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About The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 28, 1900)
"Well, well, bo this la Now Ycnr'fl
day." Bald Mr. Simoner. "Do you re
member how wo quarreled tills day
one year ago?"
"Remember! I think I do!" cried
IiIh wife. "Why, the cards were order
ed when It hnpiicned, and I didn't
know whether 1 could have your name
taken out and lllck'fl Inserted, In case
I changed my tuliid."
'In cftso I chnnged my mine?, you
mean, dear. Strange that I never bus
pooled how much poor Dora cared for
me until that day."
"I'm mini alio had ciiticcalrd It very
well the way she ran after Dick, as
If tie ever had eyes for anybody hut
mo! Ho never told his low, hut a wo
man's Intuition was "
"A Hynonym of vanity, denr. Of
rourse, I couldn't help knowing that
nho cared for mo when I mrt her In
tho hoarding limine parlor, with her
cyoft full of tears, on I he very morning
after you had told Marie, her de'inst
friend, that we wore to ho married In
"Humph, that girl would cYy ahout
anything; I've known her to cry when
tho villain In tho play was killed ns if
n villain could expect anything else In
the last act. Hut :ih soon as I saw Dick
that morning I knew that he know It.
Why, his necktie had slipped atoiiml
under one ear and his voice, as ho
wIbIici! me u happy Now Year, was so
nail, that I felt guilty, though my con
science told me that 1 hud not encour
"You've f( rgotten how you uieil to
prnlso tho e apo of his head."
"As if tha: meant anything! A girl
only praises 'ho shape of a man's head
when she ca 't llnd anything else to
flatter him ahout. It It means no
moro than It does when situ tolls a
small man that ho resembles Napoleon.
Hut when I remembered that you had
onco gono down on the floor In your
now trousers to pick up Dora's hand
kerchief I knew that I had been cruelly
deceived. So when you reproached me
ahout Dick, I"
"I remomhor how badly I felt when
ho replied to my New Year's greet
ing with the remark that happiness
for her wns over forever. And before
I could comfort her Miss Marie canio
In and I could only go sadly away
without telling her that 1 should al
ways bo a brother to her."
Tho new leaf that very soldom gets
turned over Is tho ono In tho diary.
Some men claim that they boo tho
old year out and the new ono in by
getting ho drunk that they cun't seo
By Now Year the silver plating
woarB off many a Christmas present.
A good beginning is naif the battle
except In tho case of keeping a diary.
Tho now date is as hard to remcni
ler ns the now loif.
Even thougn tho nrctle exploior
novor diseoverB tho noith polo he de
serves ei edit, for ho always keeps a
Now Year gives us a chance to re
ciprocate to those who unexpectedly
pavo us a present nt Christmas.
Boeing tho old yoar out puts a man
In a fit condition to swear off the next
day. N. Y. World.
The JVcU) gear's Greeting.
You look worried, Brown," said
Worried! I should say I am, Sea
so?" And ho drew out of his over-
t pocket a great bundle of state-
te of accounts.
jjjal hul" laughed Green, "you will
'jChrtstmafi present to your wlfo,
OJou, without counting tho coat
nn. Tho llnea around Hrown's eyes
y0Qfd and his mouth drooped s.id
crea." lo said, "that'U itot it. Those
tor presents I mado my wife."
Vy, what aro thoy for, then?"
Iff-110 presents my wlfo made
Nrjknipn sn00,t hnmlB In tender
fvtag-Dotroit Free Press.
,lotSe yoar Mirth.
you caunoi nuvo u
"And poor Dick. I asked him If there
was anything 1 could do for him; ho
replied: 'Ycb,' hut Just then the maid
came in with a nolo for him, and he
said hotmuut go nt once I think ho
wished to bo alone with his sorrow,
Then you came In. and, Instend of
Bhnrlng my pity for him, you accused
mo of flirting with him!"
"I er don't remember that. Hut
wasn't It odd that before I left you for
evor, Miss Marie should come In and
tell us that Dora and Dlek were en
gnged! I've often wondered how It
happened that they decided to console
"And so have I. Why, here Is Marie
now perhaps sho can explain. Sit
down, Marie, do. Tom and I arc Just
going over old times. Do you remem
ber IiiHt New Year's day. and"
"Indeed I do. I've Just been to see
Dora, and she was talking ahout It.
