Nebraska advertiser. (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, July 27, 1882, Image 7
'1 0. W. 7AXRBR0THEK & CO,, Proprietor. AUBURN, s : NEBRASKA. TRAVEL. I sit tit homo In an easy chair, With nn oxcollont shaded light, .And n tropical warmth pervades tho air From tho burning of anthraolto; As ovonlng brings n gratoful rost To body and mind nnd hands, Or all delights 1 doom it host To journoy to forclgu lands. I havo no nocd of a statoly ship, no roar or a roiling Boa: In choson books I tnko my trip With tho goodllost company; And whether 1 read of Sou thorn skies Or tho wraith of an Eastorn port, I may soo tho world through nn author's oyos. May dwell in a camp or court Through wonderful sketch-books that belong To an artist friend of mlno I visit tho placos of legend and song So famous along tho Hhlno. Ibrcatho tho spirit of old romanco As I sail tho Northorn main; 1 tread tho vine-clad vales of Franco, And look for my castlos in Spain. Tho song of Venetian gondollors, As they guldo their moon-lit boats, I seem to hear, or tho mouutninoor'a Tyrolean echo notes. I may sco tho heather's purple plumos Among tho banks and braes, Or wander where thu primrose blooms Along tho English ways. I sook the Land of tho Midnight Sun, Or trnco tho source or tho Nllo; I find tho cedars of Lebanon, Or study Creto awhile. Whonover 1 tiro of timo nnd tldo, No matter how far I roam, I havo only to lay my book nsldo To Ilnd mVBulf ut homo. Tho world is wldo and tho world Is fair, And heroes good to soo, But a hearth and homo, and frlouds to share, Aro nil the world to mo; And to sigh in vain for forolgn sight There surely is no uood, As long as pooplo llvo to wrlto, And I may llvo to road. Martlui Cavcrno Cook, in farjxr's Bazar. NAMING THE TWINS. Thorn never was a prouder man than Mr. Horatio Jones when ho found him self the parent of a lino pair of twins a boy and a girl. Ho implicitly credit ed the statement of tho nurso that tho boy was tho finest and tho girl tho loveliest infant over born within her knowledge; and his face beamed with delight when old Mr. Booker detected unmistakable bumps of genius on tho hoad of the male infant; and Mrs. Mar tin asserted that the nose of tho girl, which at present seemed of no particu lar or definite shape, gave- certain Eromisc of turning out a pure Grocian. Irs. Martin, who" had twelve children of her own, must, of course, know. Mrs. Jones' mother Mrs. Crutch ings had, of course, been with her daughter several weeks previous to tho birth of iho infants; and immediately on receiving intelligence of that impor tant event, Grandma Jones arrived, for tho purpose of congratulating her son and looking after the welfare of tho .now additions to tho house of Jones. It was during her stay that tho impor tant question of choosing uamos for tho twins was discussed and decided. It was on a Sunday, and Uncle and Aunt Jackson and Cousin Joshua had been invited to dinner, aftor which, Miss Arabella Walters, an intimato friend of Mrs. Jones, had dropped in, speedily followed by Mr. Weathorby Jones, a distant relative of tho family, though on very familiar terms with them Seated around a cosoy fire, with sher ry wine and walnuts on a round-table, the company were voiy pleasant and' liheorful, until after awliilo Cousin Joshua inquired what tho twins wore to bo called a subject which had novor been in tho remotest manner alluded to by either Grandma Jones or Grandma Crutehings. "Ahem!" said Jones, stroking his side-whiskers. "It occurs to mo, sinco thoro are so many of us mot to cether this oveninsr. that it would bo a favorable opportunity of choosinr names for the babies." - u "Suppose we havo 'cm in and sco what they look like," said Cousin Joshua, a bald-headed, jolly-looking old gentleman. "Then wo can chooso ' names to suit them." I Accordingly, a message was dis-' patched to the nurse, and tTiat important J personage soon entered, bearing upon each stout arm a very tiny anil very pink specimen of infantile humanity, 1 buried in a froth of lace and rullles. Tho company gathered around and minutely inspected the pair, with many comments and expressions of admira tion. "The imago of hi3 father," said Mrs. Jackson; "and tho girl bless tho teeny-wcenoy itty darling! tho perfect typo of her mother." Jones looked highly gratified until Mr. Jackson observed, with