a girl until she rejects
A scolding wife would doubtless be
successful as a railway engineer—Ehe
is always on the rail.
Eight years ago Slavation Army of
ficers were forbidden by the authori
ties to say “Hallelujah" in the streets
of Berlin; today the army pieets night
ly in twenty halls in the city.
The school children of Jersey City
were the principal contributors to the
Galveston relief fund there. They gave
about $1,100 in money, which Is $300
more than the mayor got from ull
other sources; and they also came
to school laden with wearing apparel,
canned fruits and vegetables, which
when arranged for transportation
filled eight trucks.
"Music has won more battles than
gunpowder,” snld a great general.
Certainly more flags have been taken
by Sousa's band the past summer than
by all our armies In the field. Near
ly every city In Europe has presented
Sousa with a civic banner, and hla so
called “American” music has marched
triumphant through camps usually
half-hostile to the "States.” May such
peaceful victories attend "The Stars
and Stripes Forever!"
A. R. Julian was a preacher at Chad
rou, Neb., three years ago. In the es
timation of his flock he was doing
good work, but was unable to reach
his own ideal of what a pastor should
bo. Therefore he bought a newspaper,
which he ran in vigorous, clean stylo
for over two years. And now, feeling
confident that his editorial experience
haa left him better fitted for pulpit
eering, he has sold his paper and will
re-enter the ministry.
Nothing has been heard of Princess
Chlmay for a long time, but probably
this is due to the fact that her do
mestic troubles are now at an end, and
that her husband has forgiven her for
her indiscreet adventures with the
Hungarian gipsy Rigo. The prince and
princess are now in Paris, and the
last that was heard of the violinist
ltlgo was to the effect that he was
somewhere in Africa. Photographs of
the princess are no longer on sale
cither In Paris or Vienna, and big
sums are consequently offered for the
picture of her as she appeared on the
Parisian variety stage.
There may he much scientific and
literary sympathy between nations
•which are politically uncongenial.
There Is a current medical proverb
in Europe that when a thing Is veri
fied on the banks of the Spree, as
well as on the banks of the Seine,
that is, when Berlin and Paris agree,
there must be something In It. So
much has been added to our knowl
edge of the physical history of the
race by study and experiments In
France and Germany, that the proverb
is worthy to be remembered when the
political relations of the two coun
tries are in question. Moreover, it is
net best for the world to emphasize
the fraternizings rather than the
estrangements of the nations?
A Swiss factory inspector reports
that two years ago a company of
workmen objected to an improved
ventilating apparatus because it would
breed rheumatism. This summer the
saita laborers refused to go to an
other building because it lacked that
ventilating apparatus. Since these men
seem to have learned a useful lesson,
why not import them to America and
distribute them about the country as
church janitors? An Ohio minister
recently had to stop his Bermon while
two fainting women were carried out.
An investigating stranger afterward
discovered that the Janitor had nailed
the new memorial windows so that
they could not be opened, because his
occasional substitute had a bad habit
of trying to air the church!
A terrible drama has just been en
acted at Algalba, in Murcia, a mad
prophetess as its central figure. She
is a young peasant woman of 24. nam
ed Teresa Guillen, who took to pro
phecy and preaching several months
Ago. ami after stirring up many dl.-or
derly pilgrimages was locked up us a
religious maniac. A fortnight ago she
was allowed to return home, and once
more crowds began to assemble, spell
bound by the impassioned ecstasy of
he rharanguca. She was preaching tie
fore a large concourse* of people, when
five gendarmes arrived to arrest her,
Tho ignorant peasants, worked upon
by the wild appeals of the sibyl, at
tacked the police with fury, and in the
fight which ensued, four gendarmes
were mortally wounded, while sixteen
persons In the crowd wen* *<>rton*ly
hurt. The woman's father and broth* r
were killed.