Sho and Dick quarreled last New
Year's Eve about the date of their
marriage, and almost parted forever.
"SHE AND DICK QUARRELED."
They think you both must have guess
ed It. 1 remember that Tom was In
tho parlor with Dora when I ran In on
New Year's morning to tell her of your
engagement. She had been on the
point of nsklng him to help her to
mako up with Dick. And when she
told me about it, 1 wrote him a note
telling him that I bclloved sho would
forgive him If he came at once. That
note found him at your house, Irene,
where he had gone to ask your aid as
peacemaker. Odd, wasn't It?"
A Happy Veto year.
i nappy .now tear: now many
people reallzo tho meaning of the
words ns they go about with this
familiar greeting upon their lips? "1
wish you a happy New Yoar!" Does
It not seem that the wish carries n
blessing with it? And I believe- It
does when spoken by friends whose
words aro always truo and sincere.
For tho bencllt of those thoughtless
ones who never road between tho lines,
let ub analyze H1I3 significant greeting
In tho first place we wish our friend
happiness, and the next quesilon which
naturally suggests Ithelf is, what con
stitutes happiness? A llttlo friend of
mlno tells me that it Is to eat all the
candy ho wants and not to r.o to bed
until ho wants to do SO. Another
friend of more mature years says that
sho would bo perfectly happy if bIio
had all tho money sho wanted to spend
as sho liked. Anothor desires fame,
another social position. And f.o we
might go on asking and finding out
that almost every one has a different
dellnition for happiness.
it mo young lad were allowed to
follow his own sweot will and surfolt
himself with sweets and Into hours, I
think tho result would he nnythlng but
happy. As for wealth, who can blame
anyone for wishing for nil that one
cares to spend, and especially a wom
an to whom a separate iucomo is tho
exception rather than tho rule. It la
tho spending of It which decides tho
happiness or unhapplncss of tho
possessor. I do not believe that any
one was over really happy who used
wealth merely to gratify selfish am
Fame,' too, Is a good thing to pos
sess, hut how many who havo gained
this high pinnacle- will toll you that
it brings happiness Social posltloa Is
also something after which thoro Is
much striving. Yet when tho covoted
place Ib reached It is bo often found
to bo barren, and happiness has no
resting Place there. Social position
brings heavy ri'Miunslbllltlea with It.
and social duties aro hard and labori
ous without tho happy results that
follow lalmr In moro worthy causes.
It seems, then, that there must bo
Bomo special way to happiness not
easily found, Thero Is, hut it is easy
enough to h.o seen hy all who caro
to follow Its winding way. Wleor
heads than mlup found out long ago
that only In trying to mako others
happy Is roal happiness over gained
So in wishing our friends a happy
Now Year, wo really obligate ourselves
to do ail that we can to mako tho
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wish cotno true; and for this reaBon
tho words should novor bo spoken idly,
or used as a mero matter of form. On
tho other hand, to bo Blncero In tho
greeting and to do what tho words. Im
ply, Is certain to bring happiness to
And now, let us go on to the next
word In th analysis, "new."
Everybody llke new things, u&
lesH au exception may bo mado to
the BO-called "no woman." Now
gowns, now bonnets, now porsonal be
longings of all sorts appeal especially
to women. Whilo "clothes do not mako
tho person," every ono has learnod
that appearance in this world goos n
long way townrd success. Under tho
Inspiration of knowing that ono Is
well-dressed often one has done his
beat and tho key tioto of bucccbs has
been touched. It Is human naturo
that womankind should lovo pretty
now drosses, now bonnets and dainty
surrounding, so let no ono accuse lior
of vanity for desiring them.
Now Ideas aro taught after by tho
philosopher; new conditions hy tho
scientist; new Inventions hy the In
ventor. Editors eagerly examine new
matter; and that which is truly origin
al or opens a now Held of thought Is
never found "unavailable" no matter
how poorly It may be written.