a sideways poiso of his head: "Well, now, to my mind they're liko nobody I over saw beforo, oxcopt other babies. They're all as much aliko as a bushel of peas." Mrs. JacKson, a largo woman of com manding aspoct, cast a glanco of sovoro admonition at her husband. Ho was a little, norvous-looking man, whoso misfortune it was to bo perpetu ally doing and saying ill-timed things, though with tho best intentions in tho world. After a sufficient amount of potting from their grandmothers, and of raptures from Miss Arabella, with a dis tant staro from Mr. Weathorby Jones, who seemed rather afraid of thorn, tho twins wore borno away, and tho dis cussion of their futuro names was re sumed. "As there seems to bo no personal pe culiarity about them to suggest a namo," obsorved Cousin Joshua, "any ordinary namo will do only, being twins, you soo, tho namos, liko tho owners, should rosemblo each other. What do you say to Thomas and Thorn a3la, or Samuol and Samuella, for in stance?" "O, no, indeodt" said Mrs. Jonos, quickly. "No common namos for my babies; somothing pretty and striking though I don't object to tho names be ing somowhat alike, considering that thoy aro twins." " I wouldn't havo 'em allko if 1 wore you, Emily," said her mother. "Tho children aro enough allko already, nnd if thoy havo tho same sounding namos, they'd novor bo ablo to know themselves apart." Tho comnanv admitted tho roasona- blonoss of this objection; but Cousin Joshua would not givo up his point. "Twins ought to havo twln-liko names," ho maintained " names that pair together, as it wore. Such as as " and ho scratched his head with a puzzled air. "Bell and Beau," suggested Mr. Weathorby. " Jack and Gill; or may bo Punch nnd Judy would do," said Mr. Jackson, and immediately shrank up under tho with ering glances cast upon him. Nobody but Cousin Joshua laughed; and Mr. Weathorby Jones looked from tho window, and remarked, absently, that it was a fine day. "O!" cried Miss Arabella, clasping her fair hands in sudden ocstaey, "I havo thought of tho very thing. Paul and Virginia!" Mr. and Mrs. Jones socmed ploased at this suggestion. I 'lira suro thoy aro very pretty namos," said Emily, looking appoaling ly at her husband. " What do you say, dearP" " Well, really, my lovo, I see no ob jection if you like them." "Nor I,' said Cousin Joshua. There was a pauso. " I never know any one of tho namo of Paul," commoncod Grandma Cruteh ings, solemnly, "who didn't turn out badly. There was Paul Simpkins, who fell off a gate-post and broko his loft hand forefinger when ho was only four years old; and Paul Hicks, sent to State's Prison for stealing; and and " " But there was tho Apostlo Paul, ma," said Mrs. Jones. "Ho was a saint, you know." "Tho Apostlo Paul lived in old times," replied Mrs. Crutehings, de cisively. "Things aro changeu sinco then. Besides, ho was cast into prison and put to death, as you know, ' sho added, looking around with an air of superiority. "Wouldn't it bo a good idea," said Mr. Weathorby Jones, " to givo tho boy tho namo of some great man? The con sciousness of boing a second aw, hum! Hannibal or Cicero would probably havo a good influence upon him, and render him ambitious of preserving tho honor of the namo, and of emulating tho fame of his illustrious namesake" "Georgo Washington?" suggested Aunt Jackson. "Too common. I know at least fif teen George Washingtons white and black!" said Jones. "Suppose you chooso somo namo closely associated with tho Father of his Country." said Cousin Joshua "some thing that would be continually remind ing your boy of that great and good man, and urging him on to imitate him?" " J 'Mile Hatchet! And tho girl, Cher ry, after tho cherry-tree, you know," said Cousin Jackson, in tho triumphant consciousness of having at last made a brilliant hit. And ho could not account for tho pro found contempt with which his sugges tion was received. "That Little Hatchet suggests an In dian name," observed Jones, thought fully. "I've always had a partiality for Indian names. 