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THE ADYEBTISEB.
G. W. FAIRBROTBER & CO., Publishers.
BROWNVrLLE,
NEBRASKA
THE SONG OF Xtt G FLIRT.
Hood's Own for Somebody Else.
In the loudest things that are worn,
With her cheek a peculiar red,
A maiden sat, in a gentleman's Te6t
This one idea in her head:
To be stitched, stitched, stitched,
Tct a little more tight in her skirt,
The while, with her voice disdainfully
pitched,
She sang the "Song of the Flirt."
""Work, work, work,
In the broiling drive and row 1
And work, work, work,
At the stilling crush and show !
And I'm so sick of it all
That to-morrow I'd marry a Turk
If hed ask me I would I For, after this,
Tes that would be Christian work I
"Work! work I work!
On the lawn in the lazy shade i
Woik! work! work!
In the blaze of the baked parade !
Tea, and tenuis, and band
Band, and tennis, and tea
If I can but ogle an eldest 6on,
'lhey're all the same to mel
"You men, do you dare to sneer,
And point to your sisters and wives!
Because they simper 'Not nice, dear;'
And if they had ne'er in their lives
Been 6titched, stitched, stitched,
Each prude in her own tight skirt,
And wouldn't have been, without a blush,
Had she had a chance a Flirt!
"And why do I talk of a blush?
Have 1 much of modesty known!
Why, no, though at times, her crimsoned
cheek
Grows not unlike my own.
Yet, strange that, not for my life
Could I redden as 6hedoes, deep,
I wonder why color called up 's so dear
Laid on should come so cheap I
"But, work! work! work!
I with powder and puff and pad;
And, work! work! work!
For every folly and fad 1
W:th Imogen's artless gaze!
No! Phryne's brazen stare!
With soul undone, but body made up,
I've all the fun of the fair!
"So I work! work! work!
My labor never fags.
And what arc its wages? A spinster's doom,
And a place on the roll of hags.
Still I ogle away by the wall
A playful, kittenish thing;
Autumn well written all over my face,
Though my feet have lost their spring.
"So at times, when I'm out of breath,
And the men go off in a pack
To dangle about some chit just 'out'
Who smirks like a garrison hack
I try for one short hour
To feel as I used to feel
When a girl,if my boldness was all assumed,
My hair, at least was real.
"Aud at times, for a short half hour,
It seems a sort of relief
To think of Fred, and the few bright days
Before he came to grief!
My work! May be 1 Had I a heart,
My tears might flow apace ;
But tears must stop when every drop
Would carry away one's face I"
In the loudest things that are known,
With her cheek a peculiar red,
A maiden sat In a gentleman's vest
This one Idea in her head:
To be stitched, stlched, stitched,
Yet a little more tight in the skirt;
The while with her voice disdainfully pitched
(Some ears at the sound I wis, might have
itched)
She sang the "Song of the Flirt!"
3IARRYLNG FOR LOTE.
'I repeat it, sir; you can marry Miss
Norton, or I -will cut you off with a shill
ing!" "Do you wish me to marry a woman
whom I can not love, father?" asked
Fay Delmont, respectfully. "
"What right have you to say that you
can not love her, when you never laid
eyes on the woman in your life? I say
she's just the wife for a rattle-head
spendthrift like you. But there's no'
use in talking about it now. When she
arrives you can have the prhilege of
choosing between her and disinherit
ance that's all;" and Delmont, senior,
stalked out of the room.
"Ah!" thought Fay, arching his
handsome brow, "then I am to marry
Miss Norton, whether I will or not! I,
Fay Delmont, twenty-five years of age
and was never in love in my life, now
have my choice between marrying a
spinster of twenty-eight or thirty, or
freedom with my father's displeasure.
Heigh-ho! I'll take a run in the country,
and stay till the ancient lady has her
visit nearly out, and perhaps kind for
tune will favor me with a spell of ty
phoid or something else until she has
gone."
That afternoon Fay, armed with shot
gun and fishing tackle, left home for a
month of rusticating.
"Glad to see you, old fellow!" shouted
Ned Linton, who saw Fay approaching
the cozy farm house just as the sun was
setting behind a huge mass of purple
and bronze clouds. "You know you
promised me two years ago, when we
left school, that you would spend the
next summer with me; but you are none
the less welcome now, I assure you;"
and the two walked along the graveled
path where variegated pinks and touch-me-nots
grew on either side, and the
fragrant clover and climbing roses sent
out a cheery welcome to poor, tired Fay.
Sitting with Ned ;in the vine-cloved
porch, he had time to look around
him.
"What a perfect little paradise you
have here, Ned," he cried, enthusiastic
ally; "preferable, by far, to the smoke
and din of city life". What a splendid
perfume those roses have! May I pull
one? It seems so longsince I have seen
a rose that had the appearance of grow
ing wild."
"Certainly, as many as you like. Ella
trained those. She plants and cares for
all the flowers. But I forgot. Fay, you
never saw Ella, did you? Welf, you
shall though, and if she don't please you
I will set you down as a confirmed bach
elor and no mistake."
A few moments later, while Ned led
the way to the dining room, where Fay
was to partake of supper set for him by
hands that he had not yet seen, through
the door leading into the kitchen he saw
a form that made him forget where he
was, or who he was contemplating. It
was a lithe figure robed in cool blue and
white lawn, with blue ribbons around
the neck and among the wavy tosses of
the golden brown hair. Theloosesleeves
were turned back from the snowy dim
pled arms, and the deft hands were roll
ing out the finest, flakiest pie-crust that
ever Fay had set his eyes upon.
It would be no task, he thought, eat
ing his supper, scarcely tasting it the
while, to love a being like the one he
had just seen. "Ugh! Miss Norton
seems more repulsive than ever. I can't
see why my father insists on my marry
in Miss Norton, just because he and
her father were such warm friends."
Fay was more certain that he could
never marry her when later in the even
in cr, Ned introduced his sister, Miss El
latinton. He was glad that ehe was
Ned's sister, as he would feel more at
liberty to be sociable with her, as he
was almost sure he loved her already,
or should if he remained long at the
farmhouse. And, sure enough, three
weeks found him asking Ella to be his
wife.
