The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923, December 28, 1900, Image 2
tf t 1 tv tU I1 I &j ty . "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 a month." "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 aged lilin." "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." WVWWNNVW- Reasonable Sayings. 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 anything. 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 diary. 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 n. 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?" -rOrecn, wondoringly. Iff-110 presents my wlfo made Nrjknipn sn00,t hnmlB In tender fvtag-Dotroit Free Press. ,lotSe yoar Mirth. you caunoi nuvo u Chicago Tribune u 1mm flB M :&f jtjS MnttftS ;!$NikVBfittjATtt3a"W "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 each other." "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 bitions. 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 for oneself. So in wishing our friends a happy Now Year, wo really obligate ourselves to do ail that we can to mako tho . . t . affphr " fc m HiiiiNih'yliWi'lM iMiwiiliniMaiaBMIMMMBMBMBMWWBBMMMilBilBMBMMMBBMW i'Hi'lii m i u ' i "l ' . n iB 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 nil, 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 new 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 Realm. 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? Uaptlst Union. Crowned evermore In endless light sho greets Tho Now Year's dawn, Whllo wo, with heads bowed low and dull heartbeats, LIvo sadly on. Visions too grandly bright for mortal gazo, To her unfold Blossoms each noble deed ot earthly days, In beauty's mold. The glory ot our Lord her eyes have seen. With undlmmed slciit, Safe In His presouco dear, sho dwells sercno And knows no night. Sho clasps tho hands of loved ones waiting thoro On Heaven'B shore. With them bIio treads thoso streets so wondrous fair, In rapturo o'er. In glad surprise, Joyous and pure and freo, 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, but I knew from his bearing auatero I va booked for a salary cut Chicago Rocord. 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 glen in 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 VUSttll'MS KIO.V. 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 dlestick maker." "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 In hopefully. "I wish ho had been hanged him self," exclaimed my aunt with vicious energy 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 TriKilb! "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 a. v irCn.t form or aba, Nt. r --a A WW -I'll ' t? FhI 111! 3? mm fail 1 l ii nosing til my linlri .,.,l.,n,l ' lu.u.wua ; toai 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 "Spring" 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. H ill! ,.;$, m -fmlm ' W4i7w FdH D A.MUND9- llmna Thrown Awny bjr nn bjr nn Atafent' Minded Dealer, "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 In Birmingham. PRAIRIE DOGS. 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 also. THE ANOA. 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, From Knowledge. 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 York Times. A law In jdperniltH cnts to keop street 'heir houses. 6,300 ffroin T SCRAMBLE mm f V itrvr-afaag3'rlCTyyg ! 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