1 fancy thoy confer an air of distinction, besides boing pe culiarly appropriate to an American- born child. "Indeed, somo of tho Indian namos ! with enthusiasm aro lovely!" Miss Arabella declared, - ------ "llicro aro Minno- haha and Osceola, and Powhatan and Pocahontas though theso last aro usual enough in tho upper classes of Virginia and Tccumseh and Warowo-comieo unless this is too long." " Warowo-comieo Jones that is rath er too long," murmured Emily. " How would Nana dor wife was called Nana " Sitting Bull's Hero Mr. Jackson's voico was heard, faintly suggesting Spotted Tail and Wampum, or Pow-wow and Calumet, "or something of that sort." But Grandmother Jones interposed. "If you want to make a yolling, scalping savage of j'our child, Horatio," sho said, severely, to her son, " why not call him Tomahawk, or Wild cat, or Poison-snake, at once, and bo dono with it?" " Why, mothor, Poison-snake Jones would scarcely sound well in my opin ion." But Mrs. Jones, senior, was ovidont ly, for somo reason, seriously offended. "Ma," said Emily, observing that hor mothor had not spoken, but hat with stiflly folded hands and pursod-up lips, " can't you suggest somothingP" "If your own feelings, Emily, as the daughter of ono of tho best of mon and fathers, havo not suggested to you a namo for your boy your first boy tlicn i regard it as useless my any suggestion." making There was a dead silence, and every body looked at everybody olso. " You go for family namos, porhaps, ma'amP" said Cousin Joshua. "Pray what was tho Christian namo of your lato respected husband?" " His name, sir," responded tho wid ow, solemnly "his namo was Nicholas Peter Crutehings; and a hotter or moro amiable-tempered man novor lived." Hero Grandma Jones gave an audible snill; and Mr. Jackson ousorvod, pleas antly: "Yes, madam, I remember him very well, and that his namo teat Nicholas for tho boys in tho strcot usod to call him Old Nick, which naturally rilod him considerably. Many a thrashing I've scon him bestow upon thoso young rascals." "havo always thought," commoncod Grandma Joncs.with groat deliberation; "I havo always been undor tho improsr sion that a man's first boy would naU urally bo named after himself or his own father. Ah husband's namo was Thaddeus Thaddous Jones." "On tho contrary, ma'am," said Mrs. Crutehings, frigidly "if you will ox- cuso mo i navo always understood it to bo tho custom for the oldest son to boar tho namo of his mother's family thus notifying distinctly what two fami lies ho represents." " Crutehings Jones!" murmured Mr. Horatio Jones, criticisingly. "Thaddeus Horatio would sound rather hotter, I should think," said his mother, loftily. "If you havo no regard for tho momory of your blessed father, Horatio, and no doslro to pcr petuato in your family tho remombranco of his virtues, then it is usoloss my say ing anything further. As to myself," sho added, with dignity, "I trust that I can do my duty as a grandmother to your daughter, whether or not sho is called by my namo." Hero tho old lady's voico faltered, but sho would not yield to tho momentary weakness produced by the consciousness of neglect and injury. She adjusted her cap and looked defiantly around. "Well," said Jones' mother-in-law, with sarcastic emphasis, "I must say that when a porson expects a young woman to overlook and slight hor own mother, and namo hor first girl-baby aftor another porson why, I'm pre vmrod for nnvthiiurl" " I should think, ma'am, that a por son would havo a right to expect it, so long as sho is in her own son's house!" "Oh. ma'am, I don't intend to dispute- that question; and I'm sure I havo no intention of being an intruder in tho house of my own (laughter's husband. If my presence inconveniences you " " Ma!" interrupted Emily, pleadingly. While Jones whispored something In tho oar of his maternal parent which caused her to bridle up with: " l am suro, Horatio, that I don't in tend or desiro to produce any unpleas antness. 1 am tho last porson " and hero sho applied hor handkerchief to hor oyes nnd'loft tho room, at tho same moment in which Mrs. Crutehings, with all her little curls in a tremble, sailed out by tho opposite door. A dead silence fell upon the company. Jones looked extremely uncomfortable, and his wifo began to show signs of nervousness. Mr. Weathorby Jonos sucked tho head of his cano, and Miss Arabella pensively toyed with her watch-charms. "I don't sec," said Mrs. Jackson, moditativoly "I don't sco how tho question is over to. ho settled, unless you allow tho twins to grow up and choose names for themselves." " Or call them after everybody at once," suggested her husband. For onco his idea was