"Only say that you will wait for me,
Ella," he pleaded, "and when I can of
fer you a home, then I will come for
you; for I love you, darling, as few men
love. I have never loved other than
you. I give you an undivided heart.
Tell me that you love me, Ella, and I
will carry your sweet image in my heart
until we meet again."
And there among the modest pinks,
the climbing C3'press, and the scarlet
verbenas, Ella placed her hand in his
and said: "I will wait for you Fay, let
the years be few or many; do not forget
me, and I will always be true to you."
And the next day Fay left her. He was
anxious to begin work for the woman
he loved, for ne knew thai his father
never broke his word. And one week
after his return home found him book
keeper in a large mercantile house,
working early and late, to the surprise
of all of his friends.
"What has become of the .antiquated
Miss Norton?" he asked his mother one
day. "I was in hopes she would come
and go during my stay in the country"
"She was detained, so she wrote us,"
his mother replied, "but we expect her
soon. I hope you will be gracious to
her, Fav; your father thinks her a very
estimable lady."
"Yes," Fa' said impatiently. "My
father expects me to marry her, and I
would sooner black stoves for a living,
as much as I respect his wishes."
A few days afterwards Fay's mother
horrified him by announcing the arrival
of Miss Norton, and, with much reluct
ance, he allowed himself to be carried
off to the parlor to receive an introduc
tion. Fay stood spell-bound when his
affianced bride stepped forward to
meet him ;but she bi ought him to him
self when she slipped her little hand in
his and said:
"Don't be angry, Fay; Ned told me
the first day you came to the farm, about
your running away from home io avoid
the antiquated Miss Norton, and he
thought it such a capital joke and urged
me not to tell you that I was only the
adopted daughter of Mr. Linton. So
you see," she added, her eyes brimrhig
over with happiness, "it is possible that
your father may consent to your marry
ing for love, after all."
Fay kissed the blushing beauty, his
own eyes filled with tears of joy.
"Yes, I can marry for love now, dar
ling," he said, "and ican have a home
for you; but it must be surrounded by
cypress, pinks and verbenas; for among
those I gained your promise to become
my wife."
Truth's Retraction.
The following i3 published as an open
letter from Truth to James A. Garfield,
repudiating the Morey letter, and de
claring it a forgery:
To James A. Garfield, presidentelect:
Sir: After searching investigations,
in which we have spared neither time,
energy nor expense, we have traced the
Morey letter to its origin, and ascer
tained that it is a forgery. Its acknow
ledgment is due to you from the journal
where the letter first appeared. It is
made voluntarily, and as -an :ict of sim
ple justice. For a while we believed it
valid, and that you were the author of
the letter. No bribe could tempt, nor
threats intimidate, us into making a
contrary statement; but having ascer
tained our error, it is a gratification to
us to give some prominence to this ac
knowledgment, and that we gave to the
forged letter itself, and therefore make
all amends in our power for the wrong,
of which Truth was the unconscious in
strument. Upon the instant that our
investigations convinced us that the
letter was spurious we privately in
formed you of our conclusion. At that
time we were advised that the ends of
justice might be impeded by a public
avowal, such as we now make. That
consideration no longer exists, and we
do to-day what an observance of the
principles upon which Truth was estab
lished, and by which it has been con
ducted, would have impelled us to do
immediately upon the discovery that the
letter wras a forgery, and which nothing
could then have prevented but a desire
to fasten the guilt where it belongs.
Truth published the letters in good
faith, believing thatyou were its author.
While we so believed neither tempta
tion, threats nor force could influence
us to repudiate it. Likewise, having
now satisfied ourselves of its spurious
character, no false pride nor selfish mo
tive of any kind can restrain us from
announcing our conclusion, thereby al
laying the doubt that now exists res
pecting its authenticity. Respectfully
yours. Truth.
SOME ADDITIONAL FACTS.
A. G. Jayne, the detective, who has
been working up the Morey forgery for
Truth, says that the plot was conceived
by Stilson Hutchins, of the Washington
Post, Colonel Headley, and a detective
named Lonergan. The envelope was
the one which Lonergan got Gen. Gar
field to send him, inclosing some seeds
from the agricultuial department at
Washington. Careful examination,
Jayne says, has shown that Lonergan's
address was erased.
Bridges and Sound Waves.
Standard.
Bands of music are forbidden to play
on most of the large bridges in the
world. A constant succession of sound
waves, especially such as come from the
playing of a band, will excite the wires
to vibration- At first the vibrations are
very slight, but they will increase as the
sound waves continue to come. The
principal reason why bands are not al
lowed to nlay when crossing certain
bridges, the suspension bridge at Niag
ra for instance, is, that if followed bv
processions of any kind they w ill keep
itep with the music, and this regular
step would cause the wires to vibrate.
At suspension bridges military compa
nies are not allowed to march across in
regular step, but break ranks. The reg
ular trotting gait of a large dog across
a suspension bridge is more dangerous
to the bridge than a heavily-loaded
wagon drawn by a team of large horses.
Railroad Building in 1SS0.
Chicago, January 6. The Hailway
Age, in its forthcoming number, will
present a summary, showing the mile
age of track actually laid down in the
United States for 18S0. The footings
are astonishing, showing, as they do,
that not less than 7,207 miles of new
track were laid during the past twelve
months, on at least 234 different lines.
These figures are greater than any other
year since 1871, "and the mileage is
greater by 54 per cent than that of
1879. The Age anticipates that the final
figures will increase the grand total to
7,000 miles, a mileage greater than has
been constructed in the United States
or any other country in any previous
year. The only state in which no work
has been done is Mississippi, and the
only territories are Idaho, Wyoming
and Indian (from which railways are
kept although eager to enter) and
Alaska. Another year will see large
additions to these territories. Dakota
leads the countrv with 680 miles of new
track; Texas next, with 659; then Ohio,
525; New Mexico, 519; Iowa, 445; Col
orado, 401; Nebraska, 385; Illinois and
Kansas, 840 each. The total mileage
the United States is 98,704, against 60,
383 in 1871 and 74,096 in 1876
UNCLE TOM'S CABIN.
Iilvlnis Character from Jlr. Stowe'
Famous Novel.
