Loup City Northwestern
J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher.
iLOUP CITY, • - NEBRASKA,
Fighting Ruinous Iron Rust.
A bitter and disgusted wail has gone
■up frojn the farmers of the United
States in regard to the miserable
quality of the wire fence they are
obliged to use. So writes Rene Bache
in the Technical World Magazine.
They can hardly get along without it,
• but it is most unsatisfactory by reason
of the rapidity with which it is de
stroyed by rust. Of course, this
means to them much trouble and ex
pense, and they have been making a
good deal of a row about the matter,
even appealing to the government for
belp. In response to this agitation,
the secretary of agriculture, Mr.
James Wilson, some time ago, ordered
a special investigation to be made, the
task being handed over to Dr. Aller
ton S. Cushman. Since then the in
quiry has been earnestly pushed, and
many things have been learned which
had not previously been suspected—
especially in relation to the true cause
of the rusting of iron and steel, which
is very different from what has always
been popularly supposed. The writer
goes on to describe the methods adopt
ed for improving the quality of wire
and for guarding it against rust.
Great crowds follow Countess
Szeeheny about when she appears in
Budapest, “rubbering," as one might
say in America, at the richest woman
in the world. The count affects to be
sore, but, suggests the Chicago Daily
News, maybe he is pleased to know
that his countrymen appreciate his
taste in beauty and dollars. We are
apt to hear much about the vulgarity
of Americans when they crowd round
the entrance of a church in N'ew York
to get a glimpse at the performers
when native money and a foreign title
are being united in the holy bonds of
matrimony. Budapest appears to be
composed of about the same kind of
people. It is a pretty safe bet that
human nature is much the same the
world over. The ordinary human be
ing wants to see whatever is being
talked about. If Countess Gladys will
walk down the street to market every
day and carry home a basket of eggs
on her arm very soon no one will no
tice her except the man who wants to
get her trade.
America has offended some of its
profoundest European critics by its
chronic optimism. What an American
philosopher calls the religion of
healthy-mindedness flourishes in this
country more than in any other; our I
determined good cheer and faith in
prosperity make the sad-eyed world
shake its wise head. Tbe same critics J
will no doubt find another example of j
our incorrigible shallowness in the
National Prosperity association, re
cently formed in St. Louis, and will
think its motto, “Give us a rest and
sunshine," hopelessly silly. But un
derneath this campaign of optimism,
;says the Youths' Companion, is some
hard American business sense, and I
boards of trade and other business or
ganizations all over the country have 1
joined in an application of mind-cure ;
to the financial depression.
A woman borrowed eggs of a neigh- :
bor when eggs were at 24 cents a
dozen. She returned the eggs, the j
same number, when the price had
fallen to 12 cents. The question is. \
has she paid her neighborly debt? |
This problem is said to be vexing a j
Kansas town, and the settlement of it
involves a great principle. Shall the
borrower of a cup of molasses, a table
spoonful of butter, a hod of coal re
turn the loan in kind and quantity, or
figure the equivalent in the market
price? The satisfactory answer is that
repayment should be made before the
market has time to shift. But the
controversy will not arise if there is
no borrowing.
The first woman to practice law in
this country was Margaret Brent.
Lord Baltimore, then governor of
Maryland, asked the legislature that
she be appointed executor of her rela
tives’ estate. One of the learned
members said (hat it were better that
the estate be lost than a woman ap
pear to make an argument before ,
them. Margaret Brent, however won
her case. A few years after the civil
war, when Mrs. Carrie B. Kilgore ap
plied for admission to the law depart
ment. of the University of Pennsylva
nia, she was told by the then dean
that "when niggers and women are
admited to the law school he would
resign.”
A Berlin college professor is asking
for information from the rest of the
world as to how long a dream lasts.
Much depends on the length of the
dream, something on the alarm clock
and more on the fiendish tin-horn toot
ers.