There Is a constant hunt going on
for something now to further stimu
late the energies, ambitions and te
fllrcs of tho world's people; and never
was this craving so apparent ns now
when wo arc closing the nineteenth
century. Everyone seonis to fool that
we are on the vergo of a now era
which In spite of tho Inventions of tha
past Is to be tho most wonder produc
ing period In the world's progress. If
tho Inhabitants of Mars contlnuo to
signal us, as has been stated, who
known but what sumo shrewd, enter
prising Yankea will put on his think
ing cap, build a tlylug machlno that
will overcome nil atmospheric con
ditions nnd go sailing over to 10
planet ono of these coming days?
I'erhaps tho North Polo will ho dis
covered In tho same wny, although
why "so many pcoplo will risk life and
)ropcrty to And a spot that Is almost
crtaln to contain nothing that will
sustain life or hopo, can only be laid
to their Insatiate greed for something
It Ib to he hoped, however, that
while these greater things aro going
in, some- ono may Invent an automatic
servant that will get up In the morn
ing without being called, never let tho
fires go out, waBh our best china with
out breaking it, and, from the very
nnturo of tho Invention, cannot "talk
hack" when we happen to go into tho
kitchen and scold a little Household
The .Annual Greeting.
"A Happy Now Year to you!" This
Is the greeting which will bo hoard
on every side ns wo cross the thres
hold of tho now year. It has bocomo
a custom to repeat It. In many cases
It has llttlo moaning, and Is nothing
more than nn empty compliment or an
Idlo wish. How much do you mean by
It? It is very easy to repeat tho form
ula. It is a very Bimplo matter to buy
a New Year's card and encloso It In
an envelope. Hut when you send this
greeting, or speak It, do you regard
It as a pledge or promise that you will
do nothing to mako tho recipient of
It unhappy, and that you will do all
In your power to reliovo his nnxlotlos
and bring gladness to his heart?
Crowned evermore In endless light sho
Tho Now Year's dawn,
Whllo wo, with heads bowed low and
LIvo sadly on.
Visions too grandly bright for mortal
To her unfold
Blossoms each noble deed ot earthly
In beauty's mold.
The glory ot our Lord her eyes have
With undlmmed slciit,
Safe In His presouco dear, sho dwells
And knows no night.
Sho clasps tho hands of loved ones
On Heaven'B shore.
With them bIio treads thoso streets so
In rapturo o'er.
In glad surprise, Joyous and pure and
Her soul so blest,
Solves tho deep myatory ot eternity
And perfect rest,
Isabel L. Boardman, In N. Y. Ob
server. Merely an Official Form.
Ho wished me a happy Now Year;
Tho words would havo tickled nit,
I knew from his bearing auatero
I va booked for a salary cut
THERE IS NO DEATH.
Tim sunlight Rllttcr keen and bright,
Where, miles away,
I.Iim stretching to my dazzled sight
A lunmlnoiiH helt, misty llKht,
Uoyond tlin dark plno bluffn und wastrs
of gundy gtuy. '
The trcrmiloiin fdindow of the seal
AKiiliiMt Ha Kruutid
Of silvery light, rock, hill and tree,
HUM as a picture, clear ulid free.
With varying outlltio mark tho coast
fur mllea around.
I draw a freer breath I Fcrm
Like nil I nee
Waves In the sun the white winged
Of sen birds In tho nluutlni; heimi
And fur off palls which flit before the
aouth wind free.
So when tlme'H veil nhnll fall nsiinrier
The houI niHy know
No fearful ehanye. nor midden wonder.
Nor nlnk tho weight of mystery under.
Hut with the upward line, and with the
And nil we shrink from now may seem
No new inventing;
Familiar n our childhood' stieiim,
Or t'lciiHiini memory of a dream
The loved and cherished past upon the
new life Ktenllng,
-John Oreenlenf Wbltllcr.
In Locust Time.
BY ELIZABETH M. (HLMER.
f( opyrlshi, llOO: Dally Story Tub. Co.)
"You will Btnrvo," said my aunt,
with melnnclioly conviction.
"I love him," 1 replied, irrelevantly.
"Love," observed my aunt, philo
sophically, "Is nn admirable sauce,
but a poor substitute for the main
dinh of life."