Correspondence of Cleveland Herald.
Comparatively few people are aware
that we have living in quit retirement
here in Oberlin, the original of a char
acter in fiction that is known even where
the name of Ohio is never heard. This
is Mr. Lewis Clark, the George Harris
of Mrs. Stowe's "Uncle Tom's Cabin."
Mr. Clark lives in a pleasant cottage on
East College street, about half a mile
from the public square. He is in needy
circumstances, and it was the purpose
of the lecture which he delivered in the
college chapel this evening to assist him
in the support of his numerous family.
In answer to my knock Mr. Clark came
to the door himself. I stated my errand
and inquired if I was a nuisance.
"Oh, no," he said cordially, throwing
wide open the door of his little sitting
room, and motioning me to a chair;
"never have I refused any one such an
accommodation as I could furnish them.
The agent of a New York company has
not been gone five minutes; he was try
ing to engage me to act the part of
George Harris in his troupe. But you
are perfectly welcome. They call me
'Old Accommodation,' and I always
want to deserve the name."
Mr. Clark is an unselfish, kindly, jo
vial man of some sixty-six years of age.
In personal appearance he is a light oc
toroon, with gray hair and beard, and a
little below the medium in height. He
is a man with tender sympathies and
generous almost to a fault Many a fel
low slave in bondage has blessed him
for his timely assistance. He came to
Oberlin about six years ago, with the
purpose of educating his children in the
union schools, none of them having
ever been in a school house prior to that
time. His eldest daughter, a young
lady of twenty years, is teaching with
marked success in Washington, Ind.
His eldest son, a youth of seventeen,
recently came out second best in the ca
det examination at Elyria, and has
since received from Annapolis several
offers of sub positions; these, however,
he has declined, since five years of
schooling does not satisfy him. "What
is your occupation, Mr. Clark?" I in
quired. "Pruning, sir, chiefly; but I do any
other work to support my family, and
even then I can't pay the rent on my
house."
"And yet you're happy?"
"Yes, sir; I'm happy as the day is
long; there isn't a happier man in
Oberlin. I'm full of gladness all the
time."
"Ah, here they come," he said fondly,
as five or six boys came trooping into
the room. A handsomer, more intelli
gent group of boys few white fathers
possess. He has nine children in all.
The facts elicited in the interview
embraced the essential points of the lec
ture to-night and considerable besides.
Mr. Clark was born in Madison coun
ty, Ky., about nine miles from Berea
College, in the month of March, 1814 or
1815. He was then the slave of his
grandfather, Samuel Campbell. His
lather was Daniel Clark, a Scotch wea
ver, and a soldier in the revolution. His
mother was a mulatto slave, Letitia
Campbell, the daughter of her own mas
ter. He was himself sold at the death
of Legree (Tom Kennedy) to Legree's
son, also bearing thename of Tom Ken
nedy, for $1,250. The latter was a kind
master, very much like St. Clair.though
addicted occasionally to drink. Mr.
Clark saw Uncle Tom whipped near to
death by the elder Kennedy. The orig
inal Uncle Tom was a colored man by
the name of Sam Pete. His present
address is Dawn township. Canada,
(Eresden, P. O.); he is very aged. The
character of Eva was drawn from two
or three little southern girls; one of
these is now dead, and with another Mr.
Clark dined four years ago at her home
in Stanford, Ky. Colwell Campbell,
St Clair, died "last year in Madison
county, Ky. Mr. Clark showed me a
linen wheel at which he worked for ten
years, acquiring the reputation of being
the best laborer in the country. He al
so operated the machiue invented by
him, as described in Mrs. Stowe's work.
He further showed me a sleeve of which
the material was carded by his sister,
spun by his mother, and woven by his
father, and which was worn by his sis
ter on the auction block. Afterwards
she sent it to him to tell him where she
was, as it was impossible to send a let
ter. This incident and several others
related to me (such as Eliza's throwing
her scarf in the river to lead her pursu
ers to believe she had perished) do not
appear in "Uncle Tom's Cabin."
When Mrs. Stowe got the information
from Mr. Clark, she did not tell him her
purpose, and indeed, afterward told him
that she had no purpose at the time.
Mr. Clark started for the north in his
twenty-sixth year, taking with him a
body-slave, Isaac. The timidity of the
latter, however, caused both to return,
and Clark two weeks later consumma
ted his escape alone, promising to re
turn for Isaac in a year. This he af
terwards did, but Isaac was dead. The
meeting at the tavern is fairly portrayed
by Mrs. Stowe. At Cincinnati he dis
posed of his horse, and went to Ports
mouth via the steamer Sylph. Here he
took a canal boat for Cleveland, arriv
ing at the latter place in 1841. He had
been told that Port Stanley was across a
big river from Cleveland, and wander
ing up and down the beach of the lake
for several miles, he thought it must be
a mistake, as he couldn't see the Port
anywhere. Only driftwood then lay
where now the union depot and Lake
View park extend. He finally secured
passage in a sail vessel and arrived at
the Canadian port in safety.
Drinking Blood.
It is comparatively only within the
last few years that the medical world
has recognized the vital properties of
blood when taken by the mouth as a
remedy against pythisis, or, as it is more
commonly known, consumption. Re
cently a reporter visited the crescent
city slaughter-house, below the bar
rack, New Orleans, for the purpose of
witnessing some patients take their dai
ly drafts of gore, and his visit was not
without recompense. Meeting the gen
ial superintendent, he gave many details
of blood-drinking which few people' in
our city know of. He said there are
now as daily drinkers some three or
four ladies and as many gentlemen.
The- reach the slaughter-house by the
cars from Canal street by about noon,
and stand near the slaughter pens await
ing the killing of an animal. A beef is
driven into the pen and the door is clos
ed. A butcher aloft on a scaffolding,
armed with a long, spear-headed pole,
watches his opportunity an 1 with a sud
den thrust, drives the steel point deep
into the base of the steer's brain. The
animal, paralyzed with the blow, drops
to the floor, when a secoud butcher ad
vances, and after cutting down a por
tion of the skin,severs the arteries of the
neck, and a crimson tide flows out.