The farmers are not nearly so vio
lent against the automobile as they
used to be. Besides, as they are run
over from time to time, there are not
nearly so many of them.
New York city is going to rebuild
many schoolhouses as a result of the
Collinwood fire, i hat terrible tragedy
may be the saving of many more lives
than it cost which is no consolation
for those who mourn the children lost
in a death trap.
Undertakers are giving away cigars
as an inducement to purchase coffins.
A surer way to promote trade, says
the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, would be
to substitute cigarettes.
IRCWWAY
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SYNOPSIS.
The story opens during: a trip of the
“Overland Mail” through the Rocky
mountains. “Uncle Billy’* Dodge, stage
driver, Alfred Vincent, a young man, and
Phineas Cadwallader, Introduced.' They
come across the remains of a massacre.
Rater at Anthony’s station they find the
redskins have carried their destructive
work there also. Stella Anthony, daugh
ter of Anthony, keeper of station, is in
troduced. Anthony has been killed.
Vincent is assigned his work in unearth
ing plans of enemies of railroad being
built. Vincent visits town where railroad
men are working on the road and receives
token of esteem from Stella. The old
stage driver decides to work close to
town in order that he may be able to
keep fatherly watch over the young
woman. She is engaged as a tutor for
Viola Bernard, daughter of hotel land
lady. Vincent visits society circles of en
emies of the Central Pacific railroad and
learns their secrets. He returns to Stella,
each showing signs of love for the other.
Phineas Cadwallader, pushing a railroad
opposing Central Pacific, reaches mining
town. She writes to Alfred Vincent his
boast. Plying his attentions Cadwallader
insults her and she is rescued by Gideon,
her father’s servant. In turn he proposes
marriage, is rejected, leaves her declaring
he will return the sort of a man she will
love. Vincent “shows up” San Francisco
and Washoe road and is praised by gov
ernor and heads of Central Pacific. Be
ing known as agent of C. P. he decides
to retire to position of a brakeman for a
short time. Stella hears from her lover.
Gideon, and of his phenomenal success.
Finds letter of importance involving plans
of opposition road. “Uncle Billy” returns
in terrible suffering from long mountain
trip. Plot to destroy company’s ship
Flora is unearthed and incriminating evi
dence against Cadwallader on charge of
wire tapping is also found, the letters
found by Stella being deciphered by
Brakeman Alfred Vincent, who arrives
on scene. Impending disaster to Central
Pacific is averted by protecting the
Flora and sending the ship laden with
iron for railroad camp. Phineas Cad
wallader faces prison on charge of wire
tapping and has interview with Gov.
Stanford, sponsor for Central Pacific.
Phineas signs statement, promising that
he will enter the governor’s cause and
the latter tells him of a perfect chain
of evidence connecting him with plot to
blow up “Flora.” Support of San Fran
cisco and Washoe railroad is under
mined fry sale of a link to Central Pacific.
Stella and Alfred show love for each
other despite hostility of Gideon. Ball
and dramatic performance proves big
social occasion in railroad town. Alfred
and Stella pledge Their troth and former
is compelled to leave on company busi
ness. Mrs. Bernard leaves for scene of
husband’s recent “strike,” leaving Stella
in charge.
CHAPTER XVI.—Continued.
Ingram, Finn and Gould’s train soon
began to move. Through the long af
ternoon. excitement, hurrying orders,
smothered expletives filled the air,
penetrating even to grandma'am’s
room. One after another the teams
pulled out, six mules, eight ten, some
times 16 or 18 animals. There were
“back-actions" and "double back-ac
tions;” mules and horses hitched to
gether, and many teams of horses
alone, while at the rear a few plodding
oxen bent patiently to their slower
journey.
Finn and Gould were in Sacramento
and Idaho respectively. Gideon was
trainmaster, and would shortly pass
and precede the train to look out for
its welfare on the way. Before riding
off he sought Stella. She was unaware
of the quick admiration he had in
spired in her, till she divined it from
his satisfied, eager gaze. In the old
life he had been but a quick-tongued
boy she could always lead with her
calmer will. He had left that day on
the hill a determined, passionate man,
yet yielding to her still. But now he
returned a conqueror. She felt it in
every movement of his large body, in
each word of his confident speech.