considorod worthy of attention. Cousin Joshua im mediately took it up. "Suppose you call tho boy after both his grandfathers Thaddeus Peter and tho girl after both her grandmoth ers " "Jcrusha.Tano Jones! What a namo!" sobbed Emily. "Couldn't wo prefix some ornament al namo," said Miss Arabolla, "by which tho little darlings might bo usu ally called?" This proposition boing approvod, it was further proposed that tho grand mothers themsolvos should havo tho privilege of choosing those qualifying first namos. Tho two ladies wero there upon waited on and informed of this ar rangement. Mrs. Crutehings was dis covered to bo packing hor trunk, and Mrs. Jones reading: nsormon upon "The Trials of our Earthly Lifo;" but thoy wero induced to roturn to tho company and tnough neither appeared perfectly satisfied with tho now arrangement, a moro harmonious fooling was soon re stored. "I think," said Mrs. Crutehings, thoughtfully "I think Eglantino the prettiest female name in tho world. It was tho name of tho heroine of a novel which I wrote at boarding-school, and never had published, Tho girls used to go wild over it." "And," said Grandma Jones, pen sivoly, "there is, in my opinion, no nobler-sounding name than Hamilton. I had a lover of that namo my first lovor whom my papa forbade my mar rying." So tho twins wero called Hamilton Thaddeus Peter, and Eglantine Jane Jc rusha! But there's no foreseeing tho course of human events, atid to this day tho Jones twins aro known to all their ac quaintance by the twin-like abbrevia tions of Ham and Eggs! Saturday Night. Tho agent of an accident Insurance company introduces in his advertise ment tho picture of a hat with tho blade of a pair of shears, that fell out of a window, sticking upright in the hat. Ho says that tho wearor of this hat was insured against accidents in the com pany for which Lo is an agont; but how that provontcd too shoars from falling into his hat the agont fails to show. Moreover it was tho height of tho hat that provontcd thJ shears from hurting tho wearor of tho hat aftor thoy Btruok. A soploty to provanl women and chil dren from chuckirg shoars out of uppor windows, or ono for tho encouragement of high hats, would scorn to be tho real need of tho community. Detroit Fret Press. Femalo law-brenkors in Mobile work out their fines in the chain-gang. youths' Department. THE CAXELES8 CIIOW. A crow that was black as ovor was born Flow out of his nest ono beautiful morn, And, calling his mates from far and from tioar, Spoko words that thoy all woro anxious to hear. "You all, fellow crows, know old Farmer Oreon, Who raises good corn as over was seen; Well, funny it is you'll laugh, I daro say He's putup a scarecrow to keep us away I" "Cawl caw!" laughed tho crows, "a sorry old wight. To think an old coat will givo us a frlghtl Cawl caw!" and "cawl cawl now lot us all go To whero Farmer Q recti hits put his scare crow." Then quickly thoy How, and, lod by tho ono Who'd called them together to toll of tho fun. Thoy soon roachod tho Held whero stood, nil forlorn, A horrid old imago among tho green corn. Tho crow in advanco, to show he'd no fear. Went near to Uio scarecrow alas! too near! For "crack I" went a gun, and, shot through tho head, Tho crow that was caroloss tumblod down dead. "Cawl cawl" shrlok tho orows, now laughing uo more. "Cawl cawl" thoy all cry as upward thoy soar. And novor again was ono of thorn soon To go near tho scarecrow of old Farmor Uroon. -Our I.Mlt One. CAUUHT. "You promised to toll us somo timo how you got that sear on your forehead, uncle." Yes, boys, but tho story is so littlo to my credit that I havo felt rathor in clined to put it otV. Howovor, I'll toll it now; perhaps it may do you good porhaps not They do say all boys quarrol. If that is so 1 don't seo why it should bo so. No good comes of it, but harm very oft en. I don't boliovo all boys do, but my brother George and I did, or I should not now bo toiling you how I got that scar. Wo lived, you know, on tho banks of tho Susquehanna. Uo you know tho meaning of that Indian namo is "Wind ing KivorP" It is well named, for, be sides its greater winding as shown ou tho map, dosoribed by school-boys of my days as "a zig-zag lino in tho form of tho letter N," its whole course is full of tho lovoliost littlo curves and bonds, somo gotitle, somo abrupt, all beautiful and leading on and on lo new boauties. 