The ladies have their large pint glasses
ready, and the butcher catches the blood
flowing in a pulsating stream from the
neck and passes it out, when the patients
drink it down while still warm and be
fore it has tiihe to coagulate. After the
slight feeling of disgust at the first
draught has passed away the patients
apparently relish it and do not evince
the least sign of hesitancy in taking it.
The taste is a sweetish, salty one, not
very different from that of sweet milk,
and is likened to that experience when
a cut finger is involuntarily put in one's
mouth to stop the pain. This taste lin-
gers in the mouth for a considerable
me, but the blood-drinkers donotcnm
plain of its blnsf unpleasant.
Mr. Dolhonde says that he has noticed
several remarkable results from it. One
a young lady, who, when she first went
down, looked ill and far gone with con
sumption. He could mention her name,
but it would not "be proper. After some
weeks' trial drinking blood she began to
improve, and to-day is well and hearty.
He mentioned several other cases where
like good results had come from it, hut
said some came down there in the last
stages of consumption, when of course
it was too late to do any good.
The ladies generally came to his office
and he, with pleasure, escorted them to
the pens about killing time, which is
after 12 o'clock.
The reporter then waited for some of
the drinkers to appear, and presently a
lady exceedingly thin, with a hectic flush
on either cheeK, got out of the cars, and
securing her glass, started with her es
cort down the walk leading to the abat
toir. A large, milk white Deef had just
been driven in one of the pens, and over
head with a pole poised, his executioner
stood waiting for a favorable opportu
nity to strike. The blow falls, the brute
lies trembling on the floor and in a mo
ment the knife at his throat has opened
the flood gates of hislife-tide. The lady's
glass was quickly filled and as quickly
handed to her. Without betraying the
least emotion she pressed the crimsoned
beaker to her lips, and without with
drawing it swallowed its contents and
turned away, as if she had just partaken
of soda water. There was none of that
gagging and nausea that cod-liver oil
excites, and the effect appeared to be
almost as stimulating and exhilarating
as a glass of champagne. A brighter
color came to her cheeks, and her eyes
seemed to gain a brilliancy they had not
before.
The Last of His Line.
Detroit Free Press.
We were grieved to read the other day
of the death of one of Michigan's jolliest
pioneer editors almost the last man of
a band who published weeklies in the
State when a coonskin would pay foi a
column "ad," and three bushels of corn
dumped on the office floor stood for a
year's subscription. Never a publisher
was more liberal with his space. It was
hard work for him to charge for any
thing except the tax list and mortgage
sales, and he measured short even on
them. One day in the years gone by
his paper copied an attack on a county
official, and old Mark was dozing at his
desk when the injured party stalked in
in and began:
"You are a coward, sir a d
coward!"
"Mebbe I am," waj the editor's com
placent reply.
"And I can lick you, sir lick you out
of your wrinkled old boots!"
"I guess you could," answered Mark,
as he busted the wrapper off his only
exchange.
"I am going to write an article call
ing you a fool, liar, coward, cur, slan
derer, and body-snatcher, and go over
to Iona and pay five cents a line to have
it published!"
"Hey?" qeuried the old man as he
wheeled around.
"Yes, I'll pay five cents a line to have
it published!"
"Say, let me tell you something," re
plied Mark, "I've got 200 more circula
tion than the Banner, and I'll publish
your attack on me for two cents a line
and take it out in milk feed or corn
stalks! Don't trot over to Iona when
you can help build up your own town!"
Mark would have published it arord
for word, just as he said, and throw in
a cut of a horse or a stump-puller free
gratis, but the official cooled off.
Proposed Ship Railway.
St. Louis, January 7. In an inter
view with Capt. James B. Eads, that
gentleman, when asked about the Nica
ragua canal and its prospects, said it
was simply preposterous to suppose
that the valley of the Mississippi would
consent to have a line established
across that isthmus, when it could es
tablish a better one across Tehauntepec
with a saving of 1,200 miles between
the mouth of'the Mississippi river and
ports on the Pacific; or, in other words,
it is about 4,000 miles by way of Te
hauntepec aud 5,200 miles by way of
the Nicaragua route from the mouth of
the Mississippi to San Francisco. It
was also preposterous, he said, to sup
pose that the Atlantic and Pacific states
would consent to have a line establish
ed across Nicaragua, when it would be
700 miles shorter by the Mexican isth
mus. In referring to the proposition he
intends to make to congress for aid in
carrying out his enterprise, Capt. Eads
said he will agree, as he did at the jet
ties, to demonstrate the superiority of
the ship railway over the ship canal at
his own cost and risk before any guar
antee shall be binding on the part of
the United States. This he proposes to
do by building the terminal works at
one end of tho line for taking ships out
of the water and placing them on the
railroad, over which heavily loaded
ships shall be run at a greater rate of
speed than can be obtained through the
Suez canal. The railway, he says, can
be ready in four years from the time
the first work is commenced upon it,
and he has no fear but what the gov
ernment will give him all the aid which
the enterprise requires.
Boycotting in Ireland.
What is the process known as Boy
cotting, and which is fast taking the
place of the shillelah and the shotgun
among the instruments of Irish protest
and resistance? It is a species of social
ostracism, enforced with pitiless severity
in the minutest details as well as in the
large concerns of life. The presence of
a Boycotted person is not acknowledged
by a word, a look, a gesture. Not only
is there no intercourse, but no business
is directly or indirectly transacted with
him. Nobody wLl buy his grain, his
fruit, his garden produce, his horses,
cattle, fowl or anything he has to sell:
nobody will sell him a pound of meat,
an ounce of flour, a gill of whiskey or an
hour's work. No one will give or lend
him assistance in any way, and no
money will tempt a man to approrch
his dwelling. Under such circumstances
a Boycotted person must stock his
house as if he were going on an Arctic
cruise, for otherwise, no matter how
large his bank account, he may starve
in the midst of plenty. Even when sup
plies have been procured from a distance,
he would lead the life of a castaway on
some desert island, with the stinging
conscience that, in his case, solitude
bore constant witness to the hate and
loathing of every human being within
reach of eye or ear.