Stella was thankful that the bustle
of previous hours had held him cap
tive; that now she could plead her
own preoccupation as reason for giv
ing him but a moment.
"I know it, Little Star,” he said in
answer to her excuse. "But I'm com
ing back soon—it will be to you, and
for you, dear.” He stopped to kiss
her, but she pushed him away.
"No, no, Gideon! No man except my
future husband shall—”
"And that is what I—” Gideon be
gan passionately, when Jinny Dart
came for orders for supper.
"I’ll take good-bye and how-do-you-do
both when I come again, Stella,” Gid
eon said with significance. “I’m off!”
He closed the door behind him; yet
the tyranny of his presence remained.
Hack of his simple words lay a power
that gripped and held Stella to inac
ti6n. Not till the girl had twice spoken
did Stella rouse to present duty. Even
then her mind worked automatically,
and she breathed calmly only after
she had seen Gideon ride out of town
on his prancing horse.
CHAPTER XVII.
One More Step Up the Sierras.
On to Colfax! Fifty-four miles from
Sacramento; yet miles short of the
mountain fifty that must be finished
and accepted by the government com
missioners before the interest on the
bonds would become payable; finished
before the time limit expired, and with
that, the franchise!
The September sun looked down on
a new hive. The little terminus in
the gulch had slipped into history in
a night. Stables, shops, stores, sa
loops, shanty homes were taken down
in sections and moved on by flatcar or
prairie schooner.
Sally B., who gave Father Time’s
forelock many wrenches, was already
installed in her rehabilitated hotel at
Colfax when the first excursion train
whistled in, bringing officers and visi
tors to celebrate this one more step
up the Sierras.
The town, named for the reigning
idol of America, would always be a
junction for the travel of Nevada and
Grass Valley regions, and Sally B.,
taking note of this, rebuilt her hotel
with a glance toward permanence.
Proudly she led the superintendent’s
niece, Miss Amabel Hamilton, to the
best room, cloth-lined and gayly pa
pered. Proudly Sally B. set her first
banquet in the enlarged dining room;
and proudly Yic Wah in his new kitch
en rose to undreamed-of culinary
masterpieces.
Alfred was attached to Mr. Crocker’s
party for the occasion, a sort of gen
tleman-in-waiting to Miss Hamilton.
Vet during the bustle of arrival and
adjustment to rooms, he found a quiet
moment with Stella in Sally B.'s new
parlor; and the long weeks of separa
tion were forgotten in the space of
a clock tick.
There was no time for leisurely re
views, confession of loneliness and
counter confession—only a brief sec
ond with dreaded interruptions im
pending.
Alfred drew from his pocket a small
parcel and broke its fastenings.
“Oh, a golden comb for gold-brown hair.
And milk-white pearls for a neck as
fair:
And silver chains, and ail for thee;
To-day our ship come* home from sea!”
he paraphrased gayly, throwing over
her head a triple strand of Roman
pearls.
“Oh, how delicate and bonny!" Stel
la cried, slipping them through her
lingers. “1 never coveted anything in
my life so much as Juliet’s pearls that
I wore that night—except you,” she
added, looking up shyly.
“That's because they suit you, and
—” The rest of his reply was inaud
ible.
“Here is the golden comb, two of
them.” He tucked them in her hair,
trying them this way and that, with
lingering touches on the wavy bright
ness. "The silver chains are lacking.
pelled by the eagerness with which
some of the western women he had
met paraded that which Stella would
screen with the curtains of her heart.
There was real satisfaction in his face
when he spoke again.
•'I believe you’re right, mavourneen,"
he said, tenderness returning. "Do
as you wish with the little circlet.”