1 have heard old travelers say that somo of its scenery is unsurpassed by any thing in the way of quiet river land scape. Woll, tho boys who aro so fortunate as to live along such rivers havo good times. Thoro is fishing in all its varie ties, with lino and Willi net and with outlino you don't know what outline fishing isP Wo used to take a half-inch rope which would reach, say, half across tho river. Along this at intervals of about ton foot woro tied pieces of fish lino perhaps two foot long. Theso wero hooked and baited and then ono end of tho rope, or outlino was fastened at tho shore to somo underground branch or root, tho other being anchored as far out in tho river as it would reach. Thoro was nothing very sportsmanlike in this stylo of fishing, but it was by no means poor fun to go in tho early morning in a boat along that lino (which was put out overnight) nnd pull up each short lino with tho clianco of finding a perch, "chub," pickerel, or, possibly, but not probably, a bass on the end of it. How good thoso fish tasted for breakfast! Another way was to spear the fish, at night, with a firo of pitch-pine knots made in an old dripping-nan mounted on a polo fixed firmly to the sido of tho boat; 1 don't know whether boys of to day use what wo did then, a kind of stull which we bought, in tho shape of small black shells, like cocoa shells, only larger. Theso wo throw into tho river when we first went out; the fish ato thorn eagerly and thoy had an intoxicating effect on them, for they would rush and splash about in tho water, making it easy for us to find thorn. I havo sinco thought it was a cruel advantage to take of tho poor things who know no hotter than to tako tliat into their stomachs which would lead them to ruin unlike beings blessed with sense (or, have thoy sonsoP) who do tho very samo thing knowingly! 1 did not, in those days, think much of tho picturesque feature of this sport, but I woll remember tho glow on tho trees and tho gleam on the water. I think wo might easily have been taken for somo order of ferocious night goblin in tho red glaro with our formidable spears "Ah! was it ono of thoso gavo you tho scar?" No, I am coming to that. It camo through a much tamer way of fishing. Tho long bridge which crossed the river near ray homo was a very old one, tho piors being built in tho old-fashioned way, not of stono or of hoavy opon tim ber work, as wo seo now-a-days, but moro liko woodon boxes, pointing, of course, an inclined plane upstream, but having the lower ond opon. Thoy wore partly filled in with looso, rough stono. Theso piors woro favorito resorts for a quiet, unambitious fish when wo had nothing moro venturosomo on hand. Wo would row out to ono of thom, got insido and fish as long as wo could got good bites, and thou movo to another. I must havo been about olovon years old and my brothor Gcorgo two years older, when wo went ono morning out to ono of tho piers near tho middlo of tho bridge. Gcorgo had poor luck, and after a whilo proposed to try somo othor placo. I, howovor, was having a good many nibbles, and rofusod. Then ho wanted mo to oxchango polos, but I would not do that either. "Woll," ho presently said, "you may stay hero if you like, but I slall tako tho boat and go whoro I can catch something." ' You may do as you please," 1 said. "Do go with mo, Bon." "No look there." 1 jorkod n uok or out of tho wator and laid him wrig gling on tho stones. " No tiotibfo about catching fish hero," I ndded, rather spitefully, as I took him from the hook. Georgo angrily got in tho boat ami rowed away, shouting back to mo: "You may get homo as you host can." "Don't troublo yourself about mo, old cranky," I answered. 