The editor of a newspaper that has
adapted phonetic spelling in a measure,
received a postal card from an old sub
scriber in the countiy which read as
follows: "I hev the yer paper fur lev
en yeres, but if you kant spel enny bet
ter than you have been doin fur the las
tu niunths, you may jest stoppit"
He stood twirling his hat in his hand
in the hallway. It was about time for
the morning stars to begin their song
together. "Well," and he moved one
step nearer the door. "Well," she re
plied, as she stepped to the door also.
"Well, I I must be going. If"
"That's right, John if," and she
leaned her head on his shoulder, "if
you have auy conundrums to
ask, ask them now." He was meas
ured for a new hat and a pair of kid
gloves on that same day.
War kills its thousands, but a Cough
its tens of thousands Dr. Bull's Couh
Syrup, however, always kills a Cough
Price only 25 eenti r bottlei
THE i'ARXERS ORGANIZE.
Proceeding of tlie Nebraska State Al
liance. Pursuant to the call of the Melroy
Farmers' (dub, a meeting of delegates
from farmers' alliances and clubs as
sembled at the City Hall, Lincoln, on
January 5th, for the purpose of organ
izing a state fanners' alliance.
About twenty-four counties were rep
resented some by one delegate and
others by as many as twelve and fifteen.
Mr. J. Burrows, of Gage county, was
appointed temporary chairman, and
Mr. G. M. Dodge, of Dodge county tem
porary secretary.
It was voted "that all practical opera
tive farmers present be admitted to par
ticipate in the formation of the State
Alliance and be permitted to vote on nil
questions.
On motion the chairman was directed
to appoint a committee of five on con
stitution. The chairman named as such
committee, Ozman, of Gage; Saville, of
Buffalo; Pratt, of Johnson; Anderson,
of Fillmore, and West, of Otoe.
On motion of Mr. Ingersoll, it was re
solved that a committee of nine mem
bers be appointed by the chair to draft
resolutions; and that all resolutions of
fered be referred to said committee.
The chairman appointed Ingersoll, of
Johnson; Ritchie, of Seward; Wilkin
son, of Boone; Shugart, of Gage; Gray
bill, of Hamilton; Heart, of Clay; Arm
strong, of York; Rouse, of Hall; Morton,
of Cass.
The committee appointed to draft a
constitution reported. Several amend
ments were made, and the constitution,
as finally adopted, is as follows:
PREAMBLE.
We, farmers of the state of Nebraska,
baing convinced that an organization is
necessary for the protection and devel
opment of our industrial interests, ior
the purpose of effecting such an organi
zation, do adopt the following constitu
tion: ARTICLE I.
Section 1. This organization shall be
known as the Nebraska State Farmers
Alliance.
Sec. 2. The members of this alliance
shall consist of delegates, from the differ
ent subordinate alliances of the state of
Nebraska.
Sec. 3. Each subordinate alliance
shall be entitled to representation in the
state alliance as follows, viz: To one
delegate for each suborninate alliance,
and to one additional delegate for each
twenty-five members of such subordi
nate alliance.
article n.
Sec. 1. This alliance shall have juris
diction over all subordinate albances
now organized, or which may hereafter
be chartered by this state alliance in the
state of Nebraska. It shall have the
sole right and power to grant, suspend,
or revoke charters, originate and regu
late the means of its own support, and
to receive and decide appeals, and de
termine all questions f law and usage,
subject to the national alliance.
ARTICLE III.
Sec. 1. The olheers of this alliance
shall consist of a president, one vice
president for each judicial district of the
state, a secretary and a treasurer, who
shall be elected by ballot at the annual
meeting in September, and an executive
committee of three, whoshall be elected,
one for one year, one for two years, and
one for three years, and one thereafter
annually, who shall serve three years.
Sec. 2. The president, vice-presidents,
secretary and treasurer shall perform
the duties prescribed in Cushing's Man
ual. ARTICLE IV. FINAKCE.
Sec. 1. Each subordinate alliance
shall pa annually into the treasury of
the state alliance ten cents for each
member of such subordinate alliance.
ARTICLE v.
Sec. 1. There shall be a finance com
mittee composed of five, named by the
president, and subject to the approval
of the alliance, which shall audit all
bills before they are paid, and shall ex
amine the books and accounts of the
treasurer, and report as to their condi
tion on the day or night of every elec
tion. ARTICLE VI.
Sec. 1. The regular meetings of this
alliance shall be annually on the first
Wednesday after the first Monday in
September.
ARTICLE vn.
Sec. 1. No person shall be admitted
as a member of any subordinate alli
ance in this state, unless he shall be a
practical operative farmer.
ARTICLE VII.
Sec. 1. After the adoption of this
constitution no person shall be entitled
to a vote in, or to take part in the de
liberations of the state alliance, without
having credentials from a chartered
subordinate alliance, duly signed by its
president and secretary.
ARTICLE IX.
Sec. 1. This constitution may be
amended at any annual mepting of the
alliance by atwo-thirdsvoteof the mem
bers present.
Sec. 2. By-laws may be made not
conflicting with this constitution.
On "motion it was directed that the
chair appoint a committee of nine to re
port names for permanent officers of the
state alliance.
The following officers were elected:
For president, E. P. Ingersoll. of John
son. Vice-presidents, G. H. Gale, of
Gage, first judicial district; W W.
West, of Otoe, second; Allen Root, of
Douglas, third; George Seibhart, of
Hamilton, fourth; J. J. Saville, of Buf
falo, fifth; D. Hayne, of Boone, sixth;
secretary, J. Burrows, of Gage; treas
urer, W. A. Town, of Thayer.