She drew from beneath her collar a
gold chain and locket. “My mother
died before I can remember; this is
her picture. Father gave it to me the
day I was 15. ” She opened the case,
disclosing a sweet face, and Alfred
bent to look at it.
“You are like her, but larger, more
—alive.” He looked up quickly. “Your
mother was—was—there’s a heartache
in her face.”
“You see it, too?" she whispered.
“I know father cherished her memory,
yet he would never tell me of her, less
of himself. And someway I’ve always
felt that she was very unhappy^ Stel
la closed the case softly. “I love her
dear face; and beside it jlour ring
shall stay. Day and night I’ll think of
it, and of you. I’ll call it a love-token,
not a pledge, my—”
A rustle near the door banished the
intimate moment. Alfred dropped her
hand and lowered his tone. “Dearest,
1 can’t control my time. Mr. Crocker
has requested me—that’s a command
of course—to show Miss Hamilton
about, amuse her till we return.”
“We?” questioned Stella wistfully,
dropping pearls and combs into her
pocket.
“Yes; I go back to Sacramento with
them to-morrow. To-day we are to go
over some of the grading. You must
go with us, though I shall have to pay
more attention to—”
“Oh. no! Don’t ask me. I'd rathei
stay—”
“Stella, I want you to meet these
people, wish to have them know you.
They are men you must know' and
^ meet often, if—if our hopes come true.
“I
"Oh, My Dear, I'm Afraid of the Ring!’
not because our ship's a canoe, rather
because I wouldn't let silver come
near you. There's not a silver tint in
your make-up. You're all creams and
browns, with gold hinting everywhere,
from your dear words to the little gol
den god that leaps in your eye when
your heart beats high.”
' Poetry!” she exclaimed laughingly;
but hushed, for he had opened a tiny
box.
“Diamonds are for you, dearest, if sil
ver is not.” He reached for her hand.
"J'm sorry the gem is so small. Some
day you shall have larger ones, and
many, like my mother; and—” He
stopped suddenly, for Stella's face was
troubled; and she put her hand behind
her. “Sweetheart! What's the mat
ter?”
“Oh, my dear, I’m afraid of the
ring!” she said tremulously.
“Why, Stella! What do you mean,
dear heart? You take the pearls and
the combs.” Alfred had easily fallen
into the custom of the time and coun
try in his purchase of jewelry for
Stella.
“Oh, yes. But the ring opens the
door to our heaven and lets the public
in. Uncle Billy might give me orna
ments or other things to wear; or Gid
eon might; but the ring—only you
could give me that. And—they will—
all know. I—”
“Are you ashamed of me, Stella?”
he interrupted, his voice touched with
sternness as well as with wounded feel
ing.
“No, no, no! But don't you see?
Women will nudge me. and ask when
it is to he, and who is the 'lucky man;’
joke me unbearably. Men will, too.
And you won't be here to—to help me.
Oh, don't you see?” she pleaded.
He put the ring in the box. “Yes, 1
think I can see,” he said dully; “you
wish no pledge between us.”
“Oh, Alfred, are you forgetttng what
we said that night when you were
Romeo, I Juliet? Is there anything
any article in this whole round world
that can hold our hearts closer?” She
held out a timid hand. “I'd like to
keep your ring, if I may, out of sight
till—till—”
“Till we're married? Then it won’t
be an engagement ring!”
“Must others see it to make it an
engagement ring?” She held up a slim
finger. "The day you say, ‘Come,’ here
it shall be. Till then, please tell no
one.” ,
. Alfred softened. He had been re
Resides, Miss Hamilton is the only
woman; the others are officials and
capitalists Mr. Crocker is entertain
ing. It will be much pleasanter for
her if you go. Will you?”
Stella hesitated. Not for the reason
that Alfred had asked her to “play
second fiddle,” but because the vision
of a small woman in neat traveling
garb following Sally 11. upstairs did
not increase Stella's confidence in her
self. A sudden feeling that she sus
pected was resentment astonished her.