The people of Kansas are to cele
brate the fiftieth anniversary of the
admlaaion of that state to the In Ion
with an exposition to tie held at To
|» It a, the capital nf the aisle In 11*04
A strong organisation has best*
ft mod to perfect the plans
A new silver medal la to be leased to
all ranks uf all tke Itr(tints survive ac
tively employed during the operation*
In donth Arif a The medal will be at
V* * . I 111 » Mi - .1 w !h an t
center, having patron aavt blue
lUlfN uf ltd.
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CHAPTER VII.—(Continued.)
"1 uiank you. monsieur, for your of
fer,” Mollie said gently at length, "but
I must decline it. I am very sorry If
you feel hurt, but when you leave here
I hope you will soon forget it.”
“Wbat, you refuse!” he exclaimed in
credulously. “You will not accept my
warning? You will be my enemy?"
”1 hope not, surely. But If you are
my enemy I shall not be yours," she
answered steudily, backing away, yet
keeping an eye upon the glass doors.
For a moment the young man stood
gazing at her with more feeling in his
face than she could have believed pos
Mollie little knew how pretty she
looked, as she stood there in her white
gown, with the soft dark night as a
background, and the lights from the
drawing room falling on her curly,
ruffled head, nor the simple dignity of
the grey eyes that regarded him so
fearlessly. All at once hie expression
changed, und grew black and fierce,
distorted with evil thought.
"So you decline,” he hissed In her
uar. “You think you will marry that
long-legged, curly-headed soldier! But
disabuse your mind of that Idea. You
will marry me, Henri Dubois. 1 swear
it! Whether you love me or not, I
will be your husband. Oh, you will
soon be glad enough to escape from
madame ma mere, and you can do It
by me—only by me. Ah! how quiet
you are! Du you hear?*’
“Yos, and so will every one else,”
Mollie replied, standing very erect, and
eyeing with haughty disdain his ex
cited face. “I have listened to you
patiently, but I decline to be threat
ened or coerced. It may answer with
some people —It never did with l L'Es
irunge. ia‘l me pass.
For a moment Henri paused irreso
lute, glaring at her; then he gave way
a step, and she was through the draw
ing room and half way upstairs before
he could realize that he hud been baf
fled and refused by this girl of 19.
He had thought to reduce her to
submission, and at the first threat she.
usually so gentle, had turned upon him
fearlessly; and he, a coward by na
ture, failed to recognize, what his
mother dimly felt, that it was impos
sible to cower a spirit that rose high
er whenever danger threatened.
As for Mol lie, she was angry and
Indignant; yet, once in her room, she
could not help laughing.
"So I am to marry Henri, who will
devote his life to making me happy!’’
she murmured, as she brushed her
hair. "It will not be a money-making
profession for him. I have an idea
that once he had my wretched fortune
he would turn his devotion to his own
But from that night the life at
Chalfont became almost unbearable.
Madame openly espoused her son's
cause, saying it was strange Mollie
could refuse one so handsome and de
voted, for whom other girls were sigh
ing in vain. Slowly and steadily she
tried to force her into the hated en
gagement, implying that it would bo
a great relief to her mind to have her
married to so estimable a young man,
the only one she could countenance
for her; and well Mollie knew what ,
this latter remark meant—neither Mr. !
Anstruther nor any one else need ex
pect her consent. As for Henri, he
was worse than ever, following her
everywhere, sullen or sentimental by
turns, repeating his proposals when
ever he had an opportunity; and the
only friend she had in the house was
her little half-sister, Kate.
tor the e'-range child, * ver since the
Eiuster eve when she had Down to
Mollie for protection, had attached her
self to her with a quiet persistence that
was both amusing and touching. Every
night she found her rolled up in cne
corner of her lied asleep, or pretend
ing to be, nnd the fear of losing this
privilege made her try to cheek this
Irritability that was part of her tem
perament. and be more amenable to
the sorely-tried governess.