1 did uoi mind at all being loft, for I knew ha would coma back for mo whon ho cooled down. I fished for an hour or so when it occurred to mo that it would bo a food joke to givo him a littlo fright, t would bo quito n satisfaction if I could mako him think for n littlo whilo that I had cotno to somo harm through his leaving mo. I told you tho piors woro boarded up on tho outside. Up near tho top of this ono a board was gono, decayed away, as I porcotvod when I got up to it. For I formed tho plan of climbing up to this opening and out upon tho inclined piano to hitlo from George, for ho could not see mo thoro whon ho camo to look for mo. Then I would climb down again when I had enjoyed his alarm and perplexity at not finding mo. No soonor said than done. I found it rathor diflloult, for the timbers which supported the planking woro somo dis tance apart, and vory weak with ago. I porooivod now that tho real supports of the bridge consisted of strong timber which had been sat up insido, tho out side boing now a moro useless sholl as I found to my cost, -For as I climbed through the opening and roachod the in clino, hard work, for it shelved ovor a littlo, tho wholo thing began to crumble undor mo crashing down fifteen feet below, whoro on ono sido lay those jagged stones, on tho othor the dcop, swift running wator. With a dosporato oflbrt I half loapod, half scrambled up close to tho outside wall of tho bridge, tho decayed wood giving way undor every stop, till I gained a narrow ledgo formed of tho renewed timber. Hero I was safe, but hero I found 1 must stay until help came, for thoro was no sound supports within my roaeh. As I sat on this narrow seat with scarcely any rest for my feet, 1 bogan to realize that I was in no pleasant posi tion, and looked anxiously about to sco what might bo my chances of getting out of the trap I had got myself into. Things wero not promising. Less than an eighth of a mile above mo tho groat dam stretched itself from shore to shore. Its hollow roar was enough to prevent my voico ooing hoard lar in any diroe tion, and to this was added the ceaseless diu of tho llouring mills, saw-mills and paper mills at either ond of it. I could only wait for Gcorgo to conio, but hours passed, during which my cries for help wero thrown back lo mo by tho pitiless noise. As I grew cramped and ex hausted and dizzy it seomod to wrap itself around mo as if to bear mo down to tho angry waters. I never havo been able to understand how I clung thoro so long. Tho after noon woro away, and as tho shadows grow longer I could dimly hoar shout lug and perceive moro movement on shore. Then rays of light shone from down tho rivor artificial light, I know. Thoro certainly was unusual excitement about tho mills, and as twilight deep ened I could just soo a boat put out from ono of them aud conio nearly to wards me, whon it turned down stream. I called and shouted, but was still un heard. Thou 1 took a quick resolution, born of tho extremity of my position. Gathering all my strength in one scream and ono leap, I sprang out ovor tho water in tho direction of tho boat. My forehead struck ou ono of tho zinc bound oars aud tho blood streamed ovor my face as I folt myself seized by friend ly arms. Then a halloo went up from my rescuers, which was carried from boat to boat and from bank to bank. I saw that tho river was alivo with thoso who woro searching for mo it was thoir lights 1 had seen. "Didn't Georgo go back for you, unolo?" ' " Yes, but had novor thought of look ing for mo above tho bridge. After hunting long for mo in soro dismay, ho had spread tho alarm. Poor follow! ho had Biifl'orod moro than 1 had." "But ho was tho most to blamo." " I don't think so. I have always ob served that whon boys, or others either, for that matter, get to quarreling thoro is genornliy littlo to chooso on either sido." Chicago Slumla rd. Near Calistoga, Cal., there is a mound of earth probably five feet high er than tho ground surrounding. l)n this Mr. Tcnle set an orange trco five years ago, and also set another ono about thirty foot from the ono on tho mound. Tho trco ou tho elevation of ground has never been touched with tho frost, and thrives remarkably woll, having a number of orangos on it at present. Tho other treo is frequently frost-bitten, is smaller, and has no fruit on it. It will bo noticed that tho result produced by tho slight ditlorcnco in lo cation is romarkablo. Thoy woro talking beneath tho old linden trco, sho lazily taking hor first swing in tho hammock, whilo ho, seat ed on a rustic bonch held the ropo nnd assisted tho oscillation. "No, I never could bear a strong minded woman, never," said ho, "and I'm real glad you aro not one." "And I always ad mired a strong minded man," said sho potuloutly, " and I'm sorry you are not ono." And tho two English spar rows that wero Hitting in tho branches abovo scorned to pick up tho light so unwittingly begun and finish it. New I Haven Jlegistcr. lA-m-