She found herself angry because this
self-assured woman had invaded her
own domain. She took herself sharply
in hand. Was this the way she should
treat Alfred? Refuse his every re
quest? “I'll go because you wish it,
Alfred,” she said heartily.
Miss Hamilton entered, looking very
trim and fit in her cool, blue linen
gown, with hat, parasol and furbelow
in harmony. She acknowledged the
introduction prettily, bowing graceful
ly and taking Stella's hand.
“Dear me, Miss Anthony! How do
you manage that exquisite complexion
in this heat and dust? And how can
you look so sweetly serene living here,
where everything is in ^uch a jum
ble?" she rattled on after the first
wTords of greeting were past.
Stella blushed at the glib compli
ments. She hated herself for doubt
ing Miss Hamilton’s sincerity, and re
plied hesitatingly.
Alfred came to her rescue. “We
shall start in a few minutes. Will you
be ready and join us here? We'll wait
for you.”
“Oh, are you going out to view the
iron track with us, Miss Anthony?
How perfectly splendid! Get ready,
quick, there's a dear.”
The words were astonishing to Stel
la. Why did this stranger speak as if
they had been friends for years? Stel
la shot a glance at Alfred, but he 'gave
no sign of surprise.
in a vague, masculine way he tried
to send Stella an encouraging glance;
but he missed her eye as she stooped
to gather up wrappings and boxes, and
her wistful look from the doorway
was unanswered because Miss Hamil
ton had impressed Alfred's eyes and
fingers to her service.
“Dear me, Mr. Vincent! One of my
shoe buttons is unfastened. Will you
lend me your button-hook? Oh, per
haps you’ll—” She put out her pretty
foot.
Alfred was on his knee, back to
Stella, when she closed the door. Ail
the way upstairs she thought of the
little scene below. Wide as was the
gulf that separated Sally B. from her
self, she knew the type Miss Hamilton
represented was farther removed.
The coaches arrived and they drove
eastward on the stage road till they
came opposite the selected spot, when
they alighted and climbed to the high
er railroad grade.
Miss Hamilton took the center of
the stage quite naturally. She wished
to learn, took it for granted that Al
fred would be a willing teacher.
"Where in the world did you find
enough men? Mow many have you.
Mr. Vincent? A million?” She looked
up bewitchingly; and Alfred was not
impervious to the subtle flattery that
for the moment invested him with the
dignity of the owners and captains
of the road.
He smiled. “We liave just one two
hundred-and-fiftieth of that million,
Miss Hamilton. We wish we had
more. We're going to have more, if
we have to steal them."
Miss Hamilton admired the con
fidence in his words.
“We've more than 1,000 horses and
carts; and a $25,000 order has just
been placed for more stock and tools.''
“Are men so hard to get?"
“White men are. Chinamen less
hard.”
“Why don't you use more China
men, then?" she asked, glancing down
from a rock that jutted into the path.
“They're afraid of drill and powder,”
Alfred replied to the question.
They were on the grade now, creep
ing around the shoulder of Cape Horn.
Hundreds of feet above towered
straight granite walls. Thousands of
feet below, sheer and jagged, the
walls met the foot of the opposite
mountain; and in the narrow, crooked
crack at the bottom the American
river seethed and tumbled its tortu
ous way to the ocean.
As they came to a point where the
stupendous scene opened fully before
them. Miss Hamilton's gay chatter
ceased. Men hushed their talk of
stocks and bonds, purchase and sale;.
Stella, too. forgot the blood and flame
in her attire, forgot even Alfred and
his bright companion.
“This must be Ossa piled upon
Pelion,” Miss Hamilton said softly,
breaking the long silence. She looked
up. and below, trying to measure the
dizzying elepths.
“How ever did they get here first?
And how did they dare insult that rock
monarch with powder?” Miss Ham
ilton's gaze crept up, and up, to the
sky-robed summit.
“With ropes. They let men down
from the top, who picked out standing
room; and from that they worked a
narrow path around to the grade.”