The committee on resolutions report
ed. The attention of the legislature is
invited to the abuses and evils which
exist in the management of the corpo
rations operating railroads wholly or in
part in this state, and measures are
csked for calculated to remove these
evils. The resolutions further set forth
that the industrial and commercial in
terests of the northwest demand the
early opening and improvement of the
Missouri and Mississippi rivers, and the
completion of the Illinois canal; that
the Omaha and Piattsmouth bridges
having been built by the aid of munifi
cent grants of lands and money belong
ing to the people, the exorbitant and
extortionate tolls now charged for their
use should be reduced to the regular
rates of the corporations using the
same; that the scheme proposing the
withdrawal of large tracts of western
lands from the operation of the home
stead laws and allowing the same to be
monopolized by incorporated capital, is
opposed to the true interests of the peo
ple; thatourpresentlegislature is hereby
requested to memorialize congress in
favor of legislation carrying out the
above views; that the legislature should
elect a United States senator who is
publicly pledged to support by voice and
vote just and adequate legislation for
the promotion of the cause of cheap
transportation; that we hereby respect
fully request the legislature of Nebras
ka, at its session of 1881, to pass ade
quate laws for the enforcement of the
provisions of sections 1 and 7 of article
11, of the constitution of Nebraska;
that it is the sense of this meeting when
the members return to their respective
homes, they call mass meetings for the
pu pose of awakening a deep interest
in the objects of the alliance in the
mind's of the people.
The president appointed the following
fentlemen an executive committee:
hrader of Lancaster, Bigelow of
Thayer, McCarty of Ga3
And the following gentlemen as a
finance committee: Root of Douglas,
Swallow of Johnson, Fisher of Lancas
ter, Morton of Cass, and Ozman of
Gage.
On motion the alliance adjourned to
meet on the first Wednesday after the
first Monday of September at 2 p. m.
A Bis Nose.
I was standing on the platform of the
New York Central depot, in New Yoik,
the other day, waiting for the train for
Boston, when a woman, probably born
near the opening of the present century,
came up to me and said:
"You are a stranger tome, sir."
"Yes," 1 replied, as I looked at her
bonnet and wondered how many hun
dred years old it was. .
"I am sorry," she said with a sigh.
"Why so?" I said.
"Because if I felt acquainted I would
like to speak to you."
She had already spoken twice.
"Try and feel acquainted," said I en
couragingly. "Then you have no objections to me
telling you my story?"
"How many chapters are there?" I
inquired. "Is it long or short??1
"Short," she replied
"Begin," said I, "the train will bo here
soon."
"I am in distress," said the woman.
"What caused it," I inquired; "mince
pie or cabbage?"
"Oh, no, nothing that I ever eat hurts
me; it's a man."
"Ah, I see; your husband has left
you."
"No, that is not it I never was mar
ried." "Indeed; then you are in the mar
ket?" This was a slight deviation from the
truth, for she was aside of me in the de
pot. "Well, not exactly. I am engaged,
but I have an idea of breaking off the
engagement."
Heartless wretch thought I to myself.
"For what reason," I inquired.
"Because of something that I have
heard lately."
"WhatisitP" I inquired. "We haven't
had any thunder storm lately."
"No, but I hear that people after they
are married grow to look like each oth
er. What do you think about it?"
"I haven't any money upon it," I re
plied, "but yet it may be so. Tenny
son advances some such idea as that, I
believe. But what do you care if your
future husband does grow to look like
you?"
"Grow to look like me!" she ex
claimed, "I wish he would. That is not
it all. I am afraid.that I shall grow to
look like him."
"Ah, there's the rub." said I, as the
woman rubbed the lobe of her left e3r,
"But what if you do?"
"Why, he's all bent up with the rheu
matism," replied the woman, "and I'm
sound in every timber."
"But rheumatism can be cured," 1 re
plied. "More than that, he's as bald-headed
as a goose egg" added the woman.
"Would not Ilook pretty without any
hair?"
"On the contrary, think it would
rather detract from your charms," I re
plied. "Bt this isn't all he hasn't got a
tooth in his head. How would I look
without any teeth?"
"Bad," 1 replied, looking through the
depot to see if the train wasn't coming.
"More than this," said the woman,
"he's got only one leg."
"Probably the other is all right," said
I, to comfort her a little.
"Yes," said the woman "but he lost
one eye in the army.
"Then you ought to marry him out
of sympathy," said I, "if for nothing
else."
"I can stand all this very well," re
plied the woman, "but there is one
thing that I cannot swallow, and that is
his nose."
"But why do you want to?"
"Want to what?"
"Why swallow his nose?"
'I mean," said the woman, trying to
explain, "that I can't stand his nose
it's tremendous."
"Large, you mean?"
"Yes, perfectly frightful."
"Nature did not forget to remember
you in that direction." said I.
She had as big a nose as ever I saw on
a person of her size.
"No I've got a good big one myself,
but there isn't any wart on it," said the
woman.
"None that I can see," I replied.
"Well, that's the trouble: he hat got
a big nose and a big wart on the end of
that"
"Unfortunate," said I.
"I want to give you a conundrum,"
said the woman. "When he goes to
take a glass of water, which doyou think
strikes the liquid first, his lips or his
nose?"
"His lips, of course," said I, starting
for the train, which had arrived in the
station and was on the point of starting.
"No, sir," she replied, "the wart
does."
As I took hold of the door-knob, the
woman shouted:
"Shall I marry him or not?"
"I do not dare to advise you upon
so delicate a subject," I replied, as the
train moved off.
Seeing that all the passengers were
looking at me, I dropped into the first
seat that I could find, and did not speak
again for half an hour.
There the Case Dropped.
It was necessary on a certain occa
sion in court to compel a witness to tes
tify as to the way in which a Mr. Smith
treated his horse.
"Well, sir," said the lawyer, with a
sweet and winning smile a smile in
tended to drown all suspicion as to ul
terior purposes "how does Mr. Smith
generally ride a horse?"
The witness looked up innocently and
replied:
"Generally a straddle, sir, 1 believe."
The lawyer asked again:
"But, sir, what gait does he ride?"
The imperturbable witness answered :
"He never rides any gait at all, sir,
but I've seen the boys ride every gate
on the farm."
The lawyer saw he was on the track
of a Tartar, and his pext question was
very insinuating:
"How does Mr. Smith ride when he
is in company with others? I demand
a clear answer."
"Well, air," said the witness, "he
keeps up with the rest, if his horse is
able to, or, if not, he falls behind."
The lawyer was by this time almost
beside himself, and asked:
"And how does he ride when he is
alone?"
"I don't know," was the reply; "I
was never with him when he was
alone," and here the case dropped.
Indolence grows on us with suffer
ance. It begins by tying us with silken
threads, and ends with fettering us with
cart-ropes.