This much Mollie exacted, though
she would never have had the heart
to enforce It. for the little one's nerves
were In a terribly strained -tute, anil
Mollies ri. on seemed her haven of
refuge There she felt safe there,
dark or llitht. nothing could touch
her, there she never had horrible
dreams. Had ihlugH could not come
^ near Mollie, who w.i- si* sweet an I
Day by day she followed he<
about, at (list with -by defiance, at
last with unconcealed affection and ,1
funny motherly a I. Hu te. and ere th<
I foaea begun to bloom thei • wa* no
crime so great in tier »>iu ,i* to hurt
"What Is the Hotter' ask 1 Mottle
[ one morning when die found her
prancing about the lawn in a fury
! scolding like a young virago the s*r
de»er who was mark u* out a tennis
"kli*sea say* she •* n't h tvs n ■ ssid
hers *all ih* mm h- c •* i touch
tng his tap tn>l lti> |rsiit in or
d*r» 1 in* to mvih on. *'
“It la my lawn. I * *1 allow It*
lls baa no right ate i . a i l I shat
| tall Aunt flat* a ," »h it,
"But I would teach you to play,”
Mollie said nuletly.
It was no idle threat on Kate’s part,
she knew. Her father’s will strictly
enjoined that her wishes were to he in
dulged, and madamo happened to be
in a frightful temper that day.
“Would you like it?” demandea
Kate, stopping abruptly.
"1 think It would be nice.”
‘‘You can go on. John,” she said Im
periously to the man. “Anything Miss
L’Bstrange desires is to be done.”
It was the same in everything. Her
little face would grow haggard with
anxiety when Mollie drove with mad
ume, and she had ho peace until site
met her on the steps; while one morn
ing, when Mollie awoke, she heard her
murmuring away to herself, and a fur
tive peep revealed the little maid sit
ting up in her frilled nightgown, nurs
ing her knees, her llaxen curls falling
thickly round her shoulders.
"She is so pretty; look at her long,
curling lashes!” she was whispering
In a tone of satisfaction. “Hut I
should love her anyhow, for she la
niy sister; she is my own Mollie, my
very own Mollie!”
"My own Mollie!” Just what her
mother had always called her. Mollie
knew better than to move or distimb
the child, but from that moment she
was never "my half-sister Kate” again,
but the litfie sister her mother bad
left to her, to be guarded and shielded
by every means in her power, to le
loved and taught all that Mollie,
humble in her strength, could teach
her, that together they might struggle
along that narrow path which leads to
eternal life.
It was a hot August evening, and
after Mollie had heard Kate's hymns
and prayers—for which purpose she
always went upstairs after dinner—
she took a book and sat at the wide j
open window in preference to return- !
ing to the drawing room. She often |
did this now, for lately things had been j
worse than ever, Henri more persist- ^
ent. At first Kate tos3ed about, rest- I
less with the heat, but at length her
regular breathing showed that she
slept; and Mollie’s book dropped un- j
heeded, as she sat watching the har
vest lightning Hashing across the
darkening sky.
She was thinking of Reggie, who
had been obliged to rejoin his regiment
in Ireland months ago, without say
ing good-by to her, though he had
brought Joyce up to Chalfont to call
for that purpose. Madame had never
mentioned this. She only heard it
from Joyce later, when it seemed too
late to be angry, though she was very
She had missed him dreadfully. Rev
erton was not the same place some
how when there was no chance during
their walks and drives of seeing his
tall, upright figure swinging along, but
he used to send all sorts of messages
through Joyce, He would come back,
and, meantime, she devoted herself to
Kate, who daily grew happier and
more childlike. Mrs. Anstruther and
Joyce did their best for her; but
madame cut her off from every one,
and lately they had been away, which
was a great matter of regret, for it
was something to feel their friendly
presence near, though she was free to
wander in the woods and fields with
Kate in their absence.