“Got plenty of engines, Crocker?”
one of the visitors asked.
“Six engines and over 100 cars,”
Mr. Crocker replied proudly, “and as
many more ordered.”
“That isn't a beginning to enough.
You'll be dropping an engine or a car
over into that gulch every day.”
Miss Hamilton closed her eyes and
shivered. “Oh, how terrifying!”
“Mr. Crocker forgot to mention our
powder car,” Alfred added.
“Powder car?” she repeated. “Sure
ly Pluto and Proserpina will arrive to
gether when powder rattles over this
hot, rocky spot.- Do you think it is
so very far to--to-Tartarus?” She said.
"But you never heard of a powder
car like ours; it is iron-doored and rub
ber-tired,” Alfred explained. "And
we're surely deceiving their majesties
of hades, since the work at Summit
tunnel goes on ceaselessly, eating our
right of way six feet a day and night,
through the heart of the Sierras.”
“Oh, yes! Uncle Charley’s very
jubilant about that tunnel—indeed,
about the splendid way all the work
goes on.”
“If we only had iron, iron! That's
what hinders us. There isn't half
enough to be had in the whole coun
try."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
PUT GREA T FAITH iN GINSENG
Chinese Willing to Pay Fabulous
Prices for Roots.
Frederick D. Cloud, student inter
preter at the Shanghai consulate gen
eral, says: “Many of the Chinese be
lieve that when all other remedies fail
and death is at hand, ginseng has the
power to bring back health and lon
gevity; hence, when they feel the
need of it they will pay fabulous
prices for certain kinds of roots. A
root to be really valuable as a com
modity must come from the mountains
of Kirin or be reputed to have come
from there. It must be bifurcated, so
as to resemble as much as possible
the human form, and be semitranspar
ent, dry and flinty.
“Of course, the larger the root the
better and as it is sold by weight it
is not very unromracn for a good
specimen to bring as much as $100
an ounce. The value for such a root
is in its shape, its texture, the manner
in which it has been cured and the
region whence it came.
“But it must be borne in mind that,
out of a great quantity of roots, only
a very few of the kind described can
be obtained, so that the average price
of ginseng is even greatly less than
$10'0 per pound.’’
Consolation.
“Steward, how long will it be before
we get into the harbor?”
“About an hour and a half, ma’am."
“Oh, dear, I shall die before then.”
“Very likely, ma'am. But you’ll be
all right again when you've been on
shore ten minutes."—Marine Journal.
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(Copyright 190S, by Byron Williams.)
Fancies.
The horseshoe in the road is only
a superstition. I would much rather
find a wild rose. Not long ago I gath
ered a bouquet of wild roses and
slipping into my wife’s room. I held
them to her nose. She was asleep,
but soon she awoke with a cry of de
light. Ah, the rare perfume of the
wild rose! Its exquisite odor is un
equaled, and its delicate petals are
blended in a harmony of texture and
color almost divine. Who would pass
by a bit of ecstasy like this to pick
from the muddy road a cold, insen
sate thing—a cast off horseshoe?
☆ ☆ ☆
The pilgrim sleeps beneath the
stars. The moon watches over him
an^ he is not afraid. The grass is soft,
and in the morning the radiant east
awakens him with a courier from the
meadowlarks. The king turns uneasi
ly upon his downy couch and fears for
his crown. Without the massive walls
his soldiers keep their vigils and when
the morning is long past, his lordship
awakens with a start of apprehension,
i And yet we call one poor, the other
great!
AAA
The editor of the Burt (la.) Monitor
says: "Bro. Bilsborough of Fenton
has purchased a new job press. We
are pleased to see our Bro. editor
prosper. If he would get married
now he would have a complete office
and we believe make some lady a
model husband.”
V V
The Directoire.
From gay Faroe, i* s modesty, they've
brought the sheath skirt here.
It's made to fit the form, to-wit: I-ike
hide upon a steer!