Charity is greater than faith, as the
fruit is greater than the blossom or the
bud; but without bud or blossom there
could be no fruit.
There are three miles of book-cases,
eight feet high in the reading-room of
the British museum. It is lighted by an
electric light in the dome.
A Reliable Remedy.
Plated aler.
Kidney-Wort, not only cures bad cafes of
piles and all disorders of the kidneys and liver
bat Is a reliable remedy for a debilitated con
stitution. It acts on the bowels as a mild ca
thartic, carrying off the obstructing tlement
aieh eMtte sIsebmi;
TWO LOVEB8.
BT OEOROE EUOT.
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring:
They leaned soft cheeks together there,
Mingled the dark and sunny hair,
Aud heard the wooing: thrushes sing.
O budding time I
O love's blest prime I
Two wedded from the portal stept:
The bell made nappy Carolines,
The air was soft as fanning wings,
While petals on the pathway wept.
O pure-eyed bride !
O tender bride t
Two faces o'er a cradle bent;
Two hands above tho head were locked;
These pressed each other while they rocked;
These watched a life which love had sent
O solemn hour!
O hidden power.
Two parents by the evening fire :
The red light fell about their knees,
On heads that rose by slow degrees,
Like buds upon the lily's spire.
O patient life 1
O tender strife 1
The two sit still together there;
The red light shone hbout their knees,
But all the heads by 6low degrees
Had gone and left the lonely pair.
O voyage fast I
O vanished past 1
The red light shone about the floor,
And made the space between them wide ;
They drew their chairs up side by side,
Their pale cheeks joined,and said, "Once more!"
O memories I
O past that is !
A Yery Realistic Artist.
San Francisco Post.
"Do you ahem! do you ever print
any art items in your paper?" asked a
rather seedy looking man with long
hair, a slouch hat and paint on his fin
gers, softly edging into the PosCs inner
sanctum the other day.
The managing editor glanced savage
ly up from his noonday sandwich, and
evidently repressing a desire to add the
long-haired party to his viands, replied
in the affirmative.
"Because," continued theyoungman,
scowling critically at acheap chromoon
the wall, "because if you cared to re
cord the progress of real aesthetic art
culture on this coast you might send
your art critic around to my studio to
take some notes."
"Might, eh?" said the editor between
chews.
"Yes, sir. For instance, there's a
mammoth winter storm landscape I've
just finished for Mr. Mudd, the bonanza
king. Its called A Hailstorm in the
Adirondacks,' and a visitor who sat
down near it the other day caught a sore
throat in less than fifteen minutes. The
illusion is so perfect, you understand.
Why, I had to put in the finishing
touches with my ulster and Arctic over
shoes on."
"Don't say?"
"Fact, sir; and then there is a little an
imal gem I did for Governor Glerkins
the other day portrait of his Scotch
terrier, Snip. The morning it was done
a cat got into the studio, and the minute
it saw the picture it went through the
window like a ten-inch shell."
"Did, eh?"
"Yes; and the oddest thing about it
was that when I next looked at the can
vas the dog's hair was standing up all
along his Dack like a porcupine,
N
ow
how do you account for that?"
"Dunno."
When the governor examined the
work he insisted on my painting on a
post with the dog chained to. Said he
didn't know what might happen,"
"Goodscheme," growled the president
maker.
"Wasn't it, though? My best hold,
however, is water views. You know
George Brtmley, and how abstracted
he is sometimes. Well, George dropped
in one morning and brought up before
an eight by twelve view of the San Joa
quin river, with a boat in the fore
ground. I'm blessed if George didn't
absent-mindedly take off his coat and
step clear through the canvas trying to
jump into the boat thought he'd got
rowing, you know."
"Have they carried out that journey
man with the small-pox?" said the edi
tor winking at the foreman, who had
come in just then to swear for copy.
"Small-pox? That reminds me of a
realistic historical subject I'm engaged
on now, entitled 'The Plague in Egypt.'
I had only completed four of the princi
pal figures when last Tuesday the jani
tor, who sleeps in the next room, was
taken out to the hospital with the most
pronounced case of leprosy you ever
saw, and this morning the boy who
mixes the paints began to scale off like
a slate roof. I don't really know whe
ther to keep on with the work or not.
How does it strike you?"
"It strikes me that you'd better
slide," said the unaesthetic moulder of
public opinion, gruffly.
"Don't care to send a reporter round,
then."
"No, sir."
"Wouldn't like to give an order for a
life-sized 'Guttenberg Discovering the
Printing Press,' eh?"
"Nary order."
"Don't want a seven by nine group
of the staff done in oil or crayon?"
"No," said the editor as he lowered
himself into the depths of a leader on
the Roumanian imbroglio, "but if you
care to touch up two window frames,
some desk legs, and the fighting editor's
black eye for four bits and a lot of com
ic exchanges, you can sail in."
"It's a whack!" promptly ejaculated
the disciple of aesthetic culture, and,
borrowing a cigarrette from the dra
matic critic on account, he drifted off
after his brushes.
A Man with a Sorrow.
Clinton Smith was a long-faced young
man, about twenty-four years old, and
his eyes were red with weeping.
"Some do weep and some do laugh."
observed his honor, as he polished his
spectacles and took a sharper look at
the prisoner.
"That'js so, and I'm one who do
weep," was the answer.
"What is your sorrow?"
"Everything. I am an orphan. I
am alone in the world. I have been
abused."
Then Mr. Smith pulled out his faded
bandana and wiped his eyes, and seem-
ea agitatea to the bed rock.
"Sorrow and grief are the share of
all mortals," mused the court, as he
nibbled at a pen-holder. "You had a
pretty lively time yesterday for a sor
rowful man. One wouldn't think, to
look at your heart-broken expression,
that you kicked in the door of a laundry
only twenty hours ago and offered to
split open the head of the man in
cnarge."
"Any other man would have done the
same, your honor. I took a shirt to
be washed and ironed, and after keep
ing me out of it for a month they said
it nad bpen lost. They refused to either
give me another or pay for the old one.
The iron entered my soul."
"Do you mean the flat-iron?"
"No," sir; I speak theoretically. I
felt that I was wronged and abused, and
I made a demonstration."