"I love him," I repeated, ns if that
v.c.o tho only argument that mattered.
t'lifortunatoly," 3ald my aunt,
"one can't live on love, no matter
how nimltable. It isn't legal lender
with the butcher and baker and can
"Vet it's the only coin that will buy
happiness," 1 anuwcretl, softly.
"He's nothing hut a poor artist,"
my aunt added disparagingly.
"Ho had a picture hung on the line
at. the exhibition last spring," 1 put
"I wish ho had been hanged him
self," exclaimed my aunt with vicious
ft ina,,, tir fltaf Htun Hint U'A linil
tfJtjWusaed Arthur Farnum. Indeed, for
Wife past three month3 ever since I
had eitctcd to "throw myself away on
a penniless nrtist," as my aunt put it
It seemed to me that we had con
vened on no other topic. My aunt
v.as sixty, and I was twenty, and In
the two score years between us lay all
that lifo had taught her, and that I
had still to lenrn. To me, for Instance,
lifo without love was life robbed of nil
the glory that made it worth living.
whi she clung tenaciously to tho be
lief that one could get on very com
fortably without love, provided one's
establishment was beyond criticism,
and one's frocks from Paris.
Yet, in spite of all her worldllness,
my aunt had been all that was kind
and tender to me. She had given me
nil the affection nnd tho only home I
had ever known. My parents had
i. led when I wnB a more b.iby. My
two sisters, much older than myself,
wore married to grasping and selilsh
men, who, In tho division of my fath
er's small estate, had ruthlessly pos
sessed themselves of the lion's share,
leaving to :no nothing but the old
homestead, a tumble-down old South
ern mansion house, surrounded by
fow poor ncres. I must havo been
forlorn, Indeed, but that my aunt,
struck with the tawny gold or my
hair nnd a certain childish grace, took
a fancy to me, and carried me bick
to her rich Northern home, where I
grew up surrounded by every luxury
tl'.it wealth and generosity could give.
If alio looked for me to make a wealthy
and brilliant mulch, and take my
place In that fashionable society so
dear to her own ambitious heart, It
wan not unnatural, nor more than she
"I lovo, him," I replied irrelevantly
had a light to expect. I was pas
sionately grateful to her, und grloved
at tho thought of disappointing hor,
and yet and yet, what elso could I
do? Lovo had called me, and where
It led I could but rollow.
So ono day I kissed my aunt a tear
ful good-bye, and Arthur and I slipped
away to tho llttlo church around tho
cornor, and wero quietly married, and
went to live In tho studio, where we
slept In beds thut did duty as Turk
ish couches by day, and cooked our
morning chop over a gas lamp that
masqueraded as a Pompeian vaso, and
we mado acquaintance with queor
Bohemian restaurants, and were as in
consequently happy us lovo and youth
could make us.
Arthur worked away like mad that
whiter, and I would bring my sowing
In, and fclt besldo htm, when I wasn't
r him. Ho U5C2to say that
was u color frtr.dy, and ho
o n.q nverxthlni; from u
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golden-haired Lorelei tooMadonna
with a nimbus about my hoad. 8omo
of those pictures are In famous col
lections now, but In those days few
people found their way up tho steep
studio stairs, where we sat anxiously
listening for tho fooUteps of tho buy
ers who never came.
Then Arthwfcll 111, and cheap and
Inexpensive as our living had been,
that llttlo wns moro thnn we could
afford. Pleoo by piece the- quaint old
furniture nnd the brlc-a-brao and tho
souvenirs of his old student days In
Paris went to tho auction room, and
I endured dnlly that Gethsomane of
tho woman who sees tho man she
loves losing hope, and courage, and
faith In himself.
"Poor llttlo girl," he would say, fol
lowing me about tho room with his
groat sombre eyes, "to think I havo
brought you to this," und when I as
sured him passionately that I would
rather sta?vo with him than feast with
another, ho only answered me with
u wan smile, sadder than any tears.
At last tho doctor Bald that he must
have change of air, and then It was
1 bethought mo of my long-forgotten
Southern Inheritance. Poor us It was,
It would at least furnish us a shelter
and tho warm winds that I prayed
might woo Arthur back to health.