tne scent of a cigar, chairs being
dragged along the pantiles below, and
voices, made her lean further out of
the window. Madame and Henri were
evidently sitting there: How clearly
their voices were borne upwards in
the still air—little they guessed how
plainly! Mollie would have moved
away, feeling that she ought not to
listen had she not caught a few words;
then she leaned forward with ail her
“Kate's money cannot he touched. 1 ]
have got all I can -every farthing. 1
literally do not know where to turn for
a penny." And tnadame's voice sound*
cd harsh and weary. "You must
mnrry the girl; her fortune will last
you for a time. I can do nothing more
"Hah! Marry the girl!" He mimick
ed her angrily, "It Is easy to say. but
•he will not have me Truly, me mere,
I have a respect for her more than I I
have felt for any woman before. When
I I" h Into th>*< t>e ititlfiil eyes uf hers, 1
so young, so frank I want her as 1 j
have » Mlted no one else Were she i
my wife | could trust her absolutely,
1 would even try to be a good hus
band '*
Y‘U I « if '' m * I me said Jeal
“ fMre now you will upbraid me 1
f ir that'" he sneered “Hut she will :
B of have me she adores that An- 1
•truiher. tl * y bite in Kng »h fashion i
Y«»u may site up all of bend
tug la le.U Mu| iw to our wilt unless
you iwm get her away frost Heterton
('uiutt to Hurt ,, "
I vann»t Tmi knov by yottr \
uncle's aid I *m otdtgid t*» ties at
• Kathsi with hale OH, if I could
only get away from the place get
: awayl Aasd I ar tales tone a lib
strange trembling Intensity that was
almost a wall.
“There, do not begin that!" he mut
tered, with callous Impatience. "To
continue from where we started, I
must have money! You have large
sums for both girls."
"You have had most of It." she re
torted. “As also that largo sum
through your uncle's check."
“Hush! we need not speak of that.
You have been ever the best of moth
ers, os also the handsomest."
“Alt, Henri, my eon, you are my all!"
she said. In a softened voice. "All I
want is your love, and now you would
cure more for this girl. Now. listen,
you must marry her, for in that way
1 can assure your fortune. True, her
fortune Is not so large as Kate's, but
did anything happen to the child she
would have all. Kate is very delicate.
Any one can see that. And it would
surprise no one if, after your marriage,
she did not live long."
There was a moment’s silence. The
listener above started and clenched her
hands. A match was struck. Henri
was evidently lighting a fresh cigar.
Then his high voice said lightly:
Ah, ma belle mere, you are clover!
1 hat is certainly to be considered. I
had thought of it also!"
1 hey had moved into the drawing
room, and Mollie, white with wrath
and dismay, crept quietly to the bed,
and stood looking at the sleeping
child. Poor little girl! Her whole
life she had been made the center for
the evil passions of others, and now a
fresh danger threatened her. "Touch
Kate!” thought Mollie, with beating
heart, as she gently brushed the fair
curls from the small thin face.
1 ouch her little sister! Not while
she, Mollie, could project her. And she
would rouse all Keverton; she would
fight them by every means In her pow
er, before this nervous, excitable child
should suffer further. Then she re
membered that she herself was Kate’s
great safeguard, so long as she dlu not
marry Henri. And she would die
rather; for the child was madame's
largest source of income, and would
be cared for accordingly.
But as she sat In the garden the fol
lowing afternoon she felt sick at heart.
How could these people be so wicked.
I.ying back in an American chair,
looking up into the great trees, she re
flected sadly upon the terrible abuse
ui xuuuf*y.
People would do anything for it—
scheme, lie, and cheat; and what did It
come to in the end? for “They brought
nothing into the wdrld, neither can
they carry anything out.”
She and Kate were very fond of this
part of the garden. They spent all the
hot afternoons there, and madame
and Henri were out today, so it was
very peaceful.
Suddenly a bird in the bushes sang
a few notes, then a very clear whistle
followed; but it came from no bird's
throat—it was a tune she knew well,
but never expected to hear in the gar
den at Chalfont, and she sat up eager
ly and looked round.