"Well, it is my duty as a judge to
punish demonstrations. Tears may
move the man, but they must not influ
ence the judge. A man with one shirt
is no good to society. A man who has
a sorrow is a hindrance to business. A
man who weeps exercises a depressing
influence on the public at large. You
must bo elevated; yon have oeen de
pressed long enoughi I hall make It
tbirtjr dayii"
"Why not loll m and be done with
it?
T An not wish to stain my hands
with any man's blood, not even when
he refus'es to pay his election bets. You
will get fat up there. Your form will
round out; your cheeks become plump,
a new light sparkle in your eyes, and
your sorrow will be forgotten. You
will step forth with lots of time to pre
pare for St Valentine's day, and where
you have lost one shirt you will gain
two.
BETTER THOUGHTS.
"Count that day lost whose low descending
sun
Views Irom thy hand no worthy action done."
Happiness is forgetfulness of self.
The sunshine of hope works wonders.
In the fight of faith hard blows must
be given.
Our very restrictions sometimes in
tensify our power.
One of the sublimest things in the
world is plain truth.
Doing nothing is the most slavish toil
ever imposed on any one.
Practice in life whatever you pray for
and God will give you more abundant-
No affliction would trouble a child of
God if he knew God's reason for send
ing it.
The secret of power is that harmony
with God which makes tts cc-workera
with Him.
God is at home, blessed be His name,
with a broken heart, and a broken heart
is at home with Him.
To be left alone with God is the only
true way of arriving at a just knowl
edge of ourselves and our ways.
Thomas Kempis says: Simplicity
and purity are the two wings by whicn
a man is lifted above all earthly things.
If the yoke and the burden are easy
and light, how strong and beautiful
must be the sceptre and the crown and
the throne.
The Same Dose of Eggs.
Detroit Free Praa.
A Detroit grocer was the other day
hungrily waiting for his clerk to return
from dinner and give him a chance at
his own noonday meal, when a boy
came into the store with a basket in his
hand and said, "I seed a boy grab up
this ere basket from the door and run,
and I run after him and made him give
it up." "My lad, you are an honest
boy." "Yes, sir." " "And good boys
should always be encouraged. In a box
in the back room there are eight dozen
eggs. You may take them home to
your mother and keep the basket."
The grocer had been saving those eggs
for days and weeks to reward some
one. In rewarding a good boy ho also
got eight dozen bad eggs carried out of
the neighborhood free of co?t, and he
chuckled a little chuck as he walked
homeward. The afternoon waned,
night came and went, and once more
the grocer went to his dinner. When he
returned he was picking his teeth and
wearing a complacent smile. His eye
caught a basket of eight dozen eggs as
he entered the store, and he queried:
"Been buying some eggs?" "Yes; got
hold of those from a farmer's boy," re
plied the clerk. "A lame boy with a
blue cap on?" "Yes." "Two front
teeth out?" "Yes." The grocer sat
down and examined the eggs. The
shells had been washed clean, but they
were the same eggs that good boy had
lugged home the day before.
Little by Little.
If you are gaining little by little every
day, be content. Are your expenses lew
than your income, so that though it be
little you are constantly accumulating
and growing richerand richerevery day?
Be content; so far as concerns money
you are doing well.
Are vou gaining knowledge every
day? Though it be little by little the ag
gregate of the accumulation where no
day is permitted to pass without adding
something to the stock, will be surpris
ing to yourself.
The wisest man that ever lived did not
become so in a minute. Little by iittle,
never omitting to learn something, even
for a single day, always reading, always
studying a little between the rising up
in the morning and laying down at night;
this is the way to accumulate a full
store-house of knowledge.
Finally, are you daily improving in
character? Be not discouraged because
it is little by little. The best men fall
short of what they themselves would
wish to be. It is something, it is much
if you keep good resolutions better to
day than you did yesterday, better this
week than you did last year. Strive to
be perfect, but do no become down
hearted so long as you are approaching
nearer and nearer to the high standard
at which you aim.
Little by little fortunes are accumula
ted; little by little knowledge is gained;
little by little character and reputation
are achieved.
The Difference.
A good story is told of a well-known
divine, now dead. One day he picked
out a cheap hat in a store, and the clerk
when he named the price, said:
"But that isn't good enough for you
to wear, doctor. Here is what you want,
ind I'll make you a present of it if you'll
wear it and tell your friends whose store
it came from,"
"Thank you thank you," said the
doctor, his eyes gleaming with pleasure
at raising a castor so cheap. "How
much may this beaver be worth?"
"We sell this kind of hat for eight dol
lars," "And the other?"
"Three."
The man of sermons put on the bea
ver, looked into the glass, then at the
three dollar hat.
"I think sir," said he, taking off the
beaver, and holding it in one hand, as
he donned the cheap "tile," "I thiak,
sir, that this hat will answer my purpose
full as well as the best,"
"But you had better take the best one,
sir, it costs you no more."
"B-u-t b-u-t," replied the parson,
hesitatingly, "I don't know but per
haps you would as lief I would take
the cheap one, and leave the other and
perhaps you would not mind giving me
the difference in & Jive-dollar bilV
Just so long: as one of God's promises
to a believer is unfulfilled, that believer
may be sure that God is with him to
make that promise good. There is noth
ing on earth to rest on, nor anything in
heaven in comparison with a specific
promise of God. There is more com-
iorx possiDie to a oeuever in siuujini
tte Bible promises than ever there couh
be to a capitalist in poring over his
bonds and mortgages and "securities,"
which are not secure. Trumoull.
The Detroit Free Press states that
"since a patent medicine firm gave As
tronomer Swift, of Rochester, $500 for
a new comet, the professor has discov
ered that the firm's advertisements ap
pear very conspicuously on the fences
in the moon."
Write injuries in dust, but kind ac
tions on marble.
IX SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE
That a remedy made of such common, simple
plants as Hop's, Buchu, Mandrake Dandelion,
&a, should make so many and such marvelous
and wonderful cures as Hop Bitt ra
do, but when old and young, rich
and poor, Pastor and Doctor, Law
yer and Editor, all testify to having been cur
ed by them, yon most bel!eT9 and try thsm
yourself,- and (krebt no longer. 8s other eol
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