The fii'bt tender gtoen of the spring-
He painted his famous picture
time was Just heglning to carpet the
land when we went to it, nnd In that
miracle not even tho rambling old
house, witli its falling pillars and
weed-choked drives could seem any
thing but beautiful.
It had been a stately old colonial
mansion In Its palmy days, known far
and wide as "The Locusts," from the
trees that lined its broad avenues and
formed a grove nbout tho Iioubc
Umg neglected and unprunod young
sappllngs had sprung up everywhere,
encroaching year hy year upon the un
tllled acres until the house stood vir
tually In the midst of a vast locust
thicket. It was now In full bloom,
and from every twig depended great
snowy plumes, that waved In the Boft
spring breeze nnd mado tho air heavy
with their perfume.
From the moment of our arrival
Arthur began to improve, and It was
while he was in the first flush of re
turning health and happiness that he
painted his famous picture, "Spring,"
and into it he somehow put some of
thnt riotous Joy in mero living we all
feel when we hnve been down to tho
doors of death, and are recovering, and
every hi oath brings with it tho thrill
ot' returning strength. Tho plcturo
was very simple. Just tho figure of a
woman standing amidst the tendor
green of the trees, with upstretched
arms, and all about her tho white,
white rnln of locust blooms, and on
her face the ineffable glory of youth
nnd love that look that never comes
but once In a lifetime, when the
sprlngtlmo of tho heart meets tho
springtime of the year.
When the plcturo was dono Arthur
asent It to the exposition, where, as
you remember, It was the sensation of
the year nnd sold for what seetiod to
u a llttlo fortune. Better still, It at
tracted the attention of an old college
friend ot whom Arthur had lost sight,
and who, coining South on business,
dropped off to make us a little visit.
Ho was a shrewd man of affairs, and
when ho saw our locust thicket, he
fairly gasped wltn surprise.
"It Is a little gold mine," he said,
"where did you get It?" and I told him
ot how the worthless old acres had
been allotted mo In tho division
of tho family estate, when I was a
baby and had no ono to look out for
my Interests, und how they had boen
left to grow up as thoy would.
"Well," ho said, with a grim smile,
"the wicked Bisters don't ulwayB suc
ceed in doing Cinderella, you may ro
member, after all, and your barren
acres have grown Into a fortune," and
so Indeed thoy hud. Our business
friend Bold our locust forest to a rall
road"tomfb.ny, and wo havo long beon
back In tho city, where we havo a
charming home, and where Arthur Is
winning tho recognition his talent de
serves. Ho Is now engaged in painting my
aunt's portrait, und that from my
aunt Is equivalent to a melodramatic
blessing, with tears.
"Oonil UpIIbIoui Dlhle."
An old shell-back sailor, Incapaci
tated for sea duty by ngo and long
years of rough service, wns recently
appointed sexton of tho chapel at the
Naval Academy. The bureau of equip
ment and supplies at tho navy depart
ment In Washington furnishes books
as well as coal and "salt horse" to tho
sailors, and the new sexton applied
thero for a Blblo. There wero plenty
of them in tho pews of the chapel, but
ho wanted ono for his personal use,
and specified in IiIb nppllcnHon that
It should bo "a good rellglouB Blblo."
Correspondence Chicago Record.
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"Have you got any of thoso ilia
monils?" Is the qtieetlon ot tho hour
In Birmingham. Somo 800 preclour
stones hnvo been shared out by luck
prospectors In Vlttorla street, and.tlu
soarch still continues, says tho Iondon
Express. It happened In this wise:
In a fit of abstraction John Davis
member of a firm of diamond men
chants, while wnlklng down Vlttorla
street an a recent morning, pulled an
old envelope out of his pocket nnd
commenced to tenr It up. When ho
reached the last section the torrlblw
fact dawned upon him that It was tho
envelope In which wero somo 1,600
small diamonds, valued at 100, and
that he had been sowing these broad
cast over a public thoroughfaro. Tho
news spread with lightning-like rapid
ity. Shopkeepers locked up and camo
to tho more lucratlvo occupation of
picking up diamonds, while for a mllu
around nn errand boy nt his ordinary
work was a phenomenon. Such a
scraping of the street with knives nnd
sticks had never been seen. As it
happened, most of the lost stones went
down tho cellar gratings of a Jeweler's
Bhop. IngcnloiiB youths fished for
them with a piece of soap attached to
a stick and reeled In threo prizes nt a
time. Others sat In tho gutter sort
ing an anxiously guarded handful of
dirt. Still the crowd grew. At ono
period over 1.500 lads were to be seen
hard at work. From noon to seven
o'clock tho street was nearly blocked.