There was Reggie, who ought to
have been a hundred miles away,
standing a few yards off, clad in riding
clothes, whip In hand, and a smile on
his good-looking young face.
“Well, what are you doing here?”
she cried in amazement, with a decided
access of color. "Why, your people are
away! ”
“Oh, yes; but I have Just run down
about the horses, you see,” returned
he glibly, coming quite close. "No;
bother the horses. That Is not It at
all. So you remember the old tune,
“It would be funny if I did not. You
never whistle anything else.”
“But I never sang the words for
you, did I? They go like this”—and
in a clear mellow voice, Mr. Anstruth
er softly trolled them out:
“ 'Won’t you tell me, Mollie darling,
That you love none else but me?
For I love you, Mollie darling—
You are all the world to ms.’
(To be continued.)
Democracy of the press.
The newspaper press is the most
democratic institution on earth, says
a New York writer. Wluiln the panes
of a daily journal all classes come to
gether on the same level. Payne
Moore and Mrs. Astor are mentioned
in the same column. William C.
Whitney and Brown, the expressman,
have their portraits published side by
side. Toduel Sloane, the Jockey, and
J. 1‘lerpont Morgan, the financier, di
vide oodles of space. The convict in
the penitentiary Is exhibited along
side of the Christian minister of tb.
Gospel. The bloodthirsty Boxer and j
the peaceable peasant of Piedmont
have their say In the same style of
type. A Newport cotillon and a Texas
lynching are equally displayed. The
newspapers play no favorites AP
knowledge is their forte, all news then
capital stock The red hat of the car*
dlnal is no redder to them than thl I
red gore that is spilled in the roped j
arena. The bluest blood of the revo- |
lutlon is treated with no more resi>*©t ;
than the blue nose of a Cap© Cud Ugh
4mrrlrdn I In I hin t.
Ah • ri .in ini f« hml lu lion*
hong spppiles the China '»•>- * with
n. . , a • an 1 i c., t |,n•' • Hi*
nan • i I t . in i' fiiig
llsh records, but be and bta biisin*as
n«i• rtbeK'ss are Aiuertc m vt iae»t
ten him*** in Hawaii do a retnutiera
tile Mislnvs* » 'll China, both stcort
tag 'i. t iiii|M>rtlaf r%« Avon an
Trading e uiipaay, whiih ustiail» p
r« s*. a* J as a «*pan«*a bouse, *>
Its agencies in China and d*««g a
biOaes* with that laud lam Ai.gsos
wtadlne I July of 1'aroo Company ff»»
111 and Mr. Bargees Took Hit Fart,
laiperNonatlng a Woman, and Made a
lilt by Ilia Oddity.
Few people who night after night at
:he Park theater laugh at Neil Bur
gess’ Abigail Prue know that but for
an accident he never would have es
sayed the character, and there never
would have been a "County Fair" or
i “Widow Iledott.’’
The accident happened in Provi
dence, when a lady who did leading
business in farces was taken ill and,
to please the manager Neil Burgess
played her part. Notwithstanding
that he had a perfect horror of im
personating a woman, he made a hit
and from that time on was fated, sp
he says, to play fcma'.e characters.
Mr. Burgess Is on the shady Bide of
GO and it was about 20 years ago that
the public llrst discovered in him a
toinedinn. The role which he attempt
Kl in Providence was that of the con
tent ioncl old maid. Taking his orders
from the stage manager, who was ob
liged to find a substitute for the lady
here referred to ut a moment’s no
tice, Neil Burgess donned female at
tire, rushed on the stage and, tripping
all over himself, attempted as best he
could to conceal the fact that the dress
was far too short. Not until he was
before the footlights did it occur to
him that he had forgotten every line
of the text. In the spasmodic cudgel
ing of his brain to recall something
of the part, ho pressed his cheek with
the tips of his fingers, simpered a lit
tle and thus unconsciously struck a
pose and an expression that, in Its
suggestiveness of the elderly spins
ter’s demonstrative timidity, tickled
nis audience.