But great hornspoons and early amoons,
how will embonpoint look
When dressed in a directoire gay—for in
stance, say our cook?
Of course a girl with wink and curl—and
PLUMP—would look—well, say.
Just let me know the hour they blow into
our town that way'
But, now, suppose, it scarecrow goes and
fixes up like that
And on the top of this new crop she puts
a widow hat!
Now. honestly, would you agree the
sheath skirt was a hit.
Or would you cry, "Get out. Oh, my, I
w.-fnt no more of it"?
For scrawny girls with corkscrew curls,
for fat ones built like l am.
The sheath skirt is a uta! iizz—for plump
ones, “jam what am!"
O O O
The Next President.
A hair tonic advertiser recently re
ceived the following letter in answer
to his ad.:
‘‘Dear Sir: Enclosed one of your
ads., a clipping of a paper. It is my
wish to say to you that I am to he the
next president of the United States. It
is a wonderful event to happen that
I am to be the youngest U. S. presi
dent. God does wonderful! 1 am to
be the youngest president ever before
in the U. S. White House. If you will,
keep this letter and tell all of your
friends and see about those men who
come to Chicago, Illinois, as the Repub
lican delegates to the national conven
tion. June 16. I want your state dele
gates of the-party. If you will
tell them, when I am the U. S. presi
dent, I will try some of your recipes
for my hair which is near bald on top
of head. At my own expense I will
have a special train to bring a lot
of your friends to see me in the White
House as president!”
Let's see, is it Mr. Taft cr Mr.
Bryan who is “near bald on top of
head?”
Popular.
He loved a proltv majden as he’d never
loved another,
But couldn't get her pa’s consent, and
neither could her mother.
He bought cigars and played the game
for all that there was in it.
But father said him. ‘‘Nay, nay, nay!
Not for a single minute 1"
He used to wander up at night and
help hint run the mower.
He helped him fix the lightning rod, the
front gate and the door—
But father still refused to yield or give
to him his daughter.
Although the neighbors wondered why,
and all believed he oughter.
Of course, one night they ran away and
she became his deary—
She wired to pa, "We're happy now—but
naturally some leary.”
The old man answered her."Come home!”
Twas messag • most caressing:
“Come home.” said lie. "and I will give
you both paternal blessing.”
“You see.” said ho to Pat McGuire, not
peevish nor complaining.
”1 liked trt have the lad about to fix the
fence,” explaining.
“And them seegars he gave to me- was
licking good, by gory—
I hated. Pat. to tell him yes and lose
him all to Mary!"
The Seventh Heaven.
In the Mohammedan religion there
are seven heavens, each a little finer
than the other, the last culminating
in the "supreme glory,” being full of
the ‘‘divine light which it is beyond
the power of speech to describe.”—
New York American.
Superstition in Persia.
One of the greatest trials of the
missionaries in Persia is to find means
for counteracting the gross supersti
tion that exists there among the com
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IMPRESSED THE LITTLE ONE.
Deportment of Colored Gentleman a
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I.ittle Elsie, who had recently re
. turned from a visit to Washington,
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ECZEMA ALL OVER HIM.
No Might’s Rest for a Year and Limit
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The Minister—You kept beautifully
still while I was preaching, Willie.
Did you like the sermon?
Kid—Xo, sir; but papa said he'd
spank me good and plenty if 1 woke
him ud.
He Had Broken Something.
Mrs. Wilson had a young Japanese
servant who had a habit of trying
to conceal from his mistress any
breakage of dishes of which he
chanced to be guilty. The good lady
explained that it -was wicked to de
ceive, and directed the Japanese to
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The boy promised to do as she ad
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was entertaining some friends in the
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peared in the doorway. His teeth
were bared in a childlike smile, and
his eyes sparkled with the light of con
scious virtue:
"Meesa Wirson, you ter ra me, when
break somesing to ter ra you. 1 break
my pants!"—Success Magazine.
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