When night fell candles, lamps and
lnntcrns wore brought to aid tho Inde
fatigable hunters for treasure trove,
nnd the scene presented could onlv
havo been done Justice by Hogarth.
About half tho diamonds have found
their way back to their rightful owner.
Somo wore sold to a shopkeeper and
the rest, like the graves of a house
hold, are scattered far and wide. Dia
mond pins will shortly be fahhlouablu
They Hnve llutl Tlittlr Uity nn tlio l'lalin
of the Fur Went.
Passengers on the "Q" system who
have ridden tho hotter part of a day
through western Nebraska and east
ern Colorado will remember the prairie
dog. He Is numerous in that section
of the country. He lives in vlllnges
and the villages are as cloao together
as the villages of certain parts of Eur
ope, says the Das Moines News. But
tho prnirlo dug has had his day. Tin
agricultural department says ho must
go. Mr. Wilson has decided that the
dogs kill the grass and ruin good graz
ing land. "Tnmn Jim" has llttlo of tli6
love of plcturcsqueness In his make
up. He Is eminently practical and hli
philanthropy Is of tho typo which
seeks to make two blades of grass grow
Instead of one. Therefore he proposes
to relegnto tho prairie dog to the plc
turo books und to the stuffed specimen!
of tho museum along with the buffalo
Mr. Wilson's chemists hnvo discovered
a mixture that will make wholo vil
lages fight for the first bite, hut whlcli
at the last blteth like a serpent nnd
htlngeth like nn adder. Under Its In
fluence the hole thnt knows tho prairie
dog will know it no more forever. Th
frisky, nervous, barking little beast
will Join the Innumerable caravan o'
prairie dogs who have gono before.
Thero will he more grass when the
prairie dog Is gono, and thercforo mor
cattle. There will bo less break
ing ot tho legs of cowboys' ponies ami
tho rattlesnako will live nlono In th
hole until tho summons come to httv
Dvrurf Cattle of Oleben Are No Longei
Than Ordinary Hlioep.
Celebes has the distinction of being
tho homo of the smallest living repre
sentative of tho wild cattle, or, In
deed, of the wild cattlo of any period
of the earth's history, for no group
appears to bo known to science. An
Idea of three extremely diminutive pro
portions of the anoa, or sapl-utan, as
the animal In question Is respectively
called by tho Inhabitants of Celebc.i
and tho Malays, may ho gained when
It Is stated that Its height at tho shoul
der Is only about 3 feet 3 Inches,
whereas that of tha great Indian wild
ox, or guar, Is at least G feet 4 Inches,
and may, according to somo writers,
reach as much as 7 feet. In fact, tha
anoa Ib really not much, If at all,
larger thnn n well-grown South Down
sheep nnd scarcely oxceods in this re
Bpect tho little domesticated Brnmlnl
cattlo shown a few yenrs ago at the
Indlnn exhibition held at Earl's Court.
The anoa has many of tho characters
of the large Indian buffalo, but Its
horns aro relatively shortor, less
curved and moro upright. In thlB, ns
woll as In certain other respects, it
is moro like tho young than the adult
ot tho last-named species, and as
young animals frequently aro gradual
ly lost as maturity Is approached It
would bo a natural supposition thnt
tho nnoa Is a primitive typo of buffalo,
What Can You K.ipect?
There was a bargain sale of glovw
In ono ot the tip-town stores tho other
day. Ono woman who had considered
herself fortunnto In being in the from
rank In tho bargain couutor rush was
much disgruntled when sho reached
homo to And that both gloves wero
for tho samo hand. Sho took thorn
back and explained. 'What can you
expect at such a flap?" asked tho
girl of whom the fiTilThaso had been
mado, In a deprecatory tonpH-Nw
A law In
to keop street
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