That pose and expression was the
key to Burgess’ fortune. The cue it
gave he made the best of by attitudi
nizing and dipping into the dialogue
us much as he could, continuing the
simpering and the gurgling until the
house resounded with laughter and a
hit had been made. Two or three
nights later the actress recovered her
health and took up her task, but the
manager of tne theater summarily
discharged her, claiming that she was
a failure.
The incident, meanwhile, had de
termined burgess' future work. For
a time he played female roles In
farces. Then somebody wrote for him
a play, and later he constructed his
own “Vim,” but In neither had he
made money. Then it was that still
another chance proved lucky for him.
Among the audience who saw him
play "Vim” at a Toledo theater one
night was a Jolly-faced man, who
laughed with almost conspicuous vig
or, and who, losing no time, secured
an introduction to the actor.
David R. Locke was that man. The
brilliant and versatile Petroleum V.
Nasby had some time before that
made a comedy out of Mrs. Whicher’s
“Widow Bedott's Papers,” and Bur
gess came to him as a revelation. Out
of their consultations came “The VVid
ow Bedott,” christened just about 20
years ago in Providence. Nasby was a
partner In the venture, and traveled
with the company one season. That
was a remarkable tour, too. Nasby
was great on visiting newspaper of
fices. Rarely, and then only by acci
dent, did one of the craft escape him.
Burgess, who was indiscreet enough
to accompany him on some of these
visits, relates that the great politico
satirist invariably drew about him a
crowd of listeners while he told stories
and cracked Jokes, and Incidentally
boomed the show. On each opening
night he was duly called before the
curtain, and he always made a funny
speech of thanks. In fact, the tour
was nearly a Nasby ovation, as ex
pensive as it was flattering.
Collection of Teapot*.
A Chicago woman, Mrs. Helen Crit
tenden Adams, is the possessor of
more than 200 teapots. Mrs. Adams
has been about eight years in collect
ing this remarkable aggregation of tea
receptacles and some of her posses
sions are extremely valuable and
unique, says the Pittsburg Dispatch.
She bail a friend who had spent much
time in the Orient and made a large
collection of teapots during her resi
dence there. This find Mrs. Adams
to emulation.
The teapots are collected from nil
the four quarters of the globe and each
one has an interesting history. This
history their owner lias set down in a
book, together with the date upon
which the pot came iuto her posses
sion, There are larger collections in
the country, but few of them (Ntssesa
as much historic value as do those of
Mrs. Adams.
|(m« k Hrlnga NhtiMrr*.
At the monthly mi-tins of the Perk*
County t Pennsylvania i Agricultural
society. President James Mcttowan at
tributed the excellent condition of the
crops in the southern portion of H> ik«
county to the heavy idsating that |»
done at the Trapp* twit qtt tries, near
Hampton. II > charges of dynamite
are used, and the fevsytiepaticMSe art'
It — • rd for wilts arotta I The very
vy blasts srs invariably followed
t.y showers of rain, and It Is the fre
qu* tit showers that hate helped the
scort Mm I t* ***,!
a t oarer* slice, n»n progressive
Steer of tv tetfunsry tcn*t*nctes chased
a Chicago shift *sl«t man through the
link yards sad situ- st denuded hint
Frluco LanndrlM.
At San Francisco the board of bo
pervisors lias passed ilU ordinance re
ducing the hours that laundries may
be In operation each day, which 1b
designed to reduce the hours of labor
of the overworked employes of these
concerns from fifteen to twelve hours.
A girl probably wants to give a
man the slip when she gives him an
icy stare._
The total number of emigrants to
Canada for the six months ended
June 30 was 24,930. _
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do in my place, as what shall I do
with